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The Prince's Villainous Flower [BL]

Prince Reyin is the adopted son of the royal Avalon family, reviled by royalty and upper-class families for his impoverished roots in the barren outskirts of the kingdom. Acknowledged as a worthless royal and loathed openly by his beloved family, he lives an isolated life, tending to flowers and the sick. Despite his circumstances, Reyin’s heart remains soft for those who despise him, and he spends his energy taking advantage of the bountiful resources accommodating a Prince to pursue his calling of medicine. However, any potential for dreams evaporates when a rogue organization burns the Avalon castle to embers. Reyin survives due to being rescued by a mysterious member of the organization—a skilled swordsman named Hael—who claims to be the one who murdered the Prince’s family and hesitates not to pluck people at random to slaughter them. Strangely, Reyin feels blossoms of familiarity whenever he sets eyes upon his captor. As forced proximity has the good-natured Prince relying on the villain, he realizes much too late that perhaps Hael isn’t as villainous as he seems but merely misunderstood. And to save Hael from his damning plunge into evil, fate will require a great sacrifice from them both. *A character-driven story about soulmates, fated phileo love, sacrifice, family, politics, and royalty. This story takes place in the 17th century, in the fictitious kingdom of Avalon, and is written in modern-day English.* { Trigger Warnings: Suicidal Ideation, Self Harm, Trauma from Sexual Assault (panic attacks), PTSD, Separation Anxiety, Obsessive Love Disorders, Substance Abuse, Body Dysmorphia, & Eating Disorders. } [ This story centers affectionate friendships between men. Use of BL tag for bromance. ] ~ 3 new chapters a week! ~ Cover art: Ai Art Generated by lordz___z on Pinterest! Tik Tok: @_hav.en_ Instagram: @_hav.en._ Twitter: @_hav_en

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Love Me/Leave Me Be || Hael

I hadn't meant to tell him. 

 

And I hadn't. Directly stated it. 

 

But I had given him a clue, and it had been ample enough for him to put the pieces together. Even though I'd been so needy for his eyes to change for me before, I'd pulled away when I heard the wheels in his brain turning, terrified I would have been caught on a gear and ground to dust by the calamitous emotions he harbored for me now. 

 

Surely, he was disappointed. 

 

Disgusted. With me. 

 

Just earlier, he had claimed he'd noticed something good in me. He'd unknowingly been blinded by his own light and mistaken it for mine. The good he'd thought he'd seen was just a fond memory of who I used to be. But even as a boy, I hadn't ever been…good. Just innocent. And young. And naïve. And incapable of influencing my circumstances. Of owning fate. 

 

What Reyin had seen in me had been a mere projection of the good in himself.