just write it all out

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Mr. Right - 01/16/16

"Look, isn't this a lovely dress, darling?"

Scott glanced at the sketch on the paper in front of his mother, trying not to wince at the way the fabric clung to the woman's breasts. "Um, sure." He wilted under his mother's glare until he corrected himself. "Yes, yes, of course."

She smiled, satisfied. "Oh, but I shouldn't show you too much, we don't want you to know what the dress looks like before the wedding."

Scott sighed as he looked back out of his window, staring down at the busy streets below him. Come on, in just a few months this will all be yours. You'll be the king. A few months, he reminded himself. Yet it wasn't enough. He wasn't close to happy.

Having to marry the princess of the neighboring nation - not the most wonderful thing he'd ever done in his life. Nobody had ever asked him if that was what he wanted. But here he was, planning for a wedding he didn't even want to participate in.

"Mother, may I return to my bedroom?" he asked, attempting to sound respectful as his mother had raised him to be and father would have been proud to see.

"Yes, darling. Make sure you're downstairs in time for dinner."

Scott bowed his head and left the room, taking even steps, trying to walk at a normal pace, but as soon as he turned the corner in the hallway, he started running all the way to his room, ignoring the passing glances from the maids and other staff on his way there. He desperately needed to escape, at least for a little while.

Once he got there, he pulled out his music and put it on shuffle, immediately relaxing as the chords swelled to fill the air. He lay down on his bed and sighed. Music was one of few things he could always count on.

Somebody knocked at the door, and Scott lifted his head slightly. "Who is it?"

"Who do you think it is? It's time for your daily afternoon cleaning," a voice floated through the heavy door.

There was another of the few things he could count on. "Come in!"

Mitch opened the door, pulled in a cart full of cleaning supplies, and softly closed the door behind him. "How are you today, sir prince?"

"Not faring too well, peasant maid."

He pouted as he grabbed a feather duster and started running it over the shelves. "Now, that's not a nice thing to say to one of your loyal subjects, Scott."

He laughed. "Okay, yes, you're loyal. But not because you have to be. Because you're my friend."

The manservant blew a piece of hair out of his face and grinned. "I could say the same for you. How was your wedding planning session today?"

"My mother wants Astra to wear a dress that's really clingy, and I'm not sure I like it."

"Well, it's nothing you won't see the night after," Mitch remarked. "Not that's it's anything exciting. That woman doesn't have much to show."

Scott laughed nervously. "Aha, yeah, you're right. I almost forgot about the honeymoon."

The feather duster slowed its progress. "You all right? You've been acting really weird lately." Mitch turned around and made his way over to sit next to Scott. "I know an arranged marriage isn't all that exciting, but you've got to have some sort of interest in it, right?"

The young prince stayed silent.

"I know I've been making some... not nice remarks about her, but honestly, she's gorgeous, and a great woman. You're lucky."

"No, but, the thing is, I don't love her-"

"That's not unexpected-"

"-and I don't think I can."

Mitch frowned. "What are you saying?"

Scott shook his head. "I just.. can't. Love her. Or... or any woman, it seems..."

The feather duster clattered to the floor as Mitch hurried to wrap his arms around the prince, who started sobbing quietly. "Oh, no no, don't cry, it's okay. It's okay to be gay, Scott, are you listening? It's okay."

"I didn't want to tell anyone, but it's been so hard... What am I gonna do?"

Mitch pulled away and held him firmly by the shoulders. "You're going to marry that princess, Scott. And it's going to be okay. I doubt she'll turn you away when you tell her, like I said, she seems to be a great person. And no matter how much you think it's bad for you, she can't refuse to marry you, either. This is a joining of nations. It's all political." Scott started to open his mouth to speak, but he was cut off abruptly. "Just don't let any of the media know until you're ready. Of course people will expect babies, but you don't have to do that. You don't have to hide yourself, either. But you have to go through with this wedding."

"I know," he sighed. "I know." A hiccup jolted his body, and he sniffed, leaning into Mitch's arms again. "I'm just scared."

"That's okay. I was, too, when I came out to you. But it'll be all right. I promise."

Blehehhehehehehehahhahabbhh I don't really know what this was kill me

Yay for weird things where you don't really know what time period it is!!!!!!!!

Requested by an anon in Tumblr, this was a wildcard AU (still don't really know what it was) with the Coming Out trope, so whoever you are, I hope you like it!

I'm signing up for AO3 tomorrow, so hopefully I'll be able to get some works up there and maybe, maybe they'll be seen by more people. Maybe.

The drawing today is a quick digital doodle of Mitch, as the manservant. Angry, apparently. Who even knows anymore.