So he’s driving in a car with a beautiful boy, with Darren, in a beautiful city with bright lights that shine like their very own galaxy. Darren’s at the wheel, wearing rainbow-striped socks and no shoes, in jeans and a vintage A Christmas Story t-shirt that says “I shot my eye out!” in huge red letters. It stretches tight across his shoulders and Chris can see strips of skin at his hips and back when he lifts his arms to stretch.
This boy, this ridiculous boy, told him he loves him, and Chris couldn’t quite accept the feeling, couldn’t quite accept the hard-resonant truth of it. The way Darren’s bright eyes and slow smiles, the gentleness of him, so fucking sweet it makes Chris ache, felt like they were just expounding on that truth like an underline; an all-italics, bold-font significance in everything he does.
(Taking Root by hellonik)
crisscolfer au | in which chris is a famous star and darren is his not-famous boyfriend (part ii)
crisscolfer au | in which chris is a famous star and darren is his not-famous boyfriend.
crisscolfer au | in which chris is a late night talk show host, and darren leads the house band.
When Darren was a kid, the only thing he wanted was to be a musician; to lay himself bare with nothing but lyrics and chords in front of people who wanted to hear it.
Darren’s not a kid anymore, and maybe there’s a small part of him that still wants that, a small part of him that still yearns for it in this abstract, fundamental way. But there’s not a bone in his body that’s anywhere near unhappy with where he’s at - leading the houseband for Late Night with Chris Colfer. And maybe he’s not playing to thousands of fans there to see him, to hear what he’s got in him, but he does get to play for millions of viewers across America. He does get to meet people he’d never meet otherwise - interesting, peculiar, intelligent people because Chris won’t bring anyone on unless they possess at least two of those qualities. He does get to help out with the skits and put both his sense of humour and his acting abilities to use.
He does get Chris. Who’s really as fundamental as music was, is, always will be. (And if that’s the point, if that’s where the warm-buzzing contentment in his bones comes from, well, then, he’s safe because Darren doesn’t think there’s a place on Earth he couldn’t follow Chris to - where Chris wouldn’t want him to, wouldn’t take him by the wrist and drag him along for the ride anyway.)
(written by the beautiful Nik ♥ )
crisscolfer au | in which chris is a football player for the los angeles galaxy and usa nt, and darren is his boyfriend and biggest supporter.
Open skies and open fields, the ball at his feet, the burn in his legs, the sweat rolling down his back - football is the only thing in the world that keeps Chris grounded. Was. There’s that important bit - was.
Before, he had football - it kept him safe when nothing else did, could. Brought his wandering mind to knife-sharp focus. It got him to University and then to a national team and there’s still more places for him to go. It was all he needed. It was everything.
But then there’s Darren. And Darren rearranges things without thinking, without even realizing, and suddenly, where there seemed to be this single thing that took up all the space in his life, there’s room for more. So maybe there’s holes he wasn’t aware of, spaces between his ribs and his heart and his lungs that needed filling. Darren’s persistent enough, sure enough of himself, to find them.
Darren has this habit of being everything Chris needs, even if Chris doesn’t know he needs it at all in the first place.
(written by the lovely Nik ♥)
crisscolfer au: in which chris and darren are an aspiring duo.
Before they were going on tour, and meeting thousands of fans and trying to find a definitive style that’ll set them apart from all the other up-and-coming musicians, Darren was just a boy Chris called his best friend. And before that, Chris thinks, Darren was just a boy who understood and laughed at all of the sarcastic things he said. And Chris assumes before that even, he was just a kind-hearted boy — a boy who happened to find Chris’ notebook of lyrics in the library and returned it to him within an hour. To be honest, Chris doesn’t remember Darren then, before his mother started adding a fifth plate at the dinner table and referred to them in one breath as ChrisandDarren like there was no other way to say it.
happy birthday, dude.