this one's kind of cheating maybe but 3 and 4 from your favorite fic in the cuffed verse and the wax verse
(ask meme - ask me stuff go go go)
3: What’s your favorite line of narration?4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?
jesus fuckin christ on a dildo you make ME choose between my children? all the fics in those verses are my bbs OK HERE WE GO
Cuffed Verse - “Cage Match”
The problem with being a thing, as they so obviously are, is that things come in too many different sizes: something, nothing, anything, everything. Kurt thinks about asking Blaine exactly what sort of thing they are and a quick flare of panic seizes his throat, because isn’t it too early to say? Wasn’t their first conversation four fucking days ago? At this point, does that even matter?
“I didn’t do it for you,” Kurt snaps, pulling his hands away. “I may have done it with you in mind, but this was for me. You’re not the only one with a bone to pick with those glorified-fetch-playing douchebags.”
“Okay, but there were three of them, Kurt. Three.”
“Then why would you—? I’m sorry, that was so brave of you, but also kind of stupid.“
Wax Verse (ok this one was hard, like literally how dare you) - “Howl”
narration (I really liked this whole moment okay):
Cooper had thought, after living in Los Angeles for a substantial amount of time, that he wasn’t fazed by much. Hollywood was weird, and if he could handle Hollywood, then he could handle anything. But as he sat, screaming, back flat against the wall, watching his baby brother’s body twist and stretch into a wolf’s, it was clear that he’d had no idea what “anything” could entail.
Blaine rose to his feet—no, his paws—unsteadily, swaying a little as he shook out his fur. He was black and gray, and his eyes were bright yellow beneath two triangular, lighter patches of fur—his ridiculous eyebrows, Cooper realized, laughing in shock even as the horror of what he’d just seen gripped his body. And Blaine was sort of fluffy, and not as big or menacing as a full-grown wolf would be; he was a child, still, barely fourteen years old, and he had the body of a teenage wolf cub to show for it.
Blaine whimpered, confused as he sniffed at his ripped clothing on the floor underneath him, and trotted towards Cooper as soon as he spotted him. Cooper got to his feet and ran around Blaine on reflex, not thinking, backing away—and Blaine let out a heartbreaking little howl and sat down on his back legs, pawing at the ground in Cooper’s direction.
Dr. Marquez came closer, gently turning Blaine’s face with her gloved hands. “The contusion on your forehead has healed beautifully. The little ones have faded well, too, but I wouldn’t think there’d been a cut here if I hadn’t already known.”
“Yeah, no scarring at all, it’s crazy. I’m really happy about that. Is that vain of me?” Blaine shrugs, scrunching his nose.
“I wouldn’t think you’d want memories of such a bad night, Blaine. That’s not vain at all,” she replied, and a sad smile flitted across her face before she waved a hand in the air and said, “And even if it is, who cares?”
