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[outofthevalley]

300 Words or Less Prompt: “I can’t remember the last time I was happy.” (for @jessiesays! Sorry it’s so late haha)

Characters/Pairing: Sheith; Keith, Shiro, mentions of Allura and Kolivan

Word Count: 300

This one takes place around Season 4 or 5-ish, after Keith has joined the Blade but before any of the crazy Kuron stuff goes down! Have some angst, there was no way I couldn’t with the prompt. Also I changed POV to third person for the quote because it felt weird to change to “I” statements when Keith isn’t actually talking to anyone.

The only times they see each other are through the video comms. Shiro is looking more like his old self, standing beside Allura and addressing the rebels gathered. He’s always had a certain confident and trustworthy way about him, making him the obvious choice for leader even back at the Garrison, and even though it’s starting to show that the stress is creeping up on him--his smile doesn’t meet his eyes quite the same way, and there’s a new depth of tiredness that he hasn’t been able to shake--he is still the obvious leader. He’s still Shiro.

Keith wonders if he still looks the same from the other end. He feels smaller from his spot next to Kolivan, and quieter. Their meetings are brief and to the point, with Keith’s presence only on the off chance that he will have valuable input as a former paladin. He rarely does.

The meeting comes to an end without a word from Keith, but before ending the call Shiro’s eyes flicker instinctively to his. It’s too quick for Keith to look away before their eyes meet; it’s only for a second, but his heart aches when Shiro visibly softens and offers a weak smile before disappearing.

Keith wonders if he should have smiled back, to reassure Shiro that he was happy--but he can’t remember the last time he was happy. Maybe when he found Shiro again? Or afterward, sitting by his bedside while he recovered? It’s hard to tell, but it doesn’t matter. They have their places for this war, and those places don’t coincide. All he can do now is try to make sure there’s a universe left at the end, so that if nothing else, Shiro will have the chance to be happy.

Maybe if he’s lucky, Keith will be, too.

[immortalxmortal]

/stupidlydepressedmarsh/ “You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?”

“You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?” 

Kenny looked at his friend as he absent mindlessly stroked his cat. He had brought the animal over specifically because he knew Stan would get along with him. As he rubbed the back of his cat, he blinked back up at Stan.

“What’d you mean, man?” He asks, although he knows what the other means. Ever since Stan came back from that date things have been...different. Strange.

He scruffs at his hair, smiling weakly at Stan.

@stupidlydepressedmarsh

[outofthevalley]

300 Words or Less Prompt: “Shh, you’re safe now.” (for @jessiesays)

Characters/Pairing: Lotor, no pairing

Word Count: 300

This fic has season 6 spoilers and takes place thousands of years before Voltron! Lotor transporting the first Alteans to the colony.

The first nights were always the hardest. Feeling alone and scared in the cargo ship that Lotor had re-purposed for this, most of the Alteans he transported slept restlessly when they managed to sleep at all. He didn’t blame them; each one had been in hiding for so long that the idea of traveling in a Galra ship was terrifying at best.

His current charges, a young couple with a baby, were exhausted. They hadn’t slept at all the first two nights between their infant’s constant cries and their own fears. Lotor hadn’t said anything, but he knew they couldn’t keep that up for long.

As the ship navigated the quantum abyss, Lotor made an old Altean comfort food and sat with the couple. The hours passed as they about everything--the Galra, Altea, the places they’d been and the place they would see. It was a small comfort, to see hesitant smiles and careful hope rise behind their tired eyes.

Hands intertwined, the young mother’s head rested in the crook of the father’s neck, Lotor suggested sleep just as the baby began to cry. The two shared an exhausted glance, but before they could untangle themselves, Lotor stood and walked to the bassinet.

Lotor lifted the child into his arms with the utmost care. The babe whimpered as he looked into barely familiar eyes, but Lotor kept himself calm and comforting as he cradled the baby close.

“It’s okay,” he cooed, checking to make sure it was only loneliness and not any other need. “Shh, shh. You’re safe now. I promise.”

The baby quieted in his arms, and when Lotor turned back to the couple, they had settled back into their seats. The mother met his gaze, mouthing a quick ‘thank you’ with a smile that finally met her eyes.

[stupidlydepressedmarsh]

Ugh, sorry I haven't been on lately. I just haven't been feeling up to writing because I've been a bit down and I've been a little self conscious about my writing skills and the way I portray my muse =/

But if I do owe you a starter or reply I'll try to get to it soon. I don't roleplay with a lot of people but I appreciate everyone who has given me a chance and I love everyone of you despite my absence.♡

[yougotafaceforsmile-blog-blog]

"Mas eu duvido que elas te fariam feliz como eu faria."

[yougotafaceforsmile-blog-blog]

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