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miss-sleepdeprived · 3 years

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All right this is part three and hopefully this makes more sense than the last one hopefully as it’s not 3 in the morning. I’m really happy with it so I hope you are too❤️

Alana landed safely out of sight on the balcony of Escalus’s room, looking up she was met with the monotone face of her little sister. Escalus’s hair was down out of its usual side braid instead laying on her back ending just above the small of her back. She was standing in her night dress, the black satin blowing against the soft wind of the early night.

“I thought that you were still training with father?” Alana asked carefully, as Escalus didn't know of her plans and she would have liked to keep it that way for a while longer.

“Father had a last second meeting, something about the arctic wishing to show for the ball in a few weeks, or something of the sort, so he allowed me to retire early for the night.” She hesitated before continuing. “ I was looking for you but I couldn’t find you, I was getting worried you wouldn’t come back.” She finished looking away from her Elder sister.

Alana looked up at Escalus ,guilt weighing down on her shoulders. “I’m sorry hun I’ve been busy working on something for a while and I figured you were busy.” She said,

Escalus nodded although she didn’t look convinced, it’s a minor difference in her normal expression, one that anyone just looking in wouldn’t notice. Though it spoke volumes to Alana.

She sighed before taking her sister's hand and pulling her into the room, closing the balcony door behind them.

Everything in Escalus’s room was just slightly too tall for Alana as well as more spacious to accommodate for her 7’8” wing span, and 9 feet of tail going along with her 6’7” height.

Pulling her sister to the bed and sitting them both down Alana began to explain.

“Okay so I have been going to the Arctic Empire to get a sword and you can’t tell anyone and I mean ANYONE not Melinda, not father, not mother, not even Minos.”

Melinda was the girls main caretaker for a long time and still acts as a maternal figure for the two as their actual mother is very absent and not sound of mind. Minos on the other hand was a new Minutes man in training that Escauls had met about 5 months ago and became very close with.

Escalus nodded silently, agreeing to keep the secret before Alana began to explain.

“Okay so you know how dad plans on you becoming queen once he steps down?”

“To be more specific he plans on marrying me off then stepping down because he’s sexist.”

“Well yes, but regardless the plan is, to put it simply, at the ball I’m going to kill him.”

Escalus nodded, she didn’t look surprised, granted she never did.

“That’s all, I have been in the Arctic getting a sword made and speaking with a few of the people from there, they are very kind I believe you would like them.”

Escalus simply nodded, her eyelids drooping lazily as she leaned into Alana who smiled and moved them so her sister could lay on her lap and her back be supported by the headboard without crushing her wings.

As Escalus’s breath began the slow to a steady pattern Alana smiled resting a hand on her sisters hair and laid her head back against the wood of the headboard, she waited a few more moments before slowly adjusting her sister so that Alana could get up and pulling the blanket over Escalus and laying her head on a pillow.

After she left the room, quietly closing the door behind her she slunk back to her own room doing her best to avoid any guards on duty or cleaning staff anything of the sort. Alana's room was two floors down from Escalus’s in an effort to force the two apart although it didn’t work as well as the king had hoped.

Once she appeared at the white door with swirling red and black accents around it she opened the door to find Ranboo.

Ranboo was an endermen hybrid and Minos’s younger brother, he was about 9 and from what Alana knows has a bad memory.

After getting over her initial surprise she calmly approached the small boy.

“Hello hun, what are you doing here?” She asked slowly, walking over to the boy who looked as tired as Escalus was, swaying from side to side while sitting on her bed. His hair was split black and white and slightly messy, and he was wearing an oversized shirt and loose black pants.

He looked up at the blond dazed before holding out his hand that had a note in it. On the note it said: “Dear Alana, I'm very sorry for the inconvenience and intrusion. However our parents had to be moved to the hospital today and I didn’t have time to find someone to watch Ranboo and the king needed me so I had to assume it would be okay to leave him with you. I'm so sorry for any inconvenience this has on you. I hope you understand. - Minos”

“All right buddy, come here.” She said picking up the boy and moving to the front of her bed. Pulling back the covers and laying down with him.

Deciding that she would wake up earlier in the morning to change and redo her hair that sort of thing. As well as figuring out how to get Ranboo back to his brother without Reed finding them out.

As she relaxed she began to hum a song Meldina used to sing to the girls when they were young to help them sleep. It was called for the Dancing and the Dreaming and had become a great comfort for her to sing and listen too.

As she slowly began to drift off she pulled the sleeping child closer as he had begun to shiver due to the drift her room had. Unconsciously wrapping her wings around him she fell to a dreamless sleep.

I hope you all have a lovely day or night or whenever you read this bu-bye!❤️

#mcyt imagine #dsmp oc #dsmp #dsmp fanfic #sbi au #original character #artic empire #mcyt

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miss-sleepdeprived · 3 years

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Im gonna level with you the vast majority of this was written at 3 in the morning and I’m too tired to deal with it any more so let’s hope for the best

Also this is the first part of the prologue \/

“Ah Welcome! How can I help you little lady?”

Alana just about jumped out of her skin, the people here were so friendlier than the ones at her kingdom despite the cold. It was odd.

The smith was an older man with a round face and body, he appeared a jolly fellow who she imagined wouldn't question her specifics.

“I need a sword, something that can cut through bone.” she said pulling her cloak tight around her shoulders.

“ Well alright I have something or did you have plans for it?”

“ I had plans but if it's not possible I understand.”

“ Well let me see ‘em before we say that.”

Alana smiled before pulling out her book, it was dark brown leather bound with a scarlet A on the front as her initials. Flipping to the correct page she handed the book to the smith who took it with surprising gentleness handling it with care looking over the plans before handing it back.

“Well I can do it for sure but its gonna be a hefty price little lady.”

She jumped “Right.” pulling the bad of gems and gold from her belt. “Would this be enough? I can get more if it’s not this is just what I brought with me.”

Handing it to the man he took it with the same gentleness he took her note book, opening it carefully to examine it’s contents.

“Hunny this is perfect, I imagine I can have it done sometime next month butif that works for you, just drop by anytime and have a chat if you want as well, I love the company.”

Alana smiled nodding her head before replying. “Next month is perfect, and if I have the time I may come for a visit thank you.”

“Any time little lady, now you be careful out there I think a storm is a brewin.”

The weeks passed and when she had the time Alana did come to the smithery and visit even well after her sword was made. While there she learned the name of the smith Arther and that Arther had a daughter by the name of Layla whom she met about her 3rd visit to the smithery and was now well acquainted with and could reliably consider her a friend.

Putting her trust in this new friend she told Layla of her plan and who exactly she was, Layla had been less then surprised as she had heard the horror that was king Reed understanding Alana's wish to rid the country of the tirant.

“Hey Lana?” Layla asked, grabbing the blonds attention.

Alana made a noise of acknowledgement moving her head towards her friend. “What is the hierarchy like in Iceland? Cuz here the oldest and second had to fight it out to figure out who’s the heir but I imagine it’s different where your from,”

Alana thought on the topic before giving her decision as it had never crossed her mind. “Well it’s mostly circumstantial, so let’s say that the current ruler died of natural causes then in their will whoever was stated would become ruler in my case my sister despite me being older. However let’s say that he were to get killed via assation then whoever killed him would be dubbed the new ruler despite the people's opinion.”

“Why is that?”

“Because of the crown.” Alana started. “I’ve spent my entire life learning about my country and by far the most interesting thing is the crown of the royals, it is made with a frame of black stone with three pillars in the front, the two on the sides used to have glow stone imbedded in them however the current king had them removed and replaced with coal. And the one in the middle has a good sized netheright that is enchanted to stay on the head of the royal regardless of force if the royal doesn’t want it off it won’t be coming off. The only exception being if they died.”

“Okay so let’s say that someone that wasn’t in the bloodline killed them, what would the crown do?”

“It would attach to the person who killed them although it isn’t normal for that to happen because of security precautions, we are called the most war efficient country for a reason. The people there are rough, ready to fight at any moment. It’s kind of sad if I’m honest.”

“Really?”

“Yes, think about it, wouldn't you be sad if all the time you had to keep a solid face always preparing for the worst because who knows when your king is going to declare war on a country and you're going to have to leave everything to help. I’m sorry I fell down quite the rabbit hole didn’t I?” Alana said with a shy smile

Layla put her hand on Alanas arm.” No no it’s okay that’s how you feel things are you see things from the villagers perspective it’s a sign of a great ruler! And why I thought Willbur would have been a better one.”

Layla mumbled the last but tho it was clear Aruther heard her as he was quick to scold her.

“Layla, you know it’s none of our business what goes on at the capital. And besides, Technoblade still has a time to mature all those boys do and will with time just like you, I remember you once tried to “storm the capital” because you didn’t like the color of banners they put up.”

“GREEN IS THE WORST COLOR TO PUT IN AN ENTIRELY WHITE AND BLUE AREA!”

Arther simply laughed at his daughter's childishness shaking his head as he went back to cleaning and sharpening tools.

Huffing and falling back into her chair Layla noticed something under Alana's cloak.

“Hey Lana?”

“Humm?”

“Come out back with me for a sec?”

“Sure.”

The two girls walked around to the back of the store where it was much warmer then the rest of the outside considering the walls meant to keep the wind out and the active fire that Arther used to reform tools.

“Okay cutting right to the chase do you have wings?”

“Uh..”

“YOU DO!? CAN YOU FLY!? CAN YOU TAKE ME FLYING!?”

“That’s what your wondering?”

“Uh duh, I mean come on I find out my best friend has wings and you think I’m not gonna want a ride?” she gasped before continuing. “ CAN I SEE THEM!!!??”

Alana jumped before putting her hands on Layla’s shoulders and covering her mouth to keep her quiet.

“Okay okay you can see them if you promise to be quiet.”

The brunette nodded frantically before watching Alana move her cloak allowing the massive white wings to stretch and the bones to pop from being stuck under the cloak for so long, ruffling the feathers to put them back the their place before turning back to Layla rolling her eyes slightly to see her practically jumping in her spot before nodding and allowing her friend to run her hands threw the small feathers along her back all the way down to the big ones that allow her to fly all the while checking with Alana to make sure it was okay.

“Why do you keep them under your cloak?” Layla asked with a quizzing look in her face.

“Well my parents don’t like them too much I’m not sure why but they truly just don’t want to look at them if they can help it. I think mother would cut them off if she could if I’m being honest.”

Layla stood still before opening her mouth again.

“That’s bullshit! Your wings are beautiful if I’m being honest it’s hard to see you without them now they are just so you anyone that says any different need to pull their head out of their own ass and I have half a mind to give that king of yours a piece of my mind from that!”

Layla had now moved to Alana's front. Alana simply looked at her stunned before pulling her into a hug burying her face in her shoulder.

Layla hesitated for no more than a fraction of a second before returning the hug to a bone crushing degree as if trying to desperately reassure Alana that she wasn’t going anywhere.

A moment later Alana pulled away covering her wings once again and smiled at Layla.

“If I accomplish this, would you be willing to be my advisor? Because I’ll be damned if Regionald is going to tell me what to do.”

“Always just let me know what to do.”

The two had another hug before parting once more.

“I need to head home, come on.”

Alana said pulling her friend back inside, saying goodbye to Arther, and walking out with wishes of good travel.

Getting to the edge of the dock where none ever sailed she spread her large wings allowing the large mussels to pull her into the air and lead her back to her home.

Have a nice night folks get some sleep

#mcyt imagine #dsmp oc #sbi au #sbi family dynamic #my ocs #plssss #im so tiiiiired #tommy mcyt #technoblade #phillza #willbur soot

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I have plans to make this a series but who knows man, oh well enjoy❤️

The two teens had been arguing for well over an hour now, neither wanted to be parents as of now, however at least one of them would be stuck with it if they wanted to live without abandonment on their conscience for the rest of existence.

The male was a prince if he was to keep the child the two would have to wed per tradition however neither of them wanted that.

The female was a commoner, her family did trades, often moving from place to place so usually she could do this sort of thing and not have to worry about it.

The two never did come to an agreement instead the male told her to leave and do whatever with the child and that he did not care.

The female left the Arctic after that, moving on down south towards Iceland where she met and married the high prince, Reed Vasques, convincing him that her child was in fact his. That lie however did not last very long as Reed had hair as dark as the ash from Mt. Daca, his wife was a deep auburn and the child had the blondest hair anyone had ever seen from the kingdom, baby blue eyes, and small pearl white wings.

Now it is important to note that Reed never was a very nice person however after Alana ( The handmaid's had given her the name) was born he became violent towards both his wife, and new daughter. Eventually the two royals (Now king and queen) had another child, another girl (Much to the king's disappointment) This time however she had dark purple eyes accompanied by black and grey wings and a tail in the same color scheme. This child was given the name Escalus and was praised by her father. Escalus was deemed a gift from the gods as she was born a dragon hybrid, it was something that would confuse Alana when she was young as her wings were criticized and forced under a cloak at all times, the only time she was allowed to remove the cloak when she was alone in her room and never outside of that.

Despite this the two were very close being only about a year apart and sheltered from having any outside contact outside of their schoolers and maids. Alana always had a knack for leading, understanding the concept very easily where as her sister had no interest in that sort of thing, opting to look into Magic and war.

This led her to where she is now, 19, and standing outside of an arctic empire smithery, bag of gold and jewels on her hip, and a book of ideas for a sword that would hopefully cut through the throat of the king with little restraint. Taking a deep breath she pushed the door open being hit with a wave of heat from the fire. The door swung shut, and her fate was sealed.

#original character #dsmp #dsmp oc #mcyt imagine #artic empire #sbi au #sbi family dynamic #fanfic

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