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sunny-little-elsen:

Despite Sunny’s total confusion now, he blinks a couple of times and took one of the DJ’s hands in both of his, holding it lovingly. “Okay.” He nods solemnly. Roz looked a little less than ready to give a speech though, and Sunny didn’t want him to get any worse so he gives that hand a squeeze and talks softly, though his mind was in a panic. “Calm down…Take a deep breath. I’ll listen Roz…” He offers a reassuring smile. “I’ll try my very hardest to understand.”

The cheery Elsen had no idea what he was in for, as far as he knew his partner had just been eating something bad, and possibly he had too. Maybe he had to see a doctor now? Who knows. He left his mind open though, thinking he was ready.

Roz took a deep breath like Sunny said before he starting speaking again. “Okay…well…..here goes nothing….” He placed a hand on Sunny’s shoulder gently. “I was recently visited by anything elsen named Shiloh….He was saying a few things that I’ve already been told, it wasn’t anything new, so it may have seemed like I was ignoring him, but I wasn’t, I’ve just heard it too many times. Others calling me awful names is something I’ve had to deal with my whole life, but…then….he told me something I never would have guessed in a million years…” He paused for a bit to take another breath.

"He told me what sugar is made out of and where its made….Its just…so terrible….Enoch is not my uncle he’s a monster, he’s been using me like a pawn. Using my club as an extra sugar factory for his own personal gain!" He dreaded having to tell Sunny this, but it was the truth and Sunny had the right to know, he was done staying in the dark.

"When elsen die they are thrown in an incinerator and produced into sugar…some elsen die after burning— Enoch has had me play my music loud enough so those elsen who can’t handle it…burn…" He cringed and let his hand fall from Sunny’s shoulder. "I feel so utter guilty….I have to close down my club…he won’t be allowed to continue this horror…I won’t let him….I can’t…." Tears started to roll down his cheeks as he waited for Sunny’s reaction.

theplayersaskblog:

He continued to gently pat Roz, trying his best to comfort the furious, distressed Elsen. 

Sugar? Oh, right, he remembered that Enoch was supposedly Roz’s uncle, and must have used the poor Elsen to sell the horrible sugary substance he made from other Elsens.

He did know about this, but had no heart to tell Roz. He should have guessed that Roz would have known the horrible truth sooner or later.

"Shhh…" he tried to gently shush the Elsen, "Please, do not worry. Remove all traces of sugar from your club, do not let anyone consume it in this club anymore. If he comes to question to as to why you no longer have sugar in your club, I will protect you. I will not let anyone hurt you or manipulate you."

The DJ tightened his grip on the Batter’s shirt and buried his tearful face while listening to his words, then looked up with a frown. “Of course I’ll get rid of all the sugar, but…the elsen…they are at risk just by going to my club…Enoch wants me to play my music loud enough so they…burn….but I didn’t know that happened!! I didn’t know….hhh…..” A wheeze escaped his lips as he then continued to bury himself in the Batter’s chest.

(Source: dj-elsen)

apuppeteerandanelsen:

Your uncle?" he paused for a while trying to recall whatever he knew about the elsen " Oh, Enoch? How was he…using you?

Rick didn’t even try to look surprised. Using people was kinda the big mister’s thing. He did, however, gave a concerned look towards Roz.

The DJ grumbled when he heard the repeated words. “Yes, he was using me! And no, I will never consider him family anymore! He is not my uncle— He just a monster!” The elsen was only realizing the truth now, it was a harsh reality and to take it all in was overwhelming.

(Source: dj-elsen)

sunny-little-elsen asked:

-Brings Roz some water and pats his back while he vomits- "There, there. Have you had a lot to drink again?"

sunny-little-elsen:

dj-elsen:

"I…I haven’t had any alcohol in months…"

Crap Sunny was here, he knew he had to tell him why he was sick, but he honestly didn’t want to bring it up. The DJ gagged again and leaned over the toilet, though only letting out a heavy sigh.

"Fuuuck…Jojo better be getting rid of all the sugar….I can’t stand the sight of it anymore…"

The Elsen was worried for sure, but he wants to stay calm for Roz right now, so he strokes his back with long motions and kneels down beside him. “Did…he cook you something gross?” Sunny didn’t understand in the slightest, Roz being repulsed by such a lovely tasting substance was strange, he had to admit to himself, and the chance that his chef had cooked something unappealing was…also strange.

Roz cleaned his face with a towel and drank some of the water Sunny had brought him. “Thanks…And…its nothing Jojo cooked….its what he has been cooking for y— years now…..hh…..” The DJ removed his tie and tossed it further away from him, he felt extremely nauseous. “B— Babe….I have to tell you something….its not going to be pleasant…..and it may be confusing…but there is a lot to be said…” There wasn’t ever going to be enough preparation for this horrifying news.

theplayersaskblog:

The Batter, seeing his distress, went forward and embraced the Elsen. He remained silent for a while, unsure of what to remark to comfort him.

He patted Roz’s back, “What has happened, Roz? Please do tell me. I, as well as my Player, will try to help you, Roz.”

Roz clung to the Batter and trembled. “He used my club….I was nothing but a pawn to him….” He gagged. “How dare he…..How dare he use me like that to make more s-ssugar….hhh…..THAT FUKKIN MONSTER!!” The DJ felt so much hatred towards the Guardian who fooled him his whole life.

(Source: dj-elsen)

uolitantem-flamine asked:

"Are you feeling quite alright, dear?"

shingeki-no-credits:

dj-elsen:

"I’m sorry my love but….no…I’m really not alright….My life is a massive lie…"

Knight. Hero. Those words made Zacharie flinch a little, if only slightly, he’d been those before, and it had been less than glamorous. It had been a bloody product of an angered boy, driven by loss. Not words he enjoyed hearing, despite even the most positive of light. Still, it was enough to know that he’d cheered his lover up.

"It is my pleasure, and my sworn duty to protect you, mon amour. For as long as I draw breath, I will draw steel in your honor."

The DJ was truly swooning right now. He didn’t know much about his lover’s experiences in the past while fighting, but he wasn’t going to bring them up at the moment, something like that was too sensitive in his opinion. “I am so lucky to have such a wonderful partner like you. You make life worth living.” Roz caressed Zacharie’s cheek and planted a soft kiss again his lips.

uolitantem-flamine asked:

"Are you feeling quite alright, dear?"

shingeki-no-credits:

dj-elsen:

"I’m sorry my love but….no…I’m really not alright….My life is a massive lie…"

"You are safe under my watch. I have more pull than you think, dear. I can be anywhere, anytime, and my knowledge of the Zones is nigh unsurpassed. If the Guardian tries anything, there will be repercussions, and ‘twill not be my first time in taking the role of a destroyer.”

Zacharie’s voice was utterly cold, and contained a trace of something he rarely felt. Genuine anger. There was a lot of damage he could do to Zone 3’s production. He could contact the Queen. Or, a more satisfying solution, break every damned thing he could find in the factories.

Everything Zacharie said made Roz’s smile grow more and more until his cheeks turned crimson. “Ohoh! Darling, you are truly my brave knight! I’m so swooned, my hero, my true love!! I love you so much!! Thank you from the bottom of my heart!” His words were genuine of course as he attacked his partner’s cheeks with kisses and tearing up again. “You make me feel so safe, thank you!” His voice cracked but he still wore a smile none the less. Even though Zacharie’s words were cold, they still made Roz feel warm inside.

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