#kingdom of crows

[whittywhit86]

~"That you, Little Bird, belong to the sky. And that the sky... it belongs to me."~ House of Beating Wings

[in-dire-read]

Book Review - House of Pounding Hearts

Highly recommend series - 4 Stars out of 5

The story picks up in the Sky Kingdom, where Fallon Rossi is kept safe after resurrecting the crow king, Lorcan. She learns more of the prophecy for the Crows and her true origins. 

*SPOILERS AHEAD*

The main character’s (Fallon Rossi) personality seems to drastically change from the first book. Her thought process was frustrating to read throughout the story. This story was supposed to build upon their connection introduced in the first installment. Fallon rejects her mate and becomes upset with the notion of him moving on with someone else. The mating ritual of the Crows removes a person’s free will to choose their romantic partner, which explains Lorcan’s objectification of the protagonist. The king views Fallon as his property rather than her own independent being, making it hard to root for them. 

As for the writing style, the author’s vocabulary is strong and doesn’t waste time on long-winded descriptions. For example, Olivia is able to paint a fascinating world without boring readers with unnecessary details. She’s great with pacing the world-building information consistently without overwhelming them with it. Additionally, this technique allows you to truly think about the series even after putting it down for the day.

Overall, the war brewing between mythical creatures remains captivating for its readers and creates anticipation for them to see it unfold. As for the amorous pairing, hopefully Lore’s perception of soulmates will change later in the series. The domineering alpha male who wants all control and masking him as “protective” is a common trope in fantasy romance novels, which some may view as problematic.

[esselley]

Kinktober #16: Masks

Second Kingdom of Crows ficlet (this is pretty SFW as well)

Masquerade balls were, Kageyama thought, an unfortunate symptom of castle life.

They were entirely frivolous, but didn’t come bundled with any actual fun activities, like sports or practice duels or horseback riding. There was only dancing, dancing, and more dancing, of which everyone was expected to take part. There was, on the positive side, the food, which was always sumptuous and abundant. But every time he tried to get near the banquet tables, he was inevitably cornered by yet one more person, seeking the attention of the young prince, asking him to join them for a quick dance.

Then they would talk. They all talked, and talked, about things he didn’t care about; court gossip and city building plans and prospects of marriage, though he hoped that was a long way off yet. All of it was boring, but the worst part of it were the masks.

There wasn’t a single uncovered human face in the hall. They were hidden by gilding or feathers or metal, animal and celestial and abstract, with just the eyes peering out, glinting from the holes. They whirled around him in their endless dancing, emotionless and still.

Kageyama was not very good at reading people. It was a skill many people told him he would have to learn, before he became king. For once he was, he would be able to take no one at their word. All would want something from him, but be willing to give very little in return.

But Kageyama found it hard to decipher meaning from eyes and voice and body language. And on nights like these, with masks obscuring the faces of all those he talked to, it became harder than ever. All was just words, and words, and noise; laughter too loud, people dancing too close, the smell of wine too strong. He wanted, more than anything, to escape.

“Why don’t you just leave?” someone asked him, and he was shaken out of his thoughts. He turned.

Standing in front of him was someone new, wearing a mask that seemed in opposition to his own simple black one. Their mask was gold, covering the top half of the face, with a pair of soaring antlers that tapered into wicked points. In between the mask’s eye slots was a brilliant golden sun.

Kageyama gaped at them. Mask or not, he knew who it was without a doubt; there weren’t many people that small, with hair that red.

“What are you doing here?” he hissed, as Hinata stepped closer to him, to take his hands and fall easily into another dance. “You can’t be in the castle!”

“Where there’s parties, there’s food!” Hinata sang, as though that were good enough reason for risking his very life. Belatedly, Kageyama realized that food always qualified as a good reason for Hinata, whether he was stealing for himself or others.

“If they realize who you are—” Kageyama started to say.

“No one will recognize me,” Hinata reassured him. “I’m just a friendly deer.”

“Stag,” Kageyama corrected.

Deer were docile, easily frightened creatures. It was stags who had the vicious horns, who might run someone through if they threatened the herd. Hinata was no tender doe.

“None of the guards even noticed me,” Hinata said, speaking softly. “I snuck past them, and I came here, because I could see you tonight.”

Kageyama sighed heavily. If Hinata was discovered, they would question who he was, first; but his hair and his stature (and the infiltration of the castle) would make them suspicious instantly of his true identity: the fae thief, enemy of the kingdom. Hinata had made himself very popular in Corvus in recent times, popular enough to earn a one way trip to the executioner if caught.

Hinata grinned up at him. The shape of the mask brought attention to his lips, pink and mischievous and full below the harsh gold. Kageyama knew just how they felt against his own.

“Fine,” he said gruffly, and the grin widened. “You can stay—only for a little while.”

Hinata spun him in a circle for that, joyfully. “Then for my next trick,” he said, “I’ll convince you to run away with me!”

“What—” Kageyama started to ask, because that was not inconspicuous in the slightest, but Hinata yanked him along by the hand, straight through the crowd. It would have looked more suspicious to struggle, so Kageyama did not.

“Are you mad?!” he whispered furiously, and Hinata laughed and didn’t let go or stop. He probably was a little mad, Kageyama knew. But then, they both were.

In a moment they were outside in the cool air, a stark contrast to the overwarm hall. Kageyama gulped down great breaths of it, feeling relieved, and vastly less on edge. Hinata slowed, then.

“And now you’ve escaped,” he said with a smirk. “You rebel.”

Kageyama pushed at him. “You made it sound like we were going to leave entirely.”

“Because you’ll believe anything,” Hinata said, shoving back.

“I’ve learned not to count out your stupidest ideas.”

They elbowed at each other violently for a little while, grunting now and again, only stopping when a stately group of women in huge headdresses drifted by them.

“Come on,” Hinata said, grabbing Kageyama’s hand again to pull him along again. Kageyama stared down at their hands, fitted together. He squeezed Hinata’s a little tighter, and Hinata didn’t let go.

He got farther and farther from the hall, until they found themselves up on the castle ramparts. Stealthily, they dodged the guards posted for watch, hiding around the corner where they couldn’t be seen.

“Told you we’d make it,” Hinata said, sticking his tongue out. “I’m good at this.”

“Right,” Kageyama said skeptically. “Remind me, how goes the rebellion?”

“You say that like you assume it isn’t going well,” Hinata said, cheeks rounding out in what Kageyama recognized as a pout. He scoffed. What kind of rebellion leader pouted? Aware that Hinata was probably armed, while he was not, Kageyama kept that thought to himself.

“It’s never going well,” he said instead. Perhaps not much better.

But Hinata sighed. Carefully, mindful of his gilded horns, he leaned his masked forehead against Kageyama’s chest. “It’d go better if you were with me.”

Kageyama blinked. It was… incredibly unusual, to hear Hinata admit something like this. Admit he might need something from someone.

“Hinata…” he said hesitantly, but Hinata cut him off.

“Let me see your face,” he said softly.

He reached up, before Kageyama could say more, and ran his fingers over the black mask—traced the patterns carefully, over Kageyama’s brows and cheeks and down his nose. Staring all the while, into Kageyama’s eyes. Finally, Hinata lifted it gently away. And then he touched his fingers to Kageyama’s bare skin, exposed now, and Kageyama’s eyelids fluttered, as his breath came short. Hinata had touched him like this before, except everywhere; and it always made Kageyama feel laid completely open.

“That’s better,” Hinata murmured, before he took Kageyama’s face fully in his hands, cupping his cheeks in his palms. He pushed up on his toes—and he kissed Kageyama, slotting their lips together gently, like perhaps Kageyama had forgotten that indescribable feeling.

So Kageyama wrapped his arms around him to return the kiss, and all the fire behind it, as earnestly as he could.

He wanted Hinata’s hands on him, he wanted Hinata’s body against his, he wanted to hold onto that warmth and never let go. But if any of that were possible, Hinata wouldn’t have had to come on the one night when nobody would question him hiding his face.

Suddenly, there were raised voices, shouting.

“I think he’s gone that way!”

“Your highness! Are you out here?”

They broke apart, startled. Hinata looked furious, then frustrated, then sad.

“You… you have to go,” Kageyama said. “Now, before—”

“I know,” Hinata spat, and then, seeing Kageyama’s remorse, “I’ll come back.”

“No, you won’t,” Kageyama said. “But I’ll come to you. Your rebellion needs a good kick in the pants.”

Hinata managed to laugh at this, brushing his fingers over Kageyama’s lips. There was the clatter of armored feet on the rampart stones outside, and Kageyama glanced around the corner, beginning to feel alarmed. The guards were mere feet away.

“Get out of here, Hina—”

He turned back, but Hinata was gone.

“I’ve found him—” The guards had turned the corner. “Your highness! Your father has been—”

“Sorry,” Kageyama said, not very sorry at all. “I just needed—a breath of fresh air.”

As he let them lead him back to the hall, he realized something. He hadn’t been able to see Hinata’s face without his mask, though it had been so long since they’d last been together. This was Hinata’s fault, surely; and Kageyama vowed to accuse him of it the next time they met. Newly determined, he vowed to himself: soon. 

Soon, he’d breathe freely once again.

More Kinktober? No need to disguise your interest!

[esselley]

Kinktober #14: Role Reversal

Set early on in Kingdom of Crows verse! This is about 0.02% sexy, and idk what the rest is besides dramatic scene setting/Kageyama being extremely in love

They called it “The City”, sometimes.

It was in jest; because it was anything but. The underground maze of tunnels, sewers, and dungeon-like halls beneath Corvus had no infrastructure, no rhyme or reason to the wretchedness.

The Kingdom of Crows thrived upon madness, breathed life into chaos.

Amidst the rabble, Kageyama felt like he could finally make sense of things again. He pulled his hood further over his head, hiding his face in shadows. Suspicious, perhaps, but the more suspicious he appeared down below the surface, the less people would question him. Everyone minded their own business, as long as he minded his own. No one cared about a lanky boy in patched clothes wandering about, when there were so many others just like him at every turn. No one might guess who he truly was.

He wasn’t afraid, down there, despite the dank, unsavory nature of that world. He could more than handle himself in a fight, if anyone had disliked his look enough to start one. Sometimes fights were the fastest way to a friendship, depending on the opponent; and Kageyama, over the years, had made quite a few friends that way. Any of them just might happen to be passing by, to come to his aid if things got messy. The City was funny like that; so many eyes in so many places, and never a clear picture of who was watching who. Like circling scavenge birds, always waiting for an opportunistic moment.

And in dire circumstances, he had one singular friend on whom he could always rely. He liked to fight his own battles, but he knew that even a lion could be defeated by a million stinging ants. So around his neck, he wore a thick signet ring, dangling from the end of a cord. One glimpse of it would send anyone who valued their lives fleeing. They would all know the symbol engraved in the gold—a crown, with the sun carved behind it. It had been a symbol of rebellion, first, and then of hope. The crest of the newly crowned king of thieves.

It was nearly the same design as was stamped on the ring tucked safely away in a chest under Kageyama’s bed. This ring marked Kageyama himself as the crown prince of Corvus, future king—but his was devoid of the sun. That had been a new addition, made by the new thief king; a reminder.

He was as much a king as Kageyama would one day be. But he and his people longed for the light.

Deeper into the maze, Kageyama arrived at a door, wooden and unmarked. He rapped on it, and a small section near the top slid back. Inside was darkness. A guttural voice croaked out of it, “No room for beggars here.”

Kageyama pulled the ring from under his shirt, holding it up in front of the peephole. He knew the password would change every day, but he had his token for passage. Shortly thereafter, the door creaked open, and he slipped inside.

It was pitch black. He heard the sound of the door being deadbolted and shut behind him and waited, unsure of who the guardsman might be. Then someone spoke right in his ear, and he nearly jumped out of his skin.

“No need for princes, either.”

He knew that voice, now it was undisguised. He turned in the dark as arms embraced him, as hands were laid warm upon his face, and then, even more welcome, a most familiar mouth pressed to his own. The lips were rough on his, and already smiling.

“I can just leave, if you’d prefer,” Kageyama mumbled against them. He caught a glimpse of a golden glimmer in the darkness—eyes, lit from within, looking up at him.

Hinata slid a hand to grip the back of his neck tighter, possessively. Kageyama knew Hinata could see him quite clearly in the dark, a boon of his fae blood. It had made him a good thief and a better spy.

“You know perfectly well what I meant.”

“Mmm.” It meant that here was the one place, where Kageyama didn’t have to play the part of a prince.

“Thought you still might not be able to come,” Hinata said, fingers tracing the outline of his jaw.

He wasn’t normally this soft, and Kageyama held completely still out of habit, afraid to startle him—afraid it would stop. In actuality, it had been years since Hinata had bothered to hide the way he felt, but it was still rare for him to allow either of them such a long moment of vulnerability. Maybe it was the dark, or maybe it was going so long without seeing each other.

Two months ago, the long fight for control of the Kingdom of Crows had finally come to an end, and Hinata had been named its new king. Kageyama had been there that night, but the chaos caused by the upheaval would have ripple effects felt even in the royal city, and so, to be on the safe side, they had said goodbye. Neither of them knew how long he might have to stay away, how long security might be increased and the prince could not be found missing, for fear of raising the alarm.

But then, a fortnight ago, a crow had landed on Kageyama’s windowsill, and a glint of gold had caught his eye. Tied around its leg was the signet ring and a messily scrawled map with a golden X to mark where Hinata could be found.

As soon as he could, Kageyama had snuck out, to go underground, to reach the X, to come back to the pickpocket boy who had become a king.

“You missed me, did you?” Kageyama said, aware he was pushing his luck. “Sending an official summons.”

Instead of growing annoyed, Hinata suddenly kissed him fiercely. “You belong with me,” he said, so fervently it cut Kageyama’s breath short. “If I am king then I would have you by my side.”

Kageyama gulped at air. He had no idea how to respond to this brash honesty. Growing up, he had learned that it was a monarch’s right, to call upon those subjects who were dearest to them. And it was an honor to be called, as his father had impressed upon him so many times, when he’d forced Kageyama to stand with him, to show the people to whom they must bow. It hadn’t felt like an honor, then. But it did now.

“I—I’m here,” he finally said.

“You came when I called,” Hinata emphasized, sounding entirely too pleased. Kageyama knocked their foreheads together, a little harder than was necessary. “Come on—you’re just in time for dinner.”

Kageyama felt at first a slight reluctance, at leaving the dark behind, where all he had to focus on was Hinata’s touch. But the feeling was soon replaced by amazement, as Hinata led him from the long tunnel out into the light.

He blinked, adjusting to the change, as Hinata strode on before him—back straight, head held high. He was not tall, by any means, but he’d always taken up space. It had been too long since they’d seen one another, Kageyama thought, stalled for a moment as he looked fondly upon the flame-red hair, the still slightly narrow shoulders. Two children ran forward upon their entrance, and Hinata stopped, lowering himself to one knee. They put his gold crown on his head, and his cloak on his back—black and torn, like crow feathers.

Kageyama saw suddenly, like a vision, an impression of the man Hinata would grow into. It seemed right, that Hinata should wear a crown, now, and in the future.

They had emerged into a cavernous space, the high ceiling home to an uncountable number of mismatched chandeliers hanging from the rafters; iron, wood, glass—hundreds, maybe thousands of flickering lights between all of them. Some of the flames were mage fire, dancing in all different colors. It made the huge room warm and comfortable, which Kageyama thought might have been intentional, given the people gathered there.

“Hinata…” Kageyama murmured under his breath, “you realize the Tanaka siblings are sitting at your dinner table…”

Hinata flashed him an over the shoulder grin. “They showed up just last week, actually. She said she might like to see what the change in leadership might bring.”

The Tanakas were two of the most feared assassins in the lower kingdom. It was said that they never turned away a client, and anyone could afford them, rich or poor—but might not always like the price they would have to pay. Nonetheless, they’d been instrumental as a part of Hinata’s coup to take the crown, not as killers, but as information brokers. They had more dealings with the brother, who Kageyama had realized possessed a kinder heart than it might be wise to let others find out about. The sister was ruthless, and preferred to observe the outcome from afar, but was protective of her brother to a fault.

Not three seating places down from them, the fire mage Taketora had his feet kicked up onto the table. He seemed to be engaged in a staring match with the younger Tanaka, smoke curling off his shoulders and the top of his head in his agitation. Kageyama felt a slight sense of apprehension—none of them were sure, but there were rumors Taketora was part fire elemental. His temper was legendarily explosive, and paired with Ryuu’s, Kageyama couldn’t imagine it would be long before a fight erupted.

But Hinata only looked amused. “They’ve been doing that for days now, but I’ve never had to break anything up. I think part of that may be because of Saeko. But also, I think they’re just curious about each other.”

There were more people at the table that Kageyama would have never expected to see all sitting in one place, let alone (mostly) peacefully. But it would be a disservice to Hinata not to recognize the reason for it.

“You did this,” Kageyama said. “You… brought all these people together. In just two months?”

“It’s a fragile truce,” Hinata admitted, as he took his seat at the head of the long table. Kageyama sat at his right hand. “But it is a truce. And it will get better. It has to.”

Kageyama nodded. Hinata was always saying that people were stronger together. It was the opposite of what Kageyama had been taught growing up—that it was only his will, standing sure and alone, that mattered. He had been told depending on others would make him weak, but he knew now that wasn’t true.

“So,” Hinata said, as they helped clear plates away after the meal was finished. “You’re impressed, right?” This part was a little different, Kageyama knew; the king rolling up his sleeves to help scrub dishes clean. But Hinata wouldn’t have suddenly become too high and mighty to lift a finger for himself.

Kageyama, who had offered to help dry the dishes, snorted. “That’s what you’re concerned with? A couple months spent restructuring an entire kingdom and you want to know whether or not you’ve bowled me over?”

“Well, yeah, that’s the fun part,” Hinata said shamelessly.

In retaliation, Kageyama leaned down to kiss his cheek. “Come talk to me when you can beat me in a fight.”

Hinata squawked indignantly, pushing him away, before surreptitiously looking around to see if anyone had noticed. The earlier, mature image Kageyama had seen of him was instantly dashed, replaced by the boy he’d known who turned bright red whenever he held Kageyama’s hand.

“You’re trying to ruin my reputation,” Hinata accused him, poking at Kageyama’s belly.

“I ruined that ages ago,” Kageyama said with a grin. Hinata could act like no one knew about the two of them, but it didn’t change the fact that everyone knew. It was another of the reasons Kageyama liked staying down there. It was alright, that everyone knew.

Here, Hinata was king, and Kageyama was nobody (or he was the enemy, blood of the king above running through his veins), but it was alright. Here, it was alright that he let Hinata take him back to his room, to where they would share the same small bed, the same pillows, the same heat under the covers. Here, no one would take Hinata away from him.

“Oh-ho,” Hinata said, propped on his arms over Kageyama, looking down at him in the dim light of candle on the bedside table. “So you were impressed.” He trailed sneaky, practised fingers over the front of Kageyama’s pants and Kageyama arched his back into his touch, needy and irritated and in love, all at once.

“Maybe I care nothing for the crown,” Kageyama said petulantly, as Hinata coaxed his hips up, rid him of his clothes, tickled his throat with the tip of his nose. He couldn’t help but soften, the more Hinata kissed him. “Maybe I just care about the one wearing it.”

“Suit yourself,” Hinata whispered. Once he was inside Kageyama, once Kageyama had buried his fingers in his hair and held on tight enough that he could almost believe he’d never have to leave Hinata again, Hinata told him, triumphant: “Right now, it feels damn good being king.”

That’s because he’s already a great one, Kageyama thought, afterwards, lying facing Hinata, staring at the other boy’s elfin face. He was always so lively that seeing him asleep was slightly shocking.

Hinata had dreamed of this. He’d wanted to seize the crown, he’d wanted to pave the path for his people. For Kageyama, who was used to hating the inevitability of his future reign, this had seemed unthinkable. But the longer he’d known Hinata, the better he’d understood.

It wasn’t enough to want to be king for the crown alone. He had to want more—he had to want something for himself.

He brushed Hinata’s hair off his face and pressed a kiss to his forehead, careful not to wake him.

“If I am king,” he whispered, “then I want you by my side. Always.” He snuffed out the candle and curled up against the little ball of heat in the bed next to him.

Hinata had overturned an entire kingdom to achieve his dream. And Kageyama, if he must, would do the very same.

More Kinktober? If you’re not sure, maybe these will reverse your opinion...

[esselley]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Uploaded 2017 Kinktober prompt #14: Role Reversal and #16: Masks to AO3! Both are set in the Kingdom of Crows verse (and are pretty sfw). All the prompts are being put into this collection!

'Hinata strode on before him—back straight, head held high. He was not tall, by any means, but he'd always taken up space. Two children ran forward upon their entrance, and Hinata stopped, lowering himself to one knee. They put his gold crown on his head, and his cloak on his back—black and torn, like crow feathers.

Kageyama saw suddenly, like a vision, an impression of the man Hinata would grow into. It seemed right, that Hinata should wear a crown, now, and in the future.'

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Kageyama begins to understand the true weight of the crown.

Rating: Mature Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Medieval, Royalty, Thieves Guild, Role Reversal, Kinktober 2017, Non-Explicit Sex Series: Part 2 of Kingdom of Crows

Kingdom of Crows: The Golden Mask

'Mask or not, Kageyama knew who it was without a doubt; there weren't many people that small, with hair that red.

"What are you doing here?" he hissed, as Hinata stepped closer to him, to take his hands and fall easily into another dance. "You can't be in the castle!"

"Where there's parties, there's food!" Hinata sang, as though that were good enough reason for risking his very life.'

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Hinata's rebellion has been keeping him and Kageyama apart, but a masquerade ball provides a perfect opportunity around their separation, however brief.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Medieval, Masks, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Royalty, Kinktober 2017, (but sfw) Series: Part 3 of Kingdom of Crows

[esselley]

I was stuck in traffic and listening to Carry Your Throne the whole way and now I really want to talk about Kingdom of Crows headcanons so I’m going to do that! The timeline of this AU will be intentionally vague and nonchronological, so spoilers aren’t really a thing, but if you want to know nothing more until the actual fics are written, skip this

It did occur to me that part of my reasoning for connecting this song so strongly with KOC (best acronym) is because of things I haven’t actually written yet, but that the second verse basically describes??

Try to break inside the walls with // These lies but I'm pulling up the draw bridge // We rose this love from the dirt now // Set fire to the sky watch it burn down It's a ceremony but the crowd's gone // And you got nothing but my crown on

Okay! So Hinata in this AU is part-fae, and mixed blood like Hinata’s is widely maligned/distrusted amongst humans, and people like him are enormously discriminated against in Corvus. So these people, along with the other dregs of society, have formed this network underneath the kingdom, known as the Kingdom of Crows.

So Kageyama, raised as the crown prince of this kingdom, has been taught to hate Hinata’s kind as well, but he meets Hinata when they’re both children, and they bond, and fall in love. But most of their formative years -> teenagers, both sides (the Corvus nobility/thieves’ guild) either don’t know of their relationship, or are trying to tear it down.

SO that first line of the verse basically is entirely descriptive of all that plot, with everyone telling Kageyama all these lies about Hinata’s kind, and he just wants to bring Hinata into his court as his equal :’) And they are both willing to go through anything to do that. 

AS FOR the second part..... so it’s only mentioned once outright in the fic, and perhaps went unnoticed because “consort” is not a very commonly used word in this sense, but by the time The Lost Knight takes place, KageHina are actually married. They are married on the same day as Kageyama’s coronation, and the same day he knights Hinata.

And after the very long and very elaborate celebrations, they celebrate in private... and I had a very very clear image of Hinata running around their enormous bedroom wearing nothing but Kageyama’s billowing cloak and crown <3 AND THEN I HEARD THE SONG!!!!

Anyways there’s some thoughts, oops. Can’t wait to write for this verse again \o/

[esselley]

(1/2) omg ok so i was hesitant about reading hunger just because i wasn't familiar with omega verse and i thought it was gonna be a weird furry thing but i was like. you know what. i trust esselley 100% and i see so many good reviews and BOOOY you do NOT disappoint. i am in love with it so much??? i'm pretty sure you can write anything and ill fall in love with it.

1: Aha… laughing, right, I think it is understandable to believe Hunger would lean towards the furry side of things considering its A) omega-verse and then I also B) gave the roles actual animal names heyyy~ Thanks for checking it out <3

(Right, so for anyone who hasn’t read that series thus far due to wondering about that, the only character that has fur in it is an actual wolf, and her relationship with KageHina is strictly platonic. There, now go read it!)

2: you may absolutely always recommend songs and FUNNILY ENOUGH I just got that song on my spotify playlist this week! *squints* Are you my spotify playlist curator, anon? 

Anyway, I loved it!!!! I actually saved it to my Kingdom of Crows playlist lolllll but it’s ALSO super fitting for Hunger, you are so right!

[columbusswift]

almost done with this one…… shaken to my core tbh