#hybrid!ranboo

[astraymetronome]

I finished the first chapter the night before this was posted. I'm busy all day today so I can't really take time to post it so I opted to schedule it the night before.

This is a gift for @cyncerity and I do plan to write a few more chapters. It's my own play on their trapped Wilbur au so I hope you enjoy it. I'm calling this Of Starlings and Confines but the tag will just be #Starling AU since it's a little bit of a long title.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Also if anyone wants @'d when new chapters come out. Repost it so I know.

The soft cardigan that draped over his shoulders was enough to tell Tommy he was safe. He had barely managed to make this from Friend’s wool before everything went to hell. It was going to go lay it on the grave he’d made for the ghost but he couldn’t bring himself to do away with it. After all, he didn’t have a chance to see him. Wilbur and Niki had taken the sheep before he even found the sheep’s reborn body. 

On top of this the cape techno had left with him had been turned into a cover for his wings. The avian hybrid knew full well that, if given the chance, Dream would try to cut them off in a heartbeat. He brushed his blond from his eyes, narrowly missing the scar that adorned his forehead. His tail swished as he quietly fettled with his khakis and ruined green bandana that was tied around a belt loop. 

The 16-year-old knew he shouldn’t be doing this, let alone when Dream was on the loose, but he had to check on Boo and Tubbo. They may not be on the best terms as of right now but he had to know they were safe from that fucker’s greed. He wasn’t going to let anyone else get hurt from the stupid obsession. The dreamon wasn’t going to be allowed to do any more harm to any of them. He stepped from his dirt shack, running his hands through his messy curls before he let his wings spread. The wind blew through each feather, allowing his instincts to sing at the long-abandoned desire for 5 years. He hadn’t brought himself to return to the sky despite how much Philza had begged him. 

Flying had sadly become a trigger for his PTSD. He hated it considering flying was once a desired release. Dream had taken it from him by clipping his flight feathers and threatening to remove his wings altogether if he attempted to fly once they grew back. It was an endless cycle of having them retired before he even got to use new flight feathers. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure he could still fly after all this time. 

Ignoring his inner dialogue, the blonde let his wings beat almost to the rhythm of a heart before he fluttered into the air. It wasn’t graceful like his dad had once described his flight pattern and instinct, but the sensation of wind and the air brushing under and over feathers was peaceful. He could feel the cape over his shoulders getting in the way of his wings despite being decently pinned. He felt glad he’d done that so at least instead of trapping air or interrupting his flight they instead rested in between his shoulder blades and fell, following the space, past his scapulars.

Each stroke of his pinions brought him closer to his destination and the duo’s home. He knew the husbands would probably be against seeing him, considering Boo didn’t act anything like Ranboo did. Tubbo refused to let him around them since he didn’t want his platonic lover's ghost to disappear. Tommy just needed to make sure they were safe and warn them about the risk Dream opposed to them getting back at him. 

No matter how mad he get at that smiling blob of a fucking person he refused to take it out on anyone but him or not at all. Puffy’s therapy had taught him enough to grow healthy coping mechanisms but.. Well of course this had to ruin his weekly visits upon escaping since Puffy couldn’t handle having her son released. The ewe had mixed feelings after he caused Techno to be dragged into Pogtoupia’s beef which led to her youngest child’s death. 

Tommy hated going into the rabbit hole of his own thoughts but at least it distracted him from the fear bubbling in his stomach. The nagging fear that bubbled in his abdomen, flooded forward and gave a sensation of nausea that shot through every fiber of his being. He did his best to hide it deep down just like he did with most things. This wasn’t something he could hope or wish away like some of his feelings. 

As he got closer, the distant sounds of shouting and seemingly an argument reached his space. Being this high in the air he really shouldn’t be able to hear it but, if they were this loud, something had to be wrong. He broke into a hover, letting his wings slow down into a glide as he made his way down to them. It was hard to get down quickly without just dropping his weight so this was the next best option. 

Once his sneakers reached the brush, grass and moss being crushed under his weight, the teen stepped forward. It was rather refreshing to hear Toby even if he wasn’t in a good mood. The ghostly echo that seemed to speak in response wasn’t very surprising considering the connection Boo had still attached to his spouse. Nothing could kill the bond they both had, Tommy wished he could have experienced the same thing even after exile. 

“We can’t just let that bastard have our son! Goddamnit Ranboo!” His goat friend yelled out, Tommy could see how Boo kept stepping in front of Tubbo as he yelled towards if not behind the ghost. He sighed moving forward and into view of the couple. He wasn’t surprised as the fellow hybrid looked over the enderman’s shoulder and towards him. The half-blind teen simply glared in his direction before the insatiable happened. 

“Tommy! The homeless Teletubby stole Michael!” Tommy could feel his blood run cold at this. He’d been too late to stop that fuckers actions and the choice to take it out on others who no longer had a part in this. He felt a snarl press against his lips and cross his face as he turned. 

“Which way did he go.” He found himself mumbling.

“There is no-” Boo began but Tommy refused to let him finish.

“Where the fuck did he take your son!” The blonde shouted, watching as Tubbo’s eyes lit up for a moment, only a moment, as his hand pointed towards the east. Tommy didn’t even take a second to consider his options before he let his wings open and brought himself up above the trees, propelling himself in that direction. No matter how long the two of them planned to hate or dislike him, he refused to let Michael be a victim. 

He knew Boo would be mad but he didn’t care. Tommy needed to keep Michael safe when Ranboo would be eager to see him if, no, once he was back from the afterlife. He was quick to rush, his dark wings weren’t well adjusted for hiding in the dark unlike his brother’s. Wilbur’s wings had white slats that had some dark brown or black shading. He thought they were beautiful in comparison to his black primaries and bright red flight feathers. His own wingspan of 7 feet seemed to dwarf his size but it really wasn’t. In comparison to his body, when spread out, they looked proper and reminded him of Phil’s crow-based wings. He wasn’t actually aware of the bird his were based on. He knew the immortal knew but he’d never really gotten to bring it up. 

He watched the ground, much like a hawk searching for a rabbit or something along those lines. Unlike a hawk, he was well aware of what he needed to find, not a victim to instincts and a need for food, unlike the well-known predator. Tommy refused to let himself be swallowed up by stupid nature, he wasn’t going to lose himself to it. 

He was unaware of how long it took for him to take notice of pink and white. Without another hesitation he dropped, landing roughly and accidentally causing the small child to scare. The moment the three-year-old’s white eyes landed on his form, the small snort that left him as crying started caused his heart to lurch in panic. He couldn’t believe Dream would consider harming this angel.

“Hey, Big Mike.” Tommy whispered as his arms wrapped around the child’s body, his wings moving to hug him as well. He refused to let him go as the pigling squirmed to be held higher. He tucked the child on his hip, listening as he muttered something in enderspeak. He wasn’t proficient in the language, unable to learn more after Ranboo’s passing.

“Scared. Taken. Green. Blob.” It honestly made no sense to him but he knew what Micheal meant by the green blob. He could feel a growl forming in his throat as he carefully juggled the toddler's body. His hands held him protectively as he moved the cape, uncliping it as he used it to slightly swaddle him. He knew the small boar would like the texture considering he remembered how Techno used to wrap him in one of his own capes. 

Tommy heard something, his slightly pointed ears swiveling as he glanced around. His grip grew more possessive and protective as he looked for the cause. He had this sneaking feeling it was going to be who he thought it was. Dream had no reason to back up or leave. The avian had no armor or weapons on him and he was sure that he would at least need to survive long enough to get Micheal to Tubbo. 

He shook as he glared before his sharp eyes took notice of the small white form on the floor. He wasn’t used to seeing Dream’s blob form. He knew the dreamon was well versed in transformation magic but… this was different. The asshole never entered this form unless he was around George or Sapnap. Tommy lifted him up, with some hesitancy, before hastily dropping him into his pocket and making his way towards the small piglin’s home. He had to get him home before he could take care of this. 

His interest was peaked and, if Tommy was honest, having a chance to take the dreamon back to prison for once and for all, was too important to give up.

#Starling AU #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt g/t #mcyt tommyinnit #mcyt tubbo #mcyt ranboo #vore will be in a later chapter #i'ma sucker for buildup #avian!tommy #hybrid!tommy #hybrid!tubbo #hybrid!ranboo #technically hybrid!boo #hybrid!micheal #demon!dream #tiny!dream #dream smp #discduo #be prepared for angst #trapped wilbur au #rewrite? #kinda

[screechingsandwichhologram]

okay if i dont get this out i will explode but

the white half of c!ranboo is a shapeshifter. they don't know how to like activate it or anything and don't even know it exists but when they feel comfy or something then they will subconsciously shapeshift into something more similar to the other person.

so like enderman/ram/human hybrid when he's married to tubbo. during the artic commune / syndicate stuff he's a enderman/piglin/human hybrid or an enderman/crow/human hybrid. his skin becomes pinker and he grows tusks when he's with Michael. when he hangs out with tommy he grows flowers in his hair.

#gwaaahhhh i was thinking about peer pressure duo and this all day i was STRUGGLING during school #anyway this is canon to my lore btw. cause. cause. eros is a shapeshifter and fluff #also they are always an enderman hybrid they can't change that part #also i like to imagine that their hair just changes texture to best work with whatever hair style they want but he just. doesn't notice #c!ranboo #ranboo #dsmp #dsmp headcanon #dsmp characters #c!ranboo headcanon #cranboo #cranboo headcanon #headcanon #rain feathers dsmp

[beansthough]

Ch.6 {Blind as a Bat, Sneaky as a Snake}

|Ch.1|Ch.2|Ch.3|Ch.4|Ch.5|Ch.7|

Cw/Tw: fear, fear of discovery, fear of death, v0re mention, injury, hurt character

Wilbur groaned as he woke up with the worst headache of his life. He struggled to get out of bed when Techno called for breakfast.

It had been a couple of weeks since the incident. He hadn’t been sleeping the best and he had been staying out late. The Drider from the cave was the star in many of his bad dreams of late and sometimes even Tommy, but Wilbur knew that was just his instincts in the back of his brain. He and Tommy and grown back together the way they were before, or perhaps even closer now.

And if any fears of the naga remained after the dream, they would be disintegrated into dust the moment Wilbur went to visit Tommy for the day. However, the more Wilbur stayed away from home, his twin seemed to be growing more and more agitated with him being gone.

So what if he skipped a few of his chores to be with Tommy longer? And yeah he guesses he has missed a couple of dinners with the family by staying out pass dark, but he didn’t miss that many...

Wilbur let out a sigh of defeat. He knows he’s driving his family nuts. He knows that they only worry for him because they care. He’s probably been driving their familial instincts insane. Wilbur could only imagine his poor father when he didn’t return when expected.

His brother began to question him more, hating that he was making their father worried. But Wilbur reassured him that everything was fine, and it was.

Until Wilbur found Techno following him to the clearing.

He had just started to travel over when he heard to familiar heavy footsteps behind him. Anyone other person would probably not have heard a thing, but when you’ve lived with the leader of the guard everyday of your life, you unconsciously learn your brother’s footsteps.

Instead of heading to the clearing, Wilbur changed his course and began gathering nuts and seeds in his satchel. After about ten minutes he felt his brother’s presence leave him.

Wilbur found he had a new fear.

The guard wasn’t ever Wilbur’s favorite topic. His brother always wanted him to join but he always declined. He had much better ways to spend his day that didn’t involve training all day.

But this wasn’t about something so simple as Wilbur joining. It was much worse.

Wilbur’s worst nightmares were about the guard. But specifically it was about them finding Tommy.

Wilbur let out a long sigh and he opened his bedroom door, shaking the thoughts from his mind. He stumbled into the Kitchen and sat down in his chair.

As he swallowed his breakfast he noticed his sore throat. He let out a cough and his head pounded harder. He laid his head down absorbed in his own misery.

His father clearing his throat brought him back to reality. He hadn’t even noticed that his dad and Techno were eve there.

“Mate, are you feeling alright?” His father's concern was leaking out of his very being.

He sniffled and nodded his head. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He slurred.

Techno let out a disbelieving grunt and gave a look to Phil.

“I’m not so sure mate...” Phil walked over and felt his son’s head. Wilbur leaned into the cool touch.

“I think you need to rest today, Wil.” Wilbur let out a hum of acknowledgement. He did need to rest but he could do that with Tommy.

“I’m sure I’m fine.” Wilbur mumbled as his abruptly stood up, only to lose his balance and fall into his father’s awaiting arms.

“Alright Mate, back to bed. You need to stay home today.” Phil handed Wilbur to Techno and his twin carried him back to his room and laid him down on his soft blankets.

His father immediately hovering over him like the protective bird he was. Caring for his fever and sore throat. Maybe he did need to stay home today. He didn’t want to get Tommy sick after all.

He would have to apologize to the snake later, for now he slept in the warm caring embrace of his family.

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Ranboo always loved to go on a nice flight and stretch his wings. What he didn’t like was making a wrong turn here and there and ending up lost.

He wasn’t great with directions. He had always had a bad memory with these kinds of things. He knew of and has been to the many places of the forest like the creek and mushroom grove many times before, but he’s usually with other people.

It’s also not his fault that his eyesight wasn’t the best. He was more nearsighted than most, but that was just one of the many challenges of being a bat hybrid. But maybe he should try to improve on his skill of echolocation, or remember to wear his glasses. Tubbo had made them just for him, but like most things Ranboo forgets them.

He’s gotten lost before, but he always makes it home in the end. If his echolocating doesn’t do the trick, the many tiny signs pointing to the village will eventually lead him there. It’s just frustrating to be having fun one minute and find that your completely lost the next. Then to spend the next couple of hours to find his way back.

They knew they should of waited tell tomorrow. Tubbo would’ve been free to come with him instead of working on his latest project. But the itch in Ranboo’s wings only grew and he fell to his urge to fly.

So here he was in a random clearing in the woods. There was nothing that special about it from what he could tell. Just a few stones and mushrooms here and there. The rest was a thick blanket of moss and grass. Tree limbs stretched just far enough over to cover just the right amount of sun from the floor below.

One word came to mind as he looked at his slightly blurry setting. Peaceful.

Ranboo sighed and sat down on a mossy stone to rest. He supposed there could be worst places to get lost.

They were startled out of their peace when one of the branches above gave out a loud creek.

He looked up to the tree tops above and gasped. It appeared to be a bundle of white flowers. One’s that grow from pear trees. Ranboo’s stomach rumbled from the realization.

Even if they couldn’t find and ripe fruit to eat, the nectar would be a delicious snack.

Ranboo stretched his wings wide and took off towards the white blob. Their suspensions were found correct as he landed gracefully on the branch and dove his face directly into the delicate flowers.

He didn’t notice the prying eyes just a little further up above.

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Tommy was throughly disappointed. Wilbur didn’t show up today. While this wasn’t the first time he’s missed a day, it still made Tommy miss his brother.

A couple of hours had passed when Wilbur would’ve usually arrived when he heard movement on the forest floor. Had he just come late?

His heart leapt in excitement. He hid his scales in the shade of the branches of an old pear tree. He carefully watched the ground of the clearing, getting into pounce position.

There.

He barely had time to hold himself back from dropping out of the tree. Instead of the mouse who he had grown so familiar with, it was instead a bat.

Tommy immediately shrunk back higher in the tree, keeping still and flat against the branches. But he couldn’t help but get a peak at the creature before him.

He had seen him around the forest before. Only this time he was on his own. No Bee hybrid or even the moth or the shrew.

No one but Wilbur had been to this area of the forest before. It made Tommy a little nervous.

He watched the little black and white figure wander around for a short while before he sat and rested on a stone.

He liked to watch this one occasionally. He was quiet while he was in his group, and always loomed behind them in the back ground. But they also were quick to throw in a witty joke or give anyone a helping hand.

But the question still remained… Why was he here?

Tommy leaned further forward to try and get a better look when suddenly the branch groaned under his shifting weight.

The little bat looked up and let out a loud gasp. Tommy’s heart stopped.

He ducked back behind the leaves his mind going a mile a minute.

Did they see him?

He heard the small flutter of wings coming his way.

Wait. That wasn’t right… shouldn’t they be flying away?

Tommy slowly peaked over the limb once more to see the bat face first in a bundle of white flowers. He had no idea how they didn’t see him.

The naga stayed still for awhile, content to watch the bat enjoy his meal, but his curiosity soon got the better of him.

And Tommy was rather lonely without his brother around…

“Hey you…” Tommy whispered out. The bat jumped up looking around. The naga stayed out of sight.

“Me?” The bat questioned. Still looking around squinting his eyes.

“Yeah… Do you like the flowers?” The naga didn’t have much practice in conversation with anyone who wasn’t Wilbur. His nervousness for even talking to the bat didn’t help either.

“Uh, yes I do.” The winged hybrid replied. He made a panicked face and nervously looked around once more. “These aren’t your flowers I hope… I’m sorry if they are.”

Tommy couldn’t help but laugh at that. His flowers? If anything they were the lady of the forest’s flowers. Not his.

And Tommy didn’t think that she cared if the bat ate from the flowers. If anything it was encouraged. Her forest was meant to protect and provide.

“No, those aren’t my flowers.” The child laughed. The little hybrid seemed a bit relieved, but a light blush covered the smaller’s cheeks.

“Well sorry anyways.” The bat kept his gaze to the branch below with a nervous smile, wringing is clawed hands together, his wings creating a makeshift safety blanket.

Tommy took this time to really analyze the bat hybrids features. They looked to be about the same age as Tommy, black and white wings attached to either arm, and large pointy ears nestled in with their fluffy two toned hair. If Tommy really focused on his face he could see the slightest glimpse of two little fangs poking over their bottom lip.

Tommy brightened at that last detail. They matched.

“I’m Tommy!” He introduced himself. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Ranboo…” Ranboo looked up once more and looked around. “Uh I’m sorry, I don’t have the best eyesight… Where are you?”

“I’m around…” Is all the same supplied. Ranboo let out a snort.

“That’s not a very good answer.” They laughed. “Well a big man like myself likes his privacy! Unlike someone like you, Ranboob…” Tommy faked annoyance.

Ranboo let out an unamused squawk at the poor nickname. “That’s not my name.” He shook his head with disappointment. “That wasn’t even that good!” They groaned.

“Ha! That good! That proves that it was at least a little good!” The naga bragged out with a smug grin.

Ranboo let out a chittering laugh. Tommy beamed in his amusement. After their laughter died down Ranboo asked a question.

“What are you even doing out here? Are you looking for the village?” Tommy looked down at the bat who was happily eating from the flowers again. Tommy was terrible at lying.

But he didn’t have to lie… he could just be vague.

“I was just waiting for a friend, but I don’t think he’s coming today. And uh I don’t love in the village, I live out here.”

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Ranboo quieted at that. “You live on your own out here?”

The disembodied voice let out a sad laugh, “Yeah, but I’m a big man I can take care of myself.” Ranboo didn’t like that one bit, he sounded far to young to be on his own. Ranboo knew from experience.

“You could come live in the village with us!” They suggested. “We’re very welcoming to outsiders!”

Voice or Tommy didn’t have a reply. Ranboo sat the in awkward silence, letting it surround him.

“Who’s your friend?” He quickly changed the subject. With that simple question the air around them seemed to brighten again.

“Oh he’s the greatest! He visits me almost everyday! He basically my older brother at this point.” Tommy boasted.

“Basically?” The bat questioned with a smile. “Oh yeah, more like definitely. He’s helped me out so much, he comes up with cool games to play, and he keeps me safe!”

Ranboo couldn’t help his curiosity he had to ask. “Do you mind me asking his name?” Tommy seemed to paused at that. As if thinking it over in his head before telling them.

“I’ll tell you as long as you promise not to tell anyone that you and I met, or that me and him met…” Tommy paused again before quickly adding on, “You also can’t tell him that we’ve met.”

That made Ranboo more confused than he already was. He supposed he could keep a secret for Tommy’s sake. “I promise.”

“Ah… okay…” Tommy hesitated a little longer before finally letting it spill. “His name is Wilbur. He’s the greatest!” He said with the upmost pride.

Wilbur. Ranboo knew Wilbur well. They even hang out on occasion. He even used to babysit over Ranboo when they were younger. So why would Tommy want to keep them meeting a secret?

“I know him! We basically grew up together.” The bat answered honestly. “He help watch me after the village took me in.” He smiled fondly at the memories.

“That’s so cool you know Will!” Tommy squeaked with joy. “Isn’t he the greatest! He has like the best songs in the whole world.”

Ranboo let out a chuckle and shook his head. “ I don’t know if I would say all that to his face. It might all go to his head and it’ll get so big he wouldn’t be able to function.”

Tommy made several noises of agreement before speaking again. “Of course I wouldn’t! Well maybe about his songs and other stuff, but you’re right he is an absolute arse when he gets full of himself sometimes.” Tommy joked.

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The two young hybrids fell in to a fit of giggles, mocking Wilbur’s voice in various ways of him saying that he was the best.

The two joked around and talked of the many things that interested them or that they enjoyed. Tommy’s subject mainly being about Wilbur, and Ranboo’s being about his friends back at the village. Ranboo eventually coming clean with some embarrassment that he was lost and Tommy laughing all the while but gave him directions back.

So far everything was going perfectly. Tommy was so proud. This could be one of his first real friends. They got along great and they enjoyed one another’s company. That was proven by Tommy telling them the way back, and them staying content where they were, relaxing with their back on the trunk of the tree.

Everything was fine… until it wasn’t.

Perhaps, Tommy got a little too relaxed. He should of had his eyes on the bat the whole time, but he just got so comfortable. He supposed it wouldn’t hurt to rest his eyes for a little bit it.

It did.

On the branch below the bat hybrid started to explore his surroundings more. All the while talking to Tommy about the trouble he and his friend Tubbo got up to last week. Tommy mumbling a tired response every now and then.

Perhaps, if he wasn’t so relaxed he would have felt the end of his tail fall to the branch below and start to subconsciously wrap around it.

Tommy sighed happily in the peaceful quiet of the afternoon….

Wait….quiet?

“Ran, are you alright?” Tommy asked a little worried. There was no response.

“Ranboo?” Tommy peaked back over the branch and froze. He had broken one of Wilbur’s rules.

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Ranboo grew a little restless after sitting and talking to his new friend Tommy for so long, so he decided to explore during their conversation.

For whatever reason Tommy wanted to stay out of sight. Ranboo understood that. He liked his own privacy and was rather shy when meeting new people too.

Ranboo walked a long the branch looking at the many different pattens of the bark. His head snapped up at the blurry sight of movement in the corner of his eye.

It was a bright red blob of something. At first they thought it was just a vine, one that would grow in trees to reach the sunlight better. But something was off…

He didn’t know of any species of plant that grew from a red vine, or at least not one as vibrant as this. He decided to approach it closer, in the back of his mind he vaguely realized he trailed off of conversation about Tubbo setting Niki’s kitchen on fire last week.

He stared silently as his mind tried to process what was before him. It was patterned, almost like the scales of a fish. He reached out to touch it and found that it was surprisingly warm.

They shifted underneath his touch.

Alarm bell blared in his head as stood frozen in place with a instinctual fear. They slowly craned their neck upwards, following the path of what now could only be a tail.

The thick branch above covered the head of the beast. Maybe it didn’t know he was here yet. He needed to warn Tommy, but the words died down in his throat at the thought of alerting the snake to his presence.

“Ran, are you alright?”

Ranboo suddenly realized that Tommy’s voice was coming from up above. His mind felt like it was about to break. This couldn’t be happening.

“Ranboo?”

All their suspicious were found to be correct as a red scaled face with split pupils and fangs met his own. All color drained his face as fear completely seized his mind.

He couldn’t even run, frozen in place like a Statue. He supposed that made the Naga gazing down on him Medusa.

They would have laughed at their comparison if they weren’t down right terrified.

“I’m-” That’s all Ranboo needed to be pulled out of his trance. He raised his wings and shot away from the Naga. Barely avoiding branches and limbs in his path. He glanced behind him to see the beast coming after him. His head snapped forward once again only for his left winged arm to hit a broken branch.

White hot pain seared through his shoulder and he took a gasping breath with a pained noise. He felt himself start to plummet out of the sky to the ground below.

Warmth suddenly surrounded him and he was pulled back up into the tree. A wave of nausea ran through him as he realized he was trapped between to clawed hands.

This was it.

“Oh gods, Oh gods, are you alright!?”

What?

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t of even talked to you, oh gods, Wilbur’s gonna kill me!”

Ranboo was suddenly laid down on a remaining flat platform from an old broken branch. They yelped as clawed hands immediately came after them again. Tears sprung in their eyes. The Naga’s claws takes back.

“No, no , no… It’s okay! Big man Tommy’s not gonna hurt you! I promise I-” The beast cut himself off with loud sobs.

Ranboo didn’t know what to. He sat trembling with his hurt wing held to his chest. This was the first time that Ranboo had ever been this close to a giant hybrid. It was a little overwhelming and down right terrifying.

Their mind couldn’t help but flash bad to the stories their Mothers told them when they were younger. But… He hadn’t done anything to hurt him. Technically…It was Ranboo who had flown into the tree. Also didn’t he just have a conversation with him for half the day? Ranboo might have overreacted just a bit…

Okay, maybe not, Naga’s are quite literally seen as the most deadliest outcome for someone his size. But Tommy has really been nothing but kind to him, he’s already made them laugh more then they could count.

He even gave them directions back to the village. Now that was at least one of the most concerning things, but he did say he knew Wilbur. Last time Ranboo checked the mouse hybrid was still alive and well. He’d seen less and less of Wilbur over the last few months but he supposed that he now knew the reason.

Leave it to Wilbur to adopt a literal nightmare.

He guessed he should at least give Tommy a chance. He tried to ignore the throbbing in his shoulder.

“T-tommy?” The bat hesitantly called out to the Naga. Gods, he hated his stuttering.

The snake sniffled and looked up at the bat. “I’m so sorry…” He wiped his eyes.

“It’s alright Tommy, I just…” Ranboo laughed, he sounded a little insane. “I just wasn’t expecting all of this!” He ran a hand down his face, just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“Oh gods, I’ve made you go mad! Wilbur really is gonna kill me…” The snake buried his head into his hand with a whimpering growl. “ I’ve basically broke almost all of his rules in one day…”

“His rules?” Ranboo questioned, trying to focus on anything but his instincts to fly away. That would be horrible on a hurt wing.

“I’m not supposed to let anyone see me or talk to them...” The snake whined “Or hurt them.”

Fresh tears fell down the snake’s scaled cheeks. “Hey now, if anything that was my fault. I wasn’t watching where I was flying.” Ranboo tried to comfort.

“Because of me…” Tommy muttered with a shameful tone.

“It’s not your fault.” Ranboo protested once more. He let out a sigh as the naga seemed to pout. “Look I won’t tell Wilbur, remember?” Well now that he thinks about it, “Or anyone for that matter. I smack into things all the time. Bad eyesight remember? I should’ve at least worn my glasses.” Tommy gave a hum of acknowledgment.

Ranboo swallowed down his fear. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. “Help me check my wing.” Tommy’s slit eyes shot out to meet their own round ones. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, now hurry up before I wimp out.” They laughed. Tommy gave him a small smile and slowly reached out for him. Ranboo barley suppressing a flinch as the warm hands scooped him up. “Now what?” Tommy asked a little unsure of his self.

Ramboo’s heart was pounding. “Just-” He took a deep breath to calm his nerves. “Just pinch my wing and slowly stretch it out. I’ll tell you to stop if it hurts to much.” This was so overwhelming. Ranboo never would’ve imagined that they would’ve been held in another person’s palm. But he could do this.

Tommy ever so gently griped the wing between a finger and thumb and slowly started to pull it out. Ranboo let out a pained whine and nodded for Tommy to continue.

Once it was stretched all the way out Ranboo rotated his shoulder with a hiss. Tommy giggled and Ranboo glance up at him. “It’s just… you sound like me.” That took Ranboo by surprise and he let out a round of chittering laughs.

He gently pulled his wing back to his chest and sighed in relief. “I think it’s just a bad sprain. Wouldn’t be the first time.” Tommy nodded is head and ran his thumb down Ran’s back, trying to be the least bit comforting.

“I’ll go see Ponk when I get back…” Ranboo’s mind blanked. Shoot, how were they gonna get back.

As if reading his mind Tommy answered. “I’ll take you home.” Ranboo looked up a little unsure. “Don’t worry, it wouldn’t be the first time. I like to make sure Will gets back alright.”

“Okay then.” Ranboo agreed. “You have a good grip right?” Tommy asked, Ranboo giving him a confused look. “What?” He laughed.

“With you claws.” The Naga looked at his hurt wing. “Or what’s left of them…” Ranboo gave a nod. He got most of his strength from his back paws anyways.

Tommy lifted Ranboo above his head and gently sat him in the crown of golden curls on top of his head. “Hold on.” That was his only warning before Tommy began crawling through the trees with practiced ease.

“So… How’d you meet Wilbur?” Ranboo asked genuinely curious. They snickered as Tommy let out a long groan.

———————————————————————————

Tommy dropped Ranboo off right at the edge of the brush. Right where he knew the village started. He waited until the remaining guards passed by underfoot to guide him down.

“Thanks for not telling.” Tommy whispered and ruffled their fluffy black and white hair with a finger. Ranboo sputtered in annoyance. “Thanks for not eating me I guess.” They teased back.

Tommy let out a laugh, “Better watch out, I might’ve not made up my mind yet.” Ran giggles as Tommy gave a cheeky grin and stealthy climbed back up into the tree.

Tommy paused before going. “Will I see you again?”

“Of course!” Ranboo shouted before remembering to stay quiet. He quickly looked around for the guards.

They shared a laugh once more before they said their final goodbyes for the night. Both hybrids happy to have found a new friend.

The only worry on Tommy’s mind being that he hoped he could become a better liar by the time Wilbur visited next.

#the snake charmer au #snake charmer #tiny!wilbur #tiny!ranboo #giant!tommy #first meeting #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #g/t #giant/tiny #sfw g/t #dreamsmp g/t #naga!tommy #mouse hybrid!wilbur #bat hybrid! Ranboo #allium duo g/t #hell yes #my bbies #no beta we die like men

[writing-oof]

Sometimes I Forget How to Wake Up (That's Okay. We'll Wait for You)

Day Five: (Situations Wheel) I got Hibernating Technoblade, so I speed-ran a nearly-1k hurt/comfort fic for this :]

TW: sleeping, fatigue, temporary paralysis

Technoblade doesn't make it to his room before it hits him.

He would have been fine, if he hadn't been pushing it back nearly a week now. He's just lucky he wasn't out in the snow when it happened.

He stumbles up the steps, his vision blurring and the world starting to spin. His limbs drag heavily, as if tied to stones twice his weight.

When he trips on the top stair, he can barely move his arms in front of him in time to catch the ground before it slams into his face.

His nose still clips the floor, even with his hands splayed in front of him, and a throbbing pain spreads through his head and behind his eyes.

It isn't broken, thank god, and Technoblade slumps over onto his side, curled up on the ground like a baby.

He considers making the fight to drag himself to his bed, just a few doors down, but he doesn't have much time to consider before he's gone. His eyes shut and his muscles fall lax, a heap of himself in his hallway.

---

Technoblade wakes up falling.

He would shout in surprise if his vocal chords weren't loose in his throat. As it is, he breathes out just a bit harsher than normal.

don't fall again someone says, quiet and soft.

Even Chat is quiet, apparently, lulled drowsy and slow.

It takes him far too long to realize he's being set down on his bed and not dropped off a cliff or something.

Philza meets his gaze, admonishing and fondly exasperated in equal measure.

dadza crafting a belt someone jokes.

"Mate," Philza says, his eyes too concerned for Techno not to twitch his gaze away. "You've really got to--"

He never hears what Phil tells him, his head drooping so quickly it snaps back to hit the pillow before the man can make it out.

---

The next time Technoblade wakes up, someone is sitting in the chair next to his bed.

It isn't Philza, and he can tell before he even wakes up.

The person breathes too shallow and smells too tense. There's something earthy to them, and something that couldn't be further from the earth.

Ranboo, Techno realizes, waking up stiff and sore.

Ranboo!

ender boi

good morning

He tries to look at the kid, get his attention, but his eyes stay stubbornly motionless. He can barely feel where one side of his face presses into his pillow.

Technoblade tries to move his hand with everything he has, but his fingers only twitch.

Ranboo must have been looking at him, because the kid makes a surprised noise and asks, "Are you awake, Techno?"

Techno twitches his fingers again and Ranboo makes a pleased noise.

"I'm glad you're awake," he says, "Phil was worried about you."

Techno would snort if he could. Sure, Philza probably fretted more than he should, but he can smell Ranboo's own anxiety from here.

sleepy

too tired

"I've--uh--I've never seen someone hibernate before," Ranboo admits, "It's pretty quiet, since you've been asleep most of the time."

big nap

Most of the time, not being all of the time.

Technoblade wonders if he'd said anything, or done anything in the moments between sleep he can't remember.

probably something stupid

heyy

shhh you're being loud

"I'm glad you're okay," Ranboo says and Technoblade rolls his eyes. In his mind, since his actual eyes still aren't moving.

L

If Ranboo says anything else, it's drowned out by the sleep calling for him again.

goodnight someone says, and no one says anything else for a good long while.

---

Tommy is in his room.

Technoblade flickers awake like an old candle at the sound of the door opening, his younger brother's scent thick in the air, letting out a soft noise as his fingers twitch.

"Morning, Blade," Tommy says, too quiet. Subdued.

Technoblade twitches again.

The bed creaks, the mattress dipping as Tommy comes to sit next to him.

The room is quiet, Chat whispering unintelligible complaints about being woken up early, and Technoblade can feel Tommy staring at him.

His eyes don't open still, too deep into the hibernation for his brain to want to work with any more sense than he has to, but he's too tired to remember to be worried about being blinded.

"How can you stand not being able to move like that?" Tommy asks, poking his cheek gently.

"Doesn't all that hair in your face drive you crazy?" he asks.

And, it didn't, before Tommy pointed it out.

But now that he knows it's there, feeling the strands stick to his skin and shift with his breath, Technoblade starts to feel like his skin is crawling.

He twitches his fingers and Tommy makes a contemplative sound.

"You want me to braid it or something?"

Technoblade thinks. He tries to, at least.

braid pog, someone offers and Technoblade doesn't have it in him to disagree. Besides, it does solve the problem.

He twitches his fingers and, listening to Tommy hum something soft and quiet, falls asleep with fingers in his hair.

---

Hibernating isn't safe.

He can't afford to do it when he's alone, even though his body does it anyways.

It's always a gamble, if he'll be alright when he wakes up, if he wakes up at all.

He's lucky he was home this time. He's luck he had a home to hibernate in this time.

But, he has a feeling that even if he'd fallen still in the snow he would have broken his hibernation in his bed surrounded by his family anyways.

#30 minute challenge #firsttrytechnochallenge #technoblade #c!techno #ctechno #dsmp fanfic #fanfic #hybrid technoblade #hybrid techno #hibernation #hibernating techno #hibernating technoblade #sbi #dw wilbur is there i just didnt have time to write him #ranboo #tommyinnit #c!tommy #c!ranboo #c!philza #philza minecraft #based off of personal experiences

[god-of-balance]

Mcyt x Creeper Hybrid! Reader

Nihachu-

She giggles every time you sneeze, since you spark when you do. 

Always notices whenever you’re about to explode. 

Always talks to you calmly and will sometimes make you tea(if you like tea) to help you calm down. 

She always listens whenever you just need to vent. 

Niki knows the most secure places to explode. 

Comfort food!

Tommy-

Would actually be very excited when first meeting you. 

He would beg you to blow up his enemies houses, if you do it or not is up to you. 

He would tease you whenever you sneeze as well, unless it hurt you.

Whenever you’re about to explode, he always tells you to stay away from his stuff and to blow up near someone else’s area. 

Would actually dare you to get hit by lightning to see if you would get supercharged. 

Ranboo-

Unlike Tommy, if you tried to get struck by lightning, he would be very tense and worried. He doesn’t want you to get hurt. 

He would hug you afterwards, and he wouldn’t let go literally for hours. 

If you explode, he is always there to listen to you afterwards. Like you could vent for hours without end, and he would be nodding his head, writing in his book so that he can remember everything that you said. 

If you’re tense, he is also tense. If you’re hissing/sparking, his tail is wagging very stiffly and agitatedly. He gets upset seeing you upset.

#creeper hybrid! reader x mcyt #mcyt headcannons #creeper hybrid! reader #nihachu x reader #ranboo x reader #ranboo x you #nihachu x you #tommy x reader #tommy x you

[luna-jaden-shadow]

Dead On Your Feet

Prompts - Hidden Injury | Waking Up Disoriented | Can’t Pass Out

Summary -  Something that Ranboo wasn't counting on when he went on a walk was finding someone bleeding out, much less someone that was so similar to him Or In which Ranboo finds a dragon hybrid after they crashed in the snow and takes them home to heal them

Angst / Fluff

Warning - Blood/Gore, Injury, 

Pairing - C!Ranboo X Enderdragon!Reader

A/n - Did I write out a whole one-shot and then write a new one for this prompt? Yes. Yes, I did.

-><-

-><-

“Stay awake.”

You mumble it to yourself like a prayer, eyes getting harder and harder to stay open in the cold. Your movements are slow, limbs feeling a thousand times heavier in the harsh cold of the tundra you're passing through. Every now and then, your wings give out, dropping you a bit before you catch the wind again. You're deathly pale from the cold, and a large cut rests on your back along your spine, still bleeding as you fly. Your head pounds from the injury on your head, blood covering the side of your face, staining half of your vision in a layer of red.

“Just a little further.” You promise yourself though you're still unsure of where you're going. The terrain you're flying over is unfamiliar to you; all you know is that you're going west, following where the sun is slowly beginning to fall towards the horizon line. “Just a little-” Your voice fails with your wings as you plummet from the sky, unable to catch the wind like before. Seeing that you weren’t going to be able to catch the wind or flap enough to fly, you wrap your wings around yourself and tuck your head down. A yelp leaves you as you crash into a forest area in the tundra, snow-covered branches only slowing your crash landing. You land in the snow with a groan, sliding a bit from where you hit before you came to a full stop. 

You uncurl your wings from around yourself; you lay in the snow and let out short huffs of air. A long moment passes before you try to at least sit up, your muscles ache for you to stop, and your body craves sleep. You're only able to push yourself up only an arm's length from the ground. Panting, you wince at the pain in your back as you move. 

Somewhere in the snowy forest, there’s a crunch in the snow, footsteps drawing closer to you as you shiver and bleed out in the cold. A figure appears, moving behind the trees as your arms give out, making you lay on the snowy ground once more, the side of your face against the snow. The figure slowly approaches you, breaking the small tree line till they’re just a few feet away from you. Tired eyes look up at them, catching the vibrant eyes that stare down at you in curiosity. 

With very little energy, you try to shift back in the snow, only to groan in pain and give up on what you believe would be your second death. As your vision blurs, the figure walks closer and kneels down, unclasping the cloak from their shoulders and wrapping it around you, gently pulling your wings to your body to move them under the cloak. “I got you.” His voice is calming, almost soothing to you, as he moves you to be able to be picked up. “This is gonna hurt.” He picks you up, holding you close to his chest in an attempt to keep you warm. 

You groan at the movement, your head against his shoulder. He starts walking instantly off in some direction. At some point during the walk, you finally pass out from exhaustion, becoming limp in the stranger’s arms.

. . .

The bright light of day burns through the window, laying a strip of light across your eyes. Your eyes screw tighter as you stir from your sleep, groaning as you turn your head to try and hide from the daylight. Slowly, you open your eyes and are met with an unfamiliar room and bandages all over your body. Purple eyes move around the room and find no one other than you in the room. Shifting, you slowly push yourself up on the bed, groaning at the pain in your back. you swing your legs over the edge of the bed. Reaching your hand to your head, you feel the bandages wrapped around your head and groan at the pulsing that hits you at the acknowledgment of the wound.

Relieved, you drop your hand before slowly pushing yourself off of the bed, and the second you are up straight, you stumble forward, and your knees give out. You hit the wooden floor with a soft thud, your wings shuddering in pain behind you. Somewhere in the house, there’s a different thud and then movement, making you panic as you scoot back on the floor till your back presses against the bed, making you hiss. 

The footsteps approach the room, and the door opens to show the person from before she had blacked out, only now she can see them clearly. They stand tall, with black and white hair that matches their skin and barely reaches their jawline. It was clear that they were a hybrid by just about everything about them. There's a certain pull about them that reminds you of home. You two are in a stand-off for a long moment, neither trying to move in any way. Both hybrids are unsure of where to go from here, both very unsure of what the other is capable of. 

“You should be in bed.” He voices, watching you shift uncomfortably. You don't say anything, trying to figure out if you should trust him or not. “You were on your last legs when I found you; if I was gonna-ya know-I would have out there.” He insists, hoping that would aid in your internal dilemma. He steps forward cautiously, holding his hand out to you; there’s a gold band on his pinky finger as well as one with some kind of green gem in it on his middle finger. You stare at his hand for a moment before taking it and letting him help you stand up and then sit on the bed. “Is it okay if I change your bandages?” 

You hesitate before nodding, watching him with cautious eyes as he moves around the room before he pulls up a chair beside the bed. Gently, he takes your right arm and undoes the bandages to show off all the little cuts that have since healed and no longer need to be dressed before doing the same to the other. 

“Can I ask what your name is?” His voice is soft as he gently cleans a large cut on the back of your hand. The washcloth he uses is dipped into a healing brew before being applied, aiding in the healing process of your wounds. 

You let out a hiss as he cleans and dresses the cut. “Y/n.” Your voice is quiet and cracks a bit, leading him to offer you the glass of water from the bedside table, you down half of it before setting it aside again. 

The man hums, suddenly standing up from the chair. You flinch at his movement, backing up on the bed as though he is going to do something to you. Your wings flare up despite the pain it causes you; you can't help it it's your body’s attempt at making yourself look bigger in the face of danger. He pauses all movements, staring at you and your barely stretched-out wings. “It’s alright.” He promises his hands up with his palms facing you. 

“Sorry.” You mumble, fiddling with your hands as he unwraps the bandage from around your head. 

“It’s alright.” He insists, looking at the cut on your head. “Do you remember what happened?” One hand pushes back your hair while the other cleans the cut that follows along your hairline. He’s cautious of accidentally bumping the dark horns on your head, the right one of which is broken, the faint cracks that travel down to the base faintly puls a purple color that matches your eyes. “You have quite the cut here, so I wanna make sure you don’t have brain damage.”

What happened to you comes to you in flashes, moments of chains, and pillager laughter. A ripping pain from your head and the burning cut down your back makes you shiver. You get lost in the broken memories of your time wherever you were, zoned out as the man wraps your head. As soon as his touch leaves you, you focus back on him and give him a small nod.

“That’s good.” He notes. “I’m gonna change the one on your back, okay?” You look at him for a moment before nodding. “Just turn a bit for me?” You shift on the bed, turning your back to him. He cuts the bandages away, and you wrap your arms around her chest. “Sorry about the whole missing shirt thing; I had to remove it to get to the cut.” 

“It’s okay…”

Mismatch eyes glance at you, “Ranboo.” 

You hum, flinching from his touch when he probes the cut along your spine. He mumbles out another apology as his touch changes to be gentle after that, cleaning the wound carefully to not hurt you too much. “Thank you.” 

He covers the healing wound, and with your help, he wraps your back and chest, maneuvering around the bases of your wings. “Don’t mention it, couldn’t just leave you to freeze in the snow.” He replies, starting to put away the healing supplies as you turn in the bed. “Are you hungry?” You look up as he turns fully to look at you. 

You give a small nod, your attention now drawn to the window. Outside of the building, it snows, a drastic change from when you had woken up. Ranboo takes a moment, observing you and the faraway look in your eyes as you stare at the snowfall. For the moment, you're a person of few words he’s concluded, of course, that could be due to shock or whatever trauma you've gone through before he’d found you. Regardless of what happened, he was prepared to help you through it.

#dsmp #dsmp ranboo #c!ranboo #ranboo #enderman hybrid #reader insert #x reader #playtonic #hurt comfort #injury #mention of death #mention of freezing #ender dragon #hybrid!reader #whumptober2022 #no.4 #dead on your feet #can't pass out #waking up dissoriented

[blockofhoney]

here’s the thing about elder guardians (n also the regular kind of guardians, for that matter): for all intents n purposes, they’re constructs. this isn’t to say they aren’t alive- it’s just that considering what they drop n the fact that they can survive out of water it makes far more sense w/in the lore of the game for them to be a creature that is built / summoned rather than a species that evolved into what we the player know as guardians n elder guardians

which opens the door for, say, an ender guardian.

#paq.txt #n thus enderman + elder guardian hybrid c!ranboo #i mean the end already has literal ships #i don't think it's that much of a stretch to think that some of the inhabitants may have experimented making their own guardians #whether or not those inhabitants are endermen idk #i'm still working out how endermen work as like. a species #but i really do think i'm onto something here

[navy-leader]

Binch

#navy arts #dream smp #tommyinnit #tubbo #ranboo #hybrid au #clingy traitors au

[riodoesstuff]

y. yeah.

#regarding this eveil secret i put on my last piece #the caption was from everyman hybrid btw #80's mess and axolotls #genloss #generation loss #ranboo #martins art

[the-final-sif]

Okay, so I've mentioned in the past that c!Dream as an Ender Dragon Hybrid in the convict childcare AU doesn't have much of a sense of smell in his hybrid form, since it's my HC that Ender Dragons have poor/basically no sense of smell. After all, Ender Dragons have little use for smell. In my HC, they primarily eat chorus fruit (found via sight) and feast on shulkers when they can find some (found via sight / hearing). There's no need for social smells either, they have no social circles, only their Enderman that can be told apart by sound. Birds tend to be similar, with most non-vulture raptors having poor senses of smell.

Now, the flip side of this is that Enderman actually have a very accurate senses of smell. This is vital for them since they travel through dimensions, and smell helps them with identification + detecting weather patterns for an area.

Piglins also have very sensitive (and fine-tuned) noses, both for detecting threats and finding food, but also for social communication!

The end result of this is that c!Dream and c!Phil will bring back flowers/all sorts of objects because they're Pretty, and it drives c!Techno & c!Ranboo insane because it's a constant introduction of new, powerful, smells without a single thought. c!Techno in particular likes to know exactly what his sounder smells like and where they've been, but Dream and Phil go places so quickly and they pick up so many new smells without a second thought. Sometimes their smells are so weird it takes him a second to find their smells. It doesn't help that if Dream has his mask on and has been out and about, his smell is faint. It makes him anxious!!

Meanwhile c!Tubbo is totally aware of the issues since he also has a good sense of smell (goat), but unlike the others, goats are very used to handling & seeking out lots of new smells. So he actually enjoys the new smells being brought in! Once he gets comfortable with people, he regularly steals new things they've gotten so he can check out the smell before giving them back. He's got his own greenhouse with a bunch of his favorites.

#c!dream #c!technoblade #c!tubbo #c!ranboo #c!phil #c!techno #ender dragon hybrid dream #convict childcare au #dsmp #dream smp #sif speaks #my headcanons

[kora-kat]

This mangy cat has crossed your path! Wdyd?

#kora's art #i watched oli's afterlife episodes and decided to make him an enderman hybrid again #he is the wettest of enderman hybrids and that is saying some as ranboo is one that list too #he has fleas #empires smp #empires s2 #oli orionsound #alsmp

[approximately12lbs-of-ducks]

COULD YOU TELL ME ABOUT YOUR EEAU?!!! I AM SO VERY CURIOUS!!!

I ABSOLUTELY CAN AHHHHHHH I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT IT ALWAYS. Premise is that after Dream blows up Logsteadshire, instead of leaving Tommy alone, he suggests to Tommy that they start over somewhere new. He leads Tommy to an even more remote location that this time no one knows about (not that Tommy’s aware of it) and after asking Tommy if it would be less painful if no one was allowed to visit him rather than having them constantly reject him by not showing up, and Tommy agreeing, he like. Bans people from visiting Tommy. This is not, however, what he tells the rest of the SMP - he actually doesn’t say anything for a bit because he’s busy destroying other teenagers lives (Doomsday also holy fuck i am so normal about eeau!tubbo or honestly just c!tubbo in general) but then after Doomsday of course Tubbo goes and discovers the annihilated Logsteadshire and like runs back and Dream insinuates that Tommy killed himself which definietly doesn’t devestate or at least shake up many people. But then people start talking and realize that like. Dream’s been manipulating and lying to them all this whole time and pitting them against each other. Philza in particular is like ‘why did we leave Tommy with the man who constantly expressed his dislike for him/set out to ruin his life’ and everyone was like . fair point. Queue manhunt for Dream where Dream loses his two lives and all of his allies and in a cruel twist of fate ends up with only Tommy for company!! Because stockholm syndrome babey :)))))) Plans backfired immensely for this man. (I did not forget about Punz well I did but then I figured out a way for him not to be there which is a WHOLE OTHER STORY basically Dream tried to manipulate purpled who went Nuh Uh and tattled to punz so punz fucked off and spat in dreams face on the way out)

QUEUE A YEAR LATER Ghostbur stumbles across Tommy in his secret exile spot (Henburgh) as Ghostbur has been searchign for Tommy’s ghost ever since he learned that he died. Eventually Ghostbur forgot he wsa looking for Tommy’s ghost and was just fixated on that he was looking for Tommy. Tommy however is scared of what Dream might do to Ghostbur/to him if he sees Ghostbur or finds out he was here, since he’s technically not allowed any visitors, so he sends Ghostbur away on an impossible quest. Ghostbur leaves him a small bit of blue that he then hides bc he can’t bring himself to throw it away, but unforunately nothing escapes Dream’s grasp for long and he notices :))))) It does not end well for Tommy, time for Logsteadshire pt 2. DURING THE TWO MONTHS THAT PASSED SINCE GHOSTBURS VISIT Wilbur is revived by Philza and Technoblade bc hella guilt and also Kristin hinted to Phil that Wilbur could come back and so Phil took the opprotunity. Wilbur however! Does not remember his time as ghostbur aside from very vague feelings and a couple blurry memories! But he feels VERY STRONGLY that there’s something important to the southeast of Techno’s cabin, and eventually that feeling grows so strong that he starts getting really anxious and upset about the fact he can’t go, so Techno offers to check it out fully expecting to find nothing. Only to stumble across Dream being HORRIFIC to Tommy during Logsteadshire Pt 2 and prompty going Oh Fuck No and bringing Tommy back to recover at the cabin.

Tommy does NOT appreciate this, and immediately demands to be taken back to Henburgh. Techno does not oblige. Tommy makes his displeasure clear but also mans now Traumatized as all hell so he also does jack shit to actually oppose the rest of the SBI. QUEUE FAMILY BONDING TIME AND SLOW HEALING. IT TAKES A LOT OF TIME AND EFFORT AND THERES OF COURSE MORE SHIT BUT I DONT KNWO IF I WANNA SPOIL IT CAUSE I AM WRITING THE FIC. But the main fic ends with Tommy having not fully completed his healing but having made progress in mending his relationships w his family and friends, specifically SBI and beeduo, and like starting to realize and come to terms that what he went through was wrong but it wasn’t his fault, and decide that he wants to fight to be better again. I’m definitely so normal about all of his healing arcs and the way he slowly starts to recover from his trauma and find himself again and discover that life is worth living and that love doesn’t have to hurt I’m really fucking normal. I could talk about this for hours I in fact have talked about it for hours with my sibling (shoutout to them for listening) there are so many details to all of this i thikn about it constantly I am packing so much symbolism into this baby it will be my magnum opus if i can ever fucking finish it

#the ducks quacked about something #a question!! :o #dsmp eeau #THE SYMBOLISM OF THE HOUSE THE SYMBOLISMMMMMMMMMMMMM #EACH OF THEIR HOUSES ARE VERY FUCKING IMPORTRANT AND SO VIVID TO ME #WHAT IT SAUYS ABOUT THEIR CHRACTERS. IM DEFINITELY CASUAL #also the way ghostbur was so bad about communicating but only agreed to be revived if they made revivebur care about completing the quest #tommy gave him (he did not explain it that way so they promptly did not tell revivebur but HE TRIED SO HARD TO NOT LEAVE TOMMY AGAIN) #EEAU WILBUR IS ANOTHER CHARACTER IM SO NORMAL ABOUT #wilbur and tommy really shaking hands on the affects of solitary isolation #oh also wilbur was in limbo for 50 years in this au due to the timeframe :)))))))))))) #he is an old creaky man #THE GUILT TUBBO CARRIES AROUND ALWAYS AND THE GUILT RANBOO CARRIES AROUND ALWAYUS AND THE FACT NEITHER OF THEM TALK ABOUT IT TO EACH OTHER #I just really cannot let people be happy huh #IT GETS HAPPY AT THE END COMMUNICATION OCCURS BETWEEN MANY DIFFERENT PEOPLE #also we get awesamdad content but how we get it is kinda spoilers so i can’t explain rn T-T #ALSO TECHNO AND PHILS GUILT AND DESPERATION AND HOW THEY FEEL LIKE THE FAILED AND RRRRRHGHGHHRH #SBI are not bio family but all grew up in the same household as a family but Phil was not a great dad :)) but it wasn’t exactly his fault #hybrid shit vs human shit. he did not realize some of the differences #also how limbo works which i’ve talked a bit about before #ALSO THE DEITY SYSTEM WHIC I AM STILL FIGURING OUT AND ITS GIVING ME A HEADACHE #no dreamon activity in this au just dream being a shitty person because i think that holds more weight #dream is also so interesting me but in a villain character way #okay shutting up now which is so hard i have so much for this au i need to just WRITE IT #also i saw ur other ask it’s late for me but i absolutely want to draw that!!!! instant inspiration reading it #OH EDIT IMPORTANT NOT REVIVEBUR IS VERY DIFFERENT FROM CANON #HES MUCH MORE LIKE WILBUR BEFORE THE WAR(S) #hes chill and finallly on medication for his hella anxiety

[avephelis]

dsmp fighting game where the alt costumes are references to popular design trends and aus

#I THINK ABOUT THIS ALL THE TIME SORRY #dsmp #like tubbo has them for different types of hybrids #wilbur has the different burs #theres a biblically accurate ranboo and a fluffy creachure one #sam has various takes on 'creeper' #SO many different dreams #theres a protegeinnit one and a ghostinnit one and a passerine one #DO YOU HEAR MEE

[kawaiikenna]

Hi! I wrote a thing! I’ve gotten myself sucked into the DSMP fandom cause of my little sister and I decided to write something for it. :3 Here’s the ao3 link for those that want to keep up with this fic because I will not be tagging people if/when I update. Time Lapse on ao3.

Summary:

Tommy loses his memory and gets taken in by Tubbo and Ranboo. Plot twist, Tommy is actually Prince Theseus of the Antarctic Empire and the imperial family, his family, is looking all over for him. Sadly they don’t think to look in the little village of Snowchester.

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Heavily inspired by the 1987 film ‘Overboard’. Just with the romcom bits switched out for friendship and found family. :3

Without further ado here’s the first chapter of the fic!

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Ranboo wasn’t entirely certain about what happened or even how it happened. But when Tubbo had come back from his trip into town with a bloody and very much unconscious teen about their age there wasn’t much time to ask questions. Instead they busied themselves with helping Tubbo clean and bandage the mystery teen’s wounds. There weren’t many, thank Prime above, but there was a pretty severe gash that ran across his forehead and ran a bit into the matted and dirty blond curls. Ranboo suspected that that specific wound would be trouble in the future. They would need to take him to the healer in town to make sure nothing was wrong.

For now the teen was sleeping on their ratty couch in their tiny front room. His clothes were pretty much destroyed so Ranboo started to mentally go through some items that might fit the sleeping teen. He would probably want to change when he woke up sooner or later. They might have a set of pajamas floating around that should fit.

“I think he’s some kind of noble.” Tubbo finally said after a long moment of silence. “Because even if his clothes are all dirty and kind of destroyed-“

“Kind of?” Ranboo interjects, sarcasm prominent in their tone.

“-they’re made of ridiculously high quality fabric.” Tubbo finishes with a mildly teasing glare aimed at his platonic husband. “He has to be someone high up because I’m pretty sure that the trim on his shirt is actual gold.”

Ranboo hums. “Did he have any kind of jewelry on him when you found him? Nobles usually carry something with their family crest or a coat of arms on it.”

Tubbo shakes his head. “No. If he did then whoever did this to him probably took it. We’ll have to wait ‘til he wakes up.”

Ranboo sighs softly as they gather up the various items from the open med kit on the floor. “I’ll put this away. Why don’t you go take a shower. You’re covered in blood and dirt.”

Tubbo scrunches his nose in disgust, only just noticing how gross he was from the whole ordeal. “Yeah, I’ll do that.”

And with that Tubbo ambles off into the bathroom, leaving Ranboo to finish cleaning up. After everything is picked up and packed away, they decide to start up dinner. It’s a bit early but they might as well get started since there wasn’t much else to do.

By the time they were finishing up Tubbo came out of the bathroom, hair still dripping and towel around his neck. With Tubbo’s normally fluffy hair laying flat against his head you could actually see the little horns that were normally completely covered. His ears flicked about, trying to get the water off of them.

“I made dinner.” Ranboo says as they dish up their own plate before sitting at the tiny table.

“Awww, Boo, you shouldn’t have. And I mean that. It was supposed to be my night to cook.” Tubbo says as he dishes up his own plate.

Ranboo shrugs nonchalantly. “I think you’ve had enough stress for today considering you found and helped someone that was fairly injured.”

“I’ll take dish duty tonight and do dinner tomorrow night. But thank you. I appreciate you.” He says the last bit with more than just a little bit of overdramaticness that made Ranboo roll their eyes with the fond softness in their gaze.

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It took nearly two full days before their guest finally woke up. Ranboo was incredibly anxious with how long it took him to wake up whereas Tubbo was more excited to finally find out what had actually happened. Ranboo had been changing the teen’s bandages when he opened his eyes. It had entirely startled Ranboo to the point that they ended up teleporting outside of not just the room, but the entire house. Putting them squarely in the front yard at the very edge of the property. Tubbo poked his head into the room to see what the commotion was about where he found a dusting of purple particles where Ranboo had been.

“Um, hi?” Tubbo says when he finally notices that their guest had woken up.

The teen just looks at him with a slightly confused expression before squinting. “Hi?” He responds. His voice is rough and croaky sounding. “Where, where am I?”

“You’re in my and Ranboo’s place.” Tubbo answers as he hands the teen a half full bottle of water. The teen accepts and drinks it with little trouble.

“Ran-boo?” The teen questions, his confusion becoming more prominent in his voice and expression. His voice sounds a little better but not much.

“Yeah, Ranboo’s the one that was here when you woke up. I guess you scared them enough to make them teleport out of the house. They’ll come back in when they’ve had a chance to calm down.” Tubbo moves to sit on the chair across from the couch.

“Oh.” The teen says, turning his head to look back up at the ceiling. His brow furrows before he asks another question. “Where exactly, is here?”

“We’re in Essempi, in one of the northern provinces. The closest town to here is called Snowchester. It’s close-ish to the border. I found you in the forest not far from here.” Tubbo tilts his head with a curious gleam in his eyes. “How did you get there anyways? Snowchester is the only town for miles and miles. The only other thing out here is the Antarctic military base about 50 miles from the border. Which is like another 75 miles from Snowchester.”

There’s a long silence. Tubbo almost asks if the teen had heard him when he finally answers.

“I don’t know.” Is all he says.

“Ok. Well, that’s not optimal but we’ll come back to that.” Tubbo says.

Just then the front door opens to reveal Ranboo on the other side. They calmly walk inside and shut the door. They notice just what they had walked into and slumped into themselves out of shyness. Their tail coming to wrap around their left leg as they nervously thread their fingers together.

“Um, hello.” They say quietly, not daring to look up from the ground. “I’m glad you’re awake now. We were getting really worried about you.”

“Nah, I wasn’t worried about you. I knew that you’d wake up at some point.” Tubbo says with nearly imperceptible faux confidence. Ranboo glares at Tubbo. It doesn’t take long for him to crack. “Ok, ok, maybe I was a little worried. But only a little!”

Ranboo nods. Now feeling a bit more comfortable they look at the blond teen. “If I know Tubbo, and I do, he probably forgot to introduce us. So I’m Ranboo.” They put their right hand on their chest. “I’m an Enderman hybrid. And that’s Tubbo.” They gesture to the other. “He’s a goat hybrid. What’s your name?”

The teen hesitates for a moment before saying, “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Tubbo asks sarcastically though his tone sounded a little harsh. “You lose your memory or something?”

“How the fuck am I supposed to know? I literally just woke up somewhere I don’t know with people I don’t know. Yeah my head’s a little fucky and I can’t remember a lot at the moment so cut me some fucking slack!” The teen suddenly bursts out. His face pinched into an angry expression.

“I’m just trying to help dude! Calm down!” Tubbo shoots back.

“Ok!” Both Tubbo and the teen startle when Ranboo raises their voice. “Yelling and cursing won’t solve anything.” They glare at Tubbo again then turn to the teen. “If you don’t remember your name we can always come up with something to call you right now until you remember. That way we have something to call you instead of just calling you ‘boy’ or something.”

The teen opened his mouth before closing it then opening it again, almost like a fish. He sat in an almost contemplative silence before giving them some kind of answer.

“I-I think it started with the letter T?” He knits his brows together in a kind of desperate concentration. As if it was on the tip of his tongue but just out of reach.

“T? Alright then I’m just going to start saying names that start with the letter T.” Tubbo replied, an almost evil smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

Ranboo thinks about trying to stop him but thinks better. So instead they just sigh heavily and go into the kitchen to hopefully find a snack or something. This was going to be quite a process but hopefully a short one.

“How about, Tim.”

“No.”

“Trevor?”

“No.”

“Tristin?”

“Nope.”

“Trent?”

“What the fuck? No.”

“Tucker?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Theodore?”

“I-no?”

“Ha! You hesitated! I’m going to call you Theodore from now on.” Tubbo crows in victory. A smug smirk on his face.

The temporarily named ‘Theodore’ gives the other a death glare. “If you value your life you will not call me that.”

“Okayyyy. Fine, fine, how about Tobias?”

“Isn’t that your name?”

“Eh, legally it is but I don’t use it so you can have it.”

He rolls his eyes. “Gee. Thanks.”

“Uhh, Taylor?”

“Isn’t that a girl's name?”

“It’s actually a unisex name.” Ranboo pipes in when they come back from the kitchen, snack in hand.

“Huh. Anyways, no. Not my name.”

“Thomas?”

And hoo boy, did that get a reaction. The teen’s face screwed up in an odd kind of anger. The kind that speaks of siblings teasing each other. “I hate that name. You know I hate that name.” The same kind of venom as a hissing wet kitten is put into those words. He crosses his arms and legitimately pouts.

Tubbo and Ranboo glance at each other. So some kind of nickname for Thomas was their best bet.

“Tommy?” Tubbo tries hesitantly.

The teen looks up. Recognition in his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Cool. Looks like we figured out your name boss man.” Tubbo says as he stretches his arms above his head.

“Huh. I guess so.” Tommy answers. His name was Tommy. That sounded familiar but almost not quite right. He elected to ignore the feeling.

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It had been a few weeks since Tubbo had found Tommy in the woods. Since then they had settled into a cozy routine. Some days Tommy would stay at home with Ranboo to help them clean and prepare meals. Other days Tommy would join Tubbo when he would go into town to sell various knickknacks and such as well as buy groceries and supplies for the week. And when Tommy found himself with some free time he would sit out in the chilly autumn air and try to remember things.

The healer in town had told him that he did lose his memory but to not worry. With how Tommy had lost his memory it should come back. Whether slowly as things just popped up as he continued to live life or suddenly all at once from a single trigger.

Tommy had hoped that it would slowly come back to him. Some things did, like how he woke up and knew that he had a family, but most things didn’t. All any of them could do was hope for the best. They had already checked around town to see if anyone recognized who Tommy was but there was no luck.

The only rumors they heard about nowadays were about the youngest prince from the Antarctic Empire. Apparently he had gone missing during a visit to one of the Military bases. None of the villagers knew which base the prince had been visiting so there was no way of knowing if Tommy could possibly be the prince. But with all things considered, it was a fairly low probability. So they didn’t look into much more.

Instead the three of them prepared for winter the best they could. First and foremost they needed to get Tommy outfitted with his own snow gear. Otherwise it would be far too much of a hassle to try and piece together things that they had around the house. It would also make it easier for when they all needed to go somewhere. With that out of the way, and a fairly pretty penny spent, they turned their attention to other things that needed to be done to get ready for winter.

Gathering blankets, storing away extra food, chopping or procuring wood for the cold days and even colder nights that lay ahead, things to keep themselves preoccupied during the expected weeks snowed in. Some things Tommy knew how to do, others not so much. When the winds took a turn for much colder temperatures they stayed inside and canned a good portion of their fresh produce. That way they could enjoy them throughout the winter when access was limited. Tommy had been put on bedroom winterization duty.

It was a strange thing for Tubbo to witness for the first time. After Tommy had been staying with them for at least two weeks, when they finally got around to clearing out their guest room to set it up for Tommy to stay in. In the beginning they all stayed in their separate rooms but after a few nights, Tommy somehow convinced them to all sleep in the master bedroom together. Once they had all moved in, the single full sized mattress was traded in for a king. Soon after Tommy turned it into what could only be described as a nest. Comforters made up the base as smaller, thinner blankets were intricately woven together to build up the sides. Inside were a plethora of pillows and various thickness blankets. There were even a few stuffies hiding amongst the bedding.

At first they thought that Tommy was some kind of avian hybrid but he didn’t have wings. So the only reasonable explanation was that Tommy was raised by an avian hybrid. Meaning that they passed some of those habits and such onto Tommy when raising him. Which was a great thing to learn since that meant they were just that much closer to figuring out who his family was.

They spent many days and nights working themselves nearly ragged to prepare for winter. It was worth it though. So that when the first snowfall came they were able to tuck themselves away in the warmth of their small cabin. All of them with a steaming cup of chocolate or tea in hand as they watched the snow fall outside the window to the soundtrack of the fire snapping and crackling.

During one of those snowed in weeks, Ranboo tried to teach Tommy how to knit. It didn’t end well. Somehow Tommy had gotten himself completely tangled up in the yarn then ended up throwing the knitting needles at Tubbo when he laughed at him. That then turned into a light hearted tussle where Tubbo was ensnared in the yarn still wrapped around Tommy. Tubbo ended up with not quite a black eye but a decent sized bruise on his left cheekbone from the needles thrown at him. Tommy now sported several small cuts and his own bruise that started blooming across the right side of his jaw from where he had tripped and smacked his jaw on the leg of the wobbly coffee table.

Once the two boys had finally calmed down some, Ranboo helped them untangle themselves from the yarn. And even with the two sporting battle wounds there were only smiles to be had. From there Tommy and Tubbo decided to get started on dinner. Talking jovially between the two of them as Ranboo continued to sit quietly on their armchair, knitting away.

Winter was a somewhat lazy season. Most of the time was spent making the various knickknacks and crafts that Tubbo took into town to sell. Although there were a surprising amount of times that the three of them had to get up on the roof to shovel the snow off.

“It’s because the original cabin is so old.” Tubbo answers when Tommy asks why they had to do it. “If there’s too much weight on the roof from all the snow there’s a high chance of parts of the ceiling, if not the whole ceiling, collapsing in.” He continues to keep throwing shovelfuls of snow off the edge of the cabin roof. The snow mound at the bottom is almost as tall as the damn roof at this point. “The expansions and add-ons are less likely to collapse since they’re so new. But since this portion of the roof is not only old but flat as well, we have to be extra careful when the snow starts piling up.”

“We’ve been able to put more supports in so this old gal can hold way more weight than when Tubbo and I first moved in, but it’s still better practice to just shovel the snow when it starts getting too high.” Ranboo adds on, only slightly out of breath and leaning on their snow shovel. “I’d really rather not wake up from the ceiling collapsing on top of me.”

“True, good point.” Tommy says. He shovels with just a bit more vigor now. He’d rather not wake up from the roof collapsing on him either.

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By the time the snow finally started to let up and showed the first signs of possibly melting, Tommy had read just about every book in the house, semi-successfully learned to knit a wonky and fairly misshapen scarf, and could make potato stew without looking at the recipe.

With spring slowly coming upon them it marked nearly six full months since Tommy had come to live with Tubbo and Ranboo. Tommy hadn’t remembered a lot in that time but he had come to accept that he possibly wouldn’t get any more of his memories back at all. So instead he spent his time enjoying what he had.

“Tubbo! Hurry the fuck up! We’re already a half hour late getting to town for the market and we still have to pick up groceries!” Tommy shouts from his place by the door. He’d already packed up what they needed to take into town and was now just waiting on Tubbo so they could leave. “If you don’t get your ass in here in the next thirty seconds I will fucking leave you!!”

There’s a thump from the bedroom that they all share. Sounds like Tubbo was finally finished getting ready. Good, they were wasting daylight here. Tubbo came scrambling out of the bedroom. His hair a fluffy mess and his clothes bunched up in some places like he hadn’t pulled them on fully or properly.

“Fucking finally.” Tommy said in a mocking manner, though the slight smile on his lips spoke of fondness instead. “C’mon, let’s go.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.” Tubbo responds, his voice a bit muffled from the hoodie he was pulling on.

Once on their way, the two lapse into a comfortable silence. It isn’t warm enough for the animals to have woken up yet so the only sounds they could hear were their own footsteps and breaths. The walk to town doesn’t take too long but it still leaves Tommy slightly out of breath. He still isn’t used to walking this far with so much weight on his back.

Snowchester was fairly large but was still considered a village. It had at least one chain grocery store but the rest of the businesses were all mom and pop shops that had been there for generations. The outdoor market had been moved inside for the time being considering that there was still at least four feet of snow on the ground. Which was better than the twelve feet they’d had for months up until recently but still too much for the outdoor market.

They walked down Main Street, heading towards the market, when they passed a music store. The front window caught Tommy’s attention almost immediately. He stopped and stared through the glass at a beautiful grand piano. It had definitely seen better days but it was perfect. While staring at it, vague memories of laughter and music echoing through impossibly large rooms flitted through his mind.

At this point Tubbo had noticed that Tommy was no longer walking beside him. Looking over his shoulder he spots Tommy staring through a shop window.

“What you looking at?” Tubbo asks as he walks back to where Tommy stands.

Instead of answering, Tommy heads into the shop. He walks up to the counter where a kind looking older man sits. Tommy assumes that he’s the store owner. The man smiles warmly as Tommy approaches.

“What can I do for you young man?” The possible store owner asks.

“That.” Tommy points over his shoulder to where the piano sits silently. “Would you allow me to play it?”

The store owner gives Tommy a pondering look. “Do you know how to play?”

“I-I think so?” Tommy responds, not quite as confidently as before. Could he play?

“Hmm. Sure, I’ll let you play. I don’t get many people to come in and it’s nice to see young folk taking an interest in musical instruments.” The older man smiles widely then gestures towards Tommy then the piano. “Let’s see what you got kiddo.”

Tommy just nods as he heads over towards the piano. He takes off his coat and pack and hands them to Tubbo then sits on the piano bench. Tommy stares at the keys for a bit. He can hear music being played but would he be able to play it? Was that something he could do?

Hesitantly, he presses a key. A clear strong note rings out in the silent store. Tommy presses another key. The two notes don’t sound right together. But then something happens. It’s almost as if something clicks into place, providing Tommy with years of knowledge that he didn’t remember he had. His hands positioned themselves over the keyboard then confidently started to play a song.

It was slow at first. Each note purposefully played in a way that almost sounded like grief. But there was a budding hope that started to grow and bloom as the song progressed. A beautiful melody that echoed in Tommy’s ears. Everything sounded correct but it felt as if something was still missing. As if there were other parts that were needed for the whole and full experience.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tommy could’ve sworn he caught just the barest glimpse of long pink hair woven into a complex braid, the sound of a violin accompanied. Then there was a quick shining flash of gold rimmed glasses and a red beanie as a bow was dragged across the strings of a cello. The two played in tandem to the melody as his fingers deftly pressed the keys, completing the song in a way he couldn’t even begin to imagine. But when the song came to an end and Tommy looked around, he could only see Tubbo and the store owner there with him. Had he imagined them?

The owner clapped enthusiastically as he walked towards Tommy. “I’ll have to say young man, that was some of the best playing I’ve heard in a long while. My name is Jonathan and you’re welcome to come back and play anytime you’d like.”

Tommy thanked him then hurried out of the shop. Tubbo sputtered the entire way to the market.

“Dude! When were you going to tell me that you could play the piano?!” Tubbo shouts after Tommy.

“I didn’t know until today. It kinda just happened. One second I had no idea what I was doing and then bam, I played whatever song that was pretty much perfectly.” Tommy says as he starts to unpack in their booth space. “I’m also pretty sure that song has accompanying cello and violin pieces. At least if my memory is right, which let’s face it, it’s not in the best shape.”

“True, true.” Tubbo starts to help set up their booth alongside Tommy. “Are you going to go back and play again?”

Tommy doesn’t say anything for a long moment, as if carefully considering his words. “Yeah.” He finally answers. “I think I will. If it’s the only thing that I can remember then I want to hold on to it. It’s not like I know when, or even if, my memory will come back.”

Tubbo hums and they finish setting up their booth. It was going to be a long day.

#dsmp #dsmp fanfic #dsmp fic #my first fic in this fandom :3 #bench trio #sleepy bois inc #sbi fanfic #we got them hybrids too! #enderman hybrid Ranboo #goat hybrid Tubbo #avian hybrid Tommyinnit #winged tommyinnit #memory loss #amnesia #royalty au

[lildevyl]

Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic Chapter 8:  Michael’s Birthday

Summary: The Bench Trio celebrate Michael’s Birthday!

A/N: So some fluff here! Also this chapter does have some background with Wilbur and Techno. Their backgrounds were inspired by Tommy's Ultra-Important Keychain by SeriouslyCalamitous

Also will tag the chapters with Trigger Warnings. Just to be safe.

HAPPY WRITING!

TW: Mention of Past Child Abuse, Mention of Past Child Neglect, Mention/Implied Past Mugging.

(Bad’s Café)

Tommy couldn’t keep the grin that was plastered on his face off.  He was excited about today!  It was Michael’s Birthday today and the little trouble maker was turning eleven today.  Tommy was at Bad’s Café picking up the two dozen muffins that Bad insisted on giving Tommy to take to the party.

“Tell little trouble maker Muffin Head, Happy Birthday for me!”

“Will do Bad!”

“Tommy!”  Wilbur called out as he walked into the Café.

“Wilbur!  How are you doing?”  Tommy asked.

“I’m doing good.  I came by to see if you were working today.  I’m guessing that you’re not working today though.”  Wilbur gestured to the muffins in Tommy’s hand.  Then he noticed a present as well.  “What’s the special occasion?”

“Huh, oh!  It’s Michael’s birthday today!”  Tommy answered.  “Michael’s a kid that I sometimes watch on the side for Ms. Pinkett.”

“That’s cool.  Give me a minute and I’ll walk with you,” Wilbur offered.

Tommy was about to protest, but Wilbur had already ordered his coffee to go and paid for it.  A few minutes later, Wilbur was right by Tommy’s side and gestured for them to get going.

“So, how did you become a part time babysitter for Michael?”  Wilbur asked with a teasing tone and soft smile.

“Ms. Pinkett used to be my Foster Parent before me and my roommates got out of the system.  She was one of the “Good Ones” I guess you can say.  The Foster System sent us to a Group Home for us “Problem Kids.”  It actually turned out to be a good thing though.  She really helped out a lot.  But we just   .   .   .   couldn’t stay.  She understood and even helped us get out.”

Tommy went quiet as memories came back.  Ms. Pinkett was literally one of the “Good Ones” in the Foster System.  Years of going from home to home, so many rules broken and too many lies being told to him time and time again.  It got to the point that Tommy literally thought that there was something wrong with him for why no one wanted him.  So many different homes, schools, and a Social Worker who literally just seemed like they were too tired to care.  Yeah, Tommy couldn’t have been more grateful for Ms. Pinkett!

But when the “Incident” as Tommy refers to it happened.  It was when Tommy was younger and was very naïve of the world.  Seeing someone slumped over bleeding in an alleyway on his way from school one day.  Tommy, not even thinking about it, went over to the stranger and healed him.  Some time later, Tommy nearly got kidnapped because of his healing powers.  

Tommy couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if Ms. Pinkett hadn’t come barreling down the street and got them to her brother’s house!  She was so furious with the Police when they just wrote it off as a “Prank.”  It was at that point that Ms. Pinkett had helped teach Tommy about his powers and the dangers of having said powers.

Tommy looked over at Wilbur when he came back to reality from Memory Lane.  He was expecting the “Pity Looks” and the “Sympathetic Frown” because that’s what Tommy mostly got from people when they learned that he was a Foster Child.  Every now and then you come across the “Good Samaritans” that literally only saw you as a gig for their blog or a “Charity Case” Opportunity to get brownie points from their viewers.

Tommy, already mentally preparing himself for the “I’m sorry to hear that Toms.”  But when Tommy looked over at Wilbur, he was surprised.  None of that came, as a matter of fact, Wilbur, himself looked so deep in thought, like he went down Memory Lane as well.

“Kinda sounds like me and Tech before Phil adopted us.”  Wilbur said after a few minutes of silence.  Tommy’s jaw hit the floor.  Wilbur?  Wilbur and Techno were in the Foster System?

“Phil was a Foster Parent for a while before his wife died.  Techno was placed with Phil because, well, he was a “Problem Child” and no one wanted to deal with a Piglin Brute Hybrid.  I came along a little later.  Phil found me on the streets after I ran away from home.”

“Why did you run away from home?  Was it that bad?”  Tommy asked.  Tommy just couldn’t fathom why you would run away from having parents, a home, people who cared about you?

“Yeah it was.  My parents only really cared about their reputation, what others might think of them.  It was all about money and their perfect image and if you didn’t fit into that perfect image.  Then they just tried to sweep it under the rug or tried to fix it.  When I came into my Hybrid features, they literally tried to get me to hide it or suppress it.  They couldn’t stand having a *cough* Mer Hybrid as a son.  I ran away when I was about ten?  Eleven?  I think?  Phil found me six months later and took me in.  A few years later Phil officially adopted us.”

Tommy couldn’t help the stab of jealousy that shot through his chest.  That was every Foster Kids’ dream.  To finally find a family that will love you because of all of your flaws and not expect a perfect child to be molded into.  But he also felt a bit of sympathy for Wilbur.  He couldn’t imagine what it must be like to have parents that cared more about money and what people thought about them than their own child?

“I had to officially and legally disown my own parents.  One so Phil could adopt me and two because the last thing I wanted was to have my parents see that I ‘made it’ and then decide they want their son back.”  Wilbur explained.

Tommy nodded in understanding.  He heard and read countless stories of families neglecting and/or abandoning family members.  Only to come back in their lives full of empty promises and praises all because their kid had “made it big.”

“I work for Phil and he owns a Studio Company.  I’m in charge of the Music Department.  Techno’s the Social Media Manager.  Phil’s in charge of looking over everything.  We have other people that help out as well.  I’m also trying to get my own music out there.”

“Wait, do you sing, Wilbur?”

Wilbur started to flush at that.  “I tinker around.  I play guitar and I sing.  I write my own songs as well.”

“You’re going to have to show me sometime.”  Tommy smiled imagining what Wilbur’s singing voice would sound like.

“Sure, you can stop by my place sometime and I’ll sing for you!  Also, I think we’re near where you live.”  Wilbur gestured to Tommy’s apartment complex.

“Yep, we’re here.”  Tommy turned to the rundown, and crumbling building in front of them.  

Wilbur made a face at the state of Tommy’s apartment complex and the cracking concrete steps.  But didn’t say anything about it.  Tommy was truly grateful for that.  Tommy knew that their living conditions weren’t ideal and it would be nice to live in a place where the carpets weren’t stained with something that suspiciously looks like mold or blood.   Or to have vents that didn’t have a strange smell to it.  Or to have a building that didn’t have a fresh coat of paint to cover up some kind of “Crime Scene.”

But unfortunately, they can’t.  At least not yet.  Ranboo should be getting a raise here soon and he is without a doubt one the best and youngest Assistant Managers the Pet Store ever has!  And if Tubbo got accepted into one of L’Manburg’s Tech Schools.  Then there was a sure chance that Tubbo could get a really decent paying job.  Tommy’s content at working at Bad’s.  Tommy really didn’t have any future plans for himself other than getting the hell out of the Foster System and try to forget about that day.

“I’ll see you later Tommy?”  Wilbur asked, bringing Tommy out of his tumbling thoughts.

“Yeah, Wil.  I’ll see you tomorrow at the Café!”  Tommy called after his friend and headed up the steps and towards the elevator to his and his friends apartment.

(Ms. Pinkett’s House)

One bus ride and a five block walk later, Tommy, Ranboo and Tubbo arrive at the party a little bit late but not by much.

“Tommy!  Ranboo!  Tubbo!  It’s so good to see you guys!”  Ms. Pinkett gives each of them a side hug and beaming smile.  “Thanks for coming guys!  Michael’s been super excited to see you!”

“We’re doing good Ms. Pinkett and thanks for inviting us!”  Tommy said.

“Tommy for the last time, it’s Scarlet!  I might not be your Foster Parent anymore but you still babysit -”

“I’m not a baby, Mom!  I don’t need a sitter!”

“But you still ‘supervise’ Michael and his friends from time to time.”  Ms. Pinkett - Scarlet said.

Tommy used to babysit Michael when the three of them lived together.  When Tommy, Ranboo and Tubbo managed to get out of the Foster System and get their own place.  Tommy still “Supervised” Michael and his friends from time to time for Scarlet.  After what almost happened to Tommy and Scarlet nearly getting mugged herself.  Scarlet literally has been asking Tommy when she was unable to get home in time to watch her son for her.  It’s usually only a few hours.  And it never really interfered with Tommy’s schedule at Bad’s.  Scarlet couldn’t have been more grateful for Tommy’s help and offered to pay him for when he “Supervised.”

The trio walked into Scarlet’s one story house and placed the presents on the dining table and headed into the living room.  Tommy instantly recognized Ant (Antonio), an Ant Hybrid and Shroud, a Spider Hybrid, two of Michael’s best friends that he had known since Kindergarten.  Tommy also recognized a few other people that Scarlet works with at the Starlight Plaza and their kids.  And Tommy of course recognized Karen and her two trouble-making kids.  Luckily, for everyone else, there were plenty of adult chaperons to make sure that Karen’s entitled kids don’t cause a scene.

The party was in full swing, with plenty of games, food, cutting the cake and serving ice cream.  Michael sat down on the couch opening up his presents and thanking everyone.  Michael got a few new board games that Tommy had feeling would be played by Michael and his two friends the minute the party was done.  A couple of stuffed animals that he really enjoyed (Michael loved the chicken plushy that Tommy made him).  He also enjoyed the Heroes vs Villains video game that Tubbo got him.  Ranboo got him a gold plated hair clip for when he wants to braid his hair.

Unfortunately, the trio couldn’t stay for long because they had to make sure that they made it to the bus stop in time.  After giving Michael a final hug and promise to stop by some time, the trio headed.  That early evening, Tommy, Ranboo and Tubbo, rode the bus home with laughter in their ears and smiles on their faces.

Little did they know their world would come crashing down around them.

******

Characters:

Siren -Wilbur

Erinyes - Techno

Orcus -Phil

Theseus - Tommy

Nuke - Tubbo

Ender - Ranboo

Michael the Piglin - Is a Hybrid in this story might actually be a little more in the story. IDK yet!

Tagging: @weirdmixofweirdness, @tracobuttons, @nightfuryobsessed, @iamliteraltrash1, @luna-moonblood, @ashedflower, @a-humble-narcissus

Previous Chapters:

Chapter One: Head Injury Link Here

Chapter Two: Nuke and Ender Link Here

Chapter Three: Some New Faces Link Here

Chapter Four: New Places Link Here

Chapter Five: Unexpected Visitors Link Here

Chapter Six: Getting Help Link Here

Chapter Seven: Group Home Link Here

#dsmp superhero au #dsmp fanfic #tommy innit's secret clinic #healer tommy #vigilante tubbo #vigilante ranboo #villain wilbur soot #villain phil #villain technoblade #siren wilbur soot #winged philza #piglin hybrid technoblade #tommyinnit #philza minecraft #technoblade #tubbo #ranboo #wilbur soot #michael the piglin #ocs #tw mention of child abuse #tw mention of child neglect #background for wilbur and techno #idea for this chapter for wilbur and techno's background #is inspired by tommy's ultra-important keychain

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RANBOO ART TIMELAPSE

There’s no title for this AU but it’s a Techno adoption/hybrid AU :)

Ranboo is a human/cat/lizard hybrid (in order of significance)

listening to “Upside Down” by JVKE while drawing and it severely influenced the color scheme I will say

#ranboo #Abeehiltz AU #dsmp adoption/hybrid AU #JVKE #art #time lapse #porple <3