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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.* { Potential 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. ] Tik Tok: @_hav.en_ Instagram: @_hav.en._

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An Anxious Disaster Of A Man (4/4) || Ember

Ellis continued to feed me that way, fingers connecting with my lips and hot food pushing onto my tongue. Eventually, I'd gotten so distracted that I hadn't realized he'd lowered my veil to feed me properly.

 

This wasn't how it was supposed to be. I was supposed to take care of him. Not the other way around. I peeled open my eyes, and Ellis' mouth stretched into a tender smile, like taking care of me was something he enjoyed.

 

But I knew that much wasn't true. I understood my place. I wasn't truly a friend or someone significant to him. Ellis took care of me so I could remain useful. The same way you'd sharpen and polish a sword.

 

You didn't plant apple trees for the joy of it. No, you planted something to cultivate so one day, after it had become bountiful and reliable enough, you could take until nothing remained on its branches, and it eventually withered away, forgotten and mistreated.