#sbi x male reader

[justvincentorvinny]

Going for a flight 2 (SBI x male reader)

A few days after the awkward crash with Mr. Minecraft, you realized that you lost your golden brooch. That must be why they were trying to get your attention. You had to go back and find it or Eret would be mad at you since they did gift it to you. She really didn't have to but he insisted. As you flew back to the area you noticed some feathers that you lost. Now that you see it, you thought Mr. Minecraft collected his feathers.

You look around for a speck of the gold but you couldn't find anything. They didn't steal it, did they? No, you're thinking they would just leave it somewhere so you could get it back. You heard a bush move and drew your ax and moved toward the sound. You were surprised to see the curly hair boy and the young blonde. They looked a tad nervous, maybe because you had an enchanted netherite ax facing them.

"HEY! We mean no harm!" The blonde boy put his hands in the air to show he had nothing. "Actually, Phil found a gold brooch and he assumed that it's yours, was he right?" Your eyes went wide and you nodded. The curly hair boy walked up to you and handed you the golden brooch.

You quickly took it and was about to head off before the loud blonde stopped you. "WAIT! Can I see your wings? They look bigger than Phil's and look really badass!" "Sure, just don't touch them." You spread your wings to the max and they looked astonished. "WOW! THEY ARE BIGGER THAN PHIL'S! SEE WILBUR, I KNEW IT!" The blonde yelled at the boy now known as Wilbur.

"They are. Also how rude of us, we haven't introduced ourselves yet. I'm Wilbur and the idiot here is my brother Tommy." "I'm Y/n! Say, are you the president of L'manburg?" Wilbur nodded and looked at the sun starting to set. " It's almost night, Tommy we should get going. Y/n, would you like to come with us, Phil was very curious about your wings." You chuckled "Of course he is, and I would love to come back with you guys! I just don't feel like making the fly back home."

"Perfect! Let's get going." You tucked your wings back as the three of you start to head back to Phil's house as Tommy kept asking questions.

[oceanlue]

i was wondering if you could make a fluff oneshot with philza and a male s/o

Philza minecraft 💚

💚💚💚💚

He will hold his baby bird in his wings, he will always want to be around his beloved Phoenix.

The reason for the nickname Phoenix, is because when he first saw you you were in battle and he could see the fiery passion that every time you swung that axe. It filled them with excitement, and the way you leap up to destroy your enemies, was like a bird taking flight

He will be there for you once in awhile whenever he has a chance he will also hold you close on stormy nights just to make sure you're feeling better and will not let you go unless you have to go to the washroom he will, and trust me on this he will can you to the floor just so he can cuddle with you to make sure you're okay

And on days where it's nice and calm you two will be on the couch him reading a book and you laying down on his lap

He will not stop loving you

And you'll help him by stopping chat from drowning Brian

💚💚💚💚💚💚

[heartofwritiing]

I guess this time there’s just no hiding, (fighting you make me restless.)

parings: hockeyplayer!wilbur soot x figureskater!fem!reader (+ c!philza & c!kristen they own the ice rink!) (mentions of platonic!c!tommy x fem!reader)

summary: you and wilbur meet for the first time after your schedules get mixed up.

authors note: OKAY SO I started writing this back in April and never finished it, but I recently read Icebreaker by hannah grace and I had the urge to finish it! the idea was an au of what if sbi were a hockey team! (pretty sure I saw fanart once of dsmp like that but it could’ve been american football or soccer??) I've literarily been editing and re-writing this for three days straight and I think it's okay, but I hope you guys like it! I'm excited to post it anyways!! Let me know if I should do a part two!!

*title is lyrics from set me free by michelle branch from the ice princess soundtrack!

Warnings: Hockey AU!, first meetings, flirting,annoyance-lovers, swearing, beardbur. YES. unedited! (If there is anything I forgot let me know!!)

Ice skates glided across the smooth ice, freshly resurfaced only a few minutes ago. The blades cut with every movement, leaving lines in your wake.

It felt so freeing, so weightless in a way. You always loved being out on the ice. It felt like another world permitting your feet to take control and letting your mind be free of your thoughts.

Warm-ups were always a great excuse to not practice your triple lutzes. You had been trying to get it down for weeks, and your coach told you to just take it one day at a time but, of course, you still pushed yourself until you got it perfectly.

You were glad your scheduled preparation was when no one was at the rink, so you wouldn't get distracted while practicing for regionals. The only people in the building were the Zamboni driver, Sam, and the owners of the building.

Once you completed your warm-up, you felt fully prepared to begin your routine. You took a deep breath and focused all your energy to your feet, taking a deep breath, tuning out the world. At that moment, it was just you and the ice.

Following your whole set flawlessly, It came time to go for the triple lutz, you moved faster but more immersed, and you push off the ground sailing through the air and spinning. When you landed on your opposite foot, you failed to gain your balance and collided with a thud. A sharp pain shot through your body from the impact, but you brushed it off quickly collecting yourself. You got up to try again.

The cold air hit your face as you staked back to your starting point in the middle. You concentrated again and went for an attempt at the triple lutz again. You lifted into the air and suddenly felt something hard crashing into you. A groan and another thud, this time from the person you had slammed into.

You landed hard on your ass and groaned. Thinking to yourself why the hell was someone else on the ice while you were. Annoyed you’d have to start once again You quickly looked up only to find yourself face-to-face with a handsome stranger. He was also on the ground having slipped from the impact of your body colliding into his.

"oh shit,” he mumbled. “are you okay?" he quickly picked himself up and offered his hand out. Your heart raced, and you felt warmth spread throughout your body.

Effortlessly he helped you to your feet. You realized how tall he actually was since he towered over you. You begin to feel a bit dizzy staring up at the tall man. You guessed it was from the numerous times you had hit the floor hard. It certainly wasn’t the butterflies punching in your stomach from the painfully attractive male.

“I'm fine,” you replied shakily. “ I wasn’t paying attention,”

He smirked down at you as you stood up. You were able to observe his features more closely the closer you stood to him. The stubble around his jaw and under his chin adds a rugged charm, while his curly and slightly disheveled hair partially covers his eyes. You swear you catch a little glint in that soft brown gaze.

Likely from catching the tremble in your voice only moments ago, inadvertently revealing your nerves. You silently scolded yourself for behaving like a teenager around this attractive stranger.

“It's okay sweetheart, I wasn’t paying attention either," The stranger's voice crooned and sounded like honey. Your knees slightly buckled at the sound of his accent dropping a few octaves lower.

What was happening?

You nodded silently, fiddling with your skating attire between your fingers in an attempt to steady your thumping heart. Your gaze involuntarily drifted downwards, taking in his attire.

He wore a hockey uniform with a distinct green stripe at the top and a white base. The jersey's padding accentuated his broad shoulders, and the prominent pine green number 14 drew attention. Overall, the uniform made his complexion appear less pale somehow.

The realization hit you. He was a hockey player who played for the team that practiced in this rink. Hell, you knew Coach Phil, who owned the rink with his wife Kristen your skating coach. They were like your parents, taking you under their wings at a young age.

The hockey team he coached was dubbed "The Crows." appropriately after his favorite bird. Phil told you the story of how crows were loyal to those who treat them with kindness and how they repay it back to you. It never bore you in the slightest the number of times he told you over the years.

Although you have never attended a game yourself. You weren't a fan of the sport. You didn't even know the basic rules. Since Kristen has informed you about the rowdiness and occasional violence that can occur, you never opted to go to an actual game.

Sometimes, when you finished your practice, you could hear the disruptive noise coming from the men's locker room down the hall. You would often roll your eyes and walk past the doorway with disgust over how loud they were.

The dislike of them wasn't personal you never had met any of the boys before. But something about broad-shouldered men doing nothing but finding some way to ooze testosterone poisoning every chance they got annoyed you for no particular reason. So you purposely avoided them at all costs.

There was only one person from The Crows you had spoken with until now - Tom, who preferred to be called Tommy, as he told you shyly. Although younger than the others, he possessed a charming yet bold personality. Strangely, you felt a protective instinct towards him, like an older sibling though you couldn't define why.

Since meeting Tommy, you had only talked with him in passing, but you knew he was a good kid and liked him.

You were lost in thought for nearly a minute and didn't speak to the hockey player standing close to you. He smiled and lowered his head as if he had spoken though you didn't hear him.

"Huh?" you blink.

He chuckles, and the sound echoes in your ears, causing your heart to pound again.

"I asked for your name, darling," he mused.

Oh...

And that nickname. It seemed as though he was intentionally trying to make you feel flustered.

You realized that you didn't even know his name you quickly abandoned any preconceptions about him and answered him politely.

"Y/N,"

When he heard how your name sounded falling off your lips he smiled genuinely. As if it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. It seemed to have a significant impact on him. His reaction stirred something within you. Like a strange connection between the two of you was forming from this one interaction.

"Im Wilbur- or Wil, that's what my friends call me,”

It was becoming increasingly difficult to dislike this man by the minute. You decided to have a little fun, thinking it couldn't hurt.

“Oh? So we're friends now?” You raised an eyebrow.

He playfully teased, "If that's what you want."

Cheeky bastard. You thought while smiling.

“Now if you don't mind darling, I have to practice."

Feeling a sudden shift in your head made you glare at the back of his head. Pushing off your stakes to circle around him and put a hand on his chest. Wilbur looks at you with a stunned expression, as if he's surprised that you dared to stop him. a

"I've only been here for twenty minutes. You are not going to take advantage of my practice time," you scoff. “I have at least another half hour left."

You didn't mean to come off in a snooty way, but the stress you were under was so overwhelming. Winning regionals was so important to you, and you weren't going to let this jerk interrupt your training, no matter how handsome he was.

Wilbur just shrugged.

“Sorry sweetheart but playoffs are coming up, and I need to work on my shots,”

Your eyes narrowed and you faced off in a staring contest. Stubborn as you were you didn't move an inch.

“Well, I am not leaving.” you crossed your arms over your chest.

The only thing to pull your gaze away from his was the sound of Phil coming down the stairs in the stands asking what was wrong.

You skated over to the open space where Phil was walking down the steps, ignoring the fact that Wilbur was trailing right behind you.

"Phil, I was here first, and my time is nowhere near done. However, Wilbur insists that it's his practice time that I am intruding on it."

"Listen, ice princess," Wilbur said with a hint of frustration. You reluctantly turn to face him, wearing a scowl on your face. "We're just a week away from one of our biggest games of the season, and we need to focus on practice. I can't waste time dealing with any of your bullshit."

The tone of his voice caught you off guard for a second. Which caused you to put your lips in a thin line. You weren't expecting him to get this intense over the situation. Then you knew nothing about him.

"Wil," Phil gives him a warning glare. This promptly shuts Wilbur up.

"Both of you calm down. We will get this figured out," he tries to reason. He yells for Kristen as she comes sprinting out of the office that posed in the corner of the rink with the glass windows looking out to the entire stadium. You watch on as there are hushed tones between the pair as they look at the clipboard in Phil's hands.

You hear Phil mumble out a string of curses. This causes concern to cross your and Wilbur's faces, but you don't say anything. Phil rubs his forehead as his wife turns to you with a remorseful expression.

"I'm sorry guys, We must've gotten the schedules mixed up.” Phil looks at you sheepishly.

Kristen starts by saying that the problem is currently unfixable. She explains that they have numerous prior booked events for the rink, making it impossible to alter the schedule.

Great. You thought.

Not only was it two weeks before nationals, but you also needed the space to practice. This was the only skating rink around. And you had a suspicion that the hockey team was bearing to be more stubborn than you were about this new situation.

Then you heard the words that made your stomach drop.

"you're gonna have to share the space on the ice."

After Kristen spoke, chaos broke out. Both you and Wilbur bombarded the married couple with injunctions and protests. This wasn't fair in the slightest.

They managed to convince both of you to settle down and come to an understanding. The consequences of not doing so would result in Wilbur being benched and you being unable to skate in the regionals this year. Losing the opportunity to compete was not an option for either of you, especially after putting in so much effort since last year's competition.

Reluctantly you agreed to get along with Wilbur and the rest of the team when the time came, no matter how much you hated it.

Upon Kristen's return to the office and Phil informing the rest of the boys about the situation in the lockers, you opted to skate to the far end of the rink, away from others, choosing a spot with brighter lighting.

"Well, looks like we're gonna be seeing a lot of each other, darling." Wilbur wandered up to you while you got into position to start your program.

You huffed. Yep, this was your life now. Anticipating Wilbur's continuous comments every day for the next two weeks.

"Don't get too used to it, pretty boy," You sniped. "I only agreed to share for Phil and Kristen's sanity."

He snickered and hummed.

"Whatever you say," he mumbled. "Just don't let my pretty face distract you from your skating," he winked and skated backward.

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks and tried to convince yourself that it was from how aggravated you were over a minute ago.

"I wouldn't let it get to your head," you voiced. "I could still easily beat your ass in staking any day,"

He smirked at you, seemingly challenging you to prove your capabilities. Even though you had nothing to prove, you just wanted the satisfaction of making a fool out of him. However, you know that the time for retaliation was not now. Eventually, you will wipe that arrogant grin off his face.

"I'm looking forward to it, darling," He said before he turned to join his team.

As the rest of his team gathered in a huddle, you watched as they greeted Wilbur in a brotherly way. Tommy had slid up to him enthusiastically, rabbling about whatever was on his mind today. Most likely hockey related.

Wilbur had brought a hand up to the top of Tommy’s head to playfully ruffle his hair before moving over to where Phil was getting the team settled, but not before flicking the blonde on the forehead. A whiney “ouch!” escaped the younger one’s mouth as he followed behind his teammate, causing an amused smile to tug on your lips at their antics.

Taking one final glance at Wilbur wrapping his hands in tape before pushing into the first move. A simple glide and you went into your own world.

Wilbur glimpsed over to your side of the rink and watched as you began your routine. He was absolutely enthralled with watching how flawlessly you moved. Definitely thinking about how beautiful you looked in your attire, even if it was a simple zip-up jacket and yoga pants.

He definitely wasn’t looking. He was.

It wasn’t until one of his teammates pulled him out of his trance with a smack to the back of the head with a glove that he reluctantly pulled his eyes away from you and fell into his own practice as Phil blew the whistle to signal them all to fall into their positions.

The next two weeks were going to be quite interesting, to say the least.

tagging @merakiwi ! since you liked my previous stuff! if you don't want me to tag you in anything in the future let me know!

[toxicruins101]

YOUR WORDS KILLED ME

Sbi! Family x Male! Killer! Reader.

Tw!: Gore, torture, mentions of torture, blood, killing, depression. Etc.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

you couldn't even keep count of how many days it had been since you were stuck down here.

1, 2, 3..678910..

Who knows? Yet as the faint sound of your blood dropping onto the floor making a slight consecutive sound you became aware of the passage of time around you.

The faint sound of chains rubbing with each other, making an awful sound.

Pain was the only thing you felt at the moment and you knew you weren't going to last very longer in this hell hole.

You committed a crime, a deadly one quite literally, and in exchange you got sentenced to this.

Torture and torture for days on end.

You heard the heavy metal door move and tried to look up but even that hurt.

You could try to look up with your eyes but you failed the energy to even do that.

"Hey mate.." Philza, oh your sweet father Philza, all this time he had been so hopeful and so relived when they told him you'll be able to get out instead of serving a life long sentence

Yet it pained you so much, knowing his poor heart was going to be crushed.

"Are you feeling ok? I'm guessing your asleep right now though.."

'I'm not sleeping, I'm dying' you thought as a warm feeling invaded your pain struck heart.

Your father always did care for you, he always has, as his first child you meant everything to him.

You wish you could scream out to him and tell him your fate, but were unable as your tongue had been cut out in the early days of this sentence.

You wanted to cry and sob, tell him everything that was wrong, so maybe he could save you, he could rescue you.

That maybe you'll get to see your little brothers again.

Maybe train with techno one last time, teach Wilbur guitar again, and help tommy pull pranks on the others just for one more time.

But your death seemed closer than that possibility coming true.

"Don't worry mate, just 2 more weeks and your out of here, two more weeks and you'll get to go home." Spoke your father tears welling in his eyes at the sight of your broken hanged up form.

You'd be long gone by then, your poor heart ached at the thought of your caring family having to receive the news of your death.

You all meant a lot to the other, so just thinking about it made you weep.

"I'll be taking my leave now mate, stay strong ok? We are all waiting for you back home.." his voice spoke, you tried to move towards him, yell at him to stop and speak a little more.

To null the pain and bring back the good memories, you wanted to die with a familiar voice calling out to you.

Not the treacherous screams of the other inmates in here whose fates have already been decided.

Soon after though another person came in.

"Y/n? You there?"

Techno

Techno!

You were so glad, you wanted to run up and hug him so tightly both of you were out of air.

Sadly you couldn't so you slightly moved your arms making the chains jingle hoping that would give him the message you were listening to him.

"Ah good, thought you were passed out there for a sec and I got really scared.." he chuckled lightly at the end of his sentence

Don't say stuff like that...it'll only make it harder for me to die you thought

"listen, we all, really miss you ok? I know what you did was bad, but, nobody deserves this.

Come back home, ok? We all.

Really need you" spoke his grave voice as he slowly made his way outside, looking over at you again before leaving.

There were so many things you wanted to say to him.

So many

So so many.

You had missed him so much over the years it was crazy.

You didn't know if this was the gods way of having mercy on you and letting you hear your family one last time or their punishment.

Making you hear and bear that weight of sadness knowing all their hopes of you getting out of here were going to get tarnished by your inevitable death.

No-one?

Guess that was it.

Maybe Wilbur and tommy didn't think you were worth their time-

"Y/n?..." Spoke a gentle voice from the other side of the space.

Wilbur.

You slightly smiled, you wanted to cry more than ever.

You had missed him so much.

Hearing about his death in l'manburg broke you in a million pieces

Yet there he stood now, revived and well.

He only started at you and walked over.

He inspected your weak form and wanted to cry at the state of it.

In an act of anger, at seeing his brother, his blood, one of the men who raised him be hung up and treated like a punching bag he broke the chains holding up your arms, with a sword that always hanged loosely on his belt.

Guards came rushing in as you finally felt your hands in God knows how long.

You smiled at him and he smiled back at you.

Guards came in and started pushing him out

He screamed and thrashed in their hold.

"LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKS, IM TALKING WITH MY BROTHER, WAIT-

NO NO WAIT-

Y-!"

his voice got cut off as he was forced out and the metal door slammed shut.

The guards looked at your weak form on the ground and scoffed as they pulled you up and tied you by your wrists.

So much for feeling your hands again

This time you didn't hear a voice, not even a peep.

Just quiet footsteps as they came closer and closer to you.

You felt gentle arms around your torso, careful as to not hurt you as sobs emitted from said person.

Tommy, the youngest out of all of you.

You looked at his dirty blonde hair and wanted to reach out and hug him so bad as he hugged and cried onto your broken skin.

His sobs filled out the room as tears fell from your eyes at the sight of your little brother in pain.

All because of you

Your family was suffering

Your friends were suffering

Everyone was suffering

Because of you

"All right, visiting times over kid, scram" spoke your torturer and you wanted to punch him faceless because of how he talked to your brother.

He only glared at the man but then took notice of the various array of weapons desplayed on his cart.

Full of blood, your blood, to be precise.

"hey, wait, no." He said as he stared.

Two more guards came out and went towards him when they realized he had no plans of leaving.

"HEY! NO! WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING ON DOING TO HIM! NO! DONT YOU DARE-" Spoke the blonde haired kid as they dragged him out, tears falling from his blue eyes.

"Something permanent" spoke your abuser as he smirked at your disheveled younger brother being forced out of the room.

You could hear your name being called and sobs from the other side.

No

No

NO

NO

NONO

NONONONO

NO GOD PLEASE

Don't leave me please

Philza...

Techno...

Wilbur....

Tommy...

Don't leave me to die alone please...

[theeyoungalabastor]

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Technoblade

Technoblade And His Apprentice: The shattered Totem- Kill, or be Killed (Part 1)

>Hybrid Technoblade x Bear Hybrid Reader (Platonic)

>Warnings: Blood, Death, descriptive but mild gore, fluff, explosions, murder, freezing, manipulation,

>Status: Platonic, angst, fluff, (Technoblade see's (Y/n) as a close friend)

>Pronouns used: They/Them

>Word count: 7,306 (7k)

>Page Count: 21.4

Technoblade And His Apprentice: The Shattered Totem- Kill, or be Killed (Part 2) (Fin)

>Hybrid Technoblade x Bear Hybrid Reader (Platonic)

>Warnings: Blood, Death, descriptive but mild gore, fluff, explosions, murder, freezing, manipulation, Character death

>Status: Platonic, angst, fluff, (Technoblade see's (Y/n) as a close friend)

>Pronouns used: They/Them

>Word count: 7,306 (7k)

>Page Count: 21.4

Summary: Having been included with the aid of destroying L'Manberg with Technoblade both the Piglin man and dear reader soon become the main target for a certain quartet. Nailing wanted posters to the wooden poles around New L'Manberg the ensemble set off with the intent of having the duo pay for their crimes. Public Execution.

Technoblade fanart

Philza

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Jackmanifold

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Fanfictions:

The Weeping Willow Waltz

''loneliness is a language you have yet to learn dear child, but it is sadly one that I speak quite fluently.'' The fuchsia haired male quoted softly, stern intimidating act crumbling under the teens firm gaze that had been picking endlessly at the titanium walls he had built around his heart. "And I hope one day, you will never experience the pain of anguish as I have felt."

Disclaimer: I do not own the Dream Smp at all. This story is for entertainment only and I will try and make it as respectful as humanly possible. This does not follow the DSMP timeline but lore will be hinted here and there! sbi, hybrids, fantasy, adventure, action ) this story was encouraged by the story Passerine by Thcscus. (Please check it out its so good!) (COVER ART IS MINE PLEASE REQUEST PERMISION IF USE IS WANTED)

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WARNINGS: adventure, angst, battle, death, dsmp, entertainment, fanficion, fantasy, humor,

Chapters: Authors Note Before We Begin, Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2,

SEE THIS PAGE FOR MORE INFORMATION ON HOW TO REQUEST AND GUIDELINES, IT IS VERY APPRECIATED AND HELPS THE CREATOR TO GET THINGS DONE MORE FLUENTLY!

[cupidmybeloved]

KNITTING

family dynamic sbi x sibling!gn!reader

tommy: you knitted him a cow (henry) for his 4th birthday and he’s kept it with him ever since. no matter what you knit him every year, he just won’t let go of that god damned raggedy cow. the last thing you knitted for him was a red tote bag upon his request. he said it was to carry his discs around more conveniently. you knew about his secret little rendezvous during the early hours of dawn so one day you decided to wait for him to come back. much to your surprise, tommy came back with a red tote bag filled to the brim, not with discs but with freshly picked flowers.

techno: for christmas you had made him a gigantic blanket which he absolutely adored. but if you were being honest, you had only made the blanket out of pettiness due to him constantly complaining about all the blankets in the house being too small. you had hidden a bunch of references in the blanket design for him to find. from things like greek mythology to coded sentences, you did it all. sometimes you’ll be minding your own business and then hearing techno yell in celebration about finding another hidden reference. he often finds himself asking you to knit him clothes since regular human ones just don’t fit him right. once as a joke you made him a bracelet with solar colour changing yarn so he could stick his arm out the window to find out if it was daytime or not without having to blind himself by opening the curtains.

philza: on father’s day he found a bucket hat that you had left on his pillow, it was quite similar to his usual hat, with the slight difference that this one had a few more uses. you had used magical yarn for the hat that causes it to change colour based on the current weather. waterproofing the hat was a difficult task but nonetheless, you had managed to find a villager who was willing to help and now the hat could be used as a bucket. the last thing you added to the hat was prot 3 and oh boy was that a pain. no one was willing to enchant protection on non-armour items so you had to do it yourself.

wilbur: over the years you’ve knitted wilbur many different things but his favourite has to be the glow in the dark guitar strap you made him because he kept loosing his guitar. although, the red beanie he wore everyday was a close second. on april fools day you switched out his iconic beanie with one that looked red but turned bright pink as soon as he wore it. you, tommy, and phil had a blast calling him technoblade the whole day. you swore you even saw techno crack a smile, wilbur however, was loosing it. he didn’t understand why everyone was calling him by his twin's name and quite frankly, he found it offensive.

[sunflowerdaisybee]

I really- really- want a fic where the reader is basically scary as fuck. Like- their intimidating but on the inside just totally soft. Bench trio + SBI? Thank you!

I did the c!Bench Trio and SBI because I don’t write for IRL Techno and thought it would fit better, I hope you don’t mind <3

Summary: If looks could kill, yours would

Pairing: P!Bench Trio & P!SBI X Reader

Pronouns: he/him

[A/n]: Requests are closed, 400 follower special will be posted soon <3

You were often called Technoblade’s disciple as you were typically spotted around him and looked ready to kill at any moment. Though you were far from his disciple, in fact you had never killed, or even thought of doing so, ever.

It was your looks that had made everyone so frightened of you. You personally didn’t see what they were so terrified of, but you weren’t complaining. And while you had never had the need or urge to kill, you always had your weapon holstered at your hip in case of need.

You lived in the tundra with the Technoblade and Philza, and would often get visits from either Wilbur or the three younger boys, you loved when they would bring Michael.

Today was errand day so you, Phil, Tubbo, Michael, Ranboo, and Tommy were all out in town. You had originally planned it to just be you and Phil but the boys insisted on tagging along. You didn’t mind, no one in the market would bother you anyways.

“Michael?”

“Michael, where are you?” The voices of Tubbo and Ranboo caught your attention.

“What happened?” A distressed Ranboo stopped beside you.

“Me and Tubbo were bartering and Michael wandered off, we can’t find him.” You said you’d help look which calmed the tall being a tad.

You roamed around the market area, calling for Michael and asking citizens if they’ve seen him. None of them had seen anything, you were starting to get desperate.

“Have you seen a small zombie piglin boy? He’s about this tall and responds to Michael.”

“I might’ve, but I couldn’t tell you. Unless you really need that information, then perhaps we could work something out.” The shady villager was asking for a bribe, what a douche.

“How about you tell me what you saw or this goes through your head.” You weren’t being serious but you unholstered your weapon and slammed it onto the counter of his stall, the sharp end digging into the wood.

“Two guys in green robes picked him up about five minutes ago, they headed over that way.” You nodded and stalked off in that direction, yanking your weapon out of the counter.

You turned into an alleyway, weapon in hand and a glare on your face. Just like the merchant had said, there were two men in green robes holding Michael, who was clearly in distress.

“Excuse me but I think you have something that belongs to me.” The two men turned to look at you, turning pale at the sight. You looked ready to kill.

They quickly set the piglin boy down, watching as he excitedly ran over to you.

“Hey bud, whatcha doing all the way out here?” They watched in horror as you scooped up the small boy, switching immediately into baby voice. Thinking they could escape, they attempted to run out the other end of the alley, only to be blocked by large wings and many weapons.

“Not so fast mate. Just cause he doesn’t kill doesn’t mean we’re the same.” You took Michael and walked out of the alleyway, leaving the four to handle the two villagers.

“You like that toy truck? Ok bud, I’ll buy it for you. Are you hungry? I know a stall with amazing chocolates, don’t tell your dads though!”

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[ultimatelytired]

Ocean

word count: 4880

Fandom: MCYT Pairing: SBI Family x Brother!Orca!Reader Pronouns: He/Him Relationship: Familial Occupation: Pirate Captain Ability: Orca Hybrid

The character is that of a orca hybrid, allowing them to have traits of a orca. They have abnormal strength and speed with keen senses of hearing and sight, making their eyes and ears almost sensitive to anything. They are also granted with an abnormal height and the gift to shapeshift from a human/normal form to a more monstrous form. Both in and out of their full form, they are granted excellent swimming abilities.

Keys:

[M/N]: Male Name [S/C]: Skin Color [H/C]: Hair Color [E/C]: Eye Color  [U/N]: Username

Warnings: vulgar language, violence.

got this idea after reading this story by @sunflowerdaisybee​ of their SBI x sibling!reader, go check out their story because I liked it very much.

might make a part two, might not.

that is all.

“Full bore into the abyss!”

“Are you mad?!”

The captain of the ship that was sailing through a terrible storm let out a wild laugh as thunder boomed and lightning crashed from behind him, his crewmembers were hurrying themselves across the deck to prevent the ship from possibly capsizing from the terrible weather all because their captain was just too damn stubborn to go around the storm and instead went through it. This group of individuals was not your average group of ruffians, this was a group of pirates that was overrun with ocean type hybrids! Not a single one was a human, and the captain of this pirate crew was an orca.

The Killer Whale: [M/N]! This individual was wanted throughout the entire ocean for his countless crimes against the laws of the sea. Piracy, smuggling, arson, murder, impersonating an officer, sailing under false colors, kidnapping, looting, brigandage, pilfering, depravity, depredation, general lawlessness, and those are the few that he can remember. He was the reckless kind that would not hesitate to take matters into his own hands to get the results that he wants or needed, but he was also smart enough to know not to do anything too foolish. His crew was always his number one priority before anything else, he thought of them as another family; one that he had not left behind to live the life he wanted on the ocean.

This man was crazy and he just loved the ocean, it always made him feel free, he wondered if this is how his father felt whenever he would fly in the sky away from the ground. That’s why he loved the thrill of sailing through storms, that thrill of the waves crashing against his beloved ship, it always got his blood pumping whenever the rain poured down on him and that slightly fear of their ship not making it through made it all the more exciting. This man was an orca hybrid, a more than enough reason as to why people dubbed him the Killer Whale, but that’s beside the point. [M/N] was constantly in his full orca form. In his human form, he is about 7″2ft; his half human/half orca is about 8″0ft; his full form is 8″8ft, so this man is already gigantic from the beginning. 

“Hah!” turning towards the crewmate that shouted at him, he gave them a toothy grin as his hold on the wheel tightened so he wouldn’t lose the ship to the ocean waves “You afraid to get wet?” a few other crewmates groan, when he spoke like that, there was no talking sense into their captain. He laughed once more at the state of his crew as soon as they were out of the storm, they were all exhausted from their battle against mother nature and had practically passed out on the deck as soon as they hit clear waters and skies.

“Captain... can we please rest now?” he huffed, running a hand over the smooth skin of his head and nodded.

“Well, alright. We’ve done enough sailing, why don’t you drop the anchor so we can rest up tonight?” he rolled his eyes at the sound of loud cheering “You bunch of sea guppies, we’re all creatures of the sea! What’s there to be afraid of is we do capsize?”

“We lose all the treasure we accumulated over our countless adventures.” this caused [M/N] to pause, looking up in thought before nodding his head.

“Heh, now that’s a good reason, matey.” he laced his fingers together, cracking them over his head as he turned on his heels and started making his way to his quarters, passing by his vice-captain to give him some orders “You’re in charge while I go rest up myself, call me if anything happens.”

“Yes captain.” he clicked his tongue with winking before finally leaving, he let out a sigh while stretching his arms then collapsed onto his chair in front of his desk. He then kicks his feet onto the said desk while popping the cork of a bottle of wine and taking a couple swigs from the alcoholic beverage, he hums to himself as the liquid ran down his throat while some slipped between his lips and ran down his jaw. Licking his lips, he sniffles to himself as he looked around his personal room and smirked to himself, never in a million years would he have thought he would make a name as infamous as his own. 

“I really should pay the old man a visit.” he leans back once more, an arm hanging back as he takes another swig of the wine before pausing while letting out a hum at the sound of a bird.

*CAW*

*CAW*

“Hmm?” pulling his head up, he raised a brow at the sight of a crow landing on his foot “Now what’s a bird-like yourself doing out in the middle of the ocean with nowhere to land for miles?” he lifts his leg slightly and there he saw a letter of sorts strapped to its leg, his face lit up as he moved his leg so that it was closer to towards him so that the crow could perch itself on his hand. He set the bottle of wine down to caress the side of its head, humming softly when it leaned into the affectionate gesture. He soon removed the letter off of its leg and then proceeded to move it so that it was perched on his shoulder, with that, he opened the letter and read through the contents.

"Dear [M/N],

It’s been a long time, hasn't it? I won't take up too much of your time since you're probably very busy, being the captain of an infamous pirate crew, so I'll make this quick.

You left the house at a rather young age so you probably haven't met your brothers. That's right, you have three younger siblings! Adoptive, I know, though one of them actually is my biological son while the other two I picked up just like you.

I thought that if you're near the SMP, you could swing by and I could introduce you to them. I mentioned that they had an elder brother that was a pirate and they were more than excited to meet you. I hope you could meet them as well, but I won't pressure you to stop your adventures to meet them.

I'll see you when I see you.

Yours truly, Philza."

“Hmph, it’s almost as if he’s reading my mind.” he muttered to himself but ultimately felt excited after reading the letter, brothers? Philza picked up more kids and dubbed them his sons, now that was exciting to hear after a few months of no letters. He opens a drawer and drops the letter into the half-full drawer of letters from his father, he closes it then pulls out a blank paper, a quill and some ink to write his response. He reads it over before nodding his head and closing it, sealing it in an envelope then wax sealing it with a symbol of his pirate crew “Make sure this letter gets back to my dad, I’m counting on you.” he snickers softly when the crow salutes before flying off. 

‘Brothers, huh? I wonder what they’re like.’ he thinks back to his childhood with Philza and laughs to himself, he remembered how much of a handful he was for the already old man. He always loved being near the ocean, whether it be because he’s an oceanic hybrid or not, it was always so refreshing to be in the water than out of it. Philza wasn’t that big of a fan because of his wings so to compromise, he would pick him up and fly to a good enough height then drop him from a said height into the water for a big splash. Thinking back to his childhood brought a smile to his lips, he nods his head and stands to his feet and makes his way to the main deck where his crewmembers were casually talking while doing their assigned chores.

“Hear me, men!” he shouts, this caused them all to look over at him, raising a brow when they saw the bright smile on his face “Tomorrow, we set sail for the SMP! I have a certain someone waiting to see his son.” they all share glances at each other after the short announcement.

“We’re heading to land?”

“Then that means...”

“Party time!” he laughs at the conclusion, that was true. Whenever they did visit any island, that would always mean they head to the closest tavern to party for the rest of their stay there and relax until [M/N] decided they leave. He shook his head when they immediately raised the anchor while their navigator took to the wheel so they could head to the SMP ASAP, well, at least they weren’t wasting any time.

[with the sbi family]

“Dear old man,

It sure has been a long time, so imagine my surprise after you blessed me with the news of me having brothers. I’m very excited to meet the boys you have failed to mention in the previous letters, were you planning on surprising me or did you forget?

You must be getting really old if you did forget, and you wonder why I call you old man, old man. That’s beside the point, I’d be more than happy to drop everything just to see you and my new brothers. Don’t ever think that you’re giving me trouble just for a visit, I’ve been meaning to visit you anyways.

I don’t know exactly when I’ll arrive at the SMP, but knowing my crew, they’ll make it a top priority just to get to an island to relax after weeks of being on the ocean waters. We’ll be docked at the same place we always stay at whenever we come to visit.

See you soon.

Your favorite son, [M/N].”

“Pft, bold of him to assume he’s my favorite.” he muttered under his breath after reading the reply from his eldest son, his crow returned from [M/N] with a satisfied look on its face. Philza was excited to see the response and was thrilled when he read that [M/N] was quite literally dropping everything just to meet the brothers he had mentioned in the letter. Speaking of which, he hadn’t meant to mention [M/N] around his three sons, it was an accidental slip of the tongue and the three boys demanded to meet [M/N].

“Was that from the pirate?” Technoblade, the now second eldest who was a piglin hybrid, asked him as he rested his arms on the armrest while his head laid on top of his arms “Did he say he was coming?” Philza chuckled softly as he nodded his head, raising his hand to rest on top of his head.

“It was, and his name is [M/N].”

[M/N]: his eldest son that he accidentally picked up when he was sailing through a storm because god forbid he fly through it. The young orca was a stowaway in a crate of food that was likely abandoned or lost by his own family, so with nowhere to call home, he took the young calf as his own and raised him to the man he is today.

Wilbur: the second and biological son to Philza, a human child that bared more of a resemblance to his mother, the love of Philza’s life Kristin (Samsung Fridge) who’s love for music and theatre. Though he was quiet on certain occasions, the older man adored his son for bringing back the boisterous atmosphere after his eldest son left the home.

Technoblade: the third son, he found this young piglin hybrid alone in the nether with nothing more than the clothes on his back. He was probably the same age as Wilbur, he also thought Wilbur could use a brother since his eldest was gone and Wilbur looked lonely. Making sure that Technoblade wasn’t missing or anything, he brought the young boy home and raised him alongside his other son.

Tommy: his fourth and youngest son was randomly dropped off in front of his home with no letter or any sign left of the boy’s parents, but it was startling how similar this young child shared an appearance like himself. He probably wouldn’t have brought Tommy if it weren’t for the fact that both Wilbur and Technoblade were excited to get a younger sibling, so he thought, why the hell not and closed the door behind him with Tommy in his arms. 

“When is he going to get here, dad?” Wilbur asked, popping his head beside Technoblade.

“He isn’t coming directly to the house, so we’re going to him at the dock.” he let out an oof when Tommy threw himself onto Philza’s lap, a bright look on his face as he stared up at his father.

“So we’re going to see his ship? A real pirate ship?”

“That’s right, if you’re good enough, he might just let you aboard.” he chuckled when all three of them let out cheers of excitement, but himself was just as excited as his sons to see [M/N] again. How long has it been exactly since he last saw [M/N]? Several years, perhaps? He was seven when he first picked him up and he raised him to about seventeen years old before he left, Wilbur was born three years later and he’s currently eight... eleven years? That sounds about right.

“How old is he now, dad?” Wilbur asked.

“Hmm, if I do the math right, he should be about... twenty-eight?” Tommy makes a face.

“Old.” Technoblade and Wilbur snort, Philza just chuckled with a shake of his head and decided to tell them all the stories of the infamous pirate Killer Whale and all his adventures across the sea. When he finally got the letter that [M/N] arrived at the SMP and decided that he and his crew were staying for a couple days up to a week, he informed his youngest three and watching them scurry around to get ready was one of the funniest things to see. 

“Is he as scary as you made him out to be?” Tommy asked.

“Well, I say it’s like a character he has to play. He’s known as a ruthless killer of the sea, but he’s actually quite a big softy. Hah, he would often play with other sea life whenever we would go out swimming and sometimes he would cry at the sight of turtles being harassed by zombies. He gets very embarrassed whenever I bring it up.”

“Will he like us?” Technoblade asks “He’s twenty years older than us, don’t you think he’ll find it odd to have brothers that’s two decades younger than him?” Philza just shook his head.

“Not really. Family is family in his eyes. He told me that his ragtag crew of pirates are the family he couldn’t bring with him when he started his adventure. They range from a variety of different ages, different species, you name it! Whether you’re children or not, he’ll still consider you his brothers.” he was relieved when that was enough to reassure Technoblade, to which the young boy nodded his head as he reached forward to take Philza’s hand, Wilbur noticed this and took his other hand whilst Tommy sat a top the shoulders of their father. 

“Hurry up dad, I really want to meet him!” Tommy shouted, he laughs to himself when he was then being dragged to the docks by Wilbur and Technoblade, who were just as enthusiastic as their youngest brother. They now stood in front of tavern that was bustling with noises that ranged from shouting, screaming and singing...? Can that noise really be considered singing? Philza takes a deep breath and goes to enter but quickly stepped to the side, pulling his sons with him, when a barrel flew through the doors and crashed into the wall behind them. 

...

...

“I’m having second thoughts.” Technoblade says after hearing loud cheering come from inside the tavern after the barrel came flying through the doors.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I promise, he’ll tone it down when he sees you guys.” he put Tommy down and made sure he was close to his brothers, he takes a deep breath as he approached the doors before finally pushing them open and entering the tavern. Technoblade, Wilbur and Tommy held onto the end of Philza’s haori and they were all blown away that the tavern was filled to the brim of oceanic hybrids that were partying like there was no tomorrow. They paid the family no mind as they continued to sing sea shanties while cheering on the two big hybrids that were drinking ale from barrels.

“Chug, chug, chug, chug!” the crew chanted wildly, one of the two collapsed to the ground, the barrel spilling ale everywhere for they weren’t able to finish it. The latter continued to drink and when he finished he let out a loud breath then slammed the now empty barrel to the ground before letting out a loud cheer, throwing his fist in the air with a wide grin.

“You’re a few years too early to challenge I to a drink off, mate.”

“That’s the captain for you!”

“Him and that bottomless stomach of his!” [M/N] gave a toothy grin, snickering to himself when his vice captain came up to him and wrapped their arm around his shoulder, he goes to continue to drink but was stopped at the call of his name.

“[M/N]!” he turned his head and his eyes widened slightly at the sight of the blonde man, Philza flinched slightly when all eyes were on him and was having second thoughts, he soon let out a grunt when [M/N] came rushing over to him with his arms wide open.

“Dad!” he exclaimed before kneeling down to wrap his arms around Philza and bringing him into a hug, his dorsal fin and fluke wagging as he embraced his father after so long “It’s so nice to finally see you after all these years!” he adds as he pulls away but still had a hold on him, snickering softly when Philza’s feet couldn’t touch the ground.

“It’s good to see you too, [M/N]. I missed you.” [M/N]’s fluke tail continued to wag, a few of [M/N]’s crewmates whistle at the sight.

“Wow, so that’s the man that raised captain [M/N]?”

“He really is a bird hybrid?”

“Is he a crow?”

“I’ve never seen a bird hybrid up close.” the blonde man started patting [M/N] on the shoulder to gain his attention and when he got it, he gave him a nervous smile.

“There’s still a few people I need you to meet.” at that, his face lit up once more and he moved Philza to the side and there he saw the three children that had to be his brothers. The tallest of the three had short pink hair that looked like it was growing with skin that was a lighter shade of pink than his hair, a paper crown sat a top his head as he wore a simple white button up, trousers and boots. The second was a boy with curly brown hair and matching brown eyes, he wore a bright yellow sweater with blue jeans and shoes. The smallest of the three had bright blonde hair that matched his-- their father along with the blue eyes, he wore a simple white shirt with red sleeves, shorts and sho-- wait a damn minute, where are his shoes? “[M/N], these are the brothers I mentioned in the letter. Meet Wilbur, Technoblade and Tommy. Boys, meet [M/N].” said man hurriedly put Philza down and gave the three young children and friendly smile.

“Hello, it’s great to finally meet you three. I hope we can get along.” [M/N] felt a bead of sweat roll down his cheek when the three only stared up at him in silence, then Tommy burst into tears “Wha-- what?” he paled, ignoring the way his crew were laughing as he tried to comfort the crying boy.

“Wow, you made them cry.”

“Some brother you are.”

“So scary.” his crew booked a private room so that Philza can usher the boys in to calm them down, to which the older two stood in the hallway, though, Philza was looking down at [M/N] as he was hunched over in a corner and drawing circles into the ground.

“Am I really that scary?” this question got him a smack across the head.

“You’re literally a killer whale, [M/N]. You’re huge with an intimidating aura surrounding you.” this caused him to continue sulking “If you don’t want to scare them, especially Tommy, why don’t you look like a human?” this caused [M/N] to flinch at the suggestion.

“Human?” he stood up and looked into his reflection through the mirror and pulled a face, placing a hand on his cheek “I don’t remember the last time I adorned the appearance of a human, my whole pirating life revolved around me being an orca.” Philza shrugged as he looked into the mirror with him.

“Well, it’s either that or you live with them fearing you.”

“Now that’s just mean.” he shrugs.

“But you and I both know that it’s true.” [M/N] exhaled through his noses and looked at his reflection once more, dangit. Wilbur and Technoblade were whispering sweet nothings into Tommy’s ear to soothe him, to which he had calmed down from his crying.

“I didn’t expect him to be that big.”

“I didn’t expect Tommy to cry.” Wilbur then looked down at him “Didn’t you say that you were a big man, Tommy?” the five year old only sniffled.

“I am a b-big man!” they all flinch, to which Tommy let out a yelp, when there was a knock at the door. They relaxed when they saw that it was only their father, however, he was briefly talking to someone from behind the door before shuffling inside.

“Come on, don’t be getting shy now.”

“I feel weird.” it was [M/N]’s voice, but it sounded different compared to earlier. Philza waved his hand and so [M/N]’s let out a sigh and finally entered the room, causing the three children to stare in slightly shock at his different appearance. Instead of the body of an orca with legs, [M/N] now looked completely human with pale skin and black markings where an orca’s skin was black. He still had an abnormal height but at least it wasn’t overwhelming like before, he had short messy [H/C] hair with deep [E/C] eyes. The clothes he wore looked a little looser and baggy compared to when he was an orca, I guess that was because his muscles were more apparent when he was an animal. As a human, he also had many tattoos of islands that he must have visited along with a few flowers, feathers and a compass, his ears were pierced as well and he had a black crow feather hanging along the side of his face from his hair “There, you happy?” he said as he looked at his father, placing his hands on his hips while leaning his weight onto his foot.

“Very, you look just as handsome as the day you left.” this comment raise heat to rush to his pale skin, Philza then clapped his hands as he looked at the other three children “Boys, this is [M/N]’s human form, I hope it’s less scary.”

“You’re making me look bad.” [M/N] nervously rubbed the back of his neck as his eyes averted from the three small children, he takes a deep breath before approaching them and kneeling down, making sure he didn’t get too close so they wouldn’t feel uncomfortable “I’m sorry if I’ve made you three nervous, I didn’t mean to. I haven’t exactly interacted with young children in a long time, but I really want to make this work because this is the first time I’ve had brothers this young before. I’ll stay like this to make sure you guys are comfortable around me, how does that sound?” he believed that Wilbur and Technoblade could handle it, but he was more worried about Tommy, the poor boy cried on sight. He waited nervously and eagerly for his response, swallow thickly as the blonde boy peered over the shoulders of his older brothers shielding him from the stranger.

“... did those hurt?” was the first thing Tommy said, [M/N] didn’t understand the question until he noticed where Tommy was looking, he glanced down while raising his hand and saw that he was staring at the few scars along his chest that were peeking from under his shirt.

“Huh? These? Psh, with the adrenaline pumping, it barely hurt. What hurt was getting the damned thing all stitched up.” he then raised his arm “Wanna see the scar I got after getting harpooned?” Philza stood in the background, a happy smile gracing his lips that [M/N] managed to get the boys to settle down and marvel at works of art all over his body along with the scars left behind the countless battles he’s had over the years. It made him happy that, despite the initial introduction, Tommy now sat snug in his lap while Wilbur and Technoblade sat beside him as he pointed at each of his tattoos and the meanings behind them.

‘I’m glad they’re getting along, I guess I was worried for nothing.’ 

Headcanon:

[m/n] spoke with his brother’s for hours, recalling another one of his tales, that he hadn’t realized that the noise from inside the bar had died down whilst his own father was leaning against his back as he fell asleep.

he probably would have moved them to the couch if it weren’t for the fact that even the three young boys had fallen asleep on him.

he was in a predicament.

fuck it-- he might as well just sleep on the floor with them.

the morning was great because he was cuddled up with his brothers along with his father.

it wasn’t so great for his crew because they were all groaning in pain from the hangovers from the excessive drinking.

he threw water of them to wake them up and told them to stop bitching. 

when the three boys were awake, he brought them aboard his ship and showed them around.

them and his crew were more than excited to show the children around, however, they too had to look like humans as to not overwhelm and startle children.

they were rewarded with booze.

when [m/n] had to set sail again, tommy burst into tears once more because he wanted [m/n] to stay.

why couldn’t he stay?

did he not like them?

quite the opposite really.

he was a wanted man, and the longer he stayed in a certain area, the faster the government authorities got to capturing his band of crazies.

wilbur and technoblade were just as upset because they wouldn’t get to see or hear all his epic tales and spend time with his crew.

[m/n], however, promised to visit more often and send letters to hear from them.

he even promised to send or bring them souvenirs from his adventures, giving them something to look forward too.

when asked why he couldn’t just stay longer, his answer was the fact that his story still hadn’t found its ending just yet and was still being told and written. 

the next time he did drop by he had a few new tattoos that signified his brotherhood to them and represented each brother.

a lute for wilbur, a cutlass sword for technoblade, and an infinity sign for tommy.

tommy thought the infinity sign looked dumb.

when told that it was his limitless brotherly love for him, he had second thoughts.

though he tried not to make it blatantly obvious, to which he failed at it, tommy was without a doubt his favorite brother.

he promised the three brothers, that if they were ever to call him in need of his aid, he would not hesitate to drop everything just to come and help them in dire need.

he was their elder brother, and he was going to make up for his absence for not being there for them when they were growing up.

[justvincentorvinny]

Going for a flight (SBI x male reader)

You're part raven, having wings bigger than Philza

You decide that today seem like an amazing day to fly so that's what you do. In style of course. You walk to a high cliff and you open your majestic wings. You are very proud of them and take care of them every single chance you have. You step off the cliff and off soaring you went! The feeling of the wind hitting the feathers felt amazing as you flew.

But as you were flying, you didn't notice a blonde and he didn't notice you either as you both crashed into each other. Both of you started to fall a few feet before you were able to stop yourself. As for the blonde, it took him a second to also stop falling.

You both landed on the ground safely. "I'm sorry for crashing into you." You said as you were shaking your head and wings. "It's alright mate, I also wasn't paying attention." He said and introduced himself as Philza Minecraft. There was an awkward silence before you decide to head off. "Sorry again Mr. Minecraft, hope to see you around." You were about to leave but a yell startled you and 3 other people came out.

The tallest having pink hair and a crown, the middle one having curly hair and a guitar strap on his torso and a red beanie, and the loud blonde with a white shirt and a sack with something in it. They crowded around Philza asking if he was ok and you took that as your cue to leave. As you left, you heard someone calling out to you but decided to ignore it. You head back to your house to see if your wings suffered after the crash. Luckily, you just lost a few feathers but also got them dirty. You decided to preen them a bit but eventually went to your friend Eret for help.

[minty-ghast]

SBI with you

Part two of -> feral boys with you

Warnings: none

crack fic/imagine/scenario w/ pics

Tommy trying to smuggle you into the movie theatre so you both will only have to pay for one ticket, it unexpectedly went well other than the unbearable back pain you had.🐒

Techno and you at Disney Land, Giving children trauma and nightmares 🤩

You and Wilbur thought it would be a good idea to go waking on dino suits, It was not a good idea. Philza had to bail both of you out.👮

Philza taking a picture while you and Tommy fight over the last chicken nugget, both of you got grounded and techno ate the nugget.🤦

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

Fare Thee Well (Ch 2)

SBI x Platonic!Gender Neutral! Reader

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Requested by: None

Genre: Angst

Proofread: Nope

Music: Kingdom Dance from Tangled

Warnings: Reader having a nightmare, Tommy talking about therapy, Sam mention

Summary: Tommy brings himself around more often. He's a good kid and you don't mind having him around. He brings out the good side of you that you thought you lost after your second life. You owe Tommy a lot.

Author's Note: A Tommy-centric chapter! I wanted to work on the reader's relationship with Tommy since they're both younger siblings compared to Technoblade and Wilbur. It's obvious the two are close and Tommy trusts them a lot. I wanted to convey that more. I'm sure its obvious who hurt the reader but I like not saying it by name :)

-Mod Kenma

Tommy slept over that night. He cuddled up next to you with a cup of tea while you read a book out loud. You had a guest room available but Tommy refused to use it. Through awkward sentences and stumbled words, he confided in you that he was afraid of being alone. You didn't hesitate to allow him in your bed, making space for your lanky brother. Going to sleep was easier than usual. Having Tommy there reminded you that yes, you were alive. You were living and breathing. He grounded you in a way that you weren't used to. As you drifted off to sleep, you found yourself deep into a memory you wished to forget forever.

It was windy and cold, unforgiving weather you could never quite get used to. You shivered, not dressed for the weather. You were in the freezing cold to assist your brother. You had heard about the execution that was planned and couldn't just stand and watch. You needed to help him. You shivered and trudged on. A figure was there in the snow with an axe in hand. Were you too late? You ran, not even bothering with the snow. There your big brother stood in all of his glory. You sighed with relief and pushed your hair out of your face. "I was so worried." You began to explain what the plans were and how you were going to help him.

"How do I know you're here to actually help." You froze, confused. "W-Why would I lie to you?" The cold was starting to get to you again. "I would never betray you; family." How dare he assume you would do such a thing. "I can't trust anybody associated with the government. Especially you and Tommy." What the fuck. "This has nothing to do with Tommy. Why would I go out of my way and freeze my ass off and come all the way out of here to lie? Have I ever lied to you? Just because I live in L'Manburg does not mean I don't care about you." The axe shifted in his hand ever so slightly.

"Phil already warned me. He sent some of chat over. I think I can take care of myself thank you very much." You rolled your eyes. He was always stubborn. "Besides," The axe was raised to your neck. You felt yourself shake but you weren't sure if it was because of the cold or fear. "I need to set an example." It all happened so fast. You weren't sure if he did it because the two of you were siblings or because you were the only L'Manbugian in the area. Your head flew off of your body, landing close by. Your body fell to its side, leaking out blood. You were found like that before you finally respawned in your house with a fresh new scar on your neck.

You woke up with a jolt. As you looked around to ground yourself, you noticed Tommy. You ran your fingers through his hair and tried your best to calm your breathing. The last thing you wanted to do was wake up Tommy. He couldn't see you like this. He was still so small and fragile in your mind. You slowly rose from your bed and grabbed a throw-on cardigan you had for situations like this. You quietly walked to the kitchen and turned on your stove. You placed the old beaten-up kettle you had owned since what felt like forever on the burner and grabbed a mug.

It was an old mug that was used time and time again whenever you felt like shit. It was something that helped you feel better, even if it was just a little bit. While you were in your own little world, Tommy had awoken. Surprisingly, it wasn't because of you missing. It was because he was cold. You heard the pitter-pattering of feet and quickly turned around. Tommy slowly walked up to you, wrapped in a blanket. "What are you doing up?" He asked, yawning. You poured the warm water into the cup and sighed. "I just couldn't sleep. Weird dreams." Tommy nodded and grabbed a mug and carefully inspected your tea options. "I get those too." He said, grabbing a tea bag and gently plopping it into the mug. You poured the water into it and went to the window seat in your living room.

Tommy followed you and sat on the opposite side. There was a beat of silence before you spoke up. "I have nightmares." You muttered before taking a sip of your tea. You felt extremely vulnerable but it was Tommy. You always found yourself telling him the truth. It was the least you could do for him. After you heard what the twins put him through, you knew you had to be honest. "When you were....gone..from L'Manburg, tensions were high. Whenever I wasn't visiting you, I was running around trying to help Tubbo and the cabinet as much as possible." Tommy looked at you with big blue eyes, bringing you back to your childhood. You would read whatever book he brought to you in the living room.

He would go through Techno's books and pull out whatever looked interesting to him. Every night, you would read to him. You took a deep breath and continued your story. "I tried to help. I really did. I wanted to make sure that he was okay. But...he thought I was one of them. It all happened so fast." You found yourself struggling to finish your thought. The burning sensation of the axe digging into your skin made you shudder. Tommy nodded and put his drink down. "I go to this thing called therapy. Sam talked me into it. He said he thought it would be a good idea to talk about what I went through and...get help I guess." You watched as Tommy picked at his nails. You grabbed his hands and let him play with your fingers as he continued.

"It's...nice, yeah nice. I like being able to talk about stuff without feeling like I did something wrong. I feel...comfortable there. I think you should go." You nodded your head and looked out the window. The sun was slowly rising. "I'll look into it. You should head back to bed, it's almost morning." Tommy turned to the window and sighed. "Okay." He squeezed your hands and took his cup of tea to bed. You finished your now cold tea and sighed. Maybe it was time to get your shit together. You had a family gathering to go to after all.

[just-another-echoflower]

This is very good, I just can't wait to see where this series goes.

One Year

a dreamsmp x reader where a young (y/n) wants to rebuild an old old kingdom before they hace to be crowned to rule over their parents kingdom. with the help of their friends and a couple of servents, they hope to rebuild it all withought their parent knowing about it.

part 1/?

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The lovely @acidicvolt edited this!

the pronouns are he/him till age 17 where they’re they/them

word count:4,400

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Age 9:

(y/n) ran around the castle with his friend Tommy, holding a bunch of flowers in our hands. 

“Where’s he at!?” Tommy yelled, looking into every room. “Calm down! We’ll find him!!” he says, still running ahead of him. “Come on slowpoke!!” Tommy looked at (y/n), running quickly after seeing him far ahead of himself. 

“COME BACK HERE!!” (y/n) laughed, running further ahead.

(y/n) ran into the garden, coming across Techno and Wilbur. They were practicing with swords today, as to where they would normally practice hand to hand combat.

He ran up to Techno, who wasn’t doing much as they were just starting another round. (Y/n) ran into Techno’s hip, making him wobble slightly. 

“Heh? What are you doing kid? Aren’t you supposed to be with your parent?” he shook his head, grabbing some of the flowers that he dropped. 

“Nope! Mama Eret said I was allowed to hang out with Tommy today!” (y/n) says, smiling up at the tall man. 

“(y/nnnnn)!! You left me behind!!” he pouts, dropping some of the flowers (y/n) forced him to carry. 

“Tommy, you’re dropping them!!” he says, running over to pick them up. 

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[ze-maki-nin]

Ooo First of all congrats on 400 second I'm so so proud of you and third

May i get a small drabble for C!Techno? It's a band au were the reader is Techs partner and they help him get ready for a battle of the bands basically, and before he leaves they give him a guitar that they were making for him with a bunch of different signatures, after the band Tech is in wins he thanks the reader.

Just some really adorable fluff, i hope this isn't too much

Pairing: C!Techno x Gn!Reader [Band Au]

A/n: Yes yes ofc <3

Event

"You got this Techno!" You said, bouncing in your spot in front of the lead guitarist of "The SBI" band, making a chuckle escape him.

"Ya Ya" He said, waving you off as a blush rose to his cheeks from your cheering. "I always win" Giggling at his confidence, you began to rock back and forth on your heels, hands behind your back.

"Right!" You stated, snapping your fingers as you turned around and rushed towards the large guitar case. "I have something for you! Like a good luck charm of sorts" Running back over to the taller male, you held out the guitar case to him, a smile on your face.

Taking it from you carefully, Techno opened it with a curious gaze. As he saw the custom made guitar with multiple signatures from his favorite guitarist and family, his eyes widened in surprise.

"You. . .You made this?" The pink haired male asked, looking up from the case to see you nod shyly, making a small, genuine small find its way onto his face. "Thank you" Pulling you into a hug, Techno buried his head into your shoulder, bending his back as he did so.

You smiled, hugging back by wrapping your arms around his midsection and setting your head on his shoulder as you smiled. "Your welcome"

[voidgonemissing]

can i request sleepy bois x reader during a powercut where the reader is afraid of the dark? love your writing sm!!!

we'll protect you

➵ c!sbi & reader

➵ cw: fear of darkness, swearing

of course anon! ty for the request I've been wanting to write something but i had no clue as to what until today! so, I'll post this plus another request today and then I'll have some of my other stuff scheduled for the next few days.

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as the storm outside raged on, y/n stay wrapped within their their blanket. the power outage was completely unexpected meaning that they had nothing ready for the storm.

to make matters worse, y/n's phone was dead and they had no idea as to where a flashlight could be and that was if there even was a flashlight.

oh how y/n wished they could tell one of the many boys that was in the house, they refused to. not wanting to have bothered them with their problem. however, y/n remember mentioning it techno once but they highly doubted that he even remembered y/n mentioning what most would see as a childish fear. therefore, y/n stayed under their blanket, only hoping that the power would soon come on.

regardless of y/n thinking technoblade didn't remember. it was the only thing on his mind as he scowered the house for candles, flashlights, lighters, really anything that could bring light. "philza, where are the candles?" The piglin shouted, hearing a series of what seemed to be multiple people's, footsteps.

"is lil ol' technobalde afraid of the dark?" wilbur snickered when he saw the pink haired male practically ruin the organization of things trying to find candles.

"fuck off wilbur, phil!" techno yelled even louder, causing y/n who still lay upstairs to jump slightly.

philza, surprisingly, didn't own many light producing things, the only thing he could think of was the spare lantern he had, so he immediately went to go grab it from its storage area to light it. "got one right here, mate!"

techno shot up from his crouched position, practically running towards philza as he took the lantern from his hands.

"what has you in such a hurry?" tommy asked as he noticed just how quickly techno was moving.

"y/n." was the only answer the boy got as techno ran to y/n's room.

"y/n?" tommy questioned as philza's face morphed to one of concern and quickly followed after techno. both wilbur and tommy looked at eachother before they followed after them.

y/n, who was still hiding under their blanket, flinched when they felt a hand on their shoulder.

"y/n, you can come out now." technoblade spoke softly, trying get y/n into a calm state. "i have a lantern."

y/n's eyes quickly shot open, pulling the blanket out from over their head as they soon noticed the light. quickly scooting closer closer the light, y/n sat huddled against techno when the other three walked in.

"y/n are you ok?!" philza asked the second y/n had come into his line of sight, moving over to inspect them over.

y/n nodded as they avoided any and all eye contact, too embarrassed to face them.

"y/n.. are- are you afraid of thunderstorms?" wilbur asked, y/n shaking their head as they stayed as close to the light as possible.

"the dark," techno corrected as he tries his best to keep y/n close and make them feel protected in some form.

everyone was silent, philza deciding that it would be better to show physical comfort over verbal as he sat on the other side of y/n. the other two boys decided to sit on the floor in front of y/n as tommy started talking, making conversation on a topic that he knew would get y/n's mind off of the darkness that surrounded them.

it worked, y/n had fallen asleep.

[cupidmybeloved]

ICE SKATING

family dynamic sbi x sibling!gn!reader

wilbur: the two of you can never go ice skating with the whole family for bonding time because you guys never fail to drift away, heads too caught up in competition. wilbur grew up playing ice hockey and you grew up doing figure skating which meant that sometimes you’d find yourself teaching wilbur an axel jump, or wilbur teaching you how to shoot a bar down. you and wilbur often challenge each other, seeing who can do laps around the rink fastest. the loser always blaming tommy for being a bad timekeeper. honestly, it wouldn’t be a shock if the rink had prominent markings engraved from your races against each other. you both share an overflowing trophy cabinet in the living room. at the end of each year, the two of you count the medals and trophies together, always hoping to have more awards than the other.

tommy: with wilbur as his role model, it wasn’t a surprise when tommy had asked to take up ice hockey. the first move he learnt was a hockey stop, it quickly became his favourite thing to do on ice. he would do it so often in the same and then scoop up the ice from it and form it into snowballs that would find their way to your face. he loves watching you skate. what can he say? the spins are mesmerising. “aww that was fucking brill do the spin again”. you never fail to find tommy in the crowd during one of your competitions, after all, he’s always the loudest. sometimes you’ll hear him in the crowd bragging to tubbo about how cool you are. you and tommy almost always skate shapes into the ice (they also may or may not almost always be dicks). your favourite thing to do with tommy on ice is sitting him on a skating aid and then pushing him around the rink. every time tommy steps off the ice, you’ll find endless bruises littered on his body.

techno: for someone who wants to move out to a house in the ice plains, he sure as hell can’t skate for shit. he can skate straight lines at best. maybe even turn on his left leg a bit. he keeps saying the reason why he never learnt was that he’s always preferred walking on ice and that his tall figure makes it hard for him to balance but tommy calls bs. you always insist on trying to teach him. at first, he passed up the offer, complaining about how he was tired and that it was winter. soon enough, his need to be better than wilbur eventually made him agree to your offer. wilbur being the little shit that he is, would tell tommy to run into to techno every time he was starting to get the hang of turning.

“techno! you’re doing it- never mind“ “ouch! tommy!” “sorry it was an accident” “yea like the other 29 times?” “yup”

philza: when you were little, you had enjoyed doing ballet. however, after the family had moved houses, there weren’t any nearby ballet academies. as a result, philza had decided to put you in figure skating classes for a few weeks to see if you liked it. spoiler alert, you did. phil was very supportive when you mentioned wanting to pursue a career path in figure skating. throughout your 10 years of figure skating, not once has he missed a competition of yours. the makeup aspect of figure skating was quite difficult for you guys to learn so phil decided to ask a few of his coworkers to teach him. which was why you would often come home from school to find your dad with heavy eyeshadow. thank god none of your looks ever needed eyeliner. one of your traditions would be to practice while wearing his infamous white and green striped hat before competing. after every competition, you’ll always find him with a hot chocolate in hand ready for you.