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]

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𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐱 𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

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{《☆》}

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴. "𝘚𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦."

𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥. "𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦."

{《☆》}

Welcome to my new Wilbur x M!Reader story! (<-Link)

Originally the hope had been to format it for both Tumblr and Wattpad but the way Tumblr works doesn't suit both the format and potential length so it'd staying on Wattpad for now. The hope is to post chapter links here for you all to read for now and then figure out a way to post on both sites.

Note: This story is something I've been working on for a bit and does not yet have an update schedule. One-shots will still be coming out and requests are still accepted.

Until next time,

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Wildest Wills 💜

[He/him pronouns]

[3600+ words]

Description: You and your sister Cairo are on your way to the Antartic Empire to stay with family. There is some trouble along the way. (Muffinteers x M!Reader)

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{《☆》}

"Cairo," you call, throwing a stick into the slowly growing fire. "It's getting late, kid."

Your sister's tent remains closed though, quiet even when she'd usually be complaining loudly about spending another night in the woods. You stretched quietly, almost letting it go if not for something in your head nagging at you.

"Hey, kid? You asleep already?" You glanced back at the fire, where you should be keeping watch as she slept. Stepping over a log you pushed aside a flap of the tent. Xyr bedroll was empty, xry covers still neatly set up and practically untouched.

"Well, shit..."

{《☆》}

Wiggling xyr fingers awkwardly, she tried to pull xry hand out of the tight knots. Xry socks scrapped against the floor as she hung, they were undoubtedly ripped which she was slightly upset about, they were xyr favourite pair. Cairo knew with hindsight that leaving xyr brother behind was the worst decision she could've made.

Huffing, she stopped for a moment to breathe. It was so stupid. All she wanted was to have a little fun and maybe steal a few gold coins off of them and they kidnap xem. Xyr pouch was tucked into one of the backpacks in front of xyr, so they were the real thieves. There were at least 4 copper coins that they were taking and not to mention the ugly one pocketing xyr dagger!

She was so going to tell her brother one of them hit on xyr. They are so going to regret kidnapping xyr. 

When she finally managed to pull xyr thumb out, one of xem kidnappers came out of the tent they had been talking in. She puffed xyrs chest out and glared, xyr heart beating as they walked over anyway.

"So, we've decided to kill you!" They clap their hands together enthusiastically, a wide grin on their face before they burst out laughing. "No, we're not. But you should've seen the look on your face! Hilarious. Anyway, we're going to keep you! Or Stevie'll keep you, she was adamant on not letting you die or selling you so this is the next best thing! You should thank her!"

"What?" She said, head spinning. They laughed again, less insane this time, and turned to leave. "Wait! What-? You can't-"

"We can, we are." They shrugged and ducked to get back in the tent.  She glared at the offending green, gritting xyr teeth as it stayed upright.

Looking up, she stood as tall as she could and started yanking xyr hand out. Dirt got in xyr socks as she managed to get a free hand. Pulling at the rope with xyr hand was so much easier than xyrs earlier nonsensical wiggling and she pulled it out quickly. Glancing back at the tent, she riffled through the bags and pulled out both xyr pouch and a pretty pink pouch and started running. 

She started off north, both pouches wound tightly closed and packed into xyr waistband. Cairo didn't even know if xyr brother was in that direction and ran with blind hope.

{《☆》}

You pressed your sword into the healer's neck, casting a critical eye around the campsite. The group of freelance mercenaries was beaten and forced on their knees. "Where is my sister?"

The tallest one laughed nervously, their eyes, violet eyes, darting around the camp and settling on a set of ropes before darting back to you quickly. They didn't have xyr then, but they had. The healer, who was crying pitifully, blurted out an answer. "We sold her."

"You're lying to me," you growled. "Now tell the actual truth or I'll chop your head off."

"I'm sorry." They gasped, breathless as they trembled. "She ran off. I don't know what way. Please don't kill me."

You dropped her to the ground and kicked her as a warning. They were useless to you now if she had already gotten out. If you were a stronger man, maybe you'd have killed them for it, but you weren't a killer yet and you didn't want them to be the first blood on your hands.

Wrapping your own rope around their wrists, you pulled them just a bit too tight. You may not kill them but they still took your sister.  

Hands wound tightly around your necklace, you followed your sister's trail with swift feet. Xyr movements were jerky and panicked, wrapping around a tree twice before they ducked into a low hanging canopy and started straight forward for what seemed like miles.

Cairo was a fast little gremlin when she wanted to be and it showed by how far you had to walk. But slowly it seemed your compass was honing in xyr position as it swivelled a bit to the left.

Rushing forward, you walked into another campsite with your sword drawn. You could see your sister's back to you, arguing with a masked fellow. "My brother is going to come for me, I don't need your help."

"It could take hours for him to navigate these woods." They stressed, their hand nowhere near their sword at their hip which meant you could knock him out and take Cairo without a struggle. "How would he even know where..."

A sword was pointed at your back, making you straighten up and pivot forward as the unknown swordsman swung too slowly. Keeping the momentum you dashed towards your sister and came sword to sword with the masked man in a hideous lime green cloak. Their mask was more menacing face to face, porcelain that shone like glass with the tiniest cracks and you could see the briefest glance of his tan skin. 

Cairo ducked out of the way, tucked close to you like a little baby bear to their mama. You dodged the dark-haired swordsman with a twirl, making sure to keep xem near you at all times. The masked man managed to get a lucky blow, cutting through your shirt right below where your compass hung around your neck. 

Gritting your teeth, you managed to knock the dark-haired swordsman to their knees and before the masked one could stab you through your kidney you wrapped your arm around the weakened man's neck and pulled them between you two.

"Try anything and I kill him." You threatened. Cairo hesitantly stepped behind you, glancing between all of you. The other's face was impossible to read with a mask on, but their knuckles went white before they dropped their sword.

"Don't you dare." They hissed. 

Narrowing your eyes at him, you took a quick glance back at Cairo. Unluckily for you, your captive grew a pair and elbowed you. Gasping, you kicked out wildly as you started falling backwards. Someone cursed and you took vindictive pleasure in causing them pain before Mask pointed their sword at your neck.

"Stop! Y/N-" Cairo stepped forward but you glared at xem. You glanced between xem and the forest and she obviously caught on. She didn't move though, still in the same place with the one you had previously held captive moving behind her.

Mask put their foot on your stomach and pressed a little too hard, making you gasp for breath. Glaring up at them, you let your grip on your sword go lax and waited.

"Don't ever threaten Sapnap again." His voice was venomous, still laboured with his effort to keep you down. They pressed down harder. "Or it'll be the last thing you do."

Baring your teeth, you heard something snap in the distance. Mask looked over quickly and you forced yourself to roll away. Mask stumbled heavily as 'Sapnap' stepped in front of your sister and towards you. 

"Stop fighting them!" Cairo shrieked desperately, panicked as Dream picked himself up faster than you expected.

"I promised..." You gasped for breath. "That I would protect you. And I intend to keep the damn promise."

"They aren't hurting me! They helped me!" She yells. When you pause, Mask manages to knock you down again and this time he doesn't go lax. Sapnap looks back at xem and his brows furrow. 

"Wait... is this the brother you were talking about?"

"Yes!"

Mask doesn't look away so you don't either. It's a particularly aggressive staring contest, but the fighting is more comfortable than the other stares people give you. Xyr huffs, moving past Sapnap and standing right by your side. "Dream, if you kick my brother again I will curse you."

'Dream' stared you down as he got off you, sword tightly held in his hands. You took a quick breath in and slowly got up, never taking your eyes off of him either. You weren't planning on losing this fight.

One of the voices in your head, the ones you usually try to suppress with varying success, pipes up with a teasing quip. "I really want those hands wrapped around my neck instead of his sword"

Grimacing, it still didn't break you.

"his hands but make it a necklace," another agreed.

"i want those thighs to... anyway"

"/rainbowchat"

"okay but that mask is kinda... ya knowww"

"bonk horny jail for all of you"

You couldn't help but look away. Your voices were making things take a very uncomfortable turn. Coming from the forest, two other men walked out and finally Dream looked away.

Cairo pressed close to you and instantly the voices went back to fussing over xem. You wrapped an arm around xem even though your arm was as sore as the rest of you. Goggles and Hoodie, as you dubbed them mentally, were glancing over at you a lot. Dream and Sapnap were probably telling them all about how you got your ass handed to you.

"Are you hurt?" You whisper asked. Cairo shook xyr head, wiggling xyr fingers in a so-so motion.

"Bad, the hoodie guy, gave me some balm for my feet and helped me wash off my rope burns." She whispered back and then gestured down to the new pair of sandals that were obviously too big for xyr feet. Then, in a meeker voice, she said, "I'm sorry for sneaking out."

You shake your head softly, adrenaline already draining. "Right now I'm just glad you're okay." Then, in the same voice your Dad used to speak with, you added. "We will be discussing your punishment later."

She pouted, already aware that she was losing xyr free-range privilege. Now you were going back to the days of kiddy leashes like when she was 8 and in an even worse rebellious phase. At least back than it was easier to pick xem up.

"Hello!" Hoodie, Bad technically but that was a weird name so you weren't calling him that, bounced over to you with a diplomatic smile. "So you're Cairo's brother?"

You nod slowly, you felt awkward standing there without your sword and virtually defenceless against four armed men. "I came here 'cause she was missing."

"Yeah, we found her looking for you after some people took her I suppose," Goggles added. You appreciated the fact that he didn't look you in the face, it was more than amusing especially since it happened so often.

With a mean grin, you said, "I already took care of them. They'll be hogtied in these woods until some bear comes and takes pity on them."

Cairo grins up at you, brushing xyr hair back and mimicking a crazy sign. "Those wackos were a special kind of crazy. Wouldn't be surprised if the bears ran from them."

Despite yourself, you chuckled at your sister's quips. Dream glanced over at you, like he was in disbelief you could perform the most menial task of laughing. The voices whispered in your head, their own, more flirty, or in some cases violent, quips.

You shrugged at him. Bad clapped his hands together, his face a bit off-put but understanding. "Well I know you two probably want to head back home and all but it is getting late. You two can stay here for the night if you want." Then he added on. "And since there are more of us it'd be safer too!"

You looked over at your sister. You didn't particularly like anyone there but Cairo was... well not in the best shape despite the act she put up. Xyr feet were still all bloody and probably a bit torn, xyr clothes in a mess of a state. She'd end up with hypothermia if she tried to go back at night, especially when it hits an all-time low.

"Yeah, I think we should." You finally say. Bad nods along with a pleasing smile, obviously already having your train of thought.

Goggles fixed his, well, goggles, pushing them up with a finger before taking them off altogether to put them back on. "Well, we should probably set up our extra tent then. If you can't tell, we weren't exactly planning to find a pair of homeless strangers in the wood."

"We aren't homeless," You instantly protest, despite the fact that it's technically true.

Goggles gives you an unimpressed look over and your voices instantly choose a new target to simp over until Dream grabs their attention again by scoffing. Although to be fair, in your slightly biased opinion, Goggles was better looking than Dream.

"Well, either way," They gesture to their camp. "We weren't prepared for visitors so we'll need a few minutes to find and set up your tent." He brushed some long pieces of hair behind his ear, giving a quick but pretty smile.

"That's fine. Thank you," You were mentally adding Goggles to the short list of people you'd let the voices simp over. After all, you did have a slight weakness for pretty boys and the voices would simp over just anyone if you didn't give them some fuel, case in point: Dream.

The masked individual was standing tense in front of you, his stare heavy. Dream's hands were tight on his sword, situating himself in front of Sapnap protectively. It was a silent threat to move away, daring you to fight him too,  but he cared more about keeping you away from Sapnap than fighting. How soft of him.

Cairo tugged on your sleeve, reminding you of your own protective streak. Glancing up, you gave a hardly noticeable dip of your head and turned away with your sister still tucked in your side. Who knows if Dream reacted to your silent truce or if he even realized you understood his anger. It didn't matter to you though, you were already helping Goggles (who introduced himself as George) finish the tent.

{《☆》}

Cairo knocked out on xyrs rolled out sleeping bag, tucked in snugly because the voices were extra over-protective of xyr injured state. She was thoroughly exhausted, dozing off seconds after she laid down.

You brushed some of xyrs hair back, gently tracing xyr hairline and cheek bone. You remembered when your Mama used to do this to you, humming a song to you in her native language as she gently traced a line from your nose up to your forehead. When the song came to a close, you'd always be asleep without fail. Mama never got to do that for Cairo, but you could.

Unexpectedly, your tent opens and Hoodie peeks in. "Oh, hi! Sorry to barge in but, uh–, we wanted to have a little group discussion about..."

"Us."

Bad nods, his cheeks flushed with an odd off-white blush. "We'll be around the campfire waiting!"

You glance back at Cairo, hesitating briefly. Chat was vehemently protesting leaving her alone but... you trusted xem. She wouldn't do it again and she knew to run if these men turned out corrupt. Picking up your sword, you awkwardly half crawled half squatted out.

Dream, Sapnap, and George were talking lowly. Quiet enough for you to not hear, unluckily enough.

Chat, however, seems to hear them just fine.

"Ouchie"

"Wow can't believe Dream would insult us like that"

"Smh just like every other yt boy"

"Heart been broke so many times..."

Well, that issue was slightly settled. As you walked over to them, a bit miffed at being insulted behind your back and tired, Hoodie noticed you.

"Hey–" They hesitated.

"It's Y/N." Glancing over at Dream and George, who were both giving you neutral looks. Surprisingly Sapnap was the only one grinning.

"Right." Hoodie coughed, wearing an awkward smile. "Well, please sit. I'm sure we can all have a nice and civil discussion."

Dream coughed, muttering to Sapnap.

"I will literally nuke him"

"If he says 1 more thing about my boy I will just start crying"

"Why do we even crush on yt men anymore we're too good for them"

Again, rude much.

You sat down right next to Bad, who you now had slightly more respect for, across from the Trio themselves. Sapnap gave you a polite smile and George was still the pinnical of neutral but Dream... that man was staring daggers at you. You could feel it.

"So, why was I called here again?" You are very aware you haven't asked yet, but the sentence structuring is better so you're ignoring it. For plot.

Sapnap leaned forward, completely unconcerned by how close he was to the fire. "Well first off, Dream wants an apology."

That was rather blunt, you tilt your head to the side to stare Dream directly in the eye and then back at Sapnap. The voices argue over whether or not Sapnap's toothy, boyish grin makes him simpable or not. Again, at least he's not Dream.

"The masked yt boy failed us we're sapnap stans now"

"Sapnap arson pog?"

"Is he yt? He looks yt"

"arson pog"

"ik dream is yt and evil and all but those arms tho..."

Fine, you would be the better and bigger person. "That's fair. Dream, Sapnap, I apologize for being wrong."

"Not for attacking them?" George asked, a brow raised coolly.

"I'm not sorry for defending Cairo. I didn't know who you were, I didn't care what happened to you." It was easy to explain, however rude and blunt it might sound. Your sister, to you, was of the highest priority. Her safety was number 1 to anything else. If you went back in time with the knowledge you have now, maybe you would've tried a different approach. Without that knowledge, however, you'd do it again in a heartbeat. "I am sorry that I was wrong. Sapnap and Dream weren't harming her, so I apologized."

George gives you a slow look before shrugging. "Good enough."

"I accept the apology!" Sapnap chuckled good-naturedly. How he was so easy going was odd, but the voices cooed warmly so you let it go. "No permanent harm done, all is forgiven."

"I suppose I understand." Dream nodded, his voice short and clipped. It seemed your apology hadn't managed to thaw his entire, frozened neutral persona but at the very least it was a room temperature persona now.

"We'd all do anything for the ones we love," Bad agreed, an understanding in his voice. Chat liked him, you realized, and you respected him. An excellent combination not to be skewered. He was rounded off corners at the edge of a table, easy to brush off but able to thoroughly damage someone or a dull pencil point that you accidentally dig into your finger. Innocent at first, harmless at second glance, but truly he was a peaceful persona.

Accidents or anger, and the peacefulness would be a weapon. Peaceful does not mean harmless.

"Well, I'll be off. I've got to get some sleep before we head out tomorrow."

"Tommorow?" Bad crows back. He has a look on his face, well meaning and eager to take in strays, not wanting to let you go yet. Worried, in simplest terms. "I don't think Cairo will be fully healed by tomorrow. Especially not enough for a long walk."

"No, she won't. But I'm planning on carrying xem back to camp." You tilt your head back, glancing at the tent. Cairo should be in xyr bedroll, resting xyr feet. Hopefully. Logically, you knew she would. Emotionally you were anxious to get back to xem.

"You two are welcome to stay here until she's fully healed?" Bad leaned closer, a kind and helping hand. They shook their head a tiny bit, thinking to themselves. "I know the tent isn't the most comfortable but we could set up a better tent tomorrow?"

"Thank you, you are very kind," And it is a sweet thought. Your voices are cooing at the demon already. "But I'd rather be on the road sooner rather than later. Cairo and I are on a tight schedule."

"Where you heading?" Dream tilted his head, like a confused puppy.

"The Antarctic Empire. We have family there. I—," Briefly, you hesitate and glance back at Cairo's tent. "I think it'd do xem some good to be around family again."

Sapnap and Bad nod sympathetically, if not in slight pity. It's an irritating emotion but you've gotten used to it.

"We'll, we weren't planning on heading there but I'm sure a small detour is fine!" Bad glances over at the rest of his group. They shrug or nod and Bad grins. "It's not that far and we've been quite a few times before. We can help navigate around anywhere you might need."

"Anywhere," George says ominously, snickering with Sapnap.

"Maybe," Its all you can think to say. Your voices want to go with them, the load of simps. And logic says to stay away. Ultimately your decision would be left up to the ultimate tie breaker..

Cairo.

"I'm heading out for the night. Thanks again for the tent."

"No problem!" Bad waves you off.

The night is cool but not cold. The crickets are loud in a comfort white noise way. It's nice, the voices agree. Maybe, just maybe, a small part of you wants Cairo to agree.

{《☆》}

[Cairo's Pronouns: She/Herself/Xem/Xyr]

[Nope, this is my longest fic. Luckily this was written digitally and my hands are fine. I'm so bored rn might nap.]

[I am planning on connecting a few fics together for fun. This might be getting a part two with sbi as the main part. I do be liking my dreamteam relationship arc tho... that is what I was hinting at btw I just was in a dream Stan mood bcus of his song WHICH IS FIRE GO LISTEN]

[I don't have anything else to say so goodnight. OH WAIT, Karl post next fyi! Now I'm done.]

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𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴. "𝘚𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦."

𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥. "𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦."

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CHAPTER TWO IS OUT !!

The schedule is now set to once a week, every saturday! :3

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aaaaaa so I read one of your prince!eret posts and I had an idea! (I would've wrote it myself but I wouldn't have done it any justice)

but what if Prince!Eret had a little brother? and that was reader?? maybe reader is a little rebellious and sneaks out into the villiage or smth and meets the bench trio who don't know reader is the youngest prince? so they just kinda of spent the whole day together doing stuff until Prince Eret and maybe some of the Knights find them?

idk have a wonderful day/night :)

This came out a lot angstier than the first draft had been ahskfj

Little Rebel Prince 💛

[He/him pronouns]

[3000+ words]

Description: After an argument with your brother, King Eret, you sneak out of the castle. During your adventure you meet three odd, wonderful boys. (Platonic Eret + Benchtrio x M!Reader)

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Eret sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. His quill (how old school) is dropped to the side, staining a random piece of parchment and the edges of his sleeves. "For the last time, Y/N, you cannot attend dinner with King August."

"Why not?" You asked, not for the first time.

"Because you're too young. We're trying to discuss a peace treaty and I can't trust you not to ruin it." Eret is blunt, finally pulling his sleeve out of the wet ink splotch and grimacing. They look into your eyes, an uncomfortable feeling really, and their expression softens. "I really wish you could be there but this dinner is not a thing we can risk. Our borders are being contested so if we want this to end peacefully-"

"I can't be around to mess it up," You cut in blithely, managing to keep a smile on your face even as your brother's fell. "Got it. Well then, I'll be in my room, making no noise and pretending I don't exist."

Eret looks older suddenly, more exhausted as they lose their words before they can even grasp them. It leaks out of every pore, staining his stare blank and deepening the bags beneath his eyes. You've never seen a person lose so much life so quickly, nonetheless he doesn't say anything as you turn. Even as you linger in the hallway, the door stays shut and so you don't let the stares of Raven and Katrina weigh you down even as every step feels like a mile.

{《☆》}

You want some sweets. Not the ones in the castle, salted more than sweetened since that's what Eret likes, but the ones from the outskirts of the kingdom where the best sweets are smuggled from "L'Manchildburg". Normally, you'd just ask Eret to send you off with Sara or Kori but for obvious reasons you refused to do so.

In vindictive anger, you stepped out of your room despite whatever wordless promise you had made. There were no guards, an oversight really but it was an oversight that would be saving you some trouble. With quick hands, you push the large painting on the wall to the side and pressed your thumb to the sharp pointed thimble.

Blood dripped onto the metal and soaked into it, glowing a faint gold glow. The walls shifted, opening to long, large corridors of stone carved to perfection. Simple cracks layered the sides and you traced where Eret had carved both of your initials as a marker, running through the halls with you, getting lost and trying not to cry. You pulled away, something bitter lodged in your throat.

The labyrinth was made by your father as a gift for Eret's obtained kingship. Herobrine was not an amazing father but no one can say he does not try.

Quick steps forward, ignoring the way the walls shift in place as they read your intentions, making way to the capital. More specifically it seemed, a dimly lit alleyway with a knocked over trash can resting at you feet. The wall clicked shut behind you, lines smoothing away and melting back into brick walls.

The road was slanted, an odd sort of tension to going down and a struggle to walk up but you've walked it so many times that getting the perfect footing was practically automatic. The restaurants littering the sides were fairly loud for the daytime, doors caught wide open for any customer to step into. You distract yourself with catching the new prices for entering, a few dollars up for the steak-house but three dollars down for the pub. Easily enough, you're standing at the top.

This area is flatter, easier to walk, but it goes down long enough that you'd end up going in circles for hours and still not seeing everything it had to offer. A passing street musician plays a bit louder for you but you step past quicker, they'd never stop bothering you if you showed any interest, though you admit that they had an excellent voice.

Turning a corner, you stepped into a familiar café. A red-tie* owned sweets shop ran by Niki, a nice lady who had dual citizenship somehow. It had a nice atmosphere despite that, soft lighting handing from the ceiling with vines tangled with the cord. High top tables pushed against the wall, beanbags pushed into a corner near some plants, a front counter wide enough to sit and eat at.

It's nice, not overly colourful but with enough plants and throw pillows to break up the monotony. You took a seat at the counter, brushing off a few crumbs leftover by a past customer. "Niki! You here?"

A soft laugh from behind you, "It's my café of course I am."

You spin the chair, leaning back against the counter. "Just thought I'd ask," You spin again as she steps behind the counter. "Are you still serving (f/s)?"

"Of course," Niki laughs again, a teasing little smile on her face. "I wouldn't be your favorite cafe if I didn't."

"Mighty confident there, Niki," You press your lips together but it can't stop your smile from growing. "What if I liked that one café on Oreli street better?"

Niki gasp, exaggerated and scandalized. "You wouldn't dare."

"Oh but I would," You are openly smiling now, a bit of an ache in your cheek that's not really helping. "Maybe I should go there now—"

"Enough teasing," Niki rest her hands on her hips, still smiling. "Do you want your (f/s) or not?"

"I do, thanks Niki," You shamelessly laugh. "As many a you've got, actually."

"You're going to dry out your pockets before the festival even starts!" The reminder makes you brighten up, even as Niki shakes her head fondly. Racking her knuckles across the kitchens shared wall, she calls out. "Ranboo, we need (f/s) please."

A small crash sounded from the kitchen, followed by skidding as the door was cracked open the barest amount, a half-white half-black enderman staring blearily at the ground. With a lighter colour face, they blurted out an vague noise of agreement and ducked back through the door.

Niki looked over at you and you looked at her. After a comically long time, she sighed and wiped her hands on a towel. "I have to go check on him don't I."

"It is your café," You nodded along, tipping your chair back a bit. "I will just wait here and—!"

Niki reached over and strong-armed you over the counter. "Nope, if I have to deal with it, so do you,"

You grumble as she let's you walk around the counter. Glancing at each other, you take the first step in.

The organized neatness of the café is ruined by the disaster that was the kitchen. The counters were cluttered with messy pots and pans, cartons of milk tilted and spilling onto the floor with egg shells broken into hundreds of tiny pieces beneath your feet. Dishes were pilled high in the large sinks, including some extras sat in relatively neat stacks by the spilled milk. A pile of mud sits on a plate, smudge marks that were probably made by someone liking it. You really don't wanna know.

"Niki, I know what it looks like," The ram-boy says slowly, backing into a taller but more scrawny avian-boy. "But I have a good reason for what happened."

"Oh yeah," With her hands on her hips and raised brows, Niki briefly entertained the ram-boy. Mistake number one. "Okay, what happened?"

"Uhm, DISTRACTION!" They screamed, immediately sprinting for the back door. At the same time the avian boy screeched incomprehensible noises with garbled curses and uselessly flapped their wings to the door. With a startled gasp, Niki accidentally pushed you towards the half-white half-back enderman hybrid who startles a yelp and everything twists.

You fall to the floor, head fuzzy with black dots like flickering lights. Someone cursed above you, reaching down to pull you to a stand. "Look what you did, Ran—bow."

"It's Ran-boo," Another voice, deeper and squeakier than the other voice at the same time. "But they fell onto me!"

"No one's allowed to fall for you except me!" A third voice said indignantly with a small air of humour, a large stomp like a tantrum knocking you more on whoever picked you up. "We should just leave them here before Niki finds us."

"She'd be even angrier if we left her friend here alone like this," The deep voice said, attempting to reason with the angry voice. The person holding you tightens their grip at the thought, holding you up a bit more. "So please, can we not."

"Fine, for Niki," The angry voice pouts, loudly dropping to the floor. "Can I draw on their face while they're asleep?"

"No, Tubbo, you can't draw a penis on their face." Deep voice guy sighed, sounding like your brother whenever you prank Lord Dream (as if you don't do it everytime he visits).

"Aww man."

You blink, murky colours still flooding your visions but focusing more with every blink. You're leaning against a tall blond in a red and white shirt, his bony shoulder digging into your cheek as you lean against him. "What's going on?"

Your attempt at comprehensible words was mediocre at best, but you'll suppose it's good enough. Looking at the hybrid who teleported you there, a second wave of nausea comes tumbling out of your mouth.

As everyone scurries back, your yanked by the avian hybrid who had yet to let you go. Bringing your hand upon to wipe at spit and your half-digested lunch, you finally feel normal again. Pulling away from the avian, who happily let's you with a grumbled "Ew," at your throw up trail, you stand up tall and try to regain any respect your sickness had thrown away. "Well that was kind of rude."

You cringe, the voice of your brother reprimanding you in spirit. But the avian and ram start giggling to each other, making deep mocking voices of your words at the enderman hybrid. "C'mon guys, I already said it wasn't my fault!"

When he turns to you, he bows his head low, "I'm so sorry for teleporting you. Tubbo's told me it really sucks when you're not an enderman. I'm really sorry!"

"It's... fine," You shrug, grimacing at the taste of your own stomach fluids coating your teeth. "I mean, it wasn't intentional so no harm, no foul."

"See, Boo, you're fine!" The ram pats their shoulder with a bit of difficulty—you think their name is Tubbo so the other would be Ranboo— and dusting off their pants as they stand up. "I'm Tubbo!"

"I'm Y/N," You take the offered hand, trying to replicate your brother's strong handshake. Tubbo giggles despite the effort, his grip turning into Iron as well. It's almost a contest between you two. Who has the stronger hand grip?

Sadly, you've come to a loss and Tubbo whoops with victory. Turning to the avian, you stick your hand out. "Nice to meet you, chicken boy. I'm Y/N."

"I am not a fucking chicken! I don't even look like a chicken!" If he was an actual animal, you'd imagine it'd look like he had rabies. Foaming at the mouth with anger, chittering aggressively and non-stop. "Fuck you man! I'm not a chicken."

"Alright, alright, my bad." You backtrack quickly, hands raised in a placating motion. "I would like to know your name though chi–regular boy."

The avian gave you the stink eye, "The name's Tommy Innes! And don't call me that either." They set their hands on their hips in a close imitation of Niki. "You're a right prick."

"I prefer the words 'difficult to handle', it's a lot easier to read on your report card, ya know?" Suddenly you cringe again, the reminder of your brother's face when you did read it to him coming back to haunt you. Fixing your posture, you stick your hand out again after putting it down. "Nice to meet you."

Tommy takes your hand, his hands surprisingly calloused. "Your introduction was shit."

{《☆》}

You don't exactly remember why you followed them or why they let you follow them, all you remember is the exciting feeling of truly enjoying yourself, feeling light with every step, your face aching from smiling so hard and your stomach twisted with laughter. It was nice, so incredibly nice.

All good things must come to an end eventually though and the sound of trumpets sounding in the streets scare the shit out of you.

"Fuck," You curse through a handful of marshmallow Tommy had given you. "Fuck, shit, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck."

"What's wrong?" Tubbo asks, strangely concerned. "Are you okay?"

"The King is on his way," You say as you try chewing quicker. The taste of too many marshmallows stick to your tongue, the taste stuck between your teeth and caught in your throat. It tastes like air now. "He's probably already here."

"What's wrong with that?" Tommy asks, face serious and lips drawn to an aggressive sneer. "Is he bothering you? I swear if he's messing with you—"

"No, Prime no," You say, louder than planned. "He's not, it's just, I can't be found by him."

"Are you sure—?" Ranboo starts, cut off by the noise of clattering metal and horse steps. Whirling around quickly, you're already done for. Too many soldiers to evade surround you, practically boxing you into the bench you're sitting at.

"Your majesty, we've found him," A soldier calls out, one hand resting on their holster as they watch you all. "Three unidentified subjects around him, all equipped."

You whirl back to look at them and wow is it a sight. Your new buddies, the practically harmless friends you've made—Tubbo cried when he killed a bee— are all wearing full netherite armour, sharp blades than you've ever wielded in their hands. "Guys...?"

"Y/N, get behind us," Tubbo says, eyes hidden by the helmets shadow. Something about his voice frightens you, but yet still being near him isn't scary. You aren't scared of him hurting you. For some reason you trust them all not to. But still...

Your brother steps up and you sink a bit, following Tubbos directions and hiding in hopes he somehow magically forgets about you in the next three seconds.

"Y/N, you said you'd be in your room." Eret says with an infuriatingly level voice. It is like the moon is dipping the sunset, cusping their back just enough for the light to shine down and flare around your brother, truly a king fit to rule the world. "Honestly I don't know what I expected from you."

You feel embarrassment claw at your throat, fighting with the rage in your stomach and suddenly you feel the urge to hurl. Tommy is at your side, one hand holding their sword up and the other offering a sort of protection for you. The consequence though, that is what paralyzes you.

"Your royal highness, please end this foolishness. We do not wish to harm your friends." A soldier calls, a beckoning hand outstretched as if you're a frightened animal awaiting rescuing.

Another wave of anger bubbles over you, pushing your embarrassment to your heels to be dragged with. "You dare threaten my friends. They have done anything you didn't force them to."

"Those are Mud Trackers**," Eret spits out, though the words don't surprise you. "Tommy Innit, Tubbo Underscore, Ranboo Beloved, all of them fought against us."

"You were one of them once too," You yell back but still there is a disconnect when Tommy flinches next to you. The truth is out. You are royalty and they are the tentatively neutral country, enemies forged through blood. They could have killed your brother and your brother could have killed them. You don't know whatever history that is hiding in Eret's anger but neither side are taking it well. "Stop taking your anger at me on them! If you're gonna fight anyone, fight me!"

The thought makes your brother step back, face falling into the first emotion you've seen on his face. Guilt. "I'm not going to fight you, and if you return I'm not going to fight them either."

"What if I dont," You say and there is a clenched hurt that comes with those words. "Will you kill them?"

"No, you know I wouldn't Y/N," Your brother says and it is softer, quieter. Eret sighs, crown tipped and without the sunlight he is just as inhuman as you, pain written into the curve of his frown.  "Please just come home."

Tommy looks over at you and they are still angry even as they put their sword away. "Go fix this. If you need us, you know how to find us."

Not-quite-relief washes down your throat at Tommy's words. Ranboo and Tubbo keep their weapons but they too step back. Looking over at your brother, you walk with all the grace embued in your lineage, chin held high. As you greet Eret, he pulls you into a hug.

"I was so worried, Y/N," he mutters, arms wrapped around your shoulders as you burrow into his chest. "I'm sorry for being a dick. Please never do that again,"

"Okay," You manage to say, muffled in your brother's shirt. "But you are still kinda being a dick."

"Okay, I'll do better," He says, quiet and true. "Let's go home."

Before he can stop you, you pull away. Turning back to your friends, you wave, "I'll see you again soon, bye."

Ranboo waves back but Tommy and Tubbo look at each other and just nod. "Bye."

Eret doesn't say anything to your friends but there is something horribly sad in their smile. Maybe they had more history than just fighting, who knows. He turns to you, outstretched hand waiting for you. You take it easier than before. It isn't great, but it's something.

{《☆》}

*red-tie is a neutral term referring to L'Manburg citizens

**mud trackers is an insult to L'Manburg citizens based on their usually dirty appearances and lack of advanced equipment early in the war.

[YOOOOOOO I FINALLY FINISHED THIS HOLY COW! This took way longer to do my horrible procrastination finally stopped today (ngl I wrote like 1k words in a panic today) I'm so sorry this took forever but in my defence... yup]

[ANYWAY TO CELEBRATE HALLOWEEN IM GONNA DO A BIT OF A MONSTERDATERS EVENT WHERE ITS ONLY EVER MONSTER AND DEMONS AND SHIT NO KISS KISS FOR HUMANS]

[I do have a date for Distance btw, Nov 13 is when the first chapter shall come out. Go self-care drink water eat food and sleep if it's later than 11pm byeee]

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