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krabs-quill · 2 years

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phantom gn!reader x royal!sbi? platonic of course.

the reader is an old friend of philza's since phantom's have a long life span, maybe they were a potions dealer and phil at the time was a hunter and potion dealers and hunters were known to be a great pair during that era so they kicked it off but split after that era was over and moved to other professions.

the sbi are running away after their kingdom turned against them, and phil led them to a forest to try and find reader? but when they arrive wilbur, or someone else of your choosing, freaks out cause they think phantom hybrids are dangerous and such.

but before he makes a move, reader folds their wings which means 'surrender' in phantom? fluff ensues :D hope this isn't too much. /gen

old phantom phriend - royal!sbi x phantom!reader

characters: royal!philza, royal!tommy, royal!techno, royal!wilbur

main characters pronouns:they/them

trigger warnings: fire, weapons, death threats, mention of cults, cursing, kinda politics but not really???

authors notes: this was like, surprisingly really fun to do? super neat concept, thank you for the request!!

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Phil had everything planned. His sons couldn't have been able to predict the oncoming rebellion, but Phil sure did. He took extra care in ordering only the most trusted servants and guards to keep Tommy, Wilbur and Techno as isolated in the castle as possible, because if they were to go outside in the public eye in the past 6 months, they'd have an arrow in their neck and crimson on the ground.

Only now do they finally see what's going on- rallies being led to the front drawbridge of the castle and a man standing on a wooden crate. He is slim and lanky. In one hand he held a pitchfork the height of two wine cellar barrels stacked up on each other, in the other he held a large wooden pole with the kingdom's flag slowly engulfing in embers. The crowd smells of sweat, ashes and faux justice.

“People of this wretched kingdom!” the man on the wooden crate starts, raising the burning flag high over his head. The large ashes fall into the crowd as he continues. The man's words fall on deaf ears, however, as Phil orders his guards to alert the princes of their sudden urgent departure.

“I can't believe I'm going to see you again- after 40 years and under these circumstances…”

Phil sighs tiredly, discarding his glistening crown on his pristine writing desk, ridding himself of the last piece of physical evidence of his reign.

Knocks rattle through the large oak door of his bedroom, and a guard speaks with a gruff, urgent tone.

“My King, the princes have been escorted out of the castle with their belongings. They are safe and waiting for you at the largest oak tree in the far east of the forest. I'll have to escort you now; and fast. Knights at the front lines have turned on us and they are lowering the drawbridge to the townspeople. Do you have all your personal belongings?”

Phil grabs two large leather bags, intricate designs dance across the straps of each one. After slinging them over his shoulder, he then turns to the wall closest to the large windows.

Hung up on the wall is a longsword. A few scratches on it and a worn handle, but it was loved well and a bow with a sling of obsidian arrows to go with it. Both items have dust covering them as if it's been ages since they've been swung or plucked, Phils fingers quickly grabbing them and cutting through the dusty residue. He nods, following the guard out of his bedroom soon to be ransacked and burned to the ground; his crown placed on the desk surely to be taken by a squalid dictator.

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“PHIL! Phil, what the Fuck is goin on, man?! The whole fuckin towns swarming the castle!”

Tommy yells, his voice panicked and shrill. He stands up immediately from his spot on the lush grass. Taking a good look at him, he carries his own bag prepared by one of his servants before ushering them out of the castle's perimeter. On the surface, he doesn't seem to be equipped with self-defense precautions other than a large rock in his right hand- but Phil can't exactly see into his bag, so he only prays that the former servant packed at least a dagger or something.

“Listen, I'll explain all that later but right now we need to leave, now. It's not safe here anymore, alright?”

Phil glances around to see his other two sons.

Wilbur is seen standing a few feet away, a thousand yard stare as his left foot taps away with what anyone could only assume to be a mania of thoughts on his head. Heavy footsteps circle all three of them, as Techno has been orbiting the small clearance around the large tree. A close look at his stone cold expression makes it clear that he's watching for anyone who could possibly sneak up on the unprepared group.

Wilbur snaps his head up at Phil, “Look at me- Phil. What are we going to do? Because by the look of things, I just happened to notice the rallies of townsfolk with pitchforks and I don't think they seem too happy.” Wilbur babbled.

Techno quickly introjects, voicing his own concerns.

“Listen, how much did you plan for this kinda thing, exactly? Maybe you didn't notice-” he stops pacing, turning to look at the castle in the distance as one of the corner towers erupt into flames from the inside, “-the castles uninhabitable for us anymore, and we're runnin from an entire KINGDOM. So unless you've got some secret life saving plan, now's the time to tell us. Otherwise, I don't see any way we'll be gettin’ out of this.”

All of them are looking at Phil, waiting for an answer to each of their questions. He sighs, pulling out his old longsword from its sheath.

“Techno, take this. So, we absolutely can't go back. I've got a plan, we're going to visit an old friend of mine. And we have to go NOW.”

Phil disclosed, setting off into the woods immediately after. Techno takes the sword hesitantly but wields it like an old friend as he follows directly beside Phil. Tommy sputters concern and shock, but it falls on dead ears. Wilbur is the last to move, standing there looking at where his father once stood with wide, squirrely eyes. He flinches when Tommy calls him to catch up. The boys follow Phil into the thick, suffocating woods.

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Each bird that rustles the trees or deer that steps on the dry grass makes the entire group stop each time it happens. Phil has his bow and arrow up and ready, pointed towards the ground as he walks with a cautious eye.

Techno holds the blade of his sword across his body, ready in case an unruly visitor decides to make an unforeseen appearance.

Tommy clutches his rock, though it won't do much compared to a sword and bow but perhaps the sweat from his hands would make its way onto the rock to scare away the opponent.

Wilbur, unlike Tommy, has actually checked his bag prepared by his old servant and finds a decently sized dagger to wield. Not as good as a sword but DEFINITELY better than a sweaty rock. Despite this though, Wilbur seems to be the one most on edge. To no surprise, Wilbur used to be the brother who went the least outdoors. This meant the spontaneous castle lockdown impacted him the least, but the sudden turn of events spawned an intense feeling of shock and confusion at every little thing he failed to be instantly familiar with. This feeling only heightens at an alarming rate as the group arrives at a strange treehouse.

Knock, knock, knock

Phil knocks on the tree three times. A few dead silent seconds pass before odd sounds seem to emit from…inside the tree?

Like clockwork, a long staircase folds out from inside the tree step by step. Techno, Wilbur and Tommy flinch back, a contrast to phils calm and almost excited face.

Footsteps gradually make their way down the steps, and the more Wilbur sees the more alert he becomes.

Sure, he had never been one for going outside much if at all, but with the castle's grand library to keep him busy, he had learned a few things. A few things about those white markings on blue tinted skin. About those lime green eyes and slim, scaly tail. About those large intimidating wings that could circle prey for hours, and those razor sharp teeth that can bite chunks out of a human's shoulder and soar away in an instant to circle back and make sure they go for the neck next time.

“Phil? Oh my gosh, phil?! It's been YEARS, man! What're you doing here again- came to pay me a visit, ay?” Y/n jested as they went in for a friendly hug, however instead of Phil they felt he was replaced with a sharp dagger pointed at their throat.

“Hey, hey, hey! Calm down there, pal-” Y/n put their hands up in defense, Wilbur cautiously holding his weapon to their throat.

“Right, I’m telling you now to stay away from Phil- don’t fucking touch Phil you feral monst-” he brings himself to a full stop as he hears a loud swish of the air. He looks from Y/n's wide eyes, to their wings, folded and pressed into their back, at their face, and at their wings again before hesitantly withdrawing his dagger and shuffling back a bit.

Folded wings mean no harm.

If there was anything he remembered at that very moment from the various books he's read, it was that. Y/n's face was alarmed and a bit shocked, sure, but their face seemed to match up with their wings and their intentions were clear; they meant no harm. He fully settled down, giving them more room to move as they slowly put their hands down and relaxed.

“I'm an old friend. I don't wanna hurt anyone, I promise. You won't see me trying to get damage on anyone here, swear to it.”

Y/n says, still trying to be tentative of their tone. While Y/n seems to be much more forgiving of the sudden out of pocket threats, Phil on the other hand was furious. A hard smack in the back of Wilburs head seemed to get the message through.

“What the hell was that, Wil?!”

Phil scolds Wilbur, with no remorse even after Wilbur hisses and rubs the back of his head in pain. Techno and Tommy burst out laughing, easing up the tension.

“Bruhh, I'm gonna be honest Wilbur, it doesn't seem like you really thought that one through.” Techno chimes in, a taunting grin on his face.

“Man, if I were you Wilbur, I'd be so, SO embarrassed if I were you, but luckily, y’know, I’m me. Me and NOT you, Wilbur.” Tommy boasted with a shiteating smile.

“Anyway, enough with the smalltalk. What're you doing here, Phil? Haven't seen you in what, 40 years? Shouldn't you be ruling that kingdom I've been hearing about? Also, who are these guys? Never seen them before.”

Y/n gestured towards the three younger boys as they spoke, nodding their head towards the trio. Phil gruffly sighs, remembering the months of resistance against his reign. Y/n notices his sudden change of emotions and intently listens.

“The kingdom got tired of us. There was lots of gossip about some man who started this huge cult following- something about him being a god or something pretty much. He got so popular that his cult eventually took over the entire kingdom. That's when he convinced all the citizens that he should be king and that we were ‘imposters sent by Lucifer himself’ or something. He overtook the castle, and that's when we all had to sneak away. These three are my sons, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy.”

Techno nods at Y/n with a brief hello, Wilbur hums to show his presence, and Tommy gives a boisterous “hello there!”

Y/n stands there with a dumbfounded expression before responding.

“Well first off, hello boys, lovely to meet you. Secondly-” they take a deep breath before continuing, “-WHAT?! They just- ambushed you? Just like that? Man, I mean if the people in that kingdom were THAT easy to persuade into some cult, I don’t think you'd wanna rule there anyway.”

Smalltalk continues between Y/n and Phil, they offer them all a place to stay for as long as they need. Phil expresses his gratitude to Y/n, but there seems to be another conversation going on.

“Well go on, Tommy! You ask!”

“WHAT?! No, no, no, if you're so curious about it then why don't YOU ask?!”

“I've gotta agree with Wilbur on this one, Tommy. I mean, if we're gonna be livin’ here then you've gotta start pullin’ your weight, you relied on the serfs too much anyway.”

The huddle breaks as the trio stands up straight. Wilbur speaks up, seeming to act like his normal self again.

“Now, excuse me, Mx. Y/n? Tommy has a bit of a question he'd like to ask you, if you would be so kind.”

Wilbur declares, nudging Tommy forward to urge him to speak. Tommy jerks the side of his back away from Wilbur in annoyance. If you try hard enough, you can hear him angrily mutter “bunch of fuckin wrong ‘uns…” under his breath. Tommy turns to Y/n and Phil, clearing his throat before speaking.

“How do you know Phil?"

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“Wow, way to make that question really captivatin’, Tommy. Way to go.”

“SERIOUSLY Techno shut the FUCK UP!”

Y/n lets out a snort before answering the question.

“Ahh, Phil here and I used to be partners waaay back. I was his potion dealer and he was a hunter back when that whole pair was popular- not even sure if you guys were alive for that era. We were real close for a good while before that whole thing died out and we went off to do different things. I've got my own thing and by the looks of it Phil does too. But man, you kept the bow and sword? Those ancient things?”

Y/n nods at the sword that Techno is still holding, though he sheathes it back into its holder now that he feels unthreatened. Y/n reaches up, stretching their back and flaring their wings out to stretch as well before relaxing.

“Oh, here, come inside! I've got a good amount of extra rooms, so make yourselves at home. Something tells me you'll be here for a while.”

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evilspiritsgoneloose · 2 years

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I didn't know you would request the third part like crazy xD, but I finally finished it after rewriting it like 5 times.

This will also be the end of the trilogy because I literarily don't have any idea more how it could continue.

Anyway, I hope you all will like it as much as the other parts

Stay hydrated and keep being awesome :D

A Little Note For You Pt.3 (End)

(SBIxFamilyMember!Reader)

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!Warning! Bullying, Swear words, Violence, Blood, Grammatical Errors (please just oversee them, if there are there)

Characters Mentioned Philza, Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, Technoblade, (Secret Person)

Summary The Bully strikes again, but will not laugh after it.

Word Count 2,139

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Part 1 | Part 2 |

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All of your brothers stood around you, looking at the ground where the boy was laying. No one said a thing for like a minute until Tommy began to spoke, "What was that"? As random as this even just was, you felt the eyes of your older brothers on you. You didn't know why they were starting at you but you felt the urge to just escape them and run. Run after the mysterious boy.

But you did nothing. "Let's nothing interpret something into it" Wilbur spoke "could have just been made up to humiliate Y/n" he sighed "that mammal is up to no good"

Your brother were about to head to their next class, "Are you coming?" Techno called you out. You didn't realize they were moving. Thought over thought occupied your brain. Could the boy be the secret admirer, or did someone have a crush on you. It has to be the first

You snapped back into reality as Techno laid a hand on your shoulder. You immediately looked up to him with a questionable look.

"It already rang to the next class, hurry or you will be late" With a simple nod you opened your locker again. The folded letter flew out and fell to the ground. A little heart was seen on the top.

Everyone was gone by now, only you remained. So you thought. Just as you bend down to pick up the letter, a foot stepped on the paper. Nearly hitting your fingers. You looked up only to the bully.

"Look how we have here, a human who hides behind their brothers and can't do anything on their own"

"Leave me alone. I never did you any harm"

He laughed "as if you could hurt me, you're merely only bones" he began to flex his arms "I on the other hand have all the muscles. I could beat you in an instant" he looked down at you and saw what your intention was until he interrupted.

"You were picking something up? Oh! Let me get it for you"

The bully raised his shoe. You tried to grab it before he could but he was faster.

"Give it back" you demanded with a hand open.

He held the folded paper, halfway unfolded it, "or what? You're going to shout for your brothers"

With a mischievous grin, he got closer, nose nearly touching yours.

"Give it back, I don't want to hurt you"

The bully just laughed at you, "You? Trying to hurt me?" He laughed again "baby, I wouldn't do it, I could beat you into hospital" He held the paper above himself "You're lucky that I spare you, I don't beat pussies"

Your mood got shifted by 180 degrees, "But I do" was the last thing the bully heard before a strong kick pressed him into the lockers. Immediately after, he received a well deserved punch in the face.

God bless you for training a lot with Technoblade. For self-defense, as he called it.

Just for your luck, a teacher saw you hitting him and got alerted. "Y/n Minecraft, to the director! Now!" The teacher also pointed to the bully, "you too!"

The teacher walked away to the office, as Mr. I-can-beat-you pushed you away and said an angry "Thank you, ass"

Half an hour later, you sat in the office with Phil and the mother of the bully.

The mother was crying about how someone could be so hostile against her little baby boy.

Both you and Phil knew arguing against her would lead into a wall out of pure frustration.

The behaviour of her son was well known around the school. Everyone, even the teachers, were on bad terms with him, but of course mother only thinks he could never do harm to someone.

You grin inside you over the cute pet names. Great blackmail if you would ask me.

As the meeting was over, the bell rang for the next break.

Outside were your Brothers, waiting for you. They were surprised as you left the building with Phil. Because of Tommy, they already know why Phil was here with that look on his face. A face of disappointment.

Phil only said hello to his sons and left as quickly as possible. Now all six eyes are pointed towards you.

"What did you do?!" Tommy shouted.

"I punched someone"

Wilbur and Techno, mostly Will, looked at you in shock.

"Who?" Tommy wanted to know

"School bully" you only said, but all three knew who you mend.

Now techno was alerted. Never had you punched someone without a proper reason, "what did he do?"

"Not much. Only words" you sighed, "can we please talk about something else. Dadza already gave me a lesson and I don't want another one from you guys"

"Yeah, yeah, quit complaining" Tommy started "what ever this dude did, he deserves every bit of what you've done"

The next hours ended very quickly, and the next school day began just as fast.

You thought you would have a typical Schoolday, but oh boi were you wrong. Somehow, information got leaked about you fighting the Bully. And as soon as you entered the school ground, everyone looked at you.

Some looked shocked, some looked at you as if you were the hero. But none came up to you to talk, They all just stared.

"Don't all have something better to do" Tommy called out and now everyone looks away again.

All day you could hear talking around and about you. You hoped for another letter from the secret admirer, but nothing came. As if they never existed.

You felt sad. Upon not knowing who he was, you secretly wished for him to continue giving you letters with sweet nothing's on it.

You wanted to find out who he is. Hold him and have a great time together, maybe even go on a date. You sighed, thinking it would be all over now. All because of some Shit-eating ass that made him embarrassed.

The day stretched like gum, but a smile hushed over your lips as the bell rang, calling it the end of school. You just wanted to dump your stuff in the locker and get home. As you opened the locker, a letter was seen on top of your books. First you thought it was the one from yesterday, but then you remembered that the letter is actually in your pencil case.

You took the paper and unfolded it. What's written on it made you cry a single tear.

Hi Y/n

I first didn't want to write you today out of fear I get caught and bullied again. But all day you had been sad and I don't want you to be sad anytime. Please smile. Smile so your eyes shine in the sun again. Smile so your beautiful dimples are shown.

Yours Sincerely

While reading, you began to smile at how cheesy some lines were. But they made you happy nonetheless. You put the letter in your pocket and dumped the book in the looker. Ready to go home.

You had to go alone because Tommy and Will had lessons off and Techno still had Club activities. Thou, it didn't bother you at all, so you could still come down from your little smiling and red cheeks phase, without Tommy teasing you about it. The words from the letter occupied your mind almost the whole way home.

You were interrupted and ribbed back to reality as you heard a familiar voice shout.

It came from behind a wall, so you tried to climb it and look over. But curiosity kills the cat. The Bully was there again, with someone you couldn't quiet define. To your luck, one of the Bully's followers spotted you and made everyone aware. Just as your name got called, the mood of the bully shifted. He looked straight into your eyes and he looks like he's about to kill.

As fast as possible, you tried to run away and hide, but the other one was faster and grabbed you be the collar. He pulled you back with pure force. Breathing was hard for a second.

"Do you think you can just get away after what you did to me!" He clearly sounds mad "Because of you I'm not allowed to go to parties any more!" He drags you further behind the wall "You're gonna have to pay for your actions"

The Bully pushed you against the wall and pressed you down onto the ground. Just now, you could see who he was harassing before. It was the Boy from yesterday, the secret admirer. You recognized his face. He was in your class but you hadn't had a name connected to the face.

First, the Bully slapped you with his backhand, and he then squished your face against the wall. His goons hyped him up even more. You were in a tricky situation and weren't even able to defend yourself.

Barely seconds after, a punching sound could be heard and then felt how you got freed from the bully. You saw some pink hair for a second and after heard it some terrified screams from some followers.

As you came back to your senses, you realized what had happened. Technoblade had the Bully in his left hand, raised from the ground. He then let go, causing the bully to land on his butt. Techno looked town at him like the rubbish that he is. "I hope to never see you laying your filthy hands on my sibling again. Do you understand me?" He just nods and then sprints away out of fear.

Techno goes over to you and helps you up. You immediately hug him. "Are you okay?" he asked worried. You let go and look up at him "Yeah, only a few scratches"

You looked back to the boy from your class. His back was facing you and he was about to leave.

"Hey you!" You called. He stops immediately and slowly turns around, "You mean me?"

He had a busted open lip, which was bleeding badly also had a lot of dirt on his skin. Both of you looked very beaten up.

Besides the dirt and the scratched, he was gorgeous and handsome. How did he never get your attention? You felt stupid.

You got closer to him to have a proper look at his wounds, "We should get these treated" you could see how his eyes were fixated onto you. Disbelieve and nervousness could be seen in them. Your hands reached out to his arms, also checked them for any injuries. "Y/n" he called out your name so sweet and quiet, it made you stop your heart for a second.

One of your hands locked with his and you dragged him out of this horrible place and onto the streets.

Both of you sat down at the pavement. Techno was one step ahead and brought some supplies to clean both of your Injuries up. As the good brother he his, he helped you with the spots in your face.

Just as Techno was finished, his phone rang. Phil had called him to go into the next supermarket and get something for supper. He said goodbye to you and left you in awkwardness.

The boy had the medical supplies in his hand, but hadn't started cleaning up yet.

"Um... should I help you?" you asked. His heart was racing as fast as a Formula One car. So was yours. Without a word, he gave you the supplies and you started to treat his injuries. Neither of you talked about anything. There was just pure awkward silence, Thick pure awkward silence. As it was finished he simply said a "Thank you" but that was everything.

You sat there for a good amount of minutes until you couldn't hold it in any more, "You know... You always made my day with this little letters" He smiles down to the ground. "I'm glad they made you smile" He took in a deep breath in and out "I mean every word I wrote"

Again silence.

He couldn't see it because he was still staring at the ground, but your cheeks heated up and turned red.

You collected your shit together and tried to not let out a squeal. "I never got your name?"

"Karl"

You felt brave and placed a hand on his own one. Karl turned his head around to you. Pink cheeks are visible on both of your faces. Eyes are locked together for like a minute until you two simultaneously laughed.

The awkward tension flew away and Karl initiated to hold your hand. "Do you maybe want to go on a date?" You looked back into his eyes with a smile and said "Of course, I would love to"

The End

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disturbed-and-depressed · 1 year

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Technoblade: Do you wanna know how I really hurt my wrist?

Tommy: Yes

Technoblade: I was hoola hooping. Philza, Y/n and I attended a class for fitness and fun.

Tommy: Oh my god

Technoblade: I’ve mastered all the moves. The pizza toss, the tornado, the scorpion, the oopsie doodle.

Tommy: Why are you telling me this?

Technoblade: Because no one will ever believe you

Tommy: You sick son of a bitch

#dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp x y/n #dream smp x you #dream smp incorrect quotes #technoblade x y/n #technoblade x you #technoblade x reader #technoblade #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit #sbi x reader

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michu-chaotic · 2 years

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SBI + sibling!reader (plotanic)

Summary: Headcanons of the SBI with a younger sibling!reader walking into their room after having a nightmare.

c!Philza

So for Philza I'm gonna make him be your dad instead because we love dadza <3.

He's definitely a light sleeper and is usually always up to like 2am so once he hears your little sobs from across the room, he'd come rushing to you.

Will help you calm down by playing with his wings whilst doing breathing exercises :D! He will not leave your side until you're fully calmed. If your nightmare was THAT bad he will stay by the side of your bed until you fall asleep.

"I won't let anything happen to you, okay? It was just a silly nightmare <3"

He has three other sons so he's pretty much always ready for this moment <3.

Tommyinnit

Grumpy and heavy sleeper. You'll have to wake him up by softly poking his shoulder. At first he'd be like "What is it now?" still being half asleep, until he notices it's you and the tears in your eyes. He'd immediately go soft and sit up and ask what's wrong.

He'd honestly be like "It's just a nightmare, it's not real so don't worry." And wipe your tears away.

He doesn't really know what to do but he'd offer you to sleep with him if you want so you feel a bit more safer!

Also add the "Don't tell anyone about this."

Wilbur soot

Wilbur is another heavy sleeper tbh. But once he sees you all teared up, he'll just take a guess and scoot over so you can lay down beside him while telling him what happened. He would hum to one of his songs until you gradually fall asleep !!

If you're not ready to fall asleep, he'll just put on a funny video on YouTube for you to watch until you drift off to sleep again.

Depending on how bad your nightmare was, he will sometimes carry you back to your own room again and tug you in while you're sleeping or he'd just let you sleep in his arms.

c!Technoblade

He's a light sleeper as Philza. He's always on look out and stuff. But once you came into his room in tears with your comfort teddy in your hand while he was writing a letter he was like "Aren't you supposed to be asleep- oh."

He'll come up to you and carry you into his arms and sit on his lap. He'll ask what's going on and what the nightmare was about. He's unsure about what to do, but he had Tommy coming into his room after a nightmare when he was a small kid so it's nothing new.

He'd just make you do breathing exercises and do these cute piglin noises to make you laugh <3. He'll let you sleep in his bed and hum you a lullaby until you fall asleep.

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nerdysleepybunny · 1 year

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DUDE IMAGINE SBI WILBUR AND TECHNO BOTH HAVING A CRUSH ON YOU AND FIGHTING OVER YOU. Might write some fics about it tbh. Thoughts? Ideas? 👀

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py-dreamer · 1 year

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SBI & RodentHybrid!Reader

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GN!Reader, (this is my first time doing something like this-)

Rats, mice and most rodents alike are under-appreciated in my opinion and I had some SBI brainrot I could not stop.

How did they find you?

Philza had just adopted his 3 chaos sons and was not expecting to have anymore children.

Tommy was 3, Wilbur and Techno were both 10

however, one day he heard tiny squeaks during a trek in the forest.

he thought it was just a regular mouse but it was too loud to be one so he followed the source and peered in the bushes and in it was lil' ol' you

you couldn't have been more than a year old by the looks of it and you were absolutely tiny! you could fit in the palm of his hand

you were also freezing cold and there were no adults around so... guess Phil's gonna adopt another child then!

Your rat features:

I put down rodent hybrid cause' I couldn't make up my mind if you were going to be a mouse or a rat (there's a difference!) so neither can your family!

You have the cartoonishly big mouse ears (think Mickey Mouse) and also a long thin and scaly tail

You also have delicate whiskers and a itty bitty nose that has a surprisingly good sense of smell

There are small patches around your body hear and there

TOE BEANS! TOE BEANS! TOE BEANS!

Also, smol. Extremely small. You are by far the shortest in the family. Mice are really small so I think you'd grow to 1ft 6 at most

Rats have strong teeth so you also have a set of really strong buck teeth

Since Techno once talked with a piglin, and Phil's chat are literally crows, you can talk to other rodents

"I'm not like other people! I'm 1ft 6, I have the best sense of smell, I can talk to animals and I have a tail cause I'm a foocking rat baby"

Life with the SBI

it was rather difficult to adjust to the new family member because of the drastic height differences but nothing they couldn't handle

All the seats, tables ect have a little ladder carved in or have a step-ladder attached so you could climb up

Stairs and doors. They were going to be a problem. So Dadza made like a little elevator out of string, small planks of wood and pulleys so you can get up and down the floors. Each door in the house also had a small doggy door on it so you could easily enter...though one time a stray cat had gotten in and chased you around the house so the main door and the door to the backyard had to have little locks installed on the little doors too.

Once you got a bit older, Dadza realized it would've been a very tiring life for you to have to climb up every seat and every table and every shelf you want to use so he made a little hole in the wall under a table and built tiny furniture perfect size for you and helped you decorate your room

Any soft fabric in the house was a perfect napping spot for you. your family would often find you nesting in hoodies, cushions, jackets, cloaks, blankets ect. (Although once Wilbur almost sat on you when you got a little too comfortable and fell asleep on the couch)

I'd like to think whenever you were mad at one of your brothers, you'd steal their stuff (that you can carry ie Tommy's disc, Wilbur's beanie, Techno's gold) and hide it in your room or a small crevice that only you can fit in and they'd be to big to fit in and reach their stuff.

You would also take advantage of your size and hide in places impossible for your family to hide in but not for you! You were always the hide and seek champion and could evesdrop on your brothers from inside the walls or inside a chest.

Midnight snacks. Just all the snacks. Rats can fit through any space they can get their heads into and some can chew through metal so there was nothing stopping your hungry tummy. Phil was even considering enchanting the pantry to prevent you from theiving all the snacks (you'd share with your brothers though, Phil was just miffed you ate all the snacks before dinner and could get ill)

When you guys were going out and you couldn't keep up, you'd just ride in one of their bags. You were extremely light and it was hard to keep up with their long legs so this was a perfect solution (you 100% fell asleep in a bag once and the family almost flipped the house upside down looking for you)

Your relationship with Dadza

We already mentioned him earlier but he loves you very much

Phil was a lot more nervous to take care of you cause he'd never raised a child this small before

He was very hesitant to let your brothers hold you when you were a baby because you were just so small and fragile-

When you were little and went out with him, you always had to be on him or holding his hand. Sitting on his hat, his shoulder, riding in his bag, him carrying you, he didn't mind but you couldn't be let out of sight especially in large crowds or tall grass.

He always had at least one of his crows keep an eye on you when you went outside to play just in case anything goes wrong

He still worries about you a lot but knows that at least you can defend yourself now.

Your relationship with Wilbur

he was your big brother and you both love each other a lot

it took some time getting used to you but the moment he saw such a tiny baby, he just went 'SMOL CHILD I WILL PROTECT YOU'

in the early days, when Philza couldn't take care of you, he'd hand you to Wilbur who'd spend time with you and Tommy. Be it going to town, making a new song, going to meet Sally, he was mostly glad to bring his little siblings along

While he cared for you a lot, he still played tricks on you sometimes like when he told you that birds eat mice and you just became terrified of Phil and his crows for a good week XD

He was much more relaxed when it came to your safety (not that he'd let you go into the woods alone, like just be less protective than dadza) though he would just be wary when you guys are with a lot of people so he'd prefer it if you were riding on his beanie. He'd get weird stares but as long as you're safe, he didn't care

when composing songs and you're with him, he'd sing the lyrics and you'd sometimes squeak them back in your high-pitched voice and he would either laugh or die from cuteness...or both

rats also generally have better hearing than humans so when he was composing a song, he'd ask for your opinion to see if it was good or not

Your relationship with Techno

when you were first welcomed into the family, he didn't know what to do-

don't get me wrong he got the same 'PROTECT DA CHILD' feeling as Wilbur and even the voices told him to 'PROTEC SMOL THING' when he got them later on

it's just that you were so small that he was afraid he'd hurt you he was never as gentle as his twin or his dad and Wilbur seemed to like you so he figured he'd him take care of you like Tommy

though one day, you were out in the garden. Techno was training, Phil was in the house, Wilbur and Tommy were with friends. A stray zombie found its way to your home and it started to attack you.

you were too small to get away quick enough and tripped but just as the zombie was about to hurt you any more, Techno shot an arrow through that f*cker's head he then realized you were too weak to defend yourself so decided to train you to be stronger

Wilbur was unsure about letting you wield a sword but Techno insisted it was for the best. Eventually, Tommy bugged him enough to train him too.

it took a while but after enough time and hard work, you were able to wield a few light weight weapons and were able to hold your own at pvp by quickly darting and dodging around your opponent.

when you weren't training, Techno read you and Tommy greek mythology. Tommy would sit in his lap and you would rest on his head (if he felt like it, he'd let you two braid his hair)

like the rest of the SBI, he gave you a piece of golden jewelry, for you it was a small earing

Your relationship with Tommy

I'll be honest: Tommy didn't really like you at first

He was glad to not be the youngest but he didn't realize that he'd get less attention due to you being a baby

they still loved him of course, but Tommy couldn't help but feel jealous when Dadza helped you make your own room or when Wilbur took you on their trips to town or when you'd always be carried by Wil or dad or when Techno started training you before him ect

he'd always try to ignore you or glare angrily and naturally, you reciprocated the behaviour and thus you two always had a sort of rivalry

he'd call you names, yank your ears, tail or whiskers and in turn, you'd call him names, steal his stuff and sometimes bit him if he pulled too hard

But then, one day:

You were 10 and sitting by yourself on the swings in the park. Barely anyone else was there and you were doing your own thing. It was one of the rare opportunities when you could be alone. I mean, you did love your family and all but it was nice to have some alone time too. You were minding your own business when suddenly:

"Hey are you a doll?"

A little kid had just picked you up by your waist and you were frankly very startled. You started wiggling, trying to get out of the kid's grasp but it was too tight.

"You're a very weird doll"

The kid held you tighter and you squealed out for help.

"I'm not a doll! Let me go!!"

The child gasps "A talking doll! Mama, mama! Look, a talking doll! Can I keep it please?" they called their mother over

A woman strides over and looked down while you were trying to get out of there. She gasps in horror and shrieks

"A RAT! A RAT! THROW IT AWAY AT ONCE BILLY! IT HAS THE PLAGUE! GET IT AWAY!!"

She then snatched you out of her child's sticky hands and threw you at full force into the mud.

"GET BACK YOU VERMIN! GET AWAY! RETURN TO THE MURKY SWAMP WHERE YOU CAME FROM!" She screeched while you were trying to process what just happened and collect yourself.

All of a sudden, you heard a very angry yet familiar voice from the bushes

"OI! NO ONE GETS TO PUSH MY SIBLINGS INTO THE MUD BUT ME!!"

He then pounced and shoved the prick and her brat into the mud.

"AHHHH YOU INSOLENT BRAT! HOW DARE YOU!"

Without warning, she grabbed Tommy and tried to trip him over him but before she could, you sneaked up behind her and bit down hard on one of her legs. Tommy then grabbed you and booked it out of there with the screeches of the witch behind you.

Once you two made it back home, you started to clean yourself up when Tommy handed a towel to you. He said nothing and looked away but the gesture was all it needed. The both of you were silent but a mutual care about each other started to grow that day.

it took a while but you two soon became thick as thieves

he even introduced you to Tubbo later on!

You and Tubbo relate to each other on the fact that you were both often underestimated and your shorter heights compared to everyone else.

Life in the smp

you decided to follow Wilbur and Tommy when the left home and promised to write to your dad and older brother

by now, you were as tall as you could be and could defend yourself reasonably well

you, Tommy and Tubbo absolutely cause chaos together. I mean the rat, the racoon and the goat? Who makes better thieves than that?

You definetely participated in the disc wars, stealing Tommy's discs back from Dream whenever you could

During the L'Manberg era, you decided to join your brothers' country and became good friends with the rest of the L'Manberg members. You had a little uniform and everything, you helped to plant flowers and decorate around the country since it was a bit hard to place down blocks.

L'Manberg really felt like a second home and a second family for you even with the constant battles, you still had each other and that was enough.

Then you and everyone else lost your first lives during Eret's betrayal and Tommy had to give up his discs (you wanted to steal them back but Tommy told you that it was ok and they'd find another way) but hey, at least you guys were independent now...right?

Then the elections happened. You were sure your brothers would win until the votes were revealed. They were banned from the country and you desperately scurried after them, trying not to get trampled in the angry mob

You helped them set up Pogtopia and that's when Wilbur decided to give you a job.

With all things considered, you were arguably one of the best spies on the server: You were tiny and hard to spot, you can hide in places no one would think to look, you were fast, agile and hard to catch, you have a far more superior sense of hearing and smelling and can therefore sense if anyone's coming much easier, and you can communicate with rodents; one of the most common and unsuspecting animals.

Therefore, Wilbur gave you and Tubbo the job of spying on Schlatt and Manberg. Tubbo would pretend to be on their side and you would eavesdrop from the shadows.

You should've been more wary of Wil's behaviour, he looked like he was loosing it but still wanting to help your brother, you accepted the job and spied on Manberg, giving Pogtopia info when you could.

Techno came to help and you thought that it would be alright from now on...then the red festival happened. Tubbo gave his speech while you watched from behind the curtains. Then he was boxed up and you could only watch in horror as Techno walked to the stage to execute your best friend.

You thought it couldn't get any worse when someone grabbed you from behind and took you to the stage. JSchlatt held you by the neck and learned that you were the spy sneaking info all along. And before you knew it, he squeezed your throat and you died from suffocation on stage.

Wilbur couldn't look you in the eyes after that and you were told that Techno shot a firework at Schlatt cause 'it wasn't part of the deal'

After the final battle, you couldn't be happier. You were celebrating with all your friends and looking for Wilbur before the ground shook and everything exploded.

You lost half your tail and parts of your left ear that day. But that loss couldn't compare to the loss of your brother, dead in your father's arms

You tried your best to return to normal and just when you started to recover, Tommy was exiled. You followed him to Logstedshire and tried to stand up for him against Dream but he was too strong.

Tommy convinced you to leave him and that he'd be ok and you naively believed him.

When Techno took him in, you followed him and couldn't be happier; your family was back together!...well most of them.

Then doomsday happened. Techno didn't tell you his plans and you were in shock as to why he would blow up L'Manberg now.

He then told you about the execution. That while you were with Tommy in exile, he was going to be executed by the butcher army. That news shook you to the core but you couldn't think straight with your second home being blown to smitherines again.

Afterwards, you decided to take a break from society and ran away to live by yourself in a small home you built in the woods for some time to recover.

Tommy would visit sometimes and told you about the hotel he was building with Sam Nook, Tubbo visited when he could, he even brought Ranboo with him once and told you about their son Michael. Philza visited once, he told you that Techno was doing alright but just hasn't found the time to visit. You didn't answer when he knocked on the door.

(Sorry if the end sounds rushed, its because it is. I just didn't know what to do about the rest of the extensive lore but let me know if you'd like more of these x reader stuff, only platonic though. Anyways, until next time my lovely marshiemellows!)

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mysticalsoot · 1 year

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he said he'd cure your ills (but he didn't and he never maybe will)

A/N: this one didn't end as sad as I intended. this was supposed to be entirely angst but I got distracted. i also can't stand to villianize Wilbur for too long before wanting to cry so yeah. it's not entirely angst, but still majorly angsty! if anyone wants a seperate one to continue this vers or the other, just lmk! I will happily write it.

TW// cheating mentions, swearing, mild manipulation, Wilbur is an asshole and honestly you shouldn't forgive someone who cheats BUT this is fiction and I am a sucker for Wilbur so that's a fault of me, mostly entirely angst, bittersweet ending, heights ummm I think that's it??

Words: 2.7k

Pairings: Cc!Wilbur x Reader

Pronouns: not mentioned, a few uses of y/n

Inspired by; The Smiths – This Night Has Opened My Eyes

Fluff version here

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"Wilbur," You begin, voice trembling and caked in uncertainty, "Don't go. You can't."

"Why can't I? I have free will," Wilbur's tone is sharp like claws that slowly pick at the flesh around your heart, begging to rip it from your chest. And you're sure it will. His arms are flayed out, stretched out on either side of him. The same way they always are when he's angry. "Who's to stop me from leaving your pathetic excuse of a person?"

"You don't mean that.." Your voice gives out at the end, and you back up from him and into the wall. You want to run.

You want to scream.

You want to call him names.

Yell at him the way he's been doing to you.

Threaten him in the same ways, only worse and more tortuous than he could ever come up with.

But he's right.

You're pathetic, and so you curl up inside yourself, you freeze, and you die inside. You're rotting from the outside in. You're rotting, and isn't it his fault?

"I mean every word." His words come out slowly, it's calculated, the way he says it. It's like he really does mean to hurt you, that every word is a swing of the sword he's wielded for months. Slowly getting duller as each swing cuts deeper.

First, it was the distance; he stopped being as affectionate in public or at home. He no longer asked for it either, he just let you initiate it as if it was a chore he'd rather forget about for months on end. But you let it go, he was probably just tired!

And then it was the phone calls; his phone would ring and he would leave the room. He always said it was "work" stuff, but you knew the people he worked with and you were even friends with his manager, let alone his bandmates. But you let that slide too. Who knows, maybe it was a secret project! It's not that concerning..

The last straw was your friends. They were his as well, but they were just as much yours as they were his.

They were the ones that caught him. Up until this point you had been willingly oblivious, always pushing the gut feelings and the second thoughts as far away from you as possible and burying them six feet in the ground.

Wilbur was out during the day, he had gone to the beach that day (although he told you he went to the studio), to meet up with them. James was walking past the boardwalk that afternoon and he saw the tall man over by the water, out of the corner of his eye. He thought it was odd given the fact that Wil almost never went to the beach without you. So, he moved to a closer spot and hid far enough away that he wouldn't be noticed by his friend but close enough he could still see. It was deceptive and over the top, yes, but James was always one for theatrics.

He watched as Wilbur had gotten closer to the person he was with, holding their face the same way he watched him hold yours. He smiled at them the same way he smiled at you. But this person, they were the complete opposite of you and it made James' blood boil. He knew that you had no knowledge of this person because if you had known, he would have known. And he was in the dark, so you must be too.

And unfortunately, he was right. He went to the others first, the band, Alex, Tommy, Niki.. He covered all the bases for your closest friends and gathered them all together for dinner and game night at his place. And so, James told them everything, everything he saw or heard; the fact you probably didn't know.

They hatched a plan that night, after discussing all of the details, and their own suspicions. The plan was simple, they would stage an intervention. When worded like that, it sounds as if they pushed you into it. They didn't, the words they used were this; we found something out and we think you should know, but we have to tell you in person; and don't bring Wilbur.

It caught you off guard for sure and it filled your body with buzzing worry and nausea. But it subsided when you had gotten to the agreed apartment (Niki's), only to build again when you saw the expressions on their faces. Ones of grief, guilt, and pain.

They told you everything.

And then you went home (after plenty of comforting until you were semi-stable again), and you told Wilbur. You knew. There was no getting past you anymore. The secret was out.

And now you're here. He's making it out to be your fault and you so desperately want to believe it's not, but his arguments are more compelling and convincing than you thought.

"You, Y/N, have always been a nuisance. You're clingy, and possessive, you talk too much and you never know when to stop. It's always Wilbur this and Wilbur that. You never give me a break. You're overbearing, you're controlling. And I hate every fucking bit of your shit existence!" It hurts so bad to hear every word he says and know that he means it. The ache in your chest feels like a throbbing and if you didn't know better you would've assumed your heart had been ripped out and shredded over and over and over again, the hole in your chest then gushing blood from the half-assed job of heart surgery. All done by the sharpness of Wilbur's words.

God, you wished this was just a dream.

"If I'm such a nuisance, why have you stayed?" You ask, tears burning the skin of your red cheeks. The bags under your eyes are more prominent now than ever, it's the exhaustion from life combined with the stress of...this.

"Because I pitied you," He pauses, eyes narrowing before stepping forward, closer to you, "I never loved you."

You wish this was a dream, it has to be. He's not this cruel, it can't be him.

"What about the promises you made? Did those mean nothing to you?" You're begging him to spare your heart now, to not rip into it in the same way he ripped it from your chest. Your tone simply begs; please spare me, Wilbur, please.

"I never meant a word." He’s stern in the way he speaks, sure to lace his words with venomous hatred. "How do you not understand? I don't like you, nobody likes you. You are nothing to me." The words slice right through you, clean and quick which doesn't help the pain of his words any. It merely worsens it, how can someone who's told you he loves you, be so cruel? What did you do to deserve this?

"How can you not understand how your actions affect people, huh? What? Did you skip basic etiquette in school? Or are you just that much of an asshole?" You spit back, your anger now overruling any anxiety you hold in your body, the grief is now anger, and its an out of control flame.

“Well, I'm fucking sorry for trying to spare your emotions!"

"Oh wow, you care so much about me. Fuck you, William." He's stepped back and you can tell he's eyeing the door, planning his escape from the burning words that leave your lips. "You, are a poor excuse for a man..and a friend."

"If you can't take what you dish, leave." You let all emotion drain from your voice, and you stand tall. His mouth opens, anticipating to speak but nothing happens. He simply groans and walks out the front door.

And then he's gone.

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You had spent the next year wishing you would eventually wake from the nightmare you lived. It never happened, you split off from Wilbur and hadn't heard from him since. And to help, you moved away from Brighton to London, and made sure to avoid any of his band's gigs. You still kept in contact with your friends, they always checked in and they would visit whenever they were in town. James stayed the closest, it seemed he had the most sympathy for you. They all did, but his extended further than the rest. You couldn't understand why.

He would stay at yours for a few days at a time, instead of the hour visits the rest would do. You enjoyed his company, and his kindness never failed to make you smile. It was nice to know someone had your back, even if your life prior to your move became so turbulent.

You never found out who the other person was, you didn't really care either. I mean for the most part you were perfectly okay with just not knowing, but you are human so a part of you was just a little bit curious. But you didn't waste your time looking, you simply let the theories run wild in your mind, never seeking the truth. It spared your heart, never looking.

You had run through the possibilities of how you could find out, but you really did not expect to find out when you went back to Brighton to visit family. You didn't want to go back by any means, it hurt too much, made your chest ache where his words had clawed out the flesh and your heart in one go. But you went, it hurt, but you went.

You were window shopping for the day, passing by the shops near the beach, and then you saw the spot James told you he found them. It was by the old tattered pier, by one of the poles.

You stopped there, and stared. It wasn't the most polite, sure, but you couldn't help yourself. Who cared if you clogged walking traffic for a moment or two?

You wondered what she had that you didn't, was it her looks? Was she smarter than you? Did she annoy him less, pay more attention to him? You couldn't quite figure it out, all you knew was thinking of the two of them shamelessly gush over each other in public, turned your stomach round and round like a carousel. You wanted to puke.

This is what hell is, isn't it? Your own mind torturing yourself with what ifs and ideas of what could have been. Or what you did wrong.

You went to walk away, move on with your life yet again, and you did but you quickly ran into another person.

“Sorry, sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going.” The words slur together into a single string of sound, and you quickly walk past them and down the sidewalk before even catching a glimpse of them.

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Unfortunately that isn't the last you saw of Wilbur and his new partner. This time there was a more personal interaction. Tommy had invited you out for a vlog he was filming, you hadn't been a guest in his vlogs lately and he “missed your humor”. What he forgot to mention was that Wilbur was invited too, although Tommy apologized profusely and told you he forgot he even asked his brother in the first place. You didn't mind it much, I mean it wasn't like you would get up and leave Tommy's vlog over something as petty as being around your ex. Even despite how shitty Wilbur was in the end.

For the most part you were able to avoid the man quite well. He was an hour late to Phil's place before leaving. Thankfully Phil let you take shotgun and once you four arrived at the agreed theme park you could easily hide away next to Phil as the two boys annoyed the shit out of each other. Tommy humming an able sisters song was involved. He got hit in the head. Phil did a lot of scolding during the drive.

Your plan worked out decently until it came down to the last ride, Tommy begged you to ride it with him and Wilbur-- he knew you had gone on it before and that you didn't find it very scary so you riding it with a terrified Wilbur seemed pretty comedic to Tom. You sitting there with a blank face while Wilbur and Tommy most likely screamed their heads off did seem quite entertaining to the kid.

You went in line first, ahead of the boys. Phil stayed behind holding everyones stuff that they couldn't take with them but Tommy managed to keep his camera to film. He was going between you and Wilbur and sticking it in either of you guys’ faces, trying to get the funny angles he loved to throw in.

“Tommy, what is it with you and putting cameras in your friends’ faces?” You cross your arms, a mischievous smile paintined on your features. The line ahead is a good amount of people long so you had plenty of time to goof around.

“It's funny!” Tommy lets out his usual wheeze like laugh and puts his camera away for now.

“You just like annoying us,” Wilbur adds, playfully rolling his eyes while he, himself smiles.

“Maybe!” Tommy stretches out the word and scoots to stand in front of you in the line, the people in front of you still not yet moving.

It took a good twenty minutes before the three of you were able to finally get through the line and into the ride, and once you did, you could see the anxiety fill both Tommy and Wilbur simply by how their faces went pale.

“You two okay?” Your gaze switches from Wilbur to Tommy and back to Tommy again.

“I’m fine.” Wilbur states, his voice wavering in an unsure manner you hadn't heard from him in ages.

“Tommy?”

“Also okay! As fine as ever!” Tommy’s back stiffens and he pulls out his camera to take some shots before the ride starts.

He doesn't get more than a few words in before the coaster car speeds up the incline ahead.

Both boys nervously laugh just before coaster speeds down, and they scream. You simply laugh in amusement as their faces churn into a fearful expression.

The pattern repeats throughout the rest of the ride, Wilbur and Tommy laughing and then screaming while you watch the two lose their minds. The boys' screams would get louder and more terrified whenever a twist would go upside down, or when the incline went straight down.

"Soo, how was it boys?" You tease the two of them, nudging both of them in the sides.

Wilbur's eyes go wide and he looks down to meet your eyes, "I never feared heights more." He earns a laugh from you and something twists in his gut, it's not a bad feeling, but he can't pinpoint what feeling it is.

You look to Tommy, "I can't believe this was my idea." A shiver runs down his spine and he shakes, and then runs to Phil the moment he comes into view. There Phil stands, bags and cameras, water bottles and candy in hand, holding his kids' stuff in true dad fashion.

Phil then hands out everyone's stuff to each respective person and he too asks how it was.

"Meh." is your answer.

"Terrifying." is Wilbur's answer.

"I've never regretted something more." is Tommy's answer.

Phil just laughs at everyone's answer, patting his son's on the back, before ruffling up your hair. His signs of affection.

"Hey, Wilbur- Y/n?" Phil's voice breaks his string of laughter, his smile still evident.

You both hum in response, both looking to him like little kids awaiting instructions.

"Can you two go take this extra stuff to the car while Tommy and I get stuff set up for the arcade?" The request is simple, and he doesn't mean any harm. But both you and Wil are anxious about this, surely silence will fill the air when the two of you are alone, but there's a voice in the back of your head that says it won't be as quiet.

Yet, the two of you agree and various bags and candy is stuffed in you guys' arms. Phil hands the keys to you, and Wilbur whines to him about how he's the most responsible one but Phil just laughs and shrugs it off.

You're a few feet away from the other two, "So, how's your year been?" Your question shatters the silence like a glass plate on concrete. It's abrupt, and it spooks Wilbur for a moment.

"Kinda shit, I guess." He shrugs and his voice is low and unsure and his eyes are fixated on the stone pathway beneath you.

"How's that girlfriend of yours?" You spare a glance back at him, since he's fallen behind you a bit. He sucks in a breath, body tensing.

"I'm not with her anymore." Wilbur's eyes gaze downwards, refusing to look at you. A part of you is sad for him, but another part of you is..happy? The feelings and thoughts are confusing, the conflicting ideas being entirely new to you.

"Oh." You don't say much more, instead you just let the silence take over for the rest of the walk.

It's only a few minutes before you're scrambling to unlock the car, and you haphazardly open the trunk, doing your best to not drop anything while you open it with your left hand.

"I'm sorry." Wilbur mumbles to you as he puts the last bag he was holding in the trunk.

"You are?" You ask, leaning up against the back of the car after you shut it closed. Your head tilts to the side as you look at him and you cross your arms over your chest. He doesn't look to you.

"Yeah," He nods, and then he swallows nervously.

"What you did wasn't right. You should've communicated with me, Wil." You stand up straight, arms falling to either side of you and you take a couple steps towards him.

He doesn't look up, "Man, do I know that."

You reach up to hold his face, to bring his gaze to meet yours. "You should have told me what was wrong, whatever was wrong. You still haven't told me."

"There was..a lot. I don't think you'd want to hear it all right now. In a fucking theme park parking lot at that." A small laugh leaves his chest and you smile slightly at the action.

"Maybe not today, but someday?"

"Yeah, yeah, someday."

The two of you leave it at that, and head back to meet Phil and Tommy. The four of you spend the rest of your day without cameras or arguments, you simply hang out and eat stupid amounts of candy and play every game in the arcade with the only goal of beating the high scores until you started to get tired. You were sitting at a nearby table, next to Wilbur with your head against his shoulder.

"Could we ever make up?" He cautiously lets an arm rest over your shoulders, you graciously take the touch, reaching your left hand up to intertwine your fingers with his.

"Maybe." You yawn, "Just maybe."

So you nuzzle further into him, and he sighs. He's happy, you're happy, even if the day was bittersweet, there's still hope.

He wasn't a bad person, just a person who did a really shit thing.

tags; @at0micc0la (since you reblogged the first vers lmao)

#wilbur soot x reader #dsmp wilbur #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #phil tommy and wilbur are related #im a sucker for sbi ok #angst angst angsty angst #merrily merrily we cry

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bat-stuff · 2 years

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Tommy: He is to steal the woman of my dreams!

Y/N: You say every woman is the woman of your dreams.

Tommy: I have a lot of dreams! And most of them are about women!

#Source:ghosts #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit incorect quotes #tommy #dream smp #dsmp tommy #y/n dream smp #dream smp incorrect quotes #dsmp incorrect quotes #minecraft #tom simons #sbi

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omniaimy · 8 months

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Potions and love

ELLOO, okay so this one is a sbi kinda fic, but mainly talking abt phil and wilburr. Pairing is readerxwilbur ofc, cuz why notttt.

I didnt know what to post, even tho i have lots in my drafts, so comment some numbers between 1 and 15 and ill post whatever number that draft is!

This story is inspired by an Idea from @neverlover follow this acc if youd like! On this account you can also find a link to a discord server in wich you can connect with writers! New writers or advanced, we dont care! Everyone is welcome.

Okay Ill shut up now, have fun reading lovess!!!!!

(Short story, like rlly short, but ill post part 2 if this one gets some reconition)

In a cozy village corner, Y/n's sibling ran a quaint potion shop. Nearby, a mysterious fellow named Philza often wandered in, curious about the enchanting wonders within.

One day, Philza faced a puzzling potion challenge and turned to Y/n's sibling for solutions. Yet, the potion's complexities remained unsolved. Coincidentally, Y/n happened to be around that day, sparking a fateful connection.

As Y/n entered, their gaze met Philza's curious look. A mutual fascination kindled, and they delved into potion-making mysteries. Impressed by Y/n's skill and genuine passion, Philza found a dependable partner.

Henceforth, Y/n became Philza's potion helper, crafting specialized brews and forging a bond that went beyond mere supplier and customer.

Unexpectedly, the tale took a twist when, during a regular delivery, Philza introduced Y/n to his sons—Tommy, Wilbur, and Techno. A swift bond formed, laughter and chatter making an intangible magic.

In the midst of this, Y/n felt a strong pull towards Wilbur. Their talks flowed naturally, laughter came easy, and their shared moments felt like a symphony of emotions. It was as though their hearts recognized a shared rhythm.

Over time, what started as friendship between Y/n and Wilbur transformed into a love that was as magical as the potions they mixed. Their connection held stolen glances, gentle touches, and eyes that spoke a secret language.

Each potion Y/n brewed for Philza carried a hint of their love, a silent tie linking their hearts.

Seasons turned, and the shop retained its magic. Philza and his sons became part of Y/n's life, expanding the family they found within the shop's walls.

And so, in the tapestry of time, a story unfolded—a tale of friendship, magic, and an extraordinary love. Y/n, Wilbur, and their potions became symbols of a bond meant to endure.

Okay, part 2? Lmk

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Technoblade and his Apprentice: The Shattered Totem- Kill or Be Killed (Part 1)

Part 1, Part 2

(Art by: Jammie on Twitter)

Where does this take place?: The Arctic Empire, New L'Manberg, The Greater SMP

What event takes place?: Technoblade's and (Y/n)'s execution

Character pairing: Piglin!Hybrid!Technoblade and Bear!Hybrid!Reader

Information on chatacter(s): Both hybrids have a human like form but when feeling threatened both are able to shift into a bigger more animal like form that will add onto both strength, agility, and height (height to look more intimidating)

WARNINGS: Blood, character death, descriptive but mild gore, angst, explosions, murder, manipulation, foul language, freezing,

Status: Platonic, Angst, Fluff, Familial (Technoblade sees reader as a sibling)

Pronouns: They/them

Word count: 7,306 (7K)

Page count: 21.4

Summary: Having been included with the aid of destroying L'Manberg with Technoblade both the Piglin man and dear reader soon become the main target for a certain quartet. Nailing wanted posters to the wooden poles around New L'Manberg the ensemble set off with the intent of having the duo pay for their crimes. Public Execution.

A disk spun on its needle, the haunting like melody soaking into the wallpaper that layered the drywall surrounding them. A fire cackled not far from their pawed feet, hot flames lapping away at the charred wood, it's fuel radiating just enough heat to warm the bear hybrids toes. Shadows dancing with each flicker of the orange blaze.

E/c eyes drifted to the compass that sat heavily in the palm of their hand, it's sheen surface shining with the loadstone enchant which only became more apparent with the fire's illuminance glinting faintly off of the glass surface, it's red pinpointing north.

Nervousness gnawed hungrily at the pit of your rather empty stomach as the thick skin of your thumb traced the letters dug into the cold iron back, careful not to damage the devices surface with your keen talons. Ever since The Blade himself handed you the device it had been clipped to your belt safely. Every so often you would spare a glance in hopes the pin would click, directing you towards your friend's new home.

At times you would stand timidly at the end of the dock where you last saw the other hybrid, where he told you he was going to retire from everything.

The conflict.

The government.

The violence...

"Y/n..." Technoblade stare at the sun that began to rise above the horizon as if it were to be his last, tired eyes tracing over the water line as the ball of flames arose giving birth to a new morning. His hair reeked of soot and gun powder from the recent events, here and there a patch of his roseate fur was littered in dark splotches from where clumps of dirt and gravel had landed during the nation's destruction done by the hands of its own founder. But the hybrid seemed to pay no mind to his tainted coat but more on the effervescent ball of flames that bathed the smoke-filled firmament in ravishing hues of orange and gold.

He lost the man he considered a brother. Wilbur. To his own father. Impaled through the chest by a glistening diamond sword, if Techno didn't know any better, he would have mistaken the glittering blade as the one that Tommy had gifted the winged man on their last Christmas together.

"Yes Techno?" Your voice was dry, hoarse even, noticeably wavering and damn near dead of all emotion, along with the dull sheen that glossed your e/c eyes. His ruby hues drifted to meet your own. Pain pooling deeply in those blood tinted orbs. Not only did The Blade lose a brother, but you had also lost something as well.

Your home.

And your friends.

You lost their trust the minute you turned to face the Piglin hybrid, hand held out demandingly as he had already placed two of those ebony skulls atop of the four blocks of inklike sand that wept, but their cries fell onto deaf ears as he afforded his gaze to your stony features. The third skull sat in his clammy palms, ready to slam onto the last block of soul sand; but he hesitated, looking down at your outstretched hand that itched to feel the smooth bone of the skull. Without a second glance, he placed it into the heel of your palm with a firm nod.

That is probably where the two made their mistakes.

"I think I'm going to retire." His words were stern but soft as he glanced at you almost as if you were a kicked puppy cowering with its tail between its legs. Your eyes remained on the still waters that skipped across the shoreline, the sound was painful reminder of what once was. "Where will you go? Will I see you again?"

Technoblade knew you didn't hold what happened against him, especially knowing his unexplainable hatred towards governments, I mean shit. Look what it's done. He lost his brother for God's sake, to the unquenchable thirst for power that he had at the tip of his fingers.

Techno shook his head, unsure. "I honestly don't know, wherever the wind takes me I guess." Digging a hand into one of his pockets the taller male ferreted around before fishing a handheld object from its depths. You watched with a quirked brow as the taller man held out a large hand, gesturing for you to take what sat in his grasp.

"For when things go south. Go north."

At first when Techno said those words, you didn't think he meant literally, but here you were, eyes glued to the red needle that pointed north. Ever since the day of Wilbur's passing you didn't intend on living in L'Manberg- or NEW L'Manberg that is- after Tubbo took the title of the shattered nations president you had turned away from that unfinished symphony. You now resided within the barrier of the Greater SMP, atop the hill of where a certain tumultuous British boy's home was dug into.

Some people blamed you for the way things went down, Technoblade unleashing the hellish three headed beasts with the help of your traitorous hands, the TNT that tore the nation's structure, sending everything skyward. They blamed you for helping the Pigman fight against the government that drove his brother to insanity. The Government that exiled its two original founders or the same one that drove the once great leader whose eyes shown with pride's son to destroy the very walls that were made to protect him.

You glanced towards the dingy window another content smile splayed at your thinly lined lips.

You remembered the time Technoblade- the man to who you looked up to with much pride- taught you how to correctly plant potatoes.

"No, you don't plant them like that, they'll grow wonky." Pulling the vegetable from its hole, the one that you nonchalantly dug and tossed it into. You looked at the taller man that towered over you with a deadpanned expression, the six-foot something man paid no attention to your bored expression. Reaching into his pant pocket the fucia haired man ferreted for a moment. "Why? This is just a waste of fucking time they're just potatoes, nothing to get fussy or even get excited over." You spoke with the roll of your eyes and a shrug before standing beside Technoblade, dusting your soil caked fingers against your filthen and slightly tattered pants, perfect for farming.

"Yes, they are just potatoes, but these potatoes' are what is going to fuel out battalion and keep our bodies from shutting down on themselves." Pulling a blade from his pocket the other dug its sharp edge into the middle of the vegetable and skillfully cutting it in half. Glancing at your curious figure his long tail snapped back and forth with entertainment. Just a moment ago you were groaning about how potatoes weren't much to be excited about and how planting them was a waste of time.

Extending his hand towards you he held the small handheld blade in his scarred clad hand. "Cut them in half, we need to ration as many as we can so there's enough for everyone." You glanced up at the older man with uncertainty glinting in your (e/c) hues, a brow quirked to add into your iffiness.

Chuckling softly Technoblade bounced his extended hand expectantly with a soft groan. "Are you gonna take it or not? I'm trying to do a whole bonding moment with my apprentice- and my arm is starting to ache." Now it was his turn to deadpan at your stiffened figure below him. Your round ears flickered as you jumped, fingers softly surrounded the blade, face bloomed with blushing embarrassment. Clutching the blades handle you glanced innocently up at the other, eyes glinting with questioning.

Crouching slightly beside you Technoblade placed a large hand atop of your shoulder, a finger directed to the bottom of the knife. "Use this part the knife, it divides the meat in the potato better, but when you plant it make sure the small roots here-" He let his acute nails poked at the white spikes that protruded from the plants skin. "-Plant that part in the soil, make sure the cut part is facing the surface so that when it grows the plant's stem can break the surface better." Nodding you watched intently as he explained.

"Alright." Reaching into the small potato bag that hung from your hip you pulled out another potato as Technoblade turned away from you to plant the potato that he took from your hole and planted both halves in his own dug holes before scrubbing his palms against the knees of his pants as he covered the crops.

You held the potato gently, eyeing it with a faint smile before digging the tip into the skin.

That was when the days were long and grueling but empty of most problems, the most you had witnessed within the walls of Pogtopia was Wilbur's constant and rabid mental decline that plummeted like a stone in water.

Blabbering about being the villain and that if he couldn't have L'Manberg, then no one can. And with that, it was blown into the sky with the help of two shape shifting hybrids.

You clutched the compass, pulling it to your chest. Not many ever forgave you for helping destroy the same thing that they were all fighting to protect, throwing all of their work down the drain like expensive wine. Sometimes it ate at the core of your brain, no matter how badly you wanted to apologize to the children that had to face the wrath of the man with big dark horns, or even witness the once lively leader loose his ever-living mind to the nagging voices and now a boy sent to exile by his own friend, the one who he saw as an actual brother.

Is this how Eret felt? When he expressed his remorse for the final control room?

Heaving a sigh your e/c eyes drifted out of the window as your mind settled on the boisterous blonde's home, one that use to bound pridefully down the prime path that just so coincidentally happened to lead up to his doorstep, chest puffed, and head held high. It was eerily quiet without his high-pitched laugh or passive aggressive threats. A spark of memory flashed through your mind as you recall a conversation with a certain winged man.

"That kid, I'm telling ya, he's given me more gray hairs than my own son." He chuckled humorously as he watched his adopted blonde son clash his skull against the firm horn of his friend. Crying out in pain before rubbing the soon to be bruised spot that blossomed due to their recklessness. Tubbo on the other hand, clutched his stomach that grew tense with laughter a few breathy taunts leaving his cavernous lips.

He spoke about how incredibly corrupt that government was, how it tossed the presidential titles around like it were a game of Ga-ga ball, and whose ever feet the ball just so happened to hit was the new ruler of the damned nation. The blonde man spoke of how that government drove his one and only son to dementedness and now cast the other aside, doomed to bare exile with the ghastly apparition of who once was. After your departure from L'Manberg, much like Technoblade, you gifted the two a compass that led to your home located just off the prime path, a way to locate you faster when needed.

A content but solemn smile tugged at the edges of your lips as you began to reminisce the better times, the times you were still considered a 'good person' but you too, had shoved the goads of violence to the back of your mind. Now, you did not have the voices that sang out in demand for blood, but you did have the invasive or intrusive thoughts that would dance around your mind like a ballet dancing the nutcracker. They were tempting, urging you to wrap your large palms around the throat of anyone who stepped foot on your doorstep, watch as their lively eyes glazed over with the thin sheet of death or maybe see your clawed fingers tainted with the said crimson whine.

This is what war does to a person.

No matter who they are.

A person could have the kindest heart and brightest eyes that one has ever seen before being tainted by the trauma of war that could make any man go berserk.

But it's not the memories that were left behind that made these impulses bubble to the surface, it was the blood that stained your tongue during it. Once an animals tongue collides with the copper relish of blood, it lingers like honey, like a craving even. And that is exactly what it was for you, a nagging craving that had turned sour as of the recent months. You blamed the damned hybrid side of you, the rabid bear.

The snap of the fire awoke your dazed figure back to reality as you glanced over, eyeing the glowing ember that sat on the waxed wood of your floor, with a groan you heaved yourself to your pawed feet before padding towards where the smoldering chunk of charred lumber lay, nonchalantly kicking it back into the hot pit to smolder into ash.

'Get ready my dearest friend they have bound my wings, they've found you.'

Gaze snapping to the communicator that sat atop the end table next to the hard leather cover of your recent read the screen illuminated. No one ever messaged you unless they wanted something from you, or it was an emergency.

Nimbly dancing around the furniture that littered your path, your large, clawed manus lifted the device to your line of sight. It was from Philza. The text a whispered message.

>(Y/n) whispered to Ph1lzA< What do you mean 'they've found you'? Who is it?

Panic slowly installed itself into the core of your stomach as the whisper sent, jumping around like an energetic puppy being taunted with an afternoon walk.

Who found you?

What did they want?

They bound his wings?

Did he mean Chat?

Seconds felt like eons as your (e/c) hues stare daggers into the electronic device. If looks could kill, that communicator would be fine ribbons.

>Ph1lzA whispered to you< The Buther army, they found your compasses. I don't have much longer for they are confiscating the communicator, be safe m8.

Shit.

The Buther Army, a battalion of men who seek vengeance on the ones who've wronged them, and it looks that you were one of the people at the top of that list.

Your rounded ear flicked as a stoic expression stoned your features into a thin but serious line. You needed to prepare.

Instantly your hands got to work, thumbing through the pages of your brewery book, collecting the needed supplies to whip up the potions you would undoubtably be needing to face multiple men alone. The house reeked of panic as your lip pulled into a focused snarl, revealing the sharp edges of your canines, jabbing the stick to your grinding bowl against the fragile blaze rod you spun the wand, crushing the rod into a fine powder to then be turned into strength potions.

Your dark tinted armor sat on a nearby armor stand prepared and enchanted, ready for usage, in the stands hand a glistening netherite sword that shone with enchantments, in the other a bow that too sang with advanced enchants. (Technobalde had helped you find the best enchantments and how to get them).

A nearby stand bubbled as the brewing came to a finish to which you swiftly slid into your hotbar, storing the rest in the slots of your inventory. Minutes turned to hours as your grueling work was done.

Fixing the strap of your armor your pawed feet slid into the metal of your boots that had been tailored by the great Puffy herself, lords bless that woman's soft soul. With the dusting of your shoulder to rid of the red stone dust, gun powder and blaze powder you were ready, body reverberating with fluctuating anxiety that gnawed at the core of your mind, clouding it with blurry cotton.

They were bound to approach you first since you were undoubtedly closer to the reconstructing nation built off of corruption and pain and you were sure Philza had messaged Technoblade to inform him of the approaching battalion that approached your home radiating malice.

Fixing your sights on the carpet that sat at the foot of the rocking chair that you sat in just moments ago you eyed the fabric remembering what lied beneath. Swiftly making your way towards the said furniture you tossed the carpet aside revealing the trap door it concealed.

A growl left your throat as the front door vibrated from the vigorous pounding as the lock held it in place.

"(Y/n) Step out of your home and surrender your weapons." A venomous voice demanded firmly as the sound of metal on metal made it to your rounded hybrid ears, four, that's how many shadows' you'd counted from beneath the door.

The power behind each knock grew potent as you slipped down the hatch, the voice of Quackity being deafened by the banging door.

Grabbing the legs of the rocking chair you swiftly pulled it over the hatch as it rested on your head against the cold metal of your helmet. At this point the knocking was no longer but the hard thud of a boot colliding with the now splintering wood you lowered the hatch still covered with the carpet down. And with that you began climbing down just as the door was thrown against your wallpapered walls.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!" The duck hybrids voice reeked with sour venom as he spoke, you could hear the group of boots thumping against the floorboards over your head. "WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT BEAR!" His voice seethed hatefully.

Your boots hit the stone of the tunnel that stretched farther than you would have liked but this here hall of cold stone is what divided you from being captured and possibly killed and freedom that shown just beyond that faintly glowing opening just a few yards away.

"Look at this," Fundy spoke deathly close to your hatch as the sound of furniture being tossed aside like a child's toy made it to your ears a deep odious chortle radiated the bird man's throat as the hatch was thrown open. Thats when the two of you made eye contact. A snarky smirk pulled at the corners of your lips as a two fingered solute was directed to the seething Quackity clad in netherite armor.

enraged vociferation erupted as you slid a speed potion from your belt and popping the cork before again glancing up at the winged man who scaled swiftly down the ladder, earth brown hues that burned with a dangerous fire still locked on your form. With a playful chuckle and wink you downed the vials contents that took effect almost as soon as it made contact with your lips, legs pumping, creating distance between you. Capture. And freedom.

The illuminated opening approached rapidly as a crazed adrenaline-filled grin spread across your features. Blood pumped loudly in your rounded bear ears. But as fast as it came it was gone as your euphoria only lasted a few moments; the familiar sound of hissing sounded faintly, even the sound of racing blood and thinning adrenaline it made your whole world slow almost to a stop.

As if time were being manipulated as said, it seemed to slow as you frantically tried to stop your speeding form from the now crumbling wall, the shards blooming from beside your head, the sight just out of your prefrail vision as your armored hands lifted to shield your face.

Like the flip of a switch time returned, your door to freedom slammed shut as your fingers brushed its closing knob. So close but again, so far. Your body was flung back to skid across the stone floor, a few hot morsels slicing through the flesh of your cheek. The sound of shattering glass made you curse loudly as the contents of your potion bottles spilled against the cold floor. Your shock was momentary as you regained your composure, jumping back to your pawed feet clumsily.

The exit was blocked by debris.

There was no way out.

Ringing enveloped your erratic senses, vision blurring together.

The exit was blocked by debris.

There was no way out.

You had to fight.

Guess it's time to sooth your hunger, your thirst for blood.

Turning to face the four who stood in the narrow hall, you lifted your netherite blade in comparison to their four diamond axes that were too raised, ready to strike.

Quackity's chest bounced with entertainment as your form took a battle stance as he lifted his axe, directing the point towards your now bulked form obscured in tainted and matted fur as you huffed, still out of breath from running."(Y/n) (L/N), you are under arrest for the assistance of destroying L'Manberg and being associated with Technoblade. You are here by sentenced. To death..."

"That's great. That's wonderful, but you gotta get outta here Wilbur." Technoblade stated firmly pushing a finger to his temple to sooth the raging voices that roared in his ears whilst pulling the blade from its place on his mantal. The pale skinned ghost turned to face his younger brother as stress knitted into the skin of Techno's brow. "They're gonna come, they're gonna see you- and they- I don't know what they're gonna do to you-" Technoblade turned swiftly to another brewing stand, removing the potions from their spots on his counter, "-I don't know what they're gonna do to me but- I don't think it's gonna be good." Fixing the round vials to his belt, Technoblade lifted the shawl from its hook before swinging it around his shoulders, locking the chain that held it in place.

Ghostbur held his fist to his chest anxiously as he hovered over the wooden floor of his piglin brother's cabin. Technoblade turned to face the transparent male with a sigh, placing a hand on his shoulder before opening the door. "Alright, there are some bad men Wilbur that are coming to get me-" The pink haired male's words halted in his throat as the said ghost exited close behind the taller male. Swiftly making his way towards the spruce fencing that lined the staircase Ghostbur leaned over with wide oxy eyes. With a gasp the man pointed a directed finger to the open field of snow. "Techno look..." Scarlet hues following the older of the two's finger to the open tundra the piglin froze with furrowed brows. "It's a sign!" Wilbur turned back to his younger brother excitement swirling in his glossy black orbs. "Blue!"

"Ghostbur, I need you to take that sheep." Using the tip of his sword to point tot he said animal he looked the ghost of Wilbur Soot in the eyes before speaking again. "And get as far away from here as possible."

Ghostbur's features shifted happily as he excitedly heeded the others warning. "Can I have a leash?" The man questioned innocently rubbing the knitted cuffs of his yellow sweater anxiously. He did NOT like the way the pinkette was acting. The said male rushed back into the house as Ghostbur sat atop of the plywood that connected the fencing rails.

"Yeah, I can go far away," glancing back towards the taller male he watched as Technoblade's large pink ears flicked prudently. "Would it be easier for you if I went far away?"

"Uhh, I just want you to be safe Ghostbur!" Technoblade replied as he lifted the top to another chest, ferreting frantically through it before jumping to another letting the lids fall closed with a loud thud.

"I'm always safe Technoblade, I'm already dead." The ghost floated towards his twin who hastily shoved the lead into his transparent hands, "what are they gonna do? Double kill me?" The brunette chuckled humorously at his own joke but stopped as he saw the glint of desperation in the other man's crimson hues.

"Ghostbur, it's stopped snowing- go as far away as you can or go and hide over a hill or something, alright?" Leading the ghost out of the door he raked a clammy palm through his infrared locks as the said other contently bound from the lifted porch, lead in hand as he approached the animal, latching it to the lead and softly tugging it towards a nearby hill cameoed in thick pine. "Bye bye Techno, have fun preparing for the event!"

Returning back to sporadically searching through the many chests that lined the walls he retrieved what he saw fit for battle, the paranoia that devoured his mind making things all the lot harder.

Were they only going after him?

What if they hurt Ghostbur?

Was Phil okay?

Were you okay?

It had been a good long while since the God of Blood had fought another, it had been too long since his hands knew the form of his hands wrapped around the hilt of a sword tainted with blood. Maybe if things weren't as he seemed it wouldn't come to that, maybe he could negotiate with the ensemble to prevent spilling blood. He was a retired man, he sworn against violence a long time ago and sought refuge within the snowy tundra to live out his retirement.

Chatter awoke the man from his thoughts as a pink bore ear flicked towards the source, crouching low the man clad in red and netherite tip toed his way towards the window where the voices seemed to grow louder. Using his index finger to lift the cloth of his drapes Technoblade peered through the thick sheets of glass softly blanketed with frost and fog.

Swiping a hand across the glass he peeked into the night where he saw Ghostbur chatting contently with the netherite wearing men. "He got captured IMIDIATELY, I've never seen a man get captured to quick holy Hell." The said ghost glanced towards the cottage every so often he gave a polite wave before pointing excitedly towards the windows.

"Shit, no, no don't wave at me- NO, DON'T POINT AT ME! DID HE JUST TURN AND POINT AT ME!" Pinching the bridge of his nose Technoblade groaned out in despair before sighing heavily before again peeking out the window, a bead of sweat dripping down his chin.

"Oh crap, they have full enchanted netherite- I thought they were broke-" The man chuckled to himself before lifting the curtain a bit higher to see what was happening despite not being able to hear the conversation. Almost instantly Ghostbur's face brightened impossibly bigger as he frantically waved at the man in the window.

Dropping the curtain, the man pressed the heels of his palm into his eyes with a groan of complaint. Standing from his crouched position he pulled the curtain all the way open only to cry out in complaint as Ghostbur ran enthusiastically towards the cottage.

"HEY TECHNOBLADE! They say they're gonna kill you Technoblade-" Opening the wooden doors Ghostbur invited himself in approaching the nether beast.

Technoblade lurched forwards to catch the door handle as Ghostbur again made his way outside, "Ghostbur- why- why are you leading them over to my house Wilbur- why are you doing this?" Ignoring his brother's words of betrayal Ghostbur turned to face the others scarred face. "What would you like me to say back to them?" Glancing towards the hill that the group of now four stood Technoblade eyed them wearily.

"Uh, how about you look at them and tell them that I'm not here."

Ghostbur's brows furrowed tightly. "But that'd be lying, I don't like lying!"

"We- THEY'RE GOING TO KILL ME WHY ARE YOU NOT OKAY WITH LYING!? Aaand they're all here- and their all right outside my house- Thanks Ghostbur" standing on the flight of stairs Technoblade puffed out his chest as he clutched the hilt of his sword closer unsure to use it or not.

"Oh, Hello again Technoblade." Quackity's lips pulled into a wicked grin as Tubbo fixed the handle of his hatchet in his hand.

"Uh, hello guy's, why have you guys come all the way over here- to my humble abode?" The said man descended the stairs where he stood a few moments ago as he eyed the Four before him. Quackity, Fundy, Ranboo and Tubbo. Where was the third?

Tubbo stepped forwards with a slight tremble in his stance as he spoke with a wavering voice. "Technoblade." He inhaled. "You need to pay for your war crimes."

"Woah, woah, woah, that was in the past man, alright? That was a different Technoblade. I'm a changed man now! I'm in retirement, I'm a good person now Tubbo." Here he went, negotiation, maybe he would be able to change their minds with assurance.

Quackity hummed in denial whilst shaking his head, nose scrunching with malice as he lifted his axe to point at the man who stood before him the sheen of antipathy grew thicker with each passing second. "Techno, you and (Y/n) exploded L'Manberg with fucking-"

"You two literally spawned withers EVERYWHERE!" Tubbo cut in, placing a firm hand to the ravenette's shoulder.

Shrugging the brunette's hand away the duck hybrid stepped forwards slightly, mock understanding lacing his already ill toned voice. "I'm sorry Technoblade, but you two need to be brought to justice for that. And there is nothing I can do to change that" The male shrugged boldly, spinning the blade of his axe in his hand.

"Okay- Listen you guys, I've gone through so much effort over the past months to change my violent ways, I have reformed alright?" Lifting an empty hand to his head an index finger jabbed into the flesh of his temple as he spoke again. "The VOICES demand blood, and I- I have been denying THEM! I've been fighting back! PLEASE, please don't make kill all of you." Letting his hand drop the other that held the hilt of his sword directed to the four who stood before him before backing away a step. "Please just leave."

A tenseful silence fell upon the men before one spoke again. "Technoblade, please just come peacefully..."

Quackity lifted a hand to silence the president of the broken nation as he nodded firmly with a nonchalant shrug, "you know what, yeah, how about you show us around? Show us what you've been doing while in retirement. Let's do this peacefully."

Technoblade tensed at the raven-haired man's tone as he side stepped away from the four, swiftly approaching the far side of his house hesitantly sliding the sword into its spot on his hip. "I- huh- Well I have Bees' here, aren't they nice?"

Tubbo's eyes lit up slightly now with relaxed shoulders at the mention of his favorite mob, approaching the small makeshift bee farm he placed a hand against the glass as one shimmied its chunky body from the hole of its hive to nuzzle into the flowers that lined the wall. At the sight of this the four others openly approached the bee farm.

With a few wary backpedal steps, the pig hybrid turned on the ball of his heel, sweat gathering at the hair of his brow as he began to run from the distracted battalion of four.

After a few moments and a few feet away shouts of panic instilled as multiple footsteps followed behind the taller male who then skidded to a stop, hands raised in mocking surrender. "Hey, hey, hey, it was just a joke-"

"You know what, fuck it Techno, we tried to do this civilly, but we won't let you out of here in one fucking peice, we are going to fuck you up techno. It's either going to be the easy way or the hard way. We're going to go back to L'Manberg and you're going to come with us. There's no other way around it." Quackity spun his axe skillfully as he took a battle stance.

Technoblade's brows knit together tightly as the voices began to chant.

Blood for the Blood God.

Blood for the Blood God!

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!

His top lip pulled into a snarl revealing the sharpening canines, his figure seeming to take on new heights as patches of fur bloomed across his skin, the armor that sat loose across his stature grew tight as he revealed his full glory.

It was time to sooth their hunger.

With a huff from his snout and the snap of his jaw's he growled. "If that's how it is... I CHOOSE BLOOD!" Ripping the leather belt from his waist he slammed it down, the glass splash vials that lined it shattered coating the beast in its contents as his muscles bulked, eyes grew dilated with speed and the screaming voices, followed with his body ached with regeneration. Technoblade ripped the sword from its sheath as he sprung, blade raised high with the intent to kill.

The sharpened edge dug into the handle of Quackity's axe before unloding it from the wood and hacking down again as the said bird hybrid spun away, avoiding the deadly strike.

Panicked shouting ensued as the group of four scattered, slipping against the sheet of snow.

Turning his attention towards a certain fox featured boy Technoblade dug the hooves of his feet into the frozen forest floor, launching himself forwards delivering an armor crumbling blow. Clutching his now aching ribs Fundy scrambled to escape the beast's power whilst crying out about how God damned heavy, he hit even with the performance enhancing potions.

Sliding just a few feet away was Tubbo, axe at the ready as he charged the pink coated beast that snarled, clouds of hot smoke bellowing from his nostrils as he too charged, scarlet hues glazed with the intent to annihilate to cut down each and every single one of the men who dared disturb his retirement and force him back into the ways of violence, forcing him to collapse under the pressure of the voices to sustain their unquenchable thirst.

Fear replaced the once confident look that crossed his face as the boy turned to run, netherite boots sliding against the frozen ground. A cry of panic escaped the ball in his throat.

"BIG Q DO SOMETHING, BIG Q!" The hook in his boot caught the root of a tree, sending the president tumbling to the forest floor, diamond axe raised as Technoblade's sword collided with the base of the smaller blade, applying pleasure to the hilt of his sword the Piglin beast snarled as Tubbo's arms trembled under the unbearable weight as his emerald hues met with the dilated pair that danced with pain.

Strings of curses fell from Quackity's lips as he glanced about, looking for something to use for leverage, knowing full well he could use his gift but that was needed for more drastic measures.

The blade of the hybrid's sword dug into the flesh of Tubbo's shoulder as he cried out, struggling to push the massive creature away from him in order to escape, but it seemed that no matter how hard he tried, his attempts always went down in vain.

The familiar sound of hooves awoke The Blade from his stoper, snapping his head to the sound he saw Quackity perched on the back of a rearing Carl who whinnied in displeasure before shaking his head in a final attempt to rid of his new rider.

Panicked, Technoblade tore his blade from the other's before turning to face the ravenette.

"WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT HORSE QUACKITY!?"

"Technoblade, stop what you're doing, stop right now-"

"Woah, woah, woah, woah, stop what you're doing. Get away from that horse Quackity." Lifting the blood tainted sword, the oversized beast directed it to the man who stirred the reigns of his stallion with a grin, satisfied that he finally found a weakness in the Legendary Technoblade.

"No." Quackity stated with a slight jerk of the reigns that willed the horse into a standing still as he held the handle of his axe to the horse's beige fur. "You get away from them Technoblade. If you pull any shit, I am going to kill Carl. I will fucking slay him if you don't get away from them."

The piglin beast's breathing stuttered as he widely stepped away from the two other hybrids.

"Technoblade, I am going to kill your horse-"

"-Why would you do that?"

"Unless you cooperate."

Technoblade's eyes narrowed as he hesitantly stepped away from the raven-haired man who sat atop his noble steed. "What do you want from me?"

"I want you to drop your shit, drop your shit Techno and Carl doesn't get hurt."

With that being said the beast formed man threw his axe into the snow.

"All of it, this is not a negotiation. Drop it all"

Technoblade glanced down at the blood slicked blade that sat light in his large palm before he huffed in what seemed to be amusement. "I can get a new horse if I need too. It doesn't matter." (I know he wouldn't really say this, but for plot's sake, he is.)

Quackity looked slightly taken aback at the statement as the war criminal before him readjusted his grip on the swords hilt. With a stunned huff followed by demented and amused laughter the man on the horse shook his head with a nod.

"For some reason, I knew you'd say that. So that's why I brought you a gift, Technoblade." Digging the heel of his boots into the horse's ribs Quackity approached a small thicker part of the forest where he stopped and turned to face the oversized hybrid.

Lifting a hand, the beanie wearing man spoke with wallowing pride as the gift was shoved from behind the thicket, the sound of chains rattling filled the tense thick air. "May I present to you-" Watching as it landed limply in the snow, Quackity slid from the horses back before hopping towards the thing like a child who was told they could have whatever they wished at the candy store.

Skidding to a stop, Quackity planted both feet on either side of the figure before gripped a fist full of hair, tugging the figures blooded face up from the soiled snow to reveal who it was.

"YOUR ONE AND ONLY APPRENTICE, TADA!!" He sang in excitement that he was finally able to reveal his plan B.

(Y/N) grunted painfully as Technoblade's breath caught in his throat.

Their (h/l) (H/c) locks were matted with dark and now frozen blood that had dripped down the crown of their head before drying, their nose busted and bloodied as clots of blood plugged each nostril, both lips that were now blue from the cold were split so deep that he was sure he could see the younger one's gums that were too painted crimson from their harsh faceplant into the icy ground as shallow and stuttering breaths wheezed past your swollen. The once nice thin clothes that they wore were torn and tattered, tainted with their own crimson whine, you had not been dressed to embark on a trip to the frigid tundra. Your hands were bound behind your back by a pair of copper cuffs. (Copper is what keeps shape shifting hybrids from shifting into their animal form)

But what made his blood turn cold was how deathly pale you were. From what he could see you lost quite a bit of blood while on your way over but the bruises and deep cuts that littered your figure did not make you look any better in any way shape and or form.

Quackity held the handle of his axe with bubbling excitement as he glared challengingly at the shifted man. "Drop your shit Technoblade..."

Technoblade was frozen where he stood, eyes glued to your weakened form. You looked to broken, your (e/c) hues that once glistened with courage and power now sat dull and defenseless, he could have sworn that he saw guilt swirl in those dull eyes of yours.

Gripping the tufts of hair in his hand tighter Quackity lowered the sharpened edge of his diamond axe to rest tightly at the ball of your throat.

"Or I will kill this kid, right in front of you."

"Don't..." Your voice came out hoarse, tone just above a whisper, but he was still able to catch it. "You still have time to r-run."

Tearing his gaze from your shivering form, Technoblade dropped his sword.

His potions.

His crossbow.

Trident.

Golden apples.

All of it, before finally unlatching the hold-knob of his cloak and tossing it to the side and finally letting the glistening crown that sat atop his head clatter to the forest floor alongside his netherite armor.

His hands raised in surrender.

Quackity's brown eyes burned with victory as he removed the weapon from your throat, both of his feet from either side of you were no longer there, letting your head again fall into the snow you were then hoisted up from under your shoulder. Whimpering painfully, you unwillingly leaned against the ravenette for support as he danced giddily before his energetic facade dropped to look Technoblade dead in his rage filled eyes.

"So here is what's going to happen Technoblade, (Y/N). We are going to take you both back to L'Manberg to face trial. Alright?" His voice seethed as the other person he was supporting weakly lifted their head.

"Sounds like... Bull shit..."

Tubbo stood, lips pulled into a thin line. "They just insulted our government..."

Technoblade snapped his head to face the ram. "Oh, we just insulted your, oh your government has been insulted. OHHH!"

I had to put a few of Technoblade's funny moments because I am missing the hell out of that man.

Edited and not proofread

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sunshine-on-marz · 1 year

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Formosity

This is a royal AU! It’s Tommy x Reader

“Tech, I’m tried.” You tapped your mentor’s shoulder and he sighed. Looking to you then back to road. “I know y/n, 10 more minutes.” You nodded and trudged along. Not long after you and Techno reached a castle. It looked just like the ones from fairytales. Your eyes lit up. This was nicer than any home you’d ever lived in with Techno, and it far paralleled the cottage you’d lived in just a week before. Technoblade walked to the door and nodded at the guards. They must have known he was coming because they immediately opened the door. Techno took your hand in his and walked into the castle. He walked through the halls as if he knew the corridors by heart. Eventually, you reached the throne room. A man in an emerald crown looked up from his book and seemed so unbelievably shocked by the sight infront of him. The blonde nearly leapt from his seat to hug your mentor. Techno hugged him back which was honestly surprising. You and Nikki (the baker from your small village) where the only people he ever truly hugged back. You stood there until the duo pulled away. The man dressed in green held out his hand for you. “Hello mate, I’m philza, an old friend of Techno’s. What’s your name?” You shook the man’s hand and techno nodded to you as if to say ‘answer him’ you turned back to the unfamiliar face and smiled softly “hi, I’m y/n!” He matched your grin and started again. “Well how may you know Techno?” Your face must have shown your excitement to talk about your mentorship. “I grew up in a village and one day Techno came to find a protégé, and he picked me! I’m training under him! Have been for the past the past twelve years” Phil seemed a bit surprised and turned to Techno. “You raised a child?” The blonde asked and stood star struck as the latter nodded and pulled you into a light side hug. Philza’s shock became a large smile. “Oh I just have to introduce you to my boys! Techno, you’ve met them both and Tom’s about Y/N’s age!” Techno nodded and responded “Y/n’s about a year younger than him. But I’d love to see the princes again” you looked at your mentor and he smiled at you, which calmed your nerves. Philza walked down a separate hall and came back with two boys. One with dark brown hair and the other shorter one with light blonde. The shorter of the two took you by surprise, he was gorgeous, absolutely stunning. You froze and stepped towards techno. You tapped on your mentor and whispered something to him. “He’s pretty” Techno grinned as if he had an idea. The two boys remember your mentor and attack him in a hug. After a few minutes of introduction ,and you letting Techno talk to Tommy on your behalf, Techno asked Wilbur to show him his guitar and he and Philza picked up on techno’s clear efforts to isolate you and Tommy. Once the other three left Tommy held out his hand to you. “I can show you the armor room, it’s pretty cool!” You smiled, albeit nervously, and took the blondes hand. He lead you through the gorgeous halls and showed you the armor room. Then a maid came into the room. “Prince, dinner is ready” Tommy nodded at the kind woman and thanked her. “Y/n, will you accompany me to dinner?” Tommy said, clearly being dramatic and with a huge smile on his face. You laughed and took his outstretched hand. “Oh thank you sir, I’ll godly accept your offer”. What neither of you thought of was walking into a full dining room while holding hands and smiling. The entire table went silent in shock as Tommy pulled out a chair for you and then did a small bow. The both of your giggled and Tommy went to the chair across from you next to his father. You where caught off guard by the woman sitting at the table with you. She smiles kindly. “Hello darling, I’m Kristen, Tommy and Wilbur’s mother” Phil then interjected “and my wife” the kind woman sighs and laughed “and his wife” you smiled and nodded then introduced yourself. Once your small conversation was over you turned to Techno who was smiling ear to ear. “Tech?” Was all you said and he just smiled wider. “Tech? Hello? What’s wrong” (ran out of space part 1/???) link to part 2

#dsmp #dsmpblr #dsmp x reader #dsmp x gender neutral reader #writing #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x y/n #tommy x reader #tommy x y/n #tommy x you #tommy au #sbi family dynamic #SBI royal au

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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if your requests are still open, may i have separate headcanons for platonic!Sleepy bois x foreigner!reader in which they visit the boys for 3 days and on their last day, they give the SBI their precious ring and ask them to keep it until they come back and take it? it's like a "i will visit you again" sort of promise with the precious item that you always wear/keep when you're outside :)

Changed this to where the reader stayed with them for around a month ish just to let them all bond more!! Sorry bout the tweaks!

The boys are all touched in their own special ways when you had done this

You see, they had all been dreading the day that the once stranger turned friend would set off back to their old life

Tommy had been sulking in his room the few days before departure, Phil was cooking more and more food by the minute to distract himself, and Wilbur strummed away sadly at a guitar next to Techno (who was burying himself in a book)

Avoidance is what it was

Not like the mundane tasks helped fill that empty feeling in any of em

So when you had come down the stairs with your backpack filled to the brim with little trinkets you had acquired from your time there, their moods just got more sour

Who was Tommy gonna play hide and seek in the woods with now? And would Wilbur have to go back to judging his own lyrics instead of asking you for advice?

It was sad vibes all around

"Ooh hold on, I have something for you guys before I leave ya!"

Tommy had scrambled up at the thought of presents, Phil following (his bird brain couldn't help but hope it was something shiney)

The avian was pleased when you dug a gleaming silver ring out of your shirt pocket with a triumphant grin

"I made this from the iron I found on our mining trips Tech!" You exclaimed, causing the piglin to huff some air from his nostrils

"It's sort of a promise ring. It's my promise to you all that I'll come back at some point!"

Wilbur was the first to break, tearing up like a fucking cartoon character and swiping at his watery eyes with a sweater sleeve

"Oh you big baby"

"Shut up (Y/n) and let me hug you"

#dsmp #(y/n)#dsmp x reader #anon asks #wilbur #wilbur x reader #philza #philza x reader #phil #phil x reader #techno #techno x reader #tommy #tommy x reader #sbi #sbi x reader

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sunflowerdaisybee · 2 years

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Can I please have SBI with a sibling reader who always feel like their on fire due to anxiety and the SBI giving them cold things to cool down (My anxiety cause me to feel as if I'm on fire, so I always have a cold water bottle or ice pack on me)

-💛🔥

So since this isn’t something I personally deal with, I tried to do my best without like overstepping any lines, if that makes sense? Ah anyways I hope this is to your liking and I hope you like it :]

Pairing: P!SBI X Reader

Pronouns: none used/gender neutral

[A/n]: Requests are open :]

So each SBI member does a different thing to keep you cool. They all have their own little thing to help cool you down or to lessen the heat for you.

Phil uses his good wing to fan you gently, if you’re at home he’ll give you ice cream or an ice pack to help as well. If you’re away from home he’ll help to get you to a shady area before fanning you and grabbing a cool bottle of water for you.

[“Here eat this.” Sliding a bowl of your favorite ice cream, Phil goes to stand behind you. The light fluttering of his large wing creates just enough of a breeze to cool you down without disturbing anything in the home.]

Wilbur would carry around a small bag full of cold drinks and snacks for you to have, it helps cool you off internally rather than externally. If you’re at home then you can find this bag somewhere in the kitchen, but if you’re away from home then Wilbur will have it on him. He restocks it constantly to make sure there is enough in there and that nothing goes bad.

[“Do you want the red or the blue?” Wilbur held two drinks in front of you, waiting for you to pick one before placing the other back into his bag. He then pulled out a handful of snacks, opening the one you wanted before shoving it into your hands.]

Tommy and Tubbo kind of hand in hand as they both do similar things. They carry around handfuls of those instant ice packs, the ones you squeeze to activate. They do this over ice packs so that they don’t have to worry about keeping them cool, they can also carry more at once. Whether at home or away from home, they’ll have several on them constantly, they even hide a few around other's homes just in case they run out.

[“Here hold this.” A cooling pack was shoved into your hands rather quickly, more being soon pressed against you. “Stay still (Y/n), we’ve got you.”]

Something that Tommy does that Tubbo doesn’t though is to pour water on you (assuming you’re waterproof). He targets specific areas so as to not ruin clothes or other things. He’ll get the underside of your head, soaking the roots of your hair so that it will keep you cool. He also targets your hands and (if available) your feet.

[“Alright, hands.” Having already gotten your head, Tommy moved on to your hands, wanting to pour the cool water over them to both cool your hands and to allow you to spread the cool water over yourself. He would next ask you to remove your shoes so that he could get your feet as well.]

What Tubbo does that Tommy doesn’t is carry around cooling gel, rubbing it into key points on your skin where you either feel the hottest or where he can reach.

[“Alright, I got all that I could reach on my own, do you think you can get the rest?” Tubbo held the tube of cooling gel out to you, watching you with concern as he waited for your answer.]

Ranboo can’t do much to help, his inability to carry water or interact with it makes it harder for him to help. To combat his water problems, he carries around fans. Some are the little handheld ones and some are a little larger, all run on alternative power sources so they don’t require an outlet to work. He will hand you a fan and set up others around you to cool off as much of you as he can. He’ll also pull you into a shady area and insist you sit down for a few moments, also insisting you remove a few layers of clothing if you wear several.

[“Hold this one, I’ll set the other ones up while you just sit there.” There was no arguing with the tall, ender boy, especially during a time like this. So you simply sat there, cooling as much as you could with the smaller fan while he bounced from spot to spot around you, positioning a ton of other smaller fans to point at different parts of you.]

Lastly, there is Techno who isn't the best help, but he does his best. He would spend a lot of time trying to find a potion that would help cool you down when consumed, but while that was in the works he would work on other things. When at home he would run you a cold bath or shower, letting you climb in to soak and lower your body temperature. If you’re away from home he’d look for a shady spot or the nearest cave as those are going to be the coolest spots. Aside from that, he’ll carry a small pouch with cold items, which include but are not limited to jewelry, orbs, and cloth. These can be placed or held anywhere to target the hottest spots.

[“(Y/n), I need you to hold this.” Techno handed you a larger, smooth stone. It was cool, the stone lending its coldness to you, allowing the chill of it to sink into the flesh of your palms. As you held the rock, Techno placed cool, but not damp, rags onto your shoulders, back, and legs.]

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wibblewubble · 1 year

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SBI X Spider Hybrid Reader Part Two

Warning: Non-con touching (eg pinning person to wall without permission), Mentally Ill character from trauma, lots of angst, I mean a LOT, hurt/comfort, breakdowns, misunderstanding, fluff, swearing, injured character

Y/N's hair stands up on their arms as they sit in the bed Phil let them stay in until they're well enough to leave, orange eyes flicking towards the bedroom door that's slightly open.

It's one in the morning.

A pair of eyes gleam through the crack, looking curiously back at them. The spider hybrid brings their knees up to their chest, spindly legs raising up to curl over their shoulders, ready to defend against the stranger, feeling frightened. The person chuckles amusedly, before the door slowly creaks open. A young man moves into the room, as silent as a phantom, going and standing at the foot of their bed.

His eyes are fiery red, skin pale like he hasn't seen sun in a while. Fluffy brown hair falls over one of his eyes, covering the bronze framed circle glasses resting on his nose.

A dark brown trenchcoat sweeps down to just above his ankles, and when he starts walking slowly up to Y/N it makes a quiet swishing sound as he walks, along with the tapping of tall laced black boots. Other than the tattered clothes, he looks attractive. Y/N is wary of the male until he starts speaking.

"Hello there, little spider. You must be Tommy's friend."

It feels like their mind melts like ice-cream on a hot day, all caution slipping away. He smiles as their legs lower slowly, eyes shining in the dim light. "How interesting you are, my dear." he continues, sitting down next to them on the bed. Something in the back of Y/N's head screams not to trust him, but the thought is swept away unconsciously.

"My name's Wilbur, I'm Phil's biological son. What's yours?"

His voice is as languid and sweet as fresh honey, sticky and gripping. Wilbur tilts his head, falling silent, waiting for the spider hybrid to answer. Y/N just stares back with cloudy thoughts and a blank expression, unable to talk, unable to comprehend the words spoken.

He sighs.

Quicker than lightning, the male reaches out and grabs their jaw, tilting their head up to look into his unusual eyes. Those eyes flash with annoyance, before crinkling in fake care. "Your name, little spider?" His tone sharpens. Y/N shakes their head, snapping back to reality and quickly replying "Sorry, it's Y/N mister." Wilbur hums as they comply, mouth curling into a smirk.

"Good pet." He says softly, sending shivers up the hybrid's spine.

Y/N squeaks when the male's long, thin fingers curl around their wrist before pinning it against the wall behind them. His gaze shifts into something unusual; how a predator would look tracking its prey and playing with it. His body is suddenly moving, and Y/N's heart starts thumping as Wilbur picks them up without permission and pins the rest of their body against the cool wall. Their eyes grow wide when he laughs softly in a maniacal tone, and he presses uncomfortably close.

"E-Excuse me, I don't like this." The spider hybrid whimpers, shaking when Wilbur ignores them and buries his face into their small neck, making them yelp in fear. "H-Hey! I said sto-" A hand slaps over their mouth to silence them as he takes a deep breath in, shuddering and letting out a soft groan. Y/N stresses, their breathing starting to uneven as the unstable male traps them. "Who knew a little spider could smell so interesting?" Wilbur says with a gravelly undertone, smirking against their skin as they whine fearfully under his fingertips, trying to squirm away.

The door is thrown open hard.

"Get back Wilbur. NOW." Wilbur drops the hybrid to the bed and scrambles off it, genuine fear flashing across his face as Technoblade backs him into the corner of the room, a low snarling rumbling his throat. Y/N watches the pig pin him to the wall menacingly and grab the collar of his trenchcoat, the spider hybrid starting to calm down again. "You're a sick bastard Will," He growls, red eyes glittering with rage as he sticks his face into the others.

"I know your mental state has slipped since Sally, but that is no excuse to go and push yourself on someone, much less a young and vulnerable hybrid. I don't want to see you here for the rest of the week, or until you get a grip on your feelings and sort yourself out, otherwise the voices won't be happy."

Wilbur's pupils appear to be mismatched with panic, his back pressed against the wall. His face is ashen, drawing in gasping breaths as Technoblade stares right into his eyes with a terrifying ferocity. This makes Y/N feel better about him. He had no reason to protect them, yet he's treating them like a little sibling. Their fear of the pig hybrid was fading fast.

"I'll say this only once." Techno snarls. "GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE. RUN AS FAR AS YOU CAN, AND DON'T COME BACK UNTIL YOU'RE SORTED OUT."

As soon as his collar is released, Wilbur becomes a blur of frantic movement, tripping over his feet and clutching his head as he bolts out the door, Y/N catching his tortured expression on his way out. There's little sound in the room for a moment, aside from their own fast breathing slowing. The pig warrior rolls his shoulders, letting out a growling sigh before he turns to the small hybrid, his red eyes filling with concern and a surprising softness. Y/N watches as he slowly and hesitantly walks over to them, crouching at the side of the bed, bringing his face to their level. They gaze into his eyes, watching as his snout wrinkles, his crown covered with rubies and gold glimmering in the moonlight filtering in from the curtains.

"...Are you alright Y/N?" His voice is impossibly quiet.

They nod, spindly legs folding; one pair in their lap and the other against their back. Y/N says softly, "Thank you Technoblade. He made me feel really icky. Is he always like that?" He makes a peculiar face and says, "It depends. On some days he's silent and spends his days plucking at his guitar and lying on the grass outside, watching the world go by with this dazed expression. Other times, he's not entirely sane."

The pig hybrid huffs and rubs his face, exhaustion seeping into his features. "Those are the bad days. He constantly mutters to himself, his emotions fire rapidly, he acts creepily towards anyone he interacts with and once or twice Phil's caught him messing with matches and TNT. Phil gets so stressed about him."

Y/N frowns.

"What happened to him? I heard you mention someone called Sally." They hesitantly reach out to put a small hand on Techno's that was tracing shapes into the duvet. His hand freezes, before his fingers curl around theirs, rubbing gently. "She was his partner, a salmon hybrid. They loved each other a lot, but a year ago she disappeared, leaving a note on his pillow. It didn't explain much, only really saying that she wasn't coming back. Wilbur absolutely lost it. He locked himself in his room and screamed and cried for hours. When he finally came out, his eyes had turned crimson and he was wearing that stupid trenchcoat. He wasn't our Wilbur anymore. He wasn't right."

They shiver in fear. "He said he was Phil's biological son. Are you and Tommy adopted?" Techno nods. "Phil found me badly injured while him and Will were walking in the forest. I'd been fighting a horde of creepers and didn't have any potions or food left over. I was twelve, and Wilbur was nine. Three years later, Phil brought home a toddler Tommy whose parents had died from a zombie attack. He doesn't remember them." Y/N yawns, exhausted, and Techno goes to stand up and leave when they hold his hand tighter .He looks down at the hybrid in surprise. "Please stay with me tonight?" They ask, looking down. "I'll feel safer."

He thinks for a while before nodding. "Okay little one. Just give me a second alright?" He pulls away and removes his cape, Y/N watching him fold it neatly and put it against the wall, leaving him in a white button up and billowy black pants. Techno unclips gold jewelry from his hair and arms and places them on the bedside table before carefully taking off his beautiful crown as well. He then kneels and unlaces his tall heeled brown boots. Upon taking them off, Y/N stifles a laugh at his pig feet, caught off guard.

Techno looks up at them, the hint of a smile curling his lip.

The pig hybrid rises and goes to the edge of the bed, saying, "Shove over little one." They do so, and Techno slips into their bed beside them. Y/N finds themself drawn to his warmth, and so they settle against his chest, letting out a pleased sigh. At first, he didn't know where to put his arms, but eventually he ends up resting them protectively over the smaller hybrid. They both fall asleep quickly.

"TECHNO?!"

He wakes with a start, instinctively holding his arms over Y/N as he spins to face the possible attacker, which turns out to be Phil. His father is shocked standing in the doorway, blue eyes falling on the little spider hybrid sleeping soundly beside Techno. "What the fuck are you doing in here mate?" Phil says, gesturing to Y/N.

"Do they know you were sleeping next to them?" Technoblade rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, staying next to Y/N since they're gripping onto the bottom of his shirt. "Of course Y/N knows I'm here. They wanted me to stay after Wilbur got too touchy."

Phil's heart drops. "HE WHAT."

His eldest nods gravely. "Had the little one up against the wall and everything, face in their neck last night. I just happened to be up because of, you know-" He gestures to his head, "-when I heard Y/N's muffled cries in the hallway, so I burst in and had a very good chat with Will. He's not going to be here for a bit.

"Philza pales considerably, and has to lean against the wall, head spinning. "Oh my fucking god, Wilbur..." He whispers, shaking his head. "I didn't realise he was having another episode, otherwise I would have had Tommy stay with Y/N somewhere else." He groans, bringing a hand to his head. "I have no idea how to help him. I think I need help from some friends in high places to find the solution." Technoblade casts him an empathetic glance when suddenly Y/N starts to stir.

He looks down to see them blinking slowly, spider legs stretching out. "Good morning little one," Techno says quietly, giving them a rare smile when the little hybrid looks up and beams at him. "Good morning!" Phil looks between the two and puts on a smile, saying to Techno, "We'll talk later," before walking out the room.

(A week later)

Wilbur stumbles through the snow, shivering like mad, his long and ripped trenchcoat doing nothing to help ease the burning cold. His teeth are chattering, mind scrambled and numb but fixed. It's been a hellish week for him, having fled the house in the middle of the night and in a state of panic bolted for as long as he could, tripping over rocks and smacking into trees until he found a cave to hide in, appropriately blocking it off and filling it with torches.

A week full of crying and thinking, self-loathing and disgust, of anger and paranoia and so, so much screaming, Technoblade's words snapping something in him.

It had been heavily draining. He'd finally woken up out of his insanity at the end of the week, fingers raw and nails broken from clawing at the walls. He'd taken a deep breath and shakily got to his feet, head clear for the first time in a VERY long time, finally breaking through the stone to face the world. Now, he feels numb and half-dead as he shakily takes one step after another, pain flashing through him as the arrow a skeleton shot at him lodged in his hip grazes against bone with every step. Wilbur's face is streaked with dried tears, heavy regret lodged in his stomach like the arrow.

Snowflakes stick to his clothes and hair, melting down his skin like blazing rivers. Finally, he sees the lanterns of his family's house appear through the flakes of snow. He keeps moving, taking one step after the other, the promise of warmth drawing closer and closer.

As he reaches the fence of their land and passes it, Wilbur sees the front door open. Phil steps out, his face full of absolute horror.

"WILL!"

Wilbur stumbles and collapses to his knees, dead tired, and through his blurry vision he sees his dad sprint towards him. In an instant, Wilbur is yanked forwards and held tightly to Phil's chest like he was when he was little as the older man screams for the others to come help. The exhausted male huffs out a pained laugh, limbs heavy and cold as he half lays in the snow. "N-Nice to k-know you sti-il care en-n-nough to hold m-me Phil," he says brokenly, smiling at Phil who brushes some frosted hair away from his face, expression filled with panic. Techno and Tommy rush to the door, their expressions both of stupefied shock at their brother's frozen and tattered form, before they run into the snow and help grab Wilbur, the trio carrying him quickly into the warmth of the house.

Y/N watches from their spot on the armchair where they're curled up with some hot chocolate with shock as their friends (who were starting to seem very close to being family) lay Wilbur's exhausted form on the long couch on the other side of the room; Phil lying on the floor next to his face and yelling out orders to Techno and Tommy as they run out of the room. The spider hybrid looks at Wilbur's barely conscious face, and their heart twists at how frail and damaged he looked compared to the horrible human they encountered before.

Phil startles and has to hold him down as Wilbur suddenly springs up and thrashes, saying with a cracked but excited voice, "I finally fixed myself! Phil, I did it! Now you don't have to worry about me! I won't hurt anyone now!" Tommy runs in with an armful of blankets, and together they hold him down and cover him with the thick fabrics, Y/N reeling with surprise when they hear the freezing male say quickly as he starts to fall unconscious,

"Please, I don't want them to be scared of me. I don't want Y/N to be scared. I feel so, so horrible for, for..."

His voice trails off as he finally succumbs and falls limp on the couch, Tommy and Phil letting out relieved sighs as Techno whirls into the room with Phil's satchel of potions and other supplies. The winged man takes it and instantly sets to work, running through his different potions and choosing the ones he needed. "There's an a-arrow in his leg Phil," Tommy stutters out, eyes wide. Phil pulls the blanket away and winces at the bony arrow poking deep into the flesh of his hip. The winged man works well into the night, carefully removing the arrow and wrapping the leg up, before Phil starts giving him many different splash potions since Wilbur was unconscious and couldn't drink.

Finally, he leans back with a sigh, done. Before he leaves Wilbur alone to rest he takes off his filthy trenchcoat, leaving the skinny male in a loose yellow sweater and long dark brown pants. "He's going to be fine now guys." Phil says, mainly to his sons and not Y/N. "He just needs to sleep. Now, one of us should keep an eye on him tonight in case anything changes. Techn-" "I'll do it." All three look at the spider hybrid curled up in the armchair with surprise and caution. "Y/N, are you sure?" Tommy questions them, and they nod, looking over at his sleeping older brother.

"I don't think he could hurt me, much less anyone in this state. I'll be fine guys."

Reluctantly, the three leave Y/N alone with their injured family member, and the spider hybrid settles in the chair, orange eyes glowing dully as they begin their watch. It's a few hours later before, upon finishing brewing a mug of hot chocolate in the kitchen overlooking the lounge room, that Y/N sees Wilbur's lanky form shift on the couch slightly. They walk over and sit back on their chair, drink in hand, and watch the male slowly bury his hands in his hair, groaning quietly. The spider hybrid cautiously creeps forward and lies on the floor where Phil had sat, brushing back some tangled fluffy hair from his face. Eyes squint and flutter open, and to Y/N's surprise they're the colour of burnt caramel. They're unfocused at first but he adjusts to everything slowly, his face paling as Y/N comes into focus, their orange eyes gleaming in the dim lights.

Wilbur groggily pushes himself up so his head rests on the pillows as his eyes fill with pain and guilt. "I'm not going to ask you to forgive me, Y/N." he says quietly, voice low and coarse with the cold and mistreatment he's put it through. He puts a hand to his head and winces as he feels his hair is matted and oily. The spider hybrid stares at him silently, their face unreadable as they raise the mug of hot chocolate to him. Wilbur shakes his head and whispers, "No thank you, maybe later."

He suddenly puts his hands to his face and inhales shakily, bringing his knees to his chest. "I-I'm so fucking sorry. I haven't been in my right mind for a very long time." His words are laced with emotion, and Y/N sees his eyes spilling with tears when he looks up at them, his face crumpling as his body starts to shake. He lets out a sob as he says, "I never meant to cause you distress. Y-Y-You're so u-undeserving of what I tried to do to you! I can barely remember what I've done, but I know I tried to...fucking disgusting, I'M fucking disgusting!" He buries his head into his knees and starts crying harder, not focusing on Y/N putting down the mug and shuffling closer. Wilbur flinches when they gently put a hand on his shoulder. The broken male hesitantly looks over his arms at them, brown eyes filled with self-loathing. In an extremely surprising act of forgiveness, the spider hybrid leans in and presses a gentle kiss to his cheek, before pulling away and whispering,

"It's alright Wilbur. Even though I'll have some habits of flinching away and getting defensive, I know you never meant to hurt me, you're not person you were before. Come here."

Wilbur stares for a moment when the other opens all their pairs of arms, before his face crumples and he gives Y/N a wobbly smile, eyes glistening. He leans forward and they embrace, the male turning his head away from Y/N to not bring back feelings of what he did before, sighing shakily. The spider hybrid feels his lanky form relax slightly, but only for a moment.

"WILBUR."

Tommy's snarl is shockingly loud as he suddenly appears in the doorway and sees his brother hugging his friend. He doesn't realise Wilbur is his regular self, so the skinny teen is already bolting across the room and pulling Y/N away from him, before shoving his older brother into the couch. "GET THE FUCK AWAY, YOU FUCKING CREEP!" Tommy growls harshly, eyes icy and glinting until he realises Wilbur's trembling. It dawns on him when Wilbur hides his face in his hands as he lets out a whimpering sob, curling into the couch and trying to cower away from Tommy. "T-Tommy stop, please! I know I was horrible, but I promise I-I'm better! Please get o-off me! Get off of me..."

The older brother breaks down again as he pushes the teen's hands on him away, crying out loudly when he scrambles off the couch to escape towards the door and lands hard in his injured hip, sending a strong jarring pain through him.

"Wilbur!"

Phil and Techno hurry into the room at the commotion, the bird hybrid going over to his son and lifting him onto the couch again before wrapping him in a hug and pinning him to the furniture. Wilbur yells, lashing out to try and escape, to not be anywhere near his family since they obviously hate him, they hate him he doesn't even need to be there why would they even want him back anyway- "LET ME GO! PLEASE, I'LL LEAVE YOU GUYS ALONE NOW, I KNOW YOU HATE ME PLEASE-" Tommy brings a hand to his mouth, realising his bad mistake as Y/N stands up next to him and clicks anxiously. Tommy takes a step forward and reaches to Wilbur.

"Wilby, I'm sorry I said-oh fuck. I-I didn't see-"

"YOU'RE RIGHT THOUGH!" His brother sobs, desperately trying to push Phil away, who starts making soft whistles to try and calm him.

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