#Dorothy Must Die!Scarecrow x Reader

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Imagine;

DMD!Scarecrow acting like a good mentor for you when you crash-land in Oz, just like he did with Dorothy all those years ago; pretending to be just the person he was back then and helping you on your adventure to get back home. Being the Mad Hatter to your Alice.

But secretly the entire time, he's sabotaging you because he wants you to stay with him. Sending you both in the wrong direction (*face palm* oh silly me. You know the old straw brain isn't as sharp as it used to be 😅 we're several fields away from where we should be), giving you the wrong advice (OH, my bad. I FORGOT that the hungry tiger roams these parts 😕 Oopsie daisy? Heheh 😅 Good thing he stopped himself, right?? Aaaanyway- ), etc.

When you somehow, finally get to the Wizard (who's, miraculously, willing to help you), Scare is actually baffled how this happened and that just makes him even MORE mad ontop of the fact that you're getting away. His pride is hurt and you could escape??? Jesus fucking christ.

... but still. He keeps the act up. Maybe you'll choose to stick around, right? He's been so sweet. Such a good friend. Kept you fed and kept your fragile little organic body safe-- surely you'll w a n t to stay with him, right?? Yes. That's the only thing that makes sense.

So just as you're about to step into the hot air balloon with that crackpot 'wizard', Scare jumps up to you, takes your hands softly in his and tilts his head oh-so-cutely. "You could stay, you know. ... with me." A wonky grin on his stitched-mouth.

When you giggle gently, tears in your eyes, and shale your head; his non-existent heart drops. That's the last straw. "I would love to... but I can't. You understand, don't you?? My lovely friend ^^ "

Scare can't answer. His mind is absolutely boggled. Jumbled up. And he's pissed. Off. His fingers are tightening around yours, when the Wizard taps your shoulder. "Child, of course he does. Now come on- "

"The HELL I do." Scare growls, yanking you away from the hot air balloon just as the Wizard cuts the ropes tying it to the ground. The damn thing pf course starts flying away without you, history repeating itself, but Scarecrow can't acknowledge the symmetry while rage boils inside him and your little hand wriggles in his hold. Trying to get away.

But fuck that.

He knows he's scaring you with this jarring change in his demenour but he doesnt care. He put so much work into being a good friend to you. How did that not work?? What- is he supposed to do all that for you and just let you GO?? No. A thank you is not good enough. You have to stay. You have to be grateful.

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DMD!Scarecrow x Maid!Reader (x DMD!Tin Woodman) || Oneshot

Plot: The Scarecrow likes you; he really does. He thinks that you're cute, and just dumb enough to fall for him if he plays his cards right.

... but f u c k, you're sometimes just t o o dumb to handle. And he cant control himself.

But thats his mistake to fix. His.

Not that bleeding heart of a tin can.

Warnings: Possessive manipulative Scarecrow + Scarecrow yells at you and shakes you. Sexual thoughts. Unedited.

"Fuck!" The Scarecrow's voice generally sounded scratchy, like it had to make it through a thicket before it made it out, but now it sounded terrifying to you. He sounded so mad, and when he stood up to assess the damage your clumsy mistake left, all arms and legs - Spiderlike, - , he towered over you by feet. You immediately cowered back, eyes wide and shiny as you covered your mouth just to keep the cry in. "Look what you- Do you know how much work this is, twit!?"

"Y- yes, sir, I'm so sorry- it was an accident- " You didn't mean to drop the pile of parchment you were bringing him! They were so heavy, and you were so tired, they- they- they just slipped! Now they were all over the floor; hundreds of papers and markers spread all over the floor in a horrible mess that you couldn't even fathom pulling together again in any kind of order.

"... An accident." The Scarecrow repeated, a terrible furious tone in his awfully calm, even nightmare-voice. And before you can get out of the way again, cower to a place further away so he cant touch you, he sees red and reaches for you. He grabs you around the arms; the straw in his gloves crunching and straining around your limbs with surprising strength as he shakes you hard, twice. "Jesus christ you're dumb as a box of rocks." He seethes, sneering into your face. "'Accident'." His eyes roll in the fabric, a disturbing sight, though you're too frozen with fear to consider it too hard. "Get out of my sight, girl. Or idiot- whatever you are. Out."

Then he discards you to the floor, like trash, and you stare at him with wide eyes as he starts cleaning up his work- what he really cares about.

He's never hurt you before, you think miserably as tears well up in your eyes. You knew the Scarecrow was known for his cruelty, you knew first hand of his cold and removed, sometimes gleeful attitude towards his experiments, but he had never been that way towards you before. In fact the Scarecrow had always been rather decent towards you; taking you away from your old grunt work and tedious little jobs to help him in his study and allowing you more breaks than you're usual, so long as you spent them in his room with him (because it was your little secret, he'd told you). He would compliment you, calling you smart, and pretty a couple of times, and saying that you're the only one in this whole palace who he liked. That he felt happy around. He was almost... charming. Well, as charming as a mad straw man can be.

But now you saw the truth in his hate-filled, painted-on blue eyes glaring down at you, and you felt stupid. And terrified. But mostly dumb because- because you felt special. He made you feel special.

And you ruined it.

With a final 'i'm so sorry!', you sniffle and scramble up to your knees- rushing out of the study and hopefully as far away as possible.

~

When you literally crash into the Tin Woodman it hurts like hell, and you cry out; nose throbbing and forehead aching, sure to leave a bruise, but you're still mostly crying from what just happened. When the Tin Woodman looks down at you, this mess of a maid that just randomly ran around a corner and collided with him, in order to tell you not to concern yourself about it and just go back to your duties- he sees a woman absolutely devastated... and becomes confused.

Thats- that seems like an overreaction to their collision.

More awkwardly then he would like to admit, the Tin Woodman clears his throat and speaks down to you like a very unstable person- which you seem to be, to him (Unfortunate, he thinks, and wonders how you achieved a position in the palace.). "Miss- I don't intend to punish you for this. Just... go." You look up at him with wet eyes and something like gratitude, blinking away some of the tears at his words even though your face still hurts. "Go ahead; back to your work now. Thank you- "

When he tries to side step you, you cant bear it. Thats the kindest thing you've ever heard, right now. He's not going to punish you?? Even though you ran right into him??? And he's the Queen's best General???? Immediately you hide your face in your hands and once again and start to cry--causing him to promptly stop and return to his spot in front of you. "I- I'm so sorry... " You manage to weep, struggling to speak through your sobs. "I- Just- Got- Scolded- And- "

"Ah... " The Tin Woodman nods, believing he understands, patting your shoulder gently with razor fingers. "One of the higher ranking maids disciplined you? Oh yes, I know, that can be... difficult. But its necessary, to improve for our Queen Doro- "

"No," Shaking your head, you sniffle. "I- I- it was the Sc- Sc- Scarecrow... " At that, the woodman looks down at you again- looking properly this time.

Oh... this the girl the Scarecrow has been stealing away lately, he thinks. Well... right now, she doesn't seem like much. (But no one looks pretty when they're crying, so I'll reserve judgement for now. The Scarecrow wouldn't put that much effort into an ugly duckling).

"... my old friend can be temperamental these days." The Tin Woodman relents, finally giving into this situation and stroking his hand over the back of your shoulder. She's so pitiful, tear-damp and snotty, and he remembers when he used to cry. It was terrible and uncontrollable, and she's... there's something about her. Maybe he trusts the Scarecrow's judgement that much, or there's just an undeniable quality about this girl that attracts, but he cant judge her. Cant leave her like this. I guess this is what's happening, now, he thinks; sighing.

I suppose I cant have one of my dear Dorothy's servants walking around in less then top notch working order. Yes, that'll be my excuse. Goddamnit.

"I- I- I didn't mean to upset him!! I tried so- so hard! B- b- but my hand slipped- and- papers went everywhere- "

"Mhmm... " The Tin Woodman wasn't entirely sure what had happened between you and the Scarecrow, it was hard to make out the actual situation; but knowing his friend, former brother-in-arms, it was nasty.

While the Tin Woodman comforts you, his large and intimidating mechanical form blocking almost your entire view of the near surroundings, neither of you notice the tall canvas creature turn the corner and stop still; seeing the two of you.

~

The Scarecrow stares at the scene with irritation. He cant believe it. After weeks of treating you like you're 'special', making you feel better then everyone else, acting 'nice'-- the second he makes one little mistake, one that was completely your fault in the first place, you end up in that fucking tin can's arms. Figures.

How does that bleeding heart even end up in just the right place at just the right time like this!? You ran off aimlessly! Like a scared rat! If Scare didn't know any better in fact, which he does of course, he would think it were planned. It would have been, if it were him; if their positions were reversed. He'd have observed you for weeks, and made sure to be right where you would find him the moment there was an opening to sneak into your life. Slip ever-so-easily into your confidence and your trust.

In fact- he would have caused the incident that made you need him in the first place. More predictable, that way.

... but this is the Tin Man we're talking about. That dummy cant even get Dorothy to like him- and that kid's the most simple, conceited dolt in all of Oz. He didn't mean for this, thats for sure.

The Scarecrow stays silent, watching them. The girl's an ugly crier, he thinks... though a smirk slips across his embroidered mouth. But still, its kind of nice to know a few pointed words can get her that way. She really cares about what I think of her, huh?~

Perfect.

He'll have you in your rightful place on the ground between his legs, the filthy floor all over your pretty knees and your lips all over him, in no time. You'll look perfect with your mouth open- so fucking dumb, and pathetic. He might not have a dick to fill it with, but rest assured he'll find something~

-But its no time to celebrate, yet. Not with... The Scarecrow scowls darkly at the couple in front of him... this, going on.

He has to get the Tin Woodman out of the way. But, hey, considering how you hang onto his words... convincing you that Tin only has the w o r s t intentions for you, shouldn't be hard.

... After a few moments more of thought, the Scarecrow moves forward towards them; guiding you away from the Woodman and feigning the 'sincere' apology that he practised on the way here. His hands are gentle on your cheeks and he's sure to smile softly, apologetically, and he watches the Tin Woodman disappear out of the reflection in your eyes. Just like he should.

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NSFW (18+ ONLY) DMD!Scarecrow thought/imagine/smutshot under the cut.

warnings; rutting, Glinda brings you back to oz under really fake pretences, public/outdoors sex, afab reader, monster fucking, etc.

Right. Actually. Imagine the DMD!Scarecrow taking you in the cornfield he used to live in. Imagine you came here a few years ago and met the Scarecrow by chance, just like Dorothy and Tip did. Except it wasn't just friendship, between the two of you. You said it was, and he said it was, because you had to leave- but it wasn't.

You're back now, because Glinda sent you a message; help. Your Scare needed help (Thats what she told you), so you had to come. Nothing in the world could stop you from coming to help him.

But when you come... everything seems fine, initially. Glinda takes you to the court, and you see everything seems Good. There's a ball being thrown and Dorothy's in charge now, which from you've heard about her from your dear Scare- can only mean good things, for Oz. You see the Tin Woodman, the Lion, Glinda... even a glimpse of Ozma, wandering dreamily through the party. When you see Scare, and he sees you, he seems happy! He races across the room and gathers you up against him in a tight, familiar hug; overjoyed to see you. When you ask what's wrong, saying that Glinda told you he needed you, he said... he said... well you don't remember what he said. There was so much he had to tell you in those first few moments, catching you up on what had happened since you were gone... by the time he let you respond, again, you'd forgotten your initial worry. He seemed fine! Normal. A little clingy, but that was to be expected after all this time! ^^ To be totally fair, you wanted him as close as possible, too!

When he suggest you two go off on your own, you don't think twice before agreeing. Glinda sees the both of you off with a saccharine smile. Have fun, my dear Scare. And Y/N- its lovely to have you back.

~

It starts off with kissing. Just kissing, and holding hands as you stroll down the pathway by the old corn fields. He kisses you once, and you're caught off guard- you thought you two didn't Do This. You thought it was unspoken agreement that the two of you were Friends, because you always had to leave. You would always have to leave. But he stops you both and kisses you again outsde the entrance to the cornfields, and you cant bring yourself to stop it. He's warm, and comforting, and you love him. You dreamed about him while you were home,... in fact... you dreamed of This.

Soon enough he has you on your back, in the dirt, amongst the tall stalks of corn with his gloved hands tucked under your knees; parting them so he can be between them. His tongue, which is made of stuffed felt, is an odd sensation in your mouth. An odd weight against your own tongue. Its not a perfect kiss, but you like it because its Him. You're feeling overwhelmingly warm all over, but mostly- down-... When suddenly your trousers are tugged down, discarded, lost in the stalks of corn. "Get rid of those." Scare mutters, an unfamiliarly dark tone in his voice.

You're confused, but his kisses distract you as he slowly starts to rub against you; the thickly stuffed area between his legs dragging across the area between your legs, and- it feels good. While he does this, grinding himself against you, you lay your head back in the dirt and close your eyes. The kissing has stopped. He can only hold your legs open and rut against you; smirk and watch you be a dirty little toy for him. The soft fabric of his trousers soon become wet with your arousal and he knows what Glinda told him about you, was true. You did want him. You did dream about him while you were away, about him taking you and using you. He wondered if you ever laid in your little bed back home and touched yourself thinking about him- he'd want to know all about that, later.

Because their would be a later. You were staying, this time. It had been decided. Between him and Glinda, it had been undisputed. She was too busy to always attend to his needs-- and he missed you. You. That much was clear. Glinda herself, while she was an attractive woman (That wasn't a question), but... she could not compete with you.

When Glinda told him she was bringing you back, he was ecstatic- he hadn't been so excited about something in a long time. Not since Glinda brought Dorothy back and he was allowed to do whatever he wanted. Perform any experiments he thought of. He loves his work, he does, but thats not all he loves. Even the smartest man in Oz needed a work-life balance... so when she told him you were coming back, he made sure to stuff himself special. Extra in that area between his legs that Nick told him about many years ago; that area that Glinda seemed fixated on when they were alone.

And you seemed happy with it, he noticed with a vulgar, wicked smirk across his stitched lips. How easy,.. he thought. It was so easy to get you here, and to fuck you.

Thankfully the Scarecrow does not tire, as he is not a man or living creature of any sort, so he's able to continue dragging his sticky, slick crease all over your little cunt for far longer then the average man. You cum 4 times, held still by his misleadingly strong hands on your legs, before he stops. He could've gone for longer, but he had an idea.

"Sc- Scare,", you huff, out of breath. Pitiful... Adorable, too, though.

"Don't worry, we're not done." "I'm just tired of doing all the work, here. You made me wait all this time... Pitch in. "

Fuck-Dumb, brains slowly screwed right out of your head, you nod (His completely) and follow him as he lays down in the corn and raises a thin brow at you. Well??...

Carefully, you crawl over him; shuddering when the slimy, sticky feeling of your own slick all over his trousers touches you again as you sit down. Slowly you begin to move your hips this time, grinding your over-sensitive, needy heat against his bulge this time.

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DMD!Scarecrow x Reader || Drabble

Plot: Dorothy got away from him twice. You're not getting away even once.

Based on This imagine.

Warnings: Possessiveness, entitlement, sexual references.

It was happening to him again. He helped her, he did everything that he could think of to make her happy here and get her what she wanted, and she was leaving again. First it was Dorothy- twice. And now he was having to watch Y/N leave, too.

What was the point of doing good if he was always just lonely for it?

Your hands on either side of his head feel good, and so do his hands on your waist (He doesn't want to let go), and the smell of your hair when the breeze lifts it up and carries it to him makes him feel a little dizzy- and then your lips, on his cheek. That's...

He's been kissed before, but it never felt like that.

"I love you, dear Scare." You whisper, falling down lightly back onto your heels. A smile on your pretty face. "Its been a hell of a few weeks. Thank you for everything." Your hands slips away from him and its like his dusty seams were being ever-so-carefully ripped apart. "I'll miss you forever."

... Oh yeah? A bitter note slips into the Scarecrow's thoughts. Bitter and spiteful and mean. Its, possibly, the first time, that the Scarecrow had allowed himself to feel wholly selfishly. The Winkies and what he did with them... he convinced himself that was just merely curiosity. That was for the Kingdom. That was for Dorothy, that was- that was so old Nick could stop acting so foolishly... But this, how he was feeling about you leaving-- there was no doubt about it. That was selfish.

He wants you to stay because he wants you. He wanted you from the moment he pulled you out of that crashed helicopter (Thats what you said it was called. You told him that ordinarily, it flew. Without magic, even.) and you clung to him in so much fear he could practically see it in your pretty eyes. He wants you to stay, and be with him, and most importantly want him back.

Now that- that, might take some work he thinks.

Work he has no time, now, to put in. Because you're taking the old wizard's hand (That fucking old man) and letting him pull you into another damn hot air balloon.

Before he can control his outburst, he tries one last (admittedly, desperate) attempt to make you stay. He pulls you back, so you fall into him, and holds you up. "Y/N wait."

"-Hm?!" You're frazzled from how he yanked you, eyes wide and heart beating so fast in your chest he can feel it against his, but you feel safe in his arms. He likes to way you relax looking up at him; realising its your friend.

... a friend who suddenly thinks that you would look even prettier, on the ground with your legs apart.

He should've taken you, he thinks, back in the field he found you in. Before you went on your adventures, before you found the wizard. With just the ears of corn to hear and the crows to watch; Then you might've thought twice, before leaving him.

"Stay, Y/N. Come on, admit it- " A smirk spreads across his stitches. "We make a good team, here."

"Oh, Scare, we do!... " Quickly, you right yourself against him and lift your arms to touch his face with your hands, again. And for a split moment, the Scarecrow thinks it worked. How moronic of him. He has the best brains in all of Oz; he should've known better. "... but I cant stay here. I need to go home! There are things I need to fix, there. Things I want, there... You understand don't you?"

When he doesn't respond for a few moments too long, just staring at you as if he were just an empty headed scarecrow, you tilt your head to the side and furrow your brows at him; concerned. "Scare?"

The wizard notices something in him that you don't, and Scarecrow hates him even more for it in that moment, as he leans back out of the balloon and grips your wrist. Urging you to get into the basket. "Come on now, child, I'm cutting the rope."

"Oh- " You let go of Scarecrow so easily, something finally snaps inside him as he watches you turn and reach for the wizards hand again. "I'm coming- "

"Of course your friend understands why you have to go." You're almost inside the basket when the old wizard adds that little comment.

If he hadn't, you might've indeed gotten away. But through painted canvas ears, that simple phrase sounded too much like bait.

"... the HELL, I do."

Screw doing the good thing anymore. The smartest man in the world can have everything he wants- and so he will.

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DMD!Scarecrow (+ Glinda The Good Witch) x Seductress!Fae!Reader || Drabble

Plot: Glinda has you, her favourite spy, attempt to gather intel on the Scarecrow (her other Favourite)... but as it turns out, she doesn't particularly like how well her favourite pets play together. But they endeavour to show her- she doesn't own them.

Warnings: Sexual and dark themes. References to monster fucking (Scarecrow). Unedited.

You left the Scarecrow for last of Dorothy's old friends, per Glinda's request. She said he was crafty, and she suggested you make sure you're truly ready before speaking to him. That all your pretty little thoughts are in order and your pretty little head is straight. After all, even she found him frustrating at times, and it was no secret that she was actually fond of the monster the Scarecrow had become since Dorothy returned. He was a Favourite of Glinda's, in fact- just like you were.

So you assumed him to be tricky, but you didn't anticipate quite how tricky.

For example, you aren't quite sure... how you ended up in his lap.

Or why on earth, you were sitting there and allowing him to tell you about his work. You already knew all of this! Glinda knows about all of this! You want to know about the other stuff- the secret stuff he does when she's not looking at him. Thats what you were assigned to find out, to draw from him with your good looks and some choice words. But he spoke circles around you and made you dizzy, and when he took your hand in his and boldly guided you to take a seat on his lap you just did, stupidly. God, you were supposed to be good at this... you're beautiful, and enchanting, and charming. And you're smart enough to know how to use it. You skills had worked with the Lion and the Tin Man perfectly well after all, the Tin Man is in love with someone else! Why was the Scarecrow so different??

... hmph, you frown (Or pout) when he's not looking. Glinda will not be happy with you (With either of you- but especially you), if you fail... You have to turn this around.

And you know just how to do it. He thinks you're a dumb, silly girl?? You can use that.

"Scare?" You ask gently, melodically, finding a moment when he's not talking, and softly nudging his chin upwards with your pointer finger so he looks at you perched there oh-so-temptingly in his lap. His blue, painted-on eyes look bored for a moment, before the heated look in your eyes registers. Then a slow, wicked smirk spreads across his stitched-on lips. "I know all of this... " You whisper, a mischievous grin tugging at both corners of your pretty, glittery lips. "You know, I know all of this." Fingers gliding down his burlap shoulders to his chest, which is oddly warm, you give a sigh. "... lets just be honest with each other."

"Oh?" This captures his attention, as he straightens up and grins smugly down at you; intrigued. "How honest, little fae?"

"Fully. ... Glinda sent me." You admit to him, getting no responce- because he knew. Of course, he knew. Why wouldn't he? He's the smartest man in all of Oz. Before he can ask any questions, though, you quickly go on; covering your tracks again. "But its not what you think. Or- what you might think. She... she thinks we might get along. You and I. She thinks... "

The Scarecrow's eyes widen, as if his eyebrows that don't exist are shooting up in sincere surprise, and you resist the urge to smirk. Men are too easy. You just need to know... where to cut. And now you do.

"Glinda?? Playing match maker??" Scarecrow blinks, shocked and confused, and you give a dainty shrug.

"I don't blame you for being surprised, if your relationship with her is anything like mine is... " You make your eyes round and meaningful; If she kisses him the way she kisses you. Then sweetly pick a loose strand of hay off his shoulder. "Well. I think she's angling for a group thing... If you know what I mean. We're boring her separately, now, basically."

That snaps Scarecrow out of his baffled reverie, his eyes narrowing. "Boring her??" You can practically see the cogs turning in his saw-dust head; deeply offended and full of spite. How could anyone get tired of him?? He gets bored with everyone else. He is brilliant. As anger builds up in his lanky sack body, his gloved hands tighten on you. "... turn around." He finally mutters, frustration thick in his scratchy voice.

Carefully you turn your body around, wrapping your legs around him and manoeuvring your dress so it doesn't get tangled up. In your head, you hear a sugary yet annoyed voice whisper 'darling... what are you doing??'.

"Did you hear that, too?" Scarecrow asks, and you nod; heat in your eyes that mirrors the burn in his voice. "Good." Then he pulls you by your thighs in closer against his lap, so you're sat spread-out directly atop his bulge. Honestly, you're quite surprised. What's down there!??- "Maybe we're bored of her first, hm?"

... a slow smile spreads across your face at him. He's walking right into your trap; just like you thought. The only problem is that Glinda doesn't sound too happy about it, which is odd.

'... don't sleep with him, Y/N.' She sounds threatening, like she's warning you.

'I'm just looking out for you~... '

'... Hay, everywhere. And I mean everywhere. You don't want that, dear.'

"She seems quite damn insistent that we don't do this, doesn't she?" The Scarecrow says, ripping you from your thoughts and your worries; telling you that she's telling him off, too. He's getting the same thinly veiled, angry messages. His eyes now slip over you and a vulgar smirk spreads across his face- he's not just interested in you out of spite. He wants you. "I think she's being selfish, don't you?"

'This is not what I asked you to do, Y/N. Listen to me- '

"Yes." You whisper, slicing through her presence in your mind and gently dragging your arms over his shoulders; locking them around his neck; drawing your face in so near to his that you smell canvas hay and canvas. Your core is throbbing on top of him, hearing him talk.

Because- to be quite honest, you've grown frustrated by Glinda controlling your whole life. Keeping you for herself while she fucks anyone she wants, does whatever she pleases,.. and it looks like Scarecrow feels similarly; Tired of being manipulated by this glittery witch.

And this.

This seems like the perfect way to get back at her.

Screw your orders, tonight.

When your lips press experimentally against his very rough ones made of paint and embroidery, you feel a terrible flash of anger from Her, but she says nothing else. Before you can pull back again, the Scarecrow kisses you back; parting his lips, and forcing yours open too, and shoving an odd felt tongue into your mouth. Its not entirely pleasant, but not entirely unpleasant. The tongue is warm.

A choked, pleased sound slips out of you when the Scarecrow's gloved hand slips under your dressed and slips against your core, and he pulls away smirking at that pretty noise you made. "Oh... that Bitch has been selfish, indeed."

Wrapping your legs more securely around him and the back of the chair, you cosy yourself up against him. Chest to chest. "Lets teach her a lesson."

"I'm going to make you scream, Y/N. And I hope she hears it."

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Bear with me here.

Imagine being at the Emerald Palace to deliver handmade dresses for Queen Dorothy from your village, and just as you're about to leave - having recieved your payment from the Tin Woodman, - it starts snowing outside.

He sees it too, and frowns- but doesn't say anything. He's past caring for others, besides Dorothy, these days.

But then, by coincidence or because he wanted to catch his weekly glimpse of you, Scarecrow walks by. And he sees the snow, too. It's dreadful. He also sees that his old bleeding heart of a friend Tin sees it. ... and he figures, he could use this.

That old tin heart isn't so buried. It'll come out- it just needs... help. Nudging.

When Scare approaches the two and suggests, jovially, like he has a kind straw in his silly weak body, that 'they' (Supposedly him and Tin- making Tin wholly suspicious now, because there hasn't been an 'us' or a 'we' regarding the two of them since his poor chancellor) couldn't possibly let 'their' 'favourite' dressmaker go missing in a snow storm and that 'they' (that's 3 times), could surely find a place for her to stay the night- the Tin Woodman stands there watching his old comrad touching Y/N (Putting his gloved hands on her lower waist, her arm, her shoulders)... and slowly gets it.

Ah.

Secretly the Tin Woodman has nurtured a small... desire, for Y/N himself. Don't get him wrong!! He loves Dorothy with his entire heart. But Y/N... his thoughts go to her in the middle of the night in his cupboard all alone when he can't sleep.

So, against his better judgement, he goes along with the Scarecrows crafty manipulations. Besides, he really should let her out in this messy weather anyway. This is the right thing to do.

And Scare's- well- not exactly elated when the Tin Woodman starts agreeing with him and convincing Y/N oh so politely, like a good trustworthy royal general, because he knew that that's what would happen- but he is pleased. And smug.

Together they convince Y/N to stay the night, working together so well just like they used to, even if they do argue for a biting moment about what room she should stay in. (The one closer to Tin's sleeping quarters or Scare's laboratory).

As for what happens in the night... well, for one reason or another, that stays in the darkness where it belongs.

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Dorothy Must Die!Scarecrow x Unwell!Reader || Drabble

Plot: When you're sick and weakened you accidentally admit (blurt out) some things to the Scarecrow that make him suddenly very very interested in you.

Warnings: Dark themes.

You felt terrible.

Sick as a dog, with your nose red and stuffed, and your head full of fog, and your mouth dry as the desert. But you had to work- calling in sick wasn't an option when the Scarecrow called.

The moment that you stepped into his dank, untidy, death-riddled chambers though you hear an irritated 'ugh' sound from wherever he was. What?? What was that???

"You're sick. Marvellous." The Scarecrow sounds like he's been deeply inconvenienced, and when you finally find his whereabouts - stood next a bookshelf almost out of the sight, almost dissapeared into the parts of his rooms not touched by light, - you see there's a frustrated frown on his stitched lips. "That just great."

Sniffling, you raise your chin up high. "I can still get you whatever you need, sir."

"Well, I know that." He sighs, pulling a book out of the shelf and opening it up; reading while taking and wandering towards his desk. "It looks like you've only got a commen cold, but that doesn't mean I want you around here coughing and sneezing and possibly contaminating a subject with your... germs."

"I- I-... I'm washing my hands, regularly." You insist; wanting more then anything to be helpful. Both because that's just your nature, but also because if thr Scarecrow is annoyed with you-- the next thing you become is not-quite-human. He experiments on you when you lose your use; turns you into one of the Tin Man's horrifying half man half machine soldier monsters. "And I'll be careful!"

Huffing, the Scarecrow puts his book on the desl and looks up from it; thinking haplessly. "Yes, yes, I'm sure you'll try... Maybe I should call on Astrid." He thinks outloud to himself, causing your heart to seaze.

"No!" The word flies out of you before you can stop it, getting a confused look from him when he looks over his shoulder at you.

"... no?"

"N- no," You repeat. Something about that suggestion he made of replacing you definitely struck a chord. Maybe you shouldn't have been so forward about it, but you're sick, and exhausted from just being on your feet, and the last thing you want is for him to choose another girl. You're scared of him, but working with him here on his gruesome science has been... almost wonderful, to you. It's given you something more in your life then just cleaning the palave, and tending to Dorothy's odd request when her handmaid isnt present. Like you were apart if something more. And, a horrible part of you like that.

"... " For a few moments he just looks at you, thinking. And you feel scrutinised, and increasingly more tired by the second, so after too-long tears start to form horrifyingly in your eyes before you can stop it. He must notice it, but he doesn't move at all.

"I- I- I- I just want to help, Mr Scarecrow." You sniffle, searching your dress for a tissue. "I- I- I believe in your research, and- " When you finally find a tissue you blow your nose making a loud, gross, snotty sound. "It's fas- fasinating. And I would ki- kick myself if I couldn't... couldn't help you."

His dark button eyes are trained on your big tear-filled ones for a few more minutes, but its like he's looking at you differently all of a sudden. Almost... there's almost a small pinprick of respect in his soulless, calculating gaze.

"... I didn't realise you had such a desire to learn, Y/N." He says finally, turning fully and leaning back on his desk; his lanky straw-and-canvas form making everything around him look almost humerously miniature. "Of course, you're barely at the start of your journey in intelligence, you're still pretty, well, dumb... but I know what it's like to crave it."

"Mhm," You nod ernestly, blowing your nose again and feeling your teats dry up; feeling different all of a sudden. He's showing interest in you! Why does that make you feel so good?? "Its- I- "

When you try to talk but you can only cough and cough and cough, thr Scarecrow sighs; pushing himself off his desk. "You can barely speak right now. Come on." Catching your breath carefully, hand held carefully over your mouth, you follow the Scarecrow deeper into his chambers without a second thought. You've been all over these rooms before, performing tasks for him, so it's nothing new. What is new though, is when he leads you into his bedroom and points to his untidy bed; covered in old books, crows feathers, and wrinkled old blankets. "Lay down."

Alarm bells immediately ring in your head. You're surprised, and nervous, at this. Laying down anywhere near the Scarecrow, even sitting, felt dangerous. Eyes wide, you just turn and look at him. "... wh- why?- "

"I can't pick your brain... metaphorically, of course," A creepy grin spreads lazily across his face at that. Luckily though he quickly shakes it off again, returning to that unimpressed look he always wears. "- if you're unwell, can I? So go to sleep. I'll have another servant bring you water and soup, later."

"But- my duties- "

"Forget them. Someone else can fluff pillows and polish Dorothy's shoes, today," He makes you job sound so trivial, with a cruel amused tone in his voice. You suppose it is, you think sadly; thats why you've fallen for all of this. "I need you well, and my needs are of slightly more importance don't you think?"

Slowly you nod your head, and obediently crawl onto his bed while being careful not disrupt any of his books. When he notices that, the Scarecrow sighs heavily and starts gathering them up in his arms; making room for you. He has to get so close to you to get some of them, you hold your breath. "-there. Better?" He asks, annoyed.

"Mhm," You nod, slightly overwhelmed by everything that's happening as you slip your legs under the blankets. "Th- thank you."

"Oh, don't do that." The Scarecrow tells you, a tone of pure malice in his scratchy scarecrow-voice that sends dread curling around your heart. "As soon as you're better I'm going to work you to the bone. Use your little brain and take it as far as it's limited intelligence can go. You've caught my interest, pet, and that's not the smartest thing you could've done. Tut tut." He says that last bit in a careful, obnoxious way that makes you feel like a very dumb toddler. "But alas- you've done it now, haven't you?"

... yes, you have, you resign yourself, laying down carefully onto the pillow and letting out a gentle sigh; that feels so nice on your poor, achy head. Your eyes flutter closed.

"Feel better soon." The Scarecrow leaves his pile of bed-books on the side table and goes to leave- but stops at the door. He turns back, tilting his canvas head to the side and looking at you so peaceful there in his bed. Innocent, and fasinating, and... sweet. Adorable.

The next words that come out of the scarecrow monsters stitched up mouth make your insides feel cold with dread (and your mind light up with something like excitement). "... I think I'm going to truly enjoy our time together, dear. You're not too terrible to look at, at either. Maybe you'll come in handy for a multitude of uses."

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Dorothy Must Die!Scarecrow x TinMan'sSecond-In-Command!Fem!Reader || Drabble

Plot: You're in love with the Tin Man, but he's in love with Dorothy. And the Scarecrow???... well... he's mean.

Warnings: Stitches, blood, unrequited love, Possessive behaviour.

This is a version of the The Wizard of Oz's Scarecrow from Danielle Paige's Dorothy Must Die series, in which he becomes a crafty, Frankensteinian mad scientist while the Tin Man is a love sick nightmare and the 'Cowardly' Lion is a blood thirsty monster. I definitely recommend checking it out if you like TWoOz (Including the book and the sequel movie).

Sitting on the Scarecrow's work bench with your wrist in his grasp, trying to ignore the sting that came from stitches (if anyone in Oz new how to sew, it was him), you felt just... the most miserable you've ever felt. Completely hurt. And grim.

"... he's never going to love me back, is he?" You ask rhetorically, for you already know the answer.

The Scarecrow, sitting in a wooden chair focused on your cut forearm (An accident the Tin Man left behind, reacting startled when you attempted to help him up off the ground where Queen Dorothy shoved him. She'd said whoops, but only he believed she didn't actually mean to do it. He was going for her delicate hand, after all), 'tuts'. "No, he he isn't."

You sigh. "I didn't really need an answer."

"Mhm, I know."

Here you look down and settle the glorified canvas bag with a frustrated, annoyed, cross look for his complete lack of empathy, and he just shrugs. Soulless button eyes as black as coal and blank as oblivion looking back at you. "Sorry. Was that rude?"

... he knows perfectly well that he's rude, so you just look away again; showing him a cold shoulder.

All the brains in the world wouldn't get him back what he's lost- his heart. It seemed they all lost something that one of the others coveted when they went to see that wizard. He gained the brain he so desired but he used to be kind, you hear. And now he's not. Contrary-wise, the Tin man got his heart but he seems... to have lost all courage. He's a punching bag for his love. And the Lion?? You hear he's courageous and formidable but is he smart enough to use that for good? You assume the answer to that is a no, considering the state of things here in Oz...

Below you the Scarecrow sighs, and flicks your hand onto your lap; finished. "I hope that's the last slice I stitch up for you this week. Learn to stop reaching for that tin for brains love struck puppy, Y/N. Lose enough blood from those knives he has for fingers these days, and you won't be so easy to fix." As he talks he gets up and shows his back to you, heading to flip through some of his current research (whatever horrible frankensteinian mockery of science his head has been full of recently. You shudder to think what it could be. You noticed syringes lying about... and you'd rather not ask.). Only talking to you absent-mindedly.

... he, of all Oz's people, knows its not that easy. You're in love with the Tin Man, and you'll never stop trying to help him. Ideally you'd make him see that Dorothy just hurts him... but you had to stop, that. It just broke your heart, watching him be so blind. So instead you'll help him up when he falls, you'll carry a can of heavy oil that hurts your hands all day just in case he needs it, you'll repeat his orders to his armies until tour voice goes hoarse-- and as his second in command, you have plenty of oppertunity to do all of this, hence why you're here being attended to by the Scarecrow so often. You don't have a choice in any of it though; you're in love. You suffer through it all, for love.

Even if that love is just a heavy ache in your chest that gets worse whenever you see him with her. You hate her so much; Dorothy. She ruined this land, and she ruined Tin.

And you hate that the Scarecrow always acts like you can just turn all this off. Like you're doing this to yourself on purpose. (Why would you do that??)

Instead of having that fight with him (again) though, you huff and hop off the bench. "Thank you for the stitches- I'm going back to work."

"Mhm, yeah, have fun with that."

With an eye roll, holding your wrist and rolling a thumb over the tight and precise, surgical stitches, you turn to leave the dank rooms that Scarecrow calls his. They're less like bed chambers and more like a basement laboratory, and you rather to spend as little time as possible here.

But before you can get too far, you're surprised to be grabbed by rough feeling gloves and drawn backwards. "Gah!- "

The Scarecrows fingers dig into an older wound, from earlier in the week, but he doesn't seem to care. "Wait a minute."

Didn't he turn away from you?? "No, I'm busy. I have work to do." You snap stubbornly, trying to slip your arm away from him but the Scarecrow is misleadingly strong.

"Don't care. Anyway- " He's tall, though not as tall as the Tin Man and certainly not as tall as he was strung up in the corn fields, but you still have to bend your neck back to see his disconcerting, still face. "Let me give you some advice- after all, I am the smartest being in all of Oz." He's serious, but there's always a twinge of smug pride when he works that into a conversation.

Sighing, you stop fighting him and stand still. Your blood is seeping out from the stitches he sewed into your skin earlier in the week and into his own 'skin', the fabric keeping his stuffings on the inside, but you just Stop. And listen. The sooner he gets done talking, gets finished making whatever point he was set on, the sooner that you can go clean yourself up. "... what?"

"Forget old Tin."

Immediately your jaw drops. "What are you talking about???"

"It's never going to happen with that old watering can. It's illogical for you to harbour feelings for him."

"I know it's not logical, but- "

The Scarecrow is uninterested in your 'but' evidently, because he cuts you off pointedly and goes on. "You need to set your sights on someone more attainable for you." He speaks carefully ans sternly, as if speaking to a very dumb child. "Y/N, you're a very... appealing, young lady. I have the utmost faith that you can find someone willing to have you."

... you do not like the sound of the Scarecrow complimenting you. He sounds sinister; you feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up. "-Um, yes, well-- I'll keep that in mind. Thank you- "

He sighs, and you get the feeling by the irritated tone in his voice that if he could- he'd roll his eyes at you. "You're dimmer then a box of broken bulbs." At that you open your mouth immediately in outrage to curse at him- but he raises a cloth finger and silences you before you've even said anything nasty. "What I'm saying, is- maybe you should be setting your sights on someone who sees you. Sees you, and recognises the wonderful fascinating creature that you are. The Woodman, charming as he may be," Something in Scare's tone suggests that he himself doesn't see it, that he rather thinks that Tin is a ridiculous fool, but he's acknowledging Tin's charms for your sake anyway. "... doesn't notice. Will never, notice."

-and there's the Scarecrow's blunt honesty again that you dont particularly like. Your heart plummets, though you know its only the truth."... that sounds good and simple, Scarecrow, but... " Finally, you slip your arm away from him. "I don't know anyone who thinks that of me." You shrug, then walk off again.

...

...

...

Just as you're reaching for the door, you're grabbed and thrust against the nearest smoke damaged wall. The Scarecrow's canvas, stitched face rears in close to yours- the yellow straw hair that sticks out from under his hat almost scratching your forehead. He sighs deeply, feigning a controlled exterior when you can feel how frustrated and angry he is in how tight he has you pinned to the wall. "... me, Y/N. I'm talking about me.

"... Now listen. You're going to forget about dumb old Woody, and focus on me for a change. Do you comprehend that??"

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Thinkin about being taken hostage by tin soldiers for the Scarecrow, as you're Mombi's loyal assistant- her most trusted confidente-- but he figures out something more, too (Damn him.) ... "You two have been more than trusted comrades for some time now, haven't you little witch?" And he can use that. (And also, the old bi- witch, has good taste)

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Dorothy Must Die!Lion x Scarecrow'sFemAssistant!Reader || Drabble

Plot: What it's like catching the fearsome Lion's attention, becoming his favourite, but also falling under the protection of his good friend.

Warnings: Threatening confession.

*picture there so y'all can see HOW HUGE THIS FUCKEN LION IS- and I assume this picture is from BEFORE he grew big and terrifying.

"And this... "Your boss, Scarecrow, sounds bored as he waives a gloved and straw-filled hand the animal's way, after introducing the Tin Man. "this is my old friend Lion, of course."

Obviously you knew who both of these men (Creatures??) were; you've been appointed the Scarecrow's research assistant for good reason afterall. You knew everything you could learn, and that certainly involved Oz history- in which your new boss, the Tin Man, and the Cowardly (Or not-so-cowardly, any longer) Lion were main figures.

But you let the Scarecrow tell you anyway. Because you're smart, and you know- a man like that? Needs the validation of sharing information others may not be aware of. And you would rather not get on the viscious scientists bad side boss or not.

You give both the Tin Man and the Lion a solemn, respectful nod. "Illuminating to make your acquaintances. I've heard all about your bravery in killing the Wicked Witch of the West by Queen Dorothy's side."

The Tin Man nods respectfully and sensibly back, and he's about to say something as his old metal mouth squeaks open- but the Lion, who's the same height as his two friends on all-fours, cuts in; approaching you and flashing a huge toothy smile down. "Oh, Scare old friend! Where have you been hiding this one?" The Tin Man promptly closes his mouth, a note or irritation in his metal squeal this time, you think. "She's pretty! You're pretty, young lady."

-immediately you go bug-eyed. What?? WHAT?? You're used to the Scarecrow's sensible, monotonous, borderline rude ways; this straight forward compliment is completely foreign to you. Though, you're sure you shouldn't be surprised by his boldness. The Lion is an animal, and animals don't play with subtlty, or pretending. And he is known for his courage these days, you suppose.

"U- um, I- "

"And she smells delicious."

"Wh- "

The Scarecrow cuts you off, with a sigh. "Leave her be, Lion. You're flustering her and I have no use for an emotional research assistant."

"I'm flustering her?" The Lion asks, looking at you with a stern, puzzled look on his face. With a roll of his giant muscled shoulders, he backs up a step. "My apologies."

"No- I- that's okay." You manage, then take a deep breath. "I... take no offence."

Another broad, leonine grin spreads across the big cats maw again. "Oh." Is there a wild, roguish lilt to his grin? Almost a smirk? "Good." He tells you bluntly in that deep voice sounding something like a roar, tail swishing behind him.

~

A few days later, it's the first time you've been allowed a break from thr Scarecrow's dark room's and the smell of death that fills them other then for meals. The Scarecrow wanted to be left alone, so he sent you to do some reading on cerebrospila fluids, and you chose to do so out in the courtyards. In the bright sun, surrounded by the emerald palaces beautiful gardens.

The Lion seemed to have had the same idea, covering a good portion of cobblestones with his large body sprawled lazily out under the warm ray's; dozing. And you keep sneaking glances at him like some silly girl- allowing your mind to skew from your duties and half admire the monster's muscles as well as half wonder to yourself what he meant by saying that you smell 'delicious'.

Does he want to eat you?? You've heard about his enormous, insatiable hunger, as well as how he enjoys his meals to be alive when he eats them. That doesn't sound particularly good, to you.

But... he also called you pretty. And that's throwing you off.

Before too long, you've only been sitting outside for no longer than 10 minutes, the Lion's deep echoing voice fills your eyes like molasses.

A crackly purr like growling sound escapes from deep in his chest as he stretches a little, muscles rippling under his skin, and his eyes gaze over at you half-lidded. "Nice day, isn't it?"

"Very nice."

"Come over here, pretty assistant."

You don't have a choice, it's the Lion (The King of the Beasts), and besides if you did try to run he could pounce and catch you in no time at all- so you do the smart thing, and close your book and wander over. When the enormous beast just looks at you, his maw pulling wider in a lazy grin, before nodding with his giant head to a spot next to him, you carefully sit down on the cobblestones with him.

After a moment of the Lion just looking at you, either like you're a prime steak or a masterpiece (maybe both), you take a deep breath. "Are you going to eat me??"

"... I want to. I like you quite a bit; you're pretty. If I could I would keep you and nibble off you for as long as I could- days, weeks, months, even years if you were strong enough. And the Scarecrow would just keep replacing your limbs one by one. You could be my favourite." He allows, looking pleased and impressed by your bravery, a roguish and wild lilt to his gorey, sharp smirk. "... but you're my dear old friend's help, and I wouldn't like to put him on the spot like that."

"... oh."

"Scared, little kitten?"

"I- "

"You shouldn't be." He sighs, adjusting his massive paws in front of him and making himself more comfortable. "Trust me, I spent far too long being a coward and fortune favours the brave. I'm King of the Beasts, now."

... "You have a point." You nod, speaking quietly.

"I do."

"Well... I- I should go." You curse yourself for stuttering, for you're still scared, but the Lion looks reproachfully at you. "The Scarecrow will be expecting me- "

Before you can even move, the Lion leans over and drops his heavy head on your lap with a thud; his snout nuzzling into your hip bone. He gives a content yawn, sounding more like a gentle roar thick with sleepiness. "Not yet... "

That makes your eyes widen wide open and heat fill up your chest, and your neck, and your cheeks. "But- I thought- I thought you didn't wish inconvenience the Scarecrow??"

"He can wait for a little while, pretty Y/N. I need you, now."

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Dorothy Must Die!Tin Woodman x Fem!Lion'sWarrior!Reader || Drabble

Plot: The Lion 'lends' you to the Tin Woodman for a day after his own second-in-command is forced to go to the Scarecrow for repairs. And you're perceptive, and you're blunt. And you try to tell the Woodman a couple things that he... just doesn't want to hear.

You also may be developing a fondness for him.

Warnings: N/A.

Tagging: @marinerainbow. You havent specifically said to tag you in Tin Woodman stuff but... I assumed... 😅😅😅 I hope that was okay!! XD ^^

The Tin Woodman didn't require a lot of help throughout the day, so you aren't completely sure why your King needed you to accompany him when his actual number 2 was hurt earlier in the day. He makes all orders himself; all he needs from you is to hold his oil can in case of accidents with water (Or crying, the Lion told you. He's an awful cryer. But you haven't seen any sign of the Tin Woodman crying. You couldn't even imagine that. He's so... emotionless).

Though, you do wonder if the man is lonely, and thats why he requires a companion all day... you see the way he looks at Queen Dorothy. You both went into the throne room earlier while Dorothy was 'speaking to' (Sentencing) a poor munchkin woman, and you saw it clear as day; the longing in his metal eyes when she talked. And even more then that, you felt the air shift back to monotonous as soon as he left the room with her in it, again. You hadn't even realised it had lightened in the first place when she was near, but you couldn't miss it now. He was brighter with her, happier. But... it was in a sad sort of way. Because, clearly, she did not know.

In the forest everyone's quite honest with each other. Animals don't pretend to feel a way about each other that they don't- and, having been raised in the forest by tigers, you were just the same. You don't understand why the Tin Woodman wouldn't just... tell her he's in love with her. Lay it all out on the table. Its clearly eating at him, and even if she tells him she's not interested then at least he can begin to move on... find a more suitable mate...

For, at least in your opinion, the Tin Woodman was quite an... agreeable gentleman. Tall, strong, sensible. A little bit too uptight for your tastes, but... you're sure plenty a lovely lady would be happy to be his mate; be that a munchkin, human, beast, metal creature or any other walk of life he may be interested in.

Over lunch, you tell him as such.

~

"What???" The Woodman seemed startled, hearing you say such things so boldly; a confused look on your face at his fluster. "You- what??"

He didn't have to eat, but he acknowledged that you did - as an organic creature,- , so he had stood by the table you were eating your porridge at quite patiently, and calmly... though now his shoulders were hiked up and his eyes were open wide. "I think you're a very handsome tin-man, and quite a gentleman. You should just tell Dorothy how you feel."

"... this is inappropriate. You shouldn't be so forward with me, you know." He tries to act un-bothered by your words, but you just wait a few moments- and he cracks, turning to you fully. "-and how do you know of my feelings or her majesty Dorothy?? Did Lion tell you???"

"No, my King told my nothing. I saw it myself." You admit bluntly, scooping a mouthful of porridge into your gob.

"What do you mean you saw it???" His voice goes slightly higher in horror and mortification, and a little grin spreads across your face despite how you probably shouldn't laugh at him right now. Or at all.

So he's not so completely serious, then. Thats... endearing.

"You're not very good at hiding it."

"Whats- what's with the smiling?? Why are you sm- " Suddenly he remembers himself, and straightens his posture once again. "Never mind. You cant understand the depths of my feelings for the Queen, or hers for me. You're just a merry Ozian." At that, you cringe. He believes she has feelings for him?? Oof, thats... rough... So rough, in fact, that you let that belittling statement of his slide. There was absolutely no love in that girl's eyes. "Or, furthermore, how difficult it would be for us to manage a relationship in this political climate. After all, I am her general."

"Right... " You nod, forcing an agreement and turning your focus fully to your bowl of sloppy porridge. He's more deluded than you thought, so maybe you should just let him go. Breaking a crazy person out of their delusions can be dangerous!

But he hears the disbelieving tone in your voice, and swivels his head around to you again. He cant help himself. "What was that?"

"Absolute nothing, sir, I'm just going to finish my lunch and we can go about your business once again."

"Mmm... " He grumbles to himself, but gives a nod. "Maybe you should."

You manage a few large mouthfuls, almost finishing, before the poor Tin Man cant handle it and actually moves to sit down opposite you; setting you with a stern look and folding his formidable hands carefully on the table before him. Considering his height, you still had to crane your neck to look at him, but you appreciate the gesture he's made, all the same. "I order you to speak. Why did you sound so sarcastic?"

"I didn't- "

"I thought your people didn't lie."

... hmph. "Fine. You're right, and I hated it." After giving it a moments thought, you decide to be frank with him. "I just... don't think the Queen, as deeply as she may care for you which I'm sure she does, thinks... That, of you. You are her old friend, and thats all. And I don't think you should be disappointed, either, sir, because as far as love goes- thats plenty."

The Tin Woodman continues to look sternly at you, so deeply and stonily that you might think that he were made of rock and not tin at all, in fact... and he's so quiet as he thinks that you swear you hear his heart tick-tock-ticking inside his chest... until, finally, the man takes in a deep whistling breath through his pins-and-needles mouth, that you aren't quite sure he actually needs (Being made of tin, and all), and lifts his laser focused eyes off of you. Its a small relief, and you take your own breath as you relax.

"... And how do you suppose to prove these assumptions?"

That gives you pause. Makes you hesitate. Prove??? You're not in a court right now, you're just talking. "I- well-... I guess I cant." Giving a shrug, you put down your spoon; Officially finished with your lunch; Put off it by the Tin Man's way of thinking, which is rather too Official, for your tastes. Too human and pompous, especially for a man made entirely out of tin. Then you add, with certainty and conviction: "I saw it in her eyes."

-immediately the Tin Woodman starts to shake, and you're worried about him, until you realise that he's chuckling. This man is c h u c k l i n g- at you. Baffled, you watch him with frustration, barely noticing the munchkin servants around you flash you both boggled and horrified glances; having never seen the Tin Man laugh. "Oh... " He sighs, using the blunt edge of one of his terrible fingers to scrape a loose tear away from the corner of his eye before it can get into any joints. "Good, because I was quite afraid for a moment, there."

Your jaw drops. "Excuse m- "

"Miss." The Woodman cuts you off, and you immediately - obediently, - shut your mouth. All humour had disappeared from the metal man's visage as quickly as it had appeared, and once again he was as serious as could be. "I suggest you finish your meal, and build up your strength. We have a long day to go, yet, and- "

"I know what I'm talking about, Mr. Dorothy does not love you." You insist, eyes wide and earnest to which he just nods, humming. "She doesn't."

"Mhm." His stubbornness is just as tough as his skin!!

"Mr Woodman- "

"I suppose you're finished." He cuts you off again, picking up your bowl and setting it on the platter that a nearby munchkin is waiting with after getting up from the table. "Off we go." As swiftly as the bulky tin can is able, he turns on his heels and marches off down a hallway; and you have no choice but to follow after him despite your irritation. About halfway down the hall though, he suddenly stops and swivels around again (His upper body turning and leaving his legs facing the way he was going, before bending down at the waist in order to meet your eye), making you stop very suddenly as well as to not run right into him and hurt yourself. "Out of curiosity, if Dorothy and I weren't meant to be, which we are, who in your All Knowing opinion, would I possibly give all this love over to? I asked for a heart from the wizard all those seasons ago for a reason-- it wouldn't do, to let it all go to waste, now would it?"

... at this, you're speechless. Well, anyone, right?? Anyone who wanted it in return. Your lips part, but no words come out at first. What an odd question.

"... suddenly speechless? Nothing to say now all of a sudden, little Ozian?" He asks, and if you didn't know any better- teased. With his head lowered and rearing down so close to yours so the smell of oil fills your head and make you a little bit dizzy, and the playful and challenging tone in his voice, he's Almost... almost... "Colour me shocked." He's... almost...

"Well I'm sure I don't know, specifically." You say, straightening up. "Anyone, I suppose."

His eyebrows shoot up. "Anyone?"

"Yes." ... almost... something... to you...

... slowly a nearly-unseemly smirk spreads across the well-shined underbite of sharp and pointy nightmares he calls a mouth and a flutter erupts in the pit of your belly. You're shocked, and can only stand there with your eyes wide on him and your lips parted. "... well I'll keep that in mind." Then in an instant, the smirk is gone and he turns his back on you again; replacing his Almost-ness with that regular sensible general-sona he wears for Dorothy. But the fluttering inside you doesn't go away with it, eyes on him. "Anyway, lets go. Much work to do for Dorothy!"

He marches off, and you follow him, wondering what on earth this feeling is and how to get rid of it and when you can go back to your King.