Fic: Hand of Sorrow (SeBlaine) - Chapter 2 (NC-17)
Title: HAND OF SORROW
Rating: M / NC-17
Ships: Sebastian / Blaine
Genre: Angst, Hurt / Comfort, Multi-Chapter
Word Count: ~15500 to date
Warning: Sex, dub-con, brief mention of character deaths (in the beginning)
Summary: Blaine Anderson was a Tribute from District 7 who caught the attention of Sebastian Smythe, a prodigy from Capitol. When Blaine unexpectedly won the Games, little did he realize that his and Sebastian’s lives would now be intertwined and that there would be sacrifices to be made.
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A/N: For those of you who are tracking this on GKM, please note that the chapters that I’m posting on Tumblr and AO3 are the revised versions so it’ll be updated and different from GKM. This chapter features Seblaine’s first time and will contain dubcon element as well as angst. If you enjoy this chapter, please like and reblog. Thank you!
AU in which kurt and blaine are both cheerios, and rivals for the position of captain. inspired by this fanart. *\o/*
“Porcelain, B,” Sue said, swiveling slightly in her desk chair as she focused first on Kurt Hummel, then Blaine Anderson, “let’s not waste our time with small talk. I’m sure a pair of bright young ambitious gays such as yourselves must’ve figured out what you’re doing here.”
“Well, it’s almost the end of the school year,” Blaine said, his smile bright and eager. He picked an invisible speck of lint off his red uniform pants and then re-crossed his legs, sitting up impossibly straighter in his chair. “That means it’s time for you to name a new captain of the Cheerios, and I think everyone knew that Kurt and I would be the top two candidates.”
“Coach Sue, if I may? Blaine’s only going to be a junior next year,” Kurt said quickly, glancing at the other boy out of the corner of his eye. “With all due respect, the position of captain should really go to a senior.”
The first time Blaine holds Elizabeth in his arms, he’s speechless.
“Hello, beautiful,” he says softly, blinking back the sudden prickle of tears.
Her eyes are shut tight but she’s got light brown curly hair, and the pink blanket that surrounds her is making her pale skin look even lighter. Blaine brushes his thumb over her cheek, smiling a little when she jumps at the touch.
“Do you have any idea how spoiled you are already, little girl? We weren’t expecting you for another couple of weeks. Your room isn’t even unpacked yet,” Blaine says. Santana had been out playing pool when her water broke. Needless to say, she hadn’t been impressed.
Elizabeth stirs again, her eyes opening and closing as she attempts to adjust to the sudden light. Blaine pulls back the blanket, his heart tightening when her hand finds his ring finger and grabs hold.
“Welcome to the world, Elizabeth Hummel-Anderson. I’m your daddy, and I already love you more than anything in the entire world,” whispers Blaine, leaning down to kiss her gently on the forehead.
Fic: Not Sorry (Huntbastian) - NC-17
Title: NOT SORRY
Rating: M / NC-17
Pairing: Sebastian / Hunter
Genre: Dalton, Smut, Angst
Word Count: 1033 words
Summary: Not every single action should end with a “sorry”.
Comments: Well, this is now officially my first full-fledge Huntbastian one-shot. Don’t worry, I still ship Seblaine, the fic I’m writing just isn’t ready to be posted today. To my dear readers, if you like this, please reblog and rec it! Enjoy!
Links: Tumblr | FF.Net | AO3
ficlet: kitty!kurt versus the intruder, kurt/blaine, g
Blaine heard the crash from the kitchen all the way in his bedroom, and he sprinted down the stairs two at a time, afraid that Kurt had somehow gotten squashed under a pile of falling non-perishables while grabbing them a snack. He was cutting through the dining room when another sound hit his ears, one he’d only previously heard when Sebastian, the idiot, had tried to stealthily grope his ass — Kurt was hissing, sounding much more like an enraged dragon than anything even a little bit feline.
“Kurt,” Blaine called out as he stepped into the kitchen. “Are you oka—”
Blaine is priest named Powerwordhug and Kurt is a rogue named Picksprocket. In chat, I will just use their names to keep things tidy.
The fact that one of his closest friends is through a game that he pays fifteen dollars a month for probably says a lot about Blaine. He doesn’t really care what it says about him, because Kurt has become the best part of his day. They’re close. Like, Real ID sharing close. Okay, so that only happened three days ago and he hasn’t had the courage to look up Kurt’s Facebook or anything, but they’re still close.
Blaine is afraid that if he knows what he looks like, it’ll shatter the illusion. He’s happy with the illusion. The illusion is nice. The illusion /laughs at all of his jokes.
Fic: Guilty Pleasure (SeBlaine)
Title: GUILTY PLEASURE
Rating: M / NC-17
Pairing: Sebastian / Blaine; SeBlaine
Genre: NearFuture!Seblaine, semi-fluff, semi-humor
Warning(s): Reading!Kink (if there’s such a thing)
Word Count: 2242
Summary: Blaine accidentally stumbles upon Sebastian’s guilty pleasure.
Comments: This is a writing exercise on smut, fluff and humor. To my dear readers, if you like this, please reblog and rec it! Enjoy!
Links: Tumblr | FF.Net
Acknowledgments: Many, many thanks to Joy for the chat we had which got this brewing in my head and to Nikki for her reassurances and making me feel so loved.
Summary: They still complete one another at the end of a long day. Back to the basics; back to the start. Future fic where Kurt and Blaine are married and live in New York. 4076 words. NC-17 and a warning for barebacking.
Fic request: Sam and Blaine saving up and going to San Diego Comic Con and talking about their costumes and geeking out yes???
Sam sat on Blaine’s bed, toying with his old foil from when he was on the Dalton fencing team, while Blaine sat at his desk, an excel spreadsheet open in his laptop.
“So,” Blaine began, “I’ve got some money saved up from birthdays and Christmases, since I’m not using it for dates and gifts and-“
“Dude! Wallowing! What did we say!” Sam piped in from the bed without looking up.
“Right, yeah. Anyway, I’ve got that and you’ve got those babysitting gigs for a few of Stacy and Stevie’s old friends…”
“The Hendersons, yup. And Puck’s old pool cleaning business!”
“Sam, it’s the middle of winter.” Blaine reminded him.
“Ok, so we’ll shovel all the driveways in Lima.”
Blaine typed some information into the spreadsheet. “And I can hopefully convince Cooper to let us use some of his frequent flyer miles and…”
”.. and?” Sam sat up on the bed, looking expectantly at his friend.
Blaine slowly swiveled his desk chair around, a huge grin on his face.
“And we are going to Comic-Con!”
oh my god this is so cute I want it to be real life
Fic: The Secret (SeBlaine)
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.
fic: frenzied gray
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
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.