#ranboo staying would’ve made it worse

[apollos-boyfriend]

if ANYONE calls ranboo a bad husband for leaving tubbo to his grief i’m going to start my villain arc. he asked tubbo if he should stay, and tubbo told him that he wanted to be left alone. ranboo knows how tubbo processes his trauma. out of anyone, he’s one of the people that understands tubbo the most. if tubbo says to leave, ranboo knows he genuinely wants some alone time. are there issues in their relationship? sure, but this is not one of those times.

#mcyt #mcytblr #dream smp #bee duo #ranboo #tubbo #icarus speaks #back on my bee duo bullshit #like. you think they don’t understand each other to that extent?? #ranboo staying would’ve made it worse #tubbo needs time to grieve alone #not everyone copes the same. some people need to be left to their own devices before they can open up

[popacorn]

Manhunt (Technoblade x Fem! Reader)

You couldn’t focus, you had millions of thoughts flying around your head. Your gasps and pants could not be silenced, even with you covering your mouth with both hands- it wasn’t enough. You could hear his footsteps,

Dream..

-

It seemed innocent enough, a little game with a few friends, there were 2 runners and the rest were hunters. A little game we like to play called ‘Manhunt’. Dream and Technoblade chose to be the runners while the rest of us: Tommy, Wilbur, Ranboo, Tubbo, George, Sapnap, Bad, Quackity and me were the hunters. It was 8 vs 2, you would think that we could take them. But even with all those odds, the runners were the ones who had you all running for your lives in the end.

Unfortunately, you had been cornered by a certain green bitch; Dream was fucking taken. There was nowhere you could go, you were pressed against a tree trying to hide from the man. There was no other signal from the others, you feared the worst.

You could hear his footsteps coming closer and his annoying laugh getting louder.

“Oh y/nnn, just accept defeat! You're dead!” He laughed.

Your eyes welled with tears, he was right. This is the end.

Then-

“Dream! Come over here! I need you!” You heard Techno call out.

The footsteps stopped, turned, and disappeared faster than you realized.

You stayed in your spot for one more moment to see if he really was gone.

He was!

You let out a cry of relief, as tears flooded out of your eyes.

You're alive!

You can still win!!

Everything was blurry as you stared to the ground in shock. You saw movement to your left, unsure of what you wiped your tears away with your hands to get a clearer view of the image.

As soon as you put your hands over your eyes a hand captures your mouth and holds your hands over your eyes.

You were trapped again! This is where you die! You’re done, dead!

“MMH!”

You frantically swing your body side to side trying to get him off of you. Trying to yell and get help if there is someone still out there that would be willing to help you.

“I suggest you shut up or else Dream will find you.” A deep monotonous voice said.

You completely stop your movement and do a double-take. This wasn’t Dream- it was Technoblade!! Technoblade had caught you!

He started to push you forward, you were still blindfolded by your hands so you had no sense of direction. You listen for any sudden changes, It didn’t sound like grass sloshing underneath your feet anymore, the ground was hard and rough. Perhaps a cave? That would explain the cold atmosphere.

Techno then suddenly let go. But told you to keep your eyes closed. You listen again, it seems that he has blocked off the entrance.

“You can open your eyes now.” He mutters.

You peel your hands away from your eyes to see the tall pinkett with a torch. He is looking down at a compass, the compass is slowly moving around.

“He’s definitely looking..” Techno mentions,

“Are you going to kill me?!” You take a step back.

he finally looks away from the compass to make eye contact with you. You notice the blood and fresh cuts on his skin.

“Holy shit, who did that to you?” You ask, taking a few steps forward to inspect the wounds.

“Sapnap.” He shrugs, “I’ve had worse happen though.” He laughs.

You walk up to him and hesitantly place a hand over his cheek. He instantly leans into the touch.

“Are they all…” you trailed off.

He looked away to anything other than your eyes. You felt hot tears start to spill. You let go and turn around so your back is facing him. You couldn’t let him see you so weak, who knows what he’ll do with your guard down. You fail to notice the light footsteps that made their way to you, you then felt strong arms wrap around your waist.

“You know, if I was going to kill you, I would’ve done it already.” He mentions

You stood in place, your fucking enemy was hugging you! What the hell do you do in that situation??

“Why haven’t you killed me yet? You could win right now if you just kill me, you do know that right?” You ask as you turn around to tuck your head into his chest and hug back.

“ Do you want me to kill you?” he questions.

You don’t say anything, you only stare at him, he stares back. You could feel your heart beating faster and faster. Techno grabs ahold of your chin and pulls you straight into his lips, connecting them both. You kiss him back desperately, wrapping your arms around his neck. He walks you towards a cave wall and pushes you into it, the wall was sharp and cold against your hot body.

“If you want to do this then we need to make it fast, who knows when he will find you.” He groaned as he grabbed your ass.

You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his torso, still kissing him. You peel off your shirt as he starts to unbuckle his belt on his pants, you can feel his erection through his pants.

God you just wanted to see it, no- you needed to see it now.

He had only his boxers on now while he worked on taking your clothes off too. You whined as you left marks on his neck, you were getting impatient.

“Behave” he warned you, but you didn’t stop.

He growled and smacked your ass, you decided to finally stop. He lined up with your entrance and pushed right in, not even preparing you first, he said we ’didn’t have time’ so you had to just take the pain. (And it hurt pretty bad because of how big he was…)

Thankfully he did wait until you were comfortable enough to start moving back and forth. Gliding in between your oh so delicious tight walls, you could not keep yourself quiet. It was too good.

“Shut the fuck up, do you want Dream to see how much of a slut you are?” He questioned as he put his hand over your mouth.

Even with that you were still loud, techno knew he didn’t have a lot of time. He rammed harder and harder (but still keeping a good pace). He knew you were close, and so was he. As a final last effort he rubs your clit and that’s all it took, you both finally came.

Holy shit, you just had sex with your enemy…

LMAO I’M SO SORRY!! THIS IS NOT THAT GOOD!!

#Technoblade #technoblade x reader #techno x reader #technoblade smut

[dodo-begone]

Beware the Beast

Pairing: Yandere!Philza x Reader

Request: Maybe some yandere!philza headcanons? You don’t have to!

Word Count: 2k

Warning: yandere, swearing, talk about kidnapping, depression (kinda detailed on that aspect)

A/n: I accidentally turned this into a story- i really need to stop doing that. But I just couldn't resist! Also sorry if Phil is OOC. And this isn't proofread. We die like men here. Can be perceived as platonic or romantic.

This man has lived many years, lost so many loved ones. He’s getting tired of this cycle. It’s truly exhausting. You start to care about the world less. After a while, you start to see too many similarities in things, making it hard to look at. So he starts to close his heart to others. It’s just easier that way, for both parties. Saves him from the heartbreak and them from… well, him. He also stops caring for himself. After all, he’s literally immortal. Nothing can kill this man, so neglecting some self care routines every once in a while wouldn’t hurt…

But this becomes such a bad habit of his. He barely cares for himself after a while. It’s hard to find the energy when it isn’t going to matter in the end. Nothing matters anyways. Every action will always prove fruitless in the end. So what’s the point in doing something so... small if it takes this much energy? If a past version of himself saw Phil now, they’d be disgusted. Telling him to just get up and care for himself. Come on, you’re immortal. Nothing can kill you. Just do this.

He’s a mess when you two meet. His platinum-blonde hair was mostly neat, a little shaggy. It was obvious that he just got himself cleaned up a bit. One can only do so much about deep eyebags, dull hair, and lifeless eyes on such short notice.

You were introduced to him through Ghostbur. Phil was overjoyed that Ghostbur was making more friends. Though much less pleased when Ghostbur insisted that he’d bring his new friend over to meet Phil. Oh come on Phil, you’d just love them. They’re so nice! What tortured Philza more than his first interaction with you? His conversations with Ghostbur about you. He’d just prattle on about things you and him did, about how much fun you two had and how nice you were. Always nice.

And you were nice, an absolute sweetheart. But much too perky for Philza’s liking. You two had been chatting for quite a while when Ghostbur silently leaves you two together. Well, you’re chatting. Phil is just listening to you, hoping that you’d leave at any moment. Some topics were brought up; they were mostly some small icebreakers to get acquainted more.

When your past was brought up, you’d always paint this fucking picture-perfect past. So peaceful. God, the envy he had of you, of the peace you experienced in your life- He felt bad for it, honestly, he did. But he just wished he could’ve had even a fraction of the prosperity you spoke about. For someone living in the DSMP, you had a relatively easy and steady life. No war, no major or sudden loss or anything of that sort. A perfect life.

After that, you just kept coming back. Why? Why are you coming back? Are you here to taunt him for the life he lived? For the life he’ll never have? Is some god sending you as a punishment? A living example of everything he gave up, had to leave behind. That’s what he believed, anyways.

That was far from your intentions. You saw how he was in your first meeting; jumpy yet dissociating from reality. An oppressive, glum aura seemed to just emanate him. So downtrodden and dead inside, yet so obviously alive on the outside. It hurt to see him like that, as you went through something similar. You had no idea how long he’d been like that, but you decided that you’d help him in any way that you could.

You tried to make it a daily thing. Everyday you’d go to Phil’s house around midday to afternoon. You two would talk for a bit, but you’d couldn’t help sprinkling your questions in. Have you eaten yet, mr. Philza? Have you had water today, mr. Philza? Have you preened your feathers, mr. Philza? Have you bathed today, mr. Philza?

Your questions irked Phil. Everyday, without fail, you’d come and talk to him. It’d be small talk at first; what the weather was up to that day, some light politics, Tubbo’s new adopted son. Small. Yet you’d always bring up his self care. He was a fcking grown man. He could take care of himself. What’s worse? You’d pester him to care for himself in that instant if he even showed a small sign of negligence. And you’d stay the entire time, making sure he did everything. And then you’d always add “mr. Philza” on the end. It was a sign of respect, yet it upset him so much. But he couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was.

Though it was annoying, it got him in the habit of caring for himself. It was only to stop your pesting! That’s the reasoning. The only reason. It wasn’t because you’re congratulating and giving him treats when he remembered to care for himself. Or you petting his wings… Those were only bonuses! He swears!

It becomes more steady as time goes on; you go and visit Phil, you talk with Phil and see if he’s caring for himself, and if he was, you’d reveal a delicious treat from within your enderchest. You two would talk while munching on the food, having fun sharing what your pasts were like. Well, more like yours. Phil didn’t really talk about his.

But he still seems so cold, disinterested. Even with how long you’ve been going over for. Like he’s only listening to what you’re telling him. If he’s even listening. And seeing how he interacted with others like Techno and Ranboo, it really disheartened you. He was so much more lively with them, more natural. Loud laughing and silly little antics. It only took a few small, insignificant depression episodes for your self doubt to finally debilitate you. Though it only really affected your contact with Phil; he was a big insecurity of yours.

So you start to distance yourself. You were hurting and saw yourself as a bother to Philza. It would’ve been better if you just didn’t try to talk to him anymore. He’d be so much happier without you bugging him all the time. All of this sudden, open time gives you much more empty hours. There was nothing to do. So you did what you could; you went out to make or strengthen friendships. It was so nice. You never realized how everyone on the smp was so nice. Maybe they weren’t as bad as Phil was making them all out to be…

Philza was upset the first day you weren’t there. You were such a steady element of his day. You were like the very air he breathed; it was extremely hard to live without you. He never noticed before how much he needed you. Yes, he knew that he really enjoyed you, saw that you were a pillar, a constant in his life. He came to enjoy your visits, but hadn’t realized how dependent he became because of them. It was day three when Phil started to worry about you. Why hadn’t you come to talk with him, like usual? He’s taking care of himself, just for you, just like you kept insisting he do. And he made you some cake.

He knew he was acting odd, lovesick even. His love for you was toxic, extremely so. It wasn’t healthy, yet he couldn’t care less anymore. You were like his nicotine to a smoker; he couldn't live without you being in his life. His everyday life. So after some debating, he finally went out to look for you.

Traversing the nether wasn’t too bad, but still a tedious walk. He was stuck in his mind the entire trip there, wondering where you could be and what you could be doing. Maybe you got caught up in making something. A redstone project? That’d be pretty cool. Or maybe moving? No, if you were, you’d have told him. But that didn’t stop him from speeding up just a wee bit. Just to make sure you were actually still on the smp.

His mind was racing, thinking of any possibility of what you were doing. And his mind eventually hit something that absolutely terrified him; you could be sick, injured, or dying. It felt like the world just fucking stopped. This was a sudden loss of contact and you still hadn’t come to talk with him. So that… that means there’s a high probability of you being in danger.

He ran the rest of the way to the main part of the smp. When he came out of the portal, he frantically looked around for any sign of you. For your house. Then it hit him; he had no idea where you lived. You only mentioned it being cold where you lived, just like where he lived. So that most likely meant Snowchester. He started running toward the cold nation

On his way to Snowchester, he observed his surroundings. A little bit. He had to get to you, keep his eye on the prize. And he was glad that he looked around. There you were, on another part of the prime path.

He was overjoyed to see you, especially doing so well. Soon he came to a stop. Just floored by the fact you were there, in front of him. Frantically he tried to view you as best he could, looking for any sign of injury or illness.

Now he couldn’t come across as clingy or desperate. That wasn’t how you knew him. You know him as Philza; the kind but a mild social recluse. Not really going out to others unless he needed something or he was needed.

So he walked over to you, trying his best to look nonchalant. Like he wasn’t just desperately searching for you a moment ago. He called out to you and guess what happened? You started to walk away. He was stunned. Did you just ignore him? No, you must not have heard him. It was kinda windy out at the moment.

Logically he did the best option, following you. He had no clue where your destination could be. You were going to a different area of the smp than he had been. My how the smp changed since the destruction of L’manberg. He knew it changed, but it seemed so much bigger than what you described.

He didn’t exactly pay attention to where you were indirectly leading him. That was until a flash of movement caught his attention. Snapping out of it, he looked to see what could’ve been going on. Who could’ve been there. And what he saw before him was a terrible sight.

Quackity stood by your side, animatedly chatting with you. Phil was confused as to why you were talking to Quackity of all people. You two recently talked about how Quackity was problematic and arrogant. If you knew that, then why were you talking to him?

Awkwardly he watched you. Not within earshot, but where he could keep an eye on you and Quackity. And Quackity was looking at Phil too. His eyes spoke volumes; Quackity wasn’t pleased that Phil was there. Boy was that sentiment shared. It was tense between the two, yet you still seemed oblivious to what was going on.

Then Quackity said something, putting his hand on your shoulder and leading you somewhere else. But gave one last look at Phil, one that just spoke “fuck off”. Phil wished he could’ve told Quackity the same. To get him away for you.

Quackity’s action sparked a thought in him. A reason as to why you hadn’t come to talk to Phil; Quackity must’ve kidnapped you! Yes, that’s why you hadn’t come. It makes so much sense. Quackity knows you and most likely knows you talk to Phil.

With how easily you tell Phil of the people you’re talking to, he doubts that the behavior would just change. But that’s what must’ve gotten you in so much trouble; you were too trusting, too kind-hearted. You gave Quackity a chance and he was stealing you away, imprisoning you. You needn’t worry dear, he’ll rescue you from that foul man.

#tw: yandere #c: phil #dodo writing #mcyt x reader #philza x reader #dream smp x reader #yandere #yandere philza #yandere dream smp #dsmp shipping #tw: swearing #yandere x reader #yandere philza x reader #c: quackity #tw: depression #tw: mental health

[mono-dot-jpeg]

the antarctic idiots [pt.1] - c! technoblade

summary; in which two anarchist piglins adopt an ender boy.

genre; child! ranboo, piglin hybrid! reader, slight canon divergence from dream smp, fluff, found family au is my shit, reader is now ranboo’s parent i don’t make the rules, techno is a grumpy father but it’s okay you love him, realistic minecraft? (idk how to describe it-)

pairing; c! technoblade x reader, platonic! ranboo x reader

word count; 1.5k

a/n; fuck it, it is here now. here’s the techno x reader you fucking simps. i can’t even be mad bc i too am a simp for the anarchist pig that is technoblade. 

i hope this is somewhat up to par with everyone’s expectations since i hyped this up so much. this is one of the few writings that i actually like so- i couldn’t resist waiting so long to post it AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

next >

now you never really expected to find yourself on a side of history that was deemed "the villain's side", especially when the villain wasn't even that bad.

okay, that's a bit of a lie. this piglin man blew up an entire country to end government. plus he has evaded his taxes. i mean the list goes on but that's not the entire point here.

the point is, you found yourself actually being friends (even going as far as housemates) with the so-called evil anarchist.

now we might be moving too fast here, so let's move it back a little bit.

"so you want me to join pogtopia?" you looked up, shutting the book in your hand as you leaned back on your chair. "and what would i get in return exactly?"

"...our friendship won't die?" the voice of wilbur soot rings in your quiet home, unsure and nervous at your stern aura and words.

"why can't you just help us?!" tommy flared up, nearly throwing a fit if not for his older brother holding him back.

"just because i am your friend, does not mean i am interested in fighting for your conflicts." you place the book on the small side table, adjusting your gloves while you explain yourself to the two boys, "i'm not saying i'm a pacifist, but i'm not here to fight. i live far away for a reason. i told you this before."

"can i call in that favor then?" wilbur asked. "you still owe me one." you huffed at his words. you saw this coming.

"you're lucky i'm a nice person most of the time." you sighed, standing up and nearly towering over the two boys if not for wilbur being a bit taller than you. "i will get my stuff packed, and then we can get to your pogtopia. but while i do that, please explain the whole situation." since you lived so far away from society, you didn't know too much about what was happening unless wilbur told you about it and wilbur never really talked to you too often.

"well, you know how we had l'manburg.." and then he starts to explain how that completely backfired on them because they lost the election and now they lost their country. "and now we want to fight back for l'manburg." wilbur finishes explaining as you put your old netherite sword in its sheath that hung on your waist. "we just need your help. are you willing to train us?"

"it's not like i have much of a choice since you're cashing in that favor." you pointed out. "i better not be staying for too long."

"i can't make any promises about that." you sighed. "you ready?"

"unfortunately." it was time to leave your home and face violence once again.

"if it makes you feel any better, you're not the only person we've asked to help us." tommy says in an attempt to get you out of your bitter mood.

"that made me feel worse, tommy. i think you guys would've been fine without me if you have another person helping you other than tubbo." you slung your bag over your shoulder. "but if you really insist on getting the help of me, then who am i to judge?"

"since it seems like you're ready now, let's go to pogtopia!" tommy said, ignoring most of your words of complaints as he starts to drag you by the arm towards the dream smp. "it's quite the walk from here. why do you live so far from everyone? don't you get lonely? why didn't you join l'manburg with me and will?"

"slow down with the questions, tommy. first of all, i've told you and wilbur why i live far away, you did not listen though." you pressed a finger on his forehead, earning a huff of annoyance from the blonde. you moved your hand back to your side. "i simply do not like people. also why get pulled into conflict that you never were apart of to begin with? but that's pretty hypocritical of me to say now."

"i get that you're not fond of people, but aren't you lonely out here?" you three walked into the portal that would take you right into the nether. the sounds of bubbling lava and squealing pigmen was always an oddly comforting sound to hear.

"i'm perfectly content in my house. even if it's very far from others. i'm happy." you answered though your words sounded so... monotonous. tommy gave you a look, he definitely didn't believe you. "i know i don't sound happy but i am." before you knew it, you made it to the other nether portal which would actually take you to the manburg and pogtopia. oh how you didn't miss this place at all.

you never liked how manburg was ran even before shlatt was elected. you never really like government in general. it always seemed to be ruining everything. freedom never felt like freedom, at least that's what you thought especially when there was a goverment.

"welcome to pogtopia!" you were so deep in your own thoughts that you hadn't realized that you had made it to pogtopia.

"so where is your other helper? the first choice that wasn't me?" you asked.

"i think he might be here. he's been staying up for a long time. ever since he got in here." wilbur said. "technoblade? you here?" wilbur leads you to a potato farm and you soon feel a sense of familiarity as you enter the room.

"yeah." a low huff is heard, causing you and wilbur to turn your heads toward the source of the sound. "i'm here." what immediately catches your attention is the crown messily placed on his head as he farms. as a piglin, you've always been fond of gold, that adoration never left you once you went to the overworld. you never really wore a crown but you wore a gold pendant instead that was pinned to your cape.

"you have a really pretty crown." it takes you a minute to realize that those words came out of your mouth. "fuck, i didn't mean to say that out loud." you explained quickly to the male that was farming. "piglin things." you muttered.

"a very unexpected compliment. understandable." techno said. "wilbur, who is this again? have i met them?"

"well, you'd think you know each other since you're both piglins, but i guess the world is bigger than i thought. well, technoblade, meet y/n, y/n, meet technoblade."

"i call him the blade." tommy said smugly. "the blade! how's the potato planting doing?"

"it's doing fine. i didn't expect any company to come though."

"well, this is the person that we wanted to recruit for pogtopia."

"nice to meet you, even if the circumstances aren't the best. wilbur is lucky i owe him a favor." you said. "i sort of expected meeting you since tommy and wilbur mentioned you once they came to get me. i just never expected to see another piglin here in the overworld."

"never expected to see another piglin here either." techno hummed slightly.

maybe staying in pogtopia won't be too bad. at least you made a friend?

that was sort of a lie. you and techno never really talked after the encounter. it never worried you, you’re not one for conversation right now anyways. you had a mission to do and you’re gonna do it. you didn’t have time to make friends, at least that’s what you thought. friends seemed to be temporary in the smp, considering the wars that were and have happened.

you weren’t going to make another friend, knowing that you just might get pulled into their fights.

“why did you stop fighting once you left l’manburg?” wilbur’s voice rings in the small fighting pit that was made for training.

“i simply didn’t find the need to fight. it doesn’t mean i’m any weaker though. i will still fight for what i want to fight for.” and that’s gonna be really ending this whole government. you think to yourself, letting the nighttime ambience fill the air.

“you still have your lives...right?” you show him your wrist which had 3 hearts tattooed on it. 

“i’ve been living away from everyone, of course i won’t die that easily.” you let out an empty laugh. “bold of you to assume i would even die.”

“i know it’s ridiculous to even think that you would lose a life after you left l’manburg but what if dream were to chase you down and kill you?”

“i understand your worry, but need not to worry, i can handle myself. if i couldn’t you guys would never even assign me as cavalry captain those years ago.” you said, unbuttoning your gold pendant to place it on the stone cold floor along with your other accessories you had. “it’s not like dream can do too much to me. we made a deal after all.”

“a deal?” wilbur raised an eyebrow as he took off his jacket, tossing it on the ground.

“don’t be too concerned. i’m not like eret. i wouldn’t betray you.”

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[lonely-lost-soul]

Under The Floorboards (Pt. VIII)

(Technoblade x Reader) First Part: Pt. 1 Latest: Pt.VX

(Feel free to play this while listening to this chapter! Full credit to @Alexx-Kun on Wattpad for suggesting this gorgeous song)

https://youtu.be/kCV4JUqGr64

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Day 1: Forgiveness

Step one you needed to find a venue, you had assigned Ranboo as your honorary maid of honor. The young boy was just as thrilled as he was confused, did you not have any other friends? You were Technoblade’s perfect match if that was the case. Ranboo had no problem voicing that to you and you pouted at him, you argued that everyone who lived with Techno was antisocial. He reluctantly agreed and you smiled proudly, he rolled his eyes and shoved your shoulder with his hand. You laughed, glad you were sitting down, or else you would’ve for sure fallen. Technoblade and you had decided to split the jobs for the wedding between the both of you. You were in charge of the invitations and flowers, basically anything to do with decorating and interacting with other humans. Technoblade meanwhile was in charge of the venue and the official rings, it’s not that you didn’t trust him with more duties it was more that he didn’t trust himself. That and he also believed that you both could just get married in the woods. You at least wanted a small wedding with a few people you cared about, you rubbed your pointer finger and thumb together with a frown.

    “You alright?”

     “Just thinking about the invitations. Who will come...stuff like that.” Ranboo glanced over at the minuscule stack of letters by the table, it was clearly small, but Ranboo hand wrote them for you in swirl print. They better show up, Ranboo would be pissed if they didn’t, he put a lot of work into those invites.

    “They’ll come.” He nodded his head picking them up with his claws, one was for Tommy, another was for Ghostbur, and Ranboo also suggested an invite for Captain Puffy he figured the both of you would get along considering you both had a habit for adopting misfits. You also needed a female friend. “We can deliver them and search for flowers, then tomorrow we can search for a dress for you that sounds okay right?”

    “For someone with such a bad memory, you’re surprisingly good at planning,” You watched the boy preen at your compliment.

     “Thank you, I also figured we can use the stasis chamber so you only have to walk one way with your ankle.”

     “Smart boy.”

    “Why thank you,” Ranboo smiled proudly over at you reaching out his hand for you to take. You grabbed it and he pulled you to his feet, he kept his hand interlocked with yours, it was minuscule in comparison to the half enderman’s. “Ready?”

     “Ready.”

Slowly but surely the two of you made your way over to the nether portal and into the once-great country. Ranboo placed his hand on your lower back and helped guide you through the rubble of the city. He knew much better than you did where everyone resided, even if you didn’t meet them face to face you’d make a chest and drop it off. Ironically the first person you ran into was the woman Ranboo insisted you meet, Captain Puffy. She’s gorgeous, was your first thought, she was some form of a sheep hybrid dressed like a pirate, two of your favorite things, sorry Technoblade you might’ve met your new wife. You talked with her well into the afternoon, she was just so easy to talk to,

    “Can I just say I feel like I’ve known you forever,” She gushed, taking your hands within her own and squeezing fondly. “I’m so happy Ranboo has found someone to watch out for him,” Ranboo flushed in response but didn’t argue against Puffy’s words which warmed your heart.

     “I’m happy too. I just want to help these kids in whatever way I can,” You smiled a little forlornly thinking once again of the obnoxious blonde. “They just don’t deserve all the shit they have to deal with, they’re kids you know? They should be living their lives.”

    “Yeah keep talking like I’m not here,” Ranboo mused over your shoulder which caused you to laugh with a shake of your head, “no need to stop please continue.” Puffy smiled at the both of you,

     “She’s right though Ranboo. You should be out causing mischief or getting into trouble, not fighting in a never-ending war.”

    “Oof getting into trouble? No thank you, I just wanna tend to my pets and go on adventures with my friends.”

     “You’ll get to do that I promise. Once my ankles healed we’ll go woodland mansion hunting, I’ve been to a few in my time. They’re a lot of fun.”

     “Really?”

     “Yeah of course!” You beamed and Ranboo smiled right back at you, he brought his journal out of his bag and quickly scribbled something down in it. In the end, Puffy ended up accepting the invitation with a blinding smile,

     “You’re going to be a gorgeous bride. Could I bring my girlfriend Niki? You’ll love her!”

     “I don’t see why not. I can’t wait to meet her!” You assumed Technoblade wouldn’t mind one more person, especially because he’s never mentioned Niki which was a good thing in your eyes. Usually, if Technoblade talked about you, it was because he wasn’t a fan. You all said your goodbyes, you felt warm inside you couldn’t believe you were about to have TWO friends who are girls.

     “Soooooo?”

     “I love her.”

     “Told you so,” Ranboo smirked. He was proud of himself for forcing someone else to socialize so he didn’t have to. Ranboo was relieved that list of people to invite wasn’t long; considering Technoblade had more enemies than friends. The only thing that rubbed him the wrong way was he didn’t even know that you had invited Tommy in the first place.

So if Tommy did show up, your wedding might be a bloodbath.

You and Ranboo stood outside of Tommy’s house, he glanced down at you and watched your hands clench the envelope. He brought his hands over yours and rubbed them gently, you looked up at him with wide eyes.

     “Deep breath and relax okay? He’s Tommy so I won’t say he won’t flip out at you, but I can say you’re a wonderful friend, you’ll be fine.”

     “I can’t believe Mr. Panic Room is telling me to relax.” You let out a nervous laugh, he made an offended face.

     “Ya know what, never helping you again. You can walk home.”

     “Ranboo it was a joke!”

     “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you stuck your tongue out and headed up to Tommy’s door and knocked. You already knew Tommy might not even be home, the boy was a wanderer by nature. Yet, much to your surprise, the door opened with a loud BANG, and in the doorway stood Tommy looking better than you’ve seen him in all the time he spent with you and Technoblade.

     “Hi, Tommy.”

     “(Y/N)?” He blinked looking surprised before he steeled his face, “What’re you doing here wench!” Tommy pointed an accusatory finger at you and you raised an eyebrow,

Wench?

That wasn’t going to fly.

    “Try again.”

Tommy sputtered as you narrowed his eyes accusingly, his eyes trailed down to the netherite sword at your side. His entire demeanor changed when he spotted it at your side,

     “(Y/N)! My friend! Good to see you! How’ve you been? Good? Good!” The boy rambled wrapping an arm around your shoulder with a big smile, there’s the Tommy you remembered. “I’m sure you’re doing good fo’ sho’! Now what do, I owe this pleasure women!”

    “I wanted to invite you to Technoblade and I’s wedding,” Your voice was soft and hesitant, holding out the invitation out to him. The teenager blinked a few times before taking it from your hands, he flipped it over confusion was etched deep on his brow.

    “You’re getting married? To Technoblade? He’s going to have a wife and I’m not?”

You blinked a few times trying to process what Tommy said, was he more mad at the fact that Technoblade was getting married in the first place? “Well yeah, considering I’m his fiance and all…”

    “That motherfucker! He gets to have a wife! I want a wife! (Y/N) acquire me a wife!”

You let out howling laughter at his response, tossing your arms around the boy, he went silent and a confused look came across his face. His ears turned red as he looked over at Ranboo with a face that screamed help me, Ranboo simply looked away holding up a prominent middle finger at the boy. “Okay, okay! Enough hugs,” Tommy ranted shoving you away from him with a huff, “I don’t know what’s so funny about me needing a wife.”

    “You’ll find a wife eventually,” You couldn’t help but smile as he frowned down at you. “So? Can you make it?” Voice quiet as you looked up at him, the nervousness from before creeping back into your body, he chewed on his bottom lip while looking at you. Tommy wasn’t about to be soft while Ranboo was standing less than a foot away so he did the next best thing which was whacking you on top of the head.

    “I-well-...” Tommy rubbed the back of his neck looking nervous for the first time in his life, “I can’t.” He saw your face fall and he grabbed your shoulders tightly, “Not because I don’t want to! I… I guess you’re not TERRIBLE.” He admitted begrudgingly, “Tubbo and I...we have some unfinished business we need to deal with before things get any worse for people.”

     “I don’t know what you mean Tommy.” You suddenly grew very concerned, “You don’t have to hold the entire world on your shoulders.”

     “Yeah, I do,” Tommy responded with enough seriousness to shake you to your core, you didn’t know about his past with the discs fully, but you knew enough to know this situation was about that. “Just know I’m happy for you, seriously I am,” He gave you a sad smile.

    “Stay safe Tommy. Please don’t be stupid.”

     “I’m never stupid you BITCH!”

     “Call me a bitch again you BRAT!”

     “MAKE ME!”

You frowned, hitting him in the side so he would double over, while he gripped his stomach you pulled him into a headlock and began digging your knuckles into his skull. “Apologize!”

     “NEVER!”

Ranboo looked sheepish as he stared at the scene, his shoulders slumping forward. “(Y/N) we have a schedule-” Reluctantly you released Tommy and he stumbled back, he huffed dusting off his shirt. You smiled slightly over at the boy,

     “See you soon raccoon boy,” you gave him a proud salute.

     “Hasta La Vista Miss Blade,” Tommy responded, saluting you right back.

You turned away from the boy and headed back over to Ranboo’s side, “You ready?” You nodded in response with a little smile on your lips. “Good. Next, up is Ghostbur right? We need to find him.”

     “If we can locate Friend we can locate him.”

It took a while, but eventually, you and Ranboo found Ghostbur and Friend wandering around a forest nearby the crater. Immediately spotting you a bright smile spread across the ghost’s face, “(Y/N)!” He shouted, throwing his hand in the air with a wave, “How’re you doing darling!”

    “I’m good Ghostbur! Have you met Ranboo?”

     “Briefly. Nice to see you again!”

     “Ugh, ditto,” Ranboo responded with a shy smile shuffling a little behind you.

You smiled and pulled an envelope out from your bag, you held it out to him.

     “You and Friend good sir, are invited to Technoblade and I’s wedding.” He gasped loudly, eyes lighting up with pure and utter joy,

     “Technoblade getting married! Oh my god, that’s phenomenal! You’re going to make the most beautiful bride,” he praised excitedly as your face turned red at the compliments, “Gosh, you two are so lovely together, I wouldn’t miss this for the world! Do you have a dress? You have to show me!”

You rubbed the back of your head, rocking on your heels, “Well...about that.”

     “Do not tell me you don’t have a DRESS?” He practically yelled crossing his arms, “I’m disappointed in you!”

      “It’s in two days Ghostbur! I had no time! I’ll make do with something. I’m sure I have an old dress somewhere-”

     “UNACCEPTABLE!” He grabbed at your hands, “I’m getting you a dress. I’ll meet you at Technoblade’s tomorrow, just hold on!” Ghostbur ran his hand through Friend’s wool with a smile, “You’re going to be one of the most gorgeous brides, only second to Sally.”

     “Well I’m honored, I’ll see you then.” You smiled adoringly at the little ghost as he floated off his sheep buddy by his side.

    “Do you think he’s getting you a dress?”

     “I have no idea,” You responded with a shrug, “It’s sweet he’s willing to put in the effort though.”

      “Or creepy.”

     “It’s sweet you jerk,” You nudged him with your arm Ranboo smiled,

    “I’m just glad it’s off our to-do list for tomorrow.”

     “True that means you can sleep in,” You teased as his multicolored eyes lit up,

    “Hell yeah.”

~~~

Day 2: Ghostbur’s Gift

You woke up to sleepy kisses and tender touches, one of the loveliest ways to wake up if you might add.

    “Morning big guy,” You cooed fondly as he made a soft purr-like sound in his throat. You turned over to face him and he immediately pressed a kiss to your lips. The voices couldn’t help but point out how cute you looked in the morning.

    “Helloooo...How’s your ankle?” He asked his thumb brushing against your cheek, closing your eyes you let out a soft,

    “Much better.”

    “Good, I heard from Ranboo Ghostbur’s supposedly stopping by today. Any particular reason?”

     “He says he has a dress I can wear for tomorrow.”

    “How does he have a dress exactly?”

    “No idea, but I’m going with it.”

     “If you’re sure. Just don’t look bad.” You frowned and bonked him on the side of his head, “it was a joke!”

     “It better be a joke or I’m leaving your ass. I look good in everything so fuck off.” You hissed as Technoblade groaned,

     “Heard you loud and clear Princess. Scouts honor, you’re the most beautiful girl to me you know that.”

    “I do. Just don’t joke around like that, makes me feel bad okay?”

He frowned a little and moved to hover over you, his hair framed his face and fell past his shoulders. It tickled your cheeks and you ran your hands through it meeting anything but his eyes suddenly feeling very self-conscious. Technoblade kissed the tip of your nose,

     “Hey, Princess look at me.”

Turning your head towards his voice, the two of you locked eyes, a sense of calm washed over you, the only thing in his eyes was pure, unadulterated love.

     “You’re the most beautiful girl in the world to me. No matter what I’m always going to think that you are, you could grow a third eye and I’d still want to marry you tomorrow. I’m sorry I made you feel bad, it was a joke but I won’t make it again. I swear.” You felt your eyes water as you tossed your arms around his neck, the sudden movement caused him to fall forward crushing you beneath him.

    “I love you too bubba. Thank you for listening to me.”

     “That’s part of my job idiot.”

You smiled against his neck and held him tighter, Technoblade reciprocated the hug and decided the both of you could stay in bed just a little while longer. The two of you shared soft kisses, every once in a while Technoblade would reinforce how precious you were to him, eventually, it all got to be too much and you shoved your hands in his face.

     “Enough is enough! I’m embarrassed now.” Technoblade laughed at your flustered expression and pressed a fond kiss to your lips, obviously you kissed him back, your fingers threading through his hair.

      “Princess…” He let out a pleased sound in the back of his throat, “you’re making it hard to get out of bed. I still have some stuff set up for tomorrow and you gotta look out for Wilbur.”

     “Or hear me out. You can stay in bed with me all day, and keep giving me kisses,” You pressed your lips to his own before whispering in his ear, “Anywhere you’d like.” You nipped teasingly at his earlobe and suddenly felt the heat radiating off his face. As you expected his face was a deep red color and you felt his head fall against your shoulder,

    “You’re going to kill me.” You only laughed in response, finally pulling away from him you swung your feet over the side of the bed, “you can’t just say that and walk away.” He whined loudly with a little pout on his lips, “Especially since I won’t see you until the wedding.”

     “Suck it up buttercup,” You stuck your tongue out at the man “I’ll just be at Ranboo’s if something goes wrong I’ll be within reach.” He reached his hand up and threaded his fingers through your hair, you sighed pleasantly at the physical touch, “I love you.”

      “Love you too, see you tomorrow.” You gave him one last fleeting kiss before standing up leaving the warmth of the covers and your half-naked fiance behind much to your dismay. You tossed one of Technoblade’s old shirts over your head, it came down past your knees and Technoblade let out a happy sigh from behind you. You let out a little laugh, looking at him over your shoulder his eyes were half-lidded as he stared at your now bare legs. “Hold on don’t change just yet I wanna stare a little bit longer.”

     “Perv.” You snickered ignoring his wishes and sliding on a pair of pants, afterward, you tied a corset around your waist. He responded with a ‘heh?’ of disagreement before he groaned loudly and flopped over in the bed, “see you soon Bubbas.” You leaned over and pecked his forehead before sliding down the ladder and out of the house. Ironically your timing was perfect as you greeted Ranboo right outside Technoblades cabin, “Good morning!”

     “Morning, you and Techno sleep okay?” You nodded with a bright smile, “Good Wilbur should be stopping by any minute now by the way. He sent me a note earlier this morning that said he’d be around this time.”

     “Works for me, wanna wait by your house?”

     “You just wanna pet my bunny,” You smirked and laughed,

     “Can you blame me?”

     “I suppose not. Whatever makes you happy.” Ranboo sighed but there wasn’t any real defeat in his tone, “Let’s go.” Ranboo and you walked a little ways away to his humble little shack so you could play with Ranbun. You were set up in Ranbun’s pen holding him in your arms and cooing softly at him, Ranboo joined you after a few moments of jealous staring. The two of you spent the next hour playing with his bunny and feeding him lots of treats, he was one happy bunny. Ranboo was the first person to see Ghostbur coming through the trees, a large box in hand, had he actually managed to get you a dress?

     “(Y/N)! Ranboo!” Ghostbur shouted excitedly floating over to the both of you, “I managed to find the dress I promised you! So long as it fits of course.” Your jaw fell open as you stumbled out of Ranbun’s pen,

     “How the hell did you manage to find me a wedding dress?”

     “Oh! It was Sally’s.” A fond smile spread across the ghost’s face, both you and Ranboo looked at one another brows furrowed. Ranboo put a hand to the side of his face and whispered loudly to you,

     “I thought Sally was a fish.”

You whispered back in the exact same manner,

    “Me too, but at this point, I’m too afraid to ask for clarification.”

Ranboo nodded seriously and stood back up to his full height, you stepped forward and took the box from the hands of the ghost he stared at it longingly like he was afraid to let it go. You chewed on the inside of your cheek for a moment before speaking up,

     “Are you sure?” Your voice was barely above a whisper but it was still as tender as ever, the ghost of Wilbur snapped his eyes up to meet yours. He seemed to be reading the expression in your eyes before smiling almost fondly, handing the box over to you officially. He pulled out a small patch of blue and fumbled it around in his hands, like a nervous tic,

    “I’m positive love. I trust you to take good care of it and Sally would want you to have it, she was wonderful like that. Just please take good care of it.”

    “I’ll protect it with my life. I promise you.”

     “I know you will, you’re going to be a beautiful bride, my dear.” He somehow took your hands and pressed a faint kiss to them, “Go on then try it on.” Your eyes sparkled in delight and he turned to Ranboo,

     “Well go on, we’ll still be here to judge you immensely.”

    “Oh fuck off.” You laughed heading into his shack to change, you managed to find an area not completely out in the open. The only nerve-wracking thing was you didn’t have a mirror so you had to pray you looked alright and that Raboo and Ghostbur wouldn’t lie to you. You opened the box and pulled the dress out, Sally really knew how to pick a damn good dress; the dress was stunning, you definitely wouldn’t do it justice. The dress fell past your feet and pooled a little ways behind you, it was more of an off-white creme color, and was made of soft lace. It was sleeveless so the winter wind gave you a chill, you hoped Technoblade picked a place that wasn’t freezing cold. You took a breath to hype yourself up and stepped out of the shack, the dress trailing behind you, you had left the veil in the box figuring you didn’t need it right now. The first person to spot you was Ghostbur, who gasped loudly bringing his hands up to his face after spotting you. You shrunk in on yourself a little bit and your cheeks turned a light pink in response, “That’s a good expression I hope.” You meekly laughed as Ranboo turned around and let out a shaky break of surprise. He reached forward with his claws to touch the soft fabric,

     “It’s perfect! Fits like a glove.” Wilbur hummed happily floating around you, “I was right by the way, you look beautiful. Techno’s going to pass out.”

    “Shut up I can’t look that good.”

    “You do though!” Ranboo shouted excitedly, “It suits you perfectly not that I had any doubts or anything.” He jumped a little on the balls of his feet, he pulled out his memory book quickly scribbling something down inside it, as he did so he muttered “I’m the best honorary maid of honor ever.”

     “You definitely are.” You praised the halfling who only seemed to grow more excited at the praise, Ghostbur cleared his throat, was he looking for a compliment too? “Ghostbur you’re a lifesaver, if it wasn’t for you I’d be walking down the aisle in Netherite. Thank you.” Ghostbur seemed to preen a little as he smiled proudly,

    “I know. I’m pretty great aren’t I? I basically saved the day.”

    “You certainly are.”

    “Oh! Just return the dress the next time I see you after the wedding okay?”

     “I will have no fear, it’s in safe hands.” The ghost nodded, “I can’t wait to see it in action tomorrow.”

     “Me too,” you sighed lovingly, doing a little twirl in the dress you could only imagine the look that would appear on Technoblade’s face when he saw you.

You hoped the voices would approve because Technoblade was absolutely going to short circuit and go feral, you could hardly wait.

Day 3: The Wedding Day

The night before the wedding Technoblade couldn’t sleep his body was buzzing with nerves, which was a foreign feeling to him. He was worried about you not sleeping by his side, this was the first time since you’ve officially gotten together that you weren’t there. He didn’t realize how much he missed your presence and warmth, he pulled the pillow you usually used close to his chest. He felt like a love-struck teenager cuddling the pillow of his missing girlfriend because that’s basically what he was, except instead of a girlfriend it was his fiance. The voices didn’t help his longing either; they were roaring in his head asking where you were and when you would come back.

Where’s (Y/N)? I miss her! Can Ranboo protect her if something goes wrong? What if Dream gets ahold of her in the meantime and you’re up here sleeping? I wanna squeeze her thighs again right now. E. That’s disgusting, stop, don’t sexualize her like that. B U T T. Can I get a big pog for butts? Thighs for the thigh god.

His entire face went a deep scarlet, “What does that even mean guys.” Technoblade let out a loud groan of embarrassment, some of the voices laughed, some others rumbled with anger. “I just want her by my side is all, I miss her. I miss her touch...I don’t know when I became such a sap. I hate that I care about her this much, but god without her I’d be lost.”

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     “You shits.”

The morning rolled around and Technoblade woke up as soon as the sun shone through the windows. He fell asleep around three in the morning, tired as shit, bees buzzing around in his stomach.

Today’s the day! Gotta get ready as soon as possible, you’re gonna look so handsome! I bet (Y/N)’s gonna be equally as beautiful! Don’t fuck it up. Celebratory murder spree pog? She’ll think you’re so hot covered in blood. No! E. Normalcy is key!

He shook his head to get rid of the nagging voices rattling around in his head, he knew what he had to do, and listening to the voices wasn’t one of them. Phil was going to come soon and Technoblade had to look presentable so they could head to the venue and Phil could set up some last-minute decorations. Techno would say he felt bad making Phil do most of the work, but he honestly didn’t, especially since he was so inept at romance in the first place. Never one to wear a suit Technoblade decided his best outfit would be his arctic retirement one, a suit would be too constricting. After all, what if it was attacked and he needed to jump into action, Phil had told him that he was absolutely not allowed to bring weapons which he was not happy about at all. Although the man did reassure him that he would be armed and have an extra weapon just in case something was to occur, he guessed that was FINE. With a soft huff, the man stood up from his bed and pulled out his outfit, the soft blue made him yearn for the days before they found Tommy living under the house. In a way wearing this symbolized a time in their relationship before he was forced into bloodshed once again, plus he knew you loved the fuzzier outfit.

Putting on everything, he brought the fur cape around his shoulders, his crown glittering on his head in the light. He looked regal, he would say he looked like a king but he hated all forms of government so he just looked like his usual badass self. In his closet sat his wedding gift to you, it was a gold tiara that matched his crown in his own way finally solidifying the both of you as a blood god duo.

Turning away from the tiara he grabbed a hairbrush to tame his wild hair, he wanted to do something different with it. It spilled around his back and down to his waist, he managed to tame the frizz with some product that he ‘borrowed’ from you. In the end, he had two small braids framing his face, he grabbed both of them and pinned them together on the back of his head. A half-up half-down look almost made him look like a Viking, he liked it. Technoblade placed gold earrings along with his ears and added some gold accents on his wrists and fingers, none overshading his engagement ring.

His ears twitched hearing the door open downstairs, Phil was here, it was time.

     “Hellooo!” Technoblade called from upstairs and Phil responded with a cheerful,

    “Hey mate!”

As Technoblade descended the ladder, Phil smiled fondly at his old friend, he immediately adjusted the cape on his shoulders. Technoblade huffed a small laugh, “Was that really necessary?”

     “Obviously. I’m the married one, I know what I’m doing.” He shot back snickering, “You ready to go?”

     “As I’ll ever be I suppose.”

    “I’m proud of you man,” Phil responded with a fatherly smile “You’re never going to forget today. It’ll be the best of your life.”

    “Ehhhh I don’t know about that. Spawning those Withers and blowing up a country really gave me a rush.”

     “Oh fuck off,” Phil howled with laughter while shoving the snickering piglin. “This’ll be an entirely new feeling, I would know.” His wings puffed out happily remembering his marriage fondly,

     “Didn’t you marry a fridge?”

    “You’re literally the worst.”

Technoblade smirked just happy he steered the conversation away from any of that mushy crap. He was going to get enough of that as it is in a few hours, oh look at that the bees are back. Phil gave him a pat on the back and the two of them left the house side by side. The spot Technoblade picked out for the wedding was one both of you would like, a snowy taiga, it was warm enough that you wouldn’t freeze to death but still had the beautiful powdery snow that Tecnhoblade loved. Phil had done an amazing job of setting everything up, on the arch, there were beautiful blue flowers interspersed with white roses (both of which you picked out prior), they stood out beautifully against the wooden trellises. There was a carved stone pathway leading the way up to the arch and a few wooden benches decorated with light blue silk so whomever (Y/N) invited could sit down. He knew most of them would only be there for her, he was okay with that, all he needed was Phil and Ranboo and he was content. Next to each booth was a stone pillar, on top of them sat a bouquet of white and blue roses.

     “You really outdid yourself, thank you.” Technoblade whistled,

     “You know I’d do anything for you mate. Glad I could provide, I do have one last little decoration though.” Phil mused reaching into his bag he pulled out a small gold bell similar to the one he had inside his house. He placed the bell above the arch so it would chime softly when the wind blew against its side. Technoblade smiled fondly at the sight and wrapped his arm around Phil’s shoulder.

     “I love it. (Y/N)’s gonna love it too.”

     “Thanks, man.” Phil said softly bumping against the blade, “Do you know who’s going to show up by the way?”

    “Absolutely no idea.”

     “Guess we’re gonna find out, look.” Technoblade stepped away from Phil and looked in the direction of his friend, cresting over the hill seemed to be two girls, Technoblade was immediately confused because he didn’t realize you had friends who were women. Phil let out a small laugh, “Oh it’s Niki and Puffy, Ranboo must’ve introduced (Y/N) to them.” Technoblade only nodded his lips twitching into a frown, new people...gross.

     “Hi, Phil! Technoblade!” Puffy chirped brightly, her hand intertwined with Niki’s tightly, “Congratulations to you Mr.” She lightly tapped Technoblade in the chest he blinked in surprise,

     “Thank you?”

     “I may have just met (Y/N), but just know if you do ANYTHING to hurt her at all I will slaughter you.”

     “Darling please…” Niki sheepishly smiled, “you realize you’re threatening Technoblade right? Not the best idea.”

    “It’s alright. I admire your gumption,” Technoblade gave the both of them a thumbs up in response, “I’m glad (Y/N) has someone else like that looking out for her. But, just so you know. The same to you.” He eyed the both of them with a sharp look in his eyes, Puffy let out a nervous laugh and Niki narrowed her eyes warily.

     “That’s fair.”

     “Anyway!” Phil cleared his throat, “let's not ruin this before it even starts.” He led the two girls over to their seats with a small smile, “(Y/N) will be super happy to see you both by the way. Thank you for coming.”

      “Of course, (Y/N) and I are soulmates after all.” Puffy swooned happily as Niki giggled fondly at her antics, “Technoblade better watch out. Niki and I will steal her heart.”

    “I’ll be sure to warn him,” He snickered, glancing over at his friend who was sniffing at the flowers in the pots. “If you need anything don’t hesitate to ask, Wilbur should be here soon then (Y/N) and Ranboo will come and it’ll start.”

    “Sounds good,” Niki hummed playing with the sleeves of her blue dress “I’m super excited to meet her.”

While Puffy reassured her that she would, Phil noticed his son floating over to the area. “Hello, Phil!” The ghost’s eyes lit up seeing all of them, “Oh wow everything is so beautiful!”

    “Thanks, Ghostbur.” Technoblade hummed walking over to Phil and the ghost,

     “I’m proud of you too Mr. Engaged!” He snickered as Technoblade’s nose scrunched up in distaste, “Who knew the big, scary Technoblade would settle down with a wife, maybe start a family eventually.”

     “I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear any of the cringy nonsense that just came out of your mouth; so I can enjoy today in peace.”

    "Boo! I’m just happy for you!” Ghostbur huffed in annoyance, “I was telling (Y/N) yesterday that marrying Sally was the best day of my life! I’m so making fun of you when you get all mushy.”

     “IF I get all mushy, which I won’t.”

    “Sure you won’t man,” Technoblade glared at his friends in frustration if this teasing was going to continue. He was kidnapping (Y/N) himself and getting married to her elsewhere.

     “I do love all the blue though!” The ghost of Wilbur swooned happily at all the flowers, “This just makes the entire day even better!-”

However he didn’t get to continue as Ranboo cleared his throat rather loudly, the enderboy looked dapper as always, a rose was pinned on his lapel, obviously from (Y/N).

     "Ready Techno?” Phil looked over at him, the pigman’s frustration and confidence fell from his face all at once. Even Ghostbur was shocked at the way Technoblade tensed up and fumbled with the soft fluff on his cape, “Techno?”

It’s time. Holy fuck! She’s going to be stunning, he’s going to be a husband! HE’S GOING TO BE A HUSBAND? Oh fuck.

     “Techno mate you alright?”

     "Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. Let's do this.” Technoblade took a deep breath walking over to the altar with Phil, Phil was obviously officiating the wedding. He didn’t want anyone else doing it, Ranboo smiled at the two of them as he walked down the aisle throwing little flower petals everywhere before standing on (Y/N)’s side of the altar. He gave him a happy little nod, Technoblade nodded back at him in a sign that he was happy to see him. Music began to flow through the air, Technoblade just knew Wilbur had managed to bring a jukebox, but he didn’t mind it was fitting.

He turned towards the rich sound and for once in his life the voices...stopped.

Technoblade could hear the music perfectly, he heard the chiming of the bell every time the wind blew, everything seemed clear and for all the sounds that were playing around him without the rancorous voices, it all seemed deadly quiet.

The true reason the voices stopped though was because he saw you.

Elegant. Magnificent. Royalty.

The words spun around in his head, because god you looked angelic as you walked towards him. He wished your face wasn’t obscured by a veil, he wanted to see you, to cup your cheeks and pull you into a desperate kiss. He wasn’t worthy to marry you, he was barely worthy to breathe the same air as someone so pure. Technoblade bit down on his tongue rather harshly, for once in his life he wished the voices would speak up so he wouldn’t feel so small in his head.

     “Hi.”

Your silvery voice snapped him out of his thoughts, he drew in a shaky breath and looked at you.

     “Hi,” His voice cracked a little and he flushed all the way up to the tips of his ears. He reached out to squeeze your hands tightly, he felt you squeeze back and he knew that everything was okay. Fuck, he was tearing up a little and he hasn’t even seen your face yet, fuck...Ghostbur was right. He was a mushy gross mess, you giggled a little at his flustered expression.

     “You look handsome,” You whispered softly tilting your head to the side.

     “You’re Aphrodite herself.”

    “Take it back. Take it back right now.” The teasing tone your voice took made him relax considerably, you were still you. His lovely almost wife who’d he got to spend the rest of his life with, it was perfect, you were perfect.

    “You know I do, even if it kills me to retract the statement.” His hand reached forward and gently pushed the veil back over your head.

Fuck.

It took all his strength not to kiss you senseless. Phil cleared his throat and smiled at the small crowd of people who came to the wedding, Puffy seemed to already be emotional, Niki rubbing her back with gentle circles. The both of you barely paid any attention to the introductions and the little details too engrossed in one another to truly listen to anyone that wasn’t each other. They both snapped to attention when Phil spoke their names with a tender smile and their wedding rings were in his hands.

     “Your wedding rings are the outward and visible sign of the inward and invisible bond which already unites you two hearts in love. Groom, place the ring on Bride’s finger and repeat after me….I give you this ring…”

     “I give you this ring.” Technoblade swallowed thickly listening carefully to Phil’s words as you smiled adoringly, the pink spreading across your cheeks was adorable. He shakily slid the diamond ring on your finger,

    “Wear it with love and joy.”

     “Wear it with love and joy.”

     “As this ring has no end, My love is also forever.”

    “As this ring has no end, My love is also forever.”

    “Good job man.” He winked teasingly at Technoblade breaking character to complement his friend, “Bride, place the ring on Groom’s finger and repeat after me….I give you this ring.”

     “I give you this ring.”

     “Wear it with love and joy.”

     “Wear it with love and joy.”

     “As this ring has no end, my love is also forever.”

     “As this ring has no end, my love is also forever.” You breathed softly staring into Technoblade’s eyes and right into his soul. No doubts, only love. Phil continued on,

     “May the wedding rings you exchanged today to remind you always that you are surrounded by enduring love and so now by the power vested in me by...me, it is my honor and delight to declare you husband and wife. You may seal this declaration with a kiss.” You didn’t need to be told twice as you threw your arms around Technoblade’s shoulders smothering him with a kiss. He let out a breathy laugh against them, before kissing you back just as passionately. Technoblade’s hands rested on your lower back and he held you like you were a perfect porcelain doll. “I am pleased to present the newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs… ugh Blade! We’ll go with that.” The man laughed as you pulled away from Technoblade to join in his laughter, you pulled Phil into a hug and motioned for Ranboo to join in, both did so, although Ranboo’s was slightly reluctant.

     “Thank you both for everything. My sweet Borealis boys.” You cooed, Phil only laughed and Ranboo’s entire face flushed deeply at the nickname.

     “We love you obviously,” Phil hummed “You don’t need to thank us. Right Ranboo?”

     “Do I really have to say it?”

    “Yes.” Technoblade spoke gruffly, “If you don’t she might cry.”

     “Yeah, Ranboo don’t make me cry on my wedding day.”

     “Oh, Christ...Fine! I love you too…thank you for giving me a home. Caring for me...all of that. You don’t know how much that means to me.” Ranboo looked up at you and you immediately wrapped him in another tight hug, he let out a little whimper and buried his face in your hair.

     “You’ll always be welcome here Ranboo. We’ll always be your home so long as you’ll have us.”

     “Shit,” He laughed a little wetly pulling away from you, “I’ll have to write that down.”

    “You mean you’ll forget it? Rude.” It was Technoblade who chimed in this time and Ranboo flushed in embarrassment once again. He hunched in on himself before sputtering,

     “No, no, no not what I meant! What I mean is like-”

    “Ranboo you’re fine mate.” Phil snickered, reaching up to ruffle his hair, “loosen up a little.”

     “(Y/N)!” You turned towards the shouting of your new friends and your face lit up,

    “Puffy!” The two girls threw their arms around you in a warm hug, even though you didn’t know Niki yet you’re never one to turn down a hug.

Your final conclusion of the night: Niki was absolutely lovely and she and Puffy were relationship goals.

~~~

Candles were littered around the room as you and Technoblade swayed gently to soft music in your bedroom. The both of you were finally alone, and officially married, the first thing Technoblade wanted to do was have the first dance with you. It surprised you that a dance was that important to him, but you came to the conclusion that he just wanted to hold you as close as possible. “I have a gift for you,” Technoblade spoke up rather suddenly and you frowned,

     “We said no gifts.”

     “When have I EVER listened to authority Princess?”

     “Touche,” You snapped your fingers in his direction and he snickered. He pulled away from you and you flopped down on the bed, you watched him walk over to the closet and pull out a medium-sized velvet box. “Bubs what the hell…” You murdered as he placed it into your arms, “please tell me you didn’t go too crazy.”

    “I didn’t. I made it by hand,” Technoblade urged you to open it. You did so pulling off the top, jaw-dropping onto the floor. He knew that reaction was positive and pride swelled in his heart, he knew his girl well. He watched as you lifted the golden tiara out of the box, it was littered with gems that matched his crown, your thumb brushed against them in awe.

     “You made this?”

     “Just for you Princess. Thought you needed something to fit your name.”

     “I’m so in love with you.”

     “Good thing you're my wife then,” he felt his stomach swoop happily and by the way you gently caressed the crown, he knew you felt the same about him. “Put it on Princess I wanna see how it looks on you.” Your face turned red as you did as he asked, his eyes grew half-lidded and he kneeled down in front of you, “Stunning.” He kissed the inside of your wrist, his voice turning gruff, “beautiful.” A kiss was placed on your forearm, “gorgeous,” On your shoulder, “My princess. My good girl.” Technoblade pressed a hot kiss to your neck, you leaned back your breath hitching in your throat.

     “Techno…” You whined softly, “I love you.”

      “Love you more.”

     “Love you most,” He purred, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

~~~

The dogs' rapid barking stirred you from your rest, Technoblade grumbled beside you as you sat up in bed letting the covers fall from your shoulders. The air nipped at your bare skin and you frowned, you couldn’t help but wonder what bothered the dogs so suddenly, “Go back to bed.” Technoblade demanded his hand caressing the small of your back, you leaned back against the warm touch but you couldn’t shake away your worry.

     “I’ll be back in two seconds.” You leaned down to kiss the top of his head, he only hummed in response. Big guy knew you could handle yourself just fine, n’ that’s why you loved him. You slipped on a robe and your slippers before making your way to the dogs, stepping inside you heard quite a few of them whining, they just seemed genuinely bothered. “What’s going on huh guys?” You cooed scratching them behind their ears, sensing your comforting presence they seemed to calm down considerably, “What’s got my fearsome guard puppies so spooked.”

      “That’d probably be me.”

You jumped halfway in the air, whipping around you came face to face with the hollow white mask that Dream commonly wore.

    “Fucking shit Dream what the hell?” You pressed your hand to your heart, your dogs growling lowly all around you. “You scared the shit out of me!”

    “My bad.” He smirked in a way that showed he wasn’t at all sorry, “I’m a little disappointed I didn’t get an invitation to the wedding.”

     “Would you have even shown up?” You raised an eyebrow as he stepped closer to you, Nightmare was at his hip making your bad vibe senses light up like a wildfire. He hummed thoughtfully rubbing his chin,

    “Probably not. But, I decided I’d drop by and give you my congratulations.” He was close enough that you could smell him, he smelled like burning wood and dirt; like a little pissbaby worm.

     “Well thank you,” You wrapped the robe tighter around your body like it suddenly dropped ten degrees. “You can go now-” You started before you were pressed up against the wall, his fearsome blade Nightmare at your throat. The dogs began to bark and howl at the man’s heels but they couldn’t do much without a direct command, but you hoped it would be enough to draw Technoblade out of the house.

     “Clearly Technoblade cares about you much more than I had originally calculated. It’s kind of pathetic if I’m being honest. Someone like you who's so small, so pathetic, could bring Technoblade, the fearsome blood god himself, down like that. Make him soft. We can’t exactly have that now, can we? We need him...How do I say this...a bit feral, unhinged.”

     “You realize you kill me, you can count on him hunting you down and slaughtering you right? I can’t say for sure the ‘favor’ is completely off the table but he’ll half-ass it that’s for sure.” You snarled right back in Dreams face, tempted to spit in it.

    “Oh, I’m not going to kill you, babe.” His voice dripped like honey, its sickly sweet tone made your stomach churn. “But we’re going to get really comfortable with one another, for the time being, you’re under my custody.”

     “What the fuck does that mean you freak-” He hit you on the back of the head with Nightmare, successfully knocking you out. That caused one of the dogs to absolutely lose it, jumping up and tearing off a piece of Dreams bright green hoodie. He snarled at the dog and jolted when he heard Technoblade call for (Y/N), it was close. He quickly messaged his accomplice and was teleported out of the situation, via his own stasis chamber, appearing back in his home base. He smiled wickedly under his mask, as Enderman noises could be heard behind him. He adjusted the girl in his grip, the next few days were going to be a lot of fun.

: )

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[astroninaaa]

chapter 4 of apologies from the intercom is out now

and i wanted to both advertise the fic again and make a lil thank you message for all the people that helped me with it because this was a hard chapter to write and i considered giving up on it many times so <3 here we go

okay so- apologies is a c!tubbo-centric fic and it’s mainly a character study on how c!tubbo’s trauma affects him and his relationships up until he has a breakdown. there are a lot of c!beeduo and c!cabinetduo bits because- beloveds, and then yeah! here are. some bits of the new chapter. it was my first time writing ranboo pov so it was HARD but i tried

Ranboo was sure no type of land, be it cursed, holy, salted, loved, or blown up, would be able to ever stop the president’s hands. When he closed his eyes, months later, he could still see the rough fingers full of splinters, the chipped nails, the steady movements as he placed block after block, fixed broken structure after broken structure, built building after building from the ground up. Never in his life had he been met with such motivation, such certainty, such love for ruined earth, he was sure of it — if he had, he wouldn’t have been able to forget it.

So the minutes man watched carefully as the president’s hands worked, putting up walls that his citizens relearned to call home, dirt under his short fingernails and messy to-do lists written down his arms. The scars looked like stars painted over careful canvas, an explosion of color underneath bruised skin and loving smiles.

and

The words got caught in his throat. Once again, Ranboo waited. Wilbur breathed in and out slowly, calming himself down.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think it’d feel— like this to talk about.”

Ranboo didn’t answer. Wilbur breathed in and out slowly one more time.

“The second rocket would’ve hit him square in the chest, too, but he put up his hands to try and protect himself. The damage to his right side was worse because his hands covered mostly his left. He died anyway. The blood stayed. So much blood, Ranboo. It— it dripped down the podium. Days after, I’d close my eyes and I’d just see the blood dripping down the podium.”

and

The mansion had been entirely designed to keep heat in and aggressive mobs out, warm rooms and safe staircases making up what had been built to be the perfect home. Michael’s toys were spread around the different bits of the house, child-proof railings and covers and everything of the sort protected every corner, and messily-taken, heart-warming pictures hung on the many walls. Furthermore, every hallway was adorned by different flowers, and Ranboo’s favorite ones stood on the first floor by Tubbo’s office, an intricate vase filled with pink tulips and alliums that brightened the entire area around them. It was a tiny detail, their respective favorite flowers intertwining and interlacing with one another, but it still made the enderman’s hands tremble with delicate contentment. It was always the little things, between the two of them.

:] please read??? please read??? i did my best

now onto the appreciation bit for all the help let’s GO under the cut tho

shoutout to:

@zrenia for beta-reading it oh my god thank you SO MUCH you helped so so so much i can’t thank you enough istg

@michaels-two-dads bro i can’t even START log if it wasn’t for you i don’t think i would’ve finished writing this dksjfsbjf just. the support and your excitement were really big motivators and it was great thank you so so so much i really appreciate you so much + getting closer to you has been really nice :]] i love you thank you

@aistandardcherry CHERRY MY BELOVED. CHERRY MY BELOVED. I LOVE YOU!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!! thank you for keeping up with my bullshit through it all. and for telling me to shut the fuck up when i started to get self-deprecating. you mean so much to me thank you :]

@catastrofhe for just. everything. you liveblogging my writing on discord dms was the highlight of my night last night istg- LMAOOO just. yeah thank you so much. for everything. i love you ig

cadence anon for the excitement and all. love you :]

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST @doodlebloo who accepted reading the first 3 chapters of apologies when i haven’t even started writing the fourth one and told me it was worth to keep writing it. that was. very lovely of you back then. thank you :]

and quick shoutout to all the people who commented and left nice tags on my first post advertising apologies, specially @manlet-rights-activist, @tubboblr, and @caampalyse. you guys might think your lil comments didn’t matter much but they meant the world to me while i was having a crisis thinking my writing sucked so!!!!!!! JKDSNFKJSDN just. thank you very much :] ye

please read this bullshit chapter i rage-wrote it in the span of a week after procrastinating and writing and deleting for two months i was gonna give up on writing forever and blame writing ranboo pov for it this was STRESSFUL OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

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[cyncerity]

Moth au pt 4!!

Sorry this took forever lmao

I kinda forgot about it for a bit there. End of the school year kinda messed with my head.

Tw: moths (do I even have to say that at this point), and swearing

The moths facial features and expression, they reminded him so much of...they... it looked just like...

“What the hell?”

Tommy heard Tubbo speak, but was in to much shock to comprehend it. He was hyperventilating as the hybrid seemed to observe him. He supposed some part of him should be relieved. After all, if Tubbo could tell Tommy looked weird, that would mean that Jack’s stupid potion didn’t do anything to affect how others saw him. But all he could see was a giant face and hands in his field of vision, teeth that could crush him and fingers as long as his wingspan that could smash him with no effort. The perimeters of Tommy’s vision blurred and darkened as the panic set on.

The giant fingers began to reach for him, and in a blind panic he pushed then away and stumbled back. “Get the fuck away, please stay bac-“

Tommy cut himself off, screaming in pain as he lost his balance and fell back on his injured wing. He quickly clamped his jaw shut to distract himself from the pain only to hear more screaming.

Confused, he looked up to see Tubbo across the room, paled and shaken.

“What the actual fuck...” the goat hybrid muttered, his breath support lost from screaming. “Did you just...did you just talk?!”

Tommy forgot about all of his pain for a second. He heard him, Tubbo heard him, Jack had been wrong, he could still be heard. Tommy jumped up, adrenaline pumping through him as he ran to the edge of the table, wing injury be damned, he was gonna talk, actually talk, to Tubbo.

He was finally gonna prove he was still human.

Tommy yelled out to Tubbo from the edge of the table as Tubbo looked on, terror eventually fading into confusion. Tommy continued to yell for what felt like hours but could logically only have been a few minutes before he noticed Tubbo had stopped moving. He stood still in the middle of the room, just a few feet away from the table, and just stared at Tommy. The moth hybrid eventually stopped yelling, the adrenaline wore off and the pain of his wing setting back in. If Tubbo had heard him, there’s no way he wouldn’t have said anything by now. So what went wrong? Why couldn’t he-

Tommy thoughts were frozen as Ranboo frantically scrambled down the ladder from the attic of the small cabin, looking extremely worried. “I heard a scream, are you alright Tubbo?”

“The moth just...It just talked, Boo, I swear, it fucking talked, and it... it sounded like him.” Tubbo stuttered, pointing at Tommy. Neither of them needed to clarify who the “him” was, there was only one “him” it could’ve been. The him who they’d been trying and failing to find for what seemed like forever. Ranboo looked at Tubbo for a second before heading over to the table, placing a hand on it and leaning slightly to look directly down at Tommy. Fuck, he forgot how tall Ranboo was normally, this just made it so much worse.

“So, can you talk...?” Ranboo asked questioningly. Tommy tried to get over himself as he started to yell to Ranboo as well. Tommy supposed if he were human, he would’ve looked like a madman, jumping around and screaming like his life depended on it. Still, though, Ranboo just laughed a bit at Tommy’s struggles as he looked back to Tubbo.

“Sorry Tubbo, I don’t hear anything. You should get to bed, maybe you’re hearing things. We’ve been looking for him for a while anyways, maybe your brain just wants to hear him badly enough that you think a moth can talk.”

Tommy’s heart shattered as he saw Ranboo turn away from him to continue talking to Ranboo, finally realizing who the “he” they meant was. Tubbo didn’t even know how close to finding Tommy he was. How didnt Ranboo hear him? Tubbo had heard him when he was at the desk? Why didn’t...

Height. Ranboo was taller than Tubbo. Tommy was small and Tubbo had been closer, so he heard him better. All Tommy had to do was get close enough. He immediately tried to fly up to one of their ears, but fell back down immediately. Fuck, right, the damaged wing. Tubbo seemed to notice his flailing though, as he cut Ranboo off mid sentence and pointed at Tommy.

“Aw, what happened to your wing, little guy?” Ranboo cooed at him. Fuck, Tommy hated this. When he got back to normal size he’d punch Ranboo for babying him.

“Michael got his hooves him for a bit, I think he’ll be fine, though. But it’s not like we can release him back into the wild with a busted wing, he’d be eaten pretty quick.” Tubbo replied, making Tommy let out a breath of relief. He at least got to stay in the warm house, he didn’t know what he’d do if he had to survive the mobs in the middle of the night. And Tubbo called him a “he” since the first time they saw him like this. He was so, so close to figuring it out-

Tommy’s train of thought was cut off as a cage slammed around him. He screamed and banged on the walls of the lantern that he had just been enclosed in as the enderman hybrid lifted it higher and hung it from a chain on the ceiling.

“There, that should keep it safe then. Michael can’t reach it here.” Ranboo said, turning to his platonic husband. “Just, please, promise me you’ll get some sleep.”

Tubbo just nodded and smiled slightly at Ranboo as he went upstairs, leaving Tubbo unknowingly alone with Tommy. Tommy pressed himself against the latern to better see Tubbo, who was looking back up at him.

Tubbo sighed. “I suppose we should get you something to eat then, huh? Jack probably wasn’t feeding you much, knowing him.” Tubbo rummaged around a nearby chest for a minute before realizing he didn’t know what moths ate, so he settled on picking up some hay and bread. He walked over to the lantern that held the moth and after struggling to get it off the chain (god why did he have to pick such a tall husband), he held close to his face again just to see if Ranboo was right. Maybe he was just going crazy. There’s no way that this random moth looks like Tommy...right?

But as he leaned close to the cage, he saw the same thing. A humanoid insect staring at him as it banged on the glass in front it...him? Tubbo wasn’t sure anymore. He opened the glass holding the moth-boy-whatever it was to place some food down for it as it suddenly jumped out.

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Tommy jumped out of the lantern, scrambling over Tubbo’s hand and landing on his shoulder as he cupped his hands around his mouth.

“TUBBO ITS ME IM HERE YOU’RE NOT CRAZY!!” He screamed into the goat hybrids ear, causing the giant to flinch at the sudden volume with no warning. Tommy was suddenly grabbed off the shoulder and pulled in front of Tubbo’s face, which looked back at him with a mixture of confusion and awe.

—————————

‘There’s no way’, Tubbo thought. He had thought it sounded like him, even looked like him, but it couldn’t be him, could it? The moth seemed to go still once he grabbed him, maybe from shock, maybe waiting for some sort of response, Tubbo couldn’t tell. He looked the smal hybrid over again before speaking, barely above a whisper.

“...Tommy?”

The moth hybrid’s antennas perked and wings lifted, and Tubbo was close enough to see relief forming on his face and tears threatening to pour from his eyes;

“Hey big man.”

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Pt. 4!! I hope it was worth the wait!

Btw, always open to asks and suggestions about where to take the story from here!

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[pparkerpoetry]

Face Reality (Part 6)

Title: The More the Merrier (and a whisper of who he once was)

Summary: Tommy brings home one. Ranboo and Fundy bring another. Sam knows that his kids are going to give him grey hair by the time they all decide to settle down, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

(but the additions bring questions. questions bring up a past. the past is never a good thing.)

WARNING: brings up past suicide attempt

Part 1 Part 7 Masterlist

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Tommy stood above a large obsidian grid, staring down at the hole that had once been his home. It was all gone, now, and he couldn’t even manage to summon tears. It was too sudden for him. Too new. 

He hated everyone who had done this to him. He hated them all, how each one had abandoned him in their own way. He knew some of them didn’t have a choice, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. 

He hated Technoblade. He tried to, at least. He’d finally gotten back a small form of family, only for a second fuse to be lit. He was accused of stealing gifts, accused of betrayal for fighting for his home, fighting for the last connection to Wilbur, fighting for a place in the world that hated him so much. He hated his brother for making him fight when he should’ve been able to be a kid.

He hated Philza. Not his dad. He had been left alone, so young, with nothing to cling to but the promise of seeing his father again. A promise that was broken. A promise that was only fulfilled years and years later, once Tommy had been raised by war and violence, feelings numbed by loss and pain. Philza hadn’t been the one to raise Tommy, Wilbur was. And Wilbur was taken from him. He hated Phil for giving him the gift of flight, a constant reminder of his family that he would never be able to get rid of, that no one even bothered to find out about.

He hated Dream. He really did. Tommy had been manipulated, and broken down, and tricked, but no one had learned of it. He was alone, and Dream stood by his shoulder to oversee the ruins that he’d torn down. The ruins of what? Tommy’s life? His mind? His wings, messy and missing feathers from the explosions? Tommy hated Dream with a passion, but by then, the anger had gotten so hot that it numbed him. He felt nothing but the pulse of his heart that sometimes he wished wasn’t so loud. Maybe it’d all be easier if it stopped.

But, most of all, he hated himself. He hated that he’d just let it all happen, and he hated that he still breathed the air, however dusty and blood-scented it was. The only thing he felt that was stronger than the hate now was fear. Not for himself. 

Where was Tubbo? Was he okay? He needed to get to Tubbo.

Tommy woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavy. He was alone in his room, meaning that Fundy had probably gone over to Ranboo’s. He almost followed, but his mind was hazy and he needed someone else. He needed someone that wasn’t there, but maybe if he left-

Could he leave?

Of course he could. This wasn’t exile. Dream wasn’t here. Dream was in prison. Dream wouldn’t hurt him anymore. Dream couldn’t. Could he? 

He needed to leave.

Tommy clambered out of bed, feet hitting the cold floor and he paced over to where he kept his boots. His hand ghosted over his coat, but he left it behind. He needed his wings out. The coat would slow him down. He got outside as quietly as possible, hoping that he didn’t wake up anyone. The grass was shining with dew, and it would’ve seemed almost mystical if he’d bothered to notice it.

Instead, he unfurled his wings. They weren’t in the best of shape, as they hadn’t been preened in a while. Had they ever been? He couldn’t spend time thinking about that. He needed to leave. Tommy paused for a moment, relishing in the breeze ruffling through his feathers before he leapt up and caught the wind, flapping his wings to gain height. 

It had been a long time since he’d flown. He usually didn’t, what with Dream’s no-flying policy, but Dream couldn’t stop him now. He didn’t think anything could stop him. He needed to go.

Tommy ignored the large black prison that came into his view, and focused on the suddenly brisk wind that hit his face and made him cold. Maybe he should’ve brought that coat. He let his mind wander until his feet hit the snowy ground, making a slight crunch that shook him from his thoughts. 

Maybe he was imagining it, but he could’ve sworn that he heard yelling as he neared Snowchester. The closer he got, the more a feeling of dread pooling in his stomach. As he got closer, he could hear it.

“Why now, after all this time?” That was Tubbo. Was he okay? Hurry. “I thought we were friends! I thought that everyone was peaceful! Why stop now?”

Another voice spoke up. “Well, Niki left, so I figured that it was over. But then, I thought about it. I acted. I faked everyone out, got an alibi. No one will even think I was here. I want to kill Tommy, but that would be too kind. But what better way to make him suffer worse, than by killing you?”

Tommy didn’t have time to register who it was before his blood ran cold. He broke into a sprint and burst into the cottage, throwing his wings out to protect Tubbo from the sword that was brought down. He didn’t have any weapons, but he needed to save Tubbo.

He felt the blade slice the feathers on his wings, and the soft trickle of blood that followed. 

He opened his eyes and saw Tubbo, cowering, blood on his face and eyes shocked. He knew that whoever was threatening him was still there.

Tommy turned around.

Jack Manifold stood there, sword still loosely held in his hands. 

“You want to kill me?” Tommy rasped, voice rough from the sleep that he’d woken from not that longs ago. “You’re gonna need more than a sword. I’ve tried.” Jack looked horrified, and Tommy managed a broken grin. “That was a while ago, though. Maybe it’d work now, but no matter how many times I killed myself back then, I kept coming back. Some cruel trick that Dream played, probably.” The blood was flowing from his wing heavier now, and the world was tilting. His brain was fuzzy. 

He didn’t remember falling on the ground or when Tubbo moved to look at him, but it happened. Tubbo looked scared. He was saying something that Tommy couldn’t hear. Why was Tubbo sad?

“Don’t be sad.” Tommy mumbled. “Ask Sam to make you hot chocolate. It’s the best. It’ll make you happy.” Why was Tubbo crying?

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Sam didn’t expect to be woken up very early, and even if it was, he wasn’t expecting it to be Tubbo calling him. He reached across to the nightstand and grabbed his communicator, accepting the call.

“Hello?”

Tubbo sounded like he was crying. “Sam! Thank God, Sam. Tommy- Tommy’s here and he’s bleeding, Sam help him, please, Sam what do I do? How do I stop it?”

Sam was fully awake now, leaping to put on his shoes. “Put pressure on the wound, Tubbo. You need to breathe, bud. Where are you?” He heard Tubbo take a few deep breaths.

“We’re in Snowchester.”

Though Tubbo couldn’t see it, he nodded, and grabbed his trident. “I’ll be there soon, Tubbo, okay? Breathe. Do you want me to stay on call?”

Tubbo said that he didn’t have to, so Sam ended the call and left the house. He looked up and was grateful to the rain, which would let him travel much faster.

He reached Snowchester and didn’t stop running until he saw Tubbo and Tommy. He thought the wound would be on Tommy’s body, but instead, the blood was all dried on his feathers. Was he even qualified to work with wings?

Sam considered calling Philza, but instead he did some quick research, stuff about blood feathers, or something. He wouldn’t bother Phil. There was no reason to bother Phil. He didn’t particularly trust the winged man, either.

Tubbo was still shaking, so Sam knelt next to him. “Hey, Tubs, I need you to breathe. This isn’t as serious as it looks, okay? It’ll heal. Tommy’s going to be okay.” It would take time, but it would be fine.

Eventually, he got Tubbo to calm down, and he moved to Tommy. He had probably just passed out from exhaustion, because Sam had been noticing he wasn’t getting much sleep. The feathers that had been broken weren’t all bleeding, and the ones that were had slowed. Tubbo had done well in putting pressure on the wounds, so there really wasn’t much he could do, other than get Tommy back home. 

It took some thinking, but then Sam began to move. Using some bandages that he’d brought, he folded Tommy’s wings and bound them into a sort of sling, then gathered Tommy’s long limbs into his arms. He stood up, and went to leave before he noticed Tubbo still trembling in a ball on the ground.

“Hey, Tubbo?” He waited until Tubbo looked up. “Do you want to come with me? I’ve got a spare room that you can stay in as long as you want.” Tubbo didn’t need to know that it was actually for him.

Tubbo stood up shakily, and nodded. “I just want to make sure he’s okay.”

Sam managed to hold Tommy with one hand, and held the other out to Tubbo. Slowly, they made it home, where they belonged.

When they opened the door, Fundy and Ranboo were waiting anxiously. They wanted to ask questions, but they stopped when they saw Tommy, passed out and thrown over Sam’s shoulder. There were more important things to worry about. 

Sam put Tommy back in his bed, and went to tend to Tubbo. He had some cuts that he had been trying to hide, but Sam noticed that type of thing. He had to, with the collection of self-sacrificing people he was housing.

Once Tubbo was all set, Sam let him go to Tubbo’s room. They’d been separated long enough. Sam left and went to where Ranboo and Fundy were waiting, questions barely pushed down.

He answered them as best he could, but soon enough, he was passed out on his bed, ready to sleep for another few hours.

Being a brother- dad? Was exhausting.

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Tommy woke up, ears blearily looking around. A head of brown hair was tucked into his side, and as he laid there, the memories came flooding back. He sighed, and went to put a wing around Tubbo before realizing that his wings had been bandaged. He stifled a groan, but it woke Tubbo up anyway.

“Are you okay?” Tubbo asked, and Tommy winced. He hadn’t meant to spill his guts on everything that he had felt back then. He hadn’t meant to open old wounds.

“I’m fine,” Tommy smiled, but he could tell Tubbo didn’t buy it. 

“But do you know it’s okay if you’re not?”

Tommy hugged Tubbo, melting into the hold. They stayed that way for a while, and they didn’t say anything when they felt their shirts getting damp or the way the other’s shoulders shook. They had each other, and they always would. 

They always would. They were one constant in their lives, but had yet to realize that the other constants were waiting in the living room.

A few days later, once Sam had declared that Tommy’s wings had healed enough, Sam removed the bandages. He winced at how awful the feathers looked, though they had been cleansed of any blood. 

“Hey Tommy, is it alright if I try to fix these? They look like they haven’t been organized in ages.”

“Sure, I guess.” Tommy shrugged. 

Tommy didn’t know what he’d been thinking it would feel like. Even if he thought he did know, he would’ve been wrong.

The minute Sam had started laying feathers flat and just touching his wings, Tommy melted. He tried not to, but it just felt so nice…

Sam chuckled. “Do you like this?”

Tommy wanted to yell at him for making fun of him, but all he could do was let out a soft crooning and hope that he was still sitting up. His mind was already half put to sleep, but if he fell asleep the feeling would stop. He needed to stay awake.

He leaned into the touch a little bit too much, he supposed, because Sam called someone over for Tommy to lean on instead. He buried his face into the chest of whoever it was, and- was he purring?  It was more a slight growl, but of contentment, and he gave a little whine when Sam stopped preening his wings. 

He continued purring when the preening started again. Part of his brain thought he was making a fool of himself, but the bird part of his brain overruled it. 

Eventually the actual preening stopped, but he complained so much at the loss of contact that he guessed they started up again, not actually doing anything, just stroking the feathers. Soon, his mind was gone and all he wanted was more of the nice feeling he felt. Was it safety?

When the movement of feathers stopped again, Tommy sleepily turned around. It was a little awkward, considering they were on a couch, but he curled into the side of whoever had been preening him. He didn’t even remember at this point, but he trusted them. 

Sam looked down at the mess of blond hair that was on top of him. Not crushing, but it was unexpected. He couldn’t stop the audible “Aww,” that he let out, because the normally stoic young man had just turned to mush the minute Sam started touching his wings. 

Sam knew that once Tommy woke up again he’d hate how vulnerable he’d been, but a part of him was just happy that it’d happened.

Tommy’s wings moved around Sam, and he could do nothing but grin widely. Maybe taking care of his boys was worth it, despite the fact that he’d go grey within a year. 

Tubbo stood by, laughing, but lifted Tommy’s legs and sat down. Ranboo and Fundy joined later, though there wasn’t a whole lot of room on the couch. Ranboo squeezed in beside Tubbo and Fundy curled up over them, and they all napped in the lazy heat of the afternoon.

Sam almost drifted to sleep, and the thought that he had before he did was that there was one more person that he needed to save. His job wasn’t quite done yet. All in due time, though. 

All in due time.

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It was another few days later when Ranboo got out of the house. He took Fundy with him, because they were working past their issues. It was taking time, but they were almost there. 

They went into the forest to chat, just about their feelings in general, and it was a little cooler in the shade anyway.

“I just…” Fundy was saying, “I felt so upset, since everyone had abandoned me. We used to be such good friends and it really hurt when you took off too, only to return and be accepted no problem, when I had to fight tooth and nail to even hang out with them a little.”

Ranboo nodded. “I was really stressed out, since you were so angry and Niki was too, and I thought that I finally had people who cared about me, then I heard them talking about how they wanted to use me to their advantage. I figured if they didn’t love me, no one would, because they were the only ones to ask if I was okay after everything.”

Fundy looked pained. “But I did love you. I do.”

Some poor memory of a smile passed over Ranboo’s face. “You didn’t really show it though, did you?”

It was quiet, then, as they both sat in the grass, reminiscing of times that really weren’t better. 

Fundy spoke again. “Maybe we should focus on the future rather than the past. Move on, work on forgiving rather than arguing whose right or wrong.”

Ranboo went to agree, when the sound of twigs snapping was heard behind them. A young man stumbled into their clearing clutching his side, only to collapse with a grunt. They saw the shock of blond hair and thought it was Tommy, but he was missing the telltale dark wings. Regardless, they rushed over and turned him over. 

“Purpled?”

He only responded with a groan, and Ranboo moved his hand to check on the clear wound that Purpled had been hiding. The hybrid sucked air through his teeth and hissed in sympathy. 

“I haven’t seen Purpled in ages,” Fundy said worriedly. “How long has he been alone?”

Ranboo met the fox’s eyes, but didn’t acknowledge the question. He didn’t want to think about it. “I’m going to pick him up. We need to bring him back home.”

“Is that safe? Can he be moved?”

“We don’t really have a choice, Fundy.”

Purpled was far too light, once Ranboo had lifted him, and they went as fast as they could back to the base. If they had listened a little closer, or focused on something other than the injured boy, maybe they would’ve heard the slight noises of someone else in the woods behind them. Watching. Waiting. Following.

They made it to Sam’s house. Their home. Sam had seen them coming, and he saw something on the treeline behind his boys. He opened the door for them. “Get him inside, I need to deal with something first.” He had said, grabbing his armor and weapons. 

He had locked the door behind them.

Sam walked into the forest a little ways, then stopped. “I know you’re here. You might as well show yourself.” It was silent except for the occasional gentle leaf blowing across the ground. He stayed for a moment longer before leaving. He would investigate later, if he remembered to.

Sam let himself fall into the routine of cleaning and dressing Purpled’s wound, and once he was done, finally breathed for a moment. He had to smile, because he was safe. His boys were safe. All of them. He’d saved them all, and he would let them have the childhood’s that had been unrightfully stolen from them. 

When he left to tell the others that Purpled would be fine, he saw Tubbo asleep on Tommy’s lap, with Tommy laughing at him. Sam grinned and leaned against the door frame. 

“I don’t think you can talk much, Tommy. You were gone the minute I touched your wings.”

Tommy spluttered indignantly. “That’s not true! I am a big man! I don’t need your help!”

“Would you like me to do it again, though?”

Tommy quieted and looked up. “Yes please.”

Fundy and Ranboo, who had wandered into the room, laughed at that, and so with permission from Tommy, all three of them began to groom his wings. Tommy was a purring mess within seconds, and the afternoon was spent waiting for their new addition to the family to wake up.

They all had questions that needed answers, but their family was more important.

#ranboo #tommyinnit #purpled #tubbo #fundy #awesamdude #dream #dreamsmp #fic #ao3 #angst #hurt/comfort #winged tommyinnit #hybrid!tommy #hybrid!ranboo #hybrid!awesamdude #awesamdad #philza #technoblade #hope you enjoy :) #so yeah this how im doin after ranboos stream #PLATONIC PLEASE I NEED A FRIEND TO CUDDLE

[amintyworld]

I Failed You - Dream SMP Drabble

A/N: Concept just hit me last night I was itching to write - what if Ranboo’s mental state worsens to the point that he becomes almost fully enderman? I was thinking about how it could happen, how others would react. Also, I think Ranboo deserves his own drabble, he’s a really interesting character.

TW: Body Transfromation, Amnesia, panic attack, character death mention. (As always, tell me if I need to tag anything else!)

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Loud sounds - metal against metal filled the prison as the iron door shut loudly, leaving the two inside the walls with no hope of escape. Ranboo clutched his book tightly as he slid down to the ground, his back against the wall as he sighed in defeat. He didn’t know what he was thinking - why did he have to get in the middle of it, he could have warned the others, they could have come to help, why did he have to play some kind of hero?

As punishment for going after Dream, he called in the favor from Technoblade to round up the two teenagers to be put in prison. Tubbo was off gathering resources, oblivious, and Ranboo knew they’d be going for Tommy first. He didn’t even bother saying goodbye to Phil, he just... he just ran to the dirt shack to warn Tommy.

He didn’t know why, he just... he couldn’t have Tommy be taken again, not after what happened last time, not after what Dream did to him before.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. You weren’t thinking ahead and now no one’s going to know where you are. They’re not going to care about where you are, especially not Phil after you left him like that. You were the only one who knew anything about this.

It’s not like you had much of a choice, i mean... it’s Technoblade, he destroyed L’manburg, Tommy wouldn’t stand a chance against him alone.

You left Tubbo alone.

I left Tubbo alone. 

I’m a horrible friend, he trusted me and I left him all alone. Technoblade was so mad at me... I’ve never seen him that mad before... would Tubbo even... Technoblade might take it out on him. Technoblade might kill him and it’s all your fault.

It’s all my fault, he’s going to die and it’s all my fault-

“Ranboo?”

Ranboo snapped out of his thoughts, realizing how hard he gripped the book, how scratched the leather became... it was almost night now. How long had it been? Tommy looked over at him from the bed in the corner, knees up to his chest and his hair messed up more than normal, his hands running through it in a nervous habit. Tommy looked worried, concerned. “I... huh?”

“Are you okay?”

“Uhm, yeah. Yeah, why’d you ask?”

“You were mumbling, I was trying to calm you down but then you started making... really weird noises, I didn’t know if you were hurt, or..?”

“No. No, I’m fine.” 

Liar.

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It had been three days since they both got put into the prison. Three days of Tommy pacing up and down the cell, trying out plan after plan of trying to escape. Tommy tried ramming the cell door with his body, the bed, chest, everything. He tried breaking one of the iron bars to reach the lever and let them out. He tried making some kind of prison shiv and slowly chipping away at the wall. 

Ranboo sat, alone with nothing but him and his thoughts. The only thing on his mind was the simple fact that Tubbo wasn’t here. He knew their plan, he heard what they were trying to do - they wanted to imprison both Tommy and Tubbo.

If Tubbo wasn’t here, then... then he was right. Tubbo was dead.

He failed Tubbo. He failed Tommy. He didn’t do enough, he wasn’t enough, He hurt everyone. He didn’t help Tommy, he couldn’t save Tubbo. He left Phil without saying goodbye, he didn’t even thank him for letting him stay-

You used him. You used everyone.

I didn’t mean to, I just wanted to help people, I wanted to save people, I wanted to help my friends.

Are they even your friends anymore? You ruined them, you ruined everything. Tommy would have gotten away if you didn’t distract him. Tubbo would have lived if you didn’t betray the only people who showed you kindness.

I didn’t, I... I didn’t want to... I just wanted to help-

“Ranboo...?”

Yeah, sure. You helped plenty when you used Phil and Techno, and you helped Dream get Tommy and Tubbo. You’re the only problem. You’re the real problem on this whole server, not Dream, everyone would’ve been so much better without you trying to ‘help’!

“Ranboo, you’re scaring me, stop it.”

You pretend you’re everyone’s friend, but you’re nothing but a liar. You’re a liar.

I-

I... I didn’t mean...

“Ranboo, talk to me, please. Just talk to me.”

You failed.

......

I failed.

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Tommy gripped his friend’s arm as he shook him slightly. “Ranboo, please. I need to... Ranboo-” Ranboo’s body shook as that same glitched voice from before ran through the cell, increasing Tommy’s worry. His half-enderman friend’s eyes grew wide as he began to mumble softly to himself. “Ranboo, you need to calm down, man-”

IfailedIfailedIfailedIfailedIfailedIfailedIfailedIfailedIfailed-

His friend’s grip tensed on the book in his hands, and suddenly... it stopped. Silence.

Slowly, a spiderweb of pitch black cracks spiraled across the white half of his face, spiraling toward his red eye, and to Tommy’s dismay it briefly flashed purple. He stepped back slightly in surprise as Ranboo stood, his book tossed aside and forgotten. HIs gaze was transfixed on Tommy, almost in curiosity of him. “Ranboo..?”

Ranboo blinked, the cracks across his face growing darker, bolder. He tilted his head as he looked at the teen, stepping closer and making Tommy back up, eventually against a corner across the room. A loud glitched noise erupted from him, and suddenly... he was gone.

“What...?”

He heard a loud noise and looked out fo the bars - how did he teleport?! 

Wait - it doesn’t matter. Now they can get out!

“Ranboo, just flick the lever- flick it down and we can get out, okay?” Ranboo just looked at Tommy confused, let out another glitchy screech, and suddenly he was back inside next to Tommy, who was very startled at the teleportation. Tommy groaned in frustration. “No, you were supposed to let us out!”

Ranboo looked at the teen, searching his face for a moment before letting out a happy glitchlike chirp and petting Tommy’s fluffy hair, which Tommy quickly pulled away from to his friend’s dismay.

“Ranboo, what’s gotten into you?!”

Ranboo just looked at Tommy confused, before smiling again to reach and pet his hair fondly, leading Tommy to swat his hand away again.

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Two weeks. Tommy had been in Pandora’s Vault for two weeks now. After a week of escape attempts, he eventually had to give up. It was twisted, really - how escape was so close but so far. He wondered about what was going on out there - if Tubbo was okay, if Ghostbur was Wilbur again. He was cut off from the outside world with no possible way of knowing whether his friends were okay, if they were even alive.

Since Ranboo seemed uninterested in it, Tommy slowly began to read and eventually continue Ranboo’s book. He knew his friend had changed but Tommy didn’t know into exactly what. Whatever he turned into, it seemed safe to assume he remembered him, or at least liked him. He promised himself that if he ever got out of this, he’d get Ranboo help.

It seemed his friend was getting worse by the day, his skin slowly evening out into a dark black and his red eye ever so slowly turning purple. He realized quickly that Ranboo’s state was like a baby chick, almost. Kind of in many ways, like Ghostbur. He’d always hang around Tommy and gave small happy enderman chirps when Tommy would allow him to cuddle with him on particularly cold nights in the cell. it didn’t seem like he understood English or any other spoken word at all, despite Tommy’s best efforts to get him to understand. 

The weirdest thing, however, was his obsession with fluffy and soft things. He liked playing with Tommy’s hair, for one, and playing with a small feather that leaked out of the bed pillow, even running his hands along the soft blanket made him happy. It was strange to Tommy how simple it was to just make his friend smile when he’d been struggling with that himself for way too long.

As for why or how the transformation occured, all Tommy really had to go on were Ranboo’s notes, the book, and within the pages he could sense how distressed Ranboo was, how much he hid it so well from so many people. How he put others first so much, how loyal he was to not just him, but to everyone. Even now, his mind went over and over the last thing he wrote:

‘I failed everyone.’

Looking back, all Tommy could think was one single thing: ‘No, you didn’t fail me, I failed you.’

He should have tried to understand - he should have been there. He should have been more accepting, more open to that he had someone to talk to, someone that he felt like was always on his side. He just wanted to do the right thing and be accepted by everyone, but instead everyone rejected him.

If anyone would know how it felt like to have the entire world against them, it would be him - and he wasn’t there for Ranboo when he was there for him, visited him during exile and helped him.

As he was snapped awake late at night watching the large vault door open in front of him through the iron bars, the door he didn’t believe would open ever again, he looked over to Ranboo as he moved to keep him close. He’d protect him. He wouldn’t fail him again. 

Never again.

#dream smp #dream smp fic #dream smp drabble #dream smp spoilers #ranboolive #c!ranboo #fully enderman ranboo #tommyinnit #c!tommy #tubbolive #c!tubbo #tommyinnit and tubbo #tommyinnit exile #technoblade's favor #pandora's vault #technoblade #c!techno #dreamwastaken #c!dream #hurt/comfort #dream smp hurt/comfort #tw panic attack #also hi ranboo if you somehow end up reading this #<3 #my writing #daily drabble

[theyre-just-blocks]

After yesterday's streams I went into headcanon/theory mode and here are some thoughts:

I am 83% sure that the prison being built is for Quackity.

Sam’s building a prison, a huge, scary, inescapable prison, if you didn’t already know, and after yesterday I’m more convinced that it’s for Quackity. 

The only hint Dream really gave for who the prison was for was in a BBH stream a few weeks ago (I think) where he said that the prison was for someone “highly capable.” Now, because of that, I thought that it might be for Technoblade and Phil, because both of them are “highly capable” in terms of minecraft skills and whatnot. 

However, it doesn’t make sense to me to put your fellow “Team Chaos” into a giant prison. Dream just might be manipulating Techno and Phil into thinking he’s also on their side and therefore make it easier for him to put them into cells, but I don’t know. I’m just not big brain enough to understand what his motives are at this point, but why let Techno go when you could’ve had him killed when the Butcher Army got him? It would’ve been easier to have Techno down with two lives instead of three in the prison. Basically, I don’t see the logical reasons for putting Techno (and Phil) in the prison. 

So, I decided that “highly capable” might not mean it in the sense of minecraft skills (because we know Quackity doesn’t really have them). I’m thinking he meant highly capable in the sense that Quackity was able to rally his allies to go and try and capture (then kill) Techno with him. 

Quackity is highly capable, just in the leadership sense. He’s very capable of getting people to side with him, and that’s going to be a problem for Dream. Hell, it already is because now they’re making plans to kill Dream next. Putting Quackity in prison would prevent that from happening. 

We’ve already established that Tommy and Quackity are really the biggest threats to Dream because they hold very strong in their beliefs and ideals. They’ll do what they think is right, no matter what. For Tommy, it’s his discs and for Quackity it’s his need to build a great country. 

Quackity is acting the way he is because he feels guilty 

This is more of a headcanon than a theory that I developed after seeing how adamant Quackity was on killing Techno in the Final Control Room. 

I thought that his reasoning behind his determination was he felt guilty about being part of the reason why Schlatt came to power, so he’s trying to make up for it by making sure that L’Manburg stays the great country it’s supposed to always be.  Killing Technoblade would ensure safety of the country, it would ensure that democracy stays and everything doesn’t fall back into chaos. Because ultimately, on the other end of a dictatorship (Schlatt’s reign) is anarchism.

The next 16th date might be another Festival 

I love these parallels so much. Y’all don’t understand. 

Yet again, it seems like we’re going to have another public execution disguised as a “Festival” but this time it’s going to be for Dream. 

I had multiple streams open, so correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe that Quackity made plans for another Festival so that they might have the opportunity to kill Dream. 

If this is the case, it’s likely that it’s going to be the next big thing that’ll happen in a month. But we all know that these things never go well, so I wouldn’t be surprised if Dream completely flips the switch on them and everything goes to shit. 

If another Festival happens, Dream isn’t going to be the one who dies 

As awesome as it would be for things to FINALLY GO RIGHT, I highly doubt that L’Manburg will be able to pull off killing Dream because nothing ever goes right in this god forsaken server. 

And the fact that Quackity and Tubbo are down to one life is a little concerning if I’m being completely honest. If anything, what might happen is Quackity steps down and goes into the prison to prevent things from getting worse (like him or Tubbo being killed). 

Or, Dream is more alone than he thought and they’re able to overpower him for once, but y’know. They seem to love their angst. 

Also the one thing we seem to be missing is a Civil War 

Nobody asked for it, but I’m sure that something along these lines might happen with Techno recruiting Tommy and wanting to destroy L’Manburg (again) and the rest of L’Manburg wanting to continue with their country. 

Imagine the angst of Tubbo thinking Tommy’s dead and then he sees him again, but when he does, he’s destroying the country that Tubbo is the president of. Aha...

Also, Ranboo seems to be with the Antarctic Empire now?? That’s kinda where I thought a Civil War might happen because he’s with L’Manburg.

I don’t know if I can handle a Civil War though, and I don’t think they can either, seeing as a lot of them are down to one life, but y’know.

What’s going to happen with Dream, Techno, and Tommy?

I’m confused on what’s going on with these three because Techno and Dream seem to be allies, but Dream and Tommy are definitely not. 

I don’t know if Dream knows Tommy left or not, but something tells me that he expected and planned for that to happen. How it works in his favor, I have no idea. 

But if he doesn’t know and then sees Tommy with Techno, I wonder what’ll happen. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see. 

In conclusion, I’m pretty excited about how things are going to go from here. I was grinning the entire time, sitting on the edge of my seat throughout the streams yesterday. It was so fun to watch. 

#dreamsmp #dsmp #mcyt #dsmp heacanons #dsmp spoilers #tommyinnit #dreamwastaken #quackity #tubbo #technoblade #ranboo #angst brain go brrr #anyone else wanna talk about theories and heacanons with me? #because i'd be down

[felidaefighter]

Fears To Ease And Flesh To Mend

Ranboo and Tubbo find out that unzombifying a piglin is a bit different from unzombifying a villager, and they start off parenthood with quite a few complications and in a little over their heads. For the sake of their child, they may need to put awkwardness aside and ask for help.

[Sick fic, canon divergence, Phil and Techno meet Michael, lots and lots of piglin lore headcanons] ~20,000 words per chapter

Chapter Two of Four

     “Hey Phil,” Ranboo said carefully as they were coming back from trading with the local villagers, who gave good deals since they were grateful they’d been cured after being zombified, “What’s the difference between curing a zombie villager and curing a zombie piglin? Aside from the obvious.” Phil looked curiously at Ranboo while they walked. “That’s an interesting question. It is a little bit different, yeah. Technically the process itself is the same but ahhh there’s always some difficulties. Usually not worth the trouble.” Ranboo pondered this for a moment. “Huh. How do you mean?”

    “Well, because of where they’re from, piglins tend to have a bit of a resistance to magic. So the rotten flesh doesn’t really heal fully or automatically the way it does for villagers. The whole process is easier in the Nether, because the lack of moisture keeps the rot slow and less likely to spread after they’re healed.” Ranboo listened intently, opening his book and scribbling notes so he could keep track. “It’s just a rare thing to see happen, is all. Adult piglins especially, they’re such a warrior-based society that waking up hurting and confused just means they’re more likely to attack the person who healed them than be grateful. Not to mention they’re still going to have infections and rot. It’s just so uncommon because you’d never try and heal a piglin that you didn’t know beforehand. It requires so much aftercare and pre-established trust, like from before they were zombified, that without it it’s just bound to lead to the piglin dying anyways.”

    “Oooh interesting, interesting. But the dosage ratio of potions and apple and stuff is the same, right?” Phil nodded. “Yeah, between piglins and villagers and the little rascals, too.” He cackled a little. “General consensus tends to be it’s better to overdose on magic than underdose, because worst case scenario for inhaling too much of the weakness potion is you feel a bit queasy, and worst case scenario for eating too much golden apple is that you get a stomachache, but if you underdose the worst case scenario is they aren’t healed at all and can never be properly healed.” 

    They were just about at their houses now, and Phil shot Ranboo a look with raised eyebrows. “You don’t know any piglins aside from Techno though right? You aren’t worried about Techno are you mate? You don’t need to be-- he’s already gone through that process. He doesn’t need to do it again.” Ranboo stopped short. This was news to him, but also, it made for an excellent cover. For now at least-- admittedly he was still a little lacking on information for how to treat the infections properly. “Wait, really? Techno was zombified?” 

    “Ah, yep.” Ranboo nearly jumped out of his skin, spooked at Techno’s voice. The piglin must’ve come out of his own house to greet them as they arrived, and overheard the last bit of conversation. “An interestin’ way to enter a conversation, but yeah, I was.” Techno shrugged. “Just for a few seconds though. Happens with any piglin that wants to be able to traverse the overworld. Phil and I planned it ahead of time, so there weren’t really a lot of sores to deal with or anything. Definitely not where most of my scars come from,” Techno said with a bragging smirk. 

    Ranboo laughed a bit. “Of course, yeah. That’s so cool though, ‘cause I didn’t know any of that. It does make sense though, I think, yes.” Ranboo was desperately trying to sound normal and not allude to anything else at all. He really hoped it was working. “Ranboo, you good mate?” Phil asked. It was, apparently, not working. He tried to stay steady and even with his voice. “Yeah, no, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” Techno kind of squinted at him, and Ranboo nervously curled in on himself just a bit, despite being slightly taller than the piglin.

    Techno looked like he was going to say something that surely would’ve made Ranboo explode with anxiety, but instead, he just shrugged. “Alright. We won’t pry. Will we, Phil?” Techno said, looking pointedly at the man, who very much looked like he did in fact want to pry, but conceded with a bit of a grumble and a small sigh. “Let us know if you’re curious about anything else though. Techno and I have gone around the bend with this one, we know the ins and outs.” Techno elbowed Phil (knowing this was his way of trying to subtly pry), who lightly smacked him back. Ranboo, in turn, nodded at them. “Mhm! I will, thank you.”

    Ranboo pretended not to notice as the two of them exchanged a knowing glance with one another, instead giving a wave and heading off to his own house for the night. He let out a long, shaky exhale once inside. “Okay, could’ve gone better, could’ve gone worse. Should’ve kept Michael in the nether while healing him, but we did it as soon as he was safe at Snowchester in a baby-proofed room so… Overall… not... as bad as it could have been? I think we did okay, I think we did okay,” Ranboo muttered to himself, trying to calm himself down. 

    Unfortunately, he didn’t learn anything about how to heal an infection, but he supposed that was typical. He didn’t ask about infections. He asked about unzombifying piglins. He did have more resources at his house than Tubbo had, though, so he went to his basement and started rummaging around in his chests to see if he could find anything of value. A little difficult with how disorganized he tended to be, but that was okay. It gave Tubbo time to respond to him after he sent him a quick message. 

    Secretly, Ranboo wanted to involve Techno and Phil; he knew that they and Tubbo had a bit of a rough history, but the two really seemed to know what they were talking about. And Tubbo had changed and Phil and Techno had changed, and Ranboo didn’t think they would try to hurt Michael. If there was a chance they could help Michael, he was considering risking it. He’d do anything for his son. But he wouldn’t say anything unless Tubbo was okay with it; after hesitating, he sent Tubbo another message. 

<Ranboo> techno and phil might know how to help with michael’s infection <Ranboo> but i don’t know how to ask without telling them about him <Ranboo> and i won’t tell them if you’re worried <Tubbo> i don’t trust techno <Tubbo> but he is a piglin also <Tubbo> and i trust you <Ranboo> i just worry that it’ll get worse if we don’t do it right <Tubbo> it’s your call big man

    Ranboo stared anxiously at the messages, thinking of his next step. He was so focused on it that he almost didn’t hear the knock on his door from upstairs. Startled, he shouted up. “Coming! I’ll be there in a second!” Giving one last glance at the conversation, he tucked his communicator away and rushed up the ladder. He opened the door and stepped outside a bit, his house being a bit too cramped to have a decent conversation. “Phil!” He exclaimed, utterly confused. “What’s up? Everything okay?” Phil was standing at the door next to a very disgruntled Technoblade, who looked like he had tried everything in his power to stop whatever conversation was about to happen and, upon failing due to Phil’s Old Man Stubbornness, decided to tag along. 

    “So, hypothetically,” Phil started, and Techno groaned. Phil sent one of his typical jokingly exasperated glances at Techno in response, and started again. “Hypothetically, if you were curing a zombie piglin, you’d probably want someone around who’s done it before to make sure everything went okay.” Ranboo stared at him for a moment, processing. “That’s true! Hypothetically, if I’d already cured a zombie piglin, I’d also want help with it to make sure nothing went wrong.” Phil now wore a knowing smirk, triumphant in the fact that his suspicions were confirmed. Techno sighed. “See, Phil, what you’ve done now is you’ve made a lot more work for us. Ranboo could’ve got it all done on his own and probably would’ve been fine, but now we gotta go help.” Phil turned to him as he spoke.

    “Techno, you don’t have to help mate, I’ve done this on my own before--” Techno interrupted him. “Nahhhh nah nah, you can do it on your own sure, but you see I am a certified actual piglin, so you’re gonna want my help regardless. It’ll be easier with me there. I’m comin’ with you.” Ranboo just stood there, baffled, trying to gather his thoughts. They were both asking way more than he initially thought and also way less. Was this a good thing? Regardless, they had offered to help and apparently nothing could convince them not to. “Th-- Thank you…?” Ranboo said, then corrected himself, “Thank you. I uh. Hoo boy. It’s a bit of a story,” he admitted nervously.

    Phil placed a hand on Ranboo’s upper arm, given his shoulder was a bit too high up for comfort. “Let’s walk and talk, then. I’m assuming this piglin you know is elsewheres, at least.” Ranboo nodded. “Yeah. Let me just, uh--” he sent a quick message to Tubbo saying they were on their way as they started walking-- “Yeah. But first uh, we already healed him. Sort of. We cured him, but he’s not healed. He’s got some really bad infections and we’re worried that some of the issues are internal. It doesn’t seem like it, but we want to be safe.” Phil’s face shifted to a look of deep concern, and mentally started making note of what they would need, as Techno looked rather thoughtfully at Ranboo, having picked up more than just the medical details that Phil was so focused on. “‘We’’? Who’s ‘we’?” Techno asked. 

    Ranboo stiffened, and then took a deep breath. Well, here went nothing. “So you know Tubbo? --Please don’t get mad at me,” Ranboo started, and Techno held his tongue. “When I first joined and Tubbo was giving me a tour of New L’Manberg, we found a. Uh. We found a baby piglin who had been zombified.” Something seemed to click for both Techno and Phil as a look of realization passed over their faces, and Ranboo prayed that it didn’t turn to anger or aggression. They had no reason to feel that way, he tried to reassure himself, but he knew their history with Tubbo.

    “We… made him a little shelter in the Nether to protect him from ghasts and wandering off. Until we’d made a baby-proofed room for him at least in Tubbo’s house. And last night we brought him to the overworld, to Tubbo’s house, and cured him.” Ranboo waited for the backlash, and while Techno looked like he had something he wanted to say, Phil spoke first. “Keeping him in the Nether in a shelter was one of the best things you could’ve done. Most of the area around the main portal, which is what I’m assuming you used, is wasteland, so it’s really dry and that would’ve protected him as well as anything can from decaying. Techno?”

    Techno, after having been given the go-ahead, was finally free to speak his mind. “Ranboo-- Ranboo I’m not really so sure about Tubbo, I mean he is one of the big government guys that hunted me down-- are you doin’ this as like, a favor to him? What’s the relationship there?” Ah. Ranboo had been prepared to talk about Michael, but this, now this was a little awkward. Instead, he decided to first pipe up to correct Techno and defend Tubbo. “Actually, that was Quackity’s idea. He kind of talked everyone else into that. I’m pretty sure at least. I think I wrote it down. He was definitely the one who organized it though. I think he was gonna do it whether we agreed or not?” Techno was very clearly making mental notes. “Interesting,” he said. Ranboo continued in his answer. “And relationship, well uh, it’s not a favor per se, it’s more like… we adopted him? Together. We adopted him together, like, as our son? And we’re married.”

    “What?” Phil squawked. Techno just blinked at Ranboo, and chose his words carefully, trying to hide his shock. Actually, if it wasn’t so nerve-wracking, it would’ve been hilarious. “Well. I won’t say anything as to your choice in spouse, but this is definitely new information.” Phil, despite his ruffled feathers in both a physical and metaphorical sense, gathered himself and decided to push the other two to do the same. Quite literally-- he put a firm hand on Techno and Ranboo both and started urging them towards the portal. Ranboo let out a startled noise that was intermingled with a confused, small laugh. “Right, well, infection’s not gonna get better on its own, we can deal with this situation later. I will talk to you and Tubbo about this,” Phil nearly scolded, and Ranboo could only nod under Phil’s determination. Techno, of course, deferred his judgement to Phil.

#ranboo #philza #technoblade #dreamsmp #mcyt fanfic #they write #don't worry i'm only tagging the people who show up in the chapter! #posting it all at once hopefully that's okay #r #p #t #family bee

[t0tallyspine]

The blizzard ended hours ago, but the snow is still falling, like a gentle goodbye. Its descent is slow and light, covering the only footsteps on a white plateau - greyish, deep, torn because of someone's struggle to move their feet through the cold blanket.

There is a man in a light blue coat. There is a shovel in one of his hands and a bouquet of flowers in another, their petals frosted over and glassy, ready to break even at the most careful of a touch.

"Hello, Wilbur. Sorry I couldn't make it earlier, the blizzard was absolutely hellish. Brings back some memories, huh?"

The man chuckles. His wings open and rise, weak and stripped of their former glory, and it hurts because they're broken and moving them makes it worse. The man doesn't care and keeps them overhead, every gentle snowflake landing on them like a dead weight.

There is no answer to his words. He doesn't let the silence stop him.

"Everything seems to have calmed down, but you know how it is around here. Can't have shit in..." He swallows the words like they're sharp and poisonous, a painful wince on his face, cracks appearing in his composure, their sides ugly and raw.

"Visited that shithead Fundy. He's a smart guy, just confused, I think. Like all of us are, to be honest. Like you were."

The man tightens his grip on the flowers, and the leaves shatter and crumble and become wind that carries the snow away. The cracks bleed, just like they always do when they're exposed for too long.

"You've never met Ranboo, and that's a damn shame. He's got something of you. Maybe it's the way he's there when you need him, maybe it's his desire to make things right... Maybe it's just his height, who the fuck knows. But he does. I'd love to see you two talk about some stupid shit, he'd definitely be up for that."

The man laughs, and the sounds are swallowed up by the white space around him. The field is giant and yet so caged and isolated, head pulsating painfully from the blinding color. The man feels a burn in his chest, somewhere to its left. He can't breathe.

"Ghostbur is gone, I think. He's gone, and I was so sick of his echoey voice, but now it feels like you are gone too. All over again."

His voice shakes, and he whispers, and the earth shakes too with that raw whisper, "How many times do I have to bury you before it stops fucking hurting?"

Crying is annoying and not allowed because the tears freeze and bite into your skin and eat at your eyes like acid. Yet he still does. The man finds refuge in that pain, just for a moment, and he promises he won't the next time he comes. He hopes he won't come again so there is no next time, but for that he'll have to forget. And the man knows he won't.

"He wasn't like you at all. He was like... A kid-friendly version of you, demanding I treat him like an adult. Like I treated you. Everyone says he's better than you, but they're wrong, Will. It was a very broken version of you. I would've tried to accept it of he was happy, but he wasn't even that. His fucking blue never worked, or it wouldn't be blue in the first place."

Talking to ghosts is fine, as long as they can't hear you and won't talk back - the man learned that the hard way, the voice from somewhere far away that sounded so similar yet wrong and twisted and too airy haunting him in his dreams to this very day. There were too many ghosts to count floating around in the man's head. They were always listening and watching and judging, but at least they weren't those of his...

"Phil? Phil, you hear me? I saw a baby zombie just now, if it killed you that'd be pretty lame, just sayin'."

The man turns around, frozen tear stains on his cheeks. His broken wings fold neatly on his back, the snow they were collecting falling on the ground soundlessly. The man's back screams with relief, but he doesn't let anything show on his face.

"Nope, still alive and kicking. Why are you here? I was just about to go back, could've waited for me."

"Me and Ranboo are going on a trip again, need you to activate the pearls."

The visitor knows, and the man learned to accept that he does. The visitor glances behind the man's back, and he is hurting for his friend, it's obvious in the way he sighs sharply and stands near the man ready to catch him if he were to fall. The man wants to shout jokingly that he won't break, that he's not made of glass.

But the flowers in his hand also aren't. They were alive before and now their shards are wind and snow. Sometimes things shatter into thousand pieces even if they're not made of glass, and that's something the man doesn't want to admit. The man knows the visitor would collect his shards if he finally broke apart, and it makes him feel even guiltier because when Wilbur had cracks all over his mind and missing shards scattered around, he didn't pick them up. He smashed them with the heel of his foot, no hope of the parts coming back together. Did it really have to be done? Or was there another way?

The visitor opens his mouth after too long of a silence.

"You know what? I changed my mind. Just gonna stay in tonight, play cards or something like that."

His tone grows softer, and the man hates the way it makes the ice in his eyes melt.

"Let's go home."

The man nods and turns back to where he was facing before. He puts the bouquet on the ground carefully, its yellow flowers a stark contrast with the white of the snow around it and the gray of the stone. Yellow always reminds the man of Will.

He smiles, says goodbye under his breath and starts going into the direction he remembers the house is in, the visitor following him quietly. There are still footprints on the ground, but he doesn't need to look at them to find his way back: the man walked the road here enough times to know it by heart.

The guests leave, and behind stays a bouquet of yellow flowers and a stone with carved writing on it.

Here lies Wilbur

A son and a friend

You were loved

#tw death mention #philza #wilbur soot #mcyt #dream smp #swearing tw #fanfiction #writing #long post

[dodo-begone]

Scrambled Eggs

Pairing: yan!Ranboo x reader, Yan!Tommy x reader, Yan! tubbo x reader, Yan!Purpled x reader

Request: I raise you: Hnfnnnnnnnnnn more Yandere minors but this time you're with the eggpire already (not on purpose but you get the idea)

Word count: 3k

Warning: yandere, the egg, obsession, cult (egg), kidnapping, cursing

A/n: this is all platonic. Nothing romantic. also oop this went a lot longer than i thought it would- I got really into it. Also uploaded this and didn't proof read it. I know there's at least one mistake in there- sorry in advance.

Ranboo

When this poor lad finds out you’re currently in the Egg’s clutches, he was shocked. Oh my gosh, didn’t you love him? Did you actually love him? If you really loved him, you wouldn’t have let the Egg gain control of you. That’s how “the power of love” works. Right?

He’ll go to you, begging and doing his absolute best to reason with you. In all honesty, trying to reason with you was as productive as asking Santa Clause for that new ferrari model-

But that didn’t stop him. He was too far to properly think things through. Now why don’t you come home with him? It’s not safe for you. This “Egg” doesn’t actually care for you. He cares for you though- You end up chasing him off, saying that you were happier with the Egg than anytime you were with him. Oh how the Egg has brainwashed you. It’s so bad for you, can’t you see? He’ll go through the cycle of attempting to save you a few times before it becomes too much for him.

Eventually he just goes to Phil, ranting about how you were controlled by the Egg now and he was scared for your safety. Oh god Phil what can he do to save you? Phil please help him, give him some guidance- anything! And after Phil? Well, he’d pray to any deity that’d listen. Only asking them to save you from your current plight. You weren’t safe and he loved you so much, he can’t lose you too.

Phil tires of this cycle very quickly. It’s pathetic how much Ranboo is upset by your situation. But he’s your friend and he cares for you so much; you’re a constant in his life. How can he not love you? So he’ll just give in during one of Ranboo’s pleading stages, saying that he’ll help Ranboo rescue you- which makes Ranboo very pleased. If it was this easy to end this toxic cycle, he would’ve done it ages ago.

They plan your rescue for weeks, almost a few months. Everything had to be absolutely perfect; any flaw that could allow the Egg to repossess you needed to be resolved. As time passed, Ranboo grew more anxious. He kept visiting you during the planning process, just to keep an eye on you. Make sure you were safe.

When the plan was finally put into motion, his anxiety grew more. What if there was something that they miss? Something they didn’t account for? Phil had to remind Ranboo, multiple times, that you needed him. And he was here to save you. Ranboo couldn’t afford the time to hesitate, he had to take action. Plus if something went wrong, they always had Techno to fall back on. This got Ranboo back in the mindset, ready to save you again.

Something that was unavoidable was physical conflict. A fight started between the eggpire and the rescuers. It was rather rough and unfortunate that you got involved. You were fighting against them, rather fiercely as well. Leaving you mostly unharmed was nearly impossible when you were so determined to have their heads. But they managed. And they succeeded; they defeated/subdued the eggpire, you came out with only a few scratches and they got you away from the egg. All in a day’s work.

Once they got you “home” (specifically Phil’s house since it was far from the Egg and provided the most on-site protection), they started the recovery process. They had to restrain you to the bed, tying you up so no harm could come to you or them. Another unfortunate thing, but a necessity.

You were feral, thrashing around and snarling. Demanding that they release you. You had to get back to the Egg, the Egg needed you and you needed it. Though time passes with no change and you eventually tire, finally being subdued from exhaustion. Ranboo volunteers to keep an eye on you once you’re deemed “stable” (as in “not trying to actively leave”).

Phil is Reluctant to leave you in Ranboo’s care, but he was tired. The day had been long and rather draining. But Ranboo seemed so eager to help you, stay with you. So he, although reluctant to do so, leaves you in the care of Ranboo. They agreed to work in shifts before he left.

As he leaves, he gives you two a final look. Ranboo moves his chair closer to you, learning in and starts to talk to you. Honestly, Phil could care less about what conversation you two were having. He was only there to rescue you. There weren’t any ties between you two besides Ranboo, a common connection. All that mattered was you getting cured, out of the Egg’s clutches.

Tommy

This boy? When he’s told the Egg has you in its possession, he vehemently denies it. There’s absolutely no way it could’ve gotten you. I mean do they realize who they’re talking about? They’re talking about you- one of the strongest people on the smp!

Though a small part of him doubts that. Whispers that yes, you’re strong. But not strong enough to protect you from a danger like the Egg.

There’s absolutely no possibility that you were taken by the Egg. I mean come on, as mentioned above, you’re hella strong. You fought in so many wars and never fell for any of Dream’s lies. The last one is mostly why he believes the Egg doesn’t have you. If you can defy Dream’s manipulation, then the Egg should be no different. Right?

And so many people didn’t like him, so this had to be a joke. It was laughable, unbelievable. They thought they could get him so easily? Oh how wrong they were. Here, he can easily prove them wrong. Prove that it’s a prank. Mostly needs to prove it to himself though.

So when he walks around the smp, he keeps an eye out for you. He does it everywhere and eventually wanders to areas less frequented by him. That’s the level of “delusional” he’s at; you’re just hiding somewhere, far from him. This is a mean prank you’re pulling and very effective if the wanted product was a panicked Tommy.

Finally throws in the towel when he can’t find you anywhere after a week. He asked everyone on the smp for your location and got one of two answers; they either haven’t seen you or they saw you in the Badlands, near the Egg’s domain.

Now he wasn’t scared to go into the Badlands to look for you. Oh absolutely not! He was, in fact, absolutely terrified of the Egg. His reasoning for not going there boiled down to “the Egg doesn’t like him and wants him dead” and “there’s no way the egg got them”.

Enough time passes and he finally starts to accept the idea that the Egg may actually have you. When the thought pops up to look for you in the Badlands, he doesn’t question or fight it like before. Now accepting it with open arms, he heads to the Badlands. His worst fear will be laid to rest. You won’t be there.

Oh how wrong he was. When he gets closer to the Egg’s lair, he finally catches sight of you. It’d been weeks since he last saw you, and was ecstatic when he found you. A closer, more in depth look decimated any joy he had.

You were definitely a part of the eggpire with the signature red iris that obscured your natural eye color from the light. And it was also obvious that it was working you to death. Your body looked so much weaker than it ever had, besides grave injuries. Absolutely drained of all, fucking demented, lifeless were just a few things to describe your current state. It was so hard to look at. He knew he had to save you because the Egg was slowly killing you.

He executed the best plan he could conjure up in that little pea-brain of his; he’d “kidnap” you. A very simple plan, in all actuality. When the other eggpire members were away from you, he’d lure you away with just his presence. The Egg absolutely despised him, he was well aware of that. That’s why you were most likely chasing him, but he liked to believe you were coming with him willingly. Breaking from the Egg’s control.

Okay so he hadn’t planned on where he’d take you- BUT he did know you had to be taken far, far away. Far from the smp and especially the Egg. He’ll stop when he believes you’re too far from the Egg’s influence. A place you can finally rest and break free from the Egg. After that? Well it was obvious; he’d do everything in his fucking power to ensure that the Egg could never get ahold of, control or bother you again.

Tying you to the bedpost should be sufficient for now, right? Oh don’t worry about the long chain on it. It’s long enough for you to get into the bathroom and get business done. He’s a really considerate guy, huh? It’s only there to prevent you from running back to the Egg, he swears.

And look! You’re slowly becoming yourself again. It’s happening slowly, but Tommy can see the progress that’s already being made. And that makes him overjoyed.

Tubbo

The news of your disappearance couldn’t have come at a worse time. He had been told about one of the nukes being stolen and then the news that you were kidnapped right under his nose? Absolutely worse. All he felt was absolute rage and despair. First the nuke and now you? How could this get worse!

Finding out how you were taken can, apparently. Jack recounted how he last saw you with Bad. But it wasn’t like “oh they’re just chillin like homies”. No, it was about how Bad was carrying you to… somewhere. It was unclear where they went. Rather unfortunate how Jack had to deliver the news of two horrendous incidents at the same time.

Tubbo wanted to scold Jack for not stopping Bad, but he couldn’t. It wasn’t Jack’s fault. Well it was but wasn’t all at the same time. Telling Jack how he fucked up severely wouldn’t help the situation, and neither would yelling or any other destructive form of anger. Keeping his cool was his best option to solve the current crises.

He gets to work on solving both issues asap. Jack volunteers to find the missing nuke which left Tubbo to find you. Jack taking up the nuke issue was a blessing; he’d rather have Jack find the nuke than risk your safety.

Now since he’s left to look for you, he needs a plan to locate you. His best option? Getting help from the other residents, of course! They were more than happy to assist Tubbo. All of them get told the same story; the recount that Jack told Tubbo of the last appearance you made.

It isn’t long into the search before results were made. Puffy came back with your location. Your situation was less than favorable. Adding you being in the Badlands and so close to where the Egg laid, it was all clear. It appeared that you were under the Egg’s thumb. After all, if a friend calls out to you, a normal person wouldn’t just ignore them. And Puffy said she wasn’t too far away from you when she yelled for you. So something was obviously wrong.

Tubbo decides to give the Badlands a little visit. To give his own input on the situation, if you’d call it that. In all honesty, it was just to see you and see if the tales were true. Sadly, they were.

The next best thing would be to plan an escape for you. So the first attempt is him just trying to get you to leave on your own accord. And that plan was unsuccessful, which was less than surprising. Then he tries to physically drag you back. A hilarious sight, but another plan that was doomed to fail from the beginning. As a last resort, for that visit, he pulls out the puppy dog eyes and alligator tears. You were unfazed by his tactics. There go his immediate plans of freeing you.

Eventually you tire of his behavior and chase him away. You spare him some last words before you part ways though. “I don’t need to leave the Egg. I’m perfectly fine, so just leave me alone”.

That really made him upset, but he wasn’t going to give up on you just like that. No, you were his best friend. Best friends don’t give up on each other so easily. They stick with each other and get the other out of a nasty situation. And this was one nasty situation you got pulled into.

When he gets back, he relays all of the discoveries to the others. It was undeniable, unanimous; you had to be rescued. As they all talked it over, a smile grew on Tubbo’s face. Tubbo’s change in mood was dismissed easily; he was just excited to get his friend back. They weren’t half wrong with that.

Tubbo was more happy that it’d be easier to contain you. He could easily get you where he wanted you and keep you there under the pretense of “keeping you there for your safety”. And all he’d have to do is volunteer to care for you…

Purpled

Surprisingly, he meets you through the Egg. Well, properly meet you. Originally, he joined for the money. Some of the eggpire members were rather wealthy and paid handsomely for his services.

So to elaborate on how he “knew” you. He first found you when you first appeared on the smp. Being toured around by Dream. So logically he goes up to greet the new member. You want to make good impressions on people as soon as you can.

You two only exchange names before Dream starts to shoo Purpled off. Dream gives the excuse that you were his friend. Not Purpled’s. His. He didn’t know you well and this was his server, so he’d obviously give the best tour of it. Plus you two were also catching up on things you two had done.

Dream’s behavior peeved you. He was being rather rude to this stranger and rather irresponsible. If he was trying to seem good, he was doing a poor job of conveying that.

You argued with Dream to allow this other person to come along with y’all. The argument doesn’t last long before Dream finally shoots it down and pulls you away for the rest of the tour.

Purpled was awed, felt so loved. You argued back at Dream of all people, and just for him. To defend him and let you come along with him. God you must be an angel in disguise, a true treasure. People as gracious as you are hard to come by nowadays.

After that, he does his best to become your friend. He does all the research on you that he can and watches your behaviors. Noting what you like and what you do throughout the day. Just the normal stuff, ya’know.

Without you knowing it, you had become such a precious thing to him. You’d become his best friend. Yes you two didn’t talk often at all, but you two were still friends. After all, he knew everything about you. Your favorite color, your favorite place to hang out, which genre of books you like, what muffin you get at Niki’s bakery, how you like your tea and coffee. Just the normal stuff a best friend would need to know.

Also collected things of yours. Things you came in contact with. If you left them, that meant you didn’t want them. And if you didn’t want them anymore, then they were free for the taking. This was all obvious stuff.

Another surprising thing; he became too busy with the egg to even notice your disappearance. With how much he was around you, he would’ve noticed you go missing within seconds. Yet he wasn’t around to keep you safe, now was he? No he wasn’t. He was away collecting some of the dumbest things for the egg.

He was rather annoyed when he was told of the soon-to-be new member of the eggpire. Great, another egg freak he’d have to deal with. Right now, he could really use a pick-me-up. Visiting you wouldn’t hurt- apparently it can because he was almost immediately put to work after being told the news.

After prepping for the initiation process, he was more than peeved. It’d been weeks since he last saw you. It was some of the worst weeks of his life. All he needed right now was you- oh boy.

Well he wishes were granted because there you were, being inducted into the egg cult. Man he should’ve been a bit more careful on what he wished for, but whatever. You were here now. Once it’s all over, he goes to properly greet you as an eggpire member and tours you around. So since you like the egg and he likes the egg, you wanna keep talking?

Will do everything in his power to keep you under the Egg’s control. If anybody comes in hopes of rescuing you, they’d have to deal with Purpled first. They’d usually never get past him, defeated by his hand and sent away.

It was in “your” best interest to stay with the egg. Really it was his, but you believed it too.

Those egg-cult freaks kept preaching about how the Egg would give people anything they asked or craved. Now that you were here, Purpled supposed it was true. After all, you were what he wanted after all. He is best friend by his side forever. What else could he ask for?

#tw: yandere #tw: cult #tw: obsession #c: ranboo #c: tommy #c: tubbo #c: purpled #dodo writing #ranboo x reader #yandere ranboo x reader #dsmp!ranboo #dsmp!ranboo x reader #tommy x reader #dsmp!tommy #dsmp!tommy x reader #yandere tommy x reader #dsmp x reader #yandere #mcyt x reader #yandere tubbo x reader #tubbo x reader #dsmp!tubbo #dsmp!tubbo x reader #purpled x reader #dsmp!purpled #yandere purpled x reader #dsmp! purpled x reader #tw: kidnapping #tw: cursing #dsmp shipping

[rainbowbutterfrosting]

The Revived - Chapter 6: A Talk

This is chapter 6 of the dream smp fic @dramaticsnakes and I are writing. Thank you to @r0w3n-1n-d0ugh for beta-reading this chapter!

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Characters in this chapter: Wilbur, Tubbo, Ranboo, Ghostbur, Phil

Word count: 2,988

Cw:  Eating/food, major angst, loneliness, bottling up emotions, trust issues, fear of abandonment, discussions of betrayal, implied suicidal thoughts, loss of purpose

Fic summary: Wilbur was alive, and it was such a magnificent feeling, that made his mind spark with anticipation. It didn’t take long, however, for Wilbur to realize that this new breath of life, was not just his own. An echo-y voice hides in the back of his mind, and before he knows it, the transparent version of him he saw at the endless train station, is a lot more ingrained than he’d expected him to be.

And Wilbur really shouldn’t care. Because he’d be damned, if he spent the life he’d awaited for so long, babysitting a lost cause of a ghost, stuck in the very same limbo Wilbur spent so long in. It was an even exchange, and one Wilbur wasn’t going to mess with. Why exactly he ends up setting out to get the ghost out of his mind, in order to save the both of them, however, is beyond him. And perhaps Wilbur’s past isn’t as easy to leave behind, as he’d hoped it would be.

The table was already set before they walked down, three chairs and a hightop were around the table. As Michael sprinted towards the dining room, everyone else walked at a moderate pace. Wilbur found himself sitting at the chair furthest away from the little family. While Wilbur didn’t mind imposing on most things, the domestic scene before him appeared private, as Tubbo gently lifted Michael to the highchair. Everyone sat down, and as Wilbur saw the food on the plate, he realized that it had once again been quite a bit since he ate. He looked at the inviting steak, and cut off a piece of it with his knife and fork, shoving it into his mouth, embracing the taste.

“What’s that?” Ghostbur asked in awe, causing Wilbur to feel a little abashed, as he realized what was going on. Wilbur swallowed. “Mm, this steak is really good,” he said in response, and Ghostbur gasped excitedly.

The steak was actually quite delicious. He didn’t remember tasting Tubbo’s cooking in a while, which of course made sense, all the years at a train station considered and all. Though this was clearly food, made by someone who cooked proper meals frequently, which was an interesting change, from their time in the wars. A change that left a strange stinging sensation in Wilbur’s chest that showed up uninvited every once in a while, but was fairly easy to quench. 

“Thank you!” Tubbo said with a cheerful smile.

“There wasn’t much food in limbo, you know.” Wilbur commented, eating a bigger piece, “In fact, there wasn’t anything. I tried to lick the walls once or twice, but they tasted worse than the walls in this world.”

Tubbo’s face turned slightly pale, and he chuckled awkwardly. “How do you know-” he trailed off and shook his head, “Nevermind.”

At that moment, Wilbur realized that all this time being dead, made people look at Wilbur strangely, and treat his comments with a new sort of hesitance. What would usually have been met with laughter, was met with stares and grim silence. 

But Wilbur’s words were just something everyone else would have to get used to eventually.

Ranboo sat next to Michael, cutting the steak on Michael’s plate into tiny pieces. He tried, to little avail, to put a piece into Michael’s mouth, which Michael looked away from quickly. “Come on, Michael, it’s dinner time,” he said gently.

Tubbo turned to his husband and his child- which was a sentence Wilbur still hadn’t gotten quite used to thinking- and tried to assist. He smiled nervously, as he grabbed another little piece. “It’s good for you, Michael. And delicious!” he took a piece from his own place and ate it, followed by an overexaggerated hum of satisfaction. 

Ranboo took the fork and asked Michael, “Do you want it?”

Michael shook his head no, slightly pouting. Ranboo gasped, “But steak is so good! Well…” he aimed the fork for his mouth instead of Michael’s. “I’ll gladly take it, steak is one of the best things ever.” When Ranboo opened his mouth to eat the steak, Michael made grabby hands towards the fork.

Ranboo barely held back a laugh, “But this is my steak isn’t it?”

Michael shook his head again and moved his head towards the fork. Ranboo smiled, his plan working exactly how he expected it to, “Alright, I’ll let you have a bite.”

Ranboo led the fork to Michael’s mouth as the toddler took it gratefully. Michael even dared to make a face towards his father that could only be described as a pure soul attempting to look evil. Ranboo gasped dramatically, “I thought we taught you better than such manners!”

Michael snorted as he opened his mouth for another bite. Ranboo cut up a small piece of steak when he was casually interrupted by a series of knocks on the door. The specific pattern flew by Wilbur, but he felt instinctively that they were a planned order. Tubbo got up at the same time as Ranboo.

“I’ll get it,” Tubbo assured him.

“You already made dinner. I’ll do it,” Ranboo pushed his chair back in.

Tubbo walked towards the door, “I’ve got it, Boo, spend some time with Michael.” Ranboo’s shoulders noticeably relaxed at the nickname.

“Alright,” Ranboo sat back down and picked up Michael’s fork. He led it towards the toddler as routine, occasionally making comments about how he wished for a bite so Michael wouldn’t get suspicious. 

Wilbur took the moment to remember his recent conversation with Ranboo. Why did Ranboo believe Dream was such an antagonist to imply that it was obvious why he held such distaste for him? There wasn’t blood on Dream’s green hoodie, but Ranboo clearly saw it on his hands in a way Wilbur couldn’t understand. “Why do you hate Dream?”

Ranboo tensed, “I- well, hate isn’t the word I would describe it as…” While Michael was chewing he ate a piece for himself. If Ranboo was actually hungry or trying to delay the conversation, Wilbur would never know.

“Then describe it.” Wilbur was tired of the lack of knowledge he knew. Before he was decently satisfied, but his curiosity demanded more when Ranboo mentioned Dream. 

Ranboo chewed on his steak, clearly longer than he needed to. “It’s not really too important on the word choice, it’s just-” Ranboo looked at Michael with a fondness as he slowly got another bite for the boy. “He’s done a lot of things,” Ranboo’s voice was almost a whisper.

Ghostbur hummed, “People don’t really like Dream. I can’t recall much of him, but… he did something bad. No, a lot of things bad. He did some bad stuff to… to Tommy! Made him really sad.”

Wilbur nodded from Ghostbur’s explanation as it was more helpful than Ranboo’s. He was about to ask what Dream did to Tommy, but his thoughts were interrupted when Tubbo spoke, “Guess what, Michael, Grandpa’s here!” Wilbur looked over and saw Phil rolling his eyes at Tubbo’s word choice. 

Wilbur remained quiet as Phil’s eyes lingered on him. 

Phil’s expression was akin to concern, and Wilbur wasn’t that fond of it. Once again, he felt as if he was on display, and as if he’d given something away he should’ve kept to himself. “Techno said you’d be here,” Phil said quietly, and he waited for a few moments as if he wanted a response.

Wilbur didn’t know what satisfying response he could give. “Did he?” he asked, trying to keep his tone light, as he jokingly added, “You know, I almost managed to forget how much of a bastard that guy was.” Ghostbur gasped in a worried kind of way, though he didn’t say a thing out loud.

Phil hummed and walked towards Michael. He gave the toddler a fond pat on the head, a gesture that reminded Wilbur far too much of a less tainted past. Phil looked at Ranboo and Tubbo. “He’s grown a bit since the last time I saw him,” he said.

“He has, hasn’t he?” Tubbo said proudly, “He’s been eating well too, mostly. We had to take away the yellow crayons. He has quite a taste for gold.” he chuckled.

Phil laughed, as he continued to pat Michael, who had excited sparks in his eyes. When Phil turned his face towards Wilbur however, it changed from laughter to a simple smile. Wilbur had the urge to walk away, though he stayed put, taking some more bites of his steak. “Listen…” Phil said, after a few casual greetings to the child and the parents, “Can I talk to you for a second, mate?”

Wilbur tensed up because he knew it was directed at him. The word alone hung in the air as well, implying that this would not be where the conversation took place. In short, that meant this was a serious conversation, and unfortunately, Wilbur had a vague idea of what it was going to be about. He nodded, more sheepishly than he would’ve liked to, and stood up from the table. Phil excused the both of them, and the two of them left the room together.

When Phil opened the door to the outside, Wilbur started to wonder if this was the moment he would be backstabbed, though he knew the reasoning was much more emotional and intangible than something like that. A backstabbing would be easy to tackle. A conversation with a concerned father was a lot less simple.

The two stood outside in the snow, and Wilbur was reminded of their first meeting after his revival. “What is it?” Wilbur said sharply.

“Wil…” Phil said softly, “I uh- I was wondering if you’re doing alright.”

Wilbur scoffed at the question, “I clearly am.”

“Wilbur,” Phil said more sternly, though not out of anger but more so out of concern. “I’m worried about your… safety- that might be the best way to put it.”

Wilbur nodded, but he barely meant it, “Understood, Mr. Minecraft, I’ll make sure to look both ways before crossing the street.” The words meant to come out in a playful way, but they were sharp with edges that hurt himself along with Phil.

“No, I-” Phil closed his eyes, focusing on his word choice. He opened them again with a look that lingered in melancholy but tried to look hopeful for Wilbur’s sake. “Techno told me about… your burns and I…” Phil took a deep breath in to try and address the topic directly, “Why did you go into the nether without any armor?” The words were quiet, but solid by themselves. 

Wilbur couldn’t hold back an eye-roll from how many times he’d been asked that today, Phil slightly frowned at this. “I mean, it doesn’t exactly matter much anymore. I’ll be more careful next time I go.”

Phil pursed his lips, “You don’t understand the point.” Phil sighed, “I’m worried about you.”

Although it shouldn’t have, it caught Wilbur off-guard. He didn’t ask why, because he knew he’d get a default answer about how he was a human being and his son and probably a sob fest that he’d heard before. He wasn’t a child anymore. He knew his place in the world. His place didn’t have any room for his father’s concerns. “I don’t need your pity about how it’s hard for me to get used to living again.” Wilbur didn’t even intend for that to slip out. He didn’t need to tell Phil anything. He didn’t need someone to be against him despite acting like they cared.

A part of him painfully thought how that description didn’t fit only one person.

“I know it takes a bit of practice?” Phil awkwardly laughed before his calm tone returned, “But you can’t get better at being alive by being reckless. It would be like saying you can’t use any measuring spoons while baking. I- We’ve got spoons, there’s no need to go through extra pain.”

“What the fuck does me going into the nether and tripping have to do with spoons?”

Phil’s tone softened, “You know what I mean.”

Wilbur looked at the snow around him, not being able to bear Phil’s sad look anymore. “I frankly don’t.”

Silence lingered in the air. It wasn’t a comfortable silence that made you enjoy the moment. It was harsh and uncomfortable to breathe in.

“Wilbur…” The tone of Phil’s voice tugged on a part of him. It was an idiotic part that needed to acknowledge that he wasn’t going to be Phil’s child again. He was just a disaster of a failed nation that everyone seemed wary of. 

A disaster of a son as well.

“You should go home.” Wilbur refused to meet his father’s eyes. Instead, he stared at his white breaths in the frozen air. 

“I don’t want you to leave again without me knowing when you’re coming back,” Wilbur told himself that he didn’t hear the small crack in Phil’s voice. He wanted to go into his father’s arms and have a moment where the two were together in a warm house in front of the fireplace. Instead, he settled on wrapping his own arms around himself. They weren’t warm to his body. They didn’t provide what he needed. Tears formed in his eyes at the thought of going home with Phil and pretending that things weren’t different now.

But everything was different. He hated that. He hated how the only laugh he would get was a small chuckle as everyone assumed he was a child that didn’t know the dangers of the world. He died three times. He knew danger better than anyone else would. He’d been betrayed more times than he could count on both of his hands. What if Phil got the courage to stab him unprompted? To bring a sword in the night and take care of everyone’s problem? “You should go,” Wilbur’s sobs almost escaped him as tears silently slid down his face. 

Phil sighed. “You know where to go if you… yeah…” Phil’s footsteps moved through the snow behind him, slow at first, only a pause stopping them. Phil wanted Wilbur to ask him to come back. Wilbur knew this. He knew he was an asshole, but he needed independence. It was ironic that he fought for L’Manburg’s, yet, it was still out of reach for him. 

After a few seconds of mutual silence, Phil’s steps continued, fading slowly. When they stopped again, Wilbur turned, perhaps to apologize but saw no one in sight. It took him a moment to realize Phil already went through the nether portal. 

Phil was gone.

He wasn’t coming back. Wilbur put a hand over his mouth, he had learned to cry silently during one of the wars. A quite useful skill if you asked him.

But no one would ask him. He was a fucking idiot that couldn’t hold onto anyone, no matter how much they asked him to stay. Yet, no matter how much he held on, he was always alone. They didn’t even leave on day one or two. No, no, no. They had to leave years after he knew them. They had to make Wilbur think he could actually hold onto them before they left.

Wilbur’s legs collapsed as he sobbed into his hand. He put his other hand on top to make sure he didn’t make a noise. He didn’t need Tubbo nor Ranboo to discover how pathetic he was. They had their family. They were happy. They didn’t need Wilbur. No one did. Tommy held a grudge against him, Technoblade thought of him as an annoying child who couldn’t handle himself, and Tubbo only took him in out of pity. 

And that didn’t even touch on Ranboo. Ranboo must’ve hated him by now. He asked a few too many questions, lingered on topics a little too long. 

He supposed that Michael cared about him. But at such an age, the kid probably cared about every little piece of grass. He wasn’t special. He was just another blade of grass that could barely make an impact. His unfinished symphony was a finished crater covered in glass, his name typically regarded out of spite instead of love. The feeling was mutual. 

“I- why did neither of you say goodbye? I thought after 6 months apart you would be constantly talking, since being in here is really lonely…” Ghostbur’s voice started to crack as small cries escaped from him. “I thought time makes the heart grow fonder, not angry and sad. No, bitter. That's a better word for it.”

Wilbur spluttered slightly, as he scoffed through the sobs. “No no, it’s… Thank you, Ghostbur, but it’s-” he stopped, his eyes widening, and his heart seeming to take a break from beating for one fleeting moment. “Excuse me-” he said, his eyebrows suddenly furrowed, “How long did you say we’d been apart?”

“Half a month. No, wait, half a year but also six months since they’re the same. Well, there’s probably a few more days added-”

Ghostbur was cut off by Wilbur’s astonished words, “I- I wasn’t there six months.”

The disbelief rang through his ears louder than Ghostbur could ever speak. Thirteen years hadn’t passed. Thirteen and a half years hadn’t passed.

Six months.

Just six months.

#dream smp #dream smp fanfic #wilbur soot #ghostbur #tubbo #ranboo #michael #c!michael #c!wilbur #c!tubbo #c!ranboo #philza #c!philza

[anymal28]

I know I said I wasn't doing anymore theories, but I just want to say one last thing.

Like Tommy said, the Disc War has been going on since the very beginning. That's what started this whole thing. And when you look at it, Tommy definitely has put his Discs aside so many times to help L'manberg and his friends. He gave up his discs to get L'manberg independence in the beginning. He put them aside during the election and during Wilbur's insanity arc. He spent all that time trying to regain his homeland. And it's like he said, now that they have L'manberg secure and his best friend is leading, he finally has the time to get his Discs back once and for all.

Everything Tommy said during his stream today made sense, at least to me it did. He put his personal priorities aside for so long, and now he has the chance to fulfill those priorities. And as soon as he tries to do that, he's struck down by his closest allies.

The position he holds makes things very difficult. And again, Tommy told Tubbo that he can't fully take on the responsibility of Vice President until his Disc War is over. Tommy warned Tubbo of this. And as soon as Tommy made a move for the discs, Dream retaliated by attacking L'manberg. Tommy's attack on George's house had nothing to do with L'manberg. Tommy warned Tubbo that Dream is trying to turn them against each other, that's why Dream attacked L'manberg and pinned the blame on Tommy.

And this leads to my previous idea. I believe that if Tommy didn't have such a high position in the L'manberg cabinet, then Dream probably wouldn't have reacted the way he did. And now Tubbo has been backed into a corner, either exile Tommy or let Dream build the walls higher. Tubbo said he doesn't want to exile Tommy and he has no plans to, but I think we all know that Tubbo tries to prioritize L'manberg's needs above others, and that's good, that's what a good president would do. Tubbo also said he'd try and help Tommy in any way he can with the discs, but he can't risk L'manberg for one person. And we all saw that Tommy has Ranboo on his side, and the likelihood of Tommy becoming allies with Techno again are very low, but not zero.

With this information, I still think it's in Tommy's best interest to step down from Vice President for the time being. And with these new events that have occured, maybe it is best that Tommy leaves L'manberg temporarily. He's not going to stop until he's secured all his discs, so I think it best that he cuts all ties with L'manberg, at least until his war is over. He could go back to Pogtopia, maybe look for some willing individuals to help aid him in this fight without risking danger to L'manberg.

And Tommy's decision is not selfishness. Like Ranboo said, Tommy isn't being selfish. If he was, he wouldn't have covered for Ranboo and taken the full blame for robbing George. And he definitely wouldn't have put these priorities aside for as long as he did. He's taking the opportunities he's seeing to finally do his own thing.

But then you look at what Dream's doing to get the discs. Dream built the wall and claimed it was for George. But after today, I think we can assume that the walls were built to make L'manberg bow down to Dream's hand. Dream specifically said the only thing he cares about on the SMP is the discs. That implies that he doesn't care about George. He doesn't care about Fundy, who just so happens to be his fiance and they're getting married in a couple days. All Dream wants is complete power over everyone and everything. And he's willing to risk everything to get what he wants. That is selfishness.

And addressing the ideas that Tubbo is turning into the next Schlatt and Tommy is turning into the next Wilbur. I don't think that's happening. See, Wilbur lost all hope, he gave up. All he wanted was to destroy the things he couldn't have, and he was labeled insane. And Schlatt was an okay ruler until he started to slowly go crazy after the festival. Both Wilbur and Schlatt felt like they lost everything and everyone, so they gave up.

But Tommy and Tubbo aren't like that. They aren't giving up. They're not giving in to the threat. Tommy isn't trying to destroy the things he lost, he's trying his damnest to get it back. He's thinking of strategies and he's playing it risky, but not risky enough to label him crazy. He's not purposely trying to put everyone's lives on the line to get what he wants. And Tubbo is just trying to look out for his country. Tubbo doesn't want to betray Tommy, if he did, he would've exiled Tommy as soon as it was suggested to him. Tubbo's trying to find a way to help Tommy and keep L'manberg safe. He wants to stay neutral and safe, but help his friend at the same time.

Tommy and Tubbo are not becoming Wilbur and Schlatt. They are writing their own stories and trying to stay with each other, even though their stories are slowly pulling them in different directions. Wilbur and Schlatt had similar stories. Both wanted what was best at first, but as time went on and things seemed hopeless, they both succumbed to their fears. Wilbur and Schlatt were friends at one point, but they let their stories tear them apart, only for them to meet up again in the end on bad terms. Tommy and Tubbo are trying to avoid that. And I feel like that's what fans seem to not realize. You can't just look at the characters on the outside, you have to go deeper, try and figure out the meanings behind certain dialogues. Fans are so quick to judge the character after they say a certain line, that they don't notice the other things.

(FYI) Just so we're all on the same page, I'm getting out the last of my ideas before I ditch this whole theory thing, so there will be some different theories in this post.

On the topic of Fundy and Dreams marriage. I saw the skepticism that Dream was cheating on Fundy with George, and I think that might be canon. It's very likely that Dream is cheating on Fundy with George because Dream intended to give George flowers, but had to cover it up when Fundy overheard him. And Dream was supposedly so angry about George's house being destroyed, that he felt the need to built walls around L'manberg. Dream has also been such a simp lately for George, and it's been obvious so please don't come after me for saying it. It doesn't help that Dream and Fundy are on opposing sides. And after today with Dream admitting he only cared about the discs, I think that might've impacted his and Fundy's relationship.

The wedding is in a couple days. There's not a doubt in my mind that Dream will ruin it somehow. He's either not going to show up at all. He's going to leave Fundy at the alter. Or he's just going to say no. I don't think this wedding is going to go well at all.

And again, I think Dream is portraying a massive act of selfishness. To me, he's kind of acting like Wilbur in a way. He's going crazy trying to gain ultimate power and he just can't. Dream seems to be having his own insane arc. But the terrifying thing about Dream's arc that separates him from Wilbur, is that Dream knows exactly what he wants and he has too many ways to get it, there's just obstacles that slow him down. Wilbur's insane arc was awful, yeah, but Dream's can be so much worse. He's being driven by his hunger for power, but he's also willing to throw away everything to get it. I don't know why, but I just find Dream's insane arc to be a lot more terrifying than anyone elses.

If we're going to compare characters to see the parallels, then we're going about it the wrong way. Again, it's not Tommy and Tubbo becoming Wilbur and Schlatt. Think about it more as Dream slowly following the same path as Wilbur, but instead of giving up at the end of the road, he keeps going and walks right off the edge. As for Schlatt's parallel, he might not have one. Maybe it could end up being Tubbo, maybe it won't.

Also Techno had a place in here somewhere, but I forgot what I was going to say about him, oops.

So yeah, that's basically my last goodbye theory. Like I said before, maybe one or two will appear here and there. Like today, I really felt the need to get this out and this was the only place I could do it. But I'm really just going to try and stop with the fixating and the theorizing.

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[ufuckingpastry]

Amongst Feathers and Emeralds

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Chapter 1

Content Warning: Trauma/Dealing with Trauma, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Hallucinations, Derealization, PTSD, Referenced Suicide Attempt, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm

This fic is based on the characters in the DreamSMP, not the content creators. Any views expressed in this fic are not a reflection of the content creators in any shape or form.

Note: I do use terms in this that are meant replace terms used in the Homestuck quadrant system with words that would fit in the Dream SMP universe. See the relationship note below.

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Chapter 2: In the Place We Call Our Own

The ghost returned. 

Technoblade saw it out of the corner of his eyes most days now. Wisping around like disturbed mist, just out of reach, just within sight. It left a permanent tension in his shoulders, a paranoid glance around every so often, and a hyperawareness that still left him jumping at the slightest unexpected touch. After the third time Technoblade jumped that morning, Phil grabbed his shoulder and turned him around purposely. Technoblade's eyes skittered away, unable to look at his friend's worried gaze.

"Techno," Phil started, his hand sliding down to hold his. "Are you okay? You've been… off ever since the incident." The incident. It's what Phil started to call his hallucination of Tommy. Phil avoided talking about it, like it was a curse. Like some terrible disease he wanted to let rot someone else's soul. Technoblade squeezed his hand and heaved out a sigh.

“I’m alright. I…” he trailed off, holding the words back on his tongue. He had promised not to keep things from Phil and he knew what keeping him out of the loop did to him. And yet… And yet he felt like he couldn’t. He couldn’t tell Phil why. He couldn’t tell him the things he saw. The things he saw in the waking world and in dreaming nightmares.

What could Phil even do to help? Phil slept with him most nights now, his feathers a comforting weight on his side. Even though he knew why Phil slept with him, why he followed him into every room he could, and waited outside the door of others. Phil didn’t trust him to be alone. Not anymore. Not after so many incidents where he put himself into harm’s way. He didn’t even seem to trust Ranboo to be the only person to stay with him. Phil trusted Ranboo, of course he did. But what if Ranboo couldn’t stop Technoblade? What if Technoblade was so blinded with his hurts and his anger at the thing that made him this way that he hurt Ranboo without remorse. What then?

So Technoblade kept silent. It pained him. It made his chest ache to do so, but he saw no other choice. And, eventually, Phil stopped asking. And that.

That hurt worse.

Days passed after the incident, but Technoblade didn’t have another hallucination like the Tommy incident. Perhaps it was because he threw himself into his work, into helping Phil with anything he needed. Technoblade wanted to prove to him, prove to Phil that he was okay. That he was getting better. Prove to Phil that he didn’t need to glance his way and worry himself sick. Because he knew that’s what Phil was doing. Even when he wasn’t looking, Technoblade still knew Phil worried. It wasn't something he could stop easily, no matter what he tried to do.

And then, eventually, he did start to feel… better. To a degree. He was doing better. He hadn’t had as many nightmares, hadn’t been caught with another hallucination, hadn’t had any problems that Phil could see. And slowly, Phil seemed to stop worrying so hard. Phil left him alone more often, let him out of his sight for longer and longer periods of time. Phil seemed to think he was getting better too. It was going to be okay.

It would be okay.

Even if Technoblade had to pretend that it was okay for Phil to stop looking at him like that, it would be

okay.

A few weeks later, and Technoblade was no longer sure it was going to be okay. It had been… rough. Somehow. Somehow he had fallen back into the mess of his mind. The ghost was back, even if he couldn’t see its form, he could feel its eyes watching him. He stuck closer to Phil, but he had been doing well. And Phil felt like he could trust him enough for the next step forward.

“Do you really have to leave?” Technoblade asked as Philza opened the door. He looked back to Techno, the expression reading regret and worry. Technoblade wanted to bury himself in Phil’s arms, beg him to stay, plead that he never left for any reason. But he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t do that to Phil. He was already grounded; Technoblade didn’t want to lock him in a cage too. Some of his feelings must have shown on his face because Phil stepped forward and pulled him up against his arms. Technoblade fell into his arms, embracing his best friend tightly. He could feel the brush of wings as they encircled them. There was safety in these wings; he knew that deep in his soul. Tension seeped out of his shoulders as Phil pressed his forehead to Technoblade’s. His voice was soft when he spoke again.

“I have to, mate. I won’t be gone for very long. It’ll take a few days, but I’ll try to come back sooner.” He squeezed Technoblade, inhaling a breath that felt far too shaky. They parted after a moment, both hesitant to let go first. Phil’s wings folded on his back, but his hand came up to cup Technoblade’s cheek. “I promise I’ll come back, Techno. I’ll always come back to you.” Technoblade leaned into the touch and sighed. He touched Phil’s arm, and closed his eyes, memorizing the feeling of his hand on his cheek. Phil breathed out and rubbed his thumb on his cheek.

When Philza left, Technoblade leaned back on his hooves and blinked away the wetness in his eyes. He was not going to cry less than a minute after Phil left. He had spent far too much time in the last month on crying, hidden, locked away where Phil couldn't, wouldn't see. Any more felt like overkill at this point. He lifted his lip up around one of his tusks, finding a point in middle distance to unfocus on. He should be better by now. It had been a month since he had been with the egg. A month! Phil said the corruption disappeared from his face a few days into his recovery, though he could still feel the scars where they burrowed into his flesh. He hadn’t been back to L’Manberg since. If they needed anything from there, Ranboo usually came back with it. Phil hadn’t left either, but now he needed to. He was moving more of his stuff over from one of his secret bases. For him to be gone for a few days meant the base must be far. Technoblade could handle a few days without Phil. Just a few days… alone…

That thought, imagining being alone for a few days, sent panic crawling up his spine. His mouth dried, his heart thrummed, and the scars in his face ached. His breath quickened and he could almost hear the voice in the back of his head, hear the egg’s whispers, praising him for returning back to it, and, and, and

Technoblade squeezed his fists together until they shook. He resolutely turned his back on the growing panic. He would… he would… Potions. They needed more potions. He could make more potions and it would be fine.

Technoblade poured over his books, collecting supplies and more stands and brewing them until his breathing slowed and the voices in his head were quiet enough he could pretend they didn’t exist. He put the potions away slowly, breathing in and out in time with his movements. Once they were put away, he settled down by the fireplace, focusing on keeping the fire alive. How was he going to survive a few days without Phil if the thought alone sent him into a panic? Technoblade dropped his head into his hands. Why wasn’t he better already? It had been a month! Why wasn’t he better!

He growled and pushed to his feet and began to pace to burn off the sudden burst of aggression. Brewing had taken most of the day and the night was creeping in. He was not afraid of the dark, nor of what spawned in the dark. But being alone in the dark, trying to sleep without the knowledge Phil was nearby…

Well. Technoblade breathed out as he slowed to a stop. It wouldn’t be the first time he went without sleep and, no matter how hard Phil tried to prevent it, it wouldn’t be the last. Steve growled softly, lifting his head to stare at the piglin. Technoblade stepped over and pressed his face into Steve’s fur, trying to block out the rest of the world.

It worked for a few hours, until a knock on the door startled him upright, his sword already drawn out of habit. He pushed the door slowly, weapon ready to defend, but he paused when there came a chirp. Technoblade lowered the sword with an exasperated sigh.

“Ranboo, you nearly scared me half to death. What are you doing out this late?” Technoblade asked, stepping back so Ranboo could walk in. Which. He did not do. “Uh? Ranboo?” Technoblade ducked into the doorframe, leaning out so he could get a better look at—oh.

Ranboo tilted his head at Technoblade, the unfocused and glazed over look giving away the enderwalk immediately. He chirped again, then set the grass block he’d been holding down in front of the door. Technoblade followed the motion with his eyes, then slowly brought them up to look at Ranboo some more. The kid was just standing there, smiling. It would’ve been creepy if Technoblade didn’t know him. Actually, scratch that. The enderwalk thing was creepy still, but…

“Maybe I should come with you. To make sure you don’t get into any trouble," Technoblade said carefully, measuring out his words so it didn't sound like he cared thaaaat much.

Ranboo vwooped and turned away. He walked down the steps as Technoblade hurried to grab some warmer layers to put on top of his armor. He chased Ranboo down, who was busy digging up another grass block. Technoblade fell into step with him, watching him as he walked. It was. Calming. Soothing to just be with someone. Phil and him would do that a lot, just exist with each other. Ranboo and him hadn’t ever just existed with each other, not like this. They didn’t stray too far from the house; just walked around the property. Technoblade eyed the mobs outside the fence and walked in a way that would protect Ranboo from any stray arrows. The kid wasn’t wearing any armor. Hell, he wasn’t even wearing the winter cloak he made for him.

Technoblade chewed his lip. He might just. Go back in and get it for him. But no, he didn’t know Ranboo’s house well enough to know where he would put it and he didn’t want to go rummaging around in his chests. He knew well enough how that felt. A memory came to him unbidden, of finding Tommy underneath his house, finding him stealing his golden apples and gold and-

Ranboo vwooped. The sound pulled Technoblade out of his thoughts. He turned to face the half-enderman. His eyes studied Ranboo as he studied him back. Whenever Ranboo did this… enderwalking thing… his eyes never stayed focused. There was a purple tint to his eyes. It made the red eye look even deeper, even darker, more like blood than rubies. On the other hand, the purple tint muddled the green. Turned it to dirt, to mud. It sent a twitch to Technoblade’s hand to wipe it clean, to bring his friend back to the emerald he was used to.

But now, almost as if Ranboo knew his thoughts, knew the dark places he lingered in, the line he toed between light and a dark, bottomless pit of his worst fears, the half-enderman stared at him. Locked eyes, even though Ranboo normally looked a little to the left of him. Technoblade felt pinned by the gaze, by the silent stare of his friend who was not quite there. The hint of purple still darkened his eyes.

Ranboo was the first to look away, not that Techno felt he could even try on his own. He set down the grass block he had been carrying. Technoblade hrmed at that. Hopefully, the snow would cover it soon. It was such a stark contrast to the rest of the property and he wondered if Ranboo had done it on purpose.

“Bruh,” he complained. “Think of my property value.” Ranboo only chirped in response. The piglin sighed and went to dig it back up, but Ranboo was walking away. Another grass block appeared in his hand. Technoblade would have thought by magic, if not for the convenient hole in the ground. “Bruuuuuuuuuuuuuh.” He hurried after Ranboo, falling into step with him. He could fix it tomorrow. Right now, keeping an eye on Ranboo was more important. Technoblade glanced up at the stars, huffing out a cold breath. He had never really looked at the stars before, not past when he was trying to find his way around. The living GPS, that was him. For sure.

But… after his time trapped underground…

“Did,” he started quietly, more thoughtful than actually asking a question. “Did you know the first time I saw the stars, I thought it was glowstone? I thought, if I could tower high enough, I’d be able to reach them? Touch them. Mine them out. Do you see that one? I wanted to take that one home with me. I even made a lantern for it.” Techno laughed quietly to himself. His gaze lowered to the snow with a sigh. “Phil taught me what they were. He laughed at me when I asked if he’d help me mine out the star. I cried for a week when he told me we’d never reach them. But he did make me this.” Technoblade showed Ranboo his hand, pointing out an old, worn ring. It was made of glowstone, of nether gold, and hardened with quartz. Ranboo tilted his head. It would have looked like he was listening, if Technoblade didn’t know better.

“He told me it was blessed by the stars. I was young then. Er, younger. I believed him. Of course, I did. He had never lied to me. What else was I going to do? I found out, later, that he had made up the story for me. To comfort me. I. I never blamed him for it. It was a comfort. It is a comfort. And, unlike the stars, it will never stop glowing.” Technoblade smiled fondly at the memory. Next to him, Ranboo chirred. It sounded almost like encouragement, to keep going. It felt easier to talk now. Perhaps it was because he knew Ranboo wouldn’t remember this in the morning. If that made him a bad person, for taking advantage of his friend in this way… Well, he had committed worse crimes.

And so, he told him. Finding the words was hard. It was infinitely hard. The burden he carried felt heavier by the minute, with every word he spoke into existence. Technoblade told Ranboo about when Bad and Antfrost trapped him with the egg. He told him about the way it wrapped its vines around his skull, around his throat. How it buried inside him and gripped his heart. He told him about the ghost he saw, the ghost he still saw everywhere. The ghost of the egg haunting him, beckoning him back, encouraging him to leave this place, his home, and return to it.

“And for what? Power?” He laughed bitterly, slapping a hand to his head. “What do I lack in power? Phil and I destroyed nations. We were young; we felt ageless! I mean, have you seen our sparring room? He and I have cracked enough scars in the world I’m surprised it’s still standing! I still have enough withers to wipe out everything! We blew up an entire country to bedrock! What power do I still lack!” His laughter faded, his smile morphing into a frown. Technoblade stared down at his hand. He closed it into a fist, opened it, and closed it, and opened it again. His hands were cold. His body, warm as it usually was, felt cold. He should go inside. He should go rest with Steve. Phil would worry if he stayed out so late.

Chilled hands rested on his and he startled to see Ranboo touching him. He looked up, checking his eyes. They were too far from the torchlight. Still within the fences, but the darkness made it hard to tell if he was still affected by the enderwalk. But Ranboo chirped, vwooping in Ender. Technoblade relaxed. He still hadn’t woken yet. He didn’t know if he could continue this conversation if Ranboo was awake. Ranboo squeezed his hands, a gentle rumble emanating from him. Speaking was still hard, but he tried.

“I don’t… I didn’t remember what happened, not exactly. I feel like…” He bit his lip and looked away. He hadn’t admitted this to anyone, not even to himself. But, with Ranboo here, with Ranboo listening (sort of), it felt easier to admit. Somehow. “I feel like I lost myself in there. Like, there’s still a piece of me that was eaten away and still lives in that pit. It feels like, sometimes. Sometimes I’ll close my eyes and I’ll be there. I’ll be back there. It,” his breath hitched and he squeezed Ranboo’s hands. He would not cry. He would not. He was supposed to be getting better. He was supposed to be better. “This, all of this. Being back home, being saved, it doesn’t, it—”

Technoblade cut himself off, worried now. Worried for the first time that if he spoke his thoughts, then he would speak it into existence. He worried that this reality, where Phil was real and here and not a ghost that would fade the second he touched him—that it would vanish. That it would all vanish and he would be back there. Back above the egg, back with it reaching into his skull until he wished for his death or joined them. Ranboo chirred, seeming to encourage him to speak again.

“It doesn’t feel real, Ranboo. I’m. I’m… afraid,” he whispered. “I’m afraid one day I’ll close my eyes and when I open them again, I’ll never have left. I’m. I’m so afraid, Ranboo.” Technoblade pressed his head onto Ranboo’s hands, his breath shaking with his fears. He felt raw, hollowed out. His vulnerabilities on display to someone he never thought he’d trust with this kind of information. Someone he wouldn’t, in normal circumstances. But it was fine. Ranboo wasn’t awake anyways. He wouldn’t—

“Techno,” came Ranboo’s whispered voice. Technoblade’s head snapped up, his fear plastered over his face. He couldn’t see… They were too far from the torchlight; he couldn’t see if Ranboo had woken, but—

“Techno,” Ranboo called again. His voice was gentle, sympathetic, understanding. “I know how you feel. At least, to an extent. I’ve had times where I didn’t feel real. Where I heard a voice in my head and it told me such terrible things. And I know it’s not the same as you, not quite. But, if you want it, I could try to help.”

“You’re… awake.”

“Yeah,” Ranboo said. His head tilted down, looking away at the admittance.

“How… how long? How much did you hear?”

“I woke up when you were talking about the stars?”

“Bruh. Why?”

“Because you need to talk about this stuff. I know it’s hard. I know it hurts. But, Techno. Techno, it’s not going to get better if you don’t talk about it. It won’t. Trust me.” Technoblade looked at him, tried to see through the dark. But even then, he felt… he felt like he could trust Ranboo. Ranboo, who had never truly done him any harm. Ranboo, who took the time to make and enchant a netherite pickaxe for him when he had lost his. Ranboo, who came with him on trips, joking around, there for him at his back. Ranboo, who had found him when he was going back to the egg, who had stood his ground to make sure he was safe, even at the risk of his own self.

“Techno, you also need to talk to Phil about this. He’s worried sick about you and… We didn’t know what happened to you either. You disappeared one day and he couldn’t reach you. And the next time we see you, it’s Dream bringing you back. You need to talk to Phil.”

“But, I… it’s…” he couldn’t bring himself to admit it again. Not when he knew Ranboo was awake. He dropped to the ground, his shoulders slumping forward. He was cold and exhausted and… He was so tired. He still felt raw and seen. It wasn’t doing anything good for his breath. He thought about telling Phil, opening up to him about this and not knowing how he would react. He could probably trust that Phil wouldn’t think any less of him for this, but what if he did? What if he did think of him as weak for not being okay? For having fallen so far with the egg’s vines buried so deep in him?

Ranboo followed him down, holding onto his hands. Then, with a gentle sigh, he removed his hands. Technoblade twitched, simultaneously wanting to chase after those hands or bury his hands in the snow until he stopped feeling anything. He didn’t suffer for long before Ranboo set a grass block in his lap. Silently, he took Technoblade’s hands and rested them on top of the grass, urging him to start touching it. Trusting him, he did. It… it felt nice. Tough and coarse, enough to survive the cold climate. It wasn’t enough to slow his breathing, but it. It was grounding. Sort of.

Then, Ranboo took his hands off the block and brought them to his cheeks. He chirped, urging him to touch his skin. Technoblade rubbed his thumb over the tear scars and he felt something in his chest break. It was dark, too dark without the torchlight. Tears dripped down Technoblade’s face as he felt the physical manifestation of the hurt Ranboo felt. He choked on a sob as Ranboo chirred encouragingly at him.

It felt like far too soon before Ranboo was encouraging him to his feet. They were both cold and exhausted and Ranboo promised he’d stay the night, to keep an eye on him. Technoblade laughed, both bitter and grateful of the parallel that he had followed Ranboo out into the night for the very same reason. They talked on the way in, talked as Techno tried to warm them both by making tea. Ranboo accepted a mug, but he didn’t drink, citing that it would burn him if he drank it.

“But thanks,” Ranboo said, wrapping his long fingers around the mug. “Speaking of… all of that, uh. Do you mind if I ask a question?”

“Shoot,” Technoblade said as he settled back against Steve. He had a blanket covering his lower body. He was focused on tracing the knitted symbol as Ranboo spoke.

“Do you have a… oh what’s the word, it’s, uh.” Ranboo frowned, then buzzed something in Ender. Technoblade recognized the word. He hunched his shoulders and looked away, his face heating up.

“The translation is ‘starfate’,” he started. “And, uh, Phil?”

“Okay, good." Ranboo rubbed his fingers on the mug, adjusting his grip. Suddenly, he jerked upright. "Oh, wait, did I cross a line with having you touch my face? That’s a thing for endermen starfates, but, uh. I don’t know how it works for piglin and I only meant to help you calm down. It’s not like I was flirting—”

“No, no, it’s. It’s alright Ranboo. I needed that and it helped. Thank you.” Technoblade breathed in. “Besides, it’s, we’re not… We’re not official yet.”

“You’re not… what.”

“He doesn’t know.”

“What.”

“I haven’t brought it up yet.”

“You haven’t brought up… Techno, I thought you two were! And you’re telling me you’re not? You act like it!”

“Well, you know, it’s not really a… thing for humans really.”

“Phil is the furthest thing from a human, besides the two of us. And half the server… But, seriously? How long has it been that you’ve felt like this? And not brought it up.”

“Uh…”

“Bruh.”

“A decade or so?”

“Bruuuuuuuuuuuuuuh.”

---

Talking with Ranboo helped. It was a strange thing to realize, but realize he did. Not with the dawning day, not with Ranboo’s cheerful smile and mischievous grins, and not even after the terrible nightmares that still plagued him in the darkness and the silence. Rather, Technoblade realized it when he was laying in bed, woken up before the sun peeked over the horizon. He realized it with a breath: an inhale and an exhale and suddenly, there it was. Talking about it helped more than he really understood.

Ranboo had offered to help him deal with the… Technoblade didn’t want to call it trauma, but… yeah. That thing with the egg and its effects after. Ranboo gave him a memory book, a journal of his own to record when the world grew fuzzy and the ghost reappeared at his side. The book was bound in textured leather, something he could run his fingers on and ground himself on. And it was strange. The first day he used it, he saw the ghost flickering in from behind his eyelids. He felt its touch on his arm, gentle, guiding, piercing, urging him to return. And he reached for the book with impossibly heavy arms and just… touched it.

Technoblade touched the book until the ghost shimmered away. He didn’t always write in the book, even though that was the original intention. Rather, he drew it in. Sometimes squiggles he would connect and fill in, sometimes lines so close together they made dark, noisy blocks across the page. And sometimes he did write. He wrote the things he saw, the things he continued to see. And, in a way that surprised him, it helped. At the thought of sharing these words with anyone, even with Phil, his hands shook and his heart twisted up in fear.

One day, while they were panting in the snow after a long sparring session, Technoblade brought up that fear. He didn’t admit it was a fear, but he could tell Ranboo understood.

“Yeah, I mean, that’s why I don’t let you guys read my memory books,” Ranboo had said, his gaze trained on the spaces between his fingers as he held them to the sky. “There’s… things in there I don’t want you to know about, things that make my hands shake at the thought of you or anyone reading them. Is it healthy? Heck if I know. Heck if I even care.”

Technoblade had snorted and they agreed. What was written in the memory books stayed in the memory books. And, if they wanted to share it, then that was fine too.

The third day Phil was gone, Technoblade took Ranboo out onto the tundra, tridents in hands and enderpearls aplenty. He showed Ranboo how to trident and pearl, something Phil showed him a long, long time ago. And it was fun! It was the first time Technoblade could remember smiling and laughing, especially whenever the enderman failed the launch and landed square on his ass. It was after a particularly hard landing that Ranboo straightened and tilted his head.

“What’s up?” Technoblade asked, holding out a hand.

“Uh, Tubbo’s calling me,” Ranboo said. He took the offered hand and stood up with Technoblade’s help. “One sec.” He stepped aside so he could talk to Tubbo in relative privacy. Technoblade stuck his trident into the snow and leaned on it, scanning the horizon. A figure in the distance caught his eye. He peered at it, tilted his head. It looked too far for him to really tell what it was. But then it twitched. And twitched again. And it turned its head.

Technoblade’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes wide as he started at the ghost. For that’s what it was: the Egg’s ghost. But this was different. This was real. It was not a wispy thing, like smoke and haze. It was a body. Twitching so loud in his ears he could hear the bones cracking and snapping. Heavy blobs of flesh fell apart, rivulets of blood dripping off the red flesh, and its body twisted and rippled like worms, like maggots feasting upon a corpse.

“Techno?” came Ranboo’s voice, a whisper in his ears, too far away, too distant, too much like smoke. The ghost twisted towards him, a shaking step forward, another stuttering, twitching, unnatural step forward. Then the ghost was bolting for him. It broke out into a run, faster than light, faster than sound, faster than he could pull his trident out of the ground and stab it in the—

Technoblade startled when hands touched his face. Cold, cool hands, rough and worn and scratched from landing in too many berry bushes touched his overheated cheeks, touched his shaking face, touched and turned his gaze from

from

From things not real.

Technoblade reached for his book and rubbed his hand on it, panting as he tried to ground himself. Ranboo’s voice came back to him, clear as day, checking over him.

“Techno, Techno, are you okay? You’re here, you’re real. Whatever you saw wasn’t real. You’re here, I promise.”

“I… I… Thank you. Thank you, I’m… I’m okay. I’m okay now.”

“Yeah? For real?”

“I think, yeah.”

“Let’s… let’s maybe get you home?”

Technoblade glanced behind Ranboo. He saw no trace of the ghost, no trace at all. He sighed a heavy breath of relief. He opened his mouth to agree when one of his ears twitched. There was the gentle ring, the laugh like chimes, the specific twang of Forkza.

Phil was home.

---

Philza returned home, grunting as he landed hard on the roof of his house. Each landing felt harder than the last. He breathed out, stretching out his legs. He glanced down at the floor, wondering if it was worth it to just drop down or use water to break his fall. It wasn’t too far down. He considered the floor for a moment before lifting his gaze to Technoblade’s house. He could hear the animals, hear Steve sleeping inside. But… there was no sound of Techno. Phil stood to his feet, ignoring the weakness in his knee. He slowed his breath, blocked out all sound except for any that would come from his friend. There was nothing.

Where? Where could he have gone? Was Ranboo home? He could ask him. Or, no, they could use their communicators. He went to activate his when a shape landed heavy on the roof next to him. Phil saw the black shape, purple particles drifting, a flash of eyes, and readied his sword to slay the enderman before it attacked—

“Phil! You’re home!” Ranboo’s voice cut through his panic and Phil froze. He exhaled out forcibly and lowered his sword. He studied Ranboo’s face, checking for signs of worry, of fear, and found none. Okay, he didn’t know Technoblade was gone. Fuck. Ranboo jumped to his feet, his grin falling away when he saw the look on Phil’s face. “Phil? Is everything okay? Did something happen?”

“Techno’s not home,” he said, sheathing his sword. He dropped to the stone bridge below, wincing at the sound as Ranboo followed suit. He glanced at the half-enderman again, and saw none of the worry and concern he expected. Rather, Ranboo wasn’t even looking at him. He tilted his head past Techno’s house, his gaze lifted to the sky. Phil tried again, putting more urgency into his voice. “Ranboo, Techno’s not home.”

“Sure looks like that.”

“Aren’t you worried?”

“Nope!”

“What? Why?”

Ranboo opened his mouth to speak, but then an even heavier thud landed below them. A cloud of snow poofed up with Technoblade’s less than graceful landing. He sighed at Ranboo.

“Ranboo, when I told you let’s head back, I didn’t mean for you to yeet yourself that far. Where the hell did you even land?”

“The roof!” Ranboo replied happily, pointing towards Phil’s roof.

“… Did you aim for the roof?”

“Uh… I aimed for the mountain actually.”

“Exactly.” Techno blinked, then turned to Phil, his face contorting into relief/worry that flattened into his regular blank stare. “Hey Phil,” he greeted, waving at his friend. Ranboo jumped over the railings and landed next to Techno, who then proceeded to talk more about his training. Phil straightened, looking over his friend. He looked… okay. He held his shoulders relaxed. He wasn’t constantly scanning the horizon. He didn’t have that lost look to his face, the worry and anxiety and the fear barely hidden below. He… didn’t look nervous and afraid, though the earlier worry that crossed his face made him take pause. Still, it was… it had been a long time since he had seen Techno smile that wide. Phil relaxed and leaned on the fence as he watched them talk. It was nice to see the two of them interacting. After a bit of watching, he patted the fence.

“Alright boys. I’m going to put my stuff away. Have fun.” He turned and walked into his house to start organizing all his new stuff. Technoblade watched him go, feeling something in his chest pulling at him to follow. A hand came down on his shoulder. He looked over to see Ranboo staring at him.

“Are you good? For real, I mean. Whatever that was, it… it didn’t look like you liked it?”

“That’s an understatement.”

“Was it the egg?” A nod in Ranboo’s direction confirmed the question. “Are you going to tell Phil?”

“I… maybe not yet. I know, I should. I just… can’t. Not yet. I will, but not yet.”

“Okay.” Ranboo scuffed the snow with his foot. “Are you going to at least talk to him about the starfate thing?”

“You’re not going to drop this if I say no, will you.”

“Remind me how long you’ve kept this a secret?”

“It’s not a secret!”

“Then talking about it should be no problem!”

Technoblade rumbled at him, frustrated to be outplayed like he was. Ranboo nudged the piglin towards Phil’s house. Technoblade huffed fondly and climbed the stairs to follow his friend inside. He opened the door and paused at the entrance. “Phil?” Technoblade stepped up close to Phil. The trip must have been a good one; Phil was smiling and his wings hung relaxed. Technoblade’s gaze traveled up the ruined wing and felt a pang in his heart. From his wings, his gaze made its way to Phil’s face, who had turned during Technoblade’s silence.

“Yeah, mate?” He must have seen some nameless emotion cross Technoblade’s face because he closed the chest slowly. “You alright there?” His hand came up, back on Technoblade’s cheek. He leaned into the touch with a sigh, grateful for that. After seeing the ghost so real like it had looked (he could still see the unnatural way it moved when he closed his eyes), this helped. Having Phil back helped in a way Ranboo could never help him. He and the enderman weren’t fated, not like he felt, no, knew he and Phil were. Technoblade just hoped he wasn’t about to ruin their friendship over his own feelings. He couldn’t stand it if that’s the direction this turned to. He exhaled and looked up to Phil, opening up his heart to his best friend.

“Have you ever heard the term ‘starfate’?”

“Uh, no. I don’t think I have. What is it?”

“It’s, um, it’s a term from piglin and… Ender too? It’s a—it’s,” Technoblade pressed his lips together, then spoke the word in piglin for Phil. His gaze focused on Phil’s heart emblem as he spoke. “It translates directly to ‘fated in the stars to be together’. It’s like—you know the word ‘soulmate’? It’s like that, but platonically. I—” Technoblade huffed out a breath. “I’m not explaining this well, am I?” Phil chuckled softly, his eyes closing in his amusement. He gazed back at Technoblade, happy and content.

“Alright,” he said as he leaned back against the chests. “So, what about it?”

“I…” Technoblade looked up, then away.

“Techno?” Phil started. He pushed up from the chest to cup Technoblade’s cheek again. “What’s going on?”

“Will you be my starfate?” he blurted out, then snapped his mouth shut so fast his teeth clicked together. Phil blinked and only stared at him. Immediately, Technoblade regretted asking. He should’ve kept quiet, kept his mouth shut. He had ruined their relationship now, ruined their friendship, ruined it all! Technoblade started to step back, unable to stop his mouth from running. “Never mind, I shouldn’t have brought it up, I—”

“Techno,” Phil said, closing the distance between them. His other hand came up to his face and his wings encircled them. “Shhh, it’s alright. Thank you for asking, but…” Phil trailed off. Technoblade gazed at him, waiting for his best friend to finish his thought. His heart thudded in his chest with his growing anxiety. “The way you’ve explained it, it sounds like we already were?”

Technoblade’s brain stopped. Completely. No longer working. All brain cells gone. Even the voices, noisy as they were, stuttered to a halt. And then, almost immediately after, the voices turned into a roar. Technoblade winced at the sound and tried to say something to Phil. Nothing came out of his mouth, no matter how hard he tried. But then, there was Phil, rubbing his thumb over his cheek and bringing their foreheads together.

"Shhh," he crooned, not talking to Technoblade, not really. Phil knew about the voices, knew how loud they could be. He kissed Technoblade's forehead, then dropped a hand to pat his shoulder. "All good?" He asked. The voices died down and Technoblade breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good."

"Good, because, mate," Philza said as he started to move away. "I wasn't entirely honest to you about why I was going to be gone for so long. I was going to surprise you later, but maybe now is a good time." He pulled out a handcrafted wooden box and handed it to his friend--his starfate. Technoblade eyed the box and glanced at Phil before he popped it open. His breath caught in his throat.

Laid carefully on emerald silk was a single earring. The earring was almost entirely made from gold with small emeralds inlaid near the top. The gold flowed out into a single feather, ornately sculpted so that even the vanes could be seen. Technoblade traced the feather carefully with the tip of his finger. The earring hummed with magic, enchanted in a way that was familiar, but he couldn't place. 

"Phil…" Technoblade breathed, dragging his gaze away from the earring to his starfate.

"They're not made from the friendship emeralds, don't worry. But," he smiled sheepishly. "That's where I got the idea from. I went to Foolish so he could help me get them right. We used my feathers for inspiration." 

"Phil," Technoblade started again. He needed Phil to know what this meant, to him, to them, but Phil was still talking.

"Sorry there's only one. But," Phil turned and brushed a lock of his hair back, revealing the earring’s other part hooked in his ear. “I couldn’t help myself.”

Technoblade very carefully put the box aside and surged forward. He scooped Phil into his arms, careful of the wings, and buried his burning face into Phil's shoulder. He squeezed him tightly, resolutely not crying from the sudden emotion threatening to overwhelm him.

"Whoa, mate!" Phil laughed. It was an airy sound, one that reminded Technoblade of chimes tinkling in the wind. "You good?"

"Stop talking. Please, just stop," Technoblade muttered into his shoulder. It was easier to talk when he could pretend he was hidden. Talking was still very hard. "You don't-- you don't even-- you didn't even KNOW what starfate meant! And here you are giving a-- Philza!" Technoblade peeked out from Phil's shoulder to try to communicate with his eyes alone.

"Did I do something wrong?" Phil asked instead, as if there was a single thing in the universe he could do wrong. And at that, Technoblade released some of his tension with a laugh.

"No, of course not." He set Phil down so he could stand next to him against the chests. Phil's wing came up around them again and Technoblade relaxed further. He turned his gaze to the floor, talking with his hands when needed.

"There's gifts you give to your starfate, and then there are starfate gifts. It's--at least with piglins, it's customary that when your starfate gifts you gems or gold, you make that into a gift for your starfate and it means stuff. You make it with the intention they'll think of you when they see it, like--"

"Like designing it after one of my feathers?" Phil offered.

"Exactly. And that, that's significant. It means stuff."

"I wanted to give you something nice."

"Is that all?" Technoblade asked with a quirk of his lips. Phil gave it a moment before he ducked his head with a laugh.

"You caught me."

"Never put it past Philza Minecraft to make something just pretty and not practical!" Technoblade laughed with him. He then bumped hips with Phil and dropped his voice to a whisper. "So, what's on it?"

"Prot four and piercing if you need it. Just a little something so it doesn't break during battle," Phil said with a shrug, as if saying that alone wasn't anything special.

"You know me well," Technoblade said as he checked the feather again. In a pinch, he could use it to stab someone, but that would have to be some mighty big circumstances that Technoblade would even consider damaging his starfate's gift.

"So, you like it?" Phil asked as he sidled up closer with the lilting tone of voice one uses when showing off a build they worked hard on. Technoblade bumped their heads together and smiled.

"Do you really have to ask?"

"Yes."

Technoblade huffed and lifted up the earring so he could inspect it further. He could read the protection and piercing enchantments, could recognize those pitches humming this close. But… there was something else here. Some other enchantment that tugged at his memory. It must not be one he used frequently because he could not place it. Phil hadn't offered it up either. So, it either didn't matter or it was meant to be some grand surprise. Knowing Phil, it could be either. If it didn’t matter, then it didn’t matter. If it was going to be some grand surprise, well, Phil kept his secrets well. No amount of asking would give him the answers he sought if Phil wasn’t going to give them freely. So Technoblade held the earring up to Phil with a gentle smile.

“Help me put it on?”

---

It took some getting used to, having the earring in. That he only had the one made him feel unbalanced, out of sorts, like there was a heavy weight resting on him and he hadn’t learned yet how to compensate. And it made noises. Little chimes of sounds, little chimes like Philza’s laugh or his hums while he worked around the house or as he designed yet another build. Technoblade hovered over one of his sketches, a brow arching in a silent question at his frie-starfate.

“Just something I saw in a dream, mate. It’s gonna need soooooooo many sea lanterns.”

Technoblade hummed, content to sit down with his starfate and a warm cup of peppermint tea. Almost immediately, Phil’s hands ended up in his hair and started braiding as he described the build and his dream. Phil didn’t need him to do anything more than listen when he got like this. He only needed to be the wall to bounce ideas off, the ear to flick idly as Phil talked and talked and talked. The chimes in his ear matched the chimes pouring out of his friend’s mouth.

Speaking of dreams and the things found in them… Technoblade’s dreams were getting worse. He didn’t know how, or why, with how far from the egg he was. But after seeing that thing, his dreams now were nothing but blood and writhing bodies and dying, gasping breaths from sickened, punctured lungs. He couldn’t even tell if they were the bodies of his friends anymore. They closed around him like choking flames, so much so that he slept with the windows wide open nowadays. Phil had tried to sleep with him once, but he couldn’t stop shivering. He tried to close the windows once, but Technoblade had yelled so loud in protest that the angel flinched. Phil didn’t ask again, but he also stopped sleeping with him now. Technoblade’s heart ached at the knowledge, but…

Every time he thought to speak on the darkest points in his mind, his hands began to shake. His lungs closed on him, and he felt his heart beat so loud and so hard he was sure it would pound right through his sternum. Even now, with Phil’s hands working through another braid and his laughter about… something, somewhere, someone...

His hands were shaking as he pulled out his book, barely even aware of what he was doing. He just needed to touch, to ground himself. Just, a little something before—

"Hm?" Phil hummed interest above him. "What's that?"

Fuck. "Uhhhhhhh. A book."

"I can see that, mate. That new?"

"Ranboo gave it to me."

"Ranboo…" Phil's hands stilled in his hair. Technoblade couldn't see his friend's face, couldn't see his expression. Still, he could imagine it, imagine the frown creasing Phil's face as the gears turned in his head, connecting dots that shouldn't need connecting. Phil breathed in, breathing in that way he did when he was about to say something, but changed his mind at the last second. “Techno,” he started. “Did… Are you having memory problems?”

Oh.

Of course he would think it was the same as Ranboo’s books. Otherwise, why would he have been given one instead of making one himself? (It was because he still half-felt like he didn’t need the help. He never would have made one on his own if Ranboo hadn’t shoved the whole damn thing in his hands.) Technoblade tried to answer, but seeing as he was currently beating back the anxiety of spilling his wounds to Phil with nothing but the cowhide of a book, he was a little preoccupied. Phil didn’t wait long, didn’t wait his stuttering out before interrupting with his own shaking words.

“Because, Techno, I. I understand if you need time to process. I understand. I—” He cut himself off, his hands shaking in Technoblade’s hair. The piglin could feel his starfate tuck himself into his back. His feathers drooped around their bodies, shaking with the effort Phil spent to not sink into his flesh until they were of one body. It didn’t ease his anxiety, but the pain he was causing him smothered everything in its path.

“Tech, you—you promised. You promised this starfate thing wasn’t going to change anything. You promised! So, why? Why do you keep pushing me away? Why don’t you just tell me what’s wrong! It’s been two months! It’s been two months since I thought I finally lost my best friend…” Phil hiccupped and buried his face into his hair. “Don’t you leave. Don’t you fucking leave! Don’t you fucking go where I can’t follow! Mate, please…” His hands curled into fists. “Not again, Techno. Not again.” Technoblade stared off into middle distance. His heart ached. He felt stabbed, the knife buried deep in his chest. He felt like he was bleeding, maybe like he was dying.

“I don’t even know what happened to you,” Phil whispered into his hair like prayer. “I don’t even… Please, Techno. Talk to me,” he begged.

And now, Technoblade really did feel like he was dying.

He opened his mouth, the motion causing the earring to chime like a bell. Why did it feel so heavy? Why was this the burden that weighed him down? Why was this the thing that felt like the last straw to break his back? He tried to speak, but found that no sound came out. Instead, he lifted a hand back to Phil. He rested it on his arm, thumbing his friend’s pulse in his wrist. He didn’t turn. He didn’t want to see the pain he caused. And Phil wouldn’t want to be seen. He hadn’t tried to forced Technoblade to turn during his outburst. Both of them too stubborn, too exhausted to let the other see their vulnerabilities opened up like festering wounds. Even though they both desperately wanted to.

It was quiet in the house when Technoblade spoke. It was quiet when Phil’s hands went back to work on his braids. It was quiet, even though he could feel Phil’s hands shaking.

It was quiet between them, for the next few days. It was quiet and Technoblade could feel his heart breaking.

But he couldn’t tell him.

“Not tonight.”

---

Technoblade dragged the brush down Carl's flank one final time. Grooming the warhorse always took a while, but it was a task he greatly enjoyed. A very loud voice in his head was dumping praise on him for still taking care of Carl, even if maybe Technoblade had 'forgotten' to eat again today. He went to set down the brush when he felt a presence at his back. He whipped around, exchanging the brush for a sword, and stopped.

"Hello, Technoblade," the woman greeted, smiling warmly behind her hood. Technoblade did not recognize her, but he lowered his blade anyways. She did not look like she could harm him. She did not look like a threat at all, not when she was draped in a black cloak that just barely brushed over the snow. What he could see of her clothes, they seemed barely warm enough for the harsh cold climate. He couldn't even see a hint of armor under her clothes, yet she seemed unperturbed by the piglin who had threatened her with an enchanted netherite blade.

"Who are you?" He asked. Though lowered, he kept his grip on the sword, not trusting the stranger enough to sheath it.

"Not even a hello back!" She laughed. It sounded like chimes, like a church bell over a graveyard.

"Hello," he said. "Now who are you?"

"You don't recognize me?" She asked, removing her hood. Technoblade looked at her face, at the brown hair that cascaded down her shoulders, her smile warm and inviting and comforting. There was a hint of mischief, but not one that spelled threat. He shook his head. She didn't look too surprised. "No, of course you don't. You were fairly young the last time you saw me." She leaned on the fence, her smile warm, even as the shadows close to her grew. "I'm Philza's wife."

Technoblade narrowed his eyes until the information finished processing. When it did, he straightened and sheathed his sword.

"Ah," he said. Death's smile widened, showing her teeth. He glanced at Carl. The horse did not care that the literal embodiment of Death stood before them, though the horse did snicker when a few crows hopped forth. “What are you doing here?” he asked, reaching into a pocket for some birdseed. He tossed it at the crow and suddenly five of the void-covered creatures dove for the ground. He looked back at his guest. Death skirted around the fence, stepping close to the house and gazing up at the window. Her smile faded and she heaved a sigh before answering him.

“There’s some things I need to talk to Philza about.” Death’s gaze turned towards him, her smile now completely gone. “But I think you might need some talking too as well.”

“What do you mean?”

“Come here, Techno,” she said, offering her hand. Technoblade closed the fence gate behind him and took her hand with little hesitation. He had nothing to fear from her. The second his hand closed around hers, she tugged him into darkness. It was a familiar darkness. Old, timeless, unchanging. It was like Phil’s, the few times he let it seep past his wings. It was only in darkness like this that Technoblade allowed himself to feel vulnerable, to accept the harsh truths to himself, to accept the things he never wished to face. By the way she gripped his hand, Death knew this too. She tapped his hand with a finger. “I would recommend you don’t let go until I’m done with you.”

Death took him up to the house, towards Phil’s house, and they hovered up near one of the windows. Technoblade briefly worried that they would be seen, but even the crow that hopped on the window sill didn’t seem to notice them. Death would make herself known when she wished to be known. She pointed his attention to the window and he peered through it. Inside, Phil was at his table, the small one they'd share tea or meals over when Phil didn't want a hungry polar bear hovering near. He sat, his elbows braced on the wood, his wings encircling his form. Technoblade couldn't hear through the glass, but the way Phil's shoulders hitched and shuddered could mean only one thing: Phil was crying.

Technoblade stilled, even his breath catching in his lungs. Phil, alone and upset, crying so softly so that he wouldn't hear him and rush to his aid. He wanted to now, wanted to jump through the window and drag him into his arms, and bury away everything that ever dared to hurt him. But Death kept her vice-like grip on his hand. Unmovable. Unchangeable. Still, she tapped a finger on his hand. It was a gesture he associated with Phil when they held hands, but needed his attention. Technoblade dragged his gaze away from his starfate.

"You're lucky he loves you, Techno." Her own gaze flicked to his. "I refuse to take any more of the things he loves from him. What I receive, I'll take and keep, but only that. But you're hurting him. And I can't bear continuing to watch."

"I…” He started, then looked back at his friend. Phil’s shoulders hitched and Technoblade knew. He took care of Phil, preened him, made him meals, took care of the house when he felt too exhausted for it, and yet. He knew. He knew. “I didn’t mean to make him cry. I just… couldn’t.”

Death stared at him for a long moment. He turned his head away from her. His guilt felt like crows picking at carrion, tearing away his flesh until only bone remained. She then pressed her hand to the wall. The wood flickered like candlelight and she pulled them into the house. They made no sound, their presence not yet known by anyone but themselves. Death turned to him, her grip on his hand like, well, death.

"You are a smart man, Technoblade. Smart in battle, smart in choosing your friends and allies. You are not smart with,” she gestured at Phil. “This stuff. Talking. Dealing with your problems.” Technoblade remained quiet. What could he even say in his defense? He knew he was bad with it, he knew! So what purpose did he have in speaking it aloud. She huffed and dropped her free hand.

“Technoblade, I know what you’ve gone through. You’ve come close to me far too many times and every time I wonder if your body will finally give out from the stress. But you always jump back. You drag yourself out of hell, alive, but not whole.” Death opened her cloak. Inside, lights twinkled like stars. She plucked one out and held it up. In it, Technoblade saw Fundy and Quackity dragging him back from Phil, dragging him to his execution block. There was pain on his face, open and fearful, but not for him. Never for him. It was for Phil, for what they had done to him, for what pain they caused his starfate. She hid it back in her cloak before his death and resurrection played out. His shoulders hunched forward, his head tilted in the direction of his earring. Gods, why did it feel so heavy?

“Every near miss, every slip up, every time you drop your gaze in my direction, I receive little bits of you. I am no god of war, but I hope that when your first death comes to me, it is through fighting battles against physical foes. Not the wars you wage against yourself.” Death didn’t wait for him to argue, to protest. Instead, she poked his stomach. “When was the last time you ate, Techno?”

“… I forgot…” he said, his gaze dropping away from her.

“You did not.” Her free came back up and cupped his face. “Not eating, not sleeping, not taking care of yourself is a form of self-harm. You throw yourself into your work. You don’t want to think about what happened to you, I know. You don’t want to think about how it affects you. And you feel like you can’t tell your friends.” Death sighed and rubbed a thumb on his cheek. “I know Ranboo had to sneak it out of you. But you did tell him and, it helped, didn’t it?” Her hand moved with his cheek as he nodded. “See? You can admit these things to yourself.”

“…It hurts,” he admitted.

“I know. It always does.” Death’s hand dropped off his face as she turned her gaze to her beloved. “But hiding it, keeping it hidden inside yourself only hurts worse. And it won’t get better. You won’t get better the longer you keep it to yourself.”

“Then… what?”

“You need to talk to him. He can see that you’re hurting, that there is something that troubles you. And you know it too. He doesn’t know what happened. He’s told you, even though it hurt him as well. And still, you feel like you can’t,” her voice echoed, repeating his words from earlier. She even said it in his voice. He flinched at the sound, at the sound of his guilt.

“How?” Technoblade heard himself ask. He heard his own bitterness, his shame, his guilt, his anger to have been brought low by something as simple as an egg! “How do I even tell him? Where do I even begin?!” he asked, screamed, shouted. His voice wavered and his eyes felt wet. Death looked at him and beckoned for his attention.

“You can start at the beginning.” He looked up at her, the wetness in his eyes dripping with his fear. She continued speaking. “I saw you, trapped there, Technoblade. I did not see what you saw, but,” she sighed. Her gaze dropped to the floor and, for the first time that evening, Death looked old. She looked old in the way that Phil looked old sometimes. The slump of her shoulders, as if the weight of hundreds of years weighed heavy upon them. He wondered, then, between his own tears of grief, how much suffering she watched, how much suffering she bore, to watch the creations of life fade and wither before her.

“I didn’t see through your eyes, but I have seen it. You are not the first to be brought low by this kind of corruption.” Suddenly, her gaze grew hard, the line of her shoulders straightened with determination. “And I fear, if we are unable to find the way to stop it, you will not be the last. But I think now… now,” she said with force, with the iron strength of will. “Now, we must. Before… before this world fades like those before it. We must. We must find the way. You, all of you, must help. But you, the way you are now…” She trailed off, her gaze settling upon his face. Death reached up and wiped at his tears. “You must talk to him. If you want to heal, you must do this.” Technoblade hunched his shoulders and he felt her rise up so she could press her free hand to his cheek. He felt seen. She saw his tears, his hesitation, his fear of hurting, his fear of being hurt by the ones he loved so dearly.

“It hurts, I know, Techno,” she whispered. “But you are one of our strongest, oh Blood God. Deified by those who believe in you too.” It was then that she smiled warmly at him, squeezing her hand around his as if to reassure him. Then her hand slipped away. And Death released him from her grip.

The last thing Technoblade saw of Death was the crow on the window sill, looking at him in the eye as its feathers shimmered with void. It flew away as a heavy sob sounded behind him. Technoblade turned, the floorboards creaking under his weight and Phil stilled. He looked up, his tears streaking his face, his eyes red from crying for what must have been hours. The two stood there, looking at each other, staring at their own vulnerabilities, illuminated by the dim, flickering lantern light. Then Phil huffed out a bitter laugh and dropped his gaze to the table.

“Bruh, you should’ve knocked first,” he hiccupped. He covered his mouth with a hand, his wings trembling minutely with the repressed sorrow. And Technoblade knew. He knew. It would never be the right time. It would never feel like he wouldn’t be hurt by speaking. He knew.

He knew what he must do.

Technoblade strode over to him, crossed the house in a few strides, and pulled Phil into an embrace. The angel gasped in surprise, but Technoblade didn’t let him try to pull away. He squeezed him tight to his chest, his own tears now allowed to pour forth. He buried his face into his starfate’s neck, into his pulse, into the place he knew was his. And his voice broke when he spoke. It broke the quiet they had borne and it broke into a sob.

“I’m sorry,” he said, finally. “I’m sorry for doing this to you. I’m sorry I hurt you, I—”

“I know, mate. It’s… it’s okay,” Phil said and it burned. Phil’s attempt to make it right, his attempt to fix what he didn’t know what broken, to avoid being broken himself again.

“No!” Technoblade hunched, pulled him in closer. He couldn’t let Phil take the blame, take his sorrow and hide away. He couldn’t, wouldn’t! “No, Phil, I’m sorry I made you cry. I.” He lifted his head up, staring into his friend’s shock and grief. And he said, for the first time in two months.

For the first time since Phil thought he had lost his friend forever.

Technoblade asked, “Can we talk?”

---

Philza leaned against Steve, a warm mug of peppermint tea steaming in his hands. Technoblade was… not sitting down. He was wandering the house, grabbing things to touch and a blanket to keep them warm, and stoking the fire. Phil wanted to poke him, urge him to sit down and talk, but… He didn’t want to pry.

That. That was a lie. He wanted to poke and pry and tear into Techno’s skull so he could finally learn what had fucked his friend to hell and back. The last two months, especially the last month, had been hell. Techno had snapped at him, brushed him off, pushed him away and Phil still had no idea what his friend, his starfate, had gone through. What kind of trauma had Technoblade carried that hurt him so badly?

He assumed he would find out. He was tired of waiting. He was exhausted. Every night for the last week he had cried. Waited for his friend to be out of earshot so he could sob from his frustration. So Phil was used to waiting. And he would wait some more. He would wait forever if he had to. He hoped he didn’t have to.

“Phil?” Techno started as he sat slowly onto the floor beside his oldest friend. “What… what do you know? About what happened?”

“Hardly anything at all. Puffy showed up one day, looking for you. I hadn’t seen you in three days, and, when Ranboo mentioned he saw you and Bad together, Puffy knew immediately that Bad had done something to you. We—Puffy and I—went looking for you. We didn’t find you, but we found Antfrost and Bad. We lost them because Sam told us that Dream had escaped. I came back home to Ranboo and we found Dream and you, crashed in the snow. Dream was… something. He didn’t get a chance to explain because I… we were too afraid of you dying.”

“And that’s all?”

“Yes.” Phil watched Techno curl around himself, a noise like a whine slipping out unwanted from his mouth. The angel reached forward, his hand twitching back as he hesitated. But, when Techno didn’t reject him, he leaned in. “May I?” he asked, reaching for Techno’s wild hair. His starfate nodded. They scooted around each other in the dim light. Phil’s hands buried into his friend’s hair, realizing only now that it was unkempt, knotted, and almost beginning to mat. It cracked something in his chest to realize how little his friend was taking care of himself.

And he felt it reflected in him with how little he had taken care of himself. He could feel Techno’s eyes on his wings, on the feathers longing to be straightened and preened. He missed his friend’s hands in his wings, but he was afraid that Techno would reject him again. That he would push him away again. So why did it matter if he took care of himself?

Why did it matter?

And, as he started working through Techno’s hair, as the piglin relaxed against his legs for the first time in weeks, he realized: this is why. This is why it mattered, to take care of yourself. Because it hurt the people around you to see you in such a state of disrepair. And them knowing they could help, if only they were given the chance for it. And, even if their help didn’t work at first, you could still talk to them, be open with them, be vulnerable to be hurt back, and they could still try.

This is why it mattered.

It took a long time to work through Technoblade’s hair. And Phil hadn’t really planned to do much of anything, but listen whenever Technoblade felt comfortable enough to speak. Because Phil could tell it was hard. If it wasn’t hard, he would have talked about it by now. Even things that were hard for him, he could talk about them. But knowing that he hadn’t? It meant that this was impossible for him, or it seemed that way. And the realization hurt Philza enough that his hands shook in Techno’s hair and he wanted to weep.

But Technoblade started talking. Slowly, at first. Reluctantly, almost. But he did and Phil listened.

And.

And it was horrifying.

Technoblade didn’t spare any details. Everything he said, everything he mentioned, he mentioned so Phil would understand. Because it was important. Because the details were important, at least to him. So they were important to Phil too. And, through it all, he listened. He listened to Technoblade describe Bad’s treachery. He listened to Technoblade describe his fall and his cage above the egg. He listened to Technoblade describe the visions he saw, the hallucinations, the nightmares, the things the egg offered him. All this pain for power that Technoblade didn’t even need. That Technoblade didn’t even want.

They had done their time with power, back with the empire. They had done their time, and the fact that every single person here felt like that’s all Technoblade wanted, that he wanted more power? Phil felt ill to his stomach. He felt enraged! He felt helpless to stop, to help, to do anything!

But Technoblade didn’t need him to do anything grand. He only needed Phil to listen.

And, for as long as Technoblade talked, Phil listened.

He listened until he was falling over Technoblade, nodding off to sleep and jerking away, just so he could listen.

“I think, we should take a break, tonight?” Technoblade offered. Phil fell over his shoulder and into his lap like a particularly feathery worm.

“Please,” he said with a laugh. There was nothing funny, but Phil couldn’t deal with the sorrow and the horror and the dread without a few laughs forcing their way past his lungs. And Technoblade knew. He hooked his hands under Phil’s body and lifted him up. He started for his bedroom, but paused.

“Do… do you want to spend the night? We can… we can close the windows, if you want?”

And Phil

Phil sighed. He reached up to cup Technoblade’s face. His voice was unsteady, afraid, vulnerable, but he was trying, goddamn it!

“Please. We can crack them, if it gets too hot for you?”

Technoblade breathed in and nodded. He carried him up to the top floor. As he made ready for bed, he caught sight of himself in the mirror. Phil leaned over, gazing at his friend. For the first time in a very long time, Technoblade looked truly speechless as he looked at his hair, at the braids Phil wove into them. He looked at the care Phil put into him and

and

Technoblade crumpled to the floor. Philza rushed to his side, only to hear him heave a heavy sob. To hide him, Philza let the void drift past his wings and into the room. Nothing would spawn in this darkness, the darkness they both found solace in. Technoblade would be safe.

And, that night, with the windows cracked open and the void whispering sweet lullabies to the two of them, Phil and Technoblade cried together.

The next morning was bright. The sun streaked in through the windows, warming the room and the people inside. Phil rolled over, snuggling into Techno’s side. A shiver ran down his spine as Techno ran his fingers through his feathers.

“Hi mate,” he greeted, holding the ‘a’ as a yawn interrupted his speech. Techno straightened a feather, and Phil let another shiver wrack through him.

“I missed this,” he whispered, as if the morning would break apart if he spoke any louder than that. Phil snuggled into his side more. “I missed you. I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you, Phil. I—”

“I know,” Phil replied. He rested his cheek on Techno’s side, his wing stretching lightly. He hadn’t preened in a long time, too worried for his friend’s wellbeing over his own. Techno hadn’t finished telling his story and… well…

“How about: we get out of bed and make breakfast and you finish telling me everything?” When Technoblade stiffened, he added, “You can preen me, if you want.” Techno’s breath hitched and his fingers already in his feathers buried deeper.

“I do want.”

They took their time getting out of bed and down the stairs. Technoblade cooked breakfast for them this time, though Phil helped him in chopping up vegetables and steeping some tea for them to share. Halfway through the preparation, Ranboo popped his head in.

“Hey—oh boy, that smells good. I wanted to check in?” the half-enderman explained. Phil greeted him, but grew worried as he made no real attempt to leave. He didn’t want Technoblade to feel pressured to talk with more people than he was comfortable with, plus he didn’t want to give Techno the chance to say “not today” again. But then, Technoblade surprised him.

“Hey Ranboo. Have you eaten this morning?” Techno asked over his shoulder. Ranboo was busy petting Steve, but his ear flicked at the question.

“Are you offering?”

“Yeah. Phil and I are talking about,” he paused, then waved his hand pointedly. “Things, if you want to listen too. If, Phil, you’re okay with that?” Phil blinked, shocked for just a second too long at Techno’s willingness to be open with Ranboo. Though, Ranboo had given him that book. Techno explained it briefly, that he was using the book to ground himself. Ranboo must know something, at least. Technoblade called his name and Phil realized belatedly he was staring at Techno and hadn’t answered the question.

“Yeah, I’m fine with it. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because I’m going to be preening you?”

Phil’s face flushed pink at the reminder. Ranboo glanced at his direction, then at Techno, then again at Phil as his blush deepened.

“Ohhhhhh, starfate thing?” Ranboo asked.

“Self-care wing thing,” Techno clarified as he stepped over with plates. “Phil gets blushy when I do it for him,” he said with a laugh. Phil felt like he could die on the spot.

“So should I not watch?” Ranboo asked. He had a plate in his hand and was currently eating some of the omelet Technoblade prepared.

“I could braid your hair,” Phil offered. Ranboo beamed at the prospect. Breakfast was amicable, the three of them laughing and joking with each other. It was warm. It was bright. It was a good precursor for the darkness Technoblade was about to drop on them.

Technoblade sat with Steve at his back and Phil to his front. Phil had a wing stretched out for him to preen. He was already making soft sounds as Technoblade started on straightening his feathers. It was embarrassing, but at least Ranboo seemed to be doing the same as Phil worked his hands into his hair. Techno started talking again after they all settled.

There were less horrifying details this time. Technoblade had moved from his time with the egg to the more recent times. And Phil found it strange how many things he had missed. He thought he was keeping a careful eye on his friend in his efforts to predict what things might trigger an episode. His view of the Tommy incident was helpful to understand. That he had noticed things that shouldn’t have been right, but those things were overruled with his emotions. Phil remembered that, remembered seeing his friend shout and threaten empty space. He could understand.

He was working through another braid when Technoblade got to what Phil missed while he was away. It hurt to know Techno had a panic attack right after he left. Though it did explain all the potions he came back to. As he continued talking (and Ranboo added in his own details from their chat), Phil felt sated, gentled. He felt like maybe he didn’t even need to hear the rest of it. Lunch was approaching and Phil had brought back a couple rare items he wanted to add to the salad. He wasn’t fully paying attention when something caught his ear.

Technoblade was talking about one of the last times he saw the egg’s ghost. He was in the middle of describing it when Phil’s hands stilled in Ranboo’s hair. A long, faded memory filtered into his head. A memory of standing tall above the people below him, his face hidden in the shadow of his hat and the shadows that wormed their way through the space around his wings. A chirp beneath his hands brought him, not back to the present, but alongside it.

“Mate,” he started, his voice wavering unbeknownst to him. “What did you say?”

And Techno’s voice, Techno’s words, fell alongside the words the villagers below him spoke. Word for almost exact word.

“It was red.”

It was red.

“And blood dripped off it in rivulets.”

And blood dripped off it in rivulets.

“And the body,”

And the body,

“Looked like maggots burrowing into flesh.”

Looked like maggots burrowing into flesh.

It was happening again.

It was getting bad again.

And if they couldn’t stop it, if they couldn’t find out why history was repeating, then…

then…

“All is already lost,” he remembers saying.

“Phil?”

Philza startled back into himself. Ranboo had turned around, confusion writing itself across his face. He could feel Techno at his back, a heavy hand on his shoulder.

“Phil, are you okay?” Ranboo asked. Phil blinked and willed his fingers to move again, refocusing on the braid he had been working on.

“Yeah, just,” he bit off the rest of his words and turned half to Techno. “That sounds pretty horrifying, mate. Sorry you had to see that.”

Techno’s hand squeezed his shoulder, then went back to straightening his feathers. The rest of conversation was easier, now that Techno was coming to a close. Phil tried to pay attention to his friends, tried to pay attention to the conversation, tried so hard to not fall into the memories thought to be long forgotten boiling beneath the surface. Phil could feel them there. And, similar to Techno talking about his trauma, Phil sorely did not want to rediscover those memories.

The next evening started much the same. He and Techno planned a small evening together. Just them, some tea, and maybe more of Techno’s hands in his wings. A gentle shiver ran down his spine at the fantasy playing out in his head, a warm smile crossing his face. From behind him, he heard the door open and close. He smiled, his breath coming out in a small laugh as he turned.

“Techno, I wasn’t expecting you this ear—” Philza cut off at the sight of the figure before him. Death lifted her hood off her head and gazed at her angel.

“Hello again, my dearest angel,” she said gently. Philza immediately dropped to one knee, bowing his head before his lady. Her footsteps were soft, featherlight, and she rested her hand on his head. “Please, stand.” Philza stood for her, his wings folded tight to his back. It had been decades since he last saw her. The last time being when she brought Wilbur to him. He still remembered that, remembered telling Techno to stay in the house while he talked to her. She had still seen him. She laid her blessing upon him, promising him greatness should he seek out that greatness.

And now she was here, the deep void of her eyes pulling him in. Whatever she requested of him, he would do in a heartbeat. His soulmate, his love, his lady. He waited with baited breath for her orders. But she just gazed at him, then walked around his home. Her fingertips trailed over the chests, her gaze lifted up to see the image of Wilbur hanging above.

“You’ve made a home here, haven’t you? Good, I’m glad. It is good to have a place to return to after so many centuries of travel.” She paused and lowered her gaze, then turned towards him. “My dearest angel, there’s something we need to talk about.”

“Talk?” he asked, confused. He paused, trying to think of why his lady would need to talk to him. And, like all the things he was keeping quiet so he could think, he remembered Techno’s talk with him, the things he described. “There’s, there’s something I want to talk about too. But, is there something you need of me? You know I’d do anything for you,” he said, as if she needed the reminder. At his comment, she paused and lifted her gaze up to him.

“My angel, what… what do you mean?” Her expression transformed into a frown, into worry. He stepped forward, not caring if he was being bold. He hadn’t seen her in so long. His hand came up to her face and rubbed her cheek. Her own hand covered his, slipping her fingers in between his.

“Do you remember… that village that I… that I had to…?” he trailed off. Her gaze narrowed, her mouth parting as she thought.

“Which… which village, Phil?”

His hand twitched and he pressed his forehead against hers. He tried to will her to remember, to remember the one he remembered, and not the others. Not the hundreds of other villages. She touched his cheek with her free hand and he choked on his voice.

“It’s happening again. It’s happening again.” His eyes opened at the same time it clicked for her.

“Is that the thing we missed?” Death whispered to herself, her own eyes widening in realization. He couldn’t trust himself to speak, not on this, not again. So he hummed at her, a noise of question. She didn’t speak, didn’t share, and he didn’t pry. She would tell him if he needed to know. Her eyes closed and she breathed out slowly. A soft curse in a long-forgotten language slipped out of her mouth. They stood like that, existing in each other’s company, until Phil remembered that Death had come to talk to him.

“What did you want of me, my lady?” he asked quietly. She lifted her gaze and took a step back. He missed her touch immediately. When she met his eyes, he saw the tendrils of void slip out around her. He held his breath and waited.

“I need you to keep an eye out, my love. Someone is going to die soon. I don’t know when and I don’t know who. But if they die, then this world will change. And not for the better.” The darkness faded as she delivered her message, but…

“If you don’t know who, then why tell me? How can I stop it if I don’t know anything?”

“Because I’m not asking you to stop it. If you happen upon it, if I receive more information before, then yes, by all means stop it. But, for now, all I am asking of you is to keep an eye out. Perhaps their fate is set, perhaps it is already changed.”

“Is… it’s not Techno, is it?” Death remained silent in the face of Philza’s question. He reached for her, holding firm. “Is it? Is it Ranboo? I can’t—!” His hand squeezed hard on her shoulder in his desperation. She touched his chest, touched the emblem on his chest.

“I promised you before, my love. I will no longer take away the people you love. If they give themselves to me, I will, but I will not be selfish.” Her eyes darkened, the feathers of a million crows lifted behind her back as the void again slipped its tendrils into this world. “I promise this to you,” she spoke, her voice echoing. Her powers settled and her hand pressed warmth into his chest. His own hand covered hers, his other pulling her in close. She went, followed him into his embrace. When their lips met, he felt like he was sinking into the void at the end of time. His feathers wrapped around them, even though nothing would harm them if she wished it. Nothing upon this plane or the next would harm her angel. He was breathless when they parted. The darkness morphed around her and he held onto, reluctant to let her leave so soon.

“Please, stay,” he begged, even though he knew his begging would go unheeded. She touched his cheek.

“Soon, my love, I will. But there are things I must do first.” Her gaze unfocused for the briefest moment, before she continued. “XD has been searching for something. They believe we missed something. I do not know what they expect to find, but,” her mouth pressed into a thin line. “Perhaps your warning will aid us. And I want to find them. Warn them as I did for you.”

“We… what did we miss?” Phil asked. She looked at him, a strange expression on her face, an even stranger glint in her eyes. When she replied, her voice felt distant, as if she wasn’t really talking to him at all.

“What else came through that night—that night with that village—when we weren’t paying attention?” she whispered. Then the void wrapped around the Mother of Crows, Mother of the Void, Death, and she was gone once more from Philza’s arms. In the silence that followed, he touched the emblem on his chest and considered her words. He turned his head, looking out at the breaking day. Perhaps… perhaps it was time to visit Dream again.

#dream smp #dream smp fic #technoblade #philza #ranboo #amongst feathers and emeralds #dsmp #dsmp fic #emrails #let me know what you think about this fic #also this took forever to write #the whole fic is 26k+ words #this chapter being 14k of that