watch me drown in ships

The year is 1183, the month is Great Tree Moon and the former Prime Minister, Ludwig von Aegir, has finally made his move. After forming an alliance with Those Who Slither in the Dark he has seized Fort Merceus.

However, for an alpha like the deposed Duke Aegir it is not enough to simply overthrow Emperor Edelgard, to achieve total victory he must reclaim his omega son. Who is, Duke Aegir’s disgust and disappointment, currently serving as a General in her Majesty’s army. And so those who slither in the dark dishonourably snatch the General Aegir off the battlefield.

Duke Aegir is not aware to what extent these actions will provoke Hubert von Vestra, Imperial Spymaster and a fellow alpha. Amidst the concern of the strike force, Ferdinand attempts to survive, and Hubert desperately fights against his alpha instincts to cling to sanity.

Or

A Three Hopes: Scarlet Blaze canon divergence and Omegaverse fic, where Ludwig kidnaps Ferdinand, and Hubert nearly loses his god damn mind.'

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Too much wine has been consumed between the four of them. An unknown amount.

“Y’know…” Svetlana starts

“Oh here we go.” Ilya cuts in.

“Shut up, Ilyushka”

“No, you shut up.”

“No you.”

“No yo—”

“Okay children, enough.” Rose giggles, wiggling her toes up at Sveta who swats at them.

“What I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted, is, I think it is funny, everyone in this room has kissed each other.”

Shane frowns “We’ve never kissed. And Rose and Ilya haven’t kissed”

Suddenly, a pillow comes flying through the air directly at Svetlana’s head—“Stop trying to kiss my husband!”

Sveta shrieks and manages to dodge it. She looks at him like an angry sister “Why do you get Shane Hollander all to yourself huh? Is not fair Ilyushka is like when you stole Greta from me in fifth grade.”

“I did not steal! Is not my fault everyone wants me.”

Shane looks between them “Whose Greta?”

“Nobody” Ilya says.

“My first crush! Ilya knew I liked her and kissed her on the swings at recess anyway.”

Shane’s mouth drops open in feign shock “Ilya, you did not!”

“He did! And now, now, Shane, now he steals you from me.”

Shane is smiling so big his face hurts. Rose looks as amused at the weird best friend antics.

“What are you talking about crazy lady!” Ilya is yelling.

“I said Shane was hot! When you got drafted! I said I was going to be with him!”

Ilya rolls his eyes and drops his head back against the couch groaning, “Ughhh how can I keep up with everyone you have crush on, Sveta, is everyday with you, our whole lives.”

Sveta gasps.

“Is true.” Ilya says.

“Is true.” Sveta mimics.

“Shane is gay.” Ilya says.

“Yes but Rose got to fuck him! Why not me!”

“Trust me, baby, you don’t want that heat.” Rose says over the rim of her glass.

“Hey!” Shane exclaims this time, “I said I was sorry!”

“Yeah yeah” Rose is waving him off. “I’ll make you feel better than Shane Hollander ever could.” She winks at Sveta.

Once they’re back together, Ilya has to decide whether to admit to the most insane thing he’s ever done or try to sell property in a country he doesn’t live in without Shane noticing.

shane starts thinking out loud during a trip up there together about whether he should go ahead and try to buy the adjoining lot in case they want to add a guest house one day or just want more privacy and ilya just

ok so i think he’s almost cried plenty of times, y’know that thing he does where his eyes fill with tears but they never actually fall? ilya fucks him so good i can see that happening on a regular basis, but it’s not like he likes him or anything, it’s completely involuntary, ilya’s hitting so deep and that’s just how his body reacts, couldn’t possibly mean anything else….

i’m gonna be boring and say the first time he actually cries during sex is at the cottage, probably after the thing with his parents. there was a really good tumblr fic i read a while ago (i’m annoyed i can’t remember who wrote it) where after they get back to the cottage but before his parents come back over for dinner, all the stress of the day hits shane all at once and he kneels for a while with ilya’s cock in his mouth to settle his nerves. i think that helps get him through dinner, but he’s still feeling shaky after they leave

they fuck nice and slow that night, it’s been an emotional day for both of them, and ilya recognizes how off-kilter shane feels, but shane insists he still wants it, begs for ilya’s cock like it’s the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. shane feels so full it’s like he’s going to burst, so full of love for his boyfriend and relief that his parents still love him and they even like ilya too, it’s too much and he’s breathing faster and faster until his face scrunches and the tears come pouring out. ilya panics, asks shane what’s wrong, is he hurting him, tried to pull out but shane sobs and wraps his arms and legs so tight around him and begs him not to go, he’s fine, it’s so good everything’s just too much and he needs ilya to keep fucking him or else he’ll die and the tears just won’t stop. he pulls ilya down on top of him and buries his face in his neck, it’s safe there, he can let everything go and ilya will take care of him. after everything that’s happened over the last decade ilya is still here and they finally have each other and shane is never letting him go again

ilya’s losing his goddamn mind because this shouldn’t be hot, why is this hot? the man he loves is breaking down in tears and is so desperate for him and it’s the hottest thing ilya’s ever seen, and he’ll definitely have a little crisis about it later but for now shane needs him and he has to keep going, has to keep fucking shane until there’s nothing left in him. he wraps his arms around shane’s back and behind his neck and pulls him impossibly closer, “i’ve got you, lyubimyy, shhh it’s ok, let it out for me, good boy…”

…and on that note i have to clock in for work ✌️

Hiii cutie bug! Again sorry to be late to get to his glorious glorious ask omg.

But YES I think this is how it went down if Shane was never to cry during casual era sex. Like Shane had always held held held in the tears when he felt overwhelmed during their hookup era, let them shimmer in his eyes but he was always so unsure how much he could share of himself with Ilya. He never cries- ever- it’s so rare, he has gotten so good at making sure they never fall and who is he to put his tears on his casual fuck Ilya Rozanov.

Adore the idea the Shane knees for a while with Ilya after getting back to the cottage, just using Ilya as his grounding his cock filling his mouth as he tries to re centre. Tries to find his way in the haze of his dad knowing of boyfriends I think so yes probably and his mum knowing and his mum apologising and it’s too much. Too much.

But YESSS yes Shane on his back, Ilya’s cock deep stretching him open, up over him and Shane is gazing up at this man, his man that is fucking him. The hulk of muscle and skin and Shane loves it, loves him. He loves being fucked and he loves men and he loves Ilya- he’s not sure be could live without this. And it’s. It’s alright. His parents know and it’s ok- it’s good even they like Ilya ans it’s so much it’s still still so much in the whole world and whole hockey of it all but his mum and his dad shook Ilya’s hand and had dinner with him and shared vodka with him and his dad had laughed at one of Ilya’s jokes and his mum had insisted Ilya have a second helping and Shane is so horrible in love.

And Shane just shatters, shatters, he takes in a long breath through his nose and there’s a soft keening sound and then he’s sobbing, sobbing and fuck it feels good it feels so good after being so scared today, so scared and happy and nervous and terrified and in love love love. It’s all been so fucking big and new and scary and worse of all, unpredictable. But now, now he feels held, taken care off, owned in the valley of has body, the thick press of his cock.

Ilya is all “Shane? Okay, okay hang on” and he’s starting to pull back and he’s like you said Shane grips him to him, his thighs and arms pinned tight tight around him, pulling him in and gasping “please fuck please no Ilya closer” and Ilya is nodding and petting his hand down the back of Shane’s head, kissing all over his face and crooning soft words, mixes of Russian he doesn’t know and sweet English that makes his heart ache.

Shane is nodding and nails in Ilya’s back and he’s gasping “please Ilya fuck me, fuck me, I need it. Need you” and Ilya nods and kisses him all tongue and open mouthed and then tucking Shane into him, wrapped up to his chest and he’s fucking him deep and aching.

Shane is shaking and sobbing into Ilya’s neck and moaning and Ilya is just cooing “it’s okay, you’re ok, I have you, I’ve got you, my Shane, it’s alright, you can let it go, it’s alright I love you. I’m right here” and it destroys Shane, he’s rubbing his face into Ilya’s neck and nails are digging into his back.

And then, all of a sudden, there was a freckled angel waking him up by kissing every inch of his face.

Forehead? Mwah.

Between his eyebrows? Mwah.

His temple? Mwah.

His cheek? Mwah.

His nose bridge? Mwah.

His mole? Mwah.

Ilya smiled brightly with his eyes still closed. “You missed a spot.” Shane chuckled. “Mmm.”

He kissed Ilya’s nose.

Ilya tsked in disagreement. Shane laughed.

He kissed Ilya’s jaw.

Ilya groaned, God’s brightest smile still plastered across his face. Shane couldn’t have that. He couldn’t not kiss him even more. So he crashed their lips together. Ilya hummed happily against his mouth before opening his eyes. “Very good, mylysh.” He immediately kissed him again to hide his now furiously blushing face. Ilya was losing his mind.

shane gets semi tipsy at one team event and starts talking about some strategy he saw or hockey history book he read and everyone is focused immediately hanging onto every word - until he abruptly stops himself because he thinks he's being Unbearable Only Hockey Guy again when in reality the entire league looks at shane like he's holding some hockey secret fountain of talent that will make them talented too

and when he DOES end up relaxed enough to share something personal everyone is even MORE invested and trying not to spook him and trying to keep him talking and making jokes because Oh My God Shane Hollander is talking to them, Shane Hollander is Cooler and Funnier than originally anticipated (and everyone already thought he was a legend)

this is also SO frustrating for ilya especially when they're out and people are openly flirting with shane and eating up every word that comes out of his mouth (he also opens up a lot more when he's with ilya because duh but this makes everyone MORE infatuated with him) and ilya just watches everyone fall in love with his husband while he shifts between possessively glaring at anyone who looks a little Too adoring and being full of his own admiration for shane and rubbing his thigh under the table

but then they go home and shane's like shit i probably talked too much about hockey right? or wait did i interrupt the rookies too much? we should've tipped the bartender more he was so nice all evening

and ilya is seeing red both because this man can't see how incredible he is while everyone else can AND because this man is in fact his

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You extend your hand. “I noticed you’re new here. What’s your name?”

Clark’s introducing her around.  “This is my good friend, Diana, she’s in from out of town.”

Clark stops a few feet away and squints at you worriedly from behind those ridiculous glasses you’re 99% sure he doesn’t actually need, and asks tentatively, “Everything all right?”

You ignore him in favor of staring at the inky dark numerals hovering over the beaming fool gesticulating some fantastic yacht story for a gaggle of secretaries and minor columnists.