Oneshots - VLD

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Hey, guys! Sorry this took so long to get out. Trust me, once school starts up again, I’ll be getting out more writing, as counterintuitive as it seems.

I’m also planning on doing Whumptober this year and will probably be using Keith, Lance, and Pidge, as well as Catra (SPOP), Zuko and Azula (ATLA), Five (TUA), and Nico and Leo (HOO) so I guess that’s something to look forward to.

Another request from Alexandra7132006!

Keith had the worst luck. In the span of a year, he’d lost his brother, gotten kicked out of the Garrison, and then found said missing brother, only to be shot into outer space to fight an evil alien army.

And on top of it all, he had now caught some kind of alien cold.

It wasn’t bad, really just so annoying. It would bring soreness to his throat and seemed to dry up his mouth every time he spoke for longer than a few seconds, which wasn’t too often, but still. And what was worse, it seemed to amplify around Lance, quite literally taking his breath away every time the two ended up in the same room.

It certainly didn’t help that Keith had taken a liking to the younger teen. Sure, he’d liked the guy before, occasionally sending anonymous notes to the Garrison cadet he thought was named Taylor and screwing with the flight simulators trying to impress his crush. But this was a whole new level. They lived together, for crying out loud. It was too much.

And Keith wasn’t exactly a think- or talk-though-your-feelings kind of guy. Back in the desert he could at least get out and go for a ride and during it stick his knife in a cactus. Here, he didn’t have that option.

But there was a training bot he could stick his knife into.

He set his bowl from lunch into the sink just as Lance was coming in. The Cuban gave him a smile and wave, the latter of which Keith mimicked halfheartedly before heading down to the training deck.

Fighting the Gladiator had become Keith’s form of stress relief. It usually wasn’t such a bad thing, as the paladins needed to keep up their skills and all, but Keith had a lot of stress bottled in and therefore tended to train at ungodly hours or get so into it that he’d forget to do more essential stuff, like eat.

Sure, Shiro chided him for it, saying that he needed to take better care of himself. But when it came down to it, no one, not even Shiro, wanted to stand between the training room doors and a pent-up Keith holding a blade.

Switching on the level he’d left off on, Keith shed his jacket and rushed at the white robot.

Not even three levels later, he had to stop. The scratching in his throat became too much. Keith staggered against the wall, struggling to stay upright as harsh coughs tore from his mouth. When he finally could breathe again, he tasted copper on the back of his tongue.