#c!ponk x gn!reader

[angel-anoetic]

halllooo 🐌 anon here! i know i havent requested anything for a while but thats just bc i didnt have any ideas and ive been kinda busy but im back and ive come with another c!ponk request! okay so reader (gn or he/him) works with las nevadas but ponk doesnt know that but one day they get curious and follow reader to las nevadas and hes pretty surprised and i dont really have any idea of what happens next so u can decide! it can also be fluff or angst or whatever u feel fits best! anyways make sure ur eating and drinking enough and getting enough sleep and taking ur meds if u take any and byeeeeee

hi 🐌! no worries i'm glad to have you back! i chose to use he/him and make this kind of angsty, if that's okay. stay safe and healthy anon!

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c!Ponk x [he/him] Reader - Truth

genre: /rom, c!ponk, angst with happy ending, las nevadas!Reader

warning: none! (let me know if i missed something)

masterlist <3

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The sun was starting to rise, the morning dew shined on the grass outside the window. As much as you hated it, you knew sooner or later you would have to pull away from Ponk and make the trip back to Las Nevadas.

You sighed and looked over to him, sleeping so peacefully, quiet and calm breaths escaping their mouth. You smiled and began to roll out of the bed. You were almost out of the bed before an arm wrapped around your waist.

"No...don't leave me, stay here all day." Ponk groaned, half asleep.

"Ponk I've gotta go to work love."

"Nope, no work." You laughed, falling against him slightly. You placed a hand on his cheek, stroking your thumb against his cheekbone.

"I've really got to go. I promise I'll be back soon." You kissed his cheek, removed his arm from your waist, and got up, grabbing your jacket before closing the bedroom door.

You walked through the greater SMP, admiring the new pop-up buildings, and reminiscing on the old.

You didn't even notice a still half asleep Ponk following behind you. For as much noise as he was making you couldn't seem to notice. You were lost in your own thoughts. For the last few months, you had to keep your place of work a secret. You weren't sure how people would react to you working at Las Nevadas, and further, for Quackity. The only people who knew at this point were Quackity and the others who were beginning their transition to the new faction.

Ponk had struggled after the Red Banquet to forgive Quackity, even though it was Q who had technically freed her from the Egg's grasp, something not even you could do. But Ant had lost a life, and Ponk wasn't sure if they could forgive Puffy for that or Quackity for allowing it.

You waltzed into the Needle, Quackitys headquarters and took the elevator to the very top. Ponk hadn't risked getting spotted by anyone and stayed at the ground level, waiting, watching.

The elevator doors opened up, and you walked over to the railing, Quackity standing, looking over some papers.

"What can I help you with today Big Q? And we gotta make this quick, I have a lot to do today."

The man snorted, "Yeah, right. Now would I be where I am right now if I let people who work for me tell me about how much time they have? No, I wouldn't. Take a seat."

You sighed, quickly pulling out your message to send Ponk a text about how you would be late. Q sat across from you, going on and on about how the business you were chosen to help him start was lacking, as were you with your progress getting to Las Nevadas.

"I can't have slackers, but I really don't like the idea of anyone else having you working for them, so I'm torn. I could give you a second chance, make a new deal...or I'll just have to convince you another way to not go working for someone like Tubbo or Jack. Not even Techno."

You let out a sigh. "All right, just get to the point."

"Well, it's simple. Either you get settled down here completely in the next 3 days, or I'm going to convince you to."

You rolled your eyes. He couldn't force you to do anything. How could he?

"How's Ponk doing?" This caused your breath to get caught in your throat.

"Oh please, you think I don't know? I know everything about you y/n. Your history, your alliances, friends...partners. And I need to in order to keep you under me."

"He doesn't even know about this. They don't even know I work here. You have no reason to hurt them other than to hurt me."

"And if I have to I will." He checked his communicator, and the message catching his eye. "Sam and I have some business to attend to. Consider what I've told you, and come back to me with either an answer or through action. Have a good day, you're dismissed."

You sat shocked for a moment before you stood and stomped off the balcony. By the time the elevator stopped the tears had rolled down your cheeks as you thought over the choice you'd have to make.

The thoughts ran around your mind as you walked outside of Las Nevada's borders and into Snowchesters, a weight lifted off your shoulders.

You took a seat on the soft ground, not too worried about the cool air. You needed to think.

"Y/n?" His voice. His lovely, sweet voice. You turned and found Ponk standing there, rubbing his arms to keep warm.

"Hello love, what are you doing here?" Quickly removing your jacket you handed it over to her.

"I, um, I followed you from the house. I figured...well I wanted to see where you go when you leave me."

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry Ponk. I-I should've told you sooner, I was planning to but I didn't know how you'd react."

He smiled, resting a soft hand on your cheek. You relished in the touch.

"Don't worry about it. I don't care for you working with Quackity, as long as you're happy and safe. Speaking of...I heard what he told you."

"You did...?"

He nodded, a smile resting on his calm face. "Yeah, but I'm not worried. I'll always be there with you, by your side. And we're gonna get through this, together."

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[aike-pandas]

Hi, I’m guessing requests are open? If so, can you write about c!Techno slowly becoming best friends with the Reader (considering he invited her to the Syndicate without knowing much about her, just that she was “wise and strong” and stuff, so they weren’t close at all beforehand)? [Platonic :D] [also sorry if its too specific haha]

Sweet! Of course I'll do it <3 also don't worry sweetheart it isn't too specific ^^

Slowly melting like gold

[Technoblade x GN!Reader] → Platonic.

*Friendly reminder this is with their Minecraft personas! I don't write about CCs.

Read rules before requesting~°♪

Note: No pronouns used. GN reader.

Although he was indeed the reason you met and joined The Syndicate, he didn't know pretty much anything about you. He did saw that you were closer to Phil and Ranboo though, so he got interested on you. Plus, he saw you carrying Tommy and Tubbo once —you were trying to stop them of making chaos— so he had to try and test your force too.

That's what he told Phil at least, but in pure honesty, he had no clue why did he wanted to meet you more.

But Phil encouraged him to friend you, so... Let's see intent number one:

He walked down to your location; The Greater DreamSMP. You were looking from far away at Ponk and Foolish talking, something seemed apparently wrong, and didn't notice the "tall" (has to use platforms to reach 6ft tall) reaching out to you.

“Y/n.”, he called you out, making you slightly jump in your place. “Oh! Hi Techno”, you smiled at him, getting up from the stone walls you were sitting on. “What brings you here, "Mr.Blade"?” you asked with a grin on your face. He couldn't help but chuckle a bit when he heard the nickname you called him for. “Nothing extraordinary, just wanted to pass by.” he shrugged it off. You titled your head, humming with curiosity. “Only that?” you asked, not believing that the pig man would have gone out from his comfort zone to be in a place full of drama. “I mean, yes, why else would I be here?”. He regretted his words as soon as they came out of his tongue. He could see your bad-hided pain from his words. “I see, well, I gotta go Techno, nice to talk to you.” Techno wanted to hit himself in that moment, but he panicked.

Well, that one didn't work. He refused to get out of his house until he had a good plan to friend you. Phil watched him, shaking his head in disbelief. If only Techno knew it was easy for him to friend you.

But oh well, let's not throw his work down. Time for intent number two!

He was decided this time, you had accepted meeting him in the Syndicate room.

He couldn't lie, he was nervous even though he didn't show it. He was terrible with words (even of he had an English mayor), but he had make some friends still, why was so hard to have you as a friend?

He saw the door open itself, letting show your figure trough it. You smiled at the pig man in front of you. “Hello there, Techno”, you greeted him, sitting on your chair. “Hello.” he greeted back, mimicking your action.

Silence fell awkwardly between you two for a couple seconds, until you decided to break the tension. “So, Techno, why did you decide to meet me here?” you played with the little flower on the table, waiting for the anarchist's answer.

Techno, however, didn't really expect the question. And now he was more nervous to be there with you. Why was it so frustratingly hard? He did try, but now he wasn't sure.

“I... Um...” he sighed as the words wouldn't come out of his mouth. “Tech? You're alright?” you questioned him, truly worried about his strange behaviour.

“'m fine...” he mumbled under his breath, not really trying for you to hear. “It's just... Harder than what I thought.”, “What exactly?”.

You saw his black pig eyes dodge your view. He couldn't really look directly at you in that moment. “...Just wanted to friend you...” he whispered, but it was loud enough for you to hear. You smiled at him, “so that's what everything was about?” you chuckled at his expression, you really didn't expect for the blood god to be this sweet.

“Awe, Techno” you cooed happily. “I thought you would write a letter for his those of things since you are not good with words when you have to talk face to face.”

He turned slightly red in embarrassment. “Shut.” which only made you chuckle. “I do want to be friends with you btw”, your words only made him look at you with shiny eyes.

Guess third time didn't have to be the charm this time.

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[thesunicarusfellfor]

Mortal of Gold - Part 3

(Yandere!C!Techno x GN!Shy!Reader x Yandere!C!Philza)

Anyone want my list of the characters as gods? There were a few characters that I couldn't think of like Ponk, so I just left them out. ANYWAY. Hi, how's it going? ALSO I CANT EDIT THIS DAMN POST AND THE SPELLING ERRORS ARE SO IRRITATING

Part 1 Part 2 TW: Mention of amnesia, memories being altered Send me a message via inbox if you wanna be added to a general or series tag list. Make sure to turn off anon, please. ------- “They weren’t born… A mortal?”

A light wind brushed over your features, causing you to give a small sigh and roll over onto your side in an attempt to block the light from hitting your lidded eyes. It was nice and quiet for once… “(Y/n)?” A distorted voice echoed softly, causing you to flinch a bit. You opened your eyes slightly to see a silky blackbird sitting on the sheets beside you, a few golden trinkets laying beside it. Upon seeing your eyes slide open, the creature hopped up onto its legs and began making soft cooing noises, “(Y/n)! (Y/n), you’re awake!” Glancing around at the surroundings you had been placed in, racking your mind for any sort of familiarity but failing to come up with anything at all, even who you were. You sat up, slowly brushing your fingers along your ombre silk clothing before putting your hands on the sheets below your body, frowning as you didn’t recognize the bed as yours. “Hello…” You murmured softly, reaching your hand out to the crow who eagerly jumped forward to nuzzle your hand. The feathers of the bird felt… Odd. They felt more like grabbing at misty fog, but with a light staticky cotton texture that caused a buzzing sensation on your fingertips, “I’m sorry, my memory… Seems to be a tad faulty… Could you tell me your name?” “I’m Chat, Dadza- er… Philza’s familiar! I was a gift from Mumza, oops... Kristen, the Goddess of Void and Death.” It chirped, its voice having multiple layers in your head, causing you to shake your head a slight bit, “No, they’re not married, only parental figures to the souls that pass on to the afterlife or those they saved sometime before they passed on… I believe they have more of a co-worker relationship.” You nodded slightly, pursing your lips at how the creature’s voice sounded in your mind. It was unsettling and caused shivers to crawl up and down your back, but at the same time, it was incredibly calming and had a soothing aura. How that worked, you had no clue whatsoever. Brushing off the unsettling voice of the bird, you decided to focus on the name that caused a light to go off in your head, “Alright… Philza… I think I remember that name…” “Yeah! Dadza- Eck… Sorry. Phil, he’s the God of Survival and Crows! He controls not only every crow in the mortal land, but he also controls whether or not someone will survive a situation. If there is no way that the mortal can survive, he will send a crow down and have them guide the soul of the mortal to him! Then he escorts them to Kristen! He has gained the name Angel of Death because he works for Mumza!” You decided not to question why the crow called Philza and Kristen Mumza and Dadza, knowing that you’d probably find out later, but by the sound of it Chat seemed to be multiple children, “Okay… Makes sense…” You mumbled slowly, nodding your head up and down. With a sigh you slowly brought your legs over to the side of the bed, only now becoming aware of how large the soft mattress was. Lowlands! (Hell) You could probably fit six people who were ten feet tall in it with room to roam! Pushing yourself off the bed, you also realized how high the beautiful bed was off the floor, Gods, whoever lived here was tall! Behind you, you heard a small chirp, and you saw Chat watching you curiously. With a small shrug, you decided to pick the familiar up and hold it in your cupped hands as you walked out the door, “Oooh! Dadza never carries us like this, and Technoblade does only when he’s about to yeet us out a window!” “Yeet?” You scowled in confusion as you walked through the arched doorway, your bare feet padding silently on the quartz flooring, “I'm scared to ask. Technoblade? Is he also a god of some things? He sounds familiar as well…” “That’s its word for throwing something. Well, it yells the word when they throw something or get thrown, so I assume it’s yelling in excitement,” A deep voice spoke from in front of you, causing you to gasp and lift your head from the crow. The telepathic chirping and squeaks from Chat in your mind quickly formed the name Technoblade, so… You had a feeling that your answer was on its way past his

lips, “I’m Technoblade, or Techno, the God of Blood and War. It’s… nice to see you finally awake…” He shifted awkwardly on his feet as you curiously studied him. His appearance could certainly be described as godly if anyone asked you. His long pink hair was mostly twisted and tied into a braid with bits of golden chain and a polished golden crown adorned with rubies, garnets and diamonds. Upon his pale skin, dozens of scars of varying sizes decorated his skin in different areas, but they were displayed in an almost proud manner. Almost. When he spoke, his dark pink eyes hidden behind cracked glasses searched your form for any sort of injury, “I’m… (Y/n)... I think. I don’t know if this bird is exactly trustworthy in its information… Do you know where I am?” Techno snorted as Chat gave an offended squawk at your statement, “That’s very fair, to be honest. You’re in the Tundra of the Upperlands, and this is my palace. No there is no snow, I believe the person who named this place has never looked into the name or word Tundra, but it’s been like this for too long to change it-” He paused for a moment as he noticed you looking extremely confused, “Ah. Right. Desert. Don’t worry about it.” “Oh… Okay…” You frowned at the tusked male for a moment before shaking your head, deciding not to question it much, “Now, uh… How did I get here, and why don’t I remember anything about myself? Or, about you and this Philza guy, I was told about.” You lifted Chat slightly toward Techno as a silent indication that Chat was the one who told you about Phil. “That’s uh… Phil’s field of expertise.” He rubbed the back of his head with his black-tipped fingers before adjusting his crown, “I don’t understand much of what happened, and Phil will tell you what you need to know that will keep you safe.” Hesitantly, he held his free hand out towards you making you realize that he was easily over seven and a half feet tall, “C’mon, I’ll take you to him and get you the answers you need.” His hand was extremely steady, you noticed as you stared down at it cautiously. Once you noticed that he didn’t seem to want to do you harm, you slowly shifted Chat into one hand and used your free hand to take the one extended to you, which you couldn’t help but notice, made Technoblade very happy, “Okay. Thank you.” The god held your hand in his calloused one for a few moments before beginning to lead you down the tan and white hallways that were turned a light golden hue from the rising sun. It was quite a long walk filled with a slightly uncomfortable silence, but you distracted yourself by looking around the palace curiously. It was obvious he was the God of War by how many swords hanging on walls and sets of armour he had placed on armour stands in the hallways. Eventually, he walked you through an archway that led into a wide-open room with multiple windows that had many crows perched on the windowsills, some chirping and singing some little tune in perfect unison while others shuffled around, seeming to do a little dance. You were quick to realize the whistling of one of the birds didn’t match up and noticed that it was coming from the man with the large white and green striped hat as well as massive black feathered wings dangling on his back, fluffing themselves up every so often. When you and Techno stepped in, the blackbirds started chirping loudly, losing the rhythm of the tune the winged man was whistling as Chat started telepathically squealing about… 2/4? Two out of four what? “Ah!” The hat-wearing male turned around and clasped his hands together upon seeing you standing up, “(Y/n), you’re awake. I was worried the injuries you sustained were enough to keep you out cold for a few more weeks. I’m glad to see I was wrong. I’m Philza, God of Survival and Crows, and I see you’ve met Chat and Techno. Pesky bird, I told it not to wake you...” You pursed your lips for a moment, analyzing the shorter god as the bird squealed out its protests. While he was shorter than Techno, he was certainly tall, standing roughly around six feet tall, his wingspan

probably double that for each wing! His blonde hair was long around his face but was pulled into a loose braid like Techno’s was, although instead of gold intertwined into his hair, it was silver. His outfit was made up of a loose green shirt and black pants, with a red heart-shaped pendant dangling off of a chain into the center of his chest. Why did that pendant… Look familiar? You slowly rose your hand up and clasped at the pendant around your neck, noticing how Philza smiled softly, “Technoblade… Said you could tell me why I can’t remember anything?” “You’re still wearing my gift, I see,” Philza gave a soft hum as Chat jumped from your hand and onto his shoulder, before gesturing for you and Techno to take a seat where he already had drinks and some form of cakes set out, but they certainly weren’t there when you came in. Upon seeing your confused blinking, he gave a soft laugh, “I’m a god, mate, magic is no difficult task for me, let alone creating some measly tea and desserts. Now, sit down and I will tell you everything…” - General - None Mortal of Gold -@generalalmond @binas-idea-vault @ohworm-writes

[moriiartist]

‧₊ AWESAMDUDE (CREEPER HYBRID) 

PAIRING: C!Awesamdude x GN!Reader

SYNOPSIS: My personal headcanons for creeper biology and behavior, as well as what your interactions with a creeper hybrid Awesamdude would entail! 

WARNINGS: Language

A/N: This is it boys- this is the idea that made me want to start my own blog. I hope you all enjoy it, even if some of the ideas are kind of vanilla!

'Creepers are shy creatures, preferring to live solitary lives instead of forming a pack as other mobs are known to do. They have been observed to stray away from areas with a dense ecological population, despite the higher chance to catch prey.’ Unknown, A Study in Hostile Mobs

As a creeper hybrid, Sam is naturally inclined to stay further away from the hustle and bustle of Central SMP.

He’s just not built to be around people- its stressful, its exhausting, and, most importantly, its unnecessary.

At least, that’s what he tells Ponk.

Then you decide to move to SMP, and suddenly, he wants to talk to you. Get to know you.

Of course, every time he sets off to do so he chickens out almost immediately.

It had hardly been a month since you'd moved to the SMP, but you'd already spent almost the entirety of the time hosting various guests that were curious about the newest member of the server. You wouldn't lie- it was a little overwhelming to have the entirety of L'Manbergs' cabinet staring over your shoulder while you were cooking lunch. However, you quickly adapted to the strangeness of your fellow players, and went out of the experience with a lot of new friends. 

You had talked to every person on the server at some point, except for one.

You’d see him out of the corner of your eye sometimes when you were out and about, watching you, but making no effort to say hello. You might’ve been creeped out, if it wasn’t for how flustered he would get when you made eye contact with him through the gas mask he wore. It was kind of cute, in your opinion.

You were surprised one morning when, after you had stopped by Niki's cafe to drop off some fresh ingredients for her, you spotted Ponk high-tailing it towards you with the stranger in tow. You blinked, frozen for a moment, before your survival instincts kicked in and you jumped to the side before you could get bowled over by the pair.

“Hi?” you tried, after the dust the two had kicked up settled. You had spoken with Ponk before, and even gone on a few mining trips with her, but you weren’t super close. It was uncharacteristic of him to suddenly rush up to you like this.

"Hello!" Ponk said cheerfully, not at all winded as their companion staggered out of their grip, wheezing for breath. "This idiot was taking forever to just go say ‘hi’ to you, so I decided to spare him from his misery and just go introduce you.”

“Oh,” you said lamely, your gaze finally shifting to the tense figure behind the blonde. 

The stranger was visibly tense as your eyes landed on him, and you took a step back in surprise when just how tall he was finally registered. You had never been so close to him before, so you had never truly gotten the full effect of his height. He was at least seven feet tall, and a hybrid, with mottled patches of mossy green, and even darker freckles scattered across his skin. His ears were slightly pointed, peeking out from soft-looking green hair and the black gas mask painted like a creeper face that covered the rest of his head. Now that your attention was drawn to it, you couldn't help but notice that it was smoking slightly- an observation both fascinating and mildly concerning.

Getting the faintest idea that you would have to be the extrovert in this interaction after several heartbeats of awkward silence, you offered a hand with a grin. "Nice to meet you!"

"It's nice to meet you too. I'm Sam.”

When I tell you that boy was panicking- 

When he gets anxious, our boy literally starts steaming from sheer nerves. Normally the gas mask filters it all out, but in this case...

At least you didn’t say anything about it. If you had, then you would’ve learned that he blushes neon green ;]

'Creepers seem to have the ability to illuminate the bioluminescent freckle-like spots covering their body at will. While the reason for this is still unexplained, many mobologists believe that it may be a form of nonvocal communication between members of the same species, or a mechanism designed to ward off potential predators.' - Unknown, A Study in Hostile Mobs

Sam can light up the spots all over his body, but the process isn’t entirely voluntary.

What pattern they form is indicative of his mood or tone, and, if you’ve known him for a long time, it can be used to tell how he’s feeling.

Sam used to be bullied for it when he was younger, so he forced himself to learn how to stifle the impulse.

He was afraid that you would tease him about it, so he repressed his instincts around you.

You watched sleepily as Sam fiddled with one of his many Redstone contraptions, lulled into contentment by the flickering flames of the fireplace and the snoring dog snuggled into your side. It had been several weeks since you had met the creeper hybrid, and over chance meetings at the community house, long nights shared at the EXP grinder, and time spent saving a certain blonde-haired gremlin from his failed pranks, you had become close friends.

It was common for other members of the server to visit your house and find Sam sipping a cup of sweet berry tea while you rambled about the new calf that had been born last night, or to see you tagging along with him when someone's front door broke. It had practically become a running joke between everyone when the two of you were going to get married, and, despite the slight warmth in your gut when they mentioned it, you were able to laugh it off. 

You had gotten used to Sam’s creeper features with all the time you had spent with him, but every once in a while, he did something new that completely blindsided you. Sam had been getting increasingly frustrated with the machine he was working on, his eyebrows furrowing further and further as he tinkered with complex wires and sensitive buttons that you couldn’t even begin to comprehend. He hissed slightly, frustrated, and the previously dark freckles dotted across his nose flared to life in a flash of neon green.

His red eyes, which were usually covered by the mirrored goggles that he wore, flickered towards you just in time to catch your star-struck expression. “What?”

"Your freckles glow,” you said dumbly, gesturing to your face.

Sam stared at you for a moment, heat creeping into his face, before he huffed out a flustered laugh. The spots on his cheeks lit up as he did so, and you pointed at them animatedly.

"See! You just did it again!"

"Oh, uh, yeah," he said, chuckling awkwardly. "It's a hybrid thing. Apparently, creepers use the flashes to communicate intent and feelings to other creepers. That’s- that’s what I’m doing."

“That’s so cool!” you gasped, impulsively reaching forward to run a thumb across the few speckles that lay above the edge of his gas mask, his skin warm to the touch. You withdrew your hand just as quickly as you extended it though, suddenly nervous at the intimate contact. The pair of you had never really done a lot in terms of physical affection, so, naturally, you would be unused to it.

You were quickly distracted from the butterflies in your stomach when a thought occurred to you, and you tilted your head curiously. A part of you was torn between scooting closer or staying still so as not to disturb Fran, and you fidgeted with your fingers to release the weird energy that had built up in your body. "I-I don't remember you doing that whenever we hung out before."

Sam coughed, rubbing at his face with an expression you couldn't quite place. "I normally repress it. A lot of people are already off-put by… yeah, so I keep the glowing to a minimum.” He hesitated for a second before he went on- “It’s harder to control if I’m comfortable, or feel safe, though.”

You softened, feeling your heart squeeze in your chest. He already had to deal with so much as a hostile mob hybrid, and having to hide his emotions…? “I would never be weirded out by your hybridity, Sam.”

Then, his last statement finally clicked, and immediately after the implications registered you couldn't stop yourself from tugging the hand closest to you into your lap, lacing your fingers together with a blinding smile. "Are you saying you feel safe around me, Sam?"

The hybrid coughed, futilely trying to cover the freckles that had lit up in a brilliant green flare all across his cheeks with his free hand. You cooed.

“Awww! Sammy’s embarrassed!”

“Shut up.”

He is so relieved that you don’t think he’s weird. How could he handle it if his crush thought his creeper heritage was creepy?

Sam starts to allow more of his instincts to come to light after that, and is encouraged when you never make any comments about it other than teasing him.

“You’re like a little firefly!” - you, not realizing that you just one-hit KO’d this man.

‘Creepers, like the Piglin and some members of the Avian species, mate for life. Not much about their courting processes are known, but every spring, a select few of the creeper population participate in rudimentary courting practices with their chosen partner. Whether or not their union is successful appears to depend on the courter’s size, their ability to provide for young, and how healthy they are (measured by the vividness of their green coloration).’ - Unknown, A Study in Hostile Mobs

We’re in the endgame now, gamers.

You’re funny, you’re smart, you somehow know exactly how to make him feel better-

Prime help this man he’s about to explode (literally).

It was originally only little gestures that made their way into your interactions, but over time, he realized that he has been courting you.

And guess what?

He wasn’t going to put an end to it.

Sam had been acting strange recently.

It had been small things at first, starting a couple days after you found out about his spots (You were still in a state of disbelief that Sam could glow, and that the majority of the server had lived almost their entire lives not knowing that Sam could glow). 

He was more confident around you now, something that you attributed to your reassurances that you would never judge him for his hybrid instincts. He would hold himself straighter when he walked at your side, walking a step behind you as if he was some kind of bodyguard. You teased him for it mercilessly, ignoring the way butterflies erupted in your stomach when he eventually broke down and replied with: “How else am I supposed to be your knight in shining armor if I don’t protect you?”

Something had changed in the way he interacted with other people during your hangouts together, too. He was quiet, more often than not, and whenever he spoke his words held a hint of a warning- against what, exactly, you had absolutely no clue. Whenever you asked about it, he clammed up and refused to talk.

Even your interactions with Tommy, which used to be a reliable source of entertainment for all three of you, had changed ever so slightly. Sam had always been a sort of paternal figure for Tommy, getting him out of scrapes and checking up on the teen to make sure he was okay, it seemed as though it had increased exponentially. Whenever Tommy even scraped his knee, Sam was hovering around him in an instant, forcing the blonde to sit down so he could fuss over him. It was admittedly funny, though, when Tommy had thrown a fit about Sam “being a bigger mother hen than fucking Birdza”.

All of that was excusable enough for you to deal with. No, the thing that had finally tipped you over the edge was when Sam had straight-up hissed at someone who had tried to hug you.

Earlier that day, you had gotten a message from Ponk asking for help repairing his garden. Apparently, a rogue enderman had made off with a good chunk of the grass blocks, and he needed a set of extra hands while replacing them. Always happy to help a friend, you accepted, and when you mentioned it to Sam the hybrid had insisted on tagging along.

The work was hot and grueling, and you felt about ready to drop after everything was said and done. Sam and Ponk, on the other hand, were relatively unaffected by the labor, beyond maybe being a little sweatier than usual (How were so many people on this server fitness gods? You swore you saw Tubbo deadlift a whole-ass cow the other day).

Relieved to be finished, you laughed as Ponk threw their arms around you in a damp hug. You were about to make some ‘complaint’ about them being stinky, but the two of you were cut off by the sound of lighted TNT. The two of you sprang apart, searching wildly for the errant creeper that had managed to sneak up on you.

“Sam-” you started, turning to the hybrid for answers after finding nothing, only to find him standing much closer to you than he was before. You jumped back, startled by his sudden appearance, and watched with bewildered eyes as acrid smoke billowed around his face, escaping through the vents in his mask. Your expression hardened.

"What the fuck." you said flatly. You had reached the end of your rope with this man, and you were not going to let this be without answers. "What the fuck? You've been acting weird for weeks, Sam, and now this?"

The green-haired man’s red eyes were pinned to Ponk, glittering dangerously in the fading light of the sun as it started to set. He was making an odd sound under his breath, a mix of a hiss and a growl. So Ponk, like a perfectly sane person would do when suddenly faced with a pissed creeper, laughed. 

You and Sam could only stare, any aggression the man might’ve held replaced with abject confusion, as the blonde doubled over, overcome with giggles. Gasping for breath, he was finally able to speak after his mirth died down. “Prime, Sammy. Don’t tell me you got jealous over a hug.”

...Jealous?

You were pretty sure your face was on fire, and, as you looked at Sam, you were glad the sentiment was shared as his face flushed bright green. You opened your mouth to say… something (How were you supposed to even begin to know how to respond to this situation?) when Sam grabbed your arm and started to drag you away to the garden. Helpless, you could only wave goodbye to Ponk as you and the hybrid disappeared into the trees. 

Sam was moving fast, and you struggled to keep up with his long strides. Giving up, you dug your heels into the ground with a huff. “Sam, stop. Are you seriously not gonna talk about what what Ponk just said?”

“Nope,” he said shortly, resolutely refusing to face you as his pace slowed. Leaning to the side, you caught sight of the freckles across his face fully lit up. You softened. “... Were you jealous?”

The hybrid was silent for a moment, and you felt the hope that was welling up in your chest die. Of course he wasn’t, it was just a dumb joke. He would never-

“What if I was?”

You blinked. “W-what?”

“What if I was,” He spun you around until you were directly in front of him, something desperate in his eyes that made your heart want to explode. “What if I was jealous? What if I hated watching you let other people touch you? What would you do?”

Left breathless at his words, you did the only thing that was left for you to do: you looped your arms around his shoulders, unclasping his mask and letting it fall to the ground between you, and kissed him. 

When you pulled back, you couldn’t help but grin up at him dopily. His eyes were bright, filled with wonder as he searched your face. Then, without any moment of hesitation, he was tucking you back into his arms to press kisses against your face.

“You’re stuck with me now,” he rumbled between pecs, and you sighed happily. “I better be, Mr. Nook.”

“Does that make you Mx. Nook now?”

“Kiss me again, and we’ll find out.”

Congratulations! You are the proud partner of one (1) hissy boy who would explode anyone who dared hurt you!

Cuddles are a mandatory now, especially in the evening when you’re both tired out from work.

You are the only person in the entire server who knows that Sam can purr, and you constantly tease him for it until you melt into a puddle at the sound. 

Fran loves you automatically. She can tell how much you two care about each other, and anyone who loves Sam is instantly her best friend.

She will attempt to bury you and Sam in her fur when you snuggle at any chance she gets.

You fall asleep every night tucked into a softly hissing creeper hybrid, and pressed into an extremely fluffy dog.

[aquarii-writes]

Memories (Foolish x GN reader)

Notes: heavily implied AFAB as well as Reader being given different variations of momma/mommy. This turned out a bit sadder than I intended fuckin hell

WARNING: Death, pregnancy/after birth

Genre: angsty

WC: 1,864

Memories meant the world to Foolish. The memory of meeting you, your first kiss, and when you first spent the night were ingrained in his head. They were everything to him; especially since one-day he knew you wouldn't be here again.

Though seeing you now with his son? This might be the most special yet. Your baby boy sat wriggling in your arms. His eyes had yet to open but Foolish could already guess that they'd be green like his.

The baby's skin was already shining a gold color once all the blood was wiped away from his body. Tears fell from Foolish's eyes as he got closer to you. Sweat lined your forehead but you couldn't have been more beautiful.

"Can.. can I hold him?" Your husband's voice broke as he spoke to you. With a gentle chuckle you allowed your husband to take the baby in your arms; your precious son.

Holding the bundle in his arms, Foolish swayed to try and get Jr to open his eyes. "Common buddy. Lemme see your eyes" Foolish cooed at his son.

Puffy attended to you. Your bleeding had yet to stop but so far it was normal, just needed a few stitches to patch everything back up.

Jr kept wiggling around in his father's arms. Poor thing just wanted his momma so he cried out for them. Jr's crying broke his father's heart, did the baby already not like him?

With a swift hushing Puffy pulled the baby boy away from his father and placed him back to his momma.

"Dad?" Puffy turned to her son, a curious look settled on her features. "Are they supposed to be this tired? I know birth is hard but-"

Puffy cut off her boy. "Everything (Y/n) is experiencing is normal bubs. They'll get their strength back in due time"

But that was nearly two months ago. You had suddenly grown weaker. Puffy couldn't find a reason nor could Ponk. The two of them checked you over and over yet still found no reason why you got so sick.

However your baby boy kept getting stronger. After you and Foolish were home and got back settled into a routine Jr quickly found comfort within his father's arms. Sweet thing was passed around between aunts, uncles, and grandparents but he would cry and scream towards everyone of them till he was back in your or Foolish's arms.

Though Jr seemed the sense that his momma was getting weaker. His glassy eyes would only stop when he found you.

Time seemed to work in Foolish's favor. He tried everything he could think of but nothing seemed to make you better. Till eventually just four months after Jr was born you started to finally get better.

So everything got better. You started to become yourself again and eventually the two of you had another child. A baby girl named Fin.

Jr was around a year and a half when his sister was born and the boy wouldn't stay still as he wanted to see you. Once everything was said and done Jr couldn't wait to see his momma and sister.

His jumbled sentences calling for Foolish to let him see momma. "Calm down we're gonna see momma" papa's chuckles made Jr smile. Once finally in the room Jr cuddled up to you and asked to see Fin.

Finley was wrapped in Jr's old baby blanket and small fins poked out from her head and back. Tiny little scales littered parts of her skin and looked like freckles. She looked more like a shark than a totem, but she was very much still Foolish's daughter.

A familiar worry bubbled up in Foolish's stomach. Would you get sick again like you did after Jr's birth? Birth will always be hard, but maybe it was easier this time now that Finley was a second baby.

Sensing his worry you waved for your husband to come over. "I'll be okay love-" the sweetness in your voice could've made him cry, "But incase something happens promise me that you won't neglect the babies. They will need their father"

Foolish's kisses lingered longer than he intended. Your two children were now asleep in your arms, but Foolish still worried. Your smile, albeit rather tired, was still bright.

"Can I hold her?" the line brought a sense of nostalgia. A gentle smile rested on your face as you held your daughter out to your husband.

"Of course my love"

Rain fell in waves as your daughter slept against her father. He held an umbrella over himself and Jr. The little boy didn't understand what was going on but kept crying that mommy wouldn't be able to get up if they were in the dirt.

While somber Foolish didn't let his tears fall till well after his children's bed time. Finny was only 4 months old and Jr was almost 2 a widow in just a matter of months.

The atmosphere was somber as Puffy picked up her grandson and attempted to explain that mommy won't wake up again, but just gave up in the end. Silent tears would just run down the rams face.

Foolish wouldn't leave your grave for a while. His arms numb from holding his baby girl but she was still asleep; it was only her whimpers to the cold and rain did he think to finally return inside.

Once the children were down to sleep did Foolish finally let out a sob. Heart wrenching cries filled the living room as he poured his heart out to his hands. You had written a letter before you passed and he couldn't bring himself to read it, at least not now. Not after he had to bury you.

Memories meant everything to Foolish, and he didn't think that he could forget you any time soon. Though he could still see you from these memories and from your letter and he could still physically see you in your children.

Jr had your hair though it was much darker while Finny had your eyes. Beautiful (e/c) eyes always shined through the little girls iris'. He could see you in how Jr acted and the way he touched his sister; always so gentle just as you had taught him to be. Finny would always reach for the things she knew were yours.

It just brought him to tears however Foolish knew new memories would be made with you still in them. Your beautiful eyes and personality will always be present in your children.

After a few years, once he got a handle of caring for two children on his own, Foolish finally opened your letter. Elegant script was written on the page.

'My Dearest Foolish,

If you're reading this then I've died. Whether it be not long after I write this or after a long life I am still dead, though I have a feeling its the former. How have our children turned out? I don't know if Jr will understand and Finley will have no memory of me... Does Finny still have my eyes? Is Jr still gentle with Finny? I know little boys can be so rough..

But aside from such please know that I love you. If I held the choice I would've stayed longer, but I'm on my last life. Maybe Lady Death could give me a pass? Maybe I could come back and see my babies? Oh if I continue thinking like this I'm going to cry..

I love you more than anything in this universe and I love our children all the same. I know that some day you'll find another to love, maybe it'll be me reincarnated? Just.. don't dwell on my death too long, if not for me for our children. Jr and Finny deserve to see their father happy.

I do hope that the both of them know I love them very much.. I know memories mean everything to you so please make new ones with Jr and Finny. Let me live on through them.

Forever with love, your dearest (Y/n)'

Tears fell on the aged parchment. It had been weathered before, presumably from your tears, but new wrinkles formed. Foolish has new memories. Your children did keep you alive within them.

Finny's eyes, while hers, were still yours. Her eyes shown just as bright as yours once did. While Jr is as gentle as ever with his baby sister. Snowchester was a new home for them all when you died, but it now means so much to the babies.

Foolish covered his mouth as he leaned over the coffee table. He didn't notice the tiny feet padding towards him. Finley's small hands gripped at her fathers fore arm. Big (e/c) pools stared into him.

Acting as though he wasn't crying Foolish dried his eyes and picked up the little girl. "What are you doing here sweetheart?"

"I got cold" Finny mumbled to her father and curled into him. Her scales had turned a golden color after you had passed. It was a shame you couldn't have seen how pretty Finny turned out to be, even at 5.

"Where's bubbas then?" evening out his tone Foolish sat back with Finny. The snow outside had started back up again to add a new layer to the landscape.

"Bubba is playing with Michael still. Mr. Tubbo and Mr. Ranboo asked if I wanted to come inside, but I wanted to play with you" Finny looked up at Foolish. She was tired and wanted a nap so she cuddled further into her father.

"Well you look pretty tired, sweets, how about we just go to sleep?" Finny shook her head no and stared at the open letter.

"Why were you crying daddy?" Finny's voice was quiet. Almost like she wasn't supposed to ask the question.

"Well... I was remembering mommy and reading a letter she gave me.." squeezing his girl, Foolish rested his head on hers. Jr nor Finny had ever really asked about their mother.

"What was mommy like? Mr. Ranboo says she was really nice before she went to sleep for a long time.." Finny played with the ends of her hair as she spoke to her father. Memories of you flooded his mind. The most prominent thing was how loving you were. You gave up all 3 of your lives for people you cared for.

"Well.. mommy loved you and bubbas very much. She loved a lot of people. Mommy was also very kind and helpful.. She would do anything to make sure people were happy-"

"Do I look like Mommy?" Finley gazed at her hands. The golden freckles that glittered her skin were something she had seen on no one else.

"You look a lot like mommy, Finny" Foolish lied through his teeth. She had your eyes but looked very similar to him over all. But if his little girl is happy then what of it?

Seemingly satisfied with her prodding Finny became silent again, and soon enough her little snores alerted Foolish to the fact that she was asleep.

I don't think I'll ever forget you (Y/n), but Finny sure won't let me try

[d3lphiro]

☀︎︎The Rise and Fall☽

c!Wilbur x gn!reader

Song mentioned- Soldier,Poet, King by The Oh Hellos

Warning ⚠️ SBI dynamic, mentions of violence, some rough language

Current- Next

From the very beginning you have been in their history, from the moment L’Manburg was created till the very moment it was destroyed. Those who are new don’t yet know your story but those who do either idolize you are hate you. This is your story...

One day you were lounging around reading a bookshelf you got a knock on your door. As you weren’t expecting visitors you were very curious. You cautiously opens the door to find Tommy. You had always had a soft spot for the young child and his bestfriend, thus you allowed him to enter your home.

“Y/N, will you come help us?” He asked rather shyly for once “Help? With what?” You asked confused, as you stay away from others. “Me and some others have tried to start a new nation, L’Manburg, but Dream has waged a war on us, he and the rest of them are constantly trying to kill us, I had to go alone to get you, please come help us!” He explained desperately.

Having simpathy for the child you agreed, packing up your best weapons and armor and some extra food in case any of them needed some. With that the two of you went off into the night back to L’Manburg, where your destiny awaits.

What Tommy didn’t tell you was that his older brother would be involved. You had met Wilbur once before when he first started the drug caravan, though that would be a story for another day.

Once the other notice you are there Tubbo runs up to you and hugs you. “Y/N I missed you so much, I can’t believe you’re here to help!” You chucked softly and hugged him back, “Of course I would help my favorite boys.” After a moment of hugging Tubbo you looked up, “Hello Wilbur, it’s nice to see you again.” He walked up to you took your hand and brought it up to his lips.

“It is lovely to see you again Y/N.” You became slightly flustered and tried to play it cool. “So what exactly is going on, Tommy only briefly explained it, Dreams trynna kill you all?” You asked looking Wilbur in the eye. As if a light bulb went off he began to explain the story. Of how the drug caravan evolved into L’Manburg.

The part that threw you off the most was when Wilbur said they won’t fight with weapons and won’t wear armor. He claimed that being diplomatic would be better than violent. “But you are going up against Dream, that’s not gonna work as well as you think Wilbur.” You explained to him how Dream and the others will have top of the armor and weapons. Wilbur only argued back and said none of us will fight with weapons and definitely no armor. You both argued enough that Wilbur agreed to only wear the armor when you all fight Dream.

When you all walked out of the caravan in your new outfits you could see Dream and Sapnap on top of the walls. “Hello gentlemen, do you like the view of our nation?” Wilbur yelled up to them. “I thought this was a trailer park.” Dream had replied back causing you to let out a small huff. Wilbur yelled back, “We will meet you on the filed on our own terms!” “YEAH!” Tommy randomly yelled causing you to chuckle at the young boy.

You all geared up and began to walk to the meeting spot. Tommy began to talk to Dream and the others. You looked around noticing Sapnap making towards the ground and not at one of you. “Everyone get back! Now!” You yelled while distancing your self. When he fired tbt began to go off of where you all were just standing.

You all ran into another building while getting shot at, Tubbo had managed to get a hit in Punz before running inside. You shot a fire hitting Dream in the shoulder, then ran inside because they all shot at you at the same time. You stood back trying not to get hit from inside, watching as Wilbur did his best to help his men, although he was at a disadvantage against Dream, he still did his best.

You couldn’t help but to admire him, his optimism of this battle and how hard he is working to make sure his men are okay, warmed you heart. Wilbur than ran out to be a distraction while the rest of you shot at Dream and the others, you managed to get 2 hits on Dream and one on Sapnap.

“RETREAT!” Dream yelled out while they all ran to Ponks tower. You all ran to Punz’s tower and shot at them, causing Dream to retreat once more. Eret had led you all back into L’Manburg, but something felt off to you. He claimed it was a secret weapon that he had been working on. You looked at Wilbur confused just to see he also had no idea about it.

You all followed him into the room title, The Final Contorl Room. There was a button on the floor which was very suspicious to you. Eret than hit the button and arrows shot out you quickly ran over to Wilbur to help him get out as he was the furthest in the back, everyone ran out as quickly as they could. “TRAITOR!” “Down with the revolution boys, it was never meant to be.” Eret said with a smirk on his face.

“Eret listen to me and I mean this in the nicest way possible. You fucked up.” Tommy said in a chilling voice. “Farewell Gentlemen.” Eret said leaving you all to join Dream and the others. You all ran back to the caravan, Wilbur went out to go speak to Dream the next morning.

When Wilbur came back with Dream he stated the dream had given us an ultimatum. “Gentlemen I want you to stand along side me here, Independent or death, if we get no revolution then we want nothing, we would rather die, then give into you and join your smp, Dream, you can blow up one piece of TNT in our door all you want it means nothing to us.” Dream then lit the tbt on fire and Wilbur told us to back up and to not let it hurt us.

When it exploded, more tnt had gone off under us. We all ran inside the half blown up caravan and hid in Tommy’s hidden bunker. The 4 of you decided to stay there for the night. The boys were becoming restless so you grabbed Wilburs guitar that was conveniently in the room, and begun to sing. Looking at Tommy first.

“There will come a soldier

Who carries a mighty sword

He will tear your city down, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord

Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord

He will tear your city down, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord”

You then turned to look at Wilbur looking into his eyes while you sang the words,

“There will come a poet

Whose weapon is His word

He will slay you with His tongue, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord

Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord

He will slay you with His tongue, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord”

And finally you looked at Tubbo,

“There will come a ruler

Whose brow is laid in thorn

Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord

Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord

Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord

Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord

He will tear your city down, oh lei-oh lai... oh”

The two you see the boys looked tired so you kept strumming softly while humming the rest of the song. Eventually the three younger boys feel asleep leaving you and Wilbur to be awake.

You looked at him only to find he was already looking at you, he walked over to you and sat next to you taking the guitar in his on hands and setting it aside. “Thank you for helping us, really, I know you like your solitude, if you want, when this is all over, you can go back as if nothing happened.” You chucked, “I don’t think that is an option for me anymore, I always loved those two boys, and I promised to protect them as best as I can, I have a bad feeling that something will happen to this, our war isn’t over Wilbur, and I’m scared for the both of them, they are to young to be dealing with everything on their own. Fundy can hold himself but he still needs someone there for him as well.”

Wilbur took your hands and pulled them around him, forcing you into a hug. Your head in his chest arms wrapped around his middle, his own arms wrapped around you. He used one hand to lift up your chin and leaned closer he looked at your lips than into your eyes, you closed the remaining gap between the two of you moving your arms up to his neck, he kept one hand on your cheek while the other laid on your hip. Eventually the two of you separated, you laid your head back on his chest, he laid back so the both of you were laying down his arms wrapped around you rubbing circles on your back.

“I promise I won’t let anything happen to those two boys, for as long as I can help it.” That was the last thing you heard before you fell asleep in his embrace that night.

You woke up hearing snickering causing you to snuggle into your pillow, until you felt it vibrate. Causing you to shoot up, looking around you realized you spent the night laying on wilbur and the others had seen it, you flushed and looked away from everyone causing them to laugh.

We all left the room, Wilbur sticking close to you more so than ever to ensure that you don’t get hurt. You all meet up with Dream and negotiated having a duel between him and Tommy. They met on the wooden path, got their bows ready stood back to back, each step was counted by Wilbur until they hit 10, “10 paces, fire!” The two shot at each other until Dream managed to hit Tommy, you felt you heart sink as you realized this meant that you lost the independence the boys wanted.

That is until Tommy went to speak to Dream. “I secured our independence Will, I gave him the disk.” You all begun to celebrate and Wilbur wrote out the continuation of the Declaration of Independance. Once he was done you pulled him into a kiss causing the other boys to freak out. When the two of you pulled away you kept eachother close.

This is only the beginning of your story it is far from over, on to a new day, a new plot.

This is only part one! But thank you all so much for taking the time to read this! I have more plans for this in the future and plan on making it about a 4 part story though I may make it more, you will have to wait and see.

[angel-anoetic]

heyyoo 🐌 anon here and i have come with another ponk request bc i love ponk and ur like the only person i know that writes for him also just so u know ur gonna be getting alot ponk requests from me so 👍. so ponk is building his hobbit hole but he didnt tell reader(gn)so reader is looking everywhere for him and one day reader sees ponk stealing from eret and reader just rUNS towards him and just like barrels into him and make him and reader fall down and then reader asks him where hes been and then ponk tells them and then they live happily ever after or whatever u feel like doing bc i dont really know what to do for the last part. but u better be drink and eating or else i will physically fight u also make sure ur taking ur meds if u take any also take care of urself :) <3

hihi 🐌 we need more ponk stories! no one writes for him and he's one of the best to write for so thank you! everyone listen to anon- drink your water, eat your food, sleep, and know we are proud of you <3

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c!Ponk x gn! reader - Miss You

genre: /rom, fluff

warnings: none!

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Ponk had never gone so long without stopping by. He always made sure that you knew where he was, as he understood that you got worried about those you cared about.

It had been three days since you had last seen him. The bed where you both slept was empty as you found yourself on the patio most hours in the hopes that he'd show up.

You asked Foolish, who hadn't seen him since the completion of the Supreme fridge. Sam hadn't seen him since the incident. No one could tell you where Ponk had run off to.

He wouldn't leave you out of the blue. He wouldn't go on some adventure without you. So where could he be?

Ponk on the other hand didn't see the big issue. He had been away working on his hobbit-hole, only coming near the main part of the SMP when he was in desperate need of materials.

He assumed you'd just find the note he left you before he left. Well, the note he thought he left.

About two weeks after constantly searching for them, you seemingly gave up and carried on with life, hoping he would eventually show up.

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Walking through the SMP on days like today always calming for you. You had visited Niki and Puffy, then stayed in the Community House for a little to enjoy some reading.

You made your way through Eret's castle when you heard some rustling from one of Eret's storage rooms. Eret wasn't home, they were currently in Snowchester on business.

You inched your way to the door, peeking around the corner. Someone was definitely going through the chests, muttering to themselves.

You took a better look and gasped at the person standing before you.

"Ponk!"

"Huh-" He looked up before being dragged down to the floor as you ran to hug him, the force too much for either of you to handle.

"Y/n! How have you been baby?" He smiled up at you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into him.

"How do you think?! You don't tell me where you've run off to then disappear for two and half weeks! I have been worried sick and I missed you so much." You buried your face into the crook of their neck, taking in what you had desperately missed for so long.

"You didn't get the note I left?"

"Obviously not my love." You laughed.

"Oh, well then I apologize. But if it helps, I want you to see what I've been working on!"

He helped you off the ground and you were off to his project. You could hardly believe that all this time he hadn't been that far from you.

"Never leave me for that long again dummy, please."

He grabbed your hand and kissed it softly. "Never, I promise."

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[angel-anoetic]

heyoo! i was wondering if u could do something with ponk (romantically) where reader (gn) helps him build the supreme fridge but reader falls while being semi-high in the air and kinda hurts their ankle and ponk helps em' also if it could be super fluffy and sweet that would be nice also pls eat or drink today and pls get enough sleep also can i be 🐌 anon if its not too much trouble

hello 🐌 anon!! finally some ponk action, i recently found there is NOTHING romantic for ponk at all :( thank you, i hope you are also sleeping/eating right, everyone listen to anon!! enjoy !!

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c!Ponk x gn!Reader - Helping Hand

genre: /rom, fluffy, c!Ponk

warnings: none! (let me know if i missed something)

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The last few days had been really something for you and Ponk. He had begun to work on the Supreme fridge for Foolish, something he had to do after losing a bet.

"Ponk please let me help more! I hate just waiting around Foolish's house while you work on this thing." You squeezed his hand softly. Convincing him to let you do anything besides sit around and wander through Foolish's abode.

"I just don't want you to get hurt darling. What if you fall? Then what?"

"You act like I don't have feather falling on netherite armor." You laughed.

Ponk gave you a smile and a side glance before rolling his eyes. "Fine," he groaned, "but if you get hurt I don't want to hear it."

You cheered, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He hoisted you up into his back, piggy-backing you all the way to the construction site.

"Alright, so right now I have to work on the 'S' part..." He began towering up, you following closely behind him as he explained what you two would have to finish today in order to be done in time.

You and Ponk did work...for like an hour. Then you found yourself bored and burning up against the hot desert sun.

"Pooonk", you whined, "I'm tired. Are we almost done?"

"Love, we just started." You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and leaned against him as he made some minor touches to the area he was working on.

"I know, but I'm already bored. There's so much left to do and it's hot."

He hummed, not really listening to your words.

"Let's dance."

This caught his attention. "What?" He quirked an eyebrow.

"You heard me! Let's dance, c'mon, it'll be fun!" You smiled.

"Y/N, it's dangerous."

"You're so protective! Let's live just a little bit while we work. I promise I'll leave you to it as soon as you dance with me."

Ponk smiled, looking at the work that had yet to be completed. "Give me, like, ten minutes. Then I promise we can dance as much as you'd like."

You pouted but began to walk away anyways.

Until you missed a block.

"Shit!" Then you found yourself falling to the ground, not as fast as one might expect thanks to the feather falling on your boots, but nonetheless falling a good way up the build.

You hit the ground with a thud, landing on some sand that somewhat dampened the fall.

"Y/N! Crap I knew this was gonna happen!" He water bucketed his way down the build and over to where you sat laughing to yourself.

"This isn't funny! You could've died!" He shouted, making you laugh harder.

"I am fine Ponk!" You tried to stand but were met with a sharp pain in your ankle. Ponk rushed over and kneeled to your side and helped you up and over to a nearby bench.

"Let me see." He grabbed your foot carefully and started examining it. "I think you strained it...but it doesn't look too bad."

"Aww, doctor Ponk, what do you recommend? Does this mean no dancing later?" You smiled.

"Afraid so, but this does mean that we can stay home and cuddle!"

You both laughed. Looks like it was going to be a night in for the both of you. But you wouldn't have it any other way.

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[aike-pandas]

How is dating...? Pt 5!

*Friendly reminder this is with their Minecraft personas! I don't write about CCs.

Note: No pronouns used. GN reader.

Read rules before requesting~°♪

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“Foolish”

☀️ So, another sweet bimbo bf.

☀️ He definitely calls you “Sunshine” or anything time-related thing.

☀️ He says “I love you” constantly, both verbal and with little things just like Wilbur; Tapping your shoulder or arm.

☀️ Big cuddle fan. That's it.

☀️ If something happens to you, oh dear he acts like a worried mother.

☀️ He charges you anytime he can. You're just so little to him! He needs to serve you.

☀️ Big boy knows how to cook. And this simp won't let you do all the cookings.

☀️ Flirty x Teasing = Him. I feel bad for you lmao.

☀️ Definitely showed you off with Sam and Ponk.

☀️ You definitely asked him once if he was dating those two as well.

☀️ His way of protecting you from others; grab you from your waist and took you away.

☀️ He loves clinging onto your chest to fall asleep.

☀️ Flirt with him and this man goes both super excited and super red.

☀️ Once he saw you interacting with his children he loose it. The man was giggling the whole time, he just loved the sight.

☀️ He did completely loose it the first time he heard you say “I love you” though.

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*Yeah, this is all I could think about C!Foolish that made sense and still had his personality. Extra fact; He totally made a twerk competition with you like he did once with Ranboo lmao.

[thesunicarusfellfor]

My beloved! I do not know if you watched the recent lore stream ( if you haven't please! Watch it before answering my ask! ) I was wondering if you could do something with eret and foolish where instead of foolish dying it's the reader? And the reader is on her last life after she died from badboyhalo? Just some angst ( please I wanna cry out my feelings after this stream omg- and plus your my favorite writer so yea :p)

Have an amazing day! <3

-Moosh

BELOVED! EEEEEEE I'VE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE ERET FOR SOOOOO LOOOOONG YOU HAVE NO IDEA. I'm just going to make it an Eret x Reader because I don't know Foolish's character too well if that's okay?

(ALso, you will make me cry from all these compliments, please ;^;)

I actually am adding onto this because I want to make a hybrid reader for once, hope you don't mind! ^^

SPOILERS FOR THE RED BANQUET AND MULTIPLE PRONOUNS USED FOR ERET

My Monarch (C!Eret x GN!Butterfly Hyrbid!Reader)

You giggled softly, your beautiful paper-thin wings flitting behind you as you hopped around Eret's room while he got his newly tailored red cloak chained together, "My goodness, monarch, you're going to waste up all your energy before the party even begins!" He laughed at your reddened cheeks while he put his crown on top of his neatly styled hair, putting his sunglasses on shortly after, "How do I look?"

"Like a true queen!" You chirped, adjusting your outfit in the mirror beside your lover before frowning and taking the glasses away from her, "Ah, ah, nope. If I'm having my wings out of my cloak, you aren't wearing your sunglasses, darling, we've been over this."

The royal huffed and gave a small pout but didn't argue much on the matter, as they did, in fact, practically beg you to keep your wings out for display for the banquet. With a small chuckle, they reached over and picked up your crown that was decorated with rainbows of jewels, placing it on your styled (h/l) (h/c) hair, being mindful of your antennae, "There... There's my monarch."

You blushed slightly at the nickname and gave a small giggle as you took his hand, "Come on, let's get going, Bad will get impatient if we're late." Eret gave a nod with a smile, leading you towards the door and out of his castle.

The two of you were happily chatting with each other as you travelled to the stairway that led underground, happily saying hellos to your 'mama' Puffy, who gave you typical motherly affection, ie: smooshing your cheeks as she gave you a light headbutt while calling you every motherly compliment in the book, and anyone else that was also invited to the Banquet. When you arrived, you took a sharp breath as you saw the room filled with red vines crawling and writhing everywhere, it sickened you... But, this was about Bad apologizing, and you supposed that you could put your discomfort off to the side for just a little bit.

Eret, being the gentleman she was, pulled out your chair for you and gestured for you to sit down, smiling softly as you gave her a kiss on the cheek and sat down in the chair. She pushed you in and sat in the chair to your left, Puffy on your right, gently taking your hand once she was tucked into the table.

You were so anxious that you could barely focus on the speech Bad was giving, until your ears and antennae picked up the sound and scent of running lava which successfully shook you out of your thoughts, but before you could mention anything to Eret, you heard a chuckle.

"Now, prepare to die."

There was a chorus of gasps that tore from everyone's mouths as the sound of lava got louder. You lifted your head from staring at the red soup in the bowl in front of you and looked around in horror as you saw lava blocking the exits. You felt Eret tighten their grip on your hand, but by then your heart was already racing in fear and your wings were shifting around nervously.

"Oh my god!"

"We've been walled in!"

"After all that?!"

Bad tossed his empty glass bottle to the side, causing it to shatter on the ground below and get greedily grabbed at by the red vines, "Well uh, that's right."

"Bad, what about turning over this leaf?!" Captain Puffy snapped, slamming her mostly empty bottle of water down on the table as she stood up.

The nine-foot-tall demon seemed to nonchalantly brush off her outburst and shook his head lamely, "No, the leaf is staying the way it is." He sat up properly in his chair and rested his elbows on the warped wooden table to hold his chin in his hands.

"Is... There any way out?" You asked aloud, quickly spinning around, looking for any gap that you could possibly fly through. Eret quickly wrapped his arm around you, his white eyes wide with slight hints of fear that he was used to hiding with his glasses.

"No! There's literally no way out!" Fundy cried out, restlessly shuffling and running around, trying to find anything everyone could use to escape.

HBomb gave a small shriek of pain as he burned his hand on the lava, "It is real lava! It is real lava!" He gasped out as Puffy quickly made him shove his hand into the bowl of beat soup. Bad calmly walked over and gave him a glimmering gold apple with a sickly sweet smile.

"You should try not to die yet, HBomb." He chuckled softly as he returned to his seat once the man eagerly bit into the potion soaked fruit, desperate to get rid of the burning sensation.

Puffy took a few deep breaths and held out her arms, trying to get everyone to stop freaking out completely, "We're fine, we're fine, we're fine! I- I didn't trust you, Bad, I didn't trust you at all. I didn't trust Antfrost. I knew! I knew something was up, it's unfortunate to say I can't trust either one of you... Because... I planned this..."

She eagerly ripped off the red silken table cloth to reveal a chest buried in the table, spilling drinks and soup everywhere for the vines to eagerly writhe towards, "Oh?! What?!" Bad gasped, his mouth parting in shock... Before it fell bad into a devious smile as Puffy gave a cry of confusion, finding the chest completely empty, "Oh? Were you... Looking for this, perchance?"

Bad equipped diamond enchanted armour and held up an enchanted diamond sword that glimmered in the light of the lava, Ant, Ponk... And Hannah... Doing the same, "Sorry Puffy. I had to do it..." Hannah Rose walked over and sat in the empty seat on Bad's left.

"Do... What, Hannah? Why?!" The Ram hybrid whispered in horror.

"I had to tell them." She responded simply, blinking a few times as her eyes went from a forest coloured green to redder than the colour of the egg's vines slithering around your ankles, "The egg..."

Biting back a sob, you looked at Hannah, "You were with them the whole time...?"

Sam stood completely still, looking at the girl sadly, "You... Told them, Hannah?" The warden murmured.

"I had to." She glanced at Bad with a small grin before looking back at her former friends, including you, "It was the only way."

"I'm sorry," Bad started, sounding almost completely genuine, if it wasn't for the crooked smile he was wearing, "I'm sorry Sam, I'm sorry Puffy. But, time to get on to the main event!"

The creeper hybrid held up his hand, pointing one finger to the ceiling to silently tell the Eggpire to hold on for just a moment, "Well... That is, tragic, that you told them about our plans for the armour, but..." You could tell Sam grinned behind his mask as his green eyes gave a few sparks of smugness, "Something, you should know. I had another plan. Because I didn't trust you."

"...What do you mean 'another plan'?" Bad pointed his loaded crossbow at the warden, eyes narrowing into a glare.

"Well," He pulled a remote out of his pocket and scanned it in mock curiosity, "I think, that we all can agree, that this has gone on long enough now. I'm tired of all this fighting. So I say we just blow the egg up. For good, this time, with an amount of TNT that it can't survive... So I hid a trap..."

'Of course... The creeper hybrid is using TNT...' You thought with a small smile, trying to distract yourself from the heartstopping fear overwhelming your body at the moment as Bad stuttered in surprise.

"A trap?! Wait, what do you mean!?" the demon growled as Sam got up and walked slightly closer to the egg, digging his thumb into the button on the remote he held.

"We did something even you couldn't prepare for!" Puffy shouted as TNT began to rain out of a small gap in the ceiling.

Eret, worrying for your safety and how the sounds or smell of gunpowder would affect your hypersensitive senses, pulled you close and she wrapped you in her cloak. You desperately grasped at the fabric of her red dress as she covered your ears in an attempt to make the loud booms easier for your insect senses to handle.

By the time it stopped and Eret let you go, there were shocked gasps and the egg... Had... Turned to crying obsidian? "You guys-" Bad had to take a breath through his maniacal laughter to wipe a tear, "You really thought you could defeat the egg? With TNT? After Quackity tried that, we took proper... Preparations. And we made it so that we wouldn't have to worry about TNT anymore, thank you very much!"

"I think you mean precautions..." You murmured quietly, curling in on yourself and hiding behind Eret slightly when you saw soulless white eyes glare in your directions.

"Shut up, (Y/n)." He huffed, and Eret had to physically stop Puffy from storming over and fighting the man in diamond armour with her bare hands, "Now, would you all please kindly make your way over here... We can begin the summary executions."

Shock flooded through your veins at how eagerly Bad hopped out of his chair them walked over to where the Egg, the crying obsidian fading away, and standing on a platform. There was a chorus of shocked cries and just cries in general as Bad waved his crossbow around, "What about the speeches man?!" Fundy growled, glaring at Bad as he tried to get you all to leave the table.

"Oh, that was all just to lull you into a false sense of security!" He responded with another crooked smile and a 'duh' tone, "You see, the egg needs something, and it's gonna get it from each of you. See, in order for the egg to hatch, it needs energy, and it gets that energy from people dying near it! And that's the role that you guys are gonna fill! We are gonna kill you one by one..."

"You're a monster..." Eret mumbled under their breath, holding your hand tightly, able to feel your racing heart from the pulse in your wrist. This had gone on long enough, sure, destroying everything on the server was one thing, but threatening not only their life, not only their friends' lives, but their lover's life as well! You only had two more before you were gone from this world forever... And by whatever gods were listening, they swore that they were going to protect those final two, even at the risk of their own life.

Bad turned his head, his twisted smile faltering slightly, "What was that, Eret? What did you say?" He leaned closer mockingly, to see if Eret really had the guts to repeat what was just said.

"You're an absolute monster," Eret repeated with a slight growl to his voice this time, taking a step closer to the corrupted man as a threat and also effectively blocking you from Bad's gaze, "How could you? We all trusted you, Bad."

"Trust?!" Ant spoke up for the first time that night, grinning almost like a Cheshire cat, "Okay, Eret... Keep talking. Keep talking about trust."

Sucking a breath through your gritted teeth, you cringed as Ant retorted with a verbal dagger, one he knew would hurt Eret deeply, and hurt her it did, "That was a long time ago!" You snapped immediately, stepping forwards to defend her which definitely caught everyone off guard. You were NOT about to let some egg puppets trash talk your lover, "She's changed!"

"You know what..." Bad hummed, almost comically tapping his finger to his lip before pointing at Eret, "I think, Eret, you would be a perfect person... To sacrifice first!"

Giving a cry of horror, you felt the red vines react to Bad's words and grab you and Eret, successfully yanking you away from each other despite your cries and struggles of protests. The large vines picked Eret up and brought them to the execution platform that Bad was standing on. The entire time, you were trying to run over to grab them, but the vines kept creating a wall and pushing you back, "No! No, no, no!" You screamed desperately, trying to reach out to the crown-wearing lover that was now being held on the platform by the very vines that were holding you back.

"Does anyone have anything?!" Foolish cried, quickly patting his pockets and looking around for anything, anything at all, to use as a weapon.

"I- We have no weapons!"

"No one has anything?! We literally can't do anything about this!"

Bad only chuckled, seeming to find amusement in everyone's distress, "Excellent, excellent, I really appreciate you guys following the directive and not bringing any weapons. That's very courteous of you." He turned towards Eret with his readied crossbow, gleefully ignoring your cries.

"We trusted you!" You yelled, throwing a useless punch at the wall of vines that blocked your way again, everyone roaring at the Eggpire in agreement with your statement.

"Well that was your first mistake," He chided in almost a playful manner, "Did you really think we were just going to stop trying to spread the egg's influence over the server, just because a couple people got mad at the vines? Like, come on. That's been the objective all along. It's been to hatch the egg. The egg wants power, and it's gonna get it."

His finger lightly began tapping at the trigger of his crossbow that had the bolt pointing to your lover's head, which caused a sob to escape past your lips as you finally had enough and finally flew into the air, expertly weaving past the red vines that tried to grab you out of the air. Quickly, you swooped down and reached out for Eret, but you felt something fly past your ear... Then suddenly, the king gave a cry of his own and you felt your flying balance get thrown off, causing you to begin to plummet towards the ground.

The horrified shrieks of your lover, mother figure and your friends rang through your ears as you quickly plummeted towards the earth as a result of gravity, only to be suddenly halted in mid-air which caused your crown to fall to the ground, completely wrapped in vines that clearly didn't care how badly they were bending your wings. You whined in pain at the tight grip, and looked over at your beloved butterfly features, only to give a sob of pain as you saw a large tear had sliced through your right (f/c) wing... "You... You bastard..." You hissed at the demon who came over and reloaded another bolt into his crossbow.

"You know, I think I like your energy more than your lover's." He cupped your chin in an almost loving fashion, causing Eret to immediately lash out and begin barking insults as well as threats. Unfortunately, her violence was ignored as the vines picked her up again, "Your unwavering loyalty, your love, your fierceness despite how fragile you are..."

"Get your hands away from them!" Puffy yelled, she and Foolish going to run to help you, but they were blocked off by the vines in the same way you once were, "For fucks sake Bad! Leave my child alone! They were just defending Eret, you know, their lover?!"

Bad only hummed as the vines lamely tossed Eret to the crowd of people, but thankfully he was caught by Foolish and Sam instead of hitting the ground but his crown hit the ground close to yours, breaking most of the rainbow coloured gems off, "I'm quite aware of their relationship, thank you, Puffy." He stepped back and the vines threw you to the ground on the execution platform, causing you to bounce off the nether bricks harshly before finally rolling into the centre.

Your head was spinning and your sight was blurry, but you still managed to hear the screams of terror from your friends, the begging from Puffy for Bad to leave you alone, and the sobs leaving Eret's throat as they cried out for you, "Monarch... (Y/N)!" They screamed, trying to run to you as well, but unsurprisingly they were held back as well.

It... was funny... You wanted to go to this party so badly... You begged Eret to come to this party, you spent weeks picking out your outfit... You were so excited...

And now here you were... Flightless and beyond concussed...

About to die...

"I love you..." You managed to whisper to Eret before Ant rose his enchanted sword... Then quickly lowering it, piercing through your chest...

"(Y/N)! NO!"

(Y/n) (L/n) was slain by Antfrost. Lives 1/3

[angel-anoetic]

Hey! 🌿 here, fist thing, you are really gathering an audience now! I'm so proud of you for that. You definitely deserve it. Now for the request but, how about one with Punz were you guys weren't even friends it was just the benefits, and someone takes one if readers canon lives and Punz just /flips out/. Thank you again, you're doing amazing!

thank you so much 🌿 anon! i really can't believe how far i've come so fast. you were my first anon, and i am forever grateful for you trusting me with your requests!! enjoy the fic, i did imply it was kinda spicy, so i hope that is okay- enjoy!! <3

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c!Punz x gn!Reader - Heavy Minds

genre: /rom, feelings come to boil

warnings: reader death, implied violence, implied nsfw (nothing explicit)

masterlist <3

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You had never considered you and Punz to be friends. Quite frankly, neither did he. You and the merchant had met by chance one day when you and Karl needed some gold. You had tagged along, as you'd never met him before.

"Hey Punz! I was wondering if you could help me."

"Sure, Karl, what do you need?" Karl began to explain what he and the fiance's needed for their new establishment while you poked around the chests that sat in the tower. Then, you went up through the levels and explored what each had to offer.

You were going through a chest on the third floor when you felt a body behind you.

"Dude, Karl, this guy has a lot of shit."

"Yeah, well, this guy has a lot to do." He scoffed—crap, not Karl. You turned and were met with blue eyes as he stared you down.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to come off as bitchy or anything." You gave a small laugh that wasn't returned. He just stared at you, his face void of emotion.

"What are you doing anyway? Snooping around my stuff?" He moved you away from his chests with his body, rummaging through it to make sure nothing had been touched or taken.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, "Like I would ever want any of the crap in there." You could feel your emotions getting the better of you, but it was infuriating how he was talking to you like you were just an inconvenience to him.

Something about your tone must've ticked something in him because next, you knew, you were stood against the wall of Punz tower, his arms resting on either side of your head. You both stared each other down, both refusing to let down your guard. Finally, his eyes drifted from your eyes to your lips, licking his own as his hand moved from the wall towards your cheek, caressing it softly.

"Y/N!! We have to get going!" You were snapped back to reality by Karls voice calling from below.

You cleared your throat as Punz backed away from you. Later that night, you went back, and it just continued from there ever since.

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And that's all you both expected. You'd go over, or he'd sneak into El Rapids, then the next day, you both would carry on with your day like nothing had happened. Sure there were lingering stares, some late-night conversations, but nothing that could ever hold enough substance.

And that's what it was until today.

Sam had shown up at El Rapids at dawn and refused to leave without you, claiming that he had to discuss something of business. He didn't tell you that the businesses surrounded a claim that you had stolen valuable property from the prison.

The old unit where he had kept Ponk ( the day he lost his arm) was still standing, so that where you stood, in a box that Sam had locked you in without any weapons or armor.

"Sam, just let me go! Why would I steal from you, especially since it has to do with the prison!"

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but you know that I am going to need a confession or proof that you're not guilty."

You hit the glass of the box and groaned. "Do I look stupid enough to steal from you and the prison? Really Sam!"

"I don't know, but nonetheless, you might be stupid enough to do it."

You huffed and marched towards the bed that had been set up in the room.

By this time, a few people had started to gather a bit away from where you and Sam were. So not only was this aggravating, but now it was humiliating.

"Y/N, I need something. Now. Or...I'm going to have to do something neither of us wants to happen."

Punz stood watching as Sam talked to whoever was in the box. He walked over to Bad, who had been watching the whole thing unfold.

"What the fuck happened dude?"

"Language. Sam said that Y/N stole something or messed with the prison-I'm not really sure. But it doesn't look like they're getting off scot-free."

You turned back to Sam. "And what are you gonna do about it?"

"I tried to warn you. I'm sorry Y/N" There was a click of a button then a sudden opening in the ceiling.

"Sam, what is that?"

He remained silent. The heat in the room grew. The smell was one you recognized from years of mining, years of visiting the nether.

"Sam, no-no!" Your hands couldn't do enough damage to the windows. The walls that held you in were too strong for your bare hands. The lava hissed against the ground, mere inches from your feet.

"Sam!!" The tears fell fast, the lava inched closer at your skin. Some pops hit your bare skin, sizzling, making you scream out more.

Punz rushed over at the first screams. He looked at Sam, who stood stone-faced.

"Dude, what the fuck! Get them out of there!" He pushed Sam, who stepped back immediately.

"I can't. Until I have proof or a confession." Punz looked back at the box, tears starting to fill his eyes.

He ran to the glass, placing his hands against yours. "Look at me!"

His voice was muffled, but you could still understand him. "It hurts! It's so hot, Punz!" The first inches of lava hit your feet, making you let out a strained scream.

Punz turned back to Sam. "What proof do you need!?"

"Some stuff happened around prison three nights ago. If someone can vouch for them truthfully, I'll know I was wrong."

"I can!"

"How?" Sam scoffed.

"Because...because they were with me. They stayed the night at my place."

Sam looked confused. "Are you lying? Do you-" Another heart-wrenching scream pulled both your attention to the box?

One second you were there; the next, you were gone.

Punz's heart at that moment broke. An unworldly pain shot through his chest.

"You killed them."

"I took one life. They'll be back soon. And free now that you've vouched for them."

Punz didn't need snarky comments right now. He needed to let his pain be known. So he stood up and tackled Sam, knocking him to the ground.

"You son of a bitch! What the hell would you do that!" He threw one punch which Sam narrowly avoided, then another, which caught Sam at the perfect place.

The punches refused to stop. Everything was almost in slow motion for Punz. His fist hit Sam relentlessly. Sams mask was beginning to crack from the blows. He finally pushed Punz off of him.

Punz stood tall as he pulled his crossbow from behind him, pointing it directly at Sam.

"Don't!" Bad rushed over, pointing the weapon towards the sky as the arrow left the weapon.

"He needs to pay-"

"No!" Bad stood in front of Punz. "Stop. This solves nothing. What you can do is go find y/n. Make sure they're okay. They won't be here, more likely at El Rapids. Please, just go, before you end up in more trouble."

"Bad..." Bad's eyes said it all though. Punz knew he was right. Sam was groaning on the floor, desperately trying to hold his mask together.

"Thank you." Punz whispered to Bad before running off towards the direction of El Rapids.

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this one was kinda...long lmaoo, sry i haven't gotten punz requests for a bit

[angel-anoetic]

If I could, I would desperately love something (I don't care with angst or not) with s/o being Foolish's partner god/goddess. I just think that would be awesome

Thank you for your request! I have something similar to this, but this one will be more focused on the god/goddess aspect rather than grand nicknames. I hope you enjoy! <3

c!FoolishGamers x gn!Reader - Goddess Divine

Genre: Fluff, /rom

Warning: None!

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"When I first came here, I thought I was alone. No one was like me, knew the struggles of having power like mine. But then I found you." He looked down at you, his eyes shining in the setting sun's light. You smiled back, leaning your head against his shoulder as he held you close.

Life was beyond perfect. How could you ever ask for something better? You had found your person, you're soulmate, the one that you were destined to meet.

"When I got here, I was confused." Foolish listened intently, making sure you knew he was listening.

"I wasn't sure how people would treat me. You get cast out from your family yet are still allowed to keep your magic, you aren't used to how people will take to you. Those first months were hell, I only had Ponk. But then I met you." You smiled.

"I met you, and you showed me how to be a better god, a better divinity. I will never stop thanking you for that Foolish, for showing me a better life."

At first, Foolish had supported your decision to try and rid yourself, or at least suppress them to such a level they were hardly there. He hadn't been on board but he wanted to help you. There were sleepless nights, when your magic was so powerful it would leave your body in waves, causing flora to spawn all around, despite the hazardous conditions of Foolish's summer home.

He finally put his foot down when he woke up one morning and had dark purple flowers all through the kingdom.

"I know, but if you trust me enough, this cannot be how you live the rest of your life. You could hurt yourself."

And he had been right. So the day after that he began to help you work through the magic that filled your veins.

"Okay, now just breathe, focus it in one place, and let it gradually slip out. Don't overthink it."

And you hadn't. Flowers grew slowly, not in bunches either. They covered the kingdom in patterns rather than in spurts. When you opened your eyes, you yourself were in shock that you had done it.

"Foolish! It looks so beautiful!"

"I told you, my goddess divine."

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I might re-write this request...time will tell. <3