Bosstoaster's Notebook

Chao, Boss, or BT depending on your flavor. She/her, a Bonefide Adult with Bills. Posts NSFW content, all tagged. Mostly a Shiro/Voltron blog these days. Occasionally writes. Header by Svenverite. They're all good Shiros, Brent.

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Here It Goes Again

Summary: 

Shiro wakes up in a hospital. This should be normal by now, except that he doesn't remember the times before. Because he's ten years old again.

It turns out, in the future he's a cool Captain with a floating metal arm and a spaceship that talks to him.

Shiro can work with this.

Written for @blackpaladinweek

Excerpt

Frowning, Shiro held out the weird right arm in front of him.  It bobbed a bit in the air, but it didn't weigh anything, at least not to Shiro.  He wiggled all the fingers, then turned it over so the palm was face up.

It was his arm.  He controlled it just like he would the right arm he'd gone to sleep with.  It was just robotic and it flew.

That was weird.  It was terrifying.  His arm was gone and replaced with this future thing.

But Shiro couldn't manage any kind of alarm.  This was his arm. He knew it like he knew his name was Takashi Shirogane, that he was ten years old, and that he wanted to fly when he grew up.  Those were things that had been true for as long as he could remember, even though this arm hadn't been here yesterday.

So instead he grinned and waved the robot arm.  "Cool."

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Hungry Like the Wolf

One | Two | Three

Summary:

The full moon is the best time to go get ingredients. Everyone knows that. Or, everyone should know that, but Pidge has no respect for ingredients. Hunk didn't mean to be out late, but he knows these woods, and he knows they're safe.

...Or he thought he did, until he hears the howling.

Odd that it sounds painful

Pairing: Shunk

Excerpt:

Shiro hadn't come out of the guest room since lunch.

It had been easy to agree that Shiro could stay at Hunk's apartment when he seemed so helpful and harmless. Helping Shiro at all had been an impulsive decision, but since he'd been nothing but respectful, even shy. Besides, Hunk had been totally captivated by the implications of his prosthetic arm. It functioned identically to his left, including shifting between a wolf and human form. Hunk had only dreamed of magical engineering that functional, and he'd practically salivated over the chance to learn more.

It was different when Hunk finally saw Shiro bare his teeth.

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Where My Armor Ends

One | Two | Three

Summary:

A series of one-shots.  

Current Chapter:

Shiro works up the courage to speak to the Black Lion.  Atlas has some problems with that.

Excerpt:

This was the entrance to the Lions' hangar.

Shiro had both every reason and no reason at all to be here. Atlas was his ship, and there was nowhere off limits from him. It was a strangely freeing feeling, after years of first Garrison living, then his captivity, and finally feeling like a guest aboard a royal vessel. This was his, and he knew every inch down to the bolts. Shiro hadn't helped build her, but Atlas lived in the back of his mind. He knew her.

But he wasn't a paladin. At least, not in the way that had him don the armor and step into the lions. He was Captain of the Atlas, not the Head of Voltron. So he had no more business snooping around in this hangar than an Admiral would going through his personal vehicle back at the Garrison.

Except…

Well, it was a little more complicated than that.

Besides, Shiro couldn’t lie to himself and say anyone would mind. If he dared to ask, to breathe his vague plans into reality by speaking them out loud, he would have been encouraged to do this. Keith, at the very least, would have pushed him to try.

After all, he'd asked Shiro to try flying again several dozen times on the way to Earth.

Shiro had always, always said no.

Tonight, for the first time since Allura had pulled him from the lion, Shiro thought he could say yes.

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Shackles on my Wings

One | Two

Summary:

Shiro wakes up with a cold. There’s nothing unusual about that. He’ll get through it, just like he has ever other case of the sniffles he’s had while in space. There’s plenty else to worry about, like how work with the coalition is ramping up, and the changes Ryou is going through. He doesn’t have time to stop for such minor illnesses.

Except it keeps getting worse

Part of the Don’t Let’s Start verse

Excerpt:

Except Shiro felt worse.  Far worse.

Before, his headache had been an irritation.  Now, it was a full-on distraction, to the point he’d had to mute his comm to hide his groans.  More than once, Shiro had nearly missed his target because it had been so hard to focus his eyes.

Black rumbled in the back of his head, openly disapproving.  There was no outright objection, but each time Shiro winced from noise or his reaction was a touch slower than normal, he felt Black press closer.

What else was Shiro supposed to do, though?  This was, at best, a cold. He’d powered through far worse before.  

Despite his justifications, guilt bubbled up.  Shiro didn’t have to be compromising the mission this way.  He shouldn’t be, not when they had a system of switching lions in place.  The point of that was to cover when someone was sick or needed elsewhere. Right now, Keith could probably fly Black better.

The very idea made Shiro’s stomach twist.  He’d spent so long sidelined by his own actions, but now he was reluctant to step aside at all.  He felt shaky and weak, the chill suffusing into his bones. Admitting it was a problem was the same as admitting he was too weak to deal with the sniffles.

He’d fought through far worse.

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Chapter Three is up!

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Take Me Home

Summary:

Shiro and Hunk make a bet over a game of pool, which Shiro loses.  His punishment is to make Hunk a pie.  He tries his best as they discuss the events of the previous few months.

Excerpt:

Shiro stared down at himself in utter dismay.

Over the past several years, Shiro's body had been subject to more humiliations than he could have thought possible.  From the Arena to the Voltron Show, he'd been left scared and changed.

This might have been the worst.  Because it came from someone he trusted.  A friend.

"I think you're being a little dramatic."

Shiro just glared at Hunk and gestured to himself.  From the ridiculously tall chef's hat, the custom-made Voltron oven mitts, and the 'All the good science puns Argon' apron, he was covered in kitchen kitsch.

Hunk crossed his arms, unmoved.  "You knew what you were agreeing to when we made the bet.  Don't tell me you're going to back out because of an apron, Captain."

Grinding his teeth, Shiro took a deep breath and let it go.  "I'm not backing out." Though, if Hunk took pity on him, Shiro certainly wouldn't complain.

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Shackles on my Wings

One | Two

Summary:

Shiro wakes up with a cold. There’s nothing unusual about that. He’ll get through it, just like he has ever other case of the sniffles he’s had while in space. There’s plenty else to worry about, like how work with the coalition is ramping up, and the changes Ryou is going through. He doesn’t have time to stop for such minor illnesses.

Except it keeps getting worse

Part of the Don’t Let’s Start verse

Excerpt:

Except Shiro felt worse.  Far worse.

Before, his headache had been an irritation.  Now, it was a full-on distraction, to the point he'd had to mute his comm to hide his groans.  More than once, Shiro had nearly missed his target because it had been so hard to focus his eyes.

Black rumbled in the back of his head, openly disapproving.  There was no outright objection, but each time Shiro winced from noise or his reaction was a touch slower than normal, he felt Black press closer.

What else was Shiro supposed to do, though?  This was, at best, a cold. He'd powered through far worse before.  

Despite his justifications, guilt bubbled up.  Shiro didn't have to be compromising the mission this way.  He shouldn't be, not when they had a system of switching lions in place.  The point of that was to cover when someone was sick or needed elsewhere. Right now, Keith could probably fly Black better.

The very idea made Shiro's stomach twist.  He'd spent so long sidelined by his own actions, but now he was reluctant to step aside at all.  He felt shaky and weak, the chill suffusing into his bones. Admitting it was a problem was the same as admitting he was too weak to deal with the sniffles.

He'd fought through far worse.

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Where My Armor Ends

One | Two

Summary:

A series of one-shots.  

Current Chapter:

When Shiro fused with his clone, he ended up in a body without a death sentence. He knew that. But he didn't feel it, until it suddenly hits home. 

Excerpt:

Immediately, Hunk brightened.  "Oh, that's a good point. Yeah, that'll work.  Thank you." He dug in much more happily, though his eyes darted to watch Shiro's new right arm float up and down as he ate.  "How'd your appointment go? All clear on the arm?"

Shiro put down his fork and held the hand out in front of him, curling each finger in turn.  "Yeah, everything checked out. No leftover alien metal, no other surprises, and no problems from the cloning process.   A clean bill of health."

It had been odd, actually.  Usually, a doctor's visit left him feeling grimly resigned.  He'd walked into the office, ready for whatever new twist would be thrown his way.  Part of him had been sure they'd find some new problem. Either it would be a tracking or recording device in some gruesome place inside him, or he’d find out that making and aging hundreds of clones in a year caused long-term damage.

None of that had been true.  Doctor Fraiser and smiled up at him and told him that Shiro was healthy, and to have a nice day.  

Just like that.

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Shackles on my Wings

One

Summary:

Shiro wakes up with a cold. There's nothing unusual about that. He'll get through it, just like he has ever other case of the sniffles he's had while in space. There's plenty else to worry about, like how work with the coalition is ramping up, and the changes Ryou is going through. He doesn't have time to stop for such minor illnesses.

Except it keeps getting worse

Part of the Don’t Let’s Start verse

Excerpt:

The room was the same as every morning - still dark from the night cycle, but with a line of blue light around the walls that banished the worst of the shadows.  Normally, Shiro was thankful for those ever-present lights, since they helped when he woke disoriented. Today, he wished he could rip them off the walls and throw them into the hallway.

Shiro scrubbed over his face, then rubbed over his temples.  The action had never done anything to relieve a headache before, and today was no exception.  The spot right behind his eyes and over his forehead continued to throb dully.

Tension headache.

Nothing new about that.

Taking a moment, Shiro braced himself before pulling his legs out from under the covers.  The first touch of his feet against the metal floor made him shiver, but he ignored that as he forced himself upright.

There.  He was up, and it would be silly to go back to bed now.  Especially when he had so much to do. They had a mission today he needed to prepare for, more Coalition reports to look through and put on their star maps, strategy meetings with the Blade of Marmora and rebel forces to plan for, all of which were more important than lazing around in bed for another hour.

No matter how temptingly comfy his blankets and pillows looked.

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COMING THROUGH THE NOISE

One | Two | Three | Four | Five

Summary:

Shiro is in the habit of keeping things to himself. He’s always been private, and he prefers to keep his thoughts to himself unless there’s a reason to share.

He doesn’t get that option anymore.

Or: Shiro get hit with truth spell magic and he might drop dead of embarrassment

Also Or: 5 times Shiro told the truth (because magic made him do it)

Excerpt:

"Thank you for choosing to speak with us again, Black Paladin," said Councillor Iort, her hands folded in front of her.  "This is a matter of great importance to us all, and it's important to work together."

"Choice isn't the word I would use," Shiro said.  Normally he would try to at least be more polite, even with this curse but... well, screw it.  If they wanted him to talk, then Shiro was going to talk. It was their own fault if they didn't like the tone.

The spell caster moved to stand to Shiro's left, carefully out of arm's reach.  Both eyes glowed pale blue at the irises, and then she nodded to Iort. "The spell is still in effect.  There's no need for reapplication."

Shiro sighed and leaned back.  He could feel the handle of Keith's knife pressing into his spine, but it wasn't uncomfortable enough to show.  "I could have told you that."

"If it wasn't working, you could have lied about it."

Rolling his eyes, Shiro stared Iort down, waiting.

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Love is a Battlefield

Summary:

1 2 3 4, I declare a kiss war

Ryou surprises Lance with a kiss-and-run, and it predictably escalates

Pairing: Kuron/Lance (Ryou/Lance)

Excerpt:

Then someone tapped his shoulder.

When Lance looked over, the person’s face was less than an inch from his own.  Before he could even gasp, their lips pressed against his mouth.

Lance nearly jumped out of his seat.  His phone clattered onto the table. Instinctively, he reached out and put his hands on the person's shoulders so he could push them away.

But then Lance caught sight of white bangs and a scar over the bridge of the nose.

Oh.

Just as he started to relax, Ryou pulled away.  He grinned down at Lance, all eager mischief. "Hey there."

"Ryou!"  Lance goggled at him.  "You scared the hell out of me!  What was that?"

Ryou only laughed.  "No time to explain.  I'm gunna be late." He shoved something soft into Lance's hand.  But before he could look, Ryou ducked in for another kiss, this one just a peck.  He pulled back before Lance could kiss back again, then gave a little wave and jogged right out the door.

Well, then.

Lance rested his hand over his mouth, his fingers still clutching around whatever the hell it was Ryou had just given him.

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COMING THROUGH THE NOISE

One | Two | Three | Four

Summary:

Shiro is in the habit of keeping things to himself. He’s always been private, and he prefers to keep his thoughts to himself unless there’s a reason to share.

He doesn’t get that option anymore.

Or: Shiro get hit with truth spell magic and he might drop dead of embarrassment

Also Or: 5 times Shiro told the truth (because magic made him do it)

Excerpt:

Waving him off, Allura stepped into the kitchen.  "Don't be ridiculous. Of course I'm going to keep trying to break this awful curse.  It's absolutely infuriating that they've managed to... to extort us this way!" She pulled out two water packets, then stabbed in her straw with more force than necessary.  "No wonder it was so easy for us to leave. They had to know we'd need to come back, or else make you suffer this way for longer. It's vile!" Shiro took the other offered packet with a smile.  There was plenty he respected about Allura, but her passion and sense of justice were among the greatest.  He'd been lucky that he'd ended up under commanding officers who cared about their subordinates, and Commander Holt could be very vocal about a cause he cared for.  But in his experience, those personalities got rarer the higher the rank. They were very lucky to have gotten someone like Allura to fight with. "As far as extortion goes, at least we know this is something we can give," Shiro said.  He leaned back against the counter, content to stay here until Allura had hydrated. "They're not asking for secrets about the coalition, or demanding to take a lion, or something equally dangerous.  I can't say I'm happy about what they'll decide to ask me, but at least this way it can be over in an afternoon." Allura bit down hard on the straw, her eyes flashing.  "We should not be in that position. Even more so, you should not be put in that position!  We know how your memories can affect you.  This is signing you up for torture." Her shoulders slumped as she stared down at her feet.   A humorless chuckle bubbled out of Shiro before he could stop it.  "No, I know torture. This isn't that bad." Going ashen, Allura stared at him. Shit.

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Looking off on the Horizon

Summary:

The weight of consequences weighs on Shiro during the Kerberos mission training.  Sam notices and they have a talk.

Excerpt:

Shiro nods, returning his eyes to his screen.  "Yes, Sir. Prepared to enter the gravity at your command."

"Do it."

It's silly to miss the 'make it so' that Sam only uses during informal training.  A little change, nothing important, but it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

Shiro does.  He fires the left thrusters, just for half a second, enough to tilt their craft to the right, and then he sends them forward.  There is a shudder and a lurch as the gravity of Jupiter continues to the ship inward while they enter Europa's pull on the other side.  Both forces tug, threatening to shake them apart if they stay for too long.

The key is not to wait.

Shiro presses forward, giving more power to the engines.  He sees Matt's head duck down, probably keeping track of their fuel usage.

Their ship rattles again, harder this time.

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Prompt by @eastofthemoon:  if you're taking prompts, how about the group encountering alien reindeer? be fitting with the holiday. lol

“It’s fluffy!” Lance breathed, hands clutching at his own shirt.  “It’s so fluffy!”

Shiro frowned at him and stepped forward, like he was going to put himself between Lance and the reindeer if necessary.  Though it would have been a toss-up if it was to keep the reindeer from charging Lance, or Lance from trying to hug the reindeer.  “It’s a wild animal, let’s not-”

But Pidge snorted, loud enough to interrupt.  “Yeah, okay, it’s fluffy, but can we talk about the fact that this is yet another Earth species we’ve encountered?”

“It’s not exactly,” Keith pointed out.  “It has longer fur than the ones on TV.  And it’s that purple color.”

“Fluffy!” Lance agreed, tone aggrieved, and not unlike he’d lost the ability to speak any other words.”

Shaking his head, Hunk frowned.  “No, that’s true.  This is really close, even if they’re a little different.  The lions are a little different too.  Mostly in the size department.”

Shiro eyed them, slowly dropping his arm when Lance didn’t look like he’d launch himself at the deer.  “I think the size is a pretty significant difference,” he pointed out, tone dry.  “I understand what you’re saying, but… well, we’ve also encountered several dozen bipedal, four limbed and headed aliens.  Maybe some shapes just work better?”

“Besides,” Lance replied, peering past the crop of trees to see the herd better.  He made a delighted, muffled noise when one of them literally pranced as it moved to a new patch of grass.  “Maybe they only look like fluffy reindeer right now?  It’s not like we can see them that well.  It’s pretty dark.”  Lance turned around and eyed Shiro’s arm.  “We should do more research.  For science.”

Keith shot him a look.  “It’s not zoology just because you want to moon over the fluffy deer.”

That only made Lance shrug.  “I think it’s zoology regardless of my level of mooning, actually.  And like you don’t care about the deer.”

“I don’t!”

Pidge frowned.  “You don’t want to learn about the fluffy deer?”

“No!”  Keith glanced between them all.  “I thought we were getting back to the castle.  We can probably look it up there.  Or do scans.”  At the four bland looks, he shrugged.  “I’d rather ask these questions about the lions than those things.  The lions are kind of more important, and they answer questions.  Sometimes.  More than these things.”

“Yeah,” Hunk replied.  “But the deer are fluffy.”

Keith threw his hands up.

Watching them with open amusement, Pidge nudged Shiro’s side.  “I mean, a little light wouldn’t hurt anything, would it?”

Shiro sighed.  “I should have worn the armor.  It has a real flashlight.  You realize this is a weapon, right?”

“We’ll be careful,” Lance replied cheerfully.  “Let’s see ‘em.”

With one last bland look at them all, Shiro huffed but extended his arm and lit it up.

It gave off just enough light to kind of get a better picture of the deer, but not really.  After all, the light function of the arm was a side effect, so it wasn’t exactly focused.  But it did grab the attention of all the Space Reindeer.  Who stared back.

Then, their hooves also lit up, it much the same way.

“What the hell?”  Shiro breathed.  “What is- run!”

Because the reindeer were running toward them now.

But before they could run them all over, they started to run up, like they were on a hill.  Except the ground didn’t slope up.  They started to walk on air.

“Flying fluffy reindeer!” Lance cheered, stopping and spinning around to watch the reindeer as they pranced up and over them, their hooves lit up all colors of the rainbow and humming with energy, much like Shiro’s arm.

Then Keith froze, eyes wide, and pointed.  “That one.   Do you see it?”

Following his gesture, Shiro frowned.  “Maybe?  Which one.”

“I think it has a red nose.”

“What?”

“You’re shitting me.”

“No way-”

If it was true or not, it was hard to tell.  There was so much reflected light in the herd, and they were moving so fast that they were gone in minutes, leaving them all staring after.

Keith took a slow breath.  “Okay,” he allowed, sounding tired.  “Now I have questions.”

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COMING THROUGH THE NOISE

One | Two

Summary:

Shiro is in the habit of keeping things to himself. He’s always been private, and he prefers to keep his thoughts to himself unless there’s a reason to share.

He doesn’t get that option anymore.

Or: Shiro get hit with truth spell magic and he might drop dead of embarrassment

Also Or: 5 times Shiro told the truth (because magic made him do it)

Excerpt:

Late at night, when everyone was asleep and the lights were dim, the castle could feel truly haunted.  Not by literal ghosts, but an entire culture, now gone.

…Yeah, Shiro was getting morose.

He sipped his coffee again.

Still disgusting.  But it was something for Shiro to make and do with his hands that even he couldn’t screw up.

A door opened behind Shiro.  The noise was loud in the otherwise dead silent room.  Shiro jolted and clutched his cup to his chest, as if he could either use it as a weapon or protect it from whoever was entering.

Rubbing under his eyes, Hunk frowned back.  “Oh, hey. What are you doing up?”

“Moping,” Shiro answered.  Then he winced. “I mean- shit.  Yeah, I’m moping.”

Hunk yawned and nodded.  “Mmm. I don’t blame you.  Tonight’s a good time for moping.”

Nodding, Shiro raised his mug in bland salute.

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Summary:

By now, the team knows that if it's anything less than debilitating, Shiro won't admit to being sick.

But they help anyway.

For @butteredonions

Pairing: Gen

Tropes: Sick fic, H/c, Fluff, The team helps b/c they love this dork,

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Summary:

A vague tie-in to the comics.

When looking into the code Pidge hacked in Shiro’s arm, Matt finds something.

Pairing: Shatt

Rating: Explicit

Kinks: Mirror Sex, Priase Kink, Multiple orgasms, over-stimulation, wallsex, manhandling, bondage

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Summary:

A vague tie-in to the comics.

When looking into the code Pidge hacked in Shiro's arm, Matt finds something.

Pairing: Shatt

Rating: Explicit 

Kinks: Mind Control, Over-stimulation, Bottom Shiro