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wandaslittlelove · 1 year ago

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Destined - Part 0

Warnings: Cheating, mentions of death

The rain poured as I stared out the window. It had been almost two weeks since I had seen Wanda and about a month since my sister had sacrificed herself for a stone.

When I came back from the blip it felt like seconds had passed but really it had been five years. In those five years my sister was alone. Grieving my loss. Then when I came back and found out she was gone I was grieving hers. It seemed as if neither of us could ever get a happy ending.

Being devastated by the loss my immediate thought was Wanda. Was she okay? Where is she? But I knew it all had to wait for after the battle against Thanos. I saw Wanda many times on the battlefield and tried to go to her but each time she would move away from me.

After the battle I sat in front of Tony Stark. The many who had been like another sibling to me for years. He was gone. I held Peter's crying figures in my arms that day as he cried for his mentor. Yet another family member had been taken from both of us.

Tony’s funeral is the last time I’ve seen Wanda. The last time I held her in my arms and the last time I was held in hers. I was told she stole Vision's body and had taken over a town called Westview to create her Perfect family.

I was devastated at hearing this. First my sister dies, then Tony, and now Wanda has run off with the corpse of a man she had always reassured me she never liked.

So I moved. I stayed in the compound as I couldn’t bring myself to leave. Natasha's room had become a safe haven along with the gray tabby.. A little gray tabby that enjoyed cuddles. Cinder was her name and she was the one thing that was currently keeping me grounded.

That was until Wanda came bursting through my front door with rain dripping down her body. A Pained expression on her face as she held her side. We both said nothing as I moved to quickly inspect her injury and when I saw it was just a couple of bruised ribs I let out a sigh of relief.

She was the one that talked first. She told me of Westview and how a woman named Agatha Harkness came for her magic and that's how she got the bruises. She told me of her boys, Tommy and Billy, and how they were the perfect kids. I listened silently as my ex Fiance told me all about the fantasy life she had created with a Robot. And I said nothing as she told me that she missed me. Nothing as she told me why she did it. And once again Nothing as she told me of the countless nights she spent with the man I had always been insecure about.

“So I just came to say that it would work out better if you stopped loving me. I’ve done so many things to hurt you. I cheated on you for two years. So please forget me.”

“So I'm not allowed to love you anymore?” I asked with my head turned away from wanda. Ever since Westview was created and she chose vision instead of me we had been arguing non stop.

“That's not what I'm saying!” I look at Wanda with a stone face not wanting to show her how much she's hurting me.

“Really? Because I believe the words ‘it would work out better if you stopped loving me’ mean that.” Wanda looks at me annoyed before she speaks

“I'm just saying it would be easier”

“For who? Me or you” the silence from wanda is all the information I need. With a scoff I pick up my bag before walking to the front door.

“Knowing that you chose a robot over your fiance really says a lot about you Wanda. You created a whole life with someone you had claimed to barely know while I was grieving the death of my sister. And when it all came crashing down you run back to me. I don't want that. I don't want you. I stopped loving you as soon as you ran into his arms” as i exited the place that had once been my home the tears had finally started to fall. Although they weren't out of sadness.

I was free. Finally free…or that's what I thought 4 months ago.

Until suddenly Wanda was trying to kill a child for her magic. Until Dr. Strange came to my door asking for help. And Until I found out our destinies would forever be linked.

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frontproofmedia · 8 months ago

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Jake Paul vs. Mike Perry Preview and Prediction

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Published: July 04, 2024

Jake Paul vs. Mike Perry will take place on July 20 at the Amalie Arena in Tampa, FL

On July 20 at the Amalie Arena in Tampa, FL, the boxing world's most controversial and divisive figure, Jake "The Problem Child" Paul, makes a highly-anticipated return to the squared circle in what is set to be his most significant box office bout since his clash with Nate Diaz in August 2023.

In an eight-round cruiserweight fight, Paul will face former mixed martial artist and undefeated Bare Knuckler boxer Platinum Mike Perry. The bare-knuckler fighter is undefeated in the world of bare-knuckle boxing and has scored significant stoppages over former world-class MMA fighters and champions such as Thiago Alves, Eddie Alvarez, and Luke Rockhold.

Perry's career in MMA wasn't spectacular, holding a 14-8 record. However, in the UFC, he won Performance of the Night twice in 2017, scoring knockouts with a knee and an elbow. He also participated in back-to-back Fight of the Night in 2019 with a 1-1 record. Of Perry's 14 wins in MMA, eight came by knockout, and he has only lost once by stoppage and once by submission. The majority of his losses were by decision.

Compared to some of Paul's former opponents with a background in MMA, Perry isn't on the downside of his career or way past his prime. The Bare Knuckle Fighting Championship (BKFC) King of Violence champion is on the best run of his career and will pose a massive threat to Paul.

"Jake Paul claims he fears no man, but on Saturday, July 20, the world will see the truth: he just made the worst mistake of his life in trying to get through me before Iron Mike," stated Mike Perry. "I'm going to make it look easy on Saturday July 20, and I'm going to teach Jake Paul the most he's ever learned about fighting."

After the gigantic fight with Mike Tyson was delayed due to the former heavyweight champion's health concerns, Paul could have chosen to wait until November to fight again. Instead, he's decided to stay active and face a live opponent with proven knockout power.

"When Paul vs. Tyson was rescheduled, I knew immediately that I wanted to still fight on Saturday, July 20, said Paul. Now, as I prepare for my fight against Iron Mike, there's no better opponent for me than Mike Perry.

"He's a proven knockout artist who has shown to be a maniac in and out of the ring. This is the perfect experience for me to gain in advance of facing Mike Tyson. But getting that experience comes with risk. Those who know me know I'm a risk taker, and while 'Platinum' Perry might try to end me, I'm Titanium Jake Paul, and I fear no man.

"I'm going to get the W and give everyone a preview of what I'm bringing to the ring against Mike Tyson. Tune in on DAZN PPV as I return to Tampa and send 'Platinum' Perry the Platypus back to bare-knuckle for good."

Paul has a seemingly neverending well of detractors. Yet, over the last year, he has worked his way from being admonished to tolerated to slightly celebrated by hardcore boxing enthusiasts. Paul's work with Most Valuable Promotions, putting on events that highlight prospects, and his work in women's boxing, specifically with Amanda Serrano, have shown fans that he is taking the sport for more than a payday.

Following Paul's win over MMA legend Anderson Silva in 2022, there was a demand for him to take on true professionally ranked boxers rather than MMA fighters who were dangerous but past their prime.

Paul took that chance in Saudi Arabia against Tommy Fury in 2023 and lost a split decision in a fight where he dropped his opponent in the eighth and final round. Afterward, Paul largely dominated another MMA legend, the always-popular Nate Diaz, in another event-focused fight. But since then, Paul has taken it upon himself to face off against what would be considered authentic professionally ranked boxers.

In Paul's previous two bouts, he scored emphatic first-round knockouts over Andre August and, most recently, Ryan Bourland in Puerto Rico. Neither fighter was elite, but those wins for Paul ended the notion that any professional boxer at any level could handle the social media mogul.

Betting Odds

According to DraftKings, the current odds favor Paul. He is a -275 favorite over Perry, who is a +210 underdog at this time. As the fight draws nearer, the odds could change as more fans become familiar with Perry.

Prediction:

Paul and his team have been thorough and intelligent in how they have moved his career. They have been careful in choosing who to fight and, more importantly, when to fight them. Perry will come to fight, and his aggression could surprise Paul, leading to a knockdown or the divisive social media star being hurt. But in Paul's team choosing Perry as an opponent and a mega fight with Tyson signed and on the horizon, the former Disney star has likely picked up on weaknesses he can exploit.

While Perry has momentum from winning all his bare-knuckle boxing fights, he has only fought once in a professional boxing match and lost via fourth-round knockout in 2015.

Look for Paul to score another highlight-reel knockout in Tampa against Mike Perry within the first half of what should be an exciting, action-filled fight.

Prediction:

Jake Paul via knockout.

#HF #Jake Paul #Mike Perry #MVP #Most Valuable Promotions #Tampa

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eddieblrs · 9 months ago

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okay but bucktommy who are both single dads of little girls

buck who gets to work one day to discover that some girl he dated a while ago came by the fire house to relinquish a little baby girl who she claims is buck's. buck who knows from the minute he holds her for the first time that she is his daughter, even if the dna result comes back negative he's never giving her up, she's his. but now has to learn how to balance life as a single dad of a baby and a firefighter. chim and hen try to help and offer as much advice as possible but they always had their wives' help and don't really know how to, and eddie also tries his best but turns out he actually really doesn't know how to take care of a baby at all and although he can empathise with buck's struggle he really doesn't have much advice. and then one day bobby tells him that he should call up tommy kinard, he used to be a firefighter at the 118 before he transferred to harbour and he also became a single dad not long after, he might be able to help

and buck is desperate so he calls tommy and meets the guy at a park and turns out he's really fucking perfect. he's kind and sweet and hot and he's a pilot and he's got those muscles but also smiles with his whole face and scrunches his nose in the most adorable way. and his daughter is a riot, she's one of those six year olds that can look at you once and know your deepest and most obscure insecurities and know how to exploit it in that mean way only children can but turns out she actually really likes buck and his little baby girl so she only bullies him a little bit but otherwise seems to like him being around. tommy helps him figure out child care and how to best use his parental leave. when buck mentions he has been using his niece's old stuff because it was all very sudden and he didn't have time to prepare he helps him choose a crib and a new pram and set up a makeshift nursery in buck's living room until he can find a new place

tommy becomes buck's support system and he's there when he feels inadequate or that he's failing his little girl by wanting to keep being a firefighter and leaving her for days at a time while he's on shift. when buck finally signs a lease in a different apartment more appropriate for a child he and eddie help him move (buck is only momentarily jealous about how well and how quickly tommy and eddie get along). he sometimes drops by with his daughter just to drop off groceries when he knows buck hasn't been able to go to the store but he just got off a 36 hour shift and all he wants to do is cuddle with his baby girl and buck repays him by setting playdates between baby kinard and mara and jeeyun because he knows she's had a hard time making friends.

slowly but surely the kinards become part of the 118 family and a presence in buck's life until one day he has the realisation, standing in the middle of tommy's kitchen making breakfast for both girls one year into knowing each other, that this is what he wants for the rest of his life. he wants this little family with tommy and their girls, wants to move in here so he can kiss baby kinard good morning every day and also kiss her dad silly and doesn't want to wait any longer. he thinks tommy might feel the same way so when tommy comes to the kitchen after his shower and asks what's for breakfast buck just kisses him like he didn't realise he's wanted to do for the past year and of course tommy kisses back. they date for three whole months before they elope. they already know this is what they want forever to look like and they've been a family for a year, it's only the kissing that's new, so they might as well pull the plug on it.

having thoughts about girl dads bucktommy but as per usual i will only be able to verbalise them at 2am when no one's here

#i need to stop having thoughts and need to start writing the things i already said i was gonna write goddamnit #also not naming the kids because otherwise I'll get attached and i cannot keep getting ideas for things i don't have the time to write #as always if this sparks joy you have blanket permission to take it as a prompt and write about it 🫶#tv:911 #ship:bucktommy #//hayden #//mine

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evita-shelby · 3 years ago

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Hi !

Can you do one where tommy has an affair and falls in love with a very suductive and manipulative reader ?

@l1-l4 did one similar "devil is a woman" and its SO GOOD , like ...art siriously you need to read it

Dont feel pressured to write anything , thank you 🙂

Oh i love her fics, especially the one where Grace’s sister has an affair with Tommy.

I was going to make this set in like season 6, but them I'd have to write about Ruby, and he cheats on Lizzy in canon already, so this oneshot takes place in season 3 to make the reader way more evil lol

Venus

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If you asked anyone, especially his insipid Irish wife, you’ll hear how Thomas Shelby never cheats.

That things between the two of you were over when she came back fat with his bastard.

If anyone asked his driver, the maid who washed his clothes and Polly, especially Polly who knew him better than anyone else, you’ll hear about the woman he loves who looks like Venus herself.

You met him as a nude model posing for Churchill, you had fucked him with your eyes as he agreed to kill whoever Churchill asked him to kill.

That led to drinks at his pub, a day at the races, a week shopping and fucking in London and all while you remained the chaste widow of some rich old man who died trying to consummate your week-long marriage. People even thought you were still a virgin waiting for her handsome nouveau riche boyfriend to make a move.

You were no angel, you were a demon straight from hell. And the world was just so blind to the fangs you hide beneath your pretty lipstick.

Even Tommy forgot how wicked you were until you unleashed hell after he fucked up with Grace.

Grace Shelby had one boy lost to her forever and a loveless marriage behind closed doors. You made sure everyone and their dog knew it on both sides of the Atlantic.

He married her out of duty, he hadn’t even touched in the two years he made her wait for the wedding he never wanted.

You see, she had assumed Tommy was the daddy, but when the dates didn’t add up, you tearfully told darling Clive’s bereaved mummy how Grace had claimed the little blonde cherub was the product of an affair with your boyfriend because she had never loved sweet, sweet Clive.

Her late husband’s parents had issued an ultimatum that same day, forget Thomas Shelby or forget Clive Junior. They were powerful, Clive’s mum was born a Vanderbilt and his paternal grandmother an Astor, even here no one would dare fuck with them.

But she chose a man over her own child, something no person rich or poor would ever forgive thanks to those tips you gave the tabloids.

You’d never liked Grace, not when you knew her from finishing school nor when the two of you had your court presentations together. You came to loathe her when you discovered your beloved Thomas had fucked her in the same sofa he had said he loved you.

But you still loved him, and he loved you, so you forgave him after punishing him for two years.

Your idiot lover had gotten the marriage license already when he believed the bun in the oven to be his and because of that General Curran had threatened to throw him and his family into prison if he didn’t marry his stupid niece.

You didn’t forgive him for his sins until you showed up at his wedding wearing white and stole the show.

You didn’t care about driving attention to yourself , you feigned innocence and said you assumed that because the bride wore such a garish shade of purple you were free to wear white.

Can you ever forgive me, Y/N? He had asked so sweetly as you led him to the master bedroom that bitch had no idea you decorated.

If she knew that everything had been done by you for you, she’d run for the hills.

You’d kill to see her destroyed, but revenge takes time, something your viper of a mother had taught you well.

He loved you, he felt alive when he was with you, and you knew he wasn’t lying as the two of you fucked on his marriage bed to prove it.

Grace is only here until I can get rid of her, he said when the two of you removed any trace of your affair and returned to the party downstairs.

“Doesn’t Mrs. Shelby look stunning?” your ‘friend’ asked another lady as Grace entered her gala looking like she wanted to cry.

Tommy had used Section D to get his divorce, a divorce that had hit Grace like a missile this morning.

"Pretty and ornamental like a statue.” You heard her companion titter. No one liked Mrs. Shelby, in fact no one cared about her. "A statue that should've been left in the attic, if you ask me."

Not her family, not her husband, not her so called friends. Society hated her, especially when ‘someone’ discovered a story about sweet and innocent romance she had destroyed like the wicked bitch everyone thinks she is.

The guests were only here because you shared the charity with her just as much as you shared the man who funded it.

They came as a favor to you, you who was so sweet and kind and would never abandon a child you bore for a man who didn't love you.

If Grace knew about it, she’d die.

You made a mental note to send an invitation for your wedding in Paris next month.

February 14, a Valentine’s Day wedding for two star-crossed lovers in the most romantic city in the world.

Tommy was yours, heart, soul and body. She could have his name and money for now, but even that would be taken away from her in a heartbeat.

You'll be generous of course, give her some cash and have her return to Northern Ireland where she'll die in obscurity like she deserved. It's not like you'll ever need your late husband’s country home now that you have Arrow House.

“I heard from the housekeeper that he had every trace of her removed today.” Polly gave you a knowing look. She hated Grace for what she did in 1919. “Apparently this is the last time she is appearing in society as his wife.”

“Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.” You quoted like the saintly women you pretend to be.

#thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby x fem!reader #thomas shelby x fem!reader #reader is evil af

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smelted-applejuice · 4 years ago

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His Weakness.

Paring(s); c!Technoblade x Reader Pronouns; she/her Desc; [YourName] has always and will forever be The Blade’s weakness. Here’s their story. TW; Voices, Pregnancy, threatening of life/animals

Requests are open!! -

[YourName] and Technoblade met years prior before Techno was known as a bloodthirsty killer, before the voices decided blood was their calm down cure, [YourName] knew the real Techno. The soft-spoken, nerdy, loving Techno. She was beyond lucky to come across him when they both were younger.

Even if it was a complete accident, she had bumped into Techno while looking for some berries for her mother. [YourName] was seven, Technoblade was seven, it was just faith! She was the only child within her village, so finding someone so close in age made her want to befriend them even more! [YourName] abandoned her basket and rushed over to the child.

Techno was currently watching his father fly around, observing the area to build their ‘forever home’. This would be Technoblade’s third ‘forever home’ that Phil had built for them, but each time Phil has gotten on the wrong side of the wrong person and their house would be in flames. He was tired of moving, the itching feeling in his head was getting ever so slightly worse. He wanted it to stop, but it seemed like there was no time in the world for Philza to care for it, for now, he’ll focus on how his new ‘Forever Home’ would look like. Techno heard rustling in the bushes behind him, so he tore his eyes away from the sky and looked over. A little girl with a messy dress, stained with dirt and gravel, and slightly neat hair had popped out of the bush. “Hello!” The girl greeted Techno glanced around, trying to figure out if she was truly speaking to him, “Hallo..” he replied watching the child approach him with no fear. When people see him, they see Piglin, this child must not know what a piglin is quite yet- but he felt happy. “I like your hair, it's pretty! And your ears are so cool!” [YourName] complemented with a bright smile, Techno blushed and shook his head trying to avoid eye contact. “I uh... I like your.. Dress?” Techno replied he didn’t have a lot of social interaction with other children so he didn’t know exactly how to reply to a child. [YourName] smiled, “Thank you! My momma made it. What are you doing out here? Where are your parents?” she asked inching closer so she could stand next to Techno. Techno shrugged, “My father is flying around, he’s trying to see where to build our next home.” he hummed watching the little girl closely. She cooed, “That’s so cool! He can fly?! He’s a hybrid! That’s cool, that means so are you! What are you? A pig?” [YourName] asked wanting more information on the mysterious child. “Oh, no, I’m a piglin... So you’re close” He mumbled, [YourName] nodded humming slightly before remembering something, “Oh! Oh! My name is [YourName].” she introduced with a bright smile. Technoblade blanked out, making sure he remembered the girl’s name, “My father calls me Technoblade, call me Techno though..” he replied. The girl’s bright smile made him chuckle, just giving his name brightened her mood and that was a new fuzzy feeling placed into his chest. Techno and [YourName] began to mess around within the grassy area and soon Phil had landed. Phil looked around with panic, he was a young father and fathering a seven-year-old, and could barely keep up with both his son and the many bad apples he’s managed to come across. Phil smiled softly, sighing out in relief when he realized Techno was simply being a child. “Techno!” Philza called out making his way over to the two children, “Random child, hello.” Phil greeted getting to the children’s level. [YourName] looked over to Techno who nodded, claiming Philza was safe. “Hi!” [YourName] greeted, “I’m [YourName].” she giggled making Philza nod looking over to his son. “She’s a... Friend.” Techno said, smiling at his words making Philza smile himself. “Well then, it’s getting late, and I saw a village close by- you might want to head back home,” Phil suggested making the little girl whine- she didn’t want to leave her friend! Phil shook his head, “No worries, I’ll make sure you see Techno again, now c’mon.” he hummed to the child offering his hands to the children and returning [YourName] to her home. This time, Philza did his best not to cause trouble this time. Techno seemed to settle fast, faster than Phil has ever seen him do so. It was all because of [YourName], the little girl about a twenty-minute walk away, who made Techno feel like a child and gave him a childhood with happy memories of exploring the woods with a friend. [YourName] and Techno were best friends and it amazed him when he saw how hard Philza was fighting to remain at that home, and he made sure to thank his father for that. Years would go by and Philza had found himself taking in two more children, both were normal humans, who would be named Wilbur Soot and Tomathy, Wilbur and Tommy for short. [YourName] was there for each child, and each time [YourName] was there to comfort Techno. She jokingly told Techno that since he was the only hybrid within the children cluster-- he would be Philza’s favorite. She didn’t know how true her words would end up being. By age fifteen, [YourName] and Techno developed feelings. Now, neither one of them was shy around each other, so they didn’t tip-toe around their feelings for long. They were smart, knew each other’s mannerisms, and most importantly the voices creeping inside of Techno’s head were fond of [YourName]. The itch in his head ended up not being an itch but his thoughts gaining voices of their own, and despite that [YourName] remained around and wanted to help out as much as possible. After returning home for a trip with Philza, he washed up and would wait until morning for [YourName] to stop by for breakfast. Even when he wasn’t here, she would come by and check on Wilbur and Tommy hoping to get them to eat breakfast with her. He waited outside for a few hours before [YourName] had come from down the hell a soft chuckle. “Techno!” [YourName] squealed with joy. Techno looked up from his scarred hands and cracked a smirk, “Oh I missed you!” the girl said placing her breakfast basket down and bringing him in for a hug. Techno and [YourName] chuckled, squeezing each other in a hug. They stayed there for longer now, Philza had taken Techno out for longer than usual and it had affected both teenagers. [YourName] sighed in content and pulled away from Techno, but gently moved her hands over to cup his face. “I was worried this time..” [YourName] whispered softly, “You’re always worried,” Techno remarked, making the female simply giggle, “No, I know, but this time I was up late many nights, scared for you..” she explained deeper. Techno closed his eyes, a quiet happy grunt as he enjoyed their closeness. He placed a hand on top of her’s and nodded, “I get it, it’s alright, I’m home now.” he whispered, making [YourName] smile. “Forever?” She asked, “I won’t stay home forever, but I’ll definitely be with you forever.” he remarked in the same tone as prior. [YourName] placed her forehead against his own, kissing his lips finally sealing the deal that they knew was bound to happen. They never bounced around their feelings and even spoke about having a romantic relationship a few weeks prior, Technoblade just didn’t know him leaving would make [YourName] act. It would take a few months for [YourName] and Techno to come clean to both of their families. The first one to hear the news would be Techno’s family, and it was pretty natural. You had ended up staying the weekend, soaking in as much time as you could get with Techno before he would leave again with Philza. Tommy and Wilbur were watching from the kitchen as you two interacted in front of the fry, “Are you two dating?” Tommy asked bluntly, making Wilbur slap his shoulder roughly. “It’s a valid question! But Tommy, you can’t just ask people if they’re dating each other!” Wilbur scolded, Techno and [YourName] shared a look and just nodded, “Well, yeah, we have for a while. And even if we weren’t what makes you think we were?” Techno asked, deadpanning on his brother. [YourName] and Wilbur would sit back and chat while Tommy ran away from Techno for the rest of the afternoon. When your family found out, it was less of a brightly lit scene. It was dull and grey. [YourName] had accidentally let it slip that Techno, whom her parents had never met, was a hybrid one day. “Well, sweetie, what hybrid is he?” Her mother questioned curiously, [YourName] chuckled slightly and shook her head “What? Hybrid? Nah..” she said, panicked slightly. Her father shook his head, “We know how you act, darling, stop lying and go ahead and tell us more about his hybrid.” he said sternly. If they were to find out she was lying, she’d get her ass handed to her hard. “Well... He’s half Piglin..” [YourName] confessed and it seemed like everything dropped and shattered into pieces right there. [YourName] was told she wasn’t allowed to leave the house without one of them and she snapped, “I just turned sixteen! You can’t keep controlling me like this, Techno and I are happy together and we’ve been friends for years now. You’re stuck in your shit thinking, I’m going to go visit him.” she yelled, grabbing her coat and leaving. [YourName] would end up staying with Techno and his family for a few weeks before her parents would come looking for her. Well, they had been looking for her but they never knew where Techno lived. So when she opened the door she closed it only for her father’s foot to stop it from closing, “What do you want?” she asked squinting toward her parents. Her mother and father shared a look before sighing, but before they could speak Techno came down to see who was at the door. Then n’ there [YourName]’s parents and Techno met for the first time, and he was nothing her parents had thought Techno would look like. After a long conversation, [YourName] had forgiven her parents for acting the way they had but explained how she established a living while staying with Techno by taking care of his brothers, so she would remain living with him. A few years later, a few months before Tommy and Wilbur would recruit Techno for Pogtopia, [YourName] and Techno would finally wed. After about five years of being together, four months of being engaged, they decided to tie the knot and finally bind their souls together for life. They knew they were meant to be, they have been through too much together not to end up as soulmates. The only attendees were Philza and [YourName]’s parents, it was a small wedding and right afterward Techno and [YourName] disappeared once more. They would only reappear when Tommy ran into [YourName] at a village trading with someone, “[YourName]?” Tommy asked in shock. [YourName] quickly glanced over and smiled before waving, “Hallo Tommy.” she hummed, Tommy groaned “God you’ve been around Techno for too long!” he complained, “Well, married him for a reason, Tommy.” she remarked back. “MARRIED?! TECHNO MARRIED A WOMAN?!” Tommy asked as if it was overly shocking news, “Tommy, Techno, and I have been together for years, it’s not shocking.” she huffed. She began making her way back to the house she and Techno were occupying, in front were two horses peacefully munching on hay, “Techno! Found a kid!” she yelled through the relatively empty house. Techno came down the steps rubbing sleep from his eyes and that’s when he realized the child [YourName] had found was Tommy and he was about to turn back around. Tommy stopped him and that’s when he asked for help to get L’manberg back. Techno had nothing better to do, so he accepted. [YourName] was more hesitant, but wanted to trust her husband. They shared similar beliefs, their dislike for governments, but often butted heads on the whole orphan thing- but each relationship has its flaws. Months spent helping Wilbur and Tommy out, meeting and trying to make Tubbo less obvious that he was helping the other side of history. When Techno and [YourName] got an invite to the L’manberg festival, Techno was dead set on going but wanted his wife to stay behind; “I believe this is a trap.” Techno said placing the paper down. [YourName] crawled over to him and sat behind Techno on their shared bed, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and sighed, “More reasons for me to go” she whispered. “No, if it’s a trap, I don’t want you there..” Techno said even more seriously than usual, [YourName] hummed and nodded “As you wish, darling..” she whispered, kissing his cheek. Techno was right, it was a trap, he was forced to murder Tubbo in front of a crowd of L’manberg- now known as Manberg- citizens. After killing Tubbo under peer pressure, he fled and wouldn’t be seen for hours. [YourName] was beyond pissed at Tommy for being angry, “It was a canon life, [YourName]!” he defended “And you know how your brother reacts under peer pressure, you shouldn’t have promised Tubbo that Techno wouldn’t pull the fucking trigger!” [YourName] said in an angry tone. When they heard footsteps, they quieted down, fear for who might be roaming around Pogtopia. They relaxed when they noticed it was just a Technoblade covered in blood, while Tommy tensed up and left [YourName] rushed over to examine her husband while he changed clothing. A war would be brought onto Manberg and Pogtopia, which [YourName] participated in next to her husband. She defended his every move, summoning three-headed beasts with him, and causing chaos on the land that was promised to them to become government-free. They didn’t care about the aftermath, L’manberg made a promise to Technoblade and his wife and they didn’t follow through, so now they must suffer the consequences. Between two people who have the same mindset and would be there for each other in a heartbeat versus government-loving mindless children- they knew they had the upper hand. So they caused their chaos and left. Decided to finally settle down, Technoblade wanted to retire- even if it was temporary. So with the help of Philza, [YourName] and Techno moved their belongings to a nice cozy cottage built in a snowy biome. The home was nice and in the end, [YourName] and Technoblade finally felt complete. They had their pets, they had the enderman named Edward, and the bee farm which kept the voices at bay and [YourName] busy. She was the one to calm him down when Techno would become randomly bloodthirsty, just her voice made him sleepy and the way she would hum and run her fingers through his hair really was the icing on top of the cake. A few weeks into setting a schedule, [YourName] began to act weird, craving things, missed period, morning sickness, Techno and [YourName] didn’t need a doctor to tell them that she was pregnant. While she and Techno were processing the news of this event, Tommy was making a nice home underneath the couple who were recovering from the shock. “I- I want you to keep it, [YourName], is that alright?” Techno asked holding her hands slowly interlocking their fingers together, [YourName] smiled softly and nodded tearing up “I would love to, Techno” she said quietly trying to refuse the shake in her voice that became evident anyways. [YourName] and Techno would quietly celebrate [YourName]’s seven-month mark right before the Butcher Army would make an appearance. [YourName] was confused when Philiza had sent the emergency message their way, and the panic she would feel didn’t help Technoblade’s panic. [YourName] was doing her best to scramble around, trying to help her husband relax but all it did was make him more on edge “You need to sit down! N-No! You need to hide, they can’t find you-” he said running around and trying a place to hide his obviously pregnant wife. “I still don’t fully understand what’s happening, Techno!” [YourName] complained about assisting with brewing potions. “Stop! Stop!” Techno said rushing over and trying to force [YourName] up the steps but it would be too late, Ghostbur- who had stopped by moments before- had led the Butcher Army to the house. Techno was gentle but rushed outside and would begin trying to talk it out rather than fighting, he was doing so good with not doing bloodshed, he was retired and prepping for a child. He didn’t want to fail his wife and future baby now. But when worse comes to worst, he did what he had to do. While Tubbo and Ranboo kept Techno busy, Fundy and Quackity ripped through the house and found his pregnant wife. Quackity smirked while Fundy seemed more hesitant, but still dragged her outside. The huffs and whining from her were enough for Techno to look over and he was pissed, “LEAVE HER OUT OF THIS!” Techno yelled, finally pushing Tubbo and Ranboo off enough. Everything came crashing onto [YourName] at once and she’d begin to cry and begged for this to be over. Between [YourName] and Techno’s horse begging for his wife to be let go, Quakcity groaned. “FINE! Fine, she’ll be set free, but if she dares make a move to help you.” Quackity said leaning into [YourName]’s ear closely “You’re going to get it too, I don’t care if you’re pregnant.” he said making her flinch. Techno held back from fighting, he was already pushing it by begging for his wife to be let go. He was given a moment with her before he had to go to L’manberg for a trial. Techno placed a hand on top of [YourName]’s stomach, softly kissing her forehead, “I love you, [YourName]. I’ll see you later, I promise.” he whispered nuzzling his nose into her hair. [YourName] nodded, wiping her tears with her sleeve as she watched Techno get forced away and toward L’manberg. When Techno discovered Tommy was living underneath his house, [YourName] was napping and would wake her up. Now, [YourName] was now hitting thirty weeks into her pregnancy and as mentioned before would be showing, so when she came down the steps to her sixteen-year-old brother-in-law and her twenty-one-year-old husband arguing she wasn’t shocked when Tommy hit her with the “WOMAN YOU’RE LOOKING RATHER FAT!”. Techno whacked him across the head while [YourName] held back some laughter, “Tommy, I’m not fat, I’m pregnant.” she explained pinching her husband’s clothing to tell him to relax. “Pregnant? Like Techno’s baby?” Tommy asked calming down, now he had to process the information while Techno went on a tangent of rules and to-do list while Tommy remained under their roof in secrecy. Apparently he was exiled, but [YourName] was too busy trying to focus on herself to realize that- and she felt bad, but she wasn’t going to cry about it for too long. After Tommy was exiled, he spent weeks under the green gremlin’s hold until recently realizing the flaws in Dream’s logic, so Tommy ran from exile and found himself in their basement. Somehow that last part seemed far-fetched but [YourName] was too tired to dwell on it for long. It would be another few weeks before Dream would make a surprise visit to check out the new house. [YourName] was sitting close to Tommy, just in case Tommy wanted to troll around and open the box. Dream looked around and nodded, making conversation with Dream about Tommy’s escape from exile which he acted shocked about. The topic of the conversation shifted when Dream realized [YourName] was housing a child, “Oh, you never mentioned anything about becoming a father.” Dream said walking up the steps. There stood [YourName] with a plate of food trying to cover up Tommy’s eating noises, she flustered, almost nine months pregnant and smiling softly. “Ah no, we just haven’t really told anyone, I don’t think Philza knew until recently..” [YourName] explains lying slightly loudly and harshly placing the plate down on the box Tommy was in to shut him up, “Oh, so a slight secretive thing?” Dream asked “Yes. Please keep it that way.” Techno said. Dream hummed, finishing up his visit and leaving. In the weeks after that meeting, [YourName] would go into labor. So Techno was hesitant, but he left his wife with Tommy while he rushed out to find a doctor. [YourName] was leaning against the wall, trying to breathe and ignore the random pain she’d feel now and then, “What’s wrong now?” Tommy asked hesitantly. “WHAT DO YOU THINK!?” [YourName] snapped but then paused, she whined “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap, I’m just in so much pain.” [YourName] explained softly. Tommy was actually truly helpful, without him around [YourName] wouldn’t have been able to get to a bed and lay down for a bit until Techno and a doctor had made it to the home. The doctor would monitor [YourName] for a few hours before active labor would begin and that’s when chaos had started. [YourName] would be pushing and waiting for their child to be welcomed into the world, Technoblade right there next to her for it all. Tommy walked in once, covered his eyes, and never once entered that room until he was welcomed in. [YourName] would finally give birth to a baby girl, healthy as ever, in the early hours of the morning. It was snowing, the room was perfectly lit, and after she was cleaned off and checked on, the doctor held the baby to its mother and father. [YourName] softly smiled through her tears as she let the baby eat, leaning her forehead against Techno’s who placed a hand against the baby’s head. The two, now freshly three, shared a moment as the child ate peacefully. After she ate, Techno was given the chance to do skin-to-skin, and since it was getting brighter out, her features showed more. The little one had Techno’s pink hair and little piglin features, but when she opened her eyes she had her mother's sparkling (EyeColor) eyes. [YourName] softly laughed, easing herself into sleep, as she watched Techno walk around the room and show the sleeping baby wrapped in his cape different photos within the room. She couldn’t help but smile, listening to the quiet conversation he was having with his daughter. “And that’s your grandfather..” Techno whispered leaning his daughter’s head to his lips, “We’re glad you’re here, Aurelia..” he added in the same tone as before kissing his daughter. His weaknesses.

#dream smp x reader #Technoblade x reader #c!technoblade x reader #Dream smp #technoblade #x reader #c!technoblade #mcyt x reader #mcyt

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groovyzombiellama · 4 years ago

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Generation Swine

Title: Generation Swine

Requested? Yes.

Plot: You marry Nikki Sixx in 1990, have your daughter in 1992 and the two of you go on tour with the band in 1997.

Word count: 1471

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1990---

“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride.“ It felt as if just yesterday that Nikki proposed to you, and here you were, at the altar, beginning your lives as husband and wife. You never saw Nikki as only a famous musician, he was first and foremost an amazing person you loved. This was the man who supported you through anything and who always looked after you no matter what, and the fact that he was famous was just a bonus to you. So you never looked at the hate comments of people who were claiming that you were marrying Nikki just for his money and fame, because you knew that it wasn’t true, but more importantly for you, Nikki knew that, and that was all you needed to brush away everyone who tried spreading false rumors about your life and love. You often wondered what would have happened if you had looked at every comment and believed them, and in the beginning you did, you read everything that people said about you, no matter how much it made you wish the earth would just eat you up. And a few times at the start of your relationship with Nikki, you wondered weather you should just quit.

Weather he would be happier if you weren’t in his life. Your head spinning as “what if’s“ and “buts“ filled your head to the point you swore it was going to explode. But then Nikki came in to the rescue and made you realise once again that you chose the right person for you. He could tell that those comments were bothering you, often times seeing your finger hover over the delete button, as you debated weather you should just delete all social media and throw your phone in the trash. And many times he wanted to talk to you, but he knew you. He knew you would not say anything unless you were ready to talk, and no matter how much he bugged you, you would continue claiming that you’re fine, so he waited for you to come to him. But after about two and a half weeks, he couldn’t take it anymore, as you were still pretending you were fine, so he snatched your phone from your hand one day as you two were sitting on the couch, your legs in his lap, a movie you were not even paying attention to playing on the tv, as the comments under your newest post were all you could focus on, and it annoyed Nikki because you two were supposed to have a cozy movie night before they had to leave for a few weeks to do some shows.

He grabbed your hands in his once he set your phone down on the table and finally got you to open up to him, and as only once you were done talking did you notice tears streaming down your face. Nikki raised his hand and wiped your tears, pulling you in his arms, reassuring you that none of those comments matter to him, because he knows you, and he knows you love him for who he is. “Do you really think of me as someone who can’t see when he’s being lied to, or manipulated? Give me some credit babe, come on!“ He said in the middle of affirming to you that you are the woman that he loves making you giggle, and his own lips curved into a smile at the sound. From then on you stopped reading comments and instead, focused on your life and the people who are important to you. And it gave you an interesting feeling, a sense of power to have those who claimed you two wouldn’t last, see that you’re now a married couple, and it made you want to prove it to them even more that you’re here to stay. The amount of love in Nikki’s eyes as he looked at you on the day of your wedding will forever stay burned in your mind.

1992---

“Mr and Mrs Feranna, congratulations, you’re now the parents of a very beautiful baby girl.“ Both you and Nikki couldn’t believe your eyes as you looked at your tiny human. She felt so small in your arms and you had to pinch yourself to be sure you were not dreaming. Her small fingers curling around her fathers much bigger one warmed your heart. Your little bundle of joy had no idea how loved she was and how cared for. Nikki pressed a gentle kiss on your head, thanking you for giving him this huge joy in the shape of your tiny bean. A few people told you how love fades between a couple with the birth of their child, and that you were both gonna love her more than each other, and you couldn’t understand that, as your love for your husband and his for you grew so much. You adored your little family and even though your daughter was the light in your life, your husband had a good grip on your heart too. And for Nikki, his two girls have made home in his heart, not planning to leave any time soon and that was completely okay with him.

It was pure magic to see your daughter grow. Her first step, her first word, (it was “dada“, but even when Nikki teased you about it, you couldn’t find it in your heart to be mad, since he was the best father any child could ever hope for) all of her firsts were, on one hand constant reminders that she’s growing way too fast for your liking, but on the other, beautiful moments that made you proud of being her mother. Tommy, Vince and Mick absolutely adored her too, and spoiled her rotten. They made sure she has everything she ever wanted and so many times they went overboard on sweets and toys. You loved hearing her tiny giggles as she ran around trying to catch one of them, or trying to run away. Shaking your head slightly, you laughed as Nikki pretended to fall while he was chasing her around, but your smile soon was replaced with a pout, as you melted at your daughter waddling over to her father with a worried face, hoping he wasn’t really injured. Nikki told her he was fine and held her in his arms for a while until she was assured he was okay, and soon enough it was back to playtime.

1997---

“Are you sure you two have enough pillows?“ Your husband asked, for what had to be the tenth time, as you were tucking your daughter, who was now five years old, into bed for the night. You smiled softly, cupping his cheek with your hand, telling him not to worry and that the two of you will be fine. The root of Nikki’s worry was in the fact that it was your daughter’s first time sleeping in a tourbus so he worried the curves and bumps in the road would disturb her sleep. But when he noticed that she was out like a light despite not being used to sleeping in a moving vehicle, he calmed down and was able to enjoy the ride with his bandmates. They were on tour to promote their album Generation Swine, but Nikki didn’t want to leave his girls for too long, so he asked if you wanted to come with him. Your daughter was extatic to be traveling with her father and uncles, since she always missed them when they were gone for a long time with tours and shows, so you couldn’t say no.

When they were not busy with shows and promotions, and had a little window of free time, they spent it with her, showing her around the venue before a concert, or taking her for ice cream at a local ice cream shop. You were both having the time of your life, and it meant the world to Nikki that his wife and daughter were there to support him. Even later on in your lives, he loved to recall that tour as near and dear to his heart, because it was the first time he had the two of you close to him throughout the whole tour. It made it even more fun to see your daughters tiny dance moves as her father and his bandmates performed on stage or at soundcheck, and it made the boys laugh so much at her cuteness. Even when some people looked your way, shocked that you had brought a child to a concert of a heavy metal band, it didn’t bother you, as you had your little family, consisting of your husband, your daughter, and her three uncles and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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here you go anon, sorry it took so long, I hope you like it :)

From now on, I will try to mostly post only on Fridays, and once I have less studying to do, I’ll post on some other days too :)

#nikki sixx #nikki sixx imagine #nikki sixx x reader #motley crue #Vince Neil #vince neil imagine #vince neil x reader #Tommy Lee #tommy lee imagine #tommy lee x reader #Mick Mars #mick mars imagine #mick mars x reader #montley crue imagine #the dirt #the dirt movie #the dirt imagine

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misstressshelby · 4 years ago

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The Good The Bad and Everything In-between

Summary: Living with two Shebly men has its ups and downs. A second part of my Lost Boy writing. (I suck at summaries)

Warnings: Language

Word Count:1,856

Paring: Tommy/Reader (Reader is GN but there is a slight refecne to pregnancy)

(A/N: I just want to say thank you for 50 notes on Lost Boy! I didn’t think anyone would he interested in a little headcanon I created. I guess we can all agree Finn deserved better. )

You longed for Arrow House even as it’s large gates came into view. Tommy planned to go eighty percent legitimate by the end of next year so that meant playing nice with the tofts. Spending all afternoon with the wives of Tommy’s business associates had drained you. You couldn’t remember if the pit in your stomach or the thumping in your head started before or after lunch.

All you knew was as soon as you entered the house you instantly felt better. Mary was waiting for you as usual. You had lived in Arrow House for a year now but still weren’t used to having maids around.

“Good afternoon Mrs.Shelby. How was your lunch?” Mary smiled as soon you walked in.

“Long Mary, very long.” You gave a tight smile back. Offering a ‘Thank You” as she took your coat.

Before you could ask her where the rest of your family was, Finn walked out of the living room. He was still wearing his school uniform he claimed to hate because it made him look like a “posh twat”. His tutor Mr.Chapman followed behind him shuffling papers into a briefcase.

“Hello, Finn, how's tutoring going?’ You asked.

‘Yeah, it’s alright.’ The redhead grunted back before moving to go outside.

“Are you finished with your homework?” You questioned already suspecting the answer.

“Nah I got a couple more pages but I wanna go to the stables. I’ll only be an hour I swear it.” Finn gave you the pleading look he’d mastered.

After considering it for a moment you nodded,” An hour Finn. Then you finish up your homework before dinner.”

The boy gave you half a hug on his way out. He had to lean down to capture you in his arms. He was only fifteen but he was already taller than you and your husband though Tom would never admit it.

Watching Finn run out the door you turned your attention to the tutor. The man was standing in the hallway fiddling with his bag uneasily.

“How is he doing Mr.Chapman?'' You finally addressed him.

“Well he’s doing alright I suppose.” He continued seeing your questioning stare. “He’s still struggling with a few concepts but he’s quick to figure things out.”

“Yeah, that’s the Shelby in ‘im” You chuckle to yourself. “Do we owe you for the week?

Shaking his head Mr.Chapman told you “No.No. Mr.Shelby already took care of it.’

Adjusting his satchel he quickly left out the same door as Finn. He never stayed long after their sessions.

Not giving it much thought, you headed straight to your husband’s office. He was already gone when you woke this morning and as silly as it was you missed him. After knocking against the door you pull it open before Tommy’s muffled “come in” could even start.

“Hello, Tommy, how ‘is your day going?” You greet him while making the short walk to his desk.

He looked up from his papers with a cigarette hanging off his lips to give a short “Busy.”, before writing again.

You didn’t let this deter you as you sat on the edge of his desk that wasn’t covered in files. Taking the cigarette from his lips you kissed him as if you had been deprived of him for months.

“The tutor just left. He said Finn is making good progress.” You informed him.

He watched as you took a drag off his cigarette with a glint in his eyes. Knowing you wouldn’t leave until he gave you the attention you demanded he leaned back in his chair.

“How was lunch with Minnie and Ida then?” He asked.

‘It was like every other boring lunch, we sat around and ate tiny food while they complained about the other wives. I've invited Minnie and Richard to dinner next Wednesday.”, You could feel your headache return as you told him.

Tommy gave you a curious look waiting for you to take another drag.

‘She was telling me Richard is looking into investing in the car business while it’s on the rise and all. So I figured we’d have them for dinner and if business happens to be brought up you two can talk about it.” You explain.

“So happens to be brought up?” Tommy teased.

“Yes, it usually happens at these things.” You tell him with a slight smile.

“Now you finish up whatever you’re doing. Dinner will be ready at seven.” You command slipping off the desk while putting the cigarette out in the ashtray.

Your husband let out a loud sigh which was never a good sign.

“Love, I have a lot of work to do ton-’ He started.

“Yes, and you can finish it when you come back from dinner.” You cut him off.

This was the ever-going battle in your home making Tommy stop working and take care of himself. But you’d be damned if you didn’t go down without a fight.

You lean over the side of the desk pulling him lightly by his silk tie into another kiss.

“Thomas Shelby, I will drag you out of this office. Don’t you think for a second I won’t.” You threaten him with a grin.

” Wouldn’t dream of it Mrs.Shelby.”, He smirked back.

At seven on the dot, you all sat down for dinner together as a family.

Finn talked for most of the dinner about school and his favorite football club going to the championship.

You mused about your plans for Minnie’s dinner Wednesday.

Tommy spent most of dinner listening, offering nods or the occasional “yeah”.

Once he and Finn started talking about a horse he wanted to buy for the races he didn’t stop. Long forgotten was the pile of contracts in his office.

For the first time since you woke this morning you were content. The moments you spent with your little family were the ones you cherished the most.

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The sound of a door slamming startled you awake. While the two voices yelling kept you from falling back to sleep. Before you could wonder what the fuss was about, an acidic taste overtook your mouth. You barely made it to the toilet, your knees hitting the hard floor as the bile rose. By the time you had emptied your stomach laying on the bathroom floor the screaming had stopped.

You couldn’t think about anything over the pounding in your head made worse from the buzzing of the lights. Making your way downstairs you noticed everything irritated you.

The fact that you tripped over Thomas’s shoes you had told him to put away last night. The coldness of the house even though there was a fireplace in almost every room. Even the way Mary greeted you with “Good Morning Mrs.Shelby.” seemed to drip with condescension.

As you reached the dining room you had a feeling the day was going to drag on forever.

Finn was glaring at his eggs while pushing them around his plate. Beside him, Tommy hid behind a newspaper with only a line of smoke to be seen.

The room was tense and you knew neither of the men would say anything first. Stubbornness also ran in the Shelbys.

“Do either of you want to tell what the fuck all the commotion this morning was about?” You snapped sitting in front of your own breakfast.

Finn gave you a glare before starting in,” Yeah Tommy won’t let me go to a football match with me friends. It’s fooking bullshit!”

In return, Tommy put down the paper with a sigh,” You’re not going to Manchester. I’m not discussing this again Finn.”

Both of them looked at you as if you had a say in the matter.

“If Thomas says no the answer is no Finn.” You settled.

“This is complete bollocks. You took me away from me friends in Birmingham and now I’m not allowed to have any friends here either?” Finn screamed standing up from the table.

“We never said you couldn’t have friends Finn. It’s just not the right time to go to Manc-” You tried to calm him down.

“ You’re not me fucking mother you can’t tell me what to do!” He slammed his chair against the table.

“You will not fooking talk too ‘er like that! This is me fooking house and what I say fooking goes.” Tommy said in a cold voice.

The table shook as he slammed his palm down on it, breaking his calm facade.

With that Finn stomped up to his room and Tommy to his office both slamming the door when they arrived.

Waking from a nap you had hoped would help with the sickness you felt you heard silence. You laid in bed for a bit longer feeling tears build up in your eyes. Instead of wallowing, you decided to make peace. You chose to try talking to the youngest first making your way to his room. You knocked on the door.

After waiting to hear a reply or shuffle come from the room you knocked again.

“Fuck off.,” Finn answered.

Ignoring him you opened the door anyway to find him lying on his bed still dressed from this morning. He simply turned away from you to face the wall instead.

You sat on the edge of the bed before trying to talk.

“Finn I know you don’t understand this but Tommy is just trying to keep you safe.” You started.

Finn scoffed and moved closer to the wall.

“I know you don’t know this because you’ve been so busy with school, but we’ve had some trouble in Manchester. There’s a gang up there the Scuttlers, who've been trying to move on us. We can’t protect you there Finn. That’s all it is.” Moving closer you put a hand on his shoulder.

``We're happy you’ve made friends at school really. It’s just one match yeah? You can hang out with them another time.” You tried reasoning.

“Yeah.” He grunted, not moving from his spot.

You decided you would take it before going to deal with the other man child.

You found Tommy sitting in his office chair finishing a drink before pouring another.

“ Who does he think he ‘is eh? Talking to me like that in me own fucking house. I should go up there and-’ Tommy began rambling pointing towards the door you just walked through.

“Tom, it's fine. I talked to him and explained everything. Just give ‘im a week and he’ll forget all about it.”You sat in the chair opposite of him.

Once you said that he seemed to relax a little bit.

“I’m still talking to ‘im later. He will not disrespect me or you like that again.” He told you.

To that, you chuckled, “ He’s a teenage boy Thomas he’s gonna argue. But I agree you should talk to him after you’ve both calmed down.”

Tommy nodded and took another swing of his whiskey. He walked over to where you sat leaning against the desk. To your surprise, he smiled.

“You’d make a good mum you know?” He leaned down to stroke your cheek.

“Yeah about that.” You let out.

#tommy shelby reader #finn shelby #finn shelby imagine #thomas shelby imagine #tommy shelby imagine #tommy x reader

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calehenituseappreciation · 4 years ago

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Ive seen a lot of Dream (and usually Techno and Phil too) as gods au (i have one too dw) but all of you are sleeping on the funniest option.

Tommy is the god.

Tommy.

hes the only one in that galaxy (other than drista ofc)

Just imagine how fucking funny it is like

it would be so fucking hilarious

and tommy just doesnt tell them

so techno is just there making all these blood god jokes and jokingly telling tommy to serve him and tommys just laughing

imagine a god in the form of a chaotic 16 year old racoon gremlin just walts into your land commits arson and gets banned, only to come back with another person who he helps start a nation for drugs?

imagine how fucking funny it is

just

imagine tubbo banning a literal god from his lands and he just doesnt come back? he just plays by the rules? then goes and like sits in the corner all sad because some humans/dreamons told him to leave

ranboo, just joining the server: hi- a chaotic gremlin god: wanna commit arson with me? ranboo, just trying to vibe and maybe not disturb this god: sure

Phil and Ranboo recongnize Tommy as a god on sight.

Everyone else just refuses to believe it. hes Tommy. Tommyinnit. hes just weird lol

And Drista being a fucking chaotic blood god?

drista is open about her godhood and does not hesitate to spawn blocks

Drista finds Dream and decides she likes this small human, and dream just has to deal with it lmao.

drista and tommy are both born at the same time.

Tommy is a god of music, chaos, war and theivery (the last one bc he is a BITCH)

Drista is the blood god, chaos, deception, and theatre

okay but imagine the sbi interactions... like ig in this au tommy joins at like 12/13 years of age (in their minds) so he doesnt really grow much

and like tommy, a literal god, just claiming phil as his father???

phil, in his house making eggs, assuming one of his sons woke up and came to the kitchen, not looking: hey son tommy, from their couch, already deciding hes phils son now: whats up dad? phil: looks up at tommy who are you tommy: idk dad, who am i phil: *stares at tommy for a second* eh i made extra eggs you can stay

ASJIDGASUIOG IMAGINE TOMMY TELLING THEM HES A GOD BUT THEY THINK HES JOKING AND IGNORE HIM

everyone on the server: tommy is the youngest! tommy, as old as the universe: no im not!!!! im not a child!!!! he doesnt pout because pouting is for children and hes not a child but hes pouting tubbo: lol im older than you by a month tommy dont try to hide it tommy: im not a child!!!! techno: laughs

tommy doesn't try to hide that hes a god just its tommy

thats all the evedince anyone needs to think tommy isnt a god or powerful its like mcc hes good but only when he doesnt throw for content

quackity: sees drista written in bedrock lmao drista visited? tommy: yeah! i wrote that for her! quackity: snorts yeahhhh sureee tommy

imagine like how fucking funny it is jsut like

a fucking chaotic god breaks into your house androbs you makes a room under your house and decides to live in your floorboards

imagine dream like trying to manipulate tommy, and tommy a fucking anchient diety immeditly recongnizes what hes doing

but decides to play along for the angst and giggles and then actually gets mad when no one fucking cares for his theatrics

tommy, storming off to technos base to rob and build under: >:///// cant believe none of them acknoledged my deppression

i love that tommy stills robs everyone, he doesnt need to he can spawn in anything he wants

he just does it for the sport of robbery

JAKOGFSDOH

THE HOLY LAND

dream: im god actually tommy: thats so fucking funny lets make a cult about that :) dream: see! look! im god! and jesus! tommy: wheezing

imagine tommy getting stressed and letting go of his mortal form

Tommy, his human form peeling away, showing his actual form a bit: WH̸͘A͠T̷ ̶̢T͞H͢E ̡͘F̴̵͘Ù̧C͜K҉ ̶T͘͜͞E͟CHǸ͏Ǫ Techno: HAH?

tommy just saw tubbo and got emotionally attached

Tommy, a literal god: hello Tubbo: oh hi do you like my pet bee? Tommy: you’re mine now Tubbo: im okay with this

tommy, a bored god: gives techno shapeshifting powers techno, not even caring: changes into more human to pig-ishg forms as he wishes this is my life now ig

phil lets tommy do fuck all in exile bc he knows hes a god hes fine

phil: IDC IF YOURE A GOD! YOU WILL DO THE DISHES NOW YOUNG MAN! tommy: grumbles but does them

phil is the only one who can control tommy

god... tommy... with star freckles... on his human form... (as well as his god one)

tommy: f̷͛͠a̵̋t̵̒̑h̸̚e̶̓͝r̸͊ ̸̐̒i̴ ̸̅̿d̷̉͆o̵͂͋ ̵̛̆ñ̸̾ő̶́t̸̎́ w̶͆͘i̴͠s̵̓̈́h̸͗́ ̵̯͗f̶͋́ő̴͑r̷̐̌ ̶͝é̵̽g̸͊͂g̵̒s̷͂̃ phil: idc, eat your goddamn eggs tommy: pouts

tommy, despite being able to get supplies himself by fucking spawning them in: hey tubbo? we need supplies

In this au ig like if a god claims you you get a mark on your skin showing that. Drista’s would be like a green crown, Tommys would be a red and white disk (white as the outer ring and red as the center) (its different enough that if you don’t realise tommy is a god you wouldnt realise whos it is) (schlatt is the only one who never had one which shoulda been a sign dude :/)

Dream has two from the beginning, everyone else has only one, well until they meet drista. (sbi have had one since they met tommy, though they dont remember the first time they met tommy)

wait what if tommy like found them all as children one by one and later kinda pulled some strings to get them all in one kingdom. (he still joined sbi through forcing phil to adopt him)

OKAY BUT IMAGINE IF TOMMY MET TECHNO WHEN TECHNO WAS YOUNG ENOUGH TO NOT REMEMBER

tommy would hang out with baby techno and tell him stories

once he told him the story of a man named thesus

another time he told him the story of a blood god

like for example tommys first time meeting techno would be like

(for context techno lived in a shitty village and was an orphan and it was kinda a dog eat dog place, he learned how to be strong because of it)(he was young enough that he doesn’t remember this well, just like learning about the blood god and someone giving him gold)

baby techno: sighs tommy, appearing out of nowhere: oh heyyy whyre you sad? techno: jumps turning around with a knife up ready for a fight who are you tommy: im tommy! :) techno: what do you want from me! you dont scare me! tommy: whats your name! techno: i have a knife! i'll use it! tommy: of course, thats a given, but its rude not to tell people your name techno, confused: t-technoblade? tommy: smiles thats a nice name techno: so. tommy: hm? techno: why're you here tommy: i don't have a reason. im just a traveller! techno: then why hole to this terrible village! theres nothing nice here! everyone is terrible and so are you! tommy: hmmmm i dont agree techno: what are you? a child? i thought adults were supposed to know that everyone is mean tommy: mmhmm looks at the bruise on technos face where'd you get that? techno: fight. i won. i'll win against you too! so don't try anything. tommy: of course. i would never win in a fight against a blood god techno, putting down his knife a bit, stars in his eyes: blood god? tommy: grins blood. god. i think she'd like you. techno, muttering: maybe i can give the blood god some of your blood tommy: laughs yeah, she'd defenitly find you intresting tommy: here tosses techno a golden crown at techno, he spawned it in in the moment techno: whats this? tommy: a crown, thought it suit you screams in the distance tommy: huh. i need to go. have fun lil piglin. ruffles technos hair before running off towards the screaming unbeknownst to the pig the blood god was actually the one waiting for the god he met. techno: stares at the crown

Techno found a pouch of gold in his ��house’ later that day. he didnt know who left it but it helped him get food for that night. (he kept the crown)

okay but imagine tommy not taking the war seriously at all, and only seeing it as a squabble between mortals, Like toddlers fighting

dream: SURENDER BY TOMMOROW OR WE'LL DECLARE WAR! wilbur: FUCK YOU WE'LL NEVER SURENDER AND JOIN YOUR SMP! Tommy: how cute

tommy doesnt realise that theyre serious until wilbur dies

tommy would usually go apeshit against anyone who dares messes with his humans, but what is he supposed to do when his humans are fighting Eachother?

wilbur: fucking goes insane and dies tommy: hey- hey can you guys let me talk to wil for a sec? everyone else leaves tommy, unsually somber: sorry i didnt help you i forgot how easily breakable mortals are tommy: this time you wont die, and i'll make it so that you dont break again, okay? tommy: brings wilburs soul out of its body and enters his mindscape ghostbur: wakes up what- where am i? tommy: hi there ghostbur: who are you tommy: i go by a lot of names all, one, you, the world, the universe, god, but you can just call me tommy ghostbur: oh okay. who am i? tommy: you're name was wilbur soot. you were the son of philza minecraft and brother to Technoblade, Tubbo and myself. ghostbur: was? tommy: well you see, you died. ghostbur: oh... well what am i then? tommy: a ghost! well actually its your choice. would you like to continue your existance or fade away with your body? ghostbur: i dont want to fade away! tommy: smiles thats what i thought you'd say stretches his hand to wilbur ghostbur: grabs tommy hand tommy: lets go home

ghostbur doesnt remember that though

he only remembers the good

tommy wont let him remember the bad, what if he breaks again? mortals are so fragile

phil realises what tommy did as soon as he sees ghostbur

drista, painting tommys nails (there both in god form btw) (after wilburs death btw): tommy shouldn't you of all gods realise how fragile they are? tommy: i know just... forgot drista: sighs and nods i get what you mean, especially with the ones we found... they act a lot like gods sometimes i forgot they arent tommy: ikr? wait- drista here gets drista's hair out of her face you were gonna get it on my nails, anyways, don't judge me. we all know if dream died you would turn him into a ghost too drista: smirks not if you do it first, we all know you would tommy: you say that as if you wouldn't fight me to do it first drista: .... tommy: ... drista: both of us when he dies? tommy: nods tommy: anyways my turn to do your nails

or like tommy with ghostbur like

ghostbur: i don't like this :( tommy, a worried brother and god: whats wrong? ghostbur: everyone is mad at me and i d-dont know why- why are they mad at me tommy: theyre mad at something alivebur did ghostbur: b-but im not alivebur sniffs it hurts. i dont like it. tommy: spawns in some blue here ghostbur: whats that? tommy: its some blue! it'll help you not hurt anymore! ghostbur: how does it work? tommy: see how its blue? ghostbur: nods tommy: well its blue because it sucks up all the bad feelings! it'll help ghostbur: !!!!! ghostbur: presses the blue into his chest ghostbur: !!!!its working!!!! :D tommy: smiles good

wilbur fucking died and tommy went from annoying little brother to caring older brother

tommy just wants to help his brother :) though he doesnt realise that not letting ghostbur remember bad memories isnt good

*at logsted shire btw* ghostbur: who are you? tommy, chuckling: did you forget me already ghostbur? ghostbur: i didnt forget you! i think! you're tommy! i just... you're different tommy, looks over at ghostbur: different how? ghostbur: you're not normal are you? tommy: grins whaaaaat? you think im weirdddd? how heartbreaking... my own brother thinks im weird, this is terrible ghostbur: giggles tommy: but really, don't worry about it bur. ghostbur: you sure? tommy: yeah, dont worry about me ghostbur: smiles okay! do you want some blue anyways? tommy: giggles sure! ghostbur: grins

ghostbur isnt worried about tommy

he knows hes strong

phil having to tell tommy that he cant just not let wilbur remember the bad memories

and tommys like "what if he breaks again!" and phil hugs him and tells him to at least ask ghostbur if he wants to remember and tommys like ‘fine’

tommy: hey bur? ghostbur: yeah? tommy: do you like you're memories? ghostbur: i mean, yeah its hard not to when you only remember the good tommy, quietly: would you want to remember the bad? ghostbur: w-what brought this question on tommy: answer the question ghostbur: no- alivebur was badi shouldn't want to- tommy: but what do you want bur? wilbur, silent for a moment: yeah- yeah i do. not that i like the bad memories! they hurt... but i wish i could remember tommy: ... ghostbur: hey tommy? tommy: yeah? ghostbur, with tears in his eyes: do you think they'd be less mad at me if i could remember, maybe then i could repair my relationships, what the hell am i supposed to do when i dont even remember hurting them? tommy: what if they dont? what if you break again? ghostbur, saltily: we'll maybe i'll be able at least be able to say i know why everyone hates me tommy: i know how to get all of your memories back ghostbur, looks towards tommy in shock: you do??? tommy: nods ghostbur, voice wavering: for how long tommy: since the beginning ghostbur: and you didnt tell me tommy: i did what i thought was best. i just didnt want you to hurt anymore. ghostbur, angrily: WELL THAT CLEARLY WORKED DIDNT IT? tommy: sorry wilbur, sometimes i forget how to handle humans ghostbur: what- tommy: sighs and taps ghostbur on the forehead and ghostbur does the ghost equivilent of passing out tommy: wont hide any memories this time

ghostbur doesnt wake up, instead wilbur wakes up weither thats good or bad we'll see

wilbur, waking up with all his memories: HOLY SHIT TOMMY WASN'T KIDDING phil, who was reading beside the bed tommy placed wilbur into, which was in technos house. yes he broke into technos house with a passed out wilbur. move on.: hm? wilbur: holy shit phil: huh? yeah. wilbur: wait you knew? phil: yeah i recongnized him as soon as i saw him about 5 years ago now? wilbur: excuse me while i freak out because my little brother is an actual god

it really hits wilbur that tommy is a god later

wilbur: hey tommy? tommy: yeah? wilbur: how fucking old are you? tommy: snorts of course thats the first thing you ask wilbur: well? tommy: i dont really know the exact years since years are kind of a human thing that were invented recently wilbur: they were invented thousands of years ago- tommy: but it was around the beginning of this galaxy wilbur, softly: what the fuck

tommy telling wilbur stories about different heros and villains and different humans he met during his life.

Adsjbffsg what if Tommy made himself blonde and blue eyed and white bc thats hyow the first human he met looked like asjfhsd

and just didnt change that, despite meeting new humans, its just his defult settings.

he would totally do this tho im crying.

drista just based her human form off dream because she is his sister now. he must deal with this. trying disowning me when i look like you BITCH.

thats my take anyways later might continue this

#tommyinnit #dsmp #dream smp #drista #god au #technoblade #wilbur soot #ghostbur #dreamwastaken #tubbo #philza minecraft #long post #just needed to say this

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nineteenninety-six · 4 years ago

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Request 🤗 Tommy sleeps with a married woman during his grief for Greta. The woman gets pregnant and makes out it’s her husbands even though Tommy knows it’s his.

Tommy watches his daughter grow up painfully every day next door and never says a word- even watching her with her other father.

On her eighteenth birthday she goes to the Garrison to celebrate and gets into trouble and Tommy finally tells her who he is.

My brain melted towards the end :/ I also changed it a bit but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Tommy regretted it as soon as it happened, consumed by the death of Greta, he slept with a woman down the street in hope that it distracted him but it was a mistake. The woman was married and Tommy could never forget the look of regret and disgust on her face when she woke up the morning after and realised what had happened.

Tommy’s memory of the night was hazy but he had been drinking and so had she, he to dull the pain of Greta and she was simply on a girls night out.

When the prior night’s activities hit her, she jumped out of his bed and threw her clothes on and turned to him just before she left his room,

“This will never happen again. Don’t tell my husband”

Tommy nodded and the woman quickly fled his room and Tommy could hear the faint slamming of the door to the house as she left.

Months later news spread through Small Heath that the woman was pregnant, she was with a child that she and her husband had desperately wanted.

Tommy wasn’t an idiot, he knew the child had a possibility of being his.

Polly had spoken to him about it, telling him the details as she was close church friends with him and from what he was told, the husband was a nice and kind man and Tommy could only hope that the child was his.

Tommy barely saw them or heard about them until the baby was born and old enough to be brought to church and when Polly described the baby, Tommy’s stomach dropped.

He would never forget Polly’s words.

“Oh, Thomas, the baby is absolutely adorable. Chubby arm and legs, dark hair, light eyes. She easily charmed everyone this afternoon.”

The woman’s husband had dark blond hair and green eyes, whilst the woman had dark hair and dark eyes. Tommy prayed that the husband would never catch on to what had happened. The times he would see them on the street, they looked like a happy family and it was easy to tell that the man utterly adored the baby girl and Tommy didn’t want that to be destroyed. Tommy could never be a father like he was, it was better for everyone this way.

.•° ✿ °•.

“The Jenkins from down the road was just telling me their daughter, (Y/N), is turning eighteen next week,” Polly told Tommy as made herself a cup of tea after having returned from church, “They say she wants to go to the Garrison to celebrate. Can you believe it’s been eighteen years?”

Tommy tensed up like he usually did whenever the Jenkins family was brought up but like usual, Polly missed Tommy’s weird behaviour.

The guilt he had, had never truly disappeared. He knew he had no business being a parent and that the woman’s husband was better but Tommy always held anger in his heart towards his father who was barely around but Tommy wasn’t much better.

.•° ✿ °•. When (Y/N) entered the Garrison for the first time, it was loud, chaotic, a mess, and packed to the brim, something that she expected yet she was still surprised. Perhaps it was because it was her first time at a pub so her expectations were a bit different but also, the Garrison was different to the other pubs around Small Heath.

Celebrating her birthday wasn’t the only reason (Y/N) had come to the Garrison, she had also come to see her real father. She always had a hunch the man who had raised her and after snooping through her mother’s old diaries, she had been proven correct. Her biological father, Tommy Shelby, lived on the same street as them and (Y/N) was curious if he even knew he had a child.

The man who had raised her, the man she called, ‘dad’, was the best father one could be and (Y/N) considered herself lucky to be raised by him. She didn’t know if he knew the truth about her but she wasn’t going to say anything either way but she didn’t want to lose him. The only reason she was trying to find her biological father was to ask him if he knew.

As she and her friends enjoy her drinks, (Y/N) keeps her eye out for one particular person. She spots him easily as he makes his way around the pub, talking to locals or his family but she waits until he is alone which is when she’ll corner him.

When she sees him duck into a side room, she follows him, telling her friends she was going to the bathroom as she left the table.

His head snapped over to her as she entered the room and a frown marred his face, “This is a private room, you need to leave.”

Despite how many times (Y/N) had practised what to say to him, she panicked and said the first thing that came to mind,

“I’m your daughter!”

Tommy froze for a second before nodding and releasing a heavy sigh, “I know”

Though Tommy knew (Y/N) was coming to the Garrison that night, he had no clue that she knew the truth.

“Y-You know?”

Tommy nodded and gestured for her to sit at the table that rested in the room as he took the seat opposite her.

“I’m your biological father, I know.”

“I don’t understand. You know yet you didn’t do anything about it?” (Y/N) was confused and hurt.

“I was young and in pain and I slept with your mother just that one time, we barely saw each other after that, she made sure we never crossed paths.”

“Why didn’t you claim me?”

Tommy gave her a sad smile, “The man who raised you has done a better job than anything I could have done. I was young and definitely not capable of being a parent, I would have ruined your life. I sometimes saw you with him in town when you were a kid and I had no intent in ruining what you had, both of you were happy and your father loves you.”

(Y/N) was stunned to silence, she understood where he was coming from but she didn’t understand how he could simply live without anything weighing on him.

“Does it not bother you that I’ve been living just steps away and you’ve done nothing? Have you not even spoken to my mother?”

“I tried to but she brushed me off, told me to never talk to her again or approach you.” Tommy answered her questions, “It did weigh on me but you had a good life and I didn’t want to ruin it”

“You’re right” (Y/N) admitted, “You did what was right and I get that.”

“If you need anything, you know where to find me.” Tommy stood from his chair and gave her a smile, “I’m saying you have to involve me in your life in any way but if you or your need help, all you have to do is ask.”

(Y/N) nodded and returned his smile before she stood up and made her way over to him,

“Thank you for speaking to me”

Tommy gave her a nod, “Anytime.”

(Y/N) quickly darted and gave him a brief hug before she dashed out of the room.

Tommy felt a weight lift off his shoulders, he always knew he made the right choice in not getting involved with her all those years ago but today reinforced it. (Y/N) was well and happy with her parents and now she knows of his existence and he was happy with how things were. It wasn’t the way he thought things would turn out but he’s glad he has the opportunity to know his daughter now.

#tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby imagines #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders imagines #imagines #x reader #Peaky Blinders #Tommy Shelby

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teddy06writes · 4 years ago

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requested by this anon: “hey hey I was wondering if you could do dream x George x reader fantasy/royal au (bc I just read "for his hand" and I love it so much!!) where reader and dream go to battle but only dream returns from it. and he has to tell George that reader died. the more angst the better😝💅”

and also this one: “will there be a part 2 of For His Hand? It’s so good, i loved it!”

{Technically you don’t have to read part one but I would recommend it because this one takes place in the same universe}

Dream x George x reader

trigger warnings: swearing, yelling, major character death, aGnSt

premise: war breaks out near the borders of the SMP, you and Dream are sent ahead of the royal party to the front lines in an attempt to stop any further battles until a peace can be reached when disaster strikes, leaving your partners to deal with the repercussions.

{dude I’m like manically laughing right now}

(y/n/n)- your nickname

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“It was just skirmishes, here and there for the last few weeks,” Sam gestured to a few spots near the northern boarder on the map spread out across the table, before pointing to another in the center of the rest, “But then, yesterday there was a huge attack on the villages, and our military bases in this valley.”

You glanced around the room, from person to person, gauging there reactions.

George had visibly stiffened in his seat, and behind him Dream seemed equal tense.

“Have we taken any measures to fight back?” Sapnap asked impatiently.

“How bad are the damages?” George asked, ignoring him.

Eret looked down at the report they’d been given, “There seems to have been more pillaging than raiding, they were breaking into peoples house, causing general destruction and looting, when our forces attempted to stop them they began to fight. All in all 30 of ours were killed and there was an estimated 10,000 in damages.”

George frowned, as Niki spoke up, “We should pay the people reparation's and help them with any reconstruction that needs to be done.”

Many people nodded, but next to you Sapnap was still unhappy, “Are we doing anything about the invaders? We cannot just sit here and allow them to attack the people!”

“Pushing, pushing.” You muttered.

The king looked at him for a long moment, before turning to Callahan, the scribe, “Attempt to negotiate a peace. I don’t want anymore bloodshed to curse this land.”

The man beside you groaned, and you were quick to elbow him in the side and Sam ended the meeting and everyone began to file out of the room, hissing, “I don’t know how they do things where you’re from but that is no way to behave in an advisory meeting. Next time you pull that shit you won’t be allowed back to one.”

-You had taken the new coming warrior on as a sort of apprentice after he’d first arrived at the palace, and it was clear the change of pace wasn’t something he was ready for-

“They can’t just stand by! The King is a fool if he thinks a peace can be reached like this!”

You glared at him. “The King is no fool.”

“You only say that out of obligation.” Sapnap fired back.

You recoiled, burned, before crossing your arms and starting out of the room, “You may be a trained mercenary but you haven’t the faintest idea as to how to hold yourself among this crowd. It will be the death of you.”

He followed you back toward your office, listening as you continued, “King George is a good and just man, to say that he is a fool is to say the sun is square. He has wiped this kingdom clean of many years of bloodshed.

“The Kings advisors, and cabinet are kind, respectable people, you must remember to hold your tongue unless spoken too, and never say anything brash as you have done now, lest you make a greater fool of yourself.”

He huffed, “If I must stay silent in those meetings than how can I get my point across? Sending a messege to the enemy through force may be the only way!”

“Now you sound like Tommy, just as foolhardy and headstrong as the child,” You pushed the door to your office open, “I’m sure that Technoblade agrees with you, though he knows better than to speak freely.”

“If he agrees with me than perhaps it’s the right move.”

You turned to look at him quizzically, finally saying, “A wise king does not seek out war, no matter what his knights advise.”

Sapnap turned, “Then the lot of them are fools.”

“I have told you once to never disrespect the king, I suggest you don’t do it again. This land has seen it’s share of unjust rulers, be thankful you have not come here under worse authority.”

~~ That night, when the palace grew quiet, and the sky dark, you found yourself back in Dream’s quarters, an overtired, overstressed George having wedged himself between you two and refusing to move.

You sighed as Dream ran a hand through your sleeping partners hair, “He’s anxious.”

“I mean, can you blame him? War may be on the horizon.” Dream murmured.

“I meant even now- in the time of sleep. I think Sapnap is just adding fuel to the fire.”

Dream sighed, “If he has another outburst like that-”

“He’ll be cast out,” You nodded, “I know. He just needs to be willing to learn the way things go around here. In time he will learn.”

Your boyfriend chuckled to himself, “Fucking hotshot.”

“I think you’d like him, if you were able to spend more time with him.” You smiled.

“Well someone had to go snatch him up as an apprentice!”

“Well it was him or Ranboo, and Ranboo is far too- forgetful, for this sort of thing. I’d’ve had Tubbo but he and Tommy are a package set an you took ‘em.”

“What about Purpled?”

You rolled your eyes, “He started an apprenticeship with Punz ages ago.”

“SHHhhhhhhh, ‘m tryin’ to sleep.” George muttered, burying his face in your shoulder.

In the darkness of the chamber you could barley make out Dream’s eyes sparkling as he took your hand, “Course love, course.”

As the weeks continued the damages on the northern boarder only seemed to grow, the new invaders claiming three of the villages there own.

There was yet another large attack on the town that had been damaged the first time, this time a direct threat left etched on the walls, ‘You have made my people suffer, and now yours shall feel the same’

“Militia, both local and our own soldiers have taken it upon themselves to fight back, almost a hundred lived lost to each side.” The silence in the room grew deafening as Sam finished reading his report, not even Sapnap daring to speak.

“Your Majesty?” Bad hazarded, “What is our next course of action?”

George frowned, glancing around the room, “Peace is still the priority. Maybe- maybe we call a ceasefire, I could meet with there ruler-”

“No,” Dream interrupted, drawing all eyes to him, “It would be too dangerous. How do we know they can be trusted to lay down there arms?”

George shot him a look, “How do we know that we haven’t done anything to provoke them? Whatever we have done wrong we need to fix it. If we can work something out then people will be spared on both sides.”

“Shall we arrange for a ceasefire?” Eret asked.

The King nodded as Wilbur spoke up, “We could set up a meeting place, on neutral ground, possibly similar to the holy lands, so there would be no worry of a security breech.”

Dream seemed to relax at this, and then eyes were turned to you and Sapnap, representing the royal guard, “We can, but even so we should stay vigilant, perhaps send a group ahead with the runners to see too it.” You said, noting the gratitude on Dream’s face, as well as the slight annoyance on George’s.

“Well I see no one better to attend to the King’s safety than you,” Bad said, “You shall go with the party, and Technoblade with you, Sapnap can remain here to take over your day to day duties.”

The man in question quietly shot you a pleading look, at which you sighed, “With all do respect I think Sapnap could be better severing to the crown if he joined the running party.”

Bad glanced around to the others, looking for any objections before shrugging, “We can find someone else to do the work. So that’ll be you, Technoblade, Sapnap, and we can send the usual scouting party, and Sam shall go with again.”

~~ The next morning found you suiting up and heading out to the stables to tack up your horse. Techno was already down there, idly chatting with Phil as he readied Carl for the journey, and out in the courtyard you could see Sapnap talking to two men.

“Good morning, (y/n)!” Phil chirped, waving your direction.

“Morning Phil.” You moved down the row, reaching out and letting Beckerson nuzzle into your palm.

After getting your horse cared for and saddled, the rest of the party had headed out of the stables as your partners entered.

George took your hand, “Don’t start any more trouble.”

“Sounds like your talking to Dream not me.” You chuckled.

“Hey!” Dream protested.

“I’m not wrong!” You teased.

George rolled his eyes, quickly pulling you in for a kiss, “Make things good for me to be out there.”

“Stay out of trouble.” Dream advised, pulling you away from George to kiss you himself.

“You underestimate me.” You smirked, grabbing Bekerson’s reigns.

Dream rolled his eyes as you started to lead the horse out of the stable, calling, “And stay safe!”

“I’ll see you in five days!” You chuckled, heading out of the stables and quickly mounting your horse, kicking at his sides to catch up with the others.

~~ The last three days had been spent anxiously waiting, and now the journey to the norther board was coming to a close.

Dream rode alongside the carriage, eyes following the strange trail of smoke on the horizon; something was wrong, he could feel it.

The quiet, almost calm of the morning was slowly being cut through by a growing noise, and then finally shattered as one of the runners sent ahead to signal their arrival came crashing through the trees looking panicked.

“What’s going on?” Punz asked.

“They attacked! They broke the ceasefire!”

Dream’s brain surged with panic as he turned to where George and his advisors were starting to climb out of the carriage asking why they had stopped, “Turn around! It isn’t safe here! Go! Punz! Tommy! Ponk! Get them out of here!”

Before he could even stop to see if they were following his orders he was rushing forward down the road, urging Spirit to go faster as the road widened into the village.

Dream was met with nothing but chaos, the royal insignia’s on the tents set up in the field were aflame, and the clashing of swords filled his ears as the royal army and the few commoners who could fought back against the pillaging people.

“About time you showed up!” Sapnap yelled from halfway across the field, “We could use some fucking help!”

“No shit!” Dream yelled back, dismounting and unsheathing his sword.

Almost immediately another person came barley towards him, throwing him into combat.

He cut his way across the field, taking down people here and there, still searching the carnage for you.

Eventually he made it to where Sapnap had just disarmed and knocked out another opponent, “Where are they?”

His eyes danced around the wreckage, “Could be anywhere, saw ‘em trying to get the townspeople out of the way.”

Dream cursed, running off the direction of the village, calling you name.

The fighting continued, the addition of the extra royal guardsmen helping turn the tide of the battle, though Dream still couldn’t locate you on the battle field.

As the remaining invaders began to retreat, and the royal troops beginning to recoop be demanded, “Has anyone seen (y/n)?!”

“Last I saw they were on the ridge sir.” Someone said.

Dream nodded, quickly turning to head the direction they had pointed as they all went back to collecting the villagers from there hiding places.

The little valley seemed all too quiet as Dream climbed toward the ridge, the sounds of another skirmish erupting into the air.

Taking off at a sprint he made it up the hill to find you locked in combat with another warrior.

You panted, throwing up you shield to block another strike from his axe before shoving forward and swing your sword at his spear wielding hand.

He wasn’t excepting this, and the spear clatter out of his hand, the shock on his face giving you enough momentum to keep pushing forward, throwing attack after attack at the man as he edged backward.

You had just managed to shove him to the ground when a cry broke your attention.

“(Y/N)!!”

You turned to see Dream, smiling, words starting to form on your lips as a spear suddenly drove through your chest.

“NO!!!!!” Dream shrieked, charging forward and quickly slashing at the mans throat before turning to where you had fallen in the grass.

“T-that one was your fault.” You mumbled as he did his best to pull your shaking body into his arms.

“I know,” tears flooded his eyes, “It’s gonna be okay, I’m gonna get help.”

You did your best to smile through your fear, “What would George say if he saw you here cuddling me without him? Huh?”

“(Y/n)....”

“Bad time for a joke I guess,” you shaky voice was disrupted by a painful cough wracking your body, “Never really planned on being ran through with a spear this morning.”

Dream had resolved to muteness, watching you life slip away and out of his grasp with a murmured, “I’m sorry.”

“Your highness, news of the boarder war has returned.”

George looked up as Wilbur ushered a scarily calm Technoblade and an all too quiet Dream into the room, “What is it? Where’s (y/n)?”

“Their gone,” Dream sounded all too hollow, “Th- they aren’t coming back.”

George froze and Techno sighed, “I think I’m gonna leave you alone to sort this out. C’mon Wilbur.”

The doors closed slowly behind them as Dream moved closer to the throne, quietly pulling a distraught George into his arms.

“Th- they died in my arms. I- I couldn’t stop it.”

George wipped at silent tears, “We’re going to make them pay.”

A funeral was planned and attended, everyone leaving the King and his Knight space to breath as they remained standing by the grave.

“Tomorrow.” George said with finality, “Tomorrow we make them pay.”

Dream nodded, looking down at the copy of the note that had been sent to the enemy:

‘Holy water cannot stop me now, a thours and armies couldn’t keep me out. I don’t want your money, I don’t want your crown, see I’ve come to burn your kingdom down’

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #dreamwastaken x reader #Georgenotfound x reader #dream x George x reader #teddy06 writes

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scoobydoobeedootoilet · 4 years ago

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Dream SMP Genshin Impact AU

because I love genshin and also dsmp

Dream is one of the 11 harbingers so he is able and willing to fuck shit up

has an Anemo Vision but wishes he had Pyro because it is so so cold in Snezhnaya

enables Sapnap because warmth beats property damage

in reality, he makes great use of his Vision, all light-foot and grace, dealing with his opponents as swiftly as the wind that blessed him

he is rarely seen without a mask, which he claims is to preserve his anonymity

Sapnap and George think he's just dramatic

Sapnap and Dream grew up together as Snezhnaya's infamous chaos duo

only Dream got into the harbingers but that doesn't mean Sapnap isn't dangerous in his own right

a part of the Fatui himself, adept at combat to be sure, he solves his way through problems with sheer strength or arson, whichever works best at the moment

Dream brings him everywhere for harbinger business anyway so he's pretty much in already, despite not being officially recognized

although Dream and Sapnap are part of the Fatui, they aren't entirely loyal to the Tsaritsa, though nobody but them is aware of this fact

they consider themselves a force of their own and they wouldn't be completely wrong in that assessment

they meet George on a harbinger business trip to Fontaine

an up and coming idol in Fontaine, although nobody really knows what George does, everyone is captivated nontheless

all snark and no bite, immediately at odds with Sapnap (it's a front, they actually get along really well), and Dream is intrigued

despite his lack of talent with combat, he's a pretty good healer with his Hydro Vision, even saving Dream and Sapnap's life a couple of times

the chaos duo becomes the chaos trio which will then be known as the Dream Team and the rest is history

(though how Dream managed to bring two people on supposedly confidential harbinger missions without serious repercussions is a mystery)

Technoblade crosses paths with them a few times and a friendly rivalry forms between him and Dream

it really is friendly, although no one believes them because they decimate everything around them when they spar

after traumatizing every animal in the vicinity of Springvale (ticking off the hunters because no one can catch anything anymore but no one's really willing to deliver admonishments to Dream and Technoblade), they part ways, with Techno heading back to Mondstadt, where he grew up

nobody really knows where and why Techno came to be, this boy with boar-like features found near Dawn Winery with barely any memory but if catboys exist, well who's to say pigmen don't?

the citizens of Mondstadt decide that someone should foster him for the time being and Philza (though most just call him Phil), volunteered for the task

the fostering turns into adoption and voila, Phil is officially a father

Phil doesn't have a Vision but he is Mondstadt's most consistent gliding champion and a seasoned adventurer

he teaches Techno what he learned of combat in his time adventuring and techno surpasses his father in skill and soon enough, most everyone in Mondstadt

Techno doesn't have a Vision either, a fact often met with surprise and disbelief because oh Archons how did this guy manage to demolish everyone without a Vision

Techno will tell you to not wait for the gods to give you a Vision of your own and run on spite instead, a much more reliable motivator

following in his father's footsteps, he signs up at the adventurer's guild and bids adieu to his family to go smash some mitachurl heads in

speaking of family, meet his brother, Wilbur

another orphan Phil decided to call his own, Wilbur was adopted after Techno despite being older which led to a lot of "no I'm the older brother" disputes growing up

found near Starsnatch Cliff with a broken lyre still sparking with Electro energy and vague memories of running away and people wanting to take his Vision

Wilbur was pretty much mute for the first few months of his fostering with Phil until Phil gives him a new lyre to replace the one he was found with, when he started opening up

today he's Mondstadt's favorite bard, oozing with charisma and definitely living up to the stereotype

"I heard Wilbur tried to fuck a fish in Cider Lake the other week?" "We don't question it, it's better that way."

despite fish intercourse rumors, Wilbur retains the support of the city, to the point where he tried to start a government while drunk and people were still agreeing with him

Techno put a stop to this before it got out of hand

"Wilbur, it's the City of Freedom, it doesn't need a government. Have you learned nothing from Venessa??"

"anyone caught forming governments will be drop kicked into Cider Lake, am I understood?"

people are more afraid of Techno than they like Wilbur

Wil came home with this little runt of a child once, asking him to form a band with him (the answer was a resolute no)

nevertheless, the child kept coming back, often to bother Wilbur about something which Techno sometimes got dragged into as well

"Tommy for the last time, nobody is willing to form an adventuring team with you as you are 10 years old and a hilichurl could eat you for breakfast and it still wouldn't be full."

Tommy has actual living and breathing parents but Phil still considers him his son and Wilbur and Techno treat him as their brother

he knows how to play the piano hence the band invite to Wilbur but what he really wants to do is be an adventurer

not a Knight of Favonius because, "they're all stuck up, prissy, arses"

(they really aren't, Tommy is just fond of activities that more often than not grant him another scolding from the Knights)

so he asks Techno to train him in secret which he does but the mastery of Cryo was all up to Tommy since Techno doesn't know how Visions work

(leaving Tommy to figure out things himself is a hit-and-miss type of deal; he's a bright boy but the results of his ideas range from helpful to disastrous)

Tommy learns eventually and signs up for his first adventuring deal with his best friend Tubbo, a few years after Techno leaves for his own gig

(they meet on a joint commission once and Tommy sobbed into Techno's shirt, saying that he missed him while he was away. Tommy will never admit to this now but Tubbo can gladly vouch)

I might add more people in the future because this is already vv long gn

#look i know this is just dream team + sleepy bois but this is already way longer than I expected so ill add when i want to lmao #or you can add ur own!#idrc go crazy #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap #dream team #wilbur soot #technoblade #philza #tommyinnit #tubbo #sleepy bois inc #genshin impact #mcyt #dream smp #ahaha fuck coherent tenses dude idc #dsmp genshin au

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childishfluff · 4 years ago

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Three Littles, Two Stacks of TNT, and A Boring Day- [Dream SMP Agere/CGLRE Fic]//Littles!Tommy,Tubbo, and Karl+CG!Wilbur

Summary: What happens when the three littles of the SMP (Tommy, Tubbo, and Karl) somehow end up without supervision and two stolen stacks of TNT? Nothing good, surely.

A/N: This whole thing is basically: toddler/kiddo regressor!Tommy causing chaos because he's bored and dragging his friends into it. also, this takes place before the L'manburg election, so things haven't gone to shit yet, everyone's just vibing. Also also! This is meant to portray the characters the streamers play in the smp, not the real people. If anyone involved says anything about being uncomfortable with this type of content I will take it down and/or modify it appropriately.

It wasn't a secret that Tommy liked chaos.

This didn't change when he was in the mindset of a kid, either. Sure, when he was thinking like a toddler, he was much more calm. Cuddly, he was good even. But if he was anywhere over 6 years old, he was bound to get into trouble. That's why Wilbur was there, to keep him (and Tubbo), out of trouble, even if that didn't work very well.

Of course, Tommy had regressed the one day Wilbur was busy with responsibilities involving L'manburg, assuring the older man that he'd be fine on his own. The moment Wilbur had left him to his own devices, Tommy was looking for Tubbo.

He found him sitting in a patch of grass, weaving together flowers into a crown. Tubbo could only be described as soft while he was little. He was younger then Tommy most of the time, and he always needed some form of guidance.

Which is why it was a bit odd that he was alone.

"Tommy!" Tubbo made grabby hands towards his friend immediately, setting the flower crown on the ground and jumping up. "Wilbur's busy n' m' aloneee," Tubbo pouted, pulling him into a hug. Tommy knew that he was next in line to Wilbur when it came to caring for Tubbo.

Tommy wasn't planning to be little or anything today. He just wanted to grab his friend, and go cause some form of chaos with the explosive devices he may or may not have stolen from Dream. He could cause chaos with a toddler, right?

"Tubbo, do you wanna hang out with me today?" Tommy asked. Tubbo's face lit up, and he nodded quickly.

"Mhm, mhm, mhm!" he giggled a bit, before dragging Tommy behind him back over to the grass he was sitting in. Tubbo wore a white shirt, and pastel yellow overalls, with little bees stitched into them. The outfit was undeniably adorable. Tubbo plopped down, returning to his process of making a flower crown.

There was one problem with Tommy attempting to take care of Tubbo. Tubbo being little almost always made Tommy little. His immediate response to being around his toddler-minded friend was to act as his older, protective, bad influence friend. Tommy would get them into trouble, but also keep him safe.

He could still be that while big, right?

"Yous feelin' small too, Toms?" Tubbo spoke in a high-pitched babyish voice that everyone knew all too well. Most people in the SMP would just leave them alone if they had nothing nice to say if they came across them while little. For the longest time, Wilbur and Techno would protect the only two littles they knew in the land.

More recently, though, Karl revealed himself as a little to them. He didn't make a point to keep it a secret, he just didn't see it to be relevant until he was really bored and he saw that they were little too and he just really wanted someone to play with.

"Noooo," Tommy shook his head quickly, holding out his word as if it'd make it more true.

"B-but I wanna play! Can we play please?" Tubbo pouted. He paused his crown-making process to give Tommy a pleading look.

"I wanted to do something fun today, but it's kinda scary..." he trailed off. Tubbo tilted his head, so Tommy leaned closer, speaking just so he could hear as if anyone else was listening. There were a few people nearby, due to the fact that they were sitting in grass near the main path that connected almost everything throughout the SMP, but no one close enough to listen in on their words.

"I have TNT. I wanted to blow up something." Tommy told him.

Tubbo gasped, his eyes going wide. "You're gonna get in trouble! Wilbur's gonna put you in timeout for a million-bajillion years!" he exclaimed dramatically, causing Tommy to giggle. When had he started giggling? Why was he suddenly acting like a child?

"Not if I don't get caught," Tommy corrected, shaking his head. "You in?"

Tubbo shook his head. "Don't wanna get in twouble." He tied off his flower crown, made up of plants with purple petals, observing his new creation in his hands.

"Come oooon," Tommy whined, pouting a bit. "If we get caught, I'll take da blame, okay? It'll be fun! We'll blow something up!" He spoke in an excited tone, trying to coax him.

"Explosions are cool!" Another voice joined the conversation, another guy approaching them. "What are we talking about?" Karl asked, sitting down in a crossed leg position. Karl was like Tommy. He could get as little as Tubbo, or as big as Tommy's real age. Sometimes, regressing back just a few years could help.

Right now though, it was easily to tell that he felt like a kid. He looked about as old at Tommy felt, with his blue hoodie and simple sweatpants. He could pass as a big kid if it weren't for his demeanor, and the stickers across his face. Multicolored hearts and stars danced across his cheeks like freckles, obviously placed there to make him look more childlike.

"I have some of Dream's TNT. I wanted to blow shit up!" Tommy cheered, not bothering with the whole 'whispering' thing anymore. None of the littles caught it, but Badboyhalo was walking by when he shouted that, sending a concerned glance their way. He'd be sure to find Wilbur soon and let him know that the boys were little and looking for trouble.

"Toms! No bad words!" Tubbo whined. "We should just all be good babies and keep making flower crowns!" Tubbo huffed, looking between Karl and Tommy hopefully. They both disagreed.

"Flower crowns are boringgg." Karl said, upsetting the younger little quite a bit, who held his flower crown close to his chest. As if he was "protecting" it from Karl.

"There's nothing else to do!" Tubbo claimed, huffing and dropping the crown onto his own head of fluffy hair.

"Which is why we need to find something to do. Cause chaos! Set shit on fire!" Tommy stated, obviously little at this point. He was lingering about 10 or 11, the perfect age to advocate for anarchy. "Break every rule! And then hide it so that we don't get in trouble."

"I'm in!" Karl stated. Karl didn't really have anything to lose. He didn't have any official caregiver. And therefore, no one to tell him what to do. He could get into all the trouble he wanted with no consequences whatsoever. Tommy looked to Tubbo.

"Since Wilbur is busy, I'm technically in charge of you. And I can't leave you alone," Tommy pointed out, pouting in an attempt to convince him. "Please, Tubs? You'll be da best friend ever!" he exclaimed.

Tubbo hesitated, before nodding slowly. "B-but we has to go get me somet'ing," he mumbled.

"What do you need?" Karl questioned, tilting his head and examining the other little.

"Paci and stuffie," Tubbo said shyly, bringing his thumb to his lip.

"Oh," Tommy said, "Mkay. Baby stuff for Tubs, then chaos!" he decided, jumping up out of his spot. Tommy was clad in his usual red and white shirt, and normal pants. "I want overalls too. Can I borrow some of yours?" he asked, looking to his, currently smaller, buddy.

Tubbo nodded, taking his hand when he outstretched it, standing up. Karl got up as well. Tommy felt uncomfortable in his current clothes, feeling to...big? He wanted to have something childish about his outfit too, like Tubbo's flower crown or Karl's stickers! Overalls would have to do the trick.

They made their way back into L'manburg, retrieving the stuff they needed and successfully escaping without anyone seeing them. "Look at me!" Tommy said, spinning around as he walked, newly clad in black overalls over his usual shirt. "Anyways...we most plan," he hummed, looking around as he walked down the main path.

Karl held Tubbo's hand, leading him behind them. The three year old held a bee plushie in his free arm, a yellow decorated pacifier sitting in his mouth. "We could get food at the Catfe, and plan there!" Karl suggested.

Big Karl had helped build the cat-themed cafe himself, and he had no doubt that Eret would give them some food. "We can't tell him what we're doing, boys. He'll go straight to Wilby," Tommy told them, taking the route he knew would lead them to the cafe. "We need to get food, hopefully with no charge because I only have TNT on me, go to a far corner of the place, and discuss our plans."

Tommy spoke ever so seriously in his childlike voice, his fellow little companions agreeing to his plans. He treated this whole thing like a super important mission, the goal being that he got to see something explode, and the worst possible outcome being that Wilbur caught him.

"Hi, Eret!" Karl swung open the door, greeting the person behind the counter. He looked over the three boys, immediately coming to the conclusion that they were all regressed.

"Shouldn't you boys be with a caregiver? Where's Wilbur? Should I call him?" Eret questioned, rummaging around for their phone.

"No!" Tommy interrupted. Eret gave him a curious glance, seemingly concerned. "Wilby's busy," he said, calmer and more innocently, blinking at him with a slightly babyish pout. "We don't want to interrupt him."

Tommy's whole 'innocent act' actually worked pretty well on Eret. "Are you sure, sweetie? I don't think he'd mind if-"

"Nope! Please don't call him," Tommy grabbed Karl and Tubbo quickly, dragging them out of the shop without another word.

"Why'd you do that? I wanted fooood," Karl whined, still following Tommy as he was dragged along. Tommy didn't reply at first, waiting until they were a good distance away to stop and face his two confused friends.

"New plan, we don't plan," he said, only confusing them further as he took a deep breath. "We don't have time for that. Eret's gonna call Wilbur and I want to blow something up before I have to sit in the timeout corner for seventeen billion years. Kay?"

"If we run far enough, we might be able to get it done and cover it up. And we can come up with something to tell Wilbur, so you get in less trouble," Karl suggested, looking behind him and acting as their guard.

"Good idea," Tommy nodded a bit. "Think as we go. Follow me, we're gonna put these in a hill far away, though blowing up a building would be cool," he sighed. He knew that blowing up a building would only get him in trouble with the owners on said building, so he settled on creating a totally non-suspicious hole in the ground.

It'd still be cool.

As they walked off, away from the SMP and any sort of building, Tubbo seemed to get increasingly nervous. Wilbur was gonna be really mad and he didn't want Wilbur to be mad at him! He didn't want Tommy getting in trouble either!

Plus, they had a rule that they were supposed to stay within the main SMP and L'manburg while little, and around an adult they could ask for help if they needed it. "We're not supposed to go dis far, Tommy," Tubbo said, as Tommy placed TNT along the outside of a small hill, that was flat on the top.

"Yeah, and? I stole, am doing something "dangerous", and I lied to an adult." Tommy shrugged, coming over and patting Tubbo's head softly. Karl came back from setting down the last of the TNT, approaching the area they stood at a little bit away. Tommy prepared to light the dynamite.

"I'm already in lots of trouble."

Tommy's actions were interrupted by a stern, obviously disappointed voice approaching them.

"Damn right you are."

Everyone paused, no one knowing what to say. Tommy shifted in place sheepishly, looking down at his feet. He broke the silence, speaking in the same fake ever-so-innocent tone he did with Eret.

"Hi, Wilby. How was work?"

"You interrupted my work, stole from the enemy, put yourself and your friends in danger, and broke so many other rules," Wilbur paced around the room, Tommy watching him from the chair he sat in in the corner. Tommy was nervous, even though he knew that the punishments couldn't possibly be that bad. "All in the name of what? Chaos?" he scoffed, running his fingers through his hair as he took a breath.

He looked to Tommy, "What do you have to say for yourself?" he asked. "You're big enough to know that you shouldn't have done that. Shit, Tubbo, who's mentally three right now, knew that what you did was wrong. Do you have any explanation?"

Tommy shook his head, looking down. His eyes teared up as he panicked. He deserved this. He did something wrong and now he was being lectured. Yeah, it was scary. But he was in trouble, he couldn't do anything to fix this.

It was his fault.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you, Tommy," Wilbur instructed, speaking rather harshly. Tommy glanced up, locking his teary eyes with Wilbur's disappointed ones.

"m' sorry," he sobbed out, bringing his thumb to his lip. When he was smaller, he listened better. He just wanted to be good for Wilbur. So it made a little sense that when Wilbur scolded him for not being good, his first response was to regress to a headspace where he was more likely too.

Wilbur sighed, coming forward to his chair, crouching down to his height. "Shh, shh, you're okay," he cooed, pulling him into a tight and cuddly hug. When he pulled away, he used his hands to brush away Tommy's tears. "You broke a lot of rules today, but I think you understand that. I'm gonna ask you to apologize to Dream, when you're big again. Tubbo and Karl too. And Eret."

"Das..." Tommy trailed off, looking down to his hand and finger counting. "4! 4 sowwy's." he nodded, as if assuring himself that he was right.

"Mhm," Wilbur hummed in affirmation. "And next time you feel small while I'm busy, can you try and follow the 'stay by an adult' rule? If it wasn't for Eret and Bad, you guys could've really got hurt. Things like this are the reason why we don't leave littles unsupervised," Wilbur chuckled, tapping the button of Tommy's nose and getting him to smile. He leaned closer to him, speaking more quietly as if his next words were a secret.

"Especially not with TNT."

Tommy giggled, not crying anymore. "M' sorry," he mumbled again, apologizing despite the fact that he didn't have to.

"You're alright. New rule, no explosives in littlespace, okay?"

Tommy nodded, wondering if there was more to his punishment. "More twouble?" he asked, slipping his thumb into his mouth. Wilbur tsked, pulling it away from his mouth before replying to the baby's question.

"Until further notice, your restricted to L'manburg while little, okay? You have to ask to go outside of those walls, and if you do, I'll be with you. Don't get upset if Tubbo gets to go play in places that you don't, okay?"

Tommy whined, upset by this. Karl wasn't allowed in L'manburg. We wanted to be able to see his little friend. It'd really suck if something dumb that he did was was ended their already short friendship. "B-but Karl-" he stuttered out.

Wilbur interrupted him, "Is allowed in L'manburg now." he finished for him. Tommy tilted his head curiously, obviously a little confused. Wilbur took his hands in his, giving the little a serious look.

"You might be in trouble, but I would never stop you from seeing one of your friends as a punishment. Even if they're American," he joked, only earning a slight smile from Tommy. "I'm only making you stay in L'manburg because it's easier to have people keep an eye on you here. If there's anything you want me to bring in for you, I can. We'll slowly extend how far you can go over the next few days, okay?"

Tommy nodded, humming. "Das it?" he brought his thumb back to his mouth, pouting when it was pulled away again.

"Yep," Wilbur confirmed, standing up properly and lifting Tommy onto his hip. "We'll worry about those 4 'sowwy's' later, yeah? How about we go out and play with Tubs and Karl?"

He walked over to another part of the room, locating Tommy's pacifier. He lifted it to Tommy's lips, the boy taking it into his mouth before burying his face in Wilbur's shoulder. After a moment, he was sat on the ground. "Wilby," he whined in response to the loss of affection. He looked up to a stuffed cow being held just above his head. He giggled, taking in and lowering it into his arms, hugging it close.

"Can you get up and walk for me, sweetheart?" Wilbur asked, reaching out his hand to help the toddler-minded boy up. Tommy pouted, shaking his head and making grabby hands for the carer. Wilbur sighed with a chuckle, lifting him back up. He brought him outside, where Tubbo and Karl were already waiting.

As soon as Wilbur set him near them, he was attacked with hugs by the other two littles. "Look, Toms! I made you a crown too!" Tubbo giggled around his paci, hovering the white petaled flower craft above Tommy's head. Tommy gave a slight nod, allowing him to plop it onto his head.

Tommy giggled, noticing that Karl had a blue one. "We're all flower princes!" Karl exclaimed, seemingly a bit younger now as well. With the crazy day that they had, it wasn't shocking that they regressed a bit younger.

No more TNT, or rule breaking. Just flower crowns and friends, in cuddle piles with stuffies and snacks. It was much more calm, with no more Tommy induced chaos. Though, if you said anything to him about his rule breaking and chaos creating habits while big, he'd defend his bratty behavior with just a few words...

"It's not my fault it's boring around here."

A/N: so uh...this is the first agere thing I've written for this fandom, making this one the fourth fandom I've written littlespace stuff for? I really hope I did well portraying the characters and the dynamics between them. I honestly didn't mean for it to be as tommy-centric as it was but I kinda feel like it made the most sense given the plot and how things play out. I also made a point to show how one of his main traits while big, starting conflict and chaos with others when he's bored, translated into his littlespace. Did I do a good job at that? Just reply with/reblog with/send an ask with your thoughts on anything and maybe request something? I can't guarantee that I'll get to it/that I will feel comfortable writing it but I can try!

#dream team smp #dream smp #tommyinnit #karl jacobs #tubbo #wilbur soot #badboyhalo #he's mentioned like once #eret #dream smp agere #dream smp age regression #little!tommyinnit #little!tubbo #little!karl #cg!wilbur

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keanan1501 · 4 years ago

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Notable swaps: Dream & Tubbo, Fundy & Ranboo, DreamXD & Micheal

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentioned child death, attempted child murder, intrusive thoughts

Short synopsis: Tubbo escapes prison and heads to Logsteadshire to deal with Dream once and for all, instead he finds something intresting in Logsteadshire... or should i say someone? Tubbo swings his sword in a lazy arch, a pleased grin on his face as the sword's enchantments hum under his hand "This is perfect" he breathes, turning to face his three companions with a bright smile "You three did wonderfully! Sam, consider your debt repayed" The creeper hybrid huffs, eyeing Tubbo as if the younger male was nothing but dirt beneath his shoes "Whatever, just don't expect me to come running when that cranky hog starts chasing" Tubbo giggles, grabbing Sam's arm and pulling him down, allowing Tubbo to pet Sam like one would pet a dog, the ram hybrid is blissfully ignorant of the creeper hissing in protest "Awe, Sam~ It almost sounds like you care for me~" he coos, and his bright smile transforms into something more sinister "Let Techno come, i escaped his 'unescapeable' prison after all. There's nothing that stupid pig can do that i can't counter"

Sam nods, a short and tight one, before he turns around and takes a few steps away from the group "Also, Tubbo. Keep away from Fundy, or else" Tubbo blinks, tilting his head slightly as Sam walks off, he'd known Fundy had moved in with Sam and Ponk shortly after L'manburg exploded, but for someone like Sam, who had rumors surrounding him about his heartlessness, warming up to the cheeky fox hybrid? That was something he didn't expect, he could feel excitement bubbling inside of him, Fundy was his little spy, and Sam and Ponk were both very powerful people, if his motto wasn't "the higher the risk the better the reward" he would have felt fear, unfortunately for Sam and Ponk, he only sees this as a challenge.

"Tubbo, everything alright?" right, he isn't alone. "I'm fine, just scheming" Tubbo shrugs Purpled's concern off, and smiles at Tommy, who is looking at him like he hung the moon and stars just for the blond, maybe he had, the white streak in Tommy's hair certainly proved he had. A small chuckle escapes his lips as he thought back to his now dead ally, Quackity, the duck hybrid had given him the revive book, allowing him to bring his two favorite toys back to life after their deaths, both now sporting a white streak amongst their usual brown and blond hair, proudly showing off the fact that they belong to him, that they're his toys, and noone else could ever hope to claim them.

Sure, Wilbur would have protested with every inch of his being if he could hear Tubbo now, but Tommy had accepted it, embraced it even, all he has to do is give Wilbur a nudge in the right direction, and his favorite toy will fall back into place, just like he'd done during exile. And Tubbo knows exactly how to give said first nudge, who better to target than Wilbur's best friend, his emotional support, his other half, his Dream?

Tubbo digs inside of his pocket, taking out a slightly dented but otherwise beautiful and functioning compass, the words "your Wilbur" carved into it with so much care, Tubbo could insult Phantommy in a lot of different ways, but he can't help but compliment the late ghost's designing skills and steady hands. Phantommy had given the compass to Dream, giving a similar one to Wilbur, except Wilbur's was labled with "your Dream" during exile, Tubbo wanted to tear Phantommy a new one right then and there, but he knew better. Phantommy wasn't Tommy, of course the silly ghost would think Wilbur belonged to Dream, he simply made a mistake, Wilbur belonged to Tubbo, not to Dream! So when Dream, Schlatt and Ranboo were attacked by a horde of creepers Tubbo swooped in and stole the compass, giving it to its rightful owner.

"I'm going to give a short visit to everyone's least favorite president" Tubbo announces, clicking the compass shut and stuffing it back into his pocket "Tommy, i trust you can distract Wilbur and Fundy long enough for me to have a pleasant chat with Dream?" the blond nods quickly, and Tubbo affectionately rolls his eyes, Tommy knows his place as Tubbo's toy, but even Tubbo is sometimes suprised by how much Tommy wants to please his "hero". The poor boy hadn't learned a thing in Pogtopia, had he? As soon as someone more powerful comes along Tubbo would drop Tommy like a stone, but until then Tubbo could enjoy soaking in the pure wonder and awe Tommy has for him.

The blond scurries off, and Tubbo turns to Purpled, smirks and winks, which causes the purple-hoodied male to grumble in either disgust or adoration, Tubbo liked to believe it is the latter "Don't forget i left Ranboo at the alter for you!" Tubbo shouts teasingly as he runs off, laughing as he could hear Purpled make fake gagging noises, definitely disgust.

The trek from the prison to Dream's new village... what was it called again? Logsteadshire or something? wasn't long, and Tubbo cringed as the buildings came into view. Sure, the odd mish-mash of dirt, stone, wood and diamond were passable as houses, but Dream never did have the best eye for design. Tubbo was glad Dream let Schlatt, Ranboo, Fundy, Ponk and Techno do most of the rebuilding for L'manburg, Blood God knows what Tubbo would have done if that stupid country was filled with Dream's odd shacks.

He wasn't here to bash on Dream, he was here to get his armor and weapons back, most notablely his sword "Wasp's Stinger" otherwise known as one of, if not the, most powerful weapon in his land. The dry sand crunches under his feet as he walks confidently across the sand, he could see Eret's kid, Junior, peeking out of one of the holes in the second biggest dirt shack, which must mean that Dream lives in the biggest shack.

Tubbo throws the door open with reckless abandon, walking in to the space like one would walk into their own house, he knows Dream isn't home yet, a good predator waits for their prey after all. He plops down on the couch, his ram ears perking up as the couch lets out a creaking noise, he can't help but wonder if the couch is older than him.

Then he freezes as hurried footsteps thunder down the stairs. Had he been wrong? Is Dream home? Is someone else here to housesit?

"Daddy! Daddy! Look!" Tubbo relaxes as a young ocelot hybrid comes around the corner, the kid couldn't be older then three, which means there is no threat. The kid is beaming, eyes screwed shut and a large droopy smile on their face as the kid proudly holds up a drawing containing four stick figures.

"I'm not your dad, kid" Tubbo chuckles "Sorry to disappoint you" the kid gasps and their round big cat ears pin back, their green eyes wide with both curiosity and fear. Tubbo blinks, and suddenly the ocelot hybrid is gone, and in their place is a ziglin, looking at him like Tubbo was the savior of the world, back then it had felt nice to have someone depend on him, now? It fills his chest with a burning emotion he can't quite place, a mix between grief, anger, confusion and betrayal. Michael can't look at him anymore, so why is he still looking at Micheal?

"Come sit kid, i won't hurt you" Tubbo pats the seat next to him, kids tended to overshare, he was going to use the kid to get some info on Dream, that was all, he wasn't being nice because the kid reminds him of Micheal, he's just being tactical. The kid slowly shuffles over, clutching the drawing like a lifeline, once the kid decides they're close enough he stops, and Tubbo leans forewards to inspect the drawing.

For a three year old he had to give the kid props, the lines looked good and he could make out who was who. Dream and Fundy are standing close together, the kid inbetween them, Wilbur is off to the side, but just like the three in the foreground the kid had drawn him with the biggest smile.

"Who did you draw?" Tubbo asks, looking at the kid with a genuinely curious expression, the kid glows at the question, and points to each stick figure in turn "That's my papa Dre! That's my daddy Funwy! And un'le Wilby! And me!" Tubbo nods, a small smile on his face, so what if the kid reminds him of Michael, noone would get hurt if he entertains the kid for a bit, right?

"Owl?" the kid asks, poking Tubbo in the leg and Tubbo chuckles "I'm not a owl, i'm a ram" he helpfully informs the kid, who pouts in response "Owl?" the kid asks again "You want to go see Wilbur?" Tubbo asks back, knowing Wilbur's wings were often compared to those of a owl, but the kid shakes their head, grabs a book, and flips through the pages. The kid holds up the book and presses it against Tubbo's face "Owl?" Tubbo backs away a bit so he can read the words on the page, it's a classic toddlers book, going over different animal sounds, and a lightbulb turns on in Tubbo's head "Are you asking me who i am?"

The kid nods, gleeful that Tubbo finally understands "I'm Tubbo, can you try saying my name?" Tubbo crouches next to the kid, gently grabbing the kid's hand and writes each letter of his name on the kid's palm, as the kid reads them out loud "T-u-b-b-o" a second of silence "T'bbi!" the kid cries victoriously, and Tubbo just puts his arms up in celebration with the kid, not having the heart to correct them.

"T'bbi, out?" the kid asks, looking at him with the biggest puppy eyes Tubbo's ever seen, how does this kid know his one weakness? Tubbo signs but smiles, opening the door, the kid rushes out and throws themself into the sand, letting out a screech of excitement "Daddy and papa do not let me out!" the kid babbles, making sand hills with such vigor that Tubbo can't help but admire the kid.

Would Micheal be like that if he'd hadn't...? His hand twitches. It was Dream's fault. The handle of his sword felt cold against his hand. He could get revenge. He takes a step forewards, his sword hanging limply by his side, when did he take it out of the scabbard? He could make Dream feel the same pain, the same dark spiral that he went through. His eyes flicker across the kid's body, quickly finding every weak point that would ensure a quick and painless death. He wasn't heartless, he wouldn't let the kid suffer. He puts his hand on the kid's cheek, the kid leans in to the touch, leaving their neck vulnerable. He wasn't a monster like Dream, he wouldn't leave the kid to bleed out, scared and alone.

He snaps from his thoughts as he feels something rumble beneath his hand, his ears face towards the kid, flicking whenever he could pick up on the faint sound of purring. Tubbo quickly sheaths his sword, noone deserves to go through the loss of a child, not even his greatest enemy. He lets out a sigh and pats the kid on the head, the kid purring even louder.

His ears flick backwards, and he realizes someone is approaching, probably either Fundy or Dream, and as much as he wanted to stick around and taunt the two, the ocelot kid was too young to get wrapped up in their silly game of chess. "Hey kid? I have to go" the kid whines as Tubbo pulls his hand back, short stubby arms reach out to his hand, trying to grab hold of it, but Tubbo is faster, he jumps up and silently runs to the other side of house that the approaching person is coming from. He could hear the kid yell "Daddy!" loudly, the kid's feet kick up sand as they run towards Fundy, the fox hybrid's orange hair standing out against the pale sand "XD?!" Fundy asks, worry coating his tone like Tubbo coats things he likes with honey "How did you get outside?! Is Dream here?!"

"T'bbi!" the kid answers simply, and Tubbo could almost see the fear rolling off of Fundy in waves "Y-you aren't try-ing to say Tubbo, are you?" the kid doesn't answer verbally, but from Fundy's sharp intake of breath he could tell the kid confirmed Fundy's words.

"Tubbo?! I know you're here! I'm calling Techno!" Fundy barks, and Tubbo peeks around the corner to see Fundy typing something on his communicator. With a ease that clearly shows he's done this many times before Tubbo pulls out a bow & arrow and shoots, the arrow goes straight through Fundy's communicator, breaking it, leaving Fundy with no way to call for help, and judging by Fundy's startled yip, the fox knows it. Tubbo steps out in the open, and the kid reaches towards him with a delighted cry "T'bbi!" Fundy grabs the kid's arm and pulls them close, baring his teeth at Tubbo. The ram hybrid just smiles and walks towards them, hand already on his most dangerous weapon of all, eyes unmoving from Fundy's stone-still form. Tubbo whips out his most dangerous weapon and fires, Fundy letting out a screech as he's assaulted by twin streams of thick honey. Tubbo knew repurposing those water guns into honey guns was a genius idea, he can't believe Sam doubted him.

"What?! Why?!" Fundy groans, trying to brush the sticky liquid out of his coat, but only succeeding in smearing it out more "Because, you and me, we're friends Fundy, best friends even!" Tubbo replies, walking past Fundy like he didn't just doom the poor fox to being a bee attraction for the next week "We're not friends!" Fundy snaps back, and Tubbo turns to face him, blue-green eyes almost seeming to glow in the light of dusk

"If we weren't friends, why would you help me so much? Blowing up the community house, spying on important events, guarding Wilbur's music disc, setting off the TNT trapping Wilbur in prison. All of those things are things that you did, things i asked you to do"

#dream smp au #dream smp #dsmp au #tubbo #fundy #dreamxd #swap au

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fuckingthefictional · 5 years ago

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All I want- (part one)

Michael Gray x reader

Written version of this gifset that I made, bonus points for anyone who can find the lyrics to a certain song that inspired this.

Next Chapter is found —> here

For @finallyforgotten who wanted more of this :)

Henry used to be Y/N’s knight in shining armour. He was always there, he was perfect and filled her up with all the love that she could possibly want or need.

He used to tell Y/N that she was a star in his eyes, he’d hold the door open for her and hold her hand in the dark.

He was just always there.

And Y/N felt as if she was never alone. Until one day she was.

When Henry suddenly left, it caused a brewing storm to swirl inside of the pit of the young woman’s stomach.

But when Y/N brought it up with her mother, the only claim was that “men like Henry were perfect on paper, but they lie to the face.”

It frustrated her- did Henry think she was the kind of girl who needed to be saved. Is that why he took such interest in her? Because she was an easy target?

All of these questions just created more stress and sadness to strike Y/N’s body. She didn’t know who to trust or believe anymore.

It didn’t matter what she conjured up in her mind- All that stood was that Henry had left and with him he took Y/N’s heart.

But he’d left something with her, something that he didn’t know about. And that was his child- the same child that grew within Y/N.

“Ticket ma’am?”

Y/N looked up from her book to see a portly looking train conductor stood in front of her.

“Yes, sorry.” She reached down to her pocket and pulled out the slip of paper, handing it to the gentleman.

He inspected it for a moment, before puncturing a hole into the side, “Are you sure you’re meant to be taking a single to London miss?”

Y/N’s heart leapt up into her throat, “Yes, my mother purchased the ticket for me, I’m to meet my cousin at the station.” She rambled on.

The train conductor passed the slip of paper back, “if you say so.” He mumbled before walking away.

It was only half true, Y/N mused, she was meeting her cousin at the station and her mother did purchase the ticket for her. But she was going to London indefinitely, to have her baby out of the prying eyes of her neighbours.

As her father said before she left, ‘she and her cousin could be the family disgraces together’.

Y/N watched as the world went past, flashes of green melted into a drab mix of greys.

Her new life was moments away, as the train pulled into King’s cross station.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N heaved down her luggage (careful to avoid her stomach region) and began to disembark off the steam engine.

She scanned around frantically, praying that she hadn’t been stood up by her cousin.

“Y/N!”

Whipping around at the sound of her name, she came face to face with her older cousin.

James, wasn’t much older than she was. He was a few years older than she (but he took great pride in bragging about it and holding it over her head).

In fact it had been a good few years since Y/N had even seen James, as he was banned from the family when he was 17.

After he was caught in bed with another male- it meant nothing to Y/N then and nothing to her now.

He was happy, if he found love in the arms of a man then who was she to judge? - she was 17, pregnant and unmarried.

“James!” The pair embraced, swaying as the did so.

“Come on,” the man exclaimed, “we can talk more when we get home.” And with that he picked up the luggage and guided her through the station.

“So how come you’ve suddenly decided to come and live with me hmm?”

Y/N paused, debating on what to say but ultimately deciding that there was no point in hiding it at this point.

“I’m pregnant.” She spoke, “and father is ready to disown me so, they sent me to you.”

“Jesus Y/N/N you’re 17,” he rubbed his face with his hands, “You’re practically a child yourself.”

Y/N felt her body shake, “you know if I had a bobbin for every time someone has said that to me, I’d be a fucking millionaire,” she laughed without humour, “I’m going to be a mother james, and every single time someone says what you said, I become more determined to be a good mum.”

“Y/N sit down for a second and stop ranting.” James pointed opposite to the chair she’d previously been occupying, “What I was going to say was that you’re young, so you’re going to need all the support you can get. Which is why I’m going to be here for you every step of the way.”

Months later, Y/N was nearing the last month of her pregnancy.

It wasn’t an overreaction to say that she was big. She felt like a bloated whale.

But the young mother found herself getting support from both James and Ada.

God, Y/N was so thankful for Ada. She was the most genuine, caring and hardworking woman that Y/N had ever met.

They’d become great friends ever since they had first met.

The older woman was understanding, but not disconcerting. Loving, but not in a smothering sort of way. Supportive and just damn genuine.

Ada became like the older sister she never had growing up, and the latter was but all happy to take on that role.

She was the one that Y/N could confide in- even about Henry.

“What about the father?”

Y/N looked down, tears already pooling in her eyes, “He’s a boy from my past.” She sniffled,”We fell in love but it didn’t last.”

Ada looked sympathetic, “What happened?”

Y/N found herself shrugging, “It was just like- the second I figured it out he pushed me away,” she steadied her voice, “And I won’t fight for love if he won’t meet me half way- I won’t do it Ada. And I say that I’m through with him, but here I am talking and crying over him.”

Y/N looked at her friend who seemed to be waiting for her to carry on, “All I want it a good guy,” she stated, “Are my expectations far to high? Is there something wrong with me for wanting that?”

Ada just leant forwards, placing her hands on top of Y/N’s shaking ones, “Look- I’ve been through all of these questions. There’s nothing wrong with you okay- I mean look at you Y/N,” she pointed at the other girl’s body, “You’re trying your best at the end of the day, you’re not alone, you have me, Karl, James and Your own child and that is enough for me. You should be proud.”

It was through Ada that Y/N met Thomas Shelby for the first time- which at the time she hadn’t known but would become her future employer.

What was there to say about Thomas Shelby. He was intimidating, he demanded the power of the room. And his eyes- God his eyes. They were piercing blue and just made you cold by looking at them.

The first time Y/N had met the man, she swore she could feel her child squirm inside her, almost as if they were turning away in comfort.

But Ada soon set the record straight, reassuring her brother that Y/N was trusted by her and that the younger girl was a close friend.

The second time that Tommy and Y/N ran into each other was quite literally so. Y/N had been going out for walks (something recommended by her doctor), she was due any day at that point.

She’d been walking in her own little world, fantasising about what her child would look like. Whether they would have Henry’s unruly curls or her eyes.

And then she walked into a wall. A rather tall, slim wall. That spoke with a Brummie accent...and wore a pocket watch.

It was by then that Y/N had realised that it wasn’t actually a brick wall she’d stumbled into. But in fact Thomas Shelby.

Immediately you had stuttered an apology, explaining why you had been so out of it.

He took one look at you. A quick up and down. Before he spoke, “When’re you due?”

The answer caught Y/N completely off guard, she had been expecting a threat for scuffing up his shoes.

“Um, actually I’m due any day now.” She stammered, rubbing her belly lovingly. It was strange really- just how quick she’d grown to love the life inside of her.

The Brummie hummed in understanding, “I remember when Ada was that far along with Karl- a right bloody firecracker she was.”

Y/N smiled slightly, it sure sounded like Ada.

“Listen- Ada would ‘ave my bollocks on a silver platter if I didn’t walk you back to the ‘ouse,” Tommy licked his lips, “So.” He gestured to the arm he was holding out.

“Thank you Mr Shelby.” Y/N said, holding on his arm as they walked the last few streets.

“Tommy- call me Tommy.”

Matthew James Johnson was born kicking and screaming on the 14th of February at exactly 2 o’clock in the morning.

He weighed in at 6 pounds and 4 ounces and was everything Y/N could’ve ever imagined or hoped for.

As predicted Matthew held a head full of soft, blonde curls (just like his father) and his eyes were her own Y/E/C. He was just the perfect little mix of her and Henry.

And even though it broke her heart at first, she eventually began to see it as a blessing. Her baby was someone who she would love forever, who she would never let down.

A months later Y/N strolled into the apartment angrily. She was turned out of a job, yet again. It felt like it was becoming an impossible feat.

She was simply just unemployable, which angered her hugely.

Y/N was a mother for Christ’s sake, she had a baby who depended on her. How on earth was she supposed to do that for someone if she couldn’t even get a steady stream of income coming through the door.

Matthew was around 8 months old now, he was a troublemaker- but still managed to capture his mother’s heart at every glance. He made Y/N’s life worth it, he really did.

Slamming the large door behind her, she shrugged off her coat and hung it up on the coat rack. There was another that had been added to the normal pile.

Ada’s family must’ve been visiting again. She quietly crept through the hallway, attempting to stay out of the eyes of the Shelby family.

It would’ve worked mind you- if Matthew hadn’t spotted you through the crack in the doorway.

“Ma-ma-ma.” He babbled happily from the floor.

Y/N walked in almost guiltily, scooping up her baby boy from the carpet and planting a soft kiss on his rosy red cheeks.

Ada stopped mid conversation and looked up at Y/N hopefully, “So?”

“Turned away.” The young mother answered frustratedly, “It getting tiring now Ada, I-“

“Ada love, are you going to introduce me to your friend?” The voice came from a stern looking woman.

“Pol,” Ada turned the woman, “This is Y/N- James’ cousin and a close friend of mine.” She turned to the girl who was still holding the wriggling baby, “And this is Matthew, Y/N’s baby boy and my godson.”

Polly was stared intently at the boy in Y/N’s arms. The stare itself was calculating and judgemental but Y/N felt...oddly safe around the woman.

“He’s a beautiful boy,” She spoke softly, “reminds me of my Michael when he was this size.”

Y/N just smiled awkwardly, she had no clue who Michael was, she cleared her throat, asking timidly “Would you like to hold him?”

The older woman opened her arms for the child, and when Matthew was safe in them he gurgled happily.

The door creaked open again, this time Tommy walked through the frame.

The pair had actually become quite good friends of the past months. There was nothing romantic, or remotely sexual about their relationship. It was just a friendship.

Tommy was an the older brother, he kept and eye out and looked out for the girl and her son.

“Y/N.” He nodded to the girl, “When did you get in?”

“Just now,” she replied, “Job interview ran over.”

“And?” He prompted, hand digging in his blazer pocket for a cigarette.

“No smoking around the children Tommy- you know the rules,” Y/N reminded him, “And it didn’t go well- they turned me away.”

Tommy appeared to be deep in thought, “My fiancé is due to have a baby in May.” He paused again, “If you’d accept- I’d be happy to hire you as the baby’s nanny.”

“But Matthew-“

“Can stay with you while you work, it’s only a matter of balancing your family life and work life.”

“Has your fiancé agreed with this arrangement?” Y/N folded her arms.

“She will, she trusts me- and I trust you.” Tommy looked deeply at you, “So?”

“Okay.” The young woman looked at Ada, “I’ll do it.”

#peaky blinders #peakyfookinblinder #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders imagine #peakyblinder #michaelgrayxreader #michael gray x reader #micheal gray #michael gray

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hollenka99 · 4 years ago

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The Life and Times of TommyInnit

Summary: Tommy was born into a loving family. He dies long before he should have with no-one there to help him.

Warnings: Death, abuse, manipulation, violence

Tommy is born into a loving family. He has grandparents, an abundance of aunts and uncles, not to mention even more cousins. All of them ready to welcome the newest member of their family with affection. In the first week or two of his life, a number of his neighbours from their village make brief visits too. When he learns to walk then subsequently run, his father prepares to tell him once he's older of how he regretted letting Tommy discover his legs. Permitting his son to figure out how to control his mouth and tongue in a way that forms words is something else he will one day jokingly claim he shouldn't have done either. If the little boy isn't playing with nearby cousins or local children his age, he is making himself heard. Most of the time, he does both. Tommy is an incredibly happy toddler. It comes to an abrupt end during the late autumn he is three. Pillagers arrive and with them comes trouble. Both of Tommy's parents are good fighters. In a world like this where danger could appear from any dark corner, you somewhat have to be. But Tommy is far too young to have their skills imparted upon him through lessons in their garden like he was due to begin years from now. So his mother takes several supplies, grabs him and leaves him a relatively safe distance away. On a hill overlooking their village, he is handed an iron sword and instructed to stay safe while he waits. She tells him it will be all over by nightfall, that the weapon is only a precaution, that she loves him and will be back soon. A peck on the forehead is the last interaction they will ever have because unfortunately for everyone involved, these pillagers have developed a tactic to deal with those who are harder to suppress. His parents and their families before them have traveled far from a place known as Spawn. With no sufficient bed to rely on anymore, anyone who doesn't permanently fall to an arrow will be too far to interfere as it is. Night does come with no rescue for the three year old in sight. His parents are fine, they're still resisting the assault on the place they call home, but from the darkness mobs arise with the intent to harm any individual unfortunate to cross their path. Tommy is one such individual. He had been advised to make a hole in the dirt if worse came to worst but he has no time to do so when faced with the skeleton that will destroy the life he knew. When he respawns, he wakes an inconceivable distance from home. His parents will look, oh how they will search, but it will all be for naught. He will grow up with no real recollection of them and no awareness of how the initial realisation that he is truly gone causes them to crumble. By the time an 11 year old boy with a brown fringe long enough to potentially warrant a trim stumbles upon him, spring is starting to get underway. Tommy himself isn't quite sure how he managed to survive the winter months. There was a great deal of trespassing on people's property and eating whatever he could get his hands on though, he knows that. Yet here was this much older boy speaking gently, offering shelter and decent meals if Tommy trusted him enough to follow him back home. He risks allowing himself to take this chance. Besides, he's made himself into a child that's faster and more agile than a stranger would expect from someone his age, all for the sake of survival. If really necessary, he could escape back to this spot by the stream and find a new place where 'Wilbur' can't find nor hurt him. He tells himself as they walk that he's only going because he's being living in a state of perpetual hunger, cold and with an anxiety he can't place because it hasn't left him since he first respawned. Gaining a few hours' reprieve from that can't be an awful idea, right? The truth is that he is on the cusp of 4 (although he had no way of knowing this) and he needs someone to take care of him, he should not be responsible for his own survival at this age. So yes, he goes with Wilbur, meets the boy's winged father, gets handed a mushroom stew which he scarfs down too quickly for his stomach not to ache shortly thereafter before being directed to Wilbur's bed for the night where he cries because wow, this truly seems like luxury after months on the ground. Phil and Wilbur insist that he remains in their care. With nothing to lose, he doesn't say no. Before getting separated from his family, he had been an only child who hoped for his parents to give him a sibling. They hadn't, at least not by the time the raid happened. Wilbur, however, was the brother he had longed to have. Better yet, Wilbur was older so the responsibility of being the eldest fell on him rather than Tommy. He could be a nuisance and, so long as he didn't push his luck too much, he was allowed to get away with it for the most part. Phil wasn't always present as a father figure so that role subsequently fell on Wilbur as well. His brother shows him a cave in a cliff face that he'd made his secondary base for when the rations Phil had left ran too low to last however long this trip would go on for. By the time Tommy is perhaps 8 or so, once Phil has met Technoblade and chosen to make the piglin his travel companion, he and Wilbur visit that cave so often it is practically their new home. No, that place was home. With its small fireplace, the colourful beds by the wall and sign declaring it theirs positioned next to the exterior of the front door, it was where he felt most safe. That is why, when the time came for him to leave in order to see more of the world than the view from the windows, his heart was afflicted by a bittersweet pang at the sight of it. He loves Wilbur, would follow him anywhere by this point. So when he shows up on the SMP, talking about making drugs in a van and fighting to gain freedom from tyrannical oppressors, Tommy can't help but be his ever loyal right hand man. He is 16 and ready to go down with a fight. He's made friends, Tubbo especially, all of whom are in it together. Until Eret decides they do not believe in the revolution. While dealing with the aftermath, Tommy's mind refuses to stop reminding him he was the one to press the button in that dreadful room. Perhaps if he hadn't but no... rationally, he knows full well someone else, likely Eret themself, would have simply done it instead. But when has trauma ever been rational? Besides, it's hardly like Eret's betrayal has ended the conflict so he hasn't got the time to dwell on what could have gone differently. He is a teenager who is down a life yet refuses to let that stop him. He challenges Dream with no intention of forfeiting his second life. He does anyway. Then L'Manburg finally wins the right to be free so any sacrifices he's made to get to this point are internally deemed worth it. By now, Dream has stolen two of his lives, reduced him to a point he's been more mortal than anyone his age should be. Tommy has suffered fatal trauma to his head and later bled out following a fight. There's a pattern here to be seen yet he'd rather ignore it. Dream's backed off anyway so what threat would he be? The owner of this place can return to the guy who enjoys the company of his friends, separate from Tommy and his own circle of friends, once more. Tommy will stay out of his way for obvious reasons however, there is less reason to now. A part of him hopes it will stay that way. He senses something has begun to change with Wilbur during the elections, That said, he isn't entirely sure and waves it off as the consequences of Wilbur leading the war effort. His excuses are not permitted to remain for long. Schlatt wins, they sprint away from the home they made only for Tommy to be left with the task of carrying Wilbur's invisible temporary corpse before the duo settle in a ravine he'd discovered. Pogtopia is where things truly go to shit, he thinks. Or perhaps they'd already been going downhill but their exile accelerated it all. Techno grows an abundance of those stupid potatoes shortly after his arrival and Dream is promising stacks of TNT for the sake of obliterating the newly rebranded Manberg. Meanwhile, Wilbur has gone off the rails in a big way. Try as he might, Tommy can't seem to figure out what the right words or actions to get him stop are. So Wilbur deteriorates further into paranoid, pyromaniacal madness. When things get worse and he wishes, though god knows he would never allow himself to openly admit it to anyone else, that he'd never left that faraway cliff face. Wilbur has them trespass on the festival in Manberg with the intent of it being the nation's final hour. All that comes to pass is Tommy watching his best friend be executed for being a spy then listening as Wilbur cheers while Technoblade triumphs over him in a fight. In a messed up way, he is somewhat glad when mid November comes. They fight, win, witness Schlatt's pathetic demise, feel as though they can look to a better future, lose Wilbur as well as a huge chunk of land, protect themselves against Techno's withers and get left with the task of rebuilding their home. It's an eventful day which Tommy is happy to leave behind him. Although, he isn't quite so pleased to deal with its aftermath. It's... two or maybe three weeks, he believes, before shit hits the fan as it inevitably was due to once again do. It would seem that Dream wasn't satisfied with messing with people's lives from the sidelines anymore. He drives a wedge between Tommy and Tubbo with his threat of sky-high walls, as if the weak points in their friendship were always easily accessible for the purposes of exploitation. Then he's being led away to a far off location with only the ghost of his brother and the man who will immediately take advantage of the situation for company. Ghostbur is nice yet Tommy yearns for him to be different, for him to keep his disarmed personality while regaining the memories that would allow for them to resolve the pain Wilbur left him with. Whatever... it's not like he stays. Dream confuses his mind with all his assurances of friendship as he robs him of his right to property. When it finally ends (on his own terms but thankfully not the ones he was planning to go through with hours before), he attempts to find a new beginning with Technoblade. He should have known it would end badly. Everything always seem to do so nowadays. Even L'Manburg. Or should he call it something akin to L'Mancrater after the events of Doomsday? He's pleasantly surprised when he is granted the ability to sit on the bench by his house, Tubbo by his side, and listen to the discs he's fought to regain for so long. He'd nearly lost so much in that room far below the earth. Part of him wonders if it's a cruel prank, whether something will come later in the week to say 'ha, look at you getting your hopes up'. It... doesn't. He begins work on his hotel with the help of Sam Nook. The tasks come across as menial and he complains yet finds them oddly satisfying. Nook is building the actual thing but he's playing his part. It's going to be great once it's finished. He's recruited Jack Manifold to assist in running the place, Tubbo is safe in Snowchester, the Egg stuff is dumb but if he keeps his head down it will hopefully leave him alone for the most part. He's ready for closure and moving on from the pain that's been constantly inflicted upon him over the past several months. He believes the best starting point is visiting Dream in prison one last time. Just one quick trip then he can carry on with his life. Nobody, least of all himself, has any idea how much of a mistake this will be. The final days of his life, as oblivious to them being so as he is, are miserable. He does his best to stay strong, to defy Dream's attempts at worming his way back into Tommy's head with his verbal poison. Sam must be sick of him given how many times he screams to be let out already when the possibility of Sam being within hearing range arises. He hates it here. He doesn't want to look at the lava which acts as the main source of illumination, he wishes the cell was less confining, all he can taste is the starch from the potatoes. Perhaps the worst part is not knowing how far into the week he is. Then Sam, the bastard, announces it's been 7 days but due to the security breach still going unresolved, Tommy will have to hold on a little longer. An argument erupts between the inmates. It begins to get physical when the subject of Schlatt's resurrection book is brought up. He acts so confident that he will survive this hellhole, that he will endure it out of spite for Dream as well as sheer defiance alone. But in the end, he's crying, begging, pleading for Dream to stop. In the end, he's simply a 16 year old kid who is getting beaten to death by the man who has been abusing him for months with no-one there to conceivably rescue him in time. He remembers Wilbur once explaining to him that life wasn't fair. Not quite in a 'life sucks and then you die' kind of way. More like 'life isn't easy, especially not for people like us who were put at a disadvantage early on, but you persevere with your best effort since life isn't obligated to care... and then you die'. Life wasn't fair when pillagers raided his village, when he was forced to survive on his own, when the only adult figure in his life left a kid in his early teens to raise him, when he watched the man he considered a brother lose his way, when his best friend was executed in front of him, when another adult manipulated others so that he would be vulnerable to abuse and it certainly wasn't going to be fair when he wanted some semblance of closure from all the shit he was put through. He wishes he could be 7 again, back when he could easily wriggle his way into Wilbur's bed on the other side of their makeshift cliff home and be comforted without any resistance. As much as he hated it, he longs for that dumb piece of carpet in the corner where Wilbur would make him sit if he made too much of nuisance of himself. His brother used to tease him and bemoan his behaviour when he was sent there but if Tommy ever became genuinely upset, Wilbur would quickly cut it out and apologise. He misses the coziness of it and all the fond memories of him and his big brother growing up on their own terms since they were the only family the other truly had. He wishes he could be laughing with Tubbo and the rest of their friends. He knows he hasn't been the most present recently but for good reason. His brain is tired of figuring out whether he's alright and even when it's offered a chance for serotonin, it's hesitant. That day after they beat Dream and retrieved the discs, he'd been filled with so much euphoria. The stress of that day's events and the weird place Wilbur's disembodied voice had temporarily sent him to aside, he'd been happy. It had only been some 5 or so weeks ago that Tommy had been hopeful and looking forward to what came next. He had the BigInnit Hotel to return to. God knows how it's been faring in his absence. His best guess is that Jack has probably taken control temporarily which was good. He was going to leave, take a second to breathe then get right back into managing the hotel. There were so many things he planned to do once he got out. Pranks on guests, the ridiculous amount of overpricing he wished to get away with, the feeling of doing an MLG water bucket trick off the top floor... it was going to be a good time. Was supposed to, anyway. Despite everything, he has experienced happiness time and time again. He's had friends who cared and were willing to help him in their own ways. Sam had been on his side... he thinks. No, he's sure Sam has just been busy with all that was on his plate this week. He hopes so since he doesn't think he could stomach another realisation that he's placed his trust in the wrong person. Besides, Sam Nook was Sam's creation and why would he put the effort in to make something to assist Tommy if he didn't actually care at least a little bit? No, no, he feels Sam is genuinely good, he does. However, Sam's not coming. Even if he can hear the fight, the lava takes forever to drain and who knows where Sam was situated in this massive prison when he realised something was wrong. Even if Sam's attempting to stop this, there's not way he'll make it. Tommy wants to convince himself it's fine. It is not. If you're aware of them, there are a few spots around the human skull you can hit that will result in a fatal injury. And Dream, ever aware of what he's doing at any given moment, makes no attempt to avoid them for the final blow.

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