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dmwrites · 2 years

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“Cleo, what time is it?”

Cleo pulled out her pocket watch. “Why Joe, I believe it’s noon.”

“And it’s Monday! You know what that means!” Joe began to furiously type into his communicator.

“You know Joe, you could, like, pre-type this out so you don’t have to stress it every Monday at noon.”

“I hear you, but honestly, I’d probably end up hitting send by accident, and then who knows what might happen.” Joe said very seriously.

<joehills: Happy Monday hermits! HHH is starting now until 2. Does anyone need any help?>

“So I’m guessing no one has approached you with an HHH job?” Cleo asked.

“Nope.” Joe sighed. “Well, if no one needs anything, we can weed the community garden.” He said, indicating to the long-ignored garden at spawn. “You know what I was thinking about the other day?”

“What’s that, Joe?” Cleo sat down on the ground.

“You. More specifically, how you’re dead. Even more specifically, I was wondering if your zombie body could be used as fertilizer. Now hear me out-”

“Hello Cleo And Joe Hills!”

Joe was cut off by a loud voice, and he and Cleo turned around to find King Ren standing on top of the community tent, holding a megaphone to his mouth.

“Howdy King Ren!” Joe said, doing his best megaphone impression by cupping his hands around his mouth. “Do you need any help with anything today? Hermits Helping Hermits is happening and helping until two today!”

“Oh Joe Hills, You Read My Mind, Baby!” Ren dropped down in front of them and patted Joe on the back. He lowered his megaphone and leaned in conspiratorially. “So, when you say Hermits Helping Hermits, I was wondering, does that helpage have limits?”

Cleo stood up and crossed her arms. “Hypothetically no, but it’s at our discretion. Like, we won’t rub your feet.”

“Okay, what about murder?” Ren whispered, covering the mouth of his megaphone just in case.

Cleo and Joe looked at each other, Cleo raising an eyebrow and Joe shrugging.

“Yeah I guess, HHH can help with that until two. I’m always down for a bit of murder.” Cleo said. “Who’s the target?”

“This shouldn’t take long. The soup group dudes are the targets: Impulse, Gem, and Pearl. I have received wordage that they plan to remove me and my crown from power, and that just won’t do! I need them gone!”

“Sure thing, king guy.” Joe said. “Any particular way we should do the murdering?”

“No, I’ll leave that up to you.” Ren said. He lifted the megaphone back to his mouth. “King Out!” He flew away, the megaphone screeching and making the king whimper.

“Right, well, I guess the weeding can wait another week.” Joe said.

“Tragic.” Cleo said, although Joe wasn’t sure she was actually sad about not being able to weed the garden. “Shall we?”

“Now Cleo.” Joe said, stopping her from taking off into the sky. “This is not some simple matter. This is going to be a two against three fight if we aren’t prepared. Also, forgive me, but didn’t Pearl brutally kill you in double life?”

“Yeah, yeah, and Gem’s won an MCC.” Cleo sighed.

“What about Impulse?” Joe asked.

Cleo considered the question. “Impulse is a sweet guy.” She finally said.

“So we should go for him first?”

“Oh, definitely.” Cleo said, pulling out her knife. “Can we go now?”

“We need potions- invisibility, maybe strength…” Joe reminded her. “That’ll be easy, we can get them from Cub, then we can go.”

After stocking up on potions, food, and weapons, Cleo and Joe took off for the soup group’s area.

“Pearl’s landscape is gorgeous…” Cleo sighed.

“This whole area is super well-done, let’s not kid ourselves. We’re in the presence of masters of the craft.” Joe responded, and they landed in a tree to scope out the situation. “Where could they be?”

“Oh, look, nametags!” Cleo whispered, pointing to the huge blue-topped mushroom in the middle of Pearl’s landscape. And indeed, there were three nametags up in the bulb of the mushroom. “That must be them!”

“Okay, invisibility on!” Joe whispered. They both drank the potions. “I’ll hold my sword in my hand so you can see me, Cleo. We have to be super sneaky- I’m sure they’re expecting assassins.”

Cleo and Joe snuck their way across the alien landscape, tiptoeing around bushes and pausing as a cat seemed to take notice of them, but passed by after a while. They stopped to drink more invisibility potions when they needed to, and when they finally got to the mushroom base, they each drank a strength potion. They made their way up the stairs, and right at the door to the top, they could hear Impulse’s rumbling voice, Gem’s sweet tones, and Pearl’s Australian accent.

Joe looked to Cleo, as they were visible now, and nodded his head.

“SURPRISE, MOTHERFUCKERS!” Cleo shouted, brandishing her sword.

“Howdy yall, Hermits Helping Hermits here helping as we always do in this mushroom!” Joe said at the same time.

Pearl, Impulse, and Gem were gathered around a round table, all stunned for a second.

“What’s going on?” Impulse asked.

“We’re going to kill you!” Joe cried.

“Joe! Subtly, remember?” Cleo called to him.

“Oh, right. Darn it. We’re not going to kill you!”

Pearl scratched her head. “What?”

Cleo leapt at her and pinned her to the ground, knife against her throat. Joe raced forward and just kind of barreled into Impulse and Gem- Gem got knocked over, but Joe just kind of bounced off Impulse’s chest. So, he pointed his sword at Impulse instead.

“We have been asked to kill you by the king for plotting against him.” Cleo said. “Which is a service that HHH apparently provides now.”

“Wait…” Joe said suddenly. “Hey Cleo, what time is it?”

Cleo held onto the knife with one hand and pulled out her pocket watch with the other. “Huh. Looks like it’s two o’clock, Joe.”

“Oh, wonderful!” Joe put his sword away. Well, Hermits Helping Hermits is now over, so I guess we’ll be going now.” He helped Gem to her feet. Cleo got off of Pearl and dusted off her dress. “Bye guys!” He waved, and he and Cleo walked out of the mushroom and flew off into the afternoon light.

#in case the joke isn’t clear #they just like stop doing hhh at two regardless of what they’re doing #lol #September 15 2022 #fic #hc9 #soup group #joe hills #zombiecleo #long post

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lunar-writes-things · 1 year

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11) Eggs & Beacon

CW// BLOOD, DEATH, RESPAWN MECHANICS (Near the end)

Y/n woke up in Impulse's arms in their base.

To be honest, they had no recollection of what had happened within the last 24 hours other than Pearl waking them up and grian offering a space where they could build a townhouse but that was it.

"What the-" Y/n was cut off by Impulse's groan and him hugging them closer

"Go back to sleep," He whined and Y/n couldn't help but swoon. His voice was husky and deep and he held Y/n as if his life depended on it.

"Mhmm, no can do Puddin' We have work to do," Y/n murmured yet still laid back down and buried their face in his chest. A faint spicy spell of redstone lingered on him and the beginnings of the sweet smell of candy.

"Nooo," he whined a smile etching on his face and Y/n playfully pushed him away with a laugh before sitting up and swinging their legs over the edge of the bed

"Come on," They smiled and when they turned to look at Impulse, Y/n had learned he was already staring with a look in his eyes that made Y/n want to blush and hide "Get dressed, you have to work on that factory."

"You don't like laying on my bare skin?" He teased and laughed when Y/n threw his shirt at him before he tugged it on "Anyways, I'm gonna take a shower. Will you be okay?"

"I should be fine, but will you remind me how we got into this position?" Y/n asked, "I remember nothing from the time I got back from Grian's."

"Mhmm, You were doing laundry for hermits when you caught me watching you. You came over, we talked and I offered to help you. You agreed and I ended up sleeping over after we finished." Impulse explained, "I can stay a little longer and make breakfast if you're not feeling well."

"No, I'm fine. You sleep shirtless because you feel like it'll choke you in your sleep right?" Impulse nodded and Y/n sighed "Right, sorry it's been a bit since we've had a sleepover."

"Don't worry. And hey, take it easy today, yesterday was one heck of a time for you Y/n." Impulse said and took her hand to give it a squeeze

"Will, do." Y/n smiled and squeezed back "I do have to do something big but other than that I'm just gonna go material digging."

"Be safe, Y/n," He smiled and left the tiny house and Y/n turned to her kitchen to make themselves some breakfast, eggs.

After they ate, Y/n took a shower and got dressed and ready for the day. When they were done, Y/n grabbed some supplies while checking off a mental checklist.

-Rockets. Check

-a spare bed to respawn. check

-their sword. Check

-some golden carrots. Check

-wither skulls. Check

-soul sand. Check

-their armor. Check

You know, stuff to kill the wither.

Okay, so maybe they told Impulse they would take it easy today but Y/n had this planned out for a while now and there was no stopping them once they had something planned. As Y/n walked to open the door a knock echoed from the other side

"Y/n?" The voice asked

"Scar?" Y/n asked and swung the door open to find the man standing there and grinning with that adorable goofy smile Y/n loved "Hi! What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if you'd wanna fight a wither together?" Scar asked sheepishly "I tend to die a lot and I figured it would be nice to have some backup."

"Yeah!" Y/n smiled and walked out "I was actually just about to do that. I need a beacon for my build, a few actually for what I want to do but those can wait."

"Oh!" Scar grinned "Well do you have a place in mind or-"

"I do actually," Y/n smiled "I know Grian and you had a place but I scouted out this place a while back."

"Alright what do you have in mind?" Scar asked

A few hours later, Y/n and scar were on a tiny island in the middle of the ocean. There was a quiet wind brushing their hair in their face when facing the wrong direction but the setting sun gave them a golden shine.

"We can set up here." Y/n smiled and swam under the water to create an air bubble to place a bed and a safe place to respawn

Meanwhile, Scar set up the soul sand, molding the ghostly sand underneath his palms in the familiar shape that will allow the wither skulls to be placed perfectly to summon the deadly mob. After he put two of the heads he put the last one aside for Y/n to place while he got ready and put on all his armor and got his weapons.

"Ready Scar?" Said man jumped when his name was called while he was tightening the straps of his chestplate and he watched Y/n come out of the water, helmet glowing with the aqua affinity enchantment and their boots lighting up with depth strider as they came out from the water "Don't forget to set your spawn, just in case."

"Alright! give me a quick second to finish up." He mumbled and struggled with the last strap, even moving his hair to get it

"Here," Scar felt a shiver go down his spine as fingers that weren't his brushed against his spine to tighten the last strap "Is that okay?"

Y/n's murmured as if they talked to loud then they would hut him, but scar could care less as their breath hit the nape of his exposed neck. He felt his muscles tense as Y/n's fingers gently dragged down the sides where his armor didn't touch.

"Scar?" They asked

"yeah-" He squeaked out before clearing his throat "Yeah- yeah that's- yeah thats fine. I'm good."

Y/n then nodded and moved to grab the last skull from off the ground to place on the middle of the soul sand. With nimble fingers, Y/n placed the last skull and quickly braced themselves for the explosion of life that the wither gives off.

and oh, did that wither blow Y/n into Scar's chest, who had luckily also braced himself with his sword behind him.

And soon their match started, scar shooting arrows at the flaming bones that floated and moved while Y/n took to the skies, getting as close as possible to hit the wither without getting hit themselves. The first fight was easy, the two of them easily dodging and weaving with minimal damage.

the second wither, however, scar had gotten hit by a skull. His skin immediately absorbed the hit and the wither affect that came with it and took him from full health to one more heart according to his comms.

"I have to regen!" Scar called out and grabbed some golden carrots from out of his inventory satchel "Will you be okay?"

"I'll be fine!" Y/n smiled back at him and the setting sun made a halo around their body that Scar immediately regretted looking into because now he had the sun in his eyes

Scar crawled his way to the beach shore, where the water was lapping at the sand. His beautiful suit was now torn, bloody, and wet from the beaches of the island and from him being hit in the face with a wither skull that started to decay his skin and face.

as he regenerated he tried to help keep the speeding flaming skulls away by shooting arrows but to no avail. He was too far away. And he watched as Y/n fought the beast.

"You go down just like Holy Mary, Y/n! Y/n!" Scar watched as the angel known as Y/n fought the wither for him, their hair whipping in the wind and the absolute power that radiated off of them made Scar want to bow down at their feet despite them looking to be on their last legs and about to fall to the ground "Your beauty never ever scared me! Y/n! Y/N!"

His last cry was panicked as Y/n was hit one last time and Y/n began falling to the ground. He scrambled to catch them in time and when he did, they were practically dust already and his comm pinged

<Y/n'sHarmony> withered away

"NOOOO!" Scar screamed as Y/n's corpse dusted away into nothing and their armor fell with a large clang and their inventory satchel exploded into nothingness

"I'm right here!" Y/n smiled, albeit forced, and picked their things and stuffed it into their inventory "You big baby, Come on, it has a few hits left!"

Y/n charged into battle and Scar fumbled around for a healing potion and took a swig of it, immediately healing up and getting to his feet and charging the stupid thing with arrows. He had no idea how Y/n wasn't in excruciating pain right now, wither deaths hurt a lot when people respawn. Deaths in general hurt when people respawn. It was one of the many reasons people tried to avoid them.

Y/n had gotten the final blow and the second nether star erupted from the charred bones. Scar caught it and gave it to them, cradling the shiny rock before gently handing it to Y/n who, like the other star, wrapped it in spare leather and tied it with string to protect it from anything that may crack it in their inventory satchel.

"Thanks for your help Scar," Y/n smiled at him before they crumpled to the ground with a yelp

"Are you okay?!" Scar asked, frantic

"Mmhm- Just- Just tired." Y/n grimaced "Holy crap, Those hurt like a-"

"WHAT HAPPENED HERE?" a voice screeched

"Whoops!"

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leopardmask-ao3 · 2 years

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Week 4 of the 10 Weeks of Celebration for 10 Years of Hermitcraft challenge - this week's prompt is "Comfort and Calm".

Stress has her name for a reason. She senses it in others, and though she wasn't there for it herself, she can feel the effects of the moonpocalypse from everyone around her. She does her best to help out in her own way.

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Stress hummed as she assembled and set a picnic table in front of her house, big enough to seat seven or eight people. She had realized, somewhat belatedly, that her little teapot house may not comfortably fit everyone who was invited - though it was certainly open to them - so this tea party would be held mostly outdoors.

Zedaph was the first to arrive, trotting up while Stress was still setting the table. After an animated greeting, he picked up a couple plates and started to help out. He had somehow gone through the end of HC-8 and the move to HC-9 practically unscathed, and Stress had invited him because she appreciated having more of that kind of energy at her little gathering. She herself had been off-world at the time: an extended vacation with Iskall and the other Vault Hunters, which had become even more extended when they heard the news.

Stress and Zedaph chatted for a while, but as soon as Tango reached them, Zedaph was there. He hung off Tango like a human weighted blanket, even as Tango tried to sit down. Tango clearly didn't object, though. Stress giggled at the awkward position this put Zedaph in and pushed a chair closer. "'Ere you are, why don't you both sit like that, eh? Instead of contorting yourself to lean over him all the time."

At this point Tango was chuckling too and he gently shoved Zedaph into the second chair. "Yeah, you don't have to twistificate yourself around on my account. Plus we'll both need our hands free for food."

"Oh, yeah, good point." Zedaph extricated himself and sat down, but sat almost between chairs, pressing himself against Tango's side and acting very casual about the fact that he was doing so. Stress just gave that a knowing nod. At Xisuma's request, she had been the one who had finally found Tango, adrift and alone. He needed the weight and presence of some human friends.

By that time, the other invitees had arrived: Cleo, Jevin, and Xisuma. Stress greeted them warmly and served tea to everyone before sitting down herself.

"Are we expecting one more?" Cleo asked, indicating the empty chair with a place setting.

"Don't you worry about that," Stress replied. "'Ave some tea, 'ave some snacks. It ain't much, since we've all practically just got 'ere, but that's alright, innit?"

"We're all here, and that's what matters," Jevin agreed, picking up his teacup in both hands and savoring its warmth. "Food and stuff will all happen eventually."

Xisuma just nodded at that. He had taken his helmet off for politeness and to drink his tea, and he still held himself nervously, as if expecting someone to come up behind him at any moment and tell him to stop having fun - but the others could see him smile a little more every time he looked around and saw a hermit’s base or one of his tablemates.

The conversation was quiet, but earnest and kind. Everyone mostly avoided talking about what had happened, instead expressing their relief and excitement at the new world, their new plans, and what they could do now that they were together again. The snakes that Cleo had acquired occasionally reached for a bite off one plate or another. Cleo fed them morsels, Xisuma didn't seem to notice nibbles disappearing, and Jevin waved one away like an annoying fly as he reached to refill his cup. (No one had actually seen him drink any tea, and no one was paying enough attention to see how he held the mug with a thumb dipped into it. He never had figured out an easy way to absorb liquids that looked like how the humans did it.)

"Halloooo Stress! What's all this about?"

Stress looked up with a grin at the new arrival jogging toward them. "'Ello Iskall! Care to join us?"

Iskall put his hands on his hips with exaggerated indignance. "You're throwing a whole party over here and you didn't invite me? How could you!" He cracked a little smile, mostly joking and unable to be truly mad.

"Well, clearly I didn't need ta," Stress pointed out, "seein' as you found us anyway, right? Look, I even set a spot for you. I knew you'd turn up whether I wanted you or not."

"Well, if you insist..." Iskall sat down with a huff, then giggled, triggering laughter from the rest of the table. "Hallo, everyone else here too! Could someone please pass the tea?"

#hermitcraft #stressmonster101 #my fic #10 years of hermitcraft #moon's big #post-moon-biggening comfort #Stress throws a tea party

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parttimepuff · 11 months

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Cant wait until Hermit arrives, they’re gonna be welcomed right in!

'Me too!! Gonna be friends with them! And play legos and-' Orbee rambled as they floated down the hall, only to stop when they saw someone new, eyes wide. "Finally, an anon that’s correct-" Beep muttered to herself before gesturing to the other Matter. "Orbee!! This is Hermit. Hermit, this is my little sibling Orbee!" She introduced proudly.

Though they weren't sure what a sibling was, Hermit waved regardless. "Hello…" They greeted. The solosis gasped, zooming up to them. 'HI HERMIT!! NICE MEET YOU!! HAPPY YOU HOME!!!' Orbee enthusiastically welcomed, so excited that their telepathic message came across as yelling. "a…" The Dark Matter mumbled. They had only just experienced having someone's voice in their head a little while ago, this was nearly too much.

Something Reverie noticed. "Ah, buddy, make sure to give them some space." He reminded them. Like it was second nature, the solosis backed up. 'Right!! Need space!!' Orbee agreed. Watching them interact, something they had said stuck out to her. "Home…" Beep repeated, smiling. "Right! Hermit's kinda shy, but they are home. They are now. So, we can just, take it easy, right guys?" She asked.

Her sibling nodded. 'Yeah!! And play legos and eat breakfast and pillow fight!' Orbee suggested. "Heh, that's not all 'taking it easy', but we'll have time for that." Reverie chuckled. "Easy…" Hermit repeated, leaning against Beep more. "Hey, c’mon, breakfast and pillow fights are eas-y?" Beep started to protest before cutting herself short. It registered with her that the other Matter wasn't leaning against her as a form of affection. Something was wrong and she could feel it. "Maybe we should do that soon-" She started, growing concerned enough that her father picked up on it. "Sorry, do you need a break? I know this must be a lot." Reverie asked them. "lot…" Hermit agreed, their voice quieter. As the group began to worry, Magolor returned to the room. "Ok! It's really basic, but I've managed to pull together a space for-" He announced, trailing off as he took in the scene. "...oh. I, took a bit too long, huh?" The Halcandran guessed.

"I think, something's wrong, Wiz." Beep expressed, shifting to help hold the other Matter's weight more. "Hermit? Are you okay?" She asked. They had only just met, but they were friends now. Family. Her worry was only getting worse. "feel… don't know…" Hermit managed. They felt, bad, but in a way they'd never experienced. Magolor floated over, taking a look at them. "I was kinda worried this could happen. They've just kinda been wandering about up until, right? I don't think they have much of a resistance to positive emotions." He explained.

Beep's eye widened. "They don't..." She realized. "Oh. Oh, sh-sorry." Reverie apologized, knowing that he was partially responsible. "B-but we can help, right? So it won’t always hurt them?? Right?" Beep pleaded, looking between her father and her friend. "I-I'm sure we can. You weren't good with positivity at all when you were little, after all." The Dream Fae pointed out. "I think they just need to have some space to, detox more or less." Magolor figured.

"space…?" Hermit asked. If they thought it would help, it must be a good thing. Orbee, having tried to follow the conversation, seemed to grasp what was happening. 'Ooooh. Yes, need more space.' They agreed, backing up a bit more for emphasis. "Yeah, like when I was a kid." Beep nodded. "Right." She stated, determined now to make them feel better. "Space like, the room you got for them, Wiz? That’ll work."

The Halcandran nodded. "Yeah, exactly. It's not much right now, but it'll serve for this." Magolor assured her. That eased her worry somewhat. "Thanks, Wiz." Beep expressed, turning her head to look at the other Matter. "You feel bad because everyone is happy, you know?" She told them. They stared for a moment, confused. "happy..? thought happy…. good…." Hermit expressed. In fact, it was really the only thing they thought they knew about it.

"Happy, is good but…" Beep trailed off. It was becoming more and more clear to her that they had very little experience, having been alone. Even concerning how they worked. "it, feels bad for…us." She explained, voice growing quieter as she spoke. "….oh…." Was Hermit's simple reply. It was difficult to tell if they truly understood.

Magolor looked between the two, worried for both of them. "Um, don't worry, it'll get better, ok? Just follow me and you can rest." He assured them, beginning to edge towards the hallway. "ok…." Hermit murmured, gearing up to follow with Beep's help. "It will get better! I promise!!" She insisted as they started the short trip to their room. Their false eye fixed on her, the only part of them that seemed unaffected by this sick feeling. "trust Beep…"

#ask #ic #anon #Orbee #Beep #Hermit #Reverie #Magolor #Wiz

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notstilinski · 2 years

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Yellowjackets Starters !

Taken from season one the 2021 Showtime series, Yellowjackets! Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit! There may be some light spoilers! Also, trigger warning for things such as blood, suicide mentions, etc.

“No, no. It fell into the tape deck, and I accidentally pressed it.”

“I know you’re letting other people tell your story. People who barely knew you. And they are making a lot of money doing it.”

“Remember, anger can be good.”

“It’s true. Violence is never the answer. But the anger you’re feeling, it’s useful.”

“And here I thought jocks were supposed to be able to party.”

“Aw, (Name). You dumb bitch.”

“Thank you, but I want to focus on the collective future, not my past.”

“You could see her fucking bones, (Name). I’m pretty sure it’s as bad as it looked.”

“No, It’s a marauding pack of thieves. We’ve come to burgle your twelve-year-old desktop and ceramic bunnies.”

“You remember when you tried to be Catholic?”

“Just wear the red dress I gave you. The boob dress.”

“You never talk shit unless someone deserves it. Also, I like your pilgrim hat.”

“It’s his only form of parenting. I guess I’ll take it.”

“If someone’s digging, we’re all fucked. Take care of it.”

“You know, you’re never going to get your strength back up if you don’t eat.”

“Oh, do you not realize what being home is?”

“You know, it usually takes people a couple of minutes of conversation to figure out. You’re good.”

“You are so mad and yet so wrong.”

“You think you can just miss the parent-teacher conference and buy us off with picadillo?”

“Oh, I know that I can buy (Name) off. With you, it’s more like cross my fingers, hope for the best.”

“What, am I not surprising you with how sexy this is?”

“For the record, I was trying to save you.”

“The lady in the tree. She watches me at night.”

“Oh, okay. I guess you’ve been thinking about what you did and just can’t live with yourself?”

“I’m sorry I’m interrupting you two not giving a shit.”

“Oh, I always get two of everything. That way I have enough to share.”

“Dying is nothing to be afraid of.”

“If you want your heart rate up, just tell me.”

“Then, afterward, he asked me for my socks. And he still never called.”

“If poison ivy is what kills me out here, then I deserve to die.”

“You don’t know that. We think we know what we’re doing, but really we have no clue.”

“Yeah. Wolves can kill anything if the packs big enough.”

“If you want me busting kneecaps, it’s gonna cost you extra.”

“It’s been three days. You guys can’t be that desperate.”

“You know, it’s never a good thing if a suspect lives like a hermit.”

“Such a good idea. You know you can learn so much about a person by going through their personal refuse.”

“Well, I was about to ask you the same thing, but apparently the answer is anti-terrorism.”

“So easy for you to judge others with your perfect life, right?”

“Well, I’ve been channeling you, so I’ve been dark and deadpan.”

“I can’t just be like this now. Why couldn’t I have just died?”

“I’m different from what people expect, and it scares them.”

“I just have a bad feeling about this place.”

“I don’t know what you’re so scared of, (Name). You’ve already got blood on your hands.”

“And do people usually write notes before they’re murdered? Or is that more of a suicide thing?”

“If you shit the bed again are you gonna ask for another do-over?”

“I’m not really in the business of shutting down a woman when she’s talking about how shapely my legs are.”

“Well, this is what a power couple should look like, don’t you agree?”

“You remind me of my granddaughter. No one really likes her either.”

“I know that when you look at me, you don’t see someone that you should be afraid of, but, uh, you’re wrong.”

“You just need to find the people who truly want to help you.”

“You were my best friend, then you just…”

“I know that you’re messed up right now, but that doesn’t give you a free pass to be a dick all the time!”

“It doesn’t matter how shitty they are. It still fucks you up when they’re gone.”

“Has hitting something ever fixed it?”

“The people who matter recognize Daria, okay?”

“I guess I can, uh, appease the local goblin community alone this year.”

“You taught me how to be like this, ya know?”

“When did you fall out of love with dad?”

“No, (Name), you’re not fine. You don’t think that I can’t see that?”

“Jesus, (Name). Treat me like a lady.”

“Um, actually, you don’t know. It was totally your fault. But we were kids, and it was awful.”

“How? You gonna sell your soul?”

“I was the high school boyfriend. That’s all I was ever gonna be.”

“Come on. Who hasn’t rolled over a broken tray table while making out in a bloodstained death trap?”

“The fifties called, they want your dumbass attitude back.”

“Goodnight. Sleep tight. Don’t let the fact that your a terrible person keep you up tonight.”

“I know this makes me, like, a totally selfish asshole, but I don’t want you to go, okay?”

“I’m sorry, it takes us getting blackmailed for you to finally care about being late?”

“It’s one of Amazon’s best sellers. Apparently, tracking people is really big right now.”

“I’m just saying, you know, if this was a horror movie, she’d be the villain, right?”

“Oh. No, no, no. Actually, I probably shouldn’t drive cause if we die, we will never find out who’s doing this.”

“Not the first time I’ve been held hostage.”

“Don’t drag us into your endless fucking pit of guilt.”

“Every single cell in your body wants to blow things up and see what happens. That’s who you are.”

“Wow. I’ve never been in a French farce before.”

“Well, I hate to break it to you, but we were just fucking. And your whole high school crush on me was cute, but now it’s just pathetic.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, it’s time to be discreet?”

“I know that is impossible for you to understand, but I am what he wants.”

“If you lost him, you’d be afraid that you have nothing left.”

“If you say (Name), I’m going to burn this whole fucking town down.”

“You obviously went through something super messed up, and I just wanted to understand.”

“Do we need a reason? We’re gonna be dead in a few weeks.”

“Tomorrow night. We’ll drink rotten berries and drink to our impending death.”

“I’ve just never been asked to one before, and I thought that this would be my one chance.”

“What mistakes did you make? Everybody loves you.”

“My mom always says that when a girl sets her mind to it, there’s no way that she can’t get to a man.”

“But I’m not going to let you go down for some stupid shit that I did!”

“Are you kidding? You have an entire safe full of secrets that you’ve never told me about.”

“Still kinda creepy up here.”

“Did you hear that mom? Dad? God? All my furry forest friends? I’m gay!”

“Hey. You’re all silent over there, that’s unusual. You got any ideas?”

“Because twelve percent of all killers are caught buying cleaning supplies.”

“I’m going to prison I’m going to prison for the rest of my life.”

“Okay, great! So, we’re just destroying evidence.”

“Sometimes I look at the world around me, and it’s like all the light has just gone out of it.”

“But these days with the Facetunes, the filters, and whatnot? You never know.”

“Yeah, you know, gardening, PTA, dismembering my lover’s corpse.”

“I hope you find whatever it is that you really need.”

“You’re so obsessed with yourself, I’m surprised your aware other people even exist.”

“You want to make a break for it?”

“It’s fucking disgusting work. I’d say it was soul-crushing if I remembered what it felt like to have one.”

#rp meme #roleplay meme #sentence starters #sentence meme #starter sentences #ask meme #ask prompts #inbox memes #inbox prompts #television sentence starters #yellowjackets spoilers #if there are any mistakes in here i will fucking cry

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theminecraftbee · 2 years

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(For the ask game, hope you don’t mind that it’s LL based)

Ren, Martyn / Octagon / “one character has amnesia and the other is looking for them” / fluff (or angst I don’t mind lol)

He's squinting over the terraforming on Octagon Island, trying to decide if the diamond ore is worth using or not, when the stranger appears. By "appears", Ren means: falls from the sky, lands in the white concrete powder and coral Ren's been spreading, and collapses.

Ren yelps, runs over, and grabs him. He's blonde. His clothes are town, and there's blood on them, Ren realizes distantly.

"Well, that's not good," he says, and he picks up the man and starts trying to get him up from the island and to the nether portal, where it will be easier to properly carry the dude back to a bed. Ren has no idea who this is. It's certainly not one of the hermits. But, like, he fell out of the sky! That's not normal, right? And if he fell out of the sky, then that had got to have hurt.

This proves to not be easy. Octagon Island is built for non-fliers, but only if you've entered the island to shop. Both Ren and Doc had wings; they had no reason to make the rest of the place particularly accessible. Ren's starting to regret that. Maybe a boat? He'll put the man in a boat, and row back to Octotown, and the camper van, where Doc's still got some pretty gnarly medical supplies after Ren's own... everything.

He's nearly finished getting the man into a boat when the man groans and stirs.

"Dude, are you okay?" Ren asks.

And the man says: "My lord?"

Ren blinks several times. "Uh, I don't think you've got one of those here. Just the Ren-Diggity-Dog; er, that is to say, Rendog."

And the man says: "...Ren?"

"That's the name, don't wear it out," Ren says. "You hit your head real hard, dude. I'm getting you to my friend's place. You got a name yourself?"

The man stares at him a while.

"Oh," he says, finally. "...Martyn Inthelittlewood."

"Nice to meet you, dude."

The sound the stranger - Martyn - makes at that is strange indeed. There is something up with that man, Ren thinks. He really ought to get Martyn that medical attention.

"Yeah," Martyn says.

"You can rest on the way to see my friend and his medical supplies. He's pretty darn good with this stuff, even though he's not that kind of Doctor."

"...alright," Martyn says, and for the rest of the trip to go get Doc to try to help him figure out why a guy would fall out of the sky, he's completely silent. It's strange. Maybe he's just not talkative?

Well, it doesn't matter. Ren can talk enough for the both of them. And honestly, from Martyn's expression, he doesn't seem to mind.

#answered #ask game #a bee fic #prompt ficlets #inthelittlewood #rendog #...not sure this is what you wanted from this. however.#anyway didn't get too many of these so feel free to send more! that or i'll just do all of the ones i have lol #i'm gonna do relatively short answers to these i think. just a bit of concept stuff. shaking off the writing dust

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tumbling-darkling · 3 years

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The boy who lived and the professor that didn’t (for the most part)

AO3

During Harry's second year at Hogwarts, a strange and unexpected man starts teaching his Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

(A Danny Phantom X Harry Potter crossover)

Chapter 1

Harry took a seat in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, glancing over to Ron who sat beside him and then scanning the classroom for their new DA professor. He already met the man in Diagon Alley, blonde and very much interested in only himself. Harry shivered as he remembered being pushed towards him as people took pictures of the famous wizard and the boy who lived.

At least it wasn’t worse than a head of the dark lord growing out of the back of the professor's neck.

Well- Harry did thumb through some of the textbooks before classes started. He absolutely agreed with Hermione who was very vocal about the books- they didn’t actually seem to teach anything. Just spoke about the ‘many adventures of Gilderoy Lockhart’.

Maybe this will just end up being an easy class.

The door slammed open 15 minutes past the start of class, startling the students as they swiveled their heads to look at the newcomer, expecting Gilderoy Lockhart.

Instead a tall man with a slim frame and hunched posture strode into the room. He had messy black hair pulled in a very horrible and tangled loose bun with the remaining dreads lazily dangling at the man's shoulders, his chin and cheeks covered in unshaven stubble. His robe was creased and torn, his hat loosely hanging from his hand and his sleeves pushed almost all the way up his arms. What really caught people’s attention was those eyes. Unnaturally clear and bright icy blue, so blue that even in the bright light they seemed to slightly glow.

He quickly pulled down his sleeves as he walked past the students towards the front of the room, grumbling slightly under his breath about something Harry couldn’t catch. He tossed the hat aside, muttering more loudly about how ‘wizard hats are so stupid and impractical I’m not wearing that garbage’ before he turned towards the class.

“My name is Fenton- er Professor Fenton I guess. Since I’ll be teaching you about…” he glanced down at the podium he stood in front of, crouching a little as if looking for something before straightening back up. “Defense… Against the… Dark… Arts,” he said slowly and not very confidently. Then he whispered again to himself but just loud enough for some students to pick up, “they see me fight one god damn ghost and suddenly I’m an expert on all dark magic entities? I think I’ll fight Dumbledore after this.” He straightened a little, eyes looking over the classes.

Harry did not like those eyes lingering on him for half a second longer than the others. He didn’t like this professor looking at him at all.

Something just didn’t feel right.

“Alright, any questions?”

A hand immediately went up, and Harry knew exactly who it belonged to.

“Uh- yes miss-?”

“Hermione Granger. Wasn’t our professor supposed to be Gilderoy Lockhart?”

“Yeah- that guy. He’s a phoney.”

The class went silent before someone yelled out, “WHAT?”

“Guy went around, found Wizards and Witches that did cool things, made them forget it then took all the credit. Tried to take my credit and I hit him a little too hard. Now I’m here taking his place. It’s all over the news, you know. You can read the exaggerated details in there. Anything else?”

The same hand went up.

Professor Fenton sighed, “yes?”

“Why were you 15 minutes late? Shouldn’t professors be on time? And why do you look like you crawled out of the forbidden forest.”

“I fought a ghost. Then got lost,” Fenton deadpanned.

The class went silent.

Fenton then turned around, “well if that’s all, let’s get started with something I know a lot about. What do you already know about Ghosts?”

“You’re seriously more afraid of Professor Fenton than Professor Snape?” Hermione asked Ron. “He’s not even mean! Sure he’s grumpy but he doesn’t beat down every question I ask him! He even seems to be glad I’m asking questions! Unlike Professor Snape who just treats us like idiots for not knowing something.”

“Sure- he’s not mean or cruel but… he just freaks me out. Like how he just stares sometimes at empty walls! Or how the room temperature always drops the moment he seems to take a single step into the room! I can’t even hear his footsteps when he walks! He’s bloody freaky is what he is!”

“Well I for one am glad he’s our Professor! Imagine having a phony for a professor! Though he talks a lot about ghosts. Ghosts can’t cause people harm. At most they give a little scare but it’s not like they could cause terrible damage.”

“What about those ectoplasm based ones he was talking about? The solid ones?” Harry asked.

“Rare and unlikely. Ectoplasm doesn’t form in the magical world, Harry! The stuff that leaks through and hangs in the air is only enough to allow ghosts like Nick or Myrtle to hang around in harmless ways.”

“But he said he fought a ghost before he arrived in class! And he looked really beat up!”

“He said he got lost too! Maybe he just stumbled across a guard dog like Fluffy and made up something about ghosts!”

“What if it’s like the last professor though? What if he’s looking for another secret object in Hogwarts walls?” Harry hissed softly, “Ron is right that he just has a sense of oddness about him! I just don’t trust him!”

“Harry, you’re just paranoid from last year. Professor Fenton is normal. Now pick up your pace, we’re going to be late for our next class!”

Professor Fenton glanced down at Harry, then back at Professor McGonagall, “he has what with me?”

“Detention. You see, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley caused a bit of a fuss by driving a flying car in plain sight of several muggles, and risked exposing the magical world. As such, his punishment has been detention. I trust you can find some fitting work for him to do as he reflects on his actions?”

Fenton crosses his arms, his mouth tightening slightly into a grimace as his fingers slightly tapped his own arms. “This won’t be every night, will it?” He asked.

“No, we will be switching supervisors for a few weeks but you may also need to supervise Mr. Weasley sometime before then.”

Fenron let out a sigh of defeat, “well- alright. I’ll take care of it then.”

Professor McGonagall gave a curt nod before turning stiffly and walking off. Professor Fenton scratched at the back of his neck as he watched her walk off, then glanced down at Harry, those eyes seeming to search him for… something. Then that stern look relaxed into a lopsided grin, “So you were the one that made that stuck up ministry trip over their hats and scramble around in blind panic! I say, hats off to you young Potter!” He laughed.

Harry blinked in confusion at the shift in mood, then Fenton patted him on the back, “hey, no need to look so freaked out! I’m not gonna bite ya!” He began walking forward, and it took Harry an extra second to realize that the professor was moving and he should follow. “Oh, wait you probably are a little freaked out, huh? I guess my mood could have been a bit better this morning, I was just a little flabbergasted today. I was kinda rushed into this position, you know.” He shrugged, his hands shoved into his cloak’s pockets. He didn’t really walk like any of the other Hogwarts professors. He had this relaxed saunter, like he was more of a visiting relative than a staff member. “Say, let’s say your ‘punishment’ will just be helping me bring some books from the library to my quarters. There’s a lot I need to run through and a single trip would make all the difference.”

Harry nodded, finding it hard to keep up with the man's long strides. “So… you don’t like the ministry of magic?” Harry asked.

Professor Fenton huffed in annoyance, “not one bit. They are almost worse than observants!” Harry had no idea what those were. Another level of magic government? “They try to control every little thing. Don’t expose magic to the normal world. Don’t use magic to make technology without permission. Don’t use magic to save muggle children if people are watching.” His said in a mocking tone, “they have so many rules that are outdated or stupid. Never trust a government, kid! Especially a magical one!”

“What are… observants?”

Fenton glanced down at Harry, “oh those stuck up jerks? They are like the government of the ghost realm. Really annoying. Unlike the Ministry of Magic, they actually know how to find me!” He laughed.

“Ghosts have governments?”

“Oh yeah! They have more of a monarchy, the observants are like hermit wizards that only step in when they believe the world is in peril. Meanwhile the rest falls on the shoulders of the Ghost King.”

Harry frowned, “I’ve never read about that in the textbooks. Hermione says that ghosts are just harmless beings formed from souls that aren’t ready to leave the mortal realm.”

“Well she’s half right. There’s different kinds of ghosts, like Sir Nicolas and the Bloody Baron. They are more like echoes. Souls that cling desperately to this world but didn’t have enough ectoplasm to become a fully solid ectoplasmic being. They won’t leave for the infinite realms until they are ready, though many believe they are trapped here forever. More solid ghosts form in a similar way but are exposed to more ectoplasm, but rarely show up because natural portals to the infinite realms are sparse and in between. Well until about a decade ago.”

“Infinite Realms? Natural Portals?” Harry felt like his head was going to explode.

“Well, there should be some books about that in the muggle section.. Though some wizards would say it’s all garbage because muggles discovered and studied it. Just look up my name under the author and you should find some.”

“Oh… wait- did you write them? Is that why you know so much about ghosts?”

Professor Fenton barked out a loud laugh, doubling over as he clutched his sides, “Ah! No! No, I didn’t write them! My parents did!” He cackled. “Ah, yeah but I did learn from them. And a bit of field work. Tell Miss Granger to check them out too, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind having something to read. She reminds me of my sister in that way.” He stopped in front of the library doors, “Aha! I knew we would find this place eventually!”

Harry looked at Professor Fenton in bewilderment, “you didn’t know where we were going?!”

Fenton shook his head and shot him another grin, “nope! I’ve been constantly getting lost in these dumb halls. This place constantly moves and I absolutely hate it. Even the Infinite Realms make more sense than this castle!”

Harry stuttered, “If the infinite realms is where ghosts go, isn’t that like… the afterlife? You’ve been to the afterlife?”

Professor Fenton lazily shrugged and opened the doors to the library, “yes and no. It’s all complicated. I’ll tell you a different time.”

Harry stood there for a few more seconds as his brain tried to catch up with the information, and once he managed to close his mouth he chased after the Professor.

Harry glanced around the Professors room as he followed after him, arms filled with books that seemed to suspiciously be only about the Dark Arts. He’d never been to a professor's living quarters, at most he had been in some offices. Even so, it was not at all what he imagined a wizard's living quarters would look like.

First off, there seemed to be technology. He recognized a coffee machine on a low table, but it wasn’t plugged into anything. There was an odd box that looked like a slightly smaller television, it’s screen black and wires sticking out of it attached to a rectangular box with a lot of buttons on top of it and a small round device. There was also a radio, and a huge telescope leaning out the largest window. As Harry looked, he began to notice spaceships literally in every corner of the room. Different kinds as well, some would even move and blast off. The most amazing part was the roof of his room. It was almost exactly like the great hall as it rose into dark nothingness, but the stars were MUCH brighter and all the constellations had been traced out, some brighter than others. For someone who knew a lot about ghosts, he seemed to really like space. Then there were also some odd things thrown around, like a very weird looking thermos. Or a metal… boomerang?

“Just place them over here, Harry!” Fenton called as he dropped his pile of books onto a couch in the corner. Harry did as he was told, placing the books down a little more gently than the professor did.

“Professor… how did you get these things to work? Technology usually… explodes around magic,” Harry asked.

“Oh! Well it’s because I power them myself!” Professor Fenton chirped. “They don’t work the same way as regular technology. Again, I recommend checking out some of the notes in the Fentons books, they have a lot of stuff that works in the magical realm.”

“Why would you need it though? Doesn’t magic make up for a lot of technology?” Harry asked.

“Ah, but that’s where you are wrong you see! There is nothing in the magical world that is equivalent to the coffee machine!”

Harry blinked, “... what.”

“It’s a very important machine, Harry. You will depend greatly on it once you need to stay up for an entire week. But! It seems our time together has come to an end. Thanks for your help, Harry, and if McGonagall asks, tell her I made you scrub toilets or something,” he winked.

Harry grinned back, heading towards the doorway to go find Ron and Hermione. He closed the door behind and the moment it clicked shut, he saw a flash appear from under the door.

He paused slightly, but shrugged. Maybe a comet passed by on the enchanted roof of his room. He then headed down the halls to find his friends.

“Not normally invited?” Harry asked.

Hermione nodded, “Ghosts throw death day parties like birthday parties, but rarely do they ever invite living people!”

“I see, so Sir Nick really wanted us to be there,” Harry pondered as the trio entered the party area. He immediately was hit with an awful stench, nearly gagging before he had to swallow it as Sir Nicholas noticed their arrival and approached swiftly with the widest smile they had ever seen on his face.

“Harry! Ron! Hermione! You all made it! Oh this brings such joy to my cold, dead heart!”

“Glad to see you as well, Sir Nick,” Harry struggled not to gag on the smell.

“Say, why do ghosts even celebrate the day they died? Isn’t that… like a very traumatic experience you would rather not remember?” Ron somehow managed to ask.

“Well, ghosts like to celebrate it to commodirate a start to a new chapter of our afterlife!” He paused, glancing across the room for a split second, “most ghosts that is, and the death day isn’t to remind us of our death. It more serves to encourage us to look forward! No one really wants to remember how we died. Never a pretty picture.”

Harry followed Nicholas’s gaze for the split second glance, then noticed a ghost he had never seen before. He ignored the smell (they would have to ask about that later) and nudged Hermione, pointing at the ghost, “hey Hermione, have you ever seen that ghost around the castle before? I don’t remember seeing him from last year…”

The ghost in question seemed so much stranger than the rest, he had a brighter glow, where he should have had legs, merged into what seemed to be a ghostly tail, drifting lazily like caught in a breeze. Long hair whiter than snow itself drifted around like caught underwater, and bits that weren’t drifting were braided neatly and lost in the rest of it as it constantly moved. The ghost had purple skin, pointed ears, green freckles dotting his cheeks and long sharp fangs showing as he laughed at another ghost's joke. He dressed like a medieval lord, wearing a delicately detailed black and white tunic tucked into a braided belt circling his waist, his ghostly tail completely black. Thick white leather gloves covered both his hands as he waved them around while he spoke. A white cape hung off his shoulders, but when the cape occasionally drifted to show the inside, it was like the ghost had taken the night sky and attached it to the garment. Thick fur wrapped around his shoulders and long and sharp horns that looked like ice circled his head like a crown.

Toxic green eyes that had irises that seemed to swirl around the pupil glanced at the trio and Harry suddenly felt very very small.

“I… don’t know. I haven’t even heard of any ghost that looked like him before,” Hermione seemed like she was at a loss, probably scouting through her thoughts and memories for any trace or mention of the unfamiliar ghost.

Sir Nicholas cut in, “oh! That may be because King Phantom doesn’t live in this castle! He’s mainly only here to visit for the year!”

Ron gapped, “... did you say… king? Was he a king before he died?”

Sir Nicholas frowned, “no, of course not! He’s the king of all ghosts! King of the infinite realms! The one who defeated Pariah Dark in single combat barely a year after he died! The youngest and most beloved king we ghosts have had in such a very long time.”

“There’s a king of ghosts? And that’s him?” Harry asked.

“That’s what I just said, my dear boy. Keep up!”

“I don’t want to seem rude, Sir Nicholas but… why is he here?” Hermione gasped, “if he really is such a powerful and imposing figure, doesn’t he have a lot of duties to fulfil?”

“Well, he told us he was technically here on business but that it requires time and an investigation that could take a few months. So he could visit and celebrate with us from time to time! He’s a very relaxed man, I assure you. Here let me introduce you all to him! My Liege! I have some friends you absolutely must meet!”

The King looked over and smiled widely, “friends, you say?” His voice echoed more than the other ghosts, seeming to carry across the room as he spoke. He then blinked in surprise and turned to Nick, “Sir Nicholas… you realize these three are still amongst the living?”

“Why of course! Harry is the Boy Who Lived! The first to survive the death spell!” Sir Nicholas said quite proudly.

The King drifted down towards the three, causing Ron to slightly flinch at his approach, his hands clasped together as worry seemed to etch on his face, “well, most ghosts don’t have a very good sense of smell or taste, right? Which is why we have all the rotting food out?”

“Yes?” Sir Nicholas still didn’t seem to catch on.

King Phantom held out his hand, producing clothing hanger clips made purely of ice, “The living can still very much smell and taste, and I don’t think it’s exactly the smell of roses and lavender.”

Sir Nicholas blinked, “oh. Oh! Oh Harry and friends, I apologize for forgetting such a detail!”

Harry, Ron and Hermione all graciously accept the clips, pinning them on their noses to escape the horrid smell. Then Hermione turned towards the Ghost King with a glint in her eyes, “wait- how did you do that? Ghosts aren’t this solid- and they definitely can’t use magic!”

Phantom chuckled, drifting back into the air as he pointed to the crown of ice horns on his head, “Well first off, I’m the king so I get some bonuses. As well as not all ghosts work the same. You should try listening to that Dark Arts professor of yours when he talks about ghosts. He’s quite knowledgeable about all things not living.”

“But- but years of documentation and research-!” Hermione tried to argue before the King tutted.

“Information is constantly changing and growing, something that seems pretty constant could change in seconds and turn your whole world upside down. Not to mention, many different types of ghosts like myself only became more common recently. Before, most of us were confined to the infinite realms, only ghosts like Sir Nicholas forming for many centuries and the different kinds rarely slipped out.”

“Well-, what changed?” Hermione challenged.

King Phantom sported a playful grin, “I d̶͙͉̓̓i̷̢̩̬̘̟̽ę̴̘̲̹̤͌̊d̸̢̳̞̄.”

He then turned and left the three on that note as he went to join other ghosts at the party.

“What does he mean by that?” Hermione huffed.

“He’s got an odd sense of humour, that’s for sure,” Sir Nicholas laughed.

Harry couldn’t stop his glare that shot towards Professor Snape as he accused Harry of petrifying Mrs. Norris and writing the bloody message that stained the wall. Before he could snap back at him that he did not do any of this, Professor Fenton seemed to almost step out of thin air to his defense.

“Mr. Potter was with me all night, he did not do this,” his voice laced with a chilling venom. Was he… lying for him?

Snape tilted his chin up, attempting to look down on Fenton who was no longer hunched, and instead stood tall at his full height. It was quite difficult to do as it turned out, Fenton towered over every other Professor in the area. “And who, pray tell, are you?” Snape seemed to almost spit.

A sinister grin spread across the tall Professor's features as he stepped in front of Harry, leaning menacingly over the shorter wizard and blocking his view of the student, “Professor Fenton, the professor of the Dark Arts. Accusing a second year of such a powerful spell isn’t a very wise take, now is it Professor Snape?” Fenton basically spat his name.

Snape glared back, “you would be surprised what Potter is capable of, especially the trouble he gets himself in.”

“How about you try not pinning the blame on a 12 year old child?”

“That is enough out of both of you,” Dumbledore stepped in. “We all know Harry was not responsible for this, as Professor Fenton’s defence is true. We have a healthy patch of mandrake roots that will cure Mrs. Norris of her petrification, and students will resume their classes while the professors investigate the issue. Now you three will return to your dorms for the rest of the night.”

Harry hesitated before he headed back towards the dorms, but didn’t fail to notice how Professor Fenton’s eyes flashed toxic green, or the wink sent in his direction.

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frombeyondtheblackhole · 3 years

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Hermit DSMP Swap AU: Part 8

X helped Grian sit back down and handed Grian a clean rag from his inventory. Grian pressed it against his nose to curb the bleeding as X checked his eyes. X asked Grian several basic questions before asking him to count backwards from 100 by sevens and listened as his friend struggled.

“100… 97 no 93… 87... um... um, ow-” He faltered, staring into space for a long moment.

“You’ve got a concussion.” X shook his head.

“Can’t I just take a health pot and get back to work?” Grian asked.

X folded his arms and shook his head “Health pot’s don’t work like that. You know how when you take a health pot the cuts all seal up just leaving some bruising. A concussion is just a bruise on your brain so it would be kind of useless. Regen might help a little because it boosts your body's natural healing process but it has the same problem as health in that it won't target bruising. I would avoid coffee for now and anything else with speed pots in it for that matter,” X added, noticing Grian reaching for his unfinished coffee mug.

Grian pouted “What can I do?”

“You can go home and rest... though you probably shouldn’t be flying for a while. I’ll walk back with you.”

Grian sighed and let X help him to his feet. To be honest he was starting to like the idea of resting, his head was spinning and he was having trouble focusing. “Alright, you win. Just be sure to let me know if you figure anything out about the whole server problem will you.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be the first to know,”

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The day before, Scar and Grian had given Skeppy and George a tour of Boatem. Scar had offered to let the two of them stay in his landboat (As it had more space than Grian’s house) till they could make their own starter bases.

Skeppy had been startled when, as soon as it started to get dark, the sun blipped in the sky and it was on the other horizon. George explained to him that the night was skipped here, something to do with a Time King named B-dubs. He apparently could cause night to skip for everyone if he slept. George wished he could do cool things like that when he slept, as it was, all he did was talk to demons or gods or whatever XD was. Skeppy insisted that was way cooler than time powers. George didn’t believe him.

Grian had left to work with X on the server problem and Scar was off gathering some stuff to help get them settled in. This left Skeppy and George alone to snoop around Boatem town on their own. They explored Scar’s base but soon became tired of that and went outside.

They were nosing around Grian’s base and the nether portal when Skeppy noticed something odd. There were a lot of things here he had never seen before but this felt different somehow. It was about a foot in diameter, dark and smooth and round, shining with a deep purple iridescence, and it seemed to call to Skeppy, like the egg, like the blood vines. It called to him, not quite with words but more with instinct, urging him to touch it. Skeppy reached out-

“What’s that you found?” George called snapping Skeppy out of his trance.

“I have no clue,” Skeppy shrugged.

George came closer and squinted behind his glasses, bringing his face close to the things surface. The air around it tingled like static. “I never saw one myself but I think it might be a Dragon egg,” George said, reaching his hand out to touch it.

Skeppy shoved George out of the way and grabbed for the egg. He was going to be the first one to touch it. The Dragon Egg. His fingers brushed against the smooth surface then fell through to air. He stumbled and caught himself on the now empty quartz pedestal.

“What the hell, Skeppy?” George protested. Then his eyes fell on the egg sitting on the grass not far from him.

They’d both seen it. Skeppy caught his eyes. They held each other's gaze, silently urging the other to stay put. They both lunged for it.

Skeppy collided with George practically landing on top of him but it was too late George's hand knocked into the egg and it disappeared.

Both of them scrambled to their feet looking for where it went. Skeppy found it over the hill but hesitated before reaching for it this time.

“No you don’t” George cried coming up behind him. Skeppy jumped at the sound seconds before George tackled him directly into the egg and it was gone again.

“Ow ow- hold on, get off,” Skeppy protested, pushing his palm against George’s face trying to shove George off himself, “This isn’t working. It’s being all teleporty and shit.”

George backed off, and huffed to himself, as he brushed himself off.

“What are you two doing?” Scar said as he came over. “Oh look,” He stopped as he noticed the dragon egg at his feet. He placed down a piston next to it and a button and *boop* the egg was pushed right into his arms. He picked up the egg and looked back at the two who were still sitting on the ground, grass stains on their clothes and hair disheveled from their fight. “Looks like you two touched the egg. Don’t worry, I won’t tell Grian,” He said with a wink placing it back on the pedestal.

Skeppy and George just stared at him. “Wait, how did you do that!” Skeppy shrieked pointing.

Scar laughed, “The egg can be tricky, it doesn't like being touched but you can trick it into thinking it isn’t being held by using a piston. You can also break the block underneath it and catch it as it falls, just make sure to place a torch first... something about the heat is important.”

“I’m holding it!” Skeppy announced scrambling to his feet and moving towards the egg.

“Who says you get the egg, I saw it too,” George argued.

“We’ll I saw it first,” Skeppy retorted, sticking his tongue out, summoning his shovel from his inventory.

George scowled “You didn’t even know what it was till I told you.” He summoned his netherite axe from his inventory, the one XD had given him.

“Well you didn’t even know that it teleported so-” Skeppy started digging down next to the pedestal.

“Woh woh woh, you both can hold it if you want,” Scar said trying to break up the tension “You can’t keep it though, it’s Grian’s,” He added.

Skeppy and George both turned and glared at him. There was a calculating pause then George’s posture changed, he seemed to relax. “Heh- sorry about that,” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “It’s just neither of us have ever seen a dragon egg, guess we got a bit carried away,” He shrugged.

George wanted that Dragon egg more than anything. Skeppy probably did too. That was the rarest thing on the server and if someone could get it and bring it back to the Dream SMP then they would be the most powerful person on the server. But there were a lot of hermits. Way more than the two of them. It was probably best that they not make them mad. He could find a way to get the egg without them noticing another time.

Skeppy looked surprised and a little too satisfied with himself as he continued to dig out under the pedestal. He placed the torch and mined away the pedestal catching the egg as it fell. It was surprisingly warm, he felt it vibrating with power as he held it against his chest, his arms wrapped around it, nestled in the folds of his bright blue hoodie. He grinned, he felt like a proud father, why did he feel like a proud father? He hadn’t even felt this way about Sapnap and he practically helped Bad raise him… multiple times.

“Don’t look so pleased with yourself, it's not that great,” George scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Hey Scar, can you come over here real quick” X called as he and Grian walked back into Boatem town.

“Yeah, be right over,” Scar called back before turning to Skeppy and George “Just make sure to put it back,” He said before running over to see what X and Grian needed.

George glared at Skeppy over his glasses, he was still holding his ax. “You're putting it back ok,”

Skeppy turned his body to put himself between George and the egg. “And why should I?” He pouted.

“Because,” George said calmly and quietly, so the others talking by Grian’s house couldn’t hear, “If you take it now they will know it was us and won’t let us leave.” George watched the gears turn in Skeppies head “So truce for now... we work together to steal the egg later,”

Skeppy glanced off to the side as he thought about it. Finally he nodded “Alright, agreed,” His fingers were crossed.

George grinned and pushed his glasses back into place “Great.” His fingers were crossed.

Skeppy climbed out of the hole and George helped him put the dirt and pedestal back. Skeppy begrudgingly let George hold the egg before putting it back on the Pedestal.

Ok so maybe holding the egg was kind of cool George thought smiling softly before Skeppy made him put it back.

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“So what’s up?” Scar asked coming over to join X and Grian. Now that Scar looked at him, Grian wasn’t looking too great. His feathers and hair were rumpled more than usual and he was leaning on X’s arm. “You ok there?”

“Yeah, Just got a concussion.” Grian shrugged.

“He flew into a barrier while trying to get into the Dream SMP Server,” X explained.

“Oof,” Scar winced at the description.

“He should be fine after a month or so, he just needs to rest and not do anything too strenuous.” X continued, “Also it is probably a good idea not to let him sleep unsupervised for a couple of days.”

“Got it,” Scar nodded “I’ll be sure to keep him in line,”

“C'mon guys, you don’t trust me?” Grian teased.

“I wouldn’t trust you with a ten foot pole,” Scar laughed.

“Fair,” Grian chuckled, “Well anyway, thanks for walking with me back here X” He said letting go of X’s arm.

“No problem, just take it easy, got it?” X reminded Grian.

“Don’t worry. Besides this means I’ll have plenty of time to help the new guys settle in.” Grian added as he noticed Skeppy and George standing looking at his Dragon egg.

“Oh no you don’t. You are going inside and resting,” Scar said, taking Grian by the shoulders and guiding him into his house.

“No, but- I, I’m fine really,” Grian protested

“No buts, You rest, I’ll take care of everything.” Scar insisted and Grian gave up, letting himself be led off to bed.

[So I know I said I already had a bunch written in advance but when editing this part I realized I needed to add some interactions with Skeppy and George. I really like how this turned out but it is now longer than I originally planned so I am breaking it up into sub parts. The next segment will be out soon]

#dsmp #dream smp #hermitcraft #dsmp au #dream smp au #hermitcraft au #hermitcraft dsmp swap au #hc x dsmp #hc x dsmp au #grian #watcher grian #xisuma #good times with scar #skeppy #georgenotfound

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Alright, first chapter since I've gone back to college. That mixed with the weather we've been having meaning more time cut out of working to instead travel as well as some writers block means it took a little while. But hopefully this long chapter will help make up for that.

I'm likely going to work on the hermitcraft scattered au fic for a bit after this, so another long wait for this fic unfortunately. But hope you still enjoy what's here.

hermit tommy au created by @petrichormeraki

If there was one thing Grian did not miss about having wings, it was actually having to deal with the extra limbs when he wasn’t flying. He needed to preen them after all his flying and the chaos that followed, which was very clear with how much they were itching. But actually seeing the problem area was tough because it seemed to be coming from the base of his wings, which was even more sensitive than the rest of the limbs.

On one hand, Grian was pretty sure he could shift his wings away and they would stop itching. He had done that a few times when he was younger and they had gotten injured. But on the other hand, that was when he was younger and he hadn’t had the practice he did back then. Plus, it needed focus, and while Grian was pretty sure he could still focus in pain from being in pain so often, itching was another thing entirely.

Walking down the halls of the castle, Grian tried his best to scratch his back with little success, only pausing when someone came running out of an adjacent hallway in front of him. Or more accurately, three someones. Astrid was in front, holding her bat out, ready to hit anyone in her way, nearly hitting Grian in the process. Behind her was Flora, who was dragging along her axe in one hand and pulling Jane along with her other hand. “Oh thank fuck! Grian!”

“Hey, sorry.” Grian spoke up, apologizing for startling the group. “Why are you running around?”

“Looking for you, I thought that would be obvious.” Flora replied, hooking her axe onto her belt to free her hand. “My uncle just rescued you from who knows what, I don’t want him getting pissed at me letting you get into something new when you’re already hurt.”

“Hurt?” Grian asked, pausing to try and scratch at his back again. “I’m more itchy than hurt. Electric shocks are surprisingly easy to get over. I just want whatever shit is in my feathers to get out!”

Astrid still didn’t put her bat away, but she moved around to Grian’s back, her free hand touching the problem area, though it also made Grian jump from it being extra sensitive. “What’s it look like?”

Grian didn’t know what Astrid signed since she was still behind him, but Flora then followed along to look at what the problem was. “So? What’s going on?”

“Well you have something stuck in your feathers. What it is, we’re not really sure. Grifter didn’t say what you were up to before coming back, so maybe that would help?”

Grian paused to recall everything that had happened in the other world, everything a bit fuzzy after having slept for a bit. “Well, Grifter took me to a world for some training, though he started with wanting me to learn to fly again. I’m not exactly at peak performance, but I can take off and fly alright. Landing’s a different story though. After getting some confidence with the basics, I started flying around and exploring the place. See, apparently there were a bunch of people living there, but they used up so many resources they moved out pretty far to the East and just abandoned their old homes.”

“Wow, privileged much?” Flora commented with an eye roll.

“Yeah, they left a lot behind, so I checked it out until I sort of… crashed. Really badly.”

Astrid facepalmed and Flora snickered a bit. “You mean you died?”

“Yeah…” Grian answered in a much more serious tone that made the girls remember the fact Grian was used to a hardcore world. “I woke up in a bed I didn’t remember in a place I had never seen, so for a little bit, I thought I had actually died. But then I went exploring and realized that probably wasn’t the case.”

“Huh, that’s sort of weird.” Flora said, rubbing her chin for a moment before stopping and grabbing Jane again before she could run off. “You should only really respawn in beds you’ve linked up with.”

‘Could be because of Grifter.’ Astrid suggested, hoping neither of the other teens noticed the franticness of her hands to reply with an excuse. ‘He could have used it.’

“Good point. The world probably got super confused with all the time travel and so you got sent to wherever he set up last. Anyway, continue?”

“Right.” Grian nodded, pausing to remember where he was. “Well, I explored around the new area before something caught my eye. It was some sort of gate, and the signs there made me think it was some sort of amusement park, which I really wanted to check out. But apparently that was one place that wasn’t abandoned and the people there attacked me and tried to capture me. Of course, I tried flying away, but they had some sort of electrical fence and I ran into that. Grifter showed up a bit after that and took me to some sort of safe room filled with mushrooms and that’s where I passed out.”

“Oh so this is probably some sort of nylium.” Flora suggested, moving around to look at Grian’s back again. “Though I don’t really recognize what kind. What sort of mushrooms were there? Red or bluish?”

“Uh, yes?” GrIan answered. “There were some of all sorts. Red, blue, green, brown, pink, yellow. A number of them were even glowing and see through.”

“Ugh, that’s not normal.”

‘Think we need to take him to ---?’ Astrid asked, more to Flora than Grian, especially since he didn’t understand whatever word Astrid had signed for where to take him.

“Yeah, probably. You can start heading that way. I’m going to see what I can do about Jane. No way we send her home that soon. Aven can probably keep her occupied. Goodness knows they did that for us enough growing up.”

‘Well yeah, it’s easy for ghosts to blow the minds of kids. Plus they’ve got an attention span to match.’

“Oh yeah. Grian have you met Aven? They’re sort of the resident ghost of the server. Been around as long as anyone can really remember but they’ve been hanging around the castle ever since it showed up.”

Grian nodded. “Yeah, I remember seeing them when I got the tour of the place. They called me Grifter off the bat and part of me thinks they still would even if I told them my name was Grian.”

“Oh definitely. Well, I’m going to look for them while you guys start off to visit Wassa and see what he thinks.”

“Did you really have to take on who knows how many traffickers?” Sense asked, pressing a potion soaked cloth to Grifter’s chest, making the avian hiss.

“Kinda. I’m already getting bored. I mean, I know now Grian’s going to be all freaked out when any of the hermits show up, especially that seventy-seven guy. And Grian’s going to trust me more since I protected him. But come on. They’re taking foreverrrr.” Grifter complained, flopping back onto the bed and then pulling the cloth away to look at his now scarred injury. “I mean, I know I still need to actually get him using magic.”

“And do you even know how to go about that? End and Dark don’t like to mix, right?”

“Yeah, which is why people are so scared when it gets mixed together, and why it’s so powerful. If I can get Grian stuck under my thumb doing that, we could do just about anything!” Grifter explained happily before getting an idea. “I could even use it to get you to try some magic yourself.”

Sense started laughing at the joke before it dissolved into coughing, Grifter’s lighthearted mood immediately changing to one of concern as he sat up and got to Sense’s side. His hand ran through Sense’s hair, pulling a few clumps of hair with it before Grifter used magic to put them back and then work on healing Sense. “No, what we’ll really do is finally make it so you’re immune to redstone poisoning. I just wish I could figure out how to fucking do it on my own.”

“Hey… not your fault.” Sense spoke up, leaning against Grifter. “It’s just stupid like that.”

“I know. But if anything it should be easy! Stuff from the Dark is immune to this shit.”

“Well, you know what Silski always says. Apparently redstone makes me smell like the End. they’re probably immune because of their opposites.”

“I guess.” Grifter reluctantly agreed before finally stopping his healing spell. “Would explain why none of my magic wants to work well on you. On this.”

“I’m still not giving up redstone.” Sense spoke up, making Grifter scoff. “Oh please. I knew you were thinking it.”

“Well if that’s how you want to act, then you can sit in here alone!” And Grifter stood up, leaving Sense behind as he weakly argued. The avian didn’t listen and walked off, mentioning something about going to check on their kids. Sense just smiled and rolled his eyes, sitting down on the bed and watching until Grifter was out of sight before letting his smile fall to look at his hand.

In the middle of his coughing, he had coughed into his hand. Normally if it was serious, he would show Grifter his other hand, which was always stained with redstone and could be mistaken for blood. At least, for what would be normal blood for most people. Sense was officially married to Grifter, they had kids, they flirted and of course had sex. But even with all that, the redstoner still kept one secret. And just showing off the fact he had green blood sort of messed with that secret.

Looking at the blood, it fortunately wasn’t as bad as it could get sometimes. Just a little smattering that might have easily come from a bad cut or something. Easy enough to just wipe away on his pants and forget about the whole thing. And Sense nearly did that, before he noticed something else stuck to his hand, intriguing Sense and making him poke it. It was some sort of greyish thing. Vaguely spongey.

Sense grabbed the cloth he used on Grifter to try and wipe his hand and get rid of whatever this was, only to find more of it on the cloth itself already. With a bit more inspection, it was also on the tunic Grifter had taken off, which gave Sense the answer he was looking for on the origin of the unknown substance. Glad with the answer, Sense dusted himself off and then went elsewhere into the castle, not noticing how much still stuck to him.

It was getting late as the trio of teens travelled to Wassa’s home. Flora had rambled on about plenty with Astrid signing back here and there, but Grian wasn’t really paying attention. Thinking back on the past few days, Grian realized he hadn’t really been out at night before. The first day he was stuck here Grifter had mainly kept him in the castle to learn how to use various weapons and other necessities of the sort of survival world they were living in. The next night, he had a bit of a breakdown when reading the notes about what happened with his family, and then last night was the training which left him stuck recovering until it was just about noon.

And thinking it over didn’t really help Grian either as it reminded him just how long he had been stuck away from his home. Sure, time travel meant he probably would show back up right around when he first left once he did go back, but while time wasn’t passing for Sam or Taurtis or anyone else, it was passing for him. And since it had been Saturday for him when Grian first showed up, now it was definitely getting to him just how long he had been separated from his normal life.

He didn’t get to think too much more on it, however, as Astrid spanned her fingers a few times in front of Grian’s face, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Oh good, he’s alive.” Flora said when the snapping seemed to work. “Welcome back to the land of the living.”

“Sorry, guess I zoned out.” Grian explained, though there was the slightest hint of a pained tone from thinking about why that was.

“Well… we can talk about that later.” Flora said, obviously catching that there was more to Grian’s words. “We’re basically at Wassa’s place.”

Sure enough, up ahead was what looked like a small village of houses shaped like giant mushrooms, like fairies or the like were drawn living in from some stuff back home. “This does look like someone who could help with our fungi problem.”

“He might have a friend over. Well, less of a friend and more like a freeloader. He- he? They? Some other pronoun? Who cares, said freeloader is named CX. Imagine Astrid, but taller, wearing blue, and a big C and X on the mask.”

“Are they related to Astrid?” Grian asked, remembering that there was some mention of Astrid having a brother.”

‘Fuck. No.’ Astrid signed back, emphasizing the signing. ‘My brother is dead as fuck. It’s just that this place has more than one shapeshifter and for whatever reason, one of them likes to look like my brother did.’

“Oh, that sounds horrible.” Grian responded after a moment. He thought it was worse than horrible, but he was used to a normal world. No magic or coming back from death or hybrids everywhere. Learning about shapeshifters was just something to add to the pile and lead to his mind trying to comprehend that instead of thinking of something better to say.”

The land that belonged to Wassa was very clearly defined by the fact the grass changed suddenly to a bright aqua substance. It was even decorated with similarly colored glowing mushrooms. Grian would have admired the terrain a bit more if he could, but the moment they stepped onto the faux grass, someone jumped out of nowhere with a sword drawn and attacked Astrid.

Off the top of his head, Grian couldn’t recall their name, but he definitely recognized one of the robots that belonged to Grifter. Astrid pulled her weapon out to deflect some of the attacks, managing to block all of them. That being said, she was still getting pushed back and separated from the group.

Flora quickly noticed that and pulled out her axe, swinging it at bot. Before it could hit him, the robot, managed to move his hand to press against the flat side of the axe head and guide it away into missing him, then kicking the head so that the handle of the axe was pushed towards Flora, which at her current angle, it jabbed her in the gut.

With Flora recovering from being attacked, the robot went after Astrid again. Grian for the most part had just been standing there, trying to comprehend what was going on, but seeing what had happened to Flora, it finally shocked him enough to move. While he had been given an axe and sword and whatnot, obviously that wouldn’t work against the robot. That all being said, he had been given one weapon that wasn’t standard here.

Before the robot could push Astrid further, Grian took out the gun he had been gifted and loaded it. Then as he watched another blow of a sword move towards Astrid, Grian aimed and fired, shooting the robot’s side from behind, causing them to drop their weapon and then hold their wound, yelling in pain. Flora was close enough that a moment later, she swiped her leg to knock the bot’s feet out from under him, causing him to fall to the ground, and then letting the trio gather around him.

“Hey, what the fuck’s going on our here?” Someone new spoke up, making everyone look to see who it was. Standing off to the side were a pair of people, the one in front with their hands on their hips while the second stood behind and slightly to the side, not really showing any emotion at all. Looking the first person over, Grian noted the sunglasses the person wore, their blue shirt with white spots, and what seemed like a flower crown on their head, though made of mushrooms.

“One of my cousins started attacking Astrid!” Flora explained, gesturing to where the robot was still lying on the ground and holding their wound.

The second person stepped forward, standing over the robot and looking down at him. Grian realized pretty easily that this was the person that Flora had mentioned a few minutes ago. “Astrid hasn’t been around for a few months. Isn’t this Sefter? One of the newbies?”

“What’s that got to do with it?” Flora asked, crossing her arms, getting confused when CX turned to look at Grian.

“Unknown person near family can seem worrying around here, wouldn’t you say?”

While Flora and Grian both looked confused, the mushroom guy sighed. “I think e’s tryina say th’ kid freaked out ‘n tried attackin’ what ‘e thought was a threat.”

“Pretty much. Though I honestly think you’re all a threat. Why are you here?”

“We needed to see Wassa.” Flora spoke up, gesturing to the mushroom guy who Grian was glad to have the name of. “Grian here’s an avian. Something happened and he ended up in a room filled with all sorts of mushrooms and now there’s some shit stuck in his wings. We want to know what it is and if he can get it out.”

“Color?” Wassa asked, moving towards Grian and then grabbing his wing.

“A sort of purplish grey.” Flora replied. “Right, you’ve got some color blindness, don’t you?”

Wassa shrugged. “Yeah, but purple’s not really ‘fected, so this should be easier th’n identifyin’ other shrooms. Anyway, this is definitely from somewhere modded er somethin’. Alright, jus’ follow me ta m’ base. I’ll get a better look at ‘em there.”

Grian and Flora followed along behind Wassa and CX, but Astrid stayed behind, focused on Sefter. Once The group was far enough away, Astrid knelt down next to Sefter and drew a symbol over the bullet wound with her finger. A moment later, the bullet came out and the wound healed, followed by Astrid taking the robot’s hand and pulling him up.

Sefter dusted himself off, then glanced around, making sure the others weren’t coming back for Astrid. After noticing they weren’t, he pulled out a file folder from his inventory and handed it to Astrid. The teen’s eyes widened behind her mask as she took it, opening it to see what was inside.

“Keep quiet.” Sefter spoke up, making Astrid look up from the file, watching as Sefter started to leave. Astrid frowned, flipping the bot off before looking back at the file, then stuffing it in her inventory to run after the group and catch up.

It ended up that everyone gathered at Doc’s base. With Mumbo and Xisuma looking for the others, they met up at the copy of the hybrid’s base since it was safer compared to False’s base to the Northwest and Cleo’s base to the south was built to be spread out, so it was even more unwieldy with how the nightmare was portraying everything.

At this point, everyone knew Tommy was stuck in the center island. It was the only place left to look. Plus, there was also what was going on with Wilbur. Here and there, it was like he suddenly started flickering. The first time Phil saw it, he panicked and mentioned Ghostbur, which helped with them figuring out what was happening. Since his revival, Wilbur had been revived and Ghostbur became a part of him.

After that came them slowly learning from Wilbur what was going on. Wilbur would have loved to fill them in better than he was right then, but the vague feeling of being ripped apart in opposite directions and having a migraine so bad he wasn’t sure how much he was actually seeing and how much he was imagining or remembering from the past.

And then all that would be enough, but it was worse from how the others were acting. Phil was touchy about them not having Tommy nearby. Paul was still a bit suspicious about what was going on, even though he kept trying to catch himself and correct how he was acting. Mumbo and EX had gotten into some sort of argument, which pulled Xisuma in and got them all going. And then Doc was talking with Techno about some sort of plan or formula or something Wilbur couldn’t understand, though they also kept getting distracted making sure Grum was alright making it even more confusing. If anything, actually getting pulled to wherever Tommy was was better because of how much calmer everything was.

On one of the times he was pulled back to the group, everything must have gotten worse when he was gone because it just felt so loud and he just broke. Wilbur remembered that he said something, but what exactly he said he didn’t recall. All he did know was when he stopped, it was quiet and he wasn’t back with Tommy.

“I think Wilbur’s right.” Techno was the one to speak up. Wilbur wasn’t sure what he was right about, but was glad it worked. “We need to stop arguing. I mean, I’m not the only one who’s noticed it’s been getting worse, right?”

There were some slight mumblings of agreement, and then Techno looked over to Xannes. “Hey, you showed up because you were told something about all this, right?”

“Vaguely. I thought I was helping you get past a whitelist, but then Theseus mentioned there was some sort of test instead. And that’s all these weird nightmare things.”

Techno nodded a little, mostly thinking it over. “Dream had this whole thing about connections holding people back. I know you know hels better, but if this is supposed to be a test, maybe it’s testing that too. Making us tense and getting us arguing.”

“I doubt it. If anything he’d keep that thing about attachment. He wouldn’t want people that are close getting in easily. That’s why we’re all stuck here together instead of everyone doing their own thing. It wants us to break that bond or whatever you want to call it.”

“So the sooner we can get out of here, the better.” Phil summed it up, though Doc shook his head.

“Easier said than done, man. These things have been getting tougher. I mean you already tried just flying out to the middle island and couldn’t get past whatever was there.”

“Xisuma did though, right?” Wilbur asked, getting everyone to look at him. Sure, he still had a bit of a headache and things felt fuzzy, but it was much better than before. “He’s there. Or someone that looks like him is. I-Instead of Dream?” Wilbur finished off, losing confidence in what he was saying, but the others seemed to be happy about the news.

“That’s got to be it then!” Mumbo explained. “Xisuma, you remember how he was after he first arrived!”

“Right, it took forever for him to be comfortable with people mentioning my name, much less being around me.”

“I’m guessing since you were the admin, he was worried about you being like Dream?” Techno asked, getting a nod from Xisuma. “Well, maybe none of us can get there since it’s his exile like Wil’s saying, but the only one allowed to go there was Dream since he set it up. If a fake you is in Dream’s place, maybe the real you can get in?”

Xisuma looked unsure, but Paul spoke up. “It’s worth a shot. If it doesn’t work, at least we tried and aren’t left debating it.”

“I unfortunately agree with him.” Xannes spoke up, though then attempted to shove over Paul when he gave a thumbs up to thank him. “We try to see if it works, then go from there. We already saw with the spoon that this is all based on what the nightmar-ee thinks should be going on. If the fake one is there, the real one should be able to get there too.”

The trio as well as CX all sat down in the main room as Wassa was off elsewhere looking into a sample he had taken from Grian. For the most part they were all silent, except for when CX offered them some bags of some sort of pink powder which Flora and Astrid passed up on, though Grian accepted, putting into his pocket. Hey, drugs were drugs after all.

After that, Grian just looked around. The place was decorated with mushrooms, mainly in a pink that was a little darker than the bag of drugs he was given or in the blue of the terrain outside. Anything else all seemed to be fake or kept in what seemed like very special glass cases. There were also a number of pigs walking around, mostly in blue but a few in pink. One came close enough for Grian to pat it on the head.

Apparently a certain someone didn’t approve of that, because Grian’s back suddenly clucked, making everyone look over to him as he froze. “I’m sorry, did I hear what I think I heard?” CX was the one to ask, confirming to the others that, yes, they weren’t the only one who heard that.

“Probably not?” Grian tried to lie, but was quickly found out by a bit more clucking as well as his bag moving around a bit before a chicken poked its head out from the bag. “No, get back in there!”

“Why… why do you have a chicken in your bag?” Flora asked.

“So I may have also gotten myself a pet chicken when I went training with Grifter.” Grian explained. “Her name is Sally.”

CX leaned closer and let Sally rub her beak against his outstretched finger. “You know, a flock of these things can pink a triceratops clean in around ninety seconds.”

“They can what?!” Flora asked, getting a chuckle out of CX.

“It’s a joke. But they can be pretty ruthless. That’s why they’re an omen of death.”

“Wait, chickens, like actually chickens, are supposed to be an omen of death?” Grian asked, looking at Sally like she would suddenly do something to help him understand.

“Well, a lot of things can be. Crows, solar eclipses, fans, mushrooms, opals. Heck, even umbrellas, so we’ve got a nice group.”

Grian paused, confused by what the heck CX meant, though before he could ask, Flora seemed to realize. “Oh yeah, shit, of course you don’t know. Astrid, wanna show him?”

Astrid shrugged then took her weapon out. What Grian had thought was a sort of metal bat this whole time suddenly opened showing that it was, indeed, actually an umbrella. “What the fuck?”

‘There’s a long story behind it.’ Astrid started after closing the umbrella again and putting it aside. ‘Long story short, my brother was a fucking asshole.’

That didn’t help much, leaving Grian just as, if not more confused, so then CX spoke up to clarify. “Alright, so a bit over a decade ago, I was on okay terms with Nightmare. And since I was cool with him, I was cool with Astrid, her being his younger sister. A lot of people think I’ve got magic or something, but I’m just really good with admin commands. I figured I would give them each something pretty cool because why not. Nightmare asked me for some sort of mechanic as a replacement for whitelists which I set up. As for Astrid, she was five at the time. Nightmare decided to ask what she wanted, specifically at a time where she would ask for something that, y’know, a five year old would want. I told him that with what he asked for already, I probably wouldn’t be able to do much for her, plus with how young she was, why not wait a few years.”

“But he convinced you otherwise?” Grian asked, getting a nod from CX.

“I mean, to be able to do the shit I do, the world admin needs to give some sort of permission. I didn’t want to lose that, so fine, I would do what he wanted. Apparently Astrid had at the time been in love with an umbrella that looked like a frog, but a few days ago, it had gotten destroyed. She was devastated, so the first thing she asked for was an umbrella. Of course I tried to convince her of something else, but nope! Kept asking for an umbrella. So who was I to refuse? I made it but added plenty of bells and whistles so it also functions as a hybrid weapon and shield.”

“And then Nightmare decided you had too much power.” Wassa’s voice spoke up as he walked into the room.

“Well someone’s sober.” CX replied, turning to face Wassa. “Figured out what it was?”

Wassa slapped the back of CX’s head, just earning a laugh from him. “I’m glad I was with how loud you guys started getting. You’re bad enough by yourself, so along with the omen trio here, it was enough of a headache.”

“The what now?” Grian asked, extremely confused.

“Oh shit, didn’t tell you that. Enough people group up sometimes to simplify who they’re talking about with shorter names. Like Silski and Toob are the posture duo since neither of them stand straight, Silski, Euro, Ekke and my grandma are the council, stuff like that.”

“And why are we the omen trio?” Grian asked, still a little confused.

“I said you guys were being loud. You were just talking about death omens. I mean, one of you has a pet chicken, one of you has a thing with an umbrella, plus you could argue that gaudy gem encrusted mask is like a death mask. And then you have someone who is literally related to death being their granddaughter and all. So yeah, omen trio. You’re welcome.”

“Hey, not that I'm not glad about the name, because I’ve honestly been trying to figure it out.” Flora spoke up. “What did you find out about the shit on Grian’s wings?”

“Oh right. Nothing too bad. Stuff you mostly find in modded worlds called mycelium. It’s not directly harmful, though if it builds up too much on his wings, he might have trouble flying. Now, about payment.”

“Hold up.” Flora started, jumping out of her seat. “Who said anything about paying you? I thought you loved mushroom stuff? Isn’t that enough?”

“Not exactly. See, mycelium isn’t the most common thing, but it’s also not the rarest in the world if you know where to look. I mean, I’ve got a culture over here.” And Wassa picked up one of the glass cases, which had what seemed to be a pair of mushrooms with mycelium covering whatever they were planted in. “Look, I’m not asking for too much. I just need you guys to talk with Cerus.”

With the way Flora was shocked, Grian knew that probably wasn’t the best thing. “Who… who is Cerus?”

Wassa put the mycelium case away and then looked to Grian. “Cerus and Aven were two people who lived here well before Nightmare showed up and claimed this place for himself. They fucked up and got cursed as well as locking up a whole dimension. When Nightmare first arrived, he teamed up with the two of them to try and reverse the curse and get back to The Dark, and it sort of worked, but then they screwed up more. In The Dark are something sort of similar to a type of fungus called sculk growths. Nightmare was a btich and wouldn’t let me see what he managed to collect, Aven is scatterbrained and also literally a ghost, so he couldn’t do much. That left Cerus, but I haven’t had much luck with him.”

“Why not go to The Dark yourself? My uncle opened it back up when he became admin here.”

“Because I want to be informed before running in there blindly. With how that place was broken, respawns might not work properly. I don’t want to risk my head just like that.”

“Alright.” Grian spoke up. “We can try talking to them. Where do they live?”

“North of spawn. Giant ice temple. Can’t miss it.” Wassa answered, then handed Grian some sort of charm. “Here, use this and it should help with the mycelium if it becomes a problem.”

“Uh, thanks.” Grian replied, stuffing it in his pocket, then left to follow behind Flora and Astrid. For now they would just be heading back to the castle to rest, and possibly also one of them could find Aven and talk with him. But if that didn’t work, then tomorrow, they would speak with Cerus.

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chiliiscereal · 3 years

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Chosen last: part two

Rottmnt x reader

Summary: reader worries that their new friends are becoming exactly like their old ones, unaware that they’re ditching them to prepare a surprise

Platonic, of course!

Part one: https://chiliiscereal.tumblr.com/post/650808822043115520/chosen-last

———

“I’m SOOOoO gonna beat you, Mikey!” You gloated, smashing your fingers over the remote buttons and narrowing your eyes at the tv.

“Ha! In your dreams, baby!” He responded gleefully. He leaned forward and concentrated harder than you’d ever seen him.

It was your annual video game competition. Once a month you and the turtles (and April of course) have one day dedicated to seeing who was the video game champ.

Mikey won last month, Donnie won the month before, Leo won the three months before that, and Raph came close but April defeated him.

You were absolutely determined to win this month.

Surprisingly, Leo was on the couch behind you and rooting for you.

“Go y/n! You got this!” He shouted when your video game car passed Mikeys. He even jumped out of his seat, nearly spilling the popcorn.

“Why are you rooting for y/n??” Mikey accused lividly. “I’m your brother!!”

“Y/n hasn’t won a single competition! Besides, you won last month!” Leo smirked, sitting back down. “It’s hilarious to see you this worked up.”

“Oh you and Dr. Delicate touch are gonna have a looooong talk later.” You snorted.

“Hell yeah he is!” Mikey growled.

Before you could say anything else, Raph entered the room.

“Hey, guys, sorry to cut things short but... Dad needs us to clean!” He blurted out quickly. “Sorry y/n but you should probably go.”

You waved him off, shutting the tv off. “Oh, I can stay and help!”

“No! I mean, it’ll just be boring trust me.” He intervened and took the remote from you hurriedly. He even grabbed your arm and pulled you off the floor. “You don’t want to help clean! It’s fine!”

“Hold on, we have to clean?” Leo groaned. “We cleaned last month!”

“Yeah, why aren’t we fighting Splinter on this?” Mikey stood in Raphs way when he tried to push you out of the room.

You wriggled out of the red masked turtles grasp. “Come on! Don’t you want someone to help you debate this with Splinter!”

You were on the rats good side ever since you bought him the exclusive Lou Jitsu movie box. All the turtles knew this.

Why didn’t they want you on their side?

A small part of you whispered past insecurities but you brushed it away.

Raph sighed, clearly nervous. “Guys we gotta do... the thing. We gotta clean the thing!” He looked at them as if searching for help.

“What thing?” Leo narrowed his eyes.

“The THING. You know?” Raph cleared his throat. “You don’t want to know, y/n. It’s super gross.”

You placed your hands on your hips, suspicious.

“You know... the thing April mentioned a while ago?” Raph tried again, making some loose gestures that you couldn’t really understand.

Somehow, though, Mikey and Leo caught on.

“Ohhhh, the thing!” Mikey exclaimed and immediately began clearing away the snack mess that had been left from the video games.

Leo joined him. “Yeah! Dude, you don’t wanna be here to clean the thing.” He shoveled as much garbage in his arms as he could. “You can just head for the door and come back later! You know, when we don’t have to clean?”

Hesitantly, you grabbed your bag. “Okay..?”

What was this thing they had to clean?

Did they really think it would gross you out?

And why did it take them so long to catch on?

Whatever. It was probably more shenanigans. It didn’t mean anything.

“Alright then,” you stepped away from them slowly, “I’ll just head out.”

The turtles stood in their spots stiffly and waved goodbye.

You rounded the corner to walk over to the ladder, unsure of what to think.

They didn’t normally act like this...

But maybe Splinter just really wanted them to clean?

But why weren’t you allowed to know what the Thing was?

And April apparently already knew about it...

Maybe it was just that you were still relatively new to the friend group.

Yeah, that made sense.

Before you could touch the ladder you heard voices.

Two voices.

Coming from Donnie’s lab.

Well, might as well go say goodbye to Donnie right?

You shouldered you’re bag and headed over, standing in the doorway and knocking on the wall so he’d know you were there.

He and April were both sitting together looking at a computer.

You didn’t even know April was there! Well, she might get kicked out for cleaning day to. Maybe you could both do something together!

The duo looked up, panicked, and Donnie quickly shut the computer off. “Ah! Y/n! I didn’t know you were here!”

You frowned, a little hurt. “Today was the video game competition? I was here just like the last... five months?”

April gave you a too wide grin and shut the laptop. “Well! What... uh... what brings you to the lab?”

You shifted uncomfortably. “Raph and the others kicked me out cause they need to clean a Thing? They said it was really gross, and I came in to say bye to Donnie and maybe see if you wanted to go get ice cream or something?”

April turned to Donnie, wide eyed. “Well... I... I can’t exactly... I have a...”

“She has to help clean the Thing as well!” Donnie filled in for her.

Now you were really confused. “But... Raph said it was too gross for anyone other than family.”

“It’s fine!” April waved you off. “But let’s get ice cream later! Okay?”

You gave them a small wave and turned around. “Yeah... okay.”

———-

That Saturday you found yourself walking down the street with one of your old friends.

She wanted to get frozen yogurt and had a coupon for a “buy one get one free”.

Normally you’d have said no. But the turtles AND April denied you every time you asked if you could hang out!

So you said yes.

Just like old times.

“I’m SO sure Jake likes me.” She grinned to herself as she typed away on her phone. “Hope you don’t mind but he’s gonna be at the frozen yogurt shop with us!”

“Oh.” You mumbled. “I thought it’d just be you and me.”

“It’s fine!” She waved you off. “He’s nice! He’s not like the last guy... uh... what’s his name?”

“The guy who told me I was a prude or the guy who told me I looked better with makeup?” You couldn’t help but spit out bitterly.

“The first one.” She eyed you strangely. “And what’s with you today? You’re more pessimistic than usual.”

“That one was Brian. And I’m fine.”

She turned back to her phone, the two of you weaving through the new York crowd.

You’d rather be with the...

The turtles?

You stopped, hearing familiar voices coming from the alley.

“How could you forget!”

“You think I just meant to?!”

“Maybe!”

“Guys, shut up, it’s not a big deal, okay? There’s still time to figure this out.”

“Easy for you to say! You’re just gonna make up another lame excuse and leave!”

“I will not!”

“Can’t we just wait for April in peace?”

“No, because RAPH forgot about-!”

You cleared your throat and entered the alley.

The boys were huddled together, arguing. Quickly they jumped apart and tried their best to act normal.

“Heyyyyy, y/n!” Leo gave you awkward finger guns. “Didn’t expect to see you here!”

Mikey looked like he was trying to say something but couldn’t find the words.

You were suddenly less excited to see them. “Hey’ didn’t expect to see you guys either!” You bit the inside of your cheek nervously. “What’re you... what’re you doing here? I thought you were too busy to hang out?”

“We are!” Donnie nodded. “Very busy.”

“Yeah and dad grounded us from hanging out with people so-.” Raph added, only for his plan to fall through when April showed up from behind them.

“Guys! I got the-!” She stopped, spotting you. Whatever was in her hands she hid it purposely behind her back so you couldn’t see it. “Y/n!”

You fixed them with a small glare. “Too busy to hang out?”

You didn’t want to sound clingy or desperate, but now it just felt like they were going out of their way to avoid you.

“Well, you know, April doesn’t count! She’s practically family!” Raph chuckled.

That was enough for you to make a decision.

“Well, I’m kind of with a friend right now! I’ll... I’ll just talk to you guys later.”

You backed out of the alley, surprised to find yourself looking forward to meeting the new boy your friend was chasing instead of seeing whatever goofiness the turtles were up to.

You’d survived without them before.

Surely you could survive until whatever this was passed.

———-

“Hey girl your birthday’s coming up!” Your friend mentioned at the lunch table the next day. “I’m Definetely taking you bowling! We’ll bring all the girls, maybe even Jake!”

You didn’t even like bowling.

You didn’t even like Jake!

He was just like all the other boys she’d dated.

But it was better than just sitting at home and waiting for the boys to explain their recent behavior.

“That sounds great.” You muttered, stirring your salad half heartedly. “Can’t wait.”

You went back to sitting with your old group since this whole thing started.

You didn’t have anyone else to sit with! April would disappear during her lunch hour and say she just was going out to get lunch, but she never did that! Ever!

A part of you believed that maybe they finally realized you weren’t worth being friends with.

Maybe you were always meant to be the hermit.

“You excited?” One of your friends asked. “I am! I’m gonna invite Jaxon to go with me and I’ll get dressed up-!”

You tuned them out immediately.

What was the point.

They were talking about it like it was their party.

Not yours.

Just like every other year.

———-

Another day went by.

You found yourself with those same girls again.

They were planning the ‘bowling birthday party’ and coordinating rides. But, of course, there was no room for you to carpool with them.

“Hey, y/n!” April shouted across the lunch room.

You debated about ignoring her, and then debated about just getting it over with.

Ignoring her seemed easier.

“O’Neil, what do you want.” One of your friends asked almost boredly.

Crap, April was right behind you.

“I just wanted to talk to y/n!”

You didn’t bother turning around.

“I know you heard me. Why aren’t you sitting at our table?”

You clenched you’re fists under the table. “You haven’t been here, April. Besides I have other friends.” You finally turned to face her.

She narrowed her eyes.

But, not from anger.

“Well... I’m back now!” She grinned, placing her hand on your shoulder. “Also, Mikey wanted to know if you wanted to have ice cream with the guys later tonight?”

One of your friends burst out laughing before you could even answer. “This Mikey guy is real?”

Another one snorted. “Who’d have known?”

You tried to laugh it off.

You really did.

But that proved harder than you thought.

April placed her hands on her hips. “Excuse me? What do you mean by ‘who’d have known’?”

“You know what y/n’s like!” The friend beside you waved her off. “She hardly talks to anyone! He’d probably think she’s boring.” She turned to you. “Right?” She elbowed your side when you said nothing, as if she were joking with you.

You straitened your lips into a thin line and nodded. “Yeah... right.”

“So, when we go bowling for your birthday, do you think Jake will like my blue dress or my-?”

April slammed her hands on the table. “Hold on, you think this is all some game?”

Your friend shrugged. “We’re just playing with her! She knows it’s a joke!”

“Was it? Cause I couldn’t tell!” April huffed.

“April, drop it.” You mumbled. “It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not!” She nearly yelled. “You guys haven’t been a good friend to her at all! You forgot her birthday present last year and you make her walk everywhere-!”

You stood up from your seat. “I said stop, okay?”

Surprisingly, she did.

“It’s fine. Just leave it alone.” You walked over to the trash can and dumped in your long forgotten food.

She frowned. “Fine, if you don’t want me to do this, I won’t.” She walked next to you, casting a look over her shoulder at your table. “Even though I’m right.”

You said nothing.

What could you say?

“Hey, I... I gotta go talk to the guys.” April bit her lip and glanced at the door. “Can you possibly come to the lair? Tonight? Around... five?”

You set your tray back in the pile with all the other dirty ones. “Yeah, I can try.”

“Great thanks!”

April was out of there faster than you could say ‘hot soup’.

————

Wouldn’t you know it, five o’clock rolled around.

You didn’t want to go.

You really didn’t.

Well, you did, but you honestly thought this was going to be them ditching you.

All the signs were there.

Instead of over thinking you decided to just go. Don’t even think about it.

You arrived at the lair quietly, taking your time stepping down the ladder.

All the lights in the kitchen were off.

All the lights in their skating room was off.

By now, it just felt like this was one big joke. Did you misinterpret April? Did the guys even know you were down here? Ugh what if they were doing this just to laugh at you?

Finally, you got to their living room.

You clicked the light on.

“SURPRISE!!”

You nearly jumped out of your skin when the four boys, one girl, and one rat dad jumped out.

Confetti?

Cake?

Even a happy birthday banner?

Decorations with your favorite colors?

Your favorite movie ready and waiting to be played in the tv?

“Ha! Look! Y/n’s speechless!” Leo chortled.

“Happy early birthday, dear friend!” Donnie waved to showcase the room. “April told us your friends were having a bowling party on the actual day, and that you probably needed a little something fun, so here we are!”

“We got all your favorite things, facts checked by the master!” Raph patted April’s back.

“We even got your favorite video game from the store!” Mikey bounced over to the tv and picked up the disc case.

“We have cake, baked by me, and your favorite sodas!” Splinter gave you a toothy rat grin.

“And as for the gifts,” Raph chuckled guiltily, “you kind of caught us trying to get them at the store! April told us it was coming up but we forgot and had to rush to get things ready.”

You...

You honestly didn’t know what to say...

You didn’t have any words!

No one had ever done this for you before.

No one.

Not even the friends that you’d known for years.

A small tear slipped out against your will as you brought your hands to cover your mouth.

“Hey, what’s the problem? You’re supposed to be happy!” Leo dropped his party hat and rushed over, brothers behind him.

You wrapped them up in the biggest hug you could give them. “Thank you so so so much! I... no one has ever done anything like this for me!”

The family gladly returned the gesture.

“Ah, so they’re happy tears. Excellent.” Donnie nodded to himself. “You are happy with this, right?”

You released them and stepped back. “Definitely happy tears.”

April draped her arm over your shoulder. “Well then, what are you waiting for! Let’s get started!!”

That night was probably one of the best nights of your life.

For once, you weren’t chosen last.

You weren’t the extra.

You weren’t the plus one.

You weren’t taken for granted.

Let me know if you have any ideas for a part three! Possibly one where the turtles find out about the readers friends? 😏

@magicalfrickingfish

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redorich · 3 years

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Soooo.... is there more of that Hermit!Tommy battle?

here’s the last part :)

Xisuma stalks through the rubble of the Dream SMP, armored boots crunching on gravel and broken glass. Fundy, as far as he knows, is still face-down in a river somewhere. As rain pours down his visor, seeps into the cracks, and sparks his electrocuted skin, Xisuma wonders what’s drawn him to water so much today; here he stands, watching the water below him churn underneath the docks and eat away at the shore. Xisuma himself stands high above it all, atop a small, jagged mountain.

He hears the tell-tale shing of a riptide trident. Thank every star in the void-- if Xisuma has to deal with a channelling trident right now, after his last fight, he thinks he may just sit down and quit. Even though he can already tell who’s behind him from their warped presence alone, Xisuma turns wearily to face his next opponent.

Dream stands before him, breathing oddly in a way that indicates at least one cracked rib. His mask is shattered, and more of his face is bloody than clean. From the looks of things, Techno must have scratched him on the thin skin above his eyebrows. Xisuma knows intimately how that wound bleeds profusely, how it gets into one’s eyes and makes it impossible to see. Dream’s obviously coming down from a potion high, and his netherite chestplate is in shambles.

"So much for 'Technoblade never dies', huh?" Dream says confidently. Xisuma can see right through him; despite Dream's easy smirk, he's barely able to stand.

Xisuma's long past the point of asking nicely for his opponent to surrender. He says nothing, and a purple glow oozes up from out of the ground; the stone beneath the men's feet is overlaid with a runic circle: a tell-tale sign of admin magic.

Dream's not as experienced in admin magic, but he's an excellent fighter. Instead of meeting Xisuma's magic with his own, Dream bursts forward in a bout of speed that causes his fractured ribs to shriek in protest, and knees Xisuma solidly in the solar plexus. The hermit wheezes and his runic circle falters, but he does not respond. While he pours all his being into this work of admin magic, Dream is free to ravage his physical form, already battered as it is by Fundy. Dream’s axe is long gone, as is his sword, but his fists are more than enough.

“So you’re just going to give up?!” Dream demands. “You won’t even bother to fight me head-on, you’ve got to waste all your energy on some magic attack that won’t even work? I’ll kill you before you can set it off. You’ll have died for nothing. All your people will have died for nothing.”

Again, Xisuma says nothing. Rage bubbles up from deep inside him. He allows Dream, the vile admin, to rain strike after strike upon him while Xisuma musters the power necessary for his magic attack. Fuck Dream. If Xisuma focuses enough, he can convince himself that the rain hurts worse than any pain Dream can inflict. Even as Dream claws at Xisuma’s throat, digs his fingers into already-bleeding wounds, even as Xisuma’s vision grows steadily darker, the electricity sparking through his veins keeps him wide awake. He will win this fight-- there is no “or die trying”. He will win. He will survive. He will persevere. He will...

Xisuma stumbles. The magic circle dims for a moment. How long can he keep this up?

“Just die already!” Dream growls out. “There’s nothing you can do--!”

From high in the sky, obscured by inclement weather, a red blur divebombs rapidly and throws all its weight into kicking Dream in the head. He falls like a stone, groaning. “What the fuck..?”

Grian stands proudly, elytra fluttering in the harsh wind. Behind him, Tommy launches up into the air with a riptide trident and lands at Grian’s side.

Dream’s mind is overheating. It’s firing on all cylinders and then some, trying to process and calculate everything. Tommy’s escaped from prison. He’s got a trident, but no armor-- Grian must not have had a spare set, and as it is Grian’s vulnerable because he’s wearing an elytra instead of a chestplate. Damn it, why didn’t he keep track of the sky? How many other enemies are hidden within the dark storm clouds? Can he kill Xisuma before Grian attacks? Does Grian have a weapon? He must have been the one to give Tommy the trident, but Tommy’s been away from where he belongs-- under Dream’s heel-- and Dream can’t predict whether or not Tommy will attack him.

“Hello, Dream,” Grian says mildly, breaking Dream out of his own head. It’s an almost friendly tone, but it still sounds ominous.

Dream is instantly proven right when Grian holds out his hand for Tommy to return the borrowed trident. The moment the weapon touches his fingers, he yanks Tommy in front of him, pins him in place from behind, and holds the deadly gleaming trident prongs to the teen’s neck.

“Grian, what--?!” Tommy yelps, then whimpers when Grian roughly jostles the trident.

“No,” Dream breathes. His heart drops into his stomach. “Don’t you dare.”

Grian smiles. “You were right, Dream-- I never cared about Tommy. None of us did. We hermits always want what we can’t have. Diamonds are too easy for us. Netherite means nothing. We saw Tommy, and we knew he was running from the man who owned him. Now we own him. And I’m the one who gets the privilege of killing him, so you can never have him!”

Dream’s face, bare as it is, is painted clear to see with fear. Horrified, he wheezes through his pain with wide eyes. He’s still on the ground.

“Do you have anything to say, Tommy?” Grian asks sweetly. “Any last words for Dream?”

Through teary eyes, Tommy looks down at Dream. He bites his lip, fists his hands in the spare fabric of his pants. “Dream...” he says hesitantly, then grins widely. “Get fucked, green boy!”

The purple runes at their feet flare brightly. Dream snaps his gaze to Xisuma, who has gone completely forgotten in the whirlwind of revelations. Tommy and Grian, who Dream now understands faked the whole hostage situation, both tackle him to keep him from exiting the magic circle.

Dream wakes up when he does not remember ever losing consciousness. He's still in the exact same position was was in last he remembers, so he can't have been out for long. There’s a beat-up guy in armor, a guy in a red sweater, and... Tommy. Oh Lord, Dream thinks, what has he done?

He looks down from the mountain and sees blood and bodies everywhere. He did this. This is his fault.

“Stand down!” he yells as loud as he can. It’s not like it’ll make much of a difference; there’s not many people left alive to stand down.

Grian edges closer to Dream, who still hasn’t gotten up. Dream doubts his legs will support him.

“Hey, shh, we can fix this,” Grian says.

Dream fists his hands in his hair, tears beading in the corners of his eyes. “There’s nothing left to fix! Why aren’t you killing me? Your people are dead, too!”

Xisuma flinches, but Grian’s face hardens slightly. “You’re the admin here,” Grian says, “all you have to do is bring them back.”

“But-- but they-- canon lives--”

Tommy interrupts Dream. “Canon lives?! Who was it that came up with the idea in the first place, huh? Was it you?”

Dream’s shoulders slump and he hangs his head in defeat. “...Yes.”

Grian slaps him upside the head. It’s not hard enough to do any damage, but Dream is already so wrecked that it sends his head spinning.

“Idiot,” Grian says. “It was the dreamon, not you. Nothing’s stopping you from reviving everyone.”

“They’ll just start fighting again,” Dream says, grasping at straws.

Xisuma shrugs, though it looks painful. “Then turn PvP off.”

“...They’ll kill me. I’d deserve it.”

Tommy puts his arm around Dream’s shoulder, helping him sit up all the way. This is so fucked, that the kid-- literal kid-- Dream tortured and manipulated is showing him pity.

“It wasn’t you, who did those things,” Tommy says, as though he can read Dream’s thoughts. Perhaps he can. Dream’s face is very expressive, he knows; it’s part of why he wears the mask in the first place.

“It was, Tommy. You of all people should understand this, you should hate me the most! I remember everything I did to you,” Dream cuts himself off, takes a ragged breath, and continues. “I remember planning out what I did, feeling satisfied with it, the blood was on my hands.”

Tommy frowns sharply, though his arm still hasn’t left Dream’s shoulders. “So that’s it, then? You’re too much of a pussy to even try? If it’s really your fault, then you should be the one to fix your mess.”

Now that, that Dream can understand. He nods shakily, calling up an admin console. “When I’m done, put me in the prison. I don’t want to hurt anyone like this ever again.”

The two hermits look at each other unhappily over Dream and Tommy’s heads, but say nothing. They watch as all across the server, mutilated corpses dissipate into fine white pixels, and people begin to respawn. The hermits and Dream SMP citizens alike raise their weapons, but find that PvP does no damage any longer.

Dream is crying.

“Come with us,” Grian offers on a whim. Xisuma startles, but sees where Grian is going.

“Yeah, why don’t you come to Hermitcraft? You can be alone there.”

“Why can’t I be alone here?” Dream asks sullenly.

Tommy grins. “Think of it like a therapy vacation.” When the two hermits laugh, he laughs with them. “Worked for me, didn’t it?”

Holding out a hand for Dream with deceptive casualness, he waits with bated breath for Dream to take it. Dream hesitates, wondering if he should, if he deserves it.

Fuck it. He may not deserve it, but he wants it. To Hermitcraft he goes.

#mcyt #hc x dsmp #dreamwastaken #technoblade #tommyinnit #xisuma #xisumavoid #fundy #itsfundy #hermit!tommy au #me.cpp #me.txt #that-one-engineering-bard

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sweetest-honeybee · 3 years

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Down to Dust

Chapter 5

Fic Summary: Grian will have to keep the dragon egg secure for the Watchers. But, they’re not the only ones who want it. On a completely unrelated note, Mumbo will have to deal with a version of himself that's only amplified by his No Killing mindset.

Chapter Summary: After a semi-sleepless night with a mysterious and insult heavy voice, Mumbo admits to Grian that he wasn’t exactly honest when he said nothing happened to him before he gave back the egg.

TW: Sleep deprivation (just in case), insults/degradation, and similar things (it’s not a bad chapter but to those a wee bit sensitive)

Word Count: 1441

Notes: None I don’t think

Enjoy!

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Your idiocy astounds me.

Mumbo turned on his side and pulled his knees to his chest. It was still dusk, the middle of the night most likely. At least, it felt like he’d been up for hours. Just as sleep tugged at his eyelids in an almost successful attempt at letting him drift into a peaceful slumber, a voice, and a strange one at that, jabbed itself into the back of his mind. It did nothing more but insult him.

How’ve you become so gullible.

It wasn’t just any voice, he discovered. It was his voice. Of course, that’s what thoughts were most of the time, especially particularly degrading ones. However, it was different from his usual self deprecation. It was a deep, distorted echo of his voice, but he recognized it all too well.

And it wouldn’t stop talking.

He didn’t see you take it, you daft spoon.

It was likely just buzzing nerves after the egg’s outburst. His heart still raced at the very thought of it, and when the egg came to mind, so did the eerie voice. Weird things happened after he got his hands on the egg in the first place. Thus, the voice was a new addition alongside an aching in his limbs and an uncanny…guilt, for lack of a better word. Almost as if he’d done something wrong. Like a child that’s broken their parents’ favorite vase.

Must’ve been the leftover shame from Grian’s scolding.

He sat up, leaning his head back on the cold wall of the van and rubbing his eyes.

Grian’s lied to you like he’s done several times before. You’re a fool to trust him.

Mumbo didn’t feel like listening to the gravelly voice. He pulled his hand away from his face and held it in front of him. The fatigue left it blurred against the interior of the van. Only a soft golden light emitted from the windows behind it from the bases outside. It was a nice glow. A soft, serene warmth that he could almost…almost doze off to…

That egg holds a power unlike anything you’ve seen. A thousand times more than all the redstone you can imagine.

He lifted his head from its slow descent to his chest. Power? What was power to him if he was too tired to use it because the damned voice wouldn’t let him sleep. Half lidded eyes trailed towards the hand that was now in his lap.

Why don’t I get it for you if you’re so frightened of your little bird friend.

Mumbo was dozing again. In this state, he mumbled to himself.

“Don’t even know who you are,” was all that slurred from his lips. He decided to humor the voice anyway. “Just some thought.”

Who I am hardly concerns you.

“You keep insulting me. Why would I listen to-“

Mumbo, it snapped. If you wish to keep questioning me, it’s a futile attempt. My purpose here is to…make a deal of sorts.

“Deal,” the redstoner echoed with a short nod. “I must be very tired. I’m making deals with myself. Mhm, what kinda deal.”

I need a little bit more power. You retrieve the egg, then we can talk more.

“I can’t…get the egg. Grian has it.” He snorted. “If he hid it well this time. Didn’t you say you could just get it?”

If a vexed businessman with less common sense than a beached squid can find it, I’m sure you can. As for the offer, I unfortunately cannot get it alone.

“I’m not very helpful.” Mumbo yawned. “Just some stupid hermit.”

Believe me, I’ve heard, the voice sounded as if it were to roll its imaginary eyes. But, you’re the only stupid hermit that I have the capability to ask. I’m asking for your assistance. You want the egg, yes?

“I…do want the egg.” It just causes issues though, he added to himself. But, it could revolutionize everything if he could experiment with it. Test its limits.

Good, Mumbo, you can use it for all kinds of farms. You love farms. Farms, vaults, walking…bases. The voice cleared its throat. Many things, of course.

“Mhm. I do.”

Do we have a deal, then?

Mumbo nodded silently, more so to please the voice and get on with ending the conversation. But, he was just talking to himself, it wasn’t exactly easy to simply turn off your thoughts.

He pulled the blanket over himself. As long as he got some rest, things could go back to being as normal as Hermitcraft would let them be. It was already looking up for him. The voice quieted for longer and longer until he was successful at his final attempt to sleep.

The next morning, however, he was up much earlier than he certainly wanted to be, having been awake a mere four hours later to a knock at the van’s door.

He groaned, finally having just gotten comfortable in the small space. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and rubbed at his eyes with a wide yawn. He reached over to the other side of the van, opting to pull the door open from his bed. (Having spider-like limbs came in handy once in a while, he supposed.)

At the door was Grian who looked much more awake- no- alive than Mumbo certainly knew he did. The builder initially greeted him with a smile but before a word even partially escaped his mouth, he grimaced at Mumbo. Though, cringe seemed a better word.

“My god you look awful,” he hissed.

“Good morning to you too,” grumbled the redstoner as he pulled himself out of the van. He stretched, earning a chain of pops down his spine which ended in a satisfied sigh.

“You know, I’d say sorry but I’m not joking, you look like the walking dead. Did you sleep at all last night?”

“A bit,” came a simple answer.

“A bit,” Grian mocked. “When someone says they got a wink of sleep, it’s not a literal statement-”

“Do you need something?” Mumbo turned with a huff.

The avian cleared his throat. “Oh yeah, just wanted to check up on you.” The redstoner only raised a brow. “And you’re out of end crystals.”

Mumbo waved a dismissive hand, only to cover another yawn. “I’ll get those soon.” He began to walk to his potato farm when Grian stopped him with a tug of his arm.

“And I um-“ He sighed. “Sorry again about the whole egg thing. I hope that’s not the reason you look so tired.” Rather than ending in a snort or a giggle, he only looked up at the other with an almost regretful expression. A stark contrast to his mood seconds prior.

Ah, Mumbo guessed that he only came to talk more about the egg. The sentiment was nice though.

Too tired to try to lie, however, he shrugged. “Well, it kinda was but not much to do with you.”

Grian pulled away. “Kind of?”

“Yeah, can’t really explain it. Just nerves I guess.” He rubbed at the back of his neck, trying to choose his next words semi-carefully. “But, I um- I wasn’t all that honest when I said nothing happened when the egg did what it did yesterday.”

This only earned a groan from his friend who accompanied the sound by pinching the bridge of his nose. “Jeez, Mumbo, of course you weren’t. What happened?”

“The egg…I don’t know. When that whole thing happened I was kind of…caught in it. I didn’t run fast enough to avoid this weird wave of energy. Weird stuff’s been happening since.”

“Oh,” was all that left Grian’s mouth.

“Oh?” Mumbo gestured for his friend to continue. “Am I- Is that a good thing? Bad thing?”

“Well did it feel bad?” The avian ran his fingers through his hair. His expression seemed a mix between confused and fearful. Still, wide eyes darted in every direction except the other man.

It only made Mumbo anxious. “What? Is something going to happen to me? Did I screw something up?”

“We’ll that’s the thing, I don’t know! The Watchers don’t know either and-“

The redstoner held up a hand to halt Grian’s answer (or lack of), now mirroring the wide eyed horror on his friend’s face. “Hold on The Watchers don’t know?! Grian you’re a Watcher!”

“Ah, not quite-“

“Not quite?!”

“Mumbo!” snapped the builder. He continued in a hushed voice. “Okay, no, we don’t know. Really, you won’t die but the likelihood is that you might’ve just started a potential dimensional war.”

“I did what.”

#pro tip if you want Mumbo to listen to you just don’t let him sleep lol #pacing is weird which I don’t like but eh #my fic #down to dust fic #hermitcraft #grian #mumbo jumbo #I’ll add a read more here soon don’t worry

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animezing-fandoms · 3 years

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No More Waiting (Gruvia Week 2021 series) Chapter 1: Beguile

Masterlist

Relationships: Gruvia, background Nalu.

Warnings: Implied/Referenced smut.

Series Summary: After the 100 Years Quest, Gray’s finally ready to be in a relationship with Juvia. And after pining for each other for so long, things escalate quickly.

Chapter Summary: Fairy Tail goes to the beach for a weekend for Sorcerer Weekly to take pictures of them. And seeing Juvia in a swimsuit, has Gray feeling some kind of way.

A/N: For gruvia week I decided that instead of writing a bunch of one-shots, I’d string all the prompts together into a mini-series! Each chapter based off of one prompt for each day. So here’s the first one for “beguile”! Enjoy!

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You’d think that an ice Wizard would hate going to the beach. But Gray actually enjoyed it quite a bit. The weather was warm but if he got too hot it was easy to cool down with his magic. Not to mention, it was perfectly acceptable for him to wear minimal clothing.

“Gray you’re naked!” Lucy exclaims.

Perhaps not that minimal.

Gray turns around to see where he discarded his swimming trunks and hurries back to put them on.

“Sorcerer Weekly paid for us to come here because they want pictures of Fairy Tail wizards having a day at the beach for their Summer issue. Not idiots in the nude.” Lucy scolds Gray.

“You’re one to talk.” Gray retorts. “You’re practically nude yourself. That bikini you’ve got on under your cover up barely covers anything.”

That earned him a smack upside the head.

“At least I’m not flashing my goods to anyone like you.” Lucy says.

“Fair enough.” Gray says and rubs the back of his head.

He looks around at all of the people on the beach. There were Fairy Tail guild members and a few civilians. But the one person he wanted to see most, seemed nowhere to be found…

“Looking for Juvia?” Lucy asks teasingly.

Gray stiffens up and Lucy giggles. When he turns around to see her smirking face, he bristles with annoyance.

Ever since the 100 Years Quest ended, it was pretty obvious to everyone that he returned the water mage’s feelings for him. It was true, he was in love with Juvia. But he didn’t love all of the teasing from his friends that came with it.

“No. Aren’t you wondering where Natsu is?” Gray asks.

That got her. Lucy blushes and looks away from him.

“Well yeah but it’s not like I’m dying to see him or anything.” Lucy says as she sets down her stuff and starts to unpack.

“Really. Because I think you may have bought that new swimsuit just to impress him.” Gray says.

That earned him a whack in the head from her beach bag that knocked him into the sand.

“That is completely idiotic!” Lucy exclaims before taking off her cover up, revealing her pale skin, and white bikini to the salty air of the beach. “Besides, it’s Natsu. You know he doesn’t care about stuff like that.”

“Hey Ice Princess!”

Speak of the devil, Gray thinks to himself as he turns around and sees Natsu running up to them, carrying a beach ball under his arm.

“Come play volleyball with me! I know that I’m better at it than you! I’ll totally kick your ass!” He taunts.

“We’ve only been here for ten minutes and you’re already challenging him to a fight?” Lucy asks.

Natsu looks over Gray’s shoulder, to see Lucy and his playful demeanor instantly changes to a flustered one when he sees her. Gray was shocked. Natsu has never shown any interest in women or relationships before. He’s never gotten flustered by them either. While all of the guys in the guild would be drooling over sexy women, Natsu couldn’t care less. Until now, apparently. His eyes were glued to Lucy’s form and his cheeks began to heat up.

Lucy began to get flustered under his gaze. Gray could tell she was just as shocked by Natsu’s reaction as he was. Although Lucy was probably hoping this would happen someday, but she didn’t expect it to actually come to be.

“W-what do you think Natsu?” Lucy asks shyly, tilting her head to the side and pushing her chest forward a bit to try to look more attractive.

“You look…great.” Natsu answers.

Lucy blushes and looks away from him.

“Oh…thanks.” She says. “You like my new bikini?”

“Yeah it looks perfect!” He compliments and Lucy has to cover her mouth to stop herself from squealing in surprise and excitement. “It’s perfect for playing ball with me and Gray! Think fast!” He exclaims and tosses the ball at her, and it hits her in the head.

Gray smiles and laughs. Natsu sure had them both going for a second there. But sure enough, he was still his same old dense self. It was obvious he was into Lucy but he still didn’t know how to show it properly yet. So nothing out of the ordinary or groundbreaking would be happening today.

“Gray-sama!” A familiar voice calls to him from the ocean.

Or so he thought. When he turns to see Juvia, he suddenly realizes why Natsu was so flustered when he saw Lucy in her swimsuit, because he was feeling the exact same way about seeing Juvia in hers.

She was wearing a simple light blue bikini, the same color as her hair. The top was held together by a knot in the front under her breasts, tying the two pieces of fabric together. So her cleavage was on full display. And as she made her way out of the water and towards him, he couldn’t help but stare at her legs. He always thought they were her best feature. They were strong, hiding powerful muscles under smooth, soft skin. Soft skin that glistened in the sunlight from the water droplets that remained from the ocean. By the time she was in front of him, he was practically in a trance, lost in her beauty.

“Could you help Juvia put up her beach umbrella by her towel? Gray-sama?” She asks when he doesn’t answer her.

She was confused. He was staring at her, but he couldn’t seem to hear her. And his eyes didn’t seem to be on hers, they seemed to be looking at something lower…She waves her hand in front of his face and he snaps out of it.

“Huh? Did you say something Juvia?” Gray asks, embarrassed that he caught her staring.

“Yes. Juvia asked if Gray-sama wanted to help her set up her umbrella?” Juvia asks again.

“Oh yeah! Sure!” Gray answers a little too quickly.

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She brings him to her towel and he immediately gets to work with the umbrella, using the task as an excuse not to look at her so he could get his thoughts in order. But then when he turns around to stand the umbrella up, she bends over to try to pick up a hermit crab she spotted, and his thoughts became even more scrambled. And now the umbrella wasn’t the only thing standing up.

Even before he returned his feelings for her, he’d always found her attractive. I mean who wouldn’t. But seeing her like this now that he knew he liked her, he couldn’t help but let his imagination indulge in thoughts of what her smooth skin would feel like under his hands. And what it would be like to touch the places that were covered underneath the fabric of her swimwear. How it would feel to have those long, gorgeous legs wrapped his waist while she moans his name in the throes of passion-

“Gray Fullbuster and Juvia Lockser sharing a towel together on the beach! So cool!” Jason exclaims, spotting them and coming over.

Gray lets out a sigh of relief. This would be a good distraction from his smutty thoughts, for sure.

“Hi Jason!” Juvia greets the photographer cheerfully. “Juvia found a hermit crab in the sand!”

She shows him the little crab and he inspects it.

“So cool!” He answers, predictably and Juvia sets the creature back down in the sand.

“Have you gotten any good photos so far?” Gray asks.

“You bet!” Jason answers enthusiastically. “You Fairy Tail wizards make the hot beach look so cool! And seeing an ice make wizard, and a water mage, the two coolest magic element wizards standing here together in the sun has inspired an awesome idea for a photo! Can I take a picture of you two together on the towel?”

“Oh Juvia would love that!” Juvia says and bounces on her feet.

Gray gulps, as the action causes her breasts to move a bit and he was suddenly beginning to feel flustered again.

“Would Gray-sama pose on the towel with Juvia?” Juvia asks him.

Even though Gray knew that getting close to her when her body was so exposed like this was a bad idea, he couldn’t say no to her. He’s already disappointed her too many times.

“Sure, why not.” Gray says simply and the look of joy on her face was enough to make him smile too.

“So cool!” Jason exclaims.

Jason directed Gray to sit on the towel, so his side was facing the camera. And then he instructed Juvia to sit on top of him…on his lap…

“Uh…She’s gonna sit where?” Gray asks, with his face starting to turn red.

“She’ll be straddling you on your lap.” Jason explains.

“Is Gray-sama okay with that?” Juvia asks, blushing a bit as well.

Gray looks her over once again and considers his options. She’s just sitting on his lap, surely he could control himself right?

“Yeah, hop right on.” Gray says as confidently as he can.

Gray gulps as Juvia swings her leg over him so she’s straddling him and then sits herself down in his lap. He was eye-level with her ample chest and he could see the droplets of ocean-water roll down the valley between them. And the feeling of her warm, supple thighs on either side of his hips, squeezing him was making his mind head straight for the gutter as he imagined being in-between her legs for something other than a picture. He gently squeezes her sides as it takes all of his will-power to stay calm and collected. But any control he may have had over himself slipped away instantly when she gently held his chin in her fingers and tilted his head up to look at her.

“Gray-sama, is there a problem?” Juvia asks in a soft voice while Jason takes some pictures of them.

She was so beautiful. Like an ocean Goddess. And he couldn’t deny how badly he wanted her, and neither could his body. And soon Juvia could feel that against her and she gasps.

“Yeah. A big problem!” He mutters.

Gray gets up immediately and runs into the changing room, losing his swim trunks in the process, but that didn’t matter. He was alone now. He could take care of himself in here. But what he didn’t realize is that the cause of his arousal had followed after him to return his clothes to him.

So when Juvia pulled back the curtains to announce herself, she got a full view of what she had done.

“Gray-sama are you alright-Oh!” Juvia exclaims when she sees the cause of his distress.

Her pale face turns bright red and she covers her hands over mouth to keep from screaming as her eyes stay fixed on his crotch unable to look away, and neither could Gray. His eyes were fixed on her, wondering which one of them would speak first.

“You...you were right.” Juvia says softly. “That is a...big problem.” She gulps and averts her gaze.

Gray takes the opportunity to grab his trunks and pull them on. She was staying silent, which was less of a relief and more of a worry to Gray. Normally she couldn’t stop talking and she’d cling to him. But now she was silent and unsure as she looks away from him.

“Gray-sama...” she says softly.

“Yes Juvia?” Gray replies.

She turns to face him again and meets his gaze.

“Did Juvia...do that?” She asks shyly.

Normally Gray would’ve lied. He would have denied it, called her crazy and stormed out while she chased after him. But things were different now. Now that he had become a man who could protect her, he didn’t have to reject her advances. Nor did he want to. He wanted her more than anything, and she had a right to know that.

“Yes.” Gray answers.

Juvia’s eyes widen and she lets out a soft gasp.

“You’re so beautiful Juvia, and you look so sexy in that swimsuit. I couldn’t help but get turned on. I’m sorry.” Gray explains.

“Why is are you sorry Gray-sama?” Juvia asks.

Getting more confident, she steps closer to Gray and he gulps.

“Juvia has always wanted Gray-sama. So now if he wants Juvia...” She says and stops right in front of him, standing up on her tip-toes to kiss him. “He can take her.”

So he did.

He wraps one arm around her waist and holds her cheek in his other hand and brings his lips to hers.

Juvia was surprised at first, but let herself melt into the kiss. Her hands moving up his chest to rest on his shoulders as they kissed.

As they make out, she presses her body more firmly against his and Gray’s hands can’t help but wander her body.

She presses up against the tent in his trunks, causing Gray to groan “Juvia” and Juvia to moan “Gray-sama”, a noise that only turns him on more.

But before she can take off her top like she was working on doing, Gray places his hands over hers to stop her.

“Wait.” He says.

Juvia’s lustful gaze turns to one of worry. Gray felt a twinge of regret, knowing because of their past that she was afraid he would reject her again. But he wasn’t. In fact he was doing the opposite.

“Come with me.” Gray says simply and takes her hand to lead her out of the changing room.

Juvia’s heart soars with excitement.

“Gray-sama, what are you doing?” She asks.

“Taking you on a date.” Gray says and Juvia stops breathing for a moment.

“Oh Gray-sama! That makes Juvia so happy! But why do you want to go on a date instead of just making love to Juvia?” Juvia asks. “Does Gray-sama not want Juvia in that way?”

“No. I do. But I figure that if we’re gonna do this, I wanna do it right.” Gray tells her. “And you mean too much to me for me to just screw you before I’ve done something to show you that I care about you.”

Juvia blushes and runs up closer to Gray to hug his arm.

“Juvia knows that you care about her. But whatever Gray-sama wants to do, Juvia is fine with.” Juvia says.

“Alright then let’s go on a date.” Gray says.

And with that they walk into the woods together.

#gruiva week 2021 #gruvia #gruvia week #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #fairy tail #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia

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shepard-ram · 3 years

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New Day Brings New Faces [Hc!Reader & Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo]

(Mostly P!fluff, Request: I am that person who will request a part 2 for your fic- I am a sucker for these kinds of things and that fic was a hella good pick me up, thank you-

-🍯)

(I haven't been able to stop thinking about scenarios I am so happy to provide more crossover comfort. I am totally down to make this a full series. And the hermits are actually here this time!)

[Part 1 -Ambassadors Work]

[End Busting -side episode]

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You woke up stiff and lightly shaken, literally someone was gently shaking you. When you fully opened your eyes you met three faces. Your admin, mayor and his right hand shared the same confused, slightly worried expression. You glanced around looking for their source of concern, looking at your lap and- oh, oh yeah.

Your mind helpfully recalled the events of the previous day. It was Ranboo who had his head in your lap, barely an inch way Tommy and Tubbo layed next to you two. The three boys still fast asleep. With a quick glance at the sun you knew you had barley been asleep for an hour.

"I'm sure you have alot to say." Xisuma had finally said something after seeing you had collected your thoughts.

"Yeah, I do." Chuckling, still in a sleep clogged voice. "Please don't wake them up." You quickly added in a more hushed voice. "They deserve some rest." That didn't help their confusion, until you had explained why you had taken the boys with you.

"Was it really that bad?." Scar had asked after your summary. They shared a similar look to the one you wore when you realized how awful that place was.

"Yes it was." When you remembered something. You handed them the book with all the things you had learned over your visit. "I was given a tour, that has more than I can think of now." Letting out a yawn, already dozing back off.

"I know that things like this are decided by the whole server, but can you please let them stay for at least a little while." You made your request In the most sincere tone you could manage. "When they wake up I was planning on taking them to my base. Let them wash up, maybe get some clean clothes and a proper meal- and just take it easy before meeting some of the others."

"I don't see why they wouldn't let them stay." Bdubs responded. That made you smile. "But you should probably wake them up, surely someone will pass by soon." You nodded, beginning to slowly nudge them awake.

"Should we go?" Scar asked.

"No, they should meet you guys." He nodded sitting on the railing of the stairs. You watched the three groan from both the early awakening and the non-ideal bed they had been on. As soon as they saw the three unknown hermits they almost jumped back in various versions of shock. Tommy specifically looked like he had gone to draw a weapon had they been able to tavel through worlds. You hushed them standing up to introduce your friends, "Good morning boys" you started in a soft voice trying to keep them calm.

"Who are they?" Ranboo spoke first, he had been the least startled from the beginning.

"A few of my friends, Xisuma, Scar and Bdubs." You pointed to each of them as you spoke.

"Oh Scar and Bdubs? We were told about you" Tubbo said smiling towards you.

"Really?" Scar grinned.

"Yeah we got a history lesson" Ranboo explained before turning to X. "I don't think you were mentioned though"

"You didn't tell them about our admin?" Bdubs teased. Before you could make a retort Tommy fully got up, breathing much too quickly.

"Admin?" Making the connection in your head you rushed to his side. Trying to get him out of his frazzled state.

"Hey, trust me he's nothing like dream, -here breath" you guided Tommy back to the ground Tubbo placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Xisuma hesitantly kneeled in front of the teen.

"I was told a little about your home, I don't want to scare you." His efforts seemed to reach him, "If there's something I can do to make you more comfortable please tell me" Tommy nodded full exceptance marked with him putting out his hand, which X met with a smile and handshake. From there the two sets of three properly introduce themselves to each other. You felt a soft, warm pride wrap your heart watching them get along.

As the Hermit trio left to start the days work you told them the day you had planned, opening a nearby ender chest to retrieve some elytras. They watched in fascination as you produced four identical sets, along with enough rocket's to get you all to your base.

Tubbo seemed off-put as you strapped on your wings, "Do we have to fly?"

"The server's pretty big, it's pretty much a necessity."

"Oh, okay- I just" seeing him worryingly eye your rocket's you offered an alternative.

"you know we probably don't have enough time to teach you how to fly right now, and we aren't running on full sleep." You reasoned, "There's a nether tunnel can take. Completely enclosed, no flying needed- only an optional boat."

"Boat?" You smiled already leading them toward the nearest portal.

By the time you had reached the portal that connected to your base the boats you had used were dented and marked from basically being used as bumper carts. The four of you stumbled through the portal still laughing about the race you had took on the way there.

"Here I'll get you guys some food then we'll get some proper sleep." A yawn marked your proposal. They let out varying levels of enthusiasm while taking seats on the coaches and armchairs that filled this part of your base. "When we wake up I'll get you actual beds." You promised.

Yet when you returned with some golden carrots and steak they were already passed out on the spot. You didn't fight the tired smile that formed, going to get them some blankets. You set the food on a nearby table before heading to your own bed. Despite the bright, almost noon sun outside the window, you knew you wouldn't have any trouble sleeping. With a few ideas of what to do and what to show them, you let familiar comfort take you back to rest.

#dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #hermitcraft x reader #hc x reader #c: ranboo #c: tommy #c: tubbo #shepard ram writes #yeah i am definitely gonna continue this #c: xisuma #c: scar #c: bdubs

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tuffduff · 3 years

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Unprofessional (Axl Rose x Reader)

Pairing: fluffy modern!Axl Rose x younger!Female reader

Words: 2,139

Summary: You’re Axl’s younger personal assistant and doing his Christmas shopping for him. He appreciates all your hard work and gives you a little extra to buy something nice for yourself...for a good reason.

Taglist: @ubernoxa @the--blackdahlia @reigns420 @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker @rumoured-whispers

Explaining your job title over the years was perhaps the most difficult part of your job, not the work itself. Actually, the work was pretty fun. Spontaneous, never the same duties, and highly rewarding. But it wasn’t for everyone.

“Good morning,” you called out as you entered the large Malibu mansion that you knew every inch of.

“Y/N, sugar, that you? Hey, c’mere; you’re just in time.” You heard Axl’s voice calling you from one of the living rooms, the one with the view and Axl’s favorite grand piano.

He paused playing and smiled at you a little before he stood and silently handed you his credit card. You smiled knowingly and extended your other hand, to which he laughed.

“You already know.”

“Know that you hate Christmas shopping? Yes.”

“And that I very well can’t exactly walk around the mall casually.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” You smiled. Axl smiled back at you and you felt the familiar rush of warmth fill your heart.

“You’re damn good at it.”

Technically, you were what some would call a personal assistant. But, as the world knows, that extends itself to doing more than just boring paperwork and phone calls when you work for a celebrity. Or the most famous rock star in the world.

You had been working for Axl for years. At first, he was very combustible. Terrible mood swings and hard to please—he couldn’t keep an assistant. You never lost your patience though, and he realized he had someone that could trust in you. He told you as much. Now, he treated you like gold. You didn’t call him sir anymore, and he mainly called you sugar. Paid you more than necessary, sent flowers, sent flowers to your family, even bought you a house. In return you did everything for him; you were always by his side, day and night. Sometimes your family and friends didn’t know how you did it; Axl was your life.

Maybe you didn’t mind because you were in love with him.

Despite the age gap, you couldn’t deny the adoration he made you feel. The way he listened to you, how he remembered tiny details, how he never let anyone talk down on you. How he only really opened up to you. Your job wasn’t to fall in love with him, but how could you not? And it made work never really feel like work.

“Do you like the tree this year?” You asked him as you carefully secured his card in your wallet along with his shopping list. For some reason, he looked down.

“I love it, they did a beautiful job. But...” you frowned; Axl rarely ever complained of anything you took care of. He stepped closer to you, only inches from your face as he looked you in the eye. “I kinda miss it. Decorating it myself. You know?”

“Yeah. I can understand that.” You replied softly, before you cleared your throat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that was something you would want to do.” Axl nodded a little.

“Do you have a tree at yours?” You swallowed a little.

“No. To be honest, I’m not there enough.” You both knew you stayed more at Axl’s than yours.

“Did you pick the red and gold decorations?” He asked you, turning and glancing at the sweeping tree behind the two of you.

“Yeah. Thought it matched the interior...and you.” You couldn’t help but smile and reach out to sweep his red hair off his shoulder, to which he turned back to you with a smile of his own.

“If it were really up to you though, is that what you would have picked?” You paused at his question, frowning a little.

“...I think the best decorations are the ones that are so old you have to be careful with them, or else they’ll break. Passed down for generations, all vintage and mismatched, you know?” Axl smiled at you and was silent for a long time.

“Me too.” He said before he sat down again. “Well, good luck.” You grinned at him.

“I won’t need it; you won’t even have time to miss me.” You joked, turning on your heel to leave.

“I doubt that.” You nearly stopped at Axl’s words, before he called your name. “Oh, Y/N, I almost forgot.” He pulled out a separate envelope and extended it to you. Your name was on it and he only smiled at you. “See you soon.”

Outside in the privacy of your car, you opened the envelope. There was a note with Axl’s handwriting.

Get yourself something pretty to wear out. It still won’t be as pretty as you.

You blinked at the note several times and focused in on the bottom.

Yours, Axl xxx

Even knowing how much money Axl had and how much he spent, seeing the cash behind the note still made the envelope burn in your fingertips.

Five minutes later, you were still sitting there in your car, uncertain. Axl had given you Christmas presents, of course, but nothing like this. A house, a car, many other material things, but not a note you couldn’t help but create fantasies about.

What did it even mean? Was this just another gift? Or did it mean more, did it mean...

You did your best to stop the thoughts before they started. After all, you accompanied Axl to many events and it never really meant anything. He was just being kind and generous, as always. Besides, he probably didn’t even see you in that light.

You took care of Axl’s list easy, gifts for his inner circle, workers, the few suits he cared about. The hard part now was the array of dresses you had at your disposal before you. Beautiful cocktail dresses, sparkling gowns, silky slips.

Normally, when shopping for dresses for events with Axl, you always made sure to look professional first and foremost. Nothing too low-cut and showy, nothing with thigh slits, nothing too extravagant. But now?

Yes, now. What were you going to do with now?

Coincidentally, your phone buzzed and you saw it was a text from Axl himself.

How’s it goin?

Your list is taken care of! Just trying to pick a dress now :)

You wanted to unsend your text as soon as it was gone. Had he even meant for you to buy a dress? Your heart pounded when you felt another vibration in your hand.

I’d ask for pics, but I like surprises

You nearly dropped your phone. You felt your cheeks blushing. You were helpless to stop yourself from imagining taking suggestive, racy pics for him in these dresses, sending all of them to him.

And you almost did. But your job was important and if you were misreading signs, you didn’t want to lose it all.

Finally, you settled on a gorgeous red velvet mini dress. It had long sleeves to make up for short length, a deep v-cut neckline that somehow still looked sophisticated, and a subtle sash tie around your waist that complimented your figure.

Despite how much you loved it, you couldn’t help but wonder if Axl would like it the whole way back to him.

When you arrived, the sun was setting behind the mansion, now lit in beautiful twinkling Christmas lights. You hurried inside with the various bags of gifts, as well as the dress in a garment bag slung over your shoulder.

“Y/N?” Axl called as you walked into the house. You smiled, but felt yourself turn uncharacteristically shy at the very sight of him.

“I’m back,” you said lamely, frowning a little at yourself. Axl smiled at you and you couldn’t hold his gaze.

“You were wrong, you know.”

“Sorry, what?” You choked out, feeling your heart stop.

“I did miss you.” Your heart pounded.

“Uh,” you laughed nervously, sending him another wobbly smile. “Do you want to see what I bought?” You said, turning your attention to the bags you were setting down.

“I do. Why don’t you go and put it on?” You stopped, swallowing at the sudden dryness in your throat.

“Oh, uh...I mean...” you blinked a few times. “Oh—that reminds me.” You said, quickly opening your purse and pulling out the envelope to extend back to him. “I didn’t spend all the money.”

Axl clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Well, I guess you’ll just have to go and buy another.”

“What?” He chuckled at your face. The room felt hot as he stepped closer to you, and the sound his shoes made against the granite floors suddenly made you focus on his attire. “O-oh, are you going out? I’m not making you late, am I?” Axl raised his eyebrows at you.

“Yes. We are.” You frowned at him and he sighed lightly, flicking the envelope you still had slightly extended out towards him. “Was my note not clear enough?”

Suddenly, you didn’t feel so crazy anymore, but that didn’t mean your heart wasn’t racing.

“I think...for my sake...and the safety of my job,” you smiled a little and Axl chuckled. “I think you need to be very clear with me.” He reached forward and took your free hand in his.

“Y/N, all these years there’s only been one person by my side. Through the ups and downs, not just for the spotlight. You’ve taken good care of me and never left me ever worrying about anything. And I don’t just mean the dry cleaning and appearances. When I realized you...actually just wanted to be around me because you liked the person I am, and not just the money...” he trailed off, shrugging his shoulders. “And I don’t want you not by my side. I don’t want anyone else. And I never wanted to make you think I was going to use you, but honey, did you really not notice?”

“What, the gifts? The fact that I live in Malibu now? I just thought it was your nature.”

“Yes, I take care of the ones I love. That’s why I make sure you never have to want or need anything. But haven’t you noticed I never have women over? I’m never off to dates, women aren’t hanging off my shoulders anymore, people call me a lonely hermit?” You laughed a little. “It’s because there’s you. There’s a reason you’ve got your own room here; I don’t like it when you go home.”

Axl raised his hand and brushed your hair away from your face, leaving his hand against your cheek.

“I don’t either.” You murmured. “Axl…I’ve cared about you for years. But I couldn’t exactly tell you that. It would be unprofessional, but…”

“You thought about it.” He guessed. “About us.”

“Of course I did. I love doing things for you, but…I mean, of course I would love more.”

“I thought maybe the note would make everything clear.” Axl said, before he took the garment bag from your shoulder and unzipped it halfway. Red velvet met his gaze and he raised his eyes to you, a new suggestive look in his eyes as he raised an eyebrow at you. “...it looks like you got the hint, darlin’.”

“I didn’t want to assume.” You murmured, trying to fight a smile. “Girl like me can’t get her hopes up; it’s Christmas.” He grinned at you.

“That’s when miracles happen. Speaking of Christmas...” Axl said, turning and grabbing a small wrapped box from the top of the piano. “I did a little shopping of my own while you were out.” You put your hands on your hips.

“I thought that’s what I was for, and I thought we opened presents Christmas Day?”

“This one has more sentimental value.” He pressed it into your hands with a small smile. You shook your head at him as you pulled the ribbon and lifted the lid, surprised to see a small glass ornament. It was two penguins hugging wearing Santa hats, with Axl and Y/N engraved.

“Ax…” you murmured, feeling overwhelmed. Axl reached out and pulled you against him, hugging you tight and kissing the side of your head. “I…I love it.”

“Think it’s too late to start some traditions?” He asked you in your ear before gesturing to the tree before following behind you as you picked a prominent branch to put the ornament on display. “Next year, we’ll go and pick out our own tree and put up our own ornaments. But for now, why don’t you finally go and put on that dress so I can see you in it and we can get somethin’ to eat. We’re gonna need energy to wrap all of these.” He said, looking at the bags surrounding you. You smiled excitedly at him.

“You’re gonna love it.”

“Oh, I know I will. I just hope I don’t have to wait until Christmas Day to open it.”

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