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Hello, sweetie!! (I'll go by mint anon.) I hope you're having a great day! :) [apologies for my shitty English- its my third lang] I've been reading your work for a while and I love you and the fics you write!! (sending you a hug, I read that you were raised w abandonment issues, and I cried reading that piece, you're so sweet... :( Ily, I hope you know you're a shinning star and make me smile with your work, so, thank you for existing!) Well, I'd like to request a fic, where Leon is a little bird like creature (who can become human), who comes by reader's window often, after reader did a good deed for the bird (like giving it berries from her garden or maybe nursing its injury??) Maybe Leon knows reader in his human? (idk, you could do whatever you think would go with the story) Ig Leon falls in love with reader as time passes and he keeps visiting her place and later he spends time w/ reader irl and reader falls in love w leon as well???--- sorry its so long :/
I hope my request isn't too vague or too limiting either (if that makes sense) I get how this req may sound really cringe and you should totally ignore this if you dont like it.
this is my first time requesting anything from anyone so im a little nervous :)
If you do write this, PLEASE feel free to change the story as you wish! (---pleaseeee)
ILYYY SWEETIEEE (Big fat smoochhh)
-mint anon🍀
OMG YOU DONT KNOW HONORED I AM?? FIRST OF ALL IM SO GLAD U CAME IN AND SAID THAT IM SO HAPPY I MAKE U SMILE? TODAYS BEEN A SHITTY DAY SO SEEING THIS WAS ACTUALLY SO AMAZING ILYSM MINT ANON 😍😍😍😍 ALSO UR FIRST REQUEST IS ME AHAHAHAHHAHAHHHHH THIS IS SO EXCITING!!! TYSM!!
and ONGG THIS IDEA IS SO GOODDD LITERALLY I FEEL LIKE I RUSHED IT A LOT BUT LIKE HONESTLY? IM SO DONE WITH SLOWBURN LIKEEEE UHMMMM
(ALSO ITS NOT ME IF ITS NOT ANGST HEHEHEHEH)
HERES THE LINK
DO YOU WANT A PART TWO? I MEAN I THINK I COULD WRITE ONE BUT IDK WHATEVER YOU WANT IM GOOD WITH!
LYSM AND DONT BE AFRAID TO REACH OUT AGAIN FOR ANOTHER REQUEST!! HAD A LOT OF FUN WRITING THIS ONE HEHEHEHE
Heyy! its mint anon, (again)
I forgot to mention this in the prev ask (IM SO SORRY)
the fic i requested, the bird one, I did request this to another writer as well, Uncouth-the-fifth on tumblr, HOWEVER, I've seen writers mention requesting fics from different writers at a time is offensive, so I'm very sorry if that's the case. :(( You really shouldn't write it if so. I didn't mean to do anything hurtful.
This is my first time requesting anything from anyone, so I might have messed up. :(
AGAIN, I'm very sorry for not mentioning it earlier.
oh my god ofc not!! dont be sorry ily <3
i can see why people might think that something like that is offensive and all but i really have no problem with it! sometimes you might like the way someone else writes but they never respond to you, so you reach out to others! i completely get that!
really im good with it!! if you ever have thoughts im always free to yap and ill love seeing u in my inbox from here on out!
OMGG SWEETHEART! Its Mint anon! I just read Feathered Fiend and I'm eating it up rn, its SO GOOD! The sweet, sweet angst omg, thank you for writing it! I LOVE IT! A part II w/ the war sounds so cool! Take your time, though :) There are so many fics in your wip list, i can sniff whatever you'll cook up is going to be great!! i look forward to see where you take this 🫂
sending you a big hug, -mint anon 🍀
TAYAYYAYAYAYA66A IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT?? YES FS ILL HAVE A PART 2 OUT SOON!!!
HUGGING U EVEN HARDER 🥰🥰 AHHH THIS MADE ME SMILE SO HARDDDD
hihihi You cant spell Sweetheart without ATE. You deliver so hard w your work
Im still not over your interpretation of the bird story.
I have an important exam tomorrow, I might end up writing some bird Leon shii on the answer sheet. Am I cooked? -Mint anon, again 🍀
AWWWW 😍😍 UR TOO NICE TO ME STOPPPP my job is to deliver!!
if you write bird leon on the exam i think you should get 100 🫡🫡 GOOD LUCK THO!! IK UR GONNA DO GREATTTT
Beast
He took you with him to his haven in the woods, against your will, but you've grown used to him. Betrayal falls from your fingertips, the glinting blade you've always held.
read part one here !! (wont make sense until you have)
a/n: mint anon ilysm i really appreciate the support and ill always love you !! i hope you enjoy this final part, ik its a bit rushed but im working on a lot of other things rn ! requests always come first tho ! <3 lysm would love ur feedback and take on this!
tw: angst, major character death <- thats literally me bro, non explicit nsfw? i think? idk anymore mentions of war and stuff
wc: 2.5k
They arrive the morning after, when you’re still numb with grief, forced to face the people that have Leon’s mystical sheen, the ethereal, otherworldly glow that you grew so used to seeing only on him. It looks strange, unnatural on the duo standing in front of you.
“It has come to our attention that my son,” the man, hands cupped in a somewhat whimsical manner, grits out, “is being held prisoner in your dingy dungeon.”
“More than what he deserves, the beast,” your mother scoffs into your ear, leaning back at a sharp glance from your king. His Highness turns back to your visitors, standing precariously at the edge of the drawbridge, as if entering is declaring things you should not speak of.
“He impersonated us,” he says, eerily calm. “You, of all, should understand how insulting that is.”
“And we formally apologize on his behalf,” he retorts. You can see Leon pass in shadows, in the way his mouth tightens when he’s irritated, in the fringe that covers his eyes, far older and wiser than the man you thought you knew.
“How would you like to apologize for the death of this maiden’s father?” The king nudges you forward with his scepter, and you stumble towards them. Their gazes are uncaring as they scan you, eyebrows raised as if to mock your expression.
"We know nothing of this," the man answers sternly.
"Our son would never harm an innocent," the woman clinging to his side, who you assume to be his wife, adds.
"And yet your boy wore our faces to deceive the people," your king reminds them coolly.
"If what you claim is true, justice must be served,” Leon’s father says slowly. "We wish only to see our son. If you accuse him of crimes, let him defend himself before you in a court of law."
“We are far past the court of law,” one of the knights bursts out, stepping forward. You recognize him as one of the men always surrounding the king, perhaps a member of his personal guard. His eyes are crazed as an identically dressed man pulls him back. “Your son deserves nothing but-”
“Child,” the king interrupts, turning to you and nodding thoughtfully, stroking the slight stubble growing on his chin. “You were there. You know him best. Tell us what you think.”
Leon’s mother sneers at you. “The nerve of your tyrant king, keeping innocents locked away under some false pretense no doubt. Mark my words, he will pay if any harm has come to my boy,” she hisses angrily. “Watch what you say around us, mortal.”
You shift uncomfortably, glancing at your mother. “Your son is not what he says. It is true, he killed my father in the woods. But… I do not believe him to be a bad man.”
You wince at the collective gasp that comes from your people. Your king steps away from you, as if you have suddenly caught a strange disease with your words.
“Nevertheless,” he remarks, as if you had never spoken. “If you want your son, you will have to fight for him.”
Whenever something like this has been declared, you have always seen anger flare to life in the opponent’s eyes, making them seem insignificant, not truly something to consider. But it is unsettling, the level looks on their faces.
Leon’s father cocks his head to the side, and you swear that it’s not him anymore, but his son, standing there in front of you, a taunting smile tugging his lips in the opposite directions.
“If that is what you wish.”
They didn’t look back.
Dinner that night is served with an awkward silence, as your mother’s eyes bore into you across the table, asking the silent question that you don’t wish to answer. Eventually she outright expresses her outrage, slamming her hands down onto the table.
You solemnly watch a blueberry roll down the tablecloth, plopping onto the floor with a sad squishing sound. “Ma, yes, I know. But you told me to be honest!”
“Because I thought I changed your mind,” she seethes, cold heartedly, fingers clenching into fists. You get the feeling she’s itching to mess up your face. “But evidently, I was wrong.”
“You’re the only one who'll never understand,” you mumble, reaching for the glass of juice near you. It seems strangely dark for apple juice, but you must’ve requested something else. Things seem to slip from your thoughts more and more often now, especially when your mom stares at you, looking down at you like you’re just a small child, confused, like it’s all your fault.
“There will be a war,” she calls out as you excuse yourself, storming as quietly as you can away from her, away from the sense of agony that floats around your mother, threatening to infect you as well. “I hope you realize you are the cause.”
Her words echo through your head, thoughts that swirl in a hazy mess, refusing to settle. Your head feels fuzzier than usual, dark shapes dancing at the edges of your vision even with eyes closed tight.
You toss and turn, kicking off sweat-soaked sheets as you abandon your futile attempts at rest, bolting upright, gasping, staring wild-eyed into the inky blackness that fills an area that you can’t see yet.
Dawn’s rosy fingers stretch across the sky, chasing the cotton clouds. Blinking your gummy eyes open, panic sets in when unfamiliar surroundings come into focus.
Rough wooden walls greet your bleary vision, the low ceiling beams dotted with bunches of drying herbs, their aroma lingering in the narrow bars of pale morning light that filter through a small window, doing little to illuminate the single sparse room.
Your frantic mind races to piece together how you've come to be in this place instead of your bedchamber. The last thing you recall is fitful dreams amidst the calm night.
A creak of floorboards causes you to start, snapping your head toward the noise. An old woman stands in the open doorway, regarding you with keen interest.
"Awake at last, are you?" she rasps, hobbling closer. "We’ve been waiting quite a while. Our prince must not know you as well as he thinks, hm?” She winks, the sunkissed skin around her eyes wrinkling.
Alarm courses through you at her words. “Sorry, what prince?”
She laughs, a loud, booming sound you don’t even begin to expect from such a fragile looking woman. “Why, dearie, you know him quite well!”
Dread replaces the alarm, throbbing in time with your heartbeat as you shakily stand up, feeling faint, sunlight warming your skin quickly. “Are we in the forest?"
“Of course,” the old woman croaks. "The prince entrusted me with overseeing your recovery!”
Shivering, you clutch your head, images from tortured dreams flickering at the edges of memory. "Recovery? Did he drug me?"
The crone cackles again. "Always straight to the point, that’s our prince! Yes, I've a potion or two up my sleeve. But fear not, it was for your own protection. Forces stir in these woods that seek to threaten the royal line, dear."
Unease coils in your gut like a serpent. "Then I must return at once. My kingdom needs its ruler in these troubled times." You stride for the door on unsteady legs.
”Not the human kingdom, dearie,” she chastises, tugging at your sleeve to maneuver you back to the simple bed. “Our kingdom.”
You pause, confused by her strange words. “Pardon?”
She beams, and for the first time, you feel fear. Her outwardly innocent appearance masks a mad woman, you realize.
“You aren’t too bright, are you? No matter, the princess requires little to no intelligence, yes?”
“Princess?” You frown. “Who’s the princess?”
Her grin grows, revealing crooked, uneven teeth sparkling in the gray dawn. She steps to the side, showing the open door, and the figure leaning against the wall.
“You.”
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They have started a war. Fools upon fools sent into the forest, like they’ll find you from mere scouting. The forest is a dangerous place, but how would they know? Locked up behind their walls, deeming it safe, never truly understanding the beauty of nature without seeing it.
Nor its dangers.
“I demand to be sent home,” you say definitively, as if they would ever listen, scuffing your foot on the dirt, smearing it on the gnarled roots of the tree.
“You know I cannot allow that,” Leon murmurs, reaching up into his hair to scruff his already tousled locks, letting them fall back, shadowing his eyes. “I cannot let you go.”
“Can you not hear?”
"Why do you persist in asking when you know my answer must remain the same?" Leon replies, frustration creeping into his tone. "We've had this discussion many times."
"And I will keep having it until you see reason!" you retort. "I don't belong here against my will, lest be your bride."
Leon sighs heavily. "If it could be different, I swear I would change everything. But fate is cruel, no?" A lopsided smile curves his lips.
"So I'm to be your prisoner forever?" Heat rises in your cheeks at the indignity of belonging to him for eternity. "Keep me locked up here while the rest of the world passes me by?"
"It's not like that and you know it," Leon says, worry lines creasing his brow. He paces a few steps before turning back to you. "I'm responsible for keeping our secrets safe. Forgive me for prioritizing that over your temporary discomfort."
You bite back a retort, longing to wipe that sadly sympathetic look from his face. Carnations could not hold a melting candle to the flush that dusts his cheeks as he entwines his hands with yours, linking your fingers together.
“I promise I will make your life as perfect as I can,” he vows, sounding as sincere as you’ve ever heard him. Then again, how would you know? You believed him like a fool when he charmed his way through your carefully built fortresses, prodding at your heart like a madman, wanting to love you.
“I will hold you to that,” you mumble, biting your lip. He rests a hand on your chin, and tugs at the bottom of your mouth, gazing down at you with so much adoration it wells up in his peacock feathered eyes, irises the most vibrant shade of rainbow gold.
“You are fated to me,” he whispers against your ear, cupping your neck, hands dipping further down your back. “I should hope that brings you joy. I am still the same man you fell in love with.”
“Was the deception necessary?” you ask quietly. “Why could you not have told me, about my father, or of your true identity?”
“I am no fool,” he sighs against your skin. “I would’ve lost you. How you were when you had to leave me, I assume.”
“Heartbroken,” you admit, leaning back into him, melting into the whole of him, feeling separate from the world while the forest watches you, alone and not all at once.
“Well, it is good you have me to help mend it.”
His grin is the crescent moon that shines so brightly, reflecting off the sheen of sweat coating your skin, eyes the twin stars that sparkle around it.
And if his lips are the moon, and his eyes are the stars, then his mouth…
Oh, his mouth is the vast sky.
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You would always recognize those amber eyes, any day, any place, any time because they are the mirror to your own, depths of tar, emotions slowly dragging across the orange liquid, a fossil preserved in time.
And those eyes peer back at you on another nightly stroll, mere hours until the wedding at dawn, irises hidden in the bushes, and Leon doesn’t notice the soft rustling. You wonder how his keen ears have missed it, but perhaps your breathy whispers in them have muted it.
You grit your teeth when he tenses against you, sensing that you are not alone. He keeps an arm barred against your waist, pinning you against the chipped tree trunk as he twists over his shoulder to scan the clearing.
A flower waves goodbye to you, disappearing between the leaves, and some part of you hopes Leon notices it, grabs your hand and rushes away, vanishing into the thick, mysterious forest.
But he doesn’t. His eyes stay fixed on the bushes, trying to make anything out, and you wonder what’s got him so preoccupied, what’s got his mind racing.
The knife, your mother’s voice whispers in your ear, and you can hear it, truly, but Leon doesn’t, so you wonder whether it's true. The leather handle glints in the moonlight, shadowed by his broad frame.
Your fingers snake around it, and for a few moments you aren’t even aware of your actions until the blade is buried deep into his skin. Warm liquid seeps from the intrusion as you freeze, dragging your eyes up, meeting Leon’s thunder lit eyes.
A broken sigh escapes his lips, through his parted teeth a torrent of ruby cuts off his air supply, sending him stumbling back from you. Instinctively you rub the area he had pressed against so roughly, already losing him.
He reaches out for you, fingers grasping at the air as he falls, however graceful as a little feathered fiend down on the dead foliage, where you had both tread mere hours ago, the bitterness you once felt towards him completely gone as he discussed your future.
Children. A boy, maybe two girls?
An empire. Anything you want, my princess.
Perfectly fine, in your eyes. You love him, don’t you?
But now here he is, lying on decaying foliage, strawberry-blonde locks spread out in a widening splash of red, a crown on his peaceful face. He doesn’t stir.
The air is thick with the earthy scent of damp soil and decaying leaves, mingling with the sweet, faint aroma of blooming honeysuckle nearby, sweet like your mother’s scent as she gathers you in her arms, a caring gesture, but the knife slips from your trembling fingers.
“You’re safe now, don’t worry, you’re with me now,” she coos, a gentle breeze whispered through the trees and past the shell of your too red ears, making the branches sway as if they were dancing at your demise.
And you’ve wished for this so many times over the weeks.
Wished to be back in her arms.
But in some cruel twist of fate, you don’t anymore.
Your eyes are stuck on Leon’s limp body, as it dissolves into feathers, paintbrushes coated in the crimson of his blood, that, just like you, are gathered between the wind’s caring fingers and swept away, just like that.
Your father was killed by his hand.
He was killed by your hand.
So it seems that there has always been a monster in you, too.
How would your mother put it?
A shaky smile spreads across your face as you tug her in further, imaging her voice in your head, just as you had with the knife.
A beast.
anons list!! <3
never thought id be making one of these!
theres a first time for everything, huh?
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🍀 mint anon <3 -
lil bird leon hehehehe AHH FIRST ANON (tbc as we talk more!)
🤍 white heart anon <3 -
supportive, lovely, total sweetheart ! (tbc as we get closer!)
🦈 shark anon <3 -
ahhh words of encouragement hehheheheh cant wait to get to know u! (tbc as we talk more!)
Hi Sweetheart <3 Its mint anon I read part II of the fic rn and OMG its so good Thank you so much, love! I idk if its just me but whenever the mother comes up I think of mother Gothel 😭 that was a delicious story, thanks for feeding me, sweetie :)) So, I hope your day went well, sending you a tulip for good luck! 🌷
Ily! Mint anon.
NO NEED TO THANK FOR FOOD !! IM SO GLAD IT WAS OKAY ENOUGH FOR U!
MOTHER GOTHEL 😭😭 I TRIED PROTRAYING A MAIN CHARACTER WHO GASLIT HERSELF INTO THINKING HER MUM ACTUALLY CARED FOR HER SO THIS MEANS A LOT TO ME!
my day went really well thank you sm for the tulip!! im sending u back a rose and hope that ur entire week is amazing!!🌹
YAYY!! WELCOME BACK!! Glad you're ok and happy :) hehe looking forward to seeing you on my dash again :3 -mint anon 🍀
THANK YOU MWAH 😘😘
hehehhee looking forward to cooking up new stuff.... MISSED ALL OF YA!!
khshajkjshhh :(( ___kinda like a rant about many desi parents, includes topics of anxiety and childhood problems. pls ignore if youre uncomfortable!___ HELLO, SWEETIE!! its mint anon 🍀 ISTG- some desi parents have that generational cycle of embedding fear in their children. I mean, throughout my childhood, my parents have done this. they want "respect." Anything they want, they'd just force me into it by instilling fear as to what will happen "otherwise." Good grades? scare me shitless through strange methods so fing bad I have this HORRID anxiety and stress that affected me PHYSICALLY through out my school years all circulating my grades. and they justify their actions saying children owe it to parents?? their children HAVE to respect them and *obey them?? for what? My mom bought smthing up recently and it was really triggering and i needed to rant. IM SO SORRY FOR THIS THOUGH- ITS SO RANDOM but i cant talk to my friends about this, so i run over to tumblr and anon someone i dont even know irl :/ All that aside, Im so glad you're back, love!!! so much to catch up on!- low key ghosted tumblr for a while but im back and ready to devour everything October has to offer abt re :3 cant wait for your next posts <3 -mint anon. :)
OH NO 😭😭😭 MINT ANON I HOPE YOU KNOW YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD
and YES! the fact it's only about owing them because "who gives you a roof to live under, food and water" THOSE ARE BASIC NECESSITIES I SHOULDNT HAVE TO OWE YOU FOR KEEPING ME ALIVE???
desi parents mean well but it's hard to find that when they're acting like that, yk? good grades have always been the staple of my childhood i could get a's in everything but suppose i get a b in math it's somehow irrelevant that im an otherwise straight a student
if you haven't gotten away from them, i hope you keep your head high and never let them get to you!! i love you so so so much and im so happy u were comfortable coming to me with this
I CANT TALK TO MY FRIENDS ABT IT EITHER even my best friend like she'll never get it the way i do cause even tho her parents r also asian they're not my parents level AT ALL.
so ofc! stop by anytime if you need to talk, and always know that i love you 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽