Thai BL- One Shots

The Duke and I

AN: An 18K historical Bridgerton inspired AU because I want Gemini and Fourth pretty in period costumes, being pretty and rebellious and falling in love. All fluff!

Fourth wished he had been born a beta, truly he did. A sigh escaped his lips, soft and barely audible, yet it carried the weight of years of unspoken resentment. He sometimes envied his beta older brother Mark, a sentiment he dared not utter aloud in his family home. Mark seemed to possess the boundless freedom to chase every fleeting whim of his heart.  He was currently somewhere across the Indigo Sea, sending back postcards depicting exotic landscapes and daring escapades, tales that ignited a fierce, caged yearning within Fourth’s own chest.  And yet here was Fourth, Nattawat Jirochtikul, the beautiful omega son of Lord and Lady Jirochtikul, a noble family steeped in the rigid traditions of their lineage, meticulously preparing for his debut season now that he had reached the ripe age of twenty-one.

He hated it. The word simmered in his mind, a rebellious ember refusing to be extinguished. Gone, banished to the realm of cherished memories, were the days of sun-drenched afternoons spent swimming in the crystalline lakes nestled in the foothills, the thrill of breathless hikes up rugged mountainsides, the triumphant climb to the highest branches of ancient trees in the royal gardens, their leaves whispering secrets to the wind. No. Those untamed joys were now relics of a bygone era.  Now, he must embody the poised, elegant, and flawlessly graceful omega that his parents had so painstakingly – and expensively – cultivated.

He was a prized creation, sculpted by etiquette lessons, dance practices, and endless pronouncements on proper omega decorum. He knew he was beautiful; it was a truth he had heard echoed throughout his life, a constant refrain that had, begrudgingly, ingrained itself into his very being.  Mirrors confirmed it, portraits immortalized it, and the hushed whispers of admiration in every room he entered solidified it further. But beauty felt like a gilded cage when all he craved was the untamed wilderness beyond its bars.

The expectation was suffocating. He was expected to captivate a suitable alpha – preferably one of noble blood and considerable wealth – during the debut season.  This alpha would then choose and pick him, as if he were a particularly exquisite bloom in a royal garden.  Fourth would then dutifully sire pups, manage the household with impeccable efficiency, and dedicate his life to keeping his alpha content. The very idea sparked no flicker of appeal within him, only a chilling sense of being trapped, of having his vibrant spirit slowly dimmed under the weight of societal expectation.

His best friend, Phuwin Tangsakyuen, an omega of the same age and also navigating his debut season, was, to Fourth’s perpetual bewilderment, genuinely excited.  They were kindred spirits in many ways, yet fundamentally different.  Both were, by societal standards, unconventional omegas. Phuwin was hardly known for his meek submissiveness; his wit was as sharp as polished jade, and his opinions were delivered with a delightful lack of deference that often sent polite society into delicate palpitations.  And Fourth… well, Fourth was simply Fourth: a whirlwind of restless energy, a seeker of adventure, utterly unlike the docile, domestically inclined omega that society so rigidly prescribed.

But their divergence lay in their desires. Phuwin, despite his rebellious streak, genuinely yearned for marriage and children.  He spoke of creating a warm home, of the joys of raising pups, a vision that held no allure for Fourth.  He dreamed of maps, of compasses, of languages whispered in far-off lands, of sunrises witnessed from mountaintops and sunsets painted across foreign seas.  Marriage, in his mind, was an anchor, tethering him to a life he was already chafing against.

“Don’t look so down,” Phuwin chirped, breaking into Fourth’s brooding reverie as they sat amidst the flurry of dress fittings and floral arrangements that marked the frantic preparations for the season.  “Who knows, you might just find an alpha who does want to travel the world and take you with him.”  Phuwin’s words dripped with playful sarcasm, the corner of his lips curving upwards in a knowing smirk.