One rainy night, nestled at a patio table of a small café, Kurt broke off his engagement with Blaine in a moment of heated frustration that had been building for weeks. That was 12 years ago, and they haven’t seen each other since. Suddenly, they may find themselves reunited in a place they never expected. If you had a second chance with your first love, would you take it?
Mostly canon-compliant through the Season 6 breakup. Alternative Universe after the breakup with non-traditional Dom/sub themes. Please see the author’s notes.
NOW COMPLETE on AO3[here],including a bonus chapter with six art pieces I had commissioned by StarKurt.
Congratulations,@gleefulpoppet! I love this story! It showcases the boys’ journey of healing and finding love and support in one another in a beautiful and true to life way. ❤️ Definitely check this story out if you haven’t started reading it yet!
Artist: Cover by me. I’ll share my surprise art when I get it from my assigned artist soon!
Prompt Provided by:Anonymous
Pairing(s):Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson
Rating:Mature
Word Count: 14,405
Characters:Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, Elliot “Starchild” Gilbert, Original Character
Summary:Kurt is in his senior year at NYADA, and life has changed fast as Rachel has become a success and moved out and his other friends have found their passions elsewhere. So, he makes a plan to have the most spectacular year ever: start a band, get a roommate so he can keep his newly remodeled apartment close to campus, and find a boyfriend. Should be easy, right?
Or… the one in which Kurt meets Elliot “Starchild” Gilbert and Blaine Anderson at open auditions for his new band.
I really enjoyed this story! So many cute, flirty moments, some hilarious friendship, and some super sexy boys at the end. Definitely check this one out!
Not the school subject, which I know nothing about (sorry to my chemistry teacher). I’m talking about love. But more than that, chemistry is the way two people interact, and usually it is referring to a romantic sense (though there can be friend, familial, or even antagonistic chemistry). So here are some tips on creating and maintain some of those sparks to make your readers care about the relationships in your story.
Make it Slow
It doesn’t need to be slow burn. Hell, it could even be love at first sight. It’s not about the falling in love, it’s about the relationship itself. In real life, we don’t know what a partner is like until a month, 6 months, a year, maybe even a decade after being with them. First impression you is not the real you. Let the characters develop themselves naturally and slowly, and the relationship will not become too fast-paced and unrealistic.
Give them Differences
We’ve all heard the saying “opposites attract.” And since everyone is different in some way, that is true. Now, your romantic interests don’t need to be polar opposites. In fact, something which I will talk about soon is that they should have some similarities. But a difference creates conflict—good conflict. Conflict that can mirror character’s internal conflict, that can mirror the plot, that can lead to surprising bonds. Make your characters’ differences complement each other, and that will lead to great chemistry.
Give them Similarities
Wait, what? You just said to give them differences.
Well, yes. Both can be true. In the same way that every person on Earth is bound to have something similar and something different with every other person on Earth, your characters should have some similarities to go along with their differences. What is a common trait, or situation, or part of their identity that they can bond over. What do they share that nobody else shares with them? Answering this question can also answer the key question: why do these two characters specifically work well with each other, and not with anyone else?
Focus on Each Separately
You can’t make a good relationship unless the characters that are part of that relationship are also good. So, before you jump into trying to create chemistry, make sure your characters are fully fleshed out first. They should be able to stand on their own with their roles in the story. Make them complex, with motivations, goals, and a key role in the story beforeyou pair them together.
When you spend a semi-absurd amount of time coming up with a name for your evil empire and end up with a really good one that matches the other names in the story in terms of vibes, and looks Suitably Evil on the page, and excitedly share it with a non-writer-but-they-know-a-lot-of-starwars-friend…..
and they point out that it’s phonetically very similar to a pretty well-known planet.
which means you have to start over because you don’t want to look like you’re trying to copy starwars.
Characters: Jessa, Sev, Scorch, Walon Vau… Every character imaginable and few that you probably didn’t expect to see
Warnings: None!
Summary: Harvest Day is very busy day. The boys head home. Jessa faces some hard questions. Walon has to decide what is right for his growing clan.
A/N: 15K holy hell. Thanks your patience with this one. it was an undertaking! As always thank you to my wonderful @crimson-dxwn for letting me bounces ideas off of her and for her beta'ing. Thank @fractiouskat for being an A+ cheerleader and thank you to @royalhandmaidens for the greatest banner ever!
Kyr’vhetine Tuur comes on a most un-autumn like day with temperatures before the sun had fully risen already beginning to look to those of a cool summer morning. The winds had disappeared almost entirely overnight, leaving only a gentle breeze that barely kissed the nunas’ feathers
It was going to be an excellent day to celebrate the end of the growing season and the bounty of the harvest, Kal had proclaimed before the groups had split off.
Walon wasn’t one to argue the good fortune of a perfect day. He was old enough to know they didn’t come often and still young enough to appreciate it for all it was.
He pulls a deep filtered breath in while his HUD scans the surrounding tree line.
Per tradition, hunting parties had broken off at the crack of dawn in search of game. This would be one of the last good days for a hunt before the snows came and the animals disappeared into the white wonderland of northern Mandalore. It wouldn’t be prudent to attempt again until the heat of summer fell and the mothers had dropped babies and could be more easily avoided.
Rav Bralor and her boys from Yayax squad - as well as the former commander Levet - had come in the night before, much to Walon’s chagrin. Sleeping arrangements were far tighter these days with the various marriages and additional children. He’d had to put his foot down when Kal had offered his rooms up to the entirety of the Bralor clan. In compromise, Walon had allowed Rav and Levet to take up Jessa’s room and she had movedinto Scorch and Sev’s while the rest of the clan piled in with the other bachelors.
Walon pretended that he didn’t know his Ad’ika had spent most nights asleep in Scorch’s bed already and simply explained that he didn’t think either commando would appreciate others sleeping in their space. She’d eagerly complied.
She was still asleep when he, Mird, Rav and Levet had gone to meet the other early risers for their hunt.
The verdant summer greens had faded first into jewel toned fallen leaves and finally crisp brown litter that spilled across the forest floor. It added a layer of difficulty that the Mando’ade found a pleasant challenge. Shatual were a finicky creature, as likely to run away from a hunter as they were to attack it. The crunch of leaves under boots was enough to solicit either response and many an unlucky Mando had found themselves enjoying the scent of bacta rather than the taste of shatual haunch after a hunt gone bad.
Each clan of the former training sergeants was represented this morning. Kal and Ordo had set off in one direction while Mereel and Corr had gone another. Rav and Levet had joined in as well. Walon, no human adiike of any ability in sight, had Mird as his hunting companion.
The strill stalks ahead through the tops of the veshuk trees, silent as death itself. The sun had yet to penetrate the forest around him and the stillness, the sheer quiet of the morning calmed him like little else could. Two days and still Fenn Shysa’s intel bothered him on a level he wasn’t familiar with.
Of course the Empire would look to make money where it could. Of course clone lives meant less now than they had to the GAR and the Republic at large.
Maybe it was the fact that they all had adiike still on the ranks - if they’d managed to survive this long - or perhaps it was the fact that they weren’t even being sold as slaves.
Walon, Kal, Rav and the rest of Cuy’val dar had raised competent soldiers, the best of the best. He himself had spouted that they were to be tools of the Grand Army, that their one purpose was fighting for the Army that in the end would give little thought to the clone -the men- they sent into battle. Now, to hear of them being sold as surplus like a decommissioned line of blasters or transports left Vau feeling sick and angry in a way that wasn’t familiar with. Righteous indignation was a state of being for Kal Skirata, but for Walon Vau it was new and uncomfortable. He didn’t know what to do with the rage simmering in his chest.
