Anonymous asked: Keith (VLD) for the headcanon meme?
For this headcanon meme!
A: what I think realistically
Listen, I see and appreciate the hell out of the general
headcanon that Lance has ADHD, but I propose ADHD Keith? Like, hear me
out here. Fixated on aliens for his whole life, hyperfocused when he’s
flying (pros in battle: very hard to shake him up; cons in battle: he doesn’t
always react emotionally when or how he’s supposed to, which can be rough on
the others during a merge), prickly around most people but also v e r y attached to His People, and that specific combination
of “intense emotions that can burst out at unpredictable times”
and “extremely controlled emotions when under pressure” tbh all of it just
kind of reads ADHD to me. Possibly because I myself have ADHD and am
basically just like
this terrible sword boy. Especially the look on his face after he dumps a
massive amount of information about his aliens theory at the start of the first
episode–it just screams ‘fuck
fuck fuck someone please shut me up I can’t stop talking and I can feel you getting annoyed with me’ which, like, same.
Unrelatedly, I feel like Keith knows how to pickpocket people
and hotwire most vehicles. He knows how to knife fight and he lives in a
shack with no apparent form of income, and he definitely stole that hoverbike
in the first episode. He has some Weird Life Skills. At some point
I expect this to become pertinent in the show with Keith boosting a spaceship.
B: what I think is fucking
hilarious
Keith
scores a solid C in Emotions generally, but more specifically he just fucking sucks at noticing when someone’s interested in him. Like,
in terms of friendship and romance and/or sex, he just won’t notice. He
and Shiro were hanging out on the regular in their big brother/little brother
relationship for solidly eight months before Keith looked up from a book and
went “Wait, we’re friends” and Shiro was like “…yes?”
This is pertinent because
Lance, within Not Too Long, realizes that he’s actually pretty into Keith (he’s horrified, they are rivals, he can’t have a crush on Keith). Once Hunk and Pidge–mostly Hunk, because Lance burst
into the kitchen yelling ‘SOS’ and once they got him to explain, Pidge
laughed so hard they gave themself a black eye on a table corner–talk Lance
down off the ceiling, he spends a while waiting for his feelings to go away and
then goes back to hitting on Keith casually at every opportunity, but With
Intent this time. Keith, on the other hand, spends months being confused and distressed about the unidentifiable
physical sensations that being around Lance causes and that all translates straight into Prickly Mode. Two conversations that happen
within days of each other are:
> Lance telling Hunk,
entirely depressed, that he just really thinks Keith hates him? Like,
clearly he has no shot there. And Hunk is a good friend and they lie on
the floor while he listens to Lance go on at length about Keith.
> Shiro sitting Keith down
and asking what’s wrong and listening to Keith’s mildly panicky outburst about
how he DOES NOT UNDERSTAND what’s going on with him and he feels bad for
lashing out at Lance but he can’t??? Stop??? And Shiro is just
like “Oh my god Keith you’re into him, you’re fucking into him and people
on the other side of the star system know he’s into you, just fucking kiss him
and see what happens.”
No one is more confused than
Lance when Keith corners him alone and goes “I’m going to try something
and if it’s a disaster blame Shiro” and walks up to Lance like he’s a wild
animal and just. Fucking plants one on him.
Anyway, thesis
statement: Keith is a failure, and Lance is a disaster, and Shiro and Hunk
deserve plaques, and Pidge gets nothing because they believe that getting front
row seats to this mess is it’s own reward.
C: what is heart-crushing and
awful but fun to inflict on friends
Keith
has always wanted answers about the mysteries of the world, but not like this.
He has never been so bone-deep sickened as he is when he’s told that he’s
not human, he’s Galra,
he’s one of the monsters fighting to put the universe under a boot heel.
On that shuttle trip back to the Castle, Keith locks himself in the
bathroom and sits on the floor until he feels like he can open his mouth
without hyperventilating or vomiting or both, and Shiro has to coax him out.
“Come on, Keith,” Shiro
murmurs, once he’s gotten Keith to unlock the door. He wraps his flesh
and blood arm around Keith’s shoulders as a support, and Keith dimly thinks
about how Shiro tries to touch them with the Galra arm as rarely as possible.
He gets it, now. “Come on, Keith, let’s go. We should be at
the Castle soon, it’ll be okay.”
“No, I–no, I can’t,” Keith
says, digging in his heels. Shiro is easily strong enough to move him by
force, but he doesn’t, lets Keith press back against the wall again and makes a
soothing sound under his breath. “I can’t,” he says again.
“It’s okay, Keith,” Shiro
says, and his voice is low and soft and calm, soothing even though Keith
doesn’t care to be soothed right now. Something clutches hard in Keith’s
chest, and he hears a ragged keening sound as if down a long hallway, and it
takes him a moment to realize that it’s him. “The others will understand.”
“I–they’ll be so angry,” Keith
says blankly, clutching weakly at Shiro’s vest. “They’ll be right to be angry.” His stomach lurches
and he might throw up if he had anything left. “Allura will never speak
to me again.” He can see the look on her face already, the grief and
disgust and rage that twist over her face every time they face the Galra, and
he can’t see it directed at him, he can’t.
“They won’t be angry.
The princess will understand that you didn’t know, and you’re a part of
the team.” Shiro gives his shoulders a squeeze. “Come on, everyone
understood about me,” he says, clearly trying to be encouraging. “And
you’ve met the Blade, they’re good people. Our allies.”
Keith can feel tears burning
behind his eyes and clenches his teeth against them.
It takes Shiro another twenty
minutes to talk Keith out into the body of the shuttle, and another ten to get
him to walk out into the Castle dock.
D: what would never
work with canon but the canon is shit so I believe it anyway
Keith finds Allura a few hours after his heritage comes to
light. She’s standing alone on the bridge, her hands folded behind her at
parade rest, and Keith finds her by accident on his quest to find somewhere to
stand alone himself.
“Hello, Keith,” she says
coolly as he stops dead in the doorway, apparently identifying him without
looking away from the starscape.
“Um,” he says, wishing that
he could curl up and die instead of having this horribly awkward interaction.
It takes a few tires before he can force another sentence through his
throat. “I can leave, I’m sorry.”
“The Castle is your home as
well,” she says, turning halfway to present her profile. “Do as you like.”
Keith hovers in the doorway,
frozen between the impulse to beg her to forgive him–please, please, he’s
sorry, he didn’t know–and
the impulse to run and never come back. Allura doesn’t say anything, and
the silence is tense and uncomfortable and he hates everything about it.
He’s kept his gloves on all night, because whenever he looks down he sees
himself scratching at his arms like he’s trying to peel his blood vessels out
of his body and Shiro had quietly recommended that he keep the gloves on so
that he doesn’t hurt himself.
“I’m sorry,” he blurts again.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know, that–I didn’t know. We don’t
have to, um.”
“Discuss it?” Allura
turns her back on him again, but this time her shoulders curve as if she wants
to curl up on the floor too, maybe. As if she wishes she wasn’t the last
of her kind–wiped out by his. God, Keith is a monster. “It is not
your fault, Keith,” she says, stiff and clipped, as if she’s trying to convince
herself. “And the Red Lion chose you. We are in a brief pause
between battles and we do not have time to have elaborate conversations about
the finer points of the Galra, so. I trust that you will not turn on us.
Everything else can wait.”
“Right,” Keith whispers.
The words should be reassuring. He feels more like he’s been
stabbed in the gut. “That’s good.”
After Shiro disappears, he
finds her on the bridge again, in almost exactly the same place.
“We must get him back,” she
says lowly.
“I know,” Keith says.
“We will.”
“Keith,” Allura says, and
this time when she half-turns to him, she beckons minutely, and he hesitantly
steps up beside her. “I’m sorry, for the way I’ve treated you,” she
whispers, looking away from him toward the stars. “You did nothing to
deserve it.”
“I feel like I did,” Keith
mutters.
“You had no hand in what
happened to Altea,” she says. “It may take me time to let go of my anger,
but.” She sets her shoulders, looking over at him, and offers a tiny
smile–the most genuine smile she’s directed at him since they found out.
“If you bring Shiro back to us–back to me–that will go far.”
Keith stares for a
moment, then allows a tiny smile of his own, and nods.
