#sbi fanfiction

[hivemindscape]

It's @sundial-at-night's (@tiny-cacti-magnet's) birthday today- September 24th

Sun is gone, but her soul lives on in the stories she created with such deep love. Lets appreciate them, dear fandom

Happy borth, Sunshine I miss you

New Deceit's an Old Design and subsequent pieces in the series were of great importance to Sun. She processed her scarring experiences and emotions through them. The adoration for the two brothers, and recognition from the fandom, helped her through unbelievably complicated times.

I would be beyond grateful if you gave any other of Sun's works a read. And if you have in the past, and showed support- thank you. Thank you for being with her on this journey. I know from her own words all of us made those last 3 years happier, easier.

Her chosen name was Rayna. She was a wonderful, strong, absolutely awe-inspiring person.

Keep her in your heart, if you can. And never ever forget about the impact your lives have on others'.

If you want to make a birthday gift of your own, or anything to commemorate her memory unrelated to today, please tag me, I'll cry tears of joy

#wilbur soot #crime boys #tommyinit fanart #wilbur soot fanart #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crimeboys fanfiction #crime boys fanart #sbi fanart #sbi fanfiction #sbi fanfic #sundial at night

[mavia-anon]

Pandora's Key

Tommy had been having a good day.

For once, in his fucking miserable life things had been going well.

He should have known it wouldn't last but never, not in his wildest dreams, could he have imagined it would go to shit this badly.

The fucking Blade bares down at him, all fucking six feet whatever of pure bloodlust and barely contained rage with a shimmering sword at his throat. Red eyes glowing behind a skull mask stare into his soul and he's saying something, Tommy thinks. Asking him questions or hissing threats, Tommy doesn't know. He cant-- he can't hear him over the sound of his blood pounding in his ears.

The sword at his throat digs in a little deeper, a sharp burning pain that makes Tommy full body flinch and that only makes the pain worse and there's blood on his skin and those red eyes narrow, just slightly and--

Tommy doesn't know how long has passed, but when he finally comes to, he's still in his apartment. The Blade standing a healthy distance from him with his sword sheathed at his side.

Not that he needs it to be able to kill Tommy in a hundred painful ways, but it settles his nerves, if just a little.

His hands are tied behind him, is the next thing Tommy becomes aware of, a dull ache in his shoulders as the bindings wrap tight from his wrists to his elbows. He's completely fucking helpless, not that he would have been able to fight before but at least he could move, could run could--

"Well then," The Blade starts as he sees Tommy blinking blearily up at him. "Where were we?"

When Tommy doesn't answer, the Blade crosses his arms over his chest. He can't see the villains face, but he can imagine the withering glare he must be giving him.

"The blueprints." The Blade demands.

For a moment, Tommy is confused. He doesn't have any damn blueprints, he works customer service at a restaurant, he's not a damn architect or engineer or anything that could be considered important.

And then he realises.

Tommy doesn't like to think about his life during his time with Dream. And even if he wanted to, he can't even remember half of it.

He knows that Dream loved him, a long time ago. In his own way. They were not quite brothers but- had things been different, if Dream wasn't a hero, they might have been. He knows if he thinks about it too long, his head gets fuzzy and reality feels like a distant concept and--

And there's one memory that sticks with him, as vivid as the moment it happened. Dream, with a resigned look in his eyes and a knife in his hand. Dream, who pinned Tommy to the ground and brought the knife down on his back.

Dream, who spent weeks making sure the scars stayed. Healed in jagged lines and burned edges.

Tommy swallows thickly, desperately trying to keep the sick feeling in his stomach under control. He'd never been able to look at what Dream had done to him. At what hours of torture had left him with. He could barely stand to think about it most days, even when after hours of working left his skin tender and the pain became bone deep, he could never bare to behold what lay there.

It would break him all over again, he thinks. To know what Dream valued more than him. Someone he used to claim he would burn the world for.

But with wide, horrified eyes, Tommy suspects he finally has an answer for all his unasked questions.

There are no blueprints, no carefully kept and cleverly hidden sheets of paper Tommy can fork over and then continue on with his life.

There is only Tommy, and the mottled expanse of scars on his back. Blueprints-- a map of Pandora's Vault. The prison in which Dream is currently rotting in. Where he should have stayed, forever.

And Tommy is the key that will let the beast free.

#tommyinnit #technoblade #drabble #dark sbi #dreamwastaken #sbi fanfiction

[lennjamin-o7]

Burden the Hand

The fabric on top of the cage was pulled off with a flourish. Technoblade flinched and closed his eyes at the sudden light. Gasps and murmurs and laughter grated on his heart as he struggled to clear his sight and mind. “-we were able to procure an avian hybrid for your royal highnesses,” The auctioneer said finally. Technoblade squinted, trying to see through the blurriness of the brightness. “Pulled directly from the traded territory of the Retired Tundra, only began presenting as a hybrid one month ago! This hybrid's instincts are well within the timeframe to make a perfectly docile pet.” Technoblade is an Avian hybrid. They are considered divine inside the Antarctic Empire. He did not live in the Antarctic Empire. He lived in Hypixel, where the Hybrid Market was alive and well. Technoblade is taken to be sold at the International Council, a meeting between many of the biggest kingdoms in the world. He meets the Emperor of the Antarctic Empire.

Make sure to read the tags.

#burden the hand #lenn writes #sbi fic #sbi fanfiction #avian au

[anima-writer]

Running in the rain

Summary: It was raining, everyone was protect inside of some house until Tommy said to Phil that you was outside...in the rain.

Pairing[s]: Sleepy Bois Inc × Toddler!Reader, platonic.

Warning[s]: None!

Word Count: 426

A/N: I had a dream and it was pretty cool so I dicide to write about it :)

In a humble house, five people lived there: Phil, Wilbur, Techno, Tommy and You

The rain kept falling, this kind of weather would have been perfectly pleasant on any given afternoon...if it weren't for the fact that there were children at home. The rain was already lasting more than 2 hours and was predicted to get worse, as the appearance of the sky was still full of gray clouds.

Unfortunately, the twins weren't home, they were in a small house in the backyard that Phil had made for the kids to play in. The twins had gone to decorate that place a little more so that you and Tommy could play without getting sick because of some dust, that little house was not used much by them so it was the least they could do for you two.

Even with the rain being heavy enough, the teenagers, Wilbur and Techno, didn't care as much as they were protected by both the house and the coats they were wearing, so it wasn't a problem for them to stay there.

Meanwhile, inside the house, a small six-year-old child was looking out of the porch window at his older brothers outside and, at the same time, admiring the rain falling so fast on the ground...this yard is likely to be full mud later. Phil, on the other hand, had closed all the windows and mopped the floor, as he hadn't realized there was an open window and because of that the rain had soaked the whole floor, and since he had a toddler at home he would have to clean so that no accident occurs.

After finishing, Phil hears Tommy calling in the distance. "PHIL?..." shouted Tommy on the porch. Phil decided to go where the little one was so there wouldn't be a screaming socialization. "Yeah, mate?" Pointing his finger out, Tommy continued:

"Why is [Name] outside in the rain?"—"WHAT-"

Looking out, there it was, an extremely small child walking across the yard and heading to the little house. Phil had frozen. But, before Phil had a heart attack, Techno had sensed your approach and caught you quickly before you got any more soaked and brought you in hastily.

Both Techno and Wilbur were very confused as to why you had come there, but that question was soon answered when you rested your head on Techno's shoulder.

"Aww, they came because of you Techno~" said Wilbur touching his heart and holding himself not to pinch his cheeks. Scowling, Techno complained—"Bruh, my new clothes."

#sleepy bois inc #sbi fanfic #sbi fanfiction #x reader #toddler!reader #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #technoblade #philza #platonic #idk hope you guys like bc I write it while I was falling asleep #sbi x reader

[aureliagone]

I’m writing an SBI humans are space orcs AU where Tommy is nabbed. I’m trash.

#fanfic writing #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #sbi fanfic #sbi au #sleepy bois inc #sbi family dynamic #sbi fanfiction #archive of our own #humans are space oddities #humans are space orcs #humans are weird #AureliaGone fanfic

[areus-in-a-little-cave]

New CK chapter :DD it’s longer this time but :] some fun stuff happens

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Covered Kindling is a sequel to Broken Rhythms, and is a Tommy-centric fic with 20k words so far and 3/8 chapters. It follows Tommy as he adapts to life and deals with his trauma after his kidnapping.

Summary:

Phil had a guitar; Tommy had noticed it on his second week in the house. It didn’t look like anything special, just kind of a guitar, but Phil never touched it. After a while of eyeing the thing, it started to make sense. It was older and definitely something that could snap like a twig if someone beat against it for more than a second. A delicate object he obviously kept away so no one would touch, and it simply rested in a stand in the corner of Phil and Kristin’s bedroom. Really, it was like he was asking for it to get stolen.

Or

A Broken Rhythms sequel where, after finally escaping a fourteen year kidnapping, Tommy is home. Learning to be happy is harder than he expected.

Taglist! Reblogs are super appreciated :]

@cupsmp @aliveburs @embers-archive @marvelously-queer @jeanbean16 @ghostlycrisis @phantoids @snaxle

#areus fic update! #dsmp #dream smp #dsmp fanfic #dsmp fanfiction #sbi #sbi fanfiction #tommyinnit fanfiction #covered kindling

[12-toads-in-a-trench-coat]

SBI Whumptober day 7

Old Injuries//Marked by death//"I feel like I lost a part of myself" -Emduo -Angst -2k words -Comfort/Happy ending To Love You is to Forgive You(To Hold You)

#fanfiction #writer #ao3 #ao3 writer #sbi whumptober #hurt comfort #hurt/comfort #technoblade fanfiction #philza fanfiction #sbi fanfiction #emerald duo #emerald duo duo fic

[starflake-burning]

My fic for the @mcytblraufest is posted! the art for this fic was done by @vpofcookies and this fic was beta'd by @smol5824 !

Thank you so much to this amazing team for making this project so much better!

Be sure to check out the other members of this team and all of the other works in the collection!

#mcytblr aufest #sbi fanfiction

[deyna-d]

Today I Was Adopted By a Villain

Tommy is pleased that after his death he got into a novel he read once. In the end, he is a background character at most, and the whole drama of the plot certainly does not concern him.

But one day Philza Craft, the main antagonist of the story, comes and declares him his son.

#sbi au #sbi fanfiction #sbi fanfic #tommyinnit #philza #wilbur soot #technoblade #Isekai #We love isekai yey #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer

[snekkyfics]

Snekker's Snippets #1

I swear I still write, just don't finish anything. But what's a tumblr blog if I can't post little bits of upcoming work?

(also Tumblr is throwing a fit with me about formatting so you get asterisks for now)

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He asks Wilbur.

Well- sort of.

They’re sitting on the couch together- also sort of. Tommy’s become painfully aware of how much space he’s given by the Crafts. Wilbur keeps a decent-sized gap between them no matter what, Techno won’t do so much as sit on the bed with Tommy when they’re reading, and Phil has to be asked before he’ll even sit next to him.

It’s very… different.

Which automatically makes it annoying, because it’s different and strange and Tommy has already decided that’s bad.

But anyway,

They’re sitting on the couch together and watching a movie.

Still sort of. Wilbur’s engrossed in his phone and Tommy’s deep in thought under the guise of appreciating being let out of his room for once in his life.

(He made that joke when Wilbur propositioned the living room. Wilbur didn’t… he didn’t react much.)

Tommy’s thinking. Deep in thought. Profound thought. Much more profound than the fancy vase covered with probably expensive drawings on the mantle next to the TV.

And the question just sort of comes out.

“Wilbur?”

“Hmm?”

“I…” Tommy scrambled for a way to approach this. He may not be able to hold out asking any longer but he’s certainly going to be careful.

He catches Wilbur turning his phone off out of the corner of his eye, and he races to just spit it out before the tables turn on him.

“If you had to live in a motel, would you be fine with it?”

It’s absolutely not the best metaphor for the situation, but it does keep Wilbur from getting any more alert to the situation, and fuck it, Tommy was on short notice.

“I don’t know.” is Wilbur’s casual, unsatisfying answer. “Never been in a motel.”

He shrugs, and goes back to watching the movie.

Then he goes back to his phone when it buzzes and Tommy realizes that what his whole answer.

He tries again.

“...how about a hotel then?”

Wilbur shrugs again, “I’ve stayed in a few in my lifetime.”

Tommy waits eagerly. Tapping his fingers against the worn fabric of the couch.

Wilbur goes back to texting.

“And?” Tommy prompts further.

“And?”

“If you had to live in one, would you be fine with it?” Tommy repeats.

Wilbur sort of half-laughs.

“Why would I be living in a hotel?” he grins, eyes still not off the phone.

Tommy finds himself starting to mentally squirm.

“You just... are.” he says.

Wilbur starts scrolling through something.

“Now why would I go live in a hotel when I can stick around here for a hundred a month?” he absently asks in that light, teasing tone he likes to use with Tommy.

“Well, including chores. But it’s still better rates than what Techno’s getting.” he adds.

“This all about beating Techno?” Tommy asks, starting to grin along.

“Always, dear child. Always.” Wilbur responds.

“’m not a child.”

“Of course, dear child, of course.”

Tommy resists the urge to smack Wilbur with any one of the many conveniently-placed throw pillows on the couch with them, and instead goes back for the answer he needs to know.

“But would you be fine with it?” he asks again.

“Fine with what?”

“The hotel.”

“What hotel?”

The urge to throw something at that bespectacled face grows ever stronger.

“You’re a real fucking piece of work to try to hold a fucking conversation with, you know?” Tommy finally groused.

“Well it might be easier to have a conversation with you if I knew what we were talking about.” Wilbur responded, finally looking back up from his phone. “Not really tracking… this.”

Tommy felt himself bristle.

“Can’t you just answer the fucking question?” he snapped, “Would you be fine if you had to live in a hotel, or not?”

Wilbur sighed, an dramatic thing made overly so as he let his head fall back onto the backrest of the couch in exasperation.

“Very well, child,” he groans, “I guess it would depend.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Tommy exclaims, although he feels like screaming.

“Means what it means.” Wilbur shrugged. “Why am I there? For how long do I live there? Is there a functional swimming pool?”

“Like that’s so important.”

“Extremely.” Wilbur says in mock sincerity, looking over at Tommy.

“What’s this all about, anyway?”

Tommy scowls, sinking down more into the couch. “Nothing.”

He thinks Wilbur watches him for a hot second, but when Tommy steals another glance over Wilbur is, once again, busy on his damned phone.

So Tommy and his still aching mind turn back to the movie and his ruminations. Neither comforted or unsettled or really any different from before.

Wilbur is fucking bad at this.

And Tommy is really fucking piss poor at metaphors. He’ll blame his piss-poor life.

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Expert from the up-and-coming second chapter of Bummerland!

#snekker's snippets #bummerland #some nights #some nightsverse #tommy #wilbur #crimeboys #crimeboys fanfic #fanfiction #my fanfiction #multi chap fic #dsmp fanfiction #dsmp fanfic #sbi fanfic #sbi fanfiction

[raindrops-on-concrete]

so a while back I was apparently feeling a bit shitty about the fact that I'm aroace, so I wrote a 1000 word text about my relationship with romance and amatonormativity, then stopped mid sentence and wrote "alright, I'm done being sad now, let's talk about sbi fanfiction"

#sbi fanfiction #that's it that's the tag #sbi fanfiction my beloved #sbi #i guess

[symphonata]

Now don't get me wrong, I'm a Tommy apologist. But God I'd love to see more of Tommy's morally iffy side in fan works. Tommy is far from perfect and makes a lot of dumb decisions over the course of Dream SMP and I never see that cross over into Tommy-centric works. ESPIECALLY in Vigilante AUs, for once I wanna see a Vigilante AU where Tommy interns at the hero facility and befriends the SBI for information Instead of needing money. Tommy is often interpreted as being poor and people overlook the fact that the streets don't raise good people, they grow up hardened and spiteful more often then not and I wanna see that in Tommy. I wanna see him grow and learn to be better as the SBI start to grow on him. I wanna see him slowly change for the better over the course of the story AND IMAGINE THE DRAMA WHEN HIS IDENTITY IS INEVITABLY UNCOVERED C'mon guys, make it happen.

#Dream SMP #MCYT #Tommyinnit #SBI #Sleepy Bois Inc #Vigilante Tommy AU #Fanfiction #SBI fanfiction #i dont know how to tag #Morally grey characters #?

[mavia-anon]

SBI Whumptober Day 6 - coughing up blood // choking // "just breathe."

This particular prompt is getting a spotlight here because I like it. If you wanna check out everything else I've written for SBI Whumptober so far you can find it on my ao3 here. This is also longer than what I'd usually post on Tumblr so sorry about that

CW: dark SBI, possessive behaviour, vampire Tommy got turned against his will, (but that's not shown, just mentioned)

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There's a hunger like never before gnawing at Tommy's bones.

He's no stranger to going hungry, he spent most of his childhood being half starved and weak because of it. But even that doesn't compare to the hunger and the pain he feels now.

"Just rest," a gentle voice soothes, a cold hand carding through his hair. "You can eat soon."

Tommy whines pathetically, under the hunger pangs that make his stomach twist, there's an ache in his heart at the sound of the voice. Wilbur's voice, a slightly more coherent part of him, recognises.

He's supposed to trust Wilbur, right? They're friends – brothers almost. He remembers joking about that once, he thinks. It feels like it was a lifetime ago.

But as awareness slowly creeps back into his mind, Tommy remembers more. He had trusted not just Wilbur, but his whole family – Techno and Phil, where are they?

Tommy whines again, some new and unfamiliar part of his mind crying about the loss of… something. The ache in his heart worsens.

His family. Tommy trusted them – had trusted them. He trusted them with so much. With his fears and his vulnerabilities, with his physical wellbeing, with his fucking heart.

Fuck, he even trusted them with Henry. The stupid ratty cow plush that was his only memory of his biological family. And what did he get in return? Backstabbed – no, neckstabbed by Phil the moment he could admit he loved them.

"Wil," Tommy whines. "Wil what did you do t' me?"

"Don't worry about it, moonlight," Wilbur dismisses quickly. "You love us, right?"

Tommy whines again, confused and uncertain. Because he does. He loves them so much it hurts him sometimes but… but love shouldn't hurt like this, should it?

"You fuckin' turned me," Tommy whispers brokenly, the start of tears pooling in his eyes. "I told you I'd never want this."

The hand in his hair tightens painfully, and Tommy whines once more, moving his head to try and shake Wilbur off.

"Sorry, moonlight," the hand retracts completely and Tommy has to bite back a whimper. "Just… don't say things like that, alright?"

Tommy doesn't offer a response, he hardly feels smart enough to argue with Wilbur on a good day, but now, with his head stuffed full of cotton and the hunger overtaking his every thought, it feels almost impossible.

"I'm hungry," Tommy says after a long moment. "Do you think Phil'll make me pancakes again?"

"I don't think so, moonlight," Wilbur says gently.

Tommy frowns. "What's up with you callin' me that?" He mumbles. "Though' I was your sunshine, or whatever."

"You were – you still are," Wilburs hand returns to his hair, sharp nails scratching at his scalp softly. "But you're like us now. Still yourself of course, just. Changed. Moonlight is only a darker reflection of the sun, after all, and now you're ours. I thought it was fitting."

Tommy hums a non answer. Wilbur has always been poetic about shit like that, but Tommy feels too distant to really understand the words properly. It's nice to hear him talk though, his voice has always been calming.

Tommy breathes deep, content to listen as Wilbur continues rambling on. He can't sleep, as much as he wants to, the hunger is constant. But he’s fine, for now, he's certainly lived through worse.

Like being bitten and turned by a vampire.

The thought comes unbidden and Tommy frowns to himself, but the sound of a door opening steals his attention quickly enough that he doesn't have to think too deeply yet.

He feels the presence of two people enter the nest, an unfamiliar bond between them that feels like family. And with them, the sweetest smell reaches Tommys nose.

He sits up instantly, his hunger growing with a vengeance at the smell. Phil and Techno stand in the doorway, wide smiles on their faces and a fondness in their eyes Tommy has never seen before.

“Hey mate,” Phil greets him with a soft voice and Tommy makes an odd noise in return, something eerily close to a bird call. “Wow, you're deep in your instincts, huh? Makes this next part easier I guess.”

Both Wilbur and Techno chuckle at that and Tommy whines lowly. The sweet smell is only getting stronger, and Tommy is just so hungry. Whatever his sire is hiding, Tommy needs to have it – to sink his teeth into it and–

“Come here, Toms, I’ve got your food right here.”

Tommy doesnt waste a moment, scrambling out of Wilburs arms and off the bed, rushing headfirst into Phil, an unpracticed rumbling purr spilling from his lips.

That's… that's weird, right? Tommy blinks, awareness seeping back in for a moment. He shouldn't– something is wrong.

“Shh,” Phil hushes. “It’s okay, I'm here, just focus on me. You want to eat, don't you?”

A haze he hadn't noticed before falls over Tommys mind. It feels safe, warm. Phil purrs at him and somehow he knows it means his sire is content. Tommy lets himself sink into the haze.

“Good,” Phil praises. “Techno, if you would?”

Tommy blinks, and suddenly something is at his lips and the sweet smell becomes overwhelming.

He bites down on the thing in front of him instinctively, and distantly he hears Techno hiss in pain off to the side. Tommy hardly cares though, there's something thick and rich on his tongue, almost as sweet as the smell still in the air but almost tainted somehow.

Tommy feels himself being moved and gently the finger – Technos finger, he realises – is pried from his mouth. Before he can even whine in complaint, there's something else pushed in front of him. It's the source of the sweet smell, Tommys stomach cramps and he bites down without another thought.

The taste on his tongue is heavenly, as thick and rich as before, but it's not spoiled this time. It tastes fresh and it feels hot as it spills down his throat and warms his stomach. Tommy drinks and drinks and drinks until he is full, his hunger finally sated.

He pulls back, the haze over his mind is gone and he blinks the blurriness from his eyes–

To find a body cradled in his lap.

Tommy screams and scrambles backwards, staring wide eyed at the pale and bloodied person in front of him.

They're not moving, not breathing– they're– 

Tommy brings a hand up to his lips. They're wet and sticky to the touch and as Tommy looks at his fingertips, he sees a deep red blood staining them.

Oh god.

His stomach lurches, his breath quickens.

Oh fucking god. There’s no way– he wouldn't have–

Tommy gags, rolling onto his side as he focuses on the sick feeling. There's still blood in his mouth and Tommy's breath hitches with the force of his sudden sobs.

He's choking. He can't breathe, he can't remember how to anymore.

His guts twist.

Oh god.

“Hey, it's alright, I'm right here, look at me.”

That's Techno. That's Technoblade talking to him in his deep rumbling voice. Warm hands grab him, but it's okay. It's okay, it's just Technoblade, right? Technoblade would never hurt him, he promised. 

“Just breathe,” Techno soothes. “You're gonna be okay, I promise.”

Tommy settles at that. Techno… Techno would never break a promise.

He promised to protect Tommy, and he had. He promised to love Tommy, and despite everything he does.

They all promised not to turn him.

But… but if Techno promises everything will be okay.

Tommy retches again. There's still blood in his mouth, staining every inch of him. He's scared, he's so, so tired.

The haze creeps over his mind, and Tommy willingly sinks into it.

His coven will keep him safe. They love him, afterall. Even if they hurt him.

#sbi whumptober #tommyinnit #technoblade #wilbur soot #philza #dark sbi #sbi fanfiction #angst #vampire sbi

[lennjamin-o7]

Death Shall Come on Swift Wings to Him Who Disturbs the Peace of the King

Chapter 4

Technoblade was just a normal student-wait, scratch that. Technoblade was a fantastic student. But being a fantastic student doesn't protect you from the end of the world. Somehow, the Dead God has returned. And he has returned angry. He is committed to the death of the entire human race. Until he stops. And he demands the entire world bring him one person. One person, and then the reign of terror ends. But by the wing, why does that one person have to be Technoblade? or; Philza is an awakened God that wants revenge, until he realizes his murdered bestie was reincarnated. Now he just wants his best friend back. Technoblade wants to not be murdered by an all powerful god with attachment issues.

#mcyt fanfiction #sbi fanfic #sbi fanfiction #dark sleepy bois inc #dark sbi #sleepy bois inc #sleepy bois incorporated #sleepy bois inc fanfiction #god au #technoblade-centric fanfiction #unnamed god au #lenn writes

[serashalala]

For the Damaged

There is horror on his brother's face, and that provokes a suitable dread for whatever this situation really is.

Wilbur tears his arm away from Phil’s shoulder, who has an equally distraught expression on his face. “Get away from him!” Wilbur screeches, running on a limping leg. “Techno! Get away from him!” Wilbur screams.

Somehow the wind picks up, and it’s getting harder to hear his brother. Technoblade, still holding Tommy, goes to run to his brother, but he’s being tugged back.

He tries to go again, going with more force, but Tommy’s grip doesn’t budge. It’s starting to hurt.

Technoblade turns to Tommy, about to tell him to let go, but he notices something frightening. “...Tommy?” He asks,

And the child grips Techno’s hand, his skin has gone pallid and the sclera of his eyes looks to be a sickly gray. He’s crying, Technoblade realizes, but horror finally dawns when he realizes how the tears on his face is black, like the mold that had been everywhere.

He’s infected.

~+~

DSBI Resident Evil Biohazard AU where Technoblade just wants his brother back.

INCLUDES:

Horror SBI, Dark SBI, Protective SBI, BAMF Technoblade, BAMF Philza, Cryptid SBI, Bedrock bros, Dark! Tommy, Kidnapping, Angst, Resident Evil AU, Major Character Death, violence, depictions of gore

#serashalala writes #dsbi #dark sbi #sbi fanfiction #dark sbi fanfiction #horror sbi #tommyinnit #technoblade #philza #wilbur soot

[edgarallanpoestan]

@voicesfortheblade work number two is POSTED!!!! sbi game night fluff lets goooo

#bee buzzes #sbi fic #sbi fanfic #sbi fanfiction #dont feel like tagging anymore so this is all were doing