#dreamSMP fanfiction

[thenaiads]

DNB Royalty AlphaxOmega AU

Omega!Prince!Techno x Alpha!Former Prince!Dream, with Dream as the unwilling Bottom of the relationship 😏😏😏😏

Credits: @zethsnex for writing this beautiful masterpiece 🥰🥰🥰🥰 @thenaiads Me because this Au is my idea 🤣 LMAO

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Meetings were boring.

He could spend hours sitting and listening to a bunch of old Alphas and Betas complaint about whatever they didn’t seem fit for the Empire; Phil would sit next to him and take in most of what was said, answering questions that could have an easy fix if needed, while Techno would keep quiet and just jump in if it was necessary, which in this occasion, was almost unnecessary. He wasn’t in the mood for them, he wasn’t in the mood for this, the faint scent of lavender turning pungent by the minute until he stood from his chair and called the meeting off for another time. None of the elders said anything, they knew better than to make the emperor get them on his bad side when he was in a bad mood.

As the council exited the room, Phil stood from his seat and approached his friend, the pinkette’s left hand clenched a few times around nothing by his side, and the blond hummed knowingly. “Ya know I can take care of this stuff mate why don’t you go and relax a bit?” his grin only made Techno roll his eyes and scoff, he couldn’t be mad at Phil even if he wanted to, but, the idea sounded pretty enticing.

He walked to his quarters, the heels of his boots echoing through the empty hallway, the chill from the Arctic slipped through the windows, and long velvety curtains hung at the sides of each one, letting the natural light fill the corridor with cold shades. He got to a pair of dark spruce doors, his lips curved into a smile, he could already smell the overwhelming scent of his pet stinging his throat.

He opened the doors and entered the room, eyes meeting with a figure that fought to take a muzzle out of his face, making the chains latched to the collar on his neck clink as the links hit one another. The sound of the doors made the other man stop his struggle, a growl escaping his throat as the pinkette stood at the door’s frame. Techno snickered, stepped in and closed the doors behind him, the tangy odour of mint invaded his lungs and made his eyes water.

The growling continued as he approached, he took a good look at the man in front of him, it looked like he’d hurt himself as he tried to take the muzzle and collar off, his clothes had a few rips and torn parts, nothing that couldn’t be fixed, his dirty blond hair was a mess, going in different directions and still with a bedhead –how long had he been sleeping?–, drool dripping down his chin and into the carpeted floor, he tsked.

“Look at yourself, you truly are a mutt.”

“F-Fuck off…”

“Now, now, calm down pet, we’re having fun today.”

The blond heavy breathing calmed a bit, eyes focused on his every move as he unlatched the chain of the floor and made sure to have a good hold on it. Techno took slow steps backwards to the bed, chain pulled taunt to bring the Alpha closer to him, earning him a couple of snarls as he tugged it more than necessary from time to time.

“Let’s make a deal,” his lips curved as he spoke, eyes trailing up and down the other with hunger, the blond focused his eyes on him, interested by whatever the offer was, “I’m having a shitty day, make me feel good, and I’ll consider taking the muzzle off, and maybe, give you a little treat.”

Green eyes glared at blue eyes as he weighed his options, he’d been wearing that guard for a couple of days now, only being taken off when he had to eat, Dream knew the reason head it on, it was his fault for making the pinkette mad, he won’t try to bite him again if that meant he won’t be wearing the stupid muzzle.

“Be a good boy, yeah?” The sweet smell of lavender calmed the Alpha, his instincts going nuts as the light caresses from his mate took him under, his mint scent dropped in strength, the mixture of them making the blond’s head foggy, the Omega purred at the sight, so much training to reach something like this made it worth it.

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The plot:

So I had this idea after I read a dark story about King!Dream taking FormerPrince!Techno as a concubine, it was a porn with plot and I thought, what if roles were reversed? 😈😈😈

So, what if Dream got take as a gift to Prince!Techno? Techno here is a Omega but he dislike every Alpha that he meet because they always see him as inferior, even with his status of future Emperor.

Dream's kingdom give him away as a gift of peace (maybe because they lost a war, still deciding about that), because they know that Emperor Philza is still looking to someone that will take his son hand in marriage, and the idea was that Dream can't do much as a concubine. Basically the idea of Dream's kingdom is to get ride of a troublemaker-not-so-good-prince, and get in the good side of the future Emperor 😆 LOL.

The darker version is that Prince!Dream get captured and brought to Emperor!Techno (still to decide).

But in both version Techno (that is a Omega) has a resentment for alphas. He decides to keep Dream not only as a power move, but more as a way to stablish dominance over an Alphas, and because with Dream as a concubine Techno doesn't need anymore to deal with other rulers Alpha that would try to submit him because of his Omega's status.

@crivalsduo @justcallme-ange @mistythedritten @cleofast300 @morgueofstories @citrus-blade @bubble-popping @draconixiaa @cringe-y-gumi @aisharain @proditrix-ew @derekuura

Smut here 👇👇👇

This is the Part 2

Techno would use pleasure as both a punishment and a way to train his concubine in his new role.

He would use everything that he love (as an Omega) on Dream, they don't start sex all togheter, no… Techno knows that to make Dream give up he need to play the long game. Techno will give to Dream every pleasure and love 😏 And Dream actually love what Techno is doing, but his pride as an Alpha will not let him give up that easly.

(So in a way we have bratty Dream and Sugar Daddy Techno XD LOL)

Dream Alpha's pride going ballistic while Techno basically has his leash short and tight as fuck. Still Dream secretly love all of the attentions and care, and Techno can see throught his bullshit XD

last One:

One of the thing is that Techno would use to punish Dream is game where Techno would fuck Dre gently and slow (Dream love get destroyed), and call Dream his "beautiful little pet" and how much of a good "Omega" he is, all of this while Dre is tied up to the bed.

Dre during the punishments can't touch Techno or himself or even cum, unless he say all the things that Techno wanna hear, like calling Techno "Master", and say/admiting how much he love Techno's touchs and kisses, and a lot of other stuff and kinks 😌 uh uh.

This is one of Dream's outfit as a concubine:

If you people wanna use this idea then go, do it !!! But please tag me or send me a link in my ask-box or something, I need to see more of this stuff 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[calamari-minecraft-corner]

Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: Dream SMP

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF)/Original Female Character(s)

Characters: Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Sam | Awesamdude, Alexis | Quackity, Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Implied and mentioned c!dreamnoblade this is your warning, Both Dream and Cala are poly, Comedy, Fluff and Angst, Polyamory, Polyamorous Character, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Trauma, Panic Attacks, Anxiety, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Suicidal Thoughts, Dissociation, Derealization, Hurt/Comfort, Strangers to Lovers, Dimension Travel, Implied emotional/psychological abuse, Violence, Implied/Referenced Torture, Post-Prison Arc (Dream SMP), Healing Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Healing, Intrusive Thoughts, this is very self indulgent, Threats of Violence, Death Threats, Happy Ending, Conventions, POV Multiple, POV Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Accidental Self Harm

Summary:

After a rather traumatic year, Cala decides to take a break from it all by going to a convention she frequents every year. With her girlfriend sick at home, she experiences the con alone as she cosplays from the Dream SMP and tries to make light of it all.

However everything changes when she meets another Dream cosplayer who has an almost too good cosplay of the man. This interests her and they begin to venture the con together for the weekend, not realizing that she stumbled into a complicated mess! Will the con weekend go unscathed? Or will it all be in vain?

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This is my fic adaption for my official Con AU on tumblr @ calamari-mcyt-corner! I hope you enjoy it :)

[snekkyfics]

Rules: Make a new post and post the latest line your WIP. Then tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

Thanks for the tag @thatonebasicfan

The relative peace of the past week – the boring, monotone, maddening peace that Tommy’s apparently been taking for granted – shatters in one magnificent swoop on Sunday.

From the second chapter of Bummerland. (which i hope to get out soon)

Tagging: @ghosts-and-blue-sweaters, @silvemoon, @blazeenzalkin and anyone else who wants to jump on!

[0p1er0]

GOOD FIC BY (__________) MCYT ADDITION 🐍🪽

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His curse of binding (X)

The Children's Rebellion - Aria_Cinabun (X)

Stay underneath my wing - sircantus (X)

Living in the Circular - skyestar7703 (X)

Tommy, Your Hufflepuff is Showing - LuminaStarCrest (X)

not every parent deserves a child - viarotea (X)

Yesterday - PageofTowers (X)

Picking Up Shards with Bare Hands - stray_user (X)

Bring Your Son to War Day - Sunshine_3 (X)

that's, like, a hundred miles - No_one_you_know (X)

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Wilbur Soot's Guide to Being Adopted by Familiars - cupqueencake (X)

A Con Artist, A Mafia Boss, An Arsonist, A Hitman and A Delinquent Cause A Scene Outside Of A Bar - hyperbolic (X)

How Much Earth Do You Carry In Your Lungs? -Dragonire (X)

Crimson Sleep AU - Nefarious (neobendium) (X)

Four of a Kind - thunderbottle (Locked)

they call clouds of space dust a nursery for star (Anon)

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the finch - Nicoforlife (X)

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Is That An AFK Grian!? - RavenDoesStufff (X)

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One great big psychotic dysfunctional family | Hermitcraft (X) series Orphan account

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Sixteenthdays (Warning GORE)

[elytrafemme]

Title: cough syrup

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Category: Multi

Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP

Relationship: Ranboo & Tubbo, Tubbo & Tommyinnit, Ranboo & Tubbo & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Sleepy Boys Inc. & Tubbo, Nihachu & Ranboo, Tubbo & Quackity, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Quackity/Schlatt

Characters: Ranboo, Tubbo, TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot, Jack Manifold, Nihachu, Quackity, Philza, Schlatt, Dream

Chapters: 31/45

Chapter Title: XXXI - and i could see myself never fully recovering

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Tubbo gets a ride from a half-friend, half-brother, half-parent, half-stranger. Similarly, their conversation is left half-finished as Tubbo is finally forced to face the past seventeen years of his life.

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much like Tubbo, Ranboo, Tom Simons, and c!Quackity on this fine September 10th: 

cough syrup is BACK, baby!

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@girlbossjackie @frogs-in3-hills @oaklies-side @reviveboos @areus-in-a-little-cave @re-bi-vebur @deminjackets @mayz1er @spider-shoes @the-pigeon-cat @jazforthesoul @jaymesdoodles @oh-no-i-watch-dsmp @yeah-this-is-my-username @cupsmp @the-ender-system @girltestosterone @avianavii @nicheoverhere @arosforlasnevadas @acesforlasnevadas @fagsforlasnevadas

(dm to be added, specify if you just want CS or want all of my fics.)

[iworshipsappho]

Tommy heard Wilbur calling out to him, he heard the stupid and totally infuriating voice that he had so immensely missed and longed for.

Tommy didn't care that he was dead, he didn't care about Dream. He finally had Wilbur after all these long, tearful months, and that was the only thing that he cared about.

aka a lil something i cooked up of Tommy meeting Wilbur while in his limbo :]]

[strippedbirchlog]

I wrote this fic in 24 hours. Not a *day*, but 24 actual hours of writing. Welcome to the world’s most homoerotic time loop, and please mind the tags

@antimony-medusa @extrememcytexchange

[theeclipticarts]

Finally finished a write up of Tommy's backstory for 'The Benefits of Honesty' for the first time! Thought that it'd be worth sharing it here (warning, it's pretty long!):

Tommy was raised in a family of liars. He was an only child, and had both a mother and father. They didn’t hate him, but they certainly didn’t love him either. His parents would lie all the time to him, to each other, and to everyone else. Being raised in this environment, despite his hatred for them, Tommy finds himself lying as well. He becomes a compulsive liar. 

His parents abandon him when they “go on a vacation” to Hypixel when he’s 13 years old. They lie to him repeatedly that they’ll be coming back soon, but that various things are stopping them from returning. Eventually their promises just never come, and Tommy is unable to establish contact with them. His phone calls bounce back and mail gets returned to sender. He never knows if they’re alive or dead, but he finds himself not really caring other than some bitterness. 

He struggles for the next half a year to survive, even more as the payments they were sending to keep him living stopped four months in alongside the communication. Thankfully Tommy has the apartment he grew up in for two years. Tommy is forced to quit school and teach himself through experience. He has to teach himself to cook, spend money wisely, perform first aid, and other basic life skills. He survives getting second hand things and using community food shelves to minimise the use of what little money he has left. No one will give him a job, and he had to escape the police being called multiple times. He was too stubborn to go into foster care. 

He’s 13 and a half when he finds Dream (who is a vigilante at the time) injured in a battle and performs basic first aid. Once he’s done though, Tommy leaves a note saying that he hopes Dream is okay, and leaves a neon green plastic cup full of water. He’s lucky because he has two, but hopes that his first one doesn’t break. 

Dream wakes up and begins a private citywide manhunt alongside his new vigilante friends Sapnap and George for his ‘Cinderella Kid’, though the media does notice that he’s looking for something and theorises. It’s hard, because all he has is a note, a cup, and a vague memory of him being blonde and blue-eyed. It takes him two months, but eventually he gets hurt again on a lesser scale and Tommy stumbles into him. Tommy says “Why do we keep meeting like this?” and Dream realises this is the kid he was looking for. 

Tommy is 13 and 8 months old and struggling when Dream finds him. Dream recognises that he is young and struggling despite Tommy’s lies, and wants to help him out. He refuses to risk putting Tommy in the vigilante spotlight by bringing him to the tower, or visiting as a vigilante, so he reveals his identity to Tommy. He ends up dropping by Tommy’s house several times a week. He teaches Tommy basic life skills, gives Tommy plenty of money to live off, and makes sure Tommy is okay. He re-enrolls Tommy into school, which Tommy struggles to get back into after almost a year off. Eventually Dream helps him get set up in an online school which Tommy continues until completion later on in the years.

A year and a half later when Tommy is 15, they have a massive argument. Neither of them really remember what it was about, though they think it either had to do with Tommy refusing Dream’s help or Dream becoming a hero, but it escalated bad enough that they split off completely. 

Tommy is kicked out of the apartment and has to use the money he saved up from his time with Dream to rent a new one. It's difficult finding a landlord that doesn't care but when he does it's luckily quite a nice place. He picks up a job at the local animal rescue not too far away, and begins making his own money. 

About a month later, Tommy finally gets his powers. It's a struggle for him to not excitedly tell someone, and he wishes he could tell Dream. Instead, he cautiously begins to use them and get better with them before making his debut as a vigilante. Tommy lies to himself, and swears that he isn't doing it because of how he looked up to Dream when he was a vigilante and still looks up to him now. He lies even more to himself that he doesn't do it to get a chance at seeing Dream again. 

He's 15 and a half when he meets Dream in the field for the first time. Their interactions are always slightly anxiety inducing, but as far as Tommy is aware, Dream doesn't know about his identity, and that helps a bit. They build up a basic but positive friendship over the years as they occasionally interact on missions. 

He's 16 and a half when Ranboo shows up and they have their first vigilante vs villain fight. Over the next 2 and a half years they build up a close friendship, even if Tommy refuses to acknowledge it and actively lies to himself about it. Ranboo doesn't do anything seriously villainous other than breaking into something now and then, so their fights are always more playful than genuinely dangerous or serious. Ranboo is Tommy's only real friend. He knows people and he likes his co-workers at the rescue, but he never gets close to any of them. The closest thing he has to a friend aside from Ranboo is his neighbour who checks up on him occasionally and sometimes invites him over for tea. His lies tend to drive them away if his constant distrust and difficulty getting close to people doesn't do it first. 

Tommy is 19 when the story begins. He hasn't seen his parents in 6 years and he barely remembers them. He hasn't seen Dream as a civilian in 4 years. He's been a vigilante for 4 and a half years, and he's been friends with Ranboo for 2 and a half years.

[alisterarchives]

am i the only one who while reading tumoasd was under the impression that it was just a crack fic and there was not really any sad meaning behind it? because i just finished reading it and boy was i wrong.

[hazelpeppermint]

The Murderer Wilbur story

I want to have the story done by Halloween, considering I made the story FOR Halloween. For the time being, I’ll give you guys one of my favorite moments from the story so far:) 

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Shoving his hands in his thin, scrub pockets he trudged his way into the store with a hunched back and a tired expression. He walked to the counter where an old man stood, plucking an antique looking guitar, he was tuning it, though it sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Tommy shivered as he watched the man hum and pick at a string.

“Excuse me? Is there any way I can get a set of guitar strings? I don’t know which ones I need but, get me the best ones.” Tommy swallowed as the man looked up at him with an emotionless look, looking back and grabbing a small box and throwing it on the counter. The man tapped on his register to give him the amount Tommy would have to pay, he set the guitar on the table as he did so. Tommy marveled at the carved wood before him, it looked almost like Wilbur’s guitar, but less beaten up.

“20£ for the steel strings mate” The man coughed as he watched Tommy grab his wallet and take out his card and give it to the man, to which he swiped and handed Tommy it back. He put the strings in a small plastic bag before handing it to Tommy, he grabbed the guitar and went back to tuning it.

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The story is at 5,409 words and I’m not even halfway yet at this point! I really hope to make this an enjoyable piece of literature. (It can be a silly piece of work too! This is just a practice writing!)

AUTHORS NOTE: These are the characters and not the actual creators themselves, this is supposed to be a spooky story for Halloween like those episodes of sitcoms that are Halloweenish and spooky:D!! I based Wilbur’s character off of his SIMPbur character for the most part but also put into account of other horror characters as well!

[felidaefighter]

Schlatt Wins The Election

[cw: mentioned alcohol abuse, implied child abuse, misuse of authority]

A time-stretched AU wherein the SBI & Co are not directly involved in L’Manberg’s founding nor the election-- save for Tubbo, who is Schlatt’s son. This is a piece of character backstory written for a WIP!

"I'm coming with you," Tubbo said, voice shaking, and Tommy answered gruffly and immediately: "Of course you are."

     Wilbur turned off the TV with a loud ka-chUNK, and the three of them sat staring at the black screen in complete silence as it crackled. None of them moved. None of them knew what to say. Of course he'd win on a technicality. Of course. And that meant… something terrible. Something terrible, surely. Suddenly, Wilbur had a resolved, determined expression on his face. He stood up abruptly. "Right. We're leaving."

     "Leaving…?" Tommy attempted to interrupt, but Wilbur bulldozed past, already mid-explanation and wasting no time. "I'll write to Dad, let him know why and where. Pack what's important and what you can carry, and leave what isn't." Tommy looked about to scramble into action as Wilbur got out an envelope and some letter-paper, but Tubbo stood up shell-shocked. He… He was…

     "I'm coming with you," Tubbo said, voice shaking, and Tommy answered gruffly and immediately: "Of course you are." It was never a question to him-- he always got things his way in the end. And honestly, the relief Tubbo had upon hearing Tommy's certain tone was enough to ease his worries for the moment. This was his family. Of course he was going with them. Of course he would be safe with them. Tubbo started going through his drawers as quickly as he could, throwing the non-essentials in a pile and setting the essentials aside to shove into a bag when he was done. The air was tense and horrid, sitting in everyone's lungs like a smog that couldn't be coughed out. It was rolling through the country like a terrible disease and Tubbo feared they'd get the worst of it before they managed to leave.

There was a knock on the door.

     Tubbo and Tommy, in their respective halves of their room, froze. "Hide," Wilbur hissed as quietly as he could. Tommy breathed in, a horrible shakey sound that Tubbo hoped he'd never have to hear again. Who was at the door? Who could it be? There weren't many options and all of them seemed grim. Wilbur went to answer the door as Tubbo cowered in his closet, knowing Tommy had gone as quickly as he could to Wilbur's room to do the same. Knowing, with a sinking pit where his stomach ought to be, that he probably knew who was here and why. Tubbo's hiding-closet was closer to the door, so he could just make out the conversation muffled through the walls… and that familiar, dreaded voice.

"Wiiillllburrr! Hey! How ya doin' pal? I haven't seen you in a while!" 

It was Schlatt's voice, distinct even through layers of wall and only standing in the doorway. Wilbur didn't waste time with formalities; Tubbo was grateful for that. "What do you want." He asked stiffly. There was a pause, likely as Schlatt hemmed and hawed over his roundabout answer.

"Oh? I see you got a suitcase there-- you packin' up? Leavin' the country? After it just got under good management? That's a pity, that's a pity."

"It's none of your business. This is my house. Leave."

"Nah, see, you've got somethin' of mine-- that is to say--"

     Schlatt dropped the faux-familiar tone and it melted into its true, sinister form. "That is to say, Wilbur, you've got my kid. You wouldn't separate a kid from his father now would you? Come on, I've got a brand new big house and he can have an entire room all to himself-- an entire room! He's probably sharing with that brat brother of yours right now right?"

     Schlatt's voice became a sneer, an expression Tubbo was all too familiar with, enough that he could see the look on his face in his mind's eye. "Look, I'm not here to mess around, alright? I want Tubbo. I want my kid. You and--" A fake niceness again, a lie wrapped in gold-- "You and Tommy can leave, I don't give a shit. But Tubbo is my kid. And ah, if you don't hand him over, if he doesn't come with me, I'm gonna have you arrested for kidnapping, because I can do that now."

     The white-knuckled grip Tubbo had on his own face was probably leaving marks, he realized. But he didn't let go. He couldn't. He needed to have his hand over his mouth. He needed to be desperately, terrifyingly quiet. Schlatt could arrest Wilbur. And Tommy. And he probably would. What could Tubbo do? What should he do? Why him?

     Apparently, however, Wilbur was staring down Schlatt and not budging an inch, replying with carefully calculated vitriol. "I'm sorry, man, but even if I wanted to let you take Tubbo-- which I don't, ever, by the fucking way-- he's gone. He already left as soon as he found out you won. Didn't even wait to hear your egomaniac speech. Took his backpack and fucked off into the woods somewhere. I dunno what to tell you, man, Tommy and I are worried sick but there's not much we can do. It'd be a hell of a lot easier to look if the walls were still up, but." It sounded like he ended with a shrug. And Wilbur was a flawless liar. Schlatt had to buy it, right? He had to.

     "That's bullshit and you know it. Now I could send some guards out lookin', waste everybody's time, but you and I both know he's here and I'm going to charge you with so much more than just kidnapping if you even fucking think about lying to me again, Wilbur!" 

     Tubbo expected to feel scared at that, more scared, but the truth was… he felt pissed. In a calm sort of way. How dare Schlatt threaten to hurt his family! How dare he! Tubbo could be brave. Tubbo had to be brave. If his hands were cold and clammy and shook while he opened the closet door, he decided he could pay it no mind. He stepped out into the livingroom, in full view of Schlatt and Wilbur both. "What's going on?" Tubbo asked, sounding little and helpless and lost instead of angry. Best to roll over in these situations, he'd learned.

     Wilbur spun around, wide-eyed in fear-- fear for Tubbo, he realized. "Tubbo--" Wilbur started, desperate, and Schlatt huffed in relief and relaxed a little. "There you are," Schlatt said. "What were you doing, huh? Hiding from me? Cowering away?" He asked. Tubbo couldn't help it; he responded with a bit of a scoff. "I was packing. We figured I'd be living with you after this. I'm allowed to pack my things, aren't I?" Wilbur was looking at Tubbo with an expression he'd really prefer not to dwell on, and Schlatt snorted. But he was calmer and it was obvious and he'd protected Wilbur, protected Tommy, protected his family.

     "Well. You don't need to get snide with me about it. Alright though, whatever, yeah, I guess you should finish packing your things. I don't want to have to be buying you new clothes and shit." 

     Tubbo responded in kind. "Yeah, I didn't think so. I'm gonna go finish packing." He didn't miss the glare Schlatt sent Wilbur as he mentioned he'd go wait outside with a dismissive handwave. As soon as the door was shut, Wilbur ran over and grabbed Tubbo's shoulders in a desperate, protective way.

"Tubbo, what were you thinking? Why did you do that? I could've handled it!" He hissed in a quiet, mournful way.

     Tubbo shook his head. "Nah. Schlatt was dead set on hurting you. This'll be enough of a distraction. He's happier when he gets his way which means he's less angry. Pretty standard behavior for a drunkard like him, honestly. And I couldn't let him hurt you and Tommy. Simple."

     Wilbur stared at Tubbo for a long time, indecipherably but with watery eyes. After a few moments, he sighed, and took his hands off Tubbo's shoulders. "I'll go get Tommy. Don't go anywhere but your room until we've come to talk. Alright?" Tubbo nodded.

     The packing itself was a blur. He remembered setting some things aside though, things important to him but that he'd hand off to Tommy and Wilbur for safekeeping rather than take with him. Among them, his winter coat with patches of L'Manberg and the other places they'd lived-- somehow, he felt Schlatt wouldn't approve.

     Tommy, upon seeing Tubbo, ran up to him and put his hands on his shoulders in a desperate, protective way. "Tubbo, what were you thinking? Why did you do that? Please don't leave." 

Tubbo stared at him, a small smile on his face. "You and Wil really are brothers," He said with a dead laugh. He hugged Tommy tightly. Tommy didn't want to let go.

     "Look, I set aside some things I want to take but can't-- can you hold onto them for safekeeping? I'll come and get them again soon. Thank you for everything you've done for me up until now. It's time I did something in return, y'know? It'll be alright. It'll be okay." Tommy was openly sobbing and Wilbur was sniffling. Wilbur wrapped his arms around the both of them, pulling them into a tight, protective hug.

"We'll be back for you, Tubbo, as soon as we can," Wilbur promised, and Tommy stopped sniffling long enough to nod confidently. "Don't get too settled in with the big lug."

     Tommy picked up the armful of things Tubbo couldn't take to shove in his own bag, and Tubbo took his own, now-significantly-smaller bag over his shoulder. "I'll see you both soon, yeah?" He asked, as a quick rapping on the door sent a spike of adrenaline through them all, knowing Schlatt was getting impatient. 

     "Of course." Wilbur said, hugging Tubbo again one last time. "You're our fuckin' family and don't you forget it," Tommy agreed, hugging Tubbo again tightly. They left Tubbo's room and opened the door to see an impatient Schlatt. "Alright, come on, let's go," Schlatt said. Tubbo got one last, good look at them. Did he believe that the universe would be so kind? That he'd see them again soon? Well, not really. But still… Wilbur was confident and Tommy was stubborn and if Phil got back soon he'd be a real force to reckoned with. So maybe it'd be okay after all. They shut the door, and Tubbo went with Schlatt.

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Wren's really going through the horrors atm

[casawio]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: Canonical Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Wilbur Soot is Not Okay, Wilbur Soot Has Mental Health Issues, Wilbur Soot Has BPD | Borderline Personality Disorder, Sad Wilbur Soot, Resurrected Wilbur Soot, Older Sibling Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are Siblings, Wilbur Soot-centric, TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit Angst (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot Angst, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit Angst, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit-centric, TommyInnit is Not Okay (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit is Called Theseus (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit's Personal Limbo (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot's Personal Limbo, Mentioned Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Abusive Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Philosophy, Self-Hatred, Resurrection, Resurrected TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Suicidal TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Suicidal Wilbur Soot, Hallucinations, Wilbur Soot Has a Mental Breakdown, Ghost Wilbur Soot, Mentioned Ghost Wilbur Soot, It/Its Pronouns for Wilbur Soot, also i wrote the whole wilbur scene aat the end at like 3-5am, aka Hallucination Time. so . that might explain some stuff with that, no beta we die like ccrimeboys sense of self, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religious TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Religious Discussion Summary:

The thing nobody tells you before revival is what comes next. So, you're alive again. What now? (and why did you deserve a second chance?)

(This fic is kind of experimental and was born out of my recent study of anatomy/philosophy. It switches between a narrative and an educational/philosophical style, especially in this prologue. It'll become more diegetic later on I thiiink. ^_^)

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The Inbetween Glitch || Dream SMP

Rest of my work.

Warnings: none.

The Inbetween holds a glitch that can disrupt the dream SMP if let loose. Maybe they wanted to challenge that theory?

I hated it. I Hated every moment of the entire experience. How long was I there? Well, I don't know. But I did know it was trying to tell me something. It was like a story. No, another life. One I wasn't meant to know of. One no was meant to know of.

"It was never meant to be" The voice of one of the figures in front of me says above a series of glitches that appear from the dark void. After a second the picture becomes clear and the scene lays out. Two men stood in a small room as one of them pressed a button, setting off a bunch of tnt.

Despite how hard I tried, I was always unnoticed. No one saw me.

'Hello?' I quickly cried out, my voice but it was disoriented. I try to walk forward but the world becomes glitchy and slowly fades as it moves me back to the origin position I was in. 'Help!' I yell as my own voice glitches again.

It was like I was invisible, like a glitch in the system that affected no one but myself.

'Those discs are worth more than you ever were!'

'My first decree is to revoke the citizenship of Wilbur Soot and Tommy Innit!'

Not knowing terrified me. It all happened so fast and out of nowhere. I had no warning of what was going to come next despite how much I wished I did. I wished I knew more.

'It was never meant to be' Four people repeat at the same time, four people face towards me, saluting before disappearing.

But this story, the one the glitched showed me, it seemed that was already told but i was also a story that seemed like it would all be forgotten. It's difficult to understand.

I hear voices continue to repeat the same things as random images of places and people Of whom i don't know before they all stop.

Peace. That's what it brought me. Yet it wasn't just for a second before the glitches arrived and took me somewhere else, no, It stuck around.

I stand for a second in what seems like a white void before my surroundings change into a white palace. It was empty apart from a book which was lying in a stand in front of me.

That place seemed familiar. So familiar like I've been there before but I had no recollection of past experiences. It was like the place before, a forgotten memory.

But this place was different from everything I saw before. It was quiet, It caused me to hope for a break of my curse. Maybe It'll help me escape or figure it all out

Like any other normal person, I walked towards it and as I did the pages flip open until they land on a certain page. I started reading.

'Welcome to the inbetween. That glitch of yours is quite interesting, It can become very useful quite quickly. Yet that isn't the reason why you're here. But soon enough you'll understand. Just don't stray far from the path.'

That was it. That was all the book said. No story, no answers to my questions. Only more questions were caused to spark

I didn't know what path it was on. There were ledges and Arches with paths but not a single clear path. Now I wish it gave clearer instructions, then i wouldn't be where I am right now.

I jump as the book slams shut, signaling for me to do something else. Yet I was so confused, nothing,

I couldn't remember anything before the glitches.

I decided to walk down under the massive arch opposite the book to a massive tree.

I had no clue where I was going but I was going somewhere. But when I went around it I stopped as I saw someone.

"I didn't stray off the path." My voice glitched on the word didn't. "I strayed off the path" I repeat.

[elytrafemme]

Title: cough syrup

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Category: Multi

Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP

Relationship: Ranboo & Tubbo, Tubbo & Tommyinnit, Ranboo & Tubbo & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Sleepy Boys Inc. & Tubbo, Nihachu & Ranboo, Tubbo & Quackity, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Quackity/Schlatt

Characters: Ranboo, Tubbo, TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot, Jack Manifold, Nihachu, Quackity, Philza, Schlatt, Dream

Chapters: 29/45

Chapter Title: XXIX - i’m sorry but i’d rather be getting high than watching my family die

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Ten minutes after the new year starts, Tubbo recollects the events of his life up to this point and tries to determine what's next on the road ahead. Two people refuse to let him carry on alone.

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please reference beginning notes for context on the pacing of the next three chapters + upload schedule!

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[squishycheekanon]

Human!Techno x reader

Warnings: friends to lovers, fluff, smut, humanTechno being a grump, grumpy guy-sunshineish girl. George complaining (no hate). Touch starvedness. I didn’t mean for there to be a size kink but there is one.

You’re confused, nothing new there, your head swirling from your long week and silly meetings at work. Nothing was more tedious than listening to George drone on about utter nonsense, mindnumbingly stupid complaints that were pointless to point out.

But even after getting up at four am every morning to work late into the night you still agreed to hang out with the gang at their shared house, at first you thought it was idiotic so did Techno maybe that’s why you two and a few of your other friends didn’t join in on the whole living together fiasco.

As much as you loved your friends thirty plus people in one house, no matter how big, was a recipe for disaster. Apparently not. Two years later and they had all managed to make it work setting up chore schedules, and bathroom schedules that seemed to make the house run perfectly.

Still you couldn’t be more glad to end the night in your own apartment snuggled up in your large bed, which is why you’re confused as to why you agreed to hang out tonight knowing full well that Wilbur wanted to have a piss up.

Pretty much everyone had a drink in their hands expect for you. You instead, after having half of the sangria Quackity had made for you, had claimed the little area in the back corner of the big living room. Head tipped back again the sofa, eyes closed and pressing into something warm.

Techno had arrived half an hour after you did, his week had started off great, but by the end of it he couldn’t help but feel a little agitated. He hadn’t seen you the whole week and as much as he’d never admit it out loud, and definitely not to you, he’d missed you.

You were the only person he could truly relax around and he needed that. Has done since he met you. Ten years ago it was, you had been stood up, sitting at a bar quietly crying to yourself when he bumped into you pouring his whiskey on the rocks all down your back, soaking your dress and pulling a squeal from you. A squeal he still teases you for. But he spent the rest of the night doing everything he could think of to make you smile and laugh to make up for it. It worked and you’ve been friends ever since.

Techno weaved his way through the huge hallway into the large kitchen to grab a beer from the double door fridge offering small nods to those who greeted him on his way to the massive living room area. His curious eyes scanning the space until they landed on you, the corners of his lips turning up slightly at the sight before him.

With a shake of his head he sat down next to you perhaps a little too close but when you sighed so softly pressing yourself into his warmth he relaxed against the leather sofa. “Long week?” He asked watching with a knowing gaze as you nodded. Knowing because this would be one of the nights he’d have to get a very sleepy you into his car and all the way up to your apartment and into your bed.

Techno dragged his gaze away from you to watch Wilbur try and teach Tommy and Tubbo how to play poker. At that point Phil and his wife arrived, Phil immediately coming over to Techno giving him a bro hug and saying hi to you which revived a thumbs up and a lazy smile. No matter how hard you try to open your eyes they were just so damn heavy you couldn’t do it, Phil smiled anyway glancing at Techno when he huffed at you.

“Take her home dude.” Phil patted Techno’s shoulder making the latter nod passing his unopened beer to Phil before picking you up. It was meant to be bridal style but you clung to him subconsciously wrapping your legs around his waist. He adapted a big arm around your waist and another under your tush, glaring at those who made whooping noises or whistled too loud making you whine softly onto his neck.

“Alright bun we’re going, we’re going.” He soothed, the words feeling a little foreign on his monotonous tongue.

“Tec!” Tommy was quick to stop his beefy uncle hooking your little handbag onto his shoulder, the sight was enough to make Tommy snicker to himself as he walked away. With a roll of his eyes Techno left the large house rather happy he had managed to skip the get together.

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You thanked Techno ten times over in the morning when you woke in your own bed, you knew exactly who got you there. You felt ridiculously bad resulting in you spending the whole morning and most of the afternoon baking him sweet treats while you waited for his reply text to see if he was coming over or wether you’d need to drop them at his.

Music played through out the kitchen, your cherry covered apron wrapped around your oversized T-shirt clad body as you iced the cupcakes to look like little Minecraft piggys giggling as you did so.

“Well isn’t this a sight.” You jumped back at the sound of Technos voice, looking up to see him grinning at you.

“What the fuck Tec!” You huffed dropping the icing bag to place your hands on your hips, he simply held up the spare key you’d given him before slipping it back into his pocket. “Dick.” You scoffed instantly regretting it when Techno gasped loudly, overexaggeratingly.

“Excuse you missy! I carry you home-“

“You drove.”

“Risk my life getting you up those stairs-“

“You always take the elevator.”

“Almost die trippin’ over the pile of dirty laundry-“

“It was one sock.”

“And this is the thanks I get?! Unbelievable.” He huffs crossing his muscular arms over his rather burly chest. You suppose you’ve never stopped to think about how big your best friend is, how good looking-

“Those better be for me.” He grumbles coming further into the kitchen freezing when he rounds the island you’re icing the cupcakes on to see your exposed legs. Clearing his throat and shaking off whatever that was, it’s not like he’s not seen it before. Hell he’s seen you in a bikini, this is nothing but he swears that’s his shirt as he walks closer.

“Yes they are Mr.Grumpy.” You smile when he pinches your hip slightly, his hulking form compared to you standing behind you, hovering over you as you work to get the pig just right. What you don’t expect, it really does take you by surprise and a warmth spreads in your stomach when he gently undoes the apron sitting on your hips only to redo it tighter.

It’s a simple act of helping but it has your cheeks warming like this man hasn’t done it before, like it’s new but it isn’t. “Thanks.” You internally praise yourself for not stuttering. Techno doesn’t even notice the slight tremor in your voice too focused of the that fact that you smell so good. Like vanilla.

Well maybe great minds think alike because his musky scent is now all your mind can focus on, it swirls around you stinking up the area around you, bursting your precious bubble replacing is with his cologne. Cinnamon and hint of tangerines? An odd combination but it smells so fucking nice on him, you just wanna bury your face in it.

“You missed the eyes.” He chuckled, eyes scanning over your face while you blink out of your little trance.

“Oh right.” You laugh stiffly, nervously. It makes Techno frown, he’s never heard you nervous around him. Others, yes. Him, never. That’s how it should be, yet you are. It makes him lean forward placing both palms on the worktop, essentially caging you in.

“What’s the matter bun?” He asks gruffly and as if by instinct your thighs press together, a small wiggle of your hips to create some unknowingly needed friction. His voice and that nickname, both of them usually so sweet and calming suddenly have a strange effect. Maybe it’s just you simply being touched starved? The loneliness catching up with you?

“Nothing.” It’s a blunt reply but it’s all you’ve got, you don’t dare turn around. How can you? Then you’d have to stare at his gorgeous face, you already feel his careful gaze burning holes into your head.

“Now I know that’s not true.” His breathy laugh skims over your skin making you shiver, he notices his hands sliding to your hips to turn you around, thumb and index finger keeping your chin locked so you have nowhere else to look but him. “Tell me bun, what’s troubling you? The long week?”

His voice, his eyes, his whole demeanour is too sincere it has a whimper slipping from you. The noise enough to make you both freeze, Techno’s eyes darkening.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You admit honestly, fists tightening in frustration. You hadn’t felt like this in a while always too busy with work to sit and wallow in your feelings, maybe that was a good thing because right now with Techno so close; someone you trusted and knew cared for you; your body was taking control, letting you natural instincts take over.

You needed him, and Techno understood. He understood the look in your eye from what he’d seen in his own. Moving a few inches forward he wrapped his arms around your waist, one hand sliding up to tangle itself in your hair soothingly. Before you could even think about freezing up, “Relax bun, I got you.” He encouraged making you melt slipping your own arms around his muscular form.

“What do you need from me?” He asks after a few minutes feeling you grow restless in his hold. He knew you needed more but what he says next takes you back slight, “Do you need an old school finger fuck and make out session on the couch?” He asks jokingly though there is an air of seriousness to it. Especially with what he says next, his beautiful eyes sparkling with want, “Or do you need to sit on my face and let me lick you until your cum runs down my jaw?”

He squints when you whimper gripping his arm tighter, his head tilting slightly as he looks you over “Or maybe you just need a good fuck?” It takes you a second to comprehend but his hand’s already sliding up your leg, his rough palm against your soft skin.

“Mmmhmm, yeah, I think that’s it. Here, lift my t-shirt up a little so you can slide these panties off.” You blush at his words but do as he says, watching in almost shock when he drops to his knees large hands sliding up your things guiding you to open your legs slightly.

“Oh god your thighs are so soft bunny.” He murmurs against your skin, his nose dragging over the part where your thigh and your stomach meet. “And this pretty pussy, I can’t believe you’ve kept this hidden Bunny. So selfish.” He chided playfully.

The grin broad as daylight disappeared between you thighs, your head falling back, hands seeking purchase on the kitchen countertops. He placed a pressured kiss right on your clit listening to the hitch of your breath. Techno swears he’s never heard a sound so pretty than the moan he pulled from you when he wrapped his lips around little nub.

He wants to work night and day to make sure you never stop making that noise. Techno watched your wetness trickling down your thigh quick to lick it up not letting any go to waste. It’s as if his first taste transformed him from the composed grump of a man you knew to a starving man who had a three course meal laid out in front of him, your eyes rolled back, sinful moans echoing in the room.

He moved his tongue like he was possessed, licking into your clenching hole as if he was digging for something before closing his lips around your clit and sucking it so hard you swear it will be bruised tomorrow. His harsh and continuous actions on your cunt had one of your hands grasping onto Techno’s hair, your back arching as you started a slow grind on his tongue.

“That’s it Bunny make yourself cum, use my to tongue.” He hums into your weeping entrance, but you’re so focused on the feeling of euphoria coursing through your veins you don’t hear him, all your senses being taken over and before you know it you’re cumming, drenching the lower half of his chin though he doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest, slurping down all you give him, trying to pull more from you.

Though with a push of your hand against his head and whine of sensitivity he conceded rising from his knees instantly pulling you close into his hold, lips pressing against your own.

With one roll of his hips he’s inside you and not giving you a second to comprehend it. No, he’s already pulling back and slamming into you over and over again watching as you arch your body into his.

Techno is swift and slick with how he manages to pick you up, placing you on the worktop and deliver a hard thrust quickly after leaving you short of breath.

His large hand slides up over your throat applying slight pressure to push you down against the counter. Then up to your mouth, two thick fingers slipping inside letting you moan and whine around them, saliva dribbling down your cheeks. Neither of you care so engrossed in the feeling of being fucked so thoroughly.

Your moans down right pornographic, when he hit that spongy rough patch inside you. Striking it over and over again, Techno had never looked more happy than when he watched your head fall back, eyes rolling with it.

“Fuck, yes bun clench around me like that, take all that I’m giving you like a good girl.” They way he grunted the words into your ear before sucking your earlobe into his hot mouth had you whining around his fingers. White hot pleasure engulfing your messy form, nothing had ever felt better than this moment.

Your body felt like it was burning with each thrust of his hard cock, all you could do was lie there on the kitchen counter and dribble around his fingers while he fucked your pussy ruthlessly. If this was his version of a good fuck, you’d happily have it everyday.

The coil in your lower abdomen tightened and tightened, until you shattered on his cock, cumming harshly as the waves of pleasure rolled over you so intensely, your walls clenching around him tightly. He snapped his hips into you quicker chasing his own high, wanting to fill you up desperately.

“Please Tec, cum inside me!” That did it for him, absolutely finished him. He groaned thrusting into you so deep as he finished inside you just like you begged him to.

“Fuck bun, you did so good for me. Just relax, breathe, I’ve got you.” He soothed blinking away the last remaining blur of his orgasm, focusing on you and the aftercare you not only needed but deserved.

Cupcakes forgotten about Techno picked you up and carried you to your room laying you on your bed then helping you remove his shirt.

“So fucking pretty bun.” He shook his head staring down at your body, you were ready to disagree absolutely sure you looked like the mess he’d certainly fucked you into but the way his eyes darkened as they raked over your body had your mouth closing.

“Now, before I start running you a bath. I need another taste.” He groaned kneeling in front of the bed, grabbing your ankles to pull you closer to his face.

“But Tec you already-“

“No but’s bun, you’ve been keeping this fucking delicacy from me for far too long. I’ve got a lot of pussy worshiping to make up for and I’m sure she would agree.”

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