Lost Ones Weeping

Chapter One

"Dear heart you need to open your eyes, it's well past the morning."

"Five more minutes Luka. I'm having your child I think I have the right to sleep however long I want." You snapped back with a huff, snuggling deeper into the bed Luka had helped you acquire.

"(Y/n) come on. Wake up."

"Wake up."

"WAKE UP!"

Your head pounded inside your skull, and you subconsciously buried your head in the soft fuzzy pillows on the bed. Your eyes blearily blinked open, "Luka..?" You mumbled reaching over to cuddle the body of your husband, but you were met with empty space. Your nose scrunched up, and your memories from the previous day came flooding back to you, you shot up in the bed like a rocket. The only thought on your mind was Ranboo, where was he? Was he alright? You haphazardly shoved the buffalo skin blankets off your body, you were hit with the frigid air of the room. You cursed loudly covering your arms with your hands, you noticed you were placed in a pair of woolen pajamas that were way too big on you. The door to your room opened with a loud bang and you were immediately tackled back onto the bed, you'd recognize that mop of black and white hair of your son anywhere.

"Mom!" He sobbed against your chest, "I'm so glad you're alright! They said you were dangerously close to dying!"

"They?" You asked your body tensing, you finally noticed Ranboo's appearance, his clothes looked warmer as well, but fit him much better than the ones you were given. This is the most he's talked about since before Dream attacked the kingdom, was he comfortable here already?

"Mr. Philza and King Technoblade!"

Philza? Phil...no impossible, could it be Phil your husband was talking about before his death?

"Where are they now?" You asked softly running your hand through his hair, and Ranboo flinched sheepishly. "How long was I out for?"

"Ummmm..."

You didn't notice before but rapid sounds of footsteps were growing closer to your room, you held Ranboo to your chest protectively as an older man stumbled into the room. He had giant crow wings that seemed to span more than a foot long. He also adorned a striped bucket hat on his head, and underneath was a messy mop of blonde hair. "Ranboo, kid you can't just run off like that..." Phil trailed off locking eyes with you, you bristled under his gaze as he seemingly analyzed you.

"You're awake," he murmured and you gave a small nod, Ranboo wriggling in your hold. "Good, I'm glad..." Philza's eyes narrowed at you momentarily before his jaw went slack. "Are, are you Luka's mate? (Y/n) was it?"

"You know Luka...so you are the Phil."

"You know each other?" Ranboo's multicolored eyes lit up with pleasant delight, you shushed your son softly,

"He's a friend of your father's," you looked back over to Phil who still looked like he's seen a ghost. "I think we have much to discuss yes?" The older man swallowed thickly and gave you a nod, "Ranboo I'm going to talk with Mr. Phil. Do you have your room?"

"Hmhm!" He nodded eagerly, "Is it a private conversation about dad?" He watched your eyes glass over as you nodded. "Okay, could I play with Tommy again?" He was asking you and seemingly Phil, was Tommy, Phil's son?

"Of course you can, he'd be happy to play with you." Phil nodded as Ranboo looked up at you with the sweetest puppy dog eyes you've ever seen from your son.

"Sure Boo, just don't go too far and stay out of trouble."

"⟟ ⍙⟟⌰⌰!" He chirped hopping from the bed and Phil looked with mild interest at the foreign language.