#and the firekeeper got angry :)

[fluffypichu876]

my sekiro player brain immediately went "SHIT IS THAT DIVINE CONFETTI?????" here xD

[readingrobin]

Mid-Year Book Freakout 2023

I was tagged by @the-forest-library. Thanks for the tag. Gives me a chance to do a bit of reflecting.

1. Best book you’ve read so far this year

The Scapegracers. It's so weird that I felt like I read this book so long ago but it was just in March. Angry queer witch vibes continue to have a big hold on me and I really need to get around reading The Scratch Daughters.

2. Best sequel you’ve read so far this year

Seeing as I've only read two sequels this year so far and one was the most disappointing continuation I think I've ever read, I think Bloodmarked is a clear winner. It's odd to see how contentious this book was among the fans, since I enjoyed it just fine. But hey that's just me.

3. New release you haven’t read yet

Probably Mysteries of Thorn Manor by Margaret Rogerson. I really want to go back to the world within Sorcery of Thorns and I'm glad that it's just a novella so I don't have to worry about too much of a time commitment. I want to see the good meow meow demon boy Silas again.

4. Most anticipated release for the second half of the year

Oooo, The Spirit Bares its Teeth by Andrew Joseph White. I absolutely loved Hell Followed With Us, especially how raw it is. I'm so excited to see how Andrew pulls off a ghost story when he has such a great way of writing uncomfortable and disturbing material.

5. Biggest disappointment

Ugh, absolutely West by Edith Pattou, the sequel to East. I don't want to be mean, but I don't think this book really needed to exist. After 15 years, a sequel to a fairy tale retelling that retreads the plot of the original has a difficult time of being interesting or engaging to the people that really fell in love with the original. If you want to see me get into specifics, it's in my review on Storygraph.

6. Biggest surprise

I think just the fact that one of the books I read, Strange Grace by Tessa Gratton, had a polyamorous triad that really felt organic and believable. I genuinely think these three people all love each other, which is rare enough in YA between just two people. I'm always behind choosing throuples over dumb love triangles.

7. Favorite new author (debut or new to you)

Angela Carter for sure. Also, T. Kingfisher.

8. Newest fictional crush/newest favorite character

Valec from Bloodmarked is easily at the top of that list. Sissix from The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet was real cool as well.

9. Book that made you cry

Haven't really been reading too emotional of stories, so I don't think I have an answer right now. There've been emotions sure, but nothing really sobworthy. Firekeeper's Daughter got me close though.

10. Book that made you happy

Spider-Punk: Battle of the Banned mainly because it's feeding into my current Spider Punk obsession and the art is so lively and amazing.

11. Favorite Adaptation

Angela Carter's The Bloody Chamber is absolutely fundamental for anyone that loves fairy tale retellings. They feel so dangerous, sensual, but also mature and exploratory. Sometimes it feels like the retellings are somehow the stories' coming of age tales.

12. Prettiest Cover

The Kingdom of Back by Maire Lu, hands down.

13. A book you need to read before the end of the year

Still slowly, but surely chugging along through Les Miserables. Hugo goes on tangents like you wouldn't believe, not just about the Parisian sewer system

Not going to be tagging anyone this round, just do it if you feel like it!

[dontfeartheshrinker]

Wet - Hunter/Lula

Many people were surprised to learn that despite her affinity for fire and all things warm, she did not despise the wet. Just moments ago, she had discovered the waterfall in the forest. The water had fallen in milky blue strands, shooting spray in the air that danced in rainbows of gold, pink, and blue. The Lagune at its feet was shallow, so shallow that it did not even reached Tallulah’s knees at its deepest spot. But rest assured, she had found equal pleasure in standing underneath and letting the stream split in two where it made contact with her head. One, two, three minutes passed. All remained peaceful until she found back to the main campus. Of course, she had not discarded her clothes in the process. It was such a summery day and she had not wanted to be exposed in front of so many, that this had appeared to be the natural choice. The guards seemed to think differently. Tallulah listened to him as was explained to her how she could not so carelessly wet the school grounds and spread the mud with her dirty feet and how this behaviour went against her duties as a slave and- And perhaps she would have gotten into more trouble had Dr. Morrigan not shown up to take her away.

“People are so stuck up here…”, Tallulah frowned in the relative safety that the four walls of his office provided. With still no sign of regret, the brunette discarded her dress on the floor. Her clothes had dried to an extent, enough at least not to leave a puddle on the floor she was standing on. “They told me I could do as I pleased in my free time. I don’t understand why he was so angry at me. It’s just water!” Her hair appeared slick still. Water droplets occasionally broke away from the ends and trailed down her skin in irregular patterns. To the observant eye, their paths highlighted her neckline, her collarbone, her breasts, and her belly in a subtle but almost artistic manner. Tallulah turned to face the man. It was a good thing he had come, she thought, she much rather spent time with him than be alone in the cells again. Her fingers fidgeted with the hook-and-eye closure of her bra she still found too complex and rather uncomfortable to manage. “Would you mind giving me a hand?”, she gave up eventually. “I should stop wearing them. They make no sense”

“I believe the majority of the source of his irritation is the fact that you are not following the current dress code.  Though it is generally considered polite not to muddy the halls,”  Hunter commented with a small laugh as they walked over to where they kept a few bottles of expensive whiskey and poured two glasses.  Turning around Hunter watched as Tallulah stripped, head tipping slightly to the side while her back was to them.  They had initially decided to slowly ease her further along their plan but it seemed as though circumstances were providing them the opportunity to tie her closer to them.  Shifting so that there was no obvious sign of their impending arousal, Hunter smiled at her as she turned.  “I should have warned you about the dress code when you got here, it honestly slipped my mind.”  At her request Hunter nodded, walking over and handing the girl a drink.  “Here drink this, it’ll help calm your nerves.”  Moving around behind Tallulah, Hunter lightly trailed their fingers up along her arms before sliding them in along her shoulder blades.  “That is your choice, though I believe the lack of support may end up hurting you in the end.”  Deft fingers unfastened the clasps, the lightest touch grazing her skin as they moved their hands up to slip the straps off her shoulders.

@firekeeper--lula​

[fromheartbreakhotel]

Review #4

This reveiw is for Firekeeper’s Daughter by Angeline Boulley

Overall rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5

Disclaimer: This book contains several sensitive topics. Please have a look at the trigger warnings before you read it. You can find this info in a lot of Goodreads reviews or you can message me. 

Half white, half Native Daunis has always felt outside of her communities. But when she witnesses the murder of her best friend shortly after the suspicious death of her uncle, she is thrown into the heart of an FBI investigation. She has to push boundaries, betray her morals by dating the new hockey team member, and question everyone around her. As bodies start to pile up, Daunis learns just how much her community means to her, and her to them. Her world tears apart the deeper into the investigation she goes, but she grows ever stronger as she builds it back together. 

I picked up this book for no reason other than it’s beautiful cover, and I am so glad I did. I learned so much about Native American -specifically Anishinaabe- culture, history and struggles. The author handled teaching with grace and without over explaining. This small feat made the book all the more engaging. I also got to read a story that was enjoyable and kept me on me toes. 

I fell more in love with Daunis as the book went on. At the beginning, she was very much in the “I’m not like other girls” category, but she grew a lot from start to finish and I think I did too. Given this is a debut novel, I think the Boulley done an exceptional job of creating believable, likeable characters who were also flawed. Not only Daunis, but Jamie, Levi, Teddie, and all the Elders too. You know the saying “bad things come in 3’s”? Well for Daunis they come by the dozen. By the end of the book, I think I would’ve went to jail to protect her from anymore harm. 

The story was a littttttle predictable. But in a way that, when it turned out my predictions were right, I was still shocked anyway. There were numerous “I fucking KNEW it” moments while reading that were both satisfactory yet still jarring. The storytelling is great. It’s emotional and makes you angry. To know these are the issues facing Native American tribes today is shocking but I’m grateful that I am no longer ignorant to it. I was even on board with the hetero (🤢) couple. That’s how good this book is.

I deducted .5 star from this just because it was a little predictable and because I felt like Daunis’ mum did absolutely nothing but cry from the first to last page. I get there was trauma after trauma here, but she could’ve used a touch more development. Otherwise, I really loved this book and I’m sure anyone who reads it will too.

[rococospade]

a snippet from that dark souls 3 fic I’m definitely not working on:

”Patches!” A bright voice said from behind them. It was none other than the Firekeeper, Laurence. Ascelin didn’t think he’d ever seen the man leave the ground floor of the shrine.

Patches went stiff with shock.

Ascelin moved and looked behind them, then moved out of Laurence’s way. Anastas scrambled to join him. Whatever had got Laurence to leave the ground floor, Ascelin wasn’t interested in getting in his way.

The firekeeper was smiling and, blind or not, had his gaze trained square on the bastard thief. “There you are! I haven’t seen you since you locked me in that fucking tower.”

Patches blanched. “Laurence! I, ah, you’re… alive…”

“Hmmm~” Laurence strode forward, sparks throwing off his fingers. “Yes, I am. I had no idea the same could be said about you!” He raised a hand, smiled prettily, and purred, “I missed you, Patches… but I won’t miss twice.”

Patches started to back up, and swung his head to look for an exit. He must have been rather unhappy to see the crestfallen warrior jogging up the stairs with his scythe in hand.

Gehrman spotted him almost at the time as Patches realised he was caught, and snarled, “You.”

Patches blanched. Cornered between an angry pyromancer and a furious warrior, he made the questionable (but painfully understandable) decision to run to the edge of the balcony and jump. Ascelin leaned over the edge to watch.

They heard the noise of him landing, a startled yelp.

The noise Anastas made was concerning. It sounded satisfied. Ascelin was pretty sure clerics weren’t supposed to sound like that about people running for their lives. The kid sure could hold a grudge.

Gehrman cursed and turned to race back downstairs. Laurence hissed under his breath.

“Don’t kill him! I want to have words with the bastard!”

From below, he heard the gentle knight go, “What’s happening? What has he done?”

And then the warrior snapped, “He tried to kill Laurence!”

“He what?!”

Ascelin decided he was not involved with any of that, and didn’t want to be, and went back to reorganising his bag. “Anya,” he said, examining the contents, “What do you think about visiting Irithyll? It sounds good, right?”

Anastas snorted. “Sure. We can go to Irithyll. After I watch them beat Patches within an inch of his life.”

Ascelin stared at him. “Still mad about the giants, huh.”

Anastas’s fists clenched. “And the firekeeper tower. And the flagrant lying. And him tripping me.”

“Ah… well, as you like.”

[feyre-archerons-scrapbook]

Endless Autumn - Lucien x sweetheart chapter 4

Part 3 of my interpretation of the story of Lucien and his doomed sweetheart.

We know Lucien first and foremost as Tamlin’s closest friend, and emmisary to the Spring Court. We know that he had a lover who was taken from him, but we don’t know much else. This is my interpretation of Lucien’s life in the Autumn Court, surrounded by his brothers and High Lord father, and the female who set his heart ablaze.

Previous chapters:

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3

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I haven’t got my hands on ACOWAR yet, so this story is not influenced by any new knowledge about Lucien, the Autumn Court, or his lost love. Once again thanks to @rhysand-vs-tamlin for being my beta reader.

Being with Thea was my everything, my soul made whole. Her cool breath on my warm skin a balm, my fingertips dancing along the curves of her body mesmerising. Without her I was nothing. With her, loving her, I had finally found my purpose in this long, long life.

I awoke quite early, to the sound of birds signing sweet melodies in the trees outside the windows, the autumn sunshine streaming in, warming the room. I held her in my arms - the heat of her body against mine - and sighed.

That sunlight glistened on her bare shoulder, almost sparkling as it awakened the pearlescent greens, blues and purples running under her skin. The most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I buried a hand behind my head, my eyes flitting from one detail of the room to the next, but always returning to the crumpled sheets on which we lay.

I could still hear her, feel her, taste her on my tongue. Last night was possibly the first time I’d really, truly made love to a female. I’d meant every word I’d whispered in her ear, every caress my own small way of treasuring her, and I would look forward to those feelings again and again.  

I released another sigh – a sigh of contentment, of love – and watched her as she slept peacefully.

The room was large, the furniture simple, yet comfortable; an overstuffed leather chair, a wall filled with shelves that overflowed with books. Warm earth tones and weathered oak panels on the walls gave it the feel of a space to be found in the castle, rather than an inconspicuous cabin in the forest.

But then I paused. This was a home. This cabin crafted with care, filled with love, each trinket and knick-knack an object that was wanted, needed…not simply a possession. Home. I would be happy if this was where I would live out the rest of my days.

A stone fireplace took pride of place in the centre of the room, magically kept topped up with logs that crackled and popped quietly in the background. I chuckled to myself. The firekeeper doesn’t tend to his own fires. How poetic.  

As I drew lazy circles on Thea’s back, I found myself gazing into that fire, that gaping mouth of red hot flame. My eyes danced as the flames shifted and shimmied to the gentle breeze coming down the chimney.

Thea shifted and stretched, her arm over me and her fingertips tickling my bare chest. She looked up at me through her messy hair, those eyes flashing with want, desire.

“Hello,” I said.

“Hello.” She wiggled her eyebrows and gave me a feline smile.

“What?” I asked, trying to hold in my laughter.

She began to trail her fingertips down, over my stomach and towards the sheets that covered my hips.

“You’re quite demanding, then?” I smirked, sucking in air as she moved lower.

“Mmhm,” she purred with a nod of her head. Her hand continued south until it found what it was after.

“Thea!” I gasped. She kept her eyes locked on me, her grin almost vicious. “Come here,” I growled, and rolled her over onto her back, pinning her body with my own, claiming her all over again. She screeched with pleasure as my mouth roamed, and the world outside melted away.

When we finally climbed out of bed and dressed, we ate breakfast and then I beckoned her into my lap. We must’ve been at that table for another hour, sharing kisses and giggling like adolescents.

“What are your plans for the day, my darling?” she asked as she looked down on me, her fingertips gently stroking my cheeks.

I squeezed her in my arms and smiled, “I’m going to spend the rest of the day counting down the seconds until I see you again.”

She grinned and kissed me again. “Lovesick fool.”

“Takes one to know one,” I winked, before kissing her. We sat there for so long, absorbed in each other before a thought occurred to me. “Thea?”

“Yes?” she purred, and nibbled my ear lobe.

“Should you be in the castle now, working?”

“What does it matter?” she whispered into my ear, and kissed me just below it.

It took all of my willpower to not carry her back to bed that second. “Won’t Gagnon be angry?”

A kiss on my jawline. “It’ll be fine, Lucien.” Another on my cheek. “We got up just as the sun rose. I have time.”

I began to sway slightly; her ability to make me go weak with desire was truly extraordinary.

“I…I just don’t want you to get into any trouble, my love,” I sighed, and tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Don’t worry about it.” She shifted until she was straddling me on the chair, and covered my mouth with hers. Completely and utterly powerless, that’s what I was. That’s what she made me, and I couldn’t have been happier.

“Oh Thea,” I sighed, “You’re wonderful.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she winked, unbuttoning the top of my tunic.

“Marry me?”

She sat up straight. “What?” Her eyes were wide. Shock. Happiness. I wasn’t sure.

I took her hands in mine, my gaze holding hers as I spoke, “Thea, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

“But…what about your family, your life?”

“I don’t care.” I shook my head. “I would give it all up for you. love you.”

“I love you too, Lucien.”

I kissed her hands and smiled, “Then marry me.”

“Y…yes,” she spluttered, tears now slipping down her cheeks.

“Yes?” I repeated, almost in disbelief.

“Yes!”

At that word, that incredible feeling, my willpower disappeared and I carried her back to bed, where I made love to her again and again until there was no way of putting off the day any longer.

With her father away, I spent the next few nights at the cottage with Thea. We barely slept, spending all of our waking hours making love, talking about our future together, or eating to regain our strength. Seeing her smile, hearing her laugh. It couldn’t have been more perfect.

On the third morning of waking up there, we parted ways outside the cottage with a sweet, soft kiss, before Thea headed to the east wing of the castle to begin her rounds. I watched her walk away until she disappeared through the trees, then set off towards the western edge of the castle. I could’ve winnowed back to my rooms, but I decided to walk through the forest instead.

As I walked, I seemed to notice everything around me all over again, as if Thea had awakened every one of my senses. Having lived in the court of endless autumn since birth, I knew that each tree grew vibrant red leaves, which would crinkle and turn infinite shades of brown and gold in a matter of days. These would then fall, and create a carpet of colour on the forest floor. The cycle would then begin again and again, over and over for all eternity.

I knew all of that. But this morning I was enthralled by it; by each leaf, each softly crunching step I took through the dense labyrinth of trees. For the first time in my life I felt glad to be here, glad to call this part of the world my home. Where my beautiful Thea called home. Where we would marry, and live out the rest of our long lives in happiness.

I was so caught up in my thoughts, my dreams of the life I was beginning with her, that I didn’t hear the rumbling hooves that approached from behind, didn’t notice them until six towering horses circled me and came to a stop.

“And where the hell have you been?” Terrell spat, yanking on the reins of his grey stallion.

“Cauldron save me,” I muttered under my breath, and glanced at each of the tall, red-headed males surrounding me. I gave an exaggerated bow. “Good morning, brothers. Fine weather for a stroll.”

“Answer the question, runt,” Aristide snapped. His horse whinnied, as if backing him up.

I held out my hands, “I just did. I came out to take in the fresh air.”

“You weren’t in your bedroom last night,” Magnus said bluntly, looking down his nose at me. “Or the night before that, or the night before that.”

I frowned. “In need of some midnight advice from your little brother, were you?”

“You weren’t there this morning either.”

“Spying on me?” I arched an eyebrow.

Magnus shrugged. “Stupidly, Drago thought we should drag you out on a hunt with us, so I went to your room to find - lo and behold - no Lucien.”

“I didn’t realise I was under house arrest, now.” I sneered at him.

“And where were you last night, hmm?” Drago frowned, ordering his brown horse forward a few steps. “You showed your face at father’s banquet for all of five minutes.”

“Oh damn,” I said, sarcasm dripping from every word, “And I bet nobody missed me.” I stared him down for a moment before shifting my focus to my eldest brother. Eris wasn’t looking at me, but rather at the path I had taken through the trees. His eyes were narrowed, his jet black horse stepping from side to side.

“Problem, Eris?” I scowled.

His eyes slid down to me, beholding me like I was a foul bog creature. “You’ve got a secret, Lucien.” I began to speak. “Don’t even bother denying it. I’ve noticed, father has noticed. Even mother.” He scoffed as my nostrils flared slightly. “Who am I kidding? She probably knows what it is, doesn’t she? Can’t keep a secret from her, can you?”

“Watch your tongue.”

His eyes flashed. “You’re not denying it then?”

“I haven’t got time for this,” I said, bored, and picked at a piece of lint on my deep purple tunic. Satisfied I’d entertained them for long enough, I headed towards a gap between Corentin and Drago’s horses. They immediately closed ranks.

“Where are you going now, baby brother?” Corentin smirked.

I took a step back. “I don’t have to answer to you. Get out of my way.”

“Gagnon has been looking for you, too,” Eris continued, unperturbed. “Seems quite concerned about you, as a matter of fact.”

“Is that so?” I said, “How nice of him, always looking out for me.”

“Indeed.” Eris raised an eyebrow towards Aristide who chuckled. “He reckons you’ve got yourself a new lover.”

“Oh?” My nerves tingled, making my fingers twitch. “And does he have any proof?”

Eris glared at me. “Perhaps.”

I planted my feet wide, steadying myself as my brothers all took a step closer. “This is ridiculous. You trust that weasel? Do you not realise that he is spying on all of you, as well as me?”

Terrell and Magnus glanced at each other for a moment.

“Imagine all the bullshit he’s whispering to father about each and every one of us.”

Eris laughed, the sound echoed around the trees. “Nice try, but none of us are the family disappointment.”

“You sure about that?”

“Are you calling the heir to this court a disappointment?” Aristide sniped, unsheathing a vicious-looking dagger from his belt.

“I think he is, y’know,” Drago chipped in.

“Who is she, Lucien?” Eris said, staring at me and ignoring the others. “Tell me.”

I gritted my teeth. “I have no idea who you’re talking about.”

“You’ll only make things worse if you make us find out the hard way.”

My hands curled into fists by my sides. I could’ve sworn they heated up, faint plumes of smoke rising from them. I prayed to the Mother that no one noticed.

Aristide took a step forward on his tan horse. “Answer the question, Lucie.”

My focus snapped to him. “What the hell does any of this matter? Hmm? Why do you all care so much what the runt of this damned litter does?”

“Ooh, touched a nerve,” Terrell hissed, goading me, goading the others. “He’s protesting too much, just like at the dinner with Tamlin. Aren’t you Lucie?”

“Seems like it,” Eris said, narrowing his eyes at me even more. All of my brothers seemed to be having fun in this circle, but not him. His demeanour was ice cold. “Father cannot have the bloodline sullied, Lucien.”

The circle was suddenly a foot closer. “What are you getting at, Eris?”

He shrugged, and tightened the reins in his gloved hands. “If this female is just another distraction for you, maybe that will be fine.”

I dropped my head, my eyes peering up at him from under my brow. My voice came out deeper, more powerful than I expected. “And what if she was more than that?”

“Ah,” Corentin gasped, breaking out in a smile. “So there is someone.”

“If you have debased yourself and,” Eris scoffed, “Fallen for some low-life faerie - as dear old Gagnon suspects - father will be most upset.”

I stepped closer to his black horse, close enough to feel it’s hot breath on my skin. “Don’t you dare say a word.” My flesh rippled with anger, with heat.

Eris raised an eyebrow, “Do you honestly think I would listen to a whore like you, little brother? You may be worthless to this court, to this family, but father still gives a damn what you do with the reputation he has forged over the centuries.”

“What I do makes no difference to him, or to any of you bastards.” I could almost feel my blood boiling.

“Temper, temper, Lucie,” Drago tutted.

The others laughed – all except Eris. He stared down at me with pure, calculated hatred. I returned the feeling. “You always were the most stubborn one of us, Lucien. And now it’s coming back to bite you on the ass. Tell us who she is.”

I didn’t move an inch. “Never.”

“Then you will both die.”

The six horses went to close the gap on me, to allow my brothers to grab me. Each had a face contorted into a vicious sneer, filled with rage and jealousy.

I threw my hands out to protest, palms facing the ground, and I… I erupted.

White hot flames shot from my fingertips and landed on the dry, flammable leaves on the ground, blistering to life with the full strength of the Autumn Court. The High Lord’s power. My father’s power. I screamed out in shock, in anger, blinking just at the moment that I seemed to draw a circle of flame around me, a solid, impenetrable wall of fire. I looked at my hands, burning with unwavering flame; red hot heat on my face, but manageable, malleable to my needs. The flames coursed through my veins, heating my body, offering a plentiful supply if I needed it. I lifted my head to my brothers, their faces barely visible above the eight-foot-high flames. Their horses nickered, rearing back onto their hind legs, the whites of their eyes visible, the red and yellow and orange of the flames reflecting in them.

My brothers looked as if they’d just seen the Mother herself. Eris looked dumbfounded. He ordered his horse forward again, but my eyes caught his, and as his black stallion stepped a few feet further back, I found myself shouting, “Don’t come any closer, brother! Don’t touch her, don’t touch me.”

“Where the hell did you get that?” he shouted over the crackling flames that encircled me, protected me. “That power is meant for me!?”

I shrugged. “Leave us alone, Eris,” I warned, “Or I will kill you.”

He shook his head in disbelief and looked over to his right. I followed the path his focus took to see another male on horseback in the distance. An impossibly tall, powerful man, his face not much older-looking than mine, his horse possibly the largest I’d ever seen. My father. “It doesn’t matter any more, little brother!” Eris shouted back to me, his mouth twisted into a wicked smile, “You’ve just sealed your own fate.”

[akeithinshiningarmor]

some voltron aus i’ve been brewing up. might be triggering and nsfw, there’s too much to say so really proceed at your own caution and expect the worst.

> the one with all the strings: angry teenage punk keith dates hot dad college student shiro to get back at his parents. it fails because hes a kid and hes annoyed shiro's work as a nurse takes all his time and they break up. some time later, they get back together and it works cause im a sappy baby babeh (and then he dies) 

> lance is fucking appaled that li'l emo keith brough black polish in fucking space. keith puts it on in the common room. lance finds it dumb but shiro finds it hot. 

> klance where keith cross-dressed and makes lance think he's a chick thru thigh fucking (title, insp: cherry lips/go baby go by garbage) 

> psychiatrist!lance hypnoses his patient keith and jacks him after he talks about his feelings for his brother shiro 

> klance. fucked up, drunk, but con breathplay

 > (sh)klance. keith (15) is in wuv with upperclassman shiro (19) and really wants to get with him. but he's a virgin so keith's scared that would make shiro think he's innocent and immature so he asks well-known man whore lance (17) to take his v-card. ensue sweet gentle bonage + rimming and innocent blushing keith.

 > sheith. medical kink, hospital aesthetic. heartbroken shiro fucks his comatose hubby keith in his hospital bed before they pull the plug. he's mindful of keith's numerous iv, his body, of the cannula in his nose and maneuveurs him tenderly. he cries and he nuts and keith too because stimuli. lots of handholding and tender kisses and reminiscing. actually became a whole fucking thing too big for its own good about life, death, letting go and freedom.

> shklance. keith wears really short shorts with no underwears and it drives lance mad (and shiro too but he's been there did that) 

> au where the galras have already invaded earth and hold humans in slavery. young shiro (16) finds baby keith (12, altean-galra) as he's running away from the ship he was kept captive on. shiro decides he's going to protect that child and basically becomes a brother figure to him. 

> everything you have. lance looks at keith and shiro and ponders about their relationship and what they let show. basically hes in love with keith and can't compete because shiro and keith are so selfless and give without any barriers and he's a Sad Boi 

> bloodborne inspired au. shiro as basically gehrman and keith as basically lady maria. they're hunters and when keith dies in his arms, shiro makes a doll that looks just like him and uses dark magic to give it life. it doesn't have keith personality – it's docile and calm – but it's enough for him as he fucks it. possible titles: the doll maker, child's play, mirror images. 

> dark souls iii au. firekeeper keith + ashen one shiro. they fucc and shiro takes off his mask and kisses his closed eyes.

 > un homme et son péché + a/b/o au. keith is forced to marry grade a shithole sendak even though he's been in love with shiro since forever. follows the plot but keith aborts all of sendak's kids and only births one still born (messy abortions oblige) from shiro because sendak never discovers their affair. he dies from penumonia in the end when shiro comes back from the woods, right in his arms. 

> red room. the crew gets sent vids of lance being tortured after he's been captured by the galras. sheith, klance, shklance. (snuff movies basically, inspired from irl darknet red rooms where people pay to see people get murdered) 

> in reverse. fantasy au with vampires and werewolves. werewolf!lance and vampire!shiro. tropes and clichés about both monsters are reversed. boozy, dirty vampire shiro who lives in a cabin in the woods. like he's dirty, he smells, he's not very cleanly shaved, he ain't wild but actually really polite and a nice guy. everything he wears his plaid and jeans, he likes to go hunting and he's generally 100% not what you'd expect a vampire to be. as for werewolf lance, he's like personable, likeable, kind of a douche, lives at night in clubs, a rich boy who likes armani suits, perfume to cover up his wet dog smell and clean af. he shaves the fucking animal. he's kind of a dick but still a sweet boy. hates ripping his clothes when he transforms into a wolfie, hates losing his cool. basicaly not what u expect a werewolfie to be. obviously even in that world werewolf and vampires hate each others but actually lance and shiro really get along!! and like each others a lot!! and enjoy spending time together as well as with their tiny, angry little boyfran. 

> a/b/o horror. keith is with shiro when theyre at the garrison. so shiro is a teacher and keith is a student, which is super forbidden. and they're an alpha/omega pair. anyway shiro apparently dies and keith actually gets kicked out because... ah shit son he got preg with shiro's baby. it's either a) they know it's shiro and they kicked him out to cover up the fact their teacher was fucking a kid on school grounds b) they think he just went and got preg against school rules. anyway keith ends up all alone giving birth in the desert and his life is shit uvu or another terrible idea: the galras capture keith and realize he's preg, litteraly remove the kid from his tum while he's awake. 

> vampire knight au. with keith as yuuki except he's not useless and annoying, shiro as kaname except he's not a piece of shit and lance as zero because muh angst except he's not as emo.