#ctommy fic

[4thebedrockbros]

THE SBI 'PJO' AU I DESERVE

( The base is PJO but I'm still making shi- up, this is Tommy centric btw )

Philza Minecraft as a Chiron like figure to the camp, just taking in the god's stray children, very in character. He's married to Thanatos (whos is actually Kristen in this AU).

Technoblade as an Athena son but cursed by Ares because of his human family cult and disrespect toward the war god. The curse of the voices is hard to control and he's luckily found by Phil after loosing control once.

He's been in the camp since he was 8 and is 19(?) at the time of the story.

Bonus info: The guy has a lot of respect for Demeter since farming is one of his favourite thing to do.

Tommy as a non-claimed kid, found by Tubbo (a Satyr) while a monster was attacking his school (because of him). They both run away from it, but Tommy has to kill it when the monster grabs Tubbo (He's his first ever friend, he can't just let him die) and that's how our guy made his way to the camp

Bonus info: Mortals just thought Tommy was crazy and seeing monster everywhere, they also put it on the account of him being autistic (Autistic!cTommy <3)

Tommy is very much against all of the rules and very angry about the fact that his godly parent just chose to ignore him so he tends to cause problem and get into fights a lot in his first days at the camp

+ Tubbo being in a semi coma from being injured is really not helping

So Phil kinda puts Techno on the case because of him being one of the best fighter and Tommy clearly needing an outlet, Phil is also worried about the youngling just turning against the gods and even the camp (Luke style yk) which is enhanced when the Pythia (that is possessing Ranboo here) appears and says a new prophecy in front of the whole camp where Tommy is mentioned to be the cause of the world's end or the hero that will save it.

(It's honestly still a messy idea but y'all get it)

[bedrockkbros]

do you ever think how weird it is that all of cWilbur's "kids" (Tommy, Tubbo, Fundy) all ended up working with or for cquackity? Or in the case of Tommy, attempted to get him to work with/for cquackity? Like, it's weird how cQuackity picks up the pieces of what cwilbur left behind over and over again.

[urfavcrime]

dsmp is still SO insane to me. still not completely convinced it wasn't a social experiment. it is something that can never be replicated again due to the really specific circumstances that attributed to it's creation and popularity

[teethkid67]

i went up and came down different

separates & details under the cut

been running with this concept that ctommy post revival is a uneven .... skull not quite realigned and jaw not quite relocated . as a result his eyes are off and his depth perception is fucked . thank you all and goodnight

[sunsetcdiscs]

Posting to tumblr as well because its genuinely just sooo. Ugh

[nomsfaultau]

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

Philza flinches. He doesn’t understand why Tommy is suddenly shouting at him for supposedly exploiting his instincts. But he does understand the way Tommy’s wings puff up, bracing to be hit, and it makes Philza freeze as he watches his hatchling throw open the door and storm out of his life. 

“Would it make you more comfortable if I remove your feathers?” 

Tommy stumbles slightly at the threshold, then scoffs, throwing a glare over his shoulder. “As if you would. It’s too convenient to force my instincts to feel safe around you.” That would explain why Tommy isn’t looking at him. Philza can’t breathe. His chick doesn’t feel safe?

Tommy is confused and wary when Philza removes the hatchling’s feathers and hands them back. It only grows as Philza asks if he wants the ones woven into the nest removed as well. The fact he’s at a loss as to why someone would respect his boundaries hurts almost as much as ripping out where Tommy’s feathers mark him as part of the flock. 

But he does it, since that’s what Tommy needs to feel safe, even if Tommy is suspicious of his attempts. Horrifically, he discovers almost every act of affection was interpreted as manipulation, especially the parental ones. Philza winces as Tommy declares he wants to self-preen from now on, decrying the bonding experience as nothing more than manipulation. 

But- hadn’t Tommy liked it? Philza isn’t stupid, he’s figured it would hit close to memories of his abuser. That’s why he’d been so careful to frequently ask if he wanted to stop. But Tommy had coo’d back every time, asking him to keep petting his wings long past the point they were tidy. Like he wanted to stay in Philza’s arms forever. That’s why Philza asked to make their flock official, he’d thought… Tommy had seemed so happy…

Philza feels confused, and awful, and worried. “You know you can let me know when I’m making you uncomfortable, right mate? You can always tell me to stop and I will.”

Tommy doesn’t believe him then. 

But slowly he starts to, tentatively testing the waters over the weeks and waiting with bated breath to be punished for it. As if it’s such an overreach to demand the basic bodily autonomy of people asking permission before showing physical affection. As time passes, he rejects it more and more, growing comfortable asserting his own wants. Philza aches with the desire to tuck his chick under wing, but swallows the increasing distance. It’s good that Tommy feels safe refusing what Philza wants. He’s healing. Philza’s empty arms must be a good thing. 

And naturally, he becomes a little turd with it once he feels safe enough, but Philza can’t exactly resend the promise and so ends up being forced to just stand there while a zombie attacks him since “swinging that sword around makes me uncomfortable Phil, I thought you said this was a safe place.” But Tommy’s delighted laughter makes up for it, even if Philza forces him to replace the golden apples he wasted to survive. He doesn’t mind the little pranks.

But something in Philza panics when Tommy finally abandons the nest to sleep in a bed. He can’t sleep at night, tormented by the keen awareness his nest is empty. Instincts howl to find his chick, because no matter how he fights it that doesn’t change the imprinting. Verging on falling prey to parental instincts and dragging the boy to the safety of the nest, Philza sneaks out the front door and slumps against it. He can’t break that trust, he just can’t. But neither can he sleep with an empty nest. 

His movement sends a few dogs barking, and it isn’t long before Techno looms over him in the cloak of midnight. Philza holds himself a little tighter. “My nest is empty,” he says hoarsely. Techno lurches to action, till assured Tommy is perfectly safe. “He doesn’t want to be my hatchling. It hurt him too deeply last time.” And yet his instincts care not, crying in panic. Philza buries his face in the knees drawn to his chest. 

“Would you be able to sleep if something else filled the nest? Like, could the instincts tell the difference?” Philza has no idea, but as exhausted as he is he’s willing to try. Or, till Techno volunteers himself, because Philza really doesn’t want to make his instincts Techno’s problem. Techno shrugs. “Probably a lot less awkward for me than it is Tommy, given how long we’ve known each other. Might as well try.” Not that Techno cares to be viewed as a piglet, but his feelings were bruised when the broody Philza categorized him as a threat. “We’re a flock, aren’t we?” 

“Always.” So Techno burrows into the nest, rooting it up till Philza’s feathers ruffle disapprovingly. They’re different, and Techno likes it that way, but the dozens of little instances where their instincts misalign get under his fur sometimes, like a wedge between them. But they both refuse to let it stop them. The hesitance is drowned in a yawn, and Philza nestles over him. It’s a reassuring pressure, reminding Techno of the sounder he long aged out of. Soft feathers wrap around him, and after a few sleepy coos, Philza drifts off, finally assured that his nest is barren no more. Techno smiles, glad he could help his friend. He wraps an arm around Philza’s feathered back, and likewise accepts the embrace of slumber. 

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[goldenduoses]

i miss u forever c!goldenduo

theyre strictly queerplatonic AND THE CHARACTERS before u get any ideas [speechless]

CTOMMY DESIGN BY URS TRULY !! MY FAVORITE DEMON HYBRID BEING >_< (he uses every pronouns available) ft. cpurps big ass jacket

[kingpinparrot]

Drew my fic cTommy’s interacting because I believe they could fix eachothers problems.

[c0nn0r-c0nn0r13]

Ctommy in a join a club modern au but most his talents are things he picked up to make his family proud and is struggling to find something unique to him and the whole fic is him finding out who he is without having to change himself for others

[off-the-rails-raccoon]

What do yo think about post-revival c!Allium Duo where c!Ranboo has to be touching c!Tommy all the time when he visits Snowchester? Leaning against c! Tommy, wrapping their tail around his leg, locking their fingers together. They're more or less paranoid c!Tommy could just disappear and isn't actually there if they aren't touching him.

Also, what about c!Ranboo always wagging their tail when c!Tommy came around, but after the prison they don’t anymore. Then c!Tommy asks what he did for c! Ranboo not to be happy around him anymore, and c! Ranboo just started crying.

I think this is my favorite headcanon of c!allium duo I've literally ever heard?? DUDE??? I'd die ten times over to hear more about this, I am not okay. And cRanboo just breaking down at that question?? UAGHGSDUGFI OHMYGOD?????

I think that at first cTommy might be a little off-put by the constant touch, having touch aversion after his revival and all that, but after a while he'd get used to it and even find it more comforting then he'd ever admit. Also I don't doubt that cRanboo would like wrap their tail around cTommy while glaring at someone over the shorter's shoulder in all their eldritch monster glory.

And I can vividly see cTommy freaking out around a sobbing cRanboo, desperately trying to figure out what he said wrong and what bothered the enderman to that degree, all while cRanboo clings to him and babbles incoherently about how cTommy DOES make them happy, and they DON'T hate him.

Also cRanboo gets the worst jumpscares of his life anytime cTommy abruptly wanders off to another room while they aren't looking (which happens surprisingly a lot and probably made the constant touching even worse).

[liakunemui]

tumoasd tommy fanart from last year :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 🖤

[thatweirdguyinthebushes]

hunger games au where ctubbo volunteers for ctommy because he knows he’ll be able to kill and tommy wont. he wins the games by shutting himself down completely but then cant stop doing it when he comes back, and becomes so repressed and emotionally distanced from himself that he’s not even the same person and ctommy doesnt know how to help. the gold by manchester orchestra. you agree.

[hunnicakez]

Ctommy having a nightmare about exile and ctubbo comforting him but also feeling awful cause he was the one who had made the decision to exile Ctommy

When Tommy woke up, he wasn't expecting to be covered in sand. Where was he?

It took him a moment to realize exactly where he was. Oh.

He felt incredibly confused, why was he here? Wasn't he at home earlier?

—You've been sleeping for a good while, what a pity that all of that was just a dream, right?—

That voice... Tommy turned around immediately.

—Dream...what are you..—

—Have you forgotten? I'm your best friend, of course I'm going to be here—

Dream's mocking tone was sending the boy into hyperventilation. No way. He couldn't be back here. No.

No no no no no no.

—No, I was-... I was with Tubbo, at home, I spent so long away from this place.—

—Oh so you really think that you could escape?—

His eyes were dwelling up with tears. Had all his freedom really only been a dream? No, it couldn't be.

—Don't cry, Tom, you'll always have me, even if Tubbo blatantly betrayed you and stabbed you in the back, I'm your best friend! You are never alone, Tommy—

Tommy was horrified, so much so that his chest started to hurt and felt sick to his stomach.

Abruptly, he woke up. A scream coming out of his own throat breaking the calm silence in the room. He had barely a couple of seconds to turn to the side before he was already throwing up on the floor.

It was a nightmare. Right? It had all just been a cruel nightmare... Can't Dream just leave him alone once and for all?

His chest still hurt, and he felt dizzy all over. He couldn't help but break down sobbing.

Suddenly, the lights in his room turned on, Tubbo walking in, worried.

—Tommy-? Tommy! What happened? I heard a scream and- did you throw up? Oh my god, wait, I'll go clean that.—

The blond didn't even register anything of what Tubbo said. He simply kept crying and shaking on his bed. A couple of minutes later, the vomit poodle was gone, cleaned off by Tubbo, who was sitting on Tommy's bed, trying his best at comforting him.

—Shh... Shh... Everything is going to be alright... What happened?—

Tubbo asked, his voice as gentle as he could make it, softly caressing Tommy's head.

Tommy had clung to Tubbo, hugging him tightly as little by little his sobbing faded out.

—I... It was a nightmare—

Tommy's shaky voice made the brunet hug him tighter, wanting to comfort his best friend with all his might.

—I was back in Logstedshire, exile... Dream was there...—

It's all the explanation the younger could muster. Those words hit Tubbo like a bucket of ice cold water falling down on him.

Exile was all his fault. Completely his fault. He had basically stabbed Tommy in the back.

Tubbo felt like throwing up. To this day he could not forgive himself for such a thing, probably never will.

He felt horrible, hiding his face on Tommy's shoulder.

—It's okay... You're okay... Your exile ended long ago... You're with me now—

Whispered Tubbo reassuringly, maybe for the both of them.

Not too long after, both of them fell back asleep, still clinging tighter onto each other.

[icebear4president]

“Techno, Techno look at me,” he demanded, roughly grabbing Techno’s face with his hands, until he was forced to look him in the eyes. Tommy ignored the way the snow was turning red underneath his feet and the blood that trickled down his chin, instead pulling Techno downwards so their foreheads touched. Techno was snarling and twisting to get out of his grip, sword abandoned to now dig his claws into the boy’s arms.

Tommy winced, but refused to waver. “Fight it, Techno! I know you’re stronger than this! I know it’s not your fault. And I’m here, I’m here to make it all better. Always.”

Why wasn’t it working? The scent of blood should have broken through the voices, so why didn’t it. Did one too many betrayals finally snap the thread that bound them together. Had Tommy broken the last of their relationship that was left. Tommy choked on a sob, no longer able to hold his own weight, and wrapped his arms around Techno’s shoulders.

“Come back to me, please. Don’t be afraid, I’m here, your little brother is here,” he whispered into Techno’s neck. “I love you, Techie.”

But Techno didn’t love him enough anymore for the voices to be quelled. And that was okay, Tommy understood. At least he tried, one last time.

With that thought, he let himself fall.

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Techno startled awake, chest rising and following with the pain of a million needles puncturing his lungs.

He had gotten angry, he doesn’t even remember what for, all he knew was how he let the anger fester instead of pushing back against it. He didn’t want help this time, he wanted to feel blood on his hands and he didn’t care whose it was.

But now he needed to get home. He needed…

“Tommy.”

His brother’s name left his lips as quiet as a whisper. His brother, the little kid he would hold in his arms as if he was still a little baby, his runt, his family. He looked so small curled up like that in the snow, and if it wasn’t for the horrible scene if almost looked as if he was sleeping, that Techno could just scoop him up and bring him home to tuck him into bed.

Techno crawled forward and shook his shoulder gently. “Tommy, time to get up.” No answer. Why wasn’t he answering. “Tommy this isn’t funny! Wake up!”

He began shaking him more vigorously now, but it didn’t phase the boy in the least. His eyes remained close, blood now beginning to dry into his once golden curls. “Tommy, please…”

Techno could fight a thousand men in one go to protect his little brother, but this, this was a battle Techno couldn’t win. This time, Techno couldn’t be the hero in Tommy’s story.

And for the first time in his life, the voices went completely silent.

[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.

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