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For my fellow Shidge shippers

This is a drabble of sorts of my take on the Mulan!Shidge hc...hope you like it

It’s 2196 words, and I did this instead of homework 

Princess Allura stood looking at the Star Bowl in her palace’s observatory. Her advisor, Coran, stood a short distance behind her.

“What are we to do?” She murmured, on hand holding her chin up, the other functioning as a resting spot for the other elbow.

“Princess?” Coran asked, stepping closer.

“Zarkon and the Galra are going to attack soon, and we have no paladins, no people to form Voltron and protect us. What are we to do?”

Coran cleared his throat and she turned to look at him.

“We do have one candidate, at least, for the position of Black Lion.”

Allura nodded, beginning to pace.

“Yes, the Captain. He was held by the Galra for quite some time, and is the first to have ever escaped alive, rescuing his team as well.”

“Exactly! We just put him in contact with some new recruits and hope the magic of the Lions is present and he chooses a team that will form Voltron!”

Allura stopped and looked at him.

“Coran, that’s brilliant! Send out the order right away—one child from every family within the Garrison village is to report for mandatory training, led by Captain Shirogane!”

 Katie Holt was nowhere to be found. Her brother, Matt, and his best friend, Shiro, were supposed to be finding her to join the family for dinner but the past half hour had yielded no results. Matt stopped in the middle of the courtyard they had crossed at least ten times and sighed.

“For a genius and Captain, we sure are doing a fine job.”

Shiro snorted, smiling at his friend.

“You know that neither of us are a match for Katie. Besides, she probably just fell asleep somewhere neither of us can reach.”

Matt laughed and they continued their search together. Three years ago, Matt, as the older twin, had accompanied Shirogane Takashi and his father Samuel Holt on a reconnaissance mission in Galra territory. Everything that could have gone wrong did, and more, and for over a year the three were held captive by the evil Galra. Now, having escaped, Shiro lived with the Holt family while waiting for orders. Sam and Matt were both still on medical leave, and Katie and Ava holt had welcomed the men back with tears and scolding words.

In the past two years Shiro had become an integral part of the Holt family life, and he and Katie—despite their five year age difference—had bonded in ways Matt could never hope or want to. Katie didn’t know it, but dinner that night was going to have a surprise other than desert.

“Katie!” He hollered, standing in the stables with Matt. The younger man was checking each individual stall while he was supposed to be looking at the rafters. Subtle shifting from above made him suspicious, and in moments he had scaled the ladder up to the lofts. He smiled, relief in his heart, when he saw Katie curled up in a ball amongst the straw and hay. A mother cat and her new born kittens lay in a box obviously hand made by the youngest Holt herself. As Shiro moved closer, the cat hissed at him.

“I’m not here for you kittens, little one,” he murmured gently. He placed one hand on Katie’s shoulder and rubbed his thumb.

“I’m here for this kitten.”

When Katie didn’t wake, even to his softly calling her name and slight shaking, he sighed. Shiro stood and walked back to the edge of the loft. Matt looked up at him, arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. Shiro grimaced and shrugged.

“I’ll have to carry her in; maybe tonight’s surprise will just have to wait.”

Matt shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“Nah, bring her down. I’ll wake her up.”

 With a few scratches the only sign of the struggle that was waking his sister up, Matt sat proudly at the dinner table. Samuel Holt’s bandages were clean and stark against his grey robes, but overall the man looked marginally better than he had even that morning. There was a twinkle in his eye that was reflected in Matt’s eyes as well, to his right, and was mimicked in Ava Holt’s eyes to his right. Katie, seated next to her mother and across from Shiro, didn’t notice as she only had eyes for the man who had been courting her for just a few months now.

As the family piled their plates at the empty end of the table, Sam gave Shiro a loaded look. Shiro swallowed roughly, and wiped his mouth with his napkin again. He stood up, pushing his chair out with a loud scrape that had him cringing, and walked around the table to stand next to Katie.

“What is it, Shiro?”

She glanced between her father and Shiro, confusion coloring her face.

The man lowered himself carefully to both knees, grabbing her hands in his. He searched her eyes, silver to amber, and started to smile. Katie began to blush under the scrutiny but didn’t say anything, her heart racing faster than it ever had before.

“Katherine Holt, with your family’s permission, I have a very important question for you. These past few years you and I have grown close, closer than I thought I could ever get with anyone again, and I had a realization recently. I love you.”

He paused, and figured that the tears starting to appear in her eyes were good tears.

“I love you with every fiber of my being. Will you, Katie, do me the honor of—”

“Yes!” She shouted, falling out of her seat and into his arms.

“Yes, a thousand times yes! I love you too Shiro,” she said, kissing his face.

Matt had laughed at his sister’s eagerness, and smiled sadly. Ava was crying silent tears, and held her husband’s hand tightly. He was grinning, and for that moment all was right in the world.

  The next morning, the joy and excitement of the household—there was to be a wedding soon!—quickly died with the appearance of a messenger straight from the Castle of Lions.

“Captain Shirogane Takashi! Commander Samuel Holt! Lieutenant Matthew Holt! The princess of our land needs presence at the Castle of Lions in a fortnight for urgent business concerning the Galra threat!”

Katie’s heart constricted with too many emotions—fear, for his fiancé of a day, her brother and father still healing, rage at this princess who commanded people’s lives without thought of the consequence, anger at the Galra for existing. Shiro kept his hand on her waist where he stood by her side.

“The Commander and Lieutenant are still physically unfit for duty, messenger. Tell the princess that she shall have her captain in a fortnight, and no sooner.”

With that, the messenger left them, the poor horse it rode upon visibly worn out. Katie turned to Shiro, looking up at him with desperate wide eyes.

“You can’t, you can’t be serious. Leaving, now?”

Shiro sighed and put his hands on her shoulders.

“I’m so sorry, Katie. But I can’t not do my duty; Princess Allura needs me and no one knows Galra tactics better than me.”

Katie looked away, off to the side. Shiro closed his eyes, thinking she was trying not to cry. In reality, the young woman was hiding the anger and jealousy she knew was evident on her face.

“I have to pack, and get things in order,” he said softly and walked away, leaving Katie standing there.

 A fortnight came and went and Shiro was gone, traveling on his own to the Castle of Lions. His chest constricted and he coughed in an attempt to clear the pain away. Katie had refused to be there to show him off with the rest of her family, and he could only hope that after this war they would still get married. Her intelligence that rivaled—and quite possibly surpassed—both her father and brother’s, her compassion, her wit and sass, were all just some of the qualities that endeared her to him.

So it was with trepidation that Captain Shirogane faced his assignment. It was not what he expected: training? New recruits? But he did not complain. It meant that he would be safer for a longer time. He ordered his subordinate to have all the recruits line up, all ten of them, for introductions. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Some white strands fell into his face and he paused. Katie loved to play with that part of his hair, constantly experimenting to see if there was a reason behind the color change other than the assumed magic the Galra had used during their torture.

Shiro shook his head and left his tent, walking to stand in front of the line of bickering soldiers. None looked too experienced, and most were young—Katie and Matt’s age. He mentally kicked himself again and focused.

“Attention!” He shouted, not too loudly. Eventually the group quieted and stood at what they thought was attention.

“You are not here to play around,” he said, starting to pace back and forth in front of them. “The Galra threat is a very real one—trust me, I would know. At the end of this training five of you will have been chosen to form the ultimate team, the legendary Voltron. Until then, you are under my command. It is my job to make sure you not only survive the Galra, but the joining of Voltron.”

He paused, thinking he saw Matt out of the corner of his eye. He turned to face the look-alike and felt his heart stop. Katie was staring back at him, fierce and somewhat afraid. He blew out a heavy breath of air and closed his eyes, facing the sky, saying a prayer for patience.

“Sound off! Name and age.”

The first six were regular people, names he didn’t recognize for better or for worse, and stood more or less with good posture. Then he reached someone he knew.

“Keith, 20.”

Shiro nodded at the younger man—they had grown up in neighboring villages.

“Lance, 20.”

He watched the way Lance seemed to glare at Keith and wondered what that was about.

“Um, Hunk, 21.”

He nodded at the man. And then he turned his stare on Katie, and wondered what name she would give.

“Pidge, 19.” Without blinking an eye, she lied about her name. He narrowed his eyes at her before turning to face the rest of the group.

“Alright men. Fall out—get your gear together and come back here. I will assign you each a partner for the remainder of the training.”

Everyone started to disperse, but before he could grab her arm Katie had run off.

 When they were lined up again, in the same order, Shiro took a second to thought. He paired off everyone—in a split second decision he put Lance and Hunk in the same tent, and Keith with Pidge. As the pairs set up their tents and personalized the spaces, he entered Keith and Katie’s tent.

“Keith,” he said, nodding at the young man who paused in his movements.

“Do you mind if I have a private word with Pidge here?”

“No, not at all Shiro.” And with that Keith walked out. Shiro watched him go and heard Katie fidgeting next to him.

“H-hey Shiro, how are you doing?”

Once he was satisfied that they were alone, he whirled around. His gentle hands cupped her face and he pulled her in for a kiss. They had locked lips more than once before, before and after their engagement, but Shiro had never so passionately stolen Katie’s air before. When he finally released her, his hands drifting down her arms to hold her hands, Katie still had a somewhat dazed expression on her face.

“Did you honestly think I wouldn’t recognize my own fiancé? The woman I want to someday marry?” He murmured, not sure whether to be proud and happy she was here, or angry and worried at the predicament they now faced.

“No, I…I just couldn’t let Matt come without sending someone in his place, and I had to be close to you. I have to do my part now to fight the Galra.”

Shiro took a small step back and sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I won’t go easy on you,” he said. Katie glared up at him.

“I wouldn’t expect or want you to.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“We can’t be seen together like just now, even if Keith knows.”

Katie opened her mouth but stopped.

“Keith knows?” She asked.

“Not yet, but I will be telling him. Before I met Matt, Keith was like the younger brother I never had—I trust him with my life, and yours now as well. That means trusting him with your secret too.”

Katie huffed and felt her cheeks begin to burn.

“I hadn’t even thought of that.”

Shiro groaned and rubbed a hand over his face.

“You will be the death of me,” he whispered.

Katie grinned up at him and Shiro couldn’t help himself smiling back, just a little.

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10 Kissing Prompts-Shidge

I reblogged a prompt/ask thing for 10 different types of kisses the other day and took screenshots on my phone. For myself (and now all of you) I wrote a drabble of each for Shiro/Pidge. This is an unpolished future AU of mine where Katie Holt was 15 years old when her father and brother left on the Kerberos mission, and on her 16th birthday they saw the news that the ship had gone down (it’s not addressed in the drabbles but is here for your info). Fast forward a little more than 6ish years from then, and Shiro (28) and Katie (22) have finally acted on their feelings for each other.

Drabbles 1-5 are set a while after 6-10, but I’m going to post them in separate installments, so it’ll make sense. Enjoy!

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6-Empty Kiss

The battle had…not gone well, to say the least. Pidge was still in shock, sitting on the steps outside of the healing pod their leader had wound up in. Her thoughts were obviously elsewhere as she took apart and put back together a simple Altean comms device. Hunk and Lance and Coran had done their best to pull the youngest away, to at least get her to eat something, but to no avail. Allura had seemed to understand and merely rested a hand on Pidge’s shoulder for a few minutes before seeing to repairs herself. At one point, Keith sat next to Pidge, not touching her and not talking, just watching the sleeping Black Paladin as his injuries healed.

It had been estimated that the entire healing process would last up to 8 hours, and so it was understandable that after her 7 hours of vigil Pidge was not expecting Shiro himself to be crouched in front of her. She shook herself mentally, telling herself that it was a dream, a hallucination, and that he wasn’t done yet, he wasn’t smiling softly at her.

“Katie,” he said, his expression shifting from one of basic happiness to worry. He reached out, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Katie,” he said, his voice sharper and louder. Pidge still refused to believe it was him and shook her head.

“No, it’s not real—you’re still in the pod.”

Shiro took a deep breath, leaning back on his heels, and drew his hand back. Something calculating appeared in his eyes and before Pidge could wonder if she was wrong (and considerably more tired than she thought) he was kissing her. It was quick, unpassionate, and he pressed another two kisses of the same against her unmoving lips.

As he pulled away the last time, Coran and Hunk walked in together. Their loud exclamations of joy had Shiro pulling even further away, and Pidge jumped at the loss of contact. She could feel where his lips had pressed against hers, not unlike when he had kissed her for the first time the week before, and put a hand over her mouth. Her face slowly increased in its red tint and her mind raced faster than even she could keep up with.

She sneaked out of the healing room and almost broke into a sprint when she ran into Allura: the princess had a too-knowing gleam in her eye.

7-Unbreakable Kiss

It was late, and everyone else was in bed. Like they should be. But Katie didn’t care, especially as Shiro’s mouth took a break from hers and moved along her neck, sucking and nibbling at all the wrong—all the right—places. Katie tried to focus on breathing and where her hands rested on his shoulders and his held her hips as his body rocked against hers but couldn’t. his mouth found its way to just beneath her ear, right where her jaw started to protrude, and she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her throat.

He chuckled, pulling back some, and through heavy-lidded eyes she looked up at him. His eyes had a similar glaze of lust to them, but were also wide and clear in ways she knew hers were not. She swallowed and tried to get enough air in her lungs to speak.

“Shiro,” she said. Her voice croaked a little before she tried again.

“Shiro, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

He pulled back now, fully, and Pidge thought it was for the better.

“Alright. We won’t, but you have to do me one thing.”

Katie raised an eyebrow at him, feeling a little cold at how quickly he accepted her words.

“What’s that?” She asked, suspicious. Shiro grinned and leaned in close again, keeping his hands to himself this time.

“Say my name.”

Katie opened her mouth but no sound came out.

“What?” She asked.

“Say my name,” he repeated, that mischievous glint that so rarely appeared present now.

“Shiro,” she said, smirking at him.

Shiro shook his head, pressing his body backed against her this time. Katie shifted so she was a little taller, a little further on her tip-toes.

“My first name,” he said in a low voice.

Katie took a deep breath and stared him down as she spoke.

“Takashi.”

She had barely gotten the whole thing out before he was kissing her again and this time Katie made absolutely no attempt to stop him. His mouth, and hands, were very…persuasive. They did eventually pull away and talk and kiss some more and talk some more before going to their separate rooms, but not for a very long while.

8-Breathtaking Kiss

The two of them had been more or less dating in secret for a few weeks now. When Katie thought of it she giggled, knowing that the strange looks Lance was giving her when she did were well-warranted. Pidge never giggled, but Katie did, and Lance didn’t know how to tell the difference. Shiro did, however, and he was not a fan of keeping their relationship a secret. The whole charade ended right before a recon mission, though, on which she and Keith were being sent to infiltrate a huge base that they had been casing with the Blade of Marmora for almost a year. Pidge had just made a wisecrack to Lance about not breaking anything when she turned around to find their leader standing very close to her.

“Shiro?” She asked, cautious. He held one of her hands in his own, and put the other hand—the metal hand—in the small of her back.

Before she knew what was happening he was kissing her and Keith was shaking his head while Hunk stuttered at Coran who yelled at Lance who screamed at Keith who glanced at Allura. It seemed the princess had known, or at least guessed, what was going on between the two.

Katie didn’t pay attention to any of that though because as Shiro kissed her—was that tongue? It was—he pulled her closer and she lost track of where and when. Even when he pulled away she was still a little dazed, putting out a hand to hold onto his arm so as to steady herself. She glared up at him, rubbing her lips.

“What was that for?” She mumbled, ignoring Lance’s screeches that were quickly turning into hyperventilation.

“For luck,” he said simply.

Katie felt her cheeks grow hot and turned to see Keith staring at her before he shook his head again.

9-Distracting Kiss

Shiro was pouring over notes upon notes on things that nobody cared about and wasn’t paying Pidge any attention. She groaned, without a project to work on for once, and flopping into his lap. He simply rearranged just enough that he could still read with resting his elbows on her body. Pidge tried to flick his nose but he pulled back.

When she tried a second time, he held her hand with one of his. She made a face and pulled it out of his grasp. She turned over so that she was facing his stomach and it was a few minutes later that an idea came to her. She got off of his lap and waited for him to rearrange again before beginning.

She started with a small kiss to his shoulder, barely felt through the fabric of his now-iconic shirt. She repeated it before moving further up, pressing a little more risqué kiss against the base of his neck. He shifted, slightly, and she continued. The kisses grew in frequency as she moved further until he was most definitely no longer reading and focused on receiving her little showers of affection.

When Katie eventually pulled back, it was with a grin. She was met with a searing kiss that didn’t last nearly long enough before she was gently pushed off the couch onto the floor.

Shiro laughed at her squeak of indignation and prepared to fight back a second time.

10-Quick, Goodbye Kiss

It was a small thing, done often enough in passing. Their duties as the Black and Green paladins respectively did not come after their commitment to each other. Rather, it was the other way around. Yes, Pidge found herself sleeping and eating more, and spending time with the others more, but she still often had projects that caused her to work for days on end without rest. Shiro was just as stressed, leading the paladins and Voltron, and often being looked to by both Allura and the Blade of Marmora.

Sometimes, it was just a peck as one entered a room the other was leaving. Sometimes it was a little more urgent, a promise of time together later, before walking down separate hallways on a Galra battleship or in the halls of the Castle of Lions.

Shiro loved the little moments, as small as they were, when Pidge—Katie—let him kiss her like it was an incomplete goodbye, a small see you later.

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