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Ramblings of a Lunatic || Sleepy Bois & CO [Chapter two]

Chapter Two : “My brain is tired, my stomach sick”

Summary : Phil makes an announcement,, one that Tommy was not expecting.

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A few days had passed by, and the king, Phil, was ready to make an announcement. He gathered servants in one of the many extravagant meeting rooms built in the castle. The room was made out of a mixture of white stones for pillars in the walls, glossy gold-looking tiles for the floor, and a soft-looking yet sturdy pale wood for the walls. There were accents of greens as well as a colour close to black, they were draped along the walls to act as covers. It really was a beautiful room, though it was one of many more.

Phil put his hands on the head of the long table. Opening his mouth to speak to make a plan with the higher servants, ones that had worked there when he had first become king. He had made many plans with them in the past, much like the one the group is about to. He felt his hands get clammy as he spoke, he was nervous.

“We have to hold an event for me to make an announcement. Tommy is to become king.”

With a few days of preparations, Phil and his team were able to put together a small Ball. One made with the purpose to make an announcement. The Ballroom they were in was decorated with green and white drapes, tables lining the edges of the walls with plates on plates of food and drinks. The guards and maids were stationed around ready to offer any help, other servants hired to hand out small snacks whilst everyone either danced or had a conversation.

The three boys were standing on their respective balconies. Each had a cloth hanging over to represent each one of them. On one side it was a deep red, it was Technoblades. On the other side was a dark blue for Wil. And in the middle, one pushed out a little further than the other two, was a delicate white- which really contrasted the boy who stood there.

Almost simultaneously the three brothers had stepped out, Phil already standing at his podium, a green cloth hung on its rails. A small gold bell was rung by the king, trying to get everyone's attention. All the men, women, and children turned to face him. In the huge hall, there were many people there, crowded in the room together.

Phil took a deep breath and welcomed everyone. He stood up there proudly, it was visible to everyone. How strong would one have to be to hold a ball without their wife? About to make a huge announcement too.

“Welcome everyone! On this beautiful night, we appreciate your attendance as the Royal Family would like to make a huge announcement.” There was a pause in Phil's words, chatter picked up in the air, people discussed what it could be. What would be so important?

“I am coming to an age where I can no longer be the leader of this great nation. I will pass down the Nation of Seraphic to my youngest son, Tommy. He is to become King.”

This is when the chatter had become louder. Everyone was shocked- hell even Tommy was! Everyone hushed to a whisper as they looked around, turning their heads up to look at the young boy. He wanted so badly to speak on the matter but he knew better.

“With Technoblade and Wilbur not being my children, they sadly were not an option for the throne. Now! Everyone, have a great night!”

Phil clapped his hands and The Second Waltz by Dmitri Shostakovich started to play. People on the ground started to either dance along to the music or look around to see the expression of the soon-to-be king.

Tommy stood there stunned. He didn’t want to become king- he wasn’t ready for this type of news! Why didn’t his father talk to him about this before the ball? Maybe then he would have been more prepared for this.

Tommy felt light-headed and heard a buzz over everything. It seemed to be muffled. He set one hand on his head and the other on the railing. Taking deep and shaky breaths, Tommy tried to calm down. He needed to be out here the entire time but he didn’t know if he could be.

“Wil- I’m going to go to my room, tell dad for me.”

He called out to his brother. Wilbur nodded and watched the younger teen walk off.

“I don’t know Ranboo, do you really think he would be fit to be a king?”

Standing in an empty hall, that was overbearingly decorated with white, Tubbo and his inhumanly tall companion Ranboo, spoke together. They weren’t ones for Balls or other big events like this. Just to make an announcement too? Why go through all the trouble?

“Tubbo- he’s the same age as us.”

There was a pause in their conversation. The reason? They could hear unstable footsteps rushing their way. It was the youngest prince. He walked fast but nearly toppled over several times. He had a hand on the wall or close to the wall with every step he took. He now had his hand on his mouth, feeling sick to his stomach.

Not caring that there were two others standing nearby, Tommy sat down on one of the benches. He kneeled near his knees and placed the two of his hands on his head. Staring at the ground he let out a few shaky breaths.

“No, no, no, no, no, no. Why now? Why did he have to go and do this-?”

In the midst of Tommy both processing what he would have to become and trying to calm down, the duo looked at each other and decided to go help the soon-to-be-king.

“Are you- okay?”

Tubbo sat down next to him, careful to set a gentle hand on the others shoulder. He wasn’t very good at comforting someone but he would give it a try! Tommy’s shoulders shuddered as he held back from letting out a wretched scream. It was all that he wanted to do at the moment, it was a way he could let out the stress once more.

“Do you think I’m okay? My mother just died and now I will become King in gods knows how many weeks- days even?”

Forgetting his current position as a Prince, and that he does not know these people, he acted rather rude. Tubbo and Ranboo excused it at the moment. He had obviously gone through a lot in the past few days. He needed time to let loose and not have to worry.

“If it makes you feel better, I’m a leader and Ranboo there is also a Prince.”

Tubbo told no lie. He, at the age of fifteen, had to take over his nation from his father. Ranboo was the youngest of several children, so he had no real chance of becoming King of his nation, not that he wanted to anyways.

“You look way too young to be a leader, don’t lie to me.”

Tubbo laughed and tilted his head up to the tall male. He waved his hand at Ranboo and patted his arm.

“You hear that Boo? He thinks I’m too young to be a leader.” He paused and calmed down. “I’m probably older than you, y’know.”

Tubbo tells no lie there either. He was older than Tommy. Once more Tom would be the youngest out of a group of three, and he didn’t take a very good liking to that.

“Tubbo, I don’t think this is a time for jokes..”

The short male dismissed Ranboos comment and continued to laugh. As the three talked, Tommy found himself relaxing a bit. He had even forgotten the fact he was to become king. Tubbo and Ranboo made him comfortable and temporally happy. He liked these two from other nations.

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mythic-red · 3 years ago

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Ramblings of a Lunatic || Sleepy Bois & CO [Chapter one]

Chapter One : “Lost my sense of home from the words that I've said”

Summary : SBI process losing someone,, very important to them.

Warnings : There is a mention of a death, ao3 link ~1,2k words masterlist

Running through the mass amounts of tall grass that were coloured in an array of reds, yellows, pinks and the occasional orange, Tommy felt happy - at peace even. He and his brothers were content with their lives. Happy to be with each other and their mother. They had fun playing stupid games with her. Learning her skills and hearing stories of adventures she had in the past, long before her kids were born.

Was it always this happy? Their lives that is. In the kitchen together, tea parties Kristen would hold in the Jasmine part of the Flower Garden. You could almost always find her there if she was not with her children. Oh how much she loved the beauty in nature. Kristen was a woman who admired nature. Always wanted to become one with it.

Well her wish had come true. Despite the pain everyone would feel, she knew they would find their own happiness eventually. Much like she did when she married Phil, a man who had gratefully accepted her into his life regardless of the fact she had already had two kids previously. He was quick to think of them as his own, going as far as to officially give them the title of Prince’s of Seraphic. Wilbur had even started to call him Dad, though Techno was somewhat against it, rather just call him Philza.

When Tommy was born, Wilbur and Techno were about four years old. Wilbur could remember the day clear as a Summer sky. How his mother was crying both tears of pain and happiness after the delivery had finished. How she was struggling to pick between the names Theseus and Tommy. Though in the end she had chosen Tommy. What a cute name for a baby she had once more brought into this world. She was proud of herself and her husband, the twins too. Wilbur remembers Tommy's first steps, and how the toddler had walked over to him. He was five years old then, when he had made the decision to stay as close as he could to Tommy their entire lives.

Techno remembers his youngest brother's first words. He remembers how clear his head was in that moment, how his mouth had turned into a huge smile along with how fuzzy he had felt inside. He didn’t know how to describe his happiness. Tommy had walked over to Techno one day, falling in the process and just pointed to him. He spilled out a hard to hear ‘Techno��. Seeing as he was just a small toddler, it wasn’t clear at first. But Tommy's first word was Techno’s name.

It was almost like a shock when the three brothers had gotten pulled out of their minds. The three were so deep into thought about their childhood and memories with their mother that they almost forgot the current circumstances. Standing there Tommy came to his complete senses, tears in his eyes as he stared at a coffin in front of him. His mother was dressed in a beautiful dress, laying neatly in the specialized coffin for her. Everyone that was close to her was giving a speech about how she would not want them to be sad over her death. How they should celebrate death as it was something apart of nature. That she would be at peace being one with nature once more.

She would be. She would always talk about how much she loved nature. She even believed it was a huge part of her past life and even her future one. Maybe one of a goddess. She would spend days on end just wandering a forest or a meadow before she had married Phil. She had even brought Techno and Wilbur on these amazing hikes through mountains. Kristen was rather an adventurous woman. Maybe that’s why Phil had fallen in love with her, because he admired how she was able to go on such adventures.

After the funeral, the three boys were allowed to do what they wanted for the next few days. Wilbur would spend his days in the very same Jasmine part of the Flower Garden. Sitting on a stone bench that was made for his mother. He would play a sad yet soft and comforting tune on his guitar. Feeling mellow and downhearted. He would sing a string of words, songs meant for his mother and only her to hear. Though it would not last very long.

Wilbur heard footsteps coming his way. Slow and soft steps, dragging along the stone path. He looked up from his guitar, examining the arched entrance to the seating gazebo. Vines wrapped around the large quartzite arch, cladded in various flowers along with Jasmine. It was a detail Kristen wanted to add to separate yet bring together the differentiating areas of the Garden.

Looking around in a sort of disconsolate haze. Stuck in his mind and past once more. Tommy was known for being stuck in his head. He wanted so desperately to go back in the past, spend more time in the happy memories he made even if it meant going through the same pain he felt now. Slowly the young teen turned and locked eyes with his elder brother.

Tears welled in his eyes once more. He was tired, and mournful. His face scrunched up as he ran over to Wilbur. He tripped into the elders arms and clung to him, mumbling words about how he already missed her. Tommy’s tears bled into others' shirt. He stopped mumbling and started to let out harsh sobs. The poor teen could feel his throat close in on itself, and his face started to feel puffy. Eyes burning and throat hoarse, he slowly sat up to look Wil in the eyes.

Wilbur was in no position to speak, at least not clearly. Seeing his own younger brother crying in so much pain, made him do the same. For what felt like hours the two sat there and cried, not saying anything to the other. Though eventually Wilbur spoke.

“She loved us Tommy, let’s not cry.” Tommy nodded and sat up. He wiped his face of the aftermath of tears, and tried to smile. It was a weary and uneven smile. Wil laughed at that and patted his head. He picked up his guitar once more and started to play a song for the teen- in some sort of hope it would bring a bigger smile to his face.

Unbeknownst to the two, their other brother was trying his hardest to keep himself together. Granted he was alone. There Technoblade was resting, book in hand. He was reading his mothers favourite book. One they would always read together. Techno held back tears as he set the book down. The pink haired male leaned back in his satin seat, tilting his head back to look up at the library's ceiling. It was adorned in a plethora of paintings. Coloured of a sky, with birds such as magnificent ravens, butterflies with patterns out of the world.

As silent tears cascaded from his eyes, Technoblade, the eldest of the three Princes, the one who was supposed to be reliable, the man himself who was given the job to protect those who have given him kindness, the one taught to repay kindness tenfold, and injustice a thousand times over, had let himself cry. To feel the pain of losing his mother. Breaking down his own walls to let the incomprehensible amount of tears, pain, and regret, a wave of loud sobs was let out from him.

He was grateful neither Phil, Tommy, or Wilbur were with him. He would not be able to feel the pain he did and let it out if they were. And he knows that. And hates it.

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mythic-red · 3 years ago

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“I am coming to an age where I can no longer be the leader of this great nation. I will pass down the Nation of Seraphic to my youngest son, Tommy. He is to become King.”

It was a shock- to everyone. The only ones who knew Tommy was to become king were the two older brothers. They are not Phil’s kids after all. They were just given the title Princes of Seraphic. Tommy stood there stunned. He didn’t want to become king- he wasn’t ready nor would make a good leader!

What was he to do? He already had enough stress on him from the past two days. He didn’t want this!

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This is a Royal / Runaway AU featuring SBI, and Bench Trio

It is currently in the works! I am currently trying to update it atleast once a week (though two chapters are out!)

Disclaimer / Warnings : This does not follow the canon dsmp timeline at all. This fic will be really / somewhat angsty. A few characters do die, and there will be panic attacks in this fic. I will have warnings before each chapter.

If you have any questions about this, feel free to ask! Also, if you would like to be tagged with each chapter upload, please do ask! I am willing to do so! Cross-posted on AO3 Cross-posted on Wattpad (As of now it has not been uploaded there yet)

Chapter One - “Lost my sense of home from the words that I've said” ~1.2k words -SBI process losing someone,, very important to them.

Chapter Two - “My brain is tired, my stomach sick” ~1.3k words -Phil makes an announcement,, one that Tommy was not expecting.

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