Birthdays are hard, especially for the defenders of the Universe. What gifts do you get in the depths of space?

Taking a life is hard, no matter the circumstance. The first kill is always the hardest.

*・°☆* Although they were in the depths of space, the stars were made of paper 。.*°☆.。 Hunk teaches the rest of the team to make origami stars -- By PenMelody, beta'd by Skarmoree

Shiro shook his head, before looking again at the green paladin. A paladin who was fast asleep, hanging halfway out of an air vent. "What? Did you find Pidge?" Allura's voice called through their communicators. "Yeah, but you guys might want to see this." Pidge has a small problem. The team wants to help. -- PenMelody

Lance was the class clown back in school. His crooked grin full of gaps often brought a smile to his friend's faces. Seeing everyone else smile made him happy. Lance was the shameless flirt in the Garrison. It made the girls laugh at his failed attempts, and the boys chuckle at his ridiculousness. He didn't mind being turned down, because everyone ended up happy. Lance was the blue paladin. It was his duty as a member of Voltron to keep the universe happy. But sometimes, just sometimes. Lance couldn't bring himself to smile Cover art: thesearchingastronaut.tumblr.com

It wasn't the room itself that was bothering him, It was the lack of people within it. A series of non-related Lance angst! We're sorry.