"I'll read it out for you." Anne said, handing the cigarette back to you. "Wanted; for breaking and entering and robbery. Unknown bandit seen leaping from a window of a bank in Kempton, may be walking with a limp from the fall. Suspected to be about 5'8" and stocky build. Should any leads arise please contact local authorities." --- You hadn't even seen him there, obscured in the darkness of night - and it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting anyone to come out back. He startled, stumbling away from where he had been leaning, and your heart leapt into your throat, surprised in the worst way possible. So surprised, that you threw the bag of vegetable scraps at him as a form of self defense. The bag bounced harmlessly against the man's chest and landed on the ground. Your eyes darted to it first, but then up to the man you had thrown it at - taking in his features from the light streaming out of the still-open door. He wasn't too tall, but he had the build of someone who had known a farm life before - broad shoulders and muscle made for work, not show. His clothes were practical, and he carried a pack strapped to his back. It was his face that was the most interesting though - he couldn't have been much older than you, and he looked kind, for lack of a better word. Open, almost.

I quickly sat down on my throne, awaiting for them to arrive. Father shot me a soft- scolding look and I sheepishly smiled at him and looked away. He only shook his head and looked at the doors that busted open, noise filling in the room. I saw three boys getting dragged in the room, hands tied behind them. One blonde, one brunet and one... hybrid? What a sight to see. They all had their heads down, feeling guilty for what they did for the past months; and they are still teenagers yet they are being set off in the dungeon. What a heart breaking sight. I look up from the three boys only to meet fierce, black eyes boring into mine.

"𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙..." ------ When they were younger, Schlatt, Puffy, and [Name] got along well. They were as close as siblings could get, always being mischievous and pulling pranks, as young children do... until they weren't close anymore. Schlatt became more aggressive as he grew older, pushing his two sisters away and heading off on his own. A few years later, Puffy left on an excursion, but she didn't return. [Name] was left all alone. Dream, an old friend of [Name], invited her to stay in his nation. Trying to move on, she accepts the invite, but when she arrives, there are wars already brewing and old ghosts from her past waiting for her in the new land. But what could go wrong? ------ *(WARNING) Mature Language, alcohol abuse, physical, mental, and verbal abuse, suicidal thoughts, sexual humor*

"I need clout" dream donated $50 I can help with that * In which Dream invites a rumored Minecraft assassin to the Dream SMP.

Eremophobia | DreamSMP x Fem! Reader 𝓔𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓫𝓲𝓪 - (𝓃.) 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒷𝒾𝒹 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒 | 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈, 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒹𝑒, 𝑜𝓇 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈; - 𝓘𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 a young 19 year old who has been living with her cat for the past four years ventures out into the woods only to find someone who will lead her to the DreamSMP. Throughout her time spent there, she creates allies and enemies along the way, and surfaces thoughts that she attempted to bury for years... - " Like a dagger... " She mused. " Beautiful thing, really. It shines so elegantly. It's slick, gorgeous, but dangerous. You can hold it- you can even touch the top of the blade if you're careful. But do be careful... " She spoke, bringing the dagger up to the throat of her opponent. " Because, despite its beauty, it can kill in only a swift motion. " - " Why do you perceive yourself as a bad guy? " " Because, in the end, the heroes will portray me as one, even if I save their lives from utter doom. So, why not play the role while I still can? " Includes: - Written in the first person; - Blood and violence; - Death?; - Kissing ig; On a temporary hiatus.

! COVER IS NOT MINE, PLEASE CREDIT THE ARTIST SO I COULD GIVE PROPER CREDIT! This is a story where Y/N stands up for herself, she fights for the people, creates wars and she is a problem for the DreamSmp. There might be a bit of flirting, who knows? 👀 I've done this story cause I don't want people to read it and be like,, here we go again, Y/N is crying for the same guy,, or get annoyed. Here Y/N is the villain. It's her turn to shine. All the events aren't the same order, same place, as the smp is. But I think you will like it Tw: the story contains manipulation, grammar mistakes (English isn't my first language), blood, fights, executions, murdering, Language and so much more

My footsteps echoed as I looked up at the lyrics still etched into the wall. The cave had not changed since the last time I was here - except for the stone coffin in the middle. I knelt down and rested my forehead against the smooth stone. "You left me a legacy Wilbur." I whispered. "To do better than you. And don't worry I will." I stood up. "I won't let you down, Wil." I turned to face L'manburg in the distance, it's flag stood proudly upon the hill. I turned back to the coffin. "I'm going to finish what you started." I whispered.

𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚢; 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ Friends was all you wanted to be... but your "friend" didn't feel the same. Craving something more, he's willing to manipulate and exploit your sanity by fabricating lies about the fate of your late friend- just to keep you with him. What happens when one man can't handle the harsh reality of your unrequited love? "Ｉ ｃａｎ＇ｔ ｈａｎｄｌｅ ｒｅｊｅｃｔｉｏｎ"

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • "𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱." 𝗗𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝗼𝗻 𝗬/𝗡 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝘁, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹y 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗗𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝗱𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗦𝗠𝗣 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘂𝗽𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻. 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗬/𝗡 & 𝗗𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲? 𝗢𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁?

Fantasy series: book 1 ☼︎－－－－－－－－－－－☼︎ You knocked the sword out of his hand and tackled him to the ground. His white mask fell of reviealing his face. You pinned his hand to the ground. He opened his eyes making straight eye contact with you. You mapped his face out. He had scars. But the thing that catched your sight was his eyes. He had emerald green eyes. Around his pupils was yellow. He pushed you off of him. You landed with a thud on the other side of the wooden path.