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ᗢ jujutsu kaisen x scarletwitch!reader ᗢ

12. destiny

Chapter Index & Synopsis

warning: will contain spoilers from the jjk manga and the latest mcu movies/comics/shows (particularly wandavision, loki, spiderman: nwh, as well as content from doctor strange in the multiverse of madness). once again, this will contain heavy spoilers—you have been warned. angst, cussing, cursing, murder, some disturbing themes, & swear words will be here, too. content warning as well for wanda's depression and suicidal thoughts. wow... 11k words? just... wow. longest chapter i've ever written in my life. but note that this is unedited and probably has a bunch of typos, lol. still, hope you enjoy! imma edit this later or tomorrow. hope it's not... too overwhelming... hihihi. this is my birthday gift to you all! thanks for 500+ followers and almost 800 notes on this fic! ❣️🎉🎂

[EDIT] 6/27/2022, 10:01AM: Renamed the chapter and removed some of the last parts after the events of Dr. Strange in the Multiverse of Madness! They'll be moved and rewritten to Chapter 13.

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(previous chapter)

Impossible. That couldn't be. Chaos Magic. Scarlet Witch. Those grave words echoed in your mind over and over again, adding to the weight on your shoulders. Hearing your sons grunt from the tight garrotes around their necks, you quickly snapped out from the revelation-induced daze your mind was in. The safety and security of your children was your number one priority. You couldn't think about yourself right now. No. Your kids only had you to rely on now that Vision was nowhere to be found.

"My powers work out here or did you forget?" you threatened Agatha menacingly. The dark-haired woman only chuckled.

"No, dear. I'm counting on it," she replied confidently before roughly tugging on the purple magical wires that were throttling your kids.

"No!" you cried out loudly, instantly blasting a bolt of black-and-crimson energy at Agatha. With a yelp, she fell to the ground, seemingly unmoving. Meanwhile, the jujutsu sorcerers who were watching had become tenser than ever. "That... knocked her out already?" Yuuji gawked. The others shook their head, disbelieving.

"Well, that was unbelievably quick for a fight," Geto crossed his arms, silently attempting to calm his own frazzled nerves. Still, like the others, they kept looking between you, your sons, and Agatha's suspiciously unconscious body.

"Go to your room!" you sternly ordered Billy and Tommy, slowly walking closer towards them to check Agatha's situation. Your arms were poised for battle, your magical mists swirling more powerfully—chaotically, synchronizing with the turmoil of emotions within you. But your kids were being stubborn, insisting that they stay with you and that they could help you. Frustrated, you were about to scold them about the gravity of this situation when Agatha's voice resonated from behind them. She rose up from the floor without bending, looking very much like the undead Dracula rising from his coffin. Wincing, fear struck Billy's and Tommy's faces (and frankly enough, Agatha's spooky way of getting back on her feet disturbed your sorcerer onlookers). "Listen to your mother, boys!"

"Now!" you shouted to the boys, far louder, stricter, and more serious than before, leaving no room for arguments. Quickly, Tommy used his super speed to get him and Billy back into your house. Now that your attention was focused on Agatha, you fired another bolt of energy at her, only for her to catch it—the red energy dissipating into purple in her hands.

Your eyes widened in shock.

"What just happened?" Choso blinked. The others with him were confused, too. None of your previous opponents have ever been able to catch your energy blasts. At that moment, your left hand suddenly felt number. You looked down at it, seeing that it had turned ashy—greyed and lifeless. It felt like pins and needles that wouldn't disappear yet also numbed at the same time.

"Wh—Wha—" you stuttered, stunned at seeing your hand shrivel.

Agatha smirked pridefully, seeing your magic become hers at last, "I take power from the undeserving. It's kinda my thing."

"Watch out!" Nanami and Toji had yelled involuntarily, seeing Agatha's own energy blast coming right at you. With how distracted you were, it hit you square on the torso and knocked you off your feet. Your body slammed and rolled painfully on the concrete of the cul de sac. You grunted at the sudden impact. Panting, you pulled yourself back up, hands glowing once more.

"You gotta give it to Y/N. She's really... durable, isn't she?" Geto commented, impressed. "Didn't even bruise or bleed after a magical hit like that."

"You're clearly in over your little red head," Agatha taunted. "So why don't you surrender your magic to someone who knows what to do with it? And I'll let you keep this pathetic little part of the world all to yourself." She walked towards you, unafraid of you at all. Your glare turned angry. Murderous, even. You didn't verbally reply when she asked again. "What do you say?"

Your response was hurling your car right at her, crashing into a nearby house. It was reminiscent of how you tossed a bunch of cars at Iron Man years ago in the Battle of Leipzig Airport. One person in particular was very much enjoying himself.

"Heh," the mouth on Yuuji's cheek began to laugh maniacally out of nowhere. "Heh. Hehehe. Hahahaha! Excellent, excellent, excellent!"

"The hell's wrong with you, Sukuna?" Gojo stared at the mouth. Sukuna's sharp grin only widened.

"This. This is what I want to see!" he cackled. "I haven't had this much entertainment in ages! I wonder if Y/N will kill again. I wonder if we'll get to see that side of her, that woman who'll stop at nothing to get what she fucking wants!"

If only Sukuna knew how much that would be true later on.

Perhaps it was wrong of them. It was supposed to be unsettling... maybe even unpleasant to see you—whom they always knew as a sweet, lovely, and kind lady who changed their lives—so aggressive and ruthless in battle. You were protective, almost warlike, just to make sure your children were alright. Instead, your change in attitude warmed their bodies. Sukuna was right. You were hot—no, that wasn't the right word. You were stunning... absolutely breathtaking when you were fighting someone seriously. Drop-dead gorgeous. In short, you were sexy when you were pissed. But the other men would rather keep that to themselves and not boast it to the world like the King of Curses did.

Yuuji, on the other hand, was not happy. He slapped the mouth on his face for the nth time, frowning just like Megumi beside him, "Stop talking about my mom like that, Sukuna! God, you're gross."

The five older jujutsu shamans could only avoid Yuuji's and Megumi's judgmental gazes, focusing back on you. You had been checking if Agatha was truly down this time, her black leather boots sticking out of the rubble left of the home, somewhat like how the Wicked Witch of the East looked when Dorothy's house fell on her. From the reflection on a nearby Window, you saw Vision slowly levitate down behind you. The boys recognized it as the White Vision that Hayward reconstructed for his personal ambitions. But you didn't know that. You approached the colorless Vision, eyes cautious, but full of hope and joy. "Vision? Is that really you?"

"No! No, Mom! That's not him! Not your Vision!" Yuuji yelled, engrossed in the scene. Of course, you couldn't hear them. They watched as he cupped your cheek gently, imitating the gentle caress the original Vision used to show you. You leaned into his touch, wariness gone.

"Wanda..." was all White Vision said, his other hand cupping the opposite cheek. Before you could react, his hold suddenly tightened. You yelped in agony, feet scrambling to touch the ground as the White Vision held you up in the air, your jaw and skull beginning to crack.

"No!" the jujutsu sorcerers exclaimed.

"And I was told you were powerful," White Vision remarked, almost crushing your head. He was suddenly thrown into a faraway trailer van, though, your Hex Vision appearing after disappearing since Halloween. You landed on the ground, knees bent as you breathed heavily as the pain in your head faded away.

"Where are the boys?" Vision asked, turning back to you. You ran closer to him, holding your chest and trying to catch your breath.

"They're in the house. Safe." Knowing you were lacking time, you immediately apologized to your husband. "Vision. I should've told you everything—the moment I realized what I'd done, I should've told you—"

Vision gently smiled at you. The sight nearly made your heart stop. He hadn't smiled at you genuinely in so long. "It's alright, Wanda," he assured you. He recalled everything that Darcy had told him; your history with Thanos and his deaths, how you were coping, and overall what WandaVision was. "I know why you made this world, but this—"

"I can fix it," you interrupted him, determined. There was a hum of wind nearby you. Agatha materialized once more, an interested look on her face as she gazed at White Vision, arising from the flaming explosion behind him.

"Oh. This is awkward," she mocked, a fine brow upturned as her dark nails rested on her cheek. "Your ex and your boyfriend at the same party. Who're you gonna choose, Wanda?"

You ignored her, turning back to your husband and nodding at him. "Vision. This is our home."

He nodded back at you, "Then let's fight for it." With that, he tackled White Vision and flew into the sky. Agatha, on the other hand, had re-materialized somewhere else, heading towards town. Your powers glowed once more as you levitated, following Agatha to make sure she doesn't do any more damage. The jujutsu sorcerers were automatically pulled towards you, and they found themselves in a floating bubble that was right behind you.

"So this is what she feels when she's flying," Megumi murmured in amazement, the sensation very much different when he was using his shikigami.

"It feels... nice..." Yuuji realized. He was going to ask you in the future if you could let him levitate with you. After a minute or so, the you of the past dropped down to the Westview Town Circle, alert and actively searching for the witch's whereabouts. Unfortunately, all you could see was the town residents bustling about. You walked around. Where in the world was—

"Agh!" You harshly stumbled face-first into the ground as a magical blast of energy hit you. Groaning in pain, you staggered to stand up once more, staring up at the rooftop where Agatha had hidden herself.

"That... must've really hurt," Choso whispered worriedly, seeing how you were physically struggling to keep up with Agatha Harkness.

Said sorceress only kept jeering at you, uttering the obvious. "Wanda," she drawled. "You've never been up against another witch before." She almost snorted at how powerless you were against her. It wasn't like you could do anything to her, right? "Did you know there's an entire chapter devoted to you in the Darkhold? That's the Book of the Damned."

Darkhold. Book of the Damned. Book of Sins. Hearing that familiar title, the jujutsu sorcerers' attentions were piqued. Wasn't that the stolen grimoire you'd been looking for across the universes? The one that delayed you from getting to Shibuya? The one that was more dangerous than any other Special Grade Cursed Object they ever knew, including Sukuna's fingers? Sadly, the you of the past was clueless about what it was. However, none of them knew that there was something about you written in the book.

Seeing how oblivious you were, Agatha summoned the Darkhold in front of her, its pages turning to where she wanted it to be. She declared the ancient transcriptions out loud, "The Scarlet Witch is not born, she is forged. She has no coven; no need for incantation."

The jujutsu sorcerers listened intently. Not born, but forged? What did that mean? Was this a prophecy or something? Denying her statements, you irritatedly shouted at your opponent, arms spread out wide. "I'm not a witch! I don't cast spells! No one taught me magic!"

Agatha continued speaking, "Your power exceeds that of the Sorcerer Supreme."

"Sorcerer Supreme?" Gojo muttered to himself, remembering the events of Infinity War and Endgame that they had watched. "Isn't that the Ancient One lady?" In the jujutsu world, he himself was probably the equivalent of Sorcerer Supreme—it was just that his title was Strongest Sorcerer, instead.

"But Y/N-san had mentioned that in the present, when that Loki guy visited the shop, Doctor Strange was already Sorcerer Supreme," Geto added. Agatha's next statement, though, caught them off guard.

"It is your destiny to destroy the world," she read out from the Darkhold.

That stunned the spectators. What did she just say? You looked equally as terrorized. Destroy the world? You? How would you even do that!? Frustrated, you snarled at her, "I'm not what you say I am!"

"Yeah! Mom isn't that kind of person!" Yuuji exclaimed even if his voice won't be heard by your past self. Agatha only gave you a knowing look, scrutinizing you head to toe.

"Oh really?" She began chanting in Latin, with the surrounding Westview residents stopping what they were doing. The first to snap out of the mind control was that certain blonde lady you'd interacted with at the poolside. Her smiling expression immediately became antsy as she slowly approached you.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Megumi said to himself quietly, looking at the other nearby citizens.

"Dottie," you addressed the blonde warily, not knowing why she was walking to you. Trembling anxiously, she corrected you.

"My name is Sarah. I have a daughter. She's eight," she started, tense; a haunted look in her eyes. "Maybe—Maybe she could be friends with your boys. If—If you like that storyline!" She seemed extremely wary to not upset you in any way; to comply to what you wanted as much as possible. "Or, uh, the school bully, even! Really, anything!" she begged worriedly. "If you could just... let her out of her room. If I could just hold her, please!"

It dawned unto the sorcerers that this was like that time when Vision awakened the real Norm, desperate and in pure agony. It was what drove the initial argument between you two as a couple a few episodes ago. Your head snapped towards Agatha angrily, "What are you doing to her!? You're making her say this!"

Agatha gave you an annoyed look, rolling her eyes as she waved her hand, freeing the rest of the citizens from your control. "She's your meat puppet. I just cut her strings," she scoffed.

The Westview residents began closing on you, surrounding you—crying to you about what they were going through, begging you to set them free. To let them go. The sorcerers could sense that you were getting overwhelmed with all the people—all the voices calling out to you.

"Fuck," Toji muttered, unnerved by all the unwanted attention you were getting. Obviously, you were being pushed to your limits. And they already saw what happened the last time that limit was pushed. "This isn't gonna be good."

"I don’t recognize my face in the mirror, my voice when I speak. I used to try to resist you, but now, I can’t remember why, do you?" Herb, no, John, asked. There was a lost, haunted glaze in his eyes.

"Conscious of their actions, but unable to do anything they want," Gojo chewed on his lip, listening closely. Your powers were truly something else.

Beverly—whose real name was Isabel—was desperate, terrified as your head swiveled to her, "My husband is on a business trip. Tell him I love him and not to come back here. Ever."

The Westview pizza delivery guy, whom you knew as the happy-go-lucky messenger Dennis, exhaled tiredly, "I’m exhausted."

You shook your head rapidly, denying it, still thinking that Agatha was behind all this. "No, you’re fine, you’re fine! You’re all, you’re all going to be fine!" you assured them.

You kept trying to convince them to calm down but to no use. Norm—real name Abilash—spoke again, confessing to you the truth, "When you let us sleep, we have your nightmares."

"Y/N has nightmares?" Nanami asked, suddenly turning to your housemates. Choso frowned.

"We never hear anything from her room nor does she say anything," the half-Curse admitted.

"I don't hear anything either," Toji simultaneously said (which was a big deal since he had impeccably heightened senses).

"Our rooms are soundproof. I think Y/N made them that way," Geto mused, frowning deeply. "But if she does have them, she never lets us know. Or..." He sighed. "... She's very good at hiding it."

That was impossible. That couldn't be. "No, no, t-that’s not—that's not true!" Shaking your head fervidly, tears pricked your eyes. "I’ve—I’ve kept you safe... in here." You held your fists close to your chest, trying to push away that guilt inside you. "You—you feel—you feel... at peace!" It sounded like you were trying to convince yourself more rather than them.

"We feel your pain," Sarah whispered, her agony on full display as she regarded you sadly.

"No!" you swallowed the lump in your throat. They don't feel your pain. They don't. They couldn't. You'd never wanted them or anyone to experience your pain. Never.

"Your grief is poisoning us," Mrs. Hart wailed.

"N-No, I am not—stop, s-stop!" you stammered anxiously. They were moving in closer. Closer. Too close. Go away, your mind repeated. You wanted them to move back. Move. Move.

"Please, let us go," a miserable-looking Norm beseeched you.

"I wanna go back home!" Herb implored, fear and despair displayed on his features. The countless voices in the crowd began to overlap, drowning each other out. Your vision narrowed; these people felt like two walls that would crush you in-between.

"Let us go!" they begged you desperately. You kept turning around, gaze switching from one tormented face to another, your expression frantic as you felt more and more suffocated in the middle of all the claustrophobic chaos.

"Please!"

Too close.

"Let us go!"

Move away.

"Wanda!"

Go away!

The resounding scream you let out was filled with excruciation, red wisps bursting from your hunched figure as you shut your stinging eyes and covered your ringing ears, trying to close yourself off from everyone and everything. Your magic automatically protected you from the so-called threat that it perceived, but it resulted in your powers strangling those people around you. When you opened your eyes, you were horrified to see the Westview residents writhing on the floor in agony, clawing at their necks, struggling to breathe as they gazed up at you with teary eyes.

The sorcerers seemed torn about the forlorn situation. They had no idea what to say, and they wrestled with themselves with how they should perceive you. It was unintentional, they knew that, but you... you were so dangerous when you were like this. Emotional. On the other hand, your circumstances had pushed you to becoming like this. You were a victim. Not a villain. Or so they hoped. Fortunately, they were beginning to see that you were starting to accept the truth of your actions. You weren't making the residents feel safe and at peace like you thought. It was the exact opposite.

"I think... this is why she made the Mini-Hex around the shop with a very specific goal in mind," Nanami realized forlornly. "She wants her customers and everyone else in the shop to feel the exact opposite of what these people went through."

"And it's why she said helping us in Shibuya was her way of repenting," Gojo sighed, unable to bear looking at you so... broken. "Man, this sucks. This sucks!" He kicked the not-even-real ground, mood soured.

Realizing what you'd done, you looked down at your hands in horror. It was Lagos all over again. You quickly removed the magic asphyxiating their necks, "No! No. Stop! I’m sorry!"

"If you won't let us go, just let us die," Mrs. Hart wheezed out, clutching her chest. That made the sorcerers watching the scene grow more concerned. Was it so bad... whatever it was you were feeling... that these people would rather die than go through it again? Was this what you felt and experienced everyday? Was it so terrible that even when you slept, you had night terrors that these people wouldn't want to see again? Was your grief so dreadful that it felt like poison to have it?

"I will—" you hiccupped. A stray tear fell down your cheek; a sniffling Yuuji in the corner was about to dash to you even if it was just a vision. "I will let you go, I promise—"

"What's stopping you?" Agatha suddenly chimed in, having watched the whole thing, simply amused. You turned around, almost forgetting she was there on top of a building. "Heroes don't torture people."

At her words, you gazed down at your glowing red hands, a determined look appearing on your face. Gathering up all your power, the ground shook as a crimson beam of light shot up from your entire being, hitting the uppermost portions of the Hex. With a loud cry, you screamed at the citizens urgently, "Go! All of you! Now!"

"Whoa..." the sorcerers gawked as the Hex was slowly reversed and opened. From this angle—right beside you—they could see how ginormous the barrier actually had become ever since you expanded it.

"This is Domain Expansion amped up to the maximum level," Megumi mumbled, eyes wide as he stared at the sky. As everything inside the Hex glitched from one time period to another, the scared citizens ran for their lives, the tears in the barrier growing larger and larger. In the corner, Agatha cackled pridefully.

"Hahahaha! Now you'll see!" Just as she said that, Hex Vision fell quickly from the heavens after his laser beams faltered against White Vision. He came crashing down onto the concrete road on your right. Your head snapped in the direction of the loud noise. Eyes widening, you realized that your husband was... fading away?

"Wanda!" he shouted, his voice sounding garbled and distorted. A look of horror crossed your already overexerted features.

"N-No, w-wait, what—" you stuttered out shakingly in fear as you stared at your love hold his arm out towards you. But you couldn't move; you were occupied and stuck opening the Hex, your arms still stretched.

On your left, behind you, your two sons—who'd been planning on assisting the fight with their powers—crashed down, as well. Both your husband and children began glitching out just like all the items caught inside the Westview Anomaly. What was worse was that they began dispersing—fragmenting into tinier bits and pieces the more the barrier was torn open.

"Mom! Help us! Mom!" Billy and Tommy cried out, terrified at what was happening to them. Why were they fading away? Why was their father fading away, too?

"W-Wha—" you stammered, looking at your children, in the same state as their father. You'd forgotten. You really had. Your family felt so, so real and true that you'd forgotten that they were a product of the Hex, too. The very same one you were dispelling at this very moment.

"Now do you see? You tied your family to this twisted world!" Agatha arrogantly voiced out. "And now one can't exist without the other!" What a dilemma you had on your hands. "Save Westview or save your family."

"This is a... shitty predicament," Nanami uttered sadly, unable to bear the agony in your eyes as you were forced to choose between saving the citizens and your own flesh and blood. Clear blue skies from outside the Hex had peeked out, contrasting the stark reds mixed with shadows and light that distinguished your world from the outside world. All of it in its sheer size and glory had come from you and now, it was being undone with your willpower to let those citizens go from your grief. But at what cost?

"If she reverses the Hex, she has to give Vision up again for the third time and then also her babies?" Toji scowled deeply, the scar on his lip curving down, too. "Shitty isn't enough to describe it."

"It's like there's no winning for Y/N," Choso whispered lowly. "Every single time she has to give someone up. First, it was protecting Sokovia against Ultron versus being able to stay with her brother. Then it was either Vision or the fate of her whole universe from Thanos. Now?"

"It's her family or those tortured souls she didn't mean to trap in her illusion," Gojo finished regretfully, jaw clenched. His arms were balled into tight fists at his side at the situation. He could recall the smile you've always given him—from an old lady to the young woman he's always admired. How was your smile so bright and sincere when you'd experienced this? All of this? He and the others watched ruefully as you faced another double-bind in your life. Both metaphorically and physically.

"I can't imagine how... strong Y/N is for going through all of this," Geto chewed on his bottom lip nervously as the scene unfolded. "And I don't just mean her abilities." If it were him in your place... well, it would be a different story.

"Boys!" Vision yelled laboriously, reaching out towards you and the kids with all the strength he had left in him.

"Mom! Help! Please!" they sobbed, falling onto their chests.

"No!" you wailed audibly, realizing what was happening as you struggled to keep the Hex open to let the Westview residents out safely. Your head turned from Vision to your sons, who were slowly beginning to lose their consciousness. Agatha could be heard cackling in the background.

You were practically the sole thing holding this world of yours together, muscles taut with so much tension and effort. If you broke now, everything—including your family—would dissolve into nothing. You can't let that happen. You wouldn't let that happen. "No," was all that weakly escaped from your lips. You gritted your teeth. Not again. Letting out a loud cry of pain, the veins on your neck bulged with the strain as you effortfully wrung your arms to your chest, effectively hauling and closing the borders of the Hex. The force behind the action made your whole body slacken with exhaustion. You fell to the concrete on your hands and knees, white spots dancing around your peripheral vision as you tried to maintain consciousness from your loss of balance. The world felt like it was spinning right now.

Vision, Billy, and Tommy immediately came to your aid the moment they stopped dissolving, fortunately. Your husband gently pulled you up, but all you could focus on now was that you could still hear, see, and feel you family. "Mom! Mom, are you okay?" they asked worriedly.

"Hi, hi, hi," you breathed heavily, kissing their foreheads as Vision kissed your head, all of you relieved to still have one another.

"Can't catch a fucking break, can she, huh?" Sukuna suddenly chimed in, the lips on Yuuji's face curled into a sneer. The others could only stay silent as they watched you reunite with your loved ones. It was a heartwarming sight, only for Agatha to ruin the moment once more, aiming her magic towards them.

"No!" you shouted with wide eyes, reflexively and instantly maneuvering yourself to act as their shield. It took no hesitation for you—not a second thought, even—to conjure a protective barrier against Agatha's magic for the sake of your family. Let it be you rather than them. But it led to you being her target instead, her magic siphoning out your own, a stabbing pain shooting out towards every single nerve fiber in you. You groaned tiredly when Agatha stopped, letting out an exhausted exhale as you finally stared at your arms. They were greyed. Numb. You couldn't even feel the usual coolness of your wedding ring and the silver watch on your left hand. The chilliness that had started on your hands when Agatha first stole your magic had crept up to your elbows now. To sum it up, it was an unpleasant feeling. Very unpleasant.

"Oh, fuck," Toji swore out loud, glancing at Agatha. "She took a ton more than the first time."

"Damn hag," Gojo muttered, bright eyes glaring at the Salem witch. (He wasn't the only sorcerer staring daggers at Agatha; Nanami in the corner was giving Geto's death glare a run for his money.)

Even Vision was getting more and more worried with what happened to you, his synthezoid eyes filled with such human concern. Your sons were also getting anxious with your weakening state. "Mom, are you okay?"

Clearly, you weren't, but you would never tell them that. You opted to just nod at them in reply, but they weren't satisfied with your answer. Before they could say another word, however, the SWORD troops and trucks that had managed to enter that earlier gap in the Hex surrounded you and your family. White Vision had also flown right behind you four, hovering and waiting for his opponent. Agatha, too, had scoffed and flown closer, cooing mockingly at the sight, "How sweet." All of you were surrounded, but you guys were poised for a fight. Together.

"Huh. It's like the Incredibles," Yuuji thought out loud, making the other sorcerers blink at him. After watching the sight even more, they mentally agreed with his statement. The four of you really were like a superhero family. Before they could say anything else, the scene in front of them shifted to White Vision and Hex Vision fighting... and then... not exactly fighting? Instead of a hand-to-hand showdown, it turned into an... extremely complicated philosophical discussion.

"The fuck are these two saying?" Toji huffed, crossing his arms. He—and many of the other sorcerers watching—had no clue about this Ship of Theseus debate (there were practically question marks on top of Yuuji's and Choso's heads). Gojo was drowning out parts of the conversation, just wanting to watch what was happening to you and Agatha. The only ones who had some semblance of knowledge about the topic were Geto and Nanami who'd read about it before.

"You are familiar with the thought experiment, the Ship of Theseus in the field of identity metaphysics?" Hex Vision inquired calmly.

"Damn. Identity metaphysics?" Gojo whistled. "I see." He pouted. Yuuji beside him did (and said) the same thing. "I don't get it."

Nanami sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Just listen to the synthezoids, you two."

"It's practically as complex as your Limitless and Infinite Void, Satoru," Geto chimed in. "You know, like the Achilles and Tortoise Paradox."

"... Too much... brain stuff..." Choso mumbled in the corner.

White Vision then replied to his opposite, "Naturally. The Ship of Theseus is an artifact in a museum. Over time, its planks of wood rot and are replaced with new planks. When no original plank remains, is it still the Ship of Theseus?"

Hex Vision added, "Secondly, if those removed planks are restored and reassembled free of the rot, is that the Ship of Theseus?

"Neither is the true ship. Both are the true ship," White Vision concluded, understanding what the other Vision meant. Both and neither of them were the Ship of Theseus... sort of. It was complicated.

Hex Vision smiled in relief, "Well then, we are agreed." At least there was no need for roughhousing and manhandling here. They were civilized men... or rather, civilized synthezoids.

"But I do not have the Mind Stone," White Vision interjected.

"And I do not have one single ounce of original material," Hex Vision pointed out. "Perhaps the rot is the memories. the wear and tear of the voyages. The wood touched by Theseus himself."

"So... Theseus in this context is Mom?" Yuuji finally understood after using ninety-nine percent of his remaining three brain cells. Megumi beside him nodded, murmuring a small, "Yeah."

White Vision allowed Hex Vision touch his head. Shockingly, the jujutsu sorcerers watching were also able to see the memories stored in the data of White Vision's forehead. Majority of it?

You.

His first memory after awakening was you, staring apprehensively up at his newborn form with so much caution in the Avengers Tower.

You, fighting Ultron's minions with him and the rest of the Avengers.

You, with eyeliner and mascara streaks down your face after your brother's death and when you'd ripped out Ultron's metal core.

You, unresistant in your sorrow and floating through the air, waiting to just die when Sokovia started falling like a meteor.

You, opening up to him about your grief on Pietro when you first moved to the Avengers Compound—that same day he changed your perspective about your family's and Pietro's passing.

You, levitating down with your magic in your new leather uniform as Captain America formed a New Avengers with you and Sam.

You, wallowing in your guilt after the Lagos Incident and the argument on the Sokovia Accords.

You, smiling up at him as you added a dash of paprika while you two were cooking in the kitchen, trying to momentarily forget everything else that had just happened.

You, escaping the Avengers Compound with Clint while restraining him and burying him a hundred floors down the ground with your powers, accepting your fear.

You, fighting those on Stark's team while you did your best to let Bucky and Steve escape to find Zemo.

You, in his arms on the ground as you recovered from hearing that screeching sound Rhodey used to distract you.

You, eloping to Scotland with him to sort out whatever it was between both of you—whatever you two were feeling.

You, walking towards him with a worried look on your face in that hotel room as you caressed his now-human face from his disguise, syncing with the Mind Stone through your magic.

You, standing on the wet street debating on whether you should just stay with him forever; to give up everything to be with him.

You, with that horrified look on your face as Corvus Glaive stabbed him before you were tossed away by Proxima Midnight.

You, trying to sew up his wound before he pushed you to dodge the weapon swung at you.

You, enraged as you threw a ball of psionics at Corvus Glaive, retrieving him and attempting to fly away with him only to be shot down to the train station.

You, staring at him with so much adoration in your eyes, telling him that you'd stay—that was before you stood up in front of him, ready to kill the two aliens who'd threatened your love.

You, tense and angry as he suggested that you destroy the Mind Stone during the discussion with Steve, Nat, Bruce, Rhodes, and Sam.

You, watching out of Shuri's laboratory worriedly, seeing the catastrophe brought about Thanos's troops.

You, flying down into that forest and running towards his fallen form, asking if he was okay while he felt Thanos near this dimension.

You, with that terrorized and tremulant expression as you readied your powers to defend him while Thanos eliminated your allies one by one.

You, crying, tears falling from your eyes, as you destroyed the Mind Stone on his head with one hand while you held back Thanos with the other.

You, hysterical as Thanos brought him back to life, stealing the remade Mind Stone before killing him again.

So much of it was you, and only you. Always you.

You were Vision's first and last memory. The one thing constant in his life.

After finally seeing both you and Vision's perspectives, the sorcerers could understand why your love story was so great and beautiful... yet ultimately so tragic.

And somehow? Strangely enough, seeing how Vision fell in love with you made the six sorcerers who adored you fall even harder.

Suddenly, they were back outside with you and Billy and Tommy, watching as S.W.O.R.D. agents pointed their weapons at Agatha. She scoffed, unafraid, before hoisting them high up in the air with her magic. "Same story, different century. There will always be torches and pitchforks for ladies like us, Wanda," she drawled boredly. She dropped the soldiers from a height that would seriously injure them.

"No!" you shouted, tendrils of red blasting from your hands, catching the agents before they slammed into the concrete. You let them down gently. With a serious look, you turned to you sons. "Boys, handle the military."

"These two children? Against the military?" Choso blinked. "Is that not... dangerous?"

"Well, you gotta give them some credit," Toji muttered. "They're not exactly normal kids. They're hers. Like her." He motioned with his head towards you. "Superpowered."

You glanced at Agatha, who was flying around, before turning back to your kids with a small smile—stroking their hair softly. "Mommy will be right back."

"Huh. Not the first time we've heard that," Gojo snickered, recalling the Shibuya Incident when you were... taking responsibility of Mahito and Kenjaku. "Mommy." Geto and Nanami promptly elbowed him on both sides.

They watched as you flew towards Agatha—who was also high up in the sky—dodging another of her magic blasts before you flicked your wrist and vanished into thin air. They'd seen you appear and disappear many times during the Age of Ultron, but this one... this was more similar to how Agatha had done it, with the mists and poof and all that. Agatha flew down onto the roof of a building, scanning her surroundings for your presence. But you were undetectable. Then, for the first time since your days with Ultron and Pietro, you did it. And if they found it unsettling before, it was downright creepy and unnerving to see you do it again after so many years.

You'd shown the ability to splice, edit, glitch, and reverse space and time. But they never realized that even when you were younger, when you were first fighting the Avengers, you already showed the ability to speed things up. Sure, it was seen with how space and time worked in the Westview Anomaly (plus your pregnancy), but now?

You soundlessly materialized from the shadows behind Agatha, walking eerily in an accelerated speed, like a movie being fast-forwarded but everything else staying still. You stopped right beside her, eyes glowing red. Wisps of scarlet emerged from your jerky, trembling fingers as you whispered incoherently, throwing Agatha into an illusion of her greatest fear. Just like you how you mind-controlled the Avengers.

"Hmm, old habits die hard, don't they?" Sukuna darkly chuckled, seeing the similarities of when you were first the villain fighting the heroes. He was wrong about his first impression of you—being only a nice old lady who was his stupid host's adoptive mother. This... what he'd discovered was much better. And he wanted to see how deep you'd go—how much hell and chaos you'd create just for the sake of your family.

They found themselves in 17th century Salem once more, the very same place they'd seen when Agatha showed you her own memories of when she stole the powers of her coven sisters. Said women were but withered corpses on the cold ground, the glow of the torches giving only the barest glints of light with how dark these woods were. Agatha was bound to the wooden stake, seeming scared at what you'd done. You appeared behind her, walking around the pole to stand in front of her, frowning at her deeply, "The difference between you and me, is that you did this on purpose."

The hooded corpses of her dead coven sisters began rising from the ground, bones and joints cracking abnormally as they stood up and moved towards Agatha. The boys were disturbed at the display of human remains moving once more. Sure, they'd seen cursed spirits do terrible shit, but turns out, some things still surprised them.

Agatha looked panicked, wide irises shifting to you. "No, no, no! No! No. Please, please! I beg you! No!" Then suddenly, her panicked gaze switched to a smug, unworried one. Your brows furrowed in confusion. The jujutsu sorcerers were baffled, too.

All of a sudden, the skulls of the deceased witches snapped sharply to you instead. They started chanting and repeating your name, voices raspy and grating at your eardrums. Behind you, Evanora—the ex-leader of the Salem Coven and mother to Agatha Harkness—pointed her withered index finger at you. You flinched in fear as you spun back to look at the woman, her scratchy voice speaking, "You..."

"That's creepy as fuck, if you ask me," Gojo mumbled to himself, face wrinkled in disgust. Geto beside him mirrored his expression.

Evanora continued to speak, slowly backing you into the space where Agatha was. Never did she let down her finger as she cornerned you. "You... are the Scarlet Witch," she declared.

"Told you so," Agatha smirked, unrestraining herself and moving away from the stake. More of her fellow Salem witches rose from the dead, grabbing your limbs and inhibiting further movement. Numerous bony digits tied you to the stake with glowing blue magic. You couldn't move even if you wanted to.

"Harbinger of Chaos!" Evanora shouted at you, making you wince again. The other witches repeated those words again. Wanda... Scarlet Witch... Harbinger of Chaos. It was beginning to make you nauseous.

"So it is written," the witches murmured, eerie dead eyes gazing at your entire form. It sent chills down your spine. "So it is foretold," they hummed.

"You can't win, Wanda!" Agatha stated, confident as she knew you were helpless. "Power isn't your problem. It's knowledge." Right as she said that, a crimson crown—similar yet so different to the blue anadem worn by Evanora in her time as the Master Sorceress of the ancient Salem Coven—materialized on your head, perfectly framing your features; an ominous symbol of what was to come for you. It glowed in the dimness of the forest amidst the few torches, the witches—including Agatha herself—gasping in awe at the sight of something they only knew from a book. The jujutsu sorcerers were also intrigued by the sight. You couldn't see what was happening, but your peripheral vision had some sort of reddish glow to it, and honestly, your head felt heavier with every second that passed.

"Give me your power, and I will correct the flaws in your original spell," Agatha offered softly, sounding sincere this time. The sorcerers could tell that your strong façade was breaking, crumbling, with how tempting it seemed. "And you, and your family, and the people of Westview can all live together in peace. And no one will ever have to feel this pain again. Not even you," she added, her luring proposal leaving you mesmerized. The pull her words had on you were magnetic, even with all the witches crooning your name once more, tempting you like the devil whispering in your head.

"She can't be actually considering it, right?" Choso asked, turning to his companions, their eyes trained on you, bound and silent.

"Considering what she's gone through and what's happening to her at this time, she looks like she's thinking about it," Nanami replied forlornly, unhappy with the turn of events. Were you that suicidal all those years ago?

"But they don't have Binding Vows or anything there in her world, or maybe she doesn't know about it yet," Geto added, eyes narrowed at Agatha. "She can't possibly trust this woman."

That's when you yelled out in frustration, releasing a huge blast of red energy that knocked all the dead witches away from you. You glared at Agatha, who spread her arms with a triumphant smile as you tackled her out of the illusion you made.

"Wow, that was aggressive even for Y/N. But at least she's fighting back," Satoru commented at the way you zeroed in on the other witch. He crossed his arms then nearly choked on his breath, finding himself (and the other sorcerers) back in Westview. They watched from the ground—alongside Vision, Billy, and Tommy—as you and Agatha took your fight higher into the bloody red skies of the Hex.

"Take it! I don't want it!" you yelled at Agatha, angrily hurling energy balls of your power at her. Vision flew up to help you, but you prevented him from doing so by projecting a barrier. This was your fight. This was your choice.

"Wanda, what are you doing!?" Vision screamed. He slowly flew back down to the twins.

"... Oh, I... stand corrected," Gojo blinked at your words, too stunned to say anything else as you continued to throw more blasts of your power at Harkness.

"Damn, is she that suicidal?" Toji scowled. You kept catapulting energy bursts at Agatha with practically no intervals in-between. You had become so reckless that you weren't even hitting Agatha most of the time, the blasts ending up crashing into the borders of the Hex.

"Well, her aim is as bad as how suicidal she seems right now," Choso frowned, eyebrows creased in worry. Even Agatha was grimacing at how you couldn't hit her accurately anymore. The more you chuckled magic bolts at Agatha, the more your entire body began to deteriorate. Your eyes became hollower, your skin sagging and more withered, and your hair turning completely grey.

"Mom!" Yuuji shouted in fear, coincidentally doing it the same time as Billy and Tommy cried out for you. Vision embraced them, but even he had no idea what you were planning to do wth all this. More and more shots were fired at Agatha, with most of them dissipating into whitish rumbles and waves on the walls of the Westview Anomaly. After a few minutes of continuously spending your energy, you were panting exhaustedly now, the red in your eyes glowing dimly as you and Agatha encircled each other in the sky.

"Come on, Wanda! Escape your fate!" Agatha cackled as she absorbed more of your power. "Release your burden!" And so you did. You gave it to her. You gave your all to Agatha to the point that it would hurt when she accepted your power. At this point, you were nearly a walking skeleton. It was a miracle you were still up in the sky. "There's more! I want it all!" Agatha screeched.

It was Nanami who spoke, "... Y/N isn't being reckless." His perceptive eyes kept analyzing how and why you kept missing. You had a plan, he thought. He just didn't know what. "She's not planning to die. Not this time, at least."

"How can you tell, Nanamin?" Yuuji asked, teary-eyed at your state as he gazed up at you, looking defeated as you no longer had to throw shots at Agatha. Your powers were automatically being siphoned into Agatha's body, leaving you powerless up in the sky.

"Because she's not stupid," Nanami simply reasoned. "And she's alive in our time as the most intelligent and powerful sorceress of our world. And her own."

The other jujutsu sorcerers started to agree, but they couldn't help but be worried for your helpless form in the skies. In the distance of the bloody red clouds, thunder rumbled and crackled, almost symbolizing how close to death you were. The twins cried again, with Vision trying to soothe them.

When Agatha was finished taking the last of your powers, she tilted her head at you cruelly. "About our deal," she started. "Once cast, a spell can never be changed. This world you made will always be broken... just like you." She pointed at you teasingly.

Yuuji snarled at her remark, with Megumi gripping hid arm to prevent him from doing anything rash. The looks of the other sorcerers had also darkened when they heard what Agatha said to you. However, those gazes turned baffled when they saw Agatha attempt to finish you off once and for all, only for barely any of purple magic to appear when she raised her hands. She tried again. Nothing. Panic began to settle into her veins.

"What...?" Megumi blinked at the sight. They all watched as your aged skin returned to its original, youthful state. Your hunched form straightened itself, and your bowed head looked straight at the Salem witch's anxious expression. You slowly—just ever so slightly—raised your right hand, then waved it once.

A gigantic, glowing white and red symbol appeared behind you. Another one materialized itself on the other side, behind Agatha. She turned around, her eyes wide as saucers when she realized what was happening.

"Runes?" Agatha stuttered.

"Oh," was all Gojo let out. "Oh. Shit."

"Those are... really big symbols..." Yuuji gasped out in awe.

"Hmm, so she was planning this all along and made it seem like she'd given up," Toji murmured to himself, impressed with your cunning ability and long patience to play the victim. Even you had nearly tricked him into thinking you were the loser in this fight.

"In a given space, only the witch who cast them can use her magic." You echoed Agatha's words back to her. Agatha instantly regretted what she'd said and done. Funny how she was the one who told you that your problem was knowledge, not power (and then she proceeded to unintentionally give you that same knowledge you lacked). "Thanks for the lesson." The tiara of red returned to frame your head once more. "But I don't need you to tell me who I am."

"Damn, she's a fast learner," Sukuna whistled. Not just the runes and the absorbing of powers thing, but even your superb acting abilities (ahem, acting weak and worried) were something you had gotten from Agatha. "Well, that witch brought it upon herself by pushing Granny to her limit."

Choso hummed, "Huh. It's like an uno reverse card, is that what they call it?"

Geto chuckled as you were starting to emerge victorious in this battle, "Yes. An uno reverse card, indeed." He slowly clapped, head tilted up to see you turn the tables. This time, you were the one stealing Agatha's power and all the others she'd stolen. This time, it was yours now—centuries worth of accumulated magic reserves and knowledge. "A performance of a lifetime."

Agatha wailed powerlessly as you stole all her (and your) magic, making it your own. The violet energy from Agatha made its way to you, turning pinkish in the middle, and finally crimson on your end. A bright white glow engulfed your form as the magic settled in your soul; that light became brighter and brighter until it was almost blinding to everyone. The air around you had changed, too, looking like it was exiting and entering your body all at once. You looked like a star being born in the cosmos, and it seemed to prove one thing.

The Scarlet Witch is not born, she is forged.

And right before their very eyes, it had happened. No, it was happening. You transformed into what had only been a dark myth. A legend personified. The white light vanished to show you in your full glory as the Scarlet Witch, the crown fully solid on your head and your regal attire looking like that of fantasy royalty. Your arms were spread open at your sides, streaks of black, red, and white Chaos Magic swirling on your palms.

"Oh, God. You don't know what you've done," Agatha exhaled fearfully.

You looked like a queen—no, a goddess that had been birthed by the energy of the universe itself. With a gentle sway of your hand, you let Agatha down onto the ground and let yourself step on it once more, too. Their was an aura to you that was much different to the one you showed just a few minutes ago before you transformed. You looked and felt powerful. Elegant. Magnificent.

It was one thing to see your astral form in the Scarlet Witch robes and another thing to see you become it right before their very eyes. The jujutsu sorcerers were speechless for the nth time as you walked towards the fallen Agatha.

"Good girl. So, what now? Just gonna lock me up somewhere?" Agatha weakly spat. You stared down at her, shaking your head. When you spoke, your Sokovian accent seemed much more evident. Prominent, like the effects of the All-American-Dream Hex were already fading slowly.

"No, not somewhere. Here," you revealed to her. "I’ll give you the role you chose. The nosy neighbor." You stepped closer go the now-powerless witch.

"No, please!" Agatha begged.

"I’m sorry," you murmured, bending down to touch her head.

"No, you’re not! You’re cruel!" Agatha countered back. At her statement, a strange smile (or was it a smirk) crept up your lips. The jujutsu sorcerers didn't know whether it was because you really believed now that you were cruel or if you were just brushing off Agatha's words. Either way, how you accepted it nonchalantly sent a tingle down their spine. Agatha flinched away from your touch, "You, you have no idea what you’ve unleashed. You’re gonna need me."

You were undeterred by her words. "If I do, I’ll know where to find you," you assured her.

"Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Wait—" You touched Agatha's forehead, reverting her back into Agnes. "Hiya, hon! Say, that’s some kinda getup you’re wearing. Did I leave the oven on, or is that just you, hot stuff?" It was terrifying and amazing how effortless you did that to her.

"You live here now. No one will ever bother you," you announced calmly.

"Okie dokie, artichoke!"

The twins ran to you, tackling you in a hug. Vision followed, softly smiling at you, "So, it would appear that our dream home has been reduced to a fixer upper. I know you’ll set everything right, just not for us."

It hurt. Yeah. It did. But after so many times, you finally grew to accept it without any bitterness in your heart, "No. Not for us."

"It’s time. Should we head home?" Vision suggested. You nodded sadly, locking eyes with Monica before the you and your family leave the scene. The Hex starts to pull back in, gradually returning Westview to normal. It looked like evening when you all arrived back at the restored house. You and Vision return to your regular civilian clothes as you enter the threshold. The Hex continues shrinking as you and Vision tuck the kids in. The jujutsu sorcerer spectators found strings tugging at their hearts at the bittersweet sight.

"Okay, hop in. Snug as a bug," you whispered to Billy, adjusting his comforter.

"Big day today. Your mother and I… are very proud of you both," Vision grinned, every ounce of the proud father he was supposed to be.

You smiled softly, "Very proud. You know, a family is forever. We could never truly leave each other even if we tried. You know that, right?" The twins nodded at you. Holding yourself back from crying in front of your children, you kissed their foreheads and held each of them close in your arms. You would never ever be ready to let go. Never. But you had to. It was for the best.

"Good night, chaps." It was Vision's farewell to your children. They stared at you, all snuggled and tucked in for the night.

"Good night, dad. Good night, mom." You and Vision stood in the doorway, looking at the twins with a nostalgic glaze your eyes. How time flies. One moment, they were newborns in your arms. Now? They'd grown so big. So smart. So beautiful. So strong. It tugged at your heartstrings to see them like this. The jujutsu sorcerers were on the adjacent side of the twins' bedroom, watching as you said your goodbyes to your babies. It was a sad sight, in all honesty.

From the glass window, you noticed the borders of the Hex were getting smaller—getting nearer to the house. After a few moments of silence, you spoke up after mustering up the strength to say the words you wanted to say. "Boys…" you began. It felt like you were addressing everyone in the room, including the jujutsu sorcerers. "Thanks for choosing me... to be your mom," you finished quietly, your eyes brimming with tears as you smiled and switched off the lights.

The twins smiled. At least that was your last memory of them. At your words, Yuuji—standing beside Gojo and Nanami—burst into tears, lips wobbling. "Momma..." he sniffled, wiping his tears quickly. A sad-looking Choso rubbed his younger brother's back. Sukuna said nothing as his host sobbed. Megumi, Geto, and Toji were near you when you shut the bedroom door.

Then, they found themselves transported in your living room, seeing your longing gaze at the family photo on the small table beside the couch. You began turning off the lamps in preparation for your last goodbye, only for Vision to switch one on again. You turned around with a questioning look.

"Oh, I, uh... read somewhere that it’s bad luck to say goodbye in the dark," Vision tried to explain, but you knew him too well. You sadly smiled at him.

"No, you didn’t," you chuckled.

Realizing he was caught, Vision admitted it the truth to you, "No, no. Perhaps... no. Perhaps… I just wanted to see you clearly."

"And?" you teased, tilting your head at him. Vision smiled at you. He was always so handsome when he did that.

"And there you are," your husband admired, almost breathless. The sorcerers could understand. Right now, even in the midst of your goodbyes, you looked beautiful. Wonderful. You both walked to the window, watching as the shrinking walls of the Hex approached quicker. You and Vision tightly clasped your hands together.

"Wanda, I know we can’t stay like this," Vision began hesitantly. "But before I go, I feel I must know. What am I?"

Seeing his fear at the prospect of disappearing again, you cupped his cheek reassuringly, "You, Vision, are the piece of the Mind Stone that lives in me." You swallowed, holding back your tears. "You are a body of wires and blood and bone that I created." You bit your lip, trying to memorize his features for the last time. "You are my sadness and my hope. But mostly, you’re my love."

"Fucking hell," Geto muttered, staring up at the ceiling to stop his own tears from falling. He couldn't imagine how hard it was to say goodbye to the love of your life for the hundredth time. Gojo right beside him already had tears falling down his cheeks, but he was silent. Nanami was torn between watching you and your husband and looking away—it was such a private, precious moment and he felt like he was intruding. Toji closed his eyes, knowing exactly how it felt to bid farewell to his wife. Megumi had already looked away, but he felt his heart break with everything you'd gone through. Yuuji was still sobbing, with Choso comforting him but also listening to your monologue.

You and Vision shared a final kiss before he spoke again. "I have been a voice with no body, a body but not human, and now, a memory made real. Who knows what I might be next?" A lone tear fell from your eye at his words. "We have said goodbye before, so it stands to reason—"

"We’ll say hello again," you told him, your other hand caressing his other cheek. Then you felt it. You felt the last portions of the spell begin to wear off. The Hex shrunk around the house, flickering back through all of its different iterations—all those previous eras and forms. Vision began to dissolve into the golden wires, light, and fibers you'd initially made him from.

"So long, darling," Vision whispered. The last remnant of the Hex which faded was your wedding ring. Dazed, you looked around. You were back at the empty, unfinished lot you started with weeks ago. You blinked slowly, everything sinking in.

You were alone again.

This time, you accepted it and had come to terms with it. At least this time, you were able to have a beautiful goodbye with your family.

The jujutsu sorcerers were silent as they observed you pull your black hood over your head, going back to the now-normal town square. The townsfolk stared at you, some whispering, some terrified—their looks were a mix of pity, judgment, anger, terror, and apprehension. If this were their world, the jujutsu sorcerers knew that curses would have started swarming in this place.

"Y/N," Gojo whispered. So this was your walk of shame. You approached Monica. She only showed relief for you.

"They’ll never know what you sacrificed for them," Monica said sympathetically. You shook your head slowly.

"It... wouldn't change how they see me," you replied, heaviness in your heart. "And you, you don’t... you don’t hate me?"

Monica paused, then gave her honest answer, "Given the chance and given your power, I’d bring my mom back. I know I would."

"I’m sorry... for all the pain I caused," you apologized sincerely. Remorsefully. You'd never meant for any of this to happen. "I don’t understand this power... but I will."

When sirens from the FBI approached in the distance, you gave one last nod to your... friend, "Goodbye, Monica." She did the same before you magically changed into a hooded version of your Scarlet Witch getup, flying off into the distance. You took one last look at the place you'd called home—Westview—and moved on.

Then it faded to black.

"Is that it?" Toji said, looking around them. Complete darkness. Suddenly, they were in an area surrounded by tall, mountainous, lush forests and huge lakes. There was a lakeside cabin behind them, and you were quietly sitting on the porch in your loungewear, a cup of warm tea nestled in your hands. You were breathing in the cold air, seeming as if you were at peace in this place.

"Y/N?" they said simultaneously. Then, at that very moment, they heard a kettle from inside the cabin start whistling loudly. You stood up, walking back in. They followed you—even if your past self couldn't see them. Where were you now? Is this where you isolated yourself from the rest of the world? As they followed you, they noted the tiny details engraved on the wooden walls of your cabin. Runes. They watched you pour more tea into your cup before they sensed a sinister presence inside the cabin with. The threatening aura came from another room nearby—your bedroom, so it seemed. But you didn't seemed bothered at all. They rushed to your open bedroom, instantly stopping in their tracks when they saw the source of the dark presence.

It was you, in your astral form, eyes and hands glowing with your Chaos Magic as you flipped through and meticulously read the pages of the Darkhold. Your movements seemed erratic and unstable—hypnotized, almost, with your head and fingers twitching as you continued to absorb the contents of the Book of the Damned. In the room, they suddenly heard the voices of your children crying out for help, echoing and reverberating. Whether it was an illusion or not, they had no clue. But they saw a determined, darkened expression cross your face before you waved your hands. All turned red.

And they were back in the darkness, stunned. The next thing they knew, a hologram had popped out of the darkness they were in, showing them the rest of the events in your previous universe, concerning a few magic friends of yours... namely Dr. Strange messing up a spell with Spiderman and Loki (and his lady friend slash variant Sylvie) messing up the timelines through the death of He Who Remains. After watching WandaVision, these two events in your universe shocked them to the core. Just when they thought everything couldn't get worse, everything around them began rumbling and shaking.

They had no idea that what they had witnessed was only the beginning.

And you, as the Scarlet Witch, were just starting.

(next chapter)

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Despite Harry being less than active on social media, it doesn’t mean that he didn’t creep through Instagram and Twitter after the shows.

He used a fake account to scroll, constantly liking pictures and videos of his wife dancing or funny fan signs to his phone.

Tonight, after the Philly show, YN was already fast asleep in their tour bus bed - she had curled into Harry with her leg between his and her head on his bicep.

Harry was trending on Twitter for his show, however, he scrolled a bit further and noticed that a hashtag called #JusticeforYN was trending.

When he clicked on the link, it took him down a rabbit hole of screenshots and videos from the concert.

It doesn’t take long to see what had happened, it was a girl recording herself on Snapchat from the pit during the concert.

The ‘fan’ held up her phone enough that you could see her but also YN, Jeff, Harry Lambert, and Tommy in the background behind the pit.

Adore You started blasting through his AirPod and the girl recorded his wife dancing with their friends - he gets distracted for a moment, watching her have fun and sing along.

He loved her so fucking much.

But then, it’s the next clip, and the captioned text on the video said ‘Harry’s Whore.’

The small smile on his face disappears instantly when he sees where this is going.

In the next few segments, the girl is screaming things at YN who can’t even hear them because of the music but it’s still completely disrespectful.

“Hi, Harry’s Whore!”

“Get the fuck outta here, nobody wants you here!”

“Fuck you!”

It makes Harry rage, even from the comfort of his bunk with his perfect love, and then he digs deeper to find his real fans defending YN.

YN was pretty loved by the fans. She was always kind, posted pictures of Harry (because he rarely did), and made really kickass merch.

He finds the Twitter account of the girl who harassed his wife, her name was Gina, and he read through her tweets.

She was going to three more of the concerts - following them from Philly to Detroit.

One of her tweets said…

‘If you guys are mad about what I said during the last concert, just wait what I have to say to her next time.’

And he also finds out that she had won a meet and greet for the DC show through the record label and Harry already knew what he was gonna do.

YN wakes up before Harry, sitting in the small living area of the bus - watching a cooking show on the television and still slightly dozing in and out of sleep.

“Hi bun,” She mumbles, opening her arms and legs to let Harry flop between them. Chest to chest and he was a bit to heavy for this but he liked laying like this.

“Mornin’, my love,” Harry rasps, peppering kisses all over her jaw and the smooth column of her neck until she giggles.

“Shouldn’t you be saying good morning to your whore on tour?” YN replies, her voice is light and unbothered - obviously found out the online drama.

Harry tenses up, looks up at her seriously, and tells her, “M’gonna take care of it.”

“Don’t, it’s fine, bubs,” YN assures him, she’s smiling softly and Harry just…he is so obsessed with the woman below him that he has to kiss her for a long moment.

“No, it’s not. I’m not going t’let someone treat m’wife like that. She won tha’ meet and greet. I’m gonna have a talk w’her when she comes backstage,” Harry tells her, lips brushing on every word and he can help but grind his hips forward against her.

“Always so horny in the morning,” Yn teases but still lets her thighs fall open a little bit more so that the only barrier is their underwear.

“Can y’blame me? Look wha’ I wake up to,” He rumbles, voice getting illogically deeper and raspier when he speaks.

It’s not long before he tugs his briefs down just enough and her panties to the side to get inside her with his lips glued to hers.

He’s whispering things that would make him blush with embarrassment if anyone heard him.

“Can’t believe y’mine after all this time.”

“Y’my perfect match, on m’knees for you whenever you ask.”

“Arena full of people and all I see is you, baby.”

“Feel like heaven.”

“Only y’make me feel like this.”

“Come on, stubborn girl. Show me y’love me.”

Harry looks insanely stunning in his purple outfit but honestly - YN always steals the show (without even trying). ***

They’re in a common area, waiting for the meet and greet with the fans - it’s comical how Gina’s face drops when she arrives to see Harry facing away from everyone with YN giggle as he crowds her up against a wall.

They can hear Harry murmur, “Y’alway showin’ me up. Only gonna be able to look at y’during the show, bug.”

“Harry,” Jeff calls to his client, making him turn around and his eyes instantly search the small groups of fans until his eyes land on a girl dressed in a bright pink fishnet dress and boa.

“You,” Harry points at her, his face isn’t giving away any emotion, “Can I have a chat w’you?”

“S-sure,” She stutters, eyes wide and excited - oblivious that Harry actually knows what she had been posted on social media.

The singer takes her off to the side, YN’s eyes keep darting to them as she chats with the friendly fans who are complimenting her dress and her merch designs.

Frank is standing near Harry, prepared to escort the girl out after the conversation.

“Can we get a selfie?” Gina asks, pulling out her cellphone.

“No,” Harry replies seriously, “You also are going to get escorted out of this arena and banned from any of my future concerts.”

“Wh-what?” The girl stumbles, eyes watering as she looks at him in confusion and dismay.

“I need to make this a safe space for everyone who comes to my concerts. That especially includes m’wife. And I don’t feel comfortable havin’ someone scream at m’wife and posting nasty things on social media attending my concert.”

Realization flashes across Gina’s face, “I’m so so sorry. I can apologize. I really didn’t mean-“

“No. I don’t think my whore of a wife would want to hear it,” Harry chuckles with a nasty edge, “Y’can fuck off now. Go find a new artist to harass ‘cause if I see y’face at one of m’concerts - y’getting kicked out immediately.”

Frank appears beside them, gently guiding the hysterical girl out of the room while the fans look back in confusion.

They forget all about it once Harry saunters up to them and gives them a crooked smile, “Hi, m’Harry. How are y’guys?”

The fans don’t miss his hand moving quickly to squeeze his wife’s hip in reassurance before starting to sign things and take pictures.

Later that night, the disgruntled ‘fan’ sends out a nasty few tweets where real fans go after her and defend YN.

Also, the true fans are cooing over the fact that Harry is such a good husband.

haleyhs22: omg, could you imagine being called out by the nicest guy on this earth

tpwkjess_young: okay but I wish I had the luck that @ynstyles has to get a manz like that 😩

UsWeekly: Harry Styles bans ignorant fan from tour after nasty videos were leaked attacking his wife

strawberriesinsummer: harry is such a VIBE. Like he deadass kicked that girl out and then spent the whole night trying to seduce his wife with his shimmies and winks - he’s the hoe 🍑

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griffintail · 3 years

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Kinda dumb, but the SBI family (separately) walking into the kitchen to see their friend in tears, and they immediately start into trying to figure out what happened and who made their friend cry; which translates to “Who do I need to bury 6 feet under for hurting you?”.

Y/N then has to explain, through their tears and slight laughter, that no one made them cry, they were just chopping onions for part of a snack.

Who's Cutting Onions?!

Pairings: SBI x GN! Reader

Warnings: None! :D

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Tommy

Tommy initially panics when he walks into the kitchen to get a drink.

Oh ender, why are they crying? Oh ender, what happened? Oh ender, oh ender, oh ender. What does he do?!

Then he came to their side, taking their arm, quickly asking questions.

“What happened? Did someone hurt you? Was it Dream? I’ll kill that green bastard!” He declared.

Then they started to laugh through the tears and he looked at them like they had gone insane.

“I-I was just cutting onions, T-Tommy.” They laughed.

“Wha-” He looked down at the counter to see the pile of chopped onions. “What the hell!”

“Sorry I worried you, Tommy.” They smiled at him.

“You-You didn’t worry me! The onions were clearly there! I knew what was wrong!” Tommy tried to deny it. “Since you’re a pussy and can’t cut the onions, I’ll do it instead.”

(Y/N) laughed and let him do it, Tommy refusing to look at them as the smell started to make him tear up as well.

They did share their snack though as Tommy did help.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Wilbur

Wilbur heard (Y/N) sniffling before he came into the kitchen and was much quicker to enter when he heard them.

When he saw them wiping away tears, he was also quick to come over and hug them.

“Why are you crying? Smile!” He demanded with his own small smile.

(Y/N) laughed at that and he grinned brightly at how easy it was to make them laugh before they explained what was wrong.

“Aw did a little onion hurt your feelings?” He teased.

“I don’t know if I’m inclined to share if you’re mean to me.” They wiped their eyes with their sleeve as they smiled.

“Well, would you be more inclined to share if I massacred the onion for making you cry for you?”

They laughed again as Wilbur chuckled himself, pushing (Y/N) to the side, cutting the onion for them, indeed tearing up himself put threw out insults to the food making (Y/N) a mess of laughter.

It was a good snack.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Technoblade

Techno’s hand was on his axe the second he saw them wiping away tears as they were stepping away from the counter.

“Who did it?” Techno said bluntly.

(Y/N) looked at him confused as they sniffled slightly. “What?”

“Who hurt you?”

(Y/N) would stare confused before snorting as they laughed with the tears on their cheeks.

Techno would then stare at them confused.

“I don’t think this is a very funny thing.”

“Techno, I was cutting onions.” They motioned to the cutting board with said onions.

Techno would stand there blankly as (Y/N) giggled before going over to the cutting board.

(Y/N) watches curiously as Techno cuts the onion then walking off like nothing happened.

“…WAIT! How did you do that without tearing up?!” (Y/N) called out as they quickly followed him.

A master doesn’t teach all his secrets though.

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Philza

Phil went stiff as he went by the kitchen and heard (Y/N) sniffling.

Quickly, he went in just as they were wiping tears away on their sleeve.

“What happened? Are you alright? Did you hurt yourself or did someone hurt you?” Phil asked quickly, taking their arm gently.

(Y/N) looked at him, giving a quiet giggle. “Aw, is Phil worried about me?”

“Mate. You’re crying.” He defended himself.

(Y/N) giggled quite a bit more as they continued to wipe tears away. “I’m just tearing up because I was cutting onions.”

Phil looked over and sure enough, those were onions.

“The great Philza Minecraft was worried about me.” They teased.

“Fuck off.” Phil scoffed. “You cried over an onion.”

“You try and do it without at least sniffling.” They offered the knife to him.

“Nah mate, I’ll leave the crying to you.”

“You cared and now you’re being mean to me.” They whined and Phil just laughed.

He did eventually help them, though not after teasing them while they were doing it on their own.

#mcyt reader insert #mcyt oneshots #mcyt imagine #tommyinnit x reader #wilbur soot x reader #philza x reader #technoblade x reader #sbi x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt fanfiction

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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I'm sorry for adding on to your pile of requests but I just wanted some family fluff with sbi where all of the siblings are having fun on a road trip or vacation

I don't know if that's specific enough for you if you want a little more detail maybe they're just being really dumb and making stupid videos with each other because that's something my sister and I do a lot

(A/N): I hope you don’t mind that I added Kristin and Tubbo (BASED ON THE CHARACTERS, NOT ACTUAL PEOPLE). Real life AU btw (no covid tho)

Okokok so this is deadass something Philza and Kristin is both dreading and looking forward to

1. They love spending time with their family especially now since yall are getting older and don’t spend as much time together anymore/getting ready to fly the coop

2. Have you met the SBI fam? Chaos incarnated.

After packing, yall set out on your trip to the hotel yall rented for a week or so (about an eight hour drive away from the house)

You and your twin Tommy 100% smuggle Tubbo underneath all of the luggage and a blanket

You’ll just ask them for forgiveness when you’re about halfway through

It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than permission

Wilbur and Technoblade catching you hiding the stowaway and blackmailing you both into doing their chores for a few week

Seating: Phil and Kristin in the front, Tech and Wil in the middle, You and Tommy in the back, and Tubbo in the trunk (it’s a mom van)

Before getting too far into the trip, a gas station is raided for snacks and drinks

Philza raising a brow at the amount of food you and Tommy get

Philza’s eyes were torn off from the refrigerator in front of him by his wife lightly nudging him. Looking at her in question, she raised her eyebrows and pointed at their youngest kids. It looked like they were just looking at the Monster drinks, so why- oh god the last thing he needed was two already hyper teenagers hopped up on Monster trapped in a car for eight hours. Before he could go over there to stop them, Kristin grabbed his arm.

“They’re up to something. Listen to what they’re saying.”

He strained his ears to hear what you both are whispering to each other. “...e like this flavor?”

Tommy shrugged, “I dunno. I’ll text him.”

As Tommy texted someone, Phil looked back at his wife. She wore a similar wary expression as they both stared at each other. He nodded in confirmation, “definitely. How do you reckon we confront them?”

He watched as his wife thought for a moment before she sighed and looked at him with a hint of excitement in her eyes, “let’s wait to see. It might be a pleasant surprise.”

“What? Are you mad?” He eyed his youngest gremlins once more. It seemed that they finally decided on a flavor and are now moving on to the snack portion. He looked back at his wife and felt his heart skip a beat at the small grin on her face. “...fine. Let’s just see what they’re doing after they do it.” Oh, the things he does for love.

He kept a very close eye on you two after that

You both are on your phones for longer than usual

Texting Tubbo so that he wasn’t lonely

Tubbo has fun with hiding too, never being bored at all

The only thing that he (and you and Tommy) struggled with was holding in his laughter

You jumped as you felt someone gently slap your shoulder. Turning around, you saw Tubbo’s hand peeking over the backs of the seats. You glanced at your parents in the front seats, they were deep in conversation. Good. You saw Tommy stifle a laugh and pull out his phone to record.

Tubbo made grabby hands at something but you didn’t know what he wanted, so you decided to mess with him a bit. Smirking, you put your earbuds in his hand. It snaked back underneath the blanket before he threw it back at you and did more intense grabby hands. You put your metal water bottle in his hand. He did the same thing before he threw it back at you. It collided with your forehead with a loud bong sounding throughout the car. Tommy started to laugh loudly and ended the video. You followed suit in the laughter as Tubbo’s hand froze midair and quickly slinked back into his lair.

All noise in the car came to a halt as they all looked behind them (well, Phil glanced through the rearview mirror suspiciously) to see you and Tommy laughing your asses off with you holding your forehead. Through blurred vision, you could see Kristin looking at you with worry and Techno and Wilbur looking confused and mildly annoyed.

“(Y/n) honey are you alright? What happened?” You opened your mouth to respond, but only wheezes came out making you laugh harder. You could hear Tubbo silently cackling to himself in the back, the blanket shaking slightly. Without being able to speak, you only nodded your head and gave her a thumbs up.

Tommy sent the video into the siblings' group chat and you could see over Wilbur’s shoulder as he watched it before starting to cackle and save the video to his phone. Even Techno got a good chuckle out and saved it to his phone making Phil and Kristin even more suspicious. Well, Kristin was just excited for what you two (four? Was Techno and Wilbur in on it as well?) had planned. Phil could just imagine the chaotic things you had planned. And he did not like what came to his mind.

When the rest stop came eventually (about three hours into the trip), you all left the car to stretch your legs and take care of business

Taking separate ways to walk in pairs (same person they sat next to in the car)

You and Tommy wait until Phil and Kristin leave before getting Tubbo out of the trunk

You three vibe walking along the winding sidewalks for a bit before you come back to the car and get Tubbo back into the trunk

You, however, forgot to use the bathroom so you leave Tommy and Tubbo in the car

“Fuck, I forgot to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Be quick, I’m not fuckin telling em if we forget you.”

“Pfft, they won’t forget me. Stop joking around.”

With that, you left the car and made a beeline to the bathroom. After that, you went back to the car. Well, where the car was supposed to be. There was no sight of a van anywhere in the parking lot. That asshole, he just let them drive off? He and Tubbo’s probably giggling to themselves in the backseat like school girls. You were only gone for like eight minutes.

Sighing, you walked over to a nearby bench and sat down, pulling up Techno’s contact and calling him.

He picked up after a few rings. The second you heard the dial tone stop, you spoke to him, “check the backseat.”

“What? You’re taking a nap, why’re you calling me I’m literally right in front of you.”

“Just fuckin check, Tech.”

In the background, you could hear Tommy snickering to himself. You heard some rustling before Techno started laughing, “Dad, we left (y/n) at the rest stop.”

“YEAH YA FUCKIN DID!”

You could hear loud laughter from your brothers and muffled cursing from Phil. You heard Kristin tell Techno to hand her the phone.

“We’re so sorry, we’re turning around right now. We’ll be there in about five minutes. Stay in one place and don’t talk to strangers.”

“I dunno Mom, that trucker looks really friendly. Might do some hitch hiking with him.”

You ended up befriending an old lady when she sat next to you on the bench with her husband. She even gave you some butterscotch and those strawberry hard candies that all older people somehow have but you can never find in stores. Her husband was telling you stories about his younger days when you saw the familiar van pull into the parking lot. Waving goodbye, you thanked them and hopped back into the car.

After profuse apologizing from your family and scolding Tommy for tricking them, you were on the road again. You glared at Tommy with a small smile on your face, “you fuckin prick. Did you seriously make it look like I was sleeping under a blanket?”

“Yeah, I told you that I wouldn’t tell them if we forgot you.”

“You fuckin dick,” you grabbed a few butterscotches and strawberry candies and handed some to Tubbo after ensuring your parents weren’t looking. He took them gratefully and quickly. You heard him whisper a ‘thank you’ and opened them with plastic crinkling.

“Wha- are those butterscotches? Gimme some.” He was about to snatch them out of your hands before you moved away from him. “No, you left me at the rest stop. You don’t get any. Do you guys want some? I’ve got butterscotches and strawberry candies.”

After you handed them out to your family, Phil looked at you confused in the rearview mirror, “(y/n), where’d you get these?”

“Oh, I just made some friends with an old couple while I was waiting.”

“You what? What if they kidnapped you?”

“Naw they couldn’t’ve. Ethel has hip problems and Charles was in a wheelchair. They were chill anyway.”

“...Just- just don’t do that again.” “Well don’t forget me again at a rest stop three hours away from home and you got yourself a deal.”

After a while the family was chill again and everything was back to normal

It was getting closer and closer to when Tubbo would make his reveal

You three agreed that Tubbo would just wait for the perfect time

That time came about three hours later when Phil and Kristin was asking everybody where they should stop for food

“So kids, we have three options: McDonalds, Wendy’s, and Arby’s. What do you want?”

“Wendy’s is obviously the superior choice.” Tommy proclaimed and you nodded in agreement. You leaned back and whispered to Tubbo, “now would be a great time.” You pulled out your phone to discreetly record the front seat.

“No it isn’t. Arby’s is you heathens.” Wilbur chimed in, glancing at his twin for back up. Techno shrugged, “I’m fine with anything as long as it’s edible.”

“I’m more of a fan of Wendy’s myself!” Tubbo’s muffled voice chimed in from his makeshift hut in the trunk. You snickered as Kristin whipped her head around to look at the back seat and Phil’s eyes snapping up to look at you through the rearview mirror.

“...Tubbo?”

“Hi Mrs. Tommy and (y/n)’s mum!” You flipped the camera around just in time to catch Tubbo poking his head out of the blanket and grin sheepishly at them. You panned over to Tommy’s ruby red face as he was holding in his laughter before flipping it back to the front.

“You absolute gremlins, this is what you’ve been hiding?” Phil scolded you and Tommy, his knuckles whitening from gripping the steering wheel. You could see his shoulders bouncing slightly with a slight strain in his voice from holding in chuckles.

“Honey, have you been in the trunk this entire time?”

“Yeah, but it’s quite comfy back here! Tommy and (y/n) gave me pillows and some snacks. Got some stretching done at the rest stop.”

“You’ve been back there for six hours?” Phil’s incredulous voice asked.

“Yep! Don’t worry, I had a lot of room. Anyways, my vote goes to Wendy’s.”

The car was quiet before Kristin started to laugh, “Wendy’s it is. See Phil, I told you it was gonna be a pleasant surprise!”

Tubbo sat between you and Tommy in the backseat for the rest of the trip

Techno and Wilbur saying that they knew Tubbo was back there but left out the blackmail part

There was no way they’d risk losing their little siblings doing their chores for them for a few weeks

At the hotel, the rooming was the same as the seating in the car

You, Tommy, and Tubbo having the time of your lives alone in your hotel room

Jumping on the beds, checking for hidden cameras and double sided mirrors (well, that doesn’t sound fun, but you had fun doing it), truth or dare, racing each other down the halls at night time, the works

B L A N K E T F O R T S (but always cleaning up the hotel room in the mornings bc yall are respectful to the staff)

Getting plenty of videos of you guys ding dong ditching Techno and Wilbur’s room

Them getting tired of it so they tell Dadza and Momza and they tell you to stop : (

Walking around aimlessly around the hotel hallways with Wilbur and Techno

Going up and down elevators aimlessly

Pulling an all nighter with Tommy and Tubbo on the last day

Philosophical late night talks when yall hardly know what you’re saying anymore (and becoming closer than ever before)

“Tommy, Tubbo?” You three were currently sitting on the balcony chairs looking out at the empty parking lot and the occasional cars driving by. It was about three in the morning and you guys were determined to stay up all night. “If you think about it, a hotdog is puréed meat in an intestine casing. When we eat the hotdogs, we turn it back into puréed meat. It eventually goes through your intestines which makes you the hotdog for a solid couple of hours.”

“...What the fuck, (y/n).”

“No no, they’ve got a point. Don’t you understand, Tommy? We are hotdogs.”

“...I’m starting to think you guys need sleep. Speakin nonsense.”

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“Do you two reckon we’re alone in the universe?”

“What do you mean, Tubbo?” You glanced at the male next to you and raised an eyebrow. He was looking up at the stars with furrowed brows.

“Like, do you guys think there’s life out there. Looking down at us right now wondering the same thing.”

You hummed and looked up at the stars. They were twinkling down at you with the occasional shooting star blazing by. Red lights from far off satellites being the only visible sign of humans in the dark expanse of space. “I think so. I mean, nobody knows how big the universe is. You never really know.”

“Honestly I don’t know what’s scarier, being the only lifeforms and being completely alone or having things out there that we don’t know about.”

You sling an arm over your twin’s shoulders, “that doesn’t matter. As long as we have each other, we’ll never be alone. We’ll face whatever the universe has in store for us together.”

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“I don’t know, I just hate it when people only see me as the loud annoying one. It really gets to me sometimes and I don’t know what I should do about it. Fuck, even Wil and Tech see me like that.”

“Toms, fuck them. They don’t know you like we do. You’re caring, ambitious, and brave.”

“Yeah, don’t listen to what they say. We’ll prove them wrong when we form our own nation one day.”

Tommy’s sullen expression slowly melted into a smile, “yeah, I’d like that. You’d be the president.”

Tubbo grinned back at Tommy, “and you’ll be my trusty vice president and (y/n)’ll be our Secretary of State. We’ll rule together.”

“Our nation would be a place for people to escape tyranny and injustice. Somewhere where men could live free, you two would be amazing leaders.”

“What do we call it though is the question,” Tubbo hummed in thought.

“How about ‘Manberg’?”

You looked at your twin with half lidded, exhausted eyes, “I like it, but it needs more… pizazz. How about L’manberg?”

You watched as he smiled widely at the stars, “it’s perfect.”

Watching the sunrise together on the balcony wrapped in blankets

Sleeping on the rest of the way back home

Best sleep of your life

When you wake up (about an hour or so away from home), you see that there’s blankets over you three and you had your head on Tubbo’s shoulder, Tubbo had his leaned up against the seat behind him, and Tommy’s cheek was squished against the window

You stretch out your limbs a bit trying not to disturb the two beside you

Checking your phone to see pictures of you three sleeping sent into the family group chat with Kristin replying with a bunch of heart emojis

You send the videos and pictures you took along the way of you, Tommy, and Tubbo doing stupid things in the hotel room and in the car

If you looked in the middle row, you could see Wilbur watching the scenery pass by out the window with his earbuds in

Techno is reading one of his books (you have no idea how he doesn’t get car sick)

Phil and Kristin are talking lowly to each other holding hands on the center counsel

Soft radio music is playing in the background

Life is good

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mothra-mcyt · 4 years

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☾ MCYT's reaction to you asking them to protect your drink at a party ☽

!Warning meantions of drugs, alcohol and cursing!

》 George 《

I feel like he‘s a lightweight so either he‘s not drinking any alcohol at a party or he gets drunk as fuck

If he‘s really drunk you shouldn‘t trust him with your drink I’m gonna be honest that man won’t be able to concentrate on your drink fro more than 5 seconds

If he‘s sober tho you surely can trust him with your drink

That man has no bad intentions

But if someone is really scary and buff trying to drug your drink he‘s probably not gonna fight them because that man has noodle arms

》 Sapnap 《

He might make some jokes but he definitely wouldn‘t do anything to your drink because this man drinks his respect women juice

I would trust this man with my life he would definitely beat up anyone who wants to fuck with your drink and he would not hold back

This man may look very chill and laid back but if you try to fuck with his friends oh lord

He may be a little bit high tho if there‘s any drugs involved in the party but that won‘t hold him back much

That man will probably look over you and your drink subtly the entire rest of the party just to make sure you‘re really okay

》 Badboyhalo 《

That man is probably the most sober person at a party and the nicest person

Probably as soon as you tell him that you have to leave your drink alone for a few minutes he'll ask if he can watch out that it's safe

I don't know about you but i think that guy can be scary as fuck he knows how to throw knifes i would trust that man with my life even if he doesn't look very scary

When you come back he's gonna tell you that he's happy that you trust him so much to leave your drink with him

》 Awesamdude 《

Another person that's really nice and protective over the people he loves so he's a person you can trust with your drink

He's also tall so he'll probably just intimidate anyone that comes near him when he's holding your drink

He'll also not be annoyed at all when you ask him and react really nicely

"Wha- Oh yeah sure!"

Looks very serious while he's protecting your drink because that man takes his job seriously (cough prison cough) and doesn't want anything happening to you

》 Tommyinnit 《 (platonic)

I have mixed thoughts about him honestly on the one hand he loves women but he's also Tommy

But he wouldn't do anything to your drink for sure

And if you ask him nicely and are friends with him he'll protect your drink for sure and i don't think anyone really would want to come near him

So overall you would be safe with giving him your drink

When you come back he's maybe going to complain that you took too long but he doesn't mean it

》 Tubbo 《 (platonic)

The thing is he definitely wouldn't do anything to your drink we know that like you can trust him

And he's smart so he would notice if someone would want to do something to your drink

But he couldn't hold himself in a fight and we all know that

He'll also be very happy that you trust him with your drink and will do his best to make sure that nothing happens to it

》 Fundy 《

honestly who managed to convince him to go to a party and how did they do it

He's probably keeping to himself so when you asked him he's kinda surprised and confused at first

"What do you mean? You want me to protect your drink? Sure I guess just don't take too long."

While you're away his brain slowly starts to process what you mean and realises why

And that's where he gets protective and makes sure that nothing is going to happen to your drink

》 Wilbur 《

If he's not the one driving he's definitely going to get really drunk but he can still control himself so you're safe with giving him your drink

"Oh you want me to watch over your drink? Sure!"

We know from certain pictures of him that he can look very intimidating and he's 6'5'' (195 cm) tall so no one would be brave enough to go near your drink

Probably while he's watching over your drink he'll tell a person off his hate of anteaters

Imma be honest he was probably making sure that nothing is happening to you the whole time you were at the party

》 Schlatt 《

When you asked him he was pretty confused at first so you had to explain why you need someone to protect your drink to him

You have to do a little bit of convincing him because that man hates responsibility

"Why me?"

But he's not a complete arsehole so he'll probably give in and watch over it for you

And once he watches over it he'll make sure that nothing is going to happen to it

Also seems like the type of guy who would fight someone if they hurt his friends

Overall you can trust him with your drink

》 Technoblade 《

How did this antisocial streamer who never leaves his house end up at a party (probably got forced by sleepy bois jk)

He's probably leaning against a wall or went into some room alone he found and is playing games on his phone so it'll take you some time to find him amongst the people

"Y-You want me to watch over your drink? I mean sure i guess."

Even if he hates human interaction he would probably roast everyone who wants to do something to your drink

"Here your drink. If someone is being a dick tell me and i'll tale care of it."

》 Philza 《

He's the most responsible out of the group so he's a good choice if you need someone to watch over your drink

"Want me to watch over your drink? For sure mate."

That man is taking his job seriously and he'll make sure that nothing happens to your drink

If anyone is making you uncomfortable at the party you can tell him and he'll craft a belt and give the person what they deserve

(Fun fact Phil said on stream that when the normal clubs close he goes to gay bars so maybe you guys will just end up at a gay bar lmao)

》 Ranboo 《 (platonic)

I feel like he's the responsible friend that is also sacred that anyone he doesn't know will talk to him at the party

"Protect your wha- OH yeah sure :)"

All his concentration is now on making sure that nothing is going to happen to your drink

'Watching over someone's drink. I can do this. Please no one talk to me or else i will die from awkwardness. Nothing will happen to this drink and i will make sure of it.'

Honestly no one has the courage to go near him because he's 6'6'' (198 cm)

"Here your drink i made sure nothing happens to it :)"

Honestly he's just happy that you trust him and that he can do something for you

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capt-spooki3 · 3 years

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Hey hi hello, how are you doing, i miss you and am .5 seconds away from spamming all your work with likes and reblogs 💕☺️

So I've been thinking (uh oh).... Being close with Tommy and tubbo and telling them ur terrified to meet techno cause mans is so scary to you, and they tell him you're scared cause they're little shits. A d cut to like a few days later where you have to talk to him for smthn and he's making fun of youand teasing you relentlessly cause he knows you were visibly nervous to meet him, but he's being really nice besides the teasing. Thoughts? Interpretations?

You don't even have to respond, just know that I love you and your stuff and hope you have the best day because you deserve nothing less◖⚆ᴥ⚆◗

( ˘ ³˘)♥

am i positive if you're asking me for a fic? No, not entirely.

Am i going to write you one anyway because you're so sweet? Yes absolutely and now presenting:

My Unexpected Tutor

Platonic college au!Technoblade and Y/n

(plus besties with the rest of the sbi ofc 😌)

(Hope this is okay, i just took my own interpretation of it and changed it just a little👌)

Warnings: cursing, teasing, nervousness(idk)

3.3k works

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With the final bell ringing and college classes ending for the day, you snatched up your bag and book you’ve read off and on that week before heading over to the courtyard that was near the on-campus dorms. Stopping by a vending machine first to grab a drink then seating yourself on a bench and getting comfortable while you wait for your company to arrive.

“Yeah! And that’s- HA! That’s when Wilbur just… oh!-” The nearing sound of Tommy’s voice cut off along with the softer laughing from Tubbo. You were very obviously engrossed in your book, but now you just feigned reading as you listen closely to the sound of slow footsteps nearing behind your bench. The two of them were horrible about being sneaky since you could easily hear hushed laughs as they desperately tried keeping each other quiet.

Right as you heard them stop moving, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself before turning around suddenly and lunging at them over the back of the bench with a half effort grab at Tommy’s extended hand, and yelling. Tommy screamed back, stumbling back a few paces and Tubbo just stumbled before backing up to the bench and busted out laughing.

“Ey what the hell!” He scoffed despite not being able to hold back his growing smile, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I’ll remember that bitch, I’m gonna get you back.” he walked over to you and sat on the other side of the bench, giving you a hard glare when you laughed a little bit though it was mostly from Tubbo’s hysterical laughter. He took a deep breath and calmed himself so he could jump over the back of the bench and sit between you and Tommy.

The two boys were your underclassmen, being freshmen while you were a sophomore. The three of you met in your coding class. You were there mostly to get your English degree and major in said area, but you figured while you had the opportunity you would take classes on things you didn’t know much about. There, you met Wilbur, a senior and Tommy’s oldest brother, and he helped you quite a bit with understanding bits of coding that were a bit too confusing for you at first and were quickly becoming friends with him. That was until Tommy entered the picture. First, you just saw him as Wilbur’s chaotic younger brother who just happened to be in the coding class as well but after some insisting that you get to know him from Wilbur, you hung out one weekend in the library. One weekend turned to two then almost every weekend once he introduced you to Tubbo as well and you all had become a true trio.

You got to know Tommy’s family pretty well. His single father, Phil, who was just like a second parent to you now, and Wilbur who acted just like the older brother you never had. You knew them well despite having known them all for less than a year. The only hang-up is when it came to Tommy’s other brother. You knew he had an actual name, but only knew him by his nickname since that’s what everyone referred to him by. That would be Technoblade. The two of you had a couple of literature classes together and the fact that he was only one grade above you, you’d figure that you could befriend him with ease. Now, it’s not like he was big and scary, he was more tall and lanky but he was smart and he had some vibe around him that just petrified you. You couldn’t ever build up the courage to be around him which made it quite an issue since you were best friends with his brother, though this wasn’t an issue you had ever brought up to any of them.

“So how did classes go for you guys today?” You asked as you pulled one of your legs up onto the bench and closed your book which you held close to your chest.

“Fucking shitty! I got a fuck ton of extra work, like I know it’s college and the weekend but let me live.”

“We got one essay to write, it’s two pages long.” Tubbo reiterated with a smile while Tommy grumbled and leaned his head back so he was looking up at the sky. “What about you Y/n?”

“It wasn’t bad, I don’t have any extra work other than a bit of coding to do. Oh speaking of, Tommy?” You reached your foot over and kicked his leg to get his attention, only continuing when he was looking at you. “Is Will gonna be free at all? ‘Cause I need some help with this stuff.”

Tommy perked up a bit, sitting up to get his phone out. “Oh you're right, I actually need help with it too.” He mumbled while texting and staring at the screen as he waited for a reply. “Uhh okay so he says… I’m visiting some friends so I won’t have time… blah blah uh but ask Techno, I heard he’s pretty good at coding. Nice! That’s perfect, you can just come over to my house and-”

“Ah, you know what- I actually think I’m okay.” You quickly interrupted him, pulling your laptop out of your bag to aimlessly scroll through the assignment you were given. “It can’t even be that hard I’m sure… I can figure it out.” You said with as much confidence as you could muster despite knowing full well you’ll be completely lost as soon as you try to start on the work.

“Come on, we both know that’s a lie, you're so shit at this stuff.” He said light-heartedly and watched you ‘work’. “Seriously, just come over. I’m sure Techno is good at this stuff, if anything we can pay him to do the work.”

“It’s fine- really. I think I’ll just wait for Monday, I can ask Wilbur for help then.” You closed your laptop, keeping your gaze on it for a moment before looking over at Tubbo and Tommy who were giving you both a puzzled look. “What?”

“You don’t…” Tubbo started to speak but Tommy pushed him back with an arm on the chest so he could lean over to look at you closer.

“You don’t have a crush on Techno, do you?” He said and squinted at them as if disgusted by the thought.

“What!? No!” You sat up taller and looked at him, baffled that he resorted to that.

“Well, then what the hell is the problem! Just come over and he can teach us!”

“I just… he’s kinda…” You grew flustered and found a loss for good words as you realized you were going to admit this. “He’s scary.”

Tommy busted out laughing and wheezed hard, doubling over as he coughed and laughed some more, stumbling over words as he tried to talk but was laughing too hard. Even tubbo who was trying to hold back, joined Tommy which only made them bounce off each other in their hysterics.

“Wha- I’m serious! Do you two not think he’s intimidating!?” You looked at both of them desperately as you could feel the heat that had risen to your cheeks.

“He’s literally-” Tubbo’s laughter interrupted him. “He’s a nerd! How the hell is he scary?” He settled down a bit and nudged Tommy to get him to calm down too, luckily he got his fit of laughter out.

“Oh my god, no I’ve got to go home now.” He grabbed his backpack that had been discarded behind the bench and looked at you once more before laughing more. “Scared of Techno- oh my god. That's good, that’s a good one. Bye bitches!” He saluted both of you before running off.

“Tommy I swear to god if you tell anyone I will deck your shit!!” You stood up, holding your laptop in hand, to yell at him but just stood there defeated once he turned a corner around a building. Tubbo got up beside you, laughing as he put his hands in his hoodie pocket.

“I wish I could give him the benefit of the doubt… but he’s gonna tell Techno. And Wilbur. And Phil for sure.”

“Yeah... I’m sure he will. I’m going to my dorm, I’ve got to call my mom.”

“Aww-” You put your hand over his mouth, but took it away as soon as he shut up so he wouldn’t lick your palm.

“Shut- I don’t wanna hear shit from you too. Anyway, get home soon and don’t get kidnapped.” You turned away to put your laptop and book into your backpack and zipped it up before pulling it over one shoulder. You looked back at Tubbo and put your fist up to him.

“I’ll kick them in the balls, don’t worry.” He laughed a little and bumped his fist to yours and walked backward a few paces, waving at you. “Tell your mom I said hi!”

You waved back at him and stood to wait and watch him walk off along the stone path until he was fully out of sight to make your way to your dorm, which was right in the courtyard area.

Monday came around and with the school day partially over, you made your way to your coding class. You of course didn't end up doing the assigned homework even though you gave it a good try and just decided to rely on Wilbur's help.

You walked into class and took in a deep breath, it was always cool and smelt of coffee since the teacher brewed a cup before your class every day. Making your way over to your usual computer you looked over to see Tommy sitting in your spot beside Wilbur and chatting to him. You guessed he heard you coming or saw Wilbur look your way because he looked back and grinned wide which never meant good.

"Ey look at who it is! Wonderful seeing you again, how was your weekend?"

"Fine." You said, looking down at him and kicking his foot. "I don't like how you're acting, what the hell did you do?"

He just feigned innocence and looked offended that you could assume such a thing. "Me? Me!?" He leaned forward, hand gracefully on his chest. "I cannot believe you right now, I'm hurt Y/n! Truly hurt."

You scoffed with an eye roll and sat on the other side of Wilbur since the seat was free. As soon as you set your bag down and went to turn toward the two, Wilbur was already facing you and leaning on the desk area for the keyboard in a way that looked like he needed to say something in secret.

"You good?"

He just waved you down and you leaned forward to listen. "You're not… actually afraid of Technoblade are you?"

"Tommy you little shit!" You jumped up, nearly hitting Wilbur but he moved back in time. Tommy laughed and fled to the other side of the room where he normally sat so you just grumbled and took your seat.

"Well?"

"Is no one else? He's intimidating, I feel like he'd call me out on all my insecurities if I inconvenienced him. And THEN he would hold me at knifepoint till I left him alone."

Wilbur snorted and hung his head as he softly laughed, you reached over and hit his arm before leaning closer to whisper. “I’m serious Wilbur! He scares me!”

He looked back up at you with the most amused look. “Come on, you can’t be friends with this family without knowing techno. Honestly. Talk to him today. You two have the same literature class at the end of the day right?” He asked as he sat up and leaned back into his chair to turn his computer on and log into the coding website.

“I mean yeah but- what does that have to do with anything.” You asked, but Wilbur didn’t reply as he just stared at his screen so you leaned forward to get into his peripheral vision. “Will, what does that have to do with anything? I’m not talking to him, I hope you know that.”

You were wrong. Nearing the end of your literature class, you sat there listening to the teacher while completely lost on the assignment. Usually, it wouldn’t be too much of an issue because you would just give it the best attempt you could and see where you messed up at the end to better understand the work. It wasn’t the best tactic but you liked it better than having to ask for help. But now, this was a big and grade-determining assignment, not one you could afford to flunk.

The class was given five minutes to start on or look over the work at the end of the class. You leaned back in your chair, staring at your paper at a loss, and listened to the sound of people moving around the class near you. You didn’t try to look up since you assumed it was friends going to sit together and gossip. That was until you noticed someone took the seat beside you and shuffled a bit closer. Pulling the paper away from your face to look, you froze instantly upon locking eyes with Technoblade who was smiling lightly. You had never seen him this close, the most notable thing was his dyed light pink hair that had grown out brown roots and you could even see in his smile how his top and bottom canine teeth were a bit longer than normal and looked like he had small fangs and tusks.

He pushed his glasses up before crossing his arms and leaning forward on his desk. “Hey so I know you’re terrified of me, but it looks like you’re having a bit of an issue.” You opened your mouth to speak but were just met with a loss for words and just averted your eyes, continually glancing back at him for a moment as you were unsure what to do. He snorted lightly, bringing his hand up to stifle his laugh, and cleared his throat. “Yeah sorry for bein’ so big and scary but I can help ya. Come one, show me what you are confused with Y/n.”

“You- you know my name?” You looked right at him finally to which he raised an eyebrow at you quizzically.

“Well yeah. Did you really expect me not to? You’re besties with both of my brothers and my dad loves having you over. I was just waiting for you to say hi to me.” He leaned back, fidgeting with a ring with his hands. “Didn’t think you’d actually be scared of me, thank Tommy for snitching. He talked about it all weekend.”

You groaned, leaning forward to run your hands over your face and sigh, swearing that you’d smack him once school was out.

“Oh shi-” You looked at Techno and he was checking the time on his phone. “Hey, class is about to end. You’re not gonna be busy are you?”

“Uh… not, no I’m not.”

“Great.” He got up, moving the desk back to its original place and trotting over to grab his bag, and looking back to you. “Get your stuff and meet me at the south entrance, we can work on it back at my house.” And without giving you a chance to try to object, he called to the teacher saying that he was going to leave a minute early to get his stuff together since he rented a locker a bit away from the classroom and the teacher waved him off.

Reluctantly, you went back to your dorm which was close to where you had class. You dropped off unneeded books and grabbed a granola bar from a box you kept in your room then headed toward the entrance Techno told you to meet him at. And of course, walking up the sidewalk to the doors you saw him there sitting on a bench with his bag beside him. He saw you and jumped up, waving you over to him as he started walking immediately. While you were still behind him, you sent a picture to Tommy, Tubbo, and Wilbur of him walking in front of you and adding the caption ‘i did it :P’.

The two of you chatted while you walked through the neighborhood and despite light teasing on how scary he was, he was easy to talk to and you had a lot in common with him. It was a shame you hadn’t taken the initiative to talk to him before. In no time, you were walking through the door after him into the familiar home where Phil greeted you with a surprised but happy look and offered snacks which Techno graciously took before heading to his room.

To your surprise, Technoblade is the best tutor you have ever had. He is attentive and incredibly patient when trying to figure out where you are having struggles and he’s smart. Like he knows every single bit of what is supposed to be brand new information from the class. Not even two hours into him helping you, you understood the assignment completely and you both spent the next three hours sitting on his bed and working together. You joked with him and he held the same energy while keeping the focus on working and even swapped laptops with him to check it over for each other.

You broke your gaze from the endless lines of text on your laptop screen to look at the window and seeing the orange sky around trees and over top of houses that indicated the setting sun. “Oh my gosh!” You scrambled off the bed, carefully stuffing papers back into your bag. “I didn’t even realize what time it was- Technoblade thank you a million for helping me. I appreciate it so much, but I need to get back to my dorm! I promised my roommate I’d help her cook dinner tonight.” You grabbed your laptop off of the bed and put it into your bag, closing it all up quickly.

Slinging it over your shoulder and adjusting it, you turned to make your way out of the room but you were stopped by a tug and looked back to see Techno holding onto your bag and looking displeased. “Not yet.”

“Wha- I need to go though-”

“It’s a tradition in this house to hug anyone before they leave, you should know that from my dad.” He let go and opened his arms up to you.

You turned to him and tilted your head a little. “You’re joking…”

He just smiled smugly and waited. You glanced at the doorway but gave in and closed the bit of distance, hugging him to which he returned snugly and spoke softly to you. “You’re a good person. I’m glad to have gotten to know you and I hope you’ll come back. I promise I’m not all that bad.” With that, he slowly let go and patted your arm before gently shoving you toward the doorway and plopping down on his bed. “Have a good night!”

“Uh.. yeah, you too!” You said back, still surprised by the exchange. His words swam through your mind as you went to leave the house, hugging Phil on your way out and wishing him a good night as well. Finally checking your phone on the walk home, you found a supportive and proud text from Wilbur, a dirty joke from Tommy, and something in between from Tubbo.

You laughed to yourself, amused by the differences in the messages. It was times like these that you most found appreciation for the three. Mentally you had to correct yourself though. The whole family was good. This you can say for sure now.

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secretlyblue12 · 3 years

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Day 4: Jack O'Lanterns

Halfway through the first week already,,, oh boy. This one was a bit tougher, I was indecisive on what I wanted to do but hope this worked out okay. Of course I had to do another one where Tommy's the lee because,,, why not. But Phil's in this one pog!

“Look! Look at mine, I’m gonna make it have a werewolf Wil!” Tommy shouted from across the folding table. Wil did in fact look over, just like he already had at least five times already, just to see the big smile across Tommy’s face with his messy sketch of some barely recognizable blob of a werewolf on the face of his pumpkin.

Ahh, pumpkin carving. Wil both loved and hated the time of year where his family all stood outside for hours trying to make the perfect pumpkin to sit on their porch for a few weeks before it rotted away. His favorite part, by far, was being able to see how excited Tommy got every year.

“Yeah, it looks great Tommy, but have you seen mine? I drew a sheep.”

Tommy scoffed, reaching for a knife to start carving. “Yeah, but a werewolf is so much cooler than a sheep. Like, my will eat your sheep.”

Wilbur shook his head, letting the boy have his fun, and turned to Phil and Techno to see how their carving was going. Phil was using a spoon to scoop out his seeds, while Techno had already moved on to carving out his crown shape.

Things moved smoothly after that, or at least they were meant to, but Tommy was still dead set on being obnoxious and flinging seeds at Wilbur when he thought Phil wasn’t looking.

It didn’t take long for the others to catch on of course, especially not when Wil started flinging his own back. As Techno would say, all is fair in love and war, but when Tommy missed and hit Phil instead was when they knew they were fucked.

“Alright,” The birdman said, standing up from his seat and walking over to Tommy. “I’m done. No more throwing seeds, boys. I mean it.”

Wilbur settled back down, ready to watch Tommy who was already too hyped up to calm down for anyone dig his own grave.

“And what exactly is going to stop me? Wil deserves it! He- Phil what are you doing?”

Phil had snuck behind Tommy and hooked his head over Tommy’s shoulder. “Nothing, just keep going as normal then I guess. Keep on gutting your pumpkin.” Tommy looked absolutely confused, which Wilbur couldn’t say he was in a better state either. It was obvious the older man was planning something, but neither was sure what until Tommy reached back into his pumpkin wearily and grabbed a handful of stringy seeds.

Phil mimicked the motion, clawing into Tommy’s stomach and following him when he leaned back, pushing himself further into Phil. “Phihil! Wha-haha, stohop It.”

“Hmm?” Phil crooned in Tommy’s ear. “Stop what, I’m just doing like you were Tommy. Is something wrong?”

Tommy shook his head, face burning bright pink. If there was one thing Tommy could never handle while being tickled, it was someone acting like nothing was happening at all.

Wilbur couldn’t help but smile in his direction, though Techno scoffed and huffed out a chuckle next to him. Tommy being tickled wasn’t uncommon, but usually, it took more for Phil to go in on him.

Tommy brought his elbows to his sides and pulled his hands out of the pumpkin to push away Phil’s hands only to be chastised, “Keep going Tommy, what’s stopping you? Be sure not to make a mess, your hands are all slimy.” Which he wasn’t wrong, Tommy’s hands looked absolutely disgusting. The teen had refused to use the spoons they had brought out, preferring his hands instead because ‘I’m not a pussy like you’.

Tommy, much to Wil’s surprise, held his hands gripping the edge of his pumpkin before they fell back into the mess. He was giggling up a storm, head thrown back against Phil’s shoulder, and wiggling around where he could.

Phil crawled his fingers around Tommy’s waist, making the blonde squeal and twist from side to side. “Careful mate, what’s gotten into you? You’re like a worm on a hook, twisting like that. Are you sure you’re feeling alright? You look a bit feverish. Wil, Tech, does he look a bit pink to you?”

Techno hummed and tilted his head, “ A little bit, not sure. The lighting is a bit off, oh he tucked his head into your neck Phil I can’t see him anymore, can you get him to look at me, yeah perfect, like that. Yeah, I think he looks pretty pink to me. What do you think Wilbur?”

Tommy, who had been trying to hide in the crook of Phil’s neck practically gave himself whiplash trying to get away from the raspberry Phil blew on him. “Phihil! Dohon’t. Shuhut up Ihi’m nohot!”

Wilbur put his chin in the palm of his hand, leaning against the table. “Yeah, you could even say he looks tickled pink, actually. Are you feeling good Tommy? Maybe a stomach bug, does your tummy feel weird at all?”

Tommy’s hands jerked in the pumpkin again, knocking it over on it’s side when Phil went down to squeezing his hips. “PHIHIL! IHi, I cahan’t.”

Phil chuckled softly, easing up a little but still keeping his fingers fluttering over Tommy’s stomach. “You can’t what? Can’t tell if your stomach feels weird. Maybe we should take you to the doctors just in case.”

Tommy seemed to slump into Phil’s arms, leaning back against the older while he attacked him. “I hate yohou, soho so muhuhch.”

Wil gasped dramatically, “That’s not nice, you can’t say that to Dad!” but Phil didn’t go back to being rougher like before, he practically had hearts in his eyes with how soft Tommy was right now, even if Tommy’s words showed a different picture. Tommy almost never showed direct affection, ever since he was little he had been obsessed with being a man, and had only ever given Phil genuine and fully hearted hugs on occasion.

Phil slowed his fingers to a stop, bringing his arms around Tommy’s waist and hugging him from behind. “Alright, that’s enough for now then. Behave yourself, alright Gigglyinnit, or I’ll have to come back.”

Tommy nodded, waiting a minute to pull away from Phil, who handed him a paper towel for his hands. “And good job, Toms, for keeping your hands off. I really didn’t want to try to get pumpkin stains out of all of our clothes.”

Phil went back to his chair, and Tommy sunk down against the table, wiping his hands first before rubbing out the leftover tingles from the attack. Nothing else was said until Tommy let out a whine, picking his pumpkin up from where it had rolled onto the grass.

“My pumpkin! It’s got a crack in it now, Phil!”

Phil laughed, switching out Tommy’s with his own. “There you go then mate, and look, it’s pretty much all cleared out already. Have a blast then”

#mcytickletober #tickletober #mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #day 4 #lee!tommyinnit #ler!philza #sbi #blue's fic #tickling #tickle fic

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teddy06writes · 4 years

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PLEEAASE 😭😭 I'm begging you for some hurt/comfort resolution for the last karlnapity x reader and sleepy bois brothers!! I just want them all to be happyyy. If the 3 lives was implemented, or if reader came back like ghostbur and the hurt is raw for the loved ones, the fallout and fixing, the love and regret i- (I loved the fic, your karlnapity are my favorite!! keep up the awesome work!! <3)

sapnap x karl x quackity x reader + sleepy boys x silbing!reader

trigger warnings: mention character death (it’s you, your the dead one) yelling, swearing,

requested by the anon above, another anon: “ngl after reading that angst fic I can picture y/n ( even tho I know y/n came back with knowing who the boys were ) coming back kinda like ghostbur knowing the boys voices but can't exactly place their names and who they are to them or something like that ?? idk my brain went think of more angst after that fic - also sorry this is just me rambling. love your work btw !!”

as well as @tobiostfu @theprocrastinatingshipper @pastelvixenbeauty and probably some more folks I might have missed

premise: this is a part two to the other angst thing from the other day, so I recommend you read that for context, this is a resolve (ish) to that

(y/n/n)- your nickname

“blep”- talking

‘blep’ thinking

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You had drifted the lands of the SMP, and L’Manburg for sometime trying to remember what had happened, and why everyone was always yelling.

You’d try to talk to Karl, after Alex and Nick had left, but he just ignored you.

Now you were perched on the top of the stage, looking out ‘why are the walls gone?’, and then looking down, confused, at the strange, cage like structure built at the center.

You heard a sigh, and turned to see Eret looking up at the cage as well, you hopped down off the stage and concentrated, “Eret?”

They jumped, looking around, “What the hell?”

You screwed your eyes shut ‘please see me please see me please-’

“(y/n)?”

You opened your eyes to see Eret looking at you in shock, “Eret! I’m so glad to see you! Everyone’s been ignoring me lately, and acting like I’m not here, and I don’t get it.”

“(y/n)?” His voice was shaking.

“Yeah, Eret. It’s me!” You giggled, “What’s going on here? Did I miss the festival?”

“(Y/n).”

You looked at her confused, “Yeah. W- whats-”

“(y/n/n)?” A teary voice behind you called.

You grinned turning around, running to hug him, “Karl! I missed you! Why did you keep ignoring me?”

He began to cry as you sailed through him, “(y/n/n).”

“Karl? Karl love why are you crying? Eret what’s going on?”

Karl all but fell to his knee’s burring his head in his hands, muffling his sobs, “(y/n/n)!”

You sat beside him, continually trying to wrap your arms around him, but instead they just past through, over, and over, and over and over again, “Wh- why can’t I- what’s- what- Eret whats?”

Tears similar to Karl’s began to roll down your cheeks, as you looked down at your hands, only now noticing how gray your skin looked, “What’s going on?”

“(y/n),” You could tell Eret was fighting to keep their voice from shaking, “Do you not remember?”

“Remember what? What’s going on?”

Karl sobbed louder, and Eret shook her head, “(y/n), I- theres a path, through the woods, behind- up behind the hill. I- I need you to go up there, as far as it goes, alright?”

You nodded, “Why?”

“Just go. I’m going to take Karl back home. Maybe- maybe don’t come back to his house for a while.”

Eret gently helped Karl up, and led him away, his sobs still echoing in your head.

‘what the hell is going on here?’

Slowly you drifted up towards the hill Eret had spoken of, ‘hey, pogtopia is this way! maybe I’ll go see Wil an’ Tommy an’ Techno! They’ll know what’s going on.’

You continued to drift up the path, humming quietly and wondering what Eret had sent you to look at, and why Karl had been crying.

You looked up and around at all the trees, trying to remember them. It was in bits and pieces, Tommy yelling about about freedom, Wilbur saying how proud Phil would be.

You remembered the forests burning, ‘who had done that?’, hiding in the woods after- after something- tnt, blow- after L’manburg had been blown up.

You stopped moving, looking down confused at the stone you had come across, it as large, flat and upright, and you looked at the words confused.

‘(Y/n) brave beyond words, hero of L’manburg’ there were various flowers scattered around, a sword stuck out of the ground, a flower chain wrapped around it’s hilt, there was a uniform jacket, one you vaguely recognized as your own and a bandana, also tied to the hilt of the sword.

Someone dropped something, a sword, “(y/n)?”

“Techno! I missed you! Everyone down in L’manburg is being wierd and when I finally got Karl to stop ignoring me he just started crying, and there’s this weird thing up on the stage and the walls are gone, and Eret told me to come up here, and why is my name on this headstone?”

“(y/n/n) I’m sorry,” Your brother fell to his knees, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean too! They made me!”

“What are you talkin about Tech?”

“How are you back here? I’m sorry! This is my fault I did this to you!”

You were surprised to see your brother crying, “What’s wrong Techno?”

“You don’t remember?”

“(Y/n)?” Another voice asked.

You turned, looking at Wilbur, “Wilbur what’s going on? No one’s answering me again, and I’m scared that they can’t see me again! And I’m really confused and I made Karl cry and I don’t get it!”

“(y/n) your dead, you died, you- how are you?” Wilbur stuttered.

“Wha- wh- d- dead? What do you mean?” You watched as Wilbur carefully placed himself between you and a still crying Techno.

“You died, a few days ago. (y/n/n).”

You sank to the ground, fading away so that your brothers wouldn’t see.

~~ “So you don’t remember anything?” The man with the rams horns asked.

You shook your head, “Not everything. Just a lot of things. Wilby says I’m dead, which I guess makes sense now.”

You’d continue drifting around L’manburg, for a while, trying to figure out what had happened on your own, and ended up sitting dejectedly outside the white house, you could remember making it with Tubbo.

“Well I’m Shlatt.” He shuffled around in his desk, looking for something.

“Shlatt?” You paused, trying to remember him, pretending not to notice to see the fear that flashed in his eyes, “Your.. you were here before L’manburg right?”

“Yeah, uh, here.” He pulled out a book and quill, “Uh, write down what you remember, that might help.”

You looked at him quizzically, “I can’t touch things, uh- or manipulate objects in the normal world with out using huge amounts of energy.”

He frowned and quickly picked up the pen, “You dictate then.”

You hummed, “Well, things I remember....”

Alex woke with a start, sitting up from where he was hunched over his desk, blinking at the harsh afternoon light that was drifting through his office window.

He still hadn’t been back to the house since the fight after the execution, and had been forcing himself into work to mask the grief.

“So is there anything else? It doesn’t seem like you remember much.” Shlatt’s voice was muffled by the wall.

“Well it’s a bit foggy towards the end, and the beginning Ooo! I remember Alex and Nicky and Karl too! I could never forget them!”

Alex froze at the familiar giggle.

“Yeah, you never used to shut up about your boyfriends.” Shlatt chuckled.

Alex was running down the hall and slamming the door to the presidents office open before he could register he was moving, “Shlatt am I going insane or...”

He trailed off as your floating grayish form turned to him, “Alex! I couldn’t find you! And I didn’t know what was going on and everyone was ignoring me then I saw Wil and Techno and they told me I was dead. and then I found Shlatt! And he’s helping me write down what I remember! Have you met Shlatt? He’s nice!”

“Shlatt what the fuck is this?” He spoke through you as if you weren’t even there.

“Your partner. Apparently no one around has been helping them sort things out,” The president stood up and moved around his desk, “Ghosts tend to forget things of there past lives, and no one was helping them, so I am.”

“Did you tell them what happened? Why there fuckin- floating around instead of being here with us?” Alex spat.

Shlatt sighed, “Quackity listen this is a delicate thing. Right now it’s be better to help them remember than just tell them. So go find your stupid boyfriends and tell them the situation!”

“I cant Shlatt, we broke up. They don’t want to see me.”

“Is that what you were yelling about?” You asked quietly.

Alex looked at you, shocked, “You heard that?”

“Yeah. You and Nick made Karl cry. And then I couldn’t do anything about it,” you looked down at the floor, “w- is it my fault y- we’re broken up now?”

Alex remained silent so you continued, “I’m trying to remember what I did. And how I died. But if I did something stupid, or something to hurt you, I’m sorry.”

You were crying again, and Shlatt glared at Alex, which somehow surprised you, “This is why is trying to fucking handle this. Leave. Tell the others or not I don’t care, they’ll find out eventually.”

“Wh- Shlatt they- How-”

“I said get out,” Shlatt said firmly, “At least let me try to fix things I’ve fucked up.”

Alex shook his head before turning and heading out of the office, only ducking into his own long enough to grab something before stalking out of the building.

Shlatt turned back to you, already starting to pick the pen back up, “So what else do you remember about.. uh, your last few days. What do you remember right before the end?”

“Did they really break up because of me? If I did something I should go apologized.”

“Hey, hey, no, it ain’t your fault. I’ll go yell at them later. Tell me more about what you remember about the festival.”

~~ “Why the fuck are we here Shlatt?” Tommy half yelled.

Tommy, Technoblade, Wilbur, Alex, Nick and Karl were all gathered in front of Shlatt in the holy land.

“So, some of you may know, some of you may not, (Y/n) is back,” He looked over all the faces, Karl already looking like he was about to cry, and Nick frozen in shock, “For the past week or so they’ve been wandering and apparently none of you have been doing anything to help them.”

“Ghosts don’t remember much from there past lives, so good job on all of you that knew, you left your partner or sibling lost and confused,” He dropped the book you’d written together on the table, “I did my best, they remember everything that's written down here. I couldn’t tell them much about what they forgot, because it’s not my place.

“If you guys want, I can keep talking to them, and doing my best, but incase you haven’t noticed I’m also the fucking president. I can’t spend all my time helping educate a ghost. They disappeared yesterday, after saying something about Karl and how they saw you fools yelling, so, this is in your court now.”

Shlatt turned a walked away, heading back towards Manburg.

With shaking hands Tommy took the book, reading aloud,

“Things I remember: Home, fire, Phil finding me, Wilbur never having seen a child before, Techno swearing he’d protect me, fire, Tommy trying to spar with me before he could walk right, Techno teaching me to fight, finding the SMP lands, L’manburg, fighting for independence, fire,

“the forests burning, seeing Nick for the first time, Babysitting Fundy, winning independence, Eret leaving, fire, destruction, L’manburg thriving, the sun, Tubbo and his bees, more people coming to the country, meeting Karl, finding Alex, when we got our act together and finally all started dating.

“Wil threatening Nick and nick not being scared, Techno threatening all of them and making them terrified. Pogtopia, the cavern The festival, the dunk tank, Techno almost crying, my boys, fire.”

He looked up at his brothers, “You knew they were back?”

“I was in shock,” Techno was staring at his boots, clearing his throat uncomfortably, “Y’know I swore I’d protect ‘em, but- I- I killed ‘em.”

Nick grabbed the book from Tommy, “We have to find them.”

“Fundy can you turn the page for me please?”

The fox nodded, “Course (y/n).”

Most of the shock had worn off, and now he was mostly just happy to see you again, even going and finding an old photobook Wilbur had given him a while ago.

“Oh I remember this!” You pointed to a photo, it was taken a year after Phil had found you, “There was a big fire across the field, and while they were taking care of it I got scared and ran away, Techno found me in a tree.”

Fundy laughed, “3 year old you got in a tree by yourself?”

“Yeah, furball, I was in a tree when Philza found me too.” You chuckled.

“Hey Fundy, have you...” Niki burst in the door, tailing off as she saw you.

You waved “Hey Niki.”

“Uhh, Your brothers, and your partners are looking for you.”

You frowned, “Are they still my partners if I’m dead?”

Niki gave you a sad look, “Come on. Sapnap hasn’t seen you and he’s worried.”

“They all fought because of me, I’d rather stay here,” You looked out the door warily, “I don’t want to make things worse than they already are.”

“They need you (y/n), you brought them together.”

You drifted around Fundy and towards the door, “Making things worse isn’t something I want to do.”

You went through the door, past the group of people, making your form fade as much as possible so as not to be noticed, from there you wandered down to the docks, sitting on the edge to look over the channel.

“Phil sent a letter, said he’s devastated your gone, but overjoyed your still here.”

You looked up at Techno, “How’d you know I’d be down here?”

“You always liked the water,” He chuckled, “Specially if there was a fire goin on somewhere else.”

“I don’t want to make things worse, if your here to take me back there.”

“I’m here to apologize. I know you don’t remember, but in case you do, I’m sorry, I had to do it.”

You laughed, “Your my big brother Tech, I doubt I’d be mad at you if I remembered.”

He smiled sadly, sitting down next to you, “Why do you think you’ll make things worse?”

You sighed, “Well when I first came back, I thought everyone was ignoring me. And when I found L’manburg again Karl and Nick and Alex were fighting about something I did, and then when Eret finally saw me Karl started crying, and then when I found you and Wilby you started crying and I just- I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”

Techno looked at you, “If anything it’s our fault. All of this.”

“Techno, can we talk to (y/n)?”

You froze at Nick’s voice, but your brother was already moving, and Your partners were taking his place.

“(y/n/n), we’re sorry-”

“Stop,” You cut Alex off, “Whatever’s happening stop. You can’t apologize to me for shit I did that I can’t remember.”

“(y/n/n), we aren’t apologizing for that, that's not even your fault. We’re apologizing for fighting as soon as you were gone.” Nick said.

“Please come back with us. Don’t disappear,” Karl’s voice was barley a whisper, “We can help you remember.”

You bit your lip, sobbing, “I don’t want to make things hard on you guys. I didn’t even want to come back like this! Before I woke up again, it was just darkness, and it was horrible. but somehow staying there for eternity seems better than this.”

All three sets of arms passed through you, all of your boyfriends forgetting they couldn’t hold you, only making you cry harder.

“I want to be resurrected.”

It had been a week and a half since the day at the docks. You hadn’t gone back with them, though you had continued hanging around Manburg, talking mainly to Shlatt, and by now you just wanted to go back to the normal you remembered.

“Resurrected?” Dream looked at you curiously.

“Yeah. I want to go back. If I can’t stay dead the normal way and I’m stuck here then I want it to be normal. I want to hug my boyfriends, and ruffle my little brothers hair!”

The man behind the mask merely cocked his head, “So why did you come to me?”

“You’re essentially a god in these lands. I figured you might know someone or someway for me to be resurrected,” The mask shifted and you could almost here the plan formulating in his mind, “And if it ends up failing I don’t want it to hurt anyone else.”

The man sighed, “It would be a very complicated process. It’s been what, three weeks since you died, what ever was left of your body is going to be- less than in good condition.”

“What was left?” You questioned.

“Oh, (y/n), didn’t they tell you?” Had the mask been gone you would have seen the gleam of wickedness in his eyes, “You went off with a bang.”

“You’re planning what?” Shlatt yelled, incredulous.

You’d told Shlatt about the plan for resurrections, seeing as he was one of the only one who really still talked to you, “I have to do it Shlatt! I can’t stay like this! I want things to be normal! I want-” Your voice grew small, “I want to take back what you took from me.”

Fear flashed in the horned mans eyes, “He told you.”

“Even you wouldn’t,” You said dejectedly, “I thought you were my friend.”

“I- I was your friend, At some points at least.”

He watched as you floated away, “I suppose we’ll see once I’m back.”

As soon as you were gone Shlatt was hurrying out of his office, “Quackity! Quackity, some shit is about to hit the fan! You better call the idiots in Pogtopia!”

It didn’t take long for him to assemble your brothers and partners, frantically telling them the situation, “Dream is up to something with this people! He obviously is doing some manipulation shit!”

“Why do you even care Shlatt?” Tommy asked, “Your the bitch who killed them, so why should you care if they come back?”

“Sorry that the one time I’m willing to look past shit you don’t trust me?” He groaned, pulling a bottle from his coat and taking a swig, “Sorry that I’m trying to help.”

“How would he even turn this against us?” Nick asked, “Resurrections isn’t something he can do, he’d put Bad in charge of that, and we all know that Bad wouldn’t corrupt someone.”

“It’s possible that they won’t remember anything, at all, and people who’ve forgotten are the easiest to manipulate.” Shlatt sighed.

“We have to help them.” Karl decided.

Darkness, darkness, darkness.

You had finally found your way back to that dark abyss, though now it was filled with strange chanting.

It felt like you were bein dragged across the length of the universe, losing everything of your being along the way.

‘stop! stop stop stop! I want- I want to remember’ you begged the darkness.

The hell you found yourself in seemed to stretch, continuing for infinity, the darkness, called you, begging you to stay, to give up the last of your essence to it.

The chanting grew louder as you tried to scream, the sound lodged in a throat that no longer existed.

All at once you became nothing, and then you felt the weight of a thousand suns crushing you back down into a body.

~~ Your eyes flicked open, to a blinding white world.

“It worked! There awake!” You heard Bad yell.

You started to smile as you heard Alex yell, “Get the fuck away from them Dream, you can’t manipulate anyone else!”

You sat up, starting to look around, but still, you saw nothing but light, “Alex? Wh- It- why can’t I see?”

“They remember!” you heard Karl rejoice.

“Why can’t I see?” You asked again, raising your hands to your eyes.

“(y/n) what do you mean?” Nick asked.

“I can’t see.” You said desperately, reaching out you felt your boyfriends wrapping there arms around you.

“I think I know how to fix it!” Bad yelled triumphantly.

Everything went black again.

This time, your trip through hell was not as bad, though you seemed not to notice as your existence and identify was striped away again.

~~ Your eyes flicked open, the feeling returned to your body, and slowly you sat up, looking around at the odd group of people gathered around you, “Who are you?”

As soon as the world came out of your mouth a mousy haired man in a colorful sweater burst into tears, the man with the beanie next to him quickly pulling him into a hug.

“I- Who are you?”

“Do you not remember?”

You shook your head, “Remember what?”

you turned to the pink haired man, “I know you don’t I? I swear- I- I know I know you. Why don’t I remember you?”

A demonic looking man quickly closed a book, “You guys should clear out. a third party might be better for this.”

~~ The man- Bad, had explained basics of things to you, who everyone who’d been in the room before, and the said that you would have to stay at his house in the Badlands for a few days.

The next day was better.

‘holy shit it worked!’ you thought, looking down at your arms, ‘I’m back’

Quietly you got out of the bed, rushing through the room and towards the stairs of Bad and Skeppy’s house, “Guys! Guys it worked! I’m alive again!”

You turned another corner to see you brothers, looking at you shocked, “(y/n)? You remember?”

You grinned, quickly pulling your brother into a hug, “It wasn’t your fault Techno! You didn’t mean to it’s okay!”

“(y/n/n)?”

You turned again, “Karl! Nicky! Alex!”

The next thing you knew you were in a pile on the ground, your boyfriends all hugging you tightly.

They brought you home soon after, and from there you had good days and bad days.

There were days where you remembered it all, days where you found yourself lost and confused in an unknown house, and days where you could on recognize certain things around you.

Still, you were back with Nick and Karl and Alex, and you would make it through, together.

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #sapnap x reader #karl jacobs x reader #quackity x reader #sapnap x karl x quackity x reader #angst #sleepy boys x reader

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I hope I did this right- but theme was found family I got this theme from @indecisive-loser also the characters from them i’m sorry if I butchered The characters i’ve only done bench trio so far because that’s about all I watch lol

The baking disaster

Tw: vore mention of death none happens

Nikki had a small bakery and was baking for the holidays specifically some holiday Christmas cookies with puffy, the ram hybrid wasn’t necessarily known for their cooking they were just trying to help Nikki for the sake of being nice

However.. a young borrower was currently hiding In the wall closer to where Nikki was baking specifically mixing the batter and boy was the smell not helping tommy stay focused

He new his parents had told him to never go out unless he new no one was there.. but just he had to have some Cookie dough..! I mean who wouldn’t want some he thought to himself

“Oh one time can’t hurt right?” He said to himself as if trying to reason with the smart side of his brain that this was definitely a good idea! Truth was it clearly was not

He walked closer to the exit peeking outside to see if the coast is clear..

“ Nikki I’m going to go grab some more sugar from downstairs”

“puffy I don’t think we need any more sugar”

“ nonsense there’s no such thing as too much sugar”

“ well there is.. but a little more couldn’t hurt” Nikki said with a warm smile

And with that puffy walked out of the room, “ I really need to teach that girl how to bake” Nikki said with her hands on her hips talking to her self

“Oh! Shoot I have to make sure she doesn’t grab the brown sugar” Nikki turned and chased after puffy

Tommy could barely believe the opening that just happened before his eyes “ wow that actually worked” he said whispering to himself now is my chance he thought he ran out quickly reaching into the Bowl just barely, “ugh can’t quite reach..” he grunted.. “AA why am I so short!” He yell whispered to himself

C’mon puffy niki said smiling wile walking into the kitchen her gaze drifted to the counter only to see a small raccoon hybrid stealing there cookie doe

I should teach this kid a lesson for stealing.. not really thinking about the consequences of her actions, she swiftly and quietly walked over plucking the coon hybrid up in her fingers

“Wha AAA!” Tommy screamed in surprise

He was immediately placed in a pocket ”hey! Let go of me” Tommy yelled, puffy finally coming in with a bag of sugar and said “I- got this!” Puffy said through gritted teeth finally placing it on the ground “we seem to have intruder..” niki said with confidence

“W-what do ya mean?” Puffy said confused “well..” she pulled Tommy out of her pocket holding him carefully yet strongly “niki that’s a child-“ puffy said confused “I- what do you mean?..” she said in return

“Niki. That’s a borrower hybrid of some sort- not a “”intruder”” ..”she said shaking her head “wa-wait what! Oh I’m so sorry!” Niki apologized to Tommy holding him properly in her hand letting him sit

Tommy just shook in fear but shook his head in acknowledgement staring blankly at niki, his tail swaying anxiously “hey.. niki why don’t you let me take care of this? He seems.. well shook” puffy said to Niki calmly

“I- yeah.. that’s probably a good idea.. I’ll finish the batter well you deal with that..” Niki said sounding sad.. as she handed Tommy gently to puffy

Puffy swiftly walked out of the room taking Tommy downstairs to were all the sugar is she sat on the cold floor feeling a shiver go up her spine “hey.. are you ok kid?..” she questioned feeling Tommy shiver “I-“ Tommy could barely speak that was terrible and scary and he didn’t know it was going to happen to him now

“It’s ok I’m- not going to hurt you” puffy said it almost sounded weird coming from her, kids always trusted her it felt weird this one didn’t

“O-oh..” Tommy didn’t know if he believed that. “O-ok..” Tommy spoke barely above a whisper he felt numb for some reason “Niki didn’t mean to uh- scare you she probably feels awful”

“O-oh..” “are you ok kid?” Puffy said concerned “y-yeah.. sorry just a bit well frazzled heh..” Tommy said feeling a bit better “do you need a place to calm down?” Puffy said smiling “yeah that would be nice..” Tommy said smiling back at puffy

“Hmmm.. I’m not quite sure we’re you can really rest buddy?..” puffy said quickly, “well if your like my brother I know a place..” Tommy said thinking back to when he lived with a human named Wilbur that he befriended and was close with

“Who’s your brother?” Puffy said wondering if she might know him “why aren’t you with your brother?..”?

“Well his name is Wilbur.. He didn’t come back to his house for a while so I left..” Tommy said sadly “o-oh?.. “ now puffy was the one stuttering, “yeah..” Tommy said

“Well! What did your brother do for you?” Puffy said trying to lighten the mood

“Well it’s kinda weird..” Tommy said awkwardly, I’m all ears puffy said lifting her goat ears up with one hand “but basically he used to-“ The rest came out in a whisper but puffy still heard it “eh- WHAT??? Who would do that??” “My brother and best friend” Tommy said bluntly not understanding sarcasm

“Kid? Are you sure?..” puffy said questioningly “yeah!” Tommy said looking at her in anticipation “o-ok..” puffy said holding the young coon hybrid up to her mouth before gently placing him on her tongue he tasted of the sugar cookies her and Nikki were making earlier,

She licked him up and down hopefully making his Journey down easier and didn’t just soak this kid for no reason… “ehr u” she made a weird noise from her throat to ask as if he was ready?

Tommy simply chittered at her like a raccoon as if to say just do it already! And with that puffy swallowed the young coon, tommy slid down calmly thinking of Wilbur and not the mostly stranger that just did it

He slid into the stomach and curled into a ball like a sleeping cat would

“Puffy!” Puffys head shot sideways to look at niki “ oh sorry did I surprise you?” Niki said coming downstairs

“Uhh.. yeah..”

“Sorry!” Niki said “ I just got a late night order from mr shlatt for his son Tubbo” “ I need help in the kitchen..” “oh ok!” Puffy said standing up feeling weird

“”Let’s go!”

The end sorry this ended so abruptly I wasn’t quite sure where to take it although I did leave it on a bit of a cliffhanger TvT it’s not edited but I will later I promise it’s only four days till Christmas lol I’m so sorry I’m late lol

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(Y/n) talks to the dead

Normally waking up to the Undead hovering over you would scare anyone shitless. But (Y/n) was slightly less startled. "SHI-WHA? WHO ARE? WHAT?" (Y/n) yelps as they fall out of the bed in a mess of blanket and clothes. Two skeletons stand on either side of their bed staring blankly at the opposite wall. Chain mail armor on the one stationed on the left side of (Y/n), and an odd mixture of gold and neitherite on the right. The one on the right turns toward (Y/n) before crouching down as holding out a hand toward them.

(Y/n) takes it hesitantly staring up at them. "Wha?" They murmur as the skeleton nods a slight smile in place. "I'm Violetta Beaux. If that's what you're wondering my dear." They state simply in a soft tone. Violetta then gestures toward the chain mail wearer and says fondly "that's Isidora Blanc" Isidora merely nods as their mentioned.

"Why are you here? I mean- I don't mean to be rude or anything but..." (y/n) trails off confusion evident in their expression. "Clementine told us," Violetta replies gently. Nodding still confused (Y/n) lets the covers fall from their shoulders. Stepping from the mess of blanket under them they walk toward the bathroom.

Staring at the mirror intently they sigh. Their once (S/c) now more grey and sunken. Dark purplish rings under their eyes with a crazed look. Reaching their hand up (Y/n) gently presses the purplish-pink swollen delicate skin. Breathing out in pain (Y/n) removes their hand before testing their nose. Nothing seems to be broken, just a little swollen or painful. Pulling out a washcloth (y/n) dampens it and cleans the dried blood from their face.

Feeling slightly better (Y/n) turns on the shower before heading into their 'Room' and grabbing some clothes: a tan trench coat stopping at (Y/n) thighs, a white collared shirt, grayish-black jeans, and long socks with their favorite boots. (perfect for kicking any super straights)

Once finished with the shower they pull on the clothes in the privacy of the bathroom. Mentally (Y/n) thanks themselves for placing the bathroom into a room with a door away from any visitors. As (Y/n) steps out of the bathroom the smell of freshly baked bread greets them.

grinning to themselves (Y/n) notices that Violetta is beside the furnace pulling out a loaf of golden bread. "(Y/n)? Oh hey dear! I made bread. Here take some!" She says cheerfully as she places the loaf on the small kitchen island. Isidora seems to be slightly more emotional than before as she gazes at the bread. Staring at the bread (Y/n) asks "You can make bread?" Isidora replies gruffly "Best at it. She also makes a killer cake."

As Violetta pulls out a giant Long sword she hums happily as she slices the bread with the sword. The whole sight is comical. As (Y/n) takes a slice of the bread they take a bite and proceeds to melt. You know the kind? Like when you eat something so good you've literally just ascended to heaven momentarily-yeah that's what the bread tastes like.

"Told you," Isidora says simply. By the time (Y/n) ate around half the loaf with the other two they've gotten a message from Wilbur.

<WilburSoot> (Y/n) help. Tubbo and Tommy are on a tangent.

smiling slightly (Y/n) stands up from the chair and makes their way toward their chest. Squatting down they pull out their sword and a few potions. Violetta stops (Y/n) before they leave. "Dear take some armor I have an extra unused she's plate and helmet. Stay safe okay hun? Isidora will go with you." (Y/n) nods and waits patiently-well as patiently as one with horrible attention spans can-

"and here you go, hun." She says as she hands an enchanted netherite chest plate and helmet to them. (Y/n's) eyes widen as the heavily enchanted armor falls into their ownership. "You can't-Are-wha-" they stutter as Isidora takes the armor from (Y/n) and gently places it onto (y/n) making sure it fits snugly. "Come on kid. I'm your bodyguard or some shit today. Come on."

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as the two of them walk into L'manberg Wilbur freezes staring at Isidora. "(Y/n)? Your aware that there's a skeleton standing beside you?" (Y/n) nods and says "Yup. They're my grumpy bodyguard or something!" Isidora did not like being called grumpy apparently as (Y/n) yelps as Isidora punches (Y/n's) shoulder.

"I- uh okay. Anyway, Tubbo and Tommy are over there mind watching them?" Wilbur asks tiredly as he rubs the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

(Y/n) nods and skips toward them happily. "No, He's always like...Psst hey, kid...wanna buy some content? Do we have manhunts? Or speed runs." Tommy laughs as he does a horrible American accent. (Y/n) chimes in "įⱮ Ⱥ ꝈįͲͲꝈƐ φįϚϚ βȺβӋӋӋӋӋ" Tubbo coughs in audio tune before dying with laughter. Tommy does his famous cackle. "What the actual fuck?" Isidora murmurs as she stands a few feet away. Tubbo frowns tilting his head confused his long brown ears flopping down.

"what? I just heard a series of tapping?" Tubbo says confused. "Oh, she just said " what the actual fuck." She's nice that way." (Y/n) says happily.

Isidora frowns while flipping (Y/n) off. "Yeah Love you too bitch." They call grinning.

Tubbo frowns and asks "Wanna go to the nether?" (Y/n) nods but freezes momentarily as everything suddenly grey. Like a cave. But instead of the normal ruggedness of a cave, it's like a box. (Y/n) shivers as they gaze around at the freezing room. A small Fox is curled up in one of the corners along with a brown spotted cow. As (y/n) walks closer the Fox opens an eye before closing it in disinterested. An arrow sticks out from its coat staining the white fur on its throat rusty red.

"Fungi?" (Y/n) asks in awe. The Fox yawns before nuzzling closer to the cow. The cow opens its down brown eyes before giving a soft content "Moo." Gasping in delight (Y/n) cheers "Harold?" The cow thumps his tail before standing up unsteadily and clopping toward (Y/n).

Harold bobs his head as he moves toward them, stopping infront of them he nuzzles into (Y/n's) outstretched hand. As (y/n's) fingers brush over the slightly rough texture of Harold's fur they blink.

The stone claustrophobic-inducing box is no more. Instead (Y/n) is surrounded by people in chairs staring up at a podium. A Man with curly Horns with various golden trinkets stands there. He's clearly slightly hungover.

"That was pretty easy. And you know what I said, the day I got unbanned from the DreamSMP, and the day I said I was running... an election that I won by the way?" The man's voice booms deep and clear demanding to be heard "I said; "Things are gonna change". I looked every citizen of L'Manberg in the eyes and I said; "You listen to me... this place will be a lot different tomorrow." Let's start making it happen. My first decree, as the president of L'Manberg- the EMPEROR! of this great country-! Is to REVOKE the citizenship of WilburSoot, (Y/n) and TommyInnit! Get 'em outta here! Get 'em outta here! You're no longer welcome!"

All though (Y/n) may not understand what's going on they have enough sense to stand up from their seat and bolt. Isidora stands on the outskirts of L'manberg waiting under the shelter of a tree. Isidora straightens up upon seeing (Y/n). She sighs and holds out a hand. Voices of the deceased begin screaming in (Y/n's) head.

"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU LEAVING?

"HELP THEM"

"STAY HOME"

"STAY"

"run"

As Isidora's hand closes around (Y/n's) they're suddenly wrenched from L'manberg, and back home. (Y/n) pulls their hand from Isidora's grip to press their palms into the sides of their head. "Please- make it stop." They whisper. Their eyes claimed shut as they press their back against the wall sliding down. Schlatt's voice echos loudly "Oh, it was so easy! Until further notice... WilburSoot and TommyInnit are merely a memory of L'Manberg. A relic- A relic of the past. A reminder, of the darkest era this country, has ever seen- and I guarantee you all; dear citizens... Tonight, that changes. We are entering into a new period of L'Mangerg- a period, of prosperity! of strength! of unity."

Sitting down for a few minutes they stand up before rubbing their eyes and turning toward the two women and saying quietly "Stay here. Please I don't want either of you to get hurt." they state with a certain authority that none of the three knew (Y/n) possessed. (Y/n) then walks toward their chests before digging out the materials needed. Choosing to take their half-finished crossbow, and sword, along with the armor they were currently wearing, a few potions, and pick along with food, as they walk toward the door they hesitate before returning to the chest and pull out a few End pearls along with their totem.

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At around 3 am (Y/n) finds a half-assed base. Sighing slightly they duck into the base holding up their hands in surrender as a sword is healed to their throat. It doesn't help that the voices are still shouting. And expressing their distaste or agreement at the current predicament.

"Jesus (Y/n) where the hell have you been?" Wilbur sighs as he makes eye contact with them.

"Went by my base to grab some stuff we'll need. No, we aren't going to my base." They say as they sit atop the crafting table beside Tommy. Leaning back against the wall they glance down at Tommy. He's visibly distressed. (Y/n) taps the air infront of them withdrawing a potion of their own creation they like to call "Anti-Insomnia, sleep your problems away :)"

Pulling out a small vile of it they grab 2 cups that for some reason Wilbur had. Pouring a few drops into the cups they hand them to each of their accomplices saying "It'll help you sleep. It'll take your mind off of it." Tommy nods and asks "Wait you know Greek mythology right? Didn't you and Techno talk about it?" (Y/n's) lips curve into a faint smile at the memories.

they nod and ask "Yeah. I remember that." Wilbur asks "what's your favorite story?"

they nod before thinking. "Eros and Psyche." The words fall from their lips effortlessly. As (Y/n) begins to ramble they stare at the opposite wall.

"Psyche is a princess so beautiful that the goddess Venus becomes jealous. In revenge, she instructs her son Cupid to make her fall in love with a hideous monster; but instead, he falls in love with her himself." Tommy's head lolls before falling against (Y/n's) shoulder. (Y/n) tenses up slightly but upon realizing that it's only Tommy they continue.

"He becomes her unseen husband, visiting her only at night. Psyche disobeys his orders not to attempt to look at him, and in doing so she loses him. In her search for him, she undertakes a series of cruel and difficult tasks set by Venus in the hope of winning him back. Cupid can eventually no longer bear to witness her suffering or to be apart from her and pleads their cause to the gods. Psyche becomes an immortal and the lovers are married in heaven."(More info: here ) (Y/n) finishes their story glancing down at Thomas.

"hey? (Y/n)? How's Lilith doing?" Wilbur asks quietly. (y/n) freezes before rubbing their face and rubbing the faint scar on their neck. "No clue." Wilbur frowns and asks "What'd you mean?" He asks as he shifts to a more comfortable position. "Haven't seen her since she broke our engagement...rather brutally for my taste. Like I understand sure, I may not be the best person but burning down a house then murdering your fiancé? That's a bit much even for me. Like where's the pizzazz?" (Y/n) laughs quietly as they stand up and pull off their coat draping it over Tommy.

Wilbur frowns. "Wait. You only have one life?" He asks. (Y/n) nods as they rummage in their pocket before pulling out a small simple ring with a frog upon the center. Slipping it onto their finger with the other array of various rings they stretch and turn toward Wilbur. "Jesus Christ (Y/n). You need to be careful!" Wilbur chides. (Y/n) narrows their eyes at him before grumbling quietly "yeah yeah."

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Through Fire and Ice

(Technoblade x Reader)

Chapter 1

Next Chapter

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They had caused this… An ice age the likes no one had ever seen before. A world thrown out of whack… The party of four, Philza, Technoblade, Tommy, and Tubbo had slain the dragon in the end realm. The final blow dealt to the neck of the dragon; had brought on a chill they had never felt before. Though they didn’t truly recognize what had happened until they got back to the overworld. Tommy and Tubbo had jumped through the portal first. Technoblade had stayed back looking toward his friend Phil.

Every breath they took could be seen due to the cold, but Phil was not bothered too much by it. He had read many scriptures leading up to this moment. As he excitedly looked out into the void, his hands on his hips. The pink haired man walked to Phil’s side. Phil’s eyes shined as he looked over at Techno, a smile gracing his lips.

“Hey mate.” Phil greeted Technoblade, “We did it!” Philza beamed putting his hand out as if to grasp onto something that just wasn’t there. “Do you know what lies just beyond that void?” Techno cocked his head to the side.

“Uuuuuuhhhh” Techno said in a monotone voice, thinking but nothing came to him. “I have absolutely no clue.” Techno shrugged his shoulders crossing his arms, hoping that would help warm him up somehow.

“There are cities out there, Techno,” Philza mused, “Filled with exceedingly rare items, just ripe for the taking!”

“Heh?” Techno looked through the pig skull he wore as a mask, at Phil bewildered looking out into the void. There was nothing but an inky blackness, the thought of it made his head spin. “Who do you think made those cities? Are they still there? Do you think they’ll let us just run off with their items?” Philza just shook his head.

“The scriptures read, that these cities are abandoned, I’m almost certain of it.” Philza pulled out a scroll from his robes, unraveling it to read it. “They do have some very… interesting defenses, so do be careful.” Phil added after a moment of reading.

“Uh huh…” Techno looked over the edge slightly leaning over it kicking a rock with his shoe into the void. “There’s just one flaw to your plan…” Techno looked back to Phil, “How do you plan to get over there?” Phil donned a playful smirk, handing Techno building materials.

“How ‘bout a race old friend?” Phil had challenged, watching the smile widen on Techno’s face.

“Perhaps…” Techno was already getting into position to start the race and they once they both were ready, they started building out toward the void, starting their search for the valuables the scriptures had promised them.

In the overworld, Tommy and Tubbo were chattering talking about how cool that fight with the dragon was. Tommy was boasting about how cool he was.

“I am massive Tubbo, that dragon has never seen the likes of me before!” Tommy proclaimed jerked a thumb toward his chest. Tubbo gave a confused look tilting his head, his hand coming up in a questioning gesture.

“Didn’t Techno have to help get a hoard of endermen off of you?” Tubbo innocently inquired, causing Tommy to bust up in nervous laughter.

“Listen- Tub-Tubbo,” Tommy feigned his confidence, “It’s all a part of the plan!” Tommy gave a wide smile to his best friend, “I had to help get them off Philza, Big Man.” Tubbo still looked confused as they walked up the stairs to exit the stronghold.

“Mmmm, but weren’t you screaming for both Phil and Techno to help you?” Tubbo asked, and he was immediately hushed by tommy.

“Listen, that was just me stroking Technoblades ego, it’s very fragile you know!” Tommy declared and he finally had a sigh of relief when Tubbo shrugged and didn’t press further on the subject. “You were great too big man!” Tommy nudged Tubbo in the arm. “It wasn’t easy breaking those crystals.” Tubbo nodded in response but started rubbing down his arms trying to get warm, his breath coming out in puffs of steam.

“Aren’t we in a desert?” Tubbo asked his teeth started to chatter. As they got closer to the surface, the colder it got. Tommy rubbed his hands together trying to use his breath to warm up his fingers. Tommy nodded, just as confused as Tubbo.

When they had reached the entrance of the stronghold and they were at the surface and their eyes widened at the snowy sight before them.

“Snow!” Tubbo squealed out happily, there wasn’t too much snow sticking to the sandy ground, but they could definitely start to catch the snowflakes on their tongues. The two boys ran forward laughing and playing in the ever-growing winter wonderland.

You found yourself sitting below a tree reading your book in the shade, it was a normal day. The day was warm, and you found yourself enjoying the occasional breeze that would roll through. You often came to this spot to read whatever book took your fancy, sighing contentedly you let your fingers stroke over the pages of the book. Opening the book to where your bookmark was, you started reading.

The rustle of the leaves in the tree calmed you as the branches swayed with the wind. You could even hear distant clucking from a nearby chicken. Stretching out in the shade of your tree, your eyes scanned over the words of your book. There was no other place you would rather be right now.

You had lost track of time, and the thing that was able to knock you out of your trance was a sound… You didn’t know how to describe it, but the sound came from a distant land it seemed. It was… discomforting. Something was happening and you didn’t know exactly what. Looking around everything seemed normal. You were in the forest, with no one around. It sounded extremely far off… But you didn’t know if it was a good sound or not. Nothing else happened after that so you shrug it off.

Before too long, you had forgotten about the sound, putting your nose right back into that book again. But this time around twenty minutes later, you had gotten cold, and that was what tore you away from the book. Looking around once more you were able to catch the first few snowflakes to fall to the ground. Unbeknownst to you a thick fog had rolled in around you as well.

“Wha-?” You whispered to yourself quietly. You slowly got up feeling your bones give off a crack sound from the movement. Stretching you put your book in your book bag and left in the direction of your home. You were a little annoyed being that you were almost done with your book, but it was time that you got a move on with your day at this point. You had to get home and get a fire started in your cottage so that you wouldn’t be cold.

It was weird how fast the chill had crept up on the day in summer, and you had a worrying thought about the sound that you heard from the distance. Maybe the two had correlated… But you couldn’t be too sure, you had never heard that noise before.

The fog rolled in heavily as minutes passed by and you couldn’t see a foot past your face. This was worrying… One wrong turn and you would be heading the opposite direction from your house. That thought terrified you. Considering the closest village was miles away from you, and that was if you were heading in the right direction. You hadn’t scouted the other directions yet. You were still new to the area…

Feeling a twinge of annoyance at your now runny nose, you stopped and looked around hoping there was something that you could identify. Nothing but the nearby trees caught your attention in the haze. The snowflakes seemingly got much larger in the passing minutes and they had no trouble sticking to the ground. You decided to just keep going. You had to keep moving so you wouldn’t freeze.

You had willed yourself to go just a bit more through what was becoming a fully-fledged snowstorm. Fingers and toes were starting to ache. Had you known that it was going to snow today, you wouldn’t have opted to wear summer clothing, the shorts and tank top were not helping in any case. One thing was for sure, you were going to find somewhere to get out of this snowstorm, be it your own cottage or someone else’s, you were going to get there.

Philza and Techno were back at the end portal their inventories filled to the brim with treasures. Winglike contraptions strapped to their backs, made it possible for them to fly, or at least glide through the air. This was the main item Philza had been looking for, and Techno was glad to be here for the expedition. Techno had even let out a high pitch gasp in delight when they had found a second, as Phil called it, Elytra for Techno.

“Aye mate,” Philza tapped Techno on the shoulder, “Ya think we should take the egg?” He pointed to the egg on top of the bedrock pillar.

“Does it count as an orphan?” Techno grinned amused as Phil busted up laughing.

“I suppose so,” Phil chuckled as he quickly built up to the egg, careful not to fall into the portal below.

“This is going to be the ultimate orphan trophy,” Techno mused as he watched Phil reach out to take the egg. But before Phil could get a finger on the egg… It was gone.

Phil let out a very confused and loud “What!?” before looking around for the egg further, it had teleported just few feet away, untouched. Techno laughed at Phil who climbed down from the pillar.

“You just got denied!” Techno taunted, wafting away some stray hair from his face. Phil puffed out a sigh and pulled out his scrolls to see if he had missed anything about the egg. Techno looked over the man’s shoulder. He couldn’t read anything on the scroll, that was Philza’s department… Even so… That wasn’t the language villagers usually spoke.

“Mmmm, seems like we can’t interact with it ourselves mate.” Philza’s hand covered his mouth in thought. “I have a plan,” Philza grabbed his bag and walked over to the egg. “Techno, dig out just enough for the egg to fall into the bag.”

“Alright.” Grabbing his pickaxe, he dug out just enough of the end stone for the egg to topple over safely into Philza’s bag.

“There we go!” Philza beamed holding the bag up. The top of the egg could barely be seen. He closed up the bag and strapped it over his shoulder. “Let’s get back to the boys, I’m tired of this chill in the air.”

“We gotta pack extra clothes when we come back for the other cities,” Techno mused pulling his blue cloak around him to help stave off the chill. Phil grunted in agreement and he made his way back to the portal. With one step into the portal, he was gone.

Techno lingered for a moment, his eyes searching the darkness. Had the dragon killed the inhabitants of the cities? Or… Was it something else? This realm was lonely, he wasn’t sure he wanted to come back here. The deafening silence was eerie. Shaking his head, he jumped through the portal. His eyes closed; he felt his stomach turn into knots. His body flew out of the other side of the portal and he orientated himself to land on his feet, though he kneeled when he felt his feet touch the floor to keep his balance.

“Everything good mate?” Phil asked extending his hand to Techno, who took it nodding his thanks. “Good.” Making sure they had everything, they opt to go up the stairs. At a certain point they could hear the boys outside playing and laughing.

“Am I missing something here? Why is it cold in the middle of the desert?” Techno asked with an edge to his voice. Something definitely wasn’t right. Phil shrugged looking on with an equally worried expression. The entrance they had dug had flurries of snow covering the first few steps.

“It’s the middle of summer at that…” Phil hurried his step, when the two men had gotten to the surface they were met with the sight of Tommy and Tubbo having a snowball fight. The boys peered over at them excitedly. They both ran up to Phil and Techno sizing up their new gear.

“So that’s what you’ve been up to,” Tommy pouted his eyes wandering over the elytras on Phil and Techno’s backs. “Why didn’t take us,” Tommy whined motioning to himself and Tubbo. “I want… Whatever that thing is.”

“Tommy, I hear you, but I really don’t think it’s the time for that,” Phil put his hand on Tommy’s shoulder, as he looked around the snowy area. “We need to get back home.” Tommy scoffed but before he could retort Techno chimed in.

“We don’t want to hear it Tommy, something is going on and we need to figure out what.” Techno looked toward Phil. Ignoring Tommy muttering to himself about how it was unfair that they got all the cool loot, and he didn’t. “We need to talk to the others and make a plan of action if this storm doesn’t stop,” Phil nodded, “I’m going to get some supplies, take them home and call the others for a meetin’.” The plan was set, and everyone headed off on their journeys.

Techno was in a bit of a bind. He was stuck in fog, and there were strays shooting at him from all directions. He didn’t know where an arrow would come from next. Some even got close enough to hit him using melee. Their ability to slow their enemies was annoying but Techno made quick work of them for the most part. He knew he was on the right path to his cottage.

An agonized scream echoed out, making Techno’s head snap up, his heart dropped, and he trudged further. His steps taking their sweet time as he was still affected with slowness. He listened for anything but didn’t hear another noise other than the crunching snow under his feet, but he soon found red droplets in the snow. Someone out here was injured… Following the trail of blood, he eventually found a body in the snow.

You were riddled in arrows, breathing shallowly, lying face down in the snow. Unfastening his cloak, he wrapped you in the clothing and lifted your body with ease. You made some sounds of protest, which caused him to believe you were awake.

“Stay with me okay?” His deep voice called to you, causing your eyes to flutter open and meet his. You were having trouble keeping focus. Your eyes skimming over the mask he wore on his face. Fear courses through you. “You will be okay.” He reassures you; he can see your fear. He doesn’t blame you; it would be off-putting to be hurt, and to suddenly be carried by a man you didn’t know who was wearing a boar skull as a mask. You let out a little sigh, your body going limp in his arms.

Techno looked around, this had brought him off course, but he kept his compass on him, pointing to a lodestone he had in his house. Reading the compass, he trudges on, with you in his arms, still dodging arrows. It wasn’t too long of a walk before he suddenly had the cottage in his view, and he kicks the door open. Hurriedly he sets you down onto the floor next to the fireplace. Quickly lighting a fire, he searches his chests for any and all health potions.

He was going to have to pull all those arrows out of you, one by one. He wasn’t looking forward to it. He peeled the bloody cloak off your body, examining your wounds. He sighed in relief. Your wounds could be easily healed with his potions. He counted three arrows stuck in your legs in all directions and two in your back. Your skin was frostbitten, and your lips were blue.

Clipping the arrows shorter he made quick work, of the ones in your back. If they had hit any deeper, he would have been worried. Even so, your blood started to pool on his cloak that lie beneath you. Splashing a health potion on your back closed the wounds but they left definite scars. Now he was onto the arrows in your legs. He tended to the wounds in your legs just as he did with the ones in your back.

Looking down at his handy work, blood all over his hands, he pushed back thoughts, the voices that liked to plague his mind coming back for a split second. Hands shaking, he got up to wash his hands, only to find that the pipes had been frozen. With an irritated sigh he grabbed a bucket and started filling the cauldron above his fire with snow.

You were caked in blood and he wanted to have a bath ready for you when you woke up, he didn’t like seeing blood smeared on anyone, not even himself, as it just made the voices in his head stronger. He had tended to Tommy like this once upon a time when Tommy had overestimated himself and he fell from a cliff. Back then he didn’t have control over the voices like he did now. The memory made him shudder.

Sighing he searched his fridge; you both were going to be here for a while, and you were going to need to regain your strength. He had a good supply of potatoes, steak and carrots, that could keep the two of you going for a few days. To Techno, you didn’t seem like a fighter, so he wasn’t too worried you were going to stab him in the back but who knew, maybe he was wrong. If he was… Then he would be ready.

Either way, the both of you had time to get to know each other.

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