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lusthurts · 7 months ago

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writing meme about me!

no official tag but thought maybe time to share more about myself! mostly because I want to know more about you all as well, and @sperrywink extended an invite to seblaine mutuals so I will do the same!

How did you get into writing fanfiction?

I discovered it on accident as most of us do - I was on the Glee wiki I think? There was a link to select fanfics on the ship pages at the time, and I started reading one of the Finchel ones, and it was game over for me lol - I started writing my own a while after that, and I participated in a variety of Glee RPGs that inspired me to write other characters. I was in one of those massive Glee RPGs in like 2011 on fanfiction.net, and it was very formative for me in terms of connecting with the rest of the fandom and wanting to do more of that. RPGs are also so great for exposing you to ships you never would've liked or even thought of before, although all my current ships came from elsewhere lol

oh, and there was the whole escapism from family shit that was going down at the time thing - that was a huge factor for sure

2. How many fandoms have you written in?

I've almost exclusively been writing for the Glee fandom since the beginning, although the ships I've written for have changed drastically throughout that time. I've dabbled in some other things as well depending on my special interest at the moment, but I always come back to Glee. Other fandoms I've written for include The Outsiders, Degrassi, How I Met Your Mother, 13 Reasons Why, Girl Meets World, and Skam ! none of these are published anywhere anymore though as far as I know, it's all far too embarrassing (and yes I'm aware that's the most bizarre mix of fandoms ever)

3. How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

at least 12, I wanna say I started around 2012ish?

4. Do you read or write more fanfiction?

I genuinely think it's about equal, but it comes in waves. Sometimes I'm reading more, sometimes I'm writing more. I'm almost always working on something and I'm also almost always in the middle of reading a long fic.

5. What is one way you've improved as a writer?

I think I've gotten a lot better at writing comedy and ensemble dialogue. I like writing the silly goofy scenes with large friend groups a lot, especially when I feel like I've nailed the character's voices enough that I don't even need dialogue tags to know who said each line.

6. What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Ohio geography lmao - I like always have Google Maps pulled up trying to map out different locations and how far drives would be, etc. I also have researched a ton about various colleges (especially for my current WIP since these characters are actively applying for college rn) and France (never been there, constantly have to write stuff that takes place there).

7. What's your favorite type of comment to receive on your work?

I genuinely do love all comments! I especially loves one that are specific/mention parts of the chapter or the fic that they enjoyed or thoughts that they had while reading. I also like chatting about the characters and canon and their predictions/hopes for the rest of the fic. The length doesn't really matter so much - I love long comments and short comments, and I try my best to respond to all of them.

8. What's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

Idk I kinda write a lot of infidelity and toxic relationship stuff. Seblaine is the main ship I write for nowadays, and the nature of their relationship lends itself to a lot of infidelity in their process of getting together. I also just love writing angst, so even when I'm writing established relationships, they end up being sort of toxic throughout especially given the traits of both characters. I just find it more fun and probable to write a slightly toxic relationship than a 100% healthy one.

9. What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

PWP - I struggle so much with writing smut, although I like to think I've gotten a bit better at it recently. I'm also trying to get better at writing ensemble fics, but it's definitely a struggle for me to give each ship/character enough attention. And I'm pretty awful at world building, so anything remotely fantasy, sci fi, etc. is a huge struggle for me.

10. What is the easiest type?

slow burns! I've gotten so much better at delaying the characters from getting together for a really long time in fics and it's soooo fun. I prefer a character centric slow burn with lots of sexual tension and an arc that involves characters moving from enemies/friends/strangers to lovers over the course of many months or years.

11. Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

I like to write outside of my own home - something about physically relocating makes me way more productive. I write a ton on planes (I travel a lot for work). I also love a good coffee shop, Panera, park, library, etc.

I write in Word and publish to AO3 - used to write in Google Docs but it's so slow and laggy so I much prefer Word. Used to publish on fanfiction.net but I will never go anywhere else now that I've transitioned to AO3, the far superior fanfic site lol

I am most productive with writing either during the day if I'm somewhere other than at home or in the middle of the night in bed - my most productive hours at home are between like midnight and 3 am

12. What is something you've been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

I recently got over my fear of PWP and published a one shot that I'm very proud of. I have many ideas for things similar that I'd like to work through in the future!!

Most of this is fandom specific though - I'm super intimidated to write for big fandoms because I've gotten so comfortable in the Glee fandom, especially writing Seblaine which has a relatively small audience in comparison. I'd love to write Marauders, but that fandom is HUGE and very intimidating because there is so much lore and fanon to mess up. I hope to give it a shot one day though!

13. What made you choose your username?

it's a song lyric! lust hurts comes from the song "Barcelona Boots" by Arlie - the lyric goes "Lust hurts, could you bear it for me?" and I thought that was very fitting for someone like me who's obsessed with romance in fiction but can't be bothered with it in my real life

any of my mutuals are welcome to participate! I'll specifically throw in a tag for @daisyishedwig @calsvoid @xonceinadream @andyandersmythe bc these are the ones that come up first when I go to tag haha

#personal #about me!#lusthurts fics

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 1 year ago

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hii are there any fics set after the deleted ‘i want you back’ scene?

It's hard to find any fic that relates to this specifically. Most of the fics about The First Time or 3x05 don't deal with this aspect of that episode...

I did find one that might cover it, though doesn't specifically mention this scene. I don't know if there are seblaine or kurtbastian fics out there that do - and maybe aren't so Kurt or Blaine friendly - but we are only aware of the klaine fics in the library here! ~Jen

Tell me you belong to me by E M Zeray

It honestly doesn't occur to Blaine because to him, Sebastian is obliviously no threat. It's clear how he feels about Kurt. It's clear that he's madly in love. Klaine - fluff, smut, jealous!Kurt.

ETA: of course, it should be the Michael episode I need a re-watch!

#klaine fanfiction #fic finder #3x12

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sscrambledmeggss · 1 year ago

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They mentioned Blaine but they never actually said "Seblaine", and they DID say "Kurtbastian". Also I feel like Kurt did come up more than Blaine? But I could just be putting more weight on the Kurt stuff gkdjdk but I think that is true.

OMGGG :00 that is in fact a win 🕺 i’ll have to listen to it later >:) i was worried they wouldn’t even talk about kurtbastian, let alone admit that there was something 😭 it’s a good day for the kurtbastian girlies nonetheless 💪

#meg’s incoherent thoughts #🪐bella🪐#kurtbastian #apparently delulu is the solulu

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jammie3132 · 1 year ago

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Fandom: Glee Pairing: Blaine Anderson & Sebastian Smythe Rating: General Audience Story Summary: Sam's Goddaughter is upset and finally admits it's because she heard her fathers yelling at each other. He suggests they become detectives (like Batman) and go undercover to find out why. NOTES: Seblaine but primarily told through Sam's POV. There's a small section of just Sebastian and his daughter. 10 Days of Seblaine Day 2: Spies/Undercover Part 2 of Poppy's Little Angel This series is dedicated to @seblaineaddict

Maybe everyone was right. He shouldn’t have run off to Hawaii and married another model. Three months into their marriage, she was cast in a movie filming in some country Sebastian had to point out on a map of Europe. A week later he received the annulment paperwork.

Since he’d moved into her place, and they never put his name on the lease, he was now living with Blaine and Sebastian. Best BFFs ever for never once saying I told you so, unlike Santana who said it every chance she got.

It wound up his moving in worked out for all of them. Sebastian was filling in as choreographer on a friend’s directorial debut. It was only supposed to be a week. He was about to begin his second month. The show was having issues finding a new one after word got out why the last one quit.

This happened at the same time Blaine agreed to go back to his show before it closed and went on the road. Machiavelli the Musical really was Blaine’s show. He and a couple friends at NYU wrote it for one of their classes. It made it into the hands of the right people and *poof* sold out theaters and three Tonys for Blaine, including Best Actor for Machiavelli. All the fangirls (and boys) went nuts when they heard Blaine was returning for the final shows.

While people were sad to see Machiavelli the Musical close on Broadway, they understood Blaine and his partners were ready to move on to other projects. Not to mention, the three of them made a boat load of money selling the movie rights.

That’s why he (Sam Evans, male supermodel…well, in demand male model) agreed to become the babysitter (but he preferred Manny) for his favorite person in the world (his family and Blaine tied at a close second).

But something was wrong with his Goddaughter. She was never this quiet.

“Jellybean, what’s wrong?”

“Nuthin”

“Angelica Penelope Anderson-Smythe…”

“Unc Sammy, I said nuthin!”

Ok, something was definitely wrong. Angelica was the easiest going 4-year old you’d ever meet, which no one expected considering Blaine and Sebastian adopted her from a member of Sebastian’s family. Although, she did have her moments…like now.

“Uh-uh, you know the rule about yelling at people.”

The little girl rolled her eyes (there’s the Smythe gene) and flippantly grumbled “Don’t yell. Use your words to say why you’re mad.”

“Correct.”

“How come I got to do the rules but Poppy and Daddy don’t?”

“Because they’re adults and you’re 4.” Wait a minute…“What do you mean your Poppy and Daddy didn’t follow the rule?��

“I heard Poppy and Daddy yellin. Tommy says his mommy and daddy started yellin and now his daddy don’t live there anymore.”

Damn that Tommy kid. He might be Angelica’s preschool bestie, but he was also a total brat.

Thankfully, his brilliant Goddaughter was beginning Kindergarten at a school for musical prodigies in a few weeks. Blaine gave her a violin when she was 2 ½ and now she plays Beethoven. The school was so excited to get the daughter of two Tony winners, especially Blaine Broadway’s Golden Touch Anderson, they found a way around the 5 year-old requirement.

“Jellybean, I promise your Daddy and Poppy aren’t going anywhere.”

“Then why was they yellin?”

“I don’t know.” Then Sam had what he believed was best idea ever (unlike getting married). “Why don’t we become detectives and go undercover to find out?”

His idea brought out a 180 degree change in Angelica’s attitude. “Like superheroes?”

Maybe not that great of an idea. “No, detectives…kind of like spies. You can’t become a superhero until you turn 10. Remember?”

“Poppy says it’s cuz when Daddy was little, Unc Coop said NightBird could fly if he jumped off the roof of Grammy and Grampy’s house.”

Sebastian didn’t have a superhero problem. He had a Cooper goes overboard trying to be the fun uncle problem. And while 99% of the time it wasn’t an issue, Blaine’s brother had the habit of showing up unannounced whenever he booked a job in NYC.

“Yes, your Daddy was lucky he only broke his leg.”

“And his flying bone. It’s why NightBird can’t fly.”

Yes! She didn't fight the superhero rule. Sebastian wasn't going to kill him...or kick him out. He really enjoyed living there. “You know, Batman is a detective. I can find a (appropriate for 4-year old) movie (cartoon) so we can take notes on how he solves mysteries.”

“And have ice cream?”

“Duh. I’m pretty sure I saw a new carton of Chunky Monkey in the freezer.”

Angelica moved over on the couch until she could give him a hug. “I love you Unc Sammy.”

“I love you too, Jellybean.”

The next morning Sebastian entered his daughter’s bedroom to find her sitting in the rocking chair. “Why aren’t you still in bed, Angel?” he asked as he picked her up and joined her in the chair.

“I wanted to rock cuz you and Daddy has to go to his Not gonna do his show anymore party tonight and won’t be here.”

Sebastian sighed as he pulled her closer. When they adopted their daughter, Blaine was busy getting his musical into production. This meant he’d been her primary caregiver since they brought her home from Paris. He loved everything about being a full-time parent. He still questioned why he said Yes to helping his friend. However, today was (finally!) his last day. He hadn’t told anyone because it was Blaine’s big night, and he didn’t want to take away focus. “But you're coming to Daddy’s show before we go to the party, so you’ll see us then. And I can’t wait because you’re going to look just like a real angel in the new dress Auntie Tana and Auntie Britt bought you.”

“I am a for reals angel cuz I’m your Angel.”

He loved this little girl more than anything (Blaine was 1C. His ass was 1B) and thanked her every day for choosing him to be her Poppy. “That’s right and you have been since the first moment I saw you.”

“Do you miss Daddy?”

That was a strange question. “When I’m not home? Of course, I do. Did you think I wouldn’t? Or that Daddy wouldn’t miss me?”

“Maybe…I dunno.”

“Then why did you ask?”

“When people miss people they gets mad. When people gets mad they yell. I don’t like yellin. I guess it’s ok Joshy yells cuz he’s a baby.”

Brittany and Santana’s kid did have a set of lungs on him, that’s for sure.

“Well, don’t worry about me and Daddy yelling. Are we tired from work and sad because we don’t get to spend more time with our Angel? Yes. But for your information, Daddy and I had a date night after he came home from his show a couple nights ago.”

“A date night?”

“That’s right. You probably don’t remember because it’s been a while, but Daddy and I used to go out on a date once a week. Lately we’ve had to have them here. We don’t mind though because it’s not about where we would go, it’s about making the time special.”

“Like what?”

“Well, last time we cuddled in bed (had mind blowing sex), watched a movie and ate pizza.”

Everything Angelica remembered about being a detective disappeared. “Daddy let you eat in bed!? That’s not a me rule. That’s a everybody rule! Unc Sammy has to do the rule cuz he lives here!”

While father and daughter continued to rock and talk, Sam walked by the open door and smiled because he was aware of what was actually happening. Angelica asked a lot of questions during their (air quotes) detective training (watched a Batman cartoon). This was really bothering her. While he believed there wasn’t a problem, it wouldn’t hurt to see if he could get some clues from suspect #2.

He found Blaine in the kitchen, setting up to make waffles. In other words, a typical morning at the Anderson-Smythe’s. “Morning Sammy. Santana called. Josh had a fever during the night, and even though he’s doing better, she and Britt won’t be coming tonight.”

“So, no Munchkin slumber party with Uncle Sammy…got it. We'll have one some other night so his mommies can go out” Sam replied as he went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of green juice. “I’m heading out to the gym.

Blaine put his hand on his chest and (overdramatically)pretended to be surprised.

This guy had two Tonys for acting?

“You’re going to the gym? Did you finally remember you have a bathing suit photo shoot in a couple weeks? Or did you have problems buttoning your jeans due to the My wife ran off to Bulgaria for a part in a movie she slept with the director to get pity party?”

Wow! When you put it like that…“I thought we agreed this was a no I told you so zone?”

“Yeah, for Santana. And I’m not saying I told you so. I was beginning to worry.”

“I haven’t been that bad.”

Blaine stopped mixing his batter and gave his best friend what Sam called his I would never call you dumb, but what you said was stupid stare. “I love you, but I’ve watched you eat more junk food in the last 10 days than in the previous 10 years. You also ate not one, but two cartons of Bas’ Chunky Monkey ice cream. I can only stop him from reverting back into Dalton Sebastian for so long.”

Oh, not good. “Jellybean ate some too.”

“Don’t make things worse.”

Blaine started to gather what else he needed. According to Batman, a good time to collect information was when the suspect was distracted. “I let her have some because she was upset.”

“Oh God, what did Tommy say this time?”

Told you the kid was a brat.

“How his parents used to yell at each other and how his father doesn’t live with them anymore.” Another Batman tip…when interrogating a suspect, always tell the truth, but give as little information as possible. That way you don’t have to remember lies you told and who you told them to.

“Good thing Ang doesn’t have to worry about me and Bas.”

That didn’t help. Hopefully Detective Jellybean was getting more out of suspect #1. “That’s what I told her. I’m out of here but don’t fret jet, I’ll still be able to get Jellybean after preschool.”

“Thanks again. But Sam, if I was you, I’d stop at the grocery on the way home and pick up some Chunky Monkey.”

Unfortunately, Blaine was right about the photo shoot. He had forgotten. And yes, he’d been off his game since she did what she did. And double yes, it was a mistake to skip the gym for 2 weeks. But, for the record, his jeans still fit…even if they were tight.

He had no idea how Blaine wore those pants back in high school.

Sam was 60% through his usual workout (oh, was he going to pay for that decision later) when his alarm to get Angelica went off. Today, of all days, it was important to be on time. Their afternoon had been meticulously scheduled by Sebastian to prevent a 4-year old I’m tired meltdown at Blaine’s show. It didn’t finish until an hour after her bedtime and who knows how long it would take to get home.

The most important part of Sebastian’s schedule was the block of time right before naptime, but it was also the most difficult to accomplish. Fridays were always eventful at preschool. The walk from there to Blaine and Sebastian’s wasn’t far. If Angelica didn’t finish her review of the entire day before they walked through the front door, he could kiss any chance of a nap goodbye.

By the time they were halfway home Sam learned how the teacher thought the new class hamster was a boy but it was a girl and now they’re going to have lots of baby hamsters. Since the babies would come after school got out, she couldn’t see them be born. That made her sad. The other big news was Emily lost two teeth the night before and found $20 under her pillow this morning from the Tooth Fairy.

$20? Talk about inflation!

But, once she finished with the Tooth Fairy atrocity, Angelica announced she was done. Sam knew better. “What happened during Share Time?” Share Time was her favorite time of the whole week. It always took the most time.

Did that brat say something else to upset her?

“I couldn’t share.”

Her answer concerned him enough to cross the street to a park and find a bench. It couldn't wait until they got home. Naptime was going to be a disaster. “Why couldn’t you share?”

“Teacher said to share what we’re goin do when we had no more school. All my friends are goin to lots of totally awesome places like to see Micky Mouse and the Princesses. Jordan is goin see Harry Potter. I don’t have someplace totally awesome cuz Poppy and Daddy works all the time.”

“Hey, I know for a fact they want to take you somewhere totally awesome, but your Poppy’s work keeps asking him to stay. But tonight’s the last night your Daddy is going to work. That’s why we’re going to the theater to watch and then your Poppy and Daddy are going to a big party to celebrate.”

Sam had no idea what he said but suddenly Angelica was off the bench and bouncing like Tigger. “I know why they’re goin to the party and I can’t go. It’s a date night! When I was being a detective, Poppy said he and Daddy use to have lots of them but now they do them at home. Tonight they can go out!”

“Nice work.” As Sam watched his Goddaughter continue to bounce an unpleasant memory popped into his head. “When you heard Poppy and Daddy yelling, did they sound mad?”

She stopped bouncing and put on her thinking face. “I don’t member. Sorry, Unc Sammy.”

“That’s ok. It’s just when I saw you bouncing, I remembered a time in high school when your Daddy got so super excited, he not only jumped around like you did, he talked really loud.”

“Like he was yellin?”

“Exactly like he was yelling. I had to keep telling him to tone it down.”

“Why was he excited?”

Oh shit! What was he thinking? If either Blaine or Sebastian found out he (ever so slightly) mentioned Blaine’s over the top proposal to his ex, Sebastian wouldn’t have to kill him. Blaine will have already disposed of his body. “He planned a surprise for someone. Your Daddy likes surprises.”

“If he’s makin a surprise, why didn’t he tell me? I like surprises too.”

“Maybe the surprise is for you.” He probably shouldn't have said that.

His answer caused the bouncing to return. “Like goin somewhere totally awesome? Or a baby sister?”

That was new.

“Maybe, but you can’t say anything. Ruining a surprise is a very bad thing. So bad it will put you on Santa’s naughty list. No matter how much you want to ask, you must be strong.”

“I’ll try.”

“Do…or do. There is no try.”

“That’s not what Yoda said. He said do or do not.”

Sam pulled her into a big hug. “You quoted Star Wars. I’m so proud of you.”

“Unc Sammy, you squishin me!”

“Oops, sorry. I was excited.”

“Like Daddy was excited?”

“Yes” Wait a minute. Nooooo...it couldn’t be. “Jellybean, do you remember any words you heard Poppy or Daddy say when they were yelling?”

“Not Poppy but Daddy yelled Poppy’s name. And he yelled Yes. He yelled Yes a lot…a lot, a lot.”

Ooooooooohhhhhhh, this was going to be fun.

Sam lifted his Goddaughter, settling her on his shoulders. “I think you solved our mystery, Detective Jellybean. I’ll see what I can find out. But remember…”

“Don’t say nuthin about my surprise or Santa will put me on the bad list.”

“You got it. Now, we need to get a move on. We’re already behind on your Poppy’s schedule so you’re going straight to your nap when we get home. No arguing. But first we have to stop at the grocery and replace Poppy’s Chunky Monkey. I have a feeling he’s going to need it later.”

1AM

Sam flipped channels as he awaited Blaine and Sebastian return. He was going to tell them everything as soon as they got home. There was no way he could sit on this, especially with Santana, Brittany and Josh coming to dinner since they missed Blaine’s performance and party.

His wait ended moments later when his friends practically fell into the apartment. Neither noticed him sitting on the couch, or that lights and the TV were on. They were too busy ripping each other’s clothes off.

“You know, I like porn as much as the next guy…”

That got their attention.

“Why are you still awake?” Blaine asked while straightening his clothes.

Sebastian wasn’t as polite. “First you eat my ice cream and now you’re cock blocking? I don’t care if you’re my husband’s brother from another mother…”

“Calm down Seb…no, seriously calm down or at least zip your fly. And I replaced the ice cream. There’s six pints of Chunky Monkey in the freezer.”

“I’m still kicking your ass later” Sebastian told him while leaving for the kitchen. With as pissed off as he was, Sam made a quick change in his plans. It was best if he told Blaine first.

Although, Blaine didn’t look much happier. “What the fuck is going on, and it better be good.”

Oh, it was good! “Remember this morning, technically yesterday morning…”

“Sam…”

“Do you remember when I said I gave Jellybean ice cream because of some shit Tommy said?”

“Kind of, something about his parents yelling and his dad moved out. I don’t understand why that’s important.”

“He didn’t randomly offer the information. Tommy told your daughter because your daughter told him she heard you and her other father yelling at each other.”

Blaine took a step back, obviously even more confused by what he was told. “That’s impossible! Bas and I wouldn’t yell so loud Ang would hear. Since we adopted her, we’ve become masters of silent arguing. But we haven’t had an argument in weeks, except about you eating his ice cream. She must have heard a television or something.”

“At first, I was thinking the same thing, but she was insistent. So, I devised an ingenious plan for us to become detectives and go undercover to figure out what she heard, or thought she heard.”

“Please tell me not as superheroes.”

“Detectives like Batman.”

“Ok, that works. Did you find out what she heard?”

“Yeah, the two of you yelling.”

“I told you that’s impossible.”

Sam had no idea how he was holding it together. He was to the point where he was biting the inside of his cheeks not to laugh. “Yes, you were. She couldn’t make out what Seb was yelling. However, you were yelling Bas, Bas…yes, yes, yes!” Blaine froze and went straight to the comically accurate wide-eyed, jaw dropped expression. It was getting harder not to laugh.

Sebastian chose this time to come back, eating his ice cream from the carton. “I’m still…” When he noticed what was going on he rushed over, setting his ice cream on the coffee table to embrace his husband. “B, what’s going on? Did something happen to your parents or some other member of your family?” Blaine was so far down the rabbit hole he couldn’t form words, only guttural noises. This only ramped Sebastian up even more. “What the fuck Evans?”

Seeing Blaine so upset had Sam torn. He felt bad for what he was going through…but DAMN IT! This was funny!

“Evans…”

Over the years, Sebastian had become his best friend not named Blaine. He’d appreciate the humor of the situation if it wasn’t happening to him. Oh well, he’ll appreciate it someday.

“I told him your daughter, your Angel, heard the two of you having sex.”

“That’s not possible!”

“That’s what he said!” THAT was funny…how it was he said, not she said. Ok, not the right time.

Blaine pulled back from his husband but grabbed ahold of Sebastian’s arms. Even in his stupor, he realized he needed to be the calm one. While he loved his daughter, she was Sebastian’s Angel. “He’s telling the truth Bas.”

“How do you know?”

“Because Angelica told Sam she heard me yelling your name and the word yes. Oh my God, I’ve scarred my poor baby for life!”

“No, you didn’t” Sam told him as he sat back on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table (breaking at least ten of Blaine’s rules). “I, the best Godfather and friend in the world, saved you.”

Both fathers moved to the loveseat across from him. “How?” Sebastian asked cautiously. Maybe they didn't want to know.

“I told her a very generic story, with no details whatsoever, about a time in high school when Blaine planned a surprise…”

“What?!” Blaine and Sebastian exclaimed in unison, Sam’s vailed explanation unable to hide he was talking about Blaine’s proposal to Kurt.

“The two of you are going to wake Jellybean up if you can’t keep your voices down. The reason you're in this mess in the first place.”

“Sam” Blaine said as calmly as possible, channeling his true feelings into his continued grasp of Sebastian's arm. “How did you save us?’

“I told her you get excited when you plan a surprise, meaning you bounce like Tigger and your voice goes up until you’re talking very, very loud.”

“Oh, that’s actually believable.” Blaine looked at Sebastian who was nodding agreement.

“Good, because I convinced her you weren’t yelling you were excited…which wasn’t a lie.”

“Sam…”

“You two are killing my fun. Anyway, your daughter no longer believes you were yelling but planning a big surprise. There’s one tiny problem. She thinks the surprise is for her.”

Both fathers sighed and relaxed a bit. Sam really had saved them, but they also knew there was more to the story. Sebastian was the one brave enough to ask " Did Angel give you an idea what she wanted for her surprise?”

“A big, totally awesome trip somewhere. And when I say big, I mean huge! Something to make all her little friends jealous, even though she'll be going to a different school and won't see them again."

This time it was Blaine’s turn to be upset. “How could you tell her we’re going to surprise her with something like that? It will be next to impossible to get into anywhere Ang would consider totally awesome. Parents make those reservations months, sometimes years, in advance. Not only that, Bas’ show still hasn’t found a choreographer…”

“Yes, they have.”

Blaine could've gotten whiplash with how fast he turned his head. “What? Bas?”

“Today, technically yesterday, was my last day. Before you get upset, I didn’t say anything because last night was your night. And since I wouldn't have gone in the next couple days because I didn't work weekends, I was going to wait to surprise you and Angel at breakfast on Monday.”

Blaine rested his head on Sebastian's shoulder. The time, the alcohol from the party and the stress of this conversation had caught up with him. “With as happy as I am to hear you're finally out of there, I think I’m done with surprises for a while.”

Sam cleared his throat to bring attention back to him. “There’s one more thing you should know.”

“Sam, I can't take any more beating around the bush. Please, just tell us.”

“If you don’t want to surprise Jellybean with a totally awesome trip, she did mention something else.”

“What?”

“A baby sister.”

Blaine heard Sebastian gasp before quickly covering his mouth and shaking his head. He then looked back to Sam who was not only nodding but eating the ice cream Sebastian had forgotten. Suddenly, a totally awesome vacation sounded like a fantastic idea.

“Come on, Bas. Let’s get to bed. Tomorrow you can take Ang to MOMA and I’ll call a travel agent I know to see what our vacation options are.”

Sam called out Goodnight as they left the room but they weren’t paying attention. Had he gone too far…maybe. But was there a good way to tell your friends their 4-year old daughter had heard them having sex?

In spite of the time, he turned the television back on and found a show to watch while he finished his ice cream. “You know, I’m a pretty great detective. I should get a PI license when my modeling career is over. Or, I could get a PI license now and keep eating ice cream.”

Notes:

In my mind Machiavelli the Musical is similar to A Very Potter Musical but with more money for production.

#10daysofseblaine2023 #day 2 #Spies/Undercover #seblaine fic #blaine anderson #sebastian smythe #seblaineaddict #Poppy's Little Angel

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twoblueheartslocked · 2 years ago

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SEBLAINE- PRESENT DAY (Late December/End of Year One)-I Still Remember the First Fall of Snow

Para/Phone Call: I Still Remember the First Fall of Snow- Part 1 of 2.

Rating: PG-13.

Sebastian: @colorsicantsee

Blaine: @twoblueheartslocked

Time: Year One: Present Day. December 30. 2 and a half months after No Stopping Your Plans (Present Day, End of Year One. Blaine 22 (as of October 22), Sebastian 21 (as of August 27)

Location: Ohio/Blaine’s Apartment- Brooklyn, New York

Info: Sebastian attempts to travel back to New York after visiting his parents in Ohio during a snowstorm. Blaine panics.

Warnings; please read: This para has themes of alcohol addiction, depression/anxiety, mentions of past domestic abuse, and mentions of death. This RP in general has themes of past abuse(Physical, mental and sexual), previous unwanted sexual situations, anxiety, depression, negative body image, drug use, alcohol use, cussing, and death(parents).

Extra Warnings: (This RP is not Kurt Hummel friendly. He is not a nice man at all. Never will be in this RP. You’ve all been warned.)

Title Taken From: All Too Well (TMV) (TV)-Taylor Swift

Under Cut for content. As usual, the para is mostly unedited.

(And how it glistened as it fell,

I remember it all too well)

Blaine’s POV:

All over Brooklyn large snowflakes fell in tufts of fluff so soft and delicate that Blaine was almost certain he could hear them whisper like fluttering wings against his window. Everything looked magical around the city and Blaine wanted so badly to love the glowing white blue hue the same way he had five years ago but his stomach was in nervous knots as he watched it fall steadily from a darkening, light polluted sky. The sight was visually beautiful but it terrified him all the same. He tried not to reach for his phone to check in with his loved ones once again. He’d already bothered them all this afternoon when the impending forecast of a snow storm turned out to be accurate.

He was mostly, as usual, worried about Sebastian as he was supposed to have been back from his Christmas break visit with his family this morning, but too much snow and bouts of blasting winds had stopped all flights temporarily and his boyfriend was stuck in an airport in Columbus, Ohio for who knows how long and service all over the Midwest, east coast and more was spotty at best so he was stuck just waiting to hear when he’d get to come home. Blaine had to believe that he’d get home and he’d be safe though and that had to be enough. The short time he got to talk to him today Blaine had made sure to keep his voice calm and as supportive as possible even though he wanted nothing more than to tell him how very worried he was about the weather.

Sebastian had been angry that they might not get to spend New Years Eve together, but he’d told his boyfriend that the date didn’t matter and they could mimic their own ball drop if they missed the night anyway. In reality the thought of not getting to celebrate their year back together on that specific date made Blaine feel a little lost. It was their anniversary after all. One year since that not so chance rooftop meeting and that perfect snowflake on Seb’s cheek beckoning Blaine with a reason to touch him again after so long apart. Filling them both with a wave of familiar feelings and the pull of a mythical string drawing them back together where they belonged. All the pain and happiness they’d been through the last year together was thanks to last New Years and Blaine really wanted him home, but he could wait if it meant Sebastian was stuck somewhere safe.

Good god though Blaine fucking missed him. He missed him more than he cared to admit to anyone- let alone himself. It was a sort of aching that left him feeling sore and it scared him a little. They’d talked and texted while he was away and Seb said he missed him, of course, but Blaine wondered if it was this much. He wondered if this was normal. It had only been nine days and it wasn’t like they didn’t go days without getting to see each other, they spent time apart all the time. This felt different though, perhaps it was because Sebastian was miles and miles away. It felt like his arms were stretched too far with wanting Sebastian closer and he didn’t know what to do with that. He just wanted to pull him back towards him and it worried him that maybe he was feeling too much. He felt untethered- unmoored from himself and he didn’t like feeling this way.

Sebastian had, of course, asked Blaine to come with him so they could spend Christmas together and Blaine had been so ready to say yes, but then he let himself sit and think too hard about it and it just didn’t seem like the right time. Sabine had been supportive of their relationship, if a bit tenitive but Seb’s dad was just… well, the worst trigger and Blaine wasn’t sure it was a good time for him to be there, especially considering the date he’d be there…

There was also the money aspect, Blaine still wasn’t comfortable with Sebastian’s easy and almost careless way with it and he wasn’t ready to let him pay for a trip that might lead to disaster anyway. Sebastian had promised him before leaving that he was okay though, that the therapy and the AA meetings were helping and that he’d call him if he felt like drinking or doing anything else that he might regret. So far his boyfriend had been just quiet about the whole trip, sort of changed the subject if Blaine asked about his dad, it worried Blaine but he didn’t want to pry or bother him with it, he’d learned that Sebastian would come to him when it was time to talk about what was bothering him. . Sebastian’s main concern the whole time had been coming home. Blaine didn’t think he’d have gone back to Ohio at all if it weren’t for how much he loved his mom..

It really was probably for the best that Blaine stayed in New York. He hadn’t wanted to mention it to Sebastian and remind him of what time of year it was even though Seb knew, he had shown that he knew in the way he kept lingering on Blaine face with concern when they said their farewells at the airport, that and the subtle check ins on that day as well let Blaine know that Seb was thinking about it- Sebastian had went through a hell all those years ago, too. Different, but just as damaging. Yet Blaine still couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud to his boyfriend. Not only was two days ago the anniversary of that last time Blaine felt happiness as a teen, but it was the date he lost everything good in his life. He wasn't sure how he’d handle living that day over while trying to win Thomas Smythe over.

December 28, a date burned into his brain for the rest of his life, had always loomed and haunted like a ghost. This year wasn’t any different except that he was free now. He could spend it how he liked and he spent the five year anniversary of his parents deaths quietly on facetime with Cooper. He was in California still- hadn’t gone home to visit their graves, neither of them had in years. Something about the eerie way the snow dusted their stones was far too pretty of a picture for all the tragedy and grief it left them so it was best they didn’t go. The image of their lonely, cold graves with their names forever etched in gray still fills him with a sorrow he knew he’d never get over. He’d miss the two of them forever and nothing would ever fix that. Not his happiness with Sebastian, not being free of Kurt. Nothing- not even time.

Neither he or Coop really knew how to talk to each other anymore yet neither of them were quite willing to just hang up. They’d shared old pictures they each had saved, digital and physical and sniffled and laughed a little bit over them and Blaine was okay with that until they got to the ones that were from that last Christmas they were together as a family- right there in the last photo of the bunch was one of his mother covering her smile as Blaine opened up his guitar while his dad looked on with what must have been pride. It was his last ever gift from them and the very guitar that Kurt still had his claws in. Blaine hadn't seen it since he’d been brave enough to leave, and probably never would again. Kurt had hidden it away or really had sold it off in a gesture of cruelty that only he could produce. One last thing to hold over Blaine. That man managed to keep his nails dug into Blaine somehow and suddenly he didn’t want to look anymore and what was first cathartic turned sour and when they finally did hang up Blaine let himself pull Soot into his arms and cry over them.

He cried and at first it was marred by memories of Kurt’s mocking, nightmare blue eyes but then he let himself really remember his parents- his beautiful, sweet mother with her gentle hands and his serious but sometimes very silly dad and he cried harder than he had in years for them- full gulping sobs. It felt almost good to freely mourn them without Kurt interfering and making him feel small about his feelings. He cried all the time, he knew that and he was often ashamed over how sensitive he was, but his cat purred against his face and it felt right and that was something Kurt couldn’t take away anymore.

He spent the rest of that day keeping himself busy- he’d talked with Seb on the phone and hearing him say I love you over the speaker over 500 miles away made him feel giddy. He’d exchanged some ridiculous yet funny messages that made him actually laugh out loud with Sam and cleaned his whole apartment. He’d even let Soot dip her paws in the powdery snow that had fallen on the windowsill that day. She seemed to enjoy herself but soon fell asleep burrowed in Blaine’s sweater, cold paws pressed against his chest…

But now, two days later, he really just wanted to kiss his boyfriend's hands and face and watch something stupid on the television. Wanted to celebrate their Christmas and New Year’s with him the same way they’d celebrated Blaine’s twenty-second birthday in October- in his apartment, just the two of them pressed together and giggling like they were all that mattered.

He sighed and reached for the phone, the time read 7:36 p.m. and it was dark out. He groaned in annoyance with himself as he pulled Seb’s name up because of course he couldn’t stop himself. Just one little call to keep the other man busy while he waited and then maybe he’d walk down and get himself some dinner from the corner store before the snow really took off and then he’d settle down on the couch to work on his advanced music theory and composition work. Classes started back up soon after all. To his surprise Sebastian’s beautiful, mischievous face was already flashing at him in an incoming call before he could press the proper buttons to call him. He almost declined the call in his haste to answer, maybe he’d make it back in time for tomorrow night after all.

“Let me guess, they’re delaying you until next week?” Blaine meant it as a joke but his heart sort of sank at the prospect.

Sebastian’s POV:

If it weren’t for his mother, Sebastian wouldn’t go home for the Holidays. He wasn’t much for the BER months and all of the family oriented activities everybody felt guilted into attending. Ever the realest, he knew that the chill in the air towards the end of September meant that wine soaked arguments and gift receipts were around the corner. For him, it wasn’t all warm scarves and the scent of cinnamon, laughing with family like a perfect commercial. Sebastian didn’t need gifts or the judgemental looks in his aunts and uncles faces. But, he did need his mother and she loved to decorate and celebrate and show off her home. So, every Christmas he showed up and tried his best but always seemed to fail somehow. Even if she said she loved him and not to mind what the other Smythe family members thought, he could still see how tired his mother was, the sad tilt of her red lips when he snapped back or poured another cup.

This year was going to be his first sober Christmas in a long time. He hoped that he could keep it together without Blaine’s gentle golden gaze. He knew that Blaine was a phone call away and the other man had already encouraged him to reach out if he needed to.

Sebastian had wanted B to join him on the trip. In the back of his mind he had known that the answer would be no. Ohio was complicated, he understood that. His own father was still quite cold about Sebastian and Blaine reconnecting. He knew his mother would welcome his boyfriend in with open arms but that wouldn’t stop his aunts from gossiping or thaw his father’s frosty demeanor. This time of year was hard for both of them but even more so for Blaine. The anniversary of his parent’s deaths was only a few days after Christmas. The yuletide season was marred for his boy and all he wanted to do was hide under an old quilt with him until New Years Day.

The days of winter break passed by as the snow fell. Sebastian faked his way through dinners and spoke on the phone with B on the phone as much as possible. His mornings were spent with his mother over french press coffee and cigarettes. These were his favorite moments anytime he came back home. The two of them in her clean kitchen lit up by the winter sun. The scent of her familiar lavender soap mixed with the rich tang of tobacco and her red lipstick print on her porcelain mug brought him comfort. He silently wished he could bottle up all of the goodness these little things she did brought to him. Sebastian could take the bottle back to New York and keep it just for himself.

The nights in his childhood bedroom felt cold and lonely. It almost felt like he was a teenager again, wrapped up in his dark green sheets, dreaming of Blaine, willing him there. They would talk on the phone late at night, Seb’s voice hushed. ‘Just like old times.’ Blaine had joked. He would tell him about how his aunts got messy wine drunk, about the 5 identical sweaters he was gifted by various family members, and how much he missed him, Soot, and his tiny apartment. Sebastian lamented about how he didn’t want to miss New Years but the midwestern weather just wouldn’t give.

He felt like he had jinxed himself. There he was, sat in an airport by his lonesome. He was going to miss their day. Sebastian felt agitated as he stood at a large window and watched the wind whip snowflakes across the tarmac. B had assured him that everything would be okay and they could still celebrate together.

Sebastian chewed on his nails and pondered his options. He felt like he'd go crazy stuck in this airport with crying babies and the temptation of the lounge he had access to. He had to get out of there. He’d rent a car. Yeah, he’d just rent a fucking car. He grew up in midwestern winters, he’d driven in them before. He could do it.

Blaine picked up and made a joke. Seb chuckled and cradled the phone between his shoulder and ear as he signed the paperwork for the car. “Actually, No. I’m going to rent a car. Can’t believe I didn’t think of this sooner. I’ll be there before you know it and we can watch the ball drop together.”

The other side of the line was quiet.

“B?”

Blaine’s POV:

Blaine almost lost his hold on his phone as his breath hitched and caught in his throat. It was all he could do to let it back out again.

Breathe in and back out again, Blaine.

Come on- count to ten. You’ve got this, it’s okay. He’s still safe.

One, two, three…

It had taken Blaine a moment to really hear what Sebastian was saying to him. He could hear the triumph and annoyance with himself and the hint of relief in his boyfriend's voice but none of it really registered right away. All Blaine could focus on was that Sebastian wanted to rent a car and that meant he was going to drive. Blaine’s eyes blurred white and then a blue black that buzzed in his head as he watched the fat snowflakes slip down his city window leaving streaks like tear tracks down mourning cheeks. Was he crying too? He reached up and touched his face and was surprised to feel that his cheeks were dry. He felt seventeen all over again stuck in a never ending loop that started five years ago. He felt real fear for Sebastian’s life creep down his body for the second time since August.

All he could hear now was Cooper struggling to tell him the worst news- There was ice on the r-road. God, they’re gone, Blaine. I-I don’t know how else to say it. Mom and dad are gone… Who would think to call Blaine if something happened to Sebastian? Would he be forgotten? Or would he have to listen to Sabine Smythe heartbroken and struggling to tell him like his brother had? He had to force himself to speak, though his voice felt like it was stuck in his throat, his tongue felt heavy and his fingers felt numb as they regained their grip on his phone.

“Baby- please don’t.”

He was all too aware that Sebastian, or anyone else that he cared about could be ripped away from him at any given moment, he’d been through it and knew in his heart that it could happen again and probably would- but the thought of Sebastian out there on the road on a night like this for the next nine or so hours was enough to send the mental progress he’d done over the last year into regression.

“I know how hard it is for you to be idle and how much you hate not having control of what goes on around you. I know that you’re probably overwhelmed and anxious and that’s not a good place for you to be in, I know, okay? But I’m asking you not to do this.”

His heart felt ready to break all over again. His thoughts ran wild with unwanted scenarios that all ended with Sebastian dead- his beautiful, mischievous face frozen and reduced to just a picture in someone’s old newspaper. Gone. He licked his too dry lips and pushed on, afraid that if he stopped talking that it’d already be too late. He tried to keep his voice as steady and clear as could given his emotions,

“I hate asking this of you because I know you’re struggling to be still right now. I know you want to be here and not stuck there, trust me, I want you here too, but you have to stay there for now, okay? I’m sure they’ll reinstate your flight soon. I’ll stay up and keep you busy all night. I know you brought a notebook with you so you could write or something to pass time, too. Between the two of us we can keep your mind occupied.”

At this point he felt like a drowning man grasping at whatever he could to keep himself afloat. His voice was starting to break and crack while he stumbled to put into words how desperately he needed Sebastian to understand what he was feeling. He was fighting panic and it looked like he might lose.

“I know it’s not fair of me to beg, but I fucking can’t, Seb. I- I can’t go through another phone call like t-that. It would destroy me… I never properly healed from before and-I just... Please don’t drive. I need you to promise me you won’t, I need to hear it. P-please. I’ll do anything.”

Sebastian’s POV:

Sebastian felt embarrassed. Heat crept up his neck and cheeks and his stomach turned uncomfortably. He had been so focused on getting back to New York that he hadn’t really considered how Blaine would feel about the situation. It all suddenly felt so obvious as the other man’s broken voice begged him not to drive.

“Okay, okay.” Sebastian hoped his tone sounded calming. He picked up the rental contract he had just signed and tore it in half before walking away from the kiosk. The clerk looked confused but he just shrugged and turned to find somewhere to sit.

“I feel horrible and so fucking stupid, B. I should have known better. God.”

He listened to his boyfriend speak and rubbed his forehead. There was nowhere quiet to sit. Blaine was right. It was going to be hard for him to stay put but, he wasn’t going to betray him. He sat down on a hard plastic chair and pulled his luggage up onto the free space next to him.

“I won’t drive, I promise. I won’t do that to you and I appreciate the offer to stay up with me but you need sleep. I’m not going to make you stay awake just because I’m bored or anxious or whatever. I can like, play a game on my phone or something.” Seb cradled the phone against his shoulder and picked at his nails. B knew him well, he was struggling to chill out. “I really am sorry. I don’t know why I thought this would be okay.”

They stayed on the phone for a bit and Sebastian tried to focus but he heard somebody near him mention a hotel. “I wish I could stay at a hotel. I don’t think anything is close enough to get there safely. Guess I’ll just have to buy a fucking Monster or something from a vending machine. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep anyway but I’m afraid I won’t be alert, you know?” Seb wanted to be selfish and keep the other man awake with him, that would be the easiest way to quell the anxiety coursing through him. “I should let you get some sleep. Soot is probably annoyed that you’re still awake.”

Blaine’s POV:

Blaine let out a slow breath as the thick ball of anxiety slowly tried to unfurl in his gut only for it to be replaced by a guilt that he remembered far too well. Guilt for having inconvenienced someone else. Rationally he knew Sebastian wasn’t angry at him for asking him to stay put but the irrational part of his brain, the one part that Kurt had damaged with his huffs of annoyance and sharp claws anytime Blaine felt any emotion other than faux happiness, told him that he was wrong for asking. He wasn’t though because this is what people in healthy relationships did, they talked to each other and helped each other through the difficult things. He had to take another breath and press his forehead to the cold window of his apartment before he could speak again.

“Please don’t feel bad, you have done nothing wrong and you are not stupid, Seb. I’m not faulting you for not realizing how it would affect me. You’re not responsible for my triggers. I am. I just…” He sniffled but managed to keep his emotions in check, breathing his way through it like he was taught and willing his guilt to ebb away because he knew Sebastian loved him and that he wasn’t cross with him for this, sure, he may be anxious but it wasn’t because of Blaine.

“Imagining you driving right now- I just can’t. I know I can’t keep you safe in a bubble and I’m not asking for that, I just- this month? This time of year…I-” He struggled with himself to find words, still stupidly worried he’d somehow messed up before settling on the simplest thing,,

“Thank you for understanding, and I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you, okay? I promise.”

Blaine shook his head as he listened to Sebastian try and reason away why he couldn't keep Blaine on the phone and allowed himself to settle down on his little couch, his feet tucked up under him. He made the soft clicking noise with this tongue that sure enough got his fuzzy little feline to hop up on his lap, she nuzzled into the phone like she just knew her papa was on the other line.

“Please, Seb, you don’t need to apologize, it’s sweet that you wanted to get here so fast, and a normal person would have embraced your gesture, but I’m not, well- you know, normal. But, I have a feeling that you’ll be in my arms by tomorrow night and we’ll be swaying together on my roof listening to the bang of pots and pans, kissing the New Year into existence.”

He felt the beginnings of a tentative grin trying tug on the corners of his lips in anticipation, wanting nothing more than to hold his boyfriend to his chest and kiss the worry and anxiety out of his faraway voice. He let himself take a deep breath, and finally the guilt was slowly replaced with hope and want. He pressed further into the couch, making himself comfortable with Soot curled up on his shoulder, surely curious about why her dad’s emotions were all over the place.

“Sebastian, I’m not hanging up, not a damn chance.” His voice was gentle as he tried his best not to laugh at the thought of letting Seb go for the night, the thought felt absurd to him, “Soot is actually worried about you and wants to see your face, put your earphones in and facetime us so she can see that you’re safe and then you can tell us about something good that’s happened over the last few days and then something you’re looking forward to when you get here.. We’ll be up as long as you need us. Besides, I don’t need to sleep nearly as much as I need to see your face right now.”

Sebastian’s POV:

“Since Soot is asking so nicely...”

Sebastian tried to pay it casual but he could feel the grin overtake his face because how the fuck was Blaine still so sweet after his mess-up? He obviously wanted to see Blaine’s face, too. More than anything. He knew the joke would make the other man smile. He slipped in his Airpods and accepted the facetime option. He was tucked away in a somewhat quiet corner and the two of them kept each other busy until the time blurred. At around 5:05 a.m. they announced that the flight would board at 6:30 AM. The wind had died down and conditions were safe. A surge of relief flooded through him, he was so ready to be back in the city, back with Blaine.

Sebastian had pretty much slept the entire plane ride with little interruption. His body felt exhausted but his mind was elated to be that much closer to his favorite everything- his safe spot.. Nothing exceptional happened until he was bounding up the stairs to his boyfriend’s apartment. It was only about 2 in the afternoon and they would have the whole of New Year’s evening and day together. As soon as Blaine opened the door they were in each other’s arms, he wasn’t sure who reached for the other first. His exhaustion seemed to almost melt away as he felt B’s hands rub the small of his back, as he felt the soft whip of Soot’s skinny tail rub against his shin in her own special greeting. He was back with Blaine.

He was home.

/tbc.

(Part two of two will be posted in the next couple of months. We’ll see you soon!)

#seb #seblaine #seblaine canon divergence #Para: First Fall of Snow #twoblueheartslocked #colorsicantsee #para #seblaine para

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smythesm · 2 years ago

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I Was Enchanted To Meet You- Thursday, April 27, 2023

Para: I Was Enchanted To Meet You

Rating: PG.

Pairing: Seblaine.

Blaine: @andersoncharm

Sebastian: @smythesm

When: Thursday, April 27, 2023 (Seb 28, and Blaine 26.)

Location: Boston, Massachusetts

Notes: Blaine and Sebastian get married under a sky of spring flowers.

Warnings: This RP in general includes; Mentions of death/Parental Death (Blaine’s Mom), Mentions of toxic past relationships. Mentions of brief past Klaine. Depression. Anxiety.

Extra Warnings: (This RP is not Kurt Hummel friendly. You’ve all been warned.)

Para Title and Lyrics Taken From: Taylor Swift- Enchanted.

We will be doing a series of little mini’s to progress over the next few years of this RP. Things might get a little confusing but we promise to date them accordingly.

Under cut to keep dash neat. Work is mostly unedited as usual.

Sebastian’s POV:

Sebastian Smythe was getting married and he was thrilled. That was a thought he had never imagined would happen. But, things with Blaine were just that way- mystical, surprising, shocking, romantic, and wonderful. The two of them stood in the courtyard of their Boston home with their hands clasped together. They were surrounded by a select few of their family and friends.

The courtyard was full of every type of purple and white flower you could imagine. There was a mix of magical and natural flowers, even some sprinkled in from Friday's Flower Shop. Blaine had spent the days leading up to the ceremony working his magic to create garlands of hyacinths that swept across the space intertwined with sparkling fairy lights, bouquets of lilies and corsages of sweet smelling lilacs for both of them to wear.

Sabine looked impeccable in her sleek black dress as she sat in the front row, the mother of the grooms. Blaine had told her that his father was in England for business and couldn’t get back. They didn’t want her to think he was on bad terms with him but couldn’t really tell her about the whole exile thing either. She said she understood and gladly accepted the role. She had been a wonderful help, of course. She helped to make sure the chairs and catering arrived on time and even volunteered to watch the house and the pets while they were gone even though she didn’t need to with Freya around.

Hunter had held Mel, their little flower girl, and even sprinkled magical aubergine petals down the aisle. He couldn’t hide his smile as he stood next to Sebastian, Mel’s little coos and giggles mixing with the soft music that played. Tony was their officiant of course and Sam, B’s best friend, stood next to him with a happy look in his eyes that could rival an excited Enjolras ready for a treat.

Tony spoke eloquently but Sebastian could hardly focus on the words. He knew he needed to of course, he had things he was supposed to say. He just couldn't stop staring at his soon to be husband. He looked perfect with his sleeves rolled up and his suspenders. They kept squeezing each other's hands three times, “ I love you.” Seb just wanted to slip the ring onto his lover’s finger, just wanted to dance under the dizzying but lovely scent of the flowers and drink champagne and kiss and kiss and kiss until it was time to celebrate their wedding night all alone.

When it was time for his vows he felt more nervous than he had anticipated. He pulled the piece of paper from inside of his tux jacket and unfolded it with ever so slightly shaky hands that only Blaine would notice.

“ I’m not the best with words unless I’m arguing a case or just….arguing in general, so I’m going to keep this short and sweet. Blaine, the day that Ras dragged me into you at the park was the best happy accident to ever happen to me. You're my favorite person and somebody I never could have imagined ending up with. I grew up thinking that I didn’t need love, that it was a losing game and that I was too smart for all of it. I hate admitting when I’m wrong, but I’m so glad that I was. I love you and everything that you are.”

Blaine’s POV:

Blaine had worked meticulously and tirelessly to make sure his and Sebastian’s wedding was beautiful and intimate, he’d spent weeks tweaking each leaf and petal- most of the flowers were natural except for the hyacinths which Blaine had gone to great measure to craft out perfectly with magic, all the while explaining to his soon to be husband all about Apollo. One of Blaine’s patron gods, and why the flower was significant in the first place. Alas, the story was a sad one- Apollo lost his lover after all, but the point of incorporating the symbol into such an important day for the two of them was that Apollo had gotten love Hyacinth while he was alive and didn’t their story have traces of Sebastian and Blaine’s story? Men loving men, others being jealous of that, fates… It seemed only natural to have as many of the flowers as possible. He’s also made sure to tuck little surprises of red roses and myrtle here and there to honor Aphrodite. She did have a hand in their meeting after all and was protecting his love still. It made him smile every time one of their human guests made a comment about the pop of red in all of the magical purple and white.

And Blaine truly had outdone himself. The whole courtyard looked like a fairytale and smelled floral with a sprinkle of freshly cut grass. It just felt like love and spring and the birdsong was enough to make a person cry. It was as if they were singing just for them. It was gorgeous. Still, none of it compared to the man standing in front of him in a fitted dark tux, purple flower in his lapel, trembling fingers holding onto a piece of paper that featured words that threatened to sweep Blaine away all over again. He wanted to reach out and steady Sebastian’s hands and reassure him once more with three squeezes of love, but he was too taken with his words to do more than grin.

Sebastian’s words, the man who said so little but showed so much. Gods. It was all happening, it was real- they were getting married. Sure, technically they were already married, the papers were signed so they could leave for their honeymoon in the morning with little fuss, but here in front of an audience of people they cared about both present and in memory, it was actually happening. His breath hitched as he listened, Seb telling him that he loved him and everything he was almost made him lose what little control he had over himself and a teary laugh escaped him at Seb’s little joke.

“I hope someone recorded that so I can remind you that you said it later…”

He swallowed to keep himself from losing it over Sebastian’s sweetest words, but he could still feel the tremble in his bottom lip and his eyes stung with tears as gold met green. Blaine felt breathless and like he might float away and was only able to steady himself by reaching out and taking Seb’s hands in his.

“I- well, I guess it’s my turn,” He looked around the crowd at all the faces watching them- Sam, Hunter and even adorable little Mel, hair in ringlets, in her dad's arms stood next to them all with goofy grins on their faces. Tony stood in front of them looking gorgeous with her long braids piled on her head, the tip of her nose red from sniffling. She was doing such a good job. Freya and Ras sat happily with the two of them like proper wedding party members, Freya had trained the pup well. They both looked so proud, yes even Freya. Sabine sat up front with, wiping away tears as she listened, and he watched as Thomas actually took her hand in his as he looked up at Sebastian with- was that pride? He thought so. Blaine noted that David and Nick had snuck in somewhere in the back because of course they did, forbidden or not they had shown up. He gave them the smallest nod. Only two people were missing for him- one was in his heart and he could feel her there each time the spring breeze rustled a new batch of petals into the air, almost like his mom was throwing them herself. And the other person would be risking a great deal by showing up. He supposed his dad not being there was for the best even if it hurt both of them.

He cleared his throat, knowing it was pointless as his voice would be thick with tears the moment he tried to speak anyway.

“Sebastian… where do I even begin?” He squeezed Seb’s hands trying to steady himself and took another breath. “After I lost my mom I never really thought I’d find happiness. I had this… emptiness inside of me and I felt so alone all of the time even when people I cared about were around me. It felt like a piece missing that I hadn’t noticed before and nothing made me feel better about it. Nothing until you and Ras came crashing into me and turned my whole life upside down. The two of us have been through so much- more than most people could come back from, you know?” Blane wanted to say that they’d sacrificed and lost more than most but he didn't’ want anyone to question it, besides Sebastian knew what he meant, “we’ve fought so hard to keep what we have, this love- this untouchable thing, and we’ve came back stronger than ever after all of it, most people would just fall apart-” He swallowed hard, rolling his eyes upward to clear away the tears and losing a few in the process.

“I said I wouldn't cry and here I am crying- shocking, I’m sure.” he paused and brought one of Seb's hands to his lips before kissing it gently, “What I’m trying to say is that I love you so much. In fact, I love you a little more every single day that I get to spend with you. Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done and getting to just sit next to you and wind down on the couch each night after a hard day is the most magical thing in the world to me.” He didn’t care if that last line was cheesy, he meant it.

He wanted to tiptoe up and kiss his person, but Tony was telling them it was time for rings and Blaine’s heart jumped again knowing they were one step closer to being Mr. and Mr. Smythe-Anderson. Normally there would be a ring bearer but the two of them had decided to keep the rings close to their hearts in honor of the way Seb had proposed during their short engagement. Blaine reached up to Sebastian’s necklace, the one that held his protective crystals and wedding ring and slid Seb’s ring loose with shaking but sure hands, nodding to Seb to do the same, his fingers gently guiding Sebastian’s to his own necklace.

Sebastian’s POV:

It came as no surprise that Blaine’s vows were perfectly picked and poised. Most guests wouldn’t think twice about the word ‘magical’ but to Sebastian it meant everything. In their world, one filled with enchanted fruit, gods, cryptids, and teleportation, Blaine had picked him as the most bewitching thing. He had always picked him over the power and the divination, over leading the Witches in his father’s footsteps. Sebastian had never really felt like anybody’s first pick before he met the other man. He wiped a tear off of his cheek with the back of his hand and rolled his eyes playfully, only for B to see.

He knew that later on, when it was just the two of them in their bed that they’d tease each other about how sappy everything was and that he would cheekily deny his nervous hands and watery eyes, he’d smother B with kisses to end the playful teasing and the dark would wrap them up as they tangled together.

The rest of the ceremony was a bit of a blur. They slipped each other’s rings on with shaky and soft laughter. They kissed and held each other tight when Tony announced them as husband and husband. They walked down the aisle surrounded by soft applause and shiny eyes. Sebastian stopped to hug his mother and Blaine shook Thomas’s hand. Looking around at the small group, Sebastian couldn’t wait to get inside and celebrate with their friends and family.

Sabine had helped them set up the downstairs of their home or the small reception. There were more of Blaine’s flowers and handmade candles with lemon balm and cinnamon for good cheer enchantments to keep the mood bright. Sam was in charge of music and manned the record player, Sabine doted over the appetizers and insisted all the guests eat more. Hunter cheered when the two of them sloppily fed each other the first slice of their chocolate wedding cake.

They spun around the living room dancing with their friends to their favorite songs, taking turns twirling Mel around, her giggle better than the music- the champagne didn’t stop flowing (literally, it was secretly magical) and the furniture was covered in suit jackets and discarded high heels. There was candle wax on the floor and flower petals in their hair. Sebastian hated mess and disorganization but this felt perfect, felt like one of the parties Blaine had described from the old times, when witches would dance and sing and drink for the changing seasons.

Blaine’s POV:

Blaine’s body buzzed with an energy that could only be defined as cosmic as their wedding evening soared on. He was tipsy on champagne, laughter and stolen kisses. He’d already referred to Sebastian as his husband more times than was really necessary but he couldn't seem to help himself. It was made all the better by the twinkle in his husband's eye each time he turned to answer Blaine’s call which made Blaine want to keep doing it even more. He found it so hard to contain himself when Sebastian cheekily referred to Blaine as Mr. Blaine Smythe-Anderson while they were pressed close and slow dancing to a song that had lost its lyrics to the melody of Sebastian's voice whispering the words into Blaine’s ear. He swallowed hard, stupidly happy as he remixed an echo of the words to Sebastian by replacing his name with Seb’s and giggling like a kid and good gods they were the cheesiest they’d ever been before. He secretly loved it though and supposed it was warned after the chaos they’d been through.

He was about to make himself pull away so that he could surprise his man with one more thing before the party ended and he got to steal him away and into their bedroom for the night when, dancing there and looking over Seb’s shoulder he spotted a face that outside that he was sure wouldn't be able to make it. There, in their flowery courtyard, standing just out of the fairy light glow where only Blaine could see him stood Will Anderson. His dad was smiling at him, really smiling- blue eyes glittering with a happiness Blaine hadn't seen on him since before his mom died. Blaine’s breath hitched and before he could even smile back, Will was gone. He smiled to himself, opting to keep the secret for just him until later on when he could share it with Seb. Weeks later when the two of them would go through their wedding gifts Blaine would find Will’s gift among the guests as if he’d been there the whole time and perhaps he had been. Blaine hoped so.

He let himself sway with Sebastian for a few moments longer, just breathing in his husband and the revelry around him, his heart feeling light and fluttery with joy over the events of the day. He pulled back and tiptoed up to press a few soft, lingering kisses to Seb’s lips before guiding him to a chair he had placed next to the piano he’d moved into their living room. When he’d magicked it down here yesterday Sebastian had been curious but Blaine had jus told him that someone might want to play it. Nevermind that the someone happened to be him. He cleared his throat and the music faded away slowly by his own doing. He made sure to make the change subtle so their less “in the know” guest wouldn't wonder how he’d done it.

“I, um, I have another little surprise for my husband.”

He licked his lips as he looked around at everyone's faces. He suddenly felt so strangely nervous as he sat down at the bench. Blaine performed live all the time. He sang and played at the Snowed In, he sang and played at the river and in parks and on stages. That was the whole reason they’d even met in the first place. But looking up at everyone now, Blaine felt so overwhelmed that his nerves were starting to get the better of him and he wondered for a moment if playing, which was one of Blaine’s strongest magics, with people like Sabine and Thomas around would give him way. He couldn’t help but hum with his natural, Witchy energy when he played, but most people didn’t notice because they were strangers or they knew what to look for. People just knew they felt better after hearing Blaine play. But, one look at Sebastian’s eager, open and smiling face told him it was okay and he let his fingers hover over the keys. He kept his eyes up and trained on Seb as he spoke, not wanting to miss a moment.

“I’ve spent a long time trying to find the perfect song because of course I was going to sing to you, you know? I mean, it’s me. I wondered if maybe I should go over the top and happy, or slow and sappy. There were so many options I could have used to show you how I felt and then the other day while baking for the Snowed-In this little gem came on and it hit me, I thought it described exactly how I felt when I first met you, Sebastian. And I am so happy that you went against your own rules and reached out to me after that first night and didn’t let me spend forever wondering if you knew how very enchanted I was to meet you…”

Blaine grinned to himself at the silly romantics of it all and let his voice trail off as he pressed his fingers to the keys, shifting into a slow, stripped down piano version of Taylor Swift’s Enchanted. His voice rang sweet and soft yet seemed to fill the room as if that was all that there was in the world. He moved his way through the song, his eyes never leaving his husbands as the rest of the room faded until it was just the two of them.-

(There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired, lonely place

Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face

All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you

Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?"

'Cross the room your silhouette

Starts to make its way to me

The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you…

And now I'm pacing back and forth

Wishing you were at my door

I'd open up and you would say, "Hey"...

…

This was the very first page

Not where the story line ends

My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again…

…

Please don't be in love with someone else

Please don't have somebody waiting on you

…

This night is flawless, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you…)

Blaine’s voice, though trained to do the exact opposite, cracked on his last note as emotions took over and what seemed silly a moment ago left him feeling raw and exposed in his feelings now. His vision blurred with tears as the room came back into view, everyone standing with blissful, softly magicked expressions on their faces- Blaine had tried to only channel his energies to Sebastian since he knew what to expect. Blaine’s vision tunneled only to him, Seb who looked just as blissful and a little in awe, his eyes bright and green in the candle and fairy light glow. Was his husband crying too? Blaine stood on jelly legs and closed the short distance between them, eyes full of happy tears and enveloped Sebastian safe and protected in his arms.

��I know it was cheesy, I couldn't help myself though. I just love you so fucking much, Seb.” The words were whispered against Seb’s jaw as Blaine tried and failed to reach for new kisses.

“I can’t wait to spend forever showing you how much.”

Sebastian’s POV:

Sebastian quirked his head to the side, a curious smile spread across his face as Blaine pulled away and announced that he had another surprise. Their guests turned to follow Blaine as he walked over to his instrument. He could feel everyone’s eyes switch over to watch him, to look for his reaction. All Seb could do was smile and watch his new husband speak, his fingers ghosting over the keys, itching to play.

As Blaine spoke, he could picture their first chance meeting perfectly. Well, chance probably wasn’t the right word. It was destiny. It was the fates plan all along. Seb thought about how B told him they were connected by an invisible string that tangled and wove around their lives until they finally came crashing into one another.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes playfully as Blaine wove the song title into his introduction. The whole thing was just so perfectly Blaine and just so reminiscent of their beginning that he couldn’t stop grinning. Sebastian could feel the pang of happy tears threatening to fall as the other man kept his golden eyes locked on his. His body felt like it might float away with Blaine's magic music flowing through him.

When the song ended the two of them crashed into each other’s arms and held tight.

“That was perfect, B.”

He finally caught Blaine’s lips in a soft kiss, “I love you back. Can’t wait to hear you sing for the rest of my life.”

____

The party slowly wound down after midnight. Sabine urged them to not worry about the mess, said that she’d take care of it. Of course all Blaine needed to do was wave a hand and the whole place would look good as new but they had to agree and thank her to save face. Sebastian had a feeling that even if his mother knew for sure that B was a witch, she would still insist on cleaning. She shooed them away, towards the stairs and told them to go to bed.

“You two have a flight in only a few hours. Don’t worry about me or the pets. Go. Go!”

They knew that they had their flight to Norway and that they should probably sleep a little but, B was magical, after all. He could whip them something up to give them energy or even add more time to their day.

As soon as they were in the privacy of their own room, their hands were on each other. It felt like their first time, tripping over pant legs and awkwardly trying to take dress shoes off, laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.

Blaine’s POV:

As the song ended and Sebastian fell into his arms Blaine made sure to discreetly brush the little happy tears from Seb’s cheeks.

“Good because I have saved so many melodies just for you….”

His voice was a hushed and giddy whisper as he twirled them around the room while Sebastian whispered the sweetest things back to him. Blaine’s once aching and lonely world felt so full and new at that moment. Sure, the two of them had spent beautiful and terrifying years together already, but this felt different. This felt new and exciting and most of all- safe. He felt a security he hadn't felt since his mother had died. With Sebastian by his side and friends on their side he was ready to experience all that life had to offer now. He could hardly wait to start.

Guests slowly started to head home, all except Sabine who had sent her own husband on and was insisting she stay and pet sit for Ras and Freya even though they had told her they could make arrangements for them. She wouldn't hear anything else and wanted to clean their wedding mess and to sleep in their guest room. She wanted time with her grandpets. Between Sebastian and him though, they thought she might be using it as an excuse to have two weeks of alone time. She was already dressed for bed and curled up on their couch with Freya at her side and Ras at her feet. A book in her lap and a glass of wine in hand as she absently shooed them up the stairs- almost as if they weren’t even registering to her.. It made Blaine smile how comfortable she was.

Come morning Blaine would be whisking Sebastian away to chase the mystical northern lights in Norway and there they’d remain for the next two weeks, tucked away in a snowy village almost as old as magic. Seb wasn’t much for snow, but he loved Blaine and they already had a second summer honeymoon planned out for August in which Blaine told Sebastian he’d take him someplace hot where they could be next to naked together on sandy beaches again. But for now, the snow called and besides, Blaine had already promised to keep his husband warm with more than just magic.

His hands fumbled like the first night and strange nerves made his fingers quiver over Sebastian’s freckled skin when he pressed him down into their bed. Everything felt new and just like it always had to him- it was like he was seeing the two of them in a new light, yet nothing had changed at all. He was all energy and want and filled with unfamiliar clumsy giddiness. And yet each rise of Seb’s constellation of freckles under his fingertips was as familiar as his own skin. Each kiss, giggle, gasp and moan felt like home and he couldn’t get enough.

He couldn’t wait to spend the next two weeks alone with his person doing exactly this every chance they got under flickering aurora borealis greens and pinks. Aphrodite was going to be so pleased with them by the trip's end, he was sure of it. Furthermore, he couldn’t wait to spend forever knowing he’d finally get to freely live his life just loving Sebastian. He was getting everything he’d ever wanted.

/fin.

(The boys shall return with more stories in the future.)

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