It's been a while since I shared anything for Lockhart, and since I can't get out of this writing funk, I figured I'd finish something I started a while ago.
Summary: Marius finds the painted portraits of every past generation of Lockharts, and learns some unsavory things about Cyrus' family, along with some better things about Cyrus himself.
WC: 1,450
Summary: Will wakes up after a nightmare and goes to find the person he feels safest with. He ends up disclosing more of his grief than he intended, which leads to the discovery of another similarity between him and his godfather.
This one is a little intense because I needed to vent some feelings, so I’m sorry in advance.
TW: Mentions of past self-harm (it’s not described in detail)
7 for the Spotify writing prompt ask!
prompt from @flashfictionfridayofficial and Bloodless Heir banner by @lockejhaven
An entry on the collective feelings of the Oracean Heirs and Bastard on the passing of their mother, Queen Edrei of Oracea || Pre-Book 1 of Bloodless Heir.
WC: 850
Your faith is the blade. Your love is your weapon.
Thank you for the opportunity to showcase some Henry, because I don’t give this guy enough credit lol. I know he’s not as fun as Rio, but he brings me joy 💖
TW for mentions of blood
Haven and Reina prepared themselves for the newest installment of their jovial comedy series starring two amateur detectives stumbling into the solutions. Known as the foolhardy Stan Reynolds and the neurotic Olivia Navarro, they would travel to exotic locales replicated with creative set designs, with their current one set in space.
"Oh, Stan!" Reina's character Olivia fretted as she was held at laser point by aliens with third eyes painted on their foreheads. "Please tell me you're close to solving the puzzle!"
"Don't worry," Haven's character smirked in front of a set of square buttons on a computer. "These guys haven't met anyone with my brains before!"
"I don't know if that's a boast or a medical diagnosis! But look for any patterns, hurry!"
Stan rubbed his hands in confidence and started examining the squares. He pressed on one expecting a clear ding. Instead he got silence. The prop was a dud.
"Cut!" the director yelled. "Get the crew on that, see what's the issue."
Reina complimented the 'captors' and moved to Haven as he rested his elbows on the computer, or rather the blocky prop that looked like one to the camera. She put an arm around his shoulder and chuckled.
"Haven, when you came to Hollywood, did you expect your career to be like this?"
He smiled and looked back at her with blue eyed warmth.
"Being frank? I imagined another western."
The two laughed and reminisced over their journeys to the world of movies. Reina wrapped her fingers around Haven's hair and leaned her face against him.
"I remember thinking how small my world was before the war," Haven said. "I don't like thinking about it, but all that travel... It made me want to see and do everything. Making the most of life, I suppose."
"Hmm. My life was similar. A young girl with dreams of leaving her miserable world for the silver screen. Lush music for glamorous women and swooped up by dashing heroes. But I knew deep down the public wouldn't see me as beautiful enough for those roles. It was either comedy or bit roles."
Haven turned and saw Reina downcast and he planted his face against her back and held her.
"Reina, dear, if you were a leading lady, the competition would be unemployed."
Reina smiled widely with bright red lipstick making her look radiant to Haven. Even in her plain clothes, he was smitten with her appearance, including her sleek black hair amidst the sea of bouffant blonds. She positioned herself to face Haven and held his chin as he held her waist.
"And you don't need a writer for that silver tongue."
"Perhaps," Haven lowered his voice and looked deeply at her. "But for this moment, I might need the leading lady to give me the cue."
She leaned her head down and grinned, "Action~"
The two shared a deep kiss away from distracted eyes, and it felt like they were in their own scene, two lovers who only needed a grand orchestra to add lush strings. They were in a daze of vulnerable emotions as reality came back into their senses.
Instead, the only sound was the director yelling for the cast. Haven wiped the lipstick marks from his face and Reina prepared her gawky walk for the role. Energized from the break and the kiss, they were more than ready to continue the cheesy but profit making movie.
"And... Action!"
18+ only this story contains explicit content
Decided to pick this wip up again. Changed the MC and everything is flowing so much better. I wrote over 20k words last month just for this.
“I don’t have the strenght to know myself and keep you safe.”
This was such a nice prompt, I feel really bad for sending this insomnia-inspired snippet lmao. Apologies in advance if this is a mess, but I’ve really been needing more soft family moments.
[Took a break from PDFs to write up a bit of something for @flashfictionfridayofficial's latest prompt, #FFF139: It Doesn't Hurt . . . though admittedly, I went over. Ngl, I would love to write more about these two at some point, but that's for the WIP pile.
I'm definitely stalling because you should definitely mind the warnings for this one. (It's been a while since I wrote the Baleful Polymorph/my favorite trope, and, uh, I got carried away a little.)]
Title: They Never Tell People about Curses
Word Count: 1082
Summary: What do you do when your partner hurts herself because you turned into a dragon?
Warnings: Body horror, graphic transformation
Mirrors: Wordpress
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They never tell people about how agonizing curses are.
Mostly to show that Odea can be scary when she wants to be, because it is important that this is known.
