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yogurtberrywrites · 2 years

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“Schlatt Attack”

Warnings: Drug use, Smoking, Violence, Swearing, Death, Ghosts, and Angst (Recommended to readers over 14).

Summary: What if Schlatt survived his heart attack?

Notes: None of this is canon, this is my take on the DSMP. Let me know if there are any other warnings I should put, or if I should change the recommended reading age.

“What the fuck happened?” Schlatt groaned, sitting up in a hospital bed rubbing his head. Ponk was beside him monitoring his health. “You had a….cardio-cerebral infarction. In other words you had a heart attack.” Ponk explained hesitantly. “Wait was it from-” Schlatt was cut off by Ponk. “The alcohol.” Ponk said, setting one of the bottles he had been holding before he passed out on his bedside. “Yeah….” Schlatt said, ashamed looking down at his sheets. “Schlatt, what were you thinking?” Ponk fully aware that Schlatt should be dead. “It just all hurts.” Schlatt mumbled putting his hands to his face. “Schlatt, I understand that you suffer from myotonic muscular dystrophy and Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease.” “Yes yes that’s right.” Schlatt confirmed. “Have you tried to take any medication for it?” Ponk asked.

“Do drugs count?” Schlatt replied with hesitation. “Schlatt!?” Ponk questioned, knowing he was probably drinking more than he could handle. “Look, you know I’m an alcoholic! Everyone knows that! And where am I supposed to get fucking medicine!” Schlatt said aggressively. “Schlatt! You can’t use Drugs and Tobacco and expect them to fix you!” Ponk shouted trying to get it through his thick skull. “THEY DID FIX ME!” Schlatt screamed, grabbing Ponk by the shirt as his breath became unsteady. Schlatt let go of Ponk only to cough uncontrollably into his arm.

Ponk was a bit frightened, but it was his job to help all his patients, no matter how difficult they were. “Here.” He said as he tried to hand a bottle of water to Schlatt. “Get that the fuck away from me. I don’t need that.” Schlatt said, reaching for the bottle of alcohol. “Ah ah ah.” Ponk wagged his finger at Schlatt blocking his hand from the glass bottle. “Asshole.” Schlatt muttered. “Schlatt, I’m not letting you leave till you agree on taking medication and withdrawing drugs.” Ponk threatened. “Oh come the fuck on! You can’t be serious?” Schlatt said, astonished. “Okay, well I bet you can’t last a week without it.” Ponk teased. “Are you challenging me?” Ponk only looked down on him smiling. “If you're gonna bet there's gotta be something in it for me.” Schlatt said pissed off that Ponk was in control now. “I’ll give you a thousand dollars if we can improve your health by the end of the year.” Ponk said. “Ten thousand.” Schlatt stated. “Let’s make it five thousand, or I shave that off.” He said pointing at Schlatt’s facial hair. “Deal!” Schlatt said, pleased as he shook Ponk’s hand. (Also his facial hair is at risk lmao).

“Take it easy, okay. I’ll hook you up with an inhaler for your COPD. Come visit me next week.” Ponk said as he hulled Schlatt to his feet. “Thanks.” Schlatt said as he grabbed the water bottle from before. He guzled it down and threw it into Ponk’s hands. Which only caused a proud smile to form across Ponk’s face. Schlatt smiled back waltzing out the door. His little ears perked up as he walked out of the building with his new found confidence.

. . .

Schlatt arrived at where L’Manberg once was. He looked off to where his great nation once stood. Now only being occupied by a huge crater. He was stunned. “Who the hell pulled this off?” He whispered, impressed. He wasn’t mad because he knew he’d never really cared about the nation itself, but the power he gained from it. He just wanted to know what all went wrong. He knew he didn’t govern the nation right, but he didn’t think someone would go and fucking blow it up. Off in the distance he saw a small figure. It was Tubbo.

“Tubbo!?” Schlatt called as he ran up to him. Tears were running down Tubbo’s face as he looked off to Schlatt. “S-Schlatt?” Tubbo says, his voice trembling. Schlatt came to a halt in front of him, confused. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Schlatt said still not understanding why Tubbo was surprised. “I-We thought you were dead.” Tubbo responded, backing away from him. “What….” Schlatt trailed off in fear. “When you had your heart attack we thought you’d died. We called Ponk t-to take care of you.” He said, staring down at the ground. “You didn’t think to check my pulse!” Schlatt said, chuckling nervously. “Look, we were in a hurry. Trying to stop a war you helped cause!” Tubbo was still upset that he had killed him. Schlatt, noticing the pain, reached out to touch one of the many explosion scars on his face from the execution. “Don’t touch me.” He cursed, pulling Schlatt’s hand away from him. “I-I’m sorry.” Schlatt apologized. “Why did you do it?” Tubbo asked. “Do what?” Schlatt questioned. “Why did you make me your right-hand man?” “I-I…. Fuck, Tubbo! It’s because you reminded me of myself. When I was….a better man.” Schlatt said, looking off to the L’Manhole. “I didn’t want you to become me, so I thought if I kept you close…. You’d be a better man than I ever was.” Schlatt looked back at Tubbo.

Tubbo didn’t know what to say. Schlatt never seemed to care for anyone, but himself. He never thought out of all the people Schlatt wanted to protect…. it would be him. “Hey, but it turns out Manberg really did take the L right?” Schlatt laughed trying to up the mood. “Yeah, Wilbur had a denanator room under Manberg. H-He couldn’t take it anymore-and he blew it up.” Another tear rolled down Tubbo’s face. He quickly wiped it away. “Umm, how long was I out.” Schlatt asked. “It’s been a long time Schlatt.” “Oh….” Schlatt said. “What do we do now?” He asked Tubbo. “We move on.” Tubbo said, turning from Schlatt and walking away.

. . .

Schlatt wandered the server for a few days not knowing what was the next step for him. Manberg was gone and he accepted that, but that meant his purpose was gone. Everyone hated him anyhow. Whatever he did next he had to make sure it wouldn’t hurt anyone else. If it were, no one would ever forgive him. They probably would kill him and make sure he was dead this time. He felt like no matter what he did he’d just push them further away. Was this his purpose to hurt everyone he ever came into contact with? There were so many If’! His true fear was being alone, but he just denied it.

He couldn’t take it anymore! All he heard in his head was his sins, his wrong doings! He couldn’t even remember who he used to be before L’Manberg. He needed to drown out the pain. He didn’t care what Ponk said! It all hurt too much.

He dug up one of the many drug stashes he’d hidden on the server. He opened the chest to find only a few bottles left. He must have gotten drunk the other day and didn’t remember. He didn’t care, this would be enough. He reached for one of the bottles, before hearing a rustle in the brush behind him.

“Okay! Who the fucks is there!” Schlatt said wearily, being completely defenseless. Out of the brush sat up a very confused Wilbur. He just stared at Schlatt puzzled. “A new friend!” He shouted with glee, hugging Schlatt. “W-Will!?” Schlatt also became very confused and uncomfortable. “Yeah?” He said letting go of Schlatt thinking he’d done something wrong. Schlatt hadn’t realized it, but something was wrong with Wilbur. He was discolored and pale. He wasn’t wearing his usual leather jacket and glasses. And was that a yellow sweater? It was freaking Schlatt out. Wilbur was his enemy, but once his friend. Seeing him like this only brought more and more questions.

“Will, what happened to you before L’Manberg blew up?” Schlatt asked. “I-I can’t remember.” Wilbur said, pushing his hands into his forehead, which made zero difference. “A-And why do you keep calling me Wilbur? I’m Ghostbur.” Now Ghostbur was asking the questions. “Um G-Ghostbur are you de….” Schlatt stopped, afraid that Ghostbur wouldn’t be able to handle it. “What? What is it new friend?” Ghostbur asked, concerned. “Never mind. Um, do you know Phil?” Schlatt changed the subject. “Yeah! I love Phil! Can we go see him?” Ghostbur said with new found excitement. “That’s where we're headed!” Schlatt said, only causing Ghostbur more cheer. “Wait, here.” Ghostbur smiled and handed him some sort of blue stuff. “What's-” Ghostbur cut him off knowing just how to answer his question. “It’s blue! It takes the pain away….” “Thanks.” Schlatt said seeing the blue stuff glow as he breathed heavily. ”I saw those bottles you had. I remember Phil said that they were bad for me. I felt funny whenever I ate them, so I stopped. Is that why you're sad?” Ghostbur said with guilt.

“I-I don’t know. Wait, but did you say you remembered?” Schlatt said realizing Ghostbur could remember Wilbur. “I remember before….before h-he,” Ghostbur stopped hugging Schlatt, before crying into his arms. Schlatt knew he must have remembered what happened to his living self. “I know I know.” Schlatt rubbed him on the back, letting Ghostbur cry into him. He wasn’t very good at comforting people, but this was the best he could do. Ghostbur let go of Schlatt and wiped away his tears. “Sorry.” Ghostbur sniffled. Schlatt could see where the tears had rolled down his cheek now had left burning scars on his face. “Ghostbur, you don’t have to be sorry. But are you okay?” Schlatt said, pointing to the scars. “Yeah. It doesn’t hurt much.” He said, his tone more gentle than energetic. “Come on. We gotta get going if we wanna find Phil.” “Wait! Can I hold your hand?” Ghostbur said nervously. “Yeah.” Schlatt smiled, feeling like he was holding a five year old’s hand.

. . .

Schlatt thought if Tubbo still had been at L’Manberg then Phil must have been. He arrived at the crater. Ghostbur was horrified. He may not have remembered much of L’Manberg, but it was Wilbur’s home. “Did I do that….” “No, you didn’t. The past you may have, but he wasn’t in the right mind, okay.” Schlatt said his hands on Ghostbur’s shoulders. “You-He was a good man.” Schlatt said, staring Ghostbur in the eyes. Ghostbur smiled, then caught something out of the corner of his eye. “Phil!” Ghostbur shouted, running towards him. Schlatt, being unable to run due to some of his complications, tried his best to catch up to Ghostbur.

Phil was up in the denantor room which was more visible now from the explosion. He could see a sword in Phil’s hands as he sat there frozen. Dried up blood laid on the blade of the sword. As Schlatt approached he pulled Ghostbur behind him. He could see Phil was thinner and exhausted. He just stared at a button in the middle of what remained of a wall in front of him. “Looks like you’ve aged.” Schlatt laughed hesitantly. “Go away.” Phil muttered. “Phil what happened here.” Schlatt asked. “Why did Will do it. H-He had everything and he just threw it away.” Phil said, looking down to the diamond sword. Tears rolled down his face falling onto the blade. “I hope he’s happy. He’s happy that this is all gone.” The anger was in Phil’s voice, but he still missed him. Schlatt was speechless. He didn’t know what to say.

But Ghostbur was growing too impatient. He couldn’t wait on Schlatt anymore. He pushed past him wrapping his arms around Phil. Phil was about to point the blade at him before realizing who it was. “Will!?” He said dropping the sword to the ground. Phil stood up and embraced him. “How are you here?” He said, staring at Schlatt. “Um, Ghostbur, could you wait outside for us?” Schlatt really asked as more of an order than a favor. Ghostbur nodded understanding. He looked up at Phil, his eyes sparkling a deep blue. Tears of joy rolled down Phil’s face as he parted Ghostbur’s curly mess of hair out of his face. Schlatt directed him to where he could wait as they talked and he cheerfully made his way over to where L’Manberg used to stand.

“Phil, what’s wrong with him?” Schlatt said with worry. “I think he’s a ghost. He’s different now….he’s happy.” Phil smiled watching Ghostbur roll down a hill over and over again. “He acts…. younger. Why’s that?” Schlatt asked Phil. “I think he was happier as a child, so it’s in his nature to be his younger self.” “Phil, why were you here, not taking care of yourself.” Schlatt confronted. “H-He asked me to-” Phil looked down at the sword. “Phil I-” Schlatt connected the dots. “It’s for the best. It worked out in the end, right?” Phil had more tears falling from his face. “Phil, you did the right thing. It might not have been the best choice for-Wilbur, but he asked you to take the pain away.” Schlatt said feeling the same pain.

Meanwhile, as Phil and Schlatt conversed Ghostbur laid in the grass hanging his legs over the blown up crater. He crest his hand around the white clouds in the sky. He’d imagined what it would feel like to touch one. He mindedly pointed out shapes he saw in them as he thought. He hummed the L’Manberg Anthem as he tried to remember what the huge pit once was. He watched as the sky grew darker and the clouds blocked the light. A little toddler-like whine came from his mouth, upset that the sun had disappeared. He closed his eyes listening to all around him. It felt so….peaceful. Ghostbur would have never been able to enjoy this without Wilbur’s destruction of L’Manberg.

A stinging came to his face as he suddenly opened his eyes. He wiped at his cheek where a raindrop had soaked into his skin. He had not yet experienced rain and didn’t understand that it could hurt him. The sky started erupting with rain. Ghostbur got up in fear, feeling it burn his skin. He tried to run towards Phil and Schlatt, but slipped on the wet grass. Everything burned and in a moment of agony he screamed for Phil.

Back by Schlatt and Phil they were just finishing their talk. Schlatt had noticed the storm that had rolled in, but thought nothing of it. Schlatt wasn’t sure why Ghostbur’s face burned from his tears, but he didn’t think water was the problem. Suddenly they both heard someone scream. “PHIL!” Ghostbur cried out stuck to the ground like a magnet. “Wilbur!” Phil yelled in distress. “Fuck I forgot! Water must hurt him!” Schlatt shouted, ripping off his suit’s jacket. He rushed over to Ghostbur’s aid. Phil stood there frozen in fear. Schlatt used his jacket like an umbrella over his head. “Come on Ghostbur!” Schlatt reached his hand out. “I-I can’t!” Ghostbur sobbed covered in mud.

“Wilbur couldn’t Ghostbur! But you can!” Schlatt shouted, grabbing Ghostbur’s hand. Ghostbur pulled his feet out of the mud one by one. He winced in pain being covered in the wet muck. Schlatt started dragging Ghostbur behind him, forcing Ghostbur to keep up the same pace. Schlatt ran through the pain as his legs cramped up. Ghostbur now had his jacket wrapped around him. Phil reached out his arms to Ghostbur as he melted into Phil’s arms (Not literally). Schlatt fell to the ground exhausted. “I-Is he okay.” Schlatt panted out. “He’s got a lot of burns, but I can patch him up.” Phil smiled amused by Schlatt’s act. Ghostbur didn’t say a word, only whimpering and sobbing into Schlatt’s jacket. Phil hushed him quietly to calm him down. “Schlatt?” Phil asked kindly. “Yeah?” Schlatt sat up. “You need a place to stay right?”

. . .

Schlatt came out of his room with his Yankees hat on and his favorite Obama T-shirt. His eyes drooped with exhaustion. “Hey, Phil.” Schlatt greeted, grabbing his morning coffee. Schlatt had been living with Ghostbur and Phil since their chat. Ghostbur was still a little bandaged up from his burns. He’d also had some neighbors, Techno and Ranboo. He was still mad with Techno, but was charmed by Ranboo. He joined Phil and Ghostbur at the table watching them eat their stupid biscuts. “Did you sleep well?” Phil asked, munching on a jam filled crumpet. “Could've been better.” Schlatt sighed. “Another nightmare?” Phil said concerned. “Yeah.” Schlatt looked down at his plate where his food was getting cold. “I’m gonna go take a smoke.” Schlatt said heading out the door without a single bite of breakfast.

Schlatt sat out in the cold, smoke rings being blown from his mouth. He may not have been allowed to drink, but Ponk didn’t say anything about cigars. He was changing. The change scared him. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d cursed out someone’s name. He felt like he was getting too soft. And now he had an inhaler that made him look like some kind of asthma kid. He was afraid that if others looked down upon him like this they’d think he was weak. He was mad too. He was stuck in this arctic desert. He couldn’t go back, not after what he did.

Then he heard a sound all too familiar. He barrel rolled to the side as an arrow wished past him, cutting the side of his ear. He screamed in agony grabbing at the bleeding cut on his ear. It had torn through his flesh leaving a missing chunk out. Another arrow then cut through his hat nailing it into the back porch. He then heard a crack of a twig from behind. He spun around to face his attacker. “Quackity!?” Schlatted shouted in surprise. Quackity dropped his crossbow running up to Schlatt only to pull him back into the brush. “Quackity what are you d-” Schlatt yelped before Quackity covered his mouth.

“Schlatt! Schlatt!” Phil shouted, stumbling around the porch trying not to step on any arrows. “You gotta be quiet or they’ll hear you.” Quackity hissed. Schlatt mumbled trying to get Quackity’s hand off of him. “I’m gonna let go okay. And then you're gonna shut up alright.” Quackity said sternly. Schlatt nodded before licking Quackity’s hand. “Ah god dammit! You fucking whore!” Quackity yelled trying to shake Schlatt’s spit from his hand.

Schlatt then ran from his killer. The last time they’d talked he got shot by him. He wasn’t gonna make the same mistake twice. “Schlatt, wait! Come back!” Quackity called chasing after him. They raced through the forest. Schlatt made sure to smack every tree branch into Quackity’s face for good measure. But the wood was really dense and filled with roots. Schlatt had to swerve through the trees and try to lose Quackity. He didn’t know if his legs could handle it any longer. A log was approaching ahead of Schlatt. He was gonna have to jump it. He pushed one of his hands off of the log as he landed on the other side. Unfortunately the more athletic Quackity jumped off of the log and onto Schlatt, pinning him to the ground.

“Let go of me!” Schlatt squirmed underneath Quackity’s hold. “Not until you give me some answers!” Quackity ordered. “Hmm… No.” Schlatt said like a little toddler. “What the fuck do you mean no!?” Quackity laughed. “I mean why should I tell you anything!” Schlatt said in hatred. “Well you could have told me that you weren’t dead! It’s been three months since L’Manberg and your hiding out in the middle of nowhere!” Quackity said, pushing his crossbow in Schlatt’s face. “Easy with that thing!” Schlatt quived. “You left me when I needed you most! You left me with a blown up country!” Quackity roared. “And you killed me!” Schlatt screamed, flipping Quackity over and pushing into the ground. “And I wish you stayed that way.” Quackity muttered tears rolling down his face.

Schlatt got off of Quackity as his eyes widened. He was right. Everyone did want him dead. He may have hated Quackity, but they were friends once. Even his own friend wanted rid of him. “You didn’t mean that. Right?” Schlatt looked at Quackity, not a word coming out of him. “Tell me you didn’t mean it!” He shouted tears outlining his face. “I did mean it, okay!” Quackity screamed looking up at Schlatt. Schlatt gasped, turning away from him. “I wish I stayed that way too….” Schlatt whispered, running from Quackity yet again. “Schlatt! No!” Quackity yelled, his voice getting softer and softer the further Schlatt ran.

“Phil! Phil!” Quackity called, running out of the forest with a stream of tears coming down his face. “Quackity!? Where’s Schlatt?” Phil said with confusion, pulling out his sword. “I-I didn’t know he was alive…. look I’m sorry, but you’ve gotta help me get him back.” Quackity sobbed, wiping the tears from his face. “What did you do!” Phil shouted nearing Quackity. “We got into an argument…. And he’s headed for the docks!” Quackity said, running towards Schlatt’s direction. “Wait for me!” Phil said, taking off after him. Poor Ghostbur peered out the window with worry, not understanding that Schlatt’s life was at stake.

Schlatt finally arrived at the docks. He had found a bottle of whiskey as he sat at the edge of the wooden bridge. He stared at the bottle seeing his reflection in it. “I’m sorry….” He whispered as he chugged the bottle down. He shattered the bottle in his hands making him bleed. But it didn’t hurt. He didn’t care. He didn’t care as he threw it into the murky water below. He covered his face crying into his blood and tear soaked hands. “I want it to stop! I want the pain to stop!” He cried out. He stood up looking down into the sea. Bloody handprints tattooed his face. He told himself that he didn’t deserve it. That he didn’t deserve any of it. That no one cared. That no one fucking ever gave a single damn about him! And then he jumped. Splashing into the ocean as all the pain and misery was washed away by the cold stinging water.

“Schlatt don’t!” Quackity shouted seeing his friend splash into the water. “Schlatt!” Phil shouted about to jump in after him before Quackity stopped him. “You can’t swim with your broken wings.” Quackity said with his sadness engulfing him. “But I can!” Ghostbur shouted, jumping in after him. “Wait, What!? Wilbur!?” Quackity shouted in surprise. (“How many god damn people are coming back to life” - Probably Quackity). “WILBUR!” Phil screamed, trying to grab him, but only catching air within his hands. “He’ll melt!” Phil screeched, unable to do anything.

Ghostbur felt everything around him burn, but he had to save Schlatt. He drove through the pain and opened his eyes. In the dark depths below he could just make the outlines of schlatt. He tried to call him, only to have bubbles erupt from his mouth. He covered his mouth in shock not knowing. His skin kept burning more and more, so he tried his best to hurry and get to Schlatt. Finally, reaching him he grabbed Schlatt by the waist, lifting him up through the water. Schlatt was unconscious, so it was up to Ghostbur to find the strength to save him in time. He’d remembered how kindly he had treated him. His love, his companion. Alivebur may not have taken a liking to Schlatt, but Schlatt had changed. And Ghostbur thought that was mostly due to their uncanny friendship. But he knew eventually that everything had to come to an end and as they reached the surface the world around him went to black.

Schlatt felt someone haul him out of the water as he tried to open his eyes. He looked around as everything became clearer. Blood still dripped from his hands as Phil wrapped them in some sort of cloth. He winced feeling the ok pressure being applied to his hands. He coughed up some of the sea water he had inhaled. “Quackity.” He called out mindlessly searching for him. “I’m here. I’m here.” Quackity cried softly cupping Schlatt’s hand. Schlatt rubbed away Quackity’s tears as his senses slowly returned.

“Wait, where’s Ghostbur!?” He asked in a panic. “Ghostbur!” Schlatt cried out, crawling over the edge to where Ghostbur once was. Nothing was left of the innocent ghost. Schlatt stared into the water hoping he would emerge. For a time they all waited quietly, quietly waiting for their friend. “Schlatt, this is your fault.” Phil broke the silence. “What?” Schlatt said, confused. “I said this is your fault!” Phil grabbed Schlatt by the collar. “I let you into my home! I trusted you! Will, trusted you ....” Phil mumbled his last sentence realizing what he said. “Oh, so now you're blaming me! You're the one who killed him in the first place!” Quackity gasped hearing Schlatt’s words.

Then a fist was met with Schlatt’s face. Followed by another and another. “Phil! Stop!” Quackity cried trying to pull him away from Schlatt. “You took him from me!” Phil screeched holding Schlatt over the water. “Now you’ll join him.” Phil scoffed, hatred in his voice. “Phil, don't do it! Please!” Quackity sobbed practically begging. Schlatt looked at Phil, his own blood fogging his vision. “Phil….is this what Ghostbur would have….wanted.” Schlatt asked weakly. “No….but this is what Wilbur would have.”

Phil’s grip loosened on Schlatt, letting him fall into the sea.

Myotonic muscular dystrophy (MMD): A lot of types of muscular dystrophy can also lead to heart diseases and breathing problems which would fit into Schlatt’s clinical picture. It also affects Schlatt’s use of his legs.

COPD: One of the complications of COPD that is quite relevant to our discussion is chronic heart failure - due to complications in the lungs it becomes very hard for a heart to pump blood properly so it gets weaker, blood starts flowing slower and there are a lot more chances of random blood clots forming (this could have worsened the muscle pains as symptoms like intermittent claudication are common for chronic heart failure). There is indeed a chance of having a heart attack and a stroke at the same time (or have a heart attack that manifests in stroke-like symptoms). It is called cardio-cerebral infarction. It starts with a heart attack (mostly caused by a blood clot or an atherosclerotic plaque in the heart’s arteries), as heart tissue starts to die the production of more blood clots increases and one of them may end up in the brain causing damage there. Alternatively, the brain tissue may start to die because of the general decrease of blood going into it as the heart starts dying and can’t work properly.

Withdrawal syndrome (Discontinuation syndrome): Occurs in individuals who have developed physiological dependence on drugs or alcohol and who discontinue or reduce their use of it.

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ohmymalice · 1 month

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"Brawn & Brains"

Jschlatt x Reader | Video Game Highschool AU | Enemies to Lovers

This was it, the sweat rolling down and sticking in between your fingers, the chills you felt go down your spine as you felt yourself getting cold feet. The year's closing and the final FPS championship takes place in VGHS.

You shook your head, trying to get rid of all the lingering thoughts of anxiety and fear but fuck, you don't get the time to overthink as they start calling out everyone from team one by one. You stood there, making sure your varsity uniform was smoothed out. If you were gonna lose this championship, you might as well look good losing it.

They called out your name, your legs instantly start walking before you could think, carrying out the movement you and everyone in this championship rehearsed for weeks. The bright light in the stadium hit you in the eyes, you try your best not to squint as you smile and wave at the crowd cheering your name.

You had to win, you can't disappoint anyone. You're varsity captain after all and most of all... That fucking asshole in the other team pisses you off, and you want- no not even a want, you need to win this.

Everyone sat in their gaming chairs, putting on their headsets, some already fixed their settings on the pcs before hand while others only got to fixing theirs now. You were one of the few who fixed it previously but to make sure, you opened settings again, making sure your sens, crosshair, and key binds were adjusted to your comfortability.

Everyone piled into the party, before the game started the teams talked amongst themselves, most were telling each other good luck while some teased others and said this will be an easy win.

You scoffed, easy win? A sudden message at the bottom of your screen pops up, from him.

Jschlatt: Goodluck fuck face, don't miss like last time bitch.

You looked up to see the man who sat on the opposite end of the table. He was referring to your last game where you lost because you missed a shot.

Everyone was using the same long table, on one side was your team, and the other was the opposing team.

Usually a message like that wouldn't affect you, you've seen it all being the varsity captain of VGHS but nobody made your chest burn with hate more than Schlatt.

The varsity captain of his school, he ranked top one overall in his high school and everyone always compared you two from the get go. You may be varsity captain but you aren't ranked one, you were captain because of your strategies, your skill in leadership was outstanding while Schlatt was more aim based.

People often said he had the brawns, and you had the brains.

That was the clear difference between you two.

No matter how smart you are, no matter how ahead you think.

He out aims you in an inhumanely way.

You peered your head to the side, trying to see in between the monitors that sat next to each other. You saw Schlatt smirking down at the message he sent, clearly proud with himself. He felt your gaze on him, his eyes snapping up to look at you keeping the smirk on his face. You swear you saw the ends of his lips spread even wider when he saw your frown.

"Hey cappy-tainn," He drawed out, leaning forward so you could hear him better. You give nothing but a nod, keeping a stoic expression on your face.

He groaned, going back to his keyboard. You could see he was typing in your chat.

Jschlatt: Gimmie a little sumthin' honey, c'mon. You haven't even lost yet and you're already being a sore loser. Y/n: is your goal to fucking piss me off? Jschlatt: Yea, and I can tell it's workin'.

Your little argument was interrupted by cheers and screaming. The games were about to start and you didn't even notice.

You make eye contact with him and he winks at you.

"Good luck, bitch." he mouths, and god you held back all your desperate desire to grab the monitor in front of you and to smash it against his abnormally big fucking head.

You and your team spawn in a wooded area inside of a camp site, a bunch of supplies and load outs were on the ground but were limited since it was the first round.

You studied the way Schlatt played for months, you knew how he always played aggressive in the first round, your plan was to get one or two of your team mates to bait him into a spot where you and your other team could kill him and finish off his team mates.

"Everyone, remember our plan we practiced. Bait and flank, can I get any updates on their position?" You asked, looking towards your team as one of them was already reading positions and finding their base.

"Few feet away but I see engagement. I say they're gonna rush, we have to move out quick." You nodded your head in reply and motion for you team to carry out the plan.

As you heard the sound of heavy foot steps and tactical gear get closer, you instructed your team to bait out and shoot to scare them off. They briefly back off, taking cover behind the shrubbery and trees. One down, four left.

"Nice," You mumbled out to your sniper who got the pick.

One of your team mates pushed out and played aggressively as your snipper backed them up, making sure nobody could harm your aggro.

You hear the sound of gunfire and you start pushing out towards the back, making sure the other team doesn't see you. You hear one of your team mates get killed, another team mate trades them and now it's 4 to 3.

You exited out of the tent and went towards the trees, waiting for Schlatt and his team to get closer where you wanted them.

"Now, now, now!" You ordered, your team started shooting them from both angles, one of your team mates go down but you shot down the last two.

Wait, last two? Aren't they supposed three?

Fuck where's Schla-

"Did you really think I would use the same tactic I've been using for all my fuckin' games against one of the smartest captains? I knew you'd read me." He whispered in your ear, you felt your heart jump out of your chest but you kept quiet.

The metallic barrel was shoved into your back, feeling him grab your shoulder to make sure you aren't getting away, and if you tried anything, he'll shoot.

"If you shoot me, you'll fucking die." You whispered back, a small smirk on your face.

"You think I wouldn't know that you'd switch your plan? Fuck you-"

Schlatt looked around and realized he directly stepped on a land mine.

The bait was you, you knew he'd want your head the first round. The plan was to always die with him, you knew how much he'd want that kill, even if it meant at his own expense.

A loud sound of a gun firing rang in your ears, you looked down, it was a short but sharp pain that slowly increased that made you wince. Your avatar started fading into existence.

Schlatt gives a smug grin, "Whatever first round goes to you, Toots. I just wanted to be the first to kill you. I won't go easy on ya."

Jschlatt ︻┳═一 Y/n (Jschlatt killed Y/N)

Not even a beat later Schlatt hears the sound of beeping and looks down, an explosion erupted and he dies, losing the first round to your team.

Y/n 🧨Jschlatt

The crowd screams, some in anger, some in pure joy. People start chanting your team's name, pulling posters people made up to show their support.

1 - 0

"Just two more guys, we can fuckin' win this." You smiled at your team mates, hugging them in celebration for winning the first round.

Schlatt just stared at you, maybe he wouldn't hate losing the game for once if he got to see such a bright and genuine smile on your face.

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x y/n #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x reader #schlatt x you

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unfoundhoney · 3 years

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a sister’s sacrifice ; part three ↠

↠ platonic!c!sleepy bois inc x fem!reader , platonic!c!tubbo x fem!reader ; angst just angst

↠ masterlist

↠ part one ; part two ; part three ;

↠ @leafyturtle @basheverythingyesterday @terribletoothbat @bestioe @junoblad3 @machiebach @ok-honey

when considering the deaths of the people on the dream smp server, yours is the hardest

schlatt was detested by all when he’d died

few people still truly cared for wilbur when he met his end; the man he once was was long gone by then

but you

you never changed

you were a constant for so many & immovably kind to the rest

selfless, giving, caring

even when you just wanted an escape, you came to the aid of your brothers

you gave the ultimate sacrifice & paid the price

everyone mourns you

when the battle is won & dream locked away indefinitely

once everyone has come down from the high of freeing themselves from dream’s reign, the server goes into a state of grieving

there’s no denying your death

they all saw the message in chat

you’re dead

those that were close to you took it hard

niki was narrowly stopped from burning down the bakery you encouraged her to open and helped build

eret put her emotions into work on a memorial in their museum for you

even under the egg’s control, bad & ant put the eggpire aside for you

of course, those who took it the hardest is your family

when ghostbur learns of your death, he’s distraught

he doesn’t quite know how to handle the information

he protects your home & only allows people to enter when he supervises them

tommy took a while to move past his anger & deal with the fact that you’re gone

tubbo ran off to start snowchester

he chose to distract himself rather than truly process his emotions, even if you’d always done your best to break that habit of his

now that you’re not around, who’s to stop him from letting himself be numb to it all?

techno is another one of your family members who chose to barely acknowledge your passing

he became somehow more monotonous & emotionless

and phil

...

there’s no word for a parent who loses a child

wilbur was gone & of course it messed phil up to be the one to take will’s last life but by that point his son was gone

but you

you’d always been such a genuinely good person

phil did so little for you as a father

he was so absent

he never apologized to you for that

he never told you how much he loves & appreciates you & everything you’ve done to keep their family together when he couldn’t be bothered

it’s a few hours after he received the news from ranboo that all the guilt for everything he had ever put you through hit him

he broke down in his kitchen while trying to distract himself by organizing his cupboards

but all he could think about was you

you & your never ending kindness & compassion

he was never a father to you

yet you never hated him

why couldn’t you have hated him?

it would hurt less to lose you if you hated him; it’s what he deserves

he’s unworthy of your love

but he can only dwell so long on you

you are given a proper funeral

you’re buried by the seashore, somewhere between l’manberg and tommy’s abandoned vacation homes in an open field

the sever members plant so many flowers, your gravesite becomes a flower field

but soon, life goes on

it will only hurt for longer to draw out the mourning period

it would do no good for anyone

besides, you wouldn’t want the server to be sad for your sake

techno supposes it’s for the best that you died

he does his best to move on, filling his days with resource gathering and upgrading his tools, weapons, and armor while trying to think through his emotions logically

as much as he liked you

as much as everyone liked you, you were too good

you were the best of them

fate is not kind to heroes

“hello!”

technoblade is not an easy man to sneak up on, let alone scare

the greeting itself isn’t want startles him

it’s turning toward the voice to lock eyes with you

you who is dead

techno is not proud of the sound he made when he saw you but you of all people wouldn’t make fun of him for it

he just stares at you, slowly realizing what’s happened

you look desaturated, the color drained from your clothes

your skin is grey & almost translucent

you’re a ghost

“y/n.”

“hello! who are you?”

techno tells no on one of your ghost form

he even keeps the rest of the server a secret from you

he leads you to your old home & leaves you there w/ ghostbur

he hopes your and ghostbur’s combined amnesia will keep you out of harm’s way i.e. the rest of the server

he visits you occasionally but mostly leaves you be

you live happily with ghostbur for a while

he is very glad to have you back

his memory is nearly as bad as yours, so the story of the server & what happened to you when you were alive is only given to you in bits & pieces that are near impossible to fit together

it was only a matter of time before someone came to visit your house

“...y/n?”

it’s tubbo who finds you first

or he finds your ghost

(tubbo) y/n! oh my god! you’re a ghost! you’ve come back!

(you) hello! *whispers* ghostbur, who is this?

(ghostbur, whispering obviously) that’s tubbo, one of your other brothers i’ve told you about

(you, whispering) oh, right

(tubbo) how long have you- oh, this is incredible! i have to tell tommy! he’s been so sad since you died; he’ll be so glad to see you!

tubbo messages tommy, who is skeptical but reluctantly comes to your house anyway

but there you are

your ghost anyway

which is good enough, honestly

(tommy) y/n!

you catch him in a hug easily, even if you’ve never met him before

(tommy) you’re alive!

(you) no i’m not. i’m a ghost!

techno happens to check in on you when tubbo & tommy are there

bad news for technoblade: you’d told them about techno leading you here

meaning: tommy knows techno hid you from him & everyone else

needless to say, he is not too happy about that

(tommy) you hid her! you kept her away from us!

(techno) tommy, you have to understand-

(tommy) i don’t have to understand shit! you hid her from us! you lied to us!

(techno) tommy-

(tommy) you kept her from everyone! you’re selfish and you’re a liar and you’re horrible and-

(techno) i did it to protect her! she’s been hurt enough protecting others; it’s our turn to protect her. the only way we can do that is by leaving her alone

(tommy) she’s my sister

(techno) your sister is dead, tommy. for once in her life, let her have peace

tommy gives up on techno & goes to you instead

(tommy) y/n! y/n, we can bring you back. we can revive you. well, dream can revive you but he’s in prison so he has to do what we say so we can bring you back. we can be a family again. don’t you want to come back?

(you) ...no

that

...

that isn’t what tommy was expecting

(tommy) what?

(you) if alive y/n comes back, i won’t exist anymore. and i’ve only just got here. i don’t want to go yet

(tommy) don’t you understand how much y/n means to me? y/n has to come back. she has to. she’s so important. not just to me but to, um... tubbo as well! right, tubbo? don’t you want y/n back?

tommy looks to tubbo for some backup but the shorter boy looks away

(tubbo) i think we need to let y/n go, tommy

the betrayal that fills tommy’s chest is soon gone as he locks eyes with techno

tommy knows techno is right

you’re too much of a good person

you’re too willing to sacrifice yourself for others

even as a ghost your kindness is blinding

this server will only drain you of everything you have yet again

he will drain you of everything you are

he’s just tried to convince you to cease to exist to bring back the former version of yourself

(you) i’m sorry. it’s just- i’ve heard there are these really pretty blue flowers in the swamp biome that i haven’t got to see yet-

(tommy) no. it’s fine. i’m sorry. i-... i should go.

tommy leaves your house & tubbo goes with him

even if tubbo caught on a bit sooner to techno’s reasoning, he’s still concerned at his friend’s sudden change in character

(tubbo) tommy... are you alright?

(tommy) ...i really want her back

(tubbo) i do, too. but she’s gone

(tommy) she doesn’t have to be

tubbo can’t argue with that

(tommy) but... maybe it’s for the best

(tubbo) really?

(tommy) yeah.

(tubbo) but just earlier you were telling me about your plan to get the revive book from dream

(tommy) techno’s right, tubbo. all everyone- myself included- has ever done to y/n is take. and she’s given everything

(tubbo) because she loved us

(tommy) as much as she loved us and as much as we loved her... the only thing we’ve ever brought her is pain. i think now... now is her time to rest.

(tubbo) ...that’s very pog champ of you, big man

tommy had planned to visit dream as many times as it took to get the revive book location off of him so he could revive you, but now he’s accepted that he needs to move on

he needs to move on from you & dream & everything dream has put him through

he decides to pay one last visit to dream, put him behind him, & never look back

he’s ready to start a new chapter in his life, one without dream

and the first one without you

but then he’s locked in the prison

two weeks pass

nearing three weeks & tommy still isn’t allowed out of dream’s cell

he’s irritated and annoyed and most of all he’s scared

but he can’t let dream know he’s still afraid of him, that’s why he pisses dream off enough to the point of being beat to death

tommy begs him to stop

but then he’s gone

everything is dark

black

empty

nothing

is this what death is?

conscious in absolute nothingness?

tommy’s feet feel the ground beneath him

his senses come back to him

it’s still dark but he feels as though he can see again

where is he?

heaven?

no, probably hell

or maybe neither?

both...?

what the hell happened?

the first thing to break the silence is the voice tommy has known since he was an infant

the voice of the person who raised him

the voice of the person who has always been there for him

the voice of the person who he has finally let go of

your voice

saying one simple word

“tommy?”

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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Sweet Betrayal

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: swearing, neglect, successful suicide attempt, death, insanity

(A/N): I had a little too much fun writing this

“I’ll help you.”

Tommy cheered and clapped a hand on your shoulder. Wilbur gave you a slightly manic smile, his plan is going to work out perfectly with you working with them. Techno merely grunted in acknowledgement. Something about your tone threw him for a loop, but he just summed it up to the voices and his growing trust issues. The voices were screaming at him not to trust you, that you were a traitor, that you’d betray them. But there’s no way his youngest sibling would ever betray them; they couldn’t hurt a fly. They were basically defenseless.

Tubbo looked slightly hesitant to accept you as his spying partner, but he figured that you joining him would take most of the stress off from his shoulders. You were close to Schlatt, he basically treated you as if you were his own. He was slightly jealous at how close to his father you were when he, Schlatt’s biological son, was often standing in the same room as them. He knew that Schlatt was a shitty father and could never shape up to being as good of a father figure than Philza was to him, but he just couldn’t help but feel hurt at the fact that his own father, who abandoned him at the side of the road as a kid, so readily took on another kid that wasn’t himself. Despite his resentment towards you, he accepted having you as a partner. Maybe once he got to know you better you weren’t so bad.

On the outside, you were giving your ‘brothers’ a sweet smile. Almost sickeningly sweet as you plastered it on your face to hide the resentment and hatred brewing inside of you threatening to escape and fill this ravine with it’s raging waves. They were never your brothers, always choosing to exclude you from everything they were doing. As a kid, you had nobody to rely on. Tommy had Tubbo and Wilbur had Techno and Philza. You were completely, utterly alone as a kid.

You were always deprived of social interaction, always being told to ‘suck it up’, ‘quit whining’, and ‘just accept it’. You watched from the sidelines as your brothers received all the love and support from each other and Philza, and you were sick of being left out. Their proposal has made you finally reach your breaking point. You came to the realization that you were only going to get their support only when you were of use to them.

Even as adults and as teenagers, they’re always acting like children. Whining over losing power, getting exiled, how ‘tyrannical’ every single government was, like get a grip. You brought this upon yourself. Manberg would be much better off without you two. Just accept leadership, it’s there to bring natural structure to society. This isn’t high school, stop overreacting. Oh, how you longed to scream in their faces, drop the happy, sweet, and defenseless facade you always wore. You were broken down by them, and you were going to be their downfall. You would make sure of it. At least, that’s what Schlatt promised you.

You met Schlatt one day when you were alone in the forest far from the house you called home. It was dark out and you were hiding from the mobs that threatened to take one of your lives. He found you by following your whimpers, taking you back to his house and giving you shelter for a few days. He treated you like you were a person, an actual human being, and that made you realize that you weren’t alone in the world afterall. Philza and your brothers didn’t even notice that you were gone until after a week of staying with Schlatt. You remembered how Philza stormed into Schlatt’s house, grabbed you by the ear, apologized to Schlatt, and drug you home lecturing you the entire time. You were grounded for a month after that and banned from talking to Schlatt.

However, you still talked to Schlatt in secret. He eventually treated you like you were his own, showering you with the love and support that you were deprived of. You supposed you craved constant reassurance and kindness, and you chopped it up to how you were raised. You had trauma and Schlatt was there to fix that. He gave you constant support, something your ‘family’ has never done. Well, they did once when you finally broke and fell into a deep depression, never leaving your room. They didn’t notice that, but what they did notice was the death message that flashed across their comm tablets: “(Y/n) suffocated.”

When they ran to your room, they caught the last of the golden dust that used to be your body drifting into the atmosphere. In the center of your room hanging from an exposed pipe in the ceiling was a noose fashioned from an old rope they had noticed had gone missing a few weeks ago. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that you hung yourself.

For a solid month after that, they treated you like they treated each other and you felt like you were soaring the entire time. Philza even told you that he loved you and that he was proud of you when you ate your first meal in a week! All of the attention and support faded when they saw you smile more and laugh louder. You faded again into obscurity and all that came out of that successful suicide attempt was not your family’s unconditional love like you had hoped, but an ugly scar that wrapped around the entirety of your neck.

You were going to fuck up their plans. They deserved it for ostracizing you all those years.

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Your and Schlatt’s plan was unfolding swimmingly. Your idiotic brothers had no clue of your betrayal and that always made you want to laugh hysterically, but you held it in until you got back to the White House. You would laugh in Schlatt’s office with him. The cabinet often heard loud, boisterous laughter booming from behind the closed office doors, but they’ve long since learned not to question it.

They grew wary of you two, it seemed that your sanities were turning into slippery slopes. The Emperor and the Secretary of Defense could not be fully trusted to make any decisions anymore. Even Quackity, who loved his adopted kid to death, agreed that they couldn’t be trusted. You and Schlatt had changed so much from when he first started dating Schlatt. It hurt him to see his husband and his child slip into insanity.

While you were planning the festival with Schlatt and Tubbo, it was extremely hard for you to keep a straight face. Whenever Schlatt wasn’t looking, Tubbo would smirk and glance at you from the corner of his eyes. It was in those moments specifically that you would struggle the most with containing your laughter. Originally, Schlatt was only going to exile Tubbo for his treachery, but after the fiasco with the lame excuse of ‘farming totems of undying’, you convinced him to turn it into an execution. You organized every single part of Tubbo’s execution, it was perfect in your opinion. At the same time, you were giving Schlatt information of your brother’s whereabouts during the festival. You were going to put on a show for them.

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On the stage, you were shifting and fidgeting relentlessly from your position between your adopted dads. From an outside perspective, one would assume that you’re nervous to be on stage in the middle of the spotlight. Everybody outside of the cabinet and your fathers still saw you as the innocent kid that wouldn’t hurt a fly. How wrong they were. Tubbo’s speech was the hardest to sit through, Quackity had to have a tight grip on your hand to prevent you from rushing the teenager and caging him too early.

After Schlatt gave you the signal, you, him, and Quackity quickly trapped him in a cage made of yellow concrete. You could hear the shocked gasps of the audience and saw Wilbur holding Tommy down from revealing their hiding spot. Schlatt gently nudged you up to the microphone with a kind smile.

You walked confidently up to the podium and gave the audience the widest closed-eyed grin they’d ever seen on you. “Hello citizens of Manberg, other guests,” you opened your eyes and shot a smug smirk over to your older brothers on the roof. You took great pleasure in the look of hurt, anger, and betrayal in their eyes.

“What you are going to witness today is my pride and joy. As it turns out, our dearest Tubbo here,” you turned around to give a grandiose gesture at the cage behind you, “is a filthy little traitor.” The last word ripped itself from your mouth like a rattlesnake spitting venom at its victims.

Tubbo banged on the walls in a rage, “you were a spy too! YOU WERE A SPY FOR POGTOPIA TOO!”

“On the contrary, dearest Tubbo. I was a double agent working for Schlatt, my father. I was never loyal to Pogtopia. Why would I be when you all used me?” You gave him a gentle smile. The insane and malicious glint in your eyes contrasted the kindness of your features. You turned back to the podium with that same smile. The combination of your words and your expression sent cold chills down the spines of the Manbergians. They now saw you as who you really were.

“Now, since I was so rudely interrupted,” you shot a glare at the shocked boy behind you, “hm, where was I?” You rubbed your chin in false confusion before you perked up, “oh right! What you are going to witness today is the public execution of our dear friend Tubbo.” You broke into a series of manic giggling, pounding your fist against the wood of the podium. The gasps of the audience sounded like music to your ears.

“TECHNOBLADE, GET THE HELL UP HERE BROTHER! YOU HAVE THE HONORS.”

You shouted through your laughter. Technoblade climbed up the stairs and stood facing you with a harsh glare. You grinned at him as he spoke to you with his usual monotone voice. This time, there was an undeniable angry undertone you could clearly detect, “what do you want me to do?”

“You still have that rocket launcher, right?”

He pulled it out of his satchel. You squealed happily and jumped up and down clapping your hands excitedly, “good! I’ve always liked fireworks. Now be a dear and make Tubbo go out with a bang!”

He walked over to face Tubbo’s cage and pointed the crossbow at him. You could see his finger trembling over the trigger and a nervous sweat gathering at his brow. After a while of seeing no firework action, you grew impatient and started to furiously shout at him.

“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, BLOOD GOD? WHAT, ARE YOU TOO MUCH OF A PUSSY TO DO IT NOW? KILL HIM! BLAST HIM TO SMITHEREENS! FUCKING DO IT.”

With every word that left your mouth, you stepped closer to him until you were screaming into his ear. You felt immense pleasure when you saw him start to shake. When you heard the shooting of fireworks and the agonized screams of Tubbo and saw the colorful blasts, you felt like you were on cloud nine. It was beautiful.

Your insane laughter was heard over the chaos that followed. Schlatt and Quackity, seeing Techno’s growing anger after killing Tubbo, moved to push you behind them. Quackity wrapped his wings around you in a tight hug before fireworks were shot at your family. After you pushed Quackity away from you, you saw your father’s corpse lying on the stage floor. It was clear that he had just lost a life.

Quackity collapsed to the stage with a groan before he briefly passed out. You checked if he was still breathing before you looked at Technoblade with anger written clear on your features. You gave a furious shout before you charged at him, determined to kill the unkillable.

You dodged the fireworks that he shot at you before you finally reached him. He dodged your flailing arms and the attempts to push him off from the stage with ease. “I SHOULD’VE KNOWN NOT TO TRUST YOU!”

His shout was dismissed by you, not registering in your clouded mind at all. He grabbed your arms and threw you to the edge of the stage. Before you could get up, he stomped a foot down on your chest and pointed the rocket launcher at your face. You were not phased by this, grinning and laughing with insanity-filled glee. “KILL ME TECHNO! DO IT, GO ON! FUCKING DO IT. BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!”

He stared at you with the most anger you’ve ever seen from him before he pushed you off the stage with a simple kick of his foot. As you were plummeting to your death, you saw Technoblade point the rocket launcher at you before you saw the colorful rockets shooting at you. Your laughter ending abruptly with the explosion of fireworks and the thump of your bloodied corpse against the pavement was something the citizens of Manberg would never forget.

Your brothers stared at your corpse as it disappeared with shock and anger. They never suspected you of all people to be a traitor, they thought you were the sweet, naive kid they knew growing up. They thought your allegiance to them would be unbreaking and you’d follow them blindly. Obviously, they were wrong. There was no saving you. You were too far gone.

When you woke up with Schlatt and Quackity holding your hands at your bedside, all of the memories flooded back to you. They held you as you cried in frustration, wiping at your tears with gentle, reassuring smiles and loving words. Rage filled you as you remembered how they got away with their lives. You had one life left, and you were going to dedicate it to their downfall. Even if you died in the process. They should fear the day you return. There was no saving them from your wrath.

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lonely-lost-soul · 3 years

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Poff Poff

(Platonic C!Schlatt x Niece Reader)

Request 7: Can I request an Uncle Jschlatt and Niece reader? (Platonic ye) maybe Jschlatt could be out taking his niece to a late-night convenience store so they could late-night snack because both he and his niece had a bad day?

Requested by: Anonymous

AU where Puffy is Schlatt’s sister :)

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Schlatt had, had a rough day, to say the least. He once again almost got banned for another scheme gone wrong. His election plans were set in motion but due to the statistics, it looked like he was losing and he was pissed off beyond belief. He had no plans for the rest of the day, all he wanted to do was relax with a drink and a cigarette, maybe watch a movie, just something to help him through the rest of this shitty ass day.

So, When Puffy had shown up on his doorstep and dropped you off to watch you while she went out his immediate response was no. He already smells like cigarette smoke and whiskey he shouldn’t be anywhere near a child. But one harsh glare from his sister made him shut his trap, he looked down at you and you looked just as unhappy to be there.

“Mom do I have to stay here, I’m old enough to stay on my own. Or even with Dream?” The angsty teen groaned tilting her head to the side, her little horns hitting her on the shoulder. Puffy let out a pinched huff pressing her fingers to her nose,

“You know Dreams out with George and Sapnap, plus you’re still too young to be left alone. So you’re staying with Uncle Schlatt until I get back from my date with Niki.”

“But-”

“Hush no butts. Now you.” She pointed a finger at Schlatt, “no smoking or drinking in front of my little Poff got it?” Schlatt rolled his eyes snarling over at his sister,

“Have a little faith in me, sis.” She shot him a look, and he wilted a little bit,

“Be good.”

“I will.” You groaned,

“Not talking to you.”

“I will.” The goat-man grumbled under his breath, finally seeming satisfied his sister departed leaving her equally hotheaded daughter by his side. “So...you smoke?”

“No Uncle Schlatt I don’t smoke,” You sighed a frown on your face usually that comment got a least a snort.

Oh no, not teenage angst.

You walked past him into his humble abode and plopped down on his couch, it also smelled like smoke, “How’s Quackity?”

“You mean Flatty Patty?” He smirked plopping down beside you scratching at his ear absentmindedly. You snickered, there it was,

“No I don’t, you know he hates when you call him that.” You nudged him gently, Schlatt ruffled your hair minding your horns. You huffed at him moving to fix your tousled hair,

“Alright, kid you got me. Now, what’s up with you?”

“Nothings wrong.” You muttered crossing your arms over your chest defensively, he shrugged his shoulders not bothering to push you. “Okay fine!” You blurted throwing your hands in the air, the man raised an eyebrow.

“I didn’t say anything-”

“It’s just Dream’s not been home lately and Mom’s not taking it well. Instead of trying to watch out for him n’ shit, she’s going on dates with Niki.” You groaned falling back against the couch, “When he does come home it’s just for food and to pet, his cat then leave. He barely even says hi to us anymore...we used to be so close. Now he just doesn’t care.” Your face fell and he frowned, Schlatt winced a little he was never known to be very good with comforting people let alone comforting women. He placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed,

“He’ll come around kid, family’s, family you know?” He watched you shrug sadly and he rubbed his chin with his other hand.

He needed another cigarette right now.

You looked up at him and saw him tense, “You can smoke I don’t care.” You gave a little shrug, “either way I’m leaving here smelling like smoke Mom won’t be able to tell the difference.”

“Heh.” He chuckled roughly rubbing the back of his neck, “thank’s kid, I owe you one.” You nodded and watched as Schlatt pulled out his package of cigarettes and frowned seeing it was empty, “Ah fuck me.”

“You out?”

“Yeah. Would you be opposed to a quick drugstore run?” You shrugged your shoulders, indifferent.

“Sure could be fun. Could I get a snack?”

“You could get whatever you want, not payin’ for it.” You snorted loudly covering your mouth to hide your snort. “What? If you can steal it you can get whatever you want.”

“I’m not stealing anything Uncle Schlatt, that’s wrong.”

“Ugh. What’s my goody-two-shoes sister been teaching you?” His nose scrunched up in displeasure. “As long as you don’t get caught anything is legal kid. Stick with me and you’ll learn way more tips than that. I'm a professional.”

“Right cause doing that hasn’t gotten banned before.” You smirked and he glared at you pulling on your horn. The movement caused you to yelp in pain. “Joke! I was joking! Ow!” He muttered a ‘you better be’ before standing up from his couch. You followed him from the couch as he made his way to the door, he held it open for you and you snickered “What a gentlemen.”

“Don’t slander my name like that again.” He scoffed, “Follow me, don’t wander off.” Schlatt commanded as you followed him down to the nearest convenience store, “Go get something you like.” He shooed you off and requested the pack of cigarettes he needed making small talk with the store clerk while you wandered around. “Hurry up kid or you get nothing!”

“I’m coming!” You yelled back in your arms was a pack of sour patch watermelons, a chocolate bar, and some chips, “I got you chips.” Schlatt tried to bite back a smile but it came through anyway and it only made you smile in tandem. He paid for your goodies and you both headed out to go sit outside on a nearby bench. As you sat down you turned to stare at him dead in the eyes, he felt a little unsettled and watched as you slowly pulled out a little bag of popcorn. “I stole it.”

“Holy fuck kid you did it!” He burst into laughter ruffling your hair once again, “I’m proud of you.” You beamed brightly sitting up straighter on the bench, you opened the bag and popped a piece into your mouth. Schlatt reached forward and stole a handful from you, you ripped the bag away defensively and he snickered.

“Soo…” You trailed off softly and he raised an eyebrow at you, “You seemed to have a bad day too. You wanna talk about it?” His eyes widened in surprise, he didn’t take you to be so observant, then again you were Puffy’s child.

“Alright Poff,” he clicked his tongue distastefully and began to recount his woes to his child niece. Halfway through he pulled out a freshly bought cigarette and stuck it between his teeth. He pulled out a lighter flicking it a few times before lighting the cancer stick in his mouth and taking a long drag. You nodded your head in response and seemed to be listening intently to him, as he talked he felt his facade crumbling. The goat man slumped across the bench and was openly ranting to you at this point. “So yeah, that’s how my days going. Guess we both are doing pretty shitily huh?” You pursed your lips,

“Why don’t you ask Quackity to combine both of your votes the day of the election?” He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, you flushed nervously under his stern gaze. “Then you can be the President and he can be your Vice President or something...that way you both win in a way, ya know?”

“Kid…” Schlatt murmured thoughtfully rubbing his chin, “you’re a genius!” He wrapped you up in a hug, “this kid! I love ya! You’re too smart for your good!” You beamed letting out a happy laugh in response, “I’m contacting him immediately. Wilbur and Tommy don’t stand a fucking chance against me now.”

“I’m glad I can make you happy.” You snuggled into his arms but recoiled a little bit at the overwhelming scent of fresh smoke on his clothes, “you deserve it.” Schlatt felt his heart shutter a little at the inclination that he deserves to be happy, he was about to respond with a joke but you started talking again. “You’re a good guy Uncle. You don’t let people see it often but you’re an okay dude,” he watched you fiddle with your fingers as his eyebrows furrowed. He chuckled a little,

“Most people would disagree with you kid.”

“Well most people don’t know like mom and I do,” You pointed out, “Plus if you weren’t a nice guy you wouldn’t have tried to cheer me up.”

“I needed smokes.” He pointed out motioning to the stick in his mouth and you frowned a little.

Good, things were getting too mushy for his liking.

He was about to smirk in triumph but you turned towards him a determined look on your face. “My point still stands, for example, if you weren’t that great of a guy you wouldn’t have watched me today. You would’ve shut the door in Puffy’s face or you wouldn’t have listened and tried to comfort me. Therefore, my point still stands,” You shoved your finger in his face and he grumbled in displeasure. You smirked instead of him, getting the signature family smirk on your face it only made him frown deeper.

“Alright fine, but you tell anyone I’m slightly nice you’re cut off.”

“Cut off from what? You’re inheritance? You’re broke as shit.”

“You’re way too much like your mother.”

“Aw, you think so?” You flushed fondly, “Thanks!” You chirped proudly, puffing out your chest a little bit. He scoffed tugging on your horns once more and smirked as you yelped, “Would you stop doing that!”

“Nah I don’t think I will. Especially because I know it’s bothering you.”

“Asshole.”

“That’s more like it.”

You leaned back against the back of the bench with a loud groan throwing some popcorn at him. He snickered loudly, watching you closely all in all Schlatt did enjoy today. He kissed his teeth a little, you were way smarter than everyone seemingly gave you credit for, especially Dream. When Schlatt wins this election maybe he’d give you a position in his cabinet. He thinks you would like that, finally being able to show people who’s boss and what you’re capable of, yeah that’s what he’ll do. Reluctantly Schlatt pulled you close so your head rested against his shoulder, you smiled up at him softly, all in all, it was a good end to his day.

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henryjekyllsgender · 2 years

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Henry Jekyll x Reader

Person: Henry Jekyll

Fandom: MazM Jekyll & Hyde

Pronouns for Y/N: She/Her

Genre: Fluff

SFW/NSFW: SFW

Warning: None

Authors Notes: Soft Boy, consent boy, perfect boy

KEYS:

(Y/N) Your Name (e.g: Elouise (L/N)

(L/N) Last Name (e.g: Y/N Morales)

(H/T) Hair Type (e.g: Curly, frizzy, straight, wavy)

(H/C) Hair Colour (e.g: Brown, blonde, black, dirty-blonde)

(E/S) Eye Shape (e.g: Thin, large, wide, wide, small)

(E/C) Eye Colour (e.g: Blue, brown, green, grey)

(F/C) Favourite Colour (e.g: Brown, Violet, lavender, grey, sage-green)

Dr Henry Jekyll's POV

I had been hearing rumours that there was a new wealthy family in Soho. The father of the family worked for the government and most of the children were unmarried, of age women.Out of all places to live, they chose Soho?

My good friend, Mr Utterson, had already met the family. He thought of them as a chaotic but loveable family.

That statement alone encouraged me to go to their beautiful and expensive house to invite them to my next dinner party.

I made my way into the family's beautiful garden and through to the doorstep. I take a deep breath and knock on the door gently.

I heard a deep voice from inside yell 'Give us a moment!' I assumed that was one of the children or the father.

The door opened and I saw a man holding a small child. I smile at him.

"Good evening sir, I'm Dr Henry Jekyll. I've heard very highly of your family." The man grins at that statement. "I'm glad to hear that Dr Jekyll. My name's Jonathan L/N, this is my youngest daughter Adelia. There's plenty more children inside."

The young girl looks up at me with an adorable smile. I let her hold my finger as I shake it, imitating a handshake.

"Do come in Dr, I wouldn't want you outside in these conditions." I simply shook my head.

"No no Sir L/N, I'm having a dinner party and ball later this week at my house and I was wondering if you and your family would care to join us? Any of you can come." Jonathan nods. As we exchange details, I see quite a few heads pop out to see what was going on.

I would just remind myself that I was gonna meet them all properly very soon.

Timeskip

It was the day of my party, everything was going perfectly but I had seen no sightings of Jonathan or his family. Rather than feeling glad like I normally would, I felt disappointed. I had been quite excited to meet the family.

As I was deep in thought, I heard the servants at the door greeting more people.

I instantly make my way over and I see Jonathan, his wife and his kids going through the door. I underestimated how many kids he had. There had to be at least 8 or 9 children.

Schlatt sees my expression and chuckles. "I see you're impressed that we can have multiple children without failure?" I sheepishly nod at the man.

Jonathan and I talked away from the rest of the children.

After a little time, I had realised that I hadn't actually met most of the children from Jonathan's large family.

"Jonathan, I believe that I haven't really had the pleasure to meet your family. May you introduce me?" Jonathan nods and takes me over to where they all sat with their mother and another woman, who's face I couldn't see.

He started introducing me to the children, youngest to oldest. I hadn't met the eldest of the group so far. I had assumed that the lady with her back turned was the final child.

Jonathan puts a proud hand on the woman's shoulder. "This is my eldest and most beautiful daughter, Y/N." The girl turned to look at me and I felt like I had been struck with a bolt of love.

I always thought love by first sight was a lie. I guess I needed to stop lying to myself instead.

The girl was perfect. From her H/T, H/C hair to her E/S, E/C eyes. Her dress was a beautiful F/C. It brought out her eyes.

I stared at her before noticing her father nudging me "Are you alright Henry?" I nod to him.

"Sorry sir. Pleased to meet you MISS Y/N." I bring Y/N's gloved hand up and kiss it. Y/N smiled down at me.

"The pleasure is all mine Dr Jekyll."

Further into the night, it came time for the dance. A lot of women were asking me to dance but I refused, looking around for Y/N. Where could she be?

After a while, I found her in a corner, talking to Adelia as the young girl giggled and smiled.

I approach the two and Adelia notices me first. "Hey it's the nice man from the door!"

Y/N turned to see me. Her face lit up. "So you were describing Dr Jekyll this whole time?" Adelia playfully smacked Y/N's arm.

I held my hand out towards Y/N. "Miss L/N, would you let me have the honour of being your first dance?" Y/N giggles and holds my hand back.

"Dr Jekyll, I would be delighted to also be your first dance." I felt a blush crawl onto my cheeks as I realised she had been watching me look for her the whole time.

She pats my shoulder and takes me towards the dancefloor, where many men and women staredin jealousy as this beautiful woman and I danced before anyone else could.

I saw Jonathan looking at us with a proud grin on his face. His wife, Victoria, was also watching. Jonathan simply gave me a thumbs up.

After a while of dancing, Y/N dragged me off the dance floor and into the desolate hallway. She then takes us to one of my balconies. I smiled at her "Was there any need to take me out of my own party?" She simply nods and takes her shoes off carefully.

"It was far too hot in that room and if I wear these shoes for another second I'm afraid they'll fall off!" She states dramatically. I laughed with her as we leaned on each other for support.

Y/N was a great person with an even better sense of humour.

"Your father seemed happy, so did your mother. Do you know why?" Y/N nodded. "May I know why?" She pretends to think.

"Give me a good reason I should tell you?" I chuckle at her and respond quickly "Because we're two foolish adults laughing about feet falling off, what shouldn't we tell eachother?" Y/N nodded her head to the side in agreement.

"Well if you must know, I've never really been fond of men. They would have to pay men to offer their love to me but I don't want to fall in love because of money. I want a real love who loves me because they love ME, if that makes any sense." I smile and put a hand on hers which was resting on the stone railing.

"I understand what you mean, Y/N. You wouldn't have to worry about that if you married me though." I teased playfully and nudged her shoulder. She looks me deep in the eyes "I wish you actually meant that."

I stopped for a moment before replying "What if I did?" Y/N stared at me with shock and love laced into her expression. "Then you would be a bit foolish to fall in love with a silly old doctor when you have Earls practically begging for your attention.

She shook her head "I've always liked smarter men anyway. Besides, you're not old. We're both barely in our thirties."

We both hold eye contact for a few moments before leaning in. We both seemed to realise it was far too early for kissing and we awkwardly looked away. "I'm sorry Henry, I'd rather get to know you before doing anything like that." I nod at her decision.

"And I will choose to respect that until you are ready."

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lin-nin · 3 years

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Hey I totally loved reading your head cannons about Techno, Schlatt, Dream, and BBH accidentally killing their s/o's. I had a request and feel free to decline this if it's too heavy or whatever. What if those four lost a baby with you? Be it a child or a premature baby.

onHe We really suffering with these four two days in a row, huh? Obvious warning for pregnancy, birth, death, gore, miscarriage, all the like! This definitely is a heavier topic but I have no problem writing it. Obvious afab reader, as well :) Added a bonus Philza bc this angst prompt was screaming for some Philza.

Techno losing his child

When you had told Techno you were pregnant, carrying his child, he had been ecstatic. The way he smiled at you was enough to make you melt, especially as he held you close. He would often hold your forming bump, or nuzzle his face against it. The way he cared for you and the child you shared was so incredibly tender, making sure everything was okay for the two of you, for your unplanned family.

He rarely left you alone for long, not wanting you to be unprotected. He had only been at the farm when you had felt it, the sharp pain in your back. It had you staggering, tears in your eyes and hand fluttering immediately to your stomach. You knew something was wrong, and it was confirmed when the blood was on your thighs. You had screamed bloody murder, causing Techno to rush in, axe drawn. Ready to take down whatever had caused you to scream. Only to freeze when he saw you on the floor, sobbing and screaming.

It didn’t take long for him to understand. Especially with the amount of blood there was. He didn’t grieve at first, so worried for you. You always came first. He had helped you, albeit with shaking hands, clean everything up. He even helped you into the tub, hands stroking your hair from your face. You had grown numb and despondent, barely aware of his words. It hurt to see you like that.

He reassured you that it wasn’t your fault- because it wasn’t. It was nothing either of you could have stopped, but you still blamed yourself. He did mourn, though. While unplanned, he had been excited. He had looked forward to being able to raise a child with you. He reassured you in the end that the two of you could try again. Whenever the both of you were ready.

Schlatt losing his child

Becoming pregnant had not been your intention. Not in your plans for years to come. You had simply been fooling around, drinking with Schlatt and maybe getting a bit handsy. So when a few months had passed and you found yourself sick on the regular, a growing bump on your stomach, you were horrified. Not against it, entirely. Just taken purely by surprise.

Schlatt had been a little more vocal about it, expressing his disbelief loudly. He didn’t want to be a father. At least he didn’t think he did. He had just wanted to have fun. That’s all he ever wanted- to do as he please. He didn’t please to be a parent. Yet it was coming anyways.

As he watched you teeter around, pregnancy increasingly obvious, he found himself much more open to the idea. And when you had given birth- a healthy baby boy- he was there. He was there, and he was sober. He even was teary eyed when he got to hold his son. Everything was okay for a couple of weeks, until you noted that he wasn’t eating as much as he should be. He only seemed to grow weaker from there, before succumbing to whatever sickness had grabbed a hold of him.

You had cried, feeling utterly broken. Like you hadn’t protected him enough. Schlatt lapsed into drinking more than normal. He was angrier, snapping at anyone who even brought up his son. The only person he tolerated it from was you. Especially when you had shown up, eyes red from crying, requesting a drink. The two of you weren’t together, but you could definitely grieve your son together. It was, at the very least, cause for a friendship between you two. You had wanted a son, you had had him, and you had lost him. Schlatt felt largely the same, and the only thing that numbed the pain of the loss was alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.

Dream losing his child

Whatever gods there were seemed to have a sick sense of humor. You loved Dream so much. Everyone knew it, it was clear in the way you looked at him. Everyone knew he loved you the same, too. Especially in the early days, when he didn’t hide his tender touches and soft kisses from the public eye. Even when things started to change, when he grew defensive and angry, he still loved you the same. Even if it was harder for everyone else to tell, you knew. You could see it in his eyes. You were his weakness.

Which had lead to an argument between the two of you. You were a weakness, a liability, in danger. Something he needed to rid himself of. Which was when you had dropped on him that you were pregnant. It wasn’t what you had planned, not the way you’d wanted to tell him. It was almost as if the words had short circuited his brain, tongue turning to lead. He seemed to soften up after that. At least towards you. Only in private. In public he had only seemed to deny any attachment to you vehemently.

Your pregnancy had progressed normally, and everyone quickly knew of it. There were some congratulations, while others worried about Dream’s ability to be a father figure. You didn’t entirely pay them mind. Of course, nothing ever went smoothly with Dream. You had no way of knowing that when you went into labor, your baby would have come out without air in her little lungs or a beat to her heart. You had cried, so much. Holding her little body against you. Dream had seemed to shut down, staring down at his lifeless daughter.

He seemed distant afterwards. He blamed himself, truly. For maybe if he had been a better person, his daughter would have been born alive. He had practically cut you off, saying that he couldn’t risk you going through that pain and loss again due to his actions. It showed him that even if he wanted all the control in the world, there were some things he couldn’t control. The best way he could control this was by removing you from being put in that situation again.

Bad losing his child

Bad was always vocal with his love for you. You adored it, relishing in the way he would proudly tell anyone who would listen about you. It was endearing and you couldn’t help but tug at his sleeve to get him to lean down so you could kiss his cheek. That’s why it was no surprise when you had fallen pregnant. It was still in the early days, then, too. Back when L’Manberg was still around. You didn’t involve yourself too much with it, though. You were too focused on making everything perfect for your baby.

Bad had pampered you like there was no tomorrow. Getting you flowers, and your favorite baked goods from Nihachu. He would carry you around everywhere. He doted on you and made sure you got everything you wanted and that you were as healthy as can be. You adored it, and always responded by kissing the tip of his horns lovingly.

That’s why it was a surprise when your contractions had come early. Far too early. Bad fretted over you, which only seemed to stress you out. The baby was so tiny when she was born. Yet she was alive, and somehow still perfect. Your sweet angel. You loved her, staying by her side religiously. Bad was much the same, scared to even sleep. She spent so long fighting for her life. She was too small, too young, too underdeveloped. You knew it would happen eventually, her chances of survival low. It was why you cherished every moment with her.

Yet when she had finally lost the energy to fight to breathe, in your arms, you bawled. You cried for days on end, letting Bad hold you close as you did. He only held you, rocking you back and forth. He was hurt, unsure what to say o comfort you. Until one day he came to you, a newfound light in his eyes. Claiming to have found your baby, just in a new form. You had followed him, hoping that whatever it was he was right about. As you saw the red vines he presented to you, you felt the same attachment you had felt for your daughter. This really was her, wasn’t it?

Philza losing his child

Philza had been so excited when you had given birth to his son. His second child, at least biologically. He doted on the pair of you like there was no tomorrow. Always telling you how proud he was of you, how much he loved you. Giving your son everything in the world. After all, after losing Wilbur, he was determined to make sure he didn’t lose his second child. Especially when the boy’s wings started to flourish.

Teaching him to fly had always been his favorite thing, especially as he got the hang of it and could effortlessly soar through the skies with him. You would often find shelter under a tree, fondly watching the pair of them fly. As he grew, he had begun flying on his own, straying further from Philza. You never worried. There wasn’t anything to worry about. Until one day you watched him get struck in the chest with the bolt of a crossbow, helplessly watching him plummet almost immediately to the ground.

You had screamed, and so had Philza. He absolutely could not lose a second son, but watching his child speed down to the earth, he already knew he had. He looked with a vengeance for who had killed his son, while you scrambled your way over to where he had landed. Finding the culprit was easy, at least with wings. He hadn’t even thought twice when he had found the fleeing orange flurry that was undoubtedly his grandson. His trident wasn’t in his hand for long, being thrown straight into him.

Fundy had been vehement in his last breaths, insisting that Philza couldn’t love him as a grandson, and couldn’t love his other son properly either. Philza had no interest in his words, simply ripping his trident from his body and leaving. He grieved heavily when he had returned to your side, helping you bury your son. Despite his grief, and clear depression, he never pushed you away or distanced himself. If anything, he seemed to hold you closer. As if it would repair the damage left on both of you.

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griffintail · 3 years

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His Little Star

Summary: The results are in.

Pairings: Parental! Wilbur x F! Child! Reader

Previous | Next

Warnings: The Election, Blood, Angst, Lost Lives, Death

A/N: It’s canon.

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“We’ll win daddy, I’m sure.” (Y/N) gave a bright smile as Wilbur adjusted her hat on her head.

“I’m sure we will little star.” He smiled lightly at her. “Now, come on. Everyone will be waiting for us.”

He took her hand and the two of them walked together, to go beyond their inner walls to get to the podium where the results would be read by himself. (Y/N) had confidence and so did he. This was his nation, his people! He started this safe haven for them and he would keep it that way by keeping the power to protect them.

People had gathered around already, sitting in their seats to hear the election results.

Today was the day.

“There you are,” Tommy said, sweating slightly.

“Calm now my Vice President.” Wilbur smiled. “Have some confidence in us alright?”

Tommy nodded, wringing his hat slightly before straightening it out and putting it on his head, giving Wilbur a salute. “Yes sir.”

“There he is.” Wilbur gripped his shoulder. “I need to read out the results, I need you to have a hand on (Y/N) for me.”

“Yeah, alright. Come on dork.” Tommy said.

“Tommy,” Wilbur warned.

“Sorry!” Tommy raised one hand as his other took her free hand.

“I won’t be far little star.” Wilbur smiled before the trio went onto the stage.

Cheers and claps sounded. Wilbur acknowledged them as Tubbo gave him the election results envelope before scurrying down into the audience. He already knew about Schlatt and Quackity’s new partnership but he knew he could do this.

“Hello, gentlemen.” Wilbur nodded his head to them, George standing next to Quackity’s side and Schlatt standing with his arms crossed. “And my son.”

Fundy had joined extremely late into the campaigning and when Wilbur found out, he was proud of his son for standing up for himself but it broke his heart at the same time. It had also broken (Y/N)’s heart as well when he had to tell her why Fundy wouldn’t be around for a little while. She had given a small tantrum, a rare sight, as she didn’t understand why her brother wouldn’t stand with him and her.

“Wilbur,” Schlatt smirked.

“You seem rather well today,” Wilbur commented.

“I’m here to win, need to look my best.” The goat man shrugged, looking over at the little girl holding onto Tommy’s hand. “Brought the little brat along?”

Wilbur straightened up taller as he took note that his son did as well. “I would kindly ask you not to call my daughter such names.”

Schlatt snorted as he made eye contact with the little girl. “Hey, brat, ready to watch your dad lose?”

Wilbur was surprised as (Y/N) stood tall herself, a frown on her face. “Daddy is president, he’ll win. Pog 2020!”

Wilbur grinned; that was his little star.

“You heard my little star. Now, gentlemen, to your places. It’s time to announce the results.”

Everyone went to their spots as Tommy whispered to (Y/N), “Next time we’ll teach you to swear at him.”

Wilbur rolled his eyes, still smiling at Tommy’s antics. Then he looked at the crowd, taking a deep breath before starting.

“My fellow L’Manbergians. Thank you for coming here today to watch a historic moment! The passing over of the presidency for the first election of L’Manberg. I have with me the election results of the four parties: Swag 2020, Pog 2020, Coconut 2020, and Schlatt 2020. Now the turn out of this election was astounding.” Wilbur nodded. “Without further ado, I want to go through the election results.”

Opening the envelope, Wilbur looked at the votes, and…they won! They had the most votes! But…wait…his math had to be wrong…That can’t be right…

Gripping the paper, he glanced at his little star, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet, Tommy trying to get her to stop.

Their L’Manberg…

Steeling himself, he spoke.

“With nine percent of the vote, in fourth place is Coconut 2020,” Wilbur announced, Fundy clapping for himself with a few polite claps. “With thirteen percent of the vote, coming in third place is Schlatt 2020.”

There were more polite claps from the crowd as a few were shocked after the upbringing he had brought halfway into the campaigning.

“Now, that just leaves two parties left. That leaves the two major front runners as the final options.” Wilbur’s heart pounded as he stared at the numbers for a moment before looking at the crowd. “In second place thirty percent of the popular vote, led by the party leader Quackity, Swag 2020.”

(Y/N) immediately started clapping and jumping as Tommy lifted her up himself and cheered.

“Meaning that the winner of the first popular vote by forty-five percent is Pog 2020.” Wilbur’s voice went quieter hearing the people cheer with his daughter and brother.

This was their L’Manberg but…

“Listen! Listen, listen.” Wilbur called for silence and Tommy stopped, looking at Wilbur with a grin, (Y/N) trying her best to contain her excitement but failing. “Please stop celebrating.” He put the paper down as he looked at Tommy and (Y/N). “Two nights ago, on the night of the election.”

Taking a deep breath, he told everyone as he still addressed the two, Tommy’s grin falling.

“Quackity made a deal with the leader of Schlatt 2020. Mr. Jschlatt. Quackity said, no matter what happens, Quackity would pool Swag 2020 votes on with Schlatt 2020 votes.” He turned to the people. “Pog 2020 got forty-five percent of the popular vote. Meaning that the coalition government of Schlatt and Swag 2020 got forty-six percent of the votes! Meaning that tonight, ladies and gentlemen on Tuesday the twenty-second of September 2020, Schlatt 2020 has been inaugurated.”

“What does that mean?” (Y/N) whispered to Tommy, whimpering quietly at all the loud shouting as Tommy froze in shock.

Wilbur took off his hat and cleared his throat, being as polite as possible as he offered the stage to Schlatt before taking Tommy’s shoulder.

“Come on Tommy, we’re citizens tonight,” Wilbur muttered.

“No.” (Y/N) had tears in her eyes and Wilbur gave her a sad smile.

He took her out of Tommy’s hold and held her instead, wiping her tears.

“It’s ok little star. It’s still our L’Manberg. Alright?” He kissed her forehead, giving her a seat before sitting next to her. “Things just…might be a little different.”

He took her hand gently and instead she hugged his arm as Tommy sat next to him as well still in a state of shock. One percent…

Schlatt tapped on the mic, grinning wickedly. “Well…that was pretty easy.” He held his arms out.

(Y/N) gripped onto his arm tighter as she watched the man with wicked horns. Wilbur removed her hat and gently ran a hand through her hair. They were both devastated with the results, they had both been so confident…

They still had their home but Wilbur couldn’t protect it right anymore! His little star…

“You know what I said, the day I started my campaign. I said things are gonna change. I looked every citizen of L’Manberg in the eyes and I said you listen to me; this place will be a lot different tomorrow.” He smirked. “Let’s start making it happen.”

“Wilbur.” Tommy finally spoke. “Are you sure?”

Schlatt looked Wilbur in the eye and he tensed. He didn’t like that look.

“My first decree, as the president of L’Manberg. The emperor! Of this great country! Is to revoke! The citizenship of Wilbur Soot and Tommy Innit!”

Wilbur stood; his entire body on edge. An entire body of people…

Some were shouting protests, several were pulling…weapons…

His instincts from the war came back as he glanced at his little girl next to him, who was frozen in fear. They needed to go now.

“Tommy. Tommy run!” Wilbur shouted before scooping up (Y/N).

(Y/N) screamed at the sudden action as Wilbur sprinted, clutching onto her. People shouted as he glanced back, hearing Schlatt demand for their lives.

“Hold on (Y/N)!” Wilbur commanded as he made for the inner walls.

“Daddy?!” She asked panicked as she clutched onto his uniform.

“Come on, come on.” Wilbur hissed to himself as he could hear Tommy behind him telling him to go faster.

Wilbur let out a relieved laugh as he pulled out an invisibility potion.

“Drink a few sips,” Wilbur told (Y/N), uncorking the bottle with his teeth before handing it to her.

She nervously took it and drank a few sips before Wilbur quickly shot back the rest. It worked quickly and they were gone from everyone’s view as he saw Tommy running by and quickly diving into the walls. He had a speed potion.

Wilbur looked behind him, paling at the crossbows firing his way. Arrows flew by, one catching him in the shoulder

“Shit!”

He stumbled as he turned before dashing to the bunker, Tommy waiting by the entrance in panic as (Y/N) was giving whimpers. He turned slightly towards the crowd as he got to the bunker entrance. Several more arrows came and (Y/N) screamed as he shouted at Tommy to go. The pair dove through the suspended water and came out the other side. (Y/N) coughed and sobbed as the both of them were still invisible and now soaking.

“It’s ok little star. We’ll make it out.” Wilbur muttered to her as he took in his surroundings.

“Where do we go?” Tommy looked around in panic.

“We got to get far away, grab as much as you can and we run,” Wilbur commanded, sprinting down the stairs.

He grabbed a few useful potions and supplies when he started to reappear again with (Y/N).

“Ok, let’s—”

“Wilbur!” Tommy dropped a bow he had picked up.

“What?” Wilbur looked around on instinct.

“(Y/N)’s hurt!”

Wilbur’s world slowed as he looked down. His hand was wet but when he moved it away…it was wet with blood…

She had been shot…with a crossbow bolt…and she had stopped crying…

“No. No, no, no, no. No! NO!” Wilbur shouted as he quickly got to the floor and put her down to look her over.

Her eyes were closed and her breathing extremely shallow. Her uniform was covered in blood spreading from where the bolt struck.

“Little star. Please you got to wake up.” Wilbur pleaded as he pulled out one of the healing potions from his bag. “Wake up for me, my little star.”

He looked at his blood-covered hands and had to keep himself from puking as he handed the potion to Tommy, who had gotten on the ground beside them.

“Pour this on the second I pull the bolt out,” Wilbur told him.

“This is healing, it’s not regen Wilbur, the wound—” Tommy sputtered.

“It will slow down the bleeding significantly until I can properly bandage her now do as I say, Tommy!” Wilbur shouted.

Tommy nodded with shaky breaths. Wilbur held his breath as he took the end of the bolt, counting out loud before pulling it out. (Y/N)’s body didn’t even give a reaction. Tommy poured the healing potion on the wound as they both looked up hearing voices above.

“Shit.” Wilbur frantically looked around.

He shrugged off his jacket to stem some more of the bleeding when Tommy gave a choked sound. Looking back…his little star had stopped breathing…

“No…please god no. Little star.” Wilbur pleaded.

The voices were getting louder as Tommy stood up, shaking. Tommy had one life left and people were coming to kill them too.

Wilbur let out a sob as he knew, this was a lost life for his little girl. His little star…that he promised to always protect…

“Wilbur,” Tommy mumbled.

“I’m so sorry little star.” He whispered, tears blurring his vision, before standing up, covered in more blood than he realized. “We need to get to my home, then we run as far as we can from L’Manberg. Understood?”

Tommy nodded, trying to remember how to breathe. Wilbur and took out new invisibility potions.

“Bottoms up,” Wilbur muttered before they both threw back the potions and kept the bottles.

They snuck their way out and carefully went through the land to Wilbur’s home. Wilbur practically dashed in.

“(Y/N)!” Wilbur shouted as he rushed for her room, shedding his bloody uniform coat and leaving it.

“D-Daddy!”

Wilbur stumbled as he caught the door frame and found (Y/N) sobbing as she hugged the bee plush Tubbo had given her along with the fox one Niki had given her.

“Daddy’s here,” Wilbur whispered, pulling her into him. “I know. I’m back. Come on, we need to go little star.”

He picked her up, letting her clutch onto him as he grabbed a few of his own supplies, having her drink again before he and Tommy sprinted out of L’Manberg territory.

They shot his fucking child.

They ran them out of their own country.

Out of their home!

He squeezed the little girl tightly as they reappeared, Tommy, checking their retreat.

This was going to take a lot more than what he could do. He’d need some help…

For now.

“I’m here little star.” Wilbur shushed her gently, kissing the top of her head. “I’m so sorry my little darling. I’ll fix it. I promise I’ll fix all of this.”

For now, they needed shelter so he could care for his daughter that had lost a life…

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technowoah · 3 years

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In a rich man's world

I wrote this in a day be proud yall :)

A C!Schlatt b̶l̶u̶r̶b̶ imagine (platonic)

+ C!Wilbur x reader (established)

⚠︎ swearing, manipulation (?), drinking, smoking, mentions of weapons. I didn't proofread

"STAY THERE. Dont come for me until I say that its safe. I know Schlatt will follow you so dont come-"

"GET EM OUT OF HERE!"

"Stay my love!"

This wasnt what you expected when Wilbur said to stay. You didnt think that staying in Manberg would insue that Tubbo would be considered Schlatt's vice president and you becoming his "First Lady".

He said in his own words, "Im interested in you. To be honest I don't know how someone like Wilbur can get a woman like you."

You took that to heart instantly. You and Wilbur were together for a reason. You loved him and he loved you. You and Wilbur built L'Manburg, you followed his dream and right now you are watching his dream, firsthand, be destroyed. You had watched him loose the election by 1 percent to Quackity and Schlatt and immediately after that get run out of his own country by the man he now despises. The man that's now your president.

Late at night you remember the faces of Tommy and Wilbur who were standing in the middle of a crowd of archers, their arrows pointed towards them as you tried to push your way through to get to Wilbur. He finally grabbed your arm and took off running, dragging you along with him.

The three of you finally came to a stop by a river when he said those words to you. Wilbur had told you to stay with Tubbo until things blew over and the two of you could see eachother again. Tommy continued to yell in the background that they should continue to run, Wilbur tried to give you one last hug when he was ripped away by Tommy.

You stood there breathless as arrow whipped past you and nearing your feet. You heard footsteps behind you. Thinking it was either one of the archers behind you, you didn't move until a hand was placed upon your shoulder. Discomfort flew through your body as your mind caught up to the idea that Schlatt was behind you.

"Dont watse your time. You heard the man." Schlatt said as he ended up walking away leaving you stunned.

He was an asshole and he knew it too. You could probably tell he was smirking as he walked away. That bastard just came all the way here just to taunt you and then leave. You ended up going back to the podium where you met with everyone else who didn't chase after Wilbur and Tommy.

Your mind was filled with hatred for Schlatt and uncertainty for the future. With Wilbur you had a future already made in L'Manburg, you two were going to get married, have children, reign in L'Manburg, but now what?

Schlatt ended up asking both you and Tubbo to come up onto the stage during his second presidential speech. You both stood, one on each side, of Schlatt uneasy. You were figeting while you awaited the reason why he brung both Tubbo and you up there. Tubbo looked anxious, he was flinching everytime Schlatt motioned towards him. You wish you both could find some comfort in this situation, but you couldn't grasp onto anything.

Schlatt then announced Tubbo as his vice president and you as his first lady. And that's where you are now, in a huge room with a round table sat in the middle. George, Quackity, Tubbo and you were sat around it the 5 of you barely taking up the huge meeting table.

That place is where he said those words to you, that he found you interesting and belittled your and Wilbur's relationship. That's where you realized he was doing this on purpose. Everything had begun to clear up in your mind as the days went on.

Time was passing and you haven't seen Wilbur in days. It was tiring and both Tubbo and Schlatt saw this.

Tubbo and you began to take nightly walks after working for the ram-man to blow off steam and complain. You always found yourselves following the path the Tommy and Wilbur took before stopping and wondering which way they went. Soon those walks became more informative because Wilbur gave Tubbo the green light, and gave him the coordinates to their hideout. He had told you that Wilbur knows that Schlatt is keeping an eye on you and it's safer until Schlatt lets his gaurd down.

Tubbo told you one night that Wilbur had teamed up with Technoblade, and made the underground city Pogtopia. He said it looked beautiful down there and that you'll love it. He also told Wilbur that you were Schlatt's first lady and he freaked out. After realizing that Tubbo kept telling you what was happening, you decided to make Tubbo your messenger boy until you could see Wilbur and Tommy again. It was sad that this was the way you two had to communicate, but whatever it takes for everyone to be together.

Schlatt on the other hand. He noticed you moping around in meeting rooms and while writing decrees. Schlatt wasn't good with words, we all know that, but he was good with material things. As days passed by and letters were written you began to find jewelry on your nightstand, gleaming in the moonlight without a note. More things began to show up in your bedroom, that Schlatt had given you. You said you were uncomfortable with sleeping in the same room and after a little bit of back and forth he obliged.

Bracelets hung on your doorknob, rings on your bed, enchanted weapons, basically anything that shined was in your hands.

Schlatt had even invited you to have a one on one meeting with him about a new decree he was working on. He sat at the head of the table while you sat on the side of him.

Schlatt slid the papers over to you, a cigarette lazily hanging from his mouth. You had gotton used to the smell of alcohol and cigarettes while being around Schlatt because that's what he smelled like 24/7.

"So what do ya think?" Schlatt ssid while blowing out smoke.

"It's sucks!" You said in disbelief.

"I want you to rewrite it then." He leaned back inhaling more smoke.

"What?!"

"You heard me broad! Write my decrees from now on." Schlatt said getting up from his chair.

He had put a table against a wall that was placed there for types of alcohol he wanted during a meeting. He grabbed a huge wine glass and a full bottle of red wine. He opened the bottle and drank a little from it before pouring a full glass apparently for you. He offered you the glass, slightly sitting on the table infront of you.

"I dont wanna do this shit anymore. It's boring so you'll do it for me. You know, I was gonna have Quackity do it, but. No. Just no." Schlatt shook his head as drank straight out of the bottle.

You smirked as you drank from your glass as well. You knew he was lying. You just didnt know the exact reason why. At this point you didn't care, you had the power you and Wilbur wanted in the first place, everything seemed to be coming full circle for you.

The decree was sitting right in front of you next to the cigarette Schlatt placed there, not caring if his cigarette was put out or not. You remembered the jewelry and weapons he had brought you to cheer you up and the fancy red wine and the glass that held it that shined like diamonds.

Schlatt finished his bottle of red wine and slammed his bottle onto the table. He rolled his head around and groaned. Schlatt turned his head to look at you from his seat on the table.

"So whaddya think?"

Maybe you could stay for a little longer.

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bittersvgar · 3 years

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Number 316

Just you having horns like schlatt, except yours bigger because you're a girl boss obviously.

Also their is some language here but not that much

Ewe-a female sheep

Dsmp x reader? Idk

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You were always an independent person, challenging the rules of nature when you had the chance. Its how it got you here, becoming one of the most respected woman in your kingdom. Standing around 5'7 with the biggest horn people seen an ewe ever have, angering many males.

A knock was heard as you tried to sip your tea to calm down the headache happening, watching as your assistant came in timidly.

"Miss Y/n, sorry to disturb you but it seems you have another challenger."

You sighed, putting down your tea as you stood up to smooth out the wrinkles on your suit. "Tell them I'll be there in a minute."

Grabbing your gloves, you look your self in mirror, watching your scars move slightly as you flexed your hand. Placing the gloves on, you walked out of the big mansion you lived in, meeting the crowed that circled around someone.

The crowd separated to let you walk by, which means the closer you got, the clearer you saw your opponent. He was tall, you'll give him that. He was hunched over slightly, wobbling on his feet as he held a bottle of beer in his right hand. He had mutton chops that oddly suited him.

Two person seems to be holding him back, as if trying to convince him to back out, one having fox-like feature while the other had small wings on his back, that where slightly flapping as he tried to pull the ram back.

"I'm guessing your the challenger." You spoke, watching his pals let him go, giving up. The ram just eyed you down, looking at your figure that was shown from the suit you were wearing, which angered you slightly as he didn't even try to hide it. "My name is Y/n, a pleasure to meet you."

You took your hand out to shake, which the male quickly grabbed as he pulled you closer, squishing your bodies together. You tried to back up but he quickly place put hand on your waist, stopping you as he leaned forward.

"Pleasure is all mine."

Angered from his action you quickly pushed him back,causing him to trip, the stench of booze lingering around you, making your headache worst.

"Let's just get this over with." You said, nodding at your assistant who took her microphone.

"Ladies and gentleman! Ram and ewes! We are all gathered today to see another match for dominance! You all know the rules! Do not interfere or else you'll be greatly punished!"

She turned towards the Ram, asking for his name only to not get a response as he glared at you. One of his friends had to step in to tell her his name to continue.

"The challenger today is Schlatt vs our long time winner Y/n!" She showed the crowd an emerald before explaining, " The moment this emerald hits the ground the fight will commence! Now can the challenger please draw your weapon!"

Someone handed you your sword, who you thanked as you twirled it around.

"So what she can do some trick, big deal." Schlatt sneered at her before realising something. "Oh shit. Where the fuck is my weapon?"

He looked over at Fundy and Quackity who just shrugged.

"GIVE ME ONE OF YOU WEAPONS!"

"Are you ready!"

"NO! DOES IT LOOK LIKE IM READY!"

Quackity fumbled with his axe, trying to get it off his belt but he was to late.

"Go!"

Schlatt looked at you, who just stared back at him angrily. He chugged the rest of his beer, wiping his mouth before bringing the bottle up.

You just shooked your head before rushing at him, running towards the right, causing him to swing when you got close. Taking this opportunity, you quickly stopped before moving to the left, making Schlatt stumbled forward.

Taking pity on the man you took the hilt of your sword and slammed it on his back, causing Schlatt to fall on the ground face first with a thud, the glass bottle shattering in his hand leaving small but painful cuts.

"You bitch!"

He said, turning his body around, using his left hand to support his body weight only for you to hold the sword near his throat causing him to lean back to avoid being sliced.

"Admit defeat."

"Suck my dick." He spat, causing you to dig the sword on his shoulder, making his grunt in pain.

"Admit." You hissed, twisting the sword. "Defeat."

"Fine. FINE!" He yelled, grasping his shoulder when you took out your sword from his shoulder. "I LOST OK!

Your assistant smiled, bring the microphone to her lips as she cheered.

"THE WINNER IS Y/N!"

Many cheered, mostly ewes as many Rams in the crowd huffed in frustration.

You walked closer to the Schlatt, who was currently being attended by medics.

"What do you want."

You ignored him, your assistant handing you a saw, as squat down to grab one of his horns.

"Wait! WAIT! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" He thrashed in the medic's grip who hold him down for this. His friends also being restrain from trying to interfere.

"My reward." You bluntly said, sawing off about an inch of his horn, giving the saw back to someone as you got up.

"I'll- I'LL KILL YOU!" He yelled, head hurting from the vibration of the horn being sawed off.

"Shut up, it's tradition." You said annoyed, grabbing his other un-injured horn as you turn his head to the crowd. "Besides, look at all the other Rams who tried." You whispered near his ear.

Many rams in the crowd had an inch of their horn taken off, some even had two inches off, meaning they tried to challenge twice only to not succeed.

"Their pride and joy sawed off. And do you know who has their horns."

You questioned him, tugging his horn when he didn't respond, causing his head the be yanked backwards.

"Me. So what makes you think you can kill me."

And with that you let go of his horn. Turning back to your house with a part of his horn in your hand.

'What is this? The 302?'

You thought, blandly staring at the shiny horn in your hands. You walked in your study, pushing a button, the reveal a wall behind the bookcase. The sound of your heels echoed as you walked, before you finally made in to your destination.

Hundreds of horns stood on the walls. Each horn having a name and number on them indicating the order you got them. With your first horn in a glass case, the name 'dad' written on a sign next to it.

You stared at that specific horn, angrily clenching your fist as you grabbed a sign, looking at the last horn number before writing on the sign.

You placed the horn on the wall before placing the sign right next to it.

Schlatt, Number 316

Okay but im kinda proud because i did this in like 2 hours. Also its not proofread so sorry for the mistakes.

#schlatt #x reader #mcyt x reader #dsmp #dsmp x y/n #dsmp x reader #quackity #fundy #mcyt #hybrid reader

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raindownforme · 3 years

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omg omg ok ok so maybe for a request charlie and the reader and how they interact as streamers?? like a friends to lovers au but you can tell how they fall in love through all their interactions online & in games (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

like for example whenever they play on the smp charlie only reaaallly wants to help the reader and when anyone else asks he’s like hm? what? IT JUST SEEMED CUTE IN MY HEAD ☹️💌

Lore

Charlie slimecicle x reader [they/them used]

“Hello twitchers.” y/n smiled into the face cam, watching the chat fly by a mile a minute. They knew they’d draw in a larger audience today, it being their first official stream on the Dream SMP. They loaded up the game, spawning in a wooded area surrounded by cobblestone. “Alright where do we- hello?”

y/n leaned closer to the screen. They could see someone standing behind a tree. Someone in glasses and green blotchy skin. They typed into the in-game chat, trying to get who ever it was to come closer. Thankfully they did, revealing a character named Slimecicle. y/n looked over to the discord server, pulling themselves into a voice channel with the mystery person.

“Hi there!” Slimecicle’s voice rang through y/n’s headphones and they smiled. They liked the sound of his voice. “Im Charlie. Welcome.”

“Thanks. Do you know how to get anywhere?”

“Yeah!” Charlie’s character jumped as y/n followed after him. Charlie led them to a snowy mountainside that had been covered with sand. Someone had built a white mansion and several other buildings, including a fountain and a tall tower. “This is where I live.”

“This mansion?” y/n panned to look around the mountainside. They glanced over to watch their chat fly by.

“No I just live in the country in general. Las Nevadas!” Charlie jumped up and down, punching y/n in a friendly manner. “Oh are you hungry? I have food!”

Charlie’s character threw a stack of lamb chops at y/n. They smiled at him, then quickly realized he couldn’t see them. “Thanks! Where is this by the way.”

“Only the best country ever. It’s Las Nevadas! Do you want to live here?”

“Sure!” y/n followed as Charlie ran around. He showed them all around the country; the casino, the strip club, the restaurant, and even the garden. “Charlie this is so cool!”

“I know!” Charlie jumped up and down in a circle. “I’m not the guy who owns it but I’m sure he’d like to meet you.”

“Oh.” y/n paused, biting their cheek. “Will he be okay with me being here?”

“Of course he will. It’s Quackity! Let’s find you somewhere to live.” y/n followed Charlie to the tall white tower. He led them behind it to a flat plot of sand. “Here! We’ll be neighbors.”

“Awesome. I don’t have anything to build with yet but-“

“Oh here!” Charlie ran into the base of the tower, coming back 30 seconds later. He threw two stacks of oak logs to y/n. “Is this what you needed?”

“I- yeah. That’s a lot of wood.”

“I want you to have it!”

y/n smiled bashfully, trying to swallow the heat rising to their cheeks. They could see their twitch chat running by with messages asking if it was lore or cannon. “Here. Take this then.”

Charlie marveled at the flower y/n had tossed him, a blue cornflower. He smiled, holding a hand over his mouth to hide from the prying eyes of his own twitch chat. “Thank you.”

y/n began running around the plot, randomly placing oak planks to make a frame for their house. They tossed Charlie some planks, allowing him to help build up the home. They continued beholding for another half an hour, allowing y/n to have a gorgeous one story home with room for storage and supplies.

“Thanks for all your help today.”

“Of course! Do I get to see you again?”

y/n smiled, glancing over at discord to make sure they’d requested to be friends with Charlie. “Of course! I’ll see you around the server?”

y/n and Charlie saw each other quite often around the server. y/n logged on, Charlie was there. They’d spend hours in the game mining together, building structures, hunting. It went on months of them interacting in streams and lore exclusively.

“You can’t do this Quackity.” y/n spoke slowly. They’d been practicing the recording for this lore for weeks now, and thank god it wasn’t live. “I trust you, and I’m glad we’re friends, but this? Burning it all? What will that do for you. What will any of this do for you?”

“I know you haven’t been here as long, but this is my fucking country. It’s my fucking war. Who the hell are you to think you have any understanding of this? And ideas?”

“Because this isn’t how it works. This isn’t going to work. How many times have you tried this and it just hasn’t happened or you? I don’t know, maybe think about Schlatt? Or Technoblade?”

Quackity froze, being eerily silent. y/n glanced over at the script, making sure nothing was missed. “How do you know about that? Who told you about that?” Quackity’s character ran forward with a diamond sword in hand. “That is none of your business.”

“It’s none of your business how I know.” y/n backed away from Quackity as he walked closer. “I may not have been here long but I have friends.”

“What friends you have-“ he paused, realization setting in. “You have Slime. My friend.”

Quackity came at y/n swinging, they tried to fight back, blocking with a shield and iron sword. “Quackity enough! This isn’t what you want! Quackity please-“

y/n stopped, holding a breath and muting their mic. Quackity had landed the final blow, taking their first cannon life. They moved slightly away from their set up, making sure to not touch any keys. They knew Quackity was still recording, and Charlie’s part was coming soon.

Quackity panted. Taking a shaky breath. “Fuck. Okay. God I can’t believe-“ y/n waited expectantly. Quackity’s pause meant that he saw Charlie. “Oh. Hey bud.”

“Quackity from Las Nevadas.” Charlie almost sounded like he was crying. “What did you do?”

“Slime, you don’t understand, they knew more than they should-“

“So you killed them?” Quackity was quiet. y/n silently cheered to themselves, proud of both Charlie and Quackity’s acting. “You- you took my friend. You took my friend away and- are they coming back? Is y/n coming back?”

“Slime, I took one life. It doesn’t matter. They don’t matter. They didn’t care about Las Nevadas, not like we do.” y/n could hear Quackity’s character moving from his audio in the discord call. “It’s you and me Slime, my best friend.”

“No.”

“No?” y/n looked over the shared script, searching for what part was happening. They hadn’t read this far ahead. “What do you mean no?”

“I cared about y/n. They were my friend. This is not how you treat a friend.”

“And how would you know?”

“Because I know Quackity. I know.”

Charlie and Quackity came to a halt, waiting a moment before speaking again. “That was great!” y/n exited the Minecraft world, turning their full attention to the discord call. Quackity had his camera on, smiling, but Charlie still kept his camera off. “Was there anything else to record today?”

“No that’s it.” There was some clicking from Quackity’s end. “Thanks again. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Yeah, later.”

Quackity exited the discord call, leaving Charlie and y/n in silence. Charlie cleared his throat, turning on his camera. His room was lit by just the lights behind his set up, casting his shadow over the shelves of stuffed toys and collectibles behind him. “Hey.”

“Hey!” y/n felt their face grow warm slightly. “I didn’t realize there was that much more to the script.”

“Yeah.”

y/n chewed the inside of their cheek. It almost sounded like Charlie was disappointed. “Are you okay? You sound upset.”

“I just-“ Charlie paused, resting his chin on his propped-up hands. “What do we do now? I don’t want to stop playing minecraft with you.”

“Charlie we don’t have to stop. Just because the lore goes one way doesn’t mean that we can’t interact.”

“But continuity-“

“You’re thinking like DnD.” y/n smiled gently at him. “If you still want to play together we can, it’ll just be like a secret. Or we can do our own lore. I’m sure if we talk to everyone about it me and you can write something.” Charlie didn’t say anything, and they frowned. “Is there something else?”

“I kind wish they didn’t kill you so early. I’ve still got my lives.”

“Maybe Quackity will kill you next.”

“That’s not-“ Charlie huffed, running a hand through his hair. “I like the character dynamic. I like us interacting. I like us.”

y/n paused, their face burning. They’d be lying if they said they hadn’t thought about the dynamic between themself and Charlie. The clips of them talking on late night streams. The fan-art all over Twitter. The edits recommended to them on Instagram. Hell, they thought about it even without seeing any prompted content. Charlie was on their mind most of the day. They’d constantly find themselves checking twitch to see if he was live or discord to see if he was active. Charlie had become a constant in y/n’s life and they indulged themself in it. “I like the dynamic too.”

“Well we don’t have that dynamic if you stop being part of Las Nevadas. There isn’t us.”

“Charlie, what are you talking about?”

“I’ve been— fucking— I’ve been using this stupid server to get closer to you. I thought that maybe you liked us the way that I liked us and I- I don’t know what I’m doing now.” Charlie rubbed his hands over his eyes. “I just didn’t want you to go.”

“Charlie I’m not going anywhere. I like us too.”

“You do?” Charlie perked up a bit, seeming more enthusiastic.

“Just cause we write lore doesn’t mean it affects us. Here, watch this.” y/n went onto the shared script, hoping Charlie still had it open, and began to type. They wrote about how y/n would possibly live alone in the woods on the outskirts of Las Nevadas, staying close to Charlie.

They could see Charlie smile on the other end of the call, then emit the sound of keys tapping. y/n watched as the words appeared on the page: Charlie tells y/n how he feels.

y/n gasped and turned back to the discord call. “I wanted to tell you soon. I guess I didn’t realize how upset the recording would make me.”

“Charlie, how long have you had a crush on me?”

“Uh, remember your first day?” y/n nodded eagerly. “Yeah. Probably about there.”

y/n turned back to the shared document, typing furiously. “It’s a good thing I like you too.”

Charlie smiled widely at the words; y/n returns his affection. He smiled at the discord call, resting his face in his hands. “Well then, what’s next for our lore darling?”

y/n chuckled, going back to open minecraft. “Help me make a new house.”

“Only if my bed can be next to yours.”

“Deal.”

They could hear Charlie tapping on his keyboard as he loaded in the game. “I know we haven’t met in person, but I’m serious. I like you.”

“And I’m serious. I like you too.” y/n looked at Charlie’s character on their screen. “It does kind of suck we’ve never met but that doesn’t mean-“

“I bought a ticket.”

“W-what? What kind of ticket?”

“A plane ticket. For next week. I mean if that’s okay. I can still cancel it.”

“No! I mean yes. I’d be delighted to have you come over Charlie.” y/n felt their smile soften.

“Can I still have a bed then?”

“Yes!” y/n laughed, going back to the game. They placed two beds side-by-side in the open air. “How’s this?”

“Better.” Charlie’s character went to stand on one of the beds. “Maybe we can write something different- oh.”

y/n looked at the document. Quackity had left them a comment on their new writing, telling them to flirt elsewhere. “Well, I guess he had a point.”

“Back to the game then darling?”

y/n smiled bashfully at the nickname. “Back to the game.”

#charlie slimecicle my beloved #charlie slimecicle #charlie slimecicle x reader #slimecicle #slimecicle x reader #dsmp fanfic #dsmp x reader #dsmp #lunch club #lunch club x reader #chuckle sandwich #chuckle sammy

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evienyx · 3 years

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DSMP Citizens POV- Part 1

I've seen a lot of the memes going around, but I'm not funny enough to write that, so here's my addition to the trend :p

This is part one, because I had a lot of fun with this and want to do it more.

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DSMP Citizen POV Masterlist

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Sometimes, it was odd for the residents of the Dream SMP to be reminded of the fact that the constant state of chaos that their server was in was not, in fact, reflective of every server.

"Why did we move here?" One woman in Snowchester whispers to another as the sirens go off for yet another nuke test and they duck down into their bunker.

The other shrugs. She doesn't have an answer. No one does.

Things started out all right, the people supposed. There weren't any wars, at least. Some of those who lived on the server before the Revolution could remember back far enough to tell you about the first true conflict, between Dream, the creator of their home, and TommyInnit, a sixteen-year-old who could yell shockingly loud, even for a teenager. Dream fought against Tommy and Tubbo (yet another teenager), and it seemed to all be in good fun.

Some will tell you now, though, that the signs of tension were already there, and when Wilbur Soot joined, those tensions only escalated.

One moment, things on the server were normal, the next, there was a Revolution.

"Did anyone else hear Dream shouting about 'white flags' this morning?" One person would ask their friends, and receive nods in return. "Anyone know what it's about?"

"A Revolution," one would respond. "Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are starting a new country."

"Oh," the first would hum. "How long until they get completely crushed?"

"Eh, I give 'em a week."

It was only a week, but it did not end the way anyone thought it would. Instead, L'Manburg gained its independence after TommyInnit gave up his discs once he lost a duel with Dream.

"Is the L'Manburg cabinet missing someone?"

"No, I don't think so. Anyway, did you hear that Dream just declared that Eret is to be crowned king?"

"...Can he do that?"

"He's Dream. He can do whatever he wants."

After the Revolution, when the server finally had more than one ruling faction, more than one place to live, things seemed to pick up a bit. President Soot, with Vice President Innit (VP Tommy, the people called him), ruled over L'Manburg, and called it a place of freedom. When word spread to other servers, people came to see for themselves.

And often, they stayed.

It was peaceful, for a while.

"President Soot announced he's holding an election," one man said to his wife one day.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Said it was for democracy." The man snorted. "He and Innit are the only party running, though. Sounds like a bunch of bullshit to me."

"Darling, I know you're still salty about losing the war, but there's no reason to talk bad about a child," his wife said.

The man wrinkled his nose. "Still."

It was peaceful during the campaign.

For a while.

Then, though, Quackity announced that he was running for president, with GeorgeNotFound, best friend of Dream himself, as his running mate.

"This feels like a sitcom," one girl says as she watches the debate reruns with her friends.

"At least it's entertaining," her friend replies, shoving popcorn into his mouth.

And, for the people of the Dream SMP, from both L'Manburg and the Greater SMP, it was entertaining.

Until the election results came in, Schlatt was declared the winner, and President Soot and VP Tommy were banished.

"Dude, dude!" One teen says to their friends, running up to meet them on the Prime Path.

"What is it?"

"I just saw Technoblade join the server!"

The arrival of the Blood God shifted something in the people of the Dream SMP. When he joined Pogtopia, the rebellion being led by the two ex-leaders of the country, the people felt something settle within themselves.

All of a sudden, choosing sides wasn't as simple as where you live.

It was what you care about.

As the son of the ex-president burned down the old flag, the people of the Dream SMP, of (L')Manburg and of the Greater SMP, realized suddenly that they had to make a choice.

Without even wanting to, without doing anything to deserve it, they would have to fight.

Some people went to Pogtopia, some stayed in Manburg, some in the Greater SMP. Those in the latter two stayed where they were because they wanted to stay out of it.

It didn't change anything, in the end.

In Manburg, they watched their president (Emperor) fall further and further into alcohol, yelling at his cabinet and talking of expanding into territory that they had no right to.

In the Greater SMP, murmurs of King Eret's attempts to assist the Pogtopia rebels filled the alleyways.

In Pogtopia, people sat and watched the decline of the man that they had all once believed in. As Wilbur Soot slowly devolved until he was no longer recognizable as the man who had once led people to freedom, the residents of Pogtopia ate potatoes farmed by a man famous for his bloodlust and pretended that they were sleeping somewhere warm.

The day of the Manburg Festival, though, things felt better. Other than ex-president Soot and ex-VP Tommy (Wilbur and Tommy, the two insisted. No one listened), everyone, even the rebels in Pogtopia, were invited to attend. The people wandered through the stalls playing games, watching as Soot's son attempted (in vain) to drown Technoblade, buying food, and chatting with people from other factions, friends and family that they hadn't spoken to in weeks.

When the time came for the speeches, before the true festivities were set to begin, everyone was feeling good about the day. People congratulated Secretary Tubbo for a successful event, and offered him small words of encouragement for his speech coming up. The teenager would grin at all who spoke to him, and looked (rightfully) proud of how well he organized and decorated the festival.

Secretary Tubbo gave his speech, and people clapped, and then fell silent as President (Emperor) Schlatt laughed, asked for his Vice-President's assistance, and encased the teenager in a cage of concrete.

And then he called Technoblade to the stage.

And then, in front of the people of the Dream SMP, a teenager was executed in a spray of color that shot toward the sky.

Fireworks rained down on the people in the stands, then, and, regardless of where they were from, the people of the Dream SMP ran.

The Pogtopia ranks grew that day, and a nineteen-year-old who claimed to be a doctor without showing any credentials forced four other people to help her heal VP Tommy after he fought Technoblade in a pit, egged on by a man who once might have called himself his brother.

"How is this kid not dead yet?" One of the helpers asked, looking at the unconscious teenager's face.

"Pure spite?"

The first hummed. "Sounds about right."

One day, a bit after the festival, the people of Pogtopia woke to find Vice President Quackity walking through the ravine as if he owned the place.

One resident was noted to rub his eyes, blink three times, and then say, "It's too early for this shit," before heading back to bed.

A surprising number of people followed his lead.

Finally, the day of November 16th came, when Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit vowed to take their country back.

"I heard President Soot is planning to blow up L'Manburg," one Pogtopian woman mentioned to her friend as they suited up and prepared to fight, as they had signed up to be part of the forces.

"That's stupid," her friend replied.

"Bet you ten diamonds he blows something up."

"Fine."

As the country of L'Manburg blew sky-high, one woman was seen following another, screaming that she wanted her diamonds.

When Pogtopia won the war, the forces from both sides sat outside of the remains of the van as President Soot, VP Tommy, Secretary Tubbo, Dream, Technoblade, and many more, all piled inside to confront Emperor Schlatt.

They emerged fifteen minutes later, and Dream announced to the crowd that Schlatt was dead.

There was no time for the news to sink in, as they played hot potato with the presidency, going from VP Tommy to Wilbur Soot to Secretary Tubbo.

"President Soot is leaving, do you see that?"

"Probably going to the river to celebrate the win, if you know what I mean."

"Literally shut up. Never speak again. I hate you."

As the newly-inaugurated President Tubbo finished his speech, the people felt a wave of relief wash over them. Maybe the server could finally be peaceful once more.

Then, there was the tell-tale hiss of explosives under their feet, and the people ran as the ground beneath them fell away.

Stories of what happened next are conflicting, to say the least.

Words of President Soot dying in the explosion, of him turning the blade on himself, of another man killing him.

"He had wings," people who saw the man said. "Blonde hair, a green hat and robes. He stabbed Soot with the guy's own sword."

Technoblade apparently gave an incredible speech, and anyone who was there to witness it lamented that they hadn't recorded it.

Then, two Withers flew through the sky, and blood ran down the newly-exposed stones, and people who had never experienced death on the server before finally knew what it was like to die.

Afterward, though, when the anarchist had fled and the ex-President lay dead, President Tubbo, with VP Tommy by his side, stood and addressed the people, and made promises of a brighter future, and the hope and determination in his eyes was enough for the people to hope that maybe he was right.

("Whoa, cool wings, dude," a resident of L'Manburg said to their newest neighbor, a man in green with wings, burned across all the feathers, sprouting from his back. "Wait, what happened to them?"

"Oh, I was protecting my son from the explosion," the new resident replied.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Is your son all right at least?"

"No, he died just a few minutes afterward. His last life, too." The man sighed. "As much as I hate to admit it, he probably deserved it."

A beat. "What did he do?"

"Well, you may have heard of him. Wilbur Soot? He was the president here before Schlatt, I believe."

"...Holy shit, you're the bird man that killed President Soot!"

"Yeah, mate, that's me."

"...He was your son?"

"...Yeah."

"...What the fuck is wrong with your family?")

#dsmp citizen pov #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp citizen memes #these memes have been the funniest thing stg #theyre bringing some good laughs to me at the least #anyway this one was a little angsty and a little long-winded #i wanna do one soon that is more direct #like from the pov of one particular person #when i have time i will bc this was really fun #mcyt #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #dsmp citizens #tubbo #dream

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ramzawrites · 3 years

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Snow Day - Dad!Schlatt and Reader

Pairings: none

Characters included: Schlatt, Tubbo, Quackity

Warnings: cursing

Series: It’s a small fun drabble

Summary: It snowed in Manberg! How can you not be excited for it! Tubbo and Y/N certainly are, dragging their father Schlatt out so they can play in the snow.

Word count: 2220

Author’s Note: Okay, obviously lorewise this doesn’t make much sense but I just wanted to have a nice little drabble about Dad!Schlatt playing with Y/N and Tubbo in the snow since I love snowy days. Also I’m kinda just writing drabbles right now to get through my writers block so if you have any ideas shoot em my way though I am a slow writer, sorry

„Dad! Dad! Wake up!“ Y/N came running into Schlatt’s bedroom, jumping straight onto his bed, landing on his legs.

Schlatt threw his eyes open and let out a pained cry. His child was young and not that heavy but it still felt like they just snapped his legs in two.

“God damn it, Y/N! What in the world are you doing? How early is it anyway?” he sighed as he pushed them off to the side so they wouldn’t destroy his bones anymore, wondering why they were awake so early. Taking a short look at his alarm clock he could see he still would’ve had about an hour of sleep before having to get up for work.

Their eyes were wide with excitement as they grabbed his blanket and begun pulling on it “Dad! It’s snowing! It’s snowing!” Jumping up and down in excitement on the side of his bed.

Now it made sense why Y/N woke him up.

A smirk appeared on his face. He closed his eyes again, pulled his blanket up and turned away from Y/N. Acting as if he fell asleep again.

“No!” Y/N cried out in horror. Throwing themself against Schlatt and grabbing onto his horns. Softly pulling on them. Not hard enough to hurt but just enough to annoy him.

He finally decided to sit up “Okay! You won! Let me get dressed and then we’ll see about going outside, okay? Also wake your brother up if he is still asleep. He’ll want to go out as well.”

Their frown immediately turned into a huge brimming smile “Yes!” He let out a deep breath, already knowing that this day would be a straining one. Actually he had some stuff to work on back in the White House but alas the first snow fell and these plans got obviously pushed back.

Maybe he needed that small break anyhow.

As he got up and got dressed in comfortable and warm clothing, opting out of his usual suit due to the snow, he heard some rumbling and laughing from outside his room. The two kids were excitedly yelling about the snow, making snowmen and igloos.

Once he got properly dressed he took a look outside his window only to see Manberg covered in a thick layer of snow. It looked peaceful and beautiful but dread was still building up in him. If the snow was that thick he will have to shovel some of the snow in front of his house away. To that he would have to make his way to the office through all of that.

It was very tempting to grab his communicator and shoot Quackity a message that today the two could take the day off, though as president of a small nation this isn’t a thing you could just nonchalantly do. So instead he grabbed his communicator and wrote Quackity a different message “Will come in a few hours later than usual today. You can take your time as well.”

He didn’t immediately receive an answer. Quackity was probably still asleep, which made sense. He didn’t have a child at home that woke up early and noticed the snow before anyone else in the house after all.

Schlatt opened up the door to his room only to see Tubbo skipping down the stairs, already dressed and full with energy. Of course he was happy to see both of his kids being excited but he was still lagging behind concerning his own energy.

“Hey, kiddos.” He yawned, stepping down the stairs himself, already seeing the two trying to wrangle themselves into their boots. “Before we go out let’s eat some breakfast first.”

“But dad!” Tubbo whined, still trying to push his foot into the shoe.

Schlatt shook his head “No buts. First breakfast and then we can go out and play.”

Both Tubbo and Y/N looked absolutely betrayed he would force them to eat first before being able to go out but they also knew there was no sense arguing with him about it, so they just begrudgingly let go of their boots and followed their father into the kitchen where he begun making some basic breakfast for the three of them.

Schlatt was taking his time drinking his coffee and eating his food, slowly waking up properly while Y/N and Tubbo couldn’t sit still on their chairs. Wharfing down their food and drink as fast as they could only to be annoyed at Schlatt’s slow eating. He would lie if he didn’t think it was a tiny bit amusing watching them as they struggled to patiently wait for him. Honestly it looked like they were sitting on hot coals.

“Come on! Eat faster!” Y/N drawled out angrily. Tubbo let out a frustrated sigh showing that he was just as annoyed as his little sibling.

Oh how easy Schlatt could prolong this by pouring himself another cup of coffee. He almost went for it but he didn’t want to torture his kids too much.

Rolling his eyes he gave them a small nod “Alright, alright. You guys get dressed up and I’ll follow you guys in a sec.”

Both let out relieved sighs and exclamations almost literally jumping off their chairs and running out to get their things.

That’s when Schlatt’s communicator rung. Seems like Quackity finally answered him.

“Gotcha Boss.”

While Schlatt didn’t necessarily wanted to make his children wait even longer he still took the time to get properly dressed up in his coat, gloves and scarf. He even got some ear muffs out for the two as well which the two didn’t appreciate. Schlatt used his authority as their dad though to make them wear the muffs.

Then it was finally time. Schlatt opened the door and the kids ran out right into the snow. Both laughing in glee as they threw themselves right into it. Schlatt wanted to chastise them for it since this would most likely end up with them catching a cold but he stopped himself. It has been a while since they could play in the snow so he wanted to let them enjoy themselves like that just for a little bit. Also he didn’t like how much he acted like a typical boring, worried dad.

While the two were yelling and throwing snow around Schlatt got his snow shovel out and begun freeing up the front door. He was a few minutes in as he felt something pull on his jacket. Turning around he saw Y/N trying to get his attention.

“Can you help us build a snowman?”

Y/N looked expectantly at their father. Cheecks and nose flushed from the cold. Snow was gathering on their head, especially on their small horns. The horns were still pretty small but since they were a bit rough the snow stuck to them very easily. Schlatt smiled and got rid of the snow on their head.

“Alright but only one. Then we have to make our way into the city.”

Their eyes begun to glisten “You are taking us with you to work?”

“Something like that, come on kiddo. Let’s get the snowman going.”

Together the three begun working on making a snowman together. Schlatt took care of the biggest snowball since he was obviously the strongest of he group. Tubbo took care of the middle part and Y/N rolled together the head for their master piece. Since they were also the fastest done they were allowed to look for things to decorate it later with.

As Tubbo helped Schlatt setting the snowman together Y/N reappeared with some twigs and stones in their hands.

“There you are, was wondering what took so long.” Tubbo smiled as he put more snow on the snowman to fill in some indents.

Y/N just stuck their tongue out and begun trying to stick some twigs at the side to make some makeshift arms for the snowman. Schlatt helped them a little bit to make sure it was really stuck in there before they continued to put on a crooked smile with small pebbles.

Once they were done the group gave the snowman a good look over. It was definitely not perfect but both Tubbo and Y/N had they biggest and proudest smiles on as they looked at it. Schlatt was smiling too, more happy about their happiness than their little snowman.

That’s when Schlatt had an idea. He took some of the more elastic twigs and put them on the head of the snowman, curling them around its head to make it look similar to the horns he had and pushing the ends back into the head so it would stay in that form. Well, to be fair Tubbo’s horns were well on their way to resemble his and while Y/N’s were still pretty small they already begun to show a similar curl.

Satisfied with his work he picked up Y/N who wrapped their arms around him for a short hug “Thanks Dad. It looks great.”

Tubbo nodded “Yeah! That does kinda look like dad though!”

Schlatt frowned “Hey! What is that supposed to mean!”

“How about we add two more later as well! One for me and one for Y/N!” Tubbo stated. Expertly ignoring his father’s outburst.

Y/N giggled “Yes! Let’s do it!”

“Later. I have to slowly get into the city so I can go work. I’ll take you guys with me this time. We’ll find something for you guys to do there, alright?”

The two agreed sure enough so the group made their way, albeit slowly due to the snow, into the heart of Manberg where the White House was waiting for them. Usually Schlatt would leave them at home. Tubbo was old enough to look over his younger sibling and the way into the city isn’t that long either way anyhow. They would hang around at home and do their shenanigans or just run to Manberg where they would hang out with the other residents.

Schlatt had problems expressing it but he was truly proud of his two gremlin kids. They were usually really patient and polite which was honestly pretty surprising seeing how he acted but somehow he managed to raise two polite and nice kids. Okay, they sometimes get into trouble but who could fault them that’s just what kids do.

Inside Manberg you could see a few residents shoveling snow away from the walkways and homes. Some seemed to be happy to see the snow while others were pretty annoyed. Schlatt would have been one of the latter group if his children weren’t so happy with all of this.

He has really gone soft hasn’t he?

“Alright. We are here now. You guys can come in with me and warm up a bit but you two can also go and play.” He rambled off as he set Y/N back down.

“Can we have some money so we can buy some food from Niki’s?” Tubbo asked.

Schlatt frowned, putting on an expression as if him getting out some money and handing it towards him was physically hurting him “You are killing me, Tubbo. You better not waste it.”

Tubbo just rolled his eyes and held his hand out for Y/N to take it so they could walk off together.

Schlatt put his hands on his sides, looking at the two walking off for a few seconds before he felt something hard hitting his back, resulting in him letting out a yelp in surprise. Both the kids turned around laughing at the weird sound their father made only to see Quackity standing behind him with a mischievous grin, already forming a new snowball in his hands.

“Oh you are so dead, motherfucker.” Schlatt grumbled only to make a snowball himself to throw it at the duck hybrid, hitting him square in the chest. Feeling a tiny bit vindicated by this Schlatt begun to cackle.

Y/N looked at Tubbo, not sure what to make of this, who in return just shrugged. When they looked back at their still cackling dad they saw how Quackity was pointing to the snowball in his hand and then at them. It took them a moment to understand what he meant but immediately crouched down to get better access to the snow once they understood. Tubbo followed suit.

This is how a full blown snowball fight started though it wasn’t much as a fight since Quackity, Tubbo and Y/N all concentrated on Schlatt. Throwing all they had against him. Schlatt had to hide behind an old stall that was still standing on the marketplace, only sometimes looking from behind it, throwing his own snowballs.

To think he was angry and trying his best to get this stall removed for the longest time now only for it to now save his life.

“Y/N! You are supposed to throw it at your dad! Not me!” Quackity suddenly yelled out.

Curious Schlatt took a look from behind the stall only to see how Y/N ran towards him to hide behind the stall as well while Quackity was trying his best to get rid off the snow that was on his beanie.

Schlatt was impressed. A headshot, huh.

Y/N was out of breath huddling down next to their father “I thought it was unfair. Three versus one didn’t seem right.”

Schlatt formed a new snowball, handing it to Y/N “That’s why you are my favorite” he joked “Now let’s start the counterattack.”

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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Hello! Um hopefully this is ok but can you do a platonic poly relationship with tech reader and philza? And one day the reader comes over to there abode with a basket full of sweets and pastries (muffins bread ect-) also cottagecore quiet reader please she/they pronouns

Thank you! :D

(A/N): I’m back yall! Sorry I’ve been gone (in terms of writing/request doing) for so long, I just kinda lost motivation to write for a bit

Ok so you’re childhood best friends with Technoblade

You two met when you accidentally bumped into each other in the village by the sbi fam’s house

You were calmly along the cobblestone path when a cute dress in a store window caught your eye. You kept walking, but you were eyeing the dress as you walked by it. It was just your aesthetic: a vintage ruby red dress with laces tying the two sides together, a floused opening to the bottom of the dress, and puffy white sleeves. It looked like it was in your size too. It was absolutely perfect.

Just as you were about to walk into the store to check out the price, you bumped into someone and fell to the ground behind you. Looking up, you saw that the person that you bumped into was also on the ground looking at you. You saw that the boy was about your age with fair skin and long pastel pink hair tied into a messy ponytail. Peculiarly, he had small tusks poking out from his bottom lip, floppy pig ears on the top of his head, and crimson eyes. A piglin hybrid perhaps?

Feeling a small blush work it’s way onto your face, you quickly got up and held out a hand to the boy. “I am so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going! Are you okay? Here, let me help you up.”

He looked at your hand for a bit before he grabbed it with his own and allowed you to haul him up to his feet. You looked him up and down scanning him for any injuries he might’ve gotten from the fall. Luckily, it didn’t look like he got hurt. The boy looked down at his feet and bent over to pick up the picnic basket and the few muffins that dropped out of it. Putting the muffins back in, he handed the basket back to you with a small smile and a blush of his own.

“It’s really no problem, I’m fine so it’s no harm done. Actually,” he chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck, “I wasn’t looking where I was going either. I got distracted by that sword in the window.” He pointed with a thumb over his shoulder at the armory shop next to the dress shop. In the window was a shining golden sword glimmering in the bright sunlight. If you squinted, you could see a sign that said that it had a high level fire aspect and looting enchantments.

“Well, it looks really pretty. I don’t know much about swords, so maybe you could tell me about them? I’m (y/n),” you gave him a small smile and stuck out your hand once more. He shook it with a grin, “Technoblade.”

That was the start of a beautiful friendship with him and his family

You met Philza, his father

The avian was extremely excited and happy that his quietest son finally made a new friend

He treated you like you were his own daughter

You might as well be a part of the family with how much you came over to babysit Tommy or to just relax with Techno

You always bring over a basket of baked treats/pastries whenever you came over

Lemme just say, the family feasted and always fought over the last one

When you started to come over at least once a day for a bit with a basket full of sweets, Philza had to pull you aside and ask you to slow down a bit with the treats

“Hey (y/n) could I actually talk to you for a second?”

“Sure! Tech, I’ll be out in a sec.” The piglin hybrid curtly nodded and walked out the back door to the backyard. You smiled at Philza before you set the basket down onto the table and started to put the rolls onto a plate.

“I know it’s not much today, I didn’t have much time yesterday to bake.”

“That’s fine, but it’s not what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh?” Internally, you began to panic slightly. Oh Ender, you didn’t do anything bad did you? You couldn’t think of anything you did wrong. In fact, you actively avoided any wrongdoing or talking to strangers. Oh no, were you accidentally rude to someone?

“You aren’t in trouble,” he smiled lightly when he saw you slump in relief, “I was just wondering why you always bring over baked things. Don’t get me wrong, they’re delicious and we really appreciate that you take the time to make us things, but we kinda have a little too much. Maybe slow down a bit with bringing them over?”

You felt an embarrassed blush spread across your face as you nodded and put all your focus into transferring the bread rolls over to the plate. “Sorry Phil, I just bake whenever I’m stressed or bored and I just have a lot left over after I give some to my family.”

“And that’s completely valid! Just maybe don’t bring over so much, breaking up the fights with Tommy, Wil, and Tech just gets a bit much at times,” he grinned and clapped a hand over your shoulder.

As the years passed, you and Techno only grew closer

You taught Techno how to do meticulous neat braids in his hair while in turn he taught you some self defense

Mans makes sure you can properly and efficiently wield a sword and shoot a bow and arrow

Poor guy can’t lose another friend

When he moves to the tundra, he invites you to live with him but you reluctantly refuse

You had Tommy and Wilbur to look after in L’manberg

Being pissed at Schlatt when he exiles them

Following them into exile leaving behind shocked Manbergians

They didn’t think you were capable of the screaming, let alone such profanity

Practically launching yourself at Techno when he agrees to helping Pogtopia

Him making sure that the withers don’t harm you, even going as far as hitting them and luring them away from you

Staying with Techno after L’manberg is reinstated under Tubbo’s rule

Starting to dislike leadership and governments in general after Tommy gets exiled (again)

Convincing Technoblade to let Tommy stay with you two

Absolutely hating governments when the Butcher Army places Philza under house arrest and rolls up to your guys’ house and takes Techno and Carl

They lock you in the house, but you pick the lock with the bobby pin you kept the bandana pinned to your hair with

You follow them to L’manberg and break down when you see the anvils crashing down onto Techno

Screaming profanities at the Butcher Army and taking out your sword to attack them not noticing when Techno runs away safely

Philza watching everything from the balcony and cheering you on

You almost take away one of Fundy’s (whom you considered to be your nephew until the whole Butcher Army incident) lives before you feel a sword slice your arm and an arrow shooting its way through your thigh

Turning, you gave Tubbo and Ranboo the fiercest glare you could as you were standing over a half-dead Fundy with a sword dripping blood hanging at your side

You, the soft spoken and sweet one that gave everybody baked goods wherever you went, screaming profanities at the festival and the execution was scary enough, but this?

Absolute nightmare fuel, gonna stick in their minds for a long time

You attempt to fight them but you lose and end up with injuries too severe for you to continue fighting

Philza being the one to yell at you to go home to the tundra telling you that Techno’s alive bc of a totem of undying

You felt kinda stupid after that, Technoblade never dies (you often half joked that he was immortal like Philza)

You limp home and get met with a bone crushing uncharacteristic hug from Techno

He patches you up after reassuring you that the blood on him wasn’t his (he tells you about the duel in great detail)

In turn you tell him about your 3 v 1 duel, feeling a bit dejected bc you ended up losing

Him being literally so proud of you for facing 3 people at once, but also scolding you slightly for going into it blindly

When Philza moves in, everything feels complete and fulfilled (at least to you)

You help Philza clean and dress his damaged wing

Also helping him do some physical therapy so that he could at least move it

Comforting him whenever he felt down about not being able to fly again

You invite him and Techno to cook with you and it surprisingly ends up better than you expected it to be

When Tommy betrays Techno, you and Philza end up being the only ones he could fully trust (later slowly adding Niki and Ranboo to the mix when The Syndicate is formed)

You are Harpocrates when The Syndicate is formed due to your quiet nature

Philza and Techno fully 100% supporting your decision of not wanting to reveal your identity

At the second meeting you show up with a full mask covering your face and the opposite of what you normally wore (more of a grunge type beat)

Only communicating in nods and writing at meetings, living up to your nickname

You never reveal your identity to Niki or Ranboo

Pleasant late night conversations around the fire with hot chocolate and your baked goods

Techno still lets you braid his hair (sometimes you even put flowers in it) from time to time

You braid Philza’s hair when it gets too long

Braid chains when yall get too bored? Hell yeah

Ultimately, you three become a strong family unit (goals)

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