Voltron oneshots

Keith

There is way to much Keith but oh well?

hc that when keith he sleeps he likes having something to hold on to.
when he and his dad lived together he would cling to his front, tiny hands fisted in his dad's shirt, and when he died (or disappeared) the only way keith could fall asleep was by spooning a pillow or his bunched up blanket. he needed to create the illusion that he wasn't alone.
Some of his worst foster homes either would get mad at him for taking extra pillows and blankets or wouldn't even give him blankets at all. So he'd just stay awake.
When you and Keith spend the first night together in a bed, Keith makes sure that he brings everything he sleeps with into your room so he doesn't cause any trouble. but you wake up cold with Keith facing opposite of yourself, all of the blankets bunched up in his arms.
That morning you can see Keith is guilty about something but you don't know what because he didn't do anything wrong? So to try and make him smile you do stretches and jokingly says "stop hogging all the blankets babe".
Keith just freezes for a second but covers it up and scowls at you, telling you to make him.
But the next night Keith doesn't dare to even touch anything on the bed and stares and the blankets bunched up by his feet like they burned him. He doesn't fall asleep.
You had started to notice Keith's eyebags, which were slowly disappearing, are suddenly back, but twice as dark and somehow twice as impactful. Keith is snappy and irritable and you sometimes find him napping in the training room, curled up and and eyebrows furrowed.
When Keith gets himself hurt on a mission (you knew something was off he was unfocused and sluggish he should've said something but he didn't and now Keith is hurt) you decided to talk to him as enough was enough.
"We sleep in the same bed, I'd know if you're having nightmares, so it's not that. Why aren't you sleeping"
Keith's in the middle of bandaging himself (he refused to get in a cryopod or to let anyone help him he doesn't need help he can do it himself he's fine) when he pauses and then continues to struggle bandaging his torso.
"I'm fine"
"You're not, and I'm worried"
You walk up to Keith who is just sitting staring at his hands (he's not wearing his gloves) and you take them in yours
"What's wrong?" You had asked softly, squeezing Keith's hand, and Keith stares intensely at their intertwined fingers, stiff until the tension finally bleeds out of his body and he squeezes back
"I made you upset" he says simply, and doesn't continue until your silence invites him to.
"The blankets," he says. "I...I took them. I'm sorry."
Keith blanks out after the words leave his mouth and he realizes he's panicking until your voice reaches him.
"Keith? Keith look at me its alright. You didn't do anything wrong."
hands reach up and touch his face and Keith flinches before he realizes how soft and warm they are. He still can't look you in the eyes and hates himself as his own tear up.
"I'm sorry"
His voice wobbles and shakes and You understand. "There's more to this you're telling me right?" Keith nods. "Do you want to talk about it?" Keith shakes his head.
"Alright," You say stepping back with a soft smile, "will you at least let me help you bandage yourself up?"
Keith nods.
that night, when You tuck him into bed and follow him under the sheets, he shyly buries his face into Your neck and wraps his arms around you. You don't move away or complain and Keith falls asleep for the first time in years warm and comfortable and not alone.
You wake to soft snoring and drool pooling on the back of your neck.