Katie. 20 year old. Avid traveler, reader, photographer, historian: ancient, medieval and Renaissance (mostly). I love people and animals. Feel free to come talk to me!
So since there are so many authors I really appreciate I’m probably going to forget some but some of the ones I appreciate are: Chazzam, CP Coulter, YourFairyGodfather, MotherGoddamn, borogroves, emilianadarling, whenidance, idoltina, penguinutipia, fabfemmeboy, lurkdusoleil, stoney321, zavocado, crazedlunatic, twobirdsonesong, Backwardsmuffin, lalexis, heartwolf, shia_labeouf, ckofshadows, GlassParade, hedgerose, yadivagirl, Doppleganger Tango, klemonademouth, I’ve-Gotta-Be-Me, rainjoyswriting, arainymonday, and any others that I love but my have forgotten!
You’re all amazing and I love you! Know that you are very much appreciated. <3
My friend Tamara (Crazedlunatic.tumblr.com) is writing smut for the first time…please be kind to her, because she’s worked really hard on this and is going to need lots of love on this. If there is any bashing or hating you have me to deal with…you don’t want that.
Hope you all enjoy it! :)
Title: Hearts and Homes
Rating: Eventually M
Summary: A cold winter night finds Kurt stranded after some car trouble, only to bring him face to face with a sick, shivering, homeless boy beneath a bridge. That boy, of course, turns out to be Blaine.
A/N: I don’t know if ‘homelessness’ is technically a trigger, but I’m sure it could bring about bad memories for those who have been through something similar. So, warning for that. This idea came to me after I woke up from a nap and I have absolutely no idea why. I just woke up with the idea of Homeless!Blaine in my head. This is going to be hurt/comfort galore, so if you enjoy that sort of thing, I hope you’ll like this! I hope to post a chapter a day, just to get my creativity back on track and such, and the other chapters probably won’t be as long as this first one. But I think it’ll turn out to be some kind of sweet, loving bit of fiction!
“The pitiful glow from the dying fire gives way to a boy, huddled and small beneath a threadbare blanket. He’s got this mass of frizzy curls atop his head and he stares openly a Kurt, his eyes wide, glossy, and one hundred percent terrified. His nose appears red and raw and the sniffles never cease, even in his fear. Kurt can see the outline of his knuckles from underneath his thin blanket.
The fic writer side of my brain: Man, I wish they would update, but they're probably really busy and maybe they've got a lot of shit going on, and they totally deserve a break given how hard they work. I should really just appreciate the fact that they're posting excellent free stuff for me to read in the first place.
The fic reader side of my brain: Why the FUCK why haven't they updated? This is clearly an act of malice against the entire fandom. Do they think they can just rip my heart out and leave it lying on the floor while they galavant around doing god knows what? Why can't I just chain them to a desk in my basement and make them write chapters in order to earn meals?