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elliot-needs-sleep · 3 months

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Tommyinnit: Vigilante Extraordinaire

Chapter 3: Troublemaker

Chapter 2 <-

Fandom: DSMP (hero/vigilante au)

Fic Type: Long form

Characters: Techno, Wilbur, Phil, Tommy, Tubbo

Word Count: 1,233

Techno was tired. Which wasn't out of the ordinary. He was ALWAYS tired, but it was for a different reason this time.

Something about that vigilante was off to him. Like he was skirting around the truth of... something, but Techno couldn't figure out what.

His patrol was done. It was done before he even started chasing the blond down, but his line of work and the warrants said that Tommyinnit was arrest on sight, so he went after him.

But the kid was resourceful and knew the roofs of the city like the back of his hand. Techno, while he obviously didn't want to admit, had almost lost him twice before Tommy fell. But his answers to his questions only made Techno more tired.

He couldn't fault him for wanting to help people. He had no power and therefore couldn't qualify for a license, but he still saved the people he came across.

He needed a nap as soon as he got back to headquarters, but first, he needed to see if Wilbur had any info on this kid.

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"What do you mean, you met Tommyinnit?" Wilbur narrowed his eyes at him, and he shrugged, dropping himself onto the couch.

"Did you arrest him?" He heard Phil yell from the kitchen area, and he responded with absolute silence.

"You didn't arrest him?! Tech, he's the 5th rated vigilante in all of Europe! He's arrest on sight!" Wilbur sounded exasperated, and Techno just shrugged.

"He doesn't have a power. Otherwise, he'd have his license. He just wants to help people. Who are we to tell him he can't help?" Wilbur stares at him, blinking slowly.

"We are the law, Techno! What he's doing is illegal, no matter his reasonings behind it! What if he was lying to you?" He shook his head, arms crossed over his chest.

"He didn't have any power when I chased him for four blocks on the rooftops, or when I pinned him to a wall with a dagger, and through all of the videos Ive seen of him fighting, hes never used anything other then some random support items to help him. It's logic. If he hasnt used a power yet, he doesn't have one. He's been an active vigilante for about two years now."

Wilbur sighs, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes at Techno. Techno raises an eyebrow, and they stare at each other for about a minute before Wilbur shakes his head, sighing again.

"Fine, I'll take your lead. But if I talk to him and decide he's dangerous, I'm arresting him." Techno shrugs, finally blinking and relenting the staring competition.

"What do you know about him?" Wilbur sighed, looking from him to the paused tv in front of him.

"Not much, honestly. He never tells people his name, age, or the general area he lives in. We didn't know if he had a power or not until today. I know he fights mostly with a bostaff, but that he uses a lot of support items as well. Despite being active for about 2 years, he's managed to keep a very tight lid on who he actually is. Whenever someone asks for his name, he gives them the vigilante one or just says 'Tommy', which honestly is probably his actual name that that I think about it."

Techno chuckles slightly at that, considering it was... very much exactly like the vigilante, to use his real name as his vigilante name. He settles back into the couch as the TV is unpaused, watching whatever Wilbur had put on before he'd walked in.

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"Top 5 rated vigilante Tommyinnit was spotted in a fight with 2 dangerous criminals, we do not currently know the reasonings, but we're going to our reporter on the scene to see if they know anything more."

Techno sighs, getting up from the couch.

"Well, I guess it's about time I get on patrol again." He makes it to the door before realizing Wilbur's following him. "Uh... where do you think you're going?"

"I have to have a chat with that kid, remember? Plus, I'm the one who actually has the night shift. You just don't want to admit you bonded with someone else who's british." Techno scoffed, rolling his eyes, but it doesn't fight him on it.

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"Did you find anything out from him?" Techno asks Wilbur as he slings one of the unconscious criminals over his shoulder, Wilbur taking the other one, ready to head to the nearest police station to drop them off.

Wilbur hums absently, thinking on something before shrugging.

"Nothing you didn't already tell me. But something seems off about him. I just haven't been able to figure out what. Also, I hate him." Techno chuckles at that, an eyebrow raised at the hero walking beside him.

"Oh? Why is that?" Wilbur rolls his eyes at him, eyes flashing red in warning.

"Don't know. He's weird, and I don't trust him. Also, he's literally a criminal." Techno shrugs, and they continue their walk to the police station in silence.

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"WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?!" Tubbo shouts as Tommy walks throught the front door of their flat, and Tommy puts his hands up in defense.

"I texted you where I was! Also, that's not important. What is important is that I have a nasty sprain, and I need you to wrap it for me." Tubbo paused, staring at Tommy before shaking his head.

"Sit your ass down on the couch, but I am NOT dropping this subject, Thomas." Tubbo glared at him, and Tommy quickly hobbled over to the couch after kicking off his shoes and leaving them by the door.

Tubbo only ever called him Thomas when he was REAL mad, and the glare that he was getting seemed to confirm that as well.

Tubbo had disappeared and returned with the first aid kid, sitting cross-legged on the carpet in front of Tommy.

"I can't believe I had to learn you were in trouble from the goddamn news." Tubbo grumbled, pulling the ace bandage out from the kit and carefully wrapping it around Tommy's ankle.

"I didn’t exactly have the time to send you a message. But don't worry! The Blade saved me!" Tubbo paused as he fastened the bandage in place, staring up at Tommy.

"You met The Blade. Again." Tommy nodded before deciding it might be wise to mention Siren as well.

"I also met Siren! He's terrifying, though, and I don't like him." Tubbo blinked a few times before responding.

"You met. The 5th rated hero in all of Europe. Who has a known hatred for vigilantes. And you're STILL NOT ARRESTED?!" Tommy shrugged, leaning back against the couch.

"His power doesn't work on me, so I lied straight to his face, too. So that was fun." Tubbo was staring at him still, and Tommy could almost see the gears turning in his head.

"You... How? What? HOW?! Actually, we'll figure that out later. You're giving me a headache, and it's two in the morning. Just shut the fuck up and go to bed."

Tommy shrugged, watching Tubbo get off the floor and walk over to his room, muttering under his breath the whole way, before slowly getting up and hobbling over to his own room.

Tubbo was right, he should probably go to bed before unpacking whatever the fuck happened tonight.

#elliotiswriting #dsmp #dream smp #dsmp tommy #dsmp tubbo #dsmp techno #dsmp wilbur #dsmp philza #dream smp tommy #dream smp tubbo #dream smp Wilbur #dream smp techno #dream smp philza #tommy is a vigilante #vigilante #hero au #vigilante au

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ccerealbowl · 2 years

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A quick break from on patrol…

#we all knew it was a matter of time #EVERYONE SAY IT: vigilante au #vigilante au #vigilante #Tommy #tommyinnit fanart #tommyinnit au #tommy mcyt #tommyinnit #Tom simons #vigilante Tommy #digital art #dsmp #mcyt #dream smp #dsmp fanart #dream smp fanart #clingy duo

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supine-ly · 1 year

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Finally, I can post raccooninnit on here

#c!wilbur #wilbur mcyt #tommyinnit #wilbur fanart #tommyinnt fanart #c!tommy #dsmp #dsmp tommy #dsmp wilbur #hero au #au #doodle #vigilante

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beelittle · 3 months

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I finally caved and made fanart for all those vigilante!tommy fics

#fanart #dsmp fanart #c!tommy #tommyinnit #vigilante tommyinnit #oh there’s actually a tag for that lmao #wings are so hard to draw bro

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sapphire-blossoms · 1 year

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au where top hero!phil assigns his hero friend techno on a mission to spy on vigilante!tommy. techno accepts the mission and soon learns that tommy is just a good kid with even better intentions. eventually, he comes out of hiding and approaches the boy in his civilian form and starts a connection with him, feeling guilty whenever he has to report everything he’s learned to phil.

(plot twist is that phil gets attached to the idea of who tommy is based on techno’s descriptions of him too)

cut to villain!wilbur finding out about emduo’s attachment to tommy and kidnapping him. crimebois ensues, and while neither comes to a consensus on what is the right thing to do for the world as villain and vigilante respectively, they still become friendly with each other.

he’s let go soon after, and now he just has connections to both the top hero(es) and villain.

#tommyinnit #wilbur soot #technoblade #philza #sbi #sleepy bois au #family dynamics #fanfic #superhero au #alternate universe #mcyt #mcyt fic #vigilante!tommyinnit #hero!technoblade #hero!philza #villain!wilbur soot #tommy just becomes unkillable because he has the protection of the heroes and villains #haha imagine when he has to choose sides when wilbur and emduo fight #angst galore noice

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zeichannnnn · 4 months

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Hey guys ehm wanna see my self-indulgent OC self-insert that I made for my own vigilante AU that I have YET to do anything about—

Anyways, this is actually the most recent drawn one (I made this back in 2022 💀) originally made for this specific vigilante Tommy fic on AO3 that I lost cause it’s been a while and I forgor so I repurposed it for my own vigilante AU that I’ve been working on since before PB:SOAW but never wrote anything about, here’s the old version of you’re curious

And here’s also a little doodle I made of the first concept (cliché and very popular version, I know)

#dream smp #dsmp #dsmp tommy #dsmp tubbo #dsmp ranboo #dsmp purpled #dsmp quackity #dsmp sam #vigilante #vigilante au #oc art #digital art #dsmp oc #zei’s oc

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dsmpsupersecretau · 2 years

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fuck you *sonics your benchtrio*

ranboo's a weasel, Tubbos a goat, Tommys a bird i dont know whaty type but its a bird

#dsmp super secret au #extras #au artwork #ranboo #tubbolive #dream smp #tommyinnit #vigilante tommy #digital art #fanart #sonic the hedgehog

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rat-rosemary · 9 months

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I was going to scream about how I can't read fics with antagonistic Dream anymore because his character is just so badly written and once but then I started thinking about an au where Dream is an actual interesting character and I've come up with two Tommy-centric hero aus

Vigilante Tommy gets in a fight with hero Dream while on a patrol, asks about Dream's ring in an attempt to distract him. Dream, who loves his fiances so much and will absolutely take any chance to talk about them is stoked to stop the fight to show off his minecraft themed engagement ring and tell Tommy (and Tubbo, who demands to be put on speaker so he can ask Dream about where he got the ring) all about his soon to be husbands (The bench trio ends up getting invited to Dream's wedding, Tommy very proudly being the flower boy) (Featuring: Queer platonic bench trio and Tommy being a menace on the internet)

And a second, much angstier au

Standard vigilante Tommy villain sbi found family, heroes Sapnap and George being the main antagonists. They target the syndicate and anyone related to them in any way, fighting them in a harsh and brutal way that makes it clear they're "shooting" to kill. The two of them used to be in a trio with the hero DayDream, being know as a trio that was actually pretty good at descalation and taking down villains without too much damage to the villain or the space they're fighting in. That is, until DayDream suddenly stopped appearing publicly almost a month ago, George's and Sapnap's behavior changing completely since then. The reason why is a mystery to Tommy until later, when he meets Dream and discovers that the reason George and Sapnap are like this now is because Dream got badly injured when he intercepted a test biologic bomb Villain!Wilbur had thrown at a group of civilians on an attack almost a month ago, and he has been getting sicker and sicker since then, with their only hope of restoring his health being figuring out what the fuck was on that bomb. But even still, he might never recover.

#the dog barks #dream smp #dreamwastaken #tommyinnit #dsmp au #yeaaaaahhhh #ive been brainstorming these bitches #from the first au #dream is getting married to George and Sapnap #so #dnn #skeppy was the one who made the rings #tommy posts a shot of a bunch of heroes in a room with the words 'they dont know they're not invited to Dream's wedding because of #transphobic and anti-mutant comments and I am'#tommy is *very* smug about being invited to the wedding #even more about being the flower boy #hes also the one who makes the wedding dresses! (he begged to be the one to make them)#dream is the one who helps bemch trio figure out they want to be queerplatonic partners #oh! and bench trios vigilante code names to each other are King for Tubbo. Poet for Ranboo and Soldier for Tommy #tubbo #ranboo #bench trio #Sapnap #georgenotfound #dsmpshipping #second au!!!#I HIT 3O TAGS!!! NOOOOOO #ill ramble more in the replies or ill reblog with more tags #THEY CANNOT SILENCE MEEEEEEE #twin aus

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issybettyx · 1 year

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TECHNOBLADE MAFIA BOSS AU

Did i say this was coming yesterday? Yes. Do i care? Not really, deal with it >:)

Tldr; Techno’s a feared mafia boss that even the government and police actively decide not to try intervene with, associates of his group (The Syndicate) being The Antarctic Empire (led by Philza), and L’Manberg (led by Wilbur Soot). No one interferes with any of them because of their relations to The Syndicate.

Everyone except a powered vigilante dubbed ‘Theseus’, better known as Tommy Innit, who people decide is either stupid or stronger than he looks. Little do they know, it’s a little bit of both.

Family ensues

Tw: cult (they call it a gang because they don’t know any better), mafia, weapons, manipulation, murder mention

Long one today boys, enjoy :D (i spent like three hours writing this it was so fun)

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The first time Techno had heard the name ‘The Blood God’, he’d laughed so hard it was heard three levels below. It was spoken in such a shaky voice, sobs overtaking their body as they begged for forgiveness.

“Please, I have family, I never wanted to hurt any of your people, I promise.” They plead, and something about the way their hands shook and their head stayed bowed down told him they were scared. But he stayed deadly silent, keeping his eyes trained on them as they shook even more. “I’m sorry Blood God, I beg, I just-“

“What did you just call me?” He asked quickly, voice a little too quiet with shock, and they finally looked up, meeting his red eyes gaze for less than a second before looking away, taking a few steadying breaths.

“The Blood God, sir, that’s what they call you.”

Techno showed no emotion on his face for a solid five seconds, before he burst into laughter, wiping away the tears in his eyes as the victim stared up with wide eyes, not entirely sure what to do with themselves.

After a good two minutes of laughing, Techno managed out an order to kill them, and sent them off as he snickered.

Wilbur had understood him, sitting at their next meeting as he howled beside him. Phil didn’t quite understand the sentiment, finding it a little horrifying that the man had earned such a title, but laughed quietly along anyways. It’s not like he could say much, knowing he was nicknamed the ‘Angel of Death’, not that the other two would ever find out anyways.

The next time he’d heard the nickname, it was with more bitter context. He was on his way to do his shopping for the week, humming a tune as he flicked a penny in between his fingers. It so happened that when he walked past two teenagers on the side of the road, they were talking about him, not even noticing his presence as they snickered to themselves.

“I could take The Blood God, the police are such pussies, he’d be so easy.” The other nodded in agreement.

And maybe the first kid had collapsed as he rounded the corner, pretending not to hear pained screams from his friends as they called for help, humming a tune with a smile.

And from then on, most people didn’t know him as ‘Technoblade’, but rather ‘The Blood God’, and he found he wasn’t completely against it.

The Syndicate operated as always, but simply addressed him differently.

“Blood God, would you like us to add a Starbucks to floor 3?” He’d thought the idea was fantastic, coffee was extremely important for a working man.

“Blood God, what are your thoughts on hiring younger recruits?” No younger than 16, kids deserved to live happy lives before going into the world of crime.

“Blood God, why does Wilbur’s face look so funny?” It always had, most people were simply too afraid to admit it.

“Blood God, there’s this vigilante in the city, should we add him to the radar?” No it’s probably fine, vigilantes were as much as a threat to him as ants.

“Blood God, the same vigilante from a few weeks ago just took down Las Nevadas by himself, are you sure he’s not a threat?” Las Nevadas wasn’t built to survive, but to look pretty, anyone could take them down if they had the willpower to.

“Blood God, Philza’s defences were taken down last night by that vigilante.” Techno paused, staring at his employee - and maybe, possibly friend - Ranboo with his eyebrow raised.

“That same one you first told me about two months ago?” He asked cautiously, watching for any sign of amusement in the person’s heterochromatic eyes, but there was none.

“Yes Blood God.”

“Just call me Techno, that name is getting old.” Techno sighed out, pinching the bridge of his nose as Ranboo sighed. “What’s his name?”

“Theseus.”

He paused again, thinking it over.

Theseus was a Greek Legend. The story of Theseus was mainly about how he’d defeated the Minotaur. For years, the Minotaur had demanded seven kids and seven women every year, and no one was able to get through the maze and slay this beast.

That was until Theseus came along, and with the help of Ariadne (who gave him a ball of thread so he could find his way back out of the maze) was able to slay the Minotaur, and he became an Athenian hero.

However, Theseus was exiled, and found himself at an island named ‘Skyros’, where a man named Lycomedes threw him off the cliff, and he fell to his death.

The story of Theseus is tragic, and yet he showed strength when no one else could, he defeated the un-defeatable and saved Athens.

Everything about this vigilante, how he took down Las Nevadas single handedly, how he destroyed Philza’s defences (of which are some of the best in the country, despite his own), how his name perfectly correlated with the story of taking down something so massively feared by many.

Maybe it scared Techno a little.

And Techno was never scared.

“What’s his ability?” He asked, spinning in his chair as he chewed his nails, Ranboo looking unsure as they looked at the tablet in his hands.

“No one really knows, people only have theories.” Ranboo tried, but Techno’s silence was enough for him to continue. “Some people believe he can manipulate opinions, they say he can make them think he’s trust worthy and lure them into his trap.” Techno had never heard of anything like that before, but only furrowed his brows. “Some people think he can speak to people in their heads, convince them to turn themselves into the police.”

“So it’s some kind of controlling ability?” Techno asked cautiously, and Ranboo nodded, because what else could it possibly be? “Do we know why he broke down Philza’s defences?”

At this, Ranboo smiled, typing into their tablet before hopping to stand next to the boss, pressing play on the video and turning it to him.

There stood a kid, his face covered by a red mask shaped to cover his mouth, his hair covering the upper half of his face; blue eyes could be seen through the golden blonde, shimmering with a horrible amount of determination. His suit was red, that much was clear by the pant legs and red boots, but he wore a red hoodie over the top of the suit.

To the outside eye, he seemed harmless, almost as if he was asking someone to shoot him in the chest. However, the kid having been powerful to destroy a nation, Technoblade knew better.

He’d been underestimated once, and he wasn’t keen on following in the footsteps of those who doubted him in the first place.

“Why are you doing all of this, Theseus?” A reporter asked, holding out the mic to the vigilante who coughed almost as if to catch everyone’s attention.

“This country has been under The Syndicate’s control for too long, the FBI have given up taken them down, so I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands.” He explained, a grin clearly planted on his face despite the mask covering his mouth.

“What makes you think you can take them down when others couldn’t?” She asked, and Theseus scoffed, rolling his eyes under his mess of hair.

“Because, Linda-“

“My name isn’t-“

“I have something they don’t.” The vigilante stared directly into the camera, making eye contact with Techno. A part of him knew it was directed at him, another part wished it wasn’t. “I have something to prove.”

Techno held down his grimace.

It was all too familiar.

The video ended, and Ranboo pulled his tablet to his chest, a steady smile on their face as they studied Techno’s expression, of which the latter kept perfectly apathetic.

“Wishing he was on your radar when I first suggested it?” Ranboo teased, Techno finally groaning as he rolled his eyes, turning in his chair to look at the picture frame behind him. Some said it was stupid to find comfort in something so insignificant, some being his parents and the people from his gang when he was only eleven.

The picture was of him, Phil and Wilbur. Techno was hunched over, a controller in hand with his tongue stuck out. Wilbur’s face looked a lot more upset, brows furrowed as he glared at the screen Techno knew was there despite it not being in frame. Phil’s face was closest to the camera, a wide grin on his face as he took a selfie of them all.

So yeah, maybe he did keep a picture of his family in his office as a constant reminder to do what was best, who was anyone to judge?

“If Theseus has gone after Philza, he’s bound to go for L’Manberg next, correct?”

“Unless he’s stupid enough to approach The Syndicate, yes, however we aren’t sure when he’s planning to do so.” Ranboo returned, moving his tablet into only their right hand and holding it beside his leg. “The dude has no documents of anything, it’s almost as if he’s acting impulsively.” Techno frowned, mainly from the unsureness that came with impulsivity. Either it was someone’s downfall, or their greatest strength. For Techno, it had been both.

“Is he working alone?” Techno asked, leaning back and looking at the roof, hoping it would hold the answer to all his problems.

“Most people believe so, but we’ve got camera footage of some kind of earpiece being attached to his right ear.” He’s right-handed, he’s not working alone, he’s impulsive, no one knows his ability, he’s powerful. Yeah this wasn’t sounding great. “Would you like me to schedule a meeting with Philza and Wilbur?”

Techno could only manage a nod, pressing two fingers to his temples in an attempt to loosen in the incoming headache. Work wasn’t meant to be this difficult.

“Meeting is at 11pm tonight at The Syndicate’s main meeting room, they’ve both been notified.” Ranboo informed, and Techno managed a smile.

“Thanks Ran, can you send in the next deviant?” He asked, receiving a hum in return. But when Techno eventually opened his eyes, the other was still stood there, an unsure look on their face.

“Don’t stress too much over this, if worse comes to worse you need to be calm to do your best, alright?” Ranboo said eventually, and Techno couldn’t help the warm smile on his face, eyes softening at the person in front of him.

“I’ll try my best.” And with a nod and a reassuring smile, Ranboo left the room.

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“So, let me get this straight.” Wilbur started, hands clasped in front of him. “A vigilante who first appeared three months ago, who took down Las Nevadas a month ago, has only just been noticed?” Wilbur asked, and Techno groaned.

“Yes, Wil! What’s so hard to understand?”

“Why wasn’t this kid on your radar before he took down Phil’s guards and his fucking lazars!” Wilbur yelled, and Phil winced slightly. “How did he even manage to take down those lazars?! Aren’t they deeply encrypted with code to make sure they can’t be turned off by outside sources?”

“That’s why I’m so concerned, Wil.” Phil managed out, somehow managing to have a smile on his face despite the terrible situation they’ve found themselves in. “He wasn’t on Techno’s radar because no one has ever been this big of a threat before, we didn’t expect a vigilante of all people to be able to do such things.”

“What’s this kid’s power anyway?” Wilbur spat, and Phil and Techno shared a knowing glance. “Oh my god, you don’t know.”

“Well, we know he can make people do certain things, like mind control but also… not.” Techno drifted off, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Apparently some of my people even saw him drive a car that didn’t have a wheel.” Phil explained, and that only puzzles them more. “So unless the car somehow had a form of autopilot, I think we have some strange ass power on our hands.”

“Not stranger than Wilbur’s.” Techno scoffed, and the man immediately started to defend himself, Phil hiding his laughs behind his hand.

Techno had never had a true family.

His parents never paid enough attention to him, they taught him to be emotionless and silent whenever guests were around, they taught him that learning a musical instrument was a waste of time and his time would be better spent studying. And then, aged 11 he joined a gang who named themselves ‘The Blades’.

That’s where he had gotten his name, ‘Technoblade’.

The names of his associates were long gone with the hazy memories, but he did remember one person teaching him how to accurately hold a gun, another teaching him not to shake whilst doing so.

One person had spent days going over Greek Mythology with him, making sure he knew every fact and every retelling.

Another had taught him that family should be left behind, family meant weakness and weakness meant death.

Aged 15, Techno realised that maybe they were wrong. Maybe he was capable of more than what The Blades had to offer. And that’s how The Syndicate was born.

When Techno was 17, he met Phil through official business, and the man had been shocked at how young he was. Phil was the first person to show that he cared, and it was because he was concerned that Techno was throwing himself into the business too soon. When he’d found out just how young Techno was thrown into it, the man had cried.

The Great Philza, a man who’d seen empires fall and strong men weep.

Philza had cried in front of him, purely because of Techno’s life.

And then, it was on Techno’s 19th birthday that he’d met Wilbur. It was at the latter’s 19th birthday party, at the dawn of L’Manberg when the group itself was only small. Wilbur had been shocked at first that they were born on the same day, but by the end of the night had his arm slung over Techno’s arm as he called them twins (Techno didn’t stop him, sipping Pepsi max through a straw. His indifference definitely wasn’t because of the warmth forming in his chest at the idea of having a brother.)

And that was how the Sleepy Boys Incorporated began.

Except it was a little more illegal than an incorporation, but who was going to tell them to change the name?

Plus, it’s not like the public knew their alliance was called that, more-so they knew it as the ‘SBI’, admittedly a lot more terrifying than what it stood for.

The SBI were rumoured to be family, some even said by blood. Techno wished that was true, that Phil was truly his Dad and that Wilbur wasn’t just his twin by coincidence. However, that didn’t take away from how he truly saw them.

Blood or not, they were his family. And Phil had taught him a valuable lesson once, and that was that family always stick together, and they protect each-other no matter the cost.

No matter how large Theseus’ determination was to take The Syndicate, and the SBI, down, Techno knew his will to keep his family safe was stronger.

No Theseus was going to kill him, no matter how much effort it took.

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As it turned out, Theseus was stupid.

“Unless he’s stupid enough”, Ranboo had said, “He won’t come for The Syndicate” they said.

Techno was enjoying a moment of silence with his caramel macchiato when he got a notification from the entrance security cameras, and immediately checked them. The sight that met him was Theseus, eyes creased as if he was smiling, giving the guards a short wave.

“Go away kid, vigilantes aren’t welcome unless affiliated with The Blood God himself.” One of them, Hannah was her name, told him, her eyes sharp with something fierce that usually put people off. But Theseus just hummed, looking around them for a moment before moving his hands behind his back. If it wasn’t for the camera angle, Techno would’ve missed it.

The kid’s hands moved in such an elegant, calculated way, and as he did so that fierce look in Hannah’s eyes changed to something warm and almost endeared. “I think that The Blood God has made an exception for me, didn’t he tell you to let me in?”

The other guard must’ve noticed something was off, glaring at Theseus as he spoke. “What did you do to her?” Puffy spat, hands curling tighter around her sword as she held it up to Theseus’ neck. Surprisingly, Theseus simply smiled again, using his other hand and copying the same elegant movements as before.

“The Blood God ordered you to spar, and ordered that I meet with him, he told you this.”

And it was like a switch was flipped.

They both simultaneously smiled, moving to the side and motioning to the doorway. “Well,” Hannah started, chuckling to herself, “Who are we to disobey the boss’ orders?”

“Well, who knew the Technoblade hired such sweethearts.”

Hannah continued to smile, but Puffy’s smile turned back into that sharp powerful thing it usually was, bringing her sword down onto Theseus’ back without giving him a moment to block, yelping as he fell to the ground.

Kid. Fully dependant on ability. Overestimates his ability. Underestimates members of The Syndicate. Didn’t go for L’Manberg. Didn’t invade The Antarctic Empire after taking down their defences. Had head guard Puffy in a headlock-

Wait what?

“Ranboo.” Techno called, the person immediately appearing in front of him with a hum. “Teleport me to the front gates.”

Without a second question, Ranboo sent a puff of particles to Techno’s chest, and after a moment of pure terror, Techno appeared in front of Theseus, his own sword flicking beside him.

“Nice to meet you too.” Techno welcomed, the kid’s head shooting up immediately, a grin gracing his face as he held Puffy tight. Hannah still seemed to be in a trance.

“Ah, Technoblade.” No one calls him Technoblade but his family and his mortal enemies, but Theseus definitely wasn’t family. “Was expecting you to show up some time soon.”

“Please let my guard out of your grasp before I make you.” Techno commanded, and despite his kind words the tone it was spoken with was nothing but deadly.

It seemed Theseus heard the threat, releasing his arms and holding them by his head, keeping that same wicked grin on his face as Puffy huffed out as she hit the floor.

“Take Hannah out of that trance.”

Theseus clicked his fingers, and Hannah blinked, looking back with confusion. “What the-“

“Take me inside your institution, Blood God.” Theseus demanded, and Techno could only frown, raising an eyebrow at the other. “Let me see what I’m up against.”

“I mean, I was planning to invite you inside for a friendly cup of Starbucks coffee, but it’s quite rude to demand entrance in a place where you’re not welcome.” Techno spat back, and Theseus continued to smile.

“And what made me, of all people, exiled from The Syndicate?” Theseus asked, his amused tone only making that fire inside Techno grow. Oh how he wanted to slit this vigilante’s throat, but he wasn’t taught patience for nothing. But his patience was running incredibly thin.

“You messed with my family.” Finally, finally, Theseus faltered, and Techno took this moment of weakness to let the kid’s blood thrum under his own veins, tugging it towards him. “And people who mess with my family, mess with me, but you knew that didn’t you?”

“I knew Philza was part of the SBI alliance,” Theseus admitted, a dark glint to his eye that was much different to the amusement it once held. “But your family? If I knew he was family I would never had messed with him.”

Techno scoffed. “Please, I don’t believe that for a second.” He scowled as he rolled his eyes. “Ranboo.”

“Yes Techno?” Theseus’ eyes went wide as he looked at Ranboo.

“Take us to my office, please.” He asked with a small smile towards the man, and they were off in a puff of particles.

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Being in an office alone with Theseus was unbearable. He’d taken the first chance to handcuff the kid to the chair across from his desk, but he didn’t stop talking.

“So one day, like, I woke up with this epiphany that I could be so poggers and just be epic.” He chattered on, and Techno was hardly listening as he messaged several help calls to the SBI group chat - they were mafia bosses, not weirdos, they have a group chat - who laughed but promised they were on their way.

“So is Wilbur Soot, like, your brother or something?” Theseus asked, spinning mindlessly as Techno hummed.

“Twin.”

“That’s poggers.”

“What does that even mean?”

Theseus said a lot of strange things in the time it took for Phil and Wilbur to arrive.

Something something kill something something control something something boring something something The Blades-

“The Blades?” Techno asked, his curiosity showing before he could mask it, and Theseus paused, giving him a strange look before slowly nodding.

“They found me when I was 9, taught me everything I know, and most specifically that you’re a massive dick!” Tommy expressed, and Techno simply stared, pinching his noses and rubbing his eyes.

Well that explained a lot.

“What did they tell you, Theseus?” Techno pressed, hearing a knock on the door that neither of them paid attention to.

“That you’re a traitor, that you abandoned them for your own selfishness- hell, you went against every rule they teach you in there!”

The knock came again. No one commented.

“I did what was best for me! What they teach is all a calculated lie, and you know it.”

“Techno?” Wilbur’s voice called from outside. No one opened the door for him.

“The Blades teach you how to control your abilities, you took their teachings and created a brutal empire with zero credit.”

“Credit? They want credit? They did nothing good for me, and I’m sure they never did anything good for you-“

“They saved me.”

“No, they saw a powerful ability and wanted it for themselves, you’re just a kid.”

The door was slammed open, and Philza stood on the other side, his dark black wings having been retracted likely for intimidation purposes. The man’s eyebrow was raised, blue eyes shimmering dangerous as they flickered between the two sat at the desk.

“I sure hope you’re insured on this building, Technoblade.” Philza scoffed, smiling before relaxing at the sight of the handcuffs, tugging Wilbur in by his upper arm. “Who’s this fantastic guest we have here?” He asked, but a type of anger coated his words that made Theseus sink in a little on himself, before immediately righting himself, likely smiling with pride.

“Theseus, pleased to meet your acquaintance Philza.” Theseus introduced, going to offer his hand before frowning, tugging at the cuffs before groaning. Philza smiled at this, Wilbur huffed at the kid’s annoyance. Techno saw through the facade.

“Phil, do you have any way to restrain his fingers, I have no doubt he can break out of these things if he tried.” There was a warning written between his words, as he stared at Theseus sat in front of him. A warning that said ‘if you even try I will make sure you don’t get out of this room alive’, and the kid seemed to understand, his smile dropping from his face.

“Uh, yeah, give me a sec.” Phil replied, shoving his hands deep in his pockets before pulling out two very strange metal contraptions, walking over and taking the boy’s hands carefully in his own.

“Who knew the Angel of Death was such a sweetheart?” Theseus scoffed, watching closely as the metal slotted onto his fingers. Wilbur’s face was full of confusion, Techno managed a smile, and Phil shot the kid the dirtiest look known to man.

The Angel of Death? Is that what they call Phil? That’s so much cooler than the Blood God.

No matter how much Theseus preached The Blades had saved him, they both knew better. Techno knew the look of longing in the kid’s eyes too well, as Phil’s warm hands held his own with unseen care. Techno had been there once, in a similar situation, and it made him question the authority in his life and how they’d never been so kind. It made him want a father, and he knew Theseus felt the same.

“There, he shouldn’t be able to move-“

“Do you have terrible parents or dead ones?” Techno asked before he could stop himself, Wilbur’s face going absolutely distraught as Phil’s went shocked. Surprisingly, Theseus gave him a small smile behind his mask.

“Died when I was nine, The Blades found me before the police arrived at the scene.” He returned, almost challenging.

“The Blades?” Phil asked quietly to himself, waiting for the shock on Techno’s face that never came.

“Right. And how long ago was that?”

The kid paused, a thoughtful glint in his eye as he stared Techno down, the man in turn returning it full force.

“Seven years ago.”

He leaned back in his chair, leaning his legs on the desk and crossing one leg over the other.

“And they prepared you to come after me? Didn’t they?” Techno asked, and Theseus for once stayed absolutely silent. “They saw your ability and knew you were their best chance at taking The Syndicate down, a small vulnerable boy with a manipulative ability.”

“They took me in because I needed help, I needed saving, this is just me repaying the debt-“

“Keep telling yourself that kiddo.”

The room was in silence for a moment, and it was Wilbur who eventually broke it.

“You think they raised him for the soul purpose of killing you?” Wilbur asked slowly, silence being enough confirmation. “What kind of sadists would do that?”

When Techno looked at Theseus, he saw exactly what he’d felt eight years ago. Worry, realisation, and yet resignation to the truth. Acceptance of the difficult, in simpler words.

“You can stay here, if you’d like.” Techno offered, and everyone in the room turned to him in shock, even Ranboo who stood with a tray of four Starbucks drinks in hand, jaw slightly ajar. Understandably, Theseus was wary.

“There’s a but.”

“But,” Techno continued, smiling when the kid sighed. “You have to tell me your name and tell me your ability.”

His quiet consideration was shocking enough.

His answer was even more so.

“My name is Tommy, and I know this will sound so dumb but I can rewire anything.”

“Like TV’s?” Phil asked, cocking his head as Tommy smiled, nodding.

“Oh! And, like, can you rewire lightbulbs to make them brighter?”

“Bit dumb but yes.”

“And brains.” Techno finished, looking at Tommy closely as he froze, looking back at Techno with a careful eye. “That’s how you control people, you rewire their brains with that weird finger motion.”

“The Blades taught you well, quite perceptive you are.” Tommy teased, and Techno would he lying if he said he didn’t feel a little pride from the statement.

After all, you can leave The Blades.

But The Blades never leave you.

“Welcome to The Syndicate, Tommy.” Techno said with a smile, walking over and tugging his mask down, a young but scarred face staring back at him with a hopeful smile.

Tommy was too young, taken too young, melded because of his own selfishness.

The least he could do was take him in and love him like a brother, because he knew Wilbur would grow a liking to him in the first few days, and Phil’s fatherly tendencies would forgive him even sooner.

“It’s a pleasure to be here, Blood God.”

“Call me Techno.”

Tommy’s smile was bright, and Techno was shocked to find his brighter.

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Sbi sbi sbi sbi

Fun facts about this au:

- Techno has a pig mask to cover his face, but instead of it being pink it’s black and has glitter because he’s fancy like that

- Tommy knew The Blades influence was bad, but never had anyone better to look up to - hence, Technoblade, which was why he accepted the help

- Phil had wanted to adopt Wilbur and Techno, but they were both too old by the time he’d even suggested it. He adopts Tommy before his 18th.

- The Blades get pissy that Tommy gave in so easily and literally fall out with each-other; Techno’s kindness was the fall of the organisation that had shaped him (and also traumatised him). In English teacher terms, this shows how they no longer have any power over him at all, going against their ideals and taking them down in the process

- Wilbur finds Tommy rewiring his own guard’s minds and tells him off, only to find he was sneaking in to hear him play his guitar because Techno said he could play

- Since Twinsduo’s first meeting, they used to go places and just preach how they were twins - more so Wilbur did and Techno went along with it. They did this so often that sometimes Techno forgot they weren’t actually related.

Hope you all enjoyed :D

#dream smp #mcytblr #technoblade #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #philza #sbi #sleepy bois inc #bedrock bros #dream smp au #bedrock bros au #sbi au #sleepy boys inc au #technoblade mafia boss #mafia au #funny boys #vigilante tommy

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rosaacicularis · 2 years

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cringe is dead be free, vigilante au where bench trio are the sidekicks to scar mumbo and grian <3

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elliot-needs-sleep · 6 months

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Tommyinnit: Vigilante extraordinaire

Chapter 1: First Meetings

Chapter 2 ->

Fandom: DSMP (but also technically not, it's a vigilante au)

Fic type: Long Form

Characters: Tommy, Technoblade

Word count: 1,037

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Tommy was NOT scared. Well, maybe he was a bit scared, not that he'd ever tell anybody that.

However, being hunted down by one of the top heroes in Europe was a tad bit terrifying, even if he knew for a fact he was going to get away.

Or, at least he hoped he was going to get away. A jail cell was not exactly where he wanted to spend his night.

He jumped to another roof, rolling and popping back up to continue running, pushing himself as fast as he could.

He didn't know that much of the hero following him, other then his hero name was 'The Blade'. He knew that his power was similar to a villain he'd once heard of, but he didn't know the specifics. He only knew that anybody who got cut by his sword ended up paralyzed for a bit. And that was NOT a fate that was gonna befall THE Tommyinnit, vigilante extraordinaire.

Or again, at least that's what he hoped.

He caught a glimpse of pink and black as he turned his head, and definitely did NOT shriek when he realized that the hero was still on his tail.

He readjusted his mask, looking desperately for another route. At this rate, if he couldn't find another way out, he WOULD be caught. And nobody wants that.

He spots a taller building not far from where he's currently running, and changes course to make the jump for it. He launches himself off the edge, hands reaching for the railing he was trying to grab. He cheers as his hands grip onto it, and doesn't notice that the railing is rolling, the loose piece of metal tilting. Tommy's grip slips.

And next thing Tommy knew, he was falling through the air, hurtling towards the ground that was previously so far away from him. So this was the end of Tommyinnit, charming and manly vigilante extraordinaire?

"Gotcha, kid." Next thing he knew, he got caught before he could hit the ground.

"Wha?" He peered up at the person who caught him, and immediately tried to struggle out of the man's grip. Out of The Blade's grip.

"Calm down, calm down, Im not taking you in. Thats too much work." The Blade chuckled, and let's Tommy down, who immediately rushes as far away from him as he can. So, to the other side of the alley, grabbing the collapsible staff that Tubbo had designed for him from his pants pocket, having lost his sweater on the run. He needed a new one anyways, but it was still a pain.

"Then... then why did you catch me?" Tommy was a little bit shaken from the fall, hands holding the staff he had in front of him for protection. He tried to pretend that his hands weren't shaking.

"Because you were gonna die or end up hurt. And that's just not fun." The Blade shrugs, leaning up against the wall of the building behind him, and Tommy just stares at him.

"Aren't you a hero? Aren't you.. ya know... supposed to arrest me?" Tommy narrows his eyes suspiciously at the man in front of him, who just shrugs again.

"Eh. Technically, yeah. But also, whats the point? You're harmless, anyways." Tommy sqwaks in indignation.

"I am not harmless! I am Tommyinnit, vigilante extraordinaire and certified crime stopper!" The Blade snorts, arms crossed over his chest as he raises an eyebrow at the teenager in front of him.

"Mhm, except for the part that you're not certified. Thats why you're a vigilante." Tommy glares at him, and wonders if he could land a hit on the man with his staff before The Blade could react.

Probably not.

"Well then am I free to go?" The Blade tilts his head to the side, seemingly pondering for a second.

"First you're gonna answer some questions. Then sure, you're free to do whatever you feel like." Tommy's eyes narrow further, studying the man in front of him. He wore a mask that only covered up to the brdige of his nose, pink hair pulled back out of his face in a ponytail, bangs almost covering his eyes. He wore all black, and his sword remained in its sheath on his hip. He sighed before collapsing the staff and putting it back into his pocket, arms crossed over his chest.

"Fine." The Blade chuckles a bit before starting his questioning.

"What's your name?" The Blade asks, and Tommy pauses, considering his options. He could give him his real name or...

"Tommyinnit." Vigilante name it is then. The Blade doesn't seem to question it, meaning that he probably expected Tommy to give him his vigilante name and not his real one.

"Why does a vigilante wear sweats and a Philza t-shirt?" Tommy scoffed, trying to ignore the flush of embarresment thats creeping up his neck.

"Well I DID have my hoodie, but unfortunately I had to ditch it when you pinned me to a wall with a knife!" He huffed, glaring at the hero who snorts at him again.

"It was a dagger, and that hoodie was garbage anyways." Tommy pauses, staring at him with a bunch of complex emotions.

"My friend made it for me! Or well, he bought it and then customized it for me!" The Blade shrugs, before asking another question.

"What's your power?" Tommy froze for a second, scared to answer. Not many people were that accepting to those who didn't have a power, especially some heroes. Tommy had his own experiences with those types of heroes, but he didn't think that The Blade was one of them.

"Don't have one." He shrugged, playing off his hesitation like he was just considering his options, and The Blade hummed, tilting his head.

"That's why you're a vigilante, then?" Tommy nods, and The Blade hums again in response.

"Well, you're free then. See you around, kid." The Blade salutes with two fingers, and in the blink of an eye, he's gone.

Tommy stares at the spot where the hero once stood, before sighing and starting the walk back to his apartment.

He had a LOT of research to do. And he needed to talk to Tubbo about this.

#elliotiswriting #dsmp au #dsmp tommy #dsmp techno #tommy is a vigilante #technos a hero #cross posted on ao3 #im just vibing #dream smp au #dream smp tommy #dream smp techno

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