Lemon Boy (TWST x Male Reader harem)

Prolong 2 (Edited)

"Why not!?" Both y/n and Epel's grandmother asked. 

Y/n's horse reeled his head looking around at the sudden noise. Y/n ran along the hayloft and jumped down onto the top of the horses stall jumping down and landing on the horses back.

"It's alright, Mearle" he hushed. "If y/n can't come then I ain't wanna either." Epel said, his grandmother groaned, "Y/n ain't a kid no more Epel. He ain't need yer protection." 

Y/n piped up as well, "Yeah! Ah'll be fine! Ah'm a grown man." He pouted, the horse huffing when he wasn't let out of the stall, "It ain't only that! I don't wanna be away from 'em!" His grandmother once again sighed, "You two..."

Y/n jumped down and let Mearle out along with their milk cows and goats. Then he jumped back up to where Epel was. 

"Come on this is yer big chance!" He cheered kicking his feet back and forth as he sat on the edge of the loft. "What 'bout yer big chance!?" Y/n scratched his neck, "Hey Night Raven ain't the only magic college, ah can always sign up for Royal Sword." Both of the Falmier's winced, "Now now... We ain't gotta go there." Epel's grandmother said. "You would be better off somewhere else. How 'bout Noble Bell College?" Both boys cocked their heads, "What's Noble Bell College?" They both asked.

Epel kept the carriage waiting: lucky to say he was the first to do so. The intimidating black horse did nothing to him, as Mearle was far more scary. He waited for y/n to send a request letter to both Noble Bell College and Royal Sword Academy before finally walking over to the awaiting carriage.

"Make sure to write." His mom said hugging her son, "Show all those prissy magic boys what ya got!" His father cheered, "Make lots-a friends, 'lright? Y/n can't always be yer only one." His grandmother gave him a hug letting y/n walk up next, "Wait for meh mk? And write everyday, and tell meh what the outside's like, and call, and don't let nobody walk over ya. M'right?" 

Epel chuckled, "Yeah, yeah" he gave him one last hug. It'll be the last time they'll see each other in a while. Neither of them have ever left their little town, so they have literally seen each other every. Single. Day, since y/n moved there. "Mk! Have fun!!" Y/n and Epel's mother said both waving.

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The next few days were hardest for y/n, while Epel's family had a hard time without their son, it was safe to say y/n was taking it the hardest. Everyday he would take the longest ride he could on his trusty stead: Mearle. 

Mearle was a rogue horse that only y/n seemed to tame, however no matter what the boy did, he could not get the horse to take a saddle. He and Mearle both preferred to ride bareback, so he didn't mind much. 

When he was 10 he discovered he could use magic, upon this his magic went out of control. Often not being able to control it at all, Epel's grandmother: the only person he knew who was a master at magic, had y/n and Mearle become master and familiar to help y/n tame his new found magic.

He went to his favorite place it was on top of a hill at the edge of his property. Where he would spend most of his days. Not even Epel knew this spot, it was his. He sighed laying sprawled out on the soft grass, Mearle grazed on the grass of the thick forest next to him. 

He heard wings rustling, and opened his eyes to look at the sky above, he saw a large bird flying over him, he raised a hand imagining running his hands through the birds soft feathers. The bird flew down, landing gently on his outstretched palm, y/n stayed stock still, not daring to move a muscle, in fear of scaring the large creature.

The bird let out a soft chirp, dropping a letter onto y/n's chest. "Is it from Epel?" He wondered slowly sitting up, the bird moved to his shoulder resting its wings.

"Dear L/n Y/n,

We're happy to inform you that your request to join Royal Sword academy was accepted! The first day will be on May 2nd. Everything you need will be included with your stay, if you have a familiar you may bring it. A carriage will pick you up at approximately 3:30 pm on May 1st. We will provide your uniform and text books. 

We look forward to seeing you. Sincerely,

Ambrose LXIII."

Huh? He got in? Y/n's mind was racing, A.) A scholarship to Royal Sword Academy was very hard to get, most people who went there payed for it, but considering y/n's family didn't have that much money, he couldn't do that. He applied just as a last resort, just in case. Who knew he'd be let in? And B.) How would he get his familiar to the Sage island? He was huge, about 20 hands (for context most horses are about 15-16 hands). He looked over to where Mearle was now rolling in the soft grass, he would have to tell his grandparents and Epel about this at once!

He let the bird onto his hand whistling Mearle over, they ran back to his farm, bursting into the front door y/n clutched the letter in his hand, "Nona! Paps! Guess what!!!!"

"Huh?" His Grandmother yelled from the kitchen, he kicked off his shoes, "Ah got accepted into Royal Sword!" 

There was a clank, he ripped open the door to the kitchen to see his grandmother had dropped the pot of lemon juice she had been holding, his grandfather had also stopped in his peeling of the lemon he held.

Both of them turned to their grandson who was standing in the doorway clutching a letter in his hand, a large black bird on his shoulder. "Eh? Yeh really got in?" His grandmother asked, "Hey!" His grandfather chuckled, "Let meh see" His grandfather held out his hand, y/n jumped over placing it into his grandfather's calloused hand.

His grandmother walked over wiping her hands with a towel, she looked over her husband's shoulder to read the letter as well.

"Huh well then look at that." His grandmother said looking back to her grandson in pride, "Yeh did it."

"Of course he did Mary!" His grandfather said he stood and clapped y/n on the back, "After all he is meh grandson!" Y/n whined at the roughness but smiled nonetheless. "Ah've gotta tell Epel!" He ran off to his room, his grandparents watched as the bird still on his shoulder swayed.

"Ah bet he'll last a week." His grandmother said walking back to the sink.

His grandfather laughed, "Maybe, maybe not, ah think he'll make it."

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Word Count: 1131

See y'all in the next chapter ;)