Keith-Rowe

Who Did You Call!?

Three nights in a row now Keith was woken up in the middle of the night only to find Lance not in bed besides him.
Normally Keith wouldn’t be too worried about this, just whenever he asked Lance about how he slept all he got was a forced smile and a guilty “fine”.
Keith did trust Lance.
He trusted and loved him more then anyone else on this god forsaken planet.
He never even considered his boyfriend could be cheating on him until Lotor showed up.
Lance had once told Keith before they got together that his dream guy was tall, with long hair and is good looking enough to be a model.
A week ago Lotor had moved into the building.
The amazingly tall man with the body of a Greek god and the flowing white hair of a princess.
The super model that only seemed to own booty shorts and not a single shirt.
The guy that left Lance speechless just by winking at him.
Keith knew he was hot headed and tended to jump to conclusions so he tried talking it through with the most rational person he knew.
His brother Shiro.

“He’s been keeping secrets from me and sneaking around at night. I tried talking to him about it but he just won’t talk to me.” Keith whispered into his phone.
Yet again he had woken up only to find the bed empty where Lance should be.
Not knowing what else to do he called Shiro, despite it being 3am he had answered straight away.
“I don’t know what to tell you Keith.” Shiro yawned “if you think he’s cheating on you then you have to confront him, it’s better to apologise for being wrong then finding out he’s been dating guys behind your back.”
Keith nodded “yeah… first thing in the morning I will.”
“You know it’s probably nothing, I’ve never met a more loyal guy then Lance.”
Keith smiled “yeah your right, thanks Shiro.”
“No problem, night”
Keith hung up and settled back down in his pillows when he hears it.
“Hey it’s Lance again. I’m sorry I called you so late but I… I just needed you so much today.”
Keith turned over so he was face down on the pillow to try and hide the face he was crying.
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The next morning Keith could hear Lance making breakfast while he was preparing himself for the confrontation.
Right now there was no doubt in Keith’s mind that Lance was cheating on him. He took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

Keith stormed in on his boyfriend “who the hell were you calling last night?!” He demanded.
Lance jumped up when the door was slammed open “n-no one Keith I swear!” He smiled but looked guilty.


“On come on I heard you’ ‘hey it’s Lance again’ didn’t sound like no one!” Keith snapped grabbing Lance by the collar.
Lance didn’t say anything, his eyes darting to his phone laying on the couch. 
Keith dropped him picking it up, keeping his glare fixed on Lance as he redialled.
The phone rang twice before a woman’s voice came from the other side.


“Suicide hotline.”
Keith stared numbly at Lance as tears began to fall down his tanned cheeks. He hung up and tossed the phone aside.
“I… I didn’t want you to worry. I’m sorry I-”
Lance was cut off by Keith running at him and wrapping his arms around Lance like he could keep him there by pure will power.
“Oh God Lance. I’m so sorry I love you I love you so much! I’m sorry I didn’t realise! I’m sorry I thought the worse!” Keith sobbed as Lance wrapped his arms around the shorter man.
The two sank to the floor on their knees hugging and crying with each other.
“I won’t call them again, just please don’t leave me.” Lance muttered burying his face into Keith’s soft hair just taking a moment to breath in his scent.
Keith looked up at him cupping his cheeks with his hand as he kissed him on the nose.
“I will never leave you. So please don’t leave me. If you need to call them then you fucking call them as long as you tell me as well. Because I love you Lance and I can’t live without you.”
Lance sniffed “I love you too.”
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Of course that didn’t solve everything.
Lance still tried to hide how he really felt at times.
But he had a stable and loving relationship that helped make the bad days not seem so dark.
Keith was his rock and as long as he was there he may just be able to carry on.
For him.

8

POST-SCRIPTUM 659

NE PAS VOILER LE MANCHE ?

Ci-après, un extrait d’un article sur Albert Marcoeur (avec propos rapportés), qui fera bientôt partie d’un ouvrage autour de l’underground musical en France ; ouvrage d’ailleurs quasi exclusivement constitué d’interviews, entre autres avec Christian Vander, Jac Berrocal, Dominique Grimaud, Yann Goudon, Dominique Répécaud, Jean-Marc Foussat, Bruno Meillier, Richard Pinhas, Michel Bulteau, Romain Perrot… Une quarantaine à peu près, à paraître chez Lenka lente en mars 2017. Soit un peu de l’histoire de Catalogue, Magma, Vidéo-Aventures, Soixante Étages, Étage 34, M.I.M.E.O., Vomir, Etron Fou Leloublan, entre autres…

EXTRAIT…

Des guitaristes comme Raymond Boni, Fred Frith et Derek Bailey ont eu, je crois, un grande impact sur toi. Boni par exemple, c'est quasiment de l'ordre de l'épiphanie !

Chronologiquement, c'est effectivement le concert du trio Barre Phillips, Raymond Boni et Dieter Feitchner au Théâtre du Gymnase en 1975 qui a été déterminant. Je le cite souvent car il est très rare de pouvoir situer avec autant de précision la chose qui a provoqué un changement aussi radical dans une vie. C‘est ce qui m’a ouvert et fait découvrir tout le reste. Ce concert était mon premier de musique improvisée, et Duo 2, Braxton / Bailey, mon premier disque du genre, ramené des États-Unis par un ami qui n’avait pu en écouter plus de cinq minutes et en avait donc déduit que j’adorerais !

La suite est une déclinaison d'influences issues de ces premières rencontres. Il n’y a pas une personne qui m'ait appris plus qu’une autre, mais presque toutes m'ont donné le goût de découvrir, de prendre des risques, de tracer mon propre chemin musical. Rapidement, sans trop m'attarder sur l’arborescence qui en découle, après ces rencontres, j'ai eu un rapport un peu boulimique avec l’écoute. J’ai imaginé (fantasmé ?) des liens et je me suis baladé au hasard des discothèques des uns et des autres en me fabriquant une histoire de la musique dont le point zéro était ces événements.

Barre Phillips et Anthony Braxton (André Jaume plus tard) ont établi mon premier contact avec le free jazz et le jazz. Derek Bailey m’a ouvert les portes de l’improvisation et des musiques traditionnelles. Un peu plus tard, Fred Frith m'a rappelé que le rock (mes racines) était un univers fantastique où l’improvisation pouvait être une passerelle incontournable pour accéder aux musiques contemporaines. Mais peut-être qu'eux-mêmes trouveraient étrange un tel trajet. En fait, j’ai l'impression aujourd'hui d'avoir bénéficié du meilleur enseignement possible : celui de « professeurs » qui ne savent pas, en tout cas consciemment, qu'ils enseignent. En bon cancre qui se respecte, j’ai toujours choisi mes influences.

Comment en es-tu arrivé à préparer ta guitare ?

La guitare préparée et son extension à un instrument que j'ai construit sont une étape dans ma démarche qui consiste à fabriquer des sons avec tout ce qu’il est possible d’utiliser, tout en restant (pour l'instant) dans un monde sonore analogique (je n’ai pas trouvé concluante mon expérience sur la guitare-synthé il y a quelques années). Cet instrument hybride, auquel je peux faire subir tous les outrages, me permet de n’avoir aucune retenue dans le champ de l’expérimentation, de l’usage que j'en fais, des objets divers que j’utilise et des pédales. C'est autant une guitare de table, proche de celle de Keith Rowe, qu’un instrument inspiré du koto japonais. Le fait que ce soit un simple morceau de bois avec deux micros permet d’avoir un jeu un peu plus physique que sur une guitare normale à laquelle il faut faire attention de ne pas voiler le manche, défoncer la caisse ou autre. Je peux enfin libérer la brute qui dort en moi !

On le sait moins, tu…, …, …

( Jean-Marc Montera, par là )

rayer132  asked:

Love the Voltron Family AU!! Gets better with every ask! I was wondering if Shiro and Keith have had a big fight? I mean like someone leaves for the night, or crashes at someone else's place? If so, what's the fight about, how do they resolve it? Who stays with the kids and comforts them? Sorry this is angsty.

[The Voltron Family] Keith got another promotion at work + becoming a Best Selling Author, so the company was throwing him a formal gathering to celebrate his success. He told Shiro and the kids about it a few days before the event. Keith went home early to pick up the kids and make sure they all wear their formal attires. All of them were wearing beautiful tuxedos and Keith couldn’t be any prouder of a Dad. “Beautiful, all three of you.”

The four of them arrived at the venue and Keith went out—leaving the kids to eat all the fancy food at the event—to call Shiro.

Keith: Hey, baby. What time will you make it here? It’s about to start.
Shiro: Oh baby. I’ll be home around 10pm so I can’t make it to dinner. You and the kids can just eat without me. A friend had an emergency and I volunteered to cover his shift since no one else was available and I can’t just leave either. *notices that Keith was quiet* Baby?
Keith: You forgot, didn’t you?
Shiro: Forgot what? 
Keith: I cannot believe you. This is the third time you’ve done this.
Shiro: Keith?
Keith: It’s my celebratory event, Takashi. I told you this last Monday and basically the whole week. This was supposed to be an important night of my life and I wanted my whole family to be present so I could thank and celebrate with you four.
Shiro: Oh shit. *eyes widens* It’s tonight?! I fucked up. Oh my god. Keith, I’m—
Keith: I hope you enjoy hospital food. *ends the call*

Keith sighed and he wanted to just punch someone or anything. He ran his hand through his hair and let out another exasperated sigh. Keith had had enough of Shiro forgetting events and sometimes he hated the fact his husband was too nice he’d always try to help his colleagues even if it meant missing the events to celebrate his spouse’ achievements.

Hunk: Daddy? Are you okay? *worried*
Keith: *turns around and sees 13 year old Hunk* Oh, hey, baby. I’m fine.
Hunk: *holds Keith’s hand* *looks around* Is Daddy Shiro coming?
Keith: *shakes head* *sad smile* He isn’t. It’s just us tonight. *pulls Hunk for a hug and kisses his forehead* C’mon let’s go back inside.

As they were walking back inside, Keith heard someone whisper as they passed by. “Adopted kids. Can you believe? Three different races too. Didn’t even adopt someone their own kind. Heard him and his husband earns a lot yet they couldn’t even bother with surrogacy. They’d rather have other people’s children. Wonder what they’re doing with all that money.”

Hunk: *eyes widens and stills* *hand suddenly went cold* *uncomfortable*
Keith: *squeezes Hunk’s hand* Don’t mind them, sweetheart.

The husband isn’t even here. Tells you a lot about their family. Gay families never work out, especially if you mix kids in the picture.” Keith had to grit his teeth before he turned around to face the people talking about them.

As soon as Shiro unlocked the front door, Keith was there to greet him, looking pissed. Keith had a bag and his jacket in one hand, as if he was ready to leave.

Keith: *doesn’t look at Shiro* *busies himself with checking the insides of his bag* Don’t forget Lance’s baseball practice tomorrow at 6, Pidge has soccer at 7 and Hunk’s field trip at 5am, meet up place at their school Gate 4. I’ll take my leave now. *steps forward to the door*
Shiro: *grabs Keith’s arm* Hey, where are you going?
Keith: *turns to look at Shiro in the eye* I don’t think I can handle sleeping beside you tonight after what happened. I want to cool my head off and I honestly don’t want to punch your face, Takashi. So I suggest you let go of my arm right now.
Shiro: *lets go of Keith’s arm* *nods slowly*
Keith: I had some lasagna and cordon bleu taken home from the event for you. Just heat it up in case you’re hungry. I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight. *walks out of the door and closes it*
Shiro: *sighs loudly* I fucked up so bad. Oh god. *buries his face in his hands*
Pidge: *was sitting all along by the stairs* You kinda did.
Shiro: *turns to Pidge* Mind telling me what happened?

They all gathered at the master bedroom and decided to have a sleepover because Shiro felt so miserable. The kids shared what happened that night. The first one was Keith got into a row with some important people because they insulted their little family. How Keith still thanked Shiro for being a supportive husband even though he couldn’t make it to which apparently Keith looked like he was choking up. Shiro felt so guilty. How Keith was all fake smiles throughout the night, how obvious he was forcing himself despite the horrible mood he was in. How much he just wanted Shiro to be there with them.

Keith was about to get in bed in his hotel room when he heard someone knock. He groaned because he was pretty sure he had the “DO NOT DISTURB” sign outside. He opened the door when suddenly he was engulfed into a hug.

Shiro: *buries his face in Keith’s hair* I’m sorry. I’m really really sorry. I’m sorry I forgot. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it and wear that beautiful tux you chose for me. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to clap for you while you deliver your thank you speech. I’m sorry for not being there to punch those people who insulted our kids and our marriage. I’m sorry for missing one of the most important events of your life. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to hold your hand to calm you down because you don’t like public speaking. I’m sorry for being such a workaholic jerk who didn’t seem to notice that his husband worked so hard for their family and just wanted to celebrate together with the kids tonight. I’m so sorry for doing this to you for the third time. I’m so sorry you had to handle everything on your own. I know I cannot go back and change what I’ve done. I’m so sorry, Keith. I really am. *hugs Keith tighter*
Keith: *clutches onto Shiro and hold him tightly* *buries his head into Shiro’s neck* *starts crying* You stupid, stupid, stupid jerk.

They go back home together that night and Shiro made it up to Keith the next day when they were both alone for the whole day, starting with breakfast in bed when Shiro got home after driving the kids to their destinations. Shiro got a morning kiss from Keith and that was a good start.

The Missing Case of Lance McClain

When Keith stepped out of the meeting room he quickly ducked to the right to take his hair down. Letting it flutter over his shoulders, he sighed.
Hunk watched with a sad expression, putting on a smile to comfort his friend, “I hope it is going well at least,”
“I think it is,” Keith glanced at him, “Or it’s going horrible and I’m just delusional,”
Hunk chuckled then trailed off, eyeing the clock, “Keith, shouldn’t you be heading home?” He inquired from the back, cleaning out the glasses with a dish towel.
Strolling over to the island table, Keith casually leaned against it and shook his head, “I can’t,” he tells the lovable bartender, “This meeting is drawing out. We are just on a break,” Not that he enjoyed sharing their meeting at a bar in the first place, it was different simply because it was Hunk’s place. He kept it clean, very classy.
“I don’t know how you can keep up with those guys,” Hunk shakes his head, “I don’t understand half of what they are saying,”
“It’s not easy,” Keith shrugs, grateful when Hunk slide over a small drink to him. Knowing his friend would keep the drink light, especially for tonight, he chugged it down without much thought. Exhaling at the slight burning sensation of the alcohol, he handed the glass back to him.
“How long do you boys have left?”
“Not sure,”
“Lance must be waiting for you,” Hunk shifts his gaze a little, like he wants to say something else but is holding back. Keith curses, glancing at the time. That’s right, he told Lance he would be home 30 minutes ago.
Saluting Hunk, he steps away to pull out his phone. Quickly dialing his boyfriend’s number he barely waited a second before there was an answer.
“Keith?”
“Hey, Babe,” he moves to a quiet area, plugging his other ear to hear Lance better.
“You still at Hunk’s?” Lance asked.
“The meeting-” Keith was cursing himself, “I’m so sorry Lance, I’m late. I know we agreed to have dinner tonight but the meeting isn’t even close to getting done. I might not be home until late,” he kicks his shin, despising his inability to simply make time for the love of his life.
There is a small sigh from the other end, “This is the 5th time,”
Keith’s heart aches, “I know,” He wanted to say he would make it up to Lance, and they could share dinner a different night, but he had said that four times already. “Lance, honey I-”
There is a small chuckle, “It’s okay, Keith,”
“What?” he could hardly believe his ears
“We’ll just plan for another night. I know you’ve been busy and I know this is important to you,”
In fact, it had been Keith’s dream for years. Shiro and him were finally going to open their own business, taking on the world together just like they had planned as children. Of course Lance and Allura were apart of this plan now, which Keith was thrilled about, but the planning and getting it all up, assuring that nothing went wrong, was drawing out.
He had to cancel every date for the last two months with Lance. The only time he seemed to see him anymore was early in the morning just before he headed out or late at night, when Lance had already gone to bed for his own day at work.
They had been dating for over two years now, having met at college. Having crushed on Lance since their freshman year, he still couldn’t believe someone as amazing as him loved a hot head like himself.
“I promised I’d be there,” Keith sighs heavily. He new Allura and Shiro had been having similar problems with their relationship, but he still managed to make time for her and didn’t cancel 5 dates in a row….
Keith needed to ask his secret.
“And you’ll just be back a little later than planned,” there is a soft undertone to Lance’s voice. It’s hard for Keith to tell if Lance really means it or is just putting up a brave front. “I’ll see you more when your business finally gets going and you don’t have to suck up to all these men in suits,” Lance assures him.
Touched, feeling as though he just fell in love with Lance a bit more with how understanding he was, he smiles, “I love you,”
Lance giggles, “I love you too. So go knock the socks off those business men. I’ll see you when I see you,”
No tomorrow, no tonight, just at some point- because they both knew Keith’s promises meant very little at this point. That fact hurt, but Keith swallows it down.
“Yeah,” he agrees. “Again, I’m so sorry, Lance. I hope you weren’t planning anything big or had to cancel anything because of this,”
“I actually made dinner, so no it wasn’t anything big. Just an evening at home is what I thought we could do. It just leaves more spaghetti for me.”
Keith mentally groans in distress. He loved Lance’s home made spaghetti- how was he possibly missing this??
“That sounds amazing right now,”
Lance purposively takes bite, drawing out a delighted humming noise, “You are missing out. My cooking skills knows no bounds in the world of spaghetti~”
“I am,” he agrees. There is a long pause that turned into a moment too long, “Lance?”
There was no reply at first.
“Lance, baby? You still there?”
“I uh- Yeah.”
“You okay?”
“I’m fine,” he tells him. “You do what you have to do, sweet heart. I love you,”
Keith can already see the men beginning to enter the room. In any other case, he would have stayed to ask what was on Lance’s mind, but he could see Shiro waving for him to come back. He thought that if he could finish this meeting soon, he could surprise Lance and be home within the next hour or so. “Yeah, I gotta go. You sure you are okay? You aren’t mad?”
“It wasn’t a big deal, Keith. Just some dinner. I’ll put the leftovers in the fridge and we can try to have lunch together or something,” Lance assures him with a bubbly voice. Keith, like a fool, believed him.
With a kissing sound, he said goodbye and hung up.
He should have kept talking to him.
He should have gone home to be with him.
He should have thought it was weird how Lance was quiet for so long.
————————-
“It wasn’t a big deal, Keith. Just some dinner. I’ll put the leftovers in the fridge and we can try to have lunch together or something,” Lance assures him.
There is a pause on the other end of the line before Keith mumbles a goodbye to him and makes a kiss noise. Not much of a goodbye, but Lance couldn’t really complain at this point.
Listening to the to silence of his phone, Lance slowly lowered his palm back to his lap. Sinking into his chair, he sighs, looking over the set up he had spent hours making.
Candle lit dinner surrounded by roses and quiet music.
He had hand made the dinner, gotten Keith’s favorite wine- hell, he even dressed up all nice to surprise Keith when he got home.
He lied when he said it wasn’t a big deal to him. Reaching into a pocket, Lance pulled out a small box. Popping it open he stared at the ring inside.
They say third time’s the charm, but they just bombed their fifth attempt. Was the universe just against him getting Keith to himself long enough to propose? Was it so hard?
He had even gotten Hunk involved in this, asking for him to help pick out the ring with him 2 months ago. Since coming into possession of it, there had been nothing but problems in them meeting up.
Keith was just too busy. When lance did manage to see him, he was so tired- he couldn’t bare to take more of his sleep away.
Lance knew this is what Keith wanted, and he did his best to be supportive and understanding. The first month was easy and the second one got a little difficult. They were rounding month three here soon, and Lance was feeling a little… neglected?
He shouldn’t be.
Keith still loved him- he just couldn’t be around.
He just had to be patient.
Sighing, knowing he should get all of this cleaned up, he blew out the candles. He didn’t want Keith to come home to see all of this and feel guilty- especially after telling him it was fine.
Quickly brushing the petals into a little pile to sweep up later, he went to grab the broom. Navigating their quiet home, located out in the suburbs of the city, Lance purposively clicked on some depressing music to listen to.
Of course the first thing to come on was Celine Dion’s All by myself.
He dramatically sang along to the tune, hoping that accepting his loneliness would make some of the pain go away. It wasn’t really working.
Turning the music off, Lance paused at the sound of creaking down the hall. Recalling the sound from earlier during his call with Keith, he turned on the hallway light and peered down it. Thinking it was their cats, he clicked his teeth to get them to come forward.
“Blue, Red,” he says, “Come give me some sugar in my time of need,” he whines at them. Rounding the corner, he peered into his living room to find nothing. He stepped in to squint under the couch and around them, knowing their cats like to lollygag around the premises. “Blue? Red?” he inquired. Locating Blue below the chair in the corner of the room, he smiled at her. “Hey beautiful,” he was shocked when she hissed at him. “That isn’t nice,” he scolded, “What did I do?”
A moment later she shot out, scrambling past his knees. Feeling a chill creep up his spine he turns to follow her. She ran past the window, which had been lifted, opened to the world outside. Not recalling leaving the window open, he closed and relocked it.
Officially freaked, always hating being home alone, he quickly scurried back to the kitchen to finish cleaning up. He had just managed to grab the plates when the creaking noise returned.
When he turned, he screamed.


(I was asked to show my angst fics… well here is one! I love mystery, so I’ll do my best to write it!!)

A Commutual Contract

After a terrifying experience during which Lance, seemingly, dies, Keith is haunted by horrible nightmares of holding his comrade in his arms while he took his final breath. To the point where he can’t sleep unless he knows for absolute certain that Lance is alive.

And while the attention is surprising, Lance doesn’t really have a problem with Keith checking up on him. Or the fact that Keith only seems totally comforted when he can cuddle Lance close and hear his heart beat. After all, there’s nothing wrong with two bros cuddling. It doesn’t MEAN anything. Or, at least, that’s what Lance keeps telling himself.


Chapter 3

Keith knew he was being over-protective and ridiculous. And he also knew that Lance didn’t appreciate it. But… but he didn’t know how not to be. Every time he tried to convince himself he was being too uptight, he’d feel Lance’s dead weight in his arms, and those lifeless eyes would flash before his own. Like he was haunted by the image, over and over and over.

He was barely able to sleep as a result. When Lance had still been in the healing pod, that was where he’d gone. In the dimmed glow of the infirmary, he’d sat in front of the pod and just… wasted time away. Sometimes he’d read, sometimes he’d take one of the handheld mind games Allura had given them. But none of that had ever held his focus for long. Not with Lance before him, looking so lifeless and limp and just…

Now that he was awake and well, Keith was both relieved, but also terrified—despite how ridiculous he knew the feeling was. Lance was more than capable of taking care of himself. He did fly a Voltron lion, after all. And though he was prone to getting into clearly avoidable trouble, he was serious when it counted.

Yet the irrational anxiety remained. Just the feeling of… of Lance taking his last breath and Keith was on his feet, needing some kind of relief from the memory. And now that Lance was out of the healing pod, it was that much harder to check up on him.

It was stupid, but for what seemed like the billionth night in a row, Keith was up and on his feet. Out of the habit he’d developed during the last month, he found his steps guiding him to the infirmary. It was where he’d found the most comfort during the nights when Lance’s eyes had seemed dullest in his memories. But now… Now Lance was gone and as he stared at the shadowed, empty space where the pod had been elevated, he found no relief. Only further anxiety as his skin crawled with the sensation of Lance’s weight. Weight he’d dragged from Blue and sobbed over in a scene he didn’t want to revisit.

He knew he’d completely lost it following Lance’s death. That he’d been inconsolable for days, to the point where Allura had had to put him under, lest he become ill with lack of sleep. He could barely remember those first few days with how distraught he’d been. He vaguely remembered being curled up in the corner of the infirmary, crying and frustrated and covered in Lance’s blood.

No, he needed to stop thinking about it. Lance was fine. He was alive. He was breathing.

He was. He had to be. No, Keith couldn’t see it for himself, but it had to be true.

Lance was in his room. Lance was fine.

Lance was fine.

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Keith Rowe, tabletop electric guitar at The Renaissance Society, 10/13/2012. Co-sponsored by LAMPO.

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Keith Rowe & Oren Ambarchi, live at the Bimhuis, Amsterdam 2/08/09

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Kjell Bjørgeengen & Keith Rowe, Porto VI 6.44-10.44 (2010)

sacrifice

another quick entry! this time for klanceweek prompt #2: sacrifice

still debating whether or not to cross-post these entries on ao3 so let me know what you think. again, you can also find these short ficlets on twitter!

day 1

This is the last thing Keith expected to happen when they landed on Gordania.

When they respond to a distress beacon, it’s usually to free people from Galran control. Occasionally, the aliens invite the team for a party or celebration, seizing any opportunity they can to boast their connections with the legendary Voltron. There have been, of course, times when the aliens try to deceive them.

But this is a whole new level of deceit.

Keith sighs and glances down at the thick coils of rope wrapped around his torso. His eyes flick up to the circle of aliens surrounding him, a race of towering people with beady black eyes and physical features similar to that of a frog. They smile at Keith, bearing rows of glimmering fangs. Currently, Keith is tied to the trunk of a tree. A tree, which is soon to be set on fire.

That’s right— Keith Kogane is about to become a human sacrifice.

“Your death will not be in vain,” the nearest alien urges. Gordanorns, that’s what they’re called. “The gods are pleased that we have chosen you.”

What does he even say to that? Keith tries to wriggle his wrists free of their restraints and winces at the pinching pain. “Are you sure the, uh, gods want someone like me?”

“Of course.” The Gordanorn holds a long stick. A tiny flame flickers at the end. “You should be honored.”

“Right, right,” Keith mutters. Another experimental tug and, nope, there’s no way he’s getting out of this. Keith is well and truly fucked.

Just as the Gordanorn lifts the “ritualistic flame,” a shout rings out over the murmurs of the crowd. “Stop!”

Surprisingly enough, the Gordanorn does as it’s told. It halts and adjusts its hold, brandishing the stick like a weapon. Inky black eyes scan the area in search of the speaker. “Who dares to interrupt this ritual? Show yourself!”

From his place on the platform, Keith can’t quite make out the identity of his rescuer. They gradually push their way to the front of the group and— seriously? There’s no mistaking the familiar suit, accented with blue plates. Even Lance’s gait is distinct enough to recognize.

“I refuse to let you sacrifice my—” Indecision flickers across Lance’s features. Keith can decipher it even from this distance. Lance sets his hands on his hips, lifting his chin. “My husband!”

Keith wonders, for a second, if the Gordanorn already lit the fire and he’s dead.

“This man is simply a fellow paladin.” The alien assumes its full height, leering down at Lance. “I will not be tricked.”

Keith tenses, unintentionally straining against the ropes. He won’t make it out of this alive. But Lance isn’t panicking and carries on as if he hasn’t just been called out.

“Oh no, we’re married alright.” Lance cups his hands around his mouth like a megaphone. “Isn’t that right, babe?”

Warmth floods Keith’s face. When he escapes from here, he’s totally kicking Lance’s ass. Regardless of whether he saved him.

“Uh, yeah,” Keith answers awkwardly. “I knew my… husband would come for me.”

“Oh, I’ll come for y—”

“Why don’t you tell these nice Gordanorns why they can’t burn me at the stake,” Keith interjects through gritted teeth. “Babe.”

“I was getting to that.” Lance walks over to the platform Keith is on and hoists himself up. His long legs and arms make the task look effortless. He sidles up next to the alien holding Keith’s life in its webbed hands. “You see… if you kill him, we won’t be able to form Voltron anymore.”

The Gordanorn blinks. “And?”

Dammit, Lance.

“Oh. Well, alright. That’s not the only reason,” Lance continues, undeterred. “He’s also part-Galran.”

Gasps and outraged mutterings fill the air. The Gordanorn on the platform snarls at Keith like a rabid dog. They lift the stick, flame inches away from Keith’s face, and he squeezes his eyes shut. This isn’t exactly how he planned to die, but oh well.

Keith waits for the crippling pain of being stabbed but— it never comes.

Cautiously, Keith opens his eyes. He’s met with a tousled head of chocolate brown hair. Lance is furiously slicing through the rope with what appears to be a rock, sharpened to a dangerous point. A few seconds of frantic cutting and the rope falls. Keith immediately works his way free and allows Lance to tug him off the stage.

As Keith scans the crowd, he notes the unconscious Gordanorn on the ground in front of the platform. The others stand around their fallen warrior, flailing and panicking amongst themselves. Meanwhile, Keith and Lance dive into the cover of the forest. They jump over roots and silently navigate through the trees. Lance takes the time to say, “I know, I know, we’ll talk about it when we get to Blue,” and leaves it at that.

Thankfully, the blue lion isn’t far from the village. The moment they step into the clearing, Blue crouches down, lowering their jaw to let the two crawl inside. Lance, for some reason, has yet to let go of Keith’s hand. He doesn’t until he climbs into the pilot’s seat.

Lance quickly takes control and helps Blue swerve through the branches overhead. Once they reach the treetops and effectively put enough space between themselves and the Gordanorns, Lance heaves a loud sigh of relief.

“Good riddance,” he mumbles and glances over his shoulder, shooting Keith a wobbly grin. “Sorry about the husband thing.”

“It’s alright.” Then, realization strikes Keith. “Wait, what did forming Voltron or being half-Galran have to do with us being married?”

“Well, you know, I was hoping they had at least some semblance of a heart. But that didn’t work so I had to go with the other excuses. The marriage was a failsafe, you know?”

Lance rambles away, and Keith edges closer, shaking his head. “Still not seeing a connection.”

“Just… ugh! I reacted, okay, I have no other— oh.” Lance freezes. He lifts a shaky hand to his cheek. The place Keith had just gently pressed a kiss to. “Keith…?”

“Thanks for saving me, husband.” Keith pats him on the shoulder, laughing at the way Lance startles at the touch. “I guess I can forgive you this one time.”

Never one to be outdone, Lance snorts and turns to Keith. “Whatever you say,” he answers cheekily, punctuating the sentence with an exaggerated wink, “babe.”

Oh, I’m definitely kicking his ass once we get back to the ship.

anonymous asked:

Hunk & Keith: Colorblind in a "Cut the red wire" scenario (thinking of those head canons of Hunk as some form of colorblind and Keith too from his Galra heritage)

“Okay,” Pidge said, her voice fuzzy over the comms. “I’ve been studying the schematics pretty hard, and I think I know what you need to do. Remove the red crystal and the green crystal and switch them, then take out all of the blue crystals and move them to the end of the row.”

Keith and Hunk crouched by the panel, staring at the bewildering array of crystals inside. Hunk tapped his comms. “Umm… Any other way you can phrase that? Like, by size or shape, maybe?”

Pidge cursed, and there was a sound like she had punched something. “Quiznak! Sorry, I forgot you both had limited visual spectrum stuff going on. Sorry! The schematics don’t show shape or size, just color.”

Hunk looked at Keith. Keith looked at Hunk. Hunk rose gracefully to his feet and moved to the other side of the storeroom, where there were a number of components he knew would be a lot easier to work with. “No worries, Pidge. I’m just gonna make a bomb.”

Keith smiled and went to guard the door.

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i saw a few brothers!shiro and keith posts in a row and i couldn’t turn my brain off so

brothers au shiro and keith headcanons

  • when keith was little he always used to pretend he was asleep in the car so shiro would carry him in
  • shiro knew
  • he carried him in anyways
  • brothers that do martial arts together stay together
  • [12 year old keith does something infuriating that prompts an immature response from shiro]/ shiro, rubbing his temples: you’re an adult, takashi. an adult.
  • keith Never Listens
  • shiro: bring a jacket it’s better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it/keith: walks outside in a t-shirt/keith, ten minutes later: takashi…i’m cold
  • shiro: does something impulsive/keith: wow you really are my brother
  • they don’t really fight much at all they’re more like friends who happen to be related than typical siblings
  • shiro chops up veggies rly small and sneaks them in keith’s food bc his diet is tragic
  • shiro can sense a shutdown coming on in .7 seconds and he just hoists up his mom bag sensory kit and gets keith the heck out of there
  • keith looks up to his brother so much that’s his hero??
  • so when shiro gets back and he feels so broken and beat down he thinks that keith is gonna treat him different and be disappointed
  • but that literally never happens?? keith could never be disappointed in him
  • keith has never been very gentle but he has always been very logical and sometimes shiro gets lost in his head for a bit, be it because of a flashback or for another reason, and keith always lets him feel what he’s feeling and then talks it out with him, and keith’s to the point answers make shiro feel a lot better because he just…dispels his fears and he knows keith isn’t lying to him
  • keith: shiro if you die in battle i’m going to kill you
  • shiro tries all the time but he just can’t get keith to open up about the time in the shack. keith just says “it sucked” and moves on, but he knows there’s more to it.
  • shiro was the Best big brother and when their parents were busy he totally took keith to the park and chased him around and played with him and he was never afraid of looking silly in front of anyone because it made keith so happy