#in honor of enderman in smash :)

[delimeful]

Adventurer

fourth installment in the minecraft au series! Roman Time

warnings: using 'it' for someone, mild arguing, some panic

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Roman paused, studying the small house in front of him.

He glanced to the nearby courtyard. This was definitely the same house he’d visited last time he was in the village, but…

No flower pots, no colorful banners on the roof, and when he peeked in through a window, the painting of cats he’d made for his friend was no longer hung up on the wall.

“Did Patton move?” he mused aloud, and then felt a stirring of nervousness in his gut.

It had been a while since his previous visit, since he hadn’t noticed any increased swarm activity heading in this direction. He hadn’t thought there was anything to worry about. Logan had personally promised him that the village would be protected, but it only took one slip-up…

He ducked under the arm of the passing iron golem, and approached one of the nearby villagers. “About our dearest Patton…”

Thankfully, the blacksmith responded with a friendly smile, rather than a mournful expression. Roman felt some of the tension ease out of him as the woman explained that Patton had simply moved to a new home on the outskirts and even gave him directions. He didn’t protest; without a map handy, he was exceedingly liable to get turned around.  

Finally, he found Patton’s new house, complete with all the trinkets and planters he expected. He frowned in thought, tilting his head slightly. Why would Patton move so far away from the village center? His old home was cozy and well-worn, and this new place would be much more vulnerable, living out of the iron golem’s patrol range.

Things to ask his friend directly, he supposed. With that, he pushed the door open, announcing his presence brightly.

In the corner of the room, a shadowy figure loomed, violet energy flaring in alarm at his arrival.

Years of monster slaying instincts kicked in before anything else, and Roman’s gaze automatically dropped to his feet. In the same moment, his heart jumped to his throat.

Why was there an enderman in Patton’s house?

“Why are you here?” Roman shrieked, mostly to himself, groping for the hilt of his sword.

The enderman made a small, warped sound and teleported back and forth in the house a few times. It wasn’t aggressive, and there was no evidence that Patton had been attacked by it, which were the only things stilling his hand at the moment.

That, and he really didn’t want to trash Patton’s new house.

Despite all the spooky superstitions about endermen, they weren’t often a mob Roman had to  fight. Normally, they kept to themselves, occasionally stole some crops or took a chunk from someone's wall before moving on.

They definitely weren’t known for appearing and loitering inside people’s homes. Most one-person houses were made with a low roof to prevent such things anyhow!

He frowned at the enderman’s legs, ignoring the otherworldly chirping it made. This would be easier if the creature had attacked him first.

“Get out of here,”  he told it sternly, waving his free hand to emphasize his tone. “You don’t belong in here, you’re going to scare the daylight out of somebody if you stay.”

The enderman, as expected, shuffled in place and stubbornly continued to exist in his best friend’s house. Roman resisted the urge to run an exasperated hand through his hair. How was this his life? He stopped by his friends’ village for a break from questing and monsters, for thunder’s sake!

Abruptly, there was another teleportation noise, and this one was far too close for comfort. Roman resisted the urge to look up. His knuckles went white where they gripped his sword’s hilt.

A flower was thrust under his nose.

“Wha--?” He sneezed, three times, rapidfire. The enderman chirped at him, and he could almost imagine it sounded like worry.

It was still holding the flower (a single poppy) out carefully.

Roman took it, bemused, and then tried not to lose his marbles as the enderman teleported rapidly, circling around him over and over like an excited honey bee before settling back by the table.

“No, no, this curiously adorable gesture doesn’t mean you can stay,” Roman started, pointing the poppy at the monster accusingly. “Did you steal this from one of Patton’s boxes? Hey, I’m serious here! I’ll have you know I’m a renowned monster slayer. You should be terrified.”

The enderman ‘vrrp’ed, unimpressed.

Before Roman could continue arguing his case to a creature that probably had no idea what he was even saying, the door swung open again.

“We’re back!” Patton’s familiar voice cheered.

Roman, who had possibly gotten a little caught up and forgotten who actually lived here, whirled around with a panicked yelp and lunged, haphazardly smacking his hand over Patton’s eyes. “Don’t look!”

The enderman teleported directly behind him, its warning buzz in the air enough to make him break out in goosebumps. There was a loud sigh.

“Hello, Roman,” Logan greeted him mildly from where he was standing behind Patton, arms full of bags of fertilizer. “I see you’ve met Anxiety.”

“Anxiety?” Roman asked, his voice several octaves higher than his normal range. It maybe possibly had something to do with the enderman breathing down his neck.

“Hoo boy,” Patton muttered from where Roman’s hand was still splayed over his entire face. Then, at another one of the enderman’s little noises, he tensed. “No, no, it’s okay buddy, he’s a friend!”

“A friend?” Roman asked, and then realized that Patton wasn’t talking to him at all as the enderman buzz-clicked and moved away slightly. “Wait, you knew it was in here? Did you befriend a whole monster while I was gone?”

“Hey, he’s not a monster,” Patton protested, moving Roman’s hand up to frown more effectively at him.

“That’s a yes,” Logan added, moving into living area to set the bags down. “Pardon, Anxiety.” The enderman obligingly shuffled out of the way.

Roman threw his hands up, overcome. “Hang on, absolutely not. Logan was one thing, but this, this cannot stand!”

Patton crossed his arms stubbornly, frown only growing more severe. “Anxiety hasn’t done anything wrong. We had this argument about Logan, too, and we both know how that turned out.”

“Come on, I said I was sorry about accusing him of malignant witchcraft!”

“At swordpoint.”

“At swordpoint!” Roman corrected exasperatedly. “I still apologized, right Logan?”

“Would you really like me to get involved in this debate?” Logan asked, raising a sharp eyebrow. Roman wilted. “I thought as much.”

The witch turned back to his task, expertly re-potting a few odd-looking plants. The enderman lurked behind him in a manner that was liable to give Roman a stress ulcer. Several stress ulcers, even.

Roman took a deep breath, pressing his hands to his face, and then pulled back slightly at the feeling of something sticky.

He was still holding the poppy ‘Anxiety’ had given him. Sap was weeping from the parts he’d clutched a little too tightly. He loosened his grip slightly.

The enderman hadn’t done anything even remotely harmful yet. Was he really going to make the same exact mistake he’d made with Logan?

His shoulders slumped, and carefully tucked the flower into his lapel before pulling out a chair and flopping into it dramatically.  

“Fine. Fine! Tell me everything. I promise I’ll listen.”

[hangezoeenthusiast]

My L'Manberg

this little piece right here, what if we, as the reader, blew up manberg (l'manberg), in the place of wilbur, and wilbur took the place of philza. this is in honor of wilbur getting revived.

gn!reader

pronouns: they/them

warnings: explosions, yelling, death/dead body, cursing, angst, blood

(gif not mine! it’s on pinterest)

you were clapping for wilbur, in fact, most of the people was clapping for him. pogtopia and the rest defeated schlatt and his tyranny. finally schlatt's corrupt self wouldn't poison l'manberg, turned manberg.

wilbur gave his little speech about equality and peace and bla bla bla. then wilbur said something that was actually for importance, "it would be hypocritical if i lead this nation, so, i give the presidency to tommy, elected president tommyinnit, can you come up to the stage?"

tommy looked shocked, he didn't know that he would be leader of this nation. he came up onto the stage and hugged wilbur and thanked him for the opportunity.

"wow, in a million years i never thought that i would be president. well, thank you for the opportunity for this."

then he said something that blew everyone's minds for the second time, "i also cannot be president, i still have to get my discs back, and as i try to get cat and mellohi back from you dream, i can't handle a nation at the same time, so for the time being, i give the presidency to tubbo."

tubbo also looked shocked, not knowing that he was also a choice for the presidency of l'manberg. "holy shit guys, i never thought i would be pres, thank you tommy and wilbur for this opportunity, umm, so-"

you didn't hear anything else of tubbo's little speech. "how could they ignore me, i'm worthy to be president too." you thought to yourself. why would they complete forget that you were also a presidential candidate for l'manberg. you were one of the founder members of that nation. you, wilbur, tommy, tubbo, eret, even though he was a traitor, you guys found that wonderful nation. where men and women and just basically everyone could go and emancipate, right?

no, it wasn't like that anymore, l'manberg couldn't be restored to its former glory. nothing could be the same anymore. so you made the decision to blow the place to smithereens. you bargained with dream for 11 stacks of TnT.

"what do i get out of this if i give you this?"

"i'll give you all the op shit, the op armor, potions, weapons, and most of all, power, after all, don't you want to hold yourself in a higher position than tommy?"

he complied after you sweet talked him. he gave you 11 stacks of the TnT. so then you went to your little hiding place, hidden behind two blocks of stone. you pickaxed the stone, went inside, then placed it back.

"hmmm, should i, i mean, this is stupid. tommy shouldn't be president, i should, you khow what, no one should, everything we went through, everything that i went through, what's the point of this stupid nation, judgement and death passed on to everyone like a piece of cake at a birthday party, why should i let a hypocrite run this nation?" you contemplated.

it was confusing, you wanted to be president, but at the same time, you wanted this nation gone. meanwhile the other side was chaos. on the other side of the stone, the lyrical scribbles of the l'manberg anthem on signs, there was death. the badlanders and dream killing citizens of l'manberg. technoblade killing badlanders. but one person got away from this, it was the one and only wilbur soot.

he knew your little spot, he had found it on one of his daily strolls along l'manberg. he found the little seat you placed right in front of the button. right, the button, the one that would set his, your, nation up in flames and destruction.

so he went to the little spot, knowing he would find you there, since you were missing from the surface. "y/n, what are you doing here?" he asked you. he knew what you wanted to do. "why are you doing this y/n, we won manberg, no l'manberg back, why you want to destroy it?"

you were furious, why would he ask you a ridiculous question. "BECAUSE WILBUR, YOU AND TOMMY AND TUBBO ARE HYPOCRITES, YOU ALL DON'T DESERVE TO BE PRESIDENT, I DO, OR NO ONE DOES." you yelled at him. "i seriously was about to push this button, why did you stop me?" you groaned. you were about to push the button before he came into the hiding spot.

you heard people try to get to you and wilbur. "noo, they can't come in here." you retaliated.

"you don't know how close i was going to push this button, 7-8 times i think. you can't stop me wilbur." you blankly stated.

"no, y/n, don't do this."

those five measly words didn't stop you. you said one finally thing before l'manberg would be gone, "wilbur, are you familiar with the traitor of this nation, eret, well he said something, it was never meant to be." those words from eret, the ones that would be one of your final statements of your life.

you pressed the button and everything went haywire. the stone in front of you guys exploded, scratching your skin, making it bleed. wilbur trying to cover your body from the explosion. people being launched in the air. people getting killed from their enemies. people being in shock of the sudden explosion that occured in l'manberg. they finally got it back, now suddenly ripped to shreds.

"MY L'MANBERG WILBUR, MY UNFINISHED SYMPHONY FOREVER UNFINISHED, IF I CAN'T HAVE THIS NO ONE CAN." you saluted wilbur. signs of the lyrics smashed across the ground. blood shed everywhere. people looking at you with horror.

"KILL ME WILBUR, KILL ME." you demanded him. "NO I CAN'T, YOU'RE MY FRIEND." he answered. "FUCK THAT, KILL ME, DRIVE YOUR SWORD IN MY CHEST, COME ON, KILLBUR, KILLBUR, KILL ME, COME ON MR. PRESIDENT, DO IT."

you threw a sword at him, "take my life right now, i can't handle the embarrassment, please kill me." you whispered at him. all you wanted was death. he picked up the enchanted diamond sword, and drove the sword right through your heart. "thank you wilbur." you told him. your final words, haunting him, ringing through his ears. everyone looking at him with shock.

your blood coating the sword. everyone looked at your dead body. but then, wilbur hugged you to his chest. "why y/n, we had everything, you had everything." he cried, and he cried, and he cried until phil came and consulted him. "it's ok son, it's ok, let it all out." he sobbed in phil's arms, hoping that this was a nightmare, and that you were alive, and that l'manberg was blown apart.

but no, it was reality, you died by his hand, l'manberg was done for, and everything was torn to shreds, never getting rebuilt ever again.

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(This is a extra piece, let me know what you think about it.)

you woke up in your bed, feeling like shit. you remembered what happened, your TnT ruining l'manberg. wilbur driving your sword through your chest, the pain, your final last words.

you forgot that you didn't have one last life during the explosion, you had two left. the first canon life you lost was from dream, during the disc war. the second was by wilbur. wilbur, your savior, the one who gave you peace for once in your life. "so i have one last life huh?"

so, later on made a beautiful house in the middle of nowhere, pet enderman named bob, op potions, armor, and weapons. you kept yourself secret from everyone, making sure that no one would find out you were alive.

(this part was kinda poo, i just added it for no reason)

[moonlightshow00]

A poppy for the prince, also adorable? Roman you thought they were adorable (or at least what they did) why are you complaining???

Adventurer

fourth installment in the minecraft au series! Roman Time

warnings: using ‘it’ for someone, mild arguing, some panic

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Roman paused, studying the small house in front of him.

He glanced to the nearby courtyard. This was definitely the same house he’d visited last time he was in the village, but…

No flower pots, no colorful banners on the roof, and when he peeked in through a window, the painting of cats he’d made for his friend was no longer hung up on the wall.

“Did Patton move?” he mused aloud, and then felt a stirring of nervousness in his gut.

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