#alpha bomi

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What about Kashmira and her parents arguing about Brian’s declaration? Because at least Kash understands...(LTFG anon)

“How is Jasmine?” Jer asked and Kashmira paused, frowning at her parents over her shoulder.

“She’s well,” Kashmira said, with all her fourteen-year-old dignity. The young Alpha Princess stood tall, fists clenched.

“And Farrokh?”

“His name is Freddie,” Kashmira said coldly. “Empress Freddie May.”

Jer’s smile faltered and Bomi frowned. “Of course,” Jer said, forcing some sweetness back into her voice, but she couldn’t quite mask her disapproval over Freddie’s chosen name.

Kashmira rolled her eyes, waiting for what they really wanted to say.

“Have you spoken to Far- Freddie about seeing us?” Bomi asked. “He’s upsetting your mother. If he wishes to see us, I’m sure the Emperor will relent.”

“You don’t get it, do you?” Kashmira demanded. “He doesn’t want to see you. The Emperor decreed it because Roger decreed it first. Because you upset Freddie. Because you frighten him. Because he doesn’t trust you not to hurt Jasmine.”

“We would never,” Bomi said furiously. “Kashmira, how dare-”

“Wouldn’t you? You hurt Freddie. You hurt him every day!”

“That’s different,” Jer said.

“Because he’s an Omega, right?” Kash shook her head, turning away and marching up the stairs. “Frankly, Mama, Papa, you sicken me. And it’s obvious you sicken the Emperor too.”

“Kashmira!” Bomi barked, but Kashmira wasn’t cowed.

“Do you know what the people are calling Freddie?” she asked, though she doubted they knew at all. “A phoenix. Not just because of his magic, but because of him. How brave he is. How he built himself back up.” She remembered the magic her brother had shown her, that beautiful golden light, and her eyes filled with involuntary tears. 

“We didn’t even know he was a sorcerer,” she said sadly, almost desperately. Why couldn’t they understand? Why couldn’t they see? “He didn’t even know himself. That’s how suppressed he was. You seriously don’t see anything wrong with that?”

“I’m sure we can talk about this all rationally if he’d just agree to see us,” Bomi said.

“No, you couldn’t. Because you still don’t think you did anything wrong. You’re just angry you’re not getting your way anymore.”

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Helia Bulsara au. The Bulsaras find Freddie. Roger picks Helia up and carries her away. The Bulsaras assumes the worst (LTFG anon)

Helia was clearly frightened by all the yelling, and although Roger wanted to bash their heads in he listened when Freddie told him to bring Helia inside.

He all but threw her into Deacy’s arms and ran back down the stairs. The Bulsaras were still shouting in the street and Freddie was shouting back now.

“You cheated on your husband!” one of them yelled; Freddie’s uncle, Roger supposed. One of them anyway. 

“Oh yes,” Freddie snarled. “I ran away and shagged a seventeen year old.” He drew himself up to his full height, growling. “If you don’t fuck off right now I’ll call the police.”

“Farrokh-” Bomi Bulsara reached for him, but Roger jumped in and slapped the man’s hand away.

“Get away from him,” Roger ordered. “Or I swear to God, you’ll all end up in a damn hospital.”

“Stay out of this,” one of Freddie’s aunts snapped. “This is a family matter-”

“Well isn’t it too damn bad that I’m not a member of your family,” Freddie said. He flipped his hair back, head held high. “I won’t say it again after this: leave. Fuck off, or I’m calling the police. I want nothing to do with you.”

“Child...” Jer stepped forward, tears in her eyes. “Now let’s not be silly-”

“Silly!? This isn’t a game!” Freddie stepped closer to Roger, who immediately grabbed his hand. “I hate you, I hate every single one of you. I never want to see you again. You’re to stay away from me and from my daughter, or I swear to God you’ll regret it.”

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In the Presented at Birth scenario would Freddie try and keep contact with his parents?

It would be even more awkward with them, as there’d be abuse and neglect from birth, and Freddie would struggle with the realisation that what they were doing was wrong. There’d be a lot more apologising for them to do, and a lot more work to put into building the relationship- and he’d always make it plain that if they try to treat him the way they did before he ran, they’re not getting a third chance.

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On the Freddie pretending to be Beta verse, can we see the Bulsaras "congratulating him"?

Freddie held his breath, certain they’d take one look at him and know. But instead his parents smiled. Kashmira came closer and sniffed at him, looking curious.

“Congratulations, baby,” Jer said. She came over and hugged him, then cupped his face in her hands. “Are you feeling ill at all? Tired?”

“I’m okay, Mama,” Freddie said, weak with relief. Bomi nodded approvingly, patting him on the back.

“You smell more like Mama now,” Kash said.

“That’s because he’s a Beta like me, darling,” Jer said, tweaking Kashmira’s nose. 

“Oh.” Kash was evidently more interested in getting Freddie to play with her, tugging him towards her doll house. Freddie let her, gladly leaving their parents behind.

For a moment, he felt guilty when Jer offered to cook his favourite dinner “as a presenting treat, darling.” But he shook it off. If they knew he was an Omega, if they knew he was faking, there’d be hell to pay. He knew what they thought of Omegas. He knew how they thought they should be treated.

And Freddie wasn’t about to let them sign his life away at only thirteen years old.

So he turned to Jer and made himself smile. “Thank you, Mama.”

“I’m proud of you, baby,” Jer said, which was a shock in itself. No one in his family ever said that. 

You wouldn’t be if you knew, Freddie thought, and he turned back to his little sister.

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Freddie's parents coming to visit after Michael has been dealt with and Roger and Freddie are King and Queen in the tdotg verse.

“Farrokh!” Jer gasped, her hands flying up to her mouth as she took in his appearance. Freddie had to bite back laughter at the sight, and held his head high.

He’d chosen this outfit on purpose. He’d picked the Valerian colours on purpose.

His eyes were outlined with shimmering silver and white make-up; his hair fell loose and uncovered to his shoulders, bound only by a circlet. His nails were painted a bright silver, and his sapphire earrings dangled past his jawline. His sky-blue shirt was backless, the loose sleeves were sheer, barely brushing his elbows, while the short train brushed his calves. His white pants clung to him, leaving little to the imagination. His bangles clinked together whenever he moved.

“It’s Freddie, actually,” he said. He gave his parents his sweetest smile, delighting in their scandalised looks. “You can address me by my name, or not at all. Frankly, I don’t care which.” His eyes narrowed as he turned away. “I seem to remember you were both very good at ignoring me.”

“Manners, child,” Bomi said sternly. “And- in God’s name, what are you wearing?”

“It’s clothing, Papa.”

“You’re not covered!”

“If you’re so concerned with my modesty, why did you send me to a country where my husband can order me to take my clothes off whenever he fancies?” Freddie demanded. Neither of them had an answer for him, avoiding his gaze. He couldn’t tell if they were blushing due to embarrassment of having their Omega son tell them off, anger, or genuine shame for never having known him.

He didn’t quite care either.

“You’ll excuse me,” Freddie said, giving them a nod of acknowledgment. His heart was pounding, and he reminded himself that he was Queen now, and they were a Prince and Princess. He was above them. They should have prepared themselves for this outcome.

He walked away, beckoning for Deacy to follow him, and didn’t look back.

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Freddie hated parent-teacher meetings. His school usually insisted that the students come along with their parents, so they could all have a discussion together.

‘Discussion’ implied that Freddie was somehow involved. He wasn’t. He had to kneel on an embroidered pillow, or a rug (whatever was available), while his teacher sat at her desk, and comfortable chairs were brought out for his parents.

This time, he knelt at Bomi’s feet on an embroidered purple cushion. His hands were clenched into fists in his lap, and he scowled at the ground as his teacher spoke.

She was a Beta named Nailah Gamal, somewhere in her forties, unmarried, but she was seeing one of the local doctors. Quite a pretty woman, with greying black hair which she usually wore in a top-knot, and sometimes covered with a shawl. Despite it being an Omega school, none of the staff were Omegas. Or Alphas. Alphas weren’t permitted on the grounds unless it was an emergency, or unless they were a family member.

If you asked Freddie, it was bullshit, and made no sense. But then again, no one here was asking Freddie anything.

“Farrokh would be highly gifted if he’d only apply himself,” Ms Gamal said, throwing Freddie a sorrowful glance. “He’s the best singer in the class, the best piano planner, one of the best artists. His sewing is lovely! But- well, forgive me, Mr Bulsara, but I feel your son has behavioural issues. He’s stubborn, defiant, surly, even rude.” She shook her head. “Not attractive in an Omega, let alone one his age.”

“He’s always been stubborn,” Bomi said with a frown. Jer sighed deeply, looking so concerned you’d swear they were in a doctor’s waiting room.

“No matter the punishment, he persists in his defiance,” Ms Gamal said. She handed Bomi her report on Freddie’s grades. “He’s excellent until it comes to decorum and manners. Then he blathers on about equality.” She shuddered, as if she’d said something truly vulgar. “He speaks out in class, he breaks the dress-code, he argues back...If he keeps this up, he may come to serious harm. If the wrong Alpha heard him and took offence...”

Bomi glared down at Freddie, giving his shoulder a sharp pinch, ignoring his hissed “Ouch!” Jer twisted and untwisted her necklace, her concerned eyes trained on Ms Gamal, as if she was spouting words of great wisdom.

“Other than his unruly behaviour, he’s an accomplished young Omega.” She gave his parents a reassuring smile. “And such a pretty little thing. Stunning even. But if I may make a small suggestion?” She lowered her voice, but Freddie could hear her loud and clear. “Perhaps look into fixing his teeth? It could turn suitable Alphas away, and then where would he be?”

“We’ll consider it,” Jer said, and it was like a slap in the face. Freddie’s hand flew to his mouth on reflex, his cheeks burning. Ms Gamal smiled at him, eyes shining with false sympathy.

“Modesty is the key word in an Omega’s life,” she said, nodding as if to emphasise her own point.  “In the meantime, I suggest harsher discipline. Farrokh needs to understand his place.”

“He does,” Bomi agreed, and Jer nodded.

“If he only learned to behave, he’d make an excellent husband and father someday,” Ms Gamal said, almost with approval. 

The meeting ended there. Bomi held the report in his left hand, and helped Jer to her feet with his right. They were both frowning when Freddie stood.

“We will be having a talk, child,” Bomi said coldly once they were out of the classroom and in the corridor. “We will be having a long talk indeed.”