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wrote a little something inspered by this post by @artlesscomedic !! bedrock bros my beloved <3

Tommy never liked brushing his hair, so Technoblade didn't question how it was messier than usual. Tommy was always skinny, so Technoblade didn't question why he was skinnier than usual or why he ate more rabidly than usual. Tommy's always liked sewing, so Technoblade didn't question the many patches on his clothes made from his extra capes- or the slight burnt fabric around them. Tommy died a lot, so Technoblade didn't question why all his tools were stone or why he had so many scars and scrapes and cuts. He didn't question it, but he did care. He did worry. So he made Tommy shower. He cooked a big meal, Tommy's favorite. He gave Tommy gapples and health pots. He gave Tommy new clothes and the Antarctic Empire cape. He put his own cape back on, coming out of retirement should he have to fight for the boy. Things were good. It was nice, having company.

After a month, he decided to give Tommy a friendship emerald. He invited him to sit, and told him what they were and how it would work. An earring, with a couple of enchantments. Farspeach and regen. "But my ears aren't pierced," Tommy said. Techno shrugged, "I can pierce them for you." Something flashed in Tommy's eyes, so quick to disappear that Technoblade was sure it wasn't even there in the first place, especially since it wasn't the usual Tommyinnit look. It was... Empty. Sad. Scared. Techno immediately panicked, "We don't have to, I can make it into a necklace or a bracelet-" "Nah, I'm not a pussy! I want the earring!" The Tommyinnit facade was firmly back on. "Are you sure?" "Of course! I never doubt myself, I'm too cool." Techno laughed a bit, and laid out all the tools. He took Tommy through everything, explaining what everything does and cleaning everything. When he got to the actual piercing, he expected Tommy to flinch. To wince. To whine or complain or shout. Something. Not to sit there, so still and quiet, with a far off look. When everything was finished, he crouched down to look at him. "Tommy. Are you okay?" Tommy snapped to, "Psh, yeah! Of course Big T! Why wouldn't I be?" "Tommy I'm a soldier. I know what that look you had meant. That dissociation. Who did this to you?" He kept his voice gentle, but inside he was raging, the voices screaming, both needing to know who hurt this kid so deeply. The response was quiet, like he was afraid of summoning the perpetrator. "Dream. It was Dream." Technoblade nods gently, "Tommy, while you're with me, he will never do shit to you again. I promise." The tears fell silently, but fell all the same, and Techno opened his arms in an offer for a hug. Tommy accepted and sunk into his brothers arms, so relieved to finally be protected by someone and not something like the discs, not an idea like L'manberg. Someone was willing to protect him.

When Tommy had finally tired himself out and fallen asleep, Techno tasked the dogs with watching him. He put the Axe of Peace on his belt and went searching. Technoblade was going to make sure Dream never hurt his little brother again.

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[crownedaxo]

Pie, People, Patches, Pride

Niki smiles as she watched Ranboo and Phil enjoy her apple pie. She was a bit worried Ranboo wouldn't be able to eat it, but they seem to be doing fine. She's happy.

A movement next to her causes her to turn, and she sees Technoblade staring at her shoulder. 'Ah. Right. The L'Manberg patch.' "Why do you still wear it if you're an anarchist now?" He asks, knowing she caught his staring. It's a blunt question, but she appreciated it. She's tired of having to search for the meaning of layered, honey-coated words. She thinks about how to answer. "It's complicated. I know the country is what ruined everything but when it started out... we were happy. Having fun. Everyone was together. I miss that." She searches Technoblade's face for any sign of anger, "I can take it off if you want-" "No, no that's fine, Niki. I get it, to be honest. Phil and I still wear our Antarctic Empire patches on our capes. We had so much fun then. As long as you know it was the people you were with that made you happy, and not having power over others." Niki's shock from Techno talking about the Antarctic Empire days turns into a soft smile and she places a hand on his shoulder, "I do." Techno gives her a wide smile and a heavy pat on the back, "I'm proud of you, Niki. You've been through so much and you've come so far." "So have you. And I'm proud of you for it."

The two change the subject to something happier, funnier, and laugh as they load up on pie. Niki is happy. Niki is healthy. Niki is home.

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[crownedaxo]

Nether Babies

If Phil had a nickel for every time someone he loved came back from the Nether with a child he would have three nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's so fucking weird it happened three times.

The first time was Kristin. She needed to go home to visit her parents, two old brutes living in a crimson forest a ways away from the portal. Phil knew she could care for herself, she grew up as a piglin brute, but he still worried. Especially since she gets portal sickness. So she packed up and Wilbur and Tommy, a 5 year old and a baby at the time, each waved their mother goodbye. Phil was okay caring for the two kids himself. Mostly. Wilbur was an evil little shit, and Tommy was clingy as hell, but he handled. He started to worry when the day Kristin was supposed to come back came and passed. He tried to remind himself that she's definitely okay and could kick the ass of anything threatening her but the worry and fear didn't stop. He stayed up while the boys slept. In the morning, he heard the portal activate, and when he saw his wife step through he almost cried in relief. Almost. There was soft sniffing, but it wasn't from him. Kristin was holding a small piglin child, not even a brute, a little older than Wilbur, about 6 or 7. He had longer pink hair and a few scrapes and scars, and he was shivering from the temperature difference from the Nether and Overworld. Phil also noticed he was unusually pale. A gash was on the boys chest and zombification was setting in. The two parents raced to disinfect, clean, and dress the gash, then gave the boy a harming potion and golden apple. As they did so, Kristin explained how she had found the boy in a crimson forest being chased by a hoglin. Wilbur watched intently the whole time and when he saw how the boy shivered as he ate the gapple, he raced to his room and grabbed a red blanket. He draped it around the shivering piglin like a cape and smiled. The boy stopped his sniffling. Wilbur then had grabbed a hairbrush, deciding the little piglin's rats nest needed taking care of. He fell asleep as Wilbur brushed through his hair, and the two parents cooed at the sight. In the morning, the boy was asked his name, and he just shook his head indicating he had none. Kristin offered 'Technoblade', which Phil recognized as 'King of Blood' in Piglin. Technoblade nodded happily to the name, and Wilbur, knowing piglin from his mother, giggled and crafted a paper crown for his new brother. From that moment the two became inseparable, and Phil gained another child.

The second time was a 16 year old Technoblade. He had told Phil he needed to make a supply run for some potion ingredients and wanted to go through the Nether as a shortcut to a village that had some great deals. He wanted to do it himself too, and Kristin had agreed that he was ready. Phil loaded him up with potions and food and anything he could need. The Nether is a dangerous place and as amazing Techno is at PVP, Phil wanted to take no chances. When he finally let his son go through the portal, Kristin, 14 year old Wilbur, and a 9 year old Tommy waving next to him, he prayed to the Void that Techno would return on time and safe. That didn't happen. The day he was supposed to return, the portal stayed dormant. It took all of Kristin's effort to stop him from going out and looking. "He probably got distracted. He's fine." And a day later, she was proven right. The portal activated and Technoblade stepped out, not a scratch on him. What was on him though, was a child, about Tommy's age, 9 or 10, small, scared, and wearing Techno's crown. Phil recognized him as a hybrid of an enderman and something else. He had small bumps on his forehead and from Tommy's playdates with Tubbo, Phil could guess they were horns. He also had two tails, wrapped tightly around his leg in fear. Tears streamed from his eyes, burning his face, and there was a gash on his side. Techno hurriedly explained that he had found the boy in a warped forest running from a hoglin. Kristin, Techno, and Phil all raced to help the boy's injury, Techno having to feed him the regen and healing potions since he was the only one the boy trusted so far. Once the boy was safe and asleep in Tommy's bed, Techno talked with his parents about the trip. Phil thought back to how Kristin had found Techno and they laughed at the similarities. Techno told them about how to get the boy to trust him, he handed over his crown and said the kid could keep it, and how he liked the shiny object. In the morning, the boy introduced himself as Ranboo, which apparently meant rainbow in enderman. He also asked if Techno had a book, because he was missing his. Techno checked in his inventory and there it was, a book named 'DO NOT READ'. He handed it back to Ranboo who immediately started writing in it. When Phil asked what he was writing, he simply said "Memories." Once Ranboo had warmed up to the rest of the house, they learned of his bad memory and how he wrote everything down. He and Tommy had a playful rivalry, he made Techno a new crown out of paper, and he became fast friends with Tubbo when he came over. So Phil had a new addition to the family.

The third time was a 17 year old Ranboo (and Tubbo). The two had already gone off on their own along with Tommy and Wilbur but wanted to visit Phil, Kristin, and Techno who lived next door. Ranboo had forgotten something important and needed to get it fast, so Kristin and Techno had suggested a nether shortcut. Phil was instantly worried. Ranboo wasn't bad at fighting but he didn't like it and therefore didn't do it often enough to be super good at it. So Phil loaded him up with the best armor and potions and food, and did the same for Tubbo who volunteered to go along to keep Ranboo on track and safe, not that he was particularly amazing at fighting either. Techno and Kristin keep him from making Ranboo take too long, and they waved the boys off. Phil waits by the portal with some gear this time, and Kristin agrees that if they don't come back when they’re supposed to, that he can go looking for them. Thankfully, they come back on time. Holding a 3 year old piglin child who holds a chicken. Thankfully he's not hurt, but Ranboo and Tubbo are talking about how they found him in a dangerous spot and wanted to help him, so they rescued him with the blocks Phil had given them, and now they're going to adopt him. Phil couldn't help but laugh, Kristin joining him. The others looked at them in confusion and Phil managed to get out "This is the third time!" between laughs. "First Kristin bringing home Techno, then Techno bringing home Ranboo, and now this." The group spend the whole visit helping Michael adjust and Phil spoiled the heck out of his new grandson. Void, he's not that old, is he?

Three times Phil had to worry about someone he cared about going into a dangerous environment. Three times that dangerous environment didn't take but rather gave Phil a new family member. Maybe the Nether wasn't so bad.

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Nail Painting is Therapy Actually

Technoblade and Ranboo paint nails and talk therapy.

A hand pulls Ranboo’s finger out of his mouth where he had been biting at the nail. He turns to look at the piglin who did so. “Stop that,” Techno says. “You’ll regret it when you bite them too short.” Ranboo winces, knowing the feeling Techno mentions. “I wish I could stop,” the enderman hybrid says, focusing hard to not return the nail to his mouth. “Let me try something,” Techno says, grabbing Ranboo’s hand again and opening a nearby chest. He pulls out a small box which opens to reveal a bunch of tiny glass jars. “Pick a color.” “Um… Purple?” Techno grabs the purple jar of nail polish and opens it. “Painting our nails helps me and Phil. It definitely doesn’t work for everyone though, we tried doing it for Tommy but he just ate the nail polish.” Ranboo laughs at the mental image of Techno trying to wrestle Tommy’s hand down to paint his nails. “But I know part of the reason I don’t chew on my painted nails is because I don’t want to mess them up. Especially when Phil does a cool design. Do you want a design?” Ranboo hums as he thinks, “Maybe just polka dots?” “What color dots?” “Black. It would look nice on top of the purple.” Techno hums in agreement and starts painting. The silence is something neither of them can stand though, so they both try to start conversation at the same time, “What-” “How-” They both laugh and Techno nods, “You go first.” “What kind of designs does Phil do?” “He does simple shapes, like hearts or diamonds. His wife is better at nail designs than him but… y’know. Can’t exactly see her a lot.” Ranboo nods, thinking of the Goddess of Death and how she only gave her angel only one life. Out of love, he knows, Phil has lived so long, if he had any extra lives he might not ever see his wife again. “What kind of designs do you do?” “I like simple nails myself but I also like doing splatters or cracks.” Ranboo eyes Techno’s nails, red with gold crack designs, “They look cool.” Techno smiles wide, “Thank you.” Ranboo can almost picture a game pop up above Techno’s head, ‘You complimented Technoblade. Technoblade will now die for you!’ “I heard Karl is really good with nails,” the enderman hybrid says, and Techno hums, “I’ve heard that too. I think I saw his work on Dream once.” “What did they look like?” “Just plain black with green smileys on them. Looked real smooth though, and not wobbly.” Ranboo oo’s at the mental image and tries to make a mental note to ask Karl about that if he ever sees him. “Other hand.” Ranboo starts blowing on the finished nails to dry them, but the cold arctic air coming in through Techno’s open window definitely helps. “How has Michael been?” Techno asks, and Ranboo smiles fondly at the mention of his son. “He’s much more talkative now, thank you for teaching us Piglin and him Common.” “‘Course,” Techno says with a gentle happy tone, “I like having a native speaker to talk with. Phil’s accent is still horrible even after all his years of experience.” The two laugh and can faintly hear Phil’s loud dad sneeze next door. “I know you two are talking about me!” Their laughs die down and Techno asks another question, “And how’s Tubbo?” “Tubbo is Tubbo. Spending my money. But Tommy did manage to convince him to go to therapy. I think it’s going well.” “That’s good. I’ve been thinking about going myself but I don’t want to take time from someone who needs it more.” Techno finishes the other hand and Ranboo starts fanning them, “Techno I’m pretty sure Tubbo, Tommy, and I are the only ones going to therapy right now. Besides, you do need it. How ‘bad’ you need it shouldn’t affect you getting it.” Techno hums in thought as he puts the nail polish up. “I’ll talk to Puffy sometime this week then. But for now let’s get back to reading, yeah?” Ranboo nods in agreement and picks up his discarded book, ‘The Art of War.’ Techno said it might help him grow a spine. Techno picks up his book, ‘The Communist Manifesto.’ He promised Tubbo he’d read it. It’s interesting so far. The fire crackles and Ranboo admires his new nails. They look nice. He doesn’t want to mess them up.

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[crownedaxo]

Sleep? Never Heard of Her

College is kicking Techno’s ass.

Wilbur huffs, annoyed that his headphones are suddenly missing. Tommy has been out with friends all day and Phil has been at work, so that only leaves one possible thief. Technoblade. Wilbur marches up to his brother's door and bangs once before barging in, “Techno my head… phones…” The middle child’s rage dissipates as his eyes find his older brother. Techno is on his bed surrounded by heavy textbooks and thinning notebooks. There are several pens and pencils scattered on the floor and bed around the usual stuffed animals and a few laminated flash cards fall off the bed. However Techno, instead of having his face in these studying materials, is instead asleep, holding his stuffed pig. His flower patterned pajama pants are rolled up to the knees and the band tshirt has also been pushed up. The heat of the summer has the blankets on the floor, and his long pink hair is tied up in a bun. The bags under his eyes could probably carry the textbooks that caused them. The headphones Wilbur has been looking for, sure enough, are around Techno’s neck, and Wilbur can hear pop punk playing deafeningly loud from them. The younger brother sighs and quietly starts clearing the bed, being sure not to close any books so no page was lost. It seems college is kicking Techno’s ass. Wilbur takes the empty monster and red bull cans from the night stand and throws them in the recycle bin, then grabs a water bottle from the fridge and places it and a bottle of Advil on the nightstand. He’ll text Phil to pick up some healthy food on the way home, even if that means complaining from Tommy. Wilbur shuts the door quietly and jumps a bit at a knocking at the front door. “LET ME IN!” The youngest brother shouts, and Wilbur shuffles quickly to open the door and shush him. “Techno is asleep, shut up!” Tommy instantly changes into a whisper like Wil’s, “Finally? How long has it been?” “Too long,” Wil responds as the two brothers fall onto the couch. “I’m gonna ask Phil to pick up some chicken and salad on his way home.” Tommy whines, “Gross, I’m not eating that! Tell him to get pizza.” “No. Starve.” Tommy punches his brother in the shoulder. Wilbur punches back. They do this for two minutes. Thankfully quietly, knowing Techno would not appreciate being woken up by their fighting, and would probably suplex them both through the coffee table. Even if that meant Phil suplexing Techno through the window. Just a vicious cycle of suplexes. Wilbur delivers the last punch, “What did you and Tubbo do today?” Tommy is immediately distracted from their fight, “Oh it was so fun man we went to the arcade and I beat him at DDR.” Wilbur snorts, “That’s a fucking lie.” Tommy gasps quietly in offence, “How dare you Wil, I would never!” “Toms, you get winded climbing the stairs. Tubbo plays soccer at school. There’s no way you beat him in a very physically draining game.” Tommy huffs and chugs his diet coke he left on the coffee table yesterday. Gross. “I’ll have you know, Wilbur, I am incredibly capable. And I did beat him! Even if that was only because Ranboo and I kept pushing him off the pad.” Wilbur muffles his laugh with his sweater sleeve, “Wow Tommy, teaming with the enemy. You’ve changed, ‘Big Man’.” The offence on Tommy’s face is priceless. Wilbur wishes Techno could see it. 

When Phil comes back from work, he’s carrying a few bags as promised. “Tommy, come help me cook please.” Tommy groans in annoyance as he is yeeted off of the smash bros stage by Wilbur in the moment of distraction. “Fine. I don’t even like this food.” “Uh huh,” Phil says with an amused smile. The two blondes set to work in the kitchen, falling into a pleasant rhythm. Tommy ends up doing most of the cooking since Phil has to keep Wilbur out of the kitchen for fear of a fire, but Tommy’s the best cook anyway and he enjoys it, so it’s fine. On another one of Wilbur’s arson attempts, Techno’s door opens, and attention turns to him. He’s a mess of hair and eye bags. “I’m gonna take a shower, no one use the water.” “I’m cooking though, Tech.” “Sounds like a you problem, Toms.” The two brothers lovingly flip each other off, and Techno grabs a towel from the hall closet. Once the running water is heard, Wilbur turns to Phil, “He’s been awake for like 32 hours and only slept like 3 hours.” Phil sighs, “I don’t even know if it’s stress or insomnia at this point. He has an appointment soon to get better meds because he said his insomnia ones weren’t working and he hates the adderall, but I don’t know what will help.” Tommy waves the knife he was using to cut the chicken around, “I know what’ll help. Going to that college and beating up the professors. But no, no one wants to use the Tommyinnit method.” Phil laughs quietly, “Oh trust me, we want too. It just won’t help.” “What if we knock him out, I steal his clothes and wear a wig, and go for him for a bit?” Phil bonks Wilbur, “You know he freaks about missing lectures, and I know you’ll fall asleep and not take notes.” “That’s not a no!” “Food’s done,” Tommy says, and the shower water sound stops. Fucking psychic, Techno is. Techno is out and dressed as soon as Phil is done plating. “Welcome back mate. Did you sleep well?” Techno shrugs and takes his plate to the couch. “Techno, play smash bros with me! Wilbur keeps cheating!” “I don’t cheat you little shit I’m just better than you!” “No one is better than me. Big Man. Tommyinnit. The legend.” Techno silently grabs a controller, and the other three would be worried at the quietness if they didn’t know how too much time studying fries Techno’s brain too much for him to properly formulate words, and the stuttering and grasping for a forgotten word is incredibly embarrassing to him since he’s usually so eloquent. So the two brothers play a few rounds, Techno taking bites of salad in between kicking his brother’s ass. The plates are cleaned and Tommy reluctantly gives up. Phil talks quietly to Techno, “Are you gonna go back to studying?” A nod. “Can I stop you at all?” Shake of the head. “Do you wanna use us as body doubles?” Another nod. Wilbur chimes in, “You can keep using my headphones too.” “Oh, Techno, did yours break again?” A small nod. “I’ll add a new pair to the shopping list then. Go get your work. I’ll be here if you need help.” Techno drags out his many textbooks and drops one flat on Tommy where he’s laying on the floor. “Ow, what the fuck Tech!?” Tommy receives a middle finger in response which he of course returns. Techno does not need words to bully his brother. He uses Tommy as a table on the floor as Tommy just keeps losing in smash bros to Phil. 

An hour later, the floor bros are asleep, and Phil drapes blankets over them and places pillows beneath their heads. Who knows when they’ll sleep again if he tries to move them and they wake up? Phil and Wilbur climb into their own beds and soon join the two sleepy bois. Thankfully, Techno is still asleep when Phil gets up for work in the morning. He slips a note next to his face, ‘You don’t have a lecture today :) -phil’ That should stop his groggy brain from freaking out, and Phil is off to work. 

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FAMILIAR FACES

Watson watches the young boy sputter and cough on the alcohol given to him. “Why did I come to this country?” He mutters to himself, knowing full well why. He looks at the laughing king, at his familiar yet unfamiliar face. The face of his old friend, the blood god, his son. It wasn’t Technoblade, he knows that, Techno would probably have hated this guy, but it was close enough to bring some comfort to the Angel of Death. He sighs. “Tubbo- Uh, Jackie. Here.” He hands the boy a mug of root beer. It wasn’t water but it wasn’t alcohol. He goes back to preparing for the fight, giving the emerald earring in his pocket a squeeze for luck. He jumps when someone speaks behind him, “Good luck out there, Philza.” He snaps his head to look at whoever had blown his cover- “Ranboo?” The enderman hybrid shakes their head, “No. Just Ran. I’m rooting for you, Watson.” Philza watches as purple particles replace where the gladiator had been standing. That explains how they had snuck up on him. He pushes down the questions of why three look alikes were all in the same place. He’s here to win the battle and stay by Techno’s- ...By the king’s side, as a general. He shifts his wings under his shirt and nervously flits his eyes around. This place was weirder than he thought.

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[crownedaxo]

STOWAWAY

Sir Billiam cackles as he rides the stolen horse out of the barren city. This wasn’t his usual way of making money. Usually he would take time to extort the poor, but it was between him or those bandits so he took what his cart could carry and ran. He grabbed a fresh horse on the way out and didn’t look back, not that anyone would chase him anyway, the sheriff was incompetent. The moon rises and he stops for the night. He’s still a couple of days away from the new mansion… He opens the cart and looks around for his food barrel. He should have some bread stored. Opening the barrel, he finds a child who shakes his malnourished body in fear, dirt surrounding his eyes and making him look like a raccoon.. “Wha- Who are you? How did you get in my ca- HAVE YOU BEEN EATING MY FOOD?” The apple cores and bread crumbs at the bottom of the barrel answer the question for him. “Please, I’ll do anything just please don’t throw me out I have nowhere to go-” “Anything?” The child nods and Billiam runs through his options. He could let him go and he could tell the whole town the direction he was going. He could kill him and leave the body for some rando to find. Or… “What’s your name?” “I- I don’t have one, my parents weren’t alive long enough to give me one.” One more moment of thought. “I won’t throw you out, but you will have to work for menow. You will be my butler. You will serve me and do as I say and I will teach you and care for you, and if you betray me I will throw you out into the wild.” “Thank you, thank you I’ll never betray you sir.” Billiam waves his hand, “Yeah yeah, just don’t talk to me.” He pushes past the orphan to grab the bread behind him. He splits it in half and hands half to the boy, who hesitantly grabs it and crawls out of the barrel. “Do… Do I get a name?” Billiam sighs, “I suppose… Your name shall be… Butler.” Butler nods and bites into the bread, tearing into it like an animal. When the boy falls asleep in the back of the cart, Billiam covers him with a rug. A small voice echoes in his head, “Welcome home, Theseus.”

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TATTOO

It was late at night when Philza got a knock on his door. Worry filled him. Had Techno woken up from hibernation for some reason? Did Ranboo need help with something? Or Niki? He ran downstairs and answered the door quickly. Standing there, however, was a boy with brown hair shivering in a multicolored hoodie. He vaguely remembered Ranboo talking about him. “Karl? What are you- how did you even-” “Philza I need your help.” He paused and worriedly looked around. No one was outside, and the snow was heavy. He ushered Karl into his house and shut the door, then sat the boy down at the table. “How did you find this place?” He asked a bit harshly, since no one was supposed to know where Techno lived. He still began digging through chests to find a blanket. The boy was going to freeze. “I’m not entirely sure. I don’t… I don’t remember actually.” Phil chuckled under his breath, “That seems to be a growing theme. What do you need from me then, do you remember that?” Karl nodded as a blanket was draped around him. “I need tattoos. You’re centuries old and have been all over the place, right? To other SMPs and other servers, you must have heard of something.” Phil gave Karl a worried look, “You came all the way out here for tattoos?” “Please, Philza, it’s important,” Karl had a desperate look in his eyes and looked like he would cry if turned down. Phil sighs, “Alright. I may have seen a thing or two. What kind of tattoo?” Karl rolled up his sleeve quickly, “Text, right here. I need to have a tattoo that says Sapnap and Quackity’s names and who they are to me.” Phil raised an eyebrow, “Can I ask why?” Karl pulled the blanket tight around him and began shaking from something other than the cold. Maybe fear? “I’m forgetting, Phil. Slowly, I’m forgetting things. I call them by the wrong names sometimes, their faces blur together. I called Sapnap James this morning. I don’t want to forget them, Philza.” Phil wiped away the tears streaming down Karl’s face. He had no idea who James was or why Karl was forgetting things, but he could see how upset it made him. “I can do the tattoos. They are going to hurt though,” He warned, knowing it wouldn’t deter the boy. “I don’t care.” The older man nodded and went through his chests again, taking out some ink and a clean needle. “What should the relationship be? I doubt you want to be fiances forever.” “Soulmates,” Karl whispered, “They’re my soulmates. I always seem to find them.” Phil had no idea what that meant, but he set to work, sitting at the table and dipping the needle in the ink. It took all night, especially with Karl’s phobia of needles, but by morning, Karl had ‘Sapnap & Quackity, Soulmates’ tattooed on his forearm. He thanked Phil profusely and asked how he could repay him. “You got any totems?” Karl nodded and opened his enderchest, handing over one of the totems he got from Sapnap a while back, when he and Dream still hung out and went exploring. Phil watched him leave after pointing him towards the nether portal. He hoped the kid would be okay.

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[crownedaxo]

When Ur Trauma Makes U A Mom LOL

This fic uses a feminine term for Tubbo (mom), so if that makes you uncomfy please don't read! This isn't going to be him changing is pronouns/gender, just using a single non-masculine term due to trauma ruining the masculine term. Please don't read if you're sensitive to alcoholism, child abuse, or Schlatt in general. 

Tubbo leans his head on Ranboo's shoulder as the enderman reads to their son. It's the first night at the mansions, and Michael is a little anxious about the new environment. He's slowly drooping his eyes at Ranboo's deep voice though. Ranboo closes the book and Tubbo gets up and kisses Michael's forehead, "Goodnight honeybee." Ranboo copies his actions and Michael makes sleepy grabby hands at them, "Da..." The two parents instantly perk up, Michael has been copying their noises more lately, trying to speak common instead of piglin. "That's right," Ranboo says happily, "Dada's." Michael smiles, "Dadadada!" Tubbo watches with complete affection, but notices his slight disconnection with the scene. Michael calms down and Ranboo tucks him in, and the parents leave the room. They manage to get to their own room without getting lost, mostly thanks to the signs they had to place with directions. The two slip into the bed, lights turned off except for a lamp on Ranboo's nightstand he uses to write in his memory book. Tubbo runs the scene with Michael over in his head. 'Da.'

"Dad?" The stench of alcohol. "Dad it's me!" Yelling, crashing, horns, darkness, running, a regen potion. "Dad please-" "Don't you fuckin' call me that. I'm not a damn father."

Tubbo shakes his head to rid himself of the memories. Ranboo looks at him confusedly. "I don't wanna be a dad." Ranboo's eyes open wide at that and Tubbo races to correct himself, "I mean, not like that, I want to be Michael's parent I just don't wanna be... his dad. If that makes sense." Ranboo scoots closer to his husband, who leans on him again, "So is this a gender thing, or?" "No its more like..." Tubbo trails off as he thinks about how to phrase it, "I didn't have the best dad, as a kid. It was Schlatt, so. But I don't... My horns are curling now that I'm getting older and everything... I just don't want to be like him." Ranboo hums, "I think I get it. So what would you rather Michael call you? Mom?" Tubbo laughs a little, "Yeah, sure. Now he has a mom." They laugh and Ranboo writes the new memory in his book before the two drift into sleep.

#crownedaxo writes #dont wanna main tag this actually

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