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totiredtowrite · 3 years

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to the dad-kids request, yes- its the readers and the hq boys kid, thanks again!!

Imagine Being A Father

(Couldn't be me)

Warnings ~ like 3 curse words, but really just some ✨fluffy goodness✨

Note: I decided to do headcanons and a little fic thing. Also, I'll try with their characters. I'm not very well versed in Atsumu lol. (The characters are Atsumu, Sakusa, and Tendou). Oh and I also tried my best with the drabble part, cause for some reason my eyes just said nope and feel vv tired.

Male Reader

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Okay first off

Imagine being married to this man

Just being able to wake up and share a cup of coffee in the morning when he has time (or tea or water ykyk)

Anyways

You adopted a little girl when she was around 5 years old?

(She looks nothing like y'all <3)

But this guy is like overworked and tired please give him coffee and a hug thx

And I'm gonna say he isn't too vocal about his relationship

Like his team just does not know that he's liTERALLY MARRIED AND HAS A KID

Let's just say the first few months were rough

BUT IT'S OKAY, CAUSE NOW Y'ALL R HAPPY AND HAVE A 7 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER

So just imagine the teams surprise when they actually find out 💀

Today was the day, as your daughter kept saying. Today, you and you daughter were going to watch your husband play for the first time in a while. Your little girl was all hyped up, jumping around and practically dragging you out of bed.

It was cute, really. The actual game? Overwhelming in the best way. She was cheering loudly from the sidelines, eyes bright and starry. Anyone who saw you knew that she was your daughter, purely because of the adoration in your eyes. You felt so proud, so big!

And when the game ended with the Jackals winning, she practically jumped three feet in the air. As people were starting to leave, you gently told her that you were "going to see daddy."

You pick her up, and make your way down the stands. Of course that doesn't last long as she worms her way out of your arms and runs towards Sakusa, barreling into his leg at full force. "Papa! You did really good! The ball was like whooosh and the other guys were–" she continued to talk about how amazing he was as you made your way over and pecked him.

"You did well out there love," you mused into his lips. He smiled softly and kissed you back, leaning down to pick up your daughter. "It was tough." He said to your daughter. She giggled, little fists digging into his jersey.

The team? In shock. Before anyone could say anything, (as Bokuto was very obviously preparing to do), Sakusa shot them a sharp glare and turned to pat his daughters head, setting her down gently. "I'll meet you at the car," he said, rolling his eyes in the teams direction. You laughed softly and nodded.

Truly, this little family of yours was a blessing.

Atsumu Miya

I know this bitch looks like the type to not want kids, but when you two met the little twin boys for the first time, he just went ✨👄✨

Loves them with all his heart honestly

Your twins r 8 btw

His first thought was "omg did he do this because I have a twin what a tool"

And then he went "omg he did this because I have a twin, I love him"

Guy is smitten for you and would burn a whole ass building down for his sons

Def brags to Osamu about it

And the team

"Sorry can't make it tonight I'm gonna spend time with mY KIDS AND HUSBAND"

He always makes sure people know my guy is PROUD

Loves to spend time just doing whatever with his boysss

Can and will make time for you

Has 100 percent missed practice for y'all before

And would do it again what a gremlin

"Daaaad!" Atsumu turned his attention away from you. One of you kids was running towards you at full speed. "Heeeeelp!" He jumped onto the couch with you and your husband.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" Atsumu asks.

"He's gonna kick me because I chose the movie!"

You chuckled softly. These bundles of chaos reminded you of Atsumu and Osamu, the way they bickered back in high school. You sighed wistfully, combing your fingers through your sons hair as his twin comes running down the hallway. When he saw that his brother was in the safety of "where you parents can see you" he slowed to a walk and nervously fiddles his hands.

"Hi dad...hi papa." Atsumu raised a brow, but honestly wasn't all that shocked. Having siblings basically means "you can fight anywhere but in front of your parents." You chuckled again and poked Atsumu go get his attention.

He turned to you. "Why don't you and the boys make popcorn while I get the movie up, hm?" You said, reaching for the remote. The twins jumped and smiled, both bouncing on their toes once one got off of your lap.

"Course dear," Atsumu pressed a swift kiss to your lips and stood up. "Alright thing one, thing two," he addressed them both, "let's go make popcorn while your dad works his TV magic." He grinned at them, and followed as they ran into the kitchen excitedly.

As rowdy as your kids, (and your husband), could be, this house really did feel like home.

Tendou Satori

I think he's the most chaotic dad here

Because he works with chocolate in the timeskip, he definitely brings some home to your kid when you sPECIFICALLY SAY NOT TO

Such a tool I love him

You adopted a boy btw

Your son is like 11 years old now

At first you didn't know about adopting an older kid, but you admit it was the BEST DECISION EVER

Y'all r cute

Like going out and having little family days

Best believe if your kid has any trouble at school Ten will ACT UP

And no I don't mean beating up little kids

Loves you both so much it literally hurts

You'll like come home from work and see Tendou and your kid in the living room just covered in paint

Which as I think about it is a really good prompt so I'm gonna write that hehe

Today was tiring, you decided. Work had been absolute hell, as your boss decided that you were capable enough to handle twice the amount of work as usual. Your hands ached from typing and writing all day long, your eyes were tired from looking at screens and papers all day long, and honestly the only thing you wanted was a break from all the words.

Which is why it was a suprise when you opened the door to your apartment and your husband was sitting in the living room with your son, both covered in paint. They were talking and painting random things messily. You were just thankful that Satori had the sense to lay newspapers down beforehand, because paint was everywhere.

You didn't say a word as you closed the door, slipped off your shoes, dropped your bag and hobbled forward to collapse on the couch. "Hi dad!" Your son says loudly. "Dad #2 said that you were gonna be late today, so we ordered takeout! He says it's on the way now!"

"That's great kid," you said sleepily. It was just like your son to inform you about the most crucial current detail going on, but he hadn't said anything about the paint yet.

Tendou grinned at you, little dried green and blue splatters of paint on his face offsetting his red hair. "We wanted to make you something!" He said proudly. He then gestured at you son. "This little guy did most of the work honestly."

You tilted your head. Make you something? That was new. Your son nods. "Dad #2 said that you got more work and was gonna be late, so I wanted to make to a picture!" He holds up a rather well done cartoonish dog. Satori held up his own paper, which was a hastily painted house and trees.

You sighed, a tired smile taking over your face. They were dorks, but they were your dorks.

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kuroos-babie · 3 years

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falling in love with a single mom hcs

INCLUDES: nishinoya, tsukishima, yaku

you spent a good part of your childhood with nishinoya, chasing away the dogs that had a penchant of scaring your best friend shitless, climbing trees and playing treasure hunt

it was funny, to say the least, seeing how he grew from such a scaredy-cat to the energetic and confident noya everyone knows

throughout highschool you watched him chase girl after girl and he watched you turn down guy after guy

the dynamic you two had was that of a feral gremlin child and its chill owner holding the leash and everyone, including you two, thought you would always be together

everyday was fun with nishinoya's energy hanging around you, no doubt

but when he asked you to travel the world with him right after graduation, he was met with a hesitant refusal

"i'm planning to go to college, yuu"

"it'll be fun, y/n! like going on an adventure!!"

"visit me once in a while"

his heart clenched at the way you smiled at him with teary eyes, "i can't change your mind can i?"

with a soft shake of your head, he sighed

he leaves in three days

the first few months of him being away were filled with calls and pictures of his trips, smile seemingly wider and brighter than before and a part of you regretted not coming with him

but college starts in a week, and with that came missed calls and ignored messages

at some point, neither of you just remembered to hit the other up, caught up with the stresses of your own life and before either of you knew it, 5 years have passed

he came to visit home for the first time in years, no longer the boyish noya you knew but he still had that warm aura around him

you were the first thought to come to mind the moment he step foot in town, his whole body buzzing with excitement at the mere thought of seeing you again

so of course he went straight to your house, feet taking step after memorized step and hands clutching bags of things he got from his travels

"Y/N!!!!!", he calls out as he enters your house which was answered with a harsh shushing

turning a corner he saw you in the living room, lovely as ever-- he thought, and with a baby sleeping soundly in your arms, "the baby's sleeping, yuu"

"whose...?"

you laughed at the cracking in his voice, "mine, who else's?"

man, he looked like he was about to cry

he quietly approached you, careful as to not wake the baby

"for you", he mumbled while handing you the bag of snacks and stuff

the room was filled with silence after you hummed a short thanks

he was looking at the child's face, it looked like you, he thinks

he asked when you got married, "you didn't tell me, didn't even invite your best friend to your wedding", he whined

"i didn't, i'm not married"

his eyes were wide as they looked at you

you told him about getting pregnant shortly after college graduation and getting ditched

he thought of himself selfish as he heaved a sigh of relief

"it's fine though, my parents are helping me a lot", he notes how you looked at your baby with such fond eyes and his heart swelled, he felt like crying

you chuckled at the look on his face, "hey don't look so sorry for me, can't be happier to have her"

"what's her name?"

you looked at your daughter's face and pet at her cheek with a finger, "yui"

nishinoya couldn't hold it in anymore and so he let himself cry and pulled you close

and for the nth time since the day of your college graduation he asked you again, "come with me, y/n, let's travel the world" but you have a child "i'll stay with you here until she's old enough", he said while kissing the tears that slipped down your cheeks

"then we can all go travel the world together"

he liked working at the museum, he really does

at least that's what he tries to tell himself as he led the group of preschoolers through the sendai museum

they were cute, yeah, but also very chatty

especially this one little boy with the frog hat

"what's this called?"

"it's a fossilized remain of--"

"how about this one?"

"it's--", and before he could answer, the child was already running to the other side of the exhibit

he just sighs

the tour ended and he was getting ready for his lunch break, proceeding to the cafe by the entrance as he always does

his eyes almost caught the flurry of green that passed beside him but he chose to ignore it

but of course it wasn't long after he sat down with his order when he heard a familiar bubbly voice

"mama that's the dinosaur guy!", he heard the little boy whisper loudly, "he's so tall, like a brachiosaurus!"

he couldn't supress the chuckle at the child's remark and he turned in his seat, "so you were listening, i thought you were just bouncing all around the place"

"oh sorry, did he give you a hard time?"

your voice drew his attention and he smiled at the sight of your worried face, something that surprised even him, "not really, no"

he invited you two to sit and eat with him and he listened to your son ramble all about dinosaurs and prehistoric animals

"a smart one, i like him"

your son really liked him too and asked you to take him to the museum again and see tsukishima

and so it became a habit for you to visit the museum every friday with the little boy, waiting for the tall blonde to get off work so you three could grab something to eat

and every time he sees you in the little cafe by the entrancne with your son, tsukishima couldn't help but smile a little and pat at his chest to calm the subtle fluttering as he push the door open

it was a weird feeling he never knew would come so naturally at the mere sight of you two

he bought your son picture books and and figurines and copies of the "walking with dinosaurs" documentary

"we should watch it this weekend..." his eyebrows shot up for a moment at your meek suggestion

of course the little boy was elated, excited to have him over at your house "yes! let's go now! i wanna watch it with tsukki now!!!"

tsukishima returned his gaze on you, "if it's not too much trouble then i'd love to go now"

and so the rest of the friday night was spent on your couch with all the lights turned off and a narration of al the allosaurus' life

you looked over at the other side of the couch to see your son laying on tsukishima, eyes fluttering shut with the man passed out and lightly snoring

he must've been tired

you draped a blanket over the two of them and waited for sleep to visit you too and it soon did

morning came and you woke up to the smell of coffee

"i borrowed your coffee maker, i hope you don't mind", his voice was still low, trying not to wake the little boy

"yeah, sorry i didn't wake you up last night... you looked tired"

he chuckled as you walked over to the kitchen to take out two mugs and prepared some toast, "i don't mind, it was the best sleep i've gotten in a while. i hope it wasn't too much of a bother for you though"

you leaned on the kitchen counter as you took in his appearance; hair ruffled and eyes puffy with sleep, "i don't mind it one bit"

he huffed a laugh and looked over to the sofa where your son still laid

"he likes you a lot"

"so it seems, i hope you do too", his face was smug but you didn't miss the red that tinted his cheeks when you told him "of course i do, in fact i was thinking maybe we should do this more often"

his smirk grew, "just say you want to wake up everyday to the sight of me and leave it at that"

you rolled your eyes at his comment but smiled nonetheless, "oh shut up"

he had just come back from the nekoma volleyball team reunion, head lightly buzzing from the few bottles of alcohol kuroo forced down his throat

making his way through the carpeted hotel hall, he could barely make out the sound of little feet hurriedly padding on the floor and quiet sniffles

taking out the keycard to his room with the blissful thoughts of finally sinking into the soft mattress was interrupted by a soft bump on his thigh, a muffled thud and a small "ow..."

it took a few moments before the sight of the little boy on the hotel floor registered properly in his brain

it was well past 2 am... why the hell is there a child running around the halls

"uh... hi?"

big bright eyes looked up at him and he can't help but sigh at the sniffles increasingly growing louder

"where's your mama, little guy?", yaku crouched to the little boy's level, careful to keep his balance as the booze and exhaustion was catching up to him

however, at the mention of his mother, the little boy's eye filled up with more tears and was ready to burst anytime, "mama..."

"oh no no no no"

yaku's too tired for this

so with a sigh and a groan, he took the boy in his arms and entered his room

"let's look for her in the morning, okay? i think i still have some cookies in my room, would like some?"

the little boy nods his head, earning a relieved sigh from yaku

the rest of the night was spent with cartoons playing on the large hotel room tv, yaku leaning against the headboard with the little boy snoozing away while being tucked in his arm, cookie on his hand and crumbs all around

morning came and panic surged through your body the moment you realized your 3 year-old son was nowhere inside your hotel room

your hurried to the security desk to report and hopefully make an announcement, head reeling and aching with the sudden rush of adrenaline first thing in the morning

with your head in your hands, you let out a groan while trying not to cry at all the possibilites flashing through your mind

your wallowing was cut short with an "excuse me, i found this child last night"

turning your head back to the security desk, you see a man in his pajamas and slippers, hair ruffled from sleep and a sleepy little boy laying on his shoulder

"oh my god"

the whole conlict ended when you came up to them and introduced yourself, the little boy quickly recognizing your voice and whipped his head over to you, "mama!"

your son reached out for you and yaku couldn't help but notice how pretty your glossy eyes were despite how disheveled you looked

"mama, yakkun gave me cookies and we watched cartoons aaaaall night!"

yaku's eyes widened at the little boy's words and let out a nervous chuckle, "you make me sound so suspicious"

he turned to you and explained how your son bumped into him at 2 am and he was just too tired to bring him down to the security desk

"my tired tipsy brain thought it was a better idea to just let him sleep in my room and look for mama in the morning", he ended with the tips of his ears tinged red

you laughed at his nervousness, "well we can talk more about it over breakfast, what do you say yakkun? my treat"

with the way you were smiling at him, how could he even refuse?

the rest of the morning was spent with coffee and waffles, juice and fruits and chatter

he learned you and your son were in town for a few days, "i wanted to go see the fishies in the aquarium!", the little boy quips

with the new volleyball season just around the corner, yaku knew he'd have practices but he offered to tour you two around tokyo

he wanted to see you two again

briefly taking care of the toddler last night and having breakfast with you, he realized, were very much a welcomed change of pace in his hectic pro volleyball life

"are you my dad? mama told me daddy was working in tokyo" he remembered your son quietly mumbling last night, "i haven't seen him though, not ever"

the rest of your stay in tokyo was spent hanging out with yaku, your son growing more and more attached to him and slept over at his room every night

as promised, he took you and your son on a tokyo tour and even brought you to practice, introducing you to the national team and teaching your child receives

of course your trip eventually reached its end, promises of meeting again drowned in the little boy's tears as he tried to reach out to yaku

"we'll meet again, little guy", he says while ruffling the boy's hair, "i'll even go visit you and we'll play lots, okay?

of course he made a point of contacting you frequently, often video chatting during meal times and bedtime and a few more hours after, relishing in the time he could spend talking alone with you

"i can't wait to see you two again", he always says right after "good night"

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soft--dragon · 3 years

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Tail Troubles

This is based around a headcannon I discussed with some friends on discord! Finally got around to doing it ^^ Hope you enjoy <3

Word Count: 4,825

Warnings: None

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

The life of a hybrid wasn’t easy. It had its ups and downs, instincts to follow, mannerisms to learn and upkeep. For Philza, it was preening his wings and keeping his feathers clean and straight. Techno, being part pig, meant he had to cut his hooves back a bit to prevent overgrowth. Wilbur, being Phil’s son, needed to preen his wings as well, the luscious feathers didn’t stay perfect without his help. Tommy was a raccoon hybrid, and with having a fluffy tail, one would think the boy would keep it brushed and in peak condition, not wanting to let the fur get dirty and matted.

Nope.

Tommy refused to touch his tail for reasons unbeknownst to the rest of the family. They used to do it for him when he was young but he grew up independent and didn't let them touch it past age five.

Any time Tommy brushed his hair, Phil would innocently ask him to do his tail at the same time and Tommy would just about throw the damn hairbrush across the room. Wilbur had offered to brush it for him but Tommy hissed at him and wouldn’t be in the same room as his brother for a whole day. Techno made one comment on the dirt stuck in the fur and Tommy flushed with a growl that really wasn’t that intimidating.

It was when Tommy once came home from hanging out with Tubbo and Ranboo, his tail thick with leaves, sticks, flowers and residue water, that Phil put his foot down.

Tommy was changing into more comfortable clothes in his room when he heard his dad call through the house.

“Tommy! Come here please!”

The request made the boy’s ears flick up with a confused noise. It wasn’t his night to help with cooking...was it? He’d done his chores before leaving the house to hang out with his friends, he hadn’t done anything wrong. Or at least he thinks he didn’t. Shrugging he pokes his tail through the back of his hoodie and hops down the staircase to the lounge. He poked his head through to the living room, his bright eyes on the man who was sitting on the couch. “Yeah Dad?”

Phil’s eyes were on his tail, a mix of concerned and mildly hidden dismay. “Your tail” Phil stated, “Tommy, this has got to stop, your fur is a mess.”

Tommy’s ears immediately flattened to his head with an indignant huff. “It’s fine Dad” he grumbled, very much aware that it wasn’t, but he refused to let himself care.

“It really isn't” Phil disagreed firmly.

“It’s my tail, let me look after it how I want to” Tommy growled, crossing his arms tightly.

Phil gave him an unimpressed look. “Tommy.”

Uh oh. The Dad Voice was out. Tommy refused to crumble though, squaring his shoulders and glaring at his father defiantly. “I’m not brushing my tail.”

Phil raised a singular eyebrow. “You really want to do this Toms?”

Tommy's tail subconsciously flicked nervously, ears starting to fold back without his permission. He put on a brave face and shook his head. “I’m not brushing it” he stated again.

Phil sighed, pinching the skin between his eyes. “Wil?”

Arms wrapped around Tommy’s middle and hoisted him into the air, the boy screeching in alarm and gripping onto the sturdy limbs holding him captive. “FUCK! WHAT?!” He swung his head around to see Wilbur’s wide grin, fangs bared and all.

“Where do you want him?” He asked Phil, re-adjusting his grip when Tommy started fighting tooth and nail for freedom.

Phil jabbed his thumb to the couch with a small smile. “Keep him there for now, I need to go grab a brush.”

Tommy squeaked at Phil’s words, scrabbling at Wilbur’s unrelenting hold. “Nononono! No this is against my rights! I’ll call the police! I swear to god I will!”

“And I call bullshit” Wilbur snorted, carrying Tommy to the couch and dropping him onto it before promptly sitting on his younger brother.

“Wilbur! Get the fuck off me!” Tommy shrieked, throwing his arms back in hopes of hitting Wilbur but only getting his wrists held in a gentle, but firm grip.

“Settle you feral gremlin” he chuckled. “We’re just brushing your tail, no need to go apeshit.”

“I don’t want you to! Let me up!”

“No.”

There was a sudden series of distressed chitters making Wilbur look down at his younger brother in surprise.

“Wilbur, please” Tommy begged, his ears pinned back to his blonde hair, his shoulders drawn up close.

Wilbur's eyes widened at the desperate, genuine plea. Tommy was staring up at him with wide blue eyes, his face pinched in an odd mix of nerves and fear, his tail tucked protectively against his side. Wilbur immediately recognized the defensive action and let go of his wrists, sliding off the couch to kneel beside Tommy. The boy immediately curled into a ball, his tail covering his face and his hands gripping the fluffy thing tightly.

“Toms?”

Tommy shook his head, a soft whine pulling from his throat, refusing to look at Wilbur. He stared, confused and worried in stunned silence. He barely heard Phil return but quickly pressed a finger to his lips when Phil began to speak. He held his father’s gaze for a moment, flicking his eyes between Tommy and his dad. Phil gave a slow nod, putting the brush on the table and sitting on the couch, close, but not touching his youngest son.

“Toms?” He asked softly. “What’s wrong?”

Tommy’s ears pricked at his father’s voice but quickly dipped again. He clenched his tail in his hands, the dirty appendage dropping little bits of the forest into the cushions. Phil couldn’t care less though, his boy was upset and cleaning could wait.

Wilbur hesitantly reached out brushing his fingertips over the tops of Tommy’s ears, pleased when they immediately perked at the feeling. “What’s going on sunshine?” Wilbur murmured softly, gently stroking the fluffy things.

The tip of Tommy’s tail wagged from the gentle motions and he made a low sound. “You’d think it’s dumb…” Tommy’s voice whispered from behind his tail.

“Never” Phil rested a hand on Tommy’s leg, rubbing his calf gently in a reassuring way. “Nothing you feel is invalid Toms, we’re listening.”

He briefly caught a glimpse of Tommy’s bright eyes glancing at him before being hidden behind his tail again. It was quiet for a moment before his voice muttered, “I...I don’t…” Tommy sighed, letting go of his tail to press his fists into his eyes. “It hurts…”

Wilbur glanced at Phil then gently rubbed the edge of Tommy’s ear, smiling a little at the quiet chitter he got in response. “Your tail?” He asked softly.

Tommy nodded. “I left it too long...it got matted…”

Phil hummed in understanding, “And now it hurts to brush?”

Tommy nodded again, leaning into Wilbur’s hand. “I didn’t want to bother you guys...I try to do things on my own because I’m getting older but…”

Phil gave a low, comforting sound. “It’s okay to ask for help Tommy, especially with your hybrid traits, we’re family yeah? We’re meant to help each other.”

Tommy lifted his head a little to look at his dad, a wary look in his eyes but it was quickly dashed at the reassuring smile sent his way. He uncurled himself, now fully pressing his head into Wilbur’s hand, chittering softly at the soft scratching around the base. He let himself melt into the affection before glancing at his brother and sighed. “We still gotta brush it huh?”

Wilbur nodded, cupping his cheek and stroking his thumb over his cheek gently. “Yeah, gonna have to sunshine.”

Tommy smiled at the nickname but his eyes had dropped to the carpet. “Okay…”

“Hey,” Wilbur gently tilted his head up to meet his gaze. “You want me to hug you as Phil brushes it? Would that help?”

Tommy bit his lip, his tiny fangs just sticking out from the action. After a moment of consideration he nodded, stretching his arms out to his older brother. Wilbur immediately scooped him up, holding him close as he sat cross legged on the couch, Tommy pressed close and wrapped around him.

Phil shuffled a little closer. “I’ll just clean out the sticks and leaves, okay Toms?” He said gently.

Tommy nodded, head over Wilbur’s shoulder and holding the back of his soft yellow jumper. Wilbur felt the tightness of the grip and gently rubbed his ear again.

“He’ll be careful Toms,” he promised, “he’s not gonna hurt you.”

Tommy buried his face into his shoulder with another small nod, biting back a nervous whine as he felt Phil’s hands gently hold his tail to keep it still, picking at the mess within the fur. It was unbearably quiet as Phil worked, Wilbur’s hug only helping his anxiety somewhat.

“Wilby?” Tommy murmured.

“Yeah sunshine?”

Tommy hugged his older brother shyly, the nickname always made him soft. “Could...could you sing please?”

Wilbur smiled, kissing the side of his head fondly. “Of course.”

Wilbur’s warm, velvety voice made Tommy melt further into him, eyes slipping closed and content to just listen to the comforting tones, and soon enough, purrs started to emit from his throat. Wilbur gently rubbed over Tommy’s back, trying to help relax his little brother as much as possible. He had once left his wings for too long and had to get Phil to help preen the feathers, the pain was tolerable, he couldn’t imagine how bad having matted fur would be. It seemed his singing was doing enough as it was though, Tommy had relaxed into him, his head resting against his brothers and letting out a stream of gentle purring.

After a few minutes of Wilbur’s quiet singing and Phil gently removing bits from his tail, Tommy was almost asleep, he hadn’t let anyone touch his tail in a long time, he had almost forgotten the other reason why...

“Toms?” Phil murmured suddenly.

Tommy let out a small grumble, shaky with his rumbles, not lifting his head from Wilbur’s shoulder.

“I’m gonna start brushing your tail okay?”

Tommy’s purrs cut out immediately, his whole body tensing up in Wilbur’s arms and Wilbur cooed sympathetically. “It’ll be okay Tommy, he won’t hurt you.”

Tommy knew that, of course he knew that, but he still pressed his face into the crook of Wilbur’s neck and the man was surprised at how warm the kid’s face felt. “You good?”

Tommy nodded but refused to make a sound. Wilbur shared a worried look with Phil and mouthed “Be gentle.”

Phil made a soft noise of agreement, picking up the brush and resting it on the base of Tommy’s tail. The boy flinched, shoulders jumping up to his ears and letting out a small gasp.

“It’s okay Toms,” Wilbur promised, carding a hand through his hair and nudging his head gently. “It’s okay.”

Phil had softened his brushing so it just went through the top fur, easily untangling any small tufts that had stuck together. He kept a rhythmic pattern, going from the base to halfway, leaving the end of the fluffy appendage for later as it was the most knotted. He kept a gentle hold on the boy’s tail, even when it started twitching from the brushing.

He was jolted from carefully watching Tommy’s tail when he heard a muffled sound, glancing up to where Tommy’s shoulders were bouncing and his face was pressed firmly into Wilbur’s shoulder. Wilbur’s eyes were locked to his baby brother, he looked stricken and wild with worry.

“Dad- Dad stop, I think he’s crying” Wilbur quickly smacked away the brush, his wings fluffing up protectively around Tommy.

Phil immediately ceased, dropping the brush and worriedly watching as Wilbur tried to coax Tommy to look at him.

“Tommy, sunshine, hey, can you look at me, Toms?” Wilbur gently slid his hand underneath Tommy’s jaw, gently tilting his head up to catch his gaze.

To his surprise, Tommy had a wide smile on his face and a pink tinge dusted his cheeks and nose, his eyes were shy and nervous, his gaze flicking from Wilbur to the couch.

“Tommy?” Wilbur murmured in confusion. “Wha- you’re smiling? I thought you were in pain…?”

Tommy would’ve hidden his face back into Wilbur’s shoulder had his brother not been holding his cheek, keeping him still. He brought a hand from clutching Wilbur’s sweater to bring it up to his warm face, covering his eyes with a small, shaky sigh. “I-I’m...it’s fine…” he muttered quietly.

“Fine-? Tommy it sounded like you were crying-”

“I said it’s fine Wil” Tommy’s tail unintentionally lashed on instinct, managing to drag over the brush still sitting on the cushions. He squeaked loudly, bringing his tail close to himself faster than you could blink, holding it firmly in his hands. It was eerily silent for a few moments before Phil chuckled softly.

“Ah, now I remember.”

Tommy’s ears pricked up at the tone, biting his lip to stop any more noises from coming out. Wilbur tilted his head to Phil with a raised brow, still holding Tommy protectively. Phil’s eyes were fond and gentle, a familiar twinkle behind the green irises.

"You've got a ticklish tail Toms, you always have, it slipped my mind."

Tommy immediately pressed his face into Wilbur's shoulder, muffled noises slipping out as he tried to protest. Wilbur let out a gasp, eyes lighting up in realization as he hugged Tommy close.

"Oh my gosh, is that why you never let us brush it again when you were younger? Your tail was too ticklish?"

Tommy smacked Wilbur's back and growled but it was whiny and not at all angry. Wilbur awed loudly, gently ruffling his hair and squeezing him tightly.

“You’re actually the worst, piss off, die-” Tommy grumbled, his voice muffled.

If anything, Wilbur only softened more at his ramblings. “Awww bubs, you’re like an angry kitten-!"

Tommy whined loudly. “Daaaaad! Will’s bullying meeeee!”

Phil laughed, stretching his wing around to lightly hit the side of Wilbur’s head, “Ease up Songbird, you’re gonna make him combust.”

Wilbur grinned but stopped messing up Tommy’s hair to simply rest his hand in the golden curls. Tommy was still grumbling under his breath but he was relaxing into the touch, never being able to stay mad at his big brother for long. Phil smiled at his youngest then reached a wing over again to Tommy, resting it on his back to gain his attention.

“Toms, can I continue?” Phil asked softly. “We can take breaks in between if it gets a little much.”

Tommy turned his head marginally to look at his father then pressed his face further into Wilbur to hide, his ears pressed to his head in embarrassment as he gave a shy nod. Phil drew his wing back, allowing Wilbur to return rubbing his shoulders and spine soothingly. Phil gently took Tommy's tail back into his hands, huffing a small laugh at the squeak Tommy gave at his touch.

“Tommy,” Phil said, picking up the brush, “if you need a break say red, m’kay?”

Tommy giggled quietly and nodded again, gripping onto Wilbur’s jersey. Wilbur cooed fondly, kissing the side of his head again and smiling at Phil. The blonde returned it, settling the brush back on Tommy’s tail and combing the bristles through it. Tommy didn’t even last a second before breaking into a fit of breathy giggles.

“Awwww!”

Tommy’s cheeks flushed pink at his brother’s coo. “Shuhush!”

Wilbur only cooed more, "I can't believe I forgot about this, your laughter was so cute whenever we brushed it!"

Tommy would've shot back a snarky remark, but it was caught in his throat as a new bout of giggles escaped him. His shoulders bounced in his mirth as he squirmed in hopes of relieving the sensations, but the constant brushing on his tail remained undeterred.

“Ticklish little raccoon aren’t cha?” Wilbur giggled, wiggling his nails against Tommy’s neck making the boy squeak and arch away, showing his wide smile and pink tinged face. “Ah there’s my favourite, giggly gremlin~”

“Wil” Phil chuckled, giving him a look but the smile on his face told the brunette he didn’t mind his antics too much. He lifted the tail to brush on the underside of it, grinning at the squeal Tommy gave as he squirmed into Wilbur’s chest, shaking his head in his new fits of laughter.

“Ohoho gohohod” he squeaked, clenching Wilbur’s jumper.

“Awwww” Wilbur cooed, “does it tickle Toms? You’re giggling a bit so I think it might~”

“Shuhuhut uhup Wihihil!” Tommy smacked his back lightly, muffling his frantic giggling in his shoulder again. “Yohohou’re suhuch aha dihick!”

Wilbur chuckled before blowing a small raspberry into his neck, giggling at the squeal Tommy gave.

“Wilbur” Phil said again, chuckling at Tommy’s reactions.

“Yeah?” Wilbur grinned.

“He’s probably getting tickled enough with me brushing his tail.”

“He can take a little more” Wilbur snickered, “he has tickle fights with me and Techno constantly, he's got stamina.”

Phil snorted. “Can’t argue with that.” He brushed close to base and Tommy squeezed Wilbur with a short shriek, hugging his brother tightly as his laughter picked up.

Wilbur cooed, rubbing Tommy’s back gently as he noticed the sudden change in laughter. “You’re doing well Gigglechamp, it shouldn’t take too long, it's not very tangled here.”

Wilbur was right, the base of his tail was one of the few places that wasn’t too mussed up, it was still however, ticklish as fuck. Tommy kicked the couch cushions frantically before pressing his legs close to Wilbur’s back, clenching his jumper as he tried to bear the sensations. His laughter kept bouncing between hysterical giggles and squeaky hiccups, a constant stream of adorable sounds in Phil and Wilbur’s humble opinions.

“Dahahad” Tommy whined after another minute of brushing over the unbearably ticklish area.

“Yep, done Toms” Phil took the brush away, stroking over the now smooth fur, smiling at the squeak Tommy gave.

“Good job sunshine” Wilbur kissed his temple and ruffled his hair, “you did really well.”

Tommy sighed through his lingering titters, wiping at his eyes with his fist to get rid of the mirthful tears budding at the edges. “Thihis suhucks” he giggled.

“Oh sure, that’s why you’re not telling us to stop every five seconds” Wilbur smirked.

Tommy gave a flustered grumble, elbowing Wilbur lightly and making the other two chuckle.

“Ready for round two?” Phil asked.

Tommy gave a giggly groan but nodded, re-adjusting his hold on Wilbur and burying his face again. Wilbur nudged his head against Tommy’s and nodded to Phil who smiled back at his son.

The process continued, Phil combed through his tail again and again, keeping Tommy in a state of giggly hysteria. His laughter was a mix of squeals, squeaks, hiccups, and snorts as the brush ran over his tail in a smooth stroking pattern. Just when he thought he was getting used to a spot, Phil would shift the brush somewhere else and the process would begin anew. After almost three minutes of brushing, Tommy was just about at his limit. He held out for as long as he could, but the second the brush combed over the especially sensitive underside of his tail he had to call uncle.

“Rehehed dahahahad!” Tommy hiccupped, his bubbly giggles squeaking in his mirth and hands clinging to Wilbur’s jumper.

Phil ceased the brushing, running his fingers through the newly brushed fur and humming in satisfaction as he didn’t feel any knots, only soft fluff. “We’re almost there” he promised. “Just a little longer, okay Toms?”

Tommy whined a little but his eyes were dancing with excited anticipation. “F-Fihihine, j-juhuhust lehemme tuhurn rohound.”

He shifted from being wrapped around Wilbur to curl up in his lap, tucking his head underneath his brother’s chin and letting his purring restart, using it to calm himself down and show he was comfortable. Wilbur pursed his lips, staring at the ceiling and blinking rapidly much to Phil’s amusement. The brunette was wrapped around Tommy’s finger.

They let Tommy calm down for another minute or two before Phil spun the brush between his fingers. “Good to continue?”

The boy smiled, tucked against Wilbur’s chest and purring softly as he nodded. Wilbur’s eyes watched him fondly, having to bite his lip to stop squealing in adoration. Phil rolled his eyes fondly and picked up Tommy’s tail again, moving down to the end of the fluffy appendage to where the most tufts of fur were. He tried to be as gentle as possible but Tommy still flinched at the first pull on the fur.

“Is it okay?” Phil asked, pausing to let his son answer.

“Kinda hurts” Tommy mumbled, eyebrows pinching slightly as he grimaced. “Knots ‘n shit innit?”

Wilbur watched worriedly as Phil tried to brush away the tangles as gently as possible, but Tommy still winced every time it went through his fur. It was when Tommy let out an involuntary whimper that Wilbur smacked away the brush and fluffed his wings a little.

“Dad, this is hurting him” he held Tommy close and gazed imploringly at Phil, “surely that’s enough?”

Phil shook his head. “If we leave it, the fur will only get matted further Wil.”

Wilbur grit his teeth in displeasure. He hated hearing his baby brother in pain, but he also didn’t like the idea of his tail getting worse. He huffed, taking up one of Tommy’s hands and brushing his thumb over it in thought. It was quiet for a moment then Tommy gave a soft squeak.

Wilbur glanced down at Tommy and was surprised to see him curling in on himself, a shy smile on his face and ears tinged pink. “Toms?”

Tommy giggled a little, and Wilbur then noticed his thumb had slipped to trace the edge of the pad on his index finger.

“Ticklish hands Tommy?”

Tommy squeaked again, hiding his face in Wilbur’s jumper as he giggled quietly. Wilbur gently turned over his hands and started tracing the beans on his fingers, smiling as Tommy broke into breathy titters, sinking into his chest and closing his eyes.

“That feel okay?” Wilbur asked.

Tommy nodded with a sweet giggle as Wilbur wiggled his nails over his palm briefly. Phil smiled, watching the scene before him for a moment then slowly picked up the brush again, taking Tommy’s tail and moving back to the fur at the end. Tommy’s eyes fluttered open at the contact but his attention was quickly switched back to Wilbur at the small raspberry placed on the pad of his palm. He gave a hiccupy giggle, attempting to draw his hand back but Wilbur kept it there, blowing another.

“W-Wihil!” Tommy squealed, his attention fully on his older brother as he scratched his nails gently into the beans on his fingers.

“Mhm?” Wilbur hummed.

“T-That- ihihit tihickles!”

Wilbur chuckled. “Good! That’s what I was hoping for. Also Toms, you’ve taken good care of your pads, they’re nice and clean, very soft too, ” Wilbur skittered his nails quickly down his hands with a giggle of his own. “Feel all velvety, I could tickle them forever.”

“N-Nohoho Wihil!”

Tommy shrunk down on instinct, giggling squeakily at the soft fluttery sensations on his beans, his tail wagging happily. Phil gave an endeared huff, the movement making his job somewhat difficult but it seemed Wilbur was distracting Tommy enough to not focus on the slight tugs on his tail from the brush. Wilbur kept up the tickling until Phil’s brush went through Tommy’s tail without any bumps or tangles dragging it back. He settled back to softly tracing the pads, singing quietly again to help soothe Tommy. The boy sunk into him, letting Wilbur hold his hands and giggling from the brushing.

For a few, sweet minutes, it was simply Wilbur softly scratching over Tommy’s beans, singing quietly as Phil gently combed through his tail. Tommy was practically dead weight in Wilbur’s arms and a permanent smile on his face. The scene was endearing domestic, a perfect scene of trust between the hybrids.

“Okay, all done” Phil hummed, brushing through the end of the fluffy tail one last time before putting the comb down and patting the soft, clean fur gently.

Tommy was curled in Wilbur’s arms, a warm smile on his face and small giggles slipped through his lips as he calmed down. Wilbur had taken to rubbing the base of his ears, cheek resting against his golden curls.

“You did so good bubs” Wilbur praised, “I’m proud of you.”

Tommy chittered softly, snuggling closer to Wilbur and letting his eyes flutter closed. “That...wasn’t too bad.”

His watching family members shared an adoring smile at his admittance, Phil gently brushing his fingers through his tail’s fur.

“Think you’ll let us help you in future then? Or take better care of your fur by yourself?”

Tommy hummed in thought, the end of his tail flicking. “Maybe.”

“We could just tickle you for real if you don’t” Wilbur chuckled, his laughter only doubling at the flustered noise Tommy made.

Phil snickered, letting go of Tommy’s tail and stood. “Keep in mind Wil, Tommy does have a built-in tickle tool.”

Wilbur smirked, ruffling his sleek wings. “Yeah? Well, so do I.”

Phil snorted, rolling his eyes as Tommy glanced up at his big brother in nervous anticipation. “Not today though, let Tommy rest okay? He’s earned it.”

Wilbur nodded with an agreeing hum, using his wings to wrap around his younger brother, the boy squeaking a little when a few stray feathers brushed his cheek and ear for a moment. Wilbur sat back on the couch, protectively shielding Tommy from anything and everything that could disrupt his needed nap. Phil left them to sleep, heading to the kitchen to remove the stray fur clinging to the brush.

The door suddenly opened for Kristen and Techno to walk in, grins on their faces and an excited look dancing in their eyes. Phil quickly put a finger to his lips when Techno went to speak, nodding to the lounge.

“The other two are napping, what’s up?” He asked quietly when they seemed to get the message.

“We got so many potatos Pops! We’re gonna be feasting for days!” Techno whisper yelled, a wide grin on his face.

“Yeah?” Phil leaned on the island as Techno jumped up onto a bar stool excitedly. “Fight any big bad mobs along the way?”

“Yep, he kicked their asses like a champ” Kristen chuckled, kissing Phil’s temple and wrapping an arm around his waist. “Techno’s gonna be one of the best fighters around.”

Techno’s ears perked at the praise, a shy grin on his face as his cheeks tinged pinker than normal. Kristen smiled at Phil then noticed the brush on the counter.

“Did you manage to convince Tommy to brush his tail?” She asked in surprise.

“Well, it was a combined effort of myself and Wilbur,” Phil chuckled, “Tommy’s tail is as ticklish as it was when he was a toddler.”

Kristen coo was a high whisper and Techno snorted fondly. “I’m almost sad I missed it” Kristen giggled.

“Well he said he’s okay with us helping him in the future, so you may get your chance to experience it yourself” Phil butted his forehead against her own.

Kristen gave an excited gasp. “Really? He hasn’t let me since he was young!”

Phil chuckled again. “He hasn’t changed at all since then.”

Techno grinned. “Oh, he’s going down next time he dares to tickle me, I forgot his tail was a bad spot.”

Kristen laughed as she walked around the island, gently prodding Techno’s side in passing. “Keep in mind, he can use his tail on you Piglet.”

Techno flinched away from her fingers with a squeak, a nervous smile on his face. Kristen grinned, ruffling his ears and going through to the lounge to check on her other two boys. Techno ducked his head at the fond grin Phil sent his way.

“What?” He asked with a half hearted scowl, embarrassed by the high pitched noise that had left him from his mother’s touch.

Phil exhaled a laugh, resting his hand on his oldest son’s head to pacify him. “Nothing,” he said. “It’s just...a good day.”

Techno seemed to understand and hummed in quiet agreement, leaning into his touch. Phil let the warmth of the sun streaming into the kitchen melt his weight into the island, taking in a slow breath. It was nice, knowing his boys were happy, Kristen was home with them, and they were all safe.

Phil knew it wouldn’t last forever. Kristen would have to leave one day, unable to remain in the mortal world, and his boys would grow up. For now, he could let himself enjoy the peace and quiet, at least for a little while.

#my fanfic #fanfic #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #mcyt #dsmp #lee!tommy #raccooninnit #ler!phil #ler!wilbur #philza minecraft #tommyinnit #wilbur soot

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iamapoopmuffin · 3 years

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Teen Titans Episodes Explained Badly

Divide And Conquer: Aight, first thing to establish here, you take any one Titan out of the equation and the entire team is fucked, thank you and goodnight.

Sisters: If you ever wanted to get your sibling arrested, here’s a handy dandy guide on how!

Final Exam: “Did you order a crack team of ace assassins?” “No.” “Great, here you go!”

Forces Of Nature: Some old dude convinces two teenagers who have never heard of stranger danger to start some fires

The Sum Of His Parts: Reject humanity return to robot

Nevermore: Journey to the centre of Raven’s brain

Switched: Anatomically accurate puppets give way to your classic body switch storyline

Deep Six: Beast Boy vs a hot guy. The Titans get wet.

Masks: A secret identity within a secret identity

Mad Mod: A cheerful reminder that school sucks and is full of creepy people. Also never trust British people.

Car Trouble: I steal your car I steal your car I steal your car I steal your car I st

Apprentice - Part 1: Slade, a bitter divorced father, hasn’t seen his children in a long time so he steals one of Batman’s children.

Apprentice - Part 2: Robin does not want to be Slade’s son

How Long Is Forever?: Back to the future

Every Dog Has His Day: I heard you like dogs so I traded your dog for a dog. Also if it’s green, it will love annoying Raven.

Terra: The Titans let a homeless girl crash on their couch and she tracks mud everywhere

Only Human: Atlas’ entire life is this one video game and he probably lives in his mother’s basement

Fear Itself: Have your nightmares ever come alive and tried to kill everyone you care about? W̶̢̧̖͚͎̙̗̰̦̹̏͗̽͊̒̊̂͐̏̏͒̌͠ͅỏ̸̢̥̻̑̌͑́̏̓̈͐͜͝ų̷̭̫͙̘͕̣̏̑͂̍̈̋̽̍l̸͖̙̭̩̘̩͇̱͎͑̌d̶̡̧̡̛͎̪̳̰͉͖̠͈̗̽̃̎̏͑̈́͊̚͝ ̶͖̞̅̂͌̅̏y̶̖̯̮̩͈̻̹̣͆o̶̙̰̽͆̆̔̿̂͠u̵̡̫̩̹̅̄́̅̈́͆̾̉̀̐̌̂̚ ̶̨̢̛̥̺͍͙͎̥̣̼͇̲̞̳̄́̂̇̉ͅl̵̮̿i̵̢̢̛̹̞͕̲͐̈́͜k̵̡̺̏̊͌̿͊͆́̅̍̂͑̕͘͝ͅe̵̛͇̕ ̶̧̧̨̟̺͍̞̤̱̗̲̦̺̹̌͂̏̀̌͌̚ţ̶̫̞̣̬̣̜̙͛̓̂̋̀̍̀̏͐̇͒ͅh̴̢̧̡̭̭̱̙͙̼̊͌̅̋̎͊̉̓̓̚͜͝e̴̥̩̩͔̰̫͆̇̇̐̂͛̊́̀m̴̡͇̀̊ ̷̦͚̖̯̌͛́̄̔̄t̶̢̤̫̰̲̖͚̗̜͔̫̫̖͚̿̓̑ͅo̴̳̹͎̗͍̜͂̆̅͛͐̈̐̈́͒̽͘͠?̶̨͖̲͈̩̲͎͍̪͇̤̺͑̾̇͂̆̾̈̈́̅̅

Date With Destiny: Sexual harassment ft. moths

Transformation: Puberty. That’s it, that’s the episode.

Titan Rising: Homeless girl joins team and doesn’t track as much mud around the house this time.

Winner Take All: Overgrown furry gremlin thing makes kids fight each other then shoves them inside a necklace

Betrayal: Bitter divorced dad ruins teenagers’ date

Fractured: Being from another dimension appears and accidentally turns the world into a crayon drawing

Aftershock - Part 1: Terra is evil? Terra is unyielding? I’m packing my little rucksack-

Aftershock - Part 2: You thought everyone was dead but no, they’re fine...wait, a volcano is erupting-

Deception: Cyborg goes back to school but it’s evil school

X: When your evil alter ego suddenly becomes a person in its own right.

Betrothed: Never let your sister plan your wedding

Crash: Get sick, eat everything.

Haunted: Robin gets poisoned and hallucinates vividly.

Spellbound: The dangers of getting way too attached to a character in one of your books

Revolution: History lesson on crack

Wavelength: Evil Academy 2 Electric Boogaloo.

The Beast Within: Reject humanity return to Bigfoot.

Can I Keep Him?: Please do not feed your silk worms mysterious alien goo.

Bunny Raven...Or...How To Make A Titanimal Disappear: “Hey kid, you wanna see a magic trick?”

Titans East - Part 1: A new Titans team but Brother Blood wants to make it Evil Academy 3 Steel City Drift

Titans East - Part 2: Hypnotism and violence. I hope you kids like the threat of death!

Episode 257-494: Fat nerd escapes into TV and becomes James Bond

The Quest: Robin gets advice from some talking animals

Birthmark: Slade is never getting invited to another birthday party.

Cyborg The Barbarian: Back To The Future but it’s the film where they end up way in the past. Cyborg falls for a dead girl. This boy is really not lucky in love.

Employee Of The Month: Beast Boy gets a job working for a talking cube.

Troq: The Titans help an intergalactic racist and don’t question it when he states they need to commit mass genocide for the good of the universe.

The Prophecy: Oh yeah also the world is about to end lol

Stranded: “Well thank fuck this planet happens to have an atmosphere we can all survive in.”

Overdrive: “I’ve started a gang. The current members are me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me and me.”

Mother Mae-Eye: Overbearing parent simulator

The End - Part 1: Satan comes to visit his daughter and burn everything.

The End - Part 2: Everything is on fire.

The End - Part 3: Raven tells her dad to fuck off.

Homecoming - Part 1: Meet The Parents, Beast Boy edition

Homecoming - Part 2: What would you give up to chase down a team led by a homosexual brain in a jar and his monkey boyfriend?

Trust: Madame Rouge melts in direct sunlight.

For Real: You ordered the Teen Titans, but we didn’t have it in stock. We’ve substituted and price matched Titans East, now without hypnotism.

Snowblind: Starfire helps Captain Russia™ face his radioactive personal demons

Kole: Jurassic Park but nobody gets eaten

Hide And Seek: Would you rather fight a giant gorilla or babysit children? Quickly now, we don’t have much time.

Lightspeed: No Teen Titans here, just bad guys and even worse flirting.

Revved Up: Basically Wacky Races.

Go!: “This is the story of how we met. Except I tell it better than Robin does, my version has pirates!” “God damn it, Beast Boy-”

Calling All Titans!: “Here’s every single hero we could get the rights to for this. We sure hope no-one’s got any evil plans for all of them...”

Titans Together: Oops, evil won. SIKE!

Things Change: Beast Boy harasses the fuck out of a girl who looks like his ex.

The Lost Episode: I hope you like music, ft. don’t trust British people 2 electric boogaloo.

#Teen Titans #robin teen titans #cyborg teen titans #raven teen titans #Starfire #beast boy

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niks-minion · 3 years

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Bnha 319

It’s been years since I wrote a chapter analysis but this chapter came to my door with “sup bro, the time has come, we’re having some good stuff here” so here we go!

Well, hello, I missed your faces so much, my precious boys!!! Welcome and pls stick around from now on.

Yeah, Baku tear this stupid letter. Bc letters are for losers, we all wait for bkdk 3 face to face!

So the whole class is having a 5 o’clock tea in a calm atmosphere and then boom the top 3 interns team is “well hello fellas, quit this sorry pity party we’re gonna go kick on nerd’s ass”

Iida, the serious guys he is goes “yeah ok, but we kinda need a plan or, you know, at least his location. If you’re saying Deku is with top three, maybe you can provide a bit more data here?” Good point Iida, keep it up.

“So guys how’s you mentors doing? Catching villains, kicking asses?” “Well fuck if we know, but Deku is probably with them” “well maybe you could you know, call them? Message in Line?”

Yeah boy, you’ve seen enough to comprehend the level of selfless recklessness. Was a main star of an action once.

I like how Bakugou is stepping up, ready to be the leader, taking responsibility. And how everyone in class a is ok with that. That guy’ vocabulary didn’t have “a team work” on its pages, and look at him now!

Shouto: my old man hasn’t been spamming my phone. Suspicious!

Ojirou: So the security system was upgraded and oh hey, have you seen AM around? No? Suspicious! 👀

Anyhow, Uraraka is just like “you know when someone is ghosting you, you just pick someone else phone,duh?”

So they’re asking the principal to summon Todoroki-kun. Nezu is ofc on board.

Surprise!!!!

BAKUGOU WEARING A TIE, omg!!!!!!!! That’s the content!💥

Seriously boy, who forced you? Who tied it for you? Who died for this to happen? I have so many questions 👀

My tdbk heart is screaming for this arm touching, thank Hori, I like seeing them being cozy and stuff.

Honestly I don’t get why Enji being an alumni means that he can’t not to show up. What, is it like “we were dealing with your sorry ass you owe this school till the end of times?”

Shouto: sorry guys, I’m gonna go first here, ok? Class 1A: be our guest, buddy.

Shouto “thanks. khm khm. WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU, OLD MAN?!!!AM I A JOKE TO YOU?”

You go boy!!

I’m so damn hyped that Shouto let his frustrations out, I missed pissed off Shouto. Because even after having heart to heart he was still left behind for the greater good. Not cool.

Bakugou, the bff he is, patting Todo on the shoulder “ok chill bro, I’ll take it from here, go get a strawberry milk or smth”

There is something really catching in this panel. Bakugou seems more mature, shoulders broader, figure more imposing.

So Kats tells Enji “ok, old man, you wanted to help but as always you screwed shit up. Nothing new here. Now as I have a “Deku 101” manual in my room, I’m telling you, AM plus that nerdy ass is the worst team ever.

Enji is listening, bc ofc why not. He can be a good listener when it’s not his son talking.

Todoroki kun gives his phone with GPS, he’s rich, he can afford it. If Sero didn’t catch it, he’d just throw one more.

Next let’s enjoy some profound friendship stuff. The whole class is ready to go and save their classmate now. Quite an upgrade since Baku kidnapping.

I like Iida. That’s it.

Also I’ve been hoping to see Shouto being disappointed about Mido lying to his face since that moment after jta arc. Pls give my boy a hug. While bkdk 3 is in the air, I want tddk talk to happen too.

Nezu: ok you can take Deku. Nezu a while later: ok actually after giving it some thought bring him back. Slipped from my mind that out security system is actually a thing now.

Permission granted, class 1 a is ready to drag one nerdy ass back.

Baaaaaam

I like the parallel with AM monument. The class is standing right in front of it, declaring “WE ARE HERE”

And now, the fight of the year, Broccoli boy vs Feral gremlin and co. !!!

Bakugou is mocking Deku, calling him out on his bullshit. Nothing new here.

Can I quickly say, how beautiful Kacchan is? Sorry not sorry.

Kudos to the boy, he’s ready to go all the way to bring his frenemy back.

Kudos to Iida for that supporting hand on the back. I anticipate a badass combo attack.

Honestly I was bitter Shouto is not on the last frame but then I gave it some thought and it’s ok. They have a plan and act accordingly. Precious friendo time will come in a bit.

Anyhow, I really enjoyed this chapter. And I’m looking forward to the next one. I have speculations on what’s gonna happen, but I already rumbled about it in my yesterday shit posting. Basically I’m just happy to see class 1A faces. Iida plus some tdbk warmed my heart for the next 7 days. And gifted me tons of new hcs. Thanks sensei.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #manga spoilers #todoroki shouto #katsuki bakugou #kacchan #bnha 319 #mha 319 #bnha speculation #mha speculation #endeavor #class 1A

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calehenituseappreciation · 3 years

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Ive seen a lot of Dream (and usually Techno and Phil too) as gods au (i have one too dw) but all of you are sleeping on the funniest option.

Tommy is the god.

Tommy.

hes the only one in that galaxy (other than drista ofc)

Just imagine how fucking funny it is like

it would be so fucking hilarious

and tommy just doesnt tell them

so techno is just there making all these blood god jokes and jokingly telling tommy to serve him and tommys just laughing

imagine a god in the form of a chaotic 16 year old racoon gremlin just walts into your land commits arson and gets banned, only to come back with another person who he helps start a nation for drugs?

imagine how fucking funny it is

just

imagine tubbo banning a literal god from his lands and he just doesnt come back? he just plays by the rules? then goes and like sits in the corner all sad because some humans/dreamons told him to leave

ranboo, just joining the server: hi- a chaotic gremlin god: wanna commit arson with me? ranboo, just trying to vibe and maybe not disturb this god: sure

Phil and Ranboo recongnize Tommy as a god on sight.

Everyone else just refuses to believe it. hes Tommy. Tommyinnit. hes just weird lol

And Drista being a fucking chaotic blood god?

drista is open about her godhood and does not hesitate to spawn blocks

Drista finds Dream and decides she likes this small human, and dream just has to deal with it lmao.

drista and tommy are both born at the same time.

Tommy is a god of music, chaos, war and theivery (the last one bc he is a BITCH)

Drista is the blood god, chaos, deception, and theatre

okay but imagine the sbi interactions... like ig in this au tommy joins at like 12/13 years of age (in their minds) so he doesnt really grow much

and like tommy, a literal god, just claiming phil as his father???

phil, in his house making eggs, assuming one of his sons woke up and came to the kitchen, not looking: hey son tommy, from their couch, already deciding hes phils son now: whats up dad? phil: looks up at tommy who are you tommy: idk dad, who am i phil: *stares at tommy for a second* eh i made extra eggs you can stay

ASJIDGASUIOG IMAGINE TOMMY TELLING THEM HES A GOD BUT THEY THINK HES JOKING AND IGNORE HIM

everyone on the server: tommy is the youngest! tommy, as old as the universe: no im not!!!! im not a child!!!! he doesnt pout because pouting is for children and hes not a child but hes pouting tubbo: lol im older than you by a month tommy dont try to hide it tommy: im not a child!!!! techno: laughs

tommy doesn't try to hide that hes a god just its tommy

thats all the evedince anyone needs to think tommy isnt a god or powerful its like mcc hes good but only when he doesnt throw for content

quackity: sees drista written in bedrock lmao drista visited? tommy: yeah! i wrote that for her! quackity: snorts yeahhhh sureee tommy

imagine like how fucking funny it is jsut like

a fucking chaotic god breaks into your house androbs you makes a room under your house and decides to live in your floorboards

imagine dream like trying to manipulate tommy, and tommy a fucking anchient diety immeditly recongnizes what hes doing

but decides to play along for the angst and giggles and then actually gets mad when no one fucking cares for his theatrics

tommy, storming off to technos base to rob and build under: >:///// cant believe none of them acknoledged my deppression

i love that tommy stills robs everyone, he doesnt need to he can spawn in anything he wants

he just does it for the sport of robbery

JAKOGFSDOH

THE HOLY LAND

dream: im god actually tommy: thats so fucking funny lets make a cult about that :) dream: see! look! im god! and jesus! tommy: wheezing

imagine tommy getting stressed and letting go of his mortal form

Tommy, his human form peeling away, showing his actual form a bit: WH̸͘A͠T̷ ̶̢T͞H͢E ̡͘F̴̵͘Ù̧C͜K҉ ̶T͘͜͞E͟CHǸ͏Ǫ Techno: HAH?

tommy just saw tubbo and got emotionally attached

Tommy, a literal god: hello Tubbo: oh hi do you like my pet bee? Tommy: you’re mine now Tubbo: im okay with this

tommy, a bored god: gives techno shapeshifting powers techno, not even caring: changes into more human to pig-ishg forms as he wishes this is my life now ig

phil lets tommy do fuck all in exile bc he knows hes a god hes fine

phil: IDC IF YOURE A GOD! YOU WILL DO THE DISHES NOW YOUNG MAN! tommy: grumbles but does them

phil is the only one who can control tommy

god... tommy... with star freckles... on his human form... (as well as his god one)

tommy: f̷͛͠a̵̋t̵̒̑h̸̚e̶̓͝r̸͊ ̸̐̒i̴ ̸̅̿d̷̉͆o̵͂͋ ̵̛̆ñ̸̾ő̶́t̸̎́ w̶͆͘i̴͠s̵̓̈́h̸͗́ ̵̯͗f̶͋́ő̴͑r̷̐̌ ̶͝é̵̽g̸͊͂g̵̒s̷͂̃ phil: idc, eat your goddamn eggs tommy: pouts

tommy, despite being able to get supplies himself by fucking spawning them in: hey tubbo? we need supplies

In this au ig like if a god claims you you get a mark on your skin showing that. Drista’s would be like a green crown, Tommys would be a red and white disk (white as the outer ring and red as the center) (its different enough that if you don’t realise tommy is a god you wouldnt realise whos it is) (schlatt is the only one who never had one which shoulda been a sign dude :/)

Dream has two from the beginning, everyone else has only one, well until they meet drista. (sbi have had one since they met tommy, though they dont remember the first time they met tommy)

wait what if tommy like found them all as children one by one and later kinda pulled some strings to get them all in one kingdom. (he still joined sbi through forcing phil to adopt him)

OKAY BUT IMAGINE IF TOMMY MET TECHNO WHEN TECHNO WAS YOUNG ENOUGH TO NOT REMEMBER

tommy would hang out with baby techno and tell him stories

once he told him the story of a man named thesus

another time he told him the story of a blood god

like for example tommys first time meeting techno would be like

(for context techno lived in a shitty village and was an orphan and it was kinda a dog eat dog place, he learned how to be strong because of it)(he was young enough that he doesn’t remember this well, just like learning about the blood god and someone giving him gold)

baby techno: sighs tommy, appearing out of nowhere: oh heyyy whyre you sad? techno: jumps turning around with a knife up ready for a fight who are you tommy: im tommy! :) techno: what do you want from me! you dont scare me! tommy: whats your name! techno: i have a knife! i'll use it! tommy: of course, thats a given, but its rude not to tell people your name techno, confused: t-technoblade? tommy: smiles thats a nice name techno: so. tommy: hm? techno: why're you here tommy: i don't have a reason. im just a traveller! techno: then why hole to this terrible village! theres nothing nice here! everyone is terrible and so are you! tommy: hmmmm i dont agree techno: what are you? a child? i thought adults were supposed to know that everyone is mean tommy: mmhmm looks at the bruise on technos face where'd you get that? techno: fight. i won. i'll win against you too! so don't try anything. tommy: of course. i would never win in a fight against a blood god techno, putting down his knife a bit, stars in his eyes: blood god? tommy: grins blood. god. i think she'd like you. techno, muttering: maybe i can give the blood god some of your blood tommy: laughs yeah, she'd defenitly find you intresting tommy: here tosses techno a golden crown at techno, he spawned it in in the moment techno: whats this? tommy: a crown, thought it suit you screams in the distance tommy: huh. i need to go. have fun lil piglin. ruffles technos hair before running off towards the screaming unbeknownst to the pig the blood god was actually the one waiting for the god he met. techno: stares at the crown

Techno found a pouch of gold in his ‘house’ later that day. he didnt know who left it but it helped him get food for that night. (he kept the crown)

okay but imagine tommy not taking the war seriously at all, and only seeing it as a squabble between mortals, Like toddlers fighting

dream: SURENDER BY TOMMOROW OR WE'LL DECLARE WAR! wilbur: FUCK YOU WE'LL NEVER SURENDER AND JOIN YOUR SMP! Tommy: how cute

tommy doesnt realise that theyre serious until wilbur dies

tommy would usually go apeshit against anyone who dares messes with his humans, but what is he supposed to do when his humans are fighting Eachother?

wilbur: fucking goes insane and dies tommy: hey- hey can you guys let me talk to wil for a sec? everyone else leaves tommy, unsually somber: sorry i didnt help you i forgot how easily breakable mortals are tommy: this time you wont die, and i'll make it so that you dont break again, okay? tommy: brings wilburs soul out of its body and enters his mindscape ghostbur: wakes up what- where am i? tommy: hi there ghostbur: who are you tommy: i go by a lot of names all, one, you, the world, the universe, god, but you can just call me tommy ghostbur: oh okay. who am i? tommy: you're name was wilbur soot. you were the son of philza minecraft and brother to Technoblade, Tubbo and myself. ghostbur: was? tommy: well you see, you died. ghostbur: oh... well what am i then? tommy: a ghost! well actually its your choice. would you like to continue your existance or fade away with your body? ghostbur: i dont want to fade away! tommy: smiles thats what i thought you'd say stretches his hand to wilbur ghostbur: grabs tommy hand tommy: lets go home

ghostbur doesnt remember that though

he only remembers the good

tommy wont let him remember the bad, what if he breaks again? mortals are so fragile

phil realises what tommy did as soon as he sees ghostbur

drista, painting tommys nails (there both in god form btw) (after wilburs death btw): tommy shouldn't you of all gods realise how fragile they are? tommy: i know just... forgot drista: sighs and nods i get what you mean, especially with the ones we found... they act a lot like gods sometimes i forgot they arent tommy: ikr? wait- drista here gets drista's hair out of her face you were gonna get it on my nails, anyways, don't judge me. we all know if dream died you would turn him into a ghost too drista: smirks not if you do it first, we all know you would tommy: you say that as if you wouldn't fight me to do it first drista: .... tommy: ... drista: both of us when he dies? tommy: nods tommy: anyways my turn to do your nails

or like tommy with ghostbur like

ghostbur: i don't like this :( tommy, a worried brother and god: whats wrong? ghostbur: everyone is mad at me and i d-dont know why- why are they mad at me tommy: theyre mad at something alivebur did ghostbur: b-but im not alivebur sniffs it hurts. i dont like it. tommy: spawns in some blue here ghostbur: whats that? tommy: its some blue! it'll help you not hurt anymore! ghostbur: how does it work? tommy: see how its blue? ghostbur: nods tommy: well its blue because it sucks up all the bad feelings! it'll help ghostbur: !!!!! ghostbur: presses the blue into his chest ghostbur: !!!!its working!!!! :D tommy: smiles good

wilbur fucking died and tommy went from annoying little brother to caring older brother

tommy just wants to help his brother :) though he doesnt realise that not letting ghostbur remember bad memories isnt good

*at logsted shire btw* ghostbur: who are you? tommy, chuckling: did you forget me already ghostbur? ghostbur: i didnt forget you! i think! you're tommy! i just... you're different tommy, looks over at ghostbur: different how? ghostbur: you're not normal are you? tommy: grins whaaaaat? you think im weirdddd? how heartbreaking... my own brother thinks im weird, this is terrible ghostbur: giggles tommy: but really, don't worry about it bur. ghostbur: you sure? tommy: yeah, dont worry about me ghostbur: smiles okay! do you want some blue anyways? tommy: giggles sure! ghostbur: grins

ghostbur isnt worried about tommy

he knows hes strong

phil having to tell tommy that he cant just not let wilbur remember the bad memories

and tommys like "what if he breaks again!" and phil hugs him and tells him to at least ask ghostbur if he wants to remember and tommys like ‘fine’

tommy: hey bur? ghostbur: yeah? tommy: do you like you're memories? ghostbur: i mean, yeah its hard not to when you only remember the good tommy, quietly: would you want to remember the bad? ghostbur: w-what brought this question on tommy: answer the question ghostbur: no- alivebur was badi shouldn't want to- tommy: but what do you want bur? wilbur, silent for a moment: yeah- yeah i do. not that i like the bad memories! they hurt... but i wish i could remember tommy: ... ghostbur: hey tommy? tommy: yeah? ghostbur, with tears in his eyes: do you think they'd be less mad at me if i could remember, maybe then i could repair my relationships, what the hell am i supposed to do when i dont even remember hurting them? tommy: what if they dont? what if you break again? ghostbur, saltily: we'll maybe i'll be able at least be able to say i know why everyone hates me tommy: i know how to get all of your memories back ghostbur, looks towards tommy in shock: you do??? tommy: nods ghostbur, voice wavering: for how long tommy: since the beginning ghostbur: and you didnt tell me tommy: i did what i thought was best. i just didnt want you to hurt anymore. ghostbur, angrily: WELL THAT CLEARLY WORKED DIDNT IT? tommy: sorry wilbur, sometimes i forget how to handle humans ghostbur: what- tommy: sighs and taps ghostbur on the forehead and ghostbur does the ghost equivilent of passing out tommy: wont hide any memories this time

ghostbur doesnt wake up, instead wilbur wakes up weither thats good or bad we'll see

wilbur, waking up with all his memories: HOLY SHIT TOMMY WASN'T KIDDING phil, who was reading beside the bed tommy placed wilbur into, which was in technos house. yes he broke into technos house with a passed out wilbur. move on.: hm? wilbur: holy shit phil: huh? yeah. wilbur: wait you knew? phil: yeah i recongnized him as soon as i saw him about 5 years ago now? wilbur: excuse me while i freak out because my little brother is an actual god

it really hits wilbur that tommy is a god later

wilbur: hey tommy? tommy: yeah? wilbur: how fucking old are you? tommy: snorts of course thats the first thing you ask wilbur: well? tommy: i dont really know the exact years since years are kind of a human thing that were invented recently wilbur: they were invented thousands of years ago- tommy: but it was around the beginning of this galaxy wilbur, softly: what the fuck

tommy telling wilbur stories about different heros and villains and different humans he met during his life.

Adsjbffsg what if Tommy made himself blonde and blue eyed and white bc thats hyow the first human he met looked like asjfhsd

and just didnt change that, despite meeting new humans, its just his defult settings.

he would totally do this tho im crying.

drista just based her human form off dream because she is his sister now. he must deal with this. trying disowning me when i look like you BITCH.

thats my take anyways later might continue this

#tommyinnit #dsmp #dream smp #drista #god au #technoblade #wilbur soot #ghostbur #dreamwastaken #tubbo #philza minecraft #long post #just needed to say this

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vagrantblvrd · 3 years

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anakin doesn't fall to the dark side - meet the parents dinluke?

Yesssss.

Because all the AUs where Skywalker family drama is due to Anakin causing a diplomatic incident at a Fancy Dinner when he accidentally mortally offends someone who asks his opinion about sand, and not you know, the whole Darth Vader thing.

Also, the Jedi Order looking long and hard about that stance on attachment and other things because wow, okay, wow.

(But also, I must Drama a teensy bit, because yes.)

Obi-Wan enjoying the grandparent benefit of getting the joy of having Luke and Leia? But also watching Anakin deal with these little terrors of his and feels it’s payback for what he went through with just one of Anakin.

Leia who may have followed Padme into politics but everyone knows she takes after Anakin in temperament. Luke’s the one to follow Anakin in becoming a Jedi, but he’s more like his mother in temperament.

Ahsoka adores the twins, and is in fact one of their favorite partners in crime, and Anakin is like, pls, pls, stop turning my children against me,pls.

Also? Padme is kind of the worst because she’s taught them everything she knows about political maneuvering and the whatnot.

Anakin is convinced they’ll have the entire galaxy on its knees before them one day soon.

Anyway.

Luke who goes gallivanting about for reasons and after one gallivanting about trip he comes back all :DDDDDDDDDDDDD and *___________________________* and Anakin has no idea what happened other than Luke’s X-wing being shot down and him being stranded on some backwater planet somewhere for ages before the search party found him?

But when they found him he was just. Like That, and also holding this little metal ball in his hand, rolling it back and forth like it was a calming thing, little smile on his face.

Also, he went to Coruscant to speak to Yoda and only the two of them know what was said? But Yoda’s been even more insufferable than usual, livelier? Something.

(It’s a Thing known among Jedi that Master Yoda was changed when a youngling went missing years ago, kidnapped or something. Some say Yoda feels it was his fault, that the guilt still weighs heavy on him, but it’s hearsay and rumor.)

Anyway.

A few months after Luke’s rescue from that backwater planet Luke goes and gets in trouble. (He doesn’t know if the fact Leia is with him makes the whole thing better or worse? Between the two of them there’s hardly need for a rescue at all, but also the thing where they might finally take over the galaxy if left to their own devices so.)

Rescuing his kid(s).

Again.

Obi-Wan is suitably worried, but also amused as hell and really, Obi-Wan, Anakin was never that bad. Was he? Obi-Wan? Are you choking? You don’t sound well.)

Anakin and the others headed off to rescue Luke, and it turns into them going from place to place, chasing rumors and gossip and one one of these planets they run into this Mandalorian.

Flys an old gunship that looks like it’s on its last legs and wears beskar and also -

“Oh my,” Obi-Wan says, when they see the kid riding along in a bag the Mandalorian carries.

Anakin thinks it’s just the thing where the kid is clearly one of Yoda’s species, but Obi-Wan’s reaction is a little too much for somthing so simple, obvious.

Anyway, the Mandalorian tells them he can help them find Luke and Leia, and at first Anakin isn’t that thrilled about adding him to the rescue party?

But then the kid pulls out this little...trinket, charm, something Anakin and Padme gifted Luke as a child that he carries - carried - around as a good luck token, or at least that’s what he always says. (Ducks his head, sheepish little smile and Anakin and Padme like, aw, our kid is a dork like us,)

Point is, Anakins recognizes it, and the comes in like, my dude, connect the fucking dots, you’re killing me.

Which is how Anakin meets Luke’s ~sekrit boyfriend and his kid.

(Only not so much ~sekrit as Luke had plans to introduce Din to his parents and such, but the whole surprise!Dangerous Adventure thing happened first.)

Anakin being like >:( because protective parent and all?

But as they search for clues as to Luke and Leia’s whereabouts he gets to see just how concerned for Luke Din is, and how much he loves his tiny green gremlin kid, and Din’s overall skill and competence? Also, though, also. He’s smart, not just a blunt weapon, and he’s like oh, no, because he knows his son? But it’s not a bad feeling when he thinks it, just.

A little sad, wistful, what with Luke not being a kid anymore - he’s known that for a while now, but this cements the reality and all.

It’s not the surprise he thought it was when Anakin realizes he likes Din as a person, although it’s not like he’s going to say it, you know?

(I mean, he does because he’s not a complete bastard, but that’s not the point.)

They catch a break, catch up to Luke and Leia and Anakin discovers he really, really likes the way Din just absolutely destroys any baddies stupid enough to get between him and Luke, matches Anakin’s protectiveness and he’s like -

“Hey, once this is over we’re going to talk.” Smiles with perhaps too many teeth showing at Din’s confusion. “About you and my kid.

He can’t see Din’s reaction to that, because armor? But he feels this flare of !!! through the Force before it gets shoved aside in favor or getting to Luke, panic later?

And then!

Dramatic rescues and Anakin and Din decimating the baddies by themselves - Obi-Wan’s dealing with things like anti-air batteries and shield generators. Ahsoka’s making sure no one sneaks up behind Anakin and Din, but she honestly doesn’t have much to do in that regard.

And then!

Anakin is like, aw, man, I’m right here, when there’s the moment Luke and Din are ~reunited and Din is like, gos so, so still and Luke’s the one to press his forehead against Din’s because hey, hey, hes fine, he’s right here, and also hi, i missed you with them being separated even before Luke and Leia’s latest Adventure.

Still, Anakin lets them have their moment and goes to check on Leia, who gives them a look like took your time, didn’t you? But there’s relief in her eyes and she doesn’t say anything as he wraps her in a hug, calls her the nickname he gave her when she was kid and she laughs because it’s a dumb nickname dad, but it’s kind of their joke, and anyway, she had everything in hand, didn’t she? He’s just here for the cleanup.

And then! Some more!

It turns out Luke and Leia got wrapped up in some conspiracy nonsense, Palpatine’s followers who have been hiding in the shadows all this time and opportunity for revenge against the ~great Anakin SKywaler by targeting his kids.

Only the baddies miscalculated because they went after his and Padme’s kids, and everyone knows they’re complete terrors, you know? The worst.

After everything’s dealt with and they head home, Anakin is almost as amused as Leia and Obi-Wan at the way Din is all but glued to Luke’s side, that tiny green gremlin kid of his just as bad.

Anakin’s heart grows three sizes when he watches the Very Solemn exchange of the little metal ball Luke brought back with him that one time and the trinket/chram/good luck token Grogu’s been holding on to.

Valuable treasures trusted on one another’s safekeeping until they saw one another again, and Din is like. Freaking hearteyes over the two of them, because his family, and Anakin just sighs

Obi-Wan totally not laughing at him now that Anakin has no right to play the overprotetcive, disapproving father card on Din after everything he’s seen of the man and how he feels about Luke.

“Disappointed?” Obi-Wan asks, and he’s smirking as he does.

Anakin doesn’t bother with an answer because Obi-Wan knows the answer.

Something along the lines of no, and you know better, Obi-Wan, with a oh, Padme’s going to love him,because of course she is. He makes her son very, very happy, after all.

(Best, best thing, however, is Padme meeting Din, when they arrive home. Din nervous and worried because Luke’s told him about his mother, how terrifying she can be, a force of nature, and clear he adores her.

And Padme looking between Din and his son holding Grogu with this radiant smile. So in love, and easy enough to see his love returned, and everything she could have asked for for her son.)

#star wars nonsense #dinluke #anon #not!fic prompts #prompt fills #technically not a fic #vagrant fic #long post #Anonymous

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krethes · 2 years

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Deleted Scene from Chapter 9 of Did You Miss Me?

@fantismal wrote this gem, but as it didn't quite fit into the POV style of Chapter 9, we scrapped it. We've shared this earlier in the week on the Wolfstar Discord, where we share most of our sneak-peeks and deleted/bonus scenes, if you'd like to come check us out! Chapter 11 coming ~7 AM EST January 24th!

“Look here. Bebe, here. Sisi, chin towards her, that’s it… drop the arm, Sisi. No, don’t let it dangle. No, that looks awkward. Tuck it behind you or something?” “My shoulder doesn’t bend that way.” Sirius shifted on the antique chair, trying to find a place for his arm that satisfied the photographer without putting too much stress on the couch. Stretched on a chaise beside him, Bellatrix giggled, a shrill noise in her throat that didn’t affect her smug expression for the camera. “Look, maybe if I just…” “Don’t push with your foot!” A docent of the house clasped her hands across her mouth. She was supervising the shoot, which really meant she needed to stay out of everyone’s way and keep her mouth shut, but she was having conniptions over the entire photography studio that had been set up in the midst of centuries old furnishings. “We grew up with furniture older than this,” Bellatrix scoffed. “We know how to handle it. Sisi, will you just do something with your arm?” “I’m trying…” If Sirius tucked his arm beneath him, wedging it behind the couch cushion, he could at least get it out of the way of the shot, which was apparently what the photographer wanted… Rather than the centuries old crumbs Sirius thought he’d find, his fingers brushed against something smooth and rectangular. Something considerably more modern. When the photographer finally stepped back to review his shots, Sirius pulled the mobile out from the couch. “Huh.” It was an older phone, based on the single camera lens on the back, but the case was gorgeous, a wolf howling at the moon. Sirius tilted it, catching the light, trying to figure out if this was something that had been hand-drawn on the case, or if it had been printed on. Bellatrix glanced over, reclining in a more comfortable position and pulling out her own phone. “What’s that?” “Found a phone.” Sirius thumbed the power button, and the screen came on. There was a phone number on the lockscreen. Pulling out his own phone, Sirius opened the messaging app and typed in the number. Me: Hey, found your phone. LMK where to send it to get it back to you. The phone in his hand buzzed, and a notification for his text popped up on screen. Sirius felt his face burn as Bellatrix burst out laughing. “Oh my god, did you seriously just text the phone you found!?” “I was trying to reunite it with its owner,” Sirius said. “So you texted it! While you were holding it!” Bellatrix lifted her phone, undoubtedly to snap a picture of Sirius’ red face. He rolled his eyes and turned his back to her. From the lock screen, he couldn’t access much, but there was an emergency contact card that popped up from the bottom. Sirius swiped it open. No name, but it said “Mum” and had a phone number and an address. Sirius flagged down his PA, Barty. “Hey. Can you package this up and send it off?” Barty Crouch Jr., a sallow-faced young man with huge, watery blue eyes, stared up at Sirius unblinkingly. “Send it off where, Sisi sir?” “Send it to the address there.” Sirius pointed to the address on the screen. “Package it nicely, so it doesn’t break in transit, okay? And throw in a note.” “What should the note say, Sisi sir?” Bellatrix continued to giggle. Barty was, Sirius knew, a son of a friend of the family’s. He worked under Sirius not because of his aptitude or talent, but because his dad had greased the right palms. Try as he might, Sirius hadn’t been able to get rid of the creepy little gremlin. “Say… have it say, ‘Found this at Waddesdon Manor. You’re the emergency contact, hope you can help it get home.’ Can you do that?” “Yes, Sisi sir. Right away, Sisi sir. Is there anything else you need, Sisi sir?” “No. No, that’s all.” Barty bowed and skittered away with the phone. Sirius shoved his hand into his hair. “Sisi sir,” Bellatrix echoed, knowing how much Sirius hated that name, hated Barty’s insistence on using it after every sentence. “Shove it, Trixie,” Sirius growled, relishing in the slight narrowing of her eyes from Bellatrix’s own hated nickname. “Are we done

here yet?” “They’re setting up the next room for some video shots.” Bellatrix stretched out her legs and crossed her ankles, one of her silver stilettos gouging into the wooden arm of the chaise she was reclining on. The docent nearly sobbed. “More sauntering and sulking, just what you’re good at.” “Would it kill them to ask for something different?” Sirius asked, massaging his temples. “I know we have an ‘image,’ but Jesus Christ…” “You’re the "bad boy of pop", Sisi darling. You insisted on leather, so you get to be the growly shadow.” “One of these days, I will tell them to dye your hair pink.” “The day you do that is the day you die.” Bellatrix smiled poison-sweet at Sirius. “Not that you’d ever have the balls to go after my hair.” “Don’t tempt me.” Sirius shoved off his chair and left the room, not sure of where he was going but just knowing he needed to get away from his “twin.”

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Bakusquad Crack Post Pt.2

Hello you beautiful bitches 😌 hope you had a good day today! I was stuck on what I was going to write and decided to make a side story on what happened with the LoV in the first part! So now i’ll give you high bakusquad ft. The LoV🤩

Pairing: Aged up Bakusquad x gn!Y/n x LoV

Warnings: Use of marijuana, swearing, injuries, slight manga spoilers

Summary: Bakusquad gets kidnapped by the Lov, but it turns out better than expected.

✨QUICK RECAP ✨

You and the Bakusquad were v e r y faded chilling on a hill watching the stars

A nomu pops out of no where and you all start attacking, but completely miss

The nomu starts chasing you and ends up knocking everyone out

OKAY NOW LETS GET IT 😈

So... you got kidnapped by the infamous League of Villains

B💥: *waking up* “Fucking shit what hap- oh shit hey crusty 😏 never thought i’d be here again.”

ST(Shiggy)🧴: “Never thought you’d be this easy to catch you little bitch”

B💥: “WHO YOU CALLIN A LITTLE BITCH YOU FLAKEY FU-”

Y/n🥵: *evil/scary ass voice* “Bakugou if you don’t shut the fuck up right now i’ll let his flakey ass disintegrate you. You’re beING TOO FUCKING LOUD 😃🔪”

B💥: “uh... where’d you get that knife from :D”

K💪🏼: “Hey guys, sorry to ruin your moment but shouldn’t we be concerned that we got kidnapped.”

M💅🏽: “I agree... We literally got kidnapped by the people who want to kill us.”

S🕷: “Oh shit, that’s who they are? No wonder they looked so familiar.”

All: 👁👄👁

ST🧴: “Ya’ll are dumber than I expected... anyway we want you guys to join us. You all have powerful quirks, especially you Baku-”

B💥: “YAWWNNNN. No thank you. I already said no.”

ST🧴: “Did you just s a y the word yawn 🙃 *scratching neck* You’re pissing me off. I’ll just kill you then.”

S🕷: “Hold on mr.saltine, before you kill bakubro can we smoke our last joint? This weed was expensive and I AM NOT letting it go to waste. Plus I have even more and it needs to be gone before I die.”

M💅🏽: “Sero please tell me you didn’t bring your stoner pack.”

S🕷: *pulls out his so called “Seros Super Stoner Pack”*

Shiggy’s starting to regret his life choices.

All of a sudden Dabi pops out of no where

DB🔥: “Is that weed? I smell weed. Where is it.”

Sero had the most amazing idea, but not for them to escape no, he has had the most amazing idea to make sure he finishes his weed.

S🕷: “...Wanna smoke with us 👀 I already rolled a joint and I can roll at least 4 more. Don’t wanna let it all go to waste 😃”

DB🔥: “Let them out of the cuffs. I need to smoke.”

At this point Shigaraki is over everything and decides to smoke to distract himself from the stupidity.

So, ya know, Sero does his thing and hands yall the other papers to roll up

*30 minutes and 5 joints later...*

DB🔥: “NO BUT LIKE ENDEAVOR IS A FUCKING B I T C H. HE CAN KISS MY BURNT ASS.”

This smoke session somehow turned into a therapy session.

DB🔥: “I KNOW HE’S MY DAD BUT HOLY SHIT. FUCKER PUSHED ME INTO FAKING MY OWN FUCKING DEATH AND NOW HERE I AM. IM BURNT, MUSTY, AND STUCK WITH THIS CRUSTY ASS BITCH.”

Y/n🥵: *patting his back* “There there, let it out... uhuh just like that”

DB🔥: “I CAN’T EVEN FUCKING CRY. MY TEAR DUCTS ARE BURNT AND I FEEL DUMB AS FUCK CRYING WITH NO TEARS. I LOOK FUCKING CONSTIPATED.”

ST🧴: “Bitch please, you look constipated all the time.”

DB🔥: “Square the fuck up. 😃 Right now.”

D⚡️: “So... we just gon ignore the fact that he’s Endeavors “dead” son?”

Eventually Dabi lets everything off of his chest and goes off pouting in your arms

To lighten up the mood Sero connects his phone to his speaker and picks whatever song came up first

It was WAP by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion.

Denki was the first one to get up and starts to rap the first verse. He knew it word for word.

Sero joined in after but also started dancing

Mans was MOVING them hips. Them shits were swaying like it was nobody’s business 💅🏽

WAIT SO HEAR ME OUT, I feel like Bakugou would be a completely different person when he’s high

Yeah he’s still angry and shit but he’d be sooooo fucking funny

This bitch would get up all of a sudden and be like

B💥: “YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG FUCKER. THIS IS HOW YOU FUCKING MOVE”

Then he starts aggressively twerking anyway he can 😭

He’s twerking on the wall, on the floor, ON PEOPLE

You all eventually form a circle around him and start hyping him up

LMAOO ITS LIKE THAT DANCE CIRCLE AT SCHOOL DANCES AND EVERYONE HAS THEIR PHONE OUT

Y/n🥵: “BEST FRIEND SHOW EM YOUR MOVES”

K:💪🏼: “GO, OUUU YUH GET IT I GUESS 💅🏽... OKAY IM NEXT BEST FRIEND. GET THE CAMERA 🤩”

KIRI FUCKING PUSHES HIM OUT

K💪🏼: “dougie 🤪 hype me up 😤🥵”

He does it REALLY bad, but that’s not gonna stop the hype

ST🧴: “AHAHAHA WHY HE MOVIN LIKE THAT. MANS STIFF AS FUCK”

M💅🏽: “Like you can do any better than that 😗”

ST🧴: “Baby please, watch this”

Shiggy starts voguing... and he’s really fucking good.

All: “💀”

DB🔥: “HOLY SHIT THIS IS FUCKING GOLD . YO GUYS GET THE FUCK OUT YOUR ROOMS. Hehe he’s gonna regret doing this. ”

The rest of the LoV members come out and are shocked

They don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or be disgusted

TG🔪: “Dabi... is he okay, wait a minute... wHEN DID THEY GET HERE”

SP🐊: “...I’m going back to my room.”

TW👺: “OUU YUH SHIGGY. GET IT BITCH- this is so fucking disgusting.”

Mr.Compress and Kurogiri don’t even bother to see whats happening

Once the most iconic part of the song pops up YOU AND MINA GO OFF.

M💅🏽: “OUT OF THE WAY BITCHES. ITS THE BADDIES TURN.”

Holy fuck can y/n and Mina marry me already. p l e a s e.

Yall hitting every beat, every move, THE ATTITUDE. Yes. A+. 1000/10

Everyone was screaming their asses off and jumping around

After WAP, Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low played

DB🔥: “OHHH SHIT ITS MY TIME WHORES”

Dabi pulls out a guitar and amp out of thin air and plays his fucking heart out.

Bakugou finds drums and plays like theres no tomorrow

Sero finds a bass and joins in

Y/n🥵: “What the fuck 😃 why is this so good 😃”

The rest of you starts head banging and singing along

K💪🏼: “TAKE A BREATH DONT IT SOUND SO EASY, NEVER HAD A DOUBT NOW IM GOING CRAZY WATCHING FROM THE FLOOR”

M💅🏽: “waYMENT- I THOUGHT HE COULDN’T SING. WHERE DID THAT COME FROM 😳”

Denki adds harmony to the next part

K💪🏼D⚡️: “TAKE A BREATH AND LET THE REST COME EASY, NEVER SETTLE DOWN CAUSE THE CASH FLOW LEAVES ME. ALWAYS, WANTING MORE”

Y/n🥵: “DENKI YOU TOO??? I’m going to pass away. This is too muCH. I’M GOING TO SIMP PLEASE.”

Oop, the best part’s coming up... who’s singing next?👀

DB🔥: “IT WAS NEVER A PHASE MOM. ITS A LIFE STYLE- CAUSE I GOT YOUR PICTURE IM COMING WITH YOU DEAR MARIA COUNT ME IN THERES A STORY AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS BOTTLE AND IM THE PEN.”

That shit was chefs fucking kiss. Dabi has the perfect voice for this song.

At this point you, Mina, and Shiggy were on the floor with tears streaming down your faces.

When yall thought it couldn’t get any better, Bakugou and Sero start harmonizing for the last part 💅🏽

B💥S🕷: MAKE IT COUNt WHEN IM THE ONE WHOS SELLING YOU OUT CAUSE IT FEELS LIKE STEALING HEARTS CALLING YOUR NAME FROM THE CROWD”

Dead. You flat lined. Your limit has been passed and now you’re a hard core simp.

Mina was so glad she started recording because there definitely won’t be another opportunity.

Y/n🥵: “Guys... WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT. HOW CAN YOU PULL INSTRUMENTS OUT OF YOUR ASSES AND PLAY PERFECTLY. KIRI WHERE THE HELL DID THE VOICE COME FROM.”

The boys were sweating and out of breath. They just did a whole performance in the hide out with zero practice.

They stared at each other at the end for a little bit and excitedly hyped themselves up.

Dabi spoke about starting a band forgetting about his occupation and why the bakusquad was there in the first place

Honestly this moment was precious. The villains and aspiring hero’s were getting along because of the weed in their system. This just proves how weed can solve all your problems 💅🏽

*knock knock* “Doordash delivery”

ST🧴: “Oh, when did you guys order food?”

S🕷: “We didn’t order food...”

ST🧴: “... FUCKING SHIT NOT AGA-”

The pro hero’s busted in 🤩

DB🔥: “KUROGIRIIII. GET US THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.”

And just like the the LoV escaped

M💅🏽: “Ya kno what, I honestly forgot where we were.”

B💥: “Same.”

K💪🏼: “We were having too much fun...”

D⚡️: “Ughhh why’d they come so early 😫 we were boutta start a band 🥺”

S🕷: “Wait... why were we here again??”

Y/n🥵: “Sero...baby, maybe you should lay off the weed for a bit 💀”

Aizawa walked in and shot his scarf out to all of you. He made sure to make them uncomfortably tight and pulled you guys right to him.

A🐱: 👺👹*gremlin noises*👺👹

Lol you guys are fucked.

HELLOOOOO I hope you guys enjoyed this story of what went on when the squad got kidnapped!! Honestly my account is gonna have ALOT of bakusquad scenarios since I literally love all of them so much. Not a day goes by where I’m not thinking about hanging out with them 😭 Credits to jazzmonster for the gif 😌 once I saw it I knew I had to use it. Anywayy thank you all so much for the support :’-) I didn’t think people would actually like the stuff I write since its all over the place 😫 Hope you have a good rest of your day/night 🖤

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carcinized · 3 years

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In Secret

Ship(s): Romantic Dukexiety

Words: 1213

Warning(s): Kissing, some cursing

AU(s): Human, teenagers, royalty

Notes: Fluffuary day 10, let’s go! Based off #8 and 12 of this post. Have some Dukexiety, my friends!

Summary: Virgil is reunited with his secret boyfriend, Remus, prince of the neighboring kingdom.

Virgil swept his hair to one side in the mirror. He was fairly certain he wouldn't be able to make himself look nice, at least, not what he considered nice. With his parent's rules, it wasn't like he could dress in the oversized coats and dresses he wanted. Then again, he was a prince, so he supposed it wasn't really his parents' fault, either.

Today was an important day. The neighboring kingdom's royal family was paying a visit, which was a momentous occasion on its own, but it just so happened to be the royal family who's youngest son, Remus, Virgil was dating.

Their parents didn't know, of course. Virgil, as the heir to the throne, was expected to marry a princess and have a male child with her to be the next king.

However, Virgil was very, very gay.

And so were the twins of the other kingdom, one of which Remus was. The other, Roman, was the elder—He was in the same predicament as Virgil, only with another lover. Remus, on the other hand, was forever ignored—both a blessing and a curse, at least in Virgil's eyes—and would likely be allowed to marry who he liked.

But the twins were coming today, which Virgil was both excited and terrified for. It was going to be hard to not kiss Remus as soon as he saw him, and he knew it'd be even harder for the impulsive boy who was visiting not to do the same of Virgil.

A knock sounded on Virgil's door. "You ready?"

Virgil sighed, looking at himself in the mirror and brushing his hair back the way he knew his mother would want it, not swept to the side like he liked it. "Yes, Mother."

The door opened and Virgil's mother, the Queen, walked in, scrutinizing his outfit. Virgil scrunched up his face as she did so, finally relaxing when she nodded in approval with a simple "good."

She led him out of the palace to the front of the castle, where Virgil's father and a carriage were waiting.

The King was already speaking with the Queen of the neighboring land. Roman stood next to his mother, speaking with Virgil's dad, while Remus was leaned up against the carriage with arms crossed. Virgil thought that summed up the difference between the two of them fairly well.

Remus's expression lightened when he saw Virgil, though, eyes widening and mouth turning up in a smile Virgil loved more than the stars. He waved, beckoning Virgil closer, and Virgil laughed to himself slightly before freezing with the realization that his mother was still beside him.

"Go," his mother said. "Your friendship with the boy is good for the kingdom."

Virgil pursed his lips, knowing that his relationship with Remus was anything but friendship. "Thanks, Mom."

"Mother," she corrected.

"Thanks, Mother," Virgil agreed without any thought put into the response. He was far to focused on Remus to think of anything else, even his mother's cold remarks. She's granted him permission to be with Remus and, by God, was he going to make good use of that time.

When he reached the carriage, he expected Remus to do something wild. At the very least, he'd expected to be tackled in a hug. Instead, he was gifted with Remus taking Virgil's hand in both of his own and raising it to his mouth, gently kissing it and making Virgil flush bright red.

"Stop, Remus, you'll make our parents suspicious—"

"They don't give a damn if I kiss your hand," Remus insisted. "Don't worry, sugar cube. They think I'm just messing around. Boys will be boys, all that shit."

Virgil frowned. "I don't think the saying 'boys will be boys' is referring to boys kissing other boys' hands."

"Well, it is now!" Remus said, grabbing Virgil's arm and tugging him along as Remus began running.

Virgil sputtered but didn't fight Remus. "Wait! Where are we going?"

"To the gardens! Roman promised me he'd distract the adults so we could get away."

"Roman agreed to cover for you? Really?"

"I have to cover for him next time we visit his boyfriend, but yeah, he did. Also, he thinks you're good for me."

"I am good for you."

Remus laughed at that, turning around and slowing their pace to squish Virgil's cheeks. "You think you're so composed, it's adorable."

"What? I am composed, dumbass."

Remus leaned in and kissed Virgil's cheek, leaving him red-faced and inarticulate. "How composed are you now?"

"N-not f—Not fair!"

Remus grinned his widest grin. "Plenty fair. You liked it, didn't you?"

"Sh-shut up," Virgil muttered, hiding his face in Remus's shoulder.

"Mm, we'd better go somewhere before someone sees you blushing and hugging me."

"You're the one who keeps kissing me!" Virgil argued, leaning away from Remus to fake a glare in his direction.

"Only your cheek and hand," Remus protested. "We'll get to the real kissing later," he added with a wink, making Virgil's face heat up once more.

"Well, let's just get going," Virgil said, trying to get them out of there.

Remus cracked a grin as he began walking just ahead of Virgil, facing backwards so he could still see him. "Eager, hm?"

Virgil rolled his eyes. "Yes, is it so hard to believe I want to catch up with my boyfriend?"

"And make out with him."

Virgil sighed, but he couldn't stop a grin from forming. "And make out with him. Yes, is it so hard to believe I want that?"

Remus's grin turned lopsided. "Hm, maybe not."

Virgil flushed again and hid his face in his hands. "Why are so so good at making me blush? You have no right—"

"On the contrary," Remus said, reaching out to touch Virgil's cheek, and Virgil couldn't help but lean into it, "I have every right."

Virgil turned away, red rising up his neck. "S-see? There you g-go again."

Remus chuckled, grabbing one of Virgil's hands to hold. "You just blush easy. Oh, and you're also in love with me."

Virgil hid his face in Remus's shoulder again. "Shut up!"

Remus laughed and used the hand to tug Virgil off into a corner of the castle that Virgil hadn't even known was there. "Hey, Virge?"

Virgil tilted his head, though he already knew what Remus was going to ask. "Hm?"

Remus cupped Virgil's face in his hands. "Can I kiss you?"

Virgil answered by standing on his tiptoes and kissing Remus himself, letting his arms wrap around his neck and pull Remus down to his own height so his feet could relax. Remus kissed back slowly, making Virgil want to cry with happiness. God, he'd missed this feeling.

When he ran out of breath, he gently pulled away, looking up and seeing Remus's face was bright red. He laughed at that. "Look who's blushing now, hm, Re?"

Remus blushed more at that. "Shut up, you little gremlin."

Virgil smirked. "I'm your little gremlin." He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to Remus's once more before slowly pulling away.

"I missed your kisses," Remus murmured.

Virgil laughed and buried his face in Remus's shoulder, feeling arms wrap around his back and smiling at the sensation. "I missed your kisses, too."

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chamomileteainabuttercup · 3 years

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Dincobb Week Day 1 - Clan of Three (SFW)

Welcome to my Dincobb Week fanfic posts! I've written stories and scenes of varying lengths and tones. For clarity I should say that most of these exist as miniature AUs of their own and have no continuity with each other or with anything else I've written about these characters, so in different pieces they may be described having different physical features, personal possessions, preferences, et cetera. (There are three exceptions which I'll note as such when they come out.) Thanks to @djarining, who helped me a lot with brainstorming and discussing my ideas!

For today I have two pieces, an SFW and an NSFW - the NSFW is scheduled to post an hour after this one.

Clan of Three

Every clan, if you think about it, must once have been just two people. A couple, or a parent and a child. A point at which someone stopped being alone, or chose to branch out from their clan of origin, and something new began.

Their situation is not really abnormal, it’s just unfamiliar. And sometimes you’ll be able to identify the moment of change or of beginning, it will be official, with the blessing of a trusted authority… but sometimes one thing will gradually blend into another and you’ll only be able to say that it has changed after it’s well established. You’ll have to recognise it for yourself.

For Din that moment of recognition comes in the middle of… nothing special. It’s a hot afternoon. They’re staying inside where it’s shady and closer to cool. He’s just coming out of the kitchen with the glass of iced tea Cobb asked him for. Cobb is sitting on the floor with Grogu sitting in the nest of his crossed legs, long and bare in the old shorts he changed into after the morning’s work. They have a picture book laid open on the floor in front of them and Cobb is reading to Grogu, changing his voice for the different characters.

“And so the lonely Wookiee growled, ‘Oh no! Oh my! I don’t know what to do!’ and — ow! Hey, you little ratbag.” Grogu’s little clawed hand had been resting on his shin, idly playing with his leg hair, and he just pinched a few strands together and pulled them. Grogu giggles as Cobb growls again, giving his best (very inauthentic but spirited) imitation of a Wookiee, wraps his arms round him and blows a raspberry on top of his head. That makes him squeal and laugh, which gets him another raspberry. “What am I gonna do with you?” Cobb asks. “Anyway,” and he resumes reading the story.

You are as its father. It’s been a long time since then, and he would politely but firmly correct anyone who called Grogu it, but those words set him on this path, and now he knows he’s not on it alone. Just when and how Cobb became a father to Grogu too, he’s unable to say, even as he looks back over the months they’ve lived together. There was no moment of blessing, only patience and kindness and growing trust and reliance. There’s no ritual or ceremony, no symbolic gift to confer membership in the clan. Cobb is part of it already. Din needs to sit down.

He keeps that thought to himself for a while. In a way, he’s treasuring it; but in another way, it troubles or at least puzzles him. He wouldn’t have expected to feel satisfied by something so informal and it seems disloyal not to feel a need to formalise things properly according to creed and tradition. Those things still matter to him, they matter deeply, they’re at the foundation of who he is and tries to be, but perhaps it’s because they don’t apply to Cobb in the same way. Cobb respects his beliefs, no question, and he tries to understand and support them, but Din suspects he’s never going to ask what one needs to do to convert. He looks sometimes at Cobb’s new armour (second-hand gear still, but they’re restoring and improving it together) and thinks about where on it would be a good spot for a mudhorn stencil. Would it be okay to go that far? Informally, but symbolically?

Grogu’s crayon drawings are getting more assured, and he frequently draws the three of them as a group, smiles so wide they come off the sides of their faces (he just draws a smile onto the front of Din’s helmet to make it clear he’s happy). There’s a symbol for you. He used to stick close to Din when they all walked somewhere together, regardless of where Cobb was, but now he always toddles along between them, and he loves if it they each reach down and grab one of his hands and lift him up and give him a swing back and forth. He squeals and giggles — and that’s another thing, since they’ve been living with Cobb he’s noticed more and more laughter from Grogu. He was never really a timid kid, despite everything he’d gone through before Din found him, but he’s become noticeably more confident and exuberant, and Din has to think it’s from having a settled, comfortable home with not one but two people who love him and also love each other. Cobb encourages that side of him; they’ve settled into roles where Din is generally the more calm and gentle parent, Cobb the more playful one. Din is more likely to rock Grogu to sleep; Cobb is more likely to bounce him in the air. When Grogu gets really mischievous and Din is exasperated but still amused, he’ll accuse Cobb of teaching him to be a gremlin, and Cobb will laugh back and say that’s all you can expect from a Tatooine feral.

They’re in bed one very early morning when they both wake to the sound of a thump followed by little scuttling footsteps in the kitchen. Cobb groans quietly and snuggles up to Din’s back as they both listen drowsily for any sounds of disaster demanding action. There’s a wooden clatter — that sounded like the broomstick falling over. Then a strange sound kind of like rain that has Din baffled until he starts to suspect it’s dry spaghetti falling on a tiled floor.

“Your son’s getting into some shit,” Cobb mumbles.

Din thinks about how comfortable he is right now and how dark it still is outside. He’s a dutiful parent, but he’s human, and he’s not in this alone any more. “Before sunrise,” he mumbles back, “he’s your son.”

There’s a moment’s quiet, and he wonders if he overstepped by saying that. In the kitchen, there’s a sound he’d tentatively identify as an egg breaking on the floor. Cobb grumbles and puts a kiss on his shoulder, and whispers, “I want your clean-out-the-fridge fried rice for dinner.” Then he rolls over, gets out of bed and shuffles off, bare feet whispering on the floor. Din rolls on his back, stretches out his legs, and listens for the sounds of two of his clan of three.

#dincobweek2021 #dincobweek #dincobb week #clan of three #fanfiction #sfw

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Disc(o) Boy

Part 4

Part 5 [CURRENT]

Part 6

DT: @bargledblocks @snapdragonfirefly @artistconk

“Chat, I’ve been thinking-”

“That’s not good.”

“Fuck you! You know what? I’m not telling you what I was going to tell you-! Oh, look at the sunset.”

Chat clucked and chuckled as Tommy pulled out his camera, snapping a photo. Humming as he waited for it to develop, he nodded to his voices.

“Can’t wait until I can get a new camera, one that can record, too! Don’t get me wrong, the camcorder dad left behind works well, but it’s becoming a hassle, innit?”

The sound of disembodied voices harmonizing agreed with the child, watching as he put away the photo, swapping it with his water bucket. Jumping off the side of his cliff, he hummed as he landed perfectly, avoiding damage.

“Poggers.”

Phil couldn’t help but smile at his youngest son, watching as he conversed with his voices in a friendly manner. He was certainly skilled at mediating his voices, not letting them annoy him and corrupt his thoughts with their sometimes questionable suggestions. He watched as his boy collected seeds, changing course to collect skeleton bones. Before anyone knew it, tiny Tommy began obsessed with trying to use a creeper to get a disc.

Tubbo almost laughed as he watched his best friend scurry around, worry-free as he tried so hard to get a disc, determined to succeed. It was nearly sunrise when Tommy finally loosened his grip on his quest.

“I’ll read your “subs” in a minute, I need to try and kill a creeper with a skeleton. You know what? No. I’ve got my bones, that’s all I needed.”

The group was almost baffled with how tiny Tommy and his voices easily decided to drop the disc quest. Tommy’s precious discs were so close to never being discovered.

“Quick! Before you die!”

Tommy navigated through the plains, avoiding arrows and zombies as he did so. His bright blue eyes, shining with adventure and joy, widened the moment he saw the arrow kill the creeper. Cheering alongside his chat, he scurried over to put the disc, examining it. Quickly stuffing it in his inventory, he happily ran away from the mobs as he made his way back to his house, full of excitement.

“And so it begins, the beginning of the end.”

“The kid was excited to get his very own disc. I don’t understand how a kid enjoying something he worked hard to get led to all of this.”

“Because he decided that those stupid things are worth more than people! Do you know how many things we’ve lost because of them? How many canon lives were wasted because he can’t let go of them?”

“He’s a kid, Jack. He shouldn’t even have to make such a stupid decision at such an age! No one should make that decision, so stop putting this all on my son!”

Jack huffed as he crossed his arms, biting back a comeback at the sight of both Philza and Kristin’s expressions. Sharing a look with Niki, he shook his head as he turned to face the small child he despised.

Ponk smiled at the memory, amused to see the young Tommy he had met so long ago. He watched as the child grumbled to the regular chickens and his Chat, leading the regular chickens back into their pen. He remembered the simple times he had with Tommy when the boy first joined. He remembered the quarrels they had as they bordered each other. He also remembered the moments of peace the two had in their own little corner, how he’d sit against the base of his tree, listening to the discs that Tommy would put on from his side of the fence. He didn’t care much for kids, but Tommy was some form of a companion in their little corner. Letting out a snort, he shook his head as Tommy half-heartedly dissed him to his Chat, a passive-aggressive tone when Chat mentioned that they enjoyed Ponk’s voice. He didn’t even realize that missed the kid’s company until now.

“What is that growling?”

The group watched as Tommy dug into the hill, searching for the source of the undead groans. Amusement filled Sam as he watched Tommy shrugged it off, deciding to head back to his home. It wasn’t until the vast amount of clucking and moans that Tommy realized what he had come across.

“A spawner? Do you reckon?”

The boy dug into the cobblestone, excitement and pride filling him as he saw the zombie spawner. Running about in joy, he finally composed himself long enough to secure it. After he was done, he happily made his way to the chest.

“Oh, what’s in the chest? What’s in the chest-”

Tommy froze for a moment, but only a moment, before breaking out in cheers. Doing laps around the small room, he paid no mind to his cheering Chat. Laughing, he pulled out his latest find, a disc. Running his hands over its surface, he smiled as he recognized it in an instant.

“Cat! Oh, I definitely need that diamond now!”

“Where do you want to listen to the music? Here?”

Tubbo smiled as he watched his younger self walk around with Tommy, joyful. Both boys were content, not yet in the hands of unfit responsibilities. No trauma, no wars, no exile, just Tommy and Tubbo.

“I’ll make us some chairs, one sec.”

The group watched as the younger boy scurried to craft chairs, his best friend waiting as they spoke.

“Why are you following me?”

“I’m not following, I’m just watching. You’ve made us some chairs, this is nice.”

“Do you want our chairs next to each other or one block apart?”

“Uh-”

“I’ll just make us a bench.”

“Yeah, a bench.”

Tubbo and Tommy both sat down on either side of the bench, leaving room for each other to feel comfortable. Humming, Tommy set down the music box, opening up his inventory to grab a disc.

“You ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, we’re gonna start with-”

“I like the sound of this one!”

Wilbur froze at the voice, eyes widening. He ignored Ghostbur’s squeals of joy, spewing ‘awws’ and ‘how adorable!’ every chance he got. Clenching his fists, he glared at his father and brother as they perked up, eager to see a memory not familiar to them.

“You like the sound of all of them, you cheeky little gremlin.”

“Wilby! Take that back! I’m a big man!”

Wilbur smiled as sat on the couch, peering over to watch as his six-year old brother watched the disc rotate. Tommy had always loved music, always eager to listen to Wilbur play his guitar. He used to watch Technoblade play his violin, that was, until Techno dropped the hobby. Humming along to the tune, he nodded to his older brother.

“Yeah, this one. Hey, Wilbah?”

“What’s up, Toms?”

“Is it okay if I learn how to play music?”

Philza perked up at this. Music? Did Tommy learn to play music?

Wilbur feigned being in deep thought, before smiling as he tickled the boy seated next to him. Tommy giggled and squealed as he squirmed out of his brother’s grasp. Smiling, Tommy playfully stuck his tongue out at his brother, making the older boy roll his eyes. Standing up from the couch, Wilbur stopped the disc and put it back in its sleeve, much to Tommy’s disappointment. Biting his lip, he made up his mind when he held the packaged disc to Tommy. Tommy gently accepted it, eyes sparkling as he followed his brother to the front of the music shop. He watched as Wilbur paid for the disc, thanking the employee before leading Tommy out. Tommy was practically radiating with joy at this point.

“Thank you! Thank you, thank you!”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s not a problem, Tommy.”

“Oh, I can’t wait until Dad and Techie come home tomorrow so that I can show them my new disc!”

Wilbur froze, furrowing his eyebrows as Tommy bumped into his legs. Sighing, he bent down to face his brother.

Quackity let out a nervous laugh as he pulled Karl and Sapnap close, enjoying being between the two.

“I know that look, it’s the bad news express.”

“Listen, Toms, I know you were looking forward to having those two spend the day with us tomorrow, but that’s not happening. I just got a letter from them that said that they’ll be gone longer this time.”

“Wha- but that’s not fair! It’s my birthday tomorrow! You only turn seven once, you know. They promised me!”

“I know, Tommy, I know. Oh, come here.”

Tommy bit back tears as he accepted his older brother’s embrace. Sniffing, wiped some tears away as he tried not to sob.

“They promised me, Wilbah.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why? ‘S not your fault. I love you, Wilby”

“I love you more, Toms.”

Wilbur smiled as he ruffled his brother’s hair. Giving a small smile, he nodded as he motioned for him to follow.

“Come on, now. We still have your birthday party to look forward to! Besides, don’t you wanna show our new neighbors your disc?”

“Yeah! Tubbo’s gonna love it!”

Letting Wilbur carry him back to their little home on the outskirts of town, Tommy smiled as he traced his fingers along the pattern of the packaged disc. Nodding, he laid his head against his brother as he spoke up once more.

“Wilbah? What’s the name of this song?”

“Hm? Oh, that song is called-”

“-Cat.”

Silence filled the group as they turned to face the Minecraft family. Phil refused to face his sons or his wife, opting to stare at his hands. Techno kept his eyes closed, refusing to open them. Whether it was to put up a front or to be alone with his thoughts, no one knew. Wilbur and Ghostbur just stared ahead, the image of their younger brother being so small stuck in their heads. Kristin just wished that one of them would look at her. She opened her mouth to address her family, but she was beaten to it.

“You just...left them. Why?”

Phil pressed his lips together as he turned to make eye contact with Puffy, taking note of the anger in her eyes.

“I did what I thought was best at the time. It was for their own good.”

A scoff escaped from her throat as she shook her head. Puffy stood up, prepared to scold the man, only to be cut off by Tubbo.

“He waited every day for you two. He’d collect items and write down his fun moments so that he could share with you two. Tell me, Philza, Techno, when was the last time you spent a birthday with Tommy?”

They couldn’t answer him. They genuinely couldn’t remember, and that was something Tubbo already knew. They could only stay silent, could only think.

Tubbo smiled as he leaned back in his seat, humming as he watched the sky. Peering over at Tommy, he was pleased to see the relaxed and content expression that painted his friend’s face. Tommy hummed as he faced Tubbo, a genuine smile dancing on his lips. The volume of Chat themselves died down, mumbles and whispers exchanged as the voices enjoyed the tune. Turning back to face the sky, Tubbo nodded as he spoke up.

“This is nice.”

It was peaceful, beautiful even. Pure bliss and peace filled everyone as Tommy’s content feeling flooded into them, reminding them of their connection. This time was different, however. This time, they didn’t mind sharing such lovely feelings with the young boy. Everything was quiet and peaceful, and it was all thanks to the bond that was shared between two best friends. In that very moment, everything was perfect.

“All jokes aside, what actually is a fetish?”

#The Reluctant Hero's Tale #The Reluctant Hero's Tale AU #I'M BACK BITCHES WOOOOOO

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