#multishippinfool

[adamjpark]

Hey I don't suppose you possibly talk to Guardian of Hope from AO3?

I do not, in fact I’ve never heard of them before now. Why? Are they okay? 🥺

[saraliiinn]

20 “Come on, give me one good reason not to jump in the lake.” this is so obviously lilo

“Come on, give me one good reason not to jump in the lake.”

Louis grins at him, swaying slightly. Neither of them is sober, but they’re not drunk enough to drown. The party was nice, and Liam’s still Champagne giggly.

Not that Liam’s going to take a swim outside on a cold May night. He’s not even sure why they walked this way home to their flat; it’s not the fastest and not the one they usually take.

Liam rarely says no to Louis these days, so he just went with it this time too. It most often ends up being a fun adventure.

This, though… this might be slightly illegal since the lake really is a private pool in someone’s garden.

Liam bites his lip, and eyes Louis wearily. Louis is wearing his clothes; even his vans are on his feet. For anyone else that would be a good enough reason not to jump in.

Liam knows Louis, and it’s not anywhere near something that would stop Louis.

“Louis,” he scolds in a whisper. It would be more effective if he could stop giggling, nose crinkled.

“Bet you that I can do it better than you,” Louis teases, egged on by Liam more than anything.

Well, Liam’s so close to saying yes, then. Not even sure what Louis means by ‘better’ he’s tempted to say yes.

He’s so gone for Louis.

If Louis’ thought him anything, it is to be brave. His heart beats hard in his chest, and he feels almost seasick on dry land, but he knows how to distract Louis.

He’s not sure what will come out of it, but he’s sure Louis won’t stop being his friend. He grabs Louis’ hand, squeezing to get his attention. “I’ll take you out on a date, a proper date, I mean. If you keep yourself dry, I might even kiss you goodnight.”

Louis blinks slowly, confused, and Liam can almost see when Louis realises that Liam’s serious. The smirk is telling.

“You better give me that kiss, in case I behave for you,” Louis says and wriggles his eyebrows.

Liam snorts and fakes that he’s going to push Louis into the water. Louis clings to his hand and laughs louder than he should, though the house is dark and quiet.

Liam snorts. “Just want you dry, I don’t expect a bloody miracle.”

Liam should have expected the pull on his hand, and the cold from the water when he falls after Louis. It’s a shock, but he still can’t stop feeling fond, and happy to be there with Louis.

They never let go of each other, kicking their way up to the surface to keep from sinking.

“Fuck,” Liam mumbles and shakes water from his hair. Louis is still smiling, so sure that he’ll get what he wants even though he’s been a little shit.

Louis knows him well, too.

Now that they’re both fucked, too wet for that date, Liam kisses Louis right there in the water. Louis’ mouth is warm and lovely, and Liam almost forgets where they are until someone shouts at them to get out of the pool.

They run the whole way home, and Liam’s shivering and laughing at the same time. Louis kisses him warm again.

[wipklaine]

Kublam fic: Extolled

Ship: Kublam, can be read as friendshippy, though Word count: ~2k Summary:  The Extolled are gifted creatures who can turn from their human form into something more powerful, something magical. It's the first shift that hurts them the most and Sam Evans is almost certain he won't survive his. Notes:  I don't know how to give warnings for this, so I won't. It's angsty. That's my warning. BELATED BIRTHDAY FIC FOR @multishippinfool I HOPE YOU LIKE IT I LOVE YOU LOTS ♥ Read on [Ao3]

Shifting isn't painful once you're used to it. The Extolled work their magic so the pain gets bearable when your bones get torn apart to be rearranged. The real problem is surviving the first time.

The old families are prepared. When their children grow older and the fevers start, building up the pain and the cramps, they know which herbs to use and what magic to work to help them get through the transformation. Every family has their own strategy. Some of them even poison their sons and daughters, leading them to the brink of death just so their body can go through it all without any pain.

It barely happens that a family of Ungifted receives a child that is Extolled, but it does. Occasionally. Those families don't know about the cruelty of magic and their children barely ever survive.

That's why Sam Evans knows that he's going to die when he recognizes the constant pain his body has been in for weeks as what it really is. Well, to be fair, he didn't recognize it himself. His High Lord did.

Blaine has ancient blood running through his veins. His family has been Extolled since before the beginning of the written word. Their Extolled are dragons, gryphons, manticores, all of them protectors of the realm. The Andersons are warriors and they're rightfully proud of their heritage.

Their youngest son breaks the tradition. He's smaller in his human form and the powers of his Extolled don't come from physical strength. His father, Sam knows as much, isn't pleased about that. His mother, a rock dragon herself, keeps telling Blaine that his place is just as important.

Blaine's a Phoenix. His life is defined by fire so hot it burns his bones. Almost every time he turns his body into his Extolled form it is to die and be reborn. Sam's the one who was chosen to guide his Lord's ashes. A phoenix's ashes can bring the dead back from their graves the same way his tears and his blood can heal wounds. Blaine uses that power. He sometimes spends days in the healing houses, giving as much blood as he can without passing out and Sam is always there with  him to make sure that when the cycle ends and the fiery bird takes over Blaine's body, the people don't steal what's not theirs.

Sam knows about the suffering. He knows about the burden that comes with duty. He knows that the Ungifted are also the Uncursed just as much as the Extolled are the ones making their sacrifices for the greater good. He doesn't envy Blaine for his powers and he's almost painfully aware that the young Lord more often than not just needs a friend.

It's Blaine Sam goes too when he feels weak and it's Blaine who lets a drop of his blood fall into Sam's mouth. Only that it's not helping. They keep trying for days and it only gets worse. Blaine talks to his mother but she doesn't find an explanation. There's nothing Phoenix blood can't heal and that leads Blaine to the revelation. "You're shifting."

Sam laughs and shakes his head. "I'm twenty years old. I'm five years late for anything like that and I'm Ungifted."

"I'm telling you," Blaine says and touches Sam's arm. "You're shifting. We have to do something."

It gets worse. Sam's body feels like it wants to shred itself to pieces and after a few days he's lying on the bed unable to move. His chest aches from heaving. His skin is wet with sweat. Blaine is there, cooling his forehead with wet towels and dripping herbal teas into his mouth.

"It's gonna help," Blaine keeps saying again and again but it doesn't feel like it does and Sam spirals.

"I'm gonna die," Sam says after two days of constantly thinking it.

"No, you're not," Blaine says with a calm voice and he touches Sam's cheek. "You can't. Because I need you."

Sam is too tired to feel better from Blaine's smile. "It hurts."

"I know." Blaine's hand reach for another cool towel when Sam arches up from another wave of cramps that make his body spasm. "It will happen soon. And you'll survive. And then I'll teach you everything there is to know. Kurt will be very impressed."

It's Sam's soft spot. The young healer who's usually with them when Blaine helps the sick and injured with his blood. He has skin like honey milk and eyes like an early night sky, blueish grey with speckles of gold. Kurt always makes sure that Blaine feels comfortable and he always brings Sam hot chocolate as well.

"He…" Sam frowns when he forgets what he wanted to say mid-sentence. The fever is clouding his mind. Then he remembers. "Oh. Yes. He doesn't want me. He wants you."

Blaine doesn't look surprise. "Or maybe he can't decide. Maybe he doesn't have to."

Sam feels like he should understand the meaning behind that, but he can't. He can't do anything anymore. It hurts too much. "Please, Blaine…"

The name doesn't bother Blaine. He doesn't push for his title, not with Sam. "Not much longer."

"No," Sam says and his fingers grip Blaine's shirt and hold it tight. "Please give me Nightgown."

Blaine's lips tighten into a thin line. "No."

Years ago, when Blaine shifted for the first time, he was given his family's poison and he almost died from it. The Anderson's are famous for it. Not all their children survive. But the once that do are powerful and shift without pain.

"Please, Blaine," Sam begs again. "Please, it hurts so much. I won't last like this."

Sam sounds exhausted even in his own ears and he can tell from the look on Blaine's face that his Lord knows. He will either help with the poison that might be too much for Sam's body or he will have to watch Sam die because he's not strong enough to shift. The poison at least gives them a chance.

Wordless, Blaine leaves the room and he comes back ten minutes later with a small vile filled with a clear golden liquid. Blaine smiles as he opens it. "It's very sweet. You'll like it."

Sam relaxes a little bit and smiles back. "Thank you, Blaine. For everything."

"You're welcome." Blaine sits down and supports Sam's neck while he tips the vile against his lips. "I'll see you on the other side."

Darkness takes Same after that. He's aware that his eyes close, but not of anything after that. He doesn't know that his muscles finally relax, his body cools down. He can't feel his body shift and grow. He doesn't know that Blaine is watching in awe until all is over and the magic that's been causing so much pain is released. He can't feel that the drained body of his Extolled longs to be human again and starts to shift back. He doesn't know he stops breathing when he's himself again. He can't feel his heart stop.

***

Blaine mourns his friend. He sinks down on Sam's unmoving chest and cries until he feels tired from his own tears. His tears don't help against death. His eyes fall on the Nightgown and his heart can't choose sides between rage and despair. He keeps crying, keeps mumbling quiet words to beg Sam to come back, but Sam's body doesn't get warm again. His lips turn pale and his eyes remain closed.

It takes a while for Blaine to have his moment of clarity. When he does, he jumps up and leaves the room. He locks the door behind him. The last thing he wants is for someone to find Sam's body and bring it away.

He spurs his horse on to ride hard and fast. The stallion screams when Blaine's heels hit his flanks but he's at the healing house within less than an hour. Blaine all but jumps from his horse and Kurt must have seen it from a window, because he comes out the door before Blaine can reach it. "What happened?"

"I need your help," Blaine says quickly and he tells Kurt what he needs to know.

There are questions in Kurt's eyes but they will have to wait. Time is important in moments like this. Blaine can only bring back to life what is still there. Once Sam's body starts to wither away, he won't be the same anymore.

They hurry back to the mansion, Kurt sitting on Blaine's horse behind his lord, his arms wrapped tightly around Blaine's waist. Blaine can hear Kurt crying and feel his occasional sobs, but he doesn't comment on it. He can fix this.

Together they take the stairs up to Sam's room and Blaine unlocks the door. Kurt goes in first, his cheeks wet from tears as he steps closer and gently takes Sam's hand.

Blaine watches a second. His heart feels heavy as he locks the door once more and slips out of his clothes.

"Wait," Kurt says and stands up to cup Blaine's face. "What will do this to you?"

"Nobody can tell," Blaine says with a sad smile and he quickly leans in to brush his lips against Kurt's lips. They both stare at each other for a long moment. "I've been waiting to do this for a while."

Kurt's eyes fill with tears again. "I don't want to lose you too."

"You won't," Blaine tries to reassure Kurt and he pulls him into a hug. "It might not even matter."

"What if it's your heart? What if I take a part of your brain?" Kurt starts to shake and Blaine holds him even closer.

"You won't. Everything will be fine."

Then he steps away and slips out of his pants as well. Kurt is used to naked bodies and the moment has nothing intimate. Still, Blaine wishes it could have been under different circumstances.

He closes his eyes and unleashes his Extolled. The Phoenix brakes free with flames so light they turn the dark chamber bright as day. The golden bird screeches and flutters his wings before Blaine concentrates and he heats himself up further. He reaches the point where he can't return and his own flames start to lick at his feathers. The pain kicks in a moment after that. The Phoenix screeches and burns. The bird's flesh turns black and then grey. When the fire goes out, there's nothing left, but ashes.

***

Kurt hesitates for a moment, but then kneels down and takes a spoon full of ashes to dissolve it into some water. He's still crying when he opens Sam's mouth and lets the precious fluid run past his lips. The moment the ashes on the floor start to move, Sam's heart starts to beat again. Kurt can feel it strong beneath his hand and then his friend's chest starts to move when Sam drags in his first breath.

***

The Phoenix needs time. Sam's the one who's back first. His eyes flutter open and look at Kurt confused. Kurt brushes a strand of hair out of his forehead and explains. What Blaine did. What it means.

Sam wraps himself into a blanket and Kurt leans into him. They need each other's warmth while they watch the Phoenix put himself back together. The firebird gives one last cooing sound before his magic is gone and he turns back to Blaine. Kurt covers his mouth while Sam jumps up and falls to his knees in front of his friend and Lord.

"No," Sam whispers and touches Blaine's face.

"It's okay," Blaine says and his hand covers the place where his right eye used to be. It's gone now. "I'm okay. I'm happy you're back."

Sam just shakes his head, guilt gnawing away at him. They hug each other, hold each other tight. Blaine keeps saying that it's okay. Sam keeps feeling bad.

Then suddenly they feel Kurt next to them and pull apart to look at the young healer. Kurt's eyes are sad but soft.

"I'm really happy that you're back, Sam," Kurt says while he unties the knot of his scarf. When he pulls it off, he looks at Blaine. "And I'm really happy you did this for him even when it cost you. You're still beautiful, my Lord. Even more so now. At least in my eyes."

Sam watches as Kurt places his scarf over Blaine's eye and ties it behind his head. When Kurt pulls away again, Blaine is smiling. His left eye is sparkling. The gold of the Phoenix shines through it. Sam tilts his head. Kurt's right. Blaine is still beautiful.

"Hey," Sam says when he remembers why they are in this situation in the first place, "what even am I?"

Blaine grins and ruffles Sam's hair. "A Kelpie."

"Kelpie?" Sam says with a broad smile.

"Mhm," Blaine says and scrunches his nose. "Who wants to go for a swim and ride on a real sea horse?"

"I do!" Kurt says and jumps to his feet.

"Great, because I do too," Blaine adds and pushes himself up as well.

Sam takes their hands as they help him up and he's pouting. "I want too. And I can't."

"That's because you are the sea horse, my dear," Kurt says and pats Sam's cheeks. "But don't worry, I'll have sugar cubes for you afterwards.

Sam's pout disappears at that and his eyes light up. He loves sugar. Blaine laughs and kisses his cheek. Sam can feel his heart flutter. Kurt kisses the other. More fluttering. He's a Kelpie. Extolled. Gifted. He looks at Blaine who gave an eye for him and then at Kurt. They're all smiling. Gifted.

[glazed-sun]

m, p, s

thanks!!

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you'd care to share?

i’ve got so many ideas, i don’t know where to start. that’s part of my problem! i do have a couple that i started on, though. one is an unrequited lilo fic, and the other is a timestamp for my road trip fic about louis’ life on the streets.

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an "architect" or a "gardener"? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

it depends on the story, honestly! generally i’m probably more of a “gardener” but some stories have worked better when i’ve planned and outlined them first.

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

fake dating, famous/not-famous, and really anything angsty. oh, kidfic! anything kidfic.

ask me fic stuff from here!

[outofcases]

hybryd0 on a03 for the fic thingy

1. favorite fic overall

going with a dark horse and picking a fic not on ao3 because the nouis you did with the dragons where niall got hurt is still one of my fave things on earth!!! where is the other 100k that that verse deserves!

2. something unique they bring to their fic

haha your url kinda says it all but i love the diversity of ships in your fic! it can be hard to find other people who love to write all kinds of pairings so i am v v grateful to have found you :))

3. three awesome lines/dialogue/passages

1) Harry’s face breaks into a smile that lights up his whole face and Niall can’t help but return it.  They step towards each other and the world around them slowly becomes more colorful until they reach out and touch hands.  Niall’s vision flashes again and then everything is bright and vibrant, sunlight playing across the glass in ways he never would have seen before.  It’s like suddenly discovering a whole new world.

2) “Right,” Louis sneers, blue eyes sparking.  This is exactly what Liam didn’t want, but should have expected really.  Louis strikes out when he’s hurt, always has.  “I suppose saying you love me when you think I’m sleeping is just a bit of fun too then?”

3) “Lou?” Niall mumbles, sounding dazed, but blessedly doesn’t move.  The longer Louis can keep Niall from realizing his leg is broken the better.

“I’m here, Nialler, just be good for me and stay still, yeah?”

4. what are their strengths? (ie: dialogue, characterization, plot, diction, etc)

My favorite thing about your fics is probably the backstory you manage to toss in so casually--it never feels like an info dump, and the pace at which you reveal things is really solid and never takes you out of the verse a fic is in. i love that you love tropes and aren’t afraid to play with them, too! There are so many different things you can do with fic tropes and you can just tell how much you love fic by the way you write.

5. why is their style compelling?

Your style is very direct and you don’t waste words on unnecessary descriptions but you still give a very real sense of place and time and I admire that a lot!

6. what would you love to see them do next? (prompts, genres, etc)

100K MORE OF NOUIS DRAGON AU!!! Or anything fantasy, honestly. I’m not usually into fantasy style fics but that drabble totally caught my fancy and I adored it :’)

7. what other writers do you recommend based on similarities?

my first thought was to recommend maggie @lovedyouless because of the love of tropes and @singledadniall for the similarities in ships and straightforward, clean writing style!! :D

[saraliiinn]

back, coffee, and time

Okay, this is days late. But here it is anyway. :-D

Back

“Sorry about your shirt, my bad,” Louis says, frowning when the boy shakes his head. The one thing on his mind is that he needs to figure out a way to get the bloke’s name, and his phone number too. “You like me to pay you back with dinner?” His voice tilts up in the end, just enough that it comes out more like a question than a suggestion.

Time

Sometimes he forgets that he’s not working, that he doesn’t set the rules for every person he meets, just because he’s the one that makes the final calls at work. It’s not really charming, and he really would like to charm this sweet boy.

Since I’ve not written coffee once, I’m gonna go with tea

But the piles and the tea mugs that he tends to leave all over the flat, they make Niall cluck his tongue and tell him to get a cleaner. Louis isn’t bothered, it’s not like his place is filthy, there is just stuff all over the place.

[outofcases]

my ao3 is hybryd0 and y'know curiosity killed the cat and all that ~hides~

Sorry this took me so long I basically just read everything you’ve ever posted on ao3 hahaha

anyway my fave of the bunch was mistletoe woes where louis is ace and there’s mistletoe everywhere and he is Not a Fan because it was just really soft and lovely and the ending especially was SO WARM i just loved the entire vibe of it and fics w ace characters are always so so so so so important :’)