“I can’t lose you again. And you…” She softened, taking a small step closer, his hands warm when they cupped the bend of her elbows and she fitted her fingers into the crook of his. “You refused to let me leave, when I thought it might’ve been me. How can I not do the same for you?” He swallowed hard. “How could I not do anything, for you?” “Shiro, I…” Her throat tightened. How was she supposed to face this and remain resolute? “Stay. Please.” She didn’t meet his eyes, and focused on the black V of his paladin armour instead. “Alright,” she breathed.
I have realized that I have not read enough for this pairing,
and this should change!
( and really, helps me immensely as I work on the requests)
It gets difficult to find time to read BUT, I can safely say that I have time to listen while working! ( I use the Natural Reader software and highly recommend it if you multitask as much as I do )
So, fire away and YES, you can be self indulgent and shamelessly self promote your own fics!
I welcome any type of rating ( From GeneralAudience to Explicit ) and any side pairing with it ( Though, the main focus should be Shallura, or let’s say, it needs to have an equal footing with the other pairings in the fic)
I also plan to make a fic rec on my own sometime so that I can promote the fics that I love weekly.
All stories I’ve linked here are SFW, though my archive includes every rating. But definitely check out Berry’s and Pixie’s (materassassino’s) archives because basically everything they write is gold.
Omg thank you for taking the time to write and link all this!!! I can’t wait to dig into them!
summary: Shiro is the captain of the royal guard of Altea, and sworn to protect the royal family. but when enemies attack the castle, Queen Fala gives him one final command with her dying breath: protect her daughter, Princess Allura, at all costs. as they flee into the wilderness, Shiro must find a way to keep Allura safe and help her restore her lost crown – or their entire kingdom will perish at the hands of the Galra.
notes: sorry for not updating in a while! however, rest assured that i am not abandoning this fic – it’s just that IRL stuff has been a bit hectic the last few weeks, so i haven’t had as much time to write. however, i bring you: a new chapter! enjoy!
extra side note: as with pretty much everything i write, both Shiro and Allura are bi/pan in this fic.
When Shiro wakes the next morning, weak sunlight is already filtering through the drapes into the room. Allura still lies in his arms, spooned up against him with her back pressed to his chest. The events of last night come back to him in glorious detail: Allura’s lips on his skin and her hands on his body and the feel of her in his arms and the heat of her breath against his neck… it wasn’t a dream. It all really happened.
He doesn’t know what to do with this kind of happiness. It’s like the whole world is sparkling.
He pulls Allura closer to him, and tightens his arm around her waist. This kind of proximity used to be dangerous territory; a blurred boundary between what they wanted and what their roles demanded. But now it doesn’t matter. He can do the things he’s been longing and aching to do, like dust a row of soft kisses against Allura’s shoulder and neck. She stirs under his touch, and grumbles sleepily.
I don’t wanna get too shippy but where was Keith and Shiro’s friendship? Where was that relationship where two people crossed universes to save each other? Who found a family with each other? Why was their only interaction military talk? What happened to the Keith and Shiro we saw in literally any other season?