Anon asked for some mlm Deertaur hcs so I hope these suffice!
🍀Okay I have mentioned this before but I shall do it again your dear s/o will be making you beautiful flower crowns that sort of match the symbolism behind a wedding ring but are taken twice as seriously
🌲They take nature very seriously and do not like it when anything tries to fuck with it so all should be wary of angering them because they have a anger a dragon’s fire could never match (this also applies to their mate)
🍁Also will drag you onto a bunch of walks looking at the world’s beauty and just are very prone to be snuggle bugs
🌱trust me just because deer are supposed to be soft and gentle creatures that doesn’t mean they aren’t going to drag you off on a quest where you need at least 48 health potions and a really good weapon
🍃It’s going to be interesting to say the least when the two of you try to figure out how to sleep together and are probably gonna have to invest in that one bed 4 centaur/deertaur
🍂 Deertaur bf is going to be making you food with all the fresh ingredients and going all out like 5 out the 7 days of the week along with a lot of other thoughtful things so you better make sure you make it up to him eventually~
A few beads of sweat drip down your shoulders, but you didn’t mind. Especially when the rare breeze came by to cool you down. Working on the family orchard during this time of year was the very definition of peace. With the brilliant blue skies above and not a cloud in sight. Or the apples which taste as sweet as they smell. You toss a core onto the ground to pick up later and wipe the juice away with a content hum. The only thing that could make this day better…was if you were tall enough to reach the bright red apple above you.
The very tree seems to be mocking you. Despite standing on the top of the ladder and on your tip toes, you still couldn’t reach it. The branches were too thin to climb and you would have damaged the tree if you tried so that was out of the question. However, another idea pops into your mind. Bending your knees and keeping your eye on the prize, you spring into the air and you manage to fully grasp the apple as it comes off with a pop. Giving a shout of glee you realize one thing. Gravity hasn’t pulled you back down and you seem to be stuck in the air.
A rich laugh comes from behind you and only then do you realize the hands gripping your waist, holding you in the air. Turning around, you see your boyfriend. His skin was a light maple with golden eyes. While his dark brown hair was short and messy, as if he just ran his fingers through it. The horse counterpart of him was a light chestnut and his tail is braided, the color matching his hair. “What are you doing, blossom?” Did he really have to give me an apple themed nickname?
“I couldn’t reach the apple,” You steady yourself on the ladder once he sets you down. His hands don’t leave your waist.
“So you thought you would jump? What would have happened if you missed landing on the ladder? You could have gotten hurt,” His tone was still playful, but there was an almost parental concern hidden underneath.
“I would have been fine, the fall isn’t too high and I’ve jumped out of trees before,” Except you were younger back then and you were almost always on the lowest branch. “Besides, I got the apple.”
He shook his head in slight disbelief, “You could have just asked for help.”
Rolling your eyes, you toss the apple into the large pail below. “What are you going to do, Brisu?” A gooey smile decorates your face. “Hold me up the entire time?” You remember him trying to help you pick apples from the high branches before. You even stood on his back and almost fell off a couple of times. You catch a glint in his eyes before your hoisted into the air and set on his shoulders. His head between your legs while he holds your shins to steady you.
“I guess so,” He looked up at you and mimics your smile. Laughing the entire time, you pick the rest of the apples off of the trees. Plus, with the extra height boost you were able to finish much sooner than anticipated and got some extra free time to play around with the young centaur foals before the lunch bell rung.
You never have until now, though groups of them had been coming close to your town recently. They were a strong and often war like race and the land you lived on had once belonged to them. It was a miserable little town, dry and ugly, but they wanted it back and had been scaring your neighbors.
Maybe that’s why they had captured this one, to send a message to the others.
He was…beautiful.
His top half had dark brown skin and eyes so brown they were almost black. His hair was long, tied into a neat braid. He had tattoos across both biceps, black ink shining on hisx built arms. His lower half was just as lovely, the body of a beautiful mustang with strong legs and a long tail.
He was absolutely beautiful, you throught.
And he was fighting back, pulling at the ropes and shouting insults you couldn’t understand. The people around him jeered and attacked but you…stayed away. You always stayed away. Though you lived in the town, it was on the outskirts and away from the others.
They didn’t like you.
They never had, whispering behind your back as you walked through the dusty streets, your nose in a book. Any attempt to make friends ended badly so you just stopped trying.
You simply stayed away, like they wanted.
Watching in the shadows as they bound him between two poles in the middle of the town. He pulled and fought and spit at the people around him, but he was unable to break free.
“No food! No water! Nothing until his kind agree to our terms!” The general shouted.
General Cane was the unofficial leader of the town, the others following his words like dogs. He was handsome to others, but all you saw were hateful eyes and a mouth that spit venom.
You hated him with a burning passion.
Maybe that was why he constantly harassed you. You wanted to leave before you were really noticed but the only path to your home…was right past them.
So you walked quickly and quietly, clutching a novel to your chest and hoping that no one would notice you.
Sadly, the General did and he quickly approached you, just as you were getting closer to centaur.
“Morning, Miss Y/N.”
“Good morning.” You replied, polite yet curt as you quickened your pace.
“Quite a day, don’t you agree? Finally teaching that lot a harsh lesson.” He said proudly.
“No. I don’t agree.”
He confident grin fell but quickly returned.
“Maybe we ought to discuss our difference of opinion over dinner then?” He asked, reaching for your arm.
“No thank you, General.” You replied, stepping away from his grasp.
“Too busy?”
You paused, looking at him with a bored expression.
“No.”
And you continued walking. As the General glared at you, you heard the centaur cough. His face was hidden by his hair but…you got the idea he was trying not to laugh. And it made you smile as you walked a littled faster.
As the week went on in your little town, the General continued to bother you. You continued to avoid him, and the centaur continued fighting. But he was getting weaker, the lack of food and water weakening him…And it broke your heart to see such a beautiful man suffer.
So one late night, you snuck into the town and approached him.
It was late and cold and he looked…broken. Slowly, you came foward and reached into your bag. He heard your footsteps and looked up, tired and angry.
“I don’t agree with what’s being done to you. And I want to help you…but if you’re going to escape, you need to get your strength up.”
It was the first night you fed him food and water, standing on a rock so you could reach him. The next day, he still acted weak but you noticed a light in his dark eyes…and he secretly smiled at you as you walked by. You returned that night, feeding him again…but this time he spoke.
“Thank you.”
“So you can speak English! I thought so.”
He grinned and said,
“I like it better when people don’t know. But you are trust worthy…”
“What’s your name?” You asked.
“Chesmu.”
“I’m Y/N.”
You continued your secret meetings and Chesmu continued his charade, acting weak and broken until the day came. The day you had planned together and waited for…
General Cane untied him, boldly talking about how all “these wild creatures need to be beaten down” and “taught who owns them and this land.”
It was a disgusting speech but you still stayed, watching as the General did perhaps the dumbest thing anyone could ever do a centaur:
He attempted to ride Chesmu, without his permission.
He strode around as the people laughed…And then you caught the centaur’s eye. His dark, brilliant eyes that twinkle boldly. And in a second, he was bounding away, tossing the General off of his back as he shouted in his own tongue. People screamed, backing away as Chesmu bolted for freedom…right towards you.
You soon found yourself being picked up into his strong arms and placed onto his back as he ran.
“Hold onto me!” He shouted.
Still shocked, you did as told. And soon, the shouting and the chaos and the little town were long gone, left behind in the dust as Chesmu escaped.
“I don’t remember this being part of the plan.” You said.
“That dog found out! I heard him and another talking…they were going to hurt you. I couldn’t let him hurt you…”
Suddenly, Chesmu pretending not to know English seemed pretty brilliant. Who knows what the General had planned for you…Chesmu eventually stopped running, slowing down to a calm walk.
“Y/N, I don’t think I’ve ever met someone like you…someone I like as much as you. I did not want to leave you with them because I feel that…You belong with me.”
You smiled, kissing his shoulder softly. Your hands were resting on his bare chest and you could feel how wild his heart was beating.
“I’m happy you feel the same way, Chesmu. I was going to miss you when you left…”
His warm hand rested over yours, pressing you closer to him. To his heart.
“This belongs to you, Y/N. Will you keep it?”
“Yes.”
And with that, he started running again, bolting towards the new life you would soon build together. 🖤
(Is this shamelessly based on both Beauty and the Beast and Spirit? Yes. Yes it is.)
He wraps you in his arms at night, and you can’t help but feel safe. You taught him archery, and he taught you to bask in nature. Sometimes, you would wake up with flowers braided into your hair, and he would laugh. There he was, such a strong, tall centaur that could carry you with one arm. Laughing because, “Isn’t it funny that the flowers just seem to fall into place like that?” Even he knew it was a foolish joke- but he still braided flowers into your hair and pretended it was the wind.
You’d spend lazy summer days together, watching the sun dapple distant meadows and watching the sun set over forests alive with the chirping of crickets. Winters would come and you would sit beneath the eerily quiet trees, humming to each other to feel a little less alone.
He let you ride on his back so that you could travel to towns you could never reach on foot. You two explored to your heart’s content and when all was said and done you rested around a bonfire in each other’s arms. And what strong arms he had. All the better to hold you. And his lips, all the better to kiss you. Whenever your lips met, his curly hair would always flop into his face. It made you laugh. He was so sweet.
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