#treesekai

[kingtheghast]

Behold, treesekai

Thank you @liloinkoink for the dialogue!

Ren and Martyn sprites!

[driflew]

dare i say treesekai

ilex you've seen this one already but it's basically all i have. one of the unfinished/unposted treesekai 2 scenes i started and never finished. even opens w the last two lines of the end of actual treesekai bc thats how webcomics are—opening w the last two panels of the previous episode

Ren glances down to the fabric of his glove—still in tact—and then covers the kiss with his other hand. 

The knight may have been right. His engagement may be in danger, after all. 

—

Ren is… distracted. 

It’s not entirely his fault. A lot goes into planning a wedding, especially one on the royal scale. Of course he’d end up a little overwhelmed, a little more scattered than normal. Bdubs has no interest in helping him—Hell, Ren had hardly been able to find proof of the man’s existence since the engagement party three days ago. 

It doesn’t bother him. Really, it doesn’t. Not when he’s got more pressing matters, like the wedding. Or their dealings with their neighboring kingdoms. Or the knight. 

…Especially the knight. 

Really, Ren can’t be faulted for taking a walk to clear his head. Breaks and days of rest are healthy for the mind, too. And it looks good on the King to pay attention to the affairs of his castle. There are a lot of perfectly valid reasons for Ren to stop by the royal guard’s training grounds for a while. And honestly, it can’t hurt to step out into the yard and chat with a few of his knights—learn some names, get a better look at some faces, see if he recognizes any voices. 

After nearly two dozen awkward, stilted conversations with hesitant, unfamiliar knights, Ren leaves. 

Even though he’s aware no one realizes he was looking for someone, he’s embarrassed. He feels… stood up, almost, though he might be projecting. The wound of the engagement party is still fresh in his mind, after all—waiting for nearly an hour in the hall for his fiancé, only to find the man already inside, surrounded in happy, touchy guests. 

Ren still stings. 

Dwelling on the memory is probably why Ren isn’t looking where he’s going, which is why he walks right into someone. The man stumbles back, off balance, and Ren doesn’t think twice about grabbing his waist to catch him. 

“Uh,” the man says. He’s blond, with a black headband tied around his forehead. His hair is damp, as is the front of his shirt, and he smells like he’s been exercising. Ren doesn’t think he saw the man outside, though his features seem somehow familiar. Ren stares a moment, trying to figure out where he’s seen the man, only to watch as his face grows steadily redder and redder. 

“Your majesty?” the man almost squeaks, and Ren remembers himself. He drops the man’s waist, letting him fall entirely to the floor. 

“Sorry! I thought you’d caught yourself!” Ren says, holding his hand out to help the man to his feet. 

Only when the man’s fingers are held in Ren’s own does Ren recognize him. How could he not, after all, recognize the same hand seared so clearly into his memory?

“You’re the knight from the engagement party,” Ren gasps, and the man Ren has spent the last few nights lying awake thinking about blanches. 

“I, uh,” he fumbles, “There were a lot of knights at the engagement party.”

“But only one who spoke to me in the hall,” Ren says, pulling the man to his feet, “Only one who told me he’d give me a hand.” Ren clasps the man’s hand in both of his own, staring into his eyes, “Only one whose name I’d like to know.”

The knight stares at him, seemingly unaware of his mouth hanging open. Ren would feel guilty, but if he didn’t want to be left in shock, then maybe he shouldn’t have done it to Ren first. 

“Martyn!” calls another voice. The man’s head snaps over, and Ren knows his name—Martyn, the knight from the engagement party; Martyn, the stranger bold enough to call out the king’s foolish optimism to his face; Martyn, the only man in the world who wants Ren to be happy. 

“There you are! When you ran off like that—” another man runs through, skidding down the hall, “Your majesty?!”

This knight, Ren does know—his name is Skizzleman, though most people call him Skizz. Martyn drops Ren’s hand as Skizz stops beside them, looking anywhere but Ren’s face. 

“Hello, Sir Skizzleman,” Ren greets.

“Hello, your majesty!” Skizz bows in greeting. When Martyn doesn’t copy the motion, Skizz not-so-subtly elbows him in the side. 

“Sorry, your majesty, don’t mind him,” Skizz explains. He stands up, then smacks Martyn’s head down into a bow, “He has a head injury.”

“A head injury? How did you sustain that?” Ren asks, concerned. 

“I… don’t remember?”

“It was a very bad injury,” Skizz adds, with a sage nod. He releases Martyn, who rubs at the back of his head as he straightens up again. 

“Are you alright now?” Ren asks. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Martyn glances to Skizz, “Mostly. It’s nothing you need to worry yourself with, King Ren.”

[beansfrombeans]

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

“So you’ll need a man to replace him for the time being.” “My thoughts exactly,” says the King. “I wouldn’t want to be unguarded now, not after today’s events. We don’t know if that assassin was alone.” “In which case, I’ll call a—” “Martyn will do it.” (or, the long awaited treesekai homoerotic shaving fic)

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@alltheginkgoleaves wrote the first three quarters of this fic a very long time ago, and this year i swept in to finish it! reblogs appreciated :D

[eversayswhat]

been thinking about the treesekai au again, i should reread it

i think everyone should read it actually

[crafty705]

He looked both ways before crossing he’ll be fine

[kaesnpoint-art]

so that treesekai fic by @liloinkoink has been living rent free in my brain and I had to make some fanart for it (click for better quality pls)

[unexpectedly-haunted]

you’ve been hit by! you’ve been struck by! a 2007 Nissan Micra.

(@yellowsomethings alternate version below cut) ((context here))

[staringamassivemistakeintheface]

I continue to be mildly obsessed with @liloinkoink’s Treesekai AU. I had several hours on my flight back from Curaçao yesterday, so I produced some Scarian art.

They made off with the money, and now they get to sit back and watch it all crumble.

Their faces gave me so much trouble…