Reading Challenge 9/10/17
Fanfiction 1: Paradise City (Please Take Me Home) by Mytay (Part Five of Trouble’s Making Everything All Right)
Read: Full one-shot, 23294 words (47% of goal)
Favorite Passage: “So as long as Lance and Keith got a ship past those shields, they were free. Free to find a port on a new planet. Find a way to contact the Castle. But those were vague concepts that meant nothing until they landed on another world and actually saw what they were dealing with. Keith felt oddly … unsettled about it. He knew this place. He knew how it worked. He knew the people. The idea of starting from scratch …”
Fanfiction 2: Heaven Above You (Blood Off Your Hands) by Mytay (Part Six of Trouble’s Making Everything All Right)
Read: Full one-shot, 10219 words (20% of goal)
Favorite Passage: “The shot wasn’t loud … but for Keith, that pistol blast split the night.”
Fanfiction 3: Short Change Heroes (Watch You Bleed) by Mytay (Part Seven of Trouble’s Making Everything All Right)
Read: Ch1-3 (end), 92913 words (186% of goal)
Favorite Passage: “The fragments left of him after all of this … they didn’t fit here. They fit there, except there was gone. But he had Lance. And this Castle had been home once. Keith knew how to make a space for himself wherever he ended up. He and Lance, they’d done what they set out to do, and now they just … had to see what they could salvage after everything.
Maybe it wouldn’t be much. But there was room to breathe, to fashion a life out here, whatever that might entail — pain, usually, but he could cope with that. He and Lance, they were nigh on indestructible at this point. They’d broken just enough to slot into place on that unforgiving world, and they could break again to fit in this pristine Castle once more.
He left the rest of his clothes on the floor, nearly tripping over Lance’s pile as he closed the bathroom door behind him. Lance beckoned him into the steaming shower, and Keith stepped over the lip of the bathtub, into Lance’s arms, and imagined that everything was washing away beneath their hands, though the scars were deeply entrenched, beyond their skin.
Home, Keith told himself. This is home.
And tomorrow, he might actually believe it.”
