#tommyinnit hurt/comfort

[shadowdoodles]

@comfy-vember Day 8: Found

“Tommy was walking along the beach near his house... his father was getting ready for work, so he decided to take a walk for a while.

But after a while he found something very strange between some rocks, it looked like a glass bottle... but inside there was something he did not expect.

There was a mer, or he thought it was a mermaid... he had never seen one that looked like an octopus before.”

(Just baby kraken bellow)

[ashwolffe]

Paramedic Au is now on AO3!! with many more chapters to come! Please take care of yourselves as this fic can deal with heavy themes at times.

Two Paramedics Walk into a Bar - Chapter 1 - AshWolffe

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59240101

[rosegoldorigins]

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Notes:

Boo! I hit you with the fluff! (And a dash of angst like sprinkles on a sundae)

I don't know how spooky this is >~< I got carried away playing with your prompts so forgot this was a spooktober fic.

Prompts:

DreamSMP - SBI (Dark SBI optional) - Fae AU - Shapeshifter Tommy - Give some power back to Tommy. Don't let him get bullied.

Title- You Got Too Close (And That's Not Fair. I Fell For You)

Summary- Shapeshifter Tommy got himself in a mess with the Fae.

He could admit it was his fault!

The forced contract was expected. The love and care they gave him was not...

Maybe that wasn’t such an issue for humans. Tommy wouldn’t know, he didn’t masquerade as one often, but as a shapeshifter he get into deep trouble fast just by shifting into the right form and passing security.

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Tommy’s problem as a shapeshifter was he was always so curious.

He’d done it again. He’d slipped past initial impressions and modified his form to copy exactly what was in front of him. Even… even magic.

This was his biggest con yet he thought as he met the eyes of a fae. His bright pink hair and sharp red eyes made the world around him look more vibrant when Tommy stared at him head on.

Tommy was doing that too… He imagined the powerful creature was seeing a dazzling blonde fae with mesmerising blue irises, light shifting around him to highlight all his best angles.

Tommy wasn’t a fae. He wasn’t anything even close to a fae and though the ancient being before him could sniff his kind from a mile away Tommy was fooling him. He’d copied too perfectly. His magic smelled the exact same.

Tommy grinned flashing his sharp teeth. The fae sighed rolling his eyes as elegantly as royalty.

“How did you get in here?” Techno asked.

“I’m a mastermind!” Tommy teased. “A stealth artist and a-“

“Thief.” The fae supplied.

“I haven’t stolen anything!” Tommy refuted.

“Not yet.”

“I ain’t no thief!” Tommy shouted throwing his arms out and making magic sparkle around him.

God that didn’t happen for lesser fae, he checked in on Techno and saw his eyebrow raise. He’d noticed too. Tommy was ‘powerful’ by fae standards.

“I came to see what all the fuss was about! A ball? And I wasn’t invited?!” He acted appalled.

“You are nothing here.” Techno turned his head away dismissively. “You hold no land and no title why would I invite you?”

“I’ve got titles! Plenty of titles!”

“Like?” Techno tilted his head just enough to catch his eye over his shoulder.

“Like- like I’d tell you.” Tommy crossed his arms.

He knew anything he said would catch him out. Fae social classes were nothing like a dragons or racoons. You didn’t fight like a savage to get what you wanted, you spun tales and found loopholes to break your enemies apart.

Techno scoffed walking away.

“Hey!” Tommy shouted. “I wasn’t done talking to you!”

Techno ignored him as he traveled smoothly down the hall.

“You’re being rude!”

The fae froze like a spell was cast over him. As Tommy caught up the tension in Techno’s shoulders fled and he looked him over meaningfully.

“Apologies.” He said automatically.

“You don’t mean it.” Tommy bared a fang with a hiss.

The fae blinked at him, surprised by the feral sound. He turned slowly and bowed slightly keeping his eyes on Tommy.

“I am sincere in my apologies…” Techno said carefully. “I merely felt your lack of cooperation in the conversation was…” He considered his next words.

“Lack of cooperation?” Tommy spat. “What on Earth are you talking about?”

“Your titles.” Techno replied testily. “You didn’t share them.” He stood with a flourish of his hands. Tommy was jealous on how he could settle his clothes and hair so easily, even his copious amounts of jewellery didn’t jingle unless he commanded them to.

“Look Techno.” Tommy glared at him. “You didn’t greet me properly when I entered your territory, you called me a thief and you’ve been dismissing me for months now on the basis that I don’t meet your standards.”

He could feel his eyes heat up as magic fizzled in the air, this wasn’t something a shapeshifter was able to do. Sure he could copy visuals, pick up culture and language in a cinch but magic was always meant to be basic. This wasn’t basic. The fae’s eyes widened minutely. Tommy was presenting as powerful.

“Have you ever considered that my lack of cooperation stems from your behaviour?” Tommy growled. “If you treated me nicer maybe we wouldn’t be butting heads all the time!”

The fae bowed deeper making Tommy’s magic fizzle out in shock.

Techno never bowed… Sure the small one he’d done before was given to a million fae to appease testy lords and ladies. Even his swift dry apology was commonplace but a deep bow?

“I atone for my sins.” Techno said hurriedly. “It is a dishonour that I couldn’t pick up the strength of your power. You are clearly remarkable-”

“As all the others.” Tommy huffed crossing his arms. He taped his finger with a frown. He didn’t like this new behaviour in the fae, Techno bowed to no one… least of all a shapeshifter.

Techno looked up in surprise. Tommy’s magic was gone. He’d let it disappear into the aether.

A shapeshifter’s magic only worked for short sharp displays. It was all visual. All a lie. Techno straightened.

“Are you…” He cleared his throat. “Would you like to join me?” He waved down the hall.

Tommy’s eyes widened as he looked to him.

“I was heading to the training grounds.” The fae said awkwardly. “Balls were never quite my thing…”

Tommy lit up. “Sure big man!” He bounced up beside him. “Lead the way!” He laughed.

The simple earing in his right ear jingled at his swift movements. Techno’s eyes drew to it for a moment.

“Alright…” Techno began walking again.

“How good are you with a sword?” Tommy asked. “I’m the best.” He puffed his chest out.

“Really?” Techno deadpanned. “Do you not know who I am?”

“Enlighten me.” Tommy teased. “The legends have slipped my mind.”

Techno was widely popular for his strength in battle. He bowed to no one because he could kill faster than a fae could mutter a curse. Tommy knew all this. The fae was dangerous and for some twisted reason it drew Tommy in more than it warned him away.

 

Tommy got what he wanted. He was fighting the fae known best for his bloodshed.

If Tommy thought too hard he couldn’t pinpoint why he wanted it so bad. Why his curiosity urged him to test the boundaries of the strongest creature alive.

Tommy threw Techno’s attack off, swinging his sword and deflecting every blow.

The fae was smiling. Tommy couldn’t remember ever seeing him smile. Not with other powerful fae, not with the High King or even with the soldiers he trained.

Tommy forced Techno’s steps to slide back and he twirled around his opponent to test his reflexes.

The fae was fast, smart, he didn’t take the bait and body slammed Tommy as he got too close.

Tommy kept his footing even as the fae charged forward and he saw the glint in Techno’s eye that he was enjoying the challenge.

Tommy was enjoying it too…

As the fae fought harder his magic turned his aura red. Techno’s hair turned darker, his eyes shifted colour and his clothes looked like the spilt blood of a thousand battles. Even his jewellery shifted in tune to his fighting. Tommy grinned latching onto his power to soak up every piece of magic he could take.

He didn’t realise how it was turning him red too. His eyes and hair changed, his clothes moved with him like a second skin as his sword shone brighter and his teeth turned sharper.

Techno was delighted and Tommy matched him like every shapeshifter was naturally inclined to do.

As the battle progressed the strength of their magic grew. It burst in waves with each hit of their weapons drawing in curious souls.

They gained an audience…

Tommy taunted and bantered parrying the fae’s sword and striking at his openings. Neither of them got hit and it made Tommy wonder how he fought a little too well for his experience.

The realisation made him stumble and Techno took the opening enthusiastically.

Tommy was thrown to the ground and he gasped as the wind left him.

He’d been hit with a magical attack not just a physical one so his form disappeared in a moments notice leaving him raw and open.

He heaved looking up to meet those red eyes that offered him such a tantalising challenge. The fae was shocked and disgusted.

“Shapeshifter.” He growled.

“Tech-“ Tommy wheezed. “I’m-“

The fae marched towards him grabbing the collar of his shirt and lifting him up.

“You dare deceive me?! Do you know who I am? What I’m capable of?!”

“Yes, yes, I do.” Tommy grabbed his wrists weakly. His powers were still feeding off Techno’s. He could feel his form rippling just as the fae shook him.

“Stop that!”

“I can’t!” Tommy gasped. “I’m sorry, I can’t…” He bowed his head.

Within a moment he was the same fae as before. Blonde hair sparkling unnaturally, blue eyes aimed at the floor.

The audience around them were chattering and hissing at the imposter among their midst. Techno had to kill him. This was a display now. A public execution.

Techno rattled a growl as he pulled Tommy closer to his face. The shapeshifter flinched at his hot breath and sharp teeth.

“Why did you do it?” Techno asked quietly.

Tommy shivered as he shifted his grip on the fae’s wrists. “I don’t know…” He closed his eyes helplessly.

“Give me a better answer than that!” Techno hissed in offence.

“I-“ Tommy’s shoulders curled up. “I got drawn in!” He shook his head. “It’s stupid, stupid. I knew it was dangerous. I knew you would get angry!”

“Then why did you do it?!” Techno insisted.

“Because of you!” Tommy admitted. He met the fae’s eyes and his breath caught. The red reminded him of a vampires and it so enticingly held his attention like a thrall. That was the power of the fae. Their beauty enraptured you until it was too late. Until you were too close.

Tommy was too close…

“Me?” Techno replied flatly.

“You… are the best of the best.” Tommy said slowly. “You are the strongest and the most fascinating. Even from a distance…” He swallowed. “I guess I got tricked didn’t I?” He chuckled. “Fell for your charm like every other stupid human.”

The fae narrowed his eyes. “You really are a thief.” He said.

Tommy exhaled losing the adrenaline in his body. “Yeah…” He agreed. “All I wanted was your attention.” He grit his teeth. “I got what I wanted…” He tilted his head to bare his neck.

Tommy had shifted into many creatures in his lifetime. Simple animals, magical entities and proud predators. There was a universal language amongst all of them even when Tommy acted as prey.

Techno’s eyes widened at his submission. Fae were too proud to ever bare their weaknesses for the world to see.

His grip on Tommy’s shirt tightened then within a blink he stepped forward and warped into the castle.

Tommy spluttered. “What- How?”

“You aren’t after my magic…” Techno said curiously. Tommy swallowed as the fae looked him over. “And you have no bad intent…” He said in surprise.

“I-“

Techno dropped him to the floor making him gasp.

Tommy watched as Techno moved to the window. He looked over the crowd in his courtyard, all angry and growling at each other.

“I’m sorry…” Tommy said weakly.

The fae hummed tilting his head as the door burst open.

“Techno!”

Tommy whipped his head to the newcomer. It was the fae’s brother.

Wilbur met Techno’s eye then when their expressions flashed in silent communication he turned his sharp gaze to Tommy.

“Shapeshifter.” He growled in disgust.

Tommy dipped his head. It wasn’t surprising the fae hated shapeshifters, nearly every species disowned and exiled him from their ranks.

The fae’s feet entered his vision and he bowed his head deeper making Wilbur scoff. “Have you no pride?”

Tommy flinched and looked up. “What?”

“I heard you bared your neck to my brother and now you bow your head to me? If there’s one thing you should know about the fae is we hate weakness.”

Tommy looked carefully to Techno then flicked his eyes back to Wilbur. “You… want me to fight you?” He asked.

“I want you to defend yourself.” Wilbur corrected with a hiss. He threw his foot forward and Tommy dodged staring up at him with wide eyes from the floor.

“That’s better.” Wilbur nodded. He turned to Techno and joined his side. “So why is he still alive?”

Techno scoffed looking Tommy over. “He is… strong.”

Wilbur rolled his eyes at his answer. “Always so easily impressed Techno.” He walked over to the window. “Dad’s not going to be happy about this.”

Tommy looked between them in confusion.

“I think dad will be quite happy actually.” Techno jabbed at his brother.

Wilbur shrugged as he kept watching the commotion outside. “You’ve made a mess for me to clean up.”

“You enjoy the work.” Techno sighed.

Wilbur grinned. “Maybe I do…” He conceded. “But I didn’t ask for more fuel to the fire.” He slid his eyes to Tommy. “You’re going to be the talk of the century. I hope you like popularity.”

Tommy shivered.

The door opened again and in came the High King. Tommy bowed his head swiftly freaking out that the most powerful creature in all of fae kind was in the same room as him.

“Your majesty.” Techno mocked as he crossed his arms.

“Techno.” The King said amused.

Wilbur made a dramatic bow. “Evening dad.” He cocked his head. “Wonderful day for some drama don’t you think?”

Tommy paled at the two princes greeting their father. Tommy knew Techno was a general and one of the most highly respected fae in all the land but a prince?

“What do we have here?” The King asked towards Tommy.

“A shapeshifter.” Wilbur bounced over to his brothers shoulder. “And guess who wants to keep him?”

“Keep?” Tommy couldn’t help blurting out. He tensed at the High King’s eyes on him but he was too busy looking to Techno for a sign this was a misunderstanding.

Techno was watching him closely. “You think I’d let you go?”

“You think I’d accept being kept?” Tommy spat. He could feel his magic flaring again. Three powerful fae were in the room and Tommy was matching their energy. His eyes turned black and his aura turned red as his hair floated around his face. “I’m not an animal.” His voice echoed with power.

“Really?” Wilbur hummed. “I thought that’s what your species were well known for,” He smiled. “Filthy little animals that steal and cheat and lie-“

“Wilbur that’s enough-“ The King interrupted.

Tommy shot his hand out throwing a burst of magic at Wilbur’s face. The fae grinned as it flew towards him, Techno’s hand reaching out and intercepting the blow.

Tommy’s eyes widened as he looked to Techno. The fae was shaking his hand out with a frown at him. “So you are using my magic.” He said.

Tommy bared his teeth. “I’m using my own actually.” He growled.

“How does that work?” Wilbur asked curiously.

Tommy’s spine straightened. He was appalled they were having this conversation. He moved his eyes to the High King then pouted at Techno.

“I’m leaving.” He declared.

“Be my guest.” Techno waved his arm out.

Tommy stood and balled his hands into fists. Something was off here. Fae were all about tricks.

“Before you go…” Techno said idly. “I believe you owe me a deal for your deception.”

“I don’t owe you anything.” Tommy growled.

“Don’t you?” Techno acted surprised. “You entered my land without stating your true nature, you sparred me in my own court and used my own magic against me.” His eyes turned dark as he glared at Tommy. “You’ve caused me a mess that needs to be dealt with.” He waved outside to the fae that would be gossiping and jeering at Techno’s behaviour. He should’ve publicly executed Tommy. That was tradition for a non fae infiltrating a court. It was an insult.

Tommy frowned and thought it over.

“I suppose…” He conceded. If he gave Techno his deal there would be no debt. Tommy wouldn’t be hunted down.

It was risky to make a deal with the fae but it was riskier to leave indebted to the prince.

Tommy straightened and let the magic he’d gathered settle properly into his form. He was as honest and deceiving as Techno now. They were on even ground.

“What do you propose?” Tommy asked carefully.

Techno grinned sharply. “Will?” He tilted his head to his brother.

Wilbur happily stepped forward. “We want your name.” He held his hand out. “Just to start easy.” He said innocently.

Tommy frowned at him. “You can call me Tommy.” He replied.

It wasn’t his True Name and Wilbur could tell. He pouted in disappointment.

“Is our deal fulfilled?” Tommy asked.

“Oh heavens no.” Wilbur smiled. “There should be terms. Give and take on both sides no?”

Tommy glared at him. “Your next words will be under contract.” He warned. “Don’t ask for things that do not relieve my debt.”

Wilbur giggled giddily. “Said like a true fae.” He stepped closer. “Well then… Tommy.” He said for emphasis. “The terms are as follows, you get to keep your life and we clean up the social mess outside,” He smiled. “for your returned presence at the castle for as long as you deceived us. Do you agree to those terms?”

Tommy pinched his lips thinking the deal over. Wilbur was a master of words. It was well known that if you wanted to succeed in your end of a deal you went to Techno not Will.

“I do not agree to those terms.” He decided.

All the fae in the room tensed, eyes glowing with magic.

“Instead I offer new terms.” Tommy appeased. “I will stay only for as long as I deceived you.” He stated. “Afterwards I am free without pursuit.” He gave Techno a meaningful look. “During my time in this castle I do no have to do anything you say.” He narrowed his eyes at Wilbur. “I am independent with no influence or magical sway. I will be safe.” He carefully looked to the High King. “And I will be treated with respect. You will protect me from any dishonour fae outside our agreement give me. And in return…” He sighed. “I will help clean up the social mess I’ve made.” He met Techno’s eye. “Do you agree to these terms?” He asked.

Technoblade smiled at him then passed a look to his brother.

Wilbur nodded and Techno stepped forward with his hand held out. “I agree to those terms.” He said.

Tommy took his hand and their contract locked into place. Tommy could feel it in his magic. He was bound to the terms he’d set. He couldn’t leave before his three months was up.

“Great.” Tommy withdrew his hand and rubbed it on his clothes. “It’s an honour and all that.” He rolled his eyes.

Techno scoffed.

“Do I get a room?” He checked.

He technically hadn’t asked for one so it was well within their right to make him sleep on the floor. Then again… would that be a breach of ‘treating him with respect?’

“Ha ha! Already so demanding!” Wilbur laughed as he flourished his hands. “These next few months will be a treat!” He gave a pointed look to his father.

The High King was watching Tommy closely, it was the most terrifying experience to exist under his gaze.

“I suppose I have some basic guest rooms you could use.” Techno drawled. “But don’t expect anything lavish.” He warned.

Tommy crossed his arms. “Wasn’t planning on it.” He scowled at Wilbur. “Fae don’t like shapeshifters after all.”

 

Turns out the fae really liked Tommy. Techno was fascinated by his magic and fighting, Wilbur was interested in how Tommy used his shifting abilities and Phil liked having something new going on in his court. They’d never had a shapeshifter stick around.

Tommy expected scorn and vitriol from the High King and his sons but they didn’t struggle at all with the terms he’d set. They respected him, they defended him against other fae and they made no move to hypnotise or cast a spell on him.

Tommy was having to adjust to them looking after him. They sought him out and gave him all he needed, they gave him entertainment and taught him a thing or two about how fae worked. It was nothing like how he expected things to go. The ‘social mess’ he was tasked to clean up was fixed swiftly in his first week of staying with them. Wilbur knew exactly how to cut arguments off and the power of Phil’s status left no room for the fae to budge on the family’s decision.

It wasn’t up for debate… a shapeshifter had entered their ranks and Technoblade had struck a deal with the critter. No one knew what the deal was but they were smart enough not to stick their noses where they didn’t belong.

Tommy’s only responsibility was staying on Technoblade’s territory until his time was up. It was exceptionally easy and he was waiting for the other ball to drop.

He was enjoying himself… and when he enjoyed himself that’s when things went bad.

 

The last month of Tommy’s stay was the best he’d ever experienced with a group that wasn’t his own species. The fae gave him passing pats, messing with his hair and pulling him into side hugs. They each had a special bond with Tommy and the boy had grown more in his skills and identity than he’d ever done in his whole time on earth.

He was missing them even as he still spent time with them knowing it had to end at some point.

He couldn’t live as a fae… he wasn’t one. (And they knew that. They were immensely accepting of his shapeshifter abilities. He got to be whatever he wanted, when he wanted.)

Tommy couldn’t gather the words to say how he felt. How he yearned to stay with them. How he wanted to keep having what they gave him.

The time came when his contract was up and Tommy left with a swift goodbye. He couldn’t handle doing it slow. He didn’t want to drag out the pain.

They didn’t follow him. Tommy knew they couldn’t but it still stung. This was his decision. Could he risk going back? Could he risk learning that the past three months was a ruse? That they’d never actually cared for him?

Tommy lasted a week. It was all he could do before his loneliness consumed him. He snuck into Techno’s room.

“Techno.”

Techno looked up and locked eyes with him immediately.

Tommy bobbed his head, dropping from the ceiling and shifting from the lemur he’d been to the fae he often presented as.

“H-hey.” He fiddled with his hands nervously.

“Hey.” Techno smiled.

Tommy didn’t know what to say further than that. He wasn’t able to spy on them and gather courage after observing, the fae would be able to sense him too easily. This was the only way he could get answers.

“How… how are you?” Tommy tilted his head so he was looking past his fringe at the fae. He knew he shouldn’t be here, there was nothing owed between them, sticking around was begging for another mistake to strike.

“I’m well…” Techno said slowly. It was a tell that he was lying. Techno was trying to find a loophole.

Tommy stiffened and looked up at him properly.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing.” Techno chuckled waving his hands. “It’s a small problem. Should take no time at all to fix.”

Tommy nodded dropping his shoulders. “That’s good.” He sighed. “Can I help in any way?”

Techno’s lips pinched. “You already are…” He admitted.

Tommy frowned.

He was already…? Oh.

“Did you… were you missing me?” He asked.

Techno snorted looking him over fondly. “You could say that…”

Tommy smiled and stepped forward. “Right.” He said with more confidence. “Because the great Techno, Fae of Blood and War doesn’t have feelings like that.” He joked.

Techno embraced him as soon as Tommy was close and he melted dropping his head onto his. “No.” He agreed. “It’s nothing like that.”

Tommy snickered hugging the fae back. “It was a week loser.”

Techno squeezed him and growled lowly. “That’s only as long as you were able to keep away.”

“Hey!” Tommy looked up at him indignantly. “That’s not-!”

Techno gave him a look.

Tommy coughed avoiding his eye. “You’re only kinda close.”

“Right.” Techno replied amused. “Because the great Tommy is unpredictable.”

“Exactly!” Tommy shouted. “I’ll hear no further slander!”

The fae chuckled, his voice ringing with power. “It’s good to have you back Tommy…” He looked the boy over. “You-“ He swallowed.

Tommy met his eye and saw something conflicted swirl within them.

“I want to give you my True Name.” Techno said.

“What?!” Tommy stepped back. “Techno no-!”

“Please.” Techno closed his eyes as Tommy left his arms. He opened them to smile at him sadly. “I need to know you can call upon me if you need. Even if you never want me around… I need you to have access to me.”

Tommy’s body trembled at the thought. Such devotion meant Techno wasn’t tricking him. The fae didn’t even ask for a trade. He wasn’t asking Tommy to return the favour, Techno only wanted him to have access to him.

“I-“ He said.

Techno held his hand out and Tommy placed his hand in his automatically.

“Tommy…” Techno exhaled. “I am giving you my True Name freely and without pain.” He looked up at his face. “It’s Technoblade.”

Tommy felt the fae’s magic wash over him, Techno’s True Name was his now. His to own and his to use.

“I’m giving mine in return under the same conditions.” Tommy stated. Techno’s eyes widened in surprise as Tommy tightened his grip. “It’s TommyInnit.”

Tommy felt his magic recede for just a moment to fill Techno up. The fae rolled his shoulders realising what Tommy meant when he said his magic was his own.

They were both red fae but there was a contrast.

Techno’s power was born from bloodshed and fighting, Tommy’s power came from fighting too but it was a different form, a type of survival that every shapeshifter was familiar with. Desperation.

Tommy could shift and steal like his life depended on it because it always did. He could mimic to look exactly like Techno and he could become a carbon copy of any fae in the court so they would accept him.

Tommy had been shifting his whole life and never found acceptance. Techno was the first one to show him what that felt like.

“TommyInnit.” Techno smiled.

“Technoblade." Tommy grinned back.

“I can't believe…” Techno shook his head.

“I guess Wilbur is going to have a field day with this.” Tommy joked. “He always said we were like brothers.

Techno pouted. “Can I own your name for a little longer without him having it too? He’s going to be such a pain about this.”

Tommy held back a laugh at Techno’s pettiness. He really was a fae no matter how much he said he felt disconnected from his kind. How long did he expect to have the sole privilege of owning his name?

“I guess a few more moments can’t hurt.” Tommy shrugged.

Techno pulled him into a hug and held him tight. “Can you stay?” He asked weakly like he expected a rejection.

“Mm.” Tommy pretended to think about it. “You do realise I just signed my True Name over right? I think that’s a pretty big hint that I’m staying.”

Techno pulled away slightly to look at him. “You… you don’t want to run away?” He asked.

“Why would I?” Tommy shrugged. “What’s a shapeshifter got out there that’s better than in here?”

Techno smiled sadly. “Freedom?”

Tommy gripped his arms and kept his gaze steady. “And a whole world aiming knives at my back.” He reminded.

Techno’s face fell. “You’re so strong Tommy…”

“But I don’t have to be when I have you.” Tommy said.

Technoblade blinked. “I suppose not…” He thought back to all the fae that had tried to kill Tommy. Wilbur and him had beheaded every last one of them.

“So I’m staying.” Tommy smiled. “And truthfully…” He looked away bashfully. “I’m glad you want me too. I thought…”

Techno snorted and bumped heads with him. “We all fell for you pretty fast Tommy… None of those three months was a lie.”

“That’s good to know.” Tommy leaned more into Techno’s embrace. “I was kinda worried.”

Techno squeezed him. “That’s fair.”

“But like you told me before…” Tommy reminded. “None of us are monsters.”

“No.” Techno chuckled. “Not me and certainly not you.”

Tommy hummed in disbelief. It would take some time to unlearn the hate he’d been given but at least he had the fae to help him.

“I love you big brother Techno.” He joked.

“I love you Tommy.” The fae replied. He was wholly serious when he said it.

Tommy hugged him tighter to let him know he returned the sentiment.

He loved his new family even as he struggled to get the words out.

He couldn’t wait to share his True Name with the others.

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I hope you enjoyed VoidRatWrites! :D I loved your prompts and I feel like we like the same DreamSMP/SBI stuff! Let me know what you thought! I tried to keep it short and sweet ^-^

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[slasher-fucker-and-sucker]

WIP Wednesday-

In the quiet hours of the early morning, when the Dream SMP was still cloaked in a gentle mist, Philza sat on the edge of a cliff overlooking the tranquil lands below. His black feathered wings folded neatly behind him, rustling ever so slightly as he breathed in the crisp air. The world felt at peace for a rare moment—a fleeting moment in a world often filled with chaos and destruction.

Phil had always been a watcher, a protector. His wings were a symbol of his eternal vigilance, of his quiet, constant presence over the server. For centuries, he'd guarded lands, cities, and people, but it was here in the Dream SMP that he’d found something different—something akin to family.

As the sun began to crest over the horizon, a figure appeared below, scaling the steep incline to join him. It was Tommy, out of breath and exasperated as usual.

“Phil! There you are!” Tommy called out, his voice bouncing off the rocks as he scrambled to the top. “Why do you always have to sit up here? Do you have any idea how long it took me to find you?”

Phil chuckled, his gaze still fixed on the glowing sky. “Morning, Tommy. You know, you could always take the scenic route like I do.” He gave his wings a slight stretch, sending a gust of wind in Tommy's direction, who stumbled back, feigning annoyance.

“Yeah, yeah,” Tommy muttered, brushing himself off. “But not all of us can just take to the skies and skip the hard parts. Besides, I like a good challenge.” He puffed his chest out proudly, earning an amused smile from Phil.

“Fair enough,” Phil said, folding his wings back into place. He looked down at Tommy, his expression softening. “What brings you here, then?”

Tommy hesitated, his usual bravado slipping for just a moment. “I… I just wanted to make sure you were alright, you know? After everything that happened with L’Manberg… with Techno.” The memory lingered between them, as heavy as the mist hanging in the air.

Phil’s smile faded, and he sighed deeply, the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him once more. “I appreciate that, Tommy. This world… it’s always moving, always changing, and sometimes it’s hard to keep up. But that’s why I’m here—to watch over all of you. Even when things get dark.”

He extended one wing, wrapping it gently around Tommy’s shoulders. Tommy tensed, but quickly relaxed, letting himself lean into Phil’s embrace.

“You’re the only one who can do it, you know,” Tommy muttered. “Look after us, I mean. You’re like… the father figure we never really knew we needed. Even if you’re a bit of an old crow sometimes.”

Phil chuckled, ruffling Tommy’s hair. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

[witchyleehibernates-fics]

Potatoes Were Never That Good Anyways

Summary:

Tommy cried a little more, burying his face in Techno’s shoulder, so Techno tightened his hold just a tad more. He kept his breathing even, so that Tommy could mimic it to the best of his ability when he was done crying, or even to work through the tears. The voices were cooing over Tommy, though there was an apparent effort for them to stay quiet. Techno closed his eyes, resting his chin on Tommy’s head, and began to carefully rock them… once he was no longer leaning against the cabinet’s at least. Tommy laughed briefly when Techno knocked into the handle of one of the doors. But Tommy wasn’t done crying, and that had overtaken him again immediately afterwards.

Content Warning's/Trigger Warnings: panic attacks, mentions of the green man, hurt comfort

Let me know if you feel I missed something!

Characters: Technoblade, TommyInnit

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,267

Status: Complete

Fanfic Links:

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Techno had absolutely no clue what had caused Tommy to start panicking. They had been talking quietly about different foods they liked while Techno was preparing something for them to eat; Tommy was much too thin in Techno’s opinion, and he was making sure that Tommy ate at least three times a day.

Techno refused to answer any of Tommy’s questions on the ‘how’ and ‘why’ snacks kept appearing in his room.

But then Techno either said something, or maybe it was his movements, but he turned towards Tommy, a potato in hand as he uttered something about possible gardening ideas, since Tommy had once asked about learning how to garden.

He’d heard a strangled yelp from Tommy, and the next thing Techno knew, Tommy had fallen from the chair, moving away from Techno like Techno was a threat, or would hurt him. Techno was frozen in shock, watching Tommy curl up in the corner, arms coming up to cover his face.

Techno knew the position well, had probably been in that position at least a hundred times, maybe more… Tommy was protecting all of his vital organs and the places that were weakest.

“Tommy?” Tommy cried out a little, curling up even tighter in the fetal position. “Theseus?” Techno turned, setting everything in his hands down as he didn’t know what had triggered the panic attack, before turning back towards Tommy and crouching down. Techno paused for a moment before deciding to just sit on the ground.

“Theseus,” Techno called out again, keeping his voice even. He took a deep breath, mind running over different calming techniques. “Theseus, can you hear me?” Techno asked, and when there was no response, Techno started humming.

When he was little, his mom would hum this one song nearly constantly. It helped block out the voices that had scared him so much as a child. Techno didn’t, or couldn’t, remember the song that she loved, but he remembered the melody enough to hum it himself.

It helped on nights when life felt like too much or the voices felt too loud. He hoped that it helped Tommy to some degree. Even if it only helped Tommy just barely break out of the panic, Techno could cover the rest from there.

“Techie?” Tommy’s voice sounded weak and scratchy, but it was a massive improvement from the silence. Even Techno’s voices had been silent, or as silent as they could handle. A surprising 45 minutes, though it was also concerning.

“Yeah Theseus?” Techno asked, his voice quiet as he stopped humming. He was relieved to hear that most of Tommy’s breathing had fallen into a semi regular pattern, though he still seemed so skittish and scared.

“I don’t like potatoes.” Tommy uttered, his arms coming down from where they were covering his face, and instead wrapping around his midsection.

“Can I ask why?” Techno asked, keeping his voice even. Tommy frowned, and Techno almost took back his question when he saw how distant Tommy’s eyes looked. But Tommy also seemed at least aware.

“Dr-He would hurt me with them.” Tommy was talking about his older brother. Techno swallowed as he made sure that his face didn’t show what he thought about that particular thought. The knowledge that he had hurt Tommy made Techno feel sick to his stomach. Techno wondered if he himself had ever hurt Tommy, by ignoring the signs that seemed so obvious when Techno looked back but had seemed fine and normal while it happened in real time.

“No more potatoes.” Techno nodded, he could handle not having potatoes, especially not all the time. Tommy was more important than one of Techno’s favorite foods. Tommy looked up quickly, eyes wide and mouth partially parted, he was shocked by Techno’s words.

“Wha-But they’re your favorite!” Tommy exclaimed, eyes wide. Techno could see the start of another panic attack, or at the very least Tommy was panicking just a little.

“You are more important than my favorite food, Theseus.” Techno responded, shrugging. “Potatoes were never that good, anyways.” Tommy… Tommy started crying then, and Techno didn't know what to do. His eyes widened, and Techno tried to think of something to say, but-

“Can I have a hug?” Tommy asked, hands coming up to wipe furiously at the falling tears.

“Always.” Techno moved as if to move closer, but there was no need. Tommy had been much quicker than Techno, and had just about teleported to get to Techno’s side. Techno huffed a breath of laughter, though he smothered it because this wasn’t something to laugh about.

He held Tommy in a hug, and it took seconds before he was humming again.

Tommy cried a little more, burying his face in Techno’s shoulder, so Techno tightened his hold just a tad more. He kept his breathing even, so that Tommy could mimic it to the best of his ability when he was done crying, or even to work through the tears.

The voices were cooing over Tommy, though there was an apparent effort for them to stay quiet. Techno closed his eyes, resting his chin on Tommy’s head, and began to carefully rock them… once he was no longer leaning against the cabinet’s at least.

Tommy laughed briefly when Techno knocked into the handle of one of the doors. But Tommy wasn’t done crying, and that had overtaken him again immediately afterwards.

“I don’t like the color green, either.” Tommy uttered a little while later. By now, Techno was certain that it was too late to have lunch, and he might as well start working on dinner. But Tommy had yet to make a move to move. The only reason Techno had been sure Tommy was still awake, before he spoke, was because Tommy occasionally sniffled, his breath occasionally stuttering, and because his grip around Techno’s arm occasionally changed.

“Want to repaint your room?” Techno asked, knowing that Tommy’s room was currently a middle shade of green.

“Yeah…” Tommy nodded against Techno’s arm.

“What color?” Techno asked, tilting his head as he leaned back against the cabinets, taking a deeper breath before returning it to a steady pattern. Tommy mimicked him, and Techno wondered if that was on purpose or not.

“Can… Can we do a pattern? Red and white?”

“What kind of pattern?”

“... Hexagons. With occasional bubbles of… of other colors. I… Tubbo wears a lot of dark green, and Ranboo loves purple, and-well, Purpled liked blue…”

“We can do whatever you want to do. Might have to do some research first.” Techno mused, tilting his head to the side.

“Okay…” Tommy sighed, sounding tired. Techno didn’t blame him, crying takes a lot of energy. He was probably thirsty too.

“Come on, let’s get off this floor. Couch is probably more comfortable anyways, get you some water.” Techno uttered after a couple minutes. Tommy made a noise of discontent. Techno wondered if Tommy wasn’t going to move, but then Tommy shifted, releasing Techno’s arm. Techno let go, watching as Tommy stretched, his back cracking loudly, and sighing as he slumped forwards lightly. “There’s a weighted blanket on the couch if you want to take a small nap?”

“Okay…” Tommy nodded, turning and giving Techno a small smile. “Thank you, Techno.”

“Of course, Theseus.” Techno smiled, reaching forward and ruffling Tommy’s hair. Tommy made a face as he got up, already moving towards the living room. Techno would bring him a glass of water in a few minutes, but first, he had some unprepared food to throw out, and a new favorite food to find.

Maybe he could try carrots.

[youreyeslookliketheocean]

Chapter summary:

Wilbur sat down on the bed. “I almost watched you die to one, Tommy. I can’t teach you to fight, knowing that something like that might happen again. You’re my little brother.”

“And you’re my older brother. I still let you do this, knowing what might happen. Knowing what it feels like to… to hurt.”

“That’s different.”

“It’s not.”

Wilbur’s gaze drifted up to Tommy’s eyes, contemplative, and Tommy put effort into looking the part. He tilted his chin up, pushed his shoulders back, tried to bleed confidence as shimmering and brilliant as… well… gold.

“I’m not scared, Wilbur,” he said. “Please just let me help.”

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Final chapter!!!! I hope you guys have enjoyed this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it :)

[wolfsbane54]

Chapters: 15/? Fandom: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF, QSMP | Quackity SMP, Dream SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kristin Rosales Watson/Phil Watson | Philza, Kristin Rosales Watson & Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza, TommyInnit & Phil Watson | Philza, Phil Watson | Philza & Phil Watson | Philza's Chat Characters: Kristin Rosales Watson, Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot Additional Tags: Fantasy, Mystery, Curses, Witches, Angst, Goddess of Death Kristin Rosales Watson, Human Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot and Technoblade and TommyInnit are Siblings, Magic, Witch Curses, Witch Hunters, Temporary Character Death, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Witch Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Angel of Death Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Possessive Behavior, reverse adoption, Falling In Love, Sleepy Bois Inc as Found Family, backwards town, attempt at writing unfair witch trial, Dark Kristin Rosales Watson, Dark Magic, Dark Magic Ritual, Dark TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Dark Wilbur Soot, Dark Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Crows, Ancient magic, Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Witch Kristin Rosales Watson, Fluff, Oblivious Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), False Accusations, Gaslighting Summary:

Phil is a traveler at heart. By the time he turned of age he was ready to explore the world and did. Along his travel he find a quaint town that and plans to stay to explore the land around this new place. He is warned on his first day to not bring out his potions and magical items that he has found along his journey. The longer he stays the more find clues of the history of the town, he starts to notice weird things. Like the three boys that seemed to scare the town with their mere presence. To the mysterious beautiful Lady that appears at night. And why are the towns people obsessed with burning crows? And Why is there always the lingering scent of something burning within the town? (Or Phil finds strange town that hasn’t caught up with the rest of the world, that hides a horrible secret and curse. He catches the attention of a powerful being and her chosen children. Will he survive the encounters? Or will he unwittingly find himself gifted with eternal life, and gain a family in the process.)

CHARACTERS NOT CC's. I DON'T CONDONE ACTIONS THAT CC's MIGHT HAVE DONE IRL.

[12-toads-in-a-trench-coat]

SBI whumptober day 6

Coughing Up Blood// Choking // "Just breathe" -Hero-Villian AU -Healer Tommy -2k words -Comfort/Happy ending

Taking my heart(To make yours)

[watcher-with-burned-wings]

Storage

(Chapter 2 to 5xScott cared)

 After about a week of passing cycles, Owen gave Scott a second chance to complete a kill. This week he was assigned to Jack Manifold to help sort out storage. Scott kills off Jack and Owen grabs the body. Owen would then bring the body to the garbage disposal through the vent and expel it into space. Nothing could go wrong.

When Scott arrived at storage, he was upset to discover a sheepish Ranboo there instead of Jack.

“Ranboo. Where’s Jack?” Scott inquired, struggling to keep a level voice. “I thought I was assigned with him.”

“Well…Jack isn’t feeling well. So, I swapped with him today. I hope you don’t mind?” Ranboo fidgeted the whole time as he explained the circumstances. 

Forcing a soft grin, Scott replied. “Not at all. I was just curious.”

Scott nearly screamed in frustration. Stupid human sickness. Of course, something as small as a germ had to ruin his plan. It was supposed to be an easy kill.  Now he must deal with a fledging. 

Though, on the bright side, Scott could tell immediately that his response relaxed the nerves of the fledging in front of him. Scott was always fond of fledglings. So how was he going to kill him?

“So shall we start organizing the boxes?” He asked Ranboo. Ranboo nodded happily, clearly relieved to get out of the increasingly awkward conversation.

While Ranboo started going through boxes, Scott frowned to himself.

He could feel his instincts getting to him. Urging for a fresh kill. Feeling the sensation of warm blood dripping down his front. Watching the light leaves the eyes of his prey.

Scott quickly shook his head. No. He couldn’t do that to Ranboo. He was only a kid. He grunts to himself as he throws down a box full of metal parts. He glanced over to Ranboo, making sure he wasn’t paying attention before leaning against a wall, rubbing his face.

Oh stars, what am I going to do? Scott thought to himself. How was he going to stop Owen? Will he even listen to me properly? Scott closed his eyes and took a deep breath. No, it’s fine. Everything will be fine. Scott told himself even though he didn’t believe it.

Scott swiftly got back to work, looking through random boxes. He and Ranboo spent the entire time figuring out what was in the boxes and labeling them. A few times Ranboo sneezed due to how dusty a box was. Time passed quickly for Scott. Soon it was time for lunch for the crew.

Ranboo stood up from where he was crouched down. Scott had just finished going through the last unsorted box just as the alarm for lunch rang out. Ranboo grinned and ran out the doors, excited to go hang out with Tubbo and Tommy. Scott didn’t move for a second, grimacing to himself.

Jack’s disappearance was staged for after lunch, so no one would question it till the next cycle.

After grabbing his food, Scott casually strolled over to Owen to not raise suspicion. He sat next to him as Owen talked animatedly to Niki about the engines, something about supercharging them. Scott tuned out as he absentmindedly chewed on his food.

He needed to find a way to tell Owen the kill was off. Jack was the target, not Ranboo. He swallowed down his food grimacing. The food tasted like ash on his tongue. He stared down at his plate.

“Something wrong, Scott?”

Scott was startled as Phil voiced his concern. Scott turned to him.

“No, just not that hungry,” Scott excused. “I’m going to be in the bathroom if you need me.”

He hurried to the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Leaning against the door, he takes a deep breath. He closes his eyes for a moment before he pushes himself over the sink and washes his face. He looked up into the mirror, startling himself.

Scott took a step back as he stared at his true form. Red eyes met blue. Once cyan fluffy hair transformed into ridged red, horn peeking out. Fang gleamed menacingly as his reflection smirked at him, pale scaly skin bulged with hidden muscles. A clawed hand rested on his reflection’s cheek.  Black tentacles swayed behind him lazily.

“They’ll hate you,” His reflection said. “They’ll never accept you. You’ll be thrown out.”

Scott shook his head. “They wouldn’t do that. They care about me.”

“Ah! Do you think humans would care about an impostor?” He sneered. “You better off killing them now to spare us the pain.”

“No! I won’t kill them!” Scott cried.

“Suit yourself. When you’re put in the airlock, I’m taking control,” His reflection hissed. “Then you won’t be able to stop me…”

Scott slammed his fist into the mirror with a feral screech, shattering the mirror instantly. He breathed heavily before someone piped up behind him.

“Scott? You okay?”

Scott clutched his fist protectively to his chest as he faced Owen. A worried look spread across his face, glancing between Scott’s fist and mirror.

“Scott, what’s going on? I heard you talking to someone then glass shattering.”

Scott felt fluid buildup in his eyes and roll down his cheeks. Owen looked as surprised as he felt before he hurried over to him. An odd sound came out of his mouth before he could properly form any words.

“I don’t know what’s going on Owen,” Scott admitted. “I don’t think I can kill them.”

Another sound came out of his human mouth and Owen ran over to comfort him.

“Scott, mate, what do you mean?” Owen asked, confused. “You never had a problem before, so what changed?”

Scott shook his head, liquid dripping rapidly down his face.

“I don’t know. I just don’t know,” he said distraught. “Am I broken?” Scott looked at Owen desperately.

“Absolutely not! You’re just having a rough day. We can try again another time. We have till we get near the next planet which is months away.” Owen reassured him.

Scott sniffed and nodded.

“Yeah… A rough day…”

 Scott felt a bit better by Owens's words. He soon stopped the odd salted water coming from his eyes as he leaned into Owen. Maybe he could kill them with the encouragement of Owen.

“Now let go patched that cut up,” Owen says soothingly. “Then you can go to our room. I’ll let Phil you weren’t feeling well.”

All Scott could do was nod along and let himself be led to the med bay. He let Owen bandage his hand up. Scott gave him a forced smile before he headed back to their shared room.

He trudged through the metal walls before bumping into Tommy.

“Hey, Scott! You want to hang out?” Tommy asked.

Scott smiled at him softly. “Sorry Toms, I’m not feeling the greatest.”

Tommy pouted and grabbed his good hand. “Don’t care! You’re coming with me!”

Scott makes a surprised sound as he is drug down the hallway and pulled into Tommy’s, Ranboo’s, and Tubbo’s shared room. Inside a large blanket pile was set up on the floor in front of the TV. Tubbo was lying in the middle of it, with Ranboo next to him. Scott looked at Ranboo in confusion.

“Ranboo what are you doing here? I thought you were cleaning the storage.” Scott said.

“Phil let everyone off for the day due to everyone falling ill,” Ranboo replied.

Tommy dragged Scott into the room and to the blanket pile.

“Cuddle Pod!” Tommy said happily. “Even though you're sick, you shouldn’t have to be alone.”

“Yeah! I hate being alone when I am sick. I get clingy.” Tubbo interjected.

Scott was astonished at their willingness to invite him into their cuddle pod. He settled himself into a more comfortable position as the trio bickered about the movie before Tommy seemingly won. The movie started to play but Scott was more content with just being with the hatchlings.

Guilt dug deep into him as he thought of Owen but he decided to let his worry melt away as he enjoyed listening to his the children fight over the best movie.

[issybettyx]

“Can’t you just stay here?” Tommy asks, clinging to his brother’s arm as the other gives him a look that tells him his answer, red eyes almost glossed over. Tommy had never seen his brother cry.

“I can’t Toms, you know I can’t,” Techno replies, watching the boy continue to cling to him as tears begin to fall quicker from his once bright blue - now a faded grey - eyes, his grip becoming tighter. But the man stood his ground, he’d never once faltered to his brother’s stupid attempts to make him change his mind on a matter that was already made up. “Please don’t look at me like that-“

“But i want you to stay,” he tries, and Techno squeezes his eyes shut in hopes that the other would stop, but he didn’t, “War is scary, you’ve seen it on telly, Wilbur told me a story about-“

“Don’t tell me, it’ll only scare me more.” The man interrupted, and that finally shut the blonde up, and when Techno opened his eyes again he watched a single tear fall down his face.

“You’re scared?”

He stayed silent, but his quiet gave the answer Tommy was looking for.

“Scared of what?”

“Of leaving you alone.” He returned, and it took Tommy a moment to understand.

“You’re scared of dying,” he replied, and Techno had to turn his back to the other, wrapping his hand around the hilt of his blade to remind himself what the conversation was about. Say goodbye and leave. Tommy deserved at least a goodbye. “But you’re never scared of anything, and you don’t die, Technoblade never dies.”

He smiles, letting go of his blade and turning back to his brother, crouching down in front of him to place his hands on his shoulders. The hold is tight and relaxing, and he feels the boy’s shoulder’s fall ever so slightly.

“I’m not human if i do not fear anything, nor am I human if I cannot die from anything,” he says, and simply his tone makes Tommy listen and take his words into account, “It’s okay to be scared, because we’re human.”

And Tommy cried.

His brother sighed in relief, because he knew it meant the other had given in; he knew it meant Tommy accepted him leaving because he was finally letting himself feel the feelings he’d been shoving down in fear of the inevitable being true.

[monsterritory]

Ok I am a passerby so you don’t have to listen but like, I love your au so I’m gonna try my hand.

Ok so, Tommy gets in massive trouble. As in he gets himself into a big situation where maybe he’s cornered by something (or someONE, if your feeling particularly angsty), like the equivalent of him falling off a cliff and clinging on for dear life.

And who is the person he ends up calling for? The name he ends up desperately screaming? Dream, yeah it’s Dream, everyone knows it was gonna be Dream.

Anyway yeah I saw your au and was suddenly feeling fancy and inspired :D

Aww, knowing that something I've made inspired someone is one of the best things an artist can hope to achieve!

I need some names for you and the other anon though. For now you're AU Anon and the Passerby Anon but you two should totally get yourselves some cool secret agent names.

As for the prompt… (This is separate from the Main AU unless the original AU Anon reads this and decides to roll with it as well).

Tommy doesn't yell Dream's name. He screams for Sam, for Phil, he just screams "dad", he may have even called for Wilbur somewhere in there. When he calls for Dream, it's his absolutely last resort. He doesn't even believe it's going to work. And there's a certain sense of betrayal in it. Being married, politically or not, implies that there's at least a little bit of care between them. Dream was the one to propose it too. So where is he when he's needed the most?

Tommy doesn't know. But before he looses consciousness from the loss of blood he's having, he whispers Dream's name one more time.

Maybe it worked. Maybe he summoned him, like a demon. Or maybe Dream was already there, he just didn't notice.

The matter of fact is Dream is right there, between the Danger and Tommy. And if danger wants to go past him - it can do so over his cold dead body.

It doesn't happen. The danger is the one to go cold first after Dream's sword pierces its heart.

Tommy falls unconscious somewhere in between being carried by Dream and waking up in a cozy looking wooden hut in the middle of nowhere, all patched up on a soft double bed. There's warm soup on the bedstand by his side.

Dream is nearby. He tells Tommy to eat because he's been out for a while, and needs his energy. Tommy refuses to eat unless Dream stays and talks to him.

Dream thinks to himself, "He's so weak, yet he'll even use his lack of strength just to get me to talk to him. That's ridiculous. That's silly."

Tommy can't see that he's smiling under his mask.

Dream stays. He spoon feeds the soup to the boy. Every turn is won over by a question and an answer.

"Why haven't you been around since we got married?"

"Didn't want to get in your way."

🍲🥄

"What did you even marry me for?"

"For L'Manberg's independence, duh. Feel like I've made that obvious."

"That's not-" 🍲🥄 "Bleh. That's not all, is it? You could have asked for my discs instead, or something." Tommy pauses before adding. "Do you care about me, Dream?"

Dream holds on to the spoonful of soup.

[shadowdoodles]

Monthly prompt @comfy-vember

Safe and Sound (Taylor Swift)

— Just close your eyes, the sun is going down

You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now

Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound —

“Tommy is a good big brother, or so he thinks...he's always taken care of his little brother and even if they had to hide from the law to stay together, he wouldn't trade it for the world.

He loves Techno with all his heart and there's nothing he wouldn't do for him.”

[mistythedritten]

DNN Day 2 is out!

Here it is! Day 2! This one is also pretty short, but I like it. Happy reading!

[winterzsurprise]

Man In The Mirror || SBI

Characters: Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, Technoblade (Allusions), Philza (Allusions).

Tags: Soulmate AU, Orphaned Tommy, Hurt/Comfort (?), Mentions of Death, Famous Musician Wilbur, Not Beta Read, Swearing, Crime Boys Centric.

Words: 3.7k

I haven't written in so long hence, no updates. But I'll post the other parts of Thorned Exhales later on in life, have this SBI short fic that I tried writing before shit went down.

This is inspired by that one tumblr post where in a Soulmate AU, you other half dies and shows up at your mirror, I forgot their blog name so if you know them, let me know :DD.

As usual, I accept criticism and welcome them as I want to do better with my writing :D, enjoy!

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There’s a man in the mirror, Tommy observed.

He rubbed his eyes hard enough that they might fall from its sockets but there's actually a man in exchange for his reflection.

He already had a shit day after the clinic's nurse scolded him for dislocating a kid's jaw --- he still thinks the fucker deserved it --- to have his insanity proven by the hallucination in front of him was the icing on today's cake.

No matter how much he blinked, rubbed his eyes and pinch his arms.

There’s a man in the mirror, staring back at him and there's no denying that he's actually there.

The man was tall, gangly limbs hanging off to his sides almost longer than his torso if you count his hands, chestnut brown hair curling to themselves to form a puffy mess at his crown, the side of his head trimmed short enough for the eyes to focus on the mop of a hair he has. 

There were a couple of strands on his cloud fringe dyed in dark grey, like the old man he appears to be. Tommy thinks it's cool but he wouldn’t say it out loud.

He was dressed nicely, a thick and surely expensive trench coat with the hem stretching down to his knees, his yellow turtleneck, however was stained blue in shapes of fingerprints all around the fabric. The man looked well off and wasn’t that an irritating sight to see.

But what takes the crown was the bored look his eyes carried when Tommy met him first through his round glasses. 

Dark brown eyes overflowing with nonchalance and apathy, the dark bags under his eyes only solidifying Tommy’s impression of him.

A dickbag who dares to look more tired of the world than Tommy is. How dare this bastard hold those emotions in his gaze when he hasn’t tasted extreme poverty or live everyday with your life on the line?

“Hey, get that stupid look out of your face, bitch.”

People normally get scared of the supernatural but not Tommy Innett no, the world would have to follow his whims and bow before he’d think of ever following their rhythm.

Hell, his full name is Tommy Danger Strong Smart Innett for fucks sake, how could he pussy out with such a name?!

“Who are you to order me around, stupid child?”

Tommy was floored, recoiling from the raw annoyance in the guy’s voice.

He dares to have that tone when he’s trespassing his property?! Tommy decided there on there that this man is the most annoying prick he has ever encountered, real or not.

“Tommy fucking Danger Strong Smart Innett, don’t you dare call me stupid when you look like a Jared named bastard!”

The man scowled before sighing, pinching the bridge of his nose to mutter something unintelligible before looking up again with an exasperated gaze at Tommy before shaking his head and tilting his head back to stare at the sky.

“God, why are you so cruel to me?”

“Because you’re a bitch!”

“Why do I even bother…” He looked away from Tommy to stare at the space beside him, looking at his shabby mattress. "Say kid, where are we? Rather, where are you?"

Tommy stared at the man, squinting with suspicion. The man whose eyes showed nothing but apathy and boredom intimidates him, Tommy admits to himself. He has seen many movies where killers held the same dullness in their irises for him to entrust the man with his address.

Seeing the distrust in his eyes, the man sighed in defeat. "I'm not gonna kill you man, I'm stuck in the reflection dimension or whatever this shit is."

"No, you're a figment of my imagination bitch, the other kids have them!" Tommy paused, remembering something. “But they’re walking around unlike you.”

At that, as if he realised something, the dullness in the man's eyes softened a little as he stared back at the child in front of him. There was a sad cloud of conflict that grew in his irises, as if he’s withholding a truth he couldn’t say, forbidden even.

Tommy doesn’t like how this man stared at him like that, stupid adults and their hero complex, always thinking their actions are for the best of the other party.

"Ok, I won't ask about your location but what about your name? Tommy was it?"

"Tommy Innett, the biggest and bravest man there is." He said with chest puffed out.

This got the man to chuckle lightly, pocketing his hands in his coat as he stepped forward and to the stray light escaping the closed blinds. 

"How about you boss man? Are you a ‘Jared’ like I thought you are?"

The man's face scrunched.

"Fuck no, kill me if I were to be named so poorly like Jared. I'm a Wilbur type of guy."

“Wilbur.” Tommy repeats, the name rolling of his tongue smoothly, as if it was meant to be spoken by it. “That’s such a shit name.”

“You are so fucking rude, why didn’t your mother swallow instead?”

“You–”

Wilbur looked around closely, eyes darting from one place to another. Unwilling to be subject to Tommy’s word explosion, he spoke once more.

"So are you alone in this room?"

Tommy scoffed, crossing his arms. "And why would I tell you that?"

First he comes to his room — or rather his mirror — unannounced and uninvited and now he’s prodding into his lifestyle in the orphanage, didn't his unwelcomed ass already done enough?

Seeing the scowl displayed clearly on Tommy’s face, Wilbur continued.

“Said this once and I’ll say it again, I’m not gonna kidnap you or some shit. The fuck am I even gonna need you for?”

Tommy shrugged. “I don’t know! Maybe you’ll sell me off or gut me and sell them to the black market!”

“I’m stuck in this stupid mirror, what even made you think I’d ever want to stay here with you?!”

That hurted him, was he so annoying that someone wanted to leave him the first time they met? It reminded him of the parents that returned him to the orphanage, every one of them annoyed by his antics. Wilbur’s words hammered itself deep into the creases of his brain, a constant reminder of the parent’s distaste for him.

A reminder of his failure to reach their standards.

“Shut the fuck up, you fucking bastard, you don’t know anything.” he spat out through gritted teeth, feet dragging himself out of the room and away from Wilbur.

___________

When Tommy came back, exhausted from the overlapping noises outside and from the chores the caretakers gave him, Wilbur was still in his mirror, sitting crossed legged and his head supported by the arm he propped on his thigh. He was dozing off, he looked peaceful when he’s not being an insensitive prick, Tommy thought as he gently closed the door behind him.

He doesn’t want to wake him up, already sensing the awkward air build up if the man ever roused from sleep.

On his tiptoes, he trudged to his bed as stealthily as he could, his senses tenfold sensitive as he crossed the room.

“I’m sorry Toms.”

Tommy’s soul jumped out of his skin Wilbur’s raspy voice sliced through the silence, his heart rapping against his ribcage as he snapped his head towards the adult fixing his sitting position, eyes opening as he stretched his arms above his head.

He doesn’t know what to respond, honestly, he didn’t expect him to even apologise like any other adults in the area. Wilbur continues to ruin the expectations he had for people once more, maybe he’s from a fantasy world where ‘sorry’s aren’t a luxury.

"Do you really mean that Wilbur?" He asked, turning to him.

The man seemed taken aback by his reaction, furrowing his eyebrows before answering.

"Of course Tommy, I was such an insensitive dick to you earlier. I-I didn't figure out that you're in an orphanage until one of the caretakers went in to change the sheets."

At that, he turned to his bed to see his sheets were indeed switched with a cleaner one. Pristine white and a little ragged but it works just fine, providing him enough heat at night.

It must be pathetic to Wilbur, who seemed to be a silver spooned bastard, if not fed with a golden one instead. With such a fancy get up and expensive watch and rings, Tommy's living condition must be pitiful.

Of all the imaginary friends he could have, it has to be a rich guy.

"I shouldn't have said what I said. So I'm sorry Toms." Wilbur continued, hanging his head low as he picked on the laces of his boots.

Tommy felt uncomfortable by the man’s genuine apology. This is a first, he thinks as he stares at him.

He could monetize this shit, act upset and maybe he could earn a useful favor in the future from the ghost, scare off some kids or steal something for him, the possibilities are endless!

"You hurt me, Wilbur."

"I know, I'll make it up to you at some point."

A smile grew on Tommy's face. "Really?"

"Of course, is there anything you want to know about me or the world?"

Forgiveness in exchange for information? Tommy couldn't help but wonder if it was worth it but then again, what can Wilbur offer him when he's trapped in a mirror with no way out like he said he is? 

Staring at his expensive and thick silver watch, Tommy wondered if the man ever travelled around the world? He must've been a guy fed with a silver spoon, he must've seen the stunning sights of Switzerland or maybe even Italy.

"Have you ever travelled abroad before?"

"Of course, I was a part of a band once."

Tommy's eyes widened. Wilbur is a musician? A popular one it seems, considering how he had international concerts, that's what big names do right? He's a huge music enthusiast, it was one of the things in life that motivates him. For a musician to stumble upon his door...

Tommy is curious about all things music. Maybe Wilbur can teach him a few tricks or so.

"What band were you in?"

There was a quick shift inside Wilbur's chestnut eyes before he spoke, hesitation and conflict, Tommy identified.

But why?

"That's the thing… I-I can't recall everything just yet." He motioned to his head. "I ca-can remember the basics but there's... empty spots in my memory."

"Oh." 

It was all Tommy could say, disheartened.

All of his hopes of learning thrown out of the window, he wanted to hide how upset he is but he couldn't stop it from seeping out from the walls he established around him.

Seeing this, Wilbur's heart clenched in its cage, the disappointment in the kid's eyes leaving a bitter taste on his tongue but it was better that Tommy stays in the bliss of ignorance, at least until he hits the proper age.

With a sigh, he opened his mouth once more.

"Well, I can still remember a few areas we visited during our tour. Wanna hear about them?"

___________

Birthdays are overrated, Tommy tells himself.

Birthdays are boring, he said as he stared at the parties hosted on the 2nd floor of the fast food restaurant downtown when he passed by. Birthdays are boring, he muttered as he silently wished a celebration for his once in this lifetime.

Orphans don't get the luxury of celebrating their birthdays, Tommy knew that himself but he couldn't help but wish there was someone who'd valued them as much as he does.

Everyday he wakes up, he tells himself I'm going to be adopted today. But they never do, the adults don't want someone who's brash and loud, what they all wanted was someone soft, someone they can easily order around. 

He could act docile and kind like they all want but Tommy doesn't like that.

He wants to be accepted for who he is, Tommy Danger Strong Smart Innett.

All of the adults ignored such a festivity except the man in the mirror.

It's been a few months since he appeared and Tommy doesn't know if he calls Wilbur a blessing or a curse.

The man was an enigmatic fella. One moment he's a menace, teasing and laughing with Tommy till his jaw aches then Wilbur's mood will abruptly drop into his misery and never-ending sadness even Tommy couldn't remedy with his usual antics.

Even then, he never forgets to worry about Tommy. His voice is soft, albeit rough from lack of use that day, as he reminds him about dinner, noticing him skip his meals throughout the weeks they've been together.

So when Tommy's smiles didn't reach his eyes, Wilbur knew something was up.

"Why do you look stupider today?"

Tommy scoffed. "Do you mean amazing? I think I look more handsome today."

"Your smile isn't reaching your eyes, what's happening?"

Tommy could lie and say it's just a bad day but he could never escape Wilbur's inquisitive eyes, it was almost annoying if it wasn't secretly endearing for him.

"Nothing much, big man just got bigger by a year."

Wilbur's eyes widened as he muttered unintelligible words under his breath before his voice grew. "Oh god, I'm sorry Toms."

"No worries, I'm used to it. Besides, you didn't know so it's understandable."

"Still, happy birthday man. How old are you now?"

"10 and yet I'm the biggest, strongest man in this building." Tommy puffed his chest as he stared up at Wilbur who's eyes crinkled with joy.

Then came a pause as Wilbur's eyes seemed to hold the same conflict of last time, swirling deep in his dark brown eyes as he pondered over something. Curiosity rose in Tommy at the shift in the man's mood.

But after a few ticks of silence, the man spoke once more.

"Is there anything you want, kid?"

Tommy laughed at that. There's no way someone trapped in the mirror just asked him what he wants for his birthday. It was more comical to him that Wilbur looked determined and dead-set on it.

How can he even leave the mirror and buy him a gift when he couldn't leave the place through all of those months spent together?

"How can you even buy for me man? Aren't you stuck in the mirror dimension or some shit?"

Wilbur scowled. "Just spit it out child, I have my ways."

Tommy knew he shouldn't let the tiny hope in his heart fester, it was impossible that he'd ever get what he wanted anyways.

Yet a tiny voice at the back of his head urged him to obey him, tell him what he wanted to taste or hold for so long.

It was Wilbur after all, what can that man do to ever harm him? He knew his address and name and nothing bad has ever happened to him the whole time they've been together.

If anything, Wilbur helped him in many things.

"I think I'd like a superhero comic book, I don't care what it's about and also McDonald's."

Wilbur nods, crossing his arms. "And what do you want from McDonald's?"

"A shit ton of fries, chicken sandwich and maybe a mcflurry?"

"Gotcha, go do your homework in the meantime." Wilbur said as he walked away from his sight, blending into the reflection of Tommy's bedroom.

He couldn't help but be curious why Wilbur held such a grim expression the moment he turned away. The man thinks he's quick and sly but Tommy saw how fast his smile dropped when he thinks his face is hidden from him.

He wondered how the man trapped in the mirror dimension could even fulfil his birthday wish, his questions leading him astray from his current tasks at hand.

He knows not to hope but he couldn't help the budding light from swelling in his heart. 

So he followed Wilbur's order to finish his homework and wait.

Soon enough, the sun has set and the moon took reigns over the sky along with its dark background. Every tick of the clock after it went over 5 pm sent pricks into his heart as his already small hope trickled away.

Tommy knew he shouldn't have hoped for anything. He must've looked ridiculous sitting cross legged in front of the mirror, waiting for the man to reappear as if he held the cure to every illness and he's about to die.

But before Tommy could even stand up from the mirror to resign to his bed for the night, Wilbur returns with a triumphant smile, hands in his coat pockets as he strode into the view like a man who won the lottery. 

There wasn't anything new about him other than his changed expression, Tommy wonders what happened.

"Where did you go, boss man?"

"That's a secret, but we gotta go somewhere quick alright? Bring your spoon with you."

Tommy followed, taking the spoon from his bedside table and waited for Wilbur to jump into the utensil's reflection before taking the blue coat at the end of his bed and leaving his room.

With not a single cent to his name, Tommy stole a spoon from the cafeteria months ago to take Wilbur to his maths lessons for help in understanding the lesson better.

He's still smart, sometimes geniuses need someone to explain lowly things to them taught through complicated methods and Wilbur was the only volunteer to do such a work.

"This is stupid Wilbur, where are we even going?"

"Let's go to the park, I told them to go there."

Them? Who are they?

The mystery of it all makes Tommy anxious. 

What is Wilbur planning? Is he finally going to kidnap him after barely escaping this horrible place?

"If you think I'm abducting you, fuck off. I'm not that evil man, I don't even have the face for it!" Wilbur exclaimed as if he heard his thoughts loudly.

"You wanted me to go to the park at night, it's sketchy as shit man!"

"Whatever, you'll get it once we arrive."

Even the suspicion planted in his heart wasn't enough to trample the excitement that thrummed in his veins. He doesn't know what he was getting enthusiastic for when Wilbur might, for all we know, be out for his head after that time Tommy teased him out of the mirror.

The park was silent save for the rustles of leaves, the trees and shrubberies glistened lightly under the moonlight from the small downpour earlier. It was mildly made obvious by the street lights on the shining cobble pathways. 

But what caught his attention is the man with his helmet standing under a lamp next to his parked bicycle, a paper bag in one hand as he typed into his phone with the other.

Tommy wouldn’t have found the situation more suspicious if the man didn’t have a familiar logo of a delivery company on the side of his helmet.

"Go Toms, that's yours."

He couldn't say anything. 

For once in his life Tommy couldn't utter a word out of his mouth, not even a random stream of bullshit left him like it usually does. He was stunned, shocked and thankful all at the same time.

He pinched himself but he isn't waking up from his dream.

Wilbur really did give him a birthday gift. The first ever.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Wilbur?"

"No, get it."

The man turned to him once Tommy was close enough, handing the bag to him.

It shocks him that the man didn't even hesitate in doing so.

Is he not worried that the parcel might fall into the wrong hand?

Tommy looked around, he remembers those laughs for gag shorts on the television. Surely, this must be a sick joke where a camera is hiding behind the tree or something, waiting for him to be thankful before they jump out to ridicule him.

Turning to Wilbur again, Tommy's vision blurred, his heart clenching painfully in his chest as he registered the man's soft gaze and genuine smile.

Maybe not all adults are foul and annoying. Maybe some people do adore him. Wilbur really does love him, care deeply for him, so much that it pains Tommy to think of.

Is it alright for him to have such a luxury?

"Delivery from anonymous, there's two spider-man comics there." Tommy still couldn't believe his ears. Did he really get a gift on his birthday? "Happy birthday mate, he said."

Even when the man was long gone into the night, Tommy stood there astounded, the weight of the bag more apparent than it should be. His chest hurts and his heart swells from the thought, a smile broke from his lips as tears trickled out of his eyes.

Was he dreaming? If he is, Tommy wished he'd never wake up.

Seeing tears stream from his face, Wilbur's heart ached in its cage, his arms aching at his sides, he wanted to hug Tommy. Comb his hair back as he whispered reassurance into his head. Never has he felt so helpless as he does now, he wants so much but can't have any.

It was maddening but he shouldn't put a damper on their mood, it's a good day.

So Wilbur smiled and said. "Happy birthday Toms, I'm glad I met you."

___________

Even after his birthday surprise, Tommy’s opinion of Wilbur never changed

The man in the mirror is as annoying and weird as he is helpful.

Wilbur is smart, being an adult with more experience than him, and taught him how to count and do his basic maths assignments. When there’s problems that arose from the shelter, Wilbur would tell him his own solution, explaining the hard words with care and playful teasing.

Surprisingly, Tommy understands it better even if the man fucked around than a teacher who ironed a stoic expression and wielded a book.

He was brotherly in his own way, never fleeing from the reflections around the center to watch Tommy go around his daily chores and warn him if the head cook is about to enter the cafeteria when he goes to sneak a cookie out of the jar.

Wilbur is his buddy, his shadow.

They were attached to the point of Tommy sneaking out a spoon just so he could have Wilbur hiding in his pockets. The adults will scold him later on but he could care less. He wants the man in the mirror to see the world with him. 

During the whole year with Wilbur in his pockets, Tommy has entered as many foster homes and left as much. It was embarrassing every time he was sent back to the orphanage, a reminder of his failure to reach a family’s vision of a perfect child.

Whenever the night is cold and dark with little sobs wrecking his small body, Wilbur would urge him to bring a spoon beside him, his eyes darkened with defeat and sadness as he whispered into his ears, offering warmth with his words till Tommy falls soundly asleep, a silent wish of feeling a phantom touch caressing his cheeks supporting the man’s comforting voice.

The whole year with Wilbur felt like magic, a stream of light after years of darkness and it couldn’t have been more perfect. Tommy wanted nothing more but to stay with his brother figure, although he wouldn’t say it out loud.

But today seems like a different kind of day.

On the morning before his 11th birthday, Tommy found himself staring at a new reflection on the mirror.

But unlike the gloomy cloud on top of Wilbur, this man had an aura of danger oozing off of his mildly muscular body, wide shoulders draped in white silk long sleeves and a beige pair of trousers hiding his well-toned thighs with a long, horizontal scar crossing his nose bridge and ending under his nonchalant eyes to boot.

He oozes nothing but pure masculinity.

Only if he didn’t wear those stupid rectangular glasses and had long bubblegum pink hair then he would’ve been truly intimidating.

The epitome of scary.

“Who the fuck are you supposed to be?!” 

[mollsketches]

I wrote a fic on how I think the dreamsmp should have ended as a way of saying goodbye!

A lot of people were unhappy with how they ended it so I hope my way is better >:)

Benchtriocentric !! It's nice and sad

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43301205/chapters/108843417

[witchyleehibernates-fics]

Harsh Nights and Soft Mornings

Summary:

“I…” Ranboo blinked his eyes open and Tommy averted his gaze so as to not trigger Ranboo’s instincts, which were finicky when Ranboo was wide awake, nevermind when he was mostly asleep. “My wings…” Tubbo perked up slightly. “Do you need help preening?” Tubbo asked, his voice taking on a softer tone as understanding appeared through his eyes. When Tommy was younger, and he hadn’t preened in more than a week, he’d get really vivid nightmares. Tubbo probably assumed that’s all tonight was; a preening nightmare. “Tubs, big man, I haven’t had… they haven’t been touched in years.” Tommy’s voice broke, his eyes moving to stare off into the center of the room. Of his room. Three months and he still couldn’t quite believe that. “Tommy.” Tommy flinched as Tubbo’s hand rested on his wrist. But he looked up and saw the heartbreak in them. He could feel Ranboo’s tail wrap around his other wrist, and part of Tommy’s forearm. “Can I… do you want me to help?” Tubbo asked. “Would you?” Tommy uttered quietly. “Of course, should, uh, Ranboo?”

Content Warning's/Trigger Warnings: nightmares, panic attacks, wings, hurt wings, injured wings, character passes out, hurt comfort

Characters: TommyInnit, Tubbo, Ranboo, Shroud

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,803

Status: Complete

Fanfic Links:

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Tommy was running.

Where he was running, Tommy wasn’t sure, just that he was moving at high speeds, terrified out of his mind. His breath was coming in short bursts, a sure sign that he was panting, or maybe he was hyperventilating. Tommy didn’t know.

What he did know was that he was being chased, he didn’t want to get caught, and something wasn’t right. Something wasn’t right.

Tommy choked on a gasp, eyes shooting open as he scrambled to get away from whatever was touching him. Something was wrapped around his legs, and fuck Tommy couldn’t breathe.

“Tommy! Tommy!” There were hands on his face, and there was a cool wind on his face. It took a moment for his vision to come back, and he found Tubbo cupping his face, blowing air carefully.

“Tubbo?” Tommy slumped forward, his breathing still uneven as he tried to catch his breath. Tubbo sighed with relief as he pulled Tommy into a hug, tighter than he normally would. “What happened?” Tommy asked, though he could pinpoint exactly what happened… he just needed Tubbo to tell him so that he knew whether or not he’d woken Michael or Shroud.

“Just a small nightmare, everything’s alright.” Tubbo assured, rubbing Tommy’s back. Tommy could feel his eyes beginning to burn, and his breathing was a little shaky. The bonus was that at least his breathing was coming in normal breath lengths. Maybe he’d subconsciously started mimicking Tubbo when the other pulled him into a hug.

Maybe that was a gift that Tubbo had, because there were times that Tubbo only had to rest against him and he was calmer. Maybe his best friend simply had a calming effect from their years of friendship.

Whatever the case, Tommy was glad for it.

Tommy sighed again, letting Tubbo continue to calm him down, Tommy needed it more than he would ever admit. Tubbo seemed to have sensed that, as he started humming as Tommy felt his wings press against his back lightly.

It had been a long, long while since he’d let his wings be seen by anyone. But it was Tubbo here with him, his best friend, the one who sat next to him as he learned how to preen, had been the third ever person to ever preen his wings, and the person who had sat with him when Tommy cried about his first feather, and the bunch that went with it, coming out because of a school bully.

Tubbo had nearly been expelled for what he did to that bully, grabbing Tommy’s wings and yanking like he had. Tommy had been out of school for a week and hadn’t known what happened until his dad had mentioned that Tubbo had nearly been expelled.

Would have been, had Phil and Techno not stepped in.

“Tubs,” Tommy uttered quietly, shifting uncomfortably as he pulled back a little. Tubbo made a noise of confusion, and discontent if Tommy was hearing right. “My wings-” Tommy cut himself off, not daring to finish that statement as Ranboo came into the room, sleepy confusion on his face and in their posture.

“W-” Ranboo was interrupted by a yawn, “what’s going on?” They asked, their tail flicking behind them slightly as they moved further into the room.

“Nightmare.” Tubbo answered before Tommy could. Probably a good thing, Tommy would have denied anything wrong, and would have teased Ranboo about Tubbo spending time with him. “You can go back to sleep, ‘boo.” Tubbo assured with a slight smile.

“No, I can stay up-”

“You were building all day, go get some rest boob boy.” Tommy teased, trying to at least sound like he was fine now. Tubbo gave him a look when Ranboo wasn’t looking, but Tommy ignored him.

“Don’t call me that, it’s not my name.” Ranboo responded, completely ignoring Tommy’s assurance, which had been seen through to the bullshit that it was, as he climbed onto the double sized bed. Ranboo tried to curl around Tommy like a cat, but Tommy’s wings really were starting to bother him.

“I…” Ranboo blinked his eyes open and Tommy averted his gaze so as to not trigger Ranboo’s instincts, which were finicky when Ranboo was wide awake, nevermind when he was mostly asleep. “My wings…” Tubbo perked up slightly.

“Do you need help preening?” Tubbo asked, his voice taking on a softer tone as understanding appeared through his eyes. When Tommy was younger, and he hadn’t preened in more than a week, he’d get really vivid nightmares. Tubbo probably assumed that’s all tonight was; a preening nightmare.

“Tubs, big man, I haven’t had… they haven’t been touched in years.” Tommy’s voice broke, his eyes moving to stare off into the center of the room. Of his room. Three months and he still couldn’t quite believe that.

“Tommy.” Tommy flinched as Tubbo’s hand rested on his wrist. But he looked up and saw the heartbreak in them. He could feel Ranboo’s tail wrap around his other wrist, and part of Tommy’s forearm. “Can I… do you want me to help?” Tubbo asked.

“Would you?” Tommy uttered quietly.

“Of course, should, uh, Ranboo?”

“They can stay. But uh, can we move to the living room?” Tommy asked, his eyes darting around the still mostly blanket walls. They were freaking him out a little, the living room at least had some paintings, either Ranboo’s doing, or Michael’s. Though Shroud had one recently get put up on the wall too.

“Of course, let’s go!” Tubbo carefully shook Ranboo, who made a noise not dissimilar to a groan, though it wasn’t quite a groan. “Come on, to the living room, we need many blankets!” Tubbo uttered.

It took Tommy a few moments too long to realize that the blankets were probably so that Tommy could make a nest. Tommy hadn’t made a nest in nearly as long, the last time would have probably been when he had his wings last preened…

Tommy couldn't even remember who had last helped him with his wings.

“Fine…” Ranboo huffed, his tail unwrapping from Tommy’s wrist, and the three of them moved quickly. Though Tommy had forgotten that, in his nightmare fueled panic upon waking up, his legs were still quite tangled in his blanket…

He yelped as he fell, a breath of air punching out of Tommy as Ranboo nearly instinctually caught him.

Tommy tensed, quickly untangling his legs with the help of Tubbo and making sure that Ranboo put him down before bundling up the blanket to be one that was taken to the living room with them, he always did like having a blanket across his lap.

“You okay?” Tubbo asked, and Tommy nodded quickly.

“Yeah big man, I’m fine. Let’s go to the living room now, yeah?” Tommy hoped that Tubbo let the topic drop.

“Okay… remember your pillows, we all might fall asleep out there!” Tubbo reminded him, his eyes uncertain as they glanced towards Ranboo. Tommy didn’t want to know what the other looked like, though they probably had called Tommy out on his lie. They always hated it when Tommy brushed away his own feelings and triggers.

Tommy gathered his two pillows, adding them to the blanket in his arms, and when he turned back around, the two had left his room. He ignored the momentary sting, knowing that they were just hunting down more blankets at Tubbo’s behest. His wings twitched again, and Tommy dropped the pile in his arms.

Oh, oh that one hurt.

He made a noise at the back of his throat, pulling his shirt off and shuddering as his wings pushed through his back. It was always an uncomfortable and chilling experience, though it hurt so much worse this time.

He cried out, much louder than he had meant too, as he fell towards the ground, his wings laying out on either side of him, twitching from the sudden pain.

“Tommy? What’s going on?” Tommy vaguely heard Tubbo run back into the room, accompanied by the familiar vwroop of Ranboo’s teleportation.

“What’s going on?”

“Tommy!”

Tommy fell unconscious.

Tommy groaned lightly, eyes straining as he blinked them open. He… was in the living room of the mansion at snowchester, familiar enough that he didn’t immediately panic. What wasn’t as familiar, was the weight on his back.

It took a moment of panic, before he felt the weight on his back shift, twitching slightly. His wings. He groaned, moving to hide his face against whatever soft surface he was laying on; his guess was a really, really comfortable blanket, and maybe there were some mattresses underneath.

A guess of his was that Ranboo had made a nest for them. It wasn’t uncommon for enderman to have nests, it was just rare that they let others even in the same building as them when it was created. Nevermind willingly putting someone in that nest.

But Ranboo had always been an oddball when it came to his uniqueness and their instincts.

“Tommy?” Tommy turned his head, finding Ranboo sitting on the outer edge of the nest, their tail was flicking constantly behind Ranboo, and they were twisting their hands together, pulling at their fingers. All nervous ticks of Ranboo’s.

“What’s going on?” Fuck, Tommy was getting annoyed with that question. ‘What happened?’ or ‘What's going on?’ or ‘How are you?’; it was all that Tommy seemed to hear in the last… few days? Tommy didn’t know.

He hated asking those same questions almost as much.

“Right now? Tubbo’s making breakfast, Michael and Shroud are ‘helping’ him.” Ranboo seemed to know that Tommy didn’t want to talk about the actual problem, and was probably letting Tommy actually wake up first.

Tommy’s stomach rumbling had him flushing. Tommy whined as he hid his face against his arms, which he’d pulled up almost unknowingly. The feeling of his back stretching, but also the soft fabric of what was no doubt a brand new hoodie had him pausing momentarily.

“Tubbo had been saving that hoodie for a ‘rainy day’, but he bought it for you.” Ranboo uttered quietly. Tommy was conflicted with that knowledge. But for right now, he just wanted to get up, see Shroud and give him a hug.

Tommy would just have to accept that Tubbo wanted to spend money on Tommy. Nevermind how foreign it was to Tommy to have blankets, or pillows, or even a fucking bed… Tommy’s eyes teared up, but he was already hiding his face in the crook of his elbow.

“TomTom!” Shroud’s voice had Tommy moving his head up, blinking his eyes from the sudden light. He flinched when Ranboo moved to help him sit up, though there was a thankful smile sent somewhere in Ranboo’s direction.

Tommy had seconds before he had his arms full of a spider hybrid toddler.