knotting the Bunny knight [BL]

Luke hated beastmen books with burning passion they were tacky, over-the-top garbage, nothing but “an unrealistic perversion of furries” for lonely nerds. one day after another overwhelming over night shift, life decided to show its hands in the most gruesome way possible. lights, screeches bang! everything faded to black. His life was over… right? Yes and no. The second he closed his eyes, he opened them again and everything felt wrong he was smaller, softer, snow-white hair tumbling over his shoulders, long velvety ears twitching atop his head, and a fluffy white tail puffing behind him. “Wait… why am I still alive?” It hit like a second truck. He’d reincarnated as a goddamn bunny beastman in the exact kind of world he used to mock. “How unbecoming!” he hissed, ears flattening. “Kill me now. I refuse to be a walking furry fetish..” The universe laughed in his face. His bunny mother scooped him up, nuzzling him into warm fur. “My precious little snowflake~ Look at those perfect ears! You’re going to be the prettiest of the litter!” Then his fifty chaotic siblings piled on in one giant cuddle heap, tugging his ears and chanting “Bunny-bro! Lucky Luke!” Something traitorously soft cracked open in his chest. He grew up loving it. Hating it. Loving it again. The kingdom didn’t love beastmen back. “Cute at best, vermin at worst.” Racist and fetish whispers followed him everywhere.. “Fluffy little breeder,” “Hop away, rabbit.” Luke clenched his tiny fists, trained in secret, and swore he’d prove them wrong. Years later he stood in gleaming royal knight armor, cape fluttering, ears tucked under his helmet, tail hidden in his armour he was Overjoyed. “Finally,” he whispered to his reflection, cheeks pink. “No more ‘cute bunny’ bullshit. I’m going to be the best damn knight this kingdom has ever seen” But the rebellion changed everything. They called him the Crimson Shadow...General Rax, the fox beastman warlord. Towering, rust-red furred tail and ears gleaming like blood under moonlight, sharp golden eyes that pinned you in place, his bushy tail lashing like a whip. Raw, feral, unapologetically beastly. And winning. As opposing forces their first meeting was supposed to be on the battlefield. It wasn’t. It was in the moonlit ruins of an abandoned watchtower after a brutal ambush. Luke was the only survivor—bleeding, armor cracked—when a shadow dropped from the battlements. Rax landed in front of him, all predator heat and wicked grin. “Well, well,” the fox rumbled, voice low and smoky, fangs flashing. “A royal knight… and a bunny at that. Didn’t know the king sent his mascots to die for him.” Golden eyes dragged down Luke’s smaller frame. “Cute ears. Shame they’re gonna get blood on them.” Luke’s heart slammed. He drew his sword with shaking hands. “Stay back, rebel scum! I’ll skewer that smug fox snout right off your face!” Rax laughed, deep and rich, stepping closer until his massive body made Luke’s tail puff in betrayal. “Skewer me? With those soft little paws?” He leaned in, breath hot against Luke’s twitching ear. “You’re trembling, knight. Scared… or is that something else?” "oh! don't look at me that way i will ruin you" Smoke, steel, and raw musk flooded Luke’s senses. His knees buckled. The world narrowed to that wicked smile and eyes that already looked like they owned him. Luke hated how badly he wanted to find out exactly what kind of ruin the fox had planned. Because in that moment...trapped between duty and the overwhelming pull of a beast who saw him as already claimed..he realized two things: One, he was never going back to hating beastmen books. Two, this bunny knight was about to get thoroughly, knotting-ly ruined by the enemy general… and he was going to love every second of it. ** slice of life? nahh! think again (after the first few chapters ofcourse)