#tommyinnit hurt/comfort

[its-coffeetime]

@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

[apricitywinterswrites]

I Didn't Want Trouble, I'm the Boy in the Bubble (But Then Came Trouble) - Feveruary D01

I Didn't Want Trouble, I'm the Boy in the Bubble (But Then Came Trouble)

Chapters: 1/2

Word Count: 1,976

Summary

Tommy winced, a pain slowly spreading across his back as he waited almost anxiously for Dream's arrival. It wasn't usual for Dream to be late. Even less usual for one of Dream's visits to be in the afternoon after near months of it always being first thing in the morning. He wasn't sure how, or why, but he felt like it was going to be a bad visit when he did arrive, which only made Tommy all the more anxious. The knowledge that his 'feelings' were always correct, in some form or another, only made him feel worse, and not with anxiety. He felt sick to his stomach. Even at just the brief reminder of everything he'd predicted as a child, Tommy felt sick to his stomach. He almost felt like crying, but there was always the possibility that Dream could show up while Tommy was crying. Dream never liked it when Tommy cried.

Or, or, the one where Tommy grows wings while in exile and Philza and Technoblade just also happen to be planning and staging a rescue. Neither expected, nor planned, for an appearance of wings... or Tommy latched onto the closest person for comfort. Title from | Boy in the Bubble | by | Alec Benjamin | This fic was inspired by "An intervention from the rulers of the Antarctic Empire" by Sircantus on Ao3!

Day 1 of Feveruary2025 (@feveruary) || "How did you end up like this?"

You can also read | I Didn't Want Trouble, I'm the Boy in the Bubble (But Then Came Trouble) | on Ao3!

Warnings Include: Heavy Hurt/Comfort, One Scene is Graphic for Pain and a tadbit of Injury, Mentioned/Implied Abuse, Mentioned/Implied Child Abuse, Mentioned/Implied Psychological Abuse, Mentioned/Implied Manipulation, Tad bit of Kidnapping, Brief Panic Attack(s)

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Tommy was fine that morning. He woke up feeling fine, he'd gotten ready for the day feeling fine, he'd even made it through Dream's visit feeling fine. But then he saw a feather laying at the entrance of his tent. A single black feather.

A single black crow feather.

It had felt like there was just a tidal wave of memories rushing through his mind. All the times he'd cooed at crows that always hung around where he lived as a small child. All the small feathers he collected and kept safe. Or the ones that he'd sacrificed after… conversing with them some.

It had reminded him on cold nights when one of his mentors from school would bring him home with them because Tommy wasn't safe at home. It reminded him of dark wings that would wrap around him after a nightmare, something so unpreventable that Tommy was surprised that his mentor's dad would still try. Every time that Tommy was over for the night, Philza had tried to soothe away Tommy's nightmares.

Tommy hadn't seen a crow, or even their feathers, since Philza had joined the server.

Seeing one laying so innocently in front of his tent after so long almost… scared Tommy. He'd definitely felt like a bucket of ice water had been dropped down overtop of him. Afterwards, it had felt like Tommy had just begun to slowly feel worse and worse.

He'd rushed to pick the feather up, holding it so carefully in his hands with wide eyes and a racing heart. He was quick to shove the feather into his inventory, turning and sitting on the sandy beach with his knees pulled up to his chest as he began to cry.

He'd ignored the caw of a crow that sounded so different yet so familiar.

Tommy winced, a pain slowly spreading across his back as he waited almost anxiously for Dream's arrival. It wasn't usual for Dream to be late. Even less usual for one of Dream's visits to be in the afternoon after near months of it always being first thing in the morning.

He wasn't sure how, or why, but he felt like it was going to be a bad visit when he did arrive, which only made Tommy all the more anxious. The knowledge that his 'feelings' were always correct, in some form or another, only made him feel worse, and not with anxiety. He felt sick to his stomach.

Even at just the brief reminder of everything he'd predicted as a child, Tommy felt sick to his stomach. He almost felt like crying, but there was always the possibility that Dream could show up while Tommy was crying. Dream never liked it when Tommy cried.

Tommy swallowed as he started pacing, a feeling of restlessness filling him the longer he waited by the Nether Portal that Dream used to visit him most days. He never came by boat. He used to, though. Back during the first month that Tommy had been exiled.

He would use that over Tommy's head all the time, his hands having gotten hurt too many times by the old boat ores and the splinters. The only reason he probably still didn't come by boat was because the ores had snapped and the boat had sprung a leak somewhere that Dream couldn't find to fix.

Tommy sighed, looking up at the sun to see if he could figure out what time of day it was. He'd never been the best at telling the time with the positioning of the sun, that had always been more of Wilbur's thing… He looked away as a feeling of frustration began to rise up in Tommy… Before it was quickly wiped out by a deep seated guilt.

Dream took time out of his day, out of his very busy schedule, to visit Tommy. Those visits could always be stopped, even without warning… Without warning.

Tommy felt a jolt of realization before a wave of pain rushed through him. Both literal pain and the emotional kind that always annoyed his friend. Tommy stumbled away from the Nether Portal, tears welling up in his eyes against all of Tommy's best interests.

During Dream's last visit, Tommy must have done something to upset or annoy Dream enough for him to stop visiting. That's why there was no visit today. The answer seemed so obvious, now that Tommy had remembered some of Dream's hurtful jabs. No, that was a mean thought.

Dream had never meant to be hurtful, and it wasn't fair to think of any of his actions as such. Dream had only been trying to help Tommy. He'd been trying to help Tommy learn and understand. And Tommy had failed.

A quiet sob escaped Tommy as he dropped just outside of his tent. His back felt like it was on fire and it was starting to scare him. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt. And Tommy wanted it to stop and it wasn't stopping.

Tommy flinched as something landed next to him. He forced his eyes, which had squeezed shut at some point from his knees touching the ground and then, to open. He turned his head and found that there was a crow staring at him with a look akin to curiosity in its eyes.

Tommy flinched, less than before, as the crow hopped just a tad bit closer.

"Hello," Tommy greeted. His voice was shaky, which wasn't that surprising. It always was when he was hurt, or hurting he supposed. He swallowed as the crow came close enough to bump its head against his cheek. "It's been a long while since one of you has been near." The crow tilted its head curiously.

Another wave of pain washed over Tommy. He yelped, turning his head so that he was looking down at the sand that he was currently kneeling on top of. He could faintly feel the crow bumping its head against Tommy's cheek, crooning softly.

Tommy was panting lightly when the wave of pain ended. He was panting slightly, which he only noticed when the crow trilled lightly. There was a seemingly slow pattern that the crow was mimicking. A mix of trills and chirps that didn't take Tommy barely any time to realize was the crow walking him through a breathing exercise.

He could remember hiding in the forests, crying and panicking because he was hurt and lost. He'd run out there when his father had gotten mad at him and hadn't intended on getting lost. Nothing usually went how Tommy wanted it to. He could also remember how the crows around his home had learned how to communicate with Tommy, at least in a sense. When he was to panicked to listen, they would make patterns.

Patterns that usually followed breathing patterns.

Tommy took a breath in at the start of the next trill, breathing in until it ended and then holding as the crow chirped. The next trill had him releasing the breath. Then the two of them repeated the pattern. Over and over and over again. And then for some more time after that, just to make sure that Tommy wasn't going to start hyperventilating at quick movements from his little friend.

By the time Tommy had calmed down, he'd felt too exhausted to move. Well, too exhausted to move past turned and falling onto his eyes, his eyes opening briefly to stare at the crow who was trilling curiously, trilling in concern.

"Thank you, little friend." Tommy uttered quietly. The pain was, surprisingly, gone. At least, for the most part. Tommy wasn't sure that the pain would ever leave him again but he found that was okay… so long as he was uninjured. Tommy wasn't sure how he would fare if Dream thought he needed to be taught another lesson.

He felt a jolt of hurt at the thought of Dream. He was quick to stop the line of thinking before he worked himself up again.

The tiny crow made a purring sound before taking off into the air. Tommy didn't have the time to feel sadness at his 'little friend' leaving before the crow was back, landing on his chest now that Tommy was mostly on his back. Tommy smiled at the warbles of comfort as the two of them settled.

Prime was Tommy tired, he noted as he yawned suddenly. He hoped that the tiny crow wouldn't mind if Tommy fell asleep. Tommy wasn't going to be able to fight off sleep, even if he tried. And Tommy didn't have the energy to try.

He fell asleep to the soothing warbles and gentle waves.

He woke up screaming as a burning sensation came from his back. His back felt like it was burning, on fire, and like he was being stabbed all at the same time. It was tight, and tense, and Tommy couldn't pull his shirt off fast enough with the fear that his shirt had somehow caught on fire. It didn't.

A sob broke from Tommy's throat, eyes widening in surprise and shock before he was squeezing them shut, another scream coming from him as he twisted onto his stomach. The sand hadn't been the nicest to fall asleep on, and it definitely hadn't helped his back when the pain had come back.

Tommy struggled putting his arms up by his head so that he wasn't getting a mouth full of sand every time he screamed, he had a feeling this was going to be going on for a while and he wanted the reassurance he wasn't going to eat sand.

He didn't know when this was going to end. He wished he did.

A feeling of helplessness washed through Tommy, making him only feel worse as he got a sickening feeling of something in his back moving. He gagged, choking on a sob as he tried to open his eyes so that he could at least see his surroundings. The only thing he knew for certain was that it was dark out.

And the dark meant mobs. Mobs that would want to kill Tommy. Especially while he was down and weak and hurt. Tommy couldn't move though.

He was in too much pain to move.

Tommy sobbed freely into his arm as the pain continued to run through his body. It had spread throughout his body at some point after Tommy had moved onto his stomach.

Another sharp pain, different from the others, ran through his body and Tommy screamed before his teeth bit down into his arm.

He choked on the taste of iron in his mouth but it was like he couldn't get his jaw to listen to him. His teeth were locked in place.

Tommy was sobbing and choking slightly on the little blood that was in his mouth. His back was on fire and Tommy screamed.

"Oh Toms, how did you end up like this?" Tommy groaned lightly, eyes fluttering and looking around him in pain filled confusion. It felt like there was a haze over his mind, like a blanket had wrapped around his senses and was dulling everything. He groaned again as he spotted someone kneeling over him. "Oh Tommy, what happened? What did I miss?"

Tommy noticed that there was a lot of green and black, which initially made him think of Dream, but Dream didn't wear black. Ever. And with how dizzy Tommy felt, he couldn't possibly think of who it was kneeling over him.

"We have to go if we want to get out of here without a fight." Another voice spoke. Tommy looked over, his head lagging behind his command, and found a lot of pink. Tommy groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as arms slipped underneath him in an odd way and lifted him up.

He cried out in pain before everything around him faded out.

[rosegoldorigins]

MCYT Halloween Gift Exchange 2024

For VoidRatWrites!

Happy secret gift exchange @voidratwrites! I hope you like this! :D

@mcyt-halloween

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 ^-^

[As always this story is purely for fun and to progress my writing skills in a topic I enjoy. These are my characters and have nothing to do with the content creators]

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[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

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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 :)

[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.

[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.

[mistythedritten]

DNN Day 2 is out!

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

[its-coffeetime]

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.”

[owlwithatypewriter]

Lay Bare Your Sins: Chapter 2

AO3 Link Previous Chapter CW: Politics, swearing, mentions of character death(s)

"Halcyon? Really?"

"It means 'a time of peace and prosperity'!"

"It sounds pretentious."

"Isn't that your entire brand?"

"PHIL!"

~*~*~*~*~

Wilbur hates press conferences. They're long and tedious and the suits he wears are always itchy - no matter how much he washes them or what fabrics he brings to the tailor, the suit jackets are always hot and heavy on his shoulders, the ties strangling like a snake in the deep jungle. At least he's not in a three-piece this time - in fact, he's not sure his dad will ever get him in one of those monkey suits again, not after this.

His super-villain (and how Phil hates that title, but Wilbur doesn't mind) attire is much simpler - a thick leather trench coat over a skin-tight shirt, which is covered with light-weight carbon-polymer armor. Fingerless gloves (fashionable and functional), thick pants with more armor, and dark combat boots. A maroon beanie covers his unruly curls, and a silver opera mask covers the upper half of his face and swoops down to cover part of his left cheek. Unlike the rest of his costume, the mask is exquisite, the gold music notes carefully emblazoned in gold a stark contrast to the dark motif the rest of his clothing carries.

Yeah, much better than navy wool and red silk. 

The rest of the heroes and villains at the press conference are all in full costume as well, despite their secret identities having crumbled the night before over pizza and exhaustion and the difficulty of eating a slice dripping with cheese while keeping delicate ceramic and precious metals clean. Then again, the room is crammed, wall-to-wall, with reporters and cameras. Nobody wants their true identity revealed - not yet, at least. Now when everything is still unsettled and raw.

Phil is standing beside President Schlatt at the podium, announcing the creation of the Halcyon Coalition and the systemic dismantling of the harm the Hero Commission did to the city. He's wearing his green and white robes, and the wide-brimmed hat lined with a heavy veil that shields his face from sight. His wings - large, black, flawlessly preened - are tucked against his back, held low, non-threatening. Skimming over the gathered reporters, Wilbur spots two who are avian hybrids, their own wings held tense. They're not the only ones nervous - the entire cast of reporters are anxious, the feeling palpable in the small room. They're jittery, and those jotting down notes instead of facing the cameras have dark circles beneath their eyes. He doubts they've slept in the past three days.

Three days. The complete collapse of a government system in three days. It was extraordinary, according to Techno (though not the fastest in history, and Wilbur had tuned out his brother's ramblings as he began talking about something called the 'Independent State of Catalonia'). Impressively, they'd had most of the press on their side the whole time. While the Blood God killed Dream, Jack (who tended to work behind the scenes, despite being an important part of team-villain) had delivered both physical and digital copies of everything they had on the Hero Commission and Dream to every media outlet in the city - from the large L'Manberg News Corp to the smaller district-specific newspapers. 

The reporters took their duties seriously - every bit of information was scoured and reported on, from the illegal hybrid laboratories to public funds set aside for soup kitchens and homeless shelters being pulled away to pay for lavish parties and material goods for the Hero Commission board. Television shows, reality programs, even commercials were shoved aside in favor of 24/7 reporting on everything that was being revealed. Reporters from various channels chased each other, rivalries forgotten as they built on each other's discoveries to lay out just how corrupt the system had become. And now they had been assembled, over-caffeinated and pressed cheek-to-cheek, watching the leader of the city and the man they'd accused of major crimes for the last decade lay out how the world would work in the future.

"Our first priority will be shutting down the illegal hybrid labs," Phil - the Angel of Death - explains calmly, "as well as the hybrid-trafficking and black market rings that have been set up in the city. The nations of Hermitcraft and Hypixel have agreed to lend us help as we clear these organizations out and will support our efforts to rescue every person affected by these horrible places. Anyone with information about them - any information at all - is encouraged to share what they know. We have a website set up for people to submit tips, completely anonymously." 

Schlatt is nodding along, following the script the Angel had discussed with him before inviting the press in. "While the Halcyon Coalition focuses on that, I will be working with my staff and representatives of all city agencies to ensure that all of the soup kitchens, homeless shelters, and food pantries closed by the Hero Commission in the last decade are reopened and fully stocked and staffed. Anyone interested in volunteering and assisting in cleaning and repairing the buildings, or staffing them once they are reopened, is welcome to call City Hall or go to the city website to learn more about applying." The normal lazy drawl Schlatt usually has when addressing the press is absent - he sounds tired, but determined.

The prompter attached to the podium continues to scroll, but before the Captain can take her turn to start talking about the measures the city will be taking for the next few weeks to keep civilians safe during this drastic change, a woman (one of the avians, a red-winged blackbird) stands from her chair, hand thrust in the air. Without waiting to be called on, she loudly blurts out, "How can we trust you?"  

A murmur runs through the reporters, several shuffling uneasily as the cameras pan over them before refocusing on the front of the room. Wilbur glances at his brother - the Blood God, with his half-face boar mask and sweeping red cloak - who is staring straight ahead, jaw clenched. The Angel glances at Schlatt, who looks ready to try and spin an excuse, then at the rest of the assembled heroes and villains, before turning to the reporters with a sigh. He reaches for his face, and Wilbur feels his stomach plummet as the hat is removed, and a thin black gaiter pulled to rest around his neck.

There were audible gasps from those gathered, and Wilbur knew exactly what they were seeing. A middle-aged man with deep laugh-lines and silver-blue eyes, with straw-blonde hair that brushed his shoulders and an amused little smile pulling one side of his mouth as he took in their shock. Even Schlatt, who'd been speaking to the villain non-stop the past three days and who prided himself on being on good terms with the civilian, is shocked. 

Philza Craft stares out over the reporters and grins.

The head of the largest corporation in the city - Corvid Inc. - rocks back on his heels and ruffles his feathers as he soaks in the stares, revelling in the reveal. The millionaire (billionaire? It's unclear, due to how much charity work comes from his personal fortune) glances over at Schlatt, who manages to snap his jaw shut but can't quite pull his eyebrows back down from his hairline. For a long, long moment, nobody speaks, and it seems like nobody is going to.

Wilbur sighs exaggeratedly and reaches into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet with a flourish, making his movements large and sweeping ("The audience in the back needs to be able to see what you're doing", his theater teacher had told them, "so make your movements big and noticeable!"). He's keenly aware of everyone's eyes on him as he ruffles through the billfold, before pulling out a hundred and holding it out to Techno. 

The Blood God radiates smugness as he plucks the note from Wilbur's hand, grinning widely as he crams it into his pants pocket. "I told you," he rumbles, voice changer deepening his voice and carrying easily through the silent room, "less than a week and he'd out himself."

The two can tell that Phil is barely holding himself back from fondly calling them 'little shits,' but that would be too identifiable to the press. They'd long been in the public eye as Philza Craft's adopted twin sons, after all - he'd been caught on camera referring to them with the affectionate insult more than once, usually after Wilbur dragged Techno into some kind of disaster that ended up televised (they still weren’t allowed in the Sweet Frog downtown). Good times.

The Captain clears her throat, bringing the room's attention back to the podium. Phil turns back to face the reporters, several of whom are still reeling, including the red-winged blackbird, who is still standing. Phil shoots her a kind smile, ruffling his wings a bit.

“I hope this answers your question, MIss…?”

The reporter blinks, then answers, “Kristin Watson, Featherweight News.”

“Miss Watson,” Phil repeats, “I have always held the safety of this city and its citizens as my highest priority, both publicly and privately. When the beginning corruption of the Hero Commission came to my attention ten years ago, I did my best to assist those impacted from the shadows. Unfortunately, the Commission used that against me and labeled me, and those assisting me, as villains. Hence the,” he gestures to his face, giving the hat still in his hand a little flap. “You may not trust the Angel of Death, but I do hope you can still trust me.” His smile softens, small and genuine, as he focuses it on the reporter.

She flushes and nods, wings ruffling along her back as she sits down, scribbling furiously on the notepad balanced on her knee. There are still a few reporters who look unsettled, but most have calmed at the sight of the city's beloved benefactor behind the Angel’s veil. There was almost no one in the city who had been untouched by his generosity, after all - especially in the lower districts. He’d sponsored schools and soup kitchens and homeless shelters, and his firm had dozens of paid interns in all kinds of fields, giving brilliant kids in tough situations the opportunity to grow and succeed. The explosion six months ago had taken place in one of his botanic research centers, the boy killed one of those very interns. The man had been devastated when it happened, in tears when he spoke of young Toby Underscore’s death at a press conference. He and Schlatt, who worked together to better the city for years now, had leaned on one another at the funeral as they buried the president's son. 

And then information had come out, pinning the explosion on the Angel of Death and his compatriots, and the city had become enraged, calling for his blood. The half-year since had been filled with escalating battles between the heroes and villains, the former pushing the bounds, causing more and more injuries, coming close to killing a few times. The latter had been just as enraged at the accusations, lashing out from the shadows though rarely rising to the baited battles the heroes tried to draw them to. Vigilantes had dropped back, watching the big names battle from afar, unwilling to join in without the resources or healers on hand to back them up.

It made sense, now - the Angel was Philza, and Philza had been torn apart by the death of a young man he was in charge of teaching and protecting. Being falsely accused of orchestrating his death explained the escalation when the heroes and villains did manage to meet, but more than that, it explained the unexpected stretches of silence. The thick files and dangling keychains of USBs that had been delivered to each media outlet suddenly made a lot more sense - Philza had been preparing his final blow, changing from merely trying to reign in and restore the Hero Commission to destroying it completely. And it had paid off. 

The awards ceremony. The video interrupting the cheesy slideshow exalting the heroes. The crystal-clear hidden camera footage of Dream in his office conferring with someone about the explosion the day it happened, watching something - undoctored footage, most likely - and remarking on the idiocy of the man who flicked a lit cigarette to the floor near the fertilizer storage room. Whoever had set up the camera (Warden, most likely - he was a tech genius, one of the many things that made him so dangerous) had made sure the audio would be picked up as well. It captured the report of Toby Underscores death coming over the radio, it captured Dreams thoughtful hum, it captured him suggesting to the other person (who wore a hood and had yet to be identified) that perhaps they could use this to frame the villains, to encourage Schlatt to take more drastic measures against the 'scourge of the city.'

"After all," Dream had said, leaning back in his chair, hands folded behind his head, "they DID just murder his son in cold blood. We can use this to our advantage." 

Wilbur was fairly certain that if Techno hadn’t gotten there first, Schlatt would have killed Dream with his bare hands, powers be damned.

“Thank you, Mr. Craft.” The Captain gently nudged him away from the podium. “Right, let’s get back on track.” She begins outlining city-wide changes, explaining how the heroes, vigilantes, and police officers will be working to keep an eye on the streets to avoid any more rioting. A curfew is suggested, though she is sure to explain it won’t be strongly enforced at this moment as long as nobody sets another Hero-based business on fire. There are still members of the Hero Commission who haven’t been arrested yet, she is sure to remind them, and there’s no telling what they’ll do now that they’re wanted criminals. It makes the streets dangerous, she emphasizes, and asks for anyone with information on them to use the same tip website Phil had mentioned earlier.

“One final thing of note,” Phil slips back behind the podium as she finishes, “Pandora will be shut down as quickly as possible.” 

There’s an immediate response, people speaking up angrily at the idea of criminals being released to run freely on the streets. He gives them a moment to rant before raising a hand, requesting silence. “We are not releasing dangerous criminals into the streets,” he corrects them, “but there are plenty of enhanced people who have been imprisoned for no reason other than refusing to work for the Commission. My good friend Upswing,” Phil gestures to the not-quite-villain, not-quite-hero, not-quite-vigilante with a sweep of his wing, “has agreed to offer the services of the Las Nevadas lawyers in going through case files and dismissing charges against those who were wrongly convicted. As for those who are actually guilty of their crimes, a new prison will be built that is more…humane.” 

Behind him, Warden shuffles. The once-hero was responsible for the creation of Pandora, and while he took pride in his craftsmanship, he did admire what it was used for. The destruction of the prison had been a constant point of contention between the two, a common argument that arose when the two were left alone together for more than a minute. Phil had finally won out with the agreement that Warden could design a new prison to replace it, as long as it was humane and safe, and not just a windowless torture chamber for the imprisoned. 

“I believe that is everything we wanted to address,” Phil glanced between Schlatt and the Captain. “We’ll start working on improving the outer districts immediately, and if anything important comes to our attention we won’t hesitate to call another conference.” He pauses, taking in the confused expressions of the reporters before his words click. 

The outer districts. Not the lower districts. 

It’s a small thing - a simple rewording, but he can see those who grew up on the fringes of the city, in the low-income and collapsing neighborhoods, lighting up at the renaming. Outer. Not lower. Because they are just as important, and stand just as tall, as those born in the city center. 

A few reporters raise their hands, shouting questions, but Schlatt shoos them off the stage and through the door to the greenroom, responding ‘No comment!’ to the reporters as they leave. As soon as the door swings shut, cutting off the clamor, he’s running a hand down his face, pausing with it clasped over his mouth as he stares at Phil, who gazes back with an amused head tilt.

“...I need a drink.” 

~*~*~*~*~

Philza being the Angel of Death dominates the news cycle, alongside the intended content of the press conference. Wilbur makes sure to snatch up every newspaper that has pictures of his father - both recent and old - and is especially delighted to see his face on a gossip magazine, superimposed beside the blushing reporter he’d spoken to. That’s one to frame, he decides, buying a second copy and shoving it in his bag. He’s out of costume for the moment, though not out of character. Today, however, he is playing Wilbur Soot-Craft, the adopted son of Philza Craft and doting son home from college to assist his father in running the business as he handles the black market. 

It’s all an act of course - the Covid Inc. board, all hand picked and implicitly trusted by Philza himself, has the day-to-day running of the company well in hand. Phil will need to occasionally sign off on some papers, but nothing earth-shattering will happen while he steps away. But Phil doesn’t want anyone knowing Wilbur or Techno’s true identity, so they’ve agreed to ‘step in’ and help out the family business, hiding away in their dads office each day while actually running their own investigations. Thanks to Charlie (loaned by an annoyed Upswing, who hadn’t expected his generosity to be revealed at the conference) and his shapeshifting, there were multiple photographs and videos of Wilbur and Techno meeting with Echo and Blood God, killing any rumors of them being villains alongside their father. 

Someone had pointed out that Blood God and Techno both had pink hair, and Wilbur had swooped in, claiming that Techno was a huge fan of the big BG, so much so that he tried to dye his hair the same color. He even made up a story about a young teen Technoblade being so enamored with the villain, he tried to sneak out with his father one night and meet him, only to fall partially off the roof and crack his head open, thus the scar across his nose. 

“But,” Wilbur had finished the story with a flourish, beaming at the few reporters who had cornered him on his way to the bakery, “he didn’t care, because Blood God is the one who caught him when he fell.” There was a mix of titters and ‘awws!’ from those gathered, but before he could continue embarrassing his twin, said twin was hauling him down the sidewalk by the back of his shirt. “Bye ladies!” Wil called as he was dragged, shooting the three women a wink until he was dragged through the door of Niki’s Bakery and Cafe. 

“You’re an idiot.” Techno grouses, dropping his grip and watching WIlbur flail to regain his balance.

“Yeah but I’m your idiot.” Wilbur flutters his eyelashes, before turning to the counter, ready to loudly greet his best friend and show off his stash of Phil photos. Niki is not at the counter.

“Order something or get out, bitch.” 

[sureallavnder]

back on my tommyinnit arc

[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.