#omgbarbiegurl

[cricketnationrise]

5:18am

Texas Farmhouse that belong to Alex and Henry

Alex and Henry plus babies (fur or human your choice)

Red White and Royal Blue

a last rwrb ficlet before the movie comes out (i'm not screaming you're screaming oh who am i kidding i'm definitely screaming) thanks for the prompt, enjoy some relaxing early morning vibes 💜🦗

read the rest of Ficlet Fest 3 on AO3 here!

❤️🤍💙❤️🤍💙

texas farmhouse, 5:18am

Normally, Alex would be annoyed that sunlight across his face pulls him out of sleep before his alarm goes off. Normally, he’d hide his head under a pillow or tuck his face even deeper into the crook of Henry’s neck to block out the bright rays.

Today, Alex lets himself be drawn out of sleep with the dawn. Today he stretches out with his eyes closed and basks in the gentle warmth of the sun through the windows before tucking Henry more firmly into his side. Today, there are no alarms, no jobs to hurry to, no events to be seen at. Today, (and the rest of the week, what a fucking miracle) there is only Alex and Henry and the wide open skies of Texas.

A quizzical sound comes from Henry, muffled by Alex’s chest, and he’s just so fucking content that he drops a kiss to Henry’s temple and blinks his eyes open; watches the clouds change color as the sun rises through the trio of skylights above their bed. The house is quiet around them, no sirens or shouting from the streets of Brooklyn, no clacking of nails on the floors – David presumably still tired out from all the exciting new places to explore and smell yesterday.

Alex’s mind is quiet for once and it shouldn’t be marvel but it is – just getting off the plane in Austin yesterday had his shoulders relaxing, his jaw unclenching, his energy calming (although that might also have been to do with the way the Texas sun caught Henry’s hair like a halo). Just like every time they’ve come back to visit his home state, Alex had had to catch his breath at the sight of Henry’s eyes reflecting the bright blue of a Texas sky.

He still can’t quite believe that this place – a refurbished farmhouse on a mid-size piece of land, close enough to Austin for convenience, far enough from the city to feel like it’s all alone – is theirs. His and Henry’s. A place all their own that they can retreat to at need. For all the strange and wonderful things that have happened to Alex since his mom first ran for President, the fact that he and Henry own two properties is definitely the weirdest.

Alex knows they won’t use this place as often as either of them wants for a few years yet. Right now, it’s an investment, a promise to their future selves: one day, when our lives slow down and the bustle of New York is more of a grind than an opportunity, we’ll come here, and just be.

[virtie333]

14 38 & 60 for the getting to know you post from @omgbarbiegurl

14. Are you psychic in any way?

I used to think so. Whenever some tragedy happened to someone close to me, I would have a migraine, but when you consider how much I actually get migraines, it most likely was just good odds. I do feel I have a sense of when there might be something paranormal around, like if someone says, "I think this place is haunted," I can say with certainty "I don't feel it," or "I agree."

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

I used to volunteer to fill in for the overnight techs back when the vet ER first opened. I never could sleep before my shift and I usually worked the day shift the next day, so... probably about 40 hours.

60. Do you talk to yourself?

All. The. Time.

I honestly don't trust people who don't, even if it's just a little bit!

[renee-writer]

Everyone check out Rainfall from my dear friend and awesome co-writer @omgbarbiegurl

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48813307

[bitbybitwrites]

God, I know I haven’t done one of these in AGES.

To be honest, I’m really focused on looking for a new job at the moment and either doing more resume writing or doing casual reading for enjoyment than fic writing . . it’s a defense/ stress mechanism, I know.

*sigh*

Sending many thanks to the awesome folks who keep tagging me in this and WIP Wednesday in these past few months ( its been that long! 😭) since I did my last one of these :

@porcelainmortal @forabeatofadrum @onthewaytosomewhere @dizzymisslizzie @firstprincehornyramblings

@theprinceandagcd @caterpills @emeryhall @alasse9 @sophie1973

@daisyishedwig @iboatedhere @14carrotghoul

(I hope I didn’t forget any of you!)

Since my last Several/Six/Seven Sentence Sunday/WIP Wednesday, I did do the following, so if you missed it:

1.) Posted Chp 6 of Puppy Love (First Prince fic)

2.) Posted Chp 2 of Missed Connections (Klaine fic)

3. ) Posted Killing Me Softly (Klaine One Shot)

I did manage to write some new snippets for both Klaine and FirstPrince - I’ll leave them under the cut.

I’m still plugging away at my WIP multi-chapter fics. It’s just REALLY slow going now.

1.) Excerpt from Chp 30 - If I Can Make Your Heart My Home (Klaine) ( cc @datshitrandom )

Yes, this long epic is coming to a close. I adore this story and all the twists and turns it has taken and it does make me sad to finish it.

Any readers still following will soon see I’ve actually added 1 more chapter to the whole story count. So there will be 31 chapters to finish out the fic. Chp 30 is fully written and being edited now. Chp 31 has been started which will include the wrapping up of the main story and a bit of an epilogue.

an excerpt from Chp 30:

“Blaine!” Trent grabbed him and bodily marched him further into the apartment.  Brittany quickly took away all of the bags of food and alcohol in his arms before Santana .  . Santana Lopez of all people. . . swept Blaine up in a hug so quickly and so tightly he was sure he was going to break something.   A furious stream of Spanish tumbled from her lips.  Blaine was nearly positive a good handful of them were venomous phrases and curse words. Well, he went under that assumption from her tone alone.  He dared not breathe because he still wasn’t sure who exactly her ire was directed at. It wasn’t until Santana ended her tirade and let go of her grip on him, that Blaine drew in a deep breath. She pulled backwards, gently held his face in her hands, her eyes softening into a compassionate gaze. Oh good, she wasn’t mad at him then. “I take it I’m. . .I’m not the one in trouble?” Blaine asked carefully (you know, just to be sure) as he took a tentative step away. Before Santana could answer a familiar body launched itself at him, throwing Blaine off balance and onto the rug beneath him. “I’m so so sorry, “ Kurt said, hiccuping slightly.  “It just came out.” He pressed his face into Blaine’s chest in embarrassment.  “I didn’t mean to.  Really.” “What did?” Blaine asked as he righted himself and wrapped  his arms around his boyfriend’s waist. Kurt sighed.  “I may have let slip that Sebastian had a hand in trying to keep us apart.” “Oh. . .”  Blaine pulled Kurt along with him, so he could scoot up and lean his back against the couch.  “That.” “I’m sorry, “ Kurt said, his blue eyes filled with regret as he stared upwards at his boyfriend.  “Its . . .Sebastian just came up in conversation.  And I’m still just so mad at him for everything . . . and . . .well. . . I may be a little drunk?”

2.) Excerpt from Chp 7 of Puppy Love (First Prince) (cc @omgbarbiegurl)

“Blimey, that fucker is MASSIVE.”

“And that’s what he said . . “

Henry groaned as he watched his best friend and sister poke at each other playfully, snorting loudly into their gloves.  Together the trio stood in Rockefeller Center, engulfed in a sea of tourists, all of which were staring up at the famous Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree with them.

And Bea was not wrong.

“I mean, “Henry’s sister continued, as she tilted her head form side to side, and staring at the brightly lit evergreen the same way David scrutinized a new toy or treat. “I don’t think the telly does it justice.  It’s rather impressive in person.”

Pez coughed unceremoniously into his hand.  “Totally phallic though.”

“Pez!” Henry said, horrified and quickly looked around to make sure no one heard.  “Let’s not offend any New Yorkers, shall we?  I do like living here and would prefer not to be booted out of the city because you’ve maligned a much beloved iconic holiday symbol!

“I’m just saying . . it’s long or rather tall . . . slightly bulbous. . .”

“Girthy . . .”

“Bea! Do not encourage him!” Henry said through gritted teeth, his face flaring red in embarrassment.

Pez waved his arms toward the tree.  “I mean, I’m not thinking of it in the sense of a literal tree.” He stepped back, studying it as Bea had,.  “But if you just observe the silhouette -  disregard all the poky branches and sharp pine needles . . . look, Haz . . it’s smaller at the top, blooms into a bulbous . . .”

“Please stop saying that word . . “ Henry sighed.  Bea was grinning with devilish glee, enjoying her brother’s discomfort all too well.

“I repeat, it has a bulbous middle shape, then it tapers back down to a smaller point and then flares out into a wider base.”  Pez carefully mimicked with his hands a tracing out of said shape as we catalogued each part of the tree.  “I mean, it’s looks pretty much like a giant. .”

“Please don’t say it.” Henry begged, his voice noticeably strained. “Do not finish that sentence aloud.”

Bea cackled even louder and smacked Pez on the arm.  “Only you, Percy Okonjo would have such a filthy mind.”

Pez snickered.  “It could be a potential money making venture. Christmas themed . . “

“Butt plugs?”

“Beatrice!”

“Stop being such a  prude, Hen.”

Henry spluttered.  “I am not a prude!  I have a very healthy, happy relationship with sex, and all accoutrements that go along with, if you must know.” he shouted out loud, stomping his foot petulantly.

Bea and Pez looked at each other for a moment, before they simultaneously bent over at the waist and started laughing hysterically.  Henry, who had immediately blushed bright red after realizing what he had just shouted in the midst of a busy people packed courtyard, let loose an exasperated sound as he turned on his heel and walked away.  He was quite determined to put as much distance from the deranged people he left behind.

He didn’t get far though as he soon heard the sound of footsteps run behind hims and felt a pair of other arms loop through his own.

As trying as Pez and Bea were once they got together, Henry wouldn’t have his Christmas holiday any other way. Their previous plans of a quiet time renting a quaint cottage in the Cotswolds until Boxing Day quickly got derailed after a virulent bout of flu hit the shelter a week ago.  Pez and Henry other did not want to be a country away when so many of the kids and staff were ill.  So due to being unexpectedly short staffed, instead a New York Christmas was proposed in its stead.

3.) Excerpt from Chp 2 of missed connections (Klaine) ( cc @cryscendo )

The heavy wooden door slammed shut behind Kurt with an extremely satisfying thud. Fuming, he paced back and forth like an enraged beast, muttering expletives to himself before the dam finally broke. “Is it so hard to find a single person who could do their job properly?!” He cried out, punctuating his growing ire with a a growl of frustration. “Well, I guess I can see how your day has been going . . “ Kurt whipped around suddenly to see one of his dearest friends, watching him with amusement.  Mercedes finally leaned over and poured herself and Kurt a cup of tea each.  Delicately balancing the china cup in between her fingertips, she leaned back on the settee and brought the cup up to her lips with a smile. “Surely, it cannot be the end of the world, Kurt. It never really is,” she reminded him. “Last issue, “ Kurt began, taking a step towards the table, ready to continue his fiery tirade. “For the last issue of the magazine, you tore into that young McCarthy woman because she failed to put the right number of ruffles on the train of - oh I can’t even remember whose gown it was this time.” “Mamie Fish.” Kurt grumbled and he dropped onto the settee next to Mercedes with a huff and a frown. Her mere presence always had a calming effect on Kurt.  He could feel the tension and anger slowly melt away in his dear friend’s presence. Mercedes grimaced at the mention of the socialite’s name.  “Yes, her.  And to be honest, Mamie Fish is an awful, awful woman, Kurt.  She is so catty and rude.” Mercedes carefully rested her tea cup on the table and leaned closer to Kurt.  “The things I’ve over heard her say about people, not only behind their backs but directly to their faces have been truly atrocious.  And she laughs it off!  She fancies herself quick-witted but all she is , in truth, is a sharp-tongued, bitter, harridan. It goes to show that having scads of money does not necessarily equate with having class or empathy of any sort.”  Mercedes sighed and re-arranged the pale linen napkin on her lap, smoothing out the cloth carefully over her gown.  She shook her head, tutting softly as she looked at her Kurt.  “There are some days I can’t believe you have the wherewithal to deal with half of the people you write about in your column. Most of them are quite full of themselves, and so blinded by their spots in the Four Hundred or what new homes they’ve built or what parties they have thrown. It’s just so tedious and shallow.  It’s so not you, Kurt.” Kurt’s shoulders slumped. Mercedes was right.  She was always right. “I . . . I don’t think you understand, Mercedes.  It has to be perfect.” Kurt pulled off his gloves and began to fold and refold them repeatedly.  “I have a standard to uphold.  I have expectations from others, from myself.  I can’t afford to fail.  Not at this.” A soft hand  on his knee quickly stalled Kurt’s repetitive actions.  “You will never fail at anything you put your mind to, Kurt Hummel,” Mercedes softly reminded him.  “I just worry about you, my dear.  You’re constantly surrounded by all these self-absorbed millionaires and their stiff, pretentious ways.  You’re better than that.  You’re better than all of them.   I know you have a job to do, but try not to let their behavior change who you are inside.  You’re too good of a person, Kurt.”

And there ya go! Going to tag some folks ( besides the lovely folks tagged at the top) - no pressure as always but if you want to share what you’ve been working on, I’d love to read it!

Also BIG OPEN TAG who sees this and in general just wants to share. Tag me, I’d love to read what you’ve got going. . . .

Happy writing folks!

@getmehighonmagic,  @blueeyedgrlwrites, @annepi-blog,

@myheartalivewrites  @kirakiwiwrites,

@wowbright, , @coffeegleek, @theprinceandagcd

@gleefulpoppet , @special-bc-ur-part-of-it , @daisyishedwig @sarkyblueeyes , @hkvoyage

@tinyarmedtrex, @1908jmd , @sparklepocalypse  @spaceorphan18, 

@kirakiwiwrites , @cha-melodius  @yadivagirl, @lady-divine-writes, @cryscendo 

@rockitmans, @madas-ahatters-world , @little-escapist @thesleepyskipper 

@nocoastposts, , @thinkof-england , @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion

@blurglesmurfklaine  @blueeyedgrlwrites

[virtieunbridled]

Shackled

Poe finds himself in a bit of a bind

@omgbarbiegurl @jewelsrulz

[krissielee]

Red, White, and Royal Advent!

Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah, folks!

So this month, I did a little something for myself. A Red, White & Royal Blue themed advent calendar! My year sucked. Like, a lot. And there's no guarantee it'll stop sucking anytime soon. So this was a way to get a little serotonin every day.

I’ve posted it over on FB, but a few people over here might be interested, too, @mylucayathoughts, for one--love you, fam!

I got gifts enough for 25 days, mostly from Amazon with a few outliers 'cause I'm stupid poor, and randomly tagged them with names of characters, then used a spinner to pick what I got to open each day. So yeah, I bought them all, but the order was all randomized. Me and @machtaholic and @omgbarbiegurl had the big idea to make fandom advents to sell, but this year was just a nightmare for me, and we couldn’t get it going.

And this was … not cheap. Ha. I don’t know if anyone would spend this much on one. Bad Financial Decisions, what? 😅

Whatever. I enjoyed my calendar.

… wanna see what all I got? Of course you do!

Buckle up, fam. This is a long one. Too long for one post!

Anyway, here's part 1.

Part 2 here

Part 3 here

Day 1, Amy gave me a few books that Henry had recommended to her:

Day 2, Pez thought I deserved to smell nice. Alex Bearmont-Diaz certainly appreciates smelling nice. :D

Day 3, Spencer got me something even June can eat!

Day 4, Bea gave me a punny gift. See, I already have a Cornbread plushie, so I don’t need any more turkeys hanging around, but cornbread the food? Yeah, we can work with that. And Dolly, of course. ❤

Day 5 was Mr, Wobbles’ time to shine—literally—with a quartz crystal:

Day 6 was Ellen’s chance to make me smile. Almost a year to the day after I lost my first pup, she gave me a little David!

I really miss my boys—bonus image of my two little nerds because everyone needs to see the sweet little fuzzies I lost. Pepper (the little black one) was last December. Totally blind and he had no teeth. Lucas (the terrier that looks like an old German Shepherd puppy) was completely deaf. They were 15, and I want them back desperately. Everybody tell me my boys were the goodest.

Day 7, Nora gave me one of Henry’s favorite snacks. Now, I’m American, right? Jaffa Cakes aren’t a “thing” here—which is a travesty; I love chocolate and orange and vanilla. But Target got us the hook up with the Marks and Spencer Jaffa Cakes!

Side note: I learned this year that they’re called Jaffa Cakes because of the type of orange in them! So that’s kinda cool. I didn’t even know that was a type of orange lol—I just eat what the store has and I don’t know if they ever have names.

Day 8 was when Leo gave me a little insight into young Alex’s interests:

Aaaaaand ... that's all the pictures I'm allowed to put in one post, lol. Part 2 starts with Day 9!

[damadisangue]

20 questions for fic writers Thank you, @thetentaclecommander ❤️ 1. How many works do you have on AO3? 153! 95 only in Resident Evil fandom. 2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 573,764 3. What fandoms do you write for? Mainly Resident Evil, but I write also for the Arcane, Game of Thrones, Batman and Assassin's Creed Syndicate (incest) fandom. 4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1) The years we shared 2) Dirty little fairytale 3) Unravel me 4) Natural born sinner 5) All beauty destroyed 5. Do you respond to comments? Yes! Always! I always enjoy receiving them and being able to talk to people about the characters and their impressions of the plot. 6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? If I had to choose between those published I would say Forever is not for everyone, in which Alex suddenly dies before Albert and Wesker finds himself dealing with this sudden loneliness, as well as the hallucinations in which he sees his sister. 7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?  I wanna feel you from the inside, because Albert wins and both Weskers are alive and together. 8. Do you get hate on fics? Uhm, no, not really. There were those on Twitter who commented negatively saying that I wrote incest, so I sucked, but no big deal. 9. Do you write smut? Well, obviously yes. I believe it is a fundamental aspect of a relationship and a language through which the characters can express what words do not do. 10. Do you write crossovers? Nope! 11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?  Uhm, as far as I know, no. 12. Have you ever had a fic translated?  Yep! In Chinese and Russian! 13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?  No: I don't think I would do it well. 14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? Albert and Alex Wesker. Definitely Albert and Alex. The obsession, the brutality, the blood, the incest, the mutual possession, the total and absolute control that Wesker wants to exercise, Alex's sadistic and violent streak, the fact that they are a wonderful tangle of feelings and teeth and that they bite into each other - and the ramifications that sex can take: violent, raw, brutal, or tremendously and painfully gentle, nostalgic, needy. And then Wesker infected with the Uroboros? It's clearly a wedding invitation for me. 15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? At the moment I would like to conclude a fantasy AU on Resident Evil, but it requires a very large narrative and contextualization effort - the nations, the houses, the monsters, the creatures: I'm a very precise and methodical person so it could take me a long time 16. What are your writing strengths? Uhm, I don't know... maybe the sex and the feelings? 17. What are your writing weaknesses? The description of the environments. I think it should improve. 18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Yes. I'm Italian, so I did that for Excella. 19. First fandom you wrote for?  Batman. A long time ago. 20. Favorite fic you’ve written?  One, not yet published - violent and with torture, but which deeply explores the Weskers and which I will publish hopefully by the summer - and Lamb of God, for the sex scenes and the relationship between Alex and Albert. I'm not sure who to tag, so anyone can use it freely! @judasiskariot @vesperene @tacky-tramp @junotranscends @omgbarbiegurl @doctor-hannibal-wesker @irithyll-writes @joanna-lannister

[mammameesh]

Tag nine people you want to catch up with/get to know better.

tagged by @ramonaflow, @raspberryconverse. @jesuisici33 and @obsessedwithdavrick

Last Song: Got You, Noah Reid ,

Last Movie: Bottoms. I highly recommend it. It's funny, quirky and queer.

Currently Reading: Outside fanfiction? RWRB re-read.

Currently Watching: Lately been on a Black Lightening kick.

Current Obsession: probably RWRB fics?

let me tag some of my new mutals @letloverule1111, @adinarj. @onegirlandherpenwriting, @mrs-f-darcy, @omgbarbiegurl, @characterassassination-at-9am; @bl-anche73; @hey-holtzy, @68henley

[virtie333]

You are the Patron Saint of Strength, Endurance and Beauty. Also Minor Saint of Horses lol

💙💙💙

[renee-writer]

The Heart Don't Lie Chapter 78

A/N Most of this chapter is the always amazing work of @omgbarbiegurl . Give her some love y'all.

AO3

A woman ran through the woods in a mad run, tugging her child behind her.

“Come on dear, we’re almost there!”

 

Fear was the driving force behind her midnight run, not normal fear, but pure unadulterated terror.

 

She turned quickly and then ran toward a hill.

 

“Mama Bees!” The child shouted.

 

“Yes darling, Bees. They will help us, don’t worry.”

 

Once the pair made it to the top of the hill, she looked out over the tops of the trees.

 

She could see light blooming in spurts. Their pursers were quickly coming upon them, she had to act now, or it would be the end of both of them.

 

She tugged the necklace from around her neck and wrapped it around her child’s neck.

 

“When you get to the other side, you tell anyone that speaks to you that you want to see Dr. John Morrison. You say that name over and over, nothing else, just that name. Do you understand?”

 

“Mama-”

 

“Shush! Repeat that name.”

 

“D-D-Dr. John Morrison.”

 

“Yes, his name is Dr. John Morrison. He will help you; just show him the necklace and tell him my name.”

 

“But you’ll come too!”

 

Tears filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. “I’ll be with you, even if you can’t see me.”

 

She looked over her shoulder. It had to be now.

 

With a cry, she shoved her child against the large stones, not flinching when he disappeared.

 

“I love you darling.” She whispered softly as a large crowd descended upon her.

 

 

The child woke up at the bottom of a hill, a large man was standing over him.

 

“You alright there?”

 

The child blinked his eyes.

 

“Dr. John Morrison.”

 

“Who? What? Just say still, I called for help. You’ll be okay.”

 

“Dr. John Morrison.” The child mumbled as his eyes slid shut again.

 

He woke up again in a strange room with a woman in white fussing over him. There were strange and loud noises surrounding him.

 

The woman in white smiled at him.

 

“Hello sweeting, welcome back.”

 

“Dr. John Morrison.”

 

“Oh yes, you have been saying that name for a bit. He is coming, might take a bit but he is coming.”

 

“Dr. John Morrison, he’ll help.”

 

“Indeed he will poppet.”

 

The man known as Dr. John Morrison arrived a bundle of nerves.

 

He had no idea why a random young child was asking for him.

 

Unless it was something related to the…incident a few years back.

 

But it couldn’t be.

 

The ends of the Earth had been searched, and a trace had never been found.

 

But now…

 

He took a breath as stepped into the room that he had been directed to.

 

He didn’t speak, just stared.

 

At the child that seemed to be expecting him, waiting almost.

 

John smiled.

 

“Hello there, I’m Dr. John Morrison, you have been asking for me.”

 

The child nodded.

 

John stepped into the room and to a chair.

 

“And you are?”

 

The child smiled.

 

“Mathieu Andrew Morrison.”

 

He is dreaming about the past. A sigh at seeing his mama again. It is so real he can smell her scent, a type of floral, almost rose smell. He wakes gasping, understanding the message. He needs to talk with his father.

 

“You love her?” Andrew nods.

 

“I love her very much. More then I ever imagined loving anyone.”

 

His father smiles. The lad had been a shock. This son that he searched high and low for, not thinking to look in the past. Hearing his haunting tale and how his mama meet her end, it twisted his gut and made him more determined to see to the lad, protect him. Love now, that is one thing he can’t protect him from.

 

“The lass feel the same?”

 

“Aye father, she does. I know I am not her first love but I want to be her last.”

 

John smiles. Despite his rough start, the lad turned out brilliantly. Smart, sweet, compassionate, strong; he is all he can ask for in a son.

 

“Brilliant. Then you must tell her. Everything.”

 

“Father, I worry she will think me insane.”

 

“If she is the right one, she will accept it and you. You cannot enter into a marriage under the shadow of a secret this big.”

 

He knows he is right.

 

He had to tell Rose the truth about himself, it was just simply plucking up the courage to do it.

 

He didn’t want her to think he was crazy, or accuse him of putting on some show.

 

It was his Father that gave him the final push he needed.

 

“If you want to build a life with her, it can’t be on a foundation of lies. If she truly loves you, truly, she will accept all of you.”

 

It didn’t make It any easier though.

 

He decided to tell her as they sat in the Great Room at Lallybroch.

 

They were just having Tea and chatting when he set down his Teacup with a clang.

 

“Whoa easy there, that was my Great Great Grandmother’s Fine Bone China. Legend has it, she buried it away so the English couldn’t get it after Culloden. Then couldn’t find it, so she practically ripped the property up digging for it.”

 

“Clearly she did.”

 

“Nope! According to Legend, my Great Grandfather stumbled across it when he was just a wee laddie. He thought it was treasure and buried it under the house to find it again, and never did. Grandda was the one that finally found it when he decided to build a barn and had to dig up the area. Found it in the brown canvas bag tied up with rope to look like just a sack of something or other.”

 

They both laughed and he took her hand.

 

“What’s on your mind?” Rose asked gently.

 

“I wonder…would you ever want an engagement ring?”

 

“Hmmm, that would depend on who was offering.”

 

“If I should?”

 

“Then it would depend on the ring.”

 

“I want to offer you one, but before I do, I need to tell you something.”

 

“O-kay.”

 

Andrew cleared his throat.

 

“Well when I was a little lad, my Mam took me on a trip. We climbed this huge hill and all I heard were these loud noises, cries of pain and sorrow almost. The next thing I knew, I was falling down a hill. When I got to the bottom; my Mam picked me up, made sure I was okay, and then said: ‘This is our new home. People are going to seem strange here, pay it no mind and say nothing.’ So I didn’t.”

 

Rose sipped her Tea.

 

“Go on.”

 

“So we walked to this little town, maybe an hours walk from the stones. My Mam got a little Cottage and we lived there happily for a long time until she was accused of being a Witch. Then she ran with me…told me to ask for John Morrison…shoved me against these stones…found myself in a strange room…and then met Dr. John Morrison, my Father.”

 

Rose had not said anything, just sipped her Tea.

 

When he was done, silence filled the room, the only thing breaking it was the ticking of a Grandfather Clock from the hall.

 

Rose set down her cup and looked at him, an unreadable look on her face.

 

“Your Mother’s name, was it Laura?”

 

Andrew frowned. “Yes why?”

 

She didn’t answer, simply grabbed his hand, and drug him up the stairs to the second floor.

 

She took him to the end of the long hallway where dusty portraits sat on the wall.

 

“Give me a boost.” Rose ordered.

 

Andrew didn’t hesitate, he wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted.

 

“I know you’re here somewhere, come on. Ah ha!”

 

She grabbed a portrait down, and when Andrew lowered her down, she shoved it in his face.

 

“Is this her?”

 

Andrew took a step back, blinking.

 

His Mother’s shy, sweet smile looked at him from the clearly antique painted portrait. In a brass name tag along the bottom of the picture was the name: Laura Ann Morrison.

 

Andrew nodded. “Y-Yes.”

 

“Come with me.”

 

She grabbed his arm and yanked him down the hallway to a door on the left, still holding the portrait.

 

Rose didn’t knock, or stand on ceremony. She simply opened the door and stomped in.

 

“Daddy, we have to talk.”

[bitbybitwrites]

I really should change some of these banners . . because its always more than 6 sentences with me . . 😂

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Here are a couple of things for ya all: 1 Klaine and 1 RWRB selection for you under the cut:

Another snippet from my RWRB fic, Puppy Love

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Henry blushed ( way too prettily in Alex’s opinion).  “I . . just help out here.  It’s really Pez -  He was the one who helped get this place off the ground. I don’t do that much. “ “Don’t belittle yourself, H.” Alex said as he stepped closer.  “I can tell these folks here like you, look up to you.  It’s a vibe.  I can feel it.”  Alex sidled up closer to Henry, slyly grinning as he slipped a hand to Henry’s waist, letting his fingers curl in that soft, sweet dip that he’s been aching to touch for so long.  Henry shivered a little at the warmth of Alex’s palm, the closeness of him. “I . . I just want these kids to have what I never got . . .” Henry said softly.  “My father died before I could come out to him.  My mother is just  a shell of herself since he passed.  It was like I had lost two parents that day he left us.  Of the remaining family, only my sister Bea is supportive.  My brother Phillip is a knob and spends way too much time with my homophobic grandmother to remember that I happen to be his brother as well.” ‘H . .” Alex frowned, he didn’t like that slight tinge of sadness he heard in the other man’s voice.  “ Well, fuck ‘em.  Not Bea of course.  She sounds amazing.  But the other two.” His fingers gave Henry’s waist a supportive squeeze.  “At least you have your sister and Pez . .  the folks who live and run this place . . and, well, me.”  He flashed Henry sweet, shy smile. Henry’s heart swelled as he leaned closer to whisper.  “ I have you, do I?” “For as much and as long as you want me, baby.”

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And this part of the next chapter of my Klaine epic: If I Can Make Your Heart My Home

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Blaine’s arms reached out towards the other side of the bed.  His eyes popped open as his fingers felt the cool bedsheets next to him. No warm body as he expected. No Kurt. His heart started racing as the panic started to set in. It wasn’t a dream.   It couldn’t have been.  Blaine’s body bore witness to that. Did Kurt leave? Again? The scent of cinnamon slowly wafted through the  open doorway, causing Blaine to clumsily fall out of the bed and rush out of the room, down the stairs and to the kitchen. Breathless, he jogged through the doorway, stopping short at the sight of Kurt, wearing his bathrobe, bending over to take something out of the oven. “You’re here.” Blaine said, surprised and relieved at the same time. Kurt chuckled as he placed the hot metal tray onto of the oven to cool.  “Of course I’m here, “ he said over his shoulder, all the while shaking his head.  He took the oven mitt off his hand and tossed it on the counter.   “I’m here and you’re . .” Kurt said as he shut the oven door and turned around .  He blushed as he saw Blaine. “You’re . . . you’re . . naked.”

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Rosy Cheeks

Day Two!

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All time favourite character poll.

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Hidden Thoughts of Laughter

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The Heart Don't Lie Chapter 80

A/N Many thanks to the amazing @omgbarbiegurl for the first few lines.

AO3

“Time Travel through stones? That sounds like some story from the ancient Highlands.”

 

“There was once a story my Da told me about The Woman of Balnain. But I always thought it was just a story.”

 

Claire stopped pacing and smiled. “Clearly, it was not.”

 

“Aye clearly.” She shakes her head again.

 

“How are you so calm about all this?”

 

He grins. “Weel Sassanach, growing up in the Highlands, the place full of mysteries and wonder, it is easier.”

 

“That makes sense. Even with all my travels, this is a lot.”

 

“Aye,” he pulls her against him wrapping his arms around her belly, “what bothers me most isn’t the time travel, it is the idea of my ancestors kicking her out with a bairn.”

 

She sighs, resting her head back against him. His gentle heart is one of the many things she loves most about him.  “Is there a way to find out?”

 

He hums against her. “Been thinking about that, there may be. Brian kept meticulous records. Going through them might answer the question.”

 

“What of Andrew? Does this new information change your mind about him being part of Rose’s future?”

 

“No, it makes me even more sure about him. He didn’t have to say anything, you know. Took a risk in doing so. Were we to think him crazy, or worse, were Rose too. But he wanted honesty. That is impressive.”

 

“I agree.”

 

His hand has been moving over her stomach as they talked. Now he stops and frowns. She senses the change in him.

 

“What?”

 

“Claire, are you with child again?”

 

She starts and laughs, thinking he is joking. When he stays still, not joining in, she turns and meets his eyes. “You’re  serious?”

 

He takes her hand and places over her lower abdomen. “Aye.”

 

She hasn’t fully lost the weight from carrying the twins but… under her hand was a firm bump. Tiny but there.

 

“Goodness! My cycles have been off since they were born. I just thought.. Heavens, I need to take a test!” she meets his eyes, “Are we happy?”

 

In answer, he takes her lips and leads her to the bed.