can you imagine being Essek and watching this tiefling on a total power trip turn into a 10 feet tall--incredibly ripped??--god and kill the boy you're catching feelings for?? And brand you with some kind of evil cursed hivemind magic you're worried might corrupt you forever?? This thing that your friends swear was once family, but all you see is something monstrous and otherworldly and tearing himself apart at the seams, screaming when all their loved ones call out to him??
Just. the way it must have felt to see Lucien go from that to. Just the most sweet and affectionate little tiefling. Gentle and curious and so full of joy and wonder. He's got the brightest smile and warm eyes and this mischievous playfulness. He runs off at first--startled, scared. But then once he's calmed, the first real word he says other than Empty is Love. And right after that he calls out for his Magician, for this man who did everything he could to save him, held him close and kissed him so tenderly on the forehead--
And Caleb throws his arms around Essek and Veth and just watches the Nein all descend on Tealeaf and embrace him amidst laughter and tears and Molly's starting to smile again and Caleb's so so happy just to see him finally alive and.
In that moment, Essek understands why they came all this way--
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OK . . am a day late . . . but not much has been done around here, bc I was struggling to finish the latest chapter of Puppy Love. (my RWRB WIP).
But here's what I got for you - snippets from a couple of ficlet fridays I'm working on (one RWRB, one Klaine) that are going to really be a wee bit longer than what I share here and a snippet of the next chapter of my Klaine WIP - If I Can Make Your Heart My Home . . all under the cut.
Also, by the way, many thanks to the following folks who tagged me for this and six/several/seven sentence sunday these past few weeks - you are all awesome!:
@alasse9 @daisyishedwig @onthewaytosomewhere, @thesleepyskipper @forabeatofadrum
@sophie1973 @wordsofhoneydew @porcelainmortal @taste-thewaste @blueeyedgrlwrites
@annepi-blog @duchessdepolignaca03 @softboynick @thinkof-england
And if I forgot anyone I'm sorry!
1.) From If I Can Make Your Heart My Home (Klaine fic)
“Yes, Bradford. I’m curious as well. What are you doing here?”
Four heads whipped around quickly to focus on Lillian, her face inscrutable, watching them all from a few feet away.
Bradford Anderson stepped through the doorway, forcing Cooper to back away reluctantly and frowning as he did so. Cooper sidled closer to Blaine who had a similar expression on his face.
Bradford leaned down to kiss Lillian on the cheek. “Aren’t I allowed to come see my own mother - or even my sons?”
Lillian’s mouth pursed as she debated her reply. “I did think you and Pamela were spending the holiday season in south of France this year. You can’t blame me for being surprised at this impromptu visit.”
Bradford shrugged as he removed his wool overcoat and held it out wordlessly towards his sons. Blaine tentatively took it from his father. Cooper quickly tore it from Blaine’s hands and tossed it unceremoniously into a nearby chair.
“Yes, well, what a lovely day for a family reunion,” Cooper said tightly. “But we were just sitting down with Nan for dinner . . ."
“Wonderful,” Bradford said, cutting Cooper off from the rest of his thought. “I think I’ll join you.”
And in a display of sheer self-centered obliviousness, Bradford Anderson waltzed out of the foyer and into the direction of the dining room, ignoring the rest of the party gaping at him as he walked by.
For a few moments the four remaining in the hallways just stood in silence, unsure exactly what had happened before them.
Kurt knew this was bad. Very, very bad. He knew the last person on earth Blaine would have wanted to see right now, besides maybe Kurt, was his father.
‘Perhaps . . .I should go?” Kurt suggested meekly. “I don’t want to interfere with any. . . um, family affairs . . .” he whispered.
Lilian sighed deeply as she closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose in an apparent sign of frustration with her own flesh and blood.
“No, Kurt, please stay." she said. "You’ve been kind enough to cook for us and before our surprise guest made his appearance, I was going to ask you to join us. I had just wanted to check with Blaine first. Blaine, sweetheart, what do you want us to do?” Lilian quietly asked.
The question however, fell on deaf ears. Blaine was all too focused on staring towards the direction his father disappeared to than listening to his grandmother. Kurt could practically feel the tension radiating off of him.
“Squirt?” Cooper gently touched his brother’s arm. “Are you alright?”
“Oh yeah, just perfect, “ Blaine muttered bitterly.
“Blaine?”
Blaine’s head quickly tuned to Kurt, who was nervously was twisting the hem of his apron in his fingers. “I can go, Blaine. I don’t want to make things any more difficult for you than it already is.”
“Stay. . .go. It doesn’t matter to me,” Blaine said flatly.
“Blaine, I can tell your father to leave," Lillian said softly. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
Blaine’s mouth set into a grim line as he squared his shoulders and started walking in the direction of where his father had left. “Let’s just . . .get this over with,” he mumbled loud enough for the rest of them to hear.
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2.) Color Me Surprised (RWRB Ficlet Friday)
*I had a fic idea that I had stalled a bit on until I got this Fictlet Friday prompt - so I've decided to combine the two:
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No, Pez. I think I’d rather eat glass.”
Percy cocked a well-groomed eyebrow and regarded his best friend skeptically. “I’m confused. I’d thought you’d be at least a bit interested. It is a rite of passage, especially in this area, no?”
Henry sighed as he tipped his head back. “Perhaps, but one I’m not sure I want to partake in.”
“Hazza,” Pez chided his childhood friend. “You are young, single and incredibly hot. Why are you not taking advantage on all of this?” He shook his head in confusion. “Stop acting like you're being tarred and feathered. It’s just an extended weekend. You have been cooped up in this office beating yourself up over the writers block you’ve been suffering from. I am giving you a change of scenery, that’s all.”
“And I suppose you propose I find my inspiration there?"
“We're going to Fire Island. It's like gay Disney World.” Pez elaborated. “I propose there will be many a tight-bodied, ravishing specimen of inspiration to blow not only your writers block out of the water but hopefully your back as well as . ." Pez coughed and tossed in a very pointed look. ". . . well, one could hope. . . other neglected things.”
Pez' s rather pointed look was all too familiar to Henry.
Henry groaned as he leaned his elbows onto his desk and dropped his head in his hands. Pez smirked. He knew he had won.
“There will be vodka involved, won’t there?” Henry said as he mumbled through his fingers.
“Of course, my darling. Is there any doubt?”
3.) fire island follies (Klaine Ficlet Friday)
“I don’t know if this is a good idea, San.”
Santana looked over at her friend and smirked. “Lookin’ a little green about the gills, Hobbit. You ok?”
Blaine took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he clutched his duffle bag close to his chest. The ferry was going through choppy water, and his stomach wasn't faring well at all. No one could blame him; Blaine was from central Ohio and hadn't had much experience being on the open ocean.
He opened his mouth to respond, but the moment the boat hit a particularly large wave. The sea vessel bounced so much that Blaine snapped his mouth shut quickly, clapping one hand over it. Santana swore he looked even more pale than he had a minute ago.
“Don’t you dare hurl on me, Anderson. I will kill you if you ruin these shoes.”
A young couple and their kid moved away from where Blaine and Santana were sitting, looking at the young man warily. Blaine gave them a weak smile and wave before he peered down at Santana's open-toe espadrilles.
“Fancy footwear for the beach, don’t you think?”
Santana snorted as she wiggled her Burberry-clad foot at Blaine. "I gots to look good for my sweetie.” She leaned over and poked him in the side. He squawked and batted her hand away. “Can you just give me a smile for once and not look like I’m dragging you to your death.”
The boat hit another wave and bounced again. “I feel like death,” Blaine said through gritted teeth as his stomach did another somersault. "Just kill me now."
“Oh, perk up, sunshine. We're going to Fire Island. It's like gay Disney World."
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Well there ya go . . am also tagging ( if you are interested in sharing whatever you are working on - writing or otherwise): @spaceorphan18 @datshitrandom @justgleekout @myheartalivewrites @14carrotghoul
@little-escapist @cha-melodius @kirakiwiwrites @caramelcoffeeaddict @almightaylor
@1908jmd @tinyarmedtrex @theprinceandagcd @iboatedhere
@gleefuldarrencrissfan @gleefulpoppet @itsmaybitheway @kurtsascot @mynonah
@esilher @cryscendo @porcelainandthehobbit @hkvoyage @madas-ahatters-world
@sarkyblueeyes
And open tag of course for any one else!
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