The mortal who caught a gods heart (part 2)
I feel the rain soak my hair and cloths like it wised to undress me, it was sinful but felt nice, I craved the touch. I look up seeing her in a white dress, it rested a over her mid thigh as she sat in the rain, the grass around her was wet, her hair was out and rested on her shoulders hugging her. I walk closer but feel my body become heavy, she looks at me, I want to scream her eyes are black and gone blood painted her cheek, I felt rage and saw my enemy holding her eyes, her whimpers reached my ears and I felt like I was being stabbed, she screamed it was like I was bing stabbed multiple times then I fell backwards it went black. I jolt up feeling sweat coat my forehead and I see her laying in her red silk gown fast asleep, my eyes watered. I moved closer resting my chest on her back, I placed small kisses on her bare shoulder as I went to Enter twine our fingers. She moved slightly her voice was small and precious “ what’s the matter my love” I kissed her cheek and ear gently “ I had a dream my love” I felt myself break, before a god that fears not a soul only feared to loose a soul, I could bring her back from the dead but to fail her the first time would break me. She woke up more bringing me close and hums “ do not cry my love I’m here” I shake and grip her arms bring her closer as I kiss her more and more “ you were so beautiful in your dress” I sobbed my words “ you..you..you looked so beautiful in the rain why did he hurt you” her face held sadness as if she saw my dream as if her eyes were really take and she was stabbed, I felt a heat rise in my chest and my cries became more desperate “ I failed you, I failed you” she places small kisses in my bare chest and shoulders “ it was only a dream my love, you will never fail me” I hide my face In her neck and sob “ you were so beautiful my love” she gently moves her fingers through my hair, she brought me closer. Then she began to get up. I saw and heard the sky start to fall, her now in a red dress she pulls me towards the doors “ I will be beautiful for you again my love” she moves into the rain and I watch it run down her body then I see the smile I love ooo so much, she smiles reaching out as she sits on the grass “ my love “ I come closer and wipe my eyes, she pulls me down kissing me deeply and moves her fingers over my body. She smiles bring me inches away from her gorgeous face “ my love, I trust you and know you’ll protect me until this body grows old and my soul goes away. I fear nothing because I have you” I wanted to cry more. In all of history no god has ever bowed or been ruled by a mortal and here I am on my knees for her, her body grows old each day. I can see her soul at night, her body is only a vessel to a beautiful white soul a soul that will go where I can’t go. Kiss her so deeply as if it was my last day on this dreaded planet. “ even when you do grow old my love, I will sit by you till the end just know you are pure” her eyes were beautiful, I’ve seen jewels and Ruby’s but nothing compare to her. With my words I brought more life to them. When she asked the gods for a painting I only saw her dull dead eyes but now that I hold her and love her, a new light lives in her. I made the once sad soul a beautiful one. I kiss her gently “ till death “ she kisses me back “ do us part my love”
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@can-i-be-your-blue just saw ur thing lol was bored so here
Ok so like hear me out Fundy biting the reader for no reason like yk how some people bite others theyre close to just because idk i just think its cute when they suddenly go ᶜʰᵒᵐᵖ on someones neck or shoulder or something and its not even sexual and yk Fundys a fox so hed probably have lil fangs and omg im down bad
Regarding the recent news, should I keep writing C!Techno as a romantic interest? I don't want to be disrespectful, but Techno content is basically what this blog runs on at this point and I have so many drafts for him, and I also just want to keep his memory alive as much as possible. I definitely won't be writing any smut for him even though all I write is the character but I'm not sure if I should keep on with romance stuff. Please let me know what you guys think.
May the madlad rest in peace.
I wrote the majority of this quite a while ago but only just recently felt the motivation to occupy my mind and start writing again. This was originally going to include a bit of nsfw but it felt weird including that with the stuff listed above. I might make another part with the nsfw if this gets enough love. Enjoy :]
-Ok so I did some research and apparently foxes don't actually have fangs???? It's actually just their canine teeth that get mistaken for fangs a lot??? -But they still have sharp teeth so I'm gonna say that Fundy has fang-like teeth in the area of fangs boom problem solved
-He's probably insecure about his teeth, specifically his fangs -I imagine he does that cute thing where he covers his mouth with his hand when he smiles or laughs -So being able to see his teeth in general shows just how comfortable he is with you -Imagine the comfort level he's at when he willingly gives you a love bite
It's never a surprise when Fundy comes home tired and ready to pass out in your arms. Whether it be a run-in with his father, people overworking him, him overworking himself, or just being tired, you had grown to be ready to cuddle him soon as he got home. Even if he wasn't super tired, it's nice to cuddle with your lover so he never complains too much.
Today was one of the bad days for Fundy. Soon as he walked into the house you could tell. Ears down, tail practically tucked between his legs, eyes watery and ready to spill at any moment.
As much as you loved cuddling with him, you always hoped he'd come in lively and excited. You could handle going without cuddles if it meant he was happy, but the poor boy was anything but that at the moment and was in dire need of comfort.
You speed walked over to him as quickly as possible, gently putting a hand on his back and guiding him to your shared bedroom. You pulled a blanket aside just enough to fit the two of you and gently bring him to a laying position facing you and you wrap your arms around him.
You run a hand through his hair, "Do you want to talk about it baby?"
He lets out a soft whimper but nods his head nonetheless.
"Work?" He shakes his head. "A person in specific?" He hums. "Schlatt?" "no..." "Tubbo? Tommy?"
"Wilbur?" He whimpers again, the indication that you needed.
It was always awful when he bumped into Wilbur in one of his moods. Your words didn't have as much of an affect as Wilbur's words did no matter how much more true they were. All you could to was repeat constant validations and play with his hair until he fell asleep and he woke up in a better mindset.
He nuzzled into your neck, sighing in content as his tears seemed to calm down for the moment.
"Are you hungry? Thirsty? Do you want to watch a movie? I can help out with work if you w- Ow!" Fundy immediately recoiled as soon as the exclamation left you mouth, "Sorry!" The guilty look on his flushed face wasn't one you could possibly be upset at though.
You chuckled, "If you wanted me to shut up you could have just asked, but I'm not complaining. It didn't hurt, it was just surprising" You pull him back against your body and his ears perk up a bit. He bites down onto your shoulder again. Surprisingly there was very little pain as he tried to not break skin.
"You're so cute Fundy, you really deserve the world." You sigh out as you continue playing with his hair, his tail starting to wag softly.
He probably was too nervous until that day to bite you because from that day on, no matter his mood, he always tried to sneak up on you and bite your shoulder. In fact, catching you off guard usually brightened his mood so you couldn't be mad about it.
And every morning if he was awake before he thought you were awake he would bite your shoulder in an attempt to gently wake you up.
God you hated his father for what he's done, but man did he contribute into an amazing part of your relationship.
Hello! I want to say that your works are amazing! I love the little details you include into the stories and how you make the original request even better then it was! I'm also here to request, if you dont mind! Can I request a male reader with vitiligo in his skin and hair with Philza, Techno & Tommy? It's a disease that creates bloches of your skin to lose pigment and color to appear lighter then your original skin color! Or hair color too in this case. You are welcome to ignore/delete this I'd you happen to be busy, and one last kudos to your work before I end up typing more then needed lol.
Thank you so much for the kind words and thank you even more for the patience. This isn't as long as i'd like it to be but I'm still getting back into the groove of writing, I hope you like it :}
Philza and Techno x Male Reader with Vitiligo (No pronouns mentioned)
-I feel like anything that makes you 'different' from the average person is the stuff he likes the most -If you're willing to see past the things that he hates about himself and call him pretty he's just at willing, maybe even more willing, to praise your differences -If anyone says otherwise he can and will beat them.
-The fact that you are two guys makes him even more defensive and protective of you
-He loves clothes that show off a bit of skin -Not hornie, he just likes being able to see the gorgeous markings on your skin if you're comfortable wearing that kind of clothes
-There's probably been times where he mistakes parts of the pattern on your skin as scars when taking just a quick glance at you. -He's seen the people in the DreamSMP and how their scars can look, he's scared that one day the same might happen to you.
-He has children, he probably knows how to do hair and uses that to appreciate your hair if it's not very easy to see the blotches of different color -If you want to dye your hair he'll be a little sad -But he'll make sure you know that your natural hair is nice, but if you're happy expressing yourself he's happy
-Makes sure you almost never feel insecure about your vitiligo -He will always be right there to comfort you if comments from other people or the voices in your hair become too much -So many compliments and praises about how handsome you are and how strong you are for being able to power through
-He loves the days where he can just lay in bed with you and just get a good, long, look at you -It doesn't matter how many times he's done it, he will always be infatuated with how gorgeous you are.
-If you're having trouble sleeping he is willing to stay awake until you fall asleep and softly trace the shapes across your body -He already doesn't usually fall asleep before you, no harm in helping your sleep in the process -And when the two of you wake up he kisses any/all spots of different color on your face
-Good vibes all around
-He could care less that you have vitiligo -It's not life threatening or contagious so he doesn't really mind it -But once you two get closer, ohoho, he just find everything about you amazing -Especially your cool skin and hair -But he will never admit this stuff
-You get to gently caress his skin when looking for and taking care of any injuries, it's only fair he gets to do the same -It's def just an excuse to get a closer look and all the little details on your skin. Vitiligo or not, he loves it.
-He refuses to spar with you in fear of bruising or hurting you -No matter how much you try to convince him that it's fine he will never try to spar you upon his own will -If he ever does hurt you he refuses to forgive himself for it and tries his best to make sure you don't get any permanent marks
-Unless it's his family he will severely harm anyone who dares to speak bad about you -If it is his family he'll give them a very stern talking to with axe in hand -But usually if this person treats you like you're below them, he will make sure they know that the two of you are high above them
-He doesn't like pda, but if he's feeling extra good or extra protective he will lace a hand with yours -He'll give you the suggestion of playing with his rings and only then will he continue with his plot to trace the shapes on your hand
-"Accidentally" stays up too late just to be able to look at you -He is just infatuated with you, every tiny thing makes him fall more and more in love
-It just gets cuter and cuter the closer you two get
totenkopfe ❤
[Gender-neutral]
[900+ words]
Description: Being a god is hard when you're not the one with power. As you ponder this, a certain god comes to chat. (Dream x Reader)
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{《☆》}
You spread your fingers wide, feeling the familiar curls of magic spread over your mortal form, encompassing it in more power than a normal mortal could handle. The withering grape vines held delicately in your hands come back to life, bright green leaves embued with your power blessing whoever decided to use them with the finest wine for years to come.
And as it always did when you used your magic to save your lifeblood, another god came to see who was messing with his.
"You again," Dream said, their mask fixed over their pointed nose, ever-calm and regal. "This is the fifth time this hour?"
"These are new and they are so weak. I must save their vineyard, they supply my biggest followers." You cast another hand to a few weak vines, thumbing a crumbling leaf between your fingers as it's too far gone death decays once more. "The nation is suffering from X-dee's happiness, for it has not stormed in many a night. If this goes on even the child cannot sing these plants better."
"I suppose that is true," The overseer of death looks upon the rows of decaying life and they sigh. They lift their own hand above yours, resting softly on top of yours as he pushes his magic into the air. For all the mortals' cries, Dream is not the god of death. He is the overseer and he is the judge but he is still fair and he is kind. The plant hums beneath your finger, back to life easier than it's known in weeks. "The mortals do not deserve your kindness, O'estatic one. They are greedy and one day they will mark their own end."
"And one day, albeit far later than theirs, so will we," You flip your hand to press your palm to his, sharing the most emotions in the easiest way godhood allowed. "We are not all-lasting as Chaos or Order, we are simply here as long as humans will it so. And not all humans are thieves or scoundrels, and not all thieves are scum amongst angels. As most humans are, I've found them to be complex."
You turn to your plants, sighing as you trail a vine. "Such fickle things, letting such irrationality guide their lives for so long, letting fear and indecisiveness plague their thought when if they thought to ration, would find people do not simply hate them for breathing. For what reason for plants if not humans to enjoy them, a fine wine such as the ones we lay to be created may never be tasted and appreciated because the right person decided for everyone else that nobody wanted them. I find that they are horrible things, but not for their own vile acts, but for the ones coming from a wrongfully good place."
"I haven't had such time to think like that," Dream admits, coming to your side. Here, so close to you, he tips the mask back from his face. Such opposing foes as yourselves, to think of each other as so close. Their lips are parted ever so slightly, his gaze focused on nothing as his mind runs.
"I only ever have time," You sigh, fixing the gold bands on your wrists. "You run a kingdom, I run a vineyard. Time is not something you come about sparingly, not without reason."
"So what is your reason?" Dream turns to you, his human-like freckles standing out amongst pale skin. It was always ironic to you, how someone who looked so human was so disconnected from them. The thought never lingered long, drowned out by prayers from newly-wed wives asking to be blessed with child or for drunkards for the best wine, sometimes even from the occasional person questioning their gender and pleading for advice from the god known as their patron. "Surely a god as kind as you would have loyal followers."
You shake your head ruefully. "The drought has either killed them all away or shown the ones whose faith had always been waivered. When I showed no help in ending it, even if only for it being out of my control, they had chosen their stance and switched patronage." Now your time was filled with visiting your still loyal followers, as few and far in between as they were. Laying small blessings upon the bastard child's head for green thumbs and fixing a quick wine for the laboured mother who wished for a break.
Dream frowned, emotions so humane they were written like scriptures upon his face and detailed in his eyes curve and forehead wrinkles. "I apologize, O'estatic one. I had not thought of how the drought might've affected the ones still based here."
"It is my hometown," You shake your head even if Dream does not understand the meaning behind your words. "Perhaps I was not raised here but my mother's blood spilt on these holy grounds for me to be born godly. I will bless these as my home for as long as the land remains."
"I'm aware," Dream shakes his head although he does not argue. Fixing a gentle stare over the vineyard, he extends his arm to you. "Our work has been done for today though. Come for a visit to my kingdom. It has been a while since our last dinner."
"Alright," You place your hand gently on his forearm and like a godly voice had not saved these plants, disappeared within a gentle breeze of wind.
{《☆》}
[YOOOOOO I'm tired but I literally can't sleep lol I just watched ranboo's phasmophobia stream with bilzo and this one long af dnd video with Slmcc and I'm basically on the equivalent to drugs rn (/j)]
[I really don't have anything to say except my back freaking hurttsssss]
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Sunshine ❤
[Gender-neutral]
[1069 words teehee]
Description: You, a fae of the seelie court, meets a dragon-kin with horns that shine like gold. (Technoblade x GN!Reader)
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{《☆》}
You are a protector of a hidden spring and secret entrance to the Faerie Realm, hand chosen by Queen Titania of the Seelie court and accepted by the old Queen Mab of the Unseelie court. You had trained since your youth, since before you had gotten the gift of wings, to become a high-rank fae in the court. You were now, though still youthful in the eyes of the court, with a strong connection to Life that granted you a thumb greener than a dryad and your magic it's own boost.
After many years of trickery for it, your position is often one filled with quick, sword drawn fights, ending in adventurers' heads laying at your feet, staining the blessed lands with their sinful blood. It is an honour, truly it is, to defend such a vulnerable point.
... However, it does sometimes get boring. You haven't had the option of stealing a name in decades and the only fae who greet you also leave within seconds. The routine had gotten too common place, too repetitive. It would ruin everything you had worked towards to give up your post so soon, especially with the high expectations from the courts, but some moments you found yourself considering it.
And blessed be by Fate, the ground rumbled with something ferocious. The cave shook and trembled, not crumbling with its blessing but shaking nonetheless and it was exhilarating. Finally, a moment of excitement. How could the might creature outside not be for you to cleanse your boredom when it come at such a convenient time.
With quick hands you grab your bow and head out of the cave. There is no sun here, not with the thick enclove of trees that hide your world from the masses. As you walk, a dragon-kin greets you. Large horn-like antlers on their head, glittering like gold. Their scales ripple down, a sunset pink that rests soft against their pale human skin.
They do not stumble or stutter in their step when they see you, just come to a smooth stop a good few feet in front of you. "Which court are you from?"
"Seelie," You answer, pleasently surprised by the question.
"May the sun shine upon you," The dipped their head, a sign of respect that had you fluttering your wings-pleased. They fix their braid, tucking pieces of hair behind their ear. "I seek refuge in the fairyland, if I may have the honor."
It's with a happy grin that you nod, "Of course. Your people are our allies, refuge is but a small gift." Gesturing for him to follow, you turn back towards the cage. Truth be told your people haven't had to accept a dragon-kin in ages for they were too strong to need refuge. For one of them to ask now, you were sure he was going to bring excitement to the world!
"So," he started, trailing off a bit. "It's a nice cave you've got here... very roomy."
You snort despite yourself, the cave can be described in many ways but never, ever in your experience, as "roomy". The dragon-kin smirks, looking awfully chuffed with himself. "Our hidden entrances are small for a reason, dragon-kin. They are meant to be hidden."
"Fair point," They huff, trails of smoke following despite the relatively high tempatures of the day. "You can call me Techno, by the way."
"Not a real name, I assume," You grinned, looking back over your shoulder with a sharp-toothed grin. "It's rather foolish to do so, if you did."
"Nickname," He shrugs, not bothered as Techno bares their own friendly little sharp-toothed grin. "Is there something I can call you?"
"Humans refer to me as an Anchor so I've recently taken to it as a nickname," You set your bow against the cave's side, hand coming up to rest upon the overgrowth that cascades the rest of the cave. You pull it aside and wait for Techno to duck around you. "But you can call me whatever you please."
Their chest rumbles with a chuckle, in a way so unfamiliar to you and yet you crave it all the same. "If that's the case than you can do the same."
"I think I might," You laugh back, although a part of you is curious just how far you could that the name game. As you yourself pass through the vines, your beautiful home lay in wait. The entrance you guard over comes to a popular area in the kingdom, close to the heart of the capital mostly filled with shops but densely filled all the same.
"Welcome, Sunray," You rest your hands on your hips, a proud smile as you overlook the kingdom and its citizens you protect proudly and would resolutely die for. "Just don't eat anything people give you." They'd snatch Techno up the second they could and if he ate anything you couldn't stop them.
"I wouldn't come here unprepared," His golden horns glitter in the lights, your own personal drop of sun. His words are oddly skirting around blunt words, something you hadn't initially thought the dragon would try. "I've read my fair share about fae before coming here."
You smile at the self-confidence, knowing that if you truly craved his soul he'd be dancing until his feet bled dry in a fairy circle by now. "Careful, sunshine, us faeries do like the sun but you forget some would rather snuff it out in favour of eternal moon. A special few here wouldn't see the difference between you and the sun."
Techno's lips quirk up at the thought, as if it amused him more than scared him. "That'd prove a problem for them, I've been told I'm a tough one to kill."
"For your sake I hope that's true." And for some odd reason, maybe it's the willingness he accepts the nickname or just your oddly eager adoration, but you link your hand through his. Techno lets you tug him along to get another guard to watch your station, grinning when you carry him to fly past evening traffic. You know now, with the prettiest drop of sun hanging from your arms, that your boredom was the best thing that ever happened to you.
"Go faster!" Techno yells, looking so very pleased. You push yourself for the giggles that leave him, like honey to your ears.
{《☆》}
[YE ALL DRAGONFUCKERS COME HITHER OR SOME OTHER SHAKESPEAREAN BULL IDK IM DOING A ROMEO AND JULIET THING FOR ENGLISH AND ITS STUPID]
[Okay I only realized I didn't post this halfway through my Dream God post <the one I'm gonna post in like an hour idk>]
[Anyways guess whose brothers birthday is tommorow (today?) I do not have a gift. I only have my little pogchamps and you guys aren't tradeable. :(]
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Obsessed ❤
Request by @/leaf_2008 on Wattpad: "Can you do another fundy x male reader but they're both obsessed with each other?"
[He/him]
[1300+ words]
Description: You and Fundy live in DryWaters. The Emerald Duo come by for a less than friendly visit.
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{《☆》}
"I don't want you hanging around Y/N anymore," Fundy said, dead serious as he stared down Quackity. "He's mine."
Quackity's brows furrowed, "You can't restrict who Y/N hangs out with. Kinda possessive." It was obvious Fundy didn't care, the fox simply staring at him like they could see his soul. "Whatever. You can stop me from doing shit."
Fundy let them walk away, knowing that as they hurriedly strode away, he wouldn't have to worry about Quackity trying to steal you.
'Y/N's mine,' he thought bitterly. Fundy wasn't letting anyone touch his gem like that. Quackity had gotten too comfortable with you, forgetting his own fiances when he flirted shamelessly. Fundy wasn't afraid to remind anyone who you belonged to.
Rolling his shoulders, Fundy started towards the nether portal. You were off in Dry Waters, helping with construction, so that was where Fundy had to be.
You were technically Dry Waters only citizen after Niki and Ranboo left. And despite that, you had taken it upon yourself to work hard to build up the shadow of a town. Fundy loved how determined you were to help. And the look on your face when you concentrated on construction plans for too long, then you'd look up at him when you noticed him finally with joy lighting up your eyes and Fundy would melt slightly and agree to get anything you needed without hesitation.
Call him a simp, he was gladly one for you.
He let out a relaxed sigh as he entered the temporary house you two shared. Just like he knew you would be, you sat at your desk scribbling down at a piece of paper. You twisted the pen between your fingers, distracted by ideas so heavy that you didn't notice Fundy approaching.
He carefully approached, reaching around to situate himself before he relentlessly started tickling under your ribs. You squealed in shock, rolling back and twisting away from the deadly hands.
"Stop! Pff-! No-!"
There was a panicked moment when you shoved him off of you and he went careening to the floor. But you just laughed harder as Fundy sat up slowly.
"I hate you," Fundy pouts, leaning back on his palms. His ears flick at you, you just giggle at him. "No you don't."
Fundy exaggeratedly frowned, drawing out a dramatic sigh. "You're right, I don't."
You stand up and walk over to him, snuggling up to him. He shifts slightly as you lean on him, a smitten smile on his lips. Fundy wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you even closer. "How have things been here, darling?"
"Fine," you hum noncommittedly. Closing your eyes, you settle against him. "I've missed you here. It's been forever."
Fundy chuckles fondly, a small, satisfied purr rumbling in his throat. "It's been three hours max."
Humming, you twist to face him. "Three hours too long."
Fundy melts under your stare, rubbing circles into your hips. Unable to stop himself, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "I missed you too," he softly admits.
"Now who's the clingy one?" You tease, voice quiet in the soft atmosphere he created. Either way, you press your foreheads together and just breathe it in. Things have been hard lately, Dry Waters wasn't an easy project and you're a one-man team. Breaks were a luxury you've yet to have. At least, you never take any when Fundy isn't here.
The silence was good. It was comfortable when he was there to hold you and when Fundy's chest would rumble with barely-there purrs or when he'd pull you impossibly closer and press you into his chest and hold you like the rest of the world would decay if you weren't in his arms.
Fundy took your face in his hands, his cold fingers brushing your cheeks gently. He held you like you were his entire world. Your eyes flutter shut and you hold his hand as it caresses your face. There was something different about the world when Fundy held you like this. It softened, the colours were lighter and it seemed like everything except for Fundy just blurred and went away.
It was only him and you. Together. In each other's arms because there was no place you'd rather be.
You opened your eyes slowly as the distant noise of footsteps came closer. Fundy didn't seem to notice, fully focused on tracing invisible lines across your cheeks. "Fundy, cmon, up. Someone's here."
He blinked, frowning as you tried getting up. "Just tell them to go away." Then, he pulled you closer again. You could only barely keep yourself from falling back into another world with him.
"Fundy, I can't tell them to go unless you let me up."
Sighing, he relaxed back and let you go. Brushing off dirt from your pants, you walk over towards the entrance. Someone had already let themselves in because the door was wide open. A bit foolish of Fundy to keep it unlocked but whatever, it was probably just Niki or Ranboo. Maybe even HBomb. They all knew they were welcomed in your home.
HBomb might even be in his cat maid outfit and you finally get to witness him torturing Fundy live. That would be the highlight of your day
"Hello? Where'd you go uh-, Niki? No, Niki would have better manners. HBomb? Yeah, that sounds- oh..."
Technoblade and Philza stood in your living room, examining the objects strewn across the room with a critical eye. They turned to you, their swords out. Now, you were definitely the most skilled in building but you've fought before and you've fought well. Turning slightly, you pull your own sword out.
"Why are you here?" You demanded. Normally you'd have better manners. But also normally, people didn't break into your home. You glanced back at where Fundy was waiting for you. He'd come to find you if you were any louder so, quieter, you asked again. "What do you want?"
Technoblade frowned down at you, intimidating even as he stood hunched over himself awkwardly. Philza took a step forward, his palms raised in the air as you pointed your sword at him. "We need to talk to Fundy, mate. So could you go get him?"
Technoblade scowled at you, so you glared right back. "No. What do you want with him?"
"It's none of your business." Technoblade gruffly said, his grip on his sword tight. "Go get him."
You scoff. "He's my husband. His business is my business."
Philza took a step back, obviously startled at the news. "His-? When did he get married?"
"After you pricks blew up L'Manburg. We decided to tie the knot before it got too late." You frown at him. glancing back at the hybrid who just stared judgementally. "Now, why do you want to talk to him."
"I want him to stop messing around by my house." Technoblade cut in before Philza could, his red eyes glinting dangerously. "The next time I see him, I will kill him."
"Techno," Philza warns, glancing between the two of you. He sighs, "We do want him to stop coming over. He's not exactly welcome after... well, you know."
"I'll tell him. Now go. If I see you around him I will kill you." You stiffly say, watching as Philza's wings puff up slightly. Technoblade just scoffs as he makes his way towards the door.
"Like you could kill me."
Narrowing your eyes, you tug at your memory. "Careful, Tᒷᓵ⍑リ𝙹ʖꖎᔑ↸ᒷ, don't act like the voices haven't already warned you of me."
He stiffens slightly before he scoffs again. Philza pushes him forward and out the door, glancing back at you before he leaves. "Make sure to tell him."
Locking the door behind them, you turn back to the living room. Reaching the area where they stood, between the couch and the coffee table, you reached down to where they stuck the bug. Crushing the metal between your fingers, you made your way back to your office.
Fundy was dozing off, leaning back against the floor. You sighed, letting go of the tension that had coiled in your chest and you drop down next to him. Instantly, he throws his arm over you and pulls you close.
You'd do anything to protect this. To protect him. Anything at all.
{《☆》}
[Go get food and water. Sleep if it's later than 10pm for you and you don't have any work.]
[Also I now have a side blog @thek1ngtalks where I post updates and sneak peeks! Go give me clout ily all]
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Masterlist
Master List
Requests Are Open. Anons welcome. Taglists coming soon.
Key List:
💛 = platonic
❤ = romantic
💜 = romantic or platonic
💚 = small mini-posts on my alt
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About me
Michael and His Three Platonic Dads 💛
(699 words lol)
(Any but you are referred to as Dad)
Description: You are just a regular streamer that gets roped into the BeeDuo Family.
[Read the rest under the cut]
You chewed on your pop tart, scrolling through Twitter. Things were a bit random today, with people mentioning you in a bunch of random pictures of a baby piglin. Maybe your brand was built off of your piglin-esque skin but that didn't mean you wanted your fans tagging you in every tweet mentioning the piglin they named 'Micheal.
As you scrolled through them all, you found a tweet that mentioned how this all started.
"RandomTwitterAcc @doesntexistthisisfanfic
Ranboo and Tubbo adopting Michael and then everyone just forcing @ogpiglin into the role of third father is everything"
You raise a brow. You've heard about your fellow minors who stream minecraft before. They'd gotten insanely popular, so of course you had. But you've never interacted with them before.
It's just your luck that the first time you do, it's because the fandom is forcing you to adopt their piglin child, Michael, too.
Honestly? You've had worse introductions to people. When you had first met Georgenotfound, it was going against him in chess and trash talking him the whole time.
You're friends now, but thrashing someone in a game that's being broadcasted to thousands isn't always taken well. You're just lucky that the stans didn't come after you for it.
You did have a stream in thirty minutes, maybe you could make it apart of your stream to tweet about Michael. You could "officially" adopt him while on stream. That'd probably be good enough content before you got to your actual content. Which you still hadn't decided between an old lucky block mod with interactive chat or joining random fan's realms. Decisions, decisions.
{《☆》}
In the end, lucky blocks had been too tempting. Who wouldn't want to relieve the nostalgia of their childhood?
Of course though, you had already mentally promised yourself to address the whole baby piglin situation. (And likely add gasoline to the flames)
"Hey chat!" You exclaimed loudly, the soft noise of Pigstep playing as your intro music. Chat was a mix of "hi" and "ba ba ba ba" with a few mentions of Michael. "How are you all doing today?"
You hummed along to Pigstep as you chat responds. You glance over donos and chucklewhen you realize a majority are about Michael. Yeah, it's best to get over with it.
"Alright guys! Before we get into playing Minecraft, I want to do something fun." You grin mischievously at the camera. It's not an expensive camera, nor is the rest of your set up, but it's been with you since you started streaming last year and you've gotten attached. Chat even named it a multitude of things, although the one they commonly use is nugget.
Maybe it's your fault for wrapping it in gold wrapping paper for Christmas. The name "gold nugget" just caught on and then nugget was founded. It's shorter but honestly, you've taken to calling it, lovingly, a piece of shit.
"We are going to officially adopt that one baby piglin from the Dream smp, Michael, on Twitter. Because why wouldn't we want to break Twitter?"
Chat enthusiastically cheered you on. Your mods were probably half-way close to putting it in money mode, but you just laughed and pulled up Twitter.
Techno stans me @ogpiglin
Everyone wants me to, so now I'm adopting Michael. @Ranboosaystuff and @TubbosLive we are all now Michael's dads.
{《☆》}
You giggled, almost drunkenly, a few hours later. It was almost 3am, but you were having a lot of fun. Glancing over at chat, something you hadn't done in a while, you realize chat was excitedly yelling about Tubbo and Ranboo being in chat.
"Oh?" You raise an eyebrow to chat. "Apparently my fellow dads are in chat."
"Welcome!" You spin in your chair, flinging your hands into the air before you wobbily clutch your desk to stop a few seconds later. "I should probably vip you two. Give me a second... and done!"
Instantly, the duo spams "check discord".
Getting the message to check discord, you pull it up to see a pair of friend requests from them. Accepting instantly, you send a quick "hi".
A bit awkward. Especially since you're suddenly being roped into helping them raise Micheal in the dsmp.
{《☆》}
[I found a photo from late 2020 that reminded me that my cavetown obsession was so unhealthy that I had been in their top 1% on spotify. Twas the good ol' days, sigh.]
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Simp 💜
(He/him pronouns)
(Trans male reader)
(500+ words]
Description: You're having a dysphoric day and it gets worse when you realize you're on your period. You get on a call with Tommy who helps make you feel better.
[Read the rest under the cut]
{《☆》}
You rolled out of bed, your head spinning as you stood. Picking up your phone off your pillow, you hobbled off to the bathroom.
"Ew," You mutter to yourself, staring at the face that seems so unfamiliar to you. Squinting, you ignore the way your lips pursing distastefully made you look more feminine.
Sitting down, you realize why you feel so shitty. You're on your period.
"As if today couldn't get worse," You bitterly grimace. Your binder helped a little, but even that couldn't wash away the painful cramps that reminded you of your past.
Sitting at your desk, you considered life for a moment. A light bulb in your head goes off as you consider the pros and cons of putting yourself in a coma.
If someone distracted you, you wouldn't have to deal with the problems in your life (until later).
You are a genius.
Pulling up discord on your phone, you pull up the one contact that's already helped you like this before.
Tommy.
It hardly rings for a few seconds before he picks up. You always loved that about him. No matter what, he'd pick up your calls. And quickly too.
It was a bit troublesome when once you called during a math test and he picked up anyways. It was instinctive and the teacher had spotted it quickly. You both got in trouble that day.
"Hey, what's up!"
"Tom, I need you to distract me." You pleaded. And like he always has and always will, he agreed. Tommy didn't even need to be told about what. It wasn't important to him. He would listen if you wanted him to though.
"I am streaming through, Y/N," Tommy noted. You flushed instantly.
You weren't on most (if any) of Tommy's streams. And, through some sort of divine luck, you've never interrupted one before.
"Oh," You nervously laugh. "Sorry. I can go if-,"
"You're fine, Y/N," Tommy assured, his voice gentle. "Chat isn't as important as you."
You giggled, embarrassed and slightly red. "Thanks, Tom."
"Anytime, Y/N."
{《☆》}
And, unlike a majority of Tommy's streams, the stream was full of quiet chatter to fill the silence and no over-exaggerated yelling. You only had to talk if you wanted to. He kept talking enough for the both of you.
It was peaceful. You didn't let your mind wander to anything because each time Tommy was there to talk about Minecraft blocks or mobs or any number of random things.
When the cramps caused you to silently suffer, Tommy would make jokes until your stomach issues were about laughing too hard. He was as sweet as possible, even with his reputation on the line.
Eventually, two hours had passed and you felt so much better. Tommy always made you feel better. "Hey Tom, can you end stream?"
"Sure," He readily agreed, taking a minute to say goodbye before he spoke up again. "What's up?"
"Thank you." It was honest. Tommy was amazing and you were so grateful for him. "You're incredible."
Tommy smiled at his camera, the sweet as honey smile that only you got to see. "Anything for you."
"I love you." You said. It was true. How could you not when he did so much for you.
Tommy laughed softly. "I love you too."
{《☆》}
["I love you" can be platonic so please, take this as you will. He is a simp either way lol. A (only) platonic Tommy post will come out tomorrow around 6pm bst. But anyways go read my EretxM!Reader post because for some reason no one has seen it lol.]
[L0v3, k1ng]
My King ❤
(He/him pronouns)
(Realistic dsmp)
(1800+ words)
Description: You finally get assigned to King Eret's private guard. Things go well until you start developing a small crush on his majesty.
[Read the rest under the cut]
{《☆》}
"Y/N," Sir Oliver, your commanding officer, called you over. His dark brown eyes looked you over, making you straighten up in your stiff salute. "I'm assigning you onto King Eret's guard duty for the week."
"Yes sir." You replied, staring over his shoulder. They narrowed their eyes at you before they nodded. "I expect a good report when I arrive next Monday."
"Of course sir," You promise. This was a big game-changer for you. Only the best got assigned to King Eret's protective detail. If you managed to keep him alive from the weekly attempts on his life, the raise would be enough to pay for your little brother's hospital bills. "I won't let you down."
Sir Oliver looked back at you, their eyes softer. "I know you won't."
Grinning at your mentors back, you couldn't wait to tell Dean when you visited him tonight.
{《☆》}
"Have you ever met the king before?" Spencer asked curiously. They had done guard duty with you a few times before, protecting the lower levels of the kingdom. They were younger than you too, barely a few months shy of 19 with big brown eyes and even bigger dreams. "I mean, I've never done anything higher than middle-high but you've been here longer than me."
"No, King Eret's guard is a very special assignment. They don't let just anyone go with the king." You explained, rounding the corner of the training grounds. Morning laps were such a pain.
Spencer nodded. They tilted their head as they considered something silently. "I'm gonna join King Eret's personal guard one day."
Chuckling, you nodded along. He probably will one day. The kid had so much determination that you'd be surprised if he didn't.
As you both crossed the end, where a few others were already waiting, you considered where you were going. A lot of people didn't make the cut for the personal guard, so those who did ended up staying until someone better was found. Would this weekly assignment turn permanent?
There wasn't much time to think about this. You were heading off towards the main hall where the rest of the personal guard awaited you. The walk was shorter than you would've liked, with quick and easy pathways to get there.
"Y/N," A female soldier greeted you, they were likely your temporary commander. "Welcome to Eret's Eight."
"Glad to be here, ma'am," You replied holding the door open for her to walk in first. "What's Eret's Eight?"
"It's what we call ourselves," She chuckles to herself. "Eight of us guard Eret so it's pretty self-explanatory. Also, don't call me "ma'am". It's too formal. Call me Sara."
"Alright, Sara." You smile weakly at her. It's hard to crush the part of you that wants to please, but you push it down. "So, where's King Eret."
"He's eating breakfast in the dining hall. Which is where the rest of Eret's Eight is."
{《☆》}
Sara was nice. She explained what she could on the walk. It made it easier. Less pressure building upon your shoulders. Being in the castle just provided a more relaxing feeling, you suppose.
With the soft lanterns hanging up, and the aesthetically appealing vines that likely got trimmed daily. The plain, stone walls were offset with the amount of colour the rest of the castle brought. With multi-coloured flags hanging everywhere and silly flamingos randomly set up.
It felt homey.
It reminded you of when Dean was younger and decided to redecorate the entire apartment when his babysitter was sleeping. Things were clashing horribly and items were put away in too tight boxes that likely would've caused them to burst if you hadn't gotten home when you did. And maybe all of it was ugly, but you'd never seen Dean more proud or your home more lived in.
The babysitter was still fired and Dean was grounded despite that.
Straightening up, you got ready to finally meet King Eret. The king who had supposedly played an active part in turning the tides against L'Manburg. Dean was a big fan...
King Eret was laughing as his guards shared smiles. The king's smile was pretty, you absentmindedly noted. With perfect white teeth and a dimple on his right side, he seemed so much more real than the legends made him seem.
"Hey! Eret!" Sara called out. She placed a hand on your shoulder and pushed you forward. When you regained your footing, the king and his men were staring at you. "This is Y/N, he's the new recruit this week."
"Oh, hello!" King Eret's smile was directed at you, a small little grin that made his whole face light up. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N."
Your heart stuttered in your chest. It was strange. You had never had to deal with this before, the feeling of your heart beating out of your chest.
"It's good to meet you too, your majesty." You awkwardly nodded.
"Oh, no. None of that. Just call me Eret."
"But-?"
Sara pulled your attention towards her. "It's better not to argue. We all end up doing it in the end."
"Alright, your-, Eret..." You corrected yourself. The king chuckled softly, not mocking but still making you flush.
"I'm sure you'll do amazing here."
{《☆》}
"So?" Spencer asked. "What's the big deal? Why are you all mopey?"
"The king is attractive," You complain, fixing the tight armour straps. "I didn't sign up for him to be pretty."
Spencer laughed at you. Their baby face was ridiculously younger when they laughed. "I mean, most royals are. And you signed up to protect him, looks shouldn't affect that."
"Spencer!" You whined, pouting at him. "It's not fair. He has such a pretty smile, and laugh, and-,"
"I get it, Y/N." Spencer giggled. "Why don't you talk to him if you like him so much?"
"He's the king, Spence. If I flirt with him and he gets annoyed, he could have me beheaded."
Spencer rolled his eyes, grinning up at you. "Good. Then I won't have to hear your love-struck rambling."
"I see how it is," You pout. "When you start fumbling over your words with Derek I'll just watch and laugh."
"You're so mean."
"Wha-? You started it!"
"Y/N?" Someone spoke up behind you. Spinning around, you found Sara smiling at you. "You were assigned to night duty tonight."
"Of course, ma'am, I'll be out in a second." You nod.
"Sara," She corrects. They pause halfway out the door, glancing back at you. "And also, Eret's not against the idea of a man in the sheets."
You splutter indigenously, face flushed with heat. Spencer and Sara laugh and you are left to be the one embarrassed.
{《☆》}
"Y/N," King Eret greets with a smile, warm and practically full of sugar. They looked so peaceful in their light blue nightgown. It made his eyes pop, you noted as you situated yourself by the balcony. Stephen and Mira had taken the outside, leaving you to privately protect the king alone. "It's so good to see you."
Suddenly, what Sara had said earlier crossed your mind. Unable to meet his eyes, you nodded. "It's good to see you too, your, er-, Eret."
"I feel like you just like calling me that now." Eret chuckled. He gave a teasing little grin. "Your Eret."
Laughing nervously, you scratched at your neck. It was more than slightly embarrassing. Glancing up, your eyes met the king's, who softly stared at you with stars in his eyes. You felt your stomach flutter.
Coughing and staring down at your feet, you tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. "You should probably sleep, Eret." You glanced up when the king sighed. "I'll protect you the entire night."
"I know you will," Eret said softly, his voice sweet as honey and mixed with a layer of something hard to imagine. It almost sounded like want.
Flushing, you straightened up. It was your duty to defend King Eret and flirting was just distracting you.
{《☆》}
The night passed with little fanfare. You watched the world with a careful eye, wary to protect the king. They slept soundly, not a care in the world. Eret looked so peaceful lying there, but you tried not to stare.
When he woke up, your eyes met and he sleepily blinked at you before smiling. "Good morning." Eret shifted and beckoned you closer. He took your hand and stood up, not letting go as he wandered over to his wardrobe
Turning around, you let go of Eret's hand. You were blushing heavily, knowing that King Eret was changing right behind you. Fiddling with the bracelet Dean had given you, it was quite a few minutes of Eret's humming as you stared at nothing.
"Alright, we can go now."
As you were escorting him to breakfast, he seemed quite happy to grab onto your hand. Mira wiggled her eyebrows at you, snickering with Stephen. It seems Sara's influence had gotten to them, somehow.
Kori and Raven had met you at the doors, opening them for you both. They shared glances between your intertwined hands and Mira and Stephen. Kori patted your shoulder as you passed. "Good morning."
"Morning," You nodded back. Eret sat down, meeting your eyes and gesturing to a seat at the table. Tilting your head, you splayed your hands out. You were supposed to be guarding him. Eret frowned.
The table was already set up with loads of expensive and fancy foods. Fit for a king. It'd be disrespectful for you to eat there, especially since you're supposed to be doing your job.
Eret looked you over, calculating how he'd get you to sit probably. Then, they smiled. "Lisa?"
The guard walked over, her girlfriend a step behind. Katrina and her were serious at work but adorable whenever you got to talk to them after shifts. "I think me and Y/N will be fine alone. The rest of you can wait outside."
"Of course, Eret." She nodded, giving a low bow. Her iron armour glittered as she stepped into the sunny outside hallway. As they all walked out, Sara shot you a grin.
"Sit," Eret ordered. It was odd considering he had never ordered you around before, but you listened. He watched you for a second, his pretty blue eyes scanning over your face.
"I think you need to taste this for me," Eret said. They shoved the deliciously fluffy pancake in your direction.
You blinked, you had expected it but not so bluntly. "Um."
"What, you'd rather I be poisoned?" Eret's eyes shone brilliantly.
Of course not. You hesitantly cut off a piece, only to practically melt in satisfaction. "Oh my god." It was amazing. "I- er, I think it's fine."
"You should try a sip of my drink too," Eret hid a wry grin. "Just to be safe."
You gladly started testing the food after that. It might have taken you slightly too long to realize it was practically a date, with Eret feeding you delicacies off their plate.
You definitely weren't mad though. Especially not when Eret held your hand the entire time.
{《☆》}
[this was quite possibly the longest and most fun one I've written yet. Anyway, happy pride everyone! Go sleep if it's past 10pm for you, or just get a bottle of water and a snack. Sleep is preferred but I'd settle for either.]
[L0v3, k1ng]
Baby Brother 💛
(TransMale Reader but it's technically not an important detail)
(He/They Pronouns)
(1000+ Words)
Description: You're bored so you randomly decide to visit your baby brother. How were you supposed to know George was streaming?
[Read the rest under the cut]
{《☆》}
You were hanging upside down on the couch, scrolling through Tumblr. Today was a slow day. Nothing fun was happening, not even anywhere else.
Twitter was dry, Tumblr was the same as always, no one cool was on Snapchat, and so your boredom had you practically one foot in the grave.
Scratching under the edge of your binder, you spotted a brilliant piece of artwork that sparked an idea.
It was George, with those streamer friends of his, watching a movie and cuddling.
Oh, you were so ready to rewatch all of the Harry Potter movies. George was such a nerd about them too, so he'd probably be fine with you barging into his apartment with no warning as long as you brought food.
Grinning, you got up. It was a shaky start since your head was now pissed at your previous upside-downness. Picking up your keys, you picked up an old hoodie off the coat rack you barely use and started driving to Taco Bell.
{《☆》}
Maybe you should've thought it through. That thought only hit you after you broke into your baby brother's home. (Was it really breaking into if you had a spare key?)
Or, more accurately, the thought came to you when you opened George's door and came face to face with a camera and computer that was showing, what you assumed, was tens of thousands of people your face.
"Oh shit," You backtracked instantly, shutting the door behind you. George was still staring in dumbfounded shock, his previous shrieks tampering out.
"I'll be right back." He rushed out of the room after double-checking he muted and shut his camera off.
"Y/N! What the hell!" George yelled. He wasn't angry, probably. Just concerned. (Or maybe both)
"I-I'm sorry!" You stammered. "I didn't know you were streaming. I-,"
George groaned, annoyed. "You should have called if you wanted to come over. Now everyone knows about you!"
"I know! I just-," You hesitated, frowning down at your shoes. "I wanted to spend time together. I didn't mean to interrupt or-, yeah... I'm sorry."
"I-, it's okay." George sighed. "I'm sorry too, it's just, the stans aren't always the nicest. They can get, weird. I don't want that happening to you."
"I don't want that happening to you either," You said. And wasn't that just the sweetest. Your baby brother wanted to protect you. You opened up your arms for a hug, which George happily gave.
You were taller than George, actually. By multiple inches. He was practically burrowed into your chest. It was painfully obvious when you two were hugging. You set your chin on his brown mop of hair.
"So," You started. "I had come over for Taco Bell and movie night but since I interrupted your stream, how about you go finish that. I can wait here."
George hummed, frowning when you tried to pull away. Your baby brother's face twisted pathetically, guilt-tripping you with his puppy eyes. "Or you could come with me when I end it? They already saw you and I don't wanna let go."
Smiling, you held him for another few seconds before starting the awkward shuffle towards his room.
{《☆》}
"Hello," You say into the mic, glancing over at the words flying by in all caps. "I'm Y/N."
"HOT VOICE"
"PRETTY MAN FROM EARLIER???"
"DEEP VOICE HOT"
"I AM SIMPING"
"AWOOGA AWOOGA AWOOGA"
"FACE CAM???"
"Chat, give me a second to get my camera back on." George said, briefly moving away to reveal you both to the stream. Withing seconds, your nervous face is smiling at the stream. "So this is Y/N! They're my older brother and if anyone says anything weird about him I will ban them from chat.
"Protective 'Gogy'?" You laugh, reading out chat. "What the hell is a 'Gogy'?"
George flushes, swatting the back of your head.
"Hey!"
"Anyways," George smiled innocently, still leaning on you fully. "We should probably unmute and undeafen on Discord, Dream and Sapnap will be worried."
"What the hell kinda name is Sapnap? Or Dream?" You laugh, teasing George, who rolls his eyes. "I didn't pick their names, Y/N"
"Okay, so-,"
"GEORGE!" Someone yells. "Where the hell were you?"
George sighed, giving you a pleading look. Grinning, you leaned closer to the mic.
"Hello, boys."
"What the hell?" Someone shrieked loudly. The previous guy seemed so startled that they knocked multiple glass bottles off their desk. "Who are you!?!"
"I'm Y/N," George settled next to you, resting his head against your shoulder. "And I'm George's kidnapper-, ow, sorry, I'm his brother."
"Oh,"The first voice says, embarrassed. "I'm Dream."
"And I'm Sapnap," The other confidently cut in. They both sounded so American. "You have a hot voice."
"Sapnap!" Dream laughed, an odd wheezing noise that you think you remember George telling you about. "That's his brother."
"And?" Sapnap defends himself, "Am I wrong?"
A pause. You can't help but laugh. George is just reading chat, picking apart the conversation as the public reacts. "Y/N, tell them we're leaving. I want to watch the fourth Harry Potter movie first."
"Of course, bubba," You smiled, ruffling his hair. "Alright fellas, while I'd love to stay and be flattered more, me and George are gonna go have a movie night."
"Oh, bye!" "Byeee!"
{《☆》}
"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" George grins up at you, holding the bag of Taco Bell in his lap. You just nod, chuckling as he splays onto his couch and watches you set everything up.
Maybe you spoil him too much...
"Y/N! Hurry up! I'm getting bored." Your baby brother pouted. Yeah, you definitely spoiled him too much. But then again, it wasn't like your parents were going to.
"Alright, alright," You sat down on the couch, instantly getting an armful of George. He was scrawny enough not to be too uncomfortable though.
As the movie started, you were glad that you came. At least now you have the discord of a hot Texan man and Taco bell, things couldn't have gone better.
{《☆》}
[Hello, I am going to go burn a house down, go be gay and do crime!]
[-L0v3, k1ng]
Masterlist
Double, Double Toil And Trouble ❤
Request (kinda) by @shroombby : "HEAR ME OUT. witch!origin!reader who makes potions for wilbur to help with his weakness to the sun?"
[They/Them]
[1000+ words]
Description: You're just a witch and he's just a (phantom) boy. Can I make it any more obvious?
[Read more under the cut]
{《☆》}
You were a very powerful person. A witch origin whose veins were flooded with magic and whose hands were born calloused to brew. You were born to be trouble and that is what made you dangerous.
With just one potion of strength on you, you could massacre half of the origins in a minute. Maybe less. And with the next long period of time your skills gave you, the rest could be dead too. And that was half the fun, leaning across the thin line of life and death.
Most of the other origins didn't seem to realize what being a witch truly meant. Physically, you were like a human. But when you brewed, the world sang. And when you laughed, the mountains shook. Effecting the world and its inhabitant is why witches existed.
Chaos was purely what you decided to take away from existing. Why live if you weren't going to have some excitement.
Although one, admittedly adorable, phantom boy was likely a dozen times more chaotic than you ever strived to be. He was unhinged, Wilbur was. A dirty crime boy and a heathen to society.
Poor Wilby though stuck indoors because of his own biology. Burned by sunlight, like a vampire.
"Please! Y/N, I just want to go out in the sun like a regular person." Wilbur grovelled at your feet, an adorable pout on his face as he begged. It was slightly enjoyable watching him hug your leg like a toddler. "Please make me a potion!"
"There hasn't even been a potion made for this type of thing, let alone altering a potion for phantom hybrid consumption. That stuff is dangerous since you're like half air." You pointed out, patting him on the head as you slowly trudged across the Pub(e). "I love ya, Wil, but you can deal with this on your own. Don't die though."
Wilbur sniffed dramatically, still holding your leg hostage. "I will die out of spite now." Then he gave a pitiful whine, "Please, darling!"
"Let go of me." You tried to get away, but sadly your sugar was clinging like a leech. "I'm not doing it so-! EW LET GO! WIL, STOP-!"
You spent the better half of three hours being pestered by your boyfriend before you gave in.
{《☆》}
Creating potions from scratch took hours. Long and boring hours of watching water boil and turning blaze rods into a thin powder in your mortar and pestle. Getting Redstone in your hair and losing yourself to the process. It was addicting when you got into it. The constant movement and the power that hummed under the dirt when you brewed. Like the world was waiting for a rampage or a disaster.
It was a paranoid process to many witches, as many told you when you still lived in a coven. Knowing that the earth was watching like it knew something they didn't. But you had never felt it the same way. Because the earth moulded under your fingertips willingly so why fear it.
And when someone interrupted your process, it was much more than mildly irritating.
"What?" You grumbled, wiping Redstone dust off. "I was busy."
"That's the problem," Wilbur whined, looking like a kicked puppy as he stood on your doorstep. "I haven't seen you in days! I miss you."
"You asked me to make this potion, Wil." You pointed out, still softening at his words. "I'll still need another day or two before I have it perfect though. We can hang out after."
Wilbur pouted, sulking in his phantom form as the sun started setting. When you did finish the potion, he wouldn't need to be see-through. You were doing this for him. "Take a break! Hang out with me. Please?"
Grimacing, you realized that he knew exactly what he was doing. Wilbur's eyes shone with a plead, wide and begging. Damn him for knowing your weakness to his puppy eyes. "Fine. But it has to be under an hour or else I'll have to reset the entire potion."
Wilbur grinned, nodding rapidly. Stepping in, you took off your apron. Setting it down next to the cauldron, you met a solid Wilbur on the steps. He took your hand in his, racing off in an untouched direction and pulling you along with him.
Laying under the stars, bodies pressed close as a chill wind blew past, you wondered what your coven would've thought about Wilbur.
{《☆》}
With multiple bottles of your new phantom-proof potions, you handed one off to Wilbur nervously. Stepping back, you held a water bucket tightly. This could go horribly wrong and kill Wilbur or you could have successfully made a new brand of potion. Only one way to find out.
"This will really suck if I die." Wilbur joked before he took a deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut before he took a large swig and opened them hesitantly. He wasn't blue or some other abhorrent, unnatural shade. No polka dots or stripes, he looked perfectly normal. Or, mostly.
His eyes glowed with a shimmering golden rim, like a fire in his eyes or like sun glinting down on them. You grinned widely, this was good so far.
"Alright, now go. Step out." You encouraged, still holding one hand around the bucket's handle. "I'm right here for you, sugar."
Wilbur nodded, a weight unfurling in his chest. A single foot forward, and the sun bounced off of Wilbur's face, lighting it up and showing off the unnatural paleness that usually came with phantom's and their allergies to the sun. But now he could feel its warmth settling against his skin and it didn't burn.
"You're amazing," he breathed out, turning towards you. A joy that you've never seen before, childish and adoring and absolutely in love. Wilbur stepped forward, taking your hands in his and kissing the knuckles. "So amazing, darling."
You giggled, turning your head as he started pressing kisses to your entire face. Tilting his head slightly, Wilbur smiled fondly. "I love you."
"I love you too," you said, standing there with Wilbur. Simply basking in the sun. Like you could do now.
{《☆》}
[F r o g]
[L0v3, k1ng]
Masterlist
Serial Lover ❤
(Any really, gender isn't specified)
(800+ words)
{《☆》}
You have enough work to deal with. Every day, every hour, every minute, every second someone dies. It's a tiring job having to deal with the amount of death in the world.
And of course, having someone fall in love with you makes it even worse after they get it in their head that the only way to see you is murder.
"What do you want this time?" It's so irritating, every drop of blood they shed was just more work for you. The bloody figure leapt up instantly, their masked face splitting into a wide grin.
"I've missed you," He softly chuckles, ignoring the tone. The almost dead body at their feet trembles, hazy eyes begging you for help.
You take their soul with a flick of your hand. It's the only mercy you can provide. "You're so irritating, Dream."
He pulls off his mask, setting it to the side and stepping over the dead body. "You love me though." Dream giggles when you sigh.
"I'd love you if you stopped giving me work," You grumbled, trying to mentally account for how many more people you'd have to visit in the next minute. America wasn't your jurisdiction alone, but you did a majority of the work since the rest of the reapers still had family alive. "Now can we get this over with?"
Dream pouts, looking in your eyes with a pitifully sad frown. "But you just got here." They kick their feet like a child, stubbornly getting closer to you.
Sighing, you already know he won't let you go without a fight. It's happened before and you'd rather not go through it again.
"You can come with as long as you don't ruin anything."
Dream nods enthusiastically. He latches onto your arm and you roll your eyes. With a quick flick of your hand, you both are gone.
{《☆》}
"Oh wow," Dream stares at everything with a thinly veiled excitement. Your office is nothing special, but he seems fascinated by it all. "It looks so homey."
You shrug. You did stay there most days, so it made sense to keep most of your personal belongings there as well. It seems your mortal companion was awestruck by it.
Dream turns to you again, a cheeky grin on his lips. "You should bring me here more often."
Rolling your eyes, you gesture to a seat beside your desk. He sat swiftly, giving you a sickly sweet smile. Sighing, you sat down at your desk. Instantly he shuffled his seat closer until he was practically leaning all his weight onto you.
As you started writing, Dream deeply inhaled. He pressed even closer, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck. Very quickly, he was sat in your lap.
It wasn't even five minutes until he started peppering tiny kisses to your neck. It was mildly irritating, as it did distract you from your paperwork. "Can you stop?"
"No," He chuckled and continued with his gentle kisses. Honestly, you were just going to ignore it until you got your paperwork done. Then, you'd bring him back to the mortal realm and everything would go back to normal.
Until he started killing again.
Sighing, you toyed with the idea of keeping him. A few other personifications of Death had ended up taking up mortals. Whether as children or friends and even occasionally lovers. It wouldn't be impossible to keep him with you to lower your workload.
Dream pressed another kiss, to your jaw this time. "Stop thinking so hard," he soothed. "You'll get frown lines with how much you're thinking."
You straightened your posture, fixing your face back to a neutral impasse look. Dream giggled, tilting his head back to get a better look at you. Yes. You suppose it would probably be easier to just keep him.
Looking down at him, you lifted a hand and cradled his face. Dream eagerly leaned into it, a soft smile lifting his features. The relatively smooth, slightly tan skin and pretty blue-green eyes. He was unfairly attractive by mortal standards.
"Hmm..." You traced a finger along his cheekbone, watching as the mortal shivered delightfully. The blood that speckled his face was an inconvenience, you had always been finicky about that stuff, but you could make him a mortal fit for a god. "Yes, you will do..."
They peeked through an eye at you, hopeful and slightly crazed. It almost made you laugh, mortals were so strange. Taking pity, you give him what he desires. A simple kiss. Truly, mortals are such simple creatures.
His lips are chapped, but they taste faintly like cherries. You find that you quite like cherries. You don't want to pull away for a second, but you do anyway.
The mortal sighed dreamily, staring up at you with a lovestruck expression. You smile down at him. He was such a pretty problem.
{《☆》}
[I am just now realizing how little xMreader or xNBreader content there is on Tumblr. Sadge, honestly. I'm trying to catch up the Tumblr with Wattpad so that there's more content. Tumblr deserves more content.}
[L0v3, K1ng]
Bloody Lovers ❤
(1100+ words)
(They/Them Pronouns)
Description: You run a very illegal business. An up and coming rookie hero names "Kitsune" is messing things up though. You're interested in him, so you leave for your very own look at them. (FundyxReader)
(Warning: Very dubious consent relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, and kidnapping. The relationship in this is unhealthy.)
[Read the rest under the cut]
{《☆》}
You scan the report, taking in every place where your workers got interrupted. There were quite a few disruptions, which you'd have to take up with them. You couldn't allow them to keep repeating mistakes with such high profile work at risk.
Of course, you do realize a few of them were uncontrollable on their part. A new hero, a skilled rookie as far as your quick search could find, going by the name "Kitsune" was to blame.
A suitable name, you muse. What, with their foxy features. And of course, the ears and tails that you assumed were apart of their powers also helped the name. The hero had been relentless and ruthless.
So unlike a hero.
It was altogether intriguing. A hero unafraid to get their hands, or paws in their case, dirty. You smiled, thoroughly amused. This hero, an apprentice to Willow themselves, was just as interesting as you had hoped.
Maybe it was time to get out on the streets again. It has been so long since you've wondered from your luxurious throne but perhaps this could be worth it.
You laughed, staring down at the paperwork with a confident smile. You can't wait to get Kitsune's blood on your hands.
{《☆》}
They screamed beneath you, the terrified glint in their eyes feeding your bloodlust. A wayward mugger had chosen you as their next victim. Helpless and unaware of their oncoming demise. You laughed wildly, dragging a knife down their arm.
You could rip them apart, limb by limb now if you pleased. But where was the fun in that? Why would you end it there when things could get even more fun.
If your mother was here, she'd scold you for playing with your food. But she wasn't, and so you licked the blood of the knife as they trembled on the ground. Hm, it was a sickly sort. They were probably the type of person with a weak immune system. The disease flowing through their blood, a transmitted type, wasn't helping the sour taste.
"How sad," You mock sighed, like a disappointed parent. "You just had to be a bad apple, didn't you? Who knows, maybe if you had a better taste I would've let you live." They sobbed, begging on choked words.
You know that would never happen, but they didn't. You grinned and they screamed again as you stabbed them between a rib, cutting through their lung. You pulled the knife out and they seemed to choke on their own blood.
Standing, you wiped the blood off on their pants. The hero hadn't shown, and the shouting had been quite loud. Kitsune likely wasn't on duty.
Turning around, you came face to face with a shell-shocked bystander. They looked sick, their face a pretty pale sheet as they backed up. Before they could run, your rinkaku shot out as quick as lighting and wrapped around them. They struggled, and stronger than they looked but you were even stronger.
Smiling coldly down at them, you looked them over. "Why hello there. What is a pretty little thing like you doing here?"
What? They were unfairly pretty. A nice dark shade of red, with a pretty white streak through their hair and wide-eyed dark brown eyes. And maybe the terror in their eyes didn't help, but the rest of them was still pretty.
Maybe you could have another meal to make up for the last one being lacklustre. Grinning, you gave them a seconds warning. "Any complaints on being eaten?" Before cutting a thin slice on their cheek with your knife. They blanched, opening their mouth with a silent struggle.
You shushed them. Licking the blood off the knife, you were overwhelmed with one of the best-tasting blood you've had in a while. You practically moaned, greedily taking it away. They seemed thoroughly disturbed by your reaction, which was fair enough.
And unlike the other meal you had, you almost wanted to keep this one.
"Hm," You considered, gently grabbing their chin. They froze as you turned their face side to side. "I don't see why not. I'll keep you."
"Wha-What?" They spoke their first words to you, a shiny new voice that fits their pretty face. "Let me go! No-! Stop!"
"Hm, no." You said, pressing your knife to their neck. They froze, staring into your eyes with a worryingly calmer look. Certainly, they were interesting. In fact, they reminded you of someone. "Don't worry, you won't die yet."
It didn't seem to relax them, but they were certainly more complacent with the knife at their neck.
{《☆》}
Your newest pet project had taken a while, Kitsune certainly knew how to put up a fight. But you were stronger, both mentally and physically. And now here he was, putty in your hands.
To think you had found him so easily. And that he had such beautifully delicious blood. Truly, your luck was legendary.
"Fundy, darling," You call, beckoning him from his bedroom. He hurries over, almost tripping over himself to get to you. It was an amusing sight when barely a month ago he would be fighting you every chance he had.
You press a hand to his cheek, which he leans into heavily. Fundy places his hand over yours, staring up at you with an adoring look. Tiny cuts littered his body like freckles, but they all showed one thing. That he was yours. These marks showed that. And they'd never leave.
You smile, letting go of him. Quickly, he pulls up a chair and sits close. Fundy practically has your arm in his grasp, leaving you with only your left to do your work. It's slightly annoying but you'd rather have him here with you, stupidly in love in your arms than have him fighting against you.
You'd hate to have to kill him. It'd be an easy decision to make if you had to, but you would still dislike the idea of losing such a great find.
Although with how deeply he's fallen, it's unlikely you'd ever have to risk that. Fundy was so good for you, falling deeper into the rabbit hole with every touch you let linger. So good, in fact, you might start testing that love.
Release him. See if he comes back.
It's a tad bit risky but you know that despite his love for you, he misses his friends. If you let him go back with them for a few hours, you could test his loyalty. It would be so easy to get one of your teleporting workers to fetch him if he decided to stay.
Yes. You would. Picking a knife off the table, you turned to Fundy. With a pleased smile, Fundy gave you his arm. But you wouldn't need that when he was so easy to give. To love. You smiled back.
{《☆》}
[Next post is a Dream post and then I shall disappear for a year /j.]
[L0v3, k1ng]