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Lock and Key: Part 1 of 2 (A Professor Pine Story)

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AN: Part 1of 2, older/ instructor/Jonathan Pine x student/agent/femme reader

CW: Minors DNI. Smut in the next part, my loves.

“Again,” said Pine, glaring down at you through the dark frame of his glasses.

You slammed down the lock and picks in frustration, then rubbed at your temples where a headache was creeping in. Your hands reeked of metal and WD40. You'd been at this, stuck in his office, all afternoon.

“It took 10 minutes, Pine! That's not half bad.”

“Professor Pine...and it's not half good either. Ten minutes is too long in field work.”

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered, as he simply stared you down.

Silences never felt awkward for him, never seemed to make him the least bit uncomfortable. He had a way of observing so closely and quietly that it was absolutely preternatural.

“Do you ever blink?”

That actually did make him laugh, a tiny puff of a thing under his breath, the slightest flex of a smile on his unbearably handsome face. He fidgeted with his glasses; one of his few tells. It communicated, without a word, that the stoic Jonathan Pine was deeply concerned.

The addition of lenses to his face was a recent, not to mention reluctant, one. He told himself that was the cause of his frustration, his unease; just that annoying little touch of plastic against his skin, a tiny chafe reminding him that he was older now. He told himself that's all it was, that it had nothing to do with you. He wasn't fooling himself.

Pine didn't think you'd notice, but you did.

You noticed a good deal more than he thought.

He moved toward the stopwatch again, then neatly and precisely placed the utensils back in front of you. His deft, practiced, fingers reset the lock in no time. He raise an eyebrow, his finger hovering over the button, silently asking if you're ready yet again.

You sighed and stretched your neck and back, rolling out a few sharp creaks and pops. You wiggled your fingers and took a deep breath. He tried not to notice the curve of your throat and collarbones as you moved, the way your deep breaths raised and lowered your soft chest in a mesmerizing rhythm.

“Can I at least talk to you this time? It might make it easier to get out of my head...find some kind of flow. I'm overthinking and I'm panicking...maybe...I don't know.”

He grimaced. Ideally, this should be silent. It would have to be on an assignment and he worried about that; about you.

That's why you were here, after all. Pine demanded your attendance in office hours because he was concerned for you...more than he ought to be, more than he had any right to be as your instructor. It had grown into much more than a professional interest.

It weighed on his conscience. In this line of work, he knew better than anyone how fatal attachments could be. You were a firecracker and he watched you in splendid wonder, even though you could burn him to the ground. His feelings for you were his deepest secret, and he kept it guarded like Fort Knox.

Jonathan combed a hand through his curls. They were growing quickly, getting unruly and it irked him. Pine wasn't used to wearing the styles and trappings of another man's life yet; he was a spy...the spy that took down Richard Roper, and now he was a man behind a desk, lecturing to future agents. It felt strange to be replaced in the field. He missed the adrenaline, the pumping blood, the danger...all things he was now beginning to associate with you.

Finally, after the deafening silence of his ruminations, he put his hands on his hips and huffed out a, “sure, okay. But just this once.”

He pushed the button and the clicking began; the regular, measured ticks of the watch versus the more firm and frenzied clicks of metal against metal as you finessed the pins.

“Gently!” he advised placing a hand on your shoulder. The sound of his crisp baritone and his proximity were doing nothing to help your focus. “I'm going to start calling you Attila the Hun!”

“What?”

“You work in a frenzy, you know? You're whip-smart but you're...reckless.”

click....click click

“Hrmm. Well, Director Burr seems to remember a time when you could be reckless too.”

He frowned and stopped his pacing. “She told you that?”

Click. Click. Tick tick tick.

“Hrrmm...not in so many words. I read between the lines. Do you like this new life? Are you less...reckless...*click* these days?”

Pine crossed his arm and resumed his slow journey to nowhere.“We're not here to talk about me, we're here to make you a competent field agent.”

You shrugged. “Well, that's going swimmingly, isn't it? *click click* I don't see why you're so obsessed with this analog stuff. I can bring a Fortune 500 company to its knees with a few keystrokes and you think this is something that I'll need to do?”

“Hacking can't help you if you're beaten and locked in a cellar.”

“Come on, that doesn't happen anymore.”

A needle-sharp, blue-eyed glare met yours.

“Does it? Did it happen to you?”

Tick. Tick. Tick.

“Time” he declared, ending the conversation, to his great relief and your frustration.

You gave a cocky little twitch of your head, meeting his appraisal with a smirk. You gestured to the lock.

“There. Open in five. Acceptable?”

He sat down next to you and brought it closer to his face.

“You've stripped it completely though. You might as well have used a bolt cutter.”

“So?”

“So, it's best not to leave evidence.”

“No one would notice that!,” you argued indignantly.

“I did.”

“You're....you're...an evolutionary anomaly.”

He chuckled, really chuckled this time, and it startled you. “What? I beg your pardon?”

“You're...different, Jonathan. You're too...everything...”

Your mentor sat, scooting closer. You could smell his aftershave. You could see that his pullover was not, in fact, black, but a subtle navy blue...fine and soft. Fine and soft as that vulnerable skin peaking out at the collar, the milky, pale, dip between his throat and his chest.

God, you wanted to touch him, wanted to run you tongue along that valley and devour him, feel his deep groans through the skin and sinew of his long neck as you'd kiss it...suck on it.

Your throat went dry and you cleared it to speak quietly, more uncertain than he'd ever heard you.

“You...you're perfect. You can't understand what it's like to struggle like this.”

“I assure you, I am very far from perfect...If you only knew.” He shook his head sadly, recalling some scar of a memory you couldn't discern.

You turned to face him, mere inches from each other.

“If I only knew what, Professor Pine?”

His Adam's apple bobbed with a swallow and he forced his breathing to slow. “That I am very...very...far from perfect. I'm only human. I make mistakes.”

Those lovely ocean eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips.

“And I think I may be about to make another one.”

@smolvenger and @muddyorbs and @gruftiela this is for you! I don't know who else might give a fuck, but feel free to share if you like it! Thank you for reading! Part 2 (the last one) coming soon. I promise not to leave you hanging too long.

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duty of care

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Summary: After Pine rescues you from a bloodthirsty mafia leader, he confesses his feelings for you while tending to your wounds.

Pairing: Jonathan Pine x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, exit stage left for your own good); fingering; implied unprotected p in v; intangible restraints (you'll see what i mean); 1 cuss word [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: coworkers/mission partners to lovers

A sharp stinging shot through you as you placed an alcohol-soaked cotton pad to the cuts you'd taken during your and Jonathan's escape from the estate of Vincente "The Heartbreaker" Ricci, the head of one of Italy's most dangerous and most notorious mafia families.

Well, he was. Until Jonathan broke down the door to the room you were being held in and shot Ricci clean between the eyes.

Now here you were, safely tucked away in an IEA safe house, cleaning up the mess that the deceased mafia leader left…well, everywhere. He'd gotten a few good strikes in before Jonathan found you. A taste of what was to come, he said, telling you that he was still waiting for his men to bring in your partner so that the real show could start.

That was probably what baffled you the most about why Ricci took you in the first place. He'd gotten his title of 'The Heartbreaker' for a very specific reason. His signature was that if one crossed him, he wouldn't simply exact his revenge on the offender, but also on the one that the offender loved most dearly.

Not the mission partner.

So why the change in protocol when torturing Pine for swiping information from his private office? Why tell you as he sliced a gash into your shoulder that he was going to enjoy watching Pine's face as he broke you joint by joint?

The sound of knocking on your door made you flinch, breaking you out of your thoughts. "Y/N?" A warmth washed over you at the sound of Jonathan's voice on the other side.

"It's open," you called out, hissing when you placed a towel soaked with hot water onto the slice on your shoulder. You looked up and did your best to manage a weak smile at him as he entered, feeling your heart ache at the pity you saw in his eyes when he saw your wounds.

He let out a broken sigh of your name as he made his way to you, taking the towel from your hand as he sank to his knees in front of you. "Let me." Your breath caught in your throat as he gently cleaned your wound, taking great care to not strain the skin as he closed the wound with a line of butterfly bandages. "I should have made him suffer for this," he murmured.

"Hey…what matters is he's gone." You placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to reassure him that he'd done a great service to the world ridding it of the criminal regardless of whether he suffered. "You saved so many lives from being destroyed. You--You literally made the world a bit safer killing him, that's the important thing."

"He hurt you," he bit out, his jaw clenching with every word. "I should have made him suffer for what he did to you."

Your heart caught in your throat as you struggled to process his words. "Jonathan, I'm fine. I'm alive," you choked out. "You saved me. It's okay. Everything's fine now." Your confusion over this whole situation grew as you heard his jagged breathing, his eyes trained on the shallow cuts throughout your bare legs that you'd already cleaned and dressed, fingers lightly tracing the skin around the wounds.

"I should have protected you better," he whispered, leaning his forehead against the side of your knee. "I should have known he would know to come after you--"

"Jonathan," you cut him off, moving your hand to his cheek. "Why did he come after me? I would've thought that he'd capture Jemima. That's why I sent the security detail for her and her son."

He wrapped his hand around your wrist, pressing his lips to your palm before looking up at you. "Isn't it obvious?" The air around you began to thin as he rose from his knees, leaning towards you to press another kiss to your exposed stomach. "You know how Ricci operated. You know his patterns." He moved to splay his hand at your back as he guided you to lay down on the bed. "You sent a security team Jed's way when you should have set it up for yourself."

The air left your lungs as you looked up at the English agent in a new light, the pity in his eyes revealing itself to be anguish. The overprotectiveness he often had for you throughout your missions together suddenly having clarity now that you could see the reason behind it. The panic and desperation in his voice when he yelled your name throughout Ricci's estate as he looked for you.

You could only let out a shaky whisper of his name as he pressed his lips to the base of your throat, your heart racing as part of you still refused to believe the words he was saying. "I know what we swore when we signed on to the agency, but I couldn't keep that promise. Our first mission together and I knew my vow was broken."

Early on in your time with the IEA, Angela Burr had pulled you aside and told you that while there were no clear cut guidelines on it, it was prudent to remain alone if you were to continue this line of work. That way there was nothing and no one to distract you from the mission at hand. Granted, she called herself a right hypocrite the second the words escaped her considering she had a husband and a child, but that was the precise reason she was imparting this advice, because every day she was terrified that someone could just take everything away from her.

And now you were here. Hearing about the same promise being broken on the same mission. Feeling his lips on your skin as he whispered his confession to you, "I love you. When I realized that he took you, I was willing to burn everyone and everything to the ground to get you back, I didn't give a fuck about the rules anymore, I just needed you back."

He pressed a lingering kiss above your heart before lifting his head to look at you, his eyes shining with unshed tears. The sight of him broke you, tore down the last of your defenses and had you uttering the words that you'd taken so much care to silence for years. "I love you, too."

The sight of his brilliant smile stretching across his face made your heart soar, a comforting warmth washing over you as he leaned down and finally pressed his lips to yours in a tender kiss, his fingertips skimming down your side, careful not to press too hard at the bruises that colored your torso where you were hit with a stainless steel bat.

You put your hand over his, placing the slightest bit of pressure and causing a mix of a dull ache along with the warmth of his touch, making you groan against his lips. "Darling, I don't want to hurt you."

"I want to feel something other than the pain." You strained as your lips sought his out when he pulled away from you. "Touch me, Jonathan. Please."

It was as if something in him finally gave way as he moved to press himself just the slightest bit harder against you, eliciting a strangled moan from your lips. "We'll go slow, okay?" You only nodded as his hand traveled down the side of your body, fingers wrapping around the back of your knee and squeezing gently, making you quickly part your legs. "If it gets to be too painful, at any point, just tell me and we'll stop." His fingertips ghosted over underwear, your breathing coming in ragged as you felt his touch above your folds, giving you the most delicious teasing torture as he rubbed against your clit in slow circles. "Promise me, Y/N."

"I promise," you gasped out, trying to arch into his touch and hissing as your entire body tensed and stung at the effort.

He pressed his lips to the skin below your ear as he let out a low chuckle, the sound quickly shooting through your whole body and intensifying your desire for him. "My poor darling girl," he rasped, continuing to press his lips to your skin. "Does it hurt when you move?" You could only whimper out your 'Yes'. "It looks like you'll simply have to take what I give you, my love."

Your hand gripped his shirt tight, bunching the fabric in your hands as he moved aside the fabric of your panties, running his fingers along the length of your slit, your arousal rapidly building as he did so. You hissed as you began to arch into his touch again once he started rubbing against your clit in tight circles, moaning desperately into his mouth as he captured your lips in a heated kiss.

"If you keep moving and hurting yourself I will stop," he murmured against your mouth, letting out a low chuckle when you whimpered in response and did your best to relax your body. "Much better, love." He dipped lower once more and proceeded to insert two fingers inside of you, both of you groaning into each others mouths as he scissored and stretched your walls.

It seemed like he was on a mission to have you a dripping, whimpering mess as he slanted his mouth over yours, his tongue gliding against your own in the same pace that his fingers had taken once they curled upward and began to stroke against that spot inside of you that had you using all the strength you had in you to not arch into his touch for fear of him stopping.

"My beautiful girl," he whispered as he pulled away from you, your mouth forming in an 'O' as all you could do was close your eyes and feel the pleasure washing over you as he kept on relentlessly stroking at that spot inside of you. "You're close, I can feel it. You're already gripping me so tight. Let go, Y/N." He pressed his lips to yours again, giving you a tender kiss that was a stark contrast to the merciless pace his fingers had taken on inside of you. "Come for me."

Your hands held his shirt and the bedsheet in a death grip as you felt your walls clenching and soaking his fingers, your high-pitched moans echoing around the room, giving the agents who were guarding the safe house all the confirmation they would need about what was going on in this room.

"We'll figure it out," he whispered in a reassuring tone as he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, as if he knew what was already running through your worried mind. "Tomorrow. We'll figure it out tomorrow. Tonight is just for us." Your eyes widened, feeling your arousal building up again as he moved to position himself over you, already having kicked off his trousers and pants while you were catching your breath.

"Hmmmph?" was the only intelligible sound that could come out of you as he slid your panties down your legs and hooked your knees around him, leaning down to press his lips to yours. You let out an obscene moan, muffled by his kiss, as you felt him lining the tip of his shaft at your entrance.

"Remember, my love. You move and hurt yourself, and I stop."

A/N: Aaaaand that's a wrap for Jonathan Pine for this collection! I have more stories for him coming though, from the requests I'm still scheduled to write and my own little thots swimming around in my head, so it'll most definitely not be the last time we see him.

There's no sequel planned for this, but I might have something in the works for a prequel where Jonathan saves her from Ricci.

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Lock and Key: Part 2 of 2 (A Professor Pine Story)

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AN: Part 2 of 2, older/ instructor/Jonathan Pine x student/agent/femme reader

CW: Minors DNI. Smutty smut smut. Time to get bothered, hoes!

Lock and Key, Part 2

“You...you're perfect. You can't understand what it's like to struggle like this.”

“I assure you, I am very far from perfect...If you only knew.”

He shook his head sadly, recalling some scar of a memory you couldn't discern. You turned to face him, mere inches from each other.

“If I only knew what, Professor Pine?”

His Adam's apple bobbed with a swallow and he forced his breathing to slow. “That I am very...very...far from perfect. I'm only human. I make mistakes.”

Those lovely ocean eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips.

“And I think I may be about to make another one.”

“Professor Pine...,” you said faintly.

He inched closer until, suddenly, you found yourself in a tiny, intimate space, hermetically sealed from the outside world. Time slowed, and where there had been the insistent ticking of a stopwatch, your beating hearts kept the tempo instead.

In that moment, that elongated moment, all you could feel or sense or breathe was Jonathan Pine and his beautiful, careful, attentive, silence. Nothing could touch you here, under his protection, in the shelter of him; the work, the pressure, the roles of teacher and student....nothing.

You could smell his subtle cologne with his skin so close; woody, fresh, and warm. His nose grazed yours ever so slightly, the heat of your mingled breath radiating in the charged air between you.

He whispered softly,“Just Jonathan...please.”

Please...

He was asking so cautiously, solicitously. His fingers moved to cradle your cheeks; holding your face in both hands as if you were made of porcelain.

Please, let me break open for you.

Please, forgive me for it.

Please, say my name.

Please, remind me who I really am, because every day I'm a little further off.

And finally, after all these years, he remembered.

He remembered as you said his name gently, like an incantation. He remembered as you closed the distance, lips meeting as the entire comforting weight of you pressed urgently against him.

His long arm circled your waist as your lips slotted together perfectly, as if made for each other. Mouths opened, unlocking and granting entrance; jaws that had been clenched so tightly releasing to pant each others names in mounting need. Your hand slid up his immaculately shaved jaw to cradle his head, so heavy with worry, with the burdens of exceptional morality. You ached to alleviate it, And he would let you....god, he would let you do anything, compromise any amount of his considerable moral fortitude, if only you'd stay in his arms.

You had no intention of being anywhere else, as he hoisted you easily onto his desk, sure hands gripping firmly into the pliant curve of your ass. As your eyes fluttered open once more, you watched his expression. Pine's eyes flickered with sparkling sapphire lust, but behind it such vulnerable uncertainty...such desperate need for you, telegraphed in nothing more than the inquisitive peak of an eyebrow. An unspoken question; Please, will you let me inside?

How had you never read it in his face before...that he wanted you so badly and for so long?

Your hand combed through his soft curls and gripped, coaxing a hungry growl from somewhere deep in his chest, and deeper in his soul. His head tilted with the guidance of your hand, exposing that beautifully sinewed throat for you to kiss. His glasses began to tip back, sliding off. You smirked and carefully removed them.

He smiled timidly, chuckling out a “thank you”.

“You're welcome,” you said, as you planted two gentle pecks to the little red marks the frames had left on the sides of his nose and began to rub his temples.

He hummed and you could feel his tightly-muscled body begin to relax under your touch. “Mmm...that's so nice. I was starting to get a headache.”

“I know. I was the cause of it.”

He smiled and rolled his eyes, then met yours again with a more serious expression, stroking a lock of hair away from your face.

“It's been a very long time since anyone's touched me with such tenderness.”

You shook your head, stating definitively, “that's an absolute travesty, professor. You should be touched like this every day of your life.”

You kissed him deeply, sweetly, sincerely.

“You're a good man, Jonathan Pine. The best.”

You gently unzipped his sweater, revealing more of his clavicle and sternum, then traced the newly-exposed skin with your lips and tongue. Your hands skated beneath the hem, fingers exploring the warm ridges and valleys of his musculature as you read him like braille; his firm belly, the ridges of his broad ribs, his hard chest and sturdy shoulders. Then, finally, the garment dropped to the floor and you drank in the splendor of his revealed body. He was a stunning tactile anatomy lesson, and you were dying to learn, to touch more and more.

He unbuttoned your blouse, every bit as nimbly as he locked and unlocked the training contraption. You couldn't help but notice that he had the most exquisite hands, and you weren't about to wait any longer to have them against your skin.

Finishing his work for him, you yanked the shirt off hastily and guided his palms over your shoulders, then to soft curve of your breasts, and lower to the succulent flesh of your belly as you begged, “Jonathan, please, touch me. I can't wait. I need you.”

His lips met your neck without a word as he guided you back against the lacquered surface of his desk, while his hand traveled lower still. The smooth chill of it prickled against your hot skin, but you couldn't care less. You would lay down on a bed of nails if it meant laying beneath Jonathan.

You let out a sharp little gasp as he parted your sensitive lips, gathering your wetness on his fingers and massaging it over your clit in circling presses.

He watched. He was an apt pupil of your pleasure, noting every hitch of your breath and arch of your back beneath his movements. He was gasping with you, panting in awe of you, spread out before him as he had fantasized when he could no longer resist the temptation. He could hardly believe this was real, that you were really here, opened up before him.

His cock ached, watching you writhe in ecstasy because of him. The engorged red tip dripped with insistent need. You slid your hand to where it strained against his clothing, hastily unlatching his belt and gaining access. You moaned at the sensation of his heavy length in your hand, while his came up to gently cup over your mouth.

“Shhhh. The door's locked, but we have to be quiet, darling,” he whispered into your ear, then kissed the soft skin beneath it, making you whimper softly into his palm.

You ran your tongue up his long, lovely fingers and begged, “I need you inside of me, Jonathan. I need you now. I can't wait any longer....please.”

He wasted no time freeing his cock, meeting your gaze as he stroked it a couple times, easing the delicious ache. He swung your legs over his shoulders, soothing you with gentle strokes and kisses to your calf as he rubbed his length between your soaked lips, then pressed inside.

It took all of your self-control not to scream his name as he stretched you slowly, the delectable fullness of the sensation setting you on fire.

Instead, you whispered in a desperate hiss, “Yesss...god...Jonathan. Yes. Move...please, move.”

He nodded, and pulled your hips sharply against himself. You slotted perfectly together, like a lock and key; utterly and entirely made to open for each other.

He began to move in the most perfect rhythm. The sight of him fucking faster and harder into you while your legs bounced against his his strong shoulders had you rapidly approaching your peak. You could see in the way his mouth dropped open and his eyes closed, savoring the sensation, that he was approaching the same.

He pulled you up, sliding your legs down so that he could hold you close against him while you reached the precipice.

He groaned, begging, “Please...god...please. Come for me, darling. I want to watch you fall apart.”

You climbed higher and higher as he watched. When you finally let go, you bit his shoulder to muffle the scream that would have surely come from you otherwise.

The sensation of your gripping cunt and the sting of your teeth only sent him hurtling faster towards his own release. He grunted into your ear, saying, “I'm...ahhh. I'm close. Where....where do you want me, darl...”

You held his face, met his eyes, and whimpered, “Inside...stay inside, please.”

That was all he need to hear as he buried himself to the hilt inside of you, spilling with hot trembling pulses. You could feel his whole frame shudder where you were pressed so firmly against him.

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Curled together in the afterglow, slumped against him, you could feel the undulations of his slowing breath and the lively beat of his heart. He cradled your head against his chest, stroking your cheek with his thumb. He kissed the top of your warm head, and breathed in the scent of your hair, committing every detail of you to memory.

He was desperate to remember as he thought sorrowfully...

What if this can never happen again? What if this was a mistake?

As if you could hear his thoughts, you met his eyes and assured him, “Jonathan, I don't regret this. Please, don't regret this either.”

He held you closer still, suddenly terrified that you would slip away from him, like everything and everyone else he had ever loved.

“How could I?”, he asked. “I could never regret this. I only regret that I've seriously compromised your training.”

“I...um...I think I'll tell Director Burr that I want to remain headquarters staff tomorrow. I don't think I want to be a field agent.”

Pine sighed heavily in relief, but said, “Please, don't do it on my account. You're actually quite promising. I just wanted the extra training with you to be sure you'd be prepared. I was so worried about you in the field, too worried. It was unprofessional of me....selfish...God...I'm so sorry. I should have...”

You cut him off with a finger to his lips. “Jonathan. I didn't want to be a field agent, anyway.”

“What?” He said, eyes wide in surprise.

“I...I didn't have my heart set on becoming a field agent. I didn't really want it. I did want to learn new skills, but mostly I wanted,” you averted your eyes, embarrassed, “I wanted more time with you.”

He tipped your chin up to look at him and smiled, “I'm flattered....and you got your wish. And I hope you'll spend a good deal more time with me now?”

“I'd like that...Professor Pine,” you said with a coy smile.

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Thanks for reading along, loves. I hope this little two-parter was everything you hoped for.

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paris

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Summary: After spending the last few hours pretending to be a loving couple while on a mission in Paris, Jonathan decides to lose himself in the fantasy of having you to himself.

Pairing: Jonathan Pine x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: 18+ | smutty (minors & pearl clutchers, know your place…it ain't here); 1 cuss word

Things to be aware of: coworkers/mission partners to lovers

The second you walked in to your hotel room, you kicked off the death trap excuse for 'shoes' you had on your feet, your toes and ankles practically screaming in relief that the infernal torture devices were finally away from them, slumping against the door and taking a few steadying breaths of your own before padding across the room with only your stockings to cover your feet and pouring  yourself a glass of rosé.

You'd spent the last three hours rubbing elbows and schmoozing with the self-proclaimed 'elite of society' in a gathering within the Parisian vacation home of one of Austria's most notorious drug cartel leaders who had began to encroach on the space left empty in the weapons trade with the capture of Richard Roper. Jonathan had reassumed his identity as the disarmingly seductive Andrew Birch, throwing his name into the hat to take over the seat that Roper left empty.

He had the contacts that would still be more than willing to conduct business with him if the cover ever had to go that far. Not to mention a cozy little nest egg of 300 million that everyone seemed to have forgotten about in the pandemonium of it all.

Meanwhile you were there to pretend to be his right hand and fiancee, infiltrate the Austrian's private study, and find the damning evidence that showed he was putting out feelers in order to establish himself in the arms trade as 'the new Roper'. All the while putting on a show that you and Birch were the very definition of insatiable.

Dancing together in the middle of the extravagant ballroom, your bodies pressed together so closely you were almost intimately familiar with each curve of his muscled physique. Never having a moment where no part of your body was touching the other's somehow, whether it be a hand to his chest to display the engagement ring that solidified your personas in a display of feigned possessiveness, or his arrantly large hand curving around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

And then there was the kissing, which you couldn't even bring yourself to think about without melting into a puddle of your own vulgar thoughts involving you and Pine and the bed in your hotel room.

"Keep dreaming, Y/L/N, you're not his type," you mumbled into your wine glass, pissed at yourself for lamenting over goddamn Jonathan Pine instead of just letting yourself enjoy the view of Paris at night, the Eiffel Tower lit up and washing over the city in a romantic glow.

The sound of your door opening suddenly had you ready to break the wine bottle to use as a makeshift weapon to defend yourself. "Stand down, Y/N, it's only me."

You could feel your body easing up from its defensive stance at the sound of Jonathan's voice. "Now how did you know I was arming myself already?"

"Because if you weren't I'd be immensely disappointed in you and might have to throw you back to training. Teach you a thing or two." You did your best to not let it show that his words had such a bestial effect on you, that you were currently doing your damnedest not to press your thighs together to relieve the way your pussy started clenching around nothing.

The ache between your legs intensified with each step you heard him taking in your direction, the sounds of him pouring himself a glass of wine a few mere feet behind you sending a thrill throughout your entire body.

"It's beautiful," he whispered as he walked up behind you, the combined warmth from the alcohol and the feel of his chest against your back making your mind run rampant with obscene thoughts of him carrying you back into the room and stripping you of the slinky satin number draped over your curves. Making you scream for him until the entire hotel -- hell, the entirety of Paris -- knew exactly who it was that brought you to such an insatiable state that you were reduced to incoherent screams of his name.

You fought against the twitching of your free hand to reach for his as he placed it on the balcony railing, so close to your own, opting instead for what you often tended to do in his presence when you weren't assuming any type of persona: you rambled.

"When I was a little girl all the way up until probably before the IEA I dreamed of traveling the world. When I was transferred to Angela's division sometime last year, I got to see most of it, but this place still lurked in the back of my mind. And before you assume it's about the fashion or the romance, no. I was after the food." And a little bit of the romance, you finished internally. "The view's good, too, I guess," you capped off cheekily.

As you turned your head to ask him what he was doing in your room in the first place, a startling realization dawned on you the moment your gazes met.

He wasn't looking at the view.

"Jonathan--"

Before you could say anything else, he silenced your words by leaning down and capturing your lips in a soft kiss, the taste of him paired with the wine creating a heady combination that threw you off balance. You were only faintly aware of him taking your glass from your hand and placing it down on the small table next to the bottle based on the sounds of your glasses clinking together.

"I had a peek into what it would be like to call you mine tonight," he murmured against your lips, his hands settling on the curves of your waist and pulling you towards him to press your back firmer against his chest. "Now I can't deny my feelings for you anymore. I can't keep telling myself to stay away because it would complicate our work or some other bullshit excuse."

You whimpered as he laid his lips on yours again, your knees buckling from his delicate licks at the parting of your lips, asking for entrance that you were more than happy to grant him, moaning and relaxing into his hold as your tongues met.

"Please," he whispered as he pulled away from you. "Tell me I'm not making a complete fool of myself here, telling you how I've dreamed of you. Of us. Finally together--"

"You're not." You spoke your words in a rush, placing your hands over his comparatively larger ones and threading your fingers in between his own. "I've…I've dreamt about you, too. Wanted you--"

He pressed his lips to yours again, the rest of your words fading on the tip of your tongue as he slipped his hands out of yours and began to roam your body. You let out a muffled moan when he'd touched the exposed skin of your thigh from your dress's high slit, his fingers starting to bunch up the fabric and slowly exposing more of your legs to the cold Paris air.

"What're you doing?" you breathed out, biting your lip as he kissed along your neck and shoulder, nipping and licking at the expansive amount of exposed skin thanks to your dress.

"In the morning we'll roam the city, like tourists. We'll sample the best food that Paris has to offer." Your giggles from his plan for the morning quickly turned into moans as  he proceeded to suck a bruise into the back of your neck. "Tonight will be spent working up our appetite."

When you turned your head to face him, he nipped at your shoulder again, tightening his hold on you.

"Eyes forward, darling. And put your hands on the railing." You let out a shaky moan as you followed his  soft-spoken command, your jaw going slack as his hands began to work your panties down your legs. "I want you to look back at your memories of this city, of that view in front of us, and remember this."

You felt him settle behind you again, wrapping an arm across your stomach. The sound of a zipper being undone and the shuffling of trousers and the soft clinking of a belt buckle piercing the low buzz of the city around you. Your grip around the railing tightened until you felt your skin stretched taut over your knuckles when you felt the tip of his length brushing along your folds, and then lining himself up at your entrance. "Jonathan--!"

Suddenly his lips were at your ear, his breath warming your skin in the cold night air. "Whenever you close your eyes and remember this view, I want you to remember every touch. Every kiss." He emphasized his words by pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the back of your shoulder, groaning against you as he flicked his tongue against your skin. "I want you to remember being worshipped by the man that loves you."

All words died at the tip of your tongue as he inched his way inside of you, the only coherent thought remaining in your mind being 'He loves me back'.

A/N: Welcome to the first Jonathan Pine story of the collection! Again…because deadlines…I had to fade to black this one. And I don't have plans for a part 2 as far as this story goes.

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[alicedopey]

Sending a snuggly sweater for the cooler season

Soft to the touch

A/N: So errr... I did a thing. It has haunted me since I got the ask. I hope you are proud of yourself, Roo :)

No warning under the cut, just some bad written stuff.

You softly knocked on the mahogany door of your CEO and opened it after hearing his prompt and professional, “Come in.”

You opened the door and entered the room. The sight that greeted you almost took your breath away. Jonathan Pine was standing in the middle of the room in all his glory and you thanked whoever had decided to create this “casual Friday” tradition. Your boss had replaced his traditional suit for a pair of jeans and what looked to be the softest and comfiest sweater you had ever seen. The blue grey shades were mirroring his kind eyes that matched his so soft and charming smile. His hair had grown since the first day he had been introduced to the staff six months ago. He had let his curls loose and you fought against yourself to not raise your hand and let it run through them. 

He cleared his throat and you startled, suddenly realizing you had been staring for too long.

“is there something wrong, Miss Y/L/N?” He asked and you swore you could feel the smile in his voice.

“No, Sir.” You also cleared your throat to try to regain some composure and chased an invisible dust on your blouse. “I was just admiring your sweater. It seems very…comfy.” So very tempting to the touch too.

As if reading your mind, he casually slid a hand down his sweater. “It is and it is also perfectly warm for the season.” 

Perfect for snuggles too, you could bet. But there was no way you would say it out loud. “It looks like it. You wished to see me, Sir?” You asked to change the subject and rescue you from your own humiliation. 

“Yes, I did. I’m sorry for making you wait so much, especially on a Friday night, but I wanted to finish my few corrections on your different accounting reports.” 

“Is there something wrong?” If there was one thing you were sure of, it was your team. You knew they were working well and you always knew you were not often inclined to make any mistake. 

He handed you the files you had given him earlier this afternoon and threw another one of his ever-charming smiles your way. “Not at all. They are absolutely perfect. It seems your team is one to be trusted.”

“Thank you, sir”. You smiled back and hugged the precious files against your chest. 

“I must apologize again for keeping you so long here.”

“It’s quite alright, Sir. Work has to be done. It will make me enjoy my weekend a bit more.”

He chuckled and you felt yourself shiver at the sound. “Good thinking.” He took a few steps towards you. “I hope you will have a nice one.”

“You too, sir” You gave him a nod as goodbye and walked to the door. You were about to reach the handle when his voice startled you. 

“Would it be very unprofessional of me to ask you to have dinner with me tonight?”

You spun around so fast, you let go of the files and lost your balance. Luckily for you, Jonathan was just a few feet away and instantly circled your waist. “Are you alright? I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have asked you that. I don’t want you to feel any pressure…”

“No!” You almost shouted, resisting the urge to touch him again so that he would not let go. “I mean, I don’t feel any pressure at all. As unprofessional as it may be, I would gladly accept your dinner offer.”

His arm tightened a bit around your waist. “Wonderful. Do you have any preference?”

“No, as long as I’m with you.” You instantly felt mortified and let out a squeak. Why on earth would you say such a thing out loud? You were so going to get fired. 

To your surprise, your boss chuckled again. “It’s quite alright. I also like your company, Darling. Let us enjoy this very unprofessional evening. Who knows what it has in store for us?”

Your belly did a tiny somersault at the term of endearment. This evening was not turning out as you had planned but you were certainly not going to complain. A nice dinner with your boss sounded way more exciting than your usual Friday nights with your salad and an old sitcom to watch on Netflix. Who knew indeed what the night had in store for you? But the way Jonathan Pine was looking at you gave you the tiniest hope that he could maybe feel the same attraction towards you. Maybe you would not sleep alone tonight either after all. 

Your hands finally found their way on his sweater and you almost purred at the softness you met. It was as good as you had imagined. Softest to the touch, perfect for snuggles and…more.

“Promise me, one thing Mr. Pine.” You looked up at him, your hands still running on his sweater dreamily. “Whatever happens, do not take off your sweater.”

Your boss smiled and leaned down until his lips were almost touching yours. “A lady’s wish is my command.”

Tagging: @thezombieprostitute @naaladareia

[lullaebies]

Absolutely love your blog! If you're still taking Jaehaera/Aegon III requests what about one where they're in a secret relationship and are keeping it from their families but some shenanigans ensue (maybe they snuck out or something, or someone walked in on them kissing?) and they're somehow discovered? Also please overprotective father Aegon II because yes!

(Preferably an AU where the Dance happens later?)

The gathering in the room feels like a court of thorns, and Jaehaera feels as if she is going to hurl. Standing by her family with her grandmother looking at all around with hawk eyes, she feels if something is about to implode. Aegon had been taken from her side to his mother’s, Princess Rhaenyra. The heiress to the Throne had been most wroth, her, her husband, and her sons waking in the middle of the night for this… issue.

The worst of it all, Jaehaerys had been still laughing with damn near tears in his eyes while telling what he witnessed. She had begged him to leave it be, but then he and Aegon got into an altercation, and now… Ugh!

“So I enter her room because I left my book there—” he looks at Princess Rhaenyra and her family, particularly Aegon. “It was my room once too, do mind— and what do I see if not Aegon the Younger pining my sister against her own closet? The closet, grandmother. He didn’t have the mind to get her against a bed.”

She’s going to choke him.

“Oh, fuck off,” Aegon yells at her twin. “As if she hasn’t told me about you becoming a damn near Rosby stableboy in your visits there—”

Princess Rhaenyra pushes him back to his half-brothers, the lot of the brown haired boys holding their brother of nine and ten, yet only his father manages to stare him down. On the other hand, her father had been gritting his teeth beside her, while mother held onto Jaehaerys’s forearm in warning. Alicent gives her twin a pointed look.

“Mind your words, Jaehaerys,” she says, and turns to look at Rhaenyra and her family. “Prince Aegon, would you mind explaining how you came into my granddaughter's rooms?” 

Aegon licks his lips, and Jaehaera swallows. The story is longer than both of them would be able to admit. Despite the blood feud of the families, they had managed to talk last year at the ball for her and Jaehaerys five and tenth nameday. Even went on a joint ride with Morghul and Stormcloud, and before he left for Dragonstone, they decided on a day to meet again at the Kingswood. Such meetings repeated. They could only afford a day a moon, but those days were all so sweet. Did she do anything wrong? Yes, had been the objective answer, but she couldn’t care for it.

And here he is, in her very own home. They could hardly speak by their family, how could she not ask for a moment of privacy?

Rhaenyra rubs her temples. “Things like these happen at this age, Alicent,” she says. “You are stressing Jaehaera and Aegon both.”

Alicent furrows her brows. “Oh, these things do happen at this age, don’t they?” she asks, glaring. “We had known since we were her age how reputation matters in finding marriage. Your son is three years her elder and should know not to fiddle with a noble girl’s corset strings at the hour of the bat.”

Jaehaera feels some tears well up in her eyes. She doesn’t care for the embarrassment of being caught by now, but this makes her feel a fool. It had been nothing insidious, was it? They hadn’t even kissed until they celebrated the new year. She hadn’t lost her chastity, either. It is not just…

“He came into those rooms because your granddaughter let him in, Queen Alicent,” Prince Daemon says. “You should mind her doings before you lay judgement on my son’s.”

Jaehaera’s father had been standing quiet for the longest while, but with that he flares. “Men had been sent to the wall and got castrated for less, Uncle. If you don’t like my mother’s judgement, perhaps I should see to it?”

She holds onto her father’s arm. Please, let this stop. 

Daemon eyes him dangerously. “See to your own misgivings,” he says. “Your own son laughs at your daughter's.”

“Father, please,” Jaehaera says, when Aegon the Elder tries and almost manages to escape her grip. Her mother and brother come quickly beside them. Her mother stands in front of her father and puts a hand on his chest, warning, while Jaehaerys comes to Jaehaera’s side, a wroth smirk thrown at their grand-uncle’s way.

“I am laughing at my sister’s choices, grand uncle. At least if it had been Viserys, he has my aunt’s pretty face,” he says, backing their father for once. They often argue, but at times they work together, they prove they’re made of the same cloth. “The Seven had laughed at Aegon giving him yours.”

Daemon starts stepping towards them. “You think you are a jester, you defected—”

Prince Jacaerys comes against his step-father to stop him from coming forward, the same ways her mother has to stop her father from doing the same. Her grandmother and Princess Rhaenyra had come to yell at one another, and even the kingsguard had come to get involved. Jaehaera’s body is reduced to shaking, fat tears fully sliding down her cheek.

“I’m sorry,” she says quietly between gentle sobs, the sleeves of a dishevelled dress wiping against her face again and again to try and catch all the tears. Only the family beside her hears, so loud were the voices in the room. Her brother and father turn around, with similarly apprehensive faces. “Please, please stop..”

Behind them, from the other side of the room, Aegon sees her in her pathetic state too. She never was the emotional type, and she had oft hoped he liked it for he had been none too different. The unusual petrification on his face makes her blood feel as if it is running dry, and it feels all gone when the dark amethyst of his eyes fall into what she could only call resigned acceptance.

Aegon, her Aegon, comes by his mother and her grandmother, holding Princess Rhaenyra’s arm. “It was my fault. We didn’t mean to… I took it too far,” he finally says. “I won’t come by her any more, Queen Alicent.”

It hurts more than anything else he could’ve said.

Her mother pushes their father aside to cloak her in an embrace. Jaehaera can only tremble and sob against her mother’s robe.

The room grows silent as Princess Rhaenyra and Queen Alicent agree to not tell The King or all else of the incident; so ill had been King Viserys, it had not been worth ailing her grandfather further with this issue when he had been on the brink of passing. 

All is to be forgotten, and cast away. Jaehaera’s puffy eyes lift from her mother’s shoulder, and catch his gaze one last time before he leaves. He tries to mouth something, but is pushed by his family out of the room.

Jaehaera sinks against her mother again. Even if she banishes the days in the green Kingswood from her thoughts, the scent of the campfire charring wood black will live in her dreams.

[tumblingxelian]

Wednesday Fanfic Concept Compellation:

This is a compellation of all my Wednesday fanfic ideas I likely will not have the time or energy to write but wanted a record of:

Wednesday Fanfic Concept - Rivals and Roommates to Lovers With her parents fast approaching for a string of "Family Therapy Sessions" and with the looing promise of their intervention in her nonexistent love life, Wednesday is forced to take drastic action.

"Enid, Barclay, I have need of one or both of your assistance in a little deception for the duration of my parents extended visit."

Wednesday Fanfic Concept - The Traumatized Time Traveler Enid watches as her new roommate stares her down, glassy eyes wide as she offers her hand, the words "Wednesday Friday Addams," Escaping her mouth in an almost pained whisper.

Smiling brightly she grasps it, not too firmly given Wednesday looks like she might be bowled over by a stiff breeze and she cheerily greets her.

"I'm so glad you're here Wednesday, I'm Enid asiménio oíko Sinclair."

Her gaze flickered to the adults and she could only wonder…

Why were they giving Wednesday such shocked stares?

The Nevermore Affair When Wednesday Addams was forced to attend Nevermore Academy she was confident about two things.

1: She would be escaping in short order. 2: She would in no way follow her mothers matrimonial footsteps.

Which begs the question of how she managed to find herself engaged twice over within the first twenty four hours!?

Worse still, it is to the two most vexing people at Nevermore, Enid Sinclair and Bianca Barclay.

The Worlds most unhinged road trip! If Wednesday had to choose between listening to her parents passionate declarations of love, at best, or a road trip with Tanaka and Divina to free Enid from boot camp and Bianca from her mother she would choose the lesser of two evils and hit the road.

Wenclair - Fake Courting, Politics and Assassins Oh My! Wednesday does not wish to return home just yet to be coddled and cooed over by her parents. So when Enid dreads her mothers attempts at matchmaking now that she has transformed the Seer concocts an ingenious plan to both irritate Esther Sinclair, ward off Enid's unwanted suitors and give herself some space.

Unfortunately she did not account on Outcast politics. let alone Esther Sinclair endorsing their false relationship for her own schemes. It seems Enid was right to worry there were factors she had not considered.

Wednesday Fanfic Concept - Soulmate Struggles Wednesday has always loathed the idea of a Soulmates. Emotions of warm nostalgia and love forced on her for a stranger by the whims of fate? IF she ever meets the people whose marks match hers she will ensure she doe snot become a slave to passion as her parents did!

Bianca had always feared meeting her Soulmates. Already terrified of the power she had over the minds of others she could think of nothing kinder than to reject them as harshly as possible.

Enid had always longed too meet her soulmates, hoping to find two kindred spirits who could perhaps love her without conditions or demands.

Too bad for the three of them what they got was each other.

Wednesday Fanfic Concept - Mothers When Enid slipped away from her mother and the horrifying thought of Conversion Therapy she did not expect to stumble on a conversation between Bianca and her own mother, let alone one so terrifying.

Bianca did not expect to spend Parents day trying to escape her mothers grasp. Let alone trying to do so in the Nightshades catacombs with Enid Sinclair at her side.

With any luck their mothers will kill each other or give up the search, but then, when have they ever been lucky?

Wednesday Fanfic Concept - Duo Detectives! Enid does not trust Tyler, not in the least. So when Wednesday skips away to get a ride for him she doubles back to make sure the girl won't be ambushed in the parking lot or something.

Instead she finds herself pursuing Tyler into the woods and witnesses his trust nature and the death of Rowan

Wednesday, now armed with a secondary witness and ally is determined to fin out the truth behind Rowan's death, the prophecy and most of all…

Why Principle Weems and Sheriff Galpin are coordinating to cover up Tyler's murders?

Wednesday Fanfic Concept - Nevermore Never Worry Wednesday finds her efforts to escape Nevermore consantly frustrated by everything from annoying people to her own proclivities.

It is vexing, but at least nothing more serious is going on that might lure her into staying long term; even if she is finding some tolerable people.

Wednesday Fanfic Concept - Shadow Wolf Wednesday does not notice the rainbow lights or the bright pastels of the dorm room. Let alone the fact half the window is etched in greys blacks and white or that half the room is already laid out for her arrival.

No, her gaze is locked solely on the figure awaiting her inside it.

"I'm Enid Sinclair, welcome to Nevermore, Wednesday."

The voice is gentle but firm and she keeps her distance and no one else seems to notice anything amiss, but Wednesday does.

Because in place of a head, or face, or any human features is the visage of bleeding wolf, thrashing and snarling in fury, blood dripping down its savage maw, glowing eyes gazing into her own.

Wednesday Addams has no idea what Enid Sinclair is, or why no one else can see it, but she intends to find out. If the shadowed wolf doesn't devour her first.

[hikarry]

Okay children, gather around. It's "Spencer Complains and Acts a Little Mad" Time:

I have been raw dogging life for 1 month without my adhd/depression/anxiety/mood stabilizers medication and without a single Therapy appointment

I haven't left my house in 1 month, I haven't spoken to any of my (in person) friends in over 1 month, I haven't seen my family in 1 month, I haven't seen my bloody cat in over 1 month, I've barely left my bloody room in over 1 month, and I've been listening to my bloody voice almost every day for 1 hour so I can finish editing the bloody podcast for over a month

To top it all of: I haven't had a decent night's sleep in about 4 days now (in which I just don't sleep or I have extremely vivid nightmares with my departed mother and/or scenarios where I die over and over and over again but can't speak to ask for help before it happens - fun for all the family, if you ask me) and I might or might not be completely and absolutely going insane, with only Good Omens season 1 (6/6) and season 2 (5/6) and the existence of Crowley/red haired Fire Pokemon David Tennant Edition being my sole producer of any amount of serotonin

How am I alive? Good question. Beautiful genderfluid demonic content can be some very nice very distracting content for individuals that simp for Fire Type David Tennant Pokemon like myself

I am quite sure my only contact with anything mental health related in the past weeks has been my best friend whom is very very annoying and refuses to leave me the heck alone and whom is a nurse and is working extra time to advice my stupid ass the best she can, bless her heart

So, with my personal nurse's permission, I have doubled my sleeping medication for the night and, as Fall Out Boy once wrote for the song "Alone Together" in one of my favorite albums to have ever been created "Save Rock and Roll": I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead

[smoosnoom]

lost my words again

He squints. “Mike?” “Hey,” Mike replies, feeling like a nutcase. He’s still holding onto his bike handles. “We – um, fancy meeting you here.” Will stares at him. His hair is progressively getting wetter. “I live here."

A sudden epiphany brings a confession in the rain.

[liminalpebble]

Love letters from...

❤️🧡❤️🖤💛💚💛🖤💙💚💙

Hi loves!

I'm having the itch again to take requests and asks, but I especially love doing "love letters from..." and hope you will drop into my ask box to contact our collective fictional boyfriends. I will be *relaying* your thoughts and sentiments to the following gentlemen...

Loki (Any variant)

Thomas Sharpe

Jonathan Pine

Adam

Robert Laing

Will Ransome

Eddie Munson

General Hux

Please don't be shy! Ask away my lovelies! And feel free to share freely if you know others who would probably enjoy some love letters.

Much love,

Peb 💜

@averagetmblrusser @primrosesposts @fruityfucker @arunabrak @mischief2sarawr @ladyofthestayingpower @acidcasualties @unlucky-number-13 @goblingirlsarah @gigglingtiggerv2 @lokihiddleston @chokeanddagger @lokischambermaid @lokisgoodgirl @marcotheflychair @smolvenger @alexakeyloveloki @littlespaceyelf @little-wormwood @loopsisloops @joyful-enchantress @eleniblue @loz-3 @the-haven-of-fiction @sweetsigyn @muddyorbs @icytrickster17 @holdmytesseract @thenerdyoldersister @thedistractedagglomeration @sailorholly @coldnique @sarahscribbles @peaches1958 @infinitystoner @peachyjinx @mischiefmaker615 @jennyggggrrr @tripleyeeet @itsybitchylittlewitchy @mochie85 @huntress-artemiss @madi0987 @buttercupcookies-blog @annoyingsweetsstranger @anukulee @aesonmae @use-your-telescope @fictive-sl0th @hellfirenacht @holdmytesseract @lemongingerart @fairyysoup

[buttercupshands]

Spoilers.

I already said what I wanted to say when chapter 423 came out. But, I guess now it's final.

I'm taking a break from mha for now, anything I post is up to me anyway, so posting something if I want to is a thing

And right now? I'm just glad that right now Tomura Shigaraki is dead. Gone. Never to return again.

So... I guess "try your best" is really the best way to end this. I won't re-watch season 1 to confirm to myself that "try your best" literally was what changed Izuku's perception on his nickname Deku.

I just want to sit and look at the wall now. Do some other stuff, watch something else.

After long 4 years of seeing Tomura with AFO in his mind, hate in his heart and that whole backstory. I'm just glad that he's at peace with himself now.

I said that already and I'll say it again. The best ending for the LoV was and still is the one in which they get to do what they want, even die, yes.

It's not the end of manga but for this long arc? It's the end. And I'm glad I followed it.

I posted sketches while joking about fanon, but I hate fanon LoV, preferring canon one still, sadly I can't change something like that in my head. Sorry.

Good luck.

[bleue-flora]

Me and my fellow fanfic author @error-dream-was-found yesterday were a bit unhinged on discord and I thought ya'll might enjoy it... so umm please enjoy this discord chat fic I guess. :) (mostly left the way it is btw)

Oh guess I should do warnings huh…TRIGGER WARNINGS: Quackity (… lol oh for real though) Descriptions/Mentions of Torture, Blood, Death, Injuries, Forced drug usage and Cussing… you know the standard prison arc stuff… ;)

If It Pleases The Court

{Prelude}

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 3:52 PM

Ah yes… getting arrested with all those dsmp laws… mmmm yes those………

Wait what laws?

“QUACKITY What Laws?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 3:53 PM

True

We don't do laws on Smp

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 3:54 PM

exactly

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 3:54 PM

Unless you're Dream in that case we have many laws you have conveniently broken

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 3:55 PM

Sam and Q check book - “Yes that is correct!”

Good glad we cleared that up……

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 3:55 PM

I know the laws of Smp so well ... damn I could be lawyer!

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 3:56 PM

Thought that was my job🙃🤣

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 3:56 PM

Damn

Gotta look for a different career then ....

Maybe Q could use some help with ideas 🤔

You know ... to help enforce the law

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 3:57 PM

Torturing blob does not count

Oh wait no Q talked about his “commute” so nvm perfectly good job

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 3:58 PM

Yay!

I could also be a judge 🤔 I know the Smp law well and I'd have an easy job

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:02 PM

“Dream, GUILTY. Everyone else, INNOCENT!”…. Easy

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:02 PM

I know ... we´d both have easy jobs 🤣

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:02 PM

Lol

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:04 PM

although things would get complicated if someone, god forbid, sympathized with Dream ... although who would ever commit such a crime? Punz, laughs nervously.

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:06 PM

If Punz spoke up on behalf of Dream, Dream would kill him because that defeats the whole point…

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:07 PM

oh! So easy again! Plus we have another point against Dream

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:07 PM

Exactly

He’d be so mad… imagine getting torture for a guy in prison for that guy to just ruin everything in court…

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:07 PM

Yeah, valid reason for murder

{DSMP Court in Session with Error-DreamWasFound as presiding judge}

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:08 PM

Now death penalty…. Or…forever in a torture box with a highly corrupt warden?

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:08 PM

brings down the hammer "Torture box!"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:09 PM

Tommy: “BOTH!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:09 PM

points at the kid "that! That´s the spirit! I approve!"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:10 PM

Everyone cheers

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:10 PM

"The case is closed!"

"what a productive day it has been"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:11 PM

True

pulls out next case - Pandora’s Box Vs Dream

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:13 PM

"Pandora wins. Next!"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:13 PM

(Before it gets nuked that is🤣)

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:14 PM

"wait, wait, wait who approved the nukes! That wasn´t me!

It´s probably Dream´s fault ... time to add to his sentence!

I'm officialy making it 2 forevers in a torture box!"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:15 PM

Tubbo walks in “I approved them because I'm big Law!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:15 PM

yells I´M THE LAW!

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:16 PM

"you´re lucky you´re not Dream ...."

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:17 PM

Dream screams “ACTUALLY THIS IS MY FUCKING SERVER SO IM THE LAW AND YALL ARE ALL TRESPASSING!!!!!!….. except Punz he’s nice he can stay… and Techno… BUT EVERYONE ELSE GET OFF MY DAMN PROPERTY!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:18 PM

"Shut up accused!

Why is he still here?! Sam!"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:19 PM

Bad stands up “Actually I pay for it, so technically it’s my property… and language!… but yea no y’all leave because you don’t have souls and the egg is better than yall anyways.”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:20 PM

"Who let the lunatic in 🤦‍♀️ I thought I said it clearly, no cultists in my court hall!"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:20 PM

Sam too busy cutting off Ponks arm for frowning at Dream’s sentence

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:21 PM

"Awesam! Leave the guy's arm be and come get your prisoner!"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:22 PM

Sam walks over awkwardly, before pulling Dream out with a wide smirk

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:22 PM

"Thank you ... finally

so what is on the schedule next?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:22 PM

Quackity sneaks out the back door after them

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:22 PM

looks away so I can´t be hold accusable later

"And someone already see the Egg fanatic out, please, he´s disturbing the process"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:24 PM

Skeppy grabs Bad and takes him out passing Ponk who’s bleeding out on the floor

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:24 PM

"Thank you

so is that all for today? Or does anyone has any other case? No Ponk you can´t sue Sam"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:25 PM

Ponk looks up “What?!?… why?”

“That’s not fair, can I at least sue Dream?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:25 PM

"Yes!

congratulations, you won

no need to trouble Sam and have him drag the prisoner back

Anyone else wants to sue Dream?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:27 PM

everyone raises their hand

Minus Punz who left

(Techno does it with smirk)

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:27 PM

sus .... gotta ask Sam to check it later

"Okay everyone, quiet down ... do you want this the fast way or short way?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:27 PM

Tommy stands up “I vote the Quackity Way!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:28 PM

"That´s my boy! Everyone, stand in line and pick a weapon of choice"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:29 PM

(Sam does not check later, too busy forcing potatoes down Dream’s throat to keep him alive…)

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:29 PM

mumbles to myself "why are we employing that idiot? ... Q do you have a minute?"

"No, don´t worry about Dream, others will keep him entertained"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:31 PM

Q looks very displeased, blood dripping down his shirt “Yea? What’s up?… I’m kinda in the fucking middle of something…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:31 PM

"Punz is acting sus and Sam´s ... ehm ... busy so I need someone to check"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:32 PM

Ponk struggles to carry an axe with his one arm

Q pouts “Can’t this wait until later….”

“These noobs are gonna have all the fun without me…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:33 PM

mumbles again "another idiot ...." out loud "You can have fun later, go check now"

"or get someone else to do it I'm not paid enough to deal with this"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:33 PM

Ponk struggles to carry an axe with his one arm

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:33 PM

"Remember, it´s all Dream´s fault. If it weren´t for him you´d have your arm, I know it´s hard but this is to make him pay! You can do it! Chop off his arm!"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:34 PM

Ponk and Foolish look at you disturbed, then Ponk whispers to Dream “I’m sorry” before doing just that

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:34 PM

"and by that I conclude the case Ponk vs Dream closed! Justice has been served!"

"Damn I´m really good at this job

now someone please reattach the arm so another person can have a go"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:35 PM

Q looks over at you “yea no kidding, you’re fucking nailing it!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:35 PM

"Aw thanks"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:36 PM

Sam sighs waking over “this is gonna be a long day…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:36 PM

"yeah, better get the healing pots in advance. And stop whining! You're getting paid for this"

"Just play some relaxing music and ignore the screams for a few hours 🤷‍♀️"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:36 PM

Ponk stares at him with a look that could kill

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:37 PM

"you want another go?

I´m sure it could be arranged 🤔"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:37 PM

Ponk looks back to you mumbling “No I want my arm back…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:38 PM

".... you can have Dream´s arm?

Everyone! Will any of you miss Dream´s arm?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:39 PM

they all pause in a longer then should be contemplation… “nah it’s fine.”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:39 PM

"Lovely, Ponk, you can have the arm 🙂"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:40 PM

Tommy stutters “wait why does that bitch get an arm?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:40 PM

"Cuz he lost one because of Dream, duh" rolls eyes

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:40 PM

Ponk looks at said mutilated arm “….thanks?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:41 PM

"you´re welcome"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:41 PM

Sam attaching Ponk’s new arm “at least this one has all the fingers still”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:41 PM

nods "Okay so who wants to go next?"

"And where the heck is Q? What is taking him so long ....?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:42 PM

Tommy clearly outraged “ Yea but like that’s not fucking fair!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:42 PM

sighs "Why not Tommy?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:42 PM

“Because Dream didn’t even touch Ponk, why does he deserve the arm?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:43 PM

"So do you want to sue Dream?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:43 PM

Tommy grins “Yes!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:43 PM

"Should´ve started with that! Okay, what do you want to sue him for?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:44 PM

Quackity wandering all over the smp muttering profanity, looking for Punz who’s sneakily disappeared

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:45 PM

reads the report on my comm, mutters another idiot ... I'm surrounded by idiots ... "Sam! Go help Q"

"He´s lost or something ...."

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:45 PM

Tommy looks like he’s solving world hunger in such deep thought “Everything?… ruining my life?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:45 PM

checks some papers "yeah seems valid"

"Dream? Do you have anything to say in your defense?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:46 PM

Sam in the middle of stitching up a long gash in Dream’s chest “Aw what now? I’m kinda busy here!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:47 PM

"Damn it ... turns to the rest can some of you please go look for Q?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:49 PM

Dream on back trying not to choke on his own blood “Oh come on, FUCK YOU TOMMY! You ruined my life by being a little annoying bitch.” coughs “…If anyone’s guilty it’s fucking you.”

Techno and Foolish make their way out rather fast, looking relieved

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:50 PM

notes down - the accused is not cooperating and is verbally attacking the plaintiff

"Since the accused decided to not make use of his chance to defend himself I declare him guilty!"

"Tommy, you won, congrats"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:51 PM

everyone claps, Niki and Jack making eye contact

Jack buts in “You’re honor, if I may, he was just pleading his case as your requested”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:52 PM

"Ehm, I didn´t say you may so the argument is invalid

Anyone else has some objection?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:53 PM

Ranboo recording the notes “just so I’m clear we would like to strike Dream’s testimony from the record as Here Say?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:55 PM

"Yes, please"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:55 PM

Ranboo brushing his hand to remove the blood that landed on his paper- it just smears in one red line over the word Dream “Ok.”

George raises hand like he’s in class, half awake “To be fair, Tommy burned my house, So he ruined my life!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:55 PM

"Thank you Boo ... finally someone competent"

thinks it through ... "would you like to sue Dream for it?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:56 PM

George looks at Dream bleeding out on the floor as Sam frantically tries to stop the bleeding “Nope. I wanna sue Tommy!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 4:56 PM

"Alright, let's hear it. What are your accusations?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 4:58 PM

George clears throat “Tommy has stolen and burned my house, but also griefed and robbed countless other properties. He is also a whiny childish bitch.”

Niki and Jack step up “We agree, he always starts conflicts that results with our homes being destroyed.”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:00 PM

"I see, and are you 100% sure that this was by no means Dream's fault?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:00 PM

George looks from side to side sheepishly “I mean…”

Dream stares at George looking half hurt and half wanting to kill the man who’s so easily turned

Niki and Jack sigh “yea… I mean… you do have a point but…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:04 PM

glares at Dream to make sure he doesn't say a word, then looks at George encouragingly "you're safe here George, feel free to continue. And you" looks at Nikki and Jack "please leave your opinion for when it's asked for"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:06 PM

George looks like he just want to crawl back to bed and give up because it’s too much work to continue “Well I mean… Tommy burning my house wasn’t related to Dream. Was it? Dream hates me…”

Dream looks at George, rolling his eyes then looks at Sapnap, who looks on the brink of tears, and he just snorts bitterly amused

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:08 PM

"Oh, so he may hate you? Does that mean that he could, theoretically, be responsible for the destruction of your house?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:08 PM

Tommy raises the axe about to take Dream’s other arm, while Sam tries to move out of the way in time

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:08 PM

"Sam! Get out of the way! We don´t have enough doctors to stitch you back together 🤦‍♀️"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:09 PM

George getting exasperated like a child refusing to go to bed “BUT HE DIDNT BURN MY HOUSE! Tommy did, Dream helped fix it!…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:10 PM

"And are you certain that this wasn´t just one of Dream´s manipulation tactics to mess with your mind?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:10 PM

Philza buts in confused “He helped fix your house? I thought you said he hated you?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:11 PM

"Phil, please ... you know what, since it´s a very good question I´ll let it pass."

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:12 PM

George bites his lip watching Tommy and Sam struggle with the axe over Dream’s body

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:13 PM

follows his gaze, mumbles to myself "what are those idiots doing?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:15 PM

George still staring blankly “I don’t know… he did he… said so.. or maybe he didn’t doesn't matter.. he hates us” George decides on before clenching his fist and turning to Sapnap “He hates us!… doesn’t he?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:16 PM

turns to Sap "Sapnap, can you confirm this statement?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:17 PM

Axe held between them Tommy holding the handle Sam holding the blunt end, they turn to look at George as everyone goes quiet

Tears weigh in Sapnap’s eyes as he stares at Dream who’s looking hurt and hopeful and pleading “He does. Tom—Quackity said he doesn’t care about anything!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:20 PM

nods "are there any other witnesses to confirm this statement?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:21 PM

Dream laughs something broken and bitter and hysterical  pulling Sam's and Tommy's attention back to him

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:21 PM

pinches the bridge of my nose "Sam, keep your prisoner in check please, we´re in a middle of something here"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:23 PM

Tubbo looks at the scene conflicted and thinking “He did… but… he didn’t say Sapnap and George so… and he was… Tommy was…. He was…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:24 PM

"Is that a confirmation to Sapnap´s statement Tubbo? I'm afraid I need to you to express yourself more clearly"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:24 PM

Sam slaps Dream in the face making Dream choke in amusement

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:24 PM

"Thank you Sam"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:28 PM

“Tommy he—he was using Spirit’s remains to… black mail him and….” Tommy takes his venomous eyes off Dream and stares at Tubbo dumbfounded “What?”  Tubbo ignores him “He was… Tommy he burned George’s house because he knew it’d piss off Dream… and … Dream was upset he was…. Well he never said he didn’t care about George he only said that he cares about the discs…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:29 PM

"Tommy, what is your version of the story?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:31 PM

Dream looks up at Tubbo absolutely dumbfounded like Tubbo has walked on water

Tommy steps on Dream’s hand yelling “WHAT NO! Tubbo, what the hell man?… look me and Ranboo” Ranboo looks up freaked out “we were just having some fun…and Dream he was being a bitch and he put walls around L'Manberg and he-he said he didn’t care about anything except my discs!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:34 PM

look at others "is that so?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:36 PM

everyone looks at Tommy then Tubbo then Tommy again “Tommy never lies, he’s always right!… but Tommy did just kinda confess to burning George’s house so…..”

Puffy frowning “But he’s a child!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:38 PM

"this is indeed a very difficult situation" thinks "however taking Tommy´s age and Dream´s well known negative influence into consideration, I came to the conclusion that Tommy is innocent and all the blame should be rightfully blamed at Dream as the SMP´s law says!"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:38 PM

Ranboo looks like he’s going to throw up and in Tommy’s distraction Sam manages to get the ax

everyone kinda pauses… “No yea fair enough, seems about right”

Dream smiles sadly like he expected nothing less and yet finds it mildly entertaining….. until Tommy wrangles the axe and tries to cut off his arm-it doesn’t work but gets about half way

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:43 PM

"Tommy! Stop with the murder! It´s George´s time now!"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:43 PM

George and Sapnap stare at each other in conflicted confused gazes before Dream screams and they turn to him again… everyone does… Sam cuts in “Shut up Dream! You’re fine.”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:44 PM

"Thank you Sam turns to Dream Dream, please, don´t disturb. We´re discussing something important here"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:44 PM

Tommy halfway through another swing stops “Awww but I want an arm….” he pouts “this green bitch just tried to turn everyone against me!…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:45 PM

thinks it through "does anyone here object against Tommy getting the arm?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:45 PM

Dream just stares at his mutilated shoulder involuntarily tears streaming down his face

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:45 PM

"Dream, please, stop making a scene

Sam, stitch him up, I don´t want him to bleed out ..."

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:46 PM

Everyone just stares at the gory scene quietly

Sam exasperated “That’s what I’m trying to do!… “

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:47 PM

"Try harder!"

"Okay everyone, unless you have another thing you want to sue Dream for I suggest we call it a day"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:47 PM

“I’m out of potions! Q used too many before they got here!”

Eryn wordlessly holds out a potion to Sam

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:49 PM

"Thank you Eryn"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:49 PM

Tommy takes the open opportunity to finish the job as Sam grabs the potion

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:49 PM

"Everyone, please go home. We can continue tomorrow when the guitly is in better condition"

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:49 PM

"Tommy!"

makes attempt to stop him

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:50 PM

-were too late- Dream screams, Sam drops the potion and everyone else just looks grossed out

Tommy picks up the severed arm and slings it over his shoulder, blood dripping over the sides “Ok I’m ready to go now”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:51 PM

is mildly disturbed by the scene

"O-okay ... everyone please go now. The process is over"

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:52 PM

takes deep breath trying to process the scene

searching my stuff for a potion, just short of frantic while Dream´s bleeding out a few steps away

"Does anyone have a potion?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:53 PM

Eryn gives a whole hand full of potions to Sam not taking his eyes off Dream as he leaves

Sam rushes to Dream and tries to pour a potion down his throat but Dream just continues to cough it up with blood

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:55 PM

"Shit" seriously worried now, tries to help Sam "come on Dream don´t do this"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:55 PM

Sam getting frantic “Damnit Tommy! does someone have a splash potion?!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:56 PM

searches my stuff again hoping that I just missed it the first time

"damn don´t stand there like idiots!"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:56 PM

Dream just smiles widely up at you and Sam as he chokes

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:56 PM

finds the potions "Not, yet Dream"

"No way you´re fucking dying this soon"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:58 PM

Hannah pulls out a potion hesitantly “Wouldn’t it… maybe we should just… let him die… I think he’s paid enough hasn’t he?… what happened to the death penalty?"

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 5:59 PM

stops in my attempts to save Dream and bits my lips hesitantly

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 5:59 PM

Dream’s wounds try to stitch back together as he looks at Hannah surprised and conflicted

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:00 PM

looks at Dream trying to decide. It was law ... it was my job and I liked it but ... for the first time I wondered ...

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:00 PM

Dream looks around at everyone for an answer… something… anything as he continues to bleed out

Dream’s pulse in your hand grows fainter as his skin gets cold

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:02 PM

"Fuck"

"Hannah! Give me the potion!"

I reach towards her urging to her to give me the glowing pink vial

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:03 PM

Hannah looks at you at everyone looking for something.. an answer? Humanity? Empathy? Murder?… getting nothing she turns to Dream who looks at her with tear filled pleading eyes

she hands you the potion

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:04 PM

I breathe out a sigh of relief, the yell for her to hurry dying on my tongue

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:04 PM

Hannah mouths an apology only Dream notices

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:04 PM

"Thanks"

pours the potion on Dream´s wound and watches it close

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:05 PM

Dream closes his eyes as it seals the wound on his shoulder-did he really want to live?

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:06 PM

"Dream ... I- ..." I hold down whatever I wanted to say, I saw that haunted look in his eyes, the resignation in them and my chest tightened with an unfamiliar feeling

"This is enough for today, everyone, leave. You too Sam

And tell Quackity to not come back either"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:07 PM

Sam opens his mouth to argue but closes it

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:07 PM

glares at him, challenging him to protest

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:08 PM

Sam sighs leaving, leading the others to follow the blood trail Tommy’s arm left behind

Puffy is the last one to leave her eyes lingering on her duckling an ‘almost’ conflicted look in her eyes

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:10 PM

I breathe a sigh of relief now that they´re gone, some of the tension I didn´t even realize was there, leaves my shoulders and I turn to Dream again

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:10 PM

Dream stares up at you face scrunched in pain and confusion

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:10 PM

I don´t notice Puffy´s look as I already reach for another potion, pressing it up to Dream´s lips, with a simple order "Drink it"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:11 PM

Dream obeys best he can as he watches behind you Puffy leaving

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:12 PM

observes the wounds all over his body close, my eyes lingers on his missing arms ... "I didn´t expect Tommy to ..."

"damn! I didn´t even really expect Ponk to ..."

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:13 PM

Dream laughs, it sounds terrible “You didn’t?”

“Really!?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:13 PM

"I shouldn´t be surprised right?" shrugs

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:14 PM

“I mean I thought you were one of the non idiots”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:14 PM

laughs sadly

"Yeah ... sometimes I forget how messed up this place is ..."

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:15 PM

“I think…. I think we all do…”

“It’s easy to be fucking reminded it isn’t it?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:15 PM

"Yeah ... yeah it is"

laughs again, edging on hysterical fuck, "this was- the job was supposed to be easy not- not this!" gestures around

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:16 PM

“Ah… I mean to be fair nothings ever fucking easy.”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:16 PM

"Are you .... are you okay?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:17 PM

Dream stars at you “that’s a joke right? Tell me that’s a joke.”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:18 PM

"Right ... dumb question" looks around trying to distract myself from looking at him

feeling awkward and wishing to leave but at the same time finding myself unable to do so

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:19 PM

Dream snorts at your clear guilt

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:19 PM

jumps at the sound and my eyes snap back to him

I open my mouth to say something, then close it again

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:20 PM

He stares up at you quietly asking “Why?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:20 PM

"What?"

I blink in surprise, trying to process what he´s asking me

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:22 PM

Dream coughs clearing his throat before going on raspily “You know why not let me die? Why send them away when I didn’t?…. I mean were there—were there not more cases you wanted to pin on me?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:24 PM

"I ... "I trial off unsure what to say. Because he was right no? Why? Why did I do it? There was no reason to, leaving him to die or letting them continue after he didn´t would be better, it´d be justice. Or ... would it? "I don´t know" I admitted weakly

"It wasn´t ... it wasn´t right ..." then why did it feel right at the start?

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:25 PM

“Wasn’t it? Wasn’t it justice?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:26 PM

wasn´t it? It should be ... but looking at the blood around it didn´t feel like it

"I don´t know" the tears pushing into my eyes blurred my vision, it was a mercy, I didn´t see the fresh wounds all over Dream´s body so clearly now

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:28 PM

“Hmm… you don’t know….” he trails off watching you, trying to read you

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:28 PM

"No ... not anymore"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:28 PM

“Aren’t you the judge?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:29 PM

"I ... I am. But I don´t make the rules ... there are laws ... I need to respect them" it sounded weak even to my own ears

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:29 PM

“Laws… right those” he says sarcastically

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:30 PM

"Dream ..." I try weakly, desperate to change the topic

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:31 PM

“You know… I get Tommy… I get all of them, but you? I mean you—I just thought maybe you’d see….”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:31 PM

"I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry Dream-"

I felt terrible, how could I be so stupid, how could I let the server corrupt me like this?

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:33 PM

Dream laughs he knows it isn’t funny but lying there aching with missing arms and a hole in his heart drilled by their lingering words and looks, he can’t help but find it funny

“That’s a first…”

“I don’t… I don’t blame you you know… they just—Tommy just… the rules I think are different here aren’t they?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:35 PM

my heart breaks a little at his words ... he doesn´t blame me? How? ... unable to bear it any longer I get up and start collecting the potions scattered all around

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:36 PM

“You just followed everyone else… ‘Dream is the problem’… you’re right, its the law right?…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:37 PM

I stop, clenching the glowing vial with enough force to make my knuckles go white before I force myself to relax my hold. I avoid looking at him when I answer "Don´t say that ... it´s not right"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:39 PM

Dream wants to ask ‘why?’ He wants to scream it, he want to know why the rules are different for him, why are his words always unheard… why does it hurt so much….

but he doesn’t

he knows the answer…

~meanwhile~ Techno and Foolish catch up to Q and Techno promptly punches him in the face

Punz watches from behind a building and laughs… Foolish notices

Punz knows he screwed up… but he’s also not sure why they are out here….

Techno, with his back turned, addresses Punz while pulling up Q from the ground where his punch put him “Hey Punz, wanna turn? He’s very punchable I assure you.”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:46 PM

Quackity curses them all out while Punz considers the offer

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:47 PM

Punz moves out of the corner causally cool “You don’t say?”

Techno handles Q to be stand and brushes the dust off him before shoving him towards Punz “I swear but ya know don’t just take my word for it.”

“If you insist” Punz smirks

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:49 PM

Quackity stumbles and panic overtakes his features "Wait what-?!"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:51 PM

Punz punches him and he lands in the dirt again this time his nose is bleeding… not that anyone can really tell considering all of Dream's blood

“Sure enough… You’re Right Techno, that was fun.”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:51 PM

Q stares up at Punz in shock, then anger "You fucking-!"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:52 PM

Foolish looks on from the side surveying stoically

Techno steps on Quackity’s hand as he tries to get up “My monetization!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:55 PM

Quackity yelps in pain and looks at Techno with a look that could kill, an insult already sitting at the top of his tongue

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:55 PM

Techno stares back amused

after a moment to make sure his point got across Techno removes his foot

Punz just glares as Q gets up holding his bruised hand

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 6:57 PM

Q glares at the other 3 wanting to curse, fight, curse some more- but the memory of his last encounter with Technoblade is still fresh in his mind

he thinks better of it

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 6:58 PM

still watching Q, Punz ask coolly “So… What are y’all doing it out here? Thought everyone was still at the trial…”

Foolish respond crossing his arms suspiciously “Everyone was… “

Techno cuts Foolish off “We left… it was getting…. Not family friendly so me and chat had to go… What about you? Thought you’d for sure have some cases to file with Dream, didn’t you like work with him or something?…”

Punz looks at Q at Foolish then at Techno…

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:02 PM

Quacktity eyes the piglin warily, trying to plan his escape

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:03 PM

Techno pretends not to notice… eyeing Punz like he's the only one there

Punz responds analyzing Techno’s expression… which is per usual rather unexpressive “I mean I worked for him sure, but it was about the money really and if he's being sued by everyone I hardly think I’ll get any money out of it. So I figured it was a waste of time…”

Foolish eyes him wearily still on guard but mostly accepts the answer

Techno smiles back friendly “Right right yea I had been wondering why you’d work for and then betray the Teletubby, but then again I guess everyone betrays him eventually….’

“I’ll keep a mental note to always have cash around to pay you huh.. don’t want to get betrayed and all… speaking of betrayed!” Techno lightens turning back to Q

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:09 PM

Q shies back involuntary, realizing that fuck this is bad

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:11 PM

Foolish shifts uneasily

“Quackity, what cha doing out here? See anything?…” Techno leads fishing for intel

Punz grips his sword staring at Q

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:15 PM

Quackity takes a step back putting his hands up

"Hey no need to get violent-"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:16 PM

Foolish steps behind him blocking his exit

Techno chuckles “No one's gettin violent Quackity, we’ll just chillin here, just me and my enemy and some dudes.”

Punz staring down Q “… Yea but like things could get violent… that’s a lot of blood on you Quackity… should I add some?”

Techno buts in to Punz approaching Q “Hey Hey there. we’re all friends here no need to get nasty… no need to cut off anyone’s arm here or nothin..”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:21 PM

Q forgets about Foolish and tries to step back

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:22 PM

They bump and Foolish contemplates his move, looking from Punz to Techno to Q waging their threat levels

“Then again I was thinking about opening another dentist practice… what cha think Punz, could be profitable? I was gonna open it with Dream but ya know you could be a good assistant too..”

Quackity flinches after bumping into Foolish “Hey look Punz if its money your after, I run a very profitable country”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:24 PM

Quackity is visibly scared now

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:25 PM

“You know we’ve got casinos and restaurants and all kinds of money… You could join and make a ton like you know…Foolish you want to back me up here?”

Foolish eyes Q contemplating, noticing all the blood… “I don’t know Quackity maybe the dentist would be more beneficial…”

Techno smiles “Yooo pog lets go, we’re gonna be dentists chat.”

Techno pulls out his pickaxe

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:29 PM

Quackity begins to shake, trying desperately to find a way to get out of it

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:32 PM

Tommy shows up covered in blood carrying an arm over his shoulder “Hey big Q, bitch you missed all the fun… Tubbo he well fuck him” Techno sighs “My monetization Tommy!” Tommy carries on unbothered “He he defended the green bitch can you believe that?...But hey it doesn't matter I still won!”

He starts skipping along the prime path leaving a trial of its builder’s blood behind

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:32 PM

everyone stares at him in utter shock

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:33 PM

“What the fuck!” Punz lets out

Techno almost shames Punz for his cuss but stops just staring at the hand that’s bouncing back and forth behind Tommy as he skips… Foolish just stares

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:35 PM

Even Quackity is at loss of words because what the hell just happened?

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:37 PM

Punz pulls out his sword looking at Q then Tommy then the blood line leading to where Tommy just came from… presumably the owner… trying to decides who to kill

He wants to kill everyone but the more his eyes follow the path back where Tommy came he grows concerned

Punz and Techno make eye contact before both of them sprint down where Tommy just came leaving Foolish and Q stunned

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:40 PM

Q immediately tries to take his chance and get as far away as possible

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:40 PM

But Foolish is bigger and stronger and tackles Q to the ground

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:41 PM

Quackity tries to wiggle out from under him

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:42 PM

The blood makes him slippery and he manages to get free from Foolish sprinting away as fast as he can

Foolish stands there now also disgusting “Shit…”

He contemplates going after Q but he doesn’t feel like running, its not his fight anyways

He thinks about going towards where everyone else is but he almost doesn’t want to know what happened… He think’s he prefers a million of Bad’s pranks over whatever the hell this is…

So he heads home for a shower… not sure what else to do…

by the time Punz and Techno arrive they are pushing and shoving through everyone who’s leaving, noticing the shock on their faces… including a very disturbed Phil which is a rare find

Puffy bumps into Techno falling and stumbling, Techno helps her get back up he doesn’t miss the tears in her eyes… but he can’t place the emotion

Before you know it, Punz is standing with a sword pointed at your throat

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:49 PM

I raise my hands in surrender, one if the healing potions still held in them

"Hey, hey no need for that"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:50 PM

Techno walks in to the scene taking it in “Woah there Punz… I think she was helping him”

Punz just now takes the moment to looks down at the armless man below him… his hands are shaking as he holds to sword but he doesn’t put it down “Dream?…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:51 PM

I look at him thankful, nodding to the best of my abilities with the sword at my throat

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:52 PM

before getting a response he turns back to you forcing the sword closer to your neck to which you back up until you hit the wall

“You!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:53 PM

I want to say something but the sword under my chin makes me think twice. I look at Techno begging him for help with just my eyes

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:53 PM

Techno slowly walks in and Punz looks back at him. Techno raises his hands

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:54 PM

A single drop of blood drips down my neck where Punz´s sword digs lightly into the sensitive skin. I barely dare to breathe

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:54 PM

Techno steps closer, slowly with his hands raised “Hey man calm down… no need for that. I think there has been enough violence. Lets.. lets hear the woman out we don't know what happened here.”

Punz wavers his whole body shaking with anger or something else its hard to say

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:56 PM

I press myself more firmly against the wall, trying to lighten the pressure of the blade on my neck

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:56 PM

Techno glances at you worried “Chat this isn’t workin help me out here…”

Dream coughs “Punz put down the sword… there’s no need for that.”

Punz hesitates before dropping his sword

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 7:59 PM

I take a deep breath, massaging my throat where the blade cut it

"Thank you"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 7:59 PM

Punz turns to you and glares, but doesn’t say anything

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:00 PM

I bit my lip, feeling terribly small and unsure under his gaze. A part of me wants to return to tending to Dream's unhealed wounds but I feel like that´s not the best idea in the current situation

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:00 PM

Techno walks further in and crouches down next to Dream “Bruhhh you don’t look to good…”

Dream breathes back sarcastically “Really? I didn’t notice…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:02 PM

I feel terrible listening to them, this is my fault ...

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:03 PM

Punz finally turns away from you “I swear Dream if you’re about to utter the words in any form that you’re fine…”

Dream chuckles “I’m clearly not fine Punz they cut off by freaking arms!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:04 PM

I watch their exchange feeling out of place. I had no right to be here. I should leave but I wasn´t sure if I´ll be allowed to. Besides I wanted to make sure that Dream´s fine ...

Or well ... as fine as he can get

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:06 PM

Punz turns to you coldly “What the fuck happened here!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:07 PM

"I- I messed up" I said with tears in my eyes as the reality of what I let happened- what I caused came crashing down on me

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:08 PM

Punz grips his sword tighter “So it was you!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:08 PM

I felt like I couldn´t breathe as I slid down the wall not even noticing Punz´s reaction. I caused it. It was my fault- I felt nauseous

I began to tremble and press my palm against my mouth for the first time really realizing what I had done

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:10 PM

Dream spits up blood and responds “Technically it was Q-Quackity’s fault or was it Tommy’s and.. I don’t know I lost track… there were a lot of sharp objects to be fair…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:11 PM

I don´t even hear him as I keep spiraling deeper. I caused it, I caused it, I-

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:12 PM

Techno watches you but turns back to Dream as blood pools from his mouth… Techno hovers his hands over Dream wanting to help but not even sure where to start… Punz comes up beside him a potion in hand

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:12 PM

I hug my knees to my chest tightly, wishing it´d all just go away

A silent voice in my head berates me for the scene I'm making, I should be helping Dream not having a breakdown, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid attention whore. I´m not the victim here so why am I crying?

I should do something - help, let Punz kill me, do it myself- anything would be fine but instead I just sat there unable to move, feeling helpless and exposed, wishing for a smaller cramped space to curl in and pretend that it´s not happening

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:15 PM

Dream starts coughing again, wheezing, sounding like his lungs are filling and Techno gets frantic “Your Honor, we need your help here! Teletubby is dying you can have your angsty panic attack later!”

Dream just watches Punz his eyes stone

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:16 PM

my head snaps up, I feel dizzy but I do my best to crawl over to them and offer the potion I still had

I try to form a coherent sentence but the words get caught up in my throat

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:18 PM

Techno pours the potion on his chest hoping it’ll fix it… but Dream still continues on struggling for air “It’s not working!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:18 PM

I end up only passing the potion before returning to my little ball again, hating myself for being such a wreck

My heart skips a beat in fear upon hearing him No, no, no, no, no I mumble not even realizing that I´m speaking out loud

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:19 PM

“Don’t die on me Teletubby! Not today… Chat will be very upset and I’ll lose so much money… please Dream...”

With you and Techno caught in frantic hysteria yall don't even notice the look Punz and Dream are sharing as if they are in their own little world

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:22 PM

I try to get my body to work again, I can´t be this selfish right? I can´t have a breakdown while someone is dying right next to me. I should have more potions right?

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:23 PM

“Punz, please tell me you have more potions man…” Techno pleads

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:24 PM

I dig around my pockets, certain that there were more potions somewhere, the cloud of panic and emotions I couldn´t be bothered to name at the moment clouding my mind

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:25 PM

Punz pulls one out slowly beside him, Techno doesn’t see it yet as Dream shakes his head looking into Punz begging with his eyes… “p—please Punz…” Dream pleads between gasps quieter than a whisper

Punz’s hand shakes holding the potion as he watches Dream suffocation on his own blood… wanting to step in but the sound of Dream’s words linger in his ears…

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:27 PM

I finally snap out of it at least enough to see Punz hesitating "Punz!"

He can´t, he can´t, he can´t-

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:28 PM

Techno turns to Punz and Punz turns to you… Punz just frowns not saying anything… Techno does though “What? Punz do you have a potion or not, man? He’s dying on us…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:29 PM

"Punz you- you can´t- you need to- he´s gonna die"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:31 PM

Punz with glossy eyes looks away from you back at Dream who’s closed his eyes scrunched up in pain “I know…”

Techno feels for a pulse panicking as Dream’s uneven breathing stops

Techno looks up at you and Punz “Guys I think… he’s”

“Dead…” Punz finishes darkly

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:33 PM

I stop breathing for a moment, simply forgetting how

the world narrows down on the single thought, playing on loop in my head: I killed him

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:34 PM

you all stare at his destroyed body as he slowly dissolves

only the blood remains like a snow angel where his body was

bitterness coating his tongue Punz reasons “It’s what you wanted right?… the death penalty remember?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:37 PM

I don´t hear him, I'm too lost in my head, drowning in the feeling of guilt

other thoughts raise to surface as I eye the shattered remains of a potion bottle, close to where Dream´s body used to lay

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:38 PM

Techno’s hands begin to shake as Chat calls in his head for blood

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:38 PM

It´d be fair if I just-

I reached for one of the larger shards

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:40 PM

Techno grips your hand before you get one “Bruhhh… that’s not what he would want”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:41 PM

I blink blankly at him. Why not? It´d be fair

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:42 PM

Techno stares back tightening his hold on your arm to the point of near bruising as he watches you

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:43 PM

I don´t mind the pain, it merely suits as the substitute to the pain I wanted to inflict on myself

I turn my head a little, looking at him through teary eyes, trying to understand why he won´t just let me do it "Why?" I manage to whisper

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:45 PM

Techno looks at you with what must be maybe pity maybe something else “That’s not justice ya know…”

“The Dream I know wouldn’t want that.”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:46 PM

"But ..." I don´t understand it "I killed him ..."

the tears are now streaming down my face freely

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:47 PM

“Maybe… but its not up to you to decide.”

“You tried to help him… that has to stand for something...”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:47 PM

I just shake my head, my eyes already trailed on the glass again

I tried to help ... but he died anyway. I killed him. It doesn´t matter what I did, I still killed him

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:49 PM

Techno whispers to Chat “a little help here… I don’t know what to do guys…. I’m not good at this ‘people’ stuff…” he turns to Punz in desperation but Punz isn't looking just pacing back and forth stuck in his head

“Dream… He stopped Punz from killin ya, remember? He wouldn't do that if he wanted you harmed or dead…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:50 PM

"... he should´ve let me die"

"I deserve it, I killed him"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:53 PM

Techno shrugs “deserve is a strong word… and trust me I’ve done vengeance… but it—it never solves anything…”

“Dream’d say that’s unproductive and pointless…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:54 PM

I consider his words for a moment, still feeling detached from myself "What if I want to die?" I ask numbly

Finally, I managed to tear my eyes from the glass. Instead my gaze slids to Techno´s hand grabbing my wrist. I didn´t understand it: why try to stop me?

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:56 PM

“I mean…. I wouldn’t recommend that… but like I can't really stop you in the long run… but like can ya at least wait till tomorrow so I can spread out the deaths for Chat… they get very upset”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:57 PM

A little hysterical laugh escaped me "Yeah ... we wouldn´t want that." I replied, my voice edging on bitter

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 8:57 PM

Punz snorts

Techno watches you before slowly releasing your wrist making sure you don’t try anything

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 8:59 PM

I consider reaching for the glass anyway. Imagine dragging it across my forearm leaving angry red lines in it´s wake. I imagine bringing it to my veins, would it hurt more if I cut those?

Eventually I decide against it, letting my hands drop into my lap as I just blankly stare ahead, getting lost in my head again. It was the only other thing I could think of

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:01 PM

Punz finally stops pacing “Does anyone have a flint and steel or some form of fire?”

Techno looks up at him “why planning on blowing some shit up because I’m down?”

“There’s a country just screaming to be blown to bits…” he smirks turning to you “what cha think, sounds fun right?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:03 PM

I don´t hear him, staring ahead blankly, basically dissociating at this point

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:04 PM

“No no no… god, not that… I mean yea it does but… anyways that's not the point. Do you have a fire source or not?” Punz replies exasperated

Techno searchers his inventory “oh yea sure thing dude, I got a… oh wait did you say fire?”

“Well dang all I got are buttons to light TNT but I don’t suppose that works for ya huh…”

Punz turns to you desperately “please tell be you have some burning something…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:08 PM

Blinks slowly trying to process what he wants from me "I ... m-maybe?"

However I make no move to look for a flint or steel, not really realizing that I should

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:10 PM

Punz moves over to you and shakes your shoulders frantically not meaning to be rough but it is a little jostling

Techno speaks up trying to calm Punz “Punz calm down you’re scaring her. Chill out dude.”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:12 PM

my eyes snap to Techno trying to piece together the situation. It shouldn´t be as hard as it was

but I was still feeling floaty and lightheaded, vaguely I realized they wanted something from me but I struggled to remember what.

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:15 PM

“I can’t chill out, Techno!… Dream is… He’s dead! … and I need…. Something to burn with….please”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:16 PM

Burn? ... I could burn myself ... maybe Techno wouldn´t mind that like the glass ... the thought was unexpected but not really unwelcome, I dig through my pockets for a flint and steel.

I find it in a matter of seconds

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:21 PM

Punz looks like he’s going to explode “Well? Did you fucking find anything?”

Techno-“Come on man… Chats innocent ears…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:24 PM

I hold up the flint and steal, crooking my head a little, is that what they want?

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:25 PM

Punz practically rips it out of your hands “Yes! Yes thank you”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:25 PM

I jerk a little at how rough he is, I didn´t expect it and I feel confused. Why did he take it?

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:28 PM

Punz pulls out a book, scribbles on it, dips his fingers into Dream’s blood on the floor and wipes it on the page. He uses the flint and steel to start a fire and drops the book in… it’s dust within seconds and the fire turns green before going out…

Techno doesn’t even process what happened before Dream’s laying on the ground under him again

Dream turns to Punz smiling “Long time no see buddy!”

Punz slides to the ground and wraps Dream in an awkward hug… Dream hugs back (with his newly back arms) “It worked. It worked. Oh god I was worried”

Techno stares shocked “Bruhhhhh… you’re a necromancer too?”

Dream takes a moment to take in his surroundings, Punz still clinging to him… His eyes narrow at you and Techno “Punz…… what the hell did you do?… come one, you were supposed to wait till they left.”

Punz finally lets go with glossy eyes meets Dream’s green ones “I know I just.. I didn’t want you to have to wait long and… I…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:35 PM

I stare at them not able to really process what I'm seeing (also kinda wanting my flint and steel back)

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:35 PM

Punz sniffs hugging Dream again.. Dream just huffs “idiot.”

“Sorry dude..” Punz finally settles on actually pulling away from the hug this time

Techno turns to you “Did you know he had the revive book? Like bruhhh I want one.”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:38 PM

I shake my head slowly, not even sure if I'm answering correctly. I'm not in the mental state to process this right now

A part of me wonders if I lost it completely and am just hallucinating at this point

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:40 PM

Dream moves trying to stand, swaying a bit before steadying himself… Punz just watches not getting involved even though he really wants to….Techno just sits there and tries to process

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:40 PM

I sit next to Tech trying to process as well

it´s not everyday I see someone raise from the dead

"D-Dream?" I breathe out eventually

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:43 PM

“Yes Si——…. Oh you’re still here…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:44 PM

the most intelligible answer I managed was a single nod. I was, indeed, still here

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:45 PM

Dream clears his throat “If it pleases the court, Your Honor, may I…. leave?…. You aren’t going to like call Sam in here…. Right?”

Punz growls going for his sword “She better not”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:46 PM

I finally snap out of my shock a little "N-No! I- I won´t ..."

I didn´t even think about it. I would never ...

Not after ...

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:47 PM

Dream eyes you looking for lies but finds none… he’d be lying if he didn't say he was surprised…. But you tended to surprise him so it made sense

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:50 PM

I stand up, swaying on my feet and almost falling immediately. However I manage to support myself against a wall. It takes a moment for my head to stop spinning but eventually I look at the 3 of them with an unsure look. "I-" I have to clear my throat before continuing "I think you should go, before someone shows up ..."

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:51 PM

Techno looks concerned and ready to catch “and you?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:51 PM

"I-" I looked around the cell, unsure "I think I´ll stay here for a bit longer ..."

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:52 PM

“I mean no offense but we can handle ourselves… well besides Teletubby who looks like a walking corpse. Well I guess he is a walking corpse huh…”

Techno looks at the glass and Dream follows his look frowning….

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:53 PM

I nod, looking at Dream with concern "You should get him out of here"

I don´t notice where the two of them are looking, or at least I pretend not to

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 9:55 PM

Punz looks at the two of them oblivious “Guys lets go!…”

Techno and Dream stay staring at you with concern “Your honor, I believe I would like to sue Tommy over the property of my arm… so ya know I need a judge” Dream smirks pleading with his look

“You have your arm! Dude you can’t sue for that you already got one!…” Techno laughs

Dream snorts under his breath “idiot” then rebuttals “Fine fine how bout for emotional damage… or assault?...you know because he did kinda kill me to be fair…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 9:59 PM

"I ... I'm sorry, the proceedings are over today" I chew on my lip not liking the fact that they´re staying. Why weren´t they going already? "You ... you can- your request can be processed tomorrow?"

I tried not to think about that last part. It wasn´t Tommy who killed him, it was me

he was here now, breathing and alive ... still I couldn´t forgive myself. The glass looked even more welcoming than before and it was scary in a way. I was no longer being hysteric, I shouldn´t have those thoughts anymore

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:01 PM

Punz joins in “Your honor, who do I have to sue to burn Las Nevadas to the ground?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:01 PM

"... try Quackity?"

I offered weakly not really sure at the moment

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:02 PM

Techno and Dream join in at the same time “so to court?”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:02 PM

the law would pretty much blame it all on Dream, I wasn´t even sure if any of these cases would be possible to push through

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:02 PM

Dream offered his hand… Techno pushes him aside and offers his

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:03 PM

"I-I already said ... you need to come tomorrow ..."

I shied away from their hands, why were they doing this? They should just leave me here and go ...

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:04 PM

“Tomorrow… I have to let them live till tomorrow?…” Techno asks outraged

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:05 PM

"I mean ... you can do it without the court?" I offered. It was how most of the things on the server were dealt with anyway ...

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:05 PM

Dream snorts “but what about the laws…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:06 PM

"... you know how they work ... you wouldn´t win at court anyway ..." tears sprinted to my eyes again

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:06 PM

“Eghhh maybe….” Dream responds a calculating look in his eyes

“Bruuhhhh…”

“Chat… really wants someone dead now… and Teletubby would be the easiest but he also just came back so like… Tommy sounds good…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:06 PM

I laughed a little but it wasn´t happy laugh "So suddenly they want more death huh?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:07 PM

“Always.”

Techno sighs… “Chat always wants blood… “ he gestures to the floor “you’d think this would be enough…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:08 PM

Despite knowing better, I couldn´t help snapping back at him "That´s not what you said 10 minutes ago."

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:08 PM

Techno looks at you “Look they didn’t want your blood ok?… they were all crying for Dream  and calling me TechnoSoft but I couldn’t deal with them crying for you too….”

Dream turns to you “Wait what?!”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:10 PM

"Why would they cry for me?"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:11 PM

Techno sighs his headache getting worse “They like you…”

Punz off in the corner wonders -Do they like me?

Dream laughs “Well that’s unfortunate if Chat likes you it usually means you’ll be a wanted criminal… that's ironic…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:13 PM

"What?! Why?!" I didn´t understand what I could possibly do to make them like me

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:14 PM

"Well ... I'm letting you go ... that will probably mark me a criminal in many people´s book"

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:14 PM

Techno shrugs “How should I know?… The shits liked Tommy too at one point so ya know their judge of character is questionable…”

Dream-“true”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:16 PM

I nodded. That seemed about right. It was probably just a phase and Chat will grow out of it soon. Hopefully ... I really wasn´t someone they should like

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:16 PM

“Guess that means you gotta come with us for like protection…” Techno adds

Dream finally processing Techno’s words “Hey what the hell is wrong with you?!… Chat likes me too you idiot.”

Punz snorts, Dream glares at him and Techno chuckles

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:18 PM

I snicker at that but I´m still a little hesitant to go with them ... Punz would probably stab me if I went anyway ... which actually might not be the worst outcome ... I probably shouldn´t think like that

still I couldn't imagine why they´d want me to come with them. Surely not to protect me ... but maybe I should go ... I owed it to them no? If they wanted to execute me ... well ...

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:20 PM

“Ya know you do have a point though, Dream… considerin you were like tortured to death a minute ago… whoever Chat likes doesn’t have a good time…”

“See exactly why you have to come with us.” Dream adds

he stares at the remains of the pool of blood on the floor

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:21 PM

I follow his gaze, feeling the shame nag at me again, it never went away to begin with

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:22 PM

“Wait… are you saying this is Chat's fault?” Punz poses curiously Dream glares at him unamused

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:22 PM

I chuckle a little

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:22 PM

Techno shrugs “How should I know?”

“Look Dream is the one who looks like a god, ask him about the millions of children in my head…”

Error-DreamWasFound — Yesterday at 10:24 PM

"Millions of what? ... and they demand blood on a daily basis?" I´m slightly concerned about Chat's mental state now

Bleue_Flora — Yesterday at 10:26 PM

“Well they aren’t all children… even if they act as mature as them… but yea…”

“Also chat would like to say umm ‘F you they are perfectly sane thank you very much’… I wouldn’t believe them”

{The end... aka I fell asleep}

[rainswept]

saving u all from the asshole fuckboy aventurine agenda half of this fandom is so hellbent on portraying

[povestotrischane]

wish there was a zine for arthurian adaptations but unfortunately idk enough abt zines to run one so i can't take matters into my own hands probably

[midgardian-witch]

Question to my followers (and those that simply see this and maybe even read my fics):

Decide!