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so. I got the SUPER talented and possibly mind reading @millennium-queen to fill out today’s @shiroshipweek‘s prompt for ‘Home’ and man! did they ever go far above and beyond what I’d kind of half pictured myself. So have a bit of Shiro from VLD and Lisa from Vehicle Voltron ship to brighten your day.
Cause you're a sky Cause you're a sky full of stars I want to die in your arms Cause you get lighter the more it gets dark I'm gonna give you my heart
Coldplay
Fic: The Blend of Marmora
Prompt for Day Four of @shiroshipweek - AU
Summary: Betrayed by a close friend, Shiro returns home to the small town of Marmora to reconnect with the friends and family he missed, including the boyfriend who dumped him five years ago. Trust returns easy but staying proves hard as secrets come to light and Shiro needs to decide between the role of the lifetime and his career.
Chapter Three: Saturday night at the movies
Excerpt:
Shiro watched, mesmerized, as Keith lifted his own cup to his mouth, lips pursed about the edges. “I hope you don’t mind me interrupting your brief lapse into normalcy. I was cleaning off the outside tables and saw you. Thought you might be cold.”
The benefits of living only a street away from the corner café. Shiro had spent half his afternoons as a kid watching Keith clean the tables from his second-story bedroom window. He’d spent the other half in the cafe’s corner table, pretending to study but watching his best friend-later-boyfriend work.
He wondered every so often if he’d never left that table, where they’d be now? Married? Divorced? Or back to best friends?
Where were they now?
Shiro crouched to place his cup on the edge of the sidewalk, then fell backwards into the pile of the leaves. They used to lie like this during the autumn months, usually during twilight to see the stars emerge from their daytime slumber, and Shiro mused his favorite star returned when Keith loomed over him, eyebrows pinched with worry. Shiro shifted to give him more space, and a moment later, the leaves crunched and sighed as Keith fell back into them.
They sat in companionable silence, just staring up at the serene blue sky, before Keith muttered, “Escape from Beta Traz was all right. Return to Beta Traz – not so much.”
Shiro laughed. “That was the consensus.”
“Why’d you do the sequel?”
“Signed a three-movie deal. I was just happy they stopped at the second.”
“Lance said the only redeeming quality was the shirtless scene between you and Allura.” The leaves swished as Keith looked over, eyes as dark and sparkling as the night sky. “I don’t know. It wasn’t all that hot.”
Shiro arched an eyebrow. “But you did think it was somewhat hot?”
Shiro heard the shrug in Keith’s voice. “I guess. Most people don’t remember you in that tight shirt following homecoming. When it rained? That was…” He cleared his throat. “…uh, enjoyable.”
Full chapter on AO3
Shiro Ship Week Day 1: Flowers
(aka: A reason to draw Shiro with a man bun ;w;)
AU
day four of @shiroshipweek and the prompt is AU. And I LOVE AUs. So here we go! What if, one day, the world very quietly slipped half a step to the side? And all the old folklore and fairy tales and nightmares and myths started to make a great deal more sense suddenly than they should?
who you gonna call?
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He hit the ground running, the shock absorbing up through his legs. Ahead of him, his quarry all but flew and he cursed under his breath at its ease of movement over the rooftops. His backup was coming but he had no idea where from anymore or if they could even pinpoint him in time. It was down to just him and his target and he was damned if he was going to let it out of his sight. Another gap in the rooftops and he took the leap that was too far for him, training kicking in as his fingers caught the lip of the building despite that and he hauled himself up, rolling to regain momentum. In the neon glare from the city, the darkness of the shadows was darker and the lights burned their afterimages into his retinas. It was easy to get lost up here, easier still to lose someone and his head swung as he reoriented, eyes flickering, night vision flaring and overlaying everything in sickly green.
There!
His target was moving, three rooftops over, heading away from the business district, no doubt aiming to lose itself in the ragged rat holes of the slums. Takashi knew he was pushing his limits. His breathing was already ragged in his ears and his body was very patiently silent, a stern warning of when it did decide to present him with the bill for what he’d put it through tonight. Gritting his teeth, he threw the last of his energy into a flat out sprint, dangerous in the dark but he’d never catch the target any other way. One roof, two. Three. A fourth. He focused on the moving shape in front of him and when it jumped the next gap, he threw himself from his own spot further back, pushing hard, muscles of his thighs burning. Sweat burned his eyes but they were focused and narrow.
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wounds
this is a prompt for @shiroshipweek. To the surprise of absolutely no one that knows me, we have the pairing of Shiro and Lisa from the Vehicle Voltron series. Prompt of the day is wounds so you know this is going to be a fun ride.
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the kid had overcompensated again in response. Already frightened by their first mistake, they’d panicked. Swung too hard in response. Their ship had gouged his shuttle’s wing, hit a panel. He’d lost his lift and half of his maneuverability. Snapped an order for his squad to lift out of the canyons, for the Base to manually take over the kid’s ship and land it, and then forgotten about them entirely as he’d focused on trying to slow his ship’s forward rush, trying to level it enough to land in a controlled crash. It had only partially worked and only because he’d pulled every single trick he knew, and a few that really shouldn’t have worked, out of his ass. He’d had to eject.
Except, remembering now - the lever hadn’t responded.
They were supposed to be fool-proof but anyone in the Garrison could tell you nothing was ever fool-proof. He’d been trapped in the spiraling falling ship and he’d very quickly hoped his twin would forgive him one day if today was the day he died. Accidents happened. Even when you weren’t out in the vacuum of space, they could still kill you. He’d focused on trying to find a soft place, sand hopefully instead of sheer wall, to try for a controlled crash.
The thing was, he didn’t remember that happening.
He just remembered one of the canyon walls coming up too fast and the first bone shuddering jerk and the sky had filled the cockpit -
He’d watch the entire control panel jump up to meet his face.
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royalty
day six of @shiroshipweek! Today’s prompt was royalty and I was kind of at a loss as to how to handle it. Until - well, this. Shiro and Lisa are sure they’re behaving and acting professionally on the mission. So why are aliens sure they’re in a relationship?
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“I’m not sure,” she finally couldn’t sort what was bothering her by herself anymore and offered it to him. Raised her eyes to meet his and for a second they both tossed aside what they were talking about to enjoy what they saw, smiles creeping, small and private, over both of their lips. And then the second was passed and Lisa’s lips were tipping rueful, aware of humor.
“Tell me what you said when you were explaining you weren’t royalty?”
“Right.” That part made his shoulders shift a little and her own came down in response, a pre-defending motion that never followed through, just bubbled up instinctive to his discomfort. He shook his head and gave her an embarrassed smile. Watched her face soften in sympathy.
“Just that flying the Black Lion didn’t make me a king. Or any kind of nobility. That Voltron is a team and while I lead it everyone is the same rank and equally important and powerful in their own right. Then I pointed them at the Princess as real royalty and pulled a retreat as soon as I could so that they’d focus on her talking about the Coalition instead of if they were treating me with enough diffidence.”
She made a sound, near silent exhale, laughter and commiseration at the same time and he, for the first time, let himself feel the humor of the situation too and chuckled, lowering his head to be closer to her so their shared, muted laughter was private and just for them. His arm moved but he remembered to plant it on the computer terminal next to her instead of hugging her. It still left her in the angle of his body and that was enough.
“They are very caught up in personal ranking,” she agreed.
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moon
last day for @shiroshipweek. The prompt was ‘moon’ so I figured I’d write something short and soft to bring us all safely back home again. You’d think that Shiro would only ever have eyes for the stars. You’d be wrong.
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There was something very lonely about a night sky without a moon in it, Shiro realized, looking up. He had never really realized it before, not with the front of his head. But each time they touched down on another planet, he would find himself searching alien night skies for their moon or moons. Sometimes those alien night skies dazzled him with their plethora of moons, near enough to take up half a sky, far enough to be little more than stars themselves, sometimes both, so that he could watch the moons dance against each other, crossing each other’s surface from his view on the surface as they wound their way past. There was something very comforting about looking up into the night sky and seeing companion moons there. Traveling through the huge empty void of black space with their planet, always a step ahead or a step behind but always there, nearby, just moments from appearing somewhere in view.
Alien skies without moons felt lonely, as if they were missing something vital, solitary planets wending their way through eternity. All alone in the night.
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supernatural
day two of @shiroshipweek has the prompt of supernatural and I thought I’d bring it a little closer to home. Sometimes lost opportunities, big and small, aren’t as lost as they seem. Professor Shirogane is finding that out.
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She approached him after class, waiting until the other student with their questions had finished and rushed off to their next course - or their afternoon nap. He didn’t recognize her, which was strange for him because he tried to familiarize himself with all his students’ faces. But she was long dark hair and deep dark eyes and skin so pale it looked like it had never seen the sun and he felt that he should be able to place her, felt the vague familiar sigh of her in his mind - but that same mind refused to tell him why or where he should recognize her from. She was about the right age for a new professor from her looks or even a student that had held themselves back a few years with other things, give or take perhaps a few years working on a masters or just exploring things in life outside of University courses. But he knew all the staff on campus. He gave her a friendly smile, willing to be friendly and helpful because that was his job as well as his nature, lost student or visiting observer alike.
She smiled back, something that started small and quiet and spread until it melted through her dark eyes with soft light - and he utterly forgot, for just that single moment, that he as a teacher now and impervious to student charms. His hand tightened on the strap of his bag and then went lax and, for just that second, he thought he smelled moonlight, sharp and icy and metal.
“You told the story as if you cared,” she said.
He felt himself flush internally, realized he felt proud, as if an opinion that mattered to him had just approved and gave an exhale laugh, almost silent, to shake off the feeling.
“They’re important, like Yuri Gagarin. They took the ultimate risk, put their lives on the line, so we could get a foothold on the way to the stars. The lost Moon Colony shouldn’t be forgotten.”
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