Hermitcraft Randomness - S7 Oneshots

Crossfire - Hermitcraft x Dream SMP

(WC: 2115
Category: Hurt/comfort, bittersweet ending, crossover
Warnings: Swearing

"Heaven if you sent us down so we could build a playground for the sinners to play as saints, you'd be so proud of what we made"

Didn't expect myself writing a crossover fic, ngl. But I might as well jump into the action and put my own spin on it :D

Instead of a Hermit!Tommy AU, this oneshot actually centers around Ranboo and Zedaph. You might have caught me talking about it on my conversations page a while back! I thought I might as well publish it in my main oneshots book because it takes place in Hermitcraft.

It's also worth noting that I don't know too much about the DSMP--I've watched a few recent major plot streams, but I still tried to make it vague because I still don't trust myself with this info lmao. Big thanks to the SC discord for helping me with Ranboo's personality

Crossfire is actually a very angsty song but I decided to make this hurt/comfort lol. And it doesn't suit this fic as much as I thought it would. Oh well

But with all this said, enjoy!)

Ranboo wasn't sure where he was, but it definitely wasn't the Dream SMP.

The place he found himself in had buildings that seemed to stretch upwards forever. There was no consistency in the block palettes; each build had its own distinct style. Some were larger than the others--one build that looked like a town hall seemed to overlook the rest of the builds. Ranboo could even see more buildings that were in the background and seemed to have their own islands.

What was this place? Was this someone's base? It was huge. It seemed to go on forever.

For some reason, the grass hadn't spread around the island completely yet. He noticed some large patches of dirt that looked freshly dugout. Little sprouts of grass had started to grow, but it hadn't completely covered the dirt yet.

As Ranboo wandered the area, he heard a small moo. Turning around, he saw a lone mooshroom, its red and white hide looking out of place among the green grass. He vaguely remembered that mooshrooms are supposed to be in mycelium islands, not regular ones like this.

How did this one get here, then? Poor thing.

Had this place been a mushroom island before? It would explain the still-spreading grass. Whoever owned this place must have put in so much time and effort here between the builds and the replaced mycelium. It was incredible. The look of this place was chaotic--so many different styles crammed together--but, at the same time, there was a certain harmony it had.

Ranboo slowly walked up to the mooshroom as to not scare it. When the cow approached him, he held out a hand and petted it a bit, feeling surprising sympathy for the animal. It was taken out of its natural habit and was alone now.

Kind of how he had found himself here, in this place he had no idea how to navigate.

As he petted the mooshroom, he thought he heard a firework sound off in the background. When he looked around, though, there was nothing.

Oh, yeah. Where were all the people? Where was the person that built this place?

Then, he looked up and saw someone flying above him.

Flying...?

Ranboo didn't recognize the grayish-purple wings strapped onto the man's back. They looked light, but they managed to catch the wind so the person who had the wings strapped to them glided around easily. Instead of feathers, these wings had a more silky, transparent look to them. There were only two main parts of the set, and they functioned pretty simply. The two parts just expanded whenever the person was in flight.