#i guess i just feel like tubbos doing his BEST and he needs help too but no one is :(

[hiding-in-the-vault]

(Whoops it seems I've slipped on ice in the beginning of Monsoon Season?? I guess that means you will get a sneak peak of Puppet!Dream)

“Are we sure that we can trust this guy?”

“I’m not sure but they are the only ones I know who can help us with Dream… Tubbo, we both know that he’s too dangerous to have out there. Look what he did to L’manberg for fucks sake!”

“I know…. but I just have this feeling that this is not a good idea Toms…”

Tubbo felt his doubt climb as he watched a tall, robed figure appear from the portal. There was no distinguishable feature whatsoever but he didn’t like the feeling he was getting from the tall figure whatsoever.

“Greetings. Members of the Dream SMP, I am the Head Administrator and I have personally come to help you deal with this…matter of a corrupt Admin?” The Administrator looked at the group before them and waited patiently.

"Yes, we know where he is…we will take you to him." Sam spoke calmly, his Warden armor on and his trident in hand, he looked exactly like he should as the Warden of the Prison that looked in the distance.

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“What have you guys done…” Dream knew he couldn’t hide the tremor in his voice as he looked at the Head Administrator, his body stiff and visibly shaking as he tried to think of a way to escape from this situation.

The rest of the SMP stood behind the figure, looks of triumph and determination on their faces as they watched Dream. Dream who was the bane of their lives was now cowering before them, regardless if it was not them that scared him.

“No need to fight me youngling… It’s for your own good.” The tall figure raised a hand, palm up as he slowly beckoned Dream to come forward, Dream jerked a bit but held his ground. His face pinched into a frown as he tried his best to stay put.

“NO!” The sudden shout startled the members of the SMP, none were expecting him to yell but him resisting was what they had expected, the fighters lifting their weapon and preparing themselves for a fight. Dream knew that he wasn’t going to be able to escape without someone helping him or something happened to give him an opening.

“You don’t need to interfere, they didn’t know what they were doing when they called for you!” Dream pleaded as a last resort, hoping that maybe one of the server members would maybe help him or by some miracle the Head Administrator would leave. He watched the figure’s hood shift slightly and Dream knew that his pleading didn’t help.

“Nonsense Dream. These members of this Server did the right thing calling me.” The figure waved a hand towards the others behind them, Dream slightly flinching at the movement, the figure let his arm fall to his side and faced Dream once more. “Now then, let's stop all this nonsense and come youngling…”

Dream took a step back but froze when the Administrator lifted his hand and his palm faced him, the others didn’t know what he seen on the palm of the figure but before Dream could do anything he felt the power of the Head Admin enter his code, paying no heed to his protections and seized his essence completely. Dream couldn’t stop the pained grunt that left him as his body started to tremble.

“Don’t fight me…..Dream… Come to me now.” The Administrator poured more power onto the struggling Admin before him, Tommy frowned at the words, a shiver of fear and trepidation as he watched as Dream’s entire body suddenly relax and his eyes dimmed in color, then in a blink flare brightly in a different color entirely, Dream’s dark green eyes were gone. In their place were bright orange eyes, he didn’t look right to them at all.

The entire SMP felt horror go through them as they watched Dream stumble towards them, his body completely lacking any of the power they were used to seeing in the Nightmare of the DSMP. They could only stand by as Dream walked right up to the Head Administrator they had called, the one who said they would “assist them with their plight”, and watch as Dream all but fell into the figure. The figure simply wraps their arm around the Admin and turns towards them.

“Thank you Players of the Dream SMP for giving me a chance to rectify a mistake of the Elders.” The Head Administrator nodded their gratitude, Tommy felt his horror at the events that had just occurred increase when he sees Dream's face, his pupils were now alike to those of a snake, and his face was eerily blank. He nudged Tubbo and gestured to Dream, Tubbo and Ranboo who noticed Tommy getting Tubbo’s attention both slightly freaked out when they noticed Dream and his sudden physical changes.

“What is happening to Dream?” Tubbo asked suddenly, his eyes were slightly narrowed as he watched the figure tilt their hood towards him, he felt fear but Ranboo placed his hand on his arm in silent support. Some of the Players looked at Dream then, gasps and murmurs were heard as they looked at the pair. Feelings of doubt and fright were spreading quickly amongst them.

“Nothing, you need to worry about Child. Your problems are now resolved and I must now take my leave, with this Youngling of course, as I will rectify the Elders errors of letting this one go. This Youngling has so much potential that is going to waste and I shall see to it that he is reeducated and is working to his fullest potential.’ The Administrator pulled Dream closer and placed his hands on his shoulders, eerily looming over the young Admin, creating a horrifying image.

Sapnap felt his horror turn to anger, they had called for help, not for this weirdo to do whatever he did to Dream. They wanted to put Dream on trial to bring him to justice. He also didn’t like how Dream was acting, he reminded him of how the Eggpire members acted, how they all were not able to do things without being ordered to by the Egg. He felt his rage spike as he realized that Dream was acting like a puppet.

“We can’t let you take Dream away without him facing punishment for his crimes.” Sam countered as he stood tall, pushing his Warden persona to the forefront. The rest of the SMP were quiet but nonetheless determined to see that justice is served on their part, and not letting Dream leave with the Head Administrator was just something they couldn't allow.

Puffy looked at Dream, who was still pressed up against the Administrator's robed figure, his face buried in the material and seemingly not caring about what was happening around him. She didn’t like this, she did not want this stranger they invited, a powerful one at that, to take away her child. Ignoring how she had just disowned him recently, she still didn't want to see him gone.

"If you won't relinquish Dream into our custody then I'm afraid we must take drastic measures." Sam equipped his netherite armor, a few others followed his lead and donned theirs as well, sounds of swords and axes being drawn filled the air. Sam stood at the front with his trident in hand, beside him stood Puffy and Sapnap, both had swords in hand. Determination filled their gazes as they looked at the Head Administrator.

The Administrator sighed, he was hoping to avoid going this far, pushing the youngling in his arms away from him, he looked into his new, brilliant eyes and knew what they shall do then.

"Give me control." Dream felt the command deep within himself, the world stays in place for a moment before he lifts a hand and his Admin panel lights up the air in front of him, he taps on it a few times before the Head Administrator feels the restrictions that were trying to contain him disappear, he rolls his shoulders once before turning his head back to the server members.

"Stop." The word reverberates the air around them all as their bodies freeze in place, panic rising in them as they watch Dream suddenly collapse. His hands rising to grasp at his head as he shakes violently. "Leave them alone…it's me you want so leave them alone…"

His words were stilted and his breathing erratic. Dream looked up to the Administrator, hoping he could at least protect the others from whatever dangerous action the deity was about to bestow upon them. The rest of the server watched on as the hood of the being tilted slightly before nodding once, Dream slumped down in relief, before tensing up once more as the figure placed a hand on his head.

His eyes scrunched as he feels the violating power rush through him and he is once more pulled under the Administrator’s power once more. His eyes flaring orange and his body relaxing as he unconsciously leans into the deity’s touch.

“I can’t have you resisting me anymore now.” The Administrator runs his hand through Dream’s hair before looking at the others watching them. “It seems like his ‘attachment’ to this place is pretty strong…I will enjoy ripping that away from him.”

Horror runs through them all as the words fully sink in. Sapnap growls as he lunges forward, sword raised to strike at the Hooded figure, only for it to be stopped by a shield.

His eyes widened as he looked into the unfamiliar gaze of his best friend, who was staring at him indifferently, unsure of what he should do. It becomes clear that Dream does not feel the same as he plants a foot into his stomach, losing his grip on his sword that is still embedded in the shield, Sapnap falls back on his butt.

Dream steps back a bit as he raises his shield to block an attack from Sam who stabs at him with his trident and in his free hand, Dream summons his netherite ax and swings it at Sam to get him to back off. Turning with the weapon he lets the blade swing at Puffy who was trying to sneak up behind him, causing them both to back away out of the blade’s reach.

Seeing that both of them have backed off, Dream slowly backs away from them and into arms reach of the Administrator who hadn’t moved from his spot whatsoever. Sapnap grits his teeth as he stands up again, eyeing his sword that is still in Dream’s shield, wracking his brain for ways to separate the blade from the wood while avoiding being cleaved into by his best friend who is clearly not in full control of himself.

Judging by the tears he can see clearly running down his face, and the look of fear that fills his gaze as the weirdo behind him places a hand on his shoulder. Sapnap felt his flames simmering beneath his skin, for sure his veins are glowing as he watches the fear in Dream’s eyes vanish as the orange color flares once more and his face becomes blank.

“As fun as it is to watch your pitiful attempts of attacking me, I have other things to do unfortunately.” The Administrator then tightens his grip on Dream’s shoulder before they both disappear in an explosion of particles alike to those of an Ender Pearl being thrown.

(I know I shouldn't torture C!Dream but he's just so....idk moldable?? Angst just seems to attach itself to him 💀💀)

- ☁️

And this is so cool????? Hello??? I don't think I've considered much of there being a being above Dream, within this sort of admin setting. And I love a good introduction to new characters :0 I have so many questions. What's their relationship? Do all admins have the snake eye thing going on, underneath whatever form they normally take? or is that more symbolic of this guy specifically, and him taking control?

And NOTHING good ever happens when someone brings up the word 'reeducation'... And yet, I am here for it : )

Also I think you should keep torturing c!Dream, that's the greatest form of affection we can show our poor blorbo <3

#vault asks #☁️ anon #.. hah... looking at the 3 writings from you i have in front of me #and i can see you have a preferred form of angst xD #and i love that for you and am shaking your hand #Thank you for gracing my inbox with your writing :))! #definitely made me very happy to see!

[peninkwrites]

Wake Up. Ch 14 of ?

(CW: suicidal ideation, c!Dream being c!Dream, claustrophobia.)

Tommy makes some new friends. Wilbur wants to die so bad.

crossposted to ao3

Ch 1

Ch 13

Ch 15

~

Tubbo returns past dawn the following morning, Sapnap beside him.  Wilbur hadn’t tried to sleep.  One look at their faces and he knows there won’t be any happy reunions today.

“Techno?  And the other guy– Ranboo?” Wilbur asks.

“Nothing yet,” Sapnap says with something stubbornly still like optimism.  Yet.  Like they still have a chance.

“They went back to Techno’s.  Gonna try and get some supplies to get through the Nether easier,” Tubbo says.  “You look less awful.”

Wilbur smiles wryly, “thanks, I clean up pretty good, huh?”

“Tubbo and I are gonna need to rest, but I wanted to talk with everyone.  Get together the group, try to… to get search parties going,” Sapnap says.

Phil is at the back of the room, doing his best to bury his irritation, because when they all knew Dream had his son, there were no search parties or any discussion of such and Phil had assumed no one had wanted to waste resources on such a longshot, all their dedication instead to keeping Tommy safe.  But now it seems regardless of how desperate and unlikely, they’ll still search.  If it’s Tommy, they’ll do whatever it takes to save him.  Phil knows there’s nothing to be done about the past, that Tommy himself had been the most insistent that Wilbur could be saved, but it still leaves him restless.

Tubbo isn’t looking at any of them, he leans against Phil’s counter, continuing to stare at the ground.

“Okay, I don’t know if Sam is set on staying with Ponk or not, but I can ask him.  Tubbo, could you ask Eret?  They can get like, their knights together and stuff to help.  And if I ask Sam, maybe he can get the Badlands too.  And someone needs to stay here in case someone comes after Wilbur,” Sapnap looks to Phil.

Phil nods stiffly.  “I’ll keep him safe.”

“Once I’m better, I want to help,” Wilbur says.

Glances exchanged between Sapnap and Phil, both doubtful.

“When will that be, exactly?”

All eyes turn to Tubbo, him looking up at them through his bangs.

Tubbo continues.  “Wilbur, you are ill.  You realize that, surely.  When we first got Tommy back, it took weeks for him to get back any of his health, and even then.  I don’t think you can take on days traveling and wandering the wilderness.  You just can’t,” he shrugs, utterly unphased by his own bluntness.  “Tommy, even when he got better, he couldn’t do anything like what we need to do.  If you want to help us, what you need to do is tell us what you know.”

“I don’t–” Wilbur begins before faltering.  “I don’t know anything, I–”

Tubbo cuts in sharply, “you must know something.”

A pause, Wilbur at a loss, mouth hanging open as he stares up at him.

Sapnap breaks the tension.  “I’m going to get people here,” he quickly steps out.

“Tubbo, do you want to get some rest?  I’m sure Ranboo won’t mind if you go next door and sleep in his place,” Phil continues to try and defuse Tubbo.

Tubbo is still staring at Wilbur far too coldly, there are deep bags under his eyes and it’s clear he’s struggling to keep focused, but he doesn’t waver.  “I’d like to talk with everyone first.  Like Sapnap said.  And I’d like to talk with Wilbur too.”

Sapnap returns, “Sam is coming, he doesn’t know if the Badlands will join.  Eret is reaching out to HBomb and Puffy.  Punz is on his way too.”

“Good,” Tubbo nods curtly.

Wilbur doesn’t know why he feels like he’s on trial.

Sam shows up first, Ponk close behind.  From the way Sam won’t stop tightly holding their hand, it’s easy to guess Ponk is here just so Sam knows they’re safe.  They look okay, all things considered.  Although, there could always be post death wounds Wilbur just can’t see.

Punz is soon to follow, scanning the room, his gaze meets Wilbur’s and he looks away quickly.  Wilbur is unsurprised.  Everyone is uneasy around him now.

The arrival of Eret and Puffy leaves the group too crowded for Phil’s small house and instead they disperse over the platforms of New L’Manberg.

“We have two directions to search.  Through the Nether, and in the overworld where we found Wilbur,” Sapnap takes the lead, a little uncertain, but pushing on because Tubbo clearly isn’t up for making a speech.

“And, what is it we’re looking for?  Last time, his base was tucked up in a mountain, it wasn’t exactly easy to find,” Eret points out.

“Wilbur, is there anything you can tell us about where you were kept?” Sapnap, somewhat regretfully, turns to the undead ex president.

Wilbur looks panicked.  “It w-was– It was dark.  And– And when he moved me above ground, he knocked me out, s-so–”

“Wil, last night you said you were underground and underwater, yeah?” Phil interjects gently.

“Y-Yeah, and it was– It was salt water, but– that’s whole oceans, there’s– there’s nothing,” Wilbur stammers.

It isn’t exactly a helpful hint to give them all hope for the future or a goal to look toward.  Normally voices would tend toward clamoring, an overlapping stream of people doing their best to help, but instead there is only an uneasy silence.

“Thank you, Wilbur,” Tubbo is the only one entitled to break that silence, it would seem.  “It gives us something, right?”  Tubbo offers to the others.

The others look maybe a modicum calmer, but Wilbur still looks half distraught.

“O-Okay, yeah.  Yeah, I can– I can help,” Wilbur stands, his hands fidgeting at his sides almost violently, balling into a fist before unclenching and scratching at nothing.  “We do it like– Like we did before, yeah?  Tommy– He’s fucking clever when he wants to be, so when he gets a message to Ghostbur, then he can pass it along to you all!”  He looks at all of them, something wild in his eyes like this is an epiphany which means something.

Silence.

Eret speaks up, hesitant and careful.  “But wouldn’t we have to kill you, Wilbur?”

Wilbur stares back, faltering for maybe a moment.  “I mean, yeah, but– I mean… I mean…”

Wilbur cannot think of a fair enough justification for these people other than the fact that this is his plan anyway.  He turns to Tubbo.  If anyone here will make the hard choice, the sacrificial choice, from everything Tommy had told him about how Tubbo has changed, surely Tubbo will do this to save his best friend.

Tubbo looks thoughtful, calculating something behind his eyes.  “We’d only have one shot.  We’d have to guess and assume with utter certainty that Tommy has figured out his own location and found a way to pass it to Ghostbur.  It’s one shot and one message and Tommy has only been gone 16 hours.  It’s too soon.  And I doubt Tommy has been dead all that time.”

There’s a shared dread in that, unspoken, but there is the matter of Dream not needing to kill Tommy to hurt him.  And if he is not dead, what else could be happening?

Tubbo sighs, trying to steady himself.  “Sapnap, could you– I’m sorry, I know you’re tired too, but if you could get them organized?” Tubbo asks.

“Yeah, of course, man,” Sapnap nods quickly.

“Come on,” Tubbo gently tugs on Wilbur’s arm, guiding him not back toward Phil’s house, but outside of L’Manberg, toward the hillside with Ghostbur’s crane.

Tubbo stops at the top of the hill, turning back around to face New L’Manberg and the many figures clustered on her docks, trying to conjure hope from nothing.  Wilbur stops beside him, keeping a good meter between them.  He doesn’t know why he’s here.

“I’m sorry about all of this,” Tubbo almost sounds like a politician, apologizing for the inconveniences of a campaign.  No, not a politician, not even a spy, Wilbur notes.  He sounds like a leader.  “I know you’ve been through hell.  And I know you’re ready to run back into it and… honestly, I appreciate it.  Respect it, even.  You’ve done so much to try to help Tommy, but right now we don’t need you dead, we need you stable.  We need you doing everything you can to remember anything else about where Dream took you.”  Tubbo turns away from his country to face its tragedy of a founder.  “I won’t lie to you.  I won’t tell you there isn’t a situation where I would consider you dying and therefore being able to help Tommy in some way, but not yet.  And ideally, not ever.  It is a last resort, do you hear me?”  He gives Wilbur a look which leaves no room for argument.

“Yeah, y-yes, Tubbo.  I hear you,” Wilbur stammers, nodding sharply.

Tubbo smiles and maybe somewhere in there is a flicker of the young boy Wilbur had once led into battle.  Too young.  Not anymore.  “I’m not giving up on you, Wilbur Soot.  That’s something Tommy would never forgive me for, yeah?”

“Yeah, guess not,” Wilbur manages a weak smile in response.  He knows his eyes are watering.  He genuinely feels grateful, maybe even forgiven or cared for in some way, but the real comfort it offers is that Tubbo is not wholly above helping Wilbur with his backup plan.  That’s something for him to hold onto.  And maybe that was the intended effect.  Wilbur will wait for Tubbo to agree it’s time instead of rushing into death carelessly.  It’s easier to postpone a suicide than to cancel one completely.

~

Punz listens to Sapnap attentively, but he’s almost disappointed.  These people know nothing.  Searching the Nether is definitely useless, the nearest portal to the base is still a trip, and it’s unmarked, on the Nether roof where it will only be found by chance, and if someone were to get curious and go through it, the patch of land would be as unmarked as everything else.  Their plans to try to back track from where they found Wilbur are almost sad.  It’s not even that Dream took Wilbur a brief distance away, just to be safe, Dream had dragged his unconscious body across the Nether roof and then sailed an ocean away from that equally distant portal.  If Sapnap’s greatest hope is combing over a patch of unexplored wilderness, well.  Punz isn’t even sure why he’s still here to keep an eye on them.

The poor bastards have no idea the best path to Tommy is standing beside them.

“Punz?” Eret speaks up.

Punz snaps out of his thoughts, confused, abrasive.  “What?”

“You still with us?” Puffy asks.  Too many eyes on him now, but they’re all concerned, not suspicious.

“Y-Yeah, I’m just… it’s kind of weird to think about, huh?  Dream has figured out immortality, and he’s keeping it to himself, or not just himself– he decides to share it with Tommy for some reason,” Punz scoffs.  “Just, feels a little ridiculous, y’know?”

Sam looks disapproving.  “What do you mean immortality?”

Punz immediately senses he’s done something wrong.  “I mean, that’s what Dream is hoarding, right?  The revive book?  That’s why he took Tommy, right?  To test it out or something?”

Even now, they don’t look suspicious, maybe even something pitying, like they all know something he doesn’t.

“What?” Punz presses.

“You didn’t see him, man.  When we first got him back– Tommy was…” Sapnap winces.

“Yeah, whatever Tommy was, it… it wasn’t immortal,” Ponk remembers it well.  Checking over that kid, however healed he had been at that point, it was like going through a checklist for malnourishment and scar tissue.

“Well, yeah.  Obviously what we’re after is Tommy, but for Dream, Tommy was just a side effect.  His whole deal is hoarding immortality,” Punz almost phrases it like a question.

“What makes you say that?”

Punz’s hand impulsively goes for his sword as Tubbo’s cool tone speaks up behind him.  “Tubbo,” Punz doesn’t know what else to say besides an unsure greeting, he notes that Wilbur is not with him.

Tubbo isn’t looking at him, he’s staring at the ground, twisting something between his fingers, it looks like a scrap of ribbon.  “Dream’s excuses are irrelevant to us.  I understand what you are saying Punz, and I wish that simple, logical conclusion were accurate, but seeing as Dream could have fucked off with his revival book, tested it on someone who wasn’t so well guarded–” and well loved.  Tubbo does not voice that aloud.  “–I reckon that isn’t really his priority.”

Puffy speaks up, hesitant even as she knows what comes next.  “So, his priority is–”

“Tommy.  Obviously,” Tubbo says shortly.  “We’re not looking to appease him.  Not like last time with–” finally he wavers, a shaky breath.  “With exile.  He won’t let Tommy go.  And once we save him, he won’t stop trying to take him back.”  Tubbo stops his fidgeting, looking up at Punz with an expression far too calm considering the deep bags under his eyes, he pauses like he’s waiting for something, and in his hands, Punz can see the lodestone.  “So, we’re going to destroy that man, yes?”

Punz was sent here to evaluate what these people know, if they pose any threat, and Punz has found nothing that would threaten their mission or experiments, but there is still something.  These people do not evaluate Dream based on his experiments or lofty goals, only on what he is keeping from them, only from the damage he can cause.  Tubbo out of everyone, pushing on on his last life has cause to seek out immortality, and he seems far more dead set on eliminating it and the power it holds, if considering it at all.  Thus far Dream has only been referred to in the terms of the obsessive, never in that of negotiation, because according to them, the only thing Dream wants is the person they’re trying to save.  Tubbo is still staring at him, not quite expectant, but just seeing if he will reply, so Punz nods.

~

Tommy is bored.  Not the easy, lazy sort of boredom, rather, the sort where it’s only irritating because there is nothing to distract him from the fact that he is waiting for something terrible to happen.

He paces again.

The other thing he did in his old cell besides pace had been memorizing the cracks in the obsidian, tracing shapes in it.  Other times messing with the chipped side of the sink, flaking off rust or something.  Tommy hasn’t figured out the patterns here yet, like finding something to obsess over is the same as choosing a new book to read and he doesn’t feel up to looking.

So he paces.

The challenge almost makes it interesting, having to retrain himself from near endless hours of ten steps forward, turn, ten steps back to now eight steps forward, turn, eight steps back.  The dampness of the floor is irritating and Tommy wonders fleetingly if Dream has considered the dangers of trench foot.  He supposes, Dream will probably kill him before it has time to develop, but it is still an unsettling change to the sound his steps make on the ground.  He doesn’t like it.  Everything is colder here because of it.  They’re far underground, and there’s moisture in the air.  It makes him all shivery.  It’s easier to start to cough.

Really, Tommy was surprised that Dream didn’t let him drown himself, but maybe he shouldn’t have been, he could tell Tommy was asking because he thought that would be easier.  Dream rarely lets him take the easy way out.  Although, drowning being easy is an inane thought.  Especially in saltwater.  It burns.  His lungs in agony.  It isn’t quick either.  Tommy chose drowning not for its painlessness, but simply because he is good at it by now.  He’s learned to bury his deepest impulses, to inhale water faster, to ignore how sharp the pain gets in his chest, to convince himself that water is what he needs, not air.

Honestly, the knife could’ve been less painful.  If he had only been able to have the kind of practice he’s had with drowning with a knife, maybe he could’ve stabbed himself somewhere that would’ve bled out quick.

Tommy turns around sharply, halfway to the back of the cell when the stone bricks slide away.  It’s no longer a wall of lava, probably would evaporate the water, instead redstone mechanics move away two blocks from the wall.  Tommy hates that he can’t hear him coming until the door is already opening.  Tommy presses himself against the back wall, watching carefully as Dream enters.

“Hi, Tommy,” Dream sounds almost bored.  That’s bad.  Dream can’t be bored already.  “Sorry you were stuck in here all day.  Punz is still a little nervous about you wandering around,” Dream says with condescending pity for his partner in crime.

Tommy doesn’t say anything, just stays as far away as he can manage.

“What do you know about the lodestone?” Dream asks.

“The..?” Tommy is wary.  “What do you mean?”

“The lodestone, Tommy,” now Dream is irritable.  “The tiny lodestone you had constructed to fuck with me.”   There’s that anger.  It’s strange that Tommy actually finds it comforting, a reminder that he isn’t being paranoid, that that dangerous rage still lurks just underneath whatever facade Dream has chosen for himself.  “How was it made?”

Tommy swallows thickly, mouth very dry all of the sudden.  “J-Just like any old lodestone, I t-think.  I think.  It was just… just making it tiny and detailed enough that was the problem.”  Tommy manages to hold back his impulse for maybe a few seconds before he toes a dangerous line.  “Why?”

A weighted pause.  Dream isn’t close enough to hit him, but he’s too quiet.  Tommy feels sick.

“Did I say you could ask questions?” Dream says coolly.

“Sorry– I’m sorry,” Tommy’s response is automatic.  He’s pressed into the stonebrick wall, the cold water accumulated on it adds to his hair already standing on end.  Fleetingly, foolishly, Tommy wishes Wilbur were there.  He doesn’t know why.  Since the fucking revolution days, Tommy always stood ready to fight in front of Wilbur.  Maybe he just would’ve felt better, standing in front of someone else instead of cowering alone.

Dream pauses another moment.  He knows when he’s quiet it makes Tommy nervous.  That’s why he waits.  “Hm.  You’re sure there’s not more to it?”

“I don’t– I don’t know.  I swear, I j-just don’t know, I just saw them do it, I swear,” Tommy doesn’t know why he already sounds like he’s pleading.

“Who?”

“W-What?”

“Who is they?” Dream’s mere irritation feels like a rattlesnake’s tail.

“Um, it w-was– It was Philza, and Badboyhalo, and R-Ranboo, and this guy Foolish,” Tommy says it before he considers the consequences.  “Y-You’re not gonna go after them, are you?  You c-could just– you could just steal the lodestone!  Right?  Make your own that way?  That’s what you want, isn’t it?” Tommy laughs, voice high and panicked.

Dream chuckles.  “I actually forgot you were such an idiot.”

“I’m–” Tommy was actually about to protest.  He manages to stop himself at the last second, a hand flying to cover his mouth as he waits for Dream to punish him for even trying.

“No, go ahead, say it, Tommy,” Dream takes one step closer.  “You think I’m wrong?”

Tommy quickly shakes his head, not trusting himself to speak.

“Or– Or, wait, do you think I’m an idiot?” Dream is almost melodramatic in his offendedness, a hand going to his chest, as if hurt.  “Do you really think I’d be fucking stupid enough to bring the lodestone you tried to sneak in here back?  Is that really how little you think of me?  Go on, answer,” Dream orders him as Tommy continues to try to press himself into the back wall.

“N-No I’m the idiot– I’m the idiot, I know– I know I didn’t– I didn’t think about it, I’m sorry,” Tommy rambles with that same desperation before quickly shutting up.

Dream pauses again, just to see him panic.  Another laugh.  “Alright, Tommy.  You can stop looking like you’re gonna cry.  I’ve got my own research to do.  You can do what you want.”  And then Dream is gone, leaving the door open behind him.

Tommy stays put for a moment, still holding his breath, before he slides down the back wall and tries to calm himself.  Fucking hell– had Tommy always felt that tense, that much adrenaline with every fucking conversation?  Had Tommy really lived so perpetually exhausted before his rescue?  Maybe he’d develop back up a tolerance for it.

Tommy stares at the open doorway.  It still feels strange to him, that Dream had said he could wander the base and he’d meant it.

He knows where he wants to go.

Tommy gets to his feet carefully, stepping up to the tiny corridor.  It was a 1x2 tunnel and dimly lit and fucking suffocating.  This whole place felt fucking suffocating.  At least the last place had had that massive bloody hall, towering above him.  That had been its own sort of unnerving, but Tommy has never done well in small spaces.  Tommy moves quickly down the corridor, hoping he can remember the way.  Okay, the main tunnel.  To his right, the dim light of the dome, to his left, a dark passageway extending, the sea lanterns half visible past a slab the only indication of depth as the tunnel extends further back.  He would’ve thought his time in Limbo would’ve left him all but immune to the dark.  His cell still was lit by glowstone and was definitely the brightest thing in this place, so the dark is still disarming.  He follows down the corridor, to the sides he sees the occasional iron door and in a new opening he glimpses a library.  Tommy assumes that’s where Dream is and is quick to walk past it, making his way to the furthest back doorway he’s found so far.  Double iron doors he can open with a button, and past it, the scent of leaves and soil and the distant babble of chickens.

Yet again Tommy pauses just beyond the threshold, because this place, even with its harsh stone walls and low ceilings, it’s too nice.  There’s neat rows of crops lit and warmed by glowstone and there’s a fenced off pen with two chickens from what Tommy can see.  Tommy walks forward between the rows, pausing and kneeling down to investigate– there are carrots planted.  So far Tommy has seen carrots and potatoes.  Again, far too nice.  There’s only a small stretch of wheat, likely just for seeds to feed the chickens.

Tommy has been walking slowly, because he knows once he reaches that stupid pen he’s doomed.  Still, eventually Tommy crouches down from outside the fence, and one of the poor bastards stares at him with those stupid black eyes.

“Don’t even like chickens much…” Tommy mutters.  He reaches out gloomily through the fencing, the chicken coming closer, likely hoping for food, its beak nibbling harmlessly at Tommy’s fingers.  “Curious guy, aren’t you?”  Tommy sits.  He does not allow himself to go through the fence.  “What’s a good name for a curious little guy like you–” Tommy pulls his hand back quickly, mood immediately soured.  You cannot fucking name them.  You know you can’t.

Tommy does not want to deny himself the few small mercies he can find in this place, but he knows this honey is poisoned.  Dream put them here so one day Tommy will fuck up bad enough he gets to butcher them in front of him.  Tommy shouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

No matter how hard you try to stay unattached, it’ll still fucking hurt when he kills them, so just.  Maybe you let yourself lose on this one, eh?

Tommy opens the fence and slips inside before one of them can make a run for it.  Here instead of stone the floor is padded with moss.  Tommy supposes hay would rot quickly, but it’s strange.  It’s like sitting on a fuzzy, damp carpet.  The other chicken stops by as well.  Tommy reaches out, letting it nibble at his hand as well.

“I wanna pet you, but I don’t think we know each other that well yet, do we?” Tommy murmurs.  He speaks softly here, like somehow this is forbidden, even as he’s doing exactly as Dream designed.  He’s being weak.  “Aw, fuck it– You seem like a… like a Linda.  And you seem like a Norbert,” he nods to the other one.  “You two married, then?”  He asks conversationally.  “Nah, that’s boring, not the marriage bit, maybe you’re… not Norbert, Berta.  And you’re married.  Chickens can be gay,” Tommy nods wisely.  “Linda and Berta.  Couple of lesbian chickens.  That’s pretty poggers.”

Linda and Berta seem utterly indifferent to his support of their relationship, but that’s fine by him.

“You ladies want something to eat?” Tommy stands, reaching over to peak into a barrel just outside the fence, grabbing a handful of seed from it.  “Will you eat out of my hand?” He offers hopefully.  “Or are we not there yet?”  One steps closer carefully.  “Ah, brave Linda!  I appreciate your open mindedness.”   She pecks at his hand sharply.  “Ow!  Ow, careful,” Tommy quickly drops the seeds, Linda and Berta glad to dig them out of the moss.  “Oh, I see, the missus was nervous nibbling from my hand so you had to get me to drop it.  Right, fair enough.  Gotta support the wife, am I right?”  Tommy laughs, smile almost pained, “oh, I’m absolutely fucked, aren’t I?” He mutters through gritted teeth.  “I just have to be like this, don’t I?  I see a little creature and I’m just– oh look at the wittle chicken look at its wittle beak and its feathers and oh it’s so cute look at how cute it is when it’s biting me!”  Tommy scoffs.  “Don’t you two worry, I would already die for you gals,” Tommy laughs more harshly now.  “And sadly, in our current predicament, I probably will!”

Maybe Tommy should take some pride in this part of himself persevering.  He can’t help but find things to love, can he?  He just wishes that love would stop being a fucking noose around his neck.

#woohoo #my writing #wake up. #suicide cw #if this is a mess what can I say I need to stop posting AFTER I take my sleep meds lmao #as always feedback is cherished

[transphilza]

O c!Wilbur expert, I have a hypothetical:

If Wilbur had run away with Tommy after the election, as realistically speaking as possible, what do you think would have happened?

My apologies if this has been asked before.

- 🥀📚

i am the worst person when it comes to hypotheticals because i always end up talking about why canon needed to happen the way it did (and this is much the same; wilbur and tommy cared too much about l’manberg to run and not try to get l’manberg back) but i’ll do my best

first of all, without the purpose of helping pogtopia, idk if techno would have even joined the server, or how much of a role he would’ve played if he did. additionally, either tubbo would have ran away with them Or he just wouldn’t have been a spy…. either way i think it’s Less likely that tubbo would’ve died. with both of these factors i’m also not sure if there even would have Been a revolution — manberg likely would have just dissolved when schlatt died, with either tubbo or quackity succeeding him as president.

the thing with all that though is that wilbur doesn’t just sit idly… he’d create some kind of plan to make himself feel useful. but i think wilbur would probably fall apart regardless… the whole issue with that situation was wilbur feeling like everything was slipping out of his control, and relinquishing even more control over the situation by running away would probably eat away at him just as much as pogtopia did. and i honestly don’t think the outcome of whatever plan he came up with would be too different from what happened in canon..,

think about the line “we were fucked the minute we were thrown out”…… yeah. no matter how far he ran i don’t think anything else Could have been how that story ended for cwilbur

as for tommy, i think he’d always come back to l’manberg, probably after wilbur’s goals were reached and he was gone. and the new l’manberg story would have played out similarly to how it did in canon

that’s my best guess

#anons who randomly ask me to talk about lore i am giving you chocolate milk and patting you on the head. i love you. #sorry this took ages for me to answer i had to think about it #talking #🥀📚 #long post

[sevengraces]

The Heroes Journey (To Find A Home)

ch1, ch2, ch3, ch4, ch5, ch6, ch7, ch8, ch9, You, ch11, Title Card

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The rebels actually discuss things with Techno, it goes slightly better than expected.

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CW's- Awkward Conversations Swearing Arguing/bickering/fighting Panicking Mild threats of violence Chat Touch starvation Physical comfort Mildly dubious consent (he wants to be held he's just embarrassed abt it) Fake culture stuff Fake instinct stuff Offhand comment that might be fantasy racism That should be all, as usual, let me know. Hope you like it lol we are right at the end so it gets fluffy soon.

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Chapter 10: The Falling Action Just Feels Like Falling

    Tubbo nearly wilted under the weight of the combined glare from Wilbur and Niki, and the palpable bafflement from Tommy nearly had him swallowing his words. But he looked over at Technoblade as he felt his hair puff up around his horns. “Why did you uhm, well, how old are you?”

    Technoblades expression fell from wary curiosity to unreadable. “Why do you want to know Tubbo?” The boys’ ears held themselves tightly against his skull.

    “Well, uh-” the ram hybrid stuttered for a moment as he glanced at Wilbur for help, the man shrugged. “I want to know because it changes things.”

    Niki butted in quickly, “Just, Techno, do you uh, get why it could matter to us? Why it might be important to know?”

    “Well, it didn’t matter how old I was when you were sure I was an adult. And uh, I don’t exactly care about how old you all are.” He drawled out slowly, ignoring the Chat’s shouted disagreements.

    Tommy rolled his eyes, “Well nobody would’ve let you do half the shit you did if they knew you were a fucking baby.”

    Wilbur shot Tommy a glare, “What he means is that it does matter how old you are Tech.”

    Techno scowled and mumbled a number.

    “Could you, uh, say that again?” Niki asked quietly.

    “Fourteen years. I have fourteen years I guess.” the boy snapped reluctantly as he stared at his hooves.

    “Fuck!” Wilbur swore sharply before storming out of the room.

    Tommy gawked, “Four- fourteen years old? What the, damn it.” He scrubbed his face up and down.

    “What?” the hybrid bit out, “You’ve only got like eighteen years Underscore, and Innit over here has like seventeen. S’not a big deal.”

    Niki shook her head, “No it is a big deal Technoblade. I’m sorry but there is a big difference between a seventeen-year-old and a fourteen-year-old. Just, damnit!”

    Techno chuffed self-soothingly and pulled his legs tighter to his body.

    Tubbo looked over to the other hybrid. “Why’d you hide it? Last night you said that we wouldn’t want to be your friends once we knew, was that why?”

    The boy scowled, “I had a godsdamn concussion Tubbo. Oddly enough I don’t base all my decisions on whether or not people will like me.”

    Tommy laughed sarcastically, “Then why? What’s the reason, big man?”

    “Because of this! You’re all fucking flipping out! I still beat your ass with barely a step Innit, still fucking exploded him!” the boy gestured violently at Tubbo and ignored any emotions stirring from it, “I owned a fucking server once! I was still young when I did all these things. I don’t need a bunch of suddenly sympathetic adults to decide what’s best for me when they couldn’t care less a minute before.” Technoblade growled low in his throat. “I could still take every single one of you with less than a scratch so I don’t want to hear shit about how I’m too young.”

    Wilbur had walked back into the room at the start of Techno’s shouting. “Did Phil know?”

    Techno whirled around, caught off guard, and suddenly a lot less confident.

    “Did Philza know that you were fucking fourteen?” Wil demanded.

    The boy stammered, any argument fleeing his mind. He didn’t answer.

    The man took a few quick steps toward the boy, causing him to dart backward with wide eyes. “Did he know how young you were when he let you take over a fucking server with him? When he let you stand trial for fucking war crimes?”

    Technoblade stumbled backward and fell over at the man’s sudden anger. He frantically pulled his sword out of his inventory and scrambled back towards a wall. “B-back up. Back up!”

    Niki darted between the two and pushed Wilbur away. “Okay, okay! Everyone calm down, this isn’t gonna fucking help anything.”

    Wilbur tried to push around her but she grabbed his wrists, “This isn’t helping Soot, you’re scaring him! I know that you’re angry, I know you’re scared, but you’re the adult here.”

    He blinked and stared at her for a moment before sighing, “Fuck, fuck, yes, you’re right, of course, you’re right.” He sagged forwards a little and panted heavily.

    Tubbo and Tommy took a few meager steps toward the boy, “Tech you okay?” asked the elder.

    “S’alright big man, no one is mad at you. C’mon, you’ve gotta put the sword away.” Tommy added.

    Chat roared within the young piglins’ skull.

    Blood

    Blood

    EEEEEEEE

    Not Safe

    Run

    He is angry at you

    Fight!

    Blood for the blood god!

    Technoblade whimpered and dropped his sword to clutch at his aching head, muttering in piglin, “Shut up, shut up, shut up, fuck! S’fine, I’m fine, nothin’s wrong. Shut up Chat, not helping!”

    Niki quickly turned from Wilbur at the hybrid's sudden cries. She sat on the ground across from the panicking child. “S’alright, safe, safe.” She hushed him in piglin. “You’re fine runt, nobody’s gonna hurt you. C’mon Tech. It’s okay, you’re alright, safe.”

    Techno looked up blindly, whimpering out a pitiful, “Safe?” amidst his panic

    Nikachu nodded quickly, “Safe! All good, nothing’s the matter okay? Good, calm, safe, yeah?”

    The boy shot forwards, collapsing into Niki’s arms, “Safe? Sounder?”

    Her heart broke, “Yes, yes. All safe.”

    The child’s tears began to slow, replaced by a hesitant purr. He burrowed into her arms even further, relying on her mumblings to quiet the voices’ rage.

    She hummed in response, holding him tightly to her chest. Niki looked over at Wilbur and the others.

    Wilbur was staring in shock at the normally reserved piglins’ burst of affection. Tubbo barely bit back the urge to coo at the young child, instead grabbing Tommy and tugging him under his arm. Tommy simply stared in confusion, gaping at the recently sobbing hybrid.

    Technoblade eventually calmed down enough, and the voices began to hush themselves apologetically. As soon as he recognized what was happening the purring cut off harshly.

    At his sudden tensing Niki loosened her hold on him but didn’t push the boy out of her lap. She leaned him back slightly to look him in the eyes. “Better?” she mumbled in piglin.

    His ears raised from their previous drooping position to flick embarrassedly. He ignored his flush and glanced down into his lap. “Mmhmm.” he quickly scrambled backward out of her lap and crashed onto the floor, face as red as ever and his tail lashing and curling around his leg.

    Nikachu smiled in sympathetic understanding before rubbing a hand over his hair and behind one of his ears absentmindedly, “D’ya think you can talk with everyone now?”

    He choked down his purr but didn’t manage to stop himself from leaning into her hand desperately. “Yup, b-but I can-” his voice broke, interrupted by a low purr, “I can’t f-focus, not while you uh, uh, y’know?” he colored even further under the admittance even if it was in piglin. He forced his head more securely under her grip and attempted to burrow into it, refusing to acknowledge his pink ears.

    She smiled wickedly and scratched along behind his ears, “Are you sure?”

    His purr kicked up again and he smacked a hand over his mouth not managing to muffle it much, still leaning into her touch. Techno glared at the woman until she removed her hands. He still whined at the loss but she politely didn’t mention it.

    While Technoblade breathed heavily and tried to melt into the floor, the others made eye contact before Tommy, with admirable self-control, asked quite politely; “You good? Or you still, uhm, goopy?”

    The boy closed his eyes against the bright heat he felt rise up his neck once more. “Mmhm. Yup, uh, uhm, yeah.”

    Tubbo did not manage to hold back his coo at that.

    His ears tried to droop once more but Techno shook his head and ignored his instincts.

    Niki muffled her laughter, “Can uh, can you explain some things?”

    He tensed, ears suddenly pressing flat against his skull and tail wrapping around his leg anxiously. “Yeah, uh, I guess what do you want to know?” he didn’t look up from the floor.

    “Why didn’t you tell anyone?” Tommy asked first.

    Technoblade pinched the bridge of his nose and began hesitantly. “People usually want me for something, and they usually want me much less when they find out I’m a kid. It never stops jerks from trying to take advantage but it always stops uh, kinder people from actually helping me.”

    Tubbo tilted his head, “How would it stop people from helping you?”

    The boy laughed bitterly and glanced up at the ram, “Living is expensive and people didn’t exactly want to hire a ten-year-old Underscore, they felt much better leaving me to starve or trying to send me somewhere.”

    He winced but nodded.

    Wilbur glanced around at the room with much calmer eyes than he had a few minutes ago. Techno was leaning against the wall with Niki a foot in front of him, Tommy and Tubbo were on top of each other a few feet to the left of the piglin. Wilbur himself was sitting a foot or two behind Niki, facing the others. “Did uh, did Phil know?”

    Technoblade sighed and rested his head against the wall, “Short answer? No.”

    Tommy rolled his eyes, “And the long answer?”

    He shifted uncomfortably, “I uh, I met Philza right after I’d started my eleventh year. I was already wearing the skull then, and uhm, I didn’t have any reason to tell him to begin with. I was fighting in Hypixel and actually making a name for myself finally. I was just doing well. Nobody knew and if they found out then there was a solid chance that I’d have been kicked from the fighting games, which was one of the only things I was good at.” he chuffed and twirled his tail around his wrist, “I had a little island and everything but I didn’t want to risk losing income, so it was more risk than reward, so when I met him I didn’t even consider telling him at first. I had beaten him in a match so he invited me out to eat and hang out afterward, I wasn’t gonna turn down free food after all.”

    He laughed a little, “I guess he thought I was funny or something, so every time we had a match together or in the same area we’d go out to eat. I think he figured I was lonely y’know?” the piglin sighed again, “Anyways we were friends for a while and after I figured that he wouldn’t turn me in or something it was too late to be like, ‘Hey, by the way, I’m barely a runt, anyways.’ so I just didn’t. Then he asked me to join a new server with him and the rest is history. So no, as far as I’ve been made aware Phil doesn’t know. So long as I have a say in it, he won’t either.”

    Wilbur bit back his sigh of relief and rubbed his face. “Fuck kid.”

    Techno glared but didn’t say anything.

    Tubbo laughed a little, “So Phil doesn’t know because it would’ve been too awkward?”

    The kid glared harder, ignoring his fresh blush and significantly more active ears, “You tell me how to start that conversation hmm? What’s a cool casual way to do that?” he snapped belligerently.

    Tubbo raised his palms in acquiescence. “Fair enough, fair enough.”

    The boy rolled his eyes but left it be.

    “When did you uh,” Niki hesitated for a delicate way to ask, “when did you uh, leave the Nether?” she eventually settled on.

    The hybrid raised an eyebrow but answered, “I dunno, must have had five or six years by then. Why?”

    She opened and closed her mouth before looking at Tommy and Tubbo helplessly.

    The former cackled, “Oh gods, she wants- that’s funny Niki!”

    Niki blushed and glared, “It so isn’t! I don’t know how to ask! You just say whatever you want, it should be easy for you!”

    “Heh? What’re you two going on about? Just ask?” the boy interrupted.

    Tommy let loose a wicked grin, “Niki wants to ask why you’re by yourself, especially considering how young you are Tech.”

    Tubbo snorted, “Yeah no, you’re right Niki, that is a rude question!”

    Technoblade tilted his head, “I mean, no more rude than all the other invasive questions you’ve been asking. If you wanted my tragic back story you shoulda just said so though.” he chuffed to himself.

    Wilbur shook his head, “Okay then, why are you by yourself Techno?”

    “Let’s see, this is a long one then.” the piglin closed his eyes to think. “I was with my sounder for my first few years, I had like three by the time that I was alone. I don’t really know why I ended up alone. I was so little I don’t really ‘member, but it was probably something to do with me being a hybrid or my sounder dying or something like that.”

    Niki cocked her head and interrupted, “But why would you have to leave your family so young for that? If they died wouldn’t you remember?”

    He shrugged his shoulders, “I dunno, you tell me what you remember from the age of three. There aren’t a lot of things that can kill a whole sounder so I imagine I was prolly kicked out-”

    “Why would they kick you out at three? Isn’t family s’possed to be a big deal?” Tommy cut in.

    “Lot’s of piglin are weird about hybrids since they’re closer to players and they really don’t like players. Some sounders think they’re bad luck. I mostly just look like a piglin but something probably displayed my hybrid traits when I was younger so they made me leave. I don’t know what to tell you guys, I was like three at the time.” Techno finished casually.

    Tubbo nodded, “Yeah, lots of times both players and mobs are weird about hybrids so that makes as much sense as anything else. But I thought you said you were six when you left the Nether?”

    “Wow you guys interrupt a lot; yeah I left the Nether with six years but I left my sounder with three or so years.”

    “What did you do between then? Why’d ya fucking leave anyways?” Tommy asked.

    Technoblade rolled his eyes while his ears flicked anxiously, “Well I sorta just lived in the Nether for the three years between, wandered around and uhm, just didn’t die, hung out in bastions sometimes, it was… fine.”

    Wilbur furrowed his brow, “How did you survive the Nether alone for three years starting at the age of three?”

    He glanced to the side and hushed Chat internally as they called out in delight at the reference to them, “I mean I had help, I hung out with other sounders and bastions. I just didn’t join any. There were some other things that helped but that isn’t any of your business.” he snapped suddenly.

    Wilbur cocked his head to the side but continued unperturbed. “M’kay whatever. Why’d you leave the Nether then? Especially at six.”

    He chuffed nervously, “I uhm, I just kinda felt like it?”

    Niki watched as the boy wound himself even tighter and began to fidget with his tail. “If you don’t want to talk about it, that's fine Tech.”

    “I, it isn’t, well- I don’t want to talk about any of this! It isn’t anything special or anything.” he snarled suddenly, his ears tensed out and tail gripping his ankle in agitation.

    “Kinda seems like a big thing. Your ears are all pointy and your tail is knotted around your hooves, you seem kinda anxious dude.” Tommy observed.

    The boy flushed, “I don’t have to talk about any of this okay Innit! Why am I even talking to you guys?” he moved to get up and leave.

    “Wait!” Wilbur called out, “C’mon Tech, s’alright! You don’t need to be mad or embarrassed or anything, we’re just asking s’all.”

    Techno chuffed in agitation and tried to move around them, “Whatever, it’s none of your business! I’m not embarrassed or anything either!”

    As he passed Niki she held his hand for a cautious moment, she then spoke in piglin, “Techno, c’mon we’re just worried is all. If you don’t want to talk about something you just have to tell us, we won’t make fun or tease, okay?”

    He tried to fight his instincts but his ears lowered and he ducked his chin, only barely managing to bite down the purr at the contact. “Tommy will,” he muttered back in kind.

    She hummed sympathetically, “We won’t let him okay runt? Wilbur will yell at him sweetheart, you don’t need to worry.” she pulled him down until he was leaning against her on the floor. “Do you need a hug sweetheart, s’okay if you do, today’s been hard.”

    The piglin leaned full body against her despite his best efforts, “No, don’t need anything. You’re cheating.”

    She hummed some more, “No I’m not, you just have the uh,” she paused as she searched for the word in piglin. She interrupted herself with overworld, “Tech what’s the word for touch starved in piglin?”

    Tubbo stared at the two for a moment, confused at the sudden change in topic between the language shifts.

    The boy hid his face in her chest, “Niki, stop it.”

    She pulled him into her lap to let him hide some more. “I’m not trying to embarrass you, runt, I just can’t remember the word.”

    Tommy sat up from where he had been leaning on Tubbo, “Is Technoblade fucking touch starved? Is that why you were talking in piglin again? Is that why he’s all melted in your lap again?”

    Wilbur tried to hush the blond but it was too late.

    The piglin hybrid turned even redder as his ears started to twitch again despite their inherent droop from being held. “Shut the fuck up Innit. None of your business you little raccoon.”

    Tubbo laughed but Wilbur frowned at the boy, “I get that you’re embarrassed mate but you don’t need to be mean to Tommy.”

    Techno whined and hid his face some more, “Niki! They’re making fun again and you said they wouldn’t!”

    She laughed slightly, “Well for one, Wilbur isn’t. He’s just getting after you for being mean. And Tommy isn’t trying to, he just doesn’t know how to ask something nicely.”

    Tubbo laughed again, “Do you two know you’ve been speaking in overworld for like the past few minutes?”

    “Yeah! I’m not being an asshole here! I was just gonna ask if you wanted a hug but then you called me a fucking raccoon so never mind.” Tommy added.

    Technoblade couldn’t help the purr despite his overwhelming embarrassment. He burrowed into Nikachu’s chest and didn’t respond.

    Tubbo cooed again, “Aww, c’mon Toms, you’re embarrassing him again!”

    Wilbur cocked his head, “Isn’t the purring a happy noise though?”

    “Shut up, shut up, s’not anything! Stop thinking about it or I’ll stab you!” the boy shouted from his hiding place in Niki’s lap.

    Niki laughed good-naturedly, “C’mon, you have to explain now, or do you want me to do it?”

    The boy muttered slowly, “If I’m gonna have to explain you can’t be all touchy while I do it, m’kay?”

    Niki nodded indulgently and let the boy crawl out of her lap and back to his previous spot. Techno very intentionally didn’t look at anyone as he sat.

    “So what are you explaining Tech?” Tubbo asked once he’d settled.

    He blushed but powered through. “W-well, uh, usually when a piglin or hybrid of one purrs it’s a happy thing right?”

    Tommy could not help himself from interrupting, “Which is why you do it whenever Niki hugs you? Cause you like it?”

    The boy glared through his twitching ears and flushing face, “Yes. When piglins purr it’s because they like something, chuffing can mean different things based on context, and my ears and stuff move because they like to display my emotions,” he muttered much quieter, “and I can’t control them very well.”

    “Why’s that embarrassing though?” Wilbur asked.

    Niki shook her head, “It isn’t, not really. What Tech isn’t explaining specifically is that his ears droop when he is being soothed, it's an instinct thing that he can’t really help. So is the purring and his ears and his tail. He is embarrassed because when he panicked earlier and I helped him calm down he did it for the first time in a while, he just doesn’t like how involuntary it is for him.” she sighed, “He’s touch starved because he’s been taking care of himself for so long. So any sort of contact sorta melts him.”

    Tubbo smiled, “It’s fine Techno, it’s cute!” the boy moved forward and leaned against the piglin, “It’s sweet, y’know, having a way to just show you appreciate something!”

    Technoblade tried to tense at the contact, he tried very hard. Instead, he simply turned bright red and leaned into the ram hybrid, somehow ending up curled in his lap. His ears stopped twitching and his tail wrapped around the older boy’s arm.

    Tubbo grinned at the younger boy before glancing up at Niki and Wilbur. “Lookit! He’s so cute!”

    “M’not! You’re cheating Underscore. I can’t help it.” he grumbled and tried to hide his face.

    Tommy laughed, “No, you are definitely cute Tech! I mean look at ya!” The boy leaned forward and ran a hand over the youngers’ ears like Niki had earlier.

    Technoblade couldn’t stop his ears from drooping immediately and he started purring loudly. “Kn-knock it off Innit!” the boy flushed brightly despite his obvious leaning into the their hands.

    Tommy shook his head and continued to scratch behind the other's ears, “Doesn’t seem like you want me to stop, big man. Kinda seems like you don’t.”

    Niki cooed before glancing at Wilbur, who seemed in a similar predicament to herself.

    “C’mon Techie, it’s okay if you like it, it’s nice!” Tubbo beamed as he tugged the boy tighter into his arms so that he could feel the rumbling in his own chest.

    Technoblade curled up tighter as his ears tilted downward to allow plenty of space for petting, he pushed his head insistently into the blonds’ hand and purred into the other's chest. Whenever Tubbo spoke it felt like he was purring back and the only thing that Techno could think was a repeat of “Sounder, safe, held, home.” over and over again.

    Tommy leaned into the two boys and scritched along behind Techno’s ears and his scalp. “If you want us to stop, all you have to do is move away,” he teased. “Otherwise how are we s’possed to know, huh big man?”

    Wilbur walked towards the boys and pulled Techno out of their reach, “If you two are gonna tease you can’t do it. He can’t help it, it’s an instinct thing. He’s already embarrassed about it so don’t be mean.”

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    Technoblade wasn’t super certain what was happening at this exact moment. He had been very warm and held, it was very nice. He felt the vague foggy feeling of shame but it was so far away so he ignored it delightedly in favor of focusing on the soft touch. Then someone had tugged along on his hair and ears just right and so he couldn’t help melting, very much despite Chat’s teasing. Then someone had pulled him away, so all he did was whine high and long.

#dsmp #c!technoblade #c!wilbur #c!tommyinnit #c!tubbo #c!niki #technoblades chat #technoblade centric #kid!technoblade au #kidnoblade #fanfic #fanfiction #grace is writing

[lexiwritesstuff]

DO NOT REPOST MY WORKS ANYWHERE, reblogs are ok, report stolen work and notify me if someone has stolen/reposted my works please. anything on this acc has been written by me from 2020-2023, i do not own any characters other than my own oc's.

"Exile."

Story start ☆彡

"C'mon Dream! You can't do this to me, I've done everything you asked! I empty out my pockets every day just so that I don’t die!" Tommy crawls back as Dream stalks towards him, large clunky boots making dents in the sand of the beach, sending small amounts of sand flying up and onto the aforementioned boots and some onto Tommy's clothes.

"Oh Tommy, you ought to know I was going to snap eventually right? You should’ve known that one day it was going to get a little bit too much.” Dream hissed out through clenched teeth.

All of the stunts Tommy had pulled, from trying to hide his special belongings from Dream in a hidden chest, trying to get Dream’s own sister to help him, building his annoying cobblestone “towers”, and just being uncooperative, the thing Dream hated most. He could live with The young blond trying to turn his own sister on him, he could handle the stupid towers, he could deal with the hiding of his valuables. But eventually, he snapped. The already unstable man was going to crumble under the stress at some point.

“You should’ve seen this coming Tommy…” As Dream takes his sword out of its carrier, Tommy feels his heart rate heighten. Tommy needs to make a plan, and fast.

‘I’m not dying today, not to him.’ The young boy’s thinking thousands of thoughts, but this is the most prominent. ‘I will not die to him’ Repeats in Tommy’s head over and over again. He’s determined not to die by the cruel hands of dream, or sword rather.

In this moment Tommy wished he had his older brother Wilbur’s quick thinking skills, or Techno’s strength and strategy skills. He needed to think of a plan and execute it, otherwise he wouldn’t live to tell his story. He wishes he had his best friend to help him, but Tubbo isn’t here, so he’ll have to do this on his own.

“If you want to make it out of this alive, I suggest you start running.” Dream was making quick advances towards Tommy, Making him even more nervous. The younger of the two’s heart thumping against his ribcage, it felt like it was going to burst right through his ribs and onto the ground in front of him.

‘Oh I’ll show you running, Dream.’ Tommy thought to himself. Still anxious, but now determined. He was more determined than he had ever been in his 17 years of life, he was going to do this.

Then, he started running, not worried about where he was going to end up. Running away from the beach, running through grass and trees, nearly hitting a few. He ended up finding an old and abandoned cave, perfect. Tommy started walking into said cave. He could’ve sworn he lost Dream, until he heard footsteps. He quickly dug a small hole with his pickaxe and used what smooth stone he had to patch up the hole. Heart racing, breathing fast, his hands shaking. He’s safe.

Dream eventually leaves the cave having given up. Tommy sees this as his escape. He finds the materials to make an invisibility potion with the brewing station he had in his backpack. He made an 8 minute invisibility potion, he wasn’t too far from home.

“Ok, that’s done, time to go.” Tommy whispered to himself, then packed his bag quickly, running out of the small cave he’s been living in for the past 2 days. He was afraid of Dream catching him and of his stuff being missing from his chests when he got back. He couldn’t even guess what Dream would do, nor does he want to.

Tommy got back to his “house” - more like a tent, but it was home to him - and hurriedly put his valuables in the only place Dream couldn’t get them, his beloved ender chest. He quickly grabbed anything he needed, including the polaroid he had of him, Tubbo, and Ranboo. He smiled to himself.

A thud was heard, then it all went black…

#dsmp fanfic #dsmp #dreamwastaken #tommyinnit

[spectral-honey]

/rp

Guys it just really kills me how badly tubbo needs support and how little he gets it.

He didn't ever ask to be the president, and when he gave his acceptance speech he asked tommy to be his VP, to support him, to stand by his side because it was them against the world.

He needed the support of his best friend, he needed the support quackity and Fundy as his cabinet. He was always asking for their opinions and what they thought should happen and he kept saying he was trusting them to have his back, to help him make decisions too hard for him on his own.

And then when they were negotiating with dream everyone just kept comparing him to schlatt. The dictator. The guy who made Tubbo decorate his own execution. The guy who forced him to turn on his friends.

When he made a decision (that was, arguably I suppose, the only option that wouldn't put them in an equally bad if not worse situation) no one supported him in it, quackity and Fundy both actively told him he was wrong and were pissed at him for it.

Quackity is caught up in his own things with el rapids. After today's stream Fundy seems to be leaving for a 'long long time' as well. Besides Ranboo, who is doing his damnedest to be literally everyone's emotional support boi and therefore can't always be around, tubbo doesn't really have anyone backing him up.

In the end, it really is almost like Dream's been the most present support for Tubbo. And he's actively manipulating him for his own gain.

Tubbo's situation is as bad as Tommy's is, and no one seems to see it.

#dream smp #tubbo #im not trying to character bash at all or anything like that! #its just so sad to see tubbo constantly reaching out in little ways and yet never really getting a response :( #its like. he and tommy have so many parallels with their situation right now and i think its very obvious that tommys not doing well but i #--think its not acknowledged nearly enough how this is affecting tubbo terribly as well #i guess its sort of that people are like 'canonically tubbos the evil one for kicking out tommy!!' and i mean. creative freedom always its. #i just very much think its not canon at all and you are wrong? in the nicest way possible #tubbo has agency of course but hes in a pretty impossible situation too!! hes trying so hard please be sympathetic to the boy :( #ive been thinking about this for a while but the fact that fundy is going off with nikki and possibly ranboo as well (?) thats like. #literally almost everyone whose been allied with tubbo??? #im so distressed about the boy #also like!! with the decision to exile tommy #they had a trade yknow? tommy exiled & dream having this invisible control over everyone being solidified #in exchange for the (at least for now) safety freedom and a solidification of tubbo as the leader of an independent nation #which like. it was NOT a good option but it was sort of the /only/ option besides being trapped inside lmanburg or everyone inside lmanbur- #-g getting killed. #which. i mean isnt this exactly what you would expect with this sort of political power struggle?? #a choice that isnt really a choice that also causes about as much harm as it does help? #i guess i just feel like tubbos doing his BEST and he needs help too but no one is :(

[swsf]

beheld! the first part of my dream smp weapons catalogue!

I have a lot more but I haven’t been working on them so I figured I’d post these ones since some of them have been done since the last week of December.

also this series was inspired by @/cuppakyle, they have a series on mcyt weapons and I wanted to do something similar but for the dream smp because I big time like weapons design, so id suggest you check their stuff out too!

oh and if anyone wants to use any of these designs I’m totally chill with that :))

n e way descriptions below—

worth noting from this point that while MOST of the weapons are based in canon a lot of them come with headcanon stuff too- like some weapons I made up for the sake of the why not and also the materials of the ones based in canon often differ from what they are in the smp because a bunch of netherite would be boring.

also bows/crossbows are supposed to be present for some people on the list but I haven’t drawn them yet so clown kn me I guess—

sapnap- iron sword named “sapnaps schlong” (why did he name it that). it’s chipped from time and Sapnap just being battle hungry. out of my own little headcanon story- it’s probably (one of if not) the oldest sword(s) since the beginning of the smp. it also has scorch marks because sapnap the pyromaniac. was made by sapnap. enchanted with fire aspect.

dream- netherite axe named “nightmare” and diamond sword also named “nightmare”. Dream named many many things nightmare. nightmare sword is based of a claymore because haha funny. both made by Dream.

gogy- fancy diamond sword because I said so, also made by George and enchanted with fire aspect. the fire aspect was done by help of sapnap. the knife was made by Dream and gifted to george, but it’s more in quackitys possession of anything (he “borrows” it and george often lets him keep it for a short time because he doesn’t use it himself all too often.)

quackity- iron axe made by gogy and gifted to quackity because quackity kept steal his knife and george went “well if you need a weapon I’ll just make you one.” quackity took and kept it but also kept borrowing the knife anyway. also the axe was made before the whole butcher army fight technoblade with diamond axe thing, so the axe should *probably* have been diamond but I didn’t feel like changing it for whatever reason ahahah,,,,,,

karl jacobs- netherite sword, made by Karl with assist from sapnap. the sword isn’t used much.

fundy- one funky netherite dagger that I refer to as “the funky fundy knife”. the dagger is absolutely something I made up just because I thought it’d be silly (well mostly because I wanted to draw a sacrificial looking knife and figured fundy would be the best candidate for ownership.) diamond axe “axe body spray” both made by fundy.

schlatt- netherite sword named “shclatt.” enchanted with fire aspect and made by schlatt(probably,,,,,?) in fundys possession after schlatts death. stone sword made by schlatt but was out of use until after his death and is used by Glatt, also enchanted with fire aspect. schlatt knows fire enchantments well- but his base knowledge of it probably came from Phil some time long long ago.

wilbur soot/ghostbur- technically the same just in different times. the first iteration of it is pre-death (alivebur) it’s made of diamond and has been around since the beginning of l’manberg, it’s enchanted with fire aspect and was the sword used to kill wilbur. also the fire aspect was taught by Phil- it’s a bit shoddy due to the knowledge coming from memory but otherwise it’s alright. ghostbur iteration- more worn and torn as it gradually dropped in quality after wilbur died, the cloth thats tied to the pommel is all ripped and shit. there’s also probably dried blood still engrained in the handle- there’s definitely some stained in the fabric of the grip,,,,

tubbo- two swords. the iron one was made by tommy and used to belong to him up until his and wilburs exhile. in the rush to leave he’d left it in his old base and after a while tubbo found it. tubbo began carrying it around with him so whenever he saw tommy next he could give it to him, but when that time came around finally tommy had already gotten a replacement sword and let tubbo keep it. the diamond sword was made by tubbo (he and tommy had made the swords at around the same time actually, probably with Wilbur) and tubbo never lost it so he’s never needed a replacement.

technoblade- netherite sword named the “orphan obliterater” made by techno. the “axe of peace” was made by techno and was solely in his care until it was entrusted to tommy. tommys kept it since despite technos wishes to get it back.

tommy- diamond sword named “the big man sword” made by technoblade and given to tommy after tommys exhile in Logstedshire. netherite knife- made by tommy. only tommy is stupid enough to make a knife out of netherite.

philza- diamond sword with a name i refuse to write out again. why couldn’t it have just been named killza? anyway it’s diamond because the insta-kill sword phil spawns in for snapshot shenanigans is often just a diamond one. made by Phil and enchanted with fire aspect.

nihachu- diamond sword made by niki and enchanted with fire aspect, niki got the fire aspect from wilbur. she noticed the engravings on his sword and while he had limited knowledge he taught her how to do it too.

eret- netherite sword named “Ted’s wrath” made by eret.

skeppy- fairly old diamond sword with a big chip in its side. the chip didn’t break the sword enough for skeppy to deem he needed a new one and since it’s been there for so long it’s a bit of a hallmark.

bbh- netherite sword named “LANGUAGE.” the break in it is intentional and meant to mimic the break in skeppys sword.

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extra notes— all og members (except fundy) of l’manberg have bits of cloth tied to their swords that are the colors of the l’manberg flag. ex- wilbur, tubbo, and tommys original sword. tubbo and tommys are a bit modified though, as they also have cloth ties to incorporate each other’s colors.

Niki isnt an og of l’manberg but she has the ties too

l’manberg ties had two pieces- one solid read one and a grey one with bits of blue, white and yellow on it.

after erets betrayal he kept the red tie on his sword.

even after tommy enters the Logstedshire exhile and begins working with techno, tommy still adds green cloth ties on his weapons.

bad and skeppy have colored ties of the others respective color on their swords.

dream has two blue ties on the upper handle of his axe.

I have a design headcanon that the darker netherite is the stronger it is- fundys joke dagger is made of the strongest netherite to date. that’s very funny.

and also that netherite can sometimes have bits of gold in it- idk why I did that other than purple-gold mix go brrrr and netherite and gold are in the nether.

fuck wait I didn’t talk about enchantments— uhhhhhhhhh fire aspect is the only one I really have mean anything! I wanted enchantments to have engravings in the sword and fire aspect is the only one that made sense because putting carvings on a sword wouldn’t really make it faster,,,,

but my whole thing with fire aspect carvings is that it’s not knowledge everyone knows so it’s often passed down between people— such as Phil. Phil knows the cool guy shit- he taught it to wilbur who taught it to niki, and he taught it to schlatt at one point while schlatt hung around with Wilbur like a billion years ago.

sapnap just,,, *knows* because fire guy knows fire, and he taught george at some point for some reason.

welp- see you in part two in like,,,,,, 3 months

#dream smp #weapons design #fanart #mcyters #dream smp fanart #digital art #dsmp #mcyt #dreamwastaken #sapnap #georgenotfound #karl jacobs #quackity #fundy #jschlatt #wilbur soot #ghostbur #tubbo #tommyinnit #technoblade #philza #nihachu #the eret #skeppy #badboyhalo #remchive

[huneekrispee]

Where is my lover?

Pairing: c!Dreamwastaken x gn!Reader

Summary: Living outside the Dream SMP, far from the war and chaos, Dream was able to find comfort in you. One day, he leaves, promising to come back to you. It's been months, now you're left wondering... where is my lover?

Warnings: cursing, use of dream's real name, spoilers for the Dream SMP Finale, tiny bit of fluff at the start, angst

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I've been watching Attack on Titan recently, and the song 'Call Your Name' has me in the feels :( Sorry for being away for so long :( School has been an ass to me, I hope you enjoy it!! -Hunee <3

Also! Please don't mind the pronouns in the song! This is a gender-neutral fic, I merely just wrote the song lyrics as they are :)

She lost her brother a month ago

His picture on the wall

And it reminds me

When she brings me coffee... her smile

I wish I could be with her until my last day

In the forest, a cottage lays peacefully in a secluded meadow near a running stream. The tall trees lay their shadows onto the grassy floor, leaving marks from the sun. Water solemnly runs along, moving to its next destination through the stream. Grass rustles and a soft sigh is heard.

Stretching his arms above his head, a man clad in green slowly sits up, emerald eyes darting around. He yawns. "(Y/N)!" He's now standing up, searching for his lover. Dream's hand reaches down to grab his mask left abandoned on the grass, quickly putting it on.

Preparing his sword, his hand on the hilt, Dream slowly steps toward the cottage. He rests a hand on the door, waiting for something, anything.

A scream is heard.

He now slams the door open, netherite blade on full display, ready to attack. Looking around, he notices no one but (Y/N) in the cozy home, with a kettle on the ground next to them. Lowering his guard, sighing with relief, he sheathes his sword once more, walking over to his distraught partner.

"Are you alright?" Removing his mask, he takes their hands in his. Dream looks at them. (Y/N) looks down, taking their hurt hand out of his. Sighing, Dream quickly leads them over to the sink, running the tap. "What happened?" The coldness of the water helped soothe the burn. "I just, accidentally burnt myself with the kettle. It's okay, I'll live, Clay."

The man remained silent. The only sound heard in the cottage was the running tap water. After treating the burn on their hand, Dream leads (Y/N) to the chair on the side of the room. "You. Sit. I'll finish doing whatever you were doing. You just sit there and take it easy, you just burnt your hand." Bending down to their height, Dream stands face to face with (Y/N). He narrows his eyes slightly. He was always like this. Whenever (Y/N) got hurt in any sort of way, Dream was always on it, almost suffocating them with his overwhelming protectiveness.

They sighed, avoiding his eyes. "I- I was just... I just wanted to make you a coffee this morning. I know you're going to be busy later, so I wanted to make sure that you were energized for your work." Fiddling with their bandaged hand, (Y/N) smiled gently. "I see how you're always so dedicated to the stuff you do, and I wanted to return the favor, even if it's just a cup of coffee."

Dream's eyes softened. It was true, he was dedicated to his work. Running an SMP was hard, especially with some people interfering with his plans recently. He had plans to take power over the server again. Finding and taking everything his people were attached to was difficult, but at least he had (Y/N) to come home to. It was all for them. It was worth the hard work and pain just to see (Y/N) smile at him, showing him their love.

"It's okay. Thank you for wanting to do that, but you don't have to." Running his hand up to their cheek, he smiled. "I do all of my work for you, to help make a safe place for you. Once I sort out the rebellious people, I promise, I'll come back to you, and we can live together in my SMP." (Y/N) gazed up at him, looking into his eyes. They smiled, beaming at the idea.

"Alright! I promise I'll wait for you! I'll always wait for you. I love you, Clay."

"I love you too. I promise I will come back to you. Always."

He would do anything to see that smile on their face all the time.

She said she gave all her love to me

We dreamt a new life

Some place to be at peace

But things changed... Suddenly

I lost my dreams in this disaster

It had been two days. Two days since Dream had left. (Y/N) had since then tended to the flowers and read a few books Dream had gotten them from a faraway village.

'I wonder what he's doing now?' Looking up at the sky, (Y/N)'s mind began to wander. What was dream doing right now? Maybe he was still on his way back to his SMP? Or maybe he was trading with villagers for resources?

They smiled. Dream had been one of (Y/N)'s lifelong friends turned partner. They had met when (Y/N) used to live in a village as a child. (Y/N) was nine and Clay was ten. Dream had gotten into a rough fight with two skeletons and a zombie. He was stumbling around, trying to find help for his injuries.

That was when (Y/N) appeared. Hearing the boy's cries, they ran out of their family home, taking Dream into the house to be treated, screaming for their parents to help him.

They had grown up together as best friends after that. Meeting George and Sapnap, the group loved to go on little adventures together and play their favourite game: manhunt. Dream would always insist on running, with George and Sapnap chasing after him. Sometimes, (Y/N) would join them, but they quite enjoyed seeing the trio panic during the game. It was fun.

A couple years ago, Dream visited (Y/N), saying that he was starting up his own SMP, a place where he and his friends could have fun and just be themselves all the time. The two of them spend hours in (Y/N)'s room, talking about their big plans and ideas for the SMP. Dream wanted to build a cottage near a stream, and live there peacefully with (Y/N). They were shocked, Dream wanted to live with them? "Why?" They asked.

"Well, because of... I'll just show you."

That was the day Clay had kissed (Y/N) for the first time.

I'm crying

Missing my lover

I don't have the power

On my side forever

A month had passed. Nothing from Dream. Usually, he'd send a message through on their server communicator, asking how they were and informing them of his journey and new discoveries. But that didn't happen, not this time.

It was hard. Clay had been such a big part of their life that sometimes they found it hard not to worry about him. They knew he was strong, he could take down armies of people, but everyone had their limit.

Raising the iron hoe, (Y/N) swung down, making way for the new seeds of crops that would grow over the next few months. Wiping their forehead with their sleeve, they sighed.

All they wanted was for Dream to be safe, and for him to come back home once he finished his business in the SMP.

Oh Where is my lover

And I got no power

I'm standing alone, No way

Calling out your name

Heavy pants of breath echoed throughout the underground bunker. He was panicking. It wasn't supposed to go like this.

The plan was to kill Tubbo and make Tommy give him his disks.

It all went to shit when Punz showed up with backup, showing the people of his SMP that had turned against him fully.

"W-woah! Okay! Tommy, calm down!"

The blonde boy didn't listen, hands gripping the axe of peace and lifting it high above his head.

"Tell me why I shouldn't kill you Dream, right here, right now."

Dream silently gulped. For once, his plan failed. It backfired on him and blew up in his face. 'Sorry (Y/N). Guess I'm not coming back tonight.' He just wanted this to be over. He just wanted to be back in the cottage near the stream, sitting with his lover.

His green eyes darted around to everyone in the room. They looked disgusted, some disappointed, others angry. He knew this would never change. He would never get his SMP back. They hated him. Wanted him gone.

"Does Y/N know you're like this?"

His breath hitched. Eyes went wide.

Sapnap had stepped forward, sword out, pointing it threatening at Dream. "Do they know just how bad you are? How corrupt you've become?!" He was yelling at this point. Sapnap was upset as well. It was hard to believe that his best friend would do all of these bad things, it hurt to betray him, but he had to do what was right.

"S-stop. Stop talking about them."

For once, Dream was vulnerable. He hated it. He was always so soft when it came to them. When it came to (Y/N). Sapnap knew that. He had seen it when they were together, how happy dream was when he was with them, following them around like a lost puppy, longing for their love. It went both ways, (Y/N) was the same.

"Who the fuck is- Nevermind. Dream. Give me one good fucking reason why I shouldn't-"

"Tommy stop." Sapnap stepped in again. "This is important to not just me but for another person as well." Tommy stepped back, axe still prepared to lash out just in case. Tommy kept muttering to himself, something about a green bastard.

"Dream. Where is (Y/N)? You said they would join the SMP with us, but they're not here, nobody has seen them, probably besides you. You said that they changed their mind about the SMP, or was that a lie too?"

Dream gulped, words caught in his throat.

"Tell me, you bastard! Where is (Y/N) and do they know?!"

"No. They don't know. All I wanted to do was protect them from something I knew would happen. The wars, the chaos of the SMP. They didn't need to be a part of that. I didn't want them to get hurt."

It was almost like a plea. Dream's voice was quiet like he didn't want them to hear what he was saying. Sapnap stepped back, somewhat satisfied with his answer. He was also upset, he hadn't seen (Y/N) in years, not since before the SMP started.

Tommy finally stepped forward.

"Now. Tell me why I shouldn't kill you, Dream."

"I can bring people back to life. I can bring Wilbur back."

I said I gave all my love to you

We dreamt a new house

Some place to be at peace

But things changed... Suddenly

I lost my dreams in this disaster

Three months. It had been three long months without him. (Y/N) would spend every other night crying in their bed, missing him. They missed everything about him. No messages from him on their communicator. No death messages about him either.

They had never thought that three months could feel so long.

Surely he was busy doing stuff that would mean the world was safer for them. That's what he always said. He said that he worked for them and that he promised that they could settle down and make a new cottage near a different stream, closer to the SMP.

He said he needed to dig out the rebellious people and make his SMP a better place.

All (Y/N) could hope for was that he was safe and doing okay.

We don't know what is wrong tonight

Everybody's got no place to hide

No one's left and there's no one to go on

All I know is my life is gone

Dream was not feeling safe and right now he was feeling anything but okay.

Tommy had just broken his mask. Split down the middle, from the axe of peace.

He didn't want anyone to see his face, no one but (Y/N) and the people who had already seen it before he started wearing the mask.

His mask was his safe haven. A facade he could hide behind. With it gone, there was now no place for him to hide.

All he had done was tell Tommy that he could bring people back to life. When he mentioned Wilbur, Tommy seemed shocked, but then he seemed to come back to his senses after remembering what Wilbur was like before he died.

He went crazy. Insane. All because of Dream and his stupid motives. He only fueled Wilbur's change, encouraging him to blow Manburg up after Jschlatt took over. Thank God for Karl destroying the button the first time. The second attempt was successful and sealed Wilbur's fate as a psychotic, destroyed ex-president swayed by the masked man into committing destruction.

Tommy was angry at that. At the fact that Dream would even think about bringing back Wilbur.

Enraged, he brought the axe down onto Dream's cowering figure.

I'm crying

Missing my lover

I don't have the power

On my side forever

Sitting up, (Y/N) slowly looked around the room. It was the same as always; no Dream insight. They woke up every day with a feeling of hope that they would turn around and see Dream at the door, back from his trip.

The situation was too much. (Y/N)'s breaths quickened, eyes blurring up with tears, the salty water slowly dripping down the sides of their cheeks. They let out a dry laugh, bringing up their sweater paw hands to their face, wiping the tears.

They stared at the sleeve of the hoodie they had on. It was green.

It was his.

He always left a spare here, just in case.

It always came in handy when (Y/N) missed him.

They sighed, flopping back down onto the bed, curling into themselves and the hoodie. It smelt like him. He always smelt like a run through the forest, with a hint of saltwater and citrus.

It was comforting.

He was comforting.

The tears wouldn't stop. Every time (Y/N) wiped them away, fresh ones would keep coming. Where was he? Was he okay? It was all they could think about.

(Y/N) hugged themselves, hoping to recreate a hug like his. It didn't work. It never worked.

Nothing could ever compare to his hugs.

Still sobbing, (Y/N) cried themselves back to sleep, despite it being morning.

Not like they had any motivation to do anything without the assurance of him being okay anyways.

Oh Where is my lover

And I got no power

I'm standing alone, No way

Calling out your name

Beep.

(Y/N)'s communicator went off.

Dream was slain by Tommyinnit.

#dreamwastaken x reader #dream smp x reader #mcyt x reader #huneewrites #dsmp x reader #dream team x reader #dream x reader #dream x reader fluff #dream x reader angst #dreamwastaken angst #dream imagine #dream fanfic #dream x gn!reader #c!dream x reader #c!dreamsmp x reader

[dreamerstreamer]

Pocket Knife Prince

Pairing: c!Technoblade x gn!reader

Summary: [Dream SMP!AU] You’ve liked Technoblade from the moment he joined Pogtopia, but you could never quite bring yourself to confess. Who knew it would only take a pocket knife and some potatoes to change that?

Warnings: minor cursing & one slightly out of pocket joke

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: this a repost of an older story i had posted a while back. this story takes place back when technoblade was still allied with pogtopia. i hope you enjoy! <3

You huffed as you pulled yourself up another rung on the ladder, your arms straining as you did your best to keep yourself balanced. You still couldn’t fathom why Tommy thought it was a good idea to dig straight down.

“I’ll hit a cave, eventually,” he had told you as he grabbed a pickaxe, already starting to mine away at the space beneath his feet.

“Maybe,” you had said. “But what if you hit a lava pool? Do you really want to burn alive?”

“Oh, I have a backup plan in case I fuck up.” He held up a bucket of water, grinning at you. “Bam. Fucking foolproof.”

Yeah, sure, you thought to yourself with a grimace as you continued to haul yourself upward. You might not have died while digging down, but I might die while climbing up. 

Pausing, you reached behind you to adjust the strap of your back with a cry of frustration. This is way too heavy—I should have gone back earlier.

You looked back up again, squinting for a second before your eyes lit up. At long last, light! You were at least somewhat close to the entrance, now. “Just a bit more climbing,” you muttered to yourself as you reached up once more, “and then you’ll be able to take this stupid bag off.”

A few moments later, you gasped as you finally dragged yourself out of the vertical tunnel, standing up on shaky legs. Without even an ounce of hesitation, you swung your pack off your back, dumping it onto the dusty earth ungracefully. Your muscles practically screamed with relief as you rolled back your shoulders, a wide smile stretching across your face.

“Hey, boys!” you shouted, your voice echoing in the tall ravine. “Guess who’s back?!”

You heard some rumbling, then a tuft of blond hair peeked out from one of the overhanging pillars. “Big [Y/N]!” Tommy shouted, waving at you. “You took for-fuckin’-ever to get back.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s not my fault we needed so much stuff.” You narrowed your gaze. “Also, your ladder idea sucks.” 

Tommy scowled. “My ladder idea is fucking genius, you bi—”

A new voice cut in. “Tommy, that’s enough.”

You smiled triumphantly as you watched Tommy immediately shrink back, his tone quieting as he grumbled defeatedly, “Yes, Wilbur.”

Giving him a quick ruffle of his hair, Wilbur strolled down the ravine’s cobblestone steps down to the bottom. He pulled his hands out of his coat pockets as he flashed you a grin. “Welcome back, [Y/N]. How was the trip?”

You offered him a weary but satisfied look. “Oh, you know. Dark. Dusty. The usual. But…” Bending down, you flipped open the top of your pack and pulled out a smaller sack, shaking it in front of his face. “…I got all that gold you wanted! There’s probably a little less than seven stacks in there, which will be plenty if we want to make some golden apples.”

Wilbur blinked at you, his eyebrows raised in surprise as a smile began to tug at his lips. “Not that I doubt you or anything,” he said, “but where in the world did you manage to get nearly seven stacks of gold?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, dropping the bag into his hands with a hum. “In a cave.” When he stared at you in stunned silence, you quirked a brow at him. “What? It’s not like it was hard.”

He was grinning now, shaking his head. “You’re batshit crazy, [Y/N]. That’s incredible.”

You smiled sheepishly at his words. “For the record,” you pointed out, “I didn’t do it all in a single day or anything. I was gone for, like, half a week.”

“That’s still really good work, alright?” He reached over, playfully punching your shoulder. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

You winced, shooting him a dirty look. “Ow, that hur—”

“Oh, you’re back.”

Your head whipped around at the sound of low, rumbling voice. Your frown vanished at the sight of Technoblade standing a few feet away from you, a basket of potatoes held in his gloved hands. You felt your heart swell and a bright grin replace your scowl as you bounced over to him. “Hi, Techno!” you chirped.

He smiled back at you, his gaze kind. “Hello.”

From behind you, Wilbur let out a distressed noise. “Jeez, you seem so excited to talk to him but barely batted an eye at me. Did you miss him that much?”

You stuck your tongue out at him, trying to hide the flush of your cheeks. “More than I did you.”

Tommy cackled as he walked by, adjusting the straps of the pack in his hands. “Ouch. Maybe you should get some ice for that burn, Wilbur.”

Wilbur grimaced, opening his mouth to retort when his gaze suddenly lit up. “Actually,” he said, turning, “speaking of ice, who wants to go with me to the Nether to destroy some of the SMP’s and Manberg’s ice roads?” A devilish grin split across his face. “I figured that it would slow them down a bunch and they’d spend less time focusing on us, so it’ll be easier for us to get into contact with Tubbo.”

You blinked at him, then sent him a teasing smile. “Wilbur, this might one of the only good ideas you’ve had since starting a drug cartel.”

“Thank y—wait, is that a compliment?”

“Man,” Technoblade sighed, rolling his eyes at him, “just take it as one and let your ego coast on that for the next six months.”

“Anyways,” Wilbur said, ignoring him and moving on, “who wants to come with me?”

You shook your head, shifting your weight from foot to foot. “No thanks. I just got back from a long, long mining trip. I think I’m due for some time off.”

Wilbur nodded. “Alright, fair.” His gaze moved to the figure standing next to you. “Techno?”

Technoblade simply raised the basket of potatoes in his hands. “Nah. I’ve got my hands full here.”

Wilbur made a face, a hint of desperation seeping into his eyes. “You can farm potatoes any time,” he said, his voice raising a pitch or two. “How about you just come with m—”

“Why don’t I just go?”

Wilbur froze, and he turned with a shaky smile. “A-Are you sure about that, Tommy? You sure you don’t just want to stay in the ravine with [Y/N]?”

Tommy shrugged, flipping the stick in his hand. “Not really. It’s not like I have anything better to do, anyways.” He nudged the pack at his feet. “I’m even packed and ready to go, too.”

Wilbur swallowed, and you could have sworn a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. “You really want to come?” he added, sounding more and more uncertain with each word that passed his lips.

“I dunno, Wilbur,” Technoblade spoke up, quirking his lips at him, “but it almost sounds like you don’t want to bring Tommy with you.”

Tommy gasped, looking appalled. “What the hell, Will? Of course you want me to go with you, right?”

Wilbur turned on his heel, dragging a tired hand over his face. “Sure, Tommy. Let’s just say that.” He strode away toward the stairs, practically stomping his way up to the second floor. “Just give me a second to grab a pack,” he sighed, waving a hand behind him. “I’ll be down in like five minutes.”

Tommy threw his hands in the air, waving his stick. “Fuck yeah!”

Technoblade let out a quiet chuckle, turning on his heel. “Well, I’m gonna go back to farming.”

You glanced at him shyly, trailing after him. “Can I come with?”

His step faltered, and he turned to send you a fond look. “Always.”

Your heart lit up at the sight and you grinned, following him into the garden room. The entirety of the floor had been replaced with dirt, tiny streams of water weaving their way around the potato patches. You let out a quiet hum as Technoblade set the basket of potatoes on the ground, grabbing a hoe from its place on the wall and walking over to the makeshift field. Digging the blade of the hoe into the earth, he pulled back and repeated the motion until the soft, dark soil was exposed to the air. Leaning back against the wall, a soft smile crept onto your face as you watched.

You remembered when Technoblade first arrived in the Dream SMP, all those months ago. You had been sitting in the ravine, peeling an apple with a pocket knife as you chatted with Wilbur, when Tommy burst in with a deafening shout about “the blade”. Raising your head, you had opened your mouth to make a snarky retort, but the words died in your mouth the minute you laid eyes on him.

He looked like a prince—a handsome one, at that.

While Wilbur had jumped down to greet Technoblade with a friendly hug, you had simply stared at the newcomer, pocket knife in your hand and apple slice in the other. As Tommy brought Technoblade over to you and asked you to introduce yourself, you remembered that dizzy pink feeling rising in your chest as you blurted the first thing that came to mind.

“Want an apple slice?”

You had expected him to be confused, shaking his head and pulling away with a disgusted look. But instead, his gaze flickered to your hand.

“I’d rather have the knife.”

You had blinked at him for a moment, stunned, then burst into laughter, outstretching your hand with the pocket knife handle extended toward him. He had offered you a small, awkward smile back, gingerly taking the knife from you. When his hands brushed against yours, that hazy, rosy feeling swelled in your chest again.

Ever since that moment, you’d only fallen harder and harder.

It was difficult to put into words just what drew you to Technoblade. Of course, he was pretty, but you weren’t that shallow. He had an awkward charm to him, something that seeped into every aspect of his being. He was hardworking, determined, sarcastic, and oh-so very real. You couldn’t name one thing about him that you didn’t like, really. You loved his laughter that came in brief, giggling bursts. Every time he smiled, you couldn’t help but smile back. He never failed to keep you guessing, and you loved every second you spent with him.

You weren’t sure how far you’d fallen at this point, but you knew one thing, and it was that there was no going back.

“Hey,” a new voice said suddenly, pulling you away from your thoughts. You turned, watching Tommy stick his head into the room. “Can I have some potatoes for the trip?”

Your eyes shot to Technoblade, who paused for a moment, then nodded, gesturing to the basket at his feet. “Sure. You can have a couple.”

Tommy grinned, strolling in to lean down and pluck three potatoes from the pile. Standing back up again, he toed the basket, tossing and catching a potato in his hands. “Hey, Techno,” he said, “don’t you ever get tired of farming these things?”

Technoblade paused, patting down the dirt he had just covered another potato with. “Eh, not really.” His eyes flickered with contentment, and you felt your lips twitch. “I like it.”

Tommy frowned. “But,” he said, “it’s so fucking boring.”

You gasped, shooting him a glare. “Tommy! That’s mean.”

“What? Am I wrong?” He flung his arm out to point at the tilled dirt, clearly unimpressed. “All he’s doing is the same fucking thing over and over, again. We’re in a war, [Y/N]. Why can’t he just spar with me or something?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, deadpanning. “Tommy, the last time you sparred with Technoblade, you lasted less than ten seconds.” 

He grew quiet. “Okay, well, you didn’t have to put it like that, but—”

“What? Am I wrong?” you said, mimicking him.

A second passed. Then two.

“…touché, [Y/N].”

“Tommy!” Wilbur’s voice echoed from the top of the stairs, his head popping out from between the railings. “You ready to go?”

Without missing a beat, Tommy whipped around, rushing out of the farm room and slipping up the stairs. “I’m coming!”

A smirk tugged at Wilbur’s lips. “Heh.”

“Wha—oh, Will! That’s fucking disgusting.”

“But it was funny,” you called out after the youngest.

“Fuck off, [Y/N]!”

Beside you, Technoblade let out a laugh, his eyes curving into two crescent moons as he set down the hoe and picked up a shovel. With a fond smile gracing your lips, you took a step toward him, leaning down to take a closer look. There was something so endearing about knowing someone as powerful as Technoblade had a hobby as mundane as farming—farming potatoes, to be more specific. 

You liked it. A lot. You liked him a lot.

You wondered how much longer you could go without saying it aloud.

“Hey, Techno,” you murmured, watching his ears perk up at the sound of your voice, “could you teach me the best way to plant potatoes?”

He paused, his shovel planting itself in the earth as he turned to look at you, his lips parted in surprise. “Y-You actually want to learn?”

You bobbed your head, praying that your face wasn’t growing any warmer. “Of course. Fighting’s fun and all, but there’s more to life than just bloodshed.” You flashed him a bright grin. “Besides, an army needs food to fight!”

With a small grin, he gestured for you step closer. “You want to make sure you dig about six to eight inches down,” he explained, gesturing down the hole with his finger. “If you don’t dig deep enough, then the potato will be too close to the surface, and if you dig too deep, it’ll have a harder time reaching the top.”

You nodded, your tongue swiping over your lips in concentration. Technoblade let out a brief cough, turning away with a slight flush to his cheeks as he grabbed a potato from the basket next to him. “Then,” he continued, “grab a potato. You’ll want to cut it in half down the middle and plant it so the cut side is facing downwards.”

Sticking a hand into his pocket, he rummaged around for a second before pulling out a familiar pocket knife. Your eyes flashed with recognition as he flipped the blade open and sliced through the potato with ease.

“Is that,” you began slowly, your tone tentative and gentle, “my pocket knife? From when we first met?”

Technoblade’s hands faltered as he sliced, his gaze flickering to you with a bashful look. “It’s—um, yeah. Does… does that bother you?”

You immediately shook your head, waving your hands in front of you. “No, not at all! I-I was just wondering. I haven’t seen it in a while, that’s all.”

He lowered his chin, and you could have sworn his cheeks were pink. “I’ve been taking good care of it,” he admitted quietly, his gaze not meeting yours. “It’s important to me.”

You blinked, your heart beating faster in your chest. “It is?” you whispered.

He nodded. “It is.”

You wanted to curl up into a ball and squeal. It only took two simple words from him to send you into a flurry of awkward smiles and blushing whines. You couldn’t believe just how far gone you were.

Technoblade stretched a hand toward you, half of the potato he cut clutched between his fingers. “Here. You try planting one.”

With a shaky hand, you gently pulled the potato from his hands, nearly flinching at the feeling of his skin brushing against yours. Carefully, you reached over and set the potato face down like he had instructed. You pointed your hand toward the pile of dirt lying just beside the hole, about to start covering the potato when his arm shot out in front of you.

“Wait,” he said suddenly, making you freeze in place. “You don’t have gloves on. I don’t want your hands to get dirty.”

You sent him a small smile, waving a hand dismissively at him. “A little dirt never hurt anyone.”

He didn’t budge. “Please. Let me.”

That fuzzy feeling was back, and you pulled back. “Okay,” you whispered, your stomach swarming with butterflies as you watched him cover your planted potato with his hands. For someone who made a lot of jokes regarding human ethics, he was far more caring than he let on.

“Y’know,” you said softly, glancing over at him, “it’s really cool watching you do this, even if Tommy thinks it’s boring.” A small smile flitted across your face. “There are all these specific conditions that you have to know to have the most efficient farm with the best percent yield of potatoes—it’s honestly kind of surreal just how much brainpower actually goes into farming.”

Technoblade stared at you, his eyes reflecting something thoughtful and warm, and another thought popped into your head. You felt your cheeks begin to grow warm at the words swirling around your head. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you opened your mouth, again.

“I-I, um,” you began shakily, suddenly finding the scuff mark on your shoe very interesting, “I really hope you know how smart we think you really are. How smart I know you are. Because you are. Smart, that is.”

You must have been trembling, you could almost feel it. Why was it so hard to put your feelings into words? At this rate, you were never going to be able to confess how you felt. Just how much longer could you drag this out fo—

“Hey,” he said gently, his voice pulling you out of your thoughts. You turned your head, your lips parting as you looked at him in surprise. The moment his soft gaze met yours, a spark of electricity ran through your veins, and you shivered for an entirely different reason.

“Thank you,” he murmured, tilting his head at you. “I appreciate it.”

Suddenly, he squinted his eyes at you, his carmine gaze narrowing. “Oh wait, you’ve got something on your face,” he murmured, inching closer in to take a better look.

“Oh,” you said, a hand immediately darting up to your cheek, “that’s probably just some dust or soot or something. You know, from the mines.” You wiped at your face with the back of your hand, embarrassment shooting up your spine knowing that you probably looked dumb. “Did I get it?”

He frowned, pulling off his gloves as he leaned closer. “No, here let me just—”

Suddenly, his hand was on your face, your cheek held gently in his palm. Your heart came barreling to a stop, your entire body freezing like ice. 

He was so close.

The pads of his finger were warm and calloused, yet they held a certain softness to him as his thumb slowly swiped just under her eye, careful to brush away the dirt that marred your face. Like a moth drawn to a flame, you found yourself unable to look away from him, hyperaware of the goosebumps that shot up your sides as his gaze met yours. A prince—he really did look like a prince.

For a moment, the two of you simply gazed at one another, a silent question hanging over you.

Before you could stop yourself, you opened your mouth.

“Can I say something kind of crazy?” you whispered.

“Of course,” he whispered, not moving his gaze from yours for even a heartbeat.

You sucked in a deep breath, screwing your eyes shut. “I…” You swallowed. “I really, really want to kiss you, right now.”

A moment of silence passed, and you held your breath, tension digging itself into your shoulders. Oh, I’m totally about to get rejected. This was such a bad idea. What was I even thinki—

“Can—” He started then stopped, and you could have sworn his cheeks were pink. “Can I say something even crazier?”

You heart leapt. “Yeah, totally,” you breathed.

He turned back to look at you, and you felt something deep in your chest click. “I really, really want to kiss you, too.”

Your eyes flew wide, and you couldn’t stop the giddy grin forming on your face. Almost imperceptibly, Technoblade dipped his head down close to yours, his crimson eyes darting across your face as he took in your every feature. As he leaned closer toward you, a question silently flashes in his gaze. 

Can I…?

You smiled and nodded oh-so subtly, just for him to see.

Yes, yes, yes.

Ever so slowly, he leaned down toward you, and you felt your eyelids flutter shut. Just then, his lips met yours, soft and tentative like a deer taking its first, shaky steps. Electric ran down your spine at his velvet touch, your hands reaching up to wrap around his neck and touch his cherry blossom pink hair. His crown tumbled to the ground off his head, rolling a few times before coming to a full stop, but neither of you particularly noticed, far too enraptured with one another to care.

This was everything you could have possibly asked for.

A moment later, you pulled apart, gasping for air as the two of you gazed into each other’s eyes. His hair had been mussed by your touch, his lips parted and puffy from the kiss.

You didn’t think he could look any more princely, but he still managed to prove you wrong.

Clearing your throat, you cast eyes away in shy embarrassment. “I feel like I should also clarify that this means I like you,” you added in a rush, fidgeting with your hands. “Like, way more than I thought I could ever like a person.”

Technoblade let out a sigh of relief, lips curling at the corners. “Oh, that’s good. I like you, too.” Your heart did a backflip in your chest, shouting in celebration as he added, “I was sort of thinking we were just gonna kiss and never talk about it, again.”

You shot him a quizzical look. “I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic.”

He sent you a crooked smile, but his gaze was fond. “Only kind of.”

You weren’t quite sure how many minutes passed in comfortable silence, both of you simply basking in the other’s warm presence. It was nice—this was nice. You wouldn’t mind staying like this for a while longe—

“—y it, Tommy, just say it!”

Your eyes shot wide open in panic. Across from you, Technoblade’s expression mirrored your own.

They were back.

“I’m telling you it’s okay, Tommy—you can call me ‘Wilby’ if you want to!”

Flailing your arms in a panic, you immediately began to backpedal to the other side of the room, Technoblade picking up his shovel and beginning to shovel as fast as he could.

“You’re still going off about this shit? Jesus Christ, I don’t want to call you ‘Wilby’, oh my fucking go—”

Wilbur crooned as they stepped into the garden room, “Aww, Tommy, my little gremlin.”

“Shut the fuck up, Wilbu—”

“B-Back so soon?” you prompted, pretending to have been looking at the potato field with great focus as you turned to face them.

Wilbur turned away from Tommy, the smile sliding off his face. He nodded with a sigh, adjusting the pack on his back. “We almost got to the portal, but Antfrost saw us, so we had to book it.” 

Technoblade paused his movements, deadpanning with an unimpressed tone. “Tragic.”

Tommy scowled at him. “Don’t sound so cocky, bitch. You didn’t have to outrun like, half of the SMP all the way back here without getting tracked.” Suddenly his gaze shot to the ground, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. “And why’s your fuckin’ crown on the ground?” he muttered, snatching it from the dusty floor and tossing it back over to Technoblade.

“No reason,” you said half a beat too quickly.

Wilbur’s eyes flitted back forth between you and Technoblade, taking in the sight of your flushed cheeks and Technoblade’s disheveled hair. Then, a sly, scheming smile crept onto his face. You gulped.

Oh, he totally knew.

“Tommy,” he said, the shit-eating grin still plastered to his face, “how do you feel about going on another trip with me?”

Tommy’s head whipped around, his eyes swimming with confusion. “Another trip?” he parroted.

Wilbur nodded, still smiling. “Yep. Another trip. Let’s get going, yeah? I’ve got something wonderful in mind.”

Before Tommy could even react, Wilbur had grabbed onto the handle of his pack, dragging him back and up the stairs. “Wilbur! What the fuck? Where are we even fucking going?”

“On a trip!” Wilbur sang as he trudged up the stairs with Tommy in tow. Throwing one last glance over his shoulder, he sent you a knowing wink. “You two have fun, now.”

You gaped at him as he walked off, Tommy still kicking at his heels when they vanished from sight. A moment passed in silence before you turned to look at Technoblade, again.

“He knows,” you whispered, half in awe and half in horror.

Technoblade grimaced back at you. “Oh, he absolutely does.”

A beat of silence fell over you. Your eyes locked onto his carmine ones, and something seemed to click just then, a smile crossing both of your faces.

Indeed, Wilbur had just provided you with the perfect opportunity.

Who were the two of you to not take it?

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[max-is-tired]

//dsmp, rp

You know, one thing I think a lot of people misunderstood, about c!Phil's advice to c!Tommy, is that he never told him that attachments to objects are bad in and of themselves.

He never said you should not care for material things -like, have you seen the man's enderchest? Many of his attachments are material. But that doesn't mean he'd ever put them over the life of his loved ones.

Because that's the lesson Phil was trying to teach Tommy, imo. He never said material attachments are bad, they're pretty much unavoidable once you start caring for something. What ticked him off, what made it clear to him that Tommy needed to hear what he said, was when Tommy admitted to hesitating in choosing between Tubbo's life and his disks.

And Tommy himself admitted that he doesn't like he hesitated! He put, even just for a few seconds, his disks above Tubbo's life and wellbeing, and he himself realizes how bad that was.

What Phil tried to teach him is that material objects should never come before the safety of the people you care for. Material attachments are good, and it's okay if you feel sad after losing them, but once said attachments come to rank higher than human lives, that becomes an obsession, and the situation can become toxic real fast.

"You have to get this through your head, Tommy. You can't prioritise items over people, you can't prioritise material possessions over people."

"I don't think I want to!"

[...]

"I guess if I was in Tubbo's shoes, I wouldn't have been happy if he hesitated."

"Oh no, you would've been livid."

And Phil is right, Tommy recognizes so too all throughout the vod! He admits that he doesn't miss L'Manburg, he misses Wilbur -he doesn't miss the house, he misses Tubbo.

Maybe Phil was a little too harsh, and the rapple burning could have been avoided. He's far from a perfect character, but he tries, and that's what I like about him so much. Mans is doing his best, with the information he has, and is trying to offer Tommy advice that could help him avoid mistakes of the past, and reassurance that he can do this, he can overcome this situation and come out victorious. He’s still going to protect Tommy, that was never in question, but he’s also trying to help Tommy understand how to grow and learn.

Also, I'm 100% sure that if c!Dream ever tries to come in c!Tommy's general vicinity while c!Phil is nearby, man is just gonna go ham on his green teletubby-looking ass. As he should <3

#maxisrambling #dsmp #dream smp #philza #dsmp philza #c!philza #tommyinnit #dsmp tommy #dsmp analysis #ig?? #just had some thoughts about the lore and thought I'd share #also i am open for debate on this as long as it stays respectful #c!phil is far from perfect but i think the slander he got was way harsher than he deserved #to clarify further i deeply love both c!tommy and c!phil #i just think theyre v neat characters written to be complex and flawed #theyre trying their best

[unfoundhoney]

mother, father, and everything else ↠

↠ platonic!c!tommyinnit x older sister!reader ; fluff , angst

↠ masterlist

↠ a companion piece to a sister’s sacrifice inspired by this tiktok

“Tommy, come on,” you call.

You pull your youngest brother’s attention away from the strings of the apron he got distracted by. He toddles over to you as quickly as he can, reaching up and asking to be picked up silently. He started walking early and go the hang of it quite quickly. However, in talking he’s a bit of a late bloomer, nearing fifteen months but yet to say his first words.

You lift Tommy up into your arms, carrying him out the back door and into the backyard. You set him down to play in the grass where you can keep an eye on him then walk over to the array of clotheslines strung up across the yard, beginning to hang up laundry.

Wilbur is off playing with Niki as usual. He’ll likely return covered in dirt and grass stains, maybe with a captured insect or stories of a new, made up kingdom he’d been ruler of that day. Phil is still out with Techno; they’ve been gone for a while now, but that’s nothing new.

You’ve hung up a pair of Wilbur’s pants and two of Tommy’s shirts when you notice Tommy crouched beside the basket full of wet clothes. He reaches inside and pulls out a sock, squeezing it curiously.

“Do you want to help, Tommy?”

Tommy looks up at you, blue eyes wide and mouth slightly open. He nods his head once.

You giggle and ruffle his hair, “Alright, c’mere.”

You lift Tommy up again, resting him on your hip as you grab a clothespin with your free hand. You slip it over the clothesline.

“Put the top of the sock in the pin,” you tell him.

He struggles a bit, little hands still uncoordinated at his young age. He does eventually position the sock where you can close the pin on it and leave it to hang.

“Wow, good job, buddy!” you say.

You wrap him in a hug and spin around, shrieking laughter falling from his mouth at both your actions and your praise. You set him down and kneel down to be at eye level with him.

“You’re my official laundry assistant,” you say seriously. “Can you hand me clothes to hang up?”

Tommy nods eagerly and toddles over to the basket of wet clothes, grabbing a shirt from the top of the pile. He holds it above his head as he runs back over to you, holding it out.

“Good job, Tommy! We’re quite the team, you and I.”

Together, you and Tommy slowly hang the rest of the clothes up. Tommy eventually gets bored and goes off to pick dandelions and pull off their petals, leaving you to finish the chore, not that you mind. When you’re finished, you call Tommy over to get in the basket, carrying him and the leftover clothespin back inside.

“Y/N!”

The call of your name pulls you to a stop, turning to see who yelled for you. Tommy grabs onto your pant leg for balance, stopping as well. You find Puffy waving at you, hurrying over to you with her little boy Dream at her side.

“Hi, Puffy,” you say. “Hi, Dream.”

“Hi,” Dream says in a small voice.

“Tommy, can you say hi?” you ask the young boy clinging to your hand.

He’s chewing on his thumbnail, looking up at Puffy warily before hiding his face in your leg.

“Guess not,” you laugh.

“How are you, Y/N? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” Puffy says.

“I’m good,” you answer. “Just getting some dinner for tonight.”

“Still the household cook, I see.”

“And just about everything else.”

You laugh and Puffy joins you, but you can tell that wasn’t a joke that went over her head. It’s no joke that you are mother and father to your younger siblings, as well as everything else. Your dad is gone too often; Wilbur doesn’t even call your father “dad,” he calls him Phil.

“Where’s your dad?” Puffy asks.

You shrug, “Around.”

“When’s the last time you saw him?”

You hesitate for too long, distracted as you attempt to remember the last time Phil came home.

“That hardly matters,” you brush off, “He’s busy doing important stuff and I can look after Wilbur and Tommy myself anyway.”

The look of concern on Puffy’s face is not missed by you. You do, however, elect to ignore it.

Dream tugs on Puffy’s sleeve, “Mom.”

“Yeah, buddy?” Puffy asks, leaning down.

Dream points into the market, where you see Sapnap with his father and his friend George.

“Go say hi, but don’t wander too far,” Puffy tells Dream.

When she turns back to you, keeping one eye on her son, you say, “I’ve gotta head home. Need to make dinner and all that.”

“Yeah, okay,” Puffy says. “I’m here if you ever need help. Or someone to talk to. Or... anything really.”

“Thanks, Puffy.”

You don’t notice at your side, Tommy trying to form the word that Dream used that so quickly got his mother’s attention.

“Look after yourself, Y/N.”

“I am.” You always have.

With a wave, you turn and head back home, Tommy walking slowly beside you. The walk from the market to your house takes about fifteen minutes and you end up carrying Tommy for most of it to speed things up.

When you arrive home, you find Wilbur and Niki sat in the front yard playing a hand clapping game. They stop when they spot you, jumping up and running to come meet you as you walk up the front path.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” Wilbur shouts your names repeatedly.

“Will! Will! Will!” you mimic.

“Can I spend the night at Niki’s?” Wilbur asks.

You like Niki. She’s sweet and a good influence for Wilbur.

“Uhm, as long as her parents are alright with it,” you say, doing your best to sound like a grown up despite only being sixteen.

“We’ve already talked to them,” Niki tells you.

“Alright, then,” you concede. “Behave while you’re there.”

“I will, Y/N!” Wilbur says, running off with Niki.

You watch them go for a few moments until you’re reminded of the toddler sitting on your hip. Tommy squirms around, wanting down. You set him on the ground and walk with him inside.

You set him up with some paper and crayons at the kitchen table. You sit across from him, watching as he carefully looks over his color options before choosing the red crayon.

“Looks like it’s just you and me, bud,” you muse.

You pet Tommy’s hair before you stand, moving to start on dinner. You season meat and chop potatoes, humming to yourself and keeping an eye on Tommy. Thankfully, your youngest brother isn’t a picky eater, which makes meals a lot easier than they could be, especially since he’s been in the solid foods stage for a while now.

The rest of the night is fairly quiet. You and Tommy eat dinner then you do the dishes while he waddles around the living room and plays with some of his toys. You can hear him experimenting with running, his footfalls surprisingly loud for such a small human. You hear him fall, as well, but without any crying then the return of his heavy footsteps, you don’t go to check on him.

You start composing your next shopping list and check the calendar for any upcoming events. There’s a festival next week that you’re meant to chaperone Wilbur and his friends at. Maybe you can team up with Puffy so Tommy can play with Tubbo, and Dream can join Wilbur. You’ll ask her tomorrow.

You hear Tommy enter the kitchen. He waddles over to where you sit at the table and crawls into your lap. He grabs your free hand and starts playing with your fingers as you continue writing down what you’ll need for your bigger grocery run in a few days.

“Mom.”

You freeze.

What?

“Mom.”

You look down at Tommy.

He looks up at you, “Mom.”

“N-No...,” you say weakly.

“Mom.”

“No, I’m not your mom.”

“Mom.”

“No...”

“Mom!” Tommy says happily. “Mom mom mom!”

“Okay, okay,” you say shakily, putting a hand gently over your little brother’s mouth to get him to stop. “Okay, good job.”

Your vision’s blurry. You want to cry. Your chest hurts. But right now, Tommy’s said his first word.

“Good job,” you repeat.

You pull Tommy into a hug and wipe at your eyes behind his back.

Tommy rests his little cheek on your shoulder, already tired but quickly drifting off to sleep in your warm embrace, “Mom...”

“Shhh,” you say, voice weak.

Tommy goes limp, asleep in your arms. As your tears begin to fall, you make sure not to let your sobs move you. How has this happened? Mom. No. You’re not a mother. Except you are. In every way that matters, you are Tommy’s mother. You’ve raised him ever since Phil brought him home that day.

You wish your family was normal. As normal as a family of four adopted children, a single father, and a non-biological uncle could be. You wish your dad was home more. You wish you didn’t have to be the only parental figure Tommy has ever known. It’s to the point he calls you mom. How could Phil let it get to this? How could he care so little?

You just want to have a normal family with parents who are adults and kids who are allowed to be children. You did not get to be a child, but Wilbur and Tommy will. You will always be there for them. You promise. You will give them what you had taken from you. Hatred for your father burns in your chest but it’s quickly snuffed out, doused by nostalgia that longs for a childhood you never had.

#i have no control over what i choose to write so instead of a sister’s sacrifice pt 3 have this #haha fuck you brain i hate you #mcyt #mcyt x reader #dream smp #dsmp #minecraft youtubers #dream smp x reader #mcyt fanfic #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt imagine #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit fanfiction #tommyinnit fanfic #tommyinnit imagine #tommyinnit fluff #tommyinnit angst #angst #fluff #dream smp fanfic #dream smp fanfiction #dream smp imagine

[normally-alexis]

okay, but imagine being in relation ship in Wilbur before he died, and when he came back he sees you flirting with Technoblade and he git a little jelaous if you know what i mean 😏 so he needed to remind u who he was.

Cheating

Pairings - Wilbur x reader

CW- Cheating, Public sex, Rough sex, rope play, degrading, spitting kink.

It was a tough time for you after Wilbur had passed away from being killed by Philza. You weren't by L'manburg but you did see the aftermath after everything had happened.

L'manburg was pretty much destroyed and You never really thought it could be fixed. Since Wilbur was pretty much dead or as it seemed that he was dead Tubbo and Tommy decided that they would try to take over L'manburg and fix it.

They're only kids so it wouldn't be that bad, But there's always a chance it could go wrong somehow. It's not your main concern at the moment.

You were mainly trying to comfort yourself about Wilbur's death, you in him were very close in relationship term wise so it did a lot of damage to you.

You tried were distancing yourself from Philza for killing your beloved but you did try to talk to him some days. You were slightly mad at Phil so you mainly talked to Techno whenever you were mad or needed help.

You and Techno got pretty close over the passing time, It's just a way to cope with your boyfriend's death and disappearance, nothing special.

Sometimes when you would visit Techno you both would flirt with each other. People who would be bystanders wouldn't be able to tell if it's serious or not.

Sometime's Techno would kiss your hand romantically and you thought it was pretty platonic. I guess people would label you two as dating since two friends wouldn't normally do this together.

Phil thought it was fine how you had moved along past your relationship because it would seem like you forgave him. It's a patch you needed within your life at the moment since Wilbur wasn't with you.

Techno was very sweet towards you and would bring you gifts and would sometimes kiss you. It's not an all-time thing but whenever the two of you were alone it would occasionally happen..

You were leaving Techno's cabin and it was after hours, you were walking down the steps into the snow and you went throughout the forset. You were stepping through the woods and got grabbed out of nowhere being pulled into the bushes.

Your mouth was covered and you put your hands on the hands on the stranger's hand trying to pull them off. They whisper inside of your ear "You've been cheating, huh?" The voice sounds like Wilbur but Wilbur was dead so it couldn't be Wilbur.

You look up and you were still struggling to remove his hands from your mouth. The man was a white streak in his hair and he has a cut on his arm. His clothes seem pretty roughed up and his outfit seems to be dirty.

The man removes his hands from your mouth and grabs your hands pushing your body towards the tree. He grabs onto your hands and ties them up with something. "You're a cheater now, wow I expected better from you, but you're a horny slut right?"

It's Wilbur's voice and it looks like Wilbur. It's not it was intentionally cheating but you didn't expect Wilbur to come back so you thought it was a way to cope.

"Sorry Wilbur, forgive me." Begging and pleading for his forgiveness wasn't getting you anywhere because it didn't matter. Once your hands were fully tied up he starts yanking your pants down, he steps on the pants once it's down to your ankles and pulls them away from your legs.

"Wilbur, forgive me, I'm sorry." He throws you on your back and you fail to fix your back due to your hands being tied up. You squirm and grunt having very light sweats.

Wilbur's changed so much, he's more aggressive and he's better at being dominant with you. He unzips his pants and slides them down to his knees.

He gets down on his knees and looks at your helpless body, he yanks your underwear down your legs and grips onto your thigh. You let out a grunt. "You want this don't you slut?" It's not even a minute after and you nod your head look at him with a slight smile along your face.

He smiles at you with a large grin along his face, He takes pulls his underwear down holding onto his dick. He strokes himself once prepping himself and then looks at you directing himself inside of you.

He holds back from thrusting for a moment to put one hand on your hip and the other hand above your head. He spits on your face making you seem like a complete object to him.

He starts thrusting inside of you and your walls clutch around his cock, you weren't uncomfortable but it's been your first time in a wall. Slipping himself in not waiting for the permission of your moans, all he needed was your consent and he was ready to go.

You grunt trying to fix your position but you couldn't because your hands were tied. His cock pressing against the temple of your clit was enough to make your whole body shake and tremble.

Being wet and having him fuck the shit out of you for cheating would be one of the best punishments. The pleasure was indescribable at the moment all you could do was moan your expressions but even that couldn't express it.

He hits a bunch of parts within your body and it makes you very weaker to him. At a loss of words, all you could do was moan sentences that you didn't even finish yourself.

"You're– such a fucking.. slut.. It's embarrassing you pig." Being labeled as something less than a human being was such a degrading term especially since Wilbur even came near you.

Whenever you and Wilbur had sex he always treats you like an animal by calling you horrible names that lead to you agreeing to him. His thrusts got deeper and with that, your moans got louder, his blunt expression was trying to stay the same but he did lose it a few times.

The more he thrusted the more it got easier to be faster at thrusting, you were loosened up from him going way too fast. His thrust got sloppy and uncontrollable making him less in control of you.

It's more of a revenge thing since you had already came on his dick and he had noticed it because it was stickery than before. The most his thrust was uncontrollable the more you could feel his dick twitching and giving out.

He pushes himself as far as he could and releases himself inside of you. His small pants were calmed down and all you could hear was mumbling. His cum was covering your walls making your lower half sticky.

He pulls out and removes his hands from your body. You turn over on your left side leaking with his cum out of your body with your arms tied behind your back and spit on your face you were nothing but an animal to him.

He grabs the knife from his pocket and cuts the rope and then stands up getting off of his knees. He puts his underwear over to cover himself up and pulls his pants up zipping them up.

"Clean yourself up you cheating slut."

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Did my writing get better loves?

#wilbur x reader #dsmp smut #dsmp x reader #mcyt smut #mcyt x reader smut #dsmp x reader smut #wilbur soot smut #revivebur smut

[thesunicarusfellfor]

Hello! I'm in love with the way you write c! Ranboo like hsgsj- amazing! So I would like a request Yandare c! Ranboo and tubbo with a soft reader that is oblivious on how they act twords them but loves them unconditionaly (just fluff please maybe maybe put a Micheal seen in there as well because Micheal is the best character 😌)

I think this is the best compliment I have ever received... Thank you so much🤍🖤

I didn't know whether or not to do headcanons or a full-length fic, so I went with a shorter story if that's alright. ^^ if it's not feel free to send another request!

FYI THIS CAN BE SEEN AS PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC

Too Sweet (For This World) Yandere!C!Ranboo x F!Reader x Yandere!C!Tubbo

It was very common for you to see something out of the corner of your eye, but when you looked, you only saw a bunch of purple particles drifting slowly towards the earth due to gravity. You just assumed there were quite a few endermen still hanging around Snowchester, or some of the goats had come down from the mountains when you saw small little horns peeking out from behind bushes.

There were a couple times a day where you accidentally and very conveniently bumped into Ranboo out in the crater of L'Manberg or Tubbo when walking around Snowchester. It honestly was funny to you that you always seemed to bump into them when you were feeling sad or lonely. Plus, after talking to them and spending time with them, your problems almost magically seemed to disappear!

Such as, there was one time when you were helping clean up the red vines around buildings and Fundy was nagging at you for being so slow or bad at doing everything. After storming away and ranting to Ranboo about it on the verge of tears, Fundy practically scrambled up to you the next day shaking and almost crying, apologizing for every single thing he's ever said or done.

Huh... Maybe he felt that bad about it to the point where he was crying?

Although Fundy never said anything mean to you again, he also stopped hanging around you completely.

When you mentioned this to Tubbo, he explained that Fundy must not have been a real friend and that he and Ranboo would always be there for you before anyone else.

Once the mansion was built, the two platonic husbands eagerly invited you to stay with them, even saying they had Foolish make a room specifically for you! At first, you quite enjoyed your home around L'manberg, but then one day you returned home to a wall of your home completely destroyed by vines, deeming it unlivable. Although a tad convenient..

Tubbo and Ranboo had heard about it through your sobs when you called them, saying you had no clue what to do anymore. They had arrived at your side in almost minutes and quickly helped you pack and move everything to the mansion.

"I thought Snowchester was like... Half a day's walk away from here..." You sniffed, rubbing your red and puffy eyes. The two men of greatly varying heights tensed up momentarily.

"We were in the area." They both blurted out at the same time before glancing at each other.

Tubbo cleared his throat first, "I was in the nether, but luckily for you, I was close to the old L'manberg portal!" He smiled softly at you as you three walked away from your old home.

"M-Me too!" Ranboo coughed awkwardly, causing Tubbo to shoot him an odd look that you decided to brush off, "Now, uh, come on! Michael needs to meet his new mother!"

You blinked in surprise at the new title but didn't question it much, assuming it was simply just a title. Unbeknownst to you, your two best friends already thought you were part of their platonic relationship, despite you never agreeing nor denying, or them even asking.

It took a few days, but the zombie piglin warmed up to you and practically saw you as another one of his parents, which made Ranboo and Tubbo extremely happy. Instead of placing you into one of the regular rooms, they had Foolish turn the basement into two heavily secured rooms a few days before your house had been destroyed, strangely enough, and even designed one perfectly to your liking!

After washing the fruits you had, you walked towards the bookshelf and pulled on the fake book that caused the shelf to swing open. You walked down the quartz stairs after shutting the hidden door, then made your way up to one of the two doors with a pink sign with 'Michael' written in yellow cursive paint. Punching in the code, the iron door slid open and you stepped in before closing it behind you.

A loud cooing grunt was heard and the sound of quiet tapping echoed through the room before a pair of arms wrapped around your leg. "Hello, Michael." You giggled softly as Michael made grabbing hands up towards the bowl of fruit. Placing it down on the table, the child eagerly ran over and began munching on the food as you brushed over the books on the shelves to find one you haven't read to Michael before. "What about... The story of Persephone?"

A disappointed grunt was your only response.

"Guess I did read that one... Hm... Oh! What about the story of Icarus?" This time his response was a happy squeak and tippy taps of his hooves against the warm quartz floors. You sat down in the rocking chair and waited until the child scrambled over and jumped into your lap.

You opened the book and began reading to him for an hour until your eyes slowly slid shut to the quiet snores of the child of your two best friends, who at this point was beginning to see you as a mother.

Quiet 'meh' sounds and 'vrrr'ing noises and a dim flash woke you up from your spot in the rocking chair. Cracking open your eyes, your arms shifted around the nether hybrid as you saw Tubbo holding a camera making happy bleating noises, while Ranboo, who was the source of the buzzing noises, took the book you had been reading from your limp hand to put it back on the shelf.

"What time is it?" You murmured softly to keep the child asleep as you rubbed the back of your stiff and sore neck.

"It's about 5:30pm. Still rather early. Tubbo walked over and gave you a gentle yet affectionate headbutt while he scooped Michael up from your lap to bring him to bed. This caused an odd whining noise to come from the enderman hybrid before he quickly walked over and rested his forehead against yours, resting it there for a few moments before pulling back, his cheeks flushed the same colours as his eyes.

You giggled softly and gave him a gentle pat on the head as he helped you up. He held onto one of your hands as Tubbo eagerly went for the other, jokingly sticking his tongue out at Ranboo who gave a noise of mock offense, causing you three to giggle softly as you left Michael's room and went upstairs.

Tubbo and Ranboo weren't big fans of you leaving the basement on your own, and you were rarely allowed to leave the mansion even with the two boys at your sides. The former president told you it was because he heard rumours of Technoblade searching around for all the members of his cabinet back when he was in charge of L'Manberg, and he just wanted to protect you.

You saw no problems with his story as it was extremely believable. Your history with Technoblade hadn't been the cleanest and he would've definitely taken one of your canon lives back during the attack on L'Manberg, had a stray black and white firework not saved you that day. It had fired off and must've swerved a way that wasn't predicted, because it hit Technoblade hard enough in the chest to knock him away from you.

You don't remember much of that day, except for Ranboo immediately running over to you and dragging you away from the destruction and chaos. Thanks to him, you were almost completely scar free and standing proudly at three canons lives.

A gentle hand on your shoulder brought you back to reality and you saw two sets of eyes staring at you with concern. "Hey... Are you feeling okay?" Ranboo asked softly, tilting your head up to place his free hand against your forehead, "See. I told you she should be getting more sunlight, Tubbo!"

"I'm okay, I'm okay!" You laughed softly at their worry, rubbing your thumbs along the back of their hands, "Just... Remembering the war with Dream and Techno..."

"What about it?" Tubbo asked, bringing you into the living room to sit down with your friends on either side of you.

You pursed your lips together for a moment as you looked at the ground, "Just how... Scary Techno is. And how he was about to kill me without a care about who or what I was."

Angered growling and seething noises came from Ranboo and Tubbo as you felt their grasps tighten around your hands, almost to a painful degree. You looked up and saw their expressions stone-cold and steely although vastly different from each other.

Ranboo's green eye was purple, and the black tone of his skin was beginning to seep into the side with the lack of colour. The corners of his mouth were slowly splitting open wider and wider as his lips parted, allowing you to see the glowing purple colour inside his mouth.

Tubbo's was less obvious. His eyes were blank but also had a bright fire, one burning for revenge, reflected in them. His ears weren't flicking and neither was his tail, his entire body stiff except for a faint sound giving away the fact that his teeth were grinding together.

As much as you tried to endure it, the grip became too harsh and you couldn't help but give a small pained gasp. This caused all physical contact with you to suddenly vanish as the two boys immediately flung themselves away from you, horror and fear in their eyes.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!"

"Are you okay?! Do you need an ice pack?!"

"Or a bandage from my claws?!"

They were both kneeling on the ground in front of you with both of your hands in their grasps again. They repeatedly turned your hands in their own, testing the joints and checking for marks or bruising. "Boys, boys!" You laughed softly, placing your hands on their heads to ruffle their hair gently. You pulled your left hand adorned with two beautiful rings and held it up for them to see, flexing it and moving it around, "See? Perfectly fine. No pain whatsoever!"

While they seemed to have calmed down a lot, they still seemed to be extremely upset and guilty. "I'm still going to get an ice pack... We don't want our wife to be injured..." Tubbo murmured as he quickly got up and walked towards the kitchen.

"I will get started on dinner. And as an apology, I'm making your favourite. (F/f)." Ranboo tried to be a little more upbeat than Tubbo, but you could still see the small amounts of guilt as he turned and followed after the goat hybrid.

Sighing softly at their overreactions, you leaned back against the couch...

Before doing a double-take.

Adorned with rings?!

You quickly flung yourself forward again and looked at your left hand. On your ring finger were two diamond rings, one gold with a green gemstone, and the other silver with a black gemstone, both glistening a faint purple from enchantments...

...

When did these get put on you- wait... Did Tubbo say... wife?

#tubbo x reader #yandere tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #yandere ranboo x reader #mcyt x reader #yandere mcyt x reader #mcyt #ranboolive #ranboo #tubbo #dream smp #dsmp #ranboo dsmp #ranboo dreamsmp #tubbo dsmp #tubbo dreamsmp #tubbo mcyt #ranboo mcyt

[tarosin]

The great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo and ranboo - the best mcc team

this is an extra to the great adventures series

the moment you found out ranboo got into mcc you instantly ran into the room you were sharing pulling him into a hug you were honestly so proud of him and he was going to be with tubbo

“BOO I'M SO PROUD OF YOU YOU'RE GOING TO DO AMAZING”

unfortunately, you weren’t going to be in mcc this month but that didn’t stop you from being over the moon for your friend. when it was finally time for mcc you wished your friend good luck and apologised for not being able to watch his pov as you weren’t about to break the tradition of watching Tommy after all he was your first and biggest supporter. 3 hours later the event ended and everyone who was watching ranboos pov heard you faintly screaming at Tommy over discord whilst tubbo sat laughing and ranboo was concerned, he heard from Tommy that you would often yell at him however he didn’t believe that he was being honest

“FUCK YOU TOMMY STOP LAUGHING YOU HIT ME IN TO GET TO THE OTHER SIDE ON PURPOSE THEN LAUGHED ABOUT ME NOT BEING IN…..fine when I get in I’m requesting to be on Scott's team…I’m still mad at you but you did great I'm so proud of you congrats Tommy I’ll see you soon goodbye”

at the start of the next month, you received a message from Scott

Scott: so I have a few things to tell you 1 - how would you feel about becoming head twitch mod it’s only fair you’ve been my mod for a while and 2 - welcome to mcc make sure to fill in the form asap!

y/n: 1 - of course I’d love to be head twitch mod and 2 - heh??

not long later you received a form at the same time as your friends, you decided not to tell anyone and somehow you managed to keep it a secret, Scott agreed to lie to the others about whos team they’re on as he knew how excited everyone was going to be. today was the day your big secret would be released, you Tommy tubbo and ranboo were sat outside when the notification went out announcing the team honestly you’ll never forget the look on their faces when they realised

MCChampionship_ tweeted: 👑announcing team green guardians 👑

@tommyinnit @tubbolive @ranboosaysstuff @y/n

Watch them in MCC on Saturday, August 28th at 8 pm BST!

“Y/N WHAT THE FUCK”

“congrats y/n”

ranboo didn’t say anything he just tackled you into a hug like you did last month when you found he was in mcc. Tommy and tubbo were still processing what they just read

“Scott fucking lied to me”

“aye I told him to”

“what the fuck”

from then the four of you would constantly stream with each other on the mcc training server, you were a strong team when you weren’t yelling at each other.

time flew by soon enough it was the 28th of August. Tommy genuinely couldn’t believe it his best friend was in mcc and on a team with him and he genuinely believed you all had a decent chance in winning as you were a strong team. Tommy invited you over to stream mcc he claimed it was because there would be three people trying to stream in the same room, in reality, it was because he wanted to see your reaction and be there for your first mcc.

Tommy let you stream from his room he had spent the previous night getting advice from tubbo on how he managed to set up so he could stream with ranboo in the same room.

“you ready y/n”

“of course I’ve been watching and learning from the best”

you and Tommy set up and joined the discord call and the mcc server, it was finally time. similarly to ranboo this was something you had wanted to do since Tommy told you all about it on your way home from school one day. 30 minutes later it was time for the games to begin and this is where the chaos began.

“you know what I hope it’s build mart”

“what the fuck y/n”

“fuck you I’m good at build mart- oh you’re joking it’s fucking parkour tag”

this is when you realised that two screaming teenagers in the same room both trying to stream the event wasn’t the best idea, you and Tommy would constantly scream at poor ranboo who was just trying to hunt the other team

“RANBOO CATCH THEM”

“really y/n?! I thought I’d let them win this round”

unsurprisingly your team was doing great you had won 7/8 rounds but there was still one more round, determined to be the one to get dream you decided to be the hunter

“y/n don’t worry if you can’t get them we’re doing well”

“Y/N IGNORE RANBOO ME AND TOMMY DON'T WANT TO LOSE”

“not putting pressure on me at all thank you boys”

being close friends with technoblade gave you an advantage you didn’t expect due to the fact he helped to “train” you for your first mcc which ended up being the reason you were able to catch them all and then helped the others avoid being caught

“tubbo he's to your left TUBBO I SAID HES TO YOUR LEFT WHY ARE YOU GOING LEFT TOMMY RUN RUN RUN RUN ranboo you’re doing great”

“NO WAY”

you had just successfully won the round against dream sapnap George and quackity and you would never let dream live this down

“do you guys think dream will let me be in one of his manhunts now”

“no”

“fuck you tubbo you’re just mad you couldn’t catch all the runners in yellow yaks. you couldn’t catch jack manifold”

so far everything was going well you were currently in 4th place and your team had high hopes. you all felt the need to confirm to your chats that you’re all not actually mad at each other and not to worry about everything.

the next game was survival games ranboo wasn’t ready for this due to the last mcc where he died pretty early on, it started well you all stuck together as a team until the game was nearly over and you got distracted by a chest and ran away from the others whilst they were fighting another team this ended up being a happy accident in disguise you got the notification that Tommy tubbo and ranboo were killed fighting another team

“oh fuck”

“WE COULD HAVE WON WAIT Y/N DID YOU DIE”

“no”

tubbo could practically hear your smile as you explained to them that you ran off and was currently under a tree watching the others fight, you used the fact they died in the game to your advantage they would tell you if anyone was coming to attack you whilst you ran around collecting loot avoiding the others shooting arrows

“AYO STOP FUCKING SHOOTING ME ITS MY FIRST MCC LET ME WIN”

“Y/N HAVE YOU GOT LAVA”

“I DO AAAAAA PISS OFF LET ME WIN”

“USE THE LAVA YOU CAN EASILY TAKE OUT HALF OF THE REMAINING PLAYERS”

to everyone’s surprise, it worked due to the border being smaller so there was less room to run soon it was you vs punz at this point you were determined to win

“GO Y/N GO GO GO HIT HIM YOU CAN DO IT”

“you’re doing so well y/n”

some may call it beginners luck but you ended up winning the fight against punz

“LETS FUCKING GO Y/N”

“I DID IT OH MY GOD”

the next game was hole in the wall and long story short you sucked, ranboo on the other hand did not. it didn’t take long for you to fall every single round. this helped the others though as you were able to yell which side the wall was coming from

“fuck this stupid game the wall hates me”

“y/n you're supposed to jump through the gaps“

“you know what no I’m going to get on a sapnap alt stream by glitching through”

this didn’t work you died again

“well fuck there I go I guess you’ve got this though guys Tommy you’re doing decent”

“I'm doing great thank you- oh I died FUCK YOU FOR DISTRACTING ME”

“blah blah blah GO TUBBO AND RANBOO”

you couldn’t believe it ranboo was one of the final people remaining, unfortunately, ranboo jumped too late resulting in him falling but nonetheless you were proud of him

“unlucky boo you all did great”

the next game was battle box the four of you had been practising this a lot so there was a lot of pressure to do well especially since you were now in the top 3 on the leaderboard, the strategies you made from practicing paid off you managed to win the majority of the rounds, however, there was a lot of screaming and arguing during the last round

“RANBOO STOP STEALING MY KILLS OR I'M GOING TO START HITTING YOU WITH A SWORD”

“he’s been stealing mine too y/n”

tubbo was honestly playing well during this game and you were amazed

unfortunately, the arguing resulted in you losing the round as you were all focusing on arguing which meant you missed the other team rushing to wool

“unlucky boys”

“7 wins out of 9 rounds honestly isn’t that bad we should still be third we just need to stay strong with the rest of the games”

during the break before the last four games, the four of you sat making plans for the next few round

“I want to get to the other side last I think that will be our strength”

there was still a rather long break left so you did what anyone else would do run around the server and yell this was a huge mistake as it messed with the soundproofing resulting in tommys mic picking you up and vice versa

“so I guess we’re streaming like this now”

“FIX IT”

“well since you asked so nicely tubso…no”

tubbo ended up doing the same to the soundproofing in the room he was in with ranboo were in meaning all four of you were now having a scuffed stream as you ran out of time to fix it because before you knew it, it was time to play sky battle

“right we should go left”

“tubbo will get iron Tommy will make the bridge and y/n will do…something”

you did the same thing techno did in the pride mcc and hid occasionally breaking blocks from underneath people so they would fall the others were doing well the game was a mixture of you all encouraging each other and you all cursing each other out whilst ranboo ignored you all and spoke to his chat

“chat I know you can hear double everyone if I could fix it I would but tubbo y/n and Tommy are being too stubborn to fix everything and we don’t have time”

“Y/N WHERE ARE YOU”

“making people fall to their death can we talk about our feelings now because this is stressful as hell”

“NOT THE TIME”

you all did decently you weren’t amazing at this game but that was expected it was something you all weren’t the biggest fan of but somehow you were all still in third place and that was something you weren’t expecting especially for your first mcc

it was now time for sands of time you all needed to do well

“bruh I wanted build mart what the fuck is this”

“we’re not going to win this game boys”

and tubbo would be corrected that that statement, you ended up having a visual glitch making it difficult, Tommy would constantly get trapped in a dungeon like last time things weren’t loading for ranboo you had no idea what tubbo was doing and quite frankly you didn’t want to find out unless it was going to be good news and considering all you could hear was tubbo yelling anything that came to mind you could guess it wasn’t going well. you tried to rage quit a couple of times only to be yelled at by the others every time you disconnected from the server

“Y/N STOP LEAVING”

“I CAN'T SEE SHIT”

“you’re doing well y/n stay calm we’re going to be fine”

“OH I CAN'T PLAY THIS GAME I'M DYSLEXIC”

“CLEARLY WE'RE NOT FINE TUBBO IS STRUGGLING TOMMY IS LOCKED IN A DUNGEON AND I CAN'T SEE SHIT...HAVE YOU GOT THE LETTER N YET”

“no, they’re spawning one in for me”

“could them maybe I don’t know speed up the process”

yeah you ended up losing that game and got knocked down the 4th good news is it was only by a couple hundred points

next up was ace race

“do yous reckon Scott's tested this map”

“aren’t you his head twitch mod”

“you’re right I'll message him and find out”

luckily you all managed to do pretty well, Tommy was off to a great start you tubbo and ranboo weren’t far behind you all agreed to follow each other rather than the crowd which paid off as when everyone else went the wrong way rather than following you all managed to go the right way thanks to ranboo yelling he thinks that he knows where to go and thankfully he was correct which put Tommy first tubbo second ranboo third and you fourth, you all ended up lapping people on your final lap and honestly, none of you guessed this would happen but you weren’t exactly complaining. a few moments later you all crossed the finishing line and were the first team to finish giving you the bonus points you needed to push you to second place

“did you know since I first got into mcc I would put y/ns name down for who I wanted to play with”

“TOMMY OH MY GODDDD”

a few seconds later you showed up on Tommy's face cam as you ran over to him giving him a hug

“you’re doing great y/n we might get into dodgebolt”

“dude we’re winning this shit”

soon enough it was time for the last game (unless you got into dodgebolt) and luckily it was to get to the other side

“we've got this we have actually got this we’re going to get to dodgebolt”

you stuck with Tommy for almost every round mainly because speed bridging wasn’t for you. you were all doing great you were the first team to finish for multiple rounds however you were also the last team to finish for a few rounds

“boys I'm not sure if we’ll get through”

“We all had fun”

“if we get into dodgebolt we’re going to be against dream”

“WILL YOU ALL FUCKING FOCUS”

“no- OW TOMMY HIT ME WITH A PEN”

“IT WAS THE CLOSEST THING WOULD YOU RATHER I CHUCK MY COMPUTER MOUSE”

“will you two quit fighting we’re about to find out the final scores.”

3..2..1

“oh my god”

“what the fuck”

“ranboo and y/n are about to play dodgebolt”

“LETS GO WHAT THE FUCK”

you all did it you successfully kept 2nd place somehow now all you had to do was win dodgebolt against dream George sapnap and quackity. safe to say you and ranboo were nervous as fuck and rightfully so as you all lost the first game

“let’s be serious we need to focus now”

you all won the next round

“LETS FUCKING GO WE'VE GOT THIS”

it was now the third round Tommy and tubbo were now out it was you and ranboo against dream and sapnap

“bruh were fucked ranboo”

ranboo took aim and somehow hit sapnap whilst you took a moment to type a message in chat

y/n: it’s my first mcc how do you feel knowing you’re about to lose

it was now your turn to take aim and Tommy yelling in the background wasn’t helping you and the yelling made you shoot before you were ready luckily ranboo picked up an arrow and was able to hit dream, it was now 1 vs 2 if you won this round you would all be the champions and that’s exactly what happened you all quit yelling at each other hell you muted the discord call so you could focus all you could hear was Tommy next to you occasionally supporting you

“come on y/n final round. you’re about to win your first mcc I’m so proud of you”

“you’re doing amazing Tommy thank you for everything now let’s win this thing”

and just like that, it was over Tommy took the final shot and hit sapnap

you all unmuted the four of you yelling

“TOMMY TUBBO RANBOO I'M SO PROUD OF YOU GUYS”

“WE DID IT WE FUCKING DID IT”

“OH MY GOD”

“WELL DONE EVERYONE”

this time Tommy ran over to you pulling you into a hug he was genuinely so proud of you and the others

“you did it y/n you won your first mcc that’s amazing”

“I couldn’t have done it without you or the others I love you all”

after talking to the other teams and ending stream

you and Tommy stayed on call with tubbo and ranboo

“you two need to make your way back here”

“me and y/n could probably catch a train if we’re very quick”

you nodded and quickly grabbed everything you needed thankfully your good luck hadn’t come to an end yet as you and Tommy were able to catch one of the last trains, Tommy had an arm around you as he noticed you were getting tired after all you did just go through the stress of your first mcc to over 170k viewers you ended up falling asleep on his shoulder a few hours passed and you were at the last stop Tommy lightly tapped your shoulder

“hey y/n were here tubbo and ranboo are waiting for us over there…let’s go celebrate this win shall we”

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the antarctic idiots [pt.1] - c! technoblade

summary; in which two anarchist piglins adopt an ender boy.

genre; child! ranboo, piglin hybrid! reader, slight canon divergence from dream smp, fluff, found family au is my shit, reader is now ranboo’s parent i don’t make the rules, techno is a grumpy father but it’s okay you love him, realistic minecraft? (idk how to describe it-)

pairing; c! technoblade x reader, platonic! ranboo x reader

word count; 1.5k

a/n; fuck it, it is here now. here’s the techno x reader you fucking simps. i can’t even be mad bc i too am a simp for the anarchist pig that is technoblade. 

i hope this is somewhat up to par with everyone’s expectations since i hyped this up so much. this is one of the few writings that i actually like so- i couldn’t resist waiting so long to post it AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

next >

now you never really expected to find yourself on a side of history that was deemed "the villain's side", especially when the villain wasn't even that bad.

okay, that's a bit of a lie. this piglin man blew up an entire country to end government. plus he has evaded his taxes. i mean the list goes on but that's not the entire point here.

the point is, you found yourself actually being friends (even going as far as housemates) with the so-called evil anarchist.

now we might be moving too fast here, so let's move it back a little bit.

"so you want me to join pogtopia?" you looked up, shutting the book in your hand as you leaned back on your chair. "and what would i get in return exactly?"

"...our friendship won't die?" the voice of wilbur soot rings in your quiet home, unsure and nervous at your stern aura and words.

"why can't you just help us?!" tommy flared up, nearly throwing a fit if not for his older brother holding him back.

"just because i am your friend, does not mean i am interested in fighting for your conflicts." you place the book on the small side table, adjusting your gloves while you explain yourself to the two boys, "i'm not saying i'm a pacifist, but i'm not here to fight. i live far away for a reason. i told you this before."

"can i call in that favor then?" wilbur asked. "you still owe me one." you huffed at his words. you saw this coming.

"you're lucky i'm a nice person most of the time." you sighed, standing up and nearly towering over the two boys if not for wilbur being a bit taller than you. "i will get my stuff packed, and then we can get to your pogtopia. but while i do that, please explain the whole situation." since you lived so far away from society, you didn't know too much about what was happening unless wilbur told you about it and wilbur never really talked to you too often.

"well, you know how we had l'manburg.." and then he starts to explain how that completely backfired on them because they lost the election and now they lost their country. "and now we want to fight back for l'manburg." wilbur finishes explaining as you put your old netherite sword in its sheath that hung on your waist. "we just need your help. are you willing to train us?"

"it's not like i have much of a choice since you're cashing in that favor." you pointed out. "i better not be staying for too long."

"i can't make any promises about that." you sighed. "you ready?"

"unfortunately." it was time to leave your home and face violence once again.

"if it makes you feel any better, you're not the only person we've asked to help us." tommy says in an attempt to get you out of your bitter mood.

"that made me feel worse, tommy. i think you guys would've been fine without me if you have another person helping you other than tubbo." you slung your bag over your shoulder. "but if you really insist on getting the help of me, then who am i to judge?"

"since it seems like you're ready now, let's go to pogtopia!" tommy said, ignoring most of your words of complaints as he starts to drag you by the arm towards the dream smp. "it's quite the walk from here. why do you live so far from everyone? don't you get lonely? why didn't you join l'manburg with me and will?"

"slow down with the questions, tommy. first of all, i've told you and wilbur why i live far away, you did not listen though." you pressed a finger on his forehead, earning a huff of annoyance from the blonde. you moved your hand back to your side. "i simply do not like people. also why get pulled into conflict that you never were apart of to begin with? but that's pretty hypocritical of me to say now."

"i get that you're not fond of people, but aren't you lonely out here?" you three walked into the portal that would take you right into the nether. the sounds of bubbling lava and squealing pigmen was always an oddly comforting sound to hear.

"i'm perfectly content in my house. even if it's very far from others. i'm happy." you answered though your words sounded so... monotonous. tommy gave you a look, he definitely didn't believe you. "i know i don't sound happy but i am." before you knew it, you made it to the other nether portal which would actually take you to the manburg and pogtopia. oh how you didn't miss this place at all.

you never liked how manburg was ran even before shlatt was elected. you never really like government in general. it always seemed to be ruining everything. freedom never felt like freedom, at least that's what you thought especially when there was a goverment.

"welcome to pogtopia!" you were so deep in your own thoughts that you hadn't realized that you had made it to pogtopia.

"so where is your other helper? the first choice that wasn't me?" you asked.

"i think he might be here. he's been staying up for a long time. ever since he got in here." wilbur said. "technoblade? you here?" wilbur leads you to a potato farm and you soon feel a sense of familiarity as you enter the room.

"yeah." a low huff is heard, causing you and wilbur to turn your heads toward the source of the sound. "i'm here." what immediately catches your attention is the crown messily placed on his head as he farms. as a piglin, you've always been fond of gold, that adoration never left you once you went to the overworld. you never really wore a crown but you wore a gold pendant instead that was pinned to your cape.

"you have a really pretty crown." it takes you a minute to realize that those words came out of your mouth. "fuck, i didn't mean to say that out loud." you explained quickly to the male that was farming. "piglin things." you muttered.

"a very unexpected compliment. understandable." techno said. "wilbur, who is this again? have i met them?"

"well, you'd think you know each other since you're both piglins, but i guess the world is bigger than i thought. well, technoblade, meet y/n, y/n, meet technoblade."

"i call him the blade." tommy said smugly. "the blade! how's the potato planting doing?"

"it's doing fine. i didn't expect any company to come though."

"well, this is the person that we wanted to recruit for pogtopia."

"nice to meet you, even if the circumstances aren't the best. wilbur is lucky i owe him a favor." you said. "i sort of expected meeting you since tommy and wilbur mentioned you once they came to get me. i just never expected to see another piglin here in the overworld."

"never expected to see another piglin here either." techno hummed slightly.

maybe staying in pogtopia won't be too bad. at least you made a friend?

that was sort of a lie. you and techno never really talked after the encounter. it never worried you, you’re not one for conversation right now anyways. you had a mission to do and you’re gonna do it. you didn’t have time to make friends, at least that’s what you thought. friends seemed to be temporary in the smp, considering the wars that were and have happened.

you weren’t going to make another friend, knowing that you just might get pulled into their fights.

“why did you stop fighting once you left l’manburg?” wilbur’s voice rings in the small fighting pit that was made for training.

“i simply didn’t find the need to fight. it doesn’t mean i’m any weaker though. i will still fight for what i want to fight for.” and that’s gonna be really ending this whole government. you think to yourself, letting the nighttime ambience fill the air.

“you still have your lives...right?” you show him your wrist which had 3 hearts tattooed on it. 

“i’ve been living away from everyone, of course i won’t die that easily.” you let out an empty laugh. “bold of you to assume i would even die.”

“i know it’s ridiculous to even think that you would lose a life after you left l’manburg but what if dream were to chase you down and kill you?”

“i understand your worry, but need not to worry, i can handle myself. if i couldn’t you guys would never even assign me as cavalry captain those years ago.” you said, unbuttoning your gold pendant to place it on the stone cold floor along with your other accessories you had. “it’s not like dream can do too much to me. we made a deal after all.”

“a deal?” wilbur raised an eyebrow as he took off his jacket, tossing it on the ground.

“don’t be too concerned. i’m not like eret. i wouldn’t betray you.”

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𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑝𝑡 3

Masterlist // part one // part two

Sapnap x reader !p !child reader

Pronouns used: none specified!

Warnings: swearing, death, betrayal

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Being sapnaps child will include..

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𝐏𝗼𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐥

Apparently the castle got attacked

George was killed by the one and only technoblade

You haven’t personally met the man but you respected him

After all he is a legend

But he killed George

So you were dragged with sapnap when he got pinged on his coms

Dream and George were arguing on the prime path

The sight somewhat terrified you

They were supposed to be best friends?

Dream is the strongest person on the server

George was supposed to be the most unproblematic and protected person

For some reason Quackity was also there

Hiding in the corner of Tommy’s house

“You don’t give a shit about us”

Those words brought some hurt to you as they left sapnaps mouth

“Of course I care about you! I just want to keep him safe.”

The three most important men in your life

The dream team, and ultimate trio the friendship that could never crack! The ones who raised you to be who you are

They were falling apart

“George is no longer king!”

Quackity was just eating all of the drama

Damn duck

“I’ve done so much for you, I hope you don’t forget.”

“Like what?” “I helped you raise a child Sap, a damn child.”

That pissed the both of you off

As if you didn’t just recently spend a whole day with him

None the less your whole life

Being drawn into wars, multiple actually

Practically being drawn to death

“Don’t you bring them into this Dream.”

“Eret is now king again, he can actually rule this place.”

“I was the best king this server ever had!”

So there it happened

The crown was snatched off of George’s head and you were dragged along with it

“Don’t worry, we can start our own place!”

“El rapids it is”

𝐄𝐥 𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐬

You were 100% skeptical about all of this

You didn’t trust that this would be good

I mean how could you

Everything that someone starts on the server

Dies, explodes, nukes, or straight up fails

So instead you went down to Lmanburg for the day!

You went to Nikkis bakery to get something to eat

She was glad to give you a couple snacks for the road

So while you were walking around the new area you spotted dream

“Where you heading off to?”

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

You both eyed each other weirdly

“Aren’t you supposed to hate me?”

You just laughed

Ofcourse you were upset

But you were also bored

“And?” “Come on let’s go see tommy”

So you agreed and carelessly followed the green man

You missed Tommy, after not having seen him for a bit

Fucking hell you needed friends

But when you got there

“Why the fuck is everything gone!”

You ran around the now blown up area

The tents were destroyed and signs were thrown around

Then you noticed the large pillar

You instantly ran to dream, begging him to give you a pearl

He was upset himself he lost his leech

So you threw the pearl up thankfully landing on the pillar

Looking around to see if there was any way he could’ve survived

But you accidentally tripped

And lost your first life

𝐘/𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝗼𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝗼𝗼 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 ♡︎♥︎♥︎

𝐏𝐫𝗼𝐩𝗼𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐬

You woke up screaming in your bed

The three lines on your wrist now faded into two

Sapnap came rushing in holding you lose to him

You tried not to but you cried a little

This was your first time loosing a life..

And you didn’t even mean too!

“Your never fucking leaving me again.”

Karl came in with Quackity following after

Karl just like snatched you away from sapnap and just held you

That man was ready to go back in time and reverse that from ever happening

Trust me he will if you ever loose another life

So after that everyone kept a close eye on you

That was until one day you were with your dad

You both were at your old house just chilling around

Before he handed you two velvet boxes

You were in awe of the two rings that sat in them

Who the fuck paid for these??

“I’m going to purpose.”

You almost dropped the boxes

“What?”

Sapnap just kept smiling

“You really like em huh” “Yeah flame, I love them.”

So you just hugged him

Internally freaking the fuck out

What would this mean???

Three dads? What if they wanted another child! Oh hell no

So you all stood in el rapids

Candles were spread around the top of the grassy hill

There were flowers blooming from every direction and lanterns set afloat

It looked mystical

You watched as sapnap got down on one knee

Karl was in shock, tears streaming down his eyes

Quackity looked love struck, looking into sapnaps eyes with total adoration

So when they said yes your dad called you and the other two just hugged you

“I’m guessing they said yes” you laughed

“Yeah they did!”

You couldn’t help but be happy

Your dad finally found some happiness

Even tho life was going to shit

If you won’t be there

He’ll have them

𝐋𝗺𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝗺

Oh wait shit did someone spot tommy?

There was supposed to be a festival today

So you went to go check it out

Maybe throw a ball at the furry

“Go fetch!” You shouted at fundy

Yeah he was not happy and just threw you the finger

“Hey N/n is Dream coming?”

You were excited that Tubbo was actually talking to you again

“Huh? Oh yeah I think” “Great thanks”

And back to the disappointment

So you walked over to get a pretzel or some shit

And then heard everyone making a commotion

There he was, Dream walking in (angry) with full netherite armor

Damn dude respect some tradition

“Tommy blew up the fucking community house”

Did someone say tommy?

Oh you were ready to kill that bastard

Hell if Dream didn’t you most definitely will

So you followed everyone to the community house

Yeah you were ready to fucking cry

One of your homes, the place you’d always confide in since you were little

Where dream and George both helped raise you

Now blown to shreds

“What the fuck”

They were talking about Tubbo giving up the discs

Oh we are not going through that shit all over again

And this time the odds are most definitely not in your favor

Then tommy appeared half invisible

“YOU FUCKING DICKHEAD I THOUGHT YOU DIED YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT”

You litterly stabbed him, having to be held back by Quackity

“Alright hot shot, lets let them have their argument”

Tommy sent you an apologetic look already on the verge of tears

“Tubbo your not seriously considering this”

Then it hit everyone

“The discs were worth more then you ever were!”

Oh yeah we’re you already pissed off at tommy?

Yeah

And he just made it worse

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY TO TUBBO YOU SHIT HEAD”

Yeah you didn’t take pretending to be dead very lightly

Oh shit why was techno there

never mind, Lmanburg will be gone by tomorrow

No point killing tommy yet

Whos side were you on?

Neither. You litterly went into that battle feild and killed some shit

That was until multiple pieces of tnt landed ontop of your head

And that’s where you lost your second life

Shit

𝐘/𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐰 𝐮𝐩 ♡︎♡︎♥︎ ⚠︎︎ᴏɴᴇ ʟɪғᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴɪɴɢ

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐬𝗼𝐧

This time when you won’t up it didn’t feel as bad

But you still screamed

A rush of a heartburn and scars employed on your body

The second line now faded into one

Shit

You were only 16-17 and on one life??

Die young the better

You waited out in your bed until the end of the fight

Death alerts and messages drowning out your communicator

But you had no energy what so ever

Until it all went quiet

You tried your damn best to get out of bed and walked to the damaged Lmanburg

There were people crying

Others were severely hurt

Then there were those who were perfectly fine

The whole place was a crater

Lmanburg.. the place of agony and depths of your pain

Now it’s finally gone

What the hell are you gonna do now?

Quackity spotted you calling out for Sapnap

You felt like you were gonna be crushed under their hold

“I’m gonna fucking kill dream.” You heard Quackity mutter

Sapnap felt like a bad father

Who lets their kids die twice?

(Cough cough Wilbur and dream)

Then suddenly things switched around

You were walking around with a bloodied nose and black eyed Tommy

Yeah you did a number on him

But it’s okay since he was your best friend

And there was a sign inside his house

“Wednesday you and Tubbo. Bring no one or anything, lets settle this once and for all”

The final disc war

“Tommy you can’t go” “I’m going N/n, he has my discs.”

So you like cried a little bit lined up on the prime path

Giving the two probably the last hugs they’ll ever get

Prime you really didn’t want to loose them

So you ran straight to church prime

Litterly begging Master Oolong that they won’t die

“Please please please spare them. Pogchamp.”

(Please this is all jokes and old references don’t cancel me)

You got a blast message from punz on your comms with cords

“Come here. bring your best armor”

So you did so running to the nearest ender chest

If walking means saving tommy and Tubbo, it’s somewhat worth it

Sapnap made sure you didn’t leave his side as you traveled around the nether

even tho you could literally swim in the lava

So just to piss him off

You jumped in

The sigh of relief this man

Yeah he’s gotten a little more paranoid for you

But it’s okay since it’s in love

You looked around the weird black stone room

There were two giant photos of the discs

And everything was made out of the same material

No design what so ever

Tommy and Tubbo ran to you like you were gonna protect them

“Dream why” you asked as he was incased in the blocks

Down on his last life

Just like you

‘I’m sorry’ he mouthed to you

Why was he apologizing to you?

Hasn’t he hurt everyone here

You looked around the different items

Tracing the outline of the item frames

Gasping in shock as you a cage with your name on it next to badboyhalo

“Tell em what you told me! How you blew up the community house!”

Your neck spun around faster then an owl doing that 360 thing

You picked up your ace seriously read to slash his head off

“Wait wait! Lets put him in the prison.”

So they took him off

And it pained you to see it

You trusted that man for a very long time

Nothing stays the same on the Dream Smp

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TUMBLR WOULDNT LET ME WRITE MORE KMS. So yes I’m sorry but there will have to be a part FOUR. I just wanted to finish this-

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