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Whumptober Day 1: Shaky Hands
Okay, I’m trying really hard to get back into the Writing Mindset, so I’m doing some little ficlets for @whumptober2019 and - for this one and no doubt for others too - @kwmonth. Hopefully this will help me be ready to dive back into some of my longer ongoing fics later on, but for now, enjoy a quick scrap of whump!
KWmonth2019
Important update re KWmonth 2019!
This year we’ve decided not to do KWmonth as a separate event. Instead we’ll be turning this blog into a collection of reblogged Keith-centric whump fics and art created based off the prompts for Whumptober.
The decision to change the approach to KWmonth comes as both us mods are busy with college/uni and unfortunately don’t have the time or energy spare to run the event. Apologies for the late notice!
To make it easier for the fics and art to be found, please use the tag #kwmonth on your posts or else tag the blog (@kwmonth). The prompts for Whumptober can be found on the Whumptober blog here.
sneak peek of my fic for Day 22/Krolia @kwmonth
18 Years Without You
One of the nurses came out after a few minutes to tell him the news, that his father was dead, Keith didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to feel. Because no one had thought to prepare him for this.
It doesn’t click until the social worker shows up at the hospital. And he starts asking Keith questions.
The first is, “Where's your mother?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you know when she’ll be back?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you know how to get in touch with her?”
Keith doesn't.
“What’s her name?”
Keith doesn’t know that either. Pop had never told him. All he had said was, “She’ll be back someday, Keith, I promise. She’ll explain everything.”
But his mother isn’t here now to explain anything, and his father can’t explain either because he’s dead, and that’s when Keith realizes that he’s completely alone. He'd been cut away from everything he ever knew, the person in the world he loved the most was gone, and he never would be back. Ever.
Read the rest on AO3
1. Naxela
This is prompt 1 for Keithtober - Whumptober. You can see all the prompts if you’d also like to participate here. :)
“Good job, Keith.”
Good, job Keith.
Good, job Keith.
Good, job Keith.
Those three words reverberated through his skull, and stabbed his heart.
“It wasn’t me,” he replied numbly, barely feeling the words pass his lips.
It should have been him, but there he was, still alive.
He didn’t feel alive.
Even though he was entirely unhurt, it felt like his spirit had collided with that barrier and burnt away into the nothingness of space. All that was left was a shell.
He didn’t realize that he’d automatically flown to the Red Hangar of the castle until he registered Lance standing in front of his parked fighter, waving at him with both arms.
“You looked like you were zoning out, c’mon, space cadet. They’re letting Prince Lotor into the castle,” said Lance the minute his feet hit the ground.
Lance started to walk away, clearly intending for Keith to fall into step with him, but it was as if Keith was surrounded by sticky molasses, and his body refused to move.
“Keith?” said Lance, confusion and concern creeping into his expression.
“Keith!”
Both of them jolted in shock at the sound of a new voice. It was accompanied by the pounding footsteps of owner as they hurtled closer.
It was Matt.
“Keith,” Matt repeated, eyes wild with worry. He slowed his pace as he neared them, panting with exertion and pushing his sweaty hair out of his face impatiently.
“You tried to--” Matt cut himself off, frowning deeply.
“Keith tried to what-?” asked Lance, eyes round with confusion.
Matt ignored Lance in favor of setting a hand on Keith’s shoulder.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
His gaze was just like Pidge’s. Sharp, like he could see right through him.
Keith found himself shaking his head.
Matt and Lance blurred before him and the weight of what he’d nearly done finally hit him.
“N-no,” he whispered.
Naxzela - Day 1 Keithtober
aka Whumptober, by @koganewest (and @callaeidae3 ?) A poem!
Heart beat.
Drop of sweat.
Panicked noise.
Start to fret.
A combo of day 5, Kerberos, and day 6, Fire, from the K-W Prompt list.
Day 4: Bonds
Keith doesn’t want Shiro to comfort him but actually he really wants Shiro to comfort him.
Originally inspired by @kwmonth‘s “Naxella” prompt, but then it became some AU where Shiro and Keith wear cute, autumn clothes.
Also, as a side note, I really love Keith and Shiro’s bond, so that’s why I decided to feature them. I think there’s such a nice emotional closeness between the two, so I really enjoyed making this :)
Another side note: I’ve changed my username to art-by-berry to match my Instagram name (art.by.berry), so I’ll sign art using this name from now on :D