trobador:Twelfth Night A/B/O AU all the way.With dashing alpha Duke Charles Orsino Xavier of Genosha

trobador:Twelfth Night A/B/O AU all the way.With dashing alpha Duke Charles Orsino Xavier of Genosha, courting the magnificent ferocious omega Raven Darkholme, and Erik as Viola. He’s a beta with a false identity torn between the effusive affections of alpha and omega?All I can see is Charles Orsino Xavier in a bathtub languishingly proclaiming that alpha-omega is meant to be and can’t Erik, who’s currently scrubbing his back, see the diplomatic advantage, the biological certainty? But what must Charles do to win an omega such as the warlike Raven with reason and poetry in order to have three days of utter bliss every month. His courtiers talk of it at length. He’s read about it in books. Apparently it’s approaching heaven. You know it, don’t you Erik? Charles turns his neck to look at his latest, newest, and handsomest alpha attendant. To long for the reassurance you’re not alone and never will be again. But what must one say to convince your destiny that the solution to this dreary existence of castles and caviar is oneself? And Erik whispers so softly, as if he doesn’t want to be heard, “Perfection.”“Exactly.” And Charles sighs and leans his head back against the rim to gaze upon the green of Erik’s eyes, the astonishing curve of his mouth. He seems so sad. “You are not alone,” Charles says and pats his hand, “until Raven would be mine. Why not court her for me? She has many faces and must be weary of mine.” She’s also forbade telepathy on her grounds, but that’s an embarrassment Charles will not tell. He likes the way Erik smiles at him- he has so many white teeth. Perfectly lovely, every way. Almost. -- source link

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