#YES I named annette and dimitris kids after music AND I'M NOT SORRY

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Dimitri and anette with the giggly kiss? for the rarepair prompt.

This is the perfect prompt for these two. Great choice!

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The further on he read, the wider Dimitri smiled. He knew he hadn’t been the only one looking forward to this particular wedding invitation. Shortly after the war, it had felt like everyone he knew was getting married. Now, eight years on, it was finally Felix’s turn.

Dimitri checked the time. The boys would be finishing up their morning studies shortly. He knew Annette liked to take an hour away from her classroom at the School of Sorcery most days to eat lunch with their children. This would be the perfect time to deliver the good news.

“Have lunch sent to the family room,” Dimitri said to his attendant. “Unless anything pressing occurs, I’m not to be bothered until I’m back in this study.”

The attendant gave a somewhat flustered bow. Dimitri took off down the hall, letter in hand. Up a flight of stairs, down another hall, around a corner-- curse the architect who put the King’s study so far from royal family’s rooms-- Dimitri moved quickly, though not so quickly as to alarm anyone.  

At last he burst into the family room with barely contained excitement. “Chanson! Ronen!” He called out. Then he paused.

The room appeared unoccupied. Toys, books, and instruments usually lay scattered between the couches and armchairs. Yet now, all Dimitri could see was a structure made out of blankets and quilts, all arranged over furniture that had been carefully rearranged to hold it up.

Dimitri crossed his arms, grinning. “Is anybody home?” He asked.

Stone blue eyes on a pale, round face peeked out from between two blankets. “What’s the password?” Chanson asked. Static made his blond hair stick up a little at the back.

Kneeling down, Dimitri, recalling what their lesson was to be today, said, “Arianrhod?”

“Wrong!”

“Do I get another guess?” 

Chanson giggled and disappeared back into the blanket fort. 

“What’s going on?” Dimitri looked up to find Annette in the doorway. She raised an eyebrow when she saw him. “Is something wrong, Dimitri?”

“Only that I failed to guess the password. The boys won’t let me in.” More giggles came from beyond the blankets.

Annette knelt beside Dimitri. “Can I have a try?”

Ronen poked his head out next. With Duscur brown skin and dark hair, he looked almost the polar opposite of Chanson. But somehow the brothers shared the same smile. “One guess!” 

“A flash and then a big boom!“ Annette sang more than said. Ronen gave a whoop and ducked back inside, holding the flap open for them.

Dimitri pressed a kiss to Annette’s giggling mouth. “Thank you, beloved. How did you know that?”

“They’ve been obsessed with that song this week.” Annette laughed when Dimitri peppered more kisses over her cheeks. “Stop that! Let’s go in!”

Inside had probably been roomier for two boys barely 7, but it was a tight fit for two boys and two adults. Annette was able to sit cross legged with Ronen in her lap while Dimitri lay on his stomach with his legs sticking out the flap.

“What’s that?” Chanson asked, tugging at the letter Dimitri still held. 

“An invitation.” Dimitri looked to Annette. “An invitation to Felix and Ferdinand’s wedding.”

Annette gasped and all but tore the letter from Dimitri to read it herself. “Finally! I thought they’d never pick a date!” 

Ronen looked more confused than excited. “Uncle Felix and Uncle Ferdinand aren’t married?” He asked.

“Yes they are!” Chanson protested. “They live together and everything. Right, Mama?”

“They aren’t married yet,” Annette explained. “But they’ve been together a long time, so it felt like they were. Now we have to come up with a wedding gift...”

The boys began throwing out ideas at once, each more ill-suited than the last. Annette listened to them with a patient smile she usually used on her students. Though when Ronen suggested they all perform a song together, she outright laughed. It made Dimitri want to kiss her again.

Someone outside cleared their throat pointedly. Dimitri shuffled backward out of the tent and sat up, looking around. One of the castle cooks stood flanked by two servants holding platters of food. “I was told to bring lunch to the family room?” The cook said with a polite curtsy.

Dimitri looked back at his family-- sitting in their snug tent with big smiles. Grinning himself, Dimitri turned to the cook. “I think we will be eating in the family tent today.”