#c!tommyinnit fic

[mayrine]

My second fic for ficfight!!!!

Summary:

Tommy has a pet rock.

He doesn't remember when he started having one, but he doesn't remember a lot of things so it didn't really bother him.

All that mattered was that Tommy loved the rock, and the rock loved him back. The rock was always there for him.

OR Tommy gets a pet rock during exile, and absolutely nothing goes wrong

🪨 Tommy- centric

🪨 1.2 k

🪨 Angst, Hurt/No comfort

🪨 Sad ending

🪨 rock

Hope you enjoy :]

[crimeboys]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit, Minor Characters Additional Tags: Canon Universe, Cats, Post-Stream: Nov 28 2021 JAILBREAK (Technoblade), Minecraft Mechanics, Angst and Humor, Threats of Violence, specifically threats of killing animals, bc tommy hates cats. badly, Bipolar Wilbur Soot, touch-averse tommyinnit Summary:

“You hate me,” Tommy declares, throwing his arms every which way. “You hate me and you want me to die and you’re back on your villain arc and I will never forgive you!” Wilbur holds him with a flat, unimpressed stare.

“Are you comparing me blowing up L’manburg to taking in a stray cat?”

[kuuyooo]

Cannibal tommy was the best fucking thing to ever happen to me shout out to those fanfics where he had enough and ate dream in exile I love yall authors who wrote them🙏‼️‼️

[tabooballoonpolice]

It's rough to be a sleepy bois inc enjoyer these days.

[leva-prava]

A doodle for my possible future fic!

After the finale Tommy, who is a shapeshifter, got yoinked by Death herself and yeeted into an alternate dimension.

He then proceeded to get accidentally adopted by the alternate version of his bedrock bro that is as stunted emotionally (/affectionate) as the real deal.

Chaos ensues, ft. cat!Tommy

[chuffycharles]

Who was gonna tell me Tommy and Hannah's duo name is Butterfly/Flower Duo??😭 That's so cute oml

[nomsfaultau]

Hybrid AU in exile arc where avian instincts can take over to a degree that is almost horrific, erasing someone’s personality and rationality when they’re panicking. 

During exile week, Tommy’s abuser takes advantage of the fact, acting nice and doing traditional avian parental behaviors like cooing or wing grooming. They’re way too intimate and make Tommy uncomfortable but as time goes on and he’s starving for affection (and doesn’t want to get punished) Tommy doesn’t resist like he used to. It’s relaxing, or is until the fingers combing through his feathers stop and he remembers to shudder.

During one grooming session, his abuser asks to keep some of his feathers to wear. In avian culture that’s a very intimate familial practice, a mixture between a claim to signify a close bond as well as a promise to carry the person as safely as their own two wings. Tommy’s gut rolls at the thought of his abuser wearing his feathers, and he can’t tell if it’s excitement or dread. But he’s learned not to say no by then, and tries not to flinch as his long pretty primaries are cut. 

An impulsive little stab of happiness shoots through his chest every time he sees his feathers fanning out of his abuser’s mask. He automatically feels a little safer when he sees the feathers, which the rest of Tommy is kind of freaked about. He’s starting to lose his grip on what’s him and what’s his instincts, even if his abuser keeps assuring him to trust his gut since listening to his stupid ideas is what got him in this mess in the first place. The negging is still happening of course, Tommy being weak and too fragile and useless to be able to fly. A chick like him isn’t safe on his own. Tommy doesn’t leave because something inside him is terrified of abandoning the ‘nest’ even though his real home is in L’Manburg.

After putting his stuff in a pit, Tommy accidentally stands too close. The blast catches him. Not the first time, one caught him a day or two ago and he rounded upon his abuser, cursing him out rather stupidly. But now Tommy drops to the ground, feathers fluffed up and pupils dilated as he freezes on the spot. The only movement he can manage is to reach for the man who hurt him in the first place. His distressed chirping noises are only capable of ceasing once he’s in his abuser’s arms. Or rather, his guardian’s embrace. Afterward, Tommy follows him everywhere, until he’s scolded at the nether portal, forced to wait until he comes back. It’s hours before Tommy realizes what he’s doing. The separation is agonizing.

He’s finally imprinted. Took the brat long enough. But Tommy is finally, finally in the palm of his hand, instincts ensnared in a chokehold.

Next>

[cosmossoleil]

The fact that a lore stream for my silly little Minecraft RP hyper fixation from 2021 came back to bite me in the ass.

He’s getting there.

He’s getting there.

It shows to me that you can go through literal hell and back and still have a good life, it’s not the best life, but it’s good.

Because he’s getting to that point where he can be happy again. He has his sheep, his home. No big bad coming to take it away from him.

Nothing will bother him anymore.

He can finally have the time, to look forward to being happy again.

C!Tommy is a character I cherished with all my heart, seeing him finally, FINALLY get that home, to be safe is one of the most rewarding things i will see as a payoff for a character.

[peninkwrites]

In my earliest fics I characterized Tommy as stubbornly unwilling to ask for help and looking back at those fics now I was thinking Where did I get that from?? Tommy asks for help! Despite all his talking himself up as the strongest man ever and all that, one thing he did regularly was desperately reach out to people for support (Technoblade, Ranboo, Tubbo, Puffy, Sam Nook, Sam, Philza, etc!) And then I remembered where I started writing c!Tommy was early-middle of the exile arc, where Tommy refused help at every turn and by the time he realized he needed help it was too late for him to get any. Sam offered, Bad offered, Ranboo showed up on occasion, and Tommy refused them all. He didn’t learn to ask for help until later when he got scared and desperate enough.

[bugflies00]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Alexis | Quackity (background) Additional Tags: Minor Alexis | Quackity/Wilbur Soot, Engaged Alexis | Quackity/Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are Siblings, TommyInnit is Bad at Feelings (Video Blogging RPF), Fluff, Fluff and Humor, the fostering AU, Brotherly Love, Brotherly Affection, Brotherly Banter, Crack, Fluff and Crack Series: Part 1 of the fostering AU Summary:

wilbur has coffee with tommy like any regular day, except it's not in fact a regular day, because he has a bit of a special announcement... 

(based off my AU the fostering, but you don't need to know it to understand this!)

CHARACTERS NOT CCS! i don't support wilbur

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sir, a second bugflies00 oneshot has hit the archiveofourown. FOSTERING AU THIS TIMEEE based off this post (new link with my pride url) 

[rt-nique]

my tiktok fyp has been a crazy fucking experience today, from Max x Bradley ship edits (FROM THE GOOFY MOVIE) to dsmp nostalgia discussions 😭😭

ANYWAY this tiktok audio that goes

c!Dream: If you can't kill me, does that make me some kind of god?

(Challenging and smug(?) tone + almost mad, power tripping?)

c!Tommy: you're a monster

(deadpan, negative in denial but not sad, slowly losing hope?)

c!Dream: I'm a god, I'm actually a god!

(Showing off, smirk, reveling in power)

This audio plus a religious Tommy itches my brain right because he sees dream as someone dirtying what it means to be a ‘god’. Tommy believes in Prime who provides him wealth and is overall a helpful and caring powerful being.

Meanwhile this green dude that tortures him claims to be a ‘god’. How dare he, a sadistic man, dirty the title of being a god? How could he compare himself to a being at the same level as Prime? Prime who he worships, built a church for, and who provides for him and graces him with wealth?

[mayrine]

FUNDY FIC WOOO

The Two Princes

Summary:

Fundy often finds himself having to look after the Crown Prince Tommy, which is a difficult task given that the boy seems determined to be as annoying as possible whenever the two of them are together. Hopefully all goes smoothly at the Royal Ball, Fundy is already on thin ice with the king after all. Or Prince!Fundy and Crown Prince!Tommy hurt and angst, but also comfort and communication!

⭐️tommy and fundy - centric fic!!! ⭐royal au ⭐hurt/comfort ⭐4.2k ⭐another fic for @garbageonion !!!!! you thought i wouldnt attack you again eh? WELL YOURE WRONG MUHAHAHAHAHHA

this will probably be my last ficfight fic (unlease i get struck by some crazy inspiration) so if it is my last fic, its a pleasure to end it just as i started it, with a fundy fic for u sip!

Hope you enjoy!

[crimeboys]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Quackity & TommyInnit, Quackity & Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit Characters: Quackity, TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot Additional Tags: Zombie Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Horror, Angst, Mild Gore, Past Quackity/Wilbur Soot - Freeform, Past Quackity/Schlatt, Violence, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Ambiguous/Open Ending Series: Part 16 of prompts Summary:

Quackity fills two medicinal plastic cups with poorly measured fingers of tequila from a bottle with a note taped to the front reading, for tommy’s 18th birthday. It is not the first time Quackity has dipped into the bottle, but the last time he shared a drink it was with Wilbur. He passes a cup to Tommy’s shaking hands. Maybe it’s not Tommy’s birthday, but Quackity thinks killing your brother ages you faster than time ever could.

written for @cquackity for the halloween exchange @mcyt-halloween !!

[house-of-cards-and-crime]

beep beep it's new-fic-promo time

"Technoblade was a warrior. Tommy was a soldier. Wilbur was a man."

Technoblade was a warrior. This, of course, meant different things to different people. Some viewed him as practically untouchable; the Blood God himself, one to avoid trifling with, and if you had earned his attention then you had better hope that he wouldn’t be the one to answer your final prayers. Others believed him to merely be a patron of the Blood God, someone who was more of a vehicle to draw the blood rather than the god demanding the blood himself. Still others saw him as no more than a gifted man, as mortal as the rest and plenty defeatable, though clearly touched by some blessing or god to have the gifts he possessed.

Alternatively: In which Technoblade, an immortal child of the Angel of Death, has to cope with watching his twin die as a man and return for an encore every time. What happens when both twins have the gift of existing forever, but only one is truly immortal? Techno never did get used to the shock of seeing that smile on another face.

^ the pilot chapter is posted now :D

[your-local-crypt1d]

@urfavcrime hope it was okay to tag but I've been itching for an excuse to talk about Gem and Tommy!! Forgive me if this is a bit ooc I've only watched a few of Gems videos-

Gem takes her role as Auntie very seriously. 

At first, she was a bit miffed about the whole situation. fWhip had no intention to tell her—his sister—about this, and she would have gone on unaware of Tommy even longer if fWhip wasn't terrible at hiding him. Doesn't fWhip trust her?

After fWhip explains the whole situation (Tommy has come from some kind of abusive situation; fWhip doesn't know the details, just that Tommy pleaded to be kept hidden so "he" never finds him), Gem eases up about the whole affair. 

Seeing the fondness fWhip has for Tommy, the way he effortlessly laughs at his jokes and gently scolds him for his bad language, is enough to convince Gem that everything is okay and that her brother hasn't made some huge mistake she'll need to fix. 

Gem's actually quite proud of fWhip for taking on such a big responsibility. I don't think she'd view him as parent material until she sees the way he interacts with Tommy.

Gem acts sort of like an old grandma when Tommy visits, always checking if he's hungry, and even if he says no, she's shoving plates of food towards him. complaining about how fWhip doesn't feed him enough, and he's all skin and bones (which, when you live in the snowy mountains, body fat is very important). 

She lets Tommy borrow a few simple spell books after he whined and pleaded to be taught magic (not enchantment table magic that's cringe and lame, real poggers magic like hers!). If she had any doubts about Tommy being fWhips' kid before, she certainly has none after Tommy nearly blows up half of the Eastvale Manor with magic. He is promptly banned from performing magic at home unsupervised. 

The Crystal Cliffs are a nice getaway from the Grimlands when Tommy needs it. Gems' tower doesn't have the regular echo of explosions and fireworks. Tommy has slowly grown to learn that he's safe in Eastvale and that fWhips' experiments won't ever be used to hurt him. But even if you consciously know something isn't dangerous, that doesn't necessarily translate over to your subconscious, and it certainly doesn't for Tommys' C-PTSD. So on occasion, he goes to stay with Gem when it's all too loud and stressful at home.

The only problem with it is that Tommy has a habit of running off and not telling anyone where he's going. Tommy does it a lot more than he'd admit—a flight response to his fear of abandonment, I suppose. Tommy could get away with it when no one was worried about where he'd be going, but now he has people who care for his safety (fWhip) and would burn down empires to find him. He's raising his whole familys' blood pressure; Papa fWhip is no exception. 

Luckily, Gem knows this and will send a message to fWhip every time Tommy comes to see her, regardless of whether he says fWhip is aware or not. Gem is good at remembering the little things that are important with Tommy: the areas he doesn't like being touched but won't say, the way he likes his tea, the kinds of sounds that upset him, etc. 

Gem, as usual, tries to be the voice of reason in her chaotic family, so she's usually the one who has to stop Tommy from causing problems on purpose (fWhip is an instigator, and Sausage always wants to join in). Think of Gem picking him up by the scruff of his clothes so Tommy doesn't bite someone who mildly inconvenienced him. She can and will invent a whole new spell that's just an up-sized child leash if she has to, young man, do not test her. or she just lightly bonks him on the head with her staff; that works when he steals her hat. 

All that being said, Gem is a lot more forgiving of Tommy if he does something genuinely wrong. I imagine she'd view him in a similar light to the way she views her Pillager students, "good people from bad homes," and all. She's patient when Tommy doesn't understand why something he did is wrong and never expresses anger towards him, just understanding and kindness. It works surprisingly well, especially with some sort of physical touch (handholding, hugs) to help ground Tommy in the present and remind him that he's not going to be exiled or hurt for 'fucking up' again. 

It's confusing for Tommy why fWhip and Gem are both so nice to him when he clearly doesn't deserve it for inconveniencing them all the time. But he's also desperate for the love and attention they give him, so as much as he hates it and feels weak leaning into it, he happily calls her Auntie Gem, and out of earshot, he refers to fWhip as 'dad'. 

Gem is the #1 supporter of fWhip officially adopting Tommy, and she's not subtle about it whatsoever. fWhip hasn't signed the papers yet because he doesn't want to lock Tommy into something he doesn't want, and Tommy hasn't brought it up because he doesn't want to annoy fWhip, and it is so frustrating to watch. More frustrating than Gem watching Scott and Jimmy not realising their crushes on each other are mutual. 

That's all I've got so far with her. Sorry, it's not a whole lot 🖤

[foxglovewritesstuff]

lay here for years or for hours // bedrock bros oneshot

Read on AO3 Warnings: none Words: 2.7k Summary:

Techno raised an eyebrow. “The library is closed. Time to go, kid.”

The boy furiously rubbed his eyes before sluggishly packing up his books. Techno had the strange desire to pat his head. Instead, he walked back through the shelves to the front counter to finish.

“Um.” The kid’s tentative voice broke the spell of silence. He fidgeted when Techno’s eyes landed on him. “Is it okay if I check out one last book before I go?”

or

Techno works at the college library and finds a boy asleep at the back when it's closing. He become more attached than he'd anticipated.

Technoblade stared at the blond boy sleeping in the back of the college library.

Should he wake the kid? Normally he wouldn’t hesitate, after all, the library was closing for the day and obviously no one could stay the night.

Techno frowned. He didn’t want to wake him. But then what was he to do? With a sigh, he reached over to jostle the kid’s shoulder.

Nothing.

Then the kid slowly lifted his head, which had been tucked into his arms on the desk. “Wh- huh?”

Techno raised an eyebrow. “The library is closed. Time to go, kid.”

The boy furiously rubbed his eyes before sluggishly packing up his books. Techno had the strange desire to pat his head. Instead, he walked back through the shelves to the front counter to finish.

“Um.” The kid’s tentative voice broke the spell of silence. He fidgeted when Techno’s eyes landed on him. “Is it okay if I check out one last book before I go?”

“Yeah, sure, kid.” Techno wasn’t sure why he said yes. The library was closed. But he figured it would only take an extra thirty seconds, and the kid seemed like he needed it. It wasn’t like the boy was being rude, he was just tired.

The blond-haired boy brought forward a book. Embossed across the cover was A History of Veterinary Science.

It made sense. The kid seemed like an animal lover somehow.

Techno scanned the book under the boy’s account, the beep the only sound in the library. Tommy, read the name on the account. Techno slid the book over and the kid- Tommy- looked up at him gratefully.

“Thanks, big man,” he said through a yawn, with half closed eyes.

Techno nodded and Tommy shuffled his way out of the library. He looked back once, and Techno caught his blue eyes. Tommy blinked and hurried away.

⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆

Techno placed the last of the returns from the morning back onto the shelves.

A lot of the students were on lunch break, and the library had that low hum of soft conversations. Sunlight flowed into the high-ceilinged room from the windows on the far side where he’d found the sleeping boy last night.

As Techno returned to the counter, he heard the doors push open. He looked up from the computer to see- Tommy?

The boy looked incredibly more energized than the night before, grinning brightly. “Ayy, big man!”

“Hello,” Techno said gruffly, wary of his energy but also interested.

“Do you just hang out in the library all day or something?” Tommy asked.

“I work here. Different shifts, yesterday was the closing one.”

“Don’t you go to this school? Do you not have classes?” He emphasized the word with a distaste. “What major are you anyway?”

“English.”

“Nerd,” Tommy snickered. “No wonder you work at the library. Books and shit.” He shook his head.

“Coming from the kid that asked me to sign him out another book after the library was closed and he was asleep for who knows how long,” Techno responded. A frown flitted over Tommy’s features, as if he was worried Techno was angry, but then it was gone.

“Respect the grind, library man!”

“Don’t call me library man.”

“What should I call you then? What’s your name?”

“Technoblade. My friends call me Techno, though.” Techno both disliked how energetic the kid was and envied it.

“My name’s Tommy,” the boy told him.

“I know,” Techno replied easily. Tommy raised an eyebrow and Techno nodded at the computer. “Signed you out a book, saw your account, didn’t I?”

“Do you remember all the names of the people who sign out books?” Tommy tried to hide his sheepishness.

“Only if I find them drooling all over their notes after the library’s closed.”

“Wha- hey! I was not drooling.”

“Do you remember all the things that happen while you’re asleep?” Techno shot his own words back at him. “And don’t you have something to do here?”

The kid rolled his eyes. “Yeah, off to study!” He stared at Techno with wide, unblinking eyes while he hoisted his bag over his shoulder and backed into the shelves.

Techno half sighed half laughed, shaking his head and going back to typing on the clicky keyboard. Around an hour later, Tommy walked out the door with a furious wave.

⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆

The day after that, Tommy made another appearance, teased Techno, and settled down to study. And the day after that, and the one after that as well. It became a little routine, and Techno found himself looking forward to the bright laughter and break from books and shit, as Tommy had said.

“Hey, mate, made a friend?” Phil, his boss and the library director, spoke from behind him as Techno shelved returns. He startled internally.

“No hello?” Techno asked sarcastically.

“I’m glad, you two seem to have fun. The kid looks bright. It can be nice to have a study buddy.” Phil gave him an awkward fatherly wink before leaving Techno to continue shelving books.

When the library was nearly empty and Niki was around to help, Techno studied with Tommy. The first time, he pulled up a chair to the desk at the back and opened his laptop.

Tommy glanced over at him with surprise.

Techno shrugged. “I got an essay to write.” He thought he heard a soft “nerd” as Tommy went back to his work.

The next day, Tommy showed up in the morning, popping out of nowhere while Techno was shelving returns in the empty library. He always seemed to be shelving returns when people wanted to talk to him.

Somehow Tommy always managed to catch Techno’s shift; it was unusually early today.

“Ayy, Techno, my friend!” he greeted. As usual, Techno had to take a mental step back at the kid’s energy, eyeing him through his pink hair, which was loose for once. Nonetheless, he found himself enjoying his time with Tommy.

“Don’t you have classes soon?”

“Shut up, I thought I’d drop by to help you with your books and shit,” Tommy replied aggressively. “How do I know where these go?” He picked up a book.

Techno leaned over his shoulder. “Look at these numbers, see? Main number for main classes, decimals for more specific categorization. Just match them to the numbers on the shelves. This pile here though,” he patted the books, “is all to go on the shelf in the aisle over there. I sorted them beforehand.”

“Okay!” Tommy nodded enthusiastically and grabbed the pile. He disappeared to where Techno had shown, and there were a few shuffling noises. Techno smiled to himself and shook his head fondly in the privacy of the aisle.

Tommy helped shelve the rest of the returns. Once Techno taught him the system, he figured it out easily. Phil was right, the kid was bright.

Tommy picked up another book and broke into raucous laughter and wheezing. “Look! Look at his face!” He thrust the book in Techno’s face.

Techno had to snicker at the overly-serious man’s face displayed on the cover.

“He looks so fucking pretentious!” Tommy said through laughter. “Suppose you’d understand, being an English major and all- hey!” he shrieked when Techno took the book and hit him gently over the head with it.

“Shh, you’re in a library, Tommy, children must be quiet-”

“I am not a child! And there’s no one here!”

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Techno had just finished checking out a group’s stack of books on the slow computer, watching the clock tick towards the end of his shift.

Tommy hadn’t shown up.

He’d come by every single shift Techno had had ever since Techno discovered him asleep that night, even the unusually timed ones.

He tried not to think about it, to busy himself with answering questions and putting things on hold and checking on overdue books- but worry began to creep in more every minute closer to ending. His eyes darted to the door expectantly more and more frequently as the time passed.

What if Tommy was hurt? What if he was sick?

He could handle himself, Techno was sure. Logically. Nothing had happened, maybe Tommy was just busy, or forgot or something.

Techno felt a hand on his shoulder.

“You alright, mate?” Phil asked. “Shift ended a couple of minutes ago, and you got a lecture to run to.”

“Yeah, I better go.” Techno started to leave. “Uh- will you keep an eye out for Tommy?”

“Of course,” Phil said. “I’ll let you know if he comes by.”

“Thanks.” Techno swallowed. He hadn’t realized how much he’d come to care for the kid until he was gone.

The next day, Techno anxiously returned for his shift. There’d been a quick change by Phil, but he hoped Tommy would appear magically at his shift as usual. He’d decided if Tommy didn’t show up today, he would ask for his dorm to check on him.

He settled down in the chair behind the desk. The computer sat in front of him, still on from when Niki had left it only a minute prior. Niki was calming as well, more like a sister than the parental way Phil was. She had a fire in her, something Techno could relate to, though she wasn’t outwardly intimidating like he tended to be.

His shift passed smoothly, except for the low thrum of worry in Techno’s body. Tommy didn’t appear. The only mildly interesting thing that had happened was some guy wandering in, staring in confusion at the books, then loudly scoffing in offense and running out the door, slapping the top of the frame as he went.

Oh, and some kid asked him if he had any books on nukes. Nuclear engineers.

No Tommy.

Techno picked himself up, hearing Phil’s footsteps coming from the little office behind the desk.

“Didn’t show today either?” Phil asked.

“Nope. Think I’ll ask the front office if they know his dorm or something.”

“Good luck, mate, I’ll keep an eye out,” Phil told him. “My guess is that he got a cold. He’ll be fine.”

“Thanks, Phil.”

Techno grabbed his bag and pushed through the doors of the library. The foyer the entrance was in was nearly empty. He turned the corner into the corridor and nearly bumped into someone. On instinct, his hands shot out to steady the smaller frame.

Tommy looked up at him.

Relief washed over Techno; Tommy was unhurt and safe-looking, energetic as always.

“Techno! You’re done?” he asked in surprise.

“Yup, shift just ended. Where’ve you been?” Techno asked, trying to keep the concern out of his voice. He wasn’t concerned, when had he been concerned?

“I overslept yesterday, and then there was a shift change at the café, and then-”

“Whoa, whoa- slow down, it’s alright,” Techno said.

“Worried about me?” Tommy asked with a grin, his slightly worried air disappearing.

“Oh hush, child, who knows what trouble you could get into,” Techno quipped.

Tommy squawked. “I’m very responsible, I’ll have you know! Actually, I have something for you,” he added. Techno noticed that Tommy’s hand was behind his back.

Tommy pulled it out with a flourish, presenting a chocolate chip muffin. “Ta-da! From Puffy’s café, I just grabbed it at the end of my shift!” he said happily.

“Thanks,” Techno muttered, a little taken aback at Tommy’s outward sweetness. Who knew gremlin children had a kind streak.

He took it from Tommy’s hand, who was still smiling cheerfully, and took a bit.

Amazing.

“Is it good?” Tommy asked. Then he shook his head. “Of course it’s good. It’s one of BadBoyHalo’s, makes the best muffins, honestly they’re a staple at Puffy’s, I hope you like it-”

“It’s great, thank you Tommy,” Techno responded after chewing and swallowing, giving him a pat on the head.

“I was gonna study with you, but I missed your shift…” Tommy mumbled.

Techno frowned. “We can still study together, c’mon,” he said, leading Tommy down the hallway.

When they reached Techno’s dorm all the way in residence, Tommy gasped as the door was pushed open.

He eyed the bookshelves and bedspread and messy desk as Techno spread out his papers. “Is that The Art of War? You really are a nerd.”

⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆

Techno was utterly immersed in Wikipedia, every hyperlink bringing him deeper. Ancient civilizations were a little too interesting. And this library computer was horribly slow.

The sun was setting, visible through the large windows at the back of the library. Techno always loved those windows, nearly floor to ceiling. They let the library be illuminated entirely by natural light on most days. He could stare at the clouds or the sun or the stars while in a room full of knowledge. He understood why Tommy liked the desks back there.

“Whatcha up to?” he heard Tommy’s voice ask. He looked up to see the boy leaning over the desk.

“Library stuff,” Techno replied wisely. “Don’t you have studyin’ to do?”

“Yeah, yeah, remind me about fucking schoolwork,” Tommy said with distaste, wrinkling his nose. He gave a dramatic sigh, placing a hand over his heart. “I suppose I must. Have fun working.”

Tommy backed into the shelves, never breaking eye contact with Techno. Then he was gone.

Techno snorted. The kid definitely made things less bland.

“I’m so glad I started giving him the schedules,” Phil said a while later, stepping out of the office.

“Oh,” Techno said simply. “That makes sense.”

“What can I say, the kid was dedicated enough to ask for them and come to nearly every single one of your shifts.”

“I should probably tell him we don’t have to hang out where he knows I can’t get away from him,” Techno muttered. “Though it’s nice to have the helping hand.”

Phil smiled and lifted his hand to ruffle Techno’s hair. Then he thought better of it, seeing the perfect neat plait it was in.

“Don’t push it,” Techno grunted. They both knew it was fond.

When the stars were visible and the library empty, Techno locked the office door and shut down the computer. He enjoyed the closing shift; the night sky was beautiful through the windows, the library had a soft warm glow from the lights, and there was pretty much no one he ever had to tell to leave, except for the occasional harried students trying to finish an assignment due that night.

Or who’d fallen asleep, Techno thought.

He’d walked through the library to check for anyone left, and spotted a familiar figure at a familiar corner at the back.

Tommy had his head in his arms, on his notes and textbooks, his laptop also long asleep.

Technoblade stared at the blond boy sleeping in the back of the college library.

Tommy’s chest rose and fell slowly, his eyelashes fluttering slightly.

Should he wake him? No, he couldn’t bring himself to pull him out of his resting, peaceful state.

Techno quietly pulled Tommy’s notes out from under him, closing his books and putting them in his bag, which he hoisted onto his shoulders.

Then he carefully lifted the sleeping boy, holding him close to his chest.

Tommy exhaled a puff of air, and Techno froze.

He was still asleep.

As smoothly as possible, Techno made his way to his dorm. It was far, but Tommy was easy to carry. It was mostly their bags that caused him some trouble.

Finally, Techno dropped the bags outside his door, unlocked it, and kicked it open. He slid the bags in with his foot and closed it behind him.

Techno pulled back the covers on his neatly made bed, delicately depositing Tommy on his mattress.

Techno tucked him in.

He studied his work for a moment, pride and protectiveness washing over him. Then he sat himself at his desk to study, an ear out of his headphones to listen to Tommy’s slow breaths.

Tommy was so energetic and loud that Techno had nearly forgotten his sleep-induced vulnerability and peace. He’d seen it once before, but he had a new appreciation for it now that he knew Tommy. He had seen Tommy’s sleepy state before his active one, and he was glad he got to experience both.

Tommy could get the rest he needed. He could lay here for years or for hours, and Techno would always make sure he was safe.