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Reacting to You Going Missing
Here’s a little thing I was thinking of all weekend. Figured I would share. Some of these are cc! and others are c! so like. I dunno. Some you can interpret in either I think.
Dream:
- Insists on looking for you every. single. day. - Spends as much time as possible looking. - Loses sleep. Not that he sleeps much anyway, though. - “Listen, none of you seem to understand. I need them here.”
George:
- Also spends a lot of time looking for you, but promises to keep taking care of himself for you. - “If I take care of myself, will you come back home?” - Is very affected, and oftentimes stops something early.
Sapnap:
- Is essentially a wreck without you. - Pushes people away who are trying to support him in such a difficult time. - “I’m not leaving the search until we find them.” - He does cry, but it’s hardly around others.
Badboyhalo:
- It doesn’t matter how long it takes, as long as the police bring you back. - “Can’t you guys keep looking? Please, just keep looking for them. I miss them so much, and I want them home...” - Takes care of any of your pets and keeps your room tidy.
Skeppy:
- He makes all the usual wise cracks and such but it doesn’t feel the same without you. - Sometimes he’ll slip up and just go quiet, thinking about how much he misses you. - “Sorry guys. Give me a moment.”
Techno:
- Would absolutely stay up every night until you came back home. - Spends a lot of time thinking about where you could have gone, but usually can’t bring himself to go look. - Brings his ideas of your whereabouts to the police instead.
Tommy:
- Explosive as heck at literally anyone. - Someone tries to comfort him? An immediate “piss off” from Tommy. - Even gets angry with the police. - “You aren’t trying hard enough! Find Y/N right now!”
Tubbo:
- Draws pictures of you. They may not be the best, but it’s his only way of remembering what you look like. You never did like to take photos of yourself. - Makes your favourite drink sometimes to feel closer to you. - “I understand that the police are doing their job, but... I miss Y/N so much.”
Phil:
- Writes a letter to you every day, so that you have something personal when you get back, and so you don’t miss a thing that happened. - Takes good care of your trinkets and personal objects. - Helps Tubbo with his drawings of you sometimes if Tubbo forgets too much. Phil remembers you quite well.
Ranboo:
- Finds it hard to function with you gone. - Writes what he remembers about you in his book. - Tries to find you, but with him trying to keep calm and not get too emotional, it doesn’t take long for him to need a break.
Awesamdude:
- Panicked is one way to put how he feels. - As soon as he gets the news, he’s already grabbing his jacket and going to join the search party. - “We have to find them. We have to find Y/N. What if they’re hurt?” - Very open to the support from others.
Schlatt:
- At first, he doesn’t believe it. - “Y/N? Missing. Yeah, I don’t think so.” - It takes him a couple of days, and then when he finally believes it, he’s making calls and looking for you as much as he can.
Niki:
- Trying to keep all of your stuff as it was when you were there last. Sometimes she just sits in your room and soaks the atmosphere in. - Prays every night for your safety.
Wilbur:
- Writes songs that he promises himself he’ll sing to you when he finds you. - Spends a lot of time busying himself with work and music so he doesn’t think too much about you. - When he does think about you, he gets very sad and often cries. - “I just want them back home.”
Reacting to You Being Found
Per request, here’s the sequel to them reacting to you being missing! Enjoy!
Dream:
- Is immediately holding onto you so tightly and refusing to let go. - “Dream, I’m okay, you can let go!” “Nope. Never again.” - Is very protective and hardly ever leaves your side so you don’t disappear again.
George:
- The first thing he does is take a nap, but clings to you very tightly. - Makes you food, makes sure you take care of yourself like he took care of himself when you were gone. - Does a lot of thanking whoever or whatever made the universe for bringing you back to him.
Sapnap:
- The first time he’s willingly crying in front of someone and it’s over you being home. - He has never felt such strong relief in his life and immediately squeezes you tightly while just full-on sobbing. - “Y/N, where the fuck did you go?? You scared me!” - Guard dog Sapnap, anyone?
Badboyhalo:
- Also probably crying a little, but happy tears! He makes sure you know it’s happy tears too. - “I knew eventually they would find you! I begged them to keep looking, and... I’m glad it worked.” - Talks about how he took care of your pets. He did take your pets with to see you, so of course you’ve got some welcome back snuggles with him and the animals.
Skeppy:
- “oHH MY GOD YOU’RE BACK” - Also hugging you extremely tight and talking about how much he missed you. - “Skeppy, I can hardly breathe, you’re hugging too tight.” “HOLD YOUR BREATH Or SOMETHING AND LET ME HUG YOU A LITTLE LONGER”
Techno:
- Very chill but internally is so, so happy you’re back. - “You’re alive. I’m glad. I wasn’t of much help in finding you, though. I was too cowardly. Sorry.” - A cup of tea and a book later, and it feels like everything between you two is just as it should be.
Tommy:
- Acts like he’s pissed, but he’s also super happy to see you alive and back home! - “Where the fuck were you? Trying to sneak off or something?” - You heard about how he acted with the police and tried scolding him, but he wouldn’t listen anyway.
Tubbo:
- “Y/N! I missed you so much! Here, Phil helped me with these!” - Once he explained what the drawings of you were for, you were the one absolutely sobbing. - He did so well in remembering you. You were glad the two of you were friends.
Phil:
- Gives you the letters he wrote every day for you. A lot of the contents talked about how he never gave up his search for you and how he missed you dearly. - Once again, you’re in tears. So is he, though. - “Also, I dusted all your little shiny things. I figured you would appreciate that.”
Ranboo:
- Feels like he didn’t do much as far as your search went. - “Y/N, I’m sorry for not looking hard enough for you, I wrote what I could remember about you and I spent a lot of time with Tubbo to remember what you looked like, and-” - You hugged him very hard, and said, “Thank you for being a good friend.”
Awesamdude:
- Asking a tonne of questions, like, “Are you hurt? Where did you go? Was it scary? Were you stolen away?” - Basically, he’s talking circles around you the entire way home, and he’s holding your hand tightly and sort of refusing to let go. He doesn’t want to lose you again!
Schlatt:
- “Gone for how long now? Did you get involved in a gang or some shit?” - You already know how hard he worked to get the police to keep looking, but you give him the benefit of the doubt. - That night, and many nights after though, he’s staying up later than usual to make sure you don’t disappear.
Niki:
- “Y/N? I... I was so scared you wouldn’t come back, I...” - Of course she’s crying. She thought she had lost you. - She sits the two of you down to talk about it over tea, and you cuddle afterwards to wind down after an emotional rollercoaster of a day.
Wilbur:
- “I didn’t think they would find you. Took them long enough,” He jokes, ruffling your hair, putting his jacket on your shoulders and heading home with you. - As promised, he sings the songs he wrote for you while you’re seated on the couch. - “I’m glad you’re home. I missed you so much.”
Reacting to Your Music
Request: hiii <3 could you possibly do hcs of mcyts of your choosing reacting to your original music? Thank you so much in advance if you can :)
A/N: listen, I write my own music so this was very nice to write. Enjoy!
Dream:
- “You made this? Y/N, this is really good.” - I feel like he would totally be up to make a song with you if you ever felt like it - Would probably listen to it a lot by himself because he is just so proud
George:
- He loves your music, there’s no doubt about it! - He would probably want you to play it for him on stream or something so others can hear and react to it. - “They are so talented, you guys can’t even comprehend it.”
Sapnap:
- Will he learn all the lyrics and belt them out when it’s stuck in his head? Yeah. - “Stream, you guys need to hear these bars that Y/N wrote. Straight fire.” - Supports your music career entirely and is your biggest fan.
BadBoyHalo:
- As long as there aren’t curse words, he entirely enjoys it! Maybe a few curse words are okay.. - “This is super good! I’m proud of you, Y/N.” - Will talk about your music to friends and followers.
Quackity:
- “Do a song with autotune next.” - All jokes aside, he’s also really into it! -He would probably put it on during a stream.
Wilbur:
- He wants to learn how to play it, and will do so. - He’s very supportive of your music and finds it to be fantastic. - Will listen to it quite often because it’s just so frickin good.
Ranboo:
- It is the vibe. He vibes hard to it. - He’s very proud that he’s friends with such talent! - Probably asks a lot of questions about your whole process because he is just fascinated.
Tommy:
- “It better not be rubbish, Y/N.” - Of course it’s not rubbish and he ends up really liking it. - Boasts on Twitter and/or TikTok about having a wickedly talented friend
Remember? - Platonic Ranboo x Reader
Request: a formal request for Ranboo angst.
A/N: fair enough. sobs
Theme: you wanted angst? I’ll give you angst. Cry.
Warnings: general angst and repeated words, buuuut if I miss something lemme know.
Characters: c!Ranboo, Y/N
If only he could remember what he'd done.
Maybe then Y/N wouldn't be cowering. Flinching at the sight of him.
"What did I do?" When his long-time friend wouldn’t answer, he took a few steps back and sat on the ground. “Y/N, please...”
Y/N turned their head and hid their face, because as much as they would have loved to say that nothing had happened... they couldn’t. Not again. The amount of times that Y/N had played off Ranboo’s random outbursts and lapses in memories as him just sleepwalking was too many to count. Even worse, these episodes had become more and more frequent.
Awkwardly and slowly, Ranboo made his way closer to his friend, who just glared in such a sad way that tears pricked at the enderman hybrid’s eyes. It stung. Maybe he deserved it. Y/N had never looked at him this way.
“Don’t come any closer.”
Ranboo stopped in his tracks, holding up his hands in a surrender. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t even know what you did.”
Ranboo wiped at his eyes, which only stung more. Don’t get worked up. Please don’t get worked up. Don’t do it don’t do it don’tdoitdon’tdon’tdon’tdo-
He felt like he was floating, suspended in nothing but darkness. Where was Y/N? Where was the grass, the grass he always liked? Where did the flowers go? Where was everything?
He tried his hardest to shout, but his pleas were silenced, his words cut short.
And on the other end, Y/N slowly inched away from the Ranboo who wasn’t stuck. Who wasn’t pleading endlessly and silently for anyone to help him.
Y/N could never forget the purple glow that had enveloped the once red and green of his eyes, which matched the telltale glow of his enchanted axe.
There’s nothing I can do for you, Ranboo.
They ran, for that was the only thing they could do anymore.
Michael and His Three Platonic Dads 💛
(699 words lol)
(Any but you are referred to as Dad)
Description: You are just a regular streamer that gets roped into the BeeDuo Family.
[Read the rest under the cut]
You chewed on your pop tart, scrolling through Twitter. Things were a bit random today, with people mentioning you in a bunch of random pictures of a baby piglin. Maybe your brand was built off of your piglin-esque skin but that didn't mean you wanted your fans tagging you in every tweet mentioning the piglin they named 'Micheal.
As you scrolled through them all, you found a tweet that mentioned how this all started.
"RandomTwitterAcc @doesntexistthisisfanfic
Ranboo and Tubbo adopting Michael and then everyone just forcing @ogpiglin into the role of third father is everything"
You raise a brow. You've heard about your fellow minors who stream minecraft before. They'd gotten insanely popular, so of course you had. But you've never interacted with them before.
It's just your luck that the first time you do, it's because the fandom is forcing you to adopt their piglin child, Michael, too.
Honestly? You've had worse introductions to people. When you had first met Georgenotfound, it was going against him in chess and trash talking him the whole time.
You're friends now, but thrashing someone in a game that's being broadcasted to thousands isn't always taken well. You're just lucky that the stans didn't come after you for it.
You did have a stream in thirty minutes, maybe you could make it apart of your stream to tweet about Michael. You could "officially" adopt him while on stream. That'd probably be good enough content before you got to your actual content. Which you still hadn't decided between an old lucky block mod with interactive chat or joining random fan's realms. Decisions, decisions.
{《☆》}
In the end, lucky blocks had been too tempting. Who wouldn't want to relieve the nostalgia of their childhood?
Of course though, you had already mentally promised yourself to address the whole baby piglin situation. (And likely add gasoline to the flames)
"Hey chat!" You exclaimed loudly, the soft noise of Pigstep playing as your intro music. Chat was a mix of "hi" and "ba ba ba ba" with a few mentions of Michael. "How are you all doing today?"
You hummed along to Pigstep as you chat responds. You glance over donos and chucklewhen you realize a majority are about Michael. Yeah, it's best to get over with it.
"Alright guys! Before we get into playing Minecraft, I want to do something fun." You grin mischievously at the camera. It's not an expensive camera, nor is the rest of your set up, but it's been with you since you started streaming last year and you've gotten attached. Chat even named it a multitude of things, although the one they commonly use is nugget.
Maybe it's your fault for wrapping it in gold wrapping paper for Christmas. The name "gold nugget" just caught on and then nugget was founded. It's shorter but honestly, you've taken to calling it, lovingly, a piece of shit.
"We are going to officially adopt that one baby piglin from the Dream smp, Michael, on Twitter. Because why wouldn't we want to break Twitter?"
Chat enthusiastically cheered you on. Your mods were probably half-way close to putting it in money mode, but you just laughed and pulled up Twitter.
Techno stans me @ogpiglin
Everyone wants me to, so now I'm adopting Michael. @Ranboosaystuff and @TubbosLive we are all now Michael's dads.
{《☆》}
You giggled, almost drunkenly, a few hours later. It was almost 3am, but you were having a lot of fun. Glancing over at chat, something you hadn't done in a while, you realize chat was excitedly yelling about Tubbo and Ranboo being in chat.
"Oh?" You raise an eyebrow to chat. "Apparently my fellow dads are in chat."
"Welcome!" You spin in your chair, flinging your hands into the air before you wobbily clutch your desk to stop a few seconds later. "I should probably vip you two. Give me a second... and done!"
Instantly, the duo spams "check discord".
Getting the message to check discord, you pull it up to see a pair of friend requests from them. Accepting instantly, you send a quick "hi".
A bit awkward. Especially since you're suddenly being roped into helping them raise Micheal in the dsmp.
{《☆》}
[I found a photo from late 2020 that reminded me that my cavetown obsession was so unhealthy that I had been in their top 1% on spotify. Twas the good ol' days, sigh.]
[L0v3, k1ng]
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About me
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)
[Read the rest under the cut]
{《☆》}
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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💜 Baes, Bandaids, and Beaches
[Gender Neutral]
[400+ words]
Description: You complain about the cut on your foot to your own personal boy-next-door bestie Ranboo.
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"I cut my foot," You whine at Ranboo, who's currently sitting on the floor next to your bed, just laughing at you. "It's not funny, it hurts!"
"Oh poor baby-man, can't handle a small cut," Ranboo rolls his eyes but obligatorily puts their hand put. You set your foot in it with wiggling toes and he rolls his eyes again. He looks over the cut, which is admittedly not that ugly, and winces in sympathy when he spots the puffy red skin around it.
"Oh geez, you definitely need to bandage that. Do we even have any band-aids though?" Ranboo sets your foot back and you pull it towards yourself, falling back on your bed.
"We?" You smile, amused. "Since when did you live here?"
"Since your dads stopped asking where I came from when I came down for dinner," Ranboo says, fully deadpan. He stands up, stretching his egriously long limbs out before moving towards your bathroom. "So, do we?"
"I dunno, check the drawers I guess?" You scratch at the area around your foot, grimacing. You love living by the beach (and it's even better that it's just a walk away) but sometimes days like these happen and you trip on the wrong stone and have to suffer with the consequences of your own actions. Okay, maybe you're a tad dramatic right now but it doesn't really hurt!
"Find any, Bae?" You call out, turning on your stomach to look at your bathroom door.
"Call me Bae again and I won't give them to you!" He calls back, already walking out with a box of Disney princess band-aids in hand. He just sighs at your grinning face and passes them over.
"Thank you, Bae," You reach out and pat his cheek before he turns away.
His face sours comically, though you can see him holding back a smile. "Whatever, I'm gonna go ask your dad for some lemonade."
"Dad's out right now, ask Pa!" You shout but Ranboo doesn't react so you shrug and just assume he heard you. God, you hardly remember the days Ranboo wasn't living right next to you but sometimes it hits you that he's just involved with everything you do now.
You can hear Ranboo going up your stairs, 2 at a time like always, and grin. It's a lot but you enjoy it anyways. Now, if you can just convince him to let you crash his streams...
{《☆》}
[I was replaying Our Life (FREE TO PLAY SO GO PLAY ITS SO CUTE AND LOVELY) and I wanted to write about best friend neighbour's. Whether it's the romantic boy-next-door type or just friends, up to you.]
[Also I haven't posted real writing since like three days before my birthday which means it's been like two months. Uh oh. So take this small thing I wrote on the plane and I promise I'll have something longer in a few days. Peace, love you all. Take care of yourself, you matter!!!]
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💜 DAY 4 OF MONSTER WEEK — DEMON RANBOO
[1100+ words]
[Gender-neutral]
Description: Summoning goes wrong (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!)
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"Y/N, are we sure this is really going to work?" Tubbo pokes at the candles you had arranged perfectly before he messed with them--
"Yes, Tubbo, I checked three times already, Tommy stop it!" Tommy flinches, spinning around and hiding the salt container behind his back. It's a very bad hiding spot considering the salt Is still rapidly pouring out, very loudly, into a pile next to him. "Give me that! You guys are ruining my summoning circle!"
"It's not ruined," Tommy protested weakly. The box finally empties out and he lifts it, as if to show it off. "See, we still have…" He blinks down at the pile of salt on the floor. Slowly, he leans down to try (and fail) at scooping it back into the hole he punched in the box. After an uncomfortable amount of time, he stands up and smiles proudly, "See, plenty!"
"I literally hate you both." You sigh, neither seem that bothered by that fact. "Go buy some more salt, I'm going to fix it all and then when you get back, neither of you will touch anything. Kapeesh?"
Tubbo and Tommy nod sulkily, "Kapeesh."
"And remember," You yell after them, "don't get the cheap shit! We're summoning a demon, not a back alley imp!"
"Fuck off!" Tubbo flips you off as Tommy pulls out of the driveway. You flip him off too and watch them drive away. Fucking dickheads, they're so much fun.
You're midway sweeping up all the salt Tommy dropped when you trip over the candle Tubbo had moved. You lay there, groaning in pain for a minute or two before you sit up. Everything spins for a second so you wait, pressing your hands to the back of your head and feeling around for any bumps.
Your fingers come back bloody and your head spins again at the sight. Jesus, that made you queasy. You crawl away from the glass, turning to sit flat on your butt, cradling your head in your hands. Belatedly, you realize you have an even bigger mess to clean up.
"WHO DARES SUMMON ME!"
"Ack—!" You jump forward, gasping, as a giant mass of shadows, layered over each other by the thousands, looms over you. Their eyes shine and you can see thousands of stars, being created and exploding all at once, full of every constellation in the sky, burning like a supernova. They are, you realize, a predator. One who could devour you whole and leave nothing, not even a skin cell, behind.
"Don't hurt me," You cry out, throwing your hand in front of your face.
You're frozen in that pose for a full minute before your arms drop. The creature, the demon you had been preparing to summon, was staring at you, face fallen as you realize belatedly, they can't escape.
In your blind stumble, it seems you had managed to surround the summoning circle in a very messy and rather box-shaped figure of salt. The demon seemed honestly distressed at being stuck, their long, gauntly claws scraped at the invisible wall. "HOW DARE YOU TREAT ME LIKE THIS?"
"How dare you treat me like this," You repeat, mocking in a shrieky voice. Maybe it's the shock making you so confident. "This is my house, you bastard!"
The demon seems flustered at that, hands clutching their chest. "YOU SUMMONED ME. I AM A GUEST IN YOUR HOME."
"WELL, YOU'RE NOT ACTING LIKE IT!" You yell back, flinching back preemptively. They're still stuck though and their claws have dulled into more human-like nails, now balled into fists at their side. "I DIDN'T EVEN MEAN TO SUMMON YOU!"
"What?" The demon reels back, blinking rapidly at you. They shrink suddenly, the mass of shadows melting down into a smaller, still looming figure, with pasty white skin and black sclera. "Why didn't you start with that."
"You-You're human!"
"No, you're a human," The demon sniffs, like it was insulted. "I just mimicked a similar form, for ease of comfort.
"Oh," You say distantly, "That makes sense."
"Really?" The demon shakes its head in surprise, "You're one weird human."
"And you're a demon," You're feeling faint suddenly, "I accidentally summoned a demon."
"Not just any old demon," They sniff condescendingly, "but Prince Ranboo the second."
"Oh, wonderful," Things start blacking out. "A prince."
You drop back to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
{《☆》}
When you wake up, Tommy and Tubbo are above you, talking loudly about whether or not you're dead or if Tubbo just sucks at reading a pulse. When Tubbo notices you groaning he screams, "Zombie!"
You can hear Tommy wack Tubbo with a pillow, hard. "They never died, Tubbo. Stop screaming before you knock them out again."
They help you stand, leading you past the broken candle and broken lines of salt. There is no mass of shadows there, maybe you had just been dreaming the whole thing up.
Tubbo goes to clean and Tommy sits by your side, checking up on you every few minutes. He only leaves to make you tea after lots of promises you wouldn't move. Maybe it was a bit traumatizing to see one of your best friends knocked out on the floor in a pile of their own blood.
"Finally," A familiar voice drones out, sounding bored beyond belief. "I thought they would never leave you alone. That blond one is basically a mini-me of Phi-elza."
"You!" You lean far back into the couch's armrest, "You're real!"
"Of course I am, otherwise you'd be hallucinating," Ranboo's nose wrinkles, "Though I know your species isn't unused to that."
"I thought I was dreaming, or the concussion-," You pause to take a very deep breath. "Why are you still here?"
Ranboo eyes you with a deep, analytical glare, "You summoned me. Even if unintentional, you also have to dismiss me."
"Oh," You mutter, "How do I do that?"
"↸ᒷᔑ∷ ᒲ𝙹ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ᓭ ⍑ᒷꖎ!¡ ᒲᒷ," Ranboo sighs, though you understand nothing of what he just said. "It's such a waste of such raw talent for you to be so clueless about something as basic as reverse summoning."
"Talent? What does that have to do with anything?"
Ranboo shakes his head, "No, I am not going to waste my time. I'm teaching you how to reverse summon me and I'm leaving. You can summon any other demon to ask, just return me back to my home."
You frown, "whatever, what do I have to do,"
"Just repeat the phrase you used to summon me in reverse," Ranboo rolls his eyes, "Seriously, it's easy as breathing."
"I didn't use any phrases to summon you though," You point out, staring at Ranboo innocently.
"…" Ranboo has a stiff smile, "What?"
{《☆》}
[DAY 4 WHOOO ONLY 3 MORE BEFORE HALLOWS EVE HELL YEAH!]
[Anyways I'm going as a pirate, in case anyone cared even a tinkly itty bit. Also I may or may not have forgotten to edit this a few hours ago and almost fell asleep before posting life a dumb. In better news I now know how to work my coffee machine and haven't repeated the mistake of trying to use instant coffee in the machine! Yay improvement!!]
[Take care to improve yourself too, learn from your mistakes and work towards becoming a version of yourself that feels true. Remember, the only validation that matters is your own and that you also carry the weight of your own world, don't be afraid to let some of it go and take care of yourself before you try carrying it all alone again. People love you, take care!]
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