#queen-commander

yes i have!! here’s a small low-quality thing i did of him a while ago, but i want to sketch him more when i have the time bc i love his character design ... AHH now i wanna rewatch promare

I don’t mind the straws, I just miss chewing

[The Voltron Family] Shiro was doing some light reading in the living room when he felt his 9-year-old daughter push his arms up so she could position herself on his lap. She leaned her back on his chest, looking comfortable.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Shiro smiled as he leaned in to give his sleepy daughter her morning kiss.

The little one was still half asleep as she rubbed her eyes and blinked repeatedly to keep herself awake. “I dreamt of Mattie last night.”

“Alright,” Shiro wrapped his arms around her. “What was it about?”

It took her awhile to respond. She pouted as if thinking about how to word it out. “He called me Katie.” She laid her hands on Shiro’s arms and held it tightly. “How come you and Daddy Keith never call me Katie?” she asked quietly. “Is it taboo or something? It’s my real name after all.”

Shiro let out a soft sigh as he turned Pidge’s position so she could face him. “It’s not that we don’t want to call you ‘Katie.’ It’s more like Matt’s thing. You didn’t like your name that’s why you insisted on being called ‘Pidge.’ However, Matt was very insistent and in a way, it’s your thing with him. Katie and Mattie. You love how it rhymed ever since you were a baby.”

“I do,” Pidge hummed.

“It’s something special you have with him,” he softly caressed Pidge cheek and she leaned into his touch with her eyes closed, a smile escaping her lips. “And we like to keep it that way. Unless, you do want to be addressed as Katie now.”

Her smaller hands held onto his hand, making sure it stayed a little more while. She shook her said slowly and opened her eyes. “No, it’s okay. It’s Mattie’s thing.” She took a deep breath and added, “What else do you remember about him? Did we always fight?”

Shiro chuckled. “More like you loved annoying him really.”

“That does sound like me,” Pidge snorted. 

“Every time you come to visit the hospital, you tend to wander off leaving your brother so worried. I could still remember the day you opened the door to my room and I was so startled I thought Matt turned into a baby.” Shiro laughed and Pidge did as well. “You two look so alike. You just entered my room and sat on my lap. Exactly how you did just a while ago.”

“Oh my god,” Pidge covered her mouth to restrain herself from laughing.

“And then,” Shiro continued as he brushed Pidge’s hair away from her face. “After a few minutes, Matt stormed inside my room looking frantic. He was about to ask me something when he spotted you with me. He’d never looked so relieved but you didn’t want to leave my side.” He paused to smile at something he just remembered.

“What?” Pidge asked curiously. 

“Well, Matt joked around that you probably wanted me to be your Daddy and you nodded while pointing at me. Matt was scandalized. However, I was shocked and yet touched at the same time. That was when I was married to your Daddy Keith for two years and I wasn’t sure if I would be good enough as a parent---”

He got cut off when Pidge suddenly hugged him. He relaxed and smiled as he wrapped his arms around her to return the hug.

“You’re definitely good enough. The best even,” Pidge whispered. “I feel like you don’t get to hear this often but every day I’m thankful that you and Daddy Keith adopted me. You didn’t have to, but you did and...” she sniffled and continued, “It could have been anyone but I’m so happy they were you.”

“Pidge...,” Shiro felt like his heart was about to burst.

“I know you and Daddy Keith always get judged for adopting the three of us,” Pidge wiped her nose with her hand. “I know that. And I get scared back then that you’d let us go. But you didn’t. And I just...,” she sniffled again, holding onto Shiro tighter like he was her lifeline. “I just really love you, Daddy Shiro.”

“And I really love you, too,” Shiro pulled her closer as he planted a kiss on her cheek. “Very much so.”

He carried her downstairs to the dining room for breakfast because she didn’t want to let him go. However, she had to if she wanted to eat. 

“What was that all about?” Keith asked in a whisper.