#remus and romulus ass twins story what YEAR is it

[grimalkinmessor]

Okay okay okay. So. I have yoinked the translations. And here are my thoughts on chapter 407.

All For One was not born evil, he was literally just born as a baby. Do you condemn people that ate their twin in the womb for killing their would-be sibling and say that they're born evil? NO.

I very much think—especially with the rats and the river thing even though I also think that's some mythology bullshit Remus and Romulus style—that All For One and Yoichi likely weren't taken in by humans for a WHILE. LOOK AT BABY FOR ONE. NO ONE IS PICKING THAT FUCKING THING UP AND TAKING IT HOME. Do you expect children raised by wolves not to bite you? Honest to God the most surprising thing about that whole chapter was the fact that Yoichi had morals. And that either of them knew how to speak human language at all. Like,,,,Yoichi becoming a morally good person after having his twin yoink most of his nutrients in the womb, cannibalizing his mother's corpse with said twin, and then likely growing up in the fucking woods after almost being eaten by rats and drowning in a river—that's a fucking miracle!! Yoichi is the odd one here!! Where did his morals come from?? Sir where did you get those? The world sure as hell didn't give them to you because DAMN.

My point is that had Baby For One been taken in by a nice family and gotten a shit ton of fucking therapy for his apathy and feralness he might've been alright. Or—maybe not alright but definitely not the creature that we saw in this chapter good LORD. I'm now convinced that any humanity that All For One developed came solely from the need to manipulate people. Otherwise he'd still be stabbing and biting them to death in complete silence like (⁠●⁠_⁠_⁠●⁠)

ANYWAY. Their backstory very pointedly focuses only on several key, damning points in All For One's history. The sapping of nutrients from Yoichi, the eating of their mother, the stealing of her Quirk, the killing of civilians and law enforcement alike—everything that leads up to his name. All For One. And yet it doesn't answer any of the other questions! Like where he and Yoichi grew up, WHAT HIS REAL NAME IS (which. is this now confirmation that AFO named Yoichi. did i get that part right at least. did i.), how they survived beyond that initial river flood, the progression of the world beyond them. I have more questions, not less.

Plus—Yoichi was clothed. All For One was in what seemed to be rags. Yoichi did not seem to be starving or severely ill. Which means that All For One likely was taking care of his basic needs as the "stronger" sibling. Because Yoichi was one of his "things", and of course he wouldn't want his things to be overly sickly and thin and dirty. If I'm not mistaken I'm pretty sure Yoichi even had shoes, while All For One was wandering around barefoot like a little vagabond. Now, All For One definitely beat Yoichi up plenty, we can see plenty of evidence of that both in this chapter and past ones—as long as Yoichi isn't irreparably harmed then AFO doesn't seem to have a problem whacking him around to keep him in line. They were probably never openly affectionate or even emotionally close, but Yoichi was still the only person that All For One seems to see as...a person. And even then :')

ANYWAY, my point is that you can't criticize the chapter for having an unreliable narrator, because they've literally done that before. Multiple times throughout this series, there have been multiple backstories revealed ONLY TO BE REREVEALED FROM A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE. I'm fairly sure, since we get All For One's inner thoughts and not Yoichi's, that 407 is from AFO's perspective. Another reason to believe it's from his perspective is because there's no other way that anyone could've known that their mother was a prostitute and she died by the river giving birth to them, other than All For One having access to those memories through the vestige of his mother's Quirk. I think that's also why Yoichi's death scene was so vague—All For One likely blocked a lot of it out.

I think we'll get Yoichi's perspective at some point too (we BETTER get Yoichi's perspective), but for a chapter seen through All For One, it's a lot like Tomura's origin chapter. Of course All For One, the chunni asshole edgelord, paints himself as someone who was BORN evil. Who ignores the nuance to go NO I WAS ALWAYS EVIL I WAS MADE TO BE LIKE THIS BECAUSE I ENJOY IT IMMENSELY.

Tldr; 407 was AFO's perspective of his own origin, which includes an incredible amount of bias and lacks a lot of the basic answers that an origin story usually gives. He IS evil, but it's naive to say he was born that way.

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Spinning Wheel Chapter 1 (A/B/O)

This is the first chapter of my medieval/fantasy a/b/o fic, Spinning Wheel (also on AO3). This fic is basically my attempt at a Sanders Sides A/B/O Game of Thrones (on a much smaller scale). The text in this post vanished for some reason so I am reuploading the story text--thus the brief introduction!

Tags/Warnings: Remrom (noncon), nonconsensual breeding, violence, Alpha/Beta/Omega, King Romulus, angst

          The castle was bustling with activity, some of it positive, some of it fearful—most of it fearful. King Romulus and his son Remus had been leading the kingdom’s armies in war with enemies across the East Sea. The king had come and gone several times, but his son had been away for four years. Today, the prince would be arriving in the kingdom to remain at the castle until the battle was ended. Why remained a subject of debate, but with less than a day’s warning, servants and guards had a lot to do besides gossip. Virgil was one of them. He was manservant to Remus’ twin brother, prince Roman. He had been gifted to Roman on his fifth birthday, when Virgil had only just turned four a month before. They’d grown up together, Virgil learning to serve while Roman learned to handle a sword from the castle guard, and learned to sing and read and compose from his mother the Queen. Romulus himself had paid little attention to the boy—especially when Roman emerged as an omega while Remus was a dominant, powerful alpha like his father.

            Virgil himself was a beta despite his mother’s tendency to produce alphas, and it had been a fortunate occurrence. There were no alphas allowed within the castle walls other than King Romulus and his son, so by the time Virgil turned sixteen, an age when even the latest blooming alphas would have long-since emerged, Virgil was labelled a beta who could remain at Roman’s side. Roman spent his time competing in any tournaments put on by his father or any of their allies. Now an expert in swordplay, it was long suspected that Roman would become his father’s Knight Commander and lead the king’s armies while Remus took the throne. Through it all, Virgil remained a steadfast companion and servant, never far from his prince.

           Just now, Virgil had been summoned down to the apothecary in the castle’s lower level where the castle chemist awaited. Roman wasn’t sick, nor had he sent Virgil for anything, so it was strange to be summoned—especially when he should be helping Roman prepare for what would no doubt be a very public reunion with his twin brother. The smell of medicine and uneasy magic stung Virgil’s nose when he stepped into the large apothecary, “Deceit?”

           The man looked up from his desk and stood. He was usually an even-tempered man, hard to rattle, but he looked worried, and that made Virgil’s stomach tighten. “Thank you for coming Virgil. I need to tell you about the prince’s arrival.”

          “I heard when the letter was read in the servant’s quarters,” Virgil dismissed. “I should be upstairs helping Prince Roman prepare.”

          “Yes,” Deceit said softly. “That is precisely why I called you down here. I have news that isn’t pleasant, and I’ve been threatened with death should it get out. So now I have to ask the obvious question. Will you swear yourself to secrecy?”

           “If it’s about Roman, I won’t speak a word to anyone,” Virgil said. “You’re worrying me.”

          “Good,” Deceit said. “You should be worried. Remus isn’t coming home to man the castle for his father, or to find a mate or a bride. He’s coming home on a much more sinister errand. King Romulus has decided that Remus must have the purest possible son, an alpha prince to put in line for the throne before Roman.”

           Virgil shrugged, “That’s not surprising. Roman has no interest in the crown, though. Second sons rarely sit on the throne.”

           “Roman is second son by fifteen minutes, hardly a solid claim on Remus’ part, but that is beside the point. Your prince is to be bred, Virgil. He’ll be producing the heir you idiot boy.” Deceit rubbed his hands over his face, “I called you down here to fetch a medicinal tea for him. It will help relax him… prepare him for what Remus plans to do. There won’t be any fanfare or banquets. The moment Remus’ boots touch the palace floor, he is to begin his task.”

           Virgil was silent, dumbfounded, baffled and horrified. He blinked and stared hard at the steaming cup Deceit held out to him. “I… but that would be-”

          “Incest? In a royal family? How unheard of!” Deceit muttered. “I share your disdain, but the only thing to do now is try and make it as painless as possible for Roman until the dark deed is done. Now go before it gets cold.”

           Virgil took the tea numbly and turned away, hurrying out and up the stone stairs. He passed the crowds of servants without seeing them, returned greetings without hearing them. His heart was hammering so hard in his chest that he could barely breathe. Stopping just outside of Roman’s bedchamber, he took a few deep breaths to calm himself. Roman knew his face too well not to spot panic if it was there.

           When Virgil entered, Roman spun around, a broad grin on his face, “Virgil! Did you hear? Remus is arriving at the castle today! Permanently! I think I’m to be named father’s Knight Commander. Do you think this cape is nice enough? Does it clash with my regalia?”

           “It’s only your brother. He’s seen your honors, Your Highness,” Virgil said, stepping forward with the ceramic cup. “Your tea.”

           “I didn’t send for tea,” Roman said, but he took it with a smile. “Another medicine from Deceit?”

           Virgil nodded, “It’s a… muscle relaxer. He suspected you’d be nervous about your brother’s arrival.”

          “Perhaps,” Roman said. “We haven’t been in the same room for well over four years. I’m surprised father didn’t return with him. It seems like an event.”

           Virgil winced but managed to turn it into a smile for Roman’s sake, “You being named Knight Commander would truly be an event, Your Highness.”

           “I’m going to wear my red cape instead,” Roman said. “Fetch it would you, please? I want to look my best. What if father commissioned a portrait of the meeting? I may not get time to change.”

           “Of course, Your Highness,” Virgil said. He walked to the dressing chamber that held rows and rows of clothing, some for tournaments, some for balls, some for banquets, political meetings, specific holidays, and Roman’s red velvet cape that had been designed specifically to match the favorite cape of his late mother. Virgil took it down gently and shook it out, admiring the soft garment and resisting the urge to bury his face in the gathering of fabric and inhale the scent of Roman—or what passed for scent to a beta. Instead, he returned to help his prince prepare for what would likely be one of the worst days of his life.

            Only an hour later, Prince Remus’ footfalls sounded heavily down the carpeted hallway, and his swagger was palpable as Virgil struggled to keep up. The pheromones hung heavy in the air as he entered Roman’s chambers, and the prince recognized his brother before he even heard the door open. Virgil followed quickly before he had the door shut in his face. Roman was at the window again and he turned in surprise, “Remus! I thought you’d call me downstairs.”

           Remus’s nose twitched and he smirked, “Omega.” The greeting was more purred than spoken, and Roman’s discomfort was instant.

           “Father didn’t give me the reason for your return. I hope you weren’t injured in battle. You look well.” Roman moved forward and extended his hand, not the jovial hug of close siblings, but the stiff handshake of relatives separated by time and status.

           “Father sent me,” Remus said. “He’s going to take control of the battle on the East Sea for now. I’m here for diplomatic reasons.”

           “Oh,” Roman said, then perked up again, “You’re taking a wife? Does that mean father means to retire?”

          “It isn’t a wife I’ll be taking,” Remus said. “Stop asking so many questions, Roman. Omegas are supposed to be seen, smelled and not heard… speaking of which. Your pheromones are weak. Deceit still hasn’t figured out what’s wrong with you? How will father ever marry you off to some outlying kingdom for land agreements if you won’t even attempt to be enticing?”

           “Father has you,” Roman said. “Why would he need to involve me in any land agreements?”

          Remus grit his teeth, “I’m fairly certain I told you to stop asking so many questions.” The older prince moved forward and backhanded Roman, catching the young prince as he fell and shoving him against the large canopy bed in the center of the room. “It’s a good thing father has me. How else would he ever hope to continue our bloodline?”

          Roman struggled but Remus’ strength—both as a knight and as an alpha—easily outmatched him, and he met Virgil’s eyes with terror. Virgil swallowed his own fear. Roman needed him. He walked over and leaned in to help Roman up onto the bed, avoiding Remus’ eyes, “Shall I help with your clothes, Your Highness?”

           “Don’t bother,” Remus said, tearing Roman’s pants open and running his fingers over Roman’s ass. “You certainly have an omega’s backside don’t you? Soft, inviting.” Remus slipped two fingers down to Roman’s entrance, pressing one in and scoffing, “Barely even wet, though. Did the queen teach you nothing about being an omega?”

           Roman’s face burned red as Virgil took a pillow from the top of the bed and maneuvered it under Roman’s face. He suspected there might be crying, screaming, and he wanted Roman to be able to muffle as much as he could. Roman whimpered as Remus removed the rest of his clothes, pulling and tearing until Roman was exposed to him, and he could see the pale expanse of his back, perfect and smooth. “Your Highness,” Virgil said. “Deceit suggested that I attend to assist Prince Roman during the…” He faltered, unable to say it.

           His hesitation—and existence for that matter—were completely ignored by Remus as the prince undid his belt and freed his cock, already hard—perhaps from cruelty alone, Virgil thought. Then the older prince breached his brother and Roman reached out, grabbing Virgil’s hand so tightly that his fingers popped and Virgil had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep a brave face for Roman.

           It was fast and violent, and Remus clearly had far more experience as an alpha than Roman had as an omega in the most primal terms. Virgil had never seen any sort of joining, but Remus had just as much control here as he did when Virgil had seen him sparring with Roman in the gardens, the brutish swings of his Morningstar making Virgil’s heart sink each time they came too close to catching Roman’s light body. There was nothing lithe or graceful about Roman now as he sobbed beneath his brother, his tears wetting Virgil’s knuckles as he pulled his hand closer the way he had when they were children and the prince would have a nightmare.

            “Usually my whores don’t cry so easily,” Remus said. “But you’ve always been sensitive. Hopefully that isn’t something you’ll pass on. Otherwise I’m afraid this will be a wasted venture.”

           Roman’s fist squeezed much harder as a spike of anger and humiliation shot through him and Virgil sucked in a breath, reminded just how strong the younger prince was, omega or not. Virgil’s heart was sinking more and more with each wet, sinful sound of the princes’ connecting bodies and he tried to convince himself that it was pity instead of jealousy. Virgil had begun looking at Roman closely as soon as the prince had first emerged as an omega, nearly fifteen years earlier. Muscles, lips, eyes and sweet singing voice had blossomed, and Virgil wished he was an alpha prince from a faraway kingdom instead of a beta manservant who’d been bought into servitude when his parents had needed to feed their other children.

           Although it was hard to be bitter about spending almost all of his live with Roman, it was easy to grow covetous of each deep, complete thrust that opened the prince’s body, each wanton moan of despair that escaped Roman’s lips between Virgil’s fingers, the sound and sight of Roman’s slick and the painful reminder that he would never take in the unique, magical scent of Roman’s body the way an alpha could. Roman’s sounds quieted as the tea began to work—or the prince simply resigned himself to his fate. Either way, Virgil’s hand was released and Roman buried his face fully in the pillow.

           “There we go,” Remus growled. “I hate the sound of your sniveling sometimes. I had to deal with it for the first twenty-three years of my life.”

           The slap of bodies increased in frequency, and Virgil could see it, the swollen knot at the base of Remus’ cock, just before he shoved it inside and Roman cried out all over again, broken sobs shaking his body. Remus swore and snarled, lowering his face to Roman’s shoulder as he pumped him full of seed. It was now that an alpha would bite to claim an omega he intended to mate, but Remus was only making pure heirs at his father’s request, a mad king’s madder ideas. Roman wept into the pillow and Virgil bit his tongue bloody as envy and rage sat heavy in his stomach. “More tea, Your Highness?”

           “Don’t go,” Roman whispered. “Please.”

          “You know,” Remus said, leaning more heavily against Roman. “Father knotted the queen for two hours the day we were conceived. Do you think I can match that?”

           Virgil had to look away to hide his disgust, and he jumped when there was a heavy knock on the door, “Prince Remus?”

          “Come!” Remus called straightening back to a standing position and forcing Roman to scoot back with him. Virgil moved quickly, pulling one of the plush blankets over Roman’s body to give him what little dignity he had left. He moved beneath the blanket in front of Roman and listened to Remus discuss room décor for his chamber renovations. Roman’s breathing was thick and broken by hiccups, “Virgil?”

            “Yes, Your Highness?” Virgil asked, staring at Roman’s trembling, bite-swollen lips in the filtered light. He wanted so badly to taste them.

           “Is this… what the tea was really for?” Roman asked thickly. “Did you know?”

          Virgil’s heart broke, and he closed his eyes, taking a careful breath, “Yes, Your Highness. Deceit had strict orders to keep it a secret, under penalty of death. I wanted to tell you… I’m so sorry.”

          Roman lowered his face back to the pillow, his eyes glazing a bit, “Please go and get me another tea from Deceit, Virgil.”

          It stung, but Virgil knew that he deserved far worse. He moved out from beneath the blanket and quickly swept out of the room between the three servants speaking with Remus, huddled over a set of drawings.

           Deceit looked up when Virgil entered, “Another tea?”

           “Another tea,” Virgil said. “It’s done.”

           “It’s started,” Deceit said. “Won’t be done until there’s a proof of pregnancy. How is he?”

           “How do you think?” Virgil snapped.

           Deceit nodded, moving to start the tea. “It’s a shame that the torture is just a fool’s errand.”

           “Fool’s errand?”

          “There won’t be any conception until Roman has his first heat. He should have, as far into his twenties as he is, but heat’s are most often brought on by nonfamilial alpha pheromones.”

           “But there aren’t any alphas allowed inside the castle walls,” Virgil said.

          “Very good, Virgil,” Deceit said. He hissed in pain as he burned his finger, slipping it into his mouth. “As his manservant, you need to find a way to help your prince.”

           “I can’t sneak alpha pheromones into the castle!” Virgil said. “It would be suspicious if I left and besides, the inner guard is made up entirely of omegas. They’d sniff me out in a second.”

           Deceit stared at the warming concoction over the fire, “I will come up with a reason. Come and see me in the morning after Roman’s had his breakfast.”

           Virgil folded his arms, already eager to return to his prince’s side. “Alright.”

           “You’re in love with him.” Deceit said as the water began to boil.

          “Love!” Virgil hissed. “We just… just grew up together! I have a strong devotion to my prince. I’m his manservant. That’s… that’s all.”

          Deceit smiled to himself as he strained to medicine and handed the cup to Virgil, “No need to worry. Your badly kept secret is safe in my apothecary.” He picked up a sachet and handed it to Virgil as well. “Put this in your prince’s bathwater. It will help with any… injury. Hurry back to him now. Don’t leave him alone with that brute any longer than you have to.”

           The ordeal ended up lasting around ninety minutes, just short of the record Remus was chasing, and when he left, jovially bragging to the guard’s outside in the hallway, Virgil was left to pick up the pieces. Roman had fallen into a stunned sort of half-sleep after the second tea, and Virgil was able to move without hurting him too much. He helped Roman onto his feet and got him into his bath chamber, drawing a hot bath and tossing in the sachet as Deceit had suggested. Roman sank into the water so fully that Virgil spent more energy keeping him afloat than actually washing him. As the bath went on, a smell rose in the Prince’s quarters, the dusky burn of imported cinnamon and the undeniable smell of berries ripening in the castle’s fields. The way it smelled outside in early May, but not when the berries were brought inside and processed. It was a very particular smell, and Virgil wondered what magic Deceit’s sachet held if it could capture such a thing.

            Virgil managed to dry and dress the prince again before getting him into bed. Roman was sore, physically and emotionally, and any quick movements or louder sounds made him whimper, but once Virgil had him safely tucked in, and the lights extinguished in his bed chamber, Roman fell into a deeper sleep. By the end of it all, Virgil was convinced. He couldn’t let Roman go through this any more times than was necessary. Somehow, he would have to get alpha pheromones past the guards. He would protect his prince.