I'm In Love With An E-Boy

I'm In Love With An E-Boy ❤

[He/him pronouns]

[2200+ words]

Description: You started off on Tiktok, getting famous for your e-boy aesthetic. How were you supposed to know that humming would lead to meeting an infamous streamer and musician. (Wilbur Soot x Reader)

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{《☆》}

You started dressing like an e-boy for a friend's TikTok. They were dressing your entire friend group in different styles and she had chosen the one outfit you had dreaded.

Admittedly, it looked good on you. And apparently, 556k people agreed. So you wore the outfit a few more times, and then a few times turned into buying more outfits and showing them off on TikTok.

Now, months later, your name was synonymous with e-boy. You hummed a random tune under your breath, a song your flatmate Candi, the person who made your brand, has been blasting for the last week. You fix your collar and look over at your Twitch chat.

Streaming was a new development, but your fans took to the content eagerly. Chat was asking about what you were humming as you tapped your painted nails against your desk. "Dunno the name but it's by some guy named Wilbur Soot."

You laugh as chat goes a mile a second. You vaguely knew Wilbur, especially since Candi was obsessed with their friend group, but it was fun to mess with chat. Brushing some hair back (rip if ur bald) you go through donors and ignore chat's anguish.

"Thank you so much- pff, ppisskink69 for the 5 bomb." You bite back a worse laugh at the name. You've read worse, especially with your background in Tumblr and Wattpad, but usually, you've never had to say them aloud. "I love the name."

You laugh again as chat has a collective breakdown. "Thank you– wow you really took my comment to heart, huh? Thanks, DreamPissKink, for the tier three sub. Super intense Minecraft player, right there chat!"

As you're about to go back to telling chat your story, a dono appears in our wall that catches your eye. "Wilbur Soot with 10$ saying 'I'm in love with an e-boy'. Wow, another Super intense Minecraft Player chat. Can't believe it. Two in 5 minutes."

Even as you joke, you are a bit bashful at the dono. Compliments are a dime a dozen but a love proclamation, even satirical, are rare. At least now you can use that one meme.

'If I had a nickel for every time someone declared their love for me via Wilbur Soot lyrics I'd have 2 nickles. Which isn't a lot but it's strange that it's happened twice.'

"So, Mr Soot is in chat then, eh? Should I give him VIP?" You ask, already aware of what the outcome would be.  A mostly unanimous conclusion of 'yes' with a surprisingly scarce amount of no's. "Alright then, Lover Boy, you're VIP'ed."

He starts with a simple "hi :)" which makes you smile a bit. "Hello to you too. Would chat drop a 'hi smile' for our special guest?"

They listen quickly, your obedient simps.

Wilbur Soot: You are e-boy. Law requires I simp

His name, a dazzling gold etched into your chat alongside a VIP badge and a 2-month sub badge, which surprises you a bit, is next to the stupidest, tad bit sweet reason for his dono message. You force a more relaxed smile, fiddling with your nails as you think of a response.

"Dunno, Lover Boy, you've been subbed an awfully long time." You chuckle a bit, leaning a bit closer to your mic. "You're in her bed but I'm in her Twitch chat? Sounds an awful lot like you're S-I-M-Ping. Is this your way of flirting?"

"I mean, it's a bit odd." You say, leaning back. You pop your knuckle as you talk. "But also sweet. You've impressed me, Lover Boy."

Chat is loving the banter and especially the nickname. It's definitely a new way to stream, one you're not at all used to, but it's so easy to roll off of Wilbur. Usually, you're just talking to chat, switching topics as messages come but now it's just you and Wilbur. You can almost forget chat is even there as you sort through for Wilbur's responses.

"Oh! I have to go soon chat, Wilbur." You tap your nails against your desk softly. Humming his songs loudly, you end stream with promises to continue conversations the next day. "See you soon Lover Boy~!"

You cackle as chat breaks down once again.

{《☆》}

Wilbur Soot (@) WilburSoot

E-boys are ruining my life

         TommyInnit (@)TommyInnit

          Simp

                   Tubbo (@) Tubbo

                    Simp

                            Philza (@) Ph1lzA 

                            Simp

                            +11 OTHER REPLIES

        Tall ppl step on me  (@) Y/U/N

        If you wanted my number all you had to do was ask <3

{《☆》}

You take a long sip from your coke, swiping texts from your brother who was trying to convince you to join one of his TikToks so he could impress a pair of twins who were apparently fans of yours. You ended stream twenty minutes ago but the time seemed to dredge on slowly without Wilbur.

You hum along to another one of Wilbur's songs under your breath. You haven't listened to all of them, though you did have a particular fondness for his YCGMA Album. Candi peeked their head through the door as you were humming. "YN!"

He bounced over, all bubbly energy and caffeine addiction coursing through their veins. "I heard Wilbur Soot was in your chat! How'd you manage that?"

"Dunno mate," You shrug softly, all too used to her unintentionally aggressive wording. "I was just talking about that one time a hammock gave me a panic attack and humming a  bit and he just appeared."

Candi hums sympathetically, brushing some of their fluffy white hair out of their face. "At least now you can simp openly. Ha, simp."

"I called him pretty once." You frown.

"Three times," he corrects. "And on an even better note, Wilbur likes you too! Of course, you were his gay awakening." Candi frowned thoughtfully. "bi awakening?"

"Rude to speculate sexualities," You remind them, standing up with your now empty coke can. "And either way, pretty sure it was a bit."

Candi sighs, thoroughly smitten. "He's dead fit though."

You make a vague noise of agreement, tossing your can in the trash. Your phone buzzes again so you tossed it on your bed, "So, where are we going again?"

Candi started grinning, her hair suddenly reminding you of a mad scientist as she rubbed their hands together. You were a bit disappointed she hadn't started laughing maniacally as thunder rumbled in the background. "It's a surprise, on a need-to-know basis if you will."

"Oh whatever," You playfully scoff. "Let me change and we can go."

Candi nods, humming a soft tune. "I'll feed Kermit before we go." And out they go with a bounce in their step.

{《☆》}

Unsurprisingly, Candi takes you to a sweets cafe. She was notorious in your friend group for always knowing the best cafes. Although that was where his luck ended, she probably had the worst tastes in restaurants, even beating Sam.

"Aren't the seats the comfiest?" They sighed, leaning back in her chair.

"This place is pretty nice." You nod along, pulling your beanie back down a bit. "A tad bit expensive though, innit?"

"I suppose but were good off, enough to splurge a bit." He gives a pointed look at your admittedly expensive Samsung. Those extra hundreds of dollars were worth it though, you had so much storage.

"You're right," You sighed good-naturedly. Then a frankly genius idea hit you. "We could find a way to eat here and cover the cost."

"What-?" The notion hit Candi at the same time. He grinned sharply. "Tiktok?"

You nodded resolutely. "Tiktok."

"And," You added. "We could show off our outfits."

Candi was positively gleeful. "Clout and candy!"

You pulled out your phone and in a quick 15second video showed off the cute cafe and your nice outfits. As views started wracking up, your (F/S) and Candi's milkshake were placed in front of you.

"Thank you," You smiled at the waiter. They smiled back, a cloud of scattered pink dust over their tan face. Maybe another day you would've flirted with them, but damned Wilbur Soot was on your mind.

Think of the devil and he shall tweet

Wilbur Soot (@)Wilbursoot

Replying to (@) Y/U/N

   If you're offering I wouldn't be opposed

Oh, that man will be the death of you. Before you could respond, you get another two notifications from him. A TikTok comment and... a request to message you on Twitter.

46.9k Comments

(@)ogwilbursoot          Following

       Y/N looking fine ngl       36.9k♡

        ^ 129 comments ^

You bite your lip, trying to not show how flustered you were. Unluckily, Candi knew you too well.

"Ooh~ you texting a boy?" Candi giggles. "Although when do you ever go out without me to meet them?"

"As if you're any better."

She nods, "True, too true."

"But— are you texting a boy?" Candi drags out the 'but' on for longer than needed. She made grabby hands for your phone. "C'mon, show your sweetness."

"No, Candi—! I will literally kill you—!" You shriek as they drag their fingers down your side. Uncontrollably, your phone clatters to the floor as you gasp for breath. He swipes it quickly, her eyes widening at the comment.

"See! I was right!" She claps her hands together, your phone on the table, forgotten. You quickly swipe it back. He giggles loudly. It feels like every turns to you. "He's totally into you!"

"Candi." You hiss, a deep sense of shame and embarrassment growing as did your horror. It felt like everyone was watching you. You could hear dissimilar laughter in your ears. As if you were a child again, crying in the playground as bullies made fun of the stupid gay transfer. Against your will, tears prickled the edges of your eyes.

You stand with a difficult deep breath. "I'm going back to the flat."

"Wait, Y/N—," Candi stood too, a growing regret in their eyes. "I didn't... I'm sorry."

"It's fine." You say before walking out of the cafe. Your phone dings again and all it brings is bile.

{《☆》}

Your moping in bed isn't helping. The sickness clogging your throat isn't going away after watching 2 seasons of The Office.

You get a youtube message of some random video you don't care to watch. As you go to swipe it, you open all your notifications and suddenly you're faced with Wilbur's notifications. It makes your stomach turn with an unknowable emotion.

Hey Y/N

BLOCK OR REPORT

DELETE

ACCEPT

After a second of hesitation, you click accept. You don't know what to say though so you just send a "hey" back.

You:

Hey

Thanks for all the compliments btw

they made my day

im glad!

i did mean all of them

you're like insanely pretty :)

You're making me blush

A cute boy who happens to make music? 

middle school me would be sobbing ngl

you think im cute?

Well uh

Maybe

Oh.

:)

i think ur cute 2

I could tell but hearing you say it is sweet

would you maybe want to talk a bit?

Maybe a date?

Oh :>

Yes, I would love to!

okay then

i should probably go to bed but uh

sweet dreams ♡

You too, Lover Boy

♡

You grin at your phone, Wilbur compliments you once and suddenly your heart is aflutter. pressing your hands to your face, you try to shake off the heat. You can't tell if your face is red/your face can't turn red but the warmth is a bearable torture.

You glance at your door, suddenly aware of your roommate again. You haven't spoken, scared she'd suddenly decided she hated you. But things have been going well for you so...

Your door creaked open unsettlingly loud. Slowly, you crept outside. Your living room was empty, but blankets were spread over the couch so you knew he was close.

You wandered to the kitchen, looking for Candi before you wandered to the fridge. Your (F/S) was sitting there, hardly touched. Candi must've brought it back...

'Y/N?" Candi called out hesitantly. Your best friend looked exhausted, small bags under her eyes as she stood at the doorway in oversized Star Wars merch you bought her for her birthday. "You're here."

You hadn't even heard him walk in, or even a door open. They threw themselves at you, clutching your sweater tightly as they shake horribly. "Are you okay? I—I've been so worried and I'm so, so sorry!"

"Candi..." You sniff loudly as Candi holds you tighter. Her presence comforts you just by being with you. It makes you feel dumb for avoiding him. "It's okay. You didn't mean to."

"I still made you cry. I hurt you, Y/N." Candi pulls back, still close to you but enough so that she can wipe her tears. You know how much Candi hates hurting people, unspoken trauma led her to a gentle disposition even if her wording lacked much to be desired. "I'm so, so sorry for hurting you, sweetpea."

The nickname was sugary sweet, it usually made you fake groan especially since you had a naturally emo style as a teen when you met her and hated it just as much. But now it just warmed your heart.

Candi was like family to you and as she pulled you into another hug, you were glad she was who she was. Candi was a part of you, a piece of your heart. Without her, you'd probably have gone back to your hometown after university and been stuck there forever.

"Wanna watch The Office?" You ask in lieu of more soft, mushy, emotions.

"Of course I would, sweetpea."

{《☆》}

Tall ppl step on me (@) Y/U/N

TFW a tall person actually offers to step on you... (@) WilburSoot <333

{《☆》}

[I wrote this all out by hand... I hate myself and also I'm prepared to fight God.]

[I recently rewrote the entire outline for Distance and I realized that the only thing that can stop me is God or my own willpower and I ran out of coffee a week ago. Time to get rid of God once and for all.]

[My Dream Merch is really comfy and i got a lotta compliments. The 25 mil merch is pretty pog tho so :p]

[EDIT: I FORGOT THE TAGS ATSIGSHGAKF]

[L0v3, k1ng]

Masterlist

I WAS BORN IN SEPTEMBER IN ERASING SO NOW IT'S

HALLOWEEN

Fine fine I guess I'll just not finish any of the fics I'm working on and just start writing monster au fics sigh

❤ Little Flame

[2900+]

[he/him pronouns]

Description: The demonic kingdom of Ouphara is your home, as the prince should know no other. But now that home is full of a bunch of stuffy old humans. You'll tolerate them though, only because your precious twin flame BadBoyHalo is with them. (Badboyhalo x male reader)

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{《☆》}

You lounge across your older sisters bed, her annoying highness sitting at her dresser as she applied some of the human makeup she recently took a liking to.

"I don't get why we even need to host the festival when we could've had one at the overworld like we usually do." You said, vocally complaining as you have been for the last half hour.

"The council said a festival would help human relations. We want them as allies, remember." She put extra emphasis on 'allies'.

"Besides," she adds on. "Your Twin Flame will he there, is he not? Sir Halo?"

You brighten up instantly, remembering your little flame's letter about coming to visit. He even provided his dressing colours, to match. "He is. Arriving with the humans and leaving a day after the Archangels." Exactly 13 days.

Your sister nodded in approval. Anna and Bad had always had an odd and complicated relationship, leaning towards hate-filled respect for one another. You aren't very sure when or how it started, just that it did. If Bad hadn't stayed at least a week, Anna would use it as an excuse to ban him from the kitchen for his entire life.

"Now, Y/N, when the humans get here you'll be on your best behaviour, you hear me?" She very much threatens you. Then in a quieter but still warning tone, she whispers. "We don't want a repeat of your 7th Circle dance when you-"

"I will literally choke you in your sleep, ᓭ⍑⚍ℸ ̣ ⚍!¡ Anna!" You yell, your eyes shine with magic even if you'd never actually hurt her.

Anna rolls her eyes, (e/c) just like yours and just like your mothers were. She stands with practised grace, smoothing out wrinkles on her suit. It's one of your mother's old ones, her favourite at one point if you recall correctly.

"Both the humans and the Nephilim should be arriving soon." Anna reminds you. "So hurry down unless you want to miss your little flame."

You fall back against the bed as she leaves, mind filled with ideas of how your reunion could go. He'll walk through the entrance in his dazzling suit with his charming and shy smile and you'll be waiting there for him. Bad would run up to you, his beautiful smile spread wide over his face. When you lean down, pressing your horns together and sharing your flames for the first time in months.

You almost trilled in delight at the thought.

The idea spurred you to dress quicker, excited for your reunion. You hurried past servants who nodded in respect before you left.

You could feel him getting closer, but so was another, smaller, piece of his flame. In the body of another, vaguely human body.

You floated down the stairs, tucking your wings under your cloak. Your sister was already there, greeting early arrivals with an easy smile.

You bounced on your heels, glancing over the shoulder of every person you greeted. Bad and his mini were close, close enough that you should've been able to see him already. He was shorter than you but not that short.

Anna gives you a 'suck-to-suck' look over a diplomats shoulder as you pout. But then she starts grinning. With an amused smirk, she nods to something behind you.

You turn around and see a human-sized Bad walking through the main entrance.

Shrinking wasn't something you usually (or at all) did but if Bad wanted to be tiny you'd play along. You may be a bit enthusiastic about throwing your human-sized self at Bad but he catches you anyway.

"Wha-?" Your little flame was so confused it was adorable.

"Little flame," You trill happily. Knocking your hornless head against his is odd in human form but you hope it still holds the same meaning. "I've missed you!"

Even in human form, you are taller than him, leaning down so that he can knock heads back. Your darling twin flame pulls away after a second, looking over at a tiny gaggle of humans who watch you two with odd eyes.

A tiny human, albeit taller than Bad, was the one who held a piece of Bad's flame. They wore a white headband and a shirt with a flame on it. They looked young with scrappy bits of hair on their jaw.

You gasped, immediately realizing what it meant. You warble excitedly, a strange noise from a human body you're sure, and head to them. They step back but cannot stop your hugging abilities.

"A nestling! Oh, how adorable~!" You cooed, keeping your face soft and comforting. You turn to Bad, your nestling safely tucked into your wing.

He sighs fondly, waving a hand at the humans who had drawn their weapons. "Y/N drop Sapnap."

"But- he's our nestling! A baby flame!" You whined, scratching at your nestling's hair. They melt into it, leaning onto you heavily.

"Sapnap is an adult in human years, Y/N." Bad tries. When he sees it got him nowhere, he tries again. "And he hasn't eaten so if you don't let him go, he can't eat. Then you'll be hurting him."

You squawk in protest, instantly letting your nestling go. Sapnap stumbles back, blinking like an upset child. He looks like he'll try to stumble back over to you before he seems to shake it off.

"What... was that?" A masked human asks. He looks as young as your nestling... "Who are you?"

Bad steps over to you, knocking your heads together briefly. They have a small, shy smile, the one you love so dearly. "This is Y/N, he's my, oh what's the human word... um, soulmate? Yes! Y/N is my soulmate!"

They all seem to blink at the news. Then Sapnap, 'your nestling,' a part of you cooed, starts smiling widely.

"You actually exist!" He laughs. "I thought Dad was just crazy for a while but you're actually real!"

Then he pauses, his face going soft. "So... You're my... other dad? Patér? Baba?"

"You can call me whatever you'd like, baby flame." You may intentionally soothe them with your flame. A nestling's instinct calm near their blood flames. Sapnap is like putty, slinking over to your side slowly.

"Y/N!" Bad yells, startling people around you.

You pout, pulling back. The humans seemed to feel it too and shook it off slowly. "Can we head to the kitchen now? Baby Flame needs to eat."

Bad glances at the rest of the humans. "We have to bring all of my friends."

You frown. Your nestling nods along though so you sigh. "Okay, bring the humans along. But they can't touch anything."

"We won't." The masked one promises. They glare back at a tiny blond and an even tinier goat boy. "Ranboo keep an eye on the other two."

That isn't very reassuring.

You brush it aside, holding hands with Bad. They silently link your fingers together. You offer your flame to him, ready to share in its sacredness even if only for a second.

Bad glanced back at the humans who were trailing you and pulled away. You frowned down at the ground. Well fine then, if he wanted to be like that you'd ignore him too.

Sapnap blinked up at you, still close to your side "So, are you really 12 feet tall?"

You started grinning widely. "Oh, baby flame, I'm 13'7 feet tall."

"That is so cool!" He bounced on his feet. "That's even taller than Dad."

You laughed, "Of course I am! Bad is tiny, even compared to the ᔑ∷ᓵ⍑ᔑリ⊣ᒷꖎᓭ ."

In front of you Bad flushed. You used to constantly tease his short stature but you had also assured him you loved it. But that was of course before he travelled to the overworld.

The half-half one tilted their head at you, eyes wide though that was a permanent condition of most Enders. He looked even younger than your baby flame, you almost wanted to coo. "⊬⍜⎍ ⌇⌿⟒⏃☍?"

"⟟ ☊⏃⋏, ⊬⟒⌇." You did coo softly. Their name was Ranboo if you recalled correctly. He was practically a nestling too, even if not yours. "⍙⊑⟒⍀⟒ ⟟⌇ ⊬⍜⎍⍀ ⊑⏃⎍⋏⏁⟟⋏☌, ⌰⟟⏁⏁⌰⟒ ⍜⋏⟒?"

"⌰⍜⌇⏁." Ranboo warbled, distressed particles falling off of him. "☊⏃⋏'⏁ ⍀⟒⋔⟒⋔⏚⟒⍀."

"Hey!" The tiniest human, the one with horns, glared at you. "What are you saying to him."

He was protective of the tall one, you realized quickly. How cute.

"He is confused. His memory worsens the longer he is away from the ⎅⍀⏃☌⍜⋏ ⋔⍜⏁⊑⟒⍀." You would've kept talking but you all had finally arrived at the kitchen.

The place was bustling, demon's shuffling past you with exotic foods on platters.

A plate of Enderian foods passed by and you spotted Ranboo's eyes trailing after it. You plucked off a chorus fruit, nodding in thanks to the waiter.

"Here, ⌰⟟⏁⏁⌰⟒ ⍜⋏⟒," You handed it to him with your best human smile. Ranboo didn't seem to mind your toothy grin, an excited shine in his lidless eyes.

A tiny blond human peeks out of Ranboo's side like in one of those human cartoons, watching with narrowed eyes. "What're you giving Ranboob?"

"Chorus fruit," You gesture to the plates of food still left. Despite being told not to steal food repeatedly by your sister, you picked up another chorus fruit with a wicked smile. "Try some."

The protective one snatched one too, like a little nestling hoarding food. He even had the little horns too! They shoved it in their mouths, eyes glowing purple before simultaneously they both teleported.

You and Bad snickered like nestlings. As growing flames, you'd give chorus fruit to unsuspecting diplomats. One would think precious little Bad Boy Halo wouldn't do pranks but if only they knew you had been his first target since you were nestlings.

Ranboo giggled too, already aware of what happened. The blond appeared only a few feet to the left, right next to Sapnap. But the horned one went further, seven feet away, onto a mostly empty countertop with one of their feet in human mash potatoes.

"Pff-!" The blond laughed, high pitched and loud. "Look! Your- your freaking foot!"

The horned one glared at the blond, not even lifting his foot out of the mash.

"I mean," Ranboo snickered into his hand. "You do look pretty ridiculous Tubbo."

"I will kill you in your sleep and eat your organs," Tubbo said with a sinister smile. Then they tilted their head to the golden one. "And Tommy, stop laughing at Ranboo or you'll be next."

Tommy went stock still. It was hilarious how terrified he was of someone so tiny.

"Nestling- Baby Flame!" You interrupt, calling out to Sapnap. He blinked up at you, all soft edges and warm colours. "Come eat, ʖᔑʖ|| ⎓ꖎᔑᒲᒷ ."

"And you too," You turn towards Ranboo. "Growing flames cannot feast on air."

Ranboo stares, his head tilted like a confused hell-hound. "More fruit?"

Tubbo and Tommy saddled up to Ranboo's sides. "More fruit." It wasn't a question and that probably amused you more.

You glanced to the side where the piglin and the angel stand; the angel golding up a human who looked horribly bored. "Would you like something too?"

"Yes!" The human said, pushing their glasses back.

"Wil, I don't-!"

"Shh! Don't decline the free food, birdza," Wil said happily, having already flipped Phil's cloak over their eyes. They go oddly still until the piglin sighs and flips it back over. Phil blinks rapidly like he just suddenly woke up.

"Birdza," Tommy and Tubbo whisper in unison. "Crowfather, crowfather, crowfather."

The most ironic part might be that Phil was obviously a Raven. You give Bad a look that makes him giggle, "Well, help yourself to anything."

"Are you sure we're allowed to eat this?" The pretty brown-haired human asked, peeking over Tubbo's shoulder. They had a cute little mushroom pin that matched with Sapnaps. How cute!

"Of course we can. Who's gonna tell their prince no." You wave your hand dismissively. Turning back to the counter, you pick up a platter of golden apples; safe for every species.

"What?!?" Most of them yelled even Tommy who had already shoved a golden apple in his mouth. Sapnap stared at you in disbelief. "You're a prince?"

You blink, "Yes? You didn't know this?"

"Well, you didn't tell them, you silly muffinhead!"Bad shook his head like he was any better.

"You didn't tell them either! ᒲᒷᔑリ╎ᒷ !" You pout, you sulk over to Sapnap. It's easier to force nestlings to eat than it is arguing with Bad. For someone so short, he held a lot of stubbornness. You shove the golden apples in Sapnap's face. "Eat."

He picks it up slowly, turning to the brunet. "Want one, George?"

"Sure," They shrug, unphased. They pluck it out of Sapnap's hand but it's done so easily that you're sure they've done it before. Sapnap then plucks another two golden apples off the platter. Your nestling takes a large bite out of one before he moved to hand it to the masked one. Sapnap bumps both of their shoulders and your grin widens.

You had suspected a bond! How pleased you were to be right.

Quickly the golden apples were taken until only two were left. You spotted Ranboo and his friends picking at more chorus fruit. You look toward Bad. After a second's hesitation, you hand Bad a golden apple. He looks at it, face soft but still guarded.

Slowly, scared like a skeleton cat, he held out a hand to you. With gentle movement, he pulls you closer. His human hands are rough, calloused as they rub circles into your hips. It tickles in a way, the light hold that lingers over your skin. You hardly realized human skin was that sensitive until now. Bad goes closer until your foreheads are pressed together in a way your horns would never allow, a gentle rumbling in his chest so soft that even you can barely hear it.

He doesn't say anything, just holds your waist like he's scared you'll pull away. You could if you wanted to. It's warm being held in his arms, a weird sort of warmth compared to the burning heat that powers everyone in the Nether. It feels so nice, being held. He croons softly, a childish little noise that makes your insides gooey.

"M'sorry about earlier," he mutters to you, just for you. You can feel his flames flickering in his chest, gentle as they curl around his fingertips and press into your skin. His flames cannot hurt you, you've always known, and as they spread across your skin like soft kisses you can almost hear the apology they are giving you too. "I'm still- I know we aren't growing flames anymore but I still feel like we're back in the Academy with those mean muffin heads. I'm scared even though I know they'd never... But I'm still sorry."

"It hurt when you rejected me earlier." You say, not to add to his guilt but because you're being honest. "But I know what you mean. Apology accepted, little flame."

"Not little," he mutters half-heartedly. He nuzzles his nose into yours, truly like a skeleton cat. You brush your own flame over his arm, fingers wrapped around gentle human skin as you brush swirls of flames and embers that flicker around his arm. It curls around his shoulder, invisible to everyone but you two.

Or, you suddenly realized, three. Well, Sapnap politely keeps silent about it so you let it go on for another few seconds before pulling back. Bad smiles at you, his little fangs peeking out.

"Your royal highness," A chef calls to you, flour and something unnamed dirtying her apron. "Her Majesty the Queen has asked for you and your companions to head to the dining hall. And-" she hesitates, "her majesty would like Sir Halo to know that when the festivities are over she will, uh, beat his ass in the courtyard for not saying hello to her."

You cackle in glee, excitedly clapping your hands together. "Oh what a sight that will be." Turning towards the humans, you smile widely. "Well now, let's not dawdle. Anna is what you humans call a bitch when angry!"

They follow easily, in a quiet line behind you and Bad as you hum a demonic tune to yourself. When you reach the large doors to the dining hall, propped open enough for you to spot your sister in her golden throne.

"Alright Bad, time to morph!"

The humans can hardly ask or even say anything before you and Bad start rapidly growing. Now you're sure they've seen Bad morph at least once or twice, but the way they're staring at you is a bit awkward. It's like they've never seen any other human-Esque being suddenly multiplied in height.

With a wicked grin, you stretch your wings. The leather is so uncomfortable when it sticks together so the moment cool air brushes past them, you sigh happily. "Alright, let's go!"

The humans blink before they seemingly shake it off. Sapnap grins up at you as he passes through the doors ahead of you, truly your baby flame is the cutest.

Soon it is just you and Bad. Finally, you pull him closer and knock your horns together. He trills happily, lovingly. As you pull apart, you brush a sharp nailed finger across his cheek. "Welcome back, little flame."

"Glad to be back," he says before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. It makes your flames grow soft as he pulls away with flame lit cheeks. The phantom feeling of his apple flavoured taste on your tongue makes you impatient for the dinner to end. "Let's go before Anna sends guards after us again."

"I'd freeze her if she tries," You say even as you head towards the doors. Bad rolls his eyes at you but he still links his fingers through yours.

{《☆》}

[This is my longest fic... I wrote it all in my notebook... I hate all of you /lh]

[I can't remember what I've told you guys and what I haven't but I'm back in school so free time for me is sporadic, especially since my doggo gave birth to 4 puppies. I'm mainly focusing on rewriting my outline for Distance so everything I'll post is like pre written from before I hated my plot line.]

[N e ways I did a lot of "worldbuilding" for demons while simultaneously not knowing a thing about demons. I am not a religious person. I am simply pulling things from nowhere and also Pinterest.]

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❤ Sweet Summer Sun

(He/him pronouns)

(1000+ words)

Description: On a hot summer day, you and Eret are enough. (Eret x M!Reader)

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{《☆》}

You meet his eyes across the room. The dim lighting makes them glow, gentle off-white that bounces off his dark curls. Eret leans back against the wall, smooth lips curled and you’re suddenly thrown back to just a few weeks ago.

The horrid summer heat beats down against your skin, long blades of grass scratching at your cheeks as you lie in the field across the caramavan. His hands press to your forehead, pulling hair from your face painlessly, his beautiful smile tugging at his lips despite his attempts at serious soldier man. You press your face closer to his hands despite the heat, his cool hands are a nice reprieve from the heat actually.

“Hello, darling” His smooth voice, deep and gentle and oh so loving, is laced with that thin line of annoyance and amusement. “Aren’t you supposed to be making potions with Fundy?”

“Got bored, Fundy said we should ditch so we did,” You yawn, stretching your neck a bit and fixing yourself until you leaned nicely on Eret’s hand. “‘M not sorry, got to see you.”

Eret laughs, a loud, shoulder’s shaking laugh. It’s so endearing every time, the way his eyes crinkle every time he smiles and the gentle rumble in his chest with every giggle. He’s like quick sand to you, everything about him has you falling deeper and deeper, willingly letting yourself fall into everything that makes Eret himself. Letting yourself drown in everything that makes him perfect to you.

He strokes your cheek, brushing wet grass that still tries to cling to your skin off easily. “You’re such a flatterer, my darling.”

“Just for you,” You pressed a kiss to his palm. Looking back up, his eyes have gone soft and the beautifully strong white glow that you’ve come to love is shining a dull pink. You laugh, completely smitten with how openly his emotions are written to you. On a silver platter, Eret leaves his whole world out for you to judge.

“Such a flirt,” he mutters softly, leaning down to kiss you.

“Ew! Tubso, you see that! It's disgusting.” Tommy’s annoyingly familiar voice interrupts you two. “Imagine being in love. Oh mew mew mew mew mew I’m Y/N and I’m a simp for Eret.”

“Love is disgusting,” Tubbo nods along, both of them still dressed in their uniforms. Their thick clothing, by their own design, is made to hide the fact that they are men at all. Their own decision because, apparently, all men should die. They thought is so strongly they made it a "TommyInnit Rule". It was rather funny when Tubbo ended up screaming ‘don’t do men’ at Fundy saying ‘Rules should be like, don’t do x.’. And despite their love of women, romance was disgusting and Tubbo had sworn off ever getting married.

Eret chuckled at their antics as they got closer, his sunglasses back on his face. They brushed a hand through your hair one last time before standing at full height. Great, now you were the only one on the ground. “Tommy, Tubbo, what brings you boys here?”

Tommy groaned. “Wil sent us here. ‘Parently he caught Fundy and wants Y/N to go back.”

“Nooooooo!” You whined, staring up dreadfully at the sky. Tubbo peeked over your head, blocking out the sun thankfully enough. “Tubbo, my friend, join the dark side. We have nap time.”

Tubbo nodded seriously. “No one can say no to nap time.” Plopping down next to you, he shuffled to rest his head on your stomach. 

“But Tuubooooo! Wilbur will kill me if I join the dark side.” Tommy whined, his braces catching the light of the sun. He pouted, looking every bit the child he declined being daily.

“No one said you had to join,” Tubbo propped one eye open, a shit eating grin on his face. “In fact, I don’t even want you here. Leave.”

“Wha-” Tommy spluttered indiginetly. “No! Actually I’ll stay here all day now!” He said it so proudly, like he was outsmarting Tubbo and not the other way around.

Tubbo playfully cried, “I’ve been fooled!”

Tommy threw himself over you, his chest thrown over your legs as he rested his head on his arms. Once situated comfortably, he purred contently, his ears fluffing up in that adorable way you’ve gotten used to.

Eret watches you three softly, something more than love in his eyes. You aren’t sure how you can tell at this point, but you can. They sit on the ground by your head, fixing their coattail so that it doesn’t get dirty. Well, dirtier.  “Darling, I’m half convinced you’ve sold your soul to Prime for the ability to control Tommy.”

“I wish I had that ability,”You laugh, rubbing Tommy’s ears between your fingers. The boy grunts at you, a low growl in his throat that’s squeaked out with another purr. They had tried faking that bluff one too many times. “Sadly all I can do is get him to take a nap.”

“That’s more than anyone else can do. Imagine me telling him to nap, he’d curse me out and then laugh.” Eret paused, a considering frown on his lips. “Anyone besides Wilbur.”

“Wilbur is a magical man,” You agreed. Truly, you didn’t know how he did it. Managing to get Tommy of all kids to listen to him, to follow him. An unmatched experience.”Now stop talking words and lay down with me.” Making grabby hands at him, your words were a threat.

Eret chuckled. They interlaced your hands and pressed kisses to the back of your hands. Finally they sat down, lifting your head onto their thigh. “Get some rest, darling.”

“M’kay my sweet prince,” You yawned, patting his cheek softly. Eret leaned down and kissed you softly before pulling away. With his hands brushing through your hair you closed your eyes.

When you opened your eyes it’s not to the hilarious sight of Wilbur chewing out your boyfriend, it’s to the Dream Team standing in front of you. They don’t hesitate to attack and in seconds Wilbur dies in front of you.

Eret stands behind them all, glasses raised high on his face. “Down with the revolution boys. It was never meant to be.”

He looks away and Sapnap stabs you through the stomach in your pause. The sword is cold, everything is cold actually, but you think that maybe the betrayal of Eret’s betrayal hurts more than anything.

{《☆》}

[I hope I hurt you.]

[Wilbur is streaming rn and ahkfhajs my dog hates him she gave me the stink eye for stopping her pets to open his stream]

[Anyways! Next post should be a Squid Game AU DT x Reader! Now bye bye my beloveds! Take care of yourselves!!!

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Sunshine ❤

[Gender-neutral]

[1069 words teehee]

Description: You, a fae of the seelie court, meets a dragon-kin with horns that shine like gold. (Technoblade x GN!Reader)

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{《☆》}

You are a protector of a hidden spring and secret entrance to the Faerie Realm, hand chosen by Queen Titania of the Seelie court and accepted by the old Queen Mab of the Unseelie court. You had trained since your youth, since before you had gotten the gift of wings, to become a high-rank fae in the court. You were now, though still youthful in the eyes of the court, with a strong connection to Life that granted you a thumb greener than a dryad and your magic it's own boost.

After many years of trickery for it, your position is often one filled with quick, sword drawn fights, ending in adventurers' heads laying at your feet, staining the blessed lands with their sinful blood. It is an honour, truly it is, to defend such a vulnerable point.

... However, it does sometimes get boring. You haven't had the option of stealing a name in decades and the only fae who greet you also leave within seconds. The routine had gotten too common place, too repetitive. It would ruin everything you had worked towards to give up your post so soon, especially with the high expectations from the courts, but some moments you found yourself considering it.

And blessed be by Fate, the ground rumbled with something ferocious. The cave shook and trembled, not crumbling with its blessing but shaking nonetheless and it was exhilarating. Finally, a moment of excitement. How could the might creature outside not be for you to cleanse your boredom when it come at such a convenient time.

With quick hands you grab your bow and head out of the cave. There is no sun here, not with the thick enclove of trees that hide your world from the masses. As you walk, a dragon-kin greets you. Large horn-like antlers on their head, glittering like gold. Their scales ripple down, a sunset pink that rests soft against their pale human skin.

They do not stumble or stutter in their step when they see you, just come to a smooth stop a good few feet in front of you. "Which court are you from?"

"Seelie," You answer, pleasently surprised by the question.

"May the sun shine upon you," The dipped their head, a sign of respect that had you fluttering your wings-pleased. They fix their braid, tucking pieces of hair behind their ear. "I seek refuge in the fairyland, if I may have the honor."

It's with a happy grin that you nod, "Of course. Your people are our allies, refuge is but a small gift." Gesturing for him to follow, you turn back towards the cage. Truth be told your people haven't had to accept a dragon-kin in ages for they were too strong to need refuge. For one of them to ask now, you were sure he was going to bring excitement to the world!

"So," he started, trailing off a bit. "It's a nice cave you've got here... very roomy."

You snort despite yourself, the cave can be described in many ways but never, ever in your experience, as "roomy". The dragon-kin smirks, looking awfully chuffed with himself. "Our hidden entrances are small for a reason, dragon-kin. They are meant to be hidden."

"Fair point," They huff, trails of smoke following despite the relatively high tempatures of the day. "You can call me Techno, by the way."

"Not a real name, I assume," You grinned, looking back over your shoulder with a sharp-toothed grin. "It's rather foolish to do so, if you did."

"Nickname," He shrugs, not bothered as Techno bares their own friendly little sharp-toothed grin. "Is there something I can call you?"

"Humans refer to me as an Anchor so I've recently taken to it as a nickname," You set your bow against the cave's side, hand coming up to rest upon the overgrowth that cascades the rest of the cave. You pull it aside and wait for Techno to duck around you. "But you can call me whatever you please."

Their chest rumbles with a chuckle, in a way so unfamiliar to you and yet you crave it all the same. "If that's the case than you can do the same."

"I think I might," You laugh back, although a part of you is curious just how far you could that the name game. As you yourself pass through the vines, your beautiful home lay in wait. The entrance you guard over comes to a popular area in the kingdom, close to the heart of the capital mostly filled with shops but densely filled all the same.

"Welcome, Sunray," You rest your hands on your hips, a proud smile as you overlook the kingdom and its citizens you protect proudly and would resolutely die for. "Just don't eat anything people give you." They'd snatch Techno up the second they could and if he ate anything you couldn't stop them.

"I wouldn't come here unprepared," His golden horns glitter in the lights, your own personal drop of sun. His words are oddly skirting around blunt words, something you hadn't initially thought the dragon would try. "I've read my fair share about fae before coming here."

You smile at the self-confidence, knowing that if you truly craved his soul he'd be dancing until his feet bled dry in a fairy circle by now. "Careful, sunshine, us faeries do like the sun but you forget some would rather snuff it out in favour of eternal moon. A special few here wouldn't see the difference between you and the sun."

Techno's lips quirk up at the thought, as if it amused him more than scared him. "That'd prove a problem for them, I've been told I'm a tough one to kill."

"For your sake I hope that's true." And for some odd reason, maybe it's the willingness he accepts the nickname or just your oddly eager adoration, but you link your hand through his. Techno lets you tug him along to get another guard to watch your station, grinning when you carry him to fly past evening traffic. You know now, with the prettiest drop of sun hanging from your arms, that your boredom was the best thing that ever happened to you.

"Go faster!" Techno yells, looking so very pleased. You push yourself for the giggles that leave him, like honey to your ears.

{《☆》}

[YE ALL DRAGONFUCKERS COME HITHER OR SOME OTHER SHAKESPEAREAN BULL IDK IM DOING A ROMEO AND JULIET THING FOR ENGLISH AND ITS STUPID]

[Okay I only realized I didn't post this halfway through my Dream God post <the one I'm gonna post in like an hour idk>]

[Anyways guess whose brothers birthday is tommorow (today?) I do not have a gift. I only have my little pogchamps and you guys aren't tradeable. :(]

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