Swordcrossed

by Freya Marske

Matti had never lifted a finger in a violent pastime in his life. But right now, experiencing the unusual palm-tingling urge to get his hands around another person’s throat and squeeze, he quite fancied the idea of picking up a weapon.

The homoeroticism of holding a sword to another man’s throat

“There’s nothing for it. I suppose you’ll have to call me Luca.”

Classic Marske “call me my first name” scene!

“Indeed,” said Sofia grimly. “Believe me, there’s nothing romantic about someone who hears the word no and translates it through three books of love poems and his own daydreams so that it means please keep chasing me.”

But this was Matti’s time and he was going to do nothing, nothing, he was allowed. The pleasure of that was almost as sharp and shameful as the pleasure of enforcing idleness in someone as restless as Luca. And it wasn’t a complete waste. Matti knew it; Luca knew it. Something was being brought into balance.

Classic Marske “character leans how to dom” scene /pos

Matti rubbed the first two fingers of his right hand against the side of his leg as he opened the front door with the other.

Oh the two fingers you had in Luca’s mouth this morning? Those fingers?

Matti was so likeable. You could cut him in half like fresh bread and he’d be warm all the way through.

Matti’s own cock twitched. Luca stilled, and then melted even farther against Matti in silent encouragement.

Yeah Luca why don’t you encourage him to fuck you WHILE YOU’RE HIDING IN A WARDROBE. poor decision making smdh

That was enough for Luca. He had been wanting for weeks, and now the desire was large enough and unbearable enough that he couldn’t find it within himself to do anything but take, as he took most things that he wanted, in the end.

And Matti was benefiting. Here was Luca Piere, gorgeous and dishevelled and fresh from Matti’s bed, his lip reddened with Matti’s kisses. There was no reason for Matti to feel aching and hollow, as though hearing a mourning song being rehearsed in another room.

“Oh, forgods’— Lucastian Harte.”

:O

“Fuck.” Luca could have stabbed himself in the hand, because he sounded exactly like what he was: a man about to burst into unattractive tears.

Baby 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

He was tensed for it, but the first blow—blunt and fast, to the side of his ribs—still came as a shock. The ones after that were less shocking, but they hurt just as much.

Noooooo don’t hurt him he’s just a little guy!! And it’s his birthday!! You wouldn’t hit a little birthday boy on his birthday!!!!!!

“Thank you for coming,” said Matti, who had never learned to enjoy being disarmed unless it was— Well. Unless.

Luca was standing on the second step, looking out onto the street. It was a warm, bright autumn day. In the sunlight the back of his head was like—like silk, Matti thought helplessly.

Silly silly silly

“What I want?” Matti sounded hesitant, as bewildered as ever at the idea that what he wanted might be important. It was heartbreaking.

One last secret thrummed on Luca’s tongue as the pieces fell into place, but he swallowed it. He wanted this to be big. This time, he wanted the glorious shattering to be a deliberate act.

The Martens stole the Jays’ ship, repainted it, and called it the Lady Jenny I can only assume dhsjdhdhd

There was a solidity to Sofia’s stance that Luca admired, as though nothing could have possibly thrown her off-balance. She deserved far better than to be someone’s duty, and she clearly knew it.

“Come on, Mayanesh,” said Luca. “How long have you been in love with your brother’s betrothed?”

Thank FUCK

A future expanded like a pool ripple in Matti’s mind, so fresh and so huge that he couldn’t breathe.

Yayyyyyyyyyyy

OH DONNA AND JENNY I GET IT NOW wowwwwww The place where this note is is completely random but it’s just when I realized it LOL

Luca had barely thrown his last sock aside when Matti caught his arm and drew him close.

He took his socks off, that’s how you know it’s really gay

“Does anybody,” said the Deputy Guildmaster, in a tone of faint desperation, “wish to challenge against this marriage?”

This poor guy 😭😭😭

“Really?” Luca’s hand slid around Matti’s neck. People were probably staring at them. Nothing could have made Matti care. Luca said, “Kiss me.” And Matti did.