As far as facile inversions of common tropes go, "character who's so pure and innocent that they have no idea their bizarre kinks are in any way unusual and end up scaring the hell out of their ostensibly more worldly peers" is a pretty good one.
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As far as facile inversions of common tropes go, "character who's so pure and innocent that they have no idea their bizarre kinks are in any way unusual and end up scaring the hell out of their ostensibly more worldly peers" is a pretty good one.
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I sound like a deranged person talking about SOTE ending in all situations. "Look I think it's perfectly fine to marry your sibling, just not that sibling" solid
I think brothers should kiss and i think it should be at once forbidden and electrifying and comforting and familiar. With tongue.
It is always the same, and I will draw it a hundred times
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Of course! I'm always shocked at how easily writing princes comes back to me lol. This is over 250 words oops but I hope you enjoy!
L. A stolen kiss.
When Lothric was a child, sickly and isolated, his brother used to kiss him often: a kiss on the forehead when he was a babe; a kiss on the bruises on his hands and knees when he would fall; a kiss on the cheek when he would go to sleep. Now he was grown and they had become a rarity, a precious indulgence Lothric had begun to covet. A chaste kiss to the hand whenever Lorian returned. A barely-there press of lips to his knuckles during the ceremonies which called for it. Never when they were alone.
In his fever-addled dreams, Lothric allowed himself to indulge, imagining the very fantasies which fueled his delusions. Some mornings he imagined he could still feel the remnants of Lorian's lips against his own and his brother's calloused palm against his jaw.
He knew he should stop when his dreams began to bleed into reality, projecting his own wants onto every lingering touch of Lorian's hand on the small of his back, every offer of his arm to aid Lothric down the empty halls. It was unfair to imagine Lorian's kindness as something other than it was; his brother would not be so foolish as to love a doomed and dying thing.
Laying his head on his desk, Lothric watched the flames in the fireplace fade as he lamented that he could not stop his heart from wanting.
The room was freezing when he was woken by a warm hand curled around the back of his neck and a soft press of lips against the top of his head. Selfishly, Lothric wished for the touch to stay, steadying his breathing to feign sleep as he felt Lorian's hand move from his neck down his back before lifting him into his arms. He forced himself to keep his eyes shut despite his heart feeling as if it might burst when his head shifted to rest lightly against the crook of his brother's neck; even without being able to see, Lothric could imagine the serious expression on Lorian's face when his brother's arms tightened around him while he walked through the halls, his grip only relaxing after the last set of footsteps had faded away.
Lothric's chamber was warm when they finally entered, the flame recently kindled judging by the crackling of the wood on the far side of the room. The doors closed heavily behind them, but rather than immediately setting him down on the bed, Lorian lingered just past the threshhold for so long that Lothric nearly dared to open his eyes. But eventually his brother moved again, crossing the short distance of the room to the bed where he gently laid Lothric down.
He was of half a mind to reveal he was awake, yet the thought was quickly chased away by the appearance of Lorian's rough palm sliding along his jaw. Warm breath against his cheek was the only reason he knew Lorian had leaned in and Lothric forced his breathing to remain even, bracing for a chaste kiss to his cheek the same as when he'd been younger. He was helpless to stop the soft noise of surprise that escaped as his brother's lips pressed to his own, the fingers at the back of Lothric's neck pressing harder against his skin for a heartbeat before Lorian quickly pulled away.
Never to let go
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sometimes i wonder if we have forgotten that sharing creative work is, fundamentally, a bid for human connection. like I'm not posting art or fic for 'engagement' i'm posting it looking for other sickos to play with! i'd be making it anyway for my own gratification because there's something wrong with me, i'm sharing it hoping we can have something wrong with us together <3
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Princes to celebrate the solstice because they do know a thing or two about shortest days, I think
In the throne room
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