A/N: This is my first time publicly posting so yeah. The last time I ever posted fanfiction was in 2017-ish so don't expect much haha. This was also written on my phone since my laptop is broken ;-;.
Water Deity! Reader x Ranboo Pt. 1 [HCs]
First Meeting:
Ranboo first met you when he was out in the forests harvesting wood as per request of Tubbo.
As with his memory problems, he forgot to bring his armor with him and he ended up being caught in the downpour of the rain.
The stinging pain as raindrops fell on his figure caused him to recoil and flinch as his mind raced to find a spot safe from the rain.
He found a small cave to seek shelter in as he continued remaining steadfast against the pain he was going through.
His clothes were damp as tears started welling up in his eyes. Frantically, he closed them as to keep the tears from escaping when he felt a hand touch his cheek and the dampness around his eyes dissipate.
When he opened them he came face to face with a veiled figure free from any rain.
Raising your other hand the water that soaked his clothes seeped away and formed a bubble midair, just above your shoulder.
"Hello?"
He snapped out of his shock and awe realizing that you had spoken to him. He turned to look at your eyes for a moment before casting them to the floor of the cavern.
You looked beautiful.
Even though he disliked eye contact with people, the split second he had looked into your irises he had seen the concern that you held for him.
"Oh uh, ... Hi" he replied, realizing that he had been too focused on you and almost forgot your greeting to him.
Retracting your hand from where it rested on his cheek, you held it outwards, beckoning him to grab it with a soft "follow."
Grabbing your hand he stood up and looked around, the rain was still pouring outside but the entrance of the cave had become silent as the sound of raindrops hitting the stone ceased.
You gave a soft tug to his hand as you started moving to exit the cavern. The puddles of water that pooled on the stone floor dissipated into vapor and rejoined the bubble above your shoulder.
Exiting the cavern, your hands still intertwined, he followed your steps as the rain seemingly avoided coming towards your direction.
Or perhaps you commanded it to fall the other way, who knows.
The sounds of rain hitting the ground still troubled him, with the fear of being wet deeply ingrained into his psyche, but with you holding his hand he felt as if he could finally enjoy the rain and not fall victim to the pain it brought him.
Engrossed in the moment, when he could finally be at peace while the rain fell, he did not realize that you both had exited the deep forest and wss greeted with the warm rays of the sun.
What snapped him out of his mesmerized state was when he no longer felt your comforting grip on his hand.
He turned to look at you, looking for the right words to say. Should he ask who you are? What are you? How did you do that?
He found the simplest and most sincere words he could: "Thank you."
Beneath your veil he could see a smile form on your lips as you muttered a soft "You are welcome."
He stood still, surprised at the sound of your voice. Meanwhile, you made your way back into the dense vastness of the forest.
A/N: I will be creating other parts to this imagine. I still need to flesh out more on my thoughts and ideas on this (and also because I am very busy) but please do send me suggestions and your ideas on what I can add to this!
Ever since Ranboo's first encounter with you, his head would be filled with thoughts about the veiled figure that comforted him.
He still remembers the feeling of your hand on his cheek. The power you exhibited when you controlled the water.
He didn't feel the need to even write about you in his memory book as you remained deep in his thoughts, a memory so impactful his mind was unable to let go of.
He turned his attention towards the door when he heard a knock. "Ranboo!" it was Tubbo.
Opening the door, he saw his friend and President of L'manberg at his doorstep. "What do you need Tubbo?"
"Follow me!" Tubbo replied, running off towards the main path as Ranboo put on his equipment.
After taking the portal and using the nether hub, they arrived at a jungle by the sea. "What are we doing here?"
Tubbo explained to him about the ocean monument they found and the plans to create a Guardian Farm for resources. Construction had already began with the help of Sam but Tubbo came to ask him for help as well.
Leading Ranboo to the floating platform where the materials were stored, he saw that segments of a glass wall had been built to mark and separate the area.
He observed the large expanse and noted the water that gushed into the space for the structure. "So what do you want me to do?"
"Well...—" Tubbo began to say the plans for the farm and the steps they would take before actually starting to build the structure itself. They still needed to finish the wall, drain the water inside, and so on.
After Tubbo finished explaining, the two started their work, aiming to finish the glass wall.
After a few hours they had finished the wall and was now in the process of draining the water.
Tubbo had left to return for L'manberg earlier so Ranboo was left alone.
He laid down on the floating platform, which swayed with the waves, as he closed his eyes in exhaustion.
Taking notice of the environment around him, he took note of the cold sea breeze that danced on his skin. The smell of the sea enveloping his nose. And the sound of waves crashing against the glass wall.
A new sound entered his ears as he heard someone make their way towards him. Footsteps on the wood of the platform and the occasional creaking.
Ranboo assumed it was Tubbo, who returned from his business in L'manberg or Sam, who came to oversee and help in the construction.
"You know, the idea of draining the ocean seemed easy. Putting it into work and actually doing it is exhausting" he chuckled.
When he didn't receive a response, he decided to turn his head to the direction of the footsteps, which stopped when it was close enough to him.
Opening his eyes, he came face to faced with a pair of bare feet. He wondered why Sam or Tubbo or anyone would walk barefoot.
He trailed his gaze upwards and stilled when his eyes landed on you.
It was night time and the only light illuminating the scene was the gleam of the moon.
It's rays fell upon your veiled figure as the moonlight enhanced your features. The breeze causing your veil to billow and drops of water on your form.
"What do you mean draining the ocean?" you asked with a cold tone, a slight frown on your face.
'Oh no' is the first thought that came to Ranboo's mind. You had power over water, so that might make you a Guardian or God of water, and the sea would be your domain.
A look of panic fell on his features as his jumbled mind tried to form an explanation, an excuse to tell you.
Receiving no answer, you made your way to the edge of the platform which was connected to the glass wall and dipped your hand into the water.
Ripples formed on the surface of the water, originating from your hand. The waves which were in motion stopped.
The ripple spread throughout a large area of the sea which his eyes couldn't reach.
Slowly, the water in the glass wall formed streams upwards and converged into a single orb of water. Said orb beginning to grow as it drew more of the contents of the glass wall into it's form.
"Amazing." Ranboo blurted out before he covered his mouth, realizing that he spoke that out loud. He stood up to gain a better view and saw that you had cleared the water in the walls until the last drop.
Returning your gaze to him, your eyes still cold as you awaited an explanation.
"Uhm, I-uh..." Ranboo stuttered out. His moment of clarity now over and returning to a panicked state of mind.
You took a step towards Ranboo when the sound of a blade being drawn and the shout of "Halt" caused you to stop in your tracks.
Ranboo looked up when he heard that and saw Sam with his blade drawn and pointed at you. Tubbo stood behind Sam with a look of fear in his eyes.
"Step away from him." Sam threatened. His grip on the sword firm and ready to strike at any moment.
"You might be disappointed in the results." You retorted, unfazed by his threat nor his blade. Slowly you took steps towards him, paying no mind to the weapon pointed at you.
The situation grew tense, Tubbo and Ranboo speechless as they saw you approach Sam without fear of being harmed or even killed.
When Sam realized you wouldn't stop in your tracks, his grip faltered for a moment. This blade of his was made using the best netherite he could find, forged in the best methods he knew, and enchanted with magic he chose himself.
The moment you begun to raise your hand into the air, tendrils of water formed from the water behind Sam, he struck.
Forcefully jabbing his blade towards your stomach, a silence befell.
His blade didn't miss it's mark. It pierced your figure and Ranboo could see the end protrude from your back.
What surprised everyone was the lack of blood.
The area where the blade pierced was rippling like water, remaining unfazed by his strike, your hand now fully outstretched you began to bring it down.
Ranboo stumbled forward to stop you from doing it, hurting his friend. He firmly gripped your forearm. "Please stop, don't hurt them."
After a moment of hesitation, you complied clenching your hand into a fist, the tendrils lost their form and fell back into the ocean. The splashing sound snapped Sam out of shock.
He stumbled back, loosing the grip on his sword. He felt fear, how did you do that, who are you— "what are you?"
When you felt Ranboo loosen the grip he had on your forearm you made your way to the top of the glass wall.
Taking a step forward, vapor in the air condensed and formed steps of water which your feet landed on.
The three stared in awe mixed with surprise and fear as you continued your stride until your feet met the cold stone of the ocean floor.
The steps of water you used remained as you made your way to enter the ocean monument. Leaving the three mortals alone.
Turning to look at them, you nodded in their direction and Ranboo understood what it meant: "Come."
A/N: I accidentally deleted my first version of this and wanted to die. Anyways, please enjoy! I almost went overboard with the first version but it accidentally deleting caused my energy to drop. Nonetheless, I will be making a third part to this which may be the Confrontation/Discussion. Will more be revealed about this supernatural stranger, wait and see!
This is my entry for @sugarsoftie‘s 600 follower special! Again, congrats for the 600 followers!
“I can’t believe I used to love you” | Angst | Staring into his eyes, you know he is no longer the one you gave your heart to.
A melody filled the air as people filed into the walls of Manburg. You stood at the sides, welcoming those that came to attend the festival. You shake hands with them as they move to the main section of the festival. As the last of the guests enter, you turn and look over the place. You note the decorations strewn around, set up by Tubbo and Fundy. The colorful balloons and banners making the festival look welcoming and warm. Your eyes trailed to the many booths and stalls open, the vendors preparing their products. You see Niki preparing baked goods by her stall, the smell of freshly made bread wafting through the air. Your train of thought was interrupted when someone put their hand on your shoulder. You flinched in surprise, turning around to face them.
You breathed a sigh of relief as it was only Tubbo. “Don’t startle me like that! I could have gotten a heart attack Tubs.” You exaggerate, letting out a chuckle. You hear Tubbo giggle too, but he stops as he tries to speak. “Sorry (Y/N), but uh, Schlatt wants to speak you before the festivities all properly start.”
“Ah, what does our dear president want now.” You sigh, nodding to Tubbo in acknowledgment and turning to leave for whatever business Schlatt may have with you.
You were an advisor and cabinet member of L’manburg, no Manburg when Schlatt came to power. Despite not being an original citizen and just a bystander and audience member in the election, Schlatt had decided you were worthy of being part of his cabinet, you think. When the original founder of the country was cast out of his creation, you had opted not to attack and join the ones who smelled blood and attacked, following the orders of the current president.
You took to your assigned task efficiently, you followed through with the decisions made in the cabinet meetings and gave out your thoughts and opinions on the matter. Though you did not fail to notice the glances the president threw at you. When you decided to confront Schlatt about his staring, he had bravely spoken of his interest for you. Stating that your sharp mind and intellect, along with the fact that you were on good terms with most of the people in the smp, were qualities he saw as admirable. You remember your flushed cheeks over the praise, the warm feeling in your chest, the butterflies in your stomach.
But the thing you would never forget would be the look he gave you while you two were alone in his office. His eyes full of desire and passion, for you.
You stop your thought when you arrive at the podium. Schlatt is speaking with his vice-president, Quackity, with a topic you couldn’t quite hear well at the distance you were at. You waited for a few minutes until Schlatt let out an exasperated sigh and walked down the stage, coming to face you. “Ey (Y/N), I’ve been waiting for you my favorite cabinet member” he cackles.
You put a small smile on your face at his words. “That’s nice of you to say, but if I am your favorite then why is Big Q the Vice-President?” you joke, letting out a giggle. “If I were a spectator, I’d point out how it seems you favor him over me.” You continue.
You hear him let out a deep bawl of laughter, which eggs you on to continue your giggling. “Darling, if I didn’t have him as my Vice-President, I wouldn’t be leading Manburg now, would I?” he jested, gesturing into the air.
You let out a chuckle at his statement. “Well, what did you want to speak with me about?” you ask, staring at the horned man in front of you. He begins to compose himself and pats his attire down to make sure he looks presentable. “You remember of my plans for this great country, right?” he asks.
You nod in response. “Schlatt, of course I do, I am actively assisting in the affairs of the state or have you forgotten?” you tease.
“Yeah yeah, well I got some news from a little birdie that someone on my cabinet has been colluding with Pogtopia.” He deadpanned, a steely look on his features. “And I know just how to deal with that little mole.”
“Well, you know how I invited Technoblade to this festival, well I was thinking…why not have him kill our traitor. It’s appropriate! The best warrior of the rebellion striking down their own informant!” he declared, a wicked grin on his face.
“Who…is this mole anyway? I have a sneaking suspicion it is Fundy; his dear old dad is the exiled leader. Or perhaps it’s Niki, she and Wilbur are close.” You put out, gripping your chin in thought.
“Tubbo, the one I made my right-hand man.”
Your face pales, of course that Tubbo would come to the rebels’ aid. Tommy is his best friend; he was willing to do anything for the boy. And with knowing of what Schlatt’s plans are for the kid, you feel dread settle in. How could he think of something so gruesome for the boy?
“You, you can’t possibly be serious Schlatt?!” you shout, mouth agape in shock as your mind races. “He…Tubbo is just a child! You can’t do that to him!” you declare, looking up to glare at the man in front of you.
“And you think that absolves him of his betrayal to Manburg, to me, to US!” he retorted, bringing a hand up in anger to rake through his dark locks. “I know you care about the kid but c’mon, he’s a traitor! You can’t hold any love for him.” He added, before turning to leave and walk up the stage.
“This conversation isn’t over. You can’t walk away!” You grab his arm to stop him, but he grabs your wrist and wrenches it away from him. He turns back around and raises your hand above your head.
“I can, and I will. I’m the president of Manburg. I am it’s ruler, it’s law, and I can do whatever the hell I want!” he shouted in your face. Your eyes widen, this was the first time you and he had ever gotten into an argument. You usually could temper the situation before it escalated, with you reluctantly agreeing into whatever he wanted.
You stare into his dark orbs. These eyes that you once loved, when they playfully glared at you, closed when you let out a joke, and gave a loving gaze whenever you helped in his plans. These eyes now something you feared. A deep darkness threatening to swallow you whole, consume your very essence and force you to submit to its darkest desires. These eyes that no calm you but induce a fear of being the next hurdle to be removed.
You recoil in panic, letting out a soft sob and stare down at the ground. Tears pool in the corner of your eyes as Schlatt let’s go of your wrist. “This is an order, (Y/N), stay in the white house for the rest of the festival. We’ll have a talk after all of this, resist, and I’ll give you a first-row seat to Tubbo’s execution. Got it?” he threatened, turning to walk up the stage. Leaving you to lean your back against the foundation. You let the tears spill out, like a dam finally being opened, your feelings flowed out. Each of your tears holding a fragment of the many emotions you felt. Panic, fear, anger, guilt, pain, betrayal.
“I can’t believe I used to love you…” you mutter out, pulling your knees into your chest and continued sobbing. The noise of the festivities blocking out your wailing.
A/N: I do hope this isn’t a bit too late. I’ve just been not feeling well these past few days. Like...not up to eat, I’m always tired, and not many things get me happy anymore. I dunno, maybe it’s just that seasonal down periods. Anyways, I’m still in the process of writing the headcanon requests but desperately wanted to get this out. Hope you enjoy!
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