#blackashi

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birthday fic

given, taken

shiro-centric, post-s8 au, shiro&black, shiro/ulaz, also features keith and matt | ~3900 w | mature

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(●´Д`●) it’s his day and also plum blossom season (●´Д`●)

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Click here to read Shiro/Human! Click here to read Shiro/Other! Click here to read Shiro/Galra! Kinktober Days 21-28 - Day 21: Hepta/Galra!Shiro (cross-dressing) - Day 22: Matt/Shiro (begging) - Day 23: Black Lion/Shiro (monster-fucking/overstimulation) - Day 24: Zarkon/Shiro/Magitech Golems (Suspension) - Day 25: Haggar/Shiro (sadomasochism/flogging) - Day 26: Haxus/Shiro (petplay) - Day 27: Sendak/Hepta/Shiro (collars) - Day 28: Mimic/Shiro (rimming)

---- Today is quite the update! For reference: Day 21 follows Galra!Shiro au. Day 22 follows after the costumes/role play day (part 2) Days 23 and 24 are part of the same fantasy AU which now may see some other fics maybe bc i had some ideas. Day 28 and 29 will marry up as part of the same fantasy AU, but different from days 23/24. The Shiro/Others is now complete as well for reference. Please heed the author’s notes and enjoy!

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Whoops! My hand slipped.

All Blackashi lovers! May I bring your attention to Empire’s new preview. Blackashi is entering the fic and kicking!

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Day 7: Black Lion

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When Keith's illness gets terribly worse, the paladins must learn how to rebound with Voltron and find the answer to Keith's attacks.

I can’t summary | Team bonding moment 101 | BLACKASHI!! | Cliffhanger (maybe)

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Shiro's lost (again) after a battle. The team has to find him and Shiro has to figure out what to do.

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Ships: none really, but some Shallura if you squint Tags: Birthday fic, for a friend, Team as family, Blackashi

Author’s Notes: Happy Birthday to mckinlily! I hope you have the bestest birthday ever!

(2,359 words - on Ao3)

Teaser below cut:

           Black was recharging, but slowly. She took more energy than the other Lions, he’d always known that. He tried to give some of his own energy, but the blast had done some damage to him, too. They’d been linked, deeply in sync, when they were hit; sometimes it felt like his head was swimming, especially when he tried to align with Black in more than a cursory way.

           Life support systems were running, keeping the air breathable, keeping him in water at least. There were emergency rations, but he was careful with them. Because near as he could tell, he was far, far distant from the Castle.

           He tried not to think about it. He tried to focus on maintaining and helping Black, on making sure that he was still alive to do that. He tried to rest, tried not to think how far away he was from what had become his home. The Castle, Allura and Coran, Keith and Pidge and Lance and Hunk, the mice… the other Lions. That was Black, impinging upon his consciousness, but he welcomed her intrusion. It was reassuring. He wasn’t alone. He had Black with him.

           She missed the Castle and the other Lions.

           He missed the Castle and everyone on it.

           They missed home.

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WIP Wednesday

I mean... I could be nice and post a Lion Soul sequel teaser, I suppose? 

BUT HAHAHAHAHAHA NO. >:3 

I have another WIP I can share, so y’all gonna get that instead.

           “It’s been three quintants.” Shiro sighed, looking at the screens. They were still adrift in space. He shook his head. “We have to get back to the Castle. We need them to find us before Zarkon and the Galra do. That’s the most important thing.” He steeled himself.

           “Black,” he reached his hands towards the panel, “shunt remaining energy from life support to emergency beacon.” He closed his helmet’s visor. His suit could keep him alive a little while. But, ultimately, the Black Lion was more important than he was. Voltron was more important than one single life.

           I don’t want to die, but… this is just how it has to be.

           He input the command.

           Nothing happened.

           His brow furrowed and he tried it again, in case he’d put it in wrong.

           Nothing happened.

           “Black. Send remaining energy to the emergency beacon.”

           Still nothing. Life support continued, the emergency beacon remained off.

           “Black,” he said sternly.

           And with a loud roar and a sudden spinning – like he was taking a load of Gs – he was back in that strange alter-space, where everything was black and purple, like he could cross the cosmos on black, volcanic glass, where the stars were the sky, and everything was just subtly… off.

           He whipped his head around, looking for Zarkon, but there was no one else here: just him and the Black Lion, sitting there implacable and silent. He reached out to feel for some other presence, but it was only the two of them.

           Remembering the strange physics of this place, he kicked off the “ground” and up into the air, reaching his hand out to steady and stop himself with a hand on Black’s nose. This way they were, more or less, eye-to-eye.

           “What?” he demanded. “We can’t let Zarkon get ahold of you again. You’re more important…”

           He was cut off by a loud growl.