The B in ABO stands for BROTHERS
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featheredflamesAfter a long time of searching and tracking his brother down, Joshua Rosfield is finally bracing himself to come face to face with his brother. It has been years since the Night of Flames and the tragedy that befell their home thanks to their mother's treacherous betrayal. He himself had almost succumbed to his injuries and Clive had been tossed into the Sanbrequoi army without a second thought, branded and treated worse than a mutt with mange. When Cyril had told him the fate of his brother and the truth of what had happened that night, Joshua had wept till he could no longer squeeze another tear out of him. Fate had been unkind to them both, certainly, but Clive had endured a particular sort of suffering Joshua would not wish upon anyone.
And now...now that he was grown and could handle his own, he would save him. Somehow. The details were only half worked out, but if Joshua was good at anything it was coming up with a solution on the fly. Jote had been sent ahead and Joshua had reassured her he would be fine. That he would have to do this alone. Needed to.
There might be a beast that slumbered inside of his brother, but was that not true for every human? Beyond eikons and magicks there were primal urges and needs that had to be met. Society was not only tiered by those who were branded and not, but by their physical disposition. Joshua had presented as an Omega late in life, well into his teenage years, due to the trauma he had endured. It had been a struggle to come to terms with his body, to force the suppressant medicine down his throat along with everything else. His body always seemed to want to work against him, but it had always been that way, hadn't it? If it wasn't illness it was discomforting desires, the urge to submit himself to those of an opposite disposition...
No. He would be fine. He would corner Clive when he was alone, reveal himself and the two of them would leave together. There would be no mishaps, no hiccups or mistakes - he couldn't afford for there to be.
It is just outside Northreach that Joshua finds his brother alone, lost in thought, staring at the flames of a fire. The sight of the brand on his cheek makes his chest ache, but he would make this right. Somehow, he would save Clive...he just needed to convince him that he was who he said he was. Surely that would not be difficult to accomplish.
...But Clive was a soldier, and a good one at that. He would be a fool to sneak up on him...so Joshua doesn't. Making sure the coast is clear he moves to approach him, tattered hood down to show his face. He has remained hidden for far too long. It was now or never - he had to make his move.
"...Clive?"
And now...now that he was grown and could handle his own, he would save him. Somehow. The details were only half worked out, but if Joshua was good at anything it was coming up with a solution on the fly. Jote had been sent ahead and Joshua had reassured her he would be fine. That he would have to do this alone. Needed to.
There might be a beast that slumbered inside of his brother, but was that not true for every human? Beyond eikons and magicks there were primal urges and needs that had to be met. Society was not only tiered by those who were branded and not, but by their physical disposition. Joshua had presented as an Omega late in life, well into his teenage years, due to the trauma he had endured. It had been a struggle to come to terms with his body, to force the suppressant medicine down his throat along with everything else. His body always seemed to want to work against him, but it had always been that way, hadn't it? If it wasn't illness it was discomforting desires, the urge to submit himself to those of an opposite disposition...
No. He would be fine. He would corner Clive when he was alone, reveal himself and the two of them would leave together. There would be no mishaps, no hiccups or mistakes - he couldn't afford for there to be.
It is just outside Northreach that Joshua finds his brother alone, lost in thought, staring at the flames of a fire. The sight of the brand on his cheek makes his chest ache, but he would make this right. Somehow, he would save Clive...he just needed to convince him that he was who he said he was. Surely that would not be difficult to accomplish.
...But Clive was a soldier, and a good one at that. He would be a fool to sneak up on him...so Joshua doesn't. Making sure the coast is clear he moves to approach him, tattered hood down to show his face. He has remained hidden for far too long. It was now or never - he had to make his move.
"...Clive?"
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Date: 2026-01-04 08:44 am (UTC)No one would, could, love him more than his brother.
"Hush Clive..." He reaches to pet at his brother's face with a hand, tucking shaggy strands behind his ear as best he can until teeth find his skin and his fingers find their place in the strands at the nape of Clive's neck.
"I love you." He groans out his brother's name desperately. "I will always love you...I've always been yours."
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Date: 2026-01-05 03:11 pm (UTC)Which is what he does, after a particularly desperate thrust of his hips. Buried inside of Joshua to the hilt, as deep as he can get to match the teeth in Joshua's skin; claiming his mate in every way possible for an alpha to claim an omega, with every inch of him that he can.
The connection he feels is immediate and overwhelming. A full-bodied thing that pushes him to the brink, and makes his knot swell even bigger where his cock is completely seated in Joshua. Clive is almost mad with it, and he growls low in lust and hunger before pulling his mouth away from his beloved mate's neck.
"My brother," he rasps. "We finally belong to each other, forever."
Fingertips brush along the possessive-red mark he's left. Now everyone who sees Joshua will know he's been mated; they'll know not to touch Clive's precious omega.
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Date: 2026-01-06 12:56 am (UTC)The swell and stretch of Clive's knot inside of him, fusing their bodies together, has Joshua keening out his brother's name, thighs twitching and shaking as he's completely and utterly claimed. The corners of his eyes are wet from overwhelm but there is no sorrow in his heart. No, there is only overflowing love and adoration for his brother-turned-mate.
"Y-Yours...oh Flames Clive...no other shall ever have me..."
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Date: 2026-01-06 01:15 am (UTC)A promise, as he leans forward to kiss those tears from the corner of Joshua's eyes, ignoring how his own face still remains streaked with emotion. Though he can tell that it isn't distress in the sky-blue of his brother's gaze, he still can't bear to see anything clouding those beautiful eyes.
And really, well and truly, Clive is ruined for any other. He has heard that even bonded alphas may find themselves compelled to couple with others outside of their mate given that their rut was strong enough, but the thought of anyone else's body near his makes his stomach turn.
He only needs Joshua. Joshua is perfect. And so, he wants to be as close to his brother as he canβ in all ways, all aspects.
He says as much. "Take my seed, Joshua," is a low huff, delirious with need as he grinds his knot into his omega, his fated mate. "I'm going to fill you."
His, his, his. His mouth rakes against the bondmark he'd just made in warning, then travels up to Joshua's mouth to claim it, kissing deeply as he rides out the last few stutters of his hips. It doesn't take long for him to reach his peak, and he spills inside of Joshua with every intent to breed him in his rut-induced stupor.
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Date: 2026-01-06 01:58 am (UTC)And oh, how he can feel it. With Clive's swollen knot sealing him closed he can feel the warm, wet heat of his brother's release fill inside of him. It is a dangerous gift, one that would surely have him with child if he hadn't had Jote on his case to take his suppressants. The sex addled part of his brain is disappointed, really, that his brother's seed will not take, as his legs hook around Clive's hips to nudge him even closer. It would not be so terrible at all if he was left swollen and with a child in his belly if it were Clive's...
"Oh...but I would have your child..." The words fall from him, choked out as he clings to him weakly, utterly spent himself as his own cock weakly leaks over his middle, leaving them both sticky.
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Date: 2026-01-06 02:16 am (UTC)It's the lust talking, Clive knows. Joshua is far more than their anatomy and their compatibility. But, like this, Clive indulges in the feel of him, in the way Joshua clings and then sprawls backwards onto their dirtied sheets.
With his knot slowly deflating, he breathes through his nose and starts the arduous task of drawing himself out. Past ruts have never ended with orgasms like these, and Clive can still see stars by the time his spent cock slips away from Joshua's tightness. Despite the agony of being apart again, he breathes a soft moan at the mere sight of his spend leaking from his brother's now-flushed entrance.
"Fuck," is inarticulate, but honest. "I would breed you every day if you wished it."
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Date: 2026-01-06 02:26 am (UTC)Trembling fingers set upon his sticky belly, pushing down gently as he marvels at the way even more of his brother's spend drips out of him. What a mess they have made of one another...but it is wonderful and he would not change it for the world.
"If I were madder than I already am, I would."
The fantasy is an incredibly tempting one, his body screaming at him to fulfil what he was born to become. Just what would that be like anyway? To be comfortably nested and cared for like the prince, no - Archduke - he was meant to be? A royally kept omega, one that was happily bred with a large family to boast and be proud of. Founder he is starting to sound like their mother...albeit without the cruelty and twistedness.
"I would be honoured to have your child."
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Date: 2026-01-06 02:38 am (UTC)Not now, though. He wants his brother to keep as much of it inside him, and so Clive settles back onto their rumpled sheets, pulling Joshua into his arms as they speak about things that should remain in the safety of their minds. Forbidden, terrible, sweet things.
"I would give you as many as you'd like."
Out of his mind, still. The fog of his rut is less thick than before, but love and this newly-formed physical bond make him bold and loosen the control he has over what comes out of his mouth.
"You would always have my seed in you. Always so full of me..." A low shudder of pleasure, and he nuzzles against Joshua's neck. "Everyone would scent me on you. They'll know that you're the most well-loved omega in all of Valisthea."
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Date: 2026-01-06 02:56 am (UTC)Clive seems to like the notion, and with him cradling him close and in his arms, Joshua submits to the incredibly tempting thought. He sighs against his brother's chest, half-drunk from his orgasm and the scent of his alpha.
"Oh...what temptation you speak of brother..." Which it is. "I would want nothing more than that...to be with child and full of your love in every way...our family would be so large and lovely..."
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Date: 2026-01-06 03:15 am (UTC)Safe, held, away from the world and all of its evils. Clive has seen the worst of what men can do to others, and he shudders to think of any of it encroaching on Joshua in any way, of that darkness every touching any part of his brother. It already has, reallyβ Clive can't imagine that any part of Joshua's life after the Night of Flames has been easyβ but to dwell on that may actually drive him mad.
He shakes his head against it, and holds Joshua tighter against himself. Fingers dig into pale skin, clinging.
"...Never leave me, Joshua. I'll never leave you again."
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Date: 2026-01-06 03:19 am (UTC)"I will not leave you, Clive. I promise. We will never be apart ever again."
He has always been his brothers, but now he truly belonged to him.
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Date: 2026-01-06 03:58 am (UTC)He nods, acknowledging and trusting. For thirteen years, he's trusted nothing and no one; to do so again should feel more terrifying, but it isn't so when he's with Joshua. His mate, his everything.
"Never." A soft parroting, and he finally lets tension bleed from his shoulders. "...We'll find somewhere safe. You can nest, and I'll take care of your every need."
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Date: 2026-01-06 04:11 am (UTC)"The Undying have a safe haven we can use...at least until we decide our next course of action."
It isn't ideal and he doubts Cyril would let him build a nest, but it is the best chance both of them have at relative peace in the immediate future.
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Date: 2026-01-06 04:29 am (UTC)A strange thing, to be speaking of Rosarian secrets. He's been under Sanbreque's boot for so long, both denying and self-denying memories of his homelandβ speaking of anything that hearkens to his old life feels like a dream, intangible and unreal.
Especially right now, still riding the tail end of his intense rut. His mind is still largely scrambled, though he struggles to tame it with the questions that really matter, like how Joshua has been spending his time, if he's well, what he's been planning to do.
Clive sighs, and closes his eyes.
"...Forgive me, Joshua. I'll listen to everything you have to say, after I settle."
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Date: 2026-01-06 05:04 am (UTC)Joshua can only imagine how trying this whole ordeal has been on his brother. How would he feel once he was finally free of his rut's grip on his mind? It was something they'd face together regardless. He continues to stroke his brother's hair, wanting only calm for his heart and mind.
"Rest, please. I will be here when you wake if you wish to sleep."
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Date: 2026-01-07 07:30 am (UTC)A terrible thing, that he survived. A miraculous thing, that Joshua wasn't dead. He slacks against Joshua when his brother deigns to soothe him with fingers in his unruly, dust-streaked hair, and shivers despite the heat of his rut still coursing through him, more a distant hum now than the shrill scream it'd been before.
He's tired. Exhausted, really. No worse than what Joshua must be feeling, having been accosted by the whims of a feral alpha.
Clive will apologize for it all later. Later, later, after sleep drags him down into a dreamless abyss, too spent for his brain to provide the nightmares that usually plague him.
It's a merciful void, up and until he has to wake from it. When he does, it's with Joshua still wrapped tight in his paranoid arms, sleep-numb fingers pressed to the bitemark he's left on his brother's neck.
The bitemark.
Oh, fuck.
Clive starts awake, paling as the recollections of the evening prior flood together with more coherency. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
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Date: 2026-01-07 07:38 am (UTC)The shifting of Clive against him only stirs him enough to grumble, face tucking close to his brother's chest to block out any light that may dare disturb him. He is tired and sore and he would rather remain mostly asleep for the time being if he can. Just a moment longer, if he can be granted it.
He truly has never been one for mornings, even now.
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Date: 2026-01-09 05:12 am (UTC)Panic presses against the edges of his meandering emotions, but he swallows it down; he vacillates wildly between elation and horror, but can't commit fully to either.
At the very least, he would never permit himself to shove his long-estranged brother aside, so he remains where he isοΌ pale, with his head spinningοΌ in bed, brushing fingertips up from the teeth-shaped indents in his brother's skin up to sleep-mussed blond hair.
"Joshua," he ventures. In case he really has gone completely mad, and he's concocted all of this in his broken mind.
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Date: 2026-01-09 05:32 am (UTC)"...Not now, Clive. Surely it is far too early..."
Perhaps the most mundane response he could give Clive after everything that they've just endured together, but it's true...he does not want to get up just yet and he is quite exhausted.
"A few more minutes..."
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Date: 2026-01-09 06:06 am (UTC)It settles something seething and angry inside of him. The guilt and the mortification remain, but are dulled by the sweeping wave of affection he feels. In any and all situations, Joshua being alive will always be the blessing he counts before the curses in his inventory.
"...Alright." As he recalls the physical stress he's made Joshua endure the night prior. He thinks to check if his brother is still sickly, if the fevers and ailments of his childhood have persisted; his palm rakes over Joshua's forehead, assessing for fever or cold sweats. "Rest, brother."
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Date: 2026-01-09 06:28 am (UTC)Perhaps he should be more alarmed with their situation, or with the dull aches that grip his body here and there...but he isn't. Joshua is aware of what had taken place. He knows that Clive has claimed him in every which way. He made peace with that before he'd fucked him silly into the simple mattress they were both lying on. The only guilt he feels is that he did not approach Clive sooner...that his brother had to endure alone for so long...
"...Morning?"
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Date: 2026-01-09 06:57 am (UTC)He shifts when Joshua does, and wills his nerves to steel when those blue eyes open and settle on him with still-sleepy focus.
"Morning." Insane that any of this is happening at all, but Clive manages the thinnest veneer of normalcy. "...I think."
No windows in the room means no way of knowing the time of day. Not important, though.
"...How do you feel?" He can start here, at least.
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Date: 2026-01-09 07:04 am (UTC)Joshua sure hopes so. Clive does seem more subdued than he had been when he'd found his brother in such a sorry state.
"And you are not to apologize either...for any of this."
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Date: 2026-01-11 11:08 pm (UTC)"I... wasn't sound of mind. All these years apart, and I..."
Fuck, that sounds like he didn't want to make Joshua, which isn't the case. He shakes his head, letting unkempt bangs rustle over his face.
"It shouldn't have been like this."
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Date: 2026-01-11 11:24 pm (UTC)He says his brother's name with all the calm he can muster, setting a hand atop his head. Out comes the heat from his palm, flames soothing in a bid to massage Clive's flayed nerves. Nothing should have ended up this way, but fate had decided otherwise. They simply had to make the best of it.
"We have one another now, that is all that matters. I promise, Clive, there is no reason to harbour guilt."
If anyone was to be guilty it was him.
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