#completed wip

Set of Feathers is complete on AO3!

World-famous figure skater Blaine Anderson loses his costume designer just before the Sochi Olympics. When his manager brings in Kurt Hummel as the replacement, Blaine gets more than brilliant costumes. He also gets another chance at love. A story about falling in love as an adult who's been in serious relationships before, interwoven with themes about preserving your voice and humanity when powerful politicians are trying to fuck everyone over. You know, in case any of you can relate.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5147468/chapters/11849801 Chapters: 28/28 Word Count: 65,254 Fandom: Glee Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Sue Sylvester, Sebastian Smythe, Adam Crawford, plus varied and sundry cameos including Sam Evams, Santana, the McCarthy Twins, Mike Chang, and Becky Jackson Additional Tags: Sochi 2014 Winter Olympics, Kurt Hummel & Sebastian Smythe Friendship, Past Adam Crawford/Kurt Hummel, fluff with minor drama, Heartwarming, character-driven smut, Anti-Vladimir Putin, Gay Rights, Russian Politics (more on AO3, including sex acts you pervs) Art: @esilher made beautiful fanart and it's here!

The collage is just the ebook cover I made for my Calibre library. Feel free to download it for similar purposes. All photos but the Kurt and Blaine ones are from Unsplash.com. I know the K&B photos look a little young for 30, but older photos of the actors are so obviously the actors and not the characters, I can't bring myself to use them. (another version under the cut because I wasn't happy with the resolution I was able to get on the Blaine screenshot above)

after a night we have the finished product,

we are all lazy to do the background.

anyways this won’t be the last you’ll see Golden Osmanthus cookie, teehee. Maybe I’ll try my hand at making a ‘realistic’ version of her (more so like more historically accurate clothing, and uhh human skin colour. She smells so Ming Dynasty coded but I’ll see which fits.)

Melting over this absolutely stunningly GORGEOUS scene art commission done by @a-loveunlaced (thank you, thank you, thank you for this <3) for the epilogue chapter of The Art of Ascension, bringing this 305k word story to its well-deserved end.

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Excerpt from Chapter 63/63 of The Art of Ascension:

“I love our dysfunctional little family,” Hermione said with a laugh to herself once the last of their friends had disappeared through the green flames, replaying the night in her mind. She lay her head on Draco's shoulder, alcohol making her smile easy and her eyes heavy, despite their place sitting on the floor, leaning against the side of the armchair.

“I do, too,” he said sleepily, head lulling back against the fabric of the arm.

“I just want this feeling to last forever, you know. Can’t we just have nights like these forever?”

“We can,” he nodded. “You can have me forever and I can have you and we can have all of them. Just marry me and the deal is done.” He said it casually, without a thought and Hermione laughed. He picked his head up from the chair and looked down at her, “I’m not joking, love. Marry me. Let’s do this forever.”

“Draco, you’ve drank too much tonight,” she waved him off, “You’re not thinking clearly.”

“It’s the only thing in the world that’s ever been clear,” he shrugged, “You and me.” Crookshanks strutted over to them, grazing his tail against Draco’s arm as Draco’s head lolled towards the cat, “And Crooks. You, me and Crooks. This is the only forever I want. Our friends come with the package. But if forever looks like anything else, you may as well off me now.”

Hermione huffed, “You’re being dramatic.”

“I don’t think so,” he shrugged again.

She laughed and pushed herself up, pulling her dress over her hips and draping a leg across him to straddle his lap as she leaned down and kissed him. It was sloppy and it was sleepy, but it was so damn lovely. “Let’s drag ourselves to bed, Draco. I can barely keep my eyes open.”

“And I can barely keep my hands off of you,” he responded, pulling her lips back to his as his hand slipped the strap of her dress off her shoulder, the fabric over her chest going with it as he cupped her breast, his other hand sliding down to sink into her hip. She loved what she felt in his kiss—it was unhurried and wanting and easy. Easy like their night had been; easy in the best, most carefree and confident way. Forever sounded nice, like this.

Vi shifts her hips, attempting to jostle Caitlyn off but she just settles all her weight, knees locked around her hips. “Ah ah, no no, you started it. I think I should be the one allowed to finish it,” Caitlyn murmurs, making a point of rolling her hips.

“You want to finish me off?” Vi asks around a smirk, corner of her mouth upturned. Caitlyn returns it as she leans in, leaving an opened mouth kiss to Vi’s neck, her jaw, until they meet lips. Vi hums into it, back arching as she attempts to roll her hips, but Caitlyn only bears all her weight down.

“What did I just say,” Caityn breathes, tightening her hold on Vi’s wrists, earning her a breathy moan. “Can you follow directions or do I need to tie you up?” Caitlyn says, her eyes lidded and voice low. It sends heat down Vi’s body, making her squirm, and in turn Caitlyn tightens her hold again.

“Think you’re gonna have to tie me up there, cupcake,” Vi murmurs, lifting her head in an attempt to kiss Caitlyn but she only pulls away, smirk on her lips. Vi lets her head fall, eyes wandering over her face as Caitlyn rolls her hips. “Kiss me.”

Caitlyn narrows her eyes, seems to actually be considering it and it makes Vi keen. Caitlyn slowly lowers herself, lips brushing over lips. “Since you asked so nicely,” she says, licking over Vi’s parted lips once before properly kissing her, tongue immediately sinking in deep. Vi moans into it, tries to reach for Caitlyn but she just tightens her hold, making Vi lose feeling in her fingers.

“Can I fuck you Violet?” Caitlyn murmurs, loosening her hold marginally to rub soothing passes over Vi’s wrists. Vi’s lips part, her breath quickening as she nods her head, reaching up to kiss Caitlyn. She meets her in the middle, gathering Vi’s wrists in one hand as she lowers herself, settling her entire body, slotting thighs between thighs while her free hand travels down between Vi’s legs.

Vi rolls her hips, a moan escaping her at the barely there friction she craves. Caitlyn kisses her once more before pulling away, her hair a curtain around both their heads. “Vi, I need you to do something for me.”

“Anything,” Vi murmurs, rolling her hips again, eyes lidded and this side of blown. 

Here’s Faust in my style :P