The Mission is More Important Than the Individual

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

22. in a rush of adrenaline.

They barely make it to the ship in time to avoid the explosion.  The energy and heat waves still hit them, and Kolivan snarls as he does his best to regain control of the ship and fly them to safety — or, at least, a safer location.

Keith is still trying to catch his breath and he can feel blood dripping down his leg, making the uniform stick to his skin in a disgusting mixture with sweat and dirt.  He still goes over to the control panel, half holding himself up against them, half willing to help Kolivan in any way he can.  His leg can wait, it totally can—

“What were you thinking.”

Shivers run up and down Keith’s spine.  Kolivan’s voice is not louder than usual, but there’s something in it, the tightness, the anger, perhaps, the frustration; there’s something in Kolivan’s voice that makes him stand up as straight as he can and turn to look at the other, forgetting to put on a mask to hide his pain.

“What,” Kolivan insists, and his breathing is out of control as well, his face is dirty with grime and full of abrasions, “were. you. thinking.”

“Kolivan, I—”

“No,” he growls and next thing Keith knows, his feet are hovering above the floor and Kolivan is holding him up by the neckline of the uniform, “No! You do not put yourself at risk—you do not put yourself at risk, and jeopardize the entire mission along the way!”

Keith can’t contain himself anymore.  “If I hadn’t done that, they would’ve shot you!  I wasn’t going to let them kill you—”

His words die in his mouth when Kolivan kisses him: it’s sudden, rough, and Keith can feel his lips bruising under the other’s intensity.  It’s a kiss that shakes him to his very soul.

Kolivan fanart from Voltron LD

MYSTERIOUS GRUMPY MASK BOI

HNNNGGGGGHHHH TOL BOI

*WHEEEEEZZZEEE* ARMS

HE’S A GRUMP BUT I DON’T CARE HNG

kolivan/keith | mild angst/domestic fluff | housemates au | 2k | rated T

The kettle whistled as loud as a steam train‒ cutting through mountains and interrupting Kolivan’s daily dose of self-reflection. Keith, the brat, preferred to call it brooding. There was one time he said, “You stare at your coffee like it gives you the answers to the universe’s questions.”

“Seems like you ask a lot of your drink,” continued Keith, wryly.

Kolivan had gulped his scalding hot coffee, refusing not to reply to his housemate’s astute observation.  He remembered the faint sting that stayed on his tongue for the next few days and refrained from inhaling his drinks instead of answering.

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after everything they’ve been through i think kolivan deserves one hell of a vacation

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New Older!Keith Daki I’m making for Crunchyroll con. >o<;; 

CONGRATS!!! YOU SURVIVED THE NEW SEASON YOU FLOOFY BINCH

NOW GET BACK INTO YOUR BLANKET BURRITO OR SO HELP ME

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