The stars came falling on our heads {Finn/Kurt} Warnings: Incest
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How darling, said Aunt Muriel when they were children. They couldn’t keep them apart when they were infants, they said, lest they started crying. They wouldn’t stop until they were together again.
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Kurt Hummel was the eldest, quickly followed by his brother Finn a year later. Two births in such quick succession were too much for their poor mother who passed away leaving a grieving husband and two mewling babes.
No one expected them to be so attached as they were, especially as they grew older. Sword, lance and spear were viewed with distrust and disdain by the eldest and happily embraced by the youngest. And yet, when they had a free moment, the two could be found hiding in Kurt’s chambers, surrounded by sheet music, Finn’s head in his brother’s lap.
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When Finn was seven, he saw a knight kissing a serving girl in an alcove. That night, he snuck into his brother’s bed and tried to imitate the knight. Kurt smiled, eyes sparkling, and didn’t refuse the clumsy kiss.
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Kurt is encouraged to pass his lordship (I am the eldest son!) to his brother. Finn is outraged on his behalf and bravely tries to defend his rights. Kurt makes him change his mind.
“It won’t matter. Now that the subject was raised, they won’t forget it. They’ll call me a weakling, only kept in power because my brother refused the title. No one will respect me.”
“But…”
“But nothing!” Kurt snaps before sighing. He kisses Finn’s shoulder as an apology. He mustn’t be angry at Finn. He’s the only one that has his interests at heart. They can only count on each other, no one else.
Everyone else is an enemy.
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Finn had always been handsome but at seven-and-ten, Kurt becomes beautiful. Finn’s touches grow longer and his kisses deeper. Kurt likes the secrecy, thrives in it and Finn likes it because his Kurt loves it.
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What is power, Kurt wondered. Power is having to ability to send his sweet brother off to war to die, just because they can.
Finn came to his bed the night before he left, like he had every single night since both of them could remember and talked boldly of how he was going to be a great knight. My dear fool, Kurt thought, honorable knights are sweet on pages and in songs but not on the battlefield.
“A knight keeps his promises, does he not?” Kurt asked him, Finn’s breathing warming his throat.
“Of course.” He could feel Finn smile before kissing his jaw.
“Promise me you’ll live and promise me you’ll always love me.” Finn raised himself on his arms, dark eyes boring into blue ones.
“I promise I’ll live and I promise I’ll always love you.” The words were uttered with intensity of a devout in front of an altar. This is power, Kurt thought.
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There’s a new king. A battlefield king, he hears some say scornfully, but they bend the knee all the same and simper ‘my grace’ in his presence. Kurt despises them, wants nothing to do with them, but his father bends the knee to his new overlord and sells him off like cattle.
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The king loved another, a boy, tall and handsome, with brown hair. His eyes were brown and Kurt’s are blue and grey and green but such details disappear with enough wine.
Kurt wants to kill him. He wants to feel his windpipe collapse under his hands, wants to feel his blood trailing down his fingers, hot and slick and red, like some sort of grotesque, intricate lace. He wants Finn and he wants to cry like they did when they were children and separated but he can’t. Now is not the time, he tells himself, your time will come.
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Kurt doesn’t allow his bed to grow cold. When the king’s away, dear Finn eagerly occupies his place, touching and kissing and loving and worshiping. He’s mine, Kurt thinks, and I’m his, when he’s inside me, the eyes he sees are blue and grey and green.
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They could kill them. It was treason, a crime, to touch what belonged to the king. But even a king cannot live forever, he thinks when the king stumbles into his bed.
Okay, I loved this from the first word. The language is true to the style and tone of GoT, epic yet deft.
OH GOD, MY FEELS.
“I promise I’ll live and I promise I’ll always love you.” The words were uttered with intensity of a devout in front of an altar. This is power, Kurt thought.
These lines are perfection.
Wow, you tell so much in so few words. Cersei!Kurt is SPOT ON… vicious and selfish and cunning. And the end is wonderful: both a punch to the gut and a tease for more. Brilliant.
Thanks so much for filling my prompt! I kinda totally loved it. :-D *recs like whoa*
Warnings: Incest
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How darling, said Aunt Muriel when they were children. They couldn’t keep them apart when they were infants, they said, lest they started crying. They wouldn’t stop until they were together again.
~
Kurt Hummel was the eldest, quickly followed by his brother Finn a year later. Two births in such quick succession were too much for their poor mother who passed away leaving a grieving husband and two mewling babes.
No one expected them to be so attached as they were, especially as they grew older. Sword, lance and spear were viewed with distrust and disdain by the eldest and happily embraced by the youngest. And yet, when they had a free moment, the two could be found hiding in Kurt’s chambers, surrounded by sheet music, Finn’s head in his brother’s lap.
~
When Finn was seven, he saw a knight kissing a serving girl in an alcove. That night, he snuck into his brother’s bed and tried to imitate the knight. Kurt smiled, eyes sparkling, and didn’t refuse the clumsy kiss.
~
Kurt is encouraged to pass his lordship (I am the eldest son!) to his brother. Finn is outraged on his behalf and bravely tries to defend his rights. Kurt makes him change his mind.
“It won’t matter. Now that the subject was raised, they won’t forget it. They’ll call me a weakling, only kept in power because my brother refused the title. No one will respect me.”
“But…”
“But nothing!” Kurt snaps before sighing. He kisses Finn’s shoulder as an apology. He mustn’t be angry at Finn. He’s the only one that has his interests at heart. They can only count on each other, no one else.
Everyone else is an enemy.
~
Finn had always been handsome but at seven-and-ten, Kurt becomes beautiful. Finn’s touches grow longer and his kisses deeper. Kurt likes the secrecy, thrives in it and Finn likes it because his Kurt loves it.
~
What is power, Kurt wondered. Power is having to ability to send his sweet brother off to war to die, just because they can.
Finn came to his bed the night before he left, like he had every single night since both of them could remember and talked boldly of how he was going to be a great knight. My dear fool, Kurt thought, honorable knights are sweet on pages and in songs but not on the battlefield.
“A knight keeps his promises, does he not?” Kurt asked him, Finn’s breathing warming his throat.
“Of course.” He could feel Finn smile before kissing his jaw.
“Promise me you’ll live and promise me you’ll always love me.” Finn raised himself on his arms, dark eyes boring into blue ones.
“I promise I’ll live and I promise I’ll always love you.” The words were uttered with intensity of a devout in front of an altar. This is power, Kurt thought.
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There’s a new king. A battlefield king, he hears some say scornfully, but they bend the knee all the same and simper ‘my grace’ in his presence. Kurt despises them, wants nothing to do with them, but his father bends the knee to his new overlord and sells him off like cattle.
~
The king loved another, a boy, tall and handsome, with brown hair. His eyes were brown and Kurt’s are blue and grey and green but such details disappear with enough wine.
Kurt wants to kill him. He wants to feel his windpipe collapse under his hands, wants to feel his blood trailing down his fingers, hot and slick and red, like some sort of grotesque, intricate lace. He wants Finn and he wants to cry like they did when they were children and separated but he can’t. Now is not the time, he tells himself, your time will come.
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Kurt doesn’t allow his bed to grow cold. When the king’s away, dear Finn eagerly occupies his place, touching and kissing and loving and worshiping. He’s mine, Kurt thinks, and I’m his, when he’s inside me, the eyes he sees are blue and grey and green.
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They could kill them. It was treason, a crime, to touch what belonged to the king. But even a king cannot live forever, he thinks when the king stumbles into his bed.
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OH GOD, MY FEELS.
“I promise I’ll live and I promise I’ll always love you.” The words were uttered with intensity of a devout in front of an altar. This is power, Kurt thought.
These lines are perfection.
Wow, you tell so much in so few words. Cersei!Kurt is SPOT ON… vicious and selfish and cunning. And the end is wonderful: both a punch to the gut and a tease for more. Brilliant.
Thanks so much for filling my prompt! I kinda totally loved it. :-D *recs like whoa*
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