#Minotaur hobie giving me all the feels!!! 😭💜

[the-kr8tor]

YESSS HE NEEDS ALL THE LOVE

Nooo not him breaking off his horns 😭😭😭😭

OANDKWJDNWKD R IS SUCH A SWEET HEART!! This has given me so many thoughts for the inevitable minotaur fic 😍😍😍 I gib your smart brain a pat ❤️❤️

I hope u have another great day!

Minotaur Hobie my sad depressed boy....

Tw; blood, weapons, mildly descriptive violence?, perhaps depression

Minotaur Hobie who has to pretend he doesn't get frightened by the sound of metal clicking, he wants to cover his ears and run away to hide in his uncomfortable bed made of hay and straw. He knows this means that there are even more men coming for him, to try and slay him, as if he were the evil one in the story. Is it so evil to be odd and be born different?

No, he didn't ask for this but he plays his role nonetheless. He already knows he can't escape, Hobie knows he'll forever be met with the sound of his flesh getting stabbed, he can feel his warm blood seeping out of every new wound acquired.

And when he rests at night he curls up his body into his bed, fisting at the sole bed sheet he has ever had. He tries to sleep, he truly does, but he's upset at himself. What kind of creature was he to never be slain? A monster? He just wanted a chance as well, he wanted to live. He meant no harm, he was no beast, he was as scared as a child is afraid of the dark and the monsters that lurk in their bedroom at night.

He trembles, getting hardly any sleep, nothing is ever warm enough to cover his whole body. He envies the heroes who come in with layers upon layers. He wishes he too could feel warmth the way they do. What was it like to be cared for? To be loved? He knows how to love, he loves the creatures that live within his maze, the birds and the small woodland creatures. But he never knew what it was to be on the receiving end. Would his fate change? Who would love a beast. Who would dare to live something as unusual and unnatural as him? A murderer, someone who has ripped others into messy and bloody shreds.

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I didn't expect to cry for our minotaur Hobie today 😭😭😭 LET ME HOLD HIM AND CODDLE HIM AND TELL HIM HE'S LOVED PLEASE!!!!

[fiepige]

Free my man, he did nothing wrong!! (and also give him lots of hugs and kisses <3 ) Poor Hobie trying to break off his horns to look less monstrous but they just grow back 😭 He just wants to fit in! To look less monstrous so people might stop attacking him! The first time R clatters some metal near Hobie he just drops whatever he's holding and goes full on panick mode (his mind taking him back to the labyrinth and all the attacks he had to endure there 😭) feeling like the walls are closing in on him- he can't escape! They always follow him! He has to fight! His body tenses as it's anticipating the next attack. And when something makes contact with his arm he flinches, getting ready to fight for his life like he has so many times before, but then he looks up and sees R's hand gently resting on arm as they speak to him calmly, trying to gound him. Telling him that he's safe, he escaped and he never has to fight again. And Hobie just starts sobbing. Both out of shame over his reaction, but mostly because he's still getting used to having someone around to care for him when he's scared 😭And R pulls him into a hug and keeps reassuring him that he's alright, he's safe. Holding him until he stops crying and he practically falls asleep in their arms, exhausted, but also feeling safe and loved 😭💜😭 R who never makes fun of him for being afraid of the dark, instead they hold his hand and guide him through it, talking calmly to him the whole time to let them know they're there. R getting a light source for him near his big soft bed, making sure he feels safe and comfortable whenever he needs to rest 😭💜

(Oops got a bit carried away there, this AU just has so much great potential for some great angst and that sweet, sweet hurt/comfort that I love so dearly 💜) Thank you, I wish you a good day as well 💜

Minotaur Hobie my sad depressed boy....

Tw; blood, weapons, mildly descriptive violence?, perhaps depression

Minotaur Hobie who has to pretend he doesn't get frightened by the sound of metal clicking, he wants to cover his ears and run away to hide in his uncomfortable bed made of hay and straw. He knows this means that there are even more men coming for him, to try and slay him, as if he were the evil one in the story. Is it so evil to be odd and be born different?

No, he didn't ask for this but he plays his role nonetheless. He already knows he can't escape, Hobie knows he'll forever be met with the sound of his flesh getting stabbed, he can feel his warm blood seeping out of every new wound acquired.

And when he rests at night he curls up his body into his bed, fisting at the sole bed sheet he has ever had. He tries to sleep, he truly does, but he's upset at himself. What kind of creature was he to never be slain? A monster? He just wanted a chance as well, he wanted to live. He meant no harm, he was no beast, he was as scared as a child is afraid of the dark and the monsters that lurk in their bedroom at night.

He trembles, getting hardly any sleep, nothing is ever warm enough to cover his whole body. He envies the heroes who come in with layers upon layers. He wishes he too could feel warmth the way they do. What was it like to be cared for? To be loved? He knows how to love, he loves the creatures that live within his maze, the birds and the small woodland creatures. But he never knew what it was to be on the receiving end. Would his fate change? Who would love a beast. Who would dare to live something as unusual and unnatural as him? A murderer, someone who has ripped others into messy and bloody shreds.

-🪦

I didn't expect to cry for our minotaur Hobie today 😭😭😭 LET ME HOLD HIM AND CODDLE HIM AND TELL HIM HE'S LOVED PLEASE!!!!