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fictionfixations · 2 years

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The Snow King / DSMP Fanfic [Fae AU - Tubbo-centric] / Thoughts

Completely didn't think about giving my thoughts about fanfiction but then I realized 'oh I should do that' so here I am.

The Snow King honestly has to be one of my favorite fics, but be warned, there will be spoilers. If you want to avoid spoilers, just go on and read it [there's two other works too that belong in the same AU that provide sort of an alternate ending]

The story is, is that Tubbo's friend Tommy gets stolen by the Winter Court (The Fair Folk, or Fae. If you are unaware of who those are, I'd recommend doing research.) to be adopted.

Tubbo of course refuses to let Tommy stay stolen and makes a deal with I believe the king [Phil]. It is to gather the charms from each Faerie Court, and the charms are like artifacts that have.. magic power. stuff. It's been awhile since I've read this fic, to be honest, but I know the basic kinda plot.

There are four Faerie Courts in total- Winter, Autumn, Spring, and Summer. Tubbo of course already gets the Winter charm as a freebie before being sent off to finish in a time limit of two weeks.

I'm gonna be honest. I loved this. I love who is who, how they act, and just aAAaa. I also very much like the alternate ending, because I actually like seeing alternate endings, or thinking of a 'what-if' scenario. Tubbo of course is a smart kid in this fic, but in the scenario of where he fails- Because the courts challenge him to do something to be able to get the charm, or otherwise he gives them his true name which gives the other full control of himself I believe, and kinda.. makes him theirs? They kinda just adopt him, and he becomes a hybrid of their court, like if he stays in the Autumn Court after failing the challenge he grows goat horns like Schlatt.

Did I mention he's like the king of the Autumn Court? And then Dream's the Summer Court, Phil is the Winter Court, and Niki's I believe the Spring court.

Niki's cruel D:

also Dream and Schlatt fight over Tubbo

Honestly I make this sound worse than it really is because I suck at putting it into words so maybe just uh.. try reading it? The series is finished already anyways.

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ao3feed-crimeboys · 1 year

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the not-so-hidden garden (it's wild)

by fr0g_pl4net

“Hello there,” a smooth voice lilts.

Tommy whips around, his heart dropping into his stomach. His blood turns to ice at the sight that greets him.

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mmmmmm i'm not even gonna try to come up with an actual description for this (maybe later). it's dark fae sbi with gardener tommy

Words: 1113, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, TommyInnit & Phil Watson

Additional Tags: Faerie AU, Gardener TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Fae Wilbur Soot, Fae Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Fae Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Dark Sleepy Bois Inc, Human TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

#ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt #This is an automated process #If you see any fic that breaks boundaries #or the fic is yours and you don't want it shared send an ask #it will be looked at and removed if need be

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ringenthusiast · 1 year

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chapter 2 of my dream smp faery au is up! 🧚🏻‍♂️

#dream smp #dsmp fanfic #c!tommy #c!wilbur #c!quackity #dsmp

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splintered-emotions · 1 year

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WIP Files Ask Game

Tagged by @the-girl-with-the-algebra-book

RULES: post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have WIPs.

we're just going with active and nonactive ones because i honestly don't have that many active wips at any given moment (the most was like mid-march where i had three)

all i ever wanted was a life in your shade (this is a dream smp fic where the end of the manberg vs pogtopia war goes slightly differently and there's two mcds)

time/dimension travel and its ramifications (a jack thompson/reader or oc fic)

mandis/beedle (@yellow-faerie and i's brain child which we work very sparsily but the outline will finally be complete next month because it's a legend of zelda fic)

trying (transported part two which is a mrime fic that i've spent too much time writing)

potc inspired marriage scene/bagginshield awe fic (i think that one's self explanatory)

fucking mehendi scene (peter parker x reader that i forgot i had in here because i had an urge to write about mehendi)

Star Wars AU (an anidala fic that was caused by a conversation in the guides verse server)

i'm down for asks about any of these!! especially because i have been going through a little bit of a writing slump after getting out like 18k in five weeks

tagging: @merisscatteredbooknook, @fangedprince, @yellow-faerie,

@blueberryrock, @beenovel, and anyone else who wants to do it!!

#tag game #friend

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missyart123 · 2 years

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That Faeteful Day (Soulbound AU - Wilbur, Techno, and Phil)

“Techie! Hey, Tech!”

Wilbur’s short legs thumped loudly against the ground as he sprinted through the tall grass, brushing past the branches and leaves that stuck out at odd angles with practiced ease as he ran down the well-trodden path.

“Phil says he’s making your favourite and that if you’re not back in time I can take my serving first! I’m gonna-!”

Wilbur’s eyes widened. Involuntarily, he found himself slowing to a stop, hooved feet skidding across the muddy surface of the ground. He stared, slack-jawed, at the sight that appeared before him.

“Woah.”

Sat, pillowed in the centre of the clearing by a clump of soft-looking mushrooms, was Techno. Bright-eyed, the boy giggled to himself where he sat, not seeming to register Wilbur’s presence. The boys hands were waving about in the air, movements light as he stared around, the faint purple glow of the clearing basking the young boy in a halo of soft light, caressing the soft edges of his awe-filled smile.

But that wasn’t what had caught Wilbur’s eye.

All around them, hundreds – no, thousands – of tiny lights filled the open space. Flittering around in the open air, a kaleidoscope of what seemed to be every shade of light possible painted the sky; tiny little specs that floated through the air leaving trails of colour behind them like brush strokes on a canvas.

They gathered in clusters, flitting through the leaves of the surrounding trees, brushing through the grass, lounging in flower buds and basking in the rays of the evening sun; leaving rainbows of light wherever they moved.

The vast majority of them, however, seemed to have gathered around Techno. Pulling gently at his short hair, hiding amongst the soft folds of his clothes, gushing quietly to each other, they admired his brother like a commodity; picking him apart with child-like curiosity.

In turn, his brother returned their wonder ten-fold, staring around at the flickering lights with glassy-eyed joy, their colourful magic reflected in his gaze.

The moment Wilbur stepped into view however, the hubbub came to a grinding stop.

With what sounded like a million tiny gasps, an incomprehensible number of lights came flooding towards him. A wide, involuntary grin on his face, Wilbur watched as they flittered around him, pulling at him in the same way they had his brother, encasing him in their soft glow, and a warm rush of something flooded his mind.

He giggled quietly as one of the lights – this one a pretty lilac colour – came to a rest on his nose. The creature seemed to titter alongside him as he stared crossed-eyed down at it, bug eyed in his attempts to look at it. Wilbur couldn’t help the sneeze that erupted from him at the tickling sensation that it caused, what could only be a pair of tiny wings brushing against his face at with every movement.

“Hi,” Wilbur whispered, biting down on his lip in absolute concentration as he stared at the little thing. That seemed to have been the right thing to do, as all at once the creature began speaking rapidly at him in what Wilbur could only assume were its own attempt words. The sounds had an almost excited lilt to them, bouncy and playful as they floated, melodiously through the air, slipping into his ears like the beats of a song.

Wilbur could do nothing but stare wide-eyed at the tiny thing as the rest of the world began to filter away, sound drowning out until he could hear nothing but its silky-smooth voice caressing him like a mother’s hand.

He grinned, staring down at the purple light as a sense of belonging swept through him, melting his mind to mush and slowing his thoughts like jelly.

He was safe. He was happy.

Before Wilbur registered even moving, he was on his feet, footsteps leaving trails behind him without his command. And yet, somehow, Wilbur didn’t seem to mind.

Somewhere deep within him he knew, in a way he had never intrinsically understood something so completely before, that should he stumble and fall, a million tiny hands would reach out and catch him. There was no need to worry. Wherever he needed to go they would lead him; with kindness in their hearts and his best interests in mind.

And as Wilbur stretched out his hand, he watched through lilac eyes as a million tiny hands rose to meet it, tugging him gently along to exactly where he needed to be.

He was safe. He was happy.

Taking another step forward, Wilbur stopped. The movement had caused a gentle tug to pull at his chest. He stared down with a frown, rubbing at the spot where the sensation had pooled in his chest.

But before he could think to question it, gentle pressure guided his head up and away from his worries, coaxing him to take another step forward.

With shaky movements, Wilbur stepped forward again. He froze. Almost involuntary, a whine pulled at his throat and Wilbur gasped, rubbing harshly at his chest. Something was being taken away from him. Something was missing.

But with every question that came to mind, the purple light came to soothe him, caressing his cheeks and drawing his eyes away from their wandering.

And with every step forward the feeling got stronger, tugging at his chest, tighter and tighter, like a band pulling taut.

He was safe. He was happy.

But Wilbur couldn’t stop the sense of wrong that nagged at him with every step.

And with one last painful tug, Wilbur stumbled to a halt, gasping as he collapsed to his knees. Crying out, the boy curled into himself, arms curling into his chest and pulling back, further and further in.

Distantly, Wilbur registered the angry cries of the creatures as he undid the work they had been performing on his bond. But, pushing against their ministrations, the roots of his magic seemed to grow back even stronger than before. The thick wood coiled itself tight around his heart, drawing inwards and intertwining further and further with his soul. The white-knuckled grip it had around his organs squeezed tighter, drawing so close that they almost seemed to fuse and at a glance, to even the trained eye, they would seem almost one – a single solid entity.

And with a feeling not unlike horror, the creatures watched as the bond dug itself irreversibly tight, crushing his soul in a vice-like grip and tearing ruthlessly through.

The last thing Wilbur came to see was their teary eyes, staring down at him with what almost looked to be sorrow before the lilac haze was ripped mercilessly from his mind and Wilbur collapsed, a dead-weight to the ground.

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“Hey, hey, hey, hey. Calm down, it’s just me. It’s Phil.”

Wilbur stilled from his thrashing as the soft words registered in his mind. The feeling of hands in his hair, the oppressing quiet, the smooth voice, had Wilbur jolting up before he could think, heart hammering in his throat.

Strong arms immediately encased him, pulling him in tight against their body. Wilbur couldn’t help but tense as large hands rubbed circles into his back, holding just as desperately onto him as he did onto them.

“You’re okay, Wilbur, you’re safe, you’re home.” Wilbur flinched at the phrasing, murmuring something incomprehensible into Phil’s shoulder.

Not needing to be told, Phil immediately turned around and Wilbur cracked his eyes open, drinking in the sight of his twin, alive and safe, on their shared mattress. His eyes roamed over his brother, checking for bruises or cuts or- or- something, anything, but the only thing that met his eyes was his brother’s bushy eyebrows, furrowed in sleep.

Unconsciously, Wilbur felt himself relax, body slumping in Phil’s hold as his legs came to wrap loosely around the man’s waist.

“That’s right. You’re okay, you’re alright.”

Wilbur nodded into Phil’s shoulder as the man laid down where Wilbur had laid before, dragging the boy down with him to lay across his chest. It was only now that Wilbur noticed the soft pyjamas that Phil had changed him into, the fluffy material comforting to his frazzled mind.

Without a word Phil picked up the cow plushy – Henry, he called it – that the man had gotten Wilbur on his first night in the Minecraft residence. Gently, he pushed it into the boy’s arms. Wilbur immediately curled up around it, arms coming up into a vice-like grip around the soft toy as Phil stroked soft shapes into his back.

“That’s right: you’re okay.” Phil sighed, staring down at the young boy. He contemplated with himself, unsure whether now was the right time to bring it up. But he knew that without reassurance, neither one of them would be getting to sleep anytime soon.

“Those lights back there, Wilbur?” Wilbur hummed, eyes squeezing shut. “They were The Fae.”

‘The Fae’ Wilbur, thought to himself, the name bringing an involuntary shudder through his body.

“They’re magical creatures. Dangerous.”

Wilbur found himself nodding along with the man’s words, lips drawing into a pout.

“But, well, they don’t mean to be.” The boy’s eyebrows shot up at that and Phil let out a light laugh, thumb coming up to soothe the lines of his face. “It may not have seemed like it at the time, but they were actually trying to save you.”

Wilbur squirmed as Phil’s hand came up to tap at his chest, nose wrinkling in distaste at the thought. What they had been doing hadn’t seemed very friendly. It had seemed almost reminiscent of-

Wilbur flinched, shaking his head. Best not to think about that. That was what Techno always said, anyway.

“The magic that bonds you both, it’s natural, but it’s… dangerous. They were trying to remove it for you. They thought they were saving you.”

Phantom pains rippled through Wilbur’s chest and he frowned, pulling Henry tighter against his chest to combat them. Flashes of The Fae crowding around him, grabbing at his chest, tugging, pulling, ripping him apart, flashed like still paintings in his mind; a sketchbook of moments, yet all of the memories seemed to be washed in a murky shade of purple, barely visible in his mind’s eye.

Wilbur curled further into Phil, nose pushing against his chest, and Phil’s hand rose to thread through his hair, letting Wilbur slump against him.

“It’s what The Fae do. They take little children left on their own and try to ‘save’ them. The problem is, The Fae, being magical creatures, have no concept of human autonomy. No concept of freedom of thought; of freedom to speak; of freedom to love.” With each example Phil’s finger came to tap first on his head, then on his chin, and finally on his heart.

Wilbur found himself trailing each movement, eyes finding it harder and harder to stay open as his heavy eyelids followed Phil’s hand further down and before Wilbur know it his eyes had fluttered closed, pink eyelashes resting softly against his cheeks.

“But I’m here to protect you both.” Phil whispered, voice lowering as Wilbur’s breaths began to even out, fanning across Phil’s chest. Quietly, he pulled the boy’s paw print speckled blanket up to rest over his curled body, hand coming to a rest in the boy’s curled pink locks. “I promised to myself the moment I found you in the Nether, that so long as I could help it you boys would never come to harm, and I intend to keep my word.”

His other arm came to curl around the other young boy in the bed, drawing the pinkette close and letting the child snuggle unconsciously into his side.

“You’re safe with me.”

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mythrilhusk · 3 years

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Luck Bee Witchy - Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE (LINK)

CW: Violence, Minor Character Death

Excerpt: Defensive magic turns out to be much harder, and more boring, than Ranboo expected. For these beginning exercises, he's not allowed to have any charms or crystals, and he's not used to tactical applications of mental discipline. "Try again," Dream insists, seated on a stump in the garden. Ranboo shuffles uncomfortably, on his knees in the grass beneath the cherry tree. "If you can fend me off for a minute, I'll help you build an altar." Ranboo perks up at that. He's been sharing Dream's personal altar for prayers to his patron spirits, but his own would be more useful. "Really?" Dream nods with a crooked smile. "You ready?" "Yeah." Ranboo closes his eyes. The warm, sweet scent of the cherry blossoms enters his lungs as he inhales deeply. Dream mutters under his breath, a constant stream of dizzying intonations. His voice prickles behind Ranboo's eyes as drowsy fog spreads through his limbs. Don't sleep, don't sleep...

#witch au #faery au #ranboo #tubbo #bee duo #dream smp au #HuskWrites

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str33t-r4t · 3 years

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remember when tubbo took a hella lot of emeralds from techno's armory just because 'they were shiny'? yeah well, my brainrot has allowed me to come up with an absolutely dumb reason for why he did this.

headcanon that tubbo is acually some sort of faerie-human hybrid that steals shiny things from everyone. that's why he's so chaotic and plays tricks on everyone.

.... dream smp folklore au anyone???? possibly??????

#god im losing it #brainrot type beat #mcyt #dream smp #tubbo #i should make a folklore au or somethin #that'd be pretty pog and cool

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iconfusionwastaken · 3 years

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Dream SMP - Not So Human AU

Basically, no one in the SMP is an absolute human. Of course what the SMP members are can change over time to fit certain scenarios/stories any of us come up w/. I wanna see this AU spread tho tbh. (Side note, I don’t know much about Dream SMP lore much less the characters.)

Dream - Humanoid Slime who happens to be/posessed by a Transmuted Dreamon. His nature as a slime makes him more slippery & thus harder to catch. Also, just because he was exorcised doesn’t mean he can’t be possessed by another Dreamon or the same one from before.

George - Gorgon. Idk anything about George. I mean the nature of a Gorgon would give George a reason to always wear glasses, & George gets wings!

Sapnap - Fire Breathing Dragon/Human hybrid or descendent of a Blaze. I mean, he has burned some stuff. Maybe if he’s part dragon he decides to eat Fungi after accidentally killing him as well as the other pets so as to get rid of the evidence. Perhaps he goes around killing pets because of his instincts as a dragon.

Callahan - Deer/Human hybrid.

Awesamdude - Creeper/Human hybrid. Pretty easy one.

Alyssa - Nymph. She’s helps Ponk during the disk war after his lemon tree’s burned down, & she makes a horse barn near Antfrost’s animal shelter. I geuss her domain would have to do w/ animals more than plants.

Ponk - Dryad. I already did a post on him being one though.

BadBoyHalo - Dreamon. Demons & Dreamons seem to be the same thing, they just have different titles, maybe the terms are interchangeable? What’s the difference between the two.

Tommy - Faerie/Human. Look, I’m all for Tubbo & Tommy being Faeries. Being part fae also seems to fit w/ Tommy’s character. IDK if the disks are shiny, maybe Tommy prefers disks/anything that makes music over shinies.

Tubbo - Faerie/Human or Faerie/Moobloom/Human hybrid. He liked bees alot, & being part moobloom would bring in the fluff. Not to mention my most recent reblog.

Punz - Golem/Revived Human? IDK, I was thinking that he’d be a very humanoid golem made for Dream & Dream’s only order at first was to be a good person, in the future it would be to fight for him. Of course Punz would still have free will. The other route could be that Punz died but Dream or the dreamon in him would revive Punz making Punz loyal to Dream. Perhaps Sapnap can also be involved w/ reviving Punz hence Punz’s reason to help Sapnap all the time he was in a conflict.

Fundy - Kitsune. I saw a post saying that Sally & Fundy could be Kitsunes since Kitsunes can shapeshift & so Wilbur could’ve met Sally as a salmon but it’s still make sense as to why Fundy came out a humanoid fox.

Purpled - Golem. IDK beings other than golems which follow orders. Maybe when he was made, he was told to “follow the orders you’re given” by his maker hence why he was a yes-man & despite getting involved w/ conflicts he winds up being neutral in the end.

Wilbur - Fae/Human. TBH, I might as well make everyone in the SBI Fae/Human hybrids.

Jschlatt - Satyr obviously, they’re litterally depicted as drinkers at least during Ancient Greek iirc.

Skeppy - Diamond Golem. I saw a post about Skeppy being a diamon golem, doubt I’ll be able to find it.

Eret - Gorgon, Fae, or fae/human. Again, it’s only because they have glasses that I thought of them being a Gorgon, but since Eret will only side w/ whoevers victory will benifit him according to the wiki, being a Fae seems to make sense.

Jack - Descendant of a Dragon or Dragon/Human hybrid. Since he can be bribed, maybe he wants the stuff for his horde?

Niki - Unicorn/Human hybrid. Um, Niki owns a bakery & w/ the idea of unicorns being able to purify poisoned water, it she wouldn’t have a problem w/ having clean water?

Quackity - Shapeshifter. I was thinking that he’d be human/duck hybrid, but why can’t he be a shapeshift that chooses a human/duck hybrid as his typical form. It’d also explain the whole Mexican Dream stuff that happens.

Karl - Vampire/Werewolf. He makes alot of buildings and those 2 creatures are more physically capable than your typical humans, not to mention that being either would give him good reasons to have 2 partners who are close to him.

HBomb - Werecat. IDK what else to make him. Not to mention that cats can be pretty violent when HBomb’s the oppossite of that.

Technoblade - Piglin or Human/Hoglin hybrid or the Humanoid Pig like he canonically is.

Antfrost - Werecat.

Philza - Fae/Human hybrid. That explains the wings he’s always depicted w/.

ConnerEatsPants - Werehedgehog or Hedgehog/Human hybrid.

CaptainPuffy - Sheep selkie. That onzie is her sheep fur/skin. Since she’s always wearing said skin, she can become a sheep or sheep/human hybrid whenever she wants. TBH I thought of this before the reblog b4 this post inspired me to make this one.

Vikkstar - Watcher. As in the Watchers from Minecraft Evo, I couldn’t think of anything else. I’ve never even watched Vikkstar.

LazarBeam - Gingerbread Man. Hopefully no one is starving near him.

Ranboo - Enderman/Inverted Enderman hybrid. I guess we’re pulling a lab experiment backstory on this one lads.

#Dream SMP #Not So Human AU #Dream SMP AU

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angelsandarsenic · 7 months

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I havent thought about The Monarch Project in forever, but have this wholesome benchtrio excerpt that I was just reminded of

tw for panic attacks

just a reminder: The Monarch Project is the peer pressure duo fae! Au, sequel to Your Name is Precious (And So are You), where Ranboo is a half faerie grappling with the concept of (found) family after being neglected and abused by his own

"Hey Charlie? How are you so trusting?"

He didn't appear suspicious of the question, or the abrupt change of topic. Maybe it was a guilty conscience, or maybe being used to not being able to rely on people, but Ranboo couldn't fathom it. "Well, it's easy here; faeries can't lie."

The air around the seemed to turn sour. "They what?" he breathed.

"The fae can't lie. Genuinely, not just in superstition. It's legitimately impossible, I've watched Wilbur try. As for in general, I guess I probably shouldn't," there was a twist to his lips that looked like he was thinking of something specific. "There are too many things that people won't tell you, but it's no fun to always see that bad in people. Then you can't see the good."

Oh gods. Ranboo was a terrible person, wasn't he? Charlie was right, being so suspicious felt like shit, but he couldn't help it! And he was a prime example of why not! How many times had they lied in this conversation alone?! They were half fae now, they shouldn't even have been able to do that! Considering Charlie's faith in that fact, he probably couldn't lie either. What was wrong with them, how did they still manage to be fuck up, even now? Everyone around them probably trusted them wholeheartedly, Ranboo had terribly abused that trust.

Everything everyone had ever said to him since coming here, had been the honest, 100%, truth.

We're so glad you're here, Boo. We're your family, Techno doesn't regret saving you, we'd do anything for you. I love you.

That idea made their lips twitch upward, and a few sparks of happiness bloom, but they were quickly overtaken by dread and guilt. These people, who were so good and so nice to him, had been manipulated by him the entire time. He wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't come. His throat had dried up and a heavy, empty feeling of something inky and dark settled in his chest, wrapping it's claws around his heart.

Charlie continued on, somehow completely unaware of the monster walking right next to him. Ranboo had to lengthen his stride to catch up after his steps had faltered. "It won't just be us anymore soon, I think." Charlie added, cheerfully. Despite his wallowing, Ranboo was curious about that. "Wilbur and Quackity have been talking about making Quackity a faerie too. No one is sure how a human can live in the faerie world, they've never exactly been brought in as companions, after all. Plus, neither he nor Wilbur want him to be trapped here, so I think Wilbur is going to give him his True Name. that's what happened with you and Technoblade, right?"

"Yes." That was good for them. Quackity was a good person, he hoped he and Wilbur would be happy together. They definitely seemed to be.

The house appeared on the horizon, making bile rise in Ranboo throat. He'd have to go back inside and pretend everything was fine, as if he wasn't a snake in the grass. He bid goodbye to Charlie. Ranboo supposed he could tell them. If they told the truth though, the Sootcrafts would never trust him again. They had said that they loved him, they were glad to have him as a part of the family, which apparently, he couldn't doubt now, but that could change. They had meant that before knowing that he was a horrible person and some strange abomination of faerie and human. They had meant that thinking that he was one of them. They would probably kick him out. His parents definitely would have for something like this, no more idle threats.

The tears had shown up and they were flowing heavily. He tried to take in oxygen--he didn't want to start sobbing and waking everyone up, especially not right now--but it made them want to throw up.

It was better if they kicked him out. They didn't want to hurt them. It would be the right thing to do, they tried to convince himself.

It wasn't working. He was being loud. he needed to stop, he needed to shut up, but he couldn't. His pyjama pants were getting wet at the knees in the dirt. Come on, they needed to stop this silly tantrum! It felt good to cry.

Two figures were coming outside from the house, but what was Ranboo to do about it? He didn't feel like he could get up right now if he tried. The darker one flew down from a window and a small golden creature hopped down the sides of the house with it. They were in front of him before he knew it, a gentle buzzing filling his ears and a poof of smoke in front of his face. "Boo!"

They jumped at the noise. "Oh! Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Tubbo apologized quickly, in a much softer voice. "Hey, what's wrong? Were you sleepwalking again?" That wasn't at all the issue, but they nodded, still choking on nothing. Gods, they sounded so gross when they cried, Tommy and Tubbo were probably already regretting coming out here.

"Aw, hey it's alright." Tommy cooed. He could be surprisingly gentle when he wanted too. "Look, you didn't get very far this time, or at least you're already back home, that's great! It's ok, everything is going to be alright. Can we touch you big man?"

He didn't know. That was too complicated right now, it didn't even matter, what matters is that Ranboo was awful and ruining everything around him and they shouldn't be here trying to comfort him, they should leave him be to go die in the woods or something.

When the half-fae didn't react, Tommy called his name again, then carefully placed a light hand on his back. Ranboo let out a big shuddering breath. That made it better. Somehow, that made it better--everything was still awful, but Tommy's hand was warm and kind and Ranboo dropped his head into the boy's shoulder when he shuffled a little closer, arms still curled around himself. They wanted to hug him, honestly, but he'd be infecting them. Getting the good fae dirty with whatever fuck-up disease plagued Ranboo.

"I don't think they're hurt," Tubbo said. "I'd be able to feel it." Ah, that was right; Ranboo had tricked Tubbo into marrying them, that meant they were bonded forever. The words couldn't make it past the blockage in his throat, but they glanced up at the bee faerie, trying to convey a million apologies with their eyes. They probably just looked gross and miserable. "Hey, hey, it's ok!" He came closer as well, wings folding in behind his back. The near silent buzz of their fluttering had been pleasant, now the quiet was just sad. "What's wrong Boo?"

"I-" He couldn't say it. He had to say it. "I- I'm bad- I- I'm not like you-" how fucking embarrassing, they couldn't even form coherent sentences. What they were saying didn't make a lick of sense either. "Something's wrong with me!" Was what he managed to convey.

Tommy and Tubbo's hearts broke, he could see it on their faces. Why were they pitying him, he didn't deserve it. "No, Boo. There's nothing wrong with you! You're not supposed to be 'like us'. You don't have to be," Tubbo corrected himself. "You're perfect the way you are!" That didn't make any sense, but it felt good.

"Big man, you're totally awesome and one of my best friends," Tommy added. I don't deserve to be, I shouldn't be, I should leave you alone, I'm probably a bother. "Look, I know things have been awful and confusing-" They have. "But it doesn't matter if you're a faerie, human, half faerie, or none of the above," Tommy said, and Ranboo had to believe him, because faeries couldn't lie, right? He was telling the truth, he didn't care what was wrong with Ranboo. "You're my brother now and our friend and we love you. Whatever you think is wrong with you, why ever you think you're bad, you're not."

He's telling the truth, he can't say anything that's not true, but it doesn't make sense! But magic. But- Tubbo smiled kindly at them and nodded in agreement. The tiny first rays of sunrise fell over his face and made his "wedding" ring sparkle as his pointer finger closed in to poke Ranboo in the forehead. "Tom is right. Sometimes you just get all caught up in here," he said. Ranboo almost laughed at the poking, as annoying as it was, and couldn't help but smile when he booped them on the nose as well. "And that's alright, it happens. We're here to remind you what's real, ok? So chin up, king, your crown is slipping."

"I- I don't have a crown," Ranboo argued, just to be difficult. How these two managed to make him smile like this was absurd. He gulped down the last of the awful feeling. It was disappearing faster and faster with them here. Maybe he was just all caught up in his head. What was he even so upset about?

"Well that's not right," Tubbo declared with an exaggerated frown. "Tommy! Away with thee and fetch us some gold for the king!"

Ranboo choked out a real laugh this time as the tall blonde saluted and scampered back inside, back only seconds later with handfuls of random objects that he dumped on the ground. Tubbo leaned over to inspect them, partially blocking Ranboo's view and making very serious thinking noises. "Hmm...yes this will do...and this one...ew, definitely not," he said, chucking a fork into the trees which startled another chuckled form the half-faerie. Then Tubbo grinned. "Alright ready?" he said to Ranboo. "Close your eyes!"

What in the world are they doing, he wondered, but he obliged, only somewhat fearfully. When he was told to open them again, a real, shining, metal crown was held out in front of him in Tommy's hands. How did-?! Oh, right. Monarch powers. Something about precious metals. They didn't know all the details about Tubbo's ability, but if they looked, they could see something silvery along a thing vertical line that had probably once been tape, the shape of one of the jewels that looked suspiciously like it fit with the torn pieces of someone's painting on the ground and the remnants of yellow crafting paper shaped like the troughs of them crown's spires.

It was perfect.

"It's not secretly a bomb, is it?" He asked.

"No," Tubbo answered. "Here." he placed it gently and carefully between Ranboo's horns and it really did feel like a crown fit for a king. "Now no more tears, recognize your greatness before I have to order you to be put in the dungeons."

"Isn't that my job now?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

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