Rating: M (Graphic depictions of violence, Omegaverse, non-explicit allusions to past incidences of non-con elements such as rape, torture and experimentation, body horror. Please mind all the tags!)
Ships: Sheith, Allurance, Zaggar
Keith is the spoiled and bored heir of the last and only city left in the world. Zamyatin is a place of technological wonders, unbelievable luxury, and a rigid sexual caste system-it is the Omegas, the wealthy, intelligent, refined sexual dynamic, who is said to have saved the world from the foolishness of the alphas, that rule with an iron fist among the smooth skyscrapers. Meanwhile, the barbaric alphas, and the otherwise normal but still inferior betas, have become menial slaves, disposable lab rats, and helpless playthings for their superiors; they are on the whole confined to the darkness of the machine halls and the Underground. To step beyond what is expected of one’s dynamic is to court death or worse; true love between an alpha and Omega is considered unthinkable.
One day Keith unexpectedly finds himself face-to-face with an itinerant alpha preacher, whose kindness and pacifist methods belies the scar on his face, the snow-white hair on his head, and the prosthetic that has replaced his arm. Little does he know that this fateful meeting will trigger a conspiracy that will not only threaten him and this alpha, but the very future of what is left of humanity.
Omegaverse AU fusion with the 1927 film Metropolis.
Read on Ao3.
Art by Lys.
Apparently I couldn’t contain myself and made two different cover arts, both edited from original 1920s Metropolis paraphernalia. Choose your poison, I guess, and enjoy. XD
Here’s one of the pinch hits and final gifts of the @monstertronexchange! This gift is for @underderps, I went with your red riding hood au prompt, sorry it’s not modernized or a comic or anything, but I really enjoyed designing this for you!
Rating: M (mpreg, intersexuality, some medical terms and history, non-consensual drugging)
Ships: Sheith
Shiro had been feeling a bit off lately, so he very reluctantly went to the Atlas’ medical bay to figure out the problem. He does quickly figure out what it is that’s been ailing him, and while he is shocked and surprised, it’s a much better outcome than he anticipated.
It’s just too bad that Coran was the one in charge that day, because he and the other Alteans just told Keith he’s expecting—to die, that is.
For the Sheith Big Bang 2019.
Read on Ao3.
Art by Cinnabar.
Shoutout to @sheithbigbang for running the bang and also because blockquotes don't let me @ someone, I don't think. Whoops.
Rating: T (graphic violence and medical-related blood and gore)
Ships: Sheith
It had been three months since the battle for Earth’s freedom had finally ended, but the war isn't over.
The threat of Haggar is still ever-present, and there is no doubt that Earth is not out of the water yet.Still, no one expected an epidemic on such a level and ferocity to strike when and how it did. Even less people expected the bizarreness of the flowers blooming in everyone's lungs, or of the reason this epidemic began to begin with.But two things are certain to Keith. The first is that they have to cure this, and soon.
The second is the creeping fear that Shiro's sudden radio silence may not have been deliberate after all.
Behold, my attempt to make @neyasochi a fanart for her story “Make a Wish” for the Sheith Positivity Party. I realized, “oh wait, maybe using her Ask Me as an anonymous person is a stupid idea!” So here we go.
Title: Growing Pains
Author: papirini, writing as Genesister
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Word Count: ~10.4k
Rating: E (oral sex, masturbation, transformation)
Ships: Friends With Benefits Hance/Sheith
Hunk is unwittingly subjected to an ancient Galra experiment while he's planet-side, resulting in a change he isn't quite keen on. Luckily, Lance is a buddy and is willing to help Hunk out.
Title:The Lion and The Prince
Author: papirini, writing as Genesister
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Word Count: ~13k
Rating: T (body horror, cows being eaten)
Ships: Background Sheith
"Mother." I could imagine the anguish in his voice as he dropped to his knees in front of the throne where she sat. "I cannot leave the kingdom. A monstrous white beast, sleek as a snake, blocks my path - it's the Lindorm of rumor. He claims..."
No doubt her face went pale, and her hands shook as they grasped the arms of the throne, tight as chains. No doubt that he noticed, and that his heart sank at her reaction, even as his father - our father - questions what the matter is.
"Mother. Answer me truthfully: is he my twin?"
A adaptation of a tale about a noble prince, his beastly brother who desires a bride, and some cows.
My other entry for the Alternate Shiro Big Bang 2018.
I illustrated the fabulous story Life Review [T; Shiro & Kuron, implied Kuron/Keith and Shiro/Keith] by Genesister (@underderps) for the @alt-shiro-bb. Here they will melt lovingly into one another in some kind of super-Shiro amalgamation… I guess that’s a spoiler but whatever, read the story anyway! Because it’s great!!!
Title: Who You Gonna Call?
Author: papirini, writing as Genesister
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender/Ghostbusters
Word Count: ~25k
Rating: M/R (dead animal implied, violence, some body horror, major character death)
Ships: Background Sheith
Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane has a normal life - well, as normal as someone who went to Kerberos and came back with one arm could have. He retired and became a writer, and had been living at the apartment building at 550 Central Park West for the past two years. However, a group of 'paranormal detectives' unexpectedly crash his apartment, and Shiro finds his quiet life upended by the threat of a catastrophe that could destroy the world. Helping, however, will make him question everything about himself - perhaps even at the cost of his soul.
Yes, yes, I ship Sheith. It’s my primary Voltron ship, doesn’t mean I don’t ship other things. Still, it does mean I’ll probably have misguided people decided they need to tell me their colorful opinions about me and my shipping preferences and how I am #WorseThanSatan. I sadly expect it from the fandom. However, I am not unprepared.
So, here’s the deal. To those misguided individuals thinking of sending (ahem) less-than-civil discourses to me because of this (since this sadly seems to be something people spend their valuable time on for some reason), regardless of reason, feel free to send me your real-life home addresses alongside your unfounded and possibly borderline-illegal vitriolic outrage, so I may properly respond in kind.
Never fear, your information will be safe with me if you actually take me up on my offer. But fair is fair, and it’s only fair your words have real consequences. If you’re brave enough to send those words to me, you’re clearly brave enough to handle sparkles. Heck, even if you don't send me your real-life address, you can expect glitter. All the glitter in your inbox.
Recognize This As A Holy Gift by Lunarium, Art by Mosesins
60.4K words • M • Keith/Shiro, others • Choose not to warn (check the tags and Chapter 4′s warning)
Keith, a newcomer to a tiny town, has gaps in his memory. Just as he begins unpacking the cobwebbed boxes in his apartment, he gets visitations by a ghost who calls himself Shiro. His face is someone Keith recognizes, but he has never seen him before; his name sits heavy and familiar on Keith’s tongue although Keith is certain he had never known him.
But as Keith peels back the mysteries surrounding Takashi Shirogane, the voids of his memories begin to fill, threatening his basic understanding of himself, the world around him, and reality itself.
Content tags: Mystery, Thriller, Amnesia, Violence, Torture, Alternative Universe, Hurt/Comfort, Trans Keith, Trans Male Character, Dark, Sexual Content, Angst, Whump, Slow burn (of sorts), Eventual Happy Ending , Lost and Found, Government Conspiracy, Strange and Stranger Things, Ufology, Occult, Background Ships (Allurance, Thulaz, and Locxa), Fibonacci Numbers
My Sheith Big Bang! :D Art was done by the ever awesome @mosesins. This fic was inspired by Tool’s Lateralus album in the rearrangement of the “Holy Gift” so-called secret album (you can read more about it here, and listen to it as a playlist here!)
Also many MANY thanks to my awesome cheerleader and beta crew of @pyropelove413, @underderps, AtlasM, and @monarchmononoke! <3
Title: In The End, The Prince Dies
Author: papirini, writing as Genesister
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Word Count: ~40k
Rating: M/R (dead animals, some nudity, body horror)
Ships: Sheith
Read on Ao3.
Once upon a time, a creature was born under the watch of the beast they call the Goddess. He became the biggest, strongest, and fastest of all, earning the title of Prince. He lived for the Goddess, and he couldn’t think of a better life to have.
There were things the Prince did want, though. Things his Mother denied him. Most important of all, he wished for reprieve from the dream that foretold his death. But fate cannot be denied.
The Prince could only tremble as the Goddess sent him on a quest he couldn’t refuse – one to aid the creature destined to destroy him. A creature that stirred up emotions and thoughts he couldn’t explain.
And in the end – no matter what he tries to do – the Prince will die.
The first fic I was paired with for the @sheithbigbang, with @underderps! I was really excited and it’s one of the most poetic fics I’ve ever read, with beautiful imagery SO PLEASE READ IT ♥
The other piece I made for it is under the cut, since it’s a spoiler for the fic!
Title: In The End, The Prince Dies
Author: papirini, writing as Genesister
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Word Count: ~40k
Rating: M/R (dead animals, some nudity, body horror)
Ships: Sheith
Once upon a time, a creature was born under the watch of the beast they call the Goddess. He became the biggest, strongest, and fastest of all, earning the title of Prince. He lived for the Goddess, and he couldn’t think of a better life to have.
There were things the Prince did want, though. Things his Mother denied him. Most important of all, he wished for reprieve from the dream that foretold his death. But fate cannot be denied.
The Prince could only tremble as the Goddess sent him on a quest he couldn’t refuse – one to aid the creature destined to destroy him. A creature that stirred up emotions and thoughts he couldn’t explain.
And in the end – no matter what he tries to do – the Prince will die.
Title: Gifts
Author: papirini, writing as Genesister
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Word Count: ~10k
Rating: T/PG-13 (dead animals, some nudity)
Ships: Sheith
Keith receives gifts from an unexpected visitor. He tries to get to the bottom of who - or what - is leaving these dead animals on his doorstep, even as he struggles with his mother, his school, and his hero's new and unusual behavior.
For @tootsonnewts, for the VLD Creators Discord Flash Exchange. May as well finally break this fic account I made in.
“Shiro?”
“Yeah?”
“You think I did the right thing today?”
Shiro looked up at the younger man as he breathlessly asked the question. His brow was forming sweat, along with the rest of his body, as he sat on his knees astride Shiro’s thighs. Keith had just taken himself out of Shiro before then (eliciting a small whine from Shiro when he’d done so, high as he had been from the amazing orgasm that had just occurred), and was now looking down at him with concern. Shiro, for his part, blinked through the haze of love that was still clouding his mind.
“Hmm?” He was also panting and coated with sweat, even though he hadn’t been the one to do most of the work in the past five minutes. His voice was low and husky as he responded. “What do you mean, Keith?”
“…You know.” Keith’s face reddened. It was cute. “Punching that guy who asked you if your stump was an insert point?”
“Oh, right.” That got a chuffle out of Shiro. “That.”
There had been an alien who had come up to Shiro when they were planet-side that day. It had been, for lack of a better term, drunk, and it had been motioning towards Shiro’s right side. It had cozied up to him, slurring out a bunch of one-liners – or at least what Shiro believed were one-liners – before asking the ultimate question.
So, human, is your shorter limb designed for genital insertion? The creature had begun rubbing provocatively against his stump. Because I have genitals, you know…very adaptable ones at that…!
Before Shiro could open his mouth to protest, or even make any kind of action at all, a red blur had suddenly smashed right into the alien’s face, sending it a dozen feet in the other direction.
No. The red blur sharpened until it was Keith-shaped. Then it was standing right in front of Shiro in a protective stance as it spoke. Shiro is not for you to touch, period!
“You’re blushing again, Shiro.”
“Am I?” Even as he asked Shiro could feel the heat on his face. “Oh, I guess I am. Happens every time I think of that swell guy who’s managed to save me a half-dozen times over the past year.”
“I’m pretty sure I told you, though,” Keith leaned back inwards, until nose touched nose. “We saved each other.”
“Maybe.” Shiro melted into a small grin. “But I think in this case you were the one to still be the savior. Even if it wasn’t exactly from death.”
Keith’s mouth moved, meeting Shiro’s. Gently, Shiro brought up his remaining hand, cradling Keith’s jaw as he leaned into the kiss. Ah, there was Keith’s scar; feeling it, seeing it, knowing it was there still hurt. Even if it wasn’t him, even if it wasn’t a willing act, knowing the body he was in had done that still made the pit of Shiro’s stomach roil.
“Shiro?”
Shiro opened his eyes, staring at Keith’s eyes. Yes, there was a better view than that scar. He could see the glint of mischief creeping into his pupils. He could only imagine what Keith was thinking for what they were going to do next like this.
“So you want to see if my genitals could fit into your stump?”
A snort came from Shiro’s nose as he playfully swatted Keith.
“Behave, you.” He then brought Keith back into his chest. “Besides…I think you already fit in perfectly where you are, right now.”
There was a rumble from the other as he felt a tongue teasingly lick and roll around his right nipple. Inside of him, he could feel Keith start to get turned on again, and he let out a heavy breath as he wrapped his arm fully around Keith’s back.
Yes, Keith was perfect right where he was.
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