#do you see that tubbo's smile doesn't reach his eyes

[nothirtysix]

Day 3: Minutes Man

the early day's when you realize you don't have to draw them even more messed up is A Lot

#ranboo fanart #tubbo fanart #cranbootober #dsmp fanart #fundy fanart #my art #do you see #do you see that tubbo's smile doesn't reach his eyes #:> #and no tear scars yet on ranboo #baby boy you have /so much/ crying to do

[factorialsotherfandoms]

A birdhouse. What they find is a birdhouse, sealed up in reinforced deepslate. It had not been so much a trail as following Tubbo as he frantically searched various places and their surroundings, and a bit of good luck in that Pac had a spyglass on him. Tubbo leads, Fit guards, and Pac is here because he cannot let anyone suffer the Federation longer than they must.

That it took them this long to notice Philza was missing honestly makes him feel a little sick. A man who claims so many close friends, and still it took 3 days for any of them to notice. Pac wonders - if nobody had seen his own kidnappings, would it taken them as long?

It doesn't really matter. They are here now, and they can only do their best.

It is hard to get inside. Once they do, the place is… beautiful. Full of birds, and vines, and if it were not for something that Pac cannot quite place would look like one of Tallulah's builds.

Tubbo moved first of the three, not nearly as cautious, not scouring for traps as Fir does, or anxiously checking for danger like Pac.

The birdhouse is shaped like an L, part it hidden. As soon as Tubbo sees it, he screams "Phil!" and also vanishes behind the wall.

Pac and Fit do not hesitate. They launch themselves the few steps forwards to see.

Fit yells "shit" and follows Tubbo to the floor.

Pac… Pac takes the moment to look, heart in his throat. There are more birds - hummingbirds - all around, both sat on the floor and caged up above. In the centre is a plinth, and on it a book, an empty shelf on either side.

Philza is curled on the floor before the plinth, surrounded by bloody, torn feathers. Hus wings are even more a mess than before, and it is clear he curls around something.

More worrying - Tubbo is shaking him, yelling and sobbing his name, while Fit taps his cheek and asks for a response. Neither works.

Pac does not know Philza well, but he does know this is bad. It is not a build like any other Federation build, but he knows a torture room when he sees one.

Even one as pretty as this.

"Babygirl," Fit calls him, and Pac flinches. "Can you look at me? You love this shiny head, don't you? Wanna see it?"

Pac shakes himself. He pulls out a sharestone and sets it beside the group, checking over the list of who is online.

No doctors on the island, Philza's other friends offline, nobody like that - just…

Forever's communicator comes online.

Pac does not hesitate to private message him, givinf him the name of the sharestone, and to bring blankets, healing potions, and hot chocolate.

Done, he kneels between Tubbo and Fit, the former sobbing apologies and the other trying again.

"I asked Forever to come with blankets," Pac whispers.

Fit nods, flicking Philza's forehead and finally earning a response.

Philza sluggishly raises his head, empty, dead eyes blinking in Fit's direction. He reaches a hand out, and fails to reach; Pac takes it up, freezing cold.

"There you are," Fit's smile is tense. "Birdbrain got you good, huh?"

They all know it's not birdbrain but shock; the blood all around, the vacant expression… with Philza's arm uncurled, Pac can see what Philza was holding. A ducky floaty, and a red beanie.

He swears.

Fit looks, and swears as well.

Tubbo, seeing them, breaks into sobs.

Pac uses his free arm to pull Tubbo into a hug just as the sharestone whirs.

"Hey Pac, what sort if sleepover needs-" Forever freezes in his words for a moment, before yelling for Philza, and joining the group on the floor.

Forever throws a few splash potions at him, before grabbing the blankets. Pac is somewhat pushed aside but, with the sobbing Tubbo in his arms, maybe that is for the best.

Somehow, Fit and Forever get Philza sitting, while Pac manages to convince Tubbo to breathe. He watches as they convince him to drink a potion, then as he's given the mug of hot chocolate and grasps it in his hands. Philza leans heavily against Fit, but his eyes remain on Forever.

The ducky and the beanie remain firmly in his lap.

"What happened?" Fit speaks for all of them. "Do you remember?"

Philza nods, but it still takes him a while to speak, "I... Here."

Shaking hands draw a book from his inventory, and hand it to Forever.

Forever reads aloud the story of the old crow, and the room is grim.

"But wait," Tubbo finally calms himself enough to pipe up. "The ducky is still in the maze. How's it here too?"

"At least one is a very convincing fake," Fit says. "If not both."

Pac, who has been kidnapped more than anyone else in the room, and has seen another happen, can almost see it play out. His hands shake as he grips Tubbo a little tighter.

"The ducky in the maze," he whispers. "It wasn't about Chayanne; it was about Phil."

"It's so fucking stupid," Philza groans, taking a sip of hot chocolate and earning a little more life. "I should have seen it. Tallulah doesn't write like that, she knows I'm an idiot and has to spell it out. A bit too much sometimes. And Chayanne wouldn't write a book at all, just leave me a scrap with coordinates on, or maybe a trail of potato crates. I just-"

Forever leans over and pulls Philza from Fit's chest to his own, capturing him in a desperate hug, whispering reassurances Pac cannot hear he is sure.

"Fucking Feds." Fit sums up the room.

"It's not your fault," Pac says the words everyone always told him. "The Federation is... too good? at this."

"It's fucked up," Tubbo agrees. "And on Tallulah's birthday? They got you good, man. What if-"

Pac squeezes Tubbo's shoulder, "they are too good at this. It's not Philza's fault."

"Played us like fiddles," Fit agrees. "All of us. Nobody thought the ducky would be about you not Chayanne even after you vanished."

"Do you want to go home?" Forever ignores their conversation. "There's a sharestone; we can get easily back."

Philza shakes his head, his voice breaking as he says "I want my children."

They really should make a bunk room in the Order, Pac thinks, both for situations like this and for when Cellbit is up until the small hours struggling over puzzles.

He does not think of his own son, still missing, and the empty house he, too, must go back to.

With Missa so infrequently there... Does Philza feel the same?

He must do.

An empty house made for a family, haunted by their absence, the eternal knowing you were not enough... Pac built a whole new home on the island, and still cannot escape his family's ghosts. How they can Philza, when he sleeps in his children's bedroom?

"There are still houses in the Favela," Pac says, it the most central place he can think of. "You could go there? We used to stay there all the time; there's space for Tubbo and Fit too."

"You come as well," Fit butts in.

Pac would object, but Philza examines him, then gives an exhausted nod.

"Okay," he merely says.

"We could call Wilbur?" Fit suggests. "Once we're at the Favela. I know its not the eggs, but..."

But, if what he has been told is correct, the fabled Wilbur is one of Philza's children just the same.

Philza nods, and Forever scoops him up. Tubbo scuttles from Pac's grasp to grab the floaty, while Fit passes Pac Tallulah's beanie.

He clings to it, her hat.

Fit gives him a knowing smile and takes his hand. "Favela, then."

"We can invite people to come chill as they get online," Tubbo suggests.

It sounds like a solid enough plan; Philza is already half asleep, and surely someone has enough medical knowledge to check on him? Even if not, the expression of how many people care... It meant a lot to Pac, embarassing as it was. It surely would to Philza too.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp philza #qsmp fit #qsmp tubbo #qsmp tazercraft #qsmp forever #qsmp pac #rescue mission #hurt/comfort #this feels like a really bizarre option but eh I went with it #morning crew do a rescue! forever gets called in later #Pac knows Philza the least but understands perhaps the best #idk #take this or leave this its here now #hope you found something to enjoy!

[youphoriaot7]

He's gone.

First Felps. Then Cellbit. Then Pac himself. Then Mike. Even Richas wasn't safe. And now...Forever.

Forever, who was still recovering just as much as he was; likely more. Forever, who already had so much on his plate as the president. Forever, who had to keep interacting with that bear as if he was okay, as if he didn't want to rip its head off every time they talked. (Pac at least had the freedom to hide, if he so wished. The president received no such luxury.)

His head reels, mind nearly fracturing into a million pieces at the information. Putting the tape on feels like deja vu of an experience he's never had, and yet the situation is all-too-familiar: another family member missing.

Watching the video, it's as if his head is underwater. The quiet chatter behind him fades completely away, Forever's soft and dejected voice fully catching his ear. The words wrap around his mind, sinking in the way water soaks through a sponge. (Slowly.)

"Pac?" Tubbo's call brings him back, and he blinks for the first time in minutes, trying to pull himself out of his stupor. "What did he say?"

"...sorry," he finally replies, voice gruff as he reaches for the pause button on the tape. He translates the important bits, but his mind just feels...hollow. Empty.

Gone. The word keeps rotating, looping in his mind just as much as the tape sitting in front of them.

The others discuss the situation and what to do next, but Pac isn't listening. He can't. What even is there to do? What's the point of saving people when the Federation will just take another? Why bother fighting when they come back ten times as strong?

A gentle hand on his shoulder makes him nearly jump out of his skin, and his face flushes as he turns to see Fit at his side. "You alright?" Fit murmurs under his breath, eyes still trained on the two men in front of them. (Giving Pac his privacy. Pac appreciates it more than he will ever know.)

"No," he responds truthfully, voice coming out as a hoarse whisper. He manages to shake off the numbness in his limbs for just long enough to shake his head. "I'm not."

Fit doesn't say a word in response; simply squeezes Pac's shoulder tighter. Before either of them can move, Tubbo turns to them both, eyes darting momentarily to Fit's hand before he speaks.

"Pac, we're gonna investigate the dungeon I last saw Forever in," he says, voice decidedly too calm and even for the current events. Forever is gone. Why is no one panicking? "You coming?"

...oh, he wants an answer.

"Um...yeah, Tubbo, I'll be there in a sec," he replies softly, nodding even as he glances back towards the screen. "I just...I want to listen to this one more time, you know?" He offers a much of a smile as he can muster, which isn't much. "Make sure I didn't miss anything."

"Of course." Fit speaks before anyone else can, nodding. "We'll wait for you."

Tubbo shrugs and he and Pierre turn, chattering their whole way out of the base. Fit removes his hand from Pac's shoulder—damn, it was warmer than he'd realized—glancing at Pac as he moves forward. "You want me to stay? Or...?"

"You don't have to." He gives Fit a half-shrug, avoiding his eyes as he turns the tape back on and rewinds. "It's in Portuguese, anyway."

"I didn't ask if I had to." Fit steps directly into his line of sight, forcing him to meet his gaze. "I asked if you wanted me to."

To Pac, the distinction is negligible: either way, he's still inconveniencing Fit. But clearly, the decision means something to the other man, so he sighs, trying to cobble together a response.

"Whatever you want," is still all he can end up with, turning up the sound of the tape as it begins to play once more. From then on, his attention is lost, focused solely on the message playing on the screen.

He's failed. Again. Forever is gone. Again. His family keeps going missing. He's losing them all. And it won't stop. Everything keeps falling apart.

There's a sudden presence close to his shoulder—Fit crouches down on the steps next to him, eyes trained on the screen. "Then you won't mind if I stay," he whispers, in a tone that leaves no room for argument.

...perhaps...not everything.

The video loops again. Then again, then again, and again, and again. It's on the fifth loop that Pac can finally feel his emotions turning back on, waking up from whatever horrible limbo they'd been stuck in. He leans into Fit's shoulder—even closer than he'd thought it would be—and just cries. His tears wet the leather armor beneath him and his wails echo off the walls of the small office, but Fit doesn't say a word—just wraps an arm around Pac's shoulders, pulling him closer.

At least something is still here.

#qsmp #qsmp tazercraft #qsmp pac #qsmp fic #qsmp fit #qsmp fitmc #qsmp drabble #fitpac #i needed fit to stay behind. i had to fix it #my eyes are literally sliding shut writing this so please ignore any typos i will fix them tomorrow #just enjoy your h/c <3

[pe0ple3ater]

Your bottom Etoiles content is FEEDING me you get it you get it he’s the most bottom man ever

Thoughts on Foolish and Etoiles? I honestly think they’d have the BEST sex, like they’re so competitive with each other, I love the idea of them like fighting over who tops until Foolish like just manhandles him down and Etoiles crumbles. Also the size kink possibilities 👀

HELLOOO Foolish my beloved. Etoiles, most service bottom man ever. Okay I'm so sorry that this is a fucking MESS because I worked on it over multiple days blah blah. I love them though, hope you enjoy!

The problem is, it's annoying.

Foolish has been alive for a long time. He's spent hundreds of mating seasons alone. It's not really a problem. It's just annoying. He's got work to do, things to build. He can't do any of it if he's so horny he's afraid he'll jump the first person he sees.

So he's in his shitty house with his meager supplies, hard and annoyed. He runs his hand through his hair and reaches down to palm at his crotch, groaning lightly and considering calling Bad. They've spent many of Foolish's mating seasons together. Bad is a good partner when he needs to be, but there's something wrong with him right now, and Foolish doesn't like the sickly chemical smell on him.

He drops his head back against his pillows and snarls, irritated and frustrated.

Like the universe wants him to suffer, there's a knock on the door. He knows it's not Tubbo; something happened to him a few days ago, and he hasn't returned. It's none of the eggs. Foolish groans and tugs on a loose pair of pants, uncaring of his way, his erections are still highly visible. He leans against the doorframe and opens the door with an annoyed huff.

Etoiles is in front of him, inventory open while he'd been waiting for Foolish to open the door. He looks up, and a grin spreads across his face. Foolish tries not to bare his teeth, instincts telling him Etoiles is standing too confidently, his smile is too wide. Foolish tenses, fighting the need to take him down a few pegs.

"My bro, let's spar," Etoiles says, eyes trailing over Foolish's face and smile widening at his annoyed expression. "You will feel better," he urges, stepping more into Foolish's space and looking up at him through his lashes.

Foolish smells him, earthy and almost floral, ripping a growl from his chest. Etoiles doesn't even flinch, and Foolish wants to grab him by the neck and make him scared enough to submit. If Foolish wasn't so out of his mind with his instincts, he might see through what Etoiles is doing. Suppose he wasn't so horny he couldn't think. In that case, he might see that Etoiles is offering himself to Foolish on a silver platter.

As it stands, Foolish isn't in his right mind.

He nods, grabbing Etoiles by the shoulder and dragging him to the field near Town of Fobo. Etoiles follows, grinning.

They fight, Etoiles doesn't go down easily. Foolish lets his brain haze over, losing himself to his instincts and needs. Every time he gets Etoiles pinned, the cucumber hybrid manages to squirm his way out. Foolish gets tired of it, snarling and getting his big hand in Etoiles' hair. He presses the man's face into the ground and straddles his back, hard and dripping a wet spot in his sweats. Etoiles shudders under him, thrashing and laughing breathlessly. Foolish grinds hard against Etoiles, panting and more worked up than before.

"You win my bro," Etoiles purrs, letting his body go soft and pliant under Foolish's grip. Foolish growls and tugs clumsily at Etoiles' pants, getting them off and spitting directly on his hole. Etoiles is making soft noises under him, hands digging into the grass. Foolish presses two fingers slowly inside of him, groaning at the tight heat. He grinds his cocks against Etoiles' thigh and stretches him out quickly, sloppily.

When Etoiles starts getting squirmy and impatient, Foolish pulls away and presses one dick into Etoiles in one swift push.

Etoiles gasps, choking on his moan and shuddering hard. Foolish is easily the biggest on the island; he fills Etoiles like he's never been filled before. Foolish is one of the only people who manages to make Etoiles feel small, the way he towers over him, the way his dick feels like it's splitting Etoiles in half. He's drooling, and Foolish is barely fucking him. He's so big that it's impossible for him to not be pressing against Etoiles' prostate on every pass.

Foolish leans more of his weight onto Etoiles, pinning him and starting to pound into him. Etoiles can't keep his mouth shut, moaning and whimpering. Foolish purrs and leans down, pressing him deeper into Etoiles. He latches onto his shoulder, sharp teeth digging into his skin and holding on. Etoiles yelps, his dick twitches, and he's cumming untouched on the ground. Foolish groans, every thrust forward dragging the dick not stuffed inside of Etoiles against the length of Etoiles' cock, making him gasp and twitch.

Foolish chases his release, ignoring the pathetic whines from the body under him. He removes his teeth and licks eagerly at the wound, hands tightening on Etoiles' waist and in his hair. He snarls when he cums, pressing down on Etoiles harder and making sure the man can't move. Etoiles groans softly at the feeling, eyes rolling back and hands scrambling against the ground, trying to get any kind of stability.

Foolish pants, pressed as deep as he can go inside Etoiles, calming down a bit. He runs his hands gently up and down Etoiles' sides, watching the man below him shudder and whine.

"It's better?" Etoiles asks, laughing shakily. Foolish hums softly and leans down to nuzzle against Etoiles' neck, nipping behind his ear and keeping his softening cock inside of him.

"I'm not done with you yet."

#qsmpnsfw #eto!les #fool!sh #obsessed with fool!sh having two dicks #so is eto!les

[fleogecorpse]

Hello again!

(Origins SMP: Platonic) Warden-hybrid!reader goes back to the deep dark to get materials for a surface base, finds dead warden bodies/warden mob heads littered everywhere and missing belongings. (doesn't have to graphic, just hinted at)

Warden-hybrid!reader was too trusting and thought that the others had their best interest in mind when they didn't.

Example: Philza wanted to utilize reader's strength for killing mobs via mob farm because he was lazy, reader hated the idea of harming others mobs. Schlatt asked reader too many times to "fetch" gold and diamonds when he could've mined it himself. From being called "not-so-scary" and being pushed to the limit with Fundy stealing their items & Phantom-hybrid!Willbur pulling some nasty pranks.

How does the rest of the SMP react to visceral rage warden-hybrid!reader getting revenge? (via warden army or anything that sparks creativity). Perhaps befriending everyone has its hidden benefits? [pull some emotional heart strings while at it!]

[I crave for angst and utter chaos, please make it so that everyone in the SMP regrets ever messing with Warden-hybrid!reader. I hope you enjoy writing this as headcannons, I hope it will be easier in doing so. I also understand if this is too much of an ask, you don't have to write this if you don't want to. Please stay hydrated and take breaks. :D]

REVENGE ! osmp

Warnings: Blood, corpses, decapitated heads, etc.

Everything was gone. Your money, weapons, armor. Missing. The heads of your family and friends laying around the city with the bodies no where to be found.

What makes it worse is the giant sign in your bedroom. 'Oops! Rip lmao' clearly written by Fundy and Schlatt.

What makes it worse is the giant sign in your bedroom. 'Oops! Rip lmao' clearly written by Fundy and Schlatt.

Your fingers wrap around the pole before breaking in into pieces. A high pitched scream echoing through the biome.

They used you. Made you do the easiest of things, from mining iron to risking your life.

Hurt was an understatement, but you weren't pathetic. You didn't sit there to cry. Blood and pleads for forgiveness and mercy is all you wanted at the moment.

Slowly rising, then racing to the deepest part of the cave where chests of wither skulls, soul sand and netherite were.

They were beautiful. And you were so, so ready to watch them burn in misery.

His claw repeatedly scratches your diamond sword, smirking and Schlatt stomping on your armor.

"Are you sure this is alright?" Niki asks from her fish tank, Scott beside her arms crossed and a frown plastered on his face, brows furrowed.

Schlatt looks at her, shrugging. He didn't care. You were too much of a softie to do anything about it. Besides, they can just tell you to make others.

"It's fine. Nothing's gonna happen anyway." Wilbur waved her off.

Buzzing and running noises reach their ears. Tubbo, Tommy and Ranboo stood there, panting and bloody.

"What the fuck?" Wilbur checks on Tommy, clearly confused.

Tubbo falls to the ground and pants out your name, his wings no longer working.

Fundy kicks the broken sword aside. The blade no longer sharp but still managed to scrape the wooden flooring.

"What? Did they trip on flint and steel?" His joke went on deafs ears as Philza crashed in. One of his hands crashed his bleeding stomach.

Phil let Scott and Charlie help him, not noticing the others rushing out to see the flame and chaos happening to their home. He was such a fucking asshole, they all were. Killing your family, taking advantage of you.

He directs his eyes to the crimson liquid on his hands, hissing as Charlie takes the arrow out his abdomen

The skye turned gray and smog reached the mountains from the giant fire. Their houses were burning, the crops and water dried up. Only the pub survived from the wreckage.

"There you are." Your voice. It was so empty, but a crazed smile was on your face as you slammed the final skulls on the three withers.

They were spawned and you watched them fly around destroying everything in sight. Such a wonderful sight.

You watched Charlie melt, Niki lose consciousness, Wilbur get hit by a skull. And Fundy, oh it was entertaining to watch that fox burn from the fire.

Beau and Badlinu's cries were ignored. Instead you stare at Scott who was shaking. He didn't know what to do. If he made himself explode it would just make things worse.

They shouldn't have done that. Maybe it was best if you let them fear you rather than befriend you.

Ew. Not my best work but it's something. Sorry if it didn't please you <33 /p also no hate to Fundy I love that furry man

#origins smp x reader #c philza x reader #tommyinnit x reader #wilbur soot x reader #fundy x reader #smajor mcyt #jschlatt x reader #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader

[guesswho873]

Demand

Summery: jschatt wants tommy to betray pogtopia, and leaves the job to dream, so he have to convince tommy one way or other.

Note: I added a little bit of my au in this too, so if something feels off the lore, it's maybe cuz it's my au, or my dumbas* forgot that part of the lore.

Ok! thx you for reading this, now you can start reading this.

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so.....

"what the fuck you want?!" tommy asked, he was just walking around pogtopia when he ran into a masked man with a wicked smile who replied to the angry teen, "oh! heyyyyyy, my old friiiiend.... i came here for a.... "faver" you see.."

tommy raised a eyebrow to the green man. "ohhhhh... nothing just a small favour....!" dream said chuckling,

tommy frowned and asked "and what the fuck would that be?" and dream sighed and said " now, now tommy you don't want to get on that tone!." dream said and reached out for his sword.

tommy took a step back and dream took a step forward. "now you better do what i fucking say or else this place is gonna get bloodly" dream said slightly pulling his sword out.

tommy was in fear, there was no one in site and he don't think anyone is gonna hear him, and sure he had his weapons but it was almost broken only can swing a few times, so he nodded but still he knew what dream had in mind is not good.

"betray them." that's all dream said in a serious voice. and tommy cringed at hearing it. "the fuck?" tommy said.

"TOMMY!!" dream shouted and tommy flinched. how did he got him self into this??. ugh he should have listen to wilbur when he said not to walk around the forest this late at night, but as always he didn't listen to him, and now he is stuck in this situation.

"FUCKING.Betray.them...."dream demanded him, " N-No!!!! what the fu-fuck??!" tommy tried to sound intimate but the fear in his voice was clear, this all was so sudden, why dream would care if he betray pogtopia, it's not like he is on manberg side, right? or is he, if he is, then why?, why would be on jschatt side, that doesn't make any sence?, cuz he thought he helped them to get some loot, was they wrong? what's happening?

tommy had so many question that can't be answered, atleast not now. "oh? so you want to do this in a hard way huh?" dream came forward slowly and rubbed his sword in his plams and continued "so, you want to get killed this soon?, tortured? oh trust me you WILL suffer, like for example drain all your blood when your still alive, or maybe tie you up and i hit those eyes of yours with my arrows? and enjoy your screams?" dream placed his sword, the tip reacting tommy's neck "how does that sounds?" dream asked with a sadist grin that tommy can't see but hear.

"do it." tommy looked down, "wha-...." dream asked shocked lower his sword a little.

"i said GO THE FUCK HEAD AND DO. IT" tommy looked directy on the mask and took a step forward and continued "I am not going to even fucking think of betraying them, NEVER. so go ahead and do as you wish i DON'T CARE, YOU PRICK!" tommy shouted holding the sword's end, and blood came down from it. which even got dream off gaurd.

"fine" dream took away the sword from tommy's hand and swung it, tommy closed his eyes tightly, he thought about wilbur phill,techno,tubbo everyone he loved.... at his last moment of his life, ready for the sword to tear open his neck.

but it didn't.....?

tommy slowly opened his eyes to see dream just staring at him, like he is in some thought like, he is not sure if he want to do this or not.

on dream's head, he didn't know what to do, he didn't think tommy would actually accept it! he said that just to intimate him cuz he didn't actually want to hurt him, actually he didn't even want to blackmail tommy into betraying pogtopia, jschatt wanted him to do it.

of course he refused at first, diefnitely not cuz he didn't want to hurt tommy but, cuz well.... he hate to say it, but he wanted pogtopia to win, he helped them too, but then jschatt said something that made him think otherwise.

"if you do this, i will show you something that no man in this server has ever seen...." with a smirk. and that got dream curious, sure he could just be lying but something, like the way he said it, dream know he wasn't lying, but what could it be..... something no man in this server has seen? not even him?

dream was snapped out of his thought when he heard a laugh, it was tommy.

"ptt- i know it, you all just talk!!!" another laugh "oMg like 'i gonna drAin your bLOod' ooooohhhhh! omg i am SOO scared!" tommy mocked him, and dream was unable to do anything but lower his sword and frown.

"pls call me when you ACTUALLY gonna do something, i will be waiting, you little btich!" tommy smirked and turned around.

"you trust him?" tommy head a silent but chilling voice say that, tommy felt chills go down his spine, as he trun and ask..

"what?" tommy asked in a very low tone.

"DO you really trust him?" dream asked again a bit annoyed.

"i-i mean,of course?!!" tommy said trying to sound confident but failed.

"*scoff* how pathetic" dream scoffed, if he can't hurt tommy, he will do something he is very good at, manipulation.

"excuse me?" tommy asked confused.

"of course, you are here ready to give up your life, while wilbur is there using you" dream said.

"usi- huh?! stop talking shit!" tommy said.

dream did a small laugh "poor tommy, who is still a child, don't know anything about the outside world...."

"wha-"

"okey, how are you ganna defeat jschatt exactly? by killing him?…, HA! pogtopia is really lacking some loot AND members, and jschatt has a full control over a city, that YOU created." dream said scoffing.

"well we will get soon?" tommy said and dream again just giggled, he walked closer to toomy, tommy tried to move backwards, but dream started to walk around him.

"nononono! you silly!" dream got closer to tommy's ear and said "wilbur will probably destory, everything. and leave you in dust." tommy flinched amd turned back at him "n-no that's not- no, i-it's not! we both care about eachother you h-headless creep!" tommy even forgot how to insult.

"care? CARE!? pttth- he brainwashed you real good, huh? tommy, there is no fucking care here, he just want you so he could use you!, how? you may ask, to get access to your dearest friend, tubbo. and he got it" dream said tilting his head to the side and smile.

tommy took a step back " why tubbo? " tommy asked a sweat dripping down his neck.

"gosh! should i really have to explain everything?" dream rolled his eyes and continued "

"he needed tubbo to spy on jschatt, and how would he do that? by you, you and tubbo are really close friends, and he knows tubbo wouldn't say no to you even putting his own life in risk, so now you understand?" dream said placing his hand on his hips.

seeing this tommy also put his hands on his hips and tried to act cool."ha! that's where you're wrong! jshatt now knows that tubbo was the spy, so he k-kil- umm-uhh kicked him out! so if what you are saying is 'right' then wilbur would have thrown me out of his life! but you see i still on his side!"

dream again rolled his eyes "don't you see it tommy?, after the tuboo's death that literally happen in front of your eyes, in YOUR country, what he did? nothing. absolutely Nothing! and after that he didn't even cared about it, no one did, you only did, and he probably said that was so stupid of you!" dream sighed and continued.

'and after that as you said he didn't need you anymore, but he was still in war with manbrug, and kicking you out is a bad choice cuz you know everything tommy, so if he kicks you then he knows you will go to jschatt and tell everything, about him, his weakness,his plans etc, and that's why nowadays he is not completely honest with you." dream said the last part with a low voice.

"w-wh-hat! no.. no he-" dream cut him off.

"he is been talking to me, and getting me to help him, and he wanted me to give him many explosives and tnt etc, and said he would not be scared to do something bizarre" dream said.

"what!?, THE FUCK!?" tommy said, hearing this dream chuckled.

"yes, and i could go on and on about how we talked, and meet but i'll save that" dream said. and tommy went completely silent, he was thinking about something, he was shaking his head putting his hand on his hair.

"so if you are done with that, then will yo-" before dream could finish, tommy leapt forward and grabbed him by his coller and said "now you listen, you little green shit, i KNOW you are saying all this bs to manipulate me, but that fucking not gonna happen, but i am afraid that i don't have any proof to deny what you said, THAT'S THE ONLY THING STOPPING ME FROM RIPPING YOUR HEART RIGHT NOW!" tommy said in a fit of range.

dream could see tommy's anger in his eyes, the were really red and a tears fell down as he said that and he was breathing really fast.

after that tommy left his coller and turned around and was gonna leave when dream grabbed him from behind and wrapped his arms around tommy's neck and put a napkin on his mouth and nose.

tommy squirmed and kicked but he was too weak now, his vision was getting darker and darker and he finally blacked out.

an hour later.....

tommy's eyes twitched and he slowly opened his eyes.he was somewhere.....he don't know, but he do know that it was dark....very dark. there was a small tube light on the ceiling and he was tied.. in chains. his hands were chained to the wall behind him they were tied above his head. he tried to pull it down but no luck.

hearing the sounds of chains a wooden door in the room that tommy was in opened, a evil grin face mask wearing man walked in.

"weeeelll.. weeellll look who finally-" dream tried to say but tommy cut him off.

"first of all, which kidnapping movie you saw and decided to lock me here?" tommy asked cooly with a eyebrow raised.

"all of them"

"k,fair enough"

"anyway... why did you kidnap me!?" tommy asked.

"well obviously, to make you do what i say" dream said.

"that not gonna happen so, fuck off" tommy said and dream chuckled.

"tommy i kidnapped you, and tied you, i can do ANYTHING! to you~~" dream said with a grin.

"ok ,but is this your house? no wait you don't have one, who did you pay for to get this?, cuz i gotta tell ya, he ripped you!" tommy did a joke the dream did not like.

dream grabbed his sword "don't joke around!!" dream said.

"woah!, woah ok, clam down buddy, your blood pressure is gonna go high" tommy said.

dream sighed "i don't think you realise how much trouble you are in right now, do you?"dream asked.

"so what now? i am gonna go to my naugthy cornor? oh wait i can't!" tommy shook his hands to show dream that he can't move. dream got closer to him. tommy cringed at it.

"fine, i will leave you here for some time, for you to realise just how much helpless you are, and i will decide what torture method should i use on you, kid" then he left the room.

as soon as dream left the room tommy's smirk faded, he started to stuggle and tried really hard to get out of the chains, but it just wouldn't come off,tommy groaned 'i think he will get tired and leave me if i kept acting cocky like that, but i don't know how much longer i can act like this! will he really torture me till i accept? how would he torture me?' tommy thought.

suddenly he remembered what dream said "drain all your blood when you are still alive.. or.." "AHH-" tommy screamed out of his thoughts and was breathing so fast.

'nononononono' he NEED to get the fuck out of there as soon as possible,. he started to stuggle again.

while that was going on that room, dream didn't know what the heck he was gonna do, as he thought earlier he didn't want to hurt tommy, but at the same time he can't let him go...... dream also groaned... then suddenly a idea popped up on his head... 'if i can't decide i will ask someone else...." of course it was sapnap, and he texted him, this is how it went (green is dream and orange is sapnap).

"help!!"

"what?"

"i kidnapped tommy..."

"cool"

"that's your reaction?"

"then how am i supposed to react?"

"oh......"

"wait YOU kidnapped him, then why do YOU need help?"

"yeah, i want to torture him but how?"

"oh, makes sence, you don't have your sword?"

"i do, why?"

"THEN FUCKING USE IT DUMDASS"

"NO! i don't really want to hurt him....you know then the whole pogtopia will be after me'

"oh..... wait you said you kidnapped tommy, right?"

"yeah...?"

"dude........ he is a child, treat him like one then!"

"idk any kids torture method.."

"oh! i know one!! i am sure you will love it!"

"you knew a kid torture method? what's wrong with you?"

"you're saying that?...."

"fair enough, ok what is it? and why would i love it...?"

and seeing what sapnap said dream smirked "oh, this is gonna be good."

after what it felt like forever dream entered the room and saw tommy...

the floor was scratched like he has been kicking for too long, and he was breathing so hard and his hand gave up and laying on the chains.

"aw! guess you tried some stupid shits!" dream said.

"j........just leave me.......alone..." tommy said kinda tired.

"hmmm? so you changed your mind?" dream asked.

"bitch, no" tommy said looking up at him.

dream sighed and said"you poor thing..." and started to walk towards tommy.

tommy wanted to move back, but there was two things 1: he was chained and 2:there was a wall."no! no NO! sTaY BAck! WHAT ARE YOu thinking of doing!?" tommy panicked.

but dream calmly took a piece of cloth and tied tommy's eyes blinding him.

tommy tried to stop him by shaking his head and curssing at him. but dream didn't listen

now tommy can't even see, he even felt more helpless, great now he can't even prepare for what dream is gonna do.

"What are you FUCKING gonna do to me!?!"tommy asked in fear.

"many things, that will make you betray them!" dream said and smirked.

tommy flinched, he did expect dream to be so close to him "LEAVE ME ALONE OR YOU WILL SUFFER!!" tommy tried to scare him but no luck.

"you know what? since your are a little curious thing..? i will kinda tell you what i am going to do..~~" dream said.

tommy thought all the torture methods, like 'omfg he is going to beat me to death?, will he cut of my body parts one by one? is he gonna smash my head into the wall? god...' tommy was preparing for the worst-

"are you ticklish~~?" dream's voice was heard on tommy's left ear and there was a small poke at his side,to which he flinched.

tommy snapped out of his thoughts so fast to that question, he almost wanted to burst out laughing, at first, but the more he thought about it he more he realised he was fucked.

"your silence is answering yes to the question tommy!~~" dream said in a teasing tone and slowly he drew circles on his side

tommy bit his tongue trying not to giggle 'what kinda sick joke is this?' tommy thought but he knew dream isn't joking around, and he knew he is gonna brake but not this fast.

"come on tommy!, it's rude to not answer someone.!!"dream said, knowing damm well tommy gonna brake.

"nhoho *ahem*no!?" tommy acted like he was clearing his throat to hide his giggles, but dream had sharp ears.

"oh! was that a giggle i heard? awww!is this poor child ticklish?" dream said.

tommy shook his head and to the dream put to fingers to poke.

tommy was so close to just burst out giggling, but he can't, and dream got bored , so he spiced it up by both of the sides at the same time.

tommy squeaked with his mouth closed (yeah idk how that works)and shook his head.

"ohh come on tommy i know you can't keep this up~~" dream said teasingly, "just laugh~~ like you always do, like the idiot that you are!!" dream said.

tommy so wanted the wall above them to crush dream, or atleast him, anything to avoid him laughing.

and dream's hands moved up, and that's when it happened, tommy's child like laughter came pouring down.

"ptth- HAHAHAhahahaAhah nohohohohohoho! fuhahahahack!! hahahahahahha" tommy so regretted laughing but he couldn't help it. 'now he even knows that i am ticklish! fuck... he is so gonna keep this long now!!' tommy thought.

"ha!! i told you!! all that serious act is gone now huh? hmmmm? aw! is the one and only tommy is so ticklish?!" dream teased him, and moving to a rib to another.

"Ah-HahahHahahhaHAHAhahah, suhahahahut uhahahap yohohohou lihihitlehe- HAHhahaHhaah" tommy tried to threaten him, but it failed badly.

"you know, you really looked like a 5 year old who wanted to puke" dream said.

it has not been a min, but tommy already wanted this to end, this is bad if this continues for a long time, then tommy might just even change his mind.

"hahHHahhAHAHhaha!,fuhahahHAHckhahaihihng sHOhohoHoOlp thhihihihHAHAis hahaha!!" tommy again said, but he knews it's just uesless.

"only if you change your goddamm mind!!" dream said, suddenly dream tickled tommy's armpits, and tommy squeaked at the change of place.it was even more bad when be can't see.

"AH-PTT-HAHAHAHAHhahahahahaHAHAhaha! shhihihiHIIHHIHIt hahahahahahHAhhaHHa dREHEHEHEeam!Hahahah!"tommy tried to say something.

"yes?" dream asked like nothing is wrong.

"FAHAHahahhaauhahachahahk yoHOHOHhohohohou!!"tommy blurred it out and dream frowned.

"tommy!! I CAN DO THIS TILL YOU VOMIT BLOOD!, So.. fucking do what I say, when i am acting nice!" dream not even slowing down for a bit.

tommy flinched,"HAHAHAhahahahHahahahHHah! noHOHOnohohho! hahahahahahahah!" tommy need to get out, but that's seemed impossible, he did so much squirming and tried to get his hands down,the chian didn't give up.

"tommy, i am LOSING my patients right now! you better agree or this gonna get worse" dream warned.

'god no!' tommy thought, not only cuz obviously he won't betray wilbur, but if they ever find out the reason for him to betray his OWN brothers and friends, and join the other side, is by tickling,TICKLING! oh hell no, he much rather kill himself.

So tommy just shook his head, "fine,you asked for it!" and the tickling stopped for a sec, then dream blowed a raspberry on his stomach.

"PTTH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOH!! DREHEHEHEHEHEHEAM STHOHOHOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA! haahahahhaha HAAHAHA!" tommy was laughing hysterically.

dream stopped with the raspberries, but still ticked tommy's stomach with his hands, ruthlessly scratching on it,but tommy's laugh slightly went down, but he was still laughing like crazy.

"HAHAHhahahahahHhaahhHAHA!! *snort* HAHAHHAHAHHAhhahahah SHOHOHOhohohp! PLhehehHEHEheehhes! HahahahaHHhahaHAAHHAHAHAhahah!!" Tommy started to beg, his face starting to get heated.

"Aw! Isn't that cute?, but too bad I am not here for that!, so, come on tommy!, don't you want this to stop?, or do you want this to go on? Hmmmmmm~~ do you really want tickles? But it tickles so much, isn't it? Tickle, tickle, tickle ~~" dream teased tommy.

And tommy wanted to throw up, but somehow it made the tickles far worse.

"HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA! SUHHAHAHAHAHT UAHAHHAAHP! HAHHAAHHA PLEHEHEHSE IHIHIHIT'S SOHOHOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAHD!! HAHAHAH!!" tommy begged so much,but dream wouldn't stop until he gets what he wants.

seeing tommy was laughing so hard, dream kinda felt bad for him, so kinda slowed down, but to his surprise, tommy laughed even harder.

"AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!NOHOHOHOHOHOHOH! NOHOHOHT THAHAHAHAHAT HAHAHAHAH!! AHHAHAHA DREHEHEHEHEHAM PLEHEHEHHEHEEHHESE!!" tommy squirmed and kicked 10x more.

Dream was confused, he thought tickling hard only will make laugh harder, and slowing down means the laugh will also slow down, but tommy was doing the complete opposite? Did he actually lost his mind?

So like a curious cat that he is, dream pulled up tommy's shirt to reveal his stomach, and lightly scratched on it. And dream was delighted to see tommy lose his shit.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!? SHHIHIHIHIHIIHIHIHIHT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA! PLEHEHEHEHSEHEHSE DREHEHSHEHEHHAHHM I AHAHAM BEHEHHEHGGIHIHING YOHOHOHU!! STOHOHOHP!!' tommy was absolutely can't take it,you better know tommy was flopping like a fish out of water.

"Awww! Light tickles work better on you!? Now that's a good news to me!! Not rough on this too? God you are just a softie" dream smirked,when he saw tommy's blush darkened.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! PLEHEHEHEHSE!PLEHEHEHEHSEHEHSE!! I WIHIHIHIL DOHOHOHOHO ANAHHAHAHAYTHHIHHHIHIHING!" Tommy said without even thinking.

"you know what to do~~" dream said in a teasing voice.

"NHOHOHOHOHOOHHO! ANHHIHIHIHIYING BUHAHAHAHT THAHAHAHAHAHAHT PLEHEHEHSE!!" Tommy said, thinking maybe, just maybe dream will leave him alone.

"Nope!" Dream said and chuckled in a evil way. And put his fingers in a motin like he was zooming on a picture in a phone, but with all his fingers in the belly and directly on the bellybutton, and scratching up and down in between.

"*Wheeze* HAHAHAHAHA! HAAAAAA! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH *hic* MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHRSY HAHAHAHAHAH! *hic* HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!" tommy was screaming in laughter.

After hearing this, again the ticking stopped, but tommy wasn't complaining, he was gasping for air greedily, when he heard the door open, tommy thought dream left and was about to sigh in relief, when the door snapped open and he heard the voice.

"I'm back!!" Dream said again being close to him.

"No!.......pls I-i can't take a-an-anymore pl-plea-please!!!" Tommy said, he said this in so many different ways, but the answer was always the same.

"No! I already told you!" Dream said.

Tommy tried to move back so badly "NO! Pls!pls! It was soo b-bad! Pls!!" Tommy said and dream smirked.

"Oh! Don't worry I will make it worse!" Dream said.

And tommy felt something soft his sides, which was even more sensitive than before for some reason, and tommy squeaked.

"Wtf is that!?!!" Tommy panicked, 'oh god, oh god,no pls don't be-'

"Feathers!! So many infact!" Dream said holding bunch of feathers in both of his hands, but only using one hand,for now.

And tommy was back to laughing.

Dream eventually put the other hand also in action.

"Come on tommy! I am not fucking around!" Dream said.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEHESES IHIHIHIHIHUHIHT'S HAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH I CAHAHAHAHSHN'T WHHAHAHAHAHAHIT BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSH!!" tommy was getting close to even forget how to form a sentence.

The squirming and kicking tommy was back.

If that wasn't bad dream used one hand full of feathers in his stomach, the other hand to tickle tommy's armpits.

"HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!!!! YOHOHOHOHOHU GOHOHOHOHOHOHONA KIHIHIHIHIHIL MEHEHEHEHEHEH!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHSE" Tommy begged again and again but no use.

"Ohhh! I can already see the death message 'tommy was embarrassingly ticked to death' wow, already people don't respect you, if they knew this... Yeah no one is going to take you seriously!" Dream said.

'Oh, my fucking god...' Tommy just imagined that, if they EVER see that, they will NEVER let him live it down, oh god especially his wilbur and techno. Nope he much rather get swallowed by a monster.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOH PLEJEHEHEHESE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAH!! STOHOHOHOHOHP TEAHAHAHAHAHSHIHIIHNG!!" Tommy said and giggled.

"Then accept what I said!!" Dream said again for the 69th time, but tommy was so stubborn, he shook his head.

Dream was getting annoyed, he blowed a raspberry on the bellybutton with the feathers and hand tickling, and tommy was howling in laughter.

"HAHAHAHAH!*wheeze* AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH *hic* BAHAHAHAHAHAHAH DREHEHEHEHE HAHAHAGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH" it was official, tommy forgot how to from a sentence.

This was going for 15 mins straight, when dream got bored, while tommy was a MESS there were tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Let's try something new.....!" Dream said, but tommy didn't react he was to tired and was still giggling, he was focused on breathing, when he felt two hands on his hips.

"OH FUCK- AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHSEHEHE NAHAHAHAHT THEHEHEHEHRE! " tommy was already back to losing his shit, but dream didn't even do what he wanted to do completely.

He lowered his head down still squeezing tommy's poor hips, and nibbled on his bare belly. And tommy SCREAMMED. He almost saw heaven(or hell)

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!*wheeze* AHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHA! DAHHAHAH *gasp* HAHAHAHA AHAHAHAEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!*hic* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!"

This was going for another 15 mins and tommy felt like his throat was gonna get ripped, he was like shit, he thought this was it. It was torture, he-

"TOMMY?!" the two men or 1 man and a child, heard a british man say that from kinda close but far, dream got up and frowned, he looked down at tommy "you got lucky this time" and left.

Tommy on the other hand went completely limp, his head was down, his hands were just hanging by the chains, but he was still giggling.

"TOMMY!, WHERE ARE YOU?!!" Wilbur said, but tommy didn't have the energy to answer.

Finally tommy felt the wall nearby brake, "Omfg! Are you ok tommy?" Wilbur's worried voice can be heard.

"Ye........s?" Tommy said while wilbur broke the chains "WE FOUND HIM, HE MUST ME NEAR!" A voice behinde him can be heard. It was techno.

After the chains broke tommy's hands hands wrapped around his stomach.

" you go help them to find him, I will take care of him"wilbur said and techno nodded and left.

Wilbur helped tommy up "you ok tommy?, god you look like shit! What the fuck did that baster do to you?!" Wilbur asked. But tommy just replied.

"I........need....some rest...." And wilbur nodded, oh you better know wilbur is gonna-

Wilbur saw the feathers, one of dream's mask (he has a lot of them) and the way tommy was breathless,he understood what happened.

'Oh, that green shit is gonna pay for this...' Wilbur thought, but that has to wait cuz right now all he wanted to do is get tommy to the base.

But that won't be that long....

END

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HOLY COW! It's been forever since I posted!! Thx you for waiting!! I am so sorry for that!! This fic was so long, and I didn't have the motivation to write. But anyways....

Hope you like this!.

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"Your Majesty" // C!Technoblade x reader

I posted this on my Wattpad but I'm moving everything onto my Tumbr-

Female pronouns used!

Words: 2k+

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"Would you say it's wrong to kiss you before we wed?"

"I think it's best to find out"

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"Rise and shine your highness, much to do today"

Niki had pulled open your curtains in a swift motion to let the beaming sunlight of the new day in. Bringing a hand up to your face you tried to shield your poor eyes from the incoming light, "It feels too early..." You groaned. "It's been 3 ticks on the sundial since it has risen, you've slept plenty" her soft voice spoke as she moved to the other side of the room to open your wardrobe. You slowly sat up in your bed, your hair poking out prominently in several places from bed head, "What's on the menu this morning?" You asked finally standing up and out of your bed. "Breakfast is served as biscuits and freshly cooked pig meat along with the freshest waters," Niki said as she laid out your dress and prepped your corset.

You untied the strings from your nightgown, letting it fall to the floor to pool around your feet. Niki came to stand behind you as she wrapped the corset around you, pulling the strings tightly to give you a smaller form. You let out the breath that was squeezed from you, you've gotten used to the feeling at least from over the years of wearing it. "My apologies your highness, ill try not to be rough next time" Niki had apologized with her soft voice, you had smiled a bit before speaking "You know it doesn't bother me, I would never be upset with my best friend anyway over something silly". The next few minutes followed with your usual routine, Niki helping you with your dress and hair before putting your shoes on followed by putting on jewelry of all the finest emeralds, and lastly your small crown that Niki pinned to your hair to make sure it would stay no matter what.

Taking a deep breath as you left your room you began to mentally prepare for the day, prepping for everything that would happen, most of your mentality going towards hoping your younger brothers wouldn't cause you or the kingdom staff any headaches today. As being the second oldest and the only oldest sibling left after your brother Wilbur left a few times ago, it was your responsibility to keep them in check whilst also being a good role model for them to look up to.

Walking down the hall with Niki by your side was peaceful, the light seeping through the windows illuminated the walls that held shelves of decore and paintings that hung from the wall, many of other nobles, gods, and your ancestors. Coming to the grand stairway you took a pause, looking up at the large prize jewel painting of your kingdom, a painting that was always the first thing visitors saw when they first entered the castle you've spent all your life in. The painting wasn't much recently but was an older one, your father Phil sat on his throne, you and Wilbur standing behind him towards the back with your younger brothers Tommy and Tubbo sitting on small stools in front of him and lastly your mother, your unfortunate mother who was sadly declared dead from being lost at sea many times ago when you were around Tommy and Tubbo's age.

You tried not to think much about it, you had already mourned enough, you were older now and not a small child anymore and it was time to grow up and take responsibility. Looking away you took your time going down the staircase with Niki following close behind you. By reaching the bottom you could already hear the commotion your brothers were causing coming from the main dining hall, Niki walked ahead of you to open the doors. Taking a few steps in you could see your father Phil sat at the head of the table, yelling at your brothers who were play fighting with wooden swords around the room, he hadn't even noticed you enter. Taking a deep breath you started towards your seat next to your father, your brothers taking notice, "Well look who finally decided to wake up, I didn't know they let the witch out of the dungeon!" Tommy remarked to you with an annoyingly arrogant voice. You learned a long time ago not to let his petty little remarks get to you, "I didn't know small gremlins were allowed to roam the castle halls" You remarked back, taking your seat next to your king father.

"Boys take your seats!" your father exclaimed in a rather louder tone than he had been using, your brothers stopped their horseplay and took their seats across from you next to your father, Tommy making faces at you while Tubbo played with his silverware. Tommy had always been a handful, and it got even worse after your mother's passing, always causing havoc when he could and terrorizing poor Ranboo in the garden. Tubbo however was the complete opposite, very calm and quaint, always being gentle and a bit shy, he had always been that way since your father had found him on a path from making his way back from a nearby kingdom, poor Tubbo abandoned in a crate.

Servants filled the room, placing the cooked breakfast onto the table before you, freshly cooked. You had taken your portion and began to eat, glancing up now and then to take peaks at your family's faces, Tommy had made a mess mostly always eating like a pig, Tubbo ate slowly while your father at almost even slower.

Time had passed and you had finished your meals, your father leaving off to go do his duties while your brothers went off to schooling. You on the other hand had to go attend your edicate classes, basically princess training to become queen one day. Niki following close suite behind you as you made your way down the halls to the study room where a noblewoman would meet with you for training.

"Eyes up, shoulders back, and posture straight!" Miss Alyssa berated you, "You've been around that damned Captain Puffy too much! Losing your manners!" She bickered and bitched. "Yes ma'am," You said respectfully and followed her commands, "One-day (Y/N) you'll have your kingdom to rule and watch over, a citizen won't listen to you if you have no proper respect or command!" She nagged. You glanced over at Niki who stood near the door, her presence being enough to support you, and her small gestures of nodding her head gave you the confidence you needed to get things done the right way. This lesson was learning how to pour tea, this was a crucial lesson as it would result in future relations with other queens that would soon become friends once you get married off, and having successful tea pouring skills for picnics in the garden would prove substantial for you.

Your hand grasped the handle of the teapot, slowly lifting it while your other handheld lightly to the lid that kept the contents in the pot. You moved the pot over a small cup and tilted it gently, making sure the glass didn't clink too loudly as you poured the savory tea into the cup. Setting it back down after the generous pour, you dropped 2 sugar cubes gently into the cup, stirring it with the small spoon before setting it back down on the small plate. You glanced up at Miss Alyssa to see what her facial expression was, to see that just maybe you were doing everything right; she had a poker face of an expression, making it harder to know what she was feeling. You put your hands out to gently pick up the cup slowly, making sure to calm your jitters so the cup didn't shake from you lifting it. You lifted the cup from the small plate before slowly taking a small sip and setting the cup back down on the plate, lowering your arms to set the glassware onto the table. "Well done, you're getting better" Alyssa congratulated you for having a good performance.

You smiled as you stood, bowing your head a little to Miss Alyssa before turning and leaving out the door with Niki trailing close behind you. "Well that went better than most times, don't you think your highness?" Niki asked you with her soft voice, "I suppose so, but I think it only went that way because my best friend was with me" You turned your head and smiled at Niki. Now that your classes were done you had a lot of free time, trying to decide whether to spend it in the library or the garden.

Niki had reached up and tapped your shoulder, both of you coming to a stop in the halls, "Well your highness I must be going now, many cleanings to do around your brothers quarters today" Niki had taken a small bow to you while you nodded your head in understanding, "That is fine, you are dismissed" You turned your head back before continuing to walk down the hall as Niki walked the opposite direction of you.

You decided that the best option for your free time was to be spent in the garden, making your way through the long halls before finally reaching the door that led to outside. As you opened the door, the bright light from the outside seeped in. It was a beautiful day, not too hot but not too cold and the temperature was moderate. Looking around you noticed Ranboo near the fountain tending to the roses as part of his daily routine, Ranboo always had a green thumb. He was like a brother to you, Phil having to adopt him, raised him for most of his life after finding him abandoned in a blue forest in the nether. Ranboo never wished to be royal, and instead loved the garden more than jewels and fame. You walked out into the garden, reaching your hand out to feel the bushes brush against your fingertips as you walked by, making your way to the small pond closed by trees surrounding it.

You sat down at the bench that overlooked the pond, watching the koi fish swim around with ease. This was your peaceful spot when you needed to get away from stress, most of the stress being caused by Tommy's shenanigans, it was rather quiet and held much shade from the sun so it wasn't too hot. The bushes near you rustled, you turned your head to look at them, thinking that it was one of your younger brothers that had come to look for you. Instead, the tall lengthy figure of Ranboo had emerged with a bright smile set on his face, his overalls rather dirty and his hair sticking out from the large straw hat that sat upon his head. "Evening your highness!" He exclaimed before taking the empty seat next to you on the bench, "Evening Ranboo" You greeted back, scooting over slightly to make sure there was enough room for the both of you.

You both sat in silence, watching the fish swirl in the pond as the lily pads floating on the water, the small waterfall that connected to the pond trickled with a soft sound. The birds chirped and tweeted in a melodic tone almost as it was performing a song. No pesky bugs were around thanks to Ranboos expert remedies to keep them away so they don't destroy his beautiful garden.

All for it to be ruined by the screaming of which you could instantly tell was Tommy. "Tommy give it back!" you could hear poor Tubbo call out, "Not until you admit how stronger and better I am than you!" you peered your head outwards to see behind one of the trees that blocked your view. Tommy had gotten a hold of Tubbo's precious bee doll, something that Tubbo held dear to him seeing as it was his favorite thing in the world. You sighed in a bit of frustration, standing up from your spot on the bench and walking over to the young princes to put their behavior to a stop and help poor Tubbo get his bee back. "Tommy you stop this right now!" you yelled at the young blonde child.

Tommy stuck his tongue out and threw the bee at Tubbo who caught it, running off back into the castle, making sure he slammed the doors behind him. Checking on Tubbo you saw he was smiling happily with his bee back in his hands.

Not even a few seconds later the doors had opened up again and Niki emerged from them, "His majesty, the king Philza wishes to speak to you your highness" Niki said in her calm tone. You had looked back to see that Ranboo has gone unbothered and was back to tending to his roses, "Ill be there shortly" You smiled. Niki nodded her head in understanding and left, leaving you, Tubbo and Ranboo in the garden. "Do you think Tommy went and told on you?" Tubbo looked up to you and asked, "Surely not" you said with confidence walking towards the door and beckoning him to follow you.

The two of you walked down the long halls until you made your way into the throne room where your father, Philza, sat on his large green and gold throne. "You wished to see me father?" you bowed your head before standing straight and walking to sit on your throne next to him. Your father turned his head to you and smiled, "I've been told you are doing exceptionally well in your classes and studies'' he slouched with interest towards you, "Yes sir, Miss Alyssa says that ill is ready for queenship anytime soon now" you had answered in a clear tone. "I'm very proud of you, it's lovely to know my daughter will make an exceptional queen, speaking of which, you are getting older and I think its time we start discussing marriage." you sat in silence for a moment, you never often thought about marriage but when you did it wasn't something that you seemed to mind, even if it was arranged (Which at the time was common) you wouldn't mind but just hope who you are to wed wasn't much of a bloke.

"There's a lord that I would like to have you wed too, he's from the Nether and I know he would keep you safe. He used to be a student of mine" Your father had stood from his throne and walked to you, squatting down next to your throne to get on level with you. "Please accept this, I just wish for you to be safe (Y/N)." You knew your father was just trying to think in the best interest of you and the more you thought about it the more you realized you probably knew this person, already personally knowing many of your father's past students.

"I suppose I can accept" You smiled at your father. Phil smiled and laughed as he stood up and bringing you with him for a tight hug, "Oh my (Y/N) is off to be wed! This is amazing!" he stood back for a moment, "Your mother would be so proud of you" he spoke softly

You sat back down as your father called in his messenger, telling that you had accepted and that a ball would be thrown in celebration of your new-found engagement.

Now all there was to do was prepare.

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[ghosttlul]

Petalsbrough is long abandoned. The footprints that Tommy and Ranboo leave behind are the first to grace the sandy shore in months. 

Ghostbo’s boots, on the other hand, leave no mark in the sand. 

He stands in a familiar place, on a dune just on the cusp of the dewy flower forest ahead. When he squints at the grains of coarse sand round his shoes, he swears he can see rusty-colored speckles of old dried blood. Of course, the discoloring could be from the current splashes of blood dripping down his neck, translucent and slightly ectoplasmic.

Tommy and Ranboo stand behind him, a little further down the beach, and Ghostbo turns to face them. Next to the pair, Tommy’s carved a little two-block hole filled with bubbling, popping lava. He stares into it as Ranboo nervously flicks through the copy of the revival book for the fifth time, eyes scanning and re-scanning the cream pages for any possible jeopardizing error. Ghostbo wonders, absently, if she’s wondering for or against any such mistake. 

“Well,” Ghostbo hums, his undead voice reverberating through the still air. “Here we are.” 

“Here we are,” Ranboo agrees, with an uneasy smile- and he winces, clutches his side momentarily. Healing potions do wonders, but it isn’t easy to instantly heal a near-fatal amount of blood loss and a nasty stab to the abdomen. ‘I guess it’s- I guess we’d better…” 

Ghostbo shrugs. “I guess we’d better. Do your stuff, magic man.” 

As Ranboo nervously complies, scrawling the final piece of writing into the book- Tubbo’s name, presumably. Tommy is quiet. He watches with narrow eyes as Ranboo shuts the book and tosses it into the lava with trembling hands. But Tommy makes no move to stop the process as the book bursts into flames and disintegrates. 

Tss. 

The air is tangibly silent. Ghostbo squirms under Ranboo’s gaze, which is practically nailed into her, and Tommy watches the lava silently. 

They all saw Ghostbur’s death message way back when Wilbur rose from the grave. They know what’s meant to happen. 

Yet no one will reach for their sword. 

‘’I’ve changed my mind,” Tommy breaks the silence abruptly, in a near-panic. “I can’t. We shouldn’t–” he turns to Ranboo with curled fists. “This is wrong. We can’t just– Ranboo. You know we can’t.” 

Ranboo gestures helplessly. “I don’t want to either, Tommy, but- but what choice do we have? Ghostbur–” 

“Ghostbur was different! Dream murdered him! It could just be a- a coincidence! Maybe Ghostbo and Tubbo can exist, and we’ll- we’ll have two Tubbos and everything will be twice as fucking great!”

The soft hiss of steam permeates the air as Ranboo turns his face away.

"I'm sorry, bossman," Ghostbo murmurs quietly, and Tommy turns to him. "This is how it's gotta be."

"But it doesn't!" Tommy surges forward, setting his hands to rest on Ghostbo's shoulders, but his fingers only pass right through. "I can't kill you, and Ranboo can't, either. I won't let it happen."

Ghostbo thinks of the flame bow tucked into her hotbar, and sighs quietly. "I'm not asking you to. I know I have to do it."

Tommy's face all but crumples. "Don't fucking say that. This bullshit- it isn't fucking fair. I'll find a way to make it right."

"Tommy," Ghostbo says. "You know as well as I do I'm only an echo of Tubbo. I can't be there for you like he can, and I can't protect you in this state."

"I don't need protecting!"

"Yeah." Ghostbo reaches for Tommy's hand. They both know they can't make contact while like this, but they are drawn to each other nonetheless. Touch is easy as breathing. "We've grown up a lot. Which is why you've gotta let go, big man."

"But I can't." Tommy looks like she might cry. "I want you here."

"I will be here." Ghostbo smiles and jokes, "You couldn't get rid of me that easily. We're called clingy for a reason, y'know."

Tommy's river-blue eyes soften around the edges. "Yeah. We're fuckin clingy," he mumbles. He lets out a heavy, shuddering breath and looks away. "Okay, Ghostbo."

Ghostbo removes his bow and arrow from his hotbar. His health is already low, thankfully. It should be quick.

"Ranboo," Ghostbo says, and his husband looks up with wet eyes.

"Um- yeah...?"

He offers a wry smile. "Thanks for letting me hang around."

#radio.distortion #speaker.static #tw death. #tw implied suicide.

[itssideria]

oh, but the utter symbolism of dream's mask. oh, i could cry.

we've watched him through five animatics now. we've watched that mask start off just—barely on his face? barely there? back when dream was open, when he was annoying but not evil, eyes and soul left vulnerable, bared to the world just like everyone else's. we watched him laugh the first time l'manberg blew up, watched the fury on his face, white flags, white flags at dawn or you are dead!

and oh, how we've watched that mask become fucking terrifying.

sad-ist is a genius. and someone else said it, long before i did, but as you keep cycling through the animatics? that mask covers his face more and more. first, just one half. then his eyes, so you can only see his smile. then it covers everything, but it slips, sometimes, doesn't it? when he's happy, when he's victorious.

and then this animatic. final waltz. until he has tommy and tubbo alone, it doesn't come off once.

he's impassive. unreachable. he's cut off every last attachment, staved off every bit of emotion, run himself dry so he can't be controlled in the way he wants to control others. when he reveals his face to them, it's because he's won—because he has tubbo to control tommy, and tommy to control tubbo, how would they even dare to try and do it back to him? and then. and then—

everyone steps through the portal. the mask, like reflex, comes back on.

he no longer has all the cards, and he knows it. so he sets himself up to regain control once more. sets himself up to win. and then he loses, and the boys are protected, and youre watching and you think you might stop breathing—

and then tommy rips the mask off, and shatters it too, for good measure.

good fucking riddance.

and dream, the little bitch, cowers. because he's the one laid bare, he's the one under their control, he's the one that lost, with the massive fucking axe-scar to prove it—

and there's no mask to reach for. no piece of white he can put back on. he's lost. he's lost. he tried to control tommy and now tommy's towering over him and there's no mask and he's fucking lost.

did i mention that i could cry?

#mari talks #mari analyses #sad-ist #spoilers #tommyinnit #dreamwastaken #dream smp #GONNA SCREAM ABOUT THIS DETAIL FOREVER

[soothinglee]

GOODBYE

I'm so sorry for the wait, huge writers block to little motivation!

summary: ranboo finds them.

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“RANBOO? what are you doing here?" tubbo asks stepping forward slightly, the smile on his face wavers, he's nervous. he watches as Ranboo folds back his cuffs to clip it onto the sleeves.

"what do you think?" he sneers, "I wanted to be apart of our family reunion." he walks over to the table, past y/n who backed up so much they ran into the wall. ranboo didn't even give them a glance. he picks up the teapot that was left alone, grown cold and flavorless` and pours himself a drink in unused cup next to it.

y/n stares at him as he makes himself at home. pulling out a chair just to slouch in it and prop his feet up. the soles of his shoes were torn up and discolored. at the heel was a tiny smiley face which looked to be craved in with some kind of wood chip.

every second that he was here was a second y/n got more pissed. they watch as he toys with an abandoned crumb, moving it around like a pawn on a chessboard.

they always loved chess.

tubbo shifts his weight on his toes and coughs, bringing the attention towards him. ranboo leans his head in tubbos direction but his gazes is stuck strong on y/n, who was picking at the hem of their jumper sleeve, refusing to look at ranboo.

"how has your day been ranboo?" tubbo inquires going to sit on the opposite side of him, in y/ns' spot. he crosses his legs and reaches across the table to grab his tea but doesn't sip it.

he's comfortable.

too. comfortable.

ranboo clears his throat and looks at him through his eyelashes, his glasses shift on his nose and slides down, so much you can see his whole eyebrow but just a tiny section of his eye.

he laughs and shakes his head "well when I woke up to find the bed empty and the house cold I was upset to say the least," he flicks the crumb he had been playing with across the room. "and when I found out where my husband had slipped away to I was," he puts his feet on the floor and leans his body onto the table, "disappointed I-"

"how did you find me?" y/n interjects standing behind tubbo who was nervously looking between the both of them.

ranboo looks at y/n, an indescribable glint shines in his eyes and for a split second his ears turn downward. he takes his elbows off the table and sits up straight, "well hello you." he starts smiling lightly "I didn't know when you would say something."

y/n repeats themselves but this time the tone is stern, demanding.

seconds go by before anything is said, ranboo contemplates telling them the truth while tubbo bites at his nails not looking at anyone.

ranboo sighs and wipes off his hands from the cookie grease, "I found the napkin you gave to tubbo the day we left from techno's, he had left it on the kitchen counter on accident," he looks at tubbo who had turned his body completely away from the two, "but I'd like to say he did it on purpose." ranboo mumbles picking at his hands and staring at the wall behind y/n.

they scoff "okay? but that still doesn't explain how you found this place, I made sure nobody could track me down..." they look at tubbo who was avoiding eye contact, his posture rigid. "unless.." their voice trails off.

ranboo smirks and stands to his feet, the sounds of the chair scraping the floor bounces off the wall. "unless?" he repeats walking towards tubbo.

he couldn't have. he wouldn't have.

"unless he told you were I was." they watch as ranboo places a hand on tubbos shoulder and in response he tenses up.

"there's your answer."

the ground and the ceiling starts spinning, all the air had left their lungs as they try to find where the wall was. They trip over the rug and almost fall to the ground. tubbo stands up.

"y/n, be careful." tubbo goes to help them but they slap his hand away.

"no! stay away from me!" they gasp trying to find some distance between them.

"its not what it seems!" tubbo tries to reason but y/n plugs their ears using their tail to swipe at tubbo.

"YES IT IS!" they huff, "you lied to me, put me in danger. and after all the things you told me you still thought it was a good idea to stay."

tubbo steps forward to begin talking but ranboo pushes him out the way and turns to him instead.

"tubbo," he says looking at him, the air grows cold and so does his voice, "what did you tell them?"

he try's to defend himself but nothing comes out of his mouth, he looks like a fish out of water. sweat started dripping from his forehead.

he cant come up with anything.

"I'm going to ask you again," ranboo takes a step forward and bends down at tubbos height, his voices echos and booms throughout the room, he no longer sounds like himself. "what did you tell them.”

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hey uh- can I have a Ranboo x short!reader who doesn't get like any hints that he likes them? Also can the readers aesthetic be dark academic/academia? its okay if this is to complex- [it could be tubbo or Ranboo I don't really care :)]

a/n : ahhh, of course!! dark academia it is (i love this aesthetic)! i don’t think i mentioned anything much about the aesthetic, only some details about what you’re wearing. i also made Ranboo be this kind of flirt (??) but i don’t think it’s something too much ehehehe :D really hope this is what you had in mind. enjoy and thanks for requesting! <3

sweeter than sugar (Ranboo x short gn!reader)

you were currently at Ranboo's, helping him out with his newest stream/video (he was streaming it but also planned to edit it and post it on his youtube). he actually let you choose what you guys will be doing for the stream, since his fans were practically begging for more of your appearances. and you guys were baking cupcakes, since... well, cupcakes!

"Y/n, don't you think the fans will start saying cupcakes aren't original, since i already baked a cake? cupcakes are actually cakes, but in cups. did you know that?" Ranboo made some silly small talk, as you two were preparing the ingredients. you laughed answering :

"yes. cupcakes are cakes, but there's more of them, meaning more people can enjoy them!"

"hmmm. but you can cut a cake in smaller pieces. that means that the same amount of people can enjoy cake and cupcakes." he said politically.

 chat started spamming confused emotes as you guys continued debating whether cake or cupcakes were better. in the end you decided that both of them are cool and everyone seemed content with this decision.

 “alright!” said Ranboo, clapping his hands excitedly, “i think we’re ready. wait, one more thing missing.” he bent down.

 “don’t tell me you forgot to preheat the oven.” you said jokingly, remembering how he forgot to do it in the video he baked a cake.

 “oh, trust me, i learned! no, this is something much cooler.” he answered, standing up and making you feel short again. he then handed you an apron, putting his own on himself.

 you thanked and put it on carelessly over your light brown sweater and looked at the recipe in the book you two borrowed from Ranboo’s mom.

 “alright, first we’ll have to put the butter and sugar in a large bowl and beat them with an electric whisk.” you said, reaching for the tool, but stopped when you saw chat spamming something, as if wanting to attract your attention. you leaned to the monitor, your eyes catching a glimpse of “THE APRONS”, “OMG MATCHING APRONS” and “LOOK AT THE APRON Y/N”.

 your cheeks became a bit red when you looked at yourself in the monitor, seeing “we go together like” written on yours and “like bacon and eggs” on Ranboo’s apron. you turned to him with a jokingly angry expression :

 “what’s all this, then?”

 Ranboo was thankful he had a mask and glasses on, because he also started blushing. nevertheless, he managed to stammer out a “i just thought they looked cool” along with a chuckle.

 you couldn’t lie, they did seem cool, even if it was the most cheesy thing ever, so you didn’t complain and kept it on. 

 “alrighty, as i said - let’s put the sugar and butter into the bowl.” you said, starting to work.

 “you know, sugar reminds me of you, Y/n.” Ranboo said, leaning onto the table.

 “oh really? why is that?” you asked, mixing the ingredients obliviously. 

 “it’s as sweet as you.”

 you blushed again immediately, this time your heart skipping a beat. you started stammering something in gibberish as Ranboo laughed, muttering a “sorry” and getting to work too.

 you saw chat spam “AWWWWW” and love emotes chaotically, but you took a deep breath and tried to continue on with the cupcakes, a small smile dancing on your lips.

 the rest of the stream went pretty well, with some cliché phrases and acts from Ranboo, such as booping your nose with a spatula with some cupcake dough on it or food related pick up lines like “you must be peanut butter, cuz you make my legs feel like jelly”, at which you would just laugh, thinking he’ doing it in a friendly manner. 

 “alright, chat. it’s the big moment.” Ranboo said, taking the cupcakes out of the oven.

 you two picked a cupcake for yourselves, blew it a bit so they would cool down faster and started eating.

 “what?! Ranboo, this is so good.” you said, munching contentedly on the cupcake. 

 “yeah, because we baked them together.” he answered behind the camera, so the chat wouldn’t see his face.

 you laughed, feeling the hotness creep up on your face again.

 not so long after the degustation, Ranboo ended the stream and you two started cleaning up. for some reason you could sense that something was bothering him.

 “Ranboo? is something wrong?”

 he laughed nervously :

 “uh- i don’t think so? well- sort of? i don’t know.” Ranboo answered, not able to make up his mind.

 “you can always tell me, you know. i won’t judge.” you smiled sweetly. sweeter than sugar.

 Ranboo inhaled deeply, not believing he was actually about to tell you his biggest secret :

 “alright, uhm- well, the thing is, i- i kind of really like you. and- more than a friend. i know it’s pretty weird. but i thought you would pick up my hints during the stream. now when i think about it, it was a pretty dumb decision and- i’m sorry.” he finished rambling, chuckling nervously.

 you stared at him, blinking dumbly :

 “i’m such an idiot.” you muttered.

 “what? why? of course you’re not.” he said, worried.

 “i didn’t get your signs! and when i think about it, there was a heck lot of them.” you said, sorry, “but the thing is- i really like you too- and i would be happy if... if we were together.” you finished, your look somewhere on the floor, blush showing on your face.

 your short form was engulfed in Ranboo’s big bear hug after a short moment, and you couldn’t help but giggle. it felt really nice.

 “i’m very glad.” he said, smiling.

 you two weren’t able to let go of each other for a bit. you actually couldn’t remember when was the last time you felt this happy.

#ranboo x reader #dream smp ranboo x reader #ranboo imagines #dream smp imagines #dream smp x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #mcyt fluff #ranboo fluff #dream smp fluff #mcyt ranboo x reader #mcyt ranboo

[factorialsotherfandoms]

It's warm in Soulfire's underground base, no matter how cold the surface is. There's lava below the earth and fires burning in the corners, their little patch of greenery and safety in the burning wastes of purgatory.

Pac sits between Forever and Mike, a bowl of melted ice on his lap. He swaps the rags on their foreheads for fresh ones, and looks over the group - so many of their team have fallen sick, the frozen outsides coming to spite them. Somehow, Pac has avoided it; Fit has as well, and Bad is pretending not to be suffering for the sake of morale. Tubbo worked through the worst of it and is nearly back to full form, Bagi is just starting to come down with it in turn...

Tina fell sick most recently, caring for everyone else both taking its toll and exposing her. Pac wonders if he'll follow her soon - and if he does, if Fit will catch him when he falls.

ElQuackity he isn't sure about, the man having already left before everyone else woke up.

Luzu (Arin) vanished a few days in, and nobody knows what happened to him at all.

"Will you be alright?" Bagi asks, eyes checking him over.

"Yes," Pac nods as he says it. "You go to the meeting; I'll look after them."

"You sure, king?" it's Tubbo asking. "You don't need someone else to stay too?"

"The eye said everyone available," Fit points out. "Even leaving Pac is pushing it; and if we disobey..."

It doesn't really bare thinking about; Pac smiles at them, "go get this all sorted. Good luck, Tubbo, I hope you win and save the eggs."

Pac knows Richarlyson is as safe as possible - Cellbit is awake and on their opposition, and, for all his recent crimes, will save their son if there is any chance, plus Philza will account for Felps (he hopes, if only because Philza will be praying Missa is counted by Soulfire). And even if three are in fever dreams and Pac himself is caring for them, he trusts Tubbo to remember how many of the boy's fathers had his back.

It's Dapper, and Ramon, and Leo, and Chayanne and Tallulah, that people are really fighting over.

"Tell me if anything happens?" Pac asks.

"Of course," Fit promises first.

"We need to head out," Tubbo says, checking his comms. "You shouldn't have trouble, but call if you do?"

"We'll come straight back," Bagi promises. "Just stay safe, okay? Even if they break the truce, they've never hurt the sick before - just hide."

"I know," Pac... trusts the enemy just enough to know only he is in any danger. "You should go."

"Later!" Tubbo calls, and the rest also make their farewells. It's Fit who lingers longest, saying nothing else but meeting Pac's eyes.

Pac wants to reach out and squeeze his hands for reassurance, for safety, for protection - instead he wrings out another cloth, and leans over to wipe down Mike's face.

By the time he swaps to Forever, the others are gone; he's careful they don't see the strange nether-marks on Forever's cheek. Those seem to come with their own sickness, for Forever's fever sits deeper than the rest, his sleep more restless, his dreams more terrifying and more desperate. Pac soothes what he can, and then stands.

He doesn't want to, but there are more than just his two fellow Brazilians to attend.

Tina did so well keeping the group together, but suffers so much now - he redoes the braids keeping her hair from her face, a little confused Bagi did not do it before leaving. Rivers is half-awake when he gets to her, so he gives her some painkillers and a glass of water to help.

They're taken without complaint, and Pac is pretty sure that means it's bad.

Pol and Lenay, Mariana and Pierre, Kameto and Niki and Missa - the last is hard, because Pac knows he shouldn't remove his mask. Rather than intrude on privacy he does as Tina did, and tucks the cloth behind his neck instead.

He checks on everyone, before quickly stepping outside. He collects more water, sees the burning red sky, and quickly flees back inside.

Unless something changes, they'll be alright for a little while; Pac still sits himself between Mike and Forever, one hand clinging to each of them.

Mike was in the hospital even before they were all dragged out here, thrown into purgatory unconscious and having not woken up since. Forever... Was doing better at the start, but the burning heat of sickness has been building all these two weeks.

Pac just prays that, after whatever meeting the eye summoned them for, everyone can go home. The island is terrible, but at least there's medicine and beds and no worries your neighbours will come murder you in your sleep because a great Eye has stated that you kill or your children die.

Just a few hours more, and they can get everyone proper medicine. And beds. And they can find out if the reason he hasn't seen Felps all week - and so many others - is also sickness and being hidden away to recover, or something else.

A few more hours, and everyone will be safe. Just a few more hours to hold on - Pac clings to his friends and promises himself its just a few hours more.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp pac #qsmp purgatory #angst #yeah sorry pac its not going to work out okay #on any of the levels you thought it might #whumpcember2023 #day 1: fever #I'm not aiming to do every day probably #but I've got ideas for a few #... fainting is half written and going to be fun I promise #anything else not even I know #and I do want to get some other bits done if I have spoons and time... #half tempted to put a poll for which characters get most attention in the whump event #but like eh

[bergandysam]

✮𝗗𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗣𝘂𝘇𝘇𝗹𝗲 - 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻✮

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Hi! I thought of this while doing a 3D puzzle of a globe. It was fun ngl.

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Headcanon - You and your S/O sit down and do a puzzle. Characters - CC!George, C! + CC! Tommy, CC!Dream, CC!Sapnap

They started off as headcanons but slowly turned into oneshots. lol whoops. sorry

Word Count: 3.6k CW: Swearing

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C!Tommy: 781 words

Tommy loves spending time with you. Especially when you guys go on adventures around the SMP.

Doing something that always got you scolded by Philza or Wilbur.

Whether that be looting people's chests, or accidentally blowing creepers up while trying to get a new disc.

There was never a dull moment between the two of you

Always laughing, always getting into (playful) arguments

You were inseparable and always full of energy

So when you decided that after years of playful banter and energy shared between you, that you wanted to sit down for the day and relax while doing a puzzle, did Tommy regret being friends with you.

When i say regret, i mean he “regrets” it

He loves you, he truly does

But on days like these all he wanted to do was leave

You always made sure to ask beforehand whether or not he wanted to join you. His immediate thought was to say no and go hang out with Tubbo.

But seeing the desperate look in your eyes wanting nothing more than to just spend a relaxing day with your best friend did he cave.

He always does and always will.

But that doesn't mean he will ever stop complaining.

“AWE COME ON Y/N! I’m booooored”

Tommy was hanging off of the couch. His legs swung over the back of the recliner while his head was hanging off the edge of the chair. The blood went straight to his face making him look like a tomato. You laughed the moment you looked up from the puzzle. Wanting nothing more than to complete it. You shook your head.

“Tommy, we've been sitting down for an hour.. Instead of lying there complaining, help me complete the puzzle!”

You pouted at him hoping he’d agree to stay with you. Even if he didn’t participate in the completion of the puzzle. He groaned the moment he saw your face. Heat rose to his cheeks more than they already had, he was glad to be hanging upside down before you could make fun of him. He had always fancied you, although he’d never admit it out loud. He sighed obnoxiously loud and sat up.

“Fine” he muttered standing up, dragging his feet slowly over to wear you were sat on the floor. He fell next to you and groaned even louder than before, leaning his head on your shoulder. You rolled your eyes and flicked his forehead pushing him off of you.

He shouted out a quick “OI!” before seeing the way you flinched at the sudden loudness of his voice. He admired the way you enjoyed puzzles. Liking the way they challenged you, loving the feeling of satisfaction once you did complete it.

“'Ive never fucking liked puzzles” He grumbled under his breath, you head barely heard him but once you realised what he had said, you turned your head and glared.

“If you’ve ‘never fucking liked puzzles’ then why do you always agree to relax and do them with me!?” They were annoyed. Tommy was a kind soul. Behind that obnoxious loud teenager lied a nice mommas boy. Even if there wasn’t a mother around.

He stayed silent. Gaze shifted from your own to the puzzle pieces sitting in front of him, scattered across the wooden planks beneath you. He reached over and grabbed 4 odd pieces, forcing them to fit together. His eyes shone and a smile slowly grew on his face as they slid into one another. Even if he had to use force. He turned to you excitedly.

“Look!! They fit!! I’m the fucking best at puzzles!” You started laughing. You couldn’t help it. Even if you were annoyed mere moments beforehand. Seeing the way your idiotic best friend lit up with accomplishment was enough to make you happy. He furrowed his eyebrows at the sound of your laughter.

“What.. what's so funny” A confused expression had taken over from the previous ecstatic one. You shook your head and smiled at him before punching him in the shoulder.

“No, it's nothing. I love you dork” blush had slowly seeped up his neck upon hearing your words. You had said them a million times before but it still made his heart race. You turned back to the puzzle, a content smile on your face.

Glad that Tommy had finally started to participate and enjoy himself. Even if he was doing it wrong and you knew he was going to start complaining again in an hour. For the time being you were happy.

CC!Tommy: 937 words

Unlike C!Tommy. CC!Tommy was more than happy to sit down and do a puzzle with you. Majority of the time it was his idea.

It was rare for Tommy to get a break. He was always busy. Occupied to an unbelievable extent for a 17 year old.

Planning streams, streaming, planning vlogs, filming vlogs, planning main channel videos, filming main channel videos, setting up his new office, going to college, completing his course work, travelling back and forth between Brighton, London, and Nottingham.

You had stopped seeing each other once Tommy had started getting bigger. You both had responsibilities you needed to attend to. Drifting apart was neither of your faults.

You did keep in touch, but when you did talk it was very short and dry messages.

“Hey” “Hi” “How r u?” “Good, WBU? Vlogs going alright?” “yeah no they’re good. Tiring tho hahaha” “haha i bet” “ahh shit sorry i gtg. Got to do a stream. Bye!” “bye tommy :)”

So when he called you randomly on a wednesday asking if you wanted to come over, you had never been so excited.

“Tommy!” you brought him into a hug the moment the door opened. A soft squeal escaping your mouth. It had been months since you had last seen each other in person. He laughed, hugging you back with the same amount of energy. He brought you in as tight as he could without hurting you.

“How’d you know it was me? Mum's home you know?? You barely had time to look at me” He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you away so he could look at you while he questioned your antics. Your face flushed. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t memorised the pattern of his steps. And with how tall he was, it was hard to miss his heavy footsteps.You laughed and looked down, completely ignoring his question before pushing past him and into the living room.

Leaning against the kitchen counter stood his mum. She was looking at something on her phone. Scrolling through twitter no doubt. Tommy followed shortly after you, closing the door swiftly once you had walked through. Upon hearing the two pairs of footsteps, Mrs Simons looked up from her phone, and her eyes lit up at the sight of you. You and Tommy had been friends for years. Originally meeting each other in primary school when Tommy had pushed you off of the swing because you were “hogging it”. You pushed him off the slide as payback which resulted in Tommy getting a broken arm. But it was worth it.

“Oh my. It's been so long since you’ve come by” Mrs Simons had long forgotten her phone on the kitchen counter as she walked forward and pulled you into a hug. Laughing, you hugged her back. Before you could even say anything, Tommy had grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the staircase to drag you upstairs.

“Tommy! Let me say hi to mum :(“ because of how close you have become over the years, it has become the norm to call Mrs Simons ‘Mum’. She was an important parental figure in your life. Tommy rolled his eyes and continued to drag you towards his room. He stopped in front of his door and turned to you with a giddy grin on his face. He let go of your arm and opened the door with a loud bang. Literally. It hit the wall. It bounced back and closed itself. Tommy groaned as you lost your shit. Laughing as loudly as you could. Of course the more time you spent with each other. The more habits you pick up. One being Tommys laugh. He ignored your light teasing and opened the door again. This time it was a lot softer. The grin had returned to his face. Staring at what was in front of him. The space where his PC had been, was now occupied by boxes upon boxes of puzzles. Tommy hated puzzles when he was younger. Only doing them because you had forced him. Now they were comforting. They reminded him of the times when either of you had been sad, so to distract yourselves you’d sit down and do a puzzle. Just enjoying the silent time you had together.

In the time you two had spent away from each other, you had silently agreed to not do a puzzle without the other person there. It was a tradition of sorts. One of you is sick? Puzzle. Burnt out? Puzzle. Sad? Puzzle. Happy to an unbelievable extent? Puzzle.

Rushing over you picked up one of the boxes. It was custom made. A picture of you, Tommy, Betty, and Walter displayed on the front. You looked back at Tommy as he closed his door and walked towards you. He sat down against the wardrobe, while you sat leaning against his bed. The puzzle was now spread out on the floor in front of you. A grin on both of your faces as you sat there working in silence. You paused and looked up at Tommy. His forehead creased as he concentrated.

“Thank you Tommy. I’ve missed you.” He looked up when you started talking. The crease disappearing as a soft look overtook his features. He nodded in acknowledgement and smiled.

“I've missed you too…” Tommy was expressive. Very expressive. But when it came to expressing feelings other than anger, he had trouble. So hearing him mutter those few words as he looked down avoiding your gaze, made your heart flutter. He was all you could ever ask for. All you ever needed.

CC!Sapnap: 889 words

You’d hate doing puzzles with Sapnap. As much as you loved him, he would just be too much for the calming aura that puzzles are supposed to have.

It was originally a time for you to sit down and relax after a long day. The first time he saw you do it was when you two had first moved in with each other. It’d been within the first week.

Sapnap walked out of his streaming room and stretched his arms over his head, listening to the pop of his joints. You gagged from the lounge room down the hall upon hearing the pops. Sapnap laughed. He always forgot how much you hated the sound. Walking into the lounge room, he saw you sitting at the edge of the couch hunched over the coffee table, which has moved significantly since he last saw it. It was pulled up pressing against your knees as you inspected each puzzle piece. He stared at you confused as to what he was seeing. He didn’t think you'd be the puzzle type of person. “.. what are you doing” You looked up, Sapnap was leaning against the doorway holding the frame as he stared at you. You smiled at him before scooting over on the couch and patted the seat next to you. He raised his eyebrows and walked over sitting next to you as indicated. “I’m doing a puzzle” You continued smiling as you turned to face him, now sitting cross-legged on the couch. “I do them when I’m really stressed. They help calm me down and relax” A look of realisation had set on his face. He nodded and pulled out his phone, settling further into the couch. “Do you wanna do it with me?” He almost looked disgusted by the idea and shook it off saying he's happy to just sit next to you and enjoy your company.

He sat and watched the next few times he caught you doing puzzles. One day when he was watching you, he nudged your shoulder with his own and asked if he could join you. You’d never been happier. You smiled giddily as you watched your boyfriend start to concentrate, trying to find the right pieces.

Sure, Sapnap would be calm at first. Just appreciating the time he was spending with you. But I feel like the more he joined you and the more comfortable he found himself becoming, the more competitive he’d get.

“LETS FUCKING GO! I COMPLETED THE BORDER BEFORE YOU” He’d get excited over the smallest accomplishments. You'd just smile and nod.

“Y/N! Y/N! I COMPLETED THE DOG WHOOOOO”

It was originally just a time for you to sit in silence, but it soon became a way for Sapnap to let out all of his energy and excitement.

His excitement always made you happy and made you smile. Usually hearing him yell out in giddiness when he beat Dream.

You loved puzzles. And you loved Sapnap. The two just didn't mix well.

It had gotten to the point where you had just stopped doing puzzles when he was around. Only doing them when you knew he was recording, streaming, or even going grocery shopping.

When you started to hide the fact that you were doing puzzles without him, he would always come over and ask if you wanted to do one after he finished streaming with the boys, missing the time he spent with you when you did them.

You denied his request every time, always claiming you weren't in the mood or you were feeling tired. He never questioned you, and never expressed his disappointment.

One day though. Sapnap had finished streaming a lot earlier than you had anticipated. He walked into the lounge room and saw you doing the puzzle. Before you even had time to register that he had walked in, he had already sat down next to you and started putting the pieces together. You ignored him and kept doing the puzzle, hoping he'd be calmer today. Everything was going well.. At first. He made a small gasp and your head whipped towards him, waiting for whatever nonsense was going to spew out of his mouth. Your body was tense, you were about to burst.. Instead he kept his mouth shut, a small smile on his face. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you continuing to stare at him for a moment, just waiting for something to happen. When nothing did, you sighed, your body relaxed and you were back hunched over the coffee table.

After you had finished and packed up the puzzle, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him to nuzzle his face into your neck.

“I’m sorry I get so loud when doing the puzzle. I just like spending time with you.” he murmured into your neck. You froze after hearing his apology. A million thoughts racing through your mind. You hesitantly hugged him back. Melting into his touch as you snuggled into his shoulder.

“It’s okay… I know you get excited” he squeezed you before pulling his face away and pressing a kiss to your cheek. He promised to try and be as quiet as he had been that day.

And he kept his word.

Sometimes

Mans still gets excited and yells without realising.

CC!Dream: 325 words

Dream would be similar in the sense of getting competitive over puzzles.

Unlike Sapnap, he knew you would get stressed and anxious when he yelled. Usually keeping his excitement to himself.

He wouldn't do them often though. Opting to just admire you as you concentrate. He didn’t care what you two did together as long as he got to spend time with you.

Dream sat across from you, on the other side of the room. His back pressed to the wall as you sat on the edge of the couch. He had walked in about an hour beforehand, silently just sitting down. He hadn’t moved a muscle since he sat. Not even to check his phone. His arms were crossed sitting on top of his knees, as he rested his head on his arms. Looking up from what you were doing, Dream had stolen your attention. You stared back at him, taking notice of the goofy grin that sat on his face. He started to laugh. It was completely out of the blue. He had just lost it. You stared at him confused before laughing along with him, falling back to sit properly on the couch. Your back finally resting against the cushions. You sighed in content as your tired body finally had time to relax. Dream had calmed down from his laughter not long after you, taking a few more moments to admire you as you relaxed. He stood up and sat next to you. He’d be lying if he said sitting in the same position for an hour on the hardwood floor without moving was comfortable. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder he pulled you into his chest to just cuddle and relax.

This was often how your days turned out. Puzzle or not. Dream always found a loophole for you to lay with him on the couch and cuddle. He always craved your attention and validation. Not that you complained.

CC!George: 668 words

George hated puzzles.

The end.

Not like Sapnap or C!Tommy where he ended up joining you in the end.

He refused to do them, not understanding why you enjoyed them so much.

Whenever you ask George to join you in completing the puzzle, or he walks in on you doing one, he immediately makes a face and backs up.

It's almost like he's scared of them.

Majority of the time, George would purposely annoy you while you were trying to complete it. Making himself annoyed that you weren’t giving him attention in the process.

George doesn’t seem clingy. Especially not in public. But, when you're at home you’re conjoined at the hip. And when you’re home alone with no friends or family around, he will always find some excuse to be touching you. Holding your hand, having his arm around your waist, linking pinkies, touching thighs when sitting down, etc. Anything to have your attention on him. So at the times you do decide to sit done and enjoy a puzzle, is the time that George feels the need to be at his clingiest.

Placing the last green piece on the table you smiled. Finally finishing the border. You had been doing the puzzle for half an hour at this point. You got up and stretched, hearing your knees and back crack at the movement. You shuddered. You had always hated the sound but loved feeling the relaxing sensation flow through you. You walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. While pouring the glass into your cup, you felt arms slowly snake around your waist as a face buried into your neck. Jumping slightly before you sighed, your shoulders slumped relaxing into his touch. He kissed the side of your neck and squeezed your waist tighter. You laughed pushing his arms off of you.

“Nope. No. Nuh uh. Not today Georgie” You squeezed past him to put the jug of water back in the fridge. Hearing him whine from behind you. You turned around and saw George leaning against the counter, arms folded hiding his face. You walked past and patted his back slightly. “You do this every time George, you can't expect it to work the same'' You left him pouting to himself in the kitchen, making your way back to the lounge room to continue the puzzle. Right as you sat down and got comfortable. You groaned, annoyed. You had left your water in the kitchen. You went back to the kitchen slowly, knowing that when you got there George would still be sulking. But you still had hope that he went back to his PC.

Of course that hope had diminished the moment you peeked your head around the doorframe. There stood George. No longer pouting, no. But with YOUR glass of water in hand. He tried to hold back his smile when he saw you step into the kitchen. But ultimately failed.

“George.” You started before walking towards the man standing at the island. “Give me my water” he shook his head in protest, stepping backwards to get away from you.

“You have to promise to cuddle me if you want your water back” You simply shrugged and turned around. Grabbing another glass out of the cupboard and bringing the water jug back out of the fridge. You heard George groan loudly from behind you. He clearly hadn’t thought that far ahead. You downed your glass before turning back to him, the pout returned to his face.

“Fine.” his eyes lit up as he put your previous glass down and walked towards you to take you to bed. “But!” he stopped in his tracks and groaned… again. “You have to let me finish the puzzle first. Or until I get bored. Until then. Go do something else.” He nodded slightly.

Finally you could finish the puzzle.

You didn't finish the puzzle. No you barely got a quarter through it before George came in and dragged you away. Literally.

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I had a fat brain block when it came to Dreams. I'm sorry his was so short :(

Have a good day!

- Birdy

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[honeybunnybeez]

°~Kiss it better~°

♡Genre: Fluff!

♡Poly!Karlnapity x crush!GN!reader (hints of Platonic!Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo x reader at the end)

♡Format: Fanfiction

♡Reader is Gender Neutral!

♡Summary: Being the server's neutral medic meant that you certainly had your work cut out for you since everyone on the server seemed to be getting injured like it was a hobby (much to your worry). However, you swear none have visited you for a quick patch up more than Karl, Sapnap and Quackity do.

"You three come around here way too often with new cuts and bruises," you say as you continue to patch up Karl. You give him a sympathetic look as he hisses the moment you dab the warm damp cloth onto his cuts.

"I thought some people like rugged looking dudes," Sapnap replies as he lays on your couch with Quackity resting on top of him.

"Yeah true, but I'm getting worried, can't you three cut back on the chaos a little?" They leave the question to linger and fade in the air, much to you dismay.

"Ouch! (Y/n), it hurts..." Karl whines softly to you. He was never the best at handling pain compared to the other two men who almost always seemed to be challenging death in every way they could think of.

"I'm sorry, Karl, I'm being as gentle as I can," you swear, if Karl was a dog, his ears would be pointed down right now as he tries to power through you cleaning his wounds. "Tell you what, Jacobs, I'll kiss your booboo's better if you can handle just a bit more of this, okay?"

You intended for it to be a light-hearted joke to cheer him up but instead you can see his face turn a little red and you hear Quackity and Sapnap yell out a "WHAT!?" in unison from across the room.

"D-Do you- I- will you really?" Karl's tone is almost hopeful as he asks you and you can't help but grow flustered.

"If you want me to," your voice is barely above a whisper but you can tell Karl catches it when his red tinted face lights up a little at your confirmation.

He adjusts his sitting position a little and doesn't squirm as much as he did before when you apply the damp cloth back onto his cuts once again. Quackity and Sapnap, who were both rather loud and chatty before this, were now dead silent as they stare at the both of you with a bit of intensity in their eyes.

Normally, as the servers medic, you were pretty fast when it came to quick patch ups like this, but now, your fingers were clumsy as you felt three pairs of eyes looking at you.

It felt like forever before you finished up the final cut. When you're finished giving the bandaged arm a once over, you glance up to look at Karl, who looks at you expectingly.

"You sure you still want this kiss?"

"Mhmm," he's practically vibrating in his seat with a grin on his face as he answers. You run your fingers through his hair a little before placing a quick kiss to his bandaged cheek. He giggles a little at the feeling and thanks you for the affection, reaching up to hold the hand that's still buried in his hair. You can feel your heart beating a mile a minute as he flashes you a lovestruck look and all you can do is nod in response to his thanks, not trusting your own voice at the moment.

You glance behind Karl to see Sapnap and Quackity still staring, only this time, their staring out of disbelief rather than curiousity.

Before you can help yourself, you ask them if they'd like you to kiss their cuts better as well. They don't bother responding, choosing instead to hop off the couch they were sitting on to stand on either side of where Karl is sitting.

You quickly give each of them a kiss and both Sapnap and Quackity are just as eager as Karl to receive your attention. When you pull away, Sapnap flashes you a satisfied boyish grin that makes you even weaker in the knees while Quackity teases you and asks if he can get a little more. You can't help but give in to his little request, kissing his cheek once more and elicting a high pitched giggle from him. Sapnap and Karl give a dramatic gasp at the display.

"That's so not fair!"

"Why does he get more kisses!?"

"Because I'm the sexiest here, of course!"

The three men start to bicker jokingly amongst themselves and you can't help the smile that curls on your lips at their banter. Sapnap turns to you to ask you for something but a shout of your name can be heard from outside your home.

"(Y/n), are you home!?" Oh, that sounded like Tommy. Slipping away to look out your window, you see him coming over with Ranboo and Tubbo in tow. They seem to be a little scruffed up, much to your worry.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry you three but it seems like the boys need tending to as well," the three of them give you a dissapointed look and a part of you wants to say that they could stay longer if they wished but the last time that happened a flower pot got destroyed and a window was shattered. What's worse was that the two trios were only being playful during that incident, you don't want to risk the destruction of your home if an actual argument ever broke out between them.

"But I didn't get my extra kisses..."

Thinking for a moment, you decide on a compromise, "Tell you what, if you three come back tomorrow around lunch time I'll give you your kisses if you still want them so badly and maybe a meal if you three have the time."

"You'll be free tomorrow?"

"Mhmm, that's right."

"For the rest of the day?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"Great! So its a date then!" Karl excitedly announces.

Having no time to do a doubletake or ask Karl what he means by that, Sapnap and Quackity quickly agree to it with as much eagerness as Karl. You don't have time to ask for details before you feel three pairs of lips kiss any part of your face they can reach before leaving.

"See you tomorrow, (y/n)!"

You're try to wave goodbye but you're still frozen in place, placing a hand on your forehead where you swore Sapnap kissed. You stay like that for a while until your front door is busted wide open again for the second time that day by the second trio that decided to visit you.

"We just ran into Sapnap and his fianc- Woah, (y/n) are you okay?" You snap out of your thoughts at Tubbo's worried questioning, nodding and responding that you're okay, at least you think you are.

"Are you sure? You look like you're seconds away from passing out," Ranboo's description of your current state is the final nail in the coffin before you cover your face with both of your hands, silently screaming into your palms and sinking down on the floor. You were feeling way too many emotions right now.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, (y/n)?" Despite his harsh sounding words, Tommy is just growing extremely concerned for your wellbeing.

"I... think I've got a date, boys," you reply back, not bothering to move from your position on the floor.

"You what!?"

"Really!?"

"Congratulations!!! :D"

A/N: Do I know what I just wrote? Absolutely not, I just wanted bandage kisses and Karlnapity pinning for the reader all in the same room- I apologize for any mistakes in the story, still trying to get back in the groove or writing! I hope you all enjoyed reading this and have a good rest of the day!

(Requests are open and anon is on!)

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #dream smp x reader #dream smp imagines

[digitalfairyyy]

Never Letting You Out Of My Sight

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Summary: Fighting for the butcher army has its pros and its cons

Warnings: angst with some fluff sprinkled in, mentions of blood, hinted past abuse, choking, flinching

Pronouns: genderneutral

Note: I might write another part to this but who knows

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Art by Jessica Oyhenart

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The stars twinkled in the sky while you stood at your chest, organizing your supplies, pictures of ham and bacon hanging on the walls reminding you of the task at hand; to kill Technoblade. To get revenge for what happened to L'Manberg. You were no more than a nurse for the butcher army, and sometimes a guard, that's currently what you were doing. You had been given the task to watch Phil while the others go find Techno.

Glancing over at where Phil was sitting on house arrest, you picked up a shiny red apple from the chest and made your way to Phil's house. With a quiet knock, Phil was at the door staring at you. You held out the apple to him while he stared at you as if you were insane.

"Take this as my apology to what the Butcher army did to your home, I know an apple isn't a great payment for all the damages but you seemed hungry so," Phil's wings folded back behind him as he reached for the apple in your palm. He thanked you for the apple as he took a bite out of it, "I've never seen Quackity like this, I knew he wanted Techno to pay but not like this."

Philza's eyes narrowed looking at you, "so why are you helping him? Quackity doesn't deserve anything, he's a psychopath. You can find a better friend than that, mate."

You stiffled a laugh with your sleeve making Philza cock his eyebrow at you, "oh sorry, just reminds me of something that an old... friend of mine used to say."

"You stopped yourself before you said friend, what's up with that mate?" Phil questioned, finishing the apple and tossing it behind him into the garbage.

"Just hurts to remember that's all," you didn't want to admit the truth, besides it had been so long, he probably forgot all about you at this point, "it's been so long, you think he even remembers me? It's been such a long time."

"Hey cheer up mate," Philza wrapped one of his wings around you, "here I'll make a deal with you. Help me out of here and save Techno and I'll help reunite you and this friend of yours."

Your eyes widened, nervousness hiding behind your eyes as you felt compelled to agree. Phil smiled at you looking around his chest before pulling out a creeper and a skeleton head, tossing you the skeleton head.

"How are you supposed to leave with those?" Philza looked down at his feet where you were pointing. The iron boots keeping him on house arrest keeping him in place.

"Thinking still about that," Philza looked back at the you, his eyes showing concentration but also worry, "at least Techno knows, I got one of my crows to send him a letter. It's gonna take them a while to get all the way to him, he has time to prepare himself." Phil smiled to himself staring at the creeper head, "we're gonna fucking tail them. I know where Techno lives, with or without a compass, I know."

"But the boots."

Phil let out a breath looking at you, "not like there's a tracker in them, they just can't know I left the house. We can hide in plain sight."

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It was about a few hours long of a journey making your way through the snow, the skeleton head proving to be quite the annoyance as you and Phil hid in the bushes staring at Techno's house where the group had formed. They seemed to be arguing with a ghost who kept switching from going inside and outside.

Than you saw him, Techno standing on his porch staring down at the butcher army and the ghost. He looked the same as he always did, a few new scars but nothing too noticeable. He still wore the robe you had made him, it brought a smile to your face seeing how regal he still looked wearing it.

The ghost seemed to notice you and Phil, waving over at you two while Phil tried to silently signal him to stop. Phil tapping on your shoulder to move to a less visible spot while you two easedropped on the conversation. The ghost continued to float over to you two, waving at Phil and giving him a piece of stake while Phil stayed silent.

Techno started to sprint in your direction as Quackity caught him explaining that he had to come with them.

"Techno isn't allowed in L'Manberg?" the ghost said with a quiet cry, apart of you felt bad for him, he seemed so confused and not able to understand the severity of the scene right now.

It was silent.

"I choose blood!" Techno yelled as he smashed potions onto the ground, making it difficult for you and Phil to see the action. All you could hear was Tubbo, Fundy, and Ranboo's screams while Quackity was trying to get a hold of the situation.

"Big Q do something! Big Q!!" Tubbo yelled, blocking Techno's axe with his shield being an inch from his face, "Big Q!"

"Stop!" Quackity yelled, he was riding what seemed to be a horse. You remembered that horse, it was the same horse that Techno used to go riding with you on. Carl you remembered his name was, the most important thing in the world to Techno was that horse.

Techno looked away from where he had Tubbo trapped, his eyes widening seeing Quackity holding Carl, "get away from that horse Quackity!"

"Drop everything, or I will kill this horse right in front of you," Quackity's eyes narrowed. Techno seemed conflicted before he dropped his axe, his armor, his robe, and his crown, allowing Fundy and Tubbo to restrain him.

Phil grabbed your arm pulling you with him, "come on, we have to get there before they do."

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Sitting in the seats like you were told to do when they returned, you waited for Technoblade's execution. The cage open for Techno's place and the anvil waiting to be dropped. Carl was tied to the fence by the dock while you watched Techno be shoved into the cage.

"When I hit that lever over there it is gonna drop and that anvil up there will kill you," Quackity explained while Techno looked up at the anvil hanging above him.

Tubbo made his way over to his stand where he would read Techno's rights before the execution. Tubbo fixed the mic to his height before speaking, "Technoblade has robbed our country of everything that made it special, everything that defined what it was. He stepped in when he shouldn't have. He created chaos, he ruined the government-"

Suddenly an enderpearl was thrown and Punz had appeared smashing potions on the ground before attacking. He dropped tnt on the ground that was quickly picked up before he started to attack the butcher army. You ran out of your spot towards Phil's house which had been boarded up once more.

"Technoblade," the ghost smiled looking up at the piglin hybrid, a blue sheep following him, "I've named him Friend."

"Hello Ghostbur," Techno said in his usual monotone voice, grabbing onto the bars of the cage, "that's fantastic Ghostbur, I'm about to die Ghostbur."

"Fuck it fuck it I'm pulling this lever," Quackity ran over to where the lever was, Techno understandable being confused as he tried to escape the cage. Phil pulling out his bow to try to stop them before Quackity pulled the lever.

It was like slow motion, your back was pressed against Phil's boarded up door as you watched the anvil fall. Techno staring up at the anvil that was coming closer and closer to crushing him. Ghostbur looking confused of the situation, not able to understand. Phil looking away not able to bare staring at his friend die.

But than he didn't...

Instead he jumped ontop of the anvil and out of the cage. Running over to Carl and jumping onto the horse's back riding away.

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You weren't sure what you were supposed to say. You were sitting in front of Quackity stitching up his face while he sat in silence, occasionally tensing up in pain from the needle piercing his skin. You sort of blamed yourself for what happened to Quackity even though it was Techno's pickaxe that did this.

It was a deep cut too, you knew his right eye would never work again from how it had glossed over into a pure white and Quackity had mentioned his vision going blurry in that eye. Once you were done stitching it up, Quackity looked up at you, "so when did you plan to tell me?"

"Tell you what?" you questioned standing up and putting your stuff away, sorting your potions. You really hoped Quackity wasn't hinting at what you think he was.

"About you and Technoblade..." Quackity's eyes narrowed at you when you froze, your fingers tapping on your table, "how you two used to be old buddy buddies? How you helped Philza escape? How you're only helping me because you think I'm gonna hurt Tubbo or Ranboo? Maybe how you fucking love Techno?!" By this point, Quackity had stood up and was right in front of you, you gulping seeing the anger showing in Quackity's eye. It reminded you how Schlatt used to treat you when you worked for him.

"Quackity I--"

"I bet you're so fucking happy to see me like this huh?" Quackity's hand flew its way to your throat, crushing your throat under his hand, "in fucking pain, only having one good eye left, huh? Was this all some kind of joke to you? Did I ever truly mean anything to you because I'm not so sure anymore. Maybe my friendship meant nothing? Bet your fucking terrified now."

You gasped for air, trying to push on Quackity's chest to get him to let go feeling yourself lose consiousness.

"I wish Schlatt fucking killed you in the van," Quackity let go of you pushing you down onto the ground, "get out of L'Manberg, I don't want to see your face in this town again or I will not hesitate to execute you and I won't fail this time at it either."

"But my stuff," you said once you regained air in your lungs.

"Not your stuff anymore, you're on your fucking own now," Quackity opened the door, "you have 10 minutes, I better not see your face again."

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With nowhere else to go, you decided to say hello to an old friend. You were absolutely freezing out here with absolutely nothing to defend yourself. You could only hope that he would want to see you or even remember you and all the times you two shared in the past. You felt like you were gonna turn into ice if you were outside for any longer as you knocked on the door.

But the door never opened and eventually you fell asleep, curled up on the porch by the door. You were slipping in and out of consiousness, you'd end up asleep for a few minutes than out again, falling asleep seemed to be the only thing that kept you warm.

Waking back up, you felt your vision be blurry and your head starting to spin. You couldn't even feel your limbs trying to hold onto your shaking cold body as you slowly felt yourself lose consiousness again.

In your frozen state, you felt a pair of arms pick you up, "it's okay I got you, come on come on, you're gonna be okay." You felt something heavy be wrapped around you and heard the door be opened, "come on, we need a fire. Y/N will freeze to death."

"We need to get them warm," you heard the ghost you had seen before say with the sound of a sheep being heard in response.

You felt yourself be dropped gently onto the ground in front of a fireplace, feeling the soft feel of wool curling up behind you along with the heavy robe.

"Will they be okay Techno?" Ghostbur asked the piglin hybrid who was staring down at you. Why had you come all the way out here? Especially at night and during a storm? That was practically a death sentence. He had no clue what would have happened and what he would have done if he was just a few minutes late, "Techno?"

"Go to bed Ghostbur," Techno said kneeling down onto the floor where you were in front of the fireplace curled up in Friend's wool.

"But ghosts don't sleep."

"Just give me some time alone, go play with Steve," Techno was trying to make up any kind of excuse he could to get a few minutes alone to himself to think. Ghostbur understood that he was not wanted right now and sadly nodded moving to outside where Steve was to give the bear company.

Techno looked down at you, his hand hesitantly going to your hair brushing the few strands you had in front of your face out of the way. He had missed you but knew that the separation was for your own safety but now he wasn't so sure being separated was the safest choice now.

Techno's eyes narrowed in curiosity looking at your neck, it'd almost seemed to be bruised as his eyebrows furrowed. He didn't want to assume anything so he decided to ask when you would wake as he smiles to himself, "I am not gonna lose you again."

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You woke up warm and feeling safe, a feeling you hadn't felt for a very long time. Your eyes fluttered open to seeing a blue sheep curled up against you and a polar bear on your other side, his head resting in your lap. The fire place in front of you was still burning brightly as you heard the sound of humming coming from the other room. You pulled yourself off the ground waking up the blue sheep who let out a baa following you.

You entered the other room where the humming was coming from and you were tackled in a hug by the ghost you had met. He smiled clinging to you.

"You're alive! You're alive! I don't even know you but you're alive!" Ghostbur laughed clinging onto you. You laughed hugging the ghost back. You looked over at the corner of the room over Ghostbur's shoulder noticing Techno sitting at a table, a book in his hands and glasses on the bridge of his nose, his tusks peaking out of his lips like usual.

"Morning," Techno said with his usual monotone voice marking the page in his book and take his glasses off. Ghostbur let go of you as you made your way over to the table sitting down, Techno's robe still over your shoulders, "you look very nice in my robe I must say."

"Thank you for saving my life," Techno nodded sliding a plate of potatoes over to you as you stiffled a laugh, "you still obsessed with potatoes huh?"

"Eh," Techno shrugged as Ghostbur skipped outside with Friend following him. Techno watched the door close, finally knowing Ghostbur was out of earshot he looked at you in all seriousness, "who put their hands on you."

You were caught off guard by Techno's question, looking at him, his eyes scanning your entire face trying to read your emotions, "no one, I just had a run in with some mobs, that's all."

"Oh so you're trying to tell me that a creeper grabbed you by the throat as such a rough grip to bruise? Come on Y/N, I've known you for how long and you think I'll fall for something like that?" it was obvious you couldn't just lie to Techno but at the same time, lying would cause less blood shed, "besides you wouldn't just run out of L'Manberg like that and almost have yourself killed if everything was fine, just spit it out."

"Why do you want to know so badly?"

"Because the person that I love just comes to my house out of nowhere after completely disappearing for a long time and almost dies at my door step and then I find bruises on their neck like someone had strangled them?!" Techno yelled catching you off guard. You had never seen Techno so mad at you before, sure you two had arguments in the past but this was different, he never raised his voice at you before.

Techno raised his hand to run his hand through his hair to calm himself down, however when you flinched seeing his hand go up, he froze. His hands dropping to his sides as he got up from the table and grabbed his axe before walking out the door.

You looked down at your hands, you didn't mean to flinch, it just happened, you didn't mean to scare him like that. You sighed dropping your face into your hands as you silently cried into your hands feeling Steve lay his head on your lap looking up at you.

"I gotta go boy," you scratched behind Steve's ear as you got off the chair, Steve following behind you as you went to the door, "no you have to stay here boy." Opening the door, you closed it before Steve could come out as you watched the bear jump up and look through the window of the door as you walked out.

The snow crunched under your feet as you started to walk away. You were meant to be alone. You thought coming back to Techno would make things better but all you did was make him think that you were scared of him.

You kept walking till you noticed less and less snow and noticed you were in a flower field. Your tears started to drop more as you looked at the flowers, it reminded you of the times you and Techno would spend in the flower fields together. You would sit in the grass picking flowers for different decor and dyes while Techno would tell stories of Greek mythology or his war stories. It didn't matter how many times you heard the same story, you loved to hear them everytime.

"Thought you might have wandered off to here," you vision snapped turning around to see Techno. He was just wearing his white button up, the first three button undone, his hair in a new braid. You remembered that you were the one that always braided his hair until you taught him to.

"Tech, I'm sorry-"

"Hush," Techno held up his hand moving over to you, his body towering over yours, "just tell me, please."

You looked down at the ground as Techno sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled you into his chest. You clung to his body as you felt the tears starting to well in your eyes, "it was Quackity. He found out about us and then he attacked me after I helped him treat that scar you gave him."

You felt Techno tense, "I wish I could kill that duck. I can't believe he'd put his hands on you like that."

"It's not the first time," you sighed out, hiding your face in Techno's chest. Techno asked you what you meant as you bit your lip, "during the L'Manberg war for independence, Dream had grabbed me when the van exploded and held me hostage for a few weeks until I got saved after L'Manberg became independant. Than I ended up working for Schlatt for a while when Wilbur and Tommy were exiled, I guess they never told you. Schlatt treated both me, Niki, and Quackity awfully, he taxed Niki till she was bankrupt, he would yell and shame Quackity, and then he'd grab me. It was worse when he found out I had opened the gates for Wilbur to get in Manberg, he almost killed me in a drunk rage inside the van. Than well, you know Quackity."

Techno sighed, "Y/N look at me."

You shook your head hiding your face in Techno's chest until he grabbed your chin making you look up at him.

"I'm never letting you out of my sight again."

"I love you," you held onto Techno's hand as he smiled pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"I love you too."

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Flower Crowns

Trigger warning: character death

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Tommy could remember it like it was yesterday. He'd only been a calf at the time, his red poppies and white daisies having yet to reach their first boom after finally growing in. His brother had lead him into a field, one that would become familiar over the years. Tommy could remember always trying to grab Dream's blooming yellow dandelions and white daisies just like Tommy's; it wasn't until the younger moobloom was older that he'd know not to grab at the flowers growing in their fur.

That day had been bright, as most days had been in their woods. Tommy had held onto Dream's yellow tail as he followed them into that field that would come to be their own. Dream rushing them the entire way there, wanting to show Tommy something there- then just as fast as they'd been running, Dream suddenly stopped and sat down in the tall grass, telling the red calf to follow suit.

"Wha- but Dwem we just ran! Why we sitting now!?" Tommy had asked, running in a circle around the older moobloom. The calf had been annoyed by his brother, he thought they were going to do something fun today, not lay in the grass!

Dream only chuckled and grabbed the younger's hand and pulled them down to sit in front of him. "I told you Toms, I'm going to show you something!" He smiled at them gently, his eyes full of patience for the energetic calf.

"But this is just a bunch of grass!!!" Tommy protested, crossing his arms and pouting. His brother was so weird and boring….

"Yes, but look closely…" Dream pointed down, directing Tommy's gaze to look at the ground where something green was quickly growing. The calf's eyes widened and he gasped in wonder as a small daisy bloomed- making Dream laugh fondly at them. "Cool right?"

"It's so cool!! How'd it do that!?" Tommy didn't hesitate to pick the flower out of the ground, it looked exactly like how his own daisies were going to look once they bloomed.

"Well, as mooblooms we can help flowers grow, see?" Dream picked a small poppy that had grown next to the missing daisy.

"Holy sheet! Look look!!!" Tommy ripped a dandelion out of the ground, his eyes practically sparkling. "It looks like you!!!" The calf held it up to the dandelions on Dream's back, marveling at how it looked exactly the same.

"Yep," The elder chuckled fondly. "now hold still, I want to make you something-" Before the yellow moobloom hybrid could even finish his sentence, Tommy was already bouncing in place with impatience.

"But I don't wannaaaaaaaa!" The child whined. He always hated being still.

"It'll only be for a few minutes, you can even play with the bees while you wait-"

"Don't wanna, bees are mean!" Tommy complained even more, making Dream buff in annoyance.

"Isn't Tubbo a bee hybrid?" Dream asked, knowing about Tommy's much smaller friend.

"Yeah- but he's a hybid!!! He doesn't sting and sheet like act-yewal bees!" The calf whined even more.

"C'mon Tommy, bees are nice, they're our friends." Dream lifted his hand so a bee could land on his finger, trying to show Tommy that they weren't all mean.

"Bees not fwen!" Tommy crossed his arms and glared at the small insect.

"Tommy-" The elder started to scold, but then got a better idea. "Y'know how I told you flowers make pollen to help each other grow?"

"Yeah! And Wilby said it plant segs!!" Tommy smiled, giggling a little as he remembered the first time he said the word sex around Dream, and even now they frowned at the word.

"Right… well bees help plants get pollen." He explained, smiling and trying not to think about murder plans again-

"They do?"

"They do!! Look, you can even see the pollen on them now, ready to be delivered!" As Dream said that, Tommy looked closely at the bee and gasped.

"They do! They doo!!!!" Tommy scooped the bee up, completely forgetting about-

"Wait Tommy it'll still sting you!!" Dream quickly grabbed the calf's hands and opened them so the bee could fly away and not sting them.

"Aww, bee…." He watched the bee go sadly.

"Don't worry Toms, more will come." Dream ruffled their hair, smiling when Tommy giggled. "Now will you wait while I make something?"

"Yeah!" Tommy smiled, already lifting his hands to collect bees.

It was a few minutes later when Tommy yelped, flinching as something was suddenly put onto his head. He frowned when all his bees left as well, but then smiled agaywhen he heard his brother laugh.

"Look-" Dream said as Tommy reached up and pulled something off his head- it was a ring of flowers!!

"Wooaaahhh!!!" Tommy smiled and put it back on.

"It's a flower crown." The elder explained as he put a second one onto his head.

"A crown? Like what kings have!?" Tommy immediately stood up, bouncing with excitement.

"Yeah!" Dream laughed, standing with them. "Now you're king of the field!!"

Tommy laughed and Dream laughed with him, as the rest of the day was filled with them running around and having fun in their field. Making more crowns, sneezing at flowers, and chasing bees.

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A few years later, after Tommy's flowers had first bloomed and was now twelve, they went back to their field- but what was special about this trip was that it was in the middle of the night.

"Dream, what the fuck are we doing out here at night?" Tommy asked his brother as he was dragged into their field. He didn't mind fighting mobs, but he also hated having been woken up and being forced to be tired.

"I got something new!" Dream smiled back at his baby brother who was trailing behind him and holding his tail.

"Can't whatever it is wait 'til morning?" Tommy groaned, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

"Nope!" Dream didn't stop leading until they were in the middle of the field and the night sky was completely visible. "Look up!"

"Dream, I've seen stars before." Tommy deadpanned, but still looked up anyways, noting how Dream pulled a book out of the bag slung over his back.

"But you haven't seen constellations before!" Dream smiled and walked up to stand next to Tommy, the book he had now open to a page full of pictures.

"What's that?" Tommy asked as he took the book from Dream and looked at the pictures.

"It's stories told through stars!!" Dream wrapped an arm around Tommy's mid section and pulled them close to himself so they could both see the book.

"Dream. Stars are just white dots in the sky. They aren't words." He looked up at his brother in annoyance.

"No- but- okay Tommy look up." Dream directed, and Tommy did look up. "See that cluster of stars?" He pointed, and Tommy nodded.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Okay, if you connect them like this-" Dream traced and invisible line between the different stars. "They make a picture!" Tommy watched, then his eyes widened as he understood.

"Holy shit!!!" Tommy looked down at the book, his smile widening as he recognized the picture Dream pointed out to be Centaurus from the book. "Show me more!!"

And so, for the next few hours the two brothers stayed under the stars, learning about the sky from a book. Dream sometimes making up stories to entertain Tommy as they went from standing in their field to laying against each other in the grass.

"See those two up there?" Dream suddenly asked, tracing another star cluster. "The ones that look like two smaller versions of Centaurus?"

"Yeah?" Tommy yawned and snuggled closer to Dream's side.

"Those are our parents." Dream smiled down at the younger, gently pushing their hair out of their face. "That's where they disappeared to."

"Dream…" Tommy yawned again. "When we disappear, will we go up there to see them?"

"Yeah Toms… yeah we will."

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"Dream!!!" Tommy called out, this time he had something to show his brother in their field, and was excited to make them proud. He ran through the tall grass over to his yellow furred brother.

"What is it Tommy?" Dream giggled at how excited the now teenage moobloom seemed to be.

"I got something amazing!!!" Tommy reached back and opened his saddle pouch, it was usually used so his friends could catch a ride, but at the moment Tommy just had it on instead of his bag because he'd been too lazy to take it off. "Look!" He said in excitement as he pulled out two music discs.

"Woah, these are really rare!" Dream gently took one of them.

"Yeah I know! I got them from a cave earlier!" Tommy explained while practically bouncing in place. "Wanna listen to one?"

"Yeah!" Dream was quick to pull out a jukebox from the bag on his back and put it down on the ground, where Tommy put on a disk that played a slow beat. The two started dancing to the song, happy to be in their field together.

"Where….?" An unfamiliar voice broke the two out of their trance as they looked over at the edge of the field. There was a man neither had seen before standing there, he had raven black hair, a white button up shirt with suspenders, and a deep scar on his face. In his hand he held a purple bound book with a green swirl on it, and behind him was some weird watery circle with the same glowing design.

"Tommy, get behind me." Dream commanded, not even waiting for the younger to do so as he got in front of them protectively, and glared at the revenette.

"Oh- oh holy shit it worked!!" The mysterious man yelled and laughed… after that nothing was ever the same for Tommy again.

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Now Tommy stood in the middle of a concrete road. Their field was gone now, the entire forest was gone now, replaced with this awful thing the humans that came called a city. The lonely moobloom slowly walked across the road, his hooves clicking uncomfortably on the hard surface as he found a familiar grey stone with words etched into it. Tommy carefully sat down next to the stone, cringing at the way the concrete scraped at his bare legs, then his stomach of his centaur cow half.

"Hey Dream… sorry I didn't come yesterday, I'm still- I'm still running from Qua- Quackity like you said to…" Tommy said, feeling his eyes sting as tears threatened to fall. He ignored the pain and instead put a hand on top of the stone. "I- I found our discs again today, and I uhm, I found some shears- I know you said not to- to pick my own flowers, but there's nowhere to grow any and I wanted to make you something…." He reached into his saddle pouch, something he wanted to take off but the humans that had come had banned anything that could wear a saddle from removing one. In the pouch Tommy grabbed something and pulled out a flower crown.

"Here you go, it's- it's like the one you made when we were kids, remember?" Tommy gently placed it on top of the stone. "Uhm- oh I also got the book again, I had to steal it- but we can stargaze tonight if nobody is on patrol." He smiled and patted his pouch where the book resided.

"I- I miss you, y'know…. I mean, I know I see you at-at night, up in the stars with our parents… yeah I-I noticed how a third one showed up behind them after you- after you…." Tommy sniffled and wiped some tears off of his face. "Yeah… but- but hey! We- we can listen to Mellohi again, yeah?" Tommy pulled the disk out of his pouch and put it into the jukebox at the foot of the headstone. He listened as the slow melancholy notes started to play and felt his tears starts to fall down, unending now. "Please… please Dr- Dream, please come back…"

Tommy hugged the grey gravestone as lonely haunting notes played. He could feel the engaged words he'd had to make himself against his skin. He didn't have to read them. He knew what it said. "Dream. The greatest brother to have ever lived."

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