(Sorry if you've received this a dozen or so times but my Internet sucks) SOAAF prompt: Lizzy and maybe Kysh complaining about douchey suitors and Nessa being glad or teasing that she doesn't have to go through those. Sorry if it's OOC ^^"
Don’t worry, only got sent once! :) Well. That’s good for me, but probably not promising for your internet. This sort of turned into Lizzy, Kysh, and Nessa talking about boys and suitors and Tau in general, with Kysh and Lizzy telling Nessa how lucky she is. So it’s a little weird but hopefully you like it!
“Ugh,” Lizzy says, flopping back against her pillows, “I hate boys.”
“Not all boys,” Kysh corrects her mildly, slumping into his elder sister’s desk chair. “Just the horrid ones.”
“Fine then. Just the horrid ones,” Lizzy amends, propping herself up on her elbows. “I mean- Lord Gregory is very… interesting and all of that, but he’s thirty. Over thirty, maybe. Twice my age, at least! He can’t honestly think that I’d wish to marry him. Or that Papa and Da would ever allow it. They’re more picky about my suitors than I am!”
Nessa, who is only twelve and not all that interested in romance as a whole, dabs some of Lizzy’s perfume onto her wrists from the bottle where it sits on Lizzy’s dresser, sniffing thoughtfully. “Perhaps he wouldn’t think he had a chance if you didn’t flirt with him,” she points out.
Kysh laughs so hard that he has to clutch his middle, while Lizzy looks altogether affronted.
“I do not flirt with him!”
“Oh, you do!” Kysh assures her, still chuckling a little, “You flirt with everyone!”
“You would flirt with a rock if you thought it would flirt back,” Nessa agrees.
“You’re both horrid little insects. I’ll have you beheaded.” Lizzy tells them, with a disdainful sniff.
Kysh keeps snickering, while Nessa looks rather unimpressed with the empty threat. “Oh, you can’t complain- that prince from Fabre came and kept trying to correct my form and telling me how to hold my sword, as if I couldn’t do it myself. He was more wretched than any of your would-be suitors,” Kysh points out, making a face at the memory.
“He was handsome,” Lizzy pointed out.
“He was an arse. I really won’t marry him,” Kysh says with conviction, “You’re lucky, Ness. Tau’s handsome and kind, and everyone knows you two are unofficially engaged- you’ll never have to deal with this nonsense.”
Nessa shrugs, picking at a loose thread in her dress. “He’s alright, I suppose. I don’t think I’ll ever really… love him. The southerners are terribly… savage, though. I wish he were from the north.”
“Savage?” Lizzy says, sounding mildly offended, “You think Tau is savage? And Lady Asta?”
“No! Well- maybe a bit. I just… I think I’d much rather marry someone from Fabre or Carmel. Or a Daltonian. I don’t think I’ll much like the south. But I am glad that Tau is so nice. I am fond of him.”
“You’re mad,” Lizzy tells her, “I’ll never understand you. I’d give a leg for the opportunity to go south! I’d marry Tau in a heartbeat, if I weren’t heir.”
“I’d feel too strange about marrying Tau,” Kysh says, wrinkling his nose, “I’d like to travel too, and he’s wonderful. But he’s far too much a brother to me. It would be like… marrying Eli.”
Lizzy makes a rather graphic gagging sound, that has Nessa tossing a cushion at her, but Kysh giggles. “Nothing like marrying Eli. Eli is going to be so boring when he grows up. Tau is exciting.”
“I only meant in the sense of feeling as if he’s a brother, not personality. Obviously Tau wins in a personality contest.” Kysh says with a roll of his eyes.
“You’re both wretched to Eli,” Nessa tells them (very firm for a twelve year old), “He’s not half as bad as you make him out to be.”
Lizzy flaps a dismissive hand at her scolding and turns onto her belly, mashing her face into his pillows. “I’m going to tell Da that I’m ill tomorrow, so I won’t have to go on that ride with Lord Gregory. Don’t tattle on me.”
Soaaf prompt- Blaine thinks Kurt has a cute bellybutton :) idk why I had a conversation about bellybuttons today and now I just want fluffy fic
Ever since they’d found out about the baby, Blaine’s been obsessed with Kurt’s stomach. It’s a bit ridiculous, honestly, but Kurt is willing to tolerate it because Blaine is adorable. And it makes him happy, to know Blaine loves their unborn baby so much.
Once his belly starts to swell, though, it’s a constant thing. Blaine places a hand on his belly when they’re eating meals, or just about the castle. When they’re in private, Blaine kisses the skin of it, presses his ear against it because he thinks (against all logic) that he might one day be able to hear their baby’s heartbeat. He kisses Kurt’s bellybutton, and it makes him giggle and squirm against their bedsheets.
“Stop that,” Kurt scolds, pushing at Blaine’s head playfully. “It tickles.”
Blaine makes an amused rumbling sound, and licks the spot before blowing cool air over it. That makes Kurt yelp out and kick his legs, but Blaine holds his down by his hips, presses more kisses over his swollen belly; the rough stubble on his chin tickles Kurt’s sensitive skin. “I love your belly. I love your bellybutton. I love you.” He says, and rests his chin on the high point of the swell of Kurt’s stomach, looking at him with fondness. “You are the most adorable thing I have ever seen.”
Kurt stops struggling and frames Blaine’s face with his hands, “You’re such a flatterer.”
Blaine pouts, and presses another kiss to Kurt’s belly. “No, my darling. I speak only the truth.”
Soaaf- Lizzy's first suitor and how Blaine/Kurt each react
“I don’t like him,” Blaine mutters crossly, arms folded over his chest and slumped back in his chair as he and Kurt watch the young Carmelite prince speak with their eldest daughter.
They’re both young- Lizzy isn’t yet fifteen and the prince can’t be any older. It’s obvious that the boy thinks very highly of himself- to Kurt and anyone with eyes. He’s fairly sure that it is obvious to Lizzy as well.
“Of course you don’t like him,” Kurt hides his laugh behind one hands, eyes flicking from his husband to the letter in front of him. “No one likes him. She doesn’t even like him. He’s an arse.”
Blaine huffs, slouching down further and watching as Lizzy laughs at some joke the boy had told, places a hand on his shoulder. She is lovely, their girl; all tumbling dark curls, big eyes, and easy smiles. “She puts on a good show of liking him.”
“Because she’s clever, and she likes the attention,” Kurt points out, reaching out and tapping Blaine on the nose. “Cheer up, my love. Our little princess isn’t going to fall for such a boring Carmelite bumhole. I fear the day she does take interest in someone. He’ll no doubt be outrageously inappropriate and terribly interesting.”
SOAAF prompt: The first time one of, or all, of Kurt's children find out he was a commoner before he married Blaine.
Anonymous asked you:
SOAAF Prompt please. Cooper, or someone else royal and pompous, visit’s Kurt’s childhood home and is astounded anyone could live somewhere so small. A’la Hugh Grant in 2 Weeks Notice.
I’ve never seen 2 Weeks Notice but…
“Papa! Where are we going?” Lizzy squirms in the saddle, tilting her head back to look at Kurt with huge, confused eyes. She has his eyes. It’s strange- he’s been told all of his life that he has the most spectacular eyes, but he never thought them all that special until he saw them on his daughter.
“To where Grandda and I used to live, darling,” He tells her, kissing the top of the velvet hood pulled up over her curls.
Her entire face crinkles with confusion; “But- you live with Daddy,” she says, as if the world can’t have ever been any other way.
“Now I do,” Kurt agrees, “But a long time ago, before Daddy and I met, I lived with Grandda, in the city,” It wasn’t really so long ago- five years, maybe- but it seems like an entire lifetime since he was last in the tiny forge, and the even smaller attached apartments. “Before I married Daddy, I didn’t have very much. Not everyone has as much as we do.”
“I know that, Papa,” Lizzy says with exasperation, “We have a whole kingdom.”
Kurt sighs, and stops the horse when they reach the ramshackle building. The years have taken their toll- whatever tenants have come and gone in the last five years have not been kind to it. “No, my love. We take care of a kingdom- we don’t have it.” Cooper, Sebastian, Noah, and Michael have accompanied him. Kurt passes Lizzy down to Sebastian carefully, and dismounts after her. He is still no great fan of riding, but he has gotten better at it, over the years. He’s had to. He takes his daughter back from Sebastian once he is down. Both the thin knight and Cooper are both staring at the little shack that was once Kurt’s only home with something like shock. “We are fortunate, but we must never forget that it is not really ours. We are small, compared to the common people. For every one noble-born child, fifty common babies are born, and they are no less important.”
“But-” She starts to argue, eyes wide.
“No, my darling,” Kurt says, shushing her. “I was common born- am common born. I had nothing when I was your age. Am I less important than Daddy? Or Uncle Cooper?”
“No!” Lizzy says vehemently, her plump hands grabbing his cheeks, “No, Papa!”
Kurt shushes her again, and kisses her forehead. “Exactly.”
He takes her into the house, Noah and Michael before him, Cooper and Sebastian after.
Kurt smiles, following her gaze, “Well- it looked very different then, little love. It was nicer, but yes. I lived here.”
“My nursery was bigger than this whole building,” Cooper says, sounding humbled.
Kurt shrugs, still looking around; “I never knew anything else until I moved to the palace,” he explains, “It’s not so small, for the Lower City it was very nice. It was cleaner and less.. worn then. And it was home.”
SOAAF prompt - Klaine in their mid to late 30s and just as passionate as ever. Would love if it was told from an outside perspective, like their guards or maids.
Lizzy has never met a couple so sickeningly in love as her parents. Or, perhaps she simply notices it more because they are her parents. Some of her earliest memories consist of her da stealing kisses, or her papa telling her their story with a dreamy look in his eye.
The truly impressive part though, she thinks, is that they truly seem as happy on her sixteenth birthday as they did on her fourth. Papa has always insisted on baking their birthday cakes himself (or at least the smaller ones for their family celebrations), and Lizzy likes to watch him. He’s magic, her pa, moving gracefully through ingredients and steps without any hesitation. Da likes to watch too- wanders through the kitchen and sneaks behind his husband to wrap his arms around his waist and dip his fingers in the batter.
Papa always scolds him and smacks at his hand with a spoon, but there’s a smile in his eyes and Da always offers him a finger-swipe of batter too, and a playful peck on the lips.
They’re gooey and ridiculous and Lizzy both dreads and longs having a love like theirs, one day.
They do meet when they are young, but they both know that they're essentially promised to each other. Nessa is four and Tau is eight. Fill under cut.
Nessa is four when Asta and Tau first visit them. Blaine and Kurt arrange their children in a neat row, Lizzy first, then Kysh, then Nessa. Eli is a bundle in his arms. Asta and Tau step out of the carriage and Kurt almost laughs and cries, all at once, because, on one hand, they are dressed in Daltonian fashion. And on the other, Tau is seven and he is so grown. Kurt's heart aches.
"You must be so uncomfortable," Blaine says to them, and embraces Asta tightly. "It is so good to see you."
Asta returns the embrace, and says back, "As it is to see you, Blaine of Dalton."
Kurt watches as Blaine also embraces a nervous looking Tau. "You have grown quite a bit since I last saw you," Blaine tell him, giving his shoulder a squeeze.
"It is an honor to meet you, highness." Tau says, still uncertain.
"Call me Blaine," Blaine tells him, "Well- when you were an infant I told you to call me 'Uncle Blaine', but that seems a bit presumptuous now. So just Blaine, don't you think?"
"Blaine," Tau repeats carefully and offers a small smile.
Kurt transfers Eli from his arms to Mercedes', and hugs Asta. "You look well."
"I am. And you, Kurt?" She asks, holding him at arm’s length.
He smiles, and straightens out his tunic. "I am very well. Come and meet our family."
He introduces the children one-by-one.
To Lizzy, Asta says, "Last time I saw your fathers, you were but a seed in your papa's belly."
Lizzy's eyes are wide an interested. "Papa says you fight like a dragon,” She murmurs, “He says you’re fierce.”
“Well,” Asta smiles, tugging on one of Lizzy’s dark curls, “I try my best. Perhaps I’ll show you how while I am here. Would you like that?” When Lizzy nods enthusiastically, she laughs, and moves on to Kysh, her eyes big and sad. She presses a kiss to his forehead and strokes his hair for a moment. “You’re a fierce one too. I can tell. How old are you now, little love?”
“Five, m’lady.” Kysh says shyly, twisting on the spot.
“Five? My, you’ve grown fast. Soon you’ll be all grown up.”
He smiles, huge, and nods. Asta looks to Nessa, in her favorite dress, with blue slippers on her feet and her hair a neat braid. “And you are so beautiful, little one.”
“Thank you, m’lady,” Nessa replies, twisting and holding the edges of her dress.
Tau bows to Nessa, stiff and northern in style, and she curtsies back. They’re both quiet, clearly shy, and Kurt doesn’t know what to do to make it better, to make it easier for either of them.
“Will you play tea party with me?” She asks, sudden and unabashed.
Tau blinks at her, surprised, and then says, quietly: “Yes.”
Prompt : Kurt/Blaine telling their parents that their newest arrival (Kysh) is a carrier :)
“I can’t believe I missed this one too,” Blaine’s mother complains, “I insist that the next one I take the month off- I want to meet my grandchildren as soon as they’re born!”
“Mother,” Blaine says, unable to keep himself from sounding amused, “You’re only a day late. Hardly anyone else has seen him yet. Just Lord Fredrick, the midwife, Maria, Burt, Lizzy…”
“Him? A grandson!” His father shouts triumphantly, “I knew it was a boy, my lad, I just knew it- felt it in my bones.”
Blaine smiles, shrugs, and opens the door to Kurt’s resting bedroom. He’s propped up against the pillows, hair tousled but clean with Burt on his left, Kysh sleeping in his arms, and Lizzy curled into his side. “Not necessarily a boy.” He says giving Kurt a wink.
Kurt smiles back, and Blaine can see the subtle movement of his thumb, brushing back and forth over the mark on their baby’s palm.
“He isn’t…?” Gasps Blaine’s mother, and when he nods, she lets out a ‘whoosh’ of air and rushes to the bedside, eagerly crooning at Kysh, and saying to Kurt; “He’s beautiful. Really. You two- your children are just- we’re so blessed.”
Blaine’s father joins her at Kurt’s side, giving Burt a smile and gently squeezing Kurt’s hand. “Between the two of them, they’ll break every heart in the realm.”
Prompt : Kurt going into early labour with Eli ? Like where and the shock seeing as all his other pregnancies where around the date they where expected .
Kurt says: “Oh, dear. The baby is coming.” and Blaine’s heart nearly jumps out of his chest.
“What?!” Blaine asks, sitting straight up, Lizzy, who is six and sitting cross-legged on the floor, gets wide-eyed. Kysh, curled up like a cat and sleeping in Blaine’s lap gives an unimpressed snore.
“I think my water broke, oh, I’ve ruined the couch,” Kurt sighs, mournfully, shifting and lifting himself from the seat. Sure enough, the light fabric is damp with fluid, as is Kurt’s loose dressing robe.
“But Lord Fredrick isn’t here,” Blaine protests, shifting Kysh from his lap to his shoulder and standing as well, “You can’t have the baby yet.”
The look Kurt flashes him strongly suggests that he thinks Blaine’s intelligence is subpar. “I can’t just not have the baby yet, Blaine- that’s not how it works.”
“But it’s too early!” Blaine protests, “Lord Fredrick always helps you deliver-“
“You are being ridiculously thick,” Kurt tells him very calmly, hands cupped under the curve of his belly. “Go and fetch Unique. I am telling you now that this baby is not going to wait two days for Lord Fredrick to get here.”
“Right- I, of course, I’m sorry!” Blaine says, and Kysh lifts his head from his shoulder, looking around confused.
