When a young, traveling merchant comes across two injured boys, she takes them under her wing. With political unrest across the land, she comes into contact with a mysterious man who promises freedom and safety for her and the children, in exchange for her assistance to the revolution. ~ A story that takes place pre-L'Manburg Revolution with some world changes and character roles switched up. Think same story but in a different timeline. Kinda medieval AU.

Regret buried itself deep into the pit of my stomach as he leaned close, his breath fanning against my ear as his grip on me tightened, "Blood for the blood god." He whispered with dangerous intent. And that's when his sword pierced through my skin. ~ subscribe to technoblade If Techno is uncomfortable with this fanfic I will take it down not only to respect him as a person but also to respect his privacy. Techno has voiced that he is uncomfy with people using his real name so his real name will not be used in this story :D PLUS no real shipping is going to happen in this book! Techno has said that he is uncomfy with shipping so none of that is going to happen! This story is marked mature for the following reasons: gore, excessive swearing, weapons, violence, blood, and descriptions of death. if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, I'd recommend that you do not read this story. subscribe to technoblade This story in no way shape or form is related to any SMP that techno has participated in and this in no way shape or form is related to him or his brand, this is purely just me messing around with a writing prompt for Techno. Nothing NSFW happens in this book! I am a minor and reading / writing stuff like that in general for me is just gross let alone have it be a real person. I in no way shape or form own Technoblade or anyone else that may be mentioned in this story, however I do own the story, the plot, and anything that may go down in this story. If you have any questions or concerns please DM me on discord @ peyty#6362 as wattpad is messing up my messaging system and I will not be able to respond to you on here.

The door opened, and you were faced with a young man about your age. He filled the whole doorframe with his height, though he was kind of lanky looking. A few brown fluffy curls stuck out from underneath his beanie, and he wore glasses, looking down at you. "Oh, you are rather tall." You said, the words slipping out of you before you could stop yourself. You clamped your mouth shut before the rest of the thought could slip out as well - he was rather fit, too. He blinked quizzically. "Um, sorry?"

Caught in a war L'Manburg can't win, Wilbur offers up one last thing. You.

"Oi dickhead! Help me up!" Tommy was struggling to find the next little "rock" to grab onto. I sat on the top of the rock-climbing wall, the fresh air hitting my face. "I'm no simp, Tomathy. You should know that." He huffed as he tried grabbing onto a little yellow rock, his hand slipping. "You either climb this wall and get up here or you tweet about how awesome I am. The choice is yours..." I teased. He made a face at me and stuck his tongue out. I guess if he's going to lose, he's going to at least try. --- Join Y/N as she navigates her journey of being a streamer and lives a pog life, having over 200K people average on her streams. Her charisma draws Tommy in, making them friends. Who would have known one little donation would bring the two together? If any of the people in this story are uncomfortable with this, I will immediately without further question take this down. I respect them as people and wrote this book for fun but if it is in any way disturbing to them, it will disappear. And I do not intend on sexualizing them in ANY way. They are their own people. Any hate comments that are just downright rude will be deleted but I am comfortable with constructive polite critisism.

𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗢𝗠- 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗫 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 - 𝗹𝘂𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗼_ -•-•- ➪ "𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚." ➪ "𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚." ➪ "𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢... 𝙍𝙪𝙣." ➪ "𝙁𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚." "𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙢 𝙄 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚?" -•-•- ➪ "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪." ➪ "𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧." "𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧" -•-•- ➪ 𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗗𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆 𝗚𝗼𝗿𝗹 -•-•- ➪ 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 : 𝗗𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟵, 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟬 ➪ 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱 : 𝗙𝗲𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝟭𝟲, 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟮 -•-•- ➪ 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗦𝗺𝘂𝘁 -•-•- ©𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗥𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗥𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 1 --- Tacenda; pl (plural only): Things that are not to be spoken about or made public. Things that are best left unsaid. --- He was unlike anyone else you had seen before. There was a certain confidence about him that drew everyone's eye. His hair was tied back into a messy plait, but it was the color that was the most striking, a bright pink that contrasted the dark red and black of his robes. His face was mostly obscured by the mask of his people, but you could just make out the shape of his jaw and a flash of sharp teeth when he smiled. He was dangerous - but he was magnetic.

The song ended as you merged onto the highway and another familiar song started up - not by Myra but by an adjacent band to the Myracle Makers that you also liked - the Dream Team. You had found out about them through Myra's music (Spotify thought that they went together well) and you had fallen in love with a couple of their songs, and then a couple more, until you were in their top .5% of listeners. They were one of your favorite bands, and their song Florida Smile was a song for the soul. You smiled to yourself, turning up the radio. The familiar beat of the drums pumped through the speakers of your car and you began to sing along as the lead singer - he went by Dream as a stage name (like Dream's Team... haha) - began to sing. You knew all the words by heart. And you've got a Florida smile... sends my heart racing to the mark at the mile...

˜"*°•𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.•°*"˜ In which every day is a perfect day to be a badass bitch *-*-*-* You've spent your whole life looking for your long-lost friend. Not once, would you ever have considered imagining that he's been right in front of you for the past several months, hiding behind his mask. Uh, Alexa, play 'Watcha Say' by Jason Derulo-