Wilbur was tired of being a hero. He liked to believe that he was a good hero, but being a good hero wasn't enough. It was never enough. Always compared to his twin brother, the golden child of the Minecraft Hero Family. Wilbur lived in Techno's shadow. He hated it so much and he wasn't sure how much more he could take. He wanted to be seen for who he was. He was Wilbur goddamn Minecraft, and he refused to let himself be a side note in someone else's story. Villains had one right; the right to choose a nemesis. A thesis to their anti-thesis. A rival. His subordinates always questioned why he chose Magpie. He never bothered to explain. He had met the hero once, and that was all it took. The eldest of the Minecraft children was so much more than anyone realized. There was a deep running fury hidden under his mask. The hero was fast approaching his breaking point. That, is why Quackity chose him. Wilbur Minecraft was going to fall soon, and he was going to fall hard. And Quackity would be right there waiting, ready to catch his songbird when he did. (Art belongs to @smimsalted who is a part of my Discord server and deserves all the love for this amazing piece!)

- - - Cariño. Honey. That's what he called me. A nickname, some would say. The nickname came out of nowhere. On accident. Let me tell you how it all started - - - "And...um, can I have, uh, cariño?" The man scrunched up his nose then giggled. "You mean miel? Cariño is honey as a pet name." He smiled. "Nice try though, cariño." I blushed bright red, giving him a shy smile. "Yeah, honey, that's what I mean." - - - #2 in coffeeshopau (6/27/23) #10 in quackity (10/2/23) Firstly, this was originally a oneshot and I love Quackbur so {Started 3/12/22} {Ended 2/14/24}

Quackity just wanted a cup of coffee after his last place got caught in the crossover of a gang war. Why is the owner of his new favorite place surrounded by blood? Or: Wilbur is a chaotic evil coffee shop owner and Quackity is a very confused mafia boss who just wanted some coffee.

Die WindClan Schülerin Wüstenpfote träumt von einem Leben in Freiheit. Sie sehnt sich danach selbst ihre Entscheidungen zu treffen, endlich wirklich leben. Der einzige Ausweg scheint den WindClan zu verlassen, um der Unterdrückung, den Foltern und Qualen durch ihren Mentor und die Übrigen zu entkommen. Doch kann sie es wirklich über sich bringen den Clan zu verlassen? Und welche Rolle spielt der DonnerClan dabei? ----------------- So, jetzt noch ein paar Anmerkungen vom Autor *mir*: 1) Ich schreibe eigentlich kein WarriorCats, deshalb bitte darauf vorbereitet sein, dass geschilderte Sachverhalte nicht 100% den Regeln der Bücher entsprechen. 2) Ich war 14 bis 15 als ich das Buch geschrieben habe, bitte nicht erwarten, dass alle Charaktere richtig deeeeeeepe Persönlichkeitsentwicklungen haben (Aber: Das bessert sich sehr bis Ende des zweiten Buches XD) 3) Ja, die Cover sind bearbeitete Originalcover. Ja, es is mir derzeit egal zwecks Urheber Verletzung, ich hatte schon genug Diskussionen deswegen. I know. I kown. I'm bad. XD (PS: Ich arbeite an neuen Covern, bei denen wirklich alles 'handmade' ist, sogar die Katzenbilder, die ich verwende sind Fotos meiner eigenen Katzen) 4) Viel Spaß beim Lesen! Ich freue mich über jeden Kommentar, aber nicht erschrecken, ich antworte auch so ziemlich jedem Kommentar. XD