gaby have you finished iron flame yet. what did you think
Not yet! I got about 1/3 left to it, but then I got sidetracked by Stardew Valley and Spiritfarer. 😅 Hopefully I'll get time to finish it this week-end.
So far, I'm liking it, but I think I am in the same boat as you and liked Fourth Wing more? Still more of a dumpster fire than litterature, yet the kind that is still dumb entertaining brain candy. The writing feels way more rushed in this one, though, like the publisher was really pushing for that release date to get in big profits for the Holidays.
A little love for one of my favourite fics, how to be anything but alone by @maternalcube! The sequel, there's no night or day in space, is also brilliant. Thank you for writing this amazing series! <3
a friend of mine is looking for a beta for their voltron sheith fic! @maternalcube wrote a sequel to their amazing series black holes and revelations, which if you haven’t read yet, please hurry over and do. (This was one of the first sheith fics I read. <3) I believe the new fic is a little over 20k and for a fandom event, so should be posted in the next month or so...
If anybody is interested in offering their beta services to help a friend out, please reach out to @maternalcube directly :) thanks so much!
Rest by eugyne (AreteNike)
Rarepair: Keith/Matt/Shiro
Rated Teen and Up
Shiro and Matt's island getaway is interrupted first by the guy that stumbles out of a dimensional rift, and second by the demons that follow.
For the @voltronrarepairbang ! It’s been so much fun working on this art and getting to see this fic take off! Make sure you give @maternalcube some love for this great work! I hope you guys enjoy it! I know I did ouo
I hadn’t actually heard this song, but I thought it was going to be angst again and I side-eyed the screen so hard. It’s a really pretty song though. I think I took it a little too literally, maybe? Anyway, here goes.
Send me a song (and au if you want!) and I’ll write you a short shance fic.
I’ve got nothing left to live forGot no reason yet to dieBut when I’m standing in the gallowsI’ll be staring at the skyBecause no matter where they take meDeath I will surviveAnd I will never be forgottenWith you by my side
Shiro wonders how creepy it would be to say the words I would die for you and to mean them. Not even - maybe something closer to I want to die for you.
Because he does. He means it completely and he kind of wants to say it. Ever since the thought of it popped into his head, it’s all he could think about. Since then, ever since he’s been around him, it’s been harder and harder not to just blurt out.
Confessions are like that, he supposes, because this is a confession, of sorts. Or, well, it is, but it’s more than just I want to spend time with you, and even I love you. It’s just, Lance, when I die, I want it to be for you.
Okay, yeah that sounds a lot creepier.
He remembers waking up in the infirmary pod, everyone’s wary faces shifting to relief at seeing him awake again. He remembers the flashes of images that pressed against his eyelids as soon as he was conscious, remembers the memory of Lance’s firm muscles under his fingertips when he pushed him out of the way, remembers the sharp pain that went through his gut afterwards, black taking everything after that.
He remembers how Lance kept to the sidelines, doing a guilty shuffle, out of reach and out of way, keeping his eyes on Shiro up until the second Shiro turned to him, before he would be staring anywhere elsewhere. He remembers not being mad at what Lance was probably worried about, not irritated at him loosing focus in the middle of battle, but just that desperation to convey it was worth it. It would be worth everything and anything to keep you safe.
He remembers that it was sometime after he didn’t care about Voltron anymore, didn’t care that some people felt him a hero, didn’t care that he was actually saving the universe. It was sometime after he realized he wasn’t doing this for glory, or specifically to save others (as fucked up as that sounded, it wasn’t what he cared about), but just that he was already doing it. Sure, there was the whole only five certain people could control the lions and all of that, but…
He didn’t have any real passion for it.
But in that heated moment out on the field, in seeing those precious seconds before Lance would be harmed, he felt it. He felt the passion, the scorching fire of it drive him to shove Lance out of the way, mind actually calming about the fact that he was the one to be hurt instead.
A part of him that he should feel sick over, feel it to be twisted, but all he can do is feel apathy over it, thinks that if there’s anything he wants to do, any particular way he could choose to die, whether in fighting, blazing glory, or what else… he wants it to be in some way connected to Lance. Him, and his safety and emotional assurance.
It’s a weird way to find out he loved somebody. More than that - it was fucked up.
Now, lying in bed, a metal arm thrown over his face, he realizes everything about him’s a little screwed sideways anyway. Why’s it a surprise to him that the way he loves someone is too? It isn’t, really, if he thinks about it.
Still doesn’t mean he can tell Lance, though. He’ll be a very lucky man if the thought never leaves his mouth.
hdgdhfj for a prompt: keith dealing with an alp?? maybe??
asdfkjhdjdhf it took me so long to think of the scenario for this but!! I got it. Thanks for ur patience, my love!! and thanks for the prompt!!
I pull my comforter up around my ears and move to the far side of my bed to try and get away from the strange creature that is sitting on the chest of the boy I share a room with in the foster home. I don’t really like him, but he keeps having nightmares, the sounds of his moans and whimpers keeping me up at night. Not to mention the imp-like thing that I think is making him dream the way he does. I’m not suppose to be seeing things like this anymore. If I say I’m still seeing them, they’ll send me away to some nut house for being delusional. A ‘problem child’ that can’t be helped by the foster families they keep handing me over to.
The imp or whatever it is, chitters and clicks as it turns its head to one side like an owl, blinking widely at me. I scowl back at it, yanking my comforter down long enough to hiss at it to go away. It doesn’t so much as move, just blinks at me again with its creepy, wide eyes. I grit my teeth then and slowly push my comforter down, climbing out of bed to pad across the worn carpet.
“You have to go right now, or I’ll make you.” I warn it in a low hiss and the creature makes a weird sound that I think is a laugh. The sound makes me bristle and I growl at the creature again, apparently a little too loudly. Underneath the thing the boy stirs and in the dark blue light of the room I see his eye flutter open and he frowns when he notices me standing over him. My eyes flick from the man to the creature which laughs at me again, dancing a little jig on the boy’s chest which he doesn’t seem to notice, and then the creature leaps up and twists into the air and vanishes. I gape at the empty space it leaves behind and then the boy reaches up and grabs me by the front of my shirt, yanking me forward hard. “Hey-!”
“What the fuck are you doing?” The boy snaps at me. If I was a few years older, I probably would have decked him. As it stands, I’m not even a teenager yet so instead I panic and try to pull away from him and he shoves me back hard towards my bed. “Why are you always acting so weird?”
“I’m not-”
“You know everyone thinks your crazy, right? You’re gonna get locked up if you’re not careful.” The boy spits and I shrink in on myself, gritting my teeth. I’m not supposed to be getting into any more fights, either.
“I’m not crazy.” I snap, despite knowing better. The boy snorts and yanks his comforter back up over him, flopping down onto his bed heavily.
“Whatever. I hope they send you away soon.”
When the imp comes back the following night, I roll over onto my side and ignore it.
