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Shameful Company [ch 3] Lady Lie [2/4]

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The village Tommy grew up in was located in a beast's territory, a man eating serpent's. Isolated from the world, all he's ever known is loneliness. When he's forced outside the safety of the town walls he meets a stranger who claims to live beyond the village. They become fast friends despite the fact that the man is clearly hiding something - but can you really blame Tommy? He's never had a friend before.

CW for entire fic: - Wilbur eats people lol - swearing title taken from 'Shameful Company' by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

chapter title taken from 'Lady Lie' by Rainbow Kitten Surprise inspired by the talented @beckyu and her story 'My Monster to Slay' (tumblr) (AO3)

also!! big thanks to beckyu for beta reading ty tyty

word count: 3.3k 🐍 read it on AO3

After reviewing his latest case and agreeing to take it on, Phil immediately flew to Technoblade’s lair for counsel. He hadn’t expected his son to be thrilled with the assignment given the target, but he’ll admit he was surprised when Technoblade had been adamantly against it.

He regarded Phil with an unimpressed, half lidded look. “Do you need to be put on suicide watch?”

Phil snorted lightly, but Technoblade sharply continued, “I could keep you here as long as I wanted. You know I’ve been looking for an excuse.”

Unfortunately, it was true. Being part of a dragon’s hoard had drawbacks, though for Phil’s sake Techno promised he'd make an effort to treat him as his own person. Nonetheless, Phil wasn’t blind to the fact that he regarded the whole thing as a courtesy he entertained despite it bothering him. Technoblade wanted true possession, and it was only love that prevented this.

None the wiser to Phil’s discomfort, Technoblade sat up, yawning and stretching before shifting into his other form. Through the clearing rosy smoke, he sauntered forward. He was around ten feet tall and with a hint of approval, Phil noted how healthy he looked. His muscular frame was padded out, and it was clear he was taking better care of himself since the last time they’d been together. He wore royal silks and lovely gold chains, and a priceless crown sat lopsided in his hair.

Phil knew without asking that it was real. Dragons tended against social hierarchies and leaderships, hence why so many attacked human kingdoms. Perhaps it was wrong, but he couldn’t help but to feel pride at the idea. He always worried that by raising Technoblade he had ripped him away from his heritage, but knowing that he’d been out raiding monarchs and filling up his hoard with their treasures was all the proof Phil needed that his child was turning out okay. He was satisfied with this, though with a slight turn of unease he had to wonder if there were any bounties out on Technoblade’s head. He quickly dismissed it as parental fussiness - his son was a dragon for heavens’ sake, there was nothing to worry about. And if there was, he could only hope that Technoblade wouldn’t be too stubborn to reach out for help.

He was snapped from his thoughts as Technoblade came to a stop before him. At his son’s request, Phil had been sitting on fancy cushion, a purple velvety thing, that had been set at the base of a mound of golden knick knacks. With Techno bearing down at him and a wall of gold at his back, he couldn’t help but to feel slightly caged in.

Exasperatedly, Techno began, “Are you stupid? Nagas are notoriously territorial and possessive, damn near as bad as dragons are, and if what you said about this one is true, then - ”

“ - then it’s especially dangerous and the stakes are even higher, I know,” Phil cuts in, “but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s just a kid. He needs help Tech, you know I have to do this.”

He huffed and smoke rose from his nose in a clear sign of agitation. “He’s torturing people - I don’t think he wants the kind of help you’re looking to provide.”

Phil resisted the urge to respond that the same case had been made to him about Technoblade years prior, and instead gently responded, “Even if he doesn’t want my help, it’s what he needs. And in any case, that should be irrelevant - if I’m equipped with the tears of a selkie, I should be fine.”

Technoblade shrugged in an affected show of nonchalance. “And if I don’t give you the tears?”

Phil gave him a look. “I’m going regardless. Unless you literally plan on keeping me with the rest of your hoard, you can’t stop me from doing this.”

He visibly clenched his jaw, but other than that his expression was stoic. Phil knew him well enough to know that he was sincerely considering holding him there, but he also trusted him enough to hope that he wouldn’t.

He leaned down and easily picked his father up in bridal style. Phil felt a lurch in his stomach as he was lifted, but he remained quiet, letting Techno fuss. He let himself be carried further into the hoard until Technoblade stopped and gently set him down on a decadent throne.

He took the crown from his head and idly slid it onto his father’s. “I don’t want a pissing match with a naga, Phil.”

“I won’t put you into that position.”

“But you are. Right now. Don’t ask me to let you go.”

Phil took one of Technoblade’s huge hands gave a few comforting squeezes as best he could. “I’m sorry.”

Technoblade’s face remained neutral.

“I have Chat.”

“I know.”

“And I’ll keep in contact, just as I always have.”

Technoblade pulled his hand away, and turned, stalking off.

Phil opened his mouth to say something, maybe to apologize or continue reassurances, but before he could start Technoblade had snapped open a chest and was rifling through it. He pulled something out and stared down at it, hesitation practically coming off of him in waves.

“If you’re doing this, I want more letters.”

Phil nodded, relief overcoming him. It was as much a blessing as he’d receive. “Once a week.”

“Once a week at minimum,” Technoblade corrected.

Phil laughed softly. “At minimum,” he agreed.

Techno came forward again, still looking bothered. “And if you don’t, I’m flying out there myself.”

He heard the warning in his voice. Dragons were a vengeful breed. If anything happened to Phil, the fallout would be brutal. He’d have to handle himself carefully around the naga, not just for his own sake, but for the kid’s as well.

Technoblade pushed an intricately carved flask into Phil’s hands. He turned it over, inspecting the design. A crying human lay across a moonlit beach, gazing longingly into the ocean at their reflection - an image of a seal. The tears.

Phil gave Technoblade a grateful smile. He didn’t return it.

The naga was a sorry state. He was thin and tired looking. His face lacked the sweet plump of youth and his hollow cheeks only exaggerated the purple bags under his eyes.

He would lie on the ground with a blank expression, breathing and blinking and sometimes shifting into a more comfortable position, but anything more laborious than that seemed near painful. Simply moving from one place to another took a massive toll on him and by extension, hunting was a struggle he only managed about once a day. He was constantly exhausted. If sleep came at all, it never came quietly. He’d always wake up writhing and screaming. The several minutes after were no better, for even as he sat up and cried into his hands he still seemed hazy and disconnected from anything around him.

It goes without saying it all broke Phil’s heart. He couldn’t imagine this child being capable of the violence he’d been sent to deal with and he started to doubt the claims. Perhaps there a miscommunication. Or this was a bounty he’d been hired on out of a discriminatory bias against nagas - it surely wouldn’t be the first time.

Desperate to see the best in someone so pitiful, he ruminated on these thoughts.

When he’d first arrived, Phil had noticed the community right away. It was smaller than a town but bigger than a village and surrounded by imposing walls on all sides. There was a single, highly reinforced gate, and judging by the fine layer of dust on the pulley system, the civilization was as isolated as it was sleepy. He dismissed it as irrelevant to his case and concluded that contact might be dangerous for all parties.

On the fifth day, a man exited the walls.

Phil watched, cloaked in a perception spell and a slight turn of dread in his belly. He took to the sky. Nearly half a kilometer away, he spied the naga slithering closer, eyes blown wide but otherwise expressionless.

Indecision suspended Phil.

Not only had he not collected enough information, but the antidote was still brewing. If he exposed himself, the village would demand an explanation and he’d sour his first impression with the naga.

But he knew what he had to do. He had to head back immediately and get the man out of there, cut off any risk for deadly contact. Play it safe. Give his cover away, messily insert himself into the middle and deal with the consequences after danger was averted.

…

He stayed where he was. He watched the naga moving closer and closer until he was creeping underneath where Phil hung in the sky, until he was past that and at the clearing.

He just couldn’t bring himself to turn back. The boy wasn’t exactly the picture of strength or cruelty that Phil had expected from the case details, and the reality of the situation became blurred through the days that he’d watched him.

Nonetheless, the choice to remain an observer would haunt Phil.

He flew back and landed in a tree bordering the clearing. The man stood in the center, decked out in iron armor with a heavy looking sword to match. Phil eyed him incredulously, his gaze sliding over to where the naga stalked from the shadows. The creature he saw there was nothing like the boy he’d become accustomed to in the past few days. There was a hungry look on his face, his body tense and signs of exhaustion nowhere in his demeanor. He was a big thing. Despite his frailty, he was still the most powerful creature in the forest. This man was delusional if he thought he stood a chance in a sincere stand off.

Doubt began to creep into Phil’s mind, but he clung to his resolve, his hope that the boy would show mercy. He kept an eye trained on the naga.

In a booming voice, the man announced, “Serpent! Present yourself! I, the great and brave Jared, have come to slay you. You have terrorized the people of my village for long enough, and on behalf of the council, I am here to unshackle our home from your control. Come out and face me like man!”

Phil cringed.

The naga started to move from the trees into the clearing. It must have been a terrifying sight for human eyes - the silent figure appearing from nowhere with a grim scowl and a tail that seemed to stretch on and on without end. He crept towards Jared, a mirthless smile plastered on his face.

“You wanted to see me so badly, are you not satisfied I’m here?”

With an unexpected cockiness, Jared fired back, “I’m absolutely delighted actually - I have you exactly where I want.” Quick as a lighting, he withdrew a potion dangling from a thread around his neck and downed it. A confident, punchable grin was the last thing Phil saw of him before Jared completely faded from view. An invisibility potion.

A horrified look crossed the naga’s face, but before he could properly react, he suddenly flinched and yelped out in pain, grabbing at a spot in his tail. Panic rising in his chest, Phil caught sight of a terrible wound that had begun to gush blood.

The naga’s hands were shaking as he pushed hard into his tail, blood leaking through the gaps between his fingers.

“A needle - it’s like having a needle stabbed all the way through your arm,” he gritted out. “Hurts like a bitch and your little pot trick was… neat. But really, if that’s all the harm you can do to me, I’m afraid we’re still unmatched.”

Still invisible and somewhere near his left, Jared let out a cackle. “Are you sure about that?”

The naga’s face contorted in rage and he swept his tail across the clearing in an attempt to knock him down.

“Beast!” Jared shouted, this time from behind, and before the naga could turn to face him, Phil watched as fresh points of blood appeared in the boy’s lower back. With each one, an awful scream and flinch.

He fell forward onto his hands, and suddenly the hilt of a sword - still lodged in his body - seemed to appear from thin air. Jared must have let go in surprise, so then the potions’ effects couldn’t have reached the weapon anymore.

The naga rose up from the ground, hand coming up to pull the damned thing from his back. With a squelch and whimper, he dislodged the little thing. A look of disgust and contempt on his face, he lay it flat against his middle and index finger and bent the blade down between them using his thumb. It curved like a paperclip until it couldn’t handle the tension anymore, and snapped into pieces with a metallic crunch. He discarded what remained.

There was a murderous look in his eyes when he raised his head and scanned the clearing. “What? No laughter? No insult? Haven’t you got anything to say for yourself?”

There were a few painful beats of silence where the naga waited, stretching himself out and running a hand along his back to feel the oozing blood.

“I can smell you, you disgusting little thing. I know you’re here, I know you haven’t run off. How long will that potion last? You should’ve fled when I was dealing with your toothpick. It’s a shame really - now you won’t get the chance.”

In the blink of an eye, he’d circled the perimeter of the clearing with his tail. It was a spacious, loop of a cage that Jared couldn’t escape from.

Phil inhaled sharply. He couldn’t stop this. He couldn’t stop this, could he? Oh fuck… He’d - he’d really fucked up. Fuck. Fuck.

The naga started to tighten the circle, coiling the perimeter smaller and smaller with contemptuous glee. “Not so brave now, are you? I can smell your fear. Like I could smell your arrogance when you came and your joy when you stabbed me.” He let out a vindictive scoff. “Fuck you.”

Phil’s heart pounded in his chest and he took flight, circling the clearing from above, still protected by the perception spell. He needed to intervene. He was stupid and short-sighted to have stayed out of the mess, and he was sorry. He was so fucking sorry. If Jared died, his blood would stain Phil’s hands.

The naga was almost lazy as he tightened his coils. He was enjoying it, enjoying the terror. Phil wanted to scream at himself for ever thinking that this - this fucking monster was anything other than a beast.

Suddenly there was a faint popping sound and Jared stood, dumbstruck and terrified in the center of the clearing and as far from the coils as he could manage. The potion had worn off.

The naga smiled wickedly down at him. “Found you.”

The end of his tail shot forward and he wrapped the man up, squeezing just enough to elicit pained noises but not enough to kill him. “You’ve been a real pain in my ass today. Normally I kill my prey before I eat, but for you? Hah… I think I’ve earned an exception.”

Without so much as a blink, he tossed the screaming man into his mouth. He shut it with a click and swallowed, faint cries still emanating from inside him.

Fuck. Fuck.

Phil turned away and flew. He raced to his cave and when he finally got there, he crash landed through the entrance, landing in a spilled heap on the floor.

He didn’t save Jared. He didn’t save Jared and he could’ve. He should’ve.

The naga was a sadist. Why was he surprised? He’d been warned over and over again - just because he was young didn’t mean much at all and he was so stupid for thinking -

Oh gosh, Jared -

Technoblade had warned him and he still didn’t listen, for fuck’s sake, what was he even doing there?

His mind flashed back to when he’d seen the naga approaching and had weighed the pros and cons of flying back to Jared or leaving the two to work it out on their own. He’d been riding on what - hope? Hope that stood in defiance of everything he’d been told. Right, right - that was fucking bullshit. Jared’s death was his fault.

He’d been hired to slay the serpent. Not rehabilitate him or save him, but slay him. It should have been him fighting the serpent, not that poor idiot. How many people had warned him? Why had he ignored the warnings?

He passed out on the floor.

Phil had been sitting on the ground and staring at a wall for the better part of an hour, wrestling with regret and horror when something smacked him in the face. He yelped and flinched backward, losing his balance and falling in a rather undignified manner.

There was a squawk of laughter and Phil sighed, feeling his heart start to slow and his jumpy fear be replaced by irritation. He eyed one of Chat from the floor, and suppressing the urge to yell, he gave the bird a meaningful look. It cooed apologetically.

He sighed, sitting up and rubbing a spot on his back that was bound to start bruising soon. “It’s fine… How’s Tech doing?”

The bird ruffled its feathers and loudly cawed.

Phil gave it a look of sympathy. “I guess I figured.”

He held a hand out and the bird obediently flew to his fingers. He carried it to his makeshift desk and rifled around until he found a portion of dried meat and seed. Chat gratefully dug in, and he thumbed its head affectionately before retrieving the small envelope it had used as a projectile weapon.

He sat at his desk, his companion’s soft eating the only background noise, and pushed a knife through the top of the envelope.

Phil, I hope you’re well. I gave thought to you and your mission and I wanted to you to know About the naga, I 1. more letters 2. message reg. naga Thank you for your last letter. I’m glad you I regret I was jealous I think that Phil, Nagas aren't pleasantries? no that's stupid Phil, Bring him home. You were right that he’s a kid and deserves a second chance. I’m glad we’re allies. It made my life better, and he deserves this as much as I Perhaps I was too quick in my judgment. He and I have a lot in common and it wouldn’t be right if Send me word back. Quickly. And often. Take care of yourself. - Technoblade

He read the page a few times, small curls of amusement and affection in his chest despite the circumstance.

“Chat?”

The bird cawed in response, if not a little absentmindedly as it was still digging into its meal.

“You grabbed the draft.”

Chat momentarily stopped eating, hopping over and cocking its head down at the letter. It made soft purring noises and Phil chuckled in agreement.

“He’s kind of… silly, sometimes.” He stroked the bird’s head, sinking into thought and occasionally rereading a few lines of Tech’s letter.

He didn’t know what to make of it.

He closed his eyes. He saw Jared.

“He and I have a lot in common…”

Did they? Technoblade would have never -

…

But he had. Many times.

Guiltily, Phil thought back to when he’d first broached the subject to Technoblade. How he’d thought to himself that the two really were quite similar despite his son’s protests.

But that was just on paper, a part of him insisted. It was easy to say that the two were similar when he didn’t have any real reference for the naga.

And now he did! And he could say that he was wrong.

...

No…

It still didn’t sit right with him.

He grunted, pressing the palms of his hands into his eyes.

Chat cooed worriedly and he gave it a reassuring scratch. “I’m alright. I just - ” He cut himself off. “I have a lot to think about.”

#tiny!phil #giant!wilbur #naga!wilbur #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #shapeshifter!wilbur #sizeshifter!wilbur #mcyt fanfic #adoption #angst #fluff #fantasy au #character death #giant!techno #minigiant!techno #dragon!techno #shapeshifter!techno #nobody writes #sc (fanfic)

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bonesandthebees · 5 months

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Have I mention I love the Sandduo in this? I am getting FED. it almost feels like Phil is just keeping busy while waiting for Wilbur to get to him. It could also be that Wilbur’s intel is more important than whatever he was doing.

And they get straight to business. It goes: how was the tour -> to Ranboo cut it short, but they will be useful -> Tomys has trouble keeping his mouth shot -> to the specific intel that Tomys does not know why he’s at the palace. It’s very efficient to the point it becomes clear that Wilbur has probably done this a lot, if not about info he gather somewhere then because Phil probably drilled him in learning to observe and made him recall and analyse everything he saw at certain occasions.

I love the scheming though. And Phil is so proud. He’s also laugh at his son for being offended (which, kinda bad parenting since it invalidates Wilbur’s feelings, whether or not he’s correct to be offended). Phil does get past how funny it is to because Wilbur is reacting very strongly to how annoying is (which is because of the subconscious jealousy and the fact Phil would have probably scolded him to hell and back if he’d said that to someone at 13).

Side note: I am totally not looking at Phil’s hypocrisy with [“I think you’re judging him a bit harshly. He’s thirteen.”] when we know his son was already observing council meetings at that age. Like double standard much. (Yes, I’m getting very defensive of Rose!Wilbur, he has issues and I’m here for it, but man poor kid.)

[A beat passed. Phil sighed and moved his shoulder away. / “You’ll have to learn to put up with it, because I want you to try and befriend him.”] again, disappointment when Wilbur get too stuck in his own feelings about Tomys to do what Phil wants a realise the opportunity presented to him and befriend the kid.

And it’s so interesting to see the relationship flip like that. To see how fast it goes from warm and a proud father to cold and disappointment. It once again emphasises how much Wilbur will do for his father’s approval. And it will be very interesting to see how far he’s really willing to go and how much a blind eye he will turn. He knows befriending Tomys to use his is wrong, but he’ll still do it, even though he’d rather have someone else do the dirty work and not think about the moral implications.

[Another thing they both knew: Phil said he couldn’t force him to do this, but there was no real choice here. He was his father’s son, after all.] I don’t know how long ago this chapter came out, but just know I have been losing my mind about this sentence since the chapter came out. The implications, Bee. The implications! On one side it’s the unspoken truth that Phil always gets his way and Wilbur will do anything for his father’s approval. On the other it’s the fact that, just like his father, Wilbur wants to be good at the game and get every advantage. So he will play dirty to get what he wants and show down his own emotions to do it.

2 more lines: [You have an advantage here, and you’d be a fool not to use it,” Phil said, his eyes like chips of ice as he stared Wilbur down.] Harsh and manipulative and getting exactly the result Phil wanted.

[“I’ll play nice with Tomys.”] This makes my skin crawl. And Phil going back to approval, but Wilbur still feeling cold because it’s not something he wants to do is so good. He’s still just a pawn in the game to his father, even if he’s his favourite pawn and the horse he’s banked all his money on.

That concludes chapter 2. I will be back another time for chapter 3.

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I'm so glad you're loving the sandduo there's so much of it coming your way

oh phil does have plenty to do believe me, but he's just eager to know what wilbur found out about the new potential heir as soon as possible.

I'll confirm they've done this before. phil has been training wilbur in intel gathering since he was a kid. after all, when you're hosting a ball where you get to ply a bunch of very important nobles with fine wine, it's much easier to get information out of them once they're sufficiently drunk if you're an innocent looking 12 year old kid compared to, say, the right hand to the king.

in total fairness, wilbur is being dramatic and way overreacting to tommy's comment. niki and quackity have both made jokes about his height before and he doesn't mind them, it's just that he specifically is annoyed by tommy doing it because he wants to be petty and phil can tell.

there's definitely some subconscious jealousy there though. god knows wilbur would've gotten an earful if he did half the things tommy did in that first day at his age. phil's very much being a hypocrite with the "he's only thirteen" argument but at the same time phil is thinking of it more in the sense of tommy is thirteen and wasn't raised for this lifestyle, as opposed to wilbur who he's been mentoring in these kinds of political games since he was old enough to first understand them.

wilbur's morality in this is very interesting because while he's plenty aware of certain things being wrong, he doesn't actually... care all that much? of course you could argue he just doesn't want to disappoint his father, which is very true, but even though he can see the moral issue with befriending tommy just to use him he doesn't actually have a real problem with it. there's a lot of things you'll see that wilbur knows logically are wrong, but he doesn't actually care all that much about.

so glad that line made you insane I wrote it and was like ohhhhh that's it there we are. wilbur is his father's son. he's going to do what his father asks. he's doing everything he can to become a mirror image of his father. he's already more like phil than he realizes.

:))) so glad you enjoyed!! these were very fun for me to read thank you

#ask #spruce anon #rose ch 2

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theosilvas · 1 year

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pedro pascal / 48 / cismale —have you noticed that THEO SILVA is back in town? the BARTENDER is apparently pretty LOYAL, but HE can also be a little JUDGEMENTAL. HE is always blasting IN THE AIR TONIGHT by PHIL COLLINS, as it makes them think of something from their past. i hope the VIRGO has a better time here than most.

tw: illness, death, homophobia

At the age of seven, nearly eight, the Silva family were the targets of a home robbery that left Theo without parents and sent to live with his Uncles at the other end of the continent. They always wanted kids, but not like this.

Uncle Evan was the brother of Theo's mom, but Theo developed a closer bond with his uncle's husband, Uncle Matthew, that he did with his blood relation. The man's quiet nature made him a better companion for the grieving child and together they cultivated a love for the outdoors.

Theo learned how to garden and grew an apple tree from a seed just like his kindergarten class taught him, he grew little herbs on the windowsill and watched Uncle Evan throw them in food and drinks and felt like he contributed. He also liked seeing that he could keep something alive, even if plants weren't the same as people.

He had a green thumb, but also bloody knuckles. Not all of his time was spent growing herbs and participating in 4H club. Not everyone was tolerant of Theo's family and when people tried to take it out on him, Theo pushed back. Uncle Matthew didn't approve of fighting, but Uncle Evan did, and that was the start of lessons at the gym in self defense and for the first time since moving, Theo found something besides blood to share with Evan - boxing.

As all kids do, he grew up, but he never moved far away from his family, attending college only an hour away. He wasn't a phenomenal student, never was, but Theo knew they were proud of him and supported him anyway, through thick and thin. Evan used to say that Theo needed to get a fancy diploma and go on to be a millionaire so he could support Evan and Matt once they were addled old men, and Theo always laughed and said he would, even though he knew he'd never be rich.

What happened next would have been easier if he was. Matt was diagnosed with cancer during Theo's second year of college and bills quickly piled up. Theo eventually dropped out and threw himself fully into work to try helping, but helping with the finances didn't help Matt, who lost his battle and seemed to take part of Evan with him.

There wasn't any returning to college after that, just working and trying to look out for Evan, who was never the same. The jokes about taking care of him in his old age no longer seemed like jokes, for all that Evan was only in his sixties. That still seemed like it was too young for Evan to fall apart, at least in Theo's mind.

It wasn't the life Theo planned, and he knew it wasn't the one Uncle Matt wanted for him, but Theo made do as the years past, time adding up until college was a half forgotten memory. He worked a variety of odd jobs, bouncing around between things that didn't requite any qualifications until one of Evan's friends mentioned needing a new bartender soon, and promising to hire Theo if he got certified. It would cost, but the pay raise would make up for it in a month or two.

That's where he met Lucy, and it felt like love at first sight. She became a light for him, a joy as things with Evan became worse. Theo knew his hours were difficult, that he was often preoccupied and stressed because of his family, and Lucy always seemed to handle it with grace. She handled it with grace for a few years and by the time Evan grew worse, they were engaged. Their apartment was small, and Theo was filled with ideas of moving into Evan and Matthew's old house with her one day, renovating it and having a small family with her.

Then Evan passed away from health complications and Lucy admitted to cheating on him, claiming she hadn't wanted to weigh him down with the knowledge when he was dealing with Evan in the hospital, and then the funeral. In Theo's mind, it wasn't any better finding out his fiancee was leaving him for the man she'd been having an affair with while he was grieving, and the split ended up acrimonious.

With his family dead or gone, Theo's life felt empty and he sold everything tying him to his old life before packing up and crossing the continent once again to restart his life.

#hailintro #illness tw #death tw #homophobia tw #theo; intro

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phanfictioncatalogue · 10 months

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Outside POV (5) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four

all that kindred eyes can see (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Teachers Dan and Phil figure that they could quite easily keep their relationship secret while working at the same school. It's only for half a year after all. But the keen eyes of a trio of friends soon start to pick up on little hints and clues. It's a good thing the students mostly just want to admire their love and figure themselves out along the way.

Always Together, Never Apart (ao3) - cherryblossomphil

Summary: “They were attached at the hip. The centers of each other’s lives. Inseparable.”; Dan and Phil’s relationship, as seen through the eyes of their friends (based on Vidcon 2k15)

House Hunters (ao3) - citizen101erased

Summary: Kath and Nigel go down to London to help Phil and Dan find a house to buy.

Immediate Family (ao3) - philsroots (shanegray)

Summary: “The first few times I didn’t mind all that much, but now it’s all the time and I’m starting to dread starting conversations.” Cornelia says, almost laughing.

Dan peels at the corner of the crisp bag, creating a small tear before slowly pulling it apart.

“It’s really that constant?”

or the one where Dan really wants a metaphorical picket fence and I write a love letter to being the gay cousin in a huge traditional family

Merry and Bright (ao3) - ahappyphil

Summary: Dan and Phil host their first Christmas.

now i smile and face the girl who shares my name (ao3) - plinth_of_life

Summary: kath meets her newborn granddaughter.

Oh Brother (ao3) - ahappyphil

Summary: Phil comes home from the Halloween gathering, and Martyn has questions

shadows / nocturne / parting clouds (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: Phil wakes up with a migraine, causing him to snap at Dan. Throughout the day, while visiting a city for the ii tour, Cornelia observes the tension, and eventually, the two of them console.

since i looked up to you (ao3) - morelikeexisting

Summary: I've been meaning to tell you something, but never had the courage to — it reads — basically, i am gay.

And Adrian thinks: this is how he is going to come out? Through a fucking e-mail, and then he laughs, happy and proud and overwhelmed, because confrontation has always been Dan's weakness and this ... this e-mail is so, so Dan.

( or the one where dan comes out to his brother )

slipping through my fingers (ao3) - Gal_tic

Summary: Even though he said he’d never grow up, Phil grew up.

Or, Kath reminisces on how time flies

sometime, stranger (ao3) - dieofthatroar

Summary: Karen's thoughts on a little boy she thought she knew

the bear (ao3) - dizzy, waveydnp

Summary: Seven year old Phil has an imaginary friend, and his mother is concerned.

The Fantastic Mr. Whiskers (ao3) - chiridotalaevis

Summary: Mr. Whiskers does not approve of guests. But this human? This human was ok. This human could stay.

The Royal Mr. Whiskers (ao3) - chiridotalaevis

Summary: Mr. Whiskers just could not understand why they had to move to a new apartment. This apartment was perfect! It had the couch Mr. Whiskers liked, the little nook above the fridge from where Mr. Whiskers could keep watch, a nice warm bed for him. All the smells were accounted for, all the walls sufficiently improved by Mr. Whisker’s claws. But no, apparently with Phil moving in, his humans didn’t have enough space anymore.

the conversation (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: "They had a joke in there. About a sex tape with him and Dan." A fic about Phil's parents and That Conversation.

they grew up so nicely, didn't they? (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Cornelia doesn’t just get a boyfriend when she starts dating Martyn, she gets a whole second family too. Kath and Nigel welcome her with open arms and she becomes a pseudo older sister to Phil.

She is there watching from the sidelines as a boy bolts right into Phil’s heart and sets up camp. She gets to watch as Dan and Phil build careers and an internet community and all the trials and tribulations, as well as the pride and happiness, it brings along.

through the years, we all will be together (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Martyn comes home for Christmas in 2009 and finally meets Dan, that guy his brother won’t shut up about. Ten years later, and it’s like Dan’s always been a part of the family.

Two of Martyn’s family Christmas celebrations, a decade apart.

to use black ink (ao3) - moonythejedi395

Summary: Laura Anise Jones, at the ripe old age of 12 ½, knew exactly four things in life. The first was that she would never touch illicit drugs. The second was that it was best not to tell anyone anything about herself, as nothing good would ever come of it. The third was that adults will always lie. The fourth is that the only exception to the previous rule is her English teacher, Mr. Lester.

together: a tale in five board games (ao3) - dieofthatroar

Summary: Dan in his BBC LGBT interview: "I had friends who honestly would be like, 'so, are you going to get a girlfriend at some point?' and I was like, 'so you have no idea, even though we've been friends for five years.'"

Dan and Phil have this friend that comes over for monthly board game night.

watching terrariums (ao3) - obsessivelymoody

Summary: They’re silhouetted against the gloomy grey London sky, light only touching the high points of their faces, illuminating their eyes. They look carved from marble, and by someone who is really able to capture love.

Or, Dan and Phil in 2019, told through two perspectives at two different times.

where we can live (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Karen and Kathryn wait for their sons.

"Why did we have to have kids?" (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: Cornelia is recording on her phone, hoping she’ll never forget this sight. It’s so beautiful, more beautiful than she can say. So expansive, so lush— so peaceful… peaceful…

A ficlet about peacefulness and laughter.

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dramaphan · 1 year

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am I the only queer person who’s uncomfortable with how Dan talked about ‘the straight experience’ and simultaneously seemed to imply things about the gay experience? idk, might be reading into this, but not all straights sleep around a lot (in fact, getting into a long term relationship at 18, Dan, is a very straight thing to do, I can introduce you to my heterosexual friends who started dating at 16, married at 20 and now have kids lmao), neither do all queer people, we are not all closeted until we are 28, etc.

Also think sometimes he needs to acknowledge that his experience is just that - HIS experience. He’s not some sort of voice for all of us. He’d need to unpack some of his internalised homophobia first please. It’s fine that he wants to sleep around after having probably been in a committed relationship for that long - I kinda struggle how exactly this is connected to him being gay though especially because he’s been in a gay relationship, it’s not like he just came out after being married to a woman.

I’ve always found it kind of fascinating how Dan and Phil are SO different in the way they seem to view their sexuality. Like, for Phil it just seems like A Fun Fact about him that doesn’t hold a ton of weight, if that makes sense? Like I know he talked about how he’s had to come out a million times to a million people over the years and he’s been out personally for a long time so for him it just seems like old news and you can tell he’s just a lot more comfortable with himself than Dan is. But Dan is still kind of a baby gay who just came out for the first time in his 30 years so he’s not at that point where it’s like, a comfortable part of his identity yet? Maybe? Like he still leans pretty heavily into the stereotypes and he’s still being pretty experimental with things and seeks Approval from The Community and like go off babe but also when he does interviews about it, it does sort of give Baby Runs for President.

I’m curious to see if Dan levels out after a few years or if he really is going to be uncomfortably fake slutty forever.

#also hot take I’m gonna hide in the tags #he only acts like that to blur the lines and keep people away from his relationship with Phil #which like I get it but isn’t it kind of redundant at this point #the flip from ‘I don’t want people thinking about who I’m fucking or how’#to ‘making my sex life my only personality trait’ is so sus to me #I don’t know how he’s been in this line of work for like 15 years and still doesn’t know how to set a boundary without just. lying.#’fuck off about my relationship or get blocked’ is a full and complete sentence my man #Phil did it easy as hell and he didn’t even technically give away that he’s not single #anyway I’m done psychoanalyzing him and probably being wrong about it idk why this got me so fired up #back to not giving a shit thanks for tuning in #ask

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forever-living-products-world · 2 years

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The God of War comes to Xbox sort of

The God of War comes to Xbox, sort of The God of War comes to Xbox, sort of Kratos, God of Warning. | Image: War Gods Zeus of Child’s Xbox Store listing The big God of War sequel is one of the year’s most anticipated video games, and you can now play it on Xbox. Yes, that’s right, War Gods Zeus of Child, which stars Sony’s video game character Kratos and a horde of identical and generic monster baddies, is currently available for just $4.09 on the Xbox store. Oh, you thought I was talking about a different game? Nope, War Gods Zeus of Child is definitely an approved and legitimate entry in one of Sony’s most valuable franchises being sold on a competing console platform. I promise you’ll want to play it just based on the game’s description: War Gods Zeus of Child is a great war game. Destroy all enemies and creatures with the Zeus War Gods of challange [sic]. Kill them all with your gun. Launch attacks with various combos. Reach the highest monster kills without dying. Feel the power of the warning god. And if that didn’t sell you on it, check out this gameplay video from the YouTube channel Red Bandana Gaming: Alright, I’ll stop joking around now. War Gods Zeus of Child is pretty clearly some kind of God of War ripoff that somehow slipped through the cracks and was published on the Xbox store. I know Sony has been open about wanting to release more games on mobile and PC, but I can’t imagine it has any plans to bring a God of War game to Xbox. And while Microsoft Gaming CEO Phil Spencer has said that God of War Ragnarok, the actual God of War sequel, is the game he most wants to play next, I don’t think he’d approve of this knockoff game, either. If the poorly written description and extremely rough video didn’t clue you in, as spotted by Eurogamer, War Gods Zeus of Child’s developer is a company named Dolaka Ltd. that has snuck another blatant ripoff onto the Xbox store: a Fall Guys lookalike called Dinasaur Falling Survival (yes, “dinasaur”). Screenshot by Jay Peters / The Verge The Xbox Store page for Dinasaur Falling Survival. Microsoft’s strict certification processes typically don’t allow knockoffs to make it to the store (like we sometimes see on mobile app stores), but Eurogamer speculates that Dolaka’s titles might be sold through the Xbox Creators Program, which lets Xbox developers bypass the typical processes required to publish games. “If your game integrates Xbox services and follows our standard Store policies, you are ready to publish,” Microsoft says on the Xbox Creators Program website. You don’t have to read far to find an example of how both of Dolaka’s games would violate those standard Store policies, though. Both titles feature characters that are obviously ripoffs of Kratos and a Fall Guys bean, and while I’m definitely not a lawyer, that would seem to violate section 10.1.1: “your product must not use a name, images, or any other metadata that is the same as that of other products unless the product is also published by you.” We’ve asked Microsoft what might be going on here and if the games will remain for sale. In the meantime, I’m going to watch the trailer for the real God of War sequel again. https://ift.tt/DP1x7Hw https://ift.tt/7L5MshC

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griffintail · 3 years

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Hello! So I was new at your blog and I feel like ive discovered the 9th cloud of heaven 🤯 so I don't know if youre in the mood but i loved your technoblade child reader fics and i really wanted to ask if you could write a overprotective!tecnho x f!child reader? i feel like it sucks so im not pushing you to do it-

I probably took it a different way than what you were thinking but I hope you still enjoy!

Utmost Care

Pairing: Technoblade X F! Reader

Warnings: Overprotective nature, Light Angst, Mentions of Swords, Mentions of Scars

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Techno didn’t hold a lot of things with value but when he finally did, they were protected with the utmost care. That goes the same for living beings. His daughter certainly was one of those beings.

All of (Y/N)’s life, Techno always kept his eye on her or made someone he trusted with his life was watching her, meaning only he or Phil watched her. If Phil couldn’t watch her at the time, Techno then took her with him, keeping her close the entire time. And, if (Y/N) could tell the truth, as she got older, it was tiring.

She was thirteen years old but she wasn’t allowed to go off on her own. She either had to go with Techno and Phil, the only time she could be alone was in her own room. It was extremely tiring when she couldn’t learn new things that could be considered dangerous. Techno wouldn’t teach her to fight or brew or enchant because he said she’d never need it.

She just wanted to do something without the need for approval. She just wanted to be her own person and live her life as she wanted.

So…that’s how she started sneaking out hours at a time. She was only allowed her own peace and quiet in her room? Alright, she used that to her advantage and locked her door when she knew Techno was busy either tending to things and wouldn’t check on her for hours. When she left, she went to the one place she knew mischief was encouraged.

“Uncle Tommy!” (Y/N) grinned as she walked in the door.

“Here comes trouble!” Tommy grinned.

Tommy indeed encouraged the things Techno considered bad. He helped teach the girl how to fight, taught her to brew, showed her a few things with enchanting, and most certainly let her go off on her own around L’Manberg or the SMP, though he did warn her to be more careful in the SMP lands.

(Y/N) felt free and felt like her own person finally without a weight of watchful eye on her.

It was one of those days once more. Tommy was teaching (Y/N) the ways of the sword.

“Come on, stop trying to hit me and hit me!” Tommy grinned cheekily, then yelping as (Y/N) swung as hard as she could with a smirk.

It was just another day for the pair, they just didn’t know it wasn’t another day for Techno. (Y/N) always left when Techno was on his own because he did get distracted when Phil was around or Phil tended to help him. So, if Phil was around, going out was a no-go. Phil usually showed up in the early mornings so she could tell if she could sneak out pretty early in the day.

But, today, Phil had been held up in L’Manberg and came late.

“Hey mate!” Phil called as he walked over to Techno’s.

“Phil, you’re pretty late,” Techno said.

“Yeah, had to help with some things in L’Manberg first.” Phil shrugged. “Farming all by yourself today?”

“(Y/N) said she wanted to read and she might come out later,” Techno told him as they went into the house, Techno resting his hoe by the door. “(Y/N)! The old man’s here.”

“Fuck off mate.” Phil laughed.

Techno smirked as he cleaned off his hands but frowned when he heard no movement in the rooms above.

“(Y/N)!” Techno called once more.

“She might be sleeping in, let her be.” Phil waved it off. “She’s alright.”

But the voices whispered worry, only fueling Techno’s.

“She doesn’t usually sleep in. I’m going to check on her.” Techno said before going up the ladder.

He went to (Y/N)’s room knocking, but there was once more silence. He didn’t like that.

“(Y/N).” He said trying the door handle, but found it locked. “What the-Hey. What’s with the locked door?”

“Techno?” Phil called up concerned by the conversation he was hearing.

She wasn’t saying anything though and the voices whispered panic and Techno reacted. He took a step back before kicking in the door. Phil jumped before quickly coming up the ladder as Techno went into the room.

“Techno!” Phil shouted as he followed after.

Techno’s breath came quicker out of his nose as Phil came in.

“(Y/N)’s not here. Someone took her.” Techno moved past Phil.

Phil looked at his son leaving the room before looking at the teenager’s room. The only mess was the door but (Y/N) indeed wasn’t here and his wings puffed before he rapidly following after Techno.

“You know, the last thing I thought Techno would do was not teach you how to use a sword,” Tommy said as he leaned back on the bench overlooking the river below his base.

(Y/N) sat next to him, both of their training swords laying down close by.

“I always ask him to teach me but he just tells me I don’t need to learn how to fight. I’ll be fine.” She huffed. “What am I going to do if a mob manages to get in? Can you imagine if a creeper managed to come into our house? It could just blow me and the house up because I couldn’t do anything, I might as well just stand still.”

“Ah, he’s always had a stick up his ass.” Tommy waved his hand. “And an ego. He probably thinks he can keep everything from hurting you.”

“But that’s the point uncle Tommy!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “If he taught me, it’s almost a guarantee I won’t get hurt. I could protect myself and go out and meet people. Do whatever I want.”

“He’ll figure it out eventually,” Tommy assured her.

“Alright!”

Both of them jumped as they looked around wildly, Tommy giving a scream, hearing the voice of said man. Then, a moment later, they realized it was their walkies and shared a look.

“Whoever has my kid can bring her back now and have a painless death.”

“Uh oh.” They both muttered.

(Y/N) scrambled to get her things as Tommy stood up in a panic.

“Bye!” (Y/N) shouted before sprinting towards home.

How the hell was she supposed to explain this? Oh no dad, I just decided to wander in the forest with no warm clothes?

“It’s going to be a shitty day.” She muttered as she slipped into the portal and sprinted down the pathway towards the home portal.

Deciding it was better before her father started searching homes, she took out her walkie.

“Dad!” She spoke. “What’s the problem?”

Techno froze in his path, looking at Phil before taking off his walkie. “(Y/N), where are you right now?”

“I just…went for a little walk. My legs were starting to cramp up.” She lied, wincing slightly.

“Your door was locked (Y/N). What happened?”

“I don’t know the door handle must have broke.” She tried as she felt relief seeing the home portal.

“(Y/N), what’s going on?” Techno asked in frustration.

None of this was adding up. What the hell was going on?

“Nothing dad, everything is—” She stepped out of the portal and froze when she was met with two netherite decorated family members. “Fine…”

Phil’s eyes were wide as Techno stood there quiet for a moment.

…

“YOU WENT IN THE NETHER!?” Techno shouted throwing up his arms.

“Dad, look I can explain—” She tried.

“No! I-What were you thinking?!”

“I—”

Techno looked her over. “Is that a sword?! What—You don’t fight! What the hell were you doing?!”

“Look—”

“Mate—” Phil tried to even cut in.

“No! We’re going home.”

Techno went to grab her arm but she moved back.

“LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE!” (Y/N) shouted as she shook.

Techno stood in shock as Phil took a step back, this was between father and daughter.

“I-I-Yes! I snuck out! And yes! I have a sword! But its-I just wanted to live for once! You don’t let me go out on my own! You don’t let me train or learn anything you do! I stay at home! And read and learn about farming and crafting basic ass shit! And that’s it! If I’m lucky I get to go out to the village with you keeping a close ass eye on me! And I’m tired of it!”

Techno was quiet as (Y/N) took deep breaths before he came towards her.

“You know that to keep you safe.”

“Oh, shove it, dad! What’s the point of being safe when I don’t know anything! I felt like I was going crazy and I-I can’t do that anymore daddy. I can’t.”

(Y/N) had tears in her eyes. She hated it; she was so tired of it. She was so tired.

Techno was stood in shock hesitating before coming over and hugging her tightly.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered to her. “I…I didn’t know it was hurting so much…”

It was a bit awkward of a hug with his armor on but (Y/N) hugged him back regardless.

Techno had wanted to just keep her safe. He had so many enemies and seen so many things in his life…He just didn’t want his little girl to see all the same things he had and he didn’t want her to carry the same scars. But all the while, it seemed he was hurting her in a different way.

“I’m sorry. We’ll figure it out, ok?”

“Please.” She nodded.

He’ll figure it out, he’ll still make sure she was safe, but he’d figure it out for his little girl to be happy…

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Our Kind oneshot - noms

Finally! Not chapter two but a oneshot :P

This will probably not be posted on Ao3, meaning it won’t be canon to the timeline. It takes place after things calm down, but there’s still... tension.

Warnings: vore, fearplay, undetermined if the vore is safe or not, mild violence (basically a fistfight + one cut with a sword).

If you’re new here, Our Kind is an AU of corysmiles’ Friendly Giant AU! Please check out the original as well!

. . .

Things were tentatively back to normal.

Though there was still a tension between Wilbur and his brother and father, they seemed to have at least accepted what he was.

That’s why he was here, strumming his guitar in a sunny clearing, watching Phil and Techno spar. They had invited him with tense words and tenser posture, perhaps hoping the time spent together would… acclimate everyone to Wilbur’s new changes.

They were a ways into the forest, just outside what would be deemed “safe”, where the underbrush grew thicker and more wild. Here in this clearing, though, the sun broke through the treetops to dapple the ground with golden light. Moss and ferns creeped into the circle of rough dirt, stomped bare by years of guards’ boots. Wilbur sat on a log at the edge, halfway in the shade, and concentrated on plucking the strings of his instrument. The sounds of his family fighting faded into the background.

It felt like no time at all before Techno’s helmet was tossed to the ground next to him with a thump, startling Wilbur. (And if he grew a few inches at that… well, it was corrected before anyone else could notice.)

Techno sat down heavily beside him with a grunt. Phil followed soon after, setting his helmet down more gently and beginning to unbuckle his chestplate and leather pauldrons.

“What are you working on, Wil?” he asked.

“Nothing in particular, right now. Just practicing, I suppose.”

Phil hesitated. “Can we hear you play?”

Wilbur froze. He’d played around Phil plenty, but he hadn’t actually played for Phil in… years, now. When their relationship began to get worse, he’d stopped seeking his father’s approval of his music, and eventually stopped showing him what he was practicing at all.

Slowly, he nodded and picked up his guitar again.

“Well… I was thinking that this place, here, feels something like this…”

. . .

Wilbur was just finishing the chords of his hastily-constructed song when he noticed a tremor in the ground. His fingers fumbled the last few notes and the sound went sour as he raised his head, almost instinctively, towards the east.

Phil and Techno must have noticed it too, because they were tense as well, and Phil was already reaching for his discarded armor.

Even as the two hurried to prepare themselves for whatever might be coming, Wilbur slowly set down his guitar and stared into the trees.

Those were undoubtedly footsteps. And judging by the timing… with his knowledge of his own height and footsteps… this giant was huge.

By the time it was near enough to see, Phil and Techno were fully armored and had their hands on their weapons. Wilbur’s eyes widened at the sight of the monster towering above him. They were almost as tall as Ranboo. They could easily take out the village without a fight.

With barely a thought, Wilbur let the world twist and he met the giant’s eyes at maybe a hundred and fifty. He stumbled backwards, off-balance from the sudden shift, and felt branches crunch under his heel. His head snapped back in fear, but the glint of Phil’s sword caught his eye near his foot. Close, but not quite.

The other giant was looking at him now. They seemed shocked, eyes flicking from his feet—where he’d been moments ago—up to his eyes and back again.

Then their frame tensed and Wilbur’s attention snapped into focus. No time to think. Wilbur lunged and caught them square in the chest, sending them both stumbling away from the village. But Wilbur wasn’t quite big enough to bring them down, and they pushed back. Wilbur couldn’t stop himself from falling backwards with an earth-shattering crash. Boulders bounced near his head and trees were uprooted and flung into the air. Wilbur groaned and rolled his head sideways. Through blurry vision, he saw the tiny figures of his brother and father, the glint of their armor and weapons in the sun, obscured by the rising dust. They were probably thirty feet away, but they were too close. A bit closer and his shoulder would have crushed them when he fell.

Groaning, Wilbur pushed himself up to a sitting position. Dirt smeared his cheeks and clothes. He glanced at the other giant; they were hanging back, wary, maybe considering retreat. They saw Wilbur shift, probably thought he could shift bigger than them. They had no idea this was as far as he could go right now.

But they would realize soon. If they kept pushing him back and down, they’d notice. And as long as they kept pushing him down… Phil and Techno were in danger.

He reached for them clumsily, pausing when they scrambled away from his hand. Techno jumped out of reach, but Phil was still close enough, so he pulled him in with his fingers and lifted him in a loose fist. He felt the squirming struggles of the human in his hand; it did nothing. Wilbur’s hand barely twitched around Phil.

When Phil was close enough to hear, he listened.

“Put me down, this is not safe!” Phil was yelling. His voice was strong, but there was a waver in it that Wilbur recognized. It was the same tremor he got when he talked about Wilbur’s mum. Something he’d previously mistaken for sorrow, but was perhaps fear.

“You’re safer here, Dad,” Wilbur said, then paused. The other giant was still eyeing them, watching the tiny speck that was Phil in his hand. “You will be safe,” he corrected.

Then he brought his hand higher. He’d seen Ranboo do this to Tubbo before; he had every reason to believe it was safe. It had better fucking be safe.

In his hand, Phil began to kick and thrash. He tried to draw his blade, but his sword arm was thoroughly pinned by Wilbur’s fingers. Carefully, Wilbur pinched the blade and tugged until he felt Phil’s grip give, and he tossed the sword aside. Hopefully Techno would find and retrieve it.

Out of the corner of his eye, Wilbur saw the monster stepping back, tensing again.

In his hand, his father screamed, startling Wilbur. It was a shriek that trailed off into a desperate sob, something miserable and terrified and panic-filled.

But the beast was already moving, so in seconds Wilbur shoved Phil into his mouth and shut it tightly. He felt Phil’s boots against his teeth, violently kicking in a last-ditch attempt to save his life, before Wilbur swallowed and rose to his feet. Even as he prepared to fight, he felt the weight settle in his stomach, warm and foreign and moving and fuck that was distracting. He felt a little queasy with the knowledge that that movement was his father’s terrified fighting.

There was no time to ponder that as a blow from the giant came crashing down on him, and Wilbur was just barely able to brace himself to stop it. He couldn’t fall yet; Techno was still on the ground, small and vulnerable.

The other giant pushed against Wilbur’s arms, and he pushed back. He grit his teeth. A deep rumbling came from somewhere—came from him, he was growling—and with one last heave of strength, he threw the larger monster backwards. They stumbled but didn’t fall.

“You’re selfish,” the other giant snarled.

Wilbur blinked but didn’t change his posture. “What?”

“Don’t act innocent,” they growled. “Defending this whole fucking village, eating one in front of me. You’re just showing off, you prick!”

Realization dawned on Wilbur, and he felt sick with it. This giant thought he was defending the village as his food source. He opened his mouth to protest, but something stopped him.

If they thought he was defending them as food, would they be more or less likely to leave? If they knew he cared about the villagers, would they use that against him?

He chose his next words carefully.

“Why do you think you have a right to this village? I was here first,” he said.

“Why do you think you have a right to it? They’re just food, you can fucking share—”

“No,” Wilbur snarled. “They’re mine. Only I can e—can eat them. I worked hard for this.”

The other giant took a measured step back, but didn’t look away. “Oh. You can change sizes, right? Have you worked to gain their trust? Lot of work for a meal, I’ll say.” Their eyes flickered to the village—taking in the size of it, the trails of smoke still rising from the chimneys, the broad cobbled pathways. “Well, more like a feast. I guess I understand.”

Wilbur didn’t trust himself to respond, so instead, he let a low, feral growl rise from him. It was wet with the promise of blood, and as the foreign giant’s eyes roved over his home, he felt he meant it.

They took another step back. Good. Good. Stay away.

Wilbur stalked closer, slow, threatening. He could almost see them weighing the risk—deciding if this village was worth a fight with a giant like Wilbur—before they turned tail and ran.

He stood straight and watched their figure disappear into the wilderness. He was so focused on tracking their retreat, that he jerked forwards and yelped when he felt a blade slice his ankle without warning. He turned to see Techno, blood dripping from his sword and a hardened expression on his face. A deep cut stung on Wilbur’s ankle, just barely off-center—Techno must have been aiming for his tendon and missed.

“What the hell—” he began to say.

“GET AWAY FROM THE VILLAGE,” Techno screamed. Wilbur froze. He’d never heard Techno scream like that. He sounded… terrified. Hurt.

Oh fuck. Dad.

“Techno, look, I can explain—”

Techno roared and charged again, and Wilbur danced away easily. Techno’s momentum carried him past Wilbur and into a small clearing. He whipped around and snarled. The light shone on him, the sweat glistening on his face, his hair falling from his braid in strings, and the unbridled fury in his eyes that Wilbur could see clearly even from a distance. Seeing that rage directed at him, Wilbur felt a tight pain lance through his chest. He took a step back, caught off-guard. Techno saw him retreat and charged again. Wilbur had to take several more steps back to avoid him.

“Techno, please, listen, I won’t hurt you,” he begged.

“I’ll believe you if I ever see my father again, you MONSTER!” Techno snarled and continued to come after him, vaulting over boulders and logs like they were nothing.

He was focused on Wilbur and Wilbur alone, and the shifter was suddenly struck with the thought that his brother was a giant hunter, born and raised.

He couldn’t get through to him this way. Hating every second of it, he set his jaw, turned, and ran. He ignored Techno’s hoarsely shouted curses and disappeared into the forest.

. . .

It was nearly nightfall when Wilbur reached the cave. He stopped at the entrance, hand brushing the curtain of vines that concealed it. His other hand drifted to his midsection.

He could still feel the weight in there. He felt… full. The squirming and fighting had died down a while ago, but when his fingers brushed over the tiny figure inside him, it sparked a new round of kicks and uncomfortable shifting. He groaned. The movement slowed. It seemed to be losing fervor more quickly than before.

Wilbur dropped his hand and entered the cave.

Ranboo was in the front this time, which he didn’t expect. Evidently, Ranboo didn’t expect company either, because he jumped when the vines shifted and Wilbur ducked inside.

“Oh, Wilbur, what are you—”

Wilbur grabbed his arms and cut him off. “Please, Ranboo, I ate someone, how do I let him out? I—I know you’ve done this with Tubbo but I don’t know how.”

Ranboo’s eyes were wide. “Okay, calm down Wilbur, calm down, I—just calm down, okay? Sit down.”

Wilbur took a deep, shuddering breath and released him, leaning back and sitting on his haunches. His eyes were surely dark and stormy as he stared with shaking hands. “How do I get him out?” He said again, quietly.

Ranboo sorted himself out, coming to sit on his knees in front of Wilbur. “Alright, how long ago?”

“Maybe… twenty minutes?”

Ranboo nodded. “Okay, that’s fine. Just… you should have muscles that will do it if you flex them, just... they’re hard to find for the first time. Um… the first time, I did it by triggering my gag reflex. So, just touch that back of your throat, okay?”

Wilbur hesitated, then nodded and tentatively stuck his fingers in his mouth.

As soon as he touched it, his throat convulsed and his abdominal muscles clenched. He felt the body in his stomach startle and move, and then begin to be pushed upwards. He groaned a bit and pulled his fingers out of his mouth. It felt absolutely sick, like throwing up in slow motion.

He almost startled as he felt a hand on his arm, comforting. When he looked up, Ranboo’s eyes were full of sympathy. “I know it feels bad the first time,” he said. “You’re doing great.”

Wilbur smiled weakly, then immediately covered his hands with his mouth because Phil was nearly there. Moments later, he coughed out the tiny human into his hands, dripping with saliva and acids that stung his hands. (Had Phil felt those? Was he hurt?)

The body in his hands was shaking.

“Dad?” he whispered hoarsely. “Are you okay? I didn’t…” his voice wavered. “...hurt you?”

Phil didn’t respond, just stared up at him with wide eyes. With a sinking feeling, Wilbur realized that they were red from crying.

He thought he was going to die, Wilbur thought. He thought I was going to kill him.

“I’m sorry,” was all he could say, before lowering Phil to the cave floor and gently placing him on the dirt. He stumbled and looked up at him again.

And he finally spoke. “Why?” he asked. His voice was just as hoarse and battered as Wilbur’s. “Why did you do that?”

Wilbur felt himself become smaller as shame pushed him down. “It was the only safe place,” he said quietly. “I couldn’t let you die. Anywhere else and you would have been in danger. Not just from the other one, but from me too. I could have stepped on you or fallen onto you.”

“Then… why not Techno, too?”

“I tried,” Wilbur admitted. “But I didn’t have time. And he was fighting harder.”

“You didn’t know how to… let me out,” Phil said, accusingly. “I could have died.”

“But you didn’t—” Ranboo began.

“And YOU.” Phil whirled around, turning on him. “You have been eating my son, and I didn’t know? You’ve just been…” Phil trailed off, clearly at a loss for words. “I can’t believe this is happening!” He sounded shrill, hysterical. “I can’t believe… after all these years of protecting… I can’t…” He buried his face in his hands. “Right under my nose,” he groaned. “I can’t believe it.”

Wilbur, now human-sized, stepped softly behind his father and put a hand on his shoulder. Phil flinched, then turned and saw who it was.

“Dad,” Wilbur said. “I’m sorry. Please. I didn’t want you to die. I didn’t want to scare you.” Unspoken were the words: please don’t be afraid of me.

Phil almost seemed to soften, then. Wordlessly, he pulled Wilbur into a hug and held him tightly.

“Never do that again,” Phil said when he pulled away. “I mean it. To me or your brothers.”

Wilbur nodded.

Phil stiffened and turned back to Ranboo, though one arm remained around Wilbur.

“And you,” he said, voice nearly shaking with rage. “You and I will be having a very important talk soon. As soon as I let Techno know I’m okay, you and Tubbo are both going to have some explaining to do.”

Ranboo nodded quickly, ears flattening in shame and cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry,” he said meekly.

Phil didn’t say anything, but his face and posture practically screamed you’d better be.

“We should go back,” Wilbur said, trying fruitlessly to take the brunt of Phil’s wrath from Ranboo. “I left Techno in the forest. It’s not safe out there.”

Phil’s gaze lingered on Ranboo a moment longer before turning to the cave entrance. He nodded and began walking. Wilbur followed, shame making him feel smaller yet. He looked back to see Ranboo giving a tentative wave, before ducking through the vines after his father.

. . .

Well, there you go ;P

I have chapter two in the works, but I’m much more picky about the quality than I am about this one, so even though its set later in the timeline, you get this oneshot first.

#our kind #our kind au #if this ever becomes canon pretend i posted it at the right time <3 #my writing #my posts #noms #extreme cuddling #mcyt noms #mcyt vore #mcyt g/t #Sizeshifter!wilbur #g!wilbur #t!philza #t!techno #g!ranboo #dreamsmp

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allthephils · 2 years

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Im so excited that so many are newly discovering the genius that is Kate Bush. As an old who has listened to her consistently for literally decades, may I offer my own list of recommended listening? I also recommend reading the lyrics when you listen. She’s an incredible storyteller. Feel free to add faves if you have them. 🖤

Sat in your lap

Get out of My House

Wuthering Heights

The Dreaming

Cloudbusting

The Kick Inside

Jig of Life

This Woman’s Work

Waking the Witch

Under Ice

Kite

Houdini

Breathing

#Kate Bush #not phil though I think he’d approve

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thethreebroomsticksficfest · 2 years

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Clap Your Hands

Today's fic by FloreatCastellum takes us back to the 1940s! You can read it on ao3 here.

Title: Clap Your Hands

Author: FloreatCastellum

Pairing: Fleamont/Euphemia Potter

Warnings: N/A

Prompt: Festive date

The Lost Owl pub in Godric’s Hollow was bustling, as it usually was. Patrons stamped the worst of the snow off their boots before piling in to warm themselves by the three fireplaces, in the cosy, worn armchairs or at the rough, battered old tables. At this time of the year, they might have some of Madam Eliza’s mulled wine, or mulled cider, perhaps by the large Christmas tree.

Usually, plenty of muggles were in the pub, and the magical patrons were well versed in keeping things subtle, though odd occurrences did occasionally slip out. The muggles of Godric’s Hollow, historically, were used to such things, and did a good job, in Monty Potter’s opinion, of pretending that they hadn’t noticed anything at all. These days, there were fewer muggle men, at least of fighting age, and a few more muggle women, which Phil and Monty both appreciated.

‘Look at that one,’ he was saying, with round eyes. ‘Look at the legs on her-’

‘The one in the dungarees?’ said Monty.

‘I’m not going to apologise, I’m sorry they’re all at war, but I approve of all the women muggles wearing trousers.’

Monty didn’t mind it either; he’d certainly had some fun evenings laughing loudly with the young women that worked in the fields around Godric’s Hollow. But tonight he was after a little more glamour, and the Land Army girls didn’t quite provide.

As though reading his mind, Phil burst out, ‘do we have to go to this thing tonight? Couldn’t we just stay here like we usually do?’

‘We’re going,’ said Monty. ‘I’m sick of sitting in the Owl ‘til closing time - no offence, Babs,’ he added hastily, as the barmaid, with terrible timing, appeared on the other side of the bar to pull a pint.

‘None taken - not my pub, loves, you’re just lucky it weren’t Mr Abbott here,’ she said scoldingly, though she gave them a wink. ‘Where you boys off to, then?’

‘There’s a dance hall night on in London,’ Monty told her. ‘By Diagon Alley - a group has hired it out-’

‘Oh, yes, I heard about it, I saw the flyers,’ she said. ‘But you ‘ent going all the way up to London? With all the business the muggles have going on?’

‘I’ll go anywhere for a party, Babs,’ Monty told her.

‘We’re getting the new Knight Bus and all,’ said Phil. ‘No need to stash brooms anywhere, or risk apparating.’

She looked amazed. ‘Fancy that - it’ll be more exciting than round these parts, that’s t’be said.’

‘That’s what we hope,’ said Monty. He raised a hand and cautiously touched his hair. ‘And I want to make sure this batch holds - for the whole evening, even with lots of dancing.’

‘It looks very neat,’ she reassured him. ‘Reckon you’ll be ready to launch soon? My friend Jenny says she’d be willing to test it for you an’ all.’

‘Brilliant! Get her to come along here one evening, I’ll give her a sample,’ he said. He looked at Phil. ‘Still trying to think of a name though, aren’t I?’

‘I suggested Smooth Hair Potion,’ said Phil, and when Barbara wrinkled her nose, he gave an understanding shrug of defeat.

‘I’ll think of something,’ said Monty. ‘I need something a bit… glitzy. Something that makes people feel glamorous and young. Perhaps I’ll find some inspiration tonight.’

‘It goes on til late, Babs,’ Phil said. ‘Why don’t you come along after your shift ends, meet us there?’

‘Ooh, no,’ she said, looking positively alarmed. ‘I’m not going all the way to London. I’m all right here, thanks. Besides, sounds a bit modern for me.’

‘Modern?’

‘I heard that they welcome muggleborns in there,’ said Barbara. She paused, and then although she spoke very delicately, her words carried a lot of meaning. ‘And mixing.’

Monty took a long draught on his beer before answering. ‘Yeah, that’s why we’re going,’ he told her casually. ‘It’ll be interesting to meet some muggles.’

‘Tempt them away from their husbands, even,’ said Phil daringly, and Monty grinned down at the sodden beermat, and failed to suppress a snort.

‘I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with ‘em!’ said Barbara hotly. ‘Can’t live round these parts and not get along with ‘em, can yer? I’m just saying - when one of us accidentally falls in love wiv’ one, well that’s all well and good, but should it be encouraged? It’s a difficult life to have, no point in pretendin’ elsewise.’

‘An easy life would be boring,’ said Phil carelessly, and Monty slapped him on the back.

‘Quite right. Well - we’d better be off - doors will have opened already. How’s my hair looking?’

‘Still holding,’ Phil advised him, casting an experienced, critical eye over Monty’s tamed dark hair.

‘Excellent.’

They downed the rest of their pints, bid goodbye to the rather flustered looking Barbara, and left the pub. They took the Knight Bus to London, an exciting new scheme they’d seen advertised adapting a double decker bus into something for the everyday witch and wizard to use, for quick trips or overnight journeys, in comfort. Quite where the comfort came in, Monty wasn't sure; the lurching of the bus and the loud bangs with which it departed and arrived from location to location had him regretting the two pints he’d had in the Lost Owl, and by the time they arrived on the Charing Cross road, he was wondering if he might have just apparated anyway. Phil, however, was adamant that it was a work of genius.

‘And only fourteen sickles!’ he was saying gleefully, as they hurried up the crowded road. Gaggles of giggling women in uniform were shrieking in delight as their heels clacked on the pavement, buses rumbled past, and in the descending evening the buildings around Charing Cross and Trafalgar loomed large, the lamps unlit.

‘I can’t believe you got hot chocolate,’ said Monty, a little queasily.

‘Stiff drink is all you need,’ said Phil bracingly, slapping him on the back. ‘And hey - your hair’s stayed spiffy.’

‘It has?’ he reached up to touch it lightly and, with some glee, felt it neat and smooth under his fingertips. If the potion could hold it during that rambunctious ride, surely this could be the batch?

Feeling remarkably better, he stood a little taller and kept pace with Phil, who also seemed more enthusiastic about the evening ahead now that he was actually in London.

They reached The Astoria, a large theatre acting as the venue for the slightly controversial party that had been advertised in magical communities up and down the country. Any passing muggles that fancied popping in found themselves quite keen to go elsewhere that evening, and they would continue walking, past the Leaky Cauldron pub that they never seemed to notice, in search of somewhere else. Except, of course, the muggles that held a ticket, for, as the leaflets had boldly stated, mixed couples were welcome.

They hurried beneath the bright red sign against the curved white of the building, squeezing through the bottleneck of other attendees that were pouring in, some in robes, some, like Monty and Phil, in muggle-style dress. Inside, streamers of crimson red and emerald green fluttered pleasantly from the vast ceiling, and paper chains were pinned along the edges of the balcony; when he looked up, Monty could see people leaning precariously over it to wave down at their friends.

On stage, a band was already playing - swinging, jazzy music that seemed to compel him to dance and move, and by the look of the crowd, it compelled them too. Skirts swished and curls bounced as women were spun and whisked under arms, men kicked and tapped and laughed loudly - there was something deliciously scandalous in the closeness of it all, the joyful impropriety, the unrestrained and unencumbered fun.

‘On the leaflet, it said they’d be serving gigglewater from America,’ Phil was saying loudly over the fast music, tearing his eyes away from the huge, glittering Christmas tree in the corner. ‘What say we try some? I’ve heard it’s jolly good…’

‘You clap your hands… and you swing out wide…’ an angelic voice was singing.

‘Eh, Monty? Monty? Oi!’ Phil was nudging him, but Monty was entirely oblivious to the world around him, including his old school friend. He was utterly transfixed, staring across the room at the singer.

Her dark brown hair, almost black, was in perfect victory rolls and cascading down her shoulders in large, tight curls. Her ruby red lips were utterly entrancing as she sang into the microphone that floated before her, her melodic notes coming from a brilliant smile. Her tall, hourglass figure wriggled in the long red robes she wore, her slender arms moving elegantly as she clicked with the music. Monty thought she was the most glamorous, most beautiful, most vibrant person he had ever laid eyes on.

‘Shake it boogie woogie style, everybody's swinging when you're doin' the jive-’

‘Who is that?’ he asked Phil vaguely.

Phil followed his gaze. ‘The singer of the band? Dunno, mate.’ He paused, and though Monty did not take his eyes off the witch, he could feel Phil looking between them. ‘Are you all right?’

‘I want to marry her,’ said Monty.

‘Oh, bloody hell, get a grip, old chap,’ said Phil.

But he was sure of it, as sure as he had been of anything in his life. Phil guided him to the bar, pointing out that they had only just got here and that she was the very first woman Monty had laid eyes on, but Monty’s neatly styled head was full of nothing else.

‘She might be doolally,’ Phil pointed out, when Monty was still preoccupied with her twenty minutes later. Clearly his patience was wearing thin.

‘Can’t you hear her voice? Like a nightingale. Or a phoeni-’

‘I told you to get a grip,’ said Phil firmly, and he nodded at the barman, who handed over two glasses of gigglewater. ‘Drink up,’ he ordered, and they knocked it back and burst into peals of laughter.

‘I’m serious,’ Monty said, through the last splutters of laughter. ‘Never seen a woman like her.’

‘The night’s young,’ Phil reminded him, and he nodded to a group of giggling witches further along the bar. ‘Come on - I thought we were going to meet some muggles?’

And they did so, joining a small group of young women in WRENs uniforms, who were falling about in hysterics and amazement over the magical drinks. ‘We all have siblings in Hogwarts,’ said one, after they had introduced themselves and bought them all a round. ‘Except for Bunty - her dad’s a wizard.’

‘Johnny Macmillan,’ said Bunty eagerly, ‘do you know him? He works in the department for Magical Accidents and Catastrophes-’

‘No-’ began Monty, but Phil interrupted.

‘Monty might end up knowing him - his hair is naturally a catastrophe and we’re expecting an accident with the potion he’s developing for it any day now!’

Monty grinned at him and politely told him to fuck off, but the girls just seemed more excited than ever. ‘You make potions? Oh, that is simply so magical! I can’t wait until my little brother can make them outside school for me!’

The girls were nice, and he and Phil even danced with them. Monty rocked and swung with one of the blonde women, called Edie, and any other night might have got on very well with her, even been excited by her, for she seemed enthusiastic to hear more about potions and Quidditch and all sorts of things he found perfectly ordinary. Similarly, he might have been enthusiastic to hear her talk about her job, and have her explain to him what a telephone was, and what exactly all the muggles were fighting about anyway.

But again and again as he danced his eyes were drawn to the fantastic red of the singer’s dress, her fluid, easy movements, the confident tilt of her head as she sang. The great Christmas tree glittered and sent shards of light across the packed hall, the skirts of women swung out as they were spun across the room, a mix of robes and muggle dress in a festive array of colours.

Soon the heat of the many bodies enthusiastically dancing got to him, and he was breathless himself. He mimed drinking to Phil over the sound of the music, who nodded, leaned in to the woman he was dancing with, and whispered in her ear. She nodded and the two men returned to the bar, which was busy with waiting punters.

'She's fantastic,' said Phil, who looked entirely delighted. 'I'm getting her a gin rickey - she's a muggle - she works as a nurse at the-'

Suddenly, the music stopped, and they heard a noise, quiet at first but then rhythmically and strangely louder - a wailing siren. Nearby, someone swore. ‘It’s Christmas! Don’t they have Christmas over there?’

The crowd began to shuffle out with trudging, practiced resignation. ‘What’s going on?’ said Phil.

‘Get to the shelter, lads,’ said a man nearby. ‘Air raid.’

‘Isn’t the building protected?’ asked Monty.

‘We’re not in Diagon Alley - we’ve got muggles in here. How's my wife meant to protect herself with no wand?'

‘What about-’

‘Shield charms won’t do it - not with the amount they chuck down, unless you’ve got the talents of Albus Dumbledore. Come on.’

They followed the man and joined the rest of the heaving crowd; if Monty had been expecting a somberness or fear, and to be frank, he felt like there should be, he was wrong.

Many people had taken their drinks with them - one man had produced an accordion from somewhere and played it as they all dutifully walked down the slippery cobbles of the Charing Cross road.

‘Look out for my wife, won’t you?’ the wizard said. ‘Blonde - short. Dressed in blue tonight - she was in the loo. We’ll meet in the shelter but I won’t be happy til I’ve got her within wand’s reach-’

‘Of course we will,’ Phil assured him, and Monty nodded too.

He looked up at the dark night sky and saw great beams of light roving over the dark clouds as the sirens continued to wail. Despite the cacophony of noise, he could still hear the drunken, joyful singing of some of the muggles ('Göring has two but very small-') and the authoritative shouts of the muggle authorities directing them.

'Try to put shield charms over some of the buildings,' Monty muttered to Phil. 'Worth a shot, at least, isn't it?'

They did so, as secretively as they could manage, right up until they were following the massive crowd down the steps that led beneath Trafalgar Square; Monty briefly looked over his shoulder to see the great lions around Nelson's Column silhouetted against the sky, now filled with a distant buzz.

They made their way down the escalators, but some people were making themselves comfortable on them and the stairs already; as they made their way slowly onto the dimly lit platform, they could feel the stuffy warmth of too many bodies in too tight a space, and the lumps of people, many of which had brought blankets and flasks of tea with them, packed in. Some sat against the tiled walls, some lounged on the hard floor, some had even hopped down onto the tracks to make themselves comfortable.

‘There she is!’ said the wizard beside them with great relief. ‘Pearl! Pearl!’ He fought his way through the mass of people, and vanished.

‘There’s space down the end, lads,’ said a woman in a WREN uniform, gesturing through the crowd.

They shuffled along, and as they did so they began to hear dull, muffled booms from far above them. Bombs, Monty realised, falling upon the city, though they seemed a world away down here in the tunnels.

'This is all a bit exciting, isn't it?' Monty told Phil bracingly.

'No,' said Phil bluntly. 'I was really enjoying dancing with those girls, and now we can't find them - I bet they're on a different platform now.'

They found a precious spot and tried to make themselves comfortable on the cold, grimy tiles. They could smell someone's flask of tea nearby, and a baby had started wailing.

'This is exactly what everyone was warning us about,' said Phil worriedly. 'I knew we shouldn't have come-'

'You've changed your tune! You were all for it while you were dancing with pretty muggles. Make your mind up!'

'Well, yes…' admitted Phil. 'But now I keep thinking about your dad warning us that your average wizard isn't strong enough to-'

‘That’s her,’ Monty interrupted suddenly.

‘Who?’ said Phil, irritably, and then followed Monty’s gaze. There, almost at the other end of the platform, was a figure in floor length red robes. ‘Oh, bloody hell - look, you’ve no chance, mate.’

‘I’ll be right back-’

‘What are you doing?’

‘Going to talk to her.’

‘You better not be thinking - don’t propose to her, Monty! Don’t be odd-’

‘I’m not, I’m just going to talk,’ said Monty distractedly, already rising and stumbling over the people trying to settle on the platform floor.

‘Talk about what? About what? Monty? MON-’

‘Shut up!’ a man called grumpily, and Phil fell silent, which was good because by now Monty was almost out of earshot.

He picked his way carefully through the crowds, some of which were trying in vain to settle down and sleep, many of which were trying to continue the party. Some little groups had instruments and were leading singsongs, some people had decks of cards, others were simply passing around bottles of liquor and cackling loudly at rude jokes. Finally, walking along the faded yellow line at the edge of the platform, Monty reached the group where the glamorous woman was sitting.

She was surrounded by the rest of her bandmates - some of them had brought their instruments with them, though their attention was focused on a flask being passed round. She was the only woman, though he was sure she’d have stuck out anyway, being so staggeringly beautiful.

To combat the cold, she’d thrown a large fur coat over her shoulders, though beneath the glossy brown he could still see an alluring glimpse of red. She was raising the silver flask to her lips, laughing uproariously at someone as she did, and he was once again struck by a strong belief, something like faith, that there was no one else in the world he would rather be with.

He approached them as she was drinking from the flask, and he saw her swallow and lower it as he came close. Her eyes met his, and they glinted with a mischief that seemed to inspire something deep within him. He summoned up his most foolish, courageous thought.

‘I want to join your band,’ he told her.

Her neatly pencilled eyebrow arched. ‘Do you, now?’ she asked, her amusement ringing like bells in her voice. ‘And what do you play?’

‘Piano,’ he told her, honestly.

‘We already have a pianist,’ she said, tilting her head elegantly to a nearby wizard in a trilby hat, who was smirking at them as he puffed on his pipe.

‘Yeah, well, I reckon I’m better than him,’ said Monty boldly.

She seemed unfazed. ‘Quite a claim,’ she said, and then she turned to the pianist. ‘What d’you think, Glenn? Are you outta the band?’

‘He certainly seems confident,’ said Glenn, who looked highly entertained.

Monty grinned and shrugged, ‘all right, well, I’d at least be more fun.’

‘Now, it’s clear to me you don’t know how fun Glenn is,’ she told him. ‘Or, for that matter,’ she continued as Glenn gave a great bark of laughter, ‘the whole dynamic of the band. You see, I’m the fun one. I don’t want anyone outshining me. I’d be much more interested if you told me that you’re terribly dull.’

‘I can be terribly dull if you want,’ he said at once.

‘Keen, aren’t you?’

‘Yes,’ he said, having long abandoned any pretence of smoothness. He moved closer, and sat down on the cold floor of the station platform. There was an almighty boom from somewhere above them, and the earth seemed to shake a little. Monty started, glancing up at the low ceiling.

‘Don’t worry about it,’ she said easily, and he looked back at her, reassured by her calmness. ‘I’m starting to think you’re not actually interested in music at all,’ she continued.

‘Oh, I am,’ he assured her. ‘But I won’t pretend that’s why I’m really here.’

‘And why are you really here?’ she asked, and she clearly knew exactly why he was there.

‘You’re entrancing. I have to know your name.’

‘Don’t you remember me, Fleamont Potter?’ she asked, looking more amused than ever.

He blinked in shock, and for a moment his mouth opened as he frowned and peered more closely at her. He could faithfully say that he had no recollection of ever having laid eyes on this woman in his life.

‘Er…’

She burst out laughing, a delightful, loud, infectious laugh. ‘Your face - I don’t expect you to remember, really - you probably didn’t pay much notice to the Hufflepuff Prefect two years below you.’

‘I must have had a bludger to the head,’ he told her, ‘there’s no way I’d have forgotten-’

‘No, no, darling, don’t you worry,’ she said, her eyes still glinting with mirth as she leaned forward and gave him a sympathetic pat. ‘It really is amazing what growing up can do to a girl. But yes, you may well have received a bludger to the head, I do remember you flinging yourself around on the Quidditch pitch. Chaser, weren’t you?’

He shook his head, utterly mortified and feeling rather deflated. ‘Yes…’ he said heavily, and shifted to rise. ‘Well - sorry, I’ll let you get on - I just wanted to-’

‘Don’t you even want to know the name you’ve forgotten?’ she asked indignantly.

‘Right - yes,’ he said hurriedly. ‘Please-’

‘Effie,’ she said haughtily.

Something exploded in his brain. ‘Euphemia? Euphemia Longbottom?’

‘Oh, so you do remember me!’

‘I-’ Monty managed to stop himself from blurting out, ‘I remember you looking very different.’ The awkward, gangly teenager that had vaguely known was nothing like the glamorous, full bodied woman before him, and he would never have imagined that a girl seemingly unable to look up from her shoes would ever perform in front of a crowd. ‘Faintly,’ he said instead.

She fixed him with an amused but piercing gaze, and he gave an embarrassed, breathless sort of laugh. ‘I’m sorry,’ he told her, genuinely. ‘I… am so embarrassed.’

‘I’ll forgive you if your piano playing is good enough,’ she said. ‘I’m getting sick of Glenn.’

‘Getting sick of you too, love,’ said Glenn easily, and she winked at him before turning back to Monty.

‘I remember you differently too, if I’m honest,’ she told him, unashamed. ‘I didn’t recognise you til you got up close. I’m sure you used to have the most ridiculous hair.’

‘Oh, it’s holding, is it?’ said Monty, and he reached up and patted it. ‘I’m a potioneer by trade, now. I’ve developed something to control it, glad to see it’s still working.’

‘Rather than duelling anyone who takes the mickey out of it?’

‘Once you’re an adult you stop getting detentions for that sort of thing and get actual consequences.’

‘Wise to think up a new strategy then.’

‘I thought so. I think it’ll be ready to go on the shelves soon, just need to fine-tune some marketing details, assuming anyone likes it.’

She gave him an appraising look. ‘Well, I like it. Very sleek.’

‘Come out for a drink with me,’ he said confidently.

Her eyebrow arched again. ‘I don’t think we can leave until the sirens go again.’

‘When they go again,’ he said. ‘Or after the dance. Whenever. Just come out for a drink with me. I’ll even remember your name this time.’

She gave a sniff, and a lofty, ‘I’ll think about it,’ but Monty grinned.

‘I’ll write to arrange it,’ he said.

‘And I’ll carry on thinking about it,’ she replied, a wicked smile playing around her lips.

He gave her a wink, rose, and walked back to Phil, resisting the strong urge to look over his shoulder to see if she was still watching him.

‘Well?’ Phil demanded, as he settled next to him.

Monty cleared his throat. ‘Went well, I reckon,’ he said casually. ‘Have you got any tobacco?’

‘Going to marry her, then, are you?’ asked Phil, digging into his pocket as Monty pulled out his pipe.

‘You just watch,’ Monty told him.

What felt like hours later, the sirens sounded again, and people began to pick themselves up and shuffle back out of the air raid shelter.

After the heat and unique smell of the hundreds of huddled people in the underground tunnels, the cold, fresh December air hit them with a relief Monty hadn’t realised he had needed. Above them, stars twinkled, but his glimpse of the vast heavens above was quickly obscured by thick black smoke drifting lazily across the sky.

His father had been right, and so had the wizard they had walked out of the dance hall with. The shield charms that he and Phil had valiantly tried to cast had been of little help. The smoking shells of buildings stood like skeletons, piles of rubble spilling out onto the road. The muggles picked their way across the bricks and plaster with practiced ease, the clanging bells of a fire engine rising as it whizzed past.

Monty and Phil stood in the middle of Trafalgar Square and stared at the devastation. In Godric’s Hollow, they had seen some muggle children joining families for a while, they had seen gardens turned over to vegetable patches and posters on the walls calling for Air Raid Wardens or explaining how to put on a gas mask. They had seen the muggles clutching their ration books and the young men disappearing off to war. Monty had heard his father despair that it was all happening again, that last time had apparently been for nothing, that the blood and violence that was inherent in man, muggle and wizard alike, would continue to result in fire and anguish. Yet it had not struck them, until that moment, that the world was bigger than their little village, that entire cities were crumbling while they drank and thought about hair potions and chatting up women.

Monty swallowed. ‘I wonder if - if we could distract those muggles, we could repair the side of that building-’

‘No way, too many have seen,’ said Phil in a low voice. ‘But we could probably do a little bit sneakily? Clear a bit of a path through the rubble for people?’

‘We should put some magical supports on that bit of that pub,’ said Monty, ‘it looks like it could collapse-’

‘You always want to fix things,’ said Phil kindly, ‘but I don’t think we can, not here, not-’

‘Are you all right, boys?’ came a voice.

They turned, and there she was, Effie Longbottom. Stunningly elegant even amongst the mess of the square, her fur coat mere inches above the smouldering wreckage that littered the ground. There was a large crater a few yards away; wardens were rushing around it already, setting up barricades.

‘Yeah,’ said Phil weakly.

‘Fine,’ Monty lied. ‘Just… I don’t know what we were expecting. Not this.’

She nodded slowly, and though she was still smiling, there was more gentleness than mischief in her eyes. ‘Always want to fix things, do you?’ she asked him, echoing the words she had clearly overheard.

‘Well, you know,’ he said, with feeble bravado. ‘My hair… international conflicts I know nothing about.’

‘Are you coming back to the dance hall?’ she asked. ‘We’ve still got a few numbers to do.’

‘I don’t know,’ said Phil uneasily. ‘Maybe we should-’

‘Very important,’ she continued, ‘in times like these - to support causes like positive relations with muggles, integration and cooperation, that sort of thing.’

Behind her, Monty saw the wizard they had walked out with, his wife now holding onto his arm, heading back up the Charing Cross road. ‘Reckon the house is all right?’ she was saying to him worriedly. ‘You won’t be able to get it back up if the neighbours have seen it’s been hit, will you? Not like last time-’

‘Yes,’ he agreed, looking back at her. ‘Very important.’

‘You support the cause, then, do you?’ she said.

‘Absolutely,’ he replied honestly.

She nodded, satisfied. ‘I’m looking forward to our drink,’ she said. ‘Come for the rest of the evening at least, though, won’t you?’

They agreed, and walked with her and her band back to the Astoria, which had suffered only cursory damage rather than a direct hit - Monty joined his fellow wizards in sneakily repairing the worst of it, leaving the shattered windows for the sake of appearances, but fixing the crumbled brickwork on one side.

‘I reckon you might be right,’ Phil breathed to him, as Effie and her band went back inside to start up again. ‘I reckon you are in there, old chap.’

‘Told you,’ said Monty, as certain as he was that the sun would rise tomorrow. ‘I’m going to marry her.’

#submission #ttb yule bash

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aceinspace691 · 3 years

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maybe 50 with smol tommy and big techno?

tommy has a bad nightmare of the human he used to live with and techno needs to console him? idk i kinda think it would be cool

I’m so sorry that this took so long! I hope you enjoy! I kind of wrote more than I needed to but hey here ya go haha... I’m working on other ones but it might take a while for those as well. I’m super busy looking for apartments and working currently...

Prompts from here!

Warnings for mild Stockholm taking root, injuries, fear, threats, treating someone as inferior, keeping a person as a pet (Let me know if I missed any!) Word Count ~1500

-----There Will Come a Day-----

“Oh, Theseus!” Shivers shot down his spine and he pressed himself against the back of the cage fearfully as the human entered the room. The name was given to him for trying to be a hero, but in the end, he’d just been caught himself. The smile the human gave the borrower was sickening and it felt paralyzing. “I had a really awful day at work, and I need to destress.” The cage door squeaked open and fingers reached forward and wrapped around his middle. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Tommy shook his head, though he knew it wasn’t really a question. He’d learned a long time ago that his opinion didn’t matter, and that struggling only made everything worse. But that was okay.

After all, he was Dream’s.

He was the property of the blond who liked to wear that stupid smiley mask and squeeze him a bit too tightly. Of the human who had been kind enough to give him food and shelter. He’d been told several times that he was lucky to be Dream’s.

There could have been a worse human that found him, he’d been told. That another human might have killed him and not have graciously befriended the borrower and kept him safe. Maybe, at the beginning, Tommy might have disagreed and fought, but now, after several months at least, he’d lost his fight and will to get away.

The fingers around him shifted and fidgeted with his limbs, though they didn’t do much to the wings stuffed under his shirt. Fingers rolled his arm absently as the human crossed the room to sit at his desk, tapping away with his other hand on the computer. The fingers around him squeezed every now and then, mostly bearable.

But one squeeze was particularly tight and it forced the air out of Tommy’s fragile lungs. A sound came with it, and his body instinctively pushed at the tight grip around him.

He realized his mistake a moment later as the clacking of keys stopped and he froze, feeling himself be moved and set down on the desk. The human clicked his tongue in disappointment.

“Theseus..” dissatisfaction dripped from the human’s lips, and he was scowling, Tommy could see it from the way the human/s lips quirked downward.

“I-I’m sorry, Dream,” the boy stuttered out, trying not to choke on his fear, “I, um, I didn’t mean to! The grip was just a bit too tight and I--”

A sharp, disbelieving laugh left the human. Tommy flinched. “I had a bad day. I told you that already, didn’t I?” Tommy didn’t respond, didn’t think that’s what Dream actually wanted.

He was wrong. A fist slammed down on the desk inches from Tommy, shaking the surface horribly and making Tommy fall. He stared up at the human with wide eyes filled with fear.

“I asked you a question, Theseus.” The human’s teeth were visible, clenched and Tommy shuddered. “When I ask a question, you answer, got it?” Tommy gave a series of rapid, frantic nods, arms curled close to his chest in panic. “Good.”

The human gave a sigh and leaned back, the anger from before still buzzing around Tommy, though the human seemed more relaxed. Tommy trembled with adrenaline, his nerves shot.

“Now, like I was saying. I had a bad day, and I told you that when I rescued you from your cage today, didn’t I?”

“Y-Yes, sir.” It took everything in Tommy to not flinch as a finger reached forward and gave him a rough pat of approval on his head. He hated that he craved the validation and warmth that was evident in Dream’s smile that appeared.

“Good boy!” He praised, scooping Tommy into his palms, the latter remaining motionless. “But I do think it’s kind of selfish of you to make this about you, don’t you?”

Dread pooled in his stomach and he swallowed fearfully. “Yes, sir.”

“I’m glad you agree, though I think you still need to be punished...” The human trailed off, pinching one of Tommy’s arms between his fingers. Tommy’s breath hitched. “But maybe you could change my mind?”

Tommy immediately fell into an incoherent babble of apologies and pleading. Saying he was so sorry and that he’d do better. Pleading for his tormentor friend not to hurt him. A part of him deep down knew that it did no good, but maybe it would lessen the punishment.

“Not good enough, Theseus,” Dream tsked.

Tommy didn’t have time to register the words before the human pulled and a blinding pain filled him. He was screaming, he realized, but couldn’t bring himself to stop.

“Theseus?”

Tommy tried to quiet himself and only succeeded slightly.

“Tommy!”

Tommy jolted awake in a dark room, the cold of his cage under him. He could see a silhouette that was barely outlined by the moonlight behind it. He scrambled back as a hand reached in, a panicked chirp leaving him.

He pressed his hands against his mouth, trying to muffle his whimpers as the human paused. Then it was reaching for him, and it gently scooped him out and brought him closer to the human before Tommy registered, shouting in fear.

“Dream, please!” He cried, body wracking with trembles as he curled close to himself, cradling his injured arm to his chest. “I didn’t mean to, please, just, please!”

“Hey,” A voice was saying, deep and monotonous, “hey, kid. You’re okay, no one’s gonna hurt you here.” A finger brushed up and down his arm.

That didn’t make sense. Even when Dream soothed him after he was punished, he wasn’t this gentle. Dream always said it in a patronizing way. This person sounded... genuine.

His breath sounded loud in his ears and he made a hesitant, daring move to look up at the human.

Now that his eyes had adjusted more, he could see the long, pale pink hair of the human in the moonlight. No smiling mask. A concerned expression, that he could see.

“Technoblade...?” He winced at how rough and quiet his voice came out. He sounded pathetic.

“Hey, kid. That’s right.” The vague praise and warmth in the voice sent pleasant shivers down his spine. “You back with me?”

Tommy nodded, then remembered himself with another wince. “Yes, sir.”

“Just Techno is fine,” the voice reminded him gently, yet Tommy still stiffened a bit, “you’re okay, kid.”

Tommy bit back the urge to tell the human that he wasn’t a kid, that he was a big man, but instead he simply nodded. Techno resumed the motion from before, trying to further soothe Tommy as he gently rubbed his arm.

Moments of silence stretched, and Techno broke it first.

“So, uh, before... you were makin’ like, bird sounds.” Techno didn’t notice how Tommy had stiffened. “Are you... an avian hybrid, by chance?”

“No!” Tommy blurted, the wings beneath his shirt flaring and giving him away.

“Kid, I can see your wings under there.” Tommy choked on a sob as he flinched away from the finger, pressing his forehead to the leathery skin of the hand he was on. He tried to show his apology in his very posture. “Kid..?”

“I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry, Technoblade!” Tommy trembled, keeping his head down despite the uncomfortable warmth. A panicked trill rose in his throat and he just barely suppressed it. “Please, sir, do what you want with anything but the wings, anything but the wings, please!”

It was hard to focus, and he had to strain to hear the gentle murmuring hums of the human holding him. Calming him down. Being patient. and kind, and too good for the likes of him.

“Shhh, hey, hey,” the gentle touch was back, this time just barely brushing over his wings through his thin shirt, almost hesitantly, “you deserve love. You didn’t deserve what Dream did to you. And I’m never, ever going to hurt you. I didn’t mean to scare you, I just asked because Phil is also one. You’re safe here, Tommy.”

“But, I, I lied. And I’m annoying, so...”

“Tommy.” The voice was firm now, and Tommy tensed. “Look at me.”

And he did. He looked up slowly, and saw how intently Technoblade was looking at him in the darkness, the dim light of the moon. He swallowed thickly.

“No one is ever going to hurt you again.” Techno told him with the most serious, earnest expression that Tommy had seen so far. “How many times do I need to tell you before you believe it?”

Tommy winced, opening his mouth to apologize, but Techno just shook his head slightly. And Tommy finally started to understand, a spark of his old self reigniting within him. Techno gave him a small smile in the moonlight, following up his previous question.

“Because I’ll remind you and prove it to you as many times as I need to.”

#mcytgt #ace writes #anon ask #ace answers #tiny!tommy #giant!dream #giant!techno #prompt game #the insomnia strikes again #its 4am why am i awake #hope you guys like this #i crave validation /hj

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shushiyuii · 3 years

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tiny naga ranboo being nomed by giant techno because it was cold

It is done, my dear Anon! :3

(I can just hear Mario kart blasting from my brothers rn lmao)

Warnings: Mentions of past trauma and Soft vore

Words: 1.5K+

The calming ember sounds of the fire filled the room, crackling echoes. The occasional sound of a page-turning or grunts could be heard from the pinkette situated not too far from the windowsill as it was right next to the desk.

It was a comforting silence, at least from Technoblade’s standpoint. It couldn’t be quite the same for Ranboo. He watched as the snowflakes fell softly onto the window, being small he could make out the details of the snowflakes and their design.

All different and unique, it was distracting… But maybe not distracting enough. His thoughts clouded with worry, panic. Not that he’d display this worry in front of Techno though, since he didn’t quite have a good history with the two, he was worried about.

But what if they froze in the cold? If he couldn’t keep them warm or protect them? He knew he had no reason to worry about his other tiny friends because they could more or less handle themselves, but he couldn’t help but worry.

“You alright, Ranboo?”. Ranboo turned his head to see that Techno had now directed his attention towards him. He hissed low as he coiled in on himself a bit more, he hadn’t noticed the chill that came from the window as he finally came to reality.

He was freezing himself, “I-I’m okay! No worries, Techno!”. Ranboo could handle himself in this weather, he’d done it many a time before since he used to live in the Antarctic constantly, not only that but now in Snowchester.

He could handle a bit of the cold. “You sure? You look rather chilly there.”. It seemed that Techno had no interest in what defiance Ranboo had to say as Techno walked over and offered his hand to the naga.

“…”. He hissed softly and placed his hand onto Techno’s, a pleasant change in temperature. So much so that his instincts took over and curled around Techno’s arm, embracing the warmth. He looked up just to see Techno smile.

A rare sight as the Piglin rarely ever displayed affection, it just went to show the trust between the two. “You sure you aren’t cold?” It was a rather teasing tone, Ranboo just huffed in response, a rare sort of sass from himself. “Now what’s gotten you so bothered?”.

Well, it was apparently obvious that something was on his mind but how was he supposed to tell Techno he was worried about the one who betrayed him and the government that had attempted to kill him at some point?

“Uhh- It’s nothing, promise”. Techno hummed, he knew it wasn’t just nothing, but he wasn’t one to press on matters, especially if they weren’t any of his business. “Alright, but if you want to talk or something. I’m uh- here, okay?”.

Ranboo smiled up at Techno and smiled, “Thanks.”. “No problem, now uh- How about some food eh? You’re probably tired after having to travel to the Syndicate meeting today-“. Techno made his way to the fireplace he cooked food on, Techno grabbed a small bowl and filled it up with the stew.

He made his way back to his desk, placing the bowl beside his work. He allowed Ranboo to get off his arm towards the meal, then sat down at his seat. So, the two sat there in silence, the naga eating as much of he could of the bowl’s contents and Techno writing away, most likely plans to demolish a government.

…

“I uh-“, Ranboo broke the silence. He wanted to tell Techno, but he was worried about what Techno would think of such things. Then Techno hummed, an indication he was listening. Great now he had to tell him, didn’t he?

“I’m worried…”

“About what?”

“About uh- Tommy and Tubbo…”.

Techno turned to face Ranboo but it wasn’t with malice or anything, if anything it was of concern. “How come? Is something the matter?”. “I- I kind of left without warning- So, I’m worried that the two will come looking for me, and in this weather, it won’t be good for the two…”.

He coiled in himself sightly, worried for the Piglin’s response of anger.

Instead, a gentle finger ruffled the naga’s hair, “We can go look for them if you want?”. Techno’s face was soft and gentle, meaning that the gesture was genuine, but Ranboo couldn’t help but question that fact. “B-But I thought you-“

“Hated them?”, he was cut off. A sigh came from Techno as he pinched his snout. “I don’t, rather it’s displeasure. Even though what they’ve done, I’ve never hated them for that fact.”, “W-why?”, “Because, well… If you think about it, Tubbo was a young president, wasn’t he?”.

Ranboo nodded, “That means he had a council, meaning he was under the influence of others, that he in fact didn’t quite have full control. As for Tommy, I may have a fact to confess. Didn’t really want to announce it but I might as well”.

He continued as he picked up a piece of paper from the side, “A crow recently came to me with a letter, it was strange because Phil lived next door. But, the letter itself wasn’t from Phil, it was from-“, “Tommy?”, “Yes”.

“He sent a letter of apology yesterday, stating regret for his actions and such. Wishing to work on what he had messed up”. Ranboo perked up at that fact, he knew he and Tommy had discussed Tommy’s past actions and such, but he didn’t think Tommy would live up to it.

“Wow- I didn’t think-“, “Yeah, I was surprised as well. But it seems the boy is changing. So, I’m more than happy to help. Besides, after all you’ve done for me, I think I owe you a favour or two, don’t I?”

“What?! No, No! No-“, a giant finger pressed to small lips. Well, it seems he couldn’t quite argue with Techno at this point.

Then, he shivered. It surprised him because he hadn’t noticed it had gotten so cold. In fact, it seemed that the snowstorm outside was picking up. He looked to Techno, “As much as I appreciate the offer Techno it’s freezing outside.”.

Techno hummed, “Piglins can handle cold temperatures. Actually, I’d be completely warm during the whole storm. Now, come here.”.

Techno lent his hand again, confused he looked at Technoblade’s face. “What?”, “Aren’t you going to come with me?”, “I- Techno it’s-“. “It’s fine, I’ll store you”.

Ranboo sighed in defeat and coiled around Techno’s hand securely as Techno brought Ranboo towards his face. “Y’know it’ll be better than out here; I’m built for the nether.”. Ranboo hummed in response and hissed softly, showing he was comfortable with that fact.

Then, it began as Techno opened his maw wide for the Naga to slip inside. Ranboo shrieked back slightly at the sight of the number of sharp fangs on display. In a second, Techno’s tongue wrapped around his torso in a comforting matter as it picked him up and brought him into the man’s mouth.

It was undoubtedly warm as Ranboo instinctively hugged the tongue that now laid beneath him. To which it responded by giving him a few licks. The mouth vibrated slightly as he could hear purrs admitting from Techno’s throat.

To which the tongue then began to quickly poke and wrap around him a bit more, it seemed that Techno was rather enjoying the Naga’s taste. (Most probably due to the fact that for Techno, it tasted like a mix of Vanilla and Chocolate.).

Despite the mouth itself is warm and comfortable, it couldn’t quite be the same for his tail as he hung out from the mouth between Techno’s lips. Then, the mouth shifted upwards slightly. Not enough for Ranboo to slip down but rather an indication of communication.

Ranboo picked up on that, so he responded by rubbing the roof of the mouth, allowing Techno to know that he had the approval of swallowing. And so, the room shifted more upwards as Ranboo slipped into the entrance of the throat, to which he was gently swallowed.

The purring increased as his throat pressed up against him, it was squeezing him but not in an uncomfortable manner. He almost made him want to laugh as he was still technically outside with his tail.

In a fun manner, he moved his tail slightly. Techno’s purring then stopped suddenly, it confused him as he heard nothing from the Piglin, only the feeling of the throat pressing him down. But suddenly, he made him almost want to laugh as a tickling sensation was felt on his tail.

Techno slurped up his tail like a noodle and swallowed and continued until Ranboo landed in his stomach. And when he did, Ranboo couldn’t help but laugh after what played out, in fact, it had actually cheered him up of his worries.

“Thanks, Tech, I needed that.”, Techno hummed “No worries just get comfortable, I gotta find two other brats now.”. A comforting rub could be felt from the walls, he rubbed back with a smile.

Techno then grabbed his cape and crown, opening the doors to a barreling amount of snow attacking his face, but shook it off as he had to find two maniacs that were probably wandering around in the snow.

He smiled, it had actually been a while since he had stored somebody. The last time he had done so was with Tommy, hiding him from Dream. He actually missed the boy...

At least for now Ranboo was safe and comfortable, now he had to worry about those other two idiots.

#mcyt g/t #mcytg/t #dsmp g/t #shushi's writings #giant!techno #tiny!ranboo #tiny!tommy #tiny!tubbo #tw vore

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findingjoynweirdstuff · 3 years

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Dream SMP Recap (April 7/2021) - Banquet Invitations

The Eggpire is busy with preparations for the coming feast. After discussing with the Egg, Antfrost and Bad have decided that it would be best for the Egg’s reputation to clean up the Blood Vines over the server.

They go around, offering invitations to a few important guests...

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VOD LINKS:

Ponk

Nihachu

Foolish

Philza

Wilbur

Ranboo

Badboyhalo

Captain Puffy

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- Ponk continues to work on his project, and plays an audio sneak peek of his upcoming story:

“Who is Ponk? A question that holds many answers, none quite right, yet all showing a glimpse into a grander truth.

To sum: he is a traitor. Corrupted by a lust for power, and the burden of uncountable betrayals. To others, he is a life-giver and trusted ally. In many ways, he is all these things, within the ever-shifting alliances and world-changing events that occur within the SMP. Ponk is always there in the forefront, influential in ways both obvious and subtle.

But before all this, before the reign of the Egg, or the massacre at Manberg, he stood as one of the founding seven. These tales I will share with you today are those of the bygone times...before two Lemon Trees burned away his heart. Before his once-friend took his arm. A time even before he wore a mask.

Now gather close, and listen to these old man’s words, and let us delve deep into the legends that have brought us to where we are today...”

- “Tip Tup” visits the Arctic to see Phil and finds out that Avondeten has died. He is heartbroken. Top Ten Tip Tup Trauma Moments.

- Tip Tup and Phil hold a funeral for Avondeten. Tip Tup hired Fundy to give a funeral speech in Dutch

- After the solemn speech, Tip Tup chows down on Avondeten. Rest in peace.

- Tip Tup and Phil get a rabbit and talk to Ranboo.

- Tip Tup is an endocrinologist.

- Tubbo arrives. That’s a Top Ten Tip Tup Tubbo Moment.

- Tip Tup blips out of existence. He is no longer in tip top Tip Tup shape.

- Tubbo is in a hole. They attempt to get him out with no luck.

- Tubbo makes noises.

- They push Tubbo out of the hole with water and Tubbo gets into a boat with Ranboo and spins around. Tubboat.

- They find a baby slime. Tubbo names it Squishy Fuck.

- Phil, Ranboo and Tubbo hang out in the Arctic. Tubbo tells Phil about his Soviet radiation horror dreams.

- Bad makes plans to give out invitations to people for the Red Banquet.

- As they prepare for the feast, Bad and the Eggpire have been trying to clean up the server. The Egg has a poor reputation. They discussed it with the Egg and decided that they were coming across too intense, so they have been making peace and cleaning up some of the Blood Vines as a sign of good faith. The Egg has given them permission.

- He demonstrates this by removing a vine.

- Antfrost comes over. They notice that Foolish and Sam are online.

- They remove the Blood Vine off of the flower shop. The Egg approves.

- They head down to the spider spawner and the Egg Room. Bad explains that they may have been been a little too hard on people.

- Antfrost shows him the Red Banquet decorations. Bad says they may have to clean up a bit in the Egg Room.

- At the end of the Red Banquet, everyone will come away loving the Egg. Everyone will be happy.

- The Egg doesn’t mind that it was covered in a colorful shell. It’s like putting on new shoes.

- The banquet is going to be “mind-changing!” So much fun! They head back up to find Sam, thinking he might be at the prison.

- They go over to the prison. The Egg just wants to get along with everybody. The Egg doesn’t hate; it appreciates.

- They meet Sam at the prison entrance and say hello. Sam is holding a clock. Bad and Ant invite him to the banquet. It’ll be fun -- they’ll chill, they’ll party, maybe have some bacon. They tell Sam the party will be held underground near the Egg.

- Sam is skeptical, but Bad says that the Egg wants to say sorry and make things right. Sam starts to come around to it.

- They hand him a block of redstone as a temporary invite. They don’t have proper physical invites at the moment, but Sam says he’s down to go to the banquet.

It’s a “burying the hatchet” type deal. Sam thinks he would like that.

- He hands the two of them several books and quills, explaining that he confiscated them from Dream and they can have them.

- They’ll bury the hatchet in the ground and turn over a new leaf.

- A baby zombie on a chicken runs over. Sam swiftly kills it.

Sam: “There, now no one had time to get attached.”

- Sam says he has a lot of work to do, and he’ll see them soon.

- Next, Bad and Ant decide to reach out to Foolish. They meet with him at Snowchester.

- They’re there on the Egg’s behalf, and would like to extend to Foolish a heartfelt apology for stepping overboard, and they’re there to bury the hatchet, say sorry and give him an invitation to a party.

- Foolish points out that they celebrated Tommy dying in his hotel room. Bad and Ant want to let bygones be bygones and apologize for going too far. The Egg has recognized that it has done wrong.

- Foolish says that while he doesn’t quite accept their apology yet, but he’ll give them one final chance. Bad says they just want to turn over a new egg.

- Foolish says that if anything happens, he will not hesitate to split the Egg open with a lightning bolt. Bad assures him that there will be no surprises, just dancing, partying and food. It’ll be a fun feast.

They give him a temporary invitation.

- Bad and Ant leave. Bad accidentally calls Antfrost “Skeppy” in a slip of the tongue and then explains that he was just thinking about Skeppy, whether to invite him too.

- They wonder if Puffy is available.

- They clear out some more Blood Vines. There’s just been a misunderstanding, and everyone’s making the Egg to be some kind of monster when really, the Egg just wants what’s best for the server.

- Puffy logs on and they speak with her at her house, inviting her to the banquet too. They say it’ll take place down by the Egg. They explain to her that they just want to make amends and bury the hatchet.

- Puffy says she’ll give them the benefit of the doubt. Bad hands her a temporary invite.

- The food will be to die for! Not literally, though, of course...

- Puffy says she’ll be there. They’ll talk to her later.

- They leave. Bad is excited for the banquet.

“I promise that everybody who shows up...is not going to be the same when they leave."

(The lore section of the stream is over)

- Bad and Antfrost play around with Drista’s staircase and notice all the pranks on Bad’s mansion

- Fundy logs on and goes AFK on the Prime Path. Bad and Ant get the idea to prank him by pushing him towards the museum. They dig a hole down to bedrock and push him in, then fill in the hole and return to the surface, leaving him down there.

- Fundy appears on the surface while they’re not looking, appearing to still be AFK, and the two are perplexed. They do it a second time.

- They get suspicious and start digging down as they notice Fundy’s nametag isn’t showing. They reach the bedrock and Fundy is nowhere to be seen. They return to the surface only to find Fundy has reappeared there again.

- They dig a new shallow hole and put Fundy in it, only for Fundy to move again while they’re not looking.

- Ranboo logs on and comes over and covers the hole with grass. Out of sight, out of mind.

- Bad boxes Fundy in with blocks with signs on them so that if Fundy breaks the blocks, they’ll be able to tell.

- They check a couple times, but it seems to have worked, and Fundy moves no longer. They decide it must be lag.

- Bad goes to watch the Sad-ist animation but then Fundy reappears on the surface while they’re not looking again, and all of the blocks and signs seem to be intact.

- They put Fundy in the hole again and Bad adds more signs.

- Bad reacts to the Sad-ist animatic with the video playing in the corner of the screen so that he doesn’t look away from Fundy.

- The first time, the volume on the video is too loud, so Bad tabs out to set it up again. Antfrost was supposed to watch Fundy, but when Bad tabs back in Fundy has appeared right in front of him.

- Bad boxes Fundy in again with diorite and stands on top of it so that he’d hear if Fundy broke any blocks and reacts to the animatic a second time.

- Though blocks can be heard breaking during Bad’s second watch, when Bad tabs back in to check on Fundy, Fundy is still there. Antfrost left, though.

- Bad opens the box. Was that torch always there?

- He covers the box back up and goes to end stream, satisfied. But before he does, he checks one more time. The torch is gone.

- The next time he looks, there are two torches.

- Bad stands on top and breaks the roof. Fundy’s head has turned to stare straight at him, unmoving.

- Bad repeatedly places and breaks the block. Fundy’s head moves to look at him whenever the block is broken.

- Bad breaks the block one final time. Fundy turns his head slowly to look at Bad for a moment before logging off and disappearing.

- Bad runs away to end stream.

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Upcoming events remain the same.

#dream smp #dream smp recaps #long posts

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stellocchia · 3 years

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This is part 3 of the Comprehensive Analysis of c!Tommy and c!Dream’s relationship during the Exile Arc

Part 1 - Part 2

Here we go again! When I started this I did NOT think it would be this long or take this much time, that said the Exile Arc is very nice to rewatch. There are a lot of little moments I didn’t notice on first watch.

Anyway, as always from here on out it’ll all be about the characters and we will be discussing some heavy topics so do keep that in mind!

We are now onte the 4th proper Exile stream: Tommy Is Holding It Together in Exile with Dream

This one peculiarly enough does not start with Tommy drowning. Also I want to mention that this is the second time during exile where Tommy mentions that he thinks he is allucinating. The first time it was in regard to seeing a group of mobs, this time it was in regard to Tubbo being on-line. Also at the beginning of the stream he finds a present left from HBomb consisting of 1 fire resistance potion 1 strenght II potion, Wait and a photo of the Queen, Tubbo and Vikkstar.

“We need to do something and quick today. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but every single day at the start of my stream Dream logs on uh... and I’m starting... *sigh* he said that Technoblade was over there” (moment when he decides to go scout out Techno’s cabin)

“Okay, what if- just- just to investigate it because I know- I know that big man Dream wouldn’t be too happy if he knew so...” (the manipulation is turning out to be quite effective)

By the way, the reason Tommy states for wanting to see Techno at this point is literally just too feel again like there was someone near (he did say “to smell” someone near, which does tie in with him saying he could “almost smell” Dream when he was searching Techno’s cabin when only Ghostbur and Tommy were there, which I’m sure we could analize further, but I won’t), not to team with him. Once again, :t no point was it Tommy’s intention for them to team up.

“I’m very lonely out here heh, I’m very lonely back home” (casual use of “home” to referr to Logstedshire)

“I wanna go back, I wanna go back. I don’t like this no I don’t like this now we’ve been away for too long” (panicked speach patterns get worse the longer he is away)

“Friend??? No, horse” (Lmao)

“Dream wouldn’t want me going in here...” “Dream wouldn’t like it if I was here! Dream wouldn’t like it if I stole! He’d loose his shit, he’d loose his shit. Surely not...” *Dream joins the game* “oh Oh OH NO! I’m in deep fried shit!”

I want to point out that I personally think a bit of time has passed since last stream, mainly because of this progression. At this point it’s not only fear of physical pain prompting him to act a certain way, it’s also Dream’s conditioning: suddenly what Dream wants it’s extremely important and the same goes with what he would and wouldn’t approve of. And, if I remember correctly, this particular scene was quite the eye opener for a lot of the audience at the time.

“Okay we run back we run back we run back we run back *screams* okay which way’s back? which way’s back? which way’s back? He [Dream] can’t know he can’t know” (panicked speach patterns once again, getting worse)

“I knew I shouldn’t have gone there, that was stupid that was stupid that was stupid” (self-loathing)

“Now how do I get home?” “No no, chat, we should just get home!” “We should probably get home quick” “Is anyone at home? Maybe Wilbur came home” (Logsteshire has now the title of “home”, but it’s definitely not safe)

“No!” *creeper blows up* “*sigh* I deserve that” (self-loathing)

“You know let’s clean up our land. What we need to do before... before He arrives. Maybe we should make a little safe spot, nah, there isn’t enough time today. You know I reckon after last night He is gonna be okay with us, He is gonna be much more...” (hard time speaking or thinking about Dream)

Tommy proceeds to seat down with the compass listening to Far and looking towards L’Manburg for a while. Then Tubbo (hallucination, which is quite worrying) comes out of the portal with the compass in hand and they stare at each other for a bit, after that he keeps seeing Tubbo (always hallucination) throughout the stream.

“I actually just woke up Tommy and I came straight here, to visit you” “Why would you go stra- straight here?” “Because I wanted to see you~” “Why?” “Uh, because we’re friends” “Oh yeah... hi Dream!” “Hello”

Dream arrives and blows up Tommy’s armour and weapons (I actually did not remember about Dream taking the weapons every time as well, but it does make sense in Dream’s f*cked up way considering that his intent was leaving Tommy entirely defenceless so that he would be more dependent on him). This time though, Dream makes Tommy light up the tnt, with minimal resistance from Tommy at this point (he just says: “I don’t really want to”, but he can’t bring himself to resist more then that).

I do find quite interesting that every time they seem to have the blowing up and insecurities part of the conversation at first and then basically re-start all over. It happened last stream as well. Also, Dream keeps accentuating 2 points to Tommy: how everything back in L’Manburg is better without him there and how, while it is basically effortless to come visit Tommy, he is the only one making the effort (even going as far as going to visit first thing in the morning).

“I’ve had a little idea by the way, I want to know what you think” “Okay” “And also if I’m allowed” “Okay” “*sigh* Basically, I’ve been thinking, you know how we made our Big Path to get home?” “Yes, it’s been a little while” “Yeah yeah, I’m thinking: I throw a party!”

So, couple of things to talk about here: Tommy feels the need to constantly ask Dream for permission (because Dream just puts so many rules to this supposed “exile”), another indication of some time having passed since the last stream for them, considering that the last stream was literally the day before irl (I’m talking about the “it’s been a little while” part) and also this is when we are introduced to the idea of the party.

“I’m allowed? I’m allowed?” “Yeah, can I come?” “Of co- uh- yeah” “Okay, they’re allowed to come” (talking about the party)

“Well Dream, is it me or is it you that’s been left by themselves for about 13 days now?” (irl it’s been 4-5 days, though at least now we have a bit of a timeframe for them as well)

Ghostbur arrives with Phil (who gifts Tommy the Tommy Slippers, which are a pair of diamond boots, a stack of black wool, 8 iron blocks and a Friendship Emerald)

“Guys are you- are you real?” “Am I real?” “Because I keep fucking seeing... I keep seeing Tubbo” (Tommy finally mentioning the hallucination to others, also Ghostbur pretends to see him, though it was confirmed later on that he wasn’t there)

“Dream’s here by the way, Dream’s always here” (now that’s kinda ominous)

“Dream, Dream I swear to Christ I think I just kept seeing Tubbo” “I didn’t see him, I never saw him once. Phil didn’t see him either, it was only you and Wilbur. Pretty sure he wasn’t here~” “My eyes are not the most reliable, I see lots of things”

I’d say from here on out is when Tommy starts trusting Dream over his and Ghostbur’s perceptions of reality. After all, as I said at the start, this is not the first, nor the last time where he questions his own perception of reality and, as we talked about in the last analysis, it’s not the first time that Dream tries to assert himself as his main source of information (callback to him negating having ever destroyed any of Tommy’s belongings). Also Fundy came to visit giving Tommy an efficiency II fortune I diamond axe (may I point out now how Fundy is literally the one person, aside from Dream and Ghostbur, visiting the most and how he is the only one aside from Ghostbur always saying “hi” whenever Tommy logs on? Their friendship is so underrated).

“I’m going- I’m going crackers...” “Hi Tommy! I think- I think I saw Tubbo as well” “Dream was Tubbo here?” “I did not ever see Tubbo, but I don’t know, I haven’t seen him” (confirmation of what I said before)

“Dream, now that you showed up everyone started to visit me again!” “Well I think it’s just because the- well, to be fair, are they here with you right now? They’re just running around, like, I don’t think they are here visiting you, they’re just visiting Logstedshire” “Oh” (Dream enhancing Tommy’s feeling of loneliness)

“He [Tubbo] told me he missed you” “Really?” “Well-” “Yeah! I gave him a compass that pointed towards you at all times and he siad ‘I really miss him'“ “Really?” “Yeah” (...) “I thought I saw the compass in a chest, like he threw it in a chest in the Community House, but I’m not- maybe it was a different compass, I’m not sure”

Ghostbur was actually a great support during Tommy’s exile. From pointing out the holes in Dream’s rules, to trying and reassure and support Tommy when he is feeling down, often going directly against Dream’s narrative, even going as far as creating a physical connection between Tommy and Tubbo through the compasses. It’s no surprise then that Dream tried to get rid of him right after this stream. Tommy builds his first girlfrend, “hot girl”.

“Hey Tommy, don’t you worry, I’ll be at the beach party!” (Ghostbur said, like a liar...)

“Wilbur did you burn my hit novel?” “No!” “I heard you did” “No!” “Did you know that that was the only book in history that sold better then the Bible?” “No! No! No! Didn’t do it!” (Ghostbur said again, like a liar...)

“Wilbur we need a chest room” “No I don’t really need one, I just go to L’manburg” “Low blow ghost” (Ghost [derogatory])

“I’m sleep deprived” (we’re back into character after the 20 minutes of them bullying Brand)

“I have a gift for you Tommy” *gives Tommy iron helmet, chestplate and pants* “Armour? For me?” “Yeah” “Oh thank you, thank you!” “You’re welcome”

Remember this part because Dream will use this as a point against Tommy when destroying Logstedshire, just like Techno does later on. In case anyone was wondering: if you give something freely to someone as a gift you have literally no right to then hold it over their head at a later date. That’s just manipulative as shit.

This neds with Phil, Dream and Tommy making a cake for the beach party and deciding on the last few details, and:

“We’re getting better everyone. We’re getting- are we- we’re getting better. I guess- I guess we’re bonding... *sigh* I guess...”

I’ll leave this off by reminding everyone that Dream and Tommy called Dream blowing up Tommy’s armour and weapons “bonding”.

#dreamwastaken #tommyinnit #ghostbur #exile arc #tw abuse #tw manipulation #relationship analysis #long post #my post #I was thinking of doing 2 streams at a time every time #but including the beach party stream analysis in this post literally made my tumblr crash multiple times #so screw that!

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