Private canon divergent black paladin Shiro of dreamworks’ voltron. By Orion. 25+ they/them
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Private canon divergent black paladin Shiro of dreamworks’ voltron. By Orion. 25+ they/them
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Matt had spent enough time lamenting the fact that he hadn't listened to those glaring red signs. That Shiro was behaving differently than normal. He had chalked it up to stress or the side effect of trauma endured since they had been apart. Both of them had grown in ways they never could have imagined. Being kidnapped in space tends to do that to you . . . your life always on the line. Hearing all the details of what Shiro had endured was enough to make him feel sick to his stomach. It wasn't an excuse, however . . . no matter how busy he was, he should have checked in on him and followed his gut.
❝ Good . . .you need a long rest. You've been through a lot. You might be one of the strongest people I know but even you have limits. ❞
A chuckle slipped free from under his breath at the rapid succession of questions given to him. Hand resting atop of Shiro's on and patting it soothingly.
❝ Wow, easy there. There's plenty of time. I'm fine, everyone else is fine too. However, some are feeling pretty guilty about what happened and not noticing sooner. So I'm sure they will be by eventually with their tails between their legs. I'm . . . in the same boat. ❞
A breath was exhaled through his nose before scooting closer to his bedside. Where does he even begin?
❝ I joined the rebels fighting for the galaxy. I faked my own death. It's been a lot. There's been. . . a lot of really good people I lost along the way. I grew my hair out because I didn't have a lot of time for maintenance, but I think it's a good look on me, don't you? I really grew up a long in the last what . . . four maybe five years? Are you feeling okay? Need any water? ❞
Sleeping for twenty hours was quite appealing. A real cat nap. The pun was not nearly as clever as his muddied mind thought it was, eliciting a several second long snicker. Shiro had to cut it off before he could dissolve into something more like hysterical laughter. Black rumbled in concern, questioning how often a human brain could get rattled around like that before there were consequences. He didn't have the heart to tell her it was definitely too late for that.
"Haven't you heard? There's like...a hundred replacement Shiros if this one fails." No that wasn't right or funny. All the clones had been destroyed, including the single one who almost succeeded in killing everyone he cared about. It might have ultimately failed but Haggar's ploy still took Voltron out of play for far too long. She should have just killed him the moment his quintessence was no longer needed.
He waved free hand as if to clear the air, trusting tape and slack tubing to keep everything in place. "We've had a lot of time to talk about that. Long road trip home and no music. I'm sure it was a very convincing replica." His tone was gentle, if not a little sad. Of course they were all fooled. Of course Black was never able to find him - there was nothing for her to track, no energy to pinpoint.
"Wait-" Shiro rocketed up so fast Matt's face and the room whited out for a second. He made a face, doing a poorly controlled flop backward. "You faked your-what? I mean, technically same, buddy but why?" Pidge would've mentioned that. Or she did and he'd been too preoccupied trying to wrap his head around all (most) of his friends not actually being dead. Which included Matt so maybe he had brushed over the details.
"Well you look great. Like the hair. Definitely fits the space rebel vibe more. Don't get me wrong, the scar is hot and all but...you know." Right hand raised and reached as if to brush across Matt's skin before Shiro pulled back. "Water would be awesome." His lips quirked up in anticipation. "Okay? You're alive. If you want, I could fly."
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I’m sure the book goes more in depth (I still need to finish it) but movie grace not having any big reaction to meeting sapient alien life is so funny to me. Cmon fear aside he’s a science geek at heart, he would’ve lost it
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"Actually it's entirely true. I double checked it myself." He grinned at Shiro. "I know a lot of wierd stuff. Also had a lot of thoughts. My mind never lets me sleep."
Shiro blinked, almost frowning before deciding he probably didn't want to know more. "Ahuh...okay then. Have you tried setting aside time for your brain to do that not before bed? I've heard talking everything out to get it out of your head helps." A pause because his own mind has gotten curious and won't be able to sleep if he doesn't get answers. "Did you break out like a measuring tape or what?"
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"Don't be a smartass, Shiro," Keith huffed. "You don't grip a knife the same way you'd grip a sword! They're very different!"
A brow raised and one hand flexed experimentally, clearly trying to find the difference. "Okay. They're still long sharp blades used for cutting and slashing. Your bayard, an alien magic tech weapon specifically tailored to you, forms a sword. So does your lion. And the only thing you brought to space was a knife."
ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ RANDOM HIGH-STAKES, DISASTER-BASED ACTION PROMPTS CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT. SEND "REVERSE" TO SWITCH THE ROLES OF SENDER AND RECEIVER.
SENDER forces RECEIVER to keep moving despite exhaustion.
SENDER lifts RECEIVER over an obstacle they can't clear alone.
OUR MUSES get separated briefly and panic sets in.
OUR MUSES light a fire for warmth using scavenged materials.
OUR MUSES wade through floodwater, gripping each other for balance.
OUR MUSES emerge into daylight to see how much the world has changed.
SENDER blocks RECEIVER from seeing something horrifying.
OUR MUSES take turns standing watch through the night.
OUR MUSES navigate by landmarks that no longer exist.
SENDER covers RECEIVER'S mouth to keep them quiet.
SENDER confesses fear to RECEIVER in a rare quiet moment.
OUR MUSES shelter in a vehicle that may not hold.
SENDER gives up their share of medicine for RECEIVER.
SENDER promises RECEIVER they'll get through this together.
OUR MUSES climb to higher ground as water rises.
SENDER wakes RECEIVER just in time to avoid danger.
SENDER helps RECEIVER wash ash or grime from their face.
OUR MUSES mourn someone they couldn't save.
SENDER collapses and RECEIVER helps them back up.
OUR MUSES cling to each other as the ground shakes.
OUR MUSES listen to emergency broadcasts on a dying radio.
OUR MUSES sneak through an area crawling with danger.
OUR MUSES share the last dry blanket between them.
OUR MUSES shelter together as debris batters the structure around them.
OUR MUSES argue quietly over whether to leave shelter or stay.
SENDER gives RECEIVER the last flashlight battery.
SENDER shares a memory with RECEIVER to distract from fear.
SENDER gives RECEIVER their coat despite the cold.
OUR MUSES break into an abandoned building looking for supplies.
OUR MUSES follow a map they don't fully trust.
SENDER scouts ahead while RECEIVER waits, terrified and alone.
OUR MUSES hold onto each other in complete darkness.
OUR MUSES move through ruins that were once familiar.
OUR MUSES barricade a door as something pounds on the other side.
SENDER cleans blood from RECEIVER'S hands, steady and careful.
SENDER hands RECEIVER a weapon.
OUR MUSES share whispered plans over a flickering flashlight.
OUR MUSES hide in silence, listening for signs they've been found.
OUR MUSES ration food between them, unsure when help will come.
OUR MUSES wait out the storm in a cramped, unsafe space.
SENDER teaches RECEIVER how to start a fire without matches.
SENDER teaches RECEIVER how to use a weapon they've never used before.
SENDER drags RECEIVER out of a wrecked vehicle.
SENDER reassures RECEIVER during a panic attack.
SENDER carries RECEIVER when they can no longer walk.
OUR MUSES share a silent moment of relief after surviving something close.
OUR MUSES watch the skyline burn or collapse from a distance.
SENDER makes a hard call that puts them both at risk.
SENDER helps RECEIVER breathe through shock.
SENDER pulls glass from RECEIVER'S skin carefully.
SENDER pulls RECEIVER into cover just as something explodes nearby.
SENDER refuses to leave RECEIVER behind.
OUR MUSES wait for rescue that may never come.
SENDER struggles to pull RECEIVER back from a collapsing ledge.
OUR MUSES wait out danger inches apart, barely breathing.
SENDER tends to RECEIVER'S non-life-threatening wound.
❝He was a mess of scars like the sky was a mess of stars.❞
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"I can’t believe you guys think I solve all my problems with a knife; sometimes I use a sword!"
"Swords are just big knives, this is not the win you think it is."
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The entire clone experiment needed Shiro alive. In order for any of them to be conscious in any capacity, let alone convincible, he still had to exist as a 'blueprint.' Haggar might have been able to duplicate his body (that's a whole other hc) but just trying to Frankenstein's monster them wouldn't have gotten her anywhere. There had to be existing memories and quintessence to transfer from or the clones would've been spotted lightyears away. Even the mutated robeasts came from something that already lived at one point.
The clones weren't perfect copies of a truly living person, in that they couldn't produce their own energy to function. A normal being naturally generates quintessence which can be replenished when used. Shiro was only really kept alive to be used as a human battery when the active infiltrating clone started to run out. Haggar's connection allowed her to siphon from him to Kuron, also facillitating the clone's limited bond to the black lion. Without Shiro's exact life force, Black never would have let in the copy nor would he have been able to fly her.
Shiro never actually knew about the project. He just figured getting randomly drained by the witch was a punishment for something or a way to ensure he couldn't contact the black lion.
Things I still want to write up: clones n quintessence, how shiro’s exposure to quintessence affects him especially regarding flying Black, lion autonomy and energy
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