#holiest bastard

[raspberrysmoon]

fairytale themed holy sinners moodboard !

requests are open!

rq'ed by my friend moth!

x x x | x x x | x x x

[crossnamara]

fun trick! you can add ted spankoffski to any heterosexual married couple and make it 25% more interesting and 30% Worse

[nerdyratz]

Holiest bastard come eat this up 🗣️❗️

Mark confesses to Karen that he’s in love with Ted but also still in love with karen also and. He just. Like. Cries bc he doesn’t want to break his wife’s heart and feels rly bad and Karen is so supportive and brings up trying out a polyamorous relationship and they both eventually fall in love with Ted <3

[amazingmsme]

Won’t You Stay? (Just a Little Bit Longer)

AN: FINALLY finished the last fic for tickletober! Sorry for the wait, I wanted to finish the other fics first & been pretty busy. This one was a blast to write, & I got to really dive into their relationship dynamic! Mark & Karen def picked Ted up at a bar lmaooo. Anyway, without further ado, here’s day 31!

No warnings, but things are insinuated. Nothing explicit, just some light bondage.

In Hatchetfield, the strange quickly becomes mundane. Having lived there all his life, Ted was not easily phased. He saw weird shit all the time and brushed it off with ease. Yet he was still taken aback when the notoriously prude-y, picture perfect couple that was Karen and Mark Chasity walked up to him at the bar of all places. He didn't even think they went to bars.  He thought uptight christian nut jobs like that fainted at the smell of booze, but apparently he was wrong. He was wrong about a lot of things, lately.

"So, what's the score?" Mark asked as he slid up to the bar, pointing at one of the numerous flat screens above shelves of liquor. "21 to six," he answered with a smirk, taking a swig of his beer. Mark let out a low whistle.

"Geez, they're getting creamed." Ted scoffed in amusement, looking him up and down.

"Don't tell me you're a fuckin' Cowboys fan," he taunted. He chuckled shyly, ducking his head.

"What can I say? I like to root for the underdogs."

Was he hallucinating, or did Mark just fucking wink at him? Wasn't his wife right there? Wait, where did she go? He could've sworn she had been clinging to his arm just a second ago-

"A piña colada please," Karen spoke up on his left. He nearly jumped out of his skin because when the hell did she sit down? And shouldn't she have at least sat on his other side? Maybe, I don't know, next to her husband?

Apparently, she wasn't done with her order, feeling the need to specify, "And make it dirty." She was looking directly at him when she said that, twirling a lock of hair around her finger as she bit her lip.

Ted was extremely confused. If he didn't know any better, he'd say they were coming onto him. But that was impossible! There's no way in hell that they would be looking for a third, and especially not someone like him.

They were nothing but pure vanilla, as pristine as the driven snow. He was like a muddy puddle. This was just a coincidence. A really, really weird coincidence.

"I'll have a Jim Beam, on the rocks. Actually, make that two."

Okay, maybe they were trying to take him home.

"That's okay, I'm fine with a beer," he tried to decline, but Mark insisted.

"We all deserve a taste of the finer things in life."

Ted felt a blush creep to his cheeks, and not just from the alcohol. He couldn't remember the last time a sexual advancement had made him this flustered.

"Don't you agree?" Mark prompted when Ted didn't answer. He shook himself out of it and nodded vigorously.

"It's what separates us from the animals," he said, trying to sound smart.

"Well I couldn't agree more," Karen added, looking past Ted to her husband. And just like that, they found their third.

~~~

Things were admittedly a little awkward and stiff at first, but they quickly found their groove. They both were surprisingly kinky, not that Ted was complaining. It was just... so unexpected coming from them.

It felt nice being in on their dirty little secret. Or was he the secret in question?

Oh well. He supposed it didn't matter. Not when things were this good.

Ted flopped back on the bed, lying between the pair with a relaxed smile on his face. Karen snuggled closer to his right side, Mark lacing their fingers together on his left.

"That was really fun," Karen purred, walking her fingers up his chest.

"I'll say," Mark chimed in, offering a quick peck to Ted's cheek. He leaned across him so he could reach Karen, kissing her cheek.

"Yeah, you guys are amazing," he said, still breathless and dazed. "Same time again next week?" he asked, only half joking.

"Hey, there's no need to rush off again," Mark assured.

"Yeah, who are you? Cinderella?" she teased, the wine making her giggle at her own joke. Tipsy Karen was absolutely adorable. "Stay for a while," she insisted softly.

"That's okay, I don't wanna overstay my welcome," he shot back playfully. But what was meant as a lighthearted joke clearly struck a chord with each of them.

"After everything, you don't think you're welcome to just relax in our home? You're not just our lover, you're our guest. Stay; have a snack, watch some TV, whatever you wanna do." And didn't that sound nice...

But Ted Spankoffski never really had nice things. Or if he did, they didn't stick around for long.

"You sure? 'Cause if you're busy, I can get outta your hair," he offered, nervous butterflies fluttering about in the pit of his stomach. He's used to being the bootycall; to showing up on a whim for some casual sex, and getting kicked back out on the streets once they were done with him. But they actually wanted him to stay, which was why it was too good to be true.

"Oh I can be busy, if that's what you want," Mark growled, rolling over to straddle Ted's waist. He leaned down to plant a kiss to his lips, lingering with a gentle bite. Ted hummed, melting into the bed.

"You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Chasity," Ted smirked.

"I try," he shot him a wink, allowing his hand to roam Ted's chest.

"So why don't you ever want to stay?" Karen asked, with an exaggerated pout. The question caught him off guard, so he answered honestly.

"I want to stay, just... still not really used to the idea of you guys wanting that too," he admitted. Normally, he's never allow himself to be so vulnerable and bold with his emotions. But Mark and Karen were different. They didn't judge people, even people like him who should be judged, and they were nice. Like, genuinely nice. When he was with them, he felt seen and heard. He had spent nearly his whole life trying to run away from his emotions, but with them, he could finally relax.

"Oh Ted... Of course we want that," Karen spoke barely above a whisper, carding her fingers through his hair. Ted looked between them hopefully.

"Really?"

She offered a sweet, radiant smile. "Really."

"You're not just saying that to cheer me up?" he asked playfully.

"No, if we wanted to cheer you up, we'd do this!" Without warning, Mark began scribbling over his sides, drawing out a surprised giggly shriek.

"Hehehey wahahahait! D-dohon't!" he whined, flopping around uselessly on the bed.

"Why not? Is someone a little bit tiiiiiicklish?" Karen chimed in, using her long nails to flutter under his chin. He snorted and slammed his neck against his shoulder for protection.

"Noho!" he denied, a giddy, nervous grin plastered to his face.

"Uh oh honey, looks like we've got ourselves a liar," Mark taunted from above. His hands continued to knead the slight pudge around his middle, drawing out a few deeper laughs.

"Oh no, what should we do?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"I think..." Mark trailed off for dramatic effect, smirking when he heard Ted whine. "We should get the cuffs." The way Ted's eyes snapped open to look at them was priceless.

"What?" he screeched, excitement bubbling up inside him.

"That's the punishment for dirty rotten liars," Karen purred,  leaning over the side of the bed to rummage through their box of toys. She popped back up, showing off a pair of fuzzy, leopard print cuffs.

"Ihihi wasn't-" he began to protest, but Mark shushed him by placing a finger to his smiling lips.

"Don't try to back out now," Mark said, cocking his head to the side. "Arms up, tough guy."

"Why don't you make mehehe!" his defiant protest melted away into giggles. He didn't bother holding back his laughter; he doubted he could even if he wanted to.

Even through his delirium, he knew they were doing this for him. To make him relax, to show him they really cared... And to tease the living hell out of him.

God, they knew him so well.

He didn't resist when Mark slowly raised his arms above his head, snapping the cuffs into place, looping the short chain around the headboard. Ted gave his arms a weak tug, just for show. He squirmed in anticipation, a giddy smile plastered on his face from the threat of what was to come.

"You're gonna stay right there until we decide you can go. Got that?" Karen asked, cocking her head expectantly. Her tone was halfway between stern and caring.

"Yehes ma'am!" he agreed, arching his back when she slowly scribbled along his bare waistline.

"And we won't stop until you admit to yourself that we want you around for more than just sex," Mark added pointedly. Ted couldn't help but smirk at the new caveat.

"Well in that case, we'd be here ahahall nihihight! Ihihit was just ahaha joke!"

"Our love is no laughing matter!" Karen chastised through her own giggles, the fucking hypocrite.

“Oh, I got a joke for ya! What’s a pirate’s favorite letter of the alphabet?” Mark asked, barely able to finish his sentence before Ted answered.

“Ihihit’s R!”

“Ooo, close, but no.”

“What?” he screeched in shock before it took on a higher pitch as Mark dug into his ribs. Apparently, answering wrong had consequences.

“A pirate’s favorite letter is C! Get it? ‘Cause they sail the seas!”

“Thahat fuckin’ suhuhucks! No no wahahait, I’m sohohorry!” Ted apologized the moment he began vibrating his clawed hands against his ribcage.

“Language! You’re lucky I don’t wash your mouth out with soap instead,” Karen teased, kneading into his soft tummy. He snorted and bucked his hips, unable to dislodge the hands attacking his torso.

“Ihihi’m aha grown ass mahahan, I-I cahan say whatehehever I wahahant!”

“Really? Could’ve fooled me with that laugh of yours,” Mark taunted, enjoying the blush spreading across Ted’s cheeks.

“Hehehey!” he whined exaggeratedly.

“Oh Mark, be nice,” she mock scolded her husband, shooting him a contradictory wink. He smirked back.

“I am being nice. He’s not even screaming yet.”

“Mark!” Ted yelped at the playful threat.

“What? I’m just kidding!” he chuckled, crawling his fingers higher to scratch inside his exposed pits. He leaned in close to growl directly in Ted’s ear, ensuring he could be heard over his hysterics. “Or am I?”

Ted didn’t know what he did to deserve this. He didn’t know what he did to deserve them. They were kind, and cruel, and everything Ted could ever ask for, and he was grateful they chose him.

[tonydaddingham]

want a crack theory? i'll give you a crack theory. right what if metatron knew about the body swap, and that's why he offered coffee to aziraphale, something we've never seen him drink. of course there's the implications of the 'give me coffee or give me death', but he was offering the coffee to weedle out whether or not aziraphale was in fact aziraphale, or if he was crowley

[insinirate]

brushing up on sir galahad lore is FUNNY as hell hes the churchs mary sue and he is their meowest little meow

[yanderefarm]

yandere angel who’s sooo sweet and devoted ? like a cupid or something

yandere angel

cw;; blood, violence, yandere tendencies, abusive relationships, religion, corruption

you: sweet and devoted!!

me: he's so devoted to you he wants to make you bleed. got it.

no but really i hope his weird sweetness comes across. i was having a hard time writing this one. i knew i wanted to do something with the idea of a cupid becoming literally sick with love and the idea of a human just inherently corrupting an angel. i almost wrote y/n as a lot more of a bastard while the angel was just broken by mistreatment but i decided against that bc it might make some people uncomfortable.

ultimately i decided that he's a bit of a bastard and y/n is jaded. i like writing different types of sickness for different yanderes. i think a yandere who wants to monopolize you so badly that he'd be excited if he was the only thing you ever looked at with anger or fear is fun. he wants to take care of you and make you happy of course! he loves you so much. but if you're going to be bad and make him hurt you then he'll enjoy watching you in pain. i also like to imagine sometimes y/n gets back at him by hurting him too. he wouldn't mind if you were sadistic as long as you only showed him that side of yourself.

i don't really have any plans to elaborate on him more than this unless people end up liking him and wanting more of him.

he starts off as a good normal angel, he's a cupid it's his job to help people find love. after a night with you he becomes corrupted and bound to you. he lives with you, cooks your meals, makes your bed, just generally takes care of you. but he's sick. if too many people love you he'll have to kill them so it's best for you if you don't spend time with anyone but him. you're so afraid of what he'll do you can only go to work and home.

there's a story in myth that speaks of what happens when you lust after angels, an unforgivable sin to lust after and corrupt that which represents god. the punishment for humans is their undoing, a mythical unraveling at the seems until there is nothing of you left. but what of the angel? some say that corrupted angels have their wings ripped from their back and they're thrown down into hell. 

you wish that was the case. 

the angel that follows behind you is not currently spending eternity in a pit of fire and you are not currently being ripped apart cosmically. in fact it wouldn't be odd to assume that you two had suffered no punishment for defiling god's holiest creation. you couldn't be entirely sure that the angel had actually been punished but you certainly had been. you can feel deep inside of you something happened to your soul that night, something was taken away from you. according to the angel his punishment was his obsession with you but you couldn't necessarily see how it was a punishment when he seemed so happy. honestly you didn't even trust him that he wasn't always this obsessed creep. 

what kind of normal angel thinks that it's a good idea to flirt with a human at a bar to "get your self esteem up"? either he was just that stupid or he'd always been this broken. even if he was just that stupid he had to know what would happen to him if he went back to your house with you. you hadn't known shit. you thought that you were just getting a casual hook up after your last relationship ended in you feeling undesirable and unlovable. you weren't trying to lust after any angel! and now you were stuck with him forever. 

you think you might hate him. no one else can see him because he's in his angelic form and all day he's either pushing your friends away from you or he's overwhelming you with all his "love". you watch as he's putting sewing needles in your coworkers lunch. he claims that this coworker has feelings for you. you both know that the only one eating the needles will be you. maybe that's why he puts more in there. you think he might hate you too. 

in a few hours you're standing outside your office building coughing up blood and little pieces of metal. "could.... you ......sto-stop?" 

his hand gently rubs your back as you cough. "I'll stop when he's dead." 

"im no-not... gh-gonna let you... bastard..." your body is trembling. 

"mm~ then i guess I won't stop." he's getting some sick enjoyment out of this you're sure. 

you can feel your vision getting darker and your head falls against him. you feel his arms craddle you so tenderly and you honestly miss coughing up needles. 

it's always like that. neither of you die no matter what either of you do. you're trapped together until the end of time. maybe this is what they meant by unraveling you, your mind will wither away until there's nothing left of you. sometimes you let yourself believe he means it when he says he loves you. sometimes you think you might love him too. 

[crossnamara]

love just adding ted to a straight couple to watch the chaos

Hatchetfield rarepairs pleease

holloway/becky

mark/karen/ted (holiest bastard)

holloway/emma

mark/gary

holloway/duke/ted

gary/man in a hurry/mark (attornity in a hurry)

(this happens only in one specific au I'm writing but you gotta know it exists) karen/emma

[see-arcane]

(Needless song dissection incoming)

Okay, I know the lyrics match up tonally with Jonathan's stay in Transylvanian Vampire Hell, hence 'so far from home~,' but it's starting to click home to me as something Dracula must have had on his brain as of/just after October 3rd.

The most obvious reason is that, like the rest of the @re-dracula tunes, it would only make sense to have "Inside You" happening within chronological order of events. Why backpedal all the way to the opening for a time-misplaced tune?

But the subtler reason it's most likely placed right around October 3rd's events? Potentially right after Dracula got a look at white-haired, hollow burning-eyed Jonathan in Piccadilly (and got duly mugged at kukri point)? The style of the song. It's a jaunty, whirling, waltzing, stage-ready melody.

The kind of song Dracula would likely never have heard and summarily gotten stuck in his head until he was in England and in reach of a stage. You don't need an invitation to a theatre! Everyone is welcome with a ticket! So he mills inside the same way he idled his way into wolf-browsing at the zoo, and takes in a show. And the music hooks his ear.

Cue today's spectacle, replete with making the one move guaranteed to enrage and devastate his runaway solicitor--so far from (his) home--and lay the groundwork for the young man ultimately crawling back into his thrall. Holiest love and all.

Jonathan won't stay put to be turned and take his place with the Brides like a good new addition? Jonathan wants to join his nuisance busy-brained beloved in mucking up Dracula's plans for England? Jonathan, the man who belongs belonged to him, wants to defy him, strike at him with more than a spade?

Fine.

Mina is damned by force. It is a heinous assault, but the job is done in minutes, the horror left to stain things in the bastard's absence.

But Jonathan? As the tune gleefully, insidiously implies, Dracula wants to shoulder him back through the gamut of their past roles, to take the time to make him plead for mercy that won't come (for him or her), wringing out the old doomed song and dance from his former captive until all the light he saw in his eyes--hollow-burning, strong, vicious, meaning to make the hunter the hunted--go out before Jonathan is dragged, beaten and broken at last, into the state he barely escaped in the castle.

And, like all the knife-twisting acts of that hellish summer stay, Jonathan will have to do it by choice.

Facing the wolves or waiting out the night.

Kill her or join her, my sweet friend. Don't look so sour, Jonathan. No one is forcing you to do this. Ha ha.

Even in his own sourest moods to come--and the bloodsucking fucker will have PLENTY to be sour about in future entries, get wrecked you undead prick--I imagine humming the little tune to himself will be some balm.

Ugh.

[therealslimsanji]

Mini Rant Incoming

(Please feel free to skip)

I've seen a ton of posts declaring "OPLA!Sanji is definitely only a top" and "OPLA!Zoro is definitely only a bottom" and I'M looking at these two idjits like...HOW??

Now in my humble opinion, (that I'm aware no one asked for, needed, or wanted in their lives), both these dumb-dumbs switch it up depending on whatever the situation calls for.

I see OPLA!Sanji being bratty and antagonizing in order to get OPLA!Zoro to absolutely DOMINATE him and the cheeky obnoxious bastard is smiling the whole time Zoro is growling and ripping off clothes. Because he knows Zoro loves it. He sees it in the dark glint of the swordsmans' eyes when they look back at him ravenous. He sees it in the cocky smirk that tugs at the corner of Mosshead's lips. And when those same lips immediately latch on to taste and explore every single inch of the Shitty Waiter's skin, Sanji can hear it in the barely audible "mine" that Zoro hisses possessively against the flushed flesh over and over.

On the flipside of that, OPLA!Zoro can also be an incredibly tender, affectionate man. But ONLY behind the tightest of closed doors. Because by this point he knows his cook inside out. He knows exactly how to render the annoying blond speechless. He knows that Sanji is a romantic and a selfless giver as Zoro's been on the receiving end of Sanji's attentiveness and gentle doting touches many times.

He knows Sanji will also sometimes ignore his own needs and wants in favor of endlessly pleasing his partner.

So when opportunity strikes in the privacy of whatever semi comfortable space they can find, the Pirate Hunter will take his precious time with the Cook. Taking him apart with a torturous, calculated slowness. He doesn't usually say much outside of "shhh.." when the blond's begging and whimpering gets too loud and "I've got you, Shit Cook," that's chuckled affectionately into the blond's gasping mouth. On those nights, Sanji has usually cum several times and is nearly delirious with pleasure before Zoro finally chases his own release. And when he hits his euphoric peak, he whispers "I love you" into sweaty blond hair over and over.

When Zoro does bottom, many times it's on nights when he knows Sanji needs to be in control. When he knows, sometimes without the Cook even having to come out and say it, that Sanji's past has been fucking extra hard with him and sometimes he just needs to fuck something harder to feel grounded again. But Sanji is never too rough. Even when Zoro gives him permission to be. Because Sanji is so caring it's almost to a fault. He could never hurt the ones he loves the way the ones who were supposed to love him have hurt him in the past.

When Sanji tops those nights, Zoro will silently link one their hands together while the other brushes sweaty golden bangs back behind the chef's ear. He'll pull the boy above him impossibly closer and kiss away Sanji's stubborn tears. With foreheads pressed together, Zoro will whisper "I love you, Sanji." and Sanji's heart will swell in his chest so much that it almost physically hurts.

They'll reach climax together with Sanji chanting out how much he fucking loves the stupid swordsman like the holiest unholy prayer.

And afterward, Zoro wraps both muscular arms around his boy protectively, silently vowing to do anything and everything in his mortal power to keep Sanji safe, loved and happy.

No matter what it costs.

[the-punforgiven]

I love imagining old King Arthur myths from the perspective of any other character

Imagine you're a king, sittin' at home, chillin. You hold a party and everyone comes over, everyone's socializing and having fun, even your brother came over, isn't that cool?

but then some asshole comes in, calls your brother a murderer, and stabs him to death in the middle of your party. you're like "Bro wtf" and, as one tends to do when confronted by this level of a social faux pas, pull a sword off the wall to try and kill this dickhead and avenge your now-dead brother. Unfortunately, while you manage to break his stupid knife this fuckin guy's a squirrely little bastard and kicks down the door to you Super Secret Jesus Room while you're trying to kill him, leaps over the Holy Fucking Grail, and steals one of your other precious artifacts of Christ, the Lance of Longinus, THE literal spear that stabbed the Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, that spear, that stabbed him in the side while he was on the cross, one of the holiest items you own, that was fucking floating in midair, this random fuckin guy grabs it, whirls around, and just straight-up stabs you directly in the fuckin dick with the same spearpoint that's tasted the blood of Christ

and then your castle explodes 👍

[crossnamara]

what if you drew... karen and mark... and maybe ted with them? world's worst polycule <3

THEM

ignore the hands, i did not want to draw them<3

[eparvierr]

for the ship thingg,,,, holiest bastard (chasitys/ted) and/or dukebur/social apple,,,,,,,

argh im sorry......karen is a lesbian in my heart...........i kinda like holy bastard but only if they have an unhappy ending (cant imagine a world where they have a happy one though) but social apple is SOOOO delicious. its my jam tbh. sweet innocent guy x fucked up evil denim bitch? sign me UP

[amazingmsme]

(Little holiestbastard/Karen x mark x Ted thing for you holiestbastard enjoyers <3) Hear me out real quick,

Ted is just. So out of it one day and mark and Karen notices it, so they ask him about it and, Ted being Ted, acts like it’s nothing, also saying stuff like “why do you two even care?” And just walking away, later on Ted is found being held by either mark or karen while the other is tickling him like nothing <3

Omg I LOVE this! Ted who thinks he’s nothing more than a threesome bootycall, but Mark & Karen actually love & care for him despite how distant & abrasive he tries to be. Don’t get me wrong, that’s definitely how it started, but they’ve both developed real feelings for that hot bastard!

Maybe he was a little too honest with them about how he feels (he’s the third wheel they brought in to spice up the bedroom & save their marriage, nothing more) & so they shower him with their love & affection to try & assure him they really do care, & when he’s still not really buying it, they decide to slowly & gently wreck him until he believes it

Think I finally know what I’m doing for the aftercare prompt! Thank you! This is seriously so cute, I can’t wait to write it!

[laspocelliere]

Day Six: Ring

She didn’t have a wedding ring.

They’d married each other under the pines, in the clear winter air, when the sunset had painted the sky in watercolours of saffron and rose. Pressed together against the cold, they’d ducked into the long-forgotten ruins of an abandoned church on the hillside, its abandoned, broken stones draped with an eternal blanket of clean, new snow.

Around them, nothing but silence.

Alone in the world together, they’d stood bathed in ruby winter light, whispering promises only meant for each other. They’d slipped out of Ishgard like ghosts, shedding their titles and responsibilities, leaving them behind like weapons dropped after a battle hard-won. With naught to offer each other save the insubstantial, unbreakable contents of two hearts beating in time, understanding still dawned that they needed no one’s permission to do what felt most natural in the world. 

Nothing else mattered.

Alone and in secret, a girl with no family wed a knight with no name. They spoke hushed, fervent wedding vows to each other, sealed with lips and deed alike, binding them together with an oath more sacred than any church across the star could have provided.

They hadn’t planned a wedding. He’d asked under the pines, and she’d agreed under the sunset, and in the same moment they made it so. Unable to stay, and unwilling to leave, standing dangerously on the precipice of the unknown, she’d taken his hand and his promise both; that regardless of where she found herself in the world, she would have him, and he would have her.

With nothing at hand, he’d twisted his own ring off his forefinger. It had been given to him by his father, in great ceremony, as he’d stepped into his title, risen up from lowly bastard child to the highest rank of the holiest knights in the land. A holy relic of the church, passed down through generations over thousands of years in careful tradition. And now it was hers. The ring held the light of a thousand dragonfires in its stone heart, the impossibly rare blue shade of the diamond shining the deep blue of a wine-dark sea in the waning winter sunlight.

The knight had no name, but he did have authority, undeserving as he felt it was. He called it forth with his half-smile that thawed the ice around her heart, and he dared the gods to question what they themselves had brought together. With his eyes on hers, he’d slid the ring on her finger, and called her beloved. 

Called her his wife.

The girl had no family, but she could have him, and having him was as natural to who she was now as the very skin she inhabited. The ring didn’t fit, but she never hesitated, sliding it carefully on her first finger instead. A secret token, known to them and them alone. With her eyes on his, she promised herself to him, body and soul and whatever was left between, and called him beloved.

Called him her husband.

The mountains and the wintery forest were their witnesses, and the distant call of lonely birds were their wedding bells. They kissed in the dying sunlight, keeping each other warm, and steady, against whatever was to come. The stone on her finger winked softly in the fading glow of the sunset as she pulled him to her, holding him for as long as possible, for as long as he held her in return.

Forever, he whispered against her lips, again and again until she could never doubt it.

The girl with no family and the knight with no name had never belonged to anyone, until they belonged to each other.

Stars shone bright over Coerthas by the time they finally slipped away again, fingers delicately linked. Ready to drop carefully apart as soon as they were in view of the city, as though nothing had happened out there in the snow. Bonded, instead, in a new way that would never be severed, no matter how severely they would come to be tested.

She didn’t have a wedding ring.

She didn’t need one.

[msfbgraves]

Daniel wasn’t educated to be a broodmare, but does he lowkey feel like that sometimes, especially having so many kids in such quick succession? I mean, he hardly has the pup and then Terry puts another in him. The man is obsessed with breeding him, it almost seems. And I definitely feel that if Daniel had green lit the idea, Terry would have very happily given him 20 or so pups. (I exaggerate lol.)

It still blows my mind that omega/omega is not socially acceptable even if it’s a male omega/female omega. They can still have puppies!! That’s what this society loves, puppies!! 

omega/omega/Alpha comes off as the Alpha being a lucky bastard lol. Alpha/Alpha/omega reminds me of Terry/Amanda/Daniel in another AU lol. Which I fully support lmao.

Anthony is such a socialite bitch haha. Love that for him. And I am here for Tory/Sam, though it would break Daniel’s traditional heart. Terry, I think, would be fine with it, especially as Tory is John’s, and John’s his best buddy.

Every society in the world, Nonnie, has ideological customs that do not make a lick of sense, or have long stopped making sense. So yes, this society does love puppies, but has decided that since Christ is the embodiment of the Alpha and the omega, the holiest union is of Alpha and omega - which means omegas 'belong' to Alphas. Is that how people behave? No! Is that what is best for the wellbeing of the entire group? Nyet! Is it absolutely necessary? What, now? With decidedly fewer rampaging rhinos to jump in front of? Mais non! Is the Catholic Church a powerful institution? Certo! There's no reason omega/omega couldn't work in the 1930's and beyond. It's just that Alphas are extremely good at getting their way, and boy howdy, do they want to get their knot stuck. With God backing them up on that.... imagine if not only one, but two omegas got off the marriage market to happily raise puppies by themselves? Catastrophe, there's only one omega for every two Alphas as it is, that means with an omega couple four Alphas go omegaless, and there's only so many beta women too. Fine, Alphas do tend to die younger, but that would still lead to metrics that would leave some Alphas in the cold and that CANNOT happen. Even when two omegas are almost certain to have an omega pup, so in the mid to long run it would actually lead to MORE omegas, you Alpha dickheads, Alphas can barely stay alive long enough to reach 18 before dying from recklessness, they cannot wait that long. Also some omegas don't feel like putting up with their demands - you can't have them think they have like, a say in the matter, they might well say no!

Oh, yes, Alpha/Alpha/omega does happen, as well as Alpha/beta/omega (which mostly happens to omega women, sigh.) But those are not recognised unions. Omega/omega/Alpha usually are polygamous unions; concubine like situations. Without genetic testing, who was to say that an omega baby not simply resembled their mother and not their Alpha father? So some children of the Chinese emperor are only the offspring of their concubines but so what? Imperial omegas are a goldmine on the arranged marriage market. They can't rule anyway.

Anthony is going to rule Conneticut, Milan, Paris, or wherever he ends up. He'll give entirely new meaning to the phrase "killer eyeliner", mark my words.

Terry is actually the more traditional one, Nonnie! Daniel simply happened to slot into a role in society that both suits him and his society approves of. But he'd have eloped with Kumiko in a heartbeat, rules be damned! He sees what is happening with Sam and Tory, sees his beloved girl get tangled up in a doomed love that she doesn't even know is one, while Terry and John watch them go at it with a look of two proud fathers seeing nothing but their Alpha pups testing their strength against each other... But Daniel won't tell Terry what he thinks is going on, he'll let it run its course, because Terry would stop it and he doesn't want that for his darling. Terry is the one who tried to desperately find a beta girl because he thought there was no other option in life if a boy omega was unattainable.

No, Daniel is not some model omega because he thinks God demands that from him, he's simply comfortable.

Also, for your first question - it's betas who can get pregnant from every casual quickie. Suppose you don't want kids, your husband doesn't want kids but he does want a quick orgasm and if that knocks you up it's a risk he's willing to take! Daniel can't really get pregnant outside of heats - he could if he became attuned to a beta mate, or indeed an omega mate for a long time, but he's all Alpha mode. [I really am making this up as I go, there is so little established omega/beta worldbuilding]. So, if Terry knocks him up, that's because his body, his mental state, everything, is ready for it. And he loves being pregnant as much as Terry loves breeding him! A pup in his arms, two at his side and one under his heart, gah, it's a high for him. He's told Terry himself that after Anthony, he felt a strange loneliness at not being pregnant! Still, after the two youngest, he's sat heats out rather than get pregnant again. Nine's enough. He needs to be there for when Anthony starts his army of pups, because that boy is dying for them.