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heartofwritiing · 11 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What was happening?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Huh?" you blink.

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

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

Oh...

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

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

"Y/N,"

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

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

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

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

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

Cheeky bastard. You thought while smiling.

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

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

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

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

Wilbur just shrugged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Great. You thought.

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

Then you heard the words that made your stomach drop.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He snickered and hummed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He definitely wasn’t looking. He was.

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

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

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

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bad268 · 6 months

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Chosen (C! Technoblade/SBI X Child! Reader)

Fandom: DSMP

Requested: Day 24 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: Techno’s death and reader is Techno’s child in-game (Undisclosed age), my final goodbye to Techno, my hero. RIP Legend

Pronouns: They/them

W.C. 358

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

Writing Inktober 2023 Masterlist

~~(^@/Philza's memorial to techno)

It wasn’t anything too abnormal. Wilbur had returned to Ohio, Tommy, and Tubbo seemingly fell off the face of the world, and Technoblade was off doing something in the Nether, leaving Y/n with Phil.

Techno was going to be gone a couple of days, he said. Well, it was pushing a week at this point and Y/n was aware of his disappearance. Techno sometimes lost track of time, it’s just who he is.

Phil didn’t question it; not until Wilbur, Tommy, and Tubbo showed up at his house. Apparently, Techno was supposed to meet up with them two days ago, and there is no way he would miss it.

“He’s just mining in the Nether,” Phil tried to tell them. “Probably ran into a problem or found something else to do.”

“But he would come home first,” Tommy pressed. “He loves Y/n. He wouldn’t just leave them without an explanation.”

“You say that like he’s abandoned them,” Phil scolded. The group looked at each other for a few seconds until they were interrupted by screams. Y/n’s screams.

The four bolted up the stairs and are immediately met with Y/n, their brother’s child, screaming, crying, and thrashing around. Y/n’s hands clawed at their ears trying to block out any noise. They cried out for someone, Phil specifically knowing that he might have a potion for whatever this was, “Phil, make it stop!”

“I need to know what’s going on to help, Y/n/n,” Phil comforted, sitting beside their bed as he tried to pry their hands off their head.

“No, Phil!” They screamed, “They’re too loud! It hurts, Phil!”

“They’re too loud?” Tommy questioned to himself before turning his attention to the child, “Who’s too loud, Little (first initial)?” Tommy asked, uncharacteristically quiet as he sat next to them on their bed.

“The voices,” they cried, finally opening their eyes to look at Tommy. Their normal (eye color) eyes were replaced with blood red. “They want blood, Uncle Tommy.”

It was then, they knew what happened.

When one Blood God dies, another must rise.

And unfortunately, Y/n was the chosen one.

~~~~~

#c!technoblade x reader #writing inktober 2023 #bad268 #c! technoblade #dream smp #platonic #ship268 #thing268

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maeizy · 1 year

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C!ranboo little sister x reader!

I HATE MYSELF RN, I LOST THE DANG REQEST THERE WAS TWO AND I REMEMBERED THE FIRST ONE- sjdjdnsidndoanfiehidn anyways the request was by @fantasyfiction-net ! and no I dont have a discord server yet! Ill try and make one though, ty for the advice! And yes I'd love to be freinds!!:D annnyways- ONWARD!!

INFO FOR REQESTS MY FANDOMS, AS WELL AS BLOG

GENRE: PURE FLUFF!<3

SYPNOSIS:x-reader where very young sibling,age 4-5. of C!ranboos, gets close with the sbi, Tubbo, philza, tommy ecr. To where he thinks they like the sbi more than him but they dont.

PRONOUNS: gn

TRIGGERS: getting hurt; (by water[since readers also half enderman]), no others!

Notes <3- totally didnt forget about this- I kinda hate it but its whatever I guess. Sorry for being so inactive as of kate, I'm making a lot of more fics, not in this fandom but in others like Lockwood and co ect. Please please please make sure to check out my blog info and my other stuff I have it linked in ever post :D sorry of this is trash but I hope y'all enjoy anyways.

you and ranboo where getting ready to go to philzas house it had just started to snow. you had always been fascinated by the white floating specs that reminded you of your very own purple ones that floated around you from time to time connecting to you to your ender man heritage.

"Y\N!" your older brother Ranboo yelled out as your tiny bare feet thudded out of the shack door breaking free from your bigger brothers arms to excitedly run out to the snow and attempt to flop down on it, but as soon as your bare skin touched the cold frozen flakes of water it burned, the excitement was then sucked away, as a searing pain tore through the pads of your exposed feet.

an enderlike screech of pain burst from your shocked mouth and purple particles was all your vision picked up on as you subconsciously teleported back, with a soft woosh, you popped back into the small space of the entrance of the Shack, that you and ranboo called home.

upright and confused, you where frantically holding your foot with a Audible "ow,ow,ow,ow,ow-" trying to balance on one leg and hopping backwards. already loosing your balance due to your freakishly long limbs for your age. (Thank your enderside) with a hiss you where sent wheeling back. being uncorranated as is, and then adding the fact you where standing how you where at the moment, you knock things down with you as you fall and land on your back with another shriek and a loud thump.

You let out another small, half hurt half annoyed huff, as tears formed at the ends of your green and red eyes. ranboo panicked running over in a semi-shocked state to grab onto you checking the red scorch marks on your left foot as you pushed yourself up on your elbows to let out another soft "ow" as he bent down to pick up your small 5 year old form.

being carefull not to bump into anything as he stumbled to set you on the staircase as he went to go grab some bandages rambling on with a " oh no!- I said to get your enchanted shoes on! Water hurts us-aww no please don't cry- healing poti-TUBBO"

The shorter boys head popped around the thrown open door as cold wind pushing its way in in a blizzard you hadn't noticed brewing till now, too focused on the throb in your foot.

The boys chipper voice was followed by ranboo half falling down the stairs to greet him and help you "Hi ran boo and- RANBOO WHY ARE THEY CRYING?!" ranboo fumbled with The wrappings as he wrapped it around the fresh wound " they went outside! in the snow! without enchanted boots and got hurt when it melted on them!" The little kid rushed over to tubbo hugging him tightly completely oblivious to ranboo who was trying to help; and ran into the shorter hybrids arms tubbo stooped to pick the younger child up as he set them down again on the staircase.

She wasn't full blown crying now, just sniffling as she tried to wipe of runaway tears as tubbo patted her head warmly with a small comforting grin to calm her nerves. she let the goat boy wrap the rest of the bandages around her foot then gave him an exited hug and a small. "thank you tubtub!" And got to her feet ignoring the ache and running to the front door to pick up her shoes, while ran boo wined a little at The younger boo and crossed his long arms in silent protest, giving a little huff of annoyance.

Tubbo chuckled "apparently she just likes me more" he said in a joking tone. But ranboo frowned "pftt-no.she-" tubbo laughed again as ranboos face turned a shade out of embarrassment. "whatever" he grumbled as he walked over to little y\n as she finished yanking the big enchanted boots onto her much smaller feet. she hummed with a happy little smile as he watched her with furrowed eyebrows standing their a little she got up humming a song tommy taught her and unconsciously grabbed his bigger hand bouncing as she pulled him outside "Phil's!phils!phils!" She chanted as her hand slipped from his when they got to the front porch of their small home in the snowy biome. Phil and technos conjoined house in the distance, lit with a warm light as the girl twirled through the snow twords it.

Ranboo teleported to the front step of philzas house with ease and tubbos head peeked out of the door of ranboos house, confused and annoyed, his shouts unheard as he ran across the landscape to join ranboo, and his sibling, who was huffing up the steps. "Cheater" you glared with a tired face. Your brother grinned as tubbo caught up. they didn't bother to knock as tubbo opened the door lazily and thunked his snow boots on the side of the doorframe. piles of snow landing on the hardwood deck from his boot.

The younger boo copied his actions holding onto the door frame for balance. And with a less powerful kick, her boot collided with the door, sending a little amount of Triump into the girl as she soon forgot about it and rushed into the house.

when she spotted philza and Wilbur having a chat in the kitchen she ran straight to them ranboo trailed aimlessly after her finding a spot next to tubbo as he chatted with tommy. Tomny and tubbo where fighting over who got the last peice of cake to which ranboo intervened and took it holding it above their heads while he took little pieces to eat himself while tommy and tubbo complained.

The little girl rushed over to hug phil who managed a "hey mate!" and patted her head and before he could say anymore she found techno who was talking to Wilbur.

"no -you have to kill them, then you can drag them into the-" he spotted the younger girls salt and pepper hair as she was silently staring curiously at him. He switched up his words as she walked up to him with a small cautious and confused face "kill someone?!" You questioned "uh-but of course we would skip the uh first step. and We would -drag them... to a nice place to have a talk-" she laughed hugging the pig-man who akwardly patted her back with a grimance. A glare shot from wilbur burned into technos skull.

You then hugged Wilbur who already had his arms stretched out. and with a warm smile she ran straight into him as she gripped his jumper with all her force. She leaned her small form back to Look up at his muddy eyes. With a mischievous grin then snatched his glasses off his scarred nose putting them on there face quickly, and dodging his long arms they Ignored the shouts of the older man. running off to find philzas arms to hide in. You darted into the living room, stopping shortly to take in there surroundings. the chatter from the boys, the sun streaming through the window, and the wonderful smells coming from the kitchen of whatever Phil was mixing up. it was comforting, but the loud footsteps behind them where not.

You couldn't make it to philza in time so you went to the person you would normally go for comfort, ranboo. Your brothers long limbs where crisscrossed on the floor and he silently nodded along as tubbo and tommy conversed. His green and red eyes found yours and his mouth turned into a grin and you sprinted twords him. Tommy spotted you coming there way and intervened "HEY y\n!" His bandaged arms opened wide, with a boyish toothy grin. Before you could decide who to go to, Wilbur rounded the corner. a glare set on his face as he squinted at her. "AHAHHHH" you ran straight into tommy.

the betrayal on ranboos face was prominent, his arms dropped slowly to his sides as his smile faded. though he didn't show it his heart panged a little As Tommy's arms locked in around you. He was supposed to be the one you ran too. He was your brother!

Wilbur barreled into the living room trying to take you from him. Tommy attempted to throw you on the couch and quickly cover you up with a pillow but it didn't work. The fight was over, Wilbur grabbed his glasses back off your defeaded half dead looking form and grabbed the pillow and proceeded to beat tommy with it.

You lifted yourself up, your hair now disheveled from the two brothers. You looked over to ranboo, your own brother, who looked a bit downtrodden. A wary smile was shot tword you, you huffed, feeling a bit tired you walked over to him, laying your head on his shoulder and gripping his arm "you ok big man?" He said as he patted your head lovingly "yes-can we go home now?" you yawned "we can- but I thought you wanted to hang out with techno, and tommy and-" " ranboo! I wanna spend time with you!" you smiled up at him, your eyes squinted. ranboo, forgetting you where a very unfiltered five year old died at your next words "Tommy's a little loud anyways-" he Busted open with laughter as wilbur did too, pausing over Tommy's defeated form on the spot on the floor where he had been being hit multiple times with the soft round throw pillow clutched in wills grip, tommy yelled in protest "HEY! I PROTECT YOU AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME??" You look at him blankly " ummmmm- yes." Ranboo shoots grin his way, and scoops you up and grabs your shoes. As you slowly drifted off to sleep, you could hear techno voice echo " the kid was right, you are really obnoxious tommy" and another yelp from the blonde boy as a pillow thrown from techno this time, hit him square in the face. another loud scream was heard this time from tubbo "GET WRECKED" and a bust of laughter was heard.

This was your family.

And as you grew up, it always stayed that way, no matter what you went through, this, what some would call a ragtag group. was stuck with you, as family and you were ok with that, as long as your big brother stuck by your side, you felt impossible.

#dsmp x reader #dream smp headcanons #bench trio headcanons #sbi fanfic #sbi x reader #dream smp imagine #ranboo x reader #tubbo x reader #wilbur soot x reader

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sunflowerdaisybee · 2 years

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This is my first time asking but can you do a fic (CC or C) where the SBI views Reader (He/They if you can) as an older sibling (or is their older sibling if it's C!SBI) and Wilbur and Techno fight on who's Reader's favorite.

Cue Philza (C R O W F A T H E R) breaking up the fight and being like "This is the nth fight you've guys had this week, and it's only tuesday)." After finding out what the recent fight was about, Philza, trying not to laugh, tells the two to follow him to go see Reader and Tommy doing something fluffy. From there on, Wil's and Tech's minds are like "so we have competition."

Bonus: Tommy is aware that he is Reader's favorite and gloats about it to Wil and Tech when reader is away.

Sorry if it's too long but I always love Sibling SBI dynamics

I really liked this idea, sibling SBI will always have a soft spot in my already super soft heart, but anyways I have no idea how well written this is but it was really cute and I enjoyed writing it so I hope you enjoy! :] /pos

Summary: Wilbur and Techno both believe they are your favorite younger brother, Phil and Tommy say otherwise

Pairing: P!SBI X Reader

Pronouns: He/They

[A/n]: Requests are still closed sadly, I am trying to clear out what is currently there and start with a clean state!

“I’m clearly the favorite.” Techno scoffed at Wilbur’s statement.

“If you were the favorite then why does (Y/n) spend so much time training with me? It’s almost like he enjoys my company more than yours.” Techno’s reply did nothing more than add fuel to the fire, sparking yet another argument between the two boys.

“What are you two going on about now? Don’t you have chores to be doing?” Philza’s questions were rhetorical but he was hoping it would be enough to silence the two boys. The week had barely begun and they had been caught several times getting into verbal arguments over, what seemed to be, the same topic.

“Dad, tell Techno that I’m (Y/n)’s favorite!”

“No way! They clearly like me better!” Philza was quick to break things up before the two started to argue again.

“Oh dear, what am I going to do with you two.” It was then that Phil had remembered something, motioning for his two middle sons to follow him. Earlier he had tasked Tommy with cleaning his room, which had become a mess over the weekend, and you had offered to help the young boy who whined at his father’s request. It wasn’t difficult for Phil to see how you doted on the young boy, your youngest brother, always helping him with simple tasks and spending a majority of your time around him. Despite his troublesome nature, the small blonde had grown to be your favorite of the three, and he was certainly vocal about it.

It wasn’t hard to recall numerous times when you had left with Techno or Wilbur, or even when Tommy had left with Phil to run simple errands, that the boy boasted about how he was your favorite. Of course, his siblings took this with a grain of salt, clearly, their obnoxious younger brother was playing a trick on them. Though now they weren’t entirely sure.

There in Tommy's freshly cleaned room sat the two of you, it was almost difficult to make out but you were showing off some of your beloved trinkets to the young boy, allowing him to handle and try on whichever ones he desired.

“What! He’s never let me touch any of his treasures before!” Techno whisper shouted, hardly able to contain his disbelief.

“Touch? They’ve never even told me about half those things before!!” Wilbur spoke in the same, disbelieving, hushed tone. It only took a moment for the two boys to lock eyes, challenging each other for a moment before settling on a new target. Neither of them could be your favorite if Tommy held that title, after all, how could you ever pick them over your precious little Tommy.

“We gotta eliminate Tommy.”

“I agree.”

“Don’t bother your younger brother. You both know (Y/n) cares about you a lot, Tommy is the youngest, of course, he’s going to spoil him a little more.” Phil shooed his middle sons away from the bedroom, leaving you and Tommy to continue in what you had been doing from the start.

“Now I don’t want to hear any more arguing from either of you. If I hear any more arguments over this topic any time in the next month and you’ll have double the chores. Understood?”

“Yes sir!” “Understood!” The two responded in unison, neither wanting double chores no matter how deeply they felt about the topic.

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wimbledonsoot · 2 years

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Hello! If your requests are closed and not really writing for the Dsmp right now then feel free to ignore it! Could you possibly make C!Tommyinnit with a mother reader? Where the reader is really being like a yandere towards Tommy because he's like her own son, Also the reader is the "Queen of the God's and goddesses" Where the reader is the strongest person on the Dsmp, stronger than DreamXD, Dream and even Technoblade :D

HELLO PERSON

this seems hella cool, but it is my first time writing yandere stuff so i might not be so good at it :)

NOTES - i did this in headcanon form (like via bullet points, because then i don't have to write and edit proper sentences lol, but there is a storyline and plot) - also, the first chapter of 'The Fall' is out, go read it!

(requests are 100% open - go ahead!)

sbi x reader

trigger warnings: mentions of drugging, drugging via magic, swords, and kidnapping (yandere behaviour)

this is dark, so i'm rating this as mature

summary: you can't let the mortals take your son away, can you?

let me start by saying that tommy suspects nothing

we've seen in the c!dsmp how easily he's manipulated, and the same goes here

and you use that to your advantage

a couple honey-sweet words here, a threat there

tommy's yours in days

and if he was the only thing protecting himself, you'd be fine

the issue is that the SBI won't let you take him away that easily

thinking you're just another mortal with bad intentions, they start by confronting you (read: attempting to intimidate you)

tommy's not feeling well, you tell them, when they ask where he is, you're taking care of him; making sure he gets better

they think you're lying, but what they don't know is that the herbs you've been slipping into his meals work well

they've made him forget

yet you've aided that process too, with your magic

when they demand to see him, when techno pulls out his orphan obliterator and threatens violence, that's when you reveal your true form

all it takes is a flash of a sigil - your symbol - and philza's stumbling backwards

he's horrified

because this means that you - queen of the gods - have decided to take tommy, and that they cannot do anything

they're bound to your will, after all

after that, there's little they can do but... fall to your charms too

soon enough you've got a family of gods living in your palace, and none of them remember a thing

#tommyinnit x reader #yandere reader #yandere dsmp #yandere #wilbur soot #wilbur soot imagine #sbi x reader #technoblade x reader

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1donoow · 10 months

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CONTENT CREATOR FANFICS REC PT.2

[Fanfics i've read]

edited

......

♡ - smut

Mostly fluff

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Corpse husband

Tommyinnit

technoblade

- DSMP reacting to you actually being rich

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@beeindaclouds - Things you do that they love pt.1 pt.2

- DSMP reacting to Reader with a high spice tolerance

- C!DSMP meet OWL!Reader, right-hand of Lady Death

- Children!DSMP reacting to Babysitter!Reader having a partner

- Crew Boys reacting to you "saving" their basket ball

- dsmp with rich!reader

- C!DSMP react to Reader switching during a fight

- C!DSMP w/ a Vampire!Reader

@dsmpxreaderstuff - reader gifting the dsmp flower

- sassy! reader

- Reader who's always wearing gloves

- your highness

@ruminationnn - nickname for you

@rae-writes - sbi finding out techno has a daughter

@basilly - kissing their nose

@astrologyslayy - what the dsmp would do when crushing on you

- their reactions when they watch you draw

@god-of-balance - ___(hybrid creeper!reader)

@krabs-quill - old phantom phriend

@brightert0mb - Syndicate Gang with a Glare/Allay/Copper Golem!Reader Headcannons

@ruminationnn - a random hug from the reader headcanons

@angel-anoetic - killer cutie (killer bunny!reader)

@cupidmybeloved - ice skating (platonic)

- knitting (sbi x sibling!reader)

@voidgonemissing - a gentle rainy day (platonic)

@helliontherapscallion - sbi sibling deer hybrid!reader

@ramzawrites - strike me down,Zeus! (creeper hybrid!reader)

@retroaria - comparing hand sizes

@modelbus - face id

@thabeeboii - (Y/N) loves hugging people randomly pt.2

@streaming-yn - p! cc! multiple x shy! y/n

- forgetful!y/n duo names

- forgetful!y/n interacting with other streamer

@myntrose - face reveal pog?

@quackarl - mcyt having a crush

@griffintail - just another day (sbi x winged!child reader)

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corpse husband

@sarahwasfound - fuckin' hot

@thefanficmonster - the doll

@bunnvlr - Mama's boy

@malleux - spell

@whiteqnn - pure 2

@quits-writing - being corpse husband's s/o hc

@castor--writes - corpse finding out you have a bingus cat baby

@rottenroyalebooks - my girlfriend is a witch

@dollsbite - corpse with a pink-obsessed s/o

@kbrownie - leaked

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tommyinnit

@isadora-larkspur - tommy with shorter reader

@ohlovejoy - reacting to his beard

- the jitters (mute!reader)

@julibeeline - tommy and wilbur accidentally revealing their relationship

@sanderchu - breakfast made with love

- ylyl vlog

@modelbus - beguiled in the background

- cute cat

@bingbongsupremacy - little intruder (toddler!reader)

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Technoblade

@ze-maki-nin - child in the snow

@milqueandsugar - ___

@beeindaclouds - having c!technoblade as your dad

@fandomlit - imagine technoblade being jealous of the attention you give tommy

@smelted-applejuice - ___ (techo's daughter)

- ___ (wither skeleton!reader)

@beelzebubaz - techno seeing you in his clothes

#masterlist #content creator rec #tommyinnit x reader #technoblade x reader #corpse husband x reader

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if-you-feel-lonely · 1 year

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LONELY'S ADVENT CALENDAR - DAY ONE

Prompt: Family photos

C!SBI x reader (family au!), Tubbo and Ranboo mentioned

TW: Violence (lighthearted sibling violence), swearing, sibling bullying (calling each other adopted and the like)

Event masterlist (discontinued)

Phil loved to take awful pictures of his kids. He'd never hired a photographer and took proper, professional family photos. Why? That's the same question that Technoblade, Wilbur, Tommy and Y/n all asked every year. Along the halls of the house was a variety of family photos. In the living room, in a frame on the windowsill, was a picture of the four of them, covered from the knees down in white powder.

"Tommy, you're going to knock the flour if you keep walking up and down like that." Wilbur stated, sighing irritably.

"I would never. Careful is literally my middle name-"

Famous last words. He received a death glare from three flour-coated teens.

"This is why your real parents gave you up!" The neighbours could've heard Y/n shout.

"I'm not fuckin' adopted!"

To Phil, this was prime opportunity. As the older trio directed their fury at the younger blonde, he managed to sneak a picture of their gluten-covered legs. Y/n snapped around at the sound of a camera app. Needless to say, Phil was almost in hysterics.

"Come over and do that again, I dare you."

The next photo was from many years ago. Tommy was no older than eleven, Wilbur was fourteen, Y/n and Technoblade were the eldest children at fifteen. Out of context it looked strange - Techno and Y/n walking ahead of the younger two as Tommy slide tackled Wilbur's shins.

The four of them had been walking back to the house, having been sent home again after the school decided there was too much snow to stay in school. It was in the students' best interest to go home before the snow got too thick.

The older two walked ahead, lost in their own conversation. Tommy, however had other plans.

"You killed my father, prepare to die!" He shouted, before running at Wilbur and slide tackling him, successfully knocking him to the floor.

Techno turned around, followed by Y/n. "I don't claim this." He spoke. Y/n hummed in agreement.

Days like this made Phil grateful for the high-quality doorbell camera.

The living room, the dining room and the halls were all filled with similar photos - it made Phil smile when he walked past, and it made his kids blush with embarrassment at the awful timing of the photos being taken.

His favourite, though?

It sat on his desk in his office next to his computer. Wilbur and Y/n sat on the sofa looking at each other, both with their legs crossed. They were playing slaps, despite Phil telling them not to. On the floor, Techno attempted to teach Tommy how to wrap presents, but to no avail. It's A Wonderful Life played in the background on the TV. Tubbo and Ranboo had spent the day with the family - the two were sat on the other sofa, watching Coraline on a pirated website, on Tubbo's very cracked phone, with the help of the house's patchy Wi-Fi.

It wasn't a very calm evening - Tommy wound up covering himself, Techno and the carpet in tape and wrapping paper, Wilbur and Y/n ended up with very sore hands, and sore wrists where they had missed, and Ranboo and Tubbo had to sleep on the sofas that night, since it was dark, rainy and probably dangerous.

But it was his family, and by that definition, it was perfect.

#lonely writes #dsmp #mcyt #dream smp #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #dream smp x reader #sbi #sbi x reader #sleepy bois inc #sleepy bois inc x reader #philza #technoblade #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #ranboolive #tubbo

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lonely-lost-soul · 2 years

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Dream Smp Masterlist

Masterlist for all my Dream SMP Stories:

☁-Angst

❆-Fluff

⚘ -Smut

~~~

Technoblade x Reader:

Under the FloorBoards: Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III, Pt. IIII, Pt. V, Pt. VI, Pt. VII, Pt. VIII, Pt. VX, Pt. X, Pt. XI, Pt. XII, Pt. XII ☁❆

Lost One's Weeping: Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two ❆☁

Beauty and the Beast: Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4: final, epilogue ❆⚘

Phantom of the Opera AU: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Final ⚘❆☁

Withered ☁

Where Loyalties Lie ☁

I’m Not Soft ❆

Let Me Worship You ❆

Fight For Me ❆

Royal ❆

Blood for the Blood God ❆ ☁

Shut Up and Drive ❆

Written In the Stars ❆

Forgive me father for I have sinned ⚘

Don’t mess with the boss’s wife ❆

Wilbur Soot x Reader:

First Lady of the Court: Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III ❆☁

Philza Minecraft x Reader:

Of Immortality and Nymphs: pt. II, Pt. III ❆

Karlnapity x Reader:

Time Travel is A Tricky Business ❆

Fundy x Reader

Little Fox ❆

Platonic Ranboo x Reader:

Slumber Party ❆

Platonic Tommyinit x reader:

Tis' But A Flesh Wound ❆

Since I've Been Gone ❆

C!Jschlatt x Reader:

Poff Poff (Platonic) ❆

Daddy's Little Girl (DadSchlatt au) Pt. II, Pt. III ☁

The Women Who Loved a Monster☁

Family SBI x Reader:

Little Hope ❆

Dream Smp Headcanons:

Them simping for you ❆

How they Kiss ❆

Them Leaving Marks on you⚘

A Pirates Life for Me ❆

Woes of an Immortal (3k Special) ❆⚘☁

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beeindaclouds · 2 years

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Hellooo, do you do Modern AUs? If so, can you do a Techno x Reader in which the Reader moves next door to the SBI household, and he develops a crush for her? (And how his brothers tease him for it LMAO)

[It’s fine if you don’t wanna do it btw! Hope you’ve been doing well, and remember to drink lots of water! :D]

Hallo, thanks for watching!

I've actually never thought of making a modern version of C!DSMP, but I honestly don't mind

Hope you enjoy <3

Being neighbors w/ ModernAU!C!Technoblade

Disclaimer: Tommy is just mentioned in the scenario, this is in no way a Tommy × Reader fanfic

Click Here before requesting, please ^^

Reader: GN - They/Them

[Phil, Techno, Wilbur, Tommy]

"Our neighbors have invited us to dinner since they just moved in. Remember be kind and behave, Tommy"

"WHY ONLY ME? WHAT ABOUT WILBUR?!"

"I can act like a gentleman, unlike you little baby bro."

"Are you sure we need to bring these two? They're gonna ruin everything..."

"TECHNO!"

Yeah, it really wasn't in Techno's plans to go out this evening

It's never in Techno's plans to go out

He likes staying inside, with a book about greek mythology, and a nice cup of coffee just so he can stay up longer

But nope, today he had plans.

He didn't see much of the new neighbors

Phil talked about them a bit, at least enough to know that they're a lovely couple who also happen to have a child around Techno's age

He knew that the information told to him was a way of Phil telling Techno to make friends his age, but like always he had no interest

At least that's what he thought.

Once they ringed on the doorbell the door was opened by what, presumably, was the child of the couple

For the first time in his life, Techno could say that he was speechless

The person in front of them had such a kind aura around, a nice smile and a good sense of fashion if Techno could comment on it

But that's was just first impression...right?

"Oh! You must be the neighbors, hello!"

GOD THEIR VOICE, HOLY-

Techno was panicking. Literally.

And it unfortunately didn't go unnoticed to his two younger brothers, who couldn't stop sharing looks every now and then

The dinner went fine

Phil and Mumza had a wonderful conversation with your parents

While the other three had fun talking to you

They also subconsciously started taking a liking to you

Tommy enjoyed the fact that you would listen to him and actually acknowledge him without letting the age gap between you two influence the conversation

Wilbur loved your sassy comments and knowledge about geography and music

But you seemed to have hit it off with Techno the most

You two talked the entire evening about history, books, greek gods and their past stories; you two could've have kept on talking all night

But unfortunately it was getting late for all of you

While your parents were having their last bit of conversation with Phil and Mumza

Tommy and Wilbur decided to cause a bit of...chaos

Well, more like embarassement

"So, Y/N, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Wilbur-"

"That's a bit forward isn't? But no, I don't"

"Do you like men with pink hair?"

"What about muscles?"

"Stop"

"Maybe someone who can use a sword?"

"He likes greek mythology too!"

"Bruh..."

"He's a great cook!"

"You don't even have to do chores"

"OK ENOUGH YOU TWO. Out."

Techno had to physically push them out of the house; his face now red and hot

How could they embarass him like that, goddamit.

"You're brothers are... something"

"Yup...they really know how to make you wish you were an only child"

You laughed

God even you're laugh had Techno's heart fluttering

How could someone he just met be so, perfect?

"You know I wouldn't mind getting to know this pink haired men they were talking about"

"HUH?! I mean...yeah sure"

The tips of his ears were now visibly red, which he was silently cursing at

But hey, he got a date out of it so

Maybe it wasn't so bad to have plans once in a while

#dreamsmp #dsmp #mcyt #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #technoblade #technobladeblurb #technoblade x reader #beeblurbs

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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───── ❝ if i die, im taking this country down with me ❞ ─────

dsmp/mcyt drabbles:

a foolish harmony | cc!quackity x reader | platonic fluff drabble

an asshole of a simp | cc!schlatt x reader | fluff drabble

fuzzy | c!tommy x reader | platonic fluff drabble

business man | cc!schlatt x reader | fluff drabble

take a shower | cc!quackity x reader | comfort drabble

first love | c!eret x reader | angst fic

the forge | osmp!schlatt x reader | one shot

arachnaphobia | osmp!schlatt x reader | headcanons

the flood | cc!quackity x reader | angst one shot

business man | cc!tommyinnit x reader | one shot

the great potato war | c!technoblade x reader | one shot

too far | cc!schlatt x reader | headcanons

reading glasses | cc!schlatt x reader | fluffy one shot

the red festival | various x reader | fic

vocal stims | cc!schlatt x reader | headcanons

cat thief | cc!schlatt x reader | headcanons

amsterdam | cc!tommyinnit x reader | one shot

failed recipie | cc!quackity x reader | valentines day event fic

valentines day with the sbi | c!sbi x reader | event headcanons

just for one day | cc!schlatt x reader | valentines one shot

tomfuckery | osmp!schlatt x reader | headcanons

the worst pirates ever | various x reader | headcanons

schlottzskys | various x reader | headcanons

a manhunt? | various x reader | headcanons

tangled up | philza x reader | headcanons

the undead and unlikely friends | various x reader | au headcanons

social media fic | tommy x reader

owning a flower shop and charlie slimecicle trying to impress you would include | cc!charlie x reader | headcanons

living on the osmp would include | various x reader | headcanons

keep playing please | cc!tommy x reader | drabble/rewrite

befriending quackity would include | c!quackity x reader | headcanons

working at the sorry boys trampoline park would include | sorry boys x reader | headcanons

⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆ ❐

#mcyt #mcyt x reader #x reader #dsmp #dsmp x reader #masterlist #drabbles #one shots

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ultimatelytired · 2 years

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Ocean

word count: 4880

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

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

Keys:

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

Warnings: vulgar language, violence.

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

might make a part two, might not.

that is all.

“Full bore into the abyss!”

“Are you mad?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*CAW*

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

"Dear [M/N],

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

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

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

I'll see you when I see you.

Yours truly, Philza."

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

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

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

“We’re heading to land?”

“Then that means...”

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

[with the sbi family]

“Dear old man,

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

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

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

See you soon.

Your favorite son, [M/N].”

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

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

“It was, and his name is [M/N].”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

“That’s the captain for you!”

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

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

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

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

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

“He really is a bird hybrid?”

“Is he a crow?”

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

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

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

“Wow, you made them cry.”

“Some brother you are.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Now that’s just mean.” he shrugs.

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

“I didn’t expect him to be that big.”

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

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

“Come on, don’t be getting shy now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Headcanon:

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

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

he was in a predicament.

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

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

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

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

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

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

they were rewarded with booze.

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

why couldn’t he stay?

did he not like them?

quite the opposite really.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

tommy thought the infinity sign looked dumb.

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

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

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

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

#dsmp #mcyt #sbi #philza minecraft #technoblade #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #pirates #ocean #sea #orca #sbi x male!reader #male!reader

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ze-maki-nin · 2 years

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

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

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

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

A/n: Yes yes ofc <3

Event

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

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

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

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

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

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

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mysticalsoot · 1 year

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★masterlist★

if you would like to request something, check out the post linked below for guidelines! (the masterlist continues after the cut!)

introduction post here

key;

fluff // ☁️

angst // 💔

hurt comfort // ❤️‍🩹

authors favorite // 🪐

romantic // 🌹

platonic // 🌷

request // ✨

WIP // 🧵

[HEADCANNONS]

(mostly wilbur, but most of my stuff is him so)

dadbur hc's!

[ X READER ]

(some may be cross posted on AO3)

« cc!Wilbur » ↓

he said he'd cure all your ills (but he did and he always will) ❤️‍🩹🌹

he said he'd cure all your ills (but he didn't and he never maybe will) 💔

marry the idiot on the stage (request) ✨

This is it, this is what joy feels like, doesn't it? 💔☁️🪐🌹

too, more, and most 💔❤️‍🩹🪐

sick at space camp ☁️ 🪐🌹

« c!Wilbur » ↓

guitars and domestic bliss ☁️🌹

to be determined!

« Technoblade » ↓

to be determined!

[NON-READER FICS ]

(cross posted on AO3)

« cc!Wilbur » ↓

this is reality 🫧💔

« c!Wilbur » ↓

What's reality when everything is fabricated? 🧵

« Technoblade » ↓

to be determined!

« SBI » ↓

humanity doesn't require red (neither does family) 💔

#wilbur soot x reader #dsmp wilbur #wilbur #cc!wilbur #c!wilbur #dsmp #mcyt #cc!wilbur x reader #x reader #c!wibur #james marriott

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amyelevenn · 2 years

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Christmas

PAIRING; c!SBI x gn!reader

SUMMARY; you stumble upon the minecraft household a few days before Christmas rather hurt.

WARNINGS; graphic description of blood and injury, light angst

A/N; one of my faves i've written <33 hope you enjoy as always

1.9k words - M.LIST

Running was never a fun task. Whether it was in a race or from a deadly pursuer, it was never something you seemed to enjoy. The ache of your legs, the burning of your lungs, the pounding of your heart… I mean, who could blame you?

But to you, running was especially invigorating when it was away from mobs. It always terrified you that they were out for your blood, and didn’t help when you had the occasional arrow whiz past your ear, 9/10 times nicking the skin. At this point, you were surprised you still had ears.

You had been running for what felt like days, but in reality would’ve only been hours. You didn’t allow yourself to stop, knowing that if you did, well, you be dead in a multitude of seconds. Considering you seemed to have journeyed right into mob-central, you couldn’t see a future where you did stop and made it out alive.

It also didn’t help that your ankle was gradually bleeding out from a creeper blast you gained less than an hour into your journey. With that same explosion, your pretty sure that your hearing got screwed up in one of your ears, which really fucking sucks. You also had a black eye, but that hadn’t swollen up yet, so you paid it no mind.

Many – way too many – mobs were on your tail, and it didn’t help that you were running right into a snowy forest. The trees seemed to cop most of the snowfall, but the foliage didn’t collect all of the white powder that piled up to your shins.

You ducked as another arrow flew over your head, aimed straight for your skull. You shuddered at the thought of it piercing through your bones, but kept up your unsteady pace. Weaving in and out of the trees proved much harder in the snow, but you were determined to not die in the middle of nowhere.

Almost as if right on que, light flooded your vision. Not just any light, but that of a torch; a beautiful sign of life. Human life. And you knew that human life could equal help.

Or death.

You felt your adrenaline peak, using what strength you had left to get to the light. It didn’t take long to be surrounded by trees lit by the small fires, but you didn’t stop there. They seemed to be lighting a path, one you didn’t hesitate to follow. Within mere paces, the sounds of your chasers dispersing met your ears, clearly not appealed at your sudden escape.

As the groans of displeasure quietened around you, you noticed yourself slowing down. You willed yourself forward, hyperaware of the fact that if you stopped here, you would more than likely die of hypothermia.

The snow was much thinner on the man-made path, which made it so much easier to run through. You were more than grateful for whomever carved the way, hopping that they would be showered in their greatest desires. It sounded a bit extreme, but your emotions were working overtime, so who cared for an extra bit of gratitude?

You became aware of the torches thinning out ahead of you, but soon realised that was because the forest ended here. Not long after, you were in the middle of a clearing, the moon now being your only source of light. That is, apart from the glowing windows of the house in the distance.

You were more than ecstatic at the face of civilisation. Mustering what little energy you had left, you trudged through the snow and to the cottage. The outside had a few lanterns at the base of the stairs leading to the patio, but the main source of illumination were from what appeared to be the kitchen window. You couldn’t see anyone behind them, but as you steadily approached, you could make out faint voices echoing around the house.

Your ankle was starting to ache, the adrenaline wearing off, agony deciding to take its place.

You had made it halfway from where the forest line had broken and where the building was placed, when you sensed that you weren’t alone any longer. And by sensed, you meant the fact that an arrow was sent flying mere millimetres past your arm. You had gotten lucky for now, but you knew it wouldn’t last long. It never did in your case.

Just make it to the house, you thought.

But alas, you never would. That is, at least, not on your own.

Turning back for just a second, you got a glimpse of who was attempting to take your head; two skeletons and a creeper.

With the throbbing of your foot (and your eye beginning to swell shut), you were now much slower than before. There wasn’t much you could do, but turn and fight. Although, that wasn’t the smartest option either, considering you didn’t have a shield and the only weapon you had on hand was an iron sword. It would have to do.

Taking a few quick deep breaths in a feeble attempt to calm your pounding heartbeat, you turned to face the oncoming threats. The first arrow was easy enough to dodge, the second being the same. The third however, not so much. The tip managed to lodge itself in your thigh, and it went in deep. An involuntary yelp escaped your lips, loud enough to gain some attention.

With the arrow head still in your leg, you swung your sword at the closest skeleton, slightly proud of yourself as you watched it turn to dust at your feet. But your victory was short lived, the all too familiar hiss of a creeper way to close for comfort. Before you had time to register what was happening, you were being thrown away from your position, landing hard on your back.

Hard enough to knock the wind out of your lungs, leaving you spluttering and gasping. Hard enough to easily give you a concussion. Hard enough for something in your shoulder to crack, most likely a broken bone. Hard enough to somehow make you cough up blood, something you should be much more concerned about.

But you weren’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to be, the pain and agony being too fresh to be able to focus on anything else. A harsh wave of anguish washed over you from head to toe, sending unpleasant shivers over your whole body.

You couldn’t move, either. With the blood dripping from the arrow head in your thigh, your mangled ankle, swollen black eye, heaving chest, pounding headache, and what feels like a broken shoulder, you just couldn’t find it in yourself to get up and keep going.

At least this wouldn’t be the worst way to die. The snow falling from the sky blended in nicely with the stars, a wonderful blur of white. A quiet sigh escaped your lips, and you let yourself close your eyes.

What you didn’t hear was multiple pairs of feet shuffling to your side, carrying you into the warmth of the fire lit in the cabin you had come so close to making it too.

Calloused hands lay you down on a pillow next to the raging flame whilst another pair scanned you for any major injuries. To their surprise, they were greeted with many more than they had anticipated (and wanted). Six major injuries was what the counted, with heaps more smaller cuts and bruises. How you were still alive was a miracle to them.

The same calloused hands began to work away at the wounds, trying their best to keep the blood in and keep the pain out, which proved to be a very difficult task. In the end there were two people helping you out, the other two either to stubborn or plainly told to stay away.

After multiple strenuous hours of stitching, cleaning, mending and bandaging, they deemed you fit enough to be left by the comfort of the fire. Despite how shallow your breathing was, they were just happy that your chest was moving up and down at all. Whoever it was that had taken you in prayed that what they did was enough to keep you alive for now.

One stayed on the couch near you, the remaining three scurrying off to their rooms to retreat for the night.

Considering it was around midnight when you had been found, it wasn’t much of a surprise when day broke not long after the stranger sat with you had finally clasped an inkling of sleep. Although it was much to their dismay, they brushed it off to start the households usual daily routine, as if there wasn’t a broken soul curled in on themselves by the fire.

Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Meal after meal passed, yet you didn’t seem keen on waking any time soon. Your rescuers were worried for your health, despite the steady healing of your many war wounds. You seem to look a bit thinner than you originally had, but that could’ve been the mindless delusion.

Dusk of the third day, you stirred. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for the quartet to catch it in their peripheral vision. They had been in the middle of their feed, chatting about their day when your arm curled further around your body, almost as if you were trying to hug – comfort – yourself. They each sent each other a knowing look – that it was time to wake you up. Or at least try.

The same pair of scarred and calloused hands from earlier were the ones to shake your good shoulder gently, attempting to awaken you from your slumber. They rolled you over, so you were lying on your back.

A tired yawn emitted quietly from your lips, your eyes struggling to open. The first thing you felt was a weary euphoria, the type you would feel after waking up from a much needed midday nap. However short lived the warmth is, you bask in the intoxication as it slips through your fingers and moulds into agony.

Opening your eyes, you groan as your whole body floods with aches and pains. It takes a second to soak in your surroundings, and the four strangers awkwardly sitting by you. You don’t recognise one thing nearby and come rather quickly to the conclusion that this isn’t somewhere you had been before.

Maybe it was a dream, and you were really dead. Honestly, a win for everyone.

“Hey mate, how ya doin’?” the man in front of you pipes up, a kind smile wrinkling his older features. You notice that your hearing is completely gone in one ear and fuzzy in the other, but you can’t think of as to why that is. You don’t respond, unable to find your voice. “Oh-… er, do- do you speak English?” he asks, tilting his head inquisitively.

You make no move to reply, staring at him blankly. Everything stays still and quiet for a moment, when another, taller man moves his hands. He is gazing down at you from where he is standing by a couch, appearing to be… signing to you. He falters for a second, muttering to himself and correcting his movements. He stops, looking at you expectantly.

You had learnt basic sign language when you were younger, but you couldn’t remember where or who from. Lifting your hand instinctively to reply, you wince at the stabbing pain electrifying your shoulder.

“Tommy, grab the med kit,” you hear a new voice instruct, but focus more on the fatigue now bubbling in your stomach.

What a fun way to wake up.

#sbi fanfic #sleepy bois inc #technoblade #philza #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #sbi x reader #reader insert #oneshot #drabble #fluff #gender neutral #ameswrites #near death experience

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