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[all-of-my-yesterdays]

Drabbles below

Cross noted that his charge had a particularly poor training session given how much improvement he had made over the few weeks. Training with Killer and Dust had helped hone the prince's skills with how to not get in the way of his two favoured guards while offering support if his Guardian was not present. Epic even was making improvements in his hand to hand combat skills.

However, after this final spar, the prince just remained laying on the ground. Every block had been stiff, and it was clear that there was something else on the other's mind. Cross patiently stared at his charge, waiting for the other to tell him what on his mind.

"Bruh, I don't think I can do this." Epic eventually said, eyes focusing on something far away.

"You won't be alone for the coronation Sire. I will always be with you" Cross replied, offering the prince his hand to stand.

"It's not that, bruh..." Epic gave his Guardian a weary smile. "I never thought I would be King this soon..."

The coronation came together so quickly and Epic was quickly feeling his age an inexperience will be a bigger hindrance to ascending. He had expected his father to rule for at least another decade or so, giving him the chance to slowly learn the ins and outs of the court. But life clearly had other plans.

Cross took a moment to think as he helped his charge up. The other was clearly worried, but the fact that there was an assassination of the prior king meant a power vacuum would bring this nation to ruin. There was no alternative... Epic was of age to ascend.

Cross knelt down, holding Epic's hand.

"My king, I will be with you for all of this. You do not need to face it alone." The Guardian reminded his charge. "As your Guardian, I promise only death will force me to leave your side."

Epic gave his Guardian a watery smile before bringing him in for a hug. The comfort of Cross' steady presence did wonders to ease the uncertainty of what lay ahead of them.

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"The idiots! All of them!" Was ground out as the royal advisor Gaster threw a potion bottle against the wall. A loud crash was accompanied by the crackles of unstable magic. The experiment was another failure. Although the young King will be incredibly impressionable and listen to his recommendations, that did not necessarily mean the rest of the court would follow.

This potion he was working on was designed to try to make others more agreeable, but the unstable nature of the concoction meant it would be easily detectable. He had clearly instructed the servants to obtain the purest form of the ingredients and they kept failing him. For now, he will continue to ensure his position in the Court but he did not doubt opposition will arise.

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"I heard they'll try again at the coronation."

"Really? Wouldn't that be rather bold of them?"

Gossip spread like wildfire amongst the Court. Quiet whispers of speculation of who could be interested in the former King's death and who may want the current King dead. Most of those gossiping often thought they were not overhead with their speculations.

"I've heard there have been even more attempts on the young King's life."

"Maybe it wasn't just the former King who was targeted?

As the favoured guards, Killer and Dust often tuned in to whatever gossip they could obtain. Speaking with those they knew to be loyal to the King, they relayed anything that could be relevant from the idle speculation.

"With how persistent, you'd think that they'd try again tonight."

"They probably will, it is the last meal before the coronation tomorrow."

Killer's eye sockets squinted as he looked at his partner. It was wild that some individuals felt comfortable enough discussing their new King's possible demise so blithely. However, the fact there may be a threat tonight meant the Guardian would need to be alerted. No words passed between the two guards, but Dust understood the message.

With a slight nod towards Killer, Dust's magic gathered around him before teleporting him away. A rare skill that the which slowly was improving with the assistance of Cross's insane training regiment. It left Killer alone, listening to the whispers of the court.

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Unfortunately for Alphys, being a maid often meant the members of the Court did not always watch what they said in front of her. Now she was in another uncomfortable situation. A visiting dignitary from one of the major houses in the court had passed a scroll to a human.

The scrolls seal was the seal of the former King. Epic's seal would be released to him upon his coronation so he would be able to give royal decrees. Whoever wrote the scroll needed to have been close to the prior King or one of his trusted advisors in order to have had access to that specific seal. But no new sealed scrolls had been released after the former king's death.

Alphys swallowed nervously, quickly finishing her cleaning and excusing herself. She needed to tell someone about the weird things she had just witnessed... But just who could she trust? The scroll could be a legitimate decree from the former king or it could be something fraudulent. If she went to the guards and the scroll was fake, then there would likely be retribution against her. However, if she failed to report this, it could be her head as punishment for allowing treason to occur.

She needed to find a way to speak with the Guardian again...

Killer belongs to RahafWabas Epic belongs to yugogeer012 Cross belongs to jakei95 Dust/Murder belongs to Ask-DustTale Alphys, Gaster belong to Toby Fox

[shirefantasies]

This is gonna be a weird one..

Azog and a human reader?

It can be smut or fluff.

Not weird, I like the challenge 😎 This is a fascinating concept to me I love human x non-human (as long as it’s still humanoid, I’m not a furry 😂) I’m sorry I don’t think this is very good though 😅😆 hope you still can enjoy!

Chains of Flesh- Azog the Defiler x Human!Reader

Warnings: minor language, implied past abuse

You had to be a liability. You suspected that from the moment they took you. That you could not fight well must mean little more than ill in your favor. Fighting was the last thing on your mind anyway as your body, consciousness fading fast, was slung onto the sloped back of a warg like a doll. You had fought enough in your days. Such was your last memory before you awoke.

Vines crept up stone walls. You had no memory of that place, no recognition as you clambered up from the battered cot frame. There was a haze in the air, a feeling like an unseen fog had drifted somehow inside and survived even the torch burning on a bent sconce outside the rusty bars. A prison cell?

Shuffling to the edge of the bars- though you dared not touch their jagged, soiled edges- availed you a greater view of your surroundings. A stone fortress of some kind, desolate and abandoned as it was, one hung with tight cages skeletons swung in. Clearly you didn’t have it so bad.

But why? What set you apart from men deemed little more than beasts? Greater importance or so stark a lack of threat?

Pounding footsteps had you straightening, stepping back again from the bars as boots echoed upon stone. Soon a pair of orcs stood before you and the first one, tall, dark, and broad, spoke slowly and intensely. His tongue was unknown to you, yet you knew it was the Black Speech; vile as it was said to be, the sound of it fascinated you.

The second, a shorter, leaner figure with scarred tan skin and an empty socket where his left eye once was, hissed in a quicker voice to you. “Information. You have it. Azog will deal with you.”

You’d heard that name before. Azog the Defiler was the sworn enemy of that dwarf named king, the one who’d brought destruction and strife to the town you unfortunately had called home. The bastard that called himself Mayor needed only one word of the riches beneath the mountain to change his tune completely on letting the town burn. If they wanted dirt on that villain and his filthy underling, they could have it and gladly.

The bars were wrest open and your upper arms seized by a leering orc on either side. Tempted as you were to smack the looks off their faces, you knew that would be a death sentence; instead, you bid them drag you up spiraling steps and toss you humiliatingly at the boots of the Pale Orc. His lip curled at the pair of underlings, then he looked at you with interest crossing his carved features. More Black Speech in a deep, richly imposing voice that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Tell us everything you know about the mountain,” the one translating demanded, “and tell us fast if you know what's good for you." Just to hammer his point in further, he pointed a quite redundant blade at your chest.

Even though it spiked your heart rate, you couldn't help rolling your eyes- you had yet to do anything but comply. Stepping forward as far as you could without impaling yourself, you ignored the faint pressure that jabbed you and spoke.

"They are only granted reentry on the one day. The one who calls himself king has the key. First priority goes to the main treasure room where the dragon is keeping his prize. After that, they reclaim the kingdom. It sounded like there were lower entries that may be blocked, so they have to go in right by where the dragon is, but I could be wrong.”

For what seemed like far longer than it had taken you, the shorter orc relayed his message to the Defiler, whose piercing blue gaze kept sliding to you. Azog spoke back as his eyes practically bore holes in your head, giving some command that sparked shock across the tan orc’s face.

“You show great promise and you seem like good fun… someone like you could be the perfect addition. A spy, even, too if you swear to us. What say you?” He bared his teeth as he spoke, rows of sharp, dark points. From behind him, Azog smiled, a look of smug curiosity that sent shivers down your spine.

You didn’t exactly want to find out what their methods were at answering denial, and besides… something told you they were not opposed to letting Laketown fall. And, if you were lucky, taking the men who mistreated you down with it. Swallowing, you shakily mirrored their dark smiles. “I’ll do it. I have enemies at the foot of the mountain. Lay waste to them.”

The tan orc spoke again. Moonlight shone upon them both. In one sudden motion the Pale Orc took hold of your arm in his one flesh hand, wrest it such that you were pulled into him. Somehow, though, he’d done it without hurting you. Pressed against him as you were, you may have been trapped, but as you felt the rapid beat of his large heart against the back of your head all you could feel was a rush. Azog’s hand ran up and down your arm.

The shorter, darker servant tilted his head. “Those Laketown scum have not been kind to you, have they?”

Heartbeat still thrumming against you, you just shook your head. Warmth coursed through your body. Azog’s metal hand traced gently along the curve of your neck, scratching the skin lightly. It brought a gasp to your lips, the cold sensation of metal upon skin. As soon as the air left you, though, he stopped.

He stopped. Let go slightly. Something Alfrid never would have done if you hadn’t punched him so hard he saw-

“Swear your allegiance to us, then,” Azog’s servant demanded with a grin, his harsh voice cutting through the stab of memories that had your chest heaving.

Shakily, you inhaled, breathing in time with the one who held you close. “What will you have me do?”

“Let the Pale Orc decide that. He’s the one who wants you,” he chuckled, smacking the shoulder of the taller, broader servant as they stomped away toward the door they’d hauled you through.

Only when they disappeared, door slamming at their backs, did Azog loosen his hold upon you all the way, fully releasing his chains of flesh as he watched you step back. He could have broken your neck, kept you at blade’s edge, but instead he just peered at you like a rare treasure he dare not break, lest his time of admiration then cease. You weren’t used to such a look- did he…?

“I am not the strongest servant you could have. But I think you know that, do you not? What is it you want? Is it my hate? I am tired of being downtrodden!” Your voice raised with each word, but you didn’t care. “I will fight to live, but only if I can do so with my dignity. What is it you want from me?”

Smiling again in that way that tingled your spine, the Pale Orc stepped forward once more to meet you, reaching out his hand. At first you flinched back, but heaving another breath you steeled your body and met his eyes again. No fear. If allegiance they desired, with courage you would offer it.

To your surprise, all the motion brought you was a new rush of warmth as he took hold of your cheek, thumb tracing the outline of the bone therein thoughtfully. His blue eyes glanced up, searched yours, and your heart lurched.

Why you could not say, perhaps the relief that flooded your very heart and soul at the question in his eyes, the chilling stab to your chest of realization that an orc could possess better manner than men, the sheer desire you felt to seal the waste of the place that harmed you so, but you found yourself nodding.

Moonlight shone off of that infamous glistening white skin, illuminating every scar carved deeply into its tone. Surprise colored Azog’s scarred face, then triumph once more as he surged forward. His lips were rough and you could feel the cut of his scars upon them as they moved to dominate yours. Fighting back, you found your own lips moving faster, your own stance straightening, though you dared not move your hands or loosen the Pale Orc’s grip upon your cheek. Best not have him changing his mind, after all.

Moments of warmth and shocking passion passed before Azog pulled away, his hand sliding from your cheek to the back of your head. Keeping your foreheads pressed together, he gazed intently once more into your eyes.

You understood. From the high towers of his smote-out ruins the Pale Orc had sought one not just to do his will, but to stand at his side.

Now all you needed to do was pass the test.

[rosewatercountyofficial]

How to Redeem the Demon (You Don't) 

(omg bill redemption story real)

“I’m here to be redeemed."

The Demon says, he's at the Old Man’s door. He should be dead, but he's here. “I’m a powerless, ugly, hairless ape just like you!” 

The Old Man is stunned but only for a moment before the words crawl out of his throat like tarantulas. 

“What makes you think you can do that?’ 

The Demon shrugs.

"God said so, don't ask me, ask them.”

But the Old Man is a scientist, since when has he wasted time waiting for a god to hand him the answers? 

“I don't care what “god” says, whoever that is. You don't get to come back into my life and ask for “redemption”, you don't get to ask me to help you find it."

“But I've changed!” cries the Demon. “I went to therapy and everything!”

The Old Man is closing the door. For once he wants to laugh more than he wants to cry.

“Well I’ve changed too,” he says, “and I’m too old, and tired to fool myself into believing I ever needed you. Did you know the boy still wakes up in the night, breathless, and scared because his body doesn't feel like his own? Or the little girl you trapped in the bubble worries her life isn't real. It rips my bones apart from my sockets all over again just to relay this to you. But I will never let you back into my life. Yes, you hurt me, but you hurt my family. You could become the most amazing man who has ever lived on earth. But I would never want anything to do with you. If you want to be better, you'll have to do it without me."

He slams the door shut and leaves the Demon outside.

"And by the way, get off my property."