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technowoah · 3 years

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THESEUS - a dsmp story ( DreamSMP x Queen!Reader)

CHAPTER FIVE : AND I REALIZE THREE FUNDAMENTAL TRUTHS AT THE EXACT SAME TIME.

Chapter Summary: You had gotten what you wanted, but at what cost? Nightmares ensue, and Dream’s true colors begin to show.

pairing: c!wilbur x queen!reader

an// IM BACK!! hopefully yall like this chaper cause this is the last one that I wrote in the past, Im writing chapter 6 rn so it might take a while. Also sorry for not posting requests I really wanted to get this chapter out there

⚠︎ swearing, dsmp spoliers(?), angst, arguing, smoking, explosions, gaslighting(?), not proofread.

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"Good job you two! This is all yours now.”

Dream had led you and Eret back to the castle, all of them still battered and bruised from the war they recently had. You had already taken off your armor and now you were wearing underneath your L'Manburg outfit that was torn and burnt showing some of your skin which was also burnt or cut. You had noticed on the way to the castle that Dream had kept on looking at the outfit that Eret and you had on with disgust, like a taunt.

You could finally relax in the huge castle that you apparently deserved because you and Eret had taken the first lives of the citizens of L'Manburg. In your heart you knew that L'Manburg was still a country. They all have two more lives and they will build the country up again with those two lives. You sighed then kept walking into the throne room. you looked at the two big thrones that sat next to each other. One for a king and one for a queen.

"Why are you standing there? Sit down! Relax!" Dream patted one of the thrones.

You and Eret had sat down on the thrones next to each other looking around the huge throne room and Dream smiling right in front of them. Once you both sat down you tried to sit up straight, but you wanted to slump down into the comfy, plush, velvet and gold chair. The two of them sat on velvet and gold thrones while in burnt and torn L'Manburg uniforms. It was a sight to see, and if someone didn't know the context of what just happened, this scene would've made sense to them.

"I'm happy you did this. You deserve all of this." Dream said while walking along the marble floor.

"It's beautiful, but I'm exhausted." You let your head fall to the side. You sighed wanting Dream to leave so you could finally get some rest.

"I bet."

"Eret are you okay?" You spoke up after Dream.

Eret had a look that you couldn't make out. He just stared off into space in his own mind. He shook his head after you called for him again.

"Yeah, yeah I am fine. I'm just thinking." Eret quickly responded.

"What are you thinking about?" Dream said in a monotone voice.

"If we did the right thing." Eret sighed.

You slowly nodded because you were thinking the exact same thing. They were traitors, you had built somewhat of a connection with those people you helped kill. And now what? you're living in a huge castle and apparently you "Shouldn't be feeling this way", Dream claimed.

"You two are overreacting. They are fine." Dream said bluntly while staring at them with a straight face.

That was a huge lie, their lives were taken today. They're not just “fine”.

"You two were never a part of that place anyways. This is your home! Why would you need to wear those hideous colors? They look bad on you, it's unflattering. There is no need to go back." Dream explained.

You hang your head not knowing what to say to the man, there wasn’t really anything to say but you spoke up hoping the words will come to you.

"I don't-"

"You don't have to say anything, it's okay. You're safe now. Did you get hurt?" Dream asked.

The bruises and scars said differently.

"Remember when I said that?" Dream pushed the question.

You rubbed a burn mark on your wrist and laughed a bit. "No! Actually I don't. We're safe now, but that doesn't mean we aren't hurt." You chuckled in disbelief.

"Well maybe if you listened to me you wouldn't be so anxious. If you listened you wouldn't have been so hesitant. You're safe." Dream said sternly.

"Maybe you're tired, Dream. We're all tired. Shall we go to bed?" Eret stood up and held out his hand to help you up from your seat.

You accepted his hand and started to follow Eret through the huge castle making your way through the huge, high ceiling halls. The three walked towards the king's and queen's room in the castle, Dream kept a slower pace and walked behind the two wanting to get one more word in before leaving the castle.

"If you two are ever in doubt just remember that you are on the right side of history." Dream said then turned around to leave the two alone.

You both stopped and turned around to see Dream’s back facing the both of you as he walked away. You and Eret eventually made it to your new bedrooms. There was a big door which held a huge room made for the both of them to sleep in and two separate rooms next to the bigger door which were made for one person. Eret and you stood in front of the bigger door staring at the intricate designs on the door not speaking to each other.

"So?" Eret laughed.

"So!" You exclaimed while chuckling.

"Are you okay sleeping in that huge room tonight?" Eret asked.

"I'm not totally comfortable with that, but it would be weird if we slept in the same bed. Don't get me wrong! You're a great friend, but-"

"Y/N/N stop! I'm okay with that too. I wasn't looking to sleep in the same bed. Yes we're married, but we're just staying friends, hey we might get a divorce later." Eret explained.

"If I do, we won't be king and queen anymore." You said softly to your husband.

"Is that what you want? To be "queen"?" Eret asked while putting air quotes around the word queen.

You paused for a moment then answered his question.

"I don't know where I'm supposed to be, Eret." You looked up at him sadly and he pulled you in for a hug. It took you everything you had to not cry into the L'Manburg uniform Eret was wearing. Today drained you mentally and physically, your hands were raw from shooting arrows, you had burn marks on your skin and your feet hurt from running through the kingdom. You weren’t sure about where you would go, because this didn't feel like your home.

"Let's go to bed and we'll talk in the morning. Rest on it because I'll happily divorce you so you can find your place in this huge kingdom." Eret laughed and let you out of his arms.

You chuckled and then let him go walking into what was supposed to be the queen's room and right next to it was the king's room which they both walked in after saying goodnight and closing their doors finally having time to themselves after a long day.

You finally took off the L'Manburg uniform and laid it on a velvet chair in the corner of the huge room. You stared at the uniform before going to the nearest closet and picking out something to wear for that night. The queen's room was basically the huge couple's room that you found before, but just with a smaller bed. There were still trinkets, jewelry and even clothes in the closet. you took a nightgown out of the closet and sat on the plush bed. You ended up laying down staring at the high ceiling thinking of the predicament Eret's question brought.

You finally retired for the night and crawled into bed and got under the soft covers. The window was open so a soft cool breeze was blowing through the room letting the curtains flow with the breeze. If you left you wouldn't have anywhere to go except back to L'Manburg, they would never let you back even if you tried. They probably hated your guts by now, so maybe divorcing wasn't a good idea. You had a set home here, you had food, clothes, and you weren't under attack every minute. you didn't have to watch your back for any enemies.

Your mind slowed down as you finally lulled yourself into a deep sleep forgetting the troubles in your mind for only a moment.

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The sunset fell over the horizon making it a gold, red color. It was beautiful. The trees were illuminated and the lakes had a certain glow to them. you could see mobs began to crawl out of the ground and caves, but you was safe up here.

You looked down and saw the familiar obsidian walls. It seemed like a faint memory, but in reality the walls were real. It was like you could feel the stone underneath your feet at this moment. you could see inside L'Manburg.

you saw Tubbo and Tommy laying in the grass talking to one another. you saw Fundy sleeping in the grass next to them. There were two new faces you had never seen before. It was a woman with short pink hair and another man with a shaved head. It might've been your mind putting people in your dreams to fill space. Then you saw Eret sitting by a small river letting his bare feet flow in the water. It was a peaceful scene.

"Beautiful sunset isn't it?" A voice showed up beside you.

It was Wilbur. He had his uniform on, it was clean like the war didn't even happen.

"It is really beautiful." You agreed watching the sun continue to lower over the trees.

"You know everything the sun touches is yours? It's all of ours. It just so happens that you can see the sunset and sunrise from L'Manburg. You can do anything as long as you see the sun rise and fall." Wilbur said, keeping his gaze soft at the sunset.

You hummed but stayed quiet admiring his words and the sunset.

"Let me tell you what I wish I'd known when I was young and dreamed of glory. You have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story. After you took one of my lives away I understand now. You can't control other people and their motivations."

You hang your head in disappointment, but then Wilbur continued.

"But I know that we can win. I know that greatness lies in you, but remember from here on in that history has its eyes on you. History will forever have its eyes on you no matter what you do." Wilbur looked into your eyes as the sun set on the two of them the stars began to shine.

The light brown eyes Wilbur had turned darker because of the sunlight being gone. You looked out back at the mobs in the forest and the huge towers in the sky made the kingdoms members. you turned around and looked into L'Manburg. Or what was considered L'Manburg.

There was no one there anymore, instead of people there were huge amounts of TNT that filled the walls behind them. you could hear faint voices around them, people that you didn't know. It sounded like chaos. you whipped your head around to Wilbur who was dressed in a brown tattered trench coat, brown pants, and a white shirt instead of the L'Manburg uniform.

He had a cigarette in his mouth and matches in his hands. He smirked at you as the voices around you got louder and your head sounded like you were in the middle of a tornado. your head was buzzing as your eyes couldn't focus on Wilbur in front of you. It felt like these moments were happening right in front of your all at one time.

"You want to be a hero Tommy?"

"You know if I die, this country goes down with me."

"if respect is the only thing protecting you from a knife in the back, then respect is nothing, right?"

"Kill me, Phil. Phil, kill me, Phil kill me! Phil, stab me with the sword, murder me now, kill me! Look-"

"You know Y/N" Wilbur started next to you. He lit a match and turned around to L'Manburg which was now filled with TNT.

"Somethings. Somethings were never meant to be." He threw the match into the huge pile of TNT and all in a second the obsidian underneath your feet disappeared as you fell into the explosion beneath you.

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"Fuck! Where am I?!" You shot up from your sleeping position in a cold sweat.

You frantically felt around the bed trying to convince yourself that you were physically at the castle in your bed. You finally caught your breath and laid back down in your bed finding yourself staring at the ceiling again. Even with the window open blowing cool air into the room, your skin still felt hot. You ended up tossing the covers off of you and making your way towards the entrance of the kingdom to get some air.

That dream was so much stuff in it you couldn't comprehend all of it. It was like Wilbur was there as if he was talking to you directly and it wasn't a dream and it made you second guess yourself and think that it may have not been a dream. You finally made it outside and sat on one of the steps that led people up into the kingdom. you sighed and breathed in the fresh air and it immediately relaxed your body and mind. You were alive, you were here and sadly Wilbur wasn't there. You closed your eyes and felt the breeze around you until you were startled by a figure beside you.

"You're up late. I thought you said you were mentally tired." Dream chuckled sitting beside you.

"I had a bad dream." You sighed.

"Hey don't take my name in vain like that" Dream laughed trying to bring up your mood.

Dream sighed and stood back up when he didn't get a response from his companion.

"Come one, let's go. Let's get your mind off of the one bad dream." Dream held his hand out, gesturing to you to take it.

You took his hand and then released it letting him lead the way to wherever the wind may take them. The dream is currently still stuck in your head. The voices from different people confused you and made your head spin.

"You want to be a hero Tommy?" What did that mean? Was someone threatening Tommy? Will someone threaten Tommy? You grew to care for that kid.

Who said "If I die, this country goes down with me"? What country. L'Manburg?

"If respect is the only thing protecting you from a knife in the back, then respect is nothing, right?" That one stumped you the most. you didn't even know if this was being spoken to you or to someone else. All of them except for the Tommy one.

Were they all even dreams? The one that haunted your mind the most was the one where someone was telling a man named Phil to kill them. Were you there for that moment? Did Phil kill the person? Who was Phil? All these thoughts and questions plagued your mind so much that your feet mindlessly carried you wherever Dream led you to.

"Here we are." Dream led You on top of a hill, a tall enough hill to see the main attraction. The place you missed the most, L'Manburg.

Tears started to form in your eyes and you tried blinking them away. All the moments of that dream appeared in your brain, but even stronger. you never felt these emotions before. Maybe L'Manburg was your home all along. you missed seeing Tubbo, Tommy, Eret and Fundy doing their own thing while your and Wilbur had a deep talk inside the van. you had spent weeks with them growing too attached to them and then ended up becoming a traitor.

"That place. You never belonged there. You're too good for them." Dream started and you stayed quiet watching the stars begin to disappear.

"Do you trust me?" Dream asked.

You stayed quiet not having the answer he wanted to hear. He wanted to hear you say that you trusted him when in reality you couldn’t, you weren't fully there yet, not anymore.

"They lied to you. It's not your home." Dream continued on letting you listen and not talk.

"How did you know if someone said it was my home or not?" You asked, startled.

"I might've been keeping an eye on you. I wanted to make sure my flower was okay." Dream kept his gaze on L'Manburg.

"Stop calling me that." You sighed.

"I never started. This was the first time I said that. Who called you flower?" Dream suddenly got serious, staring at you.

you kept your sights on the obsidian walls, not sparing him a glance. The stars began to fade and the sun peeked over the horizon. As they stayed longer the sun rose over the walls of L'Manburg. You started to remember the words in the dream you had.

L'Manburg stands for independence. Independence. That word kept ringing through your head like a mantra until a few voices below the hill and near the walls alerted you.

"HEY! Hey Wilbur! Give me back my shit!" Tommy yelled as he stomped after the older man.

"Wilbur get Tommy to stop shouting and give him his swords back please!" Fundy yelled trailing behind the two.

"No not until he learns not to go start stabbing shit!" Wilbur yelled back at the other two.

You missed that. you missed the bickering and the nonsense they all shared. you were upset that Tommy still hadn't learned his lesson and you wished you were there beside them at that moment.

Dream spoke up giving you a look you couldn’t quite get. "You are never allowed to step inside those walls again.

"What gives you the right to tell me what and what not to do? Who does that make you? Who do you think-"

"YOU ARE NEVER ALLOWED TO GO IN THOSE WALLS!" Dream yelled getting dangerously close to you.

You continued to stare at those blue eyes as the bright sun rose over the dark walls of L’Manburg. you didn't say anything but descended down the mountain alone with the sounds of Tommy, Fundy, and Wilbur bickering in the background, wishing you were there and not next to the man next to you who was staring at you angrily.

"I know what’s good for you! I know what's good for this country! Just trust me Y/N!" Dream yelled starting an argument

"Would you calm down! You came here to be all quiet and now you're yelling at me. You might want to be quiet before Wilbur hears you. Or do you want me to get him myself?" You yelled back, getting furious.

"Oh you wish! He doesn't care for you as much as me, Sapnap and George do! They agree as well!"

"Don't put words into his mouth!" You accused

"Oh! So if he cares so fucking much he would've help save you. And do you know what would happen if he saved you?! You would've died! I saved you! You were in a perfect situation and all you had to do is not complain! You're always overreacting." Dream ended with a huff and rolled his eyes while turning away..

you were speechless at this point. Overwhelming emotions consumed you. you couldn't believe you were overreacting. Maybe Wilbur wasn't everything you needed. you were overreacting, you were being selfish too. Dream was right. Dream walked over to you pulling you in a hug with L'Manburg was still in your sights.

"I did everything because I love you. You're too precious for them, you're not for them. They don't deserve you, you deserve someone who wants the best for you. A flower that needs a home and I'm here to give it to you." Dream softly explained.

Your eyes kept tearing up at the words and different emotions flowing through you. The sights on L'Manburg make your memories and questions come back. Where did you belong? But more importantly who was telling the truth?

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stbhun · 3 years

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My submissive satin dream

I am absolutely naked when I enter the fitting room in the old castle. Two tailors are waiting for me there. First, the satin boxer shorts arrive. I sit on a chair, and they help me pull it on. The soft satin material gently caresses my penis. I don't realise that there is a slit also on the rear side...

I pull on a pair of socks, too. Then we select the satin shirt. I choose a black satin shirt with cuff links and with a so-called Beethoven collar.

I already feel really high as I feel the soft touch of the shirt on my body. The tailors are working professionally, they quickly button the shirt on my body, adjust the cuffs and the neck, and then add a matching cravat.

The next step is the suit. Should it be a 3-piece, one button suit with a vest? No, this time I chose a six button, double breasted suit. First, I sit down to pull on the pants, not realising the weak sewing at the bottom. When I stand up, the tailors quickly tuck the shirt in the pants, and add a shiny leather belt in black and gold. It matches very well with the golden coloured cufflinks. When they help me with the suit's coat, I already feel in heaven. The cravat is covered almost completely by the high closure suit. I'm all wrapped in satin.

"You are already a great looking victim for tonight", notes one of the tailors. "Victim? What victim?" - I ask with growing anxiety. "You'll soon understand" - he replies, as he helps me with putting on the extra shiny leather shoes. "What about a cape as a final addition?" It sounds great, but this time I shall go for something even more impressive. "Or maybe a trench coat in leather?" No, I want to go for something else. This satin outfit cries for a soft fur coat. "I think I'll feel stronger with a long fur coat", I reply. "Like the one on the rack over there."

Oh, it was a great decision. As one of the tailors help me with putting this coat on, I almost burst out. My body shivers, I feel sooo high after the first steps. "Now you are ready, mister". Yes, but for what? - I think. But I don't mind. I have never felt so high before. "Now, please walk over to the Great Bedroom". The tailors take a bow, and as they wish me all the best, I slowly walk to the wooden door. With each step, I feel as the silver lining of the long fur coat caresses my legs, and my boxer shorts keep me erected. I have never looked so posh, so elegant, so great before, as I enter the other room.

"I've been waiting for you" - says the man in the bedroom. He wears a satin pyjama in burgundy colour, with a matching ankle length robe in the same colour.

"Now you do as I order you to do" he says. "What do you mean? I take no orders from any..." I want to say, but before I could finish, he kisses me and hugs me. And right after that, he slaps me on the face so hard that I have to take a step to keep my balance. "How dare you???" I cry, and I try to punch him in the abs. But he is faster. He grabs me by my neck, and pushes me back. As I bend back, my fur coat opens, revealing my suit. The lower end of the long, silver satin lined fur coat is now down on the floor. I grab his arm with both hands, trying to escape. He lets me go, and I fall on the floor.

I stand up quickly, adjust my tie and button my fur coat again. "Please don't do this to me, I have..." But he doesn't listen. He doesn't even speak any more. He punches me in the abs. I fall on the floor again, turning on my side. He grabs me by my trousers and the lapel of the fur coat, and almost makes me fly, as his robe flows in the air. He sits on me, opens my coat, removes my belt, and opens my pants' button. As I try to get up again, he grabs the lapel of my long fur coat, and kicks me from behind. My two arms bend back as I fall out of the coat, down on the carpet again. I try to get my coat back, I grab his long red robe. I'm even begging to him. When I stand up, I punch him once in the abs, but it only makes him more determined to make me his slave.

I am ordered to kiss him again, then I'm thrown on the bed. He unbuttons my coat, then grabs my feet and pulls them towards him. I slip in the soft satin materials - my suit coat's lining is revealed, my tie runs up to my face. He turns me on the bed, grabs the lapel of my suit coat, and rips it off of me. I shiver as my satin shirt gently falls back on my back. He sits on my legs, grabs my hands, and ties them together behind my back with my belt. I can hardly move when I hear the ripping of my trousers.

Without asking, he adds some creamy stuff on my ass. It feels good and it feels a bit cold, too. A second later, I feel a strong push from behind, as he pushes his penis in my ass. He is now gentle again, pushing it in deeper inch by inch. We move together. I enjoy it, too, and when he finally cums, it only takes a few seconds that I follow.

Next time I'll ask for a cape.

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emo-floof-child-writes · 4 years

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The Sword of the Solstice

Chapter 1: Dragon Duel!

There are two forces in the world of Theskyx; the Shining Light, and the All-Consuming Dark. The Light is controlled by a Being of Pure Light; known as Lathander the Holy Cat. The Dark is controlled by a Being of Pure Darkness; known as Dendar the Night Serpent.

Long ago, a great warrior of Lathander, a paladin, fought a great battle, against a force so dark that many said he wouldn't ever be defeated. A Dark Mage, seduced by Dendar's power, gathered all evil to him to join into his dark regiment, as he planned to seal the world in darkness.

But the great hero would not let him. He used his magic sword to seal The Dark Mage into an inescapable prison. But sadly, he could not keep it sealed unless he too were trapped inside it. The sword that sealed them disappeared, it whereabouts unknown.

Many adventures, mages, and creatures of all sorts, sought after it. They hoped to wield its power, for good or for ill. The sword, however could not be found. Although other legends say that the sword wasn't lost, and the Warrior and Mage are still fighting to this day.

Whichever is true, another adventure was sparked by this Sword of Legend and that is the story that I shall be telling you today. This is the story of how a small group of elves, humans and a Draconic shapeshifter, saved the world from a power that no one foresaw...

We begin our adventure in a damp cave, said by locals to hold a dragon! And it can be expected that with a dragon comes a large fortune! Our adventurers have come in search of treasure, and fame. Their party includes their rather plain looking human rogue, who is the leader, only just turning 26. He wears brown pants, knee high boots and a green tunic to match his messy green hair. Izuku Midoriya, he goes by.

Then there was their quiet, elven paladin, of the Bright Dawn; Shoto Todoroki. He is 25. He has a long blue coat, which has frilly collar, a pair of leather pants, and gold lined boots. He has a scar on his left side, from a dragon attack years ago. He once a was a Prince, before the attack. His hair has two colors, (perhaps as a result of his service as a paladin), on his right, it is ghostly white, on the other, it is blood red.

Their other travel companion, a rather angry human barbarian; Katsuki Bakugo. He too is only 26. He wears nothing but a fur cape, and leather trousers, with sandals that spiral up to his knees. He has awfully pale blond hair, that spikes up every which way. He's also known for smashing heads in, and starting fights in taverns! He's a character, to be sure!

The three of them look around the cave, Shoto (using his god's power that flows through him) makes a torch to light up the damp, dreary cave. Izuku slips into the shadows, becoming invisible to the naked eye. Katsuki sulks behind them, arms crossed. “You sure we came to the right place this time?” Katsuki asks, they had been searching for a good while now, and Katsuki was getting sick of searching. Shoto turns to face him. “The map said to go up Myki Pass, and follow along the pass to Dekuuna Road. This is the last cave that isn't on the East-West Road!”

Katsuki growls. “It better be, or I'm striking off on my own." As He says this, a loud roar echoes through the cave. Shoto pulls out his sword, and Izuku grabs one of his throwing daggers. Katsuki laughs, holding up his Warhammer, excited at the thought of a fight. “Be on guard,” Izuku warns, “we have no idea what type of dragon this is.” Dragons aren't always the fire-breathing ones. Some have ice breath, and are blue. Others still are water dragons. There are even some that are said to be shapeshifters, though they have yet to have been proven.

Shoto steps through the door, closely followed by Katsuki, and Izuku takes up the rear. They walk into a room lit by torches. Another roar resounds through the corridors. “I smell something!” A booming voice says. “Has someone entered this Domain?” Shoto looks up to see that the dragon is perched above them. He holds his arms out, making Katsuki and Izuku stop. He points up towards the dragon, and they both nod, walking back into the room they came from.

“What's the plan?" Katsuki asks. “We didn't anticipate that the dragon would be standing right above the entrance.” Izuku scratches his chin. “I should go first, as reconnaissance. If (most likely when) the dragon sees me, charge it from behind, taking as many attacks as you can while it is distracted.” Shoto bows his head. “With all due respect, Midoriya, what happens if he's a fire breather?” He touches his scar, frowning. The last thing Shoto wanted was his reckless friend to receive the same horrible fate he had, or worse.

Izuku places his hand on his friend's shoulder. “Fear not, my friend. I will be as quiet as a fox.” Katsuki sighs. “We're doomed." He says, with a groan. Shoto bows his head. “I will trust your judgment, then." He says, and Izuku nods. Katsuki growls. “Just get this dumb plan over with." he mutters. It may seem that Katsuki doesn't respect his companion, but it's quite the opposite, he is worried that this plan will fail. He knows that even though it is his profession, Izuku can be unreliable when stealthing.

Izuku sighs, and keeping to the wall of the corridor, he sneaks out into plain view of the dragon. He looks up, to see that in place of a dragon, is a young man approximately the same age as Izuku. He has red spikey hair, and is sitting shirtless on the overhang, and he wears a red scarf around his neck. “What's happened?" The red haired boy asks, most likely talking to himself. Izuku looks around for the dragon. All he can see is the entrance to another room. He frowns. Where did the dragon go? Izuku wonders. He scoots along the wall back to where Shoto and Katsuki were standing.

“Hey." Izuku whispers. “The dragon disappeared. There's a boy sitting where the dragon was!” Katsuki gasps, and Shoto clutches his sword. “That is not a boy." Shoto says. “That's a Draconic.” Shoto's village was attacked by dragons, but one was a Draconic, a man-dragon. That particular one was a fire-breather, and caused years and years of damage to his once proud kingdom. It's what made him pledge to be a paladin. He has sought after this dragon for years, to deliver the Evil One into the Divine Light.

"What are we going to do?" Katsuki asks. “I mean, can he turn back into a dragon?” Izuku taps his chin. “It seems that he was unaware of what happened." Izuku says, and Shoto nods. “From what I have learned, it seems Draconics are like Werewolves. Unaware in their human state.” Shoto frowns. “This does pose a moral problem. Is it right to attack something that is unaware of what it has done? I need time in prayer.” Katsuki growls. “We don’t have time!” Izuku places his hand on Katsuki's arm. “The Draconic is unaware of our whereabouts. We can take a moment.”

Katsuki stomps his foot, sitting down. He pouts, because he thought he was about to fight a dragon. Izuku sits down next to him. “I understand that you want to fight a dragon, but Shoto brings up a good point. How do we know that he is aware of this?” Katsuki groans. “For someone who steals for a living, you have a high standard for moral choices.” Izuku scoffs. “I prefer the term, ‘treasure hunter.’ I don't steal from other people.” Izuku had a rough childhood, full of awful hunger on the streets.

Shoto sighs. He kneels, and closes his eyes. Lathander, He prays in his head. What should I do? I can't kill an innocent man, Draconic or not. I don't want to be an oath-breaking paladin. The Draconic that destroyed my village, what if he wasn't aware? Please guide me to the Divine Light. Let me make the right decision, ease my conscience. May Dawn be yours, your faithful servant, Shoto Todoroki. A calmness settles over him, a golden glow from his Aura of Light shines around him.

Katsuki sighs. “Have you come to a decision, Light-Bringer?" He asks, standing up. Shoto folds his hands. “I believe so. You won't appreciate my decision. I want to see if we can convince the Draconic to see the Light of The Morning Lord.” Katsuki fake gags. “You're right, I hate it." Katsuki grumbles. Izuku sighs. “How about we try it Shoto's way, and if that falls, we'll kill it, um, him?” Katsuki sighs. “Fine, let's get this over with.” The three of them walked into the corridor, to see that the red haired young man was standing in the hall now.

“Oh, I have guests?" He says, frowning. Shoto walks forward, and bows. “Pardon me, my companions and I were told that a dragon resides here. The villagers said that it was destroying their crops.” The Draconic gasps. “Oh no! It's happening again!” He curls up into a ball, whimpering. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" He repeats, over and over again. Shoto kneels down next to him. “What is happening again?" He asks, trying to coax him to talk. The Draconic whimpers again. “The voice..." The Draconic says, grabbing Shoto's coat.

Katsuki groans. “Shoto, this person loopy. I think he's a lost cause.” Shoto places his hand on the Draconic's shoulder. “What voice?" Shoto asks. The Draconic look around the corridor. “I've been trapped here for a long time. A mage put a spell on me. I'm Draconic, you see.” He looks at Katsuki. “I'm not loopy. The mage can see in here. His voice is in my head. I can't control my changing anymore. He sends me out to destroy people that cross him. I shall never be free of him.”

Izuku walks over to the Draconic. “What is your name?" The Draconic frowns. “You need to leave, he is coming.” Katsuki growls, holding up his greatclub. “Let him! I've been waiting for a fight all day!” The Draconic winces. “Please, his presence is close. Leave while you still can.” Izuku pulls out his shortsword, Shoto flips his greatsword in his hands. The Draconic sighs. “You've signed your death sentence." Says a different voice. And from around the corner, appears a cloaked figure.

The cloak looks burned, but it appears to be a dark blue color. He pulls up the hood of his cloak, revealing his face. He has red hair, it's shape is reminisce of fire. Shoto freezes. He looks just like Father! He helped the Draconic that burned my kingdom! How is that possible? The Mage chuckles. “You seemed to have seen a ghost, child!” Shoto hands tremor. “Shoto! What's wrong?" Izuku asks. Shoto takes a shaky breath. “He's the man who helped burn my kingdom down!" Shoto says, backing up.

Izuku gasps, and rushes the Mage. The Mage chuckles. “Hello, son.” Shoto whimpers. “‘Son’?!” Izuku says, looking at Shoto. Shoto sighs. “King of Fiery Endeavors.” Shoto says. “If you have come to finish the job, spare my companions.” Katsuki swings his greatclub at the Mage. He connects with his face, sending him backwards. “Katsuki!” Izuku scolds, looking at Shoto. His hands are still shaking, his lip quivers. Lathander, guide me. How can I fight my father? He should be brought into the Light, but must I bring him into the Everlasting Light of Eternity?

Katsuki sighs. “Shoto, take the dragon boy and get yourself out of here. Whatever or wherever the spell or magical object caused this is, we’ll deal with it.” Shoto scoffs. “As a Paladin of the Morning Lord Lathander, I cannot, in good conscience, leave you behind!” The mage, King Endeavor, laughs. “Paladin of the Morning Lord! How you have changed, my son.” Izuku points his sword at King Endeavor.

“You do not get to speak to him! Shoto, I agree with Katsuki. You need to get him away.” Shoto gasps. Izuku swings his sword at King Endeavor, and it grazes his shoulder. “Very well, Izuku. Come with me." He says, grabbing the scarf of the Draconic boy. The boy whimpers. “But!" the Draconic says, looking at King Endeavor. “He controls me! What if I destroy a village?” Shoto sighs. Katsuki takes another swing at King Endeavor, but his swing is too wild.

King Endeavor smirks, and takes out a glowing, glass ball. Shoto gasps. He had that when my village was destroyed! He convinced the Draconic not to kill me with it, perhaps it controls Draconics? Shoto pushes past Izuku and the Draconic, and casts Command on King Endeavor. “Drop." Shoto says, and King Endeavor grabs his head. Shoto’s voice whispers in King Endeavor’s head, compelling him to release the Magic Orb.

His hand shakes, and he releases the Magic Orb. He gasps, as it falls from his fingers. Shoto reaches his hand out, and catches it. He turns to face the Draconic, and throws the Magic Orb passed him. The Draconic yelps, and King Endeavor gasps. It flies across the room, and smashes against the wall. Shoto turns to King Endeavor, who is whimpering. Shoto chuckles. “That’s what controls the Draconic, right?" Shoto asks, casting his spell, Zone of Truth.

He feels that Lathander’s truthful influence takes hold of King Endeavor. “Y-yes..." King Endeavor says, and his eyes widen. “I didn’t want to say that! Why did I say that?” Katsuki, who has seen Shoto use this spell before, smiles. He knows that if you speak while this spell is in effect, you have to answer honestly. You can get out of it if you make a motion, but he figured that King Endeavor didn’t know that.

“The power of a Paladin of Light flows through me.” Shoto says, folding his hands. “Now, did that end the effect?” King Endeavor clears his throat. “Yes, it did...” He says, frowning. Izuku sheaths his sword. “Huzzah, we stopped the dragon.” He says, laughing. Katsuki shakes his head. “We may have freed the Draconic, but we don’t know if he’s not gonna murder us.” The Trio of Heroes turn to the Draconic, who frowns.

“I’m not going to murder anyone!” He protests. Shoto can sense that the spell has affected the Draconic as well. “He’s telling the truth.” Shoto says, and Katsuki sighs. “What about Mage of Evil over here?” He asks, pointing at King Endeavor. The Draconic turns to King Endeavor and changes into his dragon-form. “You have destroyed enough lives!” the Draconic’s voice booming. King Endeavor whimpers.

The Draconic breaths fire, and King Endeavor tries to dodge the blast, but he gets consumed in the flames. “Long live Dendar!” King Endeavor wheezes. Whether he intended to or not, our Trio of Heroes get caught in the blast. Shoto and Katsuki whether it, but Izuku is close to death. Once the Draconic realizes it hurt the people that were trying to free him, he turns back into a normal person, and uses a spell on Izuku, who recognizes it as Cure Wounds.

Izuku feels a lot better, thanks to the magic healing, but he still has some pain. Shoto sighs, and also uses Cure Wounds on Katsuki, making him close to fully healed. He then casts Lay On Hands on himself, making himself healed. “S-sorry!” The Draconic sutters, backing up. Katsuki laughs. “I am aware that Dragon Breath is hard to aim... I would have been more mad if you killed my companions.”

The Draconic nods, and bows. “Apologies, um, I’m Eijiro Kirishima.” He rubs his neck, looking away. Shoto walks over to King Endeavor’s ashes. “Sorry about that too.” Eijiro says, biting his lip. Shoto tilts his head and scoffs. “He needed to go to the Eternal Light, I thank Lathander that I didn’t have to smite him myself.” Shoto bows his head, holding his father's ashes in his hand. “May the Light of Lathander shine in your spirit."

He blows the ashes away, and stands up. “I suppose we’re done here, right?” He looks at Izuku, who shrugs. “We should go... best to not be connected to this. Remember what happened last time?” Katsuki groans. “Yeah, no, I do not want to repeat that.” He starts to head towards the door. Izuku follows and Shoto takes up the rear. Eijiro starts to head back to his treasure horde, but now that he is free of that Mage’s power, he has little interest in gold.

He turns around. “Wait.” He says, and they stop, Shoto turns his head. “Yes?” Izuku asks. Eijiro clears his throat. “Is there room for one more?” He asks, tugging at his scarf. Izuku looks at Shoto and Katsuki. Shoto shrugs, and Katsuki smiles. “He can turn into a dragon!” Katsuki says. “He’d be a nice addition.” Izuku nods, and smiles at Eijiro.

“Alright, I think we can be a party of four from now on.” Izuku says, and Eijiro grins, his teeth pointed. He walks over to them, and they walk out of this deary cave, and into the quiet outdoors. The sun is setting, and the road was empty. “Let’s move out, everyone." Izuku says, walking out to the road edge. Shoto follows, and then Katsuki and Eijiro, respectively.

#kacchako #bnha #mha #fantasy au #fanfiction #fanfic #written by me #Izuku Midoriya #Midoriya Izuku #Shoto Todoroki #Todoroki Shoto #Katsuki Bakugo #Bakugo Katsuki #Eijiro Kirishima #Kirishima Eijiro #chapter 1

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