#darryl belongs to fandom now

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I Would Go 'Most Anywhere (To Feel Like I Belong)

by terrible_writing_here

“I’m seventeen now, and,” Tommy stammered for a bit, “I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m doing!” Tubbo turned his body towards him a little more, “I’m going to be eighteen next year, and then, my dad could step down at any moment and I just..what? Have to be ready to lead a fucking kingdom? A fucking country?” He tugged at his blond hair, “I can’t do it. I can’t fucking do it.”

“Come on Tommy, don’t be like that.” Tubbo crossed his legs, frown deepening with confusion. Tommy was very open with Tubbo, but this was probably the first time he’d heard him speak so genuinely about something like this, “You’ll figure it out!”

“What if I don’t?” Tommy held his hands together tightly, like he was the only lifeline around. But how could you be a tether when you simultaneously felt you were drifting away?

Words: 1382, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP, Sleepy Bois Inc

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Niki | Nihachu, Alexis | Quackity, Grayson | Purpled (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Toby Smith | Tubbo, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Luke | Punz, Sam | Awesamdude, Darryl Noveschosch | BadBoyHalo, GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Fundy (Video Blogging RPF), Dream SMP Ensemble, Sleepy Bois Inc. (Video Blogging RPF), Eret (Video Blogging RPF), Cara | CaptainPuffy

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Tommyinnit & Philza, Tubbo & Tommyinnit, Purpled & TommyInnit, Fundy & Wilbur Soot, Niki | Nihachu & Technoblade, Niki | Nihachu & Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & Tommyinnit, Purpled & Punz, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & Kristin Rosales Watson

Additional Tags: Found Family, Sleepy Bois Inc-centric, Wilbur Soot and Technoblade are Siblings, Good Parent Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson is TommyInnit's Parent (Video Blogging RPF), Alternate Universe - Royalty, Wilbur and Techno aren't pirates but they are sailors, King Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Prince TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Prince Toby Smith | Tubbo, Tommy doesn't want to be a prince, L him I guess, Grayson | Purpled and Luke | Punz are Siblings, Ranboo & TommyInnit Friendship (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit Friendship, A whole bunch of them are royalty okay, I MAINTAIN THE RIGHT TO CHANGE TAGS (with warning), Tags will change and update okay

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Darryl Masterlist

Darryl came into being as a random name thrown out there as one of Hardison’s many foster siblings on this post about The Hardison Foster Sibling Group Chat. And then he kind of began popping up other places as well. Darryl now belongs to fandom as a whole, and this is the masterlist of places he’s been mentioned and the Lore.

-Very lazy, would prefer to get Nana flowers every year for her birthday but that is against the rules of Hardison’s Nana Birthday Sign-Up Sheet. -Writes incredibly long fanfictions for Star Wars rarepairs. -Incredibly perceptive. Totally guessed Eliot was the one cooking all those delicious things. Also one of the only people in the Nana Family Group Chat to recognize the OT3 before they actually told everyone. -Darryl and Hardison used to share a room, which is why he knows Exactly who Hardison’s type is. -Likes to gloat. Preferably through personally designed mugs. -plays D&D, really likes the arm warmers Eliot knit for him. (The first ‘real’ fanfic Darryl ever popped up in!) -Has snakes and had to move them cross country fast after he got promoted, which ended up going down as the Snake Relay, a move Hardison has used several times since in his charity work getting activists out of dangerous situations. -Darryl’s oldest snake is called Snarryl. -Works as an analyst. Does not want to join in Whatever Hardison Is Doing, because it sounds like way too much running around and physical danger. -Very attuned to The Vibes. -Darryl is autistic. -Not afraid to let a bro borrow a shirt, but only the funny embarrassing fandom ones. -A good bro who will help saw your boyfriend out of a little tikes toy car even while being threatened.

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Chapters: 21/? Fandom: Leverage Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alec Hardison/Parker/Eliot Spencer Characters: Parker (Leverage), Alec Hardison, Eliot Spencer (Leverage), Original Characters, Sophie Devereaux (Leverage), Nate Ford Additional Tags: POV Outsider, Kid Fic, Found Family, Post-Canon, Original Non-Binary Character - Freeform, dumpster raccoons, Evil CEOs, stabby the roomba - Freeform, thrift stores, Fluff, Surprise Knives, the end of con Gloat, Resting Intern Face, the Leverage alternate revenue stream, Christmas, Angst with a Happy Ending, Transphobia, terrible but great christmas gifts, Old Nate The Painting, Racism, the fanfic equivalent of one of those shopping montages, Scrapbooks, the Leverage group chat, Stabbing, Eliot Spencer’s Totally Innocent-Looking But Very Distinctive Tactical Weapon Placement, some mild kidnapping, Thanksgiving

Summary:

In which Jamie meets some criminals, kind of gets adopted, and decides life as a vigilante criminal is pretty good.

Chapter 22 is up! In which Jamie meets Hardison’s family and is a bad influence on small children, Darryl woke up and chose violence, and Breanna and Jamie are cousins now and you can’t stop them.

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Breanna and the Phantoms

(Also on AO3)

Since losing her parents in a car accident, Breanna didn’t sing anymore. Or hack. They’d sent her to her grandmother first, but she’d slowly started to forget her, too. She wasn’t sure what was worse, losing someone in one flash of headlights and screech of tires, or slowly, over the course of a few months, until the bad days outweighed the good ones so much that there was almost nothing left of her grandmother at all.

They’d sent her to live in a foster home, after that. Nana was a no-nonsense kind of woman, who took one look at her refusal to participate in music class and the weird way she was both drawn to and repulsed by computers and sent her to a therapist. Her dad had taught her how to play the piano. They used to write songs together. Her mom had taught her how to hack, fingers flying over a different type of keyboard, making music with code and bytes and command lines.

She just wasn’t sure she could do it anymore. Even if it meant getting kicked out of the music program.

Sunday dinners at Nana’s house were usually kind of a big thing. Every first Sunday of the month, she’d host this pretty much all-day dinner for anyone who wanted to come. Former foster kids stopped by for brunch, Nana’s friends from church came by for lunch, the neighbours, people from Eli’s temple, it was this big whole day affair. Sometimes it was fun, especially if Darryl brought over his Spirit Ruse cards, but some days Breanna just wanted to hide away from everything.

Which was how she’d ended up in the weird garage at the side of the property. Nana had told her about the instruments in there, and said she was welcome to go and check it out whenever she wanted, no pressure. Which of course meant she’d avoided the place like the plague. It was perfect, because it was the last place anyone would ever look for her now. She’d snuck inside, skirting past the instruments covered in sheets, and had heaved herself up the stairs to the small loft. Even if anyone did come looking, they wouldn’t find her easily.

Hiding away was pretty boring, though, so pretty soon she was poking away at the junk in the loft. There were bags of old clothes, more instruments, an entire box full of old romance novels, a weird looking, dusty cardboard model of a church with a stained glass window depicting… snake Jesus? What the hell. But below it was where she found the real treasure.

“Oh my god look at you, you beautiful antique,” she breathed out. This computer was ancient. Like, from the actual Nineties. Early Nineties! For a moment, she forgot all about hiding out, too busy carefully bringing the computer down the stairs and seeing if it booted up. She could play Oregon Trail on it or something, who knew.

Miraculously, it booted up. She’d had to hack to get around the password protection, but really, it was a computer from the Nineties. It was more nostalgic than challenging, even if there were some odd quirks in the codes she was pretty much entirely sure shouldn’t be there. Maybe whatever geek had owned this computer knew what they were doing. Maybe she’d ask Darryl if he knew anything about who had owned it. It had to be from around when he’d been staying at Nana’s, right? He was old.

She poked around the files on the desktop. There were no photos. There were a bunch of old-school cracked SNES games, and a little folder titles ‘not illegally downloaded music’. It had all sorts of genres in it, from rock to pop punk, to R&B and even some country. Maybe this had been a family computer? That was a thing back in the day, right? But there was only one user.

There was another folder on the desktop titled The Greatest Music Of All Time, which also seemed to be composed of MP3s and text files. She clicked one of the mp3s, and it started playing from the shitty little speakers. But something was off about the sound, unless this was some kind of weird-screamo-alternative thing.

Except the screaming wasn’t coming from the speakers. It was coming from the… three figures that dropped out of nowhere in front of her. There was a girl with long blonde hair in a leather jacket, a lanky black guy in a soft looking pink hoodie and a distressed jacket, and a short guy with long hair wearing a red flannel and torn jeans.

Breanna screamed, and the three people screamed and grabbed each other. She grabbed one of the speakers and chucked it at them, screaming louder when it went right through Leather Jacket’s stomach. She looked unfazed, but at least she stopped screaming long enough to say ‘hey!’ in an offended tone, which made the two boys stop as well. Just for good measure, the chucked the other speaker as well. The long haired guy ducked, but it went through his shoulder, same as what had happened with the girl.

Because she was a scientist, Breanna did the next logical thing. She grabbed something off the shelf behind her (a crucifix of all things) and chucked it at Hoodie.

“Now that is just anti-Semitic!” he said, ducking behind the other guy.

“Please stop screaming!” Flannel Guy growled, clutching at his ears. Breanna did, if only because if Nana came out here, she’d send her back to Dr. Turner three times a week if not more.

“Who are you,” she asked. “And what are you doing in my Nana’s garage?”

“Oh hey,” Hoodie said, peering over Flannel’s shoulder. “You’re one of Nana’s, that’s cool. I’m Alec, sorry I couldn’t be here to give you  the tour, that’s usually my job, but you see, we had this big performance and…” he paused, looking around. “Guys, what did she do with all our stuff?” He glared at Breanna, and she grabbed another thing off the shelf.  None of them seemed very impressed with her improved weapon of An Ugly Statue, though. “You’re here for like one night and you’ve already messed with our stuff?”

“Give us a second,” the blonde said, pulling the other two into a huddle. Breanna took the time to check her pulse, her forehead. How did you know you were having a psychotic episode? She knew the signs of a stroke, but not of this. Maybe she should Google it. Maybe she should make a break for it and just never come back here again and pretend she hadn’t gone insane. Maybe she’d inhaled some weird spores up in the loft and this was all a bad trip or something.

“How’d she get all this stuff in here so fast?” Alec was saying, waving his hand at the boxes stacked in the corner, and the grand piano near the window.

“Maybe she’s a witch,” the blonde whispered back, far too loudly. “There’s chairs on the ceiling.”

“Dammit, Parker, there’s no such thing as witches,” Long Haired Guy said.

“You sure, Eliot?” Alec said. “Because I used to think there was no such thing as ghosts and well.” He made a dramatic gesture between the three of them, flailing in place. The other guy muttered what sounded like ‘dammit, Hardison’ under his breath.

“So we’re going with witch?” the girl, Parker, asked.

“No, we’re not going with witch,” Eliot said, rolling his eyes. “She’s just scared. Let someone who actually knows how to talk to girls handle this one.” And man, ghost or not, he was going to be sorely disappointed that whatever white-boy charm he thought he had going on would have zero effect on her whatsoever.

Which appeared to be none, because he gave her what she assumed he thought was a nice smile before half-yelling “Why are you in our studio?” at her.

“Why are you haunting Nana’s studio?” she shot back.

“Nana lets us use it,” Alec said. “We’re in this band called Sunset Swerve.”

“Tell your friends,” the blonde chirped.

“Last night was a really big night for us,” Alec continued. “It was going to change our lives. Which uh, I guess it did, but not in the right way.” The guy with the long hair looked like he swallowed a lemon, clearly not amused at the joke. The girl, gently poked at her shoulder, ignoring Breanna’s flinch when her hand went straight through.

“Okay, this is freaking me out,” Breanna said, dodging another poke from Parker. She moved to behind the piano, taking out her phone.

“What is that, what are you doing?” Eliot asked, suspicious.

“It’s my phone,” she said, glaring as Alec moved closer to peer at it.

“Who are you calling?” Parker asked. Like she’d be stupid enough to call anyone in what was either a really bad trip or her Sixth Sense ‘I see dead people’ awakening.  

“I’m looking up Sunset Curve,” she said, annoyed to see Alec had moved behind the piano with her, gawking over her shoulder.

“Sunset Swerve!” the three of them said, offended.

“You guys, I don’t think we died last night…” Alec began, trying to poke at her phone. Rude. Luckily his hand went straight through it. “This tech is like… Woah.” He paused to read the headline of the article she’d brought up.

“Says here you died…” Breanna paused, making sure she had the math correct. “Twenty-five years ago.” That explained the fascination with her phone. And the Nineties fashion. Though to be fair, the Nineties were coming back, so it wasn’t like they looked too out of place.

“What?” Eliot said, sounding angry. “No. No, that’s impossible. After we floated out of the ambulance all we did was go to that weird dark room where Hardison cried.”

“Weeell,” Alec said, voice high-pitched and spluttering. “I don’t… I think we were all pretty upset, y’know?”

“But that was just for like an hour,” Parker said, full of conviction. “We weren’t gone that long.”

“You died in 1996,” Breanna pointed out. “It’s 2021.”

“So we’re in the future?” Parker asked.

“I think so, babe,” Alec said. “I mean, I would have killed for a phone like that. That tech is like… sci-fi good. She has the internet. In her pocket.” Eliot rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, clearly not impressed. Which was kind of rude, because the internet was really cool and sometimes when she thought about having access to all the information in the world inside a tiny little device in her back pocket was pretty cool. (Until she thought about it for too long and landed on, you know, privacy violations and algorithms and conspiracy theory echo chambers and anon hate and all of the terrible things that came with the internet.)

“Hold up, hold up, hold up a sec,” Alec said. “Does this mean I have been crying. For twenty-five years? Without a hug from either of you?” He pointed an accusing finger at the other two.

“I was looking for a way out!” Parker defended.

“And you,” Alec said, pointing at the other guy. “What’s your excuse? Or is it just ‘oh Hardison I’m emotionally constipated, I don’t do emotions’.”

Eliot looked flustered, but didn’t have anything to say other than: “Dammit, Hardison. Can we focus here?”

“Focus on what?” Alec said. “How you won’t hug me even in a weird dark room with nobody else around because you’re too cool?”

“How we’re not alive anymore and technically homeless?” Eliot shot back.

“We’re not homeless,” Parker said, cheerfully flopping down on the old leather couch Breanna had been sitting on and stretching out. “My couch is still here!”

“And I like, live here,” Alec said. “I mean, if it’s been twenty-five years I technically aged out but I’m pretty sure Nana wouldn’t kick me out. Or any of us. She always pretended she didn’t know Parker was staying in the garage, even that time the cops showed up looking for her.”

“We’re still ghosts, man!” Eliot said, sounding upset. “Your Nana is a nice churchgoing lady, what’s stopping her from getting a priest in here to exorcise us when she finds out the place is haunted?”

“Excuse me, Nana runs a multi-denominational household,” Alec said, offended. “I’m sure she can make room for some ghosts.”

“I mean,” Breanna butted in. They turned to her like they’d kind of forgotten she was there. “Nobody else really comes out here anymore. That’s why I was hiding out here. You can stay here, if you want.”

She really was going crazy, but the way the three smiled at her, it felt like the start of something good.

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question, since you seem to be the authority on Darryl.

so, I've been thinking about names a lot because I guess I blinked wrong one day and am now obsessed with Quinn. and by extension Quinn and Parker as a duo. and maybe Quinn has one name because he was in the show for a combined 6 minutes, but personally I think Quinn has one name because like Parker, he just adopted this one name and will take no questions about it.

I don't think we know a lot about Alec Hardison's birth parents, but from what he's said it seemed like nana is, well, nana is everything to him. (not to say he didn't once love his birth parents, but I'm just making assumptions for the sake of this headcanon.)

nana, who runs a leads a multi-denominational household (aka supports the religion her kids come to her household with) seems like the type who, if formally adopting a kid from foster care, would let the kid choose if they wanted to change their name.

in redemption, Breanna is Breanna Casey. she mentions her parents dying. it makes sense that she would want to keep her parents name if she had a good relationship with them and losing them was traumatic.

in the Darryl post, Eliot refers to Darryl as a Hardison. we don't know nana's last name (or even her legal first name), but what if it is Hardison. and Alec and Darryl are two of the kids that chose to be formally adopted and become a Hardison because they were lost alone once and nana claimed them and loved them.

I guess this is not an actual question, sorry. I just wondered if you had any thoughts?

I am technically the authority on Darryl since I made him up, but Darryl belongs to fandom. I’m more of a Darryl Keeper. A Darryl Lore Collector. People tell me stuff about Darryl and I go: yeah, sure.

(Also I blame @darkfinch and @be-gay-do-heists for the Quinn Renaissance, personally. But yes, Quinn 🤝 Parker one name supremacy.)

I think the show left it intentionally vague if Nana's last name is Hardison, which really annoys me because there's so much meta to be had about Hardison’s last name either way. (Is it his birth name? Is it Nana's last name? Is it his first Iron Clad Alias that he decided to become Famous with?)

I love the idea of Nana giving kids about to age out of the system the option of becoming a Hardison if that is her last name, though. Or at any time. Or if they want to be an honourary Hardison. Alec can make you an honourary Hardison, right Alec? With your little plastic cards? (Insert Hardison freaking out because Nana is totally letting him know she found his fake ID-making set up.)

I’ve been kind of on the fence about Darryl’s last name, but that is lovely. I hope Redemption some day gives us a definitive answer on Nana’s Last Name. Until them she can join Parker and Quinn’s club, I guess.

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Ah yes, Darryl's oldest and most beloved pet snake, Snarryl.

Nana praying to the lord for patience when teenage Darryl and Hardison construct an entire cardboard church complete with light-up stained glass window so Snarryl can go to Snurch.

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I need to know more about Darryl in the context of Darryl, not just through the eyes of The Team or The Groupchat.

Aside from Receiving The Vibes, what's his special skill? What career is he pursuing? How does he handle the fact no one believes him about stuff at first (for a while, I imagine the more he's proven right the more people believe) how's his Role In The Family? I dunno why but I'm kinda picking up Middle Child vibes? What's his favorite food? Last name? Hopes and Dreams? Social security numb-

Listen. I know nothing about Darryl except what fandom tells me. Darryl belongs to all of us. Did I know he had snakes? I did not. Did I know he plays D&D? I did not, but it tracks.

I like to think Darryl has some kind of analyst job that would lend itself very easily to what Leverage does but he's like, totally uninterested in doing crime. Alec, buddy, your friends are cool and all but there seems to be way too much running around and being put in danger for my taste. Anyway did you hear Tasha's dissertation defence is next week and she doesn't want any of us to come, can you do your crime thing so we can all watch anyway? Nana is making snacks for a watch party.

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Would it be ok to hc Darryl as autistic and Hardison living with him and understanding his boundaries made him able to understand Parker better

My friend, Darryl is what you make of him which means this is now canon.

I bet bb!Hardison got really good at finding his way around convoluted systems and maybe or maybe not with some hacking helping Nana get Darryl the accommodations he needed in school.