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a/n: goodbye is back baby! a little filler and the last chapter will be longer!

summary: fears.

warnings: semi- religious talk, cursing, crying, etc.

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THE AIR WAS becoming toxic, every breath y/n drew in was suffocating. at some points it became so much that they wanted to plug their nose and die.

the sight was sickening, it almost made them feel bad. Tubbo had no right to have their sympathy but yet he had it in his grasp like he owned it.

they had to thank whatever god was above that ranboo had focused on anything but them, one more word spoken would make them spiral. it was hard to think and a fog devoured their mind.

“don’t even think about lying,” he had tubbos face in his grimy hands. forcing his wandering eyes to his purple ones.

tubbo chokes, he debates if it’s a good idea to risk y/ns’ safety even more because- if he did tell ranboo the truth he would discard dreams words and bring them back dead. Or, he would die and who would get Michael?

he lets out a shaky sigh, ranboos eyes grazed his face like a hawk watching its prey, looking for any sign of vulnerability.

“well?” ranboo questions after a beat of silence.

“I-“ he gulps, the pressure of ranboo hand around his face increases with each word. “I had to,” ranboo moves his hand and tightens it around tubbos neck, he yelps at the contact.

“I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me, I had to- please.” his voice is muffled by sobs, thankfully ranboo had some vendetta against tears and retracted his hand back with a scoff wiping it against his shirt. tubbo takes the opportunity to step back and gulp in much needed air.

“you switch up fast y’know? one second you are all for turning y/n to dream and then you're,” he gestures to tubbo who was hunched over the table with a nasty look “this.”

he tuts and turns towards y/n whose glare hardened every-time he moved, if looks could kill he’d be long gone. he takes long steps toward them and shoved them against the wall. they felt the stone piercing their skin, going far enough to draw blood.

scratch what they thanked before, fuck the god that was on duty right now. the sheer pain flowing the rough their body was unbearable, if their pain tolerance was any lower their brain probably would’ve shut down and they’d pass out.

ranboo gives them a frown, scanning their face like he did once before to tubbo. “you look so sad,” he comments fixing their wild hair in place, like how a cat would groom its kitten when they first give a breath of life.

y/n gives a low rumble, pure hatred laced their words “no shit.”

ranboo giggles but he falters “you know what this means right? you gotta come with me. dream has been waiting for you and you can’t disappoint the master.”

what kind of messed up stuff is going on here?

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” they muster up what ever saliva they could produce in their body and spit, directly into his face. “fuck you.”

his whole demeanor changes in a instant, he drops the hand from their hair and wipes the spit off and it lands on the floor with a splat. he watches it falls and shakes his head. "y/n," he sighs grabbing a handkerchief from his pocket and ridding his hand of the fluid, "I just want to let you know that you made this difficult-"

spoilers to SPIDERMAN: NWH

peter parker(TH) x reader

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(this is the first time I have ever wrote a spiderman fanfiction, just to get that out of the way.)

EVERYTHING HAPPENED SO FAST, the scaffolding that was connected to the rebuilt statue of liberty came crashing down. MJ held on tightly to one of the metal bars somewhat stabilizing herself as the boards beneath caved in. Ned held on tightly to you as everything shook.

"I wont let go of you." He breaths trying to stop you from slipping off the edge.

gasping, you unconsciously hold onto his arm tighter. "yeah I'd hope not."

All the spidermen where occupied with fighting off their own villains, the sound of webs being shot and metal clanking bounced off lady liberties copper surface and into the sky. You couldn't run, the portal was to far away and the chances of being tangled up in a fight or falling off on the boards were just too high. The only thing you could do was stand still like dolls and pray you didn't die. Or until one of the peters could save you.

Your body was fatigued and feeble, your grip on Ned weakened. Running from high teched villains with superpowers not even a normal being would believe could get tiring after awhile. With no food in your system the feeling of fainting lingered in the back of your mind.

but there was no time to faint now.

Neds hand began to clam up and you slipped slightly making you let out a shriek, grabbing on tighter. you look up terrified as the boards around you came crashing down on top of each other like dominos. You slip again and your heel dangles off the side of the wood. MJ turns her head at the sound.

"I got you," he says backing up slowly trying to give you some space even though there was not a lot available. "I got you." beads of sweat build on his forehead, he himself was growing tired, you could tell. He doesn't seem to have enough strength to hold the both of you up but he was trying.

"Ned I-" your words get cut off by the intense shaking of everything around you. One minute you are in the grasp of Ned, feeling somewhat secure and safe and the next you feel yourself flying the air. You opened your eyes, when did I close them, and see the pure terror that flood Ned and MJs' faces as Neds' outstretched hand reaches for you, but you were to far

gone.

A scream rips through your mouth as you freefall, with nothing around you to stop yourself you had no hope. Were you ready to die? Were you ready for everything to be over just like that? You were only 17 will big plans ahead, you wanted a job, a house, a well working car, a husband, peter.

where was he when you needed him?

the sound of MJs' cries float into your eardrums as you continue to fall, its not how the movies made it out to be, it was peaceful, calm. You knew you were going to die and you just, accepted it.

You let your body go limp.

Somewhere on the Liberty peter continues to fight Doc Oct and manages to knock him back, giving him enough time to run. He huffs and swings around a pole, hitting doc in the face with a web and landing on his feet. He was bloodied and bruised, his rib cage still trying to heal itself from earlier.

Something isn't right. A weird tingling sensations coats his body like a blanket as he stops and listens. The hairs on his arm raises as he slowly stands. Sadness he feels, and misery. He hasn't felt this since earlier when May died, and since finding and making friends with different versions of himself he felt happy. So why now?

"Y/N!" he heard MJ scream over the sounds of grunting and clanging. She was looking over the edge clutching her chest as sobs racked her body.

oh god.

He dodges Docs' tentacle. He knew this day was coming yet he really wished it didn't. He couldn't lose you, not now and not ever.

He had heard the devastating stories of his doppelgänger lovers, different versions of you and yet he thought he could re-write the story and save you. To hold you in his arms and apologize for ever getting you into this mess in the first place. He should have just listened to Strange. But like May said; With great power comes great responsibilities.

and if he couldn't save you he would be responsible.

He swan dives off of the wood, pushing himself forward to give himself a boost to get towards you quicker. He was so close, he could smell the perfume you wear in the air as you both continue to descend further.

He reached a hand out to you, trying to grab onto your blouse. A metal clanking sound nears peter and in seconds he was ripped away from you.

"NO!" he screams banging on the metal arm trying to land a punch on Docs' face.

Your were going to die because of him.

I'm so sorry for the wait, huge writers block to little motivation!

summary: ranboo finds them.

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“RANBOO? what are you doing here?" tubbo asks stepping forward slightly, the smile on his face wavers, he's nervous. he watches as Ranboo folds back his cuffs to clip it onto the sleeves.

"what do you think?" he sneers, "I wanted to be apart of our family reunion." he walks over to the table, past y/n who backed up so much they ran into the wall. ranboo didn't even give them a glance. he picks up the teapot that was left alone, grown cold and flavorless` and pours himself a drink in unused cup next to it.

y/n stares at him as he makes himself at home. pulling out a chair just to slouch in it and prop his feet up. the soles of his shoes were torn up and discolored. at the heel was a tiny smiley face which looked to be craved in with some kind of wood chip.

every second that he was here was a second y/n got more pissed. they watch as he toys with an abandoned crumb, moving it around like a pawn on a chessboard.

they always loved chess.

tubbo shifts his weight on his toes and coughs, bringing the attention towards him. ranboo leans his head in tubbos direction but his gazes is stuck strong on y/n, who was picking at the hem of their jumper sleeve, refusing to look at ranboo.

"how has your day been ranboo?" tubbo inquires going to sit on the opposite side of him, in y/ns' spot. he crosses his legs and reaches across the table to grab his tea but doesn't sip it.

he's comfortable.

too. comfortable.

ranboo clears his throat and looks at him through his eyelashes, his glasses shift on his nose and slides down, so much you can see his whole eyebrow but just a tiny section of his eye.

he laughs and shakes his head "well when I woke up to find the bed empty and the house cold I was upset to say the least," he flicks the crumb he had been playing with across the room. "and when I found out where my husband had slipped away to I was," he puts his feet on the floor and leans his body onto the table, "disappointed I-"

"how did you find me?" y/n interjects standing behind tubbo who was nervously looking between the both of them.

ranboo looks at y/n, an indescribable glint shines in his eyes and for a split second his ears turn downward. he takes his elbows off the table and sits up straight, "well hello you." he starts smiling lightly "I didn't know when you would say something."

y/n repeats themselves but this time the tone is stern, demanding.

seconds go by before anything is said, ranboo contemplates telling them the truth while tubbo bites at his nails not looking at anyone.

ranboo sighs and wipes off his hands from the cookie grease, "I found the napkin you gave to tubbo the day we left from techno's, he had left it on the kitchen counter on accident," he looks at tubbo who had turned his body completely away from the two, "but I'd like to say he did it on purpose." ranboo mumbles picking at his hands and staring at the wall behind y/n.

they scoff "okay? but that still doesn't explain how you found this place, I made sure nobody could track me down..." they look at tubbo who was avoiding eye contact, his posture rigid. "unless.." their voice trails off.

ranboo smirks and stands to his feet, the sounds of the chair scraping the floor bounces off the wall. "unless?" he repeats walking towards tubbo.

he couldn't have. he wouldn't have.

"unless he told you were I was." they watch as ranboo places a hand on tubbos shoulder and in response he tenses up.

"there's your answer."

the ground and the ceiling starts spinning, all the air had left their lungs as they try to find where the wall was. They trip over the rug and almost fall to the ground. tubbo stands up.

"y/n, be careful." tubbo goes to help them but they slap his hand away.

"no! stay away from me!" they gasp trying to find some distance between them.

"its not what it seems!" tubbo tries to reason but y/n plugs their ears using their tail to swipe at tubbo.

"YES IT IS!" they huff, "you lied to me, put me in danger. and after all the things you told me you still thought it was a good idea to stay."

tubbo steps forward to begin talking but ranboo pushes him out the way and turns to him instead.

"tubbo," he says looking at him, the air grows cold and so does his voice, "what did you tell them?"

he try's to defend himself but nothing comes out of his mouth, he looks like a fish out of water. sweat started dripping from his forehead.

he cant come up with anything.

"I'm going to ask you again," ranboo takes a step forward and bends down at tubbos height, his voices echos and booms throughout the room, he no longer sounds like himself. "what did you tell them.”

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Ranboo opened the spruce door with a bang. everything in the house shook as he threw his things onto the hard wood floor in anger.

Tubbo shuffles into the house hand in hand with Michael as the child looks at his angered father in confusion. he looks up at tubbo who slowly puts Michael behind him in a trance.

“Ranboo it’ll be alright, we’ll get y/n back-“ tubbo starts leaving Michael at the door to try and calm his husband down with a soft pat on the back.

Ranboo huffs in anger. in a blink of a eye tubbo is halfway across the room cowering as ranboos once green and red eyes turn a dark shade of purple that glows in the darkness.

“SHUT UP TUBBO!” He yells throwing a small wooden table that barely missed Michael "YOU KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF WE DONT GET THEM BACK! HE WILL BE UPSET! HE WILL RUIN EVERYTHING WE HAVE AND TAKE MICHAEL WAY FROM US! DO YOU REALLY WANT THAT TO HAPPEN?!" he walks over to Tubbo who was propped up on his arms lying on the floor.

tears falls down his cheeks. he shakes his head rapidly. "N-No..NO! Ranboo please you're doing it again. You're going to scare Michael away!"

Ranboo whips around to see the child holding himself in shaking arms. Michael was too focused on looking at Tubbo in concern instead of the tall black and white man walking towards him. "dad? what's going on?"

all Tubbo could do is shake his head. the sudden feel of a cold hand on his foreman brings him to the person in-front of him making him tilt his head confusion. "papa? w'ats wrong with your eyes?"

Ranboo laughs and shakes his head "nothings the matter Michael but, I have a question for you. do I scare you?"

Michael tilts his head and shakes it, "no? am I supposed to be scared?"

Ranboo shakes his head and laughs, "no. I think you should get ready for bed. its getting late and we have big plans for tomorrow! we have to be up bright and early!"

Michael narrows his eyebrows. "okay! goodnight papa! goodnight dad!" Michael bends down to unstrap the velcro on his orange shoes to slip them off, then he shimmes his brown leather jacket and hangs it up on the coat rack to make his way to the ladder.

from the floor Tubbo calls out a soft 'goodnight Mike' and watches as he dissapers to the floor above. once he's gone Tubbo stands up quickly and looks at Ranboo. "are you crazy! I thought we agreed that we'd never let Michael see you like this!"

Ranboo waves Tubbo away dismissively and makes his way to the kitchen for a glass of water "He was bound to find out anyway."

Tubbo scoffs and follows Ranboo into the kitchen rubbing the arm he fell on "mo he wasn't! Michael is just a child! he's going to be traumatized. he's just like you; a scare little boy who just wants to be safe."

Ranboo turns around with a half finished glass of water in his hands. he lifts it up to his mouth while staring at tubbo and downs the rest of it in a single gulp. he places it back on the counter. "I was a child when I first met him. If your worried about safety he'll be fine. you, I, Puffy and Foolish both taught him how to take care of himself. plus we'll be there."

Tubbo shakes his head, "god knows what will happen! you'll probably be under his control while we're there! it's not a good idea!"

particles start to surround Ranboos body as he begins to shake. He takes a deep breath and grabs another cup of water. He takes a few moments until all the particles are gone. "we are going to see him tomorrow and that's final. you know what will happen if we don't go. we aren't going to discuss this any longer. I suggest you get some sleep too, don't want you to be ⏁⟟⍀⟒⎅" he walks off.

Tubbo needs to find a way to stop things from going bad and he needs to talk to y/n, without techno knowing.

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from where technoblade stood he couldn't really see the picture clearly.he steps out onto the porch where the two boys and Michael were to get a closer look. he takes the picture out of Ranboos hands and holds it up to his face.

the photo its self is kind of worn down. yellow and brown coats the material like a blanket and the edging of the photo was ripped and torn. The front photo looked as though it was taken a decade ago. you and your two fathers stood at the beach. smiles wide and arms around eachother, you were placed on a rock in-between the two. ranboo had a arm around your shoulder as tubbo had a arm around your waist. the height difference was comical. it looked as if it could've been photoshopped.

technoblade lets out a displeased grunt and hands the photo back ,"no I haven't. you know that if I ever come into contact with a child they will be deceased in an instant."

"oh?" Tubbo steps up from behind Ranboo carrying Michael on his hip. "So you would kill your own hybrid species? you'd kill Michael?"

"yes."

"oh," This makes tubbo back and stand back behind ranboo as Technoblade glares at Tubbo

"look, you've been dilly dallying for too long. I request your leave, good day." Technoblade steps a foot into the house but right as he goes to shut the door it gets blocked open by a freckled hand.

"Technoblade we came here nicely to come collect our child. We know their here and we know that they told you everything. Please just let us see them and make it up. we feel absolutely terrible, can we just talk to them?" Ranboo had a somber look in his eyes.

Technoblade was going to deny that you were here when a voice appeared from behind laughing.

"Techno! Whats taking you so long? The dishes aren't..going to...finish them..selves." Your speech stops at a halt. In your hands is a damp cotton dish towel, soap suds fall from your arms and hands. Your once dry gray shirt soaked to the brim with soap water. You avoid the onlooking eyes and look up at Technoblade. your tail juts in between your legs. "Tech, what's um- what's going on here?"

Technoblade shakes his head and stares at Ranboos now glowing purple ones. He puts a hand out infront of you. "nothing, go back inside and finish up. I'll be there momentarily"

Ranboos eyes go back to green and purple and fill up with sorrow, "y/n, hey, how have been?"

you narrow your eyes and suck at your teeth.

now they care? it's been weeks since you last heard of them and there's been no calls, no letters, no worried friends knocking on the door looking for you, no search parties, missing posters, nothing. now out of the blue they want to show up when you finally feel happy and loved like they knew you were here the whole time?

"fine. just peachy." You notice Micheal looking at you with arms wide open. your heart breaks a little as he starts to cry for you. you try and ignore him and look back at Ranboo who was already looking at you.

"Y/n...dont be like this, we came here to apologize for what we did, we miss you so much. we miss seeing you greet us at the door, we miss the endless drawings you'd leave at the counter for us to see, we miss your laughter as you played with Michael and the little stories you'd tell him. we missed you. please come back to us."

"I don't know what you're trying to pull here, but it's not gonna work," you scoff and shake your head.

"I'm perfectly content as I am. I'm actually being cared for by someone who actually pays attention to me. I don't eat alone, I don't play alone, I have someone to talk to like i've never had before Michael came. Ever since he had arrived i've been left in the dust and i'm tired of it! I rather be left out on the streets like I was before then be ignore by the people who choose me."

Tubbo hands Michael to Ranboo and step forward, turning his attention towards you. "Y/n please, we'll make it up to you you'll never be alone again-"

"yeah? How will you grantee that? I can't just leave! I've built a bond with Techno like i've always wanted in a paternal figure. You guys gave that AND THEN YOU SNATCHED IT AWAY FROM ME!" you breathe out deeply trying to calm your racing heart. All of the pent up anger and you've had to to deal with for the longest time releases itself.

"I can't leave him, do you understand? I will not turn into the people you are. I'm not abandoning him like you guys did to me.That's final. I'm sorry that your plan to 'win me back' didn't work. I'm going back inside." before you step a foot into the cottage you turn back around to Michael one last time. leaning in you wipe his tears away and kiss his cheek delicately "goodbye Michael."

Even if Michael is the reason for everything he still doesn't deserve to be left without a goodbye.

Michael looks at you with sad eyes and you get a good look at him for the first time. his pink cheeks are dusted red, tears drip from his eyes as he cries.

you walk back into the house with your head held high.You didn't even feel a slight pinch of remorse for what you did. sure, you may be sad later but at least now your cared for and happy.

A few minutes later as you sat on the couch you could no longer hear the heated conversation of the adults talking. Technoblade emerges from the kitchen door and stands there looking at you with arms crossed.

"why?"

"huh?" you turn around to see his confused yet impressed expression. "why what?"

"why you do it? why did you want to stay?" he walks towards you and puts both hands on the head of the couch.

you sigh, "I've realized something in my time of staying here Technoblade,"

"wherever you are, that's where my home is. thank you for being there."

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your shoulders shake severely as you trudge through the cold tundra Technoblade called home. it had to have been days since you began walking. running out of food and going off of the little water you happened to have on you, your demise felt as if it was growing closer and closer. Pulling the wool sweater across your body tighter, you look behind you as deep boot tracks follow your every step. from what you could see, the trail went on for miles.

You shudder as your thoart becomes tight, you gasp lightly as you struggle to unscrew the cap of the metal canister that contained your water. hastily you drop all the items into the snow and frantically open the container to reveal that there was but a single drop of water left.

"dang it." you hoarsely utter moving to pick up the items to sling them across your back. "I need more water, if I don't get it will stop me from going on. I dont want to die alone." but how? water looking around for a moment you take in the white surroundings. Everything within a 10 mile radius is dead and all of what had been the ponds were all frozen up.

you look down at your feet, the snow started melting around the heat of your shoes. wait, melting? when the snow melts you can drink that water, it may not be filtered but it's going to have to do.

You bend down sideways and scoop as much of the snow you could get into the canister. Once you got that fresh colored snow into the bottle it started melting within a few minutes. This should last you awhile until you get to your destination;

Technoblades house.

Technoblade had just finished fixing mutton broth for his dinner when he heard a weak knock on his door. he stops moving and listens closely, careful to not make any sound. He gently puts the giant rusted pot back onto the oven top to reach behind him and grab his netherite sword, but, he doesn't take it out. instead he keeps a hand on the grip and another on the scabbard. theres another knock followed by a weak 'hello?'. Technoblade tip toes to the door. He opens the peep hole to see a small child, with lips blue and skin pale trying their best to keep warm in the arctic weather.

'they couldnt hurt me, ill see what they want and if they mean harm i'll retaliate'

he opens the door just an enough for you to look up and see a icy stare back. but thats' not makes you back up. when you look down you see that his sword is merely inches away from your neck.

you put your shaking hands up in defense. "H-heyy Technoblade," you stutter, "long time no talk, amiright?"

"Who are you?"

you scoff "you dont know who I am? Surely my fathers have talked to you about me right?"

Technoblade backs up and opens the door wider, his eyebrows narrowed. from what you could see from behind his big stature, he was just getting ready for dinner, "are you...Michael?"

this makes you scoff harder, "no. I'm the other child, but I guess you wouldn't know who that is." you shake your head and put out your hand. "Hello Technobalde, I'm Y/n Boo, The first child of Ranboo and Tubbo. Nice to finally meet you."

When you first came in he was skeptical, he didn't know if you were with the butchers gang trying to kill him. So, he asked Philza to conform if you were what you said you were. Philza already knew who you were. he sat you down with a nice bowl of the mutton broth he had prepared before and gave you multiple bowls and many cups of water. he had said it was because 'He didnt want to have a child die somewhere it was not his hands.' okay, technobalde.

after that Techno allows you to stay at his home. Of course without explaining why you were there in the freezing cold with barely anything on you. you told him your story, you told him everything that had lead you up to this point. you expressed and explained how heart broken you were that your fathers no longer loved you. and he listened, he listened for hours on end as you sobbed your heart out. there were many tears, many unwanted hugs and soothing words.

in all honesty Techno saw himself in you. He had felt what you felt. the feeling of being unwanted and unloved in somewhere he grew up in his whole life. to him, that was the only reason he let you stay.

It had been a couple of weeks of you living at his house when there was knock of his door.

"please don't let this be another runaway." he comments throwing a towel over his shoulder to wipe his hands off. prior to the knock, you and him had been washing the dishes from the night before.

"hey! I heard that!" You yell from the kitchen throwing a small amount of water to the pigs.

He lets out a small laugh. walking up to the door he felt a sense of deja vu when looking out of the peephole. but, something felt off.

out stood there in the freezing cold was the three people he hadn't wish to see since you came.

"Technoblade! Nice to see you, we are looking for our child, have you seen them?" A photo of you and two others appeared.

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