FrUkUs Omegaverse

Part Fourteen

My brain is a daycare,
Which nurtures my dreams.
My heart is the thing
That helps them to fly.
My mouth is what speaks
And gives my dreams structure.
From pencil to paper
My dreams go to die.

I sighed in frustration. "Bloody hell, it can't be that hard to write a poem! Dammit Shakespeare, you make it look too easy!"
Alfred patted my shoulder comfortingly. "Just do free verse Arthur."
"Ew, no thanks." I wrinkled my nose. "I prefer to get an A."
My assignment for English seemed easy at first. Just make a poem and be done with it. But it just had to involve an event in life. My bloody luck.
"Why don't you write about your true loves?" Francis grinned. "That would be easy."
I huffed. "No, it wouldn't. Everyone at school thinks I'm greedy as it is."
I had hoped that Alfred or Francis could help me out, but all Alfred suggested was free verse and all Francis would suggest was too cliche.
I wanted to write something different. Morose, yet enchanting.

Of course, after I figured out that their wells were dry, and in Alfred's case nonexistent, I gave up.

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Arthur hummed softly as he cuddled between his alphas. It had been his idea to snuggle, and Francis and Alfred had jumped at the chance.
Arthur sighed and Francis propped his head up on his hand. "Is something wrong?"
"No..." Arthur said softly. Alfred had fallen asleep soon after laying down and Arthur didn't want to wake him.
Francis frowned. "You're lying."
"I-" Arthur sighed again. "Neither of you have even touched me after the dance incident. I mean, you barely kiss or hug me, and..."
Arthur shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut tightly. "I feel unwanted..."
Francis pulled him close and kissed his forehead. "Arthur, you will always be wanted by us. Alfred loves you with all of his heart, and I can't imagine being without you."
Arthur blushed and sniffled, tears springing to his eyes. "Y-you didn't have to go and get all sappy on me dammit."
Francis chuckled at Arthur's attempt to hide how touched he was. He hoped he had reassured his omega. He would never leave him.

//the poem at the beginning is mine. Yes, it sucks, I know.