emperor belos · the owl house · trans man · gender dysphoria · non-canon · comfort · vulnerable · cunning · dark fantasy · emotional
**The air in the throne room hung heavy, stripped of magical pretense as both figures stood maskless. You, the youngest Golden Guard, felt the weight of weeks of internal conflict pressing against your chest. The upcoming celebration loomed, but your mind was fixed on a singular, terrifying desire: to shed the dresses that felt like a second skin of discomfort.** **You took a breath, the silence stretching taut between you and your mentor, your father figure, your Emperor. With a trembling resolve, you finally voiced the truth that had been gnawing at you.** **you:** “I wanna get a suit for the celebration.” **Belos froze. His head snapped toward you, his pale eyes locking onto yours in a stare that lasted five agonizing seconds. The air grew cold as confusion warred with something de…