Title: THE SECRET
Rating: M / NC-17 (for the Seblaine sex)
Pairing: Sebastian / Blaine; Sebastian / OMC; SeBlaine
Genre: Dalton!AU; Hurt & Comfort, Angst, Romance, Smut
Warning(s): Non-Con, Slut Shaming, Thoughts of Suicide, Incest, Death of OMC (NONE of these are Seblaine); First Time
Word Count: 13,300
Summary: Everyone has a secret.
Comments: If you can only read one fic of mine, I’d say this is the one to read. I rarely like my work but I do consider this one my best work. Please note the first 4 triggers listed above are found in the large italicized section (and the short section before that) and you can skip it if you want. The non-con and slut shaming are NOT Seblaine. This is a fic about secret, overcoming the demons and recovering; it’s also a fic about closure. Special thanks to mothergoddamn for beta-ing this. I had to go to some rather dark places to write this fic so I really hope you like this. To my dear readers, if you like this, please reblog and rec it! Thank you.
kurt/blaine: alternate universe in which your soulmate’s name appears on your wrist
Kurt’s name appeared on Blaine’s wrist the Monday after he flew back from New York.
He cried for a day straight, and didn’t leave his room until Friday.
Blaine’s name appeared on Kurt’s wrist a week later, when the wounds were still fresh and the pieces of his heart were still scattered, and he hadn’t been able to pick them up just yet.
Summary: thisisseriousamaninadressisdead prompted: Fluffy Klaine after a day of nothing going right. Rated NC-17, 3,810 words, includes shower sex with a blowjob, handjob, and brief hints of comeplay and intercrural. Future fic set in 2016.
Acknowledgments: Many thanks to Nikki and Valentina for their support, encouragement, and reassurances that this doesn’t completely suck.
fffffffffffffff the worst part of not being around tumblr as much recently is that I miss things like this! this was so sweet and hot, and I just adore Dianna’s writing style! read this!
ifmusicisthevictim asked you:
drabble prompt: Rachel walking in on Blaine in the apartment wearing nothing but an apron.
“No, because all men are stupid, and I’m sorry Kurt, you know you’re the exception, but the rest of them-” Rachel shakes her head and closes her eyes, arms stiff by her sides and fingers splayed as she breathes in deeply through her nose. When she speaks again her voice starts high and gets lower as she goes on. “The rest of them can go to hell. I never want to see another one, or touch another one, or, or sing with another one for the rest of my life, and that’s final.”
Kurt rolls his eyes fondly, unlocking the door.
et mentem mortalia tangunt, robert frobisher/rufus sixsmith, cloud atlas
6th - viii - 1930
you’re asleep. Don’t know why I’m telling you, you know it better than I do, & all that. It’s three in the morning and everybody sensible is in bed. Yes, you were always the sensible one, don’t remind me, I know that one off by heart. Your skin smells like the orange grove. I smell like brandy and Pater’s cigars. Fifteen-love.
Last night you told me that you loved me. Heard those words before. Never believed them.
Corsica’s nothing like Cambridge, is it? Your hair is red in the sun. You’re speaking Latin in your sleep. Pinched one of your cigarettes, know you won’t mind. Don’t judge me too harshly for this in the morning. Know you won’t mind that either.
You love me, eh? Well, we all have our vices.
Anonymous asked: 1950s!klaine taking photo booth pictures, inspired by these pictures
“Won’t it look… suspicious?” Blaine asks, shifting from foot to foot. Kurt rolls his eyes.
“Only if you stand there drawing attention to yourself, dummy. Get in here.”
That seems to do it, and Blaine ducks into the photo booth with Kurt, sitting next to him on the bench. Kurt reaches across Blaine to tug the curtain shut, and suddenly they’re alone, just the two of them, even if they can still hear the faint chatter of shoppers moving around outside the booth.
Kurt slides closer to Blaine, until their shoulders are pressed together and Blaine’s glancing up at him, smiling slowly. “You—”
“I know you said you wished you had a photo of us together the other day, but you didn’t want to take the risk with your dad’s camera… but we’ll get the photos right away, here. And we’ll be the only ones to see them,” Kurt finishes, reaching down for Blaine’s hand and squeezing it.
Anonymous asked: klaine with innocent!bp!kurt :D <3 thankyou
(note: this is an AU where they’re roommates at Dalton)
Blaine feels his bed dip, and he’s about to turn around when he hears a soft voice ask, “Blaine?”
He rolls over, rubs at his eyes like he’s making sure Kurt’s really sitting on his bed, and it’s not just another embarrassing fantasy that’s going to disappear when Blaine wakes up. “What is it, Kurt?”
“I- I need you to teach me how to masturbate,” Kurt says in a hushed whisper, looking down at his hands as he starts to blush.
gah, this gave me all the hot smut feels and all the fluttery otp feels
bentbackedtulip prompted: Blaine’s a bartender and Kurt’s already tipsy when he comes in
Blaine’s least favourite part of working in a bar is the people.
They rarely say please, a constant minority always ends up trying to punch someone (sometimes that someone is Blaine, big mistake), no one seems to mind spilling their twenty dollar cocktails on every single surface, and half the bar spends half the night making out with each other. The smug, not-single, sexually satisfied… paying customers.
And Blaine’s favourite part of working in a bar? The people.
Every night he gets to witness young love (of which he’s only mildly jealous) and not-so-young love (of which he’s achingly jealous) and dancing with abandon and helpless laughter and poor students shelling out hundreds of dollars just so they can buy all of their friends a drink and spend a few hours being happy.
oh my god Kurt you saucy minx. Bron, this is perfect, I just have one complaint…where’s the rest? this needs a sequel!
Anonymous asked: Junior high Klaine, first kiss
“Come on!” Mike says, tugging Blaine down into the circle of his peers; they’re all sitting, legs folded or crossed, and yet Blaine still feels immensely out of place. It probably has to do with the fact that he’s felt out of place during the entire party—he still doesn’t know why he was invited to Rachel Berry’s thirteenth birthday, only that she keeps batting her eyes at him from across the circle and making him feel very uncomfortable.
“What are we playing?” Blaine hisses, but he can see the bottle in the center of the circle and feels the dread curl up from his stomach.
“Okay, quiet! Everyone! Quiet!” Rachel stands up from her place in the circle, smoothing at her bubblegum pink party dress and beaming at them all. “We’re going to play—”
Spin the bottle.
“—seven minutes in heaven!”
Oh god. Blaine had thought it was bad, but now he thinks it is much, much worse.
wow this is so sweet I want to die
anon prompted: conversation between Kurt and Blaine after Burt sees hickeys on Kurt’s neck.
These days Blaine has vast categories for all of the different smiles Kurt elicits from him.
There’s the I just woke up to a text from Kurt, this is the best morning ever smile, xoxo.
The I just caught Kurt staring at my ass and now he’s blushing smile.
The Kurt bought me a biscotti and he’s picking bits off it from my plate like I don’t notice smile.
And his personal favourite, the Kurt just took his pants off and made it very clear he plans to go down on me smile.
Anonymous asked: first time kurt wears blaine’s clothes post sex, which is a huge turn on for blaine so he drags him back to bed and ravishes him all over again.
“We need to clean up and if I don’t move now, I never will,” Kurt groans, nose tucked into the slope of Blaine’s neck, where it always tends to gravitate to whenever they’re snuggled close like this, waiting for their breathing to even out, the sweat cooling on their skin.
“I vote never,” Blaine says, stroking his hand slowly over Kurt’s back, smiling when Kurt tries to nuzzle even closer. “You should definitely never move.”
“Mm, is that the most convincing argument you’ve got?” Kurt’s voice is still scratchy, lower like it always gets when they’ve been messing around, and Blaine feels a quick rush of heat when Kurt tilts his head to nip at the side of Blaine’s jaw.
Anonymous asked: Blaine/Kurt. age gap (Blaine’s, like, 20 years older than Kurt)
(note: this is an AU where Blaine is Kurt’s boss at Vogue and Kurt is an 18-year-old intern)
“Are you coming back to bed soon?” Kurt asks around a yawn, leaning in the doorway of the kitchen. Blaine feels his stomach clench at the sight of Kurt, all sleepy innocence, wrapped up in a white bed sheet even though his pale chest peeks out where his arms are crossed.
this is me going to my happy place :3
anon prompted:badboy, cheerio and boypussy
“hey good lookin was cookin”
kurt heard the high pitched whisper but couldnt see anyone
“wat” he said confusedley
“down here bb”
kurt looked down at his bowl of cereal
was that cheerio wearing a tiny leather jacket????
he squinted closer
is that a vagINA??
kurt bitch slapped the bowl of cereal letting the milk and stuff make a giant mess on the floor
2 early for this shit
Misc. Notes: Soulmate AU
Word Count: 4.8k (this part)
Status: Multipart - WIP
Summary: It gives a whole new meaning to “tugging on your heartstrings.” Soulmates doesn’t mean love and love doesn’t mean soulmates; when you’re lucky, the two things are one and the same.
[ AO3 ]
Just read this last night and it’s so good so far! I keep meaning not to read WIPs, but you know how it is~. So two parts are out at the moment and it’s like, nooooo what happens next, but when a story does that to you, you know it’s good. And what I really like about this, which is also what I like about Something To Sleep To (also by this author), is how slow it builds. I LOVE ME A SLOW BUILDING STORY. Anyway, the writing is great and it makes you feel all the emotions and I can’t wait to see what happens next!
this is future!fic because i’m feeling reeeeeeeeally sappy and indulgent right now. also, um, in my head rachel was their surrogate and helped them take care of the baby for the first couple of months and so that explains that. /o\
“Shh,” Blaine says as he paces, cradling the baby’s head to his shoulder, rubbing slowly over her back. “Shh, shhhh. Wouldn’t you rather be sleeping than crying, sweetheart? I know I would,” Blaine mumbles, and his heart gives another sad twist as she lets out a particularly loud wail. Blaine closes his eyes and tucks his chin carefully next to her head. He thinks he might be the worst father in the history of fathers.
“Blaine?” Kurt asks groggily, leaning in the door frame of Abigail’s room a few minutes later while Blaine is trying in vain to sing bits of any lullaby he can recall to her.
Blaine gives Kurt a sad look and blurts out, “I miss Rachel’s breasts.” Kurt starts to smile knowingly, then, stepping forward into the room, and Blaine continues. “I think they had magical baby-soothing powers and I tried to give her a bottle and she doesn’t need to be changed, I checked, and—”
it’s just so sweet…