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Title: Not Your Fault Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Characters/Pairings: Shiro, Pidge Rating: G Warnings: Happens after the new Balmera crystal is installed and before Lance wakes up from his healing pod. Apparently I like hand holding. Disclaimer: Voltron: Legendary Defender is owned by Dreamworks, World Events Productions, and Studio Mir. I own the stories I write. Summary: Shiro can’t sleep and Pidge has something to say. Word Count: 1446 ~ Shiro and turned to lie on his back, eyes opening to the dark ceiling of his bunk’s compartment. Naturally occurring sleep had been hard to come by for a long time, and when it did c

Title: Not Your Fault Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Characters/Pairings: Shiro, Pidge Rating: G Warnings: Happens after the new Balmera crystal is installed and before Lance wakes up from his healing pod. Apparently I like hand holding. Disclaimer: Voltron: Legendary Defender is owned by Dreamworks, World Events Productions, and Studio Mir. I own the stories I write. Summary: Shiro can’t sleep and Pidge has something to say. Word Count: 1446 ~ Shiro and turned to lie on his back, eyes opening to the dark ceiling of his bunk’s compartment. Naturally occurring sleep had been hard to come by for a long time, and when it did c

     You gasped as a body suddenly collided with your shoulder, causing you to stumble and drop all of your books and papers. As you lifted your head from the ground and looked up, you found that no one was looking down at you, waiting for their chance to apologize. Sighing, and thinking that you should have known better than to even hope that somebody had noticed you in your vulnerable state, you started to gather your fallen things up. You winced as you reached out with your right arm, since it had been the arm that you fell on. Ignoring the pain, you clumsily picked up your remaining things and stood up, careful to not hit anyone around yo

Always There For as long as you can remember, it has always been just you and your mother living in your cute little house near the edge of the Hidden Sand Village. You don’t have any aunts or uncles, and your father left before your parents could give you any siblings. Because of this, it has always been just the two of you. As odd as it sounds, you’ve never minded this lifestyle either. At the end of the day, even if your house isn’t very big and even if your family doesn’t earn a whole lot of money, you find that you’re very content with it being only you and your mother. Compared to other people, like Feuda

Creeping through the window, Tim tried to be as quiet as possible, and shivered at the sheer prospect of waking his grumpy wife. Most of the time when he had come home after a long night of patrol, she'd wake up and scold him for staying up far too late, and missing dinner. He loved her, quite closely to his heart, but he loathed the nagging you prepared for him each day. Ready for a scolding when he entered into the master bedroom, he was surprised not to see you anywhere sleeping on the covers. Quickly his mind ran over fifty negative thoughts per second. Kidnapped? Murdered? Ran away? Summoned to another dimension? Okay that last one was

[A/N: Follows little to no history so please be mindful of that. Thank you] "Francis, Antonio, Gilbert, lunch!~" You called your little countries, setting out the food. It was surprising how fast little kids move when their favorite meal is set down; Spain was munching on a tomato and some churros, France chomping on...snails..., and Gilbert chewing on a wurst. You gave a tired smile at them being adorable as always, giving a quick glare at the pile of work waiting for you. Having one young country was hard enough, but you were taking on 3! Letting a small sigh of relief of paperwork, you ate some (favorite food) quickly. "Maman?" your Fren