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thefanficmonster · 2 years

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Soulmates

Ranboo & Wilbur’s Sister!Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing (?)

Genre: FLUFF, Platonic Fluff, CUTENESS, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Few of the many highlights of Ranboo’s trip to UK where him and Wilbur’s sister Y/N meet in person for the first time.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! 🤗 Hope this is your best one yet and I hope you spend it marvelously with people you love. Have fun on your special day and save me a slice of cake 😉 I hope you like my birthday gift for you! Wish you a long life full of success and happiness 🌺 Lots of love, Vy ❤

The day Y/N mistakably wandered into Wilbur’s recording room, assuming he wasn’t streaming, to complain about her then-boyfriend who had pissed her the hell off should be written down in history.

Because that’s the day Y/N met Ranboo. That’s the day Tommy and Wilbur knew that a beast of a friendship has been kindled.

Oh, if only they knew that their terminology didn’t even scratch the surface.

A few months of daily texting, video chats and calls between him and Y/N, much to the surprise of both his friends, Ranboo called them one beautiful grey morning, asking for one of them to haul ass as soon as possible and pick him up from the airport.

Y/N, who overheard the call because of how loud the boy had to yell to outshout the wind howling outside, took the ‘as soon as possible’ part super seriously, therefore ushering her brother into the car, speeding a little over the speed limit - with thankfully no repercussions - towards what turned out to be the best weekend of her entire life. Now, eighteen years might not be a long time, but if we consider what memories of these past eighteen years will stick out in her memory in the future eighteen years, this weekend will definitely be at the top.

Little did she know at the time that the same would apply for Ranboo, but also for the people who watched the vlogs Tommy and Wilbur shot while touring their friend around the beauty of London and Brighton - sights he saw so little of considering his eyes were so transfixed on the girl who he found to be his literal soulmate.

Allow me to give you a few examples in chronological order.

The Airport, Friday 29.04.2022, 10:30 AM

You know those moments in rom-coms when one character meets the other at the airport after being apart for what to them felt like an eternity? Ok, now imagine that exact thing but between two friends. Got the mental image? If not, don’t worry, I’ll describe it to you.

Wilbur has barely parks the car when Y/N leaps out of the backseat, scaring the driver and Tommy, who is in the passenger seat senseless. Her brother has every intention of scolding her when he too gets out of the car but is stopped by what he sees - the wholesomeness of the scene in front of him.

Just like in those cheesy movies, Ranboo has abandoned his luggage to catch the excited girl, locking her in his embrace as he spins her around, provoking a fit of giggles from her as she holds onto him for dear life.

Only once he’s set her down the height difference becomes explicitly visible, standing at a foot and then some, forcing Y/N to crane her neck every time she tries to look the boy in the eyes.

“So, if I run at you at max speed, I’ll get the same treatment?“ Being the last to emerge from the vehicle, Tommy calls out to Ranboo from afar, as if giving himself time and space to pick up speed if he gets an affirmative answer.

“Don’t even think about it!“ Ranboo sticks out the arm that isn’t wrapped around Y/N’s shoulders to signal for Tommy to not pull a stunt like that, “Special treatment for special people.“

“Oh you...“ The blond starts but is cut off by the second tree-of-a-man present.

“Let it go, Tommy. At least you’re not the luggage boy.“ He hisses, turning his gaze at his sister and her new best friend as he picks up the aforementioned abandoned luggage.

Neither of them notice though, both turned to one another as they’ve already started a random conversation. That’s how the other two Brits immediately know this is gonna be one hell of a weekend for all parties involved...

The Soot Home, Friday 29.04.2022, 09:00 PM

The plan was to watch a movie before Tommy has to go home for the night despite being invited to stay over countless times. Yes, that was the plan. However, what this night inevitably turned into is a recreation of the moment in the cinema when a couple of people sitting close to you just keep chatting, albeit in hushed whispers, it’s still distracting.

In Ranboo and Y/N’s defense, though, the movie is hella boring. Even Wilbur and Tommy started drifting off about half an hour into it but still, as the oldest of the bunch, the first-born Soot frequently felt the need to shush his sister and his friend, more as to not wake up the sleeping Tommy than for him to be able to hear the dialog in the movie.

But, as you could probably imagine, the warning has effect for about two minutes before the two break out in chatter.

“Ok, with the speed we’re going at we’ll find solutions to all the world’s problems. But before we stray that far, tell me: what places do you wanna visit specifically?“ Y/N asks the American who, unbeknownst to her, is having a really hard time registering her words because of how awed he is by her accent. It’s far from his first time being faced with the charm of Brits, but man, yours is on a whole new level.

That’s why he takes a moment or two to respond, pretending he’s thinking up an answer when in reality he’s picking up the fragments of what he did hear you say, trying to fit them together to form what is it you probably said, “Um...well, wherever you think it’s a worthy place to take me to I’m all cool with.” He follows that up with an unspoken: “As long as you’re the tour guide, I’ll be happy anywhere.”

Y/N bites her lip, gaze growing a bit unfocused as if she’s racking through her memories to find a place she thinks is worth a visit and a place he’d also enjoy visiting.

Before she can think any better of it, she blurts out: “My favorite place in London is the pier my the bridge. The actual bridge is pretty nice, but I love the pier, you can see the cutest sailboats and, if the weather is gloomy - which it always is - in the late afternoon, they turn on the decorative lights. I’m telling you, you’ve never seen a prettier sight.” She pauses for a second to catch her breath and put her gushing on hold for the purpose of realism, “But it’ll probably be too windy so...”

“So that’s where we’re going. Wind be damned.“ Ranboo says without missing a beat, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiles fondly at this bubbly girl who’s currently exhibiting the most innocent and child-like joy with her sparkling eyes and the grin on her face.

She straightens in her seat, enough to be able to wrap her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. The pier will need to take the second place on the list of things worthy of Ranboo’s attention tomorrow. In fact, that will be the last thing he’s looking at if Y/N will be this happy all throughout the journey.

Her smile, her happiness - it’s a sight he doesn’t want to leave without embedding into his brain first.

The following morning...

“So much for going home.“ Wilbur says to Tommy who’s just awoken from his spot on the floor where they’d littered a bunch of pillows for him to be comfortable while watching the movie the night before.

He too had dozed off on the couch, somewhere near the hour mark of the movie so he hadn’t thought to wake up his friend, nor had he noticed the other two cuddled up eighteen-year-olds on the opposite end of the couch who too had fallen asleep, just significantly later than the other two.

With a single conspiratorial smile exchanged between the two blondes, the taller one goes and grabs a polaroid camera - gifted to him by Y/N - and snaps a picture of the two slumbering friends.

Project ‘Memories in the making’ has commenced.

The London Bridge/Pier, Saturday 30.04.2022, 12:30 PM

“Before you go and make fun of out hair in the comments just know that this entire expedition was Y/N’s idea! Y/N!“ Tommy, whose arm is already starting to go sore from holding his camera up vlogger style, looks over his shoulder to seek out the perpetrator of the crime against his and Wilbur’s hair.

He finds that she’s occupied with something at the moment.

With what?

Well, her and Ranboo have fallen behind but it’s not even a surprise anymore. They’ve taken stop after stop, just to talk, each time bringing Wilbur and Tommy, the parents of the group, closer to shoving them back in the car and driving them home. Although they probably wouldn’t find anything wrong with that either.

As of what Y/N’s occupied with - she’s standing on a bench to give her some leveling with Ranboo’s height. Her hair is just as wild as theirs and so is Ranboo’s but Y/N’s currently tending to the case with the power of hair clips, using them to keep the boy’s hair out of his eyes. To top it all off, they’re butterfly and flower shaped so the sight of Ranboo once the girl has finished with her work is that much more adorable.

As annoying as Wilbur’s been pretending to find these two all this time, he can’t help but smile. He hasn’t seen his sister this happy in what feels like forever. It’s a moment he wants to commemorate for their sake as well as his.

And so he takes a few more pictures - one while Y/N’s still working with Ranboo’s mess of hair; another when he looks at himself with his phone’s front camera and they both burst out laughing; and a third one when he picks the girl up in his arms, whirling her around briefly before setting her down.

He contemplates taking another shot of t he moment they share, looking into each other’s eyes so adoringly, but he finds it too personal for him to photograph although he’s pretty sure it’ll be forever photographed in their own memory.

He does, however, snap one more shot when Ranboo ruffles Y/N’s hair and pats her head lovingly afterwards.

The London Bridge/Pier, Saturday 30.04.2022, 04:00 PM

After setting up the tripod for a group picture, the four strike a pose: Tommy crouched in front of everyone else; Wilbur on Ranboo’s left, standing tall and proud with a purposeful and faux serious look on his face with his hands in the front pockets of his jeans; Y/N piggybacked on Ranboo’s back, her arms wrapped around his shoulders for her own security despite his hands holding her up by the backs of her knees.

The camera has been set up to take several shots at even intervals so they can strike different poses for each shot.

Reviewing them afterwards reveals that the best one, without a doubt is the one that was captured a mere two seconds after Y/N cracked a joke that’s got all four of them laughing their butts off. A small detail making the picture better is the fact that Ranboo turned his head to the side to be able to look at her over his shoulder. It’s an adorable moment to be caught between them, much like the one Wilbur chose not to photograph earlier.

Faith has a way of playing its way whether we play accordingly or not.

“Hey, is anyone hungry or is it just me?“ Tommy inquires after having gathered the tripod and has resumed vlogging.

If he hadn’t mentioned it, neither of the other three would’ve noticed the growling of their own stomachs, but since he luckily did, they immediately confirm that they’re in the same boat as him.

“There’s that diner we frequent like two minutes down the pier. What do you guys say?“ Wilbur suggests, turning to his friends and sister who’s now become a package deal with Ranboo. Yes, he refuses to set her down.

“I’m down, as long as I can walk there myself.“ Y/N complains, her arms still clasped around the boy’s shoulders to avoid having her return to ground be a graceless plummet.

“No way. Guide me there.“ With that said Ranboo takes off running, marking it the first time this entire trip that they have been ahead of the two blondes.

Chucking exasperatedly to themselves, Wilbur and Tommy follow suit, all the while being able to pinpoint exactly where the other half of their group is because of Y/N’s squeals of Ranboo’s name all the way to the diner.

Will didn’t get a chance to snap a pic of that, but Tommy did catch it with his vlogging camera so the moment won’t be lost in time.

The Amusement Park, Sunday 01.05.2022, 02:00 PM

“No, no, no, Y/N. You can’t go on that ride, you need at least another two inches to qualify.“ Ranboo tells the girl who’s looking longingly at the ride she might actually not be tall enough to ride but is too afraid of disappointment to actually go to the measuring stand.

She might be a little more than half his height, but she’s got more than enough fury capacity to turn around and glare at him, even if that means tilting her head back a comical amount.

“I’m not short, you’re a tree!“ She complains, arms crossed over her chest, a pouty lip, the whole nine yards of looking exactly like a child among the actual children at this amusement park.

Sparing her any potential neck pain, he bends down so they’re at an approximate eye level, the crinkled corners of his eyes letting her know he’s getting one hell of a kick out of this even if his mask is shielding his smile, “And you...” he boops her nose, “...are a treat. A treat of a friend.”

“We’re going on the goddamn ride without you two.“ Tommy calls out to them from five feet away, where him and Will have been standing and observing the interaction before them.

“You know what, go ahead.“ Ranboo motions to the ride, encouraging them to do just that, “We’ll grab some cotton candy and I’ll win Y/N a stuffed animal or two.”

With an arm wrapped around her shoulders, he guides her to the few carnival games that are a part of the amusement park. Although she complies, she doesn’t do so without a complaint, “I can win my own stuffed animals.”

“I’m sure you can Sharp-shooter. Sorry, Short-shooter.“ He teasingly replies.

“Ranboo!“

Luckily, that nose boop was caught by Wilbur’s perfectly on time reflex to snap a shot of that adorable argument. Another wholesome memory to add to the collection.

The Airport, Monday 02.05.2022, 09:00 AM

You know that heartbreaking scene in rom-coms when the two main characters have to say goodbye because one of them is leaving the country for one reason or another? Yeah, imagine that with two best friends instead....again. As before, if you can’t picture it, I got you, no worries.

“But you’ll visit us again soon, right?“

This is the millionth time Y/N has asked Ranboo this question and yet the answer still, to her delight, has remained the same. “Of course I will! Either I’m coming here or you’re coming to the US.“

Standing some ways away to let the two exchange goodbyes in peace are Wilbur and Tommy who are genuinely upset to see how heartbroken the girl is.

“They really love each other.“ Tommy says, he too getting slightly emotional at the thought of saying goodbye to his friend.

“They’re soulmates. Soulmates first, friends second.“ Will tells him, his movements unsure as he lifts the camera to capture the second to last picture of Ranboo’s visit.

The very last one is the selfie he takes of the entire group right before Ranboo has to go through the gate, leaving the three behind with a heavy heart that keeps screaming at him to stay although he can’t.

Wilbur drapes the camera’s safety strap around Y/N’s neck, snapping her out of her thoughts as her hands gently take hold of it, inspecting it closely, not having seen it since she saw Wilbur unwrap it on his birthday two years ago.

“I completely forgot to remind you of this. We could’ve used it to take some very cool pictures this weekend.“ She sniffles, pulling herself together after being in tears for the past twenty minutes.

Wilbur smiles quietly to himself, a hand on her back leading her out to the car where Tommy’s already waiting for them, opting to sit in the back as to keep Y/N company and comfort her on the drive home.

“Don’t worry, it was utilized well.” He responds cryptically and is relieved when she doesn’t ask what he means by that.

Instead, she quietly sits in the backseat, cuddling into Tommy’s side to take a nap after pulling an all-nighter with Ranboo.

The meaning of what her brother said is revealed when she wakes up in her bed a few hours later. On her nightstand, she finds a pocket-sized book which she figures is a polaroid picture album.

In the first slot, instead of a picture, there is a piece of paper with the question: “What’s a soulmate?” printed on it in cursive lettering.

Flicking through the other pages, she’s stunned to see the many pictures Wilbur took of them throughout this weekend, pictures she’s seeing for the first time.

By the time she gets to the end, she’s in tears all over again, and the final page doesn’t help - it’s another piece of paper instead of a picture and with the same lettering but bolder is written: “THAT” with a heart beneath it.

Wilbur couldn’t have been more right - that, that right there, what Y/N and Ranboo have, it proves that soulmates exist. That in this world, there is someone for everyone, be it romantic, platonic or otherwise.

They have each other.

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1wn8ure · 9 months

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if your wings are broken, please take mine ('til yours can open too)

Or, a series of beeduo hurt/comfort one-shots in the style of bunflora’s fic “I wanna hear it’s alright”. Each chapter will be based off of a one word prompt!

reblogs help astronomically!!

#This updated today after over a year!!#dsmp fanfic #beeduo fanfic #dsmp fanfiction #beeduo fanfiction #ranboo fanfic #tubbo fanfic #ranboo fanfiction #tubbo fanfiction #ao3 fanfiction #1wn8ure.writes

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roxiezsxx · 12 days

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Song headcannons for my angel dsmp au.

Angel!tommy : Tears over beers.

‘She was outta luck for three more years.’

Angel!Wilbur: the goose & the wren.

‘The water looks nice so I do not think twice.’

Angel!ranboo: cool about it.

‘Once I took your medication to know what it’s like.’

Angel!Tubbo : lover, you should’ve come over

‘Maybe I was too young, to keep true love from going wrong.’

Angel!Quackity: velvet ring

‘Love is a gentle thing’

Angel!Karl: fluorescent adolescent

‘You used to get it in your fishnets now you only get it in your night dress’

Angel!Technoblade: class of 2013

‘Can I sleep for a few months more?”

Angel! Sapnap: Mr loverman

‘And I miss my lover, man.”

Angel!Foolish: big mouth strikes again

‘As the flames rose to her Roman nose and her hearing aid started to melt.”

Angel! Philza: My kind of woman

‘My kind of woman.’

Angel!kirsten: say yes to heaven

‘I’ve got my eye on you.’

Angel!dream: No children

‘I am drowning, there is no sign of land you are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand’

Angel!puffy: drift away

‘Is this how it works? Am i doing it right?”

Angel!Niki: class of 2013

‘Mom, im tired can i dream for a few months more..?”

Angel!jack: hit em up style!

‘There go the lies you told!’

Angel!Eret: Andrew in drag

‘So stick him in a dress and hes the only boy id shag’

Angel!skeppy: fighter

‘Call me fighter and ill mop the floor with you.’

Angel!bad boy halo: fighter

‘Call me lover! Ill take you for a drink or two!’

Angel!jschlatt: i love you like an alchoholic

‘One last kiss! I love you like an alcoholic.”

Angel!fundy: i hate my mom

‘I fucking hate my mom!’

Angel!Awesamdude: living next door to alice

‘I don’t know why shes leaving or where shes gonna go.’

Angel!George: old friend

‘I haven’t told a anyone just like we promised’

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HEY GUYS AUTHOR HERE I WANT YOU TO GIVE ME REQUESTS OF ANYONE ON THIS LIST!! :3 PLATONIC AND NON PLATONIC OBVS INCLUDED PLS READ MY ABOUT ME POST TO SEE WHAT IM COMFY WITH!!

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fanboo · 2 years

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Ranboo x reader : Rain

It started raining after he came over. At first the thunder was bad, and terrified you, so being the good boyfriend he was, Ranboo got you to sit on the couch with him. Your head in his lap as he spoke soft words to calm you. That was a couple hours ago. It was still raining, but much nicer. At some point you started playing music on your phone, and Ranboo started playing Minecraft on your xbox. He let you sit up, so you were now in his lap. His chin rested on your head, and his arms were around your torso, holding the controller. You were reading a book. The rain was starting to tire you, so you set the book down and cozied into your partner’s chest.

Once he thought you were asleep, Ranboo started to quietly hum to your music. You found it was a nice noise, paired with the soft pitter-patter of the rainfall. Slowly, the boy turned off the game, and did his best to lay you two down. He held you extra tight, careful not to let you fall. His body was curled protectively around you.

You slowly drifted off to the sound of his humming. Having him hold you so tightly against his chest brought you a sense of peace, and paired with the soft humming, you were out in no time.

The last thing you heard before you fell asleep was Ranboo speaking, ever so softly, saying two words: “sweet dreams.”

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serashalala · 1 year

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Cold feet and clear eyes

Ranboo can read minds. That poses to be both an advantage and disadvantage sometimes, but Ranboo's already got too many problems to find a good balance on that.

Prompt: au where MC, due to certain events can now hear the thoughts of everyone around them.

Includes:

A lot of Ranboo, awkward boo, miscommunication, mindreading, benchtrio, fluff, misunderstandings (ironically), MICHAEL, michael FLUFF, michael_beloved, a lot of awes have been farmed

Read on AO3

#serashalala writes #benchtrio #ranboo #tubbo #tommyinnit #ranboo fanfiction #tubbo fanfiction #tommyinnit fanfiction #benchtrio fanfiction

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angelsandarsenic · 2 years

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Chapter four of Ghosts in my Closet is out now!

It was one of my favorites, go check it out!

#tubbo fanfiction #ranboo fanfiction #tubbo and ranboo #tubbo centric #ghostboo #paranormal au #dream smp fanfiction #family sbi #tommyinnit

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dylandotwhat · 2 months

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Fuck it, I update tomorrow anyways, here's the link to my fic: I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep ('Cause everything is never as it seems) !!

Here's also a drawing I did for it, think of it as a sort of title screen:

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tiny-crecher · 11 months

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The genloss surgery scene from Charlie’s perspective, inspired by this post I made.

HEAVY HEAVY HEAVY gore warning like. seriously.

you can also read it on ao3

It was the smell of antiseptic that hit him first.

Charlie’s mind was fuzzy. His body felt heavy. And cold. Very cold. He didn’t have the strength to open his eyes yet, but he could tell he was lying flat on… something. It wasn’t very comfortable.

The second thing Charlie was aware of were voices. Two of them, one directly to his left, one a little father and more artificial-sounding. A recording, perhaps?

He shifted his head, letting a sliver of light seep through his eyelids. It was dim and greenish and awful. He could vaguely see movement from the left.

A surgical glove snapped. Charlie’s eyes shot open.

He found himself in what appeared to be a hospital room, a dingy fluorescent light casting a yellow-green hue over everything. He was in an old hospital gown, with a pale blue sheet covering the majority of his body.

It was then that he realized he was laid out on an operating table.

Charlie looked up at his surgeon.

He’d seen that damned mask before.

The surgeon themself seemed rather young. Maybe a teen still? They were at least younger than Charlie.

“I don’t want to do this… oh god.”

It was when they started pulling the sheet back to expose Charlie’s bare stomach that he started to fully grasp the situation.

The kid turned to their left and started rummaging through a box of surgical tools.

Oh fuck.

“I’m so sorry. I need to- I need to live. You don’t understand I need to live.”

Charlie knew the game. He knew that no one won. He knew that he’d been though it before. He knew he hadn’t been the first. Clearly he hadn’t been the last, either. But this kid… maybe they could be. Maybe they could be the one to stop this cycle.

So Charlie came to a conclusion. He had to endure whatever torment that awaited him in order to give this teen a fighting chance.

A pair of rusted scissors glinted in the light.

Charlie braced.

The teen plunged the scissors into his abdomen, and Charlie screamed. The pain was immediate, a searing fire starting from his center and rippling outwards in waves upon waves of torment. Every part of him screeched in protest and agony as the scissors dug even deeper, tearing upwards through flesh and muscle and sinew. His vision blurred, the room beginning to swirl into a nightmarish, distorted haze. He was vaguely aware of the sweat that was clinging to him, starting to mix with the tears that were streaming down his face.

This needs to happen.

And it kept fucking going.

Fingers dug into his skin and began to pull, shoving aside skin and fat until Charlie had a wonderful view of his entire digestive tract. The teen’s hands dove even deeper, starting to wrap around his intestines and slowly stringing them out.

This needs to happen.

Charlie convulsed, crying out with each twist and tug. He could feel blood beginning to drip down his hands from where his fingernails were digging into his palms. His body was but a stage for this twisted performance.

This needs to happen.

His breaths were ragged, each one hurting more than the last as his heaving chest jostled his torn open stomach. Bolts of anguish radiated out from his core as the teen continued to just dig, shooting tendrils of pain through his veins and into every nerve in his body. The world was hazy and fragmented, blurring and unblurring at a rapidfire pace. The smell of antiseptic had been washed away with the scent of his own blood, metallic and nauseating.

This needs to happen. This needs to happen. This needs to happen.

Charlie shrieked and spasmed as something was ripped from him. His screams echoed against the tiled walls of the room, a desperate plea for release that only fell on deaf ears. Time itself was beginning to warp, stretching into a torturous eternity. Every fiber of his being cried out for mercy. But he knew that none would come.

“What is- what is this?”

Charlie managed to focus his eyes for a brief second on what the teen was holding. It took him a bit to actually understand what he was seeing, with his mind so fogged with pain and the object completely drenched in his own blood, but after a moment he realized:

It was a game piece, from Mousetrap. It was the missing piece of a puzzle.

Charlie would’ve sighed with relief if he could actually breathe. They got the piece. He had no idea how the fuck it got inside of him, and frankly he didn’t really want to, but they got it. They had a chance. That made it all worth it.

The kid had what they needed. But of course, they didn’t know that. So onwards they went, continuing their merciless work of ravaging through Charlie’s torso, gutting him for all the world the see. Time lost its meaning. His body was nothing but a vessel for agony. But he had to hold onto that hope. He had to hope this kid, whoever they were, would be the one to break the cycle. He just had to.

He just fucking had to.

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moltengoldveins · 3 months

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*vibrating out of my skin* b-bbphhh….. beeduo. But its. It’s the Minotaur. and Theseus. Has someone done this? Please tell me someone has done this.

Tubbo as a boy trapped in the most technologically advanced maze ever made, learning engineering from the walls meant to contain him, his selfish father (Schlatt) so shamed by his ‘mutations’ he spreads rumors that the boy is a monster, throwing sacrifices to the maze every seven years. Tubbo’s never been able to save them in time. Something savage is in the walls, hunting, and while the maze is built specifically to keep Tubbo alive, it is not so for the foreign prisoners.

Meanwhile, Ranboo is the prince of an oppressed kingdom, forced to give blood sacrifice every seven years. His father (Phil, not the most common dynamic but roll with it it becomes relevant later) tells stories of the kingdom’s former glory, the glory lost when their most famed general fell to the war, taken and by all accounts killed by Tubbo’s father. Ranboo decides to go on a quest to slay the monster his people are being fed to, and further, to live up to the memory of that lost general and kill the enemy king, freeing his people. He promises to lift white sails if he returns alive, and that his men will lift black ones if he dies. (There’s some Lady of Death symbolism happening here, work with me) Importantly, his father gives him an old token of a ‘lost friend’ before he goes, an emerald on a chain. He says it’s for good luck, and guidance. He seems… really sad about it tho. Hm. Surely that’s not important.

Niki is the vassal/adopted daughter/ healer?? Of Schlatt, who sneaks out now and then to give Tubbo snacks. The maze likes her, and she is the only one the old warden told its secrets to before he escaped with his son. She cannot navigate the twisted paths like Tubbo, who has spent his entire life walking those halls, but she is protected from whatever is in the walls. She could get Tubbo out, but they’d have nowhere to go, so she waits. Every year, she prays she will find a way to get them out. Every seven, she prays Tubbo will not have to watch any of the prisoners die.

Ranboo arrives and threatens Schlatt, who only laughs at the boys boldness and throws him into the maze first. (Oddly, while he took every stitch of gold from Ranboo’s neck and hands, he left the earring. He said something about it being ‘fitting. It’ll finally die with its partner’)

just when Ranboo is about to be thrown in, Niki, who couldn’t bear the thought of such a kind looking kid dying so horribly, sneaks him a sword and a ball of golden thread. “It will guide you when you need it. Sam made it as a last resort.” She whispers, right before the gates close.

Tubbo, furious at his failure seven years ago to save any of the hostages (he was twelve. There was nothing he could have done.) manages to get to Ranboo just in time to keep the monster away from them both. The maze closes around them and for a moment, it looks as if they’ll fight. Then Tubbo smiles, and Ranboo lowers his sword, and the two of them are friends in seconds. Tubbo takes Ranboo back to the little room he’s set up shop in, boasting about his inventions but clearly Very unaccustomed to speaking with Actual People. Unfortunately for everyone involved, Ranboo is the physical child of two polymorphed dragons and the adopted child of an angel and a goddess. He isn’t accustomed to speaking with Actual People either. They get along smashingly.

Tubbo and Niki have made a plan of escape, but never had chance to use it. Now that Ranboo can offer sanctuary, it’s just a matter of getting out and running, but Ranboo refuses. He can’t leave whatever monster is really in the walls for anyone to find and either die to or take advantage of, even if he does destroy Schlatt’s regime. Tubbo insists it’s impossible to even find the thing, its lair is in the fabled ‘center of the maze’, which even he has never been able to find. And even if he could find it, it wouldn’t matter. He’d be killed in an instant. Whatever the thing is, it’s a better fighter than anything else in the nation: that’s why it was locked away. Ranboo offers Tubbo his signet ring (kinda a proposal gesture, we’re Not Acknowledging That RN Tho, We’re Both Traumatized and Trying Not To Die) and tells him to flee to the Antarctic Empire after Niki’s plan to kill Schlatt succeeds. That way Phil can help them, even if Ranboo doesn’t make it.

Unspooling the golden thread, Ranboo follows it to the center of a maze, where he finds… a study. It looks like it was torn through by a hurricane, then carefully rebuilt, and half of it is filled with untouched and unfinished mechanical structures. He other half is filled with notebooks, maps of the maze, and frantic scribbling. “Another hunt today” one says “I only knew because my claws were scraped.” “I woke with blood in my teeth” another page says. “I think it was a person. I think I was a person, before. I don’t think I am anymore.”

He doesn’t have the time to piece things together though, because a hulking figure twice his size emerges from a side door and slams into him. He barely manages to knock the blow of a massive axe away, and squinting in the low light, he sees a long-haired, red-eyed man in a tattered uniform and a cape, face twisted and malformed with scars and massive fangs. The uniform is that of Ranboo’s home country. The cape is eerily similar to the one on Phil’s old portraits, before the war.

‘Oh.’ Ranboo realizes, right as he gets kicked through a wall of foliage. ‘You’re the reason my dad is so sad all the time.’

it really seems like all is lost. The man is clearly rabid, insane and muttering to himself, eyes glowing crimson. But right as he’s about to kill Ranboo, he sees the earring, and he stops. He turns to a drawer in one of the desks and pulls out a matching earring, and the light fades from his eyes.

‘im sorry’ he says, ‘I’m not a man anymore. They took that from me. It was some kind of curse. They made me kill my own people. They made me a creature.’

‘well, that’s nothing new’ Ranboo shrugs. ‘Curses can be broken, and I’m rather good friends with a few creatures at this point. What’s one more?’

so they escape, the earrings doing something?? To help keep the man calm. Niki burns the tree in the center of the castle and Techno (because we all knew it was Techno) triggers the self destruct system he’d found in the maze during those few moments of sanity between all the hunting. Niki also remembers a rant or an offhand comment Schlatt made at some point early in her apprenticeship about how to break some curse in the maze, something he was gloating about that she only really gets once she sees the massive fellow being led out of the maze by a very excited Ranboo.

everyone escapes and there’s more Plot but the important bit is: Ranboo forgets about the sails. As they near the harbor, they see a cloud of ravens flying in from every direction, and Techno Loses His Mind. Turns out that only happens when Phil is Really In Danger, Dying, or, hypothetically, dead of grief from the loss of what he believes to be his last living family member. (Yes we have the option here of perms-killing Phil right in the final stretch but I Choose No, because No) There’s a very dramatic reunion where Techno is midway to War Mode while Phil is definitely post-giving-his-soul-up-to-Lady-Death-now-that-everyone-I-love-is-dead, Just-Back-From-Being-Dead-And-Not-Sure-Why-His-Wife-Didn’t-Keep-Him-This-Time??? before Ranboo Explains Everything. Tubbo and Ranboo end up platonically married like Ranboo’s father and Tubbo’s weird uncle in the walls before them and ruling the country as King and General. Niki gets a bakery and a chance to use her alchemy powers for yummy purposes instead of poison. Everyone lives and is happy. The end.

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whoseravenwrites · 5 months

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Eyes don't lies

A/N : this one is kinda short but I'm slowly getting back into writing

tw: nothing :)

cc!ranboo x gn!reader

word count: 175

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Ranboo was lying on the couch in the living room, they were scrolling on their phone through Tumblr, sending you random posts he would see on there and waiting to hear your little giggles through the house.

At one point, you walked out of your room, looking at them with a desperate look plastered on your face.

“Are you serious ?” you asked them, hardly trying to keep a straight and serious face.

“Yes. It’s very funny I don’t care about what you think” he said, smiling at you, even tho he was wearing his mask, you could see the happiness in their eyes.

“You’re wicked Ran I hope you know that,” you said, sitting next to them, he sat down as well instead of lying.

“I can see the sparkles in your eyes Ran,” you said as he was looking at you, their eyes stuck on yours.

“I know you love me you can’t stop smiling” he was smiling through his eyes as they could see you blushing and forcing yourself to not smile.

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elytrafemme · 2 years

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Title: cough syrup

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Category: Multi

Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP

Relationship: Ranboo & Tubbo, Tubbo & Tommyinnit, Ranboo & Tubbo & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Sleepy Boys Inc. & Tubbo, Nihachu & Ranboo, Tubbo & Quackity, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Quackity/Schlatt

Characters: Ranboo, Tubbo, TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot, Jack Manifold, Nihachu, Quackity, Philza, Schlatt, Dream

Chapters: 30/45

Chapter Title: XXX - like a sinner, hold me under, and i’ll never come up again

Ranboo begins the end of the universe the first time. The second time, he watches. It's his third attempt when he tries to stop it. And in the very last instance of the universe ending, Ranboo becomes it.

PLEASE READ THE STARTING NOTES BEFORE READING THE CHAPTER

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lanaxoxoxoxoxox · 9 months

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ALSO CONSIDER ANOTHER BASED OFF A SONG:

kiss you by one direction.

ranboo is crushing, but reader is a teeny tiny bit oblivious. ranboo is always finding ways to hold onto reader, touching them, holding their arm/hand, touching their shoulder, fixing their hair for them, etc etc. one day, maybe after talking to wilbur or phil, ranboo finds the god damn courage to go out with them privately and say "please, just let me kiss you."

SORRY IM BRAINROTTING IN YOUR INBOX ILY /p

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ranboo x gn!reader (they/them pronouns for y/n)

warnings: the most adorable fluff you'll eva read ♡

a/n: ladies and gentlemen, joy is now supporting us with some amazing brainrot once again !!! srsly @heiijoy has the best requests /gen go read their works !! ♡

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One thing that was obvious about Y/n was that they were incredibly oblivious and carefree. In times, that was very useful, especially as they were a streamer with a larger fanbase and community. In other times, it wasn’t as.. Helpful. Especially when their best friend of 3 years had a crush on them. And their best friend was indeed, Ranboo.

Ranboo had always considered themselves a “hopeless romantic”, someone who believes in love no matter what relationships or situations they’ve been through personally. Ranboo always tried to be near y/n, doing at least something with him. He constantly tried to give small little hints to y/n that he had a crush on them, but most of the time, those hints would click inside other people’s brains, and not y/ns, leaving Ranboo to get teased by his friends. He would constantly leave very obvious gestures to y/n, but nothing seemed to work.

During Vidcon panels and restaurants, Ranboo would always sit right next to Y/n, purposely making sure that their hands, legs or arms were touching in some way. If Ranboo, Y/n and some other people were walking to go somewhere, Ranboo would also offer y/n his hand or arm to hold onto, and he would be a blushing and stuttering mess if Y/n accepted. Although, y/n’s oblvious self would assume Ranboo was acting that way because of the weather or some random thing.

During a convention that Y/n and Ranboo were speaking at together, Ranboo and Y/n hung out backstage along with Wilbur, Tommy and Niki. Tommy and Niki were talking, and Wilbur was grabbing water to drink before the panel. Y/n was scrolling through Twitter, laughing at the tweets in the Twitchcon panel hashtag from the audience.

“Hey, Y/n, come ‘ere for a second.” Ranboo spoke.

Y/n looked up from their phone and shut it off before shoving it in their pocket. They came a bit closer to Ranboo. “What’s up?” they said.

Ranboo’s cheeks had a bit of a red hue to them, wishing in his head that Y/n couldn’t notice. He reached his hands up into Y/n’s hair, tucking away a few strands behind their ear. Y/n sucked in their breath, and Ranboo swore he saw a bit of tint on Y/n’s ears.

Ranboo pulled away his hand. “There.” he smiled.

Y/n smiled back at the tall boy in front of them. “T-thank you.”

Wilbur looked over at Ranboo and Y/n, moving his eyes back and forth between the two. He finally settled making eye contact with Ranboo and raised an eyebrow. Ranboo sighed and felt blush rise onto his cheeks once again. He looked back over at y/n quickly, and pulled out his phone.

After the panel, Wilbur and Phil texted Ranboo to come meet them in one of the creator lounges, and I quote reader, “In private.” Usually when Wilbur or Phil say something like that, it’s usually meant as “We need to talk/ask you about something” (it’s worse when it’s both of them say ‘in private’!)

Ranboo sucked in his breath and headed over to the destination they were supposed to meet at. Ranboo finally got there after 10 minutes of walking, and saw Wilbur leaning against the wall talking to Phil as Phil drank his cup of coffee.

Ranboo walked over to the two men and cleared his throat. “So, what did you want to ask me.. In private?” Ranboo said.

Wilbur looked over at Phil. “When were you going to tell us that you and Y/n are dating?”

Ranboo’s eyes widened. “U-uh, we’re not dating.” Phil raised an eyebrow.

“I promise you, we’re not together!” Ranboo responded, raising his arms up in defense.

Phil spoke up. “If you’re always acting like that towards Y/n, and you two aren’t dating, then I assume you have a crush on them, correct?”

Ranboo’s mouth tightened. “You can tell us, you know. We’re basically your family.” Wilbur added, smiling.

Ranboo looked at both of them and sighed. “Yeah, I think I do like them..” The smile of the two men’s faces could not be wiped off throughout any of that day when Ranboo and Y/n were anywhere near each other.

Reader, ever since that day, when Ranboo was basically forced to tell Phil and Will about his admiration for y/n, let's just say his head was even more filled with thoughts of y/n. Now, before the conversation with Wilbur and Phil, he already was swarmed with thoughts already. But now, it was even more than usual, to the point where he would tell himself to stop and clear his mind a bit before continuing to whatever he was doing. He knew it was a sign to tell y/n, and he finally brought himself to do it.

Ranboo and y/n were walking alone on the Brighton shore, watching the waves crash along the sand and their feet. The sun was slowly setting into a beautiful shade of baby pink and tangerine with the daisy yellow sun painting the horizon.

Ranboo and y/n both stopped in their tracks and sat down on the rocky floors of the shore and admired the beautiful sunset in front of them. Ranboo sighed and looked over at y/n.

"I love you, y/n." Ranboo spit out quickly, almost tripping over their own words. Blush rose to Ranboo's cheeks at what words he spoke, as he meant to say them a little later on in the evening but couldn't hold his tounge back.

Y/n looked over in surprise.

"Shit, I-I. I do love you y/n. Gosh, I just wanna take you anywhere you like, and show you off to everyone, and j-just-." the boy stuttered.

"Want to what?" Y/n said, smiling.

"Please, just let me kiss you."

"Kiss me, then." y/n spoke back.

And they did, reader. They did.

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oh my garsh this is too cute for me to handle !!!!! 😭 /pos

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