Fic: After. (A runner!Klaine epilogue)
Word Count: 4,300
This epilogue has been a long time coming, and nearly didn’t get written at all. The first draft, which was about 1/3 of the way done last month, was originally set two years after the original stories, and was about Blaine’s first time running the Boston Marathon.
Which obviously would have been problematic in any case, even if I hadn’t been there that day.
It’s taken a while, because it’s been important to me to get the ending of this verse right in the wake of last month’s incident, and the days that followed. To write not about running or runners or marathons, so much as writing about two people. It’s not what I was originally planning, but I think everything ended up exactly as it should be—and there’s still a joke in there about organ harvesting, so we can’t have strayed too far from my normal style.
And with that, this:
The morning was cool and breezy, the first traces of winter beginning to make themselves known in the early November air. The sky was overcast, dulling the glare of the sun to a thinner, more seasonally appropriate watery light. Around him on the sidewalk in Central Park, people were shivering, twisting their gloved hands into coat pockets and tucking their faces into heavier scarves than the city had seen in months.
It was a perfect morning for the annual, notorious New York City Marathon. And although Kurt, dressed impeccably for the 40-degree weather and sipping gratefully from his piping hot Starbucks, wasn’t running, his boyfriend—Kurt’s favorite runner and the love of his life—was less than two miles away from the finish line where Kurt was waiting.
And where, if everything went the way that Kurt was hoping it would, both of their lives would change forever.
“I can’t believe you’re gonna get tatted up!” Sam says excitedly as he gets out of Blaine’s car. “Ah, man, it’s gonna be so awesome. You’re gonna look like a total badass.”
Blaine flushes, ducking his head as he locks the car and steps onto the sidewalk. Sam’s praise still manages to make him feel fuzzy, even though he’s been trying in vain to tamp down his crush for months now. Sam is straight and his best friend—though he’s completely okay with Blaine being gay and talking about boys, Blaine’s afraid that if Sam knew the thoughts that sometimes crept up into the back of Blaine’s mind he’d run the other direction.
“I will not,” he says, pushing up his glasses and stopping just outside the door. “It’s just something small. And no one will even see it but me.”
have a fic to interrupt the chatter
AnonymousThank you for taking the time to respond, I appreciate it. I still believe there is a bias in what you are choosing to read, and that is reflected in what you post here. I understand that bias might be a result of where you read fic. Have you thought about including AO3 in the list of sites you visit to read fic? Or looking at the fic tags on tumblr? It'd be really great if you could prove me wrong, but actions speak louder than words. People see you as a reliable source of recs, please be one.
I read 15-20 fics A DAY of varying lengths, from LJ to tumblr to FFnet to A03. I don’t think you have any idea of how much I read that I don’t rec. Its a lot. On average I read as much, if not more bad than good, and I read as many unknown authors as I do known. I’m not about to compromise my choices to fulfill some perceived quota. I refuse to rec on anything but merit.
I am honored that people see me as reliable, and I stand by my recs. My goal isn’t to prove anything to anyone or to serve any agenda. This is me sharing my honest opinions, with the same standards I have always had, and I have no intention of compromising them.
AnonymousYou are so sassy. I love it.
Its unintentional! Sass doesn’t usually help while debating opposing opinions. 0_o
I just have very strong feelings and opinions about fanfiction. I’ve accepted this in my life. The other day I was reading fic on my iPad on lunch break, and a co-worker asks me the dreaded question: “What are you reading?” I hesitated for a moment then replied: “Why beat around the bush. I’m reading fanfiction.”
Anonymouswhat's AtoG? (also, I love your blog and while I don't always agree with your taste it's yours so don't stop please!)
All the Other Ghosts by rainjoy. Its brilliant. Read it. If ever a fic were to go the route of 50 Shades and become published, I’d nominate this one in a heartbeat. I’m even breaking my anti-WIP rule and reading the sequel Grey as it comes out. THE AGONY OF WAITING OMG.
AnonymousThanks for the reply, but I beg to differ. You have a heavy bias in your recs. I went back 4 pages. You gave 24 recs for the fandom-famous and only made 8 recs for unknown writers. You're reccing 3 times as many fandom famous writers. I find your blog less useful these days since you developed such a heavy bias. I'd like to see more fics I wouldn't otherwise come across, because I see the fandom famous heavily reblogged elsewhere anyway.
I should also add that there’s a difference between fic by unknown writers and fic such as Dalton and Little Numbers, which were objectively badfic but fawned over by half the fandom. Those examples aren’t pertinent to what I am talking about.
I was actually using those as examples that being fandom famous does not automatically equal a rec here.
So if a person is fandom famous only a percentage of their work should be rec’d as opposed to on merit? Nope, not gonna happen, THAT would be a bias. If I like it, I rec it. I’m not just going to “assume people read it already.”
I will offer an observation: A lot more recs are reblogs now rather than in roundup posts, its just a changing shift in the fandom that people have shied away from LJ. But the beauty of LJ and specifically the KB comm has always been that anybody, known or not, can promote their fic there, and its where I have in the past come across some great fic. The volume just isn’t the same anymore in comparison to tumblr based fic, which makes its rounds by nature on popularity.
I actually go out of my way to epub fics for KlaineFicsPDFs by unknown authors that I read and like just to get them more exposure in addition to reccing here, which is perhaps also why I’m bristling at your bias accusation, so there’s that.
In the end, where I read fic hasn’t really changed, my methods have not changed, even if the end result has been an upswing in “known” recs recently. The point of this blog has always been a log of sorts of what I’ve read and liked. If there hasn’t been a lot of unknown recs, well, I just haven’t read a lot by unknown authors that I’ve liked in the past week. Simple as that. You are welcome to follow me or not, but its your loss if you miss out on those 8 unknowns just because you think I reblog too much slightestwind.
AnonymousWhy are you only reblogging fic by BNF's? Most people in fandom are aware of their fic already. Can you please consider reblogging the fic written by lesser-known authors? They are the ones who need the exposure.
Apparently I’m not cool enough because I don’t know what BNF means. /le shrug
I rec what I like, no matter who it is by. The work matters, not the popularity. I read nearly everything that comes up on my dash, the KB comm, and KlaineFicsPDFs. I don’t always rec it, but I read it.
I’m actually surprised to get a comment like this, considering that I have all sorts of unpopular fic opinions, like disliking CP’s Dalton!verse and Niff and not thinking Little Numbers was the best thing to ever happen in ficdom. (It was cute, but IMO, thats AtoG ;)
I did think the “discovery” of firefighter!Blaine was unjust considering that oncetwiceforever’s In the Haze came out well before Where There’s Smoke. And my go-to rec is always A Parade of Elephants, one of the most brilliant Blaine-centric fics that never gets nearly enough attention. Favorite kiss description ever is in Pavarotti Lives, another relative unknown. I loved it so much I epub-ed it before KlaineFicsPDFs even existed.
tl;dr If you think I only rec fandom-famous people, you are mistaken. And now you have three fics you might not have read.
kurtsies prompted: klaine drooling on each other while napping
dalton!klaine, pre-relationship. PG.
“God, I feel like we’ve been studying for hours. How long has it been now? At least two hours, right?”
“It’s been 28 minutes, Blaine,” Kurt says wryly, glancing up from his text book to where Blaine is fidgeting across the table from him. “You really don’t do study sessions often, do you?”
Blaine shrugs. “I never have a lot of time for them, what with the impromptu rehearsals and performances I have with the Warblers around school.”
“Well,” Kurt says, reaching across the table to pat Blaine’s arm, “we can get through the next few chapters together, alright? Then we can take a break before we tackle Chemistry.”
“Thanks, Kurt,” Blaine says, giving him a warm look that makes Kurt duck his head to hide his smile, his stomach fluttering in a way Kurt imagines it always will, as long as he’s around Blaine.
your naked magic, oh dear lord—Kurt and Blaine jerk off to their own sex tape (as prompted here).
“Let’s make a sex tape.”
It’s the last thing Kurt would have expected Blaine to say while Kurt’s pants and underwear are down around his thighs and Blaine’s palm is broad over his straining cock. He sits up with a “What?” that sounds a lot less incredulous than he feels, and he struggles to catch his breath as Blaine looks at him with wide, earnest eyes, the pupils dilated and dark.
“Let’s make a sex tape.” Blaine says it again, lips curling around the words like they’re a particular delicacy. He squeezes Kurt’s cock and Kurt can’t help but groan and arch into it. “No one’s going to be home for hours.” He leans in, trails his tongue along the shell of Kurt’s ear, and Kurt shivers, swallowing audibly as Blaine whispers, “And I really, really want to see what I look like with your cock buried in my ass.”
Another prompt, originally posted here. Reposting so that it can be rebloggable. :)
“Say Blaine had just gotten home from the swimming pool, doing laps or something, and was still a bit damp, hair starting to fizz and all pliant and warmed and Kurt just couldn’t handle the amount of hot his boyfriend was so he’s home alone and just sort of drops and Blaine’s like what…?”
“Swim practice ran late, are you already…?”
Kurt answers, “Yeah, is the spare key still…?”
“Yeah, fourth planter on the left. I’m just getting in my car, I’ll be there soon, okay?”
“Your parents aren’t home, are they?”
“Oh, no—just, get comfortable.” His voice is a little breathy.
Kurt can feel his cheeks heat up. He knows what that means by now, and his body is already very, very interested.