Part two of the medieval!klaine collab between @esilher and me!
Here is another look into the life of our beloved knight!Blaine and prince!Kurt. This time Esilher drew Kurt and the picnic and I drew Blaine and the background and wrote the drabble <33
They had been sitting there for quite a while now, their stomachs full of the picnic they had just enjoyed and the sun warm on their faces.
Leaning back against his lover’s chest the prince sighed.
“Are you still comfortable?” Blaine asked, gently tracing the defined line of Kurt's jaw.
Kurt let his head rest back on Blaine's shoulder and nuzzled his cheek, a content smile on his face. Blaine felt Kurt’s warm breath on his skin as he let out a sigh through his nose. “Quite,” Kurt said. “You are more comfortable than the softest cushions in the castle. I could stay like this for hours.”
Blaine felt the bark of the tree press into his own back as Kurt was leaning his weight onto him, but still he couldn't help but agree. He too felt more comfortable and at ease like this with his love, than on any bed or settee without him. However, to be in a bed with Kurt? He enjoyed that too. Very much so. He dared to let his mind wonder. Ever so slightly.
“What are you thinking about, my love?”
“Hm?” Blaine hummed distractedly.
“You are being rather quiet.”
“Oh…” He blushed. “I am just thinking about that I am happy to be here with you. And that I love you. And that you are beautiful,” he said, a little flustered.
Kurt opened an eye to look at Blaine with playful suspicion. “I sense mischief in your tone.”
Blaine shrugged and grinned. “You cannot blame me for thinking of you, my love.”
“I suppose not.” Kurt tilted his head to press a kiss to Blaine’s jaw and settled back against him.
Chapter Summary: Finn's first Hummel Christmas Party isn’t quite what he expected. Kurt’s fifteen one isn’t either.
AN: Sorry for the two year delay between chapters. I had a lot of writer’s block with this chapter. Then after breaking through it for The Queens Passageway and finishing that fic, I told myself that I could do it for this fic too. I found a way through by cutting up the chapter into two parts and moving things around. This fic and the rest of the verse aren’t abandoned. I have so many more bits of the story to tell.
Chapter word count: 5,059 Fic word count: 84,543
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Chapter excerpt:
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It didn’t take long for Kurt to spot his tall and lumbering future stepbrother bowing to Queen Whitney under the watchful eyes of Miss Pillsbury. Thankfully, she’d taken his suggestion of having him wear a full suit and underwear; the outline of the boxer briefs was obvious. Also obvious was the progress Finn had made. His bow was properly low and his eyes flew up to the queen’s after only a brief look at her breasts and pubic area during the genuflection. Queen Whitney’s smile was brief and courteous, but not the strained, forced one she used with enemies, so clearly Finn had redeemed himself enough for her to stop contemplating a war with the Nation of Lima.
When Kurt made his way over to them, her smile was more genuine and forthcoming. “A lovely Christmastide party as always, Prince Kurt. You and your family’s staff outdid themselves with the decorations this year.”
“Thank you for saying so, Queen Whitney. It’s nowhere near as grand as your Easter festivities, but we do try. I’m glad that you could make it. Don’t tell the other guests, but the chefs made a special mocha cake for you, Prince Consort Doctor Robert, Prince Dante, and Princess Mercedes to take home.”
“The same one you plied my daughter with at that little gathering of yours?”
Kurt didn’t miss the flickering of her eyes at a thankfully silent Finn. “The very same.”
“You always did know the way to my heart. Apology accepted.”
is there any fics w kurt being a prince and blaine a knight/soldier?
Here are some previously recommended. (which I haven't read yet!) ~ Jen
Say You’ll Be My Nightingale by @poorlittleklainer
Prince Kurt has been engaged to Princess Rachel since the two of them were born. However, what should he do when he finds himself falling for the Princess’s beautiful knight?
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Knight Errant by @alilactree
Blaine is a knight who meets a young prince Kurt and is later assigned as his personal guard.
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Noble’s Journey by thentheyhadsex [pdf and epub]
The night after Kurt, Crown Prince of Turano, finds out he’s to be married to seal a treaty, he feels that his life is over. He always thought he would marry for love, not to make peace with their eastern neighbors. But his plan to escape takes a turn for the worse, and in the woods he finds something he was never expecting.
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The prince and the knight by ca_te
Blaine hadn’t become a knight by choice. Then one day, when he was almost fourteen and about to become officially a squire, he met Kurt and the whole world tipped sideways.
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Your Majesty by Healthy Obsession
An AU in which Kurt is a prince, Blaine is a knight, Karofsky is an evil Lord and it all goes from there, romance, drama and maybe even a few fights along the way.
Summary: Kurt Hummel is the crown prince of the European country Denmark. He has a bad relationship with his father and when Kurt crossed yet another line his father decides to get his son out of the public eye for a little while and he sends him to America for a year.
Also on: FF/AO3
Previous chapters
When Kurt got off the plane in Copenhagen after his little European trip, press was once again capturing every moment. He quickly got in the car, well that's what he tried to do. Some reporter stopped him and Kurt looked around at all the people.
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"So, why do you wanna see that crown prince of us? He'll be here for 5 seconds he won't even wave. He'll be in that car off to his castle where he will start clubbing again and he'll be the old same loser in no time" The daughter of Blaine's host family Quinn was not a big fan. Blaine shook his head. "I know Kurt, I know him very well. He's changed." Quinn looked at him confused. "You were on the same school?" She asked. Blaine nodded. "You can say that" he answered. The plane landed and Blaine saw Kurt getting off. Quinn shook her head. "You are so weird." She said. Blaine ignored her and took out his phone. He quickly snapped a picture of Kurt and attached it to a text.
To my boyfriend: you look pretty sweetheart.
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Kurt had already turned on his phone so when he got himself out of the mass of reporters, his phone buzzed. He looked confused at the picture of himself. Blaine is here! That's not the plan. Why is Blaine here? Kurt looked at the direction that the picture was taken in and he winked before waving and stepping in the car.
To mr bright trousers: you fucker! Why are in in Copenhagen? You are supposed to be in fucking Ohio!
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Blaine smiled when he saw that Kurt had winked at him. "That was for me. See, he's not coldhearted." Quinn rolled her eyes. "The fact that you know him and have his phone number is just weird."
To my boyfriend: surprise! I'm spending my senior year as an American exchange student in Denmark.
Blaine received a call from Kurt right after that.
"Hi Kurt" Blaine said casually. "Anderson! What are you doing?" Kurt was clearly in shock. Blaine shook his head and made his way through the mass that was till waving at the leaving car. "I'm in Copenhagen" he said. Kurt sighed really loud. "No shit Sherlock. I'm torn between feeling bad and thinking that what you did is cute and good" Kurt tried to explain his feelings to his boyfriend. "Think that it's cute. I had this planned when we weren't even a couple yet." Blaine said trying to follow Quinn. "Are you serious? Anyway. I'll have to leave you in like a second. But. Come to the left end of the gate in the Fredericiagade you can't miss it. The gate is like 1 km long. Just wait there at 8.30 pm." Kurt said. Blaine quickly noted the street name in his phone before answering Kurt. "I promise. I'll be there Kurt." Blaine said. Kurt hummed. "Can't wait to see you again, bye Blaine."
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It was top 8.30 pm when Blaine was standing there waiting. It had been really hard to get away out of the house of his host family. He to make up some story about some guy from Dalton studying here at university and Quinn didn't believe him at first.
"Anderson" someone said. The voice sounded like Kurt, but Kurt himself was nowhere to be seen. "Look down" Blaine did and he saw Kurt hiding. "A big hundered meters from here there is a hole in the bushes. Just climb over this wall here and stay as close to the hedge as possible. I'll be there too" Kurt whispered. Blaine did what Kurt told him and after 100 meter he heard his name being whispered again. "Blaine. I'm going to remove the plants. You have to do the same at your side." They both did this and a big hole saw the world. Blaine walked through and the plants took their natural form again.
"Blaine. I missed you" Kurt whispered before kissing him. Blaine nodded and hid his face in Kurt's neck hugging him tight. "I missed you to" "Okay, now I'm going to do something that I'm actually not supposed to do. I'm going to sneak you into the castle of the Danish Royal family." It sounded really illegal the way Kurt was saying it. "There are guards everywhere. Whatever you do, stay close to the hedge" Kurt whispered to him. It sounded as if wasn't the first time that Kurt was going trough this plan.
Kurt took Blaine's hand and started running. There were trees at their left side so if they didn't do anything stupid, they are impossible to be seen. After the 3 km run they were both kinda out of breathe. Kurt took a few seconds before saying anything. "At this time all the maids are at home or in the west wing. My father sleeps at the other side of the castle. Only Finn sleeps the floor underneath me. So we can just go up the stairs." Kurt whispered. They did and in no time they were in his room. "I feel so bad that I have to sneak my own boyfriend in. But tomorrow my father is returning and then we'll have a long chat about which sexuality I'll have to the outside. We both know that I'm gay and I'll convince him that's that the way I want to go at in life. You know that it will take some time, but one day I'm going to be able to be with you and I'm going to be the proudest boyfriend ever." Blaine had gone to lay down on Kurt his bed and was admiring how beautiful he was. After the mini speech Kurt lay down next to Blaine
"I knew what I started when we got together. If it takes you 3 weeks to get us official or 3 months or even 3 years. I won't care. As long as you don't give up on me, I won't give up on you." Kurt smiled, he's so lucky with a guy like Blaine. "What do you want to do Blaine?" Kurt changed the subject, he wanted to have a nice time with his boyfriend after all. "Shall we watch a movie?" Kurt nodded. "And make out?" Kurt asked. "Of course, that's obligatory." Blaine said. Kurt smiled and kissed him before taking his laptop. "I have a television room down the hall. But that's right above Finn's room and if he is alone or if they aren't making out and they hear feetstep, Rachel and Finn come and join me." Kurt said going to Netflix. "I was talking to Malia and Sasha Obama on my way to England and they told me to watch a bunch of movies. So I added them to my watchlist" Kurt said scrolling through it. "The fact that you talked to the children of the president and are casually talking about it. Oh. G.B.F. I saw the trailer but never went to cinema to watch it" Blaine said.
They watched it, but had a few moments that they ignored the movie. Till it ended. "I wanted them to be together. But the fact that they aren't together is kind of the whole point of the movie." Blaine said. Kurt nodded. Blaine had his head on Kurt's chest. "The Ellie Goulding song made me fangirl" Blaine chuckled and sat up. "You're so cute" he said before moving his legs from in between Kurt's trying to get up. "Where are you going?" Kurt asked. "I have to be at my host family's house in 20 minutes." Blaine said. Kurt sighed. "Are they nice?" He asked. Blaine nodded. "Yeah. Sometimes. I do have to say that you totally screwed up your reputation by the people. We went to see you today and their daughter went with me and I had to take a lot of things she said about my boyfriend. I played it off but, they don't trust you" Blaine said pulling on his shoes.
Kurt nodded. "Yeah. I know. But, I'll have to prove them that I changed." Kurt said. Blaine nodded. "As long as you don't let those things come to your heart." Blaine said before kissing his boyfriend goodbye. "I'm coming with you, I wanna say goodbye" Kurt said, he was rubbing his eyes. Blaine shook his head. "I'll get out of here myself. Now. You stay here." Blaine said. "when will I see you next?" Kurt asked. Blaine shrugged. "We'll have to be careful. I can't go out twice a week saying that I'm meeting an old friend from Dalton. Quinn knows that I know you. She'll start to suspect things" Blaine said. Kurt nodded. "I understand, we'll keep in touch right." "Of course, goodbye". Blaine pecked Kurt's lips one last time before leaving Kurt's room.
Prince Kurt is on a quest to rescue Princess Rachel, in the hopes of finding true love. However,Prince Blaine has also been charged to save Princess Rachel. Will true love be found on the way or in the end?
Kurt's on a train to NYC, depressed, lost, alone in the world. But things could still get worse: The train becomes mysteriously empty, stops, and leaves him stranded in an unfamiliar middle of nowhere. Suddenly, he's surrounded with wizards and healers, and most of all, people who tell him he's the Crown Prince supposed to save them from the horrors of tyranny.
@esilher and I have started a grand collaboration! Strap yourselves in for a series of medieval!klaine artworks staring knight!Blaine and prince!Kurt drawn by the two of us, accompanied by little drabbles written by me.
This one is the first of many. Hope you enjoy!
“Lord Hummel.” Blaine addressed the crown prince as he strode into the throne room.
The king was away on a peacekeeping mission in the north and had left the crown prince in charge. “It’ll be good practice, for once you are the ruler of this land,” his father had said.
Blaine had just returned from an important mission himself to scout the eastern border. There were rumours that groups of bandits were organising raids there and, as Captain of the King's Royal Guard, the great responsibility of perserving the safety of the kingdom rested on his shoulders.
Kurt smiled brightly at the knight. “Sir Blaine, I’m so glad to see you have returned.”
Blaine walked up to the throne and kneeled in front of the prince in the formal position: down on one knee, presenting his sword and bowing his head down low. “Thank you, Your Grace,” he said. Then, suddenly, he felt a hand softly touching his cheek.
“You need not bow for me, you fool.” The prince spoke in a soft voice and he caressed the knight's cheek with his thumb.
Blaine lifted his head, a blush painting his cheeks as he looked into the kind eyes of his love. “But the guards…” he stammered, slowly rising to his feet.
“The guards will have to get used to it whilst I'm sitting on this throne,” Kurt said. “Now, tell me about your mission.”
This rough draft is from a WIP one-shot in the verse using Klaine Advent 2024 words and will also go into my WIP, Growing Up Is a Royal Thing To Do, which I brain froze on two years ago. Yay, double use. It's weird and 970+ words long, and yet also not the whole scene. It takes place at the royal Hummel's annual Christmas party.
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“It was nice to finally meet you, Mr. Hudson. My son and grandson speak highly of you and your mother. I hate to cut our meeting short, but may I please borrow Prince Kurt for a moment? His grandfather and I don’t get to see him as often as we’d like. It won’t take long, I promise.”
Knowing that Finn had no idea what was actually going on, Kurt held back his sigh. He knew his paternal grandparents would corner him at some point. He’d just thought it would have been closer to the end of the party. Plastering on his best smile, he turned towards his charge. “I’ll only be a few minutes and then I’ll be back to introducing you to more guests. You could wait for me by the buffet tables. Lady Marley is there. You know her.”
“Yeah, sure.” Finn remembered his manners and bowed like he’d been taught. “I mean, of course, Your Highness. I’ll see you later. It was nice meeting you, Lady and Lord King Hummel’s parents.”
On the way to leading his grandparents to a semi-secluded alcove near the staircase that led to the balcony of the Great Hall, Kurt was delighted to spot Prince Blaine again. He was just as handsome and dreamy as ever, and oh, so pleasantly bouncy while talking animatedly with President Ocasio-Cortez and the rest of the small contingency from the Democratic Boroughs of Bronx United.
The navy and crimson striped necktie complimented his skin tone perfectly and drew the eye down to a neatly groomed thatch of pubic hair framing a perfectly formed penis hanging in front of nicely shaped testicles. The Queendom of Westerville’s politics weren’t great, but their Age of Adulthood being a year before his own, along with their court dress protocols, meant that their royalty were without a shirt or pants. Kurt knew in his heart that he would never tire of seeing Blaine without pants.
A soft but stern clearing of a throat brought him back to his own responsibilities as a member of a royal family. Kurt exchanged a small wave with the prince of his dreams and then turned away to hide the grin on his face at having his own royal attire and goods admired.
Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for his bubble of happiness to burst. His fully dressed and bejeweled, commoner paternal grandmother, the Lady Robyn Mary Steinhart Burns, was demanding his attention and none-too-pleased. Not that he’d expected anything else. It was time to get the scolding and embarrassment he knew was to come over with.
“I wanted to put this more delicately, grandson…Prince Kurt, but your little exchange just now has proven my point. It’s obvious to any observer that you’re attracted to Prince Blaine and he to you given his own sudden perkiness when he laid eyes on you. What if the press found out, just as they did with your father? Someone snapped a picture of him talking to Lieutenant Commander Hudson at last year’s Christmas party and his eagerness was all over social media and broadcast news by the next morning. Penises are so very...reactionary.”
Robyn cast another aspiring glance at her grandson’s crotch. He had started to wilt, but the fact that she could tell at all was the whole of it. “Surely, what you’re wearing isn’t appropriate for your age. Your pants are much too sheer. I know you enjoy making your own clothes. Couldn’t you have sewn on some embellishments? Those embroidered handkerchiefs you gave me for my birthday were lovely.“
Kurt closed his eyes while taking a slow and centering breath to prevent himself from saying more than he should. “I tried, but the Chief Protocol Officer wouldn’t allow it. The fabrics came from one of my mother’s dresses when she was nearing sixteen.”
“They are rather nice and I’m not discounting their quality. Only the best for a crown princess and future queen. But you are not your mother, may the gods bless her beautiful, departed soul. You’re the crown prince. For queens and princesses, the court protocol near nudity and nudity is fine. An exposed chest on anyone is normal. No one blinks an eye at soft nipples turning hard. Why I often walk around my home and garden topless and enjoy swimming in the nude with my friends.
“Your grandfather, however, always covers up his bottom half. There are exceptions of course like your lively maternal cousin, but more often than not, a lady is a thatch of hair and folds of skin. Her genitals are simply there, doing nothing but existing. Their lower parts don't ‘give the game away’ as they say.
"I, of course, will always be loyal to the Royal Lands of the Nation of Lima, but monarchies really are better for the sensibilities when only women run them. Your mother and maternal grandmothers were wonderful rules and so stately in their regal attire. Your grandfather and I love you very much, but it is such a shame you weren’t born your mother and father’s daughter. Like your father, it must be such a constant struggle with such fixtures in-between your legs.”
Kurt had had enough of his grandmother’s beratement. The challenge of not telling her off for accepting that he was gay, but not a guy, was too much. He was grateful to have had the forethought to prepare a biting retort ahead of time. Spoken ever so sweetly, couched in dulcet tones and a sharp smile. “Fortunately for you, the matter of my pants being too sheer won’t be an issue for you next year. And I’m sorry to hear that you still have a problem with seeing the outline of my penis.”
“It’s more than an outline, Grandson. I can tell you’re circumcised.”
