When Etho found the cold case dumped on his desk, it wasn't subtle. Someone had practically shoved it there-no note, no explanation-just a silent agreement among the other officers that whoever looked the least busy could deal with it. He didn't miss the way a few of them avoided eye contact. The file itself was old, edges worn and pages yellowing, like it had been left to rot on purpose. At first glance, it seemed like any other forgotten case. But as Etho flipped through the reports, his brow slowly furrowed. Timelines didn't line up. Witness statements felt off-too clean in some places, too vague in others. Whole sections of information were missing, like someone had carefully carved pieces out of the truth. It didn't take long for him to realize this wasn't just neglected. Someone had worked very hard to keep it that way.

Grian had been known for being the prankster hermit out of the bunch, but one day Grian goes missing, and this cause's complete to wash over all the hermits as they try to find their missing red macaw friend. Meanwhile Grian is forcefully trying to run away and hide his Watcher form Xelqua the watcher of Freedom, but a sudden twist of events end up happening where an accident happens.

As children, angels were always told the same stories. Whispered in solemn halls, etched into glowing tomes, repeated until they became law rather than lesson. Demons were evil-cruel, sadistic, master manipulators who thrived on corruption and pain. They were said to twist kindness into weakness and curiosity into downfall. It was drilled into every young angel's mind: demons could not be trusted. To trust one was to fall. Skizz never liked those lessons. Even as a child, he felt uncomfortable speaking ill of anyone-be they creature, spirit, or shadow-especially when they weren't there to defend themselves. It felt wrong, like condemning a stranger for a crime you'd never seen them commit. While other angels nodded along, wide-eyed and obedient, Skizz would fidget, wings twitching, brow furrowed in quiet disagreement. He didn't argue out loud-not often-but the doubt lived in him all the same, warm and persistent. Skizz was troublesome in the way only a good-hearted child could be. Hyperactive, endlessly energetic, he found it nearly impossible to remain still through lectures meant to instill fear and discipline. His feet bounced. His fingers traced the glow of the clouds beneath him. His wings were always half-spread, as if ready to leap into the sky at a moment's notice. The world was too big and too beautiful for him to sit quietly and listen to hatred. More than anything, Skizz loved-fiercely and without restraint. He loved the sun as it spilled over the gates of Heaven, loved the laughter of other young angels, loved the idea that goodness could exist everywhere if someone simply chose it. He wanted to give that love freely, to the skies, to the stars, to anyone who might need it. And the idea that an entire group of beings was beyond redemption didn't make sense to him. Because if love was truly divine, then surely it wasn't meant to stop at the edge of Heaven.

Mumbo finds a wild macaw and a new friend

!THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY AO3 ACCOUNT! "I thought you were dead," Scott whispers, eyes wide and breaking. Avid's smile is thin. "I was." or Scott has spent three centuries tending Avid's grave, mourning a life cut short. But after three hundred years, Avid claws his way out of limbo-undead, resurrected, and not entirely whole.

When Ren first joined Hermitcraft, he carried a constant, quiet tension in his shoulders-like he was bracing for something no one else could see. He had signed on as human. That was the agreement, the expectation, the role he was supposed to play. And Ren tried-he really did. Most days, he stayed carefully within that shape, that skin, forcing his posture to relax, forcing his instincts to stay buried deep where no one would notice them scratching to get out. He watched the others closely, mimicking little things: how they laughed, how they stood, how they interacted so effortlessly. It felt unnatural to him, like wearing a mask that didn't quite fit, but he was determined to make it work. Because if they knew... if they really knew... he wasn't sure things would stay the same. Even simple things became a challenge. The urge to pace when he was anxious. The way his focus would snap sharply to sudden sounds. The instinct to bare his teeth when startled, even if he caught himself before it showed. Every reaction had to be filtered, controlled, softened into something more human, more acceptable. It was exhausting-but Ren never let that show either. Most of the time, he managed. But the nights were harder. Especially when the moon was full. On those nights, Ren didn't leave his house.

When they broke for lunch, Xb introduced herself, "hello, my name is Xylah Beth Crafted. what's your name? "my name is Keralis and this is Sishwamy Void." The brown haired prince with purple eyes giggles, "Keralis!" he says, "That's not my name." the prince turns to Xb, putting his game not to shake hers, "my name is Xisuma Void. I'm the crowned prince of Hermitcraft." he shakes her hand, pleased to meat you." "what kingdom are you from?" Keralis asks her. "here in Hermitcraft." she answers, "Mr. Crafted is my dad." The next day, Xb stayed home and both princes asked her dad if he would bring her again, so he did. The three kid grew inseparable. Keralis gave Xb the nickname, Princess since she did not have a royal title like the two others. The three kids had created a special bond, so it surprised no-one when both Keralis and Xisuma asked her not when the fifteen and Keralis was fourteen. She said yes, and the three of the changed their friendship, growing closer. or, Xisuma/Xb/Keralis how these three came together and started ruling an kingdom and how Xb feels bad for not being part royal like his lovers while feeling out of place in his own body. (art by the wonderful @artofaphoenix in Tumblr ) (cross posed on A03 under the name Two Royals and The Commoner by Captain_Blue [that is me!]) 'Royal Love' is the name of the series this is part of by me, 1: The Prince and The Fox 2: Red Poppies and Warm Kisses 3: Let's Change our World 4: Engaged Morning Kisses 5: Two Royals and The Commoner 6: Oh Love, Why Can't I Kill You?

Ren walks towards the thrown his father sits upon. The glamour concealed axe in his hands weighs heavy in his grip. He stops next to his father's thrown, his smaller one next to it. Ren's eyes catch that or Martyn's blue from where the blond stands in the crowd in the thrown room. Martyn nods and Ren looks back towards his father, dropping the his glamour on the axe. He swings the axe, chopping the head off his father's head, continuing generations of sons killing their fathers for the thrown. Blood sprays his face, he lets go of the axe now lodged in the back of the thrown. He pulls the crown off the king's body-less head, "THE RED KING HAS FALLEN!" or, Martyn and Ren, one human, one dog hybrid with royal status. How will they navigate their world with their unusual love. (The art is not mine, kudos to the artist of it) (cross posed on A03 under the name 'Let's Change Our World' by Captain_Blue [that is me!]) 'Royal Love' is the name of the series this is part of by me, 1: The Prince and The Fox 2: Red Poppies and Warm Kisses 3: Let's Change Our World 4: Engaged Morning Kisses 5: Two Royals and The Commoner 6: Oh Love, Why Can't I Kill You?

Scott and Pearl were betrothed to be come married when Scott turned 18. Both of them did no want to married to each outer, and stay just friends, but both their parents had arranged it when they were born. When Scott is sixteen he started sneaking out to a flower filed near the palace, that is owned by a ranch near by, and one day about two weeks after his 17th birthday, he see Jimmy frolicking in the flower field. will the prince and his non royal lover ever be able to love or will they be forced to say goodbye when Scott is crowned king and married to his friend, or will their love prevail and they will have their happily ever after? you should go read The Prince and The Fox by CaptainBlue27(<- that's me!) before this. This fic is set 6 years in the past from that fic. Though you don't need to read it to enjoy this, it is recommended. link to The Prince and The Fox: https://www.wattpad.com/story/378994203-the-prince-and-the-fox (I do not own the cover picture. Credit to the artist) (cross posed on A03 under the name Red poppies and warm kisses by Captain_Blue [that is me!]) 'Royal Love' is the name of the series this is part of by me, 1: The Prince and The Fox 2: Red Poppies and Warm Kisses 3: Let's Change our World 4: Engaged Morning Kisses 5: Two Royals and The Commoner 6: Oh Love, Why Can't I Kill You?

Scar has been struggling keeping his crush for a specific dirty blonde avian a secret, he doesn't know how the avian would react if Scar told him how he felt. But Grian also had his eyes out for the brunette and was scared of the feelings he had. They both hid their feelings until one moment they have changes everything, will the TRUTH about their feelings finally get out? A/N -I suck at descriptions so please just read the book, it's better then it sounds I promise. This book is dedicated to @ElijahCries because August 17 is his birthday and he's my best friend and my idol, so I'm posting the first chapter on the 17 for my gift to him because we're online friends and not irl friends. :') This story isn't a HermitCraft season but more how I imagine it, there will be NO Smut, only Persona x Persona not the real people, a bit of Fluff, and swearing in few chapters. Swears will not have a warning bc I'm lazy, and thoughts will be in italic. Enjoy the story!-