Spacedogs AU: Rules to Break When Romancing A Rake
Adam Raki is never going to get married.
He comes to this conclusion even before the end of his season when the lack of alpha attentions was already overwhelmingly obvious. His father has chalked it up to each alpha not being “his one” and he agrees for most did not seem to be able to stomach him for more than a dance.
At least not after he’d told them the rules of courting him.
Rule #1: No kissing.
Any proper omega worth their salt knew you should not put the cart before the horse and his own father had made these rules so he trusted him to be truthful. So what if he’d seen Bethany in the bushes with nearly every omegan who batted their eyelashes at her? Who cared if he knew Will Graham had already impregnated his omega fiance the day after they met?
Things such as a kiss before a marriage bond were reckless and just something he would never do.
Rule #2: No unsupervised rendezvous.
He knew most omegas once they’d found their someone were more than happy to go gallivanting around in the dark to be near them but that was how unwed and unbonded omegas were made. He would not go out without a proper chaperone. No matter how handsome or beautiful an alpha was.
Rule #3: No ingestion of liquors or tobacco products.
Adam’s father smokes a pipe and he does not enjoy the scent, not at all, which means he rides in a separate carriage to every ball. He knows pipes are all the rage though he does not understand the appeal. He will not have a husband who ingests those things nor will he ever do it himself.
Rule #4: No more than one dance.
This rule he often wishes he felt differently on, though he had yet to have an alpha who asked for more than one all season long. He longs at times to get properly danced with, the perfect alpha hold as they move and sway along. That doesn’t seem to be occuring in the near future and he thinks perhaps he should worry about this.
Rule #5: No unseemly conversation
Adam hears omegas whisper about such talk at balls, giggling behind their hands at alpha’s posturing talk of ‘filling’ and ‘tasting’ that he just will not be a part of. He does not understand that type of talk being anything but inappropriate and disgusting.
He has spent the last few months since he came of age somehow turning most alphas away because of his regimented rules but his father says “those are not your person” which helps his anxious feelings on the subject.
The idea that he may spend the rest of his life dealing with heats alone is not the worst thing as he is not entirely comfortable with strangers.
Also he feels no excitement about going to balls.
Adam more and more is thrilled not to be paid much mind. The events his father brings him to he starts to wander around in more than stay in view of the ballroom.
He spends time in the libraries, the porches or, more often than not, the garden.
It’s there, sitting on a bench in the garden of Lord Renoir’s estate, that he first sees The Man in Black.
The man is climbing out of the second story window carrying a rucksack. His face is entirely covered by a mask that also blocks view of his hair. Adam stands and walks forward just as he jumps down to the grass.
“Are you a thief?”
The man turns and his smile makes Adam’s stomach feel odd. “Of course not, Darling,” he says, “I am merely here for the costume ball.”
Adam steps back as the man, whose scent identifies him as Alpha with a sudden rush to Adam’s senses, moves forward.
“This is not a costume ball. I need to—“
The Alpha reaches out and Adam shivers in anticipation of a touch. The stranger’s hand stops just short of his cheek.
“May I touch you, Darling?”
“No,” Adam says, “It’s improper.”
A hearty laugh makes Adam warmer than before and he feels slick slide down his thighs.
“I’m anything but proper, Gorgeous. But I do respect a proper omega. Especially one who smells as good as you do. Can I have your name?”
“No,” Adam whispers, “I don’t give my name to thieves.”
The Man in Black steps back and bows. “Of course you don’t. Apologies. Would you give me a moment to get away before you alert them?”
“I—“
He takes off into the trees before Adam can even finish his thought. Adam feels weak in the knees and has to right himself a moment.
No alpha before has made him feel such things or smelled so very enticing.
Who was that masked man?
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I’m already working on it. It’s not gonna be anywhere near that long though lol.
Reader goals: Your fav fan writer and your fav fan artist going back and forth in a delicious cycle of fic and art, until you’re printing out Tumblr pages so you can roll around in a pile of them
It’s been said that there is an alpha for every omega.
Charmont knows this, but he has not yet met his.
After his parents’ deaths and his uncle’s that follows years later, he worries when he’ll meet his alpha. How long would they have really? A few years? Possibly a decade?
Is that worth the heartache?
As an omega king Charmont is mostly a figurehead while the kingdom run by the collective of governors his father appointed years ago.
They don’t always see eye to eye, but Char is safe and happy.
That all comes crashing down when he’s invited to the neighboring kingdom and meets the horseman.
Char is walking with Queen Cata, charming her as he’s always found easy to do with alphas. The queen sighs that they are not well matched, touching his cheek just as a strange scent overwhelms him.
The alpha standing in the stables is broad shouldered and older than him, though Char has no cares for that. His alpha is very handsome.
“Charmont?”
The alpha comes forward without being called and they shake hands, the shiver going through him he sees echo in the silver haired alpha.
“Charmont this is Michael Kohlhaas.”
Kohlhaas takes his hand and Char cares not for proper behavior, turning to leave immediately.
He doesn’t need this, not at all.
As horrible as it makes him seem, he misses dinner and is ready to leave in the morning when an unexpected thing occurs.
There is a man found wandering the outskirts of the castle.
The guards insist he stay the afternoon, he smells Kohlhaas in the air as they scamper but does not see his alpha.
Cata seems far too interested in his reaction to her horseman but he does not tell her a thing playing coy.
“I was feeling faint, I apologize. He reminded me of my father, it was akin to seeing a ghost.”
She is sympathetic as they eat breakfast, and when the guards come in right after he smells a new scent on them that has him weak kneed.
They are carrying a bloodied shirt, the alpha smell so strong Char rips it from him.
“Where is he?”
The guard frowns, “He is in the dungeon.”
“Charmont?”
Char bites his lip, trying to calm himself.
He doesn’t want this.
But he won’t let his alpha hurt.
Char doesn’t even know why the scent is so much stronger now, choking him with the thickness of it, but as he rushes down the stairs it’s made clear.
The prisoner is not Kohlhaas.
But he is there beside him, red eyed and gripping the bars.
Two of them.
He has two alphas.
“Have you come to force me to leave? He’s injured and you monsters would let him die suffering in this cell like an animal.”
Char does not know how to respond and whimpers pathetically as he draws near.
Kohlaas makes a sound with his tongue.
“If they think sending an omega will sway me in any way by some pathetic biological need they’re surely mistaken. I would think you were above such things, young king.”
The other alpha looks at Char, his face bloody and bruised. Char wants to fall to his knees and help him. “I am not here to persuade you into leaving. I…can you not scent it too?”
Kohlaas sniffs the air. “I smell an omega. Cleaner than most but an omega all the same.”
“Why are you down here so late and so worried if you do not sense a connection between you and he?”
Kohlaas laughs. “No connection? I smelled him for miles, have attempted to lure him out into the open for nearly a fortnight. It’s you who lured him with your siren scent and your—“
The terms MOTW (Monster of the Week) and UST (Unresolved Sexual Tension) were coined by the X-Files online fandom.
They are now used not just in wider fandom, but as meta terms in general television, including by tv writers themselves.
The X-Files also gave us the COTR (Conversation on the Rock). It references a scene wherein the two main characters have a deep conversation pertaining to their psychology and development as characters. The conversation only comes about because they are stranded and isolated on a rock surrounded by water.
While the term has faded outside the X-Files fandom, the tv trope of isolation + revelation references the COTR heavily. The fandom trope of isolation + revelation is even more widespread. Are your characters locked in a closet? trapped in an elevator? snowed in in a cabin, Canadian shack or a cave? caught injured in building rubble? Are they having a frank conversation about how they consider the other and/or themselves? If so, it’s a COTR.
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