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Ghostie 💜

(They/them pronouns)

(400+ words)

Description: You wake up and try to find Wilbur. Along the way you stop the pub(e) from burning down. (Wilbur soot x reader)

Whether you take it platonic or romantic is up to you.

[Read more under the cut]

{《☆》}

You roll yourself up into a ball. The light pink blankets pool around you, making the empty space more obvious. Wilbur always got up early, working on his pub. (You refused to call it pube.)

Your shulker shells float around you, making a quiet little whirrr noise. You stand up, stretching your arms over your head. The window curtains are still shut, they always need to be when you live with a phantom.

The floor isn't cold, thank goodness. You don't think you'd be mentally prepared to deal with cold and not just break into tears. You pull one of Wilbur's sweaters over your head and yes, it is a bit too big for you. It hangs around your mid-thigh, the yellow contrasting the light pink of your bunny pajama pants.

As you step outside, you frown at the sky. The sun isn't bright today, mostly hidden by the clouds and yet it's still so warm out here. You don't like it when it's warm, but it's better than the cold. You wanted cuddles no matter that.

You start climbing the ladder, not taking a glance back. Wilbur would probably be up here, talking with someone about one thing or another. He was such an avid talker, as much as he bullied Tommy for that.

In fact, those two were far similar than they like to admit. As you entered the pub, you were met with two devils.

"TOMMY I SWEAR TO GOD-!"

"GOD CANT SAVE YOU NOW!" Tommy cackled, maniacally spreading his arms as a small fire ate away at the wood.

Sighing, you muttered griviences. "They're lucky I love them." You started putting out the fire as Tommy and Wilbur argued. When they turned back to the fire, it was just you placing blocks back and ignoring their squabble.

"Aww," Tommy pouted. "I wanted it all to burn down..."

"Thank you, Y/N. I'm so glad that I have someone on my side here."

You shook your head. "Tommy. We can go burn down someone else's house. Let Wilbur keep the pub."

Wilbur was about to argue before deciding it was the better of two evils. Tommy excitedly raced up to you, eagerly talking about everything you could burn down. Glancing back at Wilbur, you winked.

Wilbur mouthed a thank you and turned back to whatever he was doing in the first place. Your little ghostie better be grateful.

Oh well. You suppose arson was just as good as cuddles.

{《☆》}

[This is short because I made it a while ago when I was busy. But it's something. If you want I might post an xDream in an hour, idc]

[-L0v3, k1ng]

moths_on_w33d on a03 published one of your works to "save"

Thank you so much for letting me know! I just commented asking them to take it down and I will be going to the other authors who had gotten their posts stolen and letting them know.

I honestly didn't think I had to say this but considering these events, DONT REPOST ANY OF MY WORKS ON OTHER PLATFORMS!!! Don't even ask for permission because if I wanted my works on other sites, I'd make an account and do it myself.

Everyone who isn't a plagiarist, have a good day and again, thank you so much anon!

[L0v3, k1ng]

Serial Lover ❤

(Any really, gender isn't specified)

(800+ words)

{《☆》}

You have enough work to deal with. Every day, every hour, every minute, every second someone dies. It's a tiring job having to deal with the amount of death in the world.

And of course, having someone fall in love with you makes it even worse after they get it in their head that the only way to see you is murder.

"What do you want this time?" It's so irritating, every drop of blood they shed was just more work for you. The bloody figure leapt up instantly, their masked face splitting into a wide grin.

"I've missed you," He softly chuckles, ignoring the tone. The almost dead body at their feet trembles, hazy eyes begging you for help.

You take their soul with a flick of your hand. It's the only mercy you can provide. "You're so irritating, Dream."

He pulls off his mask, setting it to the side and stepping over the dead body. "You love me though." Dream giggles when you sigh.

"I'd love you if you stopped giving me work," You grumbled, trying to mentally account for how many more people you'd have to visit in the next minute. America wasn't your jurisdiction alone, but you did a majority of the work since the rest of the reapers still had family alive. "Now can we get this over with?"

Dream pouts, looking in your eyes with a pitifully sad frown. "But you just got here." They kick their feet like a child, stubbornly getting closer to you.

Sighing, you already know he won't let you go without a fight. It's happened before and you'd rather not go through it again.

"You can come with as long as you don't ruin anything."

Dream nods enthusiastically. He latches onto your arm and you roll your eyes. With a quick flick of your hand, you both are gone.

{《☆》}

"Oh wow," Dream stares at everything with a thinly veiled excitement. Your office is nothing special, but he seems fascinated by it all. "It looks so homey."

You shrug. You did stay there most days, so it made sense to keep most of your personal belongings there as well. It seems your mortal companion was awestruck by it.

Dream turns to you again, a cheeky grin on his lips. "You should bring me here more often."

Rolling your eyes, you gesture to a seat beside your desk. He sat swiftly, giving you a sickly sweet smile. Sighing, you sat down at your desk. Instantly he shuffled his seat closer until he was practically leaning all his weight onto you.

As you started writing, Dream deeply inhaled. He pressed even closer, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck. Very quickly, he was sat in your lap.

It wasn't even five minutes until he started peppering tiny kisses to your neck. It was mildly irritating, as it did distract you from your paperwork. "Can you stop?"

"No," He chuckled and continued with his gentle kisses. Honestly, you were just going to ignore it until you got your paperwork done. Then, you'd bring him back to the mortal realm and everything would go back to normal.

Until he started killing again.

Sighing, you toyed with the idea of keeping him. A few other personifications of Death had ended up taking up mortals. Whether as children or friends and even occasionally lovers. It wouldn't be impossible to keep him with you to lower your workload.

Dream pressed another kiss, to your jaw this time. "Stop thinking so hard," he soothed. "You'll get frown lines with how much you're thinking."

You straightened your posture, fixing your face back to a neutral impasse look. Dream giggled, tilting his head back to get a better look at you. Yes. You suppose it would probably be easier to just keep him.

Looking down at him, you lifted a hand and cradled his face. Dream eagerly leaned into it, a soft smile lifting his features. The relatively smooth, slightly tan skin and pretty blue-green eyes. He was unfairly attractive by mortal standards.

"Hmm..." You traced a finger along his cheekbone, watching as the mortal shivered delightfully. The blood that speckled his face was an inconvenience, you had always been finicky about that stuff, but you could make him a mortal fit for a god. "Yes, you will do..."

They peeked through an eye at you, hopeful and slightly crazed. It almost made you laugh, mortals were so strange. Taking pity, you give him what he desires. A simple kiss. Truly, mortals are such simple creatures.

His lips are chapped, but they taste faintly like cherries. You find that you quite like cherries. You don't want to pull away for a second, but you do anyway.

The mortal sighed dreamily, staring up at you with a lovestruck expression. You smile down at him. He was such a pretty problem.

{《☆》}

[I am just now realizing how little xMreader or xNBreader content there is on Tumblr. Sadge, honestly. I'm trying to catch up the Tumblr with Wattpad so that there's more content. Tumblr deserves more content.}

[L0v3, K1ng]

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He's fixing his lil bow tie :>

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I don’t know if you’re so active, but this is very important and we need your help. Please spread this and do what you can to help, please. For Techno

I didn't hear about this until now so thank you for bringing this to my attention. This is disgusting and I pray that Technoblade's memory will never be disgraced in such a horrible way again. I've blocked and reported them both and I'm begging all of my followers to do the same.

Phasmophobia ❤

He/Him Pronouns

1400+ Words

Description: You plays Phasmophobia for the first time with Scott, Wilbur, and Jack. Wilbur teaches you how to play and then something extra. (WilburxReader)

A/N: This was at the start of me writing so it's like the only one in third person.

[Rest of the story under the cut]

Y/N spins leisurely, waiting for their computer to boot up. They hadn't been ready to stream today but Scott DM'ed them a few minutes ago and Y/N couldn't say no to their favorite cousin.

Opening discord, they shot Scott a quick message and then pulled up twitch on their second monitor. Y/N smiled as chat spammed "hello y/n!" as the 1-minute timer slowly ticked down

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"Hello everyone!" Y/N exclaimed happily, giving a quick wave to the camera. "Today we're going to be streaming Phasmophobia with Scott, Jack Manifold, and Wilbur Soot."

They couldn't help but giggle as their chat flew by with excited proclamations. As usual, their lovely fans started spamming "Y/N CLOUT" and "Y/N SUPREMACY" until it was all theycould see. Laughing, Y/N started reading out donos and thanking subs.

They were in the middle of thanking a 5 gifted sub when Scott made a private DM group and started a call. Quickly joining, Y/N and Scott started their usual greeting.

"Scott!"

"Y/N!"

"Scott!!"

"Y/N!!"

"Scott!!!"

"Y/N!!!"

"Wilbur," A deep voice joined in. A startled laugh leaves them, making Scott and Wilbur join in.

"Ayup fellas." Jack Manifold startles Y/N again, his voice louder than either of their friend's voices. It's impossible to keep a straight face as they devolve into just the word "ayup".

When Y/N finally manages to load into the game, their characters face to face with Wilbur's. "Hello, Wil."

"Hello, Y/N," he says back, not moving. They keep stock still, looking straight into the camera like they assume Wilbur's doing. Actually, they pull up his stream on mute and barely manage to hide a grin when they realize he is. Taking a quick glance at his chat, Y/N can't help but giggle.

"BLUSHBUR"

"AWW WILBY IS RED"

"BLUSHBUR"

"I still prefer chadbur"

Wilbur breaks out into a giggle too, brushing his hair away from his eyes. It's odd being in proximity chat, but it's still funny to hear the distant noise of Scott and Jack arguing.

"Are you going to move?"

"Are you?"

Rolling their eyes, Y/N smiles as they move over to Jack, who's trying to throw the basketball at Scott. They devolve into "ayup" again as soon as Wilbur starts trying to talk to Scott.

Y/N shoots their webcam a quick grin and move towards the whiteboard where Scott's checking his items. With a totally innocent voice, they start bringing up last week's family party. (don't worry, covid doesn't exist in these au's unless I say so

"So, baby cousin, have you been drinking recently?”

"Oh no," he groans, instantly realizing his mistake in inviting Y/N.

"I mean, last week you were absolutely hammered and so I'm just worried." They coo, amping up their innocent tone until it sounds like they're speaking to a child. "Come on, sugar pea, tell your older cousin all your darkest secrets that I totally won't use for blackmail."

"Are you blackmailing Scott, Y/T/N?" Wilbur surprises you, his deep voice highly amused but also right next to you. They spin your avatar around, face to face, again, with Wilbur's.

They click their tongue, sighing dramatically. "I suppose I was trying to blackmail him until you came over, Wilbur Soot."

Glancing over at his stream, Y/N spots him grin mischievously at the camera. With a heavy voice, he utters four words that turn them bright red."Was I too distracting?"

"You're such a dick." They laugh.

"That's Scott's cousin you're flirting with," Jack Manifold cuts in with a mocking jeer. Y/N gratefully exit the situation and start setting up their items instead.

They can practically hear the mock annoyance in Scott's voice when they go back to bothering him. He loves Y/N though, despite the teasing.

{...}

Y/N realized after they arrived at the house that they've never played the game before.

"Scott," They start, putting their head in their hands. "How do you play?"

"Do you not know how?" Wilbur said incredulously. Jack was picking up stuff off the carts, crouching down by pressing buttons Y/N didn't know.

Y/N flushed, running a hand through their (h/l) hair. Chat both pities them and bullies them, exactly like they knew chat would. "Well, I've never played before."

"That's fine," Scott said, picking up his own gear and walking out of the van. "Wilbur can teach you. Right, Wil?"

"Sure?"

Scott didn't hear because he was already making his way into the house.

Awkwardly, they started talking. "So-? Uh, how do you pick things up?"

"You press E," Wilbur chuckled. "G is to drop things. C is crouch, J is for Journal which you'll fill out with info on the ghost, flashlight should be T."

Nodding along, Y/N started picking up things from the shelf. "What do all these things do?"

"Some of them are obvious, like Thermometer. But others are easier to explain as we go. You should pick up a camera, crucifix, and flashlight. I'll take the EMF, a camera, and a spirit box."

Wilbur's explanations weren't too hard to follow. The two of you stuck together as they wandered the house. It was two stories with a basement and the darkness was only slightly terrifying.

"Victoria Gonzales," Wilbur called out. They were about to leave the room when their flashlights started flickering. Y/N's thermometer was picking up freezing temperatures even if the room seemed safe. Their flashlights were still flickering, so Wilbur and Y/N huddled into a corner together, silently waiting.

Quietly, Wilbur started whispering to Y/N. "We can probably leave the room, right?"

"Isn't it still hunting?" They whispered back. Wilbur rolled his eyes, "C'mon, don't you trust me?"

Silently, Y/N thought about it. They did.

"Fine."They sighed. "But if anything happens I will blame you.'"

Wilbur grinned, "Absolutely nothing will happen to you, dear."

Y/N grumbled as they silently followed after Wilbur's character, pink dust scattered across their face.  The halls were dark, grey walls plain and boring but not any less terrifying. 

And unlike what Wilbur said, Y/N died 30 seconds later. It was far too quick for them to register what was even happening before the demon's hand was clawing their face out and their body was flat on the ground. 

Wilbur was next, the demon opening the doors to the closet they were hiding in and instantly killing him. They stalked away, leaving two corpses

"Wow, I never thought you'd be stupid enough to try and do this." Wilbur deflects instantly. Y/N sighs, sadly watching their corpse just lay there.

"Well, you're here with me, so that makes you stupid too."

Wilbur rolled his eyes, grinning softly. Y/N looks over, their eyes soft and shining. [Am I doing semi-realism in this now? Whatever, go with it]

Reaching out, Wilbur held their hand in his. It wasn't the smoothest, but the callouses were beautiful to him. He could die happy (if he wasn't already dead) just holding Y/N's hand.

"You did good," Wilbur murmered, closing the distance between them. Smiling, Y/N lifted their hands and caressed Wilburs cheek. It was gentle. Safe.

"So did you."

Pressing their foreheads together, Wilbur sighed softly. "You know, there's something I haven't taught you yet."

"That is?" Y/N grinned.

Wilbur closed the gap completely, pressing their lips together. It was quick and sweet, their noses bumped together but when Y/N tilted their head it all just fit. They chased one kiss after another, tasting the sweet mix of Wilbur's cherry gum and Y/N's bubblegum ring pop.

Wilbur leaned back, his hands placed on their waist tightly. "I guess that's one thing you don't need to learn."

They breathed heavily, still gazing into each other's eyes. Wilbur smiled and then the world flipped.

{《☆》}

"I got it right, it was a demon," Scott bragged over Jack's defeated guess of a Wraith. Wilbur blinked and his chat was going crazy, full of the same thing.

Y/NBUR

Y/NXWILBUR

KINDA GAY KINDA POG

KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE

"Shut up chat," Y/N said, Wilbur glanced up, grinning. Maybe his chat wasn't the only one being annoying

{《☆》}

[Okay, guys. So I started writing this off of the second phasmophobia stream Wilbur had and halfway through he went live with another phasmophobia stream and it was the best and worst timing because I couldn't focus but also *Wilbur my beloved*]

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Michael and His Three Platonic Dads 💛

(699 words lol)

(Any but you are referred to as Dad)

Description: You are just a regular streamer that gets roped into the BeeDuo Family.

[Read the rest under the cut]

You chewed on your pop tart, scrolling through Twitter. Things were a bit random today, with people mentioning you in a bunch of random pictures of a baby piglin. Maybe your brand was built off of your piglin-esque skin but that didn't mean you wanted your fans tagging you in every tweet mentioning the piglin they named 'Micheal.

As you scrolled through them all, you found a tweet that mentioned how this all started.

"RandomTwitterAcc @doesntexistthisisfanfic

Ranboo and Tubbo adopting Michael and then everyone just forcing @ogpiglin into the role of third father is everything"

You raise a brow. You've heard about your fellow minors who stream minecraft before. They'd gotten insanely popular, so of course you had. But you've never interacted with them before.

It's just your luck that the first time you do, it's because the fandom is forcing you to adopt their piglin child, Michael, too.

Honestly? You've had worse introductions to people. When you had first met Georgenotfound, it was going against him in chess and trash talking him the whole time.

You're friends now, but thrashing someone in a game that's being broadcasted to thousands isn't always taken well. You're just lucky that the stans didn't come after you for it.

You did have a stream in thirty minutes, maybe you could make it apart of your stream to tweet about Michael. You could "officially" adopt him while on stream. That'd probably be good enough content before you got to your actual content. Which you still hadn't decided between an old lucky block mod with interactive chat or joining random fan's realms. Decisions, decisions.

{《☆》}

In the end, lucky blocks had been too tempting. Who wouldn't want to relieve the nostalgia of their childhood?

Of course though, you had already mentally promised yourself to address the whole baby piglin situation. (And likely add gasoline to the flames)

"Hey chat!" You exclaimed loudly, the soft noise of Pigstep playing as your intro music. Chat was a mix of "hi" and "ba ba ba ba" with a few mentions of Michael. "How are you all doing today?"

You hummed along to Pigstep as you chat responds. You glance over donos and chucklewhen you realize a majority are about Michael. Yeah, it's best to get over with it.

"Alright guys! Before we get into playing Minecraft, I want to do something fun." You grin mischievously at the camera. It's not an expensive camera, nor is the rest of your set up, but it's been with you since you started streaming last year and you've gotten attached. Chat even named it a multitude of things, although the one they commonly use is nugget.

Maybe it's your fault for wrapping it in gold wrapping paper for Christmas. The name "gold nugget" just caught on and then nugget was founded. It's shorter but honestly, you've taken to calling it, lovingly, a piece of shit.

"We are going to officially adopt that one baby piglin from the Dream smp, Michael, on Twitter. Because why wouldn't we want to break Twitter?"

Chat enthusiastically cheered you on. Your mods were probably half-way close to putting it in money mode, but you just laughed and pulled up Twitter.

Techno stans me @ogpiglin

Everyone wants me to, so now I'm adopting Michael. @Ranboosaystuff and @TubbosLive we are all now Michael's dads.

{《☆》}

You giggled, almost drunkenly, a few hours later. It was almost 3am, but you were having a lot of fun. Glancing over at chat, something you hadn't done in a while, you realize chat was excitedly yelling about Tubbo and Ranboo being in chat.

"Oh?" You raise an eyebrow to chat. "Apparently my fellow dads are in chat."

"Welcome!" You spin in your chair, flinging your hands into the air before you wobbily clutch your desk to stop a few seconds later. "I should probably vip you two. Give me a second... and done!"

Instantly, the duo spams "check discord".

Getting the message to check discord, you pull it up to see a pair of friend requests from them.  Accepting instantly, you send a quick "hi".

A bit awkward. Especially since you're suddenly being roped into helping them raise Micheal in the dsmp.

{《☆》}

[I found a photo from late 2020 that reminded me that my cavetown obsession was so unhealthy that I had been in their top 1% on spotify. Twas the good ol' days, sigh.]

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HAPPY DREAM DAY

❤ Little Flame

[2900+]

[he/him pronouns]

Description: The demonic kingdom of Ouphara is your home, as the prince should know no other. But now that home is full of a bunch of stuffy old humans. You'll tolerate them though, only because your precious twin flame BadBoyHalo is with them. (Badboyhalo x male reader)

[Read the rest under the cut]

{《☆》}

You lounge across your older sisters bed, her annoying highness sitting at her dresser as she applied some of the human makeup she recently took a liking to.

"I don't get why we even need to host the festival when we could've had one at the overworld like we usually do." You said, vocally complaining as you have been for the last half hour.

"The council said a festival would help human relations. We want them as allies, remember." She put extra emphasis on 'allies'.

"Besides," she adds on. "Your Twin Flame will he there, is he not? Sir Halo?"

You brighten up instantly, remembering your little flame's letter about coming to visit. He even provided his dressing colours, to match. "He is. Arriving with the humans and leaving a day after the Archangels." Exactly 13 days.

Your sister nodded in approval. Anna and Bad had always had an odd and complicated relationship, leaning towards hate-filled respect for one another. You aren't very sure when or how it started, just that it did. If Bad hadn't stayed at least a week, Anna would use it as an excuse to ban him from the kitchen for his entire life.

"Now, Y/N, when the humans get here you'll be on your best behaviour, you hear me?" She very much threatens you. Then in a quieter but still warning tone, she whispers. "We don't want a repeat of your 7th Circle dance when you-"

"I will literally choke you in your sleep, ᓭ⍑⚍ℸ ̣ ⚍!¡ Anna!" You yell, your eyes shine with magic even if you'd never actually hurt her.

Anna rolls her eyes, (e/c) just like yours and just like your mothers were. She stands with practised grace, smoothing out wrinkles on her suit. It's one of your mother's old ones, her favourite at one point if you recall correctly.

"Both the humans and the Nephilim should be arriving soon." Anna reminds you. "So hurry down unless you want to miss your little flame."

You fall back against the bed as she leaves, mind filled with ideas of how your reunion could go. He'll walk through the entrance in his dazzling suit with his charming and shy smile and you'll be waiting there for him. Bad would run up to you, his beautiful smile spread wide over his face. When you lean down, pressing your horns together and sharing your flames for the first time in months.

You almost trilled in delight at the thought.

The idea spurred you to dress quicker, excited for your reunion. You hurried past servants who nodded in respect before you left.

You could feel him getting closer, but so was another, smaller, piece of his flame. In the body of another, vaguely human body.

You floated down the stairs, tucking your wings under your cloak. Your sister was already there, greeting early arrivals with an easy smile.

You bounced on your heels, glancing over the shoulder of every person you greeted. Bad and his mini were close, close enough that you should've been able to see him already. He was shorter than you but not that short.

Anna gives you a 'suck-to-suck' look over a diplomats shoulder as you pout. But then she starts grinning. With an amused smirk, she nods to something behind you.

You turn around and see a human-sized Bad walking through the main entrance.

Shrinking wasn't something you usually (or at all) did but if Bad wanted to be tiny you'd play along. You may be a bit enthusiastic about throwing your human-sized self at Bad but he catches you anyway.

"Wha-?" Your little flame was so confused it was adorable.

"Little flame," You trill happily. Knocking your hornless head against his is odd in human form but you hope it still holds the same meaning. "I've missed you!"

Even in human form, you are taller than him, leaning down so that he can knock heads back. Your darling twin flame pulls away after a second, looking over at a tiny gaggle of humans who watch you two with odd eyes.

A tiny human, albeit taller than Bad, was the one who held a piece of Bad's flame. They wore a white headband and a shirt with a flame on it. They looked young with scrappy bits of hair on their jaw.

You gasped, immediately realizing what it meant. You warble excitedly, a strange noise from a human body you're sure, and head to them. They step back but cannot stop your hugging abilities.

"A nestling! Oh, how adorable~!" You cooed, keeping your face soft and comforting. You turn to Bad, your nestling safely tucked into your wing.

He sighs fondly, waving a hand at the humans who had drawn their weapons. "Y/N drop Sapnap."

"But- he's our nestling! A baby flame!" You whined, scratching at your nestling's hair. They melt into it, leaning onto you heavily.

"Sapnap is an adult in human years, Y/N." Bad tries. When he sees it got him nowhere, he tries again. "And he hasn't eaten so if you don't let him go, he can't eat. Then you'll be hurting him."

You squawk in protest, instantly letting your nestling go. Sapnap stumbles back, blinking like an upset child. He looks like he'll try to stumble back over to you before he seems to shake it off.

"What... was that?" A masked human asks. He looks as young as your nestling... "Who are you?"

Bad steps over to you, knocking your heads together briefly. They have a small, shy smile, the one you love so dearly. "This is Y/N, he's my, oh what's the human word... um, soulmate? Yes! Y/N is my soulmate!"

They all seem to blink at the news. Then Sapnap, 'your nestling,' a part of you cooed, starts smiling widely.

"You actually exist!" He laughs. "I thought Dad was just crazy for a while but you're actually real!"

Then he pauses, his face going soft. "So... You're my... other dad? Patér? Baba?"

"You can call me whatever you'd like, baby flame." You may intentionally soothe them with your flame. A nestling's instinct calm near their blood flames. Sapnap is like putty, slinking over to your side slowly.

"Y/N!" Bad yells, startling people around you.

You pout, pulling back. The humans seemed to feel it too and shook it off slowly. "Can we head to the kitchen now? Baby Flame needs to eat."

Bad glances at the rest of the humans. "We have to bring all of my friends."

You frown. Your nestling nods along though so you sigh. "Okay, bring the humans along. But they can't touch anything."

"We won't." The masked one promises. They glare back at a tiny blond and an even tinier goat boy. "Ranboo keep an eye on the other two."

That isn't very reassuring.

You brush it aside, holding hands with Bad. They silently link your fingers together. You offer your flame to him, ready to share in its sacredness even if only for a second.

Bad glanced back at the humans who were trailing you and pulled away. You frowned down at the ground. Well fine then, if he wanted to be like that you'd ignore him too.

Sapnap blinked up at you, still close to your side "So, are you really 12 feet tall?"

You started grinning widely. "Oh, baby flame, I'm 13'7 feet tall."

"That is so cool!" He bounced on his feet. "That's even taller than Dad."

You laughed, "Of course I am! Bad is tiny, even compared to the ᔑ∷ᓵ⍑ᔑリ⊣ᒷꖎᓭ ."

In front of you Bad flushed. You used to constantly tease his short stature but you had also assured him you loved it. But that was of course before he travelled to the overworld.

The half-half one tilted their head at you, eyes wide though that was a permanent condition of most Enders. He looked even younger than your baby flame, you almost wanted to coo. "⊬⍜⎍ ⌇⌿⟒⏃☍?"

"⟟ ☊⏃⋏, ⊬⟒⌇." You did coo softly. Their name was Ranboo if you recalled correctly. He was practically a nestling too, even if not yours. "⍙⊑⟒⍀⟒ ⟟⌇ ⊬⍜⎍⍀ ⊑⏃⎍⋏⏁⟟⋏☌, ⌰⟟⏁⏁⌰⟒ ⍜⋏⟒?"

"⌰⍜⌇⏁." Ranboo warbled, distressed particles falling off of him. "☊⏃⋏'⏁ ⍀⟒⋔⟒⋔⏚⟒⍀."

"Hey!" The tiniest human, the one with horns, glared at you. "What are you saying to him."

He was protective of the tall one, you realized quickly. How cute.

"He is confused. His memory worsens the longer he is away from the ⎅⍀⏃☌⍜⋏ ⋔⍜⏁⊑⟒⍀." You would've kept talking but you all had finally arrived at the kitchen.

The place was bustling, demon's shuffling past you with exotic foods on platters.

A plate of Enderian foods passed by and you spotted Ranboo's eyes trailing after it. You plucked off a chorus fruit, nodding in thanks to the waiter.

"Here, ⌰⟟⏁⏁⌰⟒ ⍜⋏⟒," You handed it to him with your best human smile. Ranboo didn't seem to mind your toothy grin, an excited shine in his lidless eyes.

A tiny blond human peeks out of Ranboo's side like in one of those human cartoons, watching with narrowed eyes. "What're you giving Ranboob?"

"Chorus fruit," You gesture to the plates of food still left. Despite being told not to steal food repeatedly by your sister, you picked up another chorus fruit with a wicked smile. "Try some."

The protective one snatched one too, like a little nestling hoarding food. He even had the little horns too! They shoved it in their mouths, eyes glowing purple before simultaneously they both teleported.

You and Bad snickered like nestlings. As growing flames, you'd give chorus fruit to unsuspecting diplomats. One would think precious little Bad Boy Halo wouldn't do pranks but if only they knew you had been his first target since you were nestlings.

Ranboo giggled too, already aware of what happened. The blond appeared only a few feet to the left, right next to Sapnap. But the horned one went further, seven feet away, onto a mostly empty countertop with one of their feet in human mash potatoes.

"Pff-!" The blond laughed, high pitched and loud. "Look! Your- your freaking foot!"

The horned one glared at the blond, not even lifting his foot out of the mash.

"I mean," Ranboo snickered into his hand. "You do look pretty ridiculous Tubbo."

"I will kill you in your sleep and eat your organs," Tubbo said with a sinister smile. Then they tilted their head to the golden one. "And Tommy, stop laughing at Ranboo or you'll be next."

Tommy went stock still. It was hilarious how terrified he was of someone so tiny.

"Nestling- Baby Flame!" You interrupt, calling out to Sapnap. He blinked up at you, all soft edges and warm colours. "Come eat, ʖᔑʖ|| ⎓ꖎᔑᒲᒷ ."

"And you too," You turn towards Ranboo. "Growing flames cannot feast on air."

Ranboo stares, his head tilted like a confused hell-hound. "More fruit?"

Tubbo and Tommy saddled up to Ranboo's sides. "More fruit." It wasn't a question and that probably amused you more.

You glanced to the side where the piglin and the angel stand; the angel golding up a human who looked horribly bored. "Would you like something too?"

"Yes!" The human said, pushing their glasses back.

"Wil, I don't-!"

"Shh! Don't decline the free food, birdza," Wil said happily, having already flipped Phil's cloak over their eyes. They go oddly still until the piglin sighs and flips it back over. Phil blinks rapidly like he just suddenly woke up.

"Birdza," Tommy and Tubbo whisper in unison. "Crowfather, crowfather, crowfather."

The most ironic part might be that Phil was obviously a Raven. You give Bad a look that makes him giggle, "Well, help yourself to anything."

"Are you sure we're allowed to eat this?" The pretty brown-haired human asked, peeking over Tubbo's shoulder. They had a cute little mushroom pin that matched with Sapnaps. How cute!

"Of course we can. Who's gonna tell their prince no." You wave your hand dismissively. Turning back to the counter, you pick up a platter of golden apples; safe for every species.

"What?!?" Most of them yelled even Tommy who had already shoved a golden apple in his mouth. Sapnap stared at you in disbelief. "You're a prince?"

You blink, "Yes? You didn't know this?"

"Well, you didn't tell them, you silly muffinhead!"Bad shook his head like he was any better.

"You didn't tell them either! ᒲᒷᔑリ╎ᒷ !" You pout, you sulk over to Sapnap. It's easier to force nestlings to eat than it is arguing with Bad. For someone so short, he held a lot of stubbornness. You shove the golden apples in Sapnap's face. "Eat."

He picks it up slowly, turning to the brunet. "Want one, George?"

"Sure," They shrug, unphased. They pluck it out of Sapnap's hand but it's done so easily that you're sure they've done it before. Sapnap then plucks another two golden apples off the platter. Your nestling takes a large bite out of one before he moved to hand it to the masked one. Sapnap bumps both of their shoulders and your grin widens.

You had suspected a bond! How pleased you were to be right.

Quickly the golden apples were taken until only two were left. You spotted Ranboo and his friends picking at more chorus fruit. You look toward Bad. After a second's hesitation, you hand Bad a golden apple. He looks at it, face soft but still guarded.

Slowly, scared like a skeleton cat, he held out a hand to you. With gentle movement, he pulls you closer. His human hands are rough, calloused as they rub circles into your hips. It tickles in a way, the light hold that lingers over your skin. You hardly realized human skin was that sensitive until now. Bad goes closer until your foreheads are pressed together in a way your horns would never allow, a gentle rumbling in his chest so soft that even you can barely hear it.

He doesn't say anything, just holds your waist like he's scared you'll pull away. You could if you wanted to. It's warm being held in his arms, a weird sort of warmth compared to the burning heat that powers everyone in the Nether. It feels so nice, being held. He croons softly, a childish little noise that makes your insides gooey.

"M'sorry about earlier," he mutters to you, just for you. You can feel his flames flickering in his chest, gentle as they curl around his fingertips and press into your skin. His flames cannot hurt you, you've always known, and as they spread across your skin like soft kisses you can almost hear the apology they are giving you too. "I'm still- I know we aren't growing flames anymore but I still feel like we're back in the Academy with those mean muffin heads. I'm scared even though I know they'd never... But I'm still sorry."

"It hurt when you rejected me earlier." You say, not to add to his guilt but because you're being honest. "But I know what you mean. Apology accepted, little flame."

"Not little," he mutters half-heartedly. He nuzzles his nose into yours, truly like a skeleton cat. You brush your own flame over his arm, fingers wrapped around gentle human skin as you brush swirls of flames and embers that flicker around his arm. It curls around his shoulder, invisible to everyone but you two.

Or, you suddenly realized, three. Well, Sapnap politely keeps silent about it so you let it go on for another few seconds before pulling back. Bad smiles at you, his little fangs peeking out.

"Your royal highness," A chef calls to you, flour and something unnamed dirtying her apron. "Her Majesty the Queen has asked for you and your companions to head to the dining hall. And-" she hesitates, "her majesty would like Sir Halo to know that when the festivities are over she will, uh, beat his ass in the courtyard for not saying hello to her."

You cackle in glee, excitedly clapping your hands together. "Oh what a sight that will be." Turning towards the humans, you smile widely. "Well now, let's not dawdle. Anna is what you humans call a bitch when angry!"

They follow easily, in a quiet line behind you and Bad as you hum a demonic tune to yourself. When you reach the large doors to the dining hall, propped open enough for you to spot your sister in her golden throne.

"Alright Bad, time to morph!"

The humans can hardly ask or even say anything before you and Bad start rapidly growing. Now you're sure they've seen Bad morph at least once or twice, but the way they're staring at you is a bit awkward. It's like they've never seen any other human-Esque being suddenly multiplied in height.

With a wicked grin, you stretch your wings. The leather is so uncomfortable when it sticks together so the moment cool air brushes past them, you sigh happily. "Alright, let's go!"

The humans blink before they seemingly shake it off. Sapnap grins up at you as he passes through the doors ahead of you, truly your baby flame is the cutest.

Soon it is just you and Bad. Finally, you pull him closer and knock your horns together. He trills happily, lovingly. As you pull apart, you brush a sharp nailed finger across his cheek. "Welcome back, little flame."

"Glad to be back," he says before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. It makes your flames grow soft as he pulls away with flame lit cheeks. The phantom feeling of his apple flavoured taste on your tongue makes you impatient for the dinner to end. "Let's go before Anna sends guards after us again."

"I'd freeze her if she tries," You say even as you head towards the doors. Bad rolls his eyes at you but he still links his fingers through yours.

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[This is my longest fic... I wrote it all in my notebook... I hate all of you /lh]

[I can't remember what I've told you guys and what I haven't but I'm back in school so free time for me is sporadic, especially since my doggo gave birth to 4 puppies. I'm mainly focusing on rewriting my outline for Distance so everything I'll post is like pre written from before I hated my plot line.]

[N e ways I did a lot of "worldbuilding" for demons while simultaneously not knowing a thing about demons. I am not a religious person. I am simply pulling things from nowhere and also Pinterest.]

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Froggie ❤

[600+ words]

[He/him pronouns]

Description: You and Karl go out to the city to film a vlog. (Karl x M!Reader)

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You swung your arms as you walked, dragging Karl's with you after he interlaced your fingers. It was a fun motion.

He giggled, swinging it further even when it ruined his camera angle. His pretty face was tucked into his frog sweater, the nice green contrasting the pretty pink dusting over his face. Hushed, he giggled and whispered to you. "Hi."

"Hi." You whispered back, instantly giggling like a child. Trying to vlog a day in the city was fun, even if you ruined his hold on his phone every time you swung your arms back and forth. "Where are we going to next, sunshine?"

Karl giggled again, knocking his shoulder against yours. "Well I thought we could visit this one cat cafe downtown..."

"And then we rob them and become crazy cat dads." You nodded along.

"Y/N!" He laughed, high pitched and sweet. He batted at you with his free hand, booping your nose softly. "No stealing the cats."

You pouted, puffing out your cheeks. "Why notttt!"

Karl stopped for a second, turning towards you completely. With his hands still enveloped in his sweaters he put them on either side of your face. Then, face still completely stoic, and smushed your cheeks together. "Squish." Then he started giggling like a mad man.

You couldn't help yourself. His laughter was infectious. Karl just had this way of making everything... lighter. Easier. Even the heaviest of boulders were like pebbles to kick when he was by your side.

If he asked you to collect him moondust, you'd already be in a rocketship.

Pressing your noses together, content to just be close, it was your everything. The way he talked always caught your ear and the way he walked left you staring. Karl was captivating. He was warm.

He blew softly on your lips, something he's done before. His breath smelt like citrus and berries and the gum he stole from you earlier. Then, softly, he pressed a sweet kiss.

Moments like these, wrapped around one another, you wouldn't trade them for the world. Peppering small, gentle kisses to his jaw, you pulled him in closer.

Karl laughed softly. He was already melting in your touch. Undoubtedly, you were ruining his footage. Selfishly, you didn't care.

Nuzzling into his cheek, you muttered 'squish'.

"C'mon, moonlight," Karl half-heartedly protested. "We still  have to get to to the uh—uh..."

He trailed off as you brushed your hands down his sides. Uselessly, he tried suppressing his giggles but when you kept dragging across his sides, he couldn't stop.

"No—!" He whined, curled into your chest while also pushing your hands away. "I won't—won't give you any more kisses—! Ack–!"

He curls into himself, hands curled around yours. His hood has fallen back over his eyes but Karl's too busy giggling hysterically to notice. Finally, he interlaced your fingers and exhaled triumphantly.

"Ha!"

"Aww man," You light-heartedly complain. Dragging him a bit closer by his hands, you press a kiss to Karl's knuckles. "You're so cute when you giggle."

Karl dragged down his frog hood even more, covering his entire face. You could practically still see the ear splitting grin, the perfectly imperfect one you've fallen in love with, and you laughed.

"You're so mean to me, Y/N." He huffed. Finally remembering his phone Karl pulled it out of his pocket and shook his head at you mockingly. "I can't believe you've done this. It stopped recording, Y/N. I have no content! I'm irrelevant now, I can't show my face in public anymore—"

"Okay, sunshine," You cut him off with a light laugh. "I get your point. We can head to the cats now."

Puffing his cheeks out, Karl stuck his tongue out at you.

With no other option, you stuck your tongue out back.

Giggling, you laced your hands again and started walking.

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[I've been procrastinating doing my English and Spanish hw agdjagjf why do I do this to myself. I have to finish Lord of The Flies and write about how the conflict was resolved but also finish an essay that I only have the introduction to. My Spanish hw seems easy but agekgaif I have so many regrets.]

[N e ways I've managed to get my sister to watch LDShadowLady's Last Life series so hopefully they like it because last life is my current lover /j only watched grian and Scott's pov tho :/]

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