Scomiche One Shots

King*

Wow! This is long. It's got some Scavi, Scawn, and even a little bit of Scolex in there alongside the heavy Scomiche. It's mature and probably incredibly inaccurate but hey! I love Scott and this was a lot of fun!

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It started when I was young. I found myself stealing glances at boys, my attention drawn to them whilst I gave little to none of it to girls.

Kirstin was my best friend, nothing more. A young and sweet princess from a neighboring district whom I had been introduced to as a young prince. We had grown close quickly, her joyful personality addictive.

I valued her friendship more than anything. However, my parents quickly mistook this platonic affection to be more than that.

Our engagement was arranged hastily, and, at the young ages of seventeen, we were wed.

I was grateful she knew of my tendencies. She was more than aware that I was not attracted to her, and I was thankful she wasn't attracted to me.

We were married, officially, but our hearts both belonged to others.

Mine, specifically, was stolen by a beautiful servant boy named Mitchell.

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He had originally caught my eye when I was only sixteen. His smile had shone bright as he talked with a fellow servant, his eyes sparkled.

I had only begun to accept and embrace my homosexuality and I was sure that this boy was special. He was young, I knew that much. He seemed to be my age. His hair was brown and short, trimmed neatly and loosely styled. He wore a light cream colored shirt, neatly tucked into trousers. He was small and I faintly remember wanting to envelope him into my arms.

My conversation with Kirstie had faltered, my attention entirely focused onto this glowing boy.

He had been talking to Avi, a cook I knew well, and I had shamelessly waltzed over to the two of them, interrupting their conversation. Avi had nodded his head in acknowledgement, a "good morning, sir," slipping from his mouth as a deep smooth sound. It was a tone he typically reserved for the bedroom.

"Hello Avriel," I had greeted. I deemed it only polite to acknowledge his full name, unsure as to what the nature of his relationship with this beautiful man was. I knew calling him Avi in front of a mere stranger was not the right call. Avi was personal, and this man didn't need to know the extent of our intimacy. "Would you be so kind as to introduce us?" I gestured to his friend.

"This is Mitch - Mitchell, sir. He's a new servant."

"Ah," I nodded, turning my attention to the brunette. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mitchell. I hope we can get to know each other."

Mitchell smiled, "pleasure's all mine, my Prince."

And that was the first time I had encountered Mitchell Grassi, the love of my life.

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After I had been crowned alongside Kirstie, we had almost completely rehired the staff. Only my personal servants, those who I had grown to see as friends, or lovers had stayed. Kirstie had brought some of her personal servants - a cook named Kevin, and two maids named Nicole and Jeremy.

Since neither of us were romantically invested in our marriage, we often spent our nights apart, either of us able to bed whomever we wished.

I held three lovers, each special to me in their own way.

Avriel was beautiful. His deep voice made the most delightful sounds, and I loved his bright green eyes and dark hair. He often wore it tied up during the day, only letting it down when we met on our nights. He was my most versatile lover, both giving and taking, and I saw him most frequently. Not only did I enjoy bedding the petite man, our personalities clicked. He had a humor like no other and I found myself requesting his presence often, begging him to spend the night. It was shameful behavior of a king, but I would have done anything for my Avi.