#sir billiam III x reader

[dodo-begone]

When Somebody Loved Me

Pairing: Yandere!Sir Billiam III x Reader

Request: Sir billiam headcannons 👉👈

Word Count: 900 words

Warnings: yandere, mention of cheating, memory loss (not from an illness or curse- just from the passage of time)

Billiam hadn’t always been the Billiam everybody knows nowadays. No, back then he went by a very different name yet had a very similar lifestyle to now. Back then he was some child of a wealthy family who lost their fortune. Someone… If you were to ask specifically who he was before, he’d be unable to tell you. He’d long since forgotten his assigned identity in favor of a new one. One that he created to get what he wanted. You.

From the beginning, you two knew each other. Your families were close friends, after all. Close business partners and had been for quite a while. Long before you were born and probably into your parents’ childhoods.

Almost every memory you two had was of the other because you two were with each other so often. From diapers to toddling, you two were in it together. It was a cute sight, overall.

For a while, your families considered an engagement between you two. Many things went into it, but it mostly boiled down to the families knowing each other and a way to strengthen the bond between the families. Talk of said engagement went on for years, before and after you two were born. Yet when they were almost at an agreement, everything went wrong.

Somewhere along the lines, some scandal started between the families. Adultery, that’s what they said it was. During the tender years of childhood, neither of you understood what that meant. It obviously had to do with grown-up stuff since it had “adult” in it, but otherwise you were clueless.

Whatever it was, though, split the two families apart. What were once business partners and family friends were now strangers. It seemed that both sides of the issue detested the other. Besides the children, of course, but they had to play their part in this too.

When Billiam’s family hit hard times, your parents could have cared less. Their stroke of misfortune happened years after the “incident”, and yet the resentment from it still hung heavily on each individual who knew what happened.

The bitter feelings were so strong that they didn’t care to mention the news to little ole you. All you remembered was the good times with Billiam’s family, after all. They knew you were upset about not seeing your friend anymore, but the family’s reputation mattered more than some silly, personal relations. You could go get new friends anyways. Like father’s newest business partner’s child. Aren’t they just swell?

Yet you couldn’t really remember that boy you used to play with. He was there quite frequently. The clearest memory was when you two made a promise to be together forever, a childish optimism you had abandoned in favor of other important attributes. You have matured since then, outgrown those sill childish days. Obviously you have. Time has passed since then and you don't play like that anymore. Yes, you have matured quite a bit since then.

Unlike your case, Billiam never forgot about you. While his life was burning around him, he kept hold of the precious memories. They were his ray of sunshine in the storm.

Each unfortunate incident just pulled you two further and further apart. You never knew it, but he was uncomfortably aware of every tug from fate. Each mistake his father made dragged all who were connected to him down. Billiam was no exception, caught in the crossfire of something he wasn’t involved in.

Sometimes he would question any higher beings about this divine punishment that was being enacted onto him; what had he done in his previous life to deserve this punishment? It was horrendous, tortuous, and unjust.

Life went like this for years, though it felt like a milenia for Billiam. He had to stay strong, resilient. It was what he was raised to be. Nothing could get in his way. All of his goals had to be achieved. No, he would achieve them, for they were something he wanted done.

On top of that, he made a promise. A pinky promise. As childish as it sounds, you never break a pinky promise. That’s just the rules. What man was he to not uphold a promise?

And his promise to you was that he’d marry you. He was going to accomplish that goal, no matter what it took.

He did what he could on his parents’ “modest” budget, which became increasingly more “modest” as time went on. Both he and his father had their eyes on the aristocracy, wanting to get back into the upper circle they were so used to. For different reasons, of course. Well, Billiam couldn’t be so sure about that. But he knew his end game well and his father’s didn’t seem to align similarly enough. What a pity.

Clear nights were always guaranteed to leave Billiam hopeful. When a night like that happened, he’d wish upon a star. He would wish to have whatever it took to get back to you. Though it was mostly him wishing to specifically have you back with him. It didn’t matter to him how poor you two were… well it did, actually. Providing you with anything below extravagant would be a crime.

Soon Billiam became tired of the imminent destruction his father was leading the family to. One night, in his early teens, he decided that enough was enough. He was already poor, how much worse can it get? So with no final farewell to his mother and father, he left into the night.

[randonowrong]

Sir Billiam (Technoblade), Ranbutler (Ranboo), and James (Sapnap) x Servant! Reader [HCs]

A/N: I put it under the cut because it’s so long. I honestly just started writing and unknowingly put so many words into these headcanons. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Lord Billiam III (Technoblade):

You are one of his many employees at the estate.

You were an orphan that was brought (bought) by his parents to serve at the estate since their servants kept dying or leaving.

Growing up you were taught how to do household chores by the older servants.

Seeing as you are in the same age range as their son, your masters decided to make you his personal servant.

With how Billiam grew up into an adult, I would assume that he was taught this during his childhood.

His parents were very critical of the social divide between you and their son.

You never forgot the reminders that you were nothing compared to them.

Billiam kept the act his parents wanted whenever he interacted with you in front of them.

But he was always kind and gentle with you compared to the other servants even his parents weren’t present.

He taught you how to read and write, leaving you with his favorite books whenever he had business to attend.

He loved when you ran to him to ask something about the book that you couldn’t understand, or when you didn’t know what a word meant.

This went on for years until his parents caught you in his room reading while he wrote at his study.

He heard them start screaming profanity at you and he ran into his room to see you being dragged by the hair outside.

He walked forward to help you but his father told him to stay because they had to deal with the “filth”.

Months went by without him hearing or seeing you. He assumed the worst, his parents had you killed.

During the period, he refused to have another servant but you.

He acted out against his parents’ orders and started on his path to independence.

He focused on his studies and work so that he could take over the family business and lands so that he can find you.

After a long time, he finally saw you again.

This was when he stayed up late due to managing some family matters and he stepped out of his room to get some fresh air.

There you were, in the servant’s clothes, on your knees and wiping the floor clean.

“Y/N?” he asked, reaching out to you.

After you heard him you stood up and took a deep bow. “I apologize for disturbing you my lord, I shall leave immediately.”

He had no time to stop you from taking the cleaning supplies and booking it downstairs.

Every future instance where he tried to talk to you was met with profuse apologizing and leaving.

He eventually gave up on interacting with you, as in the few moments that you do, you make it clear you don’t want anything to do with him.

Without his anchor, his tether that kept him humane, he was consumed by the snobbish teachings of the aristocracy.

When his parents finally died, Billiam became the sole owner of the many properties and subsidiaries his parents’ managed.

His cruelty knew no bounds, severely punishing servants who made a slight mistake. Servants...except you.

When the heir became the lord, you had become appointed as the head servant of the estate, in charge of managing and teaching the staff to serve.

Servants would notice the tense air that hung when you and their employer would interact, the casual reports on the happenings at the estate, servants being laid off for mistakes, etc.

The first time you two had conversed without the awkwardness is when a deal he wanted to secure fell through. He was livid, destroying everything in his quarters.

Knowing that any miniscule slight while Billiam was furious would result in severe punishment, you took it upon yourself to fix the room. Deciding to spare the other servants from possible suffering.

When the noise of glass being thrown, tables being flipped, and paintings being torn had ceased, you decided to enter the room and tend to your lord.

Billiam stood by his overturned desk. Shards of glass from the decorations he threw stuck in his bleeding hand. 

“My lord you are injured, please allow me to tend to your wounds.” he tensed after hearing your voice call out to him. 

Turning around he observed the wreckage that he caused, his eyes stopping on your figure holding a rag and setting down a basin of water on the ground.

The room grew silent as you were crouched down and tending to Billiam, no sound threatened to escape from either of you. 

When you finished picking out the shards and cleaning the wounds you stood up with the basin, now colored red, to leave the room when he grabbed your hand “Stop.”

Complying, you stopped in your tracks and faced him. “Yes my lord?”

“I-I...” he clenched his fists, trying to find the right words to tell you.

His mind cleared, he knew what he needed first from you. “I command you to tell me why you were and have been avoiding me!” he shouts, raising his voice.

You sigh, eyes drifting to stare at the floor as your lips open to answer. “It would be best to show you my lord.” you answer, setting down your things, you untie the affixes of your attire.

With the last of the strings untied, you turn around and move your top to expose your back to him. 

His mouth agape, he stared at the lashes on your back, the burn marks, the deep cuts. “Wha-”

“It was your parents, my lord. They did not like it when they saw how close we were.” you added, beginning to fix yourself back up.

You felt him crash into you, pulling you into a tight hug, as his breath fanned your nape. “I’m sorry for dragging you into this.” you feel warm tears fall on your bare neck.

You let him be open with his emotions, as the dam that kept all of the pain in for the past years cracks and floods out. You hear him mumble apology after apology to you.

When his tears falter, you turn around and pull him into a hug. Tangling your hand in his hair and nudging his head into your neck to comfort him.

“Don’t apologize for feeling what you feel.”

His breath hitches as you continue speaking.

“And don’t apologize for loving me.”

That night was spent with Billiam being in your arms as he had wanted to be for years, finally feeling the warmth he did when you were both young.

The next day, your belongings were being moved by the servants outside of your quarters. Under orders from Lord Billiam they answered when you questioned why.

“You will no longer be the head servant, (Y/N).” Billiam stated as he walked towards you accompanied by three maids.

“From now on you shall be mine, the spouse of Lord Billiam III.” he smirked, holding out a hand for you.

You reach out and grab his hand “Yes, my lord.”

Ranbutler (Ranboo):

A fellow servant under the employ of Lord Billiam III.

The both of you were employed on the same day, as your new master needed more servants to manage the happenings around his vast estate.

Ranboo had no time to introduce himself to you as work was immediately shoved upon his shoulders, he would be acting as the personal servant at the side of Lord Billiam.

You, meanwhile, were in charge of managing the storehouse and making sure everything your master needed was in stock.

Life...is hard when serving under an aristocrat, more so under Lord Billiam. 

He was very critical of everything and all he does is done with utmost perfection. Failure wasn’t allowed at his manor.

Thankfully, you were able to adjust easily to your job. Taking walks around the estate to question the denizens of the necessities which were needed. Being able to pick out the most affordable but high quality items.

Which lead to you being one of the few that did not catch the ire of your master. He had even given a sarcastic statement which sounded like a compliment? You were unsure if he was capable of complimenting a mere servant.

When Lord Billiam needed to attend to business away from the city, he left Ranboo in charge of acting in his stead, as one of his closest aides.

Most of the servants breathed a collective sigh of relief when the carriages, carrying your master, had left the confines of the property.

The few servants that stood by the side and watched the others silently knew something.

They couldn’t slack just because he wasn’t here. Lord Billiam has eyes and ears everywhere, so slacking off was something never to be done.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Ranboo walk and stand beside you. “Lord Billiam wants stocks of wine and other refreshments to be present in the cellar by the time he arrives. He specifically instructed to only procure the best, so do not worry about the cost.”

You nod and continue watching the rambunctious bunch of servants. “Of course. I assume Lord Billiam instructed you about that?” you question.

He gives a slight nod and turns to walk back inside the manor leaving you.

The next day, most of the servants had taken it upon themselves to have fun while doing their job. The cooks used ingredients to cook meals for themselves, the cleaners allowing dust and dirt to gather on the furniture.

You took your daily stroll around the place, taking mental notes of whatever the servants you crossed paths with were doing. 

Absentmindedly you bumped into someone’s chest and mumbled a quick “Sorry.”

Looking up you came faced with the trusted aide of your lord. “Would you like to join me for afternoon tea?” he invited, gesturing to the direction of the balcony.

You raise a brow and begin walking with him towards the balcony. In your mind you wonder what his plans may be, knowing Lord Billiam must have trusted him with that.

Arriving at the balcony a gentle breeze blew through your hair as you looked at the table in front of you. An assortment of treats and sweets were laid out, a pot of tea with two cups and saucers present as well.

Ranboo walked to one of the chairs and pulled it out, gesturing for you to take a seat. When you did, he walked to his own and began pouring the hot beverage. 

The two of you sat in silence, the only sound being heard were the chirping of the birds that flew overhead. 

“So...I presume that you are on the same orders as I am?” you break the silence, taking a sip from your cup and staring at him for an answer.

He nods. “Sir Billiam has entrusted me with this job and I must fulfill it dutifully. You must understand so, (Y/N).” he grabs the pot and pours himself another cup. 

“Yes...we must weed out the imperfections that our lord does not need.” you hum, staring at your reflection in the tea. “As our lord’s favored aids, you being publicly known, and I with the others being secret, must serve without fault.”

Your eyes both held a dark gleam, staring at each other with understanding of your orders. “Well, I am thankful for the tea, but I must continue with my work.” you stand and set down your saucer. “I enjoyed our small discussion. I hope to speak with you more in the future, now excuse me.”

The succeeding days were a blur, although your master was absent from the manor, there was still a backlog of work and duties which had to be done. Having to continue observing the other servants, managing deliveries and orders to and from the estate, and making sure your discussion with the butler was kept private.

Oh yes, speaking of the butler. He would be at each of your turns, giving his insight on what sir Billiam would order and keeping the estate running. 

You would catch him in the corner of your eye, staring at you from the shadows. Though this did not faze you as he was just following commands, as was you.

When Lord Billiam III returned a week later all the servants stood outside to receive their Lord. They all stood firmly, heads bowing low, and no noise threatening to escape their lips. “Welcome back my Lord!” you all collectively shout.

You and Ranboo stood at the head of the two lines. Lord Billiam began to stride towards the entrance when he stopped in his tracks. “You two, follow me.” he commanded and continued on his path.

“Yes my lord.” you both answer, raising your heads and following him, keeping a suitable distance. 

Arriving in front of the doors to his quarters, you both took steps forward and opened the double doors and bowing. You could feel the smirk that Sir Billiam held as he walked in, the two of you soon following and closing the doors.

Taking a seat at his study, Billiam put his hands together and set his elbows on the table. “Now, give me a detailed report you two.” he ordered.

You both nodded and gave detailed statements on what happened at the estate in the duration of his absence. Every mistake, every success, every mishap, everything. With him nodding to each explanation.

“I knew picking you two as my personal aides wasn’t a mistake.” he chuckles. “Now leave, I have work to do.” he states, voice turning cold.

In the morning, all the servants were gathered in the main hall. They whispered to one another, wondering about the sudden meeting.

The noises stopped as soon as Lord Billiam stood at the head of the stairs overlooking the foyer, he was followed by two servants, the butler and you. 

“Now, you may all be wondering why I have called you all at such an ungodly hour.” he stated, looking at the servants like ants. “It has come to my attention the problems my estate faces, with regards to all of you.” he continues, taking delight in the looks of fear that some held.

“I hereby relieve you all of your duties, leave at once, I have no need for incompetents who slack around when they believe their master isn’t present.” he seethes, glaring at them, before turning and leaving the room.

You and Ranboo glance at each other as you hear the servants cry, some panic, some running to sort out their departure. No matter, you thought, as the butler put a hand on your shoulder and nodded.

He tugged your arm towards the balcony, a soft smile on his face. “Afternoon tea?”

“I would be glad to have some, Mr. Butler.”

Lord James (Sapnap):

You are a servant in service to Lord James’ family for a long period.

You were present from the beginning of his marriage to his subsequent divorce. Acting as one of his wife’s personal servants, in charge of dressing her and tending to her beck and call.

Having been assigned to her, you were well acquainted with Lord James. Being the one to inform him whenever your lady was unavailable.

Though the first interaction between just you two, not involving or speaking about anyone else happened quite later.

It happened after an argument with his wife, who promptly stormed out of the manor, leaving you with her husband. You felt awkward being left in the same room without your lady. 

You were ready to walk out of the room when you suddenly heard him collapse as he began to sob. 

You crouched down and held him up, comfortingly rubbing his back. You were about to speak when you were pulled into a hug, feeling tears fall on your shirt. 

You stayed on the floor, letting James cry his heart out. You continued rubbing his back but stayed silent.

Once his tears stopped flowing, you helped him stand and walk to his bed.

Turning to leave the room, you were stopped when he grabbed your hand firmly. “Stay.” he softly spoke, tugging you towards the bed.

“My lord, we can’t, what would my lady think-” you protested, worried for yourself and for him, already thinking of the scale of this scandal if word got out.

“I just...want someone to hold me, please.” he pleaded, eyes downcast towards the floor. 

You relented as he brought you into an embrace and pulled you into the bed. He rest his head in the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanning your skin.

Within moments, he had fallen asleep, obviously emotionally drained with all the baggage he’d been carrying. You sigh, running a hand through his soft locks. He stirred in his sleep and moved his head closer to your hand.

You stayed there for a few minutes, a wave of exhaustion washing over you as well. Slowly, you were lulled to sleep with the sound of his breathing...

Awakening, you rubbed your eyes, it was still dark outside possibly nearing daybreak you assumed. Turning your head, you saw Lord James. He still remained clung to your side like a babe.

Although you wanted to stay in the comforts of the soft bed, one which could not be said for your own in the servants’ quarter, you decided to leave before his wife came upon the scene. 

Slowly, you wrung the arm he was hugging from his grasp and stood up from the bed. Fixing your attire you saw as he stirred from his sleep, moving to search for the source of heat that moved away.

You smiled, tugging the blankets over his figure and patting his head one last time before exiting the room.

With a soft click of the door, you scanned the halls, it was empty. You breathed a sigh of relief, it was a good thing no one caught you at this time. You knew what people would assume if they had seen you, a lusty commoner ruins another marriage.

You began your walk towards the servants’ shared quarters, the light of the moon passing through the window lighting your path. 

James awoke the next day, with a blanket draped over him. He smiled, knowing you did this. 

He heard a knock at the door “My lord, breakfast has been served and my lady is looking for you.” a servant called out before the clacking of their shoes indicated they walked away.

Sighing, he began to prepare himself for the day, grabbing a new tunic and fixing his disheveled appearance. 

Arriving at the dining hall, he saw servants running around the place, placing plates and utensils on the table. Some were bringing out the food from the kitchens.

Although his eyes drifted immediately to you. You were stood by his wife and listening to the orders she barked at you. With each command earning a nod of acknowledgement from you afterwards.

With a wave of her hand, she dismissed you and turned to start her meal. You bowed and turned to exit the room when your eyes met James’. You stilled before casting your eyes to the floor and walking out of the hall.

James understood it all too well, once being someone who laughed at the broken marriages of other nobles, caused by them falling prey to their servants’ temptation. He couldn’t laugh, now that he was one of them.

He knew it was wrong though. He was already married, and had a duty to fulfill to his family and wife. While you? You were trying to survive in society, not wanting to be part of any drama.

Snapping out of his trance when his wife called out to him, he sighed and took a seat at the table. Mind still focused on you.

Even though he consummated the marriage and had children with her. His love and yearning for you never faltered. You were by her side every step of their marriage. You took turns with the nannies in watching the children, sometimes being left to care for them when James and his wife went on trips.

Through the years you two did this careful dance. Feathery touches that drifted on your skin for moments before disappearing. Loving glances thrown at each other’s way. The soft tone of his voice when he spoke to you. Though others would think nothing of it, the two of you knew the fragile fantasy going on.

A fragile fantasy that all came crashing down that day.

Screaming could be heard throughout the whole manor, servants stayed quiet and steered away from the room, which you couldn’t really do.

As the personal servant of Lord James’ wife, you stood by the sidelines as they threw words, insults, and the occasional object at each other in their rage.

In her anger she threw one of the decorative stones on the nearby table. Lord James saw it and was able to jump out of the way.

They both stopped when they heard it collide with something else. Turning around, he saw the stone on the floor with blood staining one side of it.

You crouched down from the pain and put a hand on the side of your head, retracting it you could see the red color staining your skin. 

“(Y/N)!” James shouted, running over to help you up when his wife cut in.

“Don’t help that lowly servant! Pay attention to me you bastard! Do you think I wouldn’t notice?!” she shouted.

James paid no mind to her as he caught you in his arms. You had passed out from the blood loss, and probably the concussion on your head.

“Don’t think we aren’t done talking! You still haven’t answered me!” she continued to scream, though her words never reached his ears.

Picking you up he turned and glared at her. “We’ll speak about this tomorrow.” he firmly stated, before walking out and bring you to an empty room so he can tend to you.

You awoke with a headache, it was dark. Sitting up on the bed, you noticed you were one in the spare bedrooms and gripped your forehead as a stinging pain came. Right...you got hit by a rock.

You jumped when you heard the door open. Turning you came faced with Lord James, the upper buttons of his shirt being undone and a hand running through his hair.

He opened his eyes and met yours, then he scrambled towards you. “Are you okay? Is there still pain? Do you want me to call the physician?”

“Please do not worry yourself over me my lord.” you answered, wanting to keep the formality of the situation. Standing up from the bed you put your hand over his, which was placed on the side of your head. 

“I- uh yes.” he coughed, retracting his hand and putting them by his side. “I’m sorry about that, you didn’t need to get caught up in our argument.” 

Your eyes widened, your lady must be looking for you right now. “Excuse me, my lord.” you stated in panic, patting yourself down to look presentable before running out of the room.

“No need, she’s gone.” you heard James state as you stopped in your tracks. “Our divorce will be finalized in a few days, and she doesn’t want anything to do with me or you anymore.”

Thoughts raced through your mind, does she know about the incident, what would happen to you if she did. Your breathing picked up as you stilled.

James brought you into an embrace, your back hitting his chest as he dipped his head into the top of your head and inhaled. Your hair smelled lovely, comparable to that of other noble ladies. He shut the door, wanting to keep the privacy between you two.

“My lord, we shouldn’t it isn’t proper.” you stated, keeping firm on the fact you wanted to preserve not only your reputation but more importantly his.

“I don’t care.”

“But what would others think?”

“I don’t care.” he firmly stated, turning you around and pushing you against the wall.

“For years I’ve kept these feelings inside and now that there isn’t anything stopping me, I can finally express these repressed emotions.” he continued.

“I...I...-” he trailed.

“I command you to love me!” he shouted. trapping you against the wall with his forehead touching your own. 

You sigh in defeat and finally relent, reaching up and cupping his cheek, “I already do, my lord.”

[dodo-begone]

Yandere!Ranbob & Yandere!Ranbutler Headcannons

Pairing: Yandere!Ranbob x Reader, Yandere!Ranbutler x Reader

Request: Yandere headcanons are living free on my mind recently, so Ranbob or Ranbutler? (It’s just the moral ambiguity I swear)

Warning: Yandere, Unhealthy Behavior, Stalking, Drugging

Ranbob

I feel like he is a definite stalker. Like how else would he have chosen to give the book to the fishermen? Yes he could’ve chosen somewhere else to put it, but he put it right next to the fishermen’s door; right where they’d see it. 

He would remember every little thing you. What you like, what you hated about yourself, what foods or textures you hated. Anything he could get his fucking talons on, he’d find it one way or another. 

Gifting you shit as often as possible. Mentioned you liked stuffed animals? Wow look at this! A box washed up towards Mizu, and it even has stuffed animals! Flowers? Hey remember when you told him you liked flowers? Well look what he found! A small garden of your favorite flowers in an unexplored area. How incredible is it that they survived so long without care? don’t mention the fact that they look well cared for or neatly planted. Freedom? Well about that…

For excuses, he’d say there’s no way to leave. No boats. Or a storm is raging above the water! You can’t tell since you’re so deep underwater, but when he went up to look for visitors, it was just downpouring with violent waves crashing into each other. And if a group manages to get into Mizu? Their boats magically disappear. Where’d they go?

To guilt you, all he’d really do is bring up how alone he was before you came along. You’re his favorite person, besides Dream of course. And you make him so happy and he loves you so much. He can provide you with anything you ask for, minus your freedom. Could you stop bringing that up, by the way? It makes him sad with how sad you are that he just can’t provide it. 

To guilt you, all he’d really do is bring up how alone he was before you came along. You’re his favorite person, besides Dream of course. And you make him so happy and he loves you so much. He can provide you with anything you ask for, minus your freedom. Could you stop bringing that up, by the way? It makes him sad with how sad you are that he just can’t provide it. 

You definitely drag him around Mizu to explore. If you’re going to be stuck there for a while forever, might as well get to know your new home. 

He’d be touch starved and want to cuddle, but would be too scared to cuddle you. After all he doesn’t want to hurt you, but you’re so kind and soft… it couldn’t hurt to give in once. Or twice. Really anytime he wants a cuddle, he’ll go over and give you one. 

Oh and btw you will not have any free time away from Ranbob. There’s nobody else to talk to and he doesn’t want you to get hurt. As long as you’re always there for him, he’ll always be there for you. :)

Ranbutler

Will sneak into your room and watch you sleep. After a long and rough day of work, you’re such a treat. A reprieve for his weary eyes. 

As a treat to himself, he’ll take a small item or two; things that you really wouldn’t notice, but they mean so much to him. Or if he’s feeling like he needs a pick-me-up, he’ll take something a little bigger. 

He isn’t one who just takes without giving! Oh no, he’ll give you things in return; an unspoken trade agreement. You let him take stuff and he’ll give you things you’d enjoy. It only seems fair. And you’d love them so much. Flowers, poems, little trinkets that you’d need/enjoy. Anything that he could easily sneak into your room. You always accept them with mostly open arms. 

The egg gives him a lot of the base ideas on what to give you. And it speaks such nice words about you and how if he just does as the egg says, you’ll be with him forever. 

When you’re invited to the masquerade, he doesn’t attempt to kill you at all. When you and Karl are the only ones left, Ranbutler puts the egg’s his plan into motion. 

You wouldn’t notice an odd taste to your drink. Or how you got tired much quicker than any night before. It was brushed to the side. The days before had been hectic and draining; all of the murders and stress must’ve caught up to you. 

Oh dear, you don’t seem to be doing well. Here, let the lowly butler take you to your quarters. That’s what he’s there for, after all. The drugs finally kick in, and you’re out for the count. You never made it back to your room that night. 

He’ll hide you in the room with the egg. It’s the safest place, after all. Only he and Sir Billiam III go in there. And the egg likes you too. Isn’t that great? What an honor to be allowed into the room with the egg without consequence. Especially since you’re taking residence with the egg. Now just be good and listen to the egg; it has the best interest of everybody in mind.

[randonowrong]

Current WIPs:

These may not be posted in chronological order, it really depends on whether inspiration whacks me at the back of the head with the bat of eureka.

In progress:

Dream x Reader: Fluff | Requested | Doing tasks around the server.

Sapnap x Reader: Fluff | Requested | Sapnap dating Dream's sister and he finds out.

Sir Billiam III x Servant! Reader | Requested | May tie in to the headcanons but it now involves the egg.

Sir Billiam III x Pirate! Reader | Requested | Again, self-explanatory :p

Dream x Reader | Requested | Angst to Fluff (I think) | You’re the only person to ever see Dream when he puts his walls down.

Ranboo x Water Deity! Reader: HCs | A continuation of the second part.

Future Projects:

Mcyt when given the silent treatment | HCs | Headcanons on how the dsmp people would be like if the reader gave them the silent treatment.

Mcyt if you get brainwashed by the egg | HCs | Headcanons on how they'd react to you being brainwashed and fighting against them.

Dream SMP x Reader Royalty AU!: Might make it into a series, will probably create headcanons/imagine before to flesh it out.

Hogwarts AU! Dream SMP x Reader: Pretty self-explanatory, I will be doing imagines/headcanons about this while I reread the series.

PJO AU! Dream SMP x Reader: I am back into my Greek mythology self so...yeah.