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votederpycausemufins · 4 years ago

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-slams fists on table- part two! Notes are that I miss Grumbot and I feel like Scar gives off worried dad vibes and Scar and Grian feel like they’d be bickering siblings. again a ping to @petrichormeraki for making this au.

In spite of the revelation of this bee apparently somehow being Tubbo, Tommy did not react with yelling or screaming. Instead he started by just staring at the hive where he had fallen after tripping, thinking about the new knowledge. And then he screamed.

Responding to the scream, the bee, uh, Tubbo. Tubbee? Yeah Tubbee. Tubbee popped out of his hive and flew over to Tommy. Tommy, still not completely okay with what was going on, scrambled back a few blocks. Tubbee didn’t care and just flew all the way until he settled in Tommy’s lap. He nuzzled against Tommy, the spinning compass that was now on the floor once again pointing towards Tubbee before returning to spinning wildly.

“Okay. Fuck. What the fuck. Tubbo I know you like bees but this?” Tommy gave a nervous chuckle. “This is too fucking far.”

Tubbee buzzed happily, not seeming to realize Tommy’s distress about his current form. He then started to fly around Tommy, bopping against him happily as Tommy pulled out his communicator to send a message to all the Hermits that were around. ‘Something really fucking weird happened and I need help. Even from Xisuma if he can come back.’

Almost immediately a new message came in with a buzz. It was from Stress scolding Tommy for his language. The next was from Scar who was surprised Tommy needed Xisuma’s help and asked what was going on. As Tommy typed a response, just along the lines that it was hard to explain, Xisuma replied in the chat saying he was on his way.

Tommy set his phone back down and just sat on the ground in silence as he waited for the admin to arrive. The phone buzzed a few more times, but Tommy ignored it for the most part. There was a distant sound of a firework launching and the teen figured that would have to be Xisuma. Tubbee also seemed to hear the noise, because immediately after it sounded, he flew and hid inside the nearby hive.

A few seconds later, the door opened to Xisuma. He started to speak but was pushed aside by a panicked looking Scar. “What happened?! Why do you need X’s help?”

Tommy shoved away the second hermit who was already looking him over for any injury. “God, stop acting like my fucking mom. I just have a weird bee.”

“A what?” Scar pulled away suddenly, causing Tommy to almost fall over. Tubbee decided this was the perfect time to come out of his hive and fly over to Tommy for comfort. “Oh, that kind of b.”

Xisuma looked between Tubbee and the hive. “It looks like it’s using the hive correctly, though it is still attracted to you. Are you sure you don’t have any-”

“I don’t have any fuckin’ flowers. And it’s not a normal bee.” As Tommy talked, he wasn’t really paying attention to the fact that he was now subconsciously holding Tubbee and petting him. “I think my friend died and is a bee now.”

Both Scar and X just stood there, staring at Tommy and Tubbee. Before either of them could speak, the door slammed open again. “What happened?! Why do you need X’s help?” Grian shouted.

After a bit of calming down and making sure no more hermits would come racing over out of nowhere, Tommy explained about his friend who really liked bees, how the two of them had special compasses pointing to each other, how they would be in different servers but the compass was pointing to this bee. As the various Hermits talked, Tubbee decided it was a good time to explore and buzzed about the old hobbit hole.

“You’re saying this bee is your friend… reincarnated or something?” Grian asked skeptically.

“That’s the best clue I have.” Tommy answered with a shrug. “Not like I have much to go on. I’m not gonna drop back home and ask around saying ‘Hey, Tubbo die while I was gone?’ cause no matter what they wouldn’t let me back.”

“I can try and get some of my old magic crystals and try them on him.” Scar piped up before getting a shove from Grian.

“Those things don’t work.” Grian chided before being shoved back.

“A man-!” “Teen.” “-Teen has been turned into a bee, I doubt my crystals are that useless in a time like this.”

Xisuma carefully separated the two other Hermits. “Before you do that, I’m going to try having a look at his code. See if there’s any truth to the claim first.”

The comment hurt Tommy. “What, you don’t believe me?” Xisuma tried backtracking but Tommy stopped him. “Of course there’s something! Bees don’t just fucking act like that and compasses don’t just point at bees.” Tommy grabbed his compass from the floor and held it up. It spun wildly for a few seconds and one of the hermits was about to point that out when the needle changed its mind and pointed to Tubbee for the same amount of time before spinning around again.

Grian’s eyes widened and he managed to speak first. “That is bonkers. I’ve never seen that before! X, what does the bee say?”

“Can’t say much of anything.” Scar half mumbled, getting a jab in the ribs from Grian.

Xisuma turned his gaze to Tubbee and carefully grabbed him. Tubbee panicked for a few moments, but realized he wasn’t in any harm and let himself be held by such a large and kind looking bee.

X didn’t usually take advantage of his admin powers, at most messing with the end files every so often so the Hermits could get more shulker boxes. This was much different than that. Still Xisuma looked at the code of the bee. There was nothing there that directly seemed to be player code. There was something that resembled it, but nothing concrete. It just seemed like a, pardon the pun, a bugged bee.

“There’s something off, but it doesn’t seem like this bee is another player.” Xisuma informed Tommy, letting Tubbee go.

“What? Of course he is! This has to be Tubbo!” Tommy was taken aback by X’s claims. “Isn’t there someone else that’s better at this than you.”

“Tommy...” Scar spoke gently, but Tommy just turned and yelled at the mayor.

“Shut up! And don’t try using any magic mumbo jumbo on him!” Tommy grabbed Tubbee as he tried to explore again.

Grian tried holding in a laugh, but Tommy noticed and glared at him. “Look, I know some hermits had some machines last season that could tell fortunes or whatever, but we don’t really have that many here this season. I mean, there’s Grumbot, but he’s…”

No longer glaring, Tommy nearly jumped happily at the words. “Who’s Grumbot? Is ‘e another admin here?”

“No, no. He was uh, so I had Mumbo run for mayor and we built this robot to give us information on how to actually help him run for mayor and give mayoral advice, but he didn’t really-” Grian was scratching the back of his head, not sure how to explain it all to Tommy when the teen cut him off.

“Tubbo was president back home, maybe that’s close enough to mayor. Where is he?”

“Tommy, slow down.” Scar chimed in. “ I mean, uh, I’m the mayor, so Grumbot didn’t really help. Plus, didn’t you have to pay him diamonds for every question.”

Grian groaned. “Yes. I don’t know why that was ever a good design idea. He also had a mental breakdown when he thought Mumbo lost so we kinda… lied to him and told him Mumbo did become mayor and now he’s living in a virtual reality box.”

Tommy wracked his brain, trying to remember why that sounded familiar before he remembered. “You mean that mustache box off the coast of the shopping district? I’ve seen it a few times boating back home from there.”

Grian tried to backtrack, but it was obvious anything else was a lie. Tommy ran to the various chests, rummaging around until he found a spare lead.”C’mon Tubbo, let's go see this Grumbot.

Grian tried talking out of it, but Scar stopped him to talk with Tommy instead. Pulling the teen over to the side, he started to scold Tommy before lowering his voice. “Look, I don’t know if that machine is gonna work for you or not, but this seems important to you. From what I can tell you need to put the diamond in and press the buttons in order or something.” As Scar pretended to go back to scolding Tommy, he slipped a diamond into the boy’s hand. “Well, hopefully he’ll listen to reason.”

Getting what Scar was trying to do, Tommy put the lead away and sat down. “Yeah… guess I’ll just have to use what I know right now.”

Grian looked a little suspicious, but Scar managed to lead him out. Xisuma started to follow them out, but turned to Tommy and asked him to send updates. Tommy nodded and pet Tubbee, trying not to get too restless as he sat there to wait.

After waiting so long that Bdubs had to call the sun back, Tommy pulled out his lead again and built a boat. Carefully tying the lead around Tubbee, he climbed into the boat and tied the other end to one of the oars before paddling towards spawn. Eventually, he reached the large white box, and noticed that the mustache was not actually on the box, but a different building further on. Because of that, Tommy doubted about if Grumbot would be here, but when he found an opening and went in with Tubbee, he saw the computer.

Tommy expected something much smaller but Grumbot was huge and a bit overwhelming. He seemed to be staring off into the distance, and when Tommy looked that way, he saw recreation of the shopping district.

Pulling the diamond that Scar gave him out of his pocket, Tommy waked to the base of Grumbot and looked at the labeled buttons. He pressed the one labeled prime Grumbot and flinched at the slight grinding noise that came from the machine. While that made Tommy reluctant about the idea, he had already come all the way out here and started the process, so he might as well finish it up.

Next he pressed the boot load brain button and then the flood mayoral reservoirs one. More noises sounded from the machine and then Tommy looked at the last label. ‘Deposit Question Diamond.’ He was about to just put it in before he saw the anvils. After dying the other day, Tommy didn’t have many levels, but he had at least one.

Putting the diamond in an anvil, Tommy renamed it with a question and placed it in the machine and pressed the final button. Trying to help, Tubbee also bopped against the button as Tommy stepped back to look at the screen of Grumbot. The happy eyes changed to standard ones, and then they looked down as a paper dispensed.

Tommy ran back over to the machine and grabbed the paper to read it. There were only four words on it and just seeing the number nearly made Tommy tear it up, but then he actually comprehended the words. ‘Use the fourth button.’

Tommy looked back at the buttons and noticed the 4th one was made of a block. Pulling it out, he then placed it into the nearby mechanism and pressed the other three buttons. It took a bit of finagling to use the fourth button, what with it now missing. But then the screen glitched and then it glitched again. Tommy looked between the screen and the answer printer, angry to see no response. With that anger, he kicked Grumbot, and then the screen stopped glitching.

“Ah, just what I needed. A good kick to the ribs.” Tommy swore and fell to the ground at the booming voice that came from Grumbot. Tubbee was also scared by it and cowered next to Tommy. Looking up, he saw the screen no longer glitching and the previously stiff face looking very animated as it looked around, eventually looking down at Tommy.

“So, you’re the one who wants my help, yes?” The booming voice spoke again, making Tommy cover his ears this time. “Oh sorry, I guess I’m a bit too loud.” Grumbot apologized as he lowered his voice.

Tommy, having no clue how Grumbot was supposed to act, didn’t find his voice and much more emotive face odd. “Yeah, uh. So Grian told me that you did mayoral stuff and while it’s not the same, I have a friend who is, or was , a president and wondered if you could help with that?”

Grumbot’s face tilted as his computer head could not. “Your first diamond was asking about the status of a ‘President Tubbo’. While I have been here with only the occasional visit, I’ve had time for my redstone brain and so to upgrade and find new databases and reservoirs.”

“Uh… does that mean you know that-�� Tommy started to speak but was cut off.

“Yes. I know now my dad did not win the election. At the time, that was my only purpose. I was upset when I learned the truth when you activated me, but I have new purpose and my dads just did what they could to care for me.”

Tommy just nodded, not completely sure what all of that meant, more from not paying attention. “Okay, well I think my friend who was president elsewhere got turned into this bee.” And Tommy held up Tubbee.

Grumbot ‘leaned’ closer to see Tubbee and then looked at the data he received about a president Tubbo. “Your friend was not turned into a bee.”

Tommy frowned at the answer, arms falling to his sides, Tubbee now free to do more exploring. “What do you mean, my compass is supposed to point to Tubbo and it points to this bee, so it has to be Tubbo! He loves the things so much it makes sense he would become one.”

Grumbot added the new information to his data. “Well, that is neither your dead friend returned to life as a bee, nor your friend disguised as one. It is instead something else.”

Protests Tommy had been about to sling at the robot died in his throat and was replaced with a new question. “What is it then?”

Grumbot paused, making sure he could get all the data he had access to and could help. “Your world is… different.” The AI started slowly. “You can lose lives and eventually truly die. But you don’t just die and decide one is a true life lost. When that happens, you… lose a piece of you. Enough times and what makes you you can’t exist in a body anymore.”

Tommy interrupted Grumbot. “So Tubbo is a ghost possessing the bee?”

The AI glared at Tommy for a few seconds, screen background turning a certain shade of red. But then he calmed. “No, your friend is still alive, but he has had one of those special deaths happened. It was before you arrived here in Hermitcraft. That death broke off a piece of his soul and it managed to end up here. Whether the piece was active the whole time or it only activated once you, a familiar being, drew near, I cannot say.”

Tommy processed the information before asking a clarifying question. So, the bee is only like a piece of Tubbo?”

A piece of paper was printed out and then Grumbot’s screen went dark. Tommy grabbed the paper and read the word ‘Yes.’ There was also a post script asking for Tommy to kill Scar for the AI which Tommy laughed at. He then got the lead back around Tubbee and headed home.

Even if it wasn’t really Tubbo, Tommy found Tubbee comforting. Maybe even if this piece of Tubbo was here, Tubbo could feel Tommy on the other end, trying to care for his friend. Xisuma came to visit Tommy again after a few days and heard from Tommy what Grumbot had said. Grian came later that same day and freaked out when he learned about Grumbot, leaving almost immediately to go find Mumbo who was also online.

Scar was the last to show up. He was glad to find out that Tommy had piece of mind, but was also a bit salty about the fact he was stabbed and killed the moment he walked through the door, though it was his own fault for getting there at half a heart from crashing into so much while flying.

#hermit!tommy au #hermitcraft #hermitblr #tommyinnit #grian #goodtimeswithscar #xisuma #dream smp #tubbo #tubbee #grumbot

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unsureavenger · 5 years ago

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Take Me By Surprise

a short Stony/Avengers 2012 fanfic by @unsure-avenger

WARNING: Includes soft Avenger family moments because frankly, we’ve been deprived. Rated PG for vulgar language, but mostly just pure love and friendships.

“Okay, wait no! Hawkeye counts as two players! You can’t have him and Thor!” Natasha protested. “And Bruce is practically useless at shooting games—”

“Hey!” Bruce complained, his features rearranging themselves into a hurt expression.

Natasha sent him a pointed look.

“Yeah, okay,” Bruce admitted.

Tony rolled his eyes. “Okay, we’re clearly not capable of dealing with this like mature adults. So, how’re we going to organise the laser tag teams?”

“We can draw straws!” Steve shouted. He flushed a dark red when his teammates leave doff their seats at his outburst. “Sorry, I think I’m getting a little too excited.”

Tony clenched a fist under the table to control himself.

Steve’s incessant blushing was the tip of the iceberg of the things he did that made Tony want to leap off his chair and do unspeakable things to him.

“Alright, I believe we should go with the honourable captain’s plan!” Thor boomed, slamming his fist on the booth that left a crack in the plastic.

Natasha grabbed a handful of six straws from the bar, and proceeded to cut three of them short with a dagger hidden neatly in the side of her combat boot.

Tony stared at her. “You had that there the whole time?”

She pointedly ignored him and started shuffling around the straws.

“Am I the only person here who’s slightly concerned?” Tony demanded.

Natasha rolled her eyes. “It’s a security precaution.” She held out the array of straw from one side. “Choose, Stark.”

Tony eyed them carefully, and made a mental prayer that Clint would be on his team.

Eventually, when all the straws were chosen, the Avengers has been split into two teams; Tony, Clint, and Bruce on one, and the others on the next.

“We’re going to win,” Tony declared. “Want to save some time and just announce it?”

Steve snorted. “In your dreams, Tony.”

“Enough of the trash talk,” Bruce interjected. “Seriously, guys. It’s embarrassing.”

“Yes, let’s get real,” Clint agreed. “What are we playing for? The Avengers Tower? Stark’s Ferrari?”

Tony wheeled round on Clint with a glare. “Why is it all my stuff?”

“Pride,” Steve said firmly. “Gloating rights.”

Natasha laughed and patted him on the back. “Okay, Steve. You can do that. I’d like a more material prize, please?”

“Movie night rights for the next month,” Bruce offered.

Tony clenched his fist so tight his knuckles went white.

Ever since they’d moved into the tower, movie night had become a weekly tradition. For at least one night, they’d gather in the living room, and according to the rotor (organised by Pepper), and watch a movie chosen by someone.

Since all his friends had disastrous tastes in cinema...

“Team huddle!” Clint yelled, and Tony shuffled over to join him and Bruce by the bar.

“This is serious, guys,” Tony said urgently. “If I have to watch another 40s show with no colour and plots that can only be labelled ‘what were they thinking?’, I think I might actually die.”

Bruce nodded vigorously. “Okay, so what’s the plan?”

“I was thinking you could Hulk out,” Clint suggested. “Smash their laser guns so we can’t lose any points.”

Tony’s eyebrows shot skyward as he held up a hand. “What the actual fuck, Clint?”

Bruce tapped his chin thoughtfully. “I’m considering it.”

Tony smacked Clint round the head. “Absolutely not. I was thinking more team strategies? Who takes which flank?”

Clint snorted. “Stark, you’ve clearly never been on a team with S.H.I.E.L.D. spies. Natasha’s going to be playing the dirtiest you’ll have ever seen. They’ll be using ever play in the black book.”

Bruce slammed his hands on the table. “Okay, you have got to stop making up sayings, Clint.”

“What I mean,” Clint said disappointedly. “Is that we have to be prepared to play dirty too. Any ideas, Stark?”

***

Next scene, Tony was in the arena, with red lights flashing madly in the darkness.

He squinted to see Clint swinging into one of the air conditioning vents and a soft tapping as he crawled along to the blue team’s — Natasha’s team’s — base.

Tony had his laser gun strapped to his back, and his gaze darted left and right, searching for the control panels.

Since he wasn’t that great with a gun, Tony’s job was to find the control panels, and figure out a way to change the points so that their team was far, far in the lead.

Bruce was in charge of protecting the red base — if their base was shot, the blue team instantly won twenty points — which was terrible because he had worse aim than Tony and zero battle tactics.

Clint was their offensive, and would take the others by surprise at the blue base — which was probably being protected by Steve, since he was their most defensive player.

“Don’t you think we’re taking this a bit seriously?” Tony had asked Clint, who was the most serious he’d ever seen him. “I mean, it’s a laser tag game. We’re acting like the Nazis are launching another invasion.”

Clint had simply stared at him. “Tony, do you not remember Cap’s last movie?”

After that horrific reminder, Tony was ready to charge into the game with his wits on and his mind ready.

“Game starting,” a robotic voice projected. “I’m 3, 2, 1...Go!”

As soon as the countdown finished, music started blasting out the speakers, which only increased the adrenaline flowing through Tony’s veins.

He ducked low and started forward, keeping an eye out for any blinking lights. Nothing so far.

Then, from afar, he heard a high shriek that he recognised as Bruce’s, and figured that Natasha must’ve found their base.

The sound of laser fire resonated nearby, and Tony slammed his back against an obstacle, making sure no one was around him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the familiar blue lights of an electric circuit.

The control panel.

Tony pulled Clint’s penknife out of his pocket — the number of blades his friends kept were quite disturbing — and started unscrewing the corners of the board.

As he threw the board to the floor with a clatter, Tony leaned down to observe the controls. There was a small screen, about the size of his palm that displayed the scores of both teams, accuracies, and the number of hits on each player and base.

His fingers ran over the buttons, familiarity washing over him.

However, his luck had run out. The circuit board began to spark, and Tony leaped back just split seconds before the control panel exploded into dark smoke and sparks.

Tony coughed and waved the smoke away from his face. The control panel was completely fried by a surge of electricity — probably from Thor.

Natasha must’ve anticipated their moves and found a wire that connected to the panel.

Tony cursed under his breath, a new plan to signal Clint starting to formulate in his brain.

Someone shoved him against the wall, knocking the breath out of him and making his heart jump out of his chest.

Before Tony could fully comprehend what was happening, lips were pressed against his, hot and heavy, strong arms holding him up as he was slammed against the side of the arena.

“Oh god,” he whimpered.

The kisses ran from his lips to the side of his jaw, pressing and sucking ensuing. Tony let out an uncontrolled moan and reached out to tug his lover’s hair.

His fingers entangled in rough, short hair, tugging as Tony felt himself descend into a bliss-filled heaven.

“Natasha told me to distract you,” Steve said breathlessly.

Tony panted as he stared into the blue eyes of none other than the super soldier. Had he known that Steve kissed so well...

Let’s just say he would’ve made a move a long time ago.

“But I didn’t really decide to...” Steve trailed of frustratedly. “God, Tony, you just make me feel these-these things. And you never say anything — and I was sick and tired of waiting—”

Tony smashed his lips against Steve’s again so they were stuck in a love-locked embrace. He’d never made out with someone strong enough to hold him up against a wall before.

Tony liked it.

“Wait, wait,” Steve stammered, trying to catch his breath. Tony impatiently made a whining sound.

“I’m supposed to stop you from getting to the control panel,” Steve said, sort of half-dazed, half-bewildered.

Tony ground his hips against Steve’s, and the other man’s control seemed to slip for a split second where a groan escaped his lips.

“So stop me,” he breathed.

And Steve did.

***

“This is unbelievable! We’re off fighting for our team, and you’re off-off—” Natasha spluttered, at a loss for words.

“Fucking,” Tony offered.

He had never seen Steve blush so furiously in the months he’d known him.

Steve stammered, “We didn’t-we were just—”

“Fucking,” Clint finished.

They were seated around the table outside the laser tag arena while Natasha paced around and reprimanded Steve and Tony like kids in detention.

“No!” Steve protested. “Not in a public place!”

“Yet,” Tony murmured to himself.

Thor stared at Steve’s red cheeks, Tony’s dishevelled hair and marks down the side of his neck. “Most definitely not.”

“We just kissed,” Steve promised them.

Tony grinned. “That would be putting it lightly.”

“You’re not helping,” Steve murmured under his breath. “Natasha’s going to kill me.”

Tony stood up off his chair and spread his hands. “I don’t see what the issue is. Okay, so Thor discovers Steve and I bumping uglies in a dark corner — what’s the big deal?”

“Firstly,” Natasha answered firmly. “Never say ‘bumping uglies’. Ever.”

“Secondly, you’ve traumatised Bruce.” She pointed at their friend who was sitting stiffly by a table.

Tony gave him an apologetic look. “Sorry, Banner.”

There hadn’t been many boundaries between him and Steve by the time Bruce discovered them.

“Secondly, this is a team,” Natasha told him seriously. “If you two are just banging against every wall for no apparent reason—”

“There is,” Steve interrupted loudly. “A reason, I mean,” he said in a lower tone. “I’m not—I don’t do this with just anyone, I swear.”

Natasha’s gaze slid to Tony, and she cocked her head.

“I don’t do that anymore, Romanoff. You know I don’t.”

Natasha eyed him warily. “I know. But you’re the team leaders, if anything—”

“If anything happens,” Steve insisted. “We’ll still work together fine on the field. Even when we didn’t get along, we had a good dynamic. This won’t get in the way of that.”

Natasha sat down with a sigh. “Okay, good. This team is...I don’t want anything to ruin it.”

“Nothing will,” Tony promised. He made a mental note to hug Natasha more. Even if she might stab him, she needed some affection — he frequently forgot that she was brought up an assassin against her will.

“Shawarma.”

The others turned to Bruce, who still looked slightly ill.

“I feel like shawarma,” he repeated hoarsely, blushing when he caught Tony’s eye.

Tony chuckled and pulled him up from his chair. “Okay, Bruce. Shawarma it is.”

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