(probably not as funny as I thought but oh well 😅)
Okay okay serious note. No pressure and if you decide to do this take all the time you need. Could I request some soft Arthur and Matt? And/or that omegaverse au you came with?
I know we have never talked but I love your art and your interpretations of these relationships (Specifically Arthur's and Al's). I just hope you're doing well my dude.
HEY YOU ACTUALLY DID THE uh fucken uhh the fuckEN THING
Now I'll post both 1 art and 1 part of the omegaverse fic I've been working on for a hot bit now:
here we have the fambly and the preview of the fic. see, ive been messing around with OV dynamics cos i really really d i s l i k e the standard...expectations? i guess you can say, on how an OV fic is typically presented? so bear with me. this is very experimental. you'll do me a grand favor of acting as my test audience! yay or nay if it even makes sense : D
all things related to this project will be tagged "epigraphes"!
Projected Title: Èpigraphes
They had to abandon the paved, stone-cut wilderness for whispery fields and emerald hills. Whatever was left behind could not fit into 5 traveling trunks, every tight corner used for a few quilts, a kettle, a pot to boil potatoes, winter furs, a case of bottled oils, pigments, and graphite, a tea set, and the pups' clothes and shoes.
Clothes and shoes which will surely be outgrown next month.
Francis cleanly tore a tiny sliver of skin from the side of his thumb with his front teeth.
Arthur had not allowed for one possession, no matter how saturated it was in happy memory, to leave with them if it could not fit into a trunk. The only exception being Francis' wooden easel. It was a nuisance, however, to carry around crowded train stations and onboard ferries, but Francis could not bear to part with his treasured thing and so carried his extra burden without complaint. Oftentimes he wondered if he was merely lugging glorified kindling, from the way his omega was sending resentful glances as it clunked its way with them. Surely after 17 years, Arthur must have thought of many creative ways to be rid of it by now.
Francis began gnawing the other side of his thumb when he felt cool, calm fingers wrap around his wrist, guiding his hand down towards his lap. Without much of a tired smile, nor a huff of disapproval, Arthur wove his fingers around Francis', anchoring him center on his lap. The omega's other hand continued to be occupied, rhythmically patting the back of their napping pup’s back.
"Ha-how could there be a house out here, when there's nothing around for miles!"
Both parents looked at their overdramatic, secondborn omega pup seated across. Their reddish, wind kissed cheek pressed heavily near the horse-pulled cab window's edge. Sights of a patch of virgin forest and herds of grazing sheep were of no interest to this little pup of 6 summers.
"We only left the fishing village not too long ago," the eldest, keener alpha pup responded, not sparing anyone a glance as they read from a tattered copy of a favorite book. "And we did pass 3 houses, I know. I counted them."
Alfred groaned in mental agony, sliding down on their seat towards the floor while puffing their cheeks in an indignant pout. "When are we gonna arrive to our house?"
"Alfred, on your seat this instant," Arthur hissed, pulling away from Francis and reaching down halfway only to quickly realize he'd smother the other little omega loosely swaddled on his lap and disturb their sleep. He frowned. "We'll go over a nasty dip on the road and then we'll all be sorry." He went back to tending to his heavily napping pup.
Alfred's defiant frown matched that of their omega father's, which was more of a response to his tone than anything else. They obeyed however, deciding then to pester Arthur instead.
Arthur sighed heavily. He could not blame Alfred for being so fastidious. Traveling here has proved challenging for all at various points and Alfred had been holding themselves well enough until now.
He smoothed down brown wavy locks of his napping pup before answering.
"Darlingheart we are nearly there," Arthur patted the pup's back once more. "Soon enough you'll know the place where I grew up. I'll show you how far our property goes. We'll have access to a fresh stream, an-and woods and rolling hills–"
Mathieu, the alpha pup, stared blankly at the words on the page, their ears focused on the strange lightheartedness in Arthur's voice.
"--and when day is clear enough, we'll have a pretty view of the sea," Arthur nodded. "You'll grow to love it here as I did when I was a pup."
Alfred's attention was captured just enough from them to keep quiet and silently mull over Arthur's words. The cab rolled over uneven terrain, jostling the family inside. Alfred scrambled to sit upright and tucked their back into the corner of the cab.
"S'not like back home," they mumbled thoughtfully, tiny finger plucking at a threadbare patch of the once plush interior.
Francis could only feel heavy disappointment from his family. It was in Alfred's sad little blue eyes and in the way Mathieu pulled their book higher in front of them to pretend to read.
"It won't be,'' Arthur answered truthfully, his strong brow contorting slightly as he gazed upon his pup, neck and heads moving about with the sudden unsteady terrain "But we will take home with us." His hand found Francis' again and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Wherever we are. Together.
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