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(tw for internalized homophobia, trauma, alcoholism, and psychological self-harm)

Alma wouldn't ever recognize the wyngling she raised if she saw him at the Rattle's Rest, or any of the other pubs he frequented when Ash kicked him out.

He had managed to pick up a pretty girl on the way in today. Not when he was there, like usual, but on his WAY from the Nook to the pub. And... and he thought she was pretty, at least? She looked unusual, with the placement of her colors, and people said unique girls were the prettiest. He could recognize prettiness, but he wasn't sure that it was in the same way some gros might consider a potential mate pretty.

He really wished it was.

"Yeah, I live at the Nook - I practice magic, mainly, and rest and eat there. Rest of my time I wander around Wynsiph," Yanay chuckled, taking a sip of the murky green sap and ignoring the impulse to screw his face up in disgust. "Good thing, too, or I wouldn't have found you, beautiful." The purple gro smiled sheepishly and blushed, which was hard to see under the light of the lanterns in the pub, but he caught it.

He became the prince he fantasized about from his storybooks. He was the one who whisked girls off their feet now, flirting and charming them every time he set foot in the Rest. Some of them kept coming back to him, and he'd ended up in dark allies or dim apartments so many times with those girls. He knew what their gestures meant now that he'd spent enough time getting brushes of a hand on his shoulder or with someone leaning in too close. He knew how to do it too, now.

"I like to stargaze, and you?" He tipped his glass at her in a simple gesture before tipping it back, downing what was left. The sailor's swamp went down hard, but it didn't make his head as swimmy as it used to. Not at the first glass.

This was a self-inflicted trauma. He knew what he was doing to himself every time he left with one of them, and he knew that one day, he would see the consequences of his actions wandering around the Nook. None of them ever seemed like the motherly type when they were mouthing at his neck. But even that wouldn't complete the trauma.

This would. This would bring everything full circle. He would have finally fucked himself up so completely that his body changing wouldn't matter.

But not her. He would make sure he didn't hurt her. He made sure to be up-front with her, what he wanted, and that he asked before any sap touched her tongue.

Behind them, Ash was trying to drag out an orange wyngro that had had one too many drinks and began belting out the entirety of some foreign opera, and while the other customers had begun to complain, one gro at the bar managed to sleep through it. Yanay ignored it, trying so hard to get lost in that little bubble with him and his new acquaintance.

"Do you want to go to an inn with me? Spend the night with me, sweetheart? My treat," he practically purred, putting on his most charming face as he leaned towards her. His face was close to hers, but he didn't want to touch her unless she said it was okay. It didn't matter whether or not she was experienced like the others, though her being so seemingly innocent helped - the flustered look on her face said it all. It was him. He was taking the first move. He was changing himself. He would be normal if he did this, for once in his life.

"I - I mean... if you want," she responded, smiling sheepishly. Her flustered expression gave way to one of flattery. "I wouldn't mind...."

"Then it's settled," Yanay hummed, leaning in to murmur into her ear, "tonight, you'll stay with me, and wherever we go, I'll make you feel right at home."

Then he pulled her to her feet, and they followed the orange wyngro out of the door of the Rest, looking a lot less like they were sulking than he did.

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First part: yet to be posted
Third part: not here yet!

Yanay is doing some bad shit to himself. Basically, he's putting himself through his own twisted sort of conversion therapy - all for the sake of feeling more "normal." this stuff is really, really awful to write, but yanay's plot has always kinda been meant to be pretty heavy - and almost all of my characters i try to put some real-life matters into

bright side!! i had a really fun time with designing those background gros, lol

+ unlimited clothing: x

5 / 954
art and yanay
feferi
species

Description
(tw for internalized homophobia, trauma, alcoholism, and psychological self-harm)

Alma wouldn't ever recognize the wyngling she raised if she saw him at the Rattle's Rest, or any of the other pubs he frequented when Ash kicked him out.

He had managed to pick up a pretty girl on the way in today. Not when he was there, like usual, but on his WAY from the Nook to the pub. And... and he thought she was pretty, at least? She looked unusual, with the placement of her colors, and people said unique girls were the prettiest. He could recognize prettiness, but he wasn't sure that it was in the same way some gros might consider a potential mate pretty.

He really wished it was.

"Yeah, I live at the Nook - I practice magic, mainly, and rest and eat there. Rest of my time I wander around Wynsiph," Yanay chuckled, taking a sip of the murky green sap and ignoring the impulse to screw his face up in disgust. "Good thing, too, or I wouldn't have found you, beautiful." The purple gro smiled sheepishly and blushed, which was hard to see under the light of the lanterns in the pub, but he caught it.

He became the prince he fantasized about from his storybooks. He was the one who whisked girls off their feet now, flirting and charming them every time he set foot in the Rest. Some of them kept coming back to him, and he'd ended up in dark allies or dim apartments so many times with those girls. He knew what their gestures meant now that he'd spent enough time getting brushes of a hand on his shoulder or with someone leaning in too close. He knew how to do it too, now.

"I like to stargaze, and you?" He tipped his glass at her in a simple gesture before tipping it back, downing what was left. The sailor's swamp went down hard, but it didn't make his head as swimmy as it used to. Not at the first glass.

This was a self-inflicted trauma. He knew what he was doing to himself every time he left with one of them, and he knew that one day, he would see the consequences of his actions wandering around the Nook. None of them ever seemed like the motherly type when they were mouthing at his neck. But even that wouldn't complete the trauma.

This would. This would bring everything full circle. He would have finally fucked himself up so completely that his body changing wouldn't matter.

But not her. He would make sure he didn't hurt her. He made sure to be up-front with her, what he wanted, and that he asked before any sap touched her tongue.

Behind them, Ash was trying to drag out an orange wyngro that had had one too many drinks and began belting out the entirety of some foreign opera, and while the other customers had begun to complain, one gro at the bar managed to sleep through it. Yanay ignored it, trying so hard to get lost in that little bubble with him and his new acquaintance.

"Do you want to go to an inn with me? Spend the night with me, sweetheart? My treat," he practically purred, putting on his most charming face as he leaned towards her. His face was close to hers, but he didn't want to touch her unless she said it was okay. It didn't matter whether or not she was experienced like the others, though her being so seemingly innocent helped - the flustered look on her face said it all. It was him. He was taking the first move. He was changing himself. He would be normal if he did this, for once in his life.

"I - I mean... if you want," she responded, smiling sheepishly. Her flustered expression gave way to one of flattery. "I wouldn't mind...."

"Then it's settled," Yanay hummed, leaning in to murmur into her ear, "tonight, you'll stay with me, and wherever we go, I'll make you feel right at home."

Then he pulled her to her feet, and they followed the orange wyngro out of the door of the Rest, looking a lot less like they were sulking than he did.

------------------------------

First part: yet to be posted
Third part: not here yet!

Yanay is doing some bad shit to himself. Basically, he's putting himself through his own twisted sort of conversion therapy - all for the sake of feeling more "normal." this stuff is really, really awful to write, but yanay's plot has always kinda been meant to be pretty heavy - and almost all of my characters i try to put some real-life matters into

bright side!! i had a really fun time with designing those background gros, lol

+ unlimited clothing: x

5 / 954
art and yanay
feferi
species