more completely beautiful and yet slightly angsty Keith centered team goodness. I love the way they all have their own ways of watching over each other. Here we go, gang! Enjoy what Writer Nonnie left for us today!
((*sees fanmail* BLEEESSSSS!!!! Here’s Day 4! I kinda rushed the ending and it’s a little shorter but take it!))
The feats of Voltron were amazing. What once was a mere empty story of hope forgotten by time became a living legend once more, returning to liberate the universe of the clutches of the Galra, who were once on the same side of Voltron under their emperor Zarkon.
But history would not fall into darkness again. That’s what they were putting all their effort into, what they were risking their lives for. No matter how hard the enemy hits, or how impossible the situation becomes, the new Paladins were going to make things right, be it through diplomatic peace talks or crushing robeasts under their feet. That was their duty. They would be fighting Galra for most of the forseeable future, no matter how long that would take.
That’s why he trained with the gladiator when he could. Why he insisted that nothing bad would ever happen to Shiro that would render him unable to pilot the Black Lion. Failure was not an option. It meant that lives that could have been saved would be snuffed out, like a single candle in a dark room with a carelessly opened window.
Another round, another win. That would make fifteen rounds and it wasn’t even noon. He turned to grab his jacket, jumping into a fighting stance when he saw something hovering above his stuff. It was Ryou, holding a plate of sandwiches and some juice boxes. His face had froze into a wide eyed, tomato red look of surprise.
“Yo!” Ryou raised a hand, his knuckles most likely white from how hard he was gripping the plate and lips straining into a tight smile.
Keith’s shoulder dropped as he sighed. “Yo.” He put his bayard down, grabbing a sandwich, paying only a single thought to the fact that it was actually two sandwiches with the crusts removed and cut into quarters. “Trying to put your ninja phase to good use huh?”
“I have yet master Talk No Jutsu,” Ryou, with shoulders slumped in defeat, held the plate properly as they sat.
“Nah you got that down. I’m starting to think inspirational speeches are a Shirogane thing,” Keith gently nudged Ryou’s side.
“If only convincing a Galra to not be murder happy was as easy as killing them,” Ryou smiled and shrugged.
Keith stared at him with wide eyes. “Dude…”
“What?” Ryou seemed genuinely confused.
With a shake of his head, Keith went back to eating.
After being regaled with a tale of how Drunk Ryou once tamed a wild bear with peach jam, Sober Ryou had to go back to work. Keith was convinced that he was still taking apart the Castle panel by panel and putting it back together before Coran noticed and was somehow fixing it in the process.
And if Ryou was still finding new things about the Castle in a week, a month, or even years down the line, then all the more happiness to him. Every higher power knows he needed some wins. It hurt to watch him slowly descend into a rabbit hole of grief, even more so when he learned that by disappearing on the anniversary of Shiro’s disappearance, Keith had unwillingly made it worse.
Keith shook his head again. The past was the past, he couldn’t change it. What he did today would determing tomorrow, and tomorrow would determine the day after that, and so on and so forth. He needed to be there. He needed to put every effort into putting an end to the Galra’s conquest.
The Castle was home. Its people were family. Keith would protect that family and make sure his family had their home at the end of the day.
He woke up in the middle of the night. Another nightmare of being Zarkon’s pawn. One where he had to….
Keith slapped his cheeks. He would never hurt Shiro. Never. He would rather die than hurt his family.
Another round, another win. It cleared his head, had the benefit of extra practice, and no one could bother him in the dead of night. Red growled at him, telling him to go sleep. Even if he did leave, he couldn’t sleep. He figured the next round would tire him out, or the one after that, or the one after that. He was, in fact, tired but not tired enough to go to sleep. Hoping to rest his body for a short while, Keith sat with his back against the wall.
He woke up in his bed to Lance trying to paint his toenails.
“Keith!” Lance fumbled with the little glass containers. “You’re awake!”
Pulling his feet away from Lance, Keith raised one eyebrow suspiciously. “What were you doing?”
“Okay in my defense, Ryou has no business being that good at DDR,” Lance scowled. “Plus, he wants you to join our spa days. He says you need it.”
Of course Ryou was behind this. “No.”
“Oh come on! You said you would if I didn’t call you Super Dog!” Lance threw his hands up.
“No, I said I wouldn’t call them stupid. I never said anything about participating,” Keith got out of bed, putting on his socks and shoes before Lance could bewitch him into doing it.
“Ugh fine,” Lance grabbed all his mobile beauty supplies and packed them neatly into a little blue bag. “Hey dude, you sleepin’ okay? Coran nearly threw out his back carrying you to bed. What you doing in the training deck?”
“In the middle of the night?”
“I couldn’t sleep,” Keith shrugged.
“Okay it’s official, you’re a Shirogane.” Lance sighed.
Keith wanted to be angry. He wanted to make some snappy comeback. But then again, Lance was not entirely wrong.
“Hey,” Lance put a hand on Keith’s shoulder, “if you need someone to talk to, I’m here for you.”
“I’m fine, really, just worried.” Keith froze as Lance pulled him into a hug for all of three seconds, holding him tightly and patting his shoulder when he pulled away.
“We’ve been through a lot, it’s okay to talk about it,” Lance smiled softly, letting go of Keith, somewhat hesitant. “Coran said training’s going to be extra hard from here on out. If anything happens-”
“Lance.” It was Keith’s turn to give the assuring shoulder holds. “Nothing bad is going to happen to any of us. We’re going to get through this.”
If Keith had to kill any Galra in their way himself, then so be it. They were far from their goal, and every day, it seemed to get farther away, but they will still try. One planet today, a whole solar system tomorrow, as long as they didn’t stop, it didn’t matter.
Tomorrow is a day closer to victory.