#fanfics

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

"I can't leave ya alone for one minute, can I?" Daryl said, stopping the doorway and looking in at you.

"Who? Me?" you asked, playing dumb. "I don't know what you're talking about!" you laughed. You leaned down and ruffled Dog's thick fur. He was laying across the bottom of the bed, his head resting between his paws, his ears on alert.

"Ya know he ain't allowed on the bed. He's filthy and he stinks," Daryl drawled, coming into the room.

"Sometimes so do you," you teased him. "And I still let you in the bed."

Daryl shot you a look, but couldn't fully suppress his amusement, especially with the grin that was plastered on your face. It was impossible to be sour when you were grinning at him like that. "Dog, get down," he said, his tone demanding. Dog didn't move. "Dog! Off! C'mon!"

The Malinois raised his head, but only blinked at Daryl.

"Sonofa—Dog! I said get down!"

You giggled and leaned forward to pet his soft ears and scratch under his chin. "I don't know what you expected. You're the one who trained him to protect me. He's just doing his job and keeping guard," you cooed, fussing over the good boy.

"Yeah, well he can do his job from the floor," Daryl growled. "C'mon," he said, seizing Dog by the collar and giving him the encouragement he needed to finally get onto the floor with a gentle tug.

Dog whined, but circled a few times and laid down on the rug.

Daryl shook his head, but the corners of his eyes were crinkled in a smile. "He's damn near as stubborn as you," he said, shooting you a look.

You flopped back on your pillow and adjusted the blankets. "I think you're just jealous that you have to share my attention with him," you joked.

"Am I that transparent?" Daryl laughed, climbing into bed beside you. "Damn," he said softly, leaning over you and caging you beneath his body. "Ya figured it out..."

You stared up at him, wide-eyed, your whole body suddenly bursting with tingles. "Well, you've got me all to yourself now..."

Daryl brushed his fingers tenderly through your hair, giving you a heated look. "Damn right."

Prompt: "I can't leave you alone for one minute, can I?"

#daryl fluff #daryl dixon fluff #Dog #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon twd #the walking dead #twd fanfics #daryl dixon drabbles #daryl imagines #daryl x y/n #fanfics #writers of tumblr #twd drabbles

[somewhereincairparavel]

Nico Di Angelo never liked hugs.

He wasn't used to that sort of affection in a long time, yet he could never bring himself to hate Jason Grace's embrace. Jason would always pick nico's frail body up and squeeze him in a rib crushing bro hug. Whether it be after they won capture the flag, or if Nico was feeling down, or simply when Jason felt like it. It was a subconscious habit of his. Those hugs just had a healing effect in them, Jason's hugs were always sincere and filled with genuine affection.

Nico had grown to do more than just tolerate those hugs, he'd eventually learned to hug back. And each time Jason's face would brighten like a puppy, his chest would be filled with warmth. Is this what it felt like to have a friend? Is this what it felt like to have a loving older brother?

'See you later, Grace" Nico said, pulling away from the hug Jason had given him, except this time, the hug was unusually melancholic, As Jason still held on tight, for a few extra seconds, though for what reason, Nico didn't know. Jason merely smiled, with glazy eyes and patted Nico's head gently.

And here Nico was, sobbing and thrashing in the inky depths of the underworld, yelling for the damned sunshiney son of Jupiter, the son of Jupiter who totally wasn't dead. no. of course not. Nico hadn't been hugged yet, Jason can't just leave without a last hug. He would never do that, unless he had no other choice. Each time he took a jittery step forward, his mind would be plagued with gruesome images of Jason's chest leaking with blood as the spear pierced his heart.

Nico realized with a pang, why the last hug they shared was melancholic.

That damned Grace knew it would be their last.

Jason Grace's chest, where Nico used be squeezed into a hug, was now a chest covered with blood.

Nico yelled in despair as the cruel fates forced him to accept that Jason Grace had truly left Nico Di Angelo forever, without a final warm hug. Nico had never longed for that once annoying rib crushing hug any more than he did right now.

#pjo #percy jackson #pjo fandom #pjo hoo #jason grace #pjo hoo toa #pjo series #nico di angelo #pjo headcanon #pjo fanfic #percy jackson headcanon #heroes of olympus #pjo fanfiction #fanfics #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 writer #piper mclean #leo valdez #annabeth chase #hazel levesque #frank zhang #jasico

[follow-past-leg]

#facebook #birth chart #david dawson #islamic #novios #imogen poots #jack black #street fighter #welcome home #Baldurs Gate 3 #fanfics #pencil #webcore #digital aritst

[try-energy-nothing]

#birth chart #imogen poots #welcome home #fanfics #cartomancy #digital aritst #دعاء #vampirecore #cars #enhypen #the magnus archives

[jazzyblusnowflake]

Do you have any favorite Nuzi fanfics? Whether it’s AO3 or elsewhere?

As of now i havn't read or written much of anything for a while due to my ptsd and anxiety attacks- but if i had to chose, i do have a few that im hoping gets continued-

By Chance - by spero11 / @/ao3.spero11 on instagram - is a human au and one of the few fics that alot of people seem to like and have been getting really popular too, esp on twitter. i have read it and im eager to see what will come next- though the angst and cliffhangers really mess you up sometimes 🥲 esp since all the characters are going through mental challanges and its emotionally charged, so some chapters were hard for me to get through.

Helium - by Jooseralt / @jooseralt - is another human au fic by my bestie and they deserve a lot more recognition uwu<3 the fic really makes me feel happy and the progress is light enough to not put as much mental strain as "by chance" but still shows hardships enough for you to stick around to see what would happen. also Alice being Uzis aunt and Beu being Uzis lil cousin is something i never thought id love but here we are 😭💕

these two are the only ones id actively reccomend i suppose- most other nuzi fics i read are oneshots and i really dont have much patience for waiting for several fics to update at a time so i stick to only a few.

BUT

theres also Jazz Music and Killer Robots - by solgaletta - an 20s theme regular drone au where Uzi is a flapper gal and the DDs are gangsters- its a simple not so long 5ch story but lordddd i absolutely adore it like a tresure 😔- everything is just so pretty to visualize to me and the theme just FITS. also music and performance related? sign me the fUCK UP-

honestly i wish there were more creative ones like this 😔 anyway if anyone else knows any other good creative fics, yall can write them down here in the notes, with a short description if you can, for me to see too :"D

[preferrably something finished and not ongoing unless its really good]

#snow rambles #nuzi #enzi #biscuitbites #uzi doorman #serial designation n #fanfics

[my-castles-crumbling]

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#fandom problems #fanfic #fandom #fandom culture #fandom etiquette #fandom things #fanfics #fanfiction

[tiredcowboyy]

the next one shot I read that once im at the end makes me realise “oh this isnt a one shot its just an unfinished fic marked as complete” is gonna be my last straw of the year please dear GOD stop doing this or at least mark it as open ending

#fanfic writers take notes #I beg you stop doing this #I just read such a good one shot that had the most unsatisfying ending #but not in a quirky way #in a wait wheres the rest way #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #fanfics #merlin fic #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin #merthur

[aegonswife]

can anyone explain what the whole drama is with the hotd fanfic writers please? im so confused

#drama #aegon ii targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon #tom glynn carney #aegon targaryen #aemond targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #fanfics #writer drama #confused #house of the dragon incorrect quotes #daemon targaryen

[mytortoisegotstuckinatupperware]

good morning to everyone except the algorithm that put at feyd-rautha x reader softcore fic on my feed that I accidentally read at the asscrack of dawn

#I'll never recover #feyd rautha #dune part two #pls help #jokes #help me god #dune part 2 #dune movie #dune 2 #dune #dune 2024 #fanfics #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own #ao3 writer

[lilyofthevalleyys]

summary:

Sirius gets accused of vandalism

He doesn’t really care, because:

1. He really needs a smoke

2. The officer interrogating him is hot

3. Said officer has a cigarette

wolfstar one shot ⭐️

(sirius is a criminal lol (kind of))

link: Smoke Signals

#marauders era #dead gay wizards #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #one shot #wolfstar oneshot #ao3 #fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #marauders fanfics #fanfics #fics #ao3 fics #wolfstar fic

[shipperofcartooncouples]

Tumblr people, do you guys have some aroace fanfics recomendations on AO3? And that it's NOT about Alastor the Radio Demon, please, I already read lots of them already, I need something new!

#fanfics #aroace #asexual #aromantic #can be headcannons #ao3 #wattpad #spirit fanfics

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

You recognized his knock. He always knocked the same rhythm. Soon you were pulling open the door of your shitty little apartment to the sight of his broad shoulders and wavy hair.

"Hi," you greeted him.

"Hey," he said, wringing his hands a little nervously. "I noticed ya weren't out at the Halloween stuff. I left the kids with Carol. They're havin' a hell of a time. Ya should come," he suggested, shifting his weight and hoping he sounded casual.

"Oh, I—I'm not really one for crowds," you explained, brushing your fingers back through your hair.

"Well, I ain't either, but if we go together and hang back it ain't so bad," he said.

You gave him an abashed smile. "No, Daryl, I—I get—panic attacks. It feels like I'm having a heart attack and my vision goes all blurry and closes in and—I mean, I can't do crowds. Not since the outbreak..." you explained.

"Oh. Oh..." he said, nodding, your words sinking in. "Shit, 'm sorry... I didn't know."

You shrugged. "It's okay. It's not usually a problem to be honest," you laughed wryly. "What, with half the world's population being dead and gone and all that... But being here in The Commonwealth has been a little more challenging," you admitted.

Daryl's brow was furrowed over his bright blue eyes. "Well, what are ya up to then? Would ya—I dunno, want some company maybe?"

You gave him a surprised look, your mouth dropping slightly open. "Oh, you don't have to do that," you said. "Really, you should go back and enjoy the festivities with the kids. I mean how often is it their first Halloween?"

Daryl shrugged. "We've already been down there most of the day... and they've got Carol and The King and Jerry and ev'rybody. If ya want to be alone, I get it but if not then—"

You stepped back and gestured for him to come in. "I want to be alone unless it's you," you said with a smile, your cheeks flushing slightly. Him showing up unannounced on your doorstep seemed to make you brave.

Daryl gave you that charming half-smile of his and stepped in, a definite treat for Halloween.

Prompt: "I'm not really one for crowds."

#daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon twd #the walking dead #twd fanfics #daryl dixon drabbles #daryl imagines #daryl x y/n #fanfics #writers of tumblr #twd drabbles

[imajinxnation]

Killer And The Wife-Beater

Donnie Barksdale x FEM!Reader x David Allen Griffin

SUMMARY // You and your husband, Donnie are in Los Angeles for a short trip to just get out of town for awhile, when you both stumble across a man who looks oddly like your husband, to which Donnie gets a brilliant idea..

TW // Smut, Angst, Abuse, Cheating, Hitting, Reader is a shit person too, Knife Play, Degradation..

DON'T SAY I DIDN'T FUCKING WARN YOU!!

Also, I can't call Keanu's character David in this because that's my Dad's name.. so I just call him Griffin.

Honestly, I haven't watched The Watcher yet, so please don't hate me if it's not the best depiction of his character!!

Gif credit to @meier-mar for both

"Mm.. Donnie.."

As of right now, you're on your back in Griffin's home, on his bed with Donnie's head between your thighs, licking and sucking at your clit as if his life depended on it. Meanwhile, Griffin was watching from a chair in the corner of his room, groaning and palming himself through his jeans at the sight of your husband eating you out like there's no tomorrow.

Now, you may be wondering how you ended up in this position.. Well, you and Donnie were on a trip in Los Angeles, needing to get away from town for awhile and have some time for yourselves. You had been waiting for Donnie at a local café, when a man who looked almost exactly like your husband came up to you, asking if he could take some pictures of you, telling you that you were absolutely gorgeous.

You weren't one to turn down a man who was complimenting you, so you complied and posed for some pictures for him. Unfortunately, that time was cut short when Donnie had finally arrived, a pissed look on his face, pushing Griffin away and nearly breaking his camera in the process. This caused a fight to break out between you two, Griffin just standing there, watching you two fight, until you and Donnie both started getting extremely violent..

Griffin pulled you two apart after Donnie slapped you, and you retaliated by punching him in the chest back. Griffin tried to calm you both down, even though he was secretly enjoying the little couples spat you were having, but then, as another retaliation to Donnie's jealousy and rage, you grabbed Griffin by the shirt and made out with him in front of your husband.

You thought this would deter him, make him angrier.. and it did, but it also turned him on. Seeing your tongue inside another mans unsuspecting mouth, and Griffin's tongue fighting back against yours, giving into lust.. It made Donnie's brain spark with ideas..

And that's how you ended up where you are now.

"Baby girl, such a fuckin' slut.. Makin' out with another man in front of me, and now havin' him watch us fuck.." Donnie growls into your twitching pussy, his hands gripping your thighs tightly so you can't escape his relentless tongue.

Griffin groans at Donnie's words, unbuttoning his pants and undoing the zipper. Griffin pulls his pants down, and pulls his cock out of his underwear. He squeezes his hand around his thickness, precum spilling out of his pink tip.

"Look at him! Look at him while I fuck you," Donnie growls out once more before sucking and licking at your clit harder than ever, his beard scratching your inner thighs deliciously.

You do as he says. Moaning wildly, you throw your head to the side to watch Griffin as his gloved hand strokes his thick cock, making eye contact with you and groaning.

"Gah! Oh God, Donnie! Gonna fuckin' cum!" You moan loudly, nearly screaming, your hands frantically grabbing onto your husband's long hair.

"That's it baby girl! Cum for me, make him watch you cum for me, and only me! Do it, whore!" He growls, keeping up his pace with his tongue.

You scream, cumming hard onto his long, skilled tongue, your hands gripping his hair so hard your knuckles turned white. Donnie pulls away from your swollen clit and gives your pussy a firm slap, making your body jolt. As you come down from your high, Donnie looks over to Griffin, his cock still hard in his gloved hand.

"Get the fuck over here, city boy. You want my fuckin' whore of I wife, you can have her. For tonight at least.." Donnie sneers at Griffin, but switches places with him, now sitting in the chair where Griffin was.

You pull yourself up onto your elbows, still panting as you watch Griffin, wondering what he was going to do, how he would position you, what his cock felt like.. You loved Donnie's cock, don't get me wrong! But Donnie wasn't as thick as Griffin, and you had a feeling Griffin would stretch you out juuust nicely.

Griffin slowly walks to his bedside table and pulls out a small knife from his top drawer, the metal glinting in the lamp light. For a second, Donnie's heart dropped and became protective of you, ready to stop Griffin from hurting you, but before he could, Griffin silently dragged the dull part of knife across your collar bones.

He drug the knife down further and pressed the cool metal against your nipple, making it harden more at the coldness. A sadistic grin played on Griffin's face as he led the knife down further, across your ribcage, stomach, and finally to your pubic mound, making you gasp, your eyes widening at the sharp object being so close to such a sensitive area.

Donnie watches carefully, making sure that knife doesn't pierce your soft flesh. Sure, Donnie has hit you multiple times, but hitting wasn't the same as cutting.. And if Griffin cut you or sliced your delicate skin in any way, shape, or form? Well then he'd be a dead man walking.

Griffin slides the flat part of the knife through your arousal, gathering a decent amount of your juices on the weapon before bringing it to his lips and licking the knife, his eyes lighting up at the taste of your slick.

"Mm.. how sweet and delicious.. but not this time." He throws the knife to the floor and aligns his cock with your entrance hastily, desperate for release.

He pushes in hard and fast, not waiting for you to adjust to his pulsing thickness. He groans and hisses in pleasure as his cock is engulfed by your tight heat, not expecting you to be as tight as you are. Griffin grunts and starts thrusting hard but slow, wanting the pleasure to last for both of you. Meanwhile, you're a moaning mess under him, his thick cock stretching you out just as you had hoped it would; deliciously. There was a slight stinging, but you honestly didn't care and the pleasure overpowered everything else.

"Fuck! You're so fucking tight.. What, he not stretch you out? His cock that small?" Griffin teases, looking over at Donnie and smirking right at him.

Donnie's face turns red in anger and embarrassment, you can practically see the steam pouring out of his nostrils from the heat of his anger. Donnie growls and finally pulls his cock out, pushing his pants and underwear down onto the floor and coming closer to your face. He grabs your cheeks in his hand, his grip hard and warning. Donnie makes you look up at him while you moan, your pussy getting obliterated by the thickest cock you've ever had.

"You little cockslut.. you want dick so bad then you can fuckin' take mine too. Suck." Donnie demands, slapping your face before placing his dick into your awaiting mouth.

You do as he says, engulfing his cock in your wet mouth, licking and sucking, your moans sending vibrations through him, your hand taking the part of his shaft where your mouth couldn't reach. Griffin groans at the sight and speeds up his pace, fucking you faster and harder, bringing your legs up to lay over his shoulders, giving him more access and hitting deeper than before, making you nearly scream in Donnie's cock as you bobbed your head on his length, moaning frantically.

"That's right, baby girl.. you like having two cocks? Bet you'd fuckin' looove even more, but guess what, sweetheart? After this, you're mine, and I ain't gonna share you ever again.." Donnie hisses out as you lick over his slit, bringing your head up to suck hard at his tip before going back down on his cock.

Griffin ignores Donnie's words and groans deeply, his pace faltering and becoming sloppy, getting closer and closer to the edge, both you and Donnie could tell. Griffin showed no sign of stopping or pulling out, only going faster, trying to bring himself to the edge and cum, not even bothering to try and make you cum. You could definitely feel a pressure in your lower stomach, but it wouldn't be snapping any time soon without any stimulation on your clit.

"You cum inside of her, city boy, and this will be your last day on Earth, ya hear!?" Donnie snaps at Griffin.

Griffin looks up at him with a shit-eating grin before thrusting into your abused pussy harder, pushing as deep as he can in defiance to your husband.

"I'd like to see you fuckin' try, redneck!" Griffin grunts out. Though he had challenged Donnie like that, he knew he'd probably die if he came inside of you, and he didn't particularily feel like meeting death that night.

So, as soon as he felt himself near the edge, he pulled out, making you whine from the empty feeling, and started rubbing and jerking his cock frantically over you until one particular squeeze sent him over, thick, creamy spurts of cum covering your stomach, and even on your tits a little bit.

Donnie pulls his dick out of your mouth and quickly speeds over to where Griffin was hovering over you, his cock dripping cum still. Donnie pulled him up onto the floor and punched him hard where he knew it would knock him out, sending him falling to the floor, looking peacefully asleep with his softening cock pulled out of his underwear still.

Not bothering to fix the way Griffin looked, Donnie took Griffin's previous place, shoving his length into your heat. Even though the city boy had stretched you out significantly, you were still so tight. You moan out at the intrusion, loving the feeling of Donnie's cock inside you, like it should be. Griffin's cock was nice.. but you still prefered your husband's as to his.

"City boy didn't even make you cum, did he? My poor baby girl, so pent up.. Let me fix that for you.." Donnie smirks and licks his thumb before bringing his finger down to your clit, giving you the stimulation you craved.

That is what finally made you scream. The feeling of your husband's cock pounding into your tight pussy while his thumb rubbed furiously at your clit, not only focusing on his pleasure, but yours aswell. That's what turned you on; his willingness to put aside his own pleasure for awhile to take care of your sexual cravings.

"Fuck, honey! Gonna cum! Gonna cum all over your cock!" You moan and scream out, making Donnie thrust harder, his thumb working magic on your clit.

Your eyes widen as you feel the band in your stomach snap and waves of pleasure wash over you, making you scream, your head thrown back and your back arching off the bed. Donnie let's out a loud groan in response, thrusting hard one more time before breaking, his warm cum filling you up, spurt after spurt. He collapses on top of you and immediately groans in disgust as he realizes he now had Griffin's cum on his body..

"That's disgustin'.. we're gonna take over his shower before we go, cause I don't want his cum on you and especially not on me! Fuckin' gross shit.." he mutters the last part, making you smile and laugh.

"It was either that or letting him cum inside me.." you tease him.

Donnie growls and pinches one of your nipples playfully as a warning.

"Never.. you're mine and you're only allowed to be stuffed full of my cum.. Understand, whore?" Donnie growls lowly into your ear.

You giggle and smirk, "Yes, Sir.."

#keanu reeves #x reader #keanu my beloved #keanu reeves characters #keanuverse #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves imagine #donnie barksdale #donnie barksdale x reader #donnie barksdale imagine #the gift #the watcher #david allen griffin #david allen griffin x reader #david allen griffin imagine #x female y/n #x female reader #x fem!reader #fanfics #fanfiction #fanfic #keanu

[somewhereincairparavel]

im planning on writing a Jason Grace pov where his internal conflicts and insecurities are displayed, also his jealousy of Percy being the first best amongst everyone's eyes, and how Jason was always considered the "second option". this is based on this post I made, where I got quite a few reblogs telling me I should write it. I really want to give him the characterization he deserves tbh.

But this is going to be quite long and time consuming and I want to make sure that people actually read it, bc Tumblr algorithm kinda sucks sometimes and my post might flop, and I don't want my hardwork to go down the drain

#pjo #percy jackson #pjo fandom #pjo hoo #jason grace #pjo hoo toa #pjo series #pjo headcanon #ao3 fanfic #fanfics #pjo fanfic #pjo fanfiction #piper mclean #leo valdez #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 writer #annabeth chase #frank zhang #hazel levesque #reyna avila ramirez arellano #nico di angelo

[simplydannie]

Part 1 || Parts 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

After running from his sisters outrage, Veneer found himself in alley where he met a very familiar little friend.

The meeting is cut short as a new face comes in to save Branch. Finally being able to leave, something stops Branch… he somehow can’t leave Veneer behind to the dangers of Under Rageous.

Branch squinted his eyes, taking in the sight in front of him. Same pale skin, deep blue eyes, the darn swooped up hair, it was definitely Veneer. A smile spread wide on the boy's face.

“You’re Floyds brother!” He called. “H-how is he? I wrote to him and he never wrote back. Is he okay? Is he better? How did you get here? Is he here too? Is the rest of Brozone here? Is….." Branch ran up to Veneer covering his mouth with his tiny hands. This kid was a yapper.

“Dude. Calm down. You’re giving me anxiety.” Branch scowled.

“Sorry! I’m a little nervous.” Veneer kneeled on all fours to get at level with the little Troll. That’s when Branch noticed the faint bruises all along Veneers face, a scar healing above his lip…. This wasn’t the same flawless face he had laid eyes on a year ago at the Rage Dome. Branch glanced behind him, noticing the unconscious Rageons laying on the ground.

“Did you do that?” Branch asked in surprise. Veneer cocked his head unsure of what he was talking about at first. He then turned around.

“Oh! Y-yeah. Good thing there was a crowbar nearby.” He chuckled. He turned back to Branch. “I know you’re Floyd’s brother, but I don’t know your name.”

The little Troll was hesitant. This was the same face that tortured his brother a year ago, nearly killed him…. But then he did admit to his wrong doings, he did just save him, and he hasn’t tried kidnapping him…yet. He had to proceed with caution.

“Branch.” He said coldly, crossing his arms. “And where the heck am I? You’re here, but this doesn’t look like Mount Rageous.”

“It’s because it isn’t. Umm.” Veneer extended his hand on the ground, waiting and hoping the small Troll would take the friendly gesture. Branch hesitated, Be ready for anything, he thought to himself. Eventually, Branch mounted Veneers hand. Gently, like carrying something delicate, Veneer walked over out of the alley. Without being chased, with everything calm, Branch was able to take in the scenes for the first time.

The buildings where stacked on top of each other, bunched up crowded reaching the sky. Streets and walkways unkept, broken, cracked. Nothing but neon artificial light lit up the city as far as he could see. It was high tech for being somewhat run down, Branch would give it that. He stared straight up. Far above he noticed clouds, the cloud line, bright lights barely shining through…

“Is that, Mount Rageous? Then what’s this place?”

“It adopted the name ‘Under Rageous’. It’s…. It’s a lot different down here than it is up there.” Veneer explained.

“Obviously. Mount Rageous was too colorful, this place, well, hardly anything.”

“We make do.”

Branch glanced at the Rageoun confused. “What do you mean?”

“We….Me and Velvet…. This is where we’re from…. I found Floyd down her before….” He voice and eyes trailed off as he avoided eye contact with Branch. “….It can be hard down here…”

“How hard?” Branch asked….

….What they didn’t notice, hiding in the cracks in the buildings above them, was a gray little Troll. He’d been eyeing them, watching them the whole time. He peeked his head out ever so slightly; he wore a dark blue beanie that covered his Troll dark blue hair except for a piece that covered his right eye, he wore sa denim-like material that was fashioned into a sleeveless vest, the same material he used for his pants. He was young, a Troll born and raised in Under Rageous… and throughout all his 17 years of life, he never saw a Rageon and Troll interact in such a casual manner. The young Troll kept a watchful eye, waiting for the opportune moment.

“Just… hard.” Veneer didn’t explain any further, and Branch didn’t push it. “How…. How did you end up here?”

“I was….taken….Pop Troll Village was attacked. Some of us kidnapped. I was able to escape with a few others… everyone else… I don’t know.” Branches voice and gaze grew distant, remembering the events that occurred that day.

“Is…Is…Floyd okay?” Veneer asked with a desperation in his voice. Branch arched an eyebrow.

“You care?”

Veneer turns his gaze away, looking at something at the ground. A sense of guilt hit Branch, maybe he did….

“I don’t know…I don't know what happened. That’s why I have to get out and go back.” Branch finally responded. Veneer turned back to look at Branch. He noticed and knew that look all to well…it’s a look he would constantly give his sister….worry.

“I can…help you…” Veneer finally replied after sharing a silent moment. The Trolls small ears perked up.

“R-really?”

“Y-yeah. But ummm…. Could we go with you?”

Great. Branch was not in the mood to make promises. Did he want to take the kids with him? No. He didn’t trust him, he didn’t trust his sister. What if this was some trick Veneer was plotting? A plot to get closer to the Trolls, find their destination, take them all…. But what if Branch said no? Would Veneer still want to help him?

“I….”

SWOOSH. THUMP. THUD.

Something came swinging in, hitting Veneer full force on the chest, knocking him off his feet. Branch went tumbling out of his hand and onto the floor with a small thud. He rubbed his head as he stood up.

“Ven-..” Another little Troll came up to Branch, covering his mouth.

“Shh! Let’s go!” The dark blue haired Troll with a dark blue beanie pulled Branch along after, heading back into the alley.

“Wait. What? Who are you?”

“Hurry up!” The young Troll ran until they made their way into a crack in the building. The Troll looked at Branch and heldl a finger to his lips.

“Branch? Branch?” He could hear Veneer call out as he rubbed his chest. Peeking through the crack, Branch could see Veneer peeking and overturning debris to find him.

“Who are you?” He asked looking at the young Troll.

“….Tye.…My name is Tye.” Tye peeked through the cracks as the young Rageon outside kept digging through the debris.

“Branch!” Veneer called out again.

“I don’t think he’s all that bad-..”

“Shhh!”

The two Rageons that Veneer had knocked out earlier regained consciousness. They wabbled their way to Veneer, holding their heads, letting out small moans of pain.

“You…. You stupid little freak!” One exclaimed, a fury growing in his eyes. Veneer quickly got up from all fours, he turned and ran….

THUD!

He slammed into a body that was standing right behind him. Veneer fell back again, he stared up the tall Rageon: pale skin like them all, orange stringy hair style into a Mohawk. A cybernetic eye on his left, matching his clawed prosthetic arm.

“Wel, well, well. I should be honored. The one and only Veneer everyone!” He gestured to the young Rageon still on the ground.

The Trolls watched silently from the cracks of the building.

“Okay. They’re distracted, let’s go.” Tye attempted to pull Branch along.

“Wait.”

“For what? Let’s go!”

“Wait!” Branch exclaimed, peering through the cracks.

“H-how do you know m-my name?” Veneer stuttered.

“Isn’t that what you guys wanted? ‘Baby, remember my name’” He sang mockingly. “Oh you were famous down here as much as you were up there. Only for the wrong reasons.” The Rageon gazed and fiddled with his prosthetic arm as he continued to speak. “You and your sister, Under Rageons living the luxurious life. And you didn’t bend a finger to help out the rest of us down here.”

At his last words the orange haired Rageon grabbed Veneer's neck with his prosthetic, robotic arm, he began to squeeze tightly leaving Veneer choking and gasping for air. The rest of the Rageons smiled at the sight of Veneers suffering.

“You’ve seen enough. Let’s go.” Tye whispered again.

Branch stared at the sight before him. Veneer desperately claws at the at the other Rageon, pleading to be let go, fear in his eyes…

“….I can’t…” Branch replied. Tye spun around in genuine surprise.

“What.” He demanded.

“I have to help him. Please help me help him.” Branch said.

“He’s a Rageon! They’re all disgusting filths!”

“I think… I think he’s different. Trust me. I know him, kind of.” Branch stated.

“Yeah! So does everyone down here. We know who he is and what he did. I am NOT helping you help him.” Tye crossed his arms and turned around.

“Please! Troll to Troll.” Branch heard painful whimpers and grunts. He peeked to see Veneer struggling in and out of consciousness.

“Many would pay a heavy price if I took you in right now. Public execution would be nice. But the satisfaction of killing you myself is rewarding enough.” The Rageon squeezed his hand tighter. “Not to mention you allowed a Troll to escape my guys.” Tighter he squeezed.

Tears began forming in Veneer's eyes, his face going from red to blue….he felt his heart fighting to continue pumping.

“Please!” Branch said again, turning around to Tye with a desperation in his eyes as Veneer inched closer to death. Tye let out an annoyed sigh, balling his tiny fists. Reaching into the pockets of his vest he pulled out two seeds, handing one to Branch.

“Ummmm..” Branch began to say.

“Do you want to help him or not?” Tye asked, earning a nod from Branch. “Then listen to what I say…”

“Someone should record this.” One Rageon laughed as their boss squeezed tighter and tighter around Veneer's neck. His thoughts went straight towards Velvet… who would watch out for her? Who would help her with the condition she was in? He was all she had, Veneer couldn’t just leave her alone.

CLANK!

The sound of metal hitting the ground echoed through the alley behind them. The orange haired Rageon slightly let go of his grasp around Veneer's neck.

“What the hell was that?” He murmured…. Suddenly in the blink of an eye, two tiny Trolls came swinging in.

“Veneer hold your breath!” Branch cried out. As he and Tye neared the other Rageons, they squeezed the seeds they held in their hand, releasing a yellow pollen into the air. Taking one breath, the Rageons began falling to the ground one by one. Veneer felt the hand around his neck go limp as the orange haired Rageon lost consciousness and fell to the ground with a big THUMP.

“Okay…. You can breathe now.” Branch said as the pollen quickly disappeared.

Veneer gasped for air, coughing and choking as he held his neck. Red marks began to bruise around his neck where the Rageon squeezed.

“Are they..” Veneer said softly as he tried to regain his strength.

“No. Insomnia Lily Seeds. Knocks you out in one shot. Trolls are immune, but not Rageons.” Tye responded. Veneer glanced at the small little Trolls.

“T-thank you.” He said.

“Don’t thank me. I’d personally have had them kill you. He was persistent though.” Tye nodded at Branch who was caught off guard.

“I- l…. W-well…Let’s just call it even!” Branch turned around and crossed his arms, avoiding Veneer's thankful gaze.

“Whatever. Let’s go now.” Tye nudged Branch. As he began to run away, footsteps and voices were heard rounding the corner….

“Boss said he’d be back in a few. Where the heck is he?”… More Rageons, and not the nice ones.

“Great. We- ah!!!” Tye yelled as he felt himself being scooped up. Veneer also grabbed Branch and made a run for it, holding both Trolls close to his chest.

“Let go!” Tye began beating his little fists against Veneer's chest.

“Where are we going?” Branch called out.

“Somewhere safe….I hope.” The Rageon replied

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