But What If He Didn't Incase Tommy Sees That He Has A Disk And Thinks He's Working With Dream

Not serious lmao

Ranboo becomes president

Tommy becomes VP

Techno feels betrays because government

Ranboo makes 2 degrees

1. Tommy is allowed in L'Manberg

2. Techno can do whatever the hell he wants

Random story

Tw//

Fighting

Bruises

Possible derealisation?

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At the Syndicate Meeting Area...

“Remember that Snowchester place we checked out a few weeks ago?”

Earlier...

Ranboo had been confused when he got an emergency call from Phil saying how there was an important meeting and it was imperative that he came but he ran over from Snowchester, leaving a still-sleeping Tubbo in their bed (having decided on a shared bed for their mansion after the constant nightmares the duo had from their pasts - allowing them to comfort the other quicker as well as it was easier for them to snuggle with Michael).

He mistaken the lava that he needed to jump into to reach said base, “I really need to write that down”, again but eventually reached the meeting place, finding him to be the last one to arrive, “I came as soon as I heard. What’s up?”

“Remember that Snowchester place we checked out a few weeks ago?”

It was obvious that Ranboo was shocked, he tried to hide it but he wasn’t very good about it, “What about Snowchester?” He asked, pulling out his communicator under the table - ready to message Tubbo as soon as he could.

“It’s became a...problem. We think it’s forming a government and so we have to take it out. First, we need to find something, anything that Tubbo holds dear enough for him to sacrifice his last life.”

Too frozen to move. Too frozen to even warn his platonic husband about the incoming threats. Not too frozen to acknowledge the hands in front of his face to snap him out of his trance, “Wha-what?”

“We asked if you know anything that could help us against the government?”

“Uhh...I need to go feed my animals.” He says before running out of the meeting and straight towards Snowchester. Unknowingly, the other people who he had been meeting with followed him. Followed him all the way to the secret.

He only noticed them when he turned around, after hearing Michael’s confused snort, in Michael’s bedroom and saw all three of them barricading the doors to the exit, “Oh no...”

“So you do know something about Tubbo and decided to hide it from us?”

Knowing that there was nothing he could do, he held Michael close to him and tried to get as much comfort as he could, “This is Michael B- Beloved, mine and Tubbo’s son. He’s adopted from the nether. Found him at the bottom of a lava lake and nobody was helping him, he followed us home.”

“I didn’t need his life story, the only time you’re allowed in Snowchester is to get your stuff then you’re never to set foot in Snowchester again.”

“I-I understand...” He waited until they left to set Michael down and quickly left the room. He knew that the stress from Techno’s visit and protecting Michael and Tubbo wasn’t good until he was alone but it was taking over. The enderstate had taken Dream’s voice because from what he had heard, Dream was the big bad guy. The source of nightmares. The juxtapositional irony. The guy named Dream giving people nightmares. He knew that the enderstate wasn’t good news but he didn’t know how bad until now. He had shown violence in the enderstate before but never up to death.

Which is why he didn’t expect to come out of the enderstate with Tubbo bloody and bruised but breathing. Immediately, he started panicking and the panic began to build until, instead of the enderstate, he gained purple particles and teleported him and Tubbo to Puffy. He didn’t explain what happened but Puffy took him anyways and began to clean him up. He quickly left to go see Michael and bring him to Puffy so he is safe and looked after. Soon after Michael was safe with Puffy, he didn’t stay like he probably should’ve but he ran. He knew he couldn’t go to Snowchester or Artic Commune so the next best place is the place where he first met the Dream voice.

He vowed never to return to this place but desperate times count for desperate measures and his desperate measure was making sure he never hurt his family again. Signs on the entrance we’re replaced by obsidian. More signs were placed to remind him of what he did. It was inevitable but after half an hour of him trapped in that box, the voice appeared.

“You almost killed him.”

“You showed them Michael”

“You only have me.”

“We can be friends.”

“They messed with your memory book, made you believe that they didn’t hurt you. Didn’t betray you. Dream was your only friend but you turned against him. They want him to be alone.”

The voice repeatedly stating lies after lies with sprinkles of truth to give Ranboo the doubt the voice needed to get into his head. Ranboo had soon realised what the voice was doing and tried to escape but breaking the obsidian with his hand was basically impossible and Ranboo was twisted to the will of the voice.

Tubbo has woken up soon after Ranboo had left, thanks to the health pots he was practically back to normal, “Ranboo?! Ranboo!” He called, remembering what the enderman had done but forgave him after he saw the dullness in Ranboo’s eyes showing that he wasn’t in control. “He left once he brought Michael here, I thought he would’ve returned but he didn’t.” Puffy had informed him while handing him the zombie piglin child.

Tubbo held him close but passed him back to Puffy, “I need to find Ranboo, can you watch him til I get back?” Puffy knew best not to anger Ranboo or Tubbo when it came to their other half or child so she quickly agreed and decided to bring Michael to see Michelle.

First stop was Snowchester, it took a awhile to search the mansion and his old base but there was no sign of Ranboo.

Next stop was the worst stop but he knew he needed the extra hands.

Quickly, he made his way to the Artic Commune but, unlucky for him, it was the one day Phil and Techno were working on a build outside. He tried to sneak to Ranboo’s old house but was quickly caught, “Tubbo we see you there, mate.”

Sighing, he went over to the duo, “I’m looking for Ranboo. He was in his enderwalk state and hurt me, a lot, but he got me somewhere safe before he disappeared. I’ve checked Snowchester and decided to look here because he counted here as his home.”

“If Ranboo’s missing then we should find him.”

“No, he is probably exploring.”

“Techno, I know you’re upset about him keeping a big secret from us but his life could be in danger.”

“This is more than a secret Phil! He betrayed us for a government!”

“We didn’t even know they were forming a government! You just assumed because Tubbo was a former president, he didn’t even want the position. It was basically forced on him. From what I could hear before I found Wilbur that day, it went from Wilbur to Tommy to Tubbo. You look at him like I did Wilbur when he first came here. You think hes like your son and that’s alright but you can’t just not try and save him because he founded a family.”

“...Fine. We search the SMP but once he’s found, he’s not welcome anymore.”

To say it was awkward is an understatement, it seemed like the longest trip to the SMP ever! Eventually they made it and began searching for the enderman.

They talked to a bunch of members who were enjoying their time but none of them had seen Ranboo today.

An hour later...

They met up at the community house and began walking to talk about potential locations but it soon directed into a different topic, “Michael has a middle name, Ranboo chose it. He said it was an ender tradition for their child’s middle names to be related to someone special to them but I’m not sure who Michael’s middle name relates to.”

“What is it?”

“Billium. Michael Billium Beloved.”

Techno immediately looked to Phil who seems sheepish, “I may have told him that your real name is Billium.” “You- ugh I’ve given up on trusting people with my secrets.” Techno groans and notices a black figure near the prison and walks over to it.

Flurries of purple surrounded Techno but he wasn’t teleported but instead the figure came closer, the particles were the only thing stopping Techno from moving. Soon enough, Techno could make out the figure.

Ranboo.

The figure was Ranboo.

Ranboo was the one near the prison and, from the looks of it, had made a big hole in the side of the prison.

Unfortunately for them, the enderstate had made Ranboo very aggressive and he began to attack Techno, causing Phil and Tubbo to try and stop him.

Inside, Ranboo screamed. He tried to stop the enderstate from hurting his friends and husband. It ended up with Techno being bruised and Phil with a broken arm and multiple bruises before the enderstate turned to Tubbo. That caused a distress in the control. Showed through the hesitant actions made by Ranboo and his dull eyes flashing like a a robot running out of batteries. One hit. One hit is all it took on Tubbo for Ranboo to take control but seemed to be struggling.

Tubbo seemed to see how Ranboo was acting now and went over to try and encourage Ranboo to take control, “Ranboo come back to us, come on Ranboo.”

“Tubbo get Sam, Sam can help. Please just get Sam.” He begs then begins calling for Sam, which Tubbo tried to stop but it was in vain as Sam came running, “Ranboo wha-? Why are you shouting?” Sam asks panicked. “Get Tubbo away, get them all away. Lock me up Sam. It’s gonna hurt things.”

“I...”

Does Sam lock up Ranboo or do they work things out?

Find out never because I’m sleep deprived and worked on this during Puffy’s stream. None of this is canon and I believe I got the Billium name from an image on Tumblr but can’t remember the @.

Hope you enjoyed and sorry for this being long, those in the tag. I’m on mobile and can’t add a continue reading.

Ranboo could be the one to save Tommy at this point, I hope Tommy still trusts him

Honestly, I want Ranboo to be a big part of this new arc, I love him so much - hes my favourite comfort streamer

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Broken Pieces

pairing: Sam x Gabriel (platonic)

word count: 1254

summary: Sam takes care of Gabriel once Dean and Ketch leave

warnings: mentions of torture and blood

A/N: Coda for 13x17, I hope this is good cause I’m never really happy with my writing but ppl seem to like it for some reason so here you go. Dedicated to all the Sabriel shippers

Sam stared at the golden rift recapping everything that had happened that day: battled an ancient tentacle goddess, Ketch was back -again- and claiming to be on their side, which he wasn’t buying for one second, and Dean was in the apocalypse world with him of all people. But last and not least the archangel Gabriel, who they believed was dead for years, was back and sitting in a chair a few feet away from him, or at least the broken pieces left behind by Asmodeus. Sam wondered what happened to him, where he was all these years, what Asmodeus did to him that was so bad it broke him so much, how long he was in hell for. He wasn’t sure if Gabriel remembered him that well, or even at all. He had many questions but the last thing he wanted to do right now was overwhelm him. They weren’t so different if he thought about it, both were tortured in hell for long periods of time, assuming the state Gabriel was in he had to be there for a while, and Sam knows how that feels. How something like that changes you, what it does to you mentally, how you can recover but never truly be the same again.

 Sam also knew Gabriel would want some peace, not interrogation. He was in no state for that. The poor guy wasn’t even talking but you can’t blame him, he needs time to heal and Sam will offer him all the time he needs. The trickster God who loved sweets he once knew was most likely gone, hopefully not forever, but Sam could tell just by looking into his eyes. The beautiful hazel showed so much fear and pain, it was heartbreaking. And he wanted nothing more but to help him, give him a safe space, let him talk about his trauma. Give him everything Sam wished he could have had with his own experience. The worst thing you could do is bottle it all up, and that’s what Sam did, so he will make sure Gabe doesn’t.

After snapping out of his thoughts and giving the rift one more wary glance praying nothing would come through other than his brother, his attention was back on the angel behind him. Sam could feel the stare on his back but as he turned Gabriel averted it, not moving out of the chair, or much at all “Guess it’s just you and me for now.” he said softly and sat down in the chair across from him with a tired sigh. Surprisingly Gabriel didn’t flinch nor did he seem frightened like Sam had expected, but that was a good thing. Gabriel wasn’t scared of him, maybe even felt safe around him, Sam thought. To be honest he no longer looked scared, like he was when Ketch pulled him into the room. The possibility that he made Gabe feel safe after all that he’s been through made Sam proud. His eyes were calmer, looking around the bunker, taking in his surroundings, or looking at Sam. But then they landed on the archangel blade still on the table, and the fear rushed back in. Sam immediately felt bad, hating the way his eyes changed, hating the fear in them, wanting to get rid of it. It had no place in the eyes of one of God’s and heavens most divine creature. Sam stood up and grabbed the blade. Which caused Gabriel to instantly jump back as a response, panicking once again like he had when Sam mentioned they needed his grace for the spell. Great, now Sam was the one to put the fear in him. His hands went into the air, scared eyes following the weapon Sam was holding. “I’m just putting this away, Gabe.” Sam tried with the nickname. “I’m not going to hurt you, Dean won’t either. You’re safe here. Asmodeus cannot find you because this place is heavily warded, he can’t get you again,you’re free. And I don’t know what that bastard did to you but i promise I will make him pay for it.” That statement seemed to soothe Gabriel a little but it was obvious the blade was unnerving him. “I’ll be right back,” he promised and left, putting the archangel blade safely and far away from Gabriel.

When he was back Sam once again sat across from him. “Can I?” he asked, gesturing to the med kit he had brought out, wanting to continue what he started by taking out the stitches. Gabe was in a fragile state right now so Sam wanted his full approval before doing anything, wanting to let him know he has control over what happens to him now, no longer a prisoner.

Gabriel looked at the contents of the box for a bit before nodding ever so slightly. Still not saying a word even though his stitches were cut. Sam got the cleanest cloth from the kitchen that he could find. Even though it had blood stains on it from older cases it had been washed so, technically, clean. Then he dipped it in the bowl of water he had brought out as well so he could clean all the blood and wounds on the angel’s face. “This might hurt a little.” he warned, the damp cloth in one hand hovering over his face, the other hand gently cupping his cheek. Sam looked into his eyes that were still avoiding contact. But once they finally met, Gabriel didn’t look away, instead giving Sam another nod, this time more confident. That’s a good first step, Sam thought.  He started at one of the cuts on his cheek, then the one across his nose, the one on his forehead and so on, being as gentle as he could. Finally getting rid of the blood on his face,neck and chest too, all that was left were his lips where the thread of the stitches was left behind. “Guess I should pull those out.” he pointed to Gabriel’s lips. Sam noticed Gabe’s eyes were now on him, not the table around the bunker or his hands, no, just him. No longer averted. He grabbed the tweezers and started, Gabriel flinching and making little sounds of pain but overall he seemed quite calm. When there was no thread left, he cleaned the blood there as well then put a bit of disinfectant on the cloth just to clean the wounds a little better. Seeing Gabriel wasn’t healing like an archangel should meant he was really low on grace so it might take a while before it got fully restored, and in that while Sam didn’t want his wounds to get infected. Once Sam got him as clean as a washcloth and some water disinfectant mix could he figured Gabe really just needed a shower. It might help him relax a bit too hopefully. “Alright then my job here’s done, I’m gonna get you some clean clothes and you can shower alright?” Another nod. “Alright, let’s get you a room too so you can rest.” As Sam got up he heard a quick, soft ‘thank you’ escape past the angels wounded lips. Sam smiled down at him. Those were the first words Gabriel said in probably a long time, how long he still didn’t know. Sam responded with “You’re welcome Gabe” and a gentle smile before guiding the archangel to find a room. Whatever Asmodeus did to him, Sam swore to help him heal, help Gabe put his broken pieces back together.

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