thank you to @afiendishthingynisba for the tag! from the kindred spirit sequel:
Pearce doesn't look fazed. He simply continues breathing heavily and leaning on TK's doorframe and taking up space in a place TK doesn't want him to. "I was out training in the fields—"
"So you thought you'd come dripping at my door?" he drawls, unimpressed. There is only one man in the world he ever wants to see sweat, and it's definitely not him.
"Ha, you're quite funny in the mornings. Anyone ever told you that?" He wipes his forehead with his arm, displaying what TK has to admit is quite the set of muscles. "I was thinking you and I could get breakfast before the games today."
Before he can ask why Pearce would want to do that, he enters his room uninvited. TK takes a quick glance outside, but neither of the typical guards are at their posts.
"I had the help sent away," Pearce says, not even bothering to look over his shoulder. "No worries about safety—" he pats his hip, where his sword is tied to his belt— "I would't let anything happen to you."
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hey guys, just letting yall know im not dead. also, the 4th part of my spn fic (yknow. the one I posted one single chapter of last october? yea sorry about that lol) is currently in the process of being betad and the later chapters will be released very soon! read chapter one here.
If you would like me to tag you whenever I update a fic or post a snippet, go ahead and either leave a comment/reblog telling me so, or shoot me an ask and I shall add you!
without further ado, here are some snippets of things I'm working on!
from chapter 6 (you've read that right, 6!) of no es de piedra el pastizal:
It's funny, he thinks, that his family fights monsters for a living, yet Carlos can't even handle being gay.
He'll probably be kicked out of the wrestling team. He knows that at the very least Westley will beat the shit out of him if he sets foot in that locker room again. And he wouldn't be surprised if kids at school are talking already. The quiet, nerdy kid with the weird family who barely managed to make his weight class randomly skipped school. He can imagine the rumors.
Worse, Westley's probably told a bunch of his friends that Carlos is a perve. Why did he have to go and commit social suicide? He should've just kept his mouth shut.
Of course, his dad doesn't know any of this. He didn't even ask about the bruise on his face—yet. He was more mad about Carlos ditching class, and how it would ruin his future if he flunked out. Then Carlos had the bright idea to tell him he would just be a hunter and skip going to college entirely, problem solved.
And that had led to his father announcing to his mom that tonight would be Carlos' first hunt. He was initially confused, then excited, then incredibly disheartened. All they're doing is staking out a campsite near where a shapeshifter has been spotted recently. Ana and Louisa's first hunts had been exciting outings. Of course Carlos' first would match the kind of hunter he's destined to be: a disappointment.
from the (yet to be named) kindred spirit sequel:
"Very well, TK." He cocks an eyebrow. "No secret love affair for you, then?"
TK almost narrows his eyes, but then he realizes how suspicious that might seem. He just doesn't understand why Pearce is caught up on this. Maybe he really isn't as careful as he thought. "Why do you ask?"
"It's just a rumor I heard on the way here, is all," he says casually.
It's only then TK realizes just how low Pearce's hand has dipped down his spine, mostly because the gaudy bracelet he wears is digging into his back. The pieces click into place. It's not about Carlos at all. Like always, it's about Pearce.
Of course, that's the moment they spin around and TK sees Carlos now has a clear viewpoint of the two of them. Of how Pearce is touching him, and is leaning in closer and closer.
And Carlos is watching all of it.
Ever the obedient knight, he has his feet glued to the floor. He hasn't moved an inch from where he's standing. But TK can see it in the small tells he's learned to pick up on: the way his hand rests naturally on the hilt of his sword, as if he's ready to go into battle at any given moment; the way his nostrils flare as he steadies his breathing; the way he leans ever so slightly forward, like he wants to come over. The most obvious sign is the storm in his eyes, which TK gets the full force of when they lock gazes. Carlos is fuming.
TK forces himself to look away, back at Pearce. He's been asked a question, after all. It's not like he can avoid it any longer. Guilt floods him, but he can't let it reach his face.
"No," he says, trying to hold onto his cool demeanor. He forces a smirk that he knows for a fact is not reaching his eyes. "No, there's no one."
And Pearce's hand dips a little lower. "Surprising," he says, "and very interesting."
from my BTHB fill for the prompt: Bedside Vigil
Dios te salve, Maria, llena eres de gracia—
The fist swings again, dead ringer for his nose. It crunches for the second time, and God, if Carlos thought the first time was painful, this is infinitely worse. He cries out, but it's not much more than a strangled sound. He keeps praying.
El Señor—
Another swing. Blood drips from his brow to his eye, from his nose to his lips.
El Señor es contigo. Bendita tú eres entre todas las mujeres—
Another swing, and Dios, por favor, si puede oírme, déjame. Déjame en paz. Déjame morir. He thought it would stop hurting by now, but it hasn't. He doesn't even know when he started to pray, but it was probably around when he couldn't think past the scarlet and crimson haze that's descended upon him. It's something that's instinctual, the only familiar thing he can hold onto at the moment.
He thinks of TK and Jonah. His mother. They'd be horrified, if they could see his face. He knows he must be completely unrecognizable by now. He thinks of his father, whom he assumes he'll be seeing pretty soon. What would he say? Would he be proud of his son for dying for his morals, or would he call him foolish for not just giving these people what they want?
Y bendito es el fruto de tu vientre, Jesus. Santa María, madre de Dios—
"What do you say, Carlos? Feel like talking yet?"
He jumps in the chair, because he hadn't noticed the woman getting close to him. He can barely see her through the blood in his eyes, can't tell the expression on her face from the way his vision's blurring. Still, he shakes his head. "No," he says, and it comes out as a gargle. A glob of blood spills from his lips.
and finally, a snippet from Like a Telenovela, my most recently posted fic
"TK? TK! Baby, talk to me."
He thinks of the last date they'd gone on. Carlos had taken him dancing at one of their favorite clubs. They didn't go clubbing as much as they used to, and they'd discovered that it might not be their favorite thing anymore. That was okay with TK, because throughout the night, he had still gotten to see Carlos smile. He holds onto that image now.
Warm lips pulled back against perfect teeth. Bright lights dancing inside of brown eyes. He kept laughing at a dumb joke TK had made. It seems so silly now. So perfect. What he wouldn't give to go back to that moment.
"I..." TK forces himself to breathe as deeply as he dares. "I'm here."
He hears a sigh on the other end. "I'm almost there. Do you think you can hold on for two minutes? Just two."
Carlos sounds like he's begging. Bargaining with him. TK hates that, and he hates it more that it's his fault. "I'm not g-goin' anywhere." His teeth chatter helplessly. "S-stayin' r-r-right with you."
"Right with you," Carlos echoes like a promise.
TK realizes he's crying only because the tears he spills are hot against his face. He doesn't want to die here, is terrified to die alone and like this. He presses down against the wound again. The towel is completely saturated in a dark red, and his hands won't stop shaking. He feels weak.
Hold on, he wills himself. I have to hold on.
Even so, his vision continues to darken.
"No," he mumbles to himself, trying to hold on. More blood trails from his lips. The phone falls from his grip. "Please, God..."
if any of this has caught your interest, just know there's more on the way! (and consider heading over to my ao3 page which is full of good ol' tarlos whump) also, thank you to @actuallylemon and @afiendishthingynisba for tagging me today :) yall are the best!
and one more thing- if you have something to share for this fandom, i encourage you share it! take an open tag for this snippet sunday!
I loved reading 'like a telenovela'. And I am very curious about the sequel of kindred spirit. Can you share more about it?
of COURSE I can!!!!!!
I don't want to spoil too much yet (especially since this early on, the plot has the chance to change violently over the course of writing it) but I can reveal a few things so far.
Currently, I'm planning on releasing it in parts rather than chapters (basically instead of 4-6k word long chapters, I'm writing longer portions that are aiming around 10-15k per part; they'll still be released with the "chapter" tool on ao3 ofc). I'm doing this because I want to try my hand at making a more thematically coherent plot, so each part might be exploring somewhat different themes or expanding on them. This might change in the future, but at the very least i knew from the beginning I wanted to have longer chapters.
I'm also excited to announce that I'm trying to use more characters from the canon of the show (which I tend not to do sometimes in my aus; looking at you spn series). Finding a way to make all these different characters relevant is a pretty interesting exercise. such major side characters include: Pearce, Sadie, Dennis Raymond, and Wyatt and Marlene.
The third thing I'm working on is expanding on TK and Carlos' dynamic. I find I really like writing about a spoiled TK getting Carlos wrapped around his finger, and then becoming all pouty when Carlos doesn't give him what he wants. It's a really fun way to push and pull at their motivations. I've been trying my hand at exploring that with more nsfw scenes as well.
Without too much being spoiled, I can say for sure that this fic will contain a lot of feelings of jealousy (especially from Carlos), a whodunnit mystery, and some very magical manipulation tactics (particularly towards the very end). I think the main reoccurring theme so far is being careful what you wish for. as always, there will be whump! >:) I wouldn't be me if I didn't include some.
I'm hoping to release a new snippet tomorrow for wip wednesday!
believe it or not, i have something to Post! thank you to @actuallylemon and @heartstringsduet for the tags. hopefully this will be a late addition to spooktober? 🐺
He turns to flag down the waitress, but a pressure in his side makes him freeze. The man has whipped his gun out faster than TK can blink. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, mutt. Not unless you want a silver bullet through the heart." He clicks the hammer. "Or better yet, I'll shoot a round in that pup of yours."
TK physically feels the blood drain out of his face. His heart begins to race. "What?" falls from his lips before he can stop himself.
"Jonah, isn't it? Goes to Silverpoint Elementary. Cute kid—or he would be, if he wasn't a fucking wolf." With his other hand, the man pulls out his phone. The screen displays a photo, slightly grainy and taken from a fair distance, but unmistakably of their front yard. It's from a few days ago, with Carlos on the porch, beer in hand, watching Jonah play in the mud. They have no idea they're being photographed. "You think we didn't know exactly where you lived?"
been trying to write a little every day! a snippet for today, from the kindred spirit sequel:
TK and Carlos exchange a look. Young love, he mouths at Carlos, waggling his eyebrows. It really hits TK now exactly how young. He's pretty sure Wyatt only just came of age a few months ago.
Carlos pulls him in, lips brushing against TK's, not quite kissing. He teases, as is his right—TK has teased him quite a bit these past few days. "You know, I wasn't expecting this when you told me you'd 'see me later'."
"Are you disappointed?" he asks, voice husky. Alone time for them has been so rare; perhaps Carlos was looking forward to something else.
But his lover smiles. There's excitement in his eyes, and TK knows that he's mirroring it. Change is right here, within the four of them. It's manifesting in connection between people who are not allowed to be so close to each other and yet have beaten the odds anyway. It might not be enacted for years yet, but now that each of them knows they're not alone, TK is certain that it's coming. It's inevitable. One day he's going to show every soul in this kingdom exactly what Carlos means to him, and he won't feel one ounce of fear for it.
thank you @smallbirdrising for the tag! one of these days im not gonna post my wips at the last second. more from the kindred spirit sequel:
Pearce's lance slams into the small space between the front and back of his chestplate. There's so much force behind it that it splinters and breaks. All Carlos sees is a flash of light from the stone of his stupid bracelet, blinding him as he's thrown off Crema, ass over tea kettle.
He goes crashing to the ground and suddenly he can move again. Carlos can immediately tell that the hit wasn't legal, and that it's done damage. He stares up at the sky, willing himself to breathe. For one terrifying moment, his lungs won't cooperate.
oh tarlos whump fans~~~~ it's time for another @badthingshappenbingo fill: Organ Theft! naturally a canon divergence of s4e15: Donors. enjoy >:)
Like a Telenovela
Summary:
"I'm promising it now. Any day, every day, as long as it's with you."
He feels Carlos lean in, hovering right next to his face. Now is the time TK needs to open his eyes and prove Andrea right—their love is a fucking telenovela, and Carlos is going to kiss him awake like Sleeping Beauty, and they will get their goddamn happy ending. He puts everything he has into opening them, every thought and hope and microscopic muscle into getting his eyes to open—
But they don't. And Carlos doesn't even see any of his efforts.
hello hello! take a wip from me today from the kindred spirit sequel! (and thank you to @actuallylemon for the tag)
"What was that about?" TK doesn't hesitate a second longer to get in his space. He cups his cheek. "Carlos, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," he says, removing TK's hand from his face so that he can hold it instead. A smile—brave and fake—flickers on his lips. "I had a nightmare, was all. They were... overly concerned."
Because you woke up screaming! TK wants to shake him. A wave of frustration rolls through him. They can't go on like this. He nearly gave TK a heart attack.
"That is the last time you lie to me," he growls. "You're done protecting me from the truth."
Carlos seems at a loss for words. "TK—"
TK steps away from him. If Carlos is going to jam this distance between them, then he'll be the one to make it physical. "You have these nightmares. You won't tell me what they're about. Fine. I don't need to know." He glares. "But I know you don't trust those two. Tell. Me. Why."
Carlos groans. "Why are you being so difficult about this?"
"Difficult? I'm the one being difficult?" TK scoffs. "Would you look at yourself, Carlos? You run yourself ragged constantly—you don't sleep, you barely eat, you must always be alert—but Lords forbid someone try to help you. Lords forbid someone cares enough to get you to stop and slow down." Beneath him, small tremors shake the ground. Roses, red as blood and much too thorny, sprout at his feet in small bushes. If he's not careful, they'll spread to the other tents. If he's not careful, people will hear him raising his voice. TK doesn't give a damn about being careful. "You are so full of shit. Difficult? No. I'm doing my best to love a man who won't fucking talk to me about his problems!"
going to try to be more consistent about posting for the time being!
