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the-final-sif · 2 years

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Hello and welcome to c!Ranboo causes problems (sort of on purpose). A reminder that Ranboo has been revived for awhile in this AU. c!Sam did still kill him though. They’ve got some mixed feelings on that one.

Now, Dream wants it on the record that he did an amazing job keeping his composure. He did the stupid ear drops. He got through changing his clothes. He didn’t stab Sam even once, despite his inclinations to do otherwise and the annoying hovering.

Sure, he didn’t do the stupid stretches, but it was fine. He could do them later (in the moment, he just needed Sam out of the fucking room before his heart gave out. The pace it accelerated too was starting to worry him. It was a normal hybrid response when injured around a stranger. He wasn’t scared of Sam. It was just a hybrid thing).

Dream had wholeheartedly intended on brushing his leg fur out (he’d forgotten about the compulsion to groom, it itched at the back of his brain constantly when he wasn’t in pain), and then taking a nap until he had to deal with Sam again (he was too keyed up to sleep, but he could fake it).

Only, it seemed a certain enderman wasn’t having that.

One moment, Dream was in an empty room, working through the last of his leg fur, and the next-

Ranboo didn’t even have the decency to keep quiet. Dream’s hearing had barely improved and even he could tell Ranboo was being too loud.

The enderman hybrid’s eyes locked right onto Dream and Dream watched several expressions flicker across his face before he let out out a delighted warble.

Right.

Sometimes Dream forgot that nobody knew. Hell, sometimes he forgot he was a hybrid. The mask did it’s job. George was the only one who’d ever asked. Or at least, George was the only one who’d ever asked at a point where Dream was willing to trust them.

Ranboo trotted across the room from his teleport spot, from how his mouth was moving, he was clearly talking, but english was already a fight. Ender was next to impossible for Dream right now. He had no idea why Ranboo was here either. He’d done his check-in this morning, he was sure of it.

He had to jerk back and give a wave to get Ranboo’s attention properly.

“Ears are still out. Can’t understand you. Write it down or communicator. Sam is around. Be quiet.”

Ranboo remembered himself, folding inward a bit and offering a (barely) apologetic expression. A glance around the room revealed the notepad, which Dream tore a piece off of so Ranboo could write.

It took him a minute, but the paper was offered back with messy handwriting. All in ender. Translation took a minute (Dream’s headache was lighter, but not gone. it made thinking hard).

here to rescue you. not leaving you with him. not again. know better now. not leaving without you.

Ugh. Punz might’ve agreed to the terms, but it seemed Ranboo wasn’t on board. Dream could hardly blame him. He’d revived the teenager as soon as he could after the prison break, both Ranboo and Punz had helped him through his recovery.

Both of them had been... disturbed by his condition. But between them, Punz was at least somewhat used to this. He knew how bad things could get. Ranboo had been unfamiliar with the aftermath of that sort of violence. It’d been harder for him to accept what happened.

Ranboo’s face was hardset. Unwilling to be dissuaded. Dream let out a sigh as he handed back the paper.

“Listen, it’s fine, I swear. If it was dangerous, I would’ve already dipped. If anything gets weird, I’ll let you come get me out. This is the safest option right now.”

There was a mouth opened, and Dream gestured to his ears again. Ranboo switched to a fierce scribbling instead.

not fine. already hurt.

Oh. Had Ranboo not seen the explanation? Had he misunderstood?

“This wasn’t- Ranboo, this was a warden. Big blue guys underground that guard skulk. One got me with a sonic attack. It wasn’t Sam. He got me out, got both of us to Ponk.”

Ranboo’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t believe that. One of his clawed hands reached down to pat one of Dream’s feet, before he started writing again.

you’re don’t get caught by a warden. you’re a RABBIT. rabbits don’t get caught by wardens, and you don’t get caught by wardens. you would’ve run. unless he did something.

Ahh. That- well, it wasn’t unfair. Dream really wasn’t the sort to get caught by a Warden. Let alone in his hybrid form.

“That wasn’t- Ranboo, the hunters that took us. They were there. They triggered a warden, and I lead it to them to buy us time. Sam was- he was totally blind at the time. Plus he’s a creeper. If I didn’t draw agro and lead it off, he was dead. I couldn’t let him die.”

One scribbled word in reply.

shouldve.

Alright, Sam did kill Ranboo, but he really needed to move on. It was... everyone was stressed out at the time. Dream fixed it as soon as he could.

Letting out a sigh, Dream reached out to give the teenager a pat.

“I get it. But we were offworld. Undoing that would be a nightmare. Besides, do you really want someone left to hunters? Really?”

Ranboo held his grumpy expression for an admirable ten seconds before caving and shaking his head.

“That’s what I thought. It wasn’t Sam’s fault. If anything, he got me out and back to the world after that. And he hide my involvement from everyone else, except for Ponk. It’s not... I get that there’s risk, but there’s a lot less. Besides, it’s best I stay here. That way, when Ponk gets back he can check that everything’s okay. If I leave, getting back if stuff gets worse will be way harder. Looking after my health and all of that.”

As much as Ranboo didn’t want to concede defeat, he clearly didn’t have a counter argument. Instead he just flopped back onto the bed, reaching out with grabby hands towards Dream’s left leg.

Checking the clock (silver and silent, no ticking noises, Dream wasn’t sure if he liked it that way or not), he still had time before Sam would be by. So Dream allowed it.

The left leg was offered, and Ranboo stuck his claws right into the fur (gentle, despite how sharp they were). Stroking through it and marveling at the texture.

It was a stupid thing to be proud of, but Dream couldn’t help the swell in his chest. His fur was soft, and it was well groomed. Having someone else (trustworthy) going through it, felt nice.

It felt very nice, actually, and he was pretty tired. So he didn’t notice time slipping by until-

Ranboo jolted up, ears swiveling to an alert position.

Oh fuck.

It was noon.

Dream was only shocked Ranboo lasted this long. Usually he couldn’t hold his memories like this for longer than a few hours. Getting here alone must’ve taken a lot out of him. As the teenager stood, he swayed slightly. Eyes flickering purple. Oh fuck.

If Ranboo was nearly out of juice, there was no way he could teleport out. Which meant-

Luckily, Ranboo thought quickly. He ran straight for the walk-in closet. Ducking inside. As long as he could hold out until Sam was gone, it’d be fine. Ponk’s house had lots of exits.

Dream managed to get a hold of himself. Pretend nothing was up. The paper- huh. Ranboo had taken the paper. Hopefully he got rid of that.

A minute later, the door creaked open. Dream couldn’t tell if Sam was knocking, but he at least opened the door slowly.

Dream was already figuring out how to get Sam out of the room as fast as possible- could he get away with faking being sick to his stomach? Or would that cause Sam to stick around? Maybe if he said his headache was making him feel sick?

No sooner did he open his mouth to speak, then the worst case scenario happened.

Ranboo exited the closet, expression dazed in an all-too familiar way. He’d forgotten again. The teenager took both of them in, tensing at the sight of Sam.

Nobody knew quite what to say, until Ranboo finally spoke up. In English this time. Dream could make out most of what he was sayin. The ear drops must be working well.

“Uh, so - a bad first introduction, but my name’s Ranboo. Do - know where I am - ? Or how I got here? - welcome to-. I don’t - I’ve met you -. Sorry if I have. Are you - hostage -? Do you need help?”

Oh.

Oh- this was. This was actually good. When Ranboo forgot, he tended to be against Dream’s presence. It would’ve presented a security risk. If he didn’t know who Dream was though.

Sam got a very confused look on his face, before also putting together the puzzle pieces. As much as Dream wanted to speak, he didn’t want to give anything away.

Instead, he reached up to tap his ears gently, and then gestured to Sam with a confused expression, who took the hint.

“Oh, this- he can’t really hear you. He uh- he also escaped. From the hunter’s camp. His ears got messed up. I’m helping him recover. He doesn’t- uh, he’s not staying here. And he’s... nervous. About interacting with people who aren’t from his home server. So uh- You’re at Ponk’s house. By the way. How did you get here?”

Most of the words washed over Dream, but he caught the important stuff. Inferred the rest. Ranboo appeared to buy Sam’s lie, and nodded, before looking embarassed.

“Honestly, not sure. Just sorta... ended up here. Keeps happening to me lately. I’m gonna... go home. Now. I could ask Tubbo to bring some stuff to help with his ears maybe?”

Oh absolutely not. Tubbo had the rare and powerful ability to sometimes possess two brain cells, usually when it was very inconvenient. He couldn’t come here. Sam, luckily, thought the same.

“No- uh. He’s- We’re trying not to tell anyone else he’s here. Ponk doesn’t want him swarmed and, uh, not that like, anyone would say something on purpose. But if the hunters found out...”

Ranboo, thank fucking god, bought that instantly, nodding in agreement.

“Ah, yeah that makes sense. I’ll forget I saw anything.”

He then seemed to realize his own pun, half-chuckled, flushed when Sam didn’t laugh, and then shuffled his way out of the room.

Dream counted to 15 mentally to be sure the other was out of earshot. Then he turned to Sam, putting on his best look of utter shock and a touch of accusation. It was hard to lie with his face uncovered, but he made do.

“What?? How did he?! There was- The air felt weird a minute ago, but I had my eye on the door- How long was he in there? Did you put him in there?”

It was a very dumb accusation, but dumb accusations offered an air of innocence. Sam’s brow furrowed in response and he pulled down his mask to respond. A bit indignant, but mostly defensive and placating.

“No, I- I opened the closet this morning. He must’ve... he must’ve like, teleported in his sleep or something. Weird things happen with Ranboo. I didn’t- I had nothing to do with that.”

Dream help up his suspicion for several seconds after before huffing and letting it drop, murmuring about needing to put a lock on the damn closet now.

Sam sighed (way too loudly), and then moved to offer the food. Clearly accepting the bullshit they’d just gone through.

Well. That was one way to get away with that. Dream just hoped that Ranboo would stay away, and would forgot about what he saw before he forgot to not tell anyone.

It was a dangerous game to play, but Dream already played tag with a warden, so it wasn’t like he was drawing the line at a bit of danger.

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luna-jaden-shadow · 2 years

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Dead On Your Feet

Prompts - Hidden Injury | Waking Up Disoriented | Can’t Pass Out

Summary - Something that Ranboo wasn't counting on when he went on a walk was finding someone bleeding out, much less someone that was so similar to him Or In which Ranboo finds a dragon hybrid after they crashed in the snow and takes them home to heal them

Angst / Fluff

Warning - Blood/Gore, Injury,

Pairing - C!Ranboo X Enderdragon!Reader

A/n - Did I write out a whole one-shot and then write a new one for this prompt? Yes. Yes, I did.

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“Stay awake.”

You mumble it to yourself like a prayer, eyes getting harder and harder to stay open in the cold. Your movements are slow, limbs feeling a thousand times heavier in the harsh cold of the tundra you're passing through. Every now and then, your wings give out, dropping you a bit before you catch the wind again. You're deathly pale from the cold, and a large cut rests on your back along your spine, still bleeding as you fly. Your head pounds from the injury on your head, blood covering the side of your face, staining half of your vision in a layer of red.

“Just a little further.” You promise yourself though you're still unsure of where you're going. The terrain you're flying over is unfamiliar to you; all you know is that you're going west, following where the sun is slowly beginning to fall towards the horizon line. “Just a little-” Your voice fails with your wings as you plummet from the sky, unable to catch the wind like before. Seeing that you weren’t going to be able to catch the wind or flap enough to fly, you wrap your wings around yourself and tuck your head down. A yelp leaves you as you crash into a forest area in the tundra, snow-covered branches only slowing your crash landing. You land in the snow with a groan, sliding a bit from where you hit before you came to a full stop.

You uncurl your wings from around yourself; you lay in the snow and let out short huffs of air. A long moment passes before you try to at least sit up, your muscles ache for you to stop, and your body craves sleep. You're only able to push yourself up only an arm's length from the ground. Panting, you wince at the pain in your back as you move.

Somewhere in the snowy forest, there’s a crunch in the snow, footsteps drawing closer to you as you shiver and bleed out in the cold. A figure appears, moving behind the trees as your arms give out, making you lay on the snowy ground once more, the side of your face against the snow. The figure slowly approaches you, breaking the small tree line till they’re just a few feet away from you. Tired eyes look up at them, catching the vibrant eyes that stare down at you in curiosity.

With very little energy, you try to shift back in the snow, only to groan in pain and give up on what you believe would be your second death. As your vision blurs, the figure walks closer and kneels down, unclasping the cloak from their shoulders and wrapping it around you, gently pulling your wings to your body to move them under the cloak. “I got you.” His voice is calming, almost soothing to you, as he moves you to be able to be picked up. “This is gonna hurt.” He picks you up, holding you close to his chest in an attempt to keep you warm.

You groan at the movement, your head against his shoulder. He starts walking instantly off in some direction. At some point during the walk, you finally pass out from exhaustion, becoming limp in the stranger’s arms.

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The bright light of day burns through the window, laying a strip of light across your eyes. Your eyes screw tighter as you stir from your sleep, groaning as you turn your head to try and hide from the daylight. Slowly, you open your eyes and are met with an unfamiliar room and bandages all over your body. Purple eyes move around the room and find no one other than you in the room. Shifting, you slowly push yourself up on the bed, groaning at the pain in your back. you swing your legs over the edge of the bed. Reaching your hand to your head, you feel the bandages wrapped around your head and groan at the pulsing that hits you at the acknowledgment of the wound.

Relieved, you drop your hand before slowly pushing yourself off of the bed, and the second you are up straight, you stumble forward, and your knees give out. You hit the wooden floor with a soft thud, your wings shuddering in pain behind you. Somewhere in the house, there’s a different thud and then movement, making you panic as you scoot back on the floor till your back presses against the bed, making you hiss.

The footsteps approach the room, and the door opens to show the person from before she had blacked out, only now she can see them clearly. They stand tall, with black and white hair that matches their skin and barely reaches their jawline. It was clear that they were a hybrid by just about everything about them. There's a certain pull about them that reminds you of home. You two are in a stand-off for a long moment, neither trying to move in any way. Both hybrids are unsure of where to go from here, both very unsure of what the other is capable of.

“You should be in bed.” He voices, watching you shift uncomfortably. You don't say anything, trying to figure out if you should trust him or not. “You were on your last legs when I found you; if I was gonna-ya know-I would have out there.” He insists, hoping that would aid in your internal dilemma. He steps forward cautiously, holding his hand out to you; there’s a gold band on his pinky finger as well as one with some kind of green gem in it on his middle finger. You stare at his hand for a moment before taking it and letting him help you stand up and then sit on the bed. “Is it okay if I change your bandages?”

You hesitate before nodding, watching him with cautious eyes as he moves around the room before he pulls up a chair beside the bed. Gently, he takes your right arm and undoes the bandages to show off all the little cuts that have since healed and no longer need to be dressed before doing the same to the other.

“Can I ask what your name is?” His voice is soft as he gently cleans a large cut on the back of your hand. The washcloth he uses is dipped into a healing brew before being applied, aiding in the healing process of your wounds.

You let out a hiss as he cleans and dresses the cut. “Y/n.” Your voice is quiet and cracks a bit, leading him to offer you the glass of water from the bedside table, you down half of it before setting it aside again.

The man hums, suddenly standing up from the chair. You flinch at his movement, backing up on the bed as though he is going to do something to you. Your wings flare up despite the pain it causes you; you can't help it it's your body’s attempt at making yourself look bigger in the face of danger. He pauses all movements, staring at you and your barely stretched-out wings. “It’s alright.” He promises his hands up with his palms facing you.

“Sorry.” You mumble, fiddling with your hands as he unwraps the bandage from around your head.

“It’s alright.” He insists, looking at the cut on your head. “Do you remember what happened?” One hand pushes back your hair while the other cleans the cut that follows along your hairline. He’s cautious of accidentally bumping the dark horns on your head, the right one of which is broken, the faint cracks that travel down to the base faintly puls a purple color that matches your eyes. “You have quite the cut here, so I wanna make sure you don’t have brain damage.”

What happened to you comes to you in flashes, moments of chains, and pillager laughter. A ripping pain from your head and the burning cut down your back makes you shiver. You get lost in the broken memories of your time wherever you were, zoned out as the man wraps your head. As soon as his touch leaves you, you focus back on him and give him a small nod.

“That’s good.” He notes. “I’m gonna change the one on your back, okay?” You look at him for a moment before nodding. “Just turn a bit for me?” You shift on the bed, turning your back to him. He cuts the bandages away, and you wrap your arms around her chest. “Sorry about the whole missing shirt thing; I had to remove it to get to the cut.”

“It’s okay…”

Mismatch eyes glance at you, “Ranboo.”

You hum, flinching from his touch when he probes the cut along your spine. He mumbles out another apology as his touch changes to be gentle after that, cleaning the wound carefully to not hurt you too much. “Thank you.”

He covers the healing wound, and with your help, he wraps your back and chest, maneuvering around the bases of your wings. “Don’t mention it, couldn’t just leave you to freeze in the snow.” He replies, starting to put away the healing supplies as you turn in the bed. “Are you hungry?” You look up as he turns fully to look at you.

You give a small nod, your attention now drawn to the window. Outside of the building, it snows, a drastic change from when you had woken up. Ranboo takes a moment, observing you and the faraway look in your eyes as you stare at the snowfall. For the moment, you're a person of few words he’s concluded, of course, that could be due to shock or whatever trauma you've gone through before he’d found you. Regardless of what happened, he was prepared to help you through it.

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