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Day 1

Regulus,

I’m assuming you have not missed that secondary genders have returned. I have presented as an Alpha. I am, in part, hoping you are an omega for that reason. However, I know what presenting omega would mean in your family. 

Please let me know if you are safe. If you are not, I shall do whatever I need to in order to make you safe again. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

Kingsley,

I, too, have presented as an Alpha. My brother is Omega, and I don’t have to tell you what this means in terms of the Family. 

Does this change things for you?

RAB

Little Prince, 

It changes nothing except I am less worried for your safety. My feelings for you, as ever, are steadfast. 

Does this change anything for you?

Kingsley

King,

Am I a fool? Of course it does not.

I am relieved. Hogwarts has been thrown into such disarray that I doubt it will be resolved in our lifetime, and knowing you remain somewhere, sane and wonderfulreasonable as you are, makes it an easier burden to bear. 

I’ll admit it has been somewhat of a headache. Mother has been demanding a meeting to assess our presentations, and Sirius is being much more difficult than usual.

Speaking of Sirius… I had to   duty demanded that I   don’t laugh   I claimed him to prevent him from being assaulted by another student. You’ll understand how chaotic it all is when I tell you that I haven’t yet poisoned the other student. It’s been a nightmare.

Are you safe? Is your family? I know you cannot disclose the location of your mission, however, the full power of the House of Black is at my hands now, and if you need it, it is at yours.

Always,

RAB

Little Prince, 

You’ve claimed him, not bonded, correct? I suppose if you have bonded with him, then we have an omega to join us. I may enjoy having two partners who look as beautiful as you, my love. Though, your brother is quite obnoxious  annoying  impossible  loud, and I would miss my quiet evenings with you. 

I am safe. Our mission was compromised as soon as presentations returned, though we were fortunately at our last checkpoint before our point of no return, and we cancelled the mission. I am currently writing to you from my favorite chair in the living room and sipping of brandy while I think of you. It is quite lonely, but I shall persevere. 

My family is safe as well. Ardella has presented as a beta, and her wife is an alpha. I spoke with them at length, and they are safe. Mother and Father are traveling currently. They chose to extend their stay in the Amafi Coast due to the presentations, but I believe that is as much by choice as it is necessity. They are both alphas, and seem content with my and Ardella’s presentations as well. 

Also, you have the full power of the House of Black? Little Prince, do you run the Family now? What have your parents presented as?

Yours, 

Kingsley

P.S. I read this, and thought of you, so I thought I would send it along as well. “My life has been filled with magic, but never before have I understood its power as I do when I hold you. You are made of magic, and I am but your humble magician.” Merlin to King Arthur, Sixth Century. 

King,

You are the second person to ask me if I have bonded with my own brother recently, and I will warn you that if I am asked again, I will succumb to the Black madness and you will need to find a new partner. I shall forgive you but only because I still can’t quite stand right, thanks to you. The dining room table was not the wisest choice, though I have no regrets.

I should have taken your brandy back to the castle with me. Slughorn confiscated the last bottle I purchased. I am miserably sober and the whole castle smells of slick. I cannot graduate soon enough. I miss you already.

I realize now we were so occupied that I neglected to answer your questions about my parents. Mother is a beta. She refuses to disclose Father’s presentation, however the crest has appeared on my wrist (you may recall seeing it when you had me pinned) and I am now the heir apparent. I am still learning the magic that governs all of this, but it appears the Family is mine to rule. Ours.

I seem to recall spying a new tattoo on your chest last night. Tell me the significance. 

Always,

RAB

(PS) This quote is the second reason I forgive you for the jokes about my brother.

Little Prince, 

Perhaps the table was a poor choice, but I believe you are entirely to blame, showing up completely unexpectedly and with that gorgeous blush on your cheeks. Next time, I promise to take my time with you and remind you of how comfortable my bed is. 

Don’t tease me with the Black madness, or I might just have to tease you about your brother again. It is my most closely held belief that your great aunt Charis was an absolute chimera in bed by the end. Her husband Casper always looked like she’d just pulled him into a broom closet and didn’t bother fixing his hair before letting him return to the party.

I shall send you a new bottle by owl tomorrow. Do you recall the camouflage charm that I taught you for it? I’ll send it by disguise, but you may need to use the charm to keep that old cow away again. 

I’ve done some inquiring. Your father is an omega, and apparently quite unhappy by the turn of events. Word has it that he was kicked out of Wizengamot today as he doesn’t control the family any longer. I suppose that seat must belong to you. My, you shall be busy, Little Prince. I hope you’ll still make time for little old me. 

The mark you saw on my chest is a new protection rune. It’s situated just beneath my heart as it is intended to shield me from dark magic that attacks the magical core. It’s been useful, so far, though it hasn’t had a true test yet. Thankfully, the design of it is quite appealing. I assume you agree given the fact that you paid it such close oral attention. 

Tell me of your brother. I know you worry for him. Is he navigating this new world alright? I know you have the power of the House of Black, but if there’s anything I can do, you only need to ask. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

P.S. When I read that letter, I felt as though I had written it myself. I had to stop myself from searching our prior correspondence for the words because Merlin could not have plagiarized them. Or perhaps he did, and then created a device to travel through time to send them to Arthur. I understand that sort of desire. I would search through all of time to find the words to tell you how much I adore you. Since I cannot, these words shall have to suffice. 

Day 2

King,

I wish

I need

I fought with Sirius today, and he was hurt.

Mother required a meeting. She told me it was to be by firecall, but of course came in person. She worked Sirius up and I failed attempted to intervene but I wasn’t good enough it was unsuccessful. He left. Terry Mulciber found him.

It was some hours until I could find him again. I worried he was dead or worse. I don’t know where he went, but he is back now. Alive. I couldn’t assess him properly as Lupin, his intended, was up in arms. I believe he will be alright physically but it could have been worse and it was my fault and I’m so .

Thank you for the brandy, and for the news about Father. I understand why Mother intends to keep it a secret. I suppose they consider it shameful. I will have to be diligent to keep the name of the House of Black above any rumors of weakness.

I do like the rune, you are correct. Your tattoos are my favorite pieces of art, sitting as they do on the loveliest canvas. If the Black madness does take me, perhaps I will learn to trace the shape of them with my eyes closed. Or perhaps I will learn that either way.

I need your help You offered assistance, and I think I should like to take you up on it. Terry Mulciber is in St. Mungo’s. He harmed my brother. He attempted to do worse. Could you speak to him about the folly of these actions?

And when you finish, please come see me I need you would you write me back? 

Always, 

RAB

(PS) Despite my many failings, I can safely state that you will never have to search through time to find the words for me, as I have always preferred the sound of my name on your lips above all others.

Before the next chapter, please read Worship at my Sacred Altar. 

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Day 3

Little Prince, 

My lips can’t forget the shape of your name this morning, nor can my tongue forget the taste of your skin.  My arms feel empty without you in them now, and I am certain that I left my heart back there with you. I’m very glad that the passage into the Slytherin dorms exists.

I’m sorry for keeping this short. I need to stop in at St. Mungo’s before I head to the office. Remember, I leave for another mission tonight. It will be a short one, but I’m not certain if I’ll be able to write back to you today. In my absence, please know that your name is the song my heart is singing until I see you again. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

Little Prince, 

Mulciber has been handled. If he speaks to you or your brother again, please use the phrase Alea iacta rest. It doesn’t actually mean anything, but it will remind him of our conversation. If he persists, then I shall handle it again. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

King,

I could not dream up a more perfect human, and yes, I do mean perfect, not wonderful or beautiful or intelligent or sharp, although you are all these things, but perfect also, lacking flaws. Sometimes I worry you cannot be real but then you appear in my dormitory with your thunderous reality and it is all I can do to see you.

Thank you for coming last night.

I feel more settled this morning. Grounded by the reality of who you are, what we are. Losing sight of this is a flaw I will attempt to address, when I am not busy remembering you.

Sirius is safe. I saw to him this morning. He went to see my cousin, Andromeda. He had been injured, but received medical care, and all of it will heal. It was difficult to take in. I would prefer he not be injured again. Hopefully Lupin can manage that. 

They are still pretending that all of this is temporary, but this morning I walked in on Lupin knotting Sirius (Obliviate me of this when you next see me, it is a burden I shouldn’t have to bear) and the three of them looked like they could die happy on the spot. My brother is in love, and he isn’t going to admit it. This does not bode well for the Notts.

Classes are starting again, so I must go waste my time in History of Magic. I’ll be thinking of you. Be safe on your mission. Know that you carry my heart with you, and I’ve never been so foolish to entrust it to someone. I am expecting you to return it, and yourself, safely. 

You have never let me down. I suspect you would not know how to. Still, bring all those tattoos back to me without mar, King. 

Ab imo pectore,

RAB

Little Prince, 

It is hard to accept love when it has always been held at arm's length as a punishment. I will be here to ground you in my love for as long as you will have me. I am hoping it is forever. 

I am relieved that Sirius is safe, for his sake as well as yours. I do not know Lupin and Potter well, beyond their reputation for mischief when I was still at Hogwarts. Are they worthy of your brother? Or, should we prepare ourselves to keep them apart? Would you like me to see what I can learn about them? 

I do know the Notts, however. Chester is not an understanding man, and he is very driven for power and position. I assume that is why he came to get the betrothal to Sirius in the first place. He will not willingly release Sirius from the betrothal unless he thinks it is in his benefit. His son, Franklin, on the other hand, is a kind man. He was in my year, though we were in different houses, and I have nothing but nice things to say about him. He would be a good mate for your brother, if that is what will be, and I believe he would deal with you fairly if you wanted to break it. Let me know either way, and I will do what I can to help you. 

I cannot say I envy you attending History of Magic, though perhaps it is more interesting when you are living through history. In either case, I hope you didn't allow thoughts of me to distract you from your education. And if it did, you simply must tell me, in as much detail as possible, so that I know what has been occupying your mind. 

The mission is going well. Unfortunately, I did not make it home tonight. We are still in the field, and I cannot tell you where. Luckily, we are safely settled for the night, and I do not expect we are in any danger before morning. I do wish you were here with me, but I shall have to make do with the memory of you instead. 

If you are not otherwise busy, could you write me again tonight? My company is dreadful, and I fear that I shall resort to writing you poetry if I am left alone. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

King,

You cannot tempt me with poetry if you aren’t going to send it. I’m waiting.

I’ll tell you about Lupin and Potter while I wait. Lupin is an Alpha. He is smart, studies hard, the most sensible of their little group. He’s a halfblood; his father, Lyall, married a muggle. I know Lyall works for the Ministry but I don’t know where his persuasions lie. Lupin is a werewolf. It’s meant to be a secret, but my brother calls him Moony. I don’t believe Sirius inherited a single cunning bone.

Potter is louder than Sirius, if you can imagine. Omega. His father invented Sleekeazy. Mother believes the Potters are miserable excuses for purebloods, however Potter has made Sirius extraordinarily happy for many years now. He’s captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Clever. I think if he wasn’t so important to my brother, I’d obliviate the thought of magic out of his mind just so he wouldn’t annoy me each day.

Although I am glad to run the Family, Sirius presenting Omega creates many challenges, Chester Nott among them. The man was a boor over Christmas. I’m relieved to hear you say that Franklin is kind. If Sirius’s friends won’t admit their feelings, I’d like him to be bonded to someone who will treat him well. Mother asked me if I wanted to bond with him. Make jokes about that at your own risk, King.

I worry for my brother. The claim has made things different hard confusing difficult. I would much prefer I was sensing your arousal and needs at all times, instead of developing a headache when Sirius sleeps poorly and getting warm when he stares too long at Potter’s arse.

If you must know, during History of Magic I was thinking of your fingers. I’ve never met someone so talented with their hands. Dexterous. Gorgeous. When I close my eyes, I imagine you, licking honey off your fingertips, laving every inch of your hands with my tongue, since I would rather die than leave you incomplete. And your hands are so good, as all of you is good, that I could spend hours there, from the tip of your middle finger to your wrist and back again. I will admit that you have a penchant towards impatience, so I suspect I would need to bind you in order to have my way, but that could be arranged, couldn’t it? I don’t think you would protest.

I hope you are as distracted reading this as I was in History of Magic, where I retained very little information. If I could be there with you, I would make my point in person, press your wrists down to the earth in the Ministry-standard tent I’m certain you’re camped in. I’d throw your partner out first. No one but me is permitted to see you like that.

Always,

RAB

Little Prince,

I should have responded to the start of your letter before I made it to the end. I shall do my best yet, but know that as I do, I am imagining my fingers in your mouth. 

Is Lupin's father Lyall Lupin? If so, he's the head of the Beast Division in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. He's vocally outspoken about the necessity for strict controls over werewolves, and has implemented many restrictions on their ability to work and live. I don't know of another Lupin in the Ministry, but that seems like an odd position for someone who's son suffers from lycanthropy. Does Lupin get along with his father?

I've met Potter’s parents. They are delightful, kind, generous, and I can completely understand why your parents do not like them. Your brother would be lucky to call them family. 

I will resist making light of your bonding and attraction with your brother, but only because I cannot currently think of anything other than your attraction to me. 

I've never allowed anyone to tie me down, but my heart is already tethered to yours, and the rest of me cannot protest allowing you to use me in any way you desire. I am yours to use as you please. Tie me up, hold me down, make me yours, for I already am. 

Do you know what I think of when my mind is free to wander? There's a spot on your lower back where your blush begins when you are on your hands and knees. It is perfectly placed to hold my thumb as I hold your waist. You have probably noticed that, whenever possible, I am drawn to kiss that spot. I want to tattoo that spot with my love, because that is where it belongs. 

Eternally, besottedly Yours, 

Kingsley

P.S.

The light falls softly on the silky strands of your hair
making it dance with colors that only exist when I dreamed.
Oh, to have my fingers looped and tangled there
To be your lover is all that I need to be redeemed. 

Oh, my love, I would exist only under your touch
Living and dying under the tip of your finger.
Please grant my wish; I promise it isn’t much.
Stay with me, lover, so I that I too may linger. 

King,

If I had it my way, you’d seldom imagine anything else.

Does anyone get along with their father? Lyall Lupin is the correct one. I’m only somewhat surprised he’s dedicated to his son’s demise. Then again, if Sirius or I had been bitten, I think Mother would have culled us in a heartbeat. I should be glad he’s only an omega. In any case, this explains some of Lupin’s idiocy. If his own father is working against him, he might not have much left to give to things like higher thought.

I suppose my distaste is overwhelming today. I was accosted by a herd of overeager omegas trying to trick me into a rut, and when Sirius appeared–because of course he couldn’t stay back from danger for half a minute–he dragged me off to see his little friends. And I am not, thank you, attracted to my brother. My brother is a fool. A fool I am currently compelled by my own magic to protect and care for. But someone must hold the claim, and if I were to surrender his claim, it would go to the next alpha in the Family. Bellatrix, or perhaps her father. Either way, I think you can see the problem with this.

I am not foolish enough to think you’ll leave what I said about the omegas alone, however I am perfectly fine, if a little displeased. A heaving bosom was pressed to my chest. I found it unpleasant. In case you were to ever concern yourself about my capacity for straying, it will not be in that direction.

Speaking of this, Mother is beginning to harass me about bonding with a suitable omega. I am not yet ready to share you with the rest of the Family–because you are, King, mine, heart and soul, and it may be more than I deserve but nevertheless I will not be relinquishing a single piece of you–but when I am… are you prepared for this? For what is to come?

I don’t think I have to tell you that I would never go to my knees for any other. That sight is yours alone, and so although I have never taken a tattoo, if you want a mark there, you need only to ask, or tell, as the mood suits you. 

Always,

RAB

Tell me the names of the omegas, and I will handle it. 

-K

King,

Careful, darling, I can hear you growling all the way from Scotland.

There’s no need. They wanted something they could not have, and I refused them. Of all the many enemies we will encounter together, a half dozen entitled omegas from upstanding (interpret that as you will) families hardly makes the list, does it?

I believe I asked you a question or two in my last letter. You know I hate unanswered questions.

Always,

RAB

Little Prince, 

You know I only growl for you, love. 

You are, as ever, correct. I hate that you were put in that position. If I were there, you would never have to deal with that again. 

I do believe, however, that you’ve left out part of the story. You were surrounded by omegas, but your brother saved you, yet you aren’t attracted to him. My cheeky Little Prince, what are you leaving out?

Questions, questions. You’re so demanding, my Little Prince. What if I refused to answer now? What if it let you wonder? Would you worry about my answers? 

I won’t leave you waiting. Don’t I always satisfy you?

I have no fear of your family, my love, or what they could do to us. We are stronger together than they will ever be. I know you will question whether I understand what that means, and I need you to know that I do. 

I know what you’ve told me, obviously, and I’ve read between the lines of what you haven’t said. I know what I saw when I attended every dinner party and every ball where your family was in attendance. I saw the way your mother paraded you around and the way she reprimanded you with the bite of her wand when you failed to live up to her unreasonable expectations. I have seen the scars she’s left behind just beneath your skin where no one could see it, and I have seen the way that still affects you when you think you are hiding it. 

I see you, my Little Prince. I see all of you. Every piece, and I love every single one. 

So yes, I am ready, whenever you are, to tell your family. They can raise every argument against us that they want, and I will fight back every single one. You are my choice, my partner, my mate, my love, and no one will ever take you away from me. 

As far as bonding, I have thought a great amount about that since we began seeing each other seriously. Or, well, I was considering a marriage and soul bond, but the semantics do not change anything about the plan. I think it makes the most sense to wait until you are done with school before we bond. We can tell your family, or my family, or whoever needs to know before then, but when we bond, I want to be able to keep you as close to me as possible without needing to sneak into your room. I want my husband, my partner, my mate to be beside me. 

As far as a tattoo for you, there’s another that I think you should take. I won’t force it on you, but I hope you will choose it. There is a marriage rune that has been used in my family for generations. I shall try to create a crude picture of it, but I find it beautiful. It is tattooed over the heart, and it binds us to each other. If you would be willing, that is the ink that I want to see etched in your skin.

Yours, endlessly, 

Kingsley

P.S. I have made it back safely from my mission. I am home again, relaxing. Are your knees feeling sore? Do you want them to be?

King,

There’s carpet burn on both my knees now, which is not the kind of tattoo I had in mind. I can’t help but feel it when I move, and think of you, and your hands, and your knot, and the singular rightness of you. Walking around sore from you makes me more lenient towards your view of deities. I do think you’ve got the worshipper and the idol swapped.

If you had been here, the omegas would all be dead, and what a scandal that would be. Nevertheless, I will admit it’s comforting  nice  good  unusual  pleasant comforting to know that you would. 

You are an insightful man. How did I find you, Kingsley? I don’t consider myself unusually lucky and yet here you are. My mother… it is as you say. I thought you had not seen. I thought I had kept it from you, and now I know there is no point in secrecy. It is a great relief to me that I will only be your husband, and not the husband of someone she chooses for me. I wish I had always known you, as I know you now. I wish I had not spent a day of my life apart from you.

I will do my best to wait until school is finished, on the condition that you visit me, and allow me to visit you, as often as we can manage. This school is terrible, and smells of slick, and if it weren’t required of me to graduate I would leave now to be by your side. 

(If you tell me I sound like a needy omega I will send Kreacher to shave your eyebrows in your sleep.)

As to needy omegas, my brother was able to remove me from them because he smells so he was very clever. I maintained enough of my senses not to take him in the hallway my senses because I have, as you know, exceptional self control. Despite this, I can hear you chuckling all this way away. Fine, yes, alright, I did bite his thigh, but that’s not because I’m attracted to him. I’d challenge you to go sniff an omega you’d claimed and see if you could do much better. They’re alluring.

On second thought, if you claim an omega, I will slit their throat and use their blood in my potions, so perhaps that is unwise. Depending on how much you value the omega.

The claim is a bother and I’d prefer Lupin to come to his senses and ask for Sirius’s hand. Father is requiring me to take him to see the Notts shortly. I know it will be disaster. I won’t tell Sirius until the morning so he has as small a chance to cause a ruckus as possible. I feel I might murder Chester Nott if he bothers Sirius. His happiness is annoyingly important at the moment, and never has been before. I can’t wait until that’s ended.

You’ll see I left the question of the tattoo until the end, and that is your comeuppance for teasing me. Don’t you always satisfy me indeed, although last night you made me beg. But of course I will take any mark you choose, especially one you find beautiful. I want you to have everything you want, and most especially me.

Always, 

RAB

Little Prince, 

I wish I could say that I am sorry for your knees, but the memory of you on them with my cock inside your mouth, inside your arse, is one that I am gratefully reliving as I work my way through boring paperwork. 

Welcome to my religion, love, though I assure you that you are the proper idol. Let me worship at the altar that is your body. I’ll lay you out in my bed, relieve you of your clothing and the heavy weight of responsibility that your name bears. Let me pay tribute to the lines and curves of your skin. Let me decorate your body with my love, mark you with my tongue and my teeth. Let me break down all the reasons you feel like you can’t have and show you how much there is to take. I will pay homage to everything you are until you are trembling and spent on my love for you. 

You’ll have to forgive me, my love. I miss you even though I only saw you this morning. I long for a time when we can spend more hours together. I want to go to sleep with my knot in your arse and wake up with you in my arms, and spend a whole day buried inside of you. Do you think we could get away together this summer? Just for a day or two. We could go to my family’s house in Spain, spend the day feeding each other paella and croquetas, and I could drink cava from my family’s orchards out of your naval. I bet it tastes better on your skin. Say it’s possible. Say you’ll go with me. 

I am sorry you are still stuck in school, my darling, but perhaps the chance to get away with me for a while will give you something to look forward to. If that’s not enough, then know that I am already planning how I will propose to you when you’re done with school, in the sort of manner that you truly deserve. It shall be torture to wait, but I think that will make our bonding that much more wonderful. 

As far as claiming an omega, I can’t say I have any interest in that. I only wish to claim you. I am, however, endlessly entertained about your claim on your brother. Tell me, Little Prince, when you bit his thigh, were his trousers on? Did you want them to be? Was your excellent self control put to the test by your desire for your brother’s alluring arse? It’s a good thing I’m not a jealous man, or I might have to challenge your brother to a duel. Although, I suppose you would have to duel me then, since his safety is so important to you. Do you think you could best me, my love?

I wish you well with the Notts, and please let me know if I need to threaten Chester Nott for any impolite behavior. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

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Day 4

King,

I wish I was there, keeping you occupied while you wasted your time on paperwork. Imagine what your peers would think to know the heir to the House of Black was on his knees under your desk, holding you in his mouth until you were ready to go. They would never know, of course, since you are not much for sharing, but I would hear their voices, and the tremble in yours, and know that only I am strong enough to make you weak.

Instead I’m preparing to play Quidditch this afternoon. The Slytherin team is in shambles, and half of it is more interested in my brother than winning the game. I will have to listen to Pompous Potter all morning. My head already hurts.

Spain sounds like a dream. If the Family is settled then yes, we will go, and for a few days I won’t be Regulus Black at all, but only what you call me. I’ll forget everything but your hands and your touch and the catch of your teeth when you come. I’ve glamored the marks on my neck invisible, but I don’t have it in me to heal them altogether. I would prefer the reminder.

I’m curious about your proposal plans. Cousin Lucius presented my father with a breeding albino peacock from the Malfoy grounds in France in thanks for Narcissa’s hand. Rodolphus gave Bellatrix malachite, which he called a fallen star despite the fact that it is an asteroid, but he is somewhat dim. And what will you do, my love? 

Of course Sirius’s trousers were on and—and of course I wished them off. I suppose there’s no point hiding from you, since you find all my secrets anyway. He smelled like cinnamon and it is just the claim, I will remind you, causing all of this nonsense. There is nothing else to it. Merlin help me if he goes into heat. I think I might kill Lupin and knot my brother and he’d never let me hear the end of either.

But there’s nothing for you to be jealous of. For one, I actually like you, and most days I want nothing more than to bin Sirius. For two, if Lupin won’t step forward and the Notts are difficult, I’ll make you handle the claim and keep him out of my sight. 

I’ll keep you apprised of the Notts. We’re due for tea tomorrow. I can’t say why I’m so annoyed about all of it. I will be glad when this is done and you and I are free to spend our days as we wish. Have you thought about where we should live when we are married?

Always,

RAB

Little Prince, 

I would never let them know you were there. I know how you feel about people seeing you as weak, even though it is I who you make weak, and I would never allow them to see you on your knees for me. I’d never let anyone else see you that way. 

But oh, the space between my legs and under my desk is far too empty now. I long for the heat of your body wrapped around my leg, the heat of your mouth around my cock, as I pretend like I am still capable of finishing these reports as you keep me warm. I would want to turn you over my desk, or perhaps just pull you up to sit in my lap. I’ll make you sink onto my cock and rule your kingdom from there, Little Prince. Let me be your throne, made only to fit you. 

I am assuming that, by the time I send this letter, the match will have started. I will have to survive the rest of my paperwork reliving memories of last night. I remember watching you fly while we were still in school together. You were always beautiful and graceful, the cleanest flier I’d ever seen. I admired that about you before I even thought to consider what it would be like to lay you across my bed. You were so young then; we both were. Yet, you were beautiful. 

Perhaps, when you have your next match, I’ll find a reason to come watch you. I’ll sit in the stands and admire the way your hands wrap around your broom handle. 

Tell me how your game was before I get lost in thoughts of you riding my broom handle. 

Spain can be more than a dream. We’ll make sure the family is settled and that we go. If you are only what I call you, you can be love and darling and Little Prince, and I will be the gasped cry you call out before you come for me. 

My proposal shall remain a secret, but know that I am amused at your cousin-in-laws attempts. Cute, really, if a bit unimaginative. 

Of course you can’t lie to me, Little Prince. Your letters are absolutely dripping with your disdain for the way you desire your brother. Do you imagine it? Do you picture yourself with him? Perhaps we could borrow him from Lupin and you can get your desires fulfilled. Or maybe you’d rather watch as I take him? You say that you’d have me handle the claim if things don’t work out with Lupin or the Notts… Do you want to see me knot your brother?

You snuck that last question in your letter as though it’s unimportant, but I can see your wheels turning, Little Prince. Do you have somewhere you’d like for us to live? As long as I am with you, I will be happy. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

King,

What would you do if they did see? I already know but I want you to say it. I want it written for the record. What would you do if I was sat in your lap with your knot stretching me wide and someone saw what was yours?

I’m regaling myself with the idea of this to fight off the nightmare of this day. Potter went into heat in the middle of the game, which was at least a blessed distraction from Crouch and Rosier trying to mate with Sirius during the game. Hooch wouldn’t even throw them off the field. Lupin was bellowing at me from the stands. And then Potter imploded and everyone lost their bloody minds.

Rosier accosted him, and Lupin cut his hand off. Which is frankly what he deserved. Perhaps I should have done it myself. 

We lost the game, but of course I found the snitch. I would have found it earlier if Rosier and Crouch weren’t hounding my brother. 

I wish we could leave for Spain today. Sneak me out. Don’t tell my mother. Throw Sirius in Azkaban for a few nights so I don’t have to worry and take me, and then take me.

I wish we could. We can’t, of course, although I’m sure you’re packing your traveling cloak already. Not until the Family is settled. It has been unnervingly easy so far. No one has challenged me for power. I even reinstated Andromeda yesterday, although I suspect no one has noticed yet, including Andromeda. I miss her. 

You don’t have to be kind to my cousins. Well, you don’t have to be kind to Bellatrix. Be indulgent to Narcissa and be careful around Andromeda. Be well prepared around Bellatrix. She got all the cunning Sirius lacks.

Speaking of Sirius, I… I don’t think I… yes. And yes. And yes, and—some things should not be requested but yes, Merlin help me, yes, I do, and I won’t bother to threaten what will happen if you spill my secrets because I know you never will. It’s just the claim, Kingsley, and I never have before. But yes, if you asked me now, now the answer is yes. I could never—it would be wrong. It’s the claim, driving me mad. I don’t even like him most days but there’s something in my blood—I don’t. I don’t know. 

I can’t think of this any longer. The castle is too small for such things. And when he goes into heat—Salazar, King.

As for where we will live, as heir apparent I have rights to Grimmauld Place, which has never given me any pleasure. I should like to buy a home with you. Something no family of ours has ever lived in. Something we can make our own. With room for children. Heirs, of course, but also just children. I suppose you will be amenable to this. I suspect you will be an overly benevolent father, as you are a partner.

I love you. With all of me, I love you.

Always,

RAB

Little Prince, 

If they saw you? I’d let them watch. Actually, I would make them sit and watch. I would tie them to the chair, charm their eyes open, and make them watch how good I can make you feel. When we were done, and you’d come on my knot, I’d ask them if they thought you were beautiful. They would say yes, of course, because you are beautiful, particularly when you’re trying not to come on my knot.

And then I would obliviate them so that they never had any memory of even meeting you. 

Does this live up to your fantasy, my love? Is this what you’d hoped for? Or did you hope that I would be violent over you? If they touched you, I would. Lupin severed Rosier’s hand? I would cut off his whole arm if he dared to touch you, and he would thank me for leaving his head intact. 

My traveling cloak is always ready to take you away, but I know you would not rest without being sure that your position–and your brother–are secure. However, if you would like me to take you away for a night and return you by morning, I shall do that as well. I will take you to Spain, or to Wales, or to Paris for just the night, and I will return you before you are even missed for breakfast in the morning. Likewise, if you need to escape the castle, my home is always open to you, even if I am not here. I have already keyed you into the wards, and you have my full permission to spend any amount of time here that you please. 

I am not afraid of your cousins–even Bellatrix. She was a year above me in school, and I bested her in a duel more than once. I’ll admit she had me a few times too, but I’m better now, and I’ve no doubt I could handle her easily. I only knew Narcissa in passing as she was younger than me and much less likely to challenge random people to a duel, but I know her husband well enough. I hope she is not too similar to him, or I’m afraid I shall not be able to indulge her far. 

Andy, on the other hand, I know quite well. I am friends with her husband, Ted. Not close friends, by any means, but I have occasionally gone to dinner at their house. I knew that you were related, but given her status in the family, I wasn’t sure where your feelings lay. I never spoke of you, of course, per our arrangement, and Andy rarely speaks of family and never in a kind tone–with the sole exception of Sirius. I’ve never heard her speak ill of you, however. I think, if you are interested, she would possibly be willing to mend your relationship. Reinstating her to the family is a lovely way to do it. I would never purport to tell you how to run your family, but I do think you should tell her before she finds out by surprise. 

And Sirius. My love, I know the answers to those questions are yes. I’ve done some reading about claims, and the fact that you have managed to get away without so much as kissing him is honestly a testament to your resistance. I tell you this for two reasons. First, I think that if you know this, it will be easier for you to continue to resist. You are stronger when you know the battle you face. Second, because I need you to know that I will not hold any indiscretions against you. 

It could happen, and it absolutely would not be your fault. I know that you will be hard on yourself, and I know you will think it means you can’t have me or don’t deserve me, but you would be wrong. I know how much you hate being wrong, so I need you to know this now. I love you, no matter what. I am yours, no matter what. And I will stand beside you no matter what happens. 

I would live with you anywhere, even if that meant Grimmauld Place. And yet, I am relieved that you have said you do not want to. I would love to buy a house with you, or better yet, let’s build one. Let’s build a house on the coast somewhere, full of sunlight and happiness and so many children. Let’s build a home, and I think it will be beautiful. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

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Day 5

King,

I’ll have to be quick this morning. I’m taking Sirius to meet the Notts. I already know he’s going to kick up a fuss and my head already hurts over it, but if I don’t, my father will—

Well. I’m going to do it.

I’ll pretend I’m in your office instead, with your coworkers (who should be lucky to see the face you make when you feel good, the way pleasure makes your head fall back and your mouth fall open, art unlike anything I’ve seen) watching something they must be blessed to see. 

I have no doubt you would be violent on my behalf. I suppose the world is blessed by your restraint in such matters. Only I don’t believe I’d allow anyone to see, not even upon the condition of Obliviating them after, because you are only for me. Too many people would be intrigued by you. Too many people are intrigued by you. I’ve not forgotten the way eyes follow you, even if I’m stuck in this school. I will not be taking any chances, thank you. 

It’s a relief to think of your home, full of the scent of you, as a haven if I should need to escape. Did you really change the wards to allow me entrance without you? What if you came home and found me there? Waiting for you on my knees, with my wand between my teeth, waiting for you to lift it off of me and do as you pleased?

You are one of few who could best Bellatrix, although I have no doubt you could. I hope you will never have need to do so. I’m surprised she hasn’t challenged me for control of the Family. I suspect she always wished to have it, and of course she’s presented Alpha. I am certain I haven’t heard the last of that yet, and Bellatrix has never been one to hesitate to fight.

I didn’t realize you were friendly with Andromeda and Ted. Is Ted a good man? I’ve never known much of him. He was not accepted at any Family gathering, being a muggleborn, and when Andromeda chose him, she was swiftly punished. I haven’t spoken to her since. You may be right that she’d be open to reconciliation, but my cousin can hold a grudge. And she did not leave the Family on good terms. Do you know what they’ve presented as? Sirius didn’t mention.

Nothing will happen with Sirius. That is not an option. Not even a possibility. I must be stronger than that. I have a role to uphold. I could never be… a lesser man, perhaps, but I would never let this happen. And, as I have said, I have excellent self-control. So there is nothing to be worried over.

I must go wake that slob from where I’m certain he’s huddled with Lupin and Potter. Or maybe not certain; he seemed unhappy when I left him yesterday. Of course, I was unhappy as well, as I had just watched Lupin knot Potter so hard he lost consciousness. It was disgusting. Like an erumpent taking a niffler. 

Always,

RAB

Little Prince, 

I hope you jest about the erumpent and niffler, otherwise I do fear for your brother’s safety. Perhaps he is better off bonding with Franklin. I have it on good authority that he is a generous, gentle lover. Or, if you would stop seeing yourself as a lesser man for it, with you and I. We could show him how one is really meant to take a knot, the silly omega that he is. 

Ted is a wonderful man, and Andy is lucky to have him. Of course, if you were to ask Ted, he would tell you that he is the lucky one. I believe these are both true. Ted is made of love, and he seems to dedicate all of it to Andy. I have never seen him so kind as he is with her, nor more vengeful than he is with those who hurt her. That includes her parents, though I would not be so foolish as to put such discussion to writing. Ask me, Little Prince, the next time we are together, and I shall whisper it in your ear. 

Andy is an alpha, and Ted is an omega. I spoke with Ted briefly a few days ago, and he seems to be even happier than I’ve ever seen him. Which doesn’t mean much if you’ve never met him, but I honestly would never have believed that he could be happier than he already was. They are actually coming over here later today, my love, for an early tea. If you wish, I could speak of you, or I could continue to pretend that my lips do not know your name. Or, if you wish, you could come over to see her. 

Truly, my home would recognize you as well as it recognizes me. When I did it, and when I made you the offer, I meant it as a refuge, a safe harbor. But now, you speak of waiting for me on your knees and I cannot get the idea out of my mind. What would you wear for me, darling? No, don’t tell me. I want it to be a surprise. Nothing, maybe, or nothing but my shirt, or maybe fully dressed so I get to peel you out of it slowly. I want all of them, and none of them, and anything you wish to give me. 

Perhaps instead of my office, you should pretend that you are here, waiting for me to get home. Imagine all the things that I would do to you if I found you that way. Think of being on your knees for me when Chester Nott inevitably pretends he has more power than he does. 

When you get back, write me of the dirty things you imagined. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

P.S. I am choosing to ignore the implication about your father because you also mention my restraint. Consider this me showing it. If you ever change your mind, I will give you his head on a platter.

Oh Merlin help me he’s in heat.

In a fucking–a broom closet with Lupin and Potter and I–

I can’t do this, oh fuck King I don’t know that I

The sounds and the smell.

Write me back, please write me back, I am looking at this notebook so I do not look anywhere else and I do not hear anything else.

Fuck, fuck, buggering fuck.

I’ll write back immediately. Anything for you, my love.  

Can you hear Lupin knotting your brother, or is he still preparing his hole?

-K

KINGSLEY.

He–he–I can’t. I couldn’t. That would be–preparing. I think Potter is… fuck. Tell me not to go in the closet. Forbid me from going in the closet. Please, King. 

Are you hard, Little Prince? Are you touching yourself now? Or is that still a thing you do not do? I would highly recommend you do so now. You will have an easier time not taking your brother if you take yourself by hand now. 

Go on, Little Prince. I’ll walk you through it. 

-K

King,

I’ve never–you know I’ve never–oh Merlin fuck he’s begging and I–

Yes, yes, okay, yes, I will. I am, I–I cast a Notice Me Not, so no one would come by and I undid my trousers and I think I’m going to die in this corridor, King.

In a moment, you won’t notice if anyone walks by anyway. 

Move your hand smoothly up and down, but every once in a while, rub your thumb over the top of the head. You like it like that. 

I won’t pretend to tell you to think of me, because I know you’ll think of your brother. Don’t fight it. Smell him, smell his arousal, and if you would like, I shall let you fuck me later the way you imagine fucking him now. 

-K

King I, fuck. The smell of it. You can’t imagine the noises and they’re right against the door, inches from me, and Lupin is so loud I could kill him but there’s also–I can tell what Sirius needs and I wish it were you and I giving it instead and your knot or fuck, mine, just this once mine. He smells like cinnamon, like dessert. I’m–I’m doing what you instructed and if I close my eyes it’s your hand instead, and he’s begging in French and Lupin doesn’t even speak French because he’s a common idiot and I want to open that door, I think I have to.

Do not open the door my love. You’re doing so well. It will only be a little bit longer. 

Move your hand faster, my love, and squeeze it a bit tighter. It doesn’t need to be painful, but the pressure feels wonderful. Reach your other hand down–I know you are levitating the journal now–and cup your balls as you stroke yourself. 

I have my cock out too, my love, and I am touching myself at the same time as you. 

-K

Oh, you’re right, you’re always right. I can’t stop imagining you. I wish I could taste you right now, wrap my fingers around your knot and feel you come. I’ve never touched myself here but it, and you, and I’m so close I could scream and the quill is just writing what I think which is so dangerous but I need my hands to listen to you and I have to listen to you because you’re, fuck, you’re everything, Kingsley, I love you so much and I’m going to come all over my pants like a fucking fourth year because I can’t stop imagining your cock and listening to the noises they make together and it’s too much, fuck, Kingsley, it’s too much.

Oh, Little Prince. I may want more letters from you that you mentally transcribe because I love knowing every thought that’s inside your head. 

Come in your pants for me, my love. Come for me, and let yourself feel good. I want you to make yourself feel as good as you make me feel. Come for me, Little Prince. 

Yes, yes, I will, you said it so I will and–fuck, fuck, br–Kingsley, fuck!

Oh, my love. Did you come for me? Did you mess your trousers for me? Does it feel better now, less urgent? 

If I were there, I would get on my knees and clean it up for you with my tongue, and take you in my mouth until you were spilling down my throat again. 

Clean yourself up, my love. Do not use Scourify, as it will clean the fabric but not the smell. You want to use Ripulire to remove both. 

-K

King,

I adore you, I hope you’re aware of that.

I used Scourgify too soon but I’ve noted your tip for next time. They’re still in the closet but I can… I can focus a little more, now. I feel more myself.

But you didn’t finish, did you, my love? Describe it for me. Give me a distraction. Keep my mind off of them.

-RAB

I have not, my love, though I’m getting close. Tell me what you will do to me the next time you are here. Tell me what I should think of. 

-K

King,

The next time I’m there, I’ll be there before you. You’ll have had a boring day at work, shaking hands and being flattered by people who believe they can have you and are wrong. And when you get home, you won’t be expecting me in your bed, waiting for you. Waiting to remind you who you are. Whose you are.

I’ll make you strip for me. Slowly. I love to see your skin revealed bit by bit, tattoo by tattoo, a book I’ll never tire of reading. I love the way your muscles move beneath your skin. I love the strength of your body, the musk of you. 

I’ll make you stand in the center of your room. I say make you, but I’ll really just ask you, and you’ll give me anything I want, won’t you? Won’t you do exactly as I say?

I’ll make you come with my mouth the first time. Kneel at your feet and swallow you down until you’re begging. You’ll need to stay still, as you know I’ll just make you wait if you try to make me choke. If you need help, I suppose I could tie you down, use silk against your wrists and ankles. Tied up like a present for me.

And when you come for me that first time–the first of many, Kingsley, until all the pleasure blurs together for you–and I have your knot in my mouth, that will be my reward. Do you think you could bear it, my love, my tongue and my lips wrapped around you until you screamed? 

-RAB

My sweetest Little Prince, 

I’ve finished with my mind on you and your sweet tongue, but with such a fine letter, I may need another go at it. 

Do you think you could take my knot in your mouth, my love? Do you want your jaw locked open, unable to close until my knot goes down. I’ll have to rub the hinge of your jaw so it doesn’t get too sore. Your lips would look so good stretched around my knot, pulled so tight they’re nearly white. 

I’ll kiss you gently when the knot goes down, softly until some of the pain goes away. But you haven’t come yet, my love, so I’m going to pull you onto my lap, with your legs wrapped around my waist. I’ll touch you, my Little Prince, in the way that only I know you like. I’ll hold you, and kiss you, until you come across my chest and stomach. 

Will you clean me up? Or would you rather leave it there so you can see your pleasure on my skin?

Desperately yours, 

Kingsley

Kingsley,

You must forgive the delay, as Lupin finally consented to take my brother out of that closet and meander his way to Gryffindor Tower at something like the pace of a snail dying. 

I’m sitting in their ugly common room now, and they are upstairs, handling things. And the only thing that brings me relief is the fact that absolutely I could take your knot in my mouth. Spit running down my chin, entirely undignified, so full of you I couldn’t even speak. Your come filling my mouth so I had no choice but to swallow you again and again, dizzy on the scent and taste of you.

When you take me in your lap, Kingsley, when I’ve marked you–and of course I’ll leave it there, doesn’t everyone mark what’s theirs?–will you be content at that? Or will you need to knot me again, to fill me every way you can, to leave no question of where I belong?

Always,

RAB 

Little Prince, 

I’m sure you’ve forgotten, given the events of the day, but I have dinner guests over now. Luckily for me, they are too busy snogging on the couch to notice the bulge in my trousers at the thought of having your mark on me. I’ll be hard again by then. Having you on my lap does that to me. 

Would you ride me, Little Prince? I want to see you bounce on my cock, watch yours fill until it is hard and bouncing between us. I won’t touch you this time, my love, but I’ll help you move so that your prostate takes most of the attention. I want to see if you will come untouched. Do you think you could do that for me?

Yours, 

Kingsley

King,

Are you–is one of your dinner guests my cousin Andromeda? I should be concerned at how my family plays such a close role in all our dalliances, but if I start considering that now I may have a nervous break. And anyways, I thought about you being hard, and so it is too late. 

I could do anything you asked of me, Kingsley, because you asked. And this especially I could do, because there’s nothing I like better than the thought of you inside of me, how you would struggle to keep your hands to yourself, how firm you feel beneath my hands when I catch my balance on your shoulders. I can almost feel you now, filling me up, making me wild from the inside, the way your voice drops when you’re close, and I would want

Little Prince? You simply must tell me what you want, because this anticipation is killing me. That’s what you’re doing, yes? Trying to build my anticipation?

-K

Did you go to your brother? Are you knotted to him right now?

-K

Is something wrong? Should I be concerned?

-K

Regulus, I’m genuinely concerned now. If I haven’t heard from you in the next 10 minutes, I am going to come up to Hogwarts and find you. Please answer me. 

Kingsley

King,

Fucking Lupin.

I should never have trusted such a monstrously stupid toad to care for my omeg brother. I will never forgive myself for this oversight, but I will make sure Lupin never forgets his mistake, either.

Silver, I think.

Who does the Beast division report to? I want Lupin’s father fired. Jailed. I want Lupin to see it happen.

He cried, Kingsley. Sirius cried.

I love you. I apologize for my jarring writing habits tonight. I owe you more of myself and I will give it as soon as I can. Please bear with me.

Always,

RAB

Regulus, 

I’m not clear if you need me to come to you now. Should I come? Do I need to take care of Lupin?

Kingsley

King,

I’ve taken a moment to calm down. Or to become as calm as I can be, which is not very calm at all.

I was writing to you, and Sirius was upstairs with Potter and Lupin. My abrupt cut off came because suddenly Sirius was back again, but… unhappier than I’ve ever seen him. Which is saying quite a bit, I don’t have to tell you.

The gist of it is that he believes Lupin and Potter should be with each other and not him. Specifically that they only want each other and not him. I can’t imagine how Lupin could have handled the situation so poorly. Sirius hangs off his every word and wants so little. Today he asked me if he was good and when I said yes he nearly purred. I could have taken… For Lupin to spurn him to the extent that he cried—that he begged me to give him to Evan Rosier— I could vomit. Pink faced and in heat and begging for Evan Rosier.

Potter insists it’s the claim Lupin has on him, that it drives out all other thoughts. This isn’t a good enough excuse. My brother cried. He is in heat and was in enough pain to send an alpha away and beg to be taken to Grimmauld Place or worse. It is unforgivable.

Lupin calls it a misunderstanding. Sirius is foolish enough to believe him. I want to see him suffer. 

Evan Rosier. To ask for Evan Rosier.

I shouldn’t have let this happen. I should go up there and retrieve him. Sirius isn’t in his right mind. He forgives Lupin so easily. I’m so angry I can’t think straight—first Chester, whose crimes I haven’t even had a chance to share, then Franklin, who will never be bonded to my brother, and now Lupin himself. King, I need your rationality. Help me. I’m tempted to set the whole school ablaze.

Always, 

RAB

Little Prince, 

If I understand you properly, Sirius was feeling as though Lupin and Potter loved each other more than him, and wanted you to take him away for the rest of his heat. Lupin has claimed Potter, and Potter just went through his own heat?

I think, my love, that Potter might be correct here. You yourself feel a stronger connection to your brother because of the claim than you do to other omegas. You said that Sirius nearly purred when you called him good, but that might have been as much about you, his alpha, and his heat as anything else. I believe it is possible that during his heat, Lupin may not have been able to feel anything else beyond a need to satisfy James’s needs, and an omega in heat is very needy. 

Also, my love, I have additional support for this theory, though I must apologize for how I came about this information. As you know, I have dinner guests tonight. I was preparing to come to you, by which I mean I was about to ungraciously kick them out before they even finished their aperitif. They’re still here now, but it required some delicate explanations. 

I did not tell them I was speaking to you. I said my partner was having trouble with their friends. I told them that the friends were one alpha with two omegas, only one of which the alpha had claimed. My love, I thought I was being discreet, but they figured out quickly that I was talking about Sirius, Potter, and Lupin. They don’t know that you are my partner. They seem to think that I must be seeing either Lily or Mary. I told them I didn’t have any idea who either of those people are, which is the absolute truth. Do you know Lily and Mary? I guess Sirius writes them far more detailed letters about his life than I anticipated. They did know that you have claimed Sirius, which they find incredibly amusing. 

Regardless, do you know that Ted works at the Institute of Magical and Genealogical Enrichment? As part of his role at iMage, he archives research that was completed on the effects of secondary genders. He says he has a study about an alpha’s biological imperative to protect and nurture their claimed omegas, and that the study shows that an alpha will be unable to focus on anything beyond their mate during their heat. It seems that Lupin would likely not be able to focus on Sirius for long at all if his claimed omega needed him. 

Ted offered to send me the report if you would like to see it. I know you will, so I will send it to you when I get it later tonight. 

If you still want to make Lupin suffer, my love, I will be by your side. However, I think that perhaps your brother might prefer you didn’t. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

King,

I see.

I know you would not say this if it weren’t true. I’m still furious at Lupin, but I will… I will admit that Potter conducted a test (while he buggered my brother in front of me, the disgusting knob) and made Sirius call for me and I did… react. 

I’m not sure I can forgive Lupin for this, regardless of what biology demands. Although I suspect you’re right that Sirius would prefer I did. He seemed relieved when Potter and Lupin assured him he was wrong. He seemed healed by their presence, as much as I hate to say it.

I will ask him in the morning. If he still prefers to go to the Notts, then I will do with Lupin as I’ve planned. If not, if he wants to stay, I suppose I will allow it.

But the next time Lupin makes my brother cry, I’m setting him on fire instantly and without mercy. 

Thank you for your research. And for spending so much of your day consoling me. I feel I have ruined your day with my upsets, and I wish I could repay you. Is there anything I can do for you, King? You deserve so much more from me than frantic missives. What can I give you?

Always,

RAB

(PS) I know the Mary and Lily they’re referring to, and I’m stricken to think of you with either of them. I know you’ve felt attraction to women before, but you are utterly my own, and it’s awful to imagine you wasting away with either of them. I’ve made a note to correct Andromeda and Ted on this assumption as soon as we’ve announced our engagement. But if they ask again, you might mention that you have higher standards than Gryffindors. 

Little Prince, 

You are as benevolent as you are kind; by which, I mean that I love you for your passion and vengeance. I think you’ve made a wise decision regarding Lupin. You might be interested to know that your cousin expressed similar desires regarding Lupin should he hurt your brother again. Although, her threat was more along the lines of skinning him and using his pelt for her dish rags, but I think the desire was the same. 

I am very curious about what test Potter ran. You’ve left that out, Little Prince. Tell me did Potter call you over? Did you try to join in? 

And while he was inside of your brother? Did you watch, my love? Did you enjoy watching? That's something we could do, if you want my Little Prince. There are places we could go to watch people together. Would you want to do that with me? 

You owe me nothing. I will take all of your worries and frantic messages, and I will do whatever I can to make it better. You give me so much of yourself already, pieces of you that no one else gets. You owe me nothing. I want nothing, except whatever part of you that you are willing to give me. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

P.S. Mary and Lily, whoever they are, stand no chance against you. I am, from the moment I kissed you on, only yours. 

My King,

I think you are the only person on this planet who could unfailingly see such good in me.

I would trust Andromeda’s threats. Once, when we were children, Sirius yanked Andromeda’s hair, and she transfigured his ears into cat ears and refused to call him anything but Poppet all day. She even gave him little cat paws, with which he was entirely unable to pull hair, and a tail. Mother was furious, of course, but Andromeda said that if he was going to act like a bother he might as well be entertaining to look at. Grandfather was very pleased by her abilities. She had just gotten her first wand. I believe that is the most generous way I’ve ever seen Andromeda handle an inconvenience. For comparison, in my first year I saw Lucius Malfoy pinch her rear, and–well, you remember that year, how long it took him to regrow his spine. 

The test Potter ran was indecent revealing unpleasant a trick. He made Sirius call for me. He… I know you will want the details, and I can’t say no to you, even when you are far from me and the story is humiliating. And yes, I can admit that I enjoy being humiliated by you, and only you. He made Sirius say alpha, I need you and it was like I wasn’t myself, was just a response to a demand. Lupin held me back or I would have… Kingsley, I would have. Everything in me rose up to answer that call. I could hardly breathe. All I could hear was his need for me.

(I don’t believe in a greater meaning to the world, but if there is one, the reason neither of us should be omegas is clear. I would already tear my soul out to come to you when you call. If that additional magic was added to it, I couldn’t hold up under the need to answer you.)

Yes, King, yes, I would want to watch. Really, I want to watch you. I can only see so much when I’m swept up in you, and what I want is to watch the way pleasure unfolds across your body. I want to watch how your muscles move beneath your skin when you’re close, thrusting wildly, forgetting all the manners and devotion to being a soft lover you’ve trained yourself to follow. Don’t think I’ve missed it, I see how wild you look when you’re close, barely holding on to the restraint that you’re so well known for. I would want to watch the look on your face when your knot catches, and ordinarily by then I am drowning in the feel of you inside of me, stretching me wider than anything ever has, and I can barely focus on anything but holding on to you. 

I don’t know that I could bear to see you have another besides me, but maybe if we found the right person, I would consider it. Just for the sake of seeing you.

I don’t feel I give you enough. You’ve upended my life, Kingsley. This time two years ago I thought I would marry a faceless demand and live my life without purpose or joy. You’ve given everything to me. You’ve made the world new for me. For all intents and purposes, you created the world and gave it to me. Even leading the Family, the honor that it is, would be very little without you by my side. Please, let me give you something. Name anything. It will be yours. 

Always,

RAB

(PS) I am glad to hear you say it. I couldn’t bear to lose you to anyone, but most especially them. Lily Evans chews bubblegum in public. Need I say more?

Little Prince, 

I would not dare doubt Andy's ability to carry out a threat, although Poppet sounds adorable. Tell me, do you still occasionally call him Poppet? If not, you really should. I would love to be there to see his face when you do. 

I would also love to see your face when you go feral, my darling, even if it is for your brother. Were you aware of your actions when he called you, or were you lost to your desires? I want to see you wild like that, see you lose yourself and your carefully constructed mask of refinement. You allow me to peel it away and see under it, but to see you wild? My love, I would do anything for that chance. Perhaps if you allow me to assist you through your rut. 

You have managed to surprise me, Little Prince. I thought that perhaps I could hold you and whisper dirty things in your ears as we watched two people twine themselves together in front of us, but you would like to watch me with someone else? I wonder if I would even be able to focus on them with you in the room, or if I would need to cross the room and worship at your feet. 

Though, the way you describe it, wanting to see me when you’d otherwise be caught up in the moment, makes perfect sense. You are the most beautiful creature when you come for me, and I want to devour you the moment your skin starts to flush, but to see the whole canvas, the work of art in progress? That would be everything. I want that too. 

It would have to be the right person. Someone I trusted to make you feel good, and who wouldn’t use it against you. Or perhaps, we find ourselves a time-turner, and I can simply watch myself make love to you. Or, you can come back and I can watch you discover the most sensitive parts of your body for yourself. I could sit back in my chair as you kiss yourself, the most beautiful man kissing the most beautiful man. You could discover the things you can do with your tongue and your fingers, and…

Is there any chance that your family vaults already contain one? 

You have changed my life too, Little Prince. I did not know what it was to love, to be loved, before I gave my heart to you. I had heard the stories, from my parents, my sister, from people I know to be in love, and it seemed like this fairytale myth that they tell themselves. Too wondrous to be real. How foolish of me to not believe it to be true. But how could I understand the depth of devotion I would feel for you without having you first? 

I would do anything for you, darling. I would go to the depths of the earth for you; I would scale mountains for you; I would move mountains for you. I would lay at your feet and be anything you wished of me, if only you allow me to call you mine forever. 

Yours,

Kingsley

P.S. Bubblegum? The absolute disgrace. 

My King,

When you meet him, maybe you can call him that. After all, I don’t think he’ll be brave enough to throw a vomiting charm your way. Although if he does, I’ll dunk his head in a river. I think he’s much more likely to flirt with you. You are very good looking. I know my whole family will be jealous. None of them picked partners half as good as you. Are you sure Andromeda and Ted aren’t trying to lure you into something? 

I felt not at all like myself. I knew that I was moving, but all I could hear was the need in his voice. I’ve never felt a magic like that. I wonder, when we are bonded, how it will feel between us. It already feels so perfect that I doubt it could be better. If you called for me like that, I would never be able to resist you. I am not able to resist you now.

I did assume hope want think about spending my rut together. Of course, I’ll understand if you wish otherwise. Do you wish for privacy for yours, Kingsley? If you don’t want me If you desire another arrangement, I would wish to discuss it. Tell me what you would like. I would be

If you need

I don’t want someone else to have you

Did you wish to retain an omega for this time? 

My family vault very well may contain a Time Turner. I’ve yet to schedule a trip to Gringotts to inventory the vault and inspect its condition. Maybe we can do so together, and look for one ourselves. I admit I would like to see this more. Watching you—better yet, putting on a show for myself with you. Tell me what you would want to see. 

My King, how could I call you anything else but mine? I asked you above if you wished for an omega, and in truth I would permit it, but I won’t lie to you. I hate the idea. I wish to have your rut only to myself, for me, and if you need an omega perhaps there are potions, or perhaps you will give me time to research a way I can be enough for you. I can’t give you to someone else, Kingsley. Please don’t make me.

Always, 

RAB

My sweet Little Prince, 

Your last lines break my heart. Don’t you know that you are more than enough for me? You are my everything. My love, my soul, my desire. I don’t want anyone but you during my rut, or if not you, then my hand as I think of you. I do not need an omega, or a potion, or anything but you exactly as you are. My darling, beautiful lover: you are the one I have chosen. You have my entire heart. How could I want anyone else? 

When my rut comes, you shall be my first priority. I shall tell you where I am, and I shall hope that you come to me as soon as you are able. If you call me for yours, if you are not swept away in the moment by someone else or your brother, then I shall be at your side instantly. You have never topped me, my love, but if you want me that way, I shall bend over for you and let you have me as many times as you wish. Which, my love, if you wish to have me that way outside of your rut, I shall let you do anything you wish to me then as well. 

I’m yours, for any cause and any purpose, and I hope you know how seriously I mean that. I would give you anything. I would lay down my life for you. Spending my rut with you? That is a gift that I will treasure forever. 

If you wish it, I will come to your vaults. I know that is a very sacred thing, to bring a partner to your family vault, and I am honored that you would invite me. I am also undeniably interested in the outcome of this particular trip, and I hope that we do find a time turner there. If not, we shall have to find a way to procure one. 

You ask me what I want to see, and the truth is that I have more ideas than I have ink to express. Everything. Every configuration of you and me together. Particularly, I’m stuck on the idea of two of me taking care of you. To have you spread out between me, impaled on my two ways, would be so delicious. Or three, perhaps, so I can watch it too. We will have to work out the time logistics, my love. And what about you, my love? What is it that you want the most?

Yours, 

Kingsley

Chapter Text

Day 6

My King,

I’m sorry for leaving you waiting all night. I fell asleep with my quill in my hand, thinking of you. This is ridiculous to say, but I dreamt you took an omega lover. I saw them in your arms, writhing on your knot, and I woke up miserable. 

I feel very relieved, reading your words this morning. I’m sorry to have caused you pain. Some alphas in my family’s history took omega lovers, if their partner was a beta or alpha. I thought you might wish to do the same. I’m very, very glad to be wrong. But I wish my asking had not hurt you. I will never ask again. I vow it.

When your rut comes, you will call for me, and I will drop everything. I will walk out on my mother, on the whole Family if I need to. If Sirius is in danger I’ll drag him along and lock him in a closet so he can’t be hurt. Nothing could stop me. I need to be there with you. I have to. Promise me you’ll call for me, King. 

And when mine comes, I don’t wish to be swept up by anyone. Not even that deep magic of an omega’s voice would be as good as you. I don’t want anyone but you. Their presence would be offensive to me. I know you will ask me about Sirius. Magic ties me to Sirius, but my heart ties me to you. You’re the one I choose.

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought of mixing up our usual configuration. Which is not to say I don’t like it. I like it very, very, very much. In my family, sex is for creating a heir or gaining power, and nothing else. I never even dared to dream it could be what it is with you. When I’m full of you, choking on you, dripping with you, I feel like nothing else exists and all I am is yours and that is the best thing I could ever be. I go back to school wearing the marks you leave like the finest jewels. 

But I would be curious to give you what you give me. Not always. If I’m never full of you again, I don’t think I’ll be able to go on. Perhaps we could try it? I’ll admit I’m sorely tempted by the idea of watching you take pleasure, if you’ll feel as overwhelmed as I do with my knot inside you. Have you done that before, let another man take you like that?

I do wish it. I wish for you to come with me always, everywhere. If it were in my power I would make you attend History of Magic with me. I can’t wait for the day we’re bonded and I sleep in your bed every night. I can’t wait to wake up beside you. I know you will have your missions, and I will have my work with the Wizengamot. But I will wait for you to come home, and instruct the elves to have brandy waiting for you, and I myself will wait for you. 

Two of you at once is enough to drive the misery of that dream out of my mind. If I didn’t have demands on my time, I’d take myself in hand the way you taught me to. I myself would want to go back to our first night together. I want to see for myself if your touch noticeably changed me. I’ve felt marked by it ever since, like my life was split into before your touch and after. The after, King, is far superior.

Always,

RAB

(PS) I’m off to check on Sirius and see if I need to kill Lupin this morning. It’s the day of the full moon, so if I do intend to end him, I will need to wait until tomorrow when he’s weaker.

(PPS) I mentioned elves. Kreacher will be coming to stay with us. I cannot leave him with Mother and Father. They are cruel to him. I presume you have no objections.

Little Prince, 

My darling, I’m so sorry your dreams left you feeling bereft. I know you don’t have classes today, and I’m not working. Would you want to come spend the day with me? I’ll hold you in my arms until you forget ever believing you saw someone else there. Please come, if you are able. 

I don’t need an omega lover. I have you, and you are more sweet and generous than I could have ever hoped for in a partner. All I want is you, and I will say it until you can truly believe it, from the bottom of your soul. I will call you when my rut comes, and I will come for yours. I hope that we spend every rut together for the rest of our lives. 

I cannot tell you how happy it makes me that I have given you what you could not dream possible. I cannot imagine you, now, wasting your life away married to some woman out of obligation. I suppose that would be one benefit of secondary genders returning. Had we not found each other, perhaps you could have still chosen a male omega to bond with. Perhaps, in some alternate world out there, there is a version of you that is bonded with a male omega instead of me. Potter, perhaps. Do you think that version of you is happy? Satisfied? For my own benefit, I hope the answer is no, that no one can make you as happy as I do, in any circumstance, but for you, I hope you find happiness in every universe and every world, even if it is not with me. 

But in this world, that I get to see you like that, falling to pieces in my lap as I make you feel things you never thought possible–I am happier with you than I ever thought possible. Sinking inside of you, burying myself in your heat, feeling you clench around me and give yourself over to me–nothing could be better than that. 

Except, perhaps, giving that same experience to you. 

My Little Prince, you know I’ve had lovers before you, and with them, I have had another man in that manner. However, there is something I have not done: I have never taken another man’s knot. That, my love, will be yours to take, whenever you want it. That, I will give only to you. 

As you say, though, I would not want to trade what we have now entirely for that switch. I do enjoy it, but not nearly as much as I enjoy taking you apart stroke by stroke. That is what I cannot live without: that, and you, are my entire purpose for being. 

I will come with you to your vault, and to Wizengamot, and if you wish it, to History of Magic with you–though, my love, I doubt you will be able to study with me there. Yet I would attend to you anywhere, everywhere, that you’ll have me. Especially in our bed. 

Can I tell you, my love, that you were visibly changed by that first touch? Do you remember that night? I relive it often in my dreams and in my waking hours. You were so cautious, as though you could not believe you would actually be allowed to have this, as though you thought your brother would come in and declare it a prank at any moment. You kissed me as though you were equally ready to draw your wand and duel me, and I would have let you best me. Yet, when I wrapped my hand around you and you allowed yourself to believe it was real, the utter euphoria on your face was indescribable. I should bottle that memory to keep in a pensive, because that is my favorite picture of you, and it only exists in my mind. 

I have not forgotten the request I made at the beginning of this letter. Can you come to me, Little Prince? My lap is so cold without you in it. 

Yours, 

Kingsley 

P.S. wait until the new moon to fight him, my love. That is when he is the weakest. 

P.P.S. Kreacher is welcome, I promise. Anything you need to feel comfortable, I would give you.

My King, 

I presume you got the message when I bit it into your neck this morning, but I would not like anyone but you in any universe. I would not be satisfied with anyone but you in any universe. I can feel you still, in the ache in my thighs and the twinge when I sit, and I would never accept that from another. I can’t find happiness if it is not with you.

I hope the marks I left you carry you into your mission tonight. I hope my scratches on your back remind you of where you belong. I hope you see those other lovers—my enemies, I’ll have you know, and I’ll never forgive them—and they can tell by the look in your eyes that you are mine, that they’ll never touch you again. I would cut them to pieces if they tried.

I did think it was a prank. Too good to be true, from the moment I met you. I spent months waiting for the other foot to fall. Sometimes I think I still am. I remember that very first night when you rescued me from my mother, and how you went on rescuing me, and still are. I can’t believe you’re mine. Even with the memory of your hands on my sides, pulling me down onto your cock, making me scream on your easy chair, I can’t believe this is mine. 

I wish to go back to that first night. I want to see it again. I want to feel it again. I want to watch my universe change.

I wish to go forward, too, to the day we bond. Sometimes I think of it and hardly breathe. I imagine falling asleep in your arms that night. I imagine how complete I will feel.

Today I needed you inside of me, but perhaps soon we could try our experiment? You’ll need to instruct me, so that I can make it as pleasurable for you as you always do for me. I couldn’t bear to let you down. But you’ll only need instruct me for a time, and then I will master it. And master you, as well.

As an aside, you’ll no doubt be pleased to know that Sirius opted to carry on with Lupin and Potter. In the light of day I suppose I’m glad. Surely they can’t feel as intensely as we do, but if their love is even a shade of what we have… I would want that for my brother. He has always been unhappy. I would see him content, if I had my way. That being said, I won’t hesitate to stuff silver down Lupin’s throat if he makes Sirius cry again. Usually only Mother can achieve that, and I’m not fond of the list growing.

I’m off to check in on him. If you can write me again before your mission, will you? And if you can’t, be safe, knowing that you carry my future inside your rib cage, and to see you harmed would break me. 

Always, 

RAB

(PS) You won’t shut his ears in the door, will you? Kreacher, I mean. He’s very old, and I hate to see him in pain. He means well. Sometimes he is sarcastic or demanding, but he is a loyal friend. Please say you won’t. It would make me so unhappy. I’ve found that if you just talk to him and tell him what you want done, he responds brightly, but Mother and Father insist—only, I would like our home to be one where harm is rare. Mother believes her methods are successful, but no curse she’s ever hurled at has stopped Sirius falling in love with a halfblood werewolf, or me a man. I want better for us, for our children and for Kreacher. I do not wish for pain to be our teacher.

Little Prince, 

I only have a few minutes before I have to go, but I didn't want to leave before answering your letter. I'm so glad you came today. Today was everything, and having you, totally and completely, was everything I could ever need. 

I must go. I'll answer your letter more later. Or, perhaps, you could write me of all the dirty things that get you through the night without me. 

Yours,

Kingsley 

P.S. Our house shall be a beacon of love and kindness for all creatures, including hurt little boys who grew into beautiful men. 

My King,

I didn’t mean to kiss him. 

I meant to hit him. He was being such a bothersome oaf and I meant to hit him and somehow it came out all wrong. And I can still hear Potter chuckling on the other side of the bed curtains and I think they’re going to read their terribly smutty book together and—

Oh, this is gibberish. You’ll think I’ve gone mad. 

Today Lupin asked me to watch over Potter and Sirius while he was away howling at the moon. The idiot believed I couldn’t possibly know about his lycanthropy and tried to give me a terrible cover story. If he does ever get up the gumption to ask for Sirius’s hand, we will have to give him some lessons on telling a believable lie. It’s like a child trying to convince you they haven’t had cookies when there are crumbs all over their face. Gryffindors.

Sirius threw a whole fit after Lupin left, refusing to eat and then demanding to eat and then he tried to steal my notebook and I had to put him in his place. And Potter seemed to think that was sexual, however it certainly wasn’t, I was saying the notebook was mine and nothing else. And I was merely inspecting his neck to make sure the claim still stood. Of course. It isn’t my fault that Sirius collapsed when I let him go. 

Then Mother called, and I had to go discuss a number of bothersome things with her. Franklin Nott is apparently coming to court Sirius, which I am extremely peeved by. Did I tell you Chester asked to inspect him? I think you can imagine the lecherous look on his face. As if I would ever hand off my only brother to an incestuous swamp party like the Notts.

The point of this is that when I got back to the dormitory, Potter and Sirius had tricked Kreacher into letting them out, and then they went who-knows-where. I spent over an hour hunting through the castle for them and nearly lost my mind before Lily Evans and Mary MacDonald offered to help. I know I told you they’re unbearable, but I may be revising my views. Perhaps she’s never been educated about bubblegum? In any case, she was quite pleasant today and helped me search.

But then of course they were just waiting in the dormitory as if they had never left! And Sirius had the gall to smart off at me, and when I went to give him a good slap, somehow my hand slipped and I… well, I kissed him. Just a little. And it was miserable, I’ll have you know. His lips are altogether too soft. I never want to do it again.

Now I’m huddled in my bed listening to him and Potter be generally obnoxious. They are like two puppies tumbling over each other. I can’t imagine how Lupin ever gets a single thing done. 

This day would’ve been better if I spent all of it with you. I hope you are being safe. I’m thinking of you. Every moment I’m not with you, I think of you.

King, Mother said something today that troubled me, and I wish to discuss it with you. She said it was good etiquette that once a sibling was married, one mustn’t consider them as family any longer. I know we are both traditional men, but I hope you won’t mind if I continue to see Sirius as my brother. I understand he won’t be a Black in name any longer, but he is my oldest friend, even if he annoys me sometimes, and I would miss him very much. Growing up was sometimes very lonely, and Sirius was often the only one who cared noticed protected me when I could spend time with. Would you consider it? Of course, I won’t mind at all if you see Ardella. I hope you will. I understand etiquette exists for a reason, however maybe we could break it in this one instance, if you’re willing. It could be beneficial, as well, to vary our social circle. Well, in the case of Ardella, at least. Sirius shan’t be invited to our parties.

Potter is droning on and on out there. I believe he’s reading a book to Sirius about a king and his stable boy. The story is… intriguing. I’ll admit that since you taught me how to touch myself I sometimes—well, I think of you and I imagine it’s your hand and how good it is when you touch me. I try to touch myself the way you would, although you are more patient than I am, and sometimes I speed towards my ending where you pull back and make me wait and wait and wait until I’m begging. You aren’t there to instill patience in me, so I indulge.

And maybe I’ll do that now, thinking of you, imagining you coming home weary and sweaty to see this, and groan that way you do when I’ve caught you unaware, like you’re experiencing pleasure for the very first time, and maybe you’ll take yourself in hand, too, King, your perfect cock in your perfect hand, the swell of your knot against your palm. And if you do, my darling, I want you to think of me like this, gasping in my bed, imagining you and always you.

Always, 

RAB

To whom it may concern, 

Sorry, that is an objectively terrible way to open this letter, but Shacklebolt won’t tell me who I’m writing to. He also won’t let me read prior… Are these letters? Clever little book. I’m going to have to get him to tell me how he did this. Or did you do this? Sorry, that’s not– 

I’m writing to tell you that Kingsley is in St. Mungos. He’s fine. Well, no. He’s not exactly fine. He’s alive. They’re taking him for more tests. 

Sorry, I’m a bit shit at this. 

Kingsley was hit with a curse on our mission. They’re having some problems identifying it, but they’re running additional tests. It’s not urgent. Well, it is. It’s not going to kill him quickly. They have time. They think. 

The spell was a purple color, and Kingsley seems to be growing purple hair on his chest and neck now. Which is mostly a problem because it’s also growing inwardly. He says it tickles, but I imagine it’s going to start hurting once it gets in his lungs and to his heart. Not to worry. I’m sure they’ll have it sorted by then. 

Well, he asked me to write to you–Oh! I’m Eddie, by the way. Edgar Bones. His partner. Perhaps you knew that. Have we met before? Kingsley won’t say a word about who you are, and it’s driving me mad. 

Anyway, I promise I’ll write again if he can’t, but he should be fine. Probably. Hopefully. 

Sincerely, 

Eddie Bones

P.S. Did you make this though? Could you give me the spell?

Edgar,

Don’t let the Healers touch him. Meet me in ten minutes at the Floos on the first floor. I will be wearing a green robe. Our passcode is evergreen.

No dittany. Stun them if you must.

-X

Before the next chapter, please read chapter 1 of Fit for a King, part 1. 

Chapter Text

Day 7 

Little Prince,

My love, my darling, my savior, my light. 

I do not think I can undersell how much you saved my life today. By the time I got a chance to give Eddie the notebook and ask him to write to you, they had already been trying to fight the curse for more than four hours. I don’t know that they would have ever figured out the counter-curse if you hadn’t come in. 

I am sorry that you had to. I know that, in doing so, you had to reveal to more than a few people that we are together. Did you really bribe the mediwitches to keep it quiet? I promise we can trust Eddie, too. I know his family are also purebloods, but Eddie is my partner, and I trust him with my life. He will not betray us. 

My love, I’m so sorry for keeping this short. My chest still hurts, and I think the potions they gave me are making me tired. I owe you the longest letter tomorrow. That, and anything else you desire. You’ve saved my life, and I shall never forget it. Anything I have, anything I am, is yours. 

Yours,

Kingsley

King,

I hope you are sleeping by the time you receive this. I would not have left your side if I had not been forced to return to Hogwarts to ensure Potter and Sirius were still alive. In my haste to get to you, I forgot to seal the dormitory. Luckily, all is well.

I would stand and tell the entire world you were mine if it meant saving you pain, let alone death. The consequences are too dire to even speak of. You are my life. If you died—no. I will not even consider it. Saving your life is simply an even exchange, as you have already saved mine.

Edgar promised me as much. I know very little of him personally, but if you believe him, then I shall do so as well. When you say partner, I presume you mean strictly in a professional setting? I would hate to have to make him my enemy.

I hope you are resting. If you need me, King, just say the word and I will come. If it means Mother discovers our love early, so be it. That matters far less than you do. I must insist you believe me on this, and don’t attempt to be self-sacrificing on my behalf. I’ll be extraordinarily cross if you do, and what’s more, I’m trusting you. I know you will not betray that.

I love you. Sleep well.

Always, 

RAB

(PS) I’ve sent Kreacher to attend you. He’ll wear a glamor so no one recognizes the Black Family house elf. You’re to call him Elbery, which is his preferred code name. He’ll do all you ask. I told Mother I needed him in order to organize a new dormitory I requested as the Black heir, so he won’t be missed.

I told him who you are to me. He will never share this secret, not under pain of death, and not to my mother or father, either. Luckily my orders now supersede theirs. He will take care of you as I would. 

Little Prince, 

I was asleep as soon as I sent the message, so I received your letter when I woke up this morning. Unfortunately, this shall have to be a short letter too. Fortunately, however, they are letting me go home. 

“Elbery” is taking the best care of me. He also has told me extensively about how lucky I am to have you, and how he has noticed that you have been happier recently. He, however, had attributed this to your brother being punished more at home. I think he’s a bit disappointed that wasn’t why, to be honest. However, he seems to like me, or perhaps he just knows that you like me. Regardless, he has been incredibly accommodating. I think I am the best cared for patient in all of St. Mungos. 

You may find this interesting, but I learned a young Mr. Mulciber is still here. He practically ran when he saw me. I must say, that was a delightful discovery. 

I must go. Kreacher is taking me home. He insists I am too weak to apparate myself, so I am letting him care for me. I shall write you again soon, my love. As soon as I am able. 

Yours, dearly, 

Kingsley

King,

You’re right to listen to Kreacher’s judgments and allow him to care for you. I told him I loved you more than anything or anyone. He will not allow you to come to any harm.

I’m delighted to hear you’ve been released, but I must insist you continue to rest. Keep Kreacher with you. Mother is not expecting him home for another day or two; she has one of Grandfather’s elves on loan.

Kreacher has been caring for me since before I could walk. Many of my earliest memories are of him. He does detest Sirius, that much is true. They’ve never gotten along. I think it is because Mother used Kreacher to enforce so many of her restrictions. And because Sirius did his first curse on Kreacher, which Father was very pleased by, but Kreacher did not enjoy. They attempted to make me do the same when my time in tutoring had come, but I devised a plan wherein Kreacher would simply make himself look as though I had sliced his face, and in this way he saved both him and me some pain, as I hadn’t mastered casting the curse wandlessly at the time. He is a great ally this way. I hope your elves were just as helpful in your younger years.

I wish I was there with you. Do you need me? Perhaps I should skip class. It’s dangerous for you to be alone. I know Kreacher is there, but still I worry. How is your pain? Are you breathing normally? Don’t overexert yourself writing, but send me a quick note to let me know you made it home.

I’ll be in class, but I’ve mastered a short term concealment charm that makes this look like parchment without altering our communications, so I can write to you even there. 

Always, 

RAB

Little Prince, are you still in class? -K

King,

Unfortunately. Potions with Slughorn. Are you well?

-RAB

LP, I am… Well, I’m. I can wait. Until you are out of class. Let me know when that is? -K

King,

I’m worried. What’s wrong? Should I call for Edgar? Tell me at once.

-RAB

NO! 

No, my love, do not call Edgar. 

I’m fine. I can wait. 

-K

Wait for what? You’re worrying me. Should I send someone else? Kingsley, tell me or I really will call Edgar.

No, really, do not call anyone. 

It’s just... It seems that the healing has brought on my rut, and I–

Well, my love, I am desperately in need of you. 

I can wait, but ah… could you call for Kreacher? He keeps insisting that you ordered him to take care of anything I need, and that it includes this. 

I can wait for you, but please don’t let Kreacher help me. 

-K

Your rut? You… you’re in rut?

I’m sorry, I just called for Kreacher. He’s here with me now. I’ll tell him in future that those needs should only be met by me. Although I can’t blame him for…

I’ll come to you. I have to finish Potions, which is utterly unbearable to say but if I leave early, Slughorn goes straight to Mother, the cowardly fool. 

Can you wait for me? Can you… tell me how you feel?

Little Prince,

I’ve turned on the same thought transcription spell that you used during your brother’s heat, so I apologize in advance for, well, whatever is about to come out of this letter. I need to use it though because I cannot stop touching myself. 

I’m under the blankets in my bed because it’s so cold. Did you know that ruts are cold? I’m absolutely freezing. I guess it’s because heats are so hot, so sharing a heat and a rut would be like–wait, no wouldn’t that burn? Do alpha/omega pairs get burned every time they share a heat and a rut? That sounds like madness. 

Thankfully, my love, we had the good sense to fall in love with another alpha, and your body temperature sounds perfect right now. Merlin, it would feel good to be buried in your body heat right now. Oh, I would, I would literally do anything if I could–

I can wait. I promise. I can wait. 

I can’t stop thinking about your hands though. Your fingers are perfect. It’s like you can sense how tightly I want to be held and oh Founders fuck that feels good. Oh, Merlin. I– 

It’s an odd feeling, my love. I’m still me in my head, but I feel like I’m lost a bit as well. It’s like I know what a reasonable thought is, but it’s being drowned out a bit by 

Your mouth. Your mouth on my cock and the way you run your tongue around the crease at the base of my head drives me absolutely while. And oh Rowena, I want to be buried in your throat right now. I’ve no idea where you learned to take a cock that deep but if I didn’t know I was your first I would assume that you had swallowed many cocks and

Oh, I would want to see that though. You surrounded by a dozen cocks, all demanding your attention. But you would be able to handle it, wouldn’t you lover. You are so ambitious and so dedicated that you would take each one of those cocks until it is satisfied and spent. 

I bet you would look gorgeous in my come. If I tied you down and came across

Silk ropes around your wrists. Silver, of course, nothing else would do against your delicate skin. I would mark you, my love with my lips and my teeth 

Oh can I bite you? I need– I need to bite you. I need your flesh between my teeth. I need to claim to bond to knot you

Oh but to knot you. I would give anything to be inside of you right now. I’d give anything to be inside of something right now my hands fall far short of being enough 

I need– I need– more. I need more. 

Do you think using a melon with a heating charm and a hole would 

No, no I can wait. I can

Your mouth. Your tongue. Your fingers pressing into my skin. You’re so beautiful, my darling. I never thought I’d have anyone half as beautiful and half as generous as you I never

I never thought I would get to have you 

I love

I need 

Need

I’m getting close

I think my knot

I wish I could put it inside of you now. 

Maybe I should have kept Krea

My knot

baby

I need–

I’m going to

Fuck fuck fuck fuck Regulus, fuck baby I–

I feel the need to clarify that I did not fuck either a melon or Kreacher. My head is feeling a bit clearer now that I’ve come, but my knot is still in my hands. Darling, how does this fit in your arse? Surely this hurts? You are so incredibly impressive. You take this like it’s nothing, but, Rowena, this is massive. 

I hope Potions is going well. I hope Slughorn does not try to collect your work. I hope you come to me soon. I’m fine, now, but it will definitely come back. 

I miss you. I’m yours. 

Kingsley

King,

I have. I. I’ve never. I—

I have to come to you now. I’m going to tell Slughorn I have a migraine and if Mother hounds me I will simply die happy. I can’t. I can’t wait a moment longer.

Please don’t fuck a melon when I have this arse that is waiting for you. And your knot, while massive, has occupied all my thoughts since I first laid my eyes on it. If I could live with that inside of me, I would.

Don’t give it to fruit.

I’m coming. I mean, not—hopefully, yes, soon, coming , but I’m coming to you now, and that was a joke my brother would make but I’m afraid I can’t think well at the moment, and would you—consider—possibly calling me baby again?

Be there soon.

Always,

RAB

Before the next chapter, please read chapter 1 of Fit for a King, part 2. 

Chapter Text

Day 8

Little Prince, 

My bed is large and cold without you in it. I hardly recognize it without your body next to mine in it. Has it only been 37 hours since you came to me? It feels like longer, or perhaps, the loss of you in it feels more significant than those hours should cause. 

I miss you, and you've only just left. Yet, the distance is too much. 

I cannot say enough about how amazing you've been these last few days, between my injury and my rut. Honestly, what would I have done without you? I certainly hadn’t expected to feel so weak, or needing so much help with that first knot, but I loved watching you ride my knot. You’re so strong and so beautiful, my love. 

And now, I think I have many letters to respond to. I hope you forgive me the length of this letter, or at least indulge me for it. I would write you an entire novel if I could. 

I hope, that in every universe, we find a way to each other. I can’t imagine not having you in this one. I feel like my life is divided into two pieces: the before and the after. In the before, before I had you, I had no idea what I was missing or that anything was missing at all. And yet, when I think back to that time, it’s like a picture where the colors are dulled or missing. Everything is a dull grey, and I had no idea that it was wrong. 

In the after, ever since you have brought light into my life, everything is bright and new. I didn’t know that colors could be this crisp, that flavors could taste this sharp. I had no idea what I was missing until you sprinkled love in my life, and I am a changed man. So I hope that every version of me has a chance to love every version of you; if not, then I pity him. 

I hope, my love, baby, that you can trust me now that this is not a prank. I am eternally indebted to you, and I will spend every day of my life worshiping at the altar of your body. There is no other shoe to drop, unless that drop is me tumbling head over heels in love with you. 

We rescue each other, baby, and that’s why we work so well. You save me, and I save you, and together we will take over the world. I can see it, can’t you? You and me, running the world. With you, I think it’s possible. With you, anything is possible. 

Perhaps we can go back to the first day. We’ll pull our memories of that day and combine them in a pensieve. Do you think you can come while watching a pensieve memory? I’ve never tried, but I now have a deep desire to watch that day with your cock in my mouth. Maybe we can also watch the first time we made love, and I can lay you out on the bed next to the memory of you. We can compare where we started with where we’ve come. 

The day we bond, at some point in the much too-distant future, feels a bit like a dream now. Like this ideal day that simply never quite gets here. I know we’ve only discussed it for a few days, but I’m already finding it hard to wait. How can I wait when I already know how delicious it is to have you. 

Can I make a confession to you, my love? When you were here for my rut, when you were riding on my knot, I nearly bit your scent gland. I didn’t, of course, but in the heat of the moment with my mind clouded by my rut, I couldn’t think of a single reason why I shouldn’t just do it. You were the reason, of course. You deserve so much more than an accidental bonding when I’m too crazed to think of anything otherwise. 

I am genuinely excited to bottom for you. Perhaps the next time you come to me? I know you say that you will need instruction, but if I know you as I’m certain I do, you’ve done enough research to be a genuine expert in the topic. Yet, if you need me, I will tell you anything you need to know. Including how good you make me feel. 

Kreacher has grown on me significantly in the last few days. I can see how much he cares for you, and honestly, that’s the best accolade I could give him. It is, perhaps, a bit unusual to have a house elf show up during one’s rut to offer snacks, but I cannot deny he is useful. I suppose there really is no privacy between a house elf and his masters, though I think most do so discreetly. I will confess, of course, that I was not expecting him to ask me what flavor I preferred for the lube he conjured for us. I further was not expecting him to conjure it directly inside of you. He is helpful, though perhaps a bit more helpful than he needs to be. He will be a very welcome addition to our house. 

Tell me more of your brother and his lovers. Have they admitted anything yet? Do they know, yet, how good it is to be loved and love in return? I hope they do. If not, I hope they figure it out soon. Everyone should feel love. 

Speaking of feeling the love… You know I have to do it. 

How was kissing your brother? Did he kiss back? Was there tongue? Is he a good kisser? You must say I am better, or I’m going to have to test it with him myself. How long have you wanted to end a fight with your brother by kissing him? It’s effective, of course, though perhaps not the most conventional method to end an argument. And, of course, he was missing for so long. You had to ensure he was safe and well. 

You mentioned wanting to touch yourself to Potter reading the book to your brother. Did you? Did you think of me, or was it your brother’s hand that you imagined? Or, perhaps both. He was the most recent person you kissed. It’s only fair. 

My love, baby. There is one matter left that I haven’t addressed. Your mother was wrong. I feel like I could stop there and be completely correct in my statement about her, but alas, I must continue. Your mother was wrong about losing a sibling once they are married. That is not tradition. There is no common etiquette that requires someone to lose a sibling once they are married away. That’s absolutely preposterous. I have half a mind to send your mother a curse by mail just because she dared to tell you that. Alas, the killing curse does not survive the post.

You may absolutely continue to see your brother. You may even invite him to our parties. I think he would be delightful entertainment, so long as we can keep him contained. Even if we can’t, we are wizards and we shall set everything back right. 

My love, I know how you feel for your brother. I don’t mean the magically bound claim of him, but how you care for him as a brother. I would never, ever dare to keep you away from him. And, from what I know of Franklin, he would never keep you away either. I cannot say the same from Potter and Lupin, but my impression of them so far is that they would not keep you away either. 

As for Ardella, I’m afraid you couldn’t keep me away from her if you tried. I care for her as dearly as you care for Sirius. Do you know that I’ve spoken to her of you? Not by name, of course, but she knows that there is someone who makes me happier than I’ve ever been in my life. She is impatient to meet you, Little Prince, though I’ve told her that now isn’t a good time. She loves you already, simply because I do. 

I think, my love, I’ve droned on enough in this letter. I’ll send it to you now, and please imagine me kissing you when you receive it. Or, come back to me, and I’ll kiss you in person. 

Yours,  

Kingsley

King,

Walking into this castle without you feels like the most foolish move I could ever make. Couldn’t you be hired as a Hogwarts professor for my last year? I would sneak into your office and earn my high marks. I would much rather prepare eight inches for you than Horace Slughorn. Come and teach me Defense Against the Dark Arts, King. 

I was very relieved to see how well you are healing. I believe your lungs and heart remain safe from the curse thrown your way. Incidentally, my love, you may tell Edgar that he can stop searching for the dragon smugglers who harmed you. They won’t be a nuisance any longer.

I think you know that you could write me a novel, or many novels, an entire library; I would read every letter because there is no one as fascinating as you on the planet. How lucky am I to be alive when you are. Imagine if I had missed you. Imagine if I could only read about you in books. It would crush my heart. There would be nothing left of me.

If I hadn’t already been convinced–and I am, love, more certain of you than I am my own name–then spending your rut would have been all I needed. I can never love another. I can still feel your eyes on me, the fire in your eyes as you watched me. Tying your wrists to the bedframe may have been unkind but I have no regrets. In fact, it may be my new favorite pastime.

I can’t think when you

Is it even right to be so lov

What if you decide

Do you think I’m weak for

I really, really like it when you call me baby. That’s not a name that has ever been used, not in all the long history of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black. There have been many Reguluses, many Arcturuses, but never, never has someone been called baby, not the way you call me that. And so, for the first time in my life, you have made me singular and new.

I can’t believe this is a prank, because to do so would be to distrust you, and I will never distrust you. You have earned my trust. I will give it to no one else the way I give it to you. You’ve earned the right to see me as I really am, and although I… I wonder that you should want to, nevertheless I believe you. And I can see it, King, our future together. Do you think you will be content to remain an Auror? Of course, I will support you if you do; I understand how important your career is. Yet sometimes I imagine you with a different title. I think you would make an exceptional Minister for Magic, if you were ever so inclined.

Love, I have come more times than I thought physically possible in the last day. I think I could come from whatever you asked me to. I think a watermelon would be erotic in your hands. I think you could pull an orgasm from me with a raised eyebrow. If I didn’t trust you so, it would be disquieting.

I would have let you bite me, Kingsley. I would have let you bond with me. I recognize how important it is to do things properly, the merit of biding our time, and yet, full of you as I was, dripping with you, my muscles aching from the burn of you, your teeth marks on my thighs and stomach and chest and shoulders, the noises you made–do you know, my love, that you whined and begged for me? I am the heir to the most powerful wizarding family and I have never felt so much power as I did then, your fevered eyes and your desperate hands on my skin. I would have granted you anything. I wouldn’t have had the power to say no.

(I do acknowledge, however, that Kreacher can be… overeager. In his attempts to please. After you lost consciousness, I did pull him aside and nicely ask him to only offer lubrication in future, and not apply it. Thank you for being patient with him. Your patience is very alluring to me. I can already see how you will handle our children. I already love you for it.)

I can’t decide if I would be pleased that you kissed Sirius or jealous. I would not like to have to kill my brother, and if he kissed you back, I would be bound to. The kiss was… well, it was nothing like your kisses. Omegas sort of melt when you kiss them, and you always push back into the kiss, so that I feel more steady for it. It was… it was a nice kiss, I can admit. I suppose Blacks do everything well. I did imagine–not just myself, King, but the both of us, and my omega between, and I–I took myself in hand and I— In any case, as you say, it was efficient.

I’m relieved to hear you speak of siblings. I was… unhappy. My mother has often sought to separate Sirius and I. For many years I half-believed that he was the bad influence she stated him to be, and although he may be loud and annoying and sometimes make me question my ability to get through the day without casting an Unforgivable, I care for him very deeply. He’s unhappy in my family because he is so unlike all of us, and I thought perhaps that was a flaw, but increasingly I believe it is a strength. 

I’m glad, too, to hear you speak of Ardella. I wish to meet her as well. I wish to meet anyone you love so much. Perhaps once we’ve bonded, and the Family is settled, we could have a dinner with Ardella and another with Sirius. I would like for you to meet him as my bonded, and I would like to meet Ardella in the same capacity. I also would like to meet Edgar more formally, when the time is right. He seems… he reminds me of Sirius, in some ways. Perhaps a little informal, but steadfast. I’m coming to appreciate that.

Always,

RAB

(PS) King, when the time is right, I would like to take you up on your offer to arrange dinner with Andromeda. The invitations for the investiture have gone out, and I’m afraid she now knows that she’s been reinstated, although perhaps not by who. In any case, a dinner seems in order.

(PPS) I’m going to check on my idiot brother and his lovers shortly. Hopefully, they’ve managed not to create chaos in my absence. More likely, Gryffindor Tower is alight and I’ll have to carry them all out by hand. 

Little Prince, 

A professor, you say? Though it is tempting, I might have a thing for one of my students. I suppose they say the position is cursed. Perhaps that’s why I would end up leaving. The scandal of loving you. Though, if I’m honest, I do enjoy my job for now, though I hope to prove myself competent to advance. I wouldn’t mind being the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement one day. I’m not sure that I can hope for Minister, but I could see myself running for appointment one day. 

Don’t get ideas in your head, love. I’m content where I am for now. 

I think I shall let Eddie learn about the smugglers on his own. I would hate to cast any unneeded suspicion our way. 

Perhaps I will write you a novel. Finding the words seems easy for you. I could write a whole library and still find more ways to discuss how wonderful you make me feel. Or the way your eyes remind me of starlight; my very own north star, leading me home. Or the way your touch seems to light me on fire and also soothe me. In every book, I shall refer to you only as baby so that generations from now, when people read of our love, they’ll know you exclusively as my baby. 

Can I tell you that I now have a desire to make you come with watermelon? I wouldn’t just hold it though. I would feed it to you. Thick, wet pieces with the juice running down your chin, and down your neck. I would smear the pulp down your body, until you were coated with it. 

Then, I’d fuck you. I’d finger you open with the watermelon juice on my fingers, and I’d lick it back out of you. You would taste so sweet, a dessert laid out for me, and I would devour you until you’re trembling on my tongue. I’d fuck you while tasting the watermelon on your tongue, licking it off your neck and chin. 

When you come, I’ll pull out and lay you on the bed in front of me. I’ll admire how you look, all debauched and dirty for me, and I’ll come on your chest so that you’re covered in me, and you, and watermelon. Don’t worry my love. I always take care of you, don’t I? I’m going to lick every inch of you clean and feed you a taste on my tongue. 

I miss you, baby. I’m home alone after spending so long with you. I shouldn’t be able to come again, but I’ve got my hand on my cock and I’m picturing you here. Do you want to know what my fantasy is today? I’m pretending that we’ve gone to Gringotts and found your time-turner, and I’ve got two of you here now, and both of you are taking turns sucking on my cock. Would you kiss yourself with my cock between your lips? You’re a lovely kisser, baby. I think you should get to try how it feels. 

Maybe the two of you can tie me up again and fuck yourself on my bed. I want to see you suck your own cock. I want to see you taste your own arse. I want to see your dick slide inside of your own arse, and I want to see you give yourself pleasure. 

It’s best that you’ve got me tied up, baby, because I don’t think I could stop myself from joining you. I’ll slip my cock inside of your hole, and I’ll fuck you into yourself. When you’re both done, and our knots release, I want to lay you out next to yourself on the bed so I can watch my come and yours drip out of your arseholes. 

I think I would need to taste you again. Do you think you coud handle the oversensitivity of my tongue on your arsehole after it’s been fucked by me and by you? Can I lick you clean of our come as it drips out of you, or would that be too much for you to handle? Perhaps, instead, I should plug you up and leave you stuffed full of us. Would you prefer that, baby? Would you go to class with my plug in your arse? Come home to me still full of my come and let me fuck it out of you?

I bet you would. I bet you would be a good boy for me. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

P.S. Say the word, and I’ll schedule the dinner. 

P.P.S. I hope your brother and his boyfriends are doing well. Let me know?

King,

Well this was a lovely surprise to come back to.

I wonder at your ability to handle two of me, King. Two holes that need to be filled, so that when one of me finished with your knot, the other demanded it. Of course I could (and would) take myself, make myself scream for you; you’ve taught me what feels good and I would put it to use, make myself come over you until you were begging to be untied. But I wouldn’t.

Instead I would ride your knot, and when you came in me, and filled me up, I would ride your face, and then my second self would stroke you into hardness and take your knot again. I think, my love, that you would tire before me. I can already imagine your muscles trembling, pleas caught between your clenched teeth, so overwhelmed by pleasure you can’t tell if you need to beg me to stop or go on. 

Of course, I would know. I know you well, King, and with two of me there would be no doubt. I would ride you until you cried, until you forgot your own name, until all you could taste was your own spend dripping out of my used hole, and then I would feed you a Pepper Up, and then I would go again.

Maybe I would be merciful after a time. Merciful on my own self, of course, not you. I know how badly I need your knot. I would put a cock ring on you, keep your knot full and inside of me, and rock on you until I had my fill, until I was sated in you. How long do you think a knot can last, darling? How sensitive do you think it would be, massaged by my hands, my hole?

I would bite you, King, claim you like an omega, use the Voice and make you tremble. You would be putty in my hands and I would shape you into my own pleasure and you would thank me, call me sir.

And when you simply couldn’t take another piece of pleasure, I would bend you over my own lap, King, fill your mouth and your arse with my knot, and remind you who you have chosen. I would remind you until you could not speak any word but my name.

Yes, I believe we will get the Time Turner. You’ve a birthday coming up, don’t you? I deserve a present.

Speaking of good boys, I’ll thank you not to say such things as “you’re not sure you can hope for Minister” in my presence. I don’t appreciate the implication that there is anything you couldn’t achieve. It displeases me. If you wouldn’t like to be Minister, that is perfectly acceptable, but you are entirely capable of seizing that office, or any other you like. 

You asked about my foolish tart of a brother, and I’ll have you know that after I sent you my last letter, I went downstairs to find him having a standoff with Evan Rosier in the Slytherin common room. He said it was very important, and I believe him, but I wish he would be more careful. As it is, my claim on him has faded, and Rosier could have done something unforgivable. The fool almost hexed Sirius in my presence. As if I wouldn’t have flayed his bones with the Cruciatus for the cheek.

Then Potter tried to claim Sirius, and instead made him come all over himself like a fourth year. The idiocy is overwhelming.

Tomorrow Franklin Nott is coming to take Sirius on a date. I’ve not yet told Mother that the betrothal is canceled; I’m waiting until after the investiture to put that in action. I can’t stand Franklin. He acts respectable, but at that first meeting I knew. He shook Sirius’s hand. In my presence. Disgusting.

(Writing this I know you will say that’s a perfectly legitimate interaction, however I found it offensive. That Sirius was going into heat did not color my perception at all.)

In any case I’m hoping Lupin will locate his manhood and ask for Sirius’s claim. If not, I suppose we can build a cottage for Sirius somewhere on our grounds. Close enough to be safe, far enough not to interrupt our activities. Or hear his terrible music. 

Always, 

RAB

(PS) On the subject of the investiture, please recheck your wards and make sure they are sharp. No one in my family is meant to know of you, and I’m sure they don’t, and yet I know who they are and what they are willing to do for power. Be safe.

Little Prince, 

If this fantasy of what having two of you would be like was supposed to put me off the idea, then I must tell you that you failed. I am all the more desperate to have you, and to watch you have yourself. If you would like to take turns riding my cock and riding my face, even though there’s only one of you, then consider me your mount to ride. 

Alas, baby, there is one flaw to your plan. I am not one who easily tires. I am certain that I have more stamina than you, and we both know that I know how to make you melt into a puddle when I use my tongue on you. Have you forgotten New Year's already, darling? I suppose that’s fair. You passed out after the third orgasm I gave you, so perhaps the night is hazy. 

Even with two of you, even with my hands tied down, I think I can wear you both out. I would have you both so full of my come that it would be dripping out of both of you when I bend your limp and weary bodies over my bed. Don’t worry, my love, I shall lick you both clean and then fill you up again. 

Shall we make it a challenge, my love? Tell me what you want if you win. 

If I win… Baby, have you ever worn lingerie? I assume the answer is no, but one can never really be certain when dealing with the House of Black. I think you would look delightful in a cinched corset–in black, of course–with sharp lines and silver buttons and matching silk knickers. I would have you ride me while you wear it. 

Or perhaps I’d rather tie your hands behind your back, pull the knickers down your legs with my teeth, and shove them in your mouth to keep you quiet while I fuck you. I would use your arms as a handle to hold as I slam into you, taking you for what I want. Do you think you can handle the force I can give you, baby? You said you wanted to see me go wild. Are you prepared for what wearing a corset would do to me?

I would take you so hard that you can’t walk for days. You’ll just have to stay in my bed until your arse is healed enough to support you. Unfortunately, I’d have to take you again every time I came to bed, so you would be eternally bound to my bed and my knot until I deem it fit to let you go. 

Not to worry, baby. I’ll make sure you’re well cared for. I’ll take care of everything, so all you need to focus on is my cock inside of you. I will have you, Lord of the House of Black, begging me to take you again and again. Lucky for you I’m such a generous lover, my darling.

You do deserve a present for my birthday, and perhaps I shall give you two of me, instead. Do you think you could handle double my attention on you? Could you handle being my cocksleeve, skewered between the cock in your mouth and the cock in your arse? Perhaps I’ll still have you wear that corset, let you lie on your back and come all over it. Or, perhaps I’ll sandwich you between me and myself, and we’ll both fuck your pretty little hole. Do you think you can take two of my dicks, baby? Two of my knots? You would be so full of me. 

My dirtiest fucking dream is to have you so full of me that you can think of nothing else. 

I’m sorry I’ve displeased you, baby. It’s not that I don’t want to be Minister, it’s just such a long way. Of course I want it. I think you’re the first person I’ve ever said that to. You’re the person that I feel the safest talking about my dreams with. 

My love, I think your brother might be dim. I hate to suggest it, but I can’t imagine otherwise why he would be in the Slytherin common room after everything that Rosier has done. It does not surprise me that Rosier almost hexed him. Rosier has indeed always been dim. Do you remember the Rosier’s summer soiree four years ago when Evan was caught snogging the cater waiter by Minister Abbott? His father faced an inquiry at the Ministry because of it. 

Your claim has faded on him though? Will you claim him again if Lupin fails to, or will you allow Franklin to do so? I do see that you’ve said the betrothal is canceled, my love, but I think we both know that it is not what you really intend. Shaking his hand is a perfectly legitimate reaction. He was going into heat, and Franklin didn’t make any attempt toward him? Darling, that sounds downright chivalrous, given everything that is happening. Regardless, we can find a cottage for Sirius somewhere nearby. Near enough we can hear him scream, but not close enough that he can hear you scream. 

Regarding the investiture, my love… should I be concerned about you? My wards are intact and strong, but they don’t know of me. They do, however, know of you. Hogwarts is not so secure that they could not surprise you. Don’t argue with me. Considering I have surprised you in your room, I think we both know this is possible. Are you in harms way? If I get you a protective charm, would you wear it? Or perhaps something more. I shall consider it, but tell me you will?

Yours, 

Kingsley

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Day 9

King,

For all your endurance, my love, I don’t think you could compete with two of me. I’m not sure you can compete with one of me. I have not been known to play fair.

Did you get a delivery this morning? The chocolates made me think of you. I’d like you to eat one as you read this. Go. Fetch one now. I know it is too early for chocolate and I don’t care. It will please me for you to have one, and I know you will do what pleases me. I want you to hold it in your hand until it begins to soften against your fingertips. You’re so warm, it won’t take long. Just a moment or two. I suspect it’s happening already, the chocolate soft and pliable for you. Wait another moment. I want to make a mess of you. Hold it in your palm, King. Let the heat of your body loosen the bindings that hold it together. It’s an expensive chocolate, but of course those are some of the easiest to make fold. Is it smearing sweetness over your skin? Do you want to taste it? Go on then, you may, but I expect that you will lick every bit of it from your skin. Don’t leave a single trace.

I’ve never worn lingerie, but if this is the boon you’d claim for winning, I accept. I think I am more than prepared to see you go wild, King. 

However, when I win, I’ll have you bound for me, your hands secured at wrist and forearm. I’ve been doing some reading, my lovely monarch, and I found a book—well, I shan’t share the name with you just yet, but suffice to say I’ve some spells I think we should try. How is that chocolate treating you? Are you feeling warm yet?

I’ll keep you in my bedroom, against my headboard, where I can ride you whenever the whim strikes me, and when it doesn’t I’ll leave you full, plugged and riding a wave of my magic, keeping you so close to the edge you can almost taste it. I won’t let you go over, of course, not until it suits me. You’ll be my beautiful distraction from homework and lessons. I’ll come visit you between classes, just to remind myself what your cock feels like in my hand, in my hole, and then I’ll be off again. Do you think you could bear waiting for me? Do you think you could be good for me, King?

By now I’m certain you’re hard. Those chocolates have just a smidgen of a lust potion in them. Not enough to harm you; don’t fret, I brewed it myself. No, my love, just enough to make you hard, to make you need me. And it’s only me who can handle that for you. Your hand will not be sufficient, although you may try and I’d love to see you attempt it. You’re so skilled with your fingers, and I love the way you look when you take yourself in hand. But you won’t be able to finish without my hand on you. I’ve made sure of that.

And of course I’ll help you, darling, but I’d be remiss to not answer the rest of your letter. Be patient for me, hmm?

I’m pleased you’ve admitted your ambition. You will have it. I don’t say this from my own strength; even without me, you would have it, King. You are so wise and strong and perfect. And I will help you. I will support you in every way possible, as will the House of Black, although in this case I don’t believe it would even be necessary to do so. On the night you take office, I expect you to take me over your desk, as well.

My brother is undoubtedly dim. I believe he went to help Potter exact some kind of revenge, and to say Sirius has a soft spot for Potter would be like saying the earth has a soft spot for the sun. I believe he’d do anything Potter wanted. I do remember the soirée; Father sat Sirius and I down afterwards and threatened us with death if we ever attempted something similar. Evan is a worthless human. I’ve no doubt he’d ask for Sirius formally if his father wasn’t still so afraid of mine. That, I suppose, is a strike of luck. Can you imagine having him for a brother-in-law?

On that subject, the handshake was entirely inappropriate. A man does not approach another man’s omega  

what I mean to say is  

the subtext  

I simply do not approve of Franklin Nott. I refuse to have him as a brother-in-law. I refuse, King. 

Fine, I can admit that perhaps I am influenced by the lingering magic of the claim. But I’m truth I wonder if he would make Sirius very happy. Did you worry about this with Ardella? Does her wife bring her joy? If so, how did you go about convincing your parents this was a necessary component of the arrangement? I’m not so foolish as to think I could say it simply, but I think Mother might ferret out my reasons, and in truth she would probably prize a match more highly for its ability to make Sirius miserable. Were your parents perhaps neutral in this regard?

Yes, I would wear a charm if you fashioned it. I’m not so worried about myself. Mother and Father are pleased, I think, that I will take charge, and still believe I will obey all their rules in their entirety. Andromeda may curse me but I doubt she’d harm me permanently. Narcissa is occupied with her husband. Bellatrix…

Well, Sirius is nearby, and he’s always handled Bellatrix when she’s attempted to harm me. Despite being an idiot, he’s a terrific dueler. Although she could use the voice on him now and would delight to do so… yes, my love, a protective charm would not go amiss.

Always, 

RAB

(PS) Oh, I suppose I shouldn’t leave you hard and needy, should I? But I am very busy this morning, King. I’ve got to go to classes, and then the date, and then—how would you cope, if I made you wait for me all day? Could you go to work, helpless and hard beneath your robes? 

(PPS) I’ll be in my dormitory for the next half hour. Come here, and I’ll let you find relief.

Before reading further, please read Chapter 1 of Love is Sweet.

Little Prince, 

Do you still have your notebook transfigured to look like notes for class? Are you watching me write dirty missives to you? I hope not. You should be paying attention in class, my love. 

Or perhaps it’s a lost cause. Can you think through your lessons with your arse plugged full of my come? I bet you can feel it the whole time. I remember how uncomfortable those wooden seats are. Tell me, darling, do you feel the plug pressing into you as you sit in your classes, trying to pay attention? Do you feel it pressing into your prostate as you shift, trying to ignore your hard cock tenting your trousers?

Did I tell you that the plug you’re wearing has some special features? Do you feel this? The vibrations that I’m sending through the plug now. Don’t worry, I’ll keep it turned on low now. I’m sure you can feel it, but no one knows except for you and for me. For now, anyway. Just wait until I turn it up, and you are going to have to try extra hard to stay quiet for me. 

Be careful, my love. Don’t let anyone find out how desperate you are to be fucked right now. I’d hate to have to kill your entire class just because they tried to do something to you. You’re mine, baby, and I’m the only one who can make you feel this way. 

I had to run to my home for a few things, but I’m back in your room now. Naked, of course, and lounging in your sheets. The bed smells like you. Do you know what your smell does to me? I feel like I drown within it. Your scent alone could bring me to my knees. It makes me hard, which is much less fun when only your scent is here. 

No cheating, now love. I may be naked in your bed, but you have class, and your brother’s date. You won’t be able to come back to me until your brother is tucked away with Franklin. 

Did I mention that you can’t come without me? I was benevolent this morning, and let you come on my knot. You’re so beautiful when you come. You certainly can’t come in your classroom, or in a filthy loo or broom cupboard. At least, not without me there to watch you. You can’t even come if I turn up the power… like so. 

Oh, love, I bet you feel that now. I bet you’re twisting your legs together against the sensation of the vibrations. It feels good, doesn’t it? Are you able to maintain that clever mask of yours while it’s at this level? This isn’t even the maximum yet. It’s not even half as strong as it gets. Maybe if I turn it up just a bit more?

Now, baby. Hold on for me. I’ve got a whole letter to answer. I promise not to turn it up too much while I respond. 

The chance to turn you over the Minister’s desk and take you might just be the thing I need to turn this from a desire to a plan. I can see you now, darling, looking so much like you did this morning when I turned you over my bed. I would have to kneel behind you again, like I did this morning, and open your hole with my lips and my tongue. I probably won’t spank you over the Minister’s desk—not that time, anyway, though I think I would enjoy that too. But I’d slip inside of you as soon as you were ready and fuck you until your come paints my desktop. Perhaps I’ll leave it there so that the next day, when I come in to start my new role, I’ll see it and have you with me all day. Do you think people would ask why I had come on my desk, or would they say it’s because the Minister’s husband is so handsome?

Your brother may be dim, but I think that you would do something equally dim if you thought it would protect him. Am I wrong, love, or did you claim your brother in an effort to save him? Are you not threatening Franklin Nott simply for a handshake?

Ardella’s wife brings her immense joy, and it was my sole wish for her partner. Beyond that, and an insistence that her partner treat her with kindness and love, I wanted nothing more than for my sister to be happy. My love, this is not the product of the magic of your claim. This is the magic of having siblings. You love your brother, and you want him to be happy. That’s nothing to be ashamed of, Little Prince. 

Oh, dear. My hand slipped. Did you feel the vibrations turn up love? Pity that. It’s not yet all the way up, either. 

My parents needed no convincing. They also wished for Ardella to be happy, as they wish for me to be happy. They do not care for the value of the match as long as we are loved and in love. I know your mother does not feel this way, but a parent should want this for their children. I’m not sure if there’s a good way to express this to your mother, but I would suggest that her opinion doesn’t matter. Your mother is no longer in control of Sirius’s matches, is she? That obligation falls to the Head of the Family, which will be you very soon. 

Another notch up, darling. Are you struggling to sit through class? It’s almost time for a passing period. Do you think you’ll be able to walk with your arse vibrating the way it is?

When I went home a bit ago, I picked up a pendant for you. It has protection charms built in, but this pendant is particularly unique. It hangs around your neck, and if you wrap your hand around the pendant stone, it should grow warm. I have a matching one, and it will allow me to instantly apparate to wherever you are. If Bellatrix or anyone else comes to harm you, hold the pendant in your hand and I will come to you. Anytime, anywhere, no matter what you need. 

Promise me that you’ll wear it always? I will feel better knowing you can communicate with me. 

Can I tell you a secret, baby? I ate another one of your chocolates a few minutes ago. My body is all warm and tingly, and I’m beginning to feel desperate for you. I’m still naked in your bed, and your sheets are tented up around my hard cock. I’m leaking precome already, and I haven’t even tried to touch myself yet. 

Did you feel the vibrations change again, baby? It’s a wave pattern now, right? Well, this vibrator is controlled by the ring on my hand, and when I stroke myself, it turns the vibrations up and down with each stroke. Can you feel me fucking my hand, baby? Can you feel the vibrations getting more intense as my hand goes down, and lessening as it goes up? 

My hand isn’t enough, baby. I need you. 

I know you’re taking your brother to see Franklin now. 

Please hurry back to me, baby. 

I need you. 

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Please read Chapter 2 of Love is Sweet.

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Day 10

Darling, dearest, loveliest Little Prince, 

Leaving your bed is, as always, torture. Why must we be ambitious men who need to attend work in order to be happy? 

Truly, though, I do not need it. I could be happy if I could spend eternity naked in your bed, eating chocolate and waiting for you to come home to ride my knot again. Would you keep me like a pet in your bed, off to conquer the world and then returning to me again?

Alas, work calls me anyway. I only have a few minutes to send this, and I wanted to tell you that my hand has memorized that shape of your hip, and I cannot stop imagining your skin beneath mine. Say I can see you again soon?

I’m off now to some sort of official guard duty. They haven’t given us the details yet, but apparently it is a placement that shall only last through the end of the day. I should be home tonight. Perhaps I’ll arrive there to find you naked and with your wand between your teeth?

Yours, as always, 

Kingsley

King,

Imagine my surprise this morning when McGonagall announced extra protection for the castle and my own handsome love stalked through the door.

There was an audible gasp when you came in. I think half the school will be clamoring for your attention today. Thinking they can claim you. Thinking they can keep you.

But they can’t, pet, can they? It’s my bed you live in, eating what I feed you from the palm of my hand, hard and ready to be used when I have need of you. 

I’ll have you today, King. Say I can. If you’re going to be wandering around my classmates, all of them dying for your scent, your touch, then I want you to do so with my come dripping down your thighs. And then, King, I want your knot inside of me. I want us full of each other. No room for anyone else.

I have to ensure Mother doesn’t intend to come. Afterwards, meet me in my room.

Always,

RAB

(PS) She won’t attend. Mother, I mean. This sort of event is beneath her. But if she does—my love, please stay near. I hesitate to… I know you won’t mind that I… I would feel better for your presence. 

Little Prince, 

Lucky me, I don’t have to imagine your surprise because I was able to see it myself from across the room when I walked in. I wish I had a way to capture your face. First, because you are beautiful, and second, because I love being able to surprise you. 

I can’t say I noticed an audible gasp, but I also didn’t notice anyone other than you in the room. They can try for my attention all they want, darling, but they will be unsuccessful. I have eyes for no one other than you. 

Of course you may have me, in any way you wish. Eddie has already been teasing me about randomly disappearing today and finding me locked away with you. Which is to say let’s make sure that the locks are secure wherever we meet. 

But, to walk around with your touch and taste on me, even as others try to claim what is yours, and only yours–that sounds perfect. Even as they try, I will feel you with me. Let me know when to meet you, and I will be wherever you ask. 

Yours, as soon as you’ll have me, 

Kingsley

P.S. Your mother may not come, but please be careful today. There’s no way to tell who might  have come in pretending to be visiting students. Keep your charm with you, the one that matches mine, and call me if there is any danger. Promise me, or I will end up giving us away for how often I will feel the need to check on you. 

King,

I readily admit that I am jealous over you, possessive of what’s mine. I dislike that others have seen you, been with you, touched you. I abhor hearing my classmates talk about how good looking you are, as if they stood a chance. I’m a jealous man. I know this about myself.

But knowing that you are walking around the grounds of Hogwarts right now, sore from my knot, the only knot you’ve ever taken—King, the way you opened for me, the way you whined, the quiver in your voice when you came for me. I adore you. I will have you again, but slower this time, sprawled out like the monarch you are on a bed of silk instead of the cheap sheets of Hogwarts. I will tease you as you tease me, make you come before I ever touch your hole. I will make you forget every man who came before me. 

I know you have to make an appearance on the grounds, but I wish you were still in my arms. How late are you staying? Can you spend the night? I want to fall asleep with you. I sleep so much better at your side.

I’m off to make sure Potter’s parents haven’t kidnapped Sirius; they adore him, which is fine, but—well. The claim may have faded, but I still only have one brother.

Always,

RAB

(PS) Mother confirmed she won’t be in attendance. I’ll still be wary of other visitors, and of course I’m wearing your charm. I haven’t taken it off since you gave it to me. But check on me anyway. I like it when you are near.

My Little Prince, 

Every step I take reminds me of you in the most delicious way possible. I can feel you, as though you are still here, still stretching my hole so that you can claim it. I love the feeling of it. 

I’ve never felt so full as I did when you were inside of me, love. While it’s not the first time I’ve been taken by a man like that, it’s the first time I’ve done it with such meaning and purpose. My love, my darling, my baby. I’ve never felt so complete as I did when I was taking your knot. If you want to do it again, if you want to do it a thousand more times in that way, then I shall let you. Anything to be so fortunate as to be under your touch. 

I will spend the night with you, love, though I may need to leave and return to keep up our ruse. Or, perhaps I can convince Eddie to help me so that I don’t need to leave you at all. He’s been teasing me for a limp that I am certain does not actually exist, so I’ll simply tell him that he owes me this favor. 

I only have a few minutes more before I have to go back to being serious and important, but I wanted to let you know that I’ve been checking on you, darling. I hope your meal with Andy and your brother was good. Will you tell me about it? How did it go with Andy? I hadn’t realized that she was coming, though I’ll try to stop by later to see her. And you, of course, though I will see you regardless of her presence. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

King,

If I was a man with less self-control, I would’ve gone to my knees to thank you properly for saving my life earlier.

How you managed to appear so quickly—well, I am not surprised, but I am aroused. 

You are beautiful in action, Kingsley. I can almost forgive my family for flirting with you. You move like a dancer, like you’ve choreographed the whole thing in advance, and I could watch you for hours. I wanted to claim you there in the corridor, to sink my teeth into your neck and leave a mark that would ensure others kept their hands off of you. I nearly did. Is it common, people looking at you like that? 

Thank you for escorting Andromeda and Ted off the grounds. I believe the attack originated from my cousin Bellatrix, and she would do harm to Andromeda if she could. I will have to deal with Bellatrix. I know you will offer, so I’ll tell you now that I don’t want you to handle her yet. Assassination attempts are a standard part of the investiture, and how I address them will set the tone for my time as patriarch. 

My lunch was very pleasant. It was comforting to see Andromeda again. She looks well, and healthy, and you were right about her husband, Ted. He’s very kind to her. I’m glad to see her with someone who cares for her so openly. She has often been sad. It is a relief to see her without worry in her eyes. 

It was nice, too, to have a family lunch that wasn’t marked by malice or threat. Although I did have to put Sirius in his place. But that’s standard by now. It would only have been better with you at my side. 

King, when you return from Hogsmeade, and check in with Edgar, come find me. I want to thank you for your service as an auror this afternoon. 

Always,

RAB

Regulus, 

You’ll have to forgive me for not immediately coming back. I just saw your cousin and her husband apparate away from the gates, and I had to take a moment to stop and calm myself. My hands are shaking, love. I hope you can read this, despite how unsteady my hand is as I write it. 

I was already on my way to find you, hoping to manage a chance encounter with you so that I could see the way it flusters you when I smile at you, when I felt the charm go warm. I was only around the corner, and I cannot explain the panic it sent through me when you were being cornered by that suit of armor. I knew something was going to go wrong today. I’ve had an unsettled feeling all day. I should have stayed right next to you. I shouldn’t have let you out of my sight. 

I’m so glad that you’re not injured. You’re not, right? I know you told me that you weren’t, but there’s not something you didn’t want to say in front of your family, is there? Please tell me you’re not hurt. 

I’m still by the gate, hiding in a small enclave of trees. I’ll go talk to Eddie as soon as I’m sure I can do it without incident. I’ll be there soon, my love.

Yours, 

Kingsley

Little Prince, 

I cannot get away right now, and it is destroying me. The Muggle parents are arriving soon on the Hogwarts Express, and I have to be here to oversee their disembarkment. I have maybe half an hour before I must head to Hogsmeade Station. Can you meet me? There’s a closet just off the entrance hall that will do well enough. I just need to hold you for a bit. 

King

King,

As I hope you heard me say in the closet, I’m alright. I—love, I’ve never seen you shaken like that. All is well. I am well. I will kill Bellatrix for making you worry. It didn’t even scratch me. Later, when we are alone, I will strip and you can search every inch of me. All you will find are the marks you have left, and I happen to like those. Although Andromeda did spot the love bite you left on my neck.

Really, King, I wasn’t even frightened. I knew you would come. You may not believe this, but I used to be quite an anxious child. I would have terrible nightmares and spend half my nights sneaking into Sirius’s room. Coming to Hogwarts helped some, but didn’t do away with the problem altogether. It’s your presence that has. Being afraid seems silly when one has a dashing auror lover looking out for them.

In fact, I’m fine to the extent that I—well, I did something unexpected. Lupin’s mother, her name is Mrs. Hope Lupin, she mistook me for Sirius. I walked her to the Gryffindor dormitory just after I left your arms. King, have you ever befriended a muggle? She’s nothing like what I expected. She offered me biscuits. 

I’m trying to distract myself, but I’m concerned about you. I hate to see you upset. How can I help you feel better? I’m wearing the charm, I promise you. I won’t take it off for anything, not unless you are with me. 

Always,

RAB

Little Prince, 

Seeing you, holding you, helped more than I can say. I heard your reassurances, and I am trying to take them to heart. Not that I believe you would lie about it, but every time I close my eyes, I see you beneath a suit of armor, and wonder what would have happened if I was but a moment later. 

I will take you up on your offer to inspect you, but I fear I must inform you that a visual inspection will hardly be sufficient. No, I think I shall have to touch, lick, suck every inch of your body until I am satisfied. 

Satisfied that you are not hurt, of course. Though I think I can find some other satisfaction during my inspection, don't you?

I hate to hear that you ever had nightmares, but I am glad that I have done anything to lessen them. You may always come to me if you have nightmares. Let me chase the monsters from your night as succinctly as I can those that stalk you in the daylight. 

I have met a few muggles, and other than their lack of magic, they are really just people. The way purebloods speak of them makes it seem like they are hardly fit for a zoo, yet it isn't muggles who have been attempting to claim people unwillingly based on their presentation. Perhaps we have a lot to learn from them. Like how they seem to make the best biscuits. You'll see when Mrs. Lupin sends you a batch. They're far better than wix biscuits. 

I'm almost done here, love. The train is nearly full, and Eddie has given me an excuse to sit on my own for a few. I think he can tell how rattled I am by what happened. Which, speaking of, there's been a report filed that I suspect you will be contacted about. Nothing about our relationship, but that I had to rescue you from an errant suit of armor. The incident was reported, and now our names are officially in an Auror record together. Not for the last time, I'm sure, but not the first time I'd hoped for. 

I'll be with you soon, love. As soon as I am done. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

P.S. I have thought about your question, how you can help me. Please always wear the charm, love. I will not be able to sleep if you don't wear it. Is there a manner of attack Bellatrix prefers? Poison, maybe? Or dark curses? I have some runes that, perhaps, you would consider letting me tattoo on you? I know you once said you would wear any mark I give you, but would you wear it to protect yourself? Or, if not, perhaps some more protection charms?

King,

I have a request for you. Close your eyes. Go on, I know you’re not done at the station yet. Close your eyes. Imagine me. Imagine me beneath you, wanting you. Imagine my legs around your waist and my hands on your shoulders and imagine you’re not yet inside of me. Imagine you’re waiting for my permission. Poised and hard and desperate, but obedient. Hold that image in your mind. Hold it until I tell you that you may forget it. Be good for me, King. That is what I wish for you to see when you close your eyes. You may see something else when I permit it, and at this time, I do not. 

I will reconsider when you arrive for my inspection. I’m in my dormitory, wearing a little present I purchased for myself ahead of my investiture. Well, purchased for you. For us. I’ve charmed a little scrap of the lace to come find you. Is it there, in your hand? I wanted to wait until the investiture was complete to show you, but after the day you’ve had, my love, I believe you deserve a treat. Let me be that for you. 

I will admit I’ve never met a muggle before. Mother never allowed us to meet the neighbors. Well, Sirius snuck out once when we were young, but I learned from his punishment to not make the same mistake. Hope is my first. I am very endeared by her. To think she created someone as boorish as Lupin! 

Come back to me, King. My investiture is in two days and I am, I will admit, unnerved. I have hesitated to tell Sirius about the collaring; I know he won’t be pleased. But I think he may be worse than displeased, and I don’t… Kingsley, I don’t wish to see him like that. I must. It is my duty. But I do not wish to.

Come back to me. Bring a brush, and ink. I will not take a tattoo until I take our marriage rune. It will be my first, and after that you may mark me as you will. But I will let you paint and repaint your protection on my skin as many times as you wish. Bellatrix is most likely to attack boldly, as you have seen, but you may ward me against poison and curses and fists, if you like. So long as you are touching me, I will not mind at all. 

You will have to take this lace off of my body first. It is quite snug in areas. I hope you don’t mind.

Always,

RAB

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Day 11

My darling, dearest, sweetest Little Prince, 

I knew that you were brilliant, talented, handsome, generous, beautiful, but you’ve really gone and outdone yourself this time. Do you know what the only thing I can see when I close my eyes is now?

Blue lace over your gorgeous skin, your cock straining at the fabric, the way you arched off of the bed as I tasted you, the way your fingers grasped the sheets, the way you bit your lip, the way you came all over yourself… 

No suit of armor has a chance against you in lingerie. 

I’m not sure you remember, what with the blissful state you were in before I left, but the runes that now cover your chest, stomach, and legs will give you some limited protection against poison, dark curses, nearby explosions, and psychic magic attacks. For poisons and explosions, it won’t protect you from the effects, but you will feel a slight tingle on the lines of the runes if you are near either. If you feel that on your left hip, do not eat whatever it is that’s near you. If you feel it on your back, get away quickly. 

They won’t last forever, though I’ve sealed each with magic to keep them from being washed away. That was what the kiss on each rune was, though I know you thought I was just being sentimental. Truthfully, it was both, as the seal can be cast without a kiss, but a kiss is much more fun. What this really means is that you’ll have to return to me no less than every few days so that I can redraw them on you. Not forever, but at least until Bellatrix is dealt with. 

I know you’re off to handle your brother today, and to tell him of the collars. If it doesn’t take the whole day, would you spend the rest with me? Since I’ve only just returned after my injury, they’re keeping me on light desk duty rather than letting me go out with Eddie. I can bring this home and complete it while you rest in my lap. Lay with your head on my thigh, eating the cookies from Hope, and we shall luxuriate in the simple pleasure of being together. We’ll pretend nothing else in the world exists except for you and for me, and we will make love as often as we wish. 

Say you will, love. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

King,

I am delighted to hear that any unpleasant thought has been driven from your head. You are perfect, and should never face discomfort. If my wearing lingerie can help accomplish this, well, I suppose I can endure being so thoroughly ravished by you. Needs must. 

My love, thank you for your devotion. I feel surrounded by you, even when you are at home, your magic buzzing against my skin. I keep catching whiffs of woodsmoke, your scent trapped against my body by runes and kisses. I just had you, and yet I want you again.

Of course I will come to you. It would set my mind at ease to be with you. I must be sure Sirius is prepared for tomorrow, and then I will come.

One last thing before I do. King, I know you will detest this, but I must ask it of you. Forgive me, please.

In the occasion that I do not survive tomorrow, I’ve sent you my will. Please don’t fret. It’s only a contingency plan. Sirius will be with me, and if things become dire, I have no doubt he will reject the rules for omegas, make a scene, and save my life. But I must plan for the worst. And so I am sending this to you.

If the worst happens, King, please promise me you will protect my brother. Promise me you will take him from the Family. If I am gone, Bellatrix is most likely to rule in my stead, and she will break him. I know you are strong enough to resist her. Please.

I also know I’ve set you off into a strop by discussing my mortality. I assure you, I intend to come back to you alive and patriarch of the Family. You can trust me in this. But it will help me relax knowing that if I fail, you will care for those I love. Most especially yourself.

If I do fail, King, I wish you to promise me you will let yourself find joy and happiness. Your happiness is my greatest delight, and even if I am gone, I will want for you to be at peace. Even if it is with another. Promise me this, as well. 

I am sorry. I know you are upset, reading this. I will come to you and drive these thoughts out of your mind. I’ll be there as soon as I finish with Sirius. Forgive me for making you unhappy, but promise me as well. 

Always,

RAB

Little Prince, 

I understand the practicality of what you have sent me, but I refuse to even think of it. I won’t give the thought any more consideration than it has already. 

Instead, I choose to think of our future. Together, as we should be.

Can you picture it too, my love? Think of us, ten years from now. We’re living in a big, beautiful house near enough to the sea that we can smell it. We’ll take a sunrise walk on the beach, collecting seashells and seaglass. 

We’ll come back home and give Kreacher the day off, if he’ll take it, and make fresh waffles that will wake the children by scent alone. A boy who looks like you. A girl who looks like me. We’ll debate a third, but we’ve done so well with the two of them, why would we mess with perfection?

We don’t work today, so we’ll take them to the muggle amusement park. Have you ever–no, of course you haven’t been. I’ll take you before then. You’ll love it. It’s as close as the muggles get to magic, and it’s great fun. 

We’ll take the children, and ride roller coasters and the merry-go-round. We’ll put them on horses that are meant to be dragons, only the muggles don’t know what they look like. We’ll feed them candy floss and funnel cakes, and when they’re so tired they can’t stand any longer, we’ll bring them home. We’ll read them stories of little princes and princesses who live in bright warm castles and who live happily ever after. 

When they’re asleep and dreaming only happy dreams, I’ll lead you to our room and draw us a bath full of scented bubbles. I’ll pull you against my chest and kiss you as I wash the grime of the day away from your skin. When you’re clean, and I am, I’ll have you relax against me as I stroke you until you're hard and the bubbles have melted away. 

Then, I’ll carry you wrapped in a fluffy towel to our bed and make love to you until you’re spent and satiated on my knot. Then I will hold you, and whisper how much I love you in your ear until we both fall asleep with the promises of forever on our lips. 

Can you picture it, love? Let this thought carry you through tomorrow. I love you, and you are my forever. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

P.S. I hope you can come today, because I have a very desperate need to make slow, sweet love to you. 

King,

I have found myself the most comfortable pillow. You may know it as your lap.

You’ll have to forgive me for being a little sentimental, but I think I’m still recovering from your greeting. I have never been taken like that. My body is still tingling all over. When you finish your work, I’m going to ask you to do it again.

I wish my entire life was this, my head on your thigh as you feed me bits of cheese and stone fruit, listening to you work. Feeling you alive and strong near me. 

Kingsley, before you, I was so afraid. I was miserable. My life was a cage and all I could hope for was a clean exit. I thought Sirius would inherit. I thought Mother would pick me a bride. I thought I would spend the rest of my life enduring the bite of her wand. I thought, Kingsley, that the best I could do was endure. 

And then you appeared like a dream, requesting to see my Grandfather’s portrait, requesting to go to tea, requesting to kiss me under the yew tree in your parent’s garden. I love you so much it could kill me. I love you so much I believe it has, and I am in paradise now, listening to your quill scritch against the parchment.

I can see our children in my mind’s eye. I can see that they will love you, and trust you implicitly. I can see them running to us to bring their Hogwarts acceptance letters. I can see them on your broad shoulders. I can see them asking for their first owl, or kneazle, or snake, and of course we will make a show of determining if they’re responsible enough to have one, but we will let them. We will be good to them.

I can see that they will be Blacks, but they will be more than Blacks. They will be Shacklebolts, and this will ensure their joy for years to come. And mine, King.

Love, lover, my most beloved, when I take control of the Family tomorrow—afterwards, can we go on a date? Somewhere nice. Somewhere with water. Somewhere I can be yours, as I am yours here in your lap.

And after that, King, I wish to have dinner with you and Ardella. Let me meet your sister as your intended. Then dinner with Sirius. I wish for you to know him. I wish for you to be friends. 

You’ve made me believe in the future, King. Here, in your lap, I believe you that all will be well.

You didn’t promise, before, what I asked you to promise, but I know you will do so anyways. I trust you. I am not afraid that you will let me down. I doubt you ever could.

I must stop writing. A belligerent man with beautiful eyes is requesting I let him up so he can make me lunch. I think I will say no. I think I will lie here a while longer.

Always,

RAB

Little Prince, 

You said you would lie here longer as though all you did was pillow your head in my lap. As though you stretched out languidly and blocked my ability to get up. As though you didn't climb in my lap and ride me until we both were famished and in need of that lunch you refused to let me make. 

I hope you appreciated my version of payback for that little scene, Little Prince. Payback, of course, in the form of foods fed to you by my fingertips and then, once my knot went down, carrying you to the bedroom and putting you on your hands and knees until you passed out on my knot. 

There's something about that third knot that gets you every time, love. I wonder what a fourth would do?

I love watching you sleep while I'm still buried inside of you. You’re so soft, relaxed. As if every care or trouble you have in the world is gone when you’re sleeping. There’s a bonus too. If I pull back on you just like so–ah yes, like that. The face you make is delicious. 

Now, my love, don’t think I missed that you described our children loving me and trusting me. Do you not realize how much love and trust they will have for you too? You will be so loved by them that you won’t even know how to handle it. I promise you, they will love and trust you. Is this something you are concerned with, my love?

When this is over, we can go anywhere you would like. We can have a date or a whole week away. Anything. And yes to dinner with Ardella, and with Sirius, and with Andy and Ted, and with whomever makes us happy and no one who does not (unless they serve some other purpose, and we shall dine with them too–I know how you like to plot, my Little Prince).

Now, my knot is about to go down, and I think I need to wake you up halfway to your next orgasm, the way you’ve told me you wanted to be woken up. Your cock is already hard in my hand.  

Yours, 

Kingsley

P.S. I have twice now ignored the promises you request because I refuse to consider the preceding condition for it to be necessary. However, my love, my darling, my baby–the things that you love are the things that I love. The things you care about are the things I care about. I could no more let something you love suffer than I could let you suffer–and if you do not understand, please know that I will never let you suffer, not if it’s in my power to stop it. So yes, I will do as you ask, and I will love you until the end of my days when it is no longer in me to love any longer. 

Go, become the Patriarch, and spend those days with me by your side. 

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Day 12

King,

I must be quick. I am going to get Sirius and his lovers and I—I miss you. 

I wish I was still there in your arms. I must do this. I can do this. And I will. I will come home to you. I will take your knot three times again, and pass out again (I’d like to see you take three knots and maintain consciousness) and wake up to your kind face and loving eyes. 

I will let you convince me that our children will trust me. I will let you convince me that our children will love me. It will take you some doing, but we will have time. We will have time together.

I’m just nervous. I don’t want to put my brother in a collar. I don’t want to lead him by a leash. I don’t want Mother to curse him. Or… or me. I’m not weak, but the Cruciatus…

Nevertheless. That will not be the case today. Today I will inherit. And then I will put a stop to all of this. And our children will never endure these things. Today is the start of something new.

I love you.

Always,

RAB

Baby, 

You’ll have to forgive me for opening the letter this way. It felt appropriate to call you that now. I know how it makes you feel to be called that, to be my baby. 

I'm at work today, but I'm just at my desk. Which is good, because regardless of what I work on, I cannot get my mind off of you and your investiture. I hope you are safe, my love. I hope it is going exactly as you had intended. 

I cannot think of it longer, or I will lose my mind. 

Have I told you of why I first approached you? At that Yule party more than a year ago. You were on your best behavior, and your mother was still at your throat. It was subtle. I don’t think anyone else noticed. Yet, I could not bear the pain that lingered on your brow every time your mother called your attention again. I tried to ignore it, and for a time, I succeeded, but I could not leave you under her claws. 

I didn’t even love you yet. I can’t imagine what visiting that night now would do to me. 

When I asked you to show me the portrait, you were so confused. I wanted to tell you then that you deserved better, that you didn’t have to merely accept the rules as she ascribed them. Instead, I let you show me to your father’s office, let you try to riddle out the hidden meaning you were certain existed in my words. You were so reserved, my darling. So guarded. I wanted to be your friend, then. I did not expect more. I couldn’t not have even begun to predict then what you would become to me. 

Then, getting to know you over months of letters when you returned to school. I had not been prepared for the depth of your mind. I knew your mother beat into you the importance of being well rounded in order to be the best conversationalist at a party, but I was not prepared for you to have anything beyond a surface understanding of any issue. 

I fell in love with your mind first, and love, I tortured myself for it. I thought you were too young, too innocent, too enmeshed in your family to ever be someone I could love. I never even dared hope that you could love me. 

So I tried to distract myself, which you must know utterly failed. Every person I dated was compared to you, and I found them all dull and dry. Do you recall attending the ball that Pricilla Greengrass’s husband threw in honor of her thirtieth birthday? I knew you were coming, and I knew that your mother had arranged girls for you to consider. I was afraid of that ball, and nearly didn’t attend because of it. 

Instead, I brought Marjorie. I know that name raises ire in you, my love, but you should know that she was nothing. She meant nothing to me except for a distraction from looking at you. I knew as soon as we arrived that I would not be requesting a second date with her. 

However, I did learn something very important that night. Do you recall the first time you met Marjorie? You were in such a strop over her existence that I could not contain my glee. It was the first time that I had any inkling that you saw me as more than a friend. It was the first time I knew that I, perhaps, had a chance with you. 

I must confess, I was perhaps less kind to you that night than I could have been. I know that I couldn’t stop smiling, and that you (and Marjorie, unfortunately) believed it was for her. It was not, my love. Every time I saw you, you were grumpy that I was in her presence. I delighted in it. I relished in it. I am sorry for the way I tortured you that night. If it gives you any satisfaction, know that Marjorie was so upset by my rejection that she refuses to speak to me, even today. 

It was after the ball that I sent you the first delivery of zinnias. It was silly, perhaps, but I was desperate to give you something. It was after that ball that I began to hint at my affection, hoping that perhaps we could find a way to be together, despite everything that stood against us. I wasn’t sure if you would understand, or if my hints were too subtle. I was afraid to be more direct, especially since you were not yet of age. I counted down the days, the weeks until your birthday, challenging myself to keep it subtle until you could be mine. 

How foolish of me, my darling, to think that you wouldn’t catch on. You caught me under the yew tree in my parents’ back yard the night of their anniversary dinner. I hadn’t thought you would come, given the date fell in October. It was three weeks and four days before your birthday–I remember it exactly, because it had been six weeks since I had seen you last, and all I wanted to do was sweep you into my arms. I told myself I couldn’t, not for another three weeks and four days. 

And yet, you followed me into their garden, cornered me under the yew tree. You pleaded with me to just give you a chance. I cannot get that look out of my head, you desperately pleading for my affection as though I had not been secretly loving you for months. It was too soon, I told myself. Yet, how could I deny you? I asked you for just a kiss, but I turned it into a promise. A promise for more, as soon as your birthday came. 

Can you imagine our whole lives packed into that kiss? It was a turning point, I suppose. The point at which we became more. The way you smiled after the kiss. That moment is what I use to cast my patronus. That look on your face. It is everything I never dared to wish for. 

Perhaps I have rambled too much, now. I’m still missing you terribly. Perhaps, I think, I’ll take the rest of this paperwork home. If you finish, could you come to me? Just so that I know that you’re still–

I shall worry until I hear from you. 

I miss you. I love you. My heart feels like I’ve left it with you. 

Yours, even still, 

Kingsley

Please read Time for Zinnias next. 

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Day 13

My love, 

My mate. I can feel you even now, through our bond. Did you know that would happen? I was unaware, but I don’t mind it so much. It’s a reminder that you’re still there. Do you think it will always be there?

My neck is still tender where your teeth left their mark, and it is a delicious feeling. I keep putting my fingers over it and pressing, just to feel the sting of it again. My body is covered with tattoos, but this is my favorite mark of them all. I think it always will be, perhaps, until our marriage runes. 

Speaking of, my Little Prince, I know you’re still beating yourself up over the way this has changed our plans, but please do not. I could not be more happy with you being my mate. I will still propose, when the time is right, and we will have a big wedding. You will meet my parents, and my sister, and your family shall know of me too. And we will still go to Spain, as we planned. 

I am inordinately glad to call you mine. When you are done, come home to me so that I may make love to you again. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

K,

Come home. Now, please.

I’m—my rut. It came. I’m freezing and I’m in your bed and everything smells of you and I think I might fuck your pillow and I know that is not what one does with a pillow but I need you, I need your fingers and your tongue and your teeth and your voice, lover I need your voice, I can’t do this without you.

Salazar, you aren’t here yet and it’s been at least a minute. Maybe I should write to Eddie? Not to—not to involve him, just to make him find you, I don’t want anyone but you, I want to crawl under your skin and live there and I want to lose myself in you. 

I know you’re safe, I can feel it through our bond. Can you feel me? King, I can barely breathe for want of you. It hurts, being this hard, and I only want you when it hurts—

The Floo. I’ve heard the Floo. Merlin fuck I hope that’s you.

Before the next part, please read Prostrate for the King. 

Day 14

My lovely King,

I feel I’ve some catching up to do.

I do remember Marjorie, and if I saw her today, I’d still be content to push her off a bridge. I will never forget the way she wrapped her fingers around your forearm, as if you were hers, as if she could claim you. I was miserable. I wanted to slip poison in her drink. 

I remember each and every person you attempted to distract yourself with. I hated all of them. You spoke to Frank Longbottom at a soirée that summer. Sirius had to set a whole table on fire just to pull me out of my sulk. You went on a date with the eldest Fawley son in June. I didn’t eat for a week, I was so nauseous and unhappy. Seeing you with another, even hearing of it, made me feel like I might die. You were mine, and you didn’t seem to know it.

And then, in the garden, I did the unthinkable and asked for a chance with you. I was shaking the entire time. I knew if you rejected me, I would face unbearable consequences for having been so bold, so desperate. But I had to ask for you, King. I loved you already. 

My love, remembering all this now, with your mark on my neck, your fingerprints still bruised on my hips, I wish I was back with you. I know you said you didn’t mind the change in our plans, but I also know you wished to wait until we could be together, and I hate that I could not give you what you wanted. I am endeavoring to believe you that you are happy this way. It’s difficult, but I know now that you don’t lie to me.

And so I will not lie to you. You’ll find out anyway. There was a small attempt on my life this morning. My tea exploded in my face. I’m unharmed, I promise you. Not even a scratch. Your runes are to thank for that; I felt the tingle and was able to cast a shield charm before the trap was sprung. Sirius and I are alive because of you, King. I am not surprised, but I am grateful, and even in the midst of the explosion I felt you there with me, guarding me.

I suppose it was Bellatrix. I am deciding what to do. I could kill her outright, or banish her from the country. But I’d prefer to appear unphased by her attempts, in the hopes of discouraging future ones.

I know you will be distressed. I am safe, and if you would like to come see for yourself, I will be waiting for you. In any case, thinking of Marjorie has made me itch to claim you all over again. I want to hear you admit that you’re mine. I want to use a time turner and go back to the garden and have you there. I want you on your knees for me, begging for my knot while another me in another life begs for a chance with you. I want to taste your spend like victory on my fingertips.

Always,

RAB

Little Prince, 

I am going to kill

I cannot just sit by whi

If she attacks you

I am glad that the protection runes worked, love. We should redraw them on you as soon as possible. They may not be effective a second time, and she’s clearly shown a preference for explosions. I am worried concerned anxious very glad that you’re okay. I would like to see for myself, but unfortunately, I must stay at work today. Could you come to mine tonight? Could you stay with me? If you don’t, I may feel the need to seek your cousin out and

Perhaps in the morning, we could go to Gringotts and see if there is a time turner. If not, we should determine how to source one. It could be useful if you get hurt and I need to I can’t wait have you writhing beneath two of me, and

I’m sorry my love. This is probably a terrible letter to get. I hate that she tried to hurt you again. I know you don’t want me to do anything, but I’ve never been good at inaction. I trust you to handle it as you see fit, and I trust you if you say you are safe. I’m so glad the runes helped, and I’m so grateful that we painted them on your body. Let me redo them so that you stay as safe as I can make you. 

Yours, 

Kingsley. 

King,

I can see that you’re angry, and I’m sorry to have upset you. Of course I’ll come to you. I should have handled this situation sooner. And better. I see that now, that I have failed. I hope you’ll forgive me.

I… I hesitate to make it worse, but I promised to do a favor for a friend that will delay me. You remember Mrs. Hope Elizabeth Lupin? She’s worried about Lupin, her son, and wishes to speak with Sirius and Potter to see if they know anything. I promised to bring her to the castle tonight. 

Patriarch or no, Mother would not be pleased that I’ve befriended a muggle, but she’s really very kind. She’s sent me literature on her methods of baking, Kingsley. Did you know they use something called an Aga? And no magic! And—this part is especially baffling to me—when she breaks an egg, instead of just smashing it and charming the components apart, she cracks them very delicately, and separates the yolk from the white and the shell herself. Can you imagine?

I even—love, I mentioned you to her. Not by name. Just that I had someone I loved more than life itself.

I hope you understand, but I promised to escort her to the castle this evening, and I can’t possibly leave her with Sirius and Potter. 

I hesitate to leave you unhappy for so long. Might I come sooner? On your lunch break? I can afford to skip classes now that the investiture is done with. 

And then I’ll come back to you after I’ve finished with my friend Hope. And of course we can go to Gringotts, and anywhere else you wish. I hate making you unhappy. I apologize. I don’t mean to throw your schedule in an upset. I know you don’t like this. Please, don’t be angry with me. Or do, if you need to. I can take it if it will make you feel better. Or maybe we can discuss it, as you’ve said Ardella and her wife do when they’re upset? But perhaps you are beyond that and if so I understand. 

Would you like me to come? 

Always,

RAB

Little Prince, 

I am angry, but no part of me is angry at you. I am angry at Bellatrix for daring to hurt someone I love. I am angry at your entire family ancestry for building such a ridiculous system to cause such strife within the family. I am angry at your parents, your grandparents, your aunts and your uncles for giving you a childhood that was so bereft of love that you think my being upset about the circumstances you are in means some sort of failing on your part. 

At you, though? At you, I am firstly, entirely in love. There is no greater emotion in me than the one that wants to hold you in my arms and kiss you until you forget every bad feeling that ever occurred to you. I am also sad that I’ve made you feel anything but absolutely loved and wonderful. No part of what has happened is you failing, none at all. You handled the situation with more grace and dignity than men three times your age would be able to. I am also so incredibly proud of who you are. In spite of everything your family has done to you, in spite of having love so withheld from you, you are incredibly kind and good and generous. 

You deserve good things, my love. Let me be one of the good things that you have. Let me show you all the good things you deserve to have. Do not doubt me now, baby. Please remember that I love you above all else. 

You are not making it worse in any way. It makes me smile to know that you’ve befriended Hope. I think she will be very good for you. It is good of you to help her talk to your brother and Potter tonight. Would you like me to come along? I shouldn’t think that there’s any danger between Sirius, Potter, and a muggle woman, but I can join you, if you wish. Otherwise, I’ll wait at home until you can join me there. 

I do know what an Aga is, my love. My grandmother’s neighbor was a muggle, and she and my grandmother were the best of friends. We would go over to her house to bake cookies in her Aga, and I have had the distinct pleasure of cracking an egg. I never managed to do it without getting some eggshell in it, but I have no doubt that you would master it immediately. I will say, however, that magic is much easier in this regard, but the muggle way is amusing. 

I’m going to see if I can slip away for a short time. I will let you know. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

Little Prince, 

I’ve managed to gain a small amount of free time. We owe Eddie a gift. Can you meet me in the floo call room near Ravenclaw tower? I was able to secure it for us. Join me in five minutes? Please?

Yours, 

Kingsley

Please read Paint You Love On Me. 

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Day 14 (continued)

Little Prince, 

I know that this afternoon began as a moment of discomfort following our misunderstanding, but I cannot ever regret a moment spent touching your skin. First, it allows me to check you over and ensure that you are, truly, well and unharmed. I am finding myself unfortunately in regular need of such reassurance recently. This is not your fault, my love, I just long for a time when I could trust that you were uninjured when you weren’t with me. At least if your parents weren’t around. 

Second, however, it allows me the opportunity to press love into every inch of your skin. I want to kiss you and hold you until you glow with my love, until you are changed by it. I want everyone to be able to look at you and see how loved and content you are, and I want my lips to press that into your skin. 

You look beautiful with my runes on you, love. I can’t wait to see our marriage rune there. To feel the matching one on my own chest. To know that our hearts are linked by those lines and curves. 

I know you’re off to collect Hope now. I hope that the trip is successful, that your brother and Potter are able to answer her questions, and that you come back to my arms where you belong the moment you are able. 

Yours, 

Kingsley 

P.S. King Arthur to Merlin, in the days following the Battle of Mad Kings: “I felt my soul leave my body when I believed you were harmed. I was prepared to raise an army and raze our enemies in vengeful recompense for spilling your blood. That is nothing compared to the relief I felt when you stood once more. I would conquer the world for you, my love; I would also burn it to the ground if it hurt you. No one else has ever demanded such a reaction from me.” 

Day 15

King,

I know you said I wasn’t to apologize to you any more today, but it’s after midnight, and thus I can do as I please.

I really am sorry about this afternoon. I know my reaction made you uncomfortable scared confused hurt. I don’t doubt you. It was a moment of stress, of sideways thinking. Like when one wakes from a deep sleep and doesn’t quite know where they are. I’m not saying this to placate you. It’s the truth. 

But I haven’t made you angry before. You’re always so patient. So knowing you were upset—it threw me off my footing. And it took me seeing you again to gain equilibrium. 

I’m very glad I did. See you, I mean. Besides having the chance to kiss you, and touch you, and feel your fingertips against my skin, it gave me strength to do what came next.

I’ve just gotten back to Hogwarts. Tonight was quite eventful. You recall how Lyall Lupin has been behind so much of the anti-werewolf work in the last decade? Hope was unaware. He kept her in the dark, and apparently has been unkind to Lupin. Sirius and Potter told her the details, although I think Sirius was tempted to curse her for it. He refrained, and I am glad. And then there was a daring dash into the woods to rescue Lupin from his father. 

You’d have thought Hope had amplifying charms on her for how loud she shouted. She’s very unhappy about the whole thing. She’s staying at Hogwarts tonight, and divorcing her husband in the morning. 

It’s very brave of her. She’s an omega, and a muggle, and she’s leaving the only love and security she knows in order to protect her family. I respect her for it. 

I think I will divert some of the Family funds to assist her in re-establishing herself. 

I’m very tired, and I think I will sleep. But let me come to you tomorrow. I need to be with you. I would like to sit at your side and pillow my head on your thigh and breathe in the scent of you, musk and magic. And when you need a break from work, I’ll take you into my mouth, your cock and then your knot, and swallow every last drop you give me. I want to feel you in my throat. I want to be so full of you I can hardly breathe.

Say I can come. 

Always,

RAB

(PS) My love, how is your chest? Are you experiencing any lingering pain? Have you seen a competent Healer recently? 

Little Prince, 

Such cheek! You think you can apologize to me now, after midnight and far enough away that I can’t silence you by filling your mouth with something better than those useless words? What am I to do with you, love? What do you think you deserve for this impertinence? I think I need time to consider what it is you deserve. Meanwhile, I’ll answer the rest of your letter. 

I do not blame you, love, for thinking this of me. It’s hard to accept love when it’s been held at arm’s length as a punishment. As I told you before, and as I will tell you again as many times as I need to until you are able to hear and understand it, I will tell you if you have ever upset me. I will ask you to discuss it, and if I cannot do that and still show you the love and respect you deserve from me, then I will take a step back until I can. 

I will never leave you. I will never bring harm to you. I will never approach you with anything less than kindness and gentleness. 

That is, unless I have you writhing on my cock, but that’s still for your pleasure. 

That’s a lovely thought, though, isn’t it? You, pinned down beneath me and begging for my knot?

It saddens me greatly to know that Hope wasn’t aware of her husband’s actions; though, I suppose, I am glad to know that Lupin at least has one parent who truly cares for him. Unfortunately, some men grow up without such love. 

It is admirable that she has uprooted her life in support of her son. Where will she go in the morning? I think it is wonderful that you wish to help her, but perhaps finding her a place to live–a safe place where an errant alpha cannot take advantage of her–would benefit her the most. Do you have a place she could stay that would also be safe from your family?

Is there anything we can do for Lupin? He is likely feeling very torn, given how I imagine his father has made him feel about his condition. Is there anything we could do to reassure him?

I had a full physical to clear me before they allowed me to return to work. Your magic healed me, love, and I have not forgotten how much I owe you my life. 

Which, I suppose brings us back to the question at hand. What am I going to do with you?

I’ll tell you, baby. When you come over here tomorrow, I will sweep you off your feet–literally. You carry so much, so allow me to carry you for a bit. I will carry you to my bed, strip you of your clothes, and worship your body in the way that you truly deserve. Let me speak love into your arms and legs, your thighs and your stomach, your arse and your cock. Let me kiss it into your lips until you forget how to speak words of doubt against my love and can only remember how immense it is for you. 

Let me love you, darling. I was born to do it, and you are so easy to love. I’m sorry anyone has ever led you to believe otherwise. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

P.S. In case that wasn’t clear, please come over tomorrow. I hope you’re asleep now, and that you rest well. 

King,

I know I’m meant to come over first thing, and I want to, but I have a problem and I need your help solving it before I leave the castle.

I made a mistake. And I know I can tell you, because you won’t be angry with me, because you love me. 

I disclosed too much to Hope. I don’t know why. I am normally better at keeping things close to the chest, but she was asking about Mother and Father and whether they support me and I wrote something foolish and she put the pieces together and—it would be impolite to Obliviate her, wouldn’t it? But precisely how impolite?

She—well, I’m including a copy of her letter from this morning on the next page so you can see for yourself. She offered to be family. What does that mean, do you think? Is it a threat? Am I being blackmailed?

I’ve been very foolish. I’m slipping. Perhaps it is the stress. Maybe I should see a healer. Normally I’m much better at coping than this. Or perhaps it’s the new alpha hormones. The castle does smell like slick a lot. Perhaps I’m allergic to omegas and being constantly exposed to them is dulling my wits. I’m sure that’s it.

I spent some time breathing into a paper bag, which Kreacher was kind enough to fetch me, but now I’m at a loss. Should I bribe her? I truly don’t want to threaten her. And Obliviating her runs the risk of removing the memories of her husband, which seem important. I could force her into a blood vow, although that might impede our friendship. 

Do you have any ideas?

Always,

RAB

Regulus, 

I don’t even begin to know what to say after last night. 

First, I think a thank you is in order. Thank you for helping me find your brother and James, and for coming with me to find Remus, and for–and for what you said to Lyall. 

I am also sorry. I’m sorry that you had to see all of that. I had no idea, when I asked you for this favor, that the night would go the way it did. I had suspected that Remus was afraid of his life after he finished schooling, or of something else I could have assured him about or helped him with. I had never dreamed that Lyall was that Lyall could that Remus was being harmed by my husband. If I had known, I would never have asked you to be involved given your own history with your parents. 

Oh, that’s probably not the most delicate way to broach this subject, but I’m afraid I’ve spent far too long being delicate and ignoring problems that I should have addressed sooner. I know that I still have a long letter to answer with many things you asked–I believe my birthday was one of the questions, which is April 12th, dear. When is yours?–but I’ve left it at home. The one matter I cannot leave unaddressed is that of your “ink spill.” 

You are such a dear, sweet boy, and your parents should never have hurt you before. I am very glad that they cannot any longer, as you said you are now the Patriarch, but I worry they will try. You deserve better than that. 

Perhaps before I walked in on my husband telling my son to release me from the pain of loving him, I might have had a bit more tact leading into this conversation, but time can only leave us in pain longer. So, forgive me for my frankness, but I think you might be in need of a mother, and I’m in need of more family. Could we call each other family? Would you mind ever so much?

Not mother/son, I don’t think. I have a son, and I’m not seeking to replace him. Plus, I think that perhaps you have a different view of mothers than I might like. I could be your aunt, maybe, or your godmother? Do wix have the term godmother? 

The title matters little. Let us be each other’s family, since we’ve been at such a loss for them. 

I’m off to find Remus for breakfast, and after, I shall be staying with the Potters for a while–James’s parents, that is. They’ve been ever so kind to take me in after everything that happened. I’m not sure of the address. Do you need that in order to write me back? Perhaps you could get it from James?

Love, 

Hope

Little Prince, 

You have not made a mistake. She is not threatening you. You do not need to worry. She is showing you kindness. She is offering you love. 

Didn't I tell you that you were so easy to love? It seems you have charmed another person. Lucky for me, it is someone who wants to mother you rather than be your lover. I strongly support the first; I would be required to commit murder for the second. 

Do nothing, my love, but come to me. Then come for me. Then, and only then, we will write a response to Hope. Then, with any luck, you'll come for me again. 

Come to me, baby. 

Yours, 

Kingsley 

King,

You know, it’s very rude of you to fall asleep on top of me, and I’d have half a mind to be annoyed but—and this must remain strictly between you and I, lover—I actually love it. I love being surrounded by you. I know I could wiggle just a little, and you would rouse, and roll to your side and take me with you, and that would be lovely, as well, cradled in your arms, held against your chest. But I like this, too. I like everything with you, Kingsley.

I like the way you greet me, like you’re delighted to see me, like you’ve missed me, even if it’s only been a day. I like the way you reach for me, the way your hand spans my lower back, the way you always pull me close. I like the feel of your muscles moving beneath your clothes. I like that we are the perfect height to kiss. I like kissing you. I like that I can kiss you whenever I like.

I like that you are not afraid of my parents. I like that you are not intimidated by me. I like that you think my brother is loud and annoying and agree that we should be good to him anyway. I like that you never scold Kreacher. I like that you have raised all of my standards, that this is now an ordinary part of my life. I like you, King.

That is perhaps an understatement, but I am constantly discovering new wonders about you. I could write a book of delights, with chapters about how you take your coffee and how you always start your shower by washing your left shoulder. I would, of course, devote substantial pages to your cock, your knot, the latter of which is still spreading me open, making me dizzy. 

I’ve decided to accept Hope’s offer. You were very convincing, especially with your fingers inside of me. 

Later today, I’ll make you take me to Gringotts. I’ll show you the Family vault, and make you help me get muggle money for Hope. After that, I’ll pull your calendar off the wall and select some dates to introduce you to Sirius, and have you introduce me to Ardella. After that, I intend to bend over in front of you and bait you into taking me again. 

Do you know I can feel your contentment through the bond, King? Even asleep. I can feel how much you love me. I hope you can feel it back.

Always,

RAB

(PS) I’ve started work on a surprise for you, you know. It will take a few months before I can reveal it. Perhaps over the summer it will be finished. In the meantime, I intend to torture you with little details. Like this. 

Little Prince, 

Whine as much as you want, but you asked for this. You specifically told me that you’d keep my cock warm while I work. Just because I’ve decided to write you a letter rather than doing something more productive doesn’t make this any less worthwhile a pursuit. You’re just disappointed that you can’t read it while I write it, aren’t you?

That’s okay, love. How about we make a little deal? If you’re a good boy and keep my cock in your mouth while I write to you, I’ll let you fuck me again this afternoon. Does that sound good? I’ll take your continued presence on my cock as agreement to my terms. 

Have I told you recently how pretty you look with my cock in your mouth? I’m trying to decide which view I like better–your pink lips around me, or seeing my cock disappear into your arse? Honestly, I don’t think I could choose. I love both. I love filling you up. 

Of course, now that we’ve found a time turner among your possessions in the vault, I dare say that I don’t have to choose, do I? Just a little spin, and I can watch as I fill your arse and you mouth and make you beg for more when I’m done. 

Oh, baby. You like it when I pull your hair, don’t you? You like it when I use your pretty mouth to make myself feel good. Fuck, baby, your eyes are going to kill me one day. Now, wait again. I think there were more parts of this letter that I was supposed to answer. 

I’m so happy you’ve accepted Hope’s offer. I think it could be good for you. For both of you, really. However, I feel obligated to point out that Remus is, in some way, like your brother now. And Sirius is your brother… My, my. You Blacks must always be incestuous, mustn't you?

I owe you a list of the things I love about you, and believe me, I have one that is a 3 foot parchment long, but you’ve just started to use your tongue in that way that drives me crazy, and I think I need to fuck your mouth. Would you like that, baby? I know I would. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

Little Prince, 

Since your mouth is now occupied with my knot, how about I make that list for you now?

Little Prince, you are the strongest, bravest person that I know. I don’t know very many people who would have been able to take on their family the way you have, to change it for the better the way you will. 

You are so clever. Not just smart, which you absolutely are, but you’re clever. You see solutions to problems that I can’t even begin to come up with on my own. The way your mind works always astounds me and leaves me absolutely breathless. 

You’re very generous. I know you will scoff at me if I said it aloud, but it’s true. Not many wix would gift so much money to a muggle just because her wizard husband lied to her and mistreated her son. 

I love how powerful you are. Part of it comes from your position, sure, but I’ve seen it in you for years before you became the head of the family. Your magical power is immense, and you wield it with such careful precision and incredible grace. 

I love how kind you are. I love the way you smile starting with the left side of your mouth. I love the way your eyes sparkle when you’re being cunning. I love the way your writing slants a bit more to the left when you’re worried and how it gets tighter when you’re angry. I love the way your lips part before you say my name, and the way you bite your lower lip when I kiss that spot on the inside of your wrist. 

I love the way that you take everything I give you and make it so much better than I ever expected. You are the man I’ve always dreamed of finding, and somehow so much more than I ever dreamed to hope for. You are my sun and my moon, all the stars in my sky, and the answer to every question about my future. 

I love you, Regulus. I love you so much that I don’t know how to contain this inside of me. I think the love that I have for you could burn bright enough to sustain planets, create whole new species entirely dependent on our love. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

P.S. Don’t think I’ve forgotten your little tease at the end of your letter, love. You may have distracted me with your mouth, but I’ve been considering it. Do I get to guess? Will you tell me if I am correct? If so, my first guess is more lingerie like you wore before the investiture. I know we shredded that particular outfit, but more would not go amiss. 

King,

It’s very alluring that you know how to cook. Watching you in the kitchen, dicing onions and carrots, pounding chicken flat (should I be jealous?), washing the rice—it’s like watching a dance. I feel like a spoiled prince, watching you work while I lay here in nothing but your shirt. The fact that you will come and feed me dinner from your fingertips only adds to the effect.

You guessed (and of course you may guess, tormenting you is much more fun if it’s an interactive sport) that my surprise was new lingerie. But that wouldn’t take until the summer, now would it love? Although I do recall we had a bet regarding the time turner we found today, and who would get tired first. You wanted me to wear a corset if you won. You promised you would lose control. I must admit, I’m tempted to lose just to see what that looks like. You are always so careful, my love. What would losing control do to you?

No, my surprise is not more lingerie, although I suppose lingerie will be found within the surprise, given how much you like it. I did send away for a new piece yesterday. I also ordered something for you. Cobalt blue, which will look so gorgeous against your skin that I’m starting to get hard just thinking about it.

Which is impressive, given how many times I’ve come today. Taking you atop a pile of galleons in my family’s vault was probably overkill, however I shan’t apologize as I enjoyed every moment of it, especially how you used the protective charm you make me wear to pull me back down whenever you wanted a kiss. 

You said I was generous to help Hope, however I find it very simple to give to those I care for. I would never let you or Sirius go without food or a place to stay. The very thought makes me furious. And I care for Hope. She is many things, among them perhaps a blueprint for how I might treat our children.

Mother sent me another letter today, demanding to know who I’ve bonded with. She’s attempting to re-establish herself in a position of power in the Family by acting like she can still give me orders and edicts. Thus far I have been ignoring her letters, which is a delectable treat. Today I shall write her back and inform her that I’ll tell her the name of my mate when it is relevant for her to know, and then I will let you kiss the sweetness of that victory out of my mouth.

King, this summer, when I come here to stay—I should like to adopt a kneazle. I’ve never had a pet before, but I’ve always wanted a kneazle. It wasn’t wise to keep a living creature at Grimmauld Place, but here? Would you mind terribly? 

Dinner smells wonderful, and I think it is almost finished. I might put on pants. Or I might stretch out here and tell you to eat your dinner off my bare stomach. I have an idea for dessert.

Always,

RAB

Little Prince, 

I think you may be my new favorite plate. Let me eat all my meals with the taste of your skin as my final mouthful. I want to lick thick cream from your stomach and chase the last pea into your naval and devour all that you are. 

However, I think my favorite part of dinner was sucking on your cock as you wrote that letter to your mother. Your spend tastes sweeter with the thrum of triumph vibrating under your skin. You’re gorgeous, baby, and when you use your power and your position to put your mother in her place. 

Not lingerie, but the surprise could contain lingerie? Might perhaps take until summer? I’ll play your guessing game, love, but you give too much away. What container could take til summer and possibly hold lingerie in it? What could that possibly be… perhaps a trunk to hold all of your lingerie and any intimate devices we might enjoy using together? Are you making us a lover’s trunk?

We don’t have to wait to get a kneazle, love. If you want one, we can get one now. You’ll have to come visit here often to see it, which I’m sure is a terrible hardship for you. Or you could take it to school with you, if you wanted. Should we perhaps go pick one out together this weekend?

I’ll need to end this letter here, I think. There’s a beautiful man in my lap that keeps saying he must leave soon, and I intend to distract him for another hour or two before I let him go.

Yours, 

Kingsley

King,

An hour or two? It’s midnight, and I’ve just gotten back to my dormitory. You are a terrible influence. What ever will I do with you?

I give too much away, do I? Well I’m pleased to tell you that you couldn’t be more wrong. Smug auror, believing he can predict my every move. You will never guess, and I will spend each day confident that the Ministry’s best training won’t help you suss out my secrets.

I suppose we don’t have to wait, do we? But I would want the kneazle there, with you. Too much of what I love already sits unprotected in this castle. And too many people ply me for favors. Just yesterday, before I went to fetch Hope, I was in the loo and Adrian Avery came in offering to stroke my hippogriff if I would consider his sister’s prospects. I don’t even have a hippogriff, and if I did, I wouldn’t want an Avery touching it. 

But if the kneazle could stay there with you, I would visit constantly, and know it was safe, and you were safe, and that would please me very much. 

I must get some sleep. You’ve left me in a wonderful mood today, so wonderful I shan’t even mind attending classes tomorrow. I adore you, King.

Always,

RAB

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Day 16

Little Prince, 

Somehow the mornings after I’ve spent so much time with you, as I did yesterday, are much more difficult than any others. I never minded living by myself and enjoyed quiet mornings to prepare myself to work; now, however, my flat seems to have lost every drop of color and every sound. 

By which, I mean to say that I miss you and I wish you were here with me. 

I couldn’t be more wrong, you say? Does this mean you don’t want a trunk of lingerie and other fun items? Because I may have to give you that as a gift whenever you reveal yours. Do you think we could find a place to keep it? Perhaps we can draw up plans for somewhere special. 

My love, please avoid Mr. Avery until such time as I can handle it. If I could be there this morning, I would. Alas, it will have to wait. However, you should know that he is not under any sort of mistaken impression that you have a hippogriff. He was suggesting that he could– Sorry. He’s suggesting he would touch you if you helped him. He deserves to lose his hands for that comment. Don’t tell me I can’t, Little Prince.

We’ll go this weekend to get a kneazle. Think of what you would like to name it. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

P.S. Write to me soon, love. I’ve got a boring meeting this morning, and I want to spend the time with your words in my head. 

King,

I’d argue with your estimate, but my bed is horrifically uncomfortable now that I’ve spent so much time in yours. I miss you as well. I’ve got to spend my day in classes with annoying children instead of tracing your tattoos with my tongue.

Lover, I didn’t say I didn’t want a trunk full of delightful presents, because of course I do. I said you were wrong about my surprise, which is not a trunk full of presents. Although, if we were to get such a trunk, there’s a number of things I’d like to see inside. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that. Have you ever heard of such thing as a cock ring?

Are you certain about Avery? Although… now that you mention it, he did crowd me at the urinal. I thought he was just lacking in tact. Is that why he leaned in so close? Disgusting. His breath was bad as well. If one is going to proposition one’s betters, one should brush their teeth first. Do with him what you will. 

I’m off to breakfast, my love. I hate to think of you in a terrible meeting, so while you’re there, I’ll assign a little project to you. If you had to choose, would you prefer your home study to face the forest or the sea?

Always,

RAB

Day 17

My darling, dearest Little Prince, 

Before I even begin this, I need to tell you not to read it. I think I need to write it, but I don’t think you need to read it. I know you well enough to know that you will anyway, so please take this as a caution. 

I thought I lost you today. 

You’re lying in front of me now, so still that sometimes I have to place my hand on your chest to make sure that you’re still breathing. You are, of course, only sleeping peacefully and hopefully painlessly. 

I thought you died today. You nearly did. 

I saw you with Bellatrix’s wand at your throat, the darkest curse on her lips, and I thought I was too late. I thought she’d killed you, and I’m not sure what I would have done. I have been forced, in a very short time, to consider that. I know that you asked me to carry on and protect those things that you love, but in that moment, when your body hit the ground, I was angry enough to decimate your entire family, leaving not a single Black standing in retribution for what they did to you. I would have spared Sirius. Probably Andromeda, as well. Otherwise, I would have wiped the Black family from existence. 

I hope you’re not angry with me for Bellatrix. I know you wanted to handle it on your own, but you were dying and I wanted her blood. My only regret is that I didn’t make it more painful for her before it ended. I will not be sorry for her death. 

Please be alright, baby. Madame Pomfrey says you are, but you’re so still. If I’m honest, I’m barely hanging on. I can’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. I just need to see your eyes again. I need to hear your voice. 

I offered to keep watch if Lupin wanted to sleep. He declined. He doesn’t seem to be able to either. Potter and Sirius are lying in bed together, but Lupin just sits next to them and watches. I think I understand him a bit. Or, at the very least, I recognize a kindred spirit. 

We had a bit of a talk–I hope you don’t mind, though I don’t think you will. He believes that you would never allow him to bond with Sirius. He also believes that Potter deserves better.  He doesn’t think he deserves either of them. I know that, perhaps, that is related to his father, but I don’t even think he’s considering long term with either of them. Not that he doesn’t want it, just that he doesn’t believe he has that option. He is also terribly concerned for Sirius, and wants only for him to be safe. I don’t think he considers himself to be a safe option. 

Safe is such a funny word. It’s difficult to know what safe is, really. It’s even harder to guarantee. I thought you were safe, or as much as I could make you so. I painted your body with runes, the only protection I knew how to provide without standing over you myself. And yet, I was almost too late. You were almost lost to me. 

Every time I close my eyes, I see Bellatrix holding you at arm’s length away. I’m not even asleep, and I dream of bright flashes of light and your body going limp. I don’t know that I will ever again close my eyes without seeing it. 

I wish to keep you safe, as elusive and unreachable as that seems. I have put into motion some plans to make that possible, at least as much as I am able to guarantee your safety. I won’t say what, exactly. Not yet. Not until I get confirmation that it is possible. 

It will be possible. I will make it so.

I suppose I should tell you that your parents were here. Your mother wanted to take you from me, to St. Mungos. She tried to take control in your incapacitation. I’m afraid that she is now very aware of the fact that we are bonded, and that I am aware of their transgressions. Sirius knows as well. I’m afraid it was necessary. 

Lucius Malfoy was here as well. He attempted to take power as well, particularly of Sirius. He attempted to punish Sirius for speaking out. I threw him out and told him he was not permitted to be around us without prior written approval. I know you may choose to override this, but I hope you do not. He more than earned that particular banishment. 

We had other visitors as well–ones that were less unwelcome. Andromeda and Ted came by–which does mean that they know as well. I suppose we can go ahead and assume that everyone knows–your family, for sure, as well as the school. It’s not particularly a secret any longer. 

Andromeda and Ted were here when Lucius and Narcissa arrived. Andromeda tried to talk to Narcissa, and Lucius forbade Narcissa from speaking to her. Can you do something about that, love? She should be allowed to talk to her sister. 

Eddie and Moody came by. Apparently, the Lestrange family are pressing charges because Sirius killed Rabastan. They claim it was outside of the fight for Patriarch, and that he should be held responsible for the death. Moody wanted a statement from Sirius or for him to give a memory, but I wouldn’t allow it. Instead, he’s been placed in my custody, and he cannot leave here without me. I had to alpha voice him, but I thought it was better than him being taken to Azkaban. When you’re awake and up for it, I thought you could handle this better than Sirius’s memory being taken. I will apologize for this if you would have preferred it handled differently, but they wouldn’t let me vouch for him since I didn’t see the start of the attack. 

Of course, if I had seen the start of the attack, there would never have been a need for you to be as you are now. I’m sorry I wasn’t here. 

I feel as though I’ve betrayed you, my love. I did not protect you when I promised that I would. You’re hurt because of me and I– 

Baby, I don’t know how to tell you how sorry I am. I should have been able to take care of you better than this. I think I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, and to Sirius, that I allowed you to be hurt. I know you won’t like that I say it, but I feel as though I’ve let you down, and there’s part of me that worries you won’t ever wake up and I won’t ever get to tell you how sorry I am. 

I will never forgive myself for what I’ve done to hurt you. 

I think. 

I think I need to step out for a moment. Promise me that you will still be here when I get back?

Alas, my love. That was a mistake after all. You are fine, thank goodness. However, your uncle Cygnus showed up with the intention of taking Sirius and, seemingly, James to protect them until you were awake again. I came back in to find Lupin sitting on top of Potter and Sirius so that Cygnus could not reach them. 

I have, again, done something that I may need to apologize for. I told him to leave and to tell the family not to come, and that you and I would hold a proper introduction at a better time. I’ve sent similar letters to Andromeda and Alphard to spread the news. I know we’ll have to have that soiree, possibly sooner than we would really like to, but I could not handle anyone else coming to try to take over. 

I miss you, Little Prince. Please open your eyes again for me soon? I don’t know when the last time I had to go this long without seeing your eyes or speaking to you was. My last mission, perhaps? Not even then, I think. This notebook has made communicating so easy, but it cannot penetrate your consciousness. 

I wish I could see in your head, just to know that you’re still there. I wish I could tell when you were going to wake up. I wish I could be certain that you would wake up. 

Please wake up, baby. 

I cannot live without you. 

Please wake up soon. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

Day 18

King,

I know you told me not to read it, but I’m glad I did, my love. I do not want you to be alone with such horrible and misplaced feelings of guilt. I want to know every thought in your head, most especially the unhappy ones, so I can attempt to cure them.

You’re asleep now. I can see the worry lines on your face even now. You will wake if I move too much, so I will be still, and let you rest, as you have let me rest.

My most darling King, it is I who should be apologizing to you. You saved me. You appeared just as my strength failed, and you rescued me, and you took care of everything I love while I could not. You saved me from Bellatrix, and my mother, and Lucius, and Cygnus. If you had not been here, I would have woken at St. Mungo’s with my mother and Lucius Malfoy in charge, and my brother in Azkaban, or worse, my uncle Cygnus’s care. That is a nightmare I could not bear. And of course I don’t have to, because of you.

You have not betrayed me, King. You have rescued me. You have rescued me from that very first dinner party, and you go on rescuing me over and over. And now you must allow me to rescue you from these feelings of guilt, which have no right to you. You should only be proud, my love. 

I hope you know this by now, but I am alright, and it is entirely due to you. I can focus on recovery and not addressing the Family solely because of your actions.

I shall not, incidentally, repeal a word of what you have instructed. Your word is law, as mine is. And I agree entirely with every choice you made, from repelling Mother to announcing an event for the Family. Even if I had not, I wouldn’t change anything you put into action. You may as well wear a matching signet ring. 

King, there is one thing you must do for me, to help me recover, to help me feel my best. You must forgive yourself.

You’ve done no wrong. You’ve done no wrong. This is not your doing. And you must forgive yourself whatever failure you imagine has caused this. You say you should’ve been here, but you were here, King. You were here when I needed you. 

I heard your voice when I was unconscious. It felt like a dream. And although I couldn’t make out words, just that soothing rumble of you speaking, it eased my mind. Let me ease yours the same way. Give me this gift. You know I like gifts.

Always,

RAB

(PS) You said a few days back that we owed Eddie a gift. What if we gave him Franklin? He seems interested.

Day 19

Little Prince, 

A night of sleeping in your arms has done wonders for me. I will admit, because I do not want to hide it, that I awoke a few times after a flash of green filled my dream, but having you there, pressing my head to your chest and listening to your heartbeat settled me more than I would have thought possible. If I could always wake in your arms, I think I would have a happy life no matter what else happened. 

I will try to do as you asked, my love, and forgive myself for not being there. I know that it doesn’t entirely make sense, but I feel like it was in my power to protect you better. I will work on accepting that you are okay now, but I will still wish eternally that I could have spared you from more pain. 

It’s sweet, watching you with your brother as I can now. I think the casual observer would see this–the picking and teasing of each other–as some sort of animosity between you, but I can see nothing but the love you have for him, and which he has for you. If I didn’t already know how much you care for your brother, because you show it in the way you speak of and react to him, I would know without a doubt how you feel about him now. 

I know that you and Sirius have not always gotten along, but I think it is inordinately good that you’re close now. You both deserve happiness, and I think you also deserve to see each other happy. 

Speaking of happy–it has been far too long since I’ve had you in my arms. When you pick this up, and I know that you’ll see that I’m through, come sit with me? We needn’t kick Sirius or his boyfriends out–I can see how settled you are having them here–but I want to feel you in my arms, on my lap. I want to kiss your bare skin and remind myself you’re still here. Will you, please?

Yours, 

Kingsley

P.S. I know Eddie is quite fond of Franklin. He has often told me about how Franklin was one of the best shags of his life, lamenting over not being able to keep him. Do you think we could push them together? Do you think Franklin is interested as well?

King,

Do you intend to wake somewhere beside my arms? Not another set of arms, I hope; I would hate to have to cut off the corresponding head. I certainly intend for you to wake most often at my side. More than intend; I demand it.

I appreciate your honesty. I can admit that, when you were injured, I dreamt of what would happen if I was too late to St. Mungo’s, terrible alternative endings for us. I would wake in a sweat, thinking of losing you. I tell you this not to worry you, but to assure you that I have experienced something similar, and you are not alone. I will remind you again that you protected me, you came for me, you upheld my trust, as many times as you need. I will tell you every day. I will tell you many times a day.

I know, King, that it is difficult to reveal one’s mind, one’s worries, and I am grateful to have your trust. I’m grateful to have you.

I don’t know that anyone has ever described Sirius and I as sweet before, but—I do love him. And I hope he’s happy. Increasingly, he’s being very odd around me. Today I meant to tell him not to be a twit and he looked like I had cursed him. It’s very odd. I don’t miss him bossing me around, I suppose, but it feels like something has changed and I can’t quite put my finger on it.

You don’t think he’s pregnant, do you? I did give him contraceptive, it should be good for some time, but Ted and Andromeda’s announcement today has me flustered. I can’t believe Andromeda is going to be a parent. She’s barely older than me. I mean, she’s as old as you. That could be us. 

Although we’re both alphas. I suppose we’ll take a surrogate. But how many children will we have? Are you comfortable with them taking the Black name? We won’t use the Cruciatus, of course, but what will we use? Will the children have tutors? When they go to Hogwarts, what house must they be in? Will we allow them to play Quidditch? To choose their own mates? 

I’m making myself dizzy just thinking about it.

In answer to your question, I’m not certain what Franklin is interested in. He kissed Sirius today, which is rather forward. But Edgar is charming and handsome. Franklin should be so lucky.

Now I have a question of my own. We’ve been home for two hours and you are merely reading at my side. You’ve kissed me, but it’s been days since I’ve had you inside me. I’m beginning to miss what it is to be full. When I finish this letter, I’m going to fetch your notebook, drop it on your head, and go get myself ready for you. I’ll be aching and empty in the bedroom by the time you read this. Won’t you come do something about it?

Always,

RAB

Please read The Inconvenience of Loving You. 

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Day 20

Little Prince, 

Another day of waking up with you. Admittedly, I didn’t wake up with you in my arms, but rather with your mouth already around my cock. That might, in all actuality, be preferable. Even more so when you moved around so that we could pleasure each other together. 

I cannot tell you how much my mind has settled after our discussion last night. I know that such conversations can be uncomfortable or even difficult, I believe we are stronger for it. Thank you for being brave for me, Little Prince, and for showing me your heart. I promise that I will always speak with you when I am displeased. 

I do see what you mean about how your brother is behaving. I know that you have been each other’s comfort before, but I was surprised to find that he called for you when he had Potter and Lupin with him. I think that he is uncertain about your wellbeing. Perhaps we can find a way to reassure him?

I won’t push you to speak about things that you do not wish to discuss, but when you are ready, my love, will you tell me why you showed your brother your back? I think I may have had a misconception about it.

I do not believe your brother is pregnant, though there is a charm we can cast on him when no one is watching. The potions should be good for a while still, and I don’t think there’s any cause for concern. As for Andromeda and Ted, I think they have long discussed this possibility, and that Andromeda only recently came around to the idea. I suspect, though I do not know for sure, that Ted being able to carry the child is what pushed them forward. 

As for you and I, we needn’t discuss a surrogate at this point. We are newly bonded, and you are still in school. I know people shall want to ask about it, but let me handle the conversation when it comes up. We won’t even worry about it until you are ready to be a father. Please don’t stress over this, my love. 

To answer your questions: We can discuss a number when we are ready. I know that, with your position as Patriarch, you must bear heirs. I am prepared for them to take the Black name, but I want to shield them from as much of the ugliness that belies your family as possible. Which means they won’t even know to fear the Cruciatus. We will teach them with love and gentle corrections, and we shall never hex them or curse them, or allow them to be hexed or cursed. Of this, I will insist, and I hope you agree. I am not opposed to tutors, but I want their tutors to also teach them how to play and imagine and have fun and be children. I want our home to be so filled with laughter that we can wring it from the walls. 

As for when they go to school, my love, they can be in any house they wish. If they’re in Gryffindor we’ll have to deal with your brother and his partners being obnoxious about it. If they’re in Ravenclaw, I’ll give them my old scarf and the secret location of my favorite nook in Ravenclaw tower. If they’re in Hufflepuff, we’ll let Ted and Eddie brag about how good and happy and talented they are, and if they’re in Slytherin, then you’ll show them how it is possible to be happy and cunning at the same time. 

They may play quidditch, or not. They may kiss boys and girls, alphas and omegas, and date whichever of those they wish to keep around, and when they are bonded, we will welcome their mates with open arms and all the love we can spare, for we shall make it in multitudes. My love, as long as they are happy, and you are by my side, then it will be perfect. 

For Eddie and Franklin… well, I think there’s a possibility there, but I believe we may just need to watch and wait on that matter. Until the question of your brother is resolved, I don’t believe that Franklin will do anything. Despite your concerns for his character, I think he is not the kind of man who would do that. 

Now, you have gone off to shower on your own, insistent that you will be faster if you shower alone, but I’ve finished your letter and you haven’t returned. I suppose I’ll just have to go make you dirty so that we can shower together again. 

Don’t worry, love. I’ll be quick. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

King,

Thank you for agreeing to come on this asinine quest. I normally would refuse and have Amias committed to St. Mungo’s, but I will give anything for Sirius to stop flinching when I speak to him. If saving the woman the Family considers an eternal threat will do so, then I am bound to it.

What’s more, Amias seemed entirely lucid as he told his story. Mother would be pleased if I treated Sirius the way Altair treated Wynn. Mother would be pleased if I broke him. And if our places had been switched, there would be the same pressure on Sirius, to keep me in line. 

I do not know what we will find in the mountains, if this is all a myth or if there really is a powerful omega waiting for Amias there. But I’m very glad you will be with me.

Always, 

RAB

Little Prince, 

Where you go, I go. Surely you did not imagine that I would let you go alone?

I think I believe Amias as well. I cannot really explain it, but I think I can understand him. If I woke up and you were missing from me, I think that I would dedicate my life to finding you the way he has. I can recognize something in him, I think. A kindred spirit. Perhaps that is insufficient to base a personality assessment on, but I think we can trust him. 

I shall not let my guard down, in case I am wrong, but I think we can proceed with caution. 

An adventure with your brother, his lovers, and a random man we just met? My, my. I smell the mischief already. Or perhaps that is just Potter. 

Always, 

Kingsley

K,

I can’t believe you just made me come whilst riding a thestral. You are extraordinarily poorly behaved, Auror Shacklebolt. I will devise an appropriate punishment, just you wait.

Always,

RAB

Love, 

Of course I did. You're gorgeous with that bite of pink in your cheeks. Don't pretend you didn't love it. 

Now, keep walking, and don't let them all know I've charmed a ring around your cock and balls. Safe word is petricor. I'll take it off with my mouth the next time we stop if you're really good. 

Yours, 

King

K,

I 

You

You are wicked and I nodontstop I can’t focus with your mouth on me you are a terrible fucking hell I can hear the others coming back please I need I need 

You are a terrible influence. What if the others had come back a minute earlier and caught you on your knees? Indecent. I adore you.

When we are home from this quest, I am going to make you pay for this. 

Always,

RAB

(PS) Did you notice that Lupin came back from that “bathroom break” with a new bite mark on his neck? For an alpha, he does let two omegas run him ragged. I must have a fever, because I almost think it’s sweet. 

Baby, 

Your arse is so deliciously sweet. Just as good bent over an old log as you are in my bed. I’ll take you anywhere and everywhere I can, love. 

I do detest having to use the charm rather than opening you up for myself. It’s efficient, but I miss that way you gasp and let your eyes flutter closed every time I add another finger.

Maybe instead I’ll put this plug in your arse so that you’re always ready for me. Do you think you could walk the rest of the way with a plug in your arse? 

Yours, 

Kingsley

P.S. I did notice that, and I agree. It is very sweet. 

P.P.S. It seems like your brother is not as cautious around you. Do you feel the same?

K,

Sirius is acting like himself again, I agree. It’s quite the relief, although the fact that you asked me with your spend plugged in my body did not escape my notice. 

Have you noticed how often he and Potter hold hands? I don’t even think they realize they’re doing it.

Listening to you tell stories about being an auror is very alluring. Did you really duel a sentient mushroom? You haven’t told me about that before.

Always,

RAB

Love, 

I did notice they’re holding hands. They’re quite sweet together. Have you seen Lupin’s face when he catches them doing it? It seems to be half disbelief that he gets to have the, and half admiration. They’re lucky to have him. Do you think they know that?

I have not told you all the stories I have, love. I’m generally much more interested in making you moan than telling you about work. Would you like me to tell you? I could tell you about the bicorn breeding farm we broke up while I fill your arse next time.

Yours, 

King

P.S. Did you know this plug vibrates? Now you do…

K,

I think they are obsessed with Lupin and worship the ground he walks on. I wonder what that’s like, worshiping one’s alpha. Unfortunately I’ll never have that experience because the alpha I have selected is incorrigible and monstrous and if my handwriting is shaky here it is your own fault. This plug is driving me to madness, and I can smell you beside me, woodsmoke and beauty. If I throw you down and ride you in front of the others, you have only yourself to blame.

Always,

RAB 

So you’re saying you want me to turn it up? How’s this?

King

That was an excuse to make me fall into your arms and we both know it.

Call for a break and—I can’t, King, it’s… hell, does it have to rise and fall that like that, I can hardly think, all I can feel is you beside me, don’t you dare ask if I’m safewording or I’ll push you into the shrubbery, I don’t think I can quite breathe right. Call for a break. Take me into the woods. Now.

Baby, 

I think we need to use this plug more often. You are delightful when you’re on edge. Making you fall apart at home is fun, but making you fall apart when you’re trying to hide it? That, I think, is my new favorite. 

Writing this while sitting in your lap and waiting for your knot to go down is—no, if you move like that, I cannot think—

Baby.

Making me resort to using the mental dictation charm again. Perhaps I should just tell you what yo-ahfuckyes-are doing to me, but I love the idea of you finding my words here later. When you read this, you’ll think of my arse again. 

I don’t think you realize that, by shagging me, you still have the plug in your arse. I don’t think I’ll take it out yet, though I’ll leave the vibrations off for now. 

Oh. There goes your knot. I guess we have to walk again. 

Yours, 

King

King, 

I want you to remember, for the rest of your life, that the day I saw a chimera for the first time, I did so with your plug in my arse. 

I know you said I should drink this tea but I want to write you instead. Sirius has just gone out. He came in here to check on me and ask me if I really loved you. The fool thought I had picked you for the investiture only. He was surprised to find that we were truly in love.

As if I would let anyone I didn’t love drive me to such madness. I have come so many times today I can’t quite sit right. I’m glad you pulled the plug out. I don’t think I would have thought of it, and it would be driving me to madness now. Even the feeling of my own leg against my cock is sensitive. 

I couldn’t tell him that, of course. So instead I told him that ours was a bond of convenience only, that there was no love between us, that indeed, I hardly knew your first name. 

I’m kidding, of course. I told him what you are to me. I also told him not to punch a blasted chimera in the face. Not that I expect he’ll listen. He never has.

I should go before my alpha comes looking for me, demanding I eat, fretting about this undrunk tea.

Always,

RAB

Little Prince, 

I knew that the drop of adrenaline would come and that you would begin to feel panicked. I’m sorry, my love, that I couldn’t save you from that feeling, but I’m glad that I was able to help you through it. 

You’re asleep on my knot now, and I hope that this has made you feel alive once more—that I am alive and with you and not harmed. If it has not, then please wake me tonight and I will prove it to you all over again. 

You are so precious and so dear to me, Little Prince. I hope you understand that. 

Yours, 

King

King,

I’m awake, and it’s late. The moon is bright outside. I’ll not wake you yet, though. You are here, breathing beside me. I will trace the tattoos on your chest and feel your breath rising and falling. 

You are really very lovely, King. Your body, yes, the muscles of your chest and shoulders, your thighs—Merlin, your thighs, sometimes I just want to bite them, to feel the strength there. But your heart, too, your unending kindness and patience. You are so wonderful to me. I can’t believe that you are mine. I can’t believe I get to keep you. You are a dream that continues even when I wake.

If that chimera had—

I think I will wake you.

Always,

RAB

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Day 21

My love, 

Always wake me, even if you think it’s not that bad, wake me and I’ll be with you until it’s better. 

I cannot tell you how much it means to me that you trusted me enough to wake me up. I think of the letter that you wrote to me ages ago, when you were upset after Sirius was targeted by Mulciber. You did not ask me to come, despite the fact that we both know you needed me. 

The way your last letter started feels a lot like that, like you might not have woken me months ago, and the fact that you did, that you trust me to help you. 

Darling, you’re everything I’ve ever wished for, and you get better everyday. 

I think I’ll have to wake you again now. The day has begun, and I can hear Amias stirring. I’m not sure if you’ve been watching him, or if you’re too distracted by your brother being in love to notice, but he’s attempting to hide how much strain he is under without Gwyndolyn and Wynn with him. I think we should try to leave soon. I can’t imagine what losing you would feel like.

Yours, 

King

King,

You are right, Amias is strained. I saw it even as he ate his breakfast.

The Family lore dictates that I am to kill Gwyndolyn upon sight. All the documents state that she is dangerous, intent upon ending the Family. And yet we are marching up this mountain to free her.

I hope I do not have to kill her. Amias would be heartbroken, and I think Sirius would be betrayed. I am unwilling to betray my brother, even for the Family. The Family honors me now that I am Patriarch, but Sirius has loved me since—well, since always. If Sirius had inherited instead of I, he would still be fighting chimeras for my safety. He would have fought to allow us to be together. I know he would’ve. If I had been an omega and he an alpha, he would have gladly blessed our bond, not for your blood status or prospects, but because I asked.

For these reasons, I do not wish to harm Gwyndolyn the Wicked. 

I hope this is an option afforded to me.

Always, 

RAB

(PS) Speaking of Amias, I think Potter’s eyes have been glued to Amias’s bulge for the last two hours.

Little Prince, 

I shall hope that you don’t have to, then. If the need arises, if she is truly evil, then I will kill her. It is more important that you get along with your brother than if I do. If I can spare you from the consequences of taking a life, then I shall do that as well. 

I hope, for all of our sakes, that this is not necessary. 

Yours, 

King

P.S. I did, indeed, notice this. Lupin has noticed it as well. How long do you think it will take before he drags Potter into the woods to spank him again? Do you think his arse has healed from the last one?

King,

Thank you. I would appreciate this. I can’t bear for Sirius to stop talking again, to flinch when I’m near him. It’s too strange. Even wielding some kind of power over him is strange, although I don’t, not really. My parents have never been able to keep Sirius in line. I won’t even try to.

I’m surprised he hasn’t left the Family before this. I often thought he would leave. I don’t know what’s stopped him.

Always, 

RAB

(PS) It can’t have healed. Lupin is strong and he was furious. He’s grumbling now. I give it an hour or less.

Little Prince, 

You were right. Less than a

Oh Merlin, baby your tongue is sinful on me. 

Less than an hour for Lupin to drag him into the forest. I think you’ve been around them far too long if you can read them that well. I can’t say I mind, though, if you’re going to beg for my cock every time. 

Tell me, is it because your brother follows them like a little puppy with his own obvious bulge?

Excuse me, baby. I’m going to fuck your mouth now quickly. We should leave soon. Poor Amias is getting antsy the closer we get. 

Yours, 

King

King,

Tell me, how was kissing my brother?

It’s not that I’m smug, darling, but you did kiss him shortly after teasing me about being interested in him. And I’ll hear no excuses about evil creatures and needs must. You kissed.

I’ll note that I’ve not kissed any member of your family. Yet you’ve flirted with Ted and kissed my own brother. Do you have any handsome cousins I could even the score with?

Always,

RAB

(PS) Yes of course I’m very pleased we didn’t have to kill Gwyndolyn, but try to stay on topic here. You and Sirius kissed. Priorities.

Little Prince, 

I think you’re forgetting that he kissed you right after he kissed me. In fact, kissed me in passing and ran for you. My kiss from him was a gentle peck. I believe there were tongues involved in yours. So, Little Prince, should we talk about you kissing your brother?

Although, if we’re talking about family members of yours that I have kissed (or more) there’s another one you should know about. Care to guess who?

I do have a cousin, though I wouldn’t call him handsome. You’re welcome to try to kiss him, though I think you won’t get quite the satisfaction out of it that you think you will. Unless you think you would enjoy kissing Barty Crouch?

Yours, 

Kingsley

P.S. Gwyndolyn is quite loud during sex, is she not? Good for them. 

King,

Stop trying to change the subject. You and Sirius kissed. Your mouths touched. Of course he had to save my life from the monsters (and be thorough about it) but kissing you was rather optional, and he opted to. And you enjoyed it so much you woke from your magical stupor.

But what’s this about having kissed another family member of mine? It isn’t Andromeda; she wouldn’t have you as you aren’t Ted. Surely not Bellatrix. Narcissa? Have you shagged Narcissa? 

I’m feeling a little queasy.

Tell me right this instant whether or not you have shagged Narcissa. 

Ugh. I forget that you are related to the Crouches. I’m sorry, my love, but I must leave you. I can’t bear to be any more related to them than I already am.

Always,

RAB

(PS) I’ve never heard a woman orgasm before. She sounds like she’s having a lovely time. I prefer the sound of Amias, if I’m being honest. He’s not your cousin, is he?

Little Prince, 

I have not shagged Narcissa, but you’re close. Don’t worry. I don’t mind if you hate this particular former lover of mine. In fact, I think the former may become more permanent as it relates to them soon. Care to guess again?

I’m not changing the subject at all, love. Your brother kissed me and was so overcome that he needed to snog you. So, I suppose if you’re going to leave me over my less acceptable relations, then you’re free to bond with him now, yes? Really, given the way you kiss him, I rather think you want to do that. 

Can I watch while you shag him?

Yours, 

King

P.S. I prefer the way you sound when you come. Which, it has been far too long since I’ve heard it. Perhaps we should again try this cock ring that you enjoyed yesterday so much? 

King,

They’re related to me, but you don’t mind if I hate them, and—

Oh, no. My love. I—I’m so sorry. It was Lucius, wasn’t it? I’ll kill him. Are you harmed? Kingsley, I didn’t know, I wouldn’t have teased you about that. When did it happen? You don’t have to tell me. I mean to say, you can take your time. 

I love you very much. I will always love you. I’m sorry I teased about leaving you. I won’t, of course. You know that, yes?

And you can tell me anything. I’ll—I’ll tell you things, if it would help even the field for you? I can tell you about the incident with the shirt as you requested. Just tell me how to make you feel better.

Always,

RAB

Little Prince, 

I’m so sorry to have worried you. Lucius did not hurt me. We were barely more than children, really. I was fourteen and he was fifteen, and it was nothing more than fumbled hands down trousers in the trophy room. Barely worth mentioning, and I shouldn’t have with such dismissiveness. 

Please forgive me, love. You can tell me whenever and wherever you would like. It doesn’t have to be something bartered. I’m here to listen when you’re ready. If you wish to tell me in person, we can wait until later tonight when the darkness of the tent hides us. 

Yours, 

King

P.S. Please don’t worry about killing him. He shan’t be an issue for long. 

King,

Oh. Oh. I see. I’m relieved, of course. Lucius has a reputation for—for being unkind. I thought perhaps… but no, and I am glad you are unharmed. It is not a problem. I am only relieved you are alright.

And I, of course I can tell you. It is only a very little thing. I should have told you when you asked. I can feel your eyes on me. I know you’re watching me write this. And maybe it would be better if I simply put the quill down and said it all aloud, but I don’t expect I could. I am not a Gryffindor. And there are Gryffindors nearby, and if they heard me tell it—well, Sirius would be upset. It would stir him up. And I doubt Potter and Lupin know.

I showed Sirius my back that night because he was concerned our mother had been displeased with me. And if she had been displeased with me, there would have been…

You remember, you came to see me in my dormitory just after the winter holidays this year. And you—I’m sorry I lied, I didn’t know what to tell you when you asked me about my back. The markings there. And I told you I had been hit by a bludger, and you remarked that it looked like three or four bludgers, and attempted to persuade me to go to the Hospital Wing, and I refused. 

I had just been home. Sirius had just been betrothed to Petalie Nott, and he was extremely unhappy. Mother always knows when he’s unhappy and she always picks at him, stirs him up until he shouts at her and then she has an excuse. Not that she needs one, really, some days it’s the silliest things. But he was so unhappy, Kingsley, and I couldn’t bear to see it happen when he was already so low.

So when the Minister came over that night for dinner, I pretended to forget his name.

Sirius knew the moment I did it, what I was aiming for, and he tried to make a distraction. He’s hypocritical that way. I can’t tell you how many heirlooms he’s broken in my mother’s face to cover for a mistake I’ve made, but when I try to help him he acts like it’s the end of the world. Like he can bleed for me and not the other way around.

But my parents had heard my blunder, and it was enough. I do not regret it. After the Minister left, my mother called me to her sitting room, and cast the Cruciatus. 

I don’t—don’t know how long it went on. She is very careful to lift it before we go mad. A half hour, perhaps. I suspect it would have been longer, this being a serious infraction, but Sirius—well, he has never been able to bear me screaming for long, even when it is to his benefit. He broke in, in the end. 

I do not know why the marks are always in the same place, between our shoulder blades. The pain is everywhere. It is all encompassing. But the marks are always in that same spot, deep black bruises that take weeks to heal. I suspect it is Mother’s reminder. Sometimes she will rest her hand there as a warning. 

I do not wish for you to read this. I know you will be angry. Perhaps it was a mistake writing it all out. Perhaps you didn’t wish for all this detail. But that is why I showed Sirius my back, to assure him that our mother had not harmed me. 

I do not know what to say next. Perhaps, if I keep writing, you will never read this, and never look at me differently. I am aware you know she has used the curse but perhaps not to what degree. And I am frightened of what you will do when you know. Of how you will look at me.

But I find myself in need of your arms while they are mine to because they are mine to call home. So I will set this down, and let whatever comes next, come, in the hopes that you will be at my side when it does.

Always,

RAB

My darling Little Prince, 

I’m glad that Gwyndolyn and Amias came out when they did to distract your brother and his boyfriends. Such confessions demand close comfort, and I could feel the stress ease out of your shoulders as soon as I pulled you into my lap. I hope you were listening carefully when I whispered in your ear. I meant every word, but I’ll tell you again if you need it in writing: 

You are so incredibly strong. I am constantly amazed at how you can be so kind with all that life has thrown your way. 

You should never have had to endure that. No one, especially not your family, should ever have made you feel that way. 

You are such a wonderful person, and I will make it my mission to love you and care for you in the way that you deserve for the rest of your life. You deserve all of the softness and gentleness that you can handle, and no one will ever turn their wand on you in that manner again. I swear it to you. 

Love, I know that you do not want me to handle them, but only say the word, and I will. If they try to harm you again, I may not be able to keep myself from it. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

P.S. I think you were a bit turned on by Gwyndolyn’s statement. Do you think she could make you beg? I might like to see her try…

King,

It is not—it has not been so bad. I am certain most parents discipline their children. I wish sometimes they would not look for excuses to do so, but being a Black is a heavy responsibility, so we must be taught lessons with severity.

I don’t, though, I don’t wish for us to teach our children this way. I don’t like to think of making any child of your’s bleed. It feels wrong to me. Perhaps there could be new ways of teaching. Or perhaps our children will be better behaved than Sirius and I were, and will not need such intense measures. Maybe if we just tell them what is expected. Mother sometimes left us guessing when we were young. I was good at guessing, but Sirius always had fanciful ideas, and Mother did not approve. And maybe we could be merciful with their ideas. Leave them more room to grow. All of these things would lessen the need for correction.

I don’t know. Maybe it was wrong, what my mother did. It felt wrong, at times. It is too much to consider. I just want to be in your arms right now. Please hold me until we fall asleep, King. 

Always,

RAB

(PS) Only you can make me beg. But… but Gwyndolyn might be able to try.

Little Prince, 

Parents discipline their children, yes. Discipline does not include the Cruciatus Curse. Or any curse, really. Children should never be on the receiving end of a curse or hex, or anything stronger than a tickling hex (and that should be used sparingly and only in fun). You and your brother were not disciplined. 

You were abused. 

I wonder if anyone has said that to you before? What you went through was abuse, and it was wrong in its entirety. There’s no justification for it. You were not misbehaved. You do not have extra burdens that justify it. 

Being a Black is no excuse for abuse on children. 

Your mother should have communicated her expectations to you, but more than that, she should have taught you the things you needed to learn. If you made a mistake–which, of course you would because you were children, she should have gently corrected you until you understood it. At no point should that have included a wand. Discipline should not be painful. 

I think, love, perhaps you cannot see how a child could be raised without it because you’ve never seen what childhood can look like without pain. My parents’ wands were never turned against me in anger or frustration. My parents’ wand only pointed at me to heal cuts and bruises from when I fell while playing. My parents laughed and played with us and let us experience and learn and make mistakes, and they were a soft place to land when we did so. 

Our children will not have curses thrown at them. They will not bleed by our hands. We will be the soft place for them to land, and we will help them grow with kindness and compassion and nothing that brings them pain. 

Your parents abused you, and if the stories of Wynn are any indication, it’s a cycle of abuse that has long plagued your family. We’ll end that, love, with us. Our children shall never know the pain that your parents have caused, and they shall never inflict it. I’m so sorry that no one could save you from feeling it too. 

You’re already asleep in my arms, so I know that you won’t read this until morning. Regardless, I love you endlessly, and I am so proud of how strong and clever you are. You deserve the world. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

P.S. I think that, if any woman were to make you beg for it, it would be Gwyndolyn. She’s a force. I also think she’s about to come again. I think their count is up to seven for her, and two for him. I am, genuinely, impressed. 

Day 22

King,

I think you are mistaken. Sirius and I always had a fine house, nice clothes, and exquisite food. We lived very pleasantly. Everyone wishes to have the life we have had. 

Only… only Andromeda said similar things, at the Quidditch game. She wrote me a letter recently. After the investiture. She thanked me for reinstating her and made clear what she would participate in and what she wouldn’t. She also told me she would never be near her parents again, because they were as you say.

I agreed to her terms easily, because she is frightening and I will not cross her. But I wonder that you and Andromeda might arrive at the same conclusion. You are both very intelligent.

And I suppose you treat me very differently than people usually treat their spouses in my family. 

But what do I do with that? I will need time to think on this. In the meantime, perhaps it would be best for Sirius and I to clean out our rooms at Grimmauld Place so we don’t have to go back there. I know we’re not yet married, but as we are bonded, I would prefer my home was with you, if you’ve no objections. I know the bond is effectively a marriage unto itself, but custom states we would wait until marriage. But… I don’t prefer to stay at Grimmauld over the summer, and we can’t be married before then. Would you mind if we were a touch rebellious? Only I’d feel better at your side than in that house. 

I must get up. The endless slick parade continues this morning. Do you notice that my brother’s eyes transform into literal hearts when he sees Lupin? It’s disgusting. And sweet. At least we can go back to Hogwarts and stop sleeping in a tent tonight. And hearing my brother moan all the night.

Always,

RAB

Little Prince, 

You may have grown up with many material things, but that does not mean you were not abused. I don’t want to start the precedent in our relationship where I tell you things about your childhood, as though I was the one who lived through it, but I do believe you have some misconceptions about how you were raised and how appropriate it was. 

I think, if you’re not opposed, you would benefit from seeing a mind healer. I know people who have found much benefit from speaking to one, and I think you would as well. If, for no other reason, than to help you see a better way to raise our children in the future. I won’t ask you to do it for me, because that’s not a reason to do it. However, I hope you will do it for yourself, and for our children. 

My love, this is twice in the letter that I will do things I would rather not make a habit. I will not allow you to return to Grimmauld Place this summer. Forgive me for telling you what to do, and I promise I do not do it lightly, but I cannot abide you living in that house a moment longer. Eschew custom, if it requires you to live in such a place, and live with me. We won’t have a house yet, but you can live in my flat, or we can stay at one of the other Family homes, or we’ll stay in a hotel until we have a better place. However, never return to that house. 

I’d suggest we offer a place to your brother, but I suspect that Potter and Lupin will make a place for him–assuming they sort out their temporary relationship properly. Then again, if your brother is our omega, perhaps he will have a place with us. 

Which, my love, you complain of the slick and the moans, but neither the smell nor the sounds bothered you last night when you were riding my cock. In fact, I think you rather enjoyed them.

I am so very ready to get you back in our bed tonight. I think we should take dinner in our room and refuse to see anyone. We can fuck and lounge naked and rest together. Say you will?

Yours, 

Kingsley

King,

I suppose Andromeda did say she saw a mind healer. She said it was very helpful for her, especially in light of Ted’s pregnancy. And while our own children are far off, I do want to give them every advantage. I sometimes worry that there is more of my mother in me than I would prefer. I would hate for any of that to harm our children. I could go. I’ll have to find one with suitable blackmail to keep them silent. Perhaps I could plant some dark artifacts in their home and use this as leverage. There’s a whole slew of forbidden things in the attic at Grimmauld Place. I’ll use some of those. 

I would prefer to stay at your flat. And I would prefer—only between us, King, only when it is just you and I—that you tell me what to do frequently. Especially when what you are telling me to do is to come live with you, in the flat I love, where I first felt calm in all my life. But feel free to command me to my knees when the mood strikes you. I’m not certain I’ll listen, but I’ll enjoy the steel in your voice nonetheless.

(I wish us to keep the flat, you know, even when we have a home, and go there and reenact our first time whenever the mood strikes us.)

I will not return to Grimmauld Place. Although Sirius and I will have to go back at least once more, to clean out our rooms. I’ll tell you a secret, King. When I was very young I was gifted a stuffed basilisk by a Ministry official attempting to flatter my father. It worked terribly; he was offended instead, and demanded it destroyed, it being unseemly for a son of his to have such a toy. But I hid it. I loved it, and wouldn’t see it burned. It’s been safely under the floorboards in my room for over a decade, and a comfort to me in difficult times. Even Sirius doesn’t know about it. We must go back for him (his name is Bonbon; don’t laugh!) But perhaps you can escort us and ensure that things remain civil, if you wouldn’t mind.

If Potter and Lupin haven’t pulled their heads out of their arses by the summertime and bonded with Sirius, I will kill them. Painfully. I do not know what I will do with Sirius then, but it will be altogether chaste, I assure you.

I’m quite certain that any encouragement I took last night came from you and any other noises were merely… distractions. Don’t be ridiculous, Kingsley, it’s quite unbecoming. 

Always,

RAB

Little Prince, 

I did know that Andromeda saw a mind healer. We could, perhaps, ask her who she saw? I don’t think that threatening them will be necessary, whether legitimate or illegitimate claims against them, though I do understand your desire to make sure your secrets are secure. If it will make you feel more comfortable to do so, we can certainly make that happen. 

We can stay in my flat. I love seeing you there, making yourself at home in my home. I am happy to keep it, if that’s something you desire. Though, if we are to reenact your first time, perhaps also we can reenact some other moments, as well. Do you remember, over the Christmas holiday, the night we fucked on the living room floor, then laid around on the soft rug with fur blankets and just existed in each other’s presence? Sometimes, if I close my eyes, I can still feel the weight of your head resting on my chest and your gentle fingers as you traced the tattoos on my abdomen. I think it was the first time you actually let yourself believe that you could have this, me, and you were so relaxed in that moment. 

What I want is to relive that moment. We can make love on the rug–something which I am always up for–but I want to hold you to my chest and feel you relax there with me. I want to exist in that moment, in that memory, with you.

Forgive me for my maudlin words, but you’re sitting across from me catching up on correspondence, and while I shan’t disturb you, I miss you next to me, even at this distance. Is that foolish to admit? Well, then call me a fool, but only for you. 

Please don’t frown like that my love, I’ll think the letter you’re reading is something quite dire. Tell me it’s not. 

Yours, even from afar, 

King

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Day 23

King,

I can’t sleep.

I know I could wake you, but at least one of us should be rested for the nightmare of tomorrow. My stomach hurts. 

I only wish for Sirius to be happy. I would give anything, save you, for him to be happy. I do not know how to make that happen. 

If Lupin will not ask for him, King, I cannot allow him to be bonded to Franklin. I can admit that Franklin is decent, and would not harm him, but it is not what Sirius wants. I can’t let it happen. I won’t sentence him to a loveless life.

But what do I do instead? Do I claim him? I admit that I have complicated feelings in this matter, and yet… yet I do not believe being bonded to me would make Sirius the happiest. And I wish for him to be happy.

If I could leave him as he is, I would. I think I must keep him with us if Lupin won’t speak up. I know this will be better than Franklin, even if it is not perfect. We will do everything possible to make him happy. 

I could kill Lupin for his silence. I can see what he wants. Why won’t he say so? Why won’t Sirius ask me for him?

I am miserable, King, and I wish I had woken you. I will go rest my head on your chest now, and listen to your heartbeat. Even when all else is wrong, that is very, very right.

Always,

RAB

Day 24

Baby, 

I wish you had woken me. You're asleep on my chest now, though the dark circles under your eyes suggest it has not been long. I will give you a few more minutes before we have to attend to your brother.

I think, my love, if you will permit me to offer my opinion, then we should claim him for ours if neither he nor Lupin speak up. We may not be what he desires, but we can give him what he desires. We do not have to keep him to ourselves against his will; we can let him spend time with his loves. It's a small measure compared to allowing them to bond, but it is better than sending him to Franklin. We can tell the Family that we decided you needed an omega as Patriarch, and they cannot question it. Not really. 

Time to wake, my love. Let us face the day with as much dignity as we can manage. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

Little Prince,

It has been a long day, and you're asleep in my arms again. I wanted to tell you that I am proud of you for how kind and strong you were today. I am truly amazed by you. It could not have been easy to stand up to your family, and you did admirably. 

Franklin and Remus, on the other hand, I am baffled by. I certainly did not expect that sort of compromise. Do you think he'll take your brother and James along? I cannot fathom letting you go for twelve hours to belong to someone else, though I suppose the exchange of getting to bond with you would be a high reward. 

Sleep, my Little Prince. There will be more work to do in the morning. 

Yours, 

King

Day 25

King,

Thank you for going off for breakfast this morning. I woke up craving those cinnamon rolls. I can’t wait to eat them on your lap.

I feel so much better than when I last wrote to you. I was so unhappy, and now I am purely relieved. Sirius will have the future he wants. He will bond with Remus and James, and they will be annoying and safe and happy.

And so shall we.

Because I am unspeakably happy with you, Kingsley. Happy to be yours. Happy you are mine. I know these last days have been unpleasant for you, and I know you were very displeased after seeing my parents last night. I know you dislike me stepping foot in Grimmauld Place. I promise I shall find a solution to them. I’ve just been so occupied by my brother. His happiness, I mean. 

We’ll see them bonded quickly, and then perhaps we can focus on each other only. I feel you have given so much to the Family lately. Would you enjoy a visit to a spa? There’s one in Berlin I’ve been interested to try. Would this please you? 

As for Franklin, I cannot begin to fathom the way these people think. Baffling. Baffling! Who would wish to bed Remus Lupin? I do suppose he’ll bring James and Sirius. They’ll likely make an orgy of it. I would murder someone if I had to watch them bed you. I’m displeased just thinking of it. Unless it was In any case, this isn’t a problem I shall face. Is it?

I’m aware it’s not, but I’d like to hear you say it.

Today I intend to talk to Sirius about being more open with Remus and James. If it’s taken him this long to even admit he wants them, he can’t have possibly told them about our parents. I’ve found it extraordinarily helpful for you to know this part of my history, and I think he will need to share some, in order to be treated as he requires. I’ll likely have to bully him into it, but I excel at that.

And then I shall send an owl to the mind healer Andromeda recommended. I’ve thought on it, and I want to be the best version of myself for you. I want to spare you from all pain. I do not wish for my behavior to cause you inadvertent distress. If healing would help with this, I’m quite willing.

I hope you will be back soon. I want to drizzle the icing off those cinnamon rolls over your knot and then suck it off. The combination sounds exquisite.

Always,

RAB

Little Prince, 

Class is much more interesting when I don’t need to learn. I can just study you, instead. Your face is never more expressive than when you’re taking notes. You’re so clever, my love. I can tell this information is boring to you. Who needs charms when you have the whole Family magic at your disposal?

A trip to a spa sounds lovely. I think we’ve earned a few days away this summer. Berlin would be wonderful, or we could still go to Spain. We could bring your brother and his lovers, if you want. Or, maybe only for part of the trip. I want you to myself for at least a few days. 

You are the only one I need, love. I don’t want to take another lover, whether you watch or not. I only want you, and your sweet arse, and the sticky icing you seem to enjoy licking off my knot so much. Tell me, love, do you know why you suddenly have such a fondness for cinnamon rolls? 

Speaking of, I hope your discussion with Sirius went well this morning. I think, my love, if you should take him off for a walk again, perhaps pick a different route. Remus was watching you on their delightful map, and he was quite put out to find you in the same place you were attacked. It might give him peace of mind if you went a different direction. 

You should also know that we were bribed at breakfast. Nothing you should worry about, merely some undeserving Sacred 28 child thinking they could request their way onto your advisory council, but I think we’ll need to keep a closer eye on Remus. It is clear that he is not prepared to ignore or deny these requests as he should be. Hopefully your brother keeps an eye on him. 

Class is ending. Perhaps we should find them and make sure he hasn’t inadvertently agreed to anything?

Yours, 

Kingsley

King,

The absolute audacity of Aurelia Avery. I do not know who we shall choose for a surrogate, but it will not be her. Especially not after watching Sirius dispose of her so handily. She could be out dueled by an irritable pixie. I should like the children to have some magical prowess.

I’m annoyed just by the thought of a surrogate. Some simpering omega whining about for fourteen months? Unbearable. 

I’ll tell you, though, that classes are much more enjoyable with you there. You spoil me with your presence. Surely you’ve more interesting pursuits than watching me waste time. I worry it’s too dull for you. You’re fantastically smart as it stands, and were probably bored stiff the first time you took these classes. You’re so good to me, keeping me company a second time. 

Love, of course we are going to Spain this summer. I promised you. I meant a sooner trip. And the Gryffindors shall not be invited. I wish to have you to myself without James attempting to seduce you. Or Sirius. Really, my entire family is smitten with you. Don’t think I’ve forgotten you flirting with Andromeda that day you saved my life from the suit of armor.

Everyone craves cinnamon rolls, Kingsley, they’re a delectable treat. Soft and pliable and sweet. I would sink my teeth into one each day if I could.

And anyone with half a brain should want to eat them off your knot, as it is the finest knot in magical Britain and, moreover, the world. Sometimes I dream about your knot. Often you’re there too, but on occasion just the knot makes an appearance. 

Dearest, tomorrow evening we have to negotiate the terms of Sirius’s betrothal, but in the morning, before that, let me steal you out of this school to Berlin. I’ll allow someone to massage your magnificent back, and apply fragrant oils to your perfect skin, and wash away the worries that assail you. And when we’re both loose and moisturized, I’ll climb in your lap and ride you the way Aurelia Avery never could.

Always,

RAB

(PS) Please keep a list of who annoys you for favors and submit it to me so I can find ways to publicly snub them. I should like it to become common knowledge that wasting your time will do no one any good. 

Little Prince, 

There’s part of me that feels just a bit bad for Ms. Avery. Not entirely, because she really brought this situation on herself and she was specifically targeting us, but I don’t think she at all expected what Sirius did to her. Do you think they’ll be able to grow it back? I can’t imagine it will ever be quite the same, of course. But, my darling, I wouldn’t discount her dueling ability based on that alone. Sirius didn’t give her the slightest chance. 

Perhaps we can find an omega who is not entirely undesirable. Certainly, Ms. Avery is decidedly terrible, but we’ve seen some omegas who are not. Ted, Mary, Hope, and Fleamont are all reasonable omegas, though I don’t believe any of them would be available or suitable for a surrogacy. Your brother, perhaps, wouldn’t be entirely objectionable. 

My love, classes a second time with you are entirely more interesting than they were the first time around. This time, I do not care what magic they seek to teach, but I’m a student all the same. A student of you. While you study for your exams, I shall study you until I become the foremost expert in every aspect of you. I’m no artist, but I will study you until I can draw you blindfolded. I’m no biologist, but I will study you until I know every part of your body. I will study you until I can recognize you in the dark, in a crowded room, in a place where I am completely devoid of my senses. I will study you until even then, I am able to recognize you by your presence alone. 

Your family may flirt with me, baby, but I only have eyes for you. Haven’t you noticed? You are the only person who exists for me. The rest of them are inconsequential, and I suffer them for your benefit alone. 

Let’s go to Berlin, darling, but let’s not wait. Let’s go tonight. We’ll finish dinner now with your brother, ensure that the Gryffindors are tucked away from the night, and let’s leave. We’ll spend the night making love in a hotel room, wake up with the German sun filtering through our curtains, and spend the day relaxing in whatever comfort we choose. 

Say yes? Let us escape for one night. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

P.S. Why is it that I am so turned on by you threatening people who annoy me? Come here and let me taste the vengeance in your spend. 

Little Prince, 

Did you intentionally leave these house plans out when you went to shower? I haven’t seen these. Are these plans for our home?

Baby, it’s so gorgeous. Have they started building yet?

Let us get to Berlin quickly, or I won’t be able to wait to make love to you. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

King,

This sauna is incredible. You were right, coming this evening was the correct choice. I can’t believe you’ve gone in the wet sauna, though. The dry is clearly superior, if for no other reason than one can write their lover a letter inside without the pages becoming waterlogged. How wise you were to tip the staff extra to keep the saunas running for us this evening.

Well, I can’t say it was entirely intentional for you to see the house plans, but you hadn’t guessed your surprise. Yes, they’ve begun work, but just barely, so if you’d like any changes made, there’s still time. But I wanted to surprise you with a home, as you’ve surprised me by becoming my home. I wanted to create a place where you feel warm and rested, as I feel in your arms. We’ll have to work together on the ward work; I want it to be impenetrable, a place you can properly let your guard down. I want a home for our future together, King, a future I once would’ve thought too good to be true.

When I tell you that I thought your list of omegas was a list of possible surrogates, you will understand how I recoiled from the page. Ted is nice enough but neither of us shall be knotting him, to say nothing of Fleamont Potter.

You suggest Sirius, but you know we would have to be physical, yes? Probably multiple times, there’s no telling how many times he would need knotted until it took. Surrogacy done magically often has odd consequences for the child, so unless we want a child with a unicorn horn or some other anomaly, it would have to be addressed the old-fashioned way. I can’t imagine you and Sirius together that way. 

I’m pleased to hear you will not be running off with Andromeda. She’s my favorite cousin, I shouldn’t like to see her dead. 

I do not wish to enter the wet sauna particularly, but I’m imagining you sweating in there, and I wonder if it’s empty, if I could slip in and swallow your cock without anyone noticing. I like the image of you, hot and naked, trying not to shout when you come because the staff will be alerted. I think I’ll go make that a reality.

Always,

RAB

Little Prince, 

The wet sauna was delightful before you joined me, but with you on your knees? Incredible, as you always are. 

Although, I think my favorite part of the night was turning you over the edge of the wading pool until you were trembling. Were you entirely out of your head, or did you notice when I cast notice me not charms? No matter how many times I asked, you couldn't keep yourself quiet. Naughty boy. I might have to gag you later for that. 

Tomorrow, perhaps. You look so relaxed in that mud bath that I suspect I shall need to carry you straight to bed and tuck you in to sleep. 

I'm sorry I spoiled your surprise. Perhaps we can review the plans together and see how we can use each room. 

I find your review of the omegas curious. Fleamont and Ted are out, but you didn't exclude Hope or Mary? Quite a curious development… I find it interesting that you thought I was suggesting your brother as a possible surrogate rather than merely commenting on his temperament. Very curious, my love. 

Come, Little Prince, let us go to bed before that mud dries around you and I have to dig you out. We have a day full of relaxation tomorrow. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

Day 26

Good morning King,

I would like to state, once and for all, that neither Mary nor Hope may be surrogates for us, although they are both pleasant people. I personally should prefer a male omega, and although I know you have less preference in this arena, I still veto both of those options. Hope is not to be engaged in such matters. She is functionally my godmother , King, and I have a firm stance on mothers in my sex life. I’d sooner you shagged my biological mother, although writing this statement has made me sick to my stomach and ruined the soothing effects of the mud bath. I’ll have to have another this morning.

And I don’t know what you are implying about Sirius. I certainly didn’t suggest him as a surrogate. He does have the genes for it but I I think you may have been so tired as to be delirious! Honestly, darling, as soon as you get out of the shower I’m going to try a diagnostic spell.

Traditionally, a Black would be required for a surrogate. Yet I don’t believe I can manage sex with Narcissa, and Andromeda—well, I should like to have a knot on the other end of things, and a head. My aunt Lucretia is still of child bearing age but that makes me feel rather ill. Maybe one of the second or third cousins is an omega. 

Back to pleasant matters—if you hadn’t had your entire fist in my arse, I’m sure I could have been quiet. I adore your hands, did you know that? Sometimes I watch your clever fingers pick up a fork, or a wand, or wrap around my arm, and it’s all I can do not to fall on my knees and see if I can fit your fist in my mouth. 

I just heard a suspicious moan from the shower. If you’re getting off without me I will be thoroughly displeased. I am right here, with a willing mouth. Off to investigate.

Always,

RAB

(PS) Did you like the plans, though, King? If you don’t I will scrap them entirely. I planned for a sunroom, as I know you love to hear the rain when you’re reading, and a dueling room for you to train, and offices for us both (with a secret passage between them) and—is it good enough? Do you like it? Will you live with me there forever? 

Little Prince, 

Mary and Hope are summarily dismissed from our not at all practical list of omega surrogates. Please, never again mention your mother and…. I cannot even write it, much less think it. The audacity of you to write that and make me read it. I think I might need to turn you over my knee for that later. 

Must we use a Black as a surrogate? I’m afraid we’ll have to get so far removed from the Family to find someone suitable that it really would be more worthwhile to find someone else. Or, perhaps Sirius is looking better and better… I’m sure you would enjoy that the most. 

I was pleasantly surprised for you to join me in the shower, though really, do you think I’d bother getting off in my hand when your arse and your mouth are so ready and available for me? Nevertheless, suspending you from the walls so I could fuck you off the ground was a delightful way to start the day, even if it did make us a bit late for our massage this morning. 

Now love, you don’t realize this, and considering your notebook is tucked away under your clothes, I suspect you won’t know until after it’s over, but I’ve paid the attendants to leave us in a moment, and I’m going to eat your arse right there on the table, as blissed out and beautiful as you are now. Lucky for me I’m on my stomach for this massage as I’m already hard, though I did have to charm a hole under the table for comfort. Don’t worry, love, it’s nowhere near as fun as your hole. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

P.S. The house is perfect, as you very well know. I do propose one additional room, however. One that hides behind a door that doesn’t appear to exist unless you know how to open it, and behind which, I can take you apart piece by piece until you’re begging for me to make you come again. Let me know if you’re amenable.

King,

I think you forget that I’m a Slytherin, my love. I can come up with any number of terrible relatives you could impregnate. Especially if it gets me over your knee. Is that all I need to do? Misbehave? Perhaps I’ll chat up the waiter you’re tipping to deliver lunch to our room. He’s well muscled, darling. I’m not sure he could make my arse as sore as you, but there’s only one way to find out.

Will this earn me a spanking, King? Just tell me how far I need to go. 

We only have a few hours before we need to return to England, so if I really have to earn that spanking, give me adequate time. I’d hate to have wasted smiling at him and not even get my reward.

Always,

RAB

Little Prince, 

Oh, it’s harder to smile now, isn’t it? Not much room to smile with my knot holding your jaw open. That’s okay, my love. I think you’re just as gorgeous with my cock in your mouth as I do when you smile. 

I can still see your arse from here. I think I managed to leave a red handprint on each cheek. That will certainly make it interesting when we’re sitting across from the Potters and Hope tonight negotiating your brother’s betrothal. Should I heal them for you, or leave you to squirm in your seat as a reminder of who you belong to?

Decisions, decisions. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

King,

I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, but I didn’t actually know you could lift me over your shoulder like that. If my voice sounds funny at the negotiations tonight, I’m holding you accountable.

Always,

RAB

(PS) Do you think you could do that again? Knotting my mouth, I mean. Being stuck on my knees for you, listening to you talk… imagine we were in your office, and no one knew I was under your desk, keeping your cock warm until you were ready for another round, and—blast. We have to get to the Potters. Think on it.

K,

If you don’t stop pinching my inner thigh while I am trying to negotiate with Euphemia I am going to throw you in as collateral for the bonding.

R

K,

STOP FLIRTING WITH FLEAMONT POTTER YOU ABSOLUTE MENACE. I’m sorry about the waiter, I barely even looked at him, and I think you had an adequate revenge considering how my arse is still tingling. Asking about his cake is altogether forward and—ah, I see, there is actual cake involved. Nevermind. Carry on.

Always,

RAB

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Day 27

Dearest Little Prince, 

While I certainly set out to tease you last night, I certainly didn’t mean to make you jealous, especially of anything that might have happened with Fleamont Potter. While the man is generally handsome, I think he might be a bit too old for my tastes. Which, if you were wondering, my taste seems to be dashingly handsome and powerful alpha heirs to Dark families. Do let me know if you meet any?

Although, I must say that you turn ferocious when you’re jealous. Perhaps I should do that again. Perhaps it is I who should flirt with other men and see what it does to you. I’m sure I could find someone in the Great Hall when we go down to breakfast, don’t you?

I know you’re currently waiting for Kreacher to confirm your parents are away from home before we gather Sirius and his beloveds to go there. You have gotten so much better about asking me for the things you need, but I wanted to state it more frankly, in case you need the reminder today: 

I will do whatever you need me to in order to help you today. You only need ask, whatever you desire, and I shall make it happen. I hope you understand the full extent of my capabilities when I suggest that all of my skills are at your disposal. 

Do you still want to take the trip we discussed afterward? Is the house ready to show them?

Yours, 

Kingsley

King,

People are going to think I don’t have arms, the way you pamper me. But I’ll not complain. Watching you pack up my room is a better sight than… the rest of the room.

Thank you for tucking Bon Bon into your robes. I have kept him safe for so long and don’t wish anyone to know about him. 

I’m so glad you’re here. I’m so glad I do not have to be here much longer. I have hated living in this house. I know you know how my parents are, but what was worse than Mother’s rage or Father’s apathy was the endless anxiety of this place. Never knowing if I had done right, or enough. Traps behind every corner. I never felt at peace here. I never knew what peace was until I found you.

And here you are, singing to yourself as you fold my robes and put them in a trunk so that I never need return here. I love you so much it could kill me.

When we go back to the castle tonight, let’s take a bath together. A very warm one. After, we’ll drink cocoa and read aloud our favorite poems. Doesn’t it sound relaxing? 

I’m hoping you’ll be relaxed enough to be soft enough for this cock cage I had ordered, which I intended to use for fun and now will use as a reminder of the folly of discussing flirting with other men. I’ve been carrying it in my pocket since it arrived. Don’t worry, lover. I’ll take it off in a week or two.

Always,

RAB

(PS) It may be stupid, but

I thought you should know how I

I wrote this for you. 

Ode to a Monarch

Lesser men still sit on thrones
And call the starlit sky their own.
Lesser men of wisdom boast,
Although of ignorance they know most.
—but you, wondrous lover,
precede the stars. 

Beloved of the firmament, earth’s great glory,
Beacon of my love, divinity’s depository.
Were the source of magic’s power outspread,
I would choose your hand instead.
—all splendor does not compare
to your morning smile.

Foolishness to summarize you,
To contain in words the infinitely true.
And yet I try to capture your likeness,
Elusively seen as rain and mist.
—perfection is a word
invented in your laughter. 

So I beg you, do not cease.
Make of me your altarpiece.
So long as we remain alive and free,
Lover, wonder, stay with me.
—lover, wonder,
stay with me.

Little Prince, 

I am happy to report that Bon Bon continues to be happy and safe, tucked away in my robes. He completely missed the ordeal with your parents. I wish I had been able to keep you and your brother from seeing it as well, though I will accept your assertion that you are not lingering on the matter. 

I however, prefer to linger. Tell me I can handle the matter of your parents. I promise that no one ever needs to know why they are gone. They will disappear, the same way Lucius will. Which, he will. You'll see. As soon as practical, Lucius will decide it is best that he no longer associates with the Family. Or, frankly, with the Wix world. Your parents could do the same.

Say I can resolve this issue, finally? I will give deference to your choice on this matter, as you know, but if they lay a hand on you again, I’m afraid I shall be overcome with an unexpected blackout in which they will not survive. Let me handle it now before there is a mess to clean?

Regardless, love, I am happy to be the peace that you have found. Let me be the place that you rest and find comfort. I cannot change the childhood you had–though, the desire to use that time turner currently tucked away in your desk at home is certainly strong, but I fear that I would change something that would prevent me from meeting you, and that is a tragedy that I cannot be forced to bear. Nevertheless, let me be the place that you find relief for the rest of your life. 

Let me be your bed, your pillow, your blanket that tucks you away from the monsters that hide beneath. Let me be the valiant knight that rides in to save you from the dragon. Let me be the one who takes your hand at the end of the day and leads you back to the light. It is my life’s goal that you should know only happiness. 

I am happy that Sirius finally told James and Remus about what your childhood was like in that place. I understand how James felt, why he wanted to run and curse them. The first time you told me of the way they hurt you, I nearly ran the same way. Instead, I put everything I have into making you feel loved, and then–well, it’s difficult to go after your mother when my knot is locked inside of you. 

Of course, it looks like my knot won’t hold me back any longer, not if you keep this cage on me. Do you really think you’re going to be able to go that long without it? A week, love? I bet you’ll be begging for my knot by tomorrow. Though, I imagine that plug in your arse is keeping you full. Perhaps I’ll tease you with the vibrations until you agree to take off my cage.

I must say, it is an interesting sensation to get used to. I’m glad we are walking at the back of this little tour of Loup-Garou that your brother is giving his loves. (Which, I see what you mean about him loving this house. Do you still want to give it to him?) I keep trying to adjust it discreetly. You must think me indecorous. Perhaps I am. It’s not painful, but it is a constant reminder of what is there and what I’m not allowed, and Merlin, I’m going to be so desperate for you by the time you take this off. 

Which will be tomorrow, when you’re begging for my knot. 

However, I still want to follow through on your plan of a bath together, with hot cocoa and reading our favorite poems to each other. Do you know which poem I want to start with? It’s called Ode to a Monarch , and it is my favorite thing I’ve ever read. I want to hear you read it for me. Tell me you will? And then perhaps you can repeat it again as you ride my tongue. Say yes, baby. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

P.S. I penned you a quick sonnet. I hope you enjoy it. 

I knew love not before I knew your name;
and found sweetest devotion on your tongue.
Let me linger in your divinest claim,
That I may honor you completely. Young
and yet no one can hold a candle to
you, the power of which you possess cause
in me weakness that makes me long for you.
Oh, my darling Little Prince. I will pause
only to share how dear you are to me.
For you, I'd lay down my life to best
your every foe. If I died, it would be
worth it if I only you lived at rest.
Yet I'll be content to live at your feet,
your skin on my tongue an eternal treat.

King,

I can’t sleep. 

I hate being back at Grimmauld Place. It’s like it seeps under my skin, and even here at Hogwarts, I can feel the cold of it. I wish we were at your flat. I feel better there than our rooms here. Even with you sleeping beside me, and Bon Bon under my pillow (thank you for that concealment charm) I can’t settle down.

I’m thinking about Wynn. About Altair. About how frightened Sirius has been of me, and how frightened he was of Mother and Father, and the fact that this will all continue unless I stop it. I do not want our children to live with this kind of weight in their stomach when they come home to see us. 

I must do something for Wynn, Amias, and Gwyndolyn. Perhaps a home? A share of the vault? Each family member gets a yearly allotment. Perhaps I can add Wynn to the disbursement list. 

Sorry, beloved, I’m rambling. No, no, love, you needn’t bother with my parents or Lucius. It’s nothing to concern yourself about. Everyone’s parents are like this, aren’t they? And as for Lucius, I’m not sure he’s earned your ire. I wasn’t even the Patriarch yet, and he believed I would be the spare. If you were to be murderous over everyone who put me on my knees then—well, it’s in the past, anyway. 

In any case, I’m afraid of what Mother would do if you attempted to end her life. I can’t bear to lose you. Please. I feel sick considering it. Promise me you won’t. I can’t—I can’t lose you. And she will kill you. I know she will. She’s done it before. Please, Kingsley.

You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, and if I lose you, I won’t know how to be alive. 

I keep rereading your sonnet. I’ve been rereading many of our letters tonight, in an effort to talk myself into a state of mind where I can sleep. You are a dream. I’m convinced you’re not real. You’re perfect in every way. Tell me you’ll stay forever. Tell me you’ll always be mine.

Always,

RAB

Day 28

Little Prince, 

Waking to find that you have not slept and did not wake me is not my favorite way to wake. You’re sleeping beside me, curled against my leg even as I write this, and I shall not wake you as long as I can. I wish I could do more. Haven’t I asked you to wake me when your sleep is troubled? Don’t you know that I want to be the one who eases your rest? I hope, if I say it enough, you will take me seriously and wake me when you cannot sleep. 

I do understand how, after the revelations of yesterday, you might find sleep difficult. I should have realized and I would have done more to calm you before bed. I was certainly not expecting Wynn’s story to be quite so daunting. They have suffered much, I’m afraid. While it was at the direction of your family, I hope you realize you are not responsible for anything that happened to them. My love, your name as patriarch does not mean all the ills of your family now rest on your shoulders. That is, frankly, preposterous. 

I do think that it might be nice to give them something. I don’t believe they need a house—they seem to speak of a home as though it is a place they wish to be, and I suspect they have one. A share of the annual disbursement would be kind, but I believe that would require placing Wynn back on the Family tree, would it not? I’m not certain they would prefer that outcome. We shall keep an ear out for things they are in need of and attempt to provide them. Perhaps we could start with something small? Clothes, perhaps?

Now, Little Prince, I’ve left answering this matter of Lucius and your parents till now. I’ve read this part of your letter a thousand times, and I cannot bear that this is the way you view yourself. My darling, Lucius had no right to treat you that way, whether you were the second son or whether you were the Minister of Magic. He should never have done that to you, and I will not allow him to go on believing that such behavior is acceptable. I have not so far sought retribution against anyone, save Bellatrix and her husband, for the way they would treat you at your request, but I ask you to reconsider with Lucius. He does not deserve your mercy, and he will not taste mine. 

I am not afraid of your parents, my love. I know you have reason to be, but I know who they are and what they are capable of, and I am not afraid of them. In fact, if they had half the brains of a Hufflepuff, they would be afraid of me. I would do anything for you, love. I would move mountains for you. I would build mountains and then relocate them to the spot of your choosing, and I could do so without so much as breaking a sweat. Your parents are nothing. Your mother would not be able to touch me, and if she tried, I would end her so instantly that she would only just have enough time to fear it. Your father has no real power, and ending him would be impossibly easy. I suspect that’s why your grandfather married him to your mother. Regardless, I do not fear them. I am better than them, and if you only permit me the chance, they will cease to be problems. 

I am glad the sonnet soothed you. I shall have to write you another poem soon, but I think I need to wake you now. I hope your sleep was restful when you got there. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

P.S. Please don’t tell Ted or Eddie what I said about Hufflepuffs. Or Andromeda. 

King,

I’m sorry to have worried you. I hate to wake you. You need to rest. Your position as my mate means you spend your days carrying the heavy load of the Family, and I worry it will burn you out. I wish to shield you in every way I can, including allowing you to sleep.

But I am fine now. Well. I’m a bit tired. But I am fine. This class is excruciating. I’d never have taken this optional bloody course on ancient gargoyles if Mother hadn’t been convinced Tom Riddle was going to teach it. She was determined to gain his favor and gave me no choice, and then the idiot went and got himself run over by a muggle trolley. A wizard should know better. Now I have to listen to Ernest Macmillan, who is not qualified to tie his own shoes, let alone teach me a class, blather for two hours about a subject that could not be more unbearable. 

I hope you are enjoying your walk around the grounds. If you spot any early blooming sword leaved hellebore growing near the Forest, would you gather me a leaf or two? I need them for a potion. 

I believe clothes are a wonderful option. Surely they need new garb. Perhaps we could go to Diagon and pay ahead for their wardrobes. Darling, is it problematic for you to be seen on Knockturn? Specifically in a few of the less than legal storefronts. I’ve errands to run, but I can go alone. Your Moody might have a fit. 

I see you won’t be dissuaded on Lucius. I’ll not stop you. You can do as you please with the Malfoy line. Only, don’t harm Narcissa. She responds to my letters and states Lucius treats her lavishly, that she has all she wishes for, living like a spoiled doll in a castle—but I don’t believe it, not fully. Sometimes I wonder if he is the one who writes back, or dictates the words. Narcissa may be bound to protect him, but disarm her only. Andromeda will be dangerous if her sister is harmed.

That is as much as I can allow. Please do not mistake this for protection for my parents. They are a threat, and a problem I must solve. But I will not risk you to solve it. For now, they are toothless, although I’m not foolish enough to think that will last. But they cannot hurt Sirius and they cannot hurt me and I will not allow them to hurt you. I couldn’t bear for you to taste the Cruciatus, Kingsley. Please don’t ask this of me. 

Macmillan just insinuated Grimmauld Place gets its power from gargoyles, as if I grew up in a gothic castle and not a townhouse. Some days I wish to dismiss the idea of a seventh year at this school. Would you still love me if I abandoned my education early, Ravenclaw that you are?

Always,

RAB

(PS) Shocked as I am to hear you insult what seems to be your favorite house, I would never betray your secrets to Andromeda. And I could not make Edgar sad. The idea gives me a stomachache. 

Little Prince, 

If carrying the heavy load of the Family is some sort of euphemism for you coming in my arse later, then consider me the willing receptacle for the Family’s load. I think there’s something about this cage you’ve put on me, something that is making me feel submissive. I’ve never had quite so much desire to bend over and allow you to have your way with me. 

Regardless, my love, please believe me when I tell you that I want you to wake me. You do not burden me by sharing this. Let me ease your burden a little. It is my life’s work to love and serve you. You wouldn’t make me fail simply because you don’t want to share?

However, ancient gargoyles you might have to do on your own. That sounds dreadful, and Ernest Macmillian was never very pleasant to listen to. Tell me, do they have a whole chapter on your grandfather or does he get his own class?

I did have a lovely walk around the grounds. I spent a while speaking with Hagrid. Did you know that he is an omega? And, apparently, he is spending a good amount of his time down with the centaurs in the forest. He was a bit cagey about why, though, and I decided not to push for more information. Is this something that found its way to your ears already? Nevertheless, I picked you a handful of hellebore. I also found a bundle of baneberry, and I grabbed some of that for you too. I know how useful you find it. 

We can certainly go to Diagon and pay for them, but if you would rather send them clothing directly, I am confident that I can get them the correct sizes. It is a peculiar talent of mine, as you might remember from the robes I sent you for Christmas. As far as Knockturn, I’ve no problem entering the street, though I wonder if your business would go better if I waited outside? Your associates may be more hesitant to deal with you with an auror at your side. Moody, for his part, would probably be glad of me trying to infiltrate those stores if he thought he could use it to his advantage. Alas, I shall only be used to your advantage. Preferably, your advantage includes your knot in my arse. 

I can think of little else than being a hole to please you, even at the expense of my own pleasure. Tell me, have you charmed this cage?

I am glad you have acquiesced to my handling of Lucius. I promise that I shall wait until the appropriate time and take every precaution. Your cousin will be safe, though perhaps we should find a place for her to go after? I’m not sure that sending her back to her parents is an option. What would you suggest?

For your parents, for the time being, I will not act. But, my love, if they lay a hand on you, I will not be able to stop myself. Your safety is all I want, and if they seek to end it. I will end them before I allow them to harm you. 

My sweet, dear, Little Prince, I care little for you finishing your education. Considering I believe you could take your N.E.W.T.s now and pass with Outstandings, I see little point in it. However, I also know that you do not want to get by on your name alone, and I know that you want your final marks to reflect the person you are. I shall support you either way, but I dare say I would expect you to feel unfinished if you choose not to go. 

Now, I believe I’ve timed this just right that you are getting out of Arithmancy in a few minutes. I know it is lunch time, but my love, I’m desperate for you. I’ve taken the liberty of prepping myself and plugging my hole open for your use. Will you come to me so that I may feel you before we head to lunch?

Yours, 

Kingsley 

P.S. I wrote this while I sat at the edge of the forest. 

Darkness knows not
that Light is absent
until it is shattered

Likewise, I knew not
that Love was dimmed
‘til your blinding starlight

K,

Coming. You won’t be.

R

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King,

What a lovely lunchtime surprise. In Potions now, and I can’t stop thinking about how you moaned. You seem so respectable and suave beside me, chopping my mint leaves. No one would know that plug is still inside of you.

You know, I haven’t charmed the cage—although I could, and how delicious would that be? I could charm it to vibrate when you think of me. I could charm it to release, but only in your sleep, and then tease you to hardness while you dream. I wouldn’t let things go too far, of course, by which I mean I’d stop things before you came. I’m finding it a fantastic treat to keep you in the palm of my hand like this. You are so strong, and to have power over you like this—maybe I will never take the cage off.

But no, it is not charmed (yet). Although after that greeting you gave me, perhaps it will be. I do like hearing you beg.

I don’t like any reference to your failure. It is impossible for you to fail. You are too hard on yourself. I hate even the notion of it. Fine, if it pleases you, I will rouse you, but I don’t see why you should be bothered by my petty issues. Only, I can practically feel your displeasure through our bond, and I don’t enjoy it. Yes, yes, I will wake you. I promise. 

Your writing is beautiful, did you know? I shouldn’t be surprised, as everything about you is exquisite, but you do catch me off guard. I love your poetry almost as much as I love you. 

Thank you for my hellebore and baneberry. I’m brewing a protection potion for the foundation of our home. I suppose it will take me the better part of the summer to weave the wards, but I shan’t scrimp. And the baneberry shall prove useful for those who do not deserve a chance to test the wards.

The wards are why I must visit Knockturn. I’ve never successfully found good bloodletting supplies anywhere but Dorwin’s Imports . My Grandfather cast the wards on Grimmauld with human hearts, but I don’t intend to make any human sacrifices as I suspect this would displease you. I will use my own—blood, I mean, not my heart. Although… Perhaps with a strong enough gemini charm…

You spoke with Hagrid? I’m surprised. I suppose Sirius does speak with him at times, and for this reason I assumed he was a bore. Do you suppose he’s shagging the centaurs? Or… being shagged by the centaurs? Merlin, I can’t imagine taking something of that size. Although… again, I say, perhaps with a strong enough charm…

Oh, my love, my intention at bringing you along to the shops was quite deliberate. I know the shopkeepers will hesitate to sell to me in your presence, and yet I will require them to do so, and they will not defy me. And then I can spare myself the juvenile attempts at blackmail a new Patriarch always endures. What can they extort me with if the DMLE already knows and remains silent? But if this should displease you, I will find another way. 

In truth, I’m not as fond of dark magic as my predecessors, and don’t suspect I will need the shops on Knockturn as much as my father did. But I do not wish to always brew my own potions. A man must outsource some labor. 

Narcissa will not be sent to Cygnus and Druella. Cygnus is not quite so cruel as Mother, but there is a look in his eye that I do not trust. You recall how he suggested Sirius should be better betrothed to him than Remus? I don’t believe this was said in jest, and I’m surprised he didn’t ask me outright. I suspect Andromeda will wish to care for Narcissa. Either way, Narcissa will want for nothing. She was also an unnecessary child to the House of Black. I won’t see her harmed.

I suppose you’re correct about finishing school. It just seems so useless. And you will have to return to work next year, won’t you? And then I shall be alone in this castle and utterly miserable. I’m morose even considering it.

The only thing that cheers me is the thought of you now, and your warmth beside me. I know it was cruel to put the plug back in, and crueler still to charm it to vibrate. But I am a man of few interests, and the little inhale of breath you take when the charm moves through you is my most heartfelt obsession. 

For this reason, I have decided we will return to our quarters after this class so I might take my fire call with the Minister there instead of in a fire call room as planned. I would prefer to be at your side. And if it allows me to hear the way you gasp and moan on that plug, all the better for everyone involved.

Always,

RAB

My honey-tongued Little Overlord, 

I’m afraid I cannot call you Little Prince right now as that is far too kind of a term for the little tyrant you’ve become. For you are as cruel as you are beautiful, and I am weak for that particular combination, or perhaps I’m just weak for you. 

I cannot believe that you made me hold that conversation with the Minister while you fiddled with the vibrations on this plug. I shan’t dare tell you I didn’t like it–I felt the caress of your legilimancy. I am surprised how good it felt to have you in my mind, to be so full of you You seem to have enjoyed your little game, even moreso when you rode my tongue as you teased me with the cage still on. 

Have your fun, Alpha, but know that I shall have my turn soon. 

I do not for a moment believe that you will leave me forever locked up. You would miss taking my knot. I suspect you already do. Don’t be coy, my love, I saw the way you looked hungry down at my cock. You’re already wishing to have it, aren’t you? Wishing I could fill your hole, hold you down, fold you in half, take you as mine until we are tied together. You want to be subject to my whims, don’t you, love? Want to exist solely where my knot fills you, your arse or your mouth, whichever I wish to take. You want to be subservient to me, so I know, as you know, that it is only a matter of time before you remove this cage and take your pleasure from my cock inside of you. 

It is yours whenever you wish to come unwrap it. You know where to find me. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

P.S. I know there were more substantive matters in your letter, but you have left me tied to your bed while you are out doing Founders know what, and I cannot think of anything beyond the tendrils of magic that you left to run over my body. Do you know that they can slip inside of the cage and wrap around my cock, even with it on? Do you know that they occasionally shift the plug to fuck me with it? Do you control that, or are they working on their own? I–I know there are other matters to respond to, but, my love, all I can think of is getting you here with me so that I can taste your come again. Will you return soon?

King,

What an insolent letter. For this, I think I’ll stay out a little longer. The castle is very interesting tonight. There are so many things to look at and see, and if it so happens that my interest magnifies the touch you feel, then—well, I suppose you’ll just have to endure that.

I did quite a lot of research before I put you in that cage, my love; of course, whether it was safe, whether it might hurt or harm you or make any lasting impact. But also, the extent to which it could be used to give or deny you pleasure.

Did you know it’s quite possible to achieve orgasm even with the cage in place? The accounts I read describe it as very intense. Of course, it’s even easier to bring you right to the edge, right as the crest of your orgasm begins, and then simply… stop. 

There would be no way for you to tell which I was going to do. And we could do that many times, my love. In fact, we have all night.

Just something for you to think on while you lie there. I’ll be back soon.

Always,

RAB

I–

My love, I–

This is torture. The most exquisite torture. I thought I'd come, but it didn't– did you do something to stop it? I can barely breathe, barely think. I turned on the transcription spell again because I– 

Baby

What are you doing? Why does it feel like your tongue is on me, in me, when you're not even here? 

I cannot

baby

I don't want to come without you here. Can you–can you come back? I'm– I miss you, and I need you, and I don't want to do this without you. I want to feel your touch. I want you to touch me. To use me, it you want, however you want. 

I am yours.

Yours, always 

Come back to me.

My lovely King,

You’re not to fret when you read this letter. Yes, I am awake when you are asleep, but it isn’t because I’m unhappy. You all but collapsed after that last knot, and I’ve stayed up to clean you up, and change the sheets, and to appreciate how beautiful you look, asleep in our bed. 

I adore you, you know. I don’t take lightly the trust you put in me. I know that you could beat me in a duel, that if you wished to end this, you could rise from your sleep and pin me to this bed and make me scream from pleasure in a matter of seconds. And so I cherish this softness all the more, because I know it is given with trust. I am so honored that you trust me so much.

I’m trying not to wake you, but I can’t stop touching the perfect pout of your lips, the ridge of your cheek. You are perfect to me. 

Life with you is so fun. I could endure anything if you were by my side. 

I will sleep now, and sleep well with you beside me. And tomorrow I’ll wake, and maybe bring you to the brink again before we go to breakfast. I do like it when you beg.

Always,

RAB

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Day 29

My devious Little Prince, 

When you woke me this morning and informed me that you wanted me to fuck you, I must confess that I expected you to take the cage off and let me fuck you. I certainly didn't expect you to pull out a phallus that connects to my caged cock to give you pleasure without taking any myself. You were so smug about it, too, at least until I made it vibrate against your prostate. 

I must confess, however, that I genuinely enjoyed the experience. I've always watched you while I was on top of you, but it is an entirely new experience when I am not clouded by my own pleasure. To focus on nothing more than the tilt of your chin and the color of your cheeks as I pushed you over the edge. I love that I know just a little bit more about you. 

Of course, when you suggested that I carry the phallus until you wanted me to fuck you again, I confess that I did not expect you meant that you would push it inside of me and seal it in. Even more cruel that you expect me to follow you around the castle today with it and a cage. 

I do wonder, at times, about the marvelous things that happen in that mind of yours. What devious things will you think up next? You are so clever and so cunning. As it relates to me, and the ways you wish to be pleased, consider me your willing subject. 

Perhaps, as I sit here on this dreadfully uncomfortable bench–did you charm this bench to always press against the dildo in my arse, or am I just unable to sit in general?–I should try to respond to some of the matters I missed earlier. At least I can think beyond the way that your magic touches my skin the way you left me in your bed yesterday. 

I will, of course, accompany you to Knockturn Alley. If it is to your benefit, I shall always be by your side. Would you like me to wear my auror uniform as we go? Or perhaps merely the wand holster I wear on my arm–if you think you can keep yourself contained when you see it on me. I’d hate for you to lose your mind for me in such a public place. 

I do think that your reduced reliance on dark magic is a good choice. Of course, there will be times that we find it necessary, but your father wielded dark magic as though he’d never considered what light magic could do. I believe that you will be far more powerful and far more effective as a Patriarch for your choice. 

Baby, did you just do something to the dildo? It’s– it’s not vibrating but it’s– it almost feels like it’s moving. Thrumming, maybe. Did you– Oh, what do you have planned for me between classes?

I suspect that Andromeda would steal Narcissa away if she could now, so I suspect that you’re right about her future living arrangements. Neither of you were ever unnecessary, despite what your family might have led you to believe. I hope that Narcissa gets a better future, as I intend to ensure that you get a better future. 

Baby. Please let your class end soon. You have a fifteen minute break now, yes? Please let me be useful to you. Do you think that’s time for your knot to ease out of my hole? I’m desperate for you. 

Yours, desperately, 

Kingsley

K,

Don’t tempt me with thoughts of your wand holster, or I will take you back to that closet we found and take your caged cock in my mouth again. How unbearable for you, to feel the heat of it but be unable to really enjoy things. The way you whimpered will live in my brain until the day I die.

Speaking of Andromeda (sit still, darling, your fidgeting is making my quill shake) she wrote to me this morning requesting a formal audience. Formal meaning she can’t know that I’ve kept you on edge and desperate all day. 

Focus, Kingsley. McGonagall is speaking, and your eyes look positively glassy. 

-RAB

My love, 

It would be easier to focus if you weren't trying to vibrate my prostate out of my very body. Is that your goal? Do you wish for me to come in my pants, in your cage, in front of the Headmistress? 

A formal meeting? From Andromeda? Are you certain it isn't a trap?

K

K,

Yes. I do wish for you to come in your pants, caged and compliant, in front of the Headmistress. I wish for you to come, and then I wish to take you to the nearest supply closet and lick your spend from your thighs. 

I’m only halfway certain that it isn’t a trap, but Andromeda has been surprisingly pleasant as of late and I’ve done nothing to harm Ted, so I feel… approximately safe.

Oh, that’s lovely. I didn’t realize how clearly I could feel the cage through your trousers. I think playing with this will help me focus on my studies.

-RAB

Baby

You're going to make me lose my head if you keep doing that? How can it feel like you are touching my skin even as the cage holds me limp? 

I– mmmm baby–

Are you certain the letter is from Andromeda? It wouldn't be sent by someone else? 

K

K,

I don’t believe you need a head right now, my love. You just need to be at my side, and let me run my fingers over the ridges of this cage as it pleases me. Don’t trouble yourself over the minutia of the magic. Just be mine, and be good.

It’s certainly Andromeda; she delivered it in her usual way, a paper bird nosediving into my face. What’s more, she addressed it to me in a peculiar way that only she would write. I’m certain.

Darling, are you sweating?

-RAB

LP, 

I trust you to recognize it. Any clue on reason? 

Baby, I need– I'm so close. Whisper your command in my ear. If it is to come, I will. If it is to wait, I shall. Anything– anything for you. 

K

K,

The family used to sacrifice a unicorn for every new heir to assure magical power. She has a child coming. Perhaps she wishes this reinstated?

No. I shan’t give you any command. Not until it suits me. For now, I’ve bid you to sit beside me and feel good, and I expect you to continue.

-RAB

LP, 

I am– I am yours to do with as you wish. If you do not desire me to come, then I shall wait. Give me a moment. 

K

I think Minerva may have noticed my breathing exercises, but I am more settled now. I believe I can withstand more of your cruelty now. 

I do not believe Andromeda would ever wish for a unicorn to be slaughtered. Perhaps she has a request regarding Sirius?

K

K,

Salazar but you’re gorgeous. You’re so good for me. You came right to the edge, I felt it, and you backed away for me. I’m so pleased with you. No one has ever had a more dedicated mate in the history of the world. I’m going to make you come after this class, take you somewhere quiet and swallow your moans with my mouth. Lover, you’re perfect, perfect for me. I’m so proud.

Can you continue, love? Can I torment you a while longer? This class is so boring and you are fascinating in every way.

-RAB

(PS) It may be in regards to Sirius. Sometimes Andromeda notices things I do not in regards to him. You don’t believe he’s pregnant, do you?

LP, 

For as long as you want, I am yours to play with. For you, I can be anything, even good.

I do not believe Sirius is pregnant, though maybe that is her concern. However, the potions you gave them should still work. 

K

K,

Is Viola Parkinson looking at you? What a fool. You’re mine. I shouldn’t mind, but you’re delectable like this. I can feel your cock twitching against my hand in tandem with the charm. I wonder how quickly you could come like this—I mean, if I were to let you, how many times you could take it. 

Ah, that’s better. She may miss her eyelashes, but it will be a good reminder for her not to look at what isn’t hers. 

If Sirius is pregnant, I’m kicking Remus down every single staircase in the castle. But how would Andromeda know?

-RAB

Fuck, baby. I love it when you show off your power for me. I nearly came. It was a close thing. I would let you put me on my knees while she watched, let you pet my head while I humped your leg like some feral mutt, only so that they knew you were mine. 

I genuinely do not believe Sirius is pregnant, though if he is, would you want to upset him by hurting Remus that way?

You should, perhaps, stop mentioning pregnancy while subtly fucking me with a phallus. I am moments away from begging you to breed me in the middle of this class. 

K

K,

Would you like that, love? Like if I bent you over in front of all my classmates and fucked you so deep and long that it took? Breed you full of my come until you were sloppy and gaping with it, like you’re a pretty little omega helpless to the scent of alpha? Would you like to be my bitch, Kingsley? 

-RAB

Yes, baby. If you want to take me here, then ask me to bend over, and you may have me. Fill me, for I am desperate to hold more of you, to carry part of you with me always. Make me your bitch, and put your heirs in me. 

Or, if you’d rather not murder your entire class, perhaps take me back to our room when this is over and I shall bend over for you until it takes, as long as it takes. 

K

You’re perfect, and by perfect I mean wise. Because I would murder them, every last one of them. They don’t deserve to see you that way. You would be gorgeous, a work of art in action, a symphony. But they wouldn’t appreciate you, and I cannot allow that. 

Instead, let’s do this: I’m going to rub my thumb over your cock, just like this. And I’m going to fuck you with that cock in your arse, just like that. And you’re going to come for me. Quietly, love. You have two minutes. 

-RAB

If I make noise?

I said to be quiet, didn’t I?

Is there a reason you’d disobey your prince?

I– okay. Yes

Okay

I used the transcription spell again because I cannot hold the quill straight as you do that to me. My whole body is trembling baby oh merlin oh fuck again do that again

My whole body is a livewire for you and

Fuck, baby, I’m having the hardest time not rocking in my seat and I am 

I am 

yours

Oh, King. You’re perfect. And I know, I know the vibrations are so much now, and of course I won’t hold that little whimper against you. But you must remember that I never promised to stop fucking you just because you came. Fifteen minutes left in class, my love. Can you be good for me?

I–

If my love demands it, I shall obey. Tell me what you desire. 

I want you to tell me how it feels. I’m going to keep my hand on your thigh so I can feel your legs shaking under the desk, and you’re going to tell me how it feels. And in fifteen—ah, thirteen now—minutes, I’ll lessen the charms, and we will get up, and I will take you back to our quarters, and reward you handsomely for being so good for me all through class. Say yes.

Yes, always yes. Anything for you. 

I feel– I feel so much. The sensation is too much, edging on painful and then jumping right over that edge. I think, if you were to touch my cock right now, if it weren’t caged away, I would burst into fire in this very spot for the oversensitivity of it. 

Beneath that, beneath the pain of oversensitivity, I can feel the tug of my muscles in my legs, still clenched and unable to let go for the way your hand is on my leg, for the way the phallus moves in my arse. My hands tremble, even as I write and I am–

I am hungry, though not for food. For you. I want you in my mouth, and in my arse. Both, together, at the same time. I want to be so full of you, to be so good for you. To carry your seed and make you an heir. To sit at your feet and let you pet me. To sit here quiet and desperate for as long as you need me. 

My life has no greater purpose than this. 

Kingsley

Oh my love.

You’ve done so very well. No one could please me more than you. You’ve been so good for me, and I’m so proud of you, so I will tell you what comes next.

I’m going to take you from this class. You’ll hold my hand, and I’ll cast a little bubble charm to keep anyone from bumping you in the halls. If anyone stops us, you’re to let me do the talking. You don’t need to worry about anything. I’ll take us back to our quarters, and when we get there, you’re to strip down to the cage and lie on our bed, on your stomach. I’m going to rub your back, just the way you like, and your legs, and your arms, and soothe any ache from keeping them so tight. 

Then I’ll take the cock out of your perfect arse, and you can have my knot in your mouth, if you like. And then you’re going to rest your head on my thigh and drift off while I stroke your head and tell you how perfect, how marvelous, how utterly beyond compare you are. You’re going to think of nothing else except how much you’ve pleased me, how good you are. Do you understand? Do you have any requests?

Please, my love. I only wish for whatever will leave you satisfied. Always. 

My beautiful, wonderful, perfect Kingsley,

I can’t tell you what a gift you gave me today.

I knew you trusted me, of course, but—this was different. This was awe-inspiring, like seeing the ocean or summoning a deity. You placed yourself in the palms of my hands with such utter abandon that it made my heart stop. It was beautiful to see you sink into that headspace, your eyes glossy and your breathing short. I know you would’ve done anything I asked you to do. I felt so alive—and so dedicated to you, so bound to your side. I would’ve killed anyone who bothered you in that place.

You’re asleep now, curled on your side between my legs. I’ll wake you eventually, but I think you should rest for a while. You’ve given so much to me today. I hope you know how much it means to me, and how honored I am that you’d choose me as the receptacle of such trust. 

I—I know you’ve seen me in this place, but it is different on the other end of things. I love you so much, Kingsley. 

I think we will cancel all other plans this afternoon, and I’ll devote it to you entirely. If you wish for me to delay Andromeda’s visit this evening as well, I will do so. I will do anything you need of me. I’m entirely, entirely yours, my love. 

But for now, rest, and I will watch out for you, and keep you warm, and ensure you have only good dreams.

Always,

RAB

My love, 

I’ve only just awoken and you’ve gone to get us dinner. I’m afraid I don’t have the energy now for a lengthy letter, but I wanted to thank you. 

I have never before trusted anyone the way that I trusted you, would never allow anyone to put me in such a vulnerable position, but I have absolute, utter faith in you to keep me safe and whole. I am surprised to say that I enjoyed this immensely. I do not often get the chance to let go so fully, to sink into true relaxation. I don’t think I’ve slept that well since–

My love, would it worry you if I said that I haven’t slept that well since I fell in love with you? I don’t mean for that to worry you, but I think it’s true. When I first fell for you, I worried that it was feelings that would never–could never–be returned. When we were first together, I worried that I would be so endlessly in love with you, but that nothing could come of it, and that would have broken me. When I sent you back home to your family, I worried that they would manage to break you. Since secondary genders returned, I have been restless in my worry for you. 

But now? I think we can be happy, my love. I think we are so close to being well and truly settled. As though we can soon, truly, relax. 

Can you feel it too?

Yours, 

Kingsley

P.S. Allow Andromeda to come tonight. It seems as though it might be important. Let us relax together until then. 

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King,

How ironic that you write of peace just before setting off on a mission of… well, I shan’t call it war, but I know you don’t go as an ambassador of goodwill.

I am glad you rested earlier. I was surprised as well, surprised at how much I enjoyed it. Surprised at how good it felt to have you in the palm of my hand. Surprised at my own feelings; the delight of tormenting you followed by the overpowering urge to care for you. And relieved, too, to see you eventually wake, and look up at me with eyes full of love and desire. 

I think I become myself the longer I love you. I think loving you gives me the space to be who I truly am. 

For example, earlier I was your tormentor, but now I am the man waiting for you to come home. I knew there was no stopping you from the moment Andromeda made her demand. I knew there was no stopping you from the moment you learned what happened. And although I have dismissed it, and insisted it was nothing, and tried to ease your mind… well, it has plagued me, that night with Lucius. I do feel it sometimes. I had thought if I denied it for long enough, it would leave me. Worse things happen. And in some ways it seems nothing at all, but in other ways it has gutted me, changed me, made me feel different. Marked. I told myself it was simply one more mark, that the House of Black has already branded me in so many ways. After all, I sometimes already feel a remnant of the Cruciatus, so what is the feeling of Lucius’s hand on my throat? 

But it does sometimes keep me up at night. It does sometimes make me flinch. 

I admit, I was worried to tell you. I hadn’t intended to. It sort of flew from my mouth at Grimmauld. I didn’t know Sirius had experienced anything similar, and then I admitted it, and—and I was worried, Kingsley, that you might see me differently. I’ve been so worried that you will see all of this ugliness and leave. And so I hesitate to wake you in the night, wondering if this is the time, the straw that breaks the hippogriff’s back, the time you finally grow tired of me.

I know you will be unhappy by the time you read this, but bear with me a little longer. Because this morning, the way you sank for me, trusting me to protect you, to determine what was too much for you, to care for you—I could see so clearly how much you love me. How much you respect me. How knowing all of this has somehow, wondrously, not changed how you see me, or if it has changed, has made you like me more. I can’t explain it but I can’t deny it, because you were putty in my hands, and I know that was the highest, deepest form of trust.

When you slept in my lap, you left your wand on the floor. I’ve never seen you so far from your wand. It was as if you did not remember it existed. Seeing you trusting me with your life, trusting me to keep us safe the way you always endeavor to, I knew you didn’t think me weak. 

And so I can be honest and say I am desperately glad you are dealing with things this evening. It will be a weight off my shoulders. Narcissa will be safe, and maybe I will dream less of Lucius. And if I do dream of him—I will wake you, King. I promise.

I hope you return soon. I will worry for you until you do. But in another way I am fully settled, like you described. I know that whatever comes, you and I will handle it together.

Always,

RAB

Day 30

My lovely, sweetest Little Prince, 

I must confess, I was worried at what I would find contained within this letter. I knew you would write as soon as I left to help Andromeda. I assumed you would worry–which, I suppose you did, but I had assumed that worry for me would consume your every thought. 

I had steeled myself to read of your worry, your unease at me going. I thought I’d find you saying goodbye, as though you believed that I wouldn’t return. I had prepared already, in my head, a letter reassuring you of my strength and my power and, above all, my unavoidable desire to return so I can be near you again. 

Imagine my surprise to open this letter, now roughly fifteen hours after I returned, to find that you are, essentially, welcoming me home. I had not expected to find such a thorough, thoughtful examination of our relationship. I think, perhaps, this little caged adventure has led us to a deeper understanding of each other. I appreciate the promise you’ve made–to wake me, to trust me, to tell me the things that you wish to keep secret. I promise to tell you, as well, the things you may not realize. 

For you see, my dearest, darling Little Prince, keeping my wand with me was never about a doubt of your power or ability–I am not blind, my love, and I know that which you wield as though it were as simple as breathing. It was, in part, an element of my auror training, but much more than that, it was so that I could defend you. If keeping my wand within reach of my fingers saves you from a curse, cast or caught, then I shall keep in with me always. It was never about trust, my love, for I have trusted you since [that first Yule we were secretly together under the watchful eyes of the entire court]. Instead, it was about sparing you. 

I will spare you from every drop of darkness that I can. I know that you will say that you were born of the Darkness, that you grew up with Darkness as your playmate and your first teacher, that you are not afraid of Darkness. However, it does not own you, and I shall keep you from it if I can. 

Which is why I am happy that I could usher Lucius out of your life. He is gone, my love, and he will never bother you again. He did not lay a hand on me. He could not. I did not even give him the chance.

I know you had planned that I would continue wearing the cage for a few more days, but I am glad that you chose to remove it last night. I tasted the bitter tang of Dark Power, the kind that comes to our beck and call more easily than other wix, and returning to the Light is easier from inside of you. 

I believe we set a new record. You took my knot five times. Do you know that you begin babbling in French after the fifth knot? I did not, and I may have summoned your brother to tell me what was going on. I thought you were hurt, or perhaps reciting some ancient Black Family curse because I had injured you. Apparently, even in French, you ramble aimlessly about my knot. You should use Legilimancy on me later so you can see the delightful color of red your brother turned when he had to tell me what you were saying. I was merely happy to find out that you were unharmed, but I laughed once he left, unable to stop myself. 

You’re sleeping in my arms now, your face soft and relaxed in sleep. I’m glad you decided not to go to class today. I’m glad you decided to stay here and rest with me. I think, perhaps, I’ll join you in sleep, and when we wake, maybe we’ll find out what a sixth knot will do to you. Do you think your arse can handle it?

Yours, eternally, 

Kingsley

King,

You—you called Sirius? Sirius saw me knotted ? On… your knot? 

What was his face like

Do you think he lik

Did he say anything or

How long

Oh dear. I’ve spilled my ink pot all over this journal. Only, I was surprised and so curious and now I do believe my quill is going out. 

I did not realize you had called for Sirius. I was, ah, consumed by you. If the cage had given no other benefit, it showed me that you hold a delicious grudge, and prohibiting you from fucking me for a while brings out the best in you. And by the best in you, I mean that even if I had wished to go to classes today, I couldn’t make it there. My legs are still shaking.

But the cage gave us many benefits. A better understanding of each other among them. I knew you trusted me to make an attempt ; I knew you believed that I would give you my best. But I didn’t know you believed my best was any good. I didn’t know you trusted my ability along with my intention. I don’t think anyone has ever trusted my ability.

On that note, ability—it didn’t occur to me to worry that Lucius would best you. His threat is all in social affairs, and you are largely immune to such tactics. Lucius only ever had power over me by means of my inability to fight him. I could not curse him. The Family approved of the Malfoys, and Lucius was more strategically important to my parents than I was. He knew this. He had things to offer my father and grandfather. I did not. That is why he could do what he did.

Such things do not work on you. No, Kingsley, there are few who could harm you. Once I would’ve named Bellatrix among that list, but I was wrong. 

I am grateful that you have removed him from our lives, though. How was Narcissa when you saw her? I presume Andromeda wrote me a note this morning. We are welcome for dinner, although she set it at the absolutely monstrous time of 5; I don’t know what’s wrong with her. Regardless, I would like to have a chance to evaluate Narcissa and determine if she is well. I’ll be sending you to fetch me a Pep Up as soon as you’re done speaking with Edgar.

Narcissa’s return has added more errands for our weekend. I’ll need to make a trip to Gringotts. I’m certain Lucius did not leave her adequately equipped in finances. Did you get a sense of how he treated her? Was she happy to see Andromeda?

Merlin, I’m sore. I’ve just stretched my legs and found them covered with your fingerprints and what I’m certain is a perfect bruise in the shape of your teeth. Perhaps when you finish with Edgar, I can bribe you into using some of that lotion I like. We should probably apply some to your back; I think I may have left some marks there this morning during that sixth knot. I also think our headboard is broken. 

Always,

RAB

(PS) When are your parents due back in England? 

Little Prince, 

What currious ink spills you make. How fascinating that your ink spills seem to increase when they involve your brother. I’m sure there’s nothing there. Merely concern for your brother. 

He did see you, though I kept you draped with a blanket, so he did not see much. Sirius rushed in mere moments after my patronus left the room, wearing nothing more than what I believe was a pair of Remus’s pants, hastily pulled on. He climbed up into the bed, straddling both of our hips as he looked you over, demanding I tell him what was wrong. I said that you had been babbling something nearly incoherent in a language I’m unfamiliar with, and he grabbed your face between his hands to ask you what was wrong. 

You recognized him, of course. I think even in your deepest unconsciousness, you would recognize your brother. You spoke to him, mumbling mostly, and he turned a brilliant shade of red. He translated, quickly, telling me that you said Brother, his knot. I’m wearing his knot. You should look and see how gorgeous his knot is in my arse. You should feel it, brother, his perfect knot in my arse. He declined your suggestion of seeing, and scrambled off of us. I do believe there was a distinct scent of cinnamon as he did, and there might be a slight damp spot on our mattresses. Perhaps I should have the house elves come clean that. Do you wish to call them?

Narcissa is— well, my love, I do not wish to lie to you. I think it was good that we went to get her out when we did. I daresay that I do not think that Lucius was treating her well. I don’t know the extent of it, but I find it hard to believe that a daughter raised in a house that produced Bellatrix and Andromeda could come out so meek without some assistance. She seemed afraid of me, unfortunately, and there was little I could do but give her space. Of course, seeing Lucius out probably did not ease her feelings about me. I am looking forward to seeing how she is adjusting when we go to Andromeda’s for tea. 

Eddie has gone back home now. He apparently just found out that Franklin broke the betrothal with Sirius, and I heard endlessly about it. Which is fascinating since Eddie knew nothing of it. He did ask me what you gave Franklin to break the agreement, and I decided it was better not to say. I do think I deserve a reward for not laughing when he asked. 

Now, my love, I’m on my way home, and I think you should still be in bed. How would you like to take a bath with me? Perhaps that will ease your sore legs. Stay where you are, and I’ll carry you to the tub when I arrive. 

Yours, 

Kingsley

P.S. They’re set to return next week. Mother would like to invite you to dinner, any night you are free. Say the word, and I’ll make the plan. Ardella might be able to make it to, depending on the night, but if that’s too much at once, please say the word. 

P.P.S. Merlin to Arthur, following the first Festival of Kings after Arthur took the crown: Sharing you with the world these last three days has been my greatest joy and my deepest agony. I want to herald you on high, point to you and all the good you have done already for our people, but at the same time, I want to keep you to myself so that no one can attempt to dim the shine of your light. Say that tonight you are mine? Say that you will sleep in my arms and give me the chance to show you what I would do for my king. 

King,

The bath was very nice, and the massage was nicer. For these I will forgive you the terrible teasing regarding my altogether innocent ink blots. As I told you before, we shouldn’t trouble the elves. They’re very busy. Leave them be.

Is Edgar going to pursue Franklin? Should we warn him about Franklin’s tendency towards impolite smiles? Do you think Franklin will be kind to Edgar? I’ve never been close to a Hufflepuff before, and they seem oddly fragile and extremely durable at the same time. All the same, you’ll need to imprison Franklin if he displeases Edgar. Perhaps we could set him up with someone more suitable. 

Speaking of cousins, and family, yes, I should like to be formally introduced to your parents and sister. I could open up a Family house in order to serve the dinner, although not Grimmauld Place. Or are they more modern? Would they prefer a restaurant? I could reserve Le Pantalon Enflammé for the evening. Though perhaps not French food. What cuisine do they like?

I’ve memorized your family tree, of course, as well as the exploits of your family line. I found the immigration documents from when your family arrived in London from Spain, and then again through Spain from Nigeria, and I read your great-great-great grandmother’s journals; well, a translation, as I haven’t yet mastered Igbo. Kreacher’s been practicing the Nsala soup recipe she included in her notes but he’s no hand for it, so I shan’t attempt to serve it to your parents. 

I’m versed in the modern business of the Shacklebolts too, of course; I’ve a copy of your mother’s business dealings and I’ve memorized her business partners, and I paid your father’s assistant ten galleons (you might suggest he raise his prices, darling) for a list of his most recent book purchases. I’ll admit that The Life and Lineage of Snailfrogs was not the most riveting read, but I suppose it’s relevant for a ecological mage. Regardless, I took excellent notes on his ten most recent reads so I shall be equipped to have proper dinner conversation with him.

I am a little concerned at something I read, though. You may be aware that your great-great-great uncle Ikenna and my great-great-great grandfather Delphinus once dueled on the Thames and caused a ruckus with the muggle government. I found it in the journals. Your great-great-great-grandmother said the House of Black was a stain upon the earth and our heads were too big for our hats. Knowing this, what kind of gift should I bring your parents to help them overlook this incident? Perhaps a plot of land? Gold?

I am nervous about dinner with Andromeda and Narcissa tonight. I’m distressed you described Narcissa as meek—she has never been so before. Quiet, perhaps, but always interesting and interested. I can’t imagine her showing fear of you. Narcissa grew up beside Bellatrix and Andromeda; I don’t imagine I’ve seen her afraid in all my life. She and I used to play chess in the Slytherin common room, before she left Hogwarts. She’d recommend books to me. I can’t imagine her meek . Maybe she will be better rested today and back to her old self.

Always,

RAB

(PS) Lover, the architects for our house owled me and wish to know about the library construction. They say it must go on the first floor in order to support the weight of all the books. Or they say they can split the library into two rooms on the second floor, but I know how your eyes light up when we visit libraries with those ladders on tracks, and I insist you have one. Will the second floor be acceptable to you? Tell me honestly, and don’t say yes if you mean no. I know how you like your reading space. 

My darling Little Prince, 

How fascinating that you begged me to fuck you over the edge of the bed and press your face into the mattress. Tell me, did the bed smell good?

I’m not certain that Eddie will pursue Franklin. He is convinced that Franklin has no such interest in him. Though, apparently, he saw Franklin at the Raving Whooper with Ted and Gideon. Maybe the two of them will figure it out if they see each other together like that. 

My love, you needn’t put so much work into meeting my family. They want to get to know you, not as a member of the Black Family, but as the man that I love. 

My mother would like you to come to their house, where she intends to cook for you. No one in my family can recite the family line, and I assure you, they do not expect you to know it. Nor has anyone looked at the immigration documents or read my ancestor’s journal. Though, if you have a translation, I believe my father would be interested in a copy, because he also does not speak Igbo. You didn’t think I spoke it, did you?

And, alas my love, I can see how much work you put into being prepared, but it was likely unnecessary to read all of those books. They are for my father’s work, and he makes a point not to discuss work at the dinner table, with few exceptions. He will likely brush off any attempt to discuss his work and instead focus on you and I. 

Try not to fret, my love. This is not meant to be a test or a challenge, but two families coming together. They’re excited to meet you. There are no other requirements.

Yours, 

Kingsley

P.S. I do love the ladders in libraries. I am unconcerned about whether it is on the first floor or the second. Or, perhaps spanning from the first floor to the second? I trust your judgment. 

King,

The bed smelled magnificent like a bed. You Ravenclaws have the oddest ideas. Really, I think it’s from all the fantasy novels you’ve read. Hobbits and the like. It’s given you a complex.

No, I knew you did not speak Igbo, but I supposed your parents might. I couldn’t find it confirmed anywhere, but I thought it better to be safe than sorry and I… I suppose I may have overprepared. Only, I love you, Kingsley. I love your smile, and your laugh, and your eyes, most especially your eyes, the way they widen when you’re surprised by delight. I love the gentle brush of your fingers on my elbow when you want my attention. I love that you are so discreet in public and so ridiculous in private. I love that you fall asleep so often with your head on my chest, and I love waking up with you sprawled on top of me. I love your expressive face. I love that look of feigned displeasure you give me when I tease you. I love how tender you are, how you place yourself in my hands when you are soft. I love that you will tell me openly when you are sad or hurt. I love that you trust me, and I love that I may trust you, because you will always catch me when I fall. 

And all of this love, it makes me want to be gentle with what you honor. I know you honor your family, I know you love them, and so I wanted to be the very best version of myself for them, to show you how much I care for you. 

It’s just that life is so close to perfect now. My brother is settled, and my life is unexpectedly full of faces I enjoy seeing. I’m fond of Remus and James. I like having them about. I’m fond of Edgar, and fond of Andromeda and Ted, and now even Narcissa will be back in my life, and things are better than I could ever have expected that day you took me aside at a party and introduced yourself and changed my life. 

And you. You are here. You are my best friend, Kingsley Shacklebolt. I would want to spend each day with you even if I didn’t love you, but I do love you, I am in love with you. 

It seems fitting that this notebook is almost full. Perhaps we can pick out new ones together this weekend, before we go to see your family, so that if I have any pressing questions, I can write you a quick note and you can advise me. But–but really, I think it will be perfect, having dinner at your family’s home. If they are anything like you, I know I will love every moment.

Always, 

RAB

Day 1857

Little Prince, 

I stumbled across this notebook when I was looking in the attic for Talitha’s quilt from your godmother. I’ve spent my free time reading through it–most of which while Caelum is tucked against my chest to get him to sleep. 

It’s like a glimpse into a whole other world. We were so young, and all of this was so new. You were so afraid for your brother, we both were, that he might end up unhappy. Which is amusing now. Did you see him tumbling down the hill with little Harry yesterday? He’s so blissfully happy with their growing little family. With our growing family. Did you ever imagine we would be this happy?

You’re working late, and Caelum misses you, and I miss you, so I have been planted in his rocking chair all night. It seemed like a good opportunity to finally finish this notebook. The last page, but truly, the first of our story. 

Come home to me soon, my love, and why don’t we plan for your brother and his husbands to watch the kids this weekend. I want to take you back to my flat, to make love to you on the rug in front of the fireplace like we did the first time. I want to whisper my love into the runes on your chest until it bleeds into the ink. I want to knot you until you speak French again–do you think you still will? It’s been some time since we’ve had enough free time to test out five knots in a row. Perhaps it will take a sixth now, with you growing so accustomed to my knot. 

Let us go back, and show ourselves who we once were and how far we’ve come. Do you think we would recognize ourselves? Would the boy who asked me if his presentation changed things for me recognize the man who makes the earth shake when he walks?

Let us introduce them, and let us show that boy how the story ends. 

I love you. 

Yours, Always. 

Kingsley.