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Lush Caves and Lost Fae (Part 1)
Notes: Okay! I finished my exchange for @vermillionfigher ! (Tag doesn’t work aa) This was actually a really fun story to write and I’m really happy with how things turned out with it! Aaaaaa
(I’m gonna separate it into two parts in case it causes somebody lag)
Prom: Lush cave exploring with the boys (SBI)
Warnings: Mentions of death and neglect, dying of thirst (Dw it doesn’t happen), Kidnapping (Technically speaking), Lots of crying, Running away, Angst, Vore mention and most importantly a very sad Tommy. (If I miss any just let me know!)
Word count: 12,000+ (With the two parts)
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{...}
The teenager was sprawled out across his bed as he’d usually be, dawn had just arisen and Tommy being the young boy he was, refused to give daylight the sense of day and wake up. He was determined to win against the sun.
Tommy shifted, the springs of his bed complaining under his weight. A shame though as sunlight only attacked his eyes, causing Tommy to shield them with his forearm. ‘Do I have to get up?’, the boy groggily thought.
Tiredly sighing, Tommy sat up as the springs of his bed again complained. It was a really old bed, he’d love to have a new mattress as the springs of his current one liked to scratch at his legs quite often during the night.
But they couldn’t afford another mattress, at least not at the moment. They needed to focus on making money for the upcoming Winter as his caretaker said, even though it was only early Summer.
Stretching out his bones for the day, he reached for his pair of goggles on the bedside. Smiling as he looked towards one of the cracked lenses, given to him by his mentor. It was one of his most prized possessions.
Combing his hands through his hair in an attempt to tame his wild bed-locks, he placed the goggles on his head, as they belonged. A knock came at his door, indicating it was time for him to get up.
Letting out an annoyed sigh, he got up and reached towards his dresser, grabbing some random white blouse that was a bit too big but still fit him and a pair of beige shorts. As soon as he put those on, he grabbed his jacket that hung off the door.
A short-sleeved, red-tinted leather jacket. A gift from his caretaker and another thing he owned and particularly liked. Just as he finished getting ready, a knock came from his bedroom door, signalling that it was time for breakfast.
His stomach grumbled at the thought of breakfast, so quickly he made his way to the dining area. The floorboards groaned with each step, the place itself may be worn down but it was stable and comfortable, so he never complained.
Taking a seat at the table, leaning his elbow against the old wood. He looked towards the handy old stove where his caretaker leaned over, tending to the firewood to keep it ablaze. Whatever was cooking was most likely for lunch, probably stew.
Tommy let out a groan at the thought of another stew, the same thing over again. His caretaker quickly turned his head over with a glare, it had no haste but still daunting nonetheless. Okay, maybe he complained once in a while.
His caretaker let out a sigh as he stood up and turned towards a basket, handing Tommy a baked bun as he took his seat at the table. His long pink hair tied back into its usual braid, it was much more well kept than Tommy’s hair, all things considered.
“Listen, uh…”, he paused for a moment, “I know you’re sick of potato stew all the time, but it’s all we really got and all I can really cook.”, he spoke in his usual monotone voice as he ate his baked bun. Tommy only nodded as he bit into his own.
At least by the late Summer, they would have a harvest of apples, it was a time of year he really looked forward to as Techno would make his special recipe of golden apples. It was odd how he managed to turn the apples a different colour and only Techno himself knew the recipe but by the gods it was good.
Not only that, but it sold like crazy. And usually, if Tommy helped out with the harvest, he’d get his share of coins to spend and a golden apple pie, the best pie in the world. And by far it was the best thing he had ever tasted.
The thought lightened up Tommy’s mood as he ate his bun at a faster pace, Techno seemed to notice but didn’t comment, only a smile graced his features. Most people would call his smile a rare sight after Techno’s retirement, but it was simply behind closed doors.
Tommy and Techno’s relationship was odd at best. Although not related by blood, Tommy would consider Techno to be his brother rather than his caretaker, but Techno would always deny the brotherly relationship, instead of painting himself as a simple caretaker.
{...}
After he argued with the king, the old general retired. Instead of treading dangerous battles for glory, honour and the safety of the kingdom. He now lived on a barely surviving farm and ran a market stall to sell his harvests.
Despite the drastic change, it was much more relaxing for Technoblade. He lived in peace, with no voices that craved the blood of the enemy. Carl, his loyal horse, came to a halt outside of the local bakery.
Techno let out a huff as he jumped down from Carl, the horse turning to him as he did so. What many could say was a blatant stare was more of a fond look towards the horse. Reaching into his satchel and bringing out an apple for the horse.
As Carl bit into the apple, the local baker was quick to greet him with her usual friendly smile. Her name was Niki, although Techno didn’t know too much besides business exchange. She was indeed a sweetheart, sometimes giving Techno leftover baked goods for his hard work.
“Good Morning Sir Techno!”, Niki addressed by his precious title. Despite how many times he corrected her, she insisted on calling him by the title and Techno ended up giving up. Techno greeted her with his usual nod.
As Carl finished his apple, Techno was quick to pick up the crates of wheat that lay in the cart. Niki opened the door for him as he brought them inside. As they finished the exchange, Niki handed him the bag of coins as promised and some baked goods.
Techno thanked her with a smile and left to run his stall at the market, after that the day went by as per usual. Some looked upon him solemnly as he was the old general. Or with a look of disappointment for his retirement, he had grown used to the matter.
The customer handed him a couple of coins in exchange for some apples. Letting out a sigh as he looked towards the sky, once bright with sunlight had dimmed as the night drew closer. He deemed the customer as the last for the day.
It didn’t take long for him to close up his stall as most of his stock was already on his cart. Carl appeared to be eager to leave, the horse probably being a bit tired himself or bored from standing in one place too long.
Patting the horse on the nose, he was reminded of the baked goods that Niki had given him. They were probably cold by now but they’d still be good to eat. Not wanting them to go to waste, he grabbed the paper bag from his satchel and brought out a biscuit.
Taking a quick bite, Techno hummed at the sweet taste. Niki’s baking had always been really good, perhaps he’d have to learn the recipe at some point. After all, he really could only make a quick stew.
The bag was quickly snatched from his hand rather suddenly, the retired knight was quick to react and grab the wrist of the perpetrator. The thief lashed out as Techno dragged him back towards him, he was quick to notice that the thief was only a kid.
A street rat no less, his clothes were dirty and ragged and his hair was an utter mess. The kid attempted to squirm in his hold, the kid’s free arm that held the baked goods was used to try and fight him off.
But Techno simply stared, unaffected by the kids' attempt to escape. As Techno drew a closer look, the boy was skinny, perhaps a little too much so. He must’ve been starving, the poor kid.
Techno couldn’t blame the kid for trying to take the food, the kid was probably starving and trying to survive. Eventually, a raspy voice spoke, “LET ME GO, YOU SON OF A BITCH!”. Quite the language from a boy so young.
Techno was going to have to socialize, wasn’t he? Despite being a valiant general, Techno had never done much talking except bark orders at his fellow soldiers into battle. He wasn’t exactly the best at conversation.
“Uh- Kid? I’m not going to hurt you or anything. Calm down”, a bit of concern laced his voice. The last thing he wanted was for the child to become scared or run away from him. The boy slowly stopped his squirms and peered open an eye towards Techno. It was quickly turned into a glare.
Techno let go of the kid, and the boy was quick to shove whatever was left of the biscuits into his hand. And just as quickly turned to leave, most likely to never be seen by him again. Techno could only empathize, he had been in similar circumstances once.
“Hey!”, he called out towards the boy, who just as quickly turned back towards him. Techno held out the paper bag towards the boy, the kid hesitated but ended up taking back the paper bag and ran off.
That was never the last time he saw the boy though.
As days passed, encounters grew more often between the two of them as Techno would hand out more food to the kid. A bond of sorts formed between them, and before he knew it himself. He had taken in the boy for the upcoming winter as he’d never survive.
And the young boy ended up staying, his name was Theseus.
{...}
But despite everything, they were most definitely brothers. Even if Techno were to deny that fact. Techno had raised him from a little thief to a much more capable young man. At least that’s what he believed.
Because Techno would always have to teach him the same things over again such as not to choose violence as your first option after some random guy insulted your best friend’s new haircut. He still chose violence anyways because it was easier.
And even Techno could agree on that front because the man himself wasn’t always easy with conversation. Plus, if he and Techno were in similar circumstances, Techno would easily take on an opponent.
“Hey, Techno! You’re zoning out again!”, Tommy waved his hand in front of Techno’s face to attempt at getting him back in reality. Techno simply huffed in reply as he finished his baked bun and stood up.
Grabbing a cup from the upper shelf and filling it up with water, handing it to Tommy as he returned to his seat. “So, what’s your current assignment?" asked Techno as Tommy began to gulp down the entirety of the water.
“I haven’t really been able to work on any of my assignments due to Sam wanting us to help him with his latest invention, I can’t say much about it but it’s really cool Techno! Amazing! It’s going to change the kingdom for the better!”. Tommy excitedly explained.
Techno couldn’t be more proud of Tommy, once a street boy, now an apprentice under the royal engineer, Sam. When Techno had taken the young boy in, he taught the kid many things such as mechanics.
He taught Tommy everything he knew about mechanics, they’d fix up an old car sometimes and eventually, Tommy began tinkering with all sorts of things. Being able to pick them apart piece by piece and put them back together perfectly.
One day, a car had broken down in the main plaza and Tommy was quick to help the bloke and his car. It just so happened that The Royal Engineer was passing by and spotted Tommy’s talents and took him in.
Now, having honed his skills, Tommy is a genius and remarkable engineer. He couldn’t be more proud of him. Techno smiled to himself as he stood up from the table and went towards the coat rack where he hung his straw hat.
Placing it on his head, he turned to Tommy who had also joined him. The boy was quick to open the door and race outside towards the stables, grabbing a handful of wheat along the way to greet Carl.
“Hey, Carl! Hey buddy”, he cooed towards the horse, gently stroking his mane. Carl was his old companion, once his warrior horse and now just a regular one. To give credit where it was due, Carl was an incredibly intelligent horse.
Techno was quick to place the reins on Carl, and prep him for travel. After Carl finished his wheat, Tommy hopped into the cart as Techno took the reins and in routine, they took off towards the kingdom.
{...}
“Alright Kiddo, we’re here.”Tommy hopped out of the cart, grabbing his satchel before he headed off into the building known as the workshop. Patting Carl on the head as thanks, Techno was quick to ruffle his hair when Tommy’s guard was down.
Tommy glared sharply at Techno, but the man feigned ignorance and pretended the act of affection had never happened. He let out a huff as Techno began to lead Carl away from the building. Bitch.
Tommy passed through the squeaky doors and walked down the stairs towards the basement where both his colleagues were. Placing his satchel on a random desk, he stretched and approached his colleague.
His colleague was quite a bit shorter than Tommy, making him perfect to lean on. Despite this, the colleague remained unaffected and continued working on his given task. “Tommy, get off, will you?”, his colleague attempted to shake him off.
His little companion, best friend and arch-nemesis, Tubbo Underscore. He and Tubbo met at the workshop and have gotten along ever since, becoming best friends in fact. Tubbo, or Sir Tubbo as he really should be addressed.
Tubbo was from a noble family that worked directly underneath the king, his father was the king's, right-hand man. Though Tubbo never cared to fuss about the etiquette or rules he was supposed to follow as the next in line to become the next lord of the family.
Tubbo was never a fan of formalities, preferring simplicity over anything. His family could be rather demanding at times and he could never express his passions or talents there, so the workshop was his escape. Normalcy.
Tommy only huffed, moving himself to sit on the desk, one leg on the desk as the other hung loosely. It was then that Tubbo turned his attention from whatever he was working on and toward Tommy.
Tommy smirked in greeting, as he leaned in closer to inspect Tubbo’s tinkering. It appeared to be a music box, but Tommy knew his best friend well enough to know that the music box wasn’t simply just a music box.
“What’s the twist, this time?”, he questioned and Tubbo was quick to finish up the tinkering and handed it off to Tommy. Curious, Tommy began to pull the handle as a small melody began to play. The pace of the song began to quicken as Tommy further pulled the handle.
He let out a yelp as something jumped out of the music box, he almost threw the box towards the wall. Tubbo laughed at his reaction and Tommy could only huff in response. On further inspection, Tubbo had adjusted a mechanism so that at the end of the melody, it would jump out.
Quite scary, yet entertaining nonetheless. Besides being his best friend, Tubbo was secondly his rival. The two of them fought for Sam’s attention, hoping that one day they would someday get the position as the Royal Engineer.
Tommy didn’t stay with Tubbo for too long as he had to let his boss know he was here. And so, he went towards Sam’s latest project and found him welding some metal. The man didn’t take long to notice Tommy’s presence.
“Tommy. Hello!”, He waved as he placed his torch to the side, taking off the protective mask as he greeted Tommy with a pat on the shoulder. Tommy returned it with his smile, looking towards the invention in front of them.
The three of them had been working on the project for the past couple of months and after much hard work, it was finally near enough done. It was a special device designed to cooperate with magic.
And the machine would be able to use that magic to create a gigantic, protective barrier over the kingdom. Keeping away unwanted visitors such as the creatures like vampires, werewolves, sirens and fae.
Essemore was a kingdom of humans and humans were natural prey for the outside creatures and were constantly at war with them. To combat it, a barrier was created to stop them. And it was missing one final piece.
What it required was a magical object, powerful enough to create the barrier. An ordinary person wouldn’t be able to fuel the barrier, even if they had powerful capabilities. And ever since they started, Sam handed out a commission for anything magic related.
So far, nobody has come back with an object powerful enough. And so, it wouldn’t be used for a while until they got the object. Even though they had worked so hard on it.
Sam ended up tasking Tommy with some maintenance and perhaps upgrading things as he saw necessary. A couple of hours of work passed, Tubbo ended up joining him in maintenance and it was finally finished.
The three of them looked up towards their latest piece of work, admiring it in all its glory. It was an invention that could change the world and they were excited about the discoveries and possibilities they had yet to find.
“Congratulations Boys!”, Sam wrapped each of his arms around the boys, pulling them into a side hug. “Without your guy's help, this wouldn’t have been possible. And I couldn’t be more proud of how far you guys have come.”.
Tommy leaned into the side hug, proud of not only himself but also his team for the hard work. Surely, great things were soon to come. “Y’know, I’ve got a surprise for the two of you since you’ve both been working hard”.
Sam ruffled both of their heads as he said that Tommy's goggles fell off his head onto his eyes clumsily. The other two laughed at the sight as Tommy fixed the position of his goggles, grumping while doing so.
After that, he continued, “I’m rewarding the two of you with a vacation!”. Tubbo and Tommy looked at each other in confusion, Sam only smirked. “Come on! Don’t look so confused, the both of you deserve the break!”.
Tommy was joyful at the thought of the vacation but couldn’t help but feel as though something was incomplete. And well, it was the invention that was bugging him. After so much work, it wasn’t going to be used for a while without an object.
But what if Tommy himself found the object?
{...}
Perhaps his plan wasn’t exactly the best, but the vacation was the perfect opportunity to search for an artefact! Anything! It was just exciting for a chance to get out of the kingdom. Though, perhaps he should’ve told Techno about his little expedition?
“I should probably head back”, he muttered to nobody but the wilderness. Tommy knew himself well, he was known to be reckless. He was going to get an earful from Techno by the time he got back.
It was too late to turn back now though, he had already left the walls of the castle with a couple of days worth of food and water. Plus, it wasn’t as though he was going to be out longer than that duration. He didn’t intend to go too far off.
He just needed to find a magical artefact that was capable of powering a machine for centuries within a couple of days. There was no problem at all, none at all! Though, he couldn’t help but feel afraid.
He was out in the wilderness, every small ruffle of the bushes was enough to send him on edge. It was probably a good thing considering the creatures that were out in the woodlands. For example, a werewolf.
Otherwise known as Lycanthrope, werewolves were known as creatures of the night. Mankind could shift into wolf-like forms, whether it be full-on wolf or humanoid. They were immensely dangerous and territorial but had a weakness in silver.
Techno would often tell him tales of the creatures he encountered before or what he’s heard about them, warning Tommy of their dangers. Out of the many he would talk about, the most he talked about were that of the fae.
Fae, otherwise known as fairies were manipulative and captivating trickers. Though never lying, they would falsely promise to get a nice reaction from their prey. They lurked in fairy rings, circles of flowers, mushrooms or anything.
Thanks to Techno’s rambles, he practically had all their rules memorised to a tea. For example, never give your name, never say please or thank you, never step within the ring, never lie, be polite, and never accept any form of gift or food.
Though, from what Techno had told him. They were rather interesting creatures, he’d like to meet one if it weren’t for the fact he’d be simple food for them. Shaking his head, he had to focus on the task at hand. Find the artefact.
Tommy took the chance to admire the scenery, although living on a farm, the land was always bland and never as crazy and magical as a forest ever was. The number of different flowers he saw with vibrant colours, he almost wanted to make a flower crown with them.
It was beautiful, and it’d been a while since Tommy had seen some nature that wasn’t simply growing plants. He took some time to look up towards the bright blue sky with the filtering white, fluffy clouds.
For the first time in a while, he felt free. Free of stress and responsibility. He felt like almost a kid again, making him want to succumb to his childish desires and run around like a wolf in the forest.
Well, a little bit of fun couldn’t hurt? And so, he ran throughout the forest. Marvelling at the sights he saw, beautiful streams with lily pads, unexplored caves, trees as tall as him, plants that most likely poison him, and the small adorable critters.
Though, his fun didn’t last as long as he’d liked. As Tommy had again been reckless, perhaps dangerously so as he lost his footing. He scrambled to grab onto anything, anything to hold onto.
But nothing.
A scream escaped him as he plummeted into the caverns deep below. The next thing Tommy knew, everything had gone blank.
{...}
A groan of pain escaped the young boy as he regained his consciousness. A gasp escaped him as he was quick to sit up, although a mistake as pain sored up his back. Although painful, it was bearable.
And Tommy crouched on his knees, looking up at his surroundings. It was quite the fall as he could barely make out the sunlight above, how wasn’t he dead? It was as though it were a sort of miracle.
His hands turned to fists anxiously, and the flowers under his fingers crumbled. The flowers must’ve cushioned his fall somewhat, and that itself was a miracle. He questioned how he was supposed to escape? No idea came to mind.
He was stuck.
Trying to take his mind off of things, he took the time to observe his surroundings. Surprisingly, the cave was lush in nature. Each edge was either covered in moss or vines that grew from the ceiling above.
The cave floor was covered in grass, surrounded by beautiful flowers and mushrooms. There were small bushes and trees, strangely. Though despite all his questions, it was beautiful. Just as beautiful as the forest above.
Tommy couldn’t help but notice the small crystals that emerged from the walls, each one vibrant and making the entire cavern seem magical. He believed he had heard about this cave, it was known as a lush cave.
Techno had told him about it, hidden caves were beautiful scenery. He took the opportunity to stand up and explore. As he threaded through the cave, he grew suspicious as he felt as though he was being watched.
“Hello? Is somebody there?”, a soothing voice called out to Tommy. The voice sounded musical in tone, captivating. He wanted to see who had that voice, yet he only stopped in his steps. Why would someone be down here?
Unless it wasn’t a person.
Tommy’s suspicion turned to fear as whatever was around the corner would most likely have a desire to feast on him and with how the voice was alluring him. It was that of a fae, probably one of the most dangerous of all.
The fae was definitely nearby with how close the call was, no wonder he had heard Tommy. And now he’d have to be careful of the fae, be aware of its tricks and keep a distance. Tommy gulped nervously as he turned the corner.
What he saw was indeed a fae, a handsome one of that. He sat upon a rock, scanning around cautiously for whatever he had heard. He hadn’t seen Tommy just yet, and well Tommy couldn’t help but look at his features.
The fae had short, curly brown hair that covered one of his eyes, a streak of blonde hair was also there. He had yellow eyes that were just as bright as the sun, white freckles adorned his cheeks with a rounded pair of glasses.
Fae were known to look mostly human, though the fae he saw had pointy ears, a pair of deer-like antlers on the top of his head, and not only that but the fae’s lower half was entirely deer-like in structure, no human legs to be seen.
He wore an oversized yellow sweater, but the collar of his blouse was still visible. Another thing to comment on would be the size of the fae, from what he had heard fae were about the same size as humans.
This one though towered over him, at least by 10 feet. The fae finally seemed to have noticed Tommy as he looked in his general direction, a smile graced the fae’s features with pointy teeth.
Even beautiful, still a monster. “Oh- Why hello there, my little fawn! Did you fall from above by chance?”, The fae stood up with concern expressed over his features. Do not fall for his tricks.
Not wanting to be rude, he answered with a shake in his voice. “Yes, I did sir.”.The fae hummed and stopped near a couple of brown mushrooms which he presumed were the fairy ring. At least he was safe, technically speaking.
“Are you hurt?”, Tommy shook his head in reply. The fae gave another friendly smile, though he couldn’t help but feel as though there was something sinister behind the smile.
“Ah- Perhaps some introductions are due? My name is Wilbur, whatever is your name my little fawn?”. Tommy could almost cringe at the nickname, he had only just met the fae and yet he was already trying to taunt and give his name.
“My name is Tommy, it’s a pleasure to meet you Mr Wilbur”, Wilbur’s eyes subtly narrowed as his smile turned into a mischievous smirk. It appeared that the fae was already aware that Tommy knew.
“Quite clever, my little fawn. You know what I am, don’t you?”, the fae looked as though he were entertained as he leaned upon his elbow. Shivers crawled down Tommy’s spine, whatever happened next he’d need to be careful.
“It’s been quite a while since I met somebody like you. I do hope you will give me a challenge, won’t you, my little fawn?”. He focused on the fae’s eyes, stepping forward, the eyes zoned in on his location.
Their gaze reminded him of that of a predator lurking on its prey, the fae was focused itself. The fae didn’t appear frustrated with a lack of response, his smile only growing as he continued to keep his eyes upon Tommy.
“Let’s see how long you’ll last..”.
{...}
After the first encounter, Tommy ended up settling beside a tree that was a little distance from the fae. Because he needed to be polite to the fae, that would mean responding to his calls so it was a simple precaution.
Tommy would’ve much preferred to be in any form of isolation than being hunted down by a fae. As for said fae didn’t quite seem too keen to leave Tommy alone. Pretending as though the previous conversation had never happened.
He had told the fae or Wilbur that he was going to settle down nearby, and just over some trees, he could see tall antlers peeking out from between the leaves. He was being watched, and Tommy wasn’t quite sure how to feel about the entire thing.
Once he’d returned, Wilbur sat back down with that usual uneasy smile. Unfortunately, Tommy had no equipment nor experience to get out of the cave on his own and he’d probably die trying to.
So either he tried and failed, or got eaten by the fae. Tommy wasn’t sure what was the better option, he hadn’t given up though. There was a chance that Techno would come looking for him and rescue him.
Or maybe the fae was his other possibility of escape? Though the chances of that were close to none.
“Tommy? Little fawn? Is everything alright?”, Tommy snapped out his thoughts. Right, he was talking with the fae, probably best to concentrate on that rather than a means of escape. He wants to survive as long as possible.
“Oh- S-”, he almost apologised, “Yeah, I’m fine. I was just thinking about a couple of things. I didn’t mean to disturb your speaking, Mr Wilbur”. It felt as though he was sucking up to someone in authority, instead this time it was the food chain.
“Quite alright. Although if something is on your mind, care to speak about it? It isn’t the healthiest thing to allow the mind to cloud.”, Wilbur concerned, looking strangely worried. Though it was all an act.
Yet, the fae was probably the only thing that would keep him from insanity. “Oh- I’m just thinking about somebody, my family to be exact. They’ll be worried to find out I’m trapped down here.”. The fae nodded with a gentle smile.
“Do tell about your family, won’t you? Perhaps speaking about them will make you feel better, my little fawn?”. Tommy attempted to get himself more comfortable against the rock, bringing his knees to his chest as he looked toward the fae.
“I guess- I only have one family member, his name is Techno. He’s my caretaker but he’s more like a brother to me. He used to be a cool guy! Still is- but now he’s retired, and now I live with him on a farm.”.
“He was the previous general for Essemore, a really powerful warrior and nobody could stop him! But he stopped after an argument with a king, I tried asking about it but never went into much detail, just something about a war? I think.”.
The fae looked intrigued by Tommy’s rambles, the usual smile had turned to a much more relaxed one. At least he wouldn’t be alone, even if the fae appeared to be rather annoying. Better than nothing, he supposed.
{...}
People said sleeping out in the open nature was a luxury. And Tommy believed those fated tales, but they were mere lies. Tommy couldn’t sleep at all during the night, he felt cold and uneasy.
Not only that but he felt as though he had been watched, as though something was in the shadows. Perhaps Wilbur wasn’t the only creature around, he’d have to be careful when he further explores if he bothers to do so.
Feeling peckish, he opened his satchel for food. Bringing out a squished piece of bread, he grimaced at his amount of food. He only had another piece of bread and a bottle of water, which he’d drink shortly.
With these supplies, Tommy would only last up to a couple of days. He could only hope that Techno would find him in that time, it was his only hope. Otherwise, he didn’t even want to think about it.
Stuffing the piece of bread into his mouth, Wilbur appeared to have heard him or something as he heard the rustling of the trees. Though Wilbur couldn’t approach him, he spotted the fae staring down at him as he leaned against a tree branch.
It was a creepy sight but didn’t bother to comment on it. Standing up, he approached the fae like he did the other day. Wilbur sat down beside him, in the distance for the fae ring. “Good morning, my little fawn. Did you rest well?”.
Tommy shook his head, “Not really”. Wilbur let out a calming hum, his eyes narrowed as though in thought. Tommy hung his head curiously which caught Wilbur’s attention, he looked as though he’d been caught off guard. Before his usual smile returned.
“Sleep doesn’t always come easy, I’m afraid. Especially considering the circumstances, if it makes you feel better. I’ve gotten you a gift, maybe that’d make you feel better?”, Wilbur turned to grab something from the bushes.
When shown to Tommy, it was an emerald pair of earrings. They looked well taken care of as the jewels shined under the daylight. They looked high quality as well, they’d be worth quite a bit.
Tommy was perplexed at the gift, Wilbur had only known him for a short time and here he was, offering an expensive gift. It was no doubt another trick up his sleeves, he wouldn’t allow it. After all, you should never accept a gift from that of the fae.
“Oh- Wilbur…”, What was he supposed to say again? “I’m honoured that you offer me such a wonderful gift but I’m afraid I won’t be able to accept it.”, Wilbur’s smile turned to a frustrated look, he wasn’t happy.
Great. “You see, with such a generous gift such as this one. I would never be able to repay your kindness as I am just a mere human with no possible way of repayment. With all due respect Mr Wilbur, I must regrettably reject your gift”.
The fancy talk was draining, did Techno have to talk like this all the time back at the castle? Must’ve been exhausting. Wilbur’s look went from frustrated to disappoint, taking the gift away to the side before he turned back to Tommy.
“It’s quite alright, my little fawn. Perhaps another time, how about we discuss something else? Would you be inclined to tell me of your life upon the surface?”, Wilbur’s peeked with interest as he sat criss-cross on the floor, looking at Tommy expectantly.
Tommy hesitated for a moment, but he’d already upset Wilbur and he didn’t want to end up being cursed or even Techno by chance. He would have to comply with Wilbur’s request, plus it was something to talk about.
“Okay, well I guess to begin would be that I was an apprentice, under The Royal Engineer. I worked there with my best friend, and my only friend.”. Wilbur looked confused at Tommy’s words.
“Engineer? What is that?”, Tommy looked back to Wilbur with his confusion. He thought fae were all-knowing creatures, did he not know what an engineer was?
“Oh- It’s just a job. Where you work with machines and stuff.”, Wilbur nodded knowingly though Tommy could tell he didn’t understand. It was a bit funny, perhaps he won’t be too bored after all.
{...}
Tommy looked down worriedly at his satchel, with one piece of bread and only some water left. He debated eating that day, he could ration it for another day. But Techno said that he should always keep up his strength.
Plus, he remembered the days of the streets. Of starvation, he didn’t quite want to feel like that again. He’d been at death’s door many times, he was just lucky that Techno had taken him in or who knows what would’ve happened.
Perhaps he could find another source of food? There were plenty of mushrooms and he’d heard they were edible at least brown ones. So, at least he wouldn’t immediately die of starvation. And with that realisation, he ate his last baked bun.
Water though, there was no option for. There were no sources of water, the only one he had found was the one in Wilbur’s fairy ring. Speaking of the fae, he called out to Tommy. And Tommy went to go talk to him once again.
He attempted another trick, promising to show Tommy something if he stepped within the fairy ring. But Tommy managed to ignore the trick, he was beginning to grow tired.
{...}
Two days had passed, luckily the mushroom Tommy had been eating wasn’t poisonous and had a stable amount of food. Yet, the other day he had run out of water. He attempted to get another drop out of his bottle, yet nothing.
He hoped that Techno would find him soon enough, otherwise he’d die of thirst than starvation. And he wasn’t sure what was quite the better option. Allowing Wilbur to take him, or wait it out as he slowly died.
He wanted to cry, he was running out of options. It had been 4 days since he’d gotten stuck in the cave, a miracle he’d survived so far. Sighing as he pushed away his emotions, he yet again went to meet back with Wilbur.
As he stood, he felt subtly dizzy. It had only been about a day without water. He was scared but chose to ignore his symptoms.
When he approached the circle, Wilbur looked to be eating on a fancy plate, on top of it was a slice of cake. It looked almost as delicious as Niki’s baking, he wanted to eat it.
Beside Wilbur was another slice of cake on a separate plate, it was then he noticed Tommy. Greeting him sheepishly, “Oh hello again, my little fawn! Are you doing well?”, he attempted to hand Tommy the piece of cake with a smile.
Tommy only shook his head, “Thank you for the offer Mr Wilbur, but I’m afraid I’m not hungry.”, he was hungry, mushrooms weren’t as filling as you’d like them to be. Not only that but they tasted disgusting.
Wilbur only smirked in victory.
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#mcyt g/t#mcytg/t#dsmp g/t#tw vore mention#Shushi's writing#Sizeshifter!wilbur#sizeshifter!phil#tiny!techno#tiny!tommy#Tubbo and Sam are also in the fic but just here#Lush caves and lost fae au
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TokyoRev Dad's: Baby's First Words
Sup Freaks! Sorry I've been very MIA lately. Had a lot of things to take care of and sadly I just couldn't fit any time into writing for you guys. But I am back and ready to kick ass!
So, we're starting up the TR Dad series and we are starting strong. Baby's first words and the line up for the comback is:
Rindou---Ran---Mikey
So let's rock-n-roll buttholes!
RINDOU
“Come on, honey. Say mama.” You begged your nearly one-year old daughter.
Raiya had begun babbling and baby talking a couple of months ago. She’s made up her own little words for things she wanted or needed, and sometimes you had to have your five-year-old son Rhys to translate for you. Like when she started calling her comfort blanket her shushie. You didn’t have a single clue what she had been crying for all day until Rhys came in and handed her the small purple blanket.
“You wanna say it. I know you do.” You said playfully, making her giggle and clap her hands together repeatedly. “Mmmah mmmmah.” You said slower, making a funny face to try and trick her into mimicking you.
“Y/N?” You heard Rindou call out after you heard the door open and shut.
“In Raiya’s room.” You answered before clapping you hands. “Ma ma. Come on, Rai. I know you can do it. Say ma ma.”
“Hey, Angel.” Rindou hummed as he came into the room, blonde hair pulled half back, kissing the top of your head before joining you on the tiara rug. “Princess,” he cooed down at his daughter who was smiling and clapping.
“Hi Daddy!” Rhys came running into the room, launching himself onto his father’s back.
Rhys’s blonde hair was getting longer and along with his downturned eyes your sweet baby boy was looking more and more like his father every day. He even picked up on his dad’s death glare, which he mimics when he doesn’t want to do what you’ve asked.
“Hey buddy!” Rindou chuckled and reached his arm around to support the boys weight, carefully so he doesn’t fall. “Were you good for momma today?” He raised a brow and the little boy smiled and nodded his head.
“Yup.” He popped his p with a giggle.
“What about school?” Rindou pushed further.
“Green card all day.” Rhys said proudly with his chin held up. “Kouta had to move his card to yellow today.”
“Really? Why?” Rindou mocked a gasp.
You always loved that Rin was good with kids. Hell he was great with you even. So watching him be a dad, being a great father who was involved in his kids lives, well it made you fall deeper in love with him. When he had to work out of town he always called ever free second he got to talk to the kids, and with you. You were worried when you first found out you were pregnant with Rhys. You were only seventeen and rindou had barely turned eighteen when you found out. At the time you were afraid you were so young and he was involved in such harsh work you thought maybe he’d bail. But he hasn’t. Not for a single second once since the day you told him about Rhys. And when he found out about Raiya, and that it was a girl this time, oh you wish you could go back and relive the excitement and joy written all over his face.
“He threw a car at Kenzia’s head.” Rhys sighed. “I told him not to, daddy. Is told him whats you told me. Haitani’s don’t hit girls, unless it’s their butt because they like that.”
“Rindou!” You gasp and smack his chest. “Rhys, honey, you don’t hit gets period.”
The five year old snorted and looked at his dad with a matching smirk and said, “ok momma.”
Oh when this boy gets older you have no clue what you’re going to do.
“Daddy doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” You sigh and toss a half hearted glare at your husband. “Daddy’s been hit one too many times.”
“Da~” you heard your daughter attempt to mimic.
You snapped your attention back down to her in shock. “What was that? You got it, Rai.” You smiled.
She looked up at you and Rindou with her big violet eyes. “Da~ Da~” she babbled again.
“Come on, Princess. Almost there.” Rindou encouraged her, picking her up.
“Da da.” She pushed out with a big smile on her face, giggling and shrieking in her little baby excitement. “Dada! Dada!”
“Yes! That’s right, Princess. Dada is right here!” He cheered and smirked over at you. “Suck it. She said dada first.”
You glare and roll your eyes. “So? Rhys said mama first and he was our first born, so I still get the crown.”
Rindou smirked down at you and leaned in to peck your lips. “Mmm,” he hummed as he pulled away, “you’ve always had the crown baby. My first princess.”
“Ew,” you laughed and pushed him away before getting up. “I’m the queen.”
“My queen.” He added with a sexy knowing look. “Maybe we can make another little Prince or Princess tonight when the kids go to sleep.” He muttered into your hair before picking up both kids and running out the room to play with them.
Good God, what have you done to deserve this amazing man?
RAN
“You’re hovering, Love.” Ran sighed as he walked in to the living room to see you and your son on the couch.
For hours now you have been trying to get your son Kouta to say something. Anything. You were getting impatient and you wanted to hear him say something. You could have sworn he said ball this morning but Ran said it sounded more like a burp. So, here you were laid on the couch, son on your lap giggling because his momma was making funny sounds and faces.
“He’ll say something when he’s ready to. No need to rush the process.” He added before leaning over the back of the couch and booped your son on the nose with one of his long fingers. “Ain’t that right, kiddo? Tell momma it’s ok. You’ll talk when you’re ready.”
You glared before flatly saying, “Rhys said his first word yesterday.”
Ran snapped his eyes to you and said, “really? Rin didn’t tell me.”
You shrugged and went back to playing with your son. “Katie called me yesterday and told me.”
“What was it?” He asked you, brows raised.
You shrugged again as you made a funny face to make your son laugh. “She didn’t say. We were on the phone and I guess he said it just then because she rushed me off the phone.”
“So she didn’t tell you, you just happened to be on the phone with her when he said it.” He deadpanned.
“She still would have called me.” You defeneded.
“Mmmm sure.” Ran continued to tease. “You’re not special.”
“Am too!” You snapped back, obviously letting him under your skin.
“Are not.” He amusingly continued. He always did love to see you all flustered and your feathers are ruffled up. It was satisfying to know that even after all these years and now a kid, he still could rile you up like this.
“Are so! Now take it back, Ran!” You pout, feelings slightly hurt.
You were a princess dammit. He better start remembering that.
“Mmmm no.” He sighed.
You looked to your son and faked cried. “Dada is so mean, bubba.”
Your one year old son looked at you and pouted. He looked to his dad and slapped his chubby little hand down on his dad’s head before curling up in your chest.
“Mama.”
Did he just-
“Aw, baby.” You cooed as he rubbed his little head further into your chest.
“Mama.” He repeated and you were just about ready to pass out.
“Someone’s protective over their momma.” You cooed and squeezed the baby close to you. “Mommy’s big protector.”
“Hey now, you don’t have to protect her from me.” Ran pouted and joined you on the couch. “I love momma too.” He whined.
Kouta looked at his dad and then looked at you.
“I know. He’s so whiney.” You said to your son, teasing your husband.
“Y/N.” He whined again.
You roll your eyes and look at your son. “What do you say? Should we share cuddles with dada?”
“Mama!” Kouta cheered and snuggled further into your chest.
“Sorry, Ran. You heard the kid. Momma only. No dad.” You taunted and mocked a shrug.
“Yeah right.” He scoffed before scooping you both up into his arms and curling up with you two. He looked at his son who was giggling. “You can share momma. I had her first anyways.”
MIKEY
Kaito, your five year old son, was helping you today and keeping his ten month old sister Miyo distracted for you. You needed the help today honestly. Miyo had woke up at six this morning and she hasn't ran out of energy yet. And with Mikey off handling 'business' today you had absolutely no help.
So, while you worked on making lunch to take up to your husband, Kaito decided he would step up and keep Miyo distracted. He was currently playing peek-a-boo with her on the living room floor. You could hear the gurgling giggles in the kitchen and every once in a while a childish 'boo!'.
"Kaito, honey, please go get your shoes and grab your sister's too." You called from the kitchen as you started to wrap up the bento box up in the black fabric.
"Yes ma'am." He called back and you could hear his little feet thudding off to his room.
"Hi Princess!" You cheered in a fake excitement for your daughter. She turned her little head towards you, her blonde hair cascading down from two pigtails. She clapped her hands with a big smile on her chunky little face. "Wanna go see daddy?" You asked and she squealed. "I'll take that as a yes."
"Here you go, Momma." Kaito said as he handed you Miyo's pink sparkly shoes Mikey just had to get her.
You son sat next to you and slipped on his spiderman light-up shoes before standing up to help you get things together. He honestly was mommy's little helper. You're going to cry when he grows out of this.
"I got Miyo's stroller ready, Momma. Daddy's lunch is in the bottom." He stated before he went to grab your purse off the kitchen table.
"Ok, buddy. Thank you." You smiled as him after you finally wrestled your daughter's shoes on. "Come on, Princess. Let's go see daddy." You sighed and stood up to strap her into the stroller. "Kaito, when we get outside you jump on the back ok? We gotta get there quickly today."
"Yes ma'am." He called from the front door that he was already unlocking.
You finally got both out the door and closed the house up. The walk to Bonten wasn't far from your house. Mikey liked to stay close in case he needed to get to the office for an emergency and also he said hiding in plain sight was always the best option. What cop would believe a known mobster was living a block away from his office? You didn't necessarily agree with that, but if Mikey went in he'd be coming right back out anyways so you didn't care. Half the damn city was in Bonten's pockets.
Thank you Kokonoi.
"Momma, can I push the livater button?" Kaito asked, still not quite getting the hang of the word elevator.
You smile down at him and rub his pale blonde hair. "Sure. You remember daddy's floor number?"
"P for pimp house!" He cheered.
"Pent house. Pent." You quickly corrected.
Sanzu probably taught him that.
You're going to rip his pink hair out.
"Penthouse." Your son repeated, feeling out how the word formed in his mouth.
You sighed as pushed the stroller up to the elevator doors. "Ok, Kaito, push the button pointing up."
"Ok!" He cheered and jumped off the back of his sister's stroller. "Up!" He chanted as he did his little happy dance waiting for the elevator to come down. "Up! We goin up! Right, Miyo?" You adored how your son always thought to include his sister. It made you a proud momma.
Miyo squealed again which made both you and Kaito laugh.
The elevator dinged and before the doors could fully open up, Kaito was already jamming his small body into the metal box. You tried to reach out to grab him in case anyone was in there he didn't need to see, but lucky you it was only Kokonoi.
"Uncle Koko!" Kaito cheered before launching him at the Chanel dressed man.
He looked up from his phone and saw you before looking down to the mini version of his boss. "Kaito. Y/N." He nodded to you before bending down to talk to your son as you joined them on the elevator. "How's the prince today?" Koko asked kindly before ruffling your son's hair.
"I'm good. I helped momma today." Your son bragged before giving the filthy rich man a big smile.
"Did you now? How'd you do that?" He played along.
It was always so funny to you how well Kokonoi did with kids. Normally boujie rich people don't like kids. They think there gross or loud or sticky or hazardous or in most cases all that wrapped up in a three foot body. But oddly not Koko. He loved Kaito and Miyo both. You remember all the too nice Chanel baby clothes he tends to get for both of them. The damned wind suit your son had on is an overly expensive Nike set Koko gifted to him as 'clothes you can get dirty'.
"Lots of stuff! But I mostly play with Miyo for Momma, so she can get things done." Kaito smiled even wider as Koko laughed and told him how good of a job he was doing.
"You coming to see Mikey today?" Koko asked you.
You nodded and said, "He forgot to grab lunch, and I refuse to let you guys suffer. I know how mean he can be to you guys if he doesn't eat." You chuckled sympathetically.
Koko nodded knowingly. "I was just on my way to the convenient store to get him something. He's been testy today."
The elevator dinged and opened up to the bonten pent house. Your son dashed out quicker than either you or Koko could react and before you knew it your five year old was out of sight.
"Kaito, wait!" You called.
You really needed to explain to him why he couldn't just run around in daddy's office. Or come up with a kid friendly reason. Telling your five year old that his father is a mobster who's killed people and beaten other's in this very office until they were unrecognizable.
"Daddy!" You heard your son cheer.
"Kaito?" The panic and confusion in your husband's voice was clear. "Where's your mother?"
"I'm right here." You sighed as you rounded the corner to see Mikey on the couch along with the Haitani brother's who were passing a joint back and forth and Sanzu who was cleaning his gun. "Kaito, I have told you, you cannot run away from mommy." You sighed as you gripped your son's shoulder.
"Uncle Sanzu what's that?" Kaito ignored you and asked the pink hitman about his gun.
"Huh? This? A nine-"
"It's nothing you need to know." You cut him off and glared at the man.
"Put it away." Mikey growled lowly and the hitman nodded and quickly took the 9-milimeter to his office.
Before you could turn on the Haitani's you heard the sliding of the balcony doors and saw the two finishing their roll on the balcony. At least the two of them had some type of manors. Who the hell starts breaking down what a gun is to a five year old? It's not like he doesn't have kids of his own. He has a son just a couple years younger than Kaito at home.
"Hi, Princess!" Mikey cheered as he picked his daughter up our of her stroller. "How's daddy's favorite girl?" He cooed as she squealed and giggled.
"Excuse me?" You snapped and raised a brow.
Mikey stiffened and then looked at you with a wink before kissing your brow. "Besides you my love."
"Mmmhm. Sure." You mocked rolling your eyes. "Well, your favorite girl has kept momma up since six this morning. Just playing and playing." You smiled at your daughter and cooed.
"Has she? You gotta let momma get her sleep, Princess. She's mean to daddy if you don't." Mikey teased and you shot him a quick glare.
You both started playing with her when Kaito started playing with his miniature soccer set Mikey kept at the office for him. Said he always wanted to make sure his kids could come visit him and have something fun to do.
Miyo noticed her brother and started babbling for him.
"You see bubba?" You asked as Mikey bounced her.
She looked at you then back at Kaito and suddenly screeched out, "Bu-ba!"
You and Mikey both froze and then looked at each other.
"Did she just-"
"Uh huh." You nodded.
"Bu-Ba! Bu-Ba!" She called out again and again, getting better every time.
Mikey finally put her down and she crawled off quickly to her brother, calling him as she did so. You looked over to Mikey and saw the pout on his face.
"Manjiro," You warned, "let your son have this."
"But I wanted to be her first word. I'm dada!" He pouted aloud to you.
You rolled your eyes and pecked him on the lips. "You're always going to be her daddy and she's always going to be your princess. Her first word doesn't change that. And you should be happy your daughter loved her brother. Maybe they'll be close and we'll be some of those lucky parents with kids who get along."
"Doubt it." Mikey scoffed. "Emma and I use to fight from sun up to sun down. Enjoy this while you can."
#mikey tokyo revengers#Dad!Mikey#Family!Mikey#mikey fluff#ran haitani#Dad!Ran#Bonten!Ran#ran x reader#Ran fluff#Ran angst#rindou haitani#Bonten!Rindou#Dad!Rindou#Rindou angst#Rindou fluff#tokyo revengers#tokyorev#tokyo revengers dad#TokyoRevDad#TOMAN#BONTEN#KANTO MANJI#Bonten Dads
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Writer's Guide
Headcanon : Where their Crime Writer! S/O asks a question ft Akutagawa, Atsushi, Ango
Masterlist
Please look at the request rules in masterlist before requesting.
Akutagawa:
I still question how you made him like you back
All it took you to ask him and this babygirl experimented it.
"Hey Akutagawa Do you think if a body is fed to the dogs, there are any remains?....Where are you going......And he left"
Babygirl comes back and tells you one thing : "Yes"
LIKE OMG BRO WHAT DID YOU DO?
Nevertheless you still love him
He just assures you that your writings are accurate like his love. even if it means he will experiment it
Atsushi:
Ah yes, the joyful couple
He was surprised to find your interest in writing :0
Honestly I am pretty sure he will get concerned most of the time when you ask him stuff
"Aye Shushi, Do you think if someone buries a body in the graveyard, he can get away with the crime?" "Y/N I love you but are you okay?"
Bro loves you no matter what.
Ofcourse he wouldnt start killing people for you like akutagawa but he will give you advice once in a while on your writing style
"Atsushi If I-" "Y/N sleep its 3 am in the morning"
you scare him sometimes but he still loves you <3
Ango:
Bro look, he is a government agent and you are a crime writer
Imagine the looks people will give him if they find out about your questions
"Hey Ango, if you inject someone with air in their bloodstream how much does it take to make it look like a fake heart attack?"
"Y/N sometimes I wonder why did I bother interacting with you?" "But you still love me darling....please answer me" insert cringe wink
He actually take this relationship as taking care of a baby rather then an adult. But hey, least your his baby (umm bro you have rizz?)
Idk bro he is just fed up sometimes but nevertheless gives you tips from his experience
Least as being a double, triple , quadruple agent
Look y'all better appreciate this because I am sacrificing sleep to complete my pending drafts.
#bungou sd#bsd anime#bsd atsushi#bsd#bsd s4#bungou gay dogs#anime#i tried writing yes#port mafia#bsd x reader#bsd manga#bsd headcanons#bungo stray dogs#bungou stray dogs#fangirl#bungo stray dogs spoilers#bsds4#akutugawa is legit a simp#simper of dazai is legit akutagawa#i feel personally attacked#bungo stray dogs akutagawa#bungou stray dogs manga#aku#bungou stray dogs aku#bsd aku#bungou stray dogs atsushi#atsushi#bungo stray dogs ango#bsd ango#ango sakaguchi
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I know I complain a lot but like. I hate getting into bed at the end of the work day and not feeling like I did a single worthwhile or meaningful thing while I was there. The only thing that I really feel satisfaction in is my writing, which would be fine if I could do it more often, and maybe having to keep it relegated to a hobby would be bearable if I felt satisfaction in my job at all.
There are so many vital work roles a person like me could have fit into a few centuries or even a few decades ago that simply do not exist in any recognizable form at this stage of capitalism. The niches I'm cut out to fill simply aren't viable life paths anymore. I feel like this existence is somehow an insult to my core self and all the similarly suited people who came before me.
And like. I think there also has to be some kind of unexplained inherent disrespect I have for the banking clients who call in for it to feel as empty and internally thankless as it does. People ask for and get a human because there's something the voice responsive AI couldn't do for them- obviously not having one would have made their day worse, right? Don't I give a shit about that?
And the thing is it's not that I don't care. I'm almost a laughingstock for how far I'll go to justify reversing fees if someone's broke, I never let the elders intimidated by the mobile app feel stupid, I never let the 18 y/o panicking because they're doing their own banking for the first time leave scared. But I think that's the problem. I'm a natural caregiver, which is a very different use of the same skill set. I can't imagine any banking position I'd actually be proud to fill.
I don't think the clients are a joke. I think having an economic system so fucked banking exists is a joke. Or maybe I just think having a banking system so fucked people reasonably need somebody to talk them through it in shushy voice is a joke.
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here's a bucketload of numbers for you uncle :D [ask game]
57, 79, 78, 74, 69, 58, 52, 51, and 42
oh wow that is a lot!! thank you, my nibbling :D!!!!!!
42 — What’s your favorite title that you’ve come up with?
ooo,, favorite title, huh? it’s a pretty low bar, i’m not all too great with titles,, but.. by nature, we are meant to fall apart (but who cares about that when we have each other)!! or an extreme game of chase,,, tho the former is a lot more poetic-ish,, djdjkjdi.
51 — Does what you like to write differ from what you like to read?
nope! i write exactly what i love to read — found family and miscommunications!
52 — What’s the average word count of your fics?
oh god you’re making me do math-
okay, because it’s easier than going through all my fics on tumblr to try and find the word count of each,, i’m just gonna go off of my ao3,,mdkdmdkd. and based on those six fics,, my word count is a lil less than 6k! there’s definitely a few outliers in there(cough cough by nature and risks and hugs) but that does seem pretty accurate,, dkdndkdj.
57 — How conscious are you about including symbolism or foreshadowing in your fics?
uhhh- depends on the fic! sometimes there are details that i intended to put in,, and sometimes they show up completely by accident,, rkfmfkmfkd.
58 — Do you have a favorite piece of figurative language you’ve written?
i,, don’t think i do? i don’t tend to use figurative language all to much, i don’t think — at least, not consciously.
69 — What are your favorite fics at the moment?
first off, nice,, second off! hands down, this fic. i’d say the name, but i don’t want this post showing up to anyone searching it up,, dkdnkdmdkdnckxn. i absolutely love the author’s fics, they are my number one favorite author, even if they only have two fics to their name. if you’ve never read their fics before, i highly recommend doing so.
i also love absolutely anything made by prinx or shushi!!! and there’s also this other writer i absolutely adore the works of, don’t know if you’ve ever heard of them,, they go by the name puzzle? 10/10 love their fics and their art, so so good,, dkdmdkdmd.
74 — Do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love?
mmm.. maybe an extreme game of chase? but specifically over on ao3 — it’s my second longest fic over there, but in hits, it’s only in the top 4 of 6, and is about the same in regards to kudos and bookmarks. and maybe also a fic over on my main, as well — yeah, it’s only really one chapter(and i still need to plan out the rest of it dkdmkdmdkd),,, but still,, dkdmkd.
78 — What motivates you during the writing process?
i absolutely love receiving comments or asks about my works! outside of the ability to put my thoughts and ideas into a physical place,, that’s the main reason i write. i love sharing my ideas, and i love receiving compliments — makes my brain go brrrr.
79 — Do you have any writing advice you want to share?
mmm- don’t force yourself to write! motivation comes and goes,, if you don’t take breaks, you could end up burning out.
and if you’re ever stuck in a place, usually the problem is a few sentences back — you’ve written yourself into a corner. go back, maybe ten sentences, and try to rewrite it from there.
#asks#mcyt g/t community#will i ever take my own writing advice? no#the lab-raccooninnit fic is stuck in limbo bc i’ve written myself into a corner and refuse to back out#this is my corner now
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.......well this is a bit embarrassing 😅
I just send in that monster of an ask after an hour writing it and see that you have updated roblox love so now here am I once again 😅
luckily though this will be way shorter I promise!!!
once again my claims that your humour is amazing have been proved right!! one chapter in and I'm having to much fun already hahaajdhsja
that whole chat of eunchae and hyein reminded me of my minecraft days when I was eight and I actually laughed so hard cause it's exactly like that hahahajsjajjkdks
I'm really excited about this new smau and proud of you for trying new things 🥰
don't go sleep too late shushi!!
bye bye shu <3 (fr now I promise)
HELLOO BAUZBAUZBAUZABZIBAIZ HOW DO U TYPE SO FAST IM SO IM CRHING FROM LAUGHTER MINECRAFT DAYS 😭😭😭😭😭😭i barely played minecraft before ngl AND IM HAPPY URE PROUD OF ME AND DONT SLEEP LATE TOO
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My 12 year old boy is creativity. He was hungry of sushi . I was reading books and writing quotes and He asked me to watch him make sushi yesterday. He is so creative. Hope he won't stop learning new things in life. I thought I wanted to teach him how to cut the salmon for shushi, but he did not ask me so I let him do what he wanted and here is his creativity. He experienced lots of things in life at a young age. He stands up well and is a good kid here at home and at school. Hope when he grows up He will not bring all the things that he encountered in his childhood. He says to me mama you know lots of things. I said I don't know lots of things. I only know little things and I am also learning everyday. Hehehe I make him sushi sometimes and He loves it and now He knows how to make it. hehehehe #learning #creativity #creative https://www.instagram.com/p/CnAvCdqJ5H8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Enjoy >:3
I’m guessing you can guess what au this may be :3
YOOOOO HURT/COMFORT POG
I wonder what traumatized Tommy this time lmao
I have a few guesses on which au it could be, but I’m not quite sure (Tommy is quite traumatized in a lot of them hsjslskshak)
I’m now very intrigued 👀👀👀
#I’m excited :D#it looks so good I can’t wait to read it#hurt/comfort my beloved#Also I’m 99% sure it’s Tommy#mcyt g/t#mcyt gt#not my writing#shushi#I’m very confident in my guess on which au but I don’t want to be wrong hskskjshsj
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Since I never finished Atlantic runaways and I never ended up posting this as it was supposed to be included with the finale-
Thought it could be a nice treat after so long, it’s at least some sort of finale?
I’m sorry for not finishing anything, but I think it’s clear I’ve moved on at this point but I’m still thankful to everyone I met in this community, the friends I made and all the people I inspired with my badly written stories. Thank you all for supporting me during those times back then- I do miss the old days though- /Gen
Update wise? Doing pretty good with some things sjwwjkwakam
#mcyt g/t#mcytg/t#dsmp g/t#shushi stuff#shushi’s art#tiny!tommy#giant!wilbur#shushi's writings#Atlantic runaways au
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My laptop: *Dies half way through me writing a sentence*
Me: Oh fuck, I can't believe you've done this...
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rewrite the stars
pairing: fushiguro megumi x fem!reader, gojo satoru and reader
summary: oh to be gift with the all seeing eye – to be the beholder of truths, to hold the answers of many, to the possibilities craved!
Oh, to be the bearer of it all.
woe is the person, to be carrying such burden.
a burden so big, for one so fragile and small.
author’s notes: this fic is a long time coming~ also, i was kinda forced to rush to write this prolly unintentionally, who knows but here i am. originally wanted this fic to be a one-shot, but i wrote this particular chapter first because i wanted o explore on sibling relationships :”D
WARNING: This fic is part of a series, so I HIGHLY recommend you lot to start from ‘written in the stars’ otherwise, you’d get confused. You can also check my masterlist, then check under Fushiguro’s tab to check the series order.
also available on ao3.
disclaimer: i own NOTHING but the plot.
By all means, one would feel like absolute royalty – surrounded by riches and glorious, fine works of art. Furniture laid across the room, vibrant paintings and tapestries hung on walls, pots made from the finest jade, a view of a majestic pond with numerous kois swimming about with a beautifully made shushi odoshi that clacked at random, a large bed by the middle of it all, and of course, the finest meals at one’s beck and call handed by servants.
She also was granted the opportunity to ask for anything her heart desires, may it be food, books, jewelries, toys, clothes, they were readily handed to her, or gifted.
Yes, it should be a grand escape, wonderful even to the most everyone.
If it just weren’t for the fact that the person blessed with such was but a young girl, with no proper agency whatsoever, taken against her will and thrusted a role she didn’t even want or had prior knowledge.
What’s more, she wasn’t to step out of her room – ever.
Ironic, she could ask for anything that she wanted except for her freedom.
For the great shamans feared of the world tainting her, defiling their very precious captive.
Kidnapping was also a great possibility, for what sorcerer or shaman alike didn’t want to have a seer in their hands?
This what just what they had hoped for, after so, so, so long – hundreds, maybe thousands of years even?
To have the great seer in their hands.
To them, she was their greatest asset, a monumental instrument to their greatness.
And as young as she was, even she was aware that the place she was in was nothing but an illusion – a beautiful cage, where she’s their captive for their pleasure.
And what good could freedom do to their most prized little Seer?
There were three windows – one had the view of the pond, the other had a grand view of the bamboo thicket that hid her, and the last one, well, it was almost like a door, but it was locked. It was always locked from the outside.
Servants would come by the window and hand her meals.
Most often than not, she would be visited by those strange men with unsettling smiles, unnerving stares – watching her from the outside, as though she were a fascinating piece of ornament to admire.
Other strange men would come by, asking strange questions, questions that she could strangely conjured an answer to.
And some other men, would come by, smelling sour and foul, leering at her, laughing when she tried to hide from them under her covers, cowering, whimpering, pressing her hands against her ears to silence them.
Of all her visitors, she would say that her favorite were the animals. Birds, stray cats, summer beetles, butterflies – they kept her company at her most loneliest.
A shame that she can never keep them, for she knew that those strange men would go mad and have them killed, then forcibly cleanse her, rid her of any foul stench from the outside world.
Some days, she was lucky enough to leave the room – mostly for a bath, cleansings (where she was splashed with water despite still wearing clothes on), and there are those other reasons she hated most.
One time, just shy of a day when she was brought to this strange land, she was brought to a room. Everyone gasped at the sight of her, practically on their knees and reaching for her. Then, they began to chant in strange tongues.
Weeks later, she was taken into a room with beheaded creatures and forced to spend a whole night with them. Dead eyes staring at her. The frightened little girl couldn’t do anything but weep, desperate to leave the room and escape their gaze. But it was for naught. It resulted with the men delighted before letting her go through it again, this time, she tried so hard to brave it and swallow her fears. Yet, it was for naught once more.
Restless nights followed after that, of dead eyes searing into her soul, stenches of rotting bodies and blood filling her nose, the unsettling silence – it all followed her for days and days.
Some days, they would put her in a room with strange, horrifying creatures she’d come to know as curses. They, who feared her cursed energy, would roar at her, letting her ears bleed, or taunt the young girl. Eventually, she found herself being able to rid of them despite no training.
The strange men were infinitely pleased, seeing just how powerful she was aside from just being able to foresee.
Fortunately, there were better days.
A teacher had been assigned to her, to teach her of the ways of the alien land she was now in – the language, the culture, the history, reading charts, bones, ancient texts, the stars, and spells.
Some days, she was left alone – no particular purpose had been set for her just yet, leaving her be.
However, one thing was for sure – they saw great value to her solely for her ability to foresee the future.
Despite how vague they can be, with some sort of guidance, there was at least a hint on how one can properly proceed with the future.
Not once has her foresight ever failed, much to the delight of the strange men.
And when asked to see of her own future, she was harshly met with a void that caused her to wake up a week later.
Fascinating, they would say. Marvelous, even.
Each day, she couldn’t keep up with how rigorous her life had now been.
Being with her mother felt like a lifetime ago, living a quiet peaceful life unaware of what’s in store for her.
Maybe this was her fate – to be a captive to these strange men forever.
She can’t even tell what would be of her, for it was restricted.
Walking up to one of her windows, she held against the bar handles and watched the outside world. What a wonderful world it looked, yet she only knows a tiny portion of it. There must be a greater world out there, a world just filled with so much more that her eyes can handle.
From accidentally reading from the servants, she could see the vibrant world beyond the four corners of her prison – a greater world all around her.
A world that she’ll probably never be able to see.
Pushing herself off the wall, she headed towards the opposite wall, a vase filled with the most vibrant flowers left ignored over a plate full of sweets and some other gifts offered to her.
Folding on to herself, she could only stay there and suffer.
Who knows what was in store for her the next day?
Who knows what she has to go through?
Who was she now, really?
Is this now the point of her existence?
And then, out of nowhere, she felt something.
A pull of something – what was it?
Something was calling her as it was pulling her, she felt her entire being revitalized and yearning for that pull, seeking for it.
Suddenly, someone was outside her prison.
Lifting her head from her folded arms, mismatched eyes – once filled with void and infinite sadness, were now alit with hope and wonder.
Curiosity brimmed at her whole being, at the man standing outside her glided prison.
A man with silver hair – the same silver on the left side of her hair, dressed in all black. But what was most captivating were his eyes – his eyes were an infinite pool of crystal blue, blue like the skies above, like the waters in textbooks and from her little pond, a brilliant blue that rivaled any fine jewels the strange men and strange visitors offered her.
It was the same blue she had on her left eye.
She could see the way his being faltered – at the sight of her, at the building? She didn’t know.
Curiously, she got to her knees and crawled towards the door.
Just when she was about to, though, he effortlessly broke the lock open and let himself in – door wide open than she’s ever seen it.
Long legs easily walked up to her, slowly getting to his knees to meet her.
Curiosity also filled those crystalline eyes of his, threatening to swallow her whole. A sense of wonderment was there, as well. From the corner of his lips came a twitch, breaking to curve his lips upward.
“Hello, there,” came his smooth voice. “what’s your name?”
He had an easy way of speaking, a deep voice that veered towards playful with the way that there was a slight sing-song to it. It almost made her smile.
Very carefully, as she was but a few feet away from him, she looked at him – really looked at him. Twin pools of crystalline blues staring back at her mismatched (e/c) and crystalline blue.
And then, she crawled closer, a sense of warmth and security blanketing over.
Opening her mouth, she tells him her name. “…(Y/N).”
The man smiles wider, one that reached his eyes. “Hiya, (Y/N), I’m your brother.”
It took a while for his little sister to get used to the outside world, after being isolated and kept captive for years. And at a young age, to boot!
Truly, the world was just filled with disgusting scums – the jujutsu society, being of high honors.
With him being the strongest, Gojo Satoru knew he could do away with them easily.
“Are you sure this is your sister? She looks awfully too pure to be related to you,” Shouko kneels down before the younger girl, who hid behind his legs, hands gripping on to his pants.
“You wound me, Shouko!” With one hand, he reached down to put a hand over her (h/c) hair, gently brushing through her locks. “She’s just as adorable as me!”
The other woman rolled her eyes as her reply. Still on her knees, she offered the little a soft smile. “Hello. You’re (Y/N), right?”
Mismatched eyes blinked, hands still on Gojo’s pants. Slowly she nodded.
“What a pretty name you have there,” Suguru comments to which, the little girl smiles, a flush painting the apples of her cheeks, then hid away. The teens laughed at her adorableness.
Still holding on to her brother’s pant, slowly she peeked at the two strangers before her – who were friends of her brother. Their eyes were kind, curious, warm – not uncomfortable, hungry, and scary.
Her hold slackened a bit, and before she knew it, she was hoisted up into her brother’s arms. Wounding her arms around her brother, balling herself in as he took a few steps towards them, leaning into the familiarity that is him.
Suguru, watching from the side, meets her eyes, wearing a soft smile.
It was all it took.
Visions flashed before her eyes – visions of him, strange, strange visions. It came as quickly as it started, blinking rapidly, head turning away before meeting Shouko’s eyes, visions again flashing before her eyes.
Shaken and weakened, she brings her hands to her eyes, she began to wipe at them, a soft whine escaping her throat. At that, Gojo immediately turned to her, extremely alarmed.
“What’s the matter, (Y/N)?” his voice came out soft.
Whining again, she leaned against him, still wiping at her eyes, palms pressing at her sockets.
The two teens before them exchanged glances, Shouko daring to take a step forward only to pause as she noticed blood streaming down the younger girl’s left eye.
“Gojo,” she starts, careful with her next few words. “what-“
“She’s a clairvoyant.” He answers immediately, not meaning to sound rude. “She must’ve read into yours.” The little girl in his arms was still shaken, holding on to him tight, body caved against him, not daring to look at the other two after her brother wiped the blood away.
Her little head moved towards them, before quickly turning it around, pressing against her brother’s chest. “…s-sorry,” she mumbled against his chest, shamefully, voice small. It made his heart ache.
“Don’t be, little (Y/N).” says Suguru, keeping a respectable distance.
“It was an accident, okay? It’s fine,” Shouko adds, voice gentle.
Slowly, she turns to both teens fully, meeting their worried looks, her little face still full of remorse, guilt. “…I-I’m sorry…” she repeats, voice so small, warbled, afraid.
It broke the three teen’s hearts.
Sometime after, the little girl fell asleep in her brother’s arms. Gojo didn’t seem to mind, fixing her position so her head was tucked against his shoulder, running a gentle hand around her back. As his sister slept, he recounted the tip he got about his sister, the state he found her in, what he discovered about her, and a bit on her curse.
Shouko fell silent once he finished speaking, clearly shaken up.
“Must be hard, to be isolated from the rest of the world at such a young age,” his tone drops, expression darkens a bit.
Suguru, on the other hand, had been quiet. His eyes, though, darkened, hands balled into tight fists.
“Don’t worry, I’m the strongest. I’ll take care of her.” He vows, strongly more to himself.
Yaga Masamichi provided as much assistance as he can to the Gojo siblings, especially towards the youngest one. Seeing as she still had struggles adjusting socially, fearing for accidentally reading into people’s futures – her first experience was something, with the poor girl terrified the whole time – he offered her a rather peculiar set of friends. Friends, who she could slowly ease herself to.
Despite the lot being inanimate objects with life infused to them, they were the best friends she could ever ask for. (“Aside from her loving brother, of course!” says Gojo, near bragging)
Instantly, she got along with Panda.
Panda was more than happy to play, learn, and just spend time with her, allowing the girl to lower her guard and enjoy the childhood she was nearly robbed of.
Slowly but surely, she had her guard down.
Not entirely, since she still sticks to her big brother whenever they went out or were in crowded areas.
She easily got along with her brother’s classmates and best friends – Suguru and Shouko.
It took a while, but she also warmed up to her brother’s seniors and juniors.
In a span of a year, her social skills were improving for the better.
And then she was introduced to Fushiguro Megumi.
At first, it was a bit of a struggle, for a boy so blunt just rubbed her brother off the wrong way (for reasons she’ll never know) and accidentally drove her into a coma when he asked her future after reading his first.
Megumi was a very direct boy, not shy to say what needed to be said, supremely realistic. But underneath it all, after she had woken up from her coma to see him by her bedside, found that he was a gentle, kind boy, too.
Eventually, quickly, the two were inseparable.
(Panda remained her first best friend, though.)
Add Tsumiki in the mix, and they made quite the trio!
She really like Tsumiki, liked how she was ready to teach her things, talk to her about pretty things, or share a snack or two.
Deciding that she was finally ready for the real world, (Y/N) was enrolled to Megumi and Tsumiki’s school. It wasn’t all smooth sailing, since she was picked on for being different physically, thankfully, she had Megumi by her side.
With the help of her brother, she was able to manage her clairvoyance by infusing Infinity into the mix. It was hard at first, but she managed.
Despite that, however, it still didn’t stop the bullying she received from her classmates. Sometimes it got really out of hand that she refused to go to school.
And in the end, she got her wish and settled to be homeschooled together with Panda.
As much as he hated it, Megumi really had no choice nor could he persuade her. It only made his need to protect her grow.
Plus, he and Tsumiki had all the more reasons to drop by the Gojo manor now! Since technically, her brother was her guardian, he was her classmate when it came to trainings. It wasn’t all that bad.
Years later, she was introduced to Zen’in Maki, Megumi’s cousin from his paternal side. Initially, she intimidated her greatly with her presence alone. Not soon later, though, she came to admire her strength and tenacity.
Together with Maki, she was introduced to Inumaki Toge from the infamous Speech Curse User clan. Even though she found it hard to talk to him, she later found him reliable with his actions. In addition, she found out that he can speak through sign language, which she forced herself to learn in order to communicate with him better.
And then came Okkotsu Yuuta, a distant relative of hers and her brothers. Immediately, she took a liking to him (even though Rika threatened her every second she was within his radius). In a way, she was just like him. And just like him, she was trying to make do with the second life she was given with. Slowly, they became close (and Rika’s hate towards her diminished).
A lot more people were introduced to her life, and she found herself more and more excited to meet them. Honestly, she couldn’t wait to meet more. And with her limited view of her own future, she knows she’s bound to meet more people.
Yes, she was still apprehensive of people – most especially if they came from a noble jujutsu clan. Yes, she can’t help but read into people’s futures if they seem to scare her. And yes, she gets anxious on her own.
But at least…
She felt a gentle tug, from the pinkie wrapped around hers, coming from the spiky-haired teen beside her. His face, that beautiful face of his, marred with his default expression. It made her laugh.
“Hm?” she turned slightly. “What is it, Megumi?”
His brows furrow, the folds on his forehead reminded her of bread for some reason. “You’re spacing out again,” it came almost as if to scold.
Thinning her lips, she hummed again, swaying their linked pinkies slightly.
“Just have a lot on my mind…”
His brows don’t ease up, those translucent green eyes locked on her.
“Of what?”
Quirking her lips a bit, she tugged at their joined pinkies, leading them both away – from the crowd, the festivities, everything.
“Things!” she laughed, its jovial, melodic tone swept by the wind and into his ears.
As much as he hated her cryptic answer, knowing that it could mean the other thing, for some strange reason – that smile of hers, joy just gleaming off her face, her being, Fushiguro Megumi felt a start in his chest.
…she was free.
“Ne, ne, Megumi,” she tugs at their linked fingers, a candied apple in her hand.
As he was chewing on his own candied apple, he hummed in response.
“Want to go stargazing?”
Swallowing, he frowned again at her. “So you can go off and read?”
Despite his tone, her grin remained. “No, silly! We’ll just stare at the stars!”
Humming, he took a bite out of his candied apple before he felt himself being pulled away. And he let her. Because why wouldn’t he?
Bright dead leaves crunched under their feet, even in the dark, he could make out the vibrancy of each leaves that had fallen earlier that day – or days before. A mark of the new season. Fall.
“Hmm, okay, okay, hmm…oh! Look there, Megumi!”
“What am I looking at,” he grumbles, following at the direction of her sticky finger. At the end of it, he saw nothing – nothing but a blanket of darkness, speckled with stars all over. As bright as they were, Megumi felt wary against them, skeptical even.
Frowning slightly, with her pointed hand, she carefully explains. “Okay, so…look at those four bright ones – big ones! They’re shaped almost like a cross! And theeeeen, just right in the almost middle is a tiny one.”
The young teen had to squint especially hard to find it. And he did. “Ah.”
“You see it?”
“Hm.” He nods.
“Yay!”
All this, as she shows and he follows, with their pinkies still linked together. A few fingers of his found themselves reaching out, intertwining over with hers.
“What’s so special about it?”
“It’s one of the first constellations I discovered,” her voice quiets, mismatched eyes softens. “it’s kind of my favorite, honestly.”
Megumi watches her, larger fingers wrapped around smaller ones. “What’s it called?” he asks, before that glint of darkness dares to cross over.
“It’s called the Southern Cross, or Crux!”
By virtue of her clairvoyance, and the wide range of her divination practices, it was only natural that she be transfixed to the heavens. No matter how arbitrary they may seem to the normal person, a glance was more than enough.
For all the answers she would need, they held them all – however abstract they can be.
“And?”
Regardless of how much he didn’t exactly like its effect of her, he can’t deny her this – can never could even if he tried.
“It was used by navigators to guide them.” Turning to him, she grins, ever so brightly to rival the stars. “It can also be used to guide people home.”
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Home.
A bright smile.
Home.
Candied apple.
Home.
A girl with (h/c) hair with a streak of white on her right.
Home.
Fall.
Home.
(Y/N).
Home.
Home?
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And then, Fushiguro Megumi woke up.
chapter one of two.
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Smoggy my beloved, care to share more about this new au of yours? :3
:D Of course My dearly beloved Shushi!
I think I'm gonna call it Clingy Vampires for right now but-
-Tommy and Tubbo are both newly turned Vampires and Phil is determined to make sure they succeed as vamps.
-Phil has been a vampire for a very, very long time and because of this he has gotten the delight of trying some of the best blood-
-borrower blood
-he explains to the clingy duo that borrowers are an elusive and small species that has just the most spectacular tasting and smelling blood
-Both are amazed and in aw but have two somewhat different views after a bit of research.
-A little while after this Phil tells them that he smelled a borrower, maybe more, near the forest line and both eagerly
-Wilbur and Techno are said borrowers and they live in a wild garlic patch
-this of because of their parents warnings of vampires.
-wilbur doesn't exactly believe these tales of vampires but he trusts his brother
-Techno believes the tales of vampires but he does it more so to stay cautious
Dearly beloved shushi-
Send me another ask please-
I will answer I just have a lot of work rn so I can't write a ton
#mcyt g/t community#mcyt g/t#giant!phil#giant!tommy#giant!tubbo#tiny!wilbur#tiny!techno#t!wilbur#g!tommy#g!tubbo#t!techno#Clingy vampires au#smog ramble
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Characters: Bucky X Reader!Stark, Steve, Tony
Word Count:1090
Warnings: fluff, Awkward Bucky
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You were waiting in the kitchen waiting for the guys to get home from a mission. Today was the day that they finally come home. They have been gone for about two and a half months. You missed Bucky so much, especially right now.
You are currently six months pregnant. I has been hard dealing with a lot of the pregnancy/baby things on your own. You have gotten everything set up in the nursery. Everyone was upset that you had done all of that by yourself. The thing is you were nesting, and nobody was around to help you. When Bucky found out, to say he was upset would be an understatement. You were still hearing about it weeks later.
Bucky was trying his hardest to get the mission done as fast as he possible could. He wanted to get back you, he hated missing out on the pregnancy. He didn’t want you to have to go through it alone. Also, he didn’t want you to hurt or overexert yourself. With the way he was working, he was able to speed up things up by about two weeks.
Bucky and Steve walked into the tower and saw you sitting at the island in the kitchen. Your backs were to them, so you didn’t see them coming up behind you.
“Hey doll.” He reached around your chair to capture you in his arms.
“Bucky!” You got off the chair as quickly as you could.
You threw your hands up to pull him into a hug. He quickly realized that something was different. He took a step back, still holding onto you. He just started looking at you, he was tilting his head at you, he also had a confused look in his face.
“I thought you were smaller.”
“Dude!” Steve hit Bucky in the back of the head.
“Ow!” Bucky looked at Steve with an angry expression, as he was rubbing his head.
“You can’t say that to her.” He whispered to Bucky.
“I just was saying that her belly was smaller and… and I haven’t seen her in a couple of months. I knew it was going to happen, but I didn’t know how much it would change.”
“That’s what happens when you’re pregnant James.” You had moved your hands from him to your hip and growing belly.
“I know. I… You look beautiful.” He had a nervous smile on his face.
You just looked at him with a blank stare, before bringing your hand up and patting his cheek.
“Nice save. Come on I want to show you the nursery. It is adorable if I do say so myself.” You grabbed his hand and started pulling him upstairs. “You too Steve, come on.”
You brought them upstairs, stopping in front of the door. Turning to them, before speaking.
“I just want to say that I know a lot of this stuff is not what we originally had picked out. Tony kind of started buying things for his nephew. I tried to stop him but…”
“She’s not the boss of me.” Tony walked up to the little group. “Plus, I want him to have everything that he needs.” He had one of his big cheeky grins on his face.
“We picked out everything that he needed. You just went overboard.” Tony went to speak again, but you cut him off. “Ahh no, I would like to show them now so shushy.”
“Alright Doll, lead the way.” Bucky prompted you.
“Okay, close your eyes. Steve put your hands on Bucky’s shoulders, and I will take you in.”
Doing as they were told; the boys closed their eyes and Steve put his hands on Bucky’s shoulders. You opened the door, grabbing Bucky’s hands and slowly walked backwards into the center of the room. You walked over to Steve moving him, so they were standing next to each other.
“Open your eyes!”
You were so excited for them to see the nursery. Everyone else loved it, but Bucky’s opinion was the only one that truly mattered to you. You were watching his face with such intensity that you were holding your breath. Only letting it go when you saw his face light up as he took everything in.
“This is amazing.” Bucky was just in pure aw as he looked around.
You both had decided to go for a woodland creatures/ adventure theme. You had made one wall to look like wooden planks all down the wall, you had put up some pictures of different animals. This is the wall that you had put the crib on, alongside the crib was also a blanket ladder. On another wall you had painted trees, there was a small cube bookshelf. Tony had insisted on getting him books even though he wouldn’t be able to read them for a long while, you could start reading to him now.
On the opposite side of the room was the dresser and the changing bed on top of it. There were some different signs hanging over the dresser. Tony had gotten you a comfy chair with a footrest, this was the one thing that you really put up a fight for him not to get. In the moment he agreed to not get it, but it wasn’t until everything was delivered that you realized he had lied. You were mad at first that your brother was doing too much, that was until you sat down in it. It felt absolutely amazing, it was the comfiest chair you ever sat in.
“You did an awesome job Y/n.” Steve came over and hugged you.
“Thank you. Tony should be getting most of the credit though.”
“No, you deserve all the credit. You picked almost everything out and put this whole room together. Despite me telling you to wait for help.” Tony looked over to you.
Bucky came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you. He rested his head on top of yours. Steve lightly hit Tony on the arm once he looked over to see Steve him gesturing towards the door. He and Tony quietly left, leaving you and Bucky in there alone. The two of you just stood there. Everything was quiet and content.
“I love you Doll.”
“I love you too Bucky.”
Bucky let go of you, he moved to be in front of you. He got down on both of his knees and put his hands on you belly.
“I love you Peanut. I can’t wait to meet you.” He leaned in and kissed your belly.
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time to talk about various aus i’ve barely mentioned over here + doodles
gonna be a long one,, since it’s both summaries, art, and a mini fic.
each one is copy pasted from discord so apologies if it read weird or something fodndodndkw
freedom for a phoenix au
okay so like,,, tommy is made in lab? and was experimented on. the scientists find out that he has healing properties,, could heal faster than normal, and could heal others. as the years go by, they keep experimenting, trying to test out the limits. one day, after sampling his blood,, someone like, accidentally spills it on some dead lab rat or something, and it gets revived. tommy’s blood can, at the very least, revive dead animals. and.. maybe even humans.
before they can do too much with this information, however, tommy escapes.
more years pass by, and the lab has yet to find him. over those years, they created another creature, one much, much bigger than tommy, than anyone in the lab.
ranboo.
the head scientist decides to task him to try to find and recover their runaway experiment, or else.
tear down these walls au
(don’t have bought room for doodles plus i’ve shown you all the good ones already so take this mini fic instead(mostly since the mini fic is the summary i write for it))
okay so,, ranboo is a thief for hire,, and one day he gets a call from some business guy named schlatt, who wants him to steal back some stuff that was stolen from him — specifically, a small, intricate, probably expensive bird cage, as well as whatever is inside it. the guy was really vague as to what he wanted beyond that, but nonetheless,, he accepted the job. like, he Was paying an almost stupid amount of money for this heist, he would be an idiot not to accept this.
so he breaks into the place, and starts searching the place. he nags a lot of stuff not on the list, because why not,, but by the time he’s almost done, he hasn’t really found it yet. there’s only one room left at this point — the office, his blueprints tell him. there’s bound to be important stuff in there, if not the cage.
as he enters the room, the first thing he does is scan the room for the cage. there’s a desk, papers, a bottle with something inside, a globe, for some reason, why are there always globes in offices-?
no cage. bummer. guy probably sold it off, jerk. fair, though, it did looks like a pretty expensive cage. if he’s lucky, he’ll find a receipt, or something that told him who has it now. then he’d give it to schlatt — at this point, it’s not really his problem anymore, that guy can deal with it.
well, if there’s no cage, he might as well loot this place, too. so he takes another look around, pockets some jewelry on the side of the room, and finds himself at the desk. papers, those could be important, or they could be boring. or they could be boring /and/ important, those are the worst. his attention turns to the other stuff on the desk — he doesn’t really fancy read right at this second — and his eyes glance over the bottle- before freezing, and zooming back over to it.
that’s a person in a bottle.
that’s… an Actual Person.
what.
he takes a closer look. it’s.. it resembles a person, alright, if a person had long droopy ears, horns, and a tail. and… was also, really, really small.
they were staring back at him, too, with wide eyes. they…..
they looked terrified.
suddenly, ranboo was filled with dread. what was a tiny person doing in a bottle?
what was the guy doing to it?
what was he going to do with it?
well, ranboo supposes it doesn’t matter now. because that guy wasn’t going to get a chance to hurt them, not anymore. he’s taking them with him.
and he does.
is this technically kidnapping? idk probably, but it’s just another crime to add to the list, he supposes.
feathers and friends au
okay so basically the summary is that uhh,, when ranboo was a kid, maybe ten or eleven years old, he had friend! he’s long since forgotten their name, to his dismay, and can only barely recall blond hair and an outgoing personality. the only memento he has of them was a necklace they had given him, with yellow, almost golden feathers on the end.
they were only able to meet up in the woods his friend called home a couple times, before ranboo was taken away by the guild that controls the town to become a member of it.
years pass, and he makes a new friend, tubbo, and they both become hunters for the guild. their job? hunt down and kill various beasts that threaten the safety of their town.
recently, though, ranboo has been failing in his outings more and more, and the heads of the guild have had enough.
they give him one last shot, one last chance. find and kill a beast that’s been tormenting the farmers near the edge of the forest. he doesn’t have much of a description, only feathers, large ones, just about bigger than his hand.
and so he heads out into the forest, determined to finally prove himself.
little does he know, he’s about to have a reunion with an old friend,,,,
apocalyptic sizes au
okay never really made a proper summary for this one so you’ve already seen most of what i got for it already so just take doodles. fun fact: tubbo can sizeshift!
lab-raccooninnit au
same as the zombie one, you’ve seen the better summary of it,, so take these snippets of a wip fic for it!
when angels weep au
i do have a summary for this one, but it’s in a google doc and i’m too lazy to go open it to copy-paste it so take this-
#mcyt g/t#mcyt gt#my writing#my art#freedom for a phoenix au#tear down these walls au#feathers and friends au#apocalyptic sizes au#lab-raccooninnit au#when angels weep au#tiny!tommy#giant!ranboo#tiny!tubbo#tiny!ranboo#giant!tommy#giant!tubbo#i also have a mini fic for the weeping angel one but that one is more for a potential sequel#so that one’s gonna stay a shushi-exclusive until i actually write the first fic kfnfofnfknf
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is it possible (if u dont have too much stuff) to write something with food play? i feel like damiano is the tyoe that would incorporate it into a scene (like, think hi eating shushi off of your naked body), maybe spraying whipped cream over his cock while hes waiting for you to come back from work
appetite for seduction. fresh out tha fuckin oven. melt in your mouth kinda lovin
that is to say--- yes. bestie& me have discuss ed eating things off of dami before so its definitely an area of interest🙈 its added to the todo list thottie😚
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Hello 👋 can I request a sushi date with Belphie with his crush, female reader. thank you 🙏 n advanced!
𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞
↳ summary how i think a shushi date with belphie would go
↳ pairing belphagor x fem! mc
↳ warnings none
↳ genre fluff
↳ a.n ofc ty for requesting ✨ i’m sorry this took a lil long as always make sure to stay hydrated and eat loves!
#navi
- it takes foreverr to get this demon out of bed
- but when you do it’s definitely worth it
- as you and belphie are walking around devildom you come across a small sushi shop
- belphie can see your eyes light up, so he decides to go in w you
- and once you’re both there, an old demon welcomes you in
- so you both sit and eat, and the food is ✨✨
- belphie pays and you both pack up
- on the way home you walk in comfortable silence
- “i’ll have to bring beel around there sometime, the sushi there was great”
- you smile and look at him, “remember to bring me with you as well”
- he blushes and nods looks away “um MC..” it’s now or never he thought
- you look at him waiting for him to go on
- “i um ireallylikeyouandijustwantedyoutoknoweventhoughiknowyouprobablydontlikemebacksinceimademon”
- you’d stare at him for a quick minute processing what he said and then you walk up to him
- he blushes and looks away
- “who gave you the idea that i wouldn’t like you back?” you ask
- “i- umm” he mumbled
- “well it doesn’t matter bc i like you too belphie” you say smiling
- he looks to you immediately and smiles back
- “are we dating now mc?”
- “yes we are belphie, now hurry up it’s getting late”
© chandinii 2021, don’t copy, reupload, or modify my writing in any way without my consent.
#obey me fluff#obey me headcanons#obey me hc#obey me x reader#obey me x mc#obey me belphie#om! belphie#belphie x mc#belphie x reader#.🌹
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