Phosphorescence | Eret x fem!reader [DISCONTINUED]

Trips [10]

(I demand votes, VOTE PLEASE THOUGH LIKE PEOPLE ARENT VOTIN AND IM GETTIN SAD)

I watch as Punz, the only blacksmith on the server, dips a thorn of my crown into the molten iron. After a second, he takes it out, and dips in another. This process repeats several times, and I find myself mesmerised in his work.

[the thorns are like BEEG cat's claws, but the colour is more of a yellowish grey, just thought I'd mention!]

Punz breaks the silence as he completes his work, "Alright miss, your crown is ready." He stands, and places the crown atop my head, then dips into a bow. I smile, "Thank you Punz. And please, just call me Y/N. You only need to address me formally in formal situations."

He nods in understanding, already having had rose from his bow. I finally take a good look at Punz. He has some, not many, freckles dotted around on his face, fluffy blonde hair, a smile that never seems to leave, kind, loving eyes. Long story short, he's like a Prince Charming.

We stand in a soft silence, each drinking in the other's appearance. I finally break the silence, "Well, I should get back to the castle, I have some building to do," I chuckle lightly at the end.

"Oh, yeah. Cya later, Y/N," Punz bids, opening the door for me to leave. "Bye Punz. See you soon."

[yeah woo time skip because building is boring]

I sit on the top of the now complete wall, absorbing the evening sun. My eyes are attracted to the sounds of footsteps, and I see non other than my new demon friend. I run down the stairs on the wall to greet Badboyhalo, glad to see a familiar, yet different face.

"Hi!" I call out to him, and the kind man turns, kneeling down to my height. "Hey muffin," he coos, ruffling my hair. I lean into the touch, smiling at Badboyhalo. "Why're you here?" I ask as he removes his hand from my head.

"Am I not allowed to visit my friend?" Badboyhalo retorts, his tone remaining lighthearted. "Of course, I was just wondering since, well, I'm pretty much homeless, the castle isn't built yet and there's really nothing to do around but build," I explain, looking down at the ground.

"Well, I really came because I wanted to see if you wanted to go out and have some fun with me. I think a few of my friends might come along, but meeting people will be good for you! Come on, please?" the man pleads when I appear to lean towards not going.

"I really don't know. I kinda want to just chill out tonight," I say, watching Badboyhalo's crestfallen look brighten. "Well, if you want we can just chill out together! I know a really nice place to watch the sunset," he smiles, tail lightly swaying.

I sigh, "Alright, I guess I'll go with you." Badboyhalo stands, and I look up at the much, much taller man.

"Oh! Maybe I could introduce you to my son, Sapnap! I'm sure you'd like him, Y/N," Badboyhalo mentions, picking me up with ease.

"Uh, I've already met him, we kinda committed arson together, but I'd look forward to seeing him again," I softly laugh, looking at the man's face from my position on his shoulder. He pauses, seemingly at a loss of words. Instead of speaking, he begins walking.

He snaps his fingers, and a small screen appears. He types on it, and it appears to be blurred out to me. After a few minutes of walking and typing, he stops. He snaps once more, the screen vanishing as if it never existed.

"What was that?" I ask quietly into Badboyhalo's ear. "Hm? Oh, you mean the chat? It's how you communicate with other people in the SMP. And if you don't want everyone to see what you're saying to someone, you can whisper to them," he explains, looking at me, smiling.

"Ohh, that's cool! I was never taught about the chat in L'Manburg." We walk in a safe feeling silence, and I lean on Badboyhalo. The rhythm of his footsteps is calming, and from my place I can observe the world around me.

Where you'd go right to get to L'Manburg, Badboyhalo keeps going straight. I've never been here before, and I raise my head to look about. To the left is a rocky cliff, ending with a soft field. Up to the right there's hills climbing high up.

(Guys I'm wearing my bee shirt today and getting frog rings today as well and I'm super happy!)

I close my eyes, swaying slightly to the rhythm of Badboyhalo's footsteps. I listen to the world around me, his footsteps and breathing, the birds singing their songs, the tremble of leaves, the faintest trace of shouts and yells from boys rough housing.

I feel myself being dragged into my thoughts, full of nothing. Of all the things, in my head there's faint music. A familiar tune. One that can stand up hairs, an old song for slow dancing.

Melohi.

She sings out her slow tune, sad and lonely, yet bold and daring at once. Her song is full of memories, almost like trying to not get lost. Melohi keeps singing her song, and I feel a faint rumbling in my throat.

I'm snapped back to reality by Badboyhalo asking, "What song is that? I've never heard it before." "O-oh. I was humming it? Uh, it's a disc, called Melohi. I'm sorry for annoying Badboyhalo," I stutter out, surprised by my own actions.

I've always had a small connection to music, it calms the thoughts I have. The heavy, war ridden thoughts. The thoughts that crave destruction and fire.

The thoughts only a psychopath would have.

A fire craved, psychopath. That's what I am when you dismantle all my coping mechanisms. I'm just plastering myself with coping so much, it makes me a person that is happy, headstrong, witty. That's all.

I tear away from my thoughts when Badboyhalo announces quietly that we've arrived. I launch myself from his shoulder, falling the 8 feet to the ground. "Y/N! Are you okay?" Badboyhalo asks when I land, my knees bending to absorb the shock of the fall.

I look up at the towering man, "Of course I'm okay. No need to worry about lil ol me, Badboyhalo."

He sighs, "Alright. Just, please be careful." "I'll do my best. Now, where's the slowpoke you- AH!" I scream in fear, cutting myself off. A heavy set of hands set on my shoulders, and they yank me back, towards the person.

"Gotchu," the person, who I now recognise as Sapnap, giggles out. I look up as I lean on his chest, "Unfortunately you did."

I move away from him, standing between Badboyhalo and Sapnap. The father and son are talking, supposedly catching up. I tap Badboyhalo's, well, stomach, shouting as I do so, "Tag! You're it!"

And so a fun night begins.