#wings writes

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Steam Powered Giraffe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Skull Becile, Hare Becile, Jack Becile Additional Tags: all characters except skull are just mentioned, POV First Person, read it from the skulls pov, Long Monologue, no beta reader we die like thaddeus, kinda write this while in a mood, Light Angst, Kind Of, riker and scratch are kind of hinted at when he speaks, never outright stated tho Summary:

He adjusts my crown before I hear him unsheath his sword. I know this game. My mouth falls open before he has to tell me.

My guard holds the flat of his sword against my neck his fingers go in my mouth and I hear him laugh. It echos off the walls of the empty audience chamber.

"So eager. My good little Prince."

His fingers stay in my mouth, holding it open, petting my tounge, occasionally choking me. Until right before the big wooden doors are opened again.

Suddenly the sword is gone, my mouth is empty. My guard is by my side. "Wipe your face your highness. Wouldn't want your other guards thinking they could take advantage of you."

So I do, I run the back of my hand over my face just as the doors open. I'm blushing at how much drool I wipe away.

"Four more are seeking audiences with you your highness." The new guard says. I nod my approval and he turns to open the door my Guard turns to me, fixing my crown.

Characters: Dante and Kyrie

Summary: Sometimes, it's the person you least expect that understands your pain the most. The pain of losing an older brother and feeling you should have done more to change their fate brings that to the surface.

Wild Blue Wardens Evil AU writing time! 

If @necromatador gets to write about their character in pain then dangit, so do I.

This is uhhh very specific to Imperial Russia during the period right before and then the beginning of the enlightenment, I'm a graduate student you'll have to excuse me this probably unrelatable fantasy.

This is not about a specific Tsar bc quite frankly I don't think you could pay me to sleep with Peter I, Elizabeth I, Peter II, or Catherine II, so lets pretend Peter II was like....not a fucking idiot. and also was cuter.

ANYWAYS

During the 100 years or so from 1680 to 1780 Russia was tentatively bringing in ideas from the west and becoming more European. And I just want to be the Tsar's French plaything yknow?

I can recite Voltaire, Rousseau, Kant, and Descartes at the Tsar's whim. Often, and perhaps especially during sex. Not because the Tsar finds it hot, but because it's fun to tease me, "no no, do Kant in the original German." all the while he's got his hands on me, in me.

At court I'm mostly respected, everyone knows the Tsar favors me, though the Tsar lets them make fun of the way I dress (despite it not actually being too much different from how they dress at this point) He outright encourages them to make fun of my being Roman Catholic (though I would have renounced it, not only bc Russia is very much orthodox, but bc yknow #enlgihtenment) He'll keep note of the japes made at my expense that I've heard or otherwise, repeating them to me perhaps while I'm on my knees his cock in my mouth.

I am there to help make decisions, the Tsar keeps my council though it's always at my expense. Mocking me for my western ideas despite often taking my advice.

But sometimes, sometimes the Tsar holds me close, perhaps we're in the forests and he whispers to me about his dreams for Russia, how he wishes he could move things faster. How he wishes he had a court full of men like me.

You start rubbing my back, my neck, slowly your hand makes its way to my face [your eyes never leaving the thing you're doing] two if your fingers run over my lips and even near asleep I open my mouth so you can slip your fingers in.

You hand me a book, it’s the first of a fantasy series I’ve never even heard of. You smile and tell me to get to it and “pay attention.” 

A bit later I come to you, book in hand excited ready to tell you all about how much I liked it. You hold up a finger that smile on your face and you hand me a giant multiple choice test, maybe there are a few short answer questions, an essay. You give me a time limit, it’s way to short but I nod, turned on and get to work. Either I finish it or time runs up and you take the test back go though it and grade it right in front of me, red pen, maybe a frown every time I got something wrong. 

I barely pass the test, maybe you spank me as a punishment. Maybe you’ve got something far more creative in mind. But afterwards, tears running down my face you kiss my cheek handing me the test and the next book. 

“Better do better on the next time, you don’t want to fail the class, and you know I have high expectations for you.” 

I hurry off determined to do better, I open the cover of this book, ready to pay much better attention to the clothes everyone is wearing, when it’s raining, and most importantly, my least favorite part of any fantasy series the battles but there on the title page I see it “Book two of ten.” 

Michael pushed harder, going after his squire with more force, more speed until the boy was on the ground, his sword across on the other side of the training yard. He no longer looked thrilled to be training, no longer looked eager to learn from the best Knight in the kingdom. Instead he looked scared. Michael almost scoffed, pathetic the boy was supposed to be learning. 

“Get up boy, we’re going again, some day your job will be to protect the Prince, if you can’t do that-” Michael let his sentence trail off, let the boy fill in the rest, as he stood up and retrieved his sword. 

The next bout went about the same. The boy was clearly getting tired, and was having a hard time keeping his sword up. Any offensive maneuvers were beyond him and his defense was so weak it didn’t take long for Michael to have him flat on his back again. 

“Again.” Michael said, his voice hard, filled with irritation. The boy nodded scrambling to get up. 

“I don’t think that will be necessary.” someone said from the entrance to the training yard. 

Michael spun on his heel, his head falling into a bow. “My Lord, I did not know you would be at the training yard I-” 

The prince held up his hand waving off the rest of what Michael was saying. He had a n odd look on his face, a look Michael could not place. 

“You boy, what’s your name?” Prince Rob walked to the young boy completely ignoring Michael. 

“Rand, Your Grace.”  

Michael had not turned around to watch the interaction, but he had spent enough time guarding Rob to know the man had a smile on his face. Could hear it when he spoke.

“I am no one’s Grace just yet. My father still reins. Tell me Rand, is our fearless knight always such an ass during your training?” 

“Sir Michael is a good Knight to train under Your- My Lord, He only wants the best from me. I can do better.” 

Michael smiled when he heard Rob scoff. He was near as good a swordsman as Michael was. He could probably have seen the fatigue in Rand from wherever he had been watching from. 

“You can barely hold your sword up. Michael is right to train your stamina but he’s being cruel now. Go, your training is done for the day, all your duties are done for the day. Report for whatever duties you have tomorrow but for today you’re done.” 

Michael watched as Rand left the training ground, watched the boy turn in the door to look back at Michael and Rob. Michael just nodded, and that seemed to be what the boy was looking for as he took off down to the Castle, hurrying like he was worried he’d be called back. 

“Now, what should I do with you?” Rob was still behind Michael, perhaps still not looking at him. Michael did not plan on turning around to look. Rob would come to him if he wanted Michael to look at him. “You’re a hard master, I know that. But you like Rand I know that too. So what was this about hmm? What problem are you taking out on the boy?” 

Rob was closer now. Standing right behind Michael, so close Michael could almost feel Rob’s breath on his neck. Michael tensed but did not turn. 

“Have a hard time finding stable boys to put you on your knees?” Rob whispered, his breath tickling Michael’s ear. Still Michael did not turn around, though his face was red with shame. How was it the Prince knew? He’d always had to be careful and after the Prince had found out he’d been even more careful. “I told you to come to me if you needed, did you think I’d let anyone else in the Castle get their hands on you?”

Michael hung his head. He’d had his suspicions, that the Prince would have somehow gotten all the men in the castle to stay away from him but to hear that that was what truly had happened made it all the worse. 

Suddenly Michael’s chin was held between Rob’s fingers, his head yanked to the side so he was looking at Rob. “You’re mine, my bodyguard, my best knight, and my pretty boy to put on his knees. Do not forget.” Rob shook Michael’s head back and forth as if to punctuate his point. 

“Open your mouth pretty boy.” 

“My Lord I don’t think-” Rob’s other hand was in his hair pulling hard, hard enough to bring tears to Michael’s eyes. 

“I did not ask you to speak, I told you to open your mouth.” The hand in his hair relaxed, turned from pulling into a gentle hand cupping the back of Michael’s head. “There is no one here, I promised I would take care of you but for that to work you must trust me. Now open your mouth like a good boy.” 

Michael could think of a million arguments. There was no one here now but there might be later, the king could come down, or any of the men under Michael’s command. Instead his mouth fell open. 

As soon his mouth was open Prince had his fingers in Michael’s mouth. Soft at first petting his tongue, running over his teeth. But suddenly, and without warning, Michael was gagging on the fingers in his mouth, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes while he closed them. 

Just as suddenly as the fingers had choked him they were gone from his mouth completely, the Prince wiping his fingers on Michael’s cheek. The blush on Michael’s face intensified as he found himself leaning into the fingers, into any touch Rob would gift him with. 

“I know what you need baby, come to my room tonight as the guards change. I’ll give it to you.” 

Rob put his hand over Michael’s eyes, Michael didn’t hesitate to close his eyes. Leaving them closed as he listened to Rob walk away. Staying in the middle of the training ground eyes closed  until he was sure Rob was gone.