"Where do you think you're going princess?" he taunts, mouth pulled back in a smirk. I don't move, every part of my body is frozen, every muscle coiled to snap. He closes in, forcing my back against the rough part of a tree, masked face leaning in inches above my own. "Scared are we?" ---------------- Rosemary is the healer for L'manburg, and has a small role in the war. Unfortunately for her, the sadistic ruler of the world they live in decides that he's going to make her the centre of it.

"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.

❦𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐯𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫❦ 𝘼 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙎𝙈𝙋 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙀𝙧𝙚𝙩/𝙏𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙚 ❧ Sanguis: Meaning blood in Latin Torva Messor: Meaning Grim Reaper in Latin The Grim Reaper is a common tale, based on Cronus, a god who ate his own children to avoid being outdone by them. One never wishes to be overcome by their own, or by anybody for that matter. Everybody wants to be on top. Everybody wants to be envied. Everybody wants to be a god. "All Good Things Must Come To An End." A tale of Torva Messor, and her circumstances with Eret and Technoblade. Because who says romance can't include violence? ❧ Started: December 16th 2020 Finished : November 24th 2022 Highest Ranking: #2 in Fanfiction on May 11th 2021 100k on May 13th 2021 Cover: inkphobic on wattpad [Mature rating for sensitive topics and sexual/NSFW content.] [There is a separate oneshot book about this mcyt OC if you want more content, and a discord server linked on my profile!]

A story where you're in techno blade's love or host. win or lose? love or host? -this is will be all romantic and sHiT so bare with me- Warning: mature language COMPLETE :D