#keith is emo

i normally just do anime stickers but i made these earlier they’re up on my shop now if anyone’s interested !

Black Paladin (formerly Red) Keith Kogane ascends the throne this year! The Galra Empire has hope for the future as their chosen Emperor accepts what is rightfully his.

When asked "why now?" Emperor Kogane replied with "The recovery and relief efforts that we (the Blade of Marmora) have been doing... have finally come to an end. There's no one in immediate need of help now. So it's time to accept my new role and duty to my people and the cosmos."

Coran: I don't want to fuck my clone because it would be gay sex and I'm not Gay

Allura: I'm not gay, but I would actually totally fuck my clone

Hunk: I'm gay, but I still don't want to fuck my clone

Haggar: That's gross and weird

Keith: I don't want to fuck my clone because my self loathing is THAT strong

Lance: I'd totally fuck my clone because I want to know if I'm good in bed

Lotor: I'd fuck my clone because who would know better how to fuck ME than ME?

Pidge: I'd totally do all sorts of weird things to my clone I'd be embarrassed to ask someone else to do

//Shiro//

Hunk: Shiro, I think you accidentally sat on the mistletoe......

Shiro, looking at the mistletoe taped to the back of his pants: oh

Shiro, straight-faced: I meant to put that there, you all can kiss my ass

Pidge: *spits out eggnog*

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//Pidge//

Lance: Pidge, what are you doing??

Pidge, wrapping Christmas lights around her neck: what do you mean??

Lance: I mean why are you trying to hang youself with the decorations?

Pidge:

Pidge: so that even when I die I'll be the brightest Holt in the family

Shiro: Pidge nO

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//Hunk//

Lance: all our cookies have little words etched in icing on them!

Hunk: yep :)

Shiro: Mine says 'Best Space Dad'

Lance: Mine says 'Best Friend'

Keith: Mine says 'Best Furry'

Keith:

Hunk: my hand slipped??

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//Lance//

Lance, misteltoe attached to the front of his belt: ;))))

Keith: Lance I don't care about tradition I am not kissing your dick

Lance: ;((((((

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//Keith//

Keith: I hate Christmas

Lance, drunk off eggnog: who wants to watch me strip on the staircase railing!?

Keith:

Shiro: Keith no

Keith, clutching a twenty between his fist: Keith yes

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//Allura//

Shiro: Princess, why is there a bucket of rocks sitting above the airlock??

Allura, in her paladin armor holding her bayard: Lance told me of this 'Santa Claus'

Coran, freaking out while hiding behind Keith: He even sang this morbid song...how did it go??

Lance, sneaking up behind Coran, singing in a spooky voice: he sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake~

Allura: *flings him across the room with one arm*

Also this is my first non-AU Voltron fic. Let’s just assume for the sake of the story that pods can’t fix the flu.

Anyyyyway here, have my 1st day of @voltronwhumpweek2017 : prompt was “fever” and obviously I tortured Keith bc of who I am, fundamentally, as a human person.

“Are you okay?”

Keith stares blankly in front of him. He’s stirring his goo languidly, chin propped up on one fist.

Every part of him is oversensitive. He can feel his his muscles contract when he moves, he can feel his chest heaving up and down with each breathe. He can even feel his hair and his fingernails and his eyelashes. It’s too much - it’s all too much.

Keith just wants to sleep.

“Keith? Hello, anyone home?!” Lance waves a hand in front of Keith’s face, and he startles.

“What.” He snaps, everything coming suddenly into focus.

“Chill,” Pidge says.

“You zoned out,” Hunk says. “Are you feeling okay?”

Keith tries to school his expression into something more neutral, but he knows he looks surprised.

“I’m alright,” he replies, even though he feels terrible, like he hasn’t slept properly in weeks. Like he might have the flu, like he has to learn to be a leader even though he wants to run away. Like the entire weight of the universe has taken root in his very bones.

The truth is - he didn’t think anyone would notice.

When Keith woke up that morning, he’d forgotten for a second where he was. The moment he remembered, he’d run to the bathroom to cough up the meager amount of food in his stomach. Since then, he’s felt terrible.

But Keith was sure they all felt terrible. They all were pushing past limits, shaking under the absence of Shiro.

That, and Keith knows no one really…likes him. They’re a team, they are, but they don’t know him. They don’t want to know him. And Lance, Hunk and Pidge - they have something to hold onto. Family waiting for them, people who care about them outside this castle.

Keith doesn’t have anything. Keith doesn’t have anyone.

Not now that Shiro’s gone.

“I’m fine,” Keith says, again.

“Yeeaaaah,” Lance says, dragging out his vowels. “The thing is, you’re a bad liar.”

Keith doesn’t want to argue for once. His tongue sits limply in his mouth.

“I guess I’m tired. But we’re all tired.”

“We don’t all look like shi -”

Hunk slaps his palm over Pidge’s mouth. She forces it away.

“What Pidge meant is you look sick.”

“No, I meant what I said, you look like shit.”

“She’s not wrong.” Lance says, leaning against the table and squinting at Keith.

“Stop staring at me,” Keith huffs. His voice crackles and he can’t help but shudder as another wave of chills roll through him.

“Are you cold?” Hunk asks, concerned.

“No,” Keith says.

“Dude, the jig is up.” Lance says, and puts the back of his hand on Keith’s forehead. It’s cool and firm and it makes Keith’s ears roar.

“Are you insane?!” Lance says after a moment, moving his palm down to Keith’s cheek. “You’re burning up.”

Keith’s muscles hurt from trying to quell his shivers. His stomach is clenching. His head is pressurized: building and building and building until it pounds with his heartbeat. Worst of all, his eyes are stinging.

It’s the fever, Keith knows it’s the fever, but logic doesn’t help him feel any better. Shiro’s still gone. Keith is still alone.

Lance is still talking but all Keith can hear is a low hum getting louder and louder until it drowns out everything else.

“I - I have to go.” Keith says, standing quickly.

“Hey, no way.” Lance says.

Hunk stands too and comes around the table putting a hand on Keith’s shoulder. His whole face goes tight when his fingers brush against Keith’s skin.

“I’m serious,” Keith says. “Let me go.”

“Why don’t you sit down and we’ll get Coran to take a look at you?”

“No,” Keith says, and he takes a trembling step backwards.

His limbs are tingling.

Pidge bites her lip and walks toward him. “Keith-”

“Stop.” He says, and crosses his arms. He’s being frozen from the inside. He’s so cold. It hurts. Everything hurts and he can’t think.

All he knows is he needs to be alone. He needs to be made smaller. He needs darkness, a heavy black curtain that will let him shake apart in peace.

“It’s okay, no one cares that you’re sick.” Lance says, moving toward Keith. “But you’re looking super pale buddy, so maybe you want to sit down?”

“No,” Keith says again.

There’s something wrong. Keith can’t think - his brain is sifting through thoughts too slowly. All that’s left is a visceral wrongness, one that claws at his chest and scrapes deep into his ribs.

It’s just that he’s so tired. Keith’s too tired to keep trying. If he’s going to be alone, he’d rather do it in an empty room instead of a full one.

“C’mon,” Hunk starts.

“Why do you care,” Keith says, voice low.

“Why do we - listen I know you’re not that dense.” Pidge says.

“You don’t even like me,” Keith says, and his vision tilts to the left. Everything loses color.

“What are you talking about?” Lance says.

“Keith you’re our friend,” Hunk says, gently.

Keith wants to explain. He wants to let them know it’s okay, that he knows he’s hard to be around, but everything around him is melting. His knees buckle.

Keith hears Lance curse, and then there are hands on his shoulders, his face, his chest.

“He’s really hot maybe we should -”

And then he loses time.

More voices. Something soft being pulled around him.

And then a hand on his face. In his hair. Fingers pressed against his temples.

“Shiro?” Keith asks from far far away.

And then nothing. Nothing at all.

***

Keith wakes with a gasp.

“Woah!!” Lance says, pressing a hand on Keith’s chest and forcing him back onto the bed.

“Lance? What’re you doing in my room?” Keith’s voice is croaking and reedy.

“We’ve been taking shifts. You were, uh well, you still are pretty sick.”

“I’m…?” Keith puts a hand to his aching forehead and feels the wet, steady heat radiating. “Oh.”

“Do you remember anything?”

Keith strains to think but he’s left grasping the shadows of fully formed thoughts.

“We were in the kitchen and I..” Keith trails off, his face flushing as he realizes what happened.

“Yeah,” Lance says. “You went down like a ton of bricks. Pidge is furious by the way.”

“Great.”

“She’s just worried. Hunk too, he’s manically trying to create some sort of soup.”

Keith snorts once but even that small movement hurts.

“Did you mean what you said before?” Lance asks, even though he knows it isn’t fair to press Keith on this, not right now.

“Said what?”

“That we weren’t friends?”

“That’s not what I said,”

“It kind of is.”

“No, I,” Keith can’t stop the words from coming, even as regret bubbles in his stomach. “I meant that you’re not friends with me.”

Lance doesn’t say anything for a long time.

“Why do you think that?”

“I don’t fit in. The same way you do. Any of you.”

“Keith, I” Lance sighs and sits on the foot of the bed, one knee pulled up. “Sure you’re a little broody and, you know, angry sometimes. But you’re Keith. That’s, that’s the dynamic!”

Keith stays quiet.

“You know we love you, right? You’re not just, like, a means to an end.”

“I don’t have anything to go back to.”

“What?”

“I just mean - I am a means to an end. You’re all important.”

“Keith, you’re important.”

“Important to other people. You have a family, you have people to go back to. I don’t have anyone, Shiro was it and now he’s gone and I - I have Voltron, that’s it.”

“You have us,” Lance says, softly.

For a while, there’s just the sound of short, wheezing breaths.

“You’re our family. I’m sorry if that wasn’t clear or if we, I dunno, if we weren’t good enough. But we care about you.”

Keith doesn’t answer but his eyes go hot and wet. He knows he should be mortified. Instead he feels like he could float away. Like nothing is real.

“I didn’t know.” Lance continues, “That you didn’t have anyone at home but - dude you have us. Right?”

“Right,” Keith says.

“Shiro’s gunna come back.”

“Yeah,” Keith says.

Lance puts his fingers on Keith’s forehead and frowns. “You’re still burning.”

Keith closes his eyes and everything spins, slowly, again and again.

“Coran’s coming by with medicine. You’ll feel better soon, okay?”

Keith nods, tightly. He wants to grab Lance’s hand. He wants to cry. He wants to press his cheek to Lance’s cheek and hug him as tight as he can.

“Thanks,” he says instead. “Thank you.”

Lance pushes Keith’s hair back off his face. The touch is like a tether. As long as Lance is touching him, he knows that he exists.

“It’s gunna be okay,” Lance says.

Keith: *climbing tree* This shit is easy peasy pumpkin peasy.. pumpkin pie motherfucker

Pidge: *from the ground* After all this time you are still quoting Gerard Way, and I thought you were past this