Ink Stains (MCYT Oneshots)

Dump of WIPS #1 (Multiple)

(A/N: *flops on bed and screams* i do not have enough energy to do this today ashjwdhjdeh school starting got me all fucked up sorry bout that
mh but um yes have a bunch of wips of like,,, the fics that i probably will not post in a very long time if ever
splits will be marked by [SPLIT] :3
cw for: suicidal ideation in a certain part.)

Her wings spread out as she soared upwards, shouts coming from below.

"Relax," she told the Prince's best friend, who looked back up at her, wide eyed and clearly shaken. "I have you. You may relax."

She swooped down gently, placing the friend on the ground, letting her Prince pull him into a crushing hug. She did not comment on the tears in his Royal Highness's eyes, and instead chose to stand tall and mighty, glaring at anyone who would dare to interrupt.

The land's ruler came forwards. He recognised her, and so did she.

"Guardian Hellebore," the Lord Dream called out to her, bowing slightly. "What business are you here for?"

She inclined her head. "Lord Dream. I'm here on the orders of His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Philza."

There were multiple sharp inhales of breath. She ignored all of them, turning to face the ashen-faced princes. With a light inhale of her own, she bowed before standing straight up, wings now pressed against her back.

"Your Highnesses," she said firmly. "The Antarctic Empire is at war. Your father wants you back at the castle to ensure your safety, now."

"Wait, what?" Prince Thomas' friend looked at him in incredulity. "You're a what?"

"Didn't I say not to call us out in public?!" Crown Prince Wilbur spluttered instead.

"You did," Charmeine agreed. "But the Emperor told me to get you both home, and he gave me permission to call you out publicly should the need be for it."

[SPLIT]

L'manburg was a country, yes. It was a flag hung at the very top of the walls, a name to represent the freedom its citizens have earned and fought for. It was— is, also a community.

Though the flag may have been torn down, and the country may have been destroyed, its citizens are still alive. They can be L'manburg again.

But like all things, it needs time to be young. It needs time to heal and grow properly.

Tommy and Tubbo are children who have fought a war they were never meant to be in. Fundy is a son who has constantly been overlooked, underestimated, tossed away like a scrap of garbage. Niki is a woman who has always been the damsel in distress, always too helpless to do anything. Eret is a fallen king who had done so much and regretted so much, always never quite getting true happiness.

(Wilbur is a dead madman, six feet under, blood dripping down his side, a man who fought for so much, but lost even more and fell to pay the price for it.)

They need to find forgiveness, to find trust and peace again. They all do.

[SPLIT]

His full name is Theseus 'Tommy' Trusty Careful Kraken Danger Innit. Everyone calls him Tommy. Technoblade calls him Theseus. Michael calls him Uncle Toms.

He's a hero, he's been a hero, and he doesn't want to be one anymore.

He wonders how he'll die, sometimes. Will it be drowning? Will he fling himself off a cliff? Will he die at the hands of a friend, or a foe?

It doesn't matter. They'll all be spun into a stupid cautionary tale anyways.

He's a hero. That's how heroes are used. He's no different. His fate is written in stone, and nothing can change that.

[SPLIT]

A flame flickered to life in his palm, destroying any and all traces of the love letter he had foolishly written out.

It was Valentine's Day, and Fundy Soot wanted nothing to do with it.

He had spotted Dream with George as he headed out from school, amidst giggling students and excited chatter. The two looked to be exchanging chocolates, and for a moment, Fundy found himself wishing to be in George's place.

'He broke your heart, you idiot,' he reminded himself, tugging his backpack higher. 'He humiliated you in front of everyone. You shouldn't love him.'

The love letter hidden in his backpack said otherwise. But Fundy knew he couldn't keep pining over someone who had proven that he'd never give him the time of the day, so that was how he found himself in this position: in an alleyway, huddled behind a trash can, and fire lighting up on his hand, burning the letter into ashes.

Fundy wasn't exactly sure when he had gotten his powers. If he had to guess, it was sometime around that trip to the museum, but even that was a stretch in itself.

Still, he didn't have time to dwell on the past. He had promised Five that he would play Little Nightmares 2 with him today, and his grandfather wanted to have a family dinner tonight.

Fundy exited the alleyway with a carefully blank face, walking to the school's parking lot nearby, where his uncle would be waiting for him. He took out his phone, and checked all his new messages.

[SPLIT]

Won't you be worried about what your brothers think of you?

'They're not my brothers, and I really don't give a fuck about what others think of me,' Tubbo thinks, and the Hat laughs.

Very well then, it says in amusement, before declaring out loud to the hall, Slytherin!

Tubbo takes a look at shocked faces wrapped with green and silver, hears the whispers about a Weasley being put in Slytherin, thinks of the plots and the plans that might be going through their minds, and grins with sharp teeth.

This year will be a fun one.