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doyouknowbtsswag · 3 years

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Discs|Tommyinnit|

(Takes place as actual Minecraft)

Tommy adored listening to Music since he was younger because of his older brother, Wilbur. Tommy's childhood was something special to him. He had a loving family which consisted of a father and two older twins. His father better known as Philza Minecraft was the perfect father, he was protective of his children and made sure they weren't hurt. His older twins were almost like different people. Technoblade always had his guard up and never really shown his emotional side except when he needed to, which never really happened. Techno also loved Greek Mythology and could quote almost every story by heart. Wilbur was more into making songs and singing he never really enjoyed violence, so he would play on his guitar while Techno trained.

Aside from his family life he had two best friends which were just as important. Tubbo was his right-hand man and was the first person to talk to him. His other best friend, Y/n was the person who he could always lean on and wasn't afraid to show his raw emotions. Sure he wanted to show his tuff side but the day you saw him cry was the time Tommy realized he could rely on you the most. Don't get me wrong he could rely on Tubbo as well but he made sure to put on a tough act for the boy because of his family life.

Tubbo's family was not the best, his father would always yell and neglect him, let's not leave out the fact that he's a drunk. His father always likes that but after his mom died his dad was heartbroken and it affected him he didn't pay attention to how his son felt. Being 6 years old and his mother passing away Tubbo didn't have the best childhood. So Tommy made sure Tubbo could lean on him.

Tommy was certainly the ring leader of the gang. He always suggested pranks and decided on games to play. Tommy wasn't happy he was younger than Tubbo but was happy he was older than Y/n. He always felt the need to protect you with every strength he could muster. His favorite game showed that. They played a game many kids played, the Knight, Princess, and the villain. Of course, Tommy was the knight and you were the princess tubbo would be the villain but sometimes Wilbur would play with them. Wilbur being 11 towered over them and was much stronger than the little kids which would make it 10 times more fun.

On his 7th birthday, he had a small party nothing too big, just his family, you and Tubbo. Tubbo couldn't get him much so he made Tommy a bandana. Even though Tubbo felt bad he couldn't give Tommy anything grand Tommy appreciated the bandana and put it around his neck showing Tubbo he liked it. Wilbur, Techno, and Phil gave him a copy of the family photo. It was rare to be able to take a photo so getting a copy of one made it just as great of a gift. Then the final gift was from you. You knew he loved music so you tried to get at least one rare Disc, but you managed to get two.

He stared at the Discs in amazement quickly running to the old jukebox his father owned. He put in the disc Cat. He smiled at the sound of the music, let's just say it was his favorite birthday gift he ever got. He hugged you which made you blush but you hugged back smiling. The others were awed at the sight. Wilbur managed to take a quick picture and made a mental note to get it printed out. It cost a lot but the now 12-year-old would do anything for his little brother.

A few months later Tommy woke up to arguing between his brothers and father. He silently stepped down the stairs making sure to go as slow as possible.

"What is up with you lately dad! All you do is stay in your room! You left us to take care of Tommy ever since you got that stupid letter a few months ago! Tommy hasn't noticed because of us!" Techno whisper yelled trying not to wake up Tommy which was a little too late.

"Not only that but you try to redeem yourself by giving us small gifts! Sure I appreciate it but I know why you're doing it! You don't want anyone noticing you've been acting suspicious lately" Wilbur crossed his arms.

"Keep it down you're gonna wake your brother" Phil whispered trying to stall the sudden outburst by the twins.

Tommy ran upstairs quietly putting clothes on to run to your house. He climbed out his window carefully. He would occasionally climb out his window if he was grounded to walk to Tubbo's house or your house. Right now he was on the way to yours.

It took him 10 minutes to get to your house. He grabbed a small pebble and threw it at your window. He threw 2 more before you opened the window looking down at the boy.

"Tommy what are doing here," I said watching the boy climb up to my window. He looked upset. Sitting in my bed.

"They're fighting again..."

"Whos fighting?" I asked sitting next to him.

Tommy was looking down tears streaming his face.

"My brothers and dad" He whispered. "It happened last week too but it wasn't that bad but they've been fighting more recently and I don't like it" The 7-year-old sniffled.

"Do you know what they were arguing about?" I asked placing my hands gently on his.

"My dad has been acting differently apparently" He sighed wiping his tears " I didn't notice but apparently it's so obvious to Techno and Wilbur"

"Maybe your dad is working on something really important," I said not knowing how to fully answer.

"Probably" He muttered

"Hey, I know how to cheer you up!" I said running over to one of my chests.

I looked through a few chests trying to find a music disc to play for Tommy. When I finally found it I ran to the Jukebox and put it in the slot. The disc played Chirp throughout the room. I look over and saw Tommy smiling just a bit.

"How do you have so many Discs," Tommy asked standing up walking to the Jukebox.

"My grandpa had a bunch before he died, he gave them all to me because when I was younger all we did was listen to the discs" I smiled at the memory.

"So why did you give Cat and Mellohi to me?" He asked

"Because your my favorite person in the world" I looked at him smiling I could see his face turn red which made me giggle.

"You're my favorite person in the world too," Tommy said pulling me into a hug to which I hugged him back.

"Thank you..."

"Your welcome Toms"

He pulled away from the hug and looked out the window seeing the sun slowly rise.

"Oh crap, I have to go before I get caught" He panicked running to the window.

"wait!" I ran and grabbed Chirp from the Jukebox running to the window hanging me the disc. "Take it"

"But I thought-"

"Let that disc remind you of me if you ever need to let out your feelings"

"Thank you" He smiled kissing my cheek then climbing down the house.

"Thomas!" I shouted but still smiling.

"Bye" He grinned waving

"Be safe" I whispered watching him run off to his house.

Tommy ran as fast as he could to his house before the sun could rise any longer. He climbed up to his window jumping into his room. He was holding the disc carefully when he was climbing so he didn't scratch it. He laid in bed out of breath from running but thank god he made it back before anyone noticed.

A few weeks later you suddenly stopped coming over to play with him and Tubbo. Tommy just thought you had something to do with your family as you did every so often. Days turned into weeks. He sat every night looking at the picture Wilbur took on his birthday of you guys hugging. It didn't sit right that you hadn't shown up or even sent a message that you were away. It confused him.

The next day he begged his family to take him to your house. Yes, he knew how to get to your house but he still wanted one of his brothers to go with I'm knowing his father was still busy. Tommy asked Wilbur in the morning but Wilbur said he was busy today and maybe tomorrow. Tommy had to go today no matter what so he ran to Technoblade's room knocking on the door. Only for Techno to say he was busy and not to bother him.

He sighed knowing he would have to go himself. He put his jacket on and shoes. He walked out of the house and made his way over to your house. Tommy ran to your house concerned, he had a bad feeling and wanted to make sure you were okay.

He saw your house and sprinted faster when he arrived he walked to the door seeing it partially opened. He opened the door all the way seeing the inside of the house destroyed. He walked inside looking around.

"Y/n?" He said seeing shattered glasses on the ground.

"Y/n?!" He saw blood on the ground which made his breath hitch.

"Y/N!" He ran up to your room panicked only to be faced with a pool of blood on the floor.

"No no no no no no," He said his body giving out on him making him fall to the ground blood getting on his clothes and shoes.

He didn't bother to get up and leave. He physically couldn't get up his body was in a paralyzed state so he was forced to lay where you possibly died. his breath was heavy and it was like he had no oxygen in his lungs. he wanted to cry for help but the way he was breathing, it was useless to try. He eventually passed out due to a lack of oxygen.

When he woke up it was night. He still laid in your bedroom but this time he could actually breathe. He then realized he had been gone all day and didn't know what time of night it was. Tommy slowly got up looking at his bloodied clothes. His tears silently fell as he made himself walk back to his house. He wasn't bothered by the noises of the creatures around the area. He couldn't care less if he got hurt because he had a bigger wound that no one would ever be able to fix.

The house lights were on and he saw people sitting outside. He walked closer and saw his family with worried looks on their faces. When they heard footsteps they looked to see Tommy slowly making his way to the door. Wilbur immediately ran up to the little boy pulling him into a hug.

"You had us all fucking worried!" He pulled away from the hug only then noticing the blood. "Holy shit your hurt"

Tommy just stood there no words came out of his mouth as his brother brought him inside to check his "wounds". He was sat on the kitchen counter as Phil raced to grab the first aid kit. when Wilbur went to take Tommy's shirt off to clean the "wound" He says nothing but dried blood.

"Tommy?..."

"She's gone....."

"What?"

"Y/N IS GONE!" His sudden outburst made the 14-year-old jump.

"She's dead Wilby" He sobbed Wilbur pulled the boy into a hug and tried calming down the younger boy. Tommy eventually fell asleep and Wilbur changed him into his pajamas taking the bloody clothes to the washer.

10 years later he sat in exile he lost his precious Discs and was now sent out of the land that he built with Wilbur and Tubbo when Phil went missing and Technoblade left. Wil eventually died by his own father. It was the first time he had seen Phil in 10 years only to see him kill one of the only people who stuck by him.

He then lost Tubbo who exiled him for a stupid prank he did on George's house with Ranboo. Tommy wasn't the type to snitch on someone so he took the blow for Ranboo. He had officially lost everything he ever cared about, the only thing he had left was a picture of you and him hugging when he was 7 years old.

"Tommy?...."

"Y/n?!"

------------------------------------------------------- Just thought of this randomly. ✨YOU ARE AMAZING AND PERFECT THE WAY YOU ARE! YOU ARE WORTH IT ON SO MANY LEVELS✨

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saturnsstufff · 3 years

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Awsamdude/Technoblade- Rumor Has It

For my beloved @sugarandspicebutnonice

Warnings: sexual innuendo

Techno was a great Prince. He worked hard to keep his family's name in good graces. All of Phil's boys worked hard to keep their names held high with respect. Tommy was known around for keeping sprits high, any ball or formality with Tommy was always known as the best to attend.

His older brother Wilbur was a skilled artisan with music. Always teaching and making new sounds like it wasn't any struggle. Anyone could find him out in the court yard with a guitar in hand. Humming and singing a casual song.

The eldest, Technoblade was a skilled swordsman and statists. Anytime he was called into a meeting, the others shuddered knowing he would trump them all. He made swinging a sword look like art. Trust me, you would know.

You had a wonderful relationship with techno for a long time. But sadly, you both had parted away from each other. Of course, it was on all good terms, He was more concerned with the kingdom rather than establishing a strong and sturdy relationship.

You, being a knight- fully understood. But you also choose to be a bit selfish about it. You truly wished for him to give you a bit of attention at least when together. He could be such a ladies man when he choose to in public, yet when it came to the two of you he just became closed off and anything but warm. Even behind closed doors it was lacking some spark of passion.

So you both agreed it was best to let things lie.

But what left you with a sour taste was how quickly he moved on.

You would give him the benefit of the doubt of course, he was a well known man. She could have been someone he had met previously, and during your break off she was there to talk it out with him.

She, she ain't real

But something about her screamed fake, her smile and movements seemed too thought through. Her words all laced with a sickening sweet hum, it also didn't help she giggled at basically anything techno said.

Plenty of times you sat with the general and talked about how dense she came off. Respectfully, you had assumed Tech would have went for a well educated woman such as yourself. But after seeing her- you wondered if that type was in short supply.

Anything she did, she would just bat her eyes and he was wrapped around his finger.

It honestly made Sam and you laugh.

She ain't gonna be able to love you like I will

As much as you started to loathe the woman, techno wasn't yours anymore. Thus you started getting closer to Sam. Both of you connecting on how your past relationships had been. Well you were casted aside, Sam was flatly cheated on.

Of course knowing that, your heart ached for him. Sam was a well educated and handsome man with a heart of gold. Respectfully his whole job was centered on protecting and serving the people.

Jumping into a relationship was Sam was like practically nothing. You promised him all the love in the world, and just like you, he promised to give you the same.

And love each other you did.

She is a stranger

Techno did see you grow close to his general, and honestly it didn't set well with him.

He liked the woman he was with, but he also had known you since childhood. You both had played within the court yard plenty of times to claim it as your own.

Sam didn't do that with you. Sam had only started to know you when you joined the ranks.

Techno would often catch himself watching you and Sam spar. His eyes would watch as Sam's hand grabbed at your waist, gripping your hips and using his own to throw you off balance. He hated how close your bodies were.

At one point he couldn't help but pull you aside and ask why you let him touch you. But that conversation drove spikes through his heart. "How can you just let him touch you like that?! He’s practically all over your body! You wouldn't let me touch you like that- and You and I have history" he yelled not believing what he saw.

When your face twisted in front of him into disgust, he thought you were almost joking. "The hell is with you?! I'm not your girlfriend! Or don't you remember!?" You yelled at him. Lightly shoving him back from you. "Don't tell me where he can, and cannot touch me" You sneered. In all his years he never saw you so heated.

Sure, she's got it all

Truthfully you saw techno leave you as a drop to his pride. He dropped a knight for a soft noble girl. A girl babied all her life. You knew as soon as she was exposed to blood she would have fainted like a goat in pasture. But in the end of the day, you weren't sleeping with her so what did it matter?

But, baby, is that really what you want

Arguments between Technoblade and you had become more frequent. Sam let you duke it out, he knew he had no place to tell you to leave it be. Sam also didn't appreciate how fast Techno jumped onto your case about finding someone else.

Although he knew it irked you about Techno moving on, you never got in his face about it like he would. Sam viewed this as your way of showing you were the bigger person.

On one particular day he found the arguments amusing. Techno had started up again when Sam was publicly teasing you. Well techno found your back talking distasteful, Sam relished with how powerful you were.

Listening to techno ramble off on his pathetic reasonings left you a laughing mess, even to the point you cut his argument off. "Bless your soul, you've got you're head in the clouds, she's going to use you like a fool!" You laughed in his face.

His jaw tightened as he spat at your words, pointing at Sam. "You made a fool out of you General. She doesn't even love you- Your wasting your time on a-" at Tech's words you couldn't help but push back even harder for him targeting Sam.

"How dare you say that. Your common penny is getting around more than I- And, boy, she's bringing you down!" You called out. Putting a finger to his chest. "She made your heart melt- But its all a lie!" You didn't stop their, you had more to say to him. "She thinks your all that- a fairy tale prince to save her dreams! But you're cold to the core" you said to him. Causing him to back off.

"Besides. Now rumor has it she ain't got your love anymore"

Rumor has it, ooh, Rumor has it, ooh, Rumor has it, ooh

You weren't lying. Their were plenty of rumors going around saying she was sleeping with others besides Techno. Although Sam and you had no proof to this. Your hunches seemed right.

On one day, Sam had left for a out of village meeting. You really didn't mind, you trusted him enough and knew he wouldn't do anything behind your back.

But sadly you wished to go with him. Techno had asked for you to join him for a round of chess. Something you both greatly enjoyed when together. But now you knew there was meaning to the game.

Sure enough when you sat with in in the court yard, he brought up Sam.

"You know he is much older than you..." he said as he moved his knight across the board.

"And She is half your age" you said flatly. Picking your pawn up. "But I'm guessing that's the reason that you stayed" you said moving it to where you pleased. His brows drew together in slight anger. But he did try and keep his calm.

"I heard you've been missing me" he said, a small smirk growing on his lips. He found pride within those rumors. Knowing that you still supposedly whined and withered about for him.

Of course, you knew he was gravely mistaken.

"You've been telling people things that you shouldn't be" you said carefully. Knowing he was probably behind the rumors somehow.

Techno took this moment to see if he still had a effect on you. Usually during chess you both would flirt a bit. So naturally, he took the chance. "Like when we creep out and she ain't around" he said bemused, your face twisting into disgust again.

"I sneak out to see Sam... besides Haven't you heard the rumors" you said moving your queen. When he didn't respond you laughed. He didn't even under stand. "Bless your soul, you've got your head in the clouds" you said, fully amused within the moment.

"C'mon darlin... I know you fell hard for me when we started dating..." he cooed to you. Your eyes darting up like daggers.

"You made a fool out of me" you said to him. Wanting to get your point across. Well he moved his pawns about you took your moment to explain how you felt. "You make me sick to my stomach.. And, boy, you're bringing me down" you said softly. Smiling to yourself slowly. "You made my heart melt, yet I'm cold to the core" You said, moving your queen to take his knight. Your eyes slyly skimmed over his. His lost knight now within your fingers.

"But rumor has it I'm the one you're leaving her for"

After that game, rumors and tensions soared wildly. Sam at one point thought you were back and evolved with Techno again. Of course you explained to him the situation, which thankfully he understood and apologized for trusting second hand mouths.

Rumor has it, ooh, Rumor has it, ooh, Rumor has it, ooh

All of these words whispered in my ear

But Techno's mood plummeted fast...

Tell a story that I cannot bear to hear

A engagement, specifically Sam and yours. Oh how his blood boiled at the news. He thought his hands all over you was bad, but now... now you would take Sam's name in law. You would he his wife. Not Techno's.

Just 'cause I said it, it don't mean that I meant it

Because of this news he didn't hesitate to run and find you. More than hell-bent on giving you a piece of his mind. He wanted to make it clear you couldn't marry him.

People say crazy things

He didn't care what people would say, he wanted to claim you again. Techno didn't want anyone else touching you. He especially didn't want Him touching you.

Just 'cause I said it, don't mean that I meant it

Even if within the past week he yelled hurtful things to you, he hoped you would understand he just wanted to protect you from unworthy suitors. Sam couldn't provide for you like Techno could. Sam was a general born from a farmer. Technoblade was to be crowned king.

Just 'cause you heard it

So their he stormed. Heading to the stables, knowing full well that's where you were. His anger was fuming. He couldn't wait to shove it in Sam's face that Techno wouldn't let you marry him.

But lets just say Technoblade was the one left speechless in the end.

Rumor has it, ooh, Rumor has it, ooh Rumor has it, ooh,

Especially when he slammed the door open to the stables and saw Sam's body covering yours, your legs around his waist in a tight hold well he was buried deep inside you.

But rumor has it he's the one I'm leaving you for

#technoblade x reader #awsamdude x reader #techno x reader

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thatoneteadrinker666 · 2 years

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Oh wait you actually take fic ideas uhm- a dsmp fic based on Lalaloopsy dolls probably centered around the sbi where Tommy is the human and the rest of the sbi are his Lalaloopsy dolls he got for Christmas, and maybe Tubbo comes over as Tommy's best and only real human friend and shows him his LalalOopsie(an alternet toy line that connects to the Lalaloopsy toy line) doll named prince Ranboo! Just a thought and I have been stimming about Lalaloopsy lore like all week

(it would be best if you would look up the toys to get a better idea of what your working with!)

~yarn anon

okok so I don’t know much about Lalaloopsy dolls and their lore, but I tried so like 👉👈 hope you enjoy!!!

Warnings: curse words I guess, not much else

His Family

He had dolls, and he was alright with that. He liked his dolls. And if anyone had a problem with that, he’d fucking kick their face in. They were his friends, and he loved them.

Tommy gathered his three dolls together. Phil was first, with his snazzy green coat and blonde hair like his own. Phil was the father figure. He knew everything. He protected everyone. Techno was next to Phil. His pink hair matched his pink king’s outfit, and a crown was perched on his head. He was strong, and he also protected everyone. He wasn’t afraid of anything, and he won every fight. Techno was the older brother, so he went next to Phil. Finally, there was Wilbur, with his soft yellow sweater and fluffy brown hair. He was the younger brother, but still older than Tommy. He liked music and singing, and was very creative. He wasn’t much of a protector, but still fun to be around and was always there.

His dolls meant a lot to him. He knew every stitch and every piece of yarn on each of his dolls. They were his. But despite all this love, he only had one person who he could talk to about them.

Tubbo was basically his only non-doll friend. They shared the same interests, so it was only natural that they’d visit each other, dolls in hand, and talk about them. Today was one of those days.

“Yours looks different! What’s it called?” Tommy gasped and leaned forward, peering at Tubbo’s doll.

Tubbo puffed up proudly. “It’s a LalalOopsie. It’s different from Lalaloopsies. His name is Prince Ranboo. He’s very important.”

Tommy made a noise of surprise. “Ohhh. I like him. Maybe he could meet my dolls: Phil, Techno, and Wilbur.” He beamed and moved his dolls forward. They met in the middle.

All in all, it was a very fun day for Tommy.

#mcyt g/t #not vore #yarn anon #this was short I’m sorry #idk anything about dolls I only saw these in ads #i hope this was good enough hhhh #i tried #👉👈

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proudfreakmetarusonniku · 3 years

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First chapter of the immortal prime boys au is out!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32884102/chapters/81605941 or, under the cut (tw: abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, references to past character death)

There is no such thing as a fate worse than death.

That’s what Dream says, at least, and Tommy’s learnt it’s so much easier to just go along with what Dream says. He’d grown tired of fighting even before his hair had faded fully white. He wasn’t even sure why he ever bothered. Dream was his friend- his older brother in all but blood, really- and he’d always been. He’d reassured him of that over and over again when he couldn’t help but think through the Wrong Memories. Maybe back then he believed them.

Tommy hated the Wrong Memories. No matter how many times Dream told him the truth, they still remained stubbornly stuck in his head, even more vivid than what was real. He knew it wasn’t his fault, he was too trusting, too naïve, but he still despised it. He hated being weak like that, even though he knew in truth he was a silly child who foolishly insisted he was more.

Still, he couldn’t help but blame himself for screwing up so much. He couldn’t help but blame himself for falling for Wilbur’s lies about Dream being corrupt, somehow believing Tubbo cared. They just wanted to use him, Dream had made that clear. That’s all anyone wanted from him but Dream.

He understood that. He wouldn’t go as far to say he was fucking grateful or anything- Prime no, Dream could be as annoying as shit and was always as overprotective as fuck- but he understood. Big brothers were meant to be like that, right? He certainly knew little brothers were meant to be a fucking pain, and he certainly hoped he counted as that.

(Not because he’d ever want to hurt Dream, of course, he learnt his lesson on that front so long ago. But that was the role Dream had him play, and it was far easier to let the strings be pulled than try and dance your own tune away from the puppet master’s grasp.)

If there was one thing for Tommy to be proud of, it’s that he could play his role excellently. Sometimes, even he couldn’t tell when what he was saying was him playing along because not doing so only led to pain or things he genuinely, earnestly believed. It didn’t matter anyway. It didn’t make a difference to Dream, and he was the only person who cared.

So, Tommy sat as motionless as a doll, fake (fake?) smile plastered on his face as Dream delicately braided Tommy’s hair. It was part of the delicate, unchanging routine that’d end up shattered and forgotten sooner or later like the last however many routines the two of them had, rearranged into something similar but wrong. Nothing was a constant, not their routine, not their home, not even the colour of the sky. Nothing, of course, but Dream.

Tommy’s hair was styled in the way it always was, however Dream decided it would look for the next however long. Tommy didn’t have a real say in it anymore. He hadn’t, even back when the memories were Wrong. He pulled it out in chunks, hating the white slowly clouding out pale blond, hating how long it was getting. It touched the floor by the time he and Dream became immortal, so that’s how it would be forever. It was annoying as fuck, but that’s just how things were and always would be.

The main braid at the back was what took the most time, but the smaller braids pulling at his hair, keeping his curly fringe barely any shorter than the rest of his hair from constantly being in his eyes, weren’t exactly quick either. It was nice, though, the touch, no matter how much the pull of the braids stung. He could tell Dream, and Dream would probably listen, but the pain was grounding, made him feel almost mortal again, and Dream still got anxious when Tommy hurt himself- which was fucking ridiculous, he literally couldn’t kill himself anymore even if he wanted to, but Tommy supposed it was natural for big brothers to be overprotective.

Tommy was resigned to his immortality, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t fucking hate it. The glimmering gold crackling over his body like a web, replacing the familiar pale peach and raw red of his scars, the heavy unhealing bruising around his neck the same gaudy shade, made him feel more like a doll than a person. Even his freckles had turned the same metallic shade. His eyes, too, but he didn’t mind that. It was better than the ghostly pure white glow they had after the first dozen or so resurrections.

Back then, whenever he looked in the mirror, they reminded him of the Wrong Memories. About Eret, the only one to realise the lies of L’Manburg, and Ghostbur, the mangled version of Wilbur he made up in his head unable to comprehend he hurt him and ruined his mind. Thinking about them in that way made Tommy want to bite his tongue until he bled, even though he knew it was true because Dream said it was true.

(He missed when his blood was red. Now, it was the same shimmering gold that everything but his hair was.)

(Was his blood even ever red? He couldn’t quite remember the shade.)

Tommy had been good recently, so Dream had allowed him to listen to one of the battered and broken music discs he treasured so much. He didn’t know why he did, but it made Dream laugh, and that was good. He thought they might have been something important from back when he was in the server. A gift from Dream, maybe? No, Dream didn’t talk about it, so they must have been from bad times, when he was brainwashed by Wilbur and Tubbo and the other L’Manburgians. His only source of comfort in those dark times, he supposed.

He should be glad they’re dead. Dream made sure of that, made sure they suffered for what they did to his Tommy. He didn’t, though. He just felt numb, and a bit sick.

The music disc was the one with a striped purple sheen, delicately and painstakingly repainted many times before whoever had been doing it gave up. It was once a melancholy tune, but now it skipped and stopped and started so much it was barely recognisable. That didn’t matter, though. Tommy had the song memorised, and that was a memory he knew was real and felt was real, and that was so few and far between he knew he’d treasure it forever. He’d have to.

At least he’d have Dream. That was terrifying at first. He wanted nothing but to be free. That just seemed ridiculous now, though. What would he be without Dream?

(“Yourself,” some traitorous voice from a false memory whispers. The “nothing,” he’s been trained to respond with all but drowns it out.)

“Tommy?” Dream’s voice snapped Tommy out of his thoughts.

“What’s up, big man?” Tommy said. Fuck, his voice was all dumb and raspy again. He had some water like, what, at least like five sleeps ago? His throat shouldn’t be dry yet, should it?

“We’re moving again. Don’t worry, it’s going to be fun!” Tommy rolled his eyes. Dream’s definition of fun involved other people too much for Tommy to do much more than tolerate it. He almost hoped this form of fun was the violent type. It made him feel sick and awful, and he’s pretty sure it’d make him cry if he hadn’t forgotten how to do it except on command anymore, but it wasn’t the all-consuming terror that having to be around people other than Dream gave.

After all, Dream was the only person that cared. He was the only person who was ever kind to Tommy for reasons other than just manipulation. Dream had told him horror stories of how people could be, and the ugly gold-tinted brand roughly scratched just above his hipbones he’d seen while taking Dream’s measurements to sew for him made Tommy wonder if any of them were personal.

Dream hurt him, sure, but it was either just play or punishment. If it was play, then Dream would stop if Tommy asked, and it wouldn’t be that bad, he didn’t even use the axe, and Dream would spoil the shit out of him after. And if it was for punishment, Tommy deserved it anyway, and he needed discipline. He was a brat, and Dream was just being a good big brother.

Still, he swallowed his fear. Dream wanted him to be excited, so he forced as much enthusiasm as possible into his voice. “Fun?”

Dream laughed. “Oh, absolutely. The most fun the two of us might have in a long while! See, I’ve heard rumours about the Goddess of Death. There’s a village in the wilderness that worship her, and they say she protects it.”

“And?”

“And that means we can investigate,” Dream said, in a tone like he was talking to a fucking little kid. Tommy hated it when he did that. He was sixteen, not six. Honestly, he was pretty sure Dream just did it to fuck with him. “She could be the only thing that could pose a risk to us anymore, and you know there’s no such thing as a fate worse than death.”

Tommy nodded. Honestly, he was pretty sure this wouldn’t go anywhere. He’d continue his existence like always, hiding behind Dream’s cape like a fucking pussy and hating what he’d become. He was resigned to that being the constant state of his existence, now.

This, it turns out, wouldn’t be the case.

#my writing #dream smp #dsmp #dream smp writing #dsmp writing #c!tommy #c!dream #c!primeboys #immortal primeboys au #tw abuse #tw manipulation #tw gaslighting #tw death mention #tw murder mention

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crystalirises · 3 years

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I just binge read all your fundy one shots and had an idea.

Sooooo you know how the little mermaid has a sequel???? Ariel has a daughter named Melody, and during her baptism they're attacked day Ursula sister. Ariel builds a wall around the castle and Melody hates them and sneaks out all the time.

I was just thinking red haired mermaid + handsome prince who likes music + walls and didn't know where to go from there

Oh god I loveddddd the sequel to that movie! It was just so good, and omg you’re totally right! I didn’t realize how kinda similar some of the stuff are when it comes to Fundy’s life. :333

Anyway, I made this short (again, is this even short lol) one-shot about this idea. Some stuff are different cause well, I honestly forgot some stuff about the movie since I watched it when I was like 12 skskks. Anyway, hope you like this!

Sally cradled the precious bundle closer to her chest as Wilbur guided her down the steps that led from the captain’s quarters to the deck of the ship. She scoffed as he quickened his pace, stretching out a hand as though to help her down the last steps. Ever the gentleman, her king of music. She took his hand, refraining from jumping down with the precious cargo in her hold. The sun was bright in the sky as they looked out into the sea, her people flocking near the edge of the boat to catch a glimpse of the small prince of the land and sea. The baby gurgled happily in her arms as she rocked him back and forth, waving a hand towards her sister who had settled nearby. Niki waved back, crooning sadly that she wouldn’t be able to actually see their new addition to the family. Fundy wasn’t quite like the mermaids - like Sally - taking on a more human-form with the addition of fox-like attributes that Sally just knew came from Wilbur. There was no other option.

“They seem excited.” Wilbur chuckled, hands against the rails as he gazed down at the mermaids. There was a twinkle in his eye as he wrapped an arm around Sally, cooing down at their beloved boy. “He’s just so small... so fragile. I’m going to cry, Sal.”

“Like you don’t do so every night each time you put Fundy to sleep.”

Sally leaned into his touch, resting her head against his shoulder as she continued to rock Fundy in her arms, the small baby giggling as he tried to reach for a strand of her long curly hair. She leaned down to boop his little noise, smiling as Fundy reached up a hand to boop hers too. Wilbur kept his family close as they stared out into the waves, the party was in full-swing behind them, but they stayed where they were. She could hear Wilbur’s younger brothers arguing in the background on a matter regarding what she could only assume was Tommy stealing some of Techno’s stuff. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of her father-in-law, Phil, heading towards him. There was a serene look on the man’s face, his stance relaxed as he approached the couple with an ease and regality that only a king could ever hold. He had retired from the position recently, trusting Wilbur with the kingdom and now here they were, celebrating the first birthday of the kingdom’s heir. Sally held Fundy closer as Phil finally reached them, patting Wilbur on the shoulder and pulling Sally into a one-armed hug. She never knew the comfort of a parent, having only her younger sister, Niki, for company.

“Not going to join in the festivities, mate? I could watch Fundy for both of you, if you’d like.” Sure enough, Fundy began to reach his little arms towards his grandfather, whining as Sally continued to hold onto him.

“In a minute, dad. Sally and I were just enjoying the view.” Sally let Wilbur take Fundy from her, the newly crowned king rubbing a hand against Fundy’s soft ginger curls before pressing a kiss to the babe’s forehead. Wilbur chuckled as Fundy suddenly gripped a loose brown curl from Wilbur’s hair, the baby holding onto it tightly that Wilbur couldn’t escape. Phil shook his head at the small display, Sally giggling at the sight as Wilbur looked up at them with pleading eyes. Soon enough, Fundy got bored and started to squirm in Wilbur’s arms, reaching towards Phil with grabby hands. The baby’s eyes were fixed to Phil’s wings, clearly wishing to pluck a feather or two if Wilbur and Sally were to allow it. Phil wasted no time in scooping his grandson up, the small baby yipping in the older man’s hold as he settled into his grandfather’s arms. Sally mentally crooned as she looked down at her baby. At least he’ll always have the love of his family. Fundy would grow up with his mother, his father, his grandfather, and his three uncles. “Although, maybe we could spare a few minutes. My little champion seems to want to spend some time with his grandpa, hm?”

“Don’t call me that, mate, you’re making me feel old.” Phil scoffed, holding Fundy in his arms with a gentleness that the king only ever showed towards family. Sally took the opportunity and looped an arm around Wilbur’s, dragging him off towards the center of the deck where most of the partygoers were. Phil gave her a small smile as they left before turning to look out into the distance, cradling a cooing Fundy in his arms. Wilbur looked down at her in surprise, eyes blinking as those deep dark brown eyes - that reminded her so much of the dark ocean depths that she once resided in - looked at her with such love and endearment. How could she have been so lucky as to have him? It had been his heart-song that had made her so deeply in love with him. That and he wasn’t that bad of a looker either.

“If you wanted me all to yourself, you should have just said so, love.”

“Now where would the fun be in that, my king?” She leaned in closer, their faces nearly touching when the band began to play a familiar tune. She gasped, Wilbur’s eyes widening before wrapping his arms around her. The band was playing their song, the song that they had danced to on the night of their wedding. It wasn’t quite the traditional slow song that Wilbur said most weddings had. It was a fast-paced yet short tune, a ditty if you will, that left the dancers breathless and nearly exhausted once it finally concluded. His hands were on her waist, her hands pressed against his shoulders in a sort of faux waltz despite the music that was playing. From the corner of her vision, she could see that the crowd had dispersed, leaving space for Wilbur and Sally to dance if they so wanted to. She smirked, leaning up until her lips were close to Wilbur’s, her breath against his face as she looked up at him with a raised brow. “Well, my king, care for a dance?”

“As if you have to ask, love.” Wilbur grinned. Then they were dancing, their steps hurried and quick as they heard the crowd cheer and clap. Of course, Sally led the dance - as if she’d ever let Wilbur lead. Wilbur adjusted to her steps accordingly, knowing exactly what she was doing and feeling great pleasure at letting his wife take control of a skill that she had tried so hard to master.

As they danced, the creak of the wood pierced through the air as the band started another round of songs. The crowd began to join in, Sally catching a glimpse of Techno, Tommy, and Tubbo amongst the crowd - though Techno was simply standing in the sea of people with an awkward look on his face. Wilbur noticed and left Sally to dance by herself. She watched as Wilbur headed towards Techno, no doubt to help his brother with the sudden influx of people in the small space of the center deck. After a few minutes, she broke off to let herself rest, whizzing through the crowd until she reached Phil who had his wings raised in the air. She ducked beneath his left wing, glancing down towards her son who had managed to fall asleep in Phil’s arms. She pressed a gentle kiss on the sleeping babe’s forehead, glad to know that she can trust Phil to put his grandson to sleep. There was a small feather clutched in Fundy’s arms, a content smile on the baby’s face as he snuggled closer to what he was holding. Phil shook his head, chuckling before pulling Sally into a one-sided hug.

“Wilbur went to help Techno. I hope Fundy wasn’t too much of a nuisance... and that him plucking one of your feathers off didn’t hurt.” Phil laughed, shaking his head as he passed Fundy over to Sally. The baby stirred, but didn’t wake as Sally held him closer, cooing about how adorable he was when he wasn’t awake trying to pull other people’s hair or feathers off. She remembered Phil shrieking the first time it had happened during the first time she had let him carry his grandson. Now, Fundy’s crib consisted of feathers hanging overhead - although those came from the ones that naturally fell off Phil’s wings. “I’m glad you got him to sleep so easy, it usually takes forever━”

She felt the shift in the air before she noticed the dark clouds that had rolled in. Phil tensed up, his wings wrapping around her and Fundy protectively as they all took an instinctive step back. Everyone had gone quiet, the band that had played so loudly ceasing to a lull as the crowd began to disperse. The clouds roiled overhead, yet not a single drop of rain came from above. There was a static crackle in the air that didn’t felt like lightning poised to strike. Sally looked down, her people that were once there having vanished back into the sea with only her sister left on the surface. Niki gazed up at her, worry dancing in her eyes before she too vanished into the depths. Sally felt her breath caught in her throat, clutching Fundy closer as she realized what was causing this chaos.

“Sally! Sally!” She heard Wilbur’s voice call out from across the deck, his curly brown hair appearing within view as he tried to reach for her. She felt the arm around her shoulder tense up, the air screaming to a halt as Phil shouted for Wilbur to get back. There was a low whistle in the air and she heard Wilbur scream as a trident sailed past him, nearly grazing his cheek as it lodged itself into the wood of the main mast. She shrieked, teeth clenched together in anger at the thought of anyone daring to hurt her Wilbur, but Phil kept her where she was. They all stood in utter silence, until a flash of lightning - actual lightning - broke through the sky, a figure appearing at the front of the ship. The familiar painted smile on that damned porcelain mask seared itself into her memory.

Dream tilted his head, “Hello.”

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Fundy watched curiously as a bit of ocean water seeped past the tall blackstone walls that kept him prisoner within the palace. He laughed as the water tickled his feet, reaching down to feel the cool water against his face as he patted his hands against the water. He looked up, noticing a small grate on the side of the wall that led directly to the ocean. He held back his excited gasp, before deciding to make a break for it.

A pair of arms caught him just as he was squirming his way between two bars, the familiar scent of salt hitting his nose as his mom held him in her arms. He blinked up at her, ears pressed against the top of his head, whining as he was taken away from the grate that presented freedom. He could see his dad by the doorway, a hand clutching at the stone wall as his mom brought him back into the palace. He tried to squirm out of her grip, but she was unrelenting and only let him down once his dad had closed and locked the door behind them. He stomped a foot against the floor, tail bristling in indignation.

“I wan’ go out.” He pointed towards the window, locked (he should know, Fundy had tried it before he realized someone had left the door unopen) but it served a greater purpose of showing him the outside world. The walls had always blocked the ocean view, but his parents knew that he wanted to see it. So why weren’t they letting him? His mom sighed, crouching down so she could look him in the eyes. She cupped her cheek, pain dancing in her sea green eyes as she stuttered to answer him. He huffed, looking away as he crossed his little arms in front of his chest. His dad had moved to stand at his side and he could feel a hand rubbing the top of his head and scratching behind his ears. It would have been nice if they hadn’t kept him from leaving. He wanted to see the vast blue ocean that his storybooks always talked about, to see the shells and the fish that he’d occasionally see pictures of. “Don’ wanna talk, I angy.”

“Sorry, baby. But you know how dangerous the ocean is... We can do something else if you’d like, honey. Anything you want for the entire day, how does that sound?” Despite the anger he held in his tiny little body, he slowly began to forget as his dad began to pet his ears and his mom began to pick him up again. They held him in their arms, doting on him as if trying to make him forget what he wanted in the first place. He purred, happy to be the center of his parent’s attention. Even if he did feel a bit coddled, he wouldn’t pass up the chance to spend an entire day with his parents.

“Go nyoom!” His parents laughed as he raised up his arms, both of them setting him back onto the ground as they both counted from 1 to 10. He giggled, turning to leave the small room they were in. He wouldn’t be caught so easily.

And as Fundy ran away, he spared a single glance back, catching a glimpse of the grate that he had tried to escape from.

‘Someday.’ He thought to himself, and then he was running, his parents chasing after him as they tried to coax him to come back. He giggled, happy to play chase with them even if it meant giving up momentary freedom.

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Somewhere, a man clad in a white mask sits upon a throne, trident in hand. He had sensed the little one call out to the ocean. Truly, it was a pity that his own kind would ever interact with a human.

Ah, well. He’d just have to take both of them back then.

‘Someday, indeed.’

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*brain processing noises*

Listen. I don’t know XD

Okay, explanation. Sally is not royalty, she is just a normal mermaid who happened to have fallen in love with Wilbur - who was the crown prince but in this one-shot he is now the king of L’Manburg. Sally’s only family is Niki here while Wilbur has Phil, Tommy, Techno, and Tubbo.

Essentially, mermaids in this world have the ability to transform into a human form but they usually don’t do so cause they fear humans.

Now, yes, Dream is kinda king Triton and Morgana in this AU (no he is not related to Sally XD). Essentially, Dream is the king of the mermaids and he really does not want his people to associate with humans, so Sally has pretty much angered him for deciding to fall in love with human. However, he won’t hurt them, he just wants them back in the ocean and stuff. Yes, he also considers Fundy as one of his people since one of Fundy’s parents is a mermaid. So ye...

This is confusing and I apologize. I hope you guys like this tho! Also, to the anon, I cross-posted this on ao3. I hope that’s alright with you!

#wilbur soot #sally the salmon #fundy #philza #technoblade #niki nihachu #tommyinnit #tubbo #dreamwastaken #little mermaid 2 au #oh god I went so far away from the source material I am so sorry #mcyt

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innittowinit · 4 years

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SBI headcanons awooga

Some headcanons and things for my sbi fd! Abandoned amusement park fic lol

Here's the link if you haven't read it btw

SBI last name is Reid, DT last name is Jackson btw lmao, i probably won't mention it much though unless it's like Mrs Reid for the sbi mom y'know

This has Tommy, Techno, Wilbur and Phil included; lmk if a dt post would be a good idea too

Tommy

The youngest brother, he’s seven lmao what a child

Even though he’s the youngest, he’s also the most confrontational and will gladly ‘fight’ anyone who talks bad about his brothers

He can’t fight

He’s very tall for his age but is also extremely light since he’s always running around

Phil tries to get him to try new foods a lot but Tommy’s a really picky eater

...Tantrums.. Every time he doesn’t get his way

This lead to his brothers spoiling him quite a bit, he’s still sweet enough though since Phil has had many stern conversations with him about being nice to people

Has a toy music boy, with collectable discs

Wilbur got his first disc for him, it’s his most prised possession

Every time he does all of his chores (which are really just small things like clean up after himself and keep his room tidy) someone, whether its his Mum, Wilbur or someone else, gets him a new disc

Techno got him ‘Pig step’ for his seventh birthday and he listens to it every night before bed

One time he snuck downstairs while Techno and Wilbur were having a sleepover and watched the horror movie they were watching without them realising it. Techno and Wil were the ones to get into trouble since Tommy wouldn’t sleep for a week afterwards.

Techno had to read him a story every night until he stopped thinking he was going to be eaten by a demon in the middle of the night

Drinks way too much caffeine for a kid, someone take this boys coke away

He’s got a habit of biting his nails, which has left him with some pretty crooked teeth, which will probably need to be fixed with braces when he’s older.

It’s also gross because he climbs so much there’s almost always dirt under his nails

Hasn’t really grasped the whole concept of not saying everything he thinks yet

Oh my god someone shut this boy up

He still believes in Santa and The easter bunny too

One time Techno told him Oogie Boogie from the nightmare before christmas was real and he cried

He talks a lot in school because he finds it boring but he’s also very good at maths and English for his age

Wilbur

Middle child, Wil is 13. Techno’s twin

He’s pretty insecure about his music even though he’s been playing his whole life

That’s why he likes being able to practice in L’manburg, there’s no pressure to be perfect when he’s alone with his brothers

Super extroverted and confident in everything else though, Since Techno can’t talk to most people, he usually tries to speak for both of them

After realising that Techno didn’t really like it when he said ‘Techno thinks’ a lot, back in primary school, he adapted to trying to speak for what Techno wants without making Techno’s issues obvious

They tell people who need to know, but for people they’ll only talk to a few times they usually just get away with Wilbur acting super obnoxious and loud so it seems like Techno just doesn’t have room to talk, rather than that he can't

It’s easier than getting into it since they don’t feel like most people will understand

has separation Anxiety, when he’s not with his brother he doesn’t relax/ feel safe at all. If it happens at school he won't do his work at all/ Will probably just leave the room and try to find Techno

Everyone kinda knows this and they try to suit things around it without saying it outright

He’s kinda embarrassed, he likes to think he’s the one protecting Techno but really they need each other the same amount

Techno gets this though, He doesn’t mind if wilbur has a bit of a saviour complex, he’ll play along if it makes him happy

They’re working on it with their Therapist though so don’t worry, he won't grow up to be an ass

Interests (besides music) include:

Watching obscure documentaries

Disney movies, favourite is peter pan

Skating

He and Techno got Picked on in primary school for being so close, he learnt kickboxing so he could defend himself if things ever got physical. Luckily they didn’t but he still knows how to kickbox so watch out

Almost always turning in homework late, he’s good at talking his way out of Detentions though.

And when he cant talk his way out, Techno finds a way to get detention too

He’s VERY protective of his younger brother(s(he was born first so he likes to insist that Techno is his little brother))

That’s good for the most part but he can be a little overbearing sometimes, he’s got detention many many times for cussing out people who so much as looked at Techno wrong

When he’s feeling guilty he mumbles a lot

Techno

Middle child, 13. Wilbur’s twin

Has selective Mutism, completely fine talking to Wilbur, Only talks to Tommy and Phil if Wil is there too but other than that he’s completely fine talking to them as well. He speaks to his parents but not as openly as he does with his brothers, with them its usually very quiet, one word sentences

Like Wilbur, separation Anxiety also, It’s not as bad as Wilbur’s is though, Wil just makes him comfortable enough to talk with his brothers, he can deal with being without Wilbur but he absolutely doesn’t want to

He can be a bit arrogant and possessive of his brothers at times, he’s a bit scared of them leaving him because he can be so difficult so he has a tendency to be cold to any new people they bring home

Interests include: Pvp games, ancient china, farming

He was hyper-fixated on a cartoon when he was younger and now he has multiple cosplays from it that he’ll probably never wear again

His hair is LONG and pink, they never figured out why it grew so fast or why it was pink but it is lmao

When he was born his parents were terrified, they thought he had some kind of rare condition that was going to hurt him but the doctors eventually came to the conclusion that he just had healthy hair that grew fast and the pinkness was due to an abnormality in the melanin in his system or something idk fellas im failing science pls pretend this part makes sense

Being silent with long pink hair as a kid, he got picked on a lot. There were many instances where he just pushed kids over or hit them because they were being mean

Since he’s the quiet one, teachers usually trust him a lot so he and wilbur used to skip class a lot, back when they got picked on, by saying they had to help another teacher do something

In an attempt to get him to be more social, his parents signed him up for violin lessons aged 8, he really liked his teacher and had even managed to speak a little to her over the past 4 years he took lessons

Spaces out a lot

He watches a lot of conspiracy theory videos but he doesn’t actually believe any of them, he just finds them interesting

One time he convinced Tommy they were living in a simulation and Tommy hit a kid to see if his hand would pass through

He’s spoken a few words to squidkid too since they’re childhood friends and he’s very comfortable with him. Ironically all he seems to say to him is ‘bozo’ to tease the other for saying it so often, instead of literally any other insult

Phil

Oldest brother, 16

Cares about his brothers so so so so so much like he will do anything to keep them happy and safe

One time he missed an exam because Tommy was sick and he wanted to take him to the doctor before anything else

Tommy was fine btw, just one of those bugs you get when you're little

Their parents are pretty distant so Phil has been pretty much raising them since he was little, he doesn’t mind though

Their parents aren’t bad people or anything, they just get called out a lot for work and can’t be at home a whole bunch, it’s a big part of the reason why Techno never got comfortable talking a lot around them

He works at a Nearby florist to get extra cash to buy his brothers things when his parents arent home

When their mum is home, he brings her flower arrangements home from work because he is sweet <3

He’s really into mythology and Folklore as well as drawing, when he was younger he had multiple sketchbooks filled up with different creatures that he had drawn

When he, techno and wilbur were all little, he used to play a game with them where they’d describe a monster off the tops of their heads and he’d draw it for them

Techno and Wilbur loved this and always put up Phil’s drawings on their bedroom walls

When he was 13 he used to write angsty poetry, He told wilbur about it one day and that's when wilbur first started adding lyrics to his songs

He can be pretty gullible, he likes to believe that people mean good no matter how hard it might be to see it that way

He can hold grudges for a pretty long time, he’s quick to forgive when it’s himself that’s been hurt but it’s very very hard to get on his good side again if you hurt his brothers

Watches Alien theories with techno, unlike techno he actually believes in them

Has the ‘i believe in aliens’ poster

When they were little, he used to grow strawberry plants with techno and Wilbur, this is what prompted techno to start growing other vegetables in their garden himself

#sleepyblr #sleepy bois inc #sbi #fanfic #mcyt #mineblr

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innittowinit · 3 years

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Abandoned amusement parks are the best place for young children (chapter 9)

Fic summary:

Techno, Tommy, Wilbur and Phil have been hanging out at the abandoned amusement park in the woods since they moved in. Techno likes knowing he's definitely alone with his brothers Tommy likes climbing on the old rides Wilbur likes having a place to play his music Phil likes spending time with his younger brothers

That is, until a group of brothers calling themselves the 'dream team' move in down the road. Will the sleepy boys give in and share the park or will they succeed in scaring the new kids off?

Chapter summary:

Wilbur and Techno make a new friend.

word count: 2064

AO3

School lunch was probably the worst part about having to go to school.

Now don't get him wrong, Wilbur understood that the vast majority of students didn’t have lives like theirs and wouldn’t get their dynamics. What he didn’t understand was why it should be okay to bully people for doing things they were ignorant of.

No, bullying was too strong of a word to use here, they had been bullied before and this was a step up from that, it was slightly closer to being able to fit in with social groups. If Wilbur had to describe how they were treated, he’d say they were simply treated like they were invisible.

Yes, they were still part of the group that got shoulder barged in crowded hallways, but it wasn’t because anyone had any substantial reason to hate them, they were just not noticed. They were invisible. How could you blame anyone for barging into someone when you didn’t even know they were there to begin with?

No, they weren’t part of the list of people who got their trays smacked, anymore, but being the only two with their trays still intact whilst everyone around them panicked in a mountain of spoiled lunches was terrifying in it’s only way.

How was it possible to be invisible and have all eyes on them at the same time?

The result of this ‘silent treatment’ was an overwhelming feeling of isolation while they were at school. While he and Techno did have a few friends, some from their class and some from clubs their parents had made them go to over the years in a desperate attempt to get them to socialise; the ones from their class, however, almost never spoke to them during school time though. Wilbur decided that they couldn’t be blamed for that. Who would want to hang out with the ‘clingy kid’ and the ‘quiet kid’ anyways?

While all the lunches and breaks alone never outwardly bothered Techno, Wilbur knew that deep down he wished for a group of close friends just as much as Wilbur did, he was just a lot more introverted so he didn’t really have the intense crave for it that he, himself, had. You see, Techno had a bad habit of pushing people away while Wilbur needed as many people as possible, while both stemmed from a fear of being abandoned, this situation wasn’t good for either.

“Hey can I sit here?”

Wilbur was pulled out of his sulk as he heard the distinct sound of a British accent, he looked up and sure enough, the new boy was standing at their table. Only once Techno had given a passive shrug, Wilbur nodded and gestured to a chair.

“You guys looked nice, my old school got shut down so I had to transfer here, is it nice? Everyone seems very...unique”

The twins shrugged, they weren’t really the best couple to ask if this new kid just wanted to hear about the school. As Wilbur watched the boy he took mental notes of a few things: One, his voice was super deep, a little like Techno’s, and he seemed to pronounce everything perfectly, he seemed very smart. Two, He had a little flag pin on his backpack, Wilbur guessed he must be foreign, even if he did have a British accent, or maybe the flag meant something else. And Three, he had a burger king crown placed Triumphantly upon his head. Looking down at his lunch explained where he had got the crown from, seriously who’s parents bought their kid’s burger king for lunch?!

Wilbur thought he looked stupid and he was only slightly jealous of his lunch.

“My name’s Eret, by the way!”

The boy smiled and shook both Techno and Wilbur’s hands, he seemed very calm and mature, Wilbur noted. He also seemed wealthy but maybe he just had Burger king with him because it was his first day at a new school and his parents wanted to give him something nice, all Wil knew was that his family wouldn’t be able to afford that for lunch every day.

“Yeah uh..” Wilbur cleared his throat as he spoke for the first time “Yeah I’m Wilbur, call me Wil though, and this is Techno-Blade but only call him Techno”

“Okay well hello Wil and Techno, I’m happy to meet you! Why are you sitting alone by the way? You’re nice enough”

Wilbur practically rolled his eyes into the back of his head, this guy seemed so righteous, like he was going to be yet another popular kid who wanted to treat him and his brother like they were animals, like he was going to coo and aww at them and baby them whenever there was something one of them couldn’t deal with. It had happened so many times and Wilbur felt horrible because he knew that every time those kids were just misinformed, they were good but ignorant people. They were always the ones who noticed they were alone but the lack of education about these kinds of problems caused a lot of them to think they were like scared little puppies who needed protection.

“Well you see, Eret” Wilbur sighed, his voice condescending as he suddenly decided they didn’t need him as a friend. “Nobody wants to be seen being friends with the clingy kid and the quiet kid. So if you want any chance at all to make some friends here you shouldn’t sit with us”

Eret seemed a little taken aback by that, he clearly hadn’t been expecting the hostility but he supposed he had struck a nerve with his question, looking back in hindsight he should have known not to ask it.

“..okay..well I don’t really care about Popularity, a few good friends are better than a hundred fake ones right?” The boy shoved the last of his burger in his mouth and finished chewing before he spoke “If it means anything, I don’t see any problem with being quiet or being clingy. And.. I’m guessing if nobody wants to hang out with you that’s pretty lonely right? Well I’m lonely too. I have no friends here. So what do you say? If friends is too much right now, we can just be lunch buddies”

Wilbur scans the boy with his eyes. Eret’s been nice to them, he didn’t question why Techno wasn’t talking even once, he didn’t gloat about having a burger king lunch. After a cautionary glance to his brother, Wilbur nods “Okay. Lunch buddies”

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So maybe school wasn’t so bad, he had been able to understand all the work during the final two periods and the weather wasn’t bad either. It was like they’d got ten times luckier after meeting Eren? Eret? They’d only met him once! How was he supposed to remember his name?

Approaching L’manburg, the first thing they saw was Phil very carefully helping Tommy down off a roof. Wilbur consciously decided that he wouldn’t ask how he got up there.

“How was school?”

Phil sighed as he tried to clean all the mud off the youngest brother’s uniform, it was no use though, it would need to be cleaned as soon as they got home.

“We made a friend Phil, one that’ll actually talk to us in school” Placing his hands on his hips, Techno gloated about this great achievement, even though he hadn’t really been the one to do any of the talking. Even so, it was an achievement, they were making progress.

“Wait for real?” Phil grinned and ran over to the two, giving them a big hug, which was quickly joined in on by Tommy who followed Phil towards them and cuddled into them as well.

To keep him from running off while they were all distracted, Phil picked up Tommy and carried him on his hip, thankfully the boy always seemed to love being carried so he just seemed to giggle and chatter about random things, trying to tell Wil and Techno every single thing he had done that day in a single breath. Phil honestly wondered whether Tommy would grow out of being about to be picked up or if he’d realise he was only being carried to stop him running off first, either way when that day finally comes he’d need a new solution to the boys everlasting energy.

“Tell me about it! Are they nice? You should have them over for dinner one of the days” Phil grinned as they walked towards a drained fountain, sitting on the edge like a fence, Tommy happily atop Phil’s lap.

“If they’re not nice, tell me and I can stab them!”

“Tommy! Who did you learn that from?”

“...Okay anyway, he’s called Eret, he’s a bit weird but he seems nice. I think he’s like foreign or something because he had a pin with some flag on-”

“Wilbur- Oh my god you Idiot, that was a bi pin”

Phil watched as the twins made a shared recount of what had happened, butting in every five minutes to correct each other about how it had really happened. Proud was an understatement, Phil could physically feel his heart swell as he listened to them talk about this kid. All he had ever wanted for them was a happy life, school life had always been something they were extremely passive about, it made him so glad the two had someone at school they could look forward to seeing.

“You know I’m really pleased with you two, you’re doing so well. Make sure you’re nice to that boy though”

“Hey Phil did you know that I have lots of friends too?” Tommy had propped himself up onto his knees and was looking around his older brothers, clearly not liking that the attention wasn’t on him anymore now that Wil and Techno were back.

“Tommy! Vice president of L’Manburg, Of course you are super popular! You’re the greatest ever!” Techno chuckled as he bent forwards and tickled Tommy's arms, making him squirm all about.

It was becoming an awfully common occurrence now, the dream team were back and they weren’t even trying to be sneaky this time.

Wilbur gave George a death glare, who was holding the hand of another boy who he hadn’t seen before, he looked about Phil’s age honestly. Wondering if they had brought their big brother to try and fight, Wilbur pulled Tommy into his lap and gestured for Phil to deal with the ‘dream team’.

He hated that he was actually getting used to calling them by their team name.

“Yeah no, What’s going on?”

Phil was quick to get up, walking towards the others. The younger ones -eg. Everyone except from this new boy- seemed to know him as ‘the responsible one’ by now and so they scowled when they saw him. Looking at them, Phil was sure it was them being little brats because he wouldn’t let them fight his brothers but really they just didn’t like that Phil so often ended their ‘game’.

“Hey! You must be Phil!”

Despite his immediate intimidating stature, this guy seemed overwhelmingly positive, he even pulled Phil into a hug upon greeting him.

Phil didn’t trust him, not one bit.

Nobody was this happy.

“Hey so my brothers have been talking about how they’ve been playing with your bunch recently, I just wanted to talk to you about why George has a scar on his face now”

He gestured to the boy beside him, presumably why he had been holding his hand. It had been meant as a friendly way to ask about what had been going on, as his family he deserved to know if his brother got into a fight right?

That’s not the way Phil took it though, he had already been distrusting of this weird overly intimidating, yet very positive, guy from the start. He didn’t even know his name and yet he had already been hugged by him. No doubt this was him trying to start a fight about the scar, he had every right to be concerned, he would be incredibly concerned if one of his brothers came home with a bloody cheek.

What this guy didn’t know though, was that Phil had every intention of defending his brothers.

Even the rock, while it was wrong to throw it, Wilbur had been provoked.

These kids were definitely rotten.

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