#i did not reread and edit this so it is probably rly messy

[diolanza]

📚perospero

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Fingers twisted into sheets. Nails scoring into the pale flesh across his back. Bodies flush against each other, sweaty, shaking. Teeth against bared neck. The whisper of praise against the shell of the ear. A messy meeting of lips on lips. Skin on skin. Moans echoed into the darkness of a candle lit bedroom.

❝ Huh? ❞

❝ You'll make a lovely husband someday. ❞

❝ Aren't you listening?! ❞ she sets the tea down with a huff, ❝ I said, you need need to find a wife. You'll make a lovely husband someday.❞

Perospero is brought back to the present by a jab from an elbow to the ribs. His escapades from the night before escape him and he clicks his tongue, glaring to the offender. Katakuri stares at him expectantly, nodding to the space behind his elder brother. He turns and the small gathering of Charlotte siblings all have their eyes on him, giving him the same look. Mama sits at the head of the table, sipping at a cup of tea, eyeing him all the same.

❝ Ah, yes, yes, ❞ Perospero nods eagerly, finally catching onto why everyone had turned their attention to him.

He was lucky. Already proving too useful to simply be promised to some rich noble's daughter when he came of age. If he so chose, he could still marry whichever woman he wanted, with Mama's approval of course. But he'd yet to find a bride, much less a girl that was willing to date him. He'd been given some freedom, yet he squandered it by keeping himself occupied by whichever man decided to warm his bed on the weekends.

Mama hadn't figured it out yet, or she was simply waiting for her son to admit his disinterest in women. She wouldn't be happy, he knew that much. She wanted grandchildren, and plenty of them. Unless he found a particularly interesting child, adoption wouldn't be enough for her.

❝ You'll be the first to know when I find someone, Mama. ❞

Later, when everyone was filing out of the dining room, Perospero tried his best to hurry ahead of the rest of his family, trying to avoid the inevitable talk that at least one of them would want to have with him. He'd barely made it halfway down the hallway before a heavy hand was on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. He let out a long, drawn out sigh before turning to look at Katakuri. His brother gave him little opportunity to shake himself free before he was guiding him down the hall, around the corner, and into a nearby room.

❝ What's your- ❞

❝ Mama's gonna find out eventually, Peros. ❞

With an indignant scoff Perospero, crossed his arms over his chest, leaning his weight into one hip, and glared up at his brother. This wasn't the first time one of his siblings had shown concern for his predicament, and it wouldn't be the last he was sure, but the pressure for him to find someone was only growing stronger. But, for once, he didn't concern himself with his mother's feelings on the matter, not entirely.

❝ No, she won't. Not if we all keep it to ourselves,❞ he tipped his head to the side, earning him a glare from Katakuri.

❝ None of us would do that, you know that. ❞

❝ ...Then why worry about Mama finding out? As long as I'm careful, she won't figure it out. No one's said anything so far, not even the couple of men I've seen. ❞

❝ Mama's not stupid, Peros, ❞ Katakuri's gaze, whether he meant for it to be intense as it was or not, made Perospero slightly shrink. He was tight Mama wasn't stupid, but she was out on the sea with her crew so often, she took little notice of things that weren't told to her. And all of his siblings, at least a few of the older ones, had pretty quickly figured out what was going on. Thankfully, most were willing to be quiet about his sexuality, but many had shown concern for his recent wanton behavior. He'd fallen asleep a little too often in the mornings for there not to be something obvious keeping him up until past midnight.

❝ It isn't like I'll get someone pregnant. ❞

❝ That's not what I mean, dumbass. If Mama finds out, who knows how she'll react. ❞

❝ She won't find out. I've made sure that my flings are perfectly fine with not kissing and telling. None of you will say anything. What's there to worry about? ❞

Katakuri's hands balled into fists at his sides, ❝You! Mama will be furious if she finds out you've been hiding this. It's already been four years since you turned eighteen! You think she'll just keep letting you avoid marriage? ❞

❝ Oh, and you think you can keep up your pace so you'll be useful enough to her? That's the only reason she hasn't married you off. Thank you can keep being perfect? ❞ Perospero was growing tired of his brother's nose in his buisness. Despite the other looking like he was about to wring his neck, he shoving past him and went to the door.

❝ ...We're not done talking. ❞

❝ Yes we are, now leave me alone, ❞ Perospero stomped out into the hall again, leaving his brother standing dumbly in the room behind him.

Mama wouldn't find out. She never would. He'd keep it up for as long as he had to.