Summary: Kurt Weller and his fiancée decide to elope. Pure, silly, foolish fluff.
Jane’s phone rang for what must have been the tenth time that morning. She didn’t even need to look at the caller ID to know who it was, but she did it anyway. She slid off the couch and picked her phone off the coffee table. The phone vibrated madly in her hand as she read the name. Sarah Weller.
Jane groaned; even on her rare days off, Sarah still chose to tackle her about the wedding - flower arrangements, invite designs, dress fittings, food menus… the list went on and on. Jane loved her sister-in-law-to-be, she really did, but she was slowing starting to regret the idea of making Sarah her maid of honour. Just a little bit.
The wedding was six months away, yet it seemed like Sarah’s frantic calls would never end. Jane knew she was just excited about the fact that Kurt was finally getting married (Sarah had constantly teased him that he never would), but it was all getting a little too much. Even Tasha and Patterson were getting on her case, asking her wedding questions religiously at work - and even in the field. In the mind of Tasha Zapata, the most appropriate time to ask Jane about what style of dress she wanted was when they were dodging bullets from a group of ruthless drug dealers.
The phone started to vibrate again; Jane had forgotten to answer - or cut off - Sarah’s call as she had gotten lost in her own thoughts. Just as she was about to touch the little green square, the apartment door opened. Kurt waddled through, just about managing to carry several bulging grocery bags at once. He set them all down on the worktop, relief clear on his face. He walked over to Jane, and leaned down to kiss her briefly.
“Hey,” he said, slightly out of breath from carrying the mountain of grocery bags.
She looked up and smiled at him. “Hi,” she replied, much happier now that he was back.
Just then, Jane’s phone began to buzz for the third time in five minutes. She rolled her eyes, and Kurt chuckled. He knew that his sister had been near-torturing Jane about wedding plans, and that Jane wasn’t as happy to receieve them.
“She’s really driving you crazy, isn’t she?“ Kurt laughed, his eyes crinkling.
“She is, it’s a nightmare!” she sighed, before realising what she’d said. Her head hung in shame. “Oh, Kurt, I shouldn’t be calling Sarah that in front of you-”
"No, don’t apologise!” Kurt said, sitting down next to her on the couch. “I know how irritating Sarah can be with things like this, trust me. Don’t feel bad about it!”
Jane smiled back at him, and let her head rest against his shoulder. What did she do to deserve him?
"I just wish that she wasn’t making a big fuss, that’s all,” she sighed. “If I’m honest, I don’t want a big wedding. I just want it to be me and you, no one else. A little quiet ceremony. I just want to be married to you.” She lifted her head to look at him, scared of what his reaction would be. But he was smiling - a real, big, goofy smile.
"Jane, I don’t want a big wedding either. Quite the opposite, actually. I want everything that you just said.”
Jane couldn’t believe her ears; she had been so afraid that he’d actually wanted a big wedding.
She kissed his cheek, lingering for just a moment. She couldn’t stop grinning. "So, what are we gonna do, then?”
Kurt chucked, his breath tickling her cheek. “I say… let’s just go.”
Jane leaned back to look at him, her arms looped around his neck. She absentmindedly fiddled with her engagement ring. “What do you mean? Go where?”
“Get married. I’m sick of waiting for these next six months to disappear. Let’s just go and elope. No worries, no fuss, just you and me.”
Jane’s eyes glinted with happiness at his words. “Seriously?”
Kurt smiled warmly at her. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life… Mrs Weller”.
Jane giggled at the sound of what would soon be her new name. “I love you, Mr Weller,” she whispered, looking up at him happily.
“Not as much as I love you,” he replied, before pulling her onto his lap and claiming his wife-to-be with a kiss.
I'm living for this Baby!!! On Ice content so, uh, I wholeheartedly support more adorable stories about the Nikiforov-Katsuki family.
There will definitely be more friend :D I’m trying to compile all my ideas into a sort of chronological anthology of the children’s lives that I’ll clean up and post on Ao3 so you guys are really helping with the ideas :)
It’s gonna start from I fic i wrote awhile ago about Irina’s birth (Although the canon of my universe has changed since then so I’m going to have to tweak it–most notably that Yuuri has a miscarriage before getting pregnant with Irina and in the fic, he gets pregnant with Irina right away) and go all the way through to the latest ficlet I have, which I think is Emma’s elopement with Leliana Leroy-Yang
But yeah! I’m having a lot of fun with you guys. I feel like you’re really helping me build it! ^_^
The marriage thing is the same for Pakistani/Indian/Southeast Asian women too. I think it's a conservative thing. I'm 22 and not allowed to date because arranged marriage is a thing, and I'm not allowed to move out or be independent until after I get married. If i do try to sneak out, I'll be disowned and cut of financially, and as a college student, that's not feasible for me. It's funny because I live in Canada but my family is what's restricting me.
It’s definitely a hallmark in conservative homes and I’m really sorry you’re living like that. I had a good friend in college who was from a family like that and she eloped with an American and was disowned for it. And he’s an incredible husband and they love each other very much, but now she can no longer go home. There are some arranged marriages that work out and go well, but there are others that don’t…it’s a huge risk to marry someone you don’t really know (and that applies to all cultures).
She’s a sexually active woman with a womb, what else is she supposed to do with it?
She has been drinking strong alcohol in every episode since the break except the last
She has been throwing herself into danger, with no objections from Percy, who is quite clearly in on the secret
A city with a spinning orb of death under it that might vomit the apocalypse any day now might not be the best situation to bring children into
Procreating before marriage is especially messy when both parents are nobles in a very small city. Messes with inheritance and shit.
Of her like 60~ish years of half-elven fertility, only fifteen or so have passed, so it’s not exactly a biological clock now-or-never thing
Which at 28 it wouldn’t be for human women either
The cast has repeatedly rejected the idea of “roll for pregnancy”
“We’re making that roll too often in real life, this is my escapism!” - Taliesin, January critmas periscope.
And really, why WOULD she? Or they? Even consider this? Depending on how long the arc goes, that would take Vex riiight out of it, and if anyone is attached to their characters too much to even think about that, it’s Laura
You could also bring real life predisposition of the actors towards children into this, but that’s also kind of gross and uncomfortable.
You know, gross how it was when Laura was asked about having children in a Q&A and uncomfortable as in what that question clearly made her.
Stop obsessing over her womb, fandom. Women can do way more interesting things with their lives than having babies. Especially in the escapism of role playing in a magical fantasy realm that has cantrips for that.