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Pining Through Calamity (Bromance)

Two hundred years ago was the domain war between humans and elves. The result: a third of the human world seized by the elven power. Ruith is a gentle and sensitive elven prince, too passive to succeed his father, the king of Ophinem’s Meadow Province, now that his elder brother has passed away unexpectedly. Simon is a dutiful and heroic human soldier, willing to sacrifice anything to provide for his family in the slums. However, he is dying from a disease even the military’s advanced technology cannot cure. Time for him is running out. When the two encounter by chance in the human world, an instant and adoring friendship blooms. Too consumed with each other, their demanding responsibilities are forgotten until the antagonism their races hold against each other catches fire. Together the pair faces severe consequences for their forbidden bond that they desperately attempt to overcome in order to escape another war that could eradicate everything they love and pry them away from each other. A character-driven story about opposing worlds, forbidden bonds, royalty, politics, magic, religion, and philia love. {Warnings: contains angst, betrayal, violence, revenge, and mentions/depictions of suicide & self harm.} *Note*: In this story, elves are reinvented according to my imagination and how their design will nourish the plot. They do not follow the rules traditional to their design. [ This story centers affectionate friendships between men. ] Cover art: Ai Art Generated by Hamzataliu on Pinterest! Tik Tok: @ _hav.en_ Instagram: @_hav.en._

_Haven · ファンタジー
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Soaring Hope Leads To Falling Heroes (5/5) || Simon

My eyes bulged, gaze frozen on Nell's still body, almost too afraid to witness the blood I knew was to come. Heat thrashed and incinerated the walls of my chest, creating a burning rage that had my fists curling violently. I finally snapped. I didn't care about the risks. I didn't care about the consequences. I needed to go to my friend. I needed to make sure she was still breathing

Ruith held me back, his grip firm and almost painful on my bicep.

"Let go of me!" I shouted. Begged. I thrashed in his hold, prepared to pull my arm out of its socket if I needed to. "I need to go to her!"

"Don't tell me you three didn't come here prepared to die." The Chief turned his gun slowly to me, amusement across his face. "Choose."