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A prompt from the list- 62: “ I want to protect you. ” for Washette?
Lafayette was pacing angrily in Washington’s tent. “I wantto be on the front lines!”
Washington sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Why can I not serve with the other soldats?”
Washington stood, crossing over to stand in front of histable of maps. “We need you here, Lafayette.”
Lafayette made an aggravated sound.
“Anciens généraux et leurs règles stupides,” Lafayette mutteredunder his breath.
“Excuse me?”
Happy Monday! So, a Prompt: Demon Ben goes too far with Morally Questionable Things spying and George scolds him, which makes Ben sad. Comfort after optional!
George struggled to keep himself under control as he studied the man - no, the demon - in front of him. Benjamin was focused intently on the floor, and speaking quietly, but the limp redcoat he had dropped unceremoniously on George’s floor spoke wasn’t looking at or saying anything. The poor man had his eyes glazed over, and he hadn’t moved an inch since Benjamin had dropped him. An empty shell.
“What is this, Benjamin?”
It came out in a low, dangerous almost-hiss.
“He - He saw me, while I was - while I was spying. I had to make sure he wouldn’t remember what I look like in this form…you must understand, sir, surely you understand…”
“What. Did. You. Do.”
Benjamin took a deep breath. He still refused to look up from the floor.
“I broke his mind.”
George felt the earth stop spinning. Demons can do that?
“What? Are men not safe from your kind even in the sanctity of their thoughts? For - ” George sighed.
Ben looked up as George finished speaking.
“Is this not what you would have done, if you could?” Ben asked, matter-of-fact.
George blanched.
“Leave. Get out of my sight.”
“Sir? George?”
“Now, demon.”
Ben walked out, shoulders slumped and head down. George didn’t have it in him to feel guilty.
Days later, George’s temper had cooled somewhat, and still he had not seen Ben. Not once since that day. He sent replacements to meetings, and even Alexander and Lafayette wouldn’t tell him why he was being avoided.
When he did finally see Ben, it was a matter of total chance. A meeting had finished early for once. After making his way from the meeting back to headquarters, his only thought was of a meal he might actually have time to eat for a change.
Until he closed the door and took in the scene before him.
Ben was being cradled in Alexander’s arms on the sofa, and from the sound of it, crying quite heavily. Alex was rubbing circles on his back and whispering to him. Lafayette kept on hand firmly on Ben’s shoulder as he sobbed, and he, too, seemed to be whispering words of comfort in Benjamin’s ear. George noted with no small amount of sadness that Alexander and Lafayette seemed to be quite well-practiced at soothing the third of their little trio.
None of the three seemed to have noticed his arrival.
“Oh, Benjamin” he whispered.
Immediately he felt three pairs of not-quite-human eyes fix their gaze on him. He was shock-still for a moment, then took a breath and walked to the sofa. He sat down next to Alexander and gently placed one hand over the top of Benjamin’s.
This done, he moved both hands to Ben’s waist and asked quietly “May I?.”
Ben nodded, so George did as he had intended and pulled Ben onto his lap and fully into his embrace.
George didn’t care about the tears that fell on his jacket.
#26, Washette?
(A WOMAN AFTER MY OWN HEART, YES)
“You’re too cute,” George chuckles, fingers playing with their trail and Lafayette giggles into the sheets, their acrylic nails dragging gently down his exposed forearm, nose twitching. Trust Lafayette to stay committed to such a silly thing like that. What a good sub. “Does my bunny want kisses?”
“Yes, master,” they say meekly, coquettish, batting their eyelashes as he leans in to capture their lips with his, hand playing with the thin, silver leash he has them in. They’ve other leashes - leather ones, flat but also round and braided too, depends on what animal Lafayette wants to play the most.
And today it’s the little bunny, George’s personal favorite because they’re the most feminine and that’s when they ride him, when they scream at the highest pitch, when they blush and turn to a sex-driven animal that just can’t get enough. Horny bunny, the thing, with their fluffy tail and tall ears placed on top of their curls and their painted toes tickling his calves.
“Hmmm, master,” they breathe into his mouth, shoving at his shoulder. “Wanna ride you.”
“Of course, my naughty little bun bun,” he smiles, settling back, lazily grasping their thigh as they climb on his lap. “Of course.”
I loved the last Murderfish ficlet! MerJohn seems more inhuman than Alex, actually. That must have been a bit weird for Alex in the beginning, I bet, but maybe it was nice to be able to push away the struggle to be more human for John's sake. Are the Murderfishes happy together?
sure, they’re happy. why wouldn’t they be? they’ve got everything they need, they’ve got prey—
(hunting in schools isn’t normal for mermaids their age, but they do it anyhow, out of convenience or nostalgia or something, and Alex has to admit, it is easier to bring down large prey with two of them. a human on horseback, for instance, riding along at the edge of the river, the brass buttons on his worn blue coat flashing bright bright down into the water like minnows flickering through a sunbeam.)
(animals don’t react to Compulsion the same way humans do, but they’re thinking creatures and if you use a gentle touch they can be pushed into mistakes, into veering off the road and down to the riverbank, into bucking with fear and losing footing and tumbling down into the water. and that way there’s plenty of meat for both of them. they still squabble over the choicest bits of their human prey, though. maybe once upon a time John would’ve tried to be the gentleman, offered Alex the heart and taken second pick for himself, but not anymore. what are manners to a mermaid? it’s eat or be eaten down here.)
(Alex and John divvy up their kill and tear in like starved men. the scraps of their victim’s uniform bob up to the surface or tumble away in the current, blue and buff and brass.)
—they have a safe place to sleep—
(they’ve the freedom of the rivers, the freedom of the coastline, probably the freedom of the whole American seaboard if they wanted it. the river-folk avoid them. the other mermaids avoid them. no one wants to tangle with someone who’s been touched by a seawitch as powerful as the one they treated with.)
(we could go up to New York, Alex suggests. visit Herc and Beth. or to Virginia, and bug the General. or to Philly. see what your ridiculous Congress has gotten itself into now it’s not playing at war anymore.)
(why’d we wanna do that?)
(because—it’s—they’re our friends. it’d be funny. it’d be something to do.)
(John blinks at him. no expression on his face.)
(…and maybe it’d be good to hunt somewhere else for a bit? so people don’t get too wise to us. change things up.)
(they’re not getting wise to us, says John. we can still sing, can’t we? we can still bite. plenty to eat around here. why bother making things harder for ourselves?)
(i—yeah. sure.)
(and they’re not really my Congress anymore, anyway. what’s it matter to me what they do?)
(i guess it doesn’t matter, really. not to us. not anymore.)
(they wander down into Charleston harbor. Alex swims up to the surface one night and watches the lights of the city shimmer out over the water. thinks about the state’s Congress, about the nationbuilding going on here, there, everywhere.)
(human stuff, right. not important. not important at all.)
—and most importantly, they have each other. and shouldn’t that be enough for anyone?
(sometimes Alex wakes up in whatever nook in the riverbed they’ve tucked themselves into, pushes himself up and looks at John’s sleeping face. doesn’t touch—that’d be a good way to lose a finger, now. John shifts in his sleep and mutters something that’s either a language Alex never got around to learning from him, or utter gibberish.)
(maybe if he’s feeling bold, Alex will dare to reach out and lay a hand on John’s arm. smooth sleek scales under Alex’s hand, pale gold-green speckled with vivid blue, cool as the water rushing past them. mass of dark hair falling down almost to his waist now—a bitch and a half to groom, when they haul out, but oh, how lovely it is, floating in a cloud about his face underwater or dried into a jungle of curls in the sunlight. the gentle pulse of his gills as he breathes.)
(they’re lucky. Alex knows they’re lucky. John shouldn’t even be alive, by rights. but here he is, hale and hearty and more beautiful than Alex could have dreamed. Alex’s equal at last, nothing about him whispering food or prey or sweet hot blood. a proper mate. when they get around to it, John’ll give Alex a fine clutch, Alex is sure of it. and won’t that be nice? Alex has always wanted to lay.)
(lucky, lucky, lucky. Alex lays himself down again, fits himself against the curve of John’s tail.)
(but he used to be so warm.)
#18, Benwash?
18 - is there something you want to tell me?
Canon, because I can(on)
“Is there something you want to tell me?” George asked, quiet, but in that direct, authoritative way that made him the Commander-in-Chief. Ben had been asked to stay after everyone else had been dismissed from a meeting.
“Sir?” Came Ben’s answer.
“I know you fought with Major Bradford yesterday, Benjamin.”
“Sir, I can expla-”
“I don’t need an explanation, my darling boy. I need to know if you’re hurt.”
Ben blinked in surprise. “What?”
“Did Bradford hurt you? Are you okay, Ben?”
“He...no, not really. Some bruises. And a sizable cut on my arm, but that was from the rocks.”
“Someone threw rocks?” George asked, restrained anger evident in his voice.
“Someone threw me, and I landed on a rock.”
“May I see?” George asked, forcing himself to calm down.
“Yes, sir.” Ben nodded, breathing a sigh of relief. He shoved up his sleeve to reveal the injury.
“Oh, my dear boy, why didn’t you tell me about this sooner?”
“It’s...Well, it’s not that important, compared to all the other things you must deal with”
“Nonsense, my darling Major.” He said, gently cupping Ben’s face. “You are important. You matter to me. Repeat that for me.”
“Yes, sir” Ben said, quietly. “I matter to you.”
“The whole thing, Major.”
“I am important. I matter to you.”
“Excellent. Now, come here , Benjamin, so I can kiss you better”
I have a prompt/question that could force you to write! What are some of the things George and Ben learn about each other after they get married in your Royal AU? (Please ignore the fact I should not be anywhere near this website at present due to my responsibilities. The paper is.... coming along.)
friend! write ur thing!
here’s some things to encourage you
-Ben is seriously smart, and he never stops wanting to learn new interesting things. He’s always got a half-read book on the nightstand.
-George takes to reading more because of this. He wants to have something to talk about, and the way Ben’s eyes light up when he asks “So, have you read...?” is just lovely.
-Neither of them were ever ill during the engagement, so the first time Ben gets sick, he’s blown away by the tenderness with which George helps him get better. There are so many cuddles and bowls of soup. So many glasses of water carried from the kitchen to the bedroom.
-The first time George gets sick, he doesn’t even want Ben to know. He doesn’t want his new husband to think he married a sickly old man. Ben will have none of this nonsense and makes sure George is warm and comfy while he gets better.
-They’re both okay cooks, when they can be bothered to do it. They’re also both royals, which means they usually can’t be.
-George was wounded in action as a young man. When Ben finds the scar and shyly asks about it, they end up talking for hours about it. George wasn’t keeping it secret exactly, he just doesn’t usually want to discuss it and it never really came up.
-Ben finds out that George has reading glasses. Those were a secret.
-Ben hums and talks to himself if he’s writing something or working out something complicated.
-George is a very good dancer
“If I don’t win your heart in a month we can call off the wedding.” Benwash for the Royal AU prompts?
This thing? Not a spoils thing.
“My dear Prince Benjamin, I understand your apprehension - and I admit to feeling some myself. So I shall make you this promise - If I have not won your heart in a month, we can call off this engagement. Is that agreeable to you?” George said, taking just one of Ben’s hands between his own.
“It is very agreeable, King Washington. I thank you for all your understanding.” answered Ben, blushing the prettiest pink George had ever seen.
“You are my fiancé now. I would be remiss if I didn’t make sure you were completely comfortable with this. And please, we’re engaged. You can call me George.”
Ben nodded. “Nevertheless, I appreciate it, Ki- George. And you may call me Ben.”
“Thank you, Ben. And since I have only a month to convince you to marry me, may I be so bold as to ask if I might kiss you?”
Ben flushed brighter.
“You may.”
Hmmhmm... when Ben cries for the first time in front of George does it Break His Heart?
Absolutely, in any verse.
But in TMTS, with the whole bonded-souls thing? George not only sees how upset Ben is, he feels how upset he is.
Basically, in TMTS, if Ben is crying, George is either also crying (if he thinks Ben is upset because of him, this is Going To Happen) or trying very hard to not cry and stay calm in order to send Ben better vibes.
