#technoblade interject

[thefunnyrabbid]

i want to put out a little blurb about what it’s like to be a technoblade fictive right now.

honestly, it’s not all that different from normal.

i am not technoblade, i am merely an individual whose identity is tied to him. and the fact that he passed away doesn’t really affect me much in that context.

however, the rest of this is a different story.

the whole system feels the grief that our host, who was hyperfixated on technoblade’s dsmp lore and his skywars videos, feels now. it’s strong, runs deep through our brain and it hurts like hell. even those of us who formed or split after techno’s death are grieving him now.

i get strange looks, looks of pity and sympathy and uncertainty. no one knows what to say to me. no one understands how i might feel at this time.

well, i’m sad, but i’m also happy. because part of techno is living on in me, and i’m honored. i don’t feel like part of me has died, and i don’t feel guilty for still being around (anymore). i want to celebrate technoblade’s life, mourn the fact that it was cut short, and above all appreciate him, and remember him.

- alex 👑

[fic-recs-from-faust]

Greek mythology proves drop-kicking children is justified in this essay I will- by Interjection

Summery: In which the Syndicate’s goals would be all fine and dandy, if it weren’t for the fact that their meetings kept getting derailed because of one literary discussion or another. Since when was the historical context of The Communist Manifesto relevant to their mission? (or, Techno’s joke about the Syndicate being a book club turned out to be less of a joke than he anticipated)

Status: Complete (Oneshot)

Rating: T

Category: Gen

Words: 1k+

Warnings: None

Ships: Technoblade & Phil , Niki & Ranboo & Technoblade & Phil , Ranboo & Technoblade

Tags: Crack , Crack Treated Seriously , Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence , book clubs , Technoblade Hears Voices , discussions of child murder in fictional texts , very very mild allusions to cannibalism? , because A Modest Proposal , also communism , the Chat is wild , References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore , The Syndicate , it becomes a book club lol

Site: ao3

Note: Some really fun Syndicate fluff.

[steppingstonesuniverseguide]

One More Step Out of the Pit: Chapter 24/26

Summary: It had been Tommy and Tubbo for practically forever. They clawed their way out of hell together. They discovered their superpowers together. They started working for the Superhero Guild together before even coming of age. Tommy probably owed Tubbo his life ten times over. So, when the three supervillains he’d been assigned to bring in managed to take Tubbo hostage, well, there was really only one thing to do.

He knew, of course, he was signing himself up for torture and death by offering that trade, but that was okay.

It’d have to be okay.

AO3 Link (See AO3 for Warnings.)

(This story is finished and has been posted on AO3 for a while, but I’m posting it on Tumblr so it’s somewhere else too. The author notes will all be kept as well. If you are following the blog and don’t want to see these posts, block the tag #backlog.)

Tommy thought long and hard about the absolute best way to explain exactly why his face was stained blue. He’d already explained that Wilbur was the cause, but Tubbo didn’t seem to quite get it yet. “It’s like,” Tommy contemplated, “when a dog likes a fire hydrant and so it pisses on it to…”

“Don’t describe it like that, Tommy,” Wilbur interrupted, sounded disgusted and horrified. He’d turned around all the way in his seat to snap at him like a rude bitch. Tommy made eye contact for a moment before turning back to Tubbo.

“Anyway,” he said. “He has a dog living in his head, yeah? Yeah, so when he falls asleep, the dog is released from his mind as an astral projection, and he goes around ghost pissing on things he likes.”

Tubbo had looked confused before; now he was just staring at Tommy with a blank face. “…What?” he asked.

“You’re explaining it in literally the worst possible way,” Wilbur groaned.

“I am not,” Tommy replied. “My explanation is perfect!”

“No, actually,” Tubbo said. “I have no idea what you’re trying to say.” He turned to Wilbur and squinted at him. “You have a dog… in your head?”

“No,” Wilbur said at the same time that Tommy correctly answered “yes.”

Wilbur glared at him. “I have an astral projection power,” he explained, “but I had some issues in the past which make me involuntarily astral project every time I fall asleep.”

“You’re power sick?” Tubbo asked.

“Sort of,” Wilbur said. “It’s not really my powers working too much and making me ill though, it’s more that my powers are compensating for a different issue. Plus, it’s not detrimental to my health unlike most things considered power sicknesses. The most I get is a little blurry in the mornings.”

“And you stain people,” Tommy interjected.

“Since my sleeping mind is controlling the projection,” Wilbur continued to explain, “it tends to have fewer er… boundaries. I also leave blue stains on anything I touch in that state, which means I sometimes go around touching people without thinking about it, and I end up staining them.”

“Oh, yeah, totally unintentional,” Tommy sassed, not believing that part. “Also, that’s exactly what I said. Ghostly astral projection piss.”

“It’s not piss. It’s coming from my hands.” He glanced over at the man in the driver’s seat with a pout. “Techno.”

Technoblade, who had been keeping his eyes resolutely on the road for the entirety of the conversation, glanced at him, lips turned down, and clearly pissed about being drawn into this conversation. He considered it for a moment. “It is kind of like when a dog…”

“No.”

“Yes!” Tommy cheered gleefully.

“Wait, but why do you astral project as a dog, then?” Tubbo asked, bewildered.

Wilbur just sighed and closed his eyes. “I wonder if the apartment you just vacated is for rent,” Wilbur said.

“It didn’t look like it had much hot water,” Technoblade pointed out. “I doubt you’d survive.”

“The dog’s really nice though,” Tommy said, earnestly. “Much less of a bitch than Wilbur.”

“I hate both of you.”

“Mutual,” Technoblade said without hesitation.

Tommy nodded, “mutual,” he echoed.

“Fucking assholes,” Wilbur muttered, turning back to face forward and crossing his arms over his chest.

The car slowed after only a minute more, and Technoblade parked it on the street in front of a bakery. Tommy was pretty sure it wasn’t actually in a parking spot, but the streets seemed to be abandoned at the moment, so it wasn’t like it mattered.

“Are we going in too?” Tubbo asked when both Wilbur and Technoblade took their seatbelts off.

“Yep,” Technoblade replied. He glanced back at them. “You can take your seed suitcase in if you’d like.”

Tubbo considered it but ended up leaving the suitcase in the car. “I thought we’d just go straight to your secret base,” he said to Technoblade, a bit hesitantly.

“Coffee,” Technoblade said in answer.

Wilbur rolled his eyes. “Do you like coffee Tubbo?” he asked.

Tubbo shrugged. “It’s alright,” he answered. “I am… was on the morning shift, so I learned to like it.”

“Gross,” Tommy contributed.

“Yes,” Tubbo sighed. “I know, Tommy.”

“Well, Niki makes actually good coffee,” Wilbur said, “as well as other things.”

Tommy would assume that Niki was the owner of the bakery they were about to walk into considering the name on the sign was ‘Niki’s.’

“I’m surprised it’s open,” Tubbo commented. In fact, it seemed not to be considering the open sign was not lit up.

“It is for us,” Wilbur said, pushing the door open.

“Are we doing crime to the bakery?” Tommy asked him. “Because, no offense, but that is a bit boring for supervillains. More like a low-level criminal move.”

“Hush,” Wilbur said. “No. She’s a friend. I texted her. Niki!” he called into the bakery.

“Just a minute,” a woman called back from somewhere further into the building.

Tommy glanced around the little bakery. There were a few tables near the entrance for people to sit at, though they were all empty at the moment. Most of the seats seemed cozy and they all matched. There were a couple of couches with little pillows on them and a bookcase with only one shelf dedicated to books. The other three shelves had boardgames on them.

On the far side of the room was a counter and a giant display case. It was not as filled as it could be, but there were some things in it, including half a dozen strawberry pies for some reason. A large chalkboard menu was mounted above the counter with different things the bakery offered and the corresponding prices written on it.

“Hey, Will,” the same voice that had spoken before said as a woman came into the room from a door behind the counter. She was wearing a colorful apron and had short pink hair. She blinked when she saw Tubbo and Tommy. Right… If she knew Wilbur enough to open her bakery specifically for him, she must also wonder why he suddenly was coming in with two people she’d never met. “Uh, hi Technoblade, and…?”

“This is Tommy and Tubbo,” Wilbur offered.

She continued to look at them curiously, but she didn’t press for more information. “Hello,” she greeted them with a kind smile. “It’s nice to meet you two.”

“Hi,” Tommy said. “I assume you’re the lady with the food.”

“Tommy don’t be rude,” Tubbo scolded.

“What?” he asked and got a meaningful glare in return. Unfortunately, Tommy did not know its meaning. “What?!”

“Admittedly, that one is a bit of a gremlin,” Wilbur said walking closer to the counter. Tommy flipped him off even though he probably didn’t see it. Tubbo slapped his hand down.

Niki laughed softly when she caught the gesture, but then got distracted as Wilbur offered her a greeting hug.

“What?” Tommy hissed at Tubbo while they were distracted.

“You have no idea who she is,” Tubbo said, voice aggravated, but hushed. “She could be a horrible supervillain.”

“She owns a bakery, Tubbo,” Tommy pointed out, “and we’re sort of joining the supervillains right now.”

“Yeah, and unlike you, I’d like to know the consequences of pissing off the supervillains before going around flipping them off. Lord knows heroes are bad enough.”

“She seems nice.”

“She’s friends with at least two members of the SBI.”

“We’re friends with the SBI.”

“We’re something with the SBI,” he muttered.

Tommy frowned at him even though he understood where he was coming from. It was hard to believe that he was casually in some bakery with The Blade and Whippoorwill and planning to willingly just go back to their secret base in the middle of the woods. Yet, Wilbur gestured him forward and he went willingly to stand beside him in front of the counter.

“What would you like to drink?” Niki asked him.

Oh, well, that was a question he had no idea of the answer to. He looked blankly at the board above her head. “Er, do you have any good tea?”

“You don’t like tea,” Tubbo said, surprised. “You whine and complain when I try to drink tea around you because you think it’s gross!”

“Yeah, well, it turns out it’s good when it’s made right,” Tommy said.

“You actual bastard. I’ve had to hide my tea for years to escape your ridicule and scorn but suddenly you like ‘grass water’?!”

“Phil puts stuff in it, I don’t know. It was sweet and didn’t taste like actual dirt juice like your tea. The coffee was still gross though,” Tommy said.

“To be fair, Phil’s shit at making coffee,” Technoblade said. He’d been lingering by the door, but he stepped over to the counter now.

“He is?” Tommy asked curiously. He had not considered that Phil’s coffee tasted like shit because he simply didn’t know how to make it like Tubbo did not know how to make tea apparently. Then again, he did not trust Technoblade when it came to food and drinks, so he would withhold judgment.

“No,” Wilbur said immediately, and the way he said it with a bit of panic only served to pique Tommy’s interest. “He’s great at making coffee. You just don’t like it.”

Tommy squinted at him suspiciously.

“No coffee for you,” Techno said, decisively. “Today at least. We’re still recovering from your foray into tea drinking.” He glanced at Tubbo. “You can have coffee if you want though.”

“Oi! Why can Tubbo have it and I can’t?”

“Tubbo looks like he hasn’t slept in 3 days. He probably needs it.”

“Maybe I need it,” Tommy argued. “I’m injured! I need the energy.” This was, of course, a bold-faced lie.

“Oh, now he’s injured,” Wilbur scoffed.

“Recovering from injuries requires real energy from sleeping,” Technoblade said. “Not caffeine.” Tommy frowned and went to argue again, but Technoblade stopped him in his tracks by saying. “You can have hot chocolate instead.”

Tommy had been given chocolate twice by them. Once was as ice cream and once was in muffins, and it had been very good. He did not know what hot chocolate was, but he could guess it was a drink, it was warm, and it was chocolate. Those three things together sounded like they had to be good whereas coffee easily could still be bad. “Fine,” he relented.

“You can pick a flavor too if you want,” Niki offered with a smile. “I’ve got a list of all available ones here.” She tapped a little sign labeled: ‘Add a flavor.’

“Oh,” Tommy said, eyes scanning over the sizable selection. He definitely did not know what some of those flavors tasted like. What was Irish Cream? Like milk from Irish cows? “Uh…”

“Techno likes the salted caramel one,” she said when she saw him struggling.

Tommy’s nose scrunched up. “You put salt in your drink?” he asked, turning to the man.

“You are awfully judgmental for a starving child,” Technoblade noted dryly.

“I’m not a child! And it’s not my fault you have horrible tastes. First the lumpy bread and now you tell me you drink salt water? Straight from the ocean? Fish pee in that you know.”

“Get him the salted-caramel hot chocolate,” Technoblade said, choosing to ignore him, “and we’ll make Will have a vanilla hot chocolate in case he doesn’t like it.”

“I didn’t consent to that.”

Technoblade didn’t acknowledge Wilbur’s protest. “Then, a salted-caramel macchiato for me and,” he glanced at Tubbo who shrugged. “Make it two of those. Plus, let both of them pick a cinnamon roll.” He produced a credit card from his wallet and handed it to her.

She rung up the order and pointed out where the cinnamon rolls were in the case so they could both pick one and placed them in a box before moving the make the drinks.

“So, we do have a bit of room in the van. Is there any particularly bothersome produce that needs to be moved?” Wilbur asked. Tommy was immediately interested. That sounded like real illegal activity. By produce he probably meant drugs or something.

“Actually, yeah, there are, like a thousand raspberries in the back and they go bad so fast. I’m afraid they’ll start molding in the kitchen. Maybe you could get them stored someplace cooler.”

“We can probably do that. I have an inkling the streets will be cleared soon enough and we can get more trucks through.”

“Yeah,” she said. “How did you get a car all the way here, by the way?”

“Oh,” Wilbur said. Tommy could feel Tubbo tensing up beside him. “You know. We have our methods.”

“Mmm?” she said, but it was clear Wilbur wasn’t giving more than that, and Tubbo relaxed again.

She finished up making one of the drinks and handed it to Tommy. “Thanks,” he said when she did. He took a cautious sip, wary of the salt in the drink, but to his surprise he kind of liked it.

“Good?” Wilbur asked with a half-smile. Tommy nodded. “Great,” he turned to Niki, putting his hands on the counter in front of her, “can I please have a cappuccino then instead?”

“No,” said Technoblade.

“Sure, Will,” Niki replied. She went back to making the other drinks, and Tommy looked down at his hot chocolate. There was a brown cardboard wrap around the white coffee cup with a little symbol on the side that, Tommy realized after a few moments, he recognized even though he’d definitely never been here before.

Dream sometimes came into the office with a cup of coffee with that symbol, though it was by far not the only place he’d get coffee from. He did not seem to have a regular place when it came to coffee. The only reason Tommy remembered it was because Dream always seemed to be in a better mood whenever he came in with a coffee with that or another symbol on it instead of drinking office coffee. He’d always be a bit softer towards everyone on those days, willing to turn a blind eye to mistakes that would normally enrage him and to skip the parts of training Tommy hated.

Tommy was never sure why he was different then, but it was always a relief when those days came. He’d thought maybe caffeine helped keep his energy up. Having superspeed had to take a lot of energy, and maybe it made him tired most days. Still, Tommy wasn’t sure why normal office coffee wouldn’t work just as well. In fact, he was pretty sure it was more caffeinated than normal coffee.

“Alright,” Niki said, “let me just grab those raspberries from the back.”

Tommy watched as she left and came back with a giant box. To his surprise, when he glanced in the box as she handed it to Wilbur, it… literally just had raspberries in it.

“Wait, you’re literally just smuggling raspberries?” Tommy asked. It was definitely illegal, of course. They could get arrested if they were caught, but well, Wilbur could get arrested for a lot of things, so that didn’t matter much. It wasn’t quite what Tommy had in mind when he thought about supervillains’ evil plans.

Wilbur glanced at him. “Well,” he said. “The plants in the city have been growing very fast over the last couple of days including in the community gardens we sponsor.”

“You sponsor gardens?” Tommy asked.

“Yep.”

“Well, I guess that’s a little more illegal than just smuggling food,” he admitted. It was still pretty boring though. Tubbo and Tommy had been about to start something like that themselves before everything went down, though to be fair, it would have just been for them and wouldn’t have been a community garden which wasn’t considered quite as bad. “What else do you do?”

“Hmm…. We give a local hospital illegal donations,” Wilbur said, “and run a tutoring ring.”

“Do you give the hospital corpses?” Tommy asked.

“No,” Wilbur said with an eyeroll. “Mostly we buy them equipment. Techno gives blood sometimes too.”

“Like… his own blood?”

“Yes, Tommy. He doesn’t steal people’s blood to give to the hospital.” Tommy frowned. That was weird. Sure, sometimes certain people would give blood by court order when there was a major shortage, but other than that, only people in jail had to give blood routinely. Tommy didn’t know why Techno would do so voluntarily, but then again, these people were weird.

“I could steal blood to give to Fairview,” Technoblade said.

“Why that wouldn’t work has been explained to you by multiple people, multiple times,” Wilbur said. He turned back to Niki then. “We should probably get going before this conversation devolves more,” Wilbur said. “See you later, Niki. I’ll be in contact about transport for other produce. Sit tight.”

“Thanks, Will,” she said. “Have a nice day.”

They headed back to the car then. Tubbo seemed more at ease getting into the backseat with him this time, probably because he’d already been allowed out of it once before. Technoblade and Wilbur struggled to shove the box of raspberries into the back with Linda while discussing the logistics of getting all of the vegetables out of the city in the coming weeks. Tommy tuned out that boring conversation very quickly.

He and Tubbo made quick work of the cinnamon rolls even though Tommy found he wasn’t starving considering he’d eaten a good breakfast as well as probably too many muffins today. Tubbo did seem hungry though and thirsty too (or perhaps he just desperately wanted the caffeine) because he finished both his pastry and his drink far before Tommy did. Tommy, on the other hand, sipped on his hot chocolate for most of the ride back through the city and the woods and had just finished it when they pulled into the driveway that led to the house’s garage.

Tubbo kept his hand wrapped around the handle of his bag as they exited the car and walked into the house. Wilbur led them past the room set up for them for now and to the kitchen to find Phil, and that was it… they were here.

Technoblade plopped down onto one of the chairs in the dining area like it was his own home because it… you know… was. Tommy and Tubbo were just in the SBI’s kitchen, which was sort of their kitchen now, he guessed, since they’d kind of moved in as of two seconds ago.

There was nothing to mark the transition. They were just there now and that was apparently reality.

There was still tension in the air and more than there had been in the car. Tommy’s backpack with everything he’d grabbed from the apartment was still on his back and Tubbo was gripping onto his bag and staring at Phil with an unreadable expression on his face.

A timer dinging suddenly making both Tommy and Tubbo jump.

“Oh,” Phil said, turning around to his oven. He grabbed oven mitts and pulled out a tray. When he turned back around, he was looking down at the tray with a pinched brow. “I seem to have made cookies,” he said as though he did not quite remember doing so.

“God, I knew we shouldn’t have left him alone,” Technoblade said.

Phil shot him a look and then looked back at Tommy and Tubbo, tray still in hand. “Hello,” he said. “I’m Phil.”

“I gathered,” Tubbo said tersely.

“Welcome,” Phil said with a smile even though Tubbo was as stiff as a board and hadn’t offered his own name. “You can help yourself to anything on the table if you’d like,” he said, nodding to where the leftover chocolate chip muffins and cheery bread were from earlier. “These too but maybe let them cool a minute.”

“The muffins and cheery bread are good,” Tommy said mostly because it was true, but also because he had a feeling Tubbo was hungry still even after the cinnamon roll. He dragged him over towards the table, breaking the weird tension between him and Phil.

Tubbo ate a few more things when Tommy prompted him to and they both had a cookie when they were deemed cool enough. Phil did not leave the room, but he kept enough distance between him and Tubbo for Tubbo to calm down a bit.

Mostly Phil and Wilbur just bickered over who was doing all of these dishes since apparently Wilbur usually did the dishes when Techno and Phil cooked but Wilbur did not want to do all of these extra ones. Phil ended up ultimately losing the argument. Defeated, he turned to cleaning the dishes himself once Tubbo had eaten a few things. He suggested that Wilbur and Technoblade show them around the house since Tommy hadn’t seen most of it yet and Tubbo hadn’t seen any of it at all.

They agreed, starting the tour by showing them around outside the house first. It took a moment for Tommy to figure out why they wanted to show them a bunch of trees, but then he saw that being outside and around the plants calmed Tubbo down quite a bit and he understood.

Then, they showed them each of the rooms on this floor of the building and they even taught them how to get into the hidden staircase to the evil lair under the house. It was hidden by a fancy plate display in the hallway. They did ask them not to go down there by themselves for now because it was easy to get lost. Tubbo looked suspicious at that, but Tommy already knew it was basically a white labyrinth, so thought that was a fair request. He was still going to break into it as soon as they turned their backs though, that was for sure.

Tubbo and Tommy even got their own bathroom, which, of course, Tommy and Tubbo had had their own bathroom to share at their old apartment considering only they lived there, but this was different. This bathroom was about 4 times as large as the one they’d shared before and had a bathtub you could properly lay in to take a bath if you wanted. He’d bet it even had hot and cold water consistently. The only thing about it that made Tommy want to protest was its location.

“Why do we have to walk past a bathroom, Wilbur’s bedroom, and into the living room to get to our bathroom?” he asked.

“The bathroom between our bedrooms is already mine and all of my stuff is in there,” Wilbur explained. “It’s easier this way.”

This explanation seemed very suspicious to Tommy who narrowed his eyes.

“You don’t want to share a bathroom with Wilbur,” Techno supplied. “Trust me.”

“Get over it,” Wilbur said with an eyeroll.

“Sharing a bathroom with Wilbur is really just sharing a bathroom with Phil, but worse because you never have access to your own shampoo.”

“You’ve had your own bathroom for a decade, Technoblade.”

After the two finished squabbling about Wilbur’s bathroom hogging habits, Techno wandered off to his own bedroom, so Wilbur could show Tommy and Tubbo their room.

Tommy had already seen the room of course, but he was still impressed by how nice it was. Wilbur told them they could change the decorations if they wanted, though honestly Tommy liked what was there already. He also mentioned maybe getting them a desk. There had apparently been one in this room already, but it was a little too big with the bed, so they’d have to get a smaller one. Tubbo’s eyes lingered on the two empty pots on the windowsill filled with dirt, and Wilbur explained that they were free to plant whatever they wanted in them.

“Tommy already managed to figure out where clothes for him were, but things that should fit you are in these drawers and the left side of the wardrobe,” Wilbur told Tubbo. “They’re just approximately sized though, so, if something doesn’t fit right, just tell me. We can get it tailored or if you just don’t like it, we can replace it with something else.

‘Tailored,’ Tubbo mouthed at Tommy behind Wilbur’s back.

Tommy made a face, ‘Rich fuckers,’ he mouthed back.

“If there is anything else you want or need, just tell one of us, and we’ll get it if we can,” Wilbur said with a smile. Considering they casually just have a tailor, apparently, Tommy could probably get an alligator if he wanted one. “Dinner should be in about 45 minutes if the two of you want to get settled.”

“Sure,��� Tubbo said, nodding.

“I’ll leave you alone for a bit then,” Wilbur said, retreating to the door. He let it close behind him leaving Tubbo and Tommy alone.

Tubbo puffed out a breath, seeming tired as he looked around the room. His eyes lingered on the decorations on the walls and the little knick-knacks all over the place. “Seems like a lot for a business deal,” he commented.

“What do you mean?”

Tubbo pulled his gaze to Tommy. “Let’s just get settled in first,” he said.

Tommy nodded, knowing exactly what he meant by that. He crossed to the wardrobe while Tubbo went to the bookshelf, and they both began methodically taking the entire room apart before putting things carefully back in place like they’d never been touched. They met in the middle of the room at the bed after searching their respective sides. They worked together to lift the mattress up but found nothing in the sheets or the mattress itself. The only thing they did find out was that the full-sized looking bed was actually made of two twin mattresses shoved together with something connecting them. Once finished with their search, they put it all back together again and sat down on top of the reconstructed mattress.

“Nothing,” Tubbo said.

“Nothing,” Tommy confirmed with a breath. No cameras. No microphones. No wires that set off silent alarms when they opened the window or door.

He turned to Tommy. “So, what the hell do you think is going on here, then?”

“What do you mean?”

“This is not the type of room you give to a business associate, Tommy,” Tubbo said with a sigh. “Something else is clearly going on here.”

“Something good or bad, you reckon?”

“I’m not sure yet,” Tubbo said, with a headshake.

They sat in silence for a couple of seconds. “Well, I think the room is pretty pog.”

“It is a nice room,” Tubbo agreed.

“And there aren’t even surveillance instruments in it.”

“They do seem to want us to trust them,” Tubbo said. His eyes landed on one of the empty pots and he stood up to wander over to it. Tommy watched as he slipped some sort of seed into it, and a moment later a dark blueish-purple flower with weird droopy petals started to grow from the soil. Then, he moved to sit on the windowsill and peer out into the forest, hand in his hoodie pocket. Tommy turned to his bag to unpack Henry and set him on the bed next to a bee plushie that had already been there before taking a seat on the mattress.

There was a knock on the door a little while later. “Dinner’s about done,” Wilbur said. “Can I open the door?”

“Sure,” Tommy replied, and the door opened.

“How do you like the room?” he asked, going for casual and missing the mark. It was clear that he really cared what they thought about the room, the idiot.

“If Phil designed it, it’s absolutely pog and I love it. If you did, it sucks and boo,” Tommy said casually.

Wilbur rolled his eyes but smiled too.

“It’s nice,” Tubbo said, turning to hop off the windowsill.

Wilbur turned to smile at him. “That one’s yours by the way,” he said, gesturing at the bee plushie that they’d put carefully back in place next to the pillows on the bed.

“Ah,” Tubbo said, glancing at it. He picked it up to study it for a moment. “It’s cute. Thanks.” He did not seem particularly interested in his plushie, simply placing it on the nightstand next to the left side of the bed.

Wilbur didn’t seem bothered by his lack of interest. “Alright, come on. Dinner time.”

Tubbo tilted his head at him. “Can I take the potted plant with me?” he asked.

“…If it would make you more comfortable, sure,” Wilbur said.

Tubbo nodded and grabbed his flower off the windowsill, caring it with him to the dining room.

Dinner was an awkward affair. Tommy began to get the sense that the awkwardness was between Tubbo and Phil since it’d been relatively fine when it was just Wilbur and Technoblade showing them around. Phil tried to dispel the awkwardness by talking to Tubbo and complimenting his flower, a monkshood apparently, but Tubbo tended to give him one-word answers or frown at him. Eventually, he seemed to decide not singling out Tubbo in conversation was the better plan, and that seemed to loosen up the room at least a bit. The food was good at least despite the tension.

“We’re going to watch a movie after dinner,” Wilbur told them as the meal was wrapping up. “You’re both free to watch with us.”

“Sure,” said Tommy.

Tubbo pursed his lips, seeming unhappy at the prospect. “…Okay.”

“You don’t have to,” Wilbur said.

Tubbo said nothing.

“I know you’re clingy,” Tommy said when Wilbur turned away to help Phil gather up dishes, his voice lowered, “but you can go to bed if you’re tired. I can watch a movie by myself.”

Tubbo shook his head and Tommy sighed. There was nothing to be done when Tubbo decided to be a clingy fuck.

Dinner was cleaned up quickly and they migrated into the living room. Phil stayed in the kitchen to make popcorn even though they’d literally just ate and Technoblade went to his room to grab something. Wilbur flopped down on the right side of the couch and grabbed what Tommy recognized as the Netflix remote. Tommy took the initiative to plop down in the seat next to him while he started scrolling through his Netflix account.

“What’s wrong with my recommendations?” he muttered to himself. Tommy suppressed a smirk at that. Tubbo eyed the seating options and eventually decided to take a seat next to Tommy on the last available place on the couch.

Eventually, fed up with his recommendations, he hit the search bar instead. “Any requests?” he asked turning to Tubbo and Tommy.

Tommy stared at him blankly and he imagined Tubbo was giving a similar expression.

“Right,” he said. He thought for a few seconds and then started to type something in.

Technoblade came back from his room with a book (which was weird since they were watching a movie, but Tommy didn’t mention it) and took a seat in the armchair nearest Tubbo. Phil came in with a giant bowl of popcorn and set it on the table in front of them before taking the only remaining seat in an armchair near Wilbur. When everyone settled, Wilbur started the movie.

It ended up being a movie about cars that turned into giant alien robots. Or the other way around? Whatever. It was sort of a loud and actiony movie which is why Tommy was surprised when Tubbo suddenly slumped over about 20 minutes into it and proceeded to not stir when Tommy poked him with his foot.

Tommy shook his head. “He should have just gone to bed.”

Wilbur hummed in agreement and offered him more popcorn which he took even though he literally hadn’t been actually hungry all day. It was, admittedly, a bit more relaxing with Tubbo unconscious than it had been since this morning. If he ended up pressed up against Wilbur’s side, that was purely to give the sleeping Tubbo more room.

When the movie ended, Tubbo was still out cold. At some point Phil had tossed Tommy a blanket to throw over him, but the way he was slumped on the couch still probably wasn’t comfortable.

“Maybe you should wake him up and have him go to bed,” Phil suggested, softly.

Tommy nodded and reached over to shake him. “Tubbo,” he said.

It took a bit of shaking to get him to stir. “Fu’ ‘ff,” was finally murmured back.

Tommy rolled his eyes. “Seriously Tubbo, or I’ll get the water.”

He whined unhappily and peeled his eyes open, but as soon as he clocked where he was, he sat bolt up, smacking their heads together in his haste.

“Ow! Bitch!”

“The movie’s over,” Wilbur told him. “We thought you might want to head to bed since you seem tired.”

Tubbo shook his head. “I’m awake,” he insisted, but his eyes told a different story as they tried to flutter shut against his will.

Technoblade got to his feet. “How about I at least get you a toothbrush and you can get ready for bed even if you don’t end up going to sleep afterwards?” he suggested.

“…Fine,” he agreed. He got to his feet and Technoblade led him off to a hall closet to get some stuff and then he went into their bedroom to get a change of clothes.

He disappeared into the bathroom for about 10 minutes and came back with his hair wet from the shower and dressed in light green pajama pants and a hoodie. Apparently, taking a shower had only made him more tired because he looked dead on his feet.

“C’mon, Tubs,” Tommy said, decisively. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“M’fine,” he murmured.

“Bed,” Tommy said, shoving him in the direction of their room.

“I should stay awake,” he said once the door closed behind them but didn’t resist Tommy shoving him into the bed.

“You’ve got to sleep at some point, Tubbo,” Tommy reasoned. Personally, he wasn’t tired, but he still laid down on the bed next to him. He patted his still damp hair and Tubbo reached out to curl his hands into Tommy’s shirt. His normally cold hands were still warm from the shower. “It’ll be alright.”

The other boy fell back asleep after only a few minutes, his hand going limp against Tommy’s chest. Tommy detangled himself from him to slip back out of the room.

Technoblade had taken over ownership of the television by the time Tommy made it back to the living room. He was playing some video game still seated in the armchair. Phil and Wilbur were partially watching him play, but mostly were just talking to each other in quiet tones.

When Wilbur noticed him, the conversation did not stop, but he smiled welcomingly, and Tommy took the invitation to plop back down on the couch in the same position he’d been in for the movie.

He tuned into the conversation he and Phil were having. “You’re talking about the vegetables again?” he groaned. “Is that all you supervillains do? Where’s all the fun stuff?”

Wilbur rolled his eyes, and an arm was suddenly coming for Tommy’s neck too fast and close for Tommy to dodge away from it. Before he could even fully register the attack, he’d been yanked to the side and Wilbur’s opposite hand was ruffling through his hair, the action quick and intense, but gentle still.

Tommy got the impression that it was supposed to annoy him, but instead, he relaxed into it when he realized that hair ruffling was the extent of the assault. The ruffling slowed into stroking his hair when Wilbur noticed, the already rather forgiving hold around his neck loosing further. “You’re technically still a hostage as far as the heroes know,” he said. “So, I think that’s enough ‘fun’ for us right now.”

“Dumbass,” Tommy declared.

“Don’t worry, Techno and I will teach you all of the illegal things in time.”

“Why not Phil?”

“Phil’s a pussy.”

Phil reached over to smack at his head with a clearly gentle hand because all Wilbur did was laugh in response.

“I want to steal,” Tommy informed him. “I’m good at that.”

Wilbur leaned over to whisper conspiratorially directly in Tommy’s ear. “We’ll practice on Techno.”

“No, you won’t,” said Technoblade without taking his eyes off the screen.

“Yet, if I were to yell at him to fold the laundry while playing that game, he would somehow magically not hear me,” Phil said.

“What was that?” Technoblade asked.

Phil tossed a piece of rogue popcorn that had fallen onto the coffee table at his head. He did not react, and it fell to the floor.

Wilbur winked at Tommy meaningfully which he interpreted as confirmation that they were soon going to commit many crimes against Technoblade no matter what he said. Tommy suppressed a chuckle before turning his attention to trying to figure out what Technoblade was doing in his video game.

It wasn’t until a couple of hours later that anyone else got tired enough to go to bed, and of course it was old man Philza. He gave Techno a pat on the head that was more like a bop on the head and Wilbur a kiss on the cheek. He hesitated at Tommy but ended up leaning over to ruffle his hair gently before telling them all goodnight and heading into his bedroom.

Technoblade stayed up to play his game and Wilbur sat on his phone for a bit, throwing out comments on the game every so often. Tommy watched Techno play with interest even though he didn’t quite know what was going on in the game. He seemed to be winning though, that was for sure if the fireworks going off behind his character every so often meant anything.

Tommy had been wrapped up in watching Techno’s character run around so much that he didn’t realize Wilbur was starting to nod off until a sudden weight slumped on top of him, pinning one of his arms and most of his torso under the weight.

Ghostbur flickered into existence about half a second later, hovering over the side of the couch Tubbo had vacated hours ago. Tommy had never seen him appear before. He sort of faded in and out over the course of half a minute, not speaking or seeming to see anything before he finally solidified (as much as a ghost astral projection thing solidified).

“You fell asleep on top of me you prick,” Tommy said in a whisper as soon as the ghost had gathered himself enough to look over at him.

Ghostbur did not seem at all properly chided. “Aw! Hello, Tommy.”

Tommy glared at him. “Technoblade, he’s being a prick and has trapped me. Help!”

Technoblade just grunted at him in response, continuing to play his game without so much as a pause.

“You’re useless,” Tommy muttered. Ghostbur reached out to brush Tommy’s hair out of his eyes, and it took Tommy a second to remember… “You fucker,” he said. “Aren’t I blue enough yet?”

“Hmm,” Ghostbur said, his tone warm and soft even though the bop Tommy got on the nose was cold. “No.” Both of his hands descended to cup Tommy’s cheeks.

“You bastard,” Tommy growled. He smacked at him with his free hand, but it just went straight through the ghost despite him being physical enough to hold Tommy’s face captive. Tommy gave up on fighting after a moment, slumping under the warm weight of a sleeping Wilbur and the cold touch of his ghost.

“Technoblade, I have Tommy,” Ghostbur cooed, delighted.

“Good job, Ghostbur,” Techno said absently.

“Pricks. Both of you.”

Ghostbur just squeezed his cheeks a bit, content with being an annoyingly affectionate bastard, and Tommy sighed dolefully allowing him to do as he wished.

He fell asleep there on the couch eventually despite Wilbur crushing him. At least, he assumed he did because he didn’t remember anything past some point. Somehow, he made it back to the room they’d given him, though he did not remember walking there.

He would wake up the next morning to Tubbo still asleep next to him. Tubbo would sleep for a few hours more after that, but Tommy would get up. Technoblade and Phil would already be up and drinking coffee together at the kitchen table (which considering Technoblade had still been awake when Tommy fell asleep made Tommy wonder when he slept) and Wilbur would be in the bathroom taking way too long to shower for any normal human being. Tommy would eat breakfast and take a shower himself (not that any soap could scrub the new blue stains off of his face) before Wilbur finally exited his bathroom.

And things could always end up turning bad, but for the moment, Tommy was content.

Author Note:

Oh, kids, you should always let your new Tubbo sniff the Dad™ through the door before introducing them.

Also, if you're curious, yes, Technoblade carried both of his idiots to bed when he finally looked up from his game at probably about 3:30 in the morning.

...

What do you mean? Why would you think that was Dream's power? Obviously he just runs fast. :)

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Why We Bleed

by OnlyOats

No matter what you do, never let Siren finish a sentence. It was rule number one for the hero academy, and an annoying one at that. The villain turned back to the heroes. “Well this is hardly fair.” Siren said, “The two of you, against me.” “You say that like you’re ever fair to anyone else.” Angel interjected. Siren shrugged, “How about this, you let me go and I give you him back” He turned to the hero who was still rooted to the ground at his right. “Do we have a deal?” Blade shook his head. “Or we could just bring you in now.” “Well, there’s no fun in that!” The villain exclaimed. Damn, he thought. This was unideal. Especially when he'd promised he'd be home soon.

OR: L'manburg's is desperate to see the notorious villain Siren brought to justice. As the leading hero, Angel is made responsible for this. Naturally, he expect Siren to have secrets - What good villain doesn't? But as he starts to get closer to unmasking the man, he realised these may be far bigger secrets than anyone was expecting.

In which Wilbur is a villain trying to protect his little brother, and Philza and Techno are heroes trying to do what's right.

Words: 3005, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Alexis | Quackity, Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Niki | Nihachu, Jschlatt (Video Blogging RPF)

Relationships: No Romantic Relationship(s), Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit, Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza, Alexis | Quackity & Wilbur Soot, Clay | Dream & Wilbur Soot, Clay | Dream & Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: Sleepy Bois Inc as Family, Sleepy Bois Inc-centric, Sleepy Bois Inc as Found Family, Sleepy Bois Inc Angst, Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are Siblings, Hero Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Villain Wilbur Soot, Hero Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot-centric, Phil Watson-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Good Parent Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Winged Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Protective Wilbur Soot, Older Sibling Wilbur Soot, Orphan TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Orphan Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot is Not Okay, TommyInnit is Not Okay (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot Needs a Hug, TommyInnit Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot Needs a Break, Sad Wilbur Soot, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Eventual Happy Ending, Wilbur Soot is Called Siren, Hero Sleepy Bois Inc (Video Blogging RPF), Villain Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Villain Jschlatt (Video Blogging RPF), Hero Niki | Nihachu, emerald duo sbi

[lnterjection]

gods of red skies (of this world to comprise)

Based on @quaranmine‘s post “that meme where the FBI shows up at your house because you know too much except it’s DreamXD and Ranboo being the only person who knows what an end portal is,” but I make it angsty.  

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“And here’s our table,” Phil said, and Ranboo’s jaw dropped in such standard enderman fashion he would have been ashamed, if he weren’t so preoccupied with the sight in front of him.

Slowly, he took a step forward. Leaned over and traced a finger across the pale, bumpy endstone, its tiny craters and rivers of raised ridges. It had been so long since he felt endstone beneath his skin. 

The empty sockets stare back into him, deep cyans and swirls of black. You’re here, they seem to whisper. We’ve missed you.

“It’s a cool table, but I think this is a bit of an overreaction,” he heard Techno whisper behind him. “Phil, what do we - uh...”

“Do you - do you know what that is?” Ranboo asked. He struggled to keep the awe from his voice. 

Phil glanced over his shoulders with a bewildered expression. “No?” he said, wings slowly fanning out. “What do you mean?”

“It’s-” Ranboo hesitated, taking a step back. Should he tell them? Should - should anyone in this cursed world have that sort of power? Wouldn’t that lead to more sides, more pointless statuses of power to fight over?

He made a split second decision. 

“Um, nevermind,” he said. “I forgot.”

The lie came so easily. Ranboo internally winced at how familiar his muscles were with the phrase. 

Techno eyes him, pupils narrowing, but he doesn’t comment. Phil gives them both a cheery smile and claps his hands in a neat, smooth motion, effectively shutting down the line of conversation.

“So!” he said. “Anarchy!” 

Ranboo nodded along, tried not to be too weird (or well, weirder than he must already seem to them), and that was that.

-

Everything was freezing - his crystalized bed that felt more like ice than wool, his creaking, ramshackle roof with scatterings of icicles that dripped frost and cold, the way every muscle of his body felt like it was contracting into a ball of sharp diamond. 

Ranboo couldn’t complain, though. He had a place to live. He was welcome here, which was so much more than what he deserved after everything he’s done. 

He wasn’t going to freeze to death. Worse case scenario, he takes his blanket and hides under his bed. He’ll be fine. Fine.

His chattering teeth and rapidly shivering body certainly seemed to disagree with him. 

Ranboo tried to draw in a clattering breath. The winds picked up, slicing every exposed inch of skin with an unforgiving glacier.

At least it’s not snowing, he thought weakly. 

And then, through the screeching winds and enveloping blindness of night, he heard it. 

There’s something crunching, outside the fences that made up his home. Ranboo blinked slowly, wondering if he’s finally gone off the deep end. If that last tether to sanity which his mind so desperately clung to was finally slipping away, and this was the moment he succumbed to that relentless war of the mind, never to resurface again.

For a terrible, traitorous moment, Ranboo hoped that it was Phil or Techno, here to invite him into their house of warmth, a sign of friendship or at least care, after he’d been invited into their anarchist group (which wasn’t taking sides, they just didn’t want to be ruled, was that so bad?).

“Not much of a house, is it?”

And like an arrow to his heart, that hope was promptly smashed to pieces.

“Shut up” Ranboo gritted out to the figure that was no doubt leering over him with that stupid smily mask and stupid smug voice. “You’re just jealous you don’t even have one.”

His mind scrambled around desperately as he suppressed a terrified scream. Is this his mind again? But that voice doesn’t show up outside the panic room, or does it? What does he know, really? 

Was this actually Dream, here to kill him? To take revenge on for destroying the community house? Ranboo couldn’t bring himself to drag his face away from the swath of blankets that he was clinging to, but he could hear the whine of the fence gates swinging. Something snapping shut in place. 

Dream was definitely here, unless Ranboo had, indeed, well and truly lost it. Which was a likely possibility. 

Dream, what was Dream doing all the way out here? And why now, of all times, did Ranboo decide to finally grow a spine? 

Well, either he was hallucinating big time, or Dream was here to kill him. Either way, it’s not like anything he did will matter. 

“I have a house,” Dream said, sounding mildly affronted. “Now, this pathetic excuse of a cattle pen certainly can’t be called one.”

“Just shut up and kill me already, Dream,” Ranboo yelled. His voice was muffled and thrown about by the wind, but it echoed through his bones nonetheless, and this was gratifying in some horrifying way because either way it’s not like what he’ll say will make any difference. “What, are you here to finally gloat over me too? Found a different target than Tommy, huh? Just can’t find a better use of your time than torturing teenagers-”

“What? Woah, I am not Dream,” Dream said, and Ranboo took a moment to process this information. 

“What?”

He finally looks up, squinting through the darkness and the biting way the winds attacked his eyes. 

The person that had his arms cross in front of him looked like a carbon copy of Dream, only with a pale blue hoodie instead of the usual lime green one.

“Just because you’ve put on a different outfit doesn’t mean you’ve changed who you are,” Ranboo snapped through chatters. “Fuck off or kill me, Dream. You’re not fooling anyone.”

“I told you, I’m not Dream,” was the reply. “Check your communicator.”

Ranboo, slowly, drew out the device and glanced at the pale, glowing screen. 

DreamXD whispers to you: I’m here.

“Really reassuring,” Ranboo said.

“Aren’t you supposed to be one of the nice ones?” ‘DreamXD’ asked. “I thought you had manners, or something like that.”

“Since when have manners ever helped me?” Ranboo bites, suddenly feeling something sullen draw his stomach down. Bittering clung to every word. “It’s like nothing around here gets done without violence.”

“That’s not my problem.” DreamXD made some shrugging motion, slowly turning his shoulders in an unsteady fashion like he was just getting used to moving his body. “I’m just here to...”

Ranboo flinched as a glimmering stick appeared in DreamXD’s hand. He recognized the telltale sheen of glowing enchantments, but that shouldn't be possible because you can’t enchant sticks. 

Dream, or DreamXD, or Not Dream, whatever the fuck he was - waved his glowing stick above him in what Ranboo assumed was supposed to be a menacing manner. He looked mostly like a deranged serial killer, which was, concerningly, also an apt description for the actual Dream. 

“I need to make an alteration to your book,” he said. “Hand it over.”

Ranboo stared at him for a long, drawn moment. His mind was blank, unresponsive, why would he want the memory book-

And then, his memory book was in the other entity’s hands, and Ranboo began yelling again.

“Give it back!” He lunged forward, but DreamXD teleported to the side and slammed his fist down on Ranboo’s back. He hit a faceful of snow and dirt, and a pained whine escaped his throat as the heel of a boot dug into his neck. 

Everything hurt. His back is now throbbing. Ranboo suppressed a sob as he heard the telltale sound of pages flapping wildly in the wind - and then the sound of ripping paper, grating against every bone of his body. 

Again - no, this couldn’t be happening again, why is this happening again, he was so careful and he hadn’t done anything and surely he had been good this time, hadn’t he?

His mind only just seemed to process what was happening. His memory book - his memory - was being stolen, torn, violated yet again and this time Ranboo could do nothing but listen and cry into the cold, gritty dirt while his neck is on the verge of snapping and what did he do?

He just wanted peace. He just wanted to be loved - not even loved, to just be left alone. To live without constant fear of pain or death or someone destroying everything he held dear. Was that so much to ask for?

Yes, a part of his mind whispered. You blew up the community house. You betrayed L’Manberg. You didn’t even have the spine to tell Techno and Phil, your new allies, what the end portal is. They welcome you onto their land and group and you repay them with more hidden secrets? How else will you betray everyone?

Everything part of him was burning. Ranboo wanted to slice and strip off all his skin, to submerge himself in freezing cold water and close his eyes and not have to worry about any of this anymore and why did he want all of that so much-

“There we go,” the voice above him suddenly said, and Ranboo made a choked noise as something hard kicked deep into his side. He tumbled across the floor with a few soft crunches before going limp, body splayed at unnatural angles that twisted knots around all his muscles. His throat felt more parched than desert sands, scraped raw and bloody. 

Something thudded in front of him, and Ranboo somehow had the strength to claw himself over through a filmy, blotched vision and drag his memory book back into his embrace. There were pages missing, ripped from the spine in jagged chunks like an unfinished puzzle shredded apart from frustration.

He choked again as a hand closed around his neck and dragged him up and something sharp and flaming jabbed into his chest. 

A coarse sleeve muffled his wailing scream. 

This pain was worse, so much worse, worse than the wither skulls and being dunked in water and all the stabs and slices he’s ever endured combined, his insides were burning and burning and on fire and covered in lava and Ranboo thought for a few fleeting moment that he would combust into sheer nothingness and he wanted to forget, forget why am I still here forget everything please I don’t want to be here-

“There we go,” the voice, that Dream voice, said, and it sounded so sickeningly like Dream but also not at all, because whereas Dream‘s voice always held a demeaning smugness about him this one had nothing but cold indifference, and Ranboo wasn’t sure which was worse but he couldn’t focus to think anyway because his entire world was red and white and burning and what the fuck was that stick enchanted with-

At some point, the pressure stopped. It faded away increments, and all Ranboo could comprehend was that eventually, as his mind flopped away from the shelter of nothingness, he was on the ground again and Dream was above him and everything was horribly, horribly silent. 

Why, he wanted to scream again to the howling winds, but his throat was spent and dead and he couldn’t move or do anything except lie there and spasm erratically like a dying animal with its guts already pooling across the stiff, blue grass. 

What did I do why is this happening please I’m so sorry I’m so sorry it’s all my fault please stop I don’t want to die-

“Let this be a warning,” the voice said in a smooth, terribly indifferent way. “If you write down what happened here, or about that end portal, I assure you that things will get much, much worse. And if you tell anyone, anyone else even a hint of what that portal is-”

Ranboo couldn’t even flinch as something cold pressed against his throat, as much as his mind leaped at the feeling. 

“I guarantee you will never see the light of day again.”

Was this what it had all been about? The portal? That he was being punished for his origins after all, for having the - the knowledge itself? For having the power to utilize it, even if he never would? 

“You really are Dream, aren’t you,” Ranboo rasped. He creaked his neck up to stare blankly into that pearly white mask. Every part of him, from his screaming body to his scattered, twisting thoughts felt weighted with magma, smoldering in its own ruins. 

Dream shrugged, a bit faster this time, and disappeared in a shower of flaking purple particles that drifted around like the snow that had, during some part of all this, began to fall. 

His eyes stung. His entire face was covered in tears, sharp daggers flicking the skin across with every movement. Ranboo couldn’t bring himself to care. He cradled his cold, crumpled memory book to his chest and knew that, as much as he hoped it was, this was not just a nightmare. Not in a world like this.

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Read on Ao3 here.

[sunshine-on-marz]

Formosity

This is a royal AU! It’s Tommy x Reader

“Tech, I’m tried.” You tapped your mentor’s shoulder and he sighed. Looking to you then back to road. “I know y/n, 10 more minutes.” You nodded and trudged along. Not long after you and Techno reached a castle. It looked just like the ones from fairytales. Your eyes lit up. This was nicer than any home you’d ever lived in with Techno, and it far paralleled the cottage you’d lived in just a week before. Technoblade walked to the door and nodded at the guards. They must have known he was coming because they immediately opened the door. Techno took your hand in his and walked into the castle. He walked through the halls as if he knew the corridors by heart. Eventually, you reached the throne room. A man in an emerald crown looked up from his book and seemed so unbelievably shocked by the sight infront of him. The blonde nearly leapt from his seat to hug your mentor. Techno hugged him back which was honestly surprising. You and Nikki (the baker from your small village) where the only people he ever truly hugged back. You stood there until the duo pulled away. The man dressed in green held out his hand for you. “Hello mate, I’m philza, an old friend of Techno’s. What’s your name?” You shook the man’s hand and techno nodded to you as if to say ‘answer him’ you turned back to the unfamiliar face and smiled softly “hi, I’m y/n!” He matched your grin and started again. “Well how may you know Techno?” Your face must have shown your excitement to talk about your mentorship. “I grew up in a village and one day Techno came to find a protégé, and he picked me! I’m training under him! Have been for the past the past twelve years” Phil seemed a bit surprised and turned to Techno. “You raised a child?” The blonde asked and stood star struck as the latter nodded and pulled you into a light side hug. Philza’s shock became a large smile. “Oh I just have to introduce you to my boys! Techno, you’ve met them both and Tom’s about Y/N’s age!” Techno nodded and responded “Y/n’s about a year younger than him. But I’d love to see the princes again” you looked at your mentor and he smiled at you, which calmed your nerves. Philza walked down a separate hall and came back with two boys. One with dark brown hair and the other shorter one with light blonde. The shorter of the two took you by surprise, he was gorgeous, absolutely stunning. You froze and stepped towards techno. You tapped on your mentor and whispered something to him. “He’s pretty” Techno grinned as if he had an idea. The two boys remember your mentor and attack him in a hug. After a few minutes of introduction ,and you letting Techno talk to Tommy on your behalf, Techno asked Wilbur to show him his guitar and he and Philza picked up on techno’s clear efforts to isolate you and Tommy. Once the other three left Tommy held out his hand to you. “I can show you the armor room, it’s pretty cool!” You smiled, albeit nervously, and took the blondes hand. He lead you through the gorgeous halls and showed you the armor room. Then a maid came into the room. “Prince, dinner is ready” Tommy nodded at the kind woman and thanked her. “Y/n, will you accompany me to dinner?” Tommy said, clearly being dramatic and with a huge smile on his face. You laughed and took his outstretched hand. “Oh thank you sir, I’ll godly accept your offer”. What neither of you thought of was walking into a full dining room while holding hands and smiling. The entire table went silent in shock as Tommy pulled out a chair for you and then did a small bow. The both of your giggled and Tommy went to the chair across from you next to his father. You where caught off guard by the woman sitting at the table with you. She smiles kindly. “Hello darling, I’m Kristen, Tommy and Wilbur’s mother” Phil then interjected “and my wife” the kind woman sighs and laughed “and his wife” you smiled and nodded then introduced yourself. Once your small conversation was over you turned to Techno who was smiling ear to ear. “Tech?” Was all you said and he just smiled wider. “Tech? Hello? What’s wrong” (ran out of space part 1/???) link to part 2

[zero-to-zero-to-zero-again]

He's A Bad Witch (1)

“Tommy.”

“Yeah-huh?”

“Did you turn Technoblade into a hamster?”

~

Word Count: 1,748

TW: Mentions of violence (brief), foul language, self-loathing (also brief), vague innuendos

Characters: Tommyinnit, Ranboo, Technoblade (All characters, not creators)

Techno accidentally gets turned into a hamster through circumstances COMPLETELY out of Tommy's control.

~

A slew of profanity spilled from Tommy's lips with a few apologies woven in. He dropped another book on the floor. No good. The rodent at his feet chittered indignantly. He dragged his hands down his face in exasperation.

“Sorry, sorry,” he muttered.

He scooped the little creature up off the carpet and set it down on the table. It only continued to stare at him. Even while being unable to produce actual facial expressions, he got the strangest feeling it was glaring at him. His toes curled in his shoes.

He was so going to be expelled for this one. After the first dozen offenses, you’d think they would have already confiscated his wand and tossed me out on his ass. They’d given him another chance and this was how he repaid that kindness.

He felt like a terrible person.

The lights turning on nearly startled the soul straight out of his body.

“Tommy?” a tired voice grumbled.

Shit.

“You’re sleepwalking again, Boo-boy,” he replied without tearing his eyes away from his page. The animal scolded him with a tiny squeak which was hardly as intimidating as it thought it was.

“I’m at least 98% sure I’m awake,” his roommate countered. Ranboo claimed the seat across from Tommy. “What’s with the mouse?”

“Hamster,” he amended.

“Why do you have a hamster? And are those Technbolade’s Grimoires? He’ll kill you if you finds out you took those.”

“I don’t think he will,” Tommy responded with a hysterical giggle.

Ranboo rested their face in their hand, leaning their elbow on the table boredly.

“Why not?”

The blonde boy must have stared at the little animal standing on the table a bit too long. Ranboo’s face nearly fell off their hand. Their mismatched eyes blew wide open.

“Tommy.”

“Yeah-huh?”

“Did you turn Technoblade into a hamster?”

Tommy chewed away at his bottom lip. He couldn’t even bring himself to reply verbally. He only nodded a shameful nod. The Syrian hamster looked very unamused as he slowly turned around to stare up at Ranboo. Their gaze darted between Tommy and the little critter standing before them.

“How-”

“I don’t know!” Tommy interjected, raking his fingers through his hair. “Techno and I got paired up for a project and he kept yelling at me so I told him to stop and then next thing you know, poof! He’s a hamster! I didn’t even say a spell! How could a spell happen if I didn’t say one?”

A warm weight rested on his shoulder. Ranboo offered him a careful smile.

“Sometimes wild magic is…well, wild. You don’t need to find a spell to turn a person into a hamster, just how to turn a hamster into a person.”

The young witch drew in a deep breath, slowly pulling his hands from his mess of golden locks. Ranboo was right. They always were. One of the many reasons Tommy absolutely despised them.

Ranboo slid one of the books off the pile and flipped the pages open. With a snap of their fingers, their gold-framed glasses materialized on the bridge of their nose. Prime, Tommy could only dream of having that sort of magical skill. They made it look so effortless.

They tied his black and white hair up in a tiny bun and got to reading. Tommy did the same, resuming his search through the grimoire. It didn’t make it any easier that he was still an amateur when it came to understanding standard witch language. He was relying mostly on pictures and the few words I could recognize. They weren’t even letters. Practically all symbols. It was beyond him how anyone could. Picture of a bottle? No. Picture of a tree? No. Picture of a quill? Probably not. Picture of an eye. N-

“Ow!” he hissed.

He groaned, grabbing yet another bandaid from the box on the table.

“Prime, Techno, I get that you’re pissed at me but chewing my fingers off isn’t helping,” Tommy scolded as he wrapped yet another bandage around his hand. It joined a collection of three others on his right hand and one on his left. One from the initial transformation, one from trying to pick him up, and two from the argument that ensued after Tommy dragged him back to his room.

The hamster chittered nonsense, scurrying onto the grimoire. He practically jumped up and down on the paper. Tommy squinted down at the wiggly text on the pages. Damn hieroglyphics.

“Oculi…magae?” he tried.

It was like a flashbang went off in the room. Tommy yelped in surprise, wiping away at his eyes as though that would somehow clear away the impossibly bright light. Fuck, was this his idea of revenge on Tommy? Blinding him? Seemed a bit extreme, if you asked him but then again, this was Technoblade he was talking about. Tommy had seen the guy hold a freshman at wand-point for scuffing his brother's shoes.

His sight cleared gradually as he blinked away the purple spots dancing around the edges of his vision.

Techno had returned to his spot on the table. Tommy shot him a tired glare that he returned with yet another one of his signature blank stares. Tommy's eyes dropped back down to the pages.

Eyes of the Witch.

This enchantment is used to temporarily grant a witch the ability to read any language as their own-

Oh. Oh.

Techno looked up at him expectantly. He wasn’t about to thank him, of course. He probably would have found it all on his own even without Techno's help.

“Are you okay?” Ranboo inquired.

“Fine,” Tommy muttered.

“Did it…work for you?” they reiterated.

Tommy sighed. What, were these two plotting against him to get Tommy to admit that Techno actually helped him?

“Yeah. I can actually read this stupid book now,” he ground out through gritted teeth. The words burned in his mouth. He was almost happy to spit them out.

Ranboo regarded Tommy with a complex expression. They exchanged an unreadable glance with Techno. The hamster nodded. Or, rather, performed the closest thing it could to a nod.

“What?” Tommy asked.

“Oh, no. Nothing,” Ranboo assured him. They weren’t very convincing but Tommy knew better than to call them out when they were basically a free extra set of eyes. It was a good thing his roommate had decided against pressing Ranboo, too.

If he'd discovered that the spell he'd just performed was next to impossible for someone at his level, Tommy would have probably gotten an even bigger head than he already had.

He continued to thumb his way through the pages. Though he hated to admit it, it was far easier to skim the pages now that the text was actually legible. He placed a book onto the stack of unhelpful grimoires on the floor before pulling another one off the unread pile.

Fauna Attraction

Levitation of the Body

Levitation of Others

Levitation of Objects

Blessings of the Bat

Vampiric Allure Deflection

Transmogrification of Humans

Getting warmer, at least.

Personification of a Beast

“Does a hamster qualify as a beast?” he inquired.

He flipped the book around for Ranboo to see, nearly launching Techno off the table in the process. It wouldn’t have been the first time that night.

His roommate squinted at the pages, slowly reading the page. He forgot that Ranboo couldn’t make out the words as easily as Tommy could. That meant Ranboo was translating every word as they went along. In which case, their pace was actually very impressive.

“Sounds about right. And if it’s not, it seems like the worst that’ll happen is nothing at all,” Ranboo announced with a shrug.

“Techno?” Tommy asked. The only confirmation he got was a tiny little bob of the hamster's head.

Tommy nodded, swallowing thickly as he snatched his wand from his side pocket. He gave it a skillful twirl around his fingers, definitely not almost dropping it in the process. He pointed the carved, metal rod at the tiny critter on the table. He only stared at the hamster a moment. His stance faltered.

"You're not gonna be a bitch once you're human again, are you?"

It was a good thing Tommy hadn't turned Techno into a phoenix. The glower he received in that moment alone would have reduced him to ash on the spot.

"Tommy-" Ranboo began.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Tommy scoffed, readjusting his casting stance. He drew in a deep breath, taking a good, long look at the open book. He gave the wand's grip a quick squeeze for luck. "Clavos rotundos, dentes adulant, pilum in cutem mutat, bestia hominem mutat!"

Sapphire light shot out of the wand in a beam. His feet slowly drifted along the floor, sneakers squealing against the hardwood as they struggled to find purchase. He braced his other hand against the wand in a desperate attempt to keep it steady. The hamster was no longer visible, swallowed whole by the blast of blue magic.

One minute, Tommy was standing. The next, he was on the floor, staring up at the burn marks on the ceiling. Ah, yes, his first time extracting fire from a minidragon. Good times. He slowly propped himself up with a groan, pressing a hand to the back of his aching head. He waited until the two Ranboo's standing at the table finally became one before daring to even attempt to stand up.

"Did it work?" he asked in a daze. He staggered about with all the grace of a drunken faun.

"Techno is...definitely human," Ranboo replied without turning around. Tommy didn't really like the way they said that.

The blonde slowly made his way over to his roommate.

"Well that's great. Move. I can't see anything over your tall ass."

Ranboo hesitated.

"Boo-boy?"

Finally, Ranboo stepped aside. Tommy froze. Technoblade glowered at him with the fury of a thousand suns.

"Tommy Innit," Technoblade began. He sounded like a mom about to give her unruly child the lecture of a lifetime after they drop a wallet into the garbage disposal to see what would happen (not that Tommy would know, of course. Just a funny, random example).

"Oh come on, big man. It's not that bad," Tommy tried. It was difficult to say if his words were meant to convince Technoblade or himself. "You've always been more of a grower than a shower."

Oddly enough, the six inch tall man standing on the table did not seem to find that very funny.

Not in the slightest.

[funnyao3]

“We’re not stealing,” Technoblade interjects.

“Mate, we’re pirates.”

“I’m not.”

“Techno, mate, you’re literally the captain of this ship.”

[amyelevenn]

muddy days

PAIRING; c!SBI x gn!reader

SUMMARY; request - platonic Technoblade, where he's trying to maybe give gardening lessons to everyone but someone (maybe Tommy/Wilbur/idk) start a mud fight? Just something fluffy and entertaining, I just enjoy reading about Techno trying to gives lessons of any kind 😁 Phil needs to go do some things, leaving Techno in charge of his siblings - one thing leads to another and a mud fight breaks out (ages: Techno & Wilbur - twins - 16, you - 9 (also called Clymene), Tommy - 7 (Also called Theseus))

WARNINGS; none

A/N; ahhhh adorable request !!! had fun writing this as I barely write fluff :))

1.3k words - M.LIST

The past week had been rain, rain, and you guessed it – more rain. Mother nature took no break, deciding it best to have it pour non-stop for 6 straight days. Some hours were heavier than others, yet it never varied past a light shower.

The weather was so bad that if it were human you would have no choice but to assume they were miserable.

Miserable. The perfect way Tommy and his siblings would describe this forecast. You were all sick and tired of being locked up inside, to the point where Wilbur got so antsy that he pulled his two younger siblings out with him to play in the rain. Yeah, it did result in a scolding from his father, but all three knew the short time outside was worth more than their money.

After yet another night of seemingly endless rain, dawn broke when the down pour finally eased. It drizzled for a little while longer, but came to a proper end by the time the sun was comfortably above the horizon.

Phil really wanted to take the chance to get out and do what he needed for supplies so his family could suffice, so that is exactly what he did. He was gone before his three youngest were awake, making a quick conversation with Techno to double check the hybrid remembered all of the household rules.

Techno was ecstatic that he would get to boss around his annoying siblings for the day, finally able to get the stuff he wanted done around the house. He knew that their home would look better than it ever had by the time Phil was back. (Because really, all he wanted was to make his dad proud.)

As the Minecraft kin awoke, Techno immediately informed them on what would be happening today – hastily promising it would be fun when he was met with three separates groans of distaste. You ate breakfast as per usual, then the hybrid sent you all off to do certain chores.

“Waaiitt,” Wilbur objected, “can’t we get dressed first? Surely you won’t deprive us of that.”

Techno shot him a glare, which his twin only shrugged off. “Fine,” he huffed, “but don’t wear anything good, we are going to do some gardening later.”

You and Tommy wailed in disapproval whilst Wilbur shook his head, clearly not happy with Phil’s decision.

the break for lunch came and passed sooner than any of you would’ve liked, and it wasn’t long after everyone had finished that Techno was dragging you all out the back door to start gardening. Once all eight gum boots had been slotted onto their respected feet, you raced Tommy down the stairs and to the shed. You were having a good day so far, so you let Tommy win. The smile on his face was much better than winning would’ve gotten you anyway.

As the mud squelches under foot, a brilliant idea forms in your head, and when you look up at Tommy, based on the glint in his eyes, you can tell he has the exact same idea.

The twins interrupt your ‘telepathic’ conversation with Tommy, scurrying into the shed to grab any necessary tools. The duo came back out, guiding you over to the veggie patch.

“Alright Theseus, Clymene, you two will plant whilst Wilby and I will weed,” Techno directed, ignoring the pointed scowl coming from his twin at the childish nickname.

“What are we planting Tech?” you ask.

“Uh- just some carrots and potatoes, nothing that exciting,” Wilbur interjects.

You and Tommy hum in approval, making quick work of grabbing the necessary seeds and running over to a separate veggie garden to be alone. As you hastily throw down your tools, Tommy looks up with the most wicked grin you had ever seen.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he smirks.

“That depends sir,” you giggle, attempting to hide your ever-growing smile. “Were you thinking about how fun mud can be to play with?”

“Yeah!”

“Good me too!”

The pair of you laugh, oblivious to the twins’ gaze on you. They could tell the two of you were up to no good, but were weirdly willing to let it all play out.

“Ok Toms I’ll move to the other side of the veggie patch so that way you can throw mud at me, but I will ‘accidentally’ duck so it hits Wilby in the face,” you snicker.

“Why do I have to throw?” Tommy whines.

“Why can’t you?”

“Techno likes you better so he won’t get mad if you do it.”

You think for a moment. “Good point. You move to the other side and I’ll throw okay?”

He nods, salutes, then crawls so he is opposite of you, his back turned to his brothers. You wait until Tommy is the only one with his eyes on you, then ready yourself.

“Get down,” you whisper, failing to contain your massive smile.

 “MUD FIGHT!!” you screech, gathering the biggest clump of mud that you could muster and piffing it at Wilbur’s head. Unfortunately your aim isn’t exactly perfectly accurate – so instead of hitting the twin you aimed for, you may have hit the other.

For a hot minute, everything froze. You thought for sure this was how you were going to die – Technoblade killing you for something you misdirected. Wilbur’s pupils were blown wide – as were Tommy’s – at what had happened, both clearly unsure of what Techno’s reaction would be.

“Tech?” you gulp, fear running rampant through your veins. “I- I didn’t mean to hit you I was aiming for Wilby I promise-”

Your sentence got cut short because a big, gooey chunk of mud landed straight in between your eyes.

“Bullseye,” Techno smirks, already prepping himself to make Tommy his next target. Wilbur seemed to have a similar idea, glancing at his twin before launching his attack.

Wilbur’s mud pie hit Tommy in the back of the head, causing him to turn around and then be struck on the nose by Techno’s.

Multitudes of laughter echoed around the garden at the youngest’s double whammy, joy spreading like a contagious disease. You and the gang felt better than you had in over a week.

Yet when you noticed how clean Wilby was looking, you didn’t bother to resist the urge to push him over and into the mud. Running as fast as you could, you grinned as his own smile faltered, quickly realising what he was in for.

You cackled as he scrambled to his feet, screaming oh so loud. “Noooooo Clymene I’m your favourite! You wouldn’t dare!”

“Yes I would!” you cheered, chasing him in circles around the veggie patches.

You could hear Tommy shrieking in glee as he did the same thing to Techno, antagonizing the elders with you.

Adrenaline flourished throughout all four siblings as the chase continued for a while, the two younger beginning to tire out. The twins knew it to be only fair for them to slow down, meeting eyes for only a second as if in mutually agreement to let the youngin’s best them.

Hope sparks in both yours and Tommy’s chests as your pursuit was coming to an end. For you, all you had to do was stick your leg out for Wilbur to trip on, falling and landing face first into the ground – now coated head to toe in mud.

Tommy, on the other hand, had a bit more trouble bringing down the piglin. So, after lending him a hand up, you and Wilby decided to help him out.

With his twin holding his hands behind his back, Techno was stuck, rendered useless. Tommy and you had a field day smushing mud onto his face, smearing it on his neck and arms.

Despite how grimy and gross the twins felt about being saturated in dirt, both knew the pure happiness that shone from Clymene and Theseus was well worth everything that had happened.

And although he claims it was a waste of time, to this day it remains one of Technoblade’s fondest childhood memories.

[desastre-fag]

I put a spell on you (and now you're mine) Chapter 8: Okay, a baby should not be able to look that angry

It’s morning again. Somehow. It’s morning again and Tommy is lying in a freshly built crib, wood painted a light blue. It’s morning again and he wished it wasn’t. 

‘I just want to go home. Even if Schlatt’s there.’ The last few days have been mentally exhausting, especially with his infant brain trying to comprehend his complex emotional states which have changed at the drop of a hat. 

“Phil, I can’t look after a baby!” The sound of voices arguing back and forth is muffled by the padded floor but can just be made out by the babe’s hyper aware senses. 

‘Waking up in unfamiliar places has got to stop.’ 

Shakily flipping onto his stomach, he listens closer to the argument. Both men involved sound irked, although one sounds distinctly more upset at what the other has to say. “What am I supposed to do, when the voices inevitably see him as a threat?” A stammering voice begins to interject before cutting themselves off with a deep sigh, filled with exhaustion.

“It’s a few hours, Tech.” He sounds exasperated in his rebuttal, as though he knows it won’t have an impact. “A few hours, and you can call if anything happens.” They’re on the verge of begging now. Tommy can almost visualise the scene in the following quiet, Technoblade reluctantly accepting the proposition with a sour face as Phil subtly celebrates his win. 

“When he wakes up he might be a bit fussy, just feed him and he should calm down.” Shuffling can be heard, probably Phil and Wilbur getting ready to leave, as well as stomping footsteps coming up the stairs. Two clicks follow, one from the front door and one from the door opposite the crib.

“Making me watch a baby, a literal child. I hate kids.” At the muttered words Tommy watches as a pale face peaks over the crib, pink hair falling into the baby’s face and tickling him, looking very uncomfortable. “Oh, you’re awake.” 

There’s a moment where nothing more is said, tense silence encasing the two as they stare at one another, studying and analysing what they can find. The tension reaches its peak as Techno reaches one of his scarred hands into the crib, making the babe back away as far as his chubby neck will allow him - which really isn’t that far. “Well, that’s just rude.” He advanced further and curled his fingers around a lock of Tommy’s golden curls, before letting it drop and grabbing the baby by his armpits. Said baby began to squirm, hoping it would deter the mountain of a man. 

“If I drop you, I will not be picking you up.” Immediately, the squirming stops and a calm babe seems to replace the once restless one. Seeing how he had settled, Technoblade situates the small child awkwardly against his chest and begins to navigate towards the staircase. It’s the first time Tommy has been able to see the hallway in daylight with no obstructions, and it seems homely, a little lived in due to the scratches and dents in the walls.

As the pink haired man begins to descend the stairs he feels a set of eyes on him, and so turns his neck downwards, becoming startled at the icy glare being sent his way.

‘Yeah, that’s right bastard, I'm looking at you.’ Tommy’s glare intensifies with his thoughts, harsh against his soft features.

“Okay, a baby should not be able to look that angry.” The older man mutters to himself as he turns into the kitchen, lowering the child into his high chair and buckling the straps. He stops as he straightens his back, hands lowering to his hips as he stares down at Theseus. “What am I supposed to feed you? I don’t think we have any baby food…” He trails off as he turns to glance at the cupboards and draws around the kitchen, although not making a move to open any. 

The slamming of tiny fists against plastic is what makes him spin around again, only to see the baby clearly expressing his frustration via destruction. ‘I’m fucking hungry man, come on. I’ve never had to wait this long - even back at the diner!’ As he raises his chubby fist once more, it’s grabbed on the downward swing and abruptly turned into his own mouth. In turn his baby brain tells his nervous system to chew on the offending limb.

“Why can’t you just be well behaved?” After a particularly long huff, he pulls a rough hand down his face in exasperation, pinching into the corners of his eyes as his nose scrunches. He gives himself a few seconds to collect himself, tuning many voices with no discernable origins back out, using a technique he developed many years ago. 

‘Well, excuse me for being a helpless baby that was also kidnapped . I’ll try to be a better victim next time.’ A few moments pass and the man is still strained, eyes shut tight and fingers gripping the top of his nose. Tommy notices this, along with his nostrils flaring in a non-discernable pattern, and becomes uncharacteristically concerned. 

'Uh… are you ok?’ He hesitantly reaches a short, chubby arm out towards the mountain of a man’s shoulder, however with his lack of bodily control ends up slapping it - as hard as an uncoordinated slap from a baby can be. Instantaneously, his tiny hand is shoved off and Technoblade spins with a fierce glare and frown set upon his face. 

Upon seeing the baby blues in front of him his gaze softens the slightest bit, before his walls rebuild themselves and his glare returns even stronger than before. He hasn’t even registered the fact he hears no voice but his own, for the first time in years . “Don’t touch me.” Tommy’s spine turns to ice as his arm snaps back into his chest, before looking elsewhere. 

He turns to the cupboards and shelves behind him, dismissing the child and pulling open a random cupboard - which turns out houses the plates and bowls - before slamming it closed in frustration. He huffs, opening the one next to it and pulling out a box of ready made oatmeal which he places gently on the counter. 

Sparks of golden magic flow from the tips of his fingers into the air, twirling and pulling along a pot and the kettle (boiled and ready). The pot is gracefully placed upon the hob, whilst the kettle is tilted by the golden sparks to allow boiling water to flow down into the pot. 

Meanwhile, Tommy is back to chewing his fingers with his gums, drool spilling onto the tray in front of him. He is completely zoned out, not even noticing when a child’s portion of oatmeal is placed on said tray, followed by a spoon held in front of his mouth. 

“Come on kid, I haven’t got all day.” Getting impatient, he pushes the spoon into the babe’s mouth, pulling it back and scraping it against his bottom lip to catch the spillage. The motions repeat for a few more minutes until Tommy notices a significant change to his own temperature, feeling it rise gradually to a spike, sweat dripping down his small forehead. When offered another spoonful he turns his head, rejecting it as the sickly feeling inside of him rears its head. 

“What now? Are you full?” Annoyance seeps through the man’s words as he tries and fails to feed the infant again and again. As he tries to turn the baby’s head he feels his fingers become wet with sweat and becomes confused, as well as slightly concerned. Turning his hand so his palm faces him, he places it upon Theseus’ forehead, yanking it away at the heat emitting from it. 

“What the…” He trails off, taking a closer look at the sweaty boy, flushed with a scrunched face and misty eyes, holding unshed tears. “Uhhhh…” After a brief pause he lifts Tommy by his armpits again and rushes up the stairs into his own bedroom, before walking into a corner and disappearing into his altar room. A spacious room, much more stable than Schlatt’s had been, littered in gold jewelleries and fineries. Jewels hang from the ceiling that hit the light just right for an iridescent cast to blanket the room. 

He lowers Tommy onto the small desk in the middle of the room, stuffing a blanket on either side of him so he doesn’t roll off, and summons his magic to pull various books from shelves and scatter them around the floor. He hesitates before also using it to open a drawer and carry vials of varying colours towards the desk, many hanging in the air awaiting use. 

Tommy is delirious by now, unable to comprehend where he is or who he’s with, nevermind what is happening to him - no matter how familiar the experience is. The room is spinning and nothing can stop it. Techno is only becoming more worried with every passing second that the babe’s temperature increases, frantically flipping pages and inspecting potion descriptions at the speed of light before throwing the useless ones away. 

A piercing wail echoes off of the walls, causing the pink haired man to turn all his attention back to the baby, who is now rolling around trying to move onto his back. Seeing the struggle he turns the babe over to try and offer the comfort he is clearly searching for, keeping his head turned to the side and rubbing his back soothingly.

“Please, I don’t know what’s wrong!” In order to try and reduce the heat coming from the babe he removes the top half of his onesie, spotting bruising along his shoulder blades towards the middle of his back. “Wait…” Before he can ponder any further another cry sounds from the infant, followed by a squirming shape beneath his skin, bulging and beginning to take form. Techno’s eyes follow the shape as it writhes, before breaking skin. 

Blood streams down from the incision steadily as white emerges from the cut, forming feathers as they reach out. The second shape bursts free, splattering red over the blankets and the man’s face. He reaches up to wipe away the blood and when his hand comes away, his sights are set on bright white wings , caked in blood and yet still beautiful and shimmering with the light. 

His hands come up shakily in awe, gently lowering to stroke just the tips of the smallest feathers, before reaching around and turning Tommy over. The babe is crashed out, snores echoing throughout the house with the exhaustion within him, and he doesn’t stir - even when Techno cradles him close to his chest, with his heart beating a mile a minute. He slowly slumps to the floor, back leaning against the desk behind him as he exhales a shaky breath, holding the infant close as if to protect him from non-existent danger.

[lonely-lost-soul]

Under the Floorboards pt. II

Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III

(Technoblade x reader)

Technoblade had told you to wait so that’s exactly what you planned on doing. You didn’t move from your spot by the door, even as Techno chased Tommy around his home. They were shouting the entire time arguing about things like whose house this was and how Tommy was a raccoon for stealing his stuff.

Eventually, the two settled down and all three of you sat by the fire, Techno stood awkwardly next to you before you patted the spot on the couch beside you. He looked relieved and sat by your side, Technoblade tentatively put a hand on your knee and squeezed it tenderly.

“I guess I owe you an explanation...for that thing.” He motioned to Tommy who made a baffled noise of protest, assumingly insulted by being referred to as a ‘thing.’

“Please.” You nodded at him and he looked at you with a downcast expression. Technoblade cleared his throat before taking a deep breath, he began to retell his tale for you. He started way back, like all the way back to when orphans killed his parents back. He talked about the voices and assured you that they never would tell him to hurt you, or anything of the sort. You frowned a little and reassured the half pigman that you didn’t assume that was the case and that you didn’t think any different of him because of the voices. If Tommy wasn’t in the room you think Techno might’ve gotten a little choked up, if his glassy eyes had anything to say about how he felt.

As he got deeper into the story he shared about the two fallings of L’manburg the first one under the dictatorship of a goatman named Schlatt, and the other due to their other ‘brother,’ Wilbur blowing it sky high. You were also informed Wilbur was still wandering the world as a ghost who was now dubbed Ghostbur.

Tommy would interrupt every so often and put his two sense into the story. Many of his interjections included how horrible your boyfriend was for betraying them so many times and how he only wanted chaos. He also made it very clear how utterly shocked he was that you’ve never heard of their country or it’s rich history.

Now, it was no shock to you that Technoblade hated the government. That was never a secret he tried to hide. He always made it very clear he had a distaste for them and their ideas, and overtime you couldn’t help but agree with him especially now, after hearing his story. Tommy seemed to grow increasingly uncomfortable as Technoblade talked about the festival; you watched the boy wither a little seeing how passionate Techno was about slaughtering all his friends. He talked a bit more in depth about Schlatts death, the ultimate betrayal by the revolutionary leader Wilbur, and how Technoblade was furious they would dare try to start a new form of government right in front of him. He looked like he had more to say about that part of the story but wasn’t to keen on sharing it with Tommy, you guessed he probably felt betrayed by the ones he considered friends. You would feel that way at least considering he was honest with them about his ideals from the very beginning of the war.

“Then I ran away to retire, and I met you.” Technoblade sighed, his shoulders sagging. “I never meant to...be with you romantically. A trade partner sure, I never thought I’d have the time for anything romantic. Didn’t even know I was capable but...god- I’m so glad I met you-“

“Simp!” Tommy shouted pointing an accusing finger at Techno who glared at him.

“Don’t you have a tower to build!”

“Is that permission I hear?” Tommy sang happily jumping up from his seat by the fire. Technoblade made an horrified face but you squeezed his hand that was on your knee. Almost as if to say let him go we need to talk, his eyes widened a little as he stared at you. He didn’t say anything as he watched Tommy run out the door with a wicked smile on his lips. Technoblade swallowed a little and grabbed your hand with both of his,

“He’s gonna ruin our real estate value Princess.” A wonky smile spread across his face as he did his best to crack a joke.

“As if we’d ever sell this place. It’s your retirement home old man.”

“Charming.”

You chuckled softly hiding a small smile behind your hand, and watched as a genuine one spread across his face as well. You lifted his callused knuckles to your lips and kissed them tenderly,

“Bubs…” Your voice was tender and adoring “I love you.” Techno’s entire face went cherry red, you both never uttered I love you’s before, you could tell he was having a crisis. You could only imagine what the voices were telling him to do or say.

Specifically: ‘SAY IT BACK, YOU’RE A SIMP, I LOVE YOU TOO, GOD THE CONFIDENCE,THAT’S SO HOT.’

Instead your lovely boyfriend went, “Ha. Cringe.”

The look you gave Technoblade was scathing. “Try again.” You growled your eyes narrowed into slits.

“I love you too. I mean obviously.” Technoblade cleared his throat pulling his hands away to awkwardly punch you in the shoulder. This time satisfied with his answer you moved forward and grabbed the chains of his cape pulling him close. You pressed your lips to his and he made a surprise noise before kissing you back, his hands fell on your lower back and he pulled you closer. You smiled into the kiss before pulling back and poking him on the nose, “oh also I was executed today.”

“YOU WERE WHAT!?” Technoblade flinched and shushed you with his finger.

“It’s okay, I’m alive see.” Your hand was placed on his chest in a matter of moments, you felt his heart beating steadily under your hand, “Technoblade never dies baby.~”

“I hate you. That ever happens again you call me. I’ll kill them for you.” You huffed holding his cheeks between your palms, he only nodded a love struck look falling across his face,

“You’re so cute when you talk about slaughtering our enemies.” He gave a chuckle brushing your hair behind your ear, your smile only widened. You kissed him again before you glanced out the window only to see Tommy trying to build the base of a cobblestone tower,

“So… Tommy huh? Is he staying with us?”

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah. I think so, he seems…lost and lonely.” You frowned, sadly biting your lower lip, “he’s my son now.” The face Technoblade made was priceless; it was a perfect mix of anger and disgust.

“Never say that in my presence ever again.”

“Fine, fine.” You turned to smile back at him, “anything else you need to share with me?” He looked thoughtful for a moment before standing on his own two feet, he held his hand out to you. You took it without hesitation and he pulled you too your feet, he kissed your cheek softly before grabbing a button out of his ender chest.

“First we have wrangle Tommy princess, think you can handle that?”

“Sure I can.” You smiled as you both walked outside, “HEY! Tommy come here for a minute!”

“Sure thing Ms Blade!” He shouted back loudly and Technoblade made a baffled sound that sounded like, ‘EHHH.’

“How come he listens to you!?”

“I guess he just likes me better.”

“Cringe.”

“Fuck off.” You scoffed as Tommy ran up to the both of you, “Techno has something else he’d like to share with us.” Tommy groaned loudly,

“Not more sharing.”

“It’s more like showing you something. You’re so ungrateful.” Technoblade hissed pulling Tommy along as you trailed a little ways behind them your sword bouncing on your hip. Eventually the three of you ended up in front of a stone wall, you and Tommy both looked a little confused.

“Bubs I love you but this is a wall.”

“BUBS.” Tommy wheezed and you shot him a look whacking him in the arm, as Technoblades face went bright red. “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” He cleared his throat “Do go on.”

Technoblade grumbled under his breath for a moment before clearing his throat and straightening his posture. His speech giving posture, is what you noticed. Tommy seemed to take it in an entirely different way though,

“You’re not gonna kill me are you?”

“What- no! Tommy if I was gonna kill you don’t you think I would’ve done it by now?” Techno scoffed placing the button on the wall, you tilted your head to the side curiously. He motioned to the button and Tommy looked at him hesitantly before pressing it, loud whirring was heard as the stone walls were pulled down from the mountain. You and Tommy’s jaws both dropped down onto the floor, Techno entered and grinned enthusiastically. “WELCOME HOME THESEUS!” He tossed his hands in the air with a dazzling flourish you ran inside the bunker and turned to smile at Tommy who was shrieking loudly behind you. Technoblade slung an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against him, he smiled down at you excitedly.

“This is going to be the start of a wonderful partnership.”

~~~

Thank you for reading! Lemme know your feedback and maybe I’ll do a pt. III??? 👀 Stay safe! ❤️

[ranboo5]

I don't have a funny caption for this

[ID: A series of pencil doodles on lined paper of Ranboo, Dream, and Technoblade (characters). Ranboo is an extremely tall, lanky enderman with floating bits of flesh detached from his face and a wide, jagged mouth, in a crown, cape, and interlocking armor; Dream is an object head in the form of an empty hoodie with floating blocks for hands and a floating orb with an unchanging smiley drawn on it; Technoblade is an anthropomorphic pig with visible tusks, small oval glasses, and a long, tied-back mane, visibly wearing earrings, a crown, and a furred cloak. Dream is also in spiky armor, and is much shorter than Ranboo.

In the first, Ranboo stands next to Dream, looking off-frame participating in/contributing to a conversation; his speech bubble says “Actually I think th” before being interrupted by Dream’s saying “NO ONE CARES.” In the second, Ranboo’s turned to be looking down at Dream, scowling, as Dream says “Techno should have left you on that street corner where he found you”; Ranboo replies, in cursive, “I would say the same for you.” A speech bubble from out of frame says “Guys.”

In the third, Technoblade is looking at a map, expression tired, as he says “Guys stop fightin’. I’m not leavin Ranboo on the street corner.” In the fourth, Dream is looking up and gesturing matter-of-factly, saying “Exactly. Thank you Techn-” then cuts himself off, and in the fifth continues “wait what about me” as Ranboo, again in cursive, interjects “yeah what about you”, to which Dream says “shut up.” In the sixth Technoblade, still looking at the map, is grinning lamely and reiterating “...I’m not leavin��� Ranboo on the street corner,”; in the seventh Ranboo is looking down at Dream, grinning smugly in an approximation of the >:3 emoticon, which is complicated greatly by his wide, jagged mouth. Dream swivels to look at him and rants “stop laughing stop laughing right n-- stop trying to do the >:3 face you can’t do the >:3 face you’re ugly you’re ugly stop it”]

[ramzawrites]

can I request one where on doomsday dream techno Phil and y/n team up. like this team is super op cuz they’re all good at pvp.

RAMZA I WANNA SAY I LOVE YOUR WRITING YOU ARE VERY POG. STAY HYDRATED EAT WELL AND SLEEO WELL!!!

Reader Joins Team Doomsday

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Technoblade, Philza, Dream, Quackity, Ponk, Tubbo, (mentioned Tommy)

Warnings: fighting, mention of death (non descriptive), falling (non descriptive), cursing

Series: a request by a nice anon 💙

Summary: Dream and Technoblade just teamed up in front of almost whole L’Manberg which was a catrastrophic outcome in of itself but when Dream exteneded his invite for teaming up also to Y/N? The L’Manberg people knew they were absolutely screwed.

Words count: 3930

Authors Note: Thank you for the request!! 💙 Also thank you for the nice words!!! I hope you are doing well! Please make sure to stay hydrated and that you rest as well! Thank you pog anon!!

„Listen, we will blow up L’Manberg this time tomorrow!” Dream yelled out. His voice echoing through the ruin that used to be the Community House. All while he was surrounded by a handful of people decked out in armor brandishing their weapons.

Techno stood close by him. A sick grin on his face while he held his infamous rocket launcher between his hands. No surprise there that he would immediately jump on the idea of blowing up this government, especially after they went out of their way trying to kill him while he was in retirement.

A few people let out shocked gasps or surprised exclamations as Dream announced this. Knowing that Dream was a hundred percent serious with this, as well as Techno. Those two were a dangerous combination. A deadly even.

So when Dream moved his head upwards to look at Y/N who seemed to stoically stare at the happenings and calmly asked “Won’t you join us, Y/N?” Everyone’s worry spiked even more.

Y/N scoffed and slammed the end of the trident they were holding onto the small bit of solid ground they were standing on “You already know my answer, Dream.”

While Techno seemed to be a bit confused for a few seconds he appeared to make the connection. Those two have talked about this beforehand.

The others didn’t seem to understand though.

“Y/N? You are joining them?” Tubbo sounded downright hurt.

In that moment Quackity chimed in as well “You are betraying us?”

The grip on Y/N’s trident strengthened “You bet I will! You guys never treated me like one of yours! All I was good for was to get you better gear or play body guard! Hell, at some point you guys basically imprisoned me only to let me out to train you on how to fight Techno! One of my dear friends! How does this surprise you?”

People were already panicked and scared but this was the disaster scenario. There were only three people on this server known for being amazing fighters and all three of them just banded together to destroy their home and possibly kill them all.

Before anyone could retort Dream clapped loudly in his hands to pull everyone’s attention back on himself “We gave you the warning, that’s all. See you all tomorrow.”

With that Dream used an Ederpearl to flee. Y/N followed him suit, having all of this planned out beforehand. Though this also meant they awkwardly left Techno behind but he should be fine. After all he was the Technoblade and as everybody knew Technoblade never dies.

Once the two were far enough away Dream turned to Y/N “Thanks. I appreciate what you are doing. Wouldn’t want to fight against you.”

Y/N laughed “Neither do I. They already looked so scared with your team up with Techno but after you pulled me in they really looked like sheets of paper. It was… interesting to see. Either way I should be the one thanking you. You are giving me a chance for revenge.”

They continued to move towards a snowy tundra. Dream taking the lead since Y/N has been stuck in L’Manberg in the last few months. They wore netherite armor but it was unenchanted. Given to them by the butcher army after they told them of their plan to kill Dream.

The original plan was that Y/N would join them later and make sure that they will be alright. Playing a bodyguard for them once again. Normally they would have used the given armor and weapons as soon as they got it to flee but Dream has met them before this even happened. Hatching out a plan together so in the end this gear was an added bonus that gave extra protection while they fled with Dream.

“Why are we here?”

“Well we gotta prepare.” Dream answered as if that would answer Y/N’s question sufficiently.

While Y/N didn’t exactly truly trust Dream, mostly due to the fact they trusted no one, they didn’t feel the need to ask him to elaborate and instead continued to follow him dutiful. He had something planned and they had to follow him no matter what.

Where else could they go? Their only home was in L’Manberg even if it was more of a prison.

Dream was an enigma to them. Y/N had fought with the man a few times and it was always incredibly tiring every time which was something new for them.

Both Dream and Techno were physical strong, though Y/N suspected that Techno was a bit stronger simply because of his Piglin side.

Techno was a master at preparing and using everything to his disposal and if he didn’t have it he wasn’t scared to spend a ludicrous amount of time to gather these items. He was like a true juggernaut. People called him the Blood God for a reason after all.

Dream was more versatile. Of course he did plan things beforehand but he was better at acting during the situation. If the situation changed you can bet that he was already three moves ahead and noticed things around him he can use for his advantage. Now combine this with the knowledge he had about the world and he seemed almost unstoppable.

Just like Dream and Techno they too were physical strong which came naturally over the years but they relied more on their speed. Being a master at dodging blows and abusing peoples weak spots before they even realize they had any.

Now that they teamed up Y/N could understand how the people begun to fret. Alone the three were a force to be reckoned with but together it wasn’t hard to imagine that they could level a whole city or a nation in this specific case.

“Here, we arrived.” Dream almost whispered. His porcelain mask hiding his satisfied smile as he spotted Techno talking with Philza inside what looked like a nether wart farm. Probably telling him about what just happened and how Tommy betrayed him.

Philza waved towards the two new arrivals “Hello Dream and Y/N.”

Surprised Techno turned around.

“What? We have to plan this somehow even a little bit. This is a bit bigger than just winging it.” Dream explained.

Techno stepped out of the farm and dug his finger into Dream’s shoulder “I have a bone to pick with you two.” He made sure to throw his frown towards Y/N as well as he said that “You just left me! You left me alone surrounded by like thirty people!”

Dream slowly pushed Techno’s hand away from him “And yet here you stand alive and well.”

“No thanks to you!”

“Boy, am I glad to finally meet my old friend Technoblade after being imprisoned inside my own home.” Y/N interjected, already having heard enough of their bickering.

Philza sharply sucked in some air “Yeah, I know what that feels like.”

Techno sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose “Don’t get me even started on you. They started a government right in front of us, you helped me build the Wither’s that destroyed them and yet you still stayed.”

“Oh, Techno you know very well what happened! They managed to catch me when I made sure to keep them off your back as you fled! Besides it gave me time to find out more about their structure and what was happening! I couldn’t know we wouldn’t need it in the end since Dream himself appeared to join our cause in this instance!”

Dream was calm and collected before but now he seemed almost apalled that Y/N would throw such an accusation against him “What?! Now it’s my fault?!”

Phil made his way towards the arguing warriors and made sure to stand in between them, they wouldn’t fight, not yet at least, the fight wasn’t heated enough for that but he needed to get their attention off each other “Okay, I think that is enough. You only have so much time to plan Doomsday.”

“You are right Phil, of course. Well then I have to show both Dream and Y/N something.” Techno seemed to have calmed down and made his way towards his home. Dream followed him and Y/N was about to follow him as well but Philza stopped them by laying his hand on their shoulder.

“Are you okay? You basically have been locked up by the L’Manbergians longer than me”

Y/N smiled softly “Besides missing my old gear? I am alright. Really. But thanks for asking.”

This seemed to be answer enough since he let his hand fall back to his side and instead concentrated on Techno who came running out of his house again with a button in his hand. Dream closely following and confused. Y/N assumed he was confused by his body language but it was hard to tell with his mask.

“Please follow me.”

So the group did as he ran around the corner towards a mountain range. All the while complaining to Chat, the voices in his head, that they had wants for completely unrelated things.

He placed the button down and pressed it. With the loud sounds of pistons moving a flat stone wall begun retracting giving away to a room with wither skulls on the back of the room. Soul Sand structures decorating the room as well as  a few chests and what looked like the start of a netherite armor set.

“What!?” Dream exclaimed in his typical fashion running into the hidden place to get a better look at the Wither skulls.

While Y/N was certainly impressed by this something felt off about this. Technically those were a ton of Wither skulls since they are incredibly hard to get by but it didn’t feel enough for Techno but Y/N chose to hold their thoughts to themself.

“As you can see we have enough for a few Withers and combined with, you mentioned raining down TnT?”

“Yeah, Yeah I did. A machine that will literally rain down TnT on the nation.”

“Yeah, combined with that and our fighting power we shouldn’t have a problem destroying L’Manberg.”

Y/N stretched “Okay, we got the gist of the plan I guess but I want a proper one. How will this go down exactly?”

The next day Y/N woke up early. More out of habit than need. They put on their freshly enchanted netherite armor and grabbed their new weapons as well. A netherite sword, crossbow and trident. Techno was already up, probably way before them. He was meticulous when it comes to preparing for fights after all.

As Y/N climbed down the ladder to get to the main level of Techno’s house they found him looking through a chest.

“Morning Techno and thanks for the makeshift bed and letting me sleep over.”

“Seeing as you are currently homeless I didn’t really have a choice and besides it makes it easier to meet up. Even though mister green Teletubby thought otherwise.” He grumbled “By the way there are some baked potatoes inside the furnace. Feel free to grab some.”

Y/N nodded and moved towards the furnace grabbing their breakfast. Potatoes, how typical.

The next few hours was spent by Techno, Philza and Y/N brewing potions as well as warming up. They got into their armor and made sure all of their equipment was working.

Now imagine their surprise while all of them were deep in their preparations and Dream appeared a good hour or so too early.

“Dream? Already here?” Y/N asked him.

He laughed “What? Already sick of me? I’m joking but there is a small change in plans. Let’s get going. Now.”

In the last part the tone in his voice changed from happy to serious which gave Y/N a bit of whiplash with how fast he could apparently change his emotions.

Technoblade pivoted his head to the side “Why already? Did something happen?”

Thankfully Dream shook his head “No, but let’s catch them off guard. If we go now they will surely be surprised.”

“Huh. He has a point.” Philza noted.

So the small group, they begun calling themselves Team Doomsday, started making their way towards L’Manberg but not without first getting Techno’s Hound Army. It was a bit stressful to get through the Nether with them but in the end they managed to reach the Community Nether Portal which led them close to the nation.

“I’m getting ready for the TnT, you all three get into the city and begin doing your thing. Techno as soon as you give me the signal I will spawn Withers and start the machine.” Dream ranted off resulting in Y/N rolling their eyes.

“Dream we were there when we planned this all.”

“Right.” And with that he vanished.

Technoblade turned to Philza “And you stay out of danger. Just spawn some Withers and by Ender stay out of danger. Call for us if anyone gets too close to you.”

This was Philza’s time to roll his eyes “Mate, I know. I’ll be fine!”

He most likely would. Philza was some apparently immortal being after all that still somehow only had one life. It was confusing but Y/N didn’t want to ask since Philza himself seemed to be very secretive about his nature.

With that Philza made sure to stay far away from Techno and Y/N. Still watching them but from a safe distance, holding onto the bag with the extra Wither skulls from Techno.

Together Y/N and Techno ran into the city with the wolves. As soon as Techno spotted Tubbo he immediately ordered his hounds to attack but didn’t attack himself immediately. He needed Tubbo to call the others so this thing could really start. After all, all of them had to get what’s due for them.

And indeed it didn’t take long for Quackity and the others to appear.

“Shit, it’s both Y/N and Techno!”

“Where is Dream!”

“No, idea!”

“We are so fucked!”

The people were scrambling, trying to protect their home but every time they got too close to Techno or Y/N the hounds would throw themselves at them. It was almost ironic how when Sapnap appeared the fight really begun.

“Techno I’ll deal with the people! I think it’s time for our secret weapon!” Y/N yelled over the chaos as they kicked Quackity away.

Between the L’Manbergian party Sapnap and Punz were definitely the biggest problem but as it looked like Punz barely participated. Sapnap was a definite surprise so Y/N wanted to deal with him if they get the chance. Test their mettle against him and maybe find out what moved him to work against Dream so readily.

“Got you!” Techno answered, showing that he heard them.

He got out his rocket launcher and shot a few rounds into the air, giving Dream and Phil both the sign. When Techno himself also got out some soul sand the others understood what was happening and tried their best to reach the Pig Hybrid.

Unfortunately for them the hound army and Y/N stopped them dead in their track.

Y/N had no problem running from person to person to either deflect their attack or kick them away from Techno as he built his little contraption. Two Withers already begun flying towards the middle of the nation. This broke up the group and a few decided to dedicate their fighting prowess to ensure that the Withers wouldn’t cause too much damage.

To that suddenly red TnT blocks suddenly begun raining down from the sky. A manic laughing Dream standing on top of an obsidian structure.

While the people scrambled to not die to the Withers, the dogs or the explosions, Team Doomsday, minus Phil, saw their chance to properly get into the fights.

Y/N didn’t spend any time waiting and immediately jumped in front of Sapnap’s way brandishing their sword. A smirk on their face.

Sapnap looked determined but worry still managed to crack through his expression. He locked his eyes with theirs and moved in heaving his sword up in order to strike them.

But Y/N stayed calm. They took a step forward and practically flowed around him, dodging his attack as they slammed down the sword at his side. It made contact with his armor but as it slid down the metal it managed to hit an exposed part of his arm.

Hissing Sapnap tried hitting them with a sweeping move towards their direction. Y/N used their sword to redirect his weapons movement away from them.

“Your reaction time is good! Too bad I’m better.” Y/N mused as they went back in to attack him.

They attacked him again, giving him a false sense as he tried to block their incoming attack only for them to move around again and kick him in the back of his knee. His leg buckled and crashed down into the dirt. Without any mercy Y/N kicked him again in his leg using the extra strength they had due to the strength potions.

“Fuck!” Sapnap cried out and put his hand inside a brown bag on his side, getting out an Enderpearl and throwing it away. He soon followed and disappeared as well.

“Oh no! You get back here! I haven’t even had the chance to ask you what the hell you think you are doing!”

But Sapnap didn’t hear them. He was too busy dodging attacks from a Wither.

“Y/N!” It was Phil calling out to them. As Y/N looked to where his voice came from they noticed both Ponk and Quackity coming closer to him. They knew he probably could deal with them but still. He was on his last life after all. Extra caution was warranted.

Y/N angled their own Enderpearl towards the blonde brit. Originally planned to be used to follow Sapnap but Phil was more important right now.

The wind got knocked out of their lungs as they landed in front of Phil. The sound of metal hitting each other rung out. A sword hitting Y/N’s armored back.

For a second Phil looked surprised only to jump back to his serious expression as he managed to see Y/N’s smile. He immediately got out a splash potion and threw it at himself and Y/N. They immediately noticed their strength returning. A healing potion. He got another one which seemed to be a strength potion, prolonging the effect that was already on them.

Thankful for the small pit stop Y/N turned around while he was busy throwing the strength potions, looking Quackity right in his face.

Quackity looked pretty confident before but now he was white as snow. Ponk put his second hand on the hilt of the sword. His sword was the one that clattered down on Y/N only to get parried by their armor.

“You betrayed us! Y/N! Do you really wanna do this?” Quackity tried to appeal to them.

Y/N sneered “How does this surprise you still? How? How does this not get in your head? You imprisoned me and made me work against my will against one of my only friends? How does this not enter your thick skull?”

They moved their arm up and brought it down on Quackity. It didn’t surprise them that he managed to parry it with his own but Y/N doubled down pressing down on the blade with their own. Effectively locking him into this position.

Obviously Ponk saw his chance and tried attacking Y/N who was preoccupied with the Vice President but Philza was still there. He just had to extend his trident and managed to interlock Ponk’s blade between the forks of his weapons.

“Phil!” Weirdly enough he seemed to be surprised by that.

“You were about to attack me! Don’t sound so shocked!”

Y/N pushed even harder on Quackity, forcing him to take a step back, getting dangerously close to the edge of the crater that the TNT is still in the progress of making.

“You are just as bad as Techno. Just as bad as Dream.” He spat. Still trying to work against Y/N’s strength.

“From what I saw in my time in this L’Manberg I very much prefer that. At least they treat me like a human person and not just as a weapon to be used!”

With that Y/N musted up the rest of their strength and pushed even harder down. Forcing out a yell as they pushed him one last time. Quackity not having enough strength to hold out anymore had to take another step only to find that there was no ground anymore. He slipped and fell down into the crater.

Not wasting any time Y/N spun towards Ponk who was clashing his sword against Philza’s shield. He was a good enough fighter but it still looked pathetic. He was too desperate.

Y/N used the adrenaline of arguing with Quackity to run and throw their whole body into Ponk. Making him stumble and fall down onto the ground.

Pointing their sword at his throat “I’m sorry Ponk. I respect you for standing up to your ideals but here is the end of the road today for you. Maybe next time you will have a better chance.”

His eyes widened and a weak protest left his mouth but Y/N ignored it. Pushing their sword down, killing him. His body dissolving into golden dust. He was returning to his bed and respawning.

Phil looked at his worn out shield “You okay, Y/N?”

They laughed dryly “I should ask you that. I am fine. I am holding my own out here, how are you?”

“I’m luckily good as well. Thanks for helping me, Y/N.”

It was sad to think about how they never got a proper thanks from the L’Manberg people. It was expected that they helped them.

Y/N nodded “Always.”

They wanted to jump back into the fight but suddenly Dream stood next to them. Looking over the crater.

The opposing party was scattered. Now more dealing with injuries than the fights. Only one Wither left flying around. The crater reached bedrock and yet the explosions still rang.

“I think it’s time we go. This nation is done for.” He spoke.

Techno joined the party. He looked like he was doing alright. His armor obviously scratched up but he was doing alright.

“I say we seemed to be successful.” He noted.

Dream put his hand on Y/N’s shoulder “I saw you fight. Did you know that a few people did a wide berth around you? Avoiding you at all cost?”

Y/N raised one of their eyebrows as they stared at Dream’s masked face. His head directed straight ahead as he observed Tommy who helped Tubbo with one of his injuries he acquired when he protected him from one of Techno’s rockets.

A few seconds passed in silence but then he turned his head towards Y/N “They are scared of you. Proof of your strength. Do with that knowledge what you will but I thought I should tell you since it was interesting to watch from above.”

“Let’s get going. If we wait long enough for them to recuperate then we might still have a problem since we are getting low on potions as well.” Techno spoke in a calm voice.

Truly. For Tommy, Tubbo, for all of the people who tried to protect L’Manberg. The team up of Dream, Techno, Philza and Y/N was their biggest nightmare that just came to fruition.

They knew they didn’t have a chance and yet they had to try. Had to try to protect their home like they always did but it was a vain effort. Who would have enough power to fight against warrior gods?

[juliasjustanidiot]

��𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗲𝗻 | c!technoblade

the scent of estrogen - c!technoblade x reader

synopsis: trying to tell technoblade that you’re pregnant is much harder than it seems. especially when he’s already got a great big deal of stress of his back.

no pronouns mentioned, suggests female.

tw: pregnancy, vomit, uhhhh that’s it?

wc: 1.3K

you gazed at your partner with a big grin, watching as he looked through all of his chests, restocking his potions and fed his emotional support polar bear, steve. ecstatic, you couldn’t wait to tell him the big news that you had for him. being out in the middle of a tundra biome, not a lot of stuff happened, so when stuff as big as this comes up, you get giddy.

“what?” techno said rather gruffly, turning around slightly as he noticed your staring. his tone wiped the grin right off your face, a sinking feeling residing in your stomach.

“never mind,” you look away defeated. he sighed and went back to his work of brewing potions. 

being shut down immediately before you could get a word out hurt. it stripped any excitement you had. but you then remembered the news again and can’t help yourself but start smiling all goofily. surely he’d be just as excited as you. 

you subtly glanced over at techno, checking to see if he was still busy. there he sat, crushing up some blaze rods and sprinkling the powder in the strange purple liquid. 

you were surprised he hadn’t caught on already. i mean surely he can tell something is up right? doesn’t the extra estrogen give off some sort of pregnancy scent? you thought, contemplating when you were going to pop out the big news.

he turned again to get a look at you, seeing your smile again.“what? why do you keep looking at me like that?” techno responded to the staring after he caught your glance again, seeming even more agitated. your smile was snatched once again, now was not the time to tell him the one thing that might change his life forever.

“god, keep your panties on,” you said in a bitter tone, matching his own. “i was just going to…uh….let you know that… we need more potatoes! yes! we’ve run low and i want to cook something with potatoes, so i’m going to go get some,” you made up with your oh so creative mind.

“we have a whole sack full-”

“love you! bye!” you said, interjecting while giving him a kiss on the cheek and made a beeline for the door. you let out a sigh as you closed the door and headed off for what was assumed to be a trip to get potatoes. 

you had to tell him at some point, but how? it’s not like it was planned or anything. it wasn’t even clear that he wanted a baby. all of these doubts and worries crowded your head as you headed out, walking a little ways away from the cabin making your way to the potato farm.

your feelings were all mixing around inside of you like you were a pot of soup thanks to all the hormones pumping through your veins. all of those feelings made you queasy but you kept going because you had nothing better unless you wanted to stare at your boyfriend and hope that he could sense your big secret. 

on your journey, you noticed someone was already there. it was phil. you hadn’t exactly planned on telling anyone else yet. you decided to head back home and avoid conversation for now, but then he started calling out to you. “damnit,” you said under your breath as you turned to him with the biggest neighborly smile you could force. “hey, phil!” you forced out, “it’s so nice to see you!”

“what brings you here?” he said, coming over. you noticed he had his armor on along with his satchel. he held a pickaxe in hand which told you he had just gone mining. “i’m on a scavenger hunt, actually, phil. supposedly, my long lost father’s netherite collection that he left for me in scavenger hunt format. it will essentially make me the richest person in the land.”

“really?” phil said with a hint of interest.

“no, i’m here to pick potatoes, genius,” you said, over this social interaction. you just wanted to pick your potatoes and leave, after all you were still feeling a bit sick. maybe it was the fact that techno seemed all angry and annoyed at you, or maybe it was the actual pregnancy itself.

“funny, you’re really funny,” he said ironically, picking the biggest potato in front of him and tossed it up and down as you began to get a little sweaty in the cold cold tundra. “are you okay? you look pale,” he mentioned while turning his head slightly, examining your face. right then and there all of your breakfast escaped from your mouth onto the dirt and a couple of unfortunate potatoes.

“holy jesus, that tasted like crap,” you wheezed out while you wiped your mouth with your hand, feeling absolutely awful.

“geez, okay, what are you, pregnant?” he joked, rushing over to you and placing a comforting hand on your back. you stare at him wide-eyed and intense. he could definitely smell the pregnancy hormones. you could see his face drop in awe after he saw the pure anxiety on yours. “oh god, y/n, are you pregnant?!” he let out a small wail.

“yes, so shut up and get me some water and a place to sit down before i lose another meal,” you ordered him, still feeling extremely ill. morning sickness is a bitch.

you both walked over to phil’s cabin, across from techno’s, and he found you a seat on an old chair and went to go and get a bottle of water. you sat, zoned out, still trying to get over the fact that someone knew before you got to tell your baby daddy that he is a baby daddy. rubbing your fingers on your temples, you mentally pulled yourself together and prepared to practically be on a talk show where all your personal life gets leaked out into the open.

phil walked in with a big glass filled with water. before he could even open his mouth, you blurted, “i know you have questions, so i’m just going to give you all the facts i have. techno is the father and he does not know yet.” phil handed you the water and you gulped it down slow enough not to get sick but fast enough to satisfy your dried out mouth.

“do you plan on telling him?” he asked genuinely curious. you were slightly offended by this question considering how much phil knows you love techno.

“of course i do, he was just in a terrible mood. i wasn’t going to give him the biggest news of his life if he’s distracted. we both know why he’s in that state of mind,” you answered, remembering back to him telling you about quackity’s recent visit. techno was to go to the prison to visit dream. you had a terrible feeling about it, but techno was actually considering it. 

why would he trust quackity? the dude literally brought an army to capture techno and almost executed him had dream not stepped in. he would’ve lost one canon life and you were not going to have that happen again to your husband. you told him your worries and the piglin hybrid said he would take them into consideration.

“i know this is none of my business, but i would tell him. you shouldn’t have to go through this alone because life is ticking him off. raise your standards,” he suggested to you. phil’s words were actually quite comforting. there is no reason you should be puking in potato fields for him. he should be holding your hair back and putting ice packs to your forehead.

“thanks, phil,” you said as you moved away and grabbed a sack that was lying on the ground. quickly you picked some potatoes and headed home. at this point, the sickness had passed, and now you were feeling a little delayed rage. 

you swung the door open to the home you and your boyfriend shared for quite some time now and walked over to where techno was still messing around with potions. he looks over at you, but before he could say anything you slammed the sack filled with potatoes on the chest.

“i’m pregnant.”

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written by @faithajo24​ & edited by me.

taglist: @aiyncel @etheriaaly

[redorich]

Hello! Can we get a little something for the hermit canyon AU? I was thinking something Karl centered, maybe they accidentally find his library or otherwise find out about his "travels". They're probably invisible for the whole thing, but do they do anything afterwards? Do they leave little notes and reminders? Would they try to help at all? Or would they push it to the back of their minds and try to forget about it?

Unlike most discoveries made by Hermits, Joe does not find a secret location on a normal surface run. When Etho found the Pogtopia ravine, it was a mystery to him, unsettling and vivid. When Grian found Technoblade's snowy cabin, it was on complete accident, just because Grian needed to explore, to get out of the canyon for a few hours.

When Joe exits the canyon, as he rarely does, he makes a beeline for Karl's library. Time is... not something Joe concerns himself with, but he prefers to constrict himself to the linear travel of the fourth dimension nowadays-- if such a thing as "nowadays" can be said to exist when tangling with time.

Where was he? Ah, yes. He moves quickly, because he dislikes spending more time away from Xisuma's side than absolutely necessary, even if the admin has been having a run of good health days and there are twenty-two other Hermits to attend to the admin in an emergency. He doesn't bother with invisibility, or walking, or other mundane things. Joe simply hovers in the air, flying toward his destination and perhaps fiddling with the tick speed just a little, just enough to get him there faster.

There's a residual feeling of familiarity, like a relationship with an ex-girlfriend which has long since turned sour, near the canyon. There's a whisper there of magic, of gleaming white spires, but all Joe can see is red.

"It's a shame, what they did to this library," Joe mutters with a tsk. Posters of hazy LSD-esque drawings of various time periods and locations line the walls, molding away as red vines climb on them, devour them.

He shrugs. Might as well move on; nothing of value remains here.

To the south is a place Etho has visited only briefly and in passing: Kinoko Kingdom. It's a hotspot of activity at times, and a ghost town at others. Etho didn't even know the name of the place until Puffy reported it. Joe doesn't care. For all that Etho likes to present himself as a cryptid, scaring poor innocent wood-dwelling folk who are just looking for a big fuzzy triclopean spouse, Joe is the one with experience as a cryptid. Let them see him. What are they going to say, "I saw Herobrine"?

He touches down, finally, in front of another library made from mushrooms and wood. Allowing his eyes to flash white for a moment so that he can ferret out the building's secret room, he is both disappointed and unsurprised to see it empty of life. Karl Jacobs, resident time traveller, is not there.

Joe closes his eyes. He doesn't want to have to do this. For decades, there was a place he called home, a place he built from the ground up. It was a place in between life and death, and so he called it the Inbetween.

He opens his eyes, and he is there. It's like walking down a street you've been down a hundred thousand times before; even with your eyes closed, you know where you're going. There are no longer dozens of imperfect copies of himself running around, brainless and waiting to be culled like lambs to the slaughter in order to fuel an affront against nature. Now, there are many iterations of Karl, all wandering aimlessly... save one.

The only version of Karl wearing color stands in an open-air corridor near the courtyard. Even from a distance, Joe can see his chest rise and fall far too rapidly for him to actually be getting any air. (Joe sees everything here, where his eyes are white and cannot be anything but white.)

"Why am I here?" Karl babbles to himself. "I haven't time-travelled-- or did I already forget?"

"You didn't forget," Joe reassures him. It does not have the intended effect.

Karl screams, turning around so quickly that he falls on his ass. He scoots away like a crab missing a leg, scrambling for some distance. "Your eyes--!"

"Come closer," Joe says. "I won't hurt you."

"You're Herobrine!"

Joe exhales slowly. "I was Herobrine. What I am is the only person who can help you."

Karl warily clambers to his feet. None of the other Karls dressed in white pay the two men any mind. "What do you mean?"

"You've got yourself stuck in a dimensional loop of Homestuck proportions, Karl," Joe says. "So did I, when I built this place. It took me decades to figure out how to get out of it, and I knew what I was doing. You don't have that."

"Am I stuck here forever, then?" Karl says mournfully. He waves a hand at the carefree automatons wearing his face. "Will I become one of them?"

Joe takes a few slow steps closer, keeping his hands where the stressed-out time traveller can see them. "I'll take care of things on this end. You won't ever have to come back here again."

Karl sags in relief like a marionette with its strings cut.

"Does the name Eret mean anything to you?" Joe asks. It's a name he's heard from Puffy's lips once or twice, and if her information holds true, things could get much easier.

Karl blinks. "Uh... Yeah? What about them?"

Joe continues. "Dark hair, tall, white eyes like mine?"

"I've never seen Eret without their sunglasses, but I guess, yeah," Karl replies. Of all the things he would have expected Herobrine to ask about, Eret isn't one of them.

"Imagine what Eret looks like," Joe suggests. "Think real hard about them. Imagine them here, in the Inbetween, right in front of us."

Karl has no idea why Herobrine wants him to daydream about Eret (even if their voice is very nice), but if the man is pulling his leg, well-- it's fucking Herobrine, he can do what he wants.

Speaking of that nice voice, Karl hears the voice in question scream out of nowhere. Karl flinches away from the sudden loud noise, before his eyes catch up to his brain and he realizes that he just magicked Eret into existence in the Inbetween.

"What the fuck," Eret says. "H-Herobrine, uh, long time no s-see..?"

"Sorry about that time I kinda tortured you," Herobrine says brightly. "I'm nicer now."

"I doubt--" Eret begins caustically, then remembers exactly who they're talking to and shuts their mouth. "...Why is everything so dark?"

"Take off your sunglasses," Herobrine suggests.

Eret grimaces, but obeys. This place is practically humming with magic, so they just know they're going to get blinded by it the moment they remove their glasses, but they remember what happened last time they pissed Herobrine off.

Wincing, they remove the sunglasses, expecting pain and receiving... nothing. The glint of light on quartz is a bit uncomfortable, but that's a normal human uncomfortable that Eret hasn't experienced since they were a teenager.

Herobrine smacks them on the forehead with his palm. "I take back what I said about 'living with this power for the rest of your life', and all that," he says. "You can turn 'em off now. I'd recommend not turning those eyes back on, though-- at least, not here. It's a little bright, magic-wise."

Eret gapes. All these years, they feared the day they'd meet this powerful man again, imagined what they'd say as they cursed his name or begged his forgiveness... and here he is, giving them exactly what they desperately hoped for but knew they'd never receive simply because he's 'nicer now'.

"Herobrine," Eret says, "why have you done this?"

"Call me Joe," Herobrine says.

Karl interjects, "Joe mama," under his breath. It is with the utmost shock on Eret's behalf that Karl does not in fact get immediately smited into oblivion, merely smacked on the forehead.

"Now you won't forget," Herobrine-- Joe says. "Anyway, I have shenanigans to be up to back in the canyon, so I'll send y'all back now. Those red vines are bad news, and so is their egg, so y'all better take care of that, please. It's really messing your server up."

Karl blanches. "The canyon?"

"Oh, look at the time. Have fun, be safe, bye," Joe says with affected mild disinterest.

Both Karl and Eret have so much to say, so many questions to ask, but they fade away before they get the chance.

[iamthemain-character]

storybook beginnings

author!technoblade AU

includes Philza Minecraft, Wilbur Soot, and Tommyinnit. (Nikki is also occasionally mentioned.)

Based off of the original post by @happycattail

MCYT Masterlist

Techno Blade took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes; writers’ block was killer, and not even the croissants could help him come up with a singular original idea. It had been like this for weeks, every day he would come to Nikki’s cafè, every day he would open his laptop to “get work done” just to end up eating his weight in baked goods. Nikki seemed to take pity on the poor writer, so she often brought him the results of her new recipes for a taste test. His comments were always positive, but also surprisingly constructive. The pink-haired woman pretended not to notice the blank, open document on the screen, or the way the man would type a few words, only to smash his keyboard and delete it all again. This went on for a while in the sleepy cafè, until some strangers shook up the monotony.

Three men entered Nikki’s shop one rainy Wednesday afternoon, and after hanging their jackets on the coat rack, they sat at the table diagonal from Techno’s. Techno had developed a habit of analyzing small details— it helped with creating characters— and did so now to the three newcomers.

The first man was shorter than the other two, but by his demeanor appeared to be older. He settled into a chair, carefully picking up the small paper menu and examining it. Occasionally he interjected in the conversation, but most of the time he remained quiet and stared out the window. His gaze remained consistently upwards, as if he could see straight through the dark clouds and be in the upper atmosphere himself. The wistful look on his complexion couldn’t be missed, but Techno also took note at how fondly he looked at his companions, as if he was proud of them.

The second man to undergo Techno’s scrutiny was the tallest man, a curly brunet who wore a yellow sweater and a beanie. A guitar case was slung across his back, and he always was moving a body part. Whether it was his fingers, foot, or head, they would move in time to music only he could hear. He talked to the third man the most, often laughing at something he said. He kept an eye on the elder man, but most of his attention seemed split between the conversation at hand and some musical idea in his head. Eventually he leaned back in the booth he sat in and pulled out the guitar, softly plucking at the strings and occasionally scribbling on a napkin.

The final man Techno noticed wasn’t really a man at all; he appeared to be a young boy who couldn’t be any older than 17. He seemed to have twice the energy his friend’s did, often starting his sentence loudly before becoming quiet again. Still, every once in a while a laugh would burst forth from him and disturb the silence. The other men would hush him, but the smile on their face showed how they found the blond boy amusing.

They stayed in the café for about an hour, but as the rain let up they paid and left. Without the new distraction, Techno went back to trying to write, but he found himself thinking of the trio he had just witnessed. They were a strange group, and something about them had been like a fresh breeze to the writer’s brain. Refreshed and renewed, Techno left the shop as well, feeling that nothing would be the same again.

And it wasn’t; every day after that, the three people came again and again. They always happened to come in a little after Techno Blade did, and left just before he did as well. They sat at the same table every day, and even Nikki came to know their orders. The short blond would order a coffee, the tall brunet would order a tea and a croissant, and then the young blond would change every single day, determined to try every single pastry the small shop offered. They also seemed to remain relatively the same; the eldest always watching the skies, the musician always humming something to himself, and even the young boy wore the same shirt. He had variations of color, sometimes wearing yellow or green, but for the most part that plain red and white shirt seemed almost glued to his skin.

Every day during the hour the trio was there, Techno didn’t even attempt to work. They were fascinating to him, and part of him wished that he could join them. His life was a lonely one, and he craved the camaraderie they shared. But Techno was a very socially anxious soul, so he remained at his lonely table and resorted to watching them at a distance.

About a week and half after the three men had started coming, Techno Blade made contact with them. If was an accident; he had to come to the café late since he had a doctor’s appointment. He was looking down at his phone as he walked through the door, only to crash into someone. His bag went flying out of his hand and everything spilled out across the floor. Looking up, Techno realized that he had crashed into the brunet musician.

“Oh, I’m so so sorry.” His British accent was clear as day, but Techno had noticed all three had accents long ago.

“It’s okay, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Techno managed to mumble out, very uncomfortable with the amount of interaction he’d had today.

Both he and the brunet crouched down at the same time, and together they picked up the dropped contents of Techno’s bag. The eldest man walked away from the counter just as they were finishing, and he walked over to give a hand.

“Oi, Will, what did you do?”

“I just wasn’t looking were I was going and crashed into this good fellow here. Sorry about that again.”

Techno was about to respond when the young boy came up behind them.

“Phil, Wilbur, what is taking y- oh, hello! How do?”

Techno just tensely smiled, the blonde child’s bright personality a strong contrast to his. He was already very uncomfortable trying to speak to these strangers he’d been observing, but another part of him was grateful to finally speak to them.

The tall brunet, Will, or Wilbur, spoke to Techno again. “I’m so sorry about that again, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, well you have a great day.” He nodded and walked out the door, pulling the child with him. “Come on Tommy, let’s go before we make another scene.”

The one named Phil smiled at Techno and went after his companions, leaving the latter slightly stunned. He stood there for a moment, but while he was still his mind was a alive. It was like learning their names had awakened something inside the writer’s mind, and suddenly creativity was breaking forth and flowing constantly.

Not even taking time to order, Techno rushed to his table. He couldn’t get his laptop to open fast enough, and once it booted up his fingers went flying over the keys. He worked tirelessly, staying until the café closed; even then, he only took a break as he went home, but then it was straight back to writing. He occasionally slept for a couple hours, but then another idea would come and he’d be back to typing.

This went on for a few days, and while the trio didn’t stop coming, Techno could hardly tear his eyes away from his screen. If it weren’t for Nikki, he’d probably have stopped eating all together, but she knew how to get him to eat. She was honestly happy to see one of her favorite regulars finally get over his writing block, but she also kept him well fed so he didn’t get sick.

Finally, it was finished. This work was easily one of Techno’s favorite; a story of adventure and danger, hopes, dreams, and fears, but most importantly, a story about a found family. The story was about a man who was a bird-human hybrid, who had beautiful, large black wings that helped him soar high above the clouds. The sky was his realm, and no matter what weather he was there.

When he did return to the ground, he was greeted by his friends who had become like sons to him. A tall, soft spoken brunet who could make music as easily as he could speak. Every time he strummed his guitar, whatever he sang of came to life, a shimmering, glowing illusion that followed the man’s every word. He was close with his father figure, often singing songs that made a story to entertain him at night.

Both the winged man and the musician were very fond of the youngest son, a blond boy who’s voice could wreak mighty havoc. When at full power, it had the ability to crumble mountains, or move bodies of water. He was learning to use his gift for good through his family, and in turn he became fiercely protective of his father and brother.

There was one more person, however, that completed this group. An immortal pig-human hybrid, a dear old friend to the bird hybrid. His strength was the stuff of legends, but really he wanted a peaceful life of a farmer. He was gifted with producing potatoes, and the three other men gladly welcomed him into their home and life.

All four men got along well and learned to balance each other. Their peace was soon disturbed, however, as monsters from a demonic underworld infested their world. Together they learned to use their combined strengths to overcome the demons and return peace to their realm.

Techno’s heart and soul went into the story, and the minute he held the first printed out pages, he cried. After months and months of writer’s block, three complete and total strangers had helped him out of his rut and create something Techno had no idea he was capable of creating. They had inspired him, and now he felt like he could do anything.

Maybe it was the euphoria Techno Blade was riding on, but as he came and got his drink and croissant to-go (he had a meeting with his editor), he looked at the table his inspirations sat at. The paper copy laid in his shoulder bag, but for some reason it felt like it burned against his hip. Deep down, something whispered to Techno that the three men deserved to read what he had written. After all, it was, in essence, about them.

In a quick spurt of courage, Techno laid the clipped together pages on the table. Quickly writing a note, he left it there and walked out before he could change his mind. As Techno crossed the street, he saw the trio approach the café. Looking ahead, he tried to ignore the racing thoughts that harassed him, making him wonder if he did the right thing.

Techno didn’t have to wait very long; the day after that fateful day, all three men walked into the café while Techno was there. He was concentrated on his laptop in front of him, glasses slipping down his nose as he made the edits his editor had suggested before they took it to the publisher. It wasn’t until he heard the scrape of a chair against tile that he looked up.

“Mind if we sit here?” The one named Wilbur had his hand on the chair across from Techno, unsure if he was welcomed.

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

Wilbur sat down, and suddenly Tommy and Phil got up from their table and sat around Techno. All four of them sort of awkwardly stared at each other for a while.

“So did you write that story about us, uh, Techno Blade?”

Tommy’s loud voice sounded in Techno’s ear, seeing as he was sat right next to him.

“Well, yes, I did. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Don’t mind? Mate, that was absolutely brilliant. I was just blown away.” The one named Phil practically gushed, and hearing the praise instantly made Techno smile.

“We all loved the story. We couldn’t stop reading it all of yesterday.” Wilbur’s eyes looked straight into Techno’s, and he offered a genuine grin. “We so badly have wanted to talk to you, but we were afraid we would disturb your work.”

Techno let out a short laugh. “Well, truthfully, I haven’t been doing any work. I have major writer’s block; well, had.” Techno stroked the manuscript in front of him. “You all really inspired me to write again.”

“Wait, we inspired you? We really are the heroes!”

Everyone laughed at Tommy’s response, and they all stared chatting, eagerly talking about their favorite bits and asking Techno lots of questions about himself. The writer smiled to himself, and as he interacted with these men, he felt his usual feelings of anxiety slip away. It was like all four really were meant to belong together.

Maybe there would be a sequel.