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Hello!!

I hope all of you have a wonderful time for the end of this crazy year! Here is the posting schedule for the upcoming three weeks, I'll have some time to write during the holidays, right before exam season strikes in January, so hopefully we can keep this rhythm up through January and February!

We're also welcoming a new character that I'll be adding to the masterlist! Because I have no self-control, and am going to hell for this... hope you like it! :D

Wishing all of you a merry Christmas for those who celebrate, and a happy new year! Hope you like the new fics!

19/12/2023 - The Car Trap

Hozier x Reader, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst with a happy ending, friends to lovers, oneshot

Summary: You're offered a job in Switzerland, and you're ready to accept it. It would offer you a new beginning, a way to forget about the love you have for your best friend. But a trip through a snowstorm with Andrew might change everything...

22/12/2023 - Chapter 23 for Something Good

Ben Barnes x Reader, Professor AU!, angst, fluff, slow-burn, enemies to lovers, on-going series

Summary: Coming out of a divorce and trying to get used to being a single mom, while teaching your classes at University, you thought your life could not get more complicated than it already iss. But when you are asked to take care of the theatre club with the colleague that you really can’t get along with, you realize that everything can still get ten times more complicated in your life. And when you start actually liking Professor Barnes, the troubles only grow exponentially…

25/12/2023 - Home For Christmas

Hozier x Reader, fluff, nothing but fluff, oneshot

Summary: Andrew is on tour during the Christmas season. Unless... he's got a surprise for you on Christmas Eve!

28/12/2023 - Black Dog Neighbour

Sirius Black x reader, enemies to lovers, fluff, requested by @nobodyshomearchive for my 6k event, oneshot

Summary: God, you hate that guy next door. Bloody annoying neighbour with his noisy motorcycle, his loud friends, his annoying laugh, his charming smile, his amazing hair, his effortless way to sport sexy leather jackets. He’s insufferable, you hate him to bits. The fact that he’s a talented wizard who can magically change into a dog to guard your door when your ex comes bothering you again will not change your first impression in the slightest, by the way. You still hate him to guts. Probably…

31/12/2023 - Chapter 4 for The Last Ones on Earth

The Darkling x reader, angst, fluff, on-going series

Summary: You and the Darkling are a team, even if no one knows it. Beyond being a team, you are the only one he trusts, and he's the only one you care about, and you're each other's true love. But if you've kept your secrets hidden for a long time, now that the Sun Summoner is fighting against you, it's time to reveal who you are, and what you are capable of...

03/01/2024 - Pink Helmet

Sirius Black x reader, friends to lovers, angst, fluff, requested by @wolfmoonmusic for my 6k event, oneshot

Summary: You get jealous on a night out with your friends, because Sirius is flirting with some random girl at the bar. Your anger is about to cause a chain reaction that will bring unsuspected consequences… for the better.

06/01/2024 - When We Were Lying

Hozier x Reader, angst, friends to lovers, fake dating AU, angst to fluff, oneshot

Summary: Your ex is attending your family gathering for Christmas and there is no way you're going to face that alone. Of course, you drag your best friend into this, and he's too smitten with you to say no when you ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend. Although, the fact that you both have feelings for each other might end up being a problem...

09/01/2024 - Chapter 6 for You and the King

Caspian x reader, Sequel to The King and You, angst, fluff, on-going series

Summary : After meeting Caspian in your own world, you decide to follow him to Narnia, your love for him too strong for you to keep your old life. But as you discover the magic of Narnia, you soon realise that this extraordinary world is as dangerous as it is magnificent. Will your love for Caspian be enough to defeat your new enemies?

12/01/2024 - Bookshelves

Ben Barnes x reader, fluff, domestic bliss, requested for my 6k event, oneshot

Summary: Nothing’s better than reorganizing your bookshelves with the love of your life on a crispy autumnal afternoon…

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wowbright · 2 years

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Fic: Forever’s Not Enough Time

Klaine/CC Valentine's Challenge: Day 10 prompt song, Anyone by Justin Bieber.

Words: ~2750 words

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: A dinner with the sister missionaries leads to a flirtatious duet.

A vignette in my Mormon!Klaine universe. This one takes place after Clues I Didn’t See and before Losing My Sleep.

My Mormon!Klaine Masterpost.

Notes: (1) The photo is from the sealing room of the LDS Temple in Port-au-Prince, Haiti. I mention the reflections in the double mirrors in the story and wanted to provide a visual. (2) This one was hard, because I apparently neither think nor talk like Justin Bieber. But I worked in little bits of the lyrics here and there. Have fun hunting, if that's your thing. (3) Here’s the video for The Circle of Our Love, which appears toward the end of the story. (4) As always, I welcome questions, typo identification, feedback on German spelling/grammar, and encouragement!

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“Do you think that orange cola counts as one cola or half a cola?” asked Schwester Rose halfway through dinner, staring longingly at the dregs of soda at the bottom of her glass.

“Half. It’s literally fifty percent orange soda and fifty percent cola, isn't it?” Blaine said, always attentive to Schwester Rose’s concerns. He looked especially dapper today in his brown tweed suit and the new matching necktie and pocket handkerchief set he had picked up on a recent visit to their favorite consignment store in the Altstadt. His hair was meticulously styled, but with a little less gel than he usually employed, so that it retained just enough volume and bounce to tantalize Kurt and make him want to dig his fingers into it.

Kurt, however, knew that the special attention Blaine had given to his hair had been for Schwester Rose’s sake, and not his. It was their last dinner together before her transfer away from Ingolstadt. Usually, the transfer would have taken place at the conference, but a travel delay meant that her replacement wouldn’t arrive until tomorrow.

Kurt liked Schwester Rose. She was pleasant and energetic and a good counterbalance to Schwester Wilde. But he didn't think he would miss her. It was against mission rules to keep in touch with an active missionary after they’d left your area, and if you missed every missionary that you had to part ways with, you would spend your whole mission moping around.

Blaine, on the other hand, was going to miss Schwester Rose. Kurt wasn’t oblivious. He’d noticed the way Blaine always laughed at Schwester Rose’s jokes, and how bubbly they both got whenever they talked about cats or Disney movies or memory verses, and how perfect they were for each other with their shared, irrepressible positivity. Kurt was fairly certain Blaine’s crush wasn’t overly serious—not the kind of thing you had to bring up with the mission president—but given time and attention, it could blossom into something much more. Kurt wouldn't be surprised if Blaine and Schwester Rose got back in touch after their missions were over and he ended up getting a wedding invitation soon after. Hopefully, Kurt would be over his companion by then, and his heart wouldn't break too severely when it came time to sit in the sealing room and watch as they kneeled at the altar, their reflections in the double mirrors stretching out into eternity.

“My mother worked in restaurants for many years,” said Schwester Wilde, “and she says when they were out of Spezi, they would mix it on their own with two-thirds cola and a third orange soda. So I’d say it counts as two-thirds of a cola.” She paused and looked at her own drink, still half full. “You could order another one and we could split it in half, then we wouldn't go over one each.”

Kurt loved being a missionary. He really did. But when he got home, he would not miss the nitpicky rules, nor the nitpicky discussions that ensued from them. It was time to put his zone leader hat on. “A caffeinated soft drink is a caffeinated soft drink, people. I know none of us were expecting the new rules, but now that they're in place, you have two choices if you want to drink more than one orange cola a day: split hairs ad infinitum in order to try to justify yourself according to the letter of the law, or admit to yourselves that you don't think the new mission rule is inspired.”

All three of his fellow missionaries turned to look at him, their eyes wide.

“That’s strong language,” Schwester Wilde said.

“It’s intentional,” Kurt replied.

Schwester Rose's expression turned contrite. “I wasn’t … I wasn’t trying to be disobedient,” she said, her voice wobbling slightly. “I was trying to figure out how to be obedient.”

Kurt hadn't meant to make Schwester Rose feel bad. Especially not in front of Blaine. Ugh. His companion would think he was a total jerk now. Kurt gentled his voice. “Schwester Rose, I wasn't trying to be harsh or critical of you. The truth is, I don't care how many colas you drink each day. But you know what the memorandum said. It said ‘no more than one regular cola or other caffeinated beverage per day.’ Now, if you have prayed about this and don't feel that Heavenly Father wants you to follow the new rule, or wants you to taper down to the new limits, that's between you and him. I won’t interfere. But if you have that witness, I want you to rely on that witness—not on rationalization. One of the most important skills you can learn on your mission is to trust the guidance you receive from the Holy Ghost.”

Kurt caught Blaine beaming at him out of the corner of his eye.

“Oh, it’s not the Holy Ghost,” muttered Schwester Rose dejectedly. “I just really like orange cola.”

“Here,” said Schwester Wilde, “As my special going away present to you, I will create a custom-made decaf orange cola for you.” She slid out of the booth and went over to the counter, and came back with two bottles of decaf cola and one of orange soda. “This round’s on me.”

The missionaries drank up what was left in their glasses and let Schwester Wilde be their soda jerk. The stuff wasn't bad—not quite the same as a Spezi or Mezzo Mix, but still tasty. And Schwester Rose was back to her usual effervescent self, chatting brightly and making Blaine smile and laugh. And maybe that last part hurt a little, but the pain of it was outweighed by the warmth in Kurt’s heart from seeing his companion happy.

Kurt would totally be able to let Blaine go when the time came.

“What was up with the timing of that memorandum, though?” Schwester Wilde asked. “Why didn't President Steele announce it at conference? Especially considering how detailed it is. Plus, he could have cleared up any questions about orange cola.”

The memo had been detailed. It read:

No caffeine pills.

No medications containing caffeine except by prescription from a licensed medical professional.

No energy drinks, shots, or powders.

No coffee or tea in any form (e.g., no chocolate-covered espresso beans or other coffee- or tea-containing candies, desserts, ice creams, supplements, etc.)

No regular cola or caffeinated beverages stored or consumed in the home.

No more than one regular cola or other caffeinated beverage per day outside the home, not to exceed 500 milliliters.

Soft drinks, regardless of caffeine content, should only be consumed with meals. Missionaries may accept soft drinks outside of meals only where politeness dictates, for example, offered when visiting a home and water is not available as an alternative.

“I can only assume that he didn't receive his prompting until after the conference was over,” Kurt said, stirring his drink with his straw. He so wanted to share the bit of gossip he’d gotten from Elder Saint James, but he must not give in to the inclinations of the natural man. As zone leader, he was supposed to set a good example for the other missionaries. And as smoldering as that little tidbit was, like a hot coal bouncing on his hands that would be such a relief to toss out into the open, he needed to be valiant and endure its heat.

“Yeah, but why didn't he receive his prompting before conference?” continued Schwester Wilde. “Don’t you find that a little ... Suspicious?”

“Schwester Wilde, you are not being subtle,” said Schwester Rose. “You are clearly hinting at something.”

Schwester Wilde took a neat sip of her drink, her lips two thin lines on either side of the straw. “I think something happened at conference. And I think we all witnessed it.”

This entire time, Kurt’s foot had been bouncing beneath the table without him even being cognizant of it. He lunged forward excitedly and lowered his voice to barely above a whisper. “I heard Elder Clarington has been popping caffeine pills.”

“Oh, thank goodness!” said Schwester Rose, smacking herself on the cheek. “I was worried he was having a nervous breakdown. Or on cocaine!”

“Shhh!” hissed Kurt and Schwester Wilde simultaneously. You couldn't have missionaries of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints shouting about cocaine in a public establishment.

“But then why did he got promoted to assistant to the president?” whispered Schwester Wilde.

Blaine, who had been silent throughout this part of the conversation, piped in. “I think sometimes people get chosen for a calling because they’re prepared for it. But sometimes people get chosen so that the calling can prepare them.”

The sisters furrowed their eyebrows at him.

“You know, for higher worthiness,” Blaine said. “Didn't you two have people in your young women’s groups who were sort of on their way out of the church, and they got appointed to leadership positions to help keep them in?”

“No,” Schwester Wilde said. “Because that's stupid. Why would you put someone incompetent or uncommitted in a position of authority?”

“I'm not saying I would,” Blaine said. “But the Holy Ghost might? I mean, if you have that kind of leadership position, you have to constantly check in with the person above you. Elder Clarington will now be working directly with President Steele on a daily basis, and President Steele can keep an eye on him and support him in his struggles.”

“I suppose the Lord works in mysterious ways,” Schwester Rose said.

“I guess,” said Schwester Wilde. “But I heard, back in Utah where he comes from, if you've been assistant to the president, you can get hired for pretty much any job. It doesn't seem fair that Elder Clarington is padding his resume when this is really a demotion, not a promotion.”

“No, it doesn’t seem fair,” Kurt agreed. “But we all came here to serve, right? Not to become assistant to the president. Besides, it’s not like he’s working alone. His new companion will share the responsibilities, and I think Elder Saint James will do a good job. He’s more … relaxed then Elder Clarington.”

The conversation moved to lighter things, like favorite Disney princesses and musical numbers. Soon, it was time to walk the sisters to their bus stop and go their separate ways to evening appointments.

“You know what I want as my parting gift?” Schwester Rose said, doing a little hop of excitement as they left the restaurant.

“More decaf orange cola?” Kurt said.

“No.” She rolled her eyes playfully. “Remember that movie we watched on Easter? Saturday’s Warrior? It was so cute! And the songs have been going through my head over and over, but I've only heard them once, so I don't know if I have them right. But you and Elder Anderson seemed to have every single one of them memorized when we watched it. And I love both your voices so much. Sing one of the songs for me! Pretty please!” She tugged on Schwester Wilde’s sleeve, like a little girl begging for candy, even though it was surely Blaine’s sleeve she wanted to tug on. But it was against the rules for sisters and elders to touch each other outside of handshakes. Sometimes a companion had to suit as a body double.

“What do you want us to sing?” asked Kurt. “The missionary duet?”

“No, that song is stupid. One of the pretty ones. Like the one where he's painting in the park, or the one where he’s in the premortal existence with his girlfriend …”

“You mean, I've seen that smile somewhere before?” Blaine sang the lyrics, his eyes meeting Kurt’s in both invitation and challenge.

Kurt was never one to back down from a duet. “I've heard your voice before …”

This song. Kurt had loved it so much when he was a kid. Even though he didn't believe in fate, it was romantic to think that soulmates existed, that the person you belonged with in this life was someone you had been with in the premortal existence. When he was just a little boy, he would daydream about singing it with an older boy he’d met at the Hill Cumorah Pageant, about to go on his mission. Spencer had been so handsome and sweet and kind, asking Kurt to show him how to sew on a button and letting him tag along beside him wherever he went, and he’d had the friendliest eyes.

But eventually, Kurt had figured out he wasn't supposed to feel that way about other boys. The song had taken on a bittersweet edge. When Kurt sang it, he could no longer think of himself as one of the dueting lovers.

The circle of our love is more than just a rising sun that sets;

the circle of our love, it goes forever.

But the way Blaine was singing with him now—his expression sincere and warm, and his voice full of emotion—Kurt felt like maybe he was allowed to inhabit this song. That maybe soulmates and eternal love could be real, even for him.

Maybe it was true. Not in the way Kurt wanted it to be true, but true nonetheless. Blaine loved him deeply, and even if that love would never have the physical expression Kurt longed for, it was intense and real. Maybe it was eternal, too. Maybe, even without a sealing in the temple, friends could be reunited in the afterlife.

The circle of our love extends beyond the reach of time,

Beyond the span of days and years, it goes forever.

Why did the celestial kingdom have to be limited to heterosexual couples and their progeny? Earthly life provided such a rich network of relationships; it didn't make sense that we would lose them in heaven. Maybe heaven was more like earth than Kurt had previously imagined. Maybe there was a place for friendship there. Maybe friends, too, could be together and dream together and create worlds together.

The circle of our love is found in every warm and tender thing

that lips may breathe or hearts may beat, forever.

I love you. That's what Blaine was really singing. I love you. I love you. I love you.

He’d been hedging on it before. He knew he loved Kurt, but he wasn’t sure how much.

Now, he knew.

Kurt was meant to be the only one Blaine would ever love, in this life and the next. And even then, forever wouldn’t be enough time to show Kurt the extent of his feelings.

As Blaine sang the words to Kurt and heard them echoed back, he felt the rightness of them. That this exact moment, hearing Kurt sing about love and eternity, was the moment he had waited for all his life. The moment when he would find his eternal companion.

This wasn't a crush. This wasn't temporal love that ended in either betrayal or death. It could be infinite, if Blaine didn't shy away from it.

The circle of our love begins with now—

Now. Now. Eternity begins with now. It hit Blaine like a bag of bricks: I've got to tell him.

Blaine's love for Kurt was the greatest gift God had ever offered him. It opened the door to paradise. But if Blaine didn't do anything about this gift, if he kept quiet and wallowed in the fear of Kurt rejecting him, the door would close.

The prospect of confessing his feelings was terrifying. Kurt might say that he loved the church more than he loved Blaine, that forever wasn't possible between two men, that the physical intimacy Blaine longed for was sinful and depraved.

But it didn't matter. Blaine needed Kurt to know he was the only one Blaine wanted to ever love. He had to give Kurt the choice to accept that love or reject it.

Because that's what you did when you loved somebody, wasn't it? You let them make their own choices. God had modeled such love in the plan of salvation: giving people free agency so they could decide between good and evil, so they could choose to love him or to turn away from him.

If Blaine did nothing, he would be throwing away God’s gift of eternal love before even trying to unwrap it.

The circle of our love begins with now and every promised dream;

In God's eternal plan, it goes forever.

So he had to do something.

It was just a matter of what and when.

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