#they where some of the first flowers from outside of his village he saw which gave him an interest in the world outside the jungle

[lily-ohfally]

WoL QotD: Do you relate/associate any flower any flower with your WoL and if so, what does it symbolize if anything?

Follow up: What made you pick the flower?

#besides the obvious of lily of the valleys i actually wanna talk about them and why #bc some of you may not know #for Lily's lore tho #theyre related to his late mother #but i choose lily of the valleys bc 1. theyre my birth month flower and 2. theyre my favorite #they where some of the first flowers from outside of his village he saw which gave him an interest in the world outside the jungle #and even tho his circumstances of leaving the jungle were unfortunate #he still treasures the memory of his mother in/with lily of the valley's #generally i just associate him with lily's #but lily of the valleys have a special place in our hearts :) #also since lily and i share a birthday it's both our birth month flower! #which makes it feel even more special to me #and not to go into personal stuff but Lily has become such a comfort oc for me due to around when i started playing ffxiv #so having associate him with my favorite flower brings me so much joy #i hope everyone who sees and answers this wolqotd will also be filled with happiness when typing their answer #wolqotd #wol qotd #wol questions #wol question of the day #ff14 #ffxiv #ffxiv qotd #ffxiv wolqotd #ff14 qotd #ff14 wolqotd

[soapsilly]

Betrayal - Roronoa Zoro Imagine

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x reader

Spoilers for One Piece (?)

Summary: It's been two years since the straw hats got seperated by Bartholomew Kuma. Two years since (Y/N) and Zoro have last seen each other but when the day finally came to reunite things didn't quite play out like they had envisioned.

Requests are closed

Part 2 Part 3

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It wasn't love at first sight. Not at all. It wasn't like they disliked each other either - far from it actually. When the Straw Hats picked her up, it didn't take long for (Y/N) to make friends with almost the whole crew. When they arrived on her little autumn island it didn't take much convincing for them to make her part of the crew. She liked her little home outside of the village but she was never part of it. The Straw Hats found (Y/N) when they made a stop at the island for supplies. Whilst Nami and Sanji stormed to the market in the search for pretty things and food supplies respectively, Zoro and Luffy wandered into the next bar for drinks and meat - also respectively. That left Chopper and Usopp on the look out for medicinal herbs and whatever else was needed for Usopp's ammunition. When they asked the townspeople they told them about the witch that lived outside the village. The villagers usually avoided her unless they needed something - which made (Y/N) a rather lonely person. When Chopper and Usopp told their captain about what they've heard, Luffy was immediately excited. So the whole crew made their way up the hill to the hut where the alleged witch was located.

Once they arrived, Chopper immediately went for the flowers and herbs that grew in the garden infront of the little house.

"I wouldn't touch those. Most of them are poisonous", the girl that came out of the house didn't look like a witch at all. No warts, no hooked nose, not even a witchy hat or black boots. In fact, she was young and -

"Beautiful!", the tall, blond guy was at her side at an instant. He took her hand in his and starred deeply into her eyes, "my name is Sanji and you are?"

"(Y/N)", she giggled.

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It was easy for (Y/N) to make friends with the crew - well most of them. Luffy was a friendly guy by nature so no problem there, Sanji was swooned as soon as she stepped out of her house, Nami was just happy to have another girl on the ship and Chopper was happy about the few healing balms and herbs she could provide him with - even though he had hoped for more when he saw the densely vegetated garden in front of the witch's house. Much to his dismay most of them were poisonous plants, not because she planned something foul but rather just because she liked them the most. Usopp wasn't as easy to win over as he seemed to be rather sceptical of strangers, but as she handed him some ammunition for his sling shot she finally gained his sympathy. The first batch was a little too strong for Usopps liking - lethal to be specific - but after careful calibration, whoever was hit fell into a temporary paralysis, much to Zoro's dismay who quickly became Usopp's favourite victim for target practice.

The swordsman however was a different story. He wasn't outright mean to her but no matter how much she tried, how many smiles she sent his way or how many attempts at small talk she started, he just didn't seem to care. She didn't take offence to that though. She still enjoyed his company whilst the crew sat down for dinner or during their excursions to different islands. It was during those times that she noticed his abysmal sense of direction, his affinity for hard liquor and his dislike for a certain curly-eyebrowed cook. She always enjoyed the seemingly pointless fights that the two would get themselves into. It's not that she disliked either of them - quite the contrary in fact - she grew rather fond of both of the men even if one of them didn't want much to do with her and the other wanted a little too much. It was rather that entertainment on deck was scarce and they never really hurt each other in a serious way anyways - so no harm, no foul .

One night after dinner when most of the crew went on to do their separate things, (Y/N) decided to try it again with Zoro.

"Is it your turn to keep watch tonight?", she asked as she approached him on deck.

He looked at her for a few seconds but decided to answer her anyways. "No, I think it's Usopp and that shitty cook tonight"

That's just what the girl wanted to hear. "Great!"

He sent her a suspicious squint but let her continue.

"You like alcohol" - she stated and as if to confirm her statement he lifted his cup, which was already filled with some kind of liquor - "I got us some", she continued.

"I got my own", he grunted.

"This one's better. Believe me, I made it", she grinned.

"You made this?"

"Yep"

"Yourself?"

"Yep"

"With your poison plants? Are you trying to kill me?"

"Yep.... Well, no", she sighed, "it's really good. In a low dosage it has a euphoric effect. I usually drink it as a tea but I made it as a drink.. for us to share?"

The green haired man contemplated for a moment but then shrugged and held out his cup for her to fill.

After the first sip, he let the taste linger for a second and then decided to chug the whole thing before (Y/N) could protest.

"I like it. Give me another cup"

"What? No! This is stronger than normal sake. It's not supposed to be downed. You can't have another one so soon after the first"

"I don't feel a thing. I can handle it. Give me another"

She thought for a moment. What was the worst thing that could happen?

"Only if you drink this one slowly..."

He sent her a short nod, indicating his approval.

So for a while they sat there in silence sipping their drinks with the occasional question here and there.

"So, you're a witch, huh?"

"Me? Nah.. The townspeople liked to say that because I like to do tarot card readings and sold them potions and healing balms. There's nothing magical about it but rumours spread fast in such a little village"

"Why didn't you correct them?"

"I don't care. I made money off of it", she shrugged.

They both fell into silence again but it felt comfortable. She could feel the slight buzz already forming and by the glow on Zoro's cheeks, she could see that the drink started to have it's effect on him too.

"I wouldn't mind another drink, you know", he grinned at her mindlessly.

It was late already but (Y/N) didn't feel like cutting the time with Zoro short. Who would've thought that the way into a man's heart was freshly distilled alcohol?

Just as she was about to fill their cups yet another time, Sanji made his way patrolling around the ship. Only the sight of the cook was enough to make Zoro clench his jaw.

"What's your problem with Sanji?", she found the interaction hilarious.

"You wouldn't understand anyways. That talentless ero-cook..."

"Hey.. he might be a pervert, but his food is amazing!", she scolded the moss-head.

"You don't seem to mind the way he dances around you and Nami", he huffs.

"No, I think it's kinda nice actually but I wouldn't put too much thought into it", she shrugged, "he can't control himself around women. I wouldn't fall for a guy like that"

"Hah!", the swordsman seemed to like hearing that. One man's misfortune is another man's treasure. Especially if the first man happened to be a curly-browed cook.

The night went on and on and the more the two of them drank the more they opened up about their past, their dreams and aspirations. But since (Y/N)'s alcohol was indeed stronger than what Zoro was used to after a few more cups the deep conversations turned into silly jokes and stupid impressions, which was not unusual for (Y/N) at all but when Usopp told the others about what he saw in the morning neither wanted to believe Zoro had partaken aswell.

"I knew she was a real witch... She cast a spell on him", Chopper whispered.

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Since that night Zoro and (Y/N) would consider each other as friends. Neither would talk about it but during meal times they would sit by each other, during island walks they stayed with each other and during night patrol they kept each other company. And every now and again at night they would sit down on the deck with a bottle of (Y/N)'s liquor and repeat the first time they really talked to each other. And it was during those times that during a moonlit night they shared their first kiss. The next morning neither could say who it was, that initiated it but it didn't really matter anyways. For the most part nothing really changed between them and they never gave it a name but they never kept it a secret either.

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Zoro wasn't the same after Thriller Bark. He spent all his free time excercising and training without giving his body the time to properly heal.

"Zoro... please", she stood in the doorway of the crow's nest, "you need to heal"

He ignored her and just kept going.

"You heard what Chopper said. I'm worried about you"

Still no response.

"Damnit! Zoro, is your deathwish that big?", her voice was equal parts angry and sad, "how will you become the best swordsman in the world when you're dead?"

With a loud 'BANG' Zoro dropped his weight and turned to the girl in front of him, "I made a promise! Don't you understand I need to become stronger?"

(Y/N), of course knew about Zoro's past. She knew about Kuina and his promise to her but why did he have to be so stubborn?

"Is that promise more important than all of us? Your nakama?", she was on the verge of tears now.

"It's not just that", he yelled back. Why was she so stupid? "If I don't become stronger, I can't protect any of you"

"You can't protect us either if you're dead! And then you'll never be the world's best swordsman and I'll be alone again!", she screamed.

The Straw Hats could hear the fighting all the way down on deck. They were used to their fights being loud but this was different. Sanji was already half-way up the ladder to break up the fight, outraged that Zoro would dare to make (Y/N)-chan cry but Robin held him back telling him that there were some things that a couple needs to sort out themselves.

That night (Y/N) took the time to put a heap of pillows and blankets into the crow's nest to make it easier for him to relax a little. At first he refused to follow her at all but once she grabbed his hand and really stared into his eyes he realized how serious she was. Once she got him to settle in, she turned to leave but his voice stopped her.

"Stay", his voice was quiet, "please, stay"

She nodded and turned back to him. Usually she was the one to initiate closeness between the two, so moments like those were rare. Once she nestled into the mountains of pillows she heard his voice again.

"I'm sorry"

She was stunned. All the years and all the fights, she never heard him apologize to her before. She tried to say something but he continued.

"I know I'm stubborn, but the thought of not being strong enough to protect any of you kills me. I won't always have time to heal and when the time comes and we'll get attacked I will have to fight. And if anyone, especially you, gets hurt because I wasn't strong enough, I wouldn't be able to live with that"

The witch didn't know how to react to his confession. Instead she opted to brush her fingers to Zoro's green hair and soon after she could hear the deep snores of her lover.

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The Straw Hats were hopelessly at the mercy of marine admiral Kizaru. There was nothing they could do. All of them were battered and bruised already from the fight with the Kuma Androids and now (Y/N) had to witness Zoro collapse from one of the Admiral's attacks. In the distance she could hear Luffy scream his name. She knew it was too soon for a fight. Almost automatically she sprinted to the sprawled out form of her boyfriend. Once she reached him, there wasn't much time to spare. She grabbed his form and dragged his body away from the impending kick, that would kill him. Brook and Usopp tried to attack Kizaru while (Y/N) created some distance but in the blink of an eye the admiral stood above Zoro once again. One leg on his back, the other hovering above his head.

"I won't let you get away. It's no use", he said almost too calmly.

The thoughts inside of (Y/N)'s head were racing and before she knew what she was doing she threw herself over Zoro's exposed form.

"You fool. That won't save him. You'll die together", Kizaru laughed almost carelessly.

Her heart was racing and she felt the blood rushing in her ears, but she didn't dare to open her eyes.

"Get away!", she couldn't quite tell whose voice it was that reached her ears first but after the first exclamation another followed and another and another... but she only shook her head repeatedly tears streaming down her face.

"Go", Zoro's deep voice sounded raspy and like even that small little word hurt him immensely but (Y/N) only shook her head yet again not caring that the man beneath her could probably not even see it. But the deadly stomp never came. Instead, Rayleigh, Gol D. Roger's first mate, decided to come in and fight with admiral Kizaru himself.

"Grab Zoro and get out of there!", she heard Luffy yell. Usopp grabbed Zoro underneath his arm and dragged him out of the danger zone.

"You - You should have left", the swordsman tried to scold his girlfriend but his voice was weak.

"Can we fight about this once we're safely back on the Sunny, please?"

He tried to laugh, their bickering was one of his favourite things about their relationship but they never even got the chance to return to their home. Shortly after Kizaru, the real Kuma showed up and one after the other the Straw Hat Pirates disappeared.

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It's been two years since Kuma seperated the crew, two years since Luffy lost Ace, two years since Zoro has last seen (Y/N). But the time has finally come to reunite. Zoro was actually the first to arrive ten days ago. Shortly after the other Straw Hats arrived one after another. It was only the witch that was still missing. Zoro couldn't wait to tell her that not only did he arrive before her AND that shitty cook, he also arrived first overall. He decided to conveniently remain silent about the help of a certain Ghost Ghost Brat.

"Has anybody had any contact with (Y/N) in the last two years?", Nami asked the group but she only earned headshakes as a response. Zoro felt a touch of melancholy. He would never admit it infront of the crew but eventhough he had used every single day of those two years for training with Mihawk, he did miss her. And then just like that, there she was walking up the gangway.

Zoro felt like his heart skip a beat once he saw her fully. She didn't change much, she was still beautiful. So much infact, that the ero-cook almost bled out once she went to greet him. The only thing that changed were the many tattoos that littered her body - mostly her arms. Flowers, beetles, stars and moons.

She came up to him last but something was weird. He expected her to leap into his arms like she had done so often in the past. He never initiated PDA infront of others - or rather at all - but he never complain when she did it, but this time she just stood there.

"Zoro, your eye..."

For a second he felt insecure. He never paid the fresh scar that decorated his left eye any mind and he didn't think that (Y/N) would either.

"Are you okay?", she seemed worried.

He grunted as to confirm that he was fine.

"You look good", she sent him a reassuring smile.

For a while the two of them just stood there but then Luffy's loud voice pulled them out of the moment.

"So now that we're complete let's set sail!"

(Y/N) flinched and then looked panicked.

"Wait, no, no no. There's something I need to tell you guys"

The crew waited in silence for their friend to continue.

"I won't come be coming you"

It was quiet for a few secong before Luffy's booming laugh filled the space, clearly thinking she was joking but Zoro knew something was wrong. In all those years as a fighter he learned to observe high stress situations and this was one. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but something was very wrong.

"Luffy... I'm not - I'm not joking", her voice was quiet.

Luffy abruptly stopped laughing. She didn't dare look up into the faces of her former crew mates in fears of what she might see but her decision has been made. It's not like she had much of a choice anyways.

"What's going on? Who's making you say this? Is someone threatening you?", Sanji asked. Even he mellowed out considering the tense situation. As much as he disliked the cook, Zoro approved of the questions, he knew she wouldn't leave them on her own accord.

"Nobody is threatening me and nobody is making me say this. I just can't - I don't... I will not be coming with you"

"But why?", Nami tried to reason with her.

"You guys don't understand. I have a home, a little house with a garden..."

"You can have a garden here on the Sunny...", Franky interjected.

"Whatever you'll need from your home, we'll get it on the way. Don't you worry about it", Luffy laughed, still not understanding how serious the situation was. Everybody was talking, asking questions, yelling suggestions but (Y/N) just kept shaking her head vehemently.

"Don't be an idiot. Just tell us what's going on", that was the first time Zoro spoke up. He had enough of the excuses. His voice cut through the noise like a sword and now all eyes laid on him.

"I had a child!", she yelled.

For a few heartbeats nothing and nobody on deck made a sound.

"A little boy to be specific", she continued, "I have a family now"

Zoro could've sworn there was a ringing sound that filled the air but the truth was, it was probably just the blood rushing through his ears.

"What?", Nami's voice sounded cold, mechanic even.

"I-"

"Don't!", (Y/N) had never seen Nami so enraged, "You found someone else? How could you do that? To us? To Zoro?"

"It's been two years...", the witch pleaded.

"So? So? None of us had any issues keeping it in our pants but you had to go and play house with the next best guy ?"

Nami's words hurt but (Y/N) knew that she deserved them. It was never her intention to hurt anybody - especially Zoro - but two years were a long time and a lot has changed.

(Y/N) looked around but the other Straw Hats avoided looking at her. Once her gaze landed on the spot where Zoro was leaning against the railing, she noticed that he was missing. She didn't know at what point he had left but she didn't blame him.

(Y/N) tried to say something but as soon as she opened her mouth Nami interrupted her.

"You should leave"

The other woman nodded and turned to say her goodbyes to the rest of the crew.

"So... Fish-Man Island, huh?", she sent Robin a little smile. The older woman was always so understanding even when the other person didn't really deserve it.

"Yes.. but first we'll have to make a stop at the next island over. Sabaody is full of marines, we didn't get all the supplies we needed, soooo if you change your mind ...", she suggested.

"I don't think Nami would let me live if I'll ever show my face around here again", she answered, "not that I could blame her"

"Give it some time", Robin hugged the younger woman as a farewell.

For a moment (Y/N) just stood there staring at the ladder to the crow's nest. But before she could even make an attempt to say her good-byes to Zoro Nami interjected.

"Don't you even dare. Don't think about it. Just leave."

(Y/N) was happy that Zoro had his friends that cared so much about him. Nami really cared about every single one of them - even if they sometimes drove her crazy. And if somebody hurt them, may it be their own nakama or anybody else, her mama-bear instinct kicked in. The boys always acted like the strongest, toughest warriors of the sea but deep down she knew they were idiots at heart. Her idiots.

"Nami-", the witch decided to try it a last time but the navigator only turned away from her former friend, signaling her that she doesn't have anything to say to her anymore.

As (Y/N) was walking down the gangway Usopp climbed up the crow's nest.

"Zoro... (Y/N) is leaving..."

But Zoro did not make a move. In fact, he didn't even react to Usopp at all. He just kept on exercising the way he usually does whenever anything is on his mind. In times like these, it was (Y/N), who would calm him down and get him to eat and even relax a little but now it was her that caused his isolation. He never felt the need to open up to anybody. Love was more of the ero-cook's thing even if he never actually had any success with the women he made his feeble attempts at. Zoro remembered how him and (Y/N) used to make fun of how much he was doing with so little payoff. He put some more weights on to get his mind away from the hurtful memory.

He would've never thought that she'd do something like that. Zoro wasn't the jealous type - never has been. Even when they were together the cook wouldn't stop flirting with (Y/N) but the swordsman was never worried. And whenever a slimey fool in the bars during their island journeys got a little too close for comfort, his girlfriend would easily send them away.

"I'd keep my hands to myself if I were you", she'd say, "Do you see that mosshead over there? He'll be the strongest swordsman in the world. You reeaally shouldn't bother his girlfriend"

His girlfriend...

Zoro shook his head. He was a fool. Of course, she'd find someone else. She basically always told him that she wasn't a person that could deal with being alone easily. That was probably the only reason she was ever with him to begin with. He put yet another set of weights on the barbell. She already said she wouldn't fall for Sanji. So was he just the next best option? But a whole family? A child? If it was just a new boyfriend, she could've surely left him after the two years. She could've come back to him. Zoro was so hopelessly in love with her, he wouldn't even care. But now she had a family. A family that she would never leave alone. She knew how much Robin suffered from losing her mother early. She wouldn't do that. Zoro let the weights drop to the floor with a loud 'BANG'. With all that thinking the swordsman however never once stopped to consider that his former partner made her choice not only out of obligation but rather because the truly was happier now...

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Epilogue

(Y/N) never felt as lost as the moment when she stepped off the Thousand Sunny. Within just a matter of moments she lost her family, her friends, her nakama. And even worse, she hurt someone, that she very deeply cared about. For a while she just stood there, thoughts rushing through her head. But whatever scenario she made up, there wasn't any other way. So after a few deep breaths she made her way back to her new home - back to the moss-headed boy, that reminded her so much of his father already.

#roronoa zoro x reader #one piece imagine #roronoa zoro imagine #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro imagine #one piece x reader #one piece

[covenofwives]

The Counting Game

DreamXD and Dream are enjoying their new life in the Overworld, though it takes time to adjust to certain things. During a thunderstorm, Dream is scared of the loud noise so DreamXD keeps him distracted.

Hello. Surprise. Just a quick fic to post. This was finished in under a week but it was just a quick vent/comfort thing to write for myself. I adore settings where there's a thunderstorm and the characters are cosy. It's just so nice.

Also a little bonus story of Dream and XD in their early days in the Overworld. I'd say Dream is about 10 years old in this fic.

Pls Enjoy

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The transition to the Overworld had been pretty seamless, all things considered. DreamXD's worry for Dream adapting was quickly eased. His little brother absolutely loved the realm. He was fascinated by all the colours, and ran after every sheep, pig and rabbit; which was a nightmare for XD in the first couple days.

Before he’d left the End, XD had gone to the Kept Library and taken every book he could to learn about the Overworld. He knew it was a different world but he never realised just how different. There was no cold surface of endstone, but instead there was soft grass. XD knew this but he was shocked to see how many different shades of grass there were. He read all about the different flowers but the colours of them all were more breathtaking in real life than just an illustration in a picture. The close, stillness of the End was nearly forgotten on the first night. The warm air and cool night breeze was too pleasant.

Dream was not just okay with the move, but he was excited to learn. His days were spent running around the meadow biome and at night he was curled up in XD’s arms, reading some new book about the Overworld.

Today a sudden rain storm had struck, so Dream’s exploration had ended early and he came home drenched. After a quick dry off and given extra blankets, he fell asleep faster than usual as XD was reading him a book about the ocean monuments. Assured he was safe to go, XD carefully shuffled himself free and retreated to his own room.

XD never needed to sleep but he had made his own room in their house regardless. When they first came to the Overworld the siblings had travelled mostly until XD saw it was straining for Dream. They settled up in a birch forest until Dream wanted to travel again. So the routine became travelling, setting up for a few months and then travelling again.

For now they were set up on a mountain meadow. With XD slowly getting used to the Overworld blocks he set up a cosy house for them. XD’s room was modestly small, just enough for his bed. He had a book open on the villages of the Overworld, learning the different cultures and clans of each biome village. XD knew it would be important for Dream to make friends his own age but anxiety prickled his thoughts. It had been so long since XD spoke with mortals, and he needed to learn their cultures if Dream was to have a chance.

A flash of white filled the room and then there was a clap of thunder. XD gave a look outside to make sure nothing caught fire, and lamented a thunder storm was to be expected from the rain today. He was about to turn a page when his ears flickered to the sound of scuffling.

“XD!" Dream screamed as he burst into the room.

The relaxing atmosphere was instantly gone as XD shot up in his bed. “What is it?!” He opened his arms as Dream jumped up into the bed. A thousand terrible thoughts ran through his head as Dream scrambled into his arms. "What happened?!”

"A-a-a noise! Th-there was a loud noise!" Dream cried out. His eyes were wet with fresh tears. "Something c-crashed!"

"Crashed?" XD tilted his head. Relieved but still cautious he cupped Dream’s cheeks and wiped the tears from his cheeks. “What… Oh! Do you mean the thunder?"

As though given an example there was another crash of thunder, bathing the room in white again and Dream screamed. He buried himself into XD’s side.

“Shhh, it's alright, it's okay Dream." XD soothed their brother. "It's just thunder. We learned about this, remember!”

Dream shook his head into XD's side. While petting Dreams curls, XD waved their hand and materialised another book. They flicked it open at the right page and lowered it to Dream still in their side.

"See? Remember the book about the weather?” XD coaxed. Dream pulled his head from the safety of his brothers side. His green eyes were still wet with tears, and he sniffled as he tried to read.

"See? It's a thunderstorm." As XD's lower set of arms held Dream, he used his upper hands to hold the book steady and trace a finger along the words. “Thunderstorms occur in a type of cloud known as cumulonimbus. They are accompanied by strong winds and often produce heavy rain. They are characterized by the presence of lightning and it’s acoustic effect on the Earth’s atmosphere, known as thunder.”

Dream sniffled as he peeked out of XD’s side. His shaky breaths calming as he pulled himself out. XD smiled to his brother. One thing XD realised early on was a combat of Dream’s fear was knowledge. If he was scared or anxious, XD took him to the library where he’d lose himself in books; fiction or not.

Now it seemed to be working the same way. Dream was carefully reading the book and wiping his eyes clear until another sound of thunder boomed through the house and he retreated back to safety. He only squeaked this time instead of screaming, so it was some progress.

“Come on, Dream. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” XD hushed. “It’s just thunder.”

“I-It’s loud…” Dream sniffled.

XD couldn’t argue there. They closed the book and waved it off to disappear again. Of course it was different learning about something than actually experiencing it. “It won’t be here for long.” XD assured him and brought up the covers to Dream’s shoulder. “Do you want to stay here tonight?”

Dream nodded frantically into XD’s side, peeking out just slightly to ask. “Can-Can I have your cloak?”

XD’s heart warmed and of course he agreed. He waved one of his hands not wrapped around Dream and summoned his long green cloak. It worked well as a blanket, especially for young Dream and it became a comfort to him. Even with the fear of another thunder strike, Dream pulled himself back and reached for the cloak, making grabby hands at it before XD wrapped it around him.

The cloak was far too big for Dream and absolutely engulfed him, but he smiled for the first time since the storm started and cosied into the warm green fabric. He nuzzled himself back into XD’s side, not catching the slight twitch his older brother made. XD had to to hold himself back from giggling, but as the tickling feeling faded, it sparked an idea in XD’s head. A distraction.

“Dream.” XD started innocently. “Do you want to play a game to pass the time? Just until the storm is gone.”

Dream peeked out of the safety of his blanket and looked at XD with wet but curious eyes. “A-A game…?”

XD nodded. “The counting game.” He grinned.

Dream’s eyes lit up with a delighted sparkle and broke out into nervous giggles. “Y-Yehesss…”

XD’s grin widened as he moved himself to sit up. Dream sat up too, though still keeping the cloak wrapped around himself.

The counting game had served well in the past to tire Dream out and put him to sleep. XD figured it would work just as well to keep him distracted until the storm past.

“How many eyes do you have?”

“Two!” Dream squeaked and happily giggled as XD tapped over both his eyelids as he counted.

“One… Two! Correct!” XD praised. “How many noses do you have?”

“J-Juhust one!” Dream giggled when XD booped at his nose.

“So smart you are.” XD cooed. “So how many arms do you have?”

Instead of answering, Dream fell into sweet giggles, and wrapped the cloak tighter around himself.

“That’s not an answer.” XD grinned. “How many arms do you have?”

“T-Two…”

“Show me them.”

Dream squeaked and bundled himself up, as through trying to sink into the cloak blanket.

“I need to count them, Dream…” XD tried to keep his voice serious, but he was smiling too wide to seem actually serious. “Show me your arms.”

The young Dream giggled again but he slowly unwrapped his arms. He carefully brought them out, not really stretching them but enough to show them off. “S-See? Two.”

“Two!” XD agreed and before Dream could pull his arms away, XD stuck his hands into Dream’s armpits and scribbled his fingers in.

Dream squealed, immediately trying to kick away as he pleaded through his high high pitched laughter. XD pulled his hands back, not wanting to overwhelm the little one so soon. “Good job! Two perfect arms.”

XD could see Dream wanted to huff, but his cheeks were red and he smiled so wide. He was too happy to complain.

“Now. How many hands do you have?” XD asked.

Dream answered, showing off his hands and giggling when XD poked them with his claw. He answered ten for his fingers and giggled again as the God slowly counted them out.

“So smart. So smart.” XD praised. “How many legs do you have?”

“T-Twoho…” Dream had the cloak fallen around himself instead of wrapped. He kicked his legs forward just a little bit as though showing them off.

“Good. And how many knees do you have?”

Dream’s head tilted, as it wasn’t usually a question XD asked. “T-Two?”

“You’re right!” XD clamped his hands just above Dream’s knees and squeezed. His other hands held around Dream’s ankles, keeping his legs straight when he inevitably tried to kick them. Dream’s laughter came out in a surprised yelp. He threw his head back into a high pitched squeal and tried to bat XD’s hands away. It of course did no good but XD was merciful and let his hands be pried away.

“Y-Yohou’ve never cohounted my kneeees before…” Dream panted out.

“Well I should. I have to make sure all is right with them.” XD reasoned, though of course it was a lie. The truth was they and Dream recently just found out Dream’s knees were tickly and they wanted to test it out. “Now… How many ribs do you have?”

The squeal Dream made did very little to deter XD from tickling him. In fact it made him want to tickle him more. His little brother fell back from the knee tickling and was now wrapping his arms tightly around himself. “No!” He squeaked out.

“No? Do you not know?!” XD put on an overly dramatic voice and they gasped. “Well we have to find out!”

Before Dream could run, or plead. His hands were easily unwrapped from him and XD’s extra set of arms swooped in. They started at the top, latching on and kneading into the top two ribs.

“Two… Foooour.”

“EHEHEX DEHEHEHE!” Dream laughed as he shook his head side to side. He made weak little kicks into XD’s chest which did not hurt or deter the God at all.

There was another clash of thunder which faltered XD’s tickling a little. It was further away and the room never flashed, but XD waited almost expectedly for Dream to realise. But it seems in the tickling Dream hadn’t heard it. He still laughed over the tickling over his ribs, and screamed with laughter when XD’s fingers kneaded in again.

“I have to count and make sure they’re all there, Dream. Siiiix. Eight.”

XD terrible count stopped eventually, and he pulled back, letting Dream curl up to protect himself. He was panting and tired and XD knew he wouldn’t last long. Time to wrap it up.

“Well you have a perfect amount of ribs. Now how many toes do you have?”

Dream’s panting ended with a gasp as he curled up tighter. He tried to shield his socked feet with his hands, like it was any kind of protection. “T-Ten! I have ten! N-Noho nehehehed to cheheck!”

“Oh but I must check! What if you’ve misplaced one?”

Before Dream could sputter out how impossible that was, his ankles were snatched and he was yanked almost upside down. His socks were pulled off and tossed aside and XD was already grabbing at one of his toes.

“XDEEEEEEE!” Dream squealed as he tried to reach for his feet. It was impossible to reach and trying made Dream giggly from how silly it was.

“You are just making this longer Dreamie~” XD cooed. His fingers wiggled just slightly over Dream’s toes before he grabbed at one again. This time tickling his nail just slightly under it and grinning at Dream’s howl.

“EHEHEHEX DEHEHEHE!”

“One...two...three… You know it’s really hard to keep track of these toes when you’re wiggling them so much.”

“StohOHOP TihihihIHIcklihihing meheHEHE THEHehehen!”

“I am not tickling I am counting your toes. And now you’ve made me lose count again.” XD sighed dramatically as he restarted his counting, much to Dream’s screaming dislike.

Despite XD’s want to restart the count again, he could hear Dream’s laughter grow wheezy and weak. Instead he finished the count, giving a small skitter over Dream’s foot while he let go of his ankle, and watched the foot be yanked back into safety.

Dream was tired, giving out weak giggle between his laughs. His cheeks were rosy and eyes sleepy. XD gave in to his overwhelming love and bundled Dream up in his cloak again, wrapping him tightly in the makeshift blanket.

“N-Noho mohore tihicklihihing.” Dream giggled.

“No more.” XD promised. “Time for sleep.”

The two brothers settled in the bed again. XD looked outside to see the rain slowly letting up and the storm had for the most part moved past them. XD settled on the bed with Dream against the chest. The younger brother let out a loud yawn, and could barely keep his eyes open when XD started purring in his chest. It was like an immediate off switch, knocking Dream out and sending him into a peaceful slumber.

The lanterns in the room dimmed from XD’s magic before turning out completely. The room fell into a nighttime darkness with the sound of the rain softly hitting off the window. XD took in a breath and shut his eyes, letting the calm night atmosphere overtake him before he too fell asleep.

Yes. Moving to the Overworld had been one of the best ideas DreamXD ever had.

#dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #lee!dream #ler!dreamxd #godsiblingau #covenofwords

[mishkatelwarriorgoddess]

You Don't Own Me

Mob!Bucky Barnes X F!Reader

AN: This is late to the game, but better late than never. It's for @caplanbuckybarnes #brokenheartsforcaplan writing challenge. It has taken me FOR-FREAKING-EVER to get this to this point, but I wanted to post it before my birthday next week. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, and it may even end up as a small series.

You’d seen them all come into the club earlier, Bucky. Steve, Tony, Thor, Natasha, your Grandfather, and unfortunately your ex who had tried to kill you when you said ‘No’ to his proposal of merging families. They all had their people with them. But you knew that there were more who blended in with the crowd seamlessly.

            You had heard Sam say something to you, and that’s what snapped you out of your daydream and brought you back to looking at yourself in the mirror to finish your makeup.

            “What did you say?” You looked at him in the mirror as you applied your powder.

            “I asked if you thought that this was a good idea to do this TONIGHT. Ya know, with EVERYONE here?” His hands were flailing around, and his face betrayed the emotions he was feeling inside.

            “I can’t help that he decided to bring them HERE, out of all the clubs he owns in the city. I told him on Friday that if I didn’t have an answer from him about my ‘suggestion’ then he wouldn’t like MY answer back. What’s wrong Sam? You getting cold feet? I can always have Clint do the song with me if that’s the case.” You’d hit him right in his pride and ego, and he knew it. But it didn’t matter to him, he knew you drew in a lot of business since you’d been here the past year, so he wasn’t about to complain.

            “Clint can suck it! He’s not takin’ MY part of that song sugar!” and with a wink, he left you to finish getting ready for your set.

            You had to hand it to him, he was going out on a limb for you tonight. Sam ran the club, and it was he who had re-introduced the two of you after your first night on the stage. When Sam had taken you to Bucky’s VIP section, you were concerned that one of New York’s most notorious bosses was going to fire you.

            Much to your surprise, he complimented you on the set and asked if he could spend some time with you whenever he came to the club. You weren’t dumb enough to turn him down, and that’s how he had started courting you.

            He’d send you bouquets of sunflowers, daisies, and other simple flowers which then led to roses being delivered on the nights that you were in the club singing. There would always be a small note attached, in his chicken scratch that passed for handwriting, about something that the two of you had talked about or just to let you know that he was thinking about you. You kept reminding yourself that you couldn’t fall for him, and you had seen pictures of him with other girls; but that didn’t mean you listened, or it didn’t hurt. He said once that he didn’t want you in the spotlight where his enemies could find and use you against him.

            At first, it had made sense. He’d spend time with you at the club, and then he asked you to go away for a weekend with him to the country. What you hadn’t planned on what that he meant the ITALIAN countryside; but you got to surprise him when you got lost and found the small village of Tragliata while driving around Italy. The sun was starting to set, and you saw a group of nuns outside the church and had Bucky stop so you could ask for help.

            “Scusate sorelle, io e il mio amico ci siamo persi e dobbiamo ritrovare la strada per la Città del Vaticano. Ci aiutate per favore?” (Excuse me sisters, my friend and I are lost and need to find our way back to Vatican City. Could you help us please?) On the drive back to the hotel, Bucky held your hand and told you that he fell hard for you when you were asking the nuns for help in flawless Italian. The sparkle in his eyes when you tried to hide your burning cheeks told you that he wasn’t lying to you.

            But it seemed that good things don’t last long for you. And it seems that the men in your life sometimes find a way to reinforce this idea of yours. Your ex, who just so happened to be next in line in his family for taking over the business had treated you like a toy. He’d take you out with the family and business partners, but with his friends he said you were one of his ‘girls’. The final straw came when you found out that he had a contract out on you because he’d proposed to you and with how he treated you, you’d turned him down. He didn’t take too kindly to that, it seemed.

            And Bucky wasn’t going to be the exception. When you came back from your trip, he had some business meetings on nights that you had to sing at the club; so that meant things were almost back to the way they were before you left. Almost because now, he was only being seen in public with one woman, Sharon Carter, next in line to take over her Family business.

            ‘At least he didn’t bring her here to the club.’ Was all that you were thinking at the time.

            Then one night, Same came back to the dressing room to talk to you before you started your set. He was acting kinda weird, and you asked him what was wrong.

            “There’s no easy way to say this. Bucky’s here.”

            “And?????” you asked.

            “He’s not alone either.” Sam whispered.

            “Who is it?” you asked, even though you already knew.

            Sam wouldn’t tell you to confirm your suspicion, but that was when your plan had started to form.

            You were NOT about to be someone’s mistress, least of all a Mob bosses! You’d promised your Babcia that much when she had started asking you about him during your weekly phone calls. She had passed recently, and you weren’t about to break your ‘I’m an ass. Can we please talk?’ You smiled to yourself as you took in the heady scent of the flowers. Your last song that night was “Ain’t No Other Man” and you made sure he knew you were singing it for him. You joined him in the VIP section not long after you had changed to talk.

            “Doll, I’m sorry if I embarrassed you the other night.”

            “Jamie, embarrassed isn’t the word that I’d use. I was hurt and pissed off to tell you the truth.”

            “Hurt?!?!”

            “Yes, hurt. You told me that I was special, and that the other girls you were photographed with didn’t hold a candle to me. Was that the truth or are you just stringing me along here Barnes?”

            You knew that he HATED whenever anyone used just his last name. In his eyes, it was a metaphorical slap in the face and said that you didn’t respect him. But you had to make a point.

            His jaw ticked as he straightened his tie. “It wasn’t a lie, Doll. But like I said before…”

            “Yeah, I remember. You can’t take me out where people would see me and EXPOSE me to your enemies. YET you can dick around while you tell me what I can and can’t do!”

            “I’m confused Doll. What exactly is the issue here?”

            You just huffed out a breath, “You can’t be THAT clueless. Okay, let me make it crystal clear for you. You need to make a choice, blondie, or me.”

            “In my line of work, I don’t gotta choose Doll!” he laughed quietly.

            “Well, you have the weekend to decide if that’s your final answer. If I don’t hear from you BEFORE I go on stage Monday night, you may not like MY response.”

            “What could you do to ‘hurt’ me Doll? I own this place and everything in it. And by default, that includes you.” He stated as he grabbed you around your waist.

            “We’ll see.” You downed the scotch that he had in his hand and winked at him as you got up to go change for your last set of the night.

            Word had spread pretty fast in the club, and a good portion of Manhattan, that Buck’s ‘piece’ had given him an ultimatum. You figured he’d bring in the other bosses as a show of power to you. But you didn’t scare quite that easy. And he was forgetting that you came from Family!

            As you finished getting in your dress, there was a quiet knock on your door.

            “It’s open.” You called over your shoulder. Looking in your mirror you saw Natasha come into the room. She gave you a quick hug before looking over your outfit for the night.

            “Are you sure about what you’re doing?” she asked as she was helping with your zipper.

            “I know he’s gonna think that I’m just rolling over and accepting things Nat. But I can’t. He has to know that he may own this club, but not me.” You were doing your best to not dissolve into tears before you went out.

            “I’ll do my best to keep things from getting too crazy, just expect all hell to break loose after your song.”

            You gave her a hug as Sam opened the door to come get you for your set.

            “OOhhh girl!!! If I knew I wouldn’t die, I’d take his place TONIGHT!!! Just a head’s up too, we saw some of the HYDRA men come in, but no bosses with them. No one is going to fault you if you want to change things for tonight for your last song.” You knew he was giving you one last chance to back out of things, but your pride had been wounded that night. You couldn’t let that slide.

            “Sam, if I don’t hold him accountable now, and go back on my word to my Babcia, then I never will. Which means that I should just go back to Ohio and marry that good for nothing jerk who I believe is here tonight. But we both know he’d still find me and try to get me to come back. No. It’s got to be tonight.”

            Sam left quietly as he told you the band was ready whenever you were.

            You took a deep breath, said a quick prayer to your Babcia, and went out on stage.

            You went out and sang your usual songs for the first part of your set.

            As the band got ready for the last song, you decided to go for broke.

            “I’d like to thank you all for coming out tonight. This next song is dedicated to someone who needs to be reminded of something. You know who you are.” You looked back at the band, and out to Sam who was by the bar with his mic. He gave you a nod to let you know he was ready, and you gave the band a nod to start.

            The music started, and you noticed a few people were leaning forward in their seats as Sam started his part of the song. You used this time to make your way out to the middle of the floor, where you could strategically position yourself. You looked at Bucky, but as you started to sing, you turned around and faced your ex and put your hand on his shoulder.

            You don’t own me.

            I’m not just one of your many toys.

            You don’t own me.

            Don’t say I can’t go with other boys.

You turned to face where Bucky was sitting and sang your heart out.

            Don’t tell me what to do.

            And don’t tell me what to say.

            Please, when I go out with you,

            Don’t put me on display.

You opened your eyes and bore straight into Bucky’s as you continued singing.

            You don’t own me.

            Don’t try to change me in any way.

            You don’t own me.

            Don’t tie me down cause I’d never stay.

As Sam was singing his next part, you walked straight in front of where Bucky and all the other heads of the New York Families were sat. The only one you paid attention to was Bucky. He never moved, never blinked, and didn’t even drink the scotch he had in his hand. You’d hit a nerve, good is all you thought.

��           I don’t tell you what to say.

            I don’t tell you what to do.

            So just let me be myself.

            That’s all I ask of you.

            I’m young, and I love to be young.

            I’m free, and I love to be free.

            To live my life the way I want.

            To say and do whatever I please.

            You made your way back to the stage as you sang the rest of the song. As you got back to the stage for the end of the song, you looked straight at Bucky and sang the final ‘You don’t own me’ looking at him. You could see his jaw ticking, and you felt that he wasn’t the only one who didn’t appreciate the song. You saw your ex and a couple of his men get up and leave once the lights went out on the stage.

            The club erupted in applause at that point, and you used this to go back to your dressing room to change into some more casual clothes before joining your Grandfather and his men.

To say that Bucky was upset was an understatement. He let you walk off stage and talking with the others that were in the VIP section with him. He leaned over to whisper something to Clint, then left the section to go back stage and talk with you.

When he got to your dressing room door, he knocked - but pulled his gun when the door swung open. The room was a shambles and there was no sign as to where you were. He roared for Sam and Clint, then slumped onto an ottoman to wait for them.

#bucky barnes #mob bucky barnes #mob au #brokenheartsforcaplan

[furrbbyx]

The Orc’s Obsession: Chapter 1

Basically finished my first yandere. I still do have to write a short epilogue.

It’s a bout 10k words and one of the longest things I’ve written. This is cross posted on AO3 under the same username. 

EXPLICIT and wrong. Please don’t emulate these actions. It was written for fun and none of these characters are real or based on real people.

18+ NSFW MDNI dubcon kidnapping tale of orcXf!reader

Bagul and you are more or less friends. You've known that he has a crush on you for months because he's not subtle.

You had been fatefully introduced at a party by a mutual where he followed you around until you left. Than event turned into a group text with your other mutuals so when anyone planned an event he would inevitably be there waiting to chat your ear off or hover while you interacted with others. Then he started showing up at your job at Drink Me, an artisan drink shop that served all kinds of creatures. he'd linger there trying to spend time impressing you, or getting to know you, or give you gifts. It was embarrassing and annoying and you saw him as a pathetic lovesick orc who couldn't catch a hint in that big skull of his.

You've been very clear with Bagul that you like him as a friend. You don't encourage the gifts and you try to only spend time with him in a group setting. it's easy to brush him off when the shop is busy, but during lulls it's exhausting to force a smile and interest until he leaves for the day. Honestly you've thought about quitting just to get rid of the flight response you've started having when it's time to go in for your shift.

Bagul has been relentless with his affection though and he is just as clear with you that he's not giving up.

Even so, you've somehow ended up in the sidecar of his enormous motorcycle as he drives you into the countryside, away from the city. For weeks the friend group has been planning to take advantage of a camping trip before the summer ends. You personally couldn't make up a good reason not to go even when Bagul offered his father's old hunting cabin for the rendezvous. You knew you would be miserable trying to avoid him in such a close setting for days. He'd also insisted on being the one to drive you since you didn't have a car.

Some of your friends thought his actions were cute because they wanted you, one of the only single people in the group, to feel the bliss of being coupled; or some such bullshit. But you had confided in your best friend Kalani that you were aromantic and completely uninterested in a stalker orc boyfriend. Theyd promised to stick by your side during the trip and even pretend to be your lover if it would make him finally understand.

But Kalani wasn't here.

Uuuuugh, you groan inwardly.

This is such a shit show.

Even if the ride outside of town was beautiful. Not long after leaving the last of the villages that surrounded your town, which was the urban center of of the local city, the landscape turned pastoral and golden-green with ripening fields. You especially enjoy the rolling hills covered in wild grasses and flowers. You had expected the wind to be terrible riding in the side car with him. Though it was loud, thanks to a little windshield it wasn't so bad that you'd be blowing bugs out of your nose later.

He stops once to fuel up. You get out to explore the old lodge turned country store that accompanied the fuel stations. You explore the aisles of kitchy toys until you are slowly lured by a delicious smell to the back of the store. There you find a huge display case full of every fried food known on Earth. Huge baked sweet potatoes dripping in brown sugar and butter are cozied up next to fried dough, pizza sticks, chicken wings and heaps of other delectables. It looks like they even serve funnels cakes and fried cookie dough balls you notice, reading the menu pasted up high on the wall behind the counter.

You are just deciding what you wanted when you feel a hot body slide close behind you, looming over your space. The tiny hairs on your arms stand up.

"Hey don't wander around unfamiliar places Y/N. Stay close to me, ok?" Bagul places his hand on your shoulder with squeeze as he bends down to say this in your ear. You side step his touch.

"I'm fine. This place has a great selection. I think I'll get some snacks for later."

"Are you sure you should be eating...?" he starts in but he puts up his hands to ward off the sharp look you give him and keeps his mouth shut.

Bagul hovers around you as you make your selections, and he even points out his own favorites and shakes his head at the not so great options. He tells the mothman working behind the counter to make your potatoes in a way called the lodge special which was sure to put you into a food coma. You are able to let some of your prickliness go. Even though he takes over some of the ordering by picking things for you, he'd pays for everything, and he knew this place so it's a good idea to trust his judgement. At least on the local food.

Your good mood lasts until Bagul turns off of the road. The air shifts to blow a little cooler as Bagul drives you up and into the hills where the grasses turn to woods. It smells fresh and calming. Yet your anxiety is ramping up. You hope people will be at the cabin before you and Bagul arrive so that you could enjoy some distance between you. Enjoying this trip meant ignoring him as much as you could.

Bagul steers the motorcycle slowly down into a long driveway between lots of trees. The packed earth winding road is long and from what you can tell this cabin is on acres of land. You look back and you can't see the road or hear any cars driving by. In a blink the tall wooden cabin pops out, sitting well maintained in a clearing. Your heart sinks. No other cars are parked up against the house.

"I guess we got here first" he says cutting the bike's engine and pulling off his helmet.

You and he unpack his bike and reorganize the items inside. You grab a pizza stick to nibble and he shows you around. The cabin is orc sized. There's tons of room. There's only one chair in the kitchen pushed up at an simple Formica table, which is a little weird. But after thinking for a second you imagine that it'll be a snack table anyway. You and the others will probably need Bagul's help to reach anything you notice. The table and the counters are almost as high as your chin. There's a common area just inside the door, with comfy looking sagging couch in front of a modest smart tv mounted on the wall.

"Down this hall is a half bath." Bagul informs you. "And further back is a bedroom with the full bathroom. Nice shower in there."

Well that's fine you think. The common area is big enough for you to all pile in like a werewolf litter and one of the couples can use the bedroom if they need some privacy. You relax a little. This wont be so bad.

"Hey come on, I'll show you around outside Y/N. There's a really nice lake around here too." You go and view the grounds with him. You are excited to see a fire pit, most likely where everyone will eat, and a little outdoor pump shower. You help Bagul dump some wood nearby and listen while he tells you about the lake, he points in the direction through the trees, how his father had built this place to come grieve while hunting after his wife had died, and how good it was to be back.

It's nice and all but you're going to run out of polite conversation soon if one of your friends doesn't show up soon. You wonder if they are close.

You reach into you back pocket and frown.

"Have you seen my phone?"

Bagul shakes his head and dusts wood shavings from his chest. His thick rounded pecs strain the dark t-shirt he's wearing. He walks towards the cabin.

"I'm gonna get up some beers. Check the sidecar." He says to you looking back briefly. You frown and pat your pockets, then go check to see if it's there. Maybe you brought it in with all of the fried food? But you don't find it in the side car.

Bagul returns and hands you a beer with a condescending look on his inhuman face.

"Are you sure you didn't leave it at home?"

You scoff. He often makes comments implying you're forgetful, or unreliable.

"I had it at the lodge" you say. Bagul shrugs and flips his long braid behind his shoulder and tucks a loose strand of the his straight auburn tresses behind his ear.

"Maybe you left it there." You take a long swallow of beer instead of cussing him out. You walk back into the cabin and start searching through your things for your phone.

Bagul follows you inside of course. While you search you hear him unpacking the food. By the time you angrily finish your beer the smells of food are filling the air. You're a little drunk now. Drunk and annoyed enough to give up looking with huff. You just want more that big potato and another beer.

"Can you put on some music?"

Bagul nods eagerly and streamed music through the tv. It was one of you favorite artists, Boys Bewitched.

"You listen to w-pop?"

Bagul shrugs.

"You can't escape good music. They play it on the radio all the time it's hard not to like it."

You roll your eyes.

Yeah right. He's obviously only listening to get to me, you think to yourself. He's just that type. Boys Bewitched is a wildly popular singing group. There are 5 insanely hot creatures and humans in the group, and they have a mostly femme fan base. Their gothic ballads about love and spells gone wrong are topping all the witch-pop charts.

Bagul would become a fan just so he'd have another reason to get you to talk to him. He never missed the chance to overhear a conversation you had with someone at the drink shop and parrot back the information. It was like he didn't have a personality of his own, other than being your shadow.

You let it go this time. He actually knows the words to this song, and the next one that plays. You pound back another beer, liking that it makes you less annoyed by his deep rumbly voice, and the fact that you're here with him alone. You convince yourself that others will show up soon.

You and he binge on the food and he convinces you start playing a few games to help pass the time.

It's getting dark outside and you are drunk enough to start confusing your words but you suddenly think to get him to use his phone to contact the group. You grow suspicious wondering why he hasn't already done so.

He briefly looks at his phone before shaking his head and putting it away quickly. "No service". He says simply.

You groan loudly and impatiently. "Of course there's no service! Fuck! Do you think they got lost?

He shrugs then grabs your hand "You should calm down, it's not a big deal."

You pull your hand from his and flop onto the couch laying an arm over your eyes.

"There were supposed to be here!" you moan. The drinks and heavy food are getting to you and you feel sleepy. The anxiety of waiting and having lost your phone have also drained your enthusiasm.

"I think I just want to go to sleep."

Bagul perks up.

"Ok yeah, the bed is really comfortable and I promise I don't snore."

You sit up and look at him blearily. "I'm not sleeping with you Bagul. That's a terrible fucking idea. Will you just stop for once? Just leave me alone."

He doesn't answer. You hear him walk away then return a few minutes later before a pile of blankets and pillows are dropped on top of you. You huff and crawl out from under them ready to finally cuss him out but he disappears into the bedroom closing the door with a sharp thud.

It doesn't take long for your to fall asleep on the couch.

When you wake up the next morning you're not in a good mood. Your head hurts and you're upset to find that no one had shown up in the night.

You hear the shower running letting you know that Bagul is already up. You hope he takes you seriously and starts to back off. You're going to ask him to take you home if no one comes today.

You get up and change your clothes in the bathroom before getting a glass of water and a cold chicken wing. Bagul tromps into the room. His ice-green colored skin is gleaming and his hair is still a little damp, wavy and un-braided falling over his shoulders and into his eyes.

"Morning" he growls in greeting. He kisses the top of your head as he slumps on to the couch next to you depressing the cushions enough to cause you to slide against his side. He's wearing grey joggers and another tight shirt.

You scowl, move away, ask abruptly "Has Edina or Fisk or Kalani said anything, did you get any texts? No one's here yet and I'm getting worried. Aren't you?"

Bagul scratches his head and gives you a lopsided grin around his tusks. "You know that's a good point. Where are those guys?"

You feel frustration and you bite back a snarky comment. He gets up and goes to check his phone.

"Oh shit" he says. "I think I gave them the wrong dates. Whoa. How did that happen?"

You want to roll your eyes and yell at him so bad. This is an obvious kidnapping.

"It's ok though. He gives you a hot look and tucks the phone back in his pocket. "That just means we have some time together by ourselves. You know? I'm gonna make breakfast and then we can go to the lake. Can't wait to see that bikini" he leers.

Bagul walks into the kitchen with a swagger and begins making food in the small kitchen across the cabin.

Of course you would get tricked into a weird date . You could bet that Bagul had some help from one of your mutual and when you fund out who you're going to probably be showing them you over-reactive side. Sometimes you get a little obsessive in anger and want to take revenge until your rage softens. In the past you have made some questionable choices like emptying a teacher's lunch into their bookbag when they'd embarrassed you in a class. The teacher had brought soup and you still remember the glee you felt at the windfall of mischief. You had a little trouble feeling regret when you felt like someone had crossed a boundary with you.

Bagul is over-stepping. You are trying to think of a plan to get him to take you back and avoid an argument or other undesirable reaction. Bagul is big and sometimes his moods are unpredictable.

You do want to see the lake so you decided to let him show you around. This is the first time you have truly led him on but you feel like you have to get on his good side to convince him to take you home before the end of the day. This whole trip is irritating as fuck and you are over it. A tantrum from you or Bagul is not going to make it easier.

Breakfast puts you in a good mood. You follow Bagul through the woods to the lake avoiding his lewd gaze. He really likes the bikini you're wearing underneath the sheer body con cover-up.

It's makes you feel self conscious knowing that he's seeing so much of your body. Even with a mesh wrap over you, he looks back at you often leering at your soft cubby body. The lake is beautiful. It's a stunning secluded lake shaped like a bean fed by a creek that you can hear bubbling and sloshing nearby. It's banks are flush with cattails and other tall grasses with the clearing surround sparsely dotted with trees. You enjoy the heat of the early afternoon and the wide blue sky reflecting in the water.

"I used to love jumping in this lake when I was just out here enjoying the summer with my dad and his friends. It's hard to make time to come out here now with all the adulting." Bagul says and gives you a conspiratorial look over his polarized sunglasses.

"Hmm" you offer, not listening.

You are wondering if there are any snapping turtles to be worried about. You set out your towel and cooler on the modest little pier. You are about to take off your mesh sun dress and slip into the water but Bagul is staring. Again! He notices your side eye and hastily edges into the water. While his back is turned you get in the water enjoying the squidgy mud at the bottom. You swim out to the middle of the lake then roll on to your back to watch the sky as you float. For a brief moment the vibe is really soothing. Within moments it's interrupted by Bagul. He's standing over you. The lake only comes up to his waist and you float there looking up into the dark shadow of his face.

"Hey" He says softly.

You swim away.

You play this game with him al day until you're exhausted. You try to enjoy some quiet space and he finds a way to invade. You want to listen to music on the dock, he joins you and talks about all the songs. You decide to go on a hike after lunch and he follows you. You try to drink a beer and read one of the old hunting magazines left by someone, relaxing out by the fire pit, and Bagul is staring at you from the cabin doorway.

You decide you're officially done being passive on this. Bagul has disappeared into the cabin for a little while. When you go in after him you notice a delicious smell and Bagul prepping in the kitchen.

You confront him as he chops some garlic.

"Hey, this is a cute little stunt or whatever Bagul, but it's really too much. I want to go home, like now. I don't know what you were thinking but I'm not staying out here without the others. I came out here to relax with them."

"You can relax with me" Bagul grumbles not looking at you.

"No, I can't. You can't just kidnapp me and think I'm going to fall in love with you. Take me the fuck home!"

You voice is rising. Bagul stills for a long moment then wipes his hands and turns to you. He leans casually against the counter.

"Fine, whatever Y/N. We'll eat and then we can get going."

"What? No, take..."

There's a hard glint in Bagul's eyes as he interrupts you with a deep unyielding tone "We'll eat first" Then he smirks. "Ok?"

Your brows crease, and you feel a little stunned by that. You turn around to go pack your things. You hear him open a bottle of wine, the soft pop of the released cork making you grind your teeth.

He's going to take his fucking time with this, you grumble in your thoughts.

"Let's eat Y/N" he calls to you a while later and you shuffle into the kitchen. He's seated at the table looking confident.

"Where's mine?" You ask

Bagul pats his knee.

You roll you eyes. "Enough Bagul! Like bro, just quit. I'm not sitting on your fucking.." you begin to yell but he cuts you off with a sharp loud slap to the table.

His confident expression doesn't change but his eyes bore into you.

"Look" his voice is condescending and agreeable at once. "I've gone through a lot of trouble Y/N. Yeah maybe bringing you here was a long shot but give me a fucking break. I haven't locked you in a room. I'm just trying to get to know you. Just eat with me, and I'll take you home."

You're stunned again. You feel an undercurrent of aggression in his words, so you reason with yourself that you can be nice to him for another half an hour. You remember your goal to void outbursts. You eye him warily and move close enough that he can pick you up onto his broad thigh. You feel like an absolute doll. You feel distinctly uncomfortable as well.

Bagul clears his throat and pushes a plate of food to you but he doesn't give you the fork. He dangles a morsel from his own plate in your face with it.

You're tempted to just start eating with your hands, but then you decide it's easier to let him feed you.

He does so while you sit in terse silence. You reach for a small cup of wine but Bagul moves it away from you.

"Not yet. Eat more."

You grind your teeth in annoyance, but a while later he finally hands you the drink. He tries to feed you more but you push at his hand.

"Really? Look the food is great. Can we get going now? I want to get to that lodge and see if they have my phone before they close and it's getting late soooo..." you slur the word as a loose-limbed heat fogs your brain

#yandere smut #yandere vibes #yandere #orc #orc boyfriend #size difference #monster smut #monster boyfriend #plus size #terato #teratophillia #magic #MDNI #monster breeding #furrbbyx #monster fucker

[43110there]

Headcanons: Taking Care of Them When They're Sick/Injured <3

Pairing: We’ve got Hunter, Rex, and Echo. 

Summary: Your soldier is sick! Some of the boys are better at accepting help than others. Just some fluffy drabbles with the lads <3

Warnings: nah

A/N: These read more like stories with headcanons sprinkled in them, so bear with me. Actually, these are hardly headcanons at all. Maybe I’ll get better at them in the future. Also you cannot tell me that Hunter wouldn’t have allergies. 

Next one will have Fives, Tech, Wrecker, and Crosshair.

Hunter

You could tell the moment the ramp opened up on the new planet that Hunter was in for it.

No one else picked up on it, but it was the way he took a deep inhale and suddenly held it. Like his whole body detected something in the air that it didn’t like. 

You did your best to hide a smile, which didn’t go unnoticed by Hunter, when he scrunched his nose and tried to mask his discomfort. 

Your “dark and broody” soldier was more than a little grumpy, whereas the rest of the batch walked down the ramp, happy for the clear skies and open fields that covered the planet’s surface. 

Hunter tried to keep his senses under control while Omega took to the field running. 

“Hunter, look!” Omega grinned, poking her head out of a particularly tall patch of flowers. You almost couldn’t keep a straight face as you watched the pained expression on Hunter’s face, trying to pass for a weak smile.

It was all over when he opened his mouth to respond and instead replied with a fit of sneezes.

From there on out, Hunter stayed inside the Marauder. He tried to protest, but you both knew that Hunter’s allergies tended to be pretty severe. You both agreed that he should at least get some meds first before seeing if the surrounding area was manageable for his enhanced senses.

You went with Tech and Wrecker to find supplies in the nearby villages while Echo watched over Omega outside. By the time you got back, you saw that Echo was teaching his sister how to make a flower crown. Wrecker ran ahead to join Omega, and they both started working on a new one immediately.

You left the batchers outside while you went in to check on Hunter. Your soldier was slumped in the pilot’s chair, his feet propped up on the control board. He was lucky Tech was outside correcting Omega’s flower-crown-making technique or else he would have gotten an earful. 

Hunter sat pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand, eyes scrunched shut. You gently removed his hand and placed a quick kiss between his eyebrows, kneeling beside the pilot’s chair so that you could gently rub the bridge of his nose. 

He let out a sigh the moment you touched him and eventually opened his eyes. 

“Find everything ok?”

“Mhm.” You assured him, handing him a small bottle of local medicine. “You better take some of these. I’m pretty sure Omega is making you a flower crown out there.”

You both shared a laugh, during which Hunter pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Lucky me.”

Rex

“Lots and lots… of rest.” You read the report out loud, glancing up at your captain. You leaned against the wall while Rex sat on the couch in your apartment on Coruscant. At a glance, Rex didn’t look too bad. But anyone who knew him could recognize the brave face he was putting on. You walked up to him and placed a hand on his forehead, frowning at the skin that burned under your touch. You kept reading.

“Won’t sit still and keeps reopening the wound. Kiss it better, Y/N. That’s an order.” You chuckled to yourself. “Not all of this sounds like Kix. Did Fives get his hands on this?”

You tilted your head to look down at Rex, who was lost in thought.

“I don’t understand why they needed to send me home,” he muttered. 

“Maybe they needed someone who could actually give you orders,” you mused, and gave him a kiss where your hand had been. “Let’s get you in bed.”

Rex was definitely more cooperative than some other clones when it came to physical injuries. He could try to put up a fight with you, but you both know that he’s never won. Not once.

“Mesh’la, really, I’m fine,” he told you while you got things ready by his bedside. He stood in the doorway, watching you fluff up some extra pillows and arrange the right combination of meds on his nightstand. 

When you didn’t respond at first, too focused on making these arrangements, he slowly shuffled his way to your side. He held his side where the wound was, trying to be more careful about it with your presence weighing on his conscience. 

“Oh, perfect timing!” You said when he joined you, and you gently pushed him into bed. 

“Wait wait wait— Mesh’la, that’s not—” But it was too late. He grumbled to himself while you kissed him on the forehead and left to fetch a glass of water. When you got back, your captain looked more drowsy than ever. You closed the curtains and turned off the lights, instead leaving a dimmer light on in the corner. 

BONUS:

When you eventually joined Rex in bed, he was already asleep. But you decided to stay awake a little longer. You rested your back against the headboard and read on your datapad for a little bit. 

When Rex felt your presence in bed, he turned over on his side towards you and nestled his head in your lap. He basically cuddled your leg until you decided to go to sleep, sinking down to his level and molding yourself against his sleeping form. 

Echo

It just wasn’t his week. You got a call from Hunter that they had just gotten back from a mission. It was only supposed to take a few rotations, but it ended up lasting an entire week. And Echo came back more beat up than the rest of them. 

You were at work when you received the call, but you told them to meet at your place and to get him settled there. You would take care of the rest.

You got off work as quickly as you could and found his brothers and sister trying to navigate your apartment for supplies. Echo was snug in bed, Wrecker gently dabbing a wet washcloth on his forehead. Hunter and Tech were debating on what food he could eat that he could keep down. Omega watched Echo from the doorway of your room, scared for her brother and unsure of what to do.

As soon as you arrived, everyone eased up a bit. You smiled weakly at Hunter and Tech and approached Omega, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

Hunter followed you into the room, pulling you aside to fill you in while Wrecker walked out with Omega.

Echo and Wrecker were separated from the group and got into a scuffle that caught them both by surprise. Only Wrecker had the physical endurance to take the damage that he did and still walk out of there. Echo, on the other hand, didn’t fare so well. 

Both of his prosthetic legs had been damaged. Not only did they have to remove the prosthetics, but the skin and muscle that remained was severely injured as well. He had had a feverish temperature ever since they removed the prosthetics, and the medicine they had on hand on their way back from the mission was only doing so much. 

Your experience as a medic kicked in, and soon you got to work on patching up your beloved soldier.

The process took weeks. Echo was bed-ridden for most of it, but you eventually got him a supplemental pair of prosthetics while new ones were made to replace the original pair. You loved being able to see him for such a long period of time, but your heart ached at the circumstances. Echo seemed to feel the same, taking your wrist whenever you were close to keep you from rushing off to grab more supplies, or something you thought he might need. A lot of your time together was spent in thoughtful silence, just basking in each other’s presence.

One night, you stayed up watching a holofilm in the living room to give Echo some privacy and much needed rest. You assumed he had fallen asleep, and were on the brink of sleep yourself, when you heard a faint shuffle from down the hall. 

You noticed Echo shuffling into the living room long before he spoke. He emerged with a blanket wrapped around his head, which only covered half of his body. His sleepwear hung loose from his body as he leaned on the wall for support. The sight would have been funny if he didn’t look so much paler than normal. 

“Love,” he muttered. His voice was so strained that you leapt to your feet immediately. “Could you help…? My legs… I can’t.” 

You rushed to his side and let him hold onto you however he needed to. He eventually held onto your arm for support, and you both slowly made your way to your couch.

You sat him down and got him settled. He immediately tried to take off his current prosthetics, but you eased him to rest against the couch cushions and got to work on it yourself instead. His limbs healed nicely over the past few weeks, but he still got phantom limb pain every so often. His current state didn’t help whatsoever, and you immediately began massaging the skin where his prosthetics usually began.

Doing these massages was starting to become a normal routine, one that he didn’t ask his brothers to partake in. Echo often confessed that he felt most comfortable doing it with you.

Echo looked up at you while you worked, completely miserable, but happy in your presence. After a while, he slowly grabbed your wrists and stopped you from continuing.

“Thank you, love,” he sighed. “That’s a lot better.”

You eased up beside him, making sure that he was comfortable before snuggling against him. You swore you could feel the tension leave his body with you there. 

“You’re doing great, letting yourself get the rest you need,” you mumbled into his neck as you closed your eyes. “It’s not an easy thing to do.”

You felt him shrug. “It’s a lot easier with you here.”

You both dozed off, tangled in each other, soon after.

<3

#tbb/reader #Captain Rex/Reader #Hunter/Reader #Echo/Reader #tbb #headcanons #silly silly clone men we love <3

[nicktremblaywayfu]

Can you do headcanons for the reader and Harrow being married to the reader where the kids (biological or not) in the village think of the reader as their mother/father/guardian?

Hello anon i hope you like it 💖

Arthur being a husband to a parent figure! reader

The time when the children heard about the news, they were beyond happy. They always saw Arthur as a father figure with his nurturing and caring nature, and now he would be married to you, which was also a parent figure to them.

You were always close with them, taking care of them equally since the time they were taken by Arthur. They didn’t live in a luxurious big orphanage, but your care was more than enough to fill the absence of love inside their heart.

At first it was just gossip that Arthur took a liking to you, starting from the young adults. Then the teenager. Then the little children.

When you were spending time with Arthur, those little kids would be in awe over how romantic you are with him.

Now that you were in your wedding with the cult leader, so many children wanted to be your junior bridesmaids / groomsmen. Some even already claimed to be your flower girls.

You were practically the parents of the village. Even so many parents trusted their kids under your care as well.

So many children ask if they would be given a little sibling. In translation, they were asking when will you both have a kid.

Even before you decide to have your own kids (be it adopted / biological), every day you would be busy taking care of those kids.

Arthur would hold a very small event once a month for those children in a building or outside. The event would just consist of everyone having dinner together and him singing for them. (FYI Ethan Hawke can sing well and since Arthur used his voice, it’s indirectly canon he can sing).

Sometimes Arthur would play piano or guitar as well. You can join him if you want.

If you decide to sing along, it’d turn into a duet without you realizing it. Meanwhile those kids were already imagining cute things between you two.

If there were any kids having trouble sleeping, Arthur would sing them soft lullaby or tell some fairy tales.

The orphanage’s playroom would be filled with drawings of you and Arthur. Those cute little drawings never fail to make you smile and giggle.

Expect some questions like “Where do babies come from?”

Arthur : “Babies come from the connection between two parents. If they are ready to have a kid, they can have it. Whether it comes from both people or they adopted someone.”

You tried so hard to not make an inappropriate joke lmao.

Arthur would be so, so patient. His patience level between children was basically unlimited.

However, when it comes to disciplining some children, Arthur was firm. No means no, and he would set rules for the children to behave.

You of course agreed with what he said and he did. Just make sure he didn’t get too tired from disciplining dozens of little humans.

You would often find him dressed in bows and flowers as the little girls love to have tea time with him, or pretending he’s some kind of fairy. You would laugh your ass off looking at the scene until you were dragged to be one of the cute fairy like him.

Arthur knew one or two things about football/soccer, however he always lost whenever he played with them.

So many childs would try to cling on Arthur, wanting to be held all at once.

They would do the same to you so get ready for some weights on your body.

You both sleep time was cut due to making sure all the children sleep peacefully, but it was worth it.

The fact that he had you taking care of those childrens was one of the biggest blessings he has.

#arthur harrow #arthur harrow x reader #arthur harrow headcanons #arthur harrow imagines #Ethan Hawke #ethan hawke x reader #x reader #headcanons #moon knight #mcu #marvel #marvel villain #moon knight (2022) #anon answered

[sampigehoovu]

the lovers of aditha karikalan

Aditha, who I think is a perfect 10th century hero and the many people who might have encountered him.

the courtesan of Kanchi

The first time she had laid eyes on the crown prince, had been when he entered the city; seated on a white horse, hair tied into a half bun at the base of skull, armour engraved with tigers*. She had thrown flowers too; everyone was excited to see the crown prince, he was even more handsome in person.

The second time had been during a particularly cruel monsoon storm, when the Palar** was expected to break its banks any day.

The sky was grey, rain poured down in relentless sheets and Karikalan had been at the forefront of evacuating villages along with his soldiers into higher ground. He had found himself, along with his grandfather and friend, Parthibendra Pallavan at her doorstep.

He had addressed her, in a deep baritone that had her stunned for a second, “Devi, we apologise for the sudden intrusion but my companions and I find ourselves in need of shelter. We began our journey to the city too late.”

She bowed her head, suddenly shy in the presence of this towering man, “You are welcome to stay as long as you require Ilavarase.”

He had nodded his thanks, and followed her servants to the rooms that they had always kept for unexpected guests. They had left, early the next morning and she had watched him ride away from the balcony.

For a few nights after, she was haunted by dreams of running into a man in the rain. Both of them soaked to the bone under a tree in some forest,

his body against hers,

gasps of pleasure as he thrust into her,

his face buried in her neck, arms around her hips,

her nails running down a powerful back.

The next time he came around, he was unconscious. Parthibendran had carried him away from a distance battlefield, where he had collapsed after landing the final blow of victory. He had his head on her lap while the physician had closed his wounds, his anguished screams muffled into her thighs as she held his arms down.

“I suggest he stays here for a few days, until the fever subsides,” the physician had said.

They spoke, for the first time at length while she had helped with his bandages, and he had laughed his booming laugh, looking at her with eyes that sparkled with so much mirth that her breath left her for a moment.

For weeks after, gifts flowed into her house; precious gems, exotic perfumes, soft silks.

He came by frequently too, late into the night, ‘to listen to her sweet music to calm his nerves.’

To look, to listen, to speak, never to touch.

But he knew he was trapping her in his charms.

That half smirk when she won a game against him,

The way he caressed the veena which he played while she sang,

The fire in his eyes when she wore a gift he had sent.

The hitch in his breath, when she broke the rule once and had run her hand down his muscled arm while handing him the tamboola.

It was monsoon again, when they started playing new games. He had come by, drenched in the rain, having helped with the flood evacuations. She had pulled the armour off him, kissing away the droplets of water that were making their way down his body. Her hands on his powerful thighs, her mouth on the dip of his hip bones.

Hands in her hair, moans filling her ears.

She was pressed into the bed before she knew it, his mouth on her breasts, counting her ribs, biting into her waist, leaving marks on her thighs.

Thunder and lightning raged outside as she rose and fell in ecstasy.

She had languidly licked salty sweat off his shoulders and neck.

The last time she saw him, was the night his brother had disappeared.

He was agitated, his nightmares never ending, she had held him, soothed him.

News of the younger prince’s drowning had taken him from the warmth of her arms, to the cold embrace of death.

She refused to remember his nightmares, his anguished screams for his long-lost lover, the depths of despair of a man who chipped away at his own soul with each life he took.

She refused to remember the crown prince, dripping with ambition, unrestrained in his fury and straining at the noose of administrative bureaucracy.  

She would remember her lover. His warm golden skin, gentle caressed by the sun.

His long hair that tangled with hers too often.

His calloused fingers that held spears with the same confidence with which he held her. His strong chest pressed into her, as she strained her hips in search of the beautiful friction of their bodies. 

His body as much as weapon as his sword.

His kisses executed the same way he went about decimating the enemy.

His tongue, whip sharp and capable of leaving her a moaning mess in the matter of minutes. Aditha Karikalan, who loved with the same intensity with which he went to war.

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*the costume designers of Ponniyin Selvan mentioned how they put tigers for Karikalan and elephants for Arunmozhi, so much thought has gone into these details.

**I do not know if this river floods, or how close it is to Kanchi but this is fiction so I have suspended some of my own disbelief.

#ponniyin selvan #aditha karikalan #did I imagine vikram all the while I was writing this #yes yes i did #ps ff #the lovers of aditha karikalan

[kim-poce]

5. No God In Town: Catharsis

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I admit to having taken more time than needed to start the story, it was the first time I was going to just share a memory with someone who hopefully will not overreact in some religious way and part of me still expected it to turn out really badly, maybe talking to them at all was a bad idea. Still, they already saw my appearance, they know I’m not human, and they didn’t change their behavior even after glancing at the cube outside. So I decided that if any group of humans was safe to talk to, this group is these cubs.

The cubs were sitting on my carpet since the wooden benches were too uncomfortable and small to fit all of them, they didn’t complain about it, though, so I think the cub pile they made was comfortable enough.

I knew for a fact that there are many “interesting” things in my life, that is, if you look at it under the eyes of human cubs. I could talk about my powers, and about the religion from where I came, about the prayers and the followers. There was no way I would mention such a thing, though. I could talk about the war, maybe the cursing cub would like to hear about it, but it has this strong rotten smell, too rotten to fit casual storytelling to human cubs lucky enough to never meet war. I decided that it didn’t need to be a history about me, and being present on the scene would be enough.

So I talked, and while I did it was as if I was back in the very moment it happened.

I was on the run, or at least I felt that way, it had been years since I left my group behind but if I tried I could almost hear their pleas and their cry of despair and anger as I tried to earn back the love of the god that forfeited them.

“I was traveling across many lands back then,” I started. “It was before The Miracle, so the sky was still grayish red, as if it was on fire, burning and choking everything under it. I didn’t like the color red back then.”

I was running as far away from the several battlefields as I could, I had seen too much blood and fire, already, I had failed to save too many humans, and I had helped to hurt even more. I had gotten enough of red. But no matter where I went the sky would still work as a reminder, there was no walking long enough to escape reality.

“My opinion, of course, wasn’t universal,” I paused, thinking about the foolish time when I tried to express my opinion, thinking about the foolish humans that always took my words to extreme levels. “The place I reached had once been a small country, it was then no more than a big village or a small town. The ground was reddish, it would turn into mud during rains if not properly taken care of. But the humans in that place took such care about the land, it was clean and colorful, I knew red was hot but only then did I find out that it could be so warm.”

“I didn’t talk to anyone at first, there were a couple of strong-looking humans that surrounded me when I got too close. I had to show I wasn’t carrying any weapons, and I handed out bad-tasting food as a way to show I meant to harm.”

“Why bad-tasting food?” the mint cub asked.

“It’s a special kind of food. Anyway, I was using a human appearance, so I know they didn’t know what I was—” the clapping cub laughed for some reason, but he stopped when the flower cub pinched his side “—and even after the food they were wary of me, taking up a human appearance takes energy, and learning a new form is too tiring.”

As I walked through the roads, after the strong-looking humans let me go, the human cubs would either naturally get away from me, or be pulled away by the adult humans. There was a time when humans would never look at me with such untrusting and disgusted expressions. But I had long left that past behind.

“For them, I was foreign, which back them meant I was a potential killer, threatening the few that were left from these humans. I don’t know if you know, but humans tend to break themselves down in groups, and when someone from a different group approaches some humans can react really badly.”

The cubs answered in a mix of “Oh, don’t tell me!” and “oh yeah, we know.”

“I won’t talk much about them, it would be a long story that you wouldn’t find ‘interesting’, but I’ll talk about this one incident that happened while I was there. It was one particularly red morning, and I was helping the people dig a wheel. From what I had heard their source of water was poisoned by the enemy.”

It wasn’t a human work, I could feel it, the water had this gray feel of it, no color, it was just a gray feel, and I knew only I could sense it. It hadn’t been poison, it was magic. I couldn’t do much about it, it was out of my expertise. I almost felt grateful for my former group, the followers never forced me to learn how to poison a river.

“That’s when that happened,” I smiled, it was a good memory, one that makes me actually hope for something I can’t pinpoint. “I had heard about this but I wasn’t sure if this was truly real until I saw it with my own eyes. The first change was the air, it got lighter somehow, more breathable as if for the first time in ages it was truly healthy. The hole we were digging came next, it flowed with clean water, slow at first, enough for me and the strong looking humans to walk away. The flow got faster and faster and it didn’t stop until a medium size lake, the water was light brown as was common in that area, don’t let the color deceive you, as that lake was clearer and more transparent than I had ever seen. You could see the exact moment the fishes came to existence. Then it was the plants turn, long extinct plants grew in seconds, and trees grew so tall that I could not see the top of them. We were stunned by the sudden miracle, the sudden creation of life right in front of our eyes, later I found out that even the poisoned water was purified. I can’t begin to describe how incredible that sight was, and I’ll never forget that, nor the warm party the humans made afterward. It was the happiest I ever saw a group of humans be.”

The cubs had their eyes widened, even the cursing one who usually doesn't look at me while I am talking.

“How? What, I mean, what happened?” The clapping cub asked, tilting his head to the side. “Was it you?”

“Of course not, I can’t create life, back then people used to call it Catharsis. It was more like a tale and a myth than something people truly believed was possible. I don’t know much, I heard the earth has a limit to how much it can take, and sometimes it just… do this. I don’t know if I believe it.”

“You are saying that the earth can do magic?!” the cursing cub asked. “like… the ground?”

“The planet. And yes, of course, everything can do magic.”

“Humans too?” The flower and mint cubs asked at once, “Can we do magic?”

I grimaced. I didn’t want to talk about it, I didn’t want to think about it, and I didn’t want it to be possible. “No,” I lied. “Animals can’t. Everything else can, in its own way.”

“That’s a shame,” the clapping cub said. “Doing it must be so cool.”

“It is,” I agreed. Doesn’t matter what happened in my life I was never driven to hate magic. “Was this story interesting enough?”

“Yes!” the flower cub said. “I didn’t know earth could do magic. I wish I could see it.”

“I know,” I said. Humans always hope for a miracle. “Magic comes naturally with life, and earth is said to be the source of life.” or so the followers said. 

“Can you show magic to us?” the clapping cub asked, making me stop breathing, and worse, a part of me didn’t think it was a bad idea, a foolish part of me. “It would be- Ouch! Hey, why did you–”

“Ignore him, Biggie, he is an idiot, we don’t need to see anything,” the flower cub said, while the clapping and cursing cub fought behind her. “It’s getting late, we should sleep, tomorrow I need to show you the magic trick called: How Not To Kill Your Plants, and Dani can do another magic trick called: Buy Thing In The Market Without The Guards Seeing.”

“Why can't the guards see you?” I asked. As if this, and not the fact that I had taken curious human cubs into my house, was the important issue then.

“We don’t like sons of a fucking-”

“What Fern means is that we don’t get along,” The flower cub cut. “Thank you for letting us sleep here tonight.”

I don’t know when my guard lowered, but I smiled, and almost said that they could be there as long as they wanted. This was dangerous, this was so dangerous and yet… Maybe we are not so different, humans and I, maybe I also wait for the miracle of being safe around someone.

“You are welcome,” I said, deciding to recall my memories as soon as I was alone, and believe me, I tried. But I didn’t.

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Gen 10: Emerald Decent

Prologue: It was a normal but very quiet morning in Bellwood more usual as there was no sign of any trouble or mischief of any criminal activity of any kind as it looked to be that Bellwood and Undertown would be having a set of peace and tranquility for a lengthy amount of time. Enjoying the cool fresh sweet air of early spring in March the flowers blooming into the radiant colors and sweet smells, birds tweeting animals caring and raising their little ones, the sky a sweet radiant blue the gloomy mist of clouds that showed signs of fresh rain coming at the sun still peeking through them with its raise hitting Earth's young heroine Gen Tennyson otherwise known as Gen 10, the welder of the Omnitrix an extremely rare watch created by Azmuth who created it to establish it as a form of peace across the Galaxy that carried all the DNA's of every alien you can imagine that the young heroin transform into at will.

Speaking of Gen, was taking a nap after going on patrol with her partner that lasted almost throughout the entire night with only a few stranglers here and there but nothing much that they could handle for it looks liked everything was serene which gave them an rare opportunity by Grandpa Max to have a day off so that meant Gen would have an opportunity to catch up on some sleep thus deciding to take a good long nap being near 6:00 in the morning when Max called, Gen was out like a light sleeping like a baby much to Rook’s silent amusement ( “She always seems to be restless with energy yet tuckered out when she has a moment of idling.”) he thought with a small smile as his best friend curled into a ball in her seat trying to find a comfortable position as the proto-TRUK drove in a simple pace as Rook felt no rush nor tired as he still had energy from his protein drink he bought while he and Gen made a quick stop at a store to get a quick bite before patrol last night so decided to simply drive around for the next two hours until it was nearly 8:30. With his window rolled down Rook enjoyed the cool breeze and warm sun rays hitting his face had him suddenly wishing for a cup of coffee and perhaps Gen would like one too? Normally they would go to her favorite hangout spot Mr.Smoothies which happened to serve the brewed beverage but it turned out they were closed for the time being as they were repainting/remodeling it, so it was out of choice so decided after some thinking of where to go. that he head to a little cafe that was 30 minutes away from here that his cousin Venus likes to go too (Venus who happens to be Rook’s older cousin on his mother’s side, when she heard about her cousin graduating and will be assigned to earth decided to come along with Rook and see earth too, at first Rook was sort of against Venus coming to earth but after some convincing he finally agreed. As for her family, took a lot of convincing to let her leave their home planet to go see Earth for Venus’s tribe had never left Revonnah and were afraid of what was outside of their planet nonetheless they supported their daughter giving her a farewell as she boarded the ship with Rook for their journey when they arrived she was very excited yet also frightened to everything. Her village didn’t have that much technology unlike Rook’s and was mostly living in olden times so seeing cars advanced modern stuff really scared her at first but soon grew used to it very quickly and saw the kind of places Earth is, especially when she gets to hang out with Gen who happens to be Rook’s assigned new partner made her super thrilled to meet her.

When meeting her Venus has the impression that something going on between the two thinking they are dating though Rook correctes her clearing up the confusion while slightly flustering/blushing during the entire conversation making it awkward and funny for Gen the entire time as she and Venus became fast friends. As Rook remembered that day he pulled up to the café a sweet little building covered in old bricks and French décor covered with ivy vines and flowers with outside chairs and tables for those who want to enjoy their beverage outside a sign hanging above the door spelling The Little Bluebird Café as the smell of freshly brewed coffee and something sweetly baked goods fresh from the oven hit the plumber’s nose making his mouth slightly water with the scents of cinnamon, nutmeg, hazelnut, vanilla, cocoa and caramel swirled in the air as Rook got out of the truck quiet to not wake his partner as he walked up through the door a little bell ringing announcing his presence as a woman wearing a baby pink and white strip apron with ruffles walked out from a door that leads to the kitchen in the back “Oh hello monsieur welcome to La Little Bluebird Café how may I help you on this beautiful morning ?” Rook smiled walking up to the counter “Hello I would like to place two orders medium one black coffee and…Umm.” he paused unsure what to get Gen or what she might like does she even like coffee? As if sensing his thoughts the woman asked “May suggest our honey lavender latte it's one of our most liked here and ideal for the spring weather?” Rook thought for a moment that does sound delectable maybe it’s something Gen will like “I think that would be nice yes and two pastries as well please.” “You’re just in luck sweetie I just pulled out a batch of blueberry muffins fresh from the oven so you and your girl get them warm and hot, especially with this chilly spring weather as she worked on the orders.

Meanwhile, the young heroine was slowly waking up from her deep sleep from a dream she had something about being surrounded by flowers (I think they were tulips? daffodils? There were some pansies too?) yawning she unbuckled her seat-belt to stretch her limps rubbing the sleep from her emerald green eyes as she looked out to see the little cafe it looked a sweet little place to have a cup of coffee though she doesn’t drink it much being the smoothie lover she was but decided that she needed some caffeine in her system as she's been a lot sleepier than usual these days deciding to take little light naps on their patrols, she then realized Rook was nowhere in sight “He must have gone inside."Continuing to rub the sleep from her eyes and unlocking her side of the truck Gen was about to get out to meet him in the cafe she heard the passenger door open she turned to see Rook holding a tray with two coffee cups and a pink bag with the cafe brand on it a surprise look on his face.” Gen, I’m glad that you’re awake.” “Oh.Yawn…hey Rook what’s that? It smells good?” the aroma of something sweet, creamy, citrus and chocolate was nice, was that the smell of blueberries? It had her mouth water as Rook climbed back into the truck. “Yes, it's a blueberry muffin I got two for the both of us to enjoy along with some beverages I know you don’t drink coffee much but the owner recommended this a milk coffee with honey and lavender or as they call a ‘latte’. Gen was surprised by this act of generosity usually when her partner offered her any kind of food or beverage it was one of his strange alien-type grubs him and Grandpa Max loved to eat that made her lose her appetite instantly whenever she mentioned being hungry or even wanting a simple snack, trying not gag or look disgusted over a thing with tentacles with strange leaf berries and scale-like flakes mixed in it that Max claimed was unique granola bar recipe that Gen didn’t think it was to which she politely declined and claimed she was still full from a big batch of chili fries she had for lunch.

But for this occasion, Gen was happy to see he got her something she could eat! “Aww thanks, Rook that’s sweet of ya.” She replied taking the beverage he handed as hers the hot liquid inside warming her slightly chilled hand, the steam hit her nose as took a sip “Ooh..Mmmm..hey that’s really good.” the lavender created a nice balance between the light nutty, floral notes with the mild coffee flavor. “I’m glad you like it Gen.” Rook felt happy seeing Gen’s face brighten up with her beverage warming her cheeks with a soft pink hue. he always liked it when she smiled like that especially either over simple things like helping out the elderly be they alien or human get across the street whenever they were out on patrol or accomplishing a big mission with a villain or thug that was trying to cause trouble. Taking a sip of his coffee he thought they could just relax for a while before heading back to H.Q As they sat in silence enjoying their hot beverages Gen took out her muffin tearing a small piece at a time enjoying the still-warm pastry bite by bite lips getting a bit blue by the fresh plump blueberry juices baked into the muffin, suddenly a little bird caught the sight of her sitting at her open window from watching her with interest looking at her muffin “Hey little guy you want a blueberry?” she cooed the cute little birdie. The little guy a chip in interest hoping closer to Gen’s hand it took the berry from their hand giving a chirp as if saying thank you before flying off to land on a wisteria tree that was next to the café where a second little brown bird seems to be waiting for him as they shared the blueberry “aw how cute haha.” she laughs, “it amazes me how your earth passerines communicate with melody like lilt.”

Gen was impressed with Rook’s comment, his vocabulary skills really improved ever since he had been reading English literature and vocabulary definitions book he got from a trip to the bookstore and since then she hardly saw him put it down. “Yeah, I think it’s cool too Rook almost as if they're singing to each other I once saw this documentary about how some birds of paradise would come up with different dances to attract mates.” She explained enjoying this conversation as they continued to drink their caffeine and breakfast making each other laugh. It’s been almost nearly half a year since they became partners, At first, Gen was not fond of having a new partner as she wanted to be a solo superhero, due to Gwen heading off to college early and Kevin following with his new job, Gen thought it’d be best to go alone for awhile to with the separation and her sudden loneliness, but after Rook helped Gen apprehend Psyphon and members of his gang, she accepted Rook as her partner he even bought her chili fries. At first, were more like working colleagues, but eventually, as their friendship grew in their adventures, they became best friends. "I don't always get him, but he's cool." She commented to Gwen when she and Kevin came back for an unexpected visit and got to meet Rook for the first time. Gwen and Rook seem to get along perfectly fine though Kevin was a bit concerned over Rook being her partner warning the Revonnahgander he better not make his little sister cry otherwise he’ll be meeting with a metal iron fist.

When meeting Venus it was quite interesting she was the most wild Revonnahgander they ever met who was different from Blonko. Gwen and Kevin definitely were caught off guard by Venus’s outfit it was so skimpy and showing so much skin that it made both of them blush. But she got along with them pretty well. She and Gwen shared forms of maturity and sassiness though Venus tends to get very feisty at times, she and Kevin are interestingly crazy though it's hard to describe it. Even the others are confused about how they get along, but we’ll never know. Suddenly a buzzing sound came from the pocket of her hoodie indicating it was her phone to see who it was she realized it was a text from Venus herself! Curious she opened the message (Yo XD ,Gennny! it's V you're Granpa is needing ya back at H.Q,) she raised a brow. What does Grandpa need did something happened? quickly she texted (Ok, Venus will be there soon,) she turned to Rook "Hey Venus just texted she said Grandpa Max needs us back at the base," looking at Rook with her big emerald green eyes, "I wonder why, do you think it's an emergency?" Rook asked concerned in his voice "I don't know Rook, but we better get there and find out partner," with that notion Rook turned on the Truk as the two drove off back to H.Q find out what the situation is and find out if Grandpa Max is okay?

End of Prologue.

stay tuned for Chapter 1: Trouble. What's going at H.Q, what does Grandpa Max need and is something really bad is going to happen?

Credit the lovely Queenie aka https://www.tumblr.com/celestialcreativity for being a part of this fanfic and au with her oc Venus.

P.S reply if u want suggest ideas what will happen next? : )

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[schrodingersdivinity]

Stranger Than You Dreamt It — (Tarnished/Morgott) Oneshot Pt.1

(Deeply edited for tacky dialogue and readability. If you read this previously and found it cringey or hard to read, I’ve hopefully fixed it.)

As a Tarnished, she was expected to fight the demi-gods, usurp the thrones throughout the lands between, and pillage, plunder, destroy anything she pleased. 

She was called forth from her Banishment from the Badlands, to valiantly fight for Lordship and save the kingdom from its perpetual apocalypse.

Unfortunately for the Greater Will, not many Tarnished make it. Some, don’t even want the throne to begin with.

This particular Tarnished was one of those. At the most, she wanted to help the broken nation recover from the Shattering; and so far the best way to do that was to get behind the best leader the Lands Between has got: King Morgott, The Veiled Monarch.

She had entered into his service after uniting the halves of the Dectus Medallion, then engaging Margit in battle a second time just outside Leyndell’s walls. 

After the first few attempts of just getting around him failed— he had a way of disguising himself amongst the harrowed remnants of the broken armies— she resigned to simply go somewhere else until a plan could be formulated.

Of course, this wouldn’t go her way, as Margit started to hunt her down around the Altus Plateau. First it was during her climb up to Mt. Gelmir. He had made it quick and had simply thrown her in front of one of the Abductor Virgins. She hadn’t even known it was him at first, she just found herself flying straight into the lacerating chamber of the machine then woke up at grace. Returning to the scene she saw familiar footprints approaching her much smaller ones, where hers suddenly stopped and his stalked away.

The second time, she was fighting The Wormface by the Minor Erdtree. This time was different, as Margit first helped her defeat the monster. He made quick work of the remnant of its life force before doing the same to hers.

  The fight had been a marvel to watch, now that she was not the one on the receiving end of the knotted wood or the golden blades. At first he moved slowly, as if his age was something his body had to obey. Then, you would blink and he would be careening towards his target with petrifying speed.

  Nonetheless, he had changed targets once the Wormface was dead, and she woke up at grace once again.

The third time however, didn’t end that way. The third time she was in the Windmill Village, walking slowly through the flowery stakes and laughing women. He had followed her there, and confronted her once she had killed the Godskin Noble.

  Fighting that one didn’t interest Margit apparently. Neither did the obviously crazed women, which plucked some nerve within the Tarnished, and she rounded on him verbally this time.

“You have no other interests besides killing Tarnished, have you? Say, helping these poor villagers for instance? Helping the rest of Leyndells army on Mt. Gelmir? You accuse me of having no respect for these lands, but I’m beginning to think you don't either— and you enjoy killing as much as you think I do.”

Instead of just lobbing her head off, or nailing her to one of the flowered stakes, he rebuked her heated words with his own. What followed was a long battle of words, instead of swords.

He admonished her that he indeed was able to do both things at once: do his best to assist the people of the Lands Between and hunt down tarnished, which fell into that category. Tarnished more often than not felt entitled to whatever they found, whether that be in the woods or a village home.

  The Tarnished had known to some degree that this was the case, but the picture Margit was painting of her and her fellow tarnished was worse than she had thought. Few distinguished threats from simply citizens, and no amount of cowering helped. In fact, some tarnished would come riding through Limgrave or The Consecrated Snowfields and stab at passing travelers, who were obviously unarmed and not a threat. This is why the Majority of the Altus Plateaus citizenship was hidden inside sealed buildings, and society functioned inside tunnels and underground networks.

  Margit  had given the Tarnished something she had desperately needed: insight. As a Tarnished, she was more or less cut off from the workings of state and civilization in The Lands Between. She was an outsider, and an unwelcome one as well.

  Margit had ferociously educated her on what was really happening in Leyndell. It wasn’t a ruin like everything else, and was being held together despite the ongoing apocalypse. Despite the demigods sieging the Capitols walls, tarnished and champions slinking in or fighting around them, the city had stood tall. There was still trade, new births, art, and life happening in the Capitols delicate ecosystem, sealed off by the walls themselves and their vigilant guards— Margit among them.

Mockingly, he asked her if she would like to help. If she wanted to defend the lands against its threats, and gallantly keep its citizens out of harms way. If she wanted to give up the ambition of lordship, lose her guidance of grace, and take on a new mission.

It surprised him then, when she eagerly accepted his sarcastic calling, insisting that that is what she thought the tarnished were called to do. She didn't want lordship if it meant tearing down the last remnants of civilization.

  She stood there silent and awkward as Margit stared her down, analyzing every micro-expression that crossed her face. When he found no hint at cunning or treachery, he merely grunted and started to walk away.

When she stayed there staring at his receding form, at a loss for what to do now, he impatiently looked back and called for her to follow. Quickly she scrambled over the rugged terrain, and had to fight to keep pace with his long strides all the way back to Leyndell.

Of course, the process had not come easily. Hardly. It took her the upwards of two years before she was allowed inside the capitol walls, and Margit had almost become cynically cruel in his tests towards the tarnished. It didn't seem possible that he could be convinced of her sincerity. Still she kept on, as the work he was putting her to did seem a great deal more effective than anything she could do on her own.

  After some time though, he had given up the tests, and instead just watched her closely. The vigilance turned slowly from paranoid to teaching, though the distinguishment was hard to place.

Presently, she was now a new recruit amongst the Nights Cavalry. Torrent had stayed with her happily, despite her having lost her grace. He stayed her loyal companion and steed. She patrolled during the daytime, along the usual routes the other Knights did, cruising across the lands between 10x the speed the larger steeds could easily. She checked for new Tarnished encampments, minding their progress to ensure they never came too close.

  She had left the Dectus medallion with Margit, and instead traveled through the old mines entrance, patrolling through there as well. She hadn’t realized how much she had taken traveling by grace for granted, but the slower pace at which she lived life  was grounding and calming in a way.

She saw Margit rarely, which at first was a blessing but then slowly became a nuisance. He was her commander, but when she had comments or reports to make he was irritatingly evasive.

A few months after her initiation, she sought him out once again. She found him in the Second Church of Marika, looking rather morose.

"Found you! You know for someone who's keeping vigil for Tarnished trying to enter the Capitol, you aren't very easy to find." She remarked as she rewarded Torrent with some rowa berries. She dismissed him, and approached her commander.

  "Better then, when certain Tarnished are determined to find me simply to pester."

"I don't pester," She said with a scoff. "I'm here to report from Castle Mourne."

He turned then, from the statue at the forefront of the church to regard her with a look of 'Well?'

"The Misbegotten have vacated the fortress, for better or for worse. The crows and surrounding wildlife have picked clean the corpses, save for the pile that's easily a few stories tall. Though I remember it being taller when I first made my way through there. Who knows, could be gone in about a month."

Margit made no indication he was listening, but he didn't have to. Wandering towards one of the bloodrose bushes, he examined them as she continued talking.

"If we wanted to reclaim the Weeping Peninsula, now would be the time. Though if I remember correctly, the King doesn't like the idea of expanding his territory."

"Correct," He rumbles as he carefully plucks a rosebud from the bush, twirling the tiny bloom between his fingers.

  "Well would you like me to keep it relatively empty? Should the King change his mind?"

"No. The king has no desire to follow in the footsteps of the other traitorous demigods. The overextension would jeopardize the Golden Orders security."

"Well, if you're certain..."

Certain he was.

  "Tarnished, what is thine opinion on the misbegotten?"

The tarnished had to double check that she heard correctly, that her commander was asking her opinion on something. "Pardon?"

He gave an agitated huff and glanced at her impatiently. "Thoust heard me. Answer."

"Well..." She thought for a minute on the loaded question. She knew that the Misbegotten were named so because of  their origin from the crucible. Looking over the omens turned form, the marks of the crucible were as apparent on him as they were on the winged creatures. No doubt her opinion was going to be interpreted towards him, best to choose her words carefully.

"In Castle Mourne they were made slaves, and their masters were confused that they turned on them, saying "They gave good service". I don't think they were wrong to retaliate, even if in such bloody retaliation."

"Even though their masters were born of grace, and them: graceless?"

Mmm. Fuck. Somehow shes in hot water anyways, despite her efforts.

  "Well, those in grace shouldn't need or want to enslave the graceless. One of the Golden Orders goals is to assimilate all into itself, isn't it?" Thinking on the words of Muriel, hopefully they wouldn't get her in an even worse spot with the Fell Omen.

  "True. yet thou still hasn't answered my question. What is thine opinion?"

She looked up through the broken roof. then down at the rose in her commanders hand.

  "I think it would be wonderful to fly. I have no opinion of them, if I am not envious."

Margit scoffs loudly, tossing the rose to her for her to catch. "Then ye haven't the faintest idea what you speak of."

The Tarnished then decided she wasn't in enough trouble, and kept on. "Well I for one would love to have a fluffy tail with spikes on it. You absolutely destroyed me with that thing when we were fighting, but it looks very comforting to hold."

Regarding her with a look of incredulity with a hint of revulsion, for once Margit the Fell Omen was rendered speechless, which she took as an invitation to keep on her 'pestering'.

"And while the horns looks troublesome, they look cool as hell. you know now that I think of it, they kind of look like a crown--"

"Enough! Thy strange enamourment with my features is perplexing but unimportant, keep it to thyself for godsake." Swiftly turning away, Margit trudged through the ruined wall and in an unclear direction.

  Of course, the Tarnished followed.

  "Is that why you always avoid me? Because you're afraid of me touching your tail? I am always looking at it, and I've definitely considered it before."

"Cease. If thou art so keen on talking and disguising it as a report, thou art permitted to report to the King directly. He won't tolerate thy filler conversation."

"What? Why the King? Do you even have that kind of authority?"

"Indeed. Thou art a Cavalry Knight only in name. I have recruited thou, but that doesn't mean I must keep thine in my ranks. He will have better use of thou, and thou will make littler use of his time. He will have thine assignments and patrols, ye will be his agent."

"Damn, you're really handing me off to the king because I said I was gonna touch your tail?" Her remark was flippant, but with it was a pang of hurt, that the Omen truly didn't want her around.

  "All the same. Report to him at dusk every fortnight, meet him within his sanctum and do not be tardy. This is what thou wanted, no? To regularly report, without the task of tracking me down." He said dismissively.

  "Yeah, I suppose." Trying to pass the disappointment in her voice as airy nonchalance, the Tarnished wondered why or how she had grown fond of bothering the old omen.

  Mounting Torrent, the Tarnished requested dismissal. When it was granted, she hastily left the church and tried to self soothe her bruised heart in the wake of such clear rejection.

  ~~~

When dusk of the next fortnight approached, the Tarnished approached the entrance to the Golden Order sanctum. This was one of the few places where the King would receive people, and only with his most trusted servants.

  The tarnished appreciated King Morgotts trust in Margits judgement, as the tarnished herself had never proved herself to anyone besides the Fell Omen.

  Checking her reflection in a nearby gilded door, the tarnished did her best to calm her fraying nerves. She approached the door and paused, wondering if she should simply wait or knock.

  One of the flanking guards stationed by the door struck the floor with the pommel of his halberd, permitting the door to open independently.

  Through the aisle, between the pews was a simple altar. Nothing in here was gaudy or gilded like most of the city. In fact, very little precious metal was set into the room. Everything was well crafted, but besides that it was a simple church.

At the end of the mossy carpet, was a figure who she assumed to be the King. Stepping into the sanctum, the Tarnished took to one knee as soon as the door closed behind her, waiting for the cue to rise.

  "Approach, Tarnished."

She rose and approached the king, standing upright and at attention. "Your Majesty, I come with information from the Siofra River, below Limgrave."

  Even though she herself was a little over 6' tall, he was still a head and a half taller. This wasn't very surprising, as most denizens of the lands between had become strange elongated versions of themselves from the constant cycle of undeath. The Veiled Monarch however, didn't appear emaciated at all.

  She couldn't see his face directly, but in her peripheral she was able to glean details. White hair, pallid complexion, white hair wound in complicated braids, and a curmudgeonly frown that reminded her of her previous superior.

  "Very well then, thou will report to me, then we will dwell here and pray for however long I will. Thou may follow my example or stay behind in thy choice of the pews behind me. When I am finished I will give ye thine assignment."

"You pray about my assignment?" She said perplexed, before she could stop herself. She may have been inducted 2 years ago, but monarchial courtesy wasn't a thing familiar to her and she forgot it quickly when confronted with the possibility that one of the demigods really did have the ability to commune with the greater will.

For a beat of silence, the two just stared at each-other. The Tarnished didn't even know what to say to try and save herself. She only hoped that the King would write her off as a witless tarnished, and that her disrespect was like that of a mule to a lion.

  "No." The King heaved a deep sigh, and brought his hand up from where it was clasped behind his back to pinch the bridge of his nose. "No, I don't pray after thy duties tarnished, I simply use this time for myself while also accepting reports from my generals. If I were to take them all at the same time, I would never move from the war room." He explains this slowly, with an air of exhaustion, as if she were a child to whom he had explained this concept to them a multitude of times.

The Tarnished pauses this time, double checking her words for any insubordination or obtuse commentary that may have snuck in while she wasn't looking. "I see, my apologies. My wits aren't as keen as one might think."

The monarch huffed a dry laugh, as if to say: "Clearly."

The evening progressed as he said, and the two surprisingly lulled into a quiet peace with the others presence. he then gave her her assignment, and she was off. While she was still hurt and disappointed that Margit had handed her off to someone else to deal with, he was right. The King had better use for the Tarnished talents for infiltration and exploration, and had the authority to permit more than simply the usual "kill this" "go here" assignments.

  Still, the Tarnished could almost say she missed the omen. You might even catch her saying she did if you got her drunk enough. But alas, there was nothing to be done.

#I wrote the tarnished with adhd #not on purpose it just happened #margit #morgott #eldenring #elden ring #elden ring margit #elden ring morgott #morgott the omen king #morgott/tarnished #margit the fell omen #tarnished #elden ring tarnished #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot

[neonthewrite]

GT July 2022

I made it through the whole challenge! I wasn't sure if I would, when I first set out to do it! I'm so glad I gave it a shot and stuck to it. Some new stories came about from this little challenge, and I'll have to plan some more updates for those as soon as I can.

Many thanks to @gianttol for organizing the prompts.

1 - Fluffy - Tiny Pixie Hands - Elias Dawn and Eral the Arbor Pixie brave the colder climates on one of their adventures.

2 - Different Era - Error 50 - Featuring Elias Dawn sometime in the far future when their world has changed by quite a lot. In this they meet Fifty, a tiny assistant bot that'll become their buddy.

3 - Panic - Old Fears - In which Bowman Leafwing has a nightmare remembering old enemies, but a friend is nearby to help snap him out of it.

4 - Sizeshifting - Big News - Experimental dialogue-only story detailing a young man suddenly finding himself a little more giant than before while he's at the mall.

5 - Flower - Wildflower Dust - A visit to the Chase in Lilliput AU and its resident giant, waking up to a field of wildflowers in bloom.

6 - Royalty - New Office - In which a brand new court wizard is introduced to his new workspace by the royal prince. Set in the A Little Bit of Magic Trust AU.

7 - Creature - Denizen - Introducing Baz Corinthian, a young human witnessing the capture of a giant invading alien.

8 - Snacks - Forbidden Fruit ... Snacks? - In which Chase and Minnie Lisong go borrowing.

9 - Hide - Personal Assistant - A return to the world of prompt 2, in which Elias' new bot buddy learns he doesn't serve anybody anymore.

10 - Friendship - Friendship Progress - Adrian is still figuring out how his new friend Colfax works, but he's going to be his best friend one day! This story shows one example of his gentle persistence (relevant to any Trust AU where the pair of them are tiny).

11 - Mini Giant - Hellhounds - A new story in which an enigmatic would-be guardian angel rescues a man from a hellhound.

12 - Borrower - Fried Potatoes - We return for more of the borrower Lisong siblings. Takes place not long after the first story (prompt 8).

13 - Cosmic - Popping Bottles - More from A Little Bit of Magic as the tiny wizard Colfax struggles to open a not-tiny bottle.

14 - Sleepover - Spy - In which Baz (introduced in prompt 7) goes snooping to find out more about the captured alien.

15 - Redraw - Art Lesson - Set in another Trust AU: A Little Bit of Family. In which Adrian gives Oscar an art lesson.

16 - Beach - Grey Landing (part 1) - Introducing Isaac Grey, an unlucky sailor who has somehow shipwrecked onto an island of giants.

17 - First Meet - Grey Landing (part 2) - Isaac doesn't manage to avoid the giants for all that long.

18 - Thunderstorm - Storm Delay - Returning to Elias and Eral, who are stuck in a boisterous tavern while a storm rages outside.

19 - Same Size - A Walk in the Village - A What If? Scenario in which Jacob Andris becomes sprite-sized and gets a tour of Wellwood from Bowman Leafwing.

20 - Exhausted - Circus Mouse - Introducing Gailen, a mouselike little circus performer who gets worked very hard.

21 - Handheld - Grey Landing (part 3) - Isaac finds himself manhandled by giants.

22 - GT Prom - About the Prom - Jacob tries to explain Prom to Bowman, someone who's never heard of such a thing.

23 - Candy - Minnie's Supply Run - Back with more borrower Lisong shenanigans, this time with Minnie's attempt at some good borrowing.

24 - Comfort - Faulty Prediction - A young viri Colfax tries to make a plan that doesn't quite go as he expects.

25 - Pocket - Grey Landing (part 4) - The giants don't really know where to keep Isaac out of the way while they figure out what to do with him. He voices some opinions.

26 - Mermaid - Friend of the Sprites - Introducing Louis, a human who tries to help out his friends the water sprites of the pond the best he can.

27 - Communication - Mediator - Baz discovers a different giant alien from the one he saw before, and attempts to strike up a conversation.

28 - Scavenger Hunt - Loose Change - Based on a mystery Trust AU, in which viri Colfax is a recovering science specimen.

29 - Trinkets - Petty Thief - A miniature thief waits for a rendezvous after successfully fleecing the attendees of a party.

30 - Fan Art - Fan Art - A young viri Adrian slips away from home so he can have some peace and quiet and draw some fan art.

31 - Free Space - Peter the Photographer - Rounding out the challenge with some horror GT featuring a young photographer trying to document the carnage during a vicious attack by giants.

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[designaday]

Interaction 23: Engelberg

Tuesday was the day of workshops. I wasn’t attending a workshop, so my wife and I had booked another day trip with Best of Switzerland Tours. Having already spent a day in the Alps, we wanted to experience some of the history and culture of the country, so we decided to visit Lucerne and Engelberg.

The bus stopped in Lucerne for about an hour. We took a stroll across the Chapel Bridge and wandered through the streets.

The Water Tower was once used as a prison, but it is currently a whiskey shop.

The architecture of Lucerne was just gorgeous with ornately painted façades.

We returned to the bus and proceeded to Engelberg. As it happened, we were the only two people on the entire bus that were going to Engelberg. Everyone else was going up Mount Titlis. Apparently they were all smarter than we were.

The main guide explained to us that he would be going to Titlis, but that the guide-in-training would go with us to Engelberg. Of course, this was his first day on the job, and he didn’t know anything about Engelberg, so we would be left to our own devices. We were told that the Monastery had a visitor center and a restaurant where we could eat lunch.

Before I continue this story, let me share with you what we were told about Engelberg in the literature about the trip before we registered.

Enjoy your stay in Engelberg with the following activities:

Benedictine Monastery of Engelberg Take in a moment of silence in the beautiful baroque church of the Monastery, founded in 1120 AD. Walk across the monastery garden and browse through the flower shop run by monks. The village is defined by the monastery and the Collegiate Church. Switzerland’s largest church organ, the impressive Collegiate Library, the Valley Museum, a show dairy and a manor house are to be found here.

Engelberg Cheese experience While visiting the monastery, discover a selection of cheeses produced in the monastery. Order a cheese platter at the café for your personal tasting experience or buy local delicacies as a souvenir.

Tal Museum Engelberg Step into the museum and learn more about the local history of the Alpine valley, its dialect, traditional costumes and the relationship between the valley community and the monastery.

There were a number of other activities listed that we weren’t interested in, such as ice skating at the park and horse-drawn carriage rides.

The bus dropped us off in a parking lot across from the monastery, and we had three hours until it would be ready to depart. We walked over to the monastery to find some lunch.

Upon entering, we could go up the stairs to a locked gate or down the stairs to a dim hallway. In that hallway, we found a small flower shop. Back outside and down the path by the garden, we found the small cafe that sold cheese, but it didn’t have much else, so we walked into the village and found a restaurant.

After lunch, we walked over to the museum and discovered that it was closed on Tuesday. So, we walked back up to the church, which was open.

It was something to see, but there was no information about it, so it didn’t hold our attention for long. We saw the organ, and apparently it has a lot of pipes, but what could be seen of it wasn’t at all impressive. 

We decided we would try finding the visitor center in the monastery. Once again, we walked up to the still locked gate and were trying to translate the sign by the buzzer when our tour-guide-in-training came in and saw us. He could read German, and he buzzed the office. They let us in through the gate, and we walked down the hall to talk to them. I asked about tours, and the woman told me that they weren’t doing tours this week. We spent a few minutes walking up and down the hallways, but aside from a few paintings, there really wasn’t anything to see.

We left the monastery, and walked back down to the cheese shop. we bought a cheese platter and spent our last 45 minutes or so nibbling cheese and playing on our phones.

You’ll notice in all the photos that there was cloud cover all day, so I didn’t even have the opportunity to walk around photographing the mountains surrounding the town. It was a complete bust.

We got back to Zürich just as the conference’s opening party was starting.

Hosted at Kaufleuten, the music wasn’t too loud, and I spent the evening catching up with old friends. We unfortunately lost three conference “lifers” this year. Dave Malouf, Greg Petroff, and Rob Nero couldn’t make it. That just leaves two of us that have attended every Interaction conference.

We were still there an hour after the event was supposed to end. They eventually had to force us all out. So, we found an unsuspecting bar and filled it, adding plenty more time to share stories of the past three years.

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[lily-drake]

Ex-League/Child Assassin member Marinette who was (still is) engaged to marry Damien. She's learned about life outside the League and how to behave around normal people but she does sometimes revert back to her old self, once during an Akuma attack she threatens with a knife to skin, and neuter Chat if didn't knock his flirting off, so when she overhears Lila telling a lie about dating Damien Wayne, well... she's gonna have to make sure Lila knows NEVER to spin that little lie again.

Fear Me!

Marinette Wang Fu carried herself with pride and purpose.  She was raised for greatness and she knew her place as the heir to The Order.  So when she was told she would one day be wed to the heir of their sister tribe, The League of Assassins, she accepted as the honor that she was told it was.

Marinette remembered the aftermath of her first mission with Damian.  He was brash and hot headed which was the complete opposite of her strategic style of fighting, yet they worked almost perfectly as she came up with a plan and he attacked and enacted it.  Once the mission was over they still had 6 hours before they had to be at the rendezvous point.  The city was having some sort of spring festival with flowers and bright colors everywhere.  Children about their age laughed and ran around with childish glee that neither had ever been able to experience.

“Can we participate for a few hours Damian?”

Marinette asked hopefully with a small shine in her eyes.  Damian rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall they were hiding behind.

“Tt.  I suppose we may stay for a few hours while we wait.”

Marinette sent him a blinding smile, but he just turned away ignoring the way his heartbeat quickened ever so slightly.  When he turned back Marinette was gone and it only took a few moments more to find her in new clothes, most likely stolen from a clothes line, talking to the other village youth.  Following her lead Damian grabbed some clothes from a clothes line that would fit him and watched her from a distance.  A gentle smile played on his lips as he watched her dance around the town square and as the other girls placed a flower crown around her head.  He was a little surprised when she ran up to him, and without any warning grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the center of the square.

“Come on Dami, I know you can dance.”

Marinette said with a small smirk on her lips.

Damian rolled his eyes and let out a,

“Tt.”

Before letting her lead him through festival dances.  Once Marinette was dragged away once again Damian wandered off to the stalls where random trinkets and foods were being sold.  As he wandered the booths a small hairpin caught his eye.  It was a glass pastel blue flower with clear beads with gold stems bonding them in place.  A gold leaf with gaps between each vein, finally golden vines shot upwards with light pink beads sprouting from the tips of the vines.  He quickly took the hairpin and made his way back to the town square where Marinette was at a table constructing something.

As soon he stepped foot in the square her head immediately shot up and she smiled at him waving over to him in a ‘cone here’ motion.  Damian made slow steady steps and stood next to her.

“Give me your wrist.”

She demanded.  He raised a brow and kept his arms crossed in front of him.  Marinette let out a huff and glared at him.

“Damian, give me your wrist.”

Sighing in defeat he dropped his arm and felt her gently take his wrist and wrap something around it.  Glancing down he saw a small thin drip of leather thread and beads and different crafts scattered all along the table.  He watched slightly intrigued as she layered our black rounded beads onto the thread before placing a silver bead with a flat top and bottom on each end, and finally dark green jade ball beads.  Taking his wrist again she tied an expert knit tight enough that it wouldn’t fall off but loose enough that he could take it off his wrist if he wanted to.  He studied at the bracelet on his wrist for a few moments before he gave a nod of satisfaction.

“It is adequate.”

Marinette gave him a bright smile.  That might as well have been him telling her that he loved it without saying it.

“I have also found a gift for you.”

Marinette looked at him with wide shocked eyes before they flickered with mischief.

“Oh?  And what exactly is it?”

Damian placed a hand in his pocket and grabbed the clip and silently held it out to her.  Marinette’s eyes sparkled with pure delight as she almost reverently took the pin from his palm.  She looked him in the eyes and with a gentle smile whispered,

“Thank you Damian.  It’s beautiful.”

Damian nodded and felt his lips twitch as she immediately placed the clip in her hair.

That was only the first of many of their adventures.  Marinette loved the extra time they got after finishing a mission quickly and efficiently, because she would get to wander around and talk to other people and learn how people outside of the League and Order behaved.  She preferred being around the towns and cities than being in the organizations where she was forced to train and hurt.

Then one day she was forced to go on a solo mission to Paris because there was an evil imbalance there.  She thought that it would be over quickly, a month tops, but instead it lasted years.  She was allowed to send a letter to Damian once a month, and she always loved his responses, but then one day he never responded, and she was told she was no longer allowed to write to him.

If it wasn’t for the emotional terrorist or the training she was put through, she would have cried.  But she didn’t, she just kept going on with the life of her cover with her little bit of joy gone.  And when her last bit of joy had disappeared, so did most of her care and self control.

It was only Mr. Pigeon, it was an easy fight.  But she was already having a bad day, the pressures and expectations of everything that she needed to do were heavy on her shoulders, and she was done.  So when Chat Noir leaned in for a kiss she shoved him away with all of her strength and watched him go flying.  As she watched him fall she yelled out with all of her frustration,

“If you try to touch me again I will find a scalpel and neuter you myself!”

And then she turned and sent her most bone chilling glare at the Akuma and growled, if you don’t let me purify the stupid evil butterfly right now, I will take a knife and skin you alive myself.

To say that the Mr. Pigeon was effectively scared for his life would be an understatement.  In fact, he even broke the whistle himself just for her.  And Chat Noir hadn’t dared to touch her since.

If someone asked her about Lila Rossi an hour ago, she would say she didn’t care about the girl.  She didn’t care that the class worshiped her because she didn’t care about the class.  Marinette could care less about anything that happened in the school and less about what would happen to the people.  But that was an hour ago, because now she definitely cares about the lying brat.

“Of course!  Damiboo is so sweet, and he’s just the nicest man I’ve ever met.”

Marinette grit her teeth quietly in the back.  Lila was apparently claiming that she was dating Damian Wayne, her fiancé.  How dare this lying harlot even speak his name!  So when it was time to change classes and she followed the näieve girl walk into the bathroom she followed with a feral flint in her eyes.

“Hello Lila.”

Marinette said flatly as she stared directly at the girl with cold, dark, emotionless eyes.

“Oh Marinette!  It’s so good to see you.”

“I’m afraid that I can not say the same.”

Marinette said faining sorrow in her voice, but never taking her eyes off the girl.

“Oh?  Why is that?”

Lila said with fake tears welling up in her eyes.  Marinette took a step forward.

“Listen here you lying brat.  I haven’t cared about you, I haven’t cared about your stories, and I haven’t called you out in anything.  But there is one thing I REFUSE for you to taint.”

Marinette growled and let a small pocket knife fall from her sleeve into her palm without Lila noticing.  Lila’s demeanor completely changed and a prideful smirk played at her lips.

“Oh really, and pray tell what that would be.”

“I’m giving you one chance, and that’s more than most people will ever get.  You will never, and I mean never lie about Damian Wayne ever again or I swear I will make your life a living Hell.”

Lila had the audacity to laugh at that.  A hideous cackle really.  When she was done her smug smile grew as she placed a hand on her hip and joyously replied,

“And why would I do tha-“

Before she could even finish her sentence Marinette was on her with a knife held to her throat.  Lila gazed at her with pure unadulterated fear as she felt the sharp metal at her throat.

“Listen here you lying b*.  I am not asking a lot, I never said for you to stop lying completely.  I don’t care what you say as long as you leave the Wayne’s out of it.  Do you understand?”

She growled out keeping the small knife steady and placed it at the girl’s throat.  She slowly nodded, but that wasn’t good enough for Marinette.

“Answer me!”

“Y-yes!  I p-promise!”

Marinette immediately got up and placed the knife back up her sleeve.  There was no longer a trace of any anger, just pure joy and a bright smile.

“I'm glad we came to an understanding, Lila!  Thank you for listening to me!  Have a great rest of the day!”

And with that she left the shaking terrified girl on the bathroom floor to rethink all of her life decisions.

The next day Marinette had a beautiful flower pin tucked into her hair, and if the light hit the petal just right you could see a carved letter on each of the petals that spelled out A-N-G-E-L.

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[dodo-begone]

You a Pig Fucker?

Pairing: Yandere!Techno x Reader

Request: Hey I love your writing especially the yandere ones I was wondering if you could some yandere technoblade headcannons

Word Count: 2.1k words

Warning: yandere, unhealthy behaviors, Death, Zombies, Mentions of war, mentions of scars

A/n: sorry I made this into a fic but in bullet format. Hope you still enjoy!

Your first encounter with him is on the outskirts of your village. You’re collecting some flowers to make flower crowns for the children. And there he is; a gigantic… something standing on the path to your village. It was half pig, but half man all at the same time. It perplexed you. A thing like him hadn’t appeared at the village before, so he was a new experience to you. As the ever curious person you are, you go and investigate you. After talking to him for a bit, he tells you he’s there for some trading, you lead him to the village as you chit chat. You’re the first one to trust him.

He eventually just comes because he wants to visit you. For someone so naive and bubbly, you’re a refreshing presence from the chaos of the Dream smp. You wouldn’t survive a day outside your village, but he wished so badly to take you on an adventure to show you the world. Not the Dream smp, but the world outside your village. The safe part of the world.

He eventually just comes because he wants to visit you. For someone so naive and bubbly, you’re a refreshing presence from the chaos of the Dream smp. You wouldn’t survive a day outside your village, but he wished so badly to take you on an adventure to show you the world. Not the Dream smp, but the world outside your village. The safe part of the world.

He eventually just comes because he wants to visit you. For someone so naive and bubbly, you’re a refreshing presence from the chaos of the Dream smp. You wouldn’t survive a day outside your village, but he wished so badly to take you on an adventure to show you the world. Not the Dream smp, but the world outside your village. The safe part of the world.

Soon he’s called back to the Dream smp by an ally for some stupid fight that they could’ve done on their own. It was a quick task, why was Techno needed again? Though them being on his front door and trying to drag him away made him relent. And so he, begrudgingly, went to the Dream smp to destroy whatever government or enemy who dared offend or go against his friend/ally. He left without ever saying goodbye to you.

Without knowing what happened to Techno, you waited outside the village in your little flowerfield, waiting for Carl and Techno to make their way down the path to you. But they never come. At the beginning of your little “stake out”, the village children wait with you. Playing with each other and making little flower crowns with you while you scanned the horizon every other moment for your friends. Days passed like this, and about a week in, most of the children went back to playing in the village with each other. Some of the other, more mellow children, waited with you. Then the days turn to weeks, turn to months, and you give up actively waiting for him in the field. If he were coming back, he’d know where you are.

A little over a year passes before Techno can even properly get home. The other visits had only been little pit-stops to grab some supplies before hurrying back to the hustle and bustle of war. But no matter how much time passed, he never stopped thinking about you. How you must’ve missed him so much. Or worried for his safety. Just waiting at the village for him to come for you. And then you two could have such a nice life. He’d finally be in retirement. He hopes you weren’t angry at him.

So once he’s properly home, he hurries over to the village and frantically searches for you. Asking the villagers if you were still there and where you were. They’d all give a different location, but it was all in the village. He still had hope! When he does find you though, it isn’t pleasant.

You’re standing at the town center with most of the village children around you. Flower crowns were being crafted between y’all. It felt nostalgic. The first time he met you, you were making a flower crown for the kids. And you’re still doing it! It’s such a sweet sight, a domestic sight. He goes to walk over to you though, and a greeting forming on his lips.

But the children scream, looking at him in fear. Now hold up he knows he’s scary and doesn’t look the best, but he couldn’t have gotten that bad since he last came here. Right? The children alert you, and your panicked eyes meet his. There’s faint recognition in them, but you don’t acknowledge him.

He stops, and everyone scatters. Screams echo across the village, children run between adults towards their houses as the adults fumble around, trying to get their shops closed in the mayhem. Honestly he had no clue what was going on. You were shocked, frozen in place by his presence. Oh god please tell him the rumors of him spread here too-

One of the villagers goes and grabs you, dragging you back into one of the houses. You don’t look happy about that. If anything, it made you more panicked. Couldn’t that villager see what he was doing to you?? You’re getting hurt, scared by them. Let them go!

He charges toward you in an attempt to save you. But some of the older village men ran up to him with any weapon they could. Many had swords, which was an odd thing. When he came here many months ago, they barely had two swords for the entire village. And now almost everybody had one? Heh? What’s going on here?

They chase him out of town and into the woods a far distance away from the village. The audacity of them. Do they not remember who he is? Know who he is? He’s Technoblad, the blood god. Ring a bell? Yet they didn’t care when he tried to tell them who he was. Their parting words were a threat about him coming back to the village. On how’d they kill him and roast him in front of the entire village.

What the hell is their problem?

Later that day, you sneak out of the village to talk to him. You do your best to explain the mood change in the village since he left. Apparently a few weeks after he left, the village got attacked by a group of raiders. Which was bad in itself, but then some odd occurrences started to happen afterwards. There were zombie attacks on the village, which was only something told in stories from the elders. You had presumed they were little tales to get children to stay in line, but you were very mistaken. It wasn’t even a one time occurrence either! It happened almost every night. And other inhuman things came and attacked the village, taking out the far outskirts of the village. So anyone or anything that wasn’t a member of your village was an enemy.

A moment of silence followed your somber news. Techno’s coughing interrupted it though. And you asked what he had been up to since you last saw him. He began his tale about the most recent war he was involved in. Oh he even got a new scar! You were enamored by it, but noticeably less than before. The tale was told in such a nonchalant and humorous way, it was like child’s play. But you’ve now seen the horrors of death before your very eyes, the effects for warfare. So these tales were becoming less like fun little stories and more of the morbid accounts they actually were.

Once he was done explaining his adventures, he asked what you had been doing. Not just the village. You, as an individual, what have you been doing?

You tell of how life didn’t differ much. Visits to the meadow were still common, even with the danger. The children still followed you out too. They wanted to make flower crowns. But the other villagers were worried for the safety of you and the children, so you were sent with protection. One of the village boys went out with you every day along with the children. There was one limitation to everything though; you couldn’t stay out past sunset. That’s when these monsters appeared and attacked the village.

Then you nonchalantly mention how you really like the guy. It was someone you hadn’t really had a chance to talk to. He was the blacksmith’s son. A really strong guy, the silent type. You didn’t mind that, it just allowed you to chat more. To make up for his silence. And he said he really enjoyed it. And oh did you tell him that you got engaged to him? Yeah look, here’s the ring!! You hold up your hand, and on your left hand is a shiny ring.

His world falls apart. Wait, you were his. Why did you go to someone else while he was away? You kept babbling along about this guy, who he didn’t really care about. He felt betrayed. You didn’t wait for him… Why didn’t you wait? He’d always come back to you.

Sunset comes much sooner than either of you anticipated. You rush out a “goodbye” to Techno before you run back towards the village. At the entrance is some guy. He waves as you, and you run right into his arms. And you give him a kiss. You’re giggling as this shitty man swings you around. Hand-in-hand, you two walk off into the safety of the village.

Your peace couldn’t last forever. Techno would have made sure that your life was lived in luxury and yet you had this audacity to do this to him. To choose a nobody over him? He could provide for you! Give you all the attention you wanted! Even protect you. That guy probably can’t even lift a damn sword! Look he’ll show you that he’s the only choice.

During the nightly zombie siege, he walks in like he fucking owns the place. Some of the zombies attack him, but they go down in a small hit. They’re weak creatures compared to somebody like him. He stalks around the village, looking or any sign of you. The zombies are stronger than he thought or this village was much weaker than he originally thought. Now this? Another reason why you should just leave with him.

Your screams of terror echo across the village, and Techno frantically looks around for you. The zombies could attack such a defenseless thing like you. Come on where are you? Fortunately for Techno, you run right into him. You give him a tight hug around his waist, tears staining the fabric under your face. Some zombies are following you, but they’re very easy to take out.

He looks in the direction you came from though and saw the real issue. That fucking guy. Uh, Techno didn’t even want to refer to him by a name because he was that unimportant. He wasn’t going to be living much longer anyways. That guy you were with? Yeah he was surrounded by zombies, struggling to fight them off. But he did, so bravo for him. Though it was a pitiful job. Here, let Techno show you how it’s done.

He unlatches your arms from around him and walks toward this “fiance” of yours. The guy looks in your direction and runs towards you, yelling your name. Like you were in danger. You were in danger alright. In danger because of this fucking guy. He couldn’t keep you safe. See how easy it is to take him down?

He looks over at you for validation for his actions, but he sees absolute terror. And then he remembers what he did. Oh yeah, i guess skewering your sword through the body of your lover’s “lover” isn’t exactly a pleasant sight. But see? He’s such a better option! If this “fiance” were able to protect you, he’d be able to defend himself against Techno. Now come on, let’s go home.

And then you’re dragged away from your village and to the empty tundra. The last sight you get of your village is it falling under the zombie siege. Yells and screams emanate from the town. But the further you get from it, the quieter it gets. Until there’s no sound coming from the village anymore.

#c: techno #tw: yandere #dodo writing #mcyt x reader #dream smp x reader #tw: death #tw: zombies #tw: scars #tw: war #techno x reader #x reader #technoblade x reader #yandere #yandere technoblade #yandere technoblade x reader

[strawberry-jammers]

One Year

a dreamsmp x reader where a young (y/n) wants to rebuild an old old kingdom before they hace to be crowned to rule over their parents kingdom. with the help of their friends and a couple of servents, they hope to rebuild it all withought their parent knowing about it.

part 2

part 1/?

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The lovely @acidicvolt edited this!

the pronouns are he/him till age 17 where they're they/them

word count:4,400

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Age 9:

(y/n) ran around the castle with his friend Tommy, holding a bunch of flowers in our hands. 

“Where's he at!?” Tommy yelled, looking into every room. “Calm down! We’ll find him!!” he says, still running ahead of him. “Come on slowpoke!!” Tommy looked at (y/n), running quickly after seeing him far ahead of himself. 

“COME BACK HERE!!” (y/n) laughed, running further ahead.

(y/n) ran into the garden, coming across Techno and Wilbur. They were practicing with swords today, as to where they would normally practice hand to hand combat.

He ran up to Techno, who wasn't doing much as they were just starting another round. (Y/n) ran into Techno’s hip, making him wobble slightly. 

“Heh? What are you doing kid? Aren't you supposed to be with your parent?” he shook his head, grabbing some of the flowers that he dropped. 

“Nope! Mama Eret said I was allowed to hang out with Tommy today!” (y/n) says, smiling up at the tall man. 

“(y/nnnnn)!! You left me behind!!” he pouts, dropping some of the flowers (y/n) forced him to carry. 

“Tommy, you're dropping them!!” he says, running over to pick them up. 

“Well so where are you!!” 

The two friends bicker, picking up and dropping flowers as they talk. Wilbur walks over to pick up the fallen ones they can't seem to hold. 

“Both of you are dropping flowers. Why do you need them anyway?'' Wilbur asks, looking at the two 10 year olds. (y/n) smiled, running up to Techno again. 

“Techy we wanna braid your hair!!” he says, smiling up at him. Tommy runs over and smacks the other upside the head. 

“YOU wanted to braid his hair! Don't drag me into this!” 

(y/n) holds his head, nearly crying. 

“Tommy, don't hit your friends!!” Wilbur says, picking up the small child. 

“Put me down Wilby!!” Tommy says, thrashing his arms and legs. 

“Did you just call me Wilby!?” 

“Maybe I did!!”

Techno looked at (y/n) as the two brothers argued. He looked up at him as well. “This is why we don't have siblings.” (y/n) nods, dropping a flower or two. 

“So, you wanted to braid my hair?” the young boy smiles. 

“Wait can i!?''

Techno sighs, nodding. He smiles, walking over to the marble bench they had. The boy sat on the bench, ushering for Techno to sit in front of him. “Ugh, kids.” 

(y/n) laughed as Techno walked over to him, sitting in front of the bench. Techno took his hair out of the loose bun it was originally in, handing him the string that was holding it together. The younger smiled, taking it and sectioning his hair to start the braid. 

Tommy and Wilbur looked over to see them. (y/n) was peacefully humming a small tune that went nowhere, while Techno had his eyes closed humming a small beat.  Tommy thrashed some more, escaping Wilbur’s grasp. He ran over to the two of them, standing next to his friend as he braided Techno’s hair. Tommy leaned over and whispered to (y/n), “can i put the flowers in?” the other chuckled, nodding his head at his friend. Tommy smiled, grabbing the flowers he had once discarded, putting them in the braid as he saw fit. 

(y/n) braided the rest of Techno’s hair while Tommy put flowers in the already braided parts. Wilbur walked over to the three and watched as they worked. The two young boys put flowers in the braid as Techno talked about his week.

“Yknow, I’ve only kicked one orphan this week. Which is very impressive for me.” Techno says, nodding to himself slightly. (y/n) laughed, thinking what he said was absurd. “Techno don't tell the children that!” Wilbur says playfully.

 “Wilbur you're literally 17, you too are a child.” Philza says, entering the garden that they were all sat at. Tommy smiled, running over to his father. “Dadza!! Look what me and (y/n) did!” he says, pulling the old man over to Techno. (y/n) was finishing up the last of the flowers, making sure the braid was tied nice and tight. He grabbed one last flower and went over to face Techno, putting it behind his ear. “Perfect!!” he says, looking at his masterpiece. 

“Look, look!” Tommy says, showing Philza Techno’s hair. “Before you say anything, I was forced into it.” Techno says, standing up from his spot on the ground. Philza laughs at his friend, Wilbur, doing the same. “He's lying dad, I saw him humming with (y/n) as she braided it.” Techno lets out a “heh” as Philza starts laughing. “Betrayal! I didnt think my own student would do me like this!”  Techno says dramatically. Tommy and (y/n) start to collect the leftover flowers as the other three argue and laugh amongst themselves. 

(y/n) sat on the ground, making flower crowns with the leftover flowers. Tommy sat next to him, watching the boy work at the crown. “How do you know how to make that?” he asked, slightly amazed at his friend's creation. He didn't look up, still working on the crown. “Papa Eret showed me! They can make lots of things! Like clothes and such.” Tommy nods, watching his friend work, trying to memorize how to do it himself. Philza saw this, coming over to see (y/n) work on the flowers. 

“What are you doing kiddo?” he asked, crouching down to (y/n)s level. He smiled, gesturing to the flowers. “I'm making a flower crown!! It's for you!” Philza smiled, chuckling. “Really? Thanks kiddo.” he nodded, finishing up the crown. Once he did, he stood up, taking a Philza’s hat and replacing it with the crown. (y/n) smiled at their creation, putting the bucket hat on to his own head. Philza smiled, thanking the young boy. 

Time went on like this till it was sundown, messing with each other and using the many flowers they had for random projects. 

“Come on (y/n) we gotta go!” Eret said, coming by the castle to retrieve the young child. (y/n) ran up to Eret, hugging him. “ zaza!!” (y/n) says, standing back slightly. Eret looked at his young kid, smiling. “Hello sweetheart! Ready to go?” (y/n) nodded, grabbing his flower crown. “Yep! Lemme say bye to Tommy first!!” the boy says, running over to his friend. (y/n) hugged the boy, who looked very agitated from the hug. “Are you coming over to my place tomorrow?” he asked Tommy, who nodded his head. “Yeah, I can bring Tubbo as well!! He should be in the village tomorrow!!'' Tommy says, adjusting his own, not as neat, flower crown. (y/n) smiled, hugging Tommy again. “Okay, see you then tommy!” 

“That kid is so sweet” “Phil, you have poor taste in children.” “says the man who kills orphans.”

Age 11:

(Y/n) sat in the forest, humming to himself as he watched the bees and animals go around the forest. It was a bit past mid day, and the young prince had been out of there sense dawn, taking in the beauty of the forest. 

He was in the village close to their kingdom, wanting to spend time outside of the castle. He loved natur, especially flowers, plants and such. He also loved animales. (y/n) loved everything about the outdoors, enjoying the peace he had that day.

Tubbo was a village boy, moving from town to town, never really having a set home. He did love traveling and being with his guardian was amazing, he just wished he had friends and a set place to stay.

Tubbo walked along the forest, following the bees that would fly around him, wondering if he was a flower or not. He followed them distractingly, reaching a clearing in the forest. He looked around to see where he was, soon realizing he was lost. He had gone too far from a recognizable area, and now didn't know how to get home. He knew Puffy would be mad at him for getting lost, but he couldn't do anything about it. He had already committed the lame chrome.

Tubbo looked around to see some sheep run away from him, along with the bees buzzing around him. He also spotted a young boy, (y/n), sitting against a tree taking in the beauty of it all. Tubbo went over to the young boy, trying to be as kind as possible, like Puffy said. 

“Hello!! I'm Tubbo! Mind if I join you?” Tubbo asks the older boy. (y/n) nodded, moving slightly to show Tubbo he could sit down next to him. Tubbo smiled, following such. “Hi, im (y/n). I haven't seen you in the village before, you new around here?” he asks, picking at the grass around him. “Yeah! Me and aunty Puffy travel a lot, so I never really stay in the same place. Have you lived here a long time?” Tubbo asks, making the young prince chuckle. “No, I live in a kingdom nearby.” Tubbos eyes glisten, he gasps. “Wait, are you the prince!??!” Tubbo asks excitedly. (y/n) nodded, not minding the question. 

“Yeah, I lived there my whole life! What's it like traveling? I rarely leave the castle so I've never explored outside this village and the kingdom.” (y/n) says, looking at the young boy. Tubbo smiles. “Well traveling could be fun, yet very lonely. I haven't had a friend in years, having had traveled so much since then. I do love seeing all the cool sights and how different villages work though!” (y/n) nodded, enjoying the interaction he was having. 

The two of them talked till it reached dawn, the sun slowly disappearing. 

“Dang, we better get going! Do you know your way back?” (y/n) asked, standing up and dusting himself off. Tubbo stood up as well. “No, I kinda got lost…” Tubbo says. (y/n) nodded, grabbing the other boy's hand, guiding him through the forest. “Well, I know the way back! I'll take ya there!”

Tubbo nodded, letting the prince guid him back to the village. They continued to talk as they went through the forest. Tubbo talked all about bees, one of the few constants in his life. 

(y/n) and Tubbo finally reached the village, it officially being dark out. Thankfully, there were lights all around, so they were still able to see and get around easily. “Damn, it's too dark to get back...dads gonna kill me.” (y/n) says, looking around. Tubbo gaps, grabbing the prince. “You can stay with me tonight!!! Sleepover!!” he says, grabbing the prince and dragging him back to the house Tubbo was staying at. “You don't have to let me stay, I can find my way back!” Tubbo shook his head, stopping. “No, we’re friends now and you're staying with me and aunty Puffy!” 

(y/n) sighed, letting the young boy take them to his home. 

It didn't take them long to reach the boys home, for it wasn't too far from where they exited from the forest. Tubbo let go of (y/n)’s hand, knocking on the door before opening it and walking inside. “AUNTY IM BACK!!'' Tubbo says, making sure Puffy knew it was him coming home.

Puffy walked out of one of the rooms, walking up to the young boy. “Oh Tubbo! You made me worried there kiddo!” Puffy says, hugging the small boy. She looked over to see the young prince, noticing him standing awkwardly in the doorway. “Oh! Tubbo, did you make a friend?” she asked, letting go of the small boy. Tubbo nodded, going over to the young boy. “This is (y/n)! Is it alright if he stays here tonight since it's too dark to go back to the castle??” Tubbo asked, latching onto his friend. Puffy gasped, looking at the two of them. “The castle???” she asked. (y/n) nodded, smiling slightly. “Yep! So..can I stay here tonight?” he asked the older lady. 

Puffy of course agreed, letting the boy stay for the night. She even offered to take him back to the castle in the morning. He declined, not wanting to burden the lady more than he already has.

Tubbo took (y/n) back to his room, showing him all the cool things he had gotten from their travels. Apparently, Puffy was a pirate captain and would travel the seas and such. She would stop at different villages to get supplies and give their nephew breaks from being at sea all the time. It was a coincidence that they had stopped at the village closest to his mothers kingdom.

“Oh oh, this ones from a neighboring kingdom!” Tubbo says. Showing the prince something from the kingdom his friend Tommy lives in. “That's the minecrafts kingdom!! I'm close friends with one of the princes! Did you like it there?” Tubbo gasps, both of them getting overly excited. “Wait, are you friends with tommy!? I met him when I was there last month!!” Tubbo says, putting down the trinket. “You know tommy!? We should all hangout sometime!!” 

Puffy heard their conversation, happy Tubbo was finally making some friends. However, they would be leaving soon and wouldn't be able to stay longer than they already are. Puffy sighed, sad that this is how things had to be.

The next day, (y/n) left back to the castle, hoping to keep in touch with Puffy and Tubbo. Tubbo was sad his friend had to go back, but still happy he had made a friend. Puffy was just sad she had to tell Tubbo they would be moving again. She couldn't stay in the same place in fear his father would catch up to them and take the boy away. 

Of course, the three boys were able to meet up. It took them several months, but once Tubbo made his way back to the village he and (y/n) met up at, they were able to make a plan to see each other. 

The three of them hit it off, immediately becoming close friends with a strong bond. 

At one point, Puffy let Tubbo stay with Tommy in his castle for a summer, allowing the three boys to see eachother once more.

Of course, this came to an end when Tubbo had to eventually leave with his aunt, leaving the two boys, who hadn't been able to hang out after tommys schedule had gotten more and more packed. 

The three of them hadn't seen each other for years, hoping one day it would go back to old, where they were just kids and were able to hang out at least once.

Age 17, present day: 

“You're gonna have to rule the kingdom soon (y/n)” Eret says, sitting down in the said childs room. (y/n) turned to him, no longer focusing on the crafts they were working on. “But I don't wanna rule the kingdom. It's just not my thing…” they say, turning to their parents. “I know I know, but there's no one else that can take over.” (y/n) nodded, turning to the flower crown they were previously working on. “I get that...i just wanna go back to a time where i could just hang out with my friends..ruling the kingdom means that time is completely over..” Eret nodes, walking over to his kid. “I know, I thought the same thing when I was younger. Though Tommy is busy with a war and Tubbo has been travelling non-stop for years, they've already changed.” they sigh. “It's been so long, they don't even know who i am anymore! The last time I saw them I was still a guy. It's just frustrating…” They get up from their seats, hugging their mother. “I just wanna see them...” 

The next day was spent learning more about their kingdom, knowing when they turn 18 it would be theirs. They sighed, reading over some of the history books their ren (another term for mother or father) had kept for all these years. They opened a new book, wanting to read the contents inside. 

They opened it to see a piece of paper fall to the ground. "Didn't think the pages were that old…" They crouched down, picking up the fallen paper. They stood up, puzzled by the page. 

"It's not from this book," they looked closer at the piece of paper, "what's lmanburg..?" They sat down, reading over it. 

Apparently, lmanburg was an old kingdom, long since destroyed. It fought for peace, and independence. Unfortunately, a small group of people went and destroyed the kingdom, leaving nothing but a pile of rubble and long forgotten ideals. 

(Y/n) looked over it once more, seeing the kingdom's location on the bottom of the page. They shot up, running to their room. 

They flung open the door, running to their desk. They throw off the unwanted items from their desk, placing the paper in its place. They sit down, opening a drawer and grabbing some paper and a pen. 

They look over the page on lmanburg one more time, then proceeding to write a letter to their old friends. 

"Dear Tommy, It's been a long time since we've talked hasn't it? There's many things we need to catch up on, but that should be saved for a later date. 

As you know, I will rule my mothers kingdom soon. I will be crowned their majesty in 1 years time, and I wanted to do something fun before then. 

I found a story on an old, destroyed kingdom called lmanburg. I wanna go visit it and maybe even bring it back to its former glory. I know it's a lot to want to accomplish in only a year, but that's all the time I have. 

I would be grateful if you could join me in this adventure I'm pursuing. Here is where we'll meet and when. I'll be asking our old pal Tubbo as well. 

I hope to see you then

                    -your old friend 

                             (Y/n)"

They did the same for Tubbo, telling him of their plan along with where/when to meet them if he agrees to come on their journey. They sighed, knowing they might have to go on this alone. Nevertheless they wrapped both letters in separate envelopes, ready to be shipped to their recipients. 

(Y/n) walked out of their room, looking around the castle for one of their few servants. 

"Are they on break right now? I can't find any of them.." They say, going down different halls to find someone who could mail the letters. 

"Oh, (y/n)! What are you looking for?" Karl asks, one of the few servants in their castle. (Y/n) sighes, happy that they finally found someone. "Karl, I need you to send these letters. You know where to find Tommy, but Tubbo will be harder to catch. Can you send them please?" They ask, handing Karl the letters. "Of course! I'll send them as soon as I'm free!"

(Y/n) thanks Karl, going back to their room. Plopping on their bed they sigh, hoping their friends would accept their invitation. 

The next day they started packing for the trip. It wasn't for another week or so, but they just wanted to be prepared. They were also kinda excited as well. 

They hadn't told Eret yet, fearing what they might say. (y/n) knows she loves them, but they had been under alot of stress as of late and didnt wanna make it worse. 

“I do need to tell them…” 

“Tell who what?” (y/n) jumped a bit, seeing Eret in the doorway. He walked in, standing by the desk. “Oh, hey..” (y/n) says, standing awkwardly by their bed. Eret looked down at the bag they were packing. He had a puzzled expression on his face. “Why are you packing? You're not running away are you!? I mean, if so, you're doing a bad job…” (y/n) sighed, closing the bag. “I'm not running away...kinda.” they say, sitting on their bed. “I was planning on going on an adventure, actually. I'm gonna rule the kingdom in a year and I wanted to do something fun before I did so..” 

Eret nodes, smiling. He goes over and sits next to their kid. “What are you planning to do on your adventure? You seem very excited for it, seeing as you've actually packed for something.`` They both laugh slightly. “Well,” (y/n) gets up, going over to their desk, grabbing the paper they had found in Eret’s old history books. They walked back over and showed Eret the paper, “there's an old old kingdom called lmanburg. Apparently it was a thriving kingdom, but one day it fell to the ground. Fascinating isn't it?” Eret reads it over, frowning slightly. “(y/n) i don't want you going to this place.” (y/n) was baffled. They didn't understand why they weren't allowed to go to this place. It was super old, it's not like anyone would still be there. It was forgotten about. 

“What do you mean? It's long forgotten and I would be bringing my friends! It's not like I'd be alone and ill prepared.” Eret sighed, standing up. “(y/n), lmanburg is a breeding ground of monsters and such, i don't want you getting hurt.” they in response stood up, coming up short to the tall person in front of them. “I know that! I've been training for years, I can handle monsters! Also, again, I won't be alone! I'd have Tommy and Tubbo with me and their great fighters!” Eret looked at them quickly.

“Tommy and Tubbo are going??” (y/n) nodded, stepping back slightly. 

“I need to contact Philza and Puffy, you're not going on this adventure and that's final!” Eret walked out of the room, dropping the lmanburg paper on the ground.

“Wait what!? Mom you can't!!” they say, walking behind their father. 

“Because, I don't want you going to that place! You're not changing my mind on this.” (y/n) slows down, completely baffled by this. They knew there was a chance they wouldn't be able to go, but they didn't think he’d act like this.

“R-ren please! I need this, I haven't seen them in so long please!!” Eret turned to them briskly. “Sweetheart, this is final. I don't want you going to that place! Stop pushing it.” Eret continues his way down the castle as (y/n) stopps in their tracks. They were shocked, really looking forward to this trip as a last resort of still being young and free from ruling.

They looked around, running back to their room. They slipped at the door, running too fast and nearly falling. They fumbled to the desk, once again grabbing paper and a pen from the desks drawers. They sit in the desk chair, fumbling with the paper and closing the drawer quickly. They quickly write a letter to Tommy and Tubbo.

They write that there would be a change of plans. Their mother wouldn't let them go to the wrecked kingdom, so they wouldn't be able to tell their parents and would have to sneak to the old kingdom.

They added more to the plan, sealing up the letters in envelopes and booking it out of their room, grabbing their bag and paper on lmanburg. They ran down the hall, making sure not to run into Eret while looking for Karl. They looked around, still not finding the man they needed.

They looked in the smaller dining hall, spotting the brunette walking towards the entrance. “Karl, Karl! Have you sent the letters yet?” they asked, walking up towards the male. “No I haven't, I actually was about to send them out now! What did you need?'' I smiled, sighing. “Oh thank god...i need those letters back, My ren won’t let me go to the old kingdom of lmanburg, and i don't want him finding out im still going…” Karl’s eyes widened. “Your lying to the king? I know their your parent but thats the KING!” (y/n) shushed Karl, taking him all the way back to their room. 

Once they arrived, (y/n) closed the door, looking at Karl. “You cannot tell my mom! I'm trusting you with this, okay? I'm going on this trip, and i need those letters back so i can deliver them myself.'' Karl steps back. “Whoa whoa whoa, you're delivering these letters alone? No no, you're going with someone on this. Maybe you could bring Niki! I know she isn't busy since there are a few other bakers in the castle!” Karl suggests, handing the old teen the letters. (y/n) considered this, knowing they should probably bring someone along.

(y/n) nodded, agreeing to bring someone with them. “Okay, I could bring Niki if she would agree to go. Promise you won't tell him I'm sneaking out?” Karl nodded. “I promise! We’ve known each other long enough for us to keep secrets for one another! Want me to go tell Niki?'' Karl asked, heading towards the door.

“Yes, tell her to meet me here at midnight. I don't want ren knowing about this at all.'' Karl nodded, smiling at the prince and heading off to go see the pink haired baker.

The teen waited, taking a nap so they were able to sneak out at night. They knew it was probably too soon to start the expedition, and that their father probably knew where to find them. They just couldn't wait any longer.

The sun was slowly falling from the horizon, getting darker and darker by the second. (Y/n) had taken their place at the window, looking at the sky getting darker and darker, the stars showing more prominently as time went on.  They sighed, looking over at their door. 

It wasn't time for the two servants to show up, but they did wish they were able to just go out and seek out lmanburg freely. It wasn't like that however, they knew they couldn't do everything they wanted, they just hoped their mother would support them in this. 

They looked back outside, letting the time pass for when they would meet up with Niki and leave the castle for a whole year. 

So there they waited. Hopefully everything went according to the new plan. 

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