Keith-centric voltron oneshots

Too Little To Train

Age regressor Keith and Shiro being his CG. I'm going to say this one time, if you're ddlg/variants or anything sexual, dni. I don't want you here.

Keith knew by the fuzzy feeling in his head that today was going to be a little day. He also knew that the alarms blaring in his ears, that were also giving him a headache, by the way, meant he had to train. He whined softly at the thought of having to act big. The only person on this ship that knew about his age regression was Shiro, and he dreaded the idea of the others finding out.

He shucked his normal clothes off and slipped a pull up on to be safe, then hastily tossed his undersuit and armor on. By the time he was dressed, a firm knock echoed throughout his room. "Keith? Everyone's already in the sparring room, are you alright?" Shiro called out. I want Dada. "Yes 'Kashi, I'm fine. Just woke up late." He cursed himself and his wobbly voice.

The door whooshed open, charcoal meeting deep violet for a moment, Keith averting his gaze to the side. "Well, let's not keep everyone waiting." Keith spoke casually, as if his mind weren't begging him to grab his paci or beg Shiro to hold him. The two walked in comfortable silence, soon reaching the training room. "Jesus christ, what took you so long?" Lance complained the moment the brothers come into view.

Keith scowled and shot him a death glare. Today was not the day for rude remarks. "Fuck off, Lance." He spat as he and Shiro got in line with the others. Keith stayed next to Shiro, gripping his hand gently. "Alright paladins, today we'll be practicing our hand to hand combat, as I've noticed a few of us need some... Improvement." She spoke delicately, her accent thick, but rolling off her tongue with ease.

"I could use some hand to hand practice in other areas if you'd like, princess." Lance flirted playfully. Keith had noticed that his pathetic attempts at hooking up with the princess had turned to a more playful, friendly nature. Allura rolled her eyes. "Only if you beg, silly boy." She teased back, earning a chuckle from Pidge and a wheeze from Lance, whose face had turned scarlet.

"Now then, I've chosen the groups already. Due to there being five of you, I shall participate as well. Hunk and Lance, Pidge and I, and Keith and Shiro will be partnered up today." As the team segregated into their assigned groups, Keith tried to mentally prepare himself. Shiro was a good fighter, and with how unstable Keith's in-between headspace was, he deeply feared slipping without meaning to.

"First up will be Pidge and I." Allura's voice echoed, and the two females walked to the center. Roughly an hour goes by, everyone having taken their turns except for Shiro and Keith. "You ready, Keith?" The older asked, getting in a fighting stance. Does it look like I'm ready, Shiro? But Keith nodded anyway. "Always, Shiro." He got in a defensive stance.

Shiro threw the first hit. Keith dodged it by a millisecond, but failed to deflect the second or third hits the came around way too quickly to be human. One nailed him in the chest and the other in the side of his head, causing him to grunt. He ducked down to avoid the fourth, swiping his leg around Shiro's to trip him.

The two went back and forth for what seemed like hours, neither willing to admit defeat. Shiro could tell Keith wasn't himself, his hits were sloppy and his weak attempts at protecting himself were downright pathetic. Shiro, while wanting to respond to what seemed like clear turmoil in the younger's eyes, couldn't help the power rush he got from dominating in their training.

Keith noticed the cocky glint in Shiro's eyes, and before he could dodge the hit aimed at his face, metal met flesh as the contact sent Keith skidding a few feet. He felt hot tears pooling in his eyes from the aching sting radiating from his jaw. He stayed down this time, tapping the ground a few times to signal he yields.

The fuzziness he tried so hard to fight away came racing back, and Keith fell victim to the sneak attack from his headspace. A small whimper escaped his throat, but he choked it down before he grew into a wailing mess. He wobbly stood on his feet and rushed for the exit, ignoring Shiro's voice calling for him.

He managed to get through the door to his room before his legs gave out, sending him to his knees. He sniffled, and tears soon trailed down his face. He wanted out of his stupid suit. He wanted his paci and a bubble bath. He wanted his soft jammies and snuggles. He wanted Dada. He cried for what seemed like years, when in reality was roughly ten minutes, before Shiro was at his side and hugging him.

Keith choked on a sob and wrapped his arms around the older. "It's alright honeybun, Dada's here now, no need to cry." Shiro cooed in an attempt to sooth the little boy in his arms. "H-Huwts." Keith hiccuped. "I know darling, Dada didn't mean to hit so hard, I'm sorry my little prince." Keith frowned and patted his Dada's head. "Is otay."

Shiro grinned softly at Keith's passive behavior. "Alright little guy, I bet that armor is getting real uncomfortable, let's get you changed." Keith nodded, a small chirp pushing past his lips as he's lifted up and sat comfortably on his bed. Shiro looked through Keith's little side of his closet, finding one of his old NASA shirts among the onesies, hoodies, and overalls. "How long have you had my shirt, little one?" Keith giggled at the sight of his favorite shirt, making grabby hands for it.

"Aw, you want to wear this?" Shiro grinned. He grabbed a pair of black jammy shorts decorated with little planets and stars, then helped Keith out of his armor and undersuit, then lifted the pull up clad child into his arms and to the bathroom. Keith perked up at the sight of the bubbles being set on the counter. "Bub! Bub!" He squealed.

"Yes Keith, bubbles." Shiro beamed, starting the bathwater. When the tub was full, Shiro poured a small amount of the bubble solution in, then ran his hand through it a few times to get the bubbles going. Once Keith seemed pleased with the amount of bubbles, meaning he grabbed the bottle against Shiro's wishes a poured more in, he let Shiro put him in the warm water.

"Bub!" He giggled, playing with the small billows of bubbles that formed. Shiro let him play for a moment before grabbing Keith's poor choice of 3-in-1 shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. "Geez Keith, you seriously don't care about hygiene, huh?" He pondered to himself.

He poured some of the soap on his hand and lathered Keith's hair, gently rubbing in into his scalp. Keith visibly relaxed, as if years of tension were being chased away by his caregiver. "You like that, huh?" Shiro teased. Keith smiled lazily and nodded. Shiro was quick to get the rest of his baby washed up, lifting him out of the tub and draining the water.

He dried Keith off gently, knowing Keith never liked the texture towels had, and dressed the boy with the outfit he had chosen and a pull up. Keith yawned softly, rubbing his eyes. Shiro lifted the young one into his arms and back to his bed, laying down with Keith on top of him. Keith nuzzled into Shiro's chest, letting out a small coo of appreciation.

"Ni ni Dada." Keith murmured, and then he was out like a light. "Good night, my prince." Shiro smiled, staying up a bit longer to ensure Keith was asleep, as the boy had a tendency of having nightmares the moment he closed his eyes, falling victim to slumber as well.

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