On Imu, Ancient weapons, Blackbeard and Nika. (MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR ALL OF ONE PIECE)
(TDLR at the bottom. Sorry for any grammatical mistakes I type too fast)
This sounds like somewhat of a stretch, however just humor me for a bit. (Credit to @hollowgears for helping brainstorm this and helping me get some of the sources. And my two mythology friends for fact checking this. And one piece reddit and tiktokers for the blackbeard cerberus theory.)
The ancient weapons are Luffy (Uranus), Blackbeard (Pluton not exactly but I'll dwelve into that), and Shirahoshi (Poseidon)
The ancient weapons were named after three Greco-Roman gods. Pluto - the underworld, Uranus - the sky, and Poseidon - the sea. Now, it's already established that Shirahoshi is Poseidon, the mermaid princess who can summon sea kings.
And all we know about Pluton, is that it's a ship under the sea in Wano. Now, if Pluton is a ship, then how the hell can Blackbeard also be Pluton? Well it's simple, who else to use the ship named after the ruler of the underworld, then the gatekeeper of hell himself, Cerberus.
There have been a lot of theories and evidence about Blackbeard having three personalities, and having the zoan fruit of Cerberus, and that's why he can have three devil fruits. However this theory is pointless when he himself states he's been hunting for a third devil fruit. However, if he was simply born that way like Shirahoshi, it could explain why he has those abilities without being a devil fruit user.
For context, Cerberus is a three-headed dog the gatekeeper of hell in Greek mythology. The Blackbeard Cerberus theory states that Blackbeard ate the Cerberus mythical zoan. Marco states in Marineford that Blackbeard has an abnormal body, as well as the three skulls on his jolly roger compared to most jolly rogers of the series, which only have one. There's also Blackbeard's three pronged weapon, the one that gave Shanks his scar that resembles a claw.
Now for the theory behind that theory, the Blackbeard with three personalities theory. Blackbeard in his introduction in Skypeia, Luffy and Zoro calls Blackbeard "they" when Nami says uses he pronouns on him. Now either Blackbeard is non-binary or is multiple people in one body (the latter being more likely let's be honest). Blackbeard has been depicted with varying personalities, sometimes he's cowardly, sometimes he's extremely intelligent (an aspect most likely taken from his real life inspiration), and optimistic and brave. He switches between these aspects from appearance, and whilst character's are capable of having multiple personality traits, the variation of these traits inspires this theory. There is also the fact that is stated that he never sleeps, he could switch between personalities while the others ones sleep, so he never has a need to.
Another aspect to the Cerberus theory, more of a stretch, when asked about the flower Blackbeard is represented by, Oda says Spider Lilies. Spider Lilies can be viewed as omens of death, and Blackbeard himself has caused two of the major character deaths in the series (Ace and Whitebeard). Death? Underworld? You get the connection.
How Blackbeard has a connection with Pluton other than vague mythology? Trust me bro.
Now for Luffy, Uranus is the god of the sky in mythology. You can probably see where I'm going with this. Luffy has the hito-hito no mi: model Nika. A mythical zoan fruit of the sun god Nika. The sun god Nika is a god that's been worshipped in the one piece world for centuries (Uranus in mythology being a primordial god, one of the first and the father of the titans), and there's an obvious connection between the sun and the sky. The sky itself is often used to symbolize freedom in media, as well as animals associated with it, along with wind.
Now, why exactly does the world government want to hide the Nika fruit so badly? Of course, Nika represents freedom. A user of the Nika fruit could hinder their plans, even possibly destroy them. That's what's implied. Could this fruit be an Ancient weapon as well, one that imu knew they could never control?
We know almost nothing about Uranus other then the fact that well.. it's a weapon. And it exists. It's strange how we've learnt about almost every weapon, and it could just be a coincidence but only now are we learning about the true nature of Luffy's fruit. Now, Luffy's fruit being the weapon contrasts Shirahoshi and Blackbeard in this theory, both being born with their connection/being the weapon. But with mythical zoan devil fruits having their own free wills, would the god of freedom not be able to choose it's own user? Someone born with the exact same ideals that it has? Maybe luffy was born to wield the fruit, or maybe it just saw him and chose him.
Now why the would I come up with this anyway? (or well, Hollow did come up with this originally I just happen to be adding more evidence)
In the Levely arc, Imu's throne room has four bounty posters. Vivi, Blackbeard, Shirahoshi, and Luffy. One could argue that it's because all four pose a danger to the government. Vivi as the descendant of the first known member of the D clan, who had something to do with the poneglyphs, Shirahoshi being an Ancient weapon, Luffy being Nika who we established the world government really did not want to exist, and Blackbeard, who's into history, kinda dangerous, and probably has some sort of connection to Rocks D Xebec (His ship name being the saber of Xebec.)
However, Shira's, Blackbeard's, and Luffy's bounty posters are all slashed by the same knife. And one eye has been cut from each.
That could be a coincidence, but as we know, Oda loves foreshadowing. This panel implies a connection between the three with Imu's hatred of them. Now, for Vivi, her ancestor if she had written or at least was able to read them, knew of the locations of the weapons. So that's her connection with them.
There are various holes, like the fact that Blackbeard has no established connection with Pluton. But hey, it's just a theory.
TDLR: Blackbeard is cerberus the gatekeeper of hell and thus was born to use the ship Pluton, named after the king of the underworld. Luffy/Nika is uranus, and the fruit either chose luffy because he seemed to match nika's personality, or he was born to use the fruit. Imu has the bounty posters of Shira, Blackbeard, and Luffy and has a knife in each.
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BEDROCK BROS THERAPIST & VILLAIN AU PART 2
Idk why yall loved this au sm, but honestly i’m not complaining because i love it too, they mean sm to me
Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/issybettyx/713172720142155776/bedrock-bros-au
Quick catch up: tommy has therapy homework, wilbur and phil are mid argument, techno is beginning to realise just how bad tommy’s life has been
Enjoy :D
Tw’s: mention of attempted murder, robbery, mention of illegal fighting rings, manipulation
———
It was Sunday when Tommy found himself first listening to Techno’s advice.
“Theseus, what’s the status report?” Wilbur’s voice came through, the speaker in his ear a little crackly but nothing he couldn’t handle. They were on a mission to steal money from a higher-up citizen of the city named ‘Kyle Banks’, the man having earned his money mostly from inheritance from his parents who’d died in a car accident a few years prior. Tommy was the one sent in to steal it, his quick feet and swift thinking perfect for the operation at hand.
Currently, he was around a corner near the door to the man’s bedroom where they knew he kept his vault. There were two guards standing by the door he would have to take down without a sound, and suddenly his potion of sleeping felt heavy in his pocket. But it would smash, right?
Maybe if he opened the bottle and held his breath and threw the potion on them it would work?
“Theseus.”
“Right, status.” He muttered to himself, cursing himself for his incompetence. “Two guards are stood at his door, meaning he is present and likely asleep. The plan is to send the guards to sleep, get in, take the money, and leave before they wake up.”
There was a sigh from the other end of the line, and Tommy couldn’t help his frown, pulling out the potion and looking over the grey liquid that hardly sparkled in the dim lighting of the halls.
“Why not just kill them? Wouldn’t that be easier?” Phil asked him, a harsh edge to his tone that made Tommy rethink the liquid in his hands, fingers gripping tighter as he bit his bottom lip.
Don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. Techno’s words rang through his head, his father’s words turning into muffled jumble before he promptly turned off his earpiece, taking it off and tucking it into one of his pockets. Then, he made sure his mask was secure over his face before quietly popping the lid off, throwing the contents right over the guards.
For a moment, there was nothing but confused mumbling as they looked in his direction. But then, they started to sway, eyes fighting against fluttering shut before they both started to fall. Tommy darted, quickly holding them before they fell and slowly lowered them to the floor. After a moment of searching, he found a set of keys, and he quickly placed them in his pocket as well before opening the door, looking in.
Kyle was lying asleep on his bed, mouth open and drool dribbling down his cheek. He wouldn’t wake up from a gunshot, Tommy thought with an amused huff, moving to the vault and making quick work of figuring out the code, taking out a large piece of tape and pressing it to the buttons. When he removed it, it revealed four different dirt marks which he related to the man asleep.
How stupid to make the password your birthday, he almost commented aloud as he pressed the buttons, the door clicking open.
Inside was a gun, a few envelopes and several wads of cash, all of which he stashed in a bag he’d brought before clicking the vault shut, turning to see the sleeping man in the exact position as before.
The window was pushed open, and Tommy jumped out soundlessly, letting it slip back shut perfectly behind him.
The police didn’t even no where to start.
—
“Why the fuck did you turn off your earpiece?” Phil practically spat, pointing an accusatory finger at him when he walked back through the door. But Tommy didn’t even acknowledge him, pulling out the cash and placing it on the table before moving to the kitchen. “Don’t ignore me!”
“He got the money, Dad, what’s the problem?” Wilbur returned, frowning as he pointed to the money. But the man groaned, Tommy quickly making himself a sandwich as he did so.
“That’s not my point. Sure he did it, but this is an extremely expensive piece of tech, and any reckless movements could’ve broken it.”
“We both know that’s not your issue.”
The room fell silent, and Tommy took a bite out of his sandwich, thinking about the letters in his bag before deciding he’d open them in his room, taking another bite as he stared at his Dad and brother.
Then, his dad turned to him, a sour look on his face that almost made Tommy shiver; but it was a look he was used to, a look of bitter disappointment.
“You should’ve killed them.”
For a moment, he thought of apologising, of promising he would do better and listen to his father next time. But then he remembered Techno, how he’d said not to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with.
Robbing a rich man was one thing, but killing two innocent guards in the process? What about their families? What about their future? What about their entire life leading up to that point, ending it out of pure fear for your own reputation?
It was stupid, and Techno hadn’t given him homework for nothing.
Tommy found he missed Techno.
But he was just his therapist, so he brushed away the thought, looking at his father with thinly veiled anger.
“If you care so much maybe you should’ve done it yourself.” He muttered, glaring at Phil was his chin high, the man pausing as his anger dropped for a moment, and then it was returned full force, teeth gritted as he clenched and unclenched his fists at his sides.
Before the other could get another word in, he left the room, leaving his brother and dad alone as he skipped up the steps.
Eventually, he got to his room, locking the door behind him before falling onto his bed, taking a deep breath before taking the letters out of his bag, staring at them with a strange adoration.
They were all addressed to the man he’d robbed, each sealed with an intent to stay sealed. Of course, that didn’t deter Tommy, who got it open with ease and slipped the papers out. There was a handwritten letter, the words neatly etched onto the page.
‘Dear Mr Banks,
I understand your schedule doesn’t have time to read through my insignificant letters anymore, but I beg of you to listen to what I have to say if only this once.
The company is under threat of decimation, someone in the villains organisation has leaked our goals to the hero committee, and without taking action soon we will be taken down.
Extra precautions will have to be put in place to keep the organisation safe; your wealth, your job and your life are at risk, and if we don’t ask soon then the ending will be anything but positive.
- J’
Huh.
He looked at the other letter, addressed to a person named ‘Johnathan Bernard’, the letter sealed the same as the other.
And, in strangely similar and still different handwriting, Tommy read the letter. It only added to his confusion.
‘Mr Bernard,
Thank you for reaching out about your concern for the company, and I do hope this letter finds you in good health.
I understand your worries, but even with the hero committee knowing of our plans, the company won’t falter. I built it up to be strong, to not fall to those not stronger than it, and I must reassure you that the company will survive anything the hero committee decides to throw at us. However, you did mention the villains organisation; are we sure they’re the ones who leaked it?
We have many allies, all of which are more likely to hand over our secrets to people like the hero committee. In fact, the villain organisation would be my last idea for leaking anything. Philza has them under control, and as long as they stay loyal we have nought to fear.
Updates would be appreciated.
- K’
It was so painfully forged that Tommy almost laughed, but he knew that no one else would be able to notice the similarities in the writing.
Nothing made sense.
Kyle Banks was known for his wealth because of his parents, not because of any company he owned. It wasn’t public that he was working at all, and whether the company was forged with the letters he wasn’t entirely sure. And for them to be reported to the hero committee? It couldn’t be anything good.
Johnathan Bernard wasn’t a commonly known man, but most people working alongside the villain organisation knew him. Mostly for his work in illegal fighting rings, betting money on people willing to sacrifice their lives for the entertainment of others. It was nothing Tommy had ever been interested in, but Wilbur had been invited one night (not that he went of course, instead he spent the night complaining to Tommy about the ignorance of some people).
The entire situation was more than Tommy’s overwhelmed mind could handle, so he slipped the envelopes shut and hid them among the books on his shelf, making sure they weren’t visible before slipping into bed.
His eyes shut the moment his head hit the pillow.
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It was Thursday when Tommy couldn’t stop thinking about Techno.
For the entire week he’d been able to shove him out of his mind to focus on more important things, but stood outside of Tubbo’s house in the evening, dressed up a little nicer than usual because of the planned family dinner, he couldn’t stop letting the thoughts circle his mind.
Tubbo had asked him to come the day before, saying how he really didn’t want to go but would be willing if his best friend went with him, and his mother agreed.
If Tubbo murders your cousin, don’t immediately forgive him.
Well, it wasn’t exactly murder, and he wasn’t exactly Tubbo’s cousin, but this seemed pretty close to death, and it was definitely the boy’s fault. Techno would’ve been fit for the occasion, if he wore his usual frilled shirt and suit bottoms. Maybe he’d be overdressed, but who was anyone to judge? If anything, Tommy found it awesome how the man could dress so amazingly all the time, he wished he could relate.
Anywho, he stood at the door, hearing the chatter from inside as he rethought his life decisions, before finally knocking.
It was Tubbo who opened the door, a smile immediately spread across his face as he dragged the boy in by his wrist, giggling mischievously as he shut the door behind them. “Took you long enough, dinner won’t be another half an hour so we have time to kill.”
“Tubbo, and I mean this in the nicest way possible,” Tommy started as he was dragged up the stairs, smiling all the while, “If you have a hostage up here I am not helping you get information out of them.”
The boy huffed, and yet gave no indication Tommy was incorrect, and Tommy had to hide his shudder.
Despite only being 14, Tommy was one of the most skilled villains of the city. And, somehow, a short child scared him more than anything else did.
When they opened the door to Tubbo’s room, it was the same as it always was; the decorations were fitting (a lot of bees, random posters he’d found on the streets, a roof tile?), but you could hardly see them under the messy spell that the room was enchanted with - bed unmade, too many empty monster cans dotted around, clothes scattered across the floor.
Nothing was inherently off about the room, but Tubbo’s grin told him he was missing something.
After the bedroom door shut behind them, the brunette skipped to his wardrobe, not wasting a second before pulling the door open, revealing-
“Tubbo I was joking about the hostages!” Tommy immediately yelled, covering his mouth when the boy shot him the harshest glare.
Sat inside the closet, long legs pulled up to his chest, was a boy. A tall, brunette, absolutely petrified boy. His mouth and hands were tied, eyes a shimmering grey eyes. Except, his mouth wasn’t exactly tied, more-so his mask.
“He’s not a hostage, he’s my friend.” Tubbo tried, still grinning. Tommy gave the taller boy a short glance, watching him slowly shake his head in a way that was subtle enough for Tubbo not to notice. “His name is Ranboo.”
Tubbo slowly took off Ranboo’s gag, and the boy took a steadying breath, eyes meeting Tommy’s again.
“My name isn’t Ranboo, it’s-“
“Well it is now!” Tubbo tried, and the other fixed him with an incredulous look. And yet, he didn’t argue, sighing before holding his tied hands out towards the other, who undid them with a hum. “I found him on the street, he needed somewhere to stay.”
“So, let me get this straight,” Tommy started, pinching his nose as the other two looked at him. “Ranboo needed a place to stay so you kidnapped him, hid him in your closet, and lied to me about dinner?”
The lying about dinner would be assumed, otherwise he’d already be able to smell the food as the steam curled from the oven.
Tubbo nodded, smiling all the while.
Ranboo looked torn between screaming and laughing.
Tommy could only think about Technoblade.
“Tubbo, that’s-“ he sighed again, frowning as he looked at the other. “You can’t just do that to someone.”
At this, Tubbo seemed unreasonably confused, brows furrowed in utter bewilderment. Ranboo, however, seemed to ease a little, knowing at least someone was on his side. In Tubbo’s defence, Tommy usually went along with his chaotic schemes, dragging the blonde with him who had way better things to be doing - taking down organisations, arson, killing people, the usual - and wasn’t exactly fond on the idea of hurting people for no reason.
“Why not?” He asked, almost curious as he spoke.
“Because- I don’t know, you could’ve hurt him? Traumatised him? Got yourself arrested?” Tommy listed off, leaning on the back of the door with his arms crossed over his chest. “You shouldn’t kidnap people, it’s not nice big man.”
The other seemed to listen to the words, blinking before looking at Ranboo, the man standing as he brushed down his clothes.
“Oh.” Was all he could get out for a moment, eyes staying fixed on the floor as he bit his bottom lip, before finally glancing back up with a frown, a sad look flickering in his deep brown eyes. “I’m sorry Ranboo.”
It seemed the other wanted to argue, maybe point out the fact it wasn’t his name again. Instead, he nodded, opting to ruffle Tubbo’s hair, forcing the boy to squawk before shoving him away, his frown much more fake than just a moment before.
Tommy watched on with a growing smile.
He couldn’t wait to see Technoblade again.
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Tommy waltzed into The Therapy Building TM, two bouquets of flowers in hand as he made his way towards the counter, quickly placing one before the woman behind the counter could look up. When she finally did, she smiled, taking them from the wooden counter top to study them.
“Before you say anything, it’s not a gesture, that would be very unpoggers.” Tommy told her, swaying on his feet as she looked back up at him, a warm smile pressed to her face that made his cheeks flush red, looking to the hallway instead. “Everyone deserves flowers from time to time.” He muttered out finally, not expecting her to let out a light laugh, studying the colours before pulling out a vase, filling it with water from a nearby water bottle and placing them inside, assorting them to perfection.
“Thank you, Tommy.” She told him, and Tommy smiled back, heading off in the direction of Techno’s office.
It was only the third week, and yet Tommy found himself growing more and more comfortable by the day, knocking without an ounce of hesitation.
“Come in!” Techno’s deep voice called, and Tommy wasted no time, strolling in with a smile before falling into the seat. Techno eyed the bouquet for a moment, and didn’t take his eyes off of it when it was placed in front of him.
Several species of flowers Tommy had specially chosen lay inside, some pink and some red.
Carnations, lotus, tulips, lilies- he’d basically just asked them to add a load of pretty flowers, and he thought they did a decent job of it.
“I-“ Techno cut himself off, slowly picking up the flowers to study them closer, just as the lady behind the counter had. He really had to get her name some day soon. “Why?”
“I like flowers, but people don’t receive flowers often enough, so,” he motioned to the bouquet, smile only growing alongside Technoblade’s confusion, “Flowers.”
The man hummed, looking around his room for a moment before taking a strangely tall glass, placing them in there without water (likely a temporary holder). “I’ve never been given flowers before.” He confessed, looking at them with such warmth Tommy’s own smile started to hurt. “Thank you.”
His heart stuttered.
The Techno just thanked him?”
Something wasn’t right with the world anymore.
“It’s my pleasure big man.” Tommy told him with a grin, and Techno glanced back him, eyes half-lidded - not in exhaustion, rather in concentration.
And then- “How was your week?”
Tommy’s smile faltered.
At that, Techno’s warm look weakened, patient as ever as Tommy collected his thoughts.
“Well,” he said before coughing, looking out of the window at the trees below, cars winding through them on smooth roads, “I did my therapy homework.”
The man continued to wait.
It reminded Tommy a little of their first session just two weeks before.
“I- I was told to do something, something bad,” I didn’t want to shoot them, I didn’t need to shoot them- “And I told him no, I told him I didn’t want to.”
Techno gave him a saddened look for a moment, and it was masked within the second and replaced with something dangerously neutral. “Who’s ‘he’?”
Now, this was a tricky one.
It was a simple answer, really. One word, one name that in fact didn’t suit the man at all.
But it was a risky answer. That one word could give him away, give the organisation away, and Tommy didn’t want to be the bearer of such a burden-
Then again, therapy was about being honest, right? And it’s not like Techno would figure out he was the Theseus, world renowned villain, infamous for his agility and intelligence, all from him saying his Dad wasn’t the best man on the planet.
“My Dad,” he finally replied, after the minutes dragged on into what felt like hours. Techno sighed, whether it was relief or sorrow, Tommy wasn’t sure. “He- he’s in his own world most of the time, has his own rights and wrongs, so on and so forth.”
Tommy shut his mouth then, knowing that if he said much else they’d all be doomed.
Tommy would be doomed, Phil would be doomed, Wilbur would be-
“I’m going to say something, and this doesn’t mean your Dad’s actions are okay,” Techno started, and all Tommy could manage was a frown, “But sometimes people are stuck in their own worlds, they have their own lives and storylines where they are the protagonist. They’re saving everyone in their own mind, and they don’t realise just how damaging it can be for those around them.”
“Now, Tommy, have you heard of the Philza?” His Dad asked him one night, his smile warm as he looked down at his five year old son, who’s smile was as bright as the sun and hair as much so, blue eyes eerily reminiscent of those staring at his own.
Tommy grimaced, scrunching up his nose as he nodded.
“He’s a bad man, he hurts people.”
“He hurts people for the greater good, Toms,” he Dad explained, and Tommy made sure to lean in closer and make sure he heard every word his father spoke. “When all of the truly bad people are gone, Philza will be seen as a hero.”
“So,” Tommy tried, yawning before snuggling closer to his Dad, “Philza isn’t a bad man?”
“Most people think he is, but he isn’t.” His father went silent for a minute, fingers pulling across his scalp as he hummed. “Would you say I’m a bad man, Tommy?”
A realisation dawned on the young boy. His childish heart told him it was excitement and adoration. As Tommy grew older, he knew it was a flutter of newfound fear.
“You’re Philza?” Tommy practically breathed out, jaw dropped as his Dad laughed, something bitter lacing his chuckles that Tommy hadn’t been able to spot before.
“I am Toms, I am.”
Tommy doesn’t remember the rest of the conversation.
He was surprised he’d remembered any of it at all.
“Do you like living where you do right now?” Techno asked when he realised the blonde was deep in thought, catching his blue eyed gaze with a strange curiosity.
Did he?
Wilbur was there. He liked Wilbur. Wilbur fought for him, fought for them both. His brother wanted out just as much as he did, but they’d both been caught in their father’s web with no way of getting back out.
Sometimes he told himself he didn’t mind the constant yelling, the screaming matches he’d walk in on.
Sometimes he told himself he didn’t mind the ear-splitting silence, something abhorrent coating his family’s features as they looked anywhere but each other.
Sometimes he told himself the constant anger simmering under his surface was nothing but hot ashes from a long-gone-out fire.
Maybe, if he was given the chance to leave, he’d do it in a heartbeat.
“Not really.”
“Who do you live with?”
He bit his lip, covering his shut eyes with his palm.
Being emotionally vulnerable was never truly his forte.
“My Dad and brother, but my brother is really the only one that sticks around.”
“What’s your brothers name?”
Siren. “Wilbur.”
Techno hummed again, picking up a pen and tapping it lightly against his arm.
And then- “Did you stop Tubbo from killing your cousin?”
Tommy laughed, his smile only a tad forced as he giggled. “I mean he did kidnap a child, so not really.”
The man paused.
Tommy paused too.
“In a video game.” He added, but the excuse was weak, and Techno had already seen the truth in his words.
“Is-“ he started, lost for words as he squinted his eyes, a weak attempt at trying to figure it all out. “Is the child okay?”
“Mentally? I don’t think so. But not from the kidnapping.” He was just making it worse, in retrospect. “He was running from somewhere and needed a place to stay, so Tubbo kidnapped him and tricked me into coming to his house to see him.”
Techno cocked his head, it was almost puppy like.
Tommy knew that if Techno was a puppy, he’d be that really yappy white dog, the one that got annoyed at every living thing it saw and then proceeded to rip it’s neck off it’s-
“Did you forgive him?”
Tommy grinned, lifting his chin triumphantly before shaking his head. “Nope! I told him to apologise to the traumatised man-child, who’s called Ranboob by the way, and then we played Monopoly for the evening. I forgave Tubbo when he gave me a hundred to pay rent on Ranboob’s property.”
The other man seemed a little thrown off, but Tommy continued to smile, so eventually a smile crept up onto his own face.
“Well, you certainly had a week didn’t you?” Techno scoffed, and Tommy rolled his eyes again, leaning back into the comfortable chair as he looked at the flowers, his smile turning more warm that prideful.
“That’s one way to put it.”
He still had to figure out what Kyle Banks’ company was. He still had to figure out why the letters were forged. He still had to find a way to leave the villain organisation overall.
But he’d done a few good things. Taken a few, small steps.
Sure maybe he’d put a few men to sleep and did a little robbery.
Sure his kill-count was too high for any teenager, or any living being at all.
Sure he saw his therapist as more of a father figure than his Dad had ever been.
But he’d taken a few steps.
They say babysteps, right? Can’t do everything all at once.
“You did what now?” Techno drawled, pulling him out of his thoughts with a startle, eyes wide as he slapped a hand over his mouth.
Which part did he say out loud?
“Nothing, that was a joke.”
The man didn’t seemed convinced, a stressed hand running through his hair as he took a shaky breath.
“Tommy.” He sounded more tired, and maybe a little sad, than angry. Which was confusing. “What men did you put to sleep?”
Thank god I didn’t say the kill-count, that would’ve been terrible.
“I sang them to sleep, with my amazing voice.” Tommy continued, grinning no matter how forced he knew it looked. Techno was completely unimpressed.
He had to get out of there before he let anything else slip.
“Listen-“
“Oh, big man! Look at the time!” Tommy interrupted him, jumping up out of his chair and already walking towards the door, ignoring the pained look on the other’s face. “Well, I’ll see you next week yeah?”
“Tommy-“
“Bye!”
The door slammed shut.
Tommy left the building.
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Hello hello, the much wanted part two :D we have bench trio, and we have philza being a terrible father! :D
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Idk how long this is tbh, i wrote it during several sessions because i keep writing different aus on my notes for no reason at all (painter technoblade, tommy hanahaki au, tommy learns how to smile, it’s a lot okay?)
If you enjoy my writing, I’m currently posting a multi-chap pirate fic on my ao3 :D @/issybettyx as usual <3
Hope you’re all good, and if you’re like my and hayfever is kicking ur ass rn, just know you’re not alone lmao
Stay safe!
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