okay I’m gonna have another shot at this while more people are online; do we know if the tickets for Darren’s Paris concert are released 9am French time or 9am any of the US timezones?
blaien asked you:
crisscolfer prompt: domestic fluffy goodness (glasses!darren, glasses!chris, scruffy!darren…dare i say, scruffy!chris!?)The minute Darren walks in the door, he looks at Chris.
“You ready for this?”
Chris nods, a firm set to his jaw. “I’m ready.”
*
Day One:
“First rule is, no shaving,” Darren announces.
Chris rolls his eyes. “So you’ll have a beard by three pm, and maybe I’ll get some stubble by Friday.”
Darren leans in and kisses his cheek. “Lies. You’ll at least have a five o’clock shadow by Wednesday.”
“You’re such an optimist,” Chris smiles and leans into him. “And here I thought the first rule would be no pants.”
“… that’s the second rule,” Darren says.
*
“Two Plus Two” - Chris/Darren/Will/Mia thetimesinbetween and snapely requested a Chilliarren foursome. Yeah, yeah, you guys finally got me. LOL.
The first time they wake up together, all four of them, after that first drunken but agreed upon experience, Mia has Darren under her with two fingers inside of him.
She thinks they’re still asleep; Chris knows that she would have dragged them across the bed to join them if she’d known that they were awake. But as it is Chris hushes Will and Will goes still beside him, listening.
“Yeah, just like that, huh? Want my fingers, such a needy boy—”
“Fuck, yes. Please. Please—” Darren pants.
“Please what?”
“Needs of the Few” - Kurt/Blaine luckyjak requested a Star Wars AU, where Blaine is a Force sensitive sex slave and Kurt is a chaste Jedi who rescues him. D/S relationship with some BDSM elements (whipping). Set during the Old Republic time, not the original trilogy era. This was so much fun to write.
“I can’t thank you enough,” is the first thing that Blaine says to him when they exit the council chambers on Tython. “I—I don’t know how to—”
Kurt adjusts his hood around his neck and stops, nodding to a passing trainer and guiding Blaine through the crowd to the shuttle bay where Kurt’s ship is docked. A maintenance droid chirps the usual confirmations about the ship being ready and cleared for take off. He waits until they’re safely inside the slightly cramped, slightly run-down ship before answering.
“I won’t pretend that I wasn’t concerned they might reject you because of your age,” Kurt says, trying to sound gentle. He is aware that most of the time he just comes off as cool, and Blaine is nervous enough as it is. “But these are trying times; the Republic needs every able Jedi that it can find and train.”
They’ve been traveling together for weeks; Kurt hasn’t been training him, really, just giving him general background knowledge and occasionally allowing him to ask questions and receive answers. He hadn’t been prepared for anything more. To that end, neither had Kurt; the last thing he’d expected from his mission on Nar Shaddaa had been to return with a battered, young, Force-sensitive sex slave in tow.
“Out of Breath” - Kurt/Blaine gigisplanet requested: “Kurt and Blaine having quiet sex in an unexpected location while Rachel is pottering around the apartment?”
Not sure about the “quiet” part, but…here you go. ;)
“Shh,” Kurt hisses, then giggles, burying his face against the crook of Blaine’s neck. They’ve been in the bathroom for a while now, brushing their teeth and washing their hands and trying desperately to shake off the buzz of the alcohol that’s been making them trip all over each other since they walked home from the bar.
Blaine is in New York and Blaine is living with them and Blaine sleeps in his bed at night and his life is the best life ever. Blaine still loves him, and he still loves Blaine, and that is all he needs, okay? All. Life is awesome, and can only get awesomer. Awesomest?
Blaine laughs into his shirt and he guesses he’s been saying all of this shit aloud because Blaine is really very amused, shaking with the effort of quieting down. As the drinks leave their system Kurt has gotten progressively more bendy and Blaine has gotten progressively more handsy.
okay guise
so I’m obv gonna try to get tickets for Darren in Paris (I’ll fucking sell my Leaky ticket if I have to) and I’m wondering if we know if the 9am time set for ticket release is Paris time or any of the US timezones? I feel this is vital information since it determines if I need to get up at 8am tomorrow or not.
So, do we know? I’m sorry if this is considered ‘public knowledge’ but I’ve been so out of the loop lately BAD ME. Thanks angels.
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From Chris Colfer (2:34 PM)
I think I’m in love with him.Ashley nearly drops her iced coffee in the middle of her living room.
Before she’s gotten the chance to sit down and type out a properly thought-out response to such an abrupt admission, her phone buzzes again in her hand.
From Will Sherrod (2:35 PM)
I love Chris.
I’m just popping in here from the dead (yes I’m alive I just have A LOT going on rn I’LL BE BACK SOON) and ask if there’s a fic yet of chris and will dating and chris being super nervous and giddy about this potential boyfriend and darren is the super best friend who answes all the texts and calls with the patience of a saint and then he’s the best man at their wedding and then they all fuck
because that should exist
“Puppy Love” - Kurt/Blaine For the anons who requested animal hybrid/breeding.
Kurt is a human born as a breeder, capable of impregnating hybrid carriers. Blaine is a hybrid carrier, a canine male capable of being impregnated. He’s brought to a clinic to be bred as necessary—if hybrids don’t mate during their heat they can die—and Kurt is assigned to him, though he gets a lot more than he bargained for and finds himself instantly drawn to the young hybrid.
Warnings for: puppy!Blaine, hybrid sex, mating in heat, knotting and, obviously, barebacking. Kurt is 19 and Blaine is 16 if that’s an issue for you.
The breeding rooms always smell unpleasantly of the cheap, bought-in-bulk hybrid-friendly cleaner that the janitorial staff uses to sanitize the rooms in between visits. It’s made worse by the air freshener that they use to cover the antiseptic odor; the two combine to form an absolutely noxious scent that Kurt can never seem to get out of his clothes.
True be told, there’s very little about his job or his place of employment that he actively enjoys. There’s nothing to be said for the breeding program aside from the fact that it’s necessary; breeders like himself are genetically built to fertilize carriers and carriers, whether male or female, are genetically built to breed.
The only difference is that he can breed at will and has control over himself; the carriers, when they go into heat once a month, have to come to a clinic to be bred or their heat will either put them into a coma or kill them.
“Mind if I Move in Closer” - Kurt/Blaine Uh, fluff. Not quite sure where this came from. :) Kurt and Blaine reminisce about “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”.
Kurt circles the posh leather sofa with a fond, faraway look in his eyes. “Oh my god, I feel like—has this place shrunk?”
Blaine laughs, hands in his pockets, and completes a turn around the Dalton choir room. Their voices echo off of the high ceiling. “I don’t think I’ve grown that much taller, but you sure have.” He shrugs. “I guess when you’ve lived in New York City a place like this seems kind of small.”
Maybe, Kurt thinks.
“I dunno,” he replies. It’s easy to brush it off like that, but he has some very fond memories of Dalton. Fond enough to bring them back here to plan their engagement party. They’ve rented the lobby and the main ballroom for the big event. “This place was a refuge, for a short but very necessary time in my life.”
