what if barbossa's crew was all omegas and the aztec gold was heat suppressants and at first they were so grateful but bootstrap bill was the only one who didn't want to take his so that's why they threw him overboard and then the years wore on and they realized they couldn't bottom at all and so jack became famous for being the only omega pirate who still went into heat
this is so true tbh like literally what if barbossa's crew was all omegas and the aztec gold was heat suppressants and at first they were so grateful but bootstrap bill was the only one who didn't want to take his so that's why they threw him overboard and then the years wore on and they realized they couldn't bottom at all and so jack became famous for being the only omega pirate who still went into heat
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The Winged Servant - 10
content warnings: mentions of murder, non-human whumpee with non-human injuries, dehumanization
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It wasn’t until hours later that someone tall walked in, his perfect posture and unreadable expression reeking of confidence. I immediately ducked my head down, but he didn’t glance at me, his platform boots coming to a stop in front of the queen.
“Kieran,” she acknowledged, not looking up at him.
“Lucia. Pleasure to see you again. Your status as a former ruler means that I am required to show a certain level of respect for you, but please know that will not protect you from the consequences of breaking the law. It will only protect me from spitting on your grave.”
I tried desperately to remember what Prince Ryan had told me about Keiran last night. Someone had their information wrong, because he’d just called the queen a former ruler when her family had had the crown for sixteen generations. We’d come here to overthrow Keiran—that meant he was a king, right? Of what country? We hadn’t driven far enough to have left Sathenn last night, had we? All of Sathenn was the territory of the royal family, forever, but Kieran was a king somewhere, right?
“Lucia, your charges against the kingdom are as follows,” the man—Kieran—continued. “The murder of seven people last night, the-” He abruptly cut himself off, and I glanced up to see his eyes fixed on me.
Fuck.
I leaned further forward, straining my wings in an effort to stay balanced, hoping desperately that he’d continue whatever he was doing before. It seemed to have the opposite effect. “You have wings.”
I swallowed nervously. “Yes, sir.” His boots had spikes on them. I couldn’t tell if they were just decoration or if they were strong enough to be used to hurt. Decorative spikes could still hurt, but it’d ruin them to be used like that. That might not stop him, though. With boots like that, he wouldn't even have to crouch down to draw my blood, it'd be so easy. If he kicked me, it would- well, it probably wouldn’t be good, exactly.
Kieran glanced between me and the queen. “Lucia, where the hell did you get an angel? I can’t- You know what? I don’t want to know.” He crouched in front of me. “Hey. Angel. What’s your name?”
“Onyx. …Sir.” I didn’t lift my head up, hoping it would disguise the way my voice shook.
Obviously, it didn’t work, because his voice was gentle the next time he talked. “Okay, Onyx, my name is Kieran. Can you tell me what happened to your wing?”
“... Pardon?”
“Your wing. The broken one.”
The broken one. Right. Right. “That wasn't from last night. It’s been broken as long as I can remember, sir. It doesn’t hurt anymore. It was broken as a preventative measure, so that I couldn’t fly.”
“So that you couldn’t- Jesus. Okay. That’s sadistic. You’re going to need medical care for that, and for- what happened to your arm?”
My arm was from last night, but it was difficult to remember what had actually happened. It was a sword, I thought, probably, because Prince Cardan had… fuck, what had happened? He’d resisted the handcuffs, right?
“Sometime today, Onyx.”
“My apologies, sir. It got scraped last night.”
“Right. Medical care. Is anyone else in here injured?”
“Ryan fucked up his arm,” Prince Cardan blurted out, and Prince Ryan turned to glare at him.
“You fucked up my arm. Are you snitching on me to Kieran to get back at me for not letting you kill him? Is that what this is, you little piece of-”
“No one is snitching on anyone,” Kieran said firmly. “For better or worse, no one is treating anyone without explicit consent. Ryan, would you like medical assistance?”
Prince Ryan spat at Kieran’s boots.
“Fine by me,” Kieran muttered. “Onyx, medical care?”
I glanced at Prince Ryan, on my left, and he sighed. “They won't be able to do anything about your wing, but you can go if your arm hurts.” He was annoyed, maybe with his brother and maybe with me, but he wouldn’t have said I could if he hadn’t meant it. I wouldn’t get in trouble for going.
“Untie the angel and help him to the infirmary, please,” Kieran told a guard. I wouldn’t get in trouble from the royal family for going, but I supposed that he had made no promises.
“Onyx,” Prince Ryan said quietly, and I glanced back at him. “Do what they tell you, yeah? Be nice and compliant for them. Don’t get hurt.” Don’t get punished, he meant. Do what they tell you and stay out of trouble.
I could do that. I knew how to do that.
Prince Cardan laughed. “It's an angel, Ry, not some priceless artifact. Does it matter?”
Prince Ryan didn't give an answer, and the guard didn't wait for one anyway, ushering me out the door.
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wip ask game — 'oblivious' or 'favorite', maybe? :)
THANK U KIERS :DD !!
oblivious
i had nothing for that unf <//3 which just means i Gotta use that word soon!!
favorite
“Oh my god, you’re my favorite brother. Don’t tell Quinn.”
Fanfic Work-In-Progress Guessing Game
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The Winged Servant Masterlist
Onyx, a 23 year old angel, has served Her Majesty Queen Lucia for as long as he can remember. It takes an overthrow attempt gone wrong to realize that what she’s been doing to him isn’t the usual treatment for servants.
General tropes in the series: royalty whump, non-human whumpee (wings), multiple caretakers, most of the story will probably be recovery, first person perspective (from whumpee's pov) (this means it'll say "I/me/my" instead of "he/him/his")
Also I made a pie chart to that everyone knows what to expect from this series!
[image description: a pie chart that is labeled with about 15% plot, 35% whump, and 50% fucked up character dynamics /end id]
Chapters:
one -introduction to the story and Onyx
two -Onyx delivers breakfast to the queen
three -Onyx tries to clean for the princes
four -Ryan interrupts Onyx when Onyx is supposed to be doing dishes
five -Onyx gets punished hehe
six -dinner and plot set up
seven -Onyx is lucky enough to leave the house for once :)
eight -the twins cause problems, as per usual
nine -the twins cause more problems, unsurprisingly
ten -what's this? a person that meets Onyx and doesn't immediately decide he's deserving of every bad thing??
Other writing:
ryan-focused drabble
birthday drabble from during captivity
onyx has a fever drabble (whumptober 2023)(technically a chapter but very far in the future)
Other:
Onyx drawings and picrew
Royal family drawings and picrews
Onyx fanart by the lovely toyybox
ryan asks: 1 | 2
onyx asks: 1
Taglist: (lmk if you'd like to be added/taken off!)
@kaleidoscope-of-thoughts @toyybox @rainydaywhump @risk606
please please let me know if you notice any broken links :)
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