I'm wondering how would the s/m react to their s/o having an eating Disorder ❤️❤️
I’ll do the Mukami’s because in my last post I did S boys.
WARNING: EATING DISORDER
Ruki: Does his best to cook up nutritious meals that his S/O will enjoy to encourage them to eat. He always asks if his S/O wants to eat with the others or if they want to wait till later and eat with him. Even if his S/O isn’t hungry, they will be eating.
Kou: Encourages his S/O to eat constantly - after all, a great idol such as himself can’t have their S/O starving. Never lets them eat alone and occasionally tries to cook things for them himself.
Yuma: Researches a lot to try and find out what kind of vegetables are best for someone with eating problems. Works even harder in his garden and always brings out his S/O with him, occasionally stopping to pass them a carrot or tomato and watching intensely as they chew.
Azusa: Wasn’t sure what to think at first - if his S/O’s stomach was hurting then surely that’s a good thing? Only when he finds out a little more about the disorder does he ask his brothers for help and begins to help Ruki prepare meals.
By the way guys, there’s this awesome story on Ao3 that reminds me of this ask, it’s called Nociception and you should go read it :)
Oh I'd like to participate in the game :) Wonwoo and me(Caroline, dark blonde curly hair and blue eyes a bit on the taller side and I like to wear plateaus) in the zoo. That would be so kind of you thanks ♡♡
A Date with Svt: Wonwoo at the zoo
you sprinted around the kitchen grabbing a backpack
filling it with snacks and water bottles
but not the shrimp chips
never. the. shrimp. chips.
a text on your phone sent a ring through the room
Wonwoo texted you
you giggled at his little smiley face
as much as he seemed to act mature
Wonwoo was a huge dork
and when he had asked if you wanted to go on a date
at the zoo no less
you had screamed and basically rolled around on the ground
and Wonwoo’s face
the cutest happiest smile ever
you weren’t sure what he was more happy about
going on a date with you
or getting to see all the animals
he was so happy
and he had wrapped his arms around you and lightly pecked your cheek
it was good you were only a bit shorter than he was
you tied up your curly hair as best as you could and placed a cap over your head
and walked outside
where Wonwoo was waiting with a huge smile
and was that?
“Is that a monkey?”
one of those stuffed plushie monkeys
that had the Velcro on the hands and allowed the monkey to hang around his neck like a scarf
“Yep, it’s a monkey.”
“Why not?” he chuckled unvelcroing the hands and sticking it to his backpack
“ready to go?”
“Yep, let’s go”
it had to be one of the silliest and cutest dates you’ve ever been on
Wonwoo had brought a book with animal facts
“Isn’t that book for little kids?”
“Hey just because it has cute pictures doesn’t mean it isn’t informative”
“If you say so Mr. Bookworm”
him wearing sunglasses though
and lowering the sunglasses just slightly on his nose to give you a look over the top of his sunglasses
tbh stopping you dead in your tracks
because damn he’s too handsome
and you can almost see your blue eyes reflected in his
wearing a bucket hat too
bc what a concept
and holding onto your hand with his right hand
and holding the map of the zoo with his animal facts book in his left
reading out random animal facts
“Did you know wolves are found in more places in the world than any other mammals except humans?”
“No I didn’t.”
“Well someone hasn’t been reading their animal fun facts book.” he teased poking your cheek
“Sorry, I’ll make sure to pick one up the next time we go to the library.”
“I’ll just buy you one.” he laughed
you passed the safari animals
and saw the tigers and lions and cheetahs and giraffes
and Wonwoo would read off facts about each
and help you take pictures
and you guys would trade off who held the selfie stick because you both wanted those anglessss
you both stopped to look at the anteater
and how it lapped up ants with its long tongue
and Wonwoo would occasionally try out some animal impressions
“What am I?”
“A dying sea lion?”
“Caroline please, I’m an elephant, wow.”
and you’d both burst into a fit of giggles
you both saw red pandas and zebras and took lots and lot of pictures together
and he never let go of your hand once
which made you blush a bit
and once you saw the hedgehogs
“WONWOO LOOK AT HOW CUTE”
he lowers himself to get as close to one as possible
“Do I look as cute as the hedgehogs do?” he said blushing at his own question
you’re shook because wow he is as cute if not cuter
“Yes, you’re the cutest!” you laughed and gave him a light kiss
next was the petting zooooooo!!!!!
legit did the both of you die from the adorableness
the goats that would come up behind you and Wonwoo to nip at your hair
and Wonwoo holding the BUNNIES
CAN YOU NAME A CUTER IMAGE THAN WONWOO AND BUNNIES
basically cradling them in his arms like you cradle babies and passing them over to you
being super careful with all the animals too
and legit all the kids come up to you and Wonwoo with your baby carrot sticks
asking if they can feed the bunnies too
and you and Wonwoo are just passing out carrot sticks to the kids
and laughing at how you both don’t have any left for yourselves
but that’s ok because the kids and bunnies being happy made you guys happy
and he places an arm around your shoulder
and you both just observe how adorable everything was
and your last stop of the day?
the gift shop!
he wondered off for a bit while you looked at some magnets and some other plushies
and he comes back
with a butterfly clip
he smiles as he clips it into your hair
“I didn’t think you could get any prettier” he smiled
and he buys the clip for you
and you surprise him with a gift too
“Not just any book!!! Fun facts about animal sounds! For improving your impressions!”
“Thanks, it sounds like a very stimulating read.” he chuckles and gives you a hug
“Thank you for going on a date with me today, I had a lot of fun.”
and he kisses you again
in the middle of the gift shop
underneath the hanging monkey plushies
it had been
a beautiful day
MASTERLIST (where the other date scenarios can be found)
If The Basement Tapes were videos of Eric and Dylan crafting or baking: Easter Special
it's April 3rd, 1999. what's so special about this day, V?
tomorrow is our last Easter before NBK. our last chance to decorate godlike Easter eggs. our last chance to be in the Littleton Easter parade. we need to make it special.
we have so much shit planned and we're going to record it all to show the world how godlike we are. the world will not be ready to see these tapes.
our Easter celebration will be better than NBK. people won't be able to handle Reb and VoDkA's Easter Eggstravaganza.
*whispers* reb, can that be the name of the tape?
*10 minutes later*
*is filming inside of Walmart* we are at Walmart buying supplies
*looking at eggs* how many eggs should we get? two dozen?
we need more than that. I'll get a shopping cart
*goes to the front of the store and gets a shopping cart*
*rides the shopping cart with his trench coat blowing in the airflow*
*sees Dylan riding the shopping cart towards him* V, what the fuck are you doing? are you 5?
*reaches Eric* wheee!
omg I wanna try get off
*rides shopping cart back and forth down the aisle*
*staring at them like wtf are those weird kids doing*
*a few moments later*
reb, get in the back of the shopping cart and I'll push you around
*says this is stupid but gets in anyway*
*pushes the shopping cart around the store while riding it*
*hands camera to Dylan*
*stands up* I FEEL SO TALL FOR ONCE IN MY LI- *dramatically falls*
OW MY FUCKING ASSS
I got that on tape!!
*a few minutes later*
*filling the cart with cartons of eggs*
ok that's enough, now we need some egg decorating kits
Eric and Dylan:
*walks to the aisle with the egg decorating kits*
*puts a bunch in the cart*
I need to get an ice pack for my ass
*at the self checkout*
FIFTY DOLLARS AND EIGHT CENTS FUCK THIS
but we already have everything bagged
*scans one carton of eggs* a dollar and two cents, that's better
*pays* let's go
*20 minutes later*
*filming* we're back at my house to decorate the eggs
we're not going to boil the eggs, we're getting straight to decorating these fuckers
we've got forty cartons of eggs
*sets up camera so it's recording them*
where are your cups, we need cups to put the dye pellet things in
*points* up there in that counter
*tries to reach it* I'm too short *climbs on top of counter*
take the cups and fill em all with water *hands them to Dylan*
*fills the cups with water and puts them on the table* now we need to put the dye things in
*takes the camera and films the dye pellets going in then puts the camera back down so it will record them decorating eggs*
Eric and Dylan:
*are sat down at the table*
*to the camera* now we are about to begin decorating our godlike Easter eggs
pay close attention as this is a special routine that will make your eggs very godlike, this is a two man job btw
*picks up an egg* V, hold the blue water for me
*grabs the blue and holds it* now Reb will gently lower the egg into the liquid
*slowly puts the egg into the blue* ok now we wait
ok now we can take it out, go ahead V
i'm not putting my hands in there, it's going to stain my fingers
use the spoon, jfc V
*uses spoon to take the egg out*
*falls onto table and breaks*
this is why we're supposed to boil them, now there's egg yolk and blue dye all over my mom's Easter tablecloth
*uses paper towel to clean up the mess* but we can't boil them, I have plans
*3 hours of egg decorating later*
Eric and Dylan:
*covered in egg yolk and egg dye*
*is a mess*
*are drying on the Easter kit egg dryers*
*tells the camera* we are almost done!
we have 8 eggs left
*jumps onto the table*
*sits in front of the camera*
Rocky, you're blocking the camera, shoo
*walks across the table and knocks over all the egg dye*
*throws a tantrum* THAT CAT GOT EGG DYE ALL OVER MY TRENCH COAT!!
THIS ISN'T VERY GODLIKE
how are we going to finish the last 8 eggs??!
FUCK THE EGGS, I NEED A NEW TRENCH COAT
*storms out of the house* I'M GOING TO BUY MYSELF A NEW TRENCH COAT
*follows* WAIT FOR ME
*a short drive later*
*filming* me and Reb came to the mall to buy new trench coats, as you can see *awkwardly films self in the mirror* we have already bought some new ones, *yells* Reb get over here and show off your new trench coat
*walks over* it looks exactly the same as the last one
*continues to vlog around the mall*
*10 minutes later*
*filming* I just adopted a bunny
*films the bunny sitting inside of a pet carrier*
*appears out of nowhere* I go to the bathroom and you buy a fucking bunny are you serious
he was only $20
omg let's just go
*back at Dylan's house*
*zooms in and out of eggs* the eggs are dry and looking very godlike, v show em off to the camera, one by one
*picks up an egg* this egg is black with purple spots, it is very creative and godlike *places egg in a giant bag*
*471 eggs later*
those were all of our eggs
*films self* we're going to take them all in my car at midnight and go on a little rebel mission across the neighborhood. we're going to throw one egg at each house until we run out. me and V are the official Easter bunnies of Littleton. this will be the best damn reb-
*screaming* CAPTAIN CARROT IS MISSING!!!! I CAN'T FIND HIM!!!
*captures a 'what the fuck' look on Eric's face*
REB, HELP ME LOOK FOR HIM!!
why couldn't you name him "the destroyer" or something
*sets camera down on the floor and forgets to turn it off*
*mumbles* captain carrot are you serious
Eric and Dylan:
*in a different room looking for captain carrot*
*yells* CAPTAIN CARROT!!
*is filmed hopping across the floor and out of the window*
*a few minutes later*
Eric and Dylan:
*comes back into room*
where could he be??! I paid $20 for that rabbit
I don't care, we need to go on the rebel mission, get the eggs
*picks up the camera*
*grabs the bag of eggs with a pout on his face* let's go
Eric and Dylan:
*gets in Eric's car*
*takes camera from Eric*
*starts to drive*
*sees captain carrot outside* CAPTAIN CARROT!!!!!! *dives out of car*
*stops car* what the fuck
*runs into the street*
no captain carrot, get out of the road!!!
*approaches Captain Carrot*
STOP, YOU'RE GOING TO HIT MY RABBIT
THANK GOD! CAPTAIN CARROT GET BACK HERE
*gets out of car*
Eric and Dylan:
*are running after Captain Carrot*
*runs and disappears in a hole*
THAT DARN RABBIT
we need to go, Captain Carrot wants to be free
*some time later*
*slowly driving down a street*
*throwing eggs out the window at houses* FEEL MY WRATH
HAPPY EASTER BITCHES
*the next day*
*filming* it's 11am, me and V are about to crash the Easter parade
we're going to run into the parade right when the Easter bunny gets there and we're going to pull off the guy's head
*about an hour later*
*is going on*
Eric and Dylan:
Easter bunny float:
*starts to appear*
there it is
and there's the Easter bunny *zooms in*
Eric and Dylan:
*runs into the street and climbs onto the Easter bunny float*
*pulls off the head of the Easter bunny*
Eric and Dylan:
WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING??! THIS WAS MY MOMENT
WHAT THE FUCK BROOKS
*starting to come forward*
Eric and Dylan:
*runs away and takes the Easter bunny mask with them*
It’s a shame that I won’t
write a long review on this, but needless to say, it’s a pretty tensed chapter
that left a sheer hype at the end. Oda is going out of his way to certified
that Pedro has died and so far, it’s pretty convincing. He passed the torch to
Carrot, so things are looking promising for her future; maybe not as a new crew
member but as a backup fighter down the road.
Oda essentially gave a
middle finger by having Peros alive instead of Pedros alas Nappa surviving the
suicide blast by Chiaotzu. Then again, it stopped the effect of time bomb for Chopper
and Brook, so nothing has gone in vein. The rest is pretty filled with intensity
and everything is going to a panic state. The art keeps up the intensity
without feeling lost.
Luffy shows a rare sign of a true captain, which
pleases me. The use of Mirror World for the grand stage for Luffy versus Katakuri
is smart and all hype. That last page got me hyped for the epic battle.
Overall, a pretty thrilling chapter that has a lot of stuff going on yet
remained excited throughout the chapter. I can’t wait for the next chapter.
You sulked as you stared out of the window. The snow seemed to fall non stop, covering the streets with a layer of white. Not that you disliked snow, but you were looking forward to your date with Hoshi, and now it seems that you’ll have to cancel it.
Your phone rang, snapping you out of your thoughts momentarily.
“Yah, I’m outside your door, can you let me in?” he asked.
As you swung your front door open, Hoshi was indeed standing there. He wore a white turtleneck with a black coat and a scarf.
“You could have knocked you know.” You laughed.
“I figured you’d be too absorbed in your own world to even hear anything.” He said while pulling you into a hug.
It had been nearly three months since you last saw Hoshi, as he was extremely busy with the group’s Asia tour. You missed him to bits, and his embrace gave you butterflies. Not only was it warm, it was also comforting, and you were unwilling to break the hug.
“You know our date’s still on right?”
“But Hoshi the snow-”
“Nevermind the snow, I know exactly what we can do.”
Hoshi brought you to an open field near your house. Except that on first glance, you couldn’t tell that it was an open field because of the thick layer of snow that covered it.
You were hesistant whether the two of you should be playing in the snow. Especially since you knew Hoshi was preparing a comeback in a month’s time and his health was crucial. But seeing how excited your boyfriend was, you found it difficult to say no. However you made a mental note to wrap Hoshi in blankets afterwards.
Hoshi pulled out a plastic bag from his backpack and passed it to you.
“We’re building a snowman today.”
Right. That would probably explain why he was so bundled up and why he threw more coats onto you and told you to wear gloves.
Hoshi began by rolling a ball of snow which reached your knee level, you then proceeded to make the middle section of the snowman. Finally the two of you formed the head and Hoshi helped you stack it on top.
“Here, help me put on it’s nose, I’m gonna go find some twigs and pebbles.” Hoshi didn’t even give you time to answer before he ran off.
You grinned as you put the nose on, before deciding that you were going to name the snowman Olaf, simply because you were in love the movie Frozen, and of course the small adorable snowman was your favourite character.
Within five minutes, you spotted Hoshi running back, hands full of materials to complete Olaf. You quickly assembled the rest of Olaf, mainly because you were starting to get cold.
“Wahh it’s so cute!” You squealed as you took out your phone to snap a photo of the masterpiece you finished building.
Hoshi looked fondly at you from a distance, wondering how he managed to find such a lovely girl he could call his.
Your eyes caught Hoshi and you felt your cheeks heating up. You were thankful to have someone like Hoshi by your side.
He was caring, sweet and most importantly, he was yours.
Nick has a kingdom to
rule, a fact he’s impartial about. But
his royal life is turned upset down when he receives a gift with long ears and
Chapter One: The Tribute
Once upon a
time, there was a vast and resourceful land. It was full of forests, and lakes,
mountains and valleys. Naturally, the land was full of animals of all kinds, as
time went by there came predators who decided they wanted specific acres of
land for themselves and their families, through fighting and debating
territories known as Regions came to be. Predator couples ruled each and were
known as kings and queens they would protect and rule their territory and the
other predators and prey that inhabited it until it was time to past it on to
Many different Regions were founded and named, each unique
with its own resources. And, naturally, many stories came from these Regions,
epic tales of adventure, betrayal, danger, friendship, and love. While all
respectable stories in their own right the tale we will be telling today is
without a doubt one of the most peculiar but also one of the most memorable:
The tale of a bunny and a fox.
starts in the Region known as Foxhollow, an average sized territory flush with
forests and vegetation; it had been many, many years since it had seen a bad
The rulers of this prosperous land were the royal Wilde
family. The King and Queen, Maximillian and Amelia Wilde, had decided to retire
and announced their son, Nicholas Piberius Wilde, would be taking the throne. The
news brought other royals and citizens of Foxhollow to the castle.
The minutes before the coronation is where this grand tale
of bravery, romance, and change, begins.
Wilde was in every way, shape, and form: neutral.
He would not reject the crown of Foxhollow, his birthright.
But he would be a liar if he said he was jumping off the walls, overjoyed at
the thought of taking his parents’ responsibility. It was odd, he had spent much of his childhood
in stuffy study rooms, pouring over history books, sitting through dull
meetings alongside his parents as they talked over trading and taxes, going to
sleep with sore arms and legs after hours of sparring.
All those years, all that time, had led up to this moment, a
day that was going to change his life. Yet all he could muster was an apathetic
‘hmm’. Maybe he’d become more invested
after he was crowned and had a few days to adjust to it all.
turned around, fully clothed in his Region’s colors: emerald and amethyst, as
his bedchamber door was open, in stepping his mother who was dressed in her own
Amelia Wilde’s eyes and lips were decorated with both
laughter and age lines, caused by years of running a kingdom and laughing at
the eccentric quims of her husband and son. She smiled warmly at her child as
she walked toward him, her green eyes the exact same shade as her kit’s, were
glittering with pride and tenderness.
“You look so
handsome, dearest,” she praised him, “And so regal.”
He returned her smile, accepting the embrace she provided.
“And you look stunning as always.”
She giggled softly at
him, stepping away, her tender grin now more humorous and messy, showing off
her white fangs, “Don’t you go wasting that charm on your mother, I already
“No other woman is
worthy of my praise,” he smirked but it quickly dropped when Amelia gave him a
pointed look. “No other woman is worthy of my praise,” he repeated firmly.
“That’s because you
never look,” his mother replied in a clipped tone. Her words made Nick’s
shoulders droop, they had had this very conversation weekly since the day he
turned eighteen. “Mother it’s not like I need
a queen to be a successful ruler. Look at King Lionheart, he is an eternal
bachelor and is doing just fine on his own.”
Amelia’s nose curled, revealing her opinion of the lion who was now in their
throne room, a guest for Nicholas’ coronation. “But so is King and Queen
Otterton, which is more impressive considering they have one of the smallest
Regions in the lands.”
“You realize why,
Mother? Because they are two mammals who, as you said, are ruling one of the
smallest Regions known.” He placed his paws on his hips, “Besides, those two
are a good match because they married for love. Love doesn’t happen after one
conversation, it takes time.”
“Yes, but you aren’t even looking,” the elder vixen pointed
out. “Nicholas, you’re father and I aren’t getting any younger and I just hate
the thought of leaving you by yourself with all of Foxhollow to run.”
Nicholas bit back another sigh, he could
never banter long with his mother, “Let me get through this coronation first
and then I’ll look.” He linked his arm with hers and headed toward the door, a
relieved smile already across the vixen’s face. “In fact if I spot any vixens
as lovely as you then I’ll even talk to her.”
Amelia nodded in
satisfaction as they left Nicholas’ bedchamber. As he walked it didn’t go
unnoticed that he was leaving his room as a prince…and would be returning as a
Hopps straightened up, rubbing the dirt covering her paws on her foggy grey
skirt, her dress more rags than anything at this point.
The farm bunny was with a handful of her other siblings,
having planted the last seeds for this harvest, she noticed how her brothers
were filthier than she or her sisters, they truly did not mind looking the part
of peasant. While Judith didn’t mind having to work to live she knew that the
animals of Foxhollow, the middle class and nobles and royalty(though the latter
she knew she would never meet) would look down at her even more so if she was
caked in dirt.
“We should be heading
back,” Rose, the eldest of the current group stated, her head turned up as she
studies the darkening sky. Night would soon be upon them.
Rose’s siblings made no arguments, walking across the rows
and rows of not yet grown carrots as they made their way to the burrows that
were their home. It was almost time for supper, their mother no doubt slaving
away in the kitchen.
having a pleasant conversation with one of her younger sisters, Gwen, asking
about a brush that had gone missing when they noticed a carriage.
It was a few yards away, passing the Hopps carrot fields as
it dashed across the gravel path. The carriage was a beautiful color of
sapphire, silver lining the doors and wheels. The black mare pulling it looked
incredibly pompous and self-important. Adding that all together it wasn’t hard
for Judith to deduce that it was a royal carriage.
the emblem of the Riverway Region?” her brother George asked, pointing to a
symbol of what looked to be an otter on the carriage door.
Rose nodded in confirmation, “Tonight is the coronation of
“That’s tonight?” Judith looked to her sister. She could
recall a few mammals talking about the coronation on her last tri p to the last
marke.t She had not paid much attention since buying apples had been of more
importance in her eyes.
“Yes,” Rose told her. “Poppa said he saw King Lionheart’s
carriage pass this morning, must have wanted to get there early to show a good
Prince Nicholas like?” the youngest of the current group, Agatha asked.
Her older siblings shrugged their shoulders, none had ever
seen the prince. Years ago Judith had caught a glimpse of him as he visited
town with his father, but once again food held more importance.
Suddenly Rupert, the youngest of the brothers there,
shuddered, “When I hear about a new predator getting crowned I always get
George crinkled his nose, “This is the first coronation you’ve ever lived
“Yeah but I’ve heard
of others. You know they crowned some real brutes before.” He wrapped his arms
around himself, “I heard some were even bloodthirsty.” A few of the sisters
joined his shivering at that word. It was a word whispered not only by the
Hopps family but many a prey in many a Region. It was the reason they were
always sure to lock their doors at night and give their predator neighbors a
wide berth. You just never knew…
Nicholas is a fox,” Rupert hadn’t
stopped his fear mongering. “And we’re rabbits!
By nature we’re born enemies. What’s to stop him from sending his guards over
to snatch us ad make rabbit stew?”
Agatha gasped in fright while Rose scowled. “I really do not
think Prince Nicholas, or any predator, for that matter is going to make any
stew-rabbit or otherwise. That hasn’t happened in centuries.”
Rupert didn’t look convinced but by then they had arrived
home and talk of bloodthirsty predators ceased. But one problem was replaced
with another when they saw no smoke rising from the chimney of the dome of
earth they called home. Their mother wasn’t cooking…which could only mean
something bad had happened.
hurried inside, Rose sending the youngest away to the safety of their rooms and
other siblings while Judith and George followed her to the kitchen.
There was a mob waiting for them. All crowded up before the
kitchen doorway but none daring to even stick a whisker in. Judith’s stomach
twisted in dread but she forced herself through the mass, murmuring excuse me’s
and resorting to elbow shoving. She couldn’t stay in the back of the crowd, not
knowing what was going on. But when she had finally made it to the front of the
group she wished she had.
The bane of
the Hopps family existence stood at their kitchen table, before her parents:
the red fox known as Gideon Grey.
He was a landowner, running the farms of the quaint village of Bunnyburrow. When the harvest came in he
decided how much a famer’s family got and where the rabbits sold the produce.
And since he owned the burrow the Hopps’ called home he made them pay a steep
rent to stay there. Tragically it was a rent too steep for them to pay this
month which was why the fox was polluting the kitchen with his stank musk now.
“We’ve given you all we can afford, sir,” her father said,
spreading his arms in an I-don’t-know-what-else-to-do fashion, keeping himself
firmly between his wife and the fox. “One of our little ones got sick and we
needed an apothecary.”
“Yes, I heard ya the first time,” Gideon replied, his lip curled to reveal the
glint of fangs. “But that doesn’t solve my problem, does it? I needed that
money so I could buy a gift for the new king of Foxhollow. They could easily
take these lands away from me-and you-if I don’t stay in their good graces.” He
placed large, clawed, paws on his
hips, looking around the kitchen, unimpressed and disgusted. “I’d take
something of yours as a gift but there’s no way in hellfire he’d-” Gideon’s
long jaw shut as his eyes reached and stopped at Judith and the other rabbits
watching the scene before them. Immediately the bunnies behind her scampered
back but Judith forced her legs to remain still. She may have been terrified of
Gideon, probably all foxes if she knew any others, but she refused to let him
see, especially when he was looking straight at her, his blue eyes thoughtful.
Eventually his scowl pulled up into a nasty and deceitful
grin fitting for a fox.
Gideon turned back to her parents, trying to appear
pleasant. “I was wrong, you do have something of…average value.” He pointed one
claw at Judith. “Give me her and you’ll be free from three months’ worth of
Her parents already frightened expressions morphed into ones
of horror, Gideon might as well have bared his fangs and gone for their throat.
“But-but,” her father stammered, “Wha…”
“Many prey were given as tributes to newly crowned royalty decades ago,” the
fox explained, his smile making the rabbits sick. “I’m sure soon to be King
Nicholas will love this call to the old traditions.”
“You can’t!” Judith’s mother finally spoke, her voice tight
and fierce. “You will not take my
daughter all the way across Foxhollow as a gift
to an animal I’ve never met! Take me if you must have a tribute but Judith
wanted to step forward, to tell her mother it was fine, but she could not, her
legs were stone and her mouth was cotton. All she could image was what this fox
prince looked like, acted like, she knew he was older, she could see a creaky
old fox with graying fur, snarling and snapping at her, mouth wet with saliva
as he tried to have a taste…
eyes were dark as he glared down at the two. “You don’t have a choice, either
give your daughter up or your entire family will be homeless.”
The conflicted expressions on their faces made Judith’s
stomach twist even more. Again she tried to say something but again nothing
came out, she blinked and could see the prince rubbing his claws across her
face and neck and chest as he skinned her alive.
Gideon must’ve been
getting impatient and not wanting to deal with resistant rabbits because he
added, “Surely you can save up money to buy her from the king? You do have
three months to do so.” He wrinkled his nose in distaste as he looked at
Judith. “And I doubt she’ll fetch a large price. I wish I could find a prey
more presentable but beggars can’t be choosers.” His eyes slid to Mr. and Mrs.
Hopps, “And you are beggars.”
could see it the moment her parents looked at her with heartbroken faces. She
could see the self-disgust in their eyes. Judith wanted to tell them it was
okay, she was a big bunny she could take care of herself, that they needed this
home otherwise they’d die starving in the streets, but she couldn’t. All she
could do was see her innards falling out of her torn abdomen, blooding spray as
the fox she was about to be given to ate her. She could only hope she survived
until they collected the money.
Her father nodded, refusing to look at Gideon. Smug and
satisfied he immediately grabbed Judy’s arm and dragged her to the door. She
bit her lip to keep from wailing, the fox’s claws digging into her skin. She
looked over her shoulder and reached her free paw out to her parents, wanting
to say goodbye to them, to her siblings, wanting to get one good look at them
in case this was the last she ever saw of her family, and her home.
Before the burrow door shut behind her she saw her mother
fall to her knees in tears, and her father demanding that Gideon ask the prince
how much it would take to get his daughter back. And then the door was shut and
Judith was leaving her old life behind.
his old cart parked near the burrow, his friend, a mule, ready to pull it.
Unceremoniously the fox tossed Judith into the back of the carriage that was
full of filthy hay and old crates.
“Get going,” Gideon said to the mule, climbing onto the seat
of the cart, “We have a lot of ground to cover and little time to do so.”
The mule obeyed, jogging away from the burrow, heading for the capital of Foxhollow.
It was when the burrow, her home, disappeared from view that Judith snapped.
“No,” she breathed, moving to jump out of the moving
carriage, terror pumping through her veins and bringing tears to her eyes. “No,
no, no, no!”
Gideon let out a
snarl as he saw the rabbit trying to escape, he quickly grabbed her waist,
claws digging through the worn fabric and painfully pricking her skin. Judith
struggled against her captor, kicking and slapping at him as he pinned her
down. “No, no, no!” she repeated over and over, her voice rising, becoming
hysterical. But she wasn’t strong enough to fend off Gideon who found some
coarse rope in one of the crates and managed to tie her wrists and ankles.
“There, that should hold you,” the fox growled, moving back
to his seat leaving the bunny lying on her side. Judith could feel her body
shaking, her tears staining her fur and dampening the hay, she felt like her
thumping heart would burst through her chest. Helplessness and dread weighed
her soul down as they headed to the Foxhollow castle which would soon be known
as Judith Hopps’ grave.
Nicholas Wilde stood between his parents as he was greeted by both royals and
nobles who offered him well-wishes and praise.
He had to fight back a smirk as King Lionheart of the
Kingsland Region hammed it up, exclaiming how both their lands would prosper
together as brothers in bond. When he finally stepped away for the next
well-wisher Nicholas noticed his mother rolling her eyes.
King and Queen Otterton were much simpler, smiling up at
Nicholas and offering him the best of luck. Queen Otterton told him she had
brought him a few jewels native to Riverway, adding teasingly that it was a
good way to catch a fair lady’s eye. Nicholas smiled politely and thanked her,
ignoring his mother’s pointed smile while his father chuckled behind his paw.
it’s time to mingle,” former King Maxmilian decided as their last well-wisher
departed. “Emmit brought some of his finest dishes and I must try a few.” He patted his son on the back, smiling proudly at
him before walking across the room to the buffet that waited for him.
Amelia let out a small sigh of strained fondness, “You’re
father was wasted as a king, he should’ve been a court jester.” She smiled at
her son, “You have fun, talk with animals and get to know them. You’re their
Nicholas smirked at her, “And talk to a couple of vixens.”
She returned the playful grin, “My kit’s so smart.”
separated from his mother, looking for a specific mammal. It didn’t take long
to find him; his eternally furious personality always granted him a lot of
Sir Ele Finnick, a
noble fox that found his riches instead of being born into it like most, was
the one animal in the world Nicholas considered his friend; having known him
since he was a kit and the fennec was a street urchin.
Finnick was leaning against the wall, directly under a
tapestry that showed the first Wilde claming the Foxhollow Region as his own. He
held a half empty goblet of wine, swirling the red liquid around, his brown
eyes looking down into the glass’s contents.
When Nicholas’ shadow fell over him the fennec looked up and
smirked, “Good evening, Your Majesty.”
narrowed his eyes, “If it isn’t my favorite street rat.”
Finnick snorted in a very un-regal way before turning his
eyes to the crowd around them, “Quite a party.”
“Isn’t it,” Nicholas followed his friend’s gaze.
“So, how does it feel
knowing you can behead anyone you wish,” the fennec smiled evilly, baring his
small but sharp teeth.
Nicholas gave his friend a droll look, “There is something
so very wrong with you, Finnick. But to answer your question I’m more worried
over finding a vixen to appear my mother than running the Region.”
Finnick laughed, it
came out raspy, “You would be more
stressed over that.”
“I’ve spent my entire life getting ready to be king, not
finding a suitable queen,” the red fox reminded his friend.
“Well, better get to
hunting,” Finnick waved his goblet carrying paw toward the crowd.
Nicholas studied the party goers, picking out the vixens and
trying to figure out which one he should approach, he knew he wouldn’t be
rejected by any-none would dare reject a king. But that was the problem, wasn’t
it? Many women would look at him and only see a crown.
caught his friend’s hesitation because he spoke once more, “What about Lady
Winter? She’s a good catch, smart and kind, and
Nicholas studied the artic fox who was having a pleasant
conversation with Queen Otterton. He had spoken with her before, whenever her
family visited the castle or when he walked the streets of the capital. He
supposed he could at least try to
talk to her, see if they could find some common ground to bond over.
“Wish me luck,” Nicholas told the smaller fox beside him
before heading toward the vixen.
halfway across the room when a scream split the air, sending everyone’s fur on
Nicholas whirled around toward the large doors of the room,
wondering if the castle was under attack but instead the door opened to see a
husky red fox in dirty peasant clothing walking in, dragging a bound rabbit
The nobles of the
room exchanged confused silence as Nicholas remembered he was king and it was
up to him to figure out what was going on. He marched over to the fox and the
rabbit, the latter having been released and fallen to her knees.
“May I help you?”
Nick asked the peasant.
“Ah!” the plump fox exclaimed, bowing dramatically to him.
“King Nicholas, it is an honor to meet you I am Gideon Grey, I manage the
fields of Bunnyburrow.”
“Oh, I see,” Nicholas replied, remembering that Bunnyburrow
was one of the most prosperous fields in all of Foxhollow. “It is a pleasure to
“The pleasure is all mine, Sire,” Gideon Grey gushed. “I’m
afraid I can’t stay long, but I wanted to bring you a gift for your
coronation.” He stepped back and indicated to the rabbit, “I’ve brought you a
Nicholas finally got
a good look at the bunny. She was dressed in an old gray dress that was caked
with dirt, her ankles and wrists tied, her gray fur matted and ears drooped
across her back. She was staring up at him with violet eyes that popped in
contrast to her fur, said eyes were full to the brim with terror as she stared
up at him, unblinking. Nicholas noted this was the closest he had ever been to
“Tribute?” he echoed,
“It is an old-tradition for royalty to receive prey tributes
on their coronation,” Gideon Grey explained.
Nicholas narrowed his eyes at the rabbit who seemed to
shrink into herself, her body shivering like she was in a blizzard instead of a
warm space. He could vaguely recall reading about such a tradition but it
hadn’t been performed in years and Nicholas couldn’t help it, he glanced over
his shoulder to seek advice from his parents. But he received none, his father
going back to his meal and his mother turning away.
So Nicholas decided it would be rude to not accept the gift,
as bizarre as it was. He turned back to Gideon Grey with a polite smile, “Thank
you, it is much appreciated.”
The fox smiled
proudly, “It was no trouble at all, Your Highness.”
spoke to the two antelopes standing by the doors, “Please take my…tribute, to
my bedchamber along with the other gifts.”
“Isn’t it like…illegal to not make a snowman on a snow day?” You pouted, pulling on your hat. “I’m fairly certain it’s not illegal.” “Come on already! Just put your winter stuff on and make a snowman with me!” You stomped your foot down angrily and crossed your arms at the door. “I’m waiting.” A few minutes later you were both outside, the cold air hitting you from all directions. “Well then, let’s get to it!” You announced, trying to roll a snowball into a base. And failing miserably. “This isn’t working.” You frowned, turning towards Dan for words of encouragement. “No, it isn’t.” He laughed, “I told you building a snowman would be a waste of time.” “Time that you were wasting anyway, I’m sure.” You retorted, looking down to your pile of snow. Hearing Dan’s continued snickering, you bent down, feigning trying to form a snowman and gathered as much snow as you could in your arms. You were preparing to turn around and smack Dan with your rejected pile of snowman, when you felt something fall atop your head. “Dan!” You whined shaking your hair free of snow, “It’s cold! I’m cold!” “Well damn Y/N! I can’t control the weather!”
“Pass me the carrot.” You pointed, trying to maneuver the scarf around the snowman’s neck. “Are we going to have to eat this after you’re done.” Phil stuck his tongue out, and making a disgusted face. “You’re going to eat his nose?” You teased, sticking the carrot into the ball of snow and stepping back to admire your handiwork, “dang. I did a good job.” You praised yourself. “Don’t you mean we did a good job?” Phil pouted, tugging your sweater. “No. I mean I did a good job.” You smirked, “all you did was hand me the supplies.” “And help you roll the snow!” He defended, “without me you wouldn’t have this masterpiece.” “Oh alright fine. I’ll include you in my award-winning speech, for Best Snowman in London.” “That’s all I ask.” He laughed, turning back to the snowman, he frowned, “don’t you think it’s missing something?” “Like what?” You asked, cocking your head to the side. “I dunno. A hat? Didn’t Frosty the Snowman have a hat?” “Yes. But this isn’t Frosty.” You giggled, “he is his own snowman.” “I didn’t realize our snowman was alive.” “In spirit, Phil! In spirit!”
Carrot emerged, waving a small yellowing sheet. Vimes squinted at it.
“Looks like nonsense to me,” he said, eventually. “It’s not dwarfish, I know that. But these symbols—these things I’ve seen before. Or something like them.” He passed the paper back to Carrot. “What can you make of it?”
Carrot frowned. “I could make a hat,” he said, “or a boat. Or a sort of chrysanthemum—”