#sun talks dreamsmp

[barrenclan]

Can’t stop thinking of a Have You Seen My Sister Evelyn AMV/MAP of Pinepaw and Daffodilpaw looking for their sister. It starts out silly- cartoon art style, Pine and Daff asking various Clanmates on where they saw Asphodel last, lots of hijinks and slapstick, etc. Over the course of the song, the landscape gets progressively darker and more realistic, with occasional realistic shots, until at the very end the gleeful illusion is broken and it’s just BarrenClan standing over a child’s corpse

Okay, I have got to address this. This is the - fourth? fifth? - time that this song has been suggested to me with this exact idea for it. I answered the first one some time ago, and haven't answered the succeeding ones for that reason, but I cannot ignore it any longer. PATFW fans psychically communicating to each other.

I see you sliding a DreamSMP song in here, I was there. You ain't slick.

Where will you be When the sun goes dark

Where will you be When death comes knocking Oh no, where will you be

I'm always surprised how many people write songs about empty, forsaken lands! It's more popular than I thought.

There's nothing left of this day There's nothing left of this town Our time has ceased with such sorrow There's no one left here to mourn

Outside they cry, wolves in the night <- arooo.... Dark with their howls all around We'll just lie here, clothed in our sheepskin And trying to pretend there's no harm

I am going to put my two cents in and say DarkProwl.

You called, I answered Open the door, I enter The glow, the candor A feeling like no other

I wanna climb inside Be someone impolite Wanna eat you alive Should I, should I, should I?

AHHH HELP... you're not. Wrong??

This sounds like a super cute idea, with Blacknose being the singer and the bridge between Egret and Mallow.

It could be weird, but I think I'm into it You know I'm one for the overly passionate I like you, and I loved him We could all be the best kind of friends

You've got so much in common Talk about your taste in women I'll be in the middle While you two get along

Heartaches, heartaches My loving you, they're only heartaches Your kiss was such a sacred thing to me I can't believe it's just a burning memory

Heartaches, heartaches What does it matter how my heart breaks? I should be happy with someone new But my heart aches for you

Wailing... sobbing... my boys.......

Please, please be here for me dear 'Cause I've never needed a friend more And I can't stress enough How much it means to me that you're trying And I don't mind if you can't hold me like you used to 'Cause I've never hated myself more And this is just a bump in the road and I promise I'm trying

I'm trying to tear the wool from your eyes But a part of me wants to let you be 'Cause then you wouldn't see what I've become

Yes I think it would be!

Follow my moves Don't make a sound We will get past and we'll never be found Darker than blue Darker than black We will escape and we'll never come back

I can see it! Something about lost childhoods, and homes that used to be full but are now empty.

Standing in the yard, dressed like a kid The house is white and the lawn is dead The lawn is dead, the lawn is dead

Illinois toll road, Indiana plain Roll the windows down, shoot at the change Half return, half return Honey in your mouth when you gave me my name Tears in your eyes when you pull it like a chain

#ask #anon #music #pinepaw #darkprowl #blacknose #egrettail #mallowstar #cormorantpaw

[spaceless-vacuum]

Fandom‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ DreamSMP

Pairing‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ Techno x reader, Dream x reader, George x reader

Word count‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ 1,102

Summery‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ They just want to hold you and have you close to them. That’s it. This is just my excuse to write some fluff where the boys are feeling needy to you.

Misc‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ Implied relationship on techno and George’s part, dream hasn’t confessed his feelings to you in his part, George’s part is shorter than the others but it’s still sweet, as always these are the characters and not the people I’m writing for.

Techno:

It was cold. Too cold. The wind was picking up snowflakes and throwing them against Techno’s skin. His coat was normally enough to take the bite out of the cold. To make it just a bit more bearable. Tonight, it did no such thing. All the coat did was collect the snow on itself and hold it closer to Techno’s body. The path was almost over. He could see the light in one of the many windows of his house.

The door was kicked open. Using the energy to move a hand seemed almost too much. Instead techno just stood there in the doorway. Looking into his house. Staring down at the floor. At you, and Steve. Both of you lying on the ground sleeping peacefully through the storm. It was warmer inside. Heat melted the snow off of Techno as he stood there. 

Steve wasn't who he had been wanting to see all day.

You laid on the floor, sleeping peacefully. It was a surprise to be woken up suddenly. Crushed under the wait of, what must have been a hug. Steve groaned and got up from his spot on the floor. Taking himself, your makeshift pillow, with him. Techno didn't move when Steve did. He just sat on the floor next to you. Holding you close to him.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck. Taking in deep breaths. Just trying to savor this moment for as long as it could last. His arms held you tight to his chest. Mumbling into your neck Techno muttered his I love yous and talked about how much he missed you today. In between the words he placed small kisses against your skin. Accenting his words with a sweet affection.

“Techno…” You started. Not wanting to sound dismissive but also needing to point something out. “All you did was go Wither skull farming. It hasn't been more than three hours…”

Dream:

There was never a point where Dream felt like things were too far out of his control. Yeah sure sometimes plans changed, and sometimes things didn't go according to the set plan. That didn't matter. It was his ability to adapt to these changes of plan that made him so able to control each and every situation.

Which is why it confused him. The way that you just showed up and entered his life.

Dream was confused and unable to control himself when around you. His heartbeat faster no matter how hard he controlled his breathing. Sometimes his breath just stopped. Caught up in his throat over the words you just said. Or even worse. His face would get red, and he would be saved only because of his mask that hid his face. It was like his own body had held a mutiny and thrown his brain overboard.

Maybe you knew about all of that and just never said anything. It was possible you weren't aware of it yourself.

Which brought Dream to his newest plan. He had to see if you did the same things as him. Did you light up when he entered the room the same way he did? The thought that you did indeed do this too made his heartbeat faster. The thought that you didn't… also made his heartbeat faster. This time it was an unpleasant beat though.

You were in the garden. The sun was high in the sky and the heat was fought off by the gentle wind. A cool breeze shook the flowers. Bending them in your direction. As if the world itself had to have you as much as he did.

His boots were a familiar sound. It wasn't unusual to have Dream suddenly approach without announcing himself for any number of reasons. What was unusual was what he did once he got close.

Dream threw his arms around you. Wrapping them around your neck. His arms wanted to wrap even harder around you. To be able to hold you even closer to himself; but he didn't want to hurt you. If he increased pressure it might become painful. So he fought himself. Struggling against his own urge to bring you closer.

Your neck was warm. It was all he could think about as he buried himself into the crook of your neck. Enjoying the simple feeling of warmth. Even if it was just for a moment.

Just as soon as the embrace started it broke. Without a word of explanation Dream nodded at you, and then took his leave. Too embarrassed to try speaking. Not that he could have gotten a word out. If his breath got caught in his throat he didn't want to know if words would as well.

Dream fled back down the hall. Heading someplace where he wouldn't be bothered so he could wait for the warm feeling of happiness to fade away. Other work had to be done, but not before Dream realized a simple mistake. His entire plan was to see if you had reacted the same way he does. Yet never once did he break contact to look at you. Only leaving just as fast as he had entered. The plan was a failure.

Or, an absent thought spoke, a success. Now Dream had another excuse to hug you again. To hold you close once more.

George:

“No…” George wrapped his arms around you tighter as you stood up. Trying to pull you closer to his body. To prevent you from leaving. He was stronger than he realized, or maybe you were already unbalanced. Either way you fell back down. Now that you were in his lap again, he wasn't going to just let you leave.

“I really need you right now.” George mumbled into your neck. Pressing little kisses along your neck, to your chin, and stopped his trail with one on your lips. Keeping you close the whole time.

“I’m just getting up to check the door.” Someone had knocked and it was easier for you to get up than George. Still, the man had not wanted to let go.

“They can wait. If it’s one of our friends they’ll just let themselves in anyways.” With that out of the way he went back to leaving kisses all over your skin. The grip around you tightened. Like if he let go you would be lost forever. It was hard to argue with him while he was being so sweet, and if it was one of your friends they would just walk in anyways. It wouldn't be an issue to sit here for a few more minutes.

#dream smp x reader #dreamsmp x reader #dsmp x reader #fluff #cuddling and kisses #dream x reader #georgenotfound x reader #george x reader #techno x reader #technoblade x reader #eye write

[mellohixsa]

Piglin!Hybrid!Reader x c!Technoblade

(You have voices of your own)

(PLATONIC)

Mentions of Fighting, Blood and Cursing.

TW: CRINGE ASS WRITING, PLEASE DO NOT COMMENT.

You were about the age of Tommy.

But you were a skilled fighter, you've taught yourself more than anyone ever could. You had to live with the thought that you bring danger to people. And you sure lived with it. You didn't care as much as others did, when they were alive.

You made your way through the nether, you knew about the SMP, very well, tho you did not know the layouts of it. You needed supplies from there too, so you had to go there, as much as you hate when people see you and look at you, you need to survive.

As for your appearance, you were not bad looking though you were ashamed of your scars that litter your body, your eye, that has been faded due to the scar that went through it (Similar to Quackity's).

You didn't say you hated how you looked, but you sure disliked it. And the fact that people make it harder when they stare at you, makes you pissed. That's why you always wore a mask to cover up.

Why can't they ever mind their own business?! Maybe it was your own emotions, you were like a ticking bomb of them, not knowing which emotion would blast first. As you were lost in thought, while bed mining, you suddenly noticed ancient debris.

You were never so happy in your life before, you took out your dull pickaxe and mined through the healthy vein of the ore. You say you got quite lucky, when you got a 3, then after about 20 more chunks you got another three, you only needed six for the axe and pickaxe.

Everyone knew the axe was overpowered with or without enchantments, and ever since you found out about it you were determined to get your hands on it, and you finally did. As you crafted the netherite, you were lost in thought again, having a nice chat with the voices in your head, when you were done, you were so proud of yourself.

None of the DreamSMP members knew you existed, and yet here you are, without parents, no supervision, with a netherite axe and pickaxe, in the nether, trading everyone. You got a great ammount of trades and left the nether and through the nether portal into the SMP.

It was spring in the tundra, the snow covered the grass. You met with a chilly breeze and looked around. Inhaling the cold air. You sighed and started walking.

As you didn't know the directions to L'Manburg, you had to ask someone, and with no avail you searched for a home. And when the sun has set, you saw a light golden glow telling that there was a house there. You were happy and slowly made your way to the house, and knocked slowly.

The piglin hybrid was disturbed on telling a story about Greek mythology and stuff to Philza, he flinched and raised an eyebrow, "Who could be knocking this late?" He asked Philza, who shrugged, and started guessing the person "Dream?" Technoblade shook his head, "He's in prison, i believe" he said, and stood up making his way to the door and opening it to his surprise, there was a full child, a piglin hybrid at the thought.

You looked at him and stated your business, apologizing for disturbing him, Philza came around the corner to listen and watch. Technoblade raised an eyebrow as you spoke, but he didn't pay attention to your words. He paid attention to the ears sticking out of behind your mask, and the gradient of bubblegum pink running down your hair.

"I apologize for ruining your evening, but may i please know the directions to L'Manberg?" He eyed you up and down as you talked, he was clearly surprised, not expecting another piglin hybrid just like him to be here.

You carried a netherite axe and other weapons at such a young age. He hummed. And you looked up at him hopefully. "Please." You asked, ears flopping. He sighed and let his head down, telling you the coordinates, as you stumbled for your journal to write it down, while he was telling you them. Philza came around the corner.

"Mate, may i ask something?" He started. You nodded and hummed in agreement.

"Why do you have those in your possession?" He asked, waiting for an answer. Sudden rage boiled in your veins, you shot him a glare. But then you heard something and immediately shot your book closed, ears wiggling as if trying to catch a sound.

Philza looked at you, "What are you doing?" You sighed, "Listening." You replied coldly. Your ears twitched once again, as you inhaled, "Are you aware of a green coloured person right behind the bush?" You questioned Technoblade and his old friend.

"What...The fuck?" Phil raised a brow. And you rolled your eyes behind your mask, grabbing your bow, and an arrow. Loading it up, and pointing it at the bush.

"Alright, enough." You spat, and sure enough you all heard laughter. You huffed and motioned for the person to come out with your bow.

He had no choice but to listen.

As he came out, you were watching him, along with Technoblade and Philza who were now with their swords in hand. Ready to fight him, until you spoke. Philza's accusation was right. "What are you doing here, and what do you want." You asked him, bow still as high.

He chuckled darkly, "I'm not gonna tell you kid." He said, underestimating you, but you weren't playing around. You just shot him in the upper arm, and resumed your position.

"You're not so quick are you?" You sickenly teased the green one. He was in a state of daze and shock. "You need to work on your stance" You said, "You're not going to hit your target, unless you have access to their weak point." You continued, looking him through the mask.

He tried making fun of you, "You can't fight me, I'm stronger than you, you're just a kid" He laughed at you. You smiled sickeningly behind the mask, "Yeah, sure, and I'm a human." You said with sarcasm thick in your voice, and you threw an ender pearl, quick enough for him to not be able to react.

You appeared behind him, and swooped a leg through his, which resulted him on the ground. "Dont let your guard down by those who look weaker." You told him, turning your fight into a lesson.

You looked down on him and threw a potion of harming on him, "Analyse your target."

He got up, and drew his axe. Swinging it at you. You dodged them quite easily, but he landed a few hits on you.

You grabbed his arm right as he was about to hit you with the axe, you whispered, "Find your targets weak spot." You said, as you grabbed, hit him in the arm, and twisted it, pushed him to the ground, and pulling it which resulted in breaking it. (Imagine the scene from Yandere simulator where Raibaru apprehends Ayano).

You then stepped back from him, and looked at his pain filled eyes through the cracked mask. "..How?.. You..You looked so weak!" You smiled once again, "As i said, never underestimate those who seem weaker, maybe they are the ones who will help you meet your doom." You said to him, and he stood up and ran away further into the woods, and leaving.

Philza who was literally close to fainting from everything he just watched just ran up to you and gave you a random hug. Which resulted in you being extremely awkward, and just patting him back and returning the sign of affection.

And Techno, who now had respect for you, even tho he didn't know who you even were, was very interested in you and your person. You just beat Dream, the owner of this whole god damned place. You just beat him, even tho you didn't know his fighting style!

"What's your name, kid?" Technoblade asked.

"What's yours?" You shot back with a playful attitude. Technoblade huffed, as you smiled behind your mask, "Sorry, sorry, I'm Y/N, i often go as "Valkyrie" from where i am" You said, and he nodded. "I see..I'm Technoblade, but call me Techno" He replied to you.

Philza stopped hugging you, "Are you alright mate?!" He yelled in a questioning manner and checked around for injuries, surely enough he came across cuts and bruises from the very very recent hassle with Dream.

"Jesus Christ.." He sighed, and you looked at him with confusion on your face, almost confused as why he was so worried for you, when he didn't know you. "Why are you so worried?" You asked. "Why am I worried?! You could've gotten killed kid!" He replied.

Technoblade let a small smile slip on his features, his old friend had a big heart. "Alright, come inside the house, and we'll patch you up " Technoblade said, Phil nodded, in agreement and looked at you for your opinion. "Alright then.." You said and went up the stairs to the door and stepped in.

You smiled when the warmth met you, it felt nice. "When you do you need to get to L'Manburg?" Philza asked you, snapping you out of your trance. "Oh! Anytime actually, but it would be nice not to be there on a war, i know that, that godforsaken country tends to get into many wars" you said.

Technoblade nodded, so did Phil, then they looked at eachother. "Well, you are correct on that.." Phil muttered, as Techno went to get the supplies for the cuts, some of them were deep afterall. You sat on a chair, without moving an inch, just staring at the wall through the mask.

Philza was examining you, and just now he noticed the ears on the sides of your head, 'Piglin Hybrid' he thought and smiled. You suddenly reminded him of Techno as a kid, even tho you just appeared randomly. He stepped out of the room waiting for Techno.

Techno came back, and handed the equipment to Phil as they went back they heard your voice. "SHUT." You hissed at yourself and continued to wait for the two men.

As they came back, Phil asked you once again, "Were you talking to yourself?" He asked casually. You shrugged, "Not with myself, with them" You said to him, as both of them looked at you, as you continued to explain "They're getting annoying actually, so i had to somehow shut them" You shrugged again and let them heal your wounds on your arms.

"Them as in?..." Techno suddenly perked up, "I have Voices, i believe you have some of your own" You suddenly replied to him, and he did not expect that. "How did you know?" "... Guessed" With that, Techno began treating the cuts on your arms, while you were having a talk with both Philza and Techno.

HI, I AM DONE WITH THIS, I DONT HAVE A CLUE WHAT TOOK SO LONG TO ME THIS, I JUST DIDNT HAVE THE MOTIVATION.

#dsmp fic #dream smp #dsmp fanfic #technoblade #philza #platonicfic #c!techno #c!philza

[sunflower-rat]

[ Little self indulgent - Based on All the Reasons I won't go Home - a TommyInnit centric fic where he runs away to Hermitcraft ]

Hurt/Comfort. Sort of.

-

There are days Tommy doesn't get up.

He sleeps all day and buries his face into the plush of Henry that one of the Hermits made for him.

He lays there and stares out the window until the sun sets and his room sinks into a stretch of dark shadows.

He doesn't want to think about the list of things to do pinned to the wall, or the blueprints of a build he had loved so much yesterday but can now only hate.

He doesn't want to know why the fact that he can hear Grian, Scar and Mumbo outside his room worrying makes him feel even worse.

Or maybe he just feels awful in general. These days he can't really tell.

And it's funny.

It's stupid.

It's horrible, because he's away from the DreamSmp. He ran away years ago, and he has the most wonderful people looking after him and it has been the best years of his entire life.

So why does he feel so... Lonely?

Because once upon a time, he dragged himself through hell and waged wars to have even the right to call some stupid crater a home.

And now he had everything and he sometimes felt like nothing - and he hates it because it makes him feel like he's in Pogtopia again - watching Wilburs shadow loom against the ravine.

Or in Logstedshire - hiding from the monsters even though they've long since disappeared from his life.

It's anger, and a numb kind of sadness that hollows out your chest. It's bitter and broken and he doesn't want to feel this way - but he does anyway because humanity is flawed and Tommy isn't a Hermit.

So maybe he notices the way magic greets him differently than everyone else.

Maybe he notices how different he is from them, and the gap between their experiences are far deeper than he'll ever know how to cross.

He knows he can't compare, with his shitty cobblestone builds and rollercoasters that go nowhere.

He knows he's worth nothing, even though they look at him like he's everything.

But Grian still sits there with him when he doesn't talk, gentle hands combing through his blonde and white streaked hair.

Scar still comes in and tells him about the sunflower fields and the flowers blooming outside and leaves cookies on his bed.

Mumbo plays Big Hero Six on the TV in his room, even though he doesn't watch with him - and starts it all over when it ends - just because he told him once that it was his favourite movie - even though they've played it so many times he hates it.

And Tommy cries when they leave because he wants them here.

He wants them in his room.

He wants them to hold him and tell him he's loved, and cherished and everything that has worth - because on all his worst days - he looks at himself and can't see an ounce of what they see in him.

But he doesn't say it.

He just lays in bed, hugging Henry to his chest, and his fingers tighten against his sweater when Grian gets up to leave.

And Grian doesn't say a word.

But he stays.

And that's good enough.

#dsmp au #tommyinnit #hermitcraft au #goodtimeswithscar #hermitcraft grian #mumbojumbo #tai post

[violexides]

> SAD-ist animation blooper reel drops

> watch it a bit after it comes out

> wait an hour (?) or so

> get on tumblr

> watch as all your dsmp mutuals/people-you-follow simultaneously rebrand as frames from it at the exact. same. time.

#personal #sun talks dreamsmp #seeing my dash filled with tommyinnit and dream pfps: ah yes #the hivemind that is sad-ist fans

[thesunicarusfellfor]

WAIT WAIT— what if 👀 what if Yandere!Tubbo and Yandere!Tommy falling for the reader at the same time

BROO— THE ANGST POSSIBILITIES

ooooooOOOOO DAMN this one is gonna be good! I love the way you think! So I wrote this as headcanons, but I will write this as an actual story if requested. ^^

This is not exactly implied romantic??? I'm still scared about writing their characters as directly romantic????? I'll probably get braver about it but still lowkey worried.

Yandere!C!Tommy x GN!Reader x Yandere!C!Tubbo Headcanon/Fic

Tommy, at first, completely denied even acknowledging your existence.

Until he saw someone interact with you.

Then he would start pulling out his sword or glaring at them from across the room.

He would definitely pin them in an alleyway and threaten every single one of their canon lives.

Tommy, please. Niki was just trying to give you cookies.

He's the kind of Yandere that would greatly keep his distance both physically, emotionally and mentally. Basically, he would be a Tsundere Yandere.

Tubbo, on the other hand, would be extremely sweet to you.

Need netherite? He had an extra few ingots ready in his pockets!

Interacting with someone who wasn't him? Was he not good enough for you??? Fine. You don't deserve him.

He would cry to you and make you feel guilty OR completely ignore you for a week straight until you come crawling back to him and apologizing.

Straight up can flip emotions like a switch.

The first time either of them realized the other liked you as well, was when they were listening to Mellohi on their bench, watching the sunset when they saw you having a conversation with Ranboo at the bottom of the cliff.

"What're they doing talking to him?" Tommy growled lowly and leaned forward to glared at the enderman who was talking to you. He reached for his bow n' arrow before Tubbo grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks, "What? I don't want them talking to anyone but me."

"What do you mean 'anyone but you'?! You avoid them like they're a virus!" Tubbo stared at him, digging his fingers into Tommy's bicep a small bit to show his anger a bit more, "They should only be talking to me."

The blond turned towards his brunet friend and yanked his arm out of his grasp, "Excuse me?" He glared into Tubbo's dull blue eyes, gritting his teeth, "You do nothing but give them stuff!"

"And you treat them like shit and avoid them!" The smaller of the two retorted angrily, trying to keep his tone level enough to where you didn't hear.

Mellohi, the music that had been playing mere moments ago, slowly came to a stop and left nothing but silence and tension in the air. You had noticed them arguing from below, but Ranboo (who had heard their entire argument) decided to pull you away from them and bring you to the Tundra.

"Are you trying to take everything from me?!" Tommy tightened his grip on his diamond sword, although part of him knew that if Tubbo equipped his netherite armour, there would be absolutely no competition whatsoever.

"Take things from you?! They're a human being and you choose to ignore that fact when you ignore them or call them terrible names!"

"I treat everyone like that! You already have Ranboo, I don't understand why you're chasing after them with hearts in your eyes when you're fuckin' married! Loyal much! Oh wait, you aren't loyal, you EXILED ME!"

"It's platonic! I told you that already! And you're starting this again now, Tommy?!"

Ranboo actually felt nervous leaving you alone around both Tommy AND/OR Tubbo after hearing their entire argument that day.

Tommy, although now a lot nicer, became extremely clingy towards you and constantly would walk over and drag you away mid-conversation with anyone that wasn't him. ESPECIALLY if you were talking to Tubbo.

Man would bring you everywhere with him if you would let him.

Netherite mining? Get your pick.

To get new discs? Pack your bags, we're going on an adventure.

Straight up does everything he can do to get you away from Tubbo because he's petty.

He tried giving you as many gifts as Tubbo, but mans is broke.

Tubbo would get extremely annoyed by Tommy even just walking through the area when he was with you.

Would start to hold your hand or link arms with you (if you're comfortable), just so Tommy couldn't pull you away as easily.

Started to try guilt-tripping you into living in Snowchester, and even tried to get you to live in the mansion.

Ranboo actually lied to Tubbo, saying he was scared of enderwalking and hurting you, to convince Tubbo not to guilt-trip you further into living in the mansion.

Tubbo's constant gift-giving got so much more extreme.

Want netherite ingots to make armour?

Nope. No lifting a finger.

He already made you fully enchanted netherite god armour anyway.

Has definitely tried to convince Ranboo to let him involve you in the platonic marriage.

"Ranboo! My beloved!" Tubbo called jokingly, walking into their home. He kicked the snow on his boots before pulling down his hood and taking off his hat, hanging it on the hook as he took off his footwear, "I have a proposition for you!"

The monochrome-coloured man lifted his head and set down the journal in his hand, the ink likely still wet judging by the quill in his hand, "Yeah? What's that?" He placed the feathered pen in the pot of ink and turned to face his platonic husband.

"What would you say to extending our marriage to three people? Like a polyamorous relationship. Like Sapnap, Karl and Big Q?" Tubbo sat down in the chair beside him, watching as Ranboo was left reeling for a few seconds.

"W-well, one, I think you mean expanding. Two, with who?!" The tall male sat up quickly, bumping his leg on the table from his minor flailing, "A-and, and, what about Michael? Are you sure they can be trusted with him?"

Tubbo held out his hand to calm his friend down, making his friend put his hands down so he didn't accidentally hit something, "You know what I meant, and (Y/n)! Y'know... Like, the one with (h/l) (h/c) hair, (tall/short)! (Y/n), them!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know who they are, it's just..." He paused to gather his words, glancing away from his friend. In all reality, he wouldn't mind inviting you into the platonic marriage, even if he knew Tubbo felt more romantic feelings towards you. He didn't shut up about it. It was the fact that he was worried about what kind of mental manipulation Tubbo would do to you if you did agree to be in the marriage. Or even what Tommy would do to you or Tubbo!

"...Just?"

'Your relationship with Tommy is beyond screwed already... Imagine what would happen if both of his friends left him to be in a platonic relationship with me. Tubbo, all of us would be in severe danger.' He thought silently before taking a breath. "I-I don't have my enderwalking state under control... I'm already scared for Michael enough, and I don't want to hurt her as well... Give it some time and we'll see. Please.." He whispered, lying through his teeth. Ranboo knew you were damn good at protecting yourself and could knock his long and lanky ass to the dirt within seconds.

Tubbo's bright shiny eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment as his smile began to falter, "Ah... Yeah. I guess that makes sense. For their safety I suppose." His normal look returned and he gave him a smile, "Yeah, that does make a lot of sense. I'll ask again next month to see what happens."

"What... What about Tommy-"

"What about him?" He demanded sharply, his smile vanishing in mere seconds which caught Ranboo off guard yet again, "He doesn't need to be in their life. He would do more harm to them than good!"

Ranboo was left gaping, his mouth moving but not creating any sounds. He watched as Tubbo eyed him carefully before he got up, murmuring something about grabbing food then going to bed.

Once the goat hybrid was completely out of sight, Ranboo reached for his memory book and took the quill again.

'Protect (Y/n) from Tubbo and Tommy. Get them out of DreamSMP.'

Ranboo was scared for you.

He was stuck watching as these crazy two men fought over you, threatened you, manipulated you... It was worrying, to say the least.

Don't get him wrong. If he didn't have an adopted son, a platonic husband that he still cared about despite him being another Dream at this point, and a Syndicate to protect him from, he would've packed everything and ran, bringing you with him.

He was practically walking on eggshells around this man that he had once been extremely close to!

It practically sent shivers down his spine...

Eventually, it got to the point where Ranboo had gone to your house in the ungodly hours of the morning to talk to you.

This man LITERALLY crept into Tubbo's room AND Tommy's house to make sure they were both asleep before going to talk to you.

"Ran... Boo?" You asked, yawning softly as you leaned against the door, your hair all frizzy and messed up, "What's up? It'sssss... Like 5:30am. The sun is barely even up..."

"(Y/n)... Can we go inside? Please... There's something very wrong.." He murmured softly, his memory book tightly held in his grasp as he glanced around. Tommy could be waking up sometime soon, and he did not want to get caught talking to you. He would certainly be down a canon life before he could even say 'sorry'.

You watched the nervous man in front of you and nodded before stepping aside to let him in. Peaking outside, you looked around for what was causing him to panic but went back inside once you didn't see anything. "What's wrong?" Softening your tone, you gestured for him to sit at the table while you made coffee.

Once he had a fresh mug of coffee in front of him, Ranboo slowly began to gather his nerve and speak. He told you everything he could remember, and even opened his memory book to tell you about the things he didn't remember. Everything from the fight where Tommy and Tubbo's friendship completely went downhill a few months ago, to the threats Tubbo used against Tommy, the manipulation against you, the threats he had received by talking to you, and even Tubbo's violent mood switches when talking about you or Tommy.

The entire time, you just sat there wide-eyed as you listened to him ramble on about his fears and worries, and everything in between. He even mentioned wanting to actually divorce Tubbo because of how scared he was for you and his own life. "I don't... Not... Believe you... But this is- this is a little difficult to believe." You knew the enderman hybrid wouldn't lie about something so serious, and he definitely wouldn't be shaking like a leaf if it was a joke or a lie.

"Y-yeah, I expected that... But I really do care about your safety, honestly. You know I wouldn't joke about this kind of thing, especially about Tubbo." He murmured softly, looking at his crown laying on the table in front of him, "In all honesty, I came here this early because I was scared about Tommy trying to kill me if he saw me talking to you..."

"He wouldn't ki-"

The door slammed open dramatically and there was a cheerful shout of your name, "(Y/n)!!! Let's go mining for diamon-" Tommy walked into your kitchen, only to freeze mid-step and midfacial expression. His expression went from surprised to annoyance to a grim smile, "Hello Ranboo!" He gave him a smile that was more like baring his teeth as he twirled his axe nonchalantly.

He was going to hurt him...

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[strawberry-jammers]

One Year

a dreamsmp x reader where a young (y/n) wants to rebuild an old old kingdom before they hace to be crowned to rule over their parents kingdom. with the help of their friends and a couple of servents, they hope to rebuild it all withought their parent knowing about it.

part 2

part 1/?

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The lovely @acidicvolt edited this!

the pronouns are he/him till age 17 where they're they/them

word count:4,400

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Age 9:

(y/n) ran around the castle with his friend Tommy, holding a bunch of flowers in our hands. 

“Where's he at!?” Tommy yelled, looking into every room. “Calm down! We’ll find him!!” he says, still running ahead of him. “Come on slowpoke!!” Tommy looked at (y/n), running quickly after seeing him far ahead of himself. 

“COME BACK HERE!!” (y/n) laughed, running further ahead.

(y/n) ran into the garden, coming across Techno and Wilbur. They were practicing with swords today, as to where they would normally practice hand to hand combat.

He ran up to Techno, who wasn't doing much as they were just starting another round. (Y/n) ran into Techno’s hip, making him wobble slightly. 

“Heh? What are you doing kid? Aren't you supposed to be with your parent?” he shook his head, grabbing some of the flowers that he dropped. 

“Nope! Mama Eret said I was allowed to hang out with Tommy today!” (y/n) says, smiling up at the tall man. 

“(y/nnnnn)!! You left me behind!!” he pouts, dropping some of the flowers (y/n) forced him to carry. 

“Tommy, you're dropping them!!” he says, running over to pick them up. 

“Well so where are you!!” 

The two friends bicker, picking up and dropping flowers as they talk. Wilbur walks over to pick up the fallen ones they can't seem to hold. 

“Both of you are dropping flowers. Why do you need them anyway?'' Wilbur asks, looking at the two 10 year olds. (y/n) smiled, running up to Techno again. 

“Techy we wanna braid your hair!!” he says, smiling up at him. Tommy runs over and smacks the other upside the head. 

“YOU wanted to braid his hair! Don't drag me into this!” 

(y/n) holds his head, nearly crying. 

“Tommy, don't hit your friends!!” Wilbur says, picking up the small child. 

“Put me down Wilby!!” Tommy says, thrashing his arms and legs. 

“Did you just call me Wilby!?” 

“Maybe I did!!”

Techno looked at (y/n) as the two brothers argued. He looked up at him as well. “This is why we don't have siblings.” (y/n) nods, dropping a flower or two. 

“So, you wanted to braid my hair?” the young boy smiles. 

“Wait can i!?''

Techno sighs, nodding. He smiles, walking over to the marble bench they had. The boy sat on the bench, ushering for Techno to sit in front of him. “Ugh, kids.” 

(y/n) laughed as Techno walked over to him, sitting in front of the bench. Techno took his hair out of the loose bun it was originally in, handing him the string that was holding it together. The younger smiled, taking it and sectioning his hair to start the braid. 

Tommy and Wilbur looked over to see them. (y/n) was peacefully humming a small tune that went nowhere, while Techno had his eyes closed humming a small beat.  Tommy thrashed some more, escaping Wilbur’s grasp. He ran over to the two of them, standing next to his friend as he braided Techno’s hair. Tommy leaned over and whispered to (y/n), “can i put the flowers in?” the other chuckled, nodding his head at his friend. Tommy smiled, grabbing the flowers he had once discarded, putting them in the braid as he saw fit. 

(y/n) braided the rest of Techno’s hair while Tommy put flowers in the already braided parts. Wilbur walked over to the three and watched as they worked. The two young boys put flowers in the braid as Techno talked about his week.

“Yknow, I’ve only kicked one orphan this week. Which is very impressive for me.” Techno says, nodding to himself slightly. (y/n) laughed, thinking what he said was absurd. “Techno don't tell the children that!” Wilbur says playfully.

 “Wilbur you're literally 17, you too are a child.” Philza says, entering the garden that they were all sat at. Tommy smiled, running over to his father. “Dadza!! Look what me and (y/n) did!” he says, pulling the old man over to Techno. (y/n) was finishing up the last of the flowers, making sure the braid was tied nice and tight. He grabbed one last flower and went over to face Techno, putting it behind his ear. “Perfect!!” he says, looking at his masterpiece. 

“Look, look!” Tommy says, showing Philza Techno’s hair. “Before you say anything, I was forced into it.” Techno says, standing up from his spot on the ground. Philza laughs at his friend, Wilbur, doing the same. “He's lying dad, I saw him humming with (y/n) as she braided it.” Techno lets out a “heh” as Philza starts laughing. “Betrayal! I didnt think my own student would do me like this!”  Techno says dramatically. Tommy and (y/n) start to collect the leftover flowers as the other three argue and laugh amongst themselves. 

(y/n) sat on the ground, making flower crowns with the leftover flowers. Tommy sat next to him, watching the boy work at the crown. “How do you know how to make that?” he asked, slightly amazed at his friend's creation. He didn't look up, still working on the crown. “Papa Eret showed me! They can make lots of things! Like clothes and such.” Tommy nods, watching his friend work, trying to memorize how to do it himself. Philza saw this, coming over to see (y/n) work on the flowers. 

“What are you doing kiddo?” he asked, crouching down to (y/n)s level. He smiled, gesturing to the flowers. “I'm making a flower crown!! It's for you!” Philza smiled, chuckling. “Really? Thanks kiddo.” he nodded, finishing up the crown. Once he did, he stood up, taking a Philza’s hat and replacing it with the crown. (y/n) smiled at their creation, putting the bucket hat on to his own head. Philza smiled, thanking the young boy. 

Time went on like this till it was sundown, messing with each other and using the many flowers they had for random projects. 

“Come on (y/n) we gotta go!” Eret said, coming by the castle to retrieve the young child. (y/n) ran up to Eret, hugging him. “ zaza!!” (y/n) says, standing back slightly. Eret looked at his young kid, smiling. “Hello sweetheart! Ready to go?” (y/n) nodded, grabbing his flower crown. “Yep! Lemme say bye to Tommy first!!” the boy says, running over to his friend. (y/n) hugged the boy, who looked very agitated from the hug. “Are you coming over to my place tomorrow?” he asked Tommy, who nodded his head. “Yeah, I can bring Tubbo as well!! He should be in the village tomorrow!!'' Tommy says, adjusting his own, not as neat, flower crown. (y/n) smiled, hugging Tommy again. “Okay, see you then tommy!” 

“That kid is so sweet” “Phil, you have poor taste in children.” “says the man who kills orphans.”

Age 11:

(Y/n) sat in the forest, humming to himself as he watched the bees and animals go around the forest. It was a bit past mid day, and the young prince had been out of there sense dawn, taking in the beauty of the forest. 

He was in the village close to their kingdom, wanting to spend time outside of the castle. He loved natur, especially flowers, plants and such. He also loved animales. (y/n) loved everything about the outdoors, enjoying the peace he had that day.

Tubbo was a village boy, moving from town to town, never really having a set home. He did love traveling and being with his guardian was amazing, he just wished he had friends and a set place to stay.

Tubbo walked along the forest, following the bees that would fly around him, wondering if he was a flower or not. He followed them distractingly, reaching a clearing in the forest. He looked around to see where he was, soon realizing he was lost. He had gone too far from a recognizable area, and now didn't know how to get home. He knew Puffy would be mad at him for getting lost, but he couldn't do anything about it. He had already committed the lame chrome.

Tubbo looked around to see some sheep run away from him, along with the bees buzzing around him. He also spotted a young boy, (y/n), sitting against a tree taking in the beauty of it all. Tubbo went over to the young boy, trying to be as kind as possible, like Puffy said. 

“Hello!! I'm Tubbo! Mind if I join you?” Tubbo asks the older boy. (y/n) nodded, moving slightly to show Tubbo he could sit down next to him. Tubbo smiled, following such. “Hi, im (y/n). I haven't seen you in the village before, you new around here?” he asks, picking at the grass around him. “Yeah! Me and aunty Puffy travel a lot, so I never really stay in the same place. Have you lived here a long time?” Tubbo asks, making the young prince chuckle. “No, I live in a kingdom nearby.” Tubbos eyes glisten, he gasps. “Wait, are you the prince!??!” Tubbo asks excitedly. (y/n) nodded, not minding the question. 

“Yeah, I lived there my whole life! What's it like traveling? I rarely leave the castle so I've never explored outside this village and the kingdom.” (y/n) says, looking at the young boy. Tubbo smiles. “Well traveling could be fun, yet very lonely. I haven't had a friend in years, having had traveled so much since then. I do love seeing all the cool sights and how different villages work though!” (y/n) nodded, enjoying the interaction he was having. 

The two of them talked till it reached dawn, the sun slowly disappearing. 

“Dang, we better get going! Do you know your way back?” (y/n) asked, standing up and dusting himself off. Tubbo stood up as well. “No, I kinda got lost…” Tubbo says. (y/n) nodded, grabbing the other boy's hand, guiding him through the forest. “Well, I know the way back! I'll take ya there!”

Tubbo nodded, letting the prince guid him back to the village. They continued to talk as they went through the forest. Tubbo talked all about bees, one of the few constants in his life. 

(y/n) and Tubbo finally reached the village, it officially being dark out. Thankfully, there were lights all around, so they were still able to see and get around easily. “Damn, it's too dark to get back...dads gonna kill me.” (y/n) says, looking around. Tubbo gaps, grabbing the prince. “You can stay with me tonight!!! Sleepover!!” he says, grabbing the prince and dragging him back to the house Tubbo was staying at. “You don't have to let me stay, I can find my way back!” Tubbo shook his head, stopping. “No, we’re friends now and you're staying with me and aunty Puffy!” 

(y/n) sighed, letting the young boy take them to his home. 

It didn't take them long to reach the boys home, for it wasn't too far from where they exited from the forest. Tubbo let go of (y/n)’s hand, knocking on the door before opening it and walking inside. “AUNTY IM BACK!!'' Tubbo says, making sure Puffy knew it was him coming home.

Puffy walked out of one of the rooms, walking up to the young boy. “Oh Tubbo! You made me worried there kiddo!” Puffy says, hugging the small boy. She looked over to see the young prince, noticing him standing awkwardly in the doorway. “Oh! Tubbo, did you make a friend?” she asked, letting go of the small boy. Tubbo nodded, going over to the young boy. “This is (y/n)! Is it alright if he stays here tonight since it's too dark to go back to the castle??” Tubbo asked, latching onto his friend. Puffy gasped, looking at the two of them. “The castle???” she asked. (y/n) nodded, smiling slightly. “Yep! So..can I stay here tonight?” he asked the older lady. 

Puffy of course agreed, letting the boy stay for the night. She even offered to take him back to the castle in the morning. He declined, not wanting to burden the lady more than he already has.

Tubbo took (y/n) back to his room, showing him all the cool things he had gotten from their travels. Apparently, Puffy was a pirate captain and would travel the seas and such. She would stop at different villages to get supplies and give their nephew breaks from being at sea all the time. It was a coincidence that they had stopped at the village closest to his mothers kingdom.

“Oh oh, this ones from a neighboring kingdom!” Tubbo says. Showing the prince something from the kingdom his friend Tommy lives in. “That's the minecrafts kingdom!! I'm close friends with one of the princes! Did you like it there?” Tubbo gasps, both of them getting overly excited. “Wait, are you friends with tommy!? I met him when I was there last month!!” Tubbo says, putting down the trinket. “You know tommy!? We should all hangout sometime!!” 

Puffy heard their conversation, happy Tubbo was finally making some friends. However, they would be leaving soon and wouldn't be able to stay longer than they already are. Puffy sighed, sad that this is how things had to be.

The next day, (y/n) left back to the castle, hoping to keep in touch with Puffy and Tubbo. Tubbo was sad his friend had to go back, but still happy he had made a friend. Puffy was just sad she had to tell Tubbo they would be moving again. She couldn't stay in the same place in fear his father would catch up to them and take the boy away. 

Of course, the three boys were able to meet up. It took them several months, but once Tubbo made his way back to the village he and (y/n) met up at, they were able to make a plan to see each other. 

The three of them hit it off, immediately becoming close friends with a strong bond. 

At one point, Puffy let Tubbo stay with Tommy in his castle for a summer, allowing the three boys to see eachother once more.

Of course, this came to an end when Tubbo had to eventually leave with his aunt, leaving the two boys, who hadn't been able to hang out after tommys schedule had gotten more and more packed. 

The three of them hadn't seen each other for years, hoping one day it would go back to old, where they were just kids and were able to hang out at least once.

Age 17, present day: 

“You're gonna have to rule the kingdom soon (y/n)” Eret says, sitting down in the said childs room. (y/n) turned to him, no longer focusing on the crafts they were working on. “But I don't wanna rule the kingdom. It's just not my thing…” they say, turning to their parents. “I know I know, but there's no one else that can take over.” (y/n) nodded, turning to the flower crown they were previously working on. “I get that...i just wanna go back to a time where i could just hang out with my friends..ruling the kingdom means that time is completely over..” Eret nodes, walking over to his kid. “I know, I thought the same thing when I was younger. Though Tommy is busy with a war and Tubbo has been travelling non-stop for years, they've already changed.” they sigh. “It's been so long, they don't even know who i am anymore! The last time I saw them I was still a guy. It's just frustrating…” They get up from their seats, hugging their mother. “I just wanna see them...” 

The next day was spent learning more about their kingdom, knowing when they turn 18 it would be theirs. They sighed, reading over some of the history books their ren (another term for mother or father) had kept for all these years. They opened a new book, wanting to read the contents inside. 

They opened it to see a piece of paper fall to the ground. "Didn't think the pages were that old…" They crouched down, picking up the fallen paper. They stood up, puzzled by the page. 

"It's not from this book," they looked closer at the piece of paper, "what's lmanburg..?" They sat down, reading over it. 

Apparently, lmanburg was an old kingdom, long since destroyed. It fought for peace, and independence. Unfortunately, a small group of people went and destroyed the kingdom, leaving nothing but a pile of rubble and long forgotten ideals. 

(Y/n) looked over it once more, seeing the kingdom's location on the bottom of the page. They shot up, running to their room. 

They flung open the door, running to their desk. They throw off the unwanted items from their desk, placing the paper in its place. They sit down, opening a drawer and grabbing some paper and a pen. 

They look over the page on lmanburg one more time, then proceeding to write a letter to their old friends. 

"Dear Tommy, It's been a long time since we've talked hasn't it? There's many things we need to catch up on, but that should be saved for a later date. 

As you know, I will rule my mothers kingdom soon. I will be crowned their majesty in 1 years time, and I wanted to do something fun before then. 

I found a story on an old, destroyed kingdom called lmanburg. I wanna go visit it and maybe even bring it back to its former glory. I know it's a lot to want to accomplish in only a year, but that's all the time I have. 

I would be grateful if you could join me in this adventure I'm pursuing. Here is where we'll meet and when. I'll be asking our old pal Tubbo as well. 

I hope to see you then

                    -your old friend 

                             (Y/n)"

They did the same for Tubbo, telling him of their plan along with where/when to meet them if he agrees to come on their journey. They sighed, knowing they might have to go on this alone. Nevertheless they wrapped both letters in separate envelopes, ready to be shipped to their recipients. 

(Y/n) walked out of their room, looking around the castle for one of their few servants. 

"Are they on break right now? I can't find any of them.." They say, going down different halls to find someone who could mail the letters. 

"Oh, (y/n)! What are you looking for?" Karl asks, one of the few servants in their castle. (Y/n) sighes, happy that they finally found someone. "Karl, I need you to send these letters. You know where to find Tommy, but Tubbo will be harder to catch. Can you send them please?" They ask, handing Karl the letters. "Of course! I'll send them as soon as I'm free!"

(Y/n) thanks Karl, going back to their room. Plopping on their bed they sigh, hoping their friends would accept their invitation. 

The next day they started packing for the trip. It wasn't for another week or so, but they just wanted to be prepared. They were also kinda excited as well. 

They hadn't told Eret yet, fearing what they might say. (y/n) knows she loves them, but they had been under alot of stress as of late and didnt wanna make it worse. 

“I do need to tell them…” 

“Tell who what?” (y/n) jumped a bit, seeing Eret in the doorway. He walked in, standing by the desk. “Oh, hey..” (y/n) says, standing awkwardly by their bed. Eret looked down at the bag they were packing. He had a puzzled expression on his face. “Why are you packing? You're not running away are you!? I mean, if so, you're doing a bad job…” (y/n) sighed, closing the bag. “I'm not running away...kinda.” they say, sitting on their bed. “I was planning on going on an adventure, actually. I'm gonna rule the kingdom in a year and I wanted to do something fun before I did so..” 

Eret nodes, smiling. He goes over and sits next to their kid. “What are you planning to do on your adventure? You seem very excited for it, seeing as you've actually packed for something.`` They both laugh slightly. “Well,” (y/n) gets up, going over to their desk, grabbing the paper they had found in Eret’s old history books. They walked back over and showed Eret the paper, “there's an old old kingdom called lmanburg. Apparently it was a thriving kingdom, but one day it fell to the ground. Fascinating isn't it?” Eret reads it over, frowning slightly. “(y/n) i don't want you going to this place.” (y/n) was baffled. They didn't understand why they weren't allowed to go to this place. It was super old, it's not like anyone would still be there. It was forgotten about. 

“What do you mean? It's long forgotten and I would be bringing my friends! It's not like I'd be alone and ill prepared.” Eret sighed, standing up. “(y/n), lmanburg is a breeding ground of monsters and such, i don't want you getting hurt.” they in response stood up, coming up short to the tall person in front of them. “I know that! I've been training for years, I can handle monsters! Also, again, I won't be alone! I'd have Tommy and Tubbo with me and their great fighters!” Eret looked at them quickly.

“Tommy and Tubbo are going??” (y/n) nodded, stepping back slightly. 

“I need to contact Philza and Puffy, you're not going on this adventure and that's final!” Eret walked out of the room, dropping the lmanburg paper on the ground.

“Wait what!? Mom you can't!!” they say, walking behind their father. 

“Because, I don't want you going to that place! You're not changing my mind on this.” (y/n) slows down, completely baffled by this. They knew there was a chance they wouldn't be able to go, but they didn't think he’d act like this.

“R-ren please! I need this, I haven't seen them in so long please!!” Eret turned to them briskly. “Sweetheart, this is final. I don't want you going to that place! Stop pushing it.” Eret continues his way down the castle as (y/n) stopps in their tracks. They were shocked, really looking forward to this trip as a last resort of still being young and free from ruling.

They looked around, running back to their room. They slipped at the door, running too fast and nearly falling. They fumbled to the desk, once again grabbing paper and a pen from the desks drawers. They sit in the desk chair, fumbling with the paper and closing the drawer quickly. They quickly write a letter to Tommy and Tubbo.

They write that there would be a change of plans. Their mother wouldn't let them go to the wrecked kingdom, so they wouldn't be able to tell their parents and would have to sneak to the old kingdom.

They added more to the plan, sealing up the letters in envelopes and booking it out of their room, grabbing their bag and paper on lmanburg. They ran down the hall, making sure not to run into Eret while looking for Karl. They looked around, still not finding the man they needed.

They looked in the smaller dining hall, spotting the brunette walking towards the entrance. “Karl, Karl! Have you sent the letters yet?” they asked, walking up towards the male. “No I haven't, I actually was about to send them out now! What did you need?'' I smiled, sighing. “Oh thank god...i need those letters back, My ren won’t let me go to the old kingdom of lmanburg, and i don't want him finding out im still going…” Karl’s eyes widened. “Your lying to the king? I know their your parent but thats the KING!” (y/n) shushed Karl, taking him all the way back to their room. 

Once they arrived, (y/n) closed the door, looking at Karl. “You cannot tell my mom! I'm trusting you with this, okay? I'm going on this trip, and i need those letters back so i can deliver them myself.'' Karl steps back. “Whoa whoa whoa, you're delivering these letters alone? No no, you're going with someone on this. Maybe you could bring Niki! I know she isn't busy since there are a few other bakers in the castle!” Karl suggests, handing the old teen the letters. (y/n) considered this, knowing they should probably bring someone along.

(y/n) nodded, agreeing to bring someone with them. “Okay, I could bring Niki if she would agree to go. Promise you won't tell him I'm sneaking out?” Karl nodded. “I promise! We’ve known each other long enough for us to keep secrets for one another! Want me to go tell Niki?'' Karl asked, heading towards the door.

“Yes, tell her to meet me here at midnight. I don't want ren knowing about this at all.'' Karl nodded, smiling at the prince and heading off to go see the pink haired baker.

The teen waited, taking a nap so they were able to sneak out at night. They knew it was probably too soon to start the expedition, and that their father probably knew where to find them. They just couldn't wait any longer.

The sun was slowly falling from the horizon, getting darker and darker by the second. (Y/n) had taken their place at the window, looking at the sky getting darker and darker, the stars showing more prominently as time went on.  They sighed, looking over at their door. 

It wasn't time for the two servants to show up, but they did wish they were able to just go out and seek out lmanburg freely. It wasn't like that however, they knew they couldn't do everything they wanted, they just hoped their mother would support them in this. 

They looked back outside, letting the time pass for when they would meet up with Niki and leave the castle for a whole year. 

So there they waited. Hopefully everything went according to the new plan. 

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[worminstuff]

dreamsmp mcmh

dreamsmp members as teachers au: blrub edition!

mcmh = Minecraft middle and high school

no warnings:)

wordcount: 3.9k

I will also definitely take requests from now on with this teacher au! Weather it be reader x teacher bla bla or whichever teacher and whatever prompt you think of! Just plop em in my inbox and I’ll check em out! I may not get to all of them or even see them all but I’ll try!

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Mr.Wastaken - math

“The quadratic equation isn't useless, you just don't understand it. Here,” the students glared at the diss from their teacher. Dream turned his back to them as he attempted to draw another diagram on the board.

He took a quick glance behind him at all the kids, he was only met with empty stares.

“Oh come on- guys! Really?” he laughed slightly, a wheeze crawling up his throat. They looked angry at him. “You all look like kicked puppies.”

One of the boys in the back kicked his friend. “Jared!” said friend threw his pencil at him.

“Okay well obviously we seem to be done with math today..” Dream sighed and shook his head slightly as everyone watched the fiasco in the back. He’ll step in. In a minute.

“If you throw the pencil by holding it by one end not in the middle, it'll spin more.” he called to the boys in the back. 

Mr.Blade - english

“Did anyone have any trouble or anything with the paired text writing last night?” his arms were folded on his chest, not in an angry or off putting way, his hands were just cold.

“Yeah actually I-” one student started,

“The rubric is the link under the one for the document template.” he  prematurely answered, a soft grin gracing his features.

“How did you?..” the student tilted their head in confusion. 

“You ask the same question every time.” Mr.Blade shrugged and everyone laughed softly.

Techno loved the little community that was his class, he's had them for about 3 months now so he's gotten to know them really well. This little bunch was incredibly creative and he really enjoys reading their assignments. 

Mr.Blade sat down on the edge of his desk and slid his still cold hands into his pocket, scanning the small group of kids in front of him.

“Is anyone having any trouble?” He tried to seem nice as he asked because he didn't want to come off as pushy. There was a chorus of yes’ and techno grinned.

“Well as you all know, as Sun Tzu once said-”

Before he could finish his sentence he was cut off by a series of groans and sighs as everyone rolled their eyes.

Techno smiled to himself. He really did love his job.

Mr.Jacobs - history

“Amy!” Karl excitedly grinned and dapped up a small girl walking into his class, “Was that extra credit assignment i sent pretty easy or was it too hard? I can switch it up if you don't like it.”

Amy told him it was fairly easy and she would be done with it very soon.

“No rush ames!” he said as he craned his neck a bit to look at her as she sat in her chair.

He was just about to step into his classroom as the bell rang, but a certain hand tugged on his forearm.

“Hey!- oh hi nick.” Karl's smile grew. Sapnap smiled but shook his head softly, “I've got a class this period but I wanted to come say hi first.”

Karl giggled, “simp!” he whispered before turning to quickly walk into his class.

Everyone was excitedly sitting in their chairs, talking about due assignments and anything else they could think of.

“Good morning everyone! Hello, hello, hello i hope your other teachers have treated you well this morning and if they haven't then that's okay cause you're here now.” he pointed finger guns at the bunch of them and then grabbed the remote to turn on the smart board.

Mr.Quack/Mr.Q - Spanish 

“Hola mi niños!” Quackity smiled widely at the bunch of  kids sitting in front of him, there was a chorus of answers from the excited kids. Many of them were in the “wrong seats” as to sit with friends because today, today was kahoot day.

Every Friday was kahoot day where they always do some type of kahoot whether it be related to the lesson or not and everyone was always excited.

Especially kids who have PE before this class, the coach's competitiveness really sticks.

No one hypes these kids up more than Mr.Quack, which causes for the occasional noise complaint.

“Aye! Mr español! Keep it down here you spanish gremlins.” Mr.Dude pressed his head through the doorway scolding the class, the students erupted into a large fit of laughter only causing their volume to rise.

“You can’t put a volume warning on learning Sam! We're popping off!” Quackity yelled over the laughter of his students.

Mrs.Nihachu - art

“Oh my goodness! This is beautiful!” Mrs.Nihachu flashed a sweet smile to the student in front of her. She was handed a small doodle of a flower and she was already pinning it on the board beside her desk.

Her class was currently working on their test grade assignments, some making sculptures with cardboard or paper mache, some making clay creations, others painting. It was a big jumble of chaotic creativeness and nikki was enjoying it thoroughly.

Her class was often chaotic in this way, but during lunch time it was much calmer. There was a small group of students that would eat in her room to escape the crazy chaos of the lunchroom, and she enjoyed it as much as them.

She loved to listen in on the current drama and give advice where she could, they were her little buddies and she adored them.

Coach Sapnap & Coach Punz - PE

The sound of a whistle was no stranger to this classroom, or rather, this gymnasium. There was only one whistle, and two teachers. Both coaches made it ritual that whoever got there first would get it for the day.

Today, Coach Sapnap happened to get the whistle first.

“Okay kiddos-” coach Punz was cut off by the blaring sound of the whistle beside him.

“Airtight Kiddos!” Coach Sapnap clapped happily as all the students turned their attention towards the two Coaches. “It's kickball day,” he grinned deviously as the students cheered.

Both of them directed the class to one end of the gym to split them into teams.

“Okay so we’ll pick two team captains, and then they'll go back and forth picking their team and then once everyone's picked, the team captains can rock paper scissors to pick which one of us you want on your team.” Punz explained and everyone nodded.

sapnap picked one of the smaller girls in the class as one captain, and another kid standing near her as the other. Both of the kids picked through the class until it was separated into two groups.

“Okay! Ready?” they both nodded. “Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” the girl had picked rock, and the other kid picked scissors. Immediately the victor pointed to Punz with a small smile.

Punz’s arms shot up in the air “Aye! That's right! Gimme five!” he high fived her small hand.

sapnap smiled and shook his head, “no this works out perfect because i know you guys were hoping for me on your team, right?” sapnap joked to his team, one boy jokingly piped up,

“well..Coach punz is ideal but, you're okay too.” the whole class erupted into laughter until Sapnap blew his whistle ushering them to start the game already.

Mr.Notfound - engineering 

“Mr.Notfound where are the extension cords for the soddering table?” George currently had his freshman period and they were working on a lightboard project. Today's task was soldering the leds to the correct wires and such on the back of the projects.

“Em..they should be there..are they just not? Or are they on top of it and you just didn't look?” he quirked a brow at the freshman.

“No, it's just not there..” they shrugged. 

George nodded, “alright, do you want to go ask Mr.Wastaken if he's got a spare or would you rather me go instead?” George asked with a small smile. He was quite stonic before so he was afraid the kid thought he was mad at them. The freshman said they would and scurried off.

George decided he wanted to walk around the class and see how everyone was faring with their projects and if there was anything else they couldn't find. 

He walked around all the desks and lab tables and stopped at a small group of friends all working separately but sitting together.

“How's it going over here?” He held a very small smile. The group replied positively and each showed their projects to which he praised. They were all really really cool already, and he couldn't wait to show Dream some of his favorites after they were turned in to be graded.

Mr.Fundy - biology

“Mr.Fundy, your coat is very...bright.” A student named Owen, was referring to his very colorful lab coat. He sounded as if he was trying to compliment him, but he really couldn’t just LIE to his teacher.

Fundy narrowed his eyes at Owen. Owens desk was directly in front of the lab table that was his desk, in the front of the room. Fundy was stood behind it.

Fundy placed his hands on the table and leaned forward, “are you making fun of me?”

“He SO is.” The girl next to Owen said with a grin.

“Hey! I wasn’t! It’s just very...different.” Owen defended.

Fundy pointed an accusing finger, “there’s that backhanded tone again!” He ended it with a giddy laugh.

The rest of the class joined in until, “alright alright! I get it! It’s not super pretty but! It’s a great Segway into today’s lab,”

The rest of the class groaned loudly, smiles showing through.

Fundy snorted a laugh and shook his head, pulling some beakers from the drawers in the table.

Electives:

Teacher Eret - sociology

“So she told you you weren’t invited? After all that?!” Eret was currently chit chatting with his very small third period clas that consisted of a small group of kids that happened to be friends.

“Right teacher eret! I was like, woah, that’s so honked up! So we all decided we’re not going.” A girl named Jane said.

“Well that’s very sweet of you, I would’ve done the same.” Eret patted the first girls head endearingly as he walked back to his desk to sit in his desk chair. The girls continued their small conversation, including teacher eret when they wanted input.

Eret was heavily fond of classes like this where they were all very close already and he found it easy to bond with them. It just happened that these girls did there work on time so they had plenty of time to chat with him and eachother. 

His favorite thing was when they’d give him fashion advice, because he always took them up on it. It paid off too, he’s a very dashing dude because of it!

Mr. Dude - comp science

Sam was sat at his desk typing away as the class was doing a quiet activity. They were playing around with coding websites that are essentially games. The class was fairly small, so he’d grown quite a bond with his little dudes over the past couple months.

“How are all you guys other classes going?” He asked, turning his chair to face them.

“Mr.Notfound is honestly about to give me a headache.” One of the girls sat towards the window said, her friend beside her laughed and nodded.

Sam laughed softly, “how come?”

“His room is always a mess! I can never find the correct pieces for anything. You have to look where you wouldn’t think it would ever be and then that’s where it always is!”

A few other kids laughed and agreed as they had him aswell.

“Not to mention he gets grouchy sometimes when we ask him to much.” One boy poked in.

“He does? That’s not to nice. I’ll poke him about it.” Sam said to his kiddos with a soft smile, “how we feeling about a snack break?”

All the kids quickly agreed and he pulled a box out from under his desk with various snacks and drinks and placed it on the floor in the front of the room.

“Have at it!” He made his way back to his desk as there were various wrapper sounds and “thanks Mr.Dude”’s

Mr.Soot - drama

“Okay let me get this straight- you did the script assignment but you didn’t study the lines?” Mr.Soots eyes were narrowed.

“Well no i used the script to help but I didn’t memorize it.” The girl in front of him said, her name is gene.

“Hm. Alright, you can just read off it then I suppose, it better not render your performance though, geney!” He smiled as he nudged her towards the stage. 

The students were doing this group project where they made their own story’s and scrips and they got to perform them for fun, not for a grade. They had a free day so they decided it would be fun to do it today, and Wilbur was the most exciting out of all of them.

He watched each one, giving copious amounts of praise and encouragement and he really enjoyed it. The bell rang faster than they’d all expected since they were having so much fun, and he waved them off as they went on to their next class.

Wilbur sighed to himself, a content smile on his face as he sat in the front row of the auditorium. 

“What’s with the sigh?” A voice started him slightly as it broke the silence of the large room.

“Jesus phil, a bit of a warning, yeah?” He pressed a hand to his chest.

“Sorry, should’ve announced myself. My bad, mate.” Phil walked up the small steps of the stage and sat on the top few, facing wilbur.

“You looked awfully content, a good class?” Phil asked.

“Oh definitely. Love that bunch to bits. They’re so smart and they’ve got so much passion for theater but they’re so carefree and they have so much fun. I just love to be a part of it. Makes my job a whole lot more fun.” Wilbur spoke with a proud grin. It was true, he really did adore his students and he was beyond proud of them.

“I’m glad!” Phil stood, “keep up the good work, kid.” He clapped him on the shoulder as Wilbur nodded.

Mr.Schlatt - political science

“No you said it was before the time you had it, therefore your argument is invalid cause how can you claim you had it during that time if the entire argument is based around you not having it?”

Schlatt stared at the student in front of him. He was a tad speechless, which was impressive in itself.

They were talking about a stupid debate thing shlatt had made up, but he made it with a loophole, wondering if they’d actually catch it. He was very surprised one of the students actually did.

“You’re correct actually. Good job, ren.” His brows were raised as he tried to hide his proud grin. He didn’t want them to know how genuinely excited he was that they figured it out.

“That’s stupid.” Ren said, with a blank stare.

“Aye!-“ Schlatt was about to go off a tad when the door opened and Mr.Q stood in the doorway.

“Am I interrupting a yelling session?” He asked

“Yes.” Both Ren and Schlatt answered at the same time.

Mr.Halo - self defense

Mr.Halos class was one of the chilliest, like Erets and Sams, there wasn’t a whole lot of work getting done during class since they would just talk about various things and have snacks.

Today Bad taught them about various hotlines they may need to know about for different situations they’d find themselves in.

“Do they just make hotlines for everything these days Mr.Halo?” One kid asked.

“Well sometimes. Not for everything though, but definitely for a lot of things.” He responded.

He was currently sat cris cross on the rug in the front of his room, munching on a orange as the rest of the class was also having snacks. 

He loved classes like this because these were times when his job didn’t feel like work, he loved that he was helping make sure these kids could be educated enough to protect themselves when he couldn’t. He worried about them, but he felt happy when he could see them safe and sound, and not hungry, like they were at the moment. He cherished these simple moments the most.

Even more than the times he’s watched them scrimmage some defense tactics and evidently fall on their butts in some instances. 

Mr.Skeppy - money management

“Mr Skeppy, I'm bored.” 

“Okay.” Skeppy replied as he stared at his computer screen, his head rested in his hand.

The student scowled slightly, others giggled to themselves.

“Mr.Skeppyyyy” the kid groaned, the kids around him laughing. 

“Fine, if i put up a kahoot will you all leave me alone?” He smiled softly, sending the kid a side eye.

The class agreed loudly and he pulled up a kahoot about vines.

“Whoever gets first place gets 6 bucks.” Skeppy said with a grin as he leaned back in his chair.

“Isn’t that counter productive to the lesson we’re learning about waisting money on stupid things?” One girl said.

“Why six?!” Another student suddenly said, the rest of the class flowing into laughter.

Mr.H - hospitality

“Wait so your other teachers didn’t give you guys valentines?” Mr.H asked, his eyes wide as he stared at the kids in front of him.

They all shook their heads, “Mr.Jacobs and Mrs.Nihachu did. But that’s it.” One boy said as he shrugged.

“Mr.Wastaken didn’t even know it was valentines until we mentioned it, poor Mr.Notfound.” One girl said back, her eyes trailing of to the floor as she raised her brows. 

Mr.H laughed loudly, he loved how his kiddos were so comfortable in his class to diss their own teachers.

“Well not here! Today you all have a valentine and that valentine is me.” He said as he placed little bags full of different candies on each of their desks. He put them together all by himself with little hand written letters. It was adorable.

They all excitedly opened the little presents and read the notes together, all of them giving Mr.H a hug. 

It was a very adorable day in the H classroom.

Mr.Frost - horticulture

“Mr.Frost! Can we go outside for class today?” The students were filing in for class since the bell just rang.

“Sure! How about..how about we go bug hunting?” He replied.

The students all agreed very excitedly. Once the bell rang for the start of the period they began doing their begging of class rituals which included watering a bunch of different plants and taking care of the compost bin. Then once that was all done everyone got some jars and set out to go outside and see what they could find.

Everyone ran around trying to find different things and yelling out when they did find things.

“Mr.Frost! I found a caterpillar!” A boy named Lennon ran up to Ant.

“Really?! Show!” Ant watched happily as the boy showed his new caterpillar friend.

They discussed what type of caterpillar it may be before Lennon ran back off to his friends. 

Ant loved classes like this where he got to be outside in the sun and watch all his students learn hands on in a super fun (and adorable) way. It was one of his all time favorite things.

Staff:

Mr.Minecraft - principal

“but it’s so annoying! Why can’t I just leave when I gotta go, why should I ask to take a piss!” 

Phil stared at the boy in front of him, a blond one by the name of Tommy. This kid frequented his office way to often.

“I don’t know Mr.Innit but you’ve got to listen to your teachers, it'll get you out of my office and I think that’s something we both want.” Mr.Minecraft glared slightly.

“Oh come on! You don’t like hanging with me Mr.Minecraft?!” Tommy said with a grin.

“No, Tommy we’re not ‘hanging out’ you’re in trouble.”

“Well when you put it that way it seems bad-“ Phil cut tommy off,

“It is bad Tommy!” He scoffed, holding in a laugh.

Mrs.Puffy - councilor 

Mrs.Puffy was a hugger, a very big hugger. So whenever kids came in crying over just anything, hugs were a must. Often students would visit when they only needed a hug! Sometimes that was her favorite thing.

“He said there was no-“ the small girl heaved for air a tad before continuing, “l-late credit, but but I didn’t have time and I- I need to get the grade and I just-“

“Hey, hey, it’s alright! Mr.Blade seems scary but I bet if he knew you were this stressed he would be very happy to help you out! He’s a very nice man.” Mrs puffy wad currently trying to calm this girl out of a the panic attack she was seemingly having.  

“R-really?” She asked Mrs.Puffy

“Of course! I actually think he’s got a free period right now, would you like to talk to him now? I can have him come here so I’ll be here to and it’ll be easy peasey lemon squeezey!” Puffy said with a big smile.

The girls nodded softly with a sniffle and puffy brought her in for a hug.

She would always have the kids backs, no matter what. Even if that meant talking to the big scary Mr.Blade, who was more likely afraid of her really.

Teacher Callahan - substitute

“Callahan!” Mr.Wastaken yelled, he was laughing but he was getting slightly frustrated.

Callahan apparently didn’t have a class this period, so he went to Mr.Wastakens class as he usually does to annoy him.

Callahan has been taking the pens for the whiteboard dream was trying to use and passing it around to students to pass to each other . It was very funny.

Callahan didn’t always pick this class because of Dream, he also picked it because there was a fellow mute in this period. Her name was alise, and she used ASL alot, which made Callahan actually learn a bit so he could talk to her! 

Dream actually thought it was really cute, so he tried to get Callahan to teach him some as well, so he could talk to alise the way she communicated. This backfired terribly after dream learned that thank you, and fuck you, we’re actually very similar signs. Callahan had taught him the latter. Alise never corrected him, she only made a silly face and huffed out a small laugh. Dream apologized a lot once he learned. Callahan thought it was hilarious though, so often him and alise sign said sign to dream just to tease him.

Another thing Callahan did often was stand behind dream, and mock him. Dream would walk farther from the board as he would go on and on talking with his hands and such. Callahan would make his way behind him and pretend to sit on the edge of his desk.

So every time dream would turn around wondering why all the kids were laughing at him, he would see a normal looking Callahan who would only shrug. This always made the kids laugh even more. No one would rat him out though, it was teacher Callahan!

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THESEUS - a dsmp story ( DreamSMP x Queen!Reader)

CHAPTER FIVE : AND I REALIZE THREE FUNDAMENTAL TRUTHS AT THE EXACT SAME TIME.

Chapter Summary: You had gotten what you wanted, but at what cost? Nightmares ensue, and Dream’s true colors begin to show.

pairing: c!wilbur x queen!reader

an// IM BACK!! hopefully yall like this chaper cause this is the last one that I wrote in the past, Im writing chapter 6 rn so it might take a while. Also sorry for not posting requests I really wanted to get this chapter out there

⚠︎ swearing, dsmp spoliers(?), angst, arguing, smoking, explosions, gaslighting(?), not proofread.

Series Masterlist 

"Good job you two! This is all yours now.”

Dream had led you and Eret back to the castle, all of them still battered and bruised from the war they recently had. You had already taken off your armor and now you were wearing underneath your L'Manburg outfit that was torn and burnt showing some of your skin which was also burnt or cut. You had noticed on the way to the castle that Dream had kept on looking at the outfit that Eret and you had on with disgust, like a taunt.

You could finally relax in the huge castle that you apparently deserved because you and Eret had taken the first lives of the citizens of L'Manburg. In your heart you knew that L'Manburg was still a country. They all have two more lives and they will build the country up again with those two lives. You sighed then kept walking into the throne room. you looked at the two big thrones that sat next to each other. One for a king and one for a queen.

"Why are you standing there? Sit down! Relax!" Dream patted one of the thrones.

You and Eret had sat down on the thrones next to each other looking around the huge throne room and Dream smiling right in front of them. Once you both sat down you tried to sit up straight, but you wanted to slump down into the comfy, plush, velvet and gold chair. The two of them sat on velvet and gold thrones while in burnt and torn L'Manburg uniforms. It was a sight to see, and if someone didn't know the context of what just happened, this scene would've made sense to them.

"I'm happy you did this. You deserve all of this." Dream said while walking along the marble floor.

"It's beautiful, but I'm exhausted." You let your head fall to the side. You sighed wanting Dream to leave so you could finally get some rest.

"I bet."

"Eret are you okay?" You spoke up after Dream.

Eret had a look that you couldn't make out. He just stared off into space in his own mind. He shook his head after you called for him again.

"Yeah, yeah I am fine. I'm just thinking." Eret quickly responded.

"What are you thinking about?" Dream said in a monotone voice.

"If we did the right thing." Eret sighed.

You slowly nodded because you were thinking the exact same thing. They were traitors, you had built somewhat of a connection with those people you helped kill. And now what? you're living in a huge castle and apparently you "Shouldn't be feeling this way", Dream claimed.

"You two are overreacting. They are fine." Dream said bluntly while staring at them with a straight face.

That was a huge lie, their lives were taken today. They're not just “fine”.

"You two were never a part of that place anyways. This is your home! Why would you need to wear those hideous colors? They look bad on you, it's unflattering. There is no need to go back." Dream explained.

You hang your head not knowing what to say to the man, there wasn’t really anything to say but you spoke up hoping the words will come to you.

"I don't-"

"You don't have to say anything, it's okay. You're safe now. Did you get hurt?" Dream asked.

The bruises and scars said differently.

"Remember when I said that?" Dream pushed the question.

You rubbed a burn mark on your wrist and laughed a bit. "No! Actually I don't. We're safe now, but that doesn't mean we aren't hurt." You chuckled in disbelief.

"Well maybe if you listened to me you wouldn't be so anxious. If you listened you wouldn't have been so hesitant. You're safe." Dream said sternly.

"Maybe you're tired, Dream. We're all tired. Shall we go to bed?" Eret stood up and held out his hand to help you up from your seat.

You accepted his hand and started to follow Eret through the huge castle making your way through the huge, high ceiling halls. The three walked towards the king's and queen's room in the castle, Dream kept a slower pace and walked behind the two wanting to get one more word in before leaving the castle.

"If you two are ever in doubt just remember that you are on the right side of history." Dream said then turned around to leave the two alone.

You both stopped and turned around to see Dream’s back facing the both of you as he walked away. You and Eret eventually made it to your new bedrooms. There was a big door which held a huge room made for the both of them to sleep in and two separate rooms next to the bigger door which were made for one person. Eret and you stood in front of the bigger door staring at the intricate designs on the door not speaking to each other.

"So?" Eret laughed.

"So!" You exclaimed while chuckling.

"Are you okay sleeping in that huge room tonight?" Eret asked.

"I'm not totally comfortable with that, but it would be weird if we slept in the same bed. Don't get me wrong! You're a great friend, but-"

"Y/N/N stop! I'm okay with that too. I wasn't looking to sleep in the same bed. Yes we're married, but we're just staying friends, hey we might get a divorce later." Eret explained.

"If I do, we won't be king and queen anymore." You said softly to your husband.

"Is that what you want? To be "queen"?" Eret asked while putting air quotes around the word queen.

You paused for a moment then answered his question.

"I don't know where I'm supposed to be, Eret." You looked up at him sadly and he pulled you in for a hug. It took you everything you had to not cry into the L'Manburg uniform Eret was wearing. Today drained you mentally and physically, your hands were raw from shooting arrows, you had burn marks on your skin and your feet hurt from running through the kingdom. You weren’t sure about where you would go, because this didn't feel like your home.

"Let's go to bed and we'll talk in the morning. Rest on it because I'll happily divorce you so you can find your place in this huge kingdom." Eret laughed and let you out of his arms.

You chuckled and then let him go walking into what was supposed to be the queen's room and right next to it was the king's room which they both walked in after saying goodnight and closing their doors finally having time to themselves after a long day.

You finally took off the L'Manburg uniform and laid it on a velvet chair in the corner of the huge room. You stared at the uniform before going to the nearest closet and picking out something to wear for that night. The queen's room was basically the huge couple's room that you found before, but just with a smaller bed. There were still trinkets, jewelry and even clothes in the closet. you took a nightgown out of the closet and sat on the plush bed. You ended up laying down staring at the high ceiling thinking of the predicament Eret's question brought.

You finally retired for the night and crawled into bed and got under the soft covers. The window was open so a soft cool breeze was blowing through the room letting the curtains flow with the breeze. If you left you wouldn't have anywhere to go except back to L'Manburg, they would never let you back even if you tried. They probably hated your guts by now, so maybe divorcing wasn't a good idea. You had a set home here, you had food, clothes, and you weren't under attack every minute. you didn't have to watch your back for any enemies.

Your mind slowed down as you finally lulled yourself into a deep sleep forgetting the troubles in your mind for only a moment.

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The sunset fell over the horizon making it a gold, red color. It was beautiful. The trees were illuminated and the lakes had a certain glow to them. you could see mobs began to crawl out of the ground and caves, but you was safe up here.

You looked down and saw the familiar obsidian walls. It seemed like a faint memory, but in reality the walls were real. It was like you could feel the stone underneath your feet at this moment. you could see inside L'Manburg.

you saw Tubbo and Tommy laying in the grass talking to one another. you saw Fundy sleeping in the grass next to them. There were two new faces you had never seen before. It was a woman with short pink hair and another man with a shaved head. It might've been your mind putting people in your dreams to fill space. Then you saw Eret sitting by a small river letting his bare feet flow in the water. It was a peaceful scene.

"Beautiful sunset isn't it?" A voice showed up beside you.

It was Wilbur. He had his uniform on, it was clean like the war didn't even happen.

"It is really beautiful." You agreed watching the sun continue to lower over the trees.

"You know everything the sun touches is yours? It's all of ours. It just so happens that you can see the sunset and sunrise from L'Manburg. You can do anything as long as you see the sun rise and fall." Wilbur said, keeping his gaze soft at the sunset.

You hummed but stayed quiet admiring his words and the sunset.

"Let me tell you what I wish I'd known when I was young and dreamed of glory. You have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story. After you took one of my lives away I understand now. You can't control other people and their motivations."

You hang your head in disappointment, but then Wilbur continued.

"But I know that we can win. I know that greatness lies in you, but remember from here on in that history has its eyes on you. History will forever have its eyes on you no matter what you do." Wilbur looked into your eyes as the sun set on the two of them the stars began to shine.

The light brown eyes Wilbur had turned darker because of the sunlight being gone. You looked out back at the mobs in the forest and the huge towers in the sky made the kingdoms members. you turned around and looked into L'Manburg. Or what was considered L'Manburg.

There was no one there anymore, instead of people there were huge amounts of TNT that filled the walls behind them. you could hear faint voices around them, people that you didn't know. It sounded like chaos. you whipped your head around to Wilbur who was dressed in a brown tattered trench coat, brown pants, and a white shirt instead of the L'Manburg uniform.

He had a cigarette in his mouth and matches in his hands. He smirked at you as the voices around you got louder and your head sounded like you were in the middle of a tornado. your head was buzzing as your eyes couldn't focus on Wilbur in front of you. It felt like these moments were happening right in front of your all at one time.

"You want to be a hero Tommy?"

"You know if I die, this country goes down with me."

"if respect is the only thing protecting you from a knife in the back, then respect is nothing, right?"

"Kill me, Phil. Phil, kill me, Phil kill me! Phil, stab me with the sword, murder me now, kill me! Look-"

"You know Y/N" Wilbur started next to you. He lit a match and turned around to L'Manburg which was now filled with TNT.

"Somethings. Somethings were never meant to be." He threw the match into the huge pile of TNT and all in a second the obsidian underneath your feet disappeared as you fell into the explosion beneath you.

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"Fuck! Where am I?!" You shot up from your sleeping position in a cold sweat.

You frantically felt around the bed trying to convince yourself that you were physically at the castle in your bed. You finally caught your breath and laid back down in your bed finding yourself staring at the ceiling again. Even with the window open blowing cool air into the room, your skin still felt hot. You ended up tossing the covers off of you and making your way towards the entrance of the kingdom to get some air.

That dream was so much stuff in it you couldn't comprehend all of it. It was like Wilbur was there as if he was talking to you directly and it wasn't a dream and it made you second guess yourself and think that it may have not been a dream. You finally made it outside and sat on one of the steps that led people up into the kingdom. you sighed and breathed in the fresh air and it immediately relaxed your body and mind. You were alive, you were here and sadly Wilbur wasn't there. You closed your eyes and felt the breeze around you until you were startled by a figure beside you.

"You're up late. I thought you said you were mentally tired." Dream chuckled sitting beside you.

"I had a bad dream." You sighed.

"Hey don't take my name in vain like that" Dream laughed trying to bring up your mood.

Dream sighed and stood back up when he didn't get a response from his companion.

"Come one, let's go. Let's get your mind off of the one bad dream." Dream held his hand out, gesturing to you to take it.

You took his hand and then released it letting him lead the way to wherever the wind may take them. The dream is currently still stuck in your head. The voices from different people confused you and made your head spin.

"You want to be a hero Tommy?" What did that mean? Was someone threatening Tommy? Will someone threaten Tommy? You grew to care for that kid.

Who said "If I die, this country goes down with me"? What country. L'Manburg?

"If respect is the only thing protecting you from a knife in the back, then respect is nothing, right?" That one stumped you the most. you didn't even know if this was being spoken to you or to someone else. All of them except for the Tommy one.

Were they all even dreams? The one that haunted your mind the most was the one where someone was telling a man named Phil to kill them. Were you there for that moment? Did Phil kill the person? Who was Phil? All these thoughts and questions plagued your mind so much that your feet mindlessly carried you wherever Dream led you to.

"Here we are." Dream led You on top of a hill, a tall enough hill to see the main attraction. The place you missed the most, L'Manburg.

Tears started to form in your eyes and you tried blinking them away. All the moments of that dream appeared in your brain, but even stronger. you never felt these emotions before. Maybe L'Manburg was your home all along. you missed seeing Tubbo, Tommy, Eret and Fundy doing their own thing while your and Wilbur had a deep talk inside the van. you had spent weeks with them growing too attached to them and then ended up becoming a traitor.

"That place. You never belonged there. You're too good for them." Dream started and you stayed quiet watching the stars begin to disappear.

"Do you trust me?" Dream asked.

You stayed quiet not having the answer he wanted to hear. He wanted to hear you say that you trusted him when in reality you couldn’t, you weren't fully there yet, not anymore. 

"They lied to you. It's not your home." Dream continued on letting you listen and not talk.

"How did you know if someone said it was my home or not?" You asked, startled.

"I might've been keeping an eye on you. I wanted to make sure my flower was okay." Dream kept his gaze on L'Manburg.

"Stop calling me that." You sighed.

"I never started. This was the first time I said that. Who called you flower?" Dream suddenly got serious, staring at you.

you kept your sights on the obsidian walls, not sparing him a glance. The stars began to fade and the sun peeked over the horizon. As they stayed longer the sun rose over the walls of L'Manburg. You started to remember the words in the dream you had.

"You know everything the sun touches is yours? It's all of ours. It just so happens that you can see the sunset and sunrise from L'Manburg. You can do anything as long as you see the sun rise and fall."

L'Manburg stands for independence. Independence. That word kept ringing through your head like a mantra until a few voices below the hill and near the walls alerted you.

"HEY! Hey Wilbur! Give me back my shit!" Tommy yelled as he stomped after the older man.

"Wilbur get Tommy to stop shouting and give him his swords back please!" Fundy yelled trailing behind the two.

"No not until he learns not to go start stabbing shit!" Wilbur yelled back at the other two.

You missed that. you missed the bickering and the nonsense they all shared. you were upset that Tommy still hadn't learned his lesson and you wished you were there beside them at that moment.

Dream spoke up giving you a look you couldn’t quite get. "You are never allowed to step inside those walls again.

"What gives you the right to tell me what and what not to do? Who does that make you? Who do you think-"

"YOU ARE NEVER ALLOWED TO GO IN THOSE WALLS!" Dream yelled getting dangerously close to you.

You continued to stare at those blue eyes as the bright sun rose over the dark walls of L’Manburg. you didn't say anything but descended down the mountain alone with the sounds of Tommy, Fundy, and Wilbur bickering in the background, wishing you were there and not next to the man next to you who was staring at you angrily.

"I know what’s good for you! I know what's good for this country! Just trust me Y/N!" Dream yelled starting an argument

"Would you calm down! You came here to be all quiet and now you're yelling at me. You might want to be quiet before Wilbur hears you. Or do you want me to get him myself?" You yelled back, getting furious.

"Oh you wish! He doesn't care for you as much as me, Sapnap and George do! They agree as well!"

"Don't put words into his mouth!" You accused

"Oh! So if he cares so fucking much he would've help save you. And do you know what would happen if he saved you?! You would've died! I saved you! You were in a perfect situation and all you had to do is not complain! You're always overreacting." Dream ended with a huff and rolled his eyes while turning away..

you were speechless at this point. Overwhelming emotions consumed you. you couldn't believe you were overreacting. Maybe Wilbur wasn't everything you needed. you were overreacting, you were being selfish too. Dream was right. Dream walked over to you pulling you in a hug with L'Manburg was still in your sights.

"I did everything because I love you. You're too precious for them, you're not for them. They don't deserve you, you deserve someone who wants the best for you. A flower that needs a home and I'm here to give it to you." Dream softly explained.

Your eyes kept tearing up at the words and different emotions flowing through you. The sights on L'Manburg make your memories and questions come back. Where did you belong? But more importantly who was telling the truth?

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Some Titans for ya!

So this time we’re delving into how I see Dreamsmp members as Titans. (Warning there is talk about vore!)

First, what do I mean by Titans? Titans are like giants but they’re also as close as you can get to Pokémon (in terms of abilities). Each are animal looking and have a unique ability, no two are exactly the same. (unless you get a mimic. Then you’re in for some major mischief) all Titans have a storage stomach called a crop that they can use to protect humans or store food for emergencies. Titans can have different colored blood, too. So to sum it up giant raiders but give them superpowers instead of venom (unless that power is venom)

Now that we know the basics, let’s get started!

Dream: Dream is based off of pit vipers and golden retrievers. He has clear eyelids so it gives the illusion that he isn’t blinking, and has a forked neon green tongue as well as a dark green throat and blood color. Dream’s ability is to dreamwalk and to see heat signatures, so really once he has your scent he’ll hunt you down until you’re in his belly. Dream is a man-eater and is frighteningly clever, his mask can turn him into a human and he uses it during the winter to score some snacks, or if he’s lucky a meal/feast. If somehow a human can tame his hunger for flesh he will vigorously defend them and will refuse to leave them alone. He also likes to nibble on his human pets’ arms, it’s actually him reminding them “I’m the dominant one here, got it?” Rumor has it Dream has a lethal venom. Knowing the type of Serpentus he is it’s safe to assume he does.

Sapnap: Sapnap is exetremely shy and defensive, he burns from the inside at about 4000C when neutral and has ventilation scales to blow off steam and prevent overheating, earning him the nickname “Smokescales.” He does not like being touched but will make exceptions if the human he found is docile enough around him. He has massive puppy energy and would really enjoy being cuddled with, but anger him and the wrath of the sun returns to the scorched dunes. Sapnap can quietly charge heat (up to 10000C) and fire a plasma beam that causes devastating damage, and is a vigorous protector. Sapnap also is literally incapable of safe noms because you would burn to death before he could even swallow you. He keeps the heat inside of him with an insulation layer of specialized cells so he’s only ever as warm as a heat pack when docile or happy.

Karl: Karl can predict the future, see all the paths that lay before him, and become ethereal, he is very gentle around humans and loves stories. If he’s comfortable enough he will size shift to become human. He does not do noms, he feels uncomfortable knowing a human is inside him and fears it might hurt them more. His tongue and blood are pure white.

Tommyinnit: bet you probably weren’t expecting the Gremlin child here? Tommy is a lightning raccoon with an electric blue tongue and dark cyan blood. He can channel electricity to dash foreward while discharging lethal doses of electricity to surrounding antagonists. He’s very fast and athletic, and also a very friendly and curious Titan, but he is a little (VERY) hands on. Anything inside his belly/crop is safe from any of his electric currents flowing inside him. However the good thing is you can plug a charger into his crop walls and it’ll charge your device! (It doesn’t hurt him really and as long as you’re not trying to set up a studio or a theater in there he’ll barely notice the loss of watts.)

Wilbur: honestly this fucker is probably the trickiest to detect coming. While he is a man-eater like Dream he’s not as sadistic and instead likes to pull practical pranks while using his ability. His ability is to be able to turn completely invisible, even while wearing clothes. Wilbur is a curious lad as well as Tommy but isn’t quite as friendly or gentle. It’s really a game of roulette when he grabs you and opens his mouth. Is this the end or are you gonna be kept somewhere safe? No one knows.

Techno: the Blood God himself, he doesn’t really need any abilities to survive, but he does have large spines protruding from his back and along his arms. This man has super strength and can be fully capable to move mountains. He can get set off by blood though, but human blood triggers his instinct to protect. He defends humans, so him and Wilbur get into scuffles constantly. He is one of the top 5 most dangerous Titans on this side of the continent.

Philza: Phil is one of the few Titans that could fly and has the ability to completely shut a Titan’s body down, whether it be total organ shutdown or just something as simple as total body numbness. The numbness is the smallest damage dealer he can do but it takes a lot of energy still. If he gets damaged too much he will naturally go into a period of rest called a Stasis where his body shuts down to fix itself. Since he is immortal he can’t die in this state as long as nothing tries to kill him. Stasis can be as short as 5 years or can be his tricentennial 200-year factory reset stasis, where his life restarts. His tongue is a sort of forest green color as well as his blood, and his wing feathers are so sharp the feathers could be used as lightweight swords. He is very similar to Techno only not as menacing looking when he tries to be friendly.

Ranboo: a massive Titan with teleportation and a bad water allergy on the skin, Ranboo is very elusive and shy. He can only be seen wandering at nights and will actually run the opposite direction if he sees a human, afraid to hurt it. It takes a lot to gain this lone wanderer’s trust. He is a very curious fella (a lot of these guys are curious) and will only allow noms when he is completely okay with being around the human and the human actually wants to be stored. His tongue is bright purple with black spots and his blood is a sort of neon purple, his insides can glow. He does still have his enderwalk state as a Titan.

BadBoyHalo: a Titan able to turn himself into a smoke monster, he is very gently and grabby. He loves cuddling and despite his scary appearance would never hurt a human maliciously or without reason. Definitely the kind of Titan to keep multiple colonies of humans and make their protection tax “cuddle time.” His tongue and blood color are black and he does not do noms.

Schlatt: drunk ass giant satyr. His ability is to have a kick/stomp powerful enough to shatter a Titan’s bones and damage any organs in his wake. One kick to the head can put a naturally armored Titan in a deathly coma and guarantee it never wakes up. His horns curve outwards to cause even more damage. He can also cause magnitude 5 earthquakes with a powerful enough stomp. An absolute menace when sober, easier to disable while drunk, 100% death open to any human colonies/clans he has started to track.

Sam: a large and grizzled warrior with natural armor and the ability to withstand explosions. He is gruff and doesn’t talk much, when he does it’s quiet, he has a scar across his chest, probably from a battle with something much bigger than himself. He is a fierce defender and will do anything to defend his objective, even if it endangers those around him or the one he protects. His tongue is Jade green and his blood is evergreen forest green.

More coming soon…

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[itsonlydana]

"Koralia - the ceremony of change" ➷ Foolish_Gamers

or: a beautiful stranger that stole your heart with his boyish grin

↳ part ⅰ & part ⅱ (c!Eret x gn!reader -> can be read without the other parts)

➛ pairing: c!Foolish x gn!reader

➛ summary: the ceremony of change is an important evening for the kingdom of Koralia, but you are more interested in the demigod who looks a bit out of place

! warnings/tags: none, fluff

➛ words: 3,1k

♬ song: a moment apart - odesza

➛ a/n: okay now i am done with ´Koralia´. oh man, I couldn't leave Foolish there alone while Eret finds the love of his life so here ya go.. have this hot adorable demigod! I also changed fooshs character design a bit but it shouldn't be that fatal

Never in your young life had you seen the beach more crowded than today. Inhabitants of the entire kingdom had gathered on the snow-white sand in their best clothes, young and old, from all social classes, and from every conversation the same excitement resonated in their voices to you. Today it didn't matter if you helped out in the little bakery like you or were part of the parliament if you had just started school or saw the world through wise old eyes.

This feeling of unity that you had been experiencing for the past few days in Koralia carried throughout the empire and had eventually led everyone here.

To the ceremony of change.

Just yesterday, during your break, you had sat down with one of the older customers outside at the small rickety tables on the cobbled street, an ice-cold glass of cherry blossom tea in your hands, greedily soaking up every word of the man's tale of the last ceremony.

They called it the Ceremony of Change, as it was usually held at the same time as the coronations and arrival of the manta rays, in honor of the sacred animals that brought that very change and signified a change of generations and rulers. The older man had reminisced, talking about the last great ceremony in which the then Prince of Koralia was crowned, at his side the most beautiful woman of the land.

At this point he had paused, expressing his regret at the death of the young royal couple and how tragic he found it that the crown was passed on to their only child, although they had not even seen eighteen summers, and expressing his admiration at the strength of your ruler, how they managed to rule a kingdom, keeping peace with the other kingdoms and at the same time being concerned for the welfare of each individual.

You had let him digress from his actual narrative about the ceremony and waited patiently until he returned to it, where he had then leaned over the table to you, gesturing you to lean closer with a wave of his hand.

"I've heard from a friend that a high visitor has been announced for tomorrow," he had whispered to you.

"Perhaps it's the lady? After all, she was the mother of the old king?" you guessed, but the older man had shaken his head and leaned even closer.

"It's supposed to be the King of the DreamSMP himself," he had murmured.

Your jaw had dropped and an incredulous, "No, really?" had slipped from your lips a little louder than you intended and the man had nodded in satisfaction.

Everyone knew the stories of the DreamSMP, the bloody wars, the heartbreaking betrayal of the king, the fall of the walls and recently the victory over that mysterious Egg. While Koralia quietly existed and blossomed like an evening breeze, the DreamSMP was a storm, a seething thunderstorm in the west.

Not long ago there had been a deal between Koralia and the DreamSMP, military support for your goods and King Eret had sent his right hand man, Sir Foolish, who had lived in the palace for a few days, wandering your streets and also stopping at the little bakery where you had first seen him.

He had stood out, not only because of his height and tanned skin that shimmered golden in the sun, but because of his slightly lost look when he had admired your pastries and you had advised him, offered him a glass of tea and he had gone on his way again.

You hadn't stopped thinking about him since.

Shell fanfares announced the arrival of your monarch, thus interrupting your search for King Eret and his companion Sir Foolish, whom you could not find in the crowd.

You joined in the loud cheering and clapping as your young ruler stepped out of the shadow of the rocks, dressed in the most beautiful fabrics you had ever seen, their young faces beaming as they strode toward the great white pavilion.

Just like everyone else, you raised your hands above your head in the traditional greeting of Koralia, palms pointing in the direction of the small royal family.

Before your ruler began to speak, however, they seemed to fix a point on the cliffs and you followed their gaze.

At the very back, even behind the last row, there he actually was, King Eret of the DreamSMP, and to your surprise, he threw a hand kiss in the direction of the pavilion, certainly addressed to your young ruler, after all, they seemed quite nervous all of a sudden.

The rest of the ceremony you had to turn your head again and again to King Eret, fascinated by his presence. But he wasn't the only reason your gaze slid to the rocks, it was much more the man standing next to him with his arms crossed at his side.

Foolish had to be the most beautiful man you had ever seen. It wasn't just his divine charisma that put everyone else to shame, it wasn't just his height with which he towered over people's heads or his broad shoulders with which he parted the masses like the sea, it was also his expression, the way he saw Koralia in all its beauty and fullness, as only someone who could appreciate even the smallest detail in life could.

It could also be his clothes, a light blue skirt falling loosely to his knees, held by a golden belt, his strong upper arms and right thigh, as well as his wrists were adorned with wide golden bands, his muscular chest free and hung with golden chains. Foolish was divine in every way.

You were so captivated by the sight of the demigod that you did not notice the end of the ceremony until a sudden murmur went through the crowd, for the ruler of Koralia had no sooner finished the ceremony than they were up and running, indignant.

After the disappearance of Your Highness and, if one followed the whispers, also that of King Eret, a bond had developed between the two young rulers that went beyond political support, the people of Koralia had fallen into their normal happy mood and had spread out on the beach strip.

You had gone, despite your desire to get to know Foolish better, to one of the tables set up, where you sat down next to two young girls and across from a mother with her toddler, who had his hands gleefully in a bowl of berries, the juice of which was turning his chubby face purple.

You hadn't been sitting at the table long when you spotted someone on the edge, as striking as a colorful dog with his shimmering golden skin, yet leaning against the rocks all alone, looking around a bit lost. Heart pounding, you noticed how his gaze landed on you, and without thinking about it first, you beckoned him over.

Surprised, Foolish raised his hand, pointing to himself as if unsure if you meant someone else, but when you nodded his eyes widened. His size didn't make it easy for him to maneuver his way between the tables to you, though it didn't help that he was being stared at by most of them. Again and again he bumped into seated people or tabletops, whereupon he frantically excused himself, and by the time he had reached you, a deep red had settled on his golden cheeks.

Your table wobbled, as well, as he sat down next to you on the narrow bench, burying his feet lightly in the sand so his knees didn't press against the underside of the top, and you could hear him exhale deeply before turning to you.

"Hi!"

"Hi," you greeted him back, trying to distract him from the stares of the others at your table with a friendly smile, though his appearance more or less took your breath away.

Now that he was so close to you, you had to make an effort not to look at his free chest or muscles, which were almost at your eye level thanks to his size. Instead you focused on the fact that now you finally had the chance to meet him, after he had been on your mind since his visit to the bakery.

You were about to introduce yourself to him when he beat you to it.

"I'm sorry if I'm wrong, but you used to work at the bakery, or am I mistaken?" he asked, and now you were the one looking at him in surprise.

He remembered you?

"Yes, I sold you some of our butter cake," you stuttered slightly nervous.

"Okay good, I was afraid I made a mistake!" said Foolish and then held out his hand to you beaming "I'm Foolish!"

You grabbed his hand, ignoring how your heart skipped a beat as he squeezed your hand tightly and shook it. "(y/n)," you introduced yourself as well.

Foolish took his hand back to him, placing it on his thigh, and you forbade yourself to follow the movement with your gaze. "It's a really nice celebration you have here, a beautiful kingdom," he remarked.

"Even though I've heard about how it goes down, I had no idea it would be this big. I think it exceeds expectations every time. It depends on each ruler's planning, of course, but with them, everyone could guess it would be a great day."

The two of you looked out over the crowded beach, decorated with torches, strings of flowers and the rows of tables, as well as a small orchestra playing soft but fast music under the pavilion, inviting you to dance like the children and some couples before it.

You thought about when you last went dancing, it had to have been a long time ago.

"Do you like to dance?" you asked, your eyes continuing to gaze at the area in the sand with the tall wooden posts on which strings of flowers were spun, forming a canopy over the dancing couples.

Foolish slid restlessly back and forth on the creaky bench, twiddling his thumbs in his lap. "I can't really dance," he admitted, and you turned back to him in wonder. "Well I can dance a little, Eret had taught me the basic steps when we were invited to a banquet, but that's about it."

You could see a dark shadow fall at the mention of that banquet, as if it reminded him of something bad he had long repressed that was now making its way into the light of day.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm not much of a dancer either," you said sympathetically, and the shadow disappeared so quickly that you questioned your own senses as to whether it had even been there to begin with.

Foolish seemed to weigh his options, but finally nodded decisively. "Then I wouldn't want to decline your invitation, and I'd be happy to accompany you," he relented with a smile.

As before, Foolish had slight trouble getting through the rows of tables, though he bumped into someone a little more often now, as he kept turning to look at you as if to make sure you were coming after him.

Not wanting to be the center of attention and on display, you led Foolish to the side of the large area where many more people had since gathered and were dancing to the now slower music.

As it turned out, finding a suitable position with someone you barely knew could be very awkward, neither of you knew exactly how to make the first move and it was a mess of your emotions when at one point Foolish put his hands on your hips and you placed yours on his broad shoulders.

His golden chains jingled as you took your first steps, filling the silence where before only your own thoughts were loud.

"What did you think of Koralia on your first visit, by the way?" you began a conversation and could feel Foolish exhale a bated breath, his tense shoulders loosening. So he was just as nervous as you were.

"It's definitely not comparable to the DreamSMP, everything here is much more peaceful and quiet. People are always smiling at you and seem to really like living here." Foolish seemed to lose himself in his thoughts for a moment as he looked over the crowd and you took the moment to look at his face up close.

He had a sharp jaw, a strong nose, dark eyebrows and long black lashes, focused emerald green eyes that held so much knowledge and time. Every time a smile formed on his curved lips, you noticed the pronounced laugh lines at the corners of his mouth, which had something of shark gills about them, if you thought about it. His black hair fell in short strands down his forehead, shining in the light of the sun.

Before he could misinterpret your stare (or be right, both made your stomach tingle), you ran your hands over his shoulders, directing his lost gaze back down at you. "Don't you like living there?" you asked him, and his previously stiff hands at your middle loosened, holding you properly.

" Yeah, I do. It's just different here, brighter, more open. When I'm not at Eret's castle, I spend my days and nights in my desert, which is full of life of the animal kind, but I've missed taking a walk through the streets and discovering something new," Foolish stopped, emerald eyes roaming over your face and he cleared his throat, "Or meeting someone new."

Your ears grew hot as you both avoided each other's gaze.

"In the desert? Do you live there all alone? Without anyone else?" you pecked, realizing thereafter what your questions might imply, which brought even more blush to your face.

Foolish's hand slipped on your hip as a couple of kids playing tag behind you got a little too close, and with a sudden motion he pulled you away from them, only for it to result in you being pressed against his chest with a startled gasp, your faces approaching unexpectedly quickly.

His eyes flickered downward, you were suddenly aware of how dry your lips had become from that brief movement that had taken all breath from you.

"All by myself." breathed Foolish, his raspy voice sending a shiver down your spine, the ensuing shudder of which he definitely had to feel under his hands.

After that brief eye contact, Foolish seemed to fall back into his happy laughing ways and smiled broadly at you. "Hey, look we can dance after all!" he exclaimed, snapping you out of your momentary freeze. Only then did you notice how you had actually been following the beat of the music for the last few minutes and you ran your tongue over your dry lips, careful not to fall out of rhythm with your crush.

You danced the whole afternoon, interrupted only for short breaks, in which you presented Foolish the specialties of Koralia and laughingly watched his reactions, when he, overwhelmed by the tastes, fell on his knees in front of you in the sand, then he pulled you again on the dance floor to a faster song, to which you spun until you were lying in the sand and the world now spun only around you.

In the few hours, you had gone from strangers to something else, something you couldn't quite put your finger on, but it made you see the world more colorful, the colors more vibrant, the laughter of other people louder and Foolish clearer.

Evening came faster than you would have expected, the sky a beautiful canvas of a warm apricot, azule and lavender flowing into each other and the sea lit all at once by the blue glow of the rays.

As much as you had been looking forward to seeing these creatures, you couldn't stop looking at Foolish as he shone golden in the light of the setting sun and there was a glimmer of wonder in his wide open eyes as he took in the spectacle before him.

His hand was still around you from your previous dance, resting on your hip, and he offered you his side to lean on, an offer you couldn't refuse. You felt every breath as he gasped at the stunts of the rays jumping out of the water, the quivering of his chest as you rested your head on his shoulder, and noticed every slight movement of his head as he tried to catch a sneaky glimpse of you.

You didn't know how long you stood there together, but the sun had long since set in the sea when Foolish asked you to one last dance.

This time you clasped your hands in his neck, feeling his short hair against your fingertips. Foolish's hands seemed more secure on your waist, gently stroking the fabrics of your clothes, yet you could feel the touch as if it were right on your skin.

"I want to thank you for this wonderful evening, I really would have been lost without you."

You lift your eyes, looking up at a smiling Foolish. "I really enjoyed the day too, especially the dancing."

"Oh thank heavens! I was so afraid of stepping on your toes and breaking something."

Without noticing, you had moved closer again. Foolish had tilted his head down to you, leaning his forehead against yours, whispering the words like a secret denied to the rest of the world.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" he asked, causing your heart to stop for a few seconds before it continued to beat all the faster. "Because since I saw you again tonight I realized how much I was hoping to see you one more time, and then you waved at me and I knew I wouldn't leave your side today."

Hesitantly, he leaned down further to you, touching your lips gently at first, letting his just brush over yours, waiting for you to chase the kiss before applying more pressure.

It was easy to lose yourself in the moment when you were pressed against a chest by the strong arms of a demigod when all around you people watched the manta rays with bated breath and soft whispers and hibiscus flowers floated on the waves of the ocean colored silver by the moon, bright flames making Foolish's face shine, shadows dancing across his perfect face and you nestled in the warmth of his body as well as the flames and the lazy summer night.

#mcyt fanfiction #foolish x reader #mcyt writing #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #dsmp x you #dsmp fanfiction #dsmp writing #dsmp x y/n #dsmp foolish x reader #foolish gamers x you #foolish x you #koralia series

[battery-forgot]

Now, I come mid-week to give you all of my DSMP/MCYT headcanons because I have many

Don’t mind if these are repeated, misspelt, or has no logic, it is block game things and I am not checking over them-- and some will be organized, and some will be random, some might not have a Enter space because these are all ctrl c + ctrl v’ed from a Discord server I am in :]

Skeppy headcanons: Skeppy is 4 billion years old as scientists have thought that is how long ores and diamonds existed for

Skeppy's species is pretty rare

Every diamond that is broken or damaged causes Skeppy to feel a physical pain in his body

His species has lamp tail as they don't have night vision, some of them also have tiny wings that aren't usable, though they can kinda glide short distances with them

Because of his small height, he has taught himself magic to be able to change size, it can hurt him if he goes taller than 5'3, but he is able to get to Foolish's height if he tried

Sometimes random crystals grow on Skeppy's face, though they look different from normal crystals and can be used for things like explosives, though he doesn't know about it

Techno has seen Kristen but doesn't remember it well, though Kristen gave him his crown as a gift

Techno has a collection of skull masks that he has worn, he wears the skulls because of nostalgia now but he used to wear them because he thought they were cool and made him look threatening

Technoblade, Skeppy, Sam, Ranboo, Michael(the son- not Michaelmcchill), Phil, Bad, and some others really like shiny and golden objects

DreamSMP theme/"timeline" is kind of like a steampunk like thing

Drista is DreamXD's sister and DristaXD is Dream's "sister", though they aren't really siblings as they are robots

Drista and DreamXD are clones of DristaXD and Dream, though they actually look nothing alike

Callahan is a mute mini-god that everyone knows exists but doesn't really understand they are a mini-god. They kind of just chill and do what people ask them to do

Phil: Phil is more into traveling than anything else

Though he doesn't mind being a father figure, he doesn't think he is a good one especially after he killed Wilbur

He is able to turn into the size of a crow, though since his wings are now unusable, he doesn't do it as often as it is basically useless

Phil sometimes takes bird baths, though I guess they are always called that-

He has bird legs/talons,but they aren’t fully noticeable

joke headcanon I thought of is that Phil's handwriting is chicken-scratch because he is half-crow

Phil has really good memory, as a crow would

-DreamXD is actually pretty weak in powers, but he acts like he is the strongest person in the server

-Tommy's eye is just completely gone from when Dream killed him, but he covers it with an eyepatch

-Tubbo talks about things to Ranboo thinking he'll forget them, but some stories Ranboo remembers but doesn't speak about it because he doesn't want to make Tubbo worry too much

-Philza wasn't willing to kill Wilbur so Wilbur forced Phil by grabbing his arm and impaling himself

-Dream and Techno sometimes share stories about having ADHD

-Phil didn't really know about Fundy, he knew he existed but had no idea to how he acted, looked, or his actual name

-Wilbur had a letter written to Fundy about how he was sorry for what he was gonna do during November 16th, but the withers blew it up before Fundy knew about it

-Fundy doesn't let anyone hold his hand because it makes him remember the past where he would hold Wilbur's hand a lot

-Change of headcanons: Schlatt and Puffy are cousins, Tubbo was just a random kid that would follow Schlatt for hours a day, waiting for him to acknowledge him

-Dream jumps into the lava in the prison as it reminds him of Sapnap

-Bad was uncomfortable when Sapnap married Big Q and Karl because he went on a date with Quackity before but he still supported them (Yes I know Big Q basically had a divorce with Sap and Karl--)

-Skeppy knows a lot about other's pasts because of how old he is, even traumatizing facts

-Skeppy has a fear of fire (Pyrophobia) and he is kind of scared of Sapnap

-Dream used the revivebook on the cat Tommy killed, but Sam killed it thinking Dream would use the cat against Sam to escape quicker in the future

-Dream doesn't *fully* know why he is in prison, ever since Tommy and Tubbo killed him, a wire/chip broke in his body which made him forget a lot of things. Dream does get told what he had done a lot, but it makes him almost have a panic attack because he thought he was a pretty good person

-Ghostbur is Callahan, they were commanded by DreamXD to become Ghostbur so that everyone could feel like he was still there (Callahan can change who they are completely, but they don't actually know how they acted when as Ghostbur, though that doesn't mean he didn't know what happened, when Dream killed/revived Ghostbur, Callahan got to see what it felt like to die for the first time)

-Fundy has the habit of picking up things and using them at some sort of fidget (examples: knives, leaves, grass, wood, pencils, berry stems, etc.

-Ranboo will be writing/saying something about someone and use pronouns instead of their name or just with the person's name (example: "Puffy she/her was--" or "he/him writing down things") [Basically canon-]

-Tubbo used to headbutt people but stopped after around 2 years because he kept hurting people

-Phil used to squawk randomly when he was a kid, but he mainly just squawks when hiccuping now

-Even though Bad used to get really nervous picking people up because he was afraid he was gonna drop and kill them, he now just picks up everyone randomly... except Foolish and Ranboo

-Foolish is able to shrink to around 7ft, and unless he is building a big build, he will shrink so he can get around easier

-Because Ranboo is only half enderman, he isn't the full height of an enderman (He is only 8'5)

-If someone asks Charlie about his pronouns, out of confusion, he just responds with "Bones!" which sometimes leads Las Nevadas members (or just anyone really) calling him by He/it/Bones

-When Bad was being controlled by the egg, it made him get even more flashbacks about how his species was supposed to act which would end up with him panicking because that isn't who he wants to be (bonus: The more a member infected by the egg would panic, the more the egg would be able to take over the person because they can't focus)

-Kristin has taught Phil how to do makeup in their free-time of hanging out

-Kristin is insanely tall, if she shrinks then she turns more transparent, so she ends up looking more like a ghost when at average height

-Skeppy can't cry, though he still can feel sad

-Bad and Eret talk to eachother quite a lot

-When Tubbo was around 11-14, he would make redstone contraptions, though he doesn't remember how to make most of them now

Ranboo doesn't like photoshoots because he feels like everyone is staring at him, though this does mean he just doesn't have a passport photo, his alternative was to draw what he looked like on the passport but they didn't allow it, as well as Ranboo doesn't really remember what he looks like anyway because they don't like looking in mirrors--

I think this is half-canon but another headcanon is where every SMP is just an island far away from others. In this case, Hermitcraft, 30 day SMP, and other SMPs are all linked up, as for people who are in multiple SMPs, they travel around by boat for awhile, now, the thing I've just not figured out is how tf their look magically changes-like- outfit is decently obvious-- but do they magically transform like an anime girl? Idk- 

Skeppy's voice randomly glitches out, is there an actual reason for this? No.

Quackity’s outfit is similar to Sub Urban’s (In Freak)

Skeppy acts as if he is royalty, he doesn't act rude or demanding unless joking- but he does act as if he is the superior person-

-Skeppy and Slime are the only "people" that don't have steampunk styled clothing because of how old they are

-Skeppy's hair grows insanely quickly and no one knows why, he honestly hates it

-Most of Skeppy's outfits have been made by Bad or Puffy

-Skeppy knows DreamXD as if he is a brother, but he despises him because of something that has happened around 3,000 years ago

-Skeppy has a lot of different shades in their hair on the "inside"(like- the side where his neck is is what I mean, I don't remember if it has a name or not-)

-Like I've said before, Skeppy's eyes are crystallized, but they are somewhat transparent, not enough to where you'd be able to see the inside of his head, but they are still transparent

-In the past, Skeppy didn't like their name which is why they called himself "Skeppy"

-He has an attachment to caves

-When Skeppy was a kid, they had the dream of him filling cave walls with houses of their own

-Skeppy goes by it/they/he

-Skeppy joke flirts with Bad all the time to confuse everyone, Bad doesn't like it because then everyone thinks they are dating which makes him feel a little uncomfortable

-Out of boredom, in the past, Skeppy would climb on the roofs of caves, hang upside down, and try and sleep like a bat

-They have no blood in his body, it is literally just a diamond covered with a thin layer of skin and hair

-Skeppy gets stressed out easily when it comes to learning because it just reminds him of everything he had to get used to as the billion of years he lived went by

-Skeppy used to not be allowed out into the open world, the first time it experienced going outside was when it was 2 billion years old

-Skeppy has accidentally caught things on fire during the day because of the reflecting of the sun, but even then, they are nocturnal so they don't really have to worry about it

-Wilbur adapted to hanging out with Sally in the water, he has some gills, but he can only breathe underwater for a bit longer with them

-Skeppy always has the equivalent of Diamond (armor) except when he was infected by the egg, he was equivalent to the strength of a Ruby

-Infected Skeppy has a redstone glow when touched, so when hugged(or hive fived- or- yeah you get the point), he would give a subtle glow around him until let go

-The Eggpire still can be controlled, but they are able to control it unless angered/upset

-Skeppy was 6ft when infected, now he is 3′9 un-infected

-At this point, Dream likes the prison because he sometimes feels safe there, like no one can hurt him

-DristaXD is more of a ghost robot than an actual robot

-DristaXD's hobby is murdering people and has basically been in some sort of jail before, she has broken chains around their ankles and hands, it seems to have been made of a really strong material as wel

-Sapnap used to have fire wings, but when he had to get extinguished, they disappeared, they are still there, they just aren't visible until dunked in lava and Sapnap can't use them anymore

-Infected Bad still took care of Sapnap, but Sapnap never cared

-Sapnap takes the name "lava cake" too seriously... though he thinks the literal lava cakes he makes taste good

-Puffy's hair has been dyed blue by Ghostbur before because he wanted people to remember Friend if they ever disappeared

-Going with my Ghostbur as Callahan hc, when Ghostbur was killed, Callahan kind of glitched between realities and so Ghostburs body glitched from Callahan's body and Ghostbur's then just disappeared. Callahan is still alive but they randomly glitch into different realities, he has glitched into places Karl has gone, including The Inbetween.

-When Ghostbur was glitching back into Callahan after killed, it shocked and concerned Dream

There you go :]

#dreamsmp #dreamsmp headcanon #skeppy #badboyhalo #dream #dreamxd #philza #Callahan minecraft #Ghostbur #Fundy #Wilbur #captain puffy #Sapnap #Quackity #mcyt headcanons #Ranboo #Tubbo

[mini-melo]

i am, once again, not working because i wanted to pull words out of my ass. anyway, i also very much apologize for this one. you'll see why.

taglist: @star-fruit23

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—neither can live while the other survives.

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Tubbo loved Tommy. He still does, despite this new Tommy's lack of memories.

Tomny is his rock—his sun. They were two halves of the same coin. They were always together, glued at the hip. Nobody could get between them.

Then the exile happened.

(There can't be a coin if one side is gone.)

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The thing is, Tubbo all but left DreamSMP. He's bunked at Tommy's base, in his room, even. He's watched Tommy build patiently, ask others for help or even their opinions.

Tubbo learns about this new Tommy—calmer and quieter, as if he was loud only because no one listened to him.

Tubbo learns how happy Tommy is now, and thinks back to Ghostbur.

(He wonders, not for the first time, if he'll be the same.)

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Tommy offers to help Tubbo build a base.

And they do, Tommy and Tubbo build a small starter base beside Tommy's. Not too far, but far enough in case Tubbo wants to expand.

(Tubbo decides to connect his and Tommy's bases instead of fully expanding.)

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It goes on like that, for a while. Everything Tommy builds is connected, in one way or another, to Tubbo's.

No one minds it. No one talks about it.

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Sometimes, the hermits can here crying echoing in Tommy's base. Other times, they hear talking and begging and yelling.

Nobody knows what to do, but Tommy's never let that stop him.

(Tommy is the only one who can get Tubbo to calm down. He doesn't know why, but seeing the older teen cry makes him want to cry.)

(Tubbo, sometimes, begs Tommy to remember.)

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In the end, Tommy's memories don't really unravel. His past is as blank as ever, with only lingering emotions and half-familiar objects to indicate that there were memories there once.

Tommy doesn't remember the bad times—traitors, wars, exile, his deaths. Nothing. Granted, he doesn't remember anything outside Hermitcraft, but this server are the only memories that aren't tainted.

(Tubbo... Tubbo wants to forget, too. He's tired of remembering and crying and screaming at night, begging the world to turn around and go back to when they were children—innocent and free of scars and free betrayals. When they were children who could trust adults to protect them and teach them and nurture them.)

Tommy doesn't wish being a ghost on anyone, no matter how happy he himself is.

But, as a lot of times in his forgotten past, he doesn't have a choice.

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Tubbo fell from a high place.

This time, the hermits know.

#mcyt #melowrites #tommyinnit #hermitcraft #hermitcraft x dsmp #hermit!tommy au #ghostinnit #tubbo #im so sorry for this one #but i've had this planned since four weeks ago #yes dont worry #im not killing off anyone else #i promise #anyway #please dont hate me

[a-host-of-furies]

Empty Smile

Preamble: I saw a post about an SCP AU for the DreamSMP made by @157-bees. I haven’t actually taken anything from the AU they created, but their post got my brain rolling, so i thought I’d credit them!  I also activated anon asks for my blog, so if you like what i’ve written and want to send me asks or prompts for more, that would be cool. Okay, that’s it, enjoy.

Dream is a normal Teenager. Or well, a bit more than normal. He’s Popular, smart, good at sports. He does parkour in his free time, is part of the chess club (and sticks out there like a sore thumb, but who cares) plays on the Football team and goes to martial arts classes after school. Whatever he does, whatever he starts, he's good at it. Whoever he talks to, people usually like him.

It's only when he hits his 17th birthday that things... Change. When he speaks to people, his voice is laced with something more. Something compelling. Being good at sports stops being exciting because.. Because it's too easy. He leaps from house to house and barely even gets tired. And then the holes appear.

Dream’s never had a single pimple in his life and at first he thinks it's a blackhead. But it grows, and grows and grows. Soon, Dream needs to wear a cloth mask. He stops looking in the mirror for a while, but when the void creeps up to his nose he has to. His mouth is gone.

That's when he grabs the porcelain mask. It's a flat thing without expression.It makes him shudder when he looks at it, so he grabs a sharpie and smears a crude smile where a mouth should be. It's only when he feels the cold ceramic against his skin that he wonders, quietly, where he got the mask from.

That's not something he usually.. Has. Maybe.. Maybe his parents? 

But it's then that he remembers, for the first time in his life, that the house he lives in is empty. That it always was.

He stares at the door to his room, realization a cold lump in his belly. Hesitantly his hand reaches for the doorknob.

The hallway stretching in front of him looks ordinary in the afternoon sun. Carpet muffles his steps as he passes by a dozen picture frames that line the wall. For the first time in forever, he looks at them. They’re empty. It's not a surprise. Dream walks down the Hallway into the living room and the kitchen and finds them furnished like he knows them to be.

Perfect, pretty, impersonal. Like a house for a house tour - or, no, he corrects himself. Like a set. A set for his life. And behind the scenes lurks the same void that consumed a face he never really had in the first place.

#dreamwastaken #dreamsmp #Dream Smp #myct #SCP #AU #fanfic #DreamSCP

[ray-ray-writings]

Missing You-Platonic!Quackity

#143 from this prompt list. Check out my masterlist here!

This is a Platonic Quackity x GN reader in the dreamsmp! I hope you enjoy! 

TW: This has mention of an abusive relationship, please do not read if that is going to trigger you or make you uncomfortable in anyway!!!

Y/N gets tired of missing their best friend

Y/N’s POV

Quackity and I had been best friends for as long as I had been a part of the DreamSMP. When I joined the server, Quackity was the one to greet me and show me around. We cracked jokes as he showed me everything that had been built by the other members. The day ended with the two of us pranking Dream and escaping to Big Q’s house before we could get caught. The two of us had been two peas in a pod ever since that day. You would rarely ever see one without the other. When Quack decided to run for President of L’Manberg, I stood by him. I didn’t really want anything to do with the politics side, but I supported Quackity all the same. The two of us were practically attached at the hip… And then he joined.

JSchlatt. The infamous failed business man had joined the SMP to run for President and Quackity was infatuated with him. He would always gush about how smart and handsome he found the man. The two became close, although they were opponents, and when George slept through the election, Quackity hooked up with JSchlatt… in more ways than one. Not only did the two become a couple, but Quackity had declared that all votes that were cast in Swag2020s favor would go to JSchlatt. That declaration won JSchlatt the election. He was made president… And shit hit the fan. 

The President and Vice President quickly married after the election, which surprised me, but like always I stood by Quackity and supported him all the way. But as time went on, I saw my best friend less and less. I was lucky if I caught a wave from him as he and Schlatt walked around Manberg. When I was able to talk to him for longer than 5 seconds I asked him why I didn’t see him much anymore. He would blame it on the fact he had to help his husband run a country, which made sense, but that was always his excuse. Soon his excuses came with black eyes and bruised wrists. He told me it was nothing. That he had been clumsy, books fell off of his shelf and hit him in the face and he smacked his wrists off his kitchen counter. I believed him. Deep down I knew. I always knew when something was wrong with my best friend. And something was very very wrong. 

I let out a deep sigh as I walked around Manberg. It felt like everything had changed and not all of it was for the better. I had gone from seeing, talking, and hanging out with my best friend almost every moment of every day to being lucky if I caught a passing glance at him in Manberg. I kept my head down as I made my way toward my house. As I was trying to collect my thoughts, I smashed into something… well someone. 

I let out a gasp as I stumbled back, looking up at what I had just run into. There before me was my best friend. “Quackity!” I exclaimed before wrapping my arms around the man in a tight hug. I felt him wince under my hold, causing me to loosen my hold on him. “It’s so great to see you,” I beamed with a smile. Quackity did not return my smile. “Yeah, it’s good to see you. I’ve got to go.” He deadpanned, attempting to brush past me. The smile slipped off of my face as I moved to block his path. “What’s the rush Quack?” I asked with an eyebrow raised. Quackity let out a sigh as he brought a hand to rub his face. “I’ve just got a lot to do before Schlatt gets home tonight.” “Well maybe I could help you!” I offered, “I haven’t seen you in so long and I would love to spend time with you and help you do whatever you’re doing.” Quackity seemed to contemplate the offer but shook his head. “No. No, I'm good thanks.” He claimed quickly before trying to rush past me again. 

My eyes watched my best friend walk a few feet away before I decided to call out to him, “What’s the matter with you Quackity?” My words caused him to freeze in his tracks. “We’re best friends… Or I guess were because it sure as hell seems that you don’t want to be anymore. But I don’t understand why!” I yelled at him. Quackity seemed to deflate at my words. He slowly turned around, “I’ve just been really busy with Schlatt.” He mumbled, not looking me in my eyes. I let a silence built between us before I let out a scoff, “That’s it? That’s your excuse. You’ve been busy with Schlatt? I thought we agreed we wouldn’t let significant others get between us, Alex!” I spit at the boy. Quackity flinched at my harsh tone which made my heart break a bit, but I had to be strong. “This is different. We have-” “A country to run. I know. I understand. But Tommy always had time for Tubbo. He always made time for his best friend. Why can’t you… I want my best friend back, Quack. I need you back.” I whispered. 

The two of us stood there in silence for a few moments before Quackity took a deep, shaky, breath. “Schlatt… Schlatt can be sweet. He can be the nicest man in the world. Giving me attention and affection. His smiles cause butterflies to form in my tummy… But Schlatt has a temper. Especially when he drinks. He hates it when I’m not with him.” He admitted slowly, “We very often argue and when we do, things tend to fly. I try to walk away but he grabs my wrists and forces me to stay… After he calms down, he apologies and promises it will never happen again. I try so hard not to believe him, but then he smiles at me and I’m sucked back into his arms and I don’t know how to break the cycle.” 

I took a few hesitant steps forward after Quackity’s confession. I stared at him in the eyes before wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him close to me. Quackity’s façade broke. Tears fell from his eyes and sobs fell from his mouth. Quackity’s arms came up and wrapped around my waist, clutching at the material that rested over my back, trying so hard to hold on to me. I rested my cheek against Quackity’s, the tears now also coating my cheeks. “I’ve got you,” I croaked, “I’ve got you.” 

I don’t know how long we stood there in one another’s embrace. But it was a while, because when Quackity finally slowly pulled away from my arms, the sun was setting. “Can I stay with you tonight?” He questioned, soft sniffles sounding. “Of course you can,” I comforted with a soft smile. “We can have a sleepover. Just like old times. And in the morning, we can discuss what can be done about Schlatt. Okay?” I questioned softly. Quackity mirrored my soft smile and gave me a slight head tilt, “Okay”

There you go! I hope you enjoyed! If so, be sure to leave a like!

#mcyt #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt one shot #quackity #quackity imagine #quackity x reader #quackity one shot #dream #dreamsmp #dream smp imagine #dreamsmp imagine #tw abuse #abuse #domestic abuse #tw domestic abuse #imagine #one shot #requested #ray-ray-writings #missing you #best friend #platonic quackity #platonic!quackity #gender neutral

[violexides]

long sigh. what did philza do now 

#sun talks dreamsmp #personal #i'm going to guess the family reunion with the revived son went south? #i feel like ranboo toeing the line between tubbo and tommy vs phil and techno #is just going to get even more difficult what with wilbur #but that's just my dumbass being c!ranboo centric thinking bc im a dumb little fixater