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In good hands
Chapter 1/2
Agent 47/reader no specified gender for reader, 47 is autistic and reader as well probably
47 just came back from a tricky mission, and his unusual behaviour alarms you. But he doesn't seem inclined to talk. What does he want from you?
Wrote my first x reader after yearrsss of reading them, I hope it speaks to some people out there! Enjoy!
Resonance: a Voltron/Star Wars Fusion
2.6k | Sheith | not part of Those Before Us | written for a zine that never went, so here it is | Happy May The Fourth :) summary:
Life as an officer in the Empire is predictable and monotonous. It's all Keith knows. It's all life is. It doesn't matter if it's not fulfilling.
At least, that's what he thinks before Jakku.
Excerpt:
The pilot’s gaze flickers from Sendak to Keith.
Everything - slows.
There’s fear in the pilot’s gaze, sure. Everyone’s afraid of Sendak. That isn’t what’s startling. What’s startling is the depths of those eyes, the way the light of too-many fires reflects in them. The pilot’s dark brown eyes stare back at Keith in a mingled mix of fear and determination, of startling courage and open terror, of surprise and just the hint of a desperate plea -
Keith’s breath catches in his throat. He’s stood at Sendak’s shoulder in front of prisoners before. This situation is no different. This shouldn’t be any different. This -
“Take him away,” Sendak orders, and Keith’s whole world shifts.
He’s never seen eyes like that before.
[read the rest here. HAPPY MAY THE FOURTH!]
In good hands Chapter 2/2
Agent 47/reader no specified gender for reader, 47 is autistic and reader as well probably. Both can be read as aro and/or ace!
Now that you knew what 47 wanted, it was time to fulfill his (and your) wish! Though neither of you were familiar with this kind of things…
Chapter 2 is heeeere !! I put more pressure on myself for this one, so it took longer than I expected :') 🔗 Hope you like it!
season 7
(thank you @gitwrecked for helping me get my thoughts in order <3)
When the EPs first revealed that Shiro wouldn’t be piloting the Black Lion anymore, my first reaction was “mmm, maybe not in your fic.” Despite that I can 'fix this’ in my own work, I was still a bit worried that this meant Shiro would be completely sidelined in future canon seasons. Would he be as strong and compelling of a character if he wasn’t in the Black Lion? Would we even get to see Shiro at all?
Season Seven utterly quelled those fears. I still intend to put Shiro in the Black Lion in as many pieces as I can, but - honestly?
If Shiro was still piloting the Black Lion, there’s no way they would’ve won that final fight.
Being in the Black Lion means that Shiro wouldn’t have been on the Atlas. Voltron needed as much assistance as they could get, both in the fight against Sendak’s armada and the second half against the Altean-Robeast-Scyther. Shiro was the one able to turn Atlas into the giant-mother-mecha who saved the day. The only reason Voltron survived both halves of the fight is because the Atlas, in both forms, was there to help.
If he hadn’t been on the Atlas, Shiro also wouldn’t have been free to destroy the crystal supporting Sendak’s ship. He would’ve been in his Lion just like the other Paladins, holding up one of the reflector panels to the zaiforge cannons. Shiro’s solo act to strike at the crystal on Sendak’s ship only worked because he could leave the Atlas to do it. He couldn’t have left the other Paladins.
It’s possible that Atlas could’ve had a different Captain if Shiro wasn’t there, but the battle would have gone much differently. Iverson or Sam could have captained the Atlas, but neither of them have Shiro’s battle experience against the Galra. Sam has experience with the Galra, but after Voltron freed him Sam headed right back to Earth with schematics and plans to prepare for the coming war. The Atlas he built is magnificent. That’s still a far cry - a different cry - from the countless battles Shiro actively led and witnessed out in space against the Galra, even on their home turf. Shiro knew the tactics. Shiro had the experience. Shiro was ready for this war.
If Shiro was still flying the Black Lion, Earth would have been doomed.
Growth happens. Growth implies a moving forward; part of moving forward means sometimes leaving things behind. I’m not just talking about people. I’m talking about entire parts of your life, sometimes, that get ‘left behind’ when another door opens. It doesn’t mean those parts of your life are any less valid. It doesn’t mean you can’t go back to them. It just means that if you do, they might be a little different than how you left them. That’s okay. The things you leave behind are allowed to grow just as you are.
Maybe one day Shiro will step back into the Black Lion to fly. That could be season eight. That could be after. That could be never. We just don’t know. He’s grown so much in the last season, though. Despite how much I miss him as Black Paladin, I can’t begrudge him this. In fact I’m pretty darn pleased. Shiro’s not reduced in any way for not being technical-Black-Paladin anymore. So many more doors have opened for him in just this last season alone. Are they different? Yes. Do they make him any less of a character or a person for what kind of doors they are? Absolutely not. The doors he’s already gone through and the doors he might go through next can’t change that.
Shiro’s a hero no matter what ship he pilots.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
something like home: a post s6 ficlet
summary: Shiro wakes up, safe. rating: gen; 1k; Shiro and Keith, for now. excerpt:
Shiro peels his eyes open with an effort.
Yes: he was right. It’s one of the emergency mattresses usually tucked away in storage on the Lions, off the main cockpit in an alcove. Shiro’d used one for Keith after a disastrous mission some - some time ago. The blanket draped over and snuggled carefully around him is from that same storage, and though it’s definitely seen better days, its soft, warm weight is a comfort Shiro’d almost forgotten how to need. The blanket is tucked around him, cocooning but not too tight. With a sigh, Shiro finally shifts, turning his head to the left and towards the source of the noise.
A pair of electric blue eyes meets his, blinking once. Shiro startles violently beneath the blanket, yelping with surprise. How had - shouldn’t he have -
(read the rest here!)
guarded: a voltron smol fic
guarded: a smol voltron fic
summary: Shiro gets a much-deserved nap. Written for @tinyadventureszine on tumblr. rating: G. so gen it’ll rot your teeth. notes: done in collaboration with the wonderful @bringembers! See their super cute art here.
excerpt:
“I can’t believe you got him to sleep,” Lance whispers, loudly.
Keith shrugs in response, a casual roll of one shoulder. Their care has gone unremarked by the room’s primary occupant. Shiro has yet to even notice the plush friends stacked on the sill, or the whole plethora of other stuffed animals waiting for his young perusal. He’s asleep just as Keith promised, curled up in the comfortable security of the frankly-enormous Voltron plush. His breathing is soft and slow, the peaceful glow of hopefully-happy dreams relaxing the curves of his sweet baby cheeks.
He is so absolutely adorable that Lance can barely stand it.
Read the rest on AO3 here!
FIRST!
Gladly :)
Lance finds Keith in the Black Lion’s sleeping compartment, exactly as expected. Shiro’s asleep on the cot, though unconscious might be a better word for it.
(ask me first/last/next sentences of my writing tonight!)
Last 😊
You have really good timing, wow.
Shiro whimpers, brow furrowing as he turns his head into the pillow; Keith lowers his voice immediately, picking the dislodged cloth up and mopping at the sweat pooling at the base of Shiro’s exposed neck.
(ask me first/last/next sentences of my writing tonight!)
