this one i titled Telepathy Isn’t Special. Ain’t that fun? ITS A KURT FIC GET EXCITED
Also it’s pretty much another soul mate au sorta thing but this soul mate thing is a presence in the mind, like you’re linked and can access each other whenever you want but it’s not always.
You grimaced, the weight of another mind pressing against
yours and your fingers clenched around your pen.
I’m busy. You shot
to the sudden presence and you felt it wince, the unhappiness at being forced
away. Your heart twinges and you send begrudging affection toward the presence,
feeling it light up.
I missed you. The
presence answers and your stomach flips, your lips turning up helplessly. You
let the presence bath in your matched feelings before you remind it that you
really are busy. This time, it recedes happily, wishing you good luck and you
return to the page feeling settled, easier than you were before.
Your pen touches the page before you remember your drink,
your eyes scanning the area around you for it only to see it resting, sweating,
on the kitchen counter all the way across the room. Your nose wrinkles
unhappily and your fingers twitch, the glass disappearing from the bench and
reappearing to dampen your fingers.
Taking a sip, you set it off to the side and return to your
work, your hand writing out the words as if it was your native tongue and not a
long dead language.
“It’s got what we need.” Scott mutters, his face upturned as
he glares at the building. Beside him, Jean runs a palm over his shoulder and
down his back, easing him and he smiles at her.
“I think the it you’re talking about is a person.” Storm
glowers, always displeased with his attitude and Peter nods along with her.
“And why don’t I just go get it?” He adds, offering the girl
beside him a goofy grin that she reluctantly returns. “I’m no professor but I
can move it.”
Kurt snorts at the half joke, the group recalling the
previous nights dance party where most of Quicksilvers moves had been blurs.
“We need the person. They’re a mutant. Their mutation isn’t
important, though the Professor told me we need to be careful of it.” Scott
butts in, talking over the beginning of Kurts sentence and Storm shares a look
with the young man.
“The professor told me.” She mouths to him, poking her
tongue out obviously and Jean sighs, the entire group able to feel their leader grind his teeth.
“Here’s how it’s going to be-” Scott begins, the words the
same at every debrief, no matter what was happening around them or where they
were. Last time, someone’s bullet had just grazed Storm and she was about to go
nuclear when he’d cut in with a mission update and calmed the group enough to
take down those against them. “Jean’s going to the door, she’s inconspicuous
and actually nice.” A pointed look
spears Ororo and she growls softly. “Once she’s got the girl talking, she’s
going to blank her. From there, Kurt needs to grab her and put her in the car.
Then we go home.”
“Why’re we here then?” Peter hums, drumming a rhythm on the
street light they were all congregated around.
“In case anything goes wrong. It’s a flimsy plan but it’s
the quickest and simplest. We don’t want a fuss.” Scott answers and the group
nod, easy understanding filling them.
“Off we go.” Jean grins, bumping her shoulder against Scotts
softly, his eyes soft on her, as she turns and heads across the street. Her
hands fill her pockets, head down and just slightly nodding, as if she can hear
“Come on Eileen!”
You sing laughingly, sliding and bouncing from spot to spot as you prepare
dinner. Your hand flies out, salt appearing in it and suddenly becoming your
microphone. “Toora Loora Toora Loo- Rye Aye!”
A knock sounds at the door just as the presence pushes
against your mind and you stumble, the salt slipping from your fingers as you
catch the counter. The smash echos and you jump, worry pushing against your
mind, almost chafing.
“Just a minute!” You try and call over the din, hoping your
voice carries over the music. Waving a hand, you dart for the record player,
the salt and glass shards disappearing to reappear in the bin behind you.
Panting, you open the door and smile at the red headed girl
“Hello, sorry. I… Uh, was cooking.” You manage, brushing off
the fumble with a smile. “Can I help you?”
“Yeah, I’m looking for a girl named Emily?” She asks, voice
clear and precise. Very precise for someone who’s supposed to be confused.
“She lives on the floor below. Exactly below actually.” You
answer with a furrowed brow, suspicion in your voice and her cheeks colour.
“Oh, right. Sorry.” She answers almost instantly, your words
barely out of your mouth. Her cheeks get a little redder and you’re about to
question her when the presence shoves against your mind and you make a small
sound of fury.
“Stop.” You whisper harshly to it, the words escaping your
lips accidentally and you’re the one to blush this time. Your eyes meet the
girls in the doorway awkwardly and she grins at you.
“Soulmate?” She asks with ease and you know she’s had
practice with it, more than likely that this girl has met hers already.
“Yeah. Likes to butt in all the time.” You answer gratefully
only to blush again. “He’s great, he really is. Really nice.”
She nods and the tension eases in your shoulders, your
momentarily bitter slip having brought a tenseness to them. You hate when
people hate him, when he vents to you.
“I’m so sorry for kidnapping you like this. It was advised
that we stretch our legs after last weeks incident.” The strange girl offers
apologetically and you rear back. Kidnapping? Incident? You’re inside your home, you have no idea about
an incident. What is-
The world goes dark.
“Now Kurt.” Scott orders, the dark skinned boys face drawn
and unhappy, but he disappears all the same, reappearing moments later with
Jean who supports the stranger in her arms.
“Jean.” Scott chides, moving forward and taking the load
from her with an unhappy expression and she smiles at him warmly, opening the
car door to settle the body in the back.
The team grumbles as they settle into the seats, Jean taking
her place beside a driving Scott and Storm at her side. In the back, Kurt rests
his head against the window, worry etched in the lines of his face while Peter
makes smart comments that have Scott grinding his teeth.
“It’s okay.” Jean promises, turning to face Kurt, who meets
her eyes momentarily before turning back to the racing landscape, the tree’s
giving way to a stone wall.
“We’re home.” Scott announces, another ritual, as they drive
through the gates.
“Y/N.” The wheel chair guy before you greets and you scowl
at him. You’re well aware of who he is. Renowned mutant activist, Charles
Xavier and by his side- Raven Darkholme. If it weren’t for them, their entirely
recognizable faces and more recognizable acts in support of Mutant rights, then
you’d be ditching this joint.
“Mr Wheelchair Guy.” You greet cordially, the scowl almost
set into your face by now and Mystique matches it.
“Read this, if you could.” He smiles, ignoring the name
calling, and offers you a piece of paper.
“I could. But what’re you going to offer me?” You smirk,
taking the page and scanning it. Words highlight themselves before you and you
flinch from the page, holding it like a bloody knife. “What the hell is this?”
“That’s what we would like to know.” He answers cryptically
and you nearly snarl, wanting to throw the page away.
“I’ll tell you what it looks like then.” You snap, barely
holding the paper now and knowing if there was a stiff breeze you’d lose it,
not that that would be too terrible. “It looks like a signed confession to
mutant genocide. And it’s descriptive as hell.”
Ravens brows furrow and she glances at Charles, who meets
her eyes for a moment before looking back at you.
“If you could read it? Aloud?” He asks gently and you hiss a
breath, inhaling sharply.
“They’re like the wild sheep in the hills.” You begin, teeth
clenched between sentences. “Unclean creatures muddying the bloodlines we’ve
fought to maintain. Like the sheep from the hills, we clear them. Like the
sheep from the hills, the stones are stained with their blood and we paint our
houses with the rich colour. The sheep scream, though never as satisfyingly as
those plaguing our streets.”
You pause, looking up at the pair as they watch each other. “I
don’t want to read this.”
“You’re the best translator in the country, we must ask you
to continue.” Charles says with a blank expression and you wonder what he’s
hiding, what thoughts are nestled in his mind.
Your heart stutters uneasily and the presence returns,
pushing against your mind nervously and you welcome it. Your longing and
affection reaches for it, colliding with it’s own and a smile settles on your
I’m sorry I snapped
earlier. You apologize and warmth fills you, assurances bleeding through
your thoughts. Your heart picks up at the attention and instant forgiveness.
I am sorry I pushed so
hard. You flinch from the words, denials bursting from your mind to his and
you can feel the small laugh that leaves his lips.
“Please continue.” Charles pipes up, ignoring your moments
of silence without a word and you change positions before continuing, a thrum
in the back of your mind keeping you warm and safe.
“Talking to your lover?” Storm pipes up from beside Kurt and
he jumps, popping out of existence and right back on the other side of her. A
laugh tinkles from her lips and he watches her dazedly. “A very lucky girl?
Kurt hums at the question, he’d never really cared. You knew
he was a boy but he’d never pestered you for that kind of information on your
own. He doesn’t even know your name.
“You don’t know.” Storm frowns, a pause after her words
before she nods understandingly.
“I went through that, for a while. It doesn’t matter who
they are on the outside, just the person they are on the inside. The one that
your soul recognises.” She explains and his shoulders droop at the
confirmation, an agreement with something he’d never been able to voice.
“That is exactly it. Thank you.” Kurt smiles, Ororo copying
it without hesitation before she launches into another topic, his famous
Birthday gift for @notthetoothfairy! Yes, bish, I wrote you something smooshing together 3 things I knew you’d like - that prompt, college AU and skank Kurt. And i fucking studied your gorgeous blog for it! Love ya, bish. I’m sorry for the typos, but i couldn’t have my beta look at this one before posting ;)
I hope you like!!!!(I’d put a hugging gif or smtg but that would make the post fucking ginormous)
Kurt likes to think he keeps it classy. Despite the leather, and
the ripped jeans, and the dyed hair, and the motorcycle – he keeps it classy.
He doesn’t holler at people as he drives by, he disposes of his cigarettes
butts properly; he makes sure his bike makes the normal and indispensible
amount of sound when speeding up, and he just generally minds his own business.
He may be… badass, but he’s kept his class. And, I mean, he’s a college
freshman showing up to campus on a sweet ass ride. He doesn’t care what others
think (hasn’t since he was a sophomore and discovered the wonders of steel tip
boots and detachment), but if he did, he knows they’d think he looks equal
parts intimidating and cool. Badass with class.
And that, right up
there on the sidewalk walking towards campus, is a great ass he has class with.
Legally in love by KrazyForKurtbastian:
A year after Sebastian Smythe and Kurt Hummel break up, Sebastian a successful named partner in his own law firm (with his happily married friends Jeff and Nick) finds himself alone on his birthday.
Who, Being Loved is Poor? by KrazyForKurtbastian:
Long ago in a land far away both Prince Sebastian and his devious step brother Prince Hunter have feelings for the lowly but beautiful stable hand’s son Kurt Hummel. As both princes compete for the peasant boy’s affections Kurt must decide who he loves, the kind but misunderstood crown prince or his deceptively sweet brother?
It’s Just Like a Movie by AndersonRex:
Kurt was a journalist for a struggling celebrity magazine, and Sebastian was an actor with enough baggage to go around. It’s only when Kurt’s boss assigned him an article that requires him get closer to his former rival, that he starts to wonder if the pros really do outweigh the cons.
Beautiful Things Never Last by AndersonRex:
After Klaine’s breakup, Kurt seeks solace in Virginia. There he finds a certain Warbler who might help him rediscover the original Kurt Elizabeth Hummel.
The Time When… by Starlight_Daylight: Collection of moments Kurt and Sebastian shared the time when they…Drabbles are not necessarily from the same AU unless stated otherwise. If not, they have no relations to each other.
Day 1: Dalton!Kurtbastian. Day 2: Cheerio!Kurt x Lacrosse Captain!Sebastian. Day 3: Crossover or AU. Day 4: Body Swap. Day 5: College!AU. Day 6: S4 Redo. Day 7: Online.
If I Never Drew You by Leydhawk:
Kurt has always drawn his clothing designs on a model of a boy he sees in his mind, a boy with green eyes, who grew and changed as Kurt did. When he gets into an AP art program at the local college, he never expects to meet the boy in person, or that Sebastian has been drawing Kurt since childhood as well.
10. Give Me a Memory. by Teardropfires: “So for three years now, they’ve been doing this. This admittedly weird friendship that toed the line into unknown territory more times than he can count. Kurt had always assumed it was one-sided and unrequited.But none of this explains why Sebastian attacked Kurt mid sentence by smashing his face against his.”
Like One of Your French Boys by cornflakesareglutenfree:
Sebastian draws, okay? It’s a masculine pursuit. Get over it. And sure, Kurt has good lines. And maybe he should take his pants off. OR The fic where Sebastian is drawing Kurt in a coffee shop and then things get *saucy*.
Meerkat Day by delightful_fear:
A Groundhog Day AU. Sebastian & Kurt are complete opposites, and being thrown together for a big case, when the universe throws a wrench into the works. Can Sebastian overcome the time loop he’s stuck in, and come out the other side smiling?
Wrong Window by delightful_fear:
It starts with Sebastian sexting Kurt by accident…. Or was it an accident? Things heat up between them and then go in a surprising direction.
Distraction 'verse by artist_artists:
The first Kurtbastian fics I ever wrote! These go AU after season three, since they were written that summer, and it follows Kurt and Sebastian’s relationship from friends in college to more.
Glitter and Grease by scifigeek14:
The club was called Desire and it was about as cliche as strip clubs came. What wasn’t expected was that the Raven was Kurt Hummel or that Sebastian Smythe would discover this fact.
The Love You’re Given by Teardropfires:
Kurt and Blaine have been somewhat happily married for almost 16 years. They have a beautiful six year old daughter, they have great friends, a nice home in the city, and Kurt has a job that he loves. After an embarrassing flop from his first attempt as a solo act on Broadway, Blaine starts teaching at a few of the universities and has made the family move further from the theater district, much to Kurt’s dismay. Kurt continues to work his way through the community separate from Blaine, but has always been reluctant to take on major roles in order to keep the peace with his husband. After a drunken night of writing, Kurt and Rachel create the start of a promising new musical that has them all excited. When it gets up and running and receives some positive buzz, it puts a strain on an already rocky marriage. But one Sebastian Smythe, fresh off a nervous breakdown, threatens to knock it over the final edge when Jesse hires him as the producer. Kurt tries to save his marriage, be a good father, have a successful career, and find happiness.
Summer Wind by iaminarage:
This verse is basically a series of fluffy one shots. In this verse, Kurt and Sebastian started dating in January of Kurt’s Sophomore year at NYADA. Sebastian is a student at NYU. It is generally canon compliant through the end of season 4.
Control of the Heart by xonceinadream:
Sebastian’s always hated knowing who his soulmate is going to be, that he couldn’t choose his life. When Sebastian meets Kurt at Dalton his life turns upside down. He’s not ready for a relationship but he doesn’t want to hurt Kurt. When Kurt meets Blaine and starts falling for him that changes things for Sebastian and he comes to a few realizations.
Not Enough by Obsessivecompulsivereadr: After a year of a relationship with both Blaine and Sebastian, Kurt has had enough, and he’s decided to remove the source of all his relationship problems from the equation… himself.
Make Me Happy by iaminarage:
After spending two years out on tour with Wicked, Kurt Hummel is finally back in New York and ready to take the next step in his career. What he’s not ready for is the sudden reappearance of Sebastian Smythe. This is the story of a career, a relationship, and a group of friends finding their way in the city they all love.
Four Hearts by KurtsAnatomy (TheSwanOfWinterfell):
Blaine Anderson, Elliott Gilbert, Adam Crawford and Sebastian Smythe are the four rulers of Dalton Academy and the Warbler Council Members. When new kid Kurt Hummel auditions for the Warblers, all four of them slowly begin to fall in love with him. Who will get him?
Life in Technicolor by hammersandstrings:
Kurt is fresh off a Tony win when he faces his toughest role yet: PR boyfriend to Academy Award nominee and resident pain in the ass, Sebastian Smythe.
Hunter Clarington: A Mystery by rasyaharidy:
Kurt Hummel, an up and rising Broadway and film actor, is happily married with entrepreneur Sebastian Smythe, and best friends with renowned orthopedist Hunter Clarington. Although he is tied down with Sebastian for years as of now, some people would see the three of them in a polyamorous relationship, because of the affection Hunter gives to Kurt and the latter doesn’t even mind. But, of course, there’s a story behind everything. It is quite long, though.
Of Bear Cubs, Meerkats, and Hobbits by Obsessivecompulsivereadr:
Blaine has cheated on Kurt, and while Kurt is in no way surprised, he is surprised about who Blaine cheated with – Dave Karofsky. While Kurt sets out to make changes in his life, Blaine won’t accept the break-up without a fight. And an unexpected friendship with Sebastian Smythe changes everything for Kurt.
It’s Just A Bar, Right? by JessAlmasy:
After leaving NYADA, Kurt finds himself working in a bar with the last people he’d ever dreamed of. He’d known he was making a mistake since he first walked in the door, but he’d had no idea what he was getting himself into, or where it would lead. AKA: The CoyoteUgly!Glee story that never should have been written.
Later Then? by Obsessivecompulsivereadr:
Sebastian pulled him close and dipped his mouth near Kurt’s ear again, “Isn’t this where you tell me you have a boyfriend and I say something about not caring?”
Safe Harbor by KattsEyeDemon:
When tragedy strikes, Sebastian has to find help in the one place he would never have thought. Living with Hudmels proves to be a blessing and his undoing at the same time: can he resist the boy he simply can’t have? Or will these unwelcome feelings destroy his only safe harbor?
Prompt: For your soulmate au for Kurt I was wondering how Scott would be able to find his soulmate because he would never be able to look them directly in the eye, so I was thinking that maybe his soulmate’s power would be to briefly block people’s powers so one day Scott asks them to block his power so that he could see without his glasses again and after it happens they notice each other’s eyes.
Note: It has been forever since I’ve written for Scott, my smol son. I missed him. I missed everything on this blog tbh. I love you guys.
Word Count: 1013
Scott, from the moment he got it, hated his mutation. He hated the danger it put others in, he hated the lack of control he had over it, even after months of practice, but most of all, he hated that he couldn’t see his eyes.
Everyone else at the mansion had a pretty good chance of finding their soulmates. Mutants, more often than not, ended up with mutants. But no matter how bad he wanted to find his soulmate, he knew he couldn’t. Not without endangering everyone around.
Honestly, he just wanted to be able to see the world as it was, without the red hues that his glasses provided. Even if it was just for a little while.
You hated your powers for a completely different reason. Your mutation wasn’t so much a mutation as it was a lack of one. You had the ability to block the powers of others. It was helpful sometimes. Not as helpful as, say, being able to shoot lasers from your eyes or being able to teleport or being able to read minds and move things without touching them, but it was useful, you supposed, for defensive tactics.
The others called you Shield.
Now that you had been working with Charles and the other X-Men, you supposed your powers weren’t so bad. Months of work had shown that if you focused hard enough, you were able to create force-fields and other defensive measures to protect yourselves and the others in battle. Jean couldn’t get inside your head, and none of the others’ powers could affect you either.
Scott had liked you since the moment you arrived at the mansion. He took one look at you through the red lenses in front of his eyes and he knew that you weren’t just another student or another teammate. You were something more than that. He didn’t know, however, the extent to which the two of you were connected.
When he learned about your powers and what you could do, it only gave him more hope.
After training one day, Scott approached you.
“Hey there, Shield.”
“What’s up, Cyclops?” You teased. He smirked.
“You know I hate that name.”
“And you know I hate mine, so I guess we’re about even.”
“Fair enough.” He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “So I was wondering maybe…I want to go to the mall, and I kind of don’t want to wear my glasses- that didn’t come out right. What I’m trying to ask is-”
“You want me to block your powers for a few hours so you can go to the mall like a normal teenager.”
“Yes. That’s exactly what I was trying to say.”
“I can do it, but I’d have to go with you.” You told him. It didn’t seem to bother him. The opposite, in fact.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
“All right, let me get changed out of this battle suit and then I’ll meet you in the main room?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
The drive to the mall was nice. The two of you had ‘borrowed’ one of the professor’s cars and were jamming out to the radio all the way there. It had been a while since either of you had found time to relax and just be teenagers. Being X-Men was important, but it didn’t exactly leave you a lot of free time.
You parked the car and the two of you stood in the parking lot.
“We should probably do it out here in case anything goes wrong.” You told him.
“Yeah, you’re right.” Scott nodded. He looked up at the sky, closed his eyes, and then took off his glasses, tucking them away in his pocket. You took both of his hands in your own and took a deep breath. Your power flowed into Scott, and he gasped as he felt the change. It was small, but it was there. “Can I-?”
“You can open your eyes, Scott.”
For the first time in months, when he opened his eyes, lasers didn’t erupt from his eye sockets. And in addition to that, the sky wasn’t purple. It was blue. He stared up at the cloudless blue for a few seconds longer. He had almost forgotten what it looked like.
Then, slowly, Scott brought his line of vision down…to you. He was scared of hurting you, but you squeezed his hands reassuringly. Nothing would happen so long as you were touching him.
Finally, your eyes met his. For the first time, you gazed into his mismatched eyes and your heart stopped. His left eye matched your right eye. And your left eye matched his right eye. The two of you stood there frozen, staring at the other’s eyes until they faded to matching.
“S-Scott.” You struggled to get your mouth to cooperate. “You’re…”
“I knew it.” His voice was quiet, disbelieving of what had just happened. “I knew it!”
“Oh my God,” you rushed into his arms. Scott held you tight, spinning you around like you were a princess in some fairytale and the two of you had just stumbled upon a happily ever after. You both laughed and cried happy tears from the overwhelming moment. Scott had been your soulmate all along.
The two of you stood there holding each other for a moment. Scott never wanted to let go of you. Somehow, holding you in his arms was the most satisfying feeling on the planet, and he felt like he would never get enough of it.
You pulled away to look at him for a few seconds, eyes scanning over his unobscured face. You brushed his cheek with your thumb, staring at his soft lips. He smiled and pulled you in, closing the space between you.
“Thank you,” He whispered as he rested his forehead against yours. “For everything.”
“How about we go into the mall, soulmate?” You laughed through tears of joy. He nodded, pressing a quick kiss to your lips and then wrapping an arm around your shoulders as the two of you walked into the building.
Blaine woke the next morning with a serious case of dry-mouth and little recollection of what had happened the night before. He remembered playing the gig, and that it went well. He remembered applause and a decent sized crowd. Despite that, he knew he still didn’t want to join the band full time, no matter how many times Sam asked. (Okay good he remembered Sam asking again last night.) He remembered drinking a lot (too much), and his friends putting him into an Uber. He didn’t get sick in the car (but wasn’t so lucky once he got home).
Kurt and Blaine meet at a music festival, hit it off straightaway and spend a wonderful night together, but come morning, Blaine finds Kurt gone. On the nightstand is a ring, hiding clues as to where Kurt can be found. Intrigued, Blaine strives to solve the riddle, only to find the challenges don’t end there… Fairy tale Klaine AU.
Here was a piece I did for the @prompt-a-klainefic reverse bang for a royalty marriage AU prompt where kurt was set up to marry cooper but falls for blaine instead, who’s uninterested in marriage. unfortunately the author had to drop out but I’d still like to share the piece with you guys since I liked how the composition turned out haha (also I wish them well since I ended up failing to meet the deadline for the last Klaine BB event I was part of, so I understand)
hello, lovely readers! here’s the rebloggable version of my fic masterpost! full list is below the read-more (so try clicking the above link if it disappears on the mobile app in reblogs :D). as always, AO3 links are included if you prefer to browse there.
Kurt and Blaine couldn’t stand each other in high school, maybe one was a jock/cheerleader and the other a nerd/glee clubber. Or they were bitter rivals for competition solos if they were both in glee club. Now they both live in NY and their friends set them up on a blind date, not knowing they went to the same high school.
High School AU, Cheerio!Kurt, Jock!Blaine Rating: Explicit Warnings: some bullying and homophobic language, teenage sex Word Count: ~4500 (this chapter)
Happy Birthday!! and thanks to my superbeta @mshoneysucklepink. I think I rewrote this chapter 3 times so she had her work cut out for her.
Senior year started in less than a week, and Cheerios practice had started the week before and he had plenty of things to think about instead. He did. He didn’t have time to waste on thoughts of fumbling hands and pretty eyes and orgasms shared with anyone. He didn’t.