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I want to see

Summary:

Phil knew water hurt endermen, and it only made sense that it hurt Ranboo as well. But when someone tired Ranboo down and forced water into his eyes, over and over and over again, well, neither Phil nor Techno were prepared for the repercussions.

aka, Some guy tortures Ranboo by dripping water into his eyes way too much, which causes him to go blind.

tw: Torture (it's not too graphic, but just in case), screaming, crying, panic attacks, slight mentions of blood., and in the second chapter Ranboo has a flashback of his father touching him without consent, if you are sensitive to any of these either click off or be careful reading this fic! Your mental health is more important than fanfiction!

Also, I didn't think I needed to say this, but this is of the characters and personas! Not the content creators!

Notes:

Eep! I know! I know! I have another unfinished work! But that one's almost done! So! I'm sorry! This one will be more of a side project, I'll probably make it a series bc I love blind Ranboo, idk why. And dadza and dadtechoblade is just *chef kiss*

Anyways! I hope you enjoy!

Torture is written at the beginning of this chapter, so if you are sensitive to that, please be careful.

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Chapter 1: Chapter 1

Chapter Text

Ranboo sobbed as water filled his eyes, writhing in his bonds. 

 

"Stop!" Phil. He could hear Phil. 

 

The man pulled Ranboo's head back further, forcing his eye open to drop more of the water into his eye. It washed away all the natural translucent slime that his eyes naturally produced. It pushed the water, burning,  painful  water to be the only thing in his eyes. 

 

His jaw unhinged, and he screamed, likely damaging someone's eardrums. 

 

His vision blurred, water dripping out of his eyes and down the sides of his face. He cried out again, pulling against the ropes, trying to get out of the chair. The man laughed, forcing more water into the enderhybrid's eye. 

 

"Stop it! Stop!" Phil screamed, likely struggling against his bonds. 

 

"Why?" The man punctuated his question with another few drops to Ranboo's forced open eye. Ranboo's scream drowned out Phil's plead for the torture to end. 

 

Phil could only watch as Ranboo's other eye was pried open, head still forcefully tilted back. 

 

Drop.

 

Drop.

 

Drop.

 

Ranboo screamed again, sobbing. There was a sizzling sound when the water dripped out of Ranboo's eye and down his temple, burning the skin. 

 

"Why are you doing this?!" Phil screamed, yanking on the rope holding his arms and wings, every instinct in his body screaming at him to  protect.

 

Ranboo shreaked again, writhing in pain. 

 

"The little freak was already experimenting on himself. I'm just less of a pussy." The man responded, tugging harshly on Ranboo's hair. Ranboo only let out a pained warble. Phil was sure the kid was delirious with pain by now. 

 

"Let him go." All Phil could do was plead. Tears filled his eyes, watching as more water dripped into Ranboo's eye, making him tense and cry out again. 

 

"Ranboo! Ranboo!" Phil screamed when he noticed Ranboo's breathing weaken. "Kid!?"

 

The man laughed, tugging his head back again. "Look at that! Little bitch passed out!" Phil growled. 

 

"Don't call him that!" He bit out. The man sneered. 

 

"I'll do whatever I want, including this." He dripped more water into Ranboo's eye. The screeching endermen sounds not deterring him. 

 

When the water stopped falling, Ranboo went limp again, huffing out weak puffs of breath. 

 

"When techno finds us-"

 

"He won't."

 

More screams of pain. Phil yelled as well, his voice going hoarse. 

 

More burns from the water running down Ranboo's temples would create some odd scars. Every time a drop of water landed in one of Ranboo's eyes, he would writhe and cry out, then fall limp again. It was torture to watch. Even worse to go through, Phil was sure. 

 

No more.

 

Phil begged. 

 

Please no more of this.

 

He wasn't sure how much more he could take. 

 

And it seemed the gods heard him. 

 

Technoblade came crashing in, immediately zoning in on the man holding a barely conscious Ranboo by the hair. 

 

Blood for the blood god. 

 

The man didn't even have a moment to scream before he was dead and on the floor. 

 

"Ranboo?" Techno dabbed at ranboo's burns carefully, trying to get any water still on his skin off. Ranboo didn't respond.

 

"Tech," Phil whispered, fully aware that chat was still probably screaming at him and only letting him focus because they adored Ranboo.

 

Techno's head snapped up before he noticed Phil still very much tied to the bars attached to the wall. The pigman went to his friend, cutting off the ropes and closing his eyes, likely taking a moment to calm down chat.

 

"Phil, what happened?" He asked, turning back to Ranboo when he was sure his friend could stand on his own. 

 

"I'll fill you in once we get home." 

 

Techno nodded, starting to untie the ropes holding Ranboo to the chair. Phil gently cupped the back of Ranboo's head, supporting it. 

 

"Ranboo, mate, you with us?" He asked softly, running his free hand through Ranboo's hair. 

 

The half enderman warbled, eyes fluttering but not opening. Phil laid his hand over Ranbooo's eyes to give them a rest. Techno moved to his other foot. 

 

"⊑⎍⍀⏁⌇..."

 

(Translation: "Hurts...")

 

Phil was all too glad Ranboo was already teaching them enderspeak. 

 

"I know it hurts, mate, I know." Phil glanced at Techno, who shared his look of worry and concern. 

 

"⍙⏃⋏ ⟟⏁ ⏁⍜ ⌇⏁⍜⌿"

 

(Translation: Wan it to stop (Want it to stop))

 

"It stopped-" Phil's voice broke, and he held back his tears. "It stopped Ran."

 

"⍙⏃⋏ ⌿⏃⟟⋏ ⏁⍜ ⌇⏁⍜⌿..."

 

(Translation: Wan pain to stop (Want pain to stop))

 

Techno sucked in a breath, taking out his knife and carefully rutting the ropes on his wrists and elbows.

 

"It'll stop," Phil promised, still cradling the other's head. "Go to sleep, mate. We'll get you home and patch you up." Ranboo didn't respond, just let sleep take him. 

 

Phil carefully picked him up, careful of the burns running down his face. "Let's get him home."

 

 

When they got home, they were quick to help Ranboo sip a healing and regeneration pot. The two shared a worried look when the burns only healed to the point of scaring, said scars not fading as they should have. 

 

It wasn't like they could do much about it, so they had to let themselves be content to put burn ointment on the scars and wrap around his eyes. They would probably be sensitive when he woke up. 

 

 

Phil's head shot up three days later. Ranboo had groaned from where he was still sleeping on the bed they made for him. "Tech, gran some bread and soup." He said, earning a nod from the pigman. 

 

Phil walked to Ranboo, sitting down on the chair beside the bed. 

 

"Phil...?"

 

"Hey, kid," Ranboo blindly reached out, trying to grasp his hand. Phil gave it to him. 

 

"I can't see." He mumbled, reaching up to touch the fresh bandages on his face. 

 

"We've been trying to make sure your eyes didn't get too much damage," Phil explained, reaching to start unwrapping the bandages from Ranboo's face. 

 

"Ah," Ranboo's voice was hoarse. Phil paused to help him sip some water, Techno walking into the room with a tray of soup and bread as he put down the liquid. 

 

Phil finished unwrapping Ranboo's bandages, reaching out for the bowl to help Ranboo eat. While he turned away, Ranboo opened his eyes, making a distressed warble. 

 

"Mate, you..."

 

"Phil, Tech," Ranboo's voice shook, pale, glazed over eyes rapidly blinking as if that would fix the problem. Phil's eyes widened. 

 

" I can't see, " Ranboo whispered. 

 

Phil immediately pulled Ranboo into his arms, unconsciously starting to coo at him, trying to calm him down. 

 

Technoblade quickly set the tray down, climbing into bed behind Ranboo, and wrapping his arms around Ranboo and Phil. 

 

Ranboo sobbed, shaking in their hold. "I can't-" His voice cut off, another sob wracking his form. 

 

"Sh, sh, I know, mate," Phil whispered, his eyes filling with tears he wouldn't dare let fall. 

 

"Calm down, kid, breathe," Techno whispered, holding them both tighter. Ranboo choked out a cry, sniffling. "It'll be okay." 

 

Ranboo only sobbed harder. 

 

"Ranboo," Phil mumbled, taking an exhilarated breath. Ranboo tried to copy it, claws gripping Phil's shirt. 

 

"I want to see." He got out, hiccuping as he spoke. Phil's chest squeezed, and he tightened his hold on Ranboo, shushing him again. Techno seemed unable to talk, his shoulders trembling. 

 

"I have-" He gasped, shuttering. "I have a shit memory as it is. I want- I want to see. I can't remember what everything looks like, Phil. I won't- I want to see, I want to see Phil." Ranboo rambled the phrase over and over again, sobbing. Phil wasn't even sure the kid could hear the other two trying to coax him out of his panic. 

 

Ranboo fell asleep a few minutes later, utterly exhausted. Techno looked up at Phil, taking a deep breath. 

 

"I'm going to kill that man over and over again." He growled out, his grip tight on the sleeping teen. 

 

"Not without me," Phil said, equally furious.

 

The two took a moment before looking down at Ranboo, limp. 

 

"We should help him sip the soup and tuck him in." 

 

"Yeah." 

 

So the two did just that, getting some broth in him and make sure he was warm and comfortable. Just as they were about to leave, Phil and Techno felt a hand blindly grip their shirts. 

 

"Stay..." Ranboo whispered, voice wear and wobbly. The two caved instantly, crawling into bed with him. Ranboo let out a soft warble, curling into Techno's chest. Phill couldn't help but coo, fingers running through Ranboo's hair. Ranboo, half asleep and warm, let out soft purrs, curling further into Techno's chest. 

 

Techno held him as if he was glass, so carefully. Phil gave him a look, and Techno rolled his eyes, relaxing onto the pillow. Phil followed his lead, his wing coming out to cover the two as he drifted off. 

Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Summary:

Ranboo wakes up panicked and it takes a while for Techno and Phil to calm him down. They talk about what he said while mentally somewhere else. Fluffy ending.

Notes:

Hi hi hi! I hope you guys enjoy!

tw: Ranboo has a panic attack and there are mentions of his biological father touching him and forcing him into sexual acts. If that triggers you, please either don't read this or be very careful! Nothing is graphic or too deeply doven into, but still! Self care!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

When Ranboo woke up, he was warm. It was nice, honestly. Since living in the tundra, things were rarely warm. He shifted a bit, becoming aware of the arms wrapped around him. 

 

"Hmmm..." He groaned, opening his eyes. Everything stayed black. 

 

Panic gripped his heart, and he tensed up, suddenly unsure of where he was or what was going on. His breath quicked, but he didn't notice, trying all too hard to blink the black from his eyes. 

 

One of the arms around him tightened slightly, and he yelped. Who was holding him? Suddenly he was a child again, his father holding him,  touching  him in no way a father should. He sobbed silently, jolting away from the arm, only to run into another chest. One of his father's friends? 

 

A groan sounded from behind him again, and he tensed. Hands wrapped around his body, digging into his skin. He cried out, 

 

"Sorry!" Fell from his lips. Maybe if he apologized right now, they would be softer with him. He whimpered, the claws digging further into his skin. "Please stop! I promise to be good!" He cried, trembling. 

 

 

Techo groaned, waking up slowly. Then he was forced into wakefulness, hearing Ranboo crying out, apologizing, and begging for something to stop. 

 

Protect

 

Ranboooooo

 

Hold!!!

 

Hold im!

 

EEEEEEEEEeeEEE

 

Ranbob!!!

 

ComFORT

 

EEEEEEE

 

RanBOOOooOOO

 

Huggie!!

 

"Ranboo?" Techno whispered, opening his eyes in the dim room. Ranboo was positioned with his back facing the pig hybrid, trembling, his claws digging into his sides. Techno's eyes focused on the drops of purple blood that dripped out. 

 

"Ranboo?" He said, a bit louder. 

 

" Please -" Ranboo sobbed out. Techno didn't think Ranboo was talking to either of them. " Please, I swear I'll be good, " 

 

Techno gently gripped Ranboo's hands, getting him to let go and turning him around. Ranboo was gasping for air with his eyes squeezed shut. Techno kicked at Phil to wake him up. The bird hybrid groaned softly, and Techno sent him a look over Ranboo's shoulder.

 

" Ranboo ." Techno got more insistent.

 

"Ranboo?" Phil whispered, confused but quickly understanding. 

 

"Please da'!" Ranboo couldn't seem to hear him. Wait. Da'? 

 

Char roared in his ears. Head? Who the hell cared.

 

Da'???!!?!

 

E

 

Whomever da is tear his fucin face offf

 

not pogchamp 

 

Da?!?!!

 

Whomst

 

EEEEEEEEE

 

ProtECT

 

HOLD HIM

 

"Please, I'll-" Ranboo choaked. Techno whipped his tears away before they could hurt him. "I'll pleasure you, please don' hurt me!" Phil pulled in a tight breath, his wings fluffing up. 

 

Oh HELL NO

 

PROTECT

 

KILL

 

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

 

KILL DA

 

PROTECT

 

PROTEEEEECTTTTT RANBOOOOOOO

 

EEEEEEEEEEEEE

 

COMFORT HIM NOW

 

COMFORT!!!!!!

 

COMFORTCHAMP

 

Techno pulled in a breath, hesitating for a moment before pulling Ranbo into a hug, forcing Ranboo's head into his chest and holding him close. 

 

Ranboo sobbed, squirming, trying to get away. 

 

"Ranboo, it's Techno. It's okay." He started murmuring, taking deep breaths in between his words. Phil gently grabbed Ranboo's hands, wrapping them around Techno after getting a nod from him. They didn't want Ranboo's claws hurting him. 

 

"Please-!"

 

"You're okay. You're safe, mate." Phil whispered, hands combing through Ranboo's hair. Ranboo sobbed, clinging to Techno. 

 

"It's okay," Techno whispered, one hand still on the back of Ranboo's neck, keeping him still. The other carefully rubbed circles into his upper spine. 

 

Ranboo kicked at them, trying desperately to escape. 

 

"It's okay. It's okay. I have you, Ranboo. Techno has you. Breath." He murmured, making eye contact with Phil over Ranboo's head. 

 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Ranboo whispered. Techno couldn't tell if he was apologizing to "Da'" or to them. 

 

"It's okay." He promised.

 

Slowly, Ranboo's sobs slowed, unconsciously starting to copy Technoblade's breathing. "There we go. There he is." Techno praised, his hand gently massaging Ranboo's neck. 

 

"It's just me and Tech, mate, it's okay," Phil promised, taking a deep breath, wings wrapping around them to warm up the shivering Ranboo. 

 

"Techno... Phil?" Ranbo questioned, voice weak. Techno's arms tightened around Ranboo, every fiber of his body screaming at him to protect this little ender-child.

 

"Right here, mate," Phil promised, cooing at him. Techo hummed softly, gently pushing Ranboo's head back into his chest when he tried to lift it. 

 

"I'm real tired." He mumbled. Phil's fingers continued to run through Ranboo's hair. 

 

"That's okay, go to sleep." Phil prompted, kissing the top of his head. 

 

"We'll keep you safe," Techno promised, taking another deep breath. Ranboo copied him, purrs leaving the enderchild’s chest.

 

AWWWW

 

So CUTE

 

LOVE

 

RANBOO MY BELOVED

 

PROTECT

 

RANBOO

 

POG!!!

 

BABY

 

AWW

 

EEEE

 

AWW

 

EEEEEE

 

POG

 

"It's okay," Techno whispered to the already sleeping ranboo.

 

"You've gone soft." Phil teased.

 

"No clue what you're talking about."

 

"Sure..."

 

"Shut up, old man." Techno grinned, the banter all too familiar between them. Ranboo shifted between them, and the air got somber again. 

 

"Da," Techno started. Phil's face darkened. 

 

"If I ever find out who that is..." Phil all but growled, 

 

"Da," Techno repeated, trying the word out on his tongue. 

 

"Yeah, I heard you the first time, mate."

 

"'Dad' maybe?" Phil froze, connecting the dots. 

 

It was quiet for a moment. The only sound was Ranboo's soft puffs of breath. 

 

 "If his  father  forced himself onto Ranboo-" Phil cut himself off, taking in a deep breath. 

 

"Blood for the blood god." Techno finished. Phil nodded.

 

"Yeah."

 

 

Ranboo woke up a while later, curling further into the warm chest that acted as his pillow. He heard a soft chuckle from behind him, and he  vroomped  softly. He was too tired and pleasantly warm to move or talk properly.

 

"You awake, kid?" Techno's voice was amused, a hand massaging his spine gently. Ranboo made another endermen sound, pressing further into the warmth. 

 

"You need to eat," Techno spoke again, his chest rumbling with his voice. Ranboo purred loudly at that realization, nuzzling into Techno's chest, tail swishing.

 

Phil cooed, and Techno murmured something about "kid's way too cute for his own good." All Ranboo cared about was that Techno's chest continued to rumble, and the hands in his hair continued to run through it. 

 

Ranboo wasn't sure how long the cuddle session lasted before the hands in his hair moved to sake him gently.

 

"Ranboo, hey mate," Phil mumbled, sounding if a bit sorry he had to drag Ranoo out of his comfort. 

 

Ranboo groaned but turned around a bit to look at him. 

 

Oh, wait. 

 

Everything was still black. 

 

Right.

 

He was blind.

 

"You need to eat something." Phil continued, hands moving to help Ranboo sit up. 

 

"I'll help you eat." Techno sat up behind them. Ranboo almost sensed it. 

 

"Can I touch you, kid?" Hands hovered over Ranboo's shoulders. 

 

"Yeah, you don't need to ask." He nodded.

 

"I'm always going to ask." Hands gently landed on his shoulders, and Ranboo relaxed into the touch. 

 

It was stressful not being able to see. Ranboo had no idea where anyone or anything was, his other senses all working overdrive to figure out his surroundings. He could feel Techno, knew where he was. It was a huge stress reliever. 

 

Phil grabbed his hand, pressing it into the bowl of soup he was holding. 

 

"I'll help you drink it," He promised, putting the bowl to Ranboo's lips and helping him take small sips. When he couldn't stomach any more, he turned his head away, leaning into Techno's chest. 

 

"You okay, mate?"

 

"Yeah... just," Ranbo took a breath. "I want to see. I don't know where anything is unless I'm touching it and," He paused, reaching for where he thought Phil was. "I really want a hug." He hated how his voice wobbled, but he was so  scared . 

 

"Oh, Ranboo," Phil said before falling into Ranboo, wrapping him up in a hug while Techno hugged him from behind. 

 

Ranboo let out a shuttering breath, clinging to Phil. 

 

"Why?" He choked out.

 

"I don't know, mate, but I promise, we're here. We'll help you."

 

"Adjusting will suck, but we got your back."

 

Ranboo nodded, unable to stop the purr that was coming out. 

 

"Okay..."

 

 

"Ranboo," It was later in the day, and Ranboo could tell because it was getting colder. Ranboo didn't bother looking up from where he was smushed against Techno's chest, purring softly.

 

"Who's Da'?"

 

Ranboo froze. His tail stopped swishing, purr catching in his throat. 

 

"How'd you hear that name?" He asked instead of answering. 

 

"When you first woke up, you panicked and called us 'Da' you weren't aware of where you were."

 

Phil's hands started running through Ranboo's hair. 

 

"Take your time, mate,"

 

Ranboo struggled to pull in a breath, and Techno started exaggerating his own. Ranboo started to follow it.

 

"Breath, kid," Techno murmured, lips pressed in the top of Ranboo's hair.

 

After a moment, Ranboo spoke.

 

"'Da' was my father." The other two tensed up, almost as if they didn't expect him to speak but already knew the answer. "He-" Ranboo's voice failed him. Phil cooed softly, rubbing his scalp while Techno mumbled soft words to mimic purring. Ranboo took a few breaths, relaxing into him again. "He touched me. In a way, a father shouldn't." Phil let out a breath as if deflating. Techno's hold tightened slightly before loosening. 

 

"Are you okay with us touching you?" Techno asked, sounding so worried and sad.

 

"Yes, yes-" Ranboo's voice cracked. He was so afraid they would pull away. "Yes. Please. I-" He bit back a sob. "I really like physical affection, especially from you two. It's easier for me to remember what you look like and know where you are and-" He blindly grasped for Phil and Techno, tears filling his eyes. "It lets me know I'm not alone." A hand cupped his cheek, whipping at his tears. 

 

Smooth hands,  Phil , grabbed his own, moving one to soft fluffy feather, the other another set of much rougher hands,  Techno.

 

Techno moved his hand to his braid, which made Ranboo gasp. 

 

"Tech-" He turned his head to where he could feel his hand, hoping he was looking at Techno's face. "You never let anyone touch your braid." He whispered, almost in awe. Techno grumbled, helping Ranboo's hand untie it and run through the soft  long  hair. Oh. This was very nice. 

 

Wait. 

 

"Phil, am I touching your wing?" He could practically hear Phil grinning. 

 

"Yeah, wanna learn how to groom it?" 

 

"Yes!" Ranboo grinned, following Phil's instructions carefully as he absentmindedly played with Techno's hair. 

 

He couldn't see it, but the two were both looking at him with fond looks in their eyes, much too relieved and happy to see Ranboo excited and smiling after too long of nothing. 

 

They would make sure that smile stayed. Hell or high water, the two would adopt this precious enderchild and protect him. 

Notes:

I hope you guys enjoyed! I originally wasn't going to put that tidbit in this, but... Well, I kinda just made this into a vent fic. Oops. Sorry *shrugs in not very sorry author*

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