To Love or not to Love (Ranboo x Reader)

Chapter 2(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

(TW: language, violence/blood)

And then a boom, then five more explosions followed. 

"Gather around me," you call to the others, who along with you were trying not to freak. They did as you said and you surrounding the four of you with your butterflies.

"Won't they die?! I mean their butterflies," George said with a hint of worry in his voice as it shook from the ground vibrating from the explosions. You laughed a little. 

"George, my butterflies aren't normal butterflies. You see, mine, are basically a full netherite set of armour with all the best enchantments maxed out on it," you said to him, putting your hand in the same place your brother did.

"Oh." He stood there in silence as you all listened to the TNT explosions slowly die down. The TNT stopped and voices emerged from the split second of silence. 

"Find Dream and his stupid little buddies Fundy," a voice called. You moved a butterfly to give the four of you a small peaking hole.

"Yes Quackity," the fox boy responded to him. 

You looked at the others faces to see that they weren't scared but were worried because of your safety.

"What next," you asked the smiley masked man.

"We fight. You can either run or help."

"Y/n isn't helping," Sapnap said. It wasn't that he didn't believe you could for he was the one that volunteered you to help them fight it's just that he was scared to see you get hurt. You was his only family and he was yours. That's why he doesn't want you to get hurt or find a lover. 

"What?! Why?! You know I can fight!"

"Your not and that's final."

Now he sounded like the big brother and you sounded like the little sibling for once. You hated running. Why? Because running makes you seem weak, like crying in front of others, but it's not like your father taught you like this it's more like you taught yourself to live like this. Your father would hate if he knew this but you couldn't help it. You couldn't help that you hated looking or being weak. 

"Brother, I know you hated to see me hurt but I will fight. Remember I can heal myself. Plus my butterflies would never let me die. Or any of you for that matter." You gave him a small smile and hug and removed the barrier of butterflies that enclosed us in from the outside. 

"There you are Dream! I see you have some friends with you too? No problem we can deal with them too," Quackity said, standing their with a blood stained apron and a clean netherite enchanted axe in this right hand. The sinister smile Dream would have when adrenaline rushes through his veins was on his face. You hated it. Your blue necklace that helped you control your powers,  started to shine as you casted a butterfly to each of your allies. One to Dream, one to George, one to your brother, and the rest to you. (Bare with me idk how to do fight scenes) 

"Fundy! Tubbo! Come here I want this to be and even fight," Quackity called to the others. As they arrived you realized that you needed more fire flies. 

"Y/n! Behind you!" You heard an ender man teleport behind you, 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬?! You thought as you turned around to see the very same half ender man boy teleport behind you.

"Ranboo," you cried right before he hit you over the head with a sheathed sword. Time seemed to go slow and you thought you were dying. Your vision was going blurry the yells of your friends and brother and the enemy got what seemed to be muffled. 𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥? 𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦? You hated dying and then reviving. Even though you've only experienced this once you still hated it. It was painful and traumatic, that's why you usually sit back and enjoy the chaos. But this time and the last you weren't so lucky. First a assassin kills you but for who is unknown and now your home has been blown up, the very same home of where you've lived your entire life in, just blown up like that. You never felt the pain of hitting the ground, whether that was because you passed out before you could feel it or someone caught you before you hit the ground.