CHRISTMAS KIDS - YANDERE ! DSMP SUPERHERO AU + TEEN ! READER

// chapter eight : azurite //

" azurite // vision , insight , learning . "

trigger warnings : cursing, injuries, mentions of memory loss, mentions of manipulation, scars, mentions of sedation/drugging

(( im so distressed that they took screensaver off of spotify so im making my phone setup windows 98 themed :,) ))

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third person pov

Ranboo cried into his partner's arms, hands clutching to the back of his shirt as they sat on the old tattered couch him and Y/n spent countless nights watching random movies and criticizing them together.

"There there, bossman.."

Tubbo sighed, his own voice laced with worry for his platonic partner and his sibling. Even if they were a pain in the ass, the house felt so empty without the loud music droning out from their room as Tubbo drifted off on the couch.

Ranboo took their disappearance like a punch to the face, unable to even go on patrol with Tubbo without getting distracted.

They were the only family he had left. They were supposed to be a team. The two of them, against anything that came for them.

He just prayed they didn't end up like their parents.

Y/n collapsed into Wilbur's arms, the sedative quickly kicking in. He knew he'd get a mouthful from Philza once he figured out the drug for Tommy was used on them.

He picked them up, torso hanging limply over his shoulder and their pegs being held my him as they were slung over his shoulder, their hair hanging freely as he walked down the hall to Philza's office where their phone was being kept.

He unlocked their phone with fingerprint id with difficulty, burnt skin barely recognized by the phone. He sighed with relief, opening the phone. He felt bad going through their things, but he made sure to go into their settings and change the passcode so he knew it.

He glared at Technoblade's room, angrily groaning as he hauled the teen to his brother's room.

Technoblade had listened into their conversation from his room, fists clenched as he sat on his bed, voices bickering loudly in his mind. God, those stupid voices. So pestering, so persistent.

Y/n's crying went silent, now Wilbur the one nearly at the brink of crying himself as he carried them in.

"They.. Have to stay with you because of a situation in West Side."

L'manburg wasn't the ideal city to live in, but it was where Ranboo and Y/n called home. Sure, they lived in the more 'poor' side of the city, but they didn't mind. It's not like they could afford any better.

By now, Y/n had probably gotten fired for not showing up to their job at a local café. Even if Ranboo was a hero, he wasn't one of the top ones like Dream or 404.

West side was where all the people who had good money and cushy jobs lived. The rich got good protection, while the lower middle-class and the lower class got their share of attacks and low-life sucky heroes.