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Kendrick Lamar ft. by Big Sean | Control

Prompt: Unexpected/Bad Luck Holiday Events Author: Leydhawk Word Count: 602 Verse: Beyond His Control (on AO3 and ff.net) Pairing: Kurt/Sebastian Rating: PG (1 swear) Warnings: none Very Superstitious "Eliza Hummel has been rather the dark horse this season, clad in a full body leotard designed by her father, and skating to controversial music while pushing the technical envelope with not only a reliable triple axel, but regularly attempting a quad toe loop, although she has yet to land it cleanly in competition. Her artistic coach, who also choreographed her free program had this to say," the announcer introduced. "Eliza is a powerhouse. She's going to lead the quad revolution among the ladies. And the fact is, her music is a Broadway showtune. How could that be inappropriate?" Johnny Weir said, lowering a full on diva glare into the camera. ~~Bad Luck~~ Having come in third at Skate America, Eliza needed a good finish at Skate Canada, the only other event in the Grand Prix in which she was skating, in order to qualify for the Grand Prix Final. She was second after the Short Program, in a good position to place and secure her spot. Heading into the holidays, the Hummel family's travel plans were dependent on what happened with this Free Skate. "Sweetheart, just do your best," Kurt had said before he and Bas headed into the arena to their seats. "Don't worry about anyone else. Be like Papa. Only you matter," Bas said, his face serious but his eyes crinkling at the edges. "You're so bad, Dad," Eliza laughed. Then her nerves returned. "You have the necklace on, right?" "Of course I do," Bas replied, showing her the little silver skate charm that lay on its chain under the collar of his shirt. Eliza nodded and turned to her little brother. "Kick ass out there, Beth," BB said, hugging her. When she pulled back she rolled her eyes so he could see. Changing how she was called had worked with everyone but BB and Grandpa Burt. A final look to her fathers, and Eliza turned to follow her coaches, Johnny Weir and Pyeter Alexandrinov, into the hallway leading to the locker room. ~~Bad Luck~~ Kurt clutched Bas's hand as they waited through the other skaters. BB played games on his phone. When the Russian girl who was in first after the short did her Michelle Kwan-esqu spiral and the crowd roared, Kurt threw his arms around Bas and whispered his anxiety into his husband's ear. Bas soothed Kurt, as he always did, but when Kurt brought his hand down, his watch band caught on the chain around Bas's neck and bent a link enough for it to break. Bas felt the skate charm slide down his chest to his waist and quickly retrieved it from inside his shirt. Kurt's eyes were wide in horror and Bas could see him starting to hyperventilate. "I ruined it! I ruined her chances at Grand Prix Final! Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod..." Kurt breathed even as he gasped. "You haven't ruined anything. Do your breathing, babe, Beth's next and she will fail if you pass out and make a scene." Kurt had years of practice with the breathing techniques that calmed him, so he began. "You haven't ruined anything, Blue Eyes. You can even fix this stupid chain. I know how good you are putting those accents on jackets and shit. Breathe. And do not telegraph what happened to her good luck charm, okay? It's safe, in my pocket. I'm still in possession. She's gonna do great." Bas whispered to Kurt until his husband had calmed again. He glanced at BB and saw that the boy had missed the whole thing. The announcer introduced Eliza, and Bas brought both his companion's attention to the ice.

Prompt: New Author: Leydhawk Word Count: 651 Verse: Beyond His Control (on AO3 and ff.net) Rating: G Warnings: none Welcome to the World Kurt hugged Blaine and Eric as they left, thanking them for helping Lari move out of the Hummel apartment. Elizabeth Antonia Hummel was three weeks old, and they had weaned her onto formula from Lari's breastmilk, and Lari had been eager to return to her own life and writing about her experience as a surrogate. Kurt was certain she'd have plenty of funny anecdotes about how controlling he had been of her self care, but his daughter's health was worth any humiliation. Closing the door behind his best friend and his partner, Kurt rested his head against to door. He was exhausted as only a parent of a newborn can be. He wanted to collapse where he was and sleep for days, but his dad and stepmom were coming the next day and he needed to transform Lari's now bare room into a guest space. Why had he agreed to let Bas sleep this afternoon? Kurt had never felt the bone-deep tired he felt then. He rubbed his eyes and winced at the way his skin felt. When had he last done his full nightly skin routine? Before Lari went into labor? Oh, he was adding years to his face skipping nearly a month... Right, Bas had taken both feedings this morning. That was why Kurt was swaying on his feet and Bas was dead to the world in their bed. Bed. He needed to make the guest bed. Even if he didn't manage to completely clean the dust away and remnants from Lari, he at least had to get sheets and blankets on the bed for Dad and Carole. Kurt shuffled to the linen closet and grabbed the guest sheets, then went into Lari's room. He needed to stop calling it that in his head. Making the bed by rote, Kurt stared in longing at the horizontal surface. "Mmm. Mmm. Aaooohh..." The sound of Beth waking through the baby monitor on Kurt's belt brought him around. He heard a thud down the hall and he hurried to open the door to the bedroom. "I've got her. Go back to sleep," Kurt murmured to Bas, who had apparently rolled out of bed and was on all fours next to it. He heard a grunt and didn't wait to see if Bas was going to curl up where he was or get back on the bed. Beth's room was beautifully decorated. Kurt knew that because he'd done it himself. It wasn't gaudy splashes of pink everywhere like so many baby girls were subjected to. It had violet walls and bedding, and the rocking chair had gorgeous tapestry cushions. He didn't see any of it. Picking Beth up, and taking her to the changing table, he made quick work of her diaper then swaddled her tightly and went to the kitchen to prepare her bottle. After the unhappy sounds she made upon waking and even more unhappy sounds while being changed, Beth waited with only tiny little meowing whimpers that faded away once he put the nipple in her mouth. He went and sank down on the sofa while she ate, snagging a burp cloth and throwing it over his shoulder along the way. Wearing Bas's shirts had become par for the course ever since he'd lost two of his own to spit up and one to some other stain he didn't even hazard a guess to it's origin. And all he'd gotten from his husband was a smirk regarding the change. She finished the bottle and he got an incongruously loud belch out of her. She looked up at him and he had one of those indescribable times as they communed silently until her eyes blinked, then blinked slower, then closed and she slept. His own eyes followed suit even as his mind ran tiredly through the other things he intended to do during this sleep cycle. Instead, though, he just slept.

Prompt: Jingle Author: Leydhawk Word Count: 766 Rating: M Verse: Beyond His Control (on AO3 and ff.net) Pairing: Blaine/Eric (OC) Warnings: masturbation, D/s "Darlin' you're not gonna believe what happened today! Customer comes in in the middle of a rush and puts on an impromptu performance! Of a darn commercial jingle! I was just like: what is wrong with people these days? Being near NYU, you know I get drama and serenades and all sorts of performances, but this guy looked older than a student and had super white teeth; so fifteen years ago!" "Oh... That's..." Blaine didn't seem enthused. "Why are you so down in the mouth sweet pea?" "Um. My brother is in town and he wants to see me." "Hey there! I'm glad there's at least one member of your family who shows an interest in you and your life. When is he available?" "I, um, I think you might have already met him." "I don't follow." "Was the jingle the Free Credit Rating one?" "Wh-oh! Yeah, that's what it was. Why?" Blaine sighed. "That was Cooper. I told him you work at a Starbucks near NYU and he probably made a scene at every store within a quarter mile of campus." Eric shook his head and chuckled. Blaine hung his head. "Hey, there's more to this reaction, isn't there?" Blaine sighed. "You probably think he's really hot. I get it. Everyone does." Eric understood. "Baby, look at me," he ordered, his voice holding the quiet command that set Blaine's nerves twitching. Blaine looked up. "Text him. Tell him to meet us at the diner in an hour." Blaine tilted his head and frowned but immediately pulled out his phone and sent the text. "Now go get in position." Blaine stripped down and put his carefully folded clothes on the bookcase, then dropped onto his knees and down into child's pose on his mat beside the bed. "Kneel up. I want you to watch me." Eric pulled his own clothes off and stretched out on the bed with his laptop. He pulled up a playlist of Cooper's commercials on YouTube and started it. "Watch my body, darlin'." Eric watched the first three commercials, and Blaine's eyes obediently raked over his Dom's body, starting to relax a bit. Eric's dick didn't so much as twitch or swell. Eric closed the laptop. "Recite your full name, and your childhood address and phone number. Repeat until I tell you to stop. Keep watching me." "Blaine Devon Anderson, 3452 West Hamilton Avenue, Westerville Ohio--" Blaine spoke by rote, and saw an immediate difference in Eric's reaction. Breath quickening, eyes growing darker, cock already growing; it was obvious that Blaine turned Eric on more than the commercial had. Reaching for the lube, Eric started stroking himself, quickly winding up with his tells. Blaine couldn't take his eyes off his Dom, his own body responding. He stuttered through two more repetitions. "Stop," Eric commanded, taking his hand off of himself and thrusting up a few times, gasping. "Please, sir," Blaine begged. He needed to make Eric come. It was some kind of primal sub urge. Seeing him so close to completion and denied was agonizing for Blaine. "No." Blaine whimpered. "But..." "Silence." Eric laid still until his erection began to wilt. "Okay. Get dressed, baby. We're gonna go meet your brother." Blaine bit his lip and obeyed, thoughts awhirl, completely confused. When they stood at the door, Blaine finally tugged Eric's sleeve, his signal that he wanted to speak. "Go ahead and ask, sweet pea." "Why?" "I deserved punishment for not making sure you know that you're everything to me. I don't want anyone else." Blaine's knees wobbled. "It's my fault, sir, please, punish me, not yourself--" "Nope. This is mine. We're gonna go meet Cooper and you're to watch and see that my focus is you. I only want you, Blaine. I love you and honor you and cherish you." Blaine started to fall to his knees, but Eric caught him and hugged him instead, whispering reassurances until his legs would hold him again. "I love you, Eric. I... I thank God for you. And I think that's the first time I'm sincere in saying that." "Oh, my dear. I'm grateful for His plan, too. Now, let's go." They held hands all the way to the diner, and Eric made good on his vow to keep his focus on Blaine even when Cooper tried to get all attention on him. He succeeded with the rest of the diner patrons and staff, but not with Eric. That night, Eric let Blaine worship his body, pleased that they were on the same page again. Blaine had never felt more confident in a relationship.

Prompt: Charm Verse: Beyond His Control Word Count: 527 Warnings: Only an f-bomb, otherwise pure fluff! A/N So I wrote this inspired by the Klaine Advent Day 3 prompt and then it occurred to me that it's not Klaine, it's Kurtbastian. Whoops! I figure my Control readers might want to read it anyway, so I'm posting but not tagging it for the challenge. "Sweetheart, these bruises are deep. Keep that ice on them, alright?" Kurt said, stroking his daughter's cheek. "What? More bruises? What the hell?" Bas entered the room and saw his fourteen year old and his husband exchange a look. Kurt got up and drew Bas into the kitchen. "She's training hard on a triple axel. It's a very difficult jump, Bas. This is normal." "Bruises the size of a fucking dinner plate is normal? Give me a break, Blue Eyes," Bas snapped. "I know how those hurt, and I know how injuries like that affect you when you grow up! I'm sick of this!" "Dad..." Beth stood in the doorway, her big eyes pleading. "You can't make me stop skating. I love it so much, and I'm good, Dad, I'm really good. This could be the year I go to nationals. I need a great season before I move to the senior level. Please, I don't mind the bruises!" "Honey, he's not going to make you quit," Kurt reassured. He could feel Bas's tension easing at the puppy dog eyes Beth was giving. "You don't get it. Injuries you get now can cause you pain decades from now," Bas argued. "They'll be reminders that I am a survivor," Beth declared, raising her chin and looking so much like Kurt that Bas had to suppress a smile. "Beth..." "Eliza. I want to be called Eliza, Dad," the girl said, suddenly sounding exactly her age. Bas sighed. He knew she loved figure skating. As a family, a lot of their schedules had revolved around the sport for years. But it was only this season that she'd taken her training to such a level that she faced injuries every time she stepped onto the ice. "I'm going to go change. Put that ice on your bruises," Bas huffed, heading to the bedroom. He got out of his work clothes and into comfortable lounge pants and a t-shirt. "Daddy?" He turned from tossing his dirty clothes into the hamper. Beth rarely called him Daddy anymore. "Eliza?" She smiled at the name. "I know Papa understands my need to compete. I want you to have a reminder of how important this is to me," she said, coming into the room and holding out a necklace to him. The fine silver chain held a single charm on it, and Bas shook his head. "You can't give me that, honey. That was your grandma's. It was a really big deal for Grandpa to give it to you." "I know. That's why I want to let you borrow it. Will you wear it this season for me, for luck and support?" Bas rubbed his face with one hand. Kurt always teased him that it was a good thing Beth was such a great kid, because Bas couldn't refuse her anything. "Okay." She beamed as he took the necklace with the skate charm on it and slipped it over his head. He opened his arms. "How does it look?" Beth threw herself into his embrace, and he held her carefully. "I love you, Eliza." "I love you, too, Daddy." Kurt tiptoed away from the door, smiling.

Kendrick Lamar