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Thank you but the woman is so amazing are you anymore of that or are you working on it as if now??? Loved the series💗💗

I’m still working on it yes! If you want to request something with the Woman then I’d happily do so! ^^ And thank you!! :D I’m glad you’re enjoying it

So I wanted to ask what random a do you write for

I write for a lot of fandoms if that’s the question, as of now I mostly focused on Centaurworld but I’m open to writing outside of it. For instance if you want something with an otome game, anime, manga, or a cartoon I’m for it! Though ultimately it depends if I know what the fandom is and what character you’re asking for

Do you still write??

Sorry for the late reply! But yes, I do ^^ is there anything you want to request?

Elktaur/Reader/Woman PT. 6

You awoke to laying on your couch, shaking and pale, stricken with sweat as a blanket was softly laid over you and some food that went and got cold sat on your coffee table while a note was gently folded and left behind next to it. Your body’s quakes and shakes weren’t helping the nerves, hoping it was all a dream and maybe it was just the kelptaur that warped your mind and maybe it was just Elktaur that came and saved you. Yet you knew, what with your sprained ankle and the dirty hoof prints on the ground on par with a set of human boot prints, he must have done something terrible. You slowly edge yourself off the couch, making sure that no one was home with you before you jumped off the couch and grabbed the note. You hesitated of course, you knew that if you unfolded it then it would lead to something you didn’t want to think about. You didn’t want to think that you had a part in making Elktaur tear himself apart after telling him to not do it, you knew you did all you could to convince him otherwise to solve his problem in a simple way. Not whatever this was! You quiver and shake, holding the paper close to you and feel the sting of tears collect around the rim of your eyes before standing up and began your long walk to his home, this situation was horrid to think about but- it brought to mind his question the last time you saw him. Would you love him as he is? A centaur? Your face flushed red from both frustration and at the mere thought of loving him like he proposed, you still loved the princess but you now cared for him. How would you even deal with that and then this? Your heart and mind ached for the answers while you trudged onward, letting your twisted ankle slink against the ground while you walked the path down the cobblestones, down the docks, down the town to the very outskirts and felt drowsiness cling tightly to you. Again, the scarce passerby and their eyes lingered wearily on you or ignored you like clockwork. It felt like a loop, to go through this again, and now you’d break it by finding Elktaur to confront and convince him not to split himself apart like he had done. You reached his front door soon enough, knuckles connecting on the door to knock yet it only creaked open and you felt unease thrum through your veins. The rutabagataur was nowhere to be seen and neither was the elktaur, meaning both were somewhere else, you grit your teeth while questioning whether it was right or wrong to go snooping around just to make sure nothing shady happened with the elktaur but you.. You pinch the bridge of your nose, “Elktaur? Are you home? I need to talk to you,” you called out, recalling how you brought shortbread sandwich cookies and excitedly showed them off to his rutabagataur, the little memories of being here were brought back to you. You had even spent the night, slept in the same bed as him after you both battled over the couch so the other could sleep on the bed. You stumble into his home, grimacing at the pain in your ankle but you continue on anyway without a fret for the injury. You were about to begin your search on what he could be hiding from you but the clutter of hooves and rustle of clothes alert you to the approaching elktaur who had likely just woke up. You suddenly dip into a hiding spot by the kitchen, overhearing and seeing him head toward the door and then the confused look around, “I thought… Oh, who am I kidding? She wouldn’t want to see me again.. Not after…” He bit his tongue, hitting his palm against his head before going to the door and closing it with a lock, “Pretending and preposterous,” he seethed, “And dumb.” Elktaur began to his workshop after slipping on a tawny brown cloak over his shoulders, not noticing you were inside yet to which gave you the chance to find out more than what he’d likely tell you. He began to sing, arms spread out as he ran his hands through his pretty locks of ebony hair, “How did I live? Was I kind enough and good enough?”

Elktaur’s voice was soft and smooth, questioning whether this life he lived was good enough and whether it was even worth living this life anymore. This life of a centaur who would never be seen as anything but, a stupid centaur with terrible human and stench. You feel your heart break as he sang, approaching one of his work benches and seeing him circle a desk where his sawed off horns lay made you tense yet again, “Did I love enough?” He let his fingers trace the base and then the branched out antlers with an unspeakable emotion? “Did I ever look up and see the moon and the stars and the sky?” His eyes then looked back to something completely shroud in a blanket, turning his body toward it and gripped his arms with his head dipped down, “Oh, why have I been sleeping? They say we are asleep until we fall in love,” slowly his hand climbed up to his chest and squeezed his half buttoned vest with a scoff. “We are children of dust and ashes but when we fall in love we wake up and we are a god and angels weep,” he shook and quaked, bending to grab the blanket and drank in the sight of his machine and the Rift Key stuck in it, you remember the pieces as what Princess described to you once when you asked about what she and him were doing outside, you felt your throat dry upon realizing what this meant. He really did pull himself apart and now he put himself back together? But for what? “But if I die here tonight, I die in my sleep,” he growled out, slamming his fist against the wall in frustration and irritation, the other hand ran through his thick hair while shaking his head furiously; “All of my life I spent searching the words of poets and saints and prophets and kings!” He turned on his hind legs, hoisting the machine onto a platform to wheel it out, “Now at the end all I know that I've learned is that all that I know is I don't know a thing!” He practically yelled out, knowing no one else was around because it was finally the time to finish the job and ensure that he’d do this for you. “So easy to close off, place the blame outside!” His arm thrusted out, waving off the consequences he knew would happen if he went on with this decision, “Hiding in my room at night, so terrified! All the things I could've been,” he approached the rippling green gate of the Rift and you silently followed him out with a limp in your step. You wanted to stop him but the words died in your throat as his aggression grew, “But I never had the nerve! Life and love, I don't deserve!” You swore, despite standing behind him, that tears fell from his eyes as his hooves heavily thumped against the cobblestone and felt nothing short of pity for him, “So alright! Alright! I've had my time, close my eyes!” He got to the rift gate, gripping the handle in vice grip with a choked out sob, he was ready for this life to end to bring about a new one that would live happier so he could be at peace, “Let the death bells chime! Bury me in burgundy, I just don't care!” He let go of the handle, backing up enough with fear and yet he knew, Elktaur thought he knew what he had to do, you jumped out now thinking it was time for you to make your appearance known. You called out to him, “Elktaur! Wait!” You exclaim in shock and pity, seeing him turn back to see you was like hellfire burning through you. He was pitiful, tears and that look of hopelessness, “Nothing's left, I looked everywhere!” He lowered his head before looking back to the Rift, “Is this how I die? Was there ever any other way my life could be?” He sang softly as he approached the machine and the Rift gate, beginning to take those final steps to become the split being his mind already decided to be, “Is this how I die? Such a slough of feelings inside of me..”

You manage to catch up to him, catching his hand in yours to pull him back, “But then why are you screaming? Why are you shaking?” He only proves your point more by his body shaking violently, looking back at you to abandon the machine and cling to you without recollection of your injury, whether it was an illusion or reality he longed to have your comfort in a moment like this, “Oh god, was there something that I missed?” His body outweighs yours, causing you both to fall to the floor with his arms protecting the back of your head so you don’t feel much of the tumble down. His body is on top of you, front legs bent all the way for him to bend down and hind legs bent but held his lower body up to not squish you against him. He had you close to him, wanting nothing more than to kiss you like this and ask why you couldn’t just take the human half of him because he did it for you. He tore himself apart for you, so why did you have too… Why did you have to ask for him? He crafted the perfect human for you, General, who was meant to be your husband or at least someone you could take seriously. Someone who could take care of you and you rejected him, “Did I squander my divinity?” Splotches of tears met your cheek, dripping down to the side of your face, you let your arms circle around his shoulders and felt the need to reassure him again, “Happiness was within you the whole time.” You rub his arm, the same arm he’d grab whenever feeling nervous, awkward, or insecure, you knew how he felt and now you couldn’t let him go knowing what he would try. You didn’t even care about how you laid flat against the uncomfortable cobblestone with Elktaur just above you and crying. He was breaking down in your arms and kept trying to tell you, “I’m not worth it, I’m not worth enough to be held in your arms, I don’t even deserve you… I’m just a centaur.” He gently pulled his arms out from behind your head, sitting up and he reminded you of the painting you had made by the lake. Yet, he was kneeling in front of you and his arms hung heavy by his side while tears streaked down his face in bulbous clumps, littering against the ground and his hand that tried to wipe them away. The pretty starlight that outlined his body, the sparks of stars and the glow of the Rift made him glow in a way you didn’t see until now. His eyes widened, looking down at you again, “But- but how did you know how to find me? I made sure that no one was around when I came here..” His voice cracked, feeling the rush of emotion that surged through him, the elktaur didn’t want you here to see him like this. He was in such agonizing pain and you to be here only made him feel ruined. He knew you would pass word of the elktaur that tore himself apart to become human and for what? For a moment you wondered the reason yourself, he had done this when all he could’ve done was just accept that you only saw him as a friend but now- now you knew you saw him and the princess as more than just ‘friends’. You reached out your hand to his cheek, watching him tilt his head to press a kiss to the palm of your hand before leaning away to look at you. He didn’t fully pull away or treat himself lesser than, he just stared at you in a way that he never got the time too what with avoiding you and always running away from you. He bowed his head, letting you see the stumps where his antlers had since regrown, then he stood up on his four legs while approaching his machine causing you to stand up and try to pull him back from it. He took the Rift Key from the machine, letting you see it by raising it up, “With this key, the Rift is now secure,” he squeezed it tighter in his hand, beginning to cross into the Rift with a newfound determination to become someone you would love. “Yet, what difference—“ you call out, scrambling to your feet in surprise and trying to reach out and snap him out of these delusions. He looked over his shoulder to you,

“If I cannot be with you?”

Elktaur sighed before allowing his body to submerge into the Rift and the plane between realms. You didn’t hesitate to follow through the Rift to stop him, “But there’s more power here than even I know!” You yelled, feeling a slight sickness overcome you from the Rift gate already in the fritz, trying to grab his arm but he shrugged you off urgently, “And surely there must be!” Elktaur forced the key back into the machine to cipher it’s magic and use it to split him, “To use this magic to turn myself into someone you can see!” He looked back to you, gesturing to you with his arm swinging out and that soft look in his eyes that only made you cringe at how he was so desperate to be yours but not as he was. He blamed ‘not being able to cope as being just a friend’ on his centaur body, he thought if he was a human you would love him. Upon seeing you didn’t make another move toward him, you were petrified snd unable to coherently think because of the absurdity of the situation, “Draw out the beast,” he pulled down the hood of his cloak, arms wrapped around himself before slowly flipping a few switches and heard the whirring of the machine with sparks of green lighting up the air and caused the plane in the Rift to become somewhat unstable. “Part of me,” he stepped around to the front of the machine, arms stretched out and felt queasy to rip himself apart again. “Let it find a way of its own!” His eyes squeezed shut, preparing himself for the burn of his body of fission. He was going to become perfect for you, one way or another.

“My body can no longer be its home!”

Seeing a beam of green launch at him, you immediately threw yourself to the machine- diverting the charge to the emptiness of the Rift, flipping the switches opposite to turn it off and heaved out a heavy pant. You wouldn’t let him, nope- no way. You lurch to a stand, wincing at putting weight on your ankle, you could see the betrayed and yet shocked look in his eyes. Elktaur had muttered your name, slowly backing away from you, “Why? Why would you do that?! It was going to give the human half that I can’t give!” He shouted, hitting his thumb against his chest with a shake of his head and couldn’t begin to describe how selfishly stupid your attempt to save him was. “I said I would rather you as you are than you being human! I care about you, you idiot! Why is it so hard for you to understand that?!” You retorted loudly, “Even as you are, you are the other half I have been searching for,” he became tense, stricken with the guilt of his actions because of how he made you feel. You must have felt responsible for his stupidity, you probably were tired of dealing with him and his self-sabotaging fantasies of being ‘human’ without considering the damages it would cause you and everyone else. How would he even explain his disappearance? Elktaur was a pillar of the community that created and managed the Rift, if he suddenly disappeared there would be chaos. His lips curled to a frown, arms crossing against his chest to hold himself and felt broken over doing this when he was positive you weren’t there to see or listening to you. The elktaur looked down while you berated him, “You’re my moon, my stars, my darling and you are dear to me! I know, I said I see you as only a friend but,” he looked back up to see your hands reaching out to take his hands and leave the machine behind in thought and a literal sense, “I find that I contradicted myself.”

His poor little heart fluttered, “But, I’m not.. I’m not a human, our relationship would be taboo,” of course he’d consider that over all else, he didn’t want you to be ridiculed for being with him. Yet, what you said next made him recoil- “Yes well, I think being with the princess as well will make people second guess saying anything to you or about you.” The sparks of hope in his eyes died out, of course the only way a human would be with him is if they were with another human too, he wasn’t good enough. He was never going to be good enough, you were toying with him and his heart at these ridiculous notions. Noticing his apprehension, you still aimed to reassure him, “I love both of you, you’re still important to me..” He sighed, turning his head away and then his body from you, the elktaur didn’t take well to your idea, “Just be with her, I know you’re only trying to say this because you have some sort of savior complex, well guess what?” His voice lowered, approaching his machine to lift it back up onto the wheeled platform, “I’m giving you the freedom to pick her instead.” With that, he just left you there.

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Elktaur/Reader/Woman Pt. 5

The crystal blue waters arouse a calming feeling within you, the serenity of the silent lake and the trees around it. You had a small easel set out in front of you, with a blank canvas and some tools to sketch out the scene above you, dark and yet so alive was Centaurworld’s night sky. Sometimes it left you in awe as to how beautiful it was, the breathtaking stars that twinkled and shimmered with different colors that didn’t make scientific sense and yet you were enthralled by it. The possibility of Centaurworld existing independently from the Human World could raise the question of if there were other planets out there like it and with the exceptional powers of the centaurs you had to raise the next question on if they’ve already reached them! So much scientific discovery could be made just by the help of the centaurs and the shamans, you grin as you pick up the paintbrush to begin sketching the constellation up ahead. This constellation was something one could only see from this angle and this precise location, it was similar to that of a centaur archer taking aim but in the shape of an elktaur you painted it as. Your hand moved skillfully while the other held the other side of the canvas to steel yourself and your hand to make careful and precise strokes to outline the star formation and the elktaur you painted it as. Your hand stopped moving when you noticed who you were painting, the familiar black hair with blue-gray eyes, no nose and velvet on the rims of his horns as a means of showing them regrowing. His hooded eyes and those darned freckles that you painted as starlight, you pinched your cheek which only resulted in you getting paint on the side of your face. He was now haunting your artistic depictions! After that day when you were with him, that day he asked if you could ‘love him’, you regretted telling him he was only a friend to you. In reality, you just didn’t know where you stood with him emotionally as these feelings were so new and unexplored. You just called him your friend and ignored the way your chest and gut churned painfully at saying that to him, you even tried to vouch for the princess! But you wished you hadn’t done that either, you were so fond of her and didn’t want anyone to be swept off their feet by her like she swept you off of yours. Princess was all sorts of charming and unpredictable, she was smart and funny, she was pretty too… She was the perfect woman in your eyes, yet the elktaur was the perfect centaur around too! You cringed inwardly, pushing aside the paintbrushes to lay comfortably on the cloth you brought them in, rubbing at your face which only resulted in more paint smudging your face but you didn’t even care. All you wanted was for these ridiculous feelings to cease and desist before you were driven mad and they both just leave you in the dust. You sigh, realizing the mess you made of your face when you took a glance at your reflection in the mirrored depths of the lake and pushed your hands through the lake to gather up some of its essence to cleanse your hands and face of paint with a murmur to yourself. You shivered, the water was too cold for you, was it always this cold? You began to pull away but in a sudden jolt, your eyes glazed over with a greyish tone as something akin to a metaphorical hook reeled you in closer to the clear depths yet nothing seemed to be in the silent, and still, lake. It was eerily quiet and you didn’t pay attention to that, all you thought was that this place was just meant to be this quiet and Centaurworld operated on different functions than the Human World did.

Perhaps you should’ve been aware of the odd silence as now, something drug you closer to the lake with something like a hand stuck out from the water yet resembled the crystalline water that glowed and shimmered in the light of the moon, you shuddered making contact with it like the hand made of water gripped yours with such fervor and frigid temperatures that made you want to let go but you found yourself being lured further into the waters, your pants became soaked up to your shins as something fixed into view. The distortion of the world to form streaks of lavender hair and the eyes of the woman you loved just in the reflection in the water and beckoning you closer, she reached out her arms to drag you in, as did so many hands clamber snd sink their nails into your clothes and skin to pull you in further til your body was submerged into the crystal depths that became dark and murky with your last breath lost. A soft lullaby tuned for your ears made your spiked heart rate decreased as you let the hands pull you in deeper. It was calming, a sweet embrace from the princess as her lips neared yours and your befuddled consciousness longed for that connection, falling prey to the terrifyingly sweet bliss before the crushing reality befell you by the hands of someone reaching into the depths and yanking you out. Arms linked under your upper arms, yanking you out and bringing you up to the surface. He was ridiculously strong to hoist you up against him and use his other arm to swim back to the shore and use his entire body to fling you back onto the shore before hiking out the lake himself, you gasped from the harsh landing and the pain harvested in your chest from nearly drowning as crystalline liquid pooled from your eyes and mouth in a violent fit while the man who’d come to your rescue immediately was at yo it side and rubbing your back to soothe and comfort you. Out of the corner of your eye, during your violent rasping of water, you see his beard sullied with pearlescent water that dripped onto the grassy shore and brunette strands of his messy hair. He wore a cloak and some normal clothes underneath, brazen gray-blue eyes and his hand softly resting against your hair when you stopped coughing up water. While yes, you were thankful to the stranger for saving you— you questioned why he looked so familiar to you but didn’t think to ask about it while gently pushing yourself up to sit on your knees and wipe your mouth with your sullied sleeve. He scoffed out a chuckle, “No ‘thank you’? I did save you from that kelptaur,” he leaned back to rest his hand behind his back, bringing up his knee to rest his other arm on, “They disguise themselves as people you love and drag you in to eat ya, but you probably didn’t know that-“ then the strangest thing happened. He said your name, despite you never giving him your name he spoke it happily like you two were old friends and he was teasing you.

You pushed yourself away to create distance between the two of you, “I… Do I- I don’t know you,” you coughed out the words like sludge, gripping your throat from the burn of coughing up so much caused you, the man before you had tended before quickly gesturing to himself. “I’m General! I mean- the Gen— you know what, just call me General.” He laughed, rubbing the back of his head while seeming even more suspicious with each second passing. ‘General’ noticed you didn’t seem to believe him but he didn’t back down, even with a ridiculous name like that, “Let’s just say we have a mutual friend and he talks about you a lot, like a *lot*,” he emphasized with his hands, making a wide distance with them, smiling at you and you got the indication he meant Elktaur yet you didn’t think the elktaur even had other friends other than that rutabagataur he keeps around. You don’t recoil though, deciding to just let him talk for now and decide if he was trustworthy or not, you smiled and gestured for him to help you stand up to which he immediately clambered up to his feet and apologized under his breath while hooking his arm under yours and couldn’t help but keep making glances down at you. He was significantly taller but not much but a head taller. He still felt intimidating, being able to wrench you out of a kelptaur’s grasp and toss you onto shore without a sweat broken. You didn’t show your fear and instead opted to lean away from him as much as you could without worrying about alerting him, he didn’t seem to notice as he ushered you toward the forest line of trees to get to your little cottage- which you never disclosed the directions too- and abandon your painting supplies while an elk had seemed to be going through them when you looked back. It lifted its head, looking right back at you while General helped you get to the pathway and a giddy smile couldn’t help but be pressed to his lips, and again it was familiar. You stared at him blatantly now, you knew there was something off about this guy and it only got worse as something in the back of your mind urged you to get away, “If you see him, Elktaur, can you tell him that…” He looked down at you, almost taken aback, “Could you tell him to come visit me?” Your request wouldn’t be denied this time, watching the way his creased smile dropped to a solemn frown and he seemed almost the same as him. You didn’t know how or why but he was so much like the elktaur, General had let you go to your feet and backed away from you as you caught the silhouette of horns and the familiar look of an elk poised in the shadows and you felt like you just saw something taboo. The gnawing feeling in the back of your mind while General looked to where your eyes landed and saw it too but instead of getting away from the elk he waved it off with a hint of aggression- “You’re not supposed to be here, remember? Go! Shoo!” While his back was turned to you, you turned on your heel and didn’t look back in fear that the man was stampeding after you. You slipped on dirt and gravel, the grass felt smooth against your wet shoes, and every moment you felt as if you would fall but grabbed onto whatever was in front of you to pull yourself forward and increase your momentum to simply run. Even as you saw your home in the distance, you didn’t slow down, barreling faster until you slipped on the dirt pathway to your door.

A pained yelp gathered out from your throat, yet much to your dismay and relief, no one was around to help you. You had fallen and your ankle felt twisted or at least sprained from the dangerous slip ‘n’ slide run you just did, pushing yourself up to your knees and hands to crawl to your door and push your body against it. Your hand had weakly gripped the doorknob, pushing it open but didn’t even get the chance to fully get in before losing the energy to move with half your body inside and the other half outside.

”Look what you did now!” General had suddenly broken through the moss and shrubbery of trees and bushes, the elk following close behind, he spotted your nigh-unconscious body slumped barely through the doorway while the elk trotted close to you and poked at you with its hoof. You tried to push its hoof back but to no avail, feeling your body hoisted up and the blinding light of your home was the last thing you felt and saw.

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Elktaur/Reader/Woman PT. 4

It was serene to see the crystal blue waves crash against the docks, the well oiled machine of workers zigzagging around one another to get to their appointed places and you almost enjoyed sitting around to watch them work and toil. The sun on par with the humidity of being so close to the sea was enough to make anyone sweaty, it was putrid from the smell of working centaurs and some scarce humans here or there that helped out, you pinched at your nose trying to find a certain elktaur who was either still affected by last night or working his problems away. Your eyes drifted amongst the sea of Rift workers, some wore construction hats with a vibrant orange hard hat and jacket with big neon stripes, some centaurs seemed to help as the construction of something much more bigger was under way. You squinted, jumping down from the crate you were perched on while holding something in your hand- a baggie of shortbread sandwich cookies- it was a present and apology gift for and to the elktaur because of how he seemed on the verge of breaking last night and you didn’t lift a finger more than trying to tell him he was more than perfect as a centaur. The two of you only met a few days ago though so you weren’t sure what to say to him exactly without sounding like a ignoramus and disregard the troubles he was going through. Elktaur was definitely going through something and while it was something you’d never understand, you’d be damned if you didn’t at least try to let him know someone was here for him. You yank at the sleeve of a moletaur’s neon vest, suddenly startling the centaur who dropped his lunch. His shock wore off in an instant when he heard the baggie that collected oil and… Cheese at the bottom of the bag, a sticky combination as he lifted it up and shook it around a few times before turning back to you, “Whaddya want other than ruinin’ my lunch?!” You step back just a bit, waving your hands up, “I’m looking for Elktaur, I just came by to apologize to him and I haven’t seen him..” It felt like he was probably trying to avoid you and everything that happened, you wanted to assure him that nothing was wrong and you could listen to his troubles and hopefully he and Princess could… They seemed so right for one another, so perfect and able to balance each other out with social awkwardness and a charming personality merged into a relationship. You wanted to be there to see it happen, to know you helped them both out. The moletaur had seemed to be thinking while you were internally monologuing, scratching at his chin, “You’d best try his home, he told boss he wouldn’t be able to make it in today. I can give ya the address, been there a few times.” You perked up, nodding vigorously much to his surprise but the moletaur just got out some paper and borrowed your pen to begin writing down the various steps and coordinates you’d have to take to get to his home. With that, it felt like you were Dorothy on your way to meet the Wizard of Oz as you began on the cobblestone path to get to his home which seemed to be a little ways out on the outskirts of town- closer to the woods and isolated. As you ushered past some people, various passerbys had eyed you wearily for some reason while others paid no mind to you. You felt as though something bad had happened up ahead, yet persevered onward with the thought Elktaur was fine and dandy. He was probably home and enjoying his day off by napping or doing whatever it is elktaur’s do during this time of day and after a night spent moping around instead of celebrating his party. You get to the little cottage, the cobblestone pathway leading right up to the front door where moss and other plants grew in abundance which surprised you as Elktaur didn’t seem the type to be into this kind of look but he probably didn’t have the time or energy to make his front yard look pretty so his front yard did it for him. You still smiled at the thought of him with a little gardener hat and bending down to tend to his garden, how he’d present the flowers in a bouquet or perhaps even invite you over to… To…

Your face felt warm, almost on the verge of calling yourself stupid to forget the purpose of your visit. You pinch the bridge of your nose then rubbed up to your temple with a sigh, you were going to make sure that elktaur understood he was perfect as he was. You step up the porch stairs, letting your fist gently knock on the door and you could hear someone scrambling around inside.

You could hear indistinguishable chatter inside but that ceased for a moment when you could hear the clatter of hooves against wooden floors, you stiffen up as you hear the sounds stop at the door and you eye it in anticipation. You hope that he’ll open the door and let you come in to explain, to apologize, all to let him know you genuinely cared for him as a friend would. Though the door didn’t open, it seemed like he was hesitating, “It’s me,” you mention your name and suddenly the door swings open, thankfully being an in than an out door as he peeked through the sliver of the door frame and door blocking view. He was happy to see you, you could tell because you saw one of his ears do that weird little shake thing and the way his eye dilated to a huge dot- “I brought cookies and I wanted to talk with you.” For a moment, it seemed he hesitated to open the door fully because Elktaur thought you were just being nice and would only feel embarrassed once you got inside because people would start thinking something was going on between you. He frowned, ears pulled back and realizing just how awful he was to be in your life, you were going to think differently of him now, right? Before he could decide, the rutabagataur he kept around like an apprentice and/or small child pulled the door open so you could come inside with a bunch of gibberish spouted at Elktaur who stood there awkwardly with not much but a lily white vest on. The darker color of his fur led to it being near see through but somewhat opaque, he stepped back, letting you come inside with a look to the side; “You don’t have to force yourself to make me feel better.” His words stung you for a second, because in truth this was what you wanted to do for him yet he acted like it was a pain to cater to him and his needs. The elktaur scoffed at your silence, not giving you a moment to explain but still let you come in, his eyes narrowed to slits with a frown pulled to his lips and you eased up hearing the front door shut close. His back was facing you still, as he gripped the knob and his other hand rested on the lock, he was trembling and terribly so. The gibberish-talking rutabagataur had inched over to you, poking your leg and then gesturing to the shortbread cookie sandwiches you brought with you, for a moment you were surprised at the little creature as it jumped up and down to take your mind off the sullen form of Elktaur against the door. You hand the little rutabagataur two cookies before eyeing the elktaur and patted the space next to you, “Please, come here.. I really do want to talk to you,” your plea didn’t fall on deaf ears but it might as well have. The elktaur was reluctant as he peeled himself away from the door, brushing down the sleeves of his vest before turning to you, walking over to you and taking a space farther than where you were seated on the couch. You sighed, getting up to move clothing strewn on the couch that resembled his attire from the night before, blotches of cake and whatnot were on the vest, you smiled warmly to think of how much fun he had with Princess. Yet you felt jealous, not sure if you felt jealous of Princess of Elktaur to spend time with the other, either way you still pushed the clothes to the side and sat right next to him. Much to his surprise, he looked shaken for a moment as he looked down at you and felt the prickling doubt climb up his throat again, “Stop it, please.. I know enough to know that you’re just playing me like a fool,” his emphasis on the word ‘fool’ made you flinch, trying to get a word in but he wouldn’t let you, “I’m a centaur and you’re a human! I would never, I could never understand the life you live!” He pushed himself up from the couch, hand right over his heart, “The life I want to live is not being the person in which my elk half remains within me!” You sit there, stunned at his words but not surprised, the songs he sang before he left were still in your mind. A centaur that longed to be human, to be a man, to be taken seriously…

You pitied him, reaching out a hand to him and suddenly pulling the elktaur into the first embrace you had with him. He fumbles on his words, unsure of what to say or if he should push you back, he’s unsure how to handle this. This time, as he was stunned to silence, you got a moment to speak, “I don’t understand what you’re going through but, I know if you continue feeling torn apart you’ll only tear yourself apart,” you squeeze him tighter against you, feeling his body quiver at your heartfelt words and embrace, “You are perfect, in every way possible, every inch of you that you hate is another reason for me to like you.” He felt his heart skip a beat at that, looking down at you but your face was all smushed against his chest. Humans, the very beings he put up on pedestals and now one of them was telling him he was perfect and that.. You liked him.

“Your horns, your extra limbs, your freckles, eyes, fur, hands,” you brought one of his hands to lean your cheek against, smiling up at the awestruck and yet tearful elktaur, “All of you is perfection, you’re a beautiful creation and I would rather have you as you are than as a human..” You tilt your head to press a kiss to the palm of his hand, watching his flushed reaction as his face became red with embarrassment and unbelievably warm as those stupid thoughts took a toll on his mind again. You were making him fall for you and in such short time, he longed to just ask you what your intentions were when it came to playing with his heart. As your head tilted back to place to look at him, you felt him gently grip the side of your face and stood still as he leaned in, “Would… Would you love me? Even as I am?” He uttered out with such tenderness and fear of what you’d say. All you could do was stare at him, looking to his eyes and finding the sweetest centaur in creation looking back at you but you… You pursed your lips tightly, “I see you as only my friend, but the princess! She likes you-“

“I see her as a friend,” he countered but didn’t push it, instead he backed away and the lingering sensation of his touch left you as slowly as it came, “I’m sorry, forget I said anything.. I- I shouldn’t have asked that of you, we only knew one another for a few days… It was too soon.” He sat himself down, depressed he had made such a stupid move yet you gripped his shoulder reassuringly, “No, no! Don’t apologize! It was still..”

“It was still sweet.”

Elktaur/Reader/Woman PT. 3

Extravagant music echoed and lured you in with every jovial tune struck, a whole orchestra played beautifully under luminescent lights that highlighted the orchestra and their string instruments with their strings strummed. The stage they were on was wooden on par with the marble floor, a marble barrier separating them by rounding the stage and a reminder to not cross the boundary unless you were intended too. You, as the astronomer, obviously had no purpose in being over the line so you stayed right in front of it with a soft murmur and watched the precise flicks of their wrist and yet an eye catching flow of movement to let the sounds ruffle against your ears in feather light tones. Obviously, the best only for the best party is what you’d think. Your hand jostled the drink in your hands, noticing that the princess and the elktaur were now gone to somewhere else and you felt a bit… Alone. You had spotted them earlier by the window, eating Gary’s cake and laughing boisterously with one another, they were talking about something and the elktaur had pulled something out from his coat but you were distracted from seeing what was happening. Right now, you entertained the noblemen wanting to talk and get the princess’ attention but you didn’t want anyone to interrupt them. After all, they seemed happy together, it was good to see Princess getting along with someone else that wasn’t you. It meant she wouldn’t bother you about scrolls you were to decipher or fill with information but, you sighed and let your jaw sink to the palm of your hand. Suddenly, a hand grabbed your shoulder causing you to jerk away from the touch, you whipped around to see a brunette the same height as you and beautifully dressed in golden silks. He looked stunned at how fast you moved but still managed out the words, “I- I saw you moping around and wished to ask you for a dance, I wasn’t sure if I would get the right time too..” He held out his hand, his gaze cast to the ground with the curl of his lips pointed up yet seemed like he meant well. You smile, nodding to him, “Of course! I’d like a dance,” you set down your drink, grabbing hold of his hand much to his astonishment but he still gently led you onto the ballroom dance floor. You wished it was Princess you danced with this time or perhaps that elktaur you met recently, yet you stuffed down those thoughts and wants by allowing yourself to be led through the slow music the orchestra played. You felt a bit at ease while being next to the mystery man who twirled you around like you were nothing but plastic in his grasp.

He was handsome with brazen blue-grey eyes and a small smile that felt so comforting and formal, he then pulled you in with one hand on your back and the other guiding you both into a waltz. He was clean cut and a pretty sight to anyone who looked at him, nothing breathtaking yet he was still.. His hand at your back squeezed, smiling whimsically at you, “Eyes on me, I’m the one you’re dancing with.” He spoke a bit possessively yet you chalked it up to him joking around, you feel relief upon hearing the orchestra’s number about to come to an end in favor of another song. As your hands pull from him, he tightens the grip of his hand at your back with an unamused look, “Do you mind if I take this next dance as well?” It was more a demand than a request as he began to already pull you in closer but the distance between the two of you was immediately broken. Princess had come to your rescue, butting in by yanking you out of the weirdo’s grip and upon noticing how shaken up you were- she immediately began to apologize, “I’m so sorry for leaving you by yourself! I know, I know I shouldn’t have but Elktaur was looking down and Gary just off and handed him the cake- and I decided we could take some time outside to talk but I didn’t think some jackass would try to hurt you while I was gone!” She exclaimed in one breathe, chest heaving at the air expelled to say all that in one go. You were still shaken up though you still managed to reassure her and calm the nerves she had, though it wasn’t long before the gentlemen you tried to hold off now encircled the princess who tried to reach for you but was immediately dragged into several conversations. All at once, they bombarded Princess with so many things she couldn’t handle and like auto pilot she responded accordingly with elegance. She nervously laughed, eyeing you to just go on without her so you both could catch up in a minute. When suitors got to this point, they usually didn’t stop.

While you were annoyed at the audacity they had, it didn’t stop you from getting a look by the window where a hand pressed against the glass pane was visible- the elktaur was looking in on the world that he seemed to be so far away from and yet so close. You noticed the movement of his lips and how solemn he looked, yet thankfully he didn’t notice your staring while you exited the ballroom swiftly to get to him. Both to get away from the creep who put his hands on you and to go comfort the elktaur who looked close to tears while outside. He was wallowing in his own anguish, making himself dissociate from the world of man and his own world. As you came outside to the back, you heard him singing a lament with such a soft, pained voice; “Oh, this feeling, it came right in again and again,” he peeled his hand back from the glass, touching his chest with detest for the body he homed, “Feeling there just beneath the skin and I tried so hard not to let it in..” He sucked a breath in through his teeth, moving the cap from his head to reveal the smooth stumps of his horns and you flinched upon seeing them. If they had fallen off, they would likely have ridges and not such a smooth surface which could only mean… “But you can't keep the ghosts out,” he looked to his reflection this time, backing away to get a better view of his distorted body, a beast and man that should never have been, “When you're the one who's the haunted house.” You began to back away, not out of fear nor malicious but rather uncertainty to interfere and let alone bother him as he was having a moment to himself, “And you can't kick the ghosts out, when you're the one who let them in-“ he suddenly looked up and then in your direction, hearing the bundle of twigs that snapped under your heel. Once again came his paranoia, his doubt, the look on your face must’ve told him a different story because he immediately took your reaction as something else and couldn’t help the tears that stung and welled in his eyes. He gripped his arm yet again, the same arm he clung too, “I… I’m sorry, I’ll leave.” His deep voice felt coy as he spoke so lightly, afraid he might scare you off earlier than expected. He began to make his way to leave, muttering and apologetic, you didn’t even make the move to stop him til it was already too late and the outline of him faded into the distance. You wanted to go after him and you did but, it was too late as you could no longer catch wind or trace of him and you felt regret flood your throat with dryness and your eyes watery at leaving him to wallow more in his own self hatred without making an earlier move to cast a hook and fish him out of those depths.

Well, you thought to yourself,

There was always tomorrow to see him.

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Elktaur/Reader/Woman PT. 2

The polished ballroom floors glistened in their pearlescent sheen, the light of a sunset gleamed and shone brightly against the marble, the palace’s staff ensured that the ballroom was in the best state possible. To the sides there were tables full of buffets of food and drink, Gary had concocted some confectionery that was warm-up for the cakes he made with such precision. You and the princess had gushed over them while prancing along the empty ballroom where the echoes of both your shoes squeaking against the marble and the flutter of lights that blinded you from both the chandelier and shine pooled in from the windows with their curtains pulled back. Your heart raced by the second as the lavender-haired princess had spun you as if you were nothing but a rag doll, what made your heart race faster was the sudden weightless you felt as your feet were off the ground and you were being pulled into an aerial dance with the woman you admired. She was your friend, at least you busied the thought of her as your friend, the weird fluttery feeling you had in your chest increased when she twirled you into her chest and swayed with you like that for a moment. Her lips pressed close to your ear as both of you were around the same height, she encouraged you to settle your head against her shoulder as she whispered something to you. “If I could, I’d dance like this with you forever,” the soft fondness in her tone as she twirled you out from her embrace before you could make a coherent response and watching as you began your descent to the floor swiftly- she suddenly followed after. Her arm wrapped around your torso, hoisting you up a bit as she spun you around and pulled you in close as your feet touched the ground and you felt weight brought to your body again. Just as you tried to mention what she said earlier, she suddenly dipped you, “Oh?” She looked up, noticing how much daylight the both of you lost as guests would soon be gathering to the door. Princess looked down at you, your eyes had stars flitting about with amazement and adoration for the woman who practically glowed in front of you, “Awww, you know how weak I am to you when you look at me like that!” She squished your cheek playfully while pulling you up to be close to her chest again, “But, you need to do me a big ole favor ok?” You blinked away the butterflies, nodding to accept whatever the favor was as long as that dance could happen once more. It was just between friends yet, you were compliant with her requests and odd behavior around you. She pulled away from the close embrace, pressing a kiss to your forehead before mentioning it, “We need Elky here to celebrate this party in his honor, could you go and grab him for me?” She hoped you’d say yes and thankfully you did, rushing on out the door of the ballroom while some of the guests peeked in and silently questioned whether or not they could come in or not to which the princess waved them in with knowledge that undoubtedly, the elktaur would be on his way to the party.

You had been racing off toward the Rift, thinking he was still working on it and on the other side, as your feet would soon hit the grass of the outdoors and taking noticed the silhouette by the muddled greens and turquoise luminous colors of the rift. He was here, yet seemed to be doing something? He had a wrench in hand, humming something to himself before the words became louder, “When they look at me,” he scoffed as he twirled around the wrench betwixt his fingers. “Ha, like they'd ever look at me! But if they did,” the tone of his voice was sullen, looking down at his body for but a moment before looking back to the Rift gate that spasmed while coughing out green smog, “Do you think they'd see that thoughts are spinning in my mind? Like what is like to be human,” you froze instantly, stopping yourself from approaching him further as he seemed to be upset. His voice wavered and cracked, lifting his front legs to his torso while his hind legs supported him to let him try spinning before suddenly taking a large leap off the gate’s ramp and outstretched his arms, “To dance in their ballrooms late into night, oh-“ You couldn’t help the feeling as if you were intruding on something you weren’t supposed to see, wanting to go back and just tell Princess he was on his way but also didn’t want to take the chance of him ditching out of his own self-deprecating thoughts. His head turned to the sky, trotting around the front of the Rift with a hopeful gaze and desperation, “What is it like to be taken seriously? To walk on the beach and leave just one set of footsteps behind? To dance in their ballrooms late into night, oh,” his hand clenched into a fist. Slowly, his hand lowered as tears welled in his eyes for a moment, “What is it like to be taken seriously?” His eyes then looked down to the hoof prints left behind in the dirt, he almost glared at the hoof prints at the reminder they served as, “To walk on the beach and leave just one set of footsteps behind?” You awkwardly suddenly made it a duet, opening up your arms to him, “Everyone loves magic,” you began to which he swiveled around with wide eyes, he cut you off with a huff, “Except for when it's busted.” His counter made the mood trivial and difficult to settle from the uncomfortable thickness of how much he seemed to hate his centaur half. You sigh, approaching him, “They travel through the portals,” he steps back, “But they probably shouldn't trust it.” His hand slinked back up to his shoulder, muttering something beneath his breath and felt the stifled air in his throat clamber and shut his voice down to a small noise. You stop your attempts to approach him in favor of making him feel at ease, “Centaurworld and humans now are linked forevermore,” you gesture to the rift then to him, trying to tell him that just as the worlds were linked- he was like that balance. A being between human and creature but he didn’t take well to that, “Though they agree on very little, someone's got to fix the door.” He scoffed before looking back to you, slowly letting himself approach you to silently request that hug.

You pull him in by his hand, causing him to stumble from the shock and nearly fall into your arms, you squeezed him close to you to remind him he had a friend now. Whether he liked it or not, he felt his heart get caught in his throat, he just let you hug him and assure him he was perfect. Yet those reassuring words fell on deaf ears, much to your distaste but, him just hearing what you had to say was good enough for you. You part from the lingering hug, while you see his visible attempt to grab hold of you but he stops himself in time, with a look to the flushed elktaur you begin to just take his hand and lead him off to the pathway toward the party. All the while, he thanks his lucky stars that he met someone like you, he enjoyed your presence and how seemingly calm you were. You were some human but, that only proved how magical humans could be, he wasn’t a human. He couldn’t be your friend like this, he- “You won’t tell anyone what transpired, right? I- because— I can explain,” Elktaur cast his eyes to the gravel and dirt that clinked against his hooves while you just squeezed his hand in another effort to reassure him, “I won’t say anything about what transpired, so don’t worry.” You bump against his side with a giggle. He chortles at your attempt to put him in a better mood, ruffling your hair before letting his hand thrum down the strands, his heart races for some unknown reason as you lean into his touch.

“There you both are!” As the moonlight that cascaded down the trees illuminated the path, you saw the silhouette of Princess who rushed to your side and waved over to the elktaur who sheepishly waved back, “Come, come! We have to get to the party, Gary just finished frosting the cake!” You jump in glee, grasping a handful of the elktaur’s vest and noticed something weird upon looking up at him, “Oh.. Where’re your- you know,” you made the hand gesture of horns as it seemed a cap covered the stumps of where his antlers were. Princess nodded in agreement, “They were cute, weren’t they?” She looks at you with a knowing smile and a hint of— something else. The lavender-haired princess pulled you close to her chest yet again, rounding her arms around your waist while you held hands with the elktaur. It didn’t help his crippling self hatred, watching the both of you get along like good friends. Though to anyone looking in on you both, there would be a scandal about how the princess clung to you. Elktaur pulled his hand from yours as you three neared the castle after what felt like a long walk, he gestured for the two of you to enter before him. Princess had shaken her head, “You go ahead first, after all this is your party and you’re already late to it.” She smiled warmly at him to which made him stumble on his words. Elktaur’s social anxiety was showing through, longing for your hand to squeeze and assure him that all was fine but he didn’t have it, so instead he dipped his upper half body to fit through the door frame and begin his trudge toward the ballroom while Princess dragged you in soon after. While it took you a bit to contemplate it, she seemed jealous of Elktaur and that could likely be because you and him were growing closer. You turn your head to her, hand on her shoulder with a soft smile, “You know you’ll always be my best friend, right?” She looks at you in surprise, almost confirming your suspicions, “I’m your only friend, dork!” She bumped her fist against your shoulder which you had laughed at, “Actually, Elky’s my friend too. So, I do have two friends,” you flick her forehead, “Dork.”

Her face tells you that she didn’t expect that yet, seemed to accept it. What you didn’t notice was the elktaur that was standing by the door to the ballroom overheard your declaration of how you two were now ‘friends’, he couldn’t help the smile that formed sweetly on his lips.

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Elktaur/Reader/Mysterious Woman PT. 1

Took this off my AO3 acc, to elaborate the character names are just what they are. Woman being Princess, Elktaur being Elktaur, etc

Stray lights had flown in through opaque, thin curtains that swayed from the open window, it barely illuminated the room full of clothes strewn about haphazardly and the mess of papers that sat by themselves in bunches across the ground. The papers had small sketches of constellations and comparison sheets of Centaurworld’s and the Human World’s stars, moon, and sky to find all that you could. The endless possibilities were endless. Especially with the centaurs’ magic, they could conjure up ways to explore space in a way humans were not able to! The number of benefits that came with living on this side of the Rift was more than amazing, astronomical feats could all be completed so easily! Your aggressive scribbles against another paper that browned at its corners and were now inked with sentences about the observations made on Centaurworld’s stars, the charming aspect so far as how the sun represented a moletaur despite being a- a… You stopped in your scribbles, eyes blanking on the page as exhaustion and drowsiness caught up after realizing that you never really got the chance to sleep because you were busy doing research about the stars again. The world alignment of constellations always made you curious too, though none of that was important right now when you saw the daybreak pierce through your curtains. In an instant, you shot up from the wooden tile floor and bolted to your dresser to fish out whatever clothes you had in there. You were practically losing it as you pushed through countless bundles of clothing before slipping on something akin to a cloak, tunic, and some wide-leg trousers that barely hovered over your shins while slipping on some shoes. A weird assemble of clothing on par with scrolls under your arm, you scampered down the hall to your door, and just as you slammed it open- a startled woman on the other side jumped back in surprise. Thankfully, she didn’t get hit by the abruptly opened door and had only stumbled, the woman seemed fine. You froze on the spot, realizing what you had done, "Princess!" The startled shriek was enough to make the lavender-haired princess look at you and wave off your worries, "It's no big deal, not like I got hurt or anything," she chuckled while brushing down her dress, hiking up her skirt to brush down the hem with a glance to, you, her acquaintance. You became flustered, babbling nonsensical muck to apologize for being so brash but she only waved it off. The princess was more than understanding of the small mishap, her gentle touch resting on your shoulder and waving the 'problem' off. She then linked her arm around your shoulders to pull you in close to her side with a sly smile resting on her lips and her eyes alight with curiosity, "So," she began with a gesture to the scrolls you held under your arm, "What're they for? C'mon, you can tell me!" She excitedly clung to you as you both began to walk down toward the docks. You shook your head, making a motion as if to zip your lips shut, "I can't tell you that, it's for your father and my team!”

She pouted in reply, "But I'm the princess, shouldn't I know more about this for when I take the throne?" Her attempts to make you loosen the lid on this 'secret' research were fruitless, she knew all too well that you couldn't disclose anything about what you were doing but she still hoped you would humor her enough to say what it was. You sighed, shaking your head and looking away from her for a moment, you mulled over letting the princess know at least something about the operation, "Well, there is-" she suddenly interrupted you, "We were also attacked by a beartaur! It was an invigorating experience, we were-! Wait what?" She looked at you just as you looked at her and with a horrified expression but she just waved it off yet again and laughed, "I'm fine, but my guard is absolutely paralyzed with fear! You should've been there to see it!" She swayed with you held tight against her side, causing you both to fumble down the dirt path like drunkards rushing home. You roll your eyes and try to keep balance while the dirt path merged to gravel while you both got closer to the docks. It was beautiful, the world was so saturated in Centaurworld with greener trees, grass, bluer skies, and water, everything felt like it was a part of a fairytale and you were more amazed by it the more you saw the world. You wanted to travel and see the entirety of this world but you had a job, a job to stay within the boundaries of where you were posted. While engrossed in your own thoughts, you didn't notice the princess' leg sweeping yours out from under you and like dominoes the both of you tumbled onto the pearly cobblestones of the docks. You shrieked yet again, collapsing facefirst while the princess landed across and on top of you. The scrolls you had now rolled off, some dipping off the edge and into the water while some teetered close to it, the clatter of hooves caught the attention of both of you- the sight of an elktaur suddenly dashing on over to collect the scrolls safe from the water and return them to you while you and the princess recovered from falling. You look up and the first thing you noticed was the grand horns that loomed over you and the elktaur they belonged to, you felt your throat dry up as he knelt in front of you and held out the scrolls that fell, "I'm sorry, the other ones fell in the water and I couldn't get to them, I managed to... To save these for-" he looked tongue-tied, stuffing the scrolls into your hands while the princess stood up and rushed over to the edge of the docks with a horrified gasp, "Oh my flonk! I'm so sorry, I-" The water rose suddenly, beckoned on by her hand as it let the soaked and dripping scrolls splat against the cobblestones. You whine and let your head hang low, "Those were important! Now they're ruined! Oh, I'm going to be beheaded!" You bunch your hands in your hair with the dry scrolls smushed against your hair, Princess looked apologetically to you and the wet scrolls, doing her best to remove all the water from them as bundles of water pooled out in a huge clump from each and were dropped back into the water. They were somewhat dry but the ink was ruined now, she pursed her lips tightened into a thin frown, "I can explain to my father it was my fault, you don't need to fret." She reassured you while the Elktaur awkwardly stood there and rubbed his hand against his shoulder without a clue as to what to say.

“It's fine," you begin, inspecting the scrolls you had in hand with tired eyes, "These were the important ones." Princess blinked, as if not understanding what you said, so you repeated. "The ones you have are my doodles of constellations, I just mixed up the seals-" you squeaked in surprise as the wet scrolls were thrown at you- the elktaur dodging them in time, "You dork! Don't worry me like that!" Despite her tone, and her furrowed brows, she still broke into laughter and held her stomach with a snort. The elktaur looked between the two of you, unsure of what to say, he was so red in the face and for a moment you thought steam was about to come from his face. He spoke up nervously, "W- well, I'm glad your.. Yo- your your- y'know's is fine! Ha!" He rubbed the back of his neck, you could feel the secondhand embarrassment all the way from where you were on the wet cobblestones. He helped you up, linking his hand around your arm and hoisting you up while keeping the most distance that he could. Princess had come strolling over, bumping her elbow against his side, "Smooth, very smooth." She winks at him before noticing his uniform, she recognized it as one of the high-ranking officers that maintained the Rift. She gripped your shoulders from behind, "My, saving super important scrolls and keeping the Rift up and running? I should let my father know of you," she smiled, leaning over your shoulder and looking to the mystery elk who perked up and found his vocabulary. The elktaur shook his head briskly, "No, no! I don't need any thanks! It's just, y'know- I'm doing my job!' You quirked your brow, lifted up your scrolls, and gestured to them with your other hand, "Saving scrolls that are meant for the king is not just 'a part of your job', you deserve some thanks!" You exclaim and Princess had nodded in agreement, the elktaur's hind legs bent closer to his front legs, rubbing his neck yet again, he obviously was overwhelmed with the compliments and an offer to put in a good word about him. Suddenly, the woman behind you squealed in delight, linking arms with you and the elk while dragging the two of you toward the Rift gates. "We should host a party in your favor!" She looked up to him and then to you, "Shouldn't we?" She then turns to you, making you nod as a result of the whiplash her sudden hyperness brought. You lean against her, sighing with a small glance to the pretty elktaur you both stumbled onto and felt the question linger on your tongue before being spat out.

"What's your name?"

He looks to you as if he wasn't already making small glances at you, his face tinges a crimson hue before he can begin to utter it, "Funny enough, I'm Elktaur. But you can call me something else for short!" He quickly blurts out the last sentence, raising his hand up shakily before letting it press against the side of his face while he turned away in embarrassment. The elktaur was Elktaur, you weren't about to question it and instead just gave your name in exchange for his name. For a moment, you catch him tensing up before relaxing like a ball of putty. You could bet he had a prettier smile too, you imagined the little laugh lines stretching upward and revealing the sweetest smile ever- "Just to be clear, you're saying all that out loud," Princess hummed as you both neared the Rift Gate, the sight of people lining up with fresh goods, ore, and whatever else they had on hand to go through the gate was all blank to you when she had said that your head spun. The elktaur had unlinked arms with Princess, turning to look back at the both of you, coughing into his sleeve before speaking; "I have to go manage the gate, make sure everything is running smoothly... Wouldn't want any mishaps to occur," he spoke a little more formally this time as he excused himself and you couldn't help but hope you'd get to meet him again. Yet, your thoughts were interrupted yet again when Princess yanked you close to her side again, "Looks like it's gonna be you and me," she teased while you both got into line. You can't help the smile that crept to your face before sinking into the side embrace, pulling out one of the scrolls the elktaur saved, "You mentioned wanting to know what I was researching, right?" Her eyes became wide, watching you unroll it intently, she nodded excitedly.

"Well, come closer, we got time to read it now."

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st4rm4ns-f0rt

elktaur x reader when?

maryjane-much

Long, Stormy Nights

Elktaur/Reader

Outside the library, you could hear the roar of thunder and cracks of lightning something you felt familiar with all too well. Thankfully, the centaur in charge of the library didn’t decide to close as they wanted to offer shelter to anyone coming in to avoid getting soaked. You loll your fingers against the pages of the book in your hand but you long forgot about what you were reading as your eyes fell to the grand window in front of you, the rain pelting against the glass in ferocious thumps. It was more than what you thought was possible, would there even be the appearance of a taurnado? You’ve heard of those things, never saw one of course, you just knew of the terrifying beasts that claimed souls in their winds. Slowly, your hands pushed the covers of the book in to a close and couldn’t help the sigh huffed out from your lips- nothing but boredom in these parts. Despite all of Centaurworld’s wackiness and craziness, you pursed your lips tighter as you lifted your gaze to see the silhouette of a tall being with a gangly, human-like top with an elk bottom half appeared in the window- a cloak shroud and clung tight to its body, the silhouette shuddered and crept backward in some sort of awkward, fumbling steps that only led for the centaur outside to fall on its feet. The book you had in hand was instantly on the table side as you rushed outside to help the poor thing that fell, the muddy ground overrun with rain drenched your shoes while you rounded the building to find the fallen elktaur with his beautiful antlers made visible through the crack of lightning that illuminated the sky. He was pretty, yet obviously hurt, so you pushed aside whatever thoughts you may have had while ushering to him- “Are you ok? Come here, come, let me get you inside,” your voice and hands reached him, startling the elktaur who jumped at your touch and words. A human? All the way out here too, he looked down at your legs and confirmed that you indeed had only one pair of legs and then looked back to you. He was in awe, eyes glittered in the rain as droplets caught on his and your lashes. A soft noise of, ‘thank you’ broke from his throat as he let you help him up to stand on all fours again. Your hand didn’t end up leaving his for a while, as you led him back to the safer, warmer confines of the library you noticed how he trembled from the cold rain soaked into his skin and fur. His head was turned away as to not look at you, finding it hard to believe such a beautiful creature acknowledged him, his heart rose to his throat and found it hard to speak his mind. Yet, your thumb circled on his knuckles to comfort him and guide him through the motions, “Th— thank you.. I was on my way to home and I got lost on the way because of- the uh—“ he struggled, watching cautiously when you let go of his hand to grab up a seat for him, “The storm?” You finished the sentence for him with a pleased smile.

He nods, feeling his face grow hot despite how cold he felt, you gesture and usher him to take a seat which he awkwardly does. All of his movements were clunky and felt as though he was some schoolboy crushing on someone. The elktaur’s eyes cascaded to the ground, seeing that you’d left him and he assumed it was just you going to go back to do what you previously were. Obviously, no pretty human would want to be near him and his ‘centaur stench’, he hit his palm against his forehead with a groan low and pathetic. Why did he have to be a blundering idiot? His hands pushed to cover his face as he leaned into his palms, why did he have to studder and mess up his- he suddenly pulled back his hands when, something soft and thick layer over his shoulders after his cloak was removed. It was produced warmth that made his body shudder involuntarily as it combatted the cold. He opened his eyes to be met with your face, kind and smiling, “I know that the rain may affect you more because of your fur and encumber you, so- I wanted to be of some help!” Your little jazz hands almost made the elktaur huff out a breathy laugh at your cuteness. It was all too good, like a surreal dream that he knew would have to end shortly soon. You made him feel less lonely, as you sat beside him and brought by the book you were reading earlier to read to him- the closeness flustered him as he stammered and tried to discourage you but you didn’t relent. You gently let your arm link around his waist, watching as he tensed more and more when you pulled him in flush against your side. His hand pressed to your shoulder, “But, you— you’ll get cold too, I wouldn’t want for you to hug me like this..” His words carried two different meanings, yet you wouldn’t know about it til much later, “Like what?” Your voice snapped him to attention as a blush bloomed to his face when he watches the way you set down your book again and then feels your hand press against his cheek.

“You’re perfect.”

His heart near exploded at those words, feeling it pound hard against his chest that it felt loud enough to hear in his ears, turning his head away with a shake of it. “You don’t know how wrong you are,” he softly mumbled and thankfully you didn’t hear it explicitly. The elktaur sighed, feeling his head grow heavy on his shoulders as he leaned forward, curling his legs closer to his body so he could fit more of himself under the blanket and glared at his hind legs. If he was a human, he could easily pull all of himself under the blanket and cuddle you but no. As an Elktaur, he can’t do that. His self detrimental and hateful thoughts directed all to himself and the body he was wrongfully put in- his train of thought had blanked hearing your voice again. The elktaur turned his head back to you, listening as you read the story to him and he felt a new fond warmth delve deep into his chest. The way words flowed easily on your tongue and through his ears was calming, he felt sweet undertones threaded in, you made him forget yet again why he was so hateful in his mind. How could a human he just met do that? His ears pulled back, eyes lowered to be half lidded, that was the magic of humans and how kind and amazing they could be. He reached out, taking your hand again gingerly, watching as you perk up before smiling and continuing to read.

Maybe, he should thank the storm for letting him meet you.

st4rm4ns-f0rt

TYSM I LOVE THIS 😭😭😭💞💞💞

maryjane-much

NPP JUST HELPING A HOMIE OUT

st4rm4ns-f0rt

elktaur x reader when?

maryjane-much

Long, Stormy Nights

Elktaur/Reader

“You’re perfect.”

Maybe, he should thank the storm for letting him meet you.

#centaurworld #centaurworld elktaur #elktaur x reader #centaurworld elktaur x reader

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