#SIR SOME DECORUM PLEASE

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[flowersandbigteeth]

Your Naga Lord saves your Mother

A/N: I've had this oneshot sitting in my drafts in a while, combining some old asks

Naga Lord (Leander) x F Maid reader

Word Count: 6K

General Plot: You and your family are staff in the house of a Naga Lord. Things go sideways when your childhood friend's father falls for you mother.

W: Description of murder, yandere behavior, spitting, otherwise sfw soft yandere fluff

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“Hurry up now,” your mother said brightly as she ladled a bit of porridge into a bowl for you to eat. “Master Dervin will be cross if you're late with his breakfast.” 

Though the two of you were mere servants in the Naga Lord’s home, she always fed you first before you had to do your duties for the morning. 

She glanced up as you scarfed down your breakfast, her eyes warming as they met your father’s. 

“Good morning, my favorite ladies,” he said, kissing her and ruffling your hair. 

“Papa! I have to work!” You pouted, but he just snickered, stealing your spoon and taking a bite of your porridge. 

“Don't bother making yourself neat for that snake bastard,” he chuckled as his hands slid around your mother’s waist. 

“Charles, please. Someone might hear, and we'll be out on the street!” 

He shrugged. As you finished your meal, your mother arranged the morning dishes for the Naga family on a silver cart, taking a moment to smooth and repin your hair before you were to serve them. 

Your father was sure to spit in Dervin’s bowl when your mother looked away, making your eyebrows jump. He put a finger over his lips, winking at you. 

“I'm off to the stable,” he said, grabbing an apple as he went. “Have a nice day, my pretty girls!” 

You blinked at the contaminated bowl, wondering if you should throw it out. 

“What are you staring at?” Your mother chided, pushing the cart towards the door. “Get along; I can hear them coming down the stairs.” 

You hurriedly fixed a pleasant but distant look on your lips as you wheeled the cart into the dining room. 

“Good morning, Mr. Leander,” you said to Dervin's only son, as he was the first to enter the dining room.” 

“You’re radiant this morning as always (Y/N),” he beamed, taking his spot at the table. “but stop calling me ‘mister’ you never used to.” 

Your ears heated as you placed his breakfast in front of him. 

“It's not appropriate, sir. We were children then. You're to be the master of the house and will be married soon. I'm sure your fiancee wouldn’t appreciate-” 

He cut off your words with a sharp hand. 

“Don't speak of unpleasant things,” he grumbled. 

“Apologies, sir.” 

“Stop calling me-” 

The arrival of his mother cut off his own words. She was a lovely Naga, sharing Leander’s white hair and sapphire blue eyes. Like his, her tail was a shocking electric blue.

“Stop prattling with that servant, Leander,” she snapped. “She has work to do. You're bothering her.” 

Mrs. Elanore was not a pleasant woman, but she didn't like you servants to be harassed by the males of the house. Whether it was actual concern or jealousy, you didn't know, but your mother, especially, appreciated it. 

Dervin, her husband, took every opportunity to corner her, trying to ply her with gifts and sweet words. Your mother was having none of it, which is why you delivered their meals, not her, and why your father spit in his food. 

You nodded, thanking Elanore as you served her the tea she liked. 

“Where is that imbecile?” she muttered, referring to her husband. “There are so few things I ask of him, but he can't manage the simplest tasks. He is to arrive on time for every meal. There must be some decorum in this household! 

Her sharp blue eyes flicked to you. 

“Go get him (Y/N).” 

Leander slid in front of you like a vibrant  blue flash before you could even respond. 

“I'll go, mother. (Y/N) has her work, as you said.” 

She gave him a tight nod, and you took the opportunity to finish setting the table for their return. 

“I should fire your family,” Elanore mused. “your father would be happier, don't you think?” 

You glanced up for a moment to find her eyes traveling over your form. 

“You and your mother are too pretty to be maids,” she snorted. “You'll only cause trouble wherever you go.” 

“Our family has served yours for generations,” you muttered, scared she might put you all on the street. “My grandparents died here, and so did theirs.” 

 “Just like a human,” she hissed, baring her teeth. “Servile and obedient. You’d think you’d have found something else to do in all those years.” 

“Apologies, ma’am,” you said, looking at your shoes. 

She waved a dismissive hand at you, sipping her tea. 

“It’s in your nature. There’s nothing to be done. You and your mother are good at your jobs at least.” 

Your cheeks warmed at the backhanded compliment. It was different when Dervin or Leander complimented you. She acknowledged the skill that had been passed through generations, not how you looked. You and your mother knew how to run a house. Your masters needed structure to maintain their dignity. With little to do, they would become depressed slobs if you didn’t keep everything running efficiently.  At least, that’s what your grandmother told you. 

Slithering through the wide doorway, Dervin and Leander settled into their spots at the table, and you took your place in the corner, waiting in case one of them needed something. The two male Nagas looked very similar in their features, handsome with a strong jaw and wide shoulders, but Dervin’s hair was jet black, as were his eyes. They always appeared blank and cold, which frightened you. Elanore wasn’t warm, but her gaze reflected an expressive nature, not a monstrous stillness. 

Your eyes watched him take a bite of his breakfast, trying to hide the disgust that roiled in your stomach. 

“Where’s your mother?” he snapped after a few big bites. 

You didn’t speak at first, your eyes drifting to Elanore for permission. She answered for you. 

“She’s in the kitchen where she ought to be. The servants are my business as the Lady of the house. Don’t bother yourself with their whereabouts.” 

“I pay them,” he barked, but she ignored him, turning her attention to Leander. 

“You’re to visit Iris today, Leander. I’ve purchased a gift for you to bring your fiancee.” 

She snapped her fingers at you, and you hurried to her side to take the small package and walk it around the table to her son. 

“I don’t wish to bring her any gifts,” he snorted, not even taking the gift from your hand. “She’s not my fiancee.” 

Elanore rubbed her temples. 

“The two of you are infuriating, you know that? You have one job, Leander. You have to marry well and produce an heir.” 

She waved a finger at you. 

“You can keep your little maid as a comfort doll if you like, but you will do as I have arranged.” 

“I’m a grown man, mother. I don’t have to do anything.” 

Electricity crackled between their eyes as they engaged in a silent power struggle. You stood awkwardly to the side, still holding the gift. 

“I’m sick of this! I do my very best to advise you two idiots on the proper way to conduct yourselves, and you act like spoiled children!” 

Her tail snapped faster than you could see and struck Leander across the cheek with a crack. Blood dribbled down his pale skin, and his eyes hung on her, the warm blue turning to ice. 

“I should have never married a common husband like you,” she snarled, turning her ire toward Dervin. Vulgarity and Mediocrity are in your blood, and you’ve infected your son!” 

Dervin’s black eyes flashed. 

“My mediocre blood saved your foolish noble family from destitution. Thanks to my benevolence, you are able to live in the house your family has owned for generations. If not for me, you’d be begging on the streets, pleading with your relatives to take you in as a servant.” 

“Fools,” she snarled, picking up her tea and slithering out of the room. 

“Bring your mother to me,” Dervin demanded when she was out of earshot.

You let out a trembling breath as you thought up a lie. 

“She went into town this morning for groceries, sir,” you said, knowing he’d never lower himself to search for her in the kitchen. 

You screamed as the bowl he was eating from sailed across the room, shattering beside your head. 

“Father!” Leander shouted. 

Dervin gave him an amused but cool smirk before turning his attention to you.

“Send her to my room when she returns,” he barked and stormed out. 

You leaned against the wall, panting as you mentally checked yourself for harm. Leander’s warm hands cupped your cheeks, looking you over. 

“Did he hurt you?” he asked. 

Your gazes met, but words wouldn’t come, so you shook your head. 

“Don’t be afraid,” he said, his warm arms wrapping around you and pressing you to his chest. 

You inhaled the spicy scent of the soap he used mixed with his own natural fragrance. 

“I won’t let any harm come to you.” 

When he pulled away, you found yourself looking at your feet, trying to avoid his gaze. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I dropped the gift,” you muttered, picking up the broken box. 

You plucked the pretty hairpin from the shards of ceramic, seeing it was still whole. 

“I’ll find a new box,” you said, trying to slide around him. 

He stopped you with a hand on your shoulder, curling the other around your fingers. 

“Keep it,” he said. “I’m not marrying Iris. My mother has no say in the matter, despite how she likes to posture.” 

Your gaze shifted to the red slash bisecting his cheek. 

“Let’s get this cleaned for you, sir. It will be a problem if it gets infected.” 

He frowned but followed you to the kitchen. 

“Is everything alright?” your mother asked as you pulled the first aid kit off a shelf. 

“Good morning, zhingha,” Leander said, greeting your mother with a kiss on the cheek.

The word meant “mother” in the Naga’s old language. He had never considered his biological mother his; when he was a boy, he got quite attached to yours. He spent most of his time in the kitchen with you, playing and avoiding Elanore’s tantrums when you were children. The two of you had made the pantry your fort, and you’d put on little shadow plays while you lay on the floor together. 

Your mother’s eyes focused on his wound, and she clucked. 

“Poor thing, come bend down where I can reach you. You’ve grown into such a tall man,” she said, taking the kit from you and pulling out the correct supplies. 

You hopped on the counter, swinging your feet as you watched her disinfect and bandage the cut. 

“What mother in their right mind would do such a thing to their son,” she muttered as she worked. 

She already knew who’d done it because she treated Leander’s wounds often. When she was done, she patted him on the head like when he was a little boy. 

“That’s better.” 

“We should go into town today,” he said. “My father is looking for you.” 

She frowned, a flash of fear streaking across her face. 

“Don’t worry. I’m supposed to be visiting Iris. We can take the carriage, and you can visit with your friends instead. Go have Charles ready it.” 

She nodded, giving him a wan smile before she hurried to find your father. You hopped off the counter and headed to do your chores while your mother was safely out of the house. 

Before you could make it out the door, Leander’s thick, electric blue tail coiled around you. 

“Ah, ah, you’re coming too, saiya,” he cooed, dragging you into his arms. 

Your heart thumped at the silly nickname he’d given you as a child. The word meant “little bear. " When he was young, he was fascinated with your round ears compared to his, which pointed at the end. As they had so often back then, his finger traced the arch of one as he hummed his pleasure. 

“Sir, you shouldn’t,” you whispered, but Leander was too pleased with you in his arms. 

He dipped his head, nibbling at your ear. 

“I should eat you up, sweet little thing,” he whispered, making your body explode in butterflies. 

He carried you out the back door to the stable, where your father was busy arranging the horses to pull the carriage. When he saw you tucked behind Leander’s large biceps, he frowned. 

“Put my daughter down. She’s not your doll,” he said, his tone more curt than he probably should have been with a family member of the house he served.  

Out of only politeness, you were sure, he set you down. Your mother let out a light, silvery giggle, patting your father on the shoulder. 

“Oh, don’t be so strict, Charles,” she said. “He doesn’t mean any harm by it.” 

As Leander tugged you by the hand into the carriage, you heard your Dad lower his voice, so he thought the Naga couldn’t hear. 

“I don’t like those snakes touching her. They are far too familiar. Miss Elanore’s grandfather would never have allowed him to fondle her the way he does. Things were the way they should be when he was around.”

Beside you, Leander snorted, rolling his eyes. 

“He also drove the family to bankruptcy,” he muttered under his breath. 

“Listen,” your father went on as he helped your mother onto the seat next to him, and still unaware you could hear him quite clearly. “I’ve been talking with the Willards about (Y/N).” 

“The Willards?” she asked. “The tailors?” 

“Yes, they have a boy about (Y/N)’s age. Apparently, he has taken an interest in her, and his father approves. He thinks a girl raised as a maid will make a dutiful wife. I think we ought to consider it. We can visit while we’re in town today.” 

You remembered the Willard's son Joshua from when you were sent on errands to pick up clothes for Elanore. He was a handsome young man, though a little on the skinny side. He seemed nice enough. Still, your cheeks burned, and you folded your hands tightly, hearing your parents plot your marriage. 

“I don’t know, dear,” your mother hummed. “Do you really think it’s a good idea?” 

He let out a grunt. 

“I’d do just about anything to get our girl away from that snake. He’s only going to ruin her, string her along, and throw her away when he’s bored. They’re all the same. The Willard’s can give her a good life.” 

You felt Leander stiffen beside you. As the carriage took off, his tail wrapped around you so tight you whimpered. He glanced down, his face darkening to a cool blue. 

“I’m so sorry,” he muttered, loosening his muscles but not letting you go. 

He gently unwrapped the hairpin, clutched in your palm, and busied himself fastening it to your hair. 

“So pretty,” he murmured, greedy eyes eating you up. “I won’t let anyone else touch you (Y/N).” 

You weren’t sure if that was supposed to be comforting. You’d always liked Leander. He was very handsome, and as children, you’d been inseparable. However, you also realized the massive gap between your two worlds. You were just a maid, and he was the only son of a wealthy lord. It wasn’t meant to be. Your father had explained to you many times before that Leander only doted on you because he was immature and unwilling to grow up. He thought he could still play make-believe with your life, and he warned you to be wary of him. 

Feeling raw and confused, you tried to keep your eyes out the window, focused on the passing countryside as you made your way toward town. When your father stopped to park the carriage, he nodded to your mother as you climbed out. 

She held out a hand to you. 

“Darling, I need you to come with me. We’re going to stop at the tailor’s,” she said, carefully avoiding Leander’s gaze. 

He, however, would not be tricked. 

“How convenient. I need to stop there as well,” he said with a grin, tugging you back towards him with his tail. “(Y/N), keep me company as we walk so I don’t get bored.” 

Your father gave him a deep grimace but was silent as he finished tying up the horses and escorted your mother by the arm down the busy avenue, walking a few steps ahead of you. You watched the two of them whisper to one another as you made your way to the Willard’s shop. 

“Greetings!” Marshall Willard said with a grin when he saw you and your parents enter the shop. 

His eyes jumped to the large Naga next you, and he winced just slightly before calling his son.

“Joshua! Come greet our guests. I’ll help the customer.” 

Joshua appeared from the back, giving you a pleasant smile. 

“Mr. and Mrs. (Y/LN). It’s wonderful to see you,” he said politely. “Can I offer you some tea?” 

Meanwhile, his father greeted Leander. 

“Young Lord Szake! What can I help you with this morning?” 

You moved to follow your parents to the kitchen with Joshua, but Leander pulled you back by the shoulders. 

“I’m here to buy (Y/N) some dresses,” he said, pushing you gently in front of him. 

Everyone in the room looked at you, and your cheeks burned. 

“What? Why, my lord?” you stammered. 

He tipped his head at you.

“If you’re to be my personal attendant, you can’t follow me around in threadbare wool dresses. You ought to represent the Szake family well.” 

“Personal attendant?” you parroted, confused. “But I’m just a maid.” 

“Not anymore,” he declared. “Every Lord has a personal attendant to handle the paperwork and their calendar…those sorts of things.” 

“But isn’t that normally a man?” Mr. Willard asked. 

Leander beamed at him, a cold smile full of hate. 

“(Y/N) has known me since I was just a child. She knows everything about me. I wouldn’t dare trust anyone else with my personal affairs.” 

Your father frowned. 

“Nonsense,” he barked. “(Y/N) is going to be married and have a domestic life, as she should. You’re a wealthy Lord; I’m sure you can find a qualified candidate.” 

Joshua nodded beside him. You looked up at Leander, eyes large. 

“I can’t be your personal attendant, sir,” you added. “It’s not proper. What will people think?” 

He smirked at you, his long, strong fingers pinching your chin so you had to look at him. 

“Fine…If your father insists you have a domestic life, you shall.” 

Your shoulders wilted with relief, and you let out a breath. 

“Oh, thank goo-” 

“As my wife.” 

Everyone in the room’s eyes were as wide as saucers. 

“What?!” they all said at once. 

Leander gave Mr. Willard another bitterly cold grin. 

“Measure her for dresses fitting the station of a Lord’s fiancee.” 

“Absolutely not!” your father said.

“Lord Szake will never allow of this!” Mr. Willard pointed out. 

“She’s to be my fiancee!” Joshua hissed, taking an incensed step towards Leander. “My father has already approved it!” 

Leander’s gaze shot to him, danger reflected in his irises. 

“There are not words on this plane to describe how little I care about whatever arrangement your families have worked out. (Y/N) will marry me, and you will dress her properly.” 

He sank into his coils, pushing you in front of Mr. Willard, snapping his fingers. 

“Now.” 

You saw the man’s jaw tick, but refusing Leander’s request would only be bad for his business, so he pulled out his measuring tape and approached you. Not sure what was happening, you gave him a pleading look, begging him to say something. Reading your confusion and fear, his stare shifted to one more gentle. 

“Lift your arms, please, miss,” he said quietly. 

The room was dead silent while he did as he was told. Joshua and your father glared at Leander, who seemed entirely unbothered, while your mother appeared uncertain. You watched her suck in a deep breath, straightening her shoulders before she approached the Naga, speaking in hushed tones. 

“Sir, are you sure this is wise? I’m not opposed to this match. I-I know…I can see you love her…I’m only worried for (Y/N)’s safety. Such arrangements between classes rarely work out well. Your fellow nobles will never accept her. Would you subject her to their cruelty?” 

For a moment, he seemed to be considering her words, eyes sliding to you. 

“My family has never been accepted into our peers good graces. You know my father was a common merchant. My mother married him out of desperation. She traded her noble title for his fortune. People’s opinions are only that. Opinions. (Y/N) and I will face the same prejudices together. Do you wish your daughter to continue her life as a maid or-?” 

He gave Joshua a dirty look. 

“Or become a servant to a husband who can never love her as I can?” 

Your mother sighed. She lifted her hand and smoothed a bit of hair that had come out of place as if he were her own son. 

“Please…for me, be serious about this if it is what you intend to do.” 

He tipped his cheek into her palm. 

“I will never betray your daughter zhingha.” 

Your father let out a strangled noise, marching out the front door, slamming it behind him. 

Joshua, who had been pacing in place, stomped over to you, grabbing you by the arm to face him. 

“Is this what you really want (Y/N)? A snake for a husband?” 

Before you could answer, Leander’s tail shot out, jerking him away from you and tossing him into the wall. 

“Don’t touch her!” 

The young man climbed to his feet, clutching his ribs. 

“You nobles can’t just take whatever you like! (Y/N) belongs with us!” 

Leander slid across the room like an elegant blue river, lifting Joshua up by his throat. 

“Do not address my fiancee by her first name again. If I see your eyes on her, I will gouge them out!” 

Joshua’s furious face told you he didn’t plan to back down. His father dropped the measuring tape, hurrying to rescue his son. 

“Of course, he wont’ My Lord,” he said. “You’ve made your intentions quite clear. Yes, Joshua?” 

He gave Leander another long look before he gave in. 

“As you say, My Lord.” 

Leander dropped him, returning to his seat near you, and jerked his head at the tailor. 

“Continue,” he snarled. 

“Go to the back and help your mother,” Mr. Willard said to his son.

Joshua gave you a last lingering glance before he disappeared. 

–

You arrived back at the mansion in a very different dress than when you'd left. Leander had insisted on buying you and your mother matching readymade dresses from the shop window while you waited for the fourteen others he ordered to be made. The soft peach satin fabric was the nicest thing you’d ever worn. 

The first thing you heard as you walked in the black door was the smashing of ceramic. 

“Stay here,” Leander said. 

Your eyes quickly flicked to your mother, who grabbed your hand and pulled you into the pantry, peeking out through a crack in the door. 

“Father?” Leander called, opening the door to the dining room. 

He ducked as a vase flew past, smashing to pieces on the stove.

“That bitch!” You heard him screaming. 

He shoved past his son, dark eyes jerking around the room. 

“Father! Calm down! What's happened?” 

“Where is the human woman?” he snarled. 

You and your mother slipped back into the shadows, trying to be as silent as mice. 

“Father! She’s not back from shopping yet. Please, tell me what’s happened.” 

His eyes narrowed, but seemed satisfied with his answer. 

“It’s your mother,” he snarled. “She’s gone.” 

“Gone?” 

He bared his fangs at his son. 

“Don’t parrot me like a dumb animal. The damn woman left! She stole the gold in the safe and disappeared! No one’s seen her!” 

He paced on his thick tail. 

“She must have paid off the townsfolk. No one will tell me where she’s gone!” 

“Has she made off with our fortune?” 

His father glanced up at him. 

“Of course not; I keep the majority of our money in the bank. Only you and I can access it. I planned for this possibility but never expected her to do it! She only got off with our emergency fund…but it was enough to live well for a long time. When will the human woman return?” 

“I don’t know, father,” he said. “But whatever you need, I can help you with it.” 

He waved a clawed hand. 

“I don’t need anything done! I’m going to marry the woman. I should never have agreed to marry Elanore. I won’t make that mistake again. An obedient human wife will suit me better.” 

Leander let out a cold chuff. 

“She’s already married, father!” 

“Easily fixed,” he hissed with murder in his eyes. 

“You can’t be serious!” 

He tried to push past his son toward the door leading out to the stable. Leander blocked his way, his icy irises determined. 

“I can’t let you do that, Father,” he said, his tone low and even. 

Your father came marching through the door a moment later, unaware of the drama playing out. He froze where he stood, eyes immediately focused on the two Naga, staring one another down. 

The opportunity in front of him was too tempting for Dervin to resist, and his tail shot out, a victorious smile on his lips. You couldn’t stay the scream that erupted from your throat, your mother rushing past you to protect her husband. 

Dervin’s focus shifted to her, and Leander lunged at the same second. Caught off guard, he threw his father to the floor, and they quickly became a writhing ball of tails and arms. 

“You’d betray me too, son?” he gasped as he tried to overpower Leander. 

You smelled the coppery stench of blood as sharp nails scraped each other's skin. More than willing to help, your father picked up a heavy cast iron skillet, making his way around the hissing Naga, quiet on his feet. 

There was a resounding crunch as the skillet descended on Dervin’s head. He flopped to the floor, limp. Blood leaked in a pool around him, but he still dragged in a wet breath. Before anyone else could move, Leander snatched a kitchen knife from the rack, jamming it through his chest. Dervin let out his gurgling last breath and then was still. 

You and your mother clutched one another, sinking to the floor. Neither of you knew what to say or do, but your father and Leander didn’t need any prompting. 

“Help me with him,” your father said, slipping his arms under the dead Naga’s. “We’ll bury him under the pig pens.” 

Leander grunted his assent, lifting the majority of the weight as they maneuvered the body outside. 

“Come,” your mother whispered, trembling. “The blood.” 

You nodded, filling the mop bucket with water before pulling every towel from the cabinet to mop up the mess. 

“What now?” you found yourself whispering, though there was no reason to. 

She shrugged. 

“That’s for Leander to decide. He’s the Lord of this house.” 

By the time they returned, you’d scrubbed everything to a sparkle, the only blood left staining your new dresses and the towels.

“Take those off,” your father said. “We’ll burn the linens.” 

The two of you nodded, slipping the heavy dresses over your shoulders until you only wore the thick shifts underneath. Leander helped you out of your shoes and slipped the red-splattered stockings off your feet. 

Your father gave you and Leander a long look before he spoke. 

“Take your fiancee to bed,” he said. “She shouldn’t have seen all this. I trust it won’t happen again.”  

Leander returned a tight nod, and something passed between their gazes. They’d forged a silent agreement. 

It wasn’t until your mother and father left out the back door to burn the rest of the evidence that the tears came. It was a relief Dervin was gone. He would have killed your father and hurt your mother, but it was still horrific. 

“Shhh,” Leander hummed, scooping you up in his arms. 

He carried you upstairs to his bedroom, curling into a tight ring to settle you in the center. His arms wrapped around you, and he pressed your head into his chest. 

“Everything is going to be okay now,” he said softly, carding the strands of your hair with his long fingers. 

“Lei, are we all going to jail?” you sniffled, his childhood nickname falling past your lips all on its own. 

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling when they met yours. 

“No. My mother did us a favor. If anyone asks, they’re touring the countryside until they're entirely forgotten.” 

“What happens now?” you asked. 

He tipped your chin with his thumb, dipping his head to slip his lips against yours. They were so warm that you felt your jaw's tension melt away. His eyes searched yours when they parted, carrying a lightness you hadn’t seen in many years. 

“I’m going to marry you, and your parents will move out of the servant’s quarters. Your father and mother have earned their place in the Szake family. We’ll find some new staff.” 

You nodded, his hair forming a smooth curtain blocking the world. 

“Sleep now,” he hummed. “All is as it should be.” 

Despite how you wanted to keep your eyes open, they slid shut against your will. 

—

“Would you like lavender or rose tea, Miss (Y/N)?” your new maid asked as she opened the tea box in front of you. 

“Rose,” you said, turning your attention back to the catalog in front of you. 

You sat comfortably in the rose garden, enjoying the sunshine as you planned your wedding. It had been a month since the terrible night that Dervin died. When Leander had informed the merchants of the town that he was getting married, they’d sent piles of samples and booklets for you to look through. You’d never realized there were so many options! It was a little overwhelming. Since you’d come from humble beginnings, it felt strange spending so much money on decorations and lace, but Leander informed you it should be a grand occasion and not to spare a cent. 

“Um…Miss (Y/N)?” one of your maids said, looking slightly frightened. 

“What’s wrong, Lily?” you asked, concerned. 

“Well…there’s a Miss Iris at the door looking for you. Should I bring her?” 

Leander was out for the day, meeting with one of his importers, so you weren’t sure what she could want. 

“Of course, bring her here.” 

A minute later, an elegant Naga came slithering into the garden. Her curly violet hair was pinned in a pretty updo and she wore an elaborate pink dress, covered in ribbons. 

“Hello, Miss Iris,” you said, waving for her to take a place at the table. “Can I offer you some tea?” 

Her brow was drawn, and she looked you up and down. 

“So…you’re who he picked,” she pouted. “Over me.” 

Your ears burned, realizing you were speaking to Leander’s former fiancee. 

“There’s no competition,” you said. 

She snorted. 

“Obviously not.” 

She narrowed her eyes at you, and you expected a verbal lashing. You were a mere maid, after all. It was absurd Leander would take you as his fiancee. She sucked in a deep breath, and her expression suddenly softened. 

“How…How did you do it?” 

Your eyebrows jumped, confused. 

“Do what?” 

She looked around, uncomfortable. 

“Can I tell you a secret?”

You took a breath as your maid politely poured her a cup of tea. 

“I suppose so…If you’d like.” 

“I’m relieved.” 

“Relieved…why?” 

She sipped her tea, thinking before she spoke. 

“Because I don’t particularly care for Leander. In fact, I don’t like him at all. He’s…very…intense. He kind of creeps me out. He only spoke of you when we were out on dates; it was incredibly boring and awkward. Not to mention…the way he talked about you…He was fixated on all of your little ticks. Did you know he carries a lock of your hair around with him? And sometimes your stockings! He showed up one day elated because you’d accidentally sneezed on him and used his handkerchief to wipe your nose! He was cuddling it like a treasure!” 

Your ears heated. Where had he gotten a lock of your hair? You’d never given it to him. 

“He what?” 

Iris waved her previous statement away. 

“Anyway, I wouldn’t have liked him even if he hadn’t. He’s just…too much like a Naga male. Once they have something in their mind, they get…obsessed. 

Our parents arranged our marriage. I hate that tradition. I’d never force my child into a marriage without love. That’s how you get murdered by some enterprising mistress!” 

You blinked, unsure if you should be offended or not, but she went on.  

“Honestly, there’s…someone else who has my interest. Only…he’s not a noble Naga.” 

“Oh! That is a puzzle, isn’t it?” 

She nodded, stretching her hand across the table to touch yours. 

“That’s why I need to know how you did it! How did you win over Leander’s parents? Maybe if I can tell Joshua how to do it, I can…I don’t know…” 

You giggled. 

“Joshua…Willard?” 

Her violet irises flared. 

“You know him?” 

“Ah…yes…but not well. He seems like a very nice man.” 

Her eyes glazed over, wistful thoughts playing in her mind. 

“He’s so kind and considerate. I’ve never met anyone like him, so gentle. A few weeks ago, I went to pick up a dress, and he helped me. His hands were so soft, and his voice was so sweet. Every night since then, we’ve been meeting in secret! I know he’s the right one and he thinks so too! 

I don’t want to brute of a husband. I want a kind person who I can talk to. That’s why I have to know how to convince my parents not to marry me off to some…stranger!” 

You weren’t sure how to answer. 

“I think…You should do whatever you must to protect your beloved,” you said. “I can’t tell you exactly what to do because it will be different for you. We’re all different in different circumstances.

She looked a little disappointed. 

“What I do know, though, Iris, is that if you love one another, you will find a way You two are adults, not children. No one can make you marry someone you don’t want to. It’s only a matter of how far you are willing to go, what sacrifices you will make to have the life you want.” 

She nodded, thinking. 

“But…” you started, pausing to sip your tea, “What if your parents went on a little vacation?” 

“A vacation?” 

You shrugged. 

“Once you’re married, you’re married,” you said. “Maybe by the time they return…if they return… you’ve sorted your affairs.” 

The two of you shared a knowing look, and she brightened. 

“I like you (Y/N), you’re very clever! You’ve given me hope! Is there anything I can help you with in return? I want us to be friends!” 

You smiled, picking up one of the catalogs. 

“Yes, actually. I have no idea what is proper for a lady. Can you help me? We can plan our weddings together.” 

She beamed at you, taking the catalog. 

“Of course!” 

A few hours later, Leander came slithering through the garden. 

“Iris? What are you doing here?” he asked, his shoulders stiffening. “I thought I made it clear…” 

Iris snorted and waved him away. 

“I’m not here for you,” she said, raising her nose at him. “(Y/N) and I are planning our weddings.” 

“Your wedding?” he asked, and she grinned. 

“Yes! And now that you’re here,” she wrinkled her nose at him. “I think I’ll be off.” 

She leaned down and kissed your cheek. 

“Thank you for your advice (Y/N). I’m going to talk to Joshua,” she said before sliding past Leander without saying goodbye. 

“What was that all about?” Leander asked when she was gone. 

You shrugged. 

“True love, I guess.” 

He pulled you into his coils, peeking over your shoulder at the catalogs on the table. He ran a finger over the things you’d circled. 

“Lei, can I ask you something?” you asked. 

“Anything, love.” 

You twisted around to look at him, narrowing your eyes. 

“Did you tell Iris that you were excited I sneezed on you?” 

“Ah…noooo,” he lied, his whole face darkening to a deep blue. “Wh-Why would she say something silly like that?” 

You giggled. 

“Of course not,” you said, patting his chest. “I must have misheard her. Can I borrow your handkerchief? It's a little warm out here.” 

He passed it to you and you daintily patted your forehead, handing it back. His eyes widened at the little scrap of fabric in his hand and he hastily stuck it in his jacket pocket. 

Leander might be a weirdo, but he was your weirdo and you wouldn't have it any other way. 

[writingwhileblvck]

This man will say the most out of pocket things to you, like just out of the blue, completely unprovoked, and then just go on about his day like nothing happened?

Like yall could be grocery shopping, right? And your just minding your own business, trying to find something to make for dinner, and then this fucker comes up behind you talking about some

"your ass looks so good in those shorts babygirl, and when we get home it'll look even better when it's bouncing on my dick"

Then he'll just kiss your cheek and walk away, LIKE????? Sir what am I suppose to do with this information?? We are in public can we please have some decorum.

Or like y'all could be studying, and the location doesn't matter because this man is a menace. He'll just be leaning back in his chair just dead locked staring at you, and when you finally ask him why he's staring he'll say some shit like,

"Cause I'm imagining eating that sweet little pussy right here on this table"

HUHHH??? Like how am I suppose to finish what I was doing now? Now we got to go home so you can deal with this problem you created.

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₊˚ෆ the start to a chaotic summer !

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𐙚 summary ( a few posts showing what Stella has been up to as of lately now that her summer has started ! )

au masterlist - you can find everything under #👩🏻‍🎨 ͡ ꒱ Stella Hughes!

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jackhughes replied to your story ‘ESTELLA WTF’

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_quinnhughes replied to your story ‘some things you just gotta keep to yourself stink 😐’

lhughes_06 replied to your story ‘Stella please stop this I’m disgusted, and it’s not even 1pm’

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luca.fantilli reacted with 🤤

ahndaesee replied to your story ‘Princess the wording umm 🧐 ’

stellahughes OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I DIDNT MEAN IT LIKE THAYDBDJ

markestapa replied to your story ‘in public?? Pookie I was unfamiliar with your game 😮‍💨’

stellahughes MARK PLS YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT YOU WERE LITERALLY THERE ???

_alexturcotte replied to your story ‘have some decorum hughes goodness’

rutgermcgroarty replied to your story ‘babe I don’t think you worded this the best…’

stellahughes oh really ?? I couldn’t tell 😲

Lilybaileys replied to your story ‘STELLA YOU FREAKY GAL 🤭’

carmenbarlowe replied to your story ‘bestie I can’t keep defending you 😶’

ryan.leno_4 replied to your story ‘IVE BEEN A NASTY GIRL NASTY. IS SOMEBODY GONNA MATCH MY FREAK ??? 😌’

stellahughes RYAN PLEASE 😭

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stellahughes I meant from the workout we did 😭 the gym workout 😭 you know with weights and treadmills 😭

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username the ice princess is back!!!!

username ESTELLA HUGHES WOMANS WORLD FIGURE SKATING CHAMPION TWO YEARS IN A ROW !!

username NO SILVER OLYMPIC MEDALIST ESTELLA HUGHES ‼️

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markestapa training stella is scary

edwards.73 and mean

stellahughes I’m not mean I’m just determined 😐 @/edwards.73

rutgermcgroarty it’s sexy dw baby 😮‍💨 @/stellahughes

stellahughes oh is it? 🤭 @/rutgermcgroarty

markestapa you guys disgust me.

nicohischier I will be cheering you on Estella!!

stellahughes you want me so bad omg 🤭

jackhughes omfg stella go away @/stellahughes

stellahughes NO YOU GO AWAY YOU JEALOUS BITCH HE WAS TALKING TO ME @/jackhughes

nicohischier guys please calm down.

stellahughes yes sir 😌

amberglenniceskater let’s go Stella!!!

stellahughes AMBERRR ML 🫶🏻

isabeau.levito USA USA USA ‼️

stellahughes THEY ARE NOT READY FOR US 🤭

_willsmith2 STELLAAA ‼️

stellahughes WILLL ‼️

_quinnhughes i definitely have the coolest sister

stellahughes nooo I have the coolest brother 🫶🏻

jackhughes brothers !! PLURAL you have the coolest BROTHERS @/stellahughes

stellahughes I know what I said @/jackhughes

rutgermcgroarty pretty girl 😍

rutgermcgroarty blessing my feed fr 😍 god slide six 😮‍💨

rutgermcgroarty have I told you I love you today??

rutgermcgroarty I LOVE YOU 🩷

rutgermcgroarty sometimes it still blows my mind how lucky I am 😻 like me ?? Dating an Olympic silver medalist. Fuck I’m so lucky I love love love you 🩷

stellahughes babe 😭 please come over so we can make out.

username pls can the 2026 Winter Olympics come any sooner 😭

username pls shes so aesthetically pleasing 🤭

username AHHH YAY THE ICONIC STELLA SUMMER PHOTO DUMPS ARE BACK ‼️

simjaeyunn you already won the number one spot in my heart 😻

rutgermcgroarty IM SORRY???

pshoon2002 Jake I beg you put the phone down.

ahndaesee chat he’s getting bold 😭😭

stellahughes oh! Thanks Jake? 🫶🏻

ahndaesee bless your oblivious sweet soul @/stellahughes

notriki MOTHER IS MOTHERING 😌

stellahughes my child 🫶🏻

rutgermcgroarty since when did we have a child 🧍‍♂️@/stellahughes

stellahughes surprise 🥳 @/rutgermcgroarty

notriki hi dad! @/rutgermcgroarty

lhughes_06 I still haven’t recovered from that god awful green drink

stellahughes it’s not for the week lukey

lhughes_06 calling me lukey and then basically saying I’m week, in the same sentence is crazyyy 👎🏻

ahndaesee my superstar 🫶🏻

stellaughes my pretty dahee 🫶🏻

ryan.leno_4 my body still hasn’t recovered since you took us to that pilates class

stellahughes we have to go again so your body can get used to it!

gabeperreault44 NO NO NO ❌

_willsmith2 please no.

umichhockey our Olympic silver medalist 🫶🏻

stellahughes I love you admin 🫶🏻

christophersturniolo so when are you teaching me??

stellahughes when are you coming to visit hmm?

nicolassturniolo *US you mean

matthew.sturniolo YouTube vid idea ???

stellahughes I’m not going to go easy on you guys 😼

christophersturniolo LETS GOOOO

_connorbedard good luck Stella 🔥

stellahughes thank you con !! 🫶🏻

masonmctavish23 let’s go Stella !! 🔥

_quinnhughes lets go stink, so so proud of you! ❤️

stellahughes I love you quinny :(

trevorzegras STINK

jackhughes STINK STINK

colecaufield STINKKKKK

cam.york LITTLE STINK IS ALL GROWN UP

_alexturcotte STINK ‼️

stellahughes I hate you guys, please it’s not funny anymore 😭

lhughes_06 no no it’s still funny

williamnylander can’t wait to watch you win Estella! Miss you!

stellahughes thank you Willy! I miss you tons 🫶🏻

tatemcrae my girl my girl 😻

stellahughes mine mine mine 😻

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jackhughes please never say you dominated my ass again you freak

jackhughes besides it’s Cole’s fault, he can’t hit a racket to save his life…or mine!

colecaufield yeah well you were shit at golf and you act like I would want to save your life anyway 🖕🏻

trevorzegras we really did a number on them @/stellahughes they are still arguing 🤣

stellahughes @/jackhughes @/colecaufield it’s okay, we will go easy on you in darts 💋

Lilybaileys I am channeling my inner tashi this summer

stellahughes ART PLS IM ON MY KNEES 😫 IM TRYING TO BE MRS DONALDSON BY THE END OF THE SUMMER 😫

rutgermcgroarty babe what🧍‍♂️@/stellahughes

carmenbarlowe okay but Patrick tho…. 🤭

stellahughes THE WAY I WOULD MATCH HIS FREAK PERFECTLY IN A WAY THAT IS CONCERNING TO FEMINISM 😵‍💫

rutgermcgroarty sighs

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username her outfits always eat goddd 😫

username JACK IS SO PRETTY AHHH

username Stella + art and Patrick fanfic is not a want, it’s a need.

rutgermcgroarty please don’t, she’s already up all night reading them and watching edits 😭

tarayummyy ur so hot babes imyyy

stellahughes i miss you moreee 💋

_alexturcotte can’t believe you went without me.

stellahughes ITS NOT MY FAULT YOH MISSED UR FLIGHT

luca.fantilli lookin good Stella 👀

stellahughes come back pls :(

username she’s so pretty sobs 💔

username can Rutger fight??

rutgermcgroarty you wouldn’t even know how to handle her bud

username THE ICONIC FOUR IS BACK TOGETHER ‼️

username no one will understand how much I love Stella’s relationship with Cole and Trevor 😭

colecaufield good games or whatever 🙄

stellahughes don’t be upset Cole! It’s not your fault Jack dragged you down 🫶🏻

jackhughes don’t be afraid to come downstairs, it’s on sight you brat.

_quinnhughes I’ll make sure to come next time!

stellahughes pls pls pls we missed you (mostly me because I missed actual good competition)

jackhughes I am actually going to fight you.

_quinnhughes she would win that as well 🤣

lhughes_06 thanks for the invite 🙄

stellahughes you were to busy sucking face with Ethan and Daisy to see that I texted you 10 times.

rutgermcgroarty Stella the skirts are driving me crazy 😵‍💫

stellahughes why do you think I wear them? 🤭

jackhughes I can’t stand you guys.

simjaeyunn what are you not good at 😻

pshoon2002 driving, playing hide and seek, swimming, writing in cursive…the list is quite long actually.

stellahughes WHY ARE YOU MY BIGGEST HATER 😭‼️

pshoon2002 IM NOT IM JUST TRYING TO PROTECT YOU FROM JAKES DELUSIONAL ASS ‼️

simjaeyunn Stella is this guy bothering you 😾

ahndaesee my superstar is always on top 🫶🏻

stellahughes my number one supporter 🫶🏻

rutgermcgroarty ‼️ LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER ‼️

ahndaesee gtfo rut don’t ruin this for me 😾

stellahughes pls guys don’t fight, their is enough of me to go around 🤭

rutgermcgroarty I DONT LIKE TO SHARE

pshoon2002 Stella doesn’t like selfish guys

stellahughes HOONIE WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

username pls why is Stella’s comment sections always so chaotic

username Daisy and ruts beef is hilarious

username Stella, daisy and sunghoon best childhood friends ‼️

markestapa I’d let her fuck me with a racket 🏓

lhughes_06 MARK?!?!

jackhughes TF DID YOU JUST SAY TO MY SISTER?!?!

markestapa ITS A QUOTE FROM THE MOVIE I SWEAR

markestapa POOKIE PLS HELP ME @/stellahughes

edwards.73 pls I can’t breathe 😭

username like I said chaotic 😭

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jackhughes there is way to much kissing going on here 😾

jackhughes what’s that’s supposed to mean ??

jackhughes for your information, I’m by far more prettier than you

stellahughes plss 😭 jack when did you get so funny??

trevorzegras are you saying me and Jack not pretty?

stellahughes 🤐

dylanduke25 I’m still recovering from that dinner 🤒

tyler__duke5 wdym I’m a great cook?

nick_moldenhauer great is a strong work bud

stellahughes you almost lit my kitchen AND Nick on fire 😰

tyler__duke5 ‘almost’ being the key word okay 👍🏻

Lilybaileys mark almost falling in the fire out was the best part of my night ☺️

markestapa just say you want me okay 😏

luca.fantilli miss you Stella :(

stellahughes I miss you more !! You and Adam get your asses here asap !!

adamfantilli yes ma’am 🫡

edwards.73 I’m still in shock from that criminal minds ep

LiamBarlowe I don’t think we will ever be the same 😖

stellahughes you guys are so dramatic omg 😭

trevorzegras Luke face planting into the water five seconds after you took that pic was the highlight of my day

stellahughes I thought we lost him ngl

jackhughes the Hughes do summer the best!

jackhughes would be a perfect summer if I don’t have to see you and rut kiss and touch each other all the time 😒

username everyone say thank you Stella for feeding us this summer!

username the iconic faceless pictures are back!

username love them but I miss her face 😭

lhughes_06 I’m pretty sure I still have water in my nose and ears

lhughes_06 also can we all vote that Tyler is never in charge of cooking again

stellahughes LEAVE TYLER ALONE YOU PUNK only I can bully him

colecaufield you always make the summers better stells! ❤️

stellahughes I love you coley ☹️ (let’s go get breakfast)

colecaufield I’m getting the keys rn

mackie.samo I’m still sick from all the s’mores stell

stellahughes please I haven’t left my bed 😭

jacob_truscott20 STELLA HUGHES THE UNDEFEATED QUEEN OF BEER PONG ‼️

stellahughes hmm it’s so comfy on my throne 😇

lhughes_06 someone please humble her

edwards.73 that’s no way to talk to your queen lukey

lhughes_06 omfg

markestapa MY BEAUTIFUL QUEEN 🙇‍♂️

_alexturcotte the way I witnessed you pushing rut into the lake after he took that first picture of you 😟

stellahughes I wanted him to take off his shirt 🤷🏻‍♀️

rutgermcgroarty YOU COULD HAVE JUST ASKED

username Stella and rut are actually the cutest ever

username I love Stella’s relationship with all the guys!

username that’s their little sister !!

ahndaesee your ass looks great in that picture

edwards.73 BABE ??

lhughes_06 Baby pls stop looking at my sisters ass 😐

stellahughes look @/ahndaesee men trying to tell us woman, what to do 🙄

ahndaesee disgusting you two.

edwards.73 PRETTY I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING @/ahndaesee

_quinnhughes I’m never letting you drive the boat again.

stellahughes it was an accident, no one got hurt ☹️

trevorzegras i literally fell out of the boat Stella

stellahughes but it was funny! @/trevorzegras

_quinnhughes okay yeah ur right it was funny

trevorzegras wtf Quinn 😐

username pls Quinn and Trevor are so funny 😂

username boat Stella is the best Stella

rutgermcgroarty ur so cute baby, I can’t wait for more summers with you 🩷

stellahughes you make my summers (life) better rut 🩷

username AHH THE PICTURES OF HER AND RUT

username HIS COMMENT PLS IM GONNA SOB

username PLEASE THE WAY HES HOLDING HER 😭

username awe Daisy and Stella cuddled up on the couch watching criminal minds 😭

carmenbarlowe I will never be able to look at that hot tub the same Stella 😐

stellahughes MINNIE PLS WE APOLOGIZED ALREADY 🙏

rutgermcgroarty we weren’t even doing anything crazy 🙄

jackhughes WTF ARE YOU GUYS TALKING ABOUT, AM I GONNA HAVE TO BUY A NEW HOT TUB ??

stellahughes omfg we were just kissing

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ahndaesee replied to your story ‘rutger mcgroarty count your fucking days’

stellahughes he’s sleeping on the couch tn 🙄

rutgermcgroarty replied to your story ‘you’re mine 😾’

stellahughes I love when you are possessive. But know your place 🩷 (I love you, but I love my wife)

lhughes_06 replied to your story ‘let’s go rut! Taking one for the team 💪🏻’

stellahughes 🙄👎🏻

simjaeyunn replied to your story ‘how dare he…you should break up with him 😌’

stellahughes don’t be silly Jake, I’m just being dramatic 🫶🏻

dylanduke25 replied to your story ‘oh, the d isn’t for me?”

stellahughes DYLAN PLS 😭

Lilybaileys replied to your story ‘that’s our sacred tree that mf 😠’

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LiamBarlowe replied to your story ‘not him messing with the sacred tree’

stellahughes RIGHT ?! 😾 (miss you come back to Michigan pls)

markestapa replied to your story ‘oh he can mess with the tree but I can’t 🙄’

stellahughes don’t be jealous pookie 😽

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stellahughes happy WIVES happy LIVES 😻

rutgermcgroarty @/ahndaesee she’s literally laying right next to me rn in my shirt btw.

ahndaesee ya don’t you know how sweet it tastes ?? 🍭

rutgermcgroarty you DON’T know how sweet it tastes 😾

stellahughes RUT PLS ENOUGH 😭

username this is so pretty stop

username Stella and Daisy are the best duo mhm ‼️

username Prettiest best friends 💕

Lilybaileys about to get in my homewrecker era 😻

stellahughes we don’t live together

Lilybaileys stella pls you gotta stop quoting the challengers 😓

markestapa MRS STEAL YOUR GURLL 😎

markestapa please ethan is a pouting mess rn he’s having Daisy withdrawals

stellahughes it’s deserved. now he knows how I feel 😾

lhughes_06 stop stealing my gf :/

stellahughes it’s not stealing if she willingly came 😼

lhughes_06 why is reading that making me so uncomfortable.

elblue6 you girls are so pretty 💕

stellahughes I love you mom 😽🩷

ahndaesee thank you Ellen 😭🫶🏻

pshoon2002 without me 😓

stellahughes stop being dramatic and come visit 🫶🏻 (PLEASE)

edwards.73 😐

stellahughes 👰🏻‍♀️ 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏻 👰🏻‍♀️

edwards.73 I HATE YOU

stellahughes ur gf doesn’t 😮‍💨

username I love how close they are!!

username pls Luke and Ethan’s comments are taking me out 😭

username the nails are so pretty 🥰

rutgermcgroarty wow I am so lucky to have STELLA as MY GIRLFRIEND 🥰

ahndaesee 🙄

rutgermcgroarty I’m seeking for a promotion in our relationship 😌

rutgermcgroarty my eyes have been blessed 😍

stellahughes baby stop flirting with me in the comments and flirt with me in person pls

rutgermcgroarty bet 😏

username THE STRAWBERRIES 🍓 😋

username Stella please I am not your strongest soldier 😍

username cutest couple ever 🩷

rutgermcgroarty @/ahndaesee it’s on sight.

ahndaesee you heard the people 😇

lhughes_06 how do I dislike this post.

rutgermcgroarty ur asking the right questions.

mackie.samo LETS GO GIRLS ‼️

tyler__duke5 bring me some of those strawberries I’ll make us some pancakes

stellahughes if it’s in Daisy’s aprentment I’m down!

ahndaesee last time you cooked in my kitchen my apartment almost burned down @/tyler__duke5

tyler__duke5 okay but it was an accident ☹️

stellahughes yeah Daisy , it was an accident ☹️

carmenbarlowe I’m in love 🥰

ahndaesee you want us sooo bad 🤭

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[suppose-i-was-worm]

Dragon Landing pt 2

Kon watched in fear as the dragon touched down in the wide plaza, Lex smiling smugly as the great beast landed.

“Great Dragon, welcome to Metropolis.”

The dragon nodded slowly, swinging it’s head around to see the gathered crowd.

“If you are looking for your assistant, I regret to inform you that he has committed a most horrible sin against you, sir.”

The dragon tilted its head, and the crowd parted. Kon tried to dart forward to catch Danny as he was thrown to the ground, securely tied in ropes, but his guards grabbed his arms and held him tight.

“What has he done?”

The dragon’s first words rumbled across the plaza, and Kon shivered at the underlying anger to it’s voice.

Lex made a grand gesture.

“He dared to seduce your intended spouse, my nephew Kon-el. Do not worry, though, we caught them before anything untoward could happen.”

A strange chuffing noise came from the dragon, and it lowered it’s head to look at Danny, still lying on the ground.

“Do you know what you have done, son of Clockwork?”

Much to Kon’s horror, Danny grinned brightly.

“I understand what I’ve been accused of, sure.”

“You have betrayed me in this, Daniel Clockwork.”

“IT WASN’T HIS FAULT,” Kon yelled, struggling against the guards. “Please- punish me, if you must- Danny didn’t start anything!”

The dragon side eyed Kon, and then turned it’s attention back to Danny.

“Rise, Daniel, and accept your punishment.”

“Oh? I thought you liked the sight of me tied up.”

To the shock of the entire plaza, Danny rose to his feet, slipping through the ropes like they were air. He stood in front of the dragon’s great head, smiling serenely.

The dragon brought it’s nose down close to Danny, and a wisp of flame spouted from it’s nostrils.

Kon screamed as the flame wrapped around the man he’d fallen in love with- he could never care for the dragon after this, even if he had to marry the great beast.

And then the flames subsided, and there Danny was, still standing. He was different, though- the purple bruise on his cheek from Lex’s guards was gone, and he wasn’t hunched over his right side, favoring a broken rib.

When he’d arrived in Metropolis Keep, and every day since, his garb had been nice but unremarkable. Now, having been consumed by flames, his clothing was of the finest silks, with delicate embroidery and gems creating the night sky on his dark robes.

Most shocking at all was the pointed ears of a faerie and his hair- an ethereal shock of white were before it had been blacker than shadow.

“It has been too long, my loyal servant” the dragon rumbled.

“A month without you is akin to a year without stars, my lord.”

Kon took advantage of the guards shock to rush forward, pushing past his uncle to reach Danny. Danny, who turned to him with a brilliant grin.

“Prince Kon-el! Meet my lord, the dragon.”

Remembering some decorum in the face of his worry, Kon bowed to the dragon, who regarded him with one great yellow eye.

“A pleasure to meet you, Lord Dragon.”

The dragon chuffed again, turning back to Danny.

“He is pretty, I’ll give you that. Will you stand with us, Prince Kon-el?”

Kon looked to Danny, who was nodding furiously at him.

“If that is your wish?”

“I care more for your wishes, but I will accept that answer.”

The dragon’s tail looped around them both, and Kon watched as Danny gave it a pat.

“King Luthor.” There was danger in the dragon’s voice. “You made a deal with me- a spouse in exchange for power.”

“Yes, Lord Dragon, if you-“

“I did not give you permission to speak.”

A sick sort of glee filled Kon as Lex shut up with a snap.

“I would have complied with your request, had I not spent the last month learning of your misdeeds. I might have even been lenient, more than just allowing you your life, but it seems you missed a very important fact about dragons.”

The tail surrounding Kon and Danny tightened possessively.

“Dragons are known to have multiple spouses- hoarding them more fiercely than gold and treating them better than the finest of gems. Until today I was possessed of only a single spouse, and you- usurper, kidnapper, false king- you allowed him to come to harm.”

Kon looked sharply over at Danny, but the faerie was smiling vindictively, stroking the dragon’s scales with delicate fingers that were dripping with silver and diamond jewelry.

“Did you know,” the dragon continued, “that the man whose throne you took- who was left for dead by your traitorous followers- recovered well? King Kent is returning to Metropolis to take back his throne, along with his wife and son.”

Something roiled in Kon’s stomach- the knowledge that his father had another son with a legal wife- as opposed to himself, a child born out of wedlock to Lex’s sister through coercion- made him feel ill.

“He has agreed that Kon-el may come with me until Metropolis is safe. After that, it is up to the prince as to where he will go.”

The dragon reached out one massive claw, touching Lex on the chest.

“I curse you, Luthor- I curse you for laying a hand on my beloved, for usurping a throne that is not rightfully yours. I curse you for casting out a friend of my father and leaving him for dead. I curse you for stealing a child from his father and depriving him of that relationship, and I curse you for attempting to use that child as a bargaining chip for power. Lex Luthor, you will never hold a position of power again. Only the dogs will believe the words you speak from here on out. So mote it be.”

Kon watched as Lex started to protest, but all that came out was the howling of a street dog.

The surrounding crowd began to snicker, and then to laugh.

They stopped as the dragon continued speaking, this time to the guards who had thrown Danny to the ground.

“Personally, I do not think those who laid hands on my husband should be allowed to live, and yet I am well aware what he thinks of wanton bloodshed. His people, however, may not be so kind. I would suggest stocking up on cold iron.”

Danny tugged at Kon’s hand, and he let himself be pulled up and onto the dragon’s tail, and then up further still to rest on the beasts broad back. Part of him thought that he ought to have struggled to climb up, but the rest of him was dealing with relief from the stress of the past day.

The man he loved was safe and sound, his father was well and returning, and Lex could no longer bring the kingdom to evil.

The dragon spread his wings, and with two hefty flaps, they were off the ground and in the air.

Kon scrabbled to grab a hold of something with the hand not held securely in Danny’s but there was no purchase on the smooth scales underneath him.

“Peace, Kon-el,” the dragon rumbled beneath them. “I will not let you fall.”

A tugging on his hand again prompted Kon to turn to Danny, who was smiling at him gently.

“Do you want to continue what we started?”

There was a twinkle in his eye, and Kon flushed hot, remembering their almost-kiss while they practiced dancing.

“H-here?”

Danny shrugged playfully.

“Why not? My lord doesn’t mind.”

“I- no, I don’t think I am comfortable with that.”

With a nod, Danny brought Kon’s hand up to his lips, brushing across the back feather light.

“Your comfort is my utmost priority, my prince.”

The dragon rumbled underneath them, and Kon almost thought it was agreement.

[illuminatedquill]

Sabine Wren

Short Cuts

Story Summary: A short series of scenes featuring Sabine Wren occurring throughout the first season of Ahsoka that help fill in the narrative gaps left by the hat man (Sabezra focused, of course).

Author's Note: I was super bored at work today and came up with some more headcanons for stuff that should have happened during Ahsoka. Enjoy.

One Last Thing Before I Go

Sabine Wren x Ryder Azadi

(Takes place near the end of Ahsoka 1x02, Toil and Trouble. Sabine visits Governor Azadi to ask for some last favors before she leaves.)

The intercom on Governor Azadi's desk chirped, signaling an incoming message from his secretary. He clicked the channel open.

"Azadi here. Go ahead," he said, scribbling away on some forms.

"There is a Sabine Wren here for you, Governor."

Ah, he thought. Decision time.

"Send her up, please," he replied.

His secretary, sounding flustered, said, "She, uh - never mind, she's already on her way to see you, sir."

Azadi sighed. "Of course she is." Formal decorum never was Sabine's style.

The doors to his office hissed open - and a Mandalorian walked in.

Azadi's eyebrows climbed up his forehead in surprise until he recognized the familiar color scheme. Few Mandalorians painted their armor in such a vivid array of colors.

In fact, he knew only one.

A slow smile spread across his face. "Well, well," he drawled. "Don't you look spiffy."

The Mandalorian took off her helmet, revealing Sabine Wren - with a freshly shorn haircut. She had on a cocky grin and her eyes glinted with fierce determination.

Azadi felt his heart soar. Now that's the Sabine I remember, he thought.

"Still fits," she replied, showing off her armor.

"That it does," Azadi agreed. "I take it this means you're partnering up with Ahsoka again?"

"Yeah. We'll be on our way, shortly."

"Good, good." Azadi was in disbelief of Sabine's involvement when Ahsoka showed up and told him of her plans to ask for her help - until she revealed what was at stake.

Or rather, who was at stake.

"And your wound? It's not bothering you?" he asked.

Sabine reached down to her abdomen almost instinctively. "What, this? Nah, it's fine. All good to go," she said, dismissively.

Azadi snorted. "You were stabbed by a lightsaber, Sabine. Not very many people just walk that injury off."

She shrugged. "It's fine, Ryder." Her eyes flashed, dangerously. "I plan to pay it back, don't worry."

"Glad to hear it," Azadi said, firmly. "Anything else I can do for you before leaving?"

Sabine reached up and rubbed the back of her neck - a nervous gesture that sent a mysterious sharp pang of nostalgia through Azadi.

So familiar . . .

"Yeah, if that's alright with you."

"Of course. Name it."

Sabine looked at him. "First - I need someone to feed my loth-cat, Murley."

Azadi blinked. "You want - what?"

"Someone needs to feed my loth-cat. Twice a day. And probably play with him, too."

Azadi blinked again. "And . . . who do you have in mind for that?"

Sabine tapped a finger on her chin and smirked. "You could send one of those hotshot pilots you had chasing me down the speed-way the other day."

Azadi rolled his eyes. "You want me to use military resources to feed your cat."

"Yeah. If that isn't too hard for them."

"Sabine," replied Azadi, steadily, "if you're going to be annoyed, do it at me. I gave the order."

Her eyes flashed again. Azadi braced himself.

"You knew I wasn't going to show up at that ceremony. Haven't done so for years."

Azadi leaned forward, irritation creeping into his voice. "You're not the only one who misses Ezra. That ceremony is meant as a token of respect and gratitude towards everyone else who sacrificed and lost that day!"

He jabbed a finger at her. "What about them, Sabine? You forget about everyone else just because their name isn't Ezra Bridger?"

The smirk vanished in an instant. Sabine took a step backwards, rubbing at the back of her neck again in embarrassment.

Why is that so familiar to me?

Azadi took the moment to calm himself down. Way to go, old man, he thought. What a role model you are.

"I'm sorry," he said, quietly. "I know Ezra meant a lot to you."

"No - no, you're right," she admitted. "I was being selfish."

Azadi hesitated for a moment, thinking - and decided to push forward anyway. "You were also being scared. Which isn't like you."

Sabine looked up at him. "You think I was running away."

"Yes," he confessed. "I was tired of seeing you run away from . . . everything. Life."

She was quiet for long moment, processing this. "I've been running my whole life, Ryder," Sabine said, sadly.

He studied her. "This trip with Ahsoka - are you still running?"

Sabine considered her answer for a few seconds and then spoke, confidently, "Yes. But the difference is I'm running to something now. Not away."

Running to someone, you mean, Azadi thought. I know your price. But the answer was sufficient for him.

He drummed his fingers on the desk, thinking. "I'll send one of my assistants to check on your loth-cat while you're away, Sabine. You have my word."

Her shoulders sagged with relief. "Thanks, Ryder."

Azadi nodded. "Anything else?"

Sabine dug in her pockets and pulled out a hastily folded form. "Your secretary insisted I fill one of these out. It's an official request."

Azadi took and scanned the document. Smiling, he said, "Consider it done."

Sabine, in a surprisingly formal move, bowed her head. "I appreciate the help, Governor Azadi."

He blinked and bowed his head in return. "Of course, Commander Wren."

She turned to go - and paused. Rubbing the back of her neck again, he saw the embarrassed look -

And it clicked. The pang of nostalgia ran through him again, and he knew why the gesture looked so familiar to him.

Ezra used to do that. Whenever the boy was feeling flustered or unsure.

His heart ached - and not just for the lost Jedi. Oh, Sabine.

"Something else, Sabine?"

"I just - I just wanted to say thank you. For letting me stay on Lothal all these years."

For a moment, Azadi saw the young girl again, still in her teens, with the weight of a galaxy on her shoulders.

"Lothal will always be a home for you, Sabine. Wherever you go," he replied, a tear running down his face.

Sabine turned to him and smiled - a true smile, not her trademark smirk or mischievous grin; something he hadn't seen her do in years.

"I'll bring him home, Ryder," she promised. And she turned, departing with a wave.

Azadi wiped the tear from his face and looked down at the request she had given him once more:

COMMANDER WREN

REQUEST TO GOVERNOR AZADI

REGARDING THE MEMORIAL FOR THOSE FALLEN AT THE BATTLE OF LOTHAL

PLEASE REMOVE ONE NAME FROM THE MEMORIAL DUE TO ERRONEOUS SUBMISSION

NAME IS: EZRA BRIDGER

Azadi looked at the closed doorway where Sabine had left.

Softly, he said to the empty room, "Make sure you come back home, too, Sabine."

Down Time

Sabine Wren x Ezra Bridger

(Takes place during Ahsoka 1x07, Dreams and Madness. An extended version of Sabine and Ezra's conversation.)

Ezra was babbling again. Something about the Noti, their culture and their language.

Normally, Sabine would be listening with feigned interest but she just laid her head back on the weird dome that served as the nomadic crab people's domiciles/vehicles.

Her boots were propped in front of her and she just let Ezra talk.

The same thoughts kept cycling in her head, unceasingly.

Ezra's here.

He's alive. He's safe.

A small, dark voice in the corner of her mind interjected: he doesn't know what you did.

She locked down that train of thought, viciously. She would deal with that later.

For now, she just wanted to hear Ezra's voice; real, warm, and alive. Not being filtered through a holo-recording.

That alone made it all worth it. Just hearing him talk, in real time.

Sabine felt a sharp poke on her cheek. "Hellooo. Is this thing on?"

She grinned and said, "Just taking in the view, Ezra."

"Ah, yes," replied Ezra, dryly. "Peridea is famous for it's barren wastelands."

Sabine waved at the caravan surrounding them. "The locals are nice, though."

"True," Ezra admitted. "The Noti are nice. Saved my life a couple times."

Sabine stared at the open, grey sky. "Does it ever lighten up around here?"

Ezra shook his head. "Not really. Not much in the way of sun, around here." He cocked his head, thinking. "The nights are beautiful, though."

He considered it for a long moment, then admitted, "More beautiful than Lothal's nights. Hard for me to say that."

Sabine's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Wow. That's saying a lot." She knew from many late nights just how beautiful the starry skies over Lothal looked.

Ezra shrugged. "At least, from what I remember. It's been a while."

Sabine winced. That last part had come out a little too casually.

"You can see a lot, at night?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah." Ezra's eyes lit up, as he said, excitedly, "You can see whole galaxies and nebulas - everything, Sabine. It's totally wizard."

She smiled at his wonder. "I'll take your word for it."

"I used to look up at the night and wonder which galaxy was home, you know," he said, his smile fading a little.

Sabine felt her own fading in response. "Did you ever figure it out?"

He shook his head. "No. I'd just choose a random one and . . . talk, I guess. Tried reaching out with the Force, to see if someone could get a message."

Ezra said, ruefully, "Didn't work, as you can see. But I still talked. Pretended it was Hera, Zeb, Kanan . . . you."

Sabine felt her heart ache. "What did you talk about?" she asked, softly.

"Just how things were going. What I experienced that day, good or bad." He paused.

"How much I missed everyone back at home," he finished. "Silly, really. But it helped."

Sabine reached over and gripped his hand. "You were missed, Ezra. You were missed so badly."

He blinked at her, tears welling up. "Really?"

"Of course," she said, firmly. Sabine could feel her own eyes begin to glaze over with unshed tears. "The whole crew split apart after you disappeared. We couldn't keep it together without you and Kanan."

His face turned sad. "I'm sorry."

"Not your fault," she replied, quickly. "Don't even think of blaming yourself, do you hear me? It was just how it happened. We didn't hate each other or anything . . . it was just the war with the Empire and all of us had separate paths to take."

She tried to blink away the tears, remembering the aftermath of Ezra's disappearance; how quietly the Ghost crew, her family, had just . . . drifted apart.

Sabine wiped her face and looked up at the bleak sky of Peridea. "We held funerals for everyone who died during the battle, you know," she said, quietly.

"Kanan?"

Her throat became thick with emotion. "Yes."

She couldn't look at him, as she added, "And you."

Ezra was quiet for a long few moments, before saying, jokingly, "Hope mine wasn't too boring."

"I wouldn't know," Sabine replied. "I didn't go."

"Oh," was all Ezra said.

"They all believed you were dead," said Sabine. "I never believed it. I didn't want to believe it . . ."

Ezra interrupted her talk with a hug. Sabine froze, in shock, and then melted into him. She felt the strength, the love, the dedication, the surety of his care and affection for her -

All real.

All for her. What she had missed, craved so much in the past decade. It flooded into her, filling a dark hole that she had been ignoring inside of her, and the pain and relief of it made her weep.

And she sobbed into his shoulder. For Ezra, for herself, for all the years they had been apart and the damage that had been done.

"Why did you leave, you stupid idiot? Why did you leave me all alone? To fight all alone? We were supposed to finish this war together! Live and see Mandalore and Lothal revive during peace, together!"

She pounded a fist into Ezra's shoulder with each question, the tears and hurt and anger just pouring out of her, uncontrolled.

Ezra didn't say anything. He just accepted her fury, her despair, and responded the only way he knew how.

He just held her tighter. Keeping her from flying apart; keeping her whole.

When she finished, Ezra just continued talking about inconsequential things, like nothing happened.

Sabine loved him so much for that. For just accepting her and letting her be what she needed to be at that moment.

She took a moment to wipe away the snot and tears.

The dreaded voice, like a gremlin, spoke from the dark corner of her mind once more: he doesn't know what you did.

Maybe so, she retorted back at the voice. But I still have him for now.

She prayed to the Force - or whatever power ruled in this unfamiliar galaxy.

Please, just let me keep him for a while longer. Just a little while longer.

(Author's Note: I cried like a bitch writing this part.)

Someone Special

Sabine Wren x Ezra Bridger

(An extended epilogue to the Ahsoka finale 1x08, The Jedi, The Witch, and The Warlord. Sabine returns to the Noti camp after the 'Shadows in the Starlight' scene to find Huyang waiting for her with a surprise.)

"Lady Wren," called Huyang as she approached. "I have something here that might interest you."

Sabine frowned at the droid. "What is it?"

He held out a metallic box, crudely put together. Sabine peered at it closely: it looked like someone had done a rush job with welded together Imperial salvage. And all of it was built to -

Sabine's eyes widened. "It's a holo-recording."

Huyang nodded. "Indeed. I believe Master Bridger left a message for you."

Another recording. Sabine's heart raced at the thought.

Ahsoka, her master, caught up to her. "A message?" asked the older Jedi.

Sabine took the recording from Huyang's outstretched hand. "From Ezra. Do you mind if I take a listen?"

Ahsoka nodded. "Go ahead. I'll take first watch."

Huyang led the way inside one of the domes, where they could be alone. "The recording is in bad shape. If you don't mind, I'll observe to make sure it doesn't explode on you."

Sabine snorted. "Thanks, Huyang. Whatever would I do without you?"

"Explode, probably," replied Huyang, dryly.

Gingerly, Sabine set the recording down on a crate and cranked the power on. The machine sputtered and sparked - and then the lenses flared to a shimmering image.

Sabine gasped.

"Oh, dear," Huyang observed, sadly.

It was Ezra, alright. His hair wasn't quite as long; the beard not as scruffy. Younger than the current Ezra now.

But he looked hurt. A bandage, hastily applied, was wrapped around his mid-section; a dark stain was staining it, visible despite the thick gauze. His left arm was in a crude sling, made from some unknown cloth.

But it was his eyes. His eyes were the worst part. Haunted, bruised with a sadness and wariness that she didn't know he was capable of.

Ezra was hurting. Someone had hurt him.

Sabine's heart cracked at the image, but she forced herself to stay still. Her hands clenched into tight fists. "Thrawn," she hissed.

Ezra was peering at something and muttering; the audio didn't catch it until he took a few steps closer: " . . . think it's finally working. Yes!"

Despite his battered appearance, Ezra smiled and waved awkwardly with his one good hand. "Hey, Sabine. I mean - I'm assuming it's you watching this."

He took a deep breath and seemed to gather his courage for a moment, before speaking again.

"If you're watching this, Sabine, I'm probably dead."

Sabine's stomach dropped out of her. She could feel Huyang watching her, waiting.

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way," Ezra continued. He gestured at his injuries. "As you can see, today was a bit rough."

"It's been . . . I think three years since I came here? Wherever here is. Thought Thrawn had given up on finding me. I got sloppy."

He chuckled. "My mistake, obviously."

"I managed to scrape together enough salvage from the Chimaera; the purrgils took big chomps out of it when we came out of hyperspace. Took a while to get this holo-recorder built without the proper tools but I managed it. And today got me thinking that I should probably prepare a farewell."

"I don't know how it will happen. Most likely Thrawn. Or it could be something else. But I think it's coming. Don't know when or where. And I don't want you to come all this way without . . . without knowing."

Ezra reached up and rubbed the back of his head. She had to remind herself that Ezra was safe, he was heading back home.

He wasn't dead. He wasn't dead.

"In my last message, I told you I was counting on you. I don't know when you'll find this; I've given the Noti instructions to give this recording to anyone with the starbird symbol. They know what it looks like since I've been painting on all of them since I got here. I hope you like it. Not as good as yours, but I had to make do."

"If you're here now, then that means my faith in you wasn't misplaced. I hope the Empire was beaten and that Lothal was saved. You're probably home with your family in Mandalore now."

Sabine's stomach twisted; her parents, her brother. Her home. Ezra never knew.

Ezra's faced turned sad. "Please don't beat yourself up for getting here late. I don't regret a single thing - a single moment of my life. Any of it. I would do it all over again, given the chance."

With uncanny accuracy, the holographic Ezra seemed to look directly at Sabine.

"I'm doing this message now to say that I want you to lay down your burdens, Sabine. Live your life now. Be happy. Maybe . . . maybe find someone special to have in your life. You deserve it."

He paused and then said, emphatically, "Someone special like you were to me."

Her heart skipped several beats, a blush threatening to come.

Ezra turned away for a second, composing himself - and then laughed. "I think I said last time that you were like a sister to me."

Sabine snorted. As did Huyang, surprisingly.

Sheepishly, Ezra said, "You probably figured out that was a lie." Taking a deep breath he continued, "It wasn't the right word - but none of them seem to be right, when it comes to you. I just didn't want to burden you with . . . with how I felt before leaving."

He gestured in a frustrated manner. "And now I'm leaving again. But this time I don't want to leave with regrets."

Turning to look at her again, Ezra Bridger said, softly, "I love you, Sabine Wren. Always have. Always will."

"While we were on Mandalore a while back, I asked your brother for some Mandalorian phrases - and, well, here we go."

He raised his one good arm and pounded it to his chest in a formal Mandalore salute. Sabine choked back a laugh at the sight.

"My Lady Wren. It pains me that I cannot continue to stay by your side and see your song be sung. I hope that whoever you choose as your partner will do so, in my stead, and see that day when all of Mandalore acknowledge your courage, your passion, your honor, and your prowess as a true Mandalorian warrior."

Ezra's eyes were shining with tears.

"I hope, my Lady Wren, that you know that I will always cherish the time we had together, fighting side by side. That there was no other person who was your equal. And - " He stopped short, fully crying now.

Sabine was crying, too.

" - And I hope you know that I will always be grateful for the verses in your song that I could share. And that, one day, if you are ever on Lothal and the sun is shining and you feel a breeze and hear the tall fields of grass rustle, you will think of that as my song, to compliment yours."

Ezra was absolutely butchering the Mandalorian phrases, but it mattered little to Sabine. She cried at the sincerity, the love he was giving her; a final, parting gift.

He smiled, lop-sidedly, as he finally finished. Sabine felt a smile tug at her cheeks, too, despite the message's tone.

"Wow, that was easier than I thought," mused Ezra. "Should have done that much sooner."

He peered at the something - the holo-recorder, in his point of view. A beeping noise could be heard. "Ah, karrabast. I think the power's draining. Need to make this quick."

Huyang tsked. "Goodness, the language. Where did he learn that word from?"

Sabine chuckled weakly at the thought of Huyang meeting Zeb one day. His circuits would explode.

Ezra smiled and said, quietly, "Live and be happy, Sabine. I'll always be with you. I really do hope you find someone special in your life to share in all the laughter and joys and sorrows."

"I hope they know how lucky they are." He grinned and added, "I'm sure you'll be reminding them plenty."

The hologram began to fizzle. Quietly, Huyang said, "The power reserves are almost out."

Ezra raised a hand in good-bye, a sad, but loving smile playing on his face. "Good-bye, Specter-5. This is Specter-6, signing off."

The recording sputtered and died, leaving Sabine and Huyang in the dark.

After a moment, Huyang said, "I'll leave you be for the night, Lady Wren."

The droid walked out.

Sabine picked up the holo-recording gently and cradled it to her chest, feeling the tears track silently, warmly down her cheeks.

Someone special in your life.

"Yeah, I did find someone special," she choked out through the sobs. "And I'll be reminding him plenty when I get back.”

[valkeakuulas]

❤ Fives/Rex

To the people who see the black heart, I was informed other ways that the heart is NOT meant to be black but red, so there'll be no angst when it comes to these two. Not on my watch!

I've also tried something a little different with this. ... This also came out a bit of crack-y.

** ** ** ** ❤️ first kiss / realization

It had been an accident.

("It really was, stop rolling your eyes, Echo!")

They had been called back to the orbit half a cycle ago, meaning Fives was still more sleepwalking than actually awake when he made his way to the commissary. The path had been beaten so deep into his hind-brain that he managed to get himself a tray of food, find an empty seat, and actually sit down...

... right next to a droopy Rex.

"Fives," he greeted, tired, and it was his voice that startled Fives back to the awake world.

"S-sir," Fives stuttered, flushing a little, but Rex waved him off.

"It's alright, I'm too tired to care about decorum right now. Have you and Echo been at the medbay already?" Rex asked instead, picking listlessly at his food, a lovely brown-grey mush with a healthy dollop of something... yellow?

"Echo's still stuck there, they found some weird rash on his lower back they wanted to inspect a bit more," Fives explained, picking his spoon and bravely taking a bit of his mush.

Next to him, Rex grimaced a little. "Sounds bad."

"Nah, First Aid was on duty. Echo's just pleased that he can be topless around him," Fives replied, forgetting that perhaps Echo didn't want their Captain to hear about him preening at a cute medic.

("You told him that?")

("Yeah, what about it?")

("Fives!")

Rex actually snorted at that, a little grin tilting a corner of his mouth, and Fives felt his heart skip a beat. Seeing the Captain smile despite the dark bruises beneath his eyes and the paleness of his skin really warmed Fives from head to toe. Even the brown-grey mush tasted a lot better than it had just a second ago.

Looking at Rex's tray, he realised that the other man had no drink with him.

"You need some water?" Fives asked, pointing at the empty spot on the tray.

Blinking, Rex looked down. "Huh. I swore I had some with me..." he muttered, the grin turning into a frown.

No, noo frowns, Fives cried mentally and quickly got up to his feet. "I'll get you water," he informed and before Rex could resist, Fives was marching towards the drink station.

His tired brain felt mighty pleased when he returned to Rex two minutes later, carefully holding a cup full of water.

"There you go, some nice cool water to quench your thirst," Fives declared with a grin as he placed his bounty on Rex's tray, and Rex was shaking his head but with a fond smile.

"Thank you, Fives," he said, picking up the cup and taking a sip.

"Anytime, Captain," Fives replied, feeling giddy as he got a second smile.

It was then that his sleepy but now happy-sleepy brain decided to screw Fives over because the next thing he knew, Fives was pressing a kiss on Rex's cheek, feeling the stubble covering it brushing against his lips.

Everything that happened after that took five seconds, max:

Someone choked in on their mush, hacking loudly.

Rex froze, water dripping on him when he forgot to swallow.

And Fives? Fives straightened himself like he'd been electrocuted.

"Uh..."

Slowly, Rex turned towards Fives, his eyes wide in shock but had Fives not been 0.2 seconds away from freaking out, he might've noticed a shimmer of hopefulness in them.

But the moment the five seconds hit its mark, Fives spun around and all but fled from the commissary, boots thudding against the metallic floors.

A second later, another set of boots hit the floor, pounding after the fleeing ARC trooper.

The two plates of brown-grey mush were left cooling down on their plates.

("Oh, so it's okay for you to laugh at me? Not cool, vod, so not cool.")

("You kind of deserve it, Fives. Escaping like that before a man can even say anything.")

("You're my boyfriend, shouldn't you be on my side?")

("I'm always on your side. Even when your sleepy brain decides it's OK to plant a kiss on the cheek of the man who's been crushing at you for months now.")

("Eww, you two knock that out, I don't want to see my vod and Captain necking like a pair of rathars in love.")

[justafriend-ql]

times never let me go said: happy pride! 🏳️‍🌈 (part 3)

final installment by popular request 3 people and my will to procrastinate (see part 1 and part 2)

narrow hallways - our community's biggest and most underappreciated ally

2. nuengdiao ordering palm to be his friend right after insulting him this is the bitchy emo twink representation we deserve

3. palm's brain fully shutting down when nueng brings his fingers to his neck

4. (watching your father cut a man's finger off in your living room) yes, the horrors are indescribable, but you've got to serve

5. have you ever been cockblocked by a roti sai mai seller

6. the scene going a full 10 shades darker when nueng agrees to dance with ben we have entered the twilight zone

7. nueng looking palm up and down not once, not twice, but three times

8. photos taken seconds before disaster

9. nueng vowing to strike fear into the hearts of homophobes everywhere

10. mam's gaydar going off like crazy

11. alexa play 'you're sexy, i'm sexy' by eric nam

12. friendly reminder that at this point palm has seen nueng have several emotional breakdowns, willingly poison himself with alcohol, throw up off the side of a boat, and call palm his running dog like palm get upppp

13. you heard it here first folks #bebravebeyou

14. mam asking about how palm feels and him admitting that it felt good to kiss nueng I LOVE THIS SONG

15. thank you for your service pond

16. the face ben pulls when chopper says he's never been ben's type (he will ask chopper out in approx. 2 minutes)

17. mam accepting nueng as her son-in-law 🥺

18. "you can do it as much as you want" sir this is a public retail store have some decorum

19. palm's face when nueng takes off his shirt so he can join him in the tub LMAO in the midst of his grief there was suddenly powerful lust

20. spiderman pointing meme (gay cousin edition)

21. stream 'smile please' by the cast of my school president for clear skin

22. get fucking wrecked ben men aren't shit

23. kiss. his. little. cheekie!!

24. you are so stupid we are about to fuck in my office

25. who's going to tell him

26. chopper: "i think nueng will need a lot of energy for palm" ben's reaction to that information:

27. people died

28. historians will say they were very good friends

29. established gays coaching the baby gay <3

30. "you are two men dating each other. that's already hard enough. your love is impossible in this lifetime. you always have to hide your relationship. it's impossible for you to get married and start a family. you need to be reborn. things may be better at that time." and in palm and nueng's present lifetime it's the same DO YOU HEAR WHAT JOJO IS SAYING

🇹🇭 MARRIAGE EQUALITY NOW 🇹🇭

[nadas-dirthalen]

fitted claws.

dark urge/gortash, rated M

Welcome to another Velkynverse™ fic! Where I write my Dark Urge in first-person and write Gortash as "you" throughout, for the soulmate energy of it all.

synopsis: The Tadfools enter the Szarr Palace — but after skulking at Astarion's insistence, they are oh-so-politely directed to the main attraction: a masquerade ball hosted by the vampire himself. To their collective dismay, Szarr is not the only viper in this den, and Enver Gortash is still keen to provide answers to every one of his Bhaalist's questions.

But that's not all he offers.

The Banite can't be the only one with claws in their "collegial business partnership and definitely nothing more," after all.

Oh, and why is Velkyn's name mentioned as 'A'ryin Syv'? wouldn't you like to know!

content warnings: depictions of light violence, mentions of heavier violence, canon-typical violence, implied/referenced canon abuse, manipulation i guess??? but it's gortash. what did we expect?

read on ao3!

The Szarr Palace twists writhing knots in my core long before an attendant takes Astarion by the elbow and guides us merrily to its main event. At his request, we sidestep the splendor at first, dodging the wary glances of the staff to pore over his old dormitory. The worst and most bloodied chambers. His home. His shame.

It’s impossible not to hear the buzz of the grand hall from all corners of the palace — but I watch the hope leave his eyes, hope he’d just kindled by wrenching Godey’s bones apart, the moment mention of it leaves the servant’s lips.

That we’re all in delicate finery worsens the feeling.

I know how suppressed terror looks on Astarion’s face: I’ve seen him roused from the nightmares he won’t mention, injured enough that tortuous sleep is what he needs to mend. I see it through the holes of this damnable mask: a slip of black fabric adorned with silver filigrees, a high arc of lace to disguise the scars on my brow. Cumbersome at best, it scratches enough that the Urge prickles under my skin, clawing for release the same way as words stuck in the throat.

The others are more at home than I. Gale and Shadowheart follow just behind Astarion, unabashedly arm-in-arm, visions of swirling Weave and silver moonlight. Wyll and Karlach walk with their knuckles brushing, though they do make an attempt to play the part of patriar and faithful guard, clad in the same stunning abyssal black. Lae’zel is the only one at the rear of the group with me, her lips pressed thin, itching at her indigo suit jacket.

She doesn’t speak to me, nor I to her. Instead, I watch the halls we pass in reverse, letting my mind wander in ways it did not on our way in.

Instead of Astarion’s lodgings, his prolonged torment, I wonder if I ever bore witness to some part of it. If I ever walked these halls, and if I wore some shape he wouldn’t have known. If a mask was on my face, or if I cavorted here without pretense. If I knew what was happening — as I seemed to know every dismal churn of these streets — and reveled in it.

Every shadowed corner I find in this city, a pair of eyes light in recognition that I don’t share. How many here will set their eyes upon me tonight like hunters on prey?

The attendant leads us to towering doors, surprising no one, and takes Astarion’s hand in theirs. He wrenches away, but they tighten their hold.

“Your ring, sir.”

“I don’t have a —“

“Please, sir. You were seen pilfering the chests. Allow me to place it on your finger, per the Master’s request.”

The Master. I watch from a distance as the title curls Astarion’s lip, baring fangs. The rest of him is unnaturally still, without the need for breath.

“Fine.”

With unnecessary decorum, the attendant makes a show of bowing while he slips the ring on Astarion’s left little finger. Astarion snatches his hand away — successfully this time — and lays it against the seal.

Then the attendant speaks in words I cannot fathom, reading from Astarion’s invitation. Crimson blazes to life in runes around the seal, and another ring around that, until spirals of red arc up the towering doors’ entirety. They unlatch of their own accord, a deep groaning mechanism inside the wood, and swing open with somehow grandiose slowness.

A sea of black awaits inside. The theme of the evening is Nightfall. Aside from Gale and Shadowheart, who took liberties with what colors exist in the night sky, the crowds are a tide of shimmering void and rich violet, splashes of silver and gold punctuating the dark. The surrounding architecture matches them: dark stone pillars veined with putrid green and dull gold; ornate designs etched in the floor, difficult to make out under quick-moving feet

One figure stands in striking red embroidery, a bloodbath of rubies stitched into the lapels of his long coat. His mask, a simple piece of black cloth, is sewn so its underside resembles a row of fanged teeth. Astarion freezes, but Cazador Szarr does not catch sight of him from his place on a dark dais at the rear of the room, his attentions occupied. Whatever he says, smirking, is swallowed by the nearby musicians. One other stands next to him and listens, flanked by guards several steps to each side, fine wires elaborately woven into midnight blue fabric to resemble a network of sparkling electric constellations set over pale skin and slicked black hair.

Karlach is next to freeze, shoulders tensed. Wyll lays a hand on her arm, shattering the illusion of patriar and guard.

“Motherfucker,” she snarls. “Tell me that isn’t —“

But it is.

It’s you.

And you’ve spotted us entering.

“Karlach, darling, breathe — with me, all right?” Wyll strafes in front of her, the gold breadth of his mask glinting from the arcane lights strewn around the room. He lays hands on her shoulders because it is safe, because he can, because it is one of the only things to keep her heat at bay. “He won’t come to us, and we won’t go to him. Not tonight.”

“I need him to know. That I’m —” Her voice chokes out before the word comes. Dying.

And I knew that you bargained her away. Of course I knew. I had to have done.

Shadowheart turns in front of me, a dazzle of silver. She moves past Wyll and Karlach, a vision of serenity, lifting a hand to hover near Astarion’s cheek. It should be me, I should have his hand in mine as he’s taken the Urge’s hand in his — I should tether him to something in this tempest.

But I stop looking at him, because you are looking at me.

I can’t breathe, pinned under the weight of your stare. I wonder if I ever could.

It doesn’t matter, because I push into motion before I can dwell any longer. Better to collect my thoughts, bury the Urge deeper in my chest, before daring to open my mouth. Astarion is in capable hands — ones sounder than mine, less liable to slice.

And I will return. That, we promised: that the dawn would always come after the night’s worst cruelty, and we seven would survive ‘til the next night and the next. That we would always make our ways back to each other.

The dance’s tempo changes, and the tide of dancers twirl and shift direction. I gulp in a breath and duck into their foray, half a plan alight in my racing mind.

It’s a skill I found — relearned — not a tenday ago. But when I touched upon it again, it was as natural as breath: a pull in, a gathering of Weave, and an exhale moving through me. Not just from full lungs to heady air, but a shiver down every nerve.

A shudder, and I can shed my skin. There is a comfort in it, an embrace in reverse — from the confines of one cage to brief and electric freedom before the next shape takes hold.

I do not move along with the partnered pairs. I weave through their sea, avoiding the crush of bodies, putting the tide of twirling dancers between myself and the others. On its other side, I am human: the best I could muster while still fitting into the garment I’m stuck in, a small chest and subtle hips. It’s my face that’s different behind the mask: I have to keep the same angle to my nose and cheeks to hold the mask aloft, but my skin is peach-pale, not ashen-violet. I tug the band out of my hair and let new strands, blue-black, fall in a wave down these new shoulders.

With luck, that’ll create enough of a new silhouette to buy myself time. Time to find my breath. To gain some ground between myself and —

You. The sharp scents of your cologne and spilled ink flood my nostrils the instant before your hand closes around my wrist.

The Urge reviles your touch. It bares my teeth. I tug back, but your thumb arcs hard over the base of my palm, confounding the instinct to rid you of your hand.

I can’t spill your blood. Not here, in this den of vipers, when just one of them must die. When we won’t have the chance if I strike first.

“Don’t touch me,” I force out. Meek.

With a single backward glance, you shine a cutting smile down at this human shape. You angle us seamlessly toward the dancers in the same motion, and their current pulls us in.

I would pull a different current from my core and push it into yours. I would char the meat still on your bones, sear your heart in its last beats —

Your hand lands on my hip, the sharp points of your gauntlet needling the unarmored flesh there. The other snares my fingers in your palm.

“This is no place for your urges, assassin,” you mutter, insistent strides setting our pace.

My crimson-clotted vision centers on our feet. My legs move back when yours drive forward, hardly a second out of place — until I blink, and your toe knocks mine.

“Focus.” Rougher, now.

My eyes snap up, and yours smolder like stoked coals. There is a knowing glint to your stare, behind the mask.

“You couldn’t possibly have seen,” I argue. “I was quick. Silent.”

“You were.” This only quirks your lips up, shifting the scar on your chin. “Just as you used to be.”

“You —” A turn, and suddenly we are sidestepping together, the needle-points of your gauntlets dragging an inch. My hand claws your shoulder, half for balance and half to leave a bruise. “You followed me. Like prey.”

“Please. Who do you think taught you this dance?” Another turn; we’re rounding the circular dance floor, one pair in a ring of many. The gold ornamenting your arms, embroidered in your lapels, catches the light of every ornate chandelier. “It wasn’t Ravengard’s boy, surely.”

Your coat — this is the first time I’ve caught you without that coat. Your metal armguards are under a finely-made jacket to match Nightfall. Its gold stitching is laid over midnight fabric that is not perfectly black — this close, its faint traces of blue are just barely softer. Just barely warmer.

I jolt when your callused fingers move over my hand, breaking your firm grasp to twine with mine. When I look back, your burgeoning smile curves to a wicked grin.

“Tell me, dear Bhaalist,” you bend to purr near my ear, “Did you ever let the devil close enough to touch you?”

Your breath rolls down my neck and I keep my spine stiff, only to shudder elsewhere. The gossamer-thin fabric of this garment does nothing to protect from your firmer clutch into my hip. I tilt under your guidance, bending into you, despising your heat. I revile you, I will sew regret into your bones — until you use your grip to turn us, then relent.

“I am no Bhaalist.” I press my lips thin, waiting for you to flinch, but you don’t. You haven’t yet. “I did not choose this.”

You should sneer. You don’t.

“I never could pin you as just one thing, no matter my efforts,” you admit, like it’s no secret. As if reading the thought, you turn your eyes up to scan the room before returning them to mine. “But until you show your sister as much, it is what they will call you in places like these.”

The tempo increases. You twist us around so I am on the backstep. My legs threaten to falter. These boots — they are not mine. These tights do not move the way I wish. And if I fall, capturing the whole room’s attention?

“This is ludicrous,” I spit. “End this charade.”

Your hold tightens, raking heat down my core. “No.”

“There is no reason for it. If you want to talk, then —”

“And have your allies take note?” Your fingertips graze up to the small of my back. “You know how to do this. Breathe, and let go of your own weight.”

“You think I’ve forgotten my own breath, Banite?”  I didn't expect to end on the last word, and the feel of it on my tongue throws my focus. The Urge claws for my speaking-chords, threatening a growl until your subdued laugh eclipses the sound. Barely a whisper, like you clamp down the noise.

Then, you lift — just enough that your gauntlet indents my hip, stinging up my side, and just enough that my feet lift, too. Lightning crackles in my veins, and the air of the storm within me keeps me aloft. Your movements turn conniving: you take our twined hands and parade me around you in what almost resembles an elaborate spin.

My feet find stone for a second, and then they lose it, never more than a few inches away. Around me, you move faster, a technically flawless endeavor.

The coals of your eyes never leave mine. You are waging war, you are challenging me in every second your stare holds, you are begging to be torn apart.

And not once do you cower. Did I ever make you cower?

Did I ever want to?

The song peaks, and then silence falls after its last striking chord. My feet touch the ground, and your gauntlet leaves my hip to hook under my elbow. We share a wordless debate: I tug and you groan, you slice another look down and pull me away from a passerby’s hips that would have knocked bruisingly against mine. You take us further away from where I entered, using the shift of the parting crowds as cover.

I don’t know when it is I that takes the lead as we find the far edge of the crowd, hidden from the entry and the dais. I don’t know when you become content to follow. Only that you resume your stance, angling so it is your back to the crowd when we slow.

You part from me, delving into a pocket of your jacket. My pulse ratchets faster — something in me begs, begs, to run.

The Urge takes that part, snaps it in twain, and hones in on you. My muscles prime themselves to lunge, not flee. Never flee. Not until you are burnt worse than the figment from my dreams. Not until you cannot move at all.

My jaw spasms when you look back up. For a second, your facade falls away, and you watch me in earnest: lips parted, openly wary.

“This doesn’t have to be you.”

I know, stays stuck in my throat, trapped on my unwilling tongue. And yet I am made of nothing else.

I clench my fists and grit my teeth, warring to banish what cannot ever be held at bay for long.

Something glints in your hand. It’s easier to turn my focus down.

Ten little baubles rest in it, all metal-worked silver. Ten rings, ten sets of chains, ten intricately adorned claws, shining in the dazzling light. All freshly polished. All perfectly intact.

You clear your throat, and your hand flexes almost imperceptibly, the barest close of your fingers. I’d have missed it in a blink.

“These were yours.”

Mine. The word should mean something. Like every other play you’ve arranged, some answer should stir in me. You watch me expectantly through your glimmering mask, waiting for something I cannot give you. Something more specific than the heat blooming across my collar, the twisting of my viscera, or the looming dread snagging in my chest.

Anything — anything — we once shared. But only darkness remains, chasms where my life should be.

And you could fill them with honeyed words.

“You know I can’t…” My lips press thin. You start forward — and even when I jerk back, you grasp my hand, firm only for a split second. Then, the warmth of your palm cups underneath: my knuckles the prize in one of your hands, and the baubles the prize in the other. I swallow, lifting my eyes to stomach your gaze again. “This could be a lie.”

Your answer comes too easily, a question unto itself. “Then why don’t we try them on for size?”

“No.”

“Why?” Your thumb closes over the meat of my palm when I try to retract. Your grin might as well be fanged. “Careful, Bhaalist: presentation is everything in dens like this one.”

I take the inside of my lip between my teeth until blood’s saccharine taste coats my tongue. “This is not my normal shape,” I manage tightly. “You don’t know they’ll fit these hands.”

This time, your eyes fall, and the press of your thumb bends along the scarred breadth of my palm. “You never changed your hands,” you counter, stabbing-soft. “Not enough to alter your grip. Not enough to unbalance your blades.”

“And what will your den of vipers think if you adorn them?” I swallow the rest — what will the others think, if I am found caught in this viper’s coil — and you smile in my silence.

“I’d raise more brows if I weren’t doing something like this.”

“Just how many did you court?”

“Court? No.” You wait for my face to change, and it doesn’t. Eventually, you relent. “In time, most people on my arm were you behind the veil. This shape, however. This is new.”

You pick one of the widest claw-and-ring sets from your hand, minding my eyes while you slip it on. You watch me like a tamer studies their beast, equal parts proud and prey. You suffer the twitch in my hand and pretend it isn’t there.

“Why are you doing this?” There is too much grating in my voice. I want not to hinge on the answer. “Why an offering? Why now?”

I want to turn and run from whatever is about to fall from your lips as much as I want to find refuge in the known. I want to leave you and never look back. I want to stay until a whole lifetime pours from your mouth.

You fix your attention on fitting the next claw to the opposite middle finger, and something solemn crosses you. Something that makes me stamp down the itch to hook these claws in your tendons, one by one.

“They’ll give you an edge.”

The world tilts on its axis. An edge.

“You know why we came.”

“Of course I know.”

“Then you — you meant to pluck me from the others. You are here because I am their edge. And if I do not turn back — gods, I will take this knife you hold to my neck, this invisible and wretched thing, and I will —”

“If I wanted you dead,” you say, slow and deliberate, “You would be dead.”

I want to wrench my hand from you. I want to lash these claws — four now — through your throat. I want never to see you again, to turn and run until the world is painted red with all blood but yours. Because I don’t know what to do with yours.

You don’t snare me. No fight comes. The red fades from my periphery.

“He is your ally.”

“He is.”

“Then why…” I trail off, watching you fasten the eighth claw. I am dexterous enough to fasten them alone. There was never a doubt, but you infringe on the act with your persistent touch. I scan for prying eyes to distract from this revulsion, praying not to find any I recognize.

“I’ve made arrangements.”

My attention snaps back. “What arrangements?”

Ten claws fastened, and you offer me your arm in earnest. “I’ve worked around these things before, Bhaalist.”

“Explain yourself.”

“Always the demands, with you and your ilk. Come: they’re picking up for another song.”

You’re right: on the rear of the dais, stringed instruments are raised to the ready. Dancing partners look between each other, smiles and questions on their lips. Your invitation, I notice, possessed neither. It is a given that I am here, just like it was a given that all ten of these claws would fit my form exactly.

And they do, like extensions of my cutting-sharp self.

I hook my arm in yours, testing the curl of my new blades. They rake over the fabric of your jacket, eager to split threads. You watch yourself fray, then dip your chin in a peculiar nod.

And then we take to the floor, striding in tandem.

This movement is slower, its notes dragging darkly through an alluring first few measures. The pairs that gather bring their hips almost flush, groping hands wandering down past narrow waists, clenched around more than crumpling fabric.

Don’t, I want to warn, but your claws settle gingerly on the curve of my hip, just as before. Your smile is a constant by now, as though you think it harmless — as though you think it will placate me, when it only raises the hairs on the nape of my neck.

“Why?” I ask as we move again: fingers twined without claws lashing, my other hand splayed over your lapel.

“Why what?”

“Don’t toy with me,” I bite out. “Why arm me tonight? Now? I’m not —”

Your breath hitches under my palm. I stop short of your Bhaalist. Short of I’m not who you remember.

Now, your claws rake to the small of my back. Flinching away means arcing forward, into your tighter clutch around my waist. Close enough that I look higher up at you, and the voids of your irises are shadowed under your brow.

Close enough that you are all I smell, that your heat seeps through this damnably fragile fabric.

“Because I am still upholding my end of our oath,” you murmur, your features impossible to read. “I won’t meddle in your affairs.”

Nor you in mine is how the rest of the oath should go. You told me that. I spent hours searching for the sliver of magic that should stop my thoughts of enacting your ruin.

“You know it is already broken.” I swallow, a lingering hint of blood down my throat. I want you to act, to say something, to move or breathe or stop, but you only take us further. We continue to move, entirely as one.

“This ends,” I press, and it sounds false from my wretched, treacherous mouth.

A turn; you bring me closer, your front flush with mine. “I know.”

“Ravengard will go free,” I needle. “You know we won’t stop until he does.”

“They won’t stop until he does,” you correct. “I know.”

“And you’re going to let us —”

“— them —”

“—no doubt with some sadistic bent!” I bark back, too loud. I grit my teeth, steady my breathing.

“I am,” you relent, too easy. Too fucking easy.

“Then this topples down around you.” I school my voice into something quiet, but razor-sharp. I let my gaze burn into yours, and watch your reaction when I let my irises slip back to white-blue. My core burns hotter when your look widens, unguarded.

“Or the wreckage of it crushes you.”

“Or you lose, Enver.” The name hits you where I want it to, cutting off your voice. “You are lying down when you should be drawing arms. If you let yourself fall into death’s waiting maw, after this?” I shake my head, revolting against my twitching, clamping jaw. “Fight. Fight it. Or —”

My teeth grind. Or I’ll never know —

My heart thunders in my ears.

— what it was —

My spine stiffens, the Urge rattling my ribcage.

— that made me die for you.

Your gauntlet leaves my hip, but our bodies keep time without it. The claw of your index finger skims my jaw, never hard enough for blood to bead over the skin. Only enough that my twitching muscles stiffen, primed for battle.

That poised veneer of yours peels away for something softer.

“Not yet.”

It is a feint. It must be. You are betraying a weakness you do not have. The words are too smooth. They sound like a plea. You do not plead. I would know. I would know —

“Why?” A growl, through the clench of my teeth. I want to move away. I want to breathe. I can’t, I can’t I can’t I —

The last thing I feel is your hand tugging mine, twisting, arcing; my body pivots and spins.

I twirl, and my vision clots red red red.

Inside the wash of crimson, I am a tempest. As though caught on the edge of a dream, I am half-aware, straddling the line of consciousness.

I will kill you —

Finding myself through the haze means winning a war that my every fiber craves to lose. I push, focusing until I narrow the ache searing through me to just my skull. I find my lips and I bite them without restraint.

— I will make a ruin of you, ruin ruin ruin —

I find the press of your fingers in what I imagine is my palm, and I wrench it from your grasp. My shoulder arcs down, but the muscle is too far from me to heed my call.

Something else catches me.

— like you made a ruin of me.

I fight my bonds. The Urge will suffer no chains. My hands clench, claws digging deep.

Your blood hits my nostrils, and the blood-hue unclouds from my sight. With a bleary blink, I find your arms belted around my waist, my back to your front, my form wreathed in your heat. My own grasp at them, violent and cruel, veins prickling with lightning.

The silver you gave me has pierced through your sleeves, embedded in your skin.

“There you are,” you rasp against me, stubble raking down my earlobe, over my neck. Held this tight to you, the hard press of your want is impossible to miss. “A’ryin Syv. Just as I remember. My equal — and mine.”

From your lips, my name sounds like a prayer already answered, salvation in two meager words. Your grin widens against my skin, but when I turn to wipe it from your smug mouth, you catch my chin and turn my attention forward.

Forward, where the sea of dancers parts, for the song ends.

Forward, where a gap in the thinning crowd makes way for a lone, shaking figure to stare at me, confusion ablaze on his alabaster features.

Two red eyes watch me in some potent amalgam of fear and disdain, and I let them. I do not move.

It isn’t Astarion I loathe, as he loathes me in this moment.

It is you. And more than that, it is me.

“This was your aim.” My voice wavers, muscles shuddering as they release the Urge.

“It is the truth, dear Bhaalist,” you whisper, sickly sweet. “They will never know you as I do, and you know it down to your marrow. You will come to me, again and again, because it is all we ever did before. One cannot break habits ground that deep.”

You release my jaw. I do not plunge my claws into your chest, and it is a mercy — but only because I cannot stomach looking at you.

“Go on,” you tell me, every word melting-soft, utterly poisonous. All of them, ice in my veins, fire in my viscera. “Return to them. But do remember to shed your false skin before you do. It seems they’re not fond of pretenders.”

Damn you and don't turn from me now war for purchase on my tongue, but I grant neither the victory.

I leave you alone without so much as a word, because I cannot afford to do anything else.

I wonder if I ever could.

[theradicalscrivener]

The Bay of Scherzo

Gosh. It's been a while sinze I've touched base with the Claves boys. After the events of Yuletide Balls, Scherzo has been more or less confined to the castle. His life a boring drudge of politics and social posturing. but the matters of court aren't neerly as exhausting as maintaining the spell that hides the Prince's "Big" secret.

(P.S. Ya boi's got Linktree and Bluesky now)

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                Prince Scherzo let out a long sigh as the last of his appointments left the grand hall. His father had insisted that Scherzo take a larger role in governing the country. As far as the rest of the nobility knew, Scher was being groomed to take over the role of king soon, but the truth was that Scher’s father was trying to keep him out of trouble. Between overseeing petty squabbles in the grand hall and studying magic with Maester Timpani, Scher very rarely had time to escape the confines of the castle. Not that he minded the magic lessons. Time with Tim was some of Scher’s favorite part of the week. Even the castle wasn’t so bad. Scher rarely saw his parents and other than making public appearances for the court, Scher was free to do whatever he pleased.

                “Is he gone yet…” Scher muttered to his new attendant.

                “Yes, sir. He should be safely out of range,” The red-haired enchanter replied. Rudd, the figure that stood at Scher’s side, was clad in nothing except for a small cloak that barely covered his shoulders and a pair of sandals. The enchanter’s body was inscribed from head to toe with glowing runes. Even the enchanter’s cock and balls were aglow with magic sigils, and thanks to Rudd’s experience with the notorious thief, there was Plenty of real estate to inscribe. As the enchanter stood stoically at the prince’s side, the enchanter’s massive nuts rested solidly on the floor in front of him. Either enormous nuts the size of a yard bag filled to the brim with clippings. His cock was similarly massive. The enormous shaft was almost as thick as his toned midriff and stretched several feet in front of him. The mage’s shaft was almost as long as he was tall! His constant training and practice had paid dividends since the events of the Yuletide ball. It had gotten so huge that it impeded his ability to walk. Fortunately, there were plenty of spells to aid with that. The runes on his body flashed, and his cock and balls began to hover inches above the stone floor of the great hall.

                Once the cat was out of the bag about Tim’s new apprentice “Al”, it didn’t take long for people to piece together that Al was actually Prince Scherzo. On one hand, the prince pretending to be a common mage was a bit of a scandal, but Scher being named the sole apprentice to the eccentric young High Enchanter was something that could make a great story to tell the general populace. The prince secretly attending college was a much better cover story to explain the prince’s clandestine outings than the truth. If the people knew that the prince had been having a fling with one of the country’s most notorious criminals, there was no telling what the other nobles would say!

               The king was quick to step in and make some arrangements with the Arcanum so that Scher could continue his studies from the safety of the palace. This unfortunately meant that Scher’s visits to the campus were far rarer than they had been, but the plus side was that Scher was able to name his own assistant. It didn’t hurt that Scher’s friend from school was also top of his class. Rudd’s top marks made it easier for them to smooth things over with the King.

               Truth be told, the king hated Rudd’s lack of social graces, decorum, and most of all his lack of clothes, but the benefits of having him around outweighed the negatives. Not to mention that after the stunt Claves had pulled at the Arcanum, massive cocks became a sign of station for the casters in enrollment at the academy. Rudd’s colossal package was intimidating to those who came before the prince not just for the sheer size but for the magic power that it signified.

               Scher hopped up unceremoniously from his throne and stretched. He was similarly attired to his classmate and friend. Scher had a similar small cloak and sandals but was also clad in a small pair of briefs which protected his “modesty”. Truth be told, the briefs he wore were the key to a powerful magic that he had to maintain at all times while appearing in public. As much as huge hogs had become a mark of power among the Arcanum, they were less welcome among the aristocracy. Scherzo had to keep his true size (and his dealings with certain criminal elements) a secret from society at large.

               “I already put in a request to have all the guests and staff leave the gardens. We should have the place to ourselves by now,” Rudd said.

“I can’t wait to get out of this thing. It’s not only embarrassing but it’s exhausting as well!” Scher whined and gestured down towards his briefs. His briefs were little more than a thong which gripped the outline of his impressive looking cock. The briefs were enchanted with a powerful magic that the High Enchanter had developed to help the prince with his mobility issues, but it served double duty by hiding the prince’s true size from the king and other members of court. Truth be told, not even Scher knew how big he really was nowadays. It was so rare that he had time to really let loose. Even when asleep, he had attendants who worked tirelessly to maintain the spacetime compression magics that coursed through his skivvies.

               It had been days since he had last been able to peel them off. He needed to air out his junk and give it a good scrubbing. He had showered and used basic cleaning spells to wash as best he could through the fabric, but the nature of the compression magic made it incredibly difficult to do a solid scrubbing.

               Having to constantly maintain the magic meant that Scher was constantly in a state of exhaustion which didn’t help his mood nor his attention span, and today had been the worst it had been in ages. As noble and noble came before him to air their petty grievances it was all Scher could do to avoid throwing them out of the castle. Part of him was even tempted to drop all pretense and remove the spell holding his junk in just so he could get some relief.

                The difficulty Scher had been having weighed heavily on his mind. There was something gnawing at the back of his consciousness, and he wasn’t sure if it was fear or excitement. This spell required all his strength to maintain which wouldn’t be a big deal except that he could tell that he had gotten stronger over time. Maintaining powerful enchantments like this was a great way for someone to increase their magical power. It was like doing weight training for muscles. The problem was Scherzo was already the most powerful mage in the kingdom by a huge margin as was evidenced by the sheer size of his cock and balls. The nature of the curse that had gripped him and much of the kingdom was that his cock and balls grew in proportion to his magical power. As his power grew, so too did his package which meant that it took MORE power to maintain the enchantment to hide it, which meant that he was getting even more powerful! It was a perpetual feedback loop! It was ironic in a way that the king’s efforts to hide that Scher had such a massive cock was making it bigger and bigger and bigger with each passing day! The magic to hide his size was now so taxing that the palace had had to employ another three magi to maintain it while he slept! Fortunately, there was no shortage of interns from the Arcanum eager to work at the palace, and maintaining an enchantment didn’t require much knowledge about what the enchantment actually did. All they really knew was that they got to watch the prince, who was a renowned hottie, while he slept and maintain a powerful spell which, of course, caused their own powers to grow and grow. It had gotten to the point where students at the arcanum were eager to be selected for palace duty!

                Scher was starting to sweat as the duo made their way towards the large, double doors which lead out of the palace and into the palace grounds. His fatigue was incredible! Just how much power was he using to maintain this spell!?

                Rudd threw an arm over the prince’s shoulder to help Scher keep his balance. “We need to talk to the king about this. You need more time to recover. No one should have to maintain a spell this powerful for such a long period of time,” he said.

                “When has he ever listened to anything anyone else has said?” Scherzo said dejectedly.

                “Well, if he won’t listen to reason, maybe we should show him what you’ve been hiding?” Rudd said.

                “That would be hilarious. He’s probably have a heart attack right then and there!” Scherzo laughed.

                “And then you’d be free to make your own rules.” Rudd replied only half joking.

                Scherzo let out a long sigh of both exhaustion and exasperation. “If only there was some less drastic way to get him to listen,” he said.

                The pair made their way towards the palace grounds. Scherzo was too exhausted from the spell to be much for conversation so the only sound was the sound of their footfalls and the soft hum of the glowing runes on Rudd’s cock and balls as his package hovered in front of them.

                Past the great hall, past the garden, up the trail that led to the cliffside the duo marched. Soon, the pair reached their destination. The steep cliffs overlooking the ocean made the palace easily defendable, but tonight they were going to serve a different purpose.

                Scherzo plopped down on the edge of the cliff. His legs dangling over the abyss. His hand hovered over the small clasp on his hip. One flick of that, and his briefs would fall open, causing his cock and balls to spill out in all their glory.

                Rudd cocked an eyebrow as he watched the prince’s hesitation. “Is something wrong?” He asked.

                “It’s probably nothing, but… this week has been so exhausting. Like, more so than it should have been. I… wonder how much I have grown,” Scherzo said.

                “Are you afraid?” Rudd asked.

                “No… not exactly. I think… I think I’m excited, and that’s what worries me,” Scher said.

                “Oh. Is that all?” Rudd said. There was a huge, playful smirk on his face.

                “What’s that supposed to mean?” Scherzo yelped.

                “Do you want to make an event of it? Should I give you a drumroll? Maybe some lights?” Rudd teased.

                “Do you mock me? I am your prince?” Scherzo cried in mock protest.

                “You don’t have to act so uptight anymore. We’re by ourselves,” Rudd teased.

                “Why I never! Guards! Arrest that man,” Scherzo protested in a fake, nasally, foppish voice.

                “Oooh. I’m really in trouble, huh? I better do something to deserve it then, huh?” Rudd said playfully. Then, before Scherzo had a chance to react, he reached down and effortlessly flicked open the clasp that held up the waistband of Scherzo’s briefs.

                “Wai- wha-?” Scherzo sputtered, but it was too late. All he could do was watch in awe as his packaged spilled forth from the pocket dimension that had struggled to hold it.

                Even Rudd was speechless. Scherzo had grown even in just this past week, and he had grown A LOT! The prince’s cock continued to rapidly spill out from the dimensional tear, but there appeared to be now end in sight! Just the shaft was so thick that Rudd couldn’t even begin to process how long it would be once fully exposed. It was like staring out at an open field of exposed flesh.

                Scherzo balls crashed down with a splash. The sound of waves being sent careening from the point of impact caused the two friends to balk. The cliff was almost a hundred feet off the ground! Last week, Scherz’s balls hadn’t even reached the water, this week they hit and kept going! The meteoric strike of his sack hitting the sea sent tidal waves in all directions!

                The two friends stared out in awe at Scherzo’s new size. Scherzo’s balls were beyond massive! They used to not even touch the waters below, but now they crested higher than the cliffs! They rested solidly on the seabed below and still had over one hundred feet exposed! And much like an iceberg only the tip was exposed! This was no shallow beach. This was a sheer cliffside overlooking a deep, deep ocean.

                There were wards at the palace – magics that controlled the weather, magics that cast illusions over the palace grounds making it always appear idyllic and calm to the outside world. That’s the only reason Scherzo’s size had remained hidden so long. That was why he was able to let it all hang out when the palace was empty, but he had outgrown those wards. He had outgrown the illusions! His impossibly huge cock and balls had burst through the barricades and kept growing and growing. His dick was not just visible to the outside world, it was so huge that it was visible for miles around! His balls now filled much of the bay! His cock extended out impossibly far towards the horizon. Shipping vessels had been thrust aside by not just the waves of the impact of his balls but by the arrival of his World Serpent of a schlong! Scherzo couldn’t even fathom how huge he must be now. The only real point of reference he had was the bay itself and the shipping vessels which now circled his cock and balls. Each enormous freighter looked like an ant next to his cock. The entire capitol city of Sonata would have been eclipsed by his cock and balls had he not had the foresight to unleash it away from town.

                “No way…” the two friends said in unison as they stared out at the absolutely colossal cock that spread out before them.

                Scherzo’s mind was racing. How had he grown so much? Just last week, his shaft was only a few hundred feet long. It hung past his balls and rested into the sea below. Even then it was mind-blowingly massive, but now… Hundreds of feet felt like nothing. His enormous hose draped over his balls and rose far, far into the air. His shaft was so thick that he had to stare up at his like staring up at a mountain! His entire field of view was filled with cock and balls, but he needed to see more. He needed to see how he compared with the world around him.

                Scherzo floated forward. He didn’t have the glyphs to augment his powers like Rudd did, but he still had enough power to levitate his monolithic cock and balls enough that he could shift forward. He floated onto his nuts which caused his center of gravity to shift. His cock no longer draped over his nuts, and instead jutted out in front of him and went straight into the ocean. Even just this minor shift of his position caused massive waves to wash into the nearby port and send vessels scrambling to stay moored.

                Scherzo was now able to stare out past his balls and see just how long his cock truly was. The view was breathtaking. His cock extended out past the bay and into open waters. It was easily a half mile to the inlet, and his balls alone almost reached that far. His cock stretched out far, far beyond that.

                The image before him was dizzying. Again, Scherzo’s mind raced. How had he gotten so big in such a short period of time. True, he had been pushing himself beyond his limits every hour of every day for months now, and this week he had reached a breaking point where the exhaustion was forcing him to tap into reserves hitherto unheard of. He had heard of something like this. The greatest mages in ages long past had found a way to push past their limits and in that breaking point had unlocked greater potential. Legends told of the exponential growth possible. Countless mages had burned themselves up trying to reach that enhanced state, and Scherzo had been living in that state for a week! No wonder he was so tired! No wonder he had grown by an order of magnitude! He had to have doubled in size every day! Instead of hundreds of feet, he had reached thousands! His massive cock now stretched for miles.

                His mind was racing. There was no way he was going to keep this a secret. There was no magic powerful enough to mask his size. No enchantment powerful enough to make an entire populace forget what they saw. His balls alone were bigger than the entire city!

                Scherzo tried to fight it, but a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

                “Are… are you alright?” Rudd asked.

                “I doubt even the king can sweep this under the rug,” Scherzo said with a laugh.

                “I don’t think they even make rugs big enough,” Rudd agreed which caused Scherzo to laugh even louder.

                As Scherzo watched his cock expand exponentially, he had expected to be horrified, and he had expected to be mortified that his cover was so thoroughly blown. Now everyone in the capital knew how huge he was. Word would spread across the country by morning! This should be awful! But it wasn’t! If anything, it felt liberating! He no longer had to hide. Not only was his secret out, but who could even say anything about it? Even if the king wished to admonish him, Scherzo had visual proof that he was the most powerful caster alive – maybe even to ever live! Maester Timpani had previously been the owner of the “largest” cock and balls, and even he had capped out at little over ten feet. His cock was the size of a carriage! Scherz’s was the size of a county!

                As Scher laughed, he could feel not just the rush of exhilaration fill his body but his cock as well. His cock was getting bigger and thicker, and this time it wasn’t his power growing. He was getting harder and harder by the second. His cock raised up from the ocean. Water cascaded off of the immense shaft like waterfalls. The vacuum left by his cock lifting up caused all the water from miles around to rush in and fill the void causing ships to be carried along by the intense current.

                Scher was soon rock hard. He was harder than he had ever been in his life. He was bigger than he had ever been in his life. Hell, he was bigger than anyone had ever been! His massive rod reached up into the sky. Even angled forward as it was, the tip of his dick scraped the cloud cover. Beads of pre dripped from his massive cock. Each tiny bead was so huge that it could eclipse an entire freighter. Even the bigger ships on the sea paled in comparison to even the tiniest bead of pre of his enormous cock!

                Each salty bead splashed down causing massive waves to surge forth from the point of impact. Some part of Scher hoped that these vessels were strong enough to weather his storm. The Sonata ships were known around the world for their arcane enhanced stability and seaworthiness. They could weather the biggest, strongest hurricanes, but the world had never seen something like this.

                Rudd stood speechless beside his friend. His own cock had reached full mast in record time as he stared out at the dick that would dwarf even the eldest dragons. Rudd’s cock was huge in its own right. In the time he’d been serving as Scherzo’s attendant, the exertion of his duties and his rigorous training had seen him grow by leaps and bounds. Even soft, his cock was longer than he was tall, and he was much more a grower than a shower. Now that his rod was fully hard, it towered over him like an oak tree, and yet, it was hard to think of himself as huge while staring down a schlong that would rival mountains.

                Rudd was so overwhelmed by the sight that he let out a load moan and his cock gave a hard lurch. He was cumming without even laying a finger on his cock! He came again and again! Each spurt as large as the last! He could have filled a swimming pool with even just three spurts, but he continued to cum and cum again. His jizz splattering against the side of the prince’s impossibly huge balls. Scherzo’s nuts were so massive that Rudd’s massive spurts looked like little more than dribbles against his sack.

                The intensity of his climax was so much that Rudd found himself unable to stand. His legs felt weak and shaky. His head felt light and hazy. He began to fall backwards but was caught by a strange force that enveloped his body. Rudd was only vaguely aware of what was happening as he was carried like a ragdoll over the bay towards where the prince was perched atop his own cock and balls. As he floated closer, it became clear that the energy that was holding him was emanating from the prince!

                Scherzo looked over his shoulder pleadingly at his friend. He didn’t speak but he didn’t need to. The prince’s bare butt was raised into the air as if begging to be fucked. Rudd was only to happy to oblige.

                Despite the fact that Rudd’s cock was more than twice as tall as Scherzo was, the tip of his cock slid into the prince’s hungry hole. Rudd watched as Scherzo’s hips spread wider to accept a cock that was far thicker than his torso, but the prince’s body did not expand as much as Rudd had expected. If anything, it was as if his dick had slipped into a hole that was far larger than Scherzo’s hole body!

                The magic that Timpani had created! The spatial compression! Somehow Scherzo had turned his own body into a pocket dimension. His desire to be reamed was so intense that he made himself able to take any cock, no matter how huge.

                Rudd’s eyes glanced up towards the prince’s cock that now broke through the clouds… Well, almost any cock.

                Rudd wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Rudd dug his cock into the hilt into Scherzo’s ass. Even with the spatial magic condensing Rudd’s rod, Scherzo’s gut bulged out in front of him. Rudd could see the outline of his own cock against the prince’s gut, but that didn’t last long. Rudd hadn’t stopped cumming the entire time. As more and more jizz erupted from his cock deep into the prince’s seemingly impossibly accommodating body, Scherz’s gut begin to grow and grow with gallons upon gallons of jizz. Rudd was too lost in ecstasy to run the numbers. His cock only appeared a fraction of its true size while inside the price, and he had cum enough to fill an Olympic swimming pool. Scherz’s tummy was so full of condensed jizz that it bulged out in front of him like a giant beach ball. His gut was so huge that Scher couldn’t even wrap his arms around it while he nuzzled his face against his huge, sloshing, jizz-filled water balloon of a belly.

                Scherzo couldn’t think. All he could do was feel the indescribable pleasure that surged through his thousands of feet of fat cock. Each spurt of his colossal cock was so powerful that the very earth beneath him trembled. The sea churned. Even winds themselves were knocked aside. Scherzo’s cum shots tore through the clouds causing them to part. The formerly cloudy day was suddenly sunny which just made his enormous cock all the more visible for miles around.

                Scherzo came again and again and again. Each massive spurt arcing miles and miles into the open sea. The sea itself began to turn white and soupy from the sheer volume of cum sloshing around. The choppy waves caused the thousands of gallons of jizz to churn and froth. Seafoam mixed with semen turning the entire bay and the neighboring beaches into a white, hot bog of spunk.

                Scherzo had no idea how long he had been cumming, but eventually his exhaustion overtook him. His shots slowly tapered off and then stopped altogether. His colossal cock drooped and softened and came to a rest in the ocean.

                Rudd had long since collapsed. He now lay face up on the mountain that was the prince’s sack, staring into the sky and breathing heavily as he struggled to catch his breath enough to be able to even so much as stand. He was vaguely aware that a crowd had gathered. Countless guards and soldiers… as well as a stern figure that led the troops.

                The king stared out at the mess. The prince was resting face down against a massive cum-filled blimp of his own belly. Jizz oozed from the prince’s stretched out ass. The prince’s balls filled the entire bay, and his cock plugged the entire inlet with its sheer girth.

                Scherzo was only barely conscious. He was aware that there was a crowd gathered, but he was so overwhelmed by the afterglow that he couldn’t bring himself to care. He managed to glance over his shoulder and flash a groggy smirk at the king, but his attempt at smiling was interrupted when he coughed up a huge mouthful of cum.

                The king had an entourage of advisors at his side which all took turns whispering into his ears. The expression on the king’s face changed by the second. Shock. Horror. Surprise. Disgust. Curiosity. Acceptance. Suspicion. Understanding.

                The last advisor said their piece, bowed, and slunk back into the crowd. The king nodded and mulled it over for a moment. “Yes… I see…” He mused.

                “You’re in so much trouble…” Rudd murmured groggily.

                Scherzo was too euphoric to panic. He tried to chuckle but only managed to spit up another mouthful of cum.

                The king let out a long sigh, “I have half a mind to banish you for the damage you have caused,” he said sternly.

                There was a tense moment where the king waited and let his words sink in. The gathered crowd murmured. Hushed whispers rippled through the crowd.

                “… but my advisors are right. Your very existence is an incredible deterrent to our rival nations. Everyone can see your… aptitude… for miles around,” he said, pausing heavily on the word ‘aptitude’ to really let it sink in.

                After another tense pause, he spoke up again. “Even were I to order you expelled from the kingdom, we lack the ability to even… well… move you,” he said awkwardly.

                Another tense pause. More murmurs from the crowd. The king began to fidget. He glanced over his shoulder and looked to his advisors once more for guidance.

                The king cleared his throat and tried to sound imposing, but it was hard to do while looking at the scene that now filled the harbor. He instead turned around and addressed the crowd instead.

               “It was always my plan to abdicate soon. The royal family has long held a reputation of being a long line of powerful magi. When my son was accepted as a special pupil of the High Enchanter, I knew that he would continue that legacy, and we can… erm… see that he is… gifted…” The king muttered awkwardly.

               One of the advisors stepped forward to address the crowd since the king was clearly fumbling, “This is all something that will be handled at a later date. It seems imprudent to discuss these matters while the prince is still… uh… leaking…”

               Scherzo tried to give a nod of agreement but ended up spitting up another huge mouthful of cum instead. Realizing it was a lost cause and being too exhausted to fight it, Scherzo once again collapsed face down into his own cum-filled belly. He was so exhausted and overwhelmed by the afterglow that it was easy to ignore the crowd that had gathered. He instead let his mind wander to the sensations that overwhelmed his body. His body felt warm and tingly. He was so euphoric that even the tense scene with the king couldn’t make him feel any less giddy, and the lapping of waves against his cock was so relaxing, and there was something else too. A feeling of his nuts being cradled…

               …Cradled? Scherzo was still too dazed to focus, but something gnawed at the back of his mind. He still had room around his balls before, but now it felt like his balls filled the entire bay! His sack pressed up against the seawall on all sides! Had he grown even larger?

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[bitletsanddrabbles]

Titles: What Gives You The Least Headache As A Reader

Okay, so, one thing that is super tripping me up with the Thomas-as-Heir fic is how he'd address people after it's determined that, yes, he is the long-lost-heir. I mean, he's in his thirties. He's been calling these people 'Your Lordship' and 'My Lady' and such things for fifteen years. Now, out loud he would obviously be expected to make the super awkward switch to 'Papa' and 'Granny' and 'Mary' and such with grace and decorum...which given the number of people we don't see move up the ranks in a manner that necessitates name changes would probably be kinda difficult. I mean, Thomas himself is the only servant who goes from 'Thomas' to 'Barrow' in the course of the series. The title changes he's had to worry about are all upstairs and formal, and when it comes to address normally just 'sir' or 'my lady' or that sort of thing.

But I digress. Where I keep tripping up is how he thinks of them. More importantly, it's how I get across how he thinks of them. I can't see it being a smooth transition, but writing it in a way the reader can follow that isn't headache inducing is...er.... so!

[yallemagne]

This episode. Hoooooooeeeeeeeeeey.

The service was very simple and very solemn. There were only ourselves and the servants there, one or two old friends of his from Exeter, his London agent, and a gentleman representing Sir John Paxton, the President of the Incorporated Law Society. 

Much like Lucy's funeral in a way, but not sparse for lack of inviting but a lack of people to invite. After all, Hawkins had no family left to him to leave anything to.

Jonathan was holding me by the arm, the way he used to in old days before I went to school. I felt it very improper, for you can't go on for some years teaching etiquette and decorum to other girls without the pedantry of it biting into yourself a bit; but it was Jonathan, and he was my husband, and we didn't know anybody who saw us—and we didn't care if they did—so on we walked.

Mina sounds a bit flustered at the faux pas they're engaging in but still overjoyed at the knowledge that Jonathan is her husband! However, she still needs to justify it: "well, no one will gossip because no one here knows us, so it is fine". Come now, dear, it's fine because it doesn't matter. But oh well, she's getting used to it.

Mina: *detailing Dracula's appearance* "You see, he did not pass the vibe check. His vibes were absolutely rancid."

She really describes Dracula as though she were describing an animal. It's kind of unsettling.

"I believe it is the Count, but he has grown young. My God, if this be so! Oh, my God! my God! If I only knew! if I only knew!"

Youuuu bastards, having Jonathan repeat the lines as Mina continues narrating aghgh.

"Why, Mina, have I been asleep! Oh, do forgive me for being so rude. Come, and we'll have a cup of tea somewhere." 

He's so cute!!! AAAA he is SO CUTE!!! My precious baby, I just want to hold him in my hands. He's so soft and cute and sounds so sweet and unsure, so bashful.

And then Mina begins the next section sounding like she has been crying. She mentions Arthur immediately, which is worth noting because she parallels him. She's lost a father figure and though she hasn't lost a lover, her lover is struggling to keep himself together while Arthur's lost the fight for her life already.

and then Jack comes in egregiously horny, and I just. What do you even have to say for yourself, sir? I think perhaps the way that he describes Quincey hints that he may not know Quincey as intimately as he knows Arthur? Nor as intimately as Arthur knows Quincey. Of course, part of this is just Bram fawning over American men because of his giant man crush on Walt Whitman. Jack's hero worship gives the impression that he's not close enough with Quincey to know his human flaws, at least. He sees him as a moral viking!!

Arthur was saying that he felt since then as if they two had been really married and that she was his wife in the sight of God. None of us said a word of the other operations, and none of us ever shall. 

Jack, are you really so stupid as to think that he doesn't know? Skipping ahead--

"Just so. Said he not that the transfusion of his blood to her veins had made her truly his bride?" "Yes, and it was a sweet and comforting idea for him." "Quite so. But there was a difficulty, friend John. If so that, then what about the others? Ho, ho! Then this so sweet maid is a polyandrist, and me, with my poor wife dead to me, but alive by Church's law, though no wits, all gone—even I, who am faithful husband to this now-no-wife, am bigamist." "I don't see where the joke comes in there either!" I said; and I did not feel particularly pleased with him for saying such things. 

Everyone raved over these lines before ("he confirmed the polycule!! they're all fucking!!"), and they probably still are raving tbh, so I appreciate Re: Dracula properly communicating VH's disdain for the idea and Jack's disdain for VH's disdain. It's more than an offensive joke, VH is bitter at Arthur's words because it would ironically make them all husbands of Lucy, and he morally objects to the idea of polyandry and betraying his wife though he considers her dead to him (comatose? out of her mind? either way, he can't/won't divorce her but still values the virtue of his faithfulness). Likewise, Jack doesn't appreciate VH's apparent derision towards Arthur and the insulting way he refers to Lucy as a polyandrist. But VH assures Jack that he's simply venting to Jack because Jack is his friend, and he dares not to express these harsh feelings to Arthur, who reminds him of his son.

"Friend John, forgive me if I pain. I showed not my feeling to others when it would wound, but only to you, my old friend, whom I can trust. If you could have looked into my very heart then when I want to laugh; if you could have done so when the laugh arrived; if you could do so now, when King Laugh have pack up his crown, and all that is to him—for he go far, far away from me, and for a long, long time—maybe you would perhaps pity me the most of all." I was touched by the tenderness of his tone, and asked why. "Because I know!"

See, this is why he will not tell Jack. Not because he's scared of him. Because he knows that to know is to suffer. He does not wish any suffering upon Jack, though he should realize that keeping secrets has been the cause of much suffering already.

[kilvalir]

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[merv606]

Daniel as a pious young Omega who was sold and is now trapped in an abusive marriage with an Alpha who treats him very poorly. He has never had a Heat, does not know why they are, and has no pups though he’s been wed a year, and his Alpha holds this against him. Daniel prays to the Lord to help him, and meanwhile tries his best to please his Alpha to no avail.

At a party, Alpha Terry, new to town, takes note of Daniel. He is deeply charmed by the sweet, skittish boy, but is displeased to know he is married, young as he is. And more displeased when he sees the bruises Daniel tries to hide. Daniel begs him to not tell, as he doesn’t want any trouble...

A few weeks later, Daniel’s husband is found dead. Terry wastes no time in making Daniel marry him, Omegas having little to no say in such matters. The problem is, the boy remains terrified of him, and of Alphas in general, after what he’s been through, and shys away from Terry’s advances, and even asks him to let him go please, Sir…

Well this got away from me 😬

Long and NSFW!

“What are you doing sweetheart?” Terry asks, as his beloved omega, already trembling, tries to roll to his hands and knees, clearly shaky from trembling so much.

Terry knows what he’s doing - he’s in the proper breeding position - perfectly too.

Daniel tenses, but answers the question. He knows better than to not answer your alpha.

“I thought you would want to take your rights, sir.”

Terry does but, not like this, not why his little one is so scared.

Of Terry.

Of the process.

He needs to see, to understand, that Terry is nothing like his former alpha.

Besides, they haven’t even started.

And up until now, Daniel has been shying away from any of his advances.

Downright flinching if Terry moved too quickly or touched him without some type of pre-warning, and even then he was often stiff, probably accepting the touch as he feared the consequences if he didn’t.

The bruises his former alpha left on him, still visible, even if they are in the last stages of healing. The physical reminders soon to be a bad memory at least.

Although some decorum was required, it’s not like he was an untouched omega.

Problem is, he has been touched, but never in a good way it seems.

If it was up to Terry, they wouldn’t be here, doing this now.

Married yes - he makes no apologies about wanting to have the omega made legally him, and in the eyes of the church, which was important to the omega.

The only reason Terry plans on taking him tonight is due to it being their wedding night and the need to consummate.

Despite not being pure they still have to check to make sure the union has been sanctified and Terry and Daniel have done their duty - Daniel receiving his alpha and Terry filling his omega, as god and the law requires.

There is so much Terry wishes to do.

Terry wants to get this mouth on that pretty omega pussy. See if it tastes as good as it smells and he wants to test him with fingers first - make sure he’s prepared enough to take Terry.

Although the boy is no longer a virgin, which Terry is actually glad for, as it probably helps Terry’s case, he does not want to hurt his little mate.

The boy is much smaller than him and Terry is much larger than the average alpha.

A large hand on a slender hip which easily covers or entirely when he wraps it around, and Terry can feel how tense Daniel is, how he tries to hide the flinch even that gentle touch elicites.

He puts the nightshirt down, covering the little omega.

Terry thinks now, of his mother, and his father.

Her gentle soul and what killed it.

He will never be that man.

Yes, there will be no consummation tonight. Of that there is no doubt.

He will not do such harm to him omega to satiate his own selfish desires. Even if it would be warranted.

Terry gets up, calling on Margaret, who nods as he quietly whispers to her, the both of them glancing over at the omega sitting nervously on the side of the bed.

She lays a hand on Terry’s arm before departing. She too has grown quite found of Daniel.

“We just have to wait,” Terry says, sitting down next to the omega on the bed, only after receiving an answer to his question that it was okay.

“Wait?” Daniel asks, confused.

“An hour, at the least. I have my reputation to keep,” he winks.

It seems like no time at all before there is a small knock on the door.

It is the priest, who once again, speaks to Terry hushed tones, similar to the alpha’s prior conversation while Daniel sits, confused.

Normally this would only happen after - the priest coming in to check between his legs to make sure his alpha’s seed was leaking out of him.

“The donation will be by week’s end,” Terry says as he shows the priest to the door, as they shake hands.

“It is announced sir,” Margaret says, poking her head in several moments after.

“Wonderful. We shall go out and join the guests once again.”

“But alpha we …. I mean the union …. must be ….”

“And it will be, but not tonight.”

“But sir …”

“They think it has, and right now, that is all that matters.”

“Sir I …,” he is a disappointment already.

Terry can smell the boy’s feeling and he looks at him, seeing the downcast eyes, and the way he picks at the hem of his ceremonial nightshirt.

“I wish for you not to concern yourself with this anymore. You,” he takes the little’s head in both hands, “are everything I hoped for a more.”

A kiss to the back of his hand and Terry stands, their hands still interlocked as he pulls Daniel to him.

“Now,” Terry says, placing a quick kiss to the mop of unruly hair covering the dark crown of his head, “to rejoin our party and have fun, you being mine is something that needs to be celebrated indeed.”

—————

The omega had caught his eye instantly - Terry thinking he had never seen any creature as beautiful such as Daniel was that night.

To say he was stunning would be an understatement. To say Terry was instantly smitten even more so.

The ring on a slender finger didn’t give him pause, for it was like anything Terry wanted, a small inconvenience to getting him what he desired.

And he desired Daniel.

He had been so skittish - gasping when Terry had touched his shoulder.

Terry had finally seen the little omega slip his husband’s grasp and head to the punch table where he stood back by himself.

He had only wanted to get the little beauty’s attention to introduce himself, to have him all to himself even if for a short time, until it could be made permanent, but it was a terrified expression on his face as he turned that greeted Terry. It had morphed into something more akin to weary upon seeing it was not the alpha he was expecting, but an alpha nonetheless.

Alphas were dangerous and not to be trusted.

He relaxed though, as Terry introduced himself, Terry making himself as unassuming as possible, speaking lowly to him. He even managed to get the boy to laugh, and if he hadn’t been sure before, that he was the omega’s rightful alpha, he was then.

The boy would be his - be damned any obstacle that stood in his way.

However that same terrified expression had marred the boy’s beautiful face when his husband had found him, looking between the two, grabbing the little omega by the arm roughly, yanking him away.

Terry’s resolve, already set in stone, had hardened further, into diamond.

Terry was enthralled with the omega instantly. His beauty, his scent, his demeanour, the little he had gleaned of the boy’s personality as they talked, and his alpha knew he was made to be his.

Something so precious was not meant to be treated so rough, and he would see to it that Daniel’s husband, this so called alpha, got what he deserved, and that night he has Margaret contacting both his law team and the best PIs in the country, located on the other coast, flown in.

Nothing will be sparred when it comes to his soon to be mate.

What they find is a husband who does not deserve that beautiful boy.

Terry invites them to a dinner, and Daniel is positively radiant but is so quiet, afraid, it seems, to even look up in either of the alpha’s direction.

Halfway through dinner, the other alpha addresses the elephant in the room.

“I know you have your sights set on my omega, Silver, but believe me you, he is useless.”

“Alpha sir, please ….”

“Silence - what have I told you about speaking when not spoken to?”

Daniel looks down now but Terry can see the tears that are already threatening to spill in those wide brown eyes.

“Useless in bed - Frigid thing he is - and can’t even do what he was designed for - he’s not even with pup yet.”

A noise of distress now, from the omega, which cuts through Terry’s alpha, who wishes to do nothing but take the omega in his arms and soothe him.

He would have the boy in his lap, in the finest clothes and jewels, feeding him from his hand, before setting him down on the finest silks to be ravished throughout the night.

Terry is working on having their marriage annulled - unbeknownst to Daniel.

They are close but they advised him to have just a bit more patience and then he could be rid of the alpha forever.

And Terry does have patience, that is, until the alpha backhands the omega at the table, right in front of him.

“Do not any noise. I shan’t warn you again.”

The alpha laid rough hands on what Terry considered his - his MATE of all things.

Terry sees red and that’s even before the alpha continues.

“It’s certainly not my fault I have to spend my time with whores to get what I need.”

He stands so fast the chair hits the floor, breaking, and Daniel flinches at the noise.

Security is in the room in seconds, separating the men, dragging out the man who dares call himself an alpha. Barely moving and leaving a trail of blood, Terry’s hand covered in it.

An alpha would never hurt those weaker than him, especially his mate. No, he is no alpha at all. Terry can hardly call him a man, let alone an alpha.

He looks and does not see Daniel, although he can pick up his scent, nearly overpowered by the stench of fear.

His little love is in the corner, hands around himself, holding his midsection protectively, trying to hide.

Terry approaches slowly, sending out a scent of calm but the little omega whines, a high pitched thing that sends daggers through Terry’s alpha, who only wishes to protect and comfort his now mate.

Although not expected to happen tonight and in this way, he had challenged the alpha and won, laughably easy. Daniel was his rightful prize now.

And the little omega knew it.

“You are safe now. Your husband is gone and he will never hurt you. He will never touch you again.”

“Alphas hurt,” Daniel answers quietly. “It’s what they do.”

You are not better is what he means. Terry hears that loud and clear.

“No,” Terry says firmly but calmly although the little omega flinches anyway, trembling now as he tightens his grip on himself. He does not wish to distress him further, the events of the night, and his time under his husband has clearly taken a toll, but his mate must understand that is not going to happen - will never happen under Terry. “I will never hurt you little one. I promise. You are too precious to me.”

He reaches out now, he can’t stop himself, his omega’s distress too much for his alpha to handle anymore. A hand touches bare skin for the first time and he can feel it.

They both can.

Like a bolt of lightning, a thin thread now connecting them. A lifeline.

“What …. what was that?” Daniel asks, wide eyed. He’s never felt anything like it and he swears he can feel the alpha. He can’t explain it but he feels him, in his mind, faint but there.

“I think you know.” Terry says.

“No … no … it can’t .. I … I am married.”

“You were married,” Terry advises. “You are mine now little one, and he was never your mate.”

He can feel the panic - the fear - within his mate. It would be palpable in the room even if their fledging bond wasn’t there.

“Listen to me very carefully,” Terry watches the thin chest rise and fall, “do not run.”

It would not end well, were the little omega try to run now.

His control is hanging by the barest of threads, ready to snap at any moment.

Daniel seems to sense this and although scared, so much happening so soon, he stands stock still, his omega seeming to trust the alpha in a way he never did his husband, still watching sharply as the larger man slowly approaches though.

The closer Terry gets the stronger the feeling in Daniel’s mind, and it’s almost overwhelming.

Terry reaches out, the little omega swaying, catching him in time.

Lifting him easily into his arms, Terry places a quick kiss to his forehead as he walks them swiftly to the bedroom, holding his little mate close.

Bonding is normally more of a toll on the omega, and the little one clearly has not been taken care of, as an omega should be.

The doctor is fetched and Daniel is checked over, Terry by his side, although when he sees the finger print bruises up the omega’s thin arm it necessitates him having to step out of the room momentarily.

When he knows he is composed enough and will not frighten his love, he goes back in.

Daniel is surprised to feel relief upon seeing the alpha come back in the room. Normally he was happiest when his alpha was as far away as possible.

Why should this be different he thinks.

When the doctor is done, he steps away to talk to Terry, saying Daniel is shaken but fine, maybe a bit overwhelmed by the events and the new bond. Thankfully the swelling in his face should go down in a few days. The cut that sits high on his cheek, courtesy of his former husband tonight should not scar, although Terry will have the best surgeon come into make sure.

The doctor hands Terry several pills - ones to help sleep, one for the swelling in his cheek, and one for the pain.

“I would like to do an exam on him - an omega health exam,” the doctor pitches his voice low. “A year into marriage and no pups could indicate something is wrong.”

Terry listens, although it matters not. The little omega will be his and his alone, regardless of his ability to bear Terry pups. Still, where his health is concerned it is best to make sure it is nothing serious.

Nodding his consent now, the doctor continues.

“In a few days should be fine, once he has calmed some.”

“Margaret will set something up,” Terry confirms.

After that, his handmaiden helps him bathe, stepping into an oversized pajama shirt, clearly the alpha’s, before being brought to the alpha’s bedroom- their bedroom now, he learns.

He and his former husband had separate chambers - a feeling of dread whenever the door would open during the night, his husband looking to have Daniel fulfil his vows.

For now, he doesn’t need to think of that unpleasantness. His new alpha telling him that tomorrow they will pick up whatever of his belongings he wished to keep.

Later that night Daniel wakes up crying out, fighting against the strong hold around him, but he is no match for his alpha.

Nothing would make Terry let go. Not now, not ever.

Despite the confusion, the unfamiliar room and bed, that scent Daniel knows like the back of his hand already has his omega, still caught between sleep and the waking world, calming.

Terry holds him, shushing him, calming him, fingers carding through his hair until Daniel falls back asleep against him.

He doesn’t wake until morning.

——————

Although a bit fearful in the coming days, the little omega seems to cling to Terry - both weary of him and seeing him as a source of protection. A saviour of sorts, even if Daniel doesn’t now yet if he’s only been saved from a fire to land in a frying pan.

He hopes he has not, but he knows what hoping got him last time.

Still, the alpha has been nothing but kind, not laying rough hands on him, or demanding anything else.

“I have something to show you.”

Daniel is taken outside and presented to a large plot of land.

The PI had noted a small garden at the little omega’s former home, which he said was clear was lovingly attended to.

“What is it?”

“Yours to do with as you wish.”

“Mine?”

“To do whatever you like. Whatever pleases you”

“Whatever pleases me?”

“Yes. Whatever pleases you so pleases me.”

“So if I wanted to plant all flowers, just so that it looked nice ….”

“Then I shall make sure you have whatever is needed to make that happen. Whatever flowers you wish to plant.”

“The soil is good,” Daniel says, bending down to run his fingers through it, letting it shift through his fingers.

“We have a gardener as well, and he will be at your disposal to help with whatever you need.”

“That may be good as I will not have much free time and it is a lot of land.” He chews at his lip; his nervous gesture. “It is a most generous gift … are you sure …”

“Nothing is too much for me where you are concerned,” something Terry has been saying to the omega ad nauseam. “Why do you believe you will not have time?” Terry says, when the first part of his mate’s statement catches up to him.

“My other chores and duties,” Daniel responds, equally confused.

He hadn’t brooched the subject with Terry - assuming the alpha would tell him what those were - when he was ready.

Terry frowns. “There are no chores, no other duties.” Besides keeping Terry satisfied, but his little omega is far from ready for that step.

His prior alpha also had money, not nearly as much as Terry, but he was more than well off, but said that now that he had Daniel he could save some money and he was made to do everything - hardly any free time, Daniel explaining as much.

“Your life will now be one of leisure, until the pups come anyway, but even then you will have whatever help you need, so do not worry about that.”

Terry plans for a big family.

While Daniel is well aware Terry plans to marry, once the legalities of his husband and that night are taken care of, this is the first talk of pups.

A sad smell breaks through the happiness he finally managed to scent off Daniel.

“I …. I am broken sir,” he apologies. “I thought you knew I ….”

“You are not broken.”

Daniel looks away and that is something Terry hates, holding his head so he is forced to look at him.

“You had the wrong alpha, sweetheart. That’s all. I guarantee. Trust me.”

“The doctor checked you - run every test. You are in perfect health and very much fertile.”

“But if I cannot give you ….”

The truth is, Daniel wanted pups, more than anything, although, a deep part of him knew he didn’t want them with his husband. And each month when he had his courses, a part of him was sad yes, but a bigger part was glad.

Now though, he’s just sad. For his alpha, for whom he would gladly give pups, and for himself and the kids he now wishes to have with him.

He wonders, what they would look like.

“It matters not,” Terry says and Daniel knows he means it, but he feels no less sad, no less broken.

“I have you and that is all I need.”

While this is true, Terry though will get the job done - his mate will be with pup.

Daniel’s former husband though, puts up a fight; determined to torment Daniel as much as he can. He even tries to challenge Terry again - saying it was not a fair fight.

Terry is more than willing, but the thought sends his little mate into near hysterics - absolutely terrified at the thought of something happening to Terry, of having to go back.

He is inconsolable, not even Terry can calm him.

The sight of red rimmed brown eyes, tear streaks down his face, the gulping breaths is more than Terry can handle.

The body of Daniel’s husband is found not even two days after. They say it was bandits who recognized the alpha had money from the carriage he had been in. It was also a dangerous road; well known for such attacks.

Terry is so gentle and kind that it never crosses Daniel’s mind; the timing of it.

Terry, for his part, says how fortunate the turn of events was.

“It was clearly God’s will. Even he knows you were meant for me.”

The marriage is swiftly planned and arranged within the week of his former husband being laid to rest.

If any tongues wag, Daniel doesn’t hear them. He is always close to Terry’s side, never far from him, so he is mostly shielded as no one would dare speak against Terry.

The little omega is happy to be marrying the alpha, helping Margaret with the plans, but come their wedding day he is a wreck. Not for the marriage itself, but for what he knows awaits him that night upon their marriage bed.

When Terry does not take him though, nor lay rough claiming hands on him, nor does he try to take his liberties in the coming weeks, Daniel starts to feel something he never had with his other husband - desire.

For the first time he is given time, and that turns out to be the key.

While he could never say he didn’t find his alpha attractive - the thought of having to perform those duties again - was not something he looked forward to initially.

Now though, he wonders what it would be like to have his alphas’s hand on his - to feel how soft his lips would be. To feel pleasure, and not pain, at his new alpha’s hands.

——————

Months into their marriage, the little omega decides it is time. His alpha has been so patience and kind - he owes him this at least; his marital rights. Rights he could easily taken by now. Several times over. God knows his former alpha did. Although thankfully, he had visited his chambers less and less, spending more of his time at the omegas pleasure brothels.

Daniel though, also doesn’t want to make his alpha to lose control - he can hear Terry sometimes, in the shower, the familiar noises of pleasure, meaning his alpha must be taking himself in hand as he won’t satiate himself in Daniel, even if he wants to. The alpha surely can’t hold out much longer, and Daniel would rather it be on his terms.

Daniel dresses up in that same ceremonial nightgown from their wedding night - the one they never really got to use. It’s sheer, so absolutely nothing is hidden from his alpha, the loose neck that keeps falling off a shoulder, and the deep neck that has delicate silk twined through it to tie it closed. The nightshirt itself stops just a few inches above his knees.

His courage fails him though, and so he stands just outside the room where Terry is.

The alpha though can sense his little omega is just outside and although he wills Daniel to come in, when he doesn’t, Terry goes to him instead.

Always.

And it’s testament to Terry’s loving patience and the resilience and bravery of his little omega, that he jumps in fright from being startled by the alpha, and not in real fear.

Terry picks the little omega up, spinning him around, making sure he has a good grip on his ass.

Daniel smacks at him playfully.

“I got tired of waiting for you,” Terry says, setting the omega down gently. “You look lovely,” he remarks, placing a kiss to his nose.

“You like it then?!”

Daniel does a cute little turn, showing off for the alpha, his cheeks burning.

Looking at Terry now through lowered lashes, but it’s not a seductive gesture. He is nervous, Terry can tell, the underlaying fear that the alpha will reject him - show him indifference. His former husband was always more quick with criticism than praise.

“This does not lie, my little one.” Terry places Daniel’s hand on his cock and Daniel’s eyes widen.

“You are … quite well endowed,” and Daniel can feel some doubt creep back in. Well endowed and very, very hard.

God it was bad enough with his alpha and he was half the size of Terry.

At least alphas don’t last long, he thinks.

“You will feel nothing but pleasure, I promise,” leaning down to press his forehead to the omega’s. “You were made to fit an alpha …. made to fit me.” A large hand on the side of his face, stroking his cheek. “I will make sure you are more than well prepared to receive me.”

Terry leans down, the omega on his tip toes to meet him half way as their lips meet as he is picked up. Terry walks them through the mansion, their lips never breaking the kiss, expect when Terry whispers, “I will never hurt you. Remember that.”

He is laid out on their bed, his night shirt ruched up around his waist, leaving him bare to his husband as he had forgone underwear.

His alpha seems to approve, his fingers tracing his mound and slit.

Daniel’s eyes dart to his husband’s manhood, clearly hardening in arousal. His alpha definitely likes what he sees.

“Are you sure?!” Terry asks. “There are other things ….”

“Of course,” but Daniel knows the sound of his heart is loud to both of their ears.

As long as their marriage is not consummated, it is not true in the eyes of the church. He can’t stand the thought of being separated from Terry even if he knows that Terry would never allow that to happen.

“I wish .. I wish for you to fill me - to make me yours,” Daniel says, a hand on the alpha’s chest. To do my duty as god intended, he thinks to himself.

“Spread your legs for me then, darling.”

He does, even if it is with some help from Terry , the alpha’s hands on his inner knees, smoothing up his thighs, his thumbs gentle spreading his omegan folds, hiding away his most special place.

Terry hums as he traces a featherlight finger over him.

“Just as pretty here as everywhere else.”

The alpha covers him now, and he doesn’t feel panicked, not like he normally would.

Kissing down Daniel’s neck, over the nightshirt, before his lips hit the bare skin of a taunt tummy, right below where it is ruched up around his waist. Terry can feel Daniel trembling with both nerves and anticipation under his mouth as he continues down and down and down.

And Daniel is curious now, what his alpha plans to do.

Below his belly button.

His tongue swirling around it.

Lower still.

And then.

Then.

Daniel shouts.

His fingers grip the sheets.

His alpha’s mouth on his most intimate place.

He tries to close his legs - the sensation that went through him unlike anything he’s ever felt before.

Terry stops, although his hands on his inner thighs keeps him open as he looks up - taking in the shocked look at the omegas face.

“Sweetheart?!”

A thin chest heaving, mouth open, soft breath through moist pink lips, and Terry can see the white knuckles grasp on the bedsheet.

“He never .., I’ve never had …. he would say it was beneath an alpha to ….”

“Oh,” Terry chuckles, “you are going to have a hard time indeed, getting my mouth off this pretty little pussy, baby.”

A quick flick of his tongue against the omega’s clearly aroused clit, the scent of slick.

“Tastes just as good as I knew it would,” he gathers some on his fingers, licking off the contents as he puts it in his mouth.

“An alpha can’t … it is beneath you …”

A hand on his face, holding him steady, firm so he knows Terry is serious, but not cruel in his grasp.

“Can’t? Am I not your husband?”

“Of course,” he whimpers, squeezing his legs at the tone. His former husband it would make it blood run cold but Terry, it does the opposite, his blood on fire. Desire coursing though him.

Terry is his husband - and Daniel could not be happier about that.

“Your alpha?”

“Of course,” Daniel moans, the alpha smirking as he notices his little omega squeezing himself, scenting the arousal, hearing the slick as it practically pours out.

“Then You are mine to do with as I wish, are you not? And if I wish to put my mouth on you here, or,” he tips his face up, “anywhere else for that matter, then I shall. So if I want to, and I do baby, then I will eat this gorgeous pussy of yours until I am satisfied, and that is not for you to decide, is it little one?”

“No, alpha,” and the slick is coating his thighs, his thighs slipping as he presses them together, desperately turned on.

“Besides, look how wet it’s making you,” a finger slides in. “Your cunt is so desperate for something inside it, to fill it where it aches. This will benefit me. You need to get nice and wet and open so I can be inside you. That,” Terry says, withdrawing his wet finger to rub at his omega clit, “is how I wish to find my release.”

Those pink lips and soft open mouth of his are inviting too, but that will come later. After Terry has claimed his omega as his. Filled his cunt with cum, and his belly with his baby.

Face buried in the omega’s pussy now, as the alpha takes his pleasure, the whimpering noises and wet gasps music to his ears as Daniel humps his cunt against his mouth.

“That’s it,” Terry praises, pulling back to blow on the slick skin - wet with the alpha’s saliva and his own juices.

Before he knows it, he’s on his husband’s face, grinding down, large hand on his ass helping him as he practically rides his husband’s face, his hand buried in Terry’s hair as his hips seem to move on their own accord. Such an act may be new to Daniel but his body seems to know what to do.

He comes on a scream, slick covering his husband and he squirms, trying to get away, the pleasure mounting again before it seems to fully recede, but he’s not allowed, the alpha tighetning his grip as he gets another orgasm out of the omega.

Already Daniel has come more than he did in the entire time of his former marriage.

He’s wetter than he’s ever been and has never been more aroused.

Flush high on his cheeks that disappears down to his chest, his brown nipples hard in arousal, his pink cunt shiny, his skin a sheen of sweat.

The blunt, thick head of his husband’s cock and he plays with the omega’s still twitching cunt, rubbing the smooth head up and down his slit, playing with his omega clit, half exposed in arousal.

“Let me see your pretty little pearl, sweetheart.”

Terry shows what he wants Daniel to do - exposing the hard bud fully by pulling back the protective hood.

Daniel’s finger’s replacing Terry’s - so he’s exposing himself.

The head of his husband’s cock rubbing against it, his thighs shaking.

Slick is everywhere ….. another orgasm mounting. Daniel has to let go of himself to grip the sheets - Terry rubbing at his clit with the pad of his thumb - two fingers fucking in wetly until he comes; this time squirting everywhere … the stains on the bed testament to how hard his alpha made him come.

He doesn’t even notice Terry lining up, pressing the flared head of his cock in.

Slowly but surely filling him where his little omega is empty; desperate and aching, his body craving being fucked open by his alpha’s fat cock.

They’re face to face - which normally his former alpha would take him to behind - always in the proper breeding position. Which Daniel preferred, even if he didn’t want pups with him, but to not to have to look at his alpha suited him, but now here, with Terry, he knows this is his favourite. Looking at his handsome alpha, feeling nothing but love and desire, seeing that over and desire reflected back tenfold on his alpha’s face; like mirrors of each other. Breathing the same air, blunt nails taking down Terry’s back, eyes rolling up as each inch slowly opens him.

It’s a lot - and there is a bit of discomfort - the massive stretch of it - his former alpha was nowhere near this big but oddly it would actually hurt with him … more so than it does now …. he would simply spread Daniel’s legs and take him - and while it’s been awhile since he’e been taken his body knows what to do to accommodate his new alpha, even if he is quite large. He is also loose and more than relaxed from his orgasms, Terry’s mouth and fingers inside him, testing how pliant and ready his body was to accept the alpha inside, to open up for him.

“I won’t last long sweetheart - not this time.”

Next time, he’ll take the omega until he’s begging Terry to come, but now, right now, this is to finally claim his omega - finally fill him as he’s been desperate to do since laying eyes on him.

Right now the delicious stretch of the omega’s pussy around his cock as he pushed in for the first time; finally being inside the right embrace of his love’s body - how good it feels to finally have him - how the little omega opens under him, wild for it - it’s too much, even for an alpha with Terry’s control.

But then his little treasure moans out brokenly into his ear, “no please alpha sir don’t stop … feels so good,” his legs pressing tighter against Terry’s side.

Daniel had foolishly thought this was what he wanted, for Terry to be like his former husband and not last, but now, knowing what it’s Iike with Terry, how good it feels, how good it should always feel, he knows he was wrong.

If his former husband had even a half of Terry’s skill, he wouldn’t have called Daniel frigid, or needed to force anything.

His alpha, Terry, his rightful alpha all along, inside him, surrounding him, is not only the best thing he’s felt, but it feels right, deep down in his bones.

A sweet little plea like that, from kiss swollen lips, Terry is helpless but to obey.

Still, he is a man, a man with needs. Needs he has been waiting months to fulfil. Everything about his omega is a siren song, and he desperately wants to relief inside his tight, little body, his omega cunt so wet and warm. So perfect.

“Fuck, you’re prefect, baby. So fucking tight for me. Want to be bred so bad, don’t you? I can feel how desperate you are to be fucked fat. Your body is so fucking tight around me … I can feel it trying to squeeze the cum out of me …. made to be bred weren’t you?”

The omega whines, batting the alpha’s hand away when he rubs at his clit,

“Shhhhh, one more baby you can do that …. Want to feel you come around me …. How tight you’ll get for me.”

He does, helpless to do anything but, and then his husband grabs his hips, his fingers digging in, the skin white and pink around them, surely bruises will take their place come tomorrow, as with one last thrust, his alpha spends himself inside him.

Once he starts, it seems like he doesn’t stop. Daniel swears he sees a bump in his lower belly that was not there before, his husband fills him with so much of his seed.

“Going to look so gorgeous fucked fat,” his alpha tells him, as he finally finishes coming, pulling free only then, after every least drop is out of him into his omega as nature intended.

There is an ache - of being well used that Daniel thinks he’s already addicted to.

He may be a bit sore tomorrow but in time his body will come to know the intimate memory and taking his husband will be easier and easier.

As it happens later on his husband has him again - and again and again - Daniel willing and happily opening himself to his husband’s desire.

This time he is face down ass up - in the proper breeding position as Terry pounds in behind him.

“Feel how deep I am?! Feel me putting our child in you?!”

Too caught up in the heat of his alpha’s words cause to be sad - the reality is it won’t - but for now, he can pretend.

In the coming weeks he realizes now how much control his husband, had in fact, been exercising - he is taken multiple times through the day - not just at night upon their marital bed - it seems he is safe nowhere, although he doesn’t feel in danger.

Quite the opposite.

Also, he will admit to teasing his husband somewhat as well …. To spectacular results.

So spectacular that a month after their first joining Daniel falls ill with what he assumes is a stomach bug, although it only comes in the afternoon.

Foods he loved now also make him nauseas immediately upon smelling them.

The doctor is fetched and Daniel sits dumbfounded, in total disbelief, with his alpha’s hand on his slightly swollen stomach - as they are told that Daniel is to give his alpha a pup after all.

He is beyond happy - he had wanted a pup more than anything - especially with Terry and his alpha had made it happen.

As he promised.

Their little miracle, Danielle takes to calling it.

Although, when he quickly finds himself with child shortly after their first one, and again after that and after that, being successfully bred multiple times in succession well, he has to admit.

Terry was right - all along about all of it - he was with the wrong man.

[aachria]

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