#blam fics

[lifegrowsfromashes]

Scar stares up at the moon, from where he lays down in his bed. Grian’s across from him, muttering into the darkness, laying on top of the covers and tucking his head into his wings.

The air smells like dirt.

He thinks of the past day. Of the shouting. He wonders whether Grian will talk to him tomorrow.

He didn’t mean to lose a life. he never does, but something always happens. Grian knows he’s not as strong as the other hermits, but he still refuses to recognise it, and always expects more from Scar than he’s able to give. It was once they’d gotten to the desert that his face became harder, that something began to set behind his eyes.

He sighs. The perfectly arranged checkerboard of stars stare back at him, silent. Grian’s snoring, but just a little. He wonders if avians usually snore.

Scar breathes in the smell of their dirt house, and wonders whether he’ll be able to make it up to him.

He was joking around, when it happened. The sand was getting into his armour and he felt creaky all over. He’d known it was getting to Grian, but hadn’t realised the extent of his annoyance. Communication was… never a strong point.

They had started getting snappy with each other, at about midday. Scar’s limbs were aching, and he needed to rest, but Grian kept talking about how there were no torches around here and if they stopped now, they’d get eaten alive. And Scar didn’t want to think about that, so he tried to tell a joke, and Grian went all tense and funny, and said, through gritted teeth, ‘you’re seriously making a joke right now?’ and he didn’t have time to see the creeper coming up from behind him.

Something had hardened in Grian’s eyes. The urgency when he told him to run. The enchanted shine of his diamond sword coming out of its hilt.

Scar hadn’t realised. The sand had slowed down his reflexes. Once he turned around to fight, he only heard a hiss, and then- white.

The funny thing about dying here was that you didn’t feel the pain, specifically. It’s more, like, God, this should hurt. But nothing comes. Just a choice, to keep going, or to leave. 

Scar hated the artificiality of it. Death always felt so- unreal. For some players, it was the end of everything, but to him, it was more of a reminder. A taunt. He knew he'd never last long enough to escape its clutches.

When he came back, he felt lighter. Emptier. Something, some intangible thing, had withered his soul, a little. He looked up at where his nametag resided to see it was a sickly yellow. And then, coming over the dune of sand- Grian. Sat there, in the crevice the creeper had made, sorting his belongings into a chest.

Grian’s fists were curled tightly over the lump of gold in his hands. The totem. The totem Grian had told him, over and over, to use in an emergency, to keep by him at all times. The totem Scar had stored in a shulker.

Scar did his best to pick everything up off the floor, and to sort it all out into his inventory, But Grian had such a tight hold on that totem of undying, and when Scar asked for it back, Grian’s eyes began to shine with tears. And then he started shouting. 

It was all the usual things. Scar didn’t react fast enough, Scar couldn’t pull his weight, Grian was always picking up the slack, and why couldn’t he last longer than five minutes? And didn’t he know he’s only got three chances, and he’s already down to two? 

Scar got pretty good at taking it. The thing was, he knew the reason why. the real reason. 

Grian hated watching him die.

But he’d never say that. Instead they were trapped in this loop of Scar messing up, and Grian exploding, and him doing everything, everything he could, to fix it.

Usually, Mumbo would be the one to sort out their differences. Mumbo would tell them somthing to calm him down, something easy, about their explosive personalities. 

Scar wonders where he is, now. After the Warden had appeared, anyone who was able to survive that first attack had ran as far as they could. They hadn’t heard anything for the other Hermits for- well, it had been too long to tell.

Scar turns over to face Grian again. He looks so peaceful when he slept. There's still that fire, though, behind his eyes, the memory of his voice scorching Scar’s ears. But, as Mumbo said, that was how you knew he cared. Scar knew he cared. He just wishes he could show it in a way that was less… aggressive. He feels like the only way he could find out how Grian really felt about something was through fighting. And, God, he's so tired of fighting.

[doyelikehaggis]

7 Days of Scarepairs: Blam | Blaine Anderson x Sam Evans (Glee) + “Vampire”

Requested by Anonymous

"I have to compel you. If anyone found out-"

Sam stared back at him, his eyes as big as saucers. "Who would believe me? I don't even think I believe me."

"Trust me," Blaine said gravely, "plenty of people around here would believe you, and that wouldn't end well. For anyone. It's not just me."

Sam got out of his chair. "Wait, there are others? Like, here? In Lima?"

Reluctantly, Blaine nodded. He knew shouldn't be telling him any of this. It was too much of a risk. He should compel him now, like Mr Schue told him to.

But then he caught a glimpse of Sam's face. He was grinning from ear-to-ear as he sank back into the chair and shook his head. He looked up at him.

"This is so cool."

"It's really not," Blaine tried to protest.

"Dude, you're a freaking vampire!" He glanced around them, his face taking on a more serious look as Blaine motioned for him to keep his voice down. "Sorry. It's just... I don't understand. You're this awesome, supernatural being with awesome powers. You're like a superhero."

Every disadvantage and negative side to it rolled right back down Blaine's throat. His mouth quirked and Sam's grin widened.

"I guess, in a way..." he said, his brow furrowing. "Wait, you like superheroes?"

"Are you kidding? I love them," Sam said with barely contained excitement but, to his credit, he managed to keep control of his volume. His eyes grew impossibly wider and he was out of his chair again, standing in front of him. "Could I be your human sidekick?!"

The answer to that question should, undoubtedly, be a resounding no. Letting him keep his memories was bad enough. But actually involving him in any of it? Mr Schue would never let it slide.

He opened his mouth to shoot him down, but... he just couldn't bring himself to do it. The truth was, it was a pretty lonely existence. He'd only been a vampire for two years, but he barely had anyone to talk to anymore. His parents didn't want to know him. It was better they forgot about him entirely and went on pretending he had actually died that night.

Even his brother was better off like that.

Sure, he had a few friends at Dalton, and they knew what it was like, but... he was still really lonely. They had all gotten used to in their own ways, but he never could. Mr Schue was always telling him he couldn't have human blood because of the ripper gene, so he couldn't exactly tag along with David and Jeff when would sneak out.

He never even talked to Kurt about it because he thought it might freak him out too much, with all the history between witches and vampires, and now he wasn't even there anymore anyway.

He felt completely alone, even in his own world.

But here was Sam, looking at him like he was the coolest person he had ever met. Asking to be his friend. He wasn't afraid of him or what he might do, not like everyone back at Dalton or Mr Schue.

"I'm sorry." He sighed as Sam's face fell. "It's too dangerous. I need to make you forget all of this."

Sam pressed his lips together and nodded. "Can I just ask one thing? Don't take everything away."

Blaine opened his mouth, already shaking his head, but Sam lifted his eyes to him, freezing him to the spot with his next words.

"Leave the part where we met today."

Sam took a deep breath and nodded one more time, letting him know he was ready, even if he wasn't really. And he wasn't the only one.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't make him forget.

Worse than that: he didn't want to.

[aloera]

aloera oh my fucking god (<- just woke up to the notification of a new aloera fic posted (r/offmychest) and read it immediately ofc)

aloera OH M Y G O D

aloera OH MY FFUCKINJ GOF

anyway ty for sharing you are the captain of krbk fics to me it is literally a law of nature that i will read the fic as soon as i see the notif i d o n o t c a r e what is going on irl i will sit in the corner with my phone and READ do not talk to me so yeah. ty lol <3

you are. so sweet shut up i had the same oh my god reaction reading this... this means so much to me!!! i appreciate it so much!!!! i am so grateful that we r all unfortunately still stuck in the krbk pit even in 2024!!!! mwah <333333 thank u sm for reading im glad you enjoyed it

[buildarocketboys]

Also resharing this Blam Halloween fic that I wrote last year, I'm quite proud of it so check it out if you're interested! 🎃👬

[samgelina-jolie]

Random opinion but I dont want Hopper to be reinstated as police chief at the end of s5, I want him to just be some guy who came back from the dead and has a weird bald kid now and suddenly hes married to Joyce Byers??? Everytime someone asks him what happened he tells them a different story. Their family live in a dinky little cabin in the woods (a little bigger than before with some extra bedrooms). Joyce is the breadwinner, Hop lives off his huge annual government pay off and does odd jobs for people around town. He participates in the school's bake sales.

[katyobsesses]

The worst part of outlining a fic as a multishipper is trying to decide what ships to have 😭

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

do you have any fics where kurt is jealous of blaine and sam’s friendship?

Here are some. ~Jen

What's a Little Competition Between Friends? byHadelli

Sam is sure that Kurt doesn't like him.

It makes sense, really. He’s Blaine’s best friend, Blaine’s best friend who Blaine totally wants to bang. And also, while Sam hasn’t seen Kurt shirtless, he’s pretty sure he’s got more abs than him. So.

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All You Need is Love by KokoKitsune

Based off the prompt: Blaine calls Kurt up one evening and Blaine spills that he has a crush on Sam, Kurt feels jealous but he lets it go since he has no right anymore, but he assumes that when he visits Blaine wont like Sam anymore and he lets his jealously take over and starts insulting Sam and Blaine. Blaine calls him out on it and they fight.

~~~~~

Dude, Where’s My Tent? by vosje and beatlebun

Trying to get away from the city, Kurt finds himself stuck on a campsite with Rachel. Luckily, also with cute (shirtless!) and seemingly dating neighbors Blaine and Sam.

Here is part 2.

[volivolition]

Is the Wip game finished? Can I still ask for stuff? If I still can, can I get a snippet from the one that give me the most rot (meet the parts)? If no, then I'm just swinging by to say hi how are you doing? <3

HI RED!! thank you for swinging by, im doing better than earlier!! my ear is getting better and im eating pizza :]!

okay so TECHNICALLY it's no longer wednesday, but i LOVE spoiling my fics so of COURSE you can have a snippet from Meet the Parts hkjh <33 you are always free to ask anytime, i will always be happy to share bits of my stories <3 AND SINCE THERE'S NO RULES I CAN SHARE MORE THAN THREE LINES!! here's like, a whole React Speed thing i just wrote :]

LOGIC – Along with Coach and Sparks – Flighty and Fingers too, I suppose – they're why you have trouble sitting still for long periods of time. The attention deficiency disorder... Or are they exacerbated by it? I still haven't figured out which is the cause and which is the effect...

REACTION SPEED – Point is, we got zoomies! Can't sit still. Always more to do, more to see, more to say.

YOU – "Are you why my leg is always-"

REACTION SPEED – Bouncing, yep! Fingers tapping, hands flapping, feet moving, words flying- hey, if you had wings like me, we'd never be touching ground.

YOU – "You have wings?"

KIM KITSURAGI – He jots this down with an interested hum.

REACTION SPEED – Yes! Books, what- which animal–

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] – You have the hovering wing type of trochilidae – hummingbirds, colloquially – with their ability to rotate their wingspan at the shoulder and elbow joints to create maximum lift. However, though you exhibit some iridescent feathers associated with the birds, your wings also connect to membranes, which share the Voronoi tessellation of the species anisoptera, the common dragonfly.

REACTION SPEED - Yeah, exactly! I'm a hummingbird and a dragonfly. Both of 'em. :)

[lusthurts]

desperately trying to find a way to make the blamtina friendship canon to the how bright we burn universe

[genghisthebrain]

attention wednesday/glee fans

denial and rain have the same smell. I like to toast them over a fire and then drink them in a milkshake. if you like humour, chatfics, crack, denial, fluff, etc etc etc, then you like me. read my fic. it's good I swear

[lifegrowsfromashes]

Grian can taste Death.

The metallic, cast-iron taste of Death, lingering in the back of his throat. The schizophrenic visions of Death, in the corners of his eyes, flickering like static.

Death follows Grian, like the last thing that’ll stay with him. His friends can get sick of him, his enemies can disappear, but Death, Death remains. And Death is out for him.

He can’t let his friends help; can’t let them get in the way. This fight is between him and the End, only. So, no, he won’t let Scar save him. And no, he won’t let Scar run off, like he’s trying to right now.

They’ve been keeping their distance from each other over the past few days, but Grian can tell when Scar’s planning something. He’s been unpacking less and less, when they settle down to sleep. His agreements to Grian’s plans have been more and more reluctant.

So, yeah, okay, Grian’s been hard on Scar recently. But Scar doesn’t get it. 

Ever since that incident, with the creeper, he’s kept his guard up. He can’t let him go down to red. And, okay, maybe shouting at him and calling him useless isn’t the bast way to do that. But- If Grian doesn’t save him, doesn’t tell him what to do, he knows that Scar will die. 

And he cannot let Scar die. Not again.

So cannot let Scar run off, like Grian knows he’s trying to.

He tries to confront him, when they’re settling down to sleep, in the dirt house. 

Hiding behind his wings, Grian shares across at Scar. The wide, jagged lines of burns raise the skin over his face, distorting his eyes. He’s staring up at the stars. 

“Are you going to leave?” The words startle Scar out of his stupor, and he looks across to where Grian’s laying on top of his sheets.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve seen you, these past few days. Since that creeper. You’ve been unpacking less and less.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m going to leave.”

“Well, what- what about the way I acted? The way I was, with you. After. Didn’t you think- you’d be better off alone?’

“No.”

Grian tenses. He watches Scar’s eyebrows knit together.

“Is this your way of trying to apologise? Because it’s not working.”

“I just-“

“I’m not leaving, Grian. What do you want me to say?”

“Well-“

“That you’ve been acting like a dick? That you haven’t been taking my feelings into account? That your brashness hasn’t just jeopardised me, but both of us? I know this is stressful and I know it’s scary, but we have to work together on this. There’s nobody else we can turn to. So no, I’m not going to leave you. And you’ve got to stop thinking like that.”

Scar’s breathing heavily, now. His voice is raised. They both turn towards the door, and watch for something to happen. And then he sees it. 

The shriek. The death call. 

The darkness.

[doyelikehaggis]

"You wrote me a song?" for Blam!

TW: mentions of "Shooting Star"

Blaine isn't surprised when he finds Sam alone in the auditorium at lunch. He's been steering clear of the cafeteria nearly all week, and he's pretty sure it's for the same reason that he's been claiming to have an identical twin.

Sam lifts his head when he hears the side door close, and Blaine smiles. He walks over and pulls himself up to sit beside him on the edge of the stage, guitar in his lap. Blaine offers him a muffin that he snagged from the cafeteria after doing a sweep of it and realizing that Sam wasn't there. Unsurprisingly, Sam shakes his head.

"Okay," Blaine says gently, and he places it in the small gap between their thighs. Just in case. He then nods at the guitar. "Am I interrupting...?"

"No, no, it's cool," Sam says, running a hand through his hair. "I was just messing around. Marley talking about doing original songs for Sectionals just got me thinking, which I've been trying not to do a lot of, but I thought that working on a song might help clear my head a bit."

"That makes sense," Blaine says, watching him stare blankly at the empty seats. "Did you come up with anything?"

Sam just shrugs. "Not really. I started trying to write down everything I was thinking, but then it all got jumbled, so I started writing something else instead." He meets his eyes, finally. "I kinda wrote it for you."

Blaine is taken aback. "You wrote me a song?"

"Yeah, you know, like that song that Bernie wrote for Elton," he says, resting his arm on his guitar with a shrug. "Except I obviously can't call it 'Your Song' because that's probably got some copyright infrigement or something. But, basically... last week was terrifying, and it made me realize how important everything is, especially people. You're my best friend and like the most important person in my life, and I guess I just wanted to make sure you know that."

He doesn't know what to say. He doesn't even know if he can speak and he's afraid to try in case all that comes out is the wave of emotions flooding him and threatening to drag him under. He presses his lips together then parts them again to give it a go as his eyes sting.

"That's... the nicest thing anyone has done for me," he breathes out, and his voice betrays him with a quiver. He tries to laugh it off, but for some reason that only brings another wave of emotion crashing down on him. "Thank you."

Sam sets his guitar aside and pulls him in; Blaine crumbles as he wraps his arms around him and holds on for dear life. He can feel Sam doing the same as he inhales a sharp, halting breath before burying his face in his shoulder and hugging him tighter. He could squeeze all the air out of his lungs (and he nearly does) and Blaine wouldn't care.

"I love you, Sam."

His heart squeezes, and he knows he shouldn't have said it. They both know he means it in a way he shouldn't. But he doesn't care, because he needs to say it, and he needs him to hear it.

After a second, Sam sniffles, then he murmurs, "I love you, too."

It doesn't matter in what way. It doesn't. Blaine hears those words and has never felt them so sincerely, and that's all that matters. He knows he is truly loved, and that's more important than anything.

He tightens his arms just a little more, and Sam does, too.

When they know they should probably let go, Sam breaks the heavy silence between them and says, "You haven't even heard the song yet. You might hate it."

Blaine chuckles as he pulls back; there are still tears shining in his eyes, blurring the lights of the auditorium but he blinks enough to keep Sam's face in focus.

"That's true," he jokes. "Maybe you should play it, then."

"What, now?"

"Well, yeah. We still have about ten minutes, we're in the auditorium and you have your guitar, so, I don't see why not." Widening his smile, he tilts his head and says, "Come on, Bernie."

"Okay, but it's not completely done yet, so..."

He picks his guitar back up, throws him a hesitant glance, and then he takes a quick breath before begining to play. Blaine sits and watches, and he listens as he starts singing. His heart follows along, but with every word and glance, he falls even further.

Send me a glee ship and a prompt <3

[buildarocketboys]

Wrote a tiny lil Blam fic inspired by a conversation me and @judasisgayriot had earlier. Just a cute little getting together ficlet while I work on bigger more angsty stuff 😅 Enjoy!

"Dude," Sam says, approaching Blaine at his locker. "Come here, I've got something to tell you!"

Blaine furrows his brow. "What's up?"

Sam shakes his head. "No, dude, it's... it's kind of a secret. I need you to come closer."

"Okaaay," says Blaine, leaning in, trying not to think about how close those lips were, how easy it would be to just turn slightly and kiss him. Don't think about it, Blaine, he thinks to himself. He's just going to whisper in your ear.

Then Sam turns his head, pressing his lips half to Blaine's cheek and half to his lips. Blaine's brain short circuits. He barely registers Sam looking at him very seriously for a second, before he breaks into a smile, then turns away with a whoop, launching himself down the corridor giggling, attempting to jump and spin at the same time and almost knocking over Puckerman's brother.

"Dude, leave the dancing to me huh?" Jake says, and Blaine burbles out a laugh, unable to do anything else. He glances around and sees Tina across the hallway, looking at him, the shock in her eyes mirroring his own.

And then he's sprinting down the corridor to catch up with Sam.

"Dude," he says, although the platonic endearment catches in his throat as Sam turns to look at him. "What the hell-" he realises people are staring and lowers his voice. "What the hell was that?"

Sam looks adorably confused. "What was what?"

"You know," Blaine says, wondering for a moment if he had imagined it. But no, Tina had seen it too. "The kiss."

"Oh," says Sam, and is that a blush rising up into Sam's cheeks? "Well, uh, I kinda like you. And I was thinking, since I like you and you like me, maybe we should date? If you want?"

"W-what? I mean- No, seriously, what?"

Sam's definitely blushing now, looking down at the floor. "I mean, like I said, you don't have to. It's fine if you don't want to. I just thought it could be cool, you know?"

"No, yeah, I mean, I definitely want to!" Blaine says, and then winces, wondering if he seems too eager. But he's not the one who just kissed Sam in the school corridor. "Wait, you aren't punking me, right?"

Sam looks downright offended, which is probably fair. It's not Sam's fault that Blaine is hopelessly insecure. "No, dude, of course not! I would never do that to you!"

"I know, I know, I just...so...we're dating?"

Sam grins at him, a new grin, a little shy, a lot happy. "We're dating."

"Guys, I'm happy for you, but can you stop standing in the doorway of the choir room and either go in or go make out under the bleachers?" Tina's voice breaks the spell they're under, and Blaine blushes.

"Um, yeah, right," he says. He offers Sam his hand, heart in his throat, and Sam takes it. Just like that. "Shall we?" he says, and they enter the choir room hand in hand.

[micahdotgov]

im thinking of rewatching glee so someone needs to put me down like a lame horse

[tarthigrade]

hey lol

read my blam fic? pretty please? 👉👈

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45595039

[blue-lollipops-and-ice-clouds]

Page 103! I repeat, I have WRITTEN TO PAGE 103. OVER 50000 WORDS OVER 100 PAGES. HOLY FUCKING SHIT MY DUDES!

The last time I wrote this much was in high school! TEN YEARS AGO!