MCYT Oneshots

c!Ranboo - Prisoner (pt.1)

Y/N - Your Name

(Little sneak appearances from some of the other mcyts will be in here too)

READER PRONOUNS: THEY/THEM

You had been instructed to stay in your room.

Of course you had. The child of the King wouldn't be allowed around a dangerous prisoner.

Half enderman, they said. Violent, they said. You couldn't believe it as you gazed out of your window, watching him struggle against his chains.

He was extremely tall and lanky. His skin was split down the middle into one side of pure white and the other of charcoal black.

As you stared at the figure, his face snaps up to stare at you. Both of his eyes were shockingly bright. One red, one green. You gasped, but regained your composure, managing a small smile before he was dragged away.

Your heartbeat picks up. He looked at you. This dangerous prisoner that your fathers men had been searching for for years had looked at you, almost as if he sensed you.

You turn, quickly making your way to the door of your room.

As you make your way down the hallway, trying to relax your thundering heartbeat, you nearly run into the head guard, Technoblade. He reaches a strong arm out to catch you and eyes you curiously.

"Y'alright there, your highness?" He asks, black eyes taking in your contented state.

You chuckle nervously and nod. "All good. Sorry for nearly crashing into you." You apologise quickly, trying to move past the piglin. But just as you start to move away, he grasps your wrist, turning you to face him.

"They're transporting a prisoner. What's so urgent?" He pries. You clench your jaw as you start to feel that he knows where you're headed.

"I'm fine, Sir Technoblade." You insist, tearing your wrist from his relaxed grip. His eyebrows raise, and then furrow as his concern increases.

"Well," he says, "you know where to find me if you need me."

You then give a smile and quickly hurry away, and Technoblade is left standing in the the hallway, thoroughly confused and concerned.

A few minutes later...

You come to a stop by the door to the dungeons. You don't know why your feet brought you here, but you reach out your hand to grasp the door handle anyway.

You take a breath, and push open the door. You step into the cold stairway, you walk down it, fingers trailing the winding walls.

Then, you reach the bottom, and you can see him.

Curled up in the furthest wall, long legs tucked up to his chin. You feel a pang of pity for the enderman as you approach the bars.

His head perks up as he notices your presence.

"Oh. It's you." He says. You give an awkward smile and nod. "I saw you, in the window. Who are you?" He asks, and your lips part in surprise. He didn't know?

"I'm the heir to the throne." You answer, and his eyes widen.

"You?" He questions.

"Yes." You reply.

"Their heir to the throne? Child of the king." He stares at you incredulously.

You huff, "why is it so surprising?"

"You smiled. Well, considering your father, I just thought-"

"That I'd be a stone-cold bitch, just like him?" You interrupt, and the enderman laughs in surprise.

"Yeah, something like that." He giggles, rising to his feet and slowly walking towards you, into the light of the small window.

You let out an involuntary gasp as you properly see his face. On what you thought was pure white skin, is a long scar trailing from his eye to his chin. You squint a little, and notice that the other side has an identical scar.

"What-?" you begin, but the enderman cuts you off.

"Endermen are allergic to water." He reveals quietly, reaching up to run his finger over one of the scars.

"Oh. I'm sorry, that must be painful." You cringe a little as you imagine how excruciating it would be for your skin to forever carry the marks of your tears. To release your pain, only for it to cause more.

"Why are you here, your highness?" He questions, and you swallow thickly.

"I'm- I'm not entirely sure. I saw you and- well, I needed to meet you." You answer and he tilts his head a little.

"Interesting, considering you don't even know who I am." He replies and your eyes snap up to his, head tilted far backwards as to accommodate how high they are on his 8 foot figure.

"Then tell me. Who are you?" You answer.

"I'm Ranboo." He tells you, giving a small smile. You smile back, and repeat his name back to him, getting used to the sound of it from your voice.

"And I'm Y/N." You reveal. Ranboo's smile widens and he shows off his sharp teeth.

"Nice to meet ya." He says, extending a hand through the bars.

"Pleasures all mine." You reply, taking his hand and shaking it.

"I'm sure this is the start of a great friendship." He murmurs, and you laugh.

"That's if I can get you out of my dungeons first." You say, and Ranboo does a double take.

"You're gonna what?" He gasps.

"I'm gonna get you out of here, Ranboo." You mutter determinedly.

TO BE CONTINUED...