#khairo

THEY REALLY ARE AND THEIR NEW DESIGNS ARE SUPERIOR 😭😭

Title: Unmoored Author: Aurum Artists: @leonineheroes Pairing: Shiro/Kharion (original Galra) Rating: Mature Tags: Depictions of violence, emotional hurt/comfort, AU canon divergent, Original Character

Start at the Beginning | Ch 2

Link to the Art (coming soon!)

Summary:  

After escaping the Empire a second time, Shiro finds himself stranded in a stolen fighter with no way to survive. But Shiro's good at everything but dying. When he finds himself on the trade ship Stymphalion, its captain, a half-Galra by the name of Kharion, grudgingly agrees to provide him safe passage. For the first time since he left Earth he's not Champion or Black Paladin or even ace pilot Takashi Shirogane; he's just another crew member. In anonymity, he’ll discover who he is when all of his titles are stripped away. On the journey, he'll find his hardest taskmaster yet. And in Kharion, he'll find a kindred spirit.

Shiro may be drifting, but one way or another, he'll find his way home.

Now that he isn’t surrounded by chaos and voices, he really takes a look. The purple hues of his visible skin and fur immediately scream Galra to him, and Shiro’s nails dig into his left palm. His right hand starts to make the space underneath the blanket so much warmer.

The alien raises a brow. “You’d fight me?” he asks, tone somewhere between amused and exasperated. “I have saved your skin twice now, little shipwreck, and yet you would consider raising a hand to me.”

“Saving me from something terrible doesn’t mean you’re an ally,” Shiro replies.

“Point taken. But striking first and asking questions after will not earn you any favors either.”

“What do I have to gain by earning your favor? And after the last guy, how do I know it’s a bargain I’d even want to make?”

Hey I don’t post enough of these dorks

Khairo walked down the aisle of shelves placing the new arrivals in their proper places.  He inhaled the wonderful smell of new books and hummed happily to himself.  Khairo had been working his whole life to be able to run his own shop and he'd finally made it work.

*brring*  the little bell above the door rung as a new customer entered.