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1wn8ure · 9 months

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i don't wanna get over you (i wanna sit with you in bed)

"Twenty wives," Tubbo says, staring at Ranboo with something unreadable in his eyes.

"He's gonna make fun of me, y'know," Tubbo continues, leaning forward enough that Ranboo can smell the alcohol on his breath. "I don't even have one wife."

"Yeah?" they whisper back, forcing their voice to maintain its lighthearted tone. "Not sure that's much of a secret."

"Maybe not." Tubbo narrows his eyes, reaching out and placing a hand on Ranboo's chest. "Maybe I don't want a wife." ------- Or, my interpretation of c!Beeduo's first kiss for @b1rdza's MTIYS!

This fic is about Minecraft roleplay characters, not real-life content creators. I interpret c!Beeduo as a romantic relationship, but other interpretations are welcome! Just know they are romantically gay and in love in this piece <3

CW: Implied alcohol abuse, drunkenness

Full fic under the cut!

Tubbo_ whispers to you: r u awake Tubbo_ whispers to you: rabooo Tubbo_ whispers to you: raboob Tubbo_ whispers to you: boob man Tubbo_ whispers to you: ha

You whisper to Tubbo_: Tubbo? You whisper to Tubbo_: It’s 3 in the morning

Tubbo_ whispers to you: yayyyy Tubbo_ whispers to you: hey minuyes mman

You whisper to Tubbo_: What are you doing up? You whisper to Tubbo_: Tubbo? You whisper to Tubbo_: Are you okay?

Tubbo_ whispers to you: mfinee Tubbo_ whispers to you: just ppeacgy

You whisper to Tubbo_: Oh You whisper to Tubbo_: …are you drunk?

Tubbo_ whispers to you: mabe a litttle Tubbo_ whispers to you: raboo Tubbo_ whispers to you: u lookk like th mooon Tubbo_ shared coordinates Tubbo_ whispers to you: ooops

You whisper to Tubbo_: Oh jeez, that’s farther than usual. You whisper to Tubbo_: …do you want me to help you get home?

Tubbo_ whispers to you: no Tubbo_ whispers to you: waitt Tubbo_ whispers to you: yy

You whisper to Tubbo_: ?

Tubbo_ whispers to you: yess Tubbo_ whispers to you: comee find mme minutw man

You whisper to Tubbo_: Okay, I’ll be there soon.

Tubbo_ whispers to you: hury Tubbo_ whispers to you: i wannaa do smthn Tubbo_ whispers to you: that imma regrett

You whisper to Tubbo_: …how about you wait until I’m there, okay? You whisper to Tubbo_: Be safe, Tubbo.

Tubbo_ whispers to you: mm Tubbo_ whispers to you: sure Tubbo_ whispers to you: wtvrr u say mminute man ----- Tubbo is going to feel like hell when he wakes up.

That's Ranboo's first thought when he finally spots the president, lying on his back at the edge of the docks. His oversized suit jacket is draped over a fence nearby, his shoes left in a heap next to it. Carefully picking his way across the weathered spruce planks, Ranboo approaches him slowly, freezing when beautiful blue eyes flick over to him and spark with recognition. Tubbo immediately starts pushing himself up, staggering to his feet.

"Ra'booo," he croons, stumbling towards them. Ranboo lurches forward as Tubbo sways, placing their hands on Tubbo's shoulders to steady him before he takes a dive into the crashing waves below.

"Woah, woah, okay," Ranboo says, tugging Tubbo further from the edge. "Let's back up a bit, yeah?"

Tubbo follows without complaint, scooting a couple blocks toward the center of the pier before flopping back down, very nearly yanking Ranboo down with him. As it is, they just barely manage to catch themselves before they crash into the wood. Tubbo stares up at them, his head lolling to the side.

"Sit down with me," Tubbo begs, sticking out his lower lip in a pout. Ranboo sighs, shrugging off his suit jacket and laying it out before taking a seat next to the president.

"Man, you're really out of it, huh?" he muses, eying the gently swaying boy next to him warily. Tubbo merely shrugs, tipping his head backward and staring up at the stars.

"Have I told you that you look like the moon?" he asks. Ranboo breathes a laugh.

"Only about ten minutes ago," they reply. "But not before tonight."

Tubbo hums in response, squinting up at the aforementioned celestial body. He jabs a finger toward it, and Ranboo looks up to see a near-perfect half moon shimmering down on them.

"Creative," Ranboo teases, nudging Tubbo's side. Tubbo turns to him, sticking his tongue out.

"You're a dick," he retorts, and Ranboo gasps in mock offense.

"Rude!" they exclaim, moving as if they were going to stand up. "And to think, I came all the way out here to find you..."

"Nooooo!" Tubbo giggles, grabbing Ranboo's hand and tugging him back. "Don't leave me, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Ranboo chuckles as he complies, shaking his head ruefully. "How can I say no to that?"

Tubbo flops onto his back, still staring at Ranboo. "Exactly," he mumbles, squinting up at them. He studies them in silence for several moments, and Ranboo notes with a warm pleasure that, even drunk, Tubbo remembers to stare at his forehead, not his eyes.

"You're tall," he finally remarks, and Ranboo laughs.

"You're short," he jabs back, already settling into the familiar bickering.

"Take that back!"

"Why? It's tru-"

Ranboo's cut off as Tubbo's hand shoots out and wraps around his arm, yanking hard. He falls backward onto the spruce with a soft oomph, and Tubbo takes advantage of his moment of surprise to roll over, lying horizontally across Ranboo's torso and pinning him to the ground.

"Take it back," he sing-songs, his elbow digging into Ranboo's gut.

"Alright, alright-" Ranboo wheezes. He tries to push Tubbo off of him, but that only earns him a knee to the side. "Okay- You're not short! You're not short!"

Tubbo narrows his eyes at Ranboo, kneeing them one more time before he relents and rolls off. Ranboo gasps for air, just a little more dramatically than necessary. It earns him an affectionate eye-roll from Tubbo, who simply giggles at Ranboo's distress. Prime, his laugh, he’s beautiful-

"You're fineeee," he says, redirecting his attention up at the stars once more. Silence settles over them, and Ranboo watches Tubbo trace the constellations with his eyes, his face falling.

"Hey," Ranboo murmurs, nudging his shoulder. "Was there- um, a reason you're out here? Just- just because, or...?"

Tubbo doesn't answer immediately, but the little furrow that forms in his brow lets Ranboo know that he'd definitely heard their question. They're about to let it go, already regretting prying into Tubbo's personal life, but then they notice that Tubbo's withdrawn something from his pocket and is clenching it tightly in one hand.

Shimmering enchanted metal catches the moonlight, and Ranboo's heart twists.

"Oh," he whispers, and Tubbo squeezes his eyes shut.

Ranboo's willing to let that be the end of it, knowing how much Tubbo loathes seeming vulnerable. Not that Ranboo doesn't want to know- of course they do, it's so rare that Tubbo actually lets them know what he's dealing with, and they'd give anything to be able to lift some of the weight from his over-burdened shoulders- but Tubbo's not exactly in the best state of mind to be answering questions, and Ranboo would feel awful if they pushed him to admit something while inebriated he wouldn't have dared reveal sober.

Tubbo, however, seems to have other plans, pulling the compass up to his chest and looking over at Ranboo with something close to desperation in his expression.

"He's okay, right?" Tubbo wavers, tears gathering in his eyes. "He- he's okay. Right?"

"He's Tommy," Ranboo says as a way of an answer, inching just close enough to Tubbo that their shoulders touch. "I'm more worried about the land he's living on. There's only so many cobblestone towers a world can take."

Tubbo laughs wetly, shaking his head. "He- he's probably- probably telling all the animals about hi- his wives."

"Oh, for sure. How many does he have again? Twelve?"

Tubbo snorts, turning on his side to face Ranboo. His eyes still glisten, but the creases in his forehead have smoothed out and the compass has disappeared back into his pocket. "Think it- it was twenty last count."

Ranboo quirks a brow, mirroring Tubbo's position. "Wha- twenty? Jeez, that's a lot of wives."

Tubbo hums, tilting his head. A pensive look comes over his face, and Ranboo waits amusedly for him to puzzle out whatever's on his mind. They know that look, he’s thinking hard about something, it’s beautiful-

He takes the pause in conversation to check the time, groaning internally as he remembers they both have a cabinet meeting to attend early the next morning. Tubbo really should be getting home- it's late, and he's going to need all the sleep he can get. He should suggest that, soon. Just... not yet. It's been so long since they've been able to hang out like this, sue him if he wants it to last a little longer.

Eventually, Tubbo nods- a single, sharp motion that's swiftly followed by a wince and a soft groan.

"Head hurt?" Ranboo asks sympathetically.

"Twenty wives," Tubbo says, staring at Ranboo with something unreadable in his eyes. Ranboo hums noncommittally, waiting for Tubbo to elaborate on his newest train of thought.

"He's gonna make fun of me, y'know," Tubbo continues, and Ranboo raises his eyebrows.

"What for?" he asks, and Tubbo leans forward enough that Ranboo can smell the alcohol on his breath. They inhale sharply at the sudden closeness, entirely unsure of the direction the conversation is headed. His cheeks are so pink, he’s beautiful- Tubbo doesn't waver, face set in determination.

"Imma tell you a secret," he whispers, his voice just barely audible over the pounding of Ranboo's heart in his ears. "I don't even have one wife."

"Yeah?" they whisper back, forcing their voice to maintain its lighthearted tone. "Not sure that's much of a secret."

"Maybe not." Tubbo narrows his eyes, reaching out and placing a hand on Ranboo's chest. Immediately, warmth floods over their cheeks, and they stare with wide eyes as Tubbo tilts his head upward. "Maybe I don't want a wife."

"T-Tubbo," they stammer, wrapping a hand around his wrist. "What-"

"Kiss me," Tubbo interrupts, and Ranboo's breath seizes in his chest. Tubbo's hand twists in the front of their shirt, pressing hard into their chest. "Please, Ranboo," he begs, eyes wild and hair wilder, and Prime, he’s beautiful-

Instinctively, Ranboo tugs Tubbo's hand away, missing its presence as soon as its gone. They stare at each other, both in equal shock, before Tubbo's face crumples and he pulls back, staggering to his feet.

"Fuck," he whispers, stumbling backward several steps as he presses his palms into his eyes. His breathing quickens, and Ranboo's heart drops into his stomach as he starts to whimper quietly. "Fuck- shit-"

"Hey, wait-" Ranboo scrambles after him, gently grabbing his wrists and trying to pull them away from his face. He resists, and they chirp in distress. "Can you look at me? Please?"

Tubbo shakes his head, hiccupping sobs ripping through his chest. They give up on trying to move his hands, instead hooking their thumbs in their sleeves and wiping away the tears that are streaming down his face.

"Tubbo," they murmur, cupping his cheeks in their hands. "Look I- I'm not upset, okay?"

Tubbo melts into the contact, and his hands fall to his side though his eyes remain clenched tightly shut. He doesn't respond, but his sobs do seem to quiet somewhat, and Ranboo takes that as a sign that he's listening.

"I was just surprised," they soothe, thumbs swiping the space beneath Tubbo's eyes. "But it wasn't… wasn't bad."

Their face warms, and their throat feels tight as they force themselves to continue, months worth of buried thoughts springing to the surface all at once. "I think... I think I might like that."

Tubbo's eyes open, then, and he stares up at them with blatant hope in his eyes. "So you'll- you'll do it?" he pleads, practically falling forward onto Ranboo in his earnestness.

They hesitate, knowing all-too-well that they could never say yes. Not right now. Tubbo's too far gone right now. A step like that is… maybe not the best one to take when one party is severely inebriated and lacking in critical decision making skills.

"Later," Ranboo promises, and Tubbo's face falls. Ranboo hurries to explain, sensing the onset of another bout of sobs. "Tubbo, you're- you're drunk, right now. And I think you'd rather be sober, for that."

Tubbo grumbles discontentedly, looking down and pressing the crown of his head into Ranboo's chest. "Whyyyy," he whines, petulant and frustrated. Ranboo chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around the pouting president. Tubbo relaxes into the embrace, so much so that Ranboo suddenly finds himself supporting a decent percentage of the smaller boy's weight.

"You have to get home," Ranboo murmurs, rubbing circles into Tubbo’s back. After a moment, they add: “…and I need to know that you’re sure. That you want that, I mean.”

“I am sure,” Tubbo grumbles, clutching the back of Ranboo’s shirt. He’s getting heavier by the second, growing more and more content to let Ranboo support him rather than lift his own weight.

“You’re drunk,” Ranboo repeats, hesitating only briefly before lifting one hand to the back of Tubbo’s head and carding through his soft brown hair. “That doesn’t exactly count.”

Tubbo doesn’t respond, and momentarily Ranboo worries that he’d fallen asleep standing up, but then the hands pressing into his shirt move up to wrap around the back of his neck. “Ranboo, ‘m tired.”

“Tubbo, no kidding,” Ranboo teases, poking Tubbo’s side. “Are you gonna make me carry you all the way home?”

“M’ybe,” Tubbo slurs, and Ranboo sighs before bending down and sweeping the sleepy president up into a bridal carry. Tubbo giggles, staring at Ranboo with heavy lids and glazed eyes.

“So strong,” he says, and Ranboo huffs good-naturedly.

“Yeah, yeah,” they hum, rolling their eyes. “Funny how you only say that when I’m your only way home.”

That earns another fit of giggles from Tubbo, and Ranboo grins before tucking the president close to their chest. They start to walk, trying to keep their passenger as steady as possible considering his affinity for drunken motion-sickness. Some mistakes, you only make once.

“Boo?” Tubbo murmurs, and Ranboo’s heart flutters at the nickname.

“Yes, Bo?” he responds.

Tubbo smiles wide, his head lolling to the side. “I like when you say my name.”

Ranboo nearly stumbles over their own feet, ears growing warm. “Oh yeah, Tubbo?”

Tubbo preens with contentment, nestling into Ranboo’s chest. “Again,” he begs, eyes sliding shut.

“Tubbo,” Ranboo croons, tail coming up to wrap around the president’s ankle. “Tubbo, Tubbo, Tubbo.”

Tubbo sighs, cheeks colored bright pink. He murmurs something unintelligible, voice muffled into Ranboo’s shirt.

“Hm?” Ranboo asks, tapping Tubbo’s leg. “Too sleepy for words, are we?”

Tubbo moves his face away from Ranboo's chest, turning to look up at him. “Kiss me?” he asks again, and Ranboo nearly drops him.

“Tubbo,” they admonish gently, and Tubbo sticks out his bottom lip, giving them the most dramatic puppy-dog eyes they’ve ever seen. Ranboo has to look away, which only makes Tubbo whine louder. He starts to wriggle in their grasp, the hands around their neck doing their best to pull his head downward.

“I’ll drop you,” they warn, and Tubbo falls still with a huff. The pout doesn’t disappear, only growing in intensity. Thankfully, Tubbo’s home appears on the horizon, and Ranboo shifts him to one side so they can grab their spare key. They shoulder the door open, heading straight to Tubbo’s bedroom.

When they try to set him down in his bed, Tubbo clings onto their neck with an iron grip, stubbornness still furrowing his brow. Ranboo rolls his eyes affectionately, leaning over so that Tubbo’s back rests on the bed.

“You’re gonna have to let me go, Bo,” Ranboo says, cupping Tubbo’s cheek in one hand and bracing himself up with the other.

“I don’ wanna,” Tubbo mumbles, pressing his face into Ranboo’s hand. Ranboo can tell that he’s fighting sleep, eyes sliding shut periodically only for him to wrench them back open. “You’re gonna leave.”

“You need to sleep this off.” Gently, Ranboo reaches up and pries Tubbo’s fingers open, loosening his grip. They slip their neck out of Tubbo’s grasp, and the president’s arms fall onto the bed as if made of lead. The resulting grumble is entirely incoherent, Tubbo’s discontented words slurred by exhaustion and drink combined.

With a sigh, Ranboo stands, glancing back and forth from the door to Tubbo. The president is going to fall asleep any moment now. Ranboo could try and convince him to change into something more comfortable, but they're not sure Tubbo would let them out of the room long enough for that to happen. He’s out of his jacket, at least, and that’s something.

Oh, crap. His jacket.

Ranboo sucks in a breath as the mental image of Tubbo’s suit jacket, abandoned at the docks next to his shoes, pops into their head. They’ve spoken to Tubbo enough to know that he only owns the one, and he can’t exactly show up to a cabinet meeting half-dressed.

Well, he could. Ranboo’s sure nobody would blame Tubbo for not being dressed to the nines every day of the week. But Tubbo would feel awful, and that’s one self-deprecating spiral Ranboo would like to avoid if possible.

Tubbo, oblivious to Ranboo’s newfound distress, rolls over onto his stomach, arms spread out to either side of him. He mumbles something into his pillow, and Ranboo stirs from his train of thought.

“What was that?” Ranboo asks, mind still racing as he tries to find a solution to the predicament he’d discovered.

“‘m hot,” Tubbo whines, and Ranboo absent-mindedly places a hand on the back of his neck, knowing that their natural body temperature would feel cool against Tubbo’s skin. Tubbo hums in contentment, and Ranboo freezes as they realize what exactly they’d just done.

It’d felt so natural, like it was something they’d done a million times before. Ranboo knows it’s not, knows that tonight is the most physically affectionate the two of them had been… ever. But Tubbo’s certainly not complaining, and it’s not like they mind the casual touch either.

And that’s the problem, isn’t it? Prime, how many times had they stopped themself from doing something similar in the past? From reaching out and grabbing Tubbo’s hand as they walk, from trailing their fingers across his shoulders as they pass each other in a hallway, from carding through his hair as they’ve carried him home many, many nights before?

Ranboo had stopped themself, because the president had never shown any sign of reciprocation. They’d grown used to the tender ache that rested just beneath their skin, the flames that roared throughout their chest when they heard him laugh. They had been determined to learn to live with that gentle pain, knowing that to lose him would be so much worse. And they’d fumbled at the beginning, but they’d gotten so good at ignoring the traitorous thoughts, at being a good minutes man and a better friend and that’s all.

But tonight…

Tubbo’s breathing slows as his limbs relax, his lips settling into a satisfied smile.

Kiss me. Please, Ranboo.

He’s drunk. He’s drunk and he might not have meant it but he might have, he might want this too, Prime you hope-

Nope. No. Not thinking that. Not yet.

Ranboo waits, still as a statue, until Tubbo’s breathing finds a steady rhythm before carefully pulling his hand back, holding it close to his chest. He waits a couple more moments to ensure the president doesn’t wake, then edges toward the door, slipping silently out into the hallway. They speed-walk toward the front door, stepping across the threshold and easing the door closed behind them.

Only once they hear the latch click into place do they release their held breath, leaning their head against the wood and running their fingers over the palm that still burns with residual warmth. They can’t seem to stop tracing circles over the area, even after the night’s chill has stolen any heat that might’ve remained.

The jacket, they remind themself eventually, shoving all of the thoughts that are buzzing around the front of their mind into the metaphorical chest they’d been locked in for months prior. They don’t seem to fit quite right anymore, but he refuses to acknowledge the few that escape through the cracks in the lid.

Keeping their eyes firmly trained on the ground below them, they make their way back to the dock, doing their best not to think of anything but the jacket and the shoes.

Their best has never been that great, especially not when it comes to controlling their own mind.

Eventually, they reach their destination, and they grab Tubbo’s jacket in one hand and his shoes in the other. Spotting their own coat lying on the rocks nearby, they sling Tubbo’s over their shoulder and pick it up as well. They take a moment before making their return trip, still undecided on what they’re going to do once they arrive.

Because the thing is, Tubbo will not make the cabinet meeting without help in the morning. Ranboo knows this. And while he could call Quackity for help, or Fundy, even, Tubbo might not want the rest of the cabinet to know that their president had spent the past night drunk out of his mind.

In the past, Ranboo would just walk over in the morning and wake Tubbo up with a bottle of water and a regen potion. But this is the most inebriated they’ve seen Tubbo in a while, and something in their mind rebels at the thought of leaving him alone when he’s so entirely incapacitated. “What-ifs” buzz around their head at breakneck speed, each new scenario making them mentally recoil even more than the last.

Reluctantly, they come to the realization that they’re not going to be able to leave Tubbo’s house tonight. Part of them worries about the invasion of privacy, really doesn’t want to make Tubbo angry when he realizes that they’d stayed over without his explicit consent, but the larger portion knows that Tubbo would rather get his teeth kicked out of his head than appear incompetent by missing a cabinet meeting. Surely, he’ll understand once they explain themselves.

Growing more confident in their decision by the second, Ranboo begins their trek back to Tubbo’s home, both jackets slung over their shoulder. They’ll keep watch at night, just to make sure that Tubbo’s alright, and in the morning they’ll give him one of the potions they keep on them at all times and make sure he’s hydrated and fed.

They’ll go to the cabinet meeting, and then…

They don’t exactly know what happens next. The lid of the metaphysical chest rattles, hopeful thoughts aching to be set loose, but they resolutely shove them down.

Chances are, Tubbo won’t even remember what happened tonight. But Ranboo… Ranboo’s going to remind him. They already know they couldn’t live with themself if they didn’t at least try, after tonight. And if it was nothing but drunken ramblings, then they’ll both laugh it off, and Ranboo will pretend it doesn’t hurt, and they’ll go back to being friends.

And if it was real…

Kiss me. Please, Ranboo.

The half-moon shines overhead, illuminating the cloud of steam that rises from Ranboo’s mouth as he whispers an inaudible Okay. ———— Tubbo feels like absolute shit.

His eyes are slammed closed almost as soon as they’re opened, the dim light of his room sending a pickaxe crashing through the center of his forehead. He groans instinctively, and then immediately clenches his lips shut as his stomach roils, his entire body protesting consciousness with a vengeance.

“Yeah, I bet,” a voice murmurs from across the room, and Tubbo bolts upright only to immediately clasp one hand over his mouth and the other over his eyes. He waits for his head to stop spinning somewhat before tentatively peeking through his fingers, squinting blearily at the blurry blob of black and white sitting in his bedroom.

Slowly, the world comes into definition, and Tubbo can make out the vague shape of Ranboo sitting in a small wooden chair, legs crossed and a book set down on their lap. Tentatively, he lowers his hand from his mouth, his brow furrowing as his brain tries to catch up to the situation.

Ranboo stands, walking over to Tubbo’s nightstand. He hears the sound of pouring liquid, and then a smooth glass is being held out to him, filled with room-temperature water. Tubbo accepts it, taking a small sip as his mind continues to process.

“Wha-” he starts to ask, but he’s cut off as Ranboo shoves another container toward him.

“Potion first,” Ranboo insists, wiggling the bright pink bottle toward Tubbo. Tubbo winces, wanting to protest the waste of resources, but Ranboo’s face leaves no room for debate.

With a grimace, Tubbo accepts and uncorks the potion, suppressing a gag at the sickly sweet taste of regeneration. He drinks about a quarter of the bottle before his stomach starts to object, and he pauses to give it a moment to kick in. Ranboo seems satisfied, moving back to the chair and marking their page before closing their book, snapping it shut with a clap that makes Tubbo flinch as his head pounds with renewed vigor.

“Oww,” he groans, glaring daggers at his minutes man. “Dick.”

“Yup!” Ranboo chirps, far too chipper and smug for so early in the morning. “Come on, Mr. President. Cabinet meeting in thirty.”

“Fuck,” Tubbo curses, rubbing his eyes groggily. He chances another sip of regen, his nausea already quelled by the first few sips. It’s a good brew, he notes in mild surprise, quick-acting and effective. He’s already starting to feel like he might be able to function enough to get through the day, and the fog is clearing slowly from his head.

Thank Prime Ranboo was here, or Tubbo would not have made it to that cabinet meeting.

…

Wait.

“Why are you here?” Tubbo asks, thoroughly confused. He hadn’t had anyone over the night before, had he?

No, wait, he’d gone out to the docks, hadn’t he? Then how…

Ranboo’s face is sympathetic as he watches Tubbo puzzle through the sequence of events, something flashing in his eyes that Tubbo is much too preoccupied to sort through, but would probably interest him otherwise. Right now, though, Tubbo is trying to discern how he got from piss-drunk out on the docks to waking up hungover in his own bed, with a stupid-kind and overly-helpful enderman sitting-

Oh.

Shit.

Tubbo’s eyes widen as his gaze moves to Ranboo, who waves sheepishly at him. Vague memories drift through Tubbo’s mind, and he whips out his communicator, already dreading what he’ll find.

He holds his breath while scanning the messages they’d exchanged last night, breathing a sigh of relief when he finds nothing particularly incriminating left in print. Okay. Okay, this is fine, Ranboo just helped him get home. That’s it, that’s fine, and then they stayed the night because they’re a good person and a good friend.

Ignoring the last lingering effects of nausea, Tubbo downs the rest of the potion, setting the empty bottle down on the nightstand and placing the full glass next to it. He swings his legs over the side of the bed and goes to stand, despite every muscle in his body aching in protest. Ranboo moves forward to steady him, placing their hands on Tubbo’s shoulders. Tubbo looks up in surprise, jerking away.

“Oh-” Ranboo blanches, tucking his hands behind his back. “I- sorry, I just-”

“No no,” Tubbo blurts, “S’fine, just- didn’t expect, y’know-”

“Yeah, no, right.” Ranboo nods, eyes darting around the room nervously. They stand there in silence for an awkward amount of time, Tubbo eventually clearing his throat and motioning toward his suit jacket hanging on the other side of the room.

“Uh- meeting, and all, we should probably-”

“Yes! Yeah. Meeting. For sure.”

Tubbo moves past Ranboo, taking extra care not to brush against his shoulder. He picks up his jacket and slings it over his shoulder, realizing for the first time that he’d slept in his slacks and button-up. He smooths the wrinkles in his pants as best he can while sliding on his shoes, toes pinching uncomfortably in the too-small loafers.

There’s a small shuffle as Ranboo moves past him out of the room, and Tubbo watches as they retreat down the small hallway, tail flicking nervously behind them. Prime-fucking-damnit, that’s endearing.

Tubbo exhales through his teeth, rolling out his neck. Subconsciously, a hand drifts up to rest on his shoulder, where he can still feel the faint imprint of Ranboo’s hand. As soon as his fingers touch the fabric of his shirt, his brain catches up with his body, and he jerks his hand away.

He has got to get a hold of himself. If Tubbo’s not careful, he’s going to slip, and he’s got enough on his plate without potentially ruining the first new friendship he’s made in ages.

It’d taken him a while to get it, at first. It was all-too-easy to blame his racing heart on the stress of his position, simple to attribute the light-headedness to exhaustion. But then, Ranboo had brought him dinner a couple nights ago, standing in his office and refusing to leave until he’d cleaned his plate. It was nothing, really, just the brush of fingers as a dish was passed from hand to hand, or maybe the candlelight flickering across dual-toned features, or the way he laughed at all of Tubbo’s stupid jokes.

Tubbo had closed the door with a wave and a smile, heart dropping into his stomach as he watched the minutes man leave and realized that he wanted nothing more than for him to stay.

Ranboo is his friend, Tubbo reminds himself, and that is good and miraculous and absolutely, totally, completely fine.

He just needs the part of his mind that disagrees to Shut. The Fuck. Up.

“Tubbo?” Ranboo calls from the front of the house, and Tubbo is snapped out of his reverie.

“Coming, bossman,” he responds, giving himself one last stern reprimand before heading down the hall, presidential smile already pasted on his face. He’s about to walk straight out the door, expecting Ranboo to be waiting outside, but he’s stopped by the sound of movement on his right. Looking over at his paltry excuse for a kitchenette, Tubbo balks as he spots Ranboo rifling through his cabinets, hustling and bustling around the different appliances as he prepares some sort of dish.

Tubbo doesn’t even realize he’s staring until Ranboo turns around, their ears turning dark purple as they extend a plate toward him.

“Um- Apparently breakfast helps. With, y’know- hangovers?” Ranboo’s tail whips wildly behind them as Tubbo wordlessly accepts the plate, too stunned to tell Ranboo the potion had done the trick already. Not that he would’ve, anyway.

“You cook?” Tubbo blurts out eventually, regretting his decision only briefly before Ranboo’s tail stills and the nervousness of their posture fades.

“I’ve brought you like, fifteen meals by now,” Ranboo says, raising an eyebrow bemusedly. “Do you think they just appear out of thin air?”

This time, it’s Tubbo’s turn to blush, cheeks reddening in indignation. “I didn’t know!” he protests, shifting his gaze to the food. All those dinners take on new significance as he thinks about how long Ranboo must have spent preparing each one. He stares at the eggs and toast on his plate with a sort of awe, grabbing the fork that is offered to him and shoveling a bite into his mouth.

As always, it’s absolutely heavenly, and he hears Ranboo chuckle as he closes his eyes in contentment.

“That good?” Ranboo asks, and Tubbo laments that both of his hands are too busy to flip them off. He tells Ranboo as much, mouth still full of scrambled eggs. The way Ranboo’s nose wrinkles as he laughs makes Tubbo have to take another heaping bite of eggs to keep himself from making a comment he’d regret.

“Can you eat and walk?” Ranboo asks, checking the time on his communicator. “I know you like to be early.”

Tubbo nods, still not quite trusting himself to speak. He follows as Ranboo heads for the door, hoping desperately that the warmth that spreads across his cheeks as Ranboo holds it open for him isn’t as obvious as it feels.

My hands are full, he reminds himself, walking just fast enough that he can stay in front of Ranboo. They held the door because my hands are full and they’ve got fucking manners.

The walk to the White House is full of one-sided conversation, Tubbo using his full mouth as an excuse to answer in only nods or head shakes. If Ranboo notices the strangeness of his sudden appreciation for table manners, they don’t remark on it, content to fill the silence with their own thoughts.

“I’m like- fully convinced that Enderchest is like, super intelligent. Because there was this one time, right, where he just- I was trying to get him home, and he kept running the other way because there were like, a ton of mobs, and he didn’t want- he didn’t want to run through them.”

Tubbo responds with a wordless hum, trying very hard to simultaneously focus on Ranboo’s words and silence the thoughts that make themselves known every time he speaks. It’s a careful balancing act of paying just enough attention to respond with the appropriate movement without getting tripped up in the fact that just hearing Ranboo’s voice makes Tubbo’s heart flutter. It’s a difficult task, and thankfully Tubbo is soon saved from his predicament by the appearance of the White House up ahead of them.

Slipping the plate back into his inventory, Tubbo makes sure that he’s the one to grab the door this time. Ranboo shoots him a grateful smile as they pass through, and fuck, there’s really no winning, is there, because that’s fucking adorable too.

He needs to get through this cabinet meeting. After that, he and Ranboo can go their separate ways for the rest of the day and Tubbo can figure out a new way to shut up his brain because clearly, willpower alone is not enough.

With a groan, Tubbo walks into the White House, letting the door slam shut behind him.

It’s gonna be a long fucking day. —— Two hours later, Tubbo sits slumped over their conference room table, rubbing his eyes wearily. The rest of the cabinet has already trickled out, Quackity storming off in a huff for the fifth time in as many days. At least the discussion had been slightly more civil today, by which Tubbo means they had waited a whole ten minutes before devolving into shouting.

Tubbo presses his palms into his eyes, willing away the headache that nearly every cabinet meeting brings. He hears footsteps re-enter the room, but he doesn’t look up.

“Meeting’s over,” he grumbles. “I’m not arguing anymore.”

“Uh, that’s- that’s good, ‘cause I don’t really like arguing all that much.”

Tubbo’s head jerks up, and he groans internally as he locks eyes with his minutes man before swiftly shifting his gaze to their chin. “Shit, sorry,” he rushes. “Thought you were Quackity.”

Ranboo simply hums in response, standing near the doorway and shifting nervously. Their eyes are darting around the room, never settling in one place, and Tubbo can see them worrying their lip as they puzzle through some sort of internal dilemma.

He can’t help the amused smile that spreads over his face as he watches. “Need something, bossman?” Tubbo asks, propping up his chin with his hand.

“I- Are you busy?” Ranboo asks, tail lashing wildly behind them. “Like, right now?”

Tubbo shrugs, thinking of the very large stack of paperwork sitting abandoned on his desk. “Not really,” he lies, because Ranboo seems like they’ve got something up their sleeve and Tubbo is… curious. That’s it. Curious.

(Enamored, smitten, infatuated. Some might say those are much better words to describe Tubbo in this moment, but Tubbo would tell them to fuck off and mind their own business.)

“Oh. That’s good, that’s- that’s good!” Ranboo sucks in a breath, rocking backward on their heels. Tubbo has to stifle a laugh at the expression on their face, which is an impressive mix of sheepish hope and absolute terror.

“That’s good, is it?” Tubbo teases, leaning forward. “Any reason?”

There is a reason, of course, Ranboo wouldn’t be this nervous for no reason, but it’s endlessly fun to watch Ranboo try and decide what they’re going to say. Eventually, though, Tubbo has mercy on his poor, anxious minutes man.

“How about we start walking, and you can tell me where we’re going on the way?” he proposes, and the tension in Ranboo’s shoulders drops.

“Yeah,” they sigh, nodding. “Yeah, that works.”

Tubbo chuckles as he scoots his chair backward, standing. “Lead the way, minutes man.”

Ranboo nods one more time before spinning on his heel and scurrying out of the room. Tubbo has to practically run to catch up, considering the speed at which Ranboo’s moving and the considerable difference in leg length.

He does catch up, though. Because Ranboo stays behind to hold the door for him. The absolute prick.

“You’re a prick,” Tubbo says as he walks though, which startles a laugh from Ranboo.

“Now- now what was that for?” they ask amusedly, shutting the door behind them as they both begin to walk across the spruce platform. Tubbo shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets so he doesn’t do something stupid because it’s kind of cold outside and his fingers are chilly.

“Just reminding you,” Tubbo says, grinning. Ranboo shakes his head, rolling their eyes.

“Gee, thanks,” they say sarcastically.

“You’re welcome!”

The conversation lulls for a moment, which leaves far too much room for Tubbo’s mind to run wild. Which isn’t good. He needs to find a conversation topic that’s safe, that they can banter and giggle and be normal about.

But Ranboo is close enough that Tubbo can feel their sleeves brush against each other with every other step, and that’s really not doing good things for Tubbo’s brain. Or his filter.

“Thank you for last night,” he blurts, face going beet red as soon as he registers the words that have just spilled out of his mouth. He looks to his right, away from Ranboo, pretending to admire the same scenery he’d seen a million times before.

There’s a moment of silence before Ranboo responds. “Of- Of course. It was nothing, really.”

“It wasn’t nothing,” Tubbo mumbles, shame rising suddenly from somewhere deep within him and burning his ears. “I know how I get. I shouldn’t have messaged you.”

“You can always message me,” Ranboo says, coming to a stop. Tubbo slows as well, but he still doesn’t turn to face them. “I mean- I’d rather you message me than be alone, you know?”

After a moment, they add: “And I don’t mind. Really. I’ll carry you home whenever you need me, Bo.”

Tubbo does not feel chills run down his spine, and “Bo” does not echo in his head over and over again.

He does, however, cringe as he takes in Ranboo’s words. “You carried me home?”

He looks over at Ranboo, who’s got a hand on the back of their neck. “Um… yeah, you- you couldn’t really walk, so…”

Tubbo winces, the gap in his memory making more and more sense every moment. “That bad?”

“I, um…” Ranboo folds their arms around themselves, and Tubbo does not miss how close their arms had been. “I take it you- you don’t remember, then.”

Tubbo’s heart plummets into his stomach, and his mouth suddenly feels very dry. “Remember what?” he asks, dreading the answer.

“Ah- um.” Ranboo’s nervousness seems to return tenfold, and it’s not until they step off the wooden path and onto the grass that Tubbo realizes that they’ve walked past the borders of New L’manburg and into the Greater SMP. Ranboo walks as they talk, leading them both off of the Prime Path and into a small wooded area.

“You… you said some things that made me think- which it’s fine if you don’t! That’s fine, and I can stop but- but you said something, and I thought that maybe you felt the same? But like- again, if I’m wrong then just- just forget all about this and move on, yeah?”

“Ranboo, what are you-“

Tubbo’s words die on his tongue as they step into a small clearing, the trees around them forming a near perfect circle around the meadow. There’s a picnic blanket set out in the grass, an honest-to-goodness wicker basket atop it. There are pink tulips in a crystal vase, a candle that flickers with the wind, and a blush the color of alliums on Ranboo’s face.

“What is this?” Tubbo whispers, moving forward toward the blanket. He runs his fingers over the handle of the basket, looking back to see Ranboo staring at him with something so painfully hopeful in their eyes.

“It’s… it’s a date,” they mumble, clenching their hands close to their chest. “If you- if you want it to be.”

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

“Prime, yes,” Tubbo blurts, butterflies springing to life full-force in his stomach. “Gods, I- yes. So fucking much, yes.”

Tears spring to life in Ranboo’s eyes, and for a moment Tubbo feels something close to terror and then Ranboo’s laughing in relief, scrambling forward and grabbing Tubbo’s hands. “Oh, thank Prime,” they breathe, closing their eyes and holding Tubbo’s fingers up to their cheek. “You have- you have no idea how relieving that is.”

Tubbo laughs right along with them, feeling absolutely giddy. “Gods,” he sighs, pressing his head into Ranboo’s chest. “What did I even say?”

Ranboo stiffens, then, and Tubbo looks up at him in confusion. “Ranboo?” he asks, and Ranboo drops his hand.

“What did I say?” Tubbo asks again, this time much more worried for the response.

“Well-“ Ranboo begins, then cuts themselves off. They open their eyes and sigh, and the anxiety on their face morphs into something sure and determined.

“Tell me if this is okay,” they murmur, and then Ranboo’s hands are on Tubbo’s waist and they’re leaning forward and before he even registers what’s happening Tubbo’s hands are in their hair and he’s meeting them halfway.

Their lips crash together, and it’s messy and clumsy and desperate and elated, and when they break apart the air is filled with giddy laughter. Tubbo’s knees feel weak, and Ranboo must be the same way because they practically collapse onto the picnic blanket, tugging Tubbo down with them.

The world seems like it’s spinning around them, and Tubbo feels simultaneously like he can’t get enough air in his lungs and like he’ll never need to breathe again. He rolls over to look at Ranboo only to find that they’re already looking back at him, and all it takes is one glance for them both to dissolve into giggles once more.

“Holy fuck,” Tubbo breathes, and Ranboo nods in agreement next to him.

Tubbo scoots closer, and he feels Ranboo’s arms wrap around him and pull him tight to their chest. Tubbo relaxes into their torso, listening to the rhythmic sound of their two hearts pounding in unison.

He thinks he might be dreaming, honestly, and he tells Ranboo as much.

“Well, if this is a dream then we’re both having the same one, and that’d be- that’d be pretty weird.”

Tubbo hums, snuggling into the chill of Ranboo’s body. “I can’t believe you kissed me on the first date. Desperate, much?” he teases, and Ranboo squawks in protest.

“You asked me to!” they defend, whacking the back of Tubbo’s head with their tail. “That’s what- that’s what you said. You asked me to.”

“Did I really?” Tubbo muses, and he thinks the fact might have mortified him, before, but he can’t quite find himself to feel ashamed when it led to this. “What can I say, I’m just that bold.”

“Oh, so when you do it, it’s bold, but when I do it, it’s desperate?”

“Exactly. You get it!”

“No I- I just do not, actually, at all.” Ranboo sighs, nestling their chin into the crown of Tubbo’s head. “And so what if I was desperate,” they murmur. “I’ve waited like- like months.”

“Months?” Tubbo pulls away slightly so he can look at Ranboo in shock. “Really?”

Ranboo blinks, amused smile spreading across their face. “I mean- yeah?”

Tubbo whistles lowly, shaking his head. “How the fuck did you do that? It’s been less than a week and I could hardly stand to be in the same room as you.”

“Some of us have self control, y’know,” Ranboo teases, poking Tubbo’s side.

“Oh, fuck off,” Tubbo groans, rolling out of Ranboo’s arms and onto his back. “It’s not my fault you’re so…”

Tubbo bites his tongue. Endearing, is what he was going to say, but one look at Ranboo’s face and Tubbo knows he wouldn't be living that one down any time soon. Ranboo waits with a quirked brow for Tubbo to complete his sentence, responding quip already prepared on his tongue.

“…annoying. Fucking annoying, can’t get rid of you,” Tubbo finishes, which earns him a startled laugh and smack on the shoulder in response.

“That is not what you were gonna say,” Ranboo complains.

“Maybe, maybe not.” Tubbo shrugs. “How would you know?”

“I know you,” Ranboo says, and Tubbo thinks it was supposed to be a joke but it comes out painfully genuine and fuck, it makes Tubbo want to kiss them all over again.

And something tries to stop him, something reaches out and tries to tell that thought to be quiet and stay hidden. But Ranboo is lying so close to him, and there’s a vase with his favorite flowers nearby, and Tubbo is sick of listening to that something.

“You do,” he murmurs, sitting up and placing a hand on Ranboo’s cheek.

“Kiss me?” Tubbo asks, a perfect echo of the night before, although only one of them knows it.

”Okay.”

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— Whump Stuff

Dream SMP/Origins/QSMP/MCYT/etc.

Series: Unseelie

--Your Name is Precious (And so are You)

Summary:

Ranboo had heard of the Fair Folk. He left his fallen food for them to take whenever he dropped something, he was careful to avoid potential fairy mounds and mushroom rings when he walked in the woods and he knew you should never ever give a faerie your name.

And now one was standing right in front of him, grinning a fanged (tusked?) smile, with it's hand held out, asking for just that.

--or--

In which Ranboo is a neglected child who stumbles across fae!Techno, inspired by the tumblr post (and anon ask) by anarchy-and-piglins. Family will be found, names will be revealed, and maybe (definitely) some angst in between.

Satus: Completed Words: 24,555

--Stay for a Drink

Summary:

The Quackbur/tnt duo coffee shop au with a twist

--or--

Quackity meets a very handsome barista at his favorite coffee shop who speaks a little weird, but he's nicer than Quackity's boyfriend, who pisses Quackity off enough all the time, that he unknowingly avoids all of Faerie!Wilbur's attempts to steal his name.

Status: Completed Words: 38,270

--The Monarch Project

Summary:

Ranboo is half faerie. Somehow stranger, he’s been adopted by a wonderful, loving family after being neglected his whole life. They think they’re starting to get used to it, (and the fact that they live in the faerie world now), but they’ve never had people who care about them before, much less a brother who was willing to die to save him. Of course, things can’t be that easy. The Sootcraft family has a history; now shadows of the past have started cropping up and they don't intend to leave Ranboo out of it.

Status: Abandoned Words: 34,537

—Tales from the Land of the Faeyeryes

A collection of oneshots of Ranboo, Technoblade, Wilbur and Quackity and maybe even Dream and others in the Unseelie universe

Status: (abandoned) Words: 10,065

--(Also related--the official lore book for the au also on Ao3)

Series: Saltwater in Our Veins and Sand in Our Bones

Description: a pirate au! With magic, swashbuckling and characters of every imaginable disposition, but this time featuring Ranboo and Tubbo! However, there is more than meets the eye with the suspicious young captain.

--What Lurks in the Depths

Summary:

Four months ago, Ranboo woke up on a deserted island with torn, bloody clothes, a bejeweled sword in his hand and absolutely no memory of how he got there. Completely unintentionally, he finds himself as the captain of a pirate ship with the king of the biggest continent on the Essempi Seas in his brig and the Royal Navy hot on his tail to get them back. Meanwhile, the king has proposed a deal. Now, Ranboo, along with captains Tubbo and Technoblade and their combined crews hunt for the totem god before the Navy can get them first. If they succeed, vast riches await. If not...well, let's hope it doesn't come to that.

Status: In Progress Words: 14,379

--Eyes on the Shoreline

Summary: Pirate Technoblade never dies (but that's not to say he hasn't come close) ---- A Technoblade prequel to What Lurks in the Depths about the Blood God's past, including some surprise old shipmates

Status: Complete Words: 5,608

--Tesoro Dorado

Summary:

Set before What Lurks in the Depths, Foolish was just a totem trying to live his life. He didn't mess with humans, the merman had already learned his lesson about that. As far as he was concerned, they could all rot at the bottom of the sea. That was, until he met Vegetta.

Status: In Progress Words: 18,250 Pirate AU! Part of the Saltwater in our Veins, Sand in our Bones series, but can be read as a standalone

--As the Fates Decreed --oneshot

Summary:

Sol 17 was the day I died... ------ The three fates of Emperor XD's pantheon have officially declared Tommy a dead man. On the one hand, he'll finally be with his brother again. On the the other… Tommy isn't ready to die yet. The vigilante has given up on any chance of being saved, but Tubbo has always been willing to take a long shot chance if it's to save his best friend and the Antarctic Empire might have exactly what they need.

Status: Completed Words: 13,915 Space au!

--APEX --two shot

Summary:

Has it been days? The blackness darkening the windows up above does a really good job, so there seems to be no discernible change in lighting at all. Ranboo isn’t allowed to have his wrist watch (or his shoes or hair tie or sunglasses). Their captors have no discernible schedule, the boss comes and goes sporadically, here for the longest amounts of time whenever he's actually performing a "surgery". Maybe these hours are just dragging on and it hasn't been the week Ranboo feels like it has. Maybe he still has a chance that someone will find him.

What was the statistic? After the first 24 hours-

Nope.

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In a time when the black market is flourishing, Ranboo, an enderian college student finally falls victim to the Hunters of non-human species. Tommy and Tubbo won't let their friend go, they're determined to get him back, but will they make it in time to save him?

Based off of the minecraft surgery mod, but make it real life (ish)

Status: Abandoned Words: 15,705

--Say "I Do" --oneshot

Summary:

A Fooligetta wedding oneshot where absolutely nothing goes wrong

Status: Completed Words: 4,697

--Fair Game --oneshot

Summary:

Villains try to take revenge on Superhero!Foolish by attacking his family

Status: Completed Words: 6,984

--Skeletons in the Closet (And Gay People, Of Course) --oneshot

Summary:

Foolish knew that falling for a one night stand was dangerous, but if Vegetta liked him back, then really, what's the harm?

Status: Completed Words: 6,776

--Don't Worry, It's Just Marinara Sauce (ordem paranormal:quarantina)--oneshot

Summary:

The one where we realize Dr Benito is a quack doctor and he wishes he had gone to medical school

Status: Completed Words: 2,128

To Hell and Back --Oneshot

Summary:

The Deathduo Corpse Bride AU!

Status: Completed Words: 17,933

Something About Pretty Pale Skin, Dark Hair and Lips Turning Blue at the Edges --oneshot

Status: draft

The Eyes of Ghosts --oneshot

Summary: The Count of Monte Cristo Deathduo AU!

Status: draft

--Starry Skies, Starry Eyed

Summary:

BadBoy Halo is an awful prince and a worse potential fiance. The mysterious warrior he meets on midnight excursions doesn't seem to mind.

Status: Draft

--Go Tell the Bees

Summary:

The adventures of spiderman-esque superhero!Tubbo, because there aren't enough Tubbo centric superhero AUs and I took that personally. ------ Being L'manberg's only official (and capable) superhero is hard, but even with three of the most powerful supervillains targeting his city, he's managed. Then, in the span of only three days his world turns upside down when new players enter the field, both in his civilian life and alter-ego. Now, he may have to choose between protecting his friends, his family and his city, and he can't do everything alone anymore.

Status: In Progress Words: 32,859

--Diamonds, Emeralds and Other Useless Crap

Summary:

Quackity and Wilbur have been at each other's throats as long as they can remember, both in civilian life and the criminal underworld. With one being a seemingly infallible master thief and the other as the biggest, apparently heartless, mafia boss history has seen, one new client decides it's a fantastic idea to make them work together on the biggest operation of either of their lives. Neither consider that they could be getting in over their heads, but this job has far more in store for them than they anticipated.

Status: Abandoned Words: 31,018 Pairing: TNT duo

--My Father Wasn't Around

Summary:

Fundy was a mistake. His father was never meant to be a father, he didn't know how to be and he didn't try. Sometimes Fundy thinks it's a miracle that he’s still around to see that Wilbur's adopted a new child. As if Fundy wasn't enough. As if he never mattered. Doesn't he deserve love too? --------- Fundy comes home and meets Tallulah. Understandably, he's a little upset. But...maybe having a little sister wouldn't be so bad.

Status: In Progress Words: 24,093

—It’s Not Love, I Swear (It Might be Closer to Despair)

Summary:

After Charlie found out about Mariana’s cheating, his husband swears he regrets it and would do anything to fix his mistakes. The only reason Charlie is giving him another chance is for their daughter, but Mariana doesn’t disappoint. It’s like falling in love all over again

Status: In Progress Words: 8,289

--Maybe This Dream Isn't so Bad -- sleeping beauty!Techno au oneshot that got turned into three parts

Summary:

Inspired by the comic by behrjbehr on tiktok and instagram, orphans Wilbur and his terminally ill brother Tommy stumble upon a mysterious deserted castle, clearly centuries old, yet seemingly frozen in time. Inside they find a prince, cursed to sleep for a thousand years, an immortal dragon and much more.

Status: Abandoned Words: 11,240

--Unforgivable

Summary: A Maleficent au featuring Chayanne and Tallulah! Formerly Emeraldduo, but recently required some changes :/

Status: In Progress Words: 3,650

--Kindergarten is Ruthless --Blood God centric based on this prompt: post

Summary:

The chronicles of the blood god and his devoted followers...a class of kindergartners. -------- In which a long forgotten god is awoken by children, Philza is a tired kindergarten teacher and Dream is very suspicious of the new teacher's assistant and nothing bad ever happens

Status: In Progress Words: 3,244

--Ghosts in my Closet

Summary:

When Tubbo moved into a new house a year ago, strange things started happening. He brushes it off. He doesn't believe in ghosts. Even his best friend, the son of an actual medium, doesn't believe in ghosts. But...maybe there actually is something inside his house. Whatever it is, it's not playing games anymore. It's malevolent and Tubbo isn't the only one it's affecting. With Phil and Tommy's help, he plans to get rid of the spirit and be done with it, however not everything is so black and white.

Status: In Progress Words: 15,578

--Secret Identity

Summary:

There were whispers that The Wolf of Quesadilla Island wasn't human; that he was an actual beast, disguised as a man, or that he was an ancient deity come to wreak havoc on a sinful world. Small groups across the country advocated for him--even idolized him, while most others lived in fear of the villain prowling their streets. Whatever he was, he didn't so much as flinch as flames licked his heels, dragging the senator by his collar. A black suited security guard lay motionless at the entrance, and it suddenly occurred to Foolish that he should call the fire department, or the police. Instead, he stood, frozen, gaping in horror as the supervillain lifted a full grown man with one arm and threw him to the sidewalk, not four yards from where Foolish stood. -------- In which Foolish doesn't realize that the local supervillain is his boyfriend and Vegetta keeps failing successfully to flirt with him

Status: In Progress Words: 22,449

—Scream

Summary:

The Minecraft Youtube Scream AU! Featuring Dream SMP, Origins SMP and QSMP!

Status: Abandoned Words: 4,909

—Dream Smp Top Gun AU

not a written fanfic but I really liked this au and there’s a short story with it

--The Universe Conspired to Help Me Find You

Tnt Duo Cupid AU! (link to og post)

Summary:

Quackity is a Cupid tasked with ending toxic relationships. Wilbur is a…frequent flier. At this point he’s really starting to become a problem, and once more Quackity descends to the mortal realm to work. However, this time, Wilbur acknowledges him.

Status: Abandoned Words: 5,924

Overwatch

—A Lifeweaver battle whump oneshot

Status: completed Words: 2,308

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