not going to lie I kind of forgot what was going on and I left the plot in the other way but I have a plan for this one and I'm starting it different

the one shot continued

The Forbidden Seas belonged to no kingdom. Every map marked the waters differently, but every sailor agreed on one thing: once you crossed into them, you were no longer protected by the crown. They belonged to the Howlers. The ruthless pirate fleet had ruled the sea for decades, leaving shattered ships and whispered legends in their wake. Merchant captains spoke of black sails appearing from nowhere, of eerie howls echoing across the water before an attack, and of crews vanishing without a trace. The Howlers didn't bargain, didn't ransom prisoners, and were infamous for leaving no survivors to tell the tale. At the center of every story was their captain. Ren. A wolf hybrid whose name alone was enough to silence a crowded tavern. Some claimed he had once served the royal navy before turning pirate. Others insisted he'd been born at sea beneath a blood-red moon. No one knew the truth. What everyone agreed on was that if Captain Ren chose your ship, there was no escaping him. Now Captain Martyn found himself sailing straight into those very waters. As captain of a royal merchant vessel, he knew exactly what it meant. His green eyes scanned the horizon through his spyglass, searching the gray sea for any sign of black sails. Around him, the crew worked in uneasy silence, each man listening to the wind and the waves, dreading the sound every sailor feared. The howl of a wolf. Because once the Howlers found you, the sea itself became their hunting ground. And no prey had ever outrun the pack.

100% based off of BDubs fixing g's redstone

this picks up about one month after Human Heart

Sapnap used to have a love that felt like sunlight itself. A sunflower of a person who made every room warmer, brighter, more alive just by existing in it. Colors seemed richer around him. Golds glowed softer, skies looked bluer, and even the hardest days felt survivable when that boy smiled at him. But over time, his flower began to drift away. Not all at once. Not in some dramatic shattering. Just little pieces disappearing day by day until Sapnap didn't know where the boy he loved had gone. It was like watching someone slowly fall into a void he couldn't reach. The bright clothes disappeared first, traded for dull grays and endless black. Then the laughter faded. The teasing smiles. The spark in his eyes. Even his hair lost its warmth, color draining from it like the world itself was giving up on him. And no matter what Sapnap did-no matter how hard he loved, how desperately he tried to pull him back toward the light-nothing worked. He couldn't save him from whatever was swallowing him whole. That was the part that hurt the most. Because Sapnap remembered every version of him. The vibrant one. The loud one. The one who used to grin like the sun loved him personally. And he would have burned the entire world down just to see that smile again. So when he found the book hidden away beneath piles of forgotten things, his hands trembled before he even touched it. "KJ." The letters were embossed into the cover, raised beneath his fingertips. On the back was a swirl painted in green and purple, faded but still there, stubbornly surviving. Sapnap stared at it like it might finally explain everything.

For decades, Joel and Lizzie had been inseparable. Through every adventure, every argument, and every quiet moment in between, they always found their way back to each other. But on one storm-filled night, everything nearly came to an end. With Lizzie in labor and the rain turning the roads dangerous, Joel pushed the car faster and faster, desperate to get her to the hospital in time. Then came the crash. Twisted metal. Shattered glass. Silence. They should not have survived. Yet somehow, a stranger appeared in the middle of the storm-pulling them from the wreckage and getting them to the hospital before it was too late. Lizzie survived. Their baby survived. And by the time Joel was able to ask questions, the mysterious rescuer had vanished without a trace. But Joel can't let it go. Neither can Lizzie. Because no one seems to know who saved them that night... or how they disappeared so completely. And the deeper they dig into the mystery, the more impossible the truth begins to seem.

What happens if a blaze boren finally saw Snow? What happens if Tango worked too long on decked out in the snow? Will impulse or Zed find him in time? I don't own the art and the characters in this story are just the MC characters not real life

Deep within the tangled root systems of the Mycelium Wilds, hidden beneath layers of moss and illusion magic, lies a facility no outsider was ever meant to find. A soft, eerie green glow pulses from the center chamber-originating from two towering bioluminescent tubes filled with strange liquid. Suspended inside are two unconscious figures-non-Hermits. Unknowns. Intruders? Gem guards them the closest, her usually cheerful demeanor replaced by unnerving calm precision as she monitors their vitals and neural patterns on flickering arcane tech. Something about their biology doesn't match anything in the Hermit archives. Their presence here... it doesn't make sense. It shouldn't be possible. Zedaph paces restlessly, muttering hypotheses too wild even for him, his hair faintly crackling with static. Etho, nearly silent, lingers in the shadows-watchful, calculating. He hasn't said who he thinks they are, but something in his posture suggests he already knows. Or worse-recognizes them. And then, one of the tubes flickers. The vitals spike. Gem stares. Because for a single second... the being inside the tube opens one glowing eye-and smiles. Whatever they are, they're waking up. And they're not alone in there.

Ren loves to be outdoors. He loved traveling so much that, eventually, it led him to meet two people who would end up joining him on his adventures. He didn't know how things had spiraled the way they did-how casual conversations turned into shared journeys, or how strangers became something close to family-but he wouldn't change it for the world. The open road, the laughter, the late-night stories under unfamiliar stars... it all became part of him.