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A La Folie ft. Jay

Synopsis: Wounds came and went. All in the circle of life am I right? The greatest warrior among all the kings, Park Jay. For him, seeing blood was like seeing the sky. It was a daily routine which he could not escape. Yes sometimes he had grave injuries, which he wouldn't stop to take care of, with him being a workaholic. But sometimes healers do more than heal physical wounds, and for Jay, you did exactly that.

Pairings: King!Jay × healer!fem!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, no smut (yet hehe), mentions of blood, violence, domestic abuse, mentions of cheating, mistresses (don't read it if you can't handle it), mentions of food, Jay has a REALLY tragic past sorry bout that, reader is an orphan, also this is really dramatic IM SORRY I CANT NOT WRITE DRAMA, open ending oohh

A/N: EYYY MR JAY PARK WOOHOO Ngl I was so excited to write this but the exams and all made this kinda difficult to write so if anyone has been waiting for this I'm sorry for the extremely long wait. Also yes this wil be in three parts yay. @yunabi436 this is for you baby 😽

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"And from Aphrodite's rotten lovesick blood did the white flowers turn into a darker shade of red, eternally forming the flower of love."

Aphrodite and the hunter Adonis' tale had been one of boars, blood, lust and love.

For the young king of the iron-kingdom of Vadronia (rightly given its moniker), the only thing he cared about in all of those four things were the boars and the blood.

Jay Park's kingdom wasn't the strongest in all of Paradoxica just in a penny's wish and a flick of a tail feather. It was quote unquote 'molten from iron itself' as all its rulers were.

From all of his brothers, Jay was probably the one who took his duties as a warrior seriously.

Well, a bit too seriously, according to the said brothers.

"Jay would you please stop running so fast?" Sunghoon panted, putting his hands on his knees and breathing heavily as beads of sweat dripped from his hair and skin.

The mud track was always the hardest one to trench upon, and with Jay on your trail? It was hell. Atleast that's what Jake and Sunghoon described it as.

"Are you going to be saying that when you're running from enemy horses?" Jay turned back and glared at Sunghoon, the light autumn breeze giving him peace as it whipped his hair around.

"For God's sake Jay, no one is going to invade us now." Heeseung walked into the scene, with much less sweatier clothes and an arrow clutched in his hand, indicating he had come back from his target practice, "Give the poor guys a break."

"Yes please give us a break I'll go down on my knees." Jake was close to collapsing on the floor, his hand desperately clutching onto the nearby flag pole for support.

"You'd go down on your knees for your best friend." Jay scoffed, throwing his head back to shake the sweat out of his hair follicles, because as glorious as they were, the stray strands still annoyed him, "And you." He turned towards Heeseung, who, even though was much taller than Jay, now looked like a dwarf in front of Jay's broad figure, "How many times do I have to remind you to come for practice?"

"It's not my fault." Heeseung jut out his bottom lip, he always loved acting cute in front of Jay even if he was older, "Little princess back at home has been spying on me. And not gonna lie, I am extremely aroused."

"Why did I even ask?" Jay rolled his eyes and stretched out his arms, the bright burning sun reflecting in his eyes like the moonshine he loved so much, which he drank by the fireplace as he penned down poetry he could show to no one.

"So Jayyyy" Sunghoon dragged his words out, "Felt any sparks lately?"

"Ask that question again and you'll be running twenty laps round this track." Jay promptly replied, cleaning his face with the lavender-smelling towel the nearby servant handed to him. He always loved the lavender scented things, it reminded him of the springs with his mother, oh how she would tease him with tiny flowers in his hair, and the clink of her ruby created dagger in her belt. The dagger lay soulless now, sitting in a secretive place in Jay's room, as he stared at it and remembered that moment again and again. His bastard father, no matter how many times Jay had cursed him, he still couldn't get it out of his mind.

His mother, his compassionate, kind mother, didn't deserve to bleed out from his father's turn of blade.

And no matter how many potions he took, the smell of the blood filled ballroom still lingered in his nose at night, when he would jolt awake in cold sweat, wanting to cling onto his mother, but then he'd remember that he wasn't eight anymore, she was gone.

"Jay you're my brother and I really respect you a lot." Heeseung started, sitting Jay down on the oak bench, while Jake and Sunghoon quietly sneaked out, running for their lives back to their horses, "But you've got to find someone to love in your life, you've got to get over your fear."

"Weren't you the one who was complaining about love to Jake and I a few days ago?" Jay raised a magnificently trimmed brow, to which Heeseung chuckled.

"Yep but then I fell into that rabbit hole and I seem to like it, a bit too much perhaps." Heeseung stared into the distance, instantly losing his dramatic moment as the setting sun hit his pupils.

"Yeah, someday when I'm older maybe." Jay fiddled with his fingers, he never could keep them still, "But for now, I wanted to ask if you'd want to come with me on a hunt tomorrow?"

"A hunt?" Heeseung quizzed, lifting himself with much difficulty off of the bench, bow in hand, "You haven't invited me to a hunt in ages."

"Necessity is the mother of invention." Jay got up as well, scented towel still in hand, "And in this case it's that wild boar our men have been hunting since last month, been terrorizing the border between Tarnow and Vadronia now. I'm surprised you haven't noticed yet."

"Consider me blinded by love." Heeseung threw a flirtatious wink at Jay, who visibly gagged, "I'll be there."

"I'll be waiting."

"No no no, Jay, we, under no circumstances, apply essence of Hibiscus to a water snake's venom." A lady with greying hair sighed, bending over a wooden cup, while a sturdy, black haired man gulped heavily and stared nervously at the herbs in his hand.

Jay was never very successful in his healing classes, and under the strict gaze of his teacher, old Mrs.Chun, he was far away from catching the train of success.

"I don't get it." Jay frowned like a child, setting the hibiscus flower down on the table filled with healing equipments of all kind, "Wasn't the essence of Hibiscus supposed to combat this snake's venom?"

The old lady sighed again and rolled her eyes, snatching the hibiscus from the table and setting it into a basket full of the bright red flowers. With her other hand, she picked up a wicker work basket of lavender and lifted it up to Jay.

"Lavender. I said lavender remember?" She smiled up at Jay like an encouraging teacher, "Lavender for the wounds which make a man turn purple, and hibiscus for the blood drops."

Jay mumbled the rule under his mouth before pressing the lavender petals to the venom splanched across the bown om front of him. The purplish colour immediately turned a healing shade of dark yellow, satisfying Jay and letting out a sigh of relief from the old lady.

"Just some more practice and patience and you'll be a good healer in no time." Mrs. Chun patted Jay's arm sympathetically.

"But why do I even need to be a healer?" Jay asked curiously, putting the box of potions up on the shelf where they belonged, "I'm already a warrior."

"Every great warrior needs to know how to tend to his own wounds." The old lady smiled, looking curiously at a green flask, "I made a vow to your mother to never let you fail in this subject."

Jay smiled fondly at the thought of his mother spending her hours in the infirmary along with Mrs. Chun. Mrs. Chun herself was like his mother figure, providing him the hugs his 14 year old self needed so bad years ago.

"And remember Jay!" Mrs. Chun called out just as Jay was about to leave the room, "I won't be here for the entirety of next month."

"But then who's going to look after the infirmary?" Jay turned back and raised a quizzical brow at Mrs.Chun, who smiled gently.

"My apprentice will." She promptly replied, "She's a nice girl, I told her all about your predicament of failing at healing." Jay let out a chuckle at Mrs.Chun's joke, "She'll take your classes alright?"

"Don't miss me too much Mrs.Chun!" Jay laughed, "I'm your favourite remember?"

Mrs.Chun laughed heartily to herself. Oh that boy, she thought, still a bit at heart even if he was a man to the world.

Only a bit of love perhaps, can truly lead him to show this side of him to the world.

Jay sighed heavily as he plopped down on his armchair, the most comfortable one by the fire.

Love, he scoffed, what a stupid, dangerous thing.

He believed his father to love his mother, he believed his mother to love his father even as he went out every night to quote unquote 'find himself'. Mistresses were awful buisness, and no Queen had ever objected her king having one. But of course, his mother had to object, she had to be different. She had to storm in to her husband and his lover and confront them. And his father, fire-filled man he was, had to strike a blade through her belly, making her bleed out in 14 year old Jay's arms.

And of course, Jay, blinded by his rage, had to strike his father back, skilled as his father was, Jay was more fleet footed, and in the blink of an eye, his father and his father's new toy were lying in cold blood on the floor, as Jay sobbed, clutching his mother's body, dead as a fish out of the ocean.

And his brothers had noticed, they had always noticed how Jay was never the same from that day. From the happy boy who loved to write stories and poetry and who hated to even step foot in the training yard, Jay became the mercenary king, ready with his sword clutched in hand, and his poems long forgotten to silence and withering darkness.

But it wasn't to say that Jay was a ruthless ruler, he chose not to take that path, especially not after half the kingdom starved under the rule of his father. It wouldn't have been a lie to say he was the kindest one in all of Paradoxica, except he didn't really show it in the way he spoke or acted, but by the way he controlled the administration and whatnot of the kingdom. This kept his busy, seldom leaving time for any other activities, much to the disappointment of his brothers, especially Heeseung, who had always been the closest to him, who had known what he was truly like, deep inside.

Clutching his eagle feather quill, one of his most dearest ones, Jay dipped the tip into his ink pot, letting the excess ink dry off before pressing it to his leather bound diary.

When he wrote the feelings he couldn't ever say out loud onto the softwood paper, Jay felt a sort of contentment, he had always been a clandestine philophile, so to write his proses on the idea of love, death and misery, was to create a beautiful choreography on his mindset.

Alas, if there was only someone he could show them to, someone who would understand what Jay meant in the lines, even with his messy loopy calligraphy, that would have been a dream truly come true.

But how could a man who wrote poems to challenge the angels of love themselves, ever find love?

But I am a mere narrator, what would I know?

And sometimes, just sometimes, Cupid lurked in the ballrooms of dancing princes and in the dark inkpots of oxymoronic kings.

"I have no idea what's happening, but I'm happy to be here." Sunghoon's beautiful Clydesdale horse pranced around on the grass, as energetic and as similar a persona as her owner.

"Would you tell her to calm down?" Heeseung's own chestnut's hooves guided him towards Sunghoon, "She needs the energy for the hunt." Heeseung easily managed to calm the mare down by scratching behind her eyes, to which Sunghoon drooped since he had been enjoying the prancing around a bit too much.

"Why are we going on a hunt again?" Jake adjusted his saddle, making sure he was buckled in properly to his Fox Trotter horse, "Aren't we above killing animals now?"

"Your best friend tell you that?" The clip clopping of Jay's magnificent Dutch Warmblood sent all of the soldiers to silence, "And if the animal is a wild boar, no we aren't above that."

"Whatever you say, oh great King." Sunghoon snickered, as he did a sort of bow on his horse, making everyone laugh.

"Oh shut up." Jay rolled his eyes, clutching onto his horse's hair, and leaning into his usual stance, "Come on now, don't want to keep a beauty waiting do we?" And with the mighty neigh of his horse, he rode off into the forest, followed by Heeseung, Jake and Sunghoon, who followed with dramatic sighs.

"Sometimes I wonder if he just wants to live in an adventure book and say cringey lines all the time." Sunghoon jested, making the others laugh.

"Where on earth is Sunoo?" Jay shouted out, completely ignoring the statement made about him, as the rest of the three managed to catch up to his horse's pace.

"Probably tending to his vineyard." The wind whipped Jake's hair around, "God knows if he'd ever accept coming to a hunt with us."

"Maybe a grape hunt-"

"Shh!"

Jay's action of stopping his horse, and shushing everyone startled the others, and as the clopping of hooves quietened down, they understood why Jay had stopped so abruptly.

The rustling of the nearby begonia bushes, combined with the noises of an animal which sounded extremely similar to a wild boar, alerted them, as they drew out their swords, daggers and metal tipped arrows, all from treasure chest of Vadronia's amazing metalwork, aiming them at the begonia bushes, as Jay held up his closed fist to give the command.

"Come on out." Jay whispered to no one in particular but himself, as the begonia bushes began shaking more rapidly and the sounds of an animal's footsteps came nearer.

"Hey maybe we should-" Heeseung bagan quietly to Jay, but was interrupted by the ripping of the begonias into shreds.

And there it was, what Jay had been waiting for.

A big wild boar in its full magnificence.

Ivory tusks in full gleam, swathes of brown fur all over its damaged skin, with wounds from previous hints. A ture display of its strength, Jay thought, it wanted to intimidate them, as if to say 'see how many people haven't defeated me yet, why do you think you stand a chance?'.

"Steady now, Lady." Jay patted his horse, which was ever so graciously named Lady, although the mare's personality in battle was far away from a lady's. Jay always preferred mares to horses, he though they were more faster and agile, while horses used their brute strength. And he had a hatred from brute strength. It was what got her killed after all.....

"Jake look out!" Heeseung cried out, snapping Jay out of his daze of staring into the boar's eyes. Of all the animals of the world, he hated this one the most, he hated the way his father loved to hunt them, and how he'd come home from hunts everyday drenched in blood with a boar skull im his hands, from which his mother would recoil from, what with her hatred of the smell of iron.

Hatred, that's all that was there in Jay's life. And that's all there will be.

"Jay, we have to get back come on!" Sunghoon cried, his horse already galloping away. The boar was far too big for them to contain. "Jay?" Heeseung peered back, "Jay no!"

But the sturdy built man's ears heeded no warning as he stepped along to the boar, his sword clutched tightly in hand, the carving of his name in the metal shining bright, as if to warn the spirit of the forest that he has arrived.

"Hyung what's happe-" Jake and Sunghoon's horses had turned back to see why the eldest wasn't coming, only to see Jay stabbing at the boar, while Heeseung tried to get Lady, who was close to prancing away into the depths of the forest.

"Help me would ya!" Heeseung cried, flinging his rope around Lady's magnificent neck, to which Sunghoon and Jake came quick and flung their own ropes, "One of you help Jay!"

"I'll go!" Sunghoon's horse galloped towards Jay, but to his shock, he saw that the boar was already lying, its movements still, and Jay standing drenched in blood.

It was dead.

Jay's sword was decorated with ribbons of maroon.

"Jay what the..." Sunghoon began, but he could find no words. The boar had been big, two times the size and strength of any ordinary man, and now it was kneeling at Jay's command, kneeling dead and cold as a fish.

"It's dead." Jay growled, his breathing too heavy, and his hand clutching a particularly dark spot on his stomach, as Heeseung and Jake came to the scene, having calmed Lady down, "The tusk...."

"The tusk? What about the- Jay!" Heeseung cried, before jumping off his horse and quickly moving towards Jay's graceful falling figure.

The last thing Jay felt was the feeling of wet grass underneath his head, Heeseung's hand over his wrist, and the familiar scent of feminine lavender pressing over him before everything went dark as he had always wished for it to be.

Jay never cared much about his injuries. No matter how big or small they were, no matter if it was a paper cut to the thumb or an arrow head to the shoulder, he would simply say "Injuries happen, it's a part of life" and move on. Which proved to be a source of annoyance for his brothers, especially Jake, who had an eye for healing.

But Jay was a firm believer in the notion that twenty four hours a day simply wasn't enough. He wanted more, he craved for more, more time, more work. Although he wouldn't admit it, everyone was in unison with the fact that he was Paradoxica's biggest workaholic.

And when it came back to the topic of injuries, Jay would still keep working, whether or not he was stuck in bed, because Heeseung had forced him to stay there.

Heeseung remembered Jay's younger days. How Jay would whine and do nothing if he got even the tiniest splinter in his finger. How he would beg for a day off from studies if he merely stubbed his tie against the kitchen ladder while sneaking out to steal pastries. But the horrible incident had changed every aspect of Jay, and now, he wouldn't stop working if every limb in his body was broken.

"All for the good of the people" he reasoned.

Usually Mrs.Chun had taken care of him, scolded him too many times about taking rests whenever he'd come back from battles or fights with blood flowing out his nose. But even then he didn't care. So the vision of waking up to Mrs.Chun's berry scent was a norm for him whenever he'd get injured.

But now, the room wasn't berry scented, and nor was Mrs. Chun sitting in the corner, waiting for him to wake up.

A girl?

A girl, wearing Mrs.Chun's apron, had her head rested against his table, her eyes fluttered close.

Were his eyes tricking him or did Mrs.Chun suddenly become thirty years younger?

Feeling something heavy on his waist, Jay tried to lift his head from his pillow, letting out a guttural groan as he did. God what was hurting him so much? He could feel something hurting at his stomach.

"Your Majesty, lie back down." He heard someone say, and as he opened his eyes, he saw the girl bending over him, forcing him to lie back down on the bed.

Jay stared at her for a few moments, trying to remember who she is before the candle went off in his mind.

The apprentice.

You were Mrs.Chun's apprentice.

"Are you Mrs.Chun's apprentice?" Jay groaned, feeling his head throb and his fingers were aching too.

You nodded promptly, before pushing Jay gently back onto the bed as he tried to get back.

"I'm sorry to inform you, Your Majesty, but you aren't getting up for another two weeks. You were stabbed by a wild boar's tusk." You stated firmly, shocking Jay at how casually you had addressed him, "His Highness Heeseung told me to handcuff you to the bed if you even try to move."

"Handcuff me?" Jay chuckled, moving his body slightly to lessen the pressure on his legs, "Where are you even going to get-"

Jay's sentence was cut off abruptly as your hands pulled out a pair of heavy metal from a secret pocket in the olive green dress you were wearing, and held it in front of Jay, effectively silencing him.

"I'm sorry if that was rude, but you are my patient, Your Majesty.." Your mouth let out a chuckle, sending a weird sensation into Jay's stomach, which he had never felt before, "So, I will do anything and everything in order to make you rest."

"So what may I address you by, My lady?" Jay quizzed you, his head now no longer throbbing for some reason. He studied your features for a while, he thought your eyes were pretty, decorated by a thin lining of kohl. Your figure was pretty too, wrapped in the striking colour of the dress you were in, combined with the beautifully familiar way you wore your hair.

"Definetly not by 'My lady'." You chuckled, picking up your dress, and sinking into a curtsy, "Y/N, you may call me Y/N, Your Majesty."

"Pretty name." Jay complemented, watching you stand up straight from your curtsy and smile impishly at him.

"You've got to take your medicine now." You reached into your apron's pocket and pulled a big vial, which was filled with a bubbling, golden liquid, "Now, according to Mrs.Chun, tricks by pretty people often work on you."

"Pretty people?" Jay scoffed childishly, thinking about whether or not he thought Heeseung was pretty, as you measured out the liquid into a cup, "Mrs.Chun needs to have a check for up there. And do you really think you're pretty?"

You strode towards him with the cup in your hand, and smiled widely. "Well, pardon me Your Majesty, but from the way you were staring at me five minutes ago, yes. I do think I'm pretty."

"Don't get your ego up." Jay warned, taking the cup from you, letting his mind linger for a few minutes on how your delicate fingers brushed his scarred ones softly, "Your parents mus'nt have taught you manners did they?"

"Well, firstly, I don't have parents." You smiled, "And secondly I need to check your bandages, they seem to be bleeding again."

So that was what the pain radiating from his stomach was, Jay thought, as he looked down to see his bandages streaked a darker shade of red. He quickly gulped down the golden liquid in the cup, a visibly disgusted expression forming on his face at how bitter it was, and looked up at you, with widened eyes.

"So...?" He said, expectantly, seeing you fumble with some clean cloth, another vial of what looked like cream, and a safety pin.

"Tell me where it hurts when I change them alright?" You said gently, making his lay down on the bed again, "and uh..."

"What?" Jay questioned, seeing your eyes linger at his wound or more specifically, his ab muscles, "Oh you can touch them it's fine."

"Oh. Oh yeah alright." You said, feeling your face heat up slightly. Bandaging him when he was still unconscious was easier than this, when he was awake. God his stare was so attractive to you, even now, as you gently touched his bandages, replacing them with cleaner cloth, you tried hard not to brush your fingers against his abs.

"Enjoying the view?" Jay asked, a cockish sneer to his voice. "There's a view to enjoy Your Majesty?" You fired back, although you most certainly were enjoying staring at him.

"You're an interesting one." Jay said, trying to make small talk as you lightly pressed against the smaller wounds with the cream, "Y/N wasn't it?"

"Yep." You said with a pop of your lips, finishing wrapping his wounds with a slight tap to check if they were secure, "And please do stay in bed and don't work. If you need anything, I'm right outside. His highness Heeseung has told me to rest in the chambers opposite yours."

The chambers opposite to his, his parents' chambers. God did Jay hate that room, all big and filled with skulls from hunts.

"If you want to you can go home, I can manage on myself." Jay said, his eyes set on yours. Why was it so hard to maintain eye contact with you?

"I know how that idea works." You smiled again, bringing that weird sensation back into Jay's stomach, "I'll go and then you'll order someone to bring you your work, so His Highness Heeseung specifically asked me not to leave. I guess you're stuck with me Your Majesty." You curtsied to finish off the impression.

"Jay." He spoke again, to your confusion, which made him stifle a chuckle, "Please, call me Jay."

"Jay." You smiled to yourself, "Well, ring that bell if you need anything."

As you left the room, quietly shutting the door behind you, Jay had the sudden urge to kick his feet in the air. The room was filled with lavender scent, your lavender scent to be specific, and it gave Jay a sense of calm, which in turn reduced the pain radiating from his stab wound.

Well this would be an interesting two weeks.

"Your Majesty what on Earth are you doing?"

Jay froze in his position at hearing a stern voice. Your stern voice, to be precise.

"Resting?" He said, trying to hide his cheeky smile, as he slowly backed away from his table. Rolling your eyes, you quickly got him back to the bed, worried that his bandages will open back again. But the only thing Jay was worried about was that his work wasn't getting completed.

"How about this?" You asked, as you finally managed to wrestle him back to the bed, "I'll do the work for you, if you agree to rest. It's in that diary right?"

"I can't let you do that." Jay grumbled, reaching for your arm, as you hurried to get to the diary on his table. The cold touch of his hand on your warmer skin made you flinch heavily, which in turn made Jay pull his hand away.

"I'm sorry." Jay quickly apologised, as you rubbed your arm, "I- That's my private diary, I don't really allow people to see it."

"Oh, my apologies then." You curtsied, still rubbing your arm, feeling extremely cold for some reason, even if the warm daylight was coming into the room through the window, "Your Majesty-"

"Jay." He corrected, shooting you the tiniest fragment of a smile.

"Jay." You said again, this time feeling more at ease, "You've got to rest, I'm begging you. Those bandages won't magically heal you until you rest. If there's anything I can do to get you to rest, I'll do it."

Jay's ears weren't actually listening to anything. His mind was too distracted again, by your scent. God damn his strong sense of smell, but you smelled like memories he wanted to forget.

"Tell me what perfume you use and then I won't work." Jay looked up at you with a cheeky smile. He didn't know why, but he felt comfortable to show you his smile, which he didn't often feel with the ladies in their paraffin socks.

"I- that's a peculiar question." You said, not knowing what to feel aboutthe actual King asking you about your perfume.

"I swear on my own grave that I will rest if the great healer Y/N tells me her perfume." Jay recited, keeping his hand on his chest for dramatic effect.

"It's the lavender one we get in the town square from Marcella's." You raised your chin up high, "Now would you rest?"

"Hmmm let me think." Jay dramatically sighed, "No."

"Your Majesty, I will beg." You breathed desperately, "I will seriously-"

"Your collarbone." Jay interrupted, his attention diverting from your eyes to your shoulder, "There's something on your collarbone."

Jay took note of the way your eyes flickered quickly and worriedly to your collarbone, and how you rushed to pull the sleeve of your dress up to cover it, clearing your throat afterwards to clear the awkward air.

"Are you-"

"Your Majesty, I admire the way you hold so much strivance for your work but you really must rest if you wish to keep working for the rest of your life."

The atmosphere of the room had a drastic change, Jay could feel it, as you quickly curtsied, said a quick "excuse me" and hurried off towards the exit.

That wasn't a stain or a birth mark on your shoulder Jay knew it, as he leant back comfortably, and decided to follow your advice for a while.

He'd seen dark marks like that on someone he once knew and loved.

And something in him asked him not to rest (unless it was pretending for you) until he figured out where that bruise the size of a man's hand, came from.

Part 2 coming soon....

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Heyy!! May I please request a platonic fic abt Simon (Ghost) with a younger sister reader basically FORCING him to watch movies with her when he gets off duty Imagine him watching movies like Mean Girls, twilight and disney movies. (I feel like he secretly loves mean girls...) Just Simon being a father figure to his teenage sister💔 Tysmmm!!

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY X YOUNGER SISTER!READER (platonic)

I absolutely love this request! I believe he would be so soft with his little sister and protective, given his past. Let’s be honest, he would try the hardest to be the father his sister needed but never had.

word count: 1145

warnings: mentions of abusive household and trauma, mentions about depression, curse words

You knew your brother killed people. He carried a burden on his shoulders, wanting to provide for you since you were the only family he has left. He perfectly knew that he was supposed to be a good, caring brother and not exchange you for a battlefield, but you understood him. You never asked for him to change even if every night of yours was haunted by the image of him dying.

You couldn’t have another funeral.

No idea when he was supposed to return, you spent your days quietly. The university had you clustered with work enough and at the weekends you worked in a little local bakery. Yet you were an outcast, just like your brother is, but you got used to living in a routine. You didn’t need people to survive, you didn’t need to feel any more negativity in your life. You were just trying to survive the pain your father has placed on you.

Haunted by nightmares, a few of your nights were doomed. The therapy was working, at least helping you to get on with your days, but some night horrors would appear over and over again. You tried to meditate or read a book, but you couldn’t do anything, but be wrapped in a blanket, staring through the window.

A distant noise alerted you. Opening the drawer beside the bed, you took out a knife – it was an instruction from Simon. Pushing the blankets off yourself, you embraced yourself—it will be fine. It was nothing. Moving through the opened bedroom door, you found yourself looking at a huge shadow and the sudden light made you squint your eyes.

Simon was home.

“Jesus Christ, Si,” you mumbled, placing the knife on the window sill and running to your brother.

Watching his tired, tall frame respond to your presence, he offered you a soft smile. He never stepped into this house with his mask on. He never stepped into this house with his military clothes and equipment. He tried to keep you as far away from it as he could.

“Sorry for waking you up,” he tiredly mumbled as you quickly hugged him.

Every hug you two shared had a moment of longing. He could feel the fear in your arms as you would always squeeze him so tight, afraid to let go. He knew that you were afraid to lose him, but he indulged himself in a circle of violence from which wasn’t easy to get out. But you didn’t complain once, yet he understood everything.

“Did you get hurt?” The tone in your voice told him that you haven’t slept yet.

“Am fine,” he admitted, even if he did scrape his shoulder pretty badly, but he didn’t want you to worry. “Get back to bed, yeah?”

“Get away from me with your orders,” you said, pulling away from him, giving him the look. “No Lieutenant shit in this house.”

“Still older than you.”

“Let’s just say you’re old overall,” you shrugged.

Simon raised his eyebrows, oddly missing when you gave him that kind of attitude. Especially, since it reminded him that he could be Simon Riley here and not Lieutenant Ghost.

Sharing a moment of silence, you cleared your throat: “You know what we have to do now.”

Simon thought the battlefield was the worst that he has experienced. It was until he and you made a pact, that each time he will come back late at night, you two will watch a movie of your choice.

“Please no—“

“I’ll make tea and get snacks. There’s no going back now,” you instructed.

He always felt weird when you were so bossy, he was so used to giving instructions, that you giving him the exact same treatment showed him how similar you two were. “Alright, Lieutenant Black.”

Your mouth dropped in pure surprise and anger: “Simon! It’s team Edward—we talked about this four-hundred times how can you even say tha—“

“Yeah, yeah…” He shut his fingers in front of your mouth. “The man who sparkles like a fuckin’ disco ball.”

“Because of this—we will watch Twilight,” you crossed your arms and saw the horror flash in his eyes.

“No—“

“Your own fault.” With these words, you gave him the look which meant your victory and you made your way to the kitchen.

It was nice to have him back home. This house immediately didn’t feel so empty and every single sound didn’t scare you as much. It felt good taking out two mugs – his favourite, with a little cat drawn on it which you have gifted him for Christmas a few years ago.

You quickly made two Earl Grey teas and put a splash of milk in his, knowing exactly the way he liked it. You grabbed a bag of chips and put them between your arm and your ribs as you grabbed the mugs and walked into the living room.

Simon was already there, Netflix flashing on the screen as he was moving down through choices: “How about the Office?”

“No.”

The man sighed. It was harder to reason with you than with fucking soldiers. Grumbling, he typed Twilight into the search bar and pressed play. You placed the mug in front of him and you made your way to the couch beside him, placing the bag of chips between you two.

As the movie started, you opened your mouth to begin Bella’s monologue that you knew by heart and he whined before you could say something: “I’ll scream if you’ll say it again.”

“You’re a pain in the ass, can’t let me enjoy shit.”

“Language, young lady.”

“Eat ass.”

“I raised you better,” he squinted his eyes.

“As if you don’t curse. You called Edward, and I quote, ‘The man who sparkles like a fuckin’ disco ball’.”

You got him there. When did you get so smart? He remembers when he was helping you with math homework and now you were already in a university, starting your life already. “You know, I’ll try to be home more often.”

Averting your attention from the screen, you caught his eyes looking at you and you knew he was trying his best. You won’t ask him for more. “It’s alright,” you shook your head. “I just want you to come back home. That’s all.”

“You know I will.”

You nodded, knowing that your brother was a man of his word. He has never left you alone even if he could’ve left you alone. His love was unconditional and you have never doubted it. Both of you weren’t people of big, emotional words and this small reassurance was all you two needed.

Simon was home. And on the same night, well, almost in the morning, you caught him reciting Edward’s speech at the wedding. Yeah, he hated this movie so much.

#sunnywrites!#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley fanfic #simon ghost riley imagine #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #ghost as father figure #platonic

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wilmaslittleflower · 5 months

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little! c! tommy w/ hc’s.

notes; hello! I’ve been wanting to do this for a while so I thought I’d finally share my thoughts! I hope you all enjoy! And I sadly don’t know who drew the fanart but once I do I will credit them!

paci credit; fluffypawstudio on ig.

taglist; @koithelittle @littlerosiesoot @littlesakura-anon @littlesoot @sillylittlekibbie @zuuriell (wanna be added? send an ask or dm)

Just some warnings for the hc’s; mentions of meltdowns, being embarrassed of agere/not comfortable, and techno is mentioned.

hc’s under the cut!

- he first realized he regressed after his exile. After everything was done and he could relax a bit, he found himself slowly slipping when things got to hard and into a state he didn’t know he could go into. Yet he wasn’t complaining.

- he found out what it was from ghost boo, since ranboo used to do it all the time as well. (Hint to next post-). So after he found out what it was, he looked more into it.

- he figured it was from everything he’s been through since L’manberg. His trauma from it all, his deaths, dreams control, the betrayal of everyone. It all made sense. He still found it scary. He was scared of people knowing about this, scared what they might think. Scared of his own mind and that his life has been so bad he resorts to a little mindset to feel slightly better. It was scary and embarrassing in his eyes. He realized he couldn’t be the big man he wanted to be.

- after a while he came to terms with it. He started to feel more comfortable when he did and the thought didn’t make him so insecure when he thought about it. He was ok with it and if it helped him, it helped him. Everyone he told was supportive about it, and he felt accepted.

- his little age is 2-5 and he likes teethers. Not a huge fan of pacis but if someone gifts him one he will gladly wear it. But does prefer teethers.

- has a blue sippy with cows on it that Niki made him. He loves it so much!

-Tom talks! He is a little talker. He babbles and laughs all the time. He’s super energetic and happy when little and just so fun to watch over.

- loves watching cartoons and playing small games. Calms him down and makes him sleepy sometimes. He will color but not all the time.

- he doesn’t have a full time cg, so Phil, tech and Wil (pretend he’s sane) take turns watching him and being his cg!

- loves music! Lord he loves it!

- cuddles are a must with him. When he’s little, he’s little and needs cuddles.

- when toms a bit older in his little age like 4-5, he climbs trees! Makes Phil scared sometimes but he comes back just as ok he was when he went up. He just likes being up there and playing pretend.

-when Tom regresses from something bad triggering him, he usually has a breakdown and wants comfort and love. To know that nothing will happen to him again as long as he has his cg.

- wil always asks to take care of him as his brother. He thinks it’s a good way to get his trust back and be there for his baby brother when needed.

- lastly! Tom loves playing with friends! If anyone else regresses in the smp, he will have play dates with them!

#flowers moodboard #flowers headcannons #sfw agere #tommyinnit agere #little!tommy #c!tommy agere #sfw littlespace #sfw agere moodboards #sfw agere hc #sfw age regression #sfw little post

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alixlives · 1 year

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26 is easily Crimeboys. But. Hear me out. 24 for Crimeboys.

24. “Tickles are an essential part of cuddling!”

i had to do ler wilbur lee tommy just because.

and glad to know im not the only one who thought crimeboys when reading 26— “Stop poking me!”

CC ler!wilbur (he/him) CC lee!tommy (he/him)

if theres errors fuck off its past 3AM and im running on nothing but 2 cans of monster energy

“Wil, come on, please?” Tommy spoke from where he lay on his bed, trying to get Wilbur to atleast lay next to him. He just wanted a damn hug for once, okay!?

“Fine, clingy child,” Wilbur scoffed playfully, moving to sit next to Tommy but just staring blankly at the wall.

“I’m not a clingy child, bitch. I’m a big maaAAAN- Wilbur! What the fuck, man!?” Tommy let out a high pitched shriek as Wilbur, without warning, somewhat tackled Tommy into a bear hug. Wilbur laughed at the yelling.

“What? You wanted my affection, and so I’m giving it to you. I would be a horrible big brother to not give you affection!” Wilbur exclaimed, a playful smirk on his face. Tommy tried to shove Wilbur away, giggling softly at the older’s antics. Tommy’s giggles put an idea into Wilbur’s head.

“Hey, Tommy,” Wilbur’s voice made Tommy pause his shoving— he couldn’t see Wilbur as his back was pressed against the brunette’s chest, but he could almost hear the smirk on his face. He didn’t like it, so he didn’t respond. Wilbur raised an eyebrow at this, but didn’t comment. Simply just started squeezing up and down Tommy’s sides, his smirk turning into a wide, fond smile as Tommy started to squirm and cover his mouth to muffle his giggles.

“Wihihilbuhur! What the fuhuhuck!” Tommy tried to escape from Wilbur’s hold, but he failed as Wilbur was taller and much stronger than he was. Fucking tall bastard.

“Tickles are an essential part of cuddling!” Wilbur spoke, moving his hand to scribble all over Tommy’s stomach, making the blonde squeal.

“WIHIHIHIL! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” Tommy’s hands moved from his face to gripping Wilbur’s wrists, trying —and failing— to push away the older’s hands. Wilbur only laughed at his futile attempts.

Wilbur only kept it up for a minute, he didn’t wanna kill Tommy. Eventually, it was Tommy and Wilbur laying in bed, both of them half asleep with a random movie on the tv. Tommy was clung to Wilbur like a koala, and Wilbur was struggling to not audibly coo at the blonde everytime he looked down. He may of slipped once or twice.

Tommy fell asleep first, and Wilbur got too many pictures to count; he already knew he’d be using them against Tommy at some point.

#strangleetomz #strangleetomz ficlets #ler!wilbur #lee!tommy #mcyt tickle fic #mcyt tickle #no brain only crimeboys

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rosego1dd · 2 years

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i saw an au on ig and it was like. (by @/behrjbehr follow them or i will turn u into salad) techno was some ancient warrior cursed to sleep for 10000 years and tommy and wil wake him up.

and part of me wants them to like, drag him home to phil like

“PHILLL WE FOUND A HOMELESS DUDE”

and phil stares at them like “you WHAT”

and then he sees techno

and techno sees him

and they’re like that one spider-man pointing meme like

“PHIL”

“TECHNO”

“AYYYYYY”

but then another part of me wants techno to like. morph into an older brother figure to 2 orphans. and then they follow him around everywhere while he tries to figure out how to get around in the modern world

and then he meets other gods from before his curse (namely mumza and dreamxd)

and some of them are like “omg big brother techno that’s so cute”

and others (cough dream) are like “techno u fell off”

just some thoughts. may or may not turn this into a story.

#technoblade #sbi #mcytumblr #mcyt #sbi family dynamic #dream smp #philza minecraft #kristen mumza #mumza my beloved #mumza goddess of death #philza #god technoblade #soft technoblade #mcyt headcanons #wilbur mcyt #tommyinnit mcyt #mcyt au #technoblade au

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thelittlebroccoli · 1 year

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OMG SLEEPY BOIS INC IDEA JUST DROPPED

Okay, so we have Techno, Phil, Wilbur, and Tommy. And we have Supernatural.

In this, Tommy’s a spirit/demon/whatever. Phil’s a fallen Angel, and Techno and Wilbur are the ‘Sam and Dean’.

Wilbur and Techno found out about spirits demons all that jazz because their parents died in the midst of an Angel/Demon battle, where they met Phil. Wil and Techno make a vow for vengeance, yada yada yada. Phil’s their ‘guardian Angel’ but not actually, promising to watch over them, and a few years after Wil and Techno meet Phil he loses his Grace (Angel powers go bye bye).

They then have this doting father figure, ex Angel badass man with them on their ghost/demon hunting. Like I said earlier, the brothers don’t really like demons… cause one killed their parents… but they can’t seem to shake this one trickster demon that tailed them for over half a year.

Finally they trap the guy, and it’s (basically) a kid, he’s really 18 but in demon years quite a bit older. They are wary of this demon for quite some time before warming up to him. If you haven’t realized it already this demon is Tommy.

okay that’s what I have for now. Bye bye

#sbi #drabble #dream smp #philza #technoblade #wilbur soot #dsmp wilbur #tommyinnit #mcyt #dark sbi #kinda #supernatural… kinda #sbi au #dsmp

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phantom-of-the-ruckus · 1 year

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The Handee-Parents

Picrew by: Lord Potatohead

Phantom sadly can't draw rn due to a wrist injury

I made some OCs which are the Handemen parents. I headcannon that Mortimer Doesn't have an actual family, so the handeemen are like one to him

Here are the Ocs + some Data about them

Daisy's Mom

Name: Salomé Beatrice Danger

Occupation: Former Country music star (Artistic name is "Lil' Sally Doll"), song writter

Spouse : Trevor Danger (Decreased/I did not make a pic crew yet)

Nickname(s): Sal, Sally

Facts:

Has four siblings (Quintruplets)

Retired from music to fully take care of her children (She's happier with living a calm life with her family )

Has tripplet sons (Andy, Barny, and Clidy. They're Daisy's older brothers ) who are a group of country singers

Although the public expected Daisy to follow hee footsteps, Sal is super proud and happy of her daughter just as her sons are.

She's not as good aa a baker as Daisy, but loves to help her daughter bake

Keeps in check the Danger Twins (Daisy's kids) and is a mom figure to Nick (It's like Molly Weasly and Harrry Potter)

She likes to give goodies and cowboy hats to the handemen, even got a custom one for the good boi

She likes to sing in the neighborhood for charity events along with her family

extroverted

Nick basically became he kid (Nick is like the friend that every parent loves as their own tbh)

Rileys Parent's :

Name: Dr. Dorothea Eliza Ruckus

Nickname(s): Dora

Occupation : Psychiatrist

Spouse : Manfred Ruckus

her hair is brown but a bit redish

The one Riley got her temperament and sarcasm on

Is very good and reading body language and has a tendency to pay attention to tone and detail

Can be a bit nosy but means well

Does love Rosco but will not accept to be called his grandmother. Nana is better

Doesn't have heterochromia, her mother does.

Has blue eyes (It's a family joke that Riley decided to take on both her parents eye color)

Free therapy lessons :D

Amviabert

From German and Jewish descent (Not a believer but holds traditions with hubby and kid)

Will tell you that Fred said no pickles

Does like Nick platonically

Name: Dr. Manfred Oliver Ruckus

Nickname(s): Fred, Freddy

Occupation : Nutrician (Has a PhD)

Is where Riley got her emotional intelligence XD

Introverted like his daughter

Riley is more attached to him (She's a daddy's girl)

Has green eyes

Proud grandfather of the good boi

Will talk to Rosco and defend him when Riley is upset with him

Good with animals

Doesn't like conflict and adores his firery wife

Find Nick's tolerable.

Wil protect his baby girl at all cost

Nick's parents :

Name: Leighton Joel Nack

Spouse: Miriam (Deceased in an AU with Amber), Mortimer (In one Au with @dolly-royal/AMBER W H Y)

Nickname(s): None

Occupation: Businesses owner of a boat/ship company

Quite stern and Strict

Doesn't like his father that much

Dissaproved of Nick's career affiliations and desires to be an artist

Wasn't exactly a great father to Nick, and tried to force him to follow his footsteps

Refuses to talk about his late sister (Amber's OC) but blames himself for her death

Was heartbroken when Nick ran from home. Wanted to disowned him as revenge but Miriam made him realized He would feel worse

American

Had a late sister (Amber's Nicole)

Does regret the sour outcome with Nick, but won't do anything

Name: Miriam Elizabeth Nack

Nickname(s): Mimi (By Nicole/Amber's oc)

Spouse(s): Leighton Nack

Occupation: Accountant

She was just as stern as Leighton but much softer.

Probably the most decent out of the two as she did argue with Leighton being too pushy on Nick

Still dissaproved that Nick wanted art saying it won't be a fruitful career

Was deeply affected after her son ran away from home and convinced Leighton not to disowned him

Fundded Nick even though he didn't talk to her, and help him get his studio

French

Was Nicole Nack's childhood best friend (@dolly-royal Oc)

Feel free to ask me about them in the ask box

#hello puppets #riley ruckus #hello puppets midnightshow #nick nack #mortimer handee #Daisy Danger #Salomé Danger (OC)#Dorothea Ruckus (OC)#Manfred Ruckus (OC)#Leighton Nack (OC)#Miriam Nack (OC)

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maybewilwasboring · 6 months

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My Story

It feels unfair to plunge you into my life without an understanding of why i’m doing this or who i am. As you know, my name is Wil. I’m a trans man from the UK who enjoys poetry, playing guitar and nighttime among other things. I am doing this for one reason: I want to get better. Im not a great person, mentally or just generally. I’m a bad friend, a bad partner, a bad son. I want to track my progress, all the bad and good things i go through. Hopefully if there are any people out there going through similar things this could help you.

My story truly begins when i was 10 years old and got my first phone. My parents, bless them, didn’t know enough about the internet to know that maybe a 10 year old shouldn’t be subject to the wide web unsupervised. I got into a few fandoms, some of which i’m still in today, but the main focus here is the fact that i met two very important people. One of which i’ll call Gray, which was his real name, as he is no longer alive. The other i’ll call by his internet alias, Mel. Gray and Mel were older than me by 5 years, which made them almost like older brother figures to me. I trusted them. Mel and Gray were dating, this might not seem that important but trust me it is. One day out of the blue Mel messaged me and confessed he had feelings for me. One thing led to another and there we were in a very messy and complex relationship. Keep in mind i was 10 and he was 15. Very quickly it became apparent Mel was only interested in the sexual side of things. From begging me for nudes to sending me videos of him masturbating to saying things like ‘Spread your legs for me’. Disgusting. After around a year or two of that i broke it off. This resulted in him calling me names like ‘Slut’ and ‘Attention Whore’. He then spent the next three or four months harassing me. He threatened to rape me among other equally reprehensible things. Eventually he moved on and i was left broken and terrified of everything. Fast forward a while and i made some new friends, which quickly broke apart. Then i made more friends, and that fell apart. Then i got a new girlfriend, who outed me to the whole school. Then i got friends, that fell apart. You see the cycle? I’m skipping a few things for quickness sake but the general idea is it messed me up. To this day i’m not good at relationships or friendships or anything of the sort. So this is me trying to get better.

-Wil

#spilled thoughts #vent post #personal vent #maybe will delete later #digital diary #dear diary #tw diary

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xdragonsbloodx · 1 year

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@obscurebelief

As to his promise to the Faerie King, Dev had to find Harry. It wasn’t as if he liked this idea of compelling his older ‘brother’ and ex-guardian to steal from his own boyfriend, but his and Max’s kids were at stake. There were innocent children on the line - his children and there was no way that he was going to allow that Faerie to ever hurt them. Harry wouldn’t even know, so what was the harm?

The problem was finding him. He bailed ever since that night in the guest house after he over heard them talking to Wil. He figured he had taken off with him... but that mean Neverland and he definitely didn’t want to run into Pan.

Fuck..

He needed to ask Aurie for a locator spell or a way to scry to get ahold of Harry and convince him to come to him.

Dev picked up the phone and dialed his witchy friend.

“Hey, Aurie..., I know I’ve kind of asked you for a lot of stuff lately, and I’m still really grateful for what you did in my attic and all with the Faerie, but I just need one more small favor. Can you help me?”

#obscurebelief #closed starter

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sasukimimochi · 1 year

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- MCYT / DSMP

Discontinued fic from a couple years back i wanted to share. (a companion fic to this other discontinued fic: His Forever Home)

It has a bit of old art to go with it: just this one though.

lets start! fic below the line!

Boar Brothers

In hindsight, it was a childish mistake. Three brothers, playing in a field and rough housing. Of course, Tommy was always picked on the most, but he was absolutely the favorite. Wil and Techno always wanted to spend time with their baby brother, and even as he got older they would still smother him in attention.

He never should have did it. It didn’t look right, he knew something was wrong, but he was curious.

Wilbur traced the ancient rune on ruined stone, caramel eyes shimmering in wonder. “What is this?” He heard his two brothers stop playing and wander over, one of which, Techno, yanked his hand away and looked at the stone tentatively. “Maybe we shouldn’t…” Tommy however, flopped in front of it and put both hands on it like the child he was.

Techno tensed and reached out to pull the boy away, but before he could a strange green glow sifted out of the runes and engulfed the boy.

“Tommy!” His brothers shouted, reaching out to grab him but instead his little body was yanked into the sky, the trees casting their silhouette over his form.

“Wilbur! Help, Wilby!! Techno!” The sound of his baby brother, crying out to him in hopes to be saved, as he was carried away by an angry god filled his ears with agony.

“Wil.”

Wilbur’s head snapped up, letting out a surprised breath that turned into a relieved sigh when he met eyes with his older brother. “Jesus, Techno. You scared me…” Wilbur turned his head back to his desk, where there were child-like drawings laying on its surface.

“I was…just looking at Tommy’s drawings. The ones he gave me.”

Techno looked over his brother’s shoulder, features softening slightly. Most of them consisted of their small family, but these were mostly Wilbur and Tommy together. His eyes lingered on the one of a stick figure with brown scribbles for hair, and two orange dots for eyes; and holding their hand was a much smaller figure, gold scribbles for hair and blue dots for eyes.

Wilbur was always Tommy’s favorite. Techno found himself chuckling. “I can remember these pretty clearly; he gave you this one for your birthday, didn’t he?” He pointed at the one he’d been looking at. “Along with a nice, fat mud cake.”

Wilbur let out a sad, soft chuckle. “Yeah. Pretty sure I puked cuz he insisted I have a bite.” His lip trembled a bit, and Techno’s shoulders lowered slightly. “His birthday is coming up soon. He’ll be 10. Double digits…”

“Yeah…That he is.” Techno mumbled, thinking for a moment before gently moving the pictures to one side of the desk so he could sit on it, legs crossed.

“Tommy would let you have it if he saw you like this over him.” Techno hoped his emotional constipation wasn’t getting in the way of comforting his brother here, but at least he was trying. He lifts a hand to gently rub his brother’s tense shoulder and his brother’s ears drooped, tail tapping on the floor. “Tommy’s strong, Wil. When we find him, he’ll gripe about how long we took to find him, just like when we played hide and seek and he always somehow won.” Aka, they both let him win for a moment of silence.

Wil lifted his head, eyes watered and threatening to spill over. “It’s been so long, Tech.” As cliché as it sounded, he could remember it like it happened just yesterday. He wished it had just been yesterday, but instead…It’d been two long years. “If we found him, would he remember us?”

Techno frowned, looking to the floor with a thoughtful, constipated expression, before grabbing his brother’s arm and yanking him up. “Up.” Techno reprimanded himself mentally for coming off a bit more harsh, but still made the other follow him.

“You didn’t answer my question…” Wilbur trailed off, rubbing his arm where he was pulled and followed after to the garden. He imagined the little mop of blonde running between the rows, picking tomatoes and eating grapes off the vine. Phil would always cut the melons free to enjoy in the summer, and help them carve pumpkins in the fall.

“We’re going to garden, and I want you to think about anything else but the worst that could happen.” Techno grabbed the gloves and shears, tapping a hoof on the steps next to Wilbur so to catch his attention. “It would make Tommy sad to see you like this. Come on, let’s get some stuff cut and preserved.”

Wilbur sighed and took the gloves, pulling them on quickly so he could take the shears. “Alright…” His voice was still low and weighted, but he didn’t try to bring up the worst again.

The silence as they worked on snipping ripe fruit and vegetables free was tense, so while Techno was carefully placing grapes and plums in his basket, he cleared his throat. “You know, Tommy used to sing to these plants. His favorite was Hallelujah, right?” Techno moved to snip some small bell peppers from their stems, glancing at Wilbur.

“Yeah…pretty much the only song he knew word for word, actually.”

#this one is quite short compared to HFH #BB #Boar Brothers #dsmp #dream smp #fanfiction #dsmp fanfiction #dsmp fanfic #dsmp fic #Wilbur Soot #Technoblade #SBI themed #SBI #children #youngin's

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sunriseverse · 1 year

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i know i said this earlier in tags but. genuinely it haunts me that nhs must have felt incredibly betrayed by jgy killing nmj. he is shown to trust and care about jgy—he’s upset when he’s hurt to save nmj when the wen attack the unclean realm, and if i remember correctly tried to convince nmj to not force him to leave/to let him come back (there’s probably more these are just the ones that spring to mind), and if i remember correctly he calls him san-ge? and i don’t get the feeling that it was out of a sense of obligation or only because he was tied to him via nmj being his sworn brother. this is mostly supposition on my part but i think it’s very possible that nhs viewed him as a parental type figure or at least an older brother because nmj was busy with sect leader work regardless of how much he cared for nhs and my is shown to at least in some degree be entrusted by nmj to look after nhs and nhs treats him in a similar manner to the way he does wwx and jc at least to my eye so clearly to him there’s some sort of friendship there. but for my no matter how much he may have liked nhs—and i think he genuinely did like and care for him! even if it started off as an obligation—he is also aware of the inherent imbalance between them and likely doesn’t conceptualise his relationship with nhs the same way nhs conceptualises it, because he necessarily is not afforded that ability to wilful blindness. so when it comes down to it, for jgy, he is killing the man who has repeatedly threatened his life and likely will kill him if he doesn’t do SOMETHING, and to nhs, his brother figure who he considers a friend and possibly even family is killing his other brother who jgy has sworn himself to and who nhs still clings to the good memories of despite the way his temperament has changed and twisted with little/no extenuating reasons.

#last post i swear. genuinely they make me unwell.#full disclaimer that i am incredibly sleep deprived and again have not finished canon #so if any of this is blatantly wrong i apologise #c.txt #meta #mdzs #tagging this after the fact since it actually got some notes

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ifievertoldyou · 2 years

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silly little thaw and atol character comparisons post bc this has been on my mind for Quite some time now

atol!soot and thaw!quackity

sky gods' favorites

speak two languages (common & ancient + common & the language of the archipelagos)

have chronic pain from an injury (back + eye) and there's the possibility that their younger selves will suffer a little less than they did when they get it (massaging newly formed scar tissue + more potions instead of vinegar)

tortured people that are or have to do with dream

have a country that they love a lot, and use the thought of to distract from their other thoughts

father (even if quackity is in denial)

brother(figure) to tommy.

distrust anything relating to the gods, and doesn't follow them

are the first ones to beat the sky gods (in their fucked up games + in a gambling match against them)

Trust Issues(TM)

wear masks in front of people, hiding all of their vulnerabilities

thoughts about making their younger-selves match (soot to a higher extent)

minds have been fucked with by the sky gods (darkness from their Games + madness from the broken vow to them)

despise the ram and fantasize about getting revenge on him (also, wants to hang his head over the white house + mounts his horns and others' horns in his office)

and probably more that i'm forgetting

--------younger-selves section--------

atol!wil and thaw!q

MCs both slowly losing their sense of identity from before the events of their stories

Dissociation(TM) after realizing just How Much harm their storytelling inadvertently caused (not only for his older-self, but just in general, since so many people died in a war that was supposed to be fictional and only a few people + for his older-self after q realized the implications of all his remarks)

their first kills are mobs that were very high in magic (a Fresh fresh zombie + phantom), and they were both to protect other people (tommy + tntduo). and they had literally no idea what they were doing (accidentally ripped open the thing + made it choke on a poker chip without meaning to)

fit in almost seamlessly with the world, especially in comparison to the other people sent there

their older-selves being weirdly comfortable with them on their first day (soot thinking that wilbur not shrugging off his constant physical affection meant that he was ok with the closeness + quackity making those "suggestive" quips at q)

flirted with quackity or soot, though not really meaning it.

both "from" very dark times in their older-selves' lives. coincidentally, both either from a war, or else right before one (if you count like. 3 years before as Right before but)

older-selves threatened to kill them and made them answer questions when they first arrived (simone + ace of spades). (also the injuries the older-selves caused both nod to trauma that they have and that their younger-selves will experience eventually: wilbur's back scrape against the wall nodding as well as foreshadowing to the acid tears that scarred his back + q's bruised wrists nodding to what happened in manberg and foreshadowing to the burgundy cosmos and serenity park...)

their older-selves are very used to violence, and expect them to be the same way

^ they have to get used to violence quicker than anyone else sent here as a result of that, just so they won't get immediately found out.

got very violent against dream and regretted it after they realized just what they had done, and who they had become

progressively become more and more like their older-selves over the course of their stories

+more that technically haven't happened in thaw yet, but i can practically smell them off in the horizon...

atol!phil and thaw!charlie

have to come to terms with no longer having human features (wings and talons + Literally Everything.)

must figure out how to work their non-human features without being too suspicious to people (phil knocking things and people over with his wings + charlie needing to figure out how to keep himself solid and not drip slime everywhere)

their horror over seeing their non-human traits being mistaken as something else by others ("philza must have made him ashamed of his talons" + "he's sad my skeleton gift to him is melting :(")

are absolutely horrified by the violence and disregard for life being displayed in this world. and how desensitized everyone is to it.

very worried for the people in this world, Especially the MCs.

have been taken away from their partners when they were sent to the shattered!verse

still have some hope of returning home

the first character they meet is someone who caused loads of trauma to the MC's older-selves. they get very bad vibes from them, even though they aren't sure why exactly at first

atol!dream and thaw!wilbur (youngerbur)

been in the shattered!verse just as long, if not longer than the MC.

becomes very much like their older-selves

MC immediately distrusts them and hurts them (watches him get tortured and punches his face + bruises wrists)

their older-selves aren't trusted by the MCs' older-selves, so that tends to translate to the MCs also not trusting them

they meet the MC for the first time once the MC is acting almost indistinguishably from their older-self

terrified of, and feels betrayed by, the MC

has the memories of their older-selves (currently unsure if this is due to godly interference or not, but if it is, that's another similarity.)

actively go to where the MC is (pogtopia + las nevadas), which just causes suspicion, since they aren't supposed to be able to find the place/get in. and are considered enemies of the place (maybe not #1 enemies, as that would be the ram for both, but they're still pretty close on that list)

i'm using "younger/older-self" for everyone, since youngerbur's identity has not yet been officially confirmed as of writing this, so it might not be accurate to say cc for him. plus, so many ccs have changed that they're hardly the ccs at all anymore yk

MC is referring to the person that the first chapter is about and whom the story mostly centers around.

thank you for reading ^_^

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I'll Be Here Till the End of the World if I Have To (As Long as You Don't Leave First) - Crimeboys Oneshot

DREAM SMP SPOILERS [L'manberg, Pogtopia v Manberg]

Tommy hated to admit it, but the truth of it was that they were slowly failing . Failing this revolution, this war. Wilbur had been stubborn for as long as he could remember, and to be honest, he might’ve taken after the brunette, but the masked bitch was also stubborn so they hadn’t ended up going anywhere.

Wilbur, one day, had run off from the group, the one to notice this being Tommy, so he made an excuse to leave and practically bolted once he let Tubs know.

His pace slowed down as he could see the familiar slouched down figure. Wilbur was leaning against a tree, breathing. He slowly opened his eyes to find Tommy there, and it seemed the older couldn’t find it in himself to be surprised.

“..Wil..? What’s wrong?” Tommy spoke as he walked over, taking Wilbur’s hands into his and gently kneading at it. Wilbur seemed to hesitate before he sighed and seemed to give up. “Was it really worth it? For this nation. There isn’t much left we can do to win.”

Tommy could tell his brother’s resolve was ripping at the seams, so Tommy took it into his own hands and slowly put it back together again. After all, Wilbur always had his off moments, and sometimes grown ups needed help. He never did let the mask down around the others. Tommy didn’t think he’d ever understand why Wil wanted to pretend when they’d all be happy with him just acting as himself, but it might’ve just been something that helped Wilbur gain his confidence. After all, that conversation was for another day.

“You don’t have to do it all alone Wil, I’m right here. It was worth it every step of the way. Let me take control over this one alright?” Tommy might’ve been young but he wasn’t stupid. He had a few ideas himself.

Wilbur looked a little skeptical but nodded. He squeezed Tommy’s hand, sucking in a deep breath before standing up straight. “Let’s head back now, shall we?”

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Tommy could hardly keep the excitement off of him when Eret gathered everyone and had said that they were grinding materials for us to win. It might’ve been a little odd that they hadn’t said anything before, plus it’d have been easier if they had someone to help them grind, but it seemed like everyone else was just as surprised as he was.

Of course, maybe Eret was just a little shy over it so they proposed it all at once, in which case he wasn’t complaining. Maybe they’d have a chance.

So Eret had led us underground into a blackstone room of chests with our names. Tommy grinned as he saw a button in the center, completely ignoring his chest in favor of button pressing. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Wilbur looking down at his chest, and for a second he looked even confused, but of course Tommy hadn’t noticed, as he had pressed the button.

The button seemed to do something as machinery seemed to whir to life. The walls opened, and in came our enemy. Tommy froze, before the sounds of his teammates' panicked yells got through to him, and then he was cut through.

Eret betrayed us, but Tommy was the one to press the button. Was it really his fault if he didn’t know? But it was his own unrestrained curiosity that led to this.

When they all respawned, out of it and lost, he could already see Wilbur’s gears turning. There was a sort of shock and anger that radiated off of him, so Tommy put a hand on his shoulder, whispering. “It isn’t over just yet. We still can do something.”

Maybe Wilbur shouldn’t have put all his hopes on a teenager, but what else could he do?

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As Tommy sat on the edge of his bed and sucking in a breath, he knew he fucked up. Okay maybe he shouldn’t have had challenged the green fucker to a duel, but Wilbur was going to surrender! He couldn’t let that happen. He’d fight tooth and nail for this country if he had to, and he knew that feeling persisted despite just watching two lives tick to one.

..He couldn’t let this fail. Not after everything. He knew Wilbur was going to give up sooner or later, and he might’ve just unintentionally sped up that process. So as he looked through his things, he knew he’d have to make a sacrifice, even if he’d already given two of his own lives.

With his discs in hand, he left to seek out Dream one last time.

Tommy wanted to feel relief, but he just felt so tired. It was like the weight of the world was on his shoulders, and logically he knew that it wasn’t, but he supposed this whole war had much more of an impact than he had thought.

At least, bearing great news did he show a grin, confessing to the others that he had been able to get them independence.

He’d miss the discs, but this was what he wanted. Independence. He wasn’t sure if he wanted it for himself or if it was just for Wilbur. Maybe it had been both, he wasn’t sure anymore.

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“I just don’t understand it.” Wilbur started, pacing in a circle with a hard look in his eyes. “They won’t listen to us, after everything. Tell me, Tommy, how do we gain respect?”

He thought hard on this question. If it were him.. He’d think.. “If people could choose who they want in charge.” Wilbur’s eyes snapped to him and he nearly flinched, quickly continuing his sentence before Wilbur could interrupt.

“I mean, no one wants an illegitimate leader. We could.. Make them vote in an election. If we give them a choice then they’ll listen to you then because you would’ve been the person the citizens would’ve chosen.”

After a moment Wilbur’s eyes seemed to soften, nodding along with that. “That makes sense.”

There were stakes now. He knew that. Not that there weren’t stakes before with the war, but Wilbur could potentially lose, with Big Q and Schlatt running. He could lose all his progress. Everything he worked towards.

The country wasn’t going to burst into flames or some shit, of course not, but he knew his brother wanted to be the leader, the president. So Tommy stayed by Wilbur’s side, waiting for the stressful day where they’d see who won with held breath.

He couldn’t do much in this situation but provide reassurances that might go to waste. He’d like to think that everyone would vote for them after everything, but he also knew that some might not. They had even failed negotiations with Quackity after all.

They lost. By one percent.

The two of them ran, breathing in the air that suddenly they seemed to almost lack in. They ran from the country that thought exiling them would be a good idea.

He knew Wilbur was going to do something. Wilbur wasn’t one to just stand by, after all.

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Wilbur’s words rang in his head as he stood, frozen, breath hitched. Not even the withers and his friends (..?) screams could get to him.

“Let’s be the bad guys.” How far had he gone before Tommy noticed?

“You’re never going to be president, Tommy.” But that wasn’t what he wanted to begin with.

“It was never meant to be.” It was always meant to be, but Wilbur had been the one to change that.

He was too late he thought distantly as he watched as his father killed Wilbur, stabbing him in the chest. He watched as they sank onto their knees, and as blood quickly gathered, staining the fabric. He watched as the one thing he gave all to crumbled, watched as his world fell.

He gave two of his lives for L’manberg, he even sacrificed his discs, but that wasn’t the point.

It was practically Wilbur who he sacrificed those things for. Who he gave his everything for.

Wilbur was his everything, and Wilbur was the one who seemed to selfishly throw that all away.

All Tommy wanted was him, but Wilbur couldn’t seem to understand the only thing he’d ever ask of the older.

It had been for nothing, after all.

He couldn’t even be mad, couldn’t even cry. He just felt so fucking tired. Maybe he was tired of Wilbur, who knew. Wilbur who at the push of a button, destroyed it all. Wilbur who couldn’t even bear to look at the destruction he had caused begged the neglectful father that started this whole thing, that started the two of them to leave and go off on their own to end him.

Even if they only had each other, for that one moment, maybe Wilbur forgot that Tommy wasn’t an adult. That he was just a kid, and so he left him here in the land of the living.

He knew that he was truly alone at that moment. He would never forget this, and maybe, by some miracle that Wilbur came to life, he would not feel the same. He would not do the same. He had been freed from the chains that bound him, and would rather die forever then do it all over again.

Tommy had given Wilbur his everything and Wilbur threw it all away. Tommy no longer had anything left to give.

(You told me to buy a pony, but all I wanted was you.)

Prompt: Five times Character A saves Character B plus one Character A arrives too late.

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