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(CALL THE) NUMBER OF THE BEAST
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PAIRING: Demon!Tangotek x GN!Reader
SUMMARY: You thought it was a joke. A goof. A funny ‘ha-ha’ story to tell to your friends later- how you tried to summon a demon. However, things haven’t exactly gone to plan, and now you’re stuck trying to send a resident to hell back to where he belongs. Too bad that he’s decided that’s wherever you are.
WARNINGS: Language, body horror, demonic imagery, blood and injury, self-mutilation/self-harm (as part of a ritual), fire, implied/referenced murder
A/N: Hey there demon(s), it’s me, ya boi. I lowkey may have stayed up past midnight to get this out on time, but we’re not going to talk about that!!! I had a lot of fun with this fic, and I really think it shows. Enjoy!
The chalk slid smoothly over the kitchen tile, the soft, rasping sound that it elicited filling your ears. Dust as black as pitch already coated your palms, the pads of your fingers, your skin- smeared shapes like the handprints of an absent-minded artist.
An intricate pattern of concentric circles, squares, and lines spread like flowering nightshade from where you were, kneeling in the center. They, too, were as dark as if they had been burnt into the ceramic; the loose powder surrounding the thick, confident marks looked like ashes.
Sitting back on your heels, you inspected your work with a critical eye. A hundred bucks was a hundred bucks, and if you didn’t at least try one of the spells in the old, creepy grimoire you’d found in the attic, you weren’t getting a cent.
Actually, in that case, you’d be getting negative cents.
You’d like to think that you were a reasonable, well-adjusted person. You’d finished college and gotten your degree, you worked a six hour shift at the local bookstore, and you put in an effort to keep in touch with your friends.
Which is why summoning a demon was somewhat uncharacteristic for you.
Your college roommate had invited you to hang out at their house last weekend, and of course, you’d accepted. They, a couple of their buddies they’d brought along, and you started drinking. You got buzzed. Then, naturally, you all started talking about random shit.
Of course, that random shit included all the weird and probably-cursed cult paraphernalia that had been left behind in the house that you’d moved into.
Your roommate had dared you, words almost slurred beyond comprehension, to try out one of the spells you’d found. At this point, you were nearing the point where you were starting to black out; your brain was starting to shut down, but your body got all ‘eye of the tiger’ and soldiered on.
So, like a dumbass, you agreed.
And bet one hundred dollars on it.
(To be fair, you never said you were smart. Just reasonable.)
You honestly felt quite silly standing there in the middle of your kitchen, staring down at the dark symbols you’d copied with a painstaking hand. Although you’d fully committed to winning this stupid bet after five days of twiddling your thumbs, you’d underestimated the amount of time it’d taken to get through the ritual. You’d started at around seven thirty, and it was now almost one.
In your defense, the book wasn’t easy to read. Most of it was in some strange, latin-like script that hurt your eyes if you stared at it too long; words slithered across the paper like rattlesnakes if your gaze unfocused for even a moment.
Luckily for you, however, you had ignored the ominous thoughts in the back of your head that begged you to stop now before it was too late and managed to reach the final step in your handy dandy ‘how-to-summon-a-demon-for-dummies’ guide. Hooray!
All that was left was the sacrifice.
Stepping back, careful not the smudge the chalk lines that were already starting to flake from the combined force of the AC system and the vibrations of your footfalls, you crossed over the salt circle that enclosed the whole shabang.
Tea candles- those little ones that you buy in bulk to put in Jack O’ Lanterns- flickered ominously, crackling and spitting not dissimilarly from oil in a pan. You had dimmed all sources of light beyond those candles and the nightlights plugged into the wall, so the flames cast eerie, dancing shadows all over the room.
You grimaced, regarding the kitchen knife placed on the counter next to you. The blade gleamed red and gold, flashing as you delicately picked it up.
The sight of blood wasn’t new to you, nor did it freak you out, but drawing it from yourself was an entirely different matter from the times you’d fallen and scraped your knees as a kid. It was different when you were doing it- when you were drawing blood from yourself intentionally. It made something underneath your skin writhe with discomfort.
Steadying your grip as much as you could, and ignoring the slight tremor in your hand, you pressed the point of the knife to the meat of your thigh. You’d read somewhere that the fattier parts of the body the better regarding pain- and you weren’t about to stab yourself in the ass.
You gritted your teeth as you drew the blade across your skin. A part of you wanted to shut your eyes and look away, but the more logical side commanded you to pay attention despite the sharp, stinging pain.
Despite the shallowness of the cut, it was already bleeding profusely. Rivulets of thick, coppery liquid already ran down your leg, dripping down onto the flat of your bare foot. In the low light, your blood almost looked as black as the chalk still coating your palms. The air filled with the faint scent of metal and salt.
Hastily, you set the knife down with a clatter. Pressing your fingers to the wound, you hissed at the sparks of pain that erupted from the contact. Blood mixed with the powder on your hands, coagulating into a sludgey mess that clung to your skin.
You flicked some of the mixture off of your hands and into the circle, pursing your lips to soften your disgust. The book had never specified how much of your blood should be used, and although you really wanted to win the bet, you weren’t about to sacrifice a pint to a ritual that might not even work.
A mix between a groan and a gag tore itself from your throat as you pressed a palm flat to your wound, watching more blood begin to drip from the gaps in between your fingers. With your other hand, you reached blindly for the tape and gauze that you’d set aside specifically for this moment, tearing a thick wad of the stuff off with your teeth and messily taping it to your thigh.
It wasn’t really sanitary, but then again, it wasn’t as if anything else you were doing was.
Fumbling with the book, you winced as you smeared chalky blood over the pages- staining the fragile paper with black-grey-red fingerprints. You flipped through the pages somewhat frantically, muttering curses to yourself as pain once again twinged through your leg. After a tense moment, you exclaimed softly to yourself.
You’d highlighted the incantation to summon the demon, and the garish yellow-green pigment now glared up at you from the page. The book must’ve been made with parchment or something, because the color was soft and fragmented at the edges unlike the clean, hard cut of highlighter on printer paper.
Clearing your throat, you ignored the way the letters slipped in and out of focus, mirage-like, and began to read.
“Primo ad nonum daemones,” you incanted, nearly choking as the syllables ran like water from your mouth, “vocationem meam audite et attendite.”
Immediately, the guttering tea candles stilled. Every dancing flame went straight and tall, burning white-hot. The dimmed lights buzzed, and an electrical hum seemed to fill the air. Your stomach swooped- the same sensation that one would beget standing at a precipice.
“ Sanguis meus gratis inferis datus est, et mihi paciscor.”
When did it get so cold? Your skin was chilled and damp with sweat, breath stuttering in your lungs from the shiver that wracked your body. The low hum that filled the back of your mind seemed to intensify. Static was all you could hear.
The voices whispering in your ear shrieked soundlessly, then disappeared.
“Caro mea velamen tollit, ossa mea signaculum portant, et anima- et anima mea ligat.”
Each word that escaped from your mouth burned your tongue like a firebrand, each more painful than the last. You felt like you were choking on your own blood as you spat out the last syllable, shuddering uncontrollably.
At some point, you had dropped the book. It was burning, delicate paper and dark leather cover flaking into ashes.
You couldn’t move, could hardly breathe; With each passing moment the pressure inside your chest increased, like someone had gripped your heart and decided to squeeze. Distantly, you recognized that your limbs were trembling.
“Quod fit non recipi.”
The lights cut out, and, like a great exhale of breath, the candles extinguished.
Shit.
For a few heartbeats, the only sound was your ragged breathing. Then, something shuffled in front of you. Something hard and sharp slid across the tile, sounding an awful lot like the knife still resting on the countertop.
Freezing, you felt your heart began to beat faster, hammering at your ribcage. Even your chest stilled, and you swallowed thickly to suppress a whimper. It smelled like a nauseating mix of sulfur and your own blood.
“Well,” a masculine voice murmured, tone colored with a mixture of surprise and amusement. “It’s certainly been a long time since someone’s had the guts to summon me.”
In a blink, the lights were reignited. However, instead of the warm, yellow hues that you’d been familiar with your entire life, they were blue. The tall, still flames that rose from the candlewick looked like they’d been carved out of luminous blue ice, hardly seeming to move.
You’d be more awed by it if you weren’t distracted by the dark figure standing in the center of the ritual circle.
It wasn’t very big- only a few inches taller than you, if you had to guess, and shaped like a person; two legs, two arms, and a head attached to a torso. However, everything about it was off.
It’s arms were too long, fingers tipped with glossy claws brushing the sides of its knees. It’s legs were longer at the ankle, forcing it to balance on its toes. It’s proportions were too different- like a poorly made puppet.
Every movement, from the tilt of its head to the roll of its shoulders was too smooth, too easy. Like there was no muscles, no internal structure to add resistance. You couldn’t contain your gasp as it’s neck made a horrendous, wet crack, spinning well past the limits of the human body to survey the room.
A long, black tail snaked out from behind it, pooling to the floor. Shards of what looked like volcanic glass were embedded in its forehead in the mockery of a crown, dripping with black and red blood. Similar pieces were buried in its spine and shoulders, bristling like spines.
“Shit,” you murmured.
With another snap, its head spun back around.
The demon’s face was pale, almost bloodless, and you could see the spiderweb of blue-black veins that ran below the surface. Pitch black holes were nested where its eyes should be, white, cat-like pupils narrowed in on your trembling figure. It grinned as you made eye contact, running a blue tongue over- what the hell, how many teeth does this guy have?!
If you squinted, it would almost look human. A spiky, aggressively emo human- but a human nonetheless. However, since you had somewhat of a sense of self-preservation, you weren’t doing that. No- you were wide-eyed and gaping, glued to the floor as you stared at the monstrosity before you.
“Excuse me,” it chirped, looking far too smug for its friendly tone to be genuine. “You summoned me, didn’t you?”
You blinked down at what remained of the grimoire. “... I guess.”
It grinned brilliantly, still with too many needle-like teeth. “Excellent!”
Then, it stepped over the salt circle. You hardly had time to squawk before it had seized your chin in its hands, turning your face this way and that as it inspected you. You would’ve pulled away, but the brush of the demon’s talons against the delicate skin of your throat was enough to have you falling still.
Every piece of media about demons you’d ever seen were different, but one thing seemed to largely hold the same: they couldn’t cross salt circles. It was one of the only effective ways to trap them, besides silver mirrors and maybe not summoning them in the first place- at least, according to what you’ve seen.
And then this asshole goes and dropkicks that knowledge into the fucking sun.
“Oooh,” it hummed, gaze calculating. “You’re a looker, aren’t you.”
It glanced down towards the hasty bandage job you’d done, a sly smile playing on its lips. It reached down, either oblivious to or ambivalent to your protests, and ran a finger through the still-drying blood.
Licking its hand clean, it’s pupils flared, growing to the size of nickels. “Tasty, too.”
Regaining your nerve, you shoved it away, stumbling back. It watched you go with an almost disappointed (?) expression, folding its arms across its chest. You finally stopped when your back hit a wall, refusing to take your gaze off the creature in front of you.
“... What the hell,” you managed to croak out. Was this shock? Were you going into shock?
The demon smirked. You were really starting to hate it when it did that.
“Indeed.”
Picking up the knife you’d set on the counter, it toyed with blade, whetting it against its talons. It paused, looking at it contemplatively, before rolling its eyes back to you.
“You’re new to this, aren’t you?”
It wasn’t a question.
Hesitantly, you nodded. While you were seriously regretting your decision to summon a demon of all things instead of, like, one of the easier spells, you didn’t see a point in lying to it about that. As far as you knew, magic wasn’t real up until two minutes ago.
The demon sighed. “Alrighty then. I thought you would be- it makes more sense.
“So, this is how this thing works. You ask for something- I don’t know, you want some guy who crossed you to mysteriously disappear, endless riches, fame and beauty- and I make it happen!”
It’s eyes gleamed red. “For a price, of course.”
Despite your fear, you deadpanned. The last thing you were doing was signing a deal with the devil. “No, thank you.”
“You don’t have a choice,” it countered. “You summoned me. I can’t return back to my realm until our, ah… business is complete.”
You threw your hands up. “Well, I’m not selling my soul or whatever else a creature of darkness would want!”
The demon pouted, looking almost offended for a moment. You didn’t trust it. “Hey- rude. Depending on the boon, I would only ask for, like, your childhood memories. Maybe your firstborn?”
“This is not helping your argument,” you sighed, glaring at it hollowly. It stared at you, grin melting until its expression was blank and unreadable. It’s tail lashed, slashing bluntly at the floor.
“If you don’t make a deal, I’m stuck here with you,” it cautioned once more.
You bared your teeth at it. “Fuck. You.”
It blinked, and for a moment you thought that this was it, you were going to die. Your last moments would be spent with a creature that wanted your soul for nefarious purposes, you would never get those hundred dollars-
The demon laughed, nearly doubling in on itself from the force. After a few seconds it looked back up at you, wiping a tear from its eye that sizzed as it hit the floor. In a blink, it was in front of you, staring at you with blown pupils.
“You’re delightful,” it whispered, sounding awfully delighted itself. “This is going to be so much fun.”
You blanched as it took your hands in its own, flipping over one to press a sharp kiss to your inner wrist. The demon grinned up at you, sly.
“Good luck getting rid of me now, angel. I’ll have your soul whether you want me two or not.”
It stood up, lengthening the spine until it towered over you. Its pupils burned in the shadows cast across its face, exactly the same as the flames at its back.
“The name’s Tango, sweetheart. You won’t forget it.”
There’s no turning back now for you- you were his. Tango would make sure of it.
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Settle down 2: C!Tango Tek x reader
Description: You and Tango make up after not talking after your last visit to his house.
Warnings: Crying, heavy conversations, mention of sleeping around.
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You sigh silently, trying not to alert the person next to you sleeping as you slipped away. Collecting your scattered clothes quietly around the room, you put them on in silent haste and casting one last look at the bed before opening the door and hurrying out. Making your way out of the base, you simply decided to stroll through the evening air. instead of flying home which was much faster. There was something about the night air that helped you clean your head in a way no other thing could. It was like the light breeze just blew the useless thoughts out of your head, letting you focus on what you wanted. Nothing had felt truly right for quite a few days. You’d done as you normally did, sleeping with whoever left their doors open for you when your own mind was too loud. But it didn’t seem to drown out your worries like it had used to. Something was different, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.
The only clue you had was the fact that it had all started after the last time you were with Tango. You had not even seen him since, but you just knew it was about him, about the conversation you had. Maybe it was because you missed him, even if your brain wanted to deny it. He had been keeping his distance, and you were in no position to seek him out considering the rough way your last interaction ended. You didn’t really know if he was mad at you or just couldn’t handle seeing you, or even if you had not seen each other due to coincidence. It just seemed unlikely.
You stop to look up at the moon, assessing how late it was. It had to be at least midnight by now, and it was getting a bit chilly so you stuffed your hands in your pockets trying to shield them from the winds. Walking by a rock, you kicked it a bit, watching it tumble down a small hill, which coincidentally landed right in front of the path leading to Tango's house. You couldn’t help but just stand there, staring at it for a second, thinking about it. With what he had said last time, you know you shouldn’t. Besides, he was definitely asleep by now. Nothing good could come of waking him up at this hour, you reasoned. But you were so restless, your mind begging for weightlessness, to no longer be encumbered by worries, stress and guilt. Even though your rationality told you to just go home and find something else to keep your mind occupied, your heart told you that you needed to see him. You didn’t even really know why. There was nothing you could really do to fix what was going on between you, and he had basically begged you not to come use him again.
Yet your legs moved as if they had a mind of their own, and you found yourself walking towards his house. When you got close enough, you saw that the light was still on in the room that was his office. You reckoned he was staying up late, working on plans for a new build. It wasn’t something that he did often, but it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to stay up whenever he was planning something new either. It made you sort of excited, wondering what sort of project he had planned. Not that he would show you, with how your relationship was currently going. Despite your better judgment you knocked softly on the door, your touch on the door feather light, as if almost hoping he didn’t hear it so you could change your mind.
But despite your quiet knock, he must have still heard you as you heard shuffling inside before the door opened, revealing a tired looking Tango. It didn’t just look like he had stayed up too late, it was the kind of tiredness where it was clear he hadn’t been sleeping well for more than just one night. He had slight bags starting to form under his eyes. When he saw you, curiosity melted away from his face and was replaced with a more pitying look. You didn’t know if it was for you or for himself. “It’s incredibly late.” He simply told you, and you were unsure what the words really meant. His voice didn’t have any sign of anger, like he was telling you to fuck off. It sounded more like just a statement, like he didn’t really know what he meant by it either. But you must have thought about what to respond for too long, cause he sighed and stepped aside, like he was allowing you in. And again, despite your better judgment, you took the invitation and went inside, letting him close the door behind you.
“I’m working on something.” He told you, walking towards his office and you followed behind him. When you entered the office, he simply sat down, putting his head in his hand and distracting himself by looking at the paper spread out over his desk. He was spinning a pencil in one hand, making it look like he was actually thinking about what he was doing. But you both knew it was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment. You just stood there, watching him awkwardly, not really knowing what you wanted or why you were there either. Deciding your legs were tired, you went over and took the seat next to him, but he didn’t look up or even acknowledge your movement. Wanting his attention, you placed your hand on his knee. All it did was simply make him sigh, before he scratched the back of his head. Then he turned to look at you finally. He simply stared, tired.
You reached out your hand to touch his face, like you were reaching out to try to hold onto the fractured relationship. He let you do it, placing your hand gingerly on his cheek and looking into his eyes. His expression looked strained, like he was in pain. It was clear he was starting to hold back tears. Then with a shivering sigh he spoke. “I basically begged you not to do this to me again.” He says, closing his eyes and pressing his face into your hand even further, stabilizing your hand by placing his own underneath yours. He’s holding onto it more steadily than normal, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he doesn’t keep it tight in his hold. Then you hear the sniffle, and his body starts shaking a bit and you know he’s crying.
And it’s like all your repressed emotions finally reach the point where you can’t bottle it up anymore and you put your head down out of pure instinct so he can’t see you if he looked up. Even in this state, your mind won’t let you be truly open. You can’t have anyone see you cry. But you can’t stop the small sobs escaping your lips. And it seems to grab his attention, as you can feel his head tilt up from your hand to look at you. He removes his hand from yours and he uses both his hands to grab your face. You try to fight it at first, but in the end you let him tilt your head upwards so he can see you. Tears are streaming down your face, and you can’t imagine you look very good crying, but for some reason he smiles.
You don’t know if it’s just him trying to put you first, like the kind person he is, but he laughs in what you assume at first is an attempt to lighten the mood a tiny bit. But then you realize it’s a genuine laugh, and you’re confused. “I don’t think I’ve ever really seen you.. Emotional. God, that sounds wrong.” He laughs even more at his dumb wording, but you also understand what he means. He’s been wanting for you to show some kind of humanity in the situation that you’ve put the two of you in, and it must be so relieving to him to realize you’re also emotionally invested. “I’m sorry.” Is all you can muster out, and he smiles before wiping away some of your tears with his thumb before bringing your foreheads together to rest on each other. It’s a very intimate moment, as you’re both just sitting there together, sharing the company of one another, crying.
After a good while, when you’ve both calmed down, you pull away. Then you wipe your face on your shirt to try and make yourself at least a little bit more presentable. “I think I’m in love with you too, Tango.” You finally say, wiping the last bit of tears away with your sleeve and sniffling. He looks at you, shocked at the confession. As much as you shared something extremely personal in the moment just now, you don’t think he expected it to be more than that. Maybe he expected you to just fall back into the normalcy of before where you would just go to him when you needed him, but you felt like at this point you were beyond that.
“I hated not seeing you, as much as I tried to drown out my mind it didn’t really work this time no matter what I did- my mind always wandered back to you. I-” You paused, not really sure of yourself. The truth was, you’d never really felt anything like this and you didn’t want to mislead him, if this was just your mind's way of getting back what you wanted. But it did truly feel like you loved him. “I think that means I love you.”
You were looking at him, seeking affirmation that you were right. That this feeling you had been bottling up was indeed love. But he couldn’t give you that comfort. “I can’t tell you what you’re feeling, obviously. But if you think it is, then it probably is.” He said, giving the ball back to you. He was making it clear this was not for him to decide, but this was your own feelings you had to figure out. You looked down to your lap, unsure of yourself. But then after a while, you decided that this was probably what it was. Wanting to test it, you looked back up at him, and he was still staring at you so softly. But this time it felt right. It didn’t make you feel guilty. And it gave you the confidence to test it, as you grabbed his arm and brought him in for a kiss that he happily returned. It was different, but not bad. It wasn’t like the normal kisses you shared with people. It felt more significant- like it wasn’t just born of desperation and lust.
Pulling apart, your face rested close to each other, making you able to feel his hot breath on your face. “I think it is.” You whispered, and he laughed and put his head on your shoulder. You could feel his smile that lingered against your skin, and it did make your heart flutter a bit. It wasn’t a feeling you could say you’d ever really felt before. But it did feel sort of good.
“Where do we go from here?” You asked him, unsure of what this actually meant. You don’t think you’ve ever really loved someone, and if you had then you’d just simply never committed to it. But in the moment that’s what this felt like it was. The kiss you just shared, and the words you just uttered was you committing to him and letting him know you were willing to try to be only with him.
Standing up suddenly, he wrapped his hands underneath your knees and hoisted you up to carry you out of the room. “I don’t know, but I think we can start with sleeping. I’m insanely tired.” He explained, and you laughed, letting yourself relax against him and putting your head on his chest. You could hear his heartbeat, and it calmed you. Simply submitting to your own feelings felt nice, actually. “Everyones going to be so mad at you for taking me off the market.” You told him, and he laughed and you could tell it came from deep in his stomach. It made him happy because in a way it was an admittance that this was it, now it was you two. It was exclusive. You were both tired, and as soon as you collapsed into his bed together you both fell asleep in each other's arms.
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I have like 4 reqs in my inbox rn dont worry ill get to that but have this because ive been consuming 3rd life content like kirby
Anyways have a short Limited Life fic <3
-ˋˏ✄— Rest Easy, I'm here
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ TangoTek x Reader
Pronouns: they/them
"Rest. It's late."
.navigation. // .hermitcraft & empires smp masterlist.
CW!!
—Mentions of death & violence
—Slight Limited Life spoilers
Y/n L/n doesn’t sleep. Not when you’re surrounded by people who are either the boogeyman or red life. People who would take your life to increase the clock attached to them. To lengthen their time and cut yours.
Y/n L/n doesn’t sleep. But it isn’t to watch over their own timer, or to keep themself safe. They could probably just stay in one of the world borders and hide until daytime.
But instead, they found themself in team TIES’ tower. Instead, they found themself watching over their allies’ base in case of a wandering Scar or one of the Bad Boys with a plan.
Instead, they found themself sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall in the underground area of the TIES tower, a drowsy Tango beside them. Running from yellows and having his green life taken by Skizzleman had been a tiring experience for him.
He dozed off and snapped awake. His head lolled forwards before jerking back up, hitting the wall a couple of times. Y/n watched him with a raised brow, fighting back the weak yawn that rose in their throat.
“Tired, Tek?” They wondered, amused.
Tango groaned and wiped his eyes. He brought his legs up and nestled his head in his crossed arms, sighing heavily. A single eye peeked out to look at them. “No?”
His response caused a light chuckle out of Y/n, who shook their head fondly. “You can sleep, you know. Running away from all those yellow lives took a toll out of you, Tango.”
Tango shook his head. “And leave you watching over TIES tower alone? Nu-uh! It’d be rude to fall asleep before a guest!”
“I insist. You look horrible.”
Tango pouted, now facing Y/n. “Aww, how could you? Me, horrible? I didn’t think you were capable of insulting me, of all people!”
They let a fond smile slip on their lips, grinning when he yawned. “Maybe it’s the sleep getting to you. Maybe you’re imagining me insulting you.”
“Oh, now you’re gaslighting me? Shame on you. Shame!” Tango let out a few tired giggles before another yawn slipped off his mouth. “Or—yeah, maybe it is the sleep.”
“Go on then.”
Leaning his head back on the wall with crossed arms, Tango hummed. “But what if I stay up a bit longer with you? That sounds fun, right?”
Y/n thanked the night, as the lights remained off and Tango was unable to see their darkening face. But they knew Tango, and they knew that he knew.
“Yeah, sure, but if you do fall asleep, you’ll be awake enough to see me in the morning properly and not in the dark.”
Tango’s voice wavered tiredly. “And does it matter if I see you at all? What if I just want to—” a yawn cuts through his sentence ”—stay with you?”
Y/n smiled at him, watching as he dozed off once again.
“Then if you sleep, I’ll stay here with you.”
“That sounds nice too,” Tango said as his eyes drifted close. “Yeah. You’ll stay the night?”
“Just for you, Tango.”
Tango smiled, humming. His hum turned into light snores, before he was fully asleep. His head tilted forwards before Y/n caught it gently in their hand, guiding his head to lean on them. They watched Tango with a fondness, humming a quiet tune that echoed in the underground of the TIES tower.
They wouldn’t sleep that night, they decided. And maybe they wouldn’t sleep a few more nights for Tango Tek.
—PATCHWRK!
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Hermittober day 1-Frost 🍄💐🎃
Paring- Tangotek x reader
Warnings- I forgot it was almost October so I wrote this at 1 in the morning so it is probably poorly written and really short.
Summary- After your boyfriend's odd blue rebrand, you realize just how cold he’s become
Notes-WOOOO HERMITTOBER! I’ve never participated in an October-themed challenge, so this is fun:]. I hope you guys enjoy it!
It was a nice summer day, with a clear blue sky and warm weather. You were building today so you’re glad it isn’t too warm out.
You grab your shulker box and go to head out when you see Tango. You hadn’t seen him since the start of the season when he happily declared to you his plans to change from his normal fiery self to a cold frosty citadel leader.
You drop your shulker box and run over to hug him like you normally would but you’re shocked by a cold chill. “Jezzus!” You yell, letting go of Tango.
“Hm? Y/n? What’s wrong?” Tango asks. He turns around to look at you, stopping his building.
“Why is your skin so cold!? It’s usually so warm!” You’re still in a state of shock when you ask this. Tango gestures vaguely to all the ice around him. You look at him for a bit.
“......I’m not cuddling you tonight” You joke.
“Hey wait no! You can’t do that!”
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Powered By Redstone (And Love)
Pairing: C! Tangotek x reader, C!Solidarity Gaming x Reader, C! Tangotek x C!Solidarity Gaming
Summary: In which you dive into a death game and find love within it (And how to make fire-resistant shirts)
Genre: Fluff, pure heart-melting tooth-rotting fluff
Words: 3.4k
Extra notes: This was based off of @lunarcrown's comic!!! Go check them out they are amazing and fuel my rancher duo needs <3 Also I looped 'Golden Hour' by JVKE while I wrote most of this so If you want ot listen to that while you read, feel free too!
Content warnings (If any): None
"Y/n!" Grian exclaimed. He was on his knees trying to beg you to join his new server and you sat declining
'Double Life' he called it
It was a death game, everyone knew that and even if your home server was FAR from nice, you at least had more than three lives to live.
"Grian, if I join, then the number will be uneven. Do you have another person to make it even?" You asked softly and brought Grian from off the ground
"Well yes, but they haven't answered yet." Grian said, "They should answer before it starts though!"
You let out a sigh and said "Fine. I'll Join."
"Yes!" Grian said under his breath "I promise you won't regret it! You'll love it! There are thrills, guts, and glory!"
"I'm sure it will be wonderful. Maybe I'll meet a life partner there. Who knows?" You entertained the avian but somewhere deep inside you actually hoped your words come true
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When the time came, you quickly walked out of your home server, it was mainly dead anyway but there were rumors that there would be an activity minimum for it, and into the new server. It was there where you were met with everyone else and you began to count
15...
There were 15 people on the server including you.
"Y/n!" Grian smiled and walked to you "You're the last one on!"
"You said there wouldn't be an uneven number!" Y/n said and grabbed the avian by his shoulders and shook him
"Mum- bo- could- n't- Jo- in-" Grian said as you shook him and soon escaped your grasps with a breath of relief
"It'll be fine, Y/n." Scott came up to you "All it means is that the code will match one of us to an already existing couple."
You lean into him with a pout and say "I hope I'm at least paired with you. I know literally no one else except for you and Grian."
"You need to meet some new people." Scott said, "I mean, I see a pretty canary staring straight at you."
When Scott said that he dragged your eyes from his to another man. One who flushed a bright red once he realized he was caught looking at you and you held back a coo. With beautiful chocolate brown eyes shining in the sun, golden hair and wings fluttering and being ruffled with the wind, and the gorgeous flush across his face, you murmured
"I wouldn't mind being paired with that cutie."
"Our resident canary in a coal mine." Scott murmured "Jimmy's got this weird thing where he's the first out every season. Maybe you can change that."
"I don't know. I think he's fine just the way he is. I mean I'm here for a good time not a long time." You winked at the cyan-haired male
Soon their attention was directed to grian who explained what was going on and what would be happening and the group split their separate ways.
Hours later, you were very grateful you came back to spawn to scope out some places to live because one minute you were walking under the spawn trees, and then next there was a sharp pain in your right side, ringing, and then it stopped.
<Tango> was blown up by a creeper
<Y/ndoesthings> died
<SolidarityGaming> died
When you opened your eyes, you were in a tree and there was a shrill voice going "WHAT HAPPENED TANGO?!" and a dull pain rushed into your ankle, someone must have jumped down from their tree
"Is Everyone okay?" You asked and saw both tango and Jimmy
"Oh! Hi! Hi- I'm so sorry!" He cried out and placed his face in his hands to hide
"Take me through it, What- What's happened there?" Jimmy asked
"There was some caving and then there might have been about seven zombies and a spider and- You're being butted!" Tango said, still atop one of the many trees at spawn.
Jimmy was the one that jumped down and was currently holding his stomach from being headbutted by a stay goat. Tango jumped down and You followed his lead. Once you were down from your tree you went up to each of the boys and asked
"Is everyone okay?"
The two nodded in response and you used both of your hands to cup one of their cheeks, which is a touch they melted into. Once you let go, they continued with their conversation and You went to grab your things, which were thankfully only like 10 feet away. Once you came back, tango was apologizing again and Jimmy is pacing around.
"All right, let's go meet up in a bit, I need to go grab my stuff before it despawns!" He said
"I don't even know where I was!" Tango realized "I just lost everything, yeah- I have no idea where I was."
"You two go and try to get your things back. If anything, come back here and I'll have extra supplies for you guys." Y/n spoke up and placed a gentle hand on both of their shoulders "I snagged a bunch of iron so don't worry for now. just try and grab your things."
But your words were barely heard as the boys panicked and laughed. After a minute, Jimmy and Tango decided to head up on a tree for a better leverage point to look. You followed the two boys as they talked and made what they needed for a hiding spot in case they die again.
Once they did that (and tango placed a stick in to claim it), Jimmy went his separate way and left Y/n and Tango together.
"How are you feeling?" You asked softly
"Guilty," Tango admitted and his shoulders slumped "this was the worst way to meet me- to meet us."
"Maybe," You hummed gently and picked a stray Daisy and gave it to the man, the piping hot blaze rods burning brighter as Tango took it and flushed a pink "But we didn't have to find each other by running around like headless chickens and while we might be yellows now, I don't think I'd rather be yellow with anyone else."
Tango made a flustered noise and You could help but find it so endearing. This man, who was at least a good two feet taller than you, was burning bright red, golden hair flickering as if it were going to burst into flames and smoke coming off his back.
Actually, now that you looked at him you noticed he wore a tight-fitting black crop top (that did wonders for his lean figure hubba hubba-) that had dipped down into a point to connect and clip onto his black cargo pants with cuffs around his wrists and the top of his bicep but the ones around his wrists were loose and had short chains dangling from them.
When you finally looked at his face, Ruby red eyes glittered with amusement and an open mouth smirked and showed off sharp canine teeth.
"Like what you see?" He grinned and you swatted at him
"Yeah, you look fine as hell," you winked and he laughed
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Hours later, Jimmy came back with nothing and a disappointed face only to find out you had a chest full of items for him ready and to see that you and Tango were suited up in Iron gear.
"What-" He said and You saw his shoulders sag "How-"
"Check the chest Jimmy," You said and watched as he opened it
Sunlight beamed onto his face, blinding him for a second.
"My bad, probably a bad idea to face the opening of the chest to face where the sun is shining. It was supposed to be for dramatic effect though." Tango said and turned the chest away from the sun and spilled all the goods inside. Iron armor, a diamond pickaxe and sword, food, and small trinkets the two had piled up for Jimmy fell from the chest.
"is- Is all this for me?" he asked softly and knelt to the ground and grabbed the sword with a shakey touch and his eyes shone with unshed tears "Why- You didn't have-"
"We wanted to. It's not much but we hope you enjoy it." You smiled and kneeled in front of him "Most of it I already had in my inventory so..."
"Y/n actually put the whole chest together," Tango pointed out with a satisfied smirk, and watched as a bashful flush spread across their cheeks and to their ears "They thought of the idea and organized everything. I just added in two things you might've liked."
"Would it be too early in our relationship to kiss you two?" Jimmy asked, eyes glittering like topaz with the sun shining its golden rays on his already sunkissed skin
"I wouldn't think so," You smiled and cupped his face with both of your hands to pull him into a gentle kiss, electricity burning through you when your lips brushed against his, Tango coming up beside you to steal Jimmy away for another soft kiss to his lips and to press a chaste one against yours.
Jimmy tasted like bubblegum and Tango tasted like cinnamon.
You just found your two new favorite flavors.
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A day or so later, the home you and Tango had been constructed and Jimmy had brought in cows and some other essential things needed.
The three of you deemed yourself, The Ranchers.
A silly nickname but you can't bring yourself to protest as Jimmy and Tango have their hearts set on making a monopoly on getting some farm animals and how can you say no to your Ruby and Topaz?
Your precious jewels... Oh how you love them so.
As the three of you took a break though, Jimmy asked about Tango's choice of shirt wear.
He wore crop tops like there weren't any left in the world
And there wasn't anything wrong with it, in fact, both Jimmy and You had admitted to the man that you loved the fact that he showed off his lean and slender frame and his tummy in general.
Although, there were multiple times where Jimmy has been extremely flustered at the sight of Tango.
Once, When tango was doing his redstone while you and Jimmy were watching, the blaze hybrid has asked for a comparator and while You were drooling over him, Jimmy grabbed a bucket and attempted to give it to the man.
"Jimmy," Tango said as he perched his red goggles on his head "That's a bucket."
With those words, The avian flushed a bright red and placed the bucket upside down on his head, and bolted having You and Tango run after him laughing and attempting to calm him down.
He was wearing his favorite shirt then, just like he was now.
"Powered by Redstone"
That had to be one of Tango's favorite phrases, especially when he's planning out his next masterpiece for his other dimension.
At least he thinks.
He doesn't quite remember, no one does. He says it's blurry and that he knows he was working on some huge build that needs a lot of redstone and attention but he can't quite remember what. He barely remembers friendships and relationships from people except those that are in this game right now.
The game was fun like that. it gives you an almost entirely blank slate, but it keeps important things and fears near your heart.
But you never would have thought you'd find love in a death game.
Sure it had only been a few days and it may be the red string of fate connecting you two but it felt so real and You know you would do this a thousand times over if you'd be able to feel like this again in your home server.
"yeah- Actually this shirt was once full length," Tango broke through your daze and you focus on him, He's gripping the bottom of his 'Powered by Redstone" crop, and a blaze rod is hovering over his shoulder when He says "But sometimes by blaze rods catch stuff and-"
And The shirt was up in flames before fluttering to the floor, a pile of ashes that was once his favorite shirt.
"AWWW MAN!" Tango whined as Jimmy looked away, face flushed the same shade as Tango's eyes and You oogled at the bare chest of Tango with a satisfied hum
But as much as you liked the show, You knew you'd have to talk with Jimmy later about this situation. Tango was already making a pout and sad noises escaped his lips. You couldn't bare to see the blaze hybrid like that.
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Hours later, in the dead of night, You whispered to the Avian in his ear "Jimmy? My Darling Topaz? Are you up?"
"Yes, my Love?" Jimmy groaned quietly and suddenly you were thankful, the both of them insisted you lay in the middle of your shared bed and that Tango sleeps like the dead "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine Topaz, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to do something for our Ruby. I feel bad that he lost his favorite shirt." You whisper and pull him close enough so that your lips brush the shell of his ear. A shiver ran down his back and he nodded.
"We could recreate his shirt again," Jimmy said and began to press soft kisses to your face "This time with a more durable fabric?"
"That works," You hummed and cupped his face to press a soft kiss to his lips "We can talk more about it in the morning. I love you My amazing Topaz."
"And I love you, My precious diamond." He whispered into your mouth, never stopping his gentle kisses and you couldn't help but melt into his touch
The next day, You awoke to Jimmy and Tango holding you tightly and you sighed with contentment, how you wish you could stay here all day, but the gods of old had other plans.
So you squirmed out of their arms, both shifting to hold each other and the pillow between them as if you were still there. You smiled and went to the kitchen to make a simple breakfast. Snagging some eggs from the chickens you guys are hoarding and carving some bacon off the carcass of a pig you slaughtered this morning, you made some bacon and egg and cut up some day-old bread for toast.
Jimmy was the first one up of the boys and watched as Y/n plated the breakfast as he leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his bare chest, a soft smile gracing his lips.
"Good morning Topaz," You hummed and smiled at him before placing his plate on the table "Go eat, I'll wake up our ruby."
"You are the best," he said and pressed a kiss to your cheek "We can talk more about the shirt after breakfast when Tango goes out?"
"Alright," You smiled and placed a gentle hand on his chest before pressing a kiss to his lips "Enjoy."
You walked past him after he kissed back and went to wake up Tango.
"My lovely Ruby," You whisper in his ear as you crawl on top of him to sit on his waist "Time to wake up Tango, I made breakfast."
Tango groaned softly as his eyes fluttered open. Twin red jewels stared back into your eyes as a smile graced Tango's lips and he pulled you down to smother you in kisses, laughs bubbled from your chest as you playfully fought from his grip.
After a few seconds when he calmed down to just kisses, you heard his stomach rumble and he laughed.
"I think that's my cue to eat the breakfast you made," He said and swung his legs over the edge of the bed to get off "Come, Topaz is waiting."
"He's only waiting because you pulled me in to smother me!" You playfully whine out and allow him to drag you off the bed you share
After breakfast, Tango cleaned up the kitchen and Jimmy lit the fireplace. Y/n pulled Jimmy to dance with her while Tango cleaned and listened to their hushed giggles, They swayed in the warmth of their home, Jimmy humming into your ear as the sun dawned upon their home and the rooster crowed. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Tango watching from the kitchen with a gentle smile as he dried his hands and you beckoned him over. He and Jimmy switched spots and you swayed with Tango who whispered sweet words into your ears and eventually dragged Jimmy into the swaying, The three of you holding each other and talking softly. At least until Tango had to leave the house and You and Jimmy were left to your own devices.
"Okay," Y/n murmured and caught Jimmy's attention, "I know where to find and how to get fire resistance clothing. Only thing is, I don't know how to sew words."
"I can do that part," Jimmy said "It should be just like weaving a nest. Plus, my mom taught me how before I left her home."
"Perfect," You grinned at him "You are so great Jimmy."
A wobbly smile spread across his face as he flushed and covered his face with his hands. "You're too nice to me." He groaned softly which elicited a laugh from you
"No such thing as ever too nice. Now, let's get Tango's present together." You smile and hold out your hand to him
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Hours later, Tango came home calling out to the two who sat in the living room that he was going to take a shower and then probably nap. You and Jimmy sat on a rocking chair, you on Jimmy's lap reading and Jimmy rocking the chair, humming and peacefully stretching the words 'Powered by Redstone' into the shirt.
"Hey, Jimmy!" Tango's voice called out but the two were in their own world "Do you know where-"
Tango trailed off as he peeked into the living room and almost melted at the sight of his two lovers sitting together, his gems...
His home
A soft gasp snapped Tango out of his stupor and bring his gaze back to his partners. You were clutching something to your chest and using your body to hide it while jimmy tried to cover you and himself with his wings while exclaiming "Wait no! Wait! Don't look! It's not done!"
"Aww," Tango cooed and stepped closer to you and Jimmy "What is it?"
With a deep sigh, Jimmy unfurled his wings and showed you. You held out the shirt with a bashful expression while Jimmy explained "You were so sad after your favorite shirt got destroyed. So we thought we'd make you a new one."
Tango looked taken aback and turned red and you and jimmy immediately panicked.
"Oh god, you hate it!" You frowned and fiddled with your hands "I'm sorry, this was my idea and it was such a bad-"
"I don't know why I thought-" Jimmy cut himself off as he pouted and began to cover himself with his wings, an embarrassed blush spreading across his cheeks "I'm not even that good-"
This time Taango cut off Jimmy by lifting you up and kissing you... hard. Hard enough that you were dazed and had to stumble to another couch. Tango pulled Jimmy up by the collar of his shirt and kissed him with the same passion he kissed you with. Now that you were less dazed, you saw smoke rising from Tango's back in curls that looked like hearts and his red flush was still there and Jimmy's wings were flapping like crazy once he realized what was happening.
When he pulled away from Jimmy, He kept the avian close, his left arm wrapping around Jimmy's waist. "Come here Y/n," Tango whispered and you obliged
When you came close enough, he pulled you closer and wrapped his free arm around your waist, and pressed another kiss to your lips. You melted into his touch and leaned your forehead into the crook of his neck while he whispered
"I love it. It means so much to me that you two did this." He pressed a gentle kiss to yours and Jimmy's foreheads before continuing "Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you."
#C!Tangotek#C!SolidarityGaming#double life tango#double life jimmy#double life smp#traffic smp#life series#tangotek x reader#tango x reader#C!Tango x reader#jimmy solidarity#double life solidarity#Jimmy Solidarity x reader#jimmy x reader#C! Jimmy x reader#Luna Has Written#Solidarity x reader#Solidarity gaming x reader
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Title: i don’t know how to exist without you
Fandom: Double Life
Ship(s) Y/N: Yes, Tangotek/Jimmy Solidarity/Scott Smajor aka Flower Ranchers
Centric Character(s): Jimmy Solidarity, Scott Smajor, TangoTek,
Centric Tag(s): Angst, Chosen Soulmates, Torture,
Summary:
they think pearl is torturing scott on purpose, but there's a lot more at play than little tickles and the red names have taken things too far
double life SMP flower ranchers and pearl x cleo, this started as a tiny series of little fics on Tumblr and has grown into this whatever it is
Author: @bdoubleds
#hermitcraft#jimmy solidarity#scott smajor#tangotek#tango tek#flower husbands#team rancher#rancher duo#flower ranchers#hermitcraftficrecs.polyamory#hermitcraftficrecs.bloodwarning#double life smp#double life#double life tango#double life scott#double life shipping#double life jimmy#dlsmp#dlsmp tango#dlsmp jimmy#dlsmp scott
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It's 1:40 AM where I live, QUIZ TIME!!!1!1!!
K = Goodtimeswithscar
L = TFC
M = Mumbo K. Jumbo
N = DocM77
O = BdoubleO100
P = BdoubleO100
Q = TangoTek
R = keRalis (lol)
S = TangoTek
T = eThoslab
U = Ethoslab
V = BdoublO100
W = Keralis
X = Keralis
Y = TFC
And Last, But Not Least:
Z = Iskall!!!!
I actually really did not expect Iskall to be in this quiz, so It's nice that they were the last one :DD
you only got iskall once?? :-(
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Settle down: C!Tango Tek x reader
Description: You wake up after spending the night at Tangos base, but the morning after is less than sweet
Warnings: Angst, mentions of sleeping together (Kind of?), morally grey reader
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The feeling of heat hits your side as sunshine filters through the window, landing on your exposed skin from the shirt you're wearing having rode up your body as you slept. It stirred you awake slowly, like the sun itself softly and slowly making its way over the horizon in the morning. Trying to fight off your own consciousness, you shift closer to the sheets you’re holding onto, trying to get comfortable enough to fall back into the grasps of sleep completely. The movement triggers a stifled chuckle from whoevers bed you’re in, and a hand slides up your side to trace the sunshine on your skin gingerly. The hands are slightly clawed, sharp, and you realize it must be his nails tracing the light. Opening your eyes to survey the surroundings, you’re met with the calm and satisfied face of Tango who is staring at you through half lidded eyes. He mustn't have woken up too long ago either, his face still soft from sleep. “I expected you to be gone when I woke up.” His voice is still sleep riddled, making it slightly darker but not very much, which surprises you. But then again, his voice is just so different from any other voice you’ve ever heard. He is different from a lot of people you’ve ever met to be fair.
“Well, I’m here, aren’t I?” You ask him, as a reassurance. You’d never really thought about it, but even though you had slept with Tango multiple times, this is the first time you’ve ever woken up with him. He drags you closer and reaches down to tilt your head up so he can kiss you delicately. It’s so soft, and when he pulls back he is looking at you with so much adoration it almost makes you sick to your stomach. You’d never really thought about the moral implications of your actions either, but the way he was looking at you brough guilt rising up from deep inside your gut. He had caught feelings. It was obvious to you now, despite the fact you’ve known deep inside yourself all along, you’d just buried the thought. You turned to lay on your back, as to not have to look at him for any longer, so you can once again not think about what your actions do to other people. But he simply rolls over as well, leaning over you and capturing you in another kiss, this time more passionate, and you quickly find your hands trailing up his sides to hold on to him.
There are other ways to drown out your thoughts with Tango, you suddenly remember, as your legs start to tangle up and your lips become puffy from making out. But the second he pulls away to cradle your face and look at you, the guilt is there again and you just can’t stand it. You push him over, and stand from his bed finding your long forgotten pants on the floor. You can almost hear the disappointment and feel his stare burning through you as he sits on the bed, looking as you get ready to leave him once again. You’re fastening your belt, as you hear him sigh loudly and get up too and start moving around. Turning around slightly, you can see him also putting on his clothes. He looks at you with a side eye for a second before looking away and shaking his head slightly when your eyes meet. The silence is deafening, but it’s even worse when he decides to speak.
“I know I shouldn’t keep doing this, but it’s so..” He pauses trying to find his words, and you can tell from the way his voice wavers that it’s emotional. You can’t tell if he is frustrated or sad, and if he’s trying not to cry or if he’s trying not to scream. “...It’s so hard not to say yes to you when you show up on my doorstep like that.” You pick up your shulker box, and you’re about to walk out when he grabs your overarm, and you turn to look at him despite not wanting to. It’s not like you enjoy this. It’s not like you want to hurt Tango. You don’t know why you do it, why you can’t commit. He isn’t saying anything, but you can tell everything through looking into his eyes. You open your mouth, but you can’t find any words. You can’t lie and tell him you won’t show up again. You can’t tell him you’re ready to settle down and commit to only being with him. When you close your mouth again indicating you have nothing to say, he closes his eyes and sighs, softly letting go of your arm. “I can’t keep doing this. I am in love with you, and I don’t know why you keep doing this to me. I don’t know how you expect me to have the self control to say no to you when you show up in the evening, kissing me like you actually mean it. I don’t know how you expect me to be okay with you just showing up when you’re bored. You can't keep giving me hope whenever I start to pull away from you by letting me wake up with you, when we both know it's never going to be permanent. I don’t know how you can keep doing this to me.” His voice gets louder, the more he speaks, and you can tell he’s at his boiling point, his last sentence breaking in the middle indicating his trouble with getting the words out.
The pain in his voice is killing you, the guilt eating up at you, but you don't have any defense for yourself. There is no sweet lie you can tell him or yourself that will make any of this better. What you're doing to him is wrong, but you can't stop yourself. You're as much of a victim of yourself as Tango is.
“I’m sorry, Tango.” Is all you end up saying, as you leave him behind in his house, a shulker box in your arms as you make your way home to your unfinished base, which now feels much more empty and cold than it did the day before, shadows of your sins playing on your walls.
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can i request reader x hermits (seperate) ? like reader has a bunch of old scars and on a hot day they wear a tank top and expose all of their scars? completely okay if not AND TAKE CARE OF URSELF🫶
Okay, let me tell you, as someone with quite a visible scar on my face (I was a very courageous and dumb kid) and a few less visible ones on my hand, I get asked about it so so often and this request hits hard and I have decided to put my whole soul into it as headcanons. I've just picked a couple hermits I feel would have different reactions to it so here u go!
HEADCANON:
Grian
This boy is not going to mention it, like, at all
He has his own bad memories and sad backstory so he understands that you might not want to talk about it
The only reason he would ever talk about it would be if you ever showed any discomfort or insecurity about it
If you just never talked about it he wouldn’t either
Maybe at some point he would reassure you about yourself if you’re both deep in a relationship, but he would never explicitly mention the scars
If you do mention them at all, it depends on how you approach it
He knows how to tell situations very well and I think he would still be careful about it
If you approach it humorously, like it doesn’t affect you then he will too
Maybe ask you where some of the bigger ones are from and expect you to tell him some good stories
If you get uncomfortable about them, or insecure he will reassure you
“I love you no matter what” or “I think they make you look cool”
He will always be supportive
Mumbo
He does try his best, but the moment he sees you he can’t help it
Shock on his face as he clearly looks you over
It’s clear he is concerned, and if you’re alone he will ask you about it
Stuff like if you’re okay, if you ever want to talk about it or if you need anything
If you reassure him you’re fine, he will totally dote on you after he is done being shocked
Will kiss your exposed scars and talk about how pretty or handsome you are to him
He will totally try to spend extra time with you, both because he learned a new thing about you that makes him love you even more but also because he is secretly making sure you’re totally okay
Even if you say you are, he would rather make sure
He will keep a little bit of a closer eye on everything you do and every little emotion you display just to keep himself sure you’re really okay
Either way he loves you how you are
Scar
This fool, this dumbass man
He cannot keep his mouth shut at all
He thinks communication is so much easier and better than having to just bottle things up or keep guessing what everyone else is thinking
So he just mentions it, asks where they’re from if you’re okay with him asking
He tries to guess it, if you’re not
The guesses will start out super detailed stories that are so far fetched as to ease you into it
“So this one is obviously from a wolf attack, where you managed to fight off 3 wolfs the size of the moon with nothing but your bare hands”
Then he will slowly try to reel it in and guess them more accurately
If one is sort of a piercing one, he will say you lost a duel in a bow fight
The one on your arm? That one is a cut from training your sword skills
He is just spitballing, trying to get it right
Either way he will pester you until you open up to him, he will not let it go
He thinks it’s so cool and really makes you look tough
Will ask you to protect him since you’re so strong
Will also definitely trace your scars whenever you are idle and he has the chance to
Even if you ask him not to, it just happens and he will laugh it off
He starts to slowly like them, the more he sees them
Every rare moment you show them, he slowly appreciates them more and more
Really weird but he has favorites
He just loves them to be honest
It makes you so uniquely you
Etho
No matter what he will start out by making some sort of snarky little comment
“Did you fight your kitchen drawer and lose or something?”
It’s not mean spirited at all, it’s supposed to be humorous
He just likes to approach things with lightheartedness and jokes
He knows it might be a serious topic, but his objective is always to turn it into something fun or less serious to try and make you feel better about it
He won’t dote on you or reassure you like the others unless you open up about it
That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you the way you are, his love is just more subtle like that
It’s small things you wouldn’t immediately notice about his reaction to it
Sometimes he will look at one of them and imagine the pain or maybe even accidentally imagine the person who might have given it to you
It’ll make him look at them with hatred, but it’s not directed at you even if it would seem that way
He’d make up little fantasies of revenge in his head to clear the thoughts
At this point you might even be the one who will have to reassure him that it’s no problem anymore, if it ever even was
Bdubs
He will instantly be all over you, and no matter your approach he will be excited
Unless you just start straight up crying he won’t notice if you’re sad or insecure about them cause he is just so excited about seeing a different part of you
He’s the same as Scar where he wants to know where every little scar comes from
If it’s serious he will of course reassure you, but he will definitely also compliment them no matter what
He just think they suit you, and in the end Bdubs is sort of just a hopeless romantic
Anything that is a part of you, he loves it
Anything that is you is beautiful
Which in turn makes your scars beautiful too
He feels closer to you, looking at them because in the end it tells your story and your past, making him feel like he is closer to it
It’s something he’s probably been sad about before, that not every inch of your life is tied together, that there are parts of you that he can’t be a part of which is before you met
But seeing the scars can help him understand that part, and sort of relate to you in a way that he finds very intimate
So of course he will pester you about them any given time they are on display
He does love them, just as much as he loves you
Pearl
She’s definitely the most careful out of all of them, at least out of the ones who want to approach the topic at all
As much as she is a rambunctious personality she is also an extremely caring thoughtful individual
And as much as she doesn’t want to overstep her boundaries she also has to know you’re okay
So she approaches it very head on, but she picks her words very carefully
“I don’t know if you ever want to talk about it, but I’m willing to listen if you ever want to tell me anything about your scars.”
That’s all she ever says about it, and at that point it’s up to you to go to her about it
She wants to be as respectable to you about it as possible
She has the mindset that she doesn’t need to know if you don’t want her to know
As long as she’s sure you’re okay now, your past doesn’t matter to her
For what she thinks about them look wise, she does think they suit you
It’s not going to change how she thinks about you, knowing you have a few scars
And she has a couple herself so it doesn’t really matter
She still loves you
Tango
Tango is probably the one with the roughest reaction
He is pretty emotionally driven, and just seeing something like that on you genuinely breaks his heart
It’s almost like he is going through the pain you went through with every single scar at once
He’s almost just,,, getting teary eyed seeing you and you might get confused at the looks he is giving you as you see each other
You probably won’t understand exactly what is going on with him and he simply takes your hands in his and he stares at you before embracing you in a warm hug
He wants you to feel physically that he is there for you
“Where are these all from?”
You cannot get out of a heart to heart with this man, and even if it’s all from totally normal and uneventful encounters he still thinks it’s very serious
Even if it was not traumatic like, at all, just you at some point being in pain is awful to him
Just the few times you’ve gotten hurt while on the server with him has been awful for him so to know you’ve gone through pain that’s left scars is unbearable
He doesn’t like your scars, hands down I will just say it
He hates having a constant reminder that you experience pain because he wants nothing but happiness for you
Obviously it’s delusional to think you’d never experience anything bad, he knows that, but he still wants that to be the case so bad and having to see it every time just sucks for him
That’s not to say he doesn’t think you’re still beautiful, he does, he thinks you’re amazing
But he does just wish you’d never have to go through that
Xisuma
Oh boy
His first thought, and I am sorry to admit this, would be how hot that is
He loves that type of thing, he can’t help it
This guy loves a man/woman with a story to tell, and scars to show
BUT that does not mean that the next thought isn’t slight worry
He’s been through it all, considering he is experienced with every kind of server and an admin who has had to consider all kinds of walks of life and he knows what some servers are like
That in itself has lead to him being very observant and mindful, and he also knows exactly how to handle it no matter what
He won’t ask, he will wait for you to come to him, if need be
If you do explain them, he will take it from there. Sad? He’s got just the right words to assure you that you’re both safe and that it changes nothing in his opinion of you (It does.. He finds it so hot)
Happy and uncaring? He is making the best jokes you’ve ever heard about it
There is no losing with this blessing of a man
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Thanks!! Could u do a team rancher x dsmp reader where, during the hermitcraft and empires crossover, the reader somehow ends up in either empires or hermitcraft and sees Jimmy and Tango and remembers them from double life (the three of them were soulmates)
A little bit of angst/comfort where reader doesnt want to go back to the dsmp but they have to because dream has them on a wanted poster and he would travel through worlds and destroy them just to find reader and they dont want hermitcraft or empires getting destroyed because of them
CAN I JUST SAY OKAY.... Ranchers are the love of my life. I love them so deeply. I never watched jimmys pov of anything before double life. They got a grasp on me man..
Warnings: Angst, no happy ending and mentions of DSMP which is a horror in itself lol
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The last thing you remembered was the stinging sensation of withering, as you hid in a closed off room in a nether fortress, trying to not die. Then there was purple, and then nothing. It didn’t explain what was happening, but it wasn’t that long since you had entered a new SMP and you knew what that felt like, so you instinctively knew that when you awoke you were somewhere else. In a new world. Truth be told, the revelation came as a welcomed surprise. The DSMP was a hard place and it had never really suited you all that well. Your soul was too soft for it, many had told you. That’s why all your friends and family had been surprised when you had accepted the invitation to the double life server. Although it was more lighthearted than the DSMP, it was still known for violence and bloodshed. You’d never tell them, but you’d give anything to leave the DSMP. You didn’t care what server had invited you, it didn’t matter what double life was, you took the invite in a heartbeat. Turns out double life had been the best experience of your life too. You’d buried the feelings of why, never telling anyone on the DSMP that you’d fallen in love. The server didn’t allow for such weakness, so you buried it all.
You’re in some kind of cave when your mind comes to. It has a bunch of things you’re not entirely sure what are, and to your surprise it also has Grian. You’d known him for a long time, which was originally the reason you had been invited to double life. That’s when you knew where you were. If Grian was here it had to be the server he usually frequented, which was hermitcraft. He was just as surprised to see you as you were to see him. “How.. Am I here?” You had asked him, puzzled. This type of cross server travel was something you’d simply never heard of. The only way to usually go to any other server was through your communicator and only by getting an invite. He walked over to hug you, smiling. You tensed, not being used to positive physical contact. When he pulled away he still had a big smile on his face. “I can’t believe you’re somehow here! I thought the rift was just between hermitcraft and Empires.” He explained, and you raised an eyebrow at his lack of a real explanation. “The rift?” You enquired.
“I accidentally created a rift between servers. I don’t really know how, but I am glad you’re here. This is cool.” He was clearly excited about it, but you were worried. “How do I get back, Grian?” You knew your disappearance would not go over well in your own world. Both because your friends and family would miss you, but also because you knew the lengths Dream would go to just to make sure you stayed chained to your own world. Everyone had their part to play in his schemes, and you were sure your disappearance would somehow ruin his plans and make him go ballistic. Grian looked sad and dejected at the prospect of you not staying, but you had to go. You knew it would only cause trouble if you didn’t. “You can go back and forth through the rift, as long as it stays open. But hey, stay for just a little bit, won’t you? Just to see the server- I could show you so many things!” Once again he seemed excited at the prospect of you staying, just a little bit.
Maybe a few hours wouldn’t hurt. There was no way that he would notice you gone until later. He wouldn’t even have to know that you’d left. You already knew it was a yes. The temptation of a couple hours of peace and happiness was all too much, and the question had never even been real. Of course you would stay. Grian didn’t even really need to convince you, nodding your head as he grabbed you once again and unfolded his large wings to carry you out of the apparent cave you were in.
You had fun for a bit, examining Grians base with him. He was about to move on to show what his neighbor, Mumbo, had been working on when his communicator went off a couple of times. He excused himself for a second, checking it with wide eyes. “Wait here, I have to go do something.” He said, about to take flight when you grabbed his arm in panic, surprising both of you. Grian knew you were jumpy, but not this much. He was aware of the changes that the DSMP had done to you, and you had both discussed it in double life. It was hard to deny it with Grian, he had known you before you joined. He knew the person you were before that server changed you completely. He understood why the thought of him leaving you alone was so frightening to you. “I’ll drop you off with someone you know, I promise.” He settled on, and although you were uncomfortable with the idea, you didn’t want to burden him so you nodded, as he once again picked you up to take you somewhere.
So when he dropped you off with the nearest person, who happened to be Scar, you were even less comfortable. You’d grown to like Scar over the season you had with him but you knew he was not a person equipped to babysit you. It was no surprise that as soon as Grian left Scar first dragged you around his park, but then when that ran out of interest for him you were getting dragged all over the server. Then, somewhere along the way you lost Scar. It was bound to happen with him flying around. He couldn’t carry you like Grian could. For a while you stood still, but it didn’t look like Scar was even looking for you or backtracking. So you decided to start walking, deeply on edge. Then you spotted a structure.
It stopped you in your tracks as you had to decide between trying to get help or finding your way back. After an inner battle, you decided to approach the building. It was black with blue and purple accents, and it was quite beautiful. Everything on this server had been so stunning. Coming from the DSMP it left you speechless sometimes. The only person on the DSMP who ever made anything this substantial was Foolish, and you’d never had the time to simply appreciate his builds. Walking so you were stood right in front of it, you tried to build up the courage to explore it to find help, but you just kept having that feeling in your stomach and the inability to make your legs move.
But you didn’t need to, as voices started to approach behind you from the treeline. It was starting to get dark out, so it made sense that someone would be coming home at this point, but your brain didn’t register anything except the fact that there were people coming for you. And in a panic, you unsheathe the sword you had borrowed from Grian, turning around quickly in a stance ready to fight as the two people become visible to you, and you to them. And they both stop in their tracks, the cheerful chattering coming to a halt at seeing you. But it’s not fear or surprise on their face, it’s faces of recognition. And the same look comes to your face, as your panic fades completely and warmth crawls up your body and into your cheeks.
They both shout your name, running towards you, Tango embracing you first and then Jimmy enclosing you both in his arms. “T-tango, J-jimmy.” You say their names shakily, somehow against your own will. It’s like a deep hidden need or urge to say them. The things you did together, the feelings both of them drew from you, it all comes back to you right then and there. Why couldn’t you have stayed in double life forever, with those two? It was cruel, but beautiful. Something in your mind couldn’t stop you from thinking it was fate, that maybe if you were lucky, you would continue to run into them like this. That maybe something would happen, and you could have this forever. But you were not that naive.
Jimmy pulled away, but left his hands on Tangos back. Tango didn’t completely pull away, but he did pull back to grab your face in one hand, tilting it up so he could look at you. His face had a beautiful smile painted on it, but you could see that his eyes were a little wet. Looking towards Jimmy, you almost burst out laughing, seeing him fully sobbing. "Hey! Don’t laugh at me.” He said, covering his face in embarrassment and then wiping his tears away. It was honestly just.. It was a lot, and keeping your tears in yourself had been hard so you couldn’t really pick on him too much. “It was a lot today, seeing both Tango and you for the first time in a while, okay!” He explained, as Tango continued to laugh deep from within his stomach. Feeling his body again, feeling the rumble of his voice leaving his chest, it was beyond any other feeling in the world. You missed it. You had missed it so, so much.
You somehow ended up on a couch after talking for hours, Tango on his stomach against you, both of you once again trapped inside Jimmys’ arms as he laid on his side next to you. He had the longest arms, you’d learned, and so he was always left on big spoon and outer layer cuddle-pile duty. It was hard to feel bad for him, as he looked so content. If you kept playing with his hair, you were convinced you could make him fall asleep. It was something you’d have to test, to be sure. Tango wouldn’t stop turning his head to look up at you, his goofy smile constantly glued to his face. It was perfect. You don’t know which god was playing with you. Giving you this taste of heaven, when you knew it could never last forever. all you would ever get was a little taste, you could never really have the full experience. It would just leave you with a craving that would never be satisfied.
And with Grian and Scar suddenly shouting your name from somewhere outside Tangos’ base, you knew it was time. Jimmy seemed to be pulled out of his half-asleep state, and Tango followed suit, sitting up. You heard Grian calling your name again, this time closer. There was a silence as you all looked between each other, Tango and Jimmy both knowing the look in your eyes. They both knew that look all too well. From when you all lost your first life to the last one, they’d seen it. The eyebrows that pulled upwards and the eyes that glossed over. You were saying ‘I’m sorry’ again. And they knew you were going to leave.
Desperately, Jimmy latched onto your arms. “No, don’t leave us again. Stay. Just-you can stay! You can stay for as long as I can, right? Tango? They can stay-” You cut him off, knowing you would break if you let him ramble on for any longer and also for his own sake. You knew he would just keep spiraling. “I have to go, Jimmy. Everyone from your world is onboard with you being here but.. I can’t stay. The people from my server wouldn’t..” You stopped to choose your words carefully. You didn’t want Tango and Jimmy to know. You didn’t want them to worry. They didn’t need to know what the DSMP was actually like, it would only hurt them to know.
“They wouldn’t get it. They would.. Miss me." It wasn’t entirely true, yet not entirely false either. You’re sure Dream would miss whatever plans he had for you, and you’re sure he would tear the entire universe apart to find you. That was more fun, anyways. You don’t know what his intentions are or what plans he has for you, but you’re sure tormenting you and bringing you back on your knees is more fun to him than making a new plan. And you don’t want to test him. You know what the man is capable of. Maybe if you let him take your last two lives, as he had taken the first, you could escape. But even in death Wilbur couldn’t, so you were not hopeful in that regard. You only feared to think what your purgatory would be like. No, instead you would return home. Keep going in the hopes of once again getting to hear Jimmy and Tango laugh.
Tango was taking it well, all things considered. You could tell he was sad, but he at least understood where you were coming from. Jimmy on the other hand was just looking between you and Tango, mad at you for letting yourself leave and mad at Tango for letting you leave. But he sighed, sinking back into the couch and away from you. He looked back up at you in defeat as you heard Grian and Scar call for Tango. You leaned in, putting an ascetic and fast kiss to Jimmys’ lips before taking Tangos’ hand and walking down stairs together. You and Tango both knew that Jimmy would not be able to let you go if he went with you, and Jimmy must have known too as he abstained from following you but simply sat there with tears starting to form in his eyes.
“Oh, thank goodness you’re okay. It was getting dark and I was worried, I knew I shouldn’t have left you with Scar.” Grian rambled as he ran towards you and hugged you as soon as you and Tango came into his vision. You looked behind him, seeing a very relieved and apologetic Scar waving at you. “I definitely don’t plan on letting Scar babysit my kids.” You said, putting up a joking demeanor to block the pain that was building up inside you. Grian let go of you, stepping back. “I’m sorry it took so long, are you ready to go?” Grian asked, and you grabbed Tangos’ hand. His eyes were glossy and slightly red, but he wasn’t crying. He must have been holding it back well, just like you were. Putting the other hand on his cheek, he copied you and laid his hand on yours and you leaned up to give him a deep and final kiss, which was the goodbye between you two before you parted.
Grian and Scar were looking at you in surprise as you separated, starting to walk away and when they regained their composure, they followed suit silently, ready to lead you back to the rift. To most, this had just been a fun little game with the idea of soulmates. But to you and your ranchers it had been real, it had meant everything. You just hoped it would not be the last time you ever got to see them.
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