#eternalduo fanfic

[genevawrenn]

Before My Wild Eyes (When Will We Finally Breathe?)

For all your obedience, they’d given you a crown ; woven of thorns & piercing roots, bleeding you dry with each slight movement. You’d thanked them for it as beads of scarlet rolled front our temple to your jaw.

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Alternate ending for Dream SMP focused on Eret awakening her Herobrine abilities to save Foolish and herself from immanent demise, Foolish then reflecting on that choice on the shores of Quesadilla Island.

[writing-oof]

Single Parent Foolish Bits

(this technically takes place in the kidnapping support group universe but thats not really relevant lol)

"Oh, y-yeah."

He's fine. He's literally fine.

Un-ducking his head, Foolish flashes them an attempt at a smile, a try for awkward normalcy. He can feel it waver at the edges, the twisted gnarls of his own emotions and years of atrophy shaking any try for a polite kindness. It almost hurts, trying to spread his lips so unfamiliarly.

They smile back, theirs smooth and flawless and real in a way Foolish still hasn't figured out how to emulate. It's a little unnerving, that a perfect stranger might get that sort of smile; it makes it feel fake, even if he knows deep down that it's not.

"You're the new tenant, then?" they ask, their head tilting a bit as they spare a glance at his thrift-store suitcase and ragged backpack. "103, right?"

Foolish nods, his knuckles gripping the suitcase's handle just a little too tight. He makes his hand loosen, an active effort, and forces himself to meet their gaze.

They're still smiling, the kind of soft and warm thing that's usually reserved for people you give a shit about. "I'm Eret. My roommate and I are your neighbors in 102."

---

He hasn't actually met his roommates yet. He knows they exist, in the same way he knows he's not supposed to drive until he gets an official license.

He's aware if it, certainly, but it's not exactly pressing.

He knows they know he's here--it'd be hard not to with how loud Junior cries--

---

"Oh, I got you!" someone calls, his savior sticking their hand out to block the closing doors.

Foolish is quick to jump on the opportunity, wrangling the stroller up the step and into the bus before practically collapsing on the nearest seat.

"Thanks, dude," Foolish says once he's caught his breath a bit, nodding at the stranger because he's pretty sure that's what he's supposed to do.

He can't help but feel like a fish out of water with his heart thrumming in his throat, but the stranger just nods back politely, a soft smile curling their lips. It's hard to find the difference between the ever-present anxiety that comes with leaving the house and the usual raised heart rate of exertion, but Foolish finds himself settling down anyways.

"Long day?" the stranger asks, their smile turning knowing.

"Yeah," Foolish agrees, sighing back into the seat with a death grip on the stroller. "Long day."

[itshalza]

At My Side

Eternalduo (Eret and Foolish) origin story fanfic? Yes please!

- They/Them pronouns for Eret

- Loosely based on "Peace and Love on the Planet Earth" from Steven Universe

!! Content Warning: Nothing.

Summary: Foolish wakes up in the mortal realm, completely unaware of how it works. When he stumbles into Eret's kingdom, friendship ensues.

Foolish woke up under a canopy of trees. Dim beams of sunlight shone through the leaves of the tall oak trees. Birds chirped lightly in the trees. He blinked slightly, eyes adjusting to the lack of light. Then a figure covered his vision.

The totem shouted, scurrying backward until his back hit the trunk of a tree. Birds squeaked and flew from the tree. Foolish began speaking quickly. “Get away from me. Don’t come any closer. What the-”

He was cut off by a long:

Baaaaa

Foolish stopped speaking, the fear slowly leaving his eyes. “What are you?” He asked.

The creature let out another noise before beginning to munch on the grass.

“Can you at least tell me where I am?”

Baaaaa

“How did I get here? Why aren’t you saying anything?”

It looked up at him, not a thought behind its eyes.

Foolish raised an eyebrow before slowly standing up. “Fine then, keep your secrets.” He said spitefully. He hesitated and took cautious steps away from the beast. It didn’t react, so Foolish moved faster to get away.

It didn’t take him long to realize that this was not the realm he was used to. The Godly Realm was much, much brighter than this. And there wasn’t much grass, and this certainly wasn’t the temple he was used to.

“Oh Gods,” He muttered in annoyance. He was no longer in the Godly Realm after all… this is the mortal realm. He rubbed his furrowed brow, closing his eyes and sighing. He didn’t remember how he was put down here, but he knew it was probably a punishment for something.

He moved out of the forest and moved towards the only signs of civilization he could find. A large village was in the distance. Houses made of stone and wood encircled a large, grand structure, seemingly a castle, in the center of the village.

Foolish wandered around the streets, eyes on him. He was definitely out of place here. His golden skin stuck out like a sore thumb. These creatures were definitely different from him, and they knew that too.

He eventually made his way to a marketplace. The bustling environment was just busy enough to allow him to blend in. He stopped paying attention to where he was walking taking in the scenery around him. However, he quickly began paying attention again when he was collided with, falling backward onto the cobblestone street below.

“Oh, I am so sorry.” Their deep voice rang out, adjusting their cloak. They offered Foolish a hand. He pulled himself up, dusting off his attire.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” He said lightly. Foolish looked up, emerald eyes meeting… sunglasses. It was rather peculiar; through the sunglasses appeared to be a light, but it must have been a trick of the mind.

The stranger took in Foolish’s appearance before smirking slightly. “You’re not from around here, are you?” They said, almost knowingly.

Foolish hesitated for a moment. Why should he tell them anything? The two just met less than a minute ago. But he needed to figure out what was happening and why he found himself in the mortal realm. He laughed lightly. “Not exactly.” He rubbed the back of his neck lightly.

The stranger nodded slightly. “I think I understand.” They said. They looked around the crowd before adjusting the sunglasses. “Well, do you want to come with me? I might be able to help you figure out some things.” They suggested.

He opened his mouth, intending to refuse the offer. He had just met the mortal, how was he supposed to trust them? For all he knew this might just be a ruse to steal from him. Not that Foolish had any belongings to get stolen.

The totem looked around before sighing in defeat. He didn’t have many other options other than going with them. “Sure, that would be helpful.” he conceded.

The stranger offered the god their hand. He took it apprehensively as they began to weave through the crowd of townspeople. They moved toward the center of the village, toward the grand stone castle. Rainbow banners adorned the large, sturdy cobblestone walls surrounding the castle. There was a set of large wooden doors set in a stone archway. The place seemed fit for a king, something the cloaked stranger definitely wasn’t. But that didn’t stop them from their trajectory to the doors.

Foolish trailed behind, slowly getting more confused by their actions. “Are you sure you know where you’re going?” He questioned.

They let out a low chuckle. Shaking their head, the stranger replied. “I’m fairly certain.” The stranger looked back at him with a light smirk, mumbling something, but the words were lost among the noise of the crowd around them.

The totem followed hesitantly. They did not seem to stop their approach to the castle doors. Foolish waited for a moment or two for them to change their path, and of course, they didn’t waver. “See, the only reason I doubt that is because you seem to be heading right for the castle doors and-” he started before trailing off.

The two stopped at the large wooden doors. Foolish seemed dumbfounded as the stranger lowered the hood of their cloak. The guards gave a curt bow to them before opening the doors.

The King took a few steps into the castle grounds before turning back to the god. A smirk adorned their features. “So are you gonna come in or what?” They asked in a teasing manner.

Foolish cleared his throat, clamoring to regain his composure. “Yeah, of course.” He said quickly, moving to follow the seemingly unbothered king. He couldn’t believe that happened. He just completely embarrassed himself in front of the ruler of the town he found himself in. Surely they would find that disrespectful. “Your Highness, I am so sorry, I-” He started, trailing off when he heard them chuckle.

“There’s no need for the formalities.” They said with a wave of the hand. Foolish blinked a few times, trying to wrap his brain around this situation. “Especially because I believe that your title may supersede mine.” They said, giving a knowing look.

Foolish let out a sigh of relief. So they were aware of his godhood. That was relieving to know, but also terrifying. Were they planning something? What were they going to do with him? They didn’t seem to have any bad intentions, but who knows?

He didn’t get a chance to say anything in response, as a servant approached them with their crown. The ruler ran a hand through their curled locks. They rested the crown on their head while listening to the servant’s word. The crown sat gracefully on their dark hair; it looked like it truly belonged on the silhouette of their regal figure.

“I’m going to take my guest to my chambers. In the meantime, can you prepare a room for him?” They said to the girl. She gave a nod before giving a bow of respect before heading off down a hallway.

They took a deep breath before turning back to Foolish. “Sorry about that. I know your time is valuable.” They said before continuing their way through the halls of the castle. Foolish looked around, getting caught up in the architecture and art along the walls. The place looked perfect. There wasn’t a single thing out of place or a thing the god would have changed if he was the one who built the palace.

The ruler moved toward a door, opening it slowly. “We can talk more here. I don’t want any listening ears to hear. Rumors spread like wildfire.” They said. They held the door open for Foolish to enter.

He entered the room, looking around. The quarters were definitely grand compared to a normal bedroom, but Foolish would consider them humble compared to what he expected from a king’s chamber. Light seeped in from the sheer curtains. The king led him to a sofa toward the corner of the bedroom, taking the cloak off and draping it across the bed, revealing formalwear. They must have worn the cloak as a disguise to go into the marketplace.

“Your Highness, I-”

The king chuckled, shaking their head. “I told you not to call me that, but I never introduced myself, how stupid was that.” They said lightly. They sat on the chair across from Foolish. “Please, call me Eret.”

Foolish was suddenly aware of the fact that he had never introduced himself either. “Well, it’s nice to meet you Eret. My name is Foolish.” He said with a grin.

“So what’s the occasion that our little kingdom is being visited by a god like yourself?” They asked softly. They adjusted their position in the chair before chuckling. “If I would have known you were visiting, I would have cleaned up a bit.” They said jokingly.

“Cleaned up a bit? This place looks pristine.” Foolish mused. He looked around the room with an excited smile. “Also, I love the architecture, and did you see the chandelier in the entrance hall, it’s amazing.”

The king chuckled. “I have seen the chandelier.” They said lightly.

Eret seemed like a weight lifted off their shoulders. Their posture was no longer as straight as a board, and their shoulders were considerably less tense. It had been so long since they were able to be this informal with someone. Everywhere else they were the King, but in this room with Foolish, they were Eret once again. In fact, it had been so long since they heard someone use their first name.

“But I highly doubt you came here just to compliment our castle, though I do appreciate it.” They said. They absentmindedly fidgeted with a button on their shirt, listening intently.

Foolish chuckled nervously. “That’s the thing.” He said. He took a deep breath, looking around the room. “I don’t remember what happened. I remember being in the realm of the gods, and then I remember waking up in the woods.” He was being straightforward because that’s all he knew. There wasn’t much else to say. “There was a creature who looked like a cloud and ate grass and he was not very helpful in my search for answers.” He began recounting the events of his arrival.

Eret laughed genuinely, a sound they hadn’t heard in a long time. They clearly overestimated how much understanding Foolish would have of the mortal realm. “It sounds like you ran into a sheep.” They said with a grin.

“Well, this sheep was not very helpful.” He said spitefully. He sighed in annoyance, to Eret’s amusement. He continued, losing his anger toward the animal. “I left him in the woods and I started walking toward your city. It was the only thing I saw.” He said.

Eret nodded. “I’m just wondering why you got sent here of all places.” They said before their face paled slightly. “Not that I don’t enjoy your company, that’s not what I meant. I just mean that our small kingdom is hardly worthy of a visit from a god.” They rambled nervously.

“Eret calm down, dude. I’m not gonna smite you or anything.” Foolish joked, laughing. Eret laughed, nervousness still filling his voice.

Once the moment passed, Eret looked up at him, bright eyes peering at him through their sunglasses. “If you don’t mind me asking, what are you the god of?” They asked. The kingdom wasn’t exactly known for being religious or knowing much about the pantheon of gods. They were free to practice any religion, and there wasn’t much of an emphasis on it anyway.

Foolish thought of a way to phrase it. “The easiest way I can explain it is ‘Undying’. I help things last. Permanence and equilibrium. Saying ‘the god of life’ doesn’t do it justice, because life implies death, implies an end. That’s just not what I do.” He said, being careful with his words. He didn’t want to be misinterpreted. He didn’t want Eret to assume he was something he’s not.

Eret listened, taking in everything he said. They nodded. “Well, we are happy to have your presence.” They said, giving a slight bow of the head.

“No, you don’t have to do that stuff. The bowing and formalities. I was never one for being worshipped. Just consider me a friend.” He said, a smile forming across his face.

They smiled slightly in response. “Of course.” They said. They leaned back in the chair, brushing a few loose curls from their eyes. “Although we will have to introduce you to the people. The whole marketplace saw you. I wouldn’t want any rumors to start to spread about your intentions. The last thing we need is an angry mob.” They said, furrowing their brow slightly as they thought.

“Oh well, that’s no problem. I can just go out and talk to them, I’ve always been a people person. I-” Foolish started, a grin on his face before Eret stopped him.

“No, no, no that won’t do.” They said, shaking their head. “I know you don’t like the formalities but I feel like your arrival warrants a bit more than a trip to the market.”

“So you’re gonna throw me a party?” He asked, growing excited.

“You could say that. A little bit more formal than that. I can have the tailor make you a formal outfit and I can have a banquet planned for the end of the week if you wish.” They said.

“What’s a banquet?”

Eret sighed, a soft smile appearing across their face. “A fancy word for a party.”

Foolish grinned. “I’m in.”

The next few days were filled with making preparations for the introductory banquet and getting used to the mortal realm. Foolish didn’t seem to have any of the powers he displayed in the realm of the gods, but he was hoping they would come back in time. What’s the point of a party if he couldn’t do his best party trick: summoning lightning?

He was still getting used to the kingdom. It was cold compared to the weather he was used to in his desert domain in the godly realm, but he was growing accustomed to it. He was also exploring the different options of food the castle could provide. He was a god, therefore he didn’t have to eat mortal food, but that didn’t mean it didn’t taste good.

Eret was helping Foolish adjust to his new situation. When they weren’t in meetings or busy preparing for the banquet, they would be introducing Foolish to concepts of the mortal realm. It didn’t always go well. They had to drag the disgruntled god from the royal stables when he began to give a sheep a piece of his mind, assuming it was the same unhelpful sheep he met on his first day.

But most of the time it went well. Seeing Foolish have a lack of understanding of basic concepts was quite funny, but Eret displayed nothing but overwhelming patience.

Eret was working hard to make the banquet a success. They didn’t just consider Foolish a royal asset like they believed he would be at their first meeting. They were growing to consider him a friend. And if the gods allowed it, they were going to throw their new friend the best banquet he could ever want.

Indeed, it was the best banquet he could ever want, because Foolish had no idea what to expect, and he had nothing to base his expectations on. When he walked into the ballroom, he was amazed. It was his first time in the room, and he was amazed by the architecture of the room. When he spent time building his own grand structures in his realm, he always struggled with the interior the most, so seeing such a magnificent design inspired awe.

Eret was busy getting any last-minute preparations in order when they noticed Foolish walk into the room. They finished up their conversation before heading in his direction.

“I hate to break it to you, Foolish, but you have your bow tie on upside down.”

Foolish broke his attention from the light fixture to his outfit. The tailor did a wonderful job on the suit, Foolish just had trouble putting the ensemble on correctly.

“Is it really that big of a deal?”

Eret laughed. “I suppose not.” They said. “It gives character.”

Foolish chuckled before giving a confused look. “Is that a good thing?”

“I’d say so.”

“Well, I’d say thanks.”

Eret raised an eyebrow at the weird wording of his reply before brushing it off. “Anyway the guests are expected to come any minute now. I’m probably just going to say a few words of an introduction and explanation, and you can say something if you want. No pressure or anything. Then it’ll just be kind of a mingling kind of situation.” They explained.

Foolish nodded slightly. “Rodger dodger.” He acknowledged.

It didn’t take long for the guests to start filing into the ballroom, chatting in hushed excitement over the expected announcement. They had all heard about the stranger with golden skin who wandered the marketplace, and no matter what kind of rumor they heard, they were excited to finally figure out the truth.

The king eventually stood up from their seat at the head table, smoothing out their semi-formal gown instinctively. They tapped their silverware against the champagne glass, the soft clinks enough to mostly quiet the crowd of guests.

“So by now, I’m assuming you’ve noticed the elephant in the room? Or should I say god in the room?”

Half the crowd responded with laughter, while the other gave gasps of surprise.

“Yes. Our small kingdom is being visited by a god for reasons unknown to myself, or himself for that matter. Foolish, the god of the undying, finds himself in the mortal realm for reasons he cannot remember, but I think it’s only right that we welcome him with open arms.”

The room started chattering, but Eret was quick to calm their concerns.

“I’m inviting him in as a friend, nothing like what you’re thinking, I can assure you of that. Over the past few days, I have been shown nothing but kindness from Foolish and I’d expect nothing less from him to you all.”

Foolish, seated at Eret’s right side, stood up. “Yeah, I’m not exactly into the whole ‘worshipping thing.’ I was thrown here by chance and I’m just here to help out... I think. I mean, I really don’t know what I was put down here for, but I’m gonna help regardless. I didn’t expect anything coming in here, but I’ve received a great friendship from your king and I’m hoping I can make even more friends and prove I’m here to help.” He said sincerely. He spoke informally at the start but quickly remembered the situation he was in. He began acting more proper, but it was clearly unnatural.

The room chuckled at his words.

Eret smiled, knowing that the words of kindness were probably the only genuine ones they had received in a long time. “I couldn’t have phrased it better myself.” They took a deep breath, gesturing to Foolish that he could return to his seat if he wanted. “So I arranged this banquet as a meet and greet situation. That way you all could get to know him better throughout the night. So enjoy yourselves.” They said before sitting back in their seat as well.

The meal went well, and the mingling was going even better. Foolish was a natural entertainer, and the people of the kingdom were loving him. Any fears in their minds dissipated, surely he had no bad intentions.

As the night began to a close, Foolish began to look for Eret. His main objective was to thank them, but he had a couple questions in mind as well. He eventually found them on the balcony. Their silhouette outlines by the moonlight as they leaned against the banister, gazing at the stars.

“Did I scare you off with my extremely charming personality?” Foolish mused with a toothy grin.

Eret chuckled lightly. “More like with your extremely inflated ego.” They retorted, but the smile on their face showed there was no seriousness behind his words.

Foolish laughed too, joining them along the banister.

They looked back out to the horizon. “It’s nothing you did; the parties have always gotten a little too overwhelming for me. Sometimes it’s just nice to take a break and get some fresh air.”

Foolish paused for a moment. “Yeah, I can’t relate.” He said bluntly. “Anyway, I have a couple of questions before you mortals make no sense to me.”

The royal laughed. “Go on.”

“What’s that noise I keep hearing?”

Eret looked back at him. “What do you mean?” He furrowed his brow slightly, assuming that this was a genuine problem.

Foolish, too, seemed confused. “You don’t hear it? It’s like-” he started before hesitantly humming the tune of the melody of the string quartet playing on the stage in the ballroom. “It’s fainter now, but I think it’s coming from those guys with the wooden weapons.”

Eret looked at Foolish, trying to read if he was joking. “You have to be kidding me.” They said lightheartedly.

Foolish only shook his head, his look only becoming more confused.

Eret covered their mouth, laughing the hardest they have in a long time. “Foolish that’s music. They’re playing the music on their instruments. Those aren’t weapons.”

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s music. It’s a form of art.”

“What’s the point?”

Eret slowly stopped laughing, realizing this would be harder to explain than he thought. He never really thought about it.

“It’s harmony and melody, two forces that are tugging at each other but ultimately work together to form the beauty you’re hearing..”

“But once it’s over, it’s gone. It’s forgotten.”

“But the emotions and memories it leaves behind aren’t.”

Foolish opened his mouth to say something, but stopped. He contemplated the other’s words for a moment. He was used to permanence, to constancy. Everything here in this realm was temporary, but it sure was beautiful.

In the moment, he wondered if his and Eret’s friendship would remain a constant. He hoped it would be.

He had no idea how quickly he would be proven wrong.

The silence was nice. It was comfortable. But it too wasn’t permanent.

“Thank you. For the banquet, and for everything before that too. If you hadn’t taken me in I’d probably still be harassing that sheep. It means a lot.” Foolish said. His eyes didn’t leave the horizon.

Eret slowly smiled. “I should be thanking you actually.” They said. They brushed a few curls from their eyes. “Our friendship has helped me more than you could ever know.”

They stared out to the horizon, both enjoying the quiet moment and wondering what would come next for them. The refrain of the quartet humming in their ears as they took in the fresh air.

Eret was the first one to break the silence. “I’ll help you get back to your realm, if that’s what you wish. But until you find your way, you’ll always have a place at my side.”

Foolish couldn’t help but smile, emerald eyes looking over at them. “And you have a place at mine.”

As the music faded away and the crowd dispersed, the pair’s friendship was set in stone.

This nice, tender moment would live in their minds forever.

Well… one of their minds at least

[oldflyingraven]

I’ve woken up alone so many times

The first time she dies is during the ritual of ascension. It’s not by her own choice. She was always fine being a mortal. But there she is, tied down on a pedestal while the masked figure stabs the sword laced with poison into her chest. Its agony like she’s never felt before. It steals away her voice. She dies in a puff of smoke and to the sound of low humming. 

She wakes up a demigod. Surrounded by dead people crumbled on the floor. Withered away by her power. Alone. Not a single soul alive in the room. Not a single soul alive in the realm. Except for her. 

The first time she dies as a demigod leaves her frozen in bed for days. Choked by the memories of her ascension she so desperately tries to forget. Killed by a fearful mortal who’d recognised her for what she is. They left her to bleed out on the floor. She died alone and she wakes up alone. 

Dying stays horrible for her. She forgets how many times it happens. Loses count when she’s around 50 years chronologically. A part of her hates how she doesn’t look a day older than the day she ascended. 

The first time she dies while knowing Totem she wakes up alone again. But for once she doesn’t stay alone. Her demigod friend shows up only seconds after she opens her eyes. He looks so calm, so casual. “Took you a while to respawn. I was worried about you.” he says. 

She opens her mouth to respond but only sobs come out. The paralysing fear clutching her chest once again. 

Totem’s face falls, and he quickly sits next to her and wraps his arm around her. “Hey! It’s okay! You’re okay. You’re safe. I’m here.” he says. It’s clear he didn’t expect this response. 

“Don’t leave me alone!” she sobs, clutching onto her friend. “Please-” 

They sit there for what feels like hours. It very well could be hours. Finally the tears dry up. It’s the quickest she’s ever calmed down after a death. It surprises her. “I’m sorry.” she says quietly. 

Totem runs a hand through her hair. “No need to apologise. I-” he pauses, weighing his words carefully. “I can’t imagine what you’ve been through if a simple death causes this.” he ends up saying. 

“I didn’t chose this. Becoming a demigod. My first death was when I ascended.” Eret says quietly. “I woke up alone surrounded by death.” 

She feels Totem’s gasp more than she hears it. He squeezes her tighter. “You won’t wake up alone anymore. I’ll make sure of that.” 

She finds it hard to believe, but the post respawn exhaustion and brain fog makes her nod anyway. “Promise?” she asks anyway.

“Promise.”

If you enjoyed this you can check out my bigger Eret AU on ao3! It’s called The Path to Redemption and it’s an alternate take on Eret’s redemption and his possible backstory!

[genevawrenn]

Blinded by Imperfect Form

✨#mcytficfight, c!Eret & c!Foolish_Gamers [Eternal Duo] ✨13.5k W.C. ✨c!Eret & c!Foolish_Gamers-centric ✨MCD & Graphic Descriptions & Canon Divergence ✨creature by Half Alive

Not expecting a person, Foolish holds up his hands after placing his sword back in storage, wondering why the hell these cultists had kidnapped a living being. The person was adorned in all the valuables the worshippers had, precious jewels hanging from various points on them, all colours of gems throughout. Hoping this person doesn’t scream for help, Foolish places his finger over his lips gesturing to them to stay quiet.

Those moon eyes narrowed as they glared at the intruder, before their shoulders dropped a small amount, giving in. A deep voice that would become his lullaby spoke quietly, gravelly from lack of use.

“Who are you?”

“My name is Foolish, I am here to stop the cult!”

The being proceeded to raise an eyebrow while staring at the demi-god, making him wonder why this brunette wasn’t ecstatic that someone friendly arrived and felt rather intimidated by their glare.

“Alright and how exactly do you plan to do that?”

Foolish opened his mouth to explain before falling short, realising beyond getting into the camp he had no clear idea on how to even stop the ritual from happening. Surprising the shark again they let out a rumbling chuckle, a small smile breaking out across their face.

[genevawrenn]

Who is in Control?

✨c!Eret & c!Foolish Gamers [EternalDuo]

✨5.2k W.C.

✨c!Eret-centric

✨Villain prompt

✨Graphic Depictions Of Violence & MCD & Canon Divergence

✨Day 2 of #TEAEvent2023

���� Control by Halsey

[genevawrenn]

My Favourite Stories I Have Written, a Blog;

✨Wilbur & Technoblade, Wilbur & Techno & Eret [Twinsduo, Traitorduo, Royalduo]

✨38k The Last of Us AU

✨Wilbur-centric & Techno-centric

✨Graphic Depictions Of Violence & MCD

✨Chapter 2 / 2 (When You're Lost in the Darkness / Look for the Light)

🎵Atlas Falls by Shinedown

"Wil, maybe you are immune?”

“Just put a bullet through my temple Techno, be simpler than second guessing leading to me accidentally killing you.”

“I won’t do that as long as you remain healthy, let’s just keep going and wait out a few more days before I do something so permanent. Deal?”

“...Fine.”

~~~

Wilbur and Technoblade's parents go missing, one after the other when their mother leaves for a routine outing and never returns leading their father to follow suit. Scared but determined the pair of brothers leave their safe haven to search, facing the horrors of the world they grew up in on their quest to find answers. Along the way they make a concerning discovery after Wilbur is bitten, with the tears of losing a close friend on their face the twins find themselves with more questions than answers on this long road they travel.

✨#mcytficfight Team Mushroom, c!Wilbur Soot & c!Technoblade & c!TommyInnit & c!Phil Watson [SBI / Sleepy Bois Inc]

✨12.1k W.C.

✨c!Wilbur Soot-centric

✨Graphic Descriptions & Canon Divergence

🎵Beside You by Marianas Trench

“I don’t know how to do this.” Wil admitted, looking down at the wrinkled hand he still held pressed to his scar. 

“If I know you, and I hope I do because you are my son, you have the strength to face this. Your inner core is pure hellfire, when forged right you could melt the very bedrock we stand upon if you believe it to be best. For you to even begin to accept how far your actions spread you must face the people it hurt the most. For you to get that determination you must see the pain you caused, then do your best to resolve it because your strength comes from those you keep near, fighting for ideals they believe in. You just care so fucking much about things, son, let those things be the ones you once held dear. After all, when you have good connections you can face anything. You might see forgiveness in the smallest places, but it will be a step forward nonetheless.”

✨#3SongsChal, c!Eret & c!Wilbur, c!Fundy, c!Philza, c!Niki Nihachu, c!Technoblade, c!Foolish_Gamers, c!Awesamdude, c!TommyInnit, c!Tubbo [Traitorduo, Prankduo, Divineduo, Royalduo, Eternalduo, Butterflyduo]

✨15.8k W.C.

✨c!Eret-centric

✨A tour of the Royal Archives

✨Graphic Depictions Of Violence & MCD & Canon Divergence

🎵WHERE THE SKIES END by Starset

Each space had its time and place, many combinations of conversations happened as they moved through their histories. Wilbur, Fundy, Tommy, Tubbo and Eret stood inside the Final Control Room as they exchanged apologies, the walls of death changing to mean one of reunions even moons later. Father and son eventually discussed their problems, turning into a family discussion when they moved to Wilbur’s Control Room.

Every place they stopped inspired the spark of forgiveness, from tiny to years old wounds, many things were talked about on this tour.

Tommy and Sam took a moment alone inside the copy of the prison cell the teen died in, coming out looking on much better terms. No more glances were traded between the pair, a tentative peace that would only grow stronger with the right sort of nurturing. 

A private moment happened between Ruler and shark totem when they approached the Egg, the Ruler gave themself the grace of the words the shark had told them time and time again, it was time to let go of the regret.

Each exhibit passed in much the same fashion, the people most affected discussing their experiences and talking about thoughts they held for years. When they stood in front of the desk once more, the tour completed, tension no longer crackled in the air.

Comradery had been forged among these broken soldiers who stood before them, each put through their own personal hells in their time spent here. The Ruler felt the lightest they had in years seeing the fire ignited in so many souls once more. 

This is what stories were supposed to do, to bring others together to listen to others words. To share wisdom and morals, to learn from what happened in the past and move forward into the future. Looking at each face gathered, Eret draws comfort that even through it all, they had said yes to coming today.

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“if you find bones in the forest, sit a bit and listen. they are old and have some good stories to tell. maybe they’ll teach you a spell or two, or explain where the water on our planet came from.

✨#mcytficfight Team Phantom👻

✨Eret & Techno, Eret & Niki, Eret & Phil

✨13.4k W.C.

✨Eret-centric

✨Pirates & Sirens & SBI goodness

✨Forgotten by NateWantsToBattle

if you find bones by the ocean, run. don’t look back. run, faster, faster. the sea may love you but there are nights where she knows neither mercy nor science, and the bones warn you only once.”

~~~

Nightshade spent her whole life jumping from crew to crew, following the only magical item that might answer her lifelong questions about the missing part of herself. During her quest she ends up captured by the Shadows of the Abandoned crew who accepts her without condition and she learns to love herself despite the hand life dealt her and unlocks her true heart.

✨q!FitMC / q!PacTW [Hideduo/Fitpac]

✨12.3W.C.

✨q!FitMC-centric

✨Federation Happy Pills aftereffects & Canon Divergence & Romance

🎵How Did You Love by Shinedown

~~~

Finding love in the hints of shaky music and heavy aromas of roses, in the hesitant new beginnings of a starting courtship seeing the worst of each other and still accepting them no matter how battered or broken. They are both on their first dates and their forever partnership, forced together by horrifying circumstances but finding sanctuary in one another's arms and words.

Fit realises just how much Pac means to him after nearly losing him, dedicating himself to treasuring the one who trusted the anarchist to protect him, both healing along the way.

‘Tell me about Technoblade’.

✨q!Philza & q!Chayanne & q!Tallulah, c!Philza & c!Technoblade [Emerald Duo]

✨4.6k W.C.

✨q!Philza-centric

🎵Traveler’s Song by Aviators

The Angel of Death’s new charge commented a dear name to the ancient crow on the sign in front of him, a small blonde child looking at the avian hybrid with wide blue eyes filled with an ocean of curious questions. A dragon skull encased the top half of his face, held by some unknown force as wild gold curls spilled around it. His rose scaled wings were held close to his spine, peering up at the tall older blonde with an expectant stare.

“Oh Goddess, where do I start with that bastard?” Phil said with a wicked smile.

~~~

Philza tells Chayanne and Tallulah of Technoblade's adventures; from the beginning when they were teamed for Minecraft Monday to the Great Potato War, with a few more in between.

“Who are you?”

✨#mcytficfight team mushroom, c!Eret & c!Foolish_Gamers [Eternal Duo]

✨13.5k W.C.

✨c!Eret & c!Foolish_Gamers-centric

✨MCD & Graphic Descriptions & Canon Divergence

🎵creature by Half Alive

“My name is Foolish, I am here to stop the cult!”

The being proceeded to raise an eyebrow while staring at the demi-god, making him wonder why this brunette wasn’t ecstatic that someone friendly arrived and felt rather intimidated by their glare.

“Alright and how exactly do you plan to do that?”

Foolish opened his mouth to explain before falling short, realising beyond getting into the camp he had no clear idea on how to even stop the ritual from happening. Surprising the shark again they let out a rumbling chuckle, a small smile breaking out across their face.

Wilbur’s face doesn’t quite light up like it used to upon seeing them, early days of their country’s formation flashing to mind when they saw happiness when they spoke. Now he seemed hesitant, stopping before them. “Greetings Eret, off to a party?”

✨c!Eret & c!Wilbur [Traitor Duo]

✨3.6W.C.

✨c!Eret-centric

✨Regret & Canon Divergence

🎵Mykonos by the Fleet Foxes

A warm teasing tone sounded through his voice, one white curl falling down his forehead above his crinkled eyes. A hint of worry hid behind that liquid chocolate gaze but he seemed to be in a pleasant mood.

The Ruler laughs, holding the wine up for Wilbur’s viewing. “A party for one if you can believe it.”

“That’s a rather lonely concept.” Wilbur comments, peering at the label in the low evening light.

His reply stung, Eret tried not to let it dig too deeply as they tried to joke. “I am rather used to it. Just me and my bottle of wine, we will spend a lovely night together.”

“Feel up to adding another to that party for one?”

“Wil-Wilbur?” He stutters a bit, shuddering before reaching a tentative hand out to his son.

✨For meIIohisunsets New Years Fic Exchange Event 2022

✨o!Wilbur & o!Tommy, o!Wilbur & o!Philza, o!Wilbur & o!Technoblade [Crimeboys, Sand Duo, SBI]

✨5K W.C.

✨o!Wilbur-centric

✨MCD & SBI Inc as Found Family

🎵Blackbird by The Beatles

Concentrating, he let the blonde feel his cool dead flesh, looking at how his father has aged in the time past. A deep echoed tone rings through his sonorous voice, an eerie marker that he returned from beyond the grave for unknown reasons. “Hello Dad!”

Phil coos, reaching his scarred palm up to caress his son’s strong jawbone. “My son, what happened to you?”

“My own hubris.”

~~~

Wilbur is watching flying lessons between Philza and his youngest chick, Tommy, when the sunshine blonde gets a little too ambitious and the phantom rushes to his side fearing the worst.

[for the rest of the links my AO3 profile is here]

We May Have Lost Our Sanity (We Have Not Lost Our Humanity)

BOLAS BOLAS BOLAS!!!

���q!Philza & Team BOLAS

✨25.5k W.C.

✨q!Philza-centric

✨Graphic Descriptions

✨QSMP Purgatory Lore Retell

✨Chapter 2/2 (Balance Exists That Calls Through the Abyss / In the Chaos I Create Again)

The Wise Crow Has Been Fooled (A Cage for a Cage)

"Crows remember human faces. They remember the people who feed them, who are kind to them. And the people who wrong them too. They don't forget. They tell each other who to look after and also who to watch out for."

✨q!Philza & Chayanne & Tallulah, q!Philza & q!Tubbo & q!Fit & q!Etoiles [Hardcoreduo, Veteransduo, Codebreakers]

✨7.4k W.C.

✨q!Philza-centric

✨QSMP Non Canon Tale

✨The Call by League of Legends, 2WEI, Louis Leibfried, Edda Hayes

~~~

My non-canon telling of the events from Phil's return to the QSMP after filming and learning of the eggs disappearance up until his capture by Cucurucho.

If the World Wants You Gone, We Will Fight the World

Picking back up his new scythe, his hands find familiar holds on the carved handle as he takes a few practice swings. It had been a very long time since the Angel of Death held a weapon such as this, the past few worlds only allowing him a sword or bow and arrow.

✨q!Philza & Chayanne & Tallulah

✨4.5k W.C.

✨q!Philza-centric

✨QSMP

✨Demons by Imagine Dragons

Flaring his crow-black wings wide, chest hurting as his sky eyes catch the shorn secondary and primary feathers, he allows the moniker to possess him once more. Taking a deep breath as he closes his eyes, seeing battlefields soaked in blood by his hand, he opens them once more to look over this world he woke up in mere months ago.

~~~

Philza is invited to the QSMP Electoral dinner only to find his chicks there, the same chicks he put to bed mere hours ago. As the realisation happens that these are not the real Chayanne and Tallulah, chaos unfolds as two binary monsters suddenly appear.

Gentleness in the Absence of Violence (Despite the Abundance of It)

”We have not touched the stars, / nor are we forgiven, which brings us back / to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes, / not from the absence of violence, but despite / the abundance of it.”

✨gl!Charlie Slimecicle and gl!Ranboo

✨Generation Loss

✨2.7k W.C.

✨gl!Charlie Slimecicle-centric

✨Graphic Depictions & MCD & Non Canon

🎵Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd

~~~

Loneliness smashed into the muscular brunette as Charlie walked past the abandoned storefronts, debris spread across long forgotten floors.

Left behind pieces when not needed, just like him.

Turning the corner of the hall that drew his attention, he freezes at the sight in front of him.

You Make Sure I Always See the Daylight

A Coffee Shop AU about Ranboo, a new student to the city and university, stumbling across The Crows Roost Cafe for some food and he finds so much more than that.

✨#mcytficfight team mushroom, Ranboo & Toby Smith, Ranboo & TommyInnit, Ranboo & SBI Inc [Bee Duo, Allium Duo, SBI Inc & Sleepbees & Friends]

✨32.2k W.C.

✨Ranboo-centric

✨Alternate Universe & Cafe AU & SBI as Found Family

✨Summary continued below

🎵Daylight by Shinedown

A feel good found family story, this follows Ranboo meeting Sleepy Bois Inc and some other recognizable faces, from someone used to being alone to then finding warm companionship served up with his favourite cinnamon vanilla tea.

This will be a multi-part fic telling of how having a support system, even found off random happenstance, can be the best thing that happens to someone.

A White Orchid Broken in the Rain

“You may not remember this, but all of us went through hell to follow your frantic steps. After you left us, when you begged for death which was given to you, we were left in the remnants of what you had done. They were only children, Wilbur, kids left bearing the transgressions of a previous generation’s decisions, something the ones after us should never have to face.”

✨c!Wilbur Soot & c!Niki Nihachu [Rain Duo]

✨11.3k W.C.

✨c!Niki Nihachu-centric

✨Emotional Hurt/Comfort & Graphic Descriptions & Canon Divergence

🎵If You Only Knew by Shinedown

She took a breath, breaking their gaze for a moment before meeting him once more. “You might not have liked any of the things that were said, but I see an element of truth in all of them. So many consequences of your decisions landed on us, the ones sworn to you. While you got death, Wilbur, we got living hell.”

Her words were harsh, her mind finally settled on anger as the words left her full lips. “I do not know how you stand here again today, but I do know every word I've heard so far is deserved. You had the unlucky experience of coming back from the dead to fill shoes stained in blood and its going to fucking suck for a while, but you must face each person you harmed before you can ever begin to feel better.”

[genevawrenn]

Awaking in the Light of All the Stars Aligned

✨#SPOOKYWEEK2022, Nihachu & TommyInnit, TommyInnit & Eret, TommyInnit & Foolish_Gamers [Octopus Duo, Butterfly Duo, Pickle Duo]

✨Tommy is a medium who is haunted by the ghosts of his past

✨36.8k W.C.

✨c!Niki Nihachu & TommyInnit-centric

✨Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

✨8/8 Chapters & Completed

✨Telescope, It Has Begun, My Demons all by Starset

High school seemed to bring some of that weary energy back to her brother, she reflected on the days fondly as short as they were. Hugging his heavy head into the crook of her neck, she took comfort that they could still have nights like this. Caressing the soft, short hair at the top of his neck, she combed her gentle fingers through his silky curls. Reminding herself to sit him down for a haircut soon, she watched the credits mostly stuck in her own head.

She knew these days were limited, soon he would be deciding what he wanted to do after he finished his public schooling. His eighteenth birthday was on the horizon, only a week away, she resolved to sit him down soon to talk about his options after. They had discussed it before and he had expressed some interest in horticulture, though his never-ending curiosity about the Agency didn’t ever seem to be satisfied. She had been careful with their money, putting away a significant portion to fund his college or university courses if he chose that option.

But just for a little while longer, she could hold him in her arms and protect him from reality and hope with everything she had he wouldn’t follow in their parent’s footsteps. Though she also worked there, an assistant was a far cry from an active Ambassador position where he would be put in the same danger that took their parents. She had always been so vague with describing where she worked, hoping to throw him off the idea. Niki refused to outright lie to her brother, but there were moments she wondered if when she gave into his questioning he would immediately run off to join them.

[genevawrenn]

Who is in Control?

✨c!Eret & c!Foolish Gamers [EternalDuo] ✨5.2k W.C. ✨c!Eret-centric ✨Villain prompt [Eret goes a bit unhinged post-Red Banquet] ✨Graphic Depictions Of Violence & MCD & Canon Divergence 🎵Control by Halsey

Foolish returns to straightening his collar, offering a small bow. “My Ruler, may I have the honour of escorting you to the Red Banquet?”

“Of course.” Eret gives a wide smile, looking at the totem man. “We already decided that earlier, dearest friend.”

“We did, but now I feel severely underdressed compared to you.” Foolish fondly grumbles.