Working on more thank-you fic - this one’s for @linzanitee, who requested Cherik, with a pineapple! Have some Regency AU - there’s technically not *a* pineapple, though they certainly play a role…


Charles awakens drowsy and disoriented. Not in his own bed. Not in his family’s London townhome, not at the tumbling-down Xavier estate in the country, and that’s not one of his bedposts, and the bed’s too large—

He bolts upright. His hearts hits his breastbone and rebounds. The bed has curtains, heavy and luxurious; this is a wealthy home, the home of a duke or—

A duke. Or a wealthy man. He catches sight of his own left hand.

He sits very, very still.

Keep reading