#mighty-trash

A sketch for @mighty-trash, who was looking to write a ficlet based on a specific piece of art where Keith and Shiro are in a prison cell, and Shiro’s poisoned/sick and has his head in Keith’s lap. This is not that work (if you know which one that is, do tell!), but I wanted to draw it just in case they couldn’t find it. :)

all right, so I'm going to try and catch up on RPs (etc) over the next 2-3 days. Here is the **expected order:

••Stitches with @sword-and-sheith​ •••UNTITLED FIC ••In Sickness and In Health with @mighty-trash​

••Made of Star Stuff with @takashipanthershiro​ ••Haven’t Had Enough with @rebelastrum​

•••ABO discord thread •••prekerb discord thread

••new RPs with @druidgalrakeith​ & @meantforthestars​

**Black is the New Black, Amnesia: INLY, Gravitational Forces, You Are My Sunshine, The Mine Line, and I Bet the Stars Know with @quiznakingred​ will pretty much be answered whenever.

and hopefully answering some of the fic requests that have been sitting in my inbox for months

A GIFT FOR @mighty-trash / @cushfuddled FOR GETTING OLDER

A confidential video from Takashi Shirogane's file. For Keith Kogane's eyes only.

“Hey, Keith” the image of Shiro blurred before focusing up to show him dressed in his gray formals. “It’s me, but, uh, I guess you already know that. Anyway, I… I, uh, sorry I’m no good at this.” When he stands and reaches for the screen, Keith finds himself doing the same.

His fingers are still pressed to the glass when a new picture appears. Shiro’s holding the camera this time rather than sitting across from it. He looks sad. Keith wishes he could be there to make him feel better.

“Alright, let’s try this again,” Shiro manages to smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Keith knows that look and it’s never led to good news. “So, I’m supposed to make this video and I don’t really know what they want to me to say to you… God, what are you supposed to say when—” Keith hears an intake of breath as the screen blackens from the press of Shiro’s fingers over the lens.

“You can do this, Shiro. Come on,” the words filter through before another image appears. This time Shiro is on the couch in his apartment, there’s barely enough light to see him, but he’s there and not looking at the camera this time. He’d holding a paper, clearly reading from it as he begins. “Hey, Keith, if you’re watching this it means that the Kerberos mission failed and I… well, I died. But I don’t want you to focus on that, okay?”

Shiro looks up from the paper and Keith can practically feel him as if he were in the same room. “You have so much ahead of you and I know this —what happened to me— hurts. It’s going to hurt for a while, but you’re so smart and strong and braver than I could ever be. And after everything you’ve been through you’re still so good. You’re so good, Keith, I can’t get over it. I’m so honored to call you my friend and I just… I know you hate when people try to compliment you, but you deserve compliments. You deserve to know how amazing and special and loved you are, Keith.”

The sentence is punctuated by a half-hearted laugh. “You don’t believe me, I know. But you are, Keith. You are amazing. You are special. And you are loved.” Another sad laugh, splits Shiro’s serious tone before he continues his speech. “I love you so much and this doesn’t change that. It can’t. Energy can’t be destroyed and so you need to know that I’m still around. I’m still rooting for you. And I still love you. I alway will—” A sob wracks through the air just before Keith shuts off the screen, his hands shaking as he shoves away from the monitor.

“How could you?” Keith’s voice wavers as he backs away. “How could you do this to me?”

Keith’s out the door before he knows it, running out of the dormitory building and across campus. He scales the fence, nicking his hands on the barbed wire before he drops off the other side into the hanger where Shiro’s bike still sits.

He’s ten miles into the desert before anyone even knows he’s gone.

“I am on call when you need me, let me know. But we're drifting in a strange way,              I'm aware that it's a mistake if I love you. It's a mistake if I don't.                      You know space and time wouldn't let you be mine.          What I've come to understand is entropy wouldn't leave you to me.”

{closed starter with @mighty-trash}

Keith burst into the command center, ready to demand answers on why he was called back early, but instead froze. His gaze flicked around the room. He’d expected to see Kolivan and maybe a few odd Blades hanging around, but the place was crowded. Kolivan had called everyone back to the base.

Something was wrong. Something had went terribly, horribly wrong. And a deep (paranoid) ache in his chest whispered, Shiro.

Pushing through the sea of Blades was less of a task than Keith’d expected, each member looking his way then stepping aside. When he reached the center of the room, he could finally see Kolivan was there and talking to yet another crowd of Marmorans on the dual sets of monitors.

“...yes, all missions are put on hold until we know more.” Several of the forms on the screen shifted their eyes to Keith, but if Kolivan noticed he didn’t react. “Team Voltron has assured me that—”

“What about Voltron?” Keith finally cut in, meaning to sound demanding, but it was more along the lines of startled. “What happened? Is everyone okay? Is Shiro okay?”

Kolivan turned and while Keith wasn’t the best at reading faces, he knew this look to well not to understand. “No...” He backed away, shaking his head before bolting back the way he’d came.

He heard his name called and a sigh of ‘No, just let him go’ before he was out of the room and stumbling down the hall. His balance was off, he couldn’t remember why, all he could think was: No. No. Please, no. This can’t be happening. It’s not. He’s not... He can’t be.

Keith’s eyes were blurred by the time he reached the pod. It took him a minute before he could look up the castle’s signal, the process involved several shakes of his head, telling himself that he’d know he’d feel if something (if that) happened to Shiro. This was a lie. A trick. It had to be. 

Finally, Keith got the lock and was able to begin the process to start a jump. After teaming up with Voltron, Allura had agreed to help furnish each of the escape pods with enough quintessence for a single wormhole jump, just enough to get someone out of a dangerous situation (or in this case enough to skip over the distance between Keith and his best friend).

Slamming the controls forward as he finished inputting the location, Keith felt the air around him distort and his gut churned the way it always did when space was collapsing around him and his leg ached at the sudden tension change, but then he was there.The castle just feet away and he was closing in, Red’s hanger door already open, like she knew he was coming in.

Keith thanked her over the link (he was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to have anymore, but was glad for and not going to question) as he climbed out of the pod and hurried to the door, feeling oddly weak from his travel, but not enough to let it slow him down as he wound his way through the castle halls. “Shiro? Shiro! Pidge? Hunk? Shiro!? Matt!? Hello??”

I was tagged by @mighty-trash. Thanks for the tag! :D I’m always happy to share.

the rules are as follows: go to page 7 of your WIP, go to the seventh line, share seven sentences, and tag 7 more writer-bloggers to continue the challenge. 

No idea who’s been tagged already, but: @ace-pidge, @eastofthemoon, @squirenonny, @ptw30, @maychorian, @hufflepirate, @butteredonions​, and any other writers reading this who haven’t yet. :)

From the the angsty af follow-up piece to Collect Call I’ve been encouraged to write:

Shiro stalks around the corner, predatory, his hand humming with violet energy. 

“Don’t do this, Shiro,” Keith pleads. “Don’t do something you’re gonna regret.”