#tales from the smp x reader
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building a burning house (soulmate au) - sapnap x reader
pairings: dsmp!sapnap x reader (not cc!sapnap, this is a fictional character)
words: 2866
warnings: enemies to lovers, blood, war, angst, scars, wounds, pain. this is set whilst l'manberg is still standing, some details have been changed to include y/n. enjoy!!
summary: in a world where soulmates share scars, y/n discovers that her soulmate is her sworn enemy the night before they go to war.
Fireflies hummed, hovering just feet above the surface of the water, dancing perfectly on the ripples below. Moonlight slipped through the oak leaves that towered above, a gentle white glow shining back from the reflection. Festivities burst, albeit muffled, from the humble building beyond the trees, laughter and cheers of your peers filling the air as you sat on the river’s edge. There was a war coming, when the moon settles down to rest and the sun takes her place. People were going to die, to lose another life at the hands of your enemies. A traitor had already been weeded out, and talks of another loom between the soldiers, hushed voices pointing their fingers at turned backs.
Summer’s air circled around you, embracing your weathered skin like a warm goodbye. Hopelessness filled you, even though you knew full-well you should be holding your head high and willing to lock arms with your fellow patriots. It didn’t feel like a war. It felt like walking, hand-in-hand to a certain death. Maybe that’s why you were out here, to bid a farewell to the city you called home, well tidings to the life you knew.
Glancing down to your hands, you brushed them through the bitter water, scanning the scars that covered your skin. It was an old tale, some legend of a mage who lost their soulmate in a horrid war, that you share the scars of your soulmate. Whilst you didn’t used to believe it, even when odd scars begun showing up on your body now and again, you would pin it to sleepwalking, or accidental wounds from your clumsy nature. It wasn’t until one day in your teen years, when a burning itch spread across the left of your torso. Revelling in pain and discomfort, you pulled up your shirt, revealing a large, tender scar of a fresh burn seared into your flesh.
Ever since, your body had been tainted with cuts, burns and horrible wounds you couldn’t even theorise the nature of. Not like your soulmate wouldn’t have had a fair share of your own, from sword fighting with Toby, to the various fights and battles you’d won and lost as an army. It’s what you’d expect from the life you live.
Eyes to the night sky, you watched the L’Manberg flag sway in the wind, your thoughts cast back to those you fought for. You wished desperately for something, an array of hope or a glimpse of something, anything to get the upper hand. Whilst you knew your enemy, you had someone on the inside to relay information, it didn’t feel like enough. You knew Dream, from years gone past, you knew he wouldn’t hold anything at face value. They have something prepared, something you couldn’t even imagine.
In that moment, a surge of something ran through you. Whether that was hope, determination or damn-right stupidity, you grabbed the blade that lay on the dirt beside you, picking up your quiver and set off into the darkness of the forest. Lighting a torch a few inches in front of you, you pushed yourself through the sticks and branches of the thick, untouched woods ahead. No one ever ventured between the countries, and if they did, it was through the path North of the main gate - the safest route. You’d be shot on sight if you were seen approaching the SMP in the middle of the night, so the dense trees were your only option.
Brave as it was, it was always dumb to leave the confines of light and company at night, the darkness filled with creatures and threats beyond your imagination. For that reason, you hugged your bow close to your body. Branches cracked and leaves rustled all around you, and the human part of you wanted nothing more than to give in to the fear that nudged at your chest and run back to the safety of your people, but you knew you needed the upper-hand. You pushed on.
Not even a minute further, light begun to break through the trees, the hum of life flittering through the canopies - you were close. Blowing out the lit torch, you packed it away and steadied your movements, knowing that anything too sudden would alert the guards by the walls. All you needed to get was close enough to hear a whisper of something, anything. The closer you got, the louder the guards voices became, until you heard a whisper of the war coming from above. Straining, you focused on the mans voice, just almost loud enough to hear his words. Almost, just a little closer-
“You, of all people, should know you’re not allowed here,” In a split second, a blade was pressed against your throat, strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against a warm, hard body. A gasp that left your body was quickly rectified as his hand left your waist and flew over your mouth to avoid the guards seeing you. You knew his voice immediately, Sapnap’s had always had a distinctive hoarseness to it.
“You’re either going to tell me what you’re doing here, or I kill you right now,” His breath was hot on your neck, lips close to your ear to keep his tone hushed and discreet, “Deal?”
His eyes were accustomed to the darkness, having traversed the woods for hours collecting supplies for his people, he always worked better, faster at nightfall. Scanning the body in his grasp, his eyes landed on your skin for the first time. Not once had he seen you up close, your only contact being distant whilst your leaders fought, occasionally wounding one another in a brief battle, but nothing that would require this proximity. His shoulder twitched as he stared at the almost familiar scar etched into your own, shrugging off any correlation as you nodded your head hurriedly.
Carefully, he removed his hand from your mouth, and you hurried out a half-hearted excuse, “We needed supplies, and I must’ve lost my way, my torch went out and I didn’t know I was so close I-”
“Oh come on, darlin’, we both know you’re lying,” His smirk was evident in his voice, you didn’t need to see him to know it. Dread filled your body as the knife dug deeper into your skin, close to drawing blood, “You were here to get information.”
It wasn’t a question. He read you exactly as you’d been written, to your annoyance. Head spinning, your brain ran through a million different escape plans, filtering through the abstract and landed on one slightly plausible option - you just needed to keep him talking.
“You know our plan, don’t you?” You hurried out, thinking on the spot of an excuse to keep him talking, some part of you hoping he’d spill something unknown to you, “Eret told you what we had planned, right? The tunnels we set up below your land?”
Silence fell for a moment, and your hand subtly edged towards the handle of the sword in your sheath.
“He told us you were falling apart. That Wilbur is losing his mind in there,” He uttered back, his grip on your waist tightening, to which your body pushed against him as an automatic response.
“He was a traitor. For the both of us. He planted the TNT in our walls and he fed you lies for weeks,” You spat back, your hand now successfully around the handle of your beloved sword.
“You don’t know anything about us. You know nothing of our intentions, of our plan. You hide away in your grounds and build stupid bunkers in your own city as if it’ll change anything, as if you’re ever going to win,” You froze. Dream had gloated about another traitor amongst your men, how someone you held dear was ready to rip your people down from the inside, and Sapnap had just told you exactly who it was. Only you and one other person knew of the bunker overlooking L’Manberg. Only you and Wilbur. Finally. Finally, you might have the upperhand.
In one quick motion, your hand ripped the sword from your belt, grabbing his arm and pulling it from you, flipping yourself around and holding your sword tip at the base of his neck. His reactions matched yours, his blade digging into the base of your throat.
The pair of you stood, face to face, at arms length, knives threatening each others skin, waiting for the other to make their move. Only now, for the first time, were you able to actually look at the man in front of you, the man who had killed off half your men with his pyrotechnics. Thick black hair protruding from a white cotton headband, eyes glimmering red in the dark moonlight. He was tall, taller than you had remembered him being, and his blood-stained, burnt white shirt clung to his body harshly. You couldn’t help but be fascinated by this man, especially after seeing the weathered, cold look in his eyes, wanting to know everything that got him to where he is now, and everything that is to come for him.
“It’s your move,” You muttered, keeping still to keep his blade from breaking your skin.
“You need to leave.”
His eyes hadn’t left yours, but yours wandered along the arm that held his sword, reaching the skin of his hand. Littered with scars and wounds, his hands were calloused and burnt, assumingly a product of his fascination of setting fire to your buildings. A particular scar caught your eye, however, dragging from the tip of his thumb, to the base of his wrist - an identical scar to one you had gained whilst fighting on a rivers edge one day, slicing your hand open on a rock. Curiously, your eyes scanned his hand for any others, surely enough landing on the same scar you had on the back of your hand from an accidental stab wound from Tommy.
Dread filled your stomach as you took in the similarities of your skin, only to be ripped by your thoughts as his blade slid up to your chin, leaving an open wound in its wake. You winced, the immediate sting hitting you as you feel the blood begin to weap. The wound was surface level, nothing to worry about, but enough to cause your knees to buckle slightly.
“Look at me,” Your eyes darted to his cold stare and the rest of his voice was filtered out of your mind as you stayed fixated on the red, bleeding line that peeked on his skin, surfacing above his black turtleneck.
Mind clouded, you lowered your sword, hand on his arm to move his out the way as you stepped towards him. Hesitant at first, Sapnap’s body froze up as he tried to understand your plan, run through the possibilities of what the hell you might be doing. As you raised his hand to him, almost like you would a dangerous animal, to show you were no threat, he made no attempt to stop you. You reached for his neck, pulling his shirt down slowly and eyes widening at the dark crimson, tender, fresh scar that ran up his throat, identical to the open wound on your own.
For the first time, you were close, not just in proximity. Sapnap’s hand darted to his neck, feeling the rising bump of the newly-forming scar and his eyes met yours, a realisation hitting the both of you. Neither of you had noticed how close you had gotten, and for the first time, he saw you. Not his opponent, not his enemy, just you. A person, with glimmering eyes staring back at him and soft, yet scarred skin that he felt the sudden urge to touch. Something in his mind had always blocked out the possibility of a soulmate, convincing himself he was impossible to love, undetermined to find his person.
But here you were, the only person he could never have.
“You need to leave. Go home.” He spoke quickly, pulling his eyes from yours in fear of never wanting to see anything but that colour again.
“But, Sapnap,” Your voice was hushed but desperate, “We can’t just, I mean, what do we do?”
“Go. Now.” Voice stern and meaningful, he pulled his sword back into his belt and stepped away from you, pulling a lighter from his pocket to light his way home, “And tell no one of this. You were never here, Y/N.”
Not letting you say another word, he stepped back into the darkness of the trees, and you could only watch as the gentle hum of his light faded out of view. Stunned, it felt like your feet were sinking into the dirt below you, unable to move as the overwhelming blow of meeting your soulmate for the first time flooded you, the realisation that it was your sworn enemy, the man you had fought for years alongside your family.
It wasn’t until you heard the guards above you alert each other to what they think is a person in the woods below that you picked your feet up and moved, running back towards home at a pace you didn’t even realise possible, the numbness filling you.
But it was too late to think of that now. As daylight stretched itself over the vastness above and smoke filled the air, screams and cries surrounding you as you pushed yourself to your feet, sword in hand as the ache of your body watched over the battlefield in front of you. It had all happened so quickly. At one moment, you had won. Dream was dead and others surrendered, and the next thing you know, L’Manberg, the country you owed your life to, you had grown and lived in for so long, was in flames, and Wilbur was dead. He had done it. You were right, he was the traitor. He blew up and destroyed the one thing you had dedicated your life to protecting, and now he was dead. Gone.
Hearing the screams of the Wither, the explosions destroying innocence only meters from you, you did the only thing your brain had the capacity to comprehend. You ran. You picked a direction, and you ran. Faster than your legs could carry you, much like the night before except this time, you had no idea where you were heading. In fact, you didn’t even have anywhere to head, it was all gone.
It wasn’t until you reached a river too wide to cross on your own, did you stop. Falling to your knees as they buckled beneath you. Holding yourself together, you looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings and tried to make sense of it all. Your friend was dead, many other lives being stolen from either side, even Dream himself losing a life at the hands of yourself.
A twig snapped not far from you, and your body jumped, snapping to its direction, already on high alert. What stood there, feet from you, was the last thing you expected. A war-torn, blood covered Sapnap towered by the edge of the forest, open wound on his head and chest heaving as he’d been running like you.
No words were said, there was a look of understanding between you both. Without a second thought, you were in his arms, sobbing and letting your body purge itself of the grief and stress you faced just moments ago on the remains of your home. His chest stuttered as he let out a quiet sob, tears falling for his friends who has lost their lives in the same battle.
Gripping each other tightly, you felt in his arms that it was right. That he was right. That his touch was holding you together, even as you fell apart. Hand in your hair, he held you tightly into his chest, a mirrors image flipped of not even 24 hours ago, when your back was flush against where your tears stained now.
He didn’t know why he was here, he didn’t know why he followed you. He saw you flee and his heart told him before his brain did to follow you.
“What the fuck do we do, Sapnap?” You sobbed, shaking in his arms.
“I- I don’t know, Y/N,” His voice was shaky, much softer than the night before and far, far more caring.
“I want to leave, I don’t want to go back. I can’t,” You breathed, your knees growing weak as the grief hit you.
“We don’t have to stay,” He started, his hand coming up to pull your chin from his chest, meeting his gaze. The look in your eyes made his heart yearn, wanting to rip the sadness from your body bit by bit until it was absent, “We’ll go, there’s nothing for us back there anymore. We’ll find somewhere, just us two.”
It was always said, in old wives tales, that once you found your soulmate, you knew it was exactly what you needed. It felt like a warm fireplace after a long expedition in the snow, like a sip of water after years of thirst. It felt like happiness, like safety and comfort. That’s how his words felt, like picking a book up in the middle of its pages and knowing exactly where you left off.
“I’ll be here, Y/N, always,” He whispered softly, bringing your head back into the warmth of his chest, “You don’t have to fight anymore.”
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❀what can I get you?❀
⇨⚠︎Please read the ‘rules’, ‘what I make’, deletion part of it all (under masterlist), + masterlist before requesting! ⚠︎⇦
⫸About me
Name: Sander (nicknames are fine since I have a habit of giving ppl nicknames)
Sexuality: Pansexual 💕💛💙
Pronouns: Any :) (prefers they/them more but doesnt matter!)
editor: @rayneywidows
Discord: ᴀɴɢᴇʟ✧.*#0414
a bit more about me :]
⫸writing rules/boundaries
Masterlist
Deletion part of my writings/request
- I make hcs
- Little writings
- Fluff, angst, etc etc (no smut!)
I Write for
- Dsmp (mostly Bc It’s what I started with)
- Haikyuu
- Genshin
-Bsd (bungo stray dogs)
-Sk8 the infinity
(Goes for everyone just not gonna change it because it’s already just there, maybe later if this goes well)
I dont write for pregnant reader I don’t feel comfortable! Please respect that ty
I will write time skips
- I don’t just write x reader I write about duos or groups (cricket crew, crimeboys, dteam, etc.) and also lore and little side stories about the lore and tales of the smp (Ik people won’t care but I just wanted to say it) also I don’t ship the groups or duos it’s more like little hangouts and just things they would do
- I also write really any au for any fandom listed
- All readers Are gn (gender neutral) unless the request says to put a certain one or I put a gender role otherwise but apart from ranboo he is always with a male reader
- if you want a platonic person w/ reader please state that if not it will turn out x reader and ik some ppl like platonic sometimes (and if you are requesting multiple people you can put the people that you want to be platonic, ex: Dream, tommy (platonic), Wilbur (platonic) sapnap. Or if you want them all to be platonic you can mention it in the beginning or end of your request)
-I write for c! And cc! As well so if you want c please mention that if not it’s automatically going to be cc
- ranboo is always x male reader or trans ftm reader for obvious reasons unless is a friendship thing then the reader will be gender neutral or Fem or anything else
- Tommy is always now platonic due to recent news! (He has a gf)
- I make writings based on songs so if you want that just give me the person then the song name :) I love a challenge
- I also make writing with one or two words so all you really have to do is give me one or two words and the character you want :)
-I don’t write for billzo since it’s against his boundaries!!!
⫸extra run throughs
Not a rule person but I must mention this just in case
-I don’t write rape, pedos, etc it’s just not right (sh I don’t mind but I will always keep it to a minimum)
- I do not write smut I don’t really want to. Also I respect others boundaries and try to stick to the fluff and other things apart from smut
- Tubbo and tommy is always platonic since he has a partner so tubbo and tommy is more friendship and nothing relationship wise
- I don’t not write pregnant Reader I personally just don’t like it but I will write reader raising a kid with a dsmp person (never tommy tho or just any young one)
-hate makes me laugh- just putting that out there- I don’t take hate seriously lmao no reason to take it seriously when this is the internet
Mutuals
Taken Anon Emojis
#dsmp x reader#dsmp imagine#dsmp scenario#mcyt imagine#dsmp#mcyt#mcyt x reader#dsmp writer#welcome#dreamwastaken#george not found#sapnap#Karl#quackity#ranboo#tubbo#tommyinnit#Wilbur soot#niki nihachu
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Tag Set Update
So, what's in the tag set?
I look up blearily from a spreadsheet, making a spluttering noise.
YES, talking about the tag set, not just updating it. I can do that.
Three days into Tags week, the tag set as it is looks like this.
Anime, Manga, Books and Literature!
Cartons & Comics & Graphic Novels & Celebries & Real People!
Movies & No Media!
Other Media & Theatre!
TV Shows, Uncategorized Fandoms, Video Games!
That's everything that's been seconded into the tag set.
You want to know everything that's been nominated? Well that is going under a cut because BOY is that a list.
3rd Life | Last Life SMP
Akira (Anime & Manga)
Animator vs. Animation (Short films - Becker)
Archive 81 (Podcast)
Avatar: Legend of Korra
Bleach (Anime & Manga)
Bones (TV)
Books of the Raksura - Martha Wells
Buzzfeed Unsolved (Web Series)
Call of Duty (Video Games)
Carmen Sandiego (Cartoon 2019)
Castle (TV 2009)
Class of '07 (Australia TV 2023)
Cogchamp SMP
Content SMP
Creepypasta - Fandom
Critical Role (Web Series)
Dangan Ronpa Series
DCU (Comics)
Deltarune (Video Game)
Destiny (Video Games)
Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
Dimension 20 (Web Series)
Disco Elysium (Video Game)
Doctor Who (2005)
Doki Doki Literature Club! (Visual Novel)
Dream SMP
Eddsworld - All Media Types
Empires SMP
Enola Holmes (Movies)
Evolution SMP
Fallen Hero - Malin Rydén
Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes
Fire Emblem: Engage
Fire Emblem: Three Houses
Frozen (Disney Movies)
Hades (Video Game 2018)
Hamlet - Shakespeare
Hannibal (TV)
Harry Potter - J.K Rowling
Hermitcraft SMP
Hetalia: Axis Powers
Horizon (Video Games)
House Builder Gang SMP
House of Leaves - Mark Z. Danielewski
iCarly
Keeper of the Lost Cities - Shannon Messenger
Kuroko no Basuke | Kuroko's Basketball
Lackadaisy (Webcomic)
League of Legends
LEGO Ninjago (Cartoon 2011-2022)
Lifesteal SMP
Lockwood & Co. (TV)
Macbeth - Shakespeare
Marvel Cinematic Universe
McGillicuddy & Murder's Pawn Shop (Podcast)
Mean Girls (2004)
Minecraft (Video Game)
Night in the Woods (Video Game)
Nikita (TV 2010)
Nurses (TV 2020)
Original Work
Pocahontas (Disney Movies)
Promare (2019)
QSMP | Quackity SMP
Sherlock (BBC)
SK8 the Infinity (Anime)
SMPEarth
South Park
Splatoon
St Trinian's (2007 2009)
Star Trek: The Original Series
Star Wars - All Media Types
Stardew Valley (Video Game)
Stargate - All Media Types
Stranger Things
Supernatural (TV 2005)
Tales from the SMP
Teen Wolf (TV)
Temeraire - Naomi Novik
The 355 (2022)
The Accidental Warlord and His Pack - inexplicifics
The Grisha Trilogy - Leigh Bardugo
The Inheritance Cycle - Christopher Paolini
The Legend of Vox Machina (Cartoon)
The Locked Tomb Series
The Magicians (TV)
The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
The Murderbot Diaries - Martha Wells
The Owl House (Cartoon)
The Pack - YouTube
The Yogscast
Titanic (1997)
Triangle Strategy (Video Game)
Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008)
Trigun Stampede (Anime 2023)
Victorious (TV)
Video Blogging RPF
Voiceteam and Related Fandoms
Warcraft - All Media Types
Welcome to Night Vale
Wiedzmin | The Witcher (All Media Types)
X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies)
전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong
とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Manga)
二哈和他的白猫师尊 - 肉包不吃肉 | The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Meatbun Doesn't Eat Meat
人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
光が死んだ夏 | Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu | The Summer Hikaru Died (Manga)
原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
名探偵コナン | Detective Conan | Case Closed
天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
憂国のモリアーティ | Yuukoku no Moriarty | Moriarty the Patriot (Manga)
逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
WHOOOOOO (exhausted, but with feeling) EXCHANGES.
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Tier 2 Recap
256. 254. Andrew Ryan from Buoshck
255. 216. Nyssa õf Traken from Doctor who
254. 228. Asha from Iji
253. 22. Whisper Schnee from Boldores and Boomsticks
252. 253. Chuuya Nakahara from Bungou stray dogs
251. 18. Mapleshade from warrior cats
250. 190. Andrew Eldritch from real life
249. 120. sans undertale from undertale
248. 219. T-Rex from Jurassic Park
247. 141. Karkat Vantas from Homestuck
246. 53. Rasputin IV from X-Men
245. 20. Hunter | The Golden Guard from The Owl House
244. 7. Kim Dokja from Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint
243. 50. Death from Darksiders
242. 266. Dave Miller from Dsaf
241. 174. Dr. Miranda Jones from Star Trek: The Original Series
240. 274. donquixote doflamingo from one piece
239. 92. Hyakunosuke Ogata from Golden Kamuy
238. 11. Kha'Nel from Dragens Øye
237. 139. George Costanza from Seinfeld
236. 121. Rampage from Beast Wars
235. 62. ε (epsilon) from Mathematics, real life (kinda? Not sure maths qualifies as real life) ) (common phrase: Let ε>0 be any real number)
234. 134. BoJack Horseman from BoJack Horseman
233. 291. Juleka Couffaine from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir
232. 129. Flavio Rezza (MC Flava) from real life
231. 215. Goodtimewithscar or Scar for short (the minecraft youtuber)
230. 186. Percy Weasley from Harry Potter
229. 170. claude frollo from the hunchback of notre dame (specifically the stage musical)
228. 217. Grian from Life Series (3rd/Last/Double/Limited Life)
227. 168. the submitter from real life
226. 269. Mizi from Alien Stage
225. 96. Robin Stuart from Arc of Infinity (Doctor Who)
224. 172. Tessa Minsky from Imogen, Obviously
223. 267. Ea-nasir (real life copper merchant - 1750 BCE)
222. 37. Kokichi Ouma from Danganronpa V3
221. 147. Rose Lavillant from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir
220. 135. Fiver from Watership down
219. 251. Keith Kogane from Voltron
218. 63. Cricket from Wings of Fire
217. 146. Adric of Alzarius from Doctor Who
216. 177. Mort from the Madagascar Movies/All Hail King Julian
215. 59. Edward Elric from Fullmetal metal alchemist
214. 290. Jimmy Solidarity from The Empires smp
213. 259. rayla from the dragon prince
212. 205. Starfy from The Legendary Starfy
211. 232. Taako from The Adventure Zone
210. 188. Hatsune Miku from Vocaloid
209/208. 182. Matt Murdock from Daredevil (Netflix)
209/208. 107. Ted Kord from DC comics
207. 86. Juleka Couffaine from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir
206. 27. Sailor Saturn from Sailor Moon
205. 197. Marc Anciel from Miraculous Ladybug
204. 159. Yona from Yona of the Dawn
203. 220. David Chiem from Danganronpa: Despair Time
202. 125. Tynan from Aurora Webcomic
201. 169. Kid Blink from Newsies
200. 128. π (pi) from Mathematics (as in half a circle of radius 1)
199. 275. Zee from Total Drama 2023
198. 278. Flynn Moore from Echo (the furry vn)
197. 270. Caim Tivh from Mørkalven
196. 195. Grendel, The Grimm General from Boldores and Boomsticks
195. 280. Hermie the Unworthy from Dungeons and Daddies
194. 181. Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way from My Immortal
193. 247. Monkey D Luffy from One Piece
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@vktoraa
Revivebur X reader imagines
⚠️ Warning ⚠️ swearing, Screaming
Revivebur is going to be 25 instead of the 40 year old man he actually is
And Y/n is 23
(Y/n pov)
I come from a long line of witches, and for the past couple of years we have been going to a place called The Dream Smp for supplies. But one day we heard an explosion come from their lands. And shortly afterwards a creature flew our way and almost wiped out our coven. And so when I told my mother that I've felt the revival book being in use, and that it is being in use in their lands. She screamed at me and told me to stay home,
"MOM! If I stay they will continue to use the book without any knowledge of the rule that all magic comes with a price!" I scream at her while picking up my bag with potions and spell books inside. "GOOD! MAYBE IF THEY LEARN IT THE HARD WAY THEY WILL CHOOSE NOT TO SEND CREATURES OUR WAY!" She screams back as I pick up my cloak and Journal. "Mom I'll be back before you know it, I just need to find out who has the Revival book,". And as she goes to say something I have already opened the door and left the tiny village.
I left at night so when I am finally at the Smp the sun was rising. But I don't pay attention to that because I spot a huge crater covered with glass. "What the-" but suddenly I hear a voice so I duck and hide.
"If life's a fucking horse I'm going to ride it Tommy, I'm- I got to go, I got things to do, I got things to plan, I'll see you soon alright, I'll see you next time alright, bye guys! Bye!" And as I look over to see a boy looking back at his friends as a man in a trench coat leaves. And because he saying goodbye I'm guessing that was who was talking. So confused by the situation I follow the man in the trench coat. And I move quietly so I will not to be heard but every slip up I make he turns around and looks for me. So I hide better every time I'm almost caught but then the gig was up. I suddenly heard
"whoever you are, you're fucking horrible at hiding" he says in a low voice making me duck behind a tree to make sure he doesn't spot me. So I say as a disembodied voice
"you have no aura, so either you're like me and learned a way to hide it, or you're a dead man." I said with a clear voice but I hear him laugh and say. "I'm sorry I can't take you seriously, I need to make sure you're not just a voice, come out and you'll get as many answers as you'd like" he says with anger in his voice but when I come out of the shadows all he does is laugh "wait, wait I recognize you, you were one of the weird fucking necromancers that used to walk up to Lmanburgs doorstep looking for supplies" he says while I nod slightly. And I realize that this man has a scar that no ordinary person would be able to survive from, "look, all I wanted to know was who resurrected you?" I ask with my hands in the air like he had a bow to my head. "Wait, You want me to rat out on the person that saved me, my Hero!" He says as he raises his voice. And he rolls his eyes and begins to walk away but this time I follow at his side instead of in the woods. "His name is Dream..." He says as he begins to weave me a tale, but in the middle of it I look at him and realize.
'you look hot'
"what did you say" he said suddenly making me realize that I said the last three words out loud. "N- nothing, nothing at all" I respond after a sickeningly amount of silence.
"wow, a horrible hider and a horrible liar," he said with a chuckle as he stops and pins me to a nearby tree by the wrists. "Tell me what you said" he says while his face gets terrifyingly close to mine, making butterflies flutter in my stomach. "I- I don't know what your talking about" I say as he laughs getting even closer, making me need to fight to not blush.
"come on witch, I know you want to tell me" he says with a grin "I- I called you hot" I whisper so quietly I'm pretty sure even he doesn't hear it. "Huh, say that again" he responds as he turns his ear to me also tightening his grip on my wrists making me wince in pain. "I- I called you hot" I said somewhat loudly because of his strength.
"that's what I thought" he says as he lets go of me but still stays close. "Welp, I got things to plan so... I got to go" he says as he walks off but I scream while he's still in view "can I come too?" And as he turns I suspect rejection but he's says "FINE, but if you do one wrong thing, you're dead" he says while dragging his finger across his neck. And so as we walk away I ask myself.
What have I gotten myself into?
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Sir Billiam (Technoblade), Ranbutler (Ranboo), and James (Sapnap) x Servant! Reader [HCs]
A/N: I put it under the cut because it’s so long. I honestly just started writing and unknowingly put so many words into these headcanons. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Lord Billiam III (Technoblade):
You are one of his many employees at the estate.
You were an orphan that was brought (bought) by his parents to serve at the estate since their servants kept dying or leaving.
Growing up you were taught how to do household chores by the older servants.
Seeing as you are in the same age range as their son, your masters decided to make you his personal servant.
With how Billiam grew up into an adult, I would assume that he was taught this during his childhood.
His parents were very critical of the social divide between you and their son.
You never forgot the reminders that you were nothing compared to them.
Billiam kept the act his parents wanted whenever he interacted with you in front of them.
But he was always kind and gentle with you compared to the other servants even his parents weren’t present.
He taught you how to read and write, leaving you with his favorite books whenever he had business to attend.
He loved when you ran to him to ask something about the book that you couldn’t understand, or when you didn’t know what a word meant.
This went on for years until his parents caught you in his room reading while he wrote at his study.
He heard them start screaming profanity at you and he ran into his room to see you being dragged by the hair outside.
He walked forward to help you but his father told him to stay because they had to deal with the “filth”.
Months went by without him hearing or seeing you. He assumed the worst, his parents had you killed.
During the period, he refused to have another servant but you.
He acted out against his parents’ orders and started on his path to independence.
He focused on his studies and work so that he could take over the family business and lands so that he can find you.
After a long time, he finally saw you again.
This was when he stayed up late due to managing some family matters and he stepped out of his room to get some fresh air.
There you were, in the servant’s clothes, on your knees and wiping the floor clean.
“Y/N?” he asked, reaching out to you.
After you heard him you stood up and took a deep bow. “I apologize for disturbing you my lord, I shall leave immediately.”
He had no time to stop you from taking the cleaning supplies and booking it downstairs.
Every future instance where he tried to talk to you was met with profuse apologizing and leaving.
He eventually gave up on interacting with you, as in the few moments that you do, you make it clear you don’t want anything to do with him.
Without his anchor, his tether that kept him humane, he was consumed by the snobbish teachings of the aristocracy.
When his parents finally died, Billiam became the sole owner of the many properties and subsidiaries his parents’ managed.
His cruelty knew no bounds, severely punishing servants who made a slight mistake. Servants...except you.
When the heir became the lord, you had become appointed as the head servant of the estate, in charge of managing and teaching the staff to serve.
Servants would notice the tense air that hung when you and their employer would interact, the casual reports on the happenings at the estate, servants being laid off for mistakes, etc.
The first time you two had conversed without the awkwardness is when a deal he wanted to secure fell through. He was livid, destroying everything in his quarters.
Knowing that any miniscule slight while Billiam was furious would result in severe punishment, you took it upon yourself to fix the room. Deciding to spare the other servants from possible suffering.
When the noise of glass being thrown, tables being flipped, and paintings being torn had ceased, you decided to enter the room and tend to your lord.
Billiam stood by his overturned desk. Shards of glass from the decorations he threw stuck in his bleeding hand.
“My lord you are injured, please allow me to tend to your wounds.” he tensed after hearing your voice call out to him.
Turning around he observed the wreckage that he caused, his eyes stopping on your figure holding a rag and setting down a basin of water on the ground.
The room grew silent as you were crouched down and tending to Billiam, no sound threatened to escape from either of you.
When you finished picking out the shards and cleaning the wounds you stood up with the basin, now colored red, to leave the room when he grabbed your hand “Stop.”
Complying, you stopped in your tracks and faced him. “Yes my lord?”
“I-I...” he clenched his fists, trying to find the right words to tell you.
His mind cleared, he knew what he needed first from you. “I command you to tell me why you were and have been avoiding me!” he shouts, raising his voice.
You sigh, eyes drifting to stare at the floor as your lips open to answer. “It would be best to show you my lord.” you answer, setting down your things, you untie the affixes of your attire.
With the last of the strings untied, you turn around and move your top to expose your back to him.
His mouth agape, he stared at the lashes on your back, the burn marks, the deep cuts. “Wha-”
“It was your parents, my lord. They did not like it when they saw how close we were.” you added, beginning to fix yourself back up.
You felt him crash into you, pulling you into a tight hug, as his breath fanned your nape. “I’m sorry for dragging you into this.” you feel warm tears fall on your bare neck.
You let him be open with his emotions, as the dam that kept all of the pain in for the past years cracks and floods out. You hear him mumble apology after apology to you.
When his tears falter, you turn around and pull him into a hug. Tangling your hand in his hair and nudging his head into your neck to comfort him.
“Don’t apologize for feeling what you feel.”
His breath hitches as you continue speaking.
“And don’t apologize for loving me.”
That night was spent with Billiam being in your arms as he had wanted to be for years, finally feeling the warmth he did when you were both young.
The next day, your belongings were being moved by the servants outside of your quarters. Under orders from Lord Billiam they answered when you questioned why.
“You will no longer be the head servant, (Y/N).” Billiam stated as he walked towards you accompanied by three maids.
“From now on you shall be mine, the spouse of Lord Billiam III.” he smirked, holding out a hand for you.
You reach out and grab his hand “Yes, my lord.”
Ranbutler (Ranboo):
A fellow servant under the employ of Lord Billiam III.
The both of you were employed on the same day, as your new master needed more servants to manage the happenings around his vast estate.
Ranboo had no time to introduce himself to you as work was immediately shoved upon his shoulders, he would be acting as the personal servant at the side of Lord Billiam.
You, meanwhile, were in charge of managing the storehouse and making sure everything your master needed was in stock.
Life...is hard when serving under an aristocrat, more so under Lord Billiam.
He was very critical of everything and all he does is done with utmost perfection. Failure wasn’t allowed at his manor.
Thankfully, you were able to adjust easily to your job. Taking walks around the estate to question the denizens of the necessities which were needed. Being able to pick out the most affordable but high quality items.
Which lead to you being one of the few that did not catch the ire of your master. He had even given a sarcastic statement which sounded like a compliment? You were unsure if he was capable of complimenting a mere servant.
When Lord Billiam needed to attend to business away from the city, he left Ranboo in charge of acting in his stead, as one of his closest aides.
Most of the servants breathed a collective sigh of relief when the carriages, carrying your master, had left the confines of the property.
The few servants that stood by the side and watched the others silently knew something.
They couldn’t slack just because he wasn’t here. Lord Billiam has eyes and ears everywhere, so slacking off was something never to be done.
From the corner of your eye, you could see Ranboo walk and stand beside you. “Lord Billiam wants stocks of wine and other refreshments to be present in the cellar by the time he arrives. He specifically instructed to only procure the best, so do not worry about the cost.”
You nod and continue watching the rambunctious bunch of servants. “Of course. I assume Lord Billiam instructed you about that?” you question.
He gives a slight nod and turns to walk back inside the manor leaving you.
The next day, most of the servants had taken it upon themselves to have fun while doing their job. The cooks used ingredients to cook meals for themselves, the cleaners allowing dust and dirt to gather on the furniture.
You took your daily stroll around the place, taking mental notes of whatever the servants you crossed paths with were doing.
Absentmindedly you bumped into someone’s chest and mumbled a quick “Sorry.”
Looking up you came faced with the trusted aide of your lord. “Would you like to join me for afternoon tea?” he invited, gesturing to the direction of the balcony.
You raise a brow and begin walking with him towards the balcony. In your mind you wonder what his plans may be, knowing Lord Billiam must have trusted him with that.
Arriving at the balcony a gentle breeze blew through your hair as you looked at the table in front of you. An assortment of treats and sweets were laid out, a pot of tea with two cups and saucers present as well.
Ranboo walked to one of the chairs and pulled it out, gesturing for you to take a seat. When you did, he walked to his own and began pouring the hot beverage.
The two of you sat in silence, the only sound being heard were the chirping of the birds that flew overhead.
“So...I presume that you are on the same orders as I am?” you break the silence, taking a sip from your cup and staring at him for an answer.
He nods. “Sir Billiam has entrusted me with this job and I must fulfill it dutifully. You must understand so, (Y/N).” he grabs the pot and pours himself another cup.
“Yes...we must weed out the imperfections that our lord does not need.” you hum, staring at your reflection in the tea. “As our lord’s favored aids, you being publicly known, and I with the others being secret, must serve without fault.”
Your eyes both held a dark gleam, staring at each other with understanding of your orders. “Well, I am thankful for the tea, but I must continue with my work.” you stand and set down your saucer. “I enjoyed our small discussion. I hope to speak with you more in the future, now excuse me.”
The succeeding days were a blur, although your master was absent from the manor, there was still a backlog of work and duties which had to be done. Having to continue observing the other servants, managing deliveries and orders to and from the estate, and making sure your discussion with the butler was kept private.
Oh yes, speaking of the butler. He would be at each of your turns, giving his insight on what sir Billiam would order and keeping the estate running.
You would catch him in the corner of your eye, staring at you from the shadows. Though this did not faze you as he was just following commands, as was you.
When Lord Billiam III returned a week later all the servants stood outside to receive their Lord. They all stood firmly, heads bowing low, and no noise threatening to escape their lips. “Welcome back my Lord!” you all collectively shout.
You and Ranboo stood at the head of the two lines. Lord Billiam began to stride towards the entrance when he stopped in his tracks. “You two, follow me.” he commanded and continued on his path.
“Yes my lord.” you both answer, raising your heads and following him, keeping a suitable distance.
Arriving in front of the doors to his quarters, you both took steps forward and opened the double doors and bowing. You could feel the smirk that Sir Billiam held as he walked in, the two of you soon following and closing the doors.
Taking a seat at his study, Billiam put his hands together and set his elbows on the table. “Now, give me a detailed report you two.” he ordered.
You both nodded and gave detailed statements on what happened at the estate in the duration of his absence. Every mistake, every success, every mishap, everything. With him nodding to each explanation.
“I knew picking you two as my personal aides wasn’t a mistake.” he chuckles. “Now leave, I have work to do.” he states, voice turning cold.
In the morning, all the servants were gathered in the main hall. They whispered to one another, wondering about the sudden meeting.
The noises stopped as soon as Lord Billiam stood at the head of the stairs overlooking the foyer, he was followed by two servants, the butler and you.
“Now, you may all be wondering why I have called you all at such an ungodly hour.” he stated, looking at the servants like ants. “It has come to my attention the problems my estate faces, with regards to all of you.” he continues, taking delight in the looks of fear that some held.
“I hereby relieve you all of your duties, leave at once, I have no need for incompetents who slack around when they believe their master isn’t present.” he seethes, glaring at them, before turning and leaving the room.
You and Ranboo glance at each other as you hear the servants cry, some panic, some running to sort out their departure. No matter, you thought, as the butler put a hand on your shoulder and nodded.
He tugged your arm towards the balcony, a soft smile on his face. “Afternoon tea?”
“I would be glad to have some, Mr. Butler.”
Lord James (Sapnap):
You are a servant in service to Lord James’ family for a long period.
You were present from the beginning of his marriage to his subsequent divorce. Acting as one of his wife’s personal servants, in charge of dressing her and tending to her beck and call.
Having been assigned to her, you were well acquainted with Lord James. Being the one to inform him whenever your lady was unavailable.
Though the first interaction between just you two, not involving or speaking about anyone else happened quite later.
It happened after an argument with his wife, who promptly stormed out of the manor, leaving you with her husband. You felt awkward being left in the same room without your lady.
You were ready to walk out of the room when you suddenly heard him collapse as he began to sob.
You crouched down and held him up, comfortingly rubbing his back. You were about to speak when you were pulled into a hug, feeling tears fall on your shirt.
You stayed on the floor, letting James cry his heart out. You continued rubbing his back but stayed silent.
Once his tears stopped flowing, you helped him stand and walk to his bed.
Turning to leave the room, you were stopped when he grabbed your hand firmly. “Stay.” he softly spoke, tugging you towards the bed.
“My lord, we can’t, what would my lady think-” you protested, worried for yourself and for him, already thinking of the scale of this scandal if word got out.
“I just...want someone to hold me, please.” he pleaded, eyes downcast towards the floor.
You relented as he brought you into an embrace and pulled you into the bed. He rest his head in the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanning your skin.
Within moments, he had fallen asleep, obviously emotionally drained with all the baggage he’d been carrying. You sigh, running a hand through his soft locks. He stirred in his sleep and moved his head closer to your hand.
You stayed there for a few minutes, a wave of exhaustion washing over you as well. Slowly, you were lulled to sleep with the sound of his breathing...
Awakening, you rubbed your eyes, it was still dark outside possibly nearing daybreak you assumed. Turning your head, you saw Lord James. He still remained clung to your side like a babe.
Although you wanted to stay in the comforts of the soft bed, one which could not be said for your own in the servants’ quarter, you decided to leave before his wife came upon the scene.
Slowly, you wrung the arm he was hugging from his grasp and stood up from the bed. Fixing your attire you saw as he stirred from his sleep, moving to search for the source of heat that moved away.
You smiled, tugging the blankets over his figure and patting his head one last time before exiting the room.
With a soft click of the door, you scanned the halls, it was empty. You breathed a sigh of relief, it was a good thing no one caught you at this time. You knew what people would assume if they had seen you, a lusty commoner ruins another marriage.
You began your walk towards the servants’ shared quarters, the light of the moon passing through the window lighting your path.
James awoke the next day, with a blanket draped over him. He smiled, knowing you did this.
He heard a knock at the door “My lord, breakfast has been served and my lady is looking for you.” a servant called out before the clacking of their shoes indicated they walked away.
Sighing, he began to prepare himself for the day, grabbing a new tunic and fixing his disheveled appearance.
Arriving at the dining hall, he saw servants running around the place, placing plates and utensils on the table. Some were bringing out the food from the kitchens.
Although his eyes drifted immediately to you. You were stood by his wife and listening to the orders she barked at you. With each command earning a nod of acknowledgement from you afterwards.
With a wave of her hand, she dismissed you and turned to start her meal. You bowed and turned to exit the room when your eyes met James’. You stilled before casting your eyes to the floor and walking out of the hall.
James understood it all too well, once being someone who laughed at the broken marriages of other nobles, caused by them falling prey to their servants’ temptation. He couldn’t laugh, now that he was one of them.
He knew it was wrong though. He was already married, and had a duty to fulfill to his family and wife. While you? You were trying to survive in society, not wanting to be part of any drama.
Snapping out of his trance when his wife called out to him, he sighed and took a seat at the table. Mind still focused on you.
Even though he consummated the marriage and had children with her. His love and yearning for you never faltered. You were by her side every step of their marriage. You took turns with the nannies in watching the children, sometimes being left to care for them when James and his wife went on trips.
Through the years you two did this careful dance. Feathery touches that drifted on your skin for moments before disappearing. Loving glances thrown at each other’s way. The soft tone of his voice when he spoke to you. Though others would think nothing of it, the two of you knew the fragile fantasy going on.
A fragile fantasy that all came crashing down that day.
Screaming could be heard throughout the whole manor, servants stayed quiet and steered away from the room, which you couldn’t really do.
As the personal servant of Lord James’ wife, you stood by the sidelines as they threw words, insults, and the occasional object at each other in their rage.
In her anger she threw one of the decorative stones on the nearby table. Lord James saw it and was able to jump out of the way.
They both stopped when they heard it collide with something else. Turning around, he saw the stone on the floor with blood staining one side of it.
You crouched down from the pain and put a hand on the side of your head, retracting it you could see the red color staining your skin.
“(Y/N)!” James shouted, running over to help you up when his wife cut in.
“Don’t help that lowly servant! Pay attention to me you bastard! Do you think I wouldn’t notice?!” she shouted.
James paid no mind to her as he caught you in his arms. You had passed out from the blood loss, and probably the concussion on your head.
“Don’t think we aren’t done talking! You still haven’t answered me!” she continued to scream, though her words never reached his ears.
Picking you up he turned and glared at her. “We’ll speak about this tomorrow.” he firmly stated, before walking out and bring you to an empty room so he can tend to you.
You awoke with a headache, it was dark. Sitting up on the bed, you noticed you were one in the spare bedrooms and gripped your forehead as a stinging pain came. Right...you got hit by a rock.
You jumped when you heard the door open. Turning you came faced with Lord James, the upper buttons of his shirt being undone and a hand running through his hair.
He opened his eyes and met yours, then he scrambled towards you. “Are you okay? Is there still pain? Do you want me to call the physician?”
“Please do not worry yourself over me my lord.” you answered, wanting to keep the formality of the situation. Standing up from the bed you put your hand over his, which was placed on the side of your head.
“I- uh yes.” he coughed, retracting his hand and putting them by his side. “I’m sorry about that, you didn’t need to get caught up in our argument.”
Your eyes widened, your lady must be looking for you right now. “Excuse me, my lord.” you stated in panic, patting yourself down to look presentable before running out of the room.
“No need, she’s gone.” you heard James state as you stopped in your tracks. “Our divorce will be finalized in a few days, and she doesn’t want anything to do with me or you anymore.”
Thoughts raced through your mind, does she know about the incident, what would happen to you if she did. Your breathing picked up as you stilled.
James brought you into an embrace, your back hitting his chest as he dipped his head into the top of your head and inhaled. Your hair smelled lovely, comparable to that of other noble ladies. He shut the door, wanting to keep the privacy between you two.
“My lord, we shouldn’t it isn’t proper.” you stated, keeping firm on the fact you wanted to preserve not only your reputation but more importantly his.
“I don’t care.”
“But what would others think?”
“I don’t care.” he firmly stated, turning you around and pushing you against the wall.
“For years I’ve kept these feelings inside and now that there isn’t anything stopping me, I can finally express these repressed emotions.” he continued.
“I...I...-” he trailed.
“I command you to love me!” he shouted. trapping you against the wall with his forehead touching your own.
You sigh in defeat and finally relent, reaching up and cupping his cheek, “I already do, my lord.”
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When Somebody Loved Me
Pairing: Yandere!Sir Billiam III x Reader
Request: Sir billiam headcannons 👉👈
Word Count: 900 words
Warnings: yandere, mention of cheating, memory loss (not from an illness or curse- just from the passage of time)
Billiam hadn’t always been the Billiam everybody knows nowadays. No, back then he went by a very different name yet had a very similar lifestyle to now. Back then he was some child of a wealthy family who lost their fortune. Someone… If you were to ask specifically who he was before, he’d be unable to tell you. He’d long since forgotten his assigned identity in favor of a new one. One that he created to get what he wanted. You.
From the beginning, you two knew each other. Your families were close friends, after all. Close business partners and had been for quite a while. Long before you were born and probably into your parents’ childhoods.
Almost every memory you two had was of the other because you two were with each other so often. From diapers to toddling, you two were in it together. It was a cute sight, overall.
For a while, your families considered an engagement between you two. Many things went into it, but it mostly boiled down to the families knowing each other and a way to strengthen the bond between the families. Talk of said engagement went on for years, before and after you two were born. Yet when they were almost at an agreement, everything went wrong.
Somewhere along the lines, some scandal started between the families. Adultery, that’s what they said it was. During the tender years of childhood, neither of you understood what that meant. It obviously had to do with grown-up stuff since it had “adult” in it, but otherwise you were clueless.
Whatever it was, though, split the two families apart. What were once business partners and family friends were now strangers. It seemed that both sides of the issue detested the other. Besides the children, of course, but they had to play their part in this too.
When Billiam’s family hit hard times, your parents could have cared less. Their stroke of misfortune happened years after the “incident”, and yet the resentment from it still hung heavily on each individual who knew what happened.
The bitter feelings were so strong that they didn’t care to mention the news to little ole you. All you remembered was the good times with Billiam’s family, after all. They knew you were upset about not seeing your friend anymore, but the family’s reputation mattered more than some silly, personal relations. You could go get new friends anyways. Like father’s newest business partner’s child. Aren’t they just swell?
Yet you couldn’t really remember that boy you used to play with. He was there quite frequently. The clearest memory was when you two made a promise to be together forever, a childish optimism you had abandoned in favor of other important attributes. You have matured since then, outgrown those sill childish days. Obviously you have. Time has passed since then and you don't play like that anymore. Yes, you have matured quite a bit since then.
Unlike your case, Billiam never forgot about you. While his life was burning around him, he kept hold of the precious memories. They were his ray of sunshine in the storm.
Each unfortunate incident just pulled you two further and further apart. You never knew it, but he was uncomfortably aware of every tug from fate. Each mistake his father made dragged all who were connected to him down. Billiam was no exception, caught in the crossfire of something he wasn’t involved in.
Sometimes he would question any higher beings about this divine punishment that was being enacted onto him; what had he done in his previous life to deserve this punishment? It was horrendous, tortuous, and unjust.
Life went like this for years, though it felt like a milenia for Billiam. He had to stay strong, resilient. It was what he was raised to be. Nothing could get in his way. All of his goals had to be achieved. No, he would achieve them, for they were something he wanted done.
On top of that, he made a promise. A pinky promise. As childish as it sounds, you never break a pinky promise. That’s just the rules. What man was he to not uphold a promise?
And his promise to you was that he’d marry you. He was going to accomplish that goal, no matter what it took.
He did what he could on his parents’ “modest” budget, which became increasingly more “modest” as time went on. Both he and his father had their eyes on the aristocracy, wanting to get back into the upper circle they were so used to. For different reasons, of course. Well, Billiam couldn’t be so sure about that. But he knew his end game well and his father’s didn’t seem to align similarly enough. What a pity.
Clear nights were always guaranteed to leave Billiam hopeful. When a night like that happened, he’d wish upon a star. He would wish to have whatever it took to get back to you. Though it was mostly him wishing to specifically have you back with him. It didn’t matter to him how poor you two were… well it did, actually. Providing you with anything below extravagant would be a crime.
Soon Billiam became tired of the imminent destruction his father was leading the family to. One night, in his early teens, he decided that enough was enough. He was already poor, how much worse can it get? So with no final farewell to his mother and father, he left into the night.
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━"The Winning Rat"
━Slimecicle
━Tw: None?
━Notes: I have seen zero content for evil Slimecicle in the tales of smp grrr >:(
━Song: "My Ordinary Life" By The Living Tombstone
It was dark. Dark, wet cold- at least to you. With bloodshot eyes and a throat as dry as cotton it was hard to not see the positives, only catching how hallways never seemed to end. The maze had been full of twists and tricks that left you paranoid beyond relief. When would the torture end. When would the gods above take pity on your tattered and exhausted form stumbling from one dark corner to another. It was only after you had heard a childish voice ring out like a sharp bell from the shell of your ear did you finally freeze.
"Curious!" The new person said with a light tone. "Ooh this is fun! Hello there (Y/n), so glad I could finally corner you."
Looking over by our right side, you were sent scrambling backwards at the odd man. He had sandy hair and wide glasses, tinted green along with the rest of his striped suit. He looked like a poorly dressed 80's gameshow host. Er, or just an 80's gameshow host-
"Awh don't go! I've been waiting to get a chance to talk to the quiet mouse that has invaded my little game!" He giggled, rocking back and forth on his heels with a large grin. You found yourself tilting your head slightly at the strange metaphor but chose not to pay too much attention to it. After all you did have bigger things to be worrying about. A mysterious man appearing out of nowhere and ogling at you with sharp eyes for instance.
"Sir, Im going to need you to back up before I do something I regret. Pardon me I'm not normally like this, but I am scared as fuck and pissed off at this stupid maze." You said slowly, making sure to press your back up to a nearby wall and curl your fist into a small ball.
"But we were having so much fun." He pouted with a little whine. The cunning glint in his eyes gave away his true, amused feelings however.
"After all, you are just the winning rat in my race..."
no thoughts
>:)
-WayToSarcastic
#slimecicle#dsmp#dsmp x reader#(y/n)#fanfiction#one shot#slimcicle x reader#technoblade#dsmp one shot#tales of the smp#tales of the smp x reader#slimecicle tales of the smp#tales from the smp#tales from the smp x reader#slimecicle tales from the smp x reader#slimesicle#slimesicle x reader
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𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
Hey guys, Amber here!
So technically I hit 100 followers in less than a month and I'll be honest it feels too surreal as to how quickly I have reached this!
It makes me really happy to learn that you guys enjoy my writing as much as I do! ^^
So I hereby invite you guys to my writing event!
Few things which you guys should need to know:
This an event where you pick the prompt you wish for and you write it!!
Everyone can join this! This isn't a contest or anything and it's just for fun and to show how you write in your own ways!
There’s no creative limit! every prompt is yours to mold, and you can write in any length or style desired (whether it’s angst or fluff, cc! or c!, platonic or romantic is up to you!)
For making things easier and for enjoyment, please add trigger warnings or content warning and please no nsfw like you guys can do cuddling and kissing and stuff just don't do nsfw.
For requesting prompts, feel free to send a message, comment, or ask of the prompt and who you would like to write for (be mindful of boundaries for MCYT/Dream SMP members along with their Tales From The SMP characters!)
Each prompt is limited by three, but all are welcome to write for multiple just with different prompts!
Please just enjoy yourselves! <3
Characters For Writing:
Any MCYT/Dream SMP Members (who are comfortable)
Any Tales From The SMP Characters (I would really appreciate it if majority of you wrote on these characters cause they are underrated as heck but do whatever)
Prompts--
1. “stargazing was a good idea.”
2. “you're my new pillow.”
↪ You're my pillow now | cc! Wilbur Soot x Reader - @perfectlycasualgirl
3. “whenever you smile, it makes me smile.”
4. "stop it." "stop what?" "stop smiling, cause it's too contagious for me."
↪ Smile | cc! TommyInnit x Reader - @socially-blue
5. "do you ever just wonder what colors taste like?" "You are seriously making me feel even more concerned for you."
↪ Sleep | cc! Wilbur Soot x Reader - @socially-blue
6. "that's the sixth time you have complimented me today." "yeah and I'll compliment you four times more."
7. "you're an idiot." "but I'm your idiot."
8. “promise me that we'll never forget each other no matter what?” "promise."
9. “will you please sing? just for me?”
10. how the hell are you already tired?" "its literally 3am. how are you not tired, is the real question."
↪ platonic! cc! Bench Trio x Reader - @attempting-to-be-a-writer
11. "hey, do you wanna go outside and hang out?" "It's literally 4 in the morning."
↪ c! Ranboo x Reader - @imaginemcyt
12. "remember that one time back in highschool you fell in the lake?" "yeah and I prefer you not bringing it up cause it's embarrassing."
13. "I don't see the same person I loved, when I look at you anymore."
14. "why can't you just be honest with me?" "It's complicated, alright!?"
15. “they said never loving someone is a losing game. maybe they were right.”
16. “we don’t get to choose who dies.”
↪ Just a Boy | platonic! c! TommyInnit x Reader - @drowsydreaming
17. “we can share if that's alright with you?”
18. "the view is beautiful, isn't it?" "Yeah you are..."
↪ As The Flowers Bloom, So Do You | c! GeorgeNotFound x Reader - @socially-blue
19. "did you just kiss me?"
↪ Did you Just Kiss Me? | cc! Wilbur Soot x Reader - @imaginemcyt
20. "i didn't realize i was such an inconvenience to you."
21. "did you ever really love me?"
22. "why can't you just move on?" "because I still love you!"
Please tag me in your entries cause I'd love to read all the amazing writings you guys do in your own ways!
Writing Event Tag - #amber's 100 writing event
Event Status - Open!
Deadline - None as of now
Reblogs Appreciated!
Again I want to thank you all for the followers that I gained for you guys enjoying my writing and making the event possible and I love you guys very much!
Happy writing guys!
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#amber's 100 writing event#mcyt x reader#dream smp x reader#tales from the smp x reader#dream smp imagines#tales from the smp imagines#oneshots#amber rambles#heaven rambles#writing event
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May I request some Sir Billiam HCs pls,,,, I love him sm -💗 anon
Hey 💗 anon :)) I will gladly write some Sir Billiam HCs bc i highkey love him 🏃
CW: mentions of death, suicide, murder
Sir Bialliam Relationship HCs
- Let's be real for a second, ok? If you are poor then he wont even look your way, like thats canonical. As much as i love the boss x maid trope, this simply wouldn't work for our man Billiam
- so instead we are going to say you're hella rich ;)
- Billiam invited you to his masquerade, along with the other royals, except he had no real intention of killing you unlike the rest.
- He simply wanted you there so he can enjoy some time with you, and to introduce you to the egg
- he highkey loves to spoild you
- like he is a greedy mf, but the momeny you ask for something he just,,, "yes dear <3"
- ranbutler finds it v v cute :) while he is still highly intimidated by Billiam, he can acknowledge that this is p cute
- would kill for you
- no questions asked
- like yes, he kills a lot even without you asking
- but if you ask, he would kill anyone
- even himself if you so pleased
- he also would never admit it, but he loves pampering you
- like, not just buying you stuff, but also like emotionally and physically
- if you want kisses, you will get them
- if you want cuddles, you will get them
- if you want him to have ranbutler turn on some music so you two can slow dance in the ball room, he will have ranbutler do that immediately
- if anything happens to you, he will beat himself up over it because he wasnt able to protect you
- if you die, he will kill your assassins and then himself
-he just cant live without you, he has no idea how he did it before he met you
- so basically hes a huge simp
- but lowkey
- he loves you v much, and thats all that matters
#sir billiam x reader#sir billiam#tales from the smp#tftsmp#dream smp x you#dream smp x y/n#dream smp x reader#headcanons#dream smp headcannon#technoblade x reader#technobabe
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🏵 A Bountiful Harvest PT 2 🏵
Warning(s): robbery, cannibalism, violence, mugging, mild sexism, mentions of injury/violence, physical assualt
Character(s): Crops
The thunderous voice of the man behind the bar caught you off gaurd, a quiet gasp escaping your throat. Cursing yourself for forgetting your manners you forced a nervous smile to your lips. "Hello" you greet, you waited a few moments for him to continue conversation. But it seemed his initial greeting was an act of manners and not interest in you or your business. Which was fair, you'd say with your dishevelled hair and clothes you wouldn't want to spark conversation with you either.
After a few painfully awkward moments you cracked and found yourself wandering towards the rather grimy looking chairs. Your arms still ached from unpacking all the shipments of soil a couple days ago, and you swore you did something to your back. With your lates injury as well you really began to wish this town had a proper doctor.
Taking a seat closest to the cell, it was the cleanest one, you wait patiently for the sherrif. As patiently as you could for a woman who's had the worst two days of her life. Feeling lingering eyes on yourself you turn your attention back to the man in the cell. "Is it usually so empty around here?" You humm, biting back the more foul words that came to mind when describing the place.
From sat in the corner he visibly perked up a bit, letting out a slight hum. "Its never empty" he stated matter of factly. Playing with what looked to be beef jerky in his hands. The man piqued your interest to say the least. Everyone in this town seemed like they had an opinion, or something to say. But he didn't, he spoke when spoken too. Admittedly it was a nice break.
Your interest however didn't make the statement any less startling. You guessed the town must be filled with ruffians if the Jailhouse never empty. As much as you'd rather be banging on the walls for some sort of attention you didn't want to get into a fit with the Sherrif already. So you bit your tongue, and you waited.
"I don't believe I ever caught your name, sir?" You lead on, figuring you might be here for a while it might do you some good to make friends. Or at least a friend.
The man shifts on the barrel he was sitting on, turning his attention close to you as a slight rumble escaped his throat. The man had a strange aura, like the feeling you get when told scary stories, what was it called again..?
"Crops"
Oh right, creepy. That's the word to describe everything about this man. From his steely blue eyes and unnaturally sharp incisors, even the name was eerily unfitting.
Crops.
Like the cannibal you had been told ghost stories about. The man rumored to be let out of the jail to deal with certain citizens. The man that supposedly cleared this town. You thought it was a joke at first. But now you were talking to him, goose bumps ran up your skin as he inched closer to you.
"And yours, Mrs?"
"Y/N, it's nice to meet you Crops" you know better then to anger a man who could easily have your life in his hands in a day or two. So swallowing your fear, and blinking away the premature tears in your eyes you gave him a friendly smile.
"How'd you get hurt?" He inquired his eyes seeming fixated on yours. How did he... how did he know? Your confusion must have been clear on your face as he spoke up. "You smell of blood".
Oh god he could smell your blood, nervously you finally tore your eyes from his, choosing instead to stare at the floor boards under foot. Counting the grains in a pathetic attempt to calm your nerves. "I uh, I was mugged the other day. I got stabbed in the process" you explain as vaguely as possible. Seeing as the man was in the same room the Sherrif would be speaking to you in it's easy to assume he would soon get all the details. But for now he didn't need to know everything . He didn't need to know anything about you.
Slowly he nodded, it didn't seem like new news for him and thata what startled you the most. "It's best to stay out of their way" he spoke nonchalantly. Like they were just some immature drivers or some drunkards. Like this was normal. "Everyone's been saying that but it's a bit harder when they come to your front door" you sigh. The people here were friendly, strange but mostly friendly. However they seemed to hold either cowardice or were extremely condescending. You hoped it was because you were new to town, not that you were a woman.
The man- er, Crops however seemed to lack these qualities. Any qualities really, he spoke like he was simply pointing something out, or repeating information told to him. Everything about him was so alien and unnerving. The way he seemed so fixated on your abdomen, the way the occasional growl erupted from his throat when something seemed to upset him. You were beginning to sound like a broken record at this point.
"I think you need to redo your stitches" He observed, gesturing loosely to yourself. With furrowed brows you glanced down, the tiniest droplets of red beginning to seep through your new dress. Had you been so frightened by the man you hadn't realized you had popped a stitch? Your grip on the hem of your skirt tightened as you noticed Crops stepping ever closer to you, pressing against the bars.
Before either of you could say anything you were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Turning you felt relief run over your mind as you spotted the sheriff. However that relief was quickly snuffed out as you got a better look at the man.
He was drunk.
Not tipsy, not hungover, drunk. By the looks of it plastered as well. You practically felt your face drop.
"Could I help you miss? You know I'm not the physician, correct?" The taller spoke in a way that indicated tiredness. He slurred his words and rolled his r's in a peculiar way that seemed native to this town. Everything about both the man and the town was peculiar, guess it would be a shocker to see him anywhere outside of this shit hole.
His clothes were even more so disheveled then yours, his hat seated crooked on his strawberry blonde locks and stubble grew in patches lining his chin. Even a cigar hung from his lips to complete the ensemble.
"No, I know, I'm here to report a crime? Not to see the doctor" you reason getting to tour feet to greet the man, though he merely rolled his eyes at your extended hand. "Report a crime you say? What happened Hun?" He slurred. Nervously glancing back at Crops, who now seemed much more interest in his nails, you lowered your voice as you spoke. "Should we be talking in front of a prisoner-".
The sheriff's almost mocking laughter rang out around the room, catching you a but off guard. "Oh Crops? Anything you can tell me you can tell Crops, he knows everything about everyone in this town, dont you?" Thompson assured. But no confirmation came from the black haired man stood behind the decrepit looking bars. "Not much of a talker" Thompson dismissed with a wave of his hand.
Passing a glance Crops' way you couldn't help but hum along. He seemed pretty talkative with you? Maybe that wasn't the right word, but he would at least acknowledge your existence. To be fair, if you had to be with Thompson for more then an hour you'd probably be just about the same way.
"Now sugar, tell me what happened ".
#dsmp x reader#mcyt x y/n#dsmp#dsmp imagine#mcyt x reader#mcyt x you#mcyt imagine#crops tftsmp#crops x reader#corpse x you#corpse x reader#corpse x fem reader#corpse husband x reader#tftsmp#tales from the smp
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You know when Karl was coming out of his diary room I thought that the bookshelves on the walls were the ones on the Secret Room in the city of Mizu...
#that could have been his room#dsmp#tales from the smp#the lost city of mizu#karl jacobs#dream smp#dream smp season 3#dream smp war#mcyt x reader#mcytblr#mcytumblr
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All I Wanted Was You: Karl Jacobs x Deity of The Inbetween! Reader
Summary: (Y/N) falls in love with a mortal, gets too close, and gets hurt.
Warning: Angst with a bad ending, mentions of murder, timeline skipping? and probably some strong language
Pronouns:They/Them
Divider By: @tenshiikisu
“Hi, I’m Karl, what’s your name?”
They smiled fondly.
“(Y/N)”
They never knew they could miss something like a silly introduction so much. Maybe it was because they knew it would never be experienced by them again. Other people would have his attention focused on them, even if just for a greeting. They were Icarus, flying too close to the sun, and falling to their demise.
There were other time travelers, but none as captivating as him. They recognized how fatiguing it could be to travel to different times and places constantly, and completely outside of your own will. But somehow, this one ‘Karl, his mortal name is’ maintained a shocking sense of self, as well as optimistic spirits. They longed to be a part of a timeline where they could be together, whether romantically or platonically.
As a deity, they were not meant to form attachments, especially with mortals. They knew that even talking to mortals was dangerous, so why they decided to form a friendship with one is a mystery. Maybe it was the idea of having an escape from the monotony of their position. One could understand why a being could get a bit tired of little to no change for hundreds, if not thousands of years.
So they sought out that change. They began to follow him to the dimensions he traversed. They’d install themselves as a main character in the story he was telling, so they could form some sort of short-lived bond with him. Shockingly, their higher gods, the ones who created the Inbetween they reside in, permitted this behavior. They allowed the younger deity to form these superficial bonds, so long as they followed a single order.
“You may not pursue nonplatonic bonds with this traveler, or any after him. You can continue befriending him in universes apart from his own, but anything beyond that…”
“Anything beyond that and we will erase his memories of your presence altogether. He will forget every timeline you enter with him, and he will never be able to interact with you here, in The Inbetween.”
They knew what the consequences were. They knew it would hurt them. Yet they still chased after him. Everything was fine, they would become his friend in all his stories, they would watch with glee as he wrote in his books, knowing that they were apart of it. This all worked out fine, until it didn’t.
Diary #3
There’s always one constant when I travel, and that’s (Y/N)
They’re always in the timelines I visit, and they always go to befriend me each time.
Could they be like me? Are they a time traveler too?
I should see if I can find them, in the present.
Do they even exist in this time?
I’m going to find out
It’d be nice to have someone who understands for once.
I could show them my library.
This made (Y/N)’s heart flutter. He wanted to get to know them? He wanted to show them his library, one of the most important things he has? Their mind raced with thoughts about what this might mean. Does he feel the same way I do? Is this what mortals call love? I should reveal myself to him, I could be closer to him if only I-
They then remembered the deal they had, they may not befriend him in his own time. Their heart sank, this was their chance, they could’ve been more than a character, they could be a companion. The idea warmed them, to be his companion.
They debated internally until they realized Karl had left the room, he no longer wrote in front of them but had left the secret room, presumably to meet with one of his friends. They huffed and brought themselves back to The Inbetween, where they proceeded to sulk, watching travelers come and go, dazed from the fatigue of traveling through time, to different dimensions.
They continued to join Karl in his adventures through time, until one incident where they forgot themselves. They got too close to the sun, and they fell.
“Oh god, the lights are going out again,” (Y/N) called out in frustration. They were having a conversation with Karl, and they felt they were finally getting close to him. Lyaria had been found dead, and the group suspected (Y/N), as they had been the one to hide in the ballroom. Karl had taken them to the secret room, to discuss their supposed guilt, but was cut short by the lights going out, meaning somebody was going to get murdered. He looked past them and his eyes seemed to be following something. “We need to go, now,” he said urgently. Before they could respond, Karl was pulling them to the upstairs bathroom. “Let’s hide in the bathtub,” They suggested, and Karl nodded. As they sat with their legs tangled from the lack of space, Karl whispered “I know you’re not from here. You’re like me, aren’t you?” (Y/N)’s eyes widened. How could they respond to that? “I… not, exactly? You’re right I’m not from here, I’m, from a complicated place. I’m a deity, and I’ve been keeping my eye on you. That sounded creepy, I just meant that I wanted to make sure you stayed safe and I-” He cut them off “No, no, I get what you mean. You just wanted to help, I appreciate it. It’s comforting to have someone to share this with.” He had smiled at them then, and they realized how close their faces had gotten. They kept staring at his lips, and they thought of all the daydreams they had involving him. All of which were completely inaccessible to them. Their eyes locked onto his, and suddenly he had gripped their face in his hands and pulled them towards him. They captured their lips in his, and for that moment everything was enchanting. They had finally felt the feeling that human literature went on and on about. The fluttering in their abdomen, the warmth that spread throughout their body, the overwhelming contentedness. For that moment, they were just a normal person, kissing the boy they liked. They pulled apart and stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. They smiled at him but then felt their vision go blurry and they realized their mistake. Their body began to slump as the world fell away.
That was the last time they ever got to see Karl. Well, that’s not exactly true. They could always see him, they just couldn’t touch him. Or speak to him. Or have his precious giggle directed at them again. The worst part is, they never got to speak about it with their superiors. they never brought it up, and they were terrified to bring it up . So, they sat and watched as he forgot all of their adventures, the kiss they shared, their presence entirely. It hurt so bad.
It was even worse when he got engaged.
Not only did he forget them, he also fell in love with other people. They couldn’t even be mad, they were wonderful people. They felt genuine love for him, and they kept him safe. They fell back into the monotony guarding the dimension came with, and tried to push away the pain.
After all, they only had themselves to blame.
#karl jacobs x reader#karl jacobs#tales from the smp#dsmp#dreamsmp x reader#dream smp#im prob making a part two lmao#sock writes
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Separate Secondary Account For Writing and Ask Blog!
Okay so technically this account which is my primary one is like a place for me to reblog stuff and maybe post stuff of my own! But I am thinking of making a secondary account attached to my main where I will write xReader oneshots, headcanons, preferences, imagines and scenarios of Dream SMP's Tales from the SMP only! I might change it to Dream SMP and Tales from the SMP but for now it's only Tales from the SMP since I am mostly invested in writing about some of the characters from there!
The oneshots and stuff will be clearly Fluff, Angst and Platonic since I barely see any of these! <3
So Yeah I am probably gonna make an secondary blog in June or smth and write stuff down from my Wattpad account where I have written my oneshots and stuff from TFTSMP!
In case y'all are interested here's the link to my account!
So yeah that's all!
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Chosen Lineage [Wilbur Soot x reader, Fundy x reader]
Pairing: c!Wilbur Soot x Gender Neutral!reader, c!Fundy x Gender Neutral!reader (Son - Parent)
Summary: You raise Fundy as Wilbur keeps coming in and out of your life.
Warnings: Angst, betrayal, fluff, found family (chosen family)
Words: 3.2K
Masterlist: Wilbur’s Masterlist - Full Masterlist
A/N: This is an AU I have been working on, and then the perfect ask came by. (Also requests are still open! Click here!)
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You've been travelling and finally reached the new and upcoming server the Greater SMP. You had received a letter to join from Dream himself. Payback for a favour in the past.
And you join.
Hoping to find new people to meet, and potentially finding the person with whom you share a soulmark.
Quickly befriending the residents, it doesn't take long for you to start having late night talks with a certain Wilbur Soot, a man who dreams about bigger things. Hoping to get his name in the history books even as a footnote.
And the two of you get along great, as friends. And later down the road best friends. The two of you never have thought about romantic feelings toward each other, although you can't deny the two of you had checked once drunk if you belonged together. But alas, you didn't. And both of you never entertained the thought again.
At least that’s what you agree upon with each other.
That's when he meets Sally. And she's just perfect for him. His other half. His soulmate. And you're happy for them, gladly helping with setting up a date or two to make them extra special. And they are a good couple.
Then she gets pregnant.
And they're still okay together. They still like each other, and both still have moments where their love for each other shine through.
Until Fundy gets born.
Everything changes when Fundy gets born. Suddenly you're spending more time babysitting the little fox child than either of his parents. Sally seems to often just be gone.
A passing mention of going up the river, and one day she does. And she doesn't return. She never returns.
All while Wilbur has been off doing work for his new nation. Something Sally had always been against. A topic of many arguments for the two. Which more often than not ended with the man on your couch and for you to look after the poor child.
As L’Manberg starts talking about independence you're there backing them. Holding Fundy's hand. A child of a soulmate pair, with neither looking after him. A rare tale to be heard.
You're there as Wilbur cries about Sally. When his country goes to war. You're there holding Fundy back as he tries to become a child soldier himself.
You're there as Wilbur tries to form a bond with his son.
You're there as Wilbur asks Fundy to come and stay with him in his new house.
And you're there when Fundy refuses to leave your side.
You're there as Wilbur walks out determinant to win the war so he can form a bond with his son.
You’re resting Fundy on your arm as the man in a mask comes knocking.
You’re holding Fundy tight as the man who bears the name of Dream asks you to fight for you.
You’re shielding Fundy as you tell Dream, unless he wishes to owe another favour, he has paid you back for the favour he owed you.
You are comforting Fundy when the masked man leaves shutting the door behind him.
You are wiping tears from his face as you promise him you will never betray his father.
You are there the night Fundy packs his bags years later, the night he vows to fight for his father’s creation. The first night he sees you cry.
You tell him to come back safely and help him pack the rest.
You watch him walk out of the house you have built to keep him safe.
You're there as he celebrates the win, and as Fundy now a young man, hugs you, and says his thanks to you for keeping him out of most of the battles.
You're there as Wilbur finally gets close to his son.
You’re there as you allow the man who has hurt his son back into your life once more.
Letting him be stressed and relax around you. Still loyal to the man you once befriended. Still loyal to the man you admire.
You’re there to celebrate as the election gets announced, helping Fundy with his campaign and giving Wilbur words of encouragement.
The man had found a room in your house once more.
But time moves on and time of peace is nothing the server is fond of.
You're there the day a man with the name of Schlatt joins the election.
A man the universe tells you that you're destined to be with.
You're there as Wilbur leaves Fundy and you behind.
You're not there as the man spirals. Stuck between walls you once fought for.
However, you are there as Fundy tears them down and comes crying to you.
You are there helping Niki when she's unable to keep up with the taxes.
You help the Manberg citizens as much as you can from the inside.
Until you're there as the man you would trust with your life calls his own son a traitor. And you're there as Fundy tells him he was never his own but yours.
You aren't there the day they kill the president. Having vowed to not see the man after finding out what the universe thought of the two of you.
After what he had done to Fundy.
You're there the day Wilbur presses the button. The day Fundy takes back his last name promising to be greater than the man who didn't raise him.
You aren’t there the first time ghostbur shows up. However, you are there the day Fundy comes crying to you telling you of the ghost.
You hold him tight that night, reassuring him he’s safe with you, and that a ghost won’t change you caring about Fundy.
The days go past until one day Fundy shows up with the ghost himself.
A mere shell of the man you once admired. A mere shell of the man you once knew. A mere shell of a man you no longer knew in his last months.
He comes in the name of peace he tells you, he comes with blue in his hands and hope in his eyes.
He tells of good memories and of days before the birth of Fundy.
He tells of cold mornings and warm evenings.
He tells of meeting you and the sadness your soulmark made him feel.
He tells of nights spent thinking of your eyes.
Your voice.
Your touch.
He comes telling of tales you never have heard.
He comes, you watch him leave.
You let him leave with the words spoken of a once broken person.
A person who has grown.
You have grown.
You let him leave with the tales of a person who once admired a friend greatly, but could no longer follow their friend down the path they had made.
You let the ghost leave with the words, that while you had once loved a man. You no longer did.
You are there that night, in front of the fireplace as Fundy struggles to understand that you had once loved his father.
You tell him tales of your youth you shared with Wilbur.
Of unforgetful nights, and unforgiving mornings.
Of the way you used to map the stars, of the way you used to live for his words as he lived for yours.
Tales of good friends being there for each other, tales of good friends supporting each other.
You tell Fundy of the first time Wilbur presents to you, Sally.
You tell Fundy of that day. The day you came to terms with the universe.
That while you might have mapped out the stars, the universe maps your life long before you make a decision.
You tell Fundy of his first birthday, the only one where both of his parents were present.
You tell him tales of his mother. Yet, you can’t find it in yourself to show him the pictures that go along with the tales you tell.
The fireplace goes out, and you break apart. He spends a night in his childhood room, while you watch the stars, one more time.
Still in the habit of mapping them, although now only mentally as they dance across the sky for you to watch.
Like all things, time moves on.
When the day of Wilburs birthday rolls around and you make the first trip to his gravestone. The sun setting on the horizon. That night you watch the stars by the gravestone, surrounded by wide open fields and two single flowers.
The next day your door opens for the ghost to come to visit.
You can’t help but let the ghost into your life, so lost, so much like the man you once knew. Yet the ghost will never be able to fill the gaping hole of betrayal the once living man left behind.
So you let him in, let him stay. First, for a single night, the rain had caught him stranded in your house.
Then he slowly seems to come back again and again, and it pains you to see him, wander around. Pains to see him be so pain-free yet clearly carrying all of it.
Fundy, your son, the child you raised on your own, as your own.
Fundy is the one to tell the ghost to seek residence in another place. Fundy is the one who refuses to see you tear yourself down in hopes of seeing the brief moments where you forget the man in front of you isn’t dead.
But you move on as the house becomes empty once again, you have to.
The universe tells you to.
So you do.
The news of the ghosts death reaches you before the news of what came with reach you.
Fundy comes seeking you out as soon as he hears, all the way from his new place of residence. Las Nevadas.
You are proud of Fundy, he did good for himself, at least he tell you so.
He returns to your home, his home. Seeking comfort from the one who raised him, and you give him that.
You hold Fundy recounting your promises of keeping him safe. You refuse to let the man hurt his son once more.
You tell Fundy the next day that you need a new place to stay, he offers residence in Las Nevadas.
Yet you tell him, you’ve had enough of nations and wars.
He helps you, Fundy helps you make your new home.
While Fundy notices, he doesn’t say so.
Your new residence is nearly identical to your old one, yet more secluded and missing a room.
The room Wilbur used to stay in.
For while you were loyal to the once-living, then dead man. You aren’t loyal to the person who hurt his son. You aren’t loyal to the one wandering the lands now, and you wish not to invite him into your home.
Fundy calls in help from his new friends and your house is standing in mere weeks, you thank him by telling him even now that he no longer needs you, your home will always have space for him.
You hug him closely that night before he leaves.
You tell him you’re proud.
You tell him he has become so much more than his father.
You tell him he is great, and he deserves all the happiness you could ever wish upon. 1
Fundy tightens his arm around you as he silently cries into your shoulder.
But as always the universe has plans and waits for no one.
Fundy has to go back to his work, and you have stars to be mapped.
Finally using pen and paper again. For while it was a shared interest the living dead holds no hand over you.
You are a free bird and refuse to be caged by the people who only wish to bring hurt with them.
And then you count the days, for you know he will show up.
He has yet to not do so.
You spare him no surprise as the man with the white streak stands on your porch. Asking to sit down as your pen glides over the paper.
You knew he would come, yet had not expected him to do so when the stars are bright. And the night is long.
He does not talk, and you don’t invite him as the dawn breaks through.
You are the first to get up, and you retract into your cabin, as he walks away.
Then he comes back.
Night after night.
No words were spoken.
For days, weeks. This goes on.
Even when you travel to sell your maps to the sailors who comes by the Snowchester harbour, he sits silently on the porch waiting for your return that night.
You walk right past him, but stop when you hear him.
“I am sorry.”
It is all he says before he is up and gone into the night.
You find yourself hesitating, wishing to turn around and call out for him, but you don’t.
You retreat into your cabin and is reminded why you do this by the wall of memories in your house.
Pictures of your and Fundy and people you’ve met through the years adorning the wall.
He hurt Fundy, and he hurt you.
The next night you await an invitation into your home.
He takes it.
You tell him not to give you excuses, and he doesn’t.
He tells of the months in the cave, and the regret of his actions.
You tell him of the year you’ve raised Fundy, the years he wasn’t there. The months of agony, and the years of acceptance.
He tells of the love for you.
And you tell of the love you once held for the man.
He asks for forgiveness.
You offer consideration.
You tell him of the ghost that wandered the halls of your previous home. You tell of the actual ghost that stayed in the bed he used to sleep in.
You tell him that you are the last person he should ask forgiveness from again. You tell him of his son once again.
You tell him to not see you again until his son will look his own father in the eyes with something other than hatred, resentment, pity.
You tell him to never come back begging for love when he refused to love the people around him when they did.
You tell him that while you were once loyal, you are only loyal to the bright fox you raised and no other person.
You give him credit that night, you give him credit for knowing when to not push the buttons you have given him the control of.
That night you let yourself watch as he walks for the last time.
He might have once loved you, but the universe told him no.
He might have once wished to raise his son, yet you were the one to do so.
You hope him a fruitful journey, as the light on the porch burns out and you return to the warmth of your cabin ready to write a letter to Fundy.
The boy having taken to letter writing the same way his father did. You find yourself smiling at the thought each time you receive a letter from him.
While Fundy may never tell you of what happened when that letter arrived and you for the first time directly addressed him as your son to his own eyes. He cried.
While peace has finally settled and the wars are done being fought.
You're still making the twice-annual tracks out to Wilbur's Lone gravestone. For while the man is still walking amongst you now, you are still mourning the person he used to be.
The single slate under a tree stands on the far outskirts of what used to be L’Manberg.
"In memory of Wilbur Soot. Founder. President. Friend. Father. Son."
As usual, the titles coming before the personal bonds.
Although this year on his birthday another person is present. Not one wearing wings and a bucket hat.
Instead a redheaded woman you haven't seen in years.
One you never thought you would ever see again.
"As loyal to the man as ever." She smiles at you. Her eyes landing on the single yellow rose in your hand.
"As loyal as the wind to a cold summer day." You tell her. A phrase you haven't spoken since she asked you why you kept watching out for Fundy. “As loyal to the person he was before his symphony.” You add to it.
"I hope the years have been kind to you." She says as she watches you lay down the yellow rose beside the single gladioli.
Phil came at dawn.
You came at dusk.
"The years have been kind to those who got lucky." you tell her, "I've tried to make them as kind to Fundy as possible."
She hums.
"Still looking after him I take it?"
The question hangs in the air, and you know what she's asking.
Did you replace both of them?
You pull out your wallet and hand over one of the two pictures you carry with you.
Silent tears start to slip down her chins as she looks it over.
It's the one picture that survived from Fundy's first birthday. The one with Sally holding him and Wilbur holding the two of them.
The only birthday Sally ever saw.
"I know you might think I have replaced you. But I never could. I may have raised him as my own and let him chose me as his family, but I can never replace his parents. Not that I ever wanted."
Sally looks up at you, clearly unwilling to hand back the picture. But you still take it, and a piece of her it seems.
"Wilbur was a friend I treasured greatly, and I was happy for your love. But both of you burned brightly and burned your son in the way to seek your happiness."
You show her the other picture in your wallet. Not willing to let her touch it.
It's from a year ago when you finished the construction of your new house. It's of you and Fundy in front of the first thing you put up in the house. The great picture wall.
"But while you are his mother. I'm too selfish to let you into his life. However, I cannot stop you from travelling to Las Nevadas and see him from afar. But don't expect him to recognise you. Or treat you as kindly as I."
Sally nods tearing her eyes away from the photo. You put it away.
"I hope the years have been kind to you Sally and I hope your best years were the ones you spent with Wilbur, for his years were with you."
You tun away as the sun has dipped below the horizon wishing to return to your home before the mobs come creeping.
A letter on your table written by Fundy.
The letter tells of a redheaded woman who came by Las Nevadas in search of Fundy to find you.
The letter tells of his desire to know who the woman was, in her relation to you. Not wanting to see you be hurt by more people. Especially not the ones he brings into your house. Not again.
All you reply is an old friend whom you never expect to see again.
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Mistakes Were Made
Pairing: Yandere!Techno x Reader, Yandere!Ranbob x Reader, Yandere!Ranbutler x Reader
Request: Can I request you to write a scenario or headcanons on how yandere! Technoblade, yandere! Ranbutler and yandere! Ranbob would react to their darling being pregnant? Or their darling having their kids? It's alright if this is out if your comfort zone! Thank you and have a good day!
Word Count: 789
Warning: yandere, unhealthy behaviors, pregnancy.
Part 2 | The Mistake has Arrived
If this ever looks wonky/glitched, i have this properly archived on Ao3
A/N: The reader is AFAB/Female because,,, pregnancy.
Techno
This man won’t believe you’re pregnant when you first tell him. He goes straight to denial. You say you’re pregnant? Naw, you must be over thinking it. You’re just late or lying to get sympathy. You can’t trick him-
This ties you to him though. A child is a sign of ownership of a woman, right? Right men?? Prevents you from leaving since you’re in the middle of the tundra and you’re pregnant.
This ties you to him though. A child is a sign of ownership of a woman, right? Right men?? Prevents you from leaving since you’re in the middle of the tundra and you’re pregnant.
This ties you to him though. A child is a sign of ownership of a woman, right? Right men?? Prevents you from leaving since you’re in the middle of the tundra and you’re pregnant.
Absolutely scared of you now. Your hormones are all over the place and you’d probably kill him if he didn’t have pickles and peanut butter and all those other pregnant woman cravings. Because, ya know, that can be a big issue when you only have fucking potatoes-
So scared to cuddle you now because he’s scared he’ll hurt the baby. But he’ll still gently lay on you; specifically laying his head on your tummy. Especially since you’re pregnant. He’s protecting you! And when you grow a belly bump he hugs it. And reads to it. His kid is gonna be fucking smart and he’s gonna start learning before it leaves the fucking womb- They’re just gonna be the best, he knows it.
Ranbob
Babies? Pregnancy? What’s that? He has absolutely what you mean when you say you’re pregnant. Even after you explain it to him, his only reaction is just: wtf haha that’s sounds so wack! So weird!
You thought what he was doing before was worshipping? Think again because now it’s like ten fold. You look like a goddess! Especially pregnant! And It’s his kid-he’s so blessed!
Another man that fears you because of your cravings. Like daaaamn you’re scary. You want this? Yes right away! Wait hold up what’s that? Oh okay he’ll do his best! Yeah it’s not down here in Mizu but he’ll try his best-
Fucking loves the baby before it’s even born. Hugging you and talking to the baby even though it isn’t really born yet. He just keeps telling it how beautiful you are, how it’s mother is so kind. Oh the baby is gonna be so loved- He’s enamored by the baby bump. Like he’s so happy when he’s hugging you that he purrs and that's just hella cute. Sometimes it’ll elicit a kick, and he just does it even more.
Tried to escape before? Now you can’t! First off you’d drown if you tried to swim away but now this ties you even more. Like you’re eventually waddling around everywhere and have trouble moving. Practically immobile near the end of the pregnancy. So he takes care of you and he feels so happy when that happens!
Scrambled around, trying to find the best that remained in Mizu for the baby. There isn’t much, but he’ll find something! It may not be a lot, but it was picked with love. The baby deserves the best, after all.
Ranbutler
You must really love him if you were pregnant! Nobody would just carry someone else’s baby without caring for the father. It’s just obvious.
So pleased with himself about it and extremely happy that you finally got pregnant. This is exactly what he wanted! A little family of his own. And with you! Oh this is the dream!
He doesn’t fear you because of your hormones and cravings. Sir Billiam helped make him desensitized to such angry and impatient people. Creating the best skill set to help you through the pregnancy. Deals with shit like this on the daily. Yeah he doesn’t exactly want to come home to this, but he knows how to deal with it. Plus it’s for a good cause! It’ll pay off in the end.
Like Ranbob, he’ll be absolutely enamored by the baby before it’s born. It’s the perfect combination of you two. And you’re the mother!!! God it’s so perfect already! Views it like it’s an angel; it can literally do no wrong. And neither can you, for that matter. But that’s besides the point.
Much more protective of you now that you’re pregnant. If he’s not around you, then he’ll leave you in the room of the egg. The egg is the best option besides him; it promised to protect you. Previously it promised you to him and that happened, so anything the egg says must be true.
You know he wouldn’t mind going through this again if it meant another kid with you. Or another. Oh come on please? Can he have this one itsy-bitsy thing from you? He loves you so much!
#tw: yandere#dodo writing#tw: pregnancy#c: ranbob#c: ranbutler#c: techno#yandere ranbutler#yandere ranbob#yandere techno#techno x reader#technoblade x reader#ranbutler x reader#yandere techno x reader#yandere#dream smp x reader#tales from the smp x reader#ranbob x reader
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