sbi fic i want to listen to

by death rose 1132

ALLWORK IS NOT MINE ! I JUST WONT TO LISEN TO THEM! ALL IN FO WILL BE OR SHOULD BE IN THE CAPTERS IN THE BEGING, EACH CHAPTER WILL BE THE FULL OR WOHEVER LONG IT IS IN THE CHAPTER witha 1/1 or 1/? ALL WILL BE ETHER BE plotonic or family or BOTH with the sbi

8. Extension

Extension

by dancewiththewaves (orphan_account) on a03

plz go cheack them out i just like to lisen to them

31/31

Summary

"That was Floaty. Or at least, that's what I'm calling him. Fucking kid won't tell us his

name," Dream carried on like nothing had happened, and from beside Techno, Wilbur

started wheezing like he was dying. "I think he's twelve or thirteen. Wind magic, he's quick

and real snarky, very malnourished, blind-"

"Wait, blind?" Techno peered harder at the communicator. Wilbur stopped laughing. "How

the hell is he able to slip by you then?"

"Uses the air currents like feelers, I think," Dream's breath was coming heavier as he

carried on running. "Gets an idea of where things are in relation to him. He doesn't always

get it right, sometimes there are cracks in things big enough to feel like an escape route and

he slams into a wall. Or he doesn't angle close enough to the ground and trips on things.

He's uh-" Dream flipped the communicator around, and Techno blinked as Bad flew

through the air, screeching the whole way. "He's slippery."

Blindinnit

Dream cursed as he whirled around the corner, the steady breezes of the kid's magic whistling

through his hair. Generally, when they were playing manhunt, it was far more fun and had fewer

consequences. The most they ever bet was bragging rights, or maybe Dream wearing weird socks

to the next meeting with the Antarctic Empire. This had consequences and if they didn't catch the

brat soon, he'd be facing them.

His conscience, damn it all to hell, wouldn't let him allow the kid to escape his grasp again,

especially now that they knew he was in the capital.

Dream was calling him Floaty because the kid hadn't actually told them his name. Blonde hair,

unnaturally bright blue eyes, he was far too skinny, often covered in dirt, usually wearing a red and

white tee. They were also sure he had some kind of visual impairment- Bad and George were

convinced that he just had poor eyesight, but Dream and Sapnap were more of the opinion that the

kid was blind blind. Nobody's eyes were that colour unless something was wrong with them.

Probably around twelve, thirteen? Dream wasn't sure.

Floaty also had some strong natural magic, and clearly he'd learned his craft the same way Sapnap

had; by using it as an extension of himself, and not as a tool separate from his body. Floaty could

control the air. Dream wasn't sure where the limits of his powers were, but for now, he knew that

Floaty could blast air around and use the air pressure to tell where things were (how he got around),

he could launch himself into the sky (Dream wasn't sure how long Floaty could keep himself up

there, if he could move oxygen around so he could go higher. Further observation required), and

that he could just blast shit.

Dream, unfortunately, was on the receiving end of one of those blasts. He brought his arms up to

protect his mask as he was thrown backwards and into a wall. He blinked his eyes open, cursing

under his breath as the tail end of Floaty's footsteps dove deeper into the city's alley grid. Sapnap

rounded the corner and groaned as Dream picked himself up.

"We lost him? Again?" Sapnap laid a hand on Dream's shoulder, casting an annoyed glare to where

Floaty had vanished. "Jesus- how long is it going to take before this kid realizes we're not gonna

hurt him?"

"Judging by how frail and jumpy he is, he's been out here and on his own for a while now. He

clearly doesn't trust us, and I don't blame him," Dream brushed a few stray pebbles off his cape,

checking that his crown was still on properly. "But we have to bring him in before winter sets in or

he'll freeze to death."

"You could always send the guard after him," Sapnap started jogging from where they had last seen

Floaty, following Bad's yells as their demon friend spotted the kid. "We could use the help."

"We tried that last time he was in town," Dream picked up the pace, letting his feet slap a rhythm

across the stone pathways. A hiss, an explosion, and Floaty was clearing the tallest building,

shouting jeers at Bad as the wind rocketed him into the sky. He was facing the opposite direction

from Bad, but Dream'd give him points for the cursing anyway. "All it made him do was run out of

the country entirely, and I can't do shit without going to war. Can't exactly ask the Empire, 'hey I

know we only just made a trade agreement, but mind if my royal guard and I chase a stray orphan

down in your streets? Yeah, he's a pain in the ass'. How well would that go, Sapnap. How well

would that-"

Sapnap suddenly stopped and Dream followed suit. Had he spotted Floaty? Had the kid come

down-

"Wait wait wait," Sapnap waved his hands around, his bandana catching fire at the ends as his

magic took over. Dream quirked an eyebrow at his friend. "The Empire. Bro, don't you remember?

Last time you had a meeting with them, the tall bloke- uhh Prince Wilbur? He mentioned

something about wanting a little brother. And I mean, Crown Prince Technoblade didn't argue ,

which means he also has to be on board."

"Sapnap are you nuts ?" Dream shook his head. Yeah, he remembered that conversation. He'd

thought it odd, but given his permission for the twins to comb through the various orphanages in

the SMP. They hadn't found a kid they'd liked enough, but it wasn't Dream's problem. "They-

they're probably looking for an actual, civilized child, not this traumatized, orphaned-"

Dream cut himself off at George's shriek, head snapping up as his second in command got

absolutely yeeted off the roof of a building. Dream pinched the bridge of his nose as George landed

in an open dumpster.

"We won't know unless we ask. You never know, maybe they'll like him. He's certainly grown on

you," Sapnap was grinning, a gross toothy smile. Dream sighed. Once Sapnap got like this, there

really wasn't any dissuading him. "Let's just regroup and call them, let them see the brat in action.

Maybe they can come back and help us catch the kid. I've heard Crown Prince Technoblade's quite

the tracker."

"Fine. But when this goes poorly, I'm blaming you."

--

"...let me get this straight ," Techno drawled, tapping his fingers on the edge of his chair. He and

Wilbur had been chilling, just having a relaxing time in their gardens, when King Dream's icon

appeared on their communicators. After a short debate, Techno had answered the call, and they had

stared down at the King, who was missing nearly all of his royal attire and who looked quite

frazzled as he tore through the underbelly of his own city's alleyways. "You want us to adopt this

random orphan you've been chasing around for the better part of a year?"

Wilbur pretended to cough into his elbow to hide his laughter, and Techno subtly angled the

communicator away from his twin's far too obvious shaking. Techno was similarly amused- of all

the things they'd expected Dream to want, this was not one of them.

"Look," Dream looked very, very tired. If Techno was a lesser man, his poker face might've broken

at how damn funny this was. "He's a little shit but he's grown on me and-"

Dream was cut off as a strong gust of wind tore the communicator away from the King. Wilbur

leaned back into frame as they watched Dream get blown backwards. Not strong enough

apparently, because his hand grabbed at a red-white-yellow blur as it tried to dart past him. The

communicator buzzed, audio cutting out, as Dream forced the kid down and sat on him.

"This-" Dream growled as the kid twisted, throwing him off.

"He's heading back towards the mid point! Sapnap, go around the West line, George the East,

Dream keep going! We can pincer him!" Bad's voice was faint in the background. Dream picked

himself up and dusted his shoulders off, a hard line in his visible jaw.

"That was Floaty. Or at least, that's what I'm calling him. Fucking kid won't tell us his name,"

Dream carried on like nothing had happened, and from beside Techno, Wilbur started wheezing

like he was dying . "I think he's twelve or thirteen. Wind magic, he's quick and real snarky, very

malnourished, blind-"

"Wait, blind?" Techno peered harder at the communicator. Wilbur stopped laughing. "How the hell

is he able to slip by you then?"

"Uses the air currents like feelers, I think," Dream's breath was coming heavier as he carried on

running. "Gets an idea of where things are in relation to him. He doesn't always get it right,

sometimes there are cracks in things big enough to feel like an escape route and he slams into a

wall. Or he doesn't angle close enough to the ground and trips on things. He's uh-" Dream flipped

the communicator around, and Techno blinked as Bad flew through the air, screeching the whole

way. "He's slippery."

"I can tell." Techno looked over at Wilbur and- oh god, his brother looked intrigued . Fucking-

"It's fine if you guys don't want to keep him, I know he's clearly a handful. No matter how many

times we tell him we aren't going to hurt him, he just keeps running. Sometimes he'll take food or

medical supplies if we leave them out for him, but he'll never let us do anything for him, either,"

Dream's com moved, shaking as the king backtracked and bolted down a side street. "If nothing

else, we'd appreciate the help in catching him."

"What would we get out of it?" Wilbur asked. Techno rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help his own

curiosity either. The kid seemed lively, full of energy. Scared, yeah, but they could work with that.

He and Wilbur had been touring the orphanages and foster systems across multiple different

countries trying to find a kid they clicked with. But all the kids they'd been presented with were

either too pliant - they didn't want a doll - or just cruel . They didn't want an asshole, either.

"Well," Dream huffed out a laugh as his second-in-command, the highest royal advisor, Ser

NotFound himself, ran at Dream's side and picked a stray banana peel out of his hair. "You'd get a

little brother, or we'd owe you a favour. If you won't take him, then I will. Spent way too long

chasing this shit down to not make sure he goes to a good home-" Dream ducked as George flicked

the banana peel at him.

Techno exchanged a look with Wilbur.

"We'll leave tonight." Techno stood, nodding to a servant, who bowed and hurried out of the room.

They'd have to get a move on. Techno had a feeling that the sooner they got there, the better.

"Yeah? I'd call the guard and have them help us, but last time we did, he just ran out of the country

entirely. He thinks- he thinks it's like a game , so he stays because it's fun. We need to keep him

thinking that until we can finally cart him off." Dream grinned at them from the edges of his mask,

nodding as he and George whirled around a corner to see the kid leaping up a fire escape. "Come

heeeere Floaty!" Dream yelled and Techno held the communicator away from him, frowning at the

king's volume. Wilbur giggled quietly beside him.

The softest " FUCK YOU " followed Dream's shout, and Wilbur grinned at the sound of the kid's

voice. It was dimmed from the distance, but Techno could hear the laughter in his voice. He

disconnected from the call, standing and letting his cape flow behind him.

Techno was in charge of the armies. He'd led their Empire to victory again and again, earning his

title as Phil's heir. Wilbur was their diplomat, meeting with other countries and always - always -

getting more than he gave. Their responsibilities sometimes felt like a prison, and even if Phil tried

to be warm and comforting, they all struggled.

They all heard voices. Phil had the most practice with them, but even he buckled under them

sometimes. They knew the voices got worse with stress, with pressure- and while Phil had his

midnight flights, Techno his swords, and Wilbur his guitar, they needed something else.

A little light to remind them of all the good yet to come.

They'd seen Floaty for all of thirty seconds, and Techno had watched Wilbur laugh more than he

had in months . Techno had been more amused than he'd felt in years . Phil hadn't ever said

anything about it, but Techno knew how lonely Phil's flights got. Phil's magic had him grow

wings- Phil needed a flock to fly with, but they hadn't ever seen another person quite like him.

Floaty might even be able to fill that void for Phil, too.

"Dad's gonna love him," Wilbur's voice was hushed as they stepped out of the gardens, leaving

behind comfortable cushions and the meadows of flowers. The servants rushed about, gathering

their things in bags, and Techno heard the quiet purr of the car's engine as it rolled up to the edge

of the castle. "Did you see how high he got? He might be able to fly with Dad!"

"That's what I was thinking, too." Techno spared a glance at his twin before the two of them

stepped out of the castle gates and were ushered into the car. The barrier was still up between them

and their chauffeur and Techno really didn't have the patience to take it down. They'd just have to

drive to the family's private airport - from there, they'd take the jet to Dream's kingdom.

"He's interesting." Techno murmured. He stared down at the black screen, watching his own

reflection come back at him. The car pulled away from the castle, driving down the roads and

merging onto the line that would bring them straight to the jet.

"I let Dad know where we're going. He says he wants to see the kid as soon as possible," Wilbur

tapped on his own communicator, glancing up at Techno. "What approach should we take, do you

think? Do we join the hunt?" Techno paused, considering the options.

"I don't think I should."

"You're the best tracker we have."

"Dream's right though, Wilbur. If he gets the feeling that he's in danger, he'll just bolt across a

border where we can't follow. I'm intimidating, he sees the chase as a game and he needs to keep

thinking that," Techno argued. His mind whirled. "I think I'll stay behind for now. Try to lure him

in."

"With what ?"

"Food, medicine, a safe place to sleep. If I can get him to trust me, then he might come willingly.

It's worth a try. We can't follow him if he shoots off into the stratosphere- we have to move

carefully."

"Yeah, okay," Wilbur nodded. "You're right, it's worth trying. I let Dream know our ETA and he

said Floaty got away again and they haven't found him. They're regrouping- oh. George is pretty

sure he saw Floaty twist his ankle, so they'll be leaving food and bandages out in an easy spot for

him to take." Wilbur frowned, gripping the edges of his communicator. "He shouldn't have to steal

to take care of himself."

"I know, Wilbur, I know," Techno shook his head, staring out the window as they pulled into the

airport. "But he's scared- probably on his own for most of his life. Hasn't ever had a home, or a

good one. We have to be patient, like with that raccoon we found in the floorboards."

Wilbur snorted at the memory. They filed out of the car, into the plane. Techno gave a quick

greeting to their pilot Quackity and his co-pilot Karl, and then they were buckled in as it took off,

heading Southwest to Dream.

To the kid.

ch2 Gremlin

Techno hummed to himself, letting his voice carry in the room. Supposedly, this is where Floaty

would come in and steal supplies. The Art of War was balanced in one hand, a mug of steaming tea

in another. He had his feet propped up on one of the many cushions littered about the room, fire

crackling comfortingly in the fireplace.

It was a nice room, all things considered. Four floors up. Seemed Floaty liked heights a lot more

than he liked people.

They'd been there for just over a week. As predicted, Wilbur had originally tried to stay out of the

hunt as Techno was, but quickly lost patience when all he could catch was a glimpse of the kid.

He'd joined the hunting party and was getting his ass beat along with Dream's team. They'd pulled

off some pretty good traps, but Floaty always managed to find a way around them. Techno flipped

another page in his book, ear twitching as he heard scrabbling by the open window.

The hunters were still out there. They expected Floaty to come pick up supplies while they had

stopped the chase for the day- but Wilbur's frustration had fed into Sapnap's passion and Dream's

competitive nature, and so they were all still out there, even as the moon climbed higher up the

horizon.

Grubby little hands appeared at the top of the window sill, arms straining as a skinny little kid

pulled himself up. Techno paused his humming, ears twitching as the evening breeze blew through

the room, ruffling his hair. The kid froze, too blue eyes widening.

Techno wanted to jump forward, wanted to grab the kid and force him to stay still, but he was

better than that. Knew his patience would reap benefit. The kid let go of the window and spiraled

down to the ground. Knowing about his wind magic didn't stop Techno from jolting at the

window, ears pricked for the sound of someone hitting the ground. It never came and Techno

relaxed.

Sometimes he cursed his hybrid nature, a thing that made his hair pink and his body too tall for

most doorways. It made him aggressive, territorial over pack and home and gold, but it also gave

him senses other humans lacked.

Dream wouldn't have known if Floaty had hit the ground. Techno heard the rush of wind, the

snuffle of clothes, and the kid was off.

He blinked at the page, trying to figure out where his attention had wandered so he could keep

reading. He found his spot, humming again, listening to the sounds of the kid escaping into the

night.

--

The second time Techno saw Floaty, he had just opened the door into the room after a long debrief

with Dream, three days after Floaty had launched himself away from the window. He blinked,

letting the door creak open loudly.

The kid jumped from his position on one of the chairs, hand stuck in Techno's favourite biscuit jar.

Techo stared at him, detailing his appearance- covered in dirt and ash, a small burn on his hand.

His ankle looked a little swollen, a sluggishly bleeding cut across one cheek. He was wearing a red

and white shirt that was torn and covered in grime, one of the rips letting Techno see just how

skinny he was, his skin stretched grotesquely around his jutting ribs. His khakis were done by up a

ripped belt with several homemade holes, his sneakers torn and riddled with holes.

"Hullo." Techno tried. The kid leapt for the window and dove out of it.

He wished that Floaty had at least taken the cookies with him. Kid was skin and bones. But it was

progress, nonetheless.

Techno had gotten a word in, anyway.

--

The third time Techno saw Floaty, he shakily deposited himself in the room from the still-open

window. It was around midday, Dream had just sent a message saying that they hadn't seen the kid

yet, but were combing through the districts to find him. Techno could smell the ash from here.

He closed his book with a snap, the kid jumping and a breeze brushing against his face. Floaty was

pale, clammy, and his entire body was covered in burns. Charred flesh stuck to bits of his arms,

blackened and rotting. Techno felt the familiar piglin rage fill him - family hurt not safe run burn

kill kill protect heal -

He snapped out of it when the kid made a move to the window, aborted by a small shriek of pain.

"Wait!" Techno called. He gingerly set his book down, wincing as the kid's head whipped towards

him. "Let me get the burn kit. I won't touch you," he soothed, watching as Floaty's shoulders came

up to his ears. "You can put it on yourself."

Floaty didn't move and Techno took that as permission. He stood, letting each of his footsteps

make noise, letting the wind brush against him as Floaty watched in the only ways he could. He

brought the burn kit out, gently setting it on the ground and sliding it over. Floaty grabbed at the

box when it got close enough, hands missing the handle first go. The wind pushed at it and he

managed to get the lock undone, grabbing the bandages and applying them to his arms first.

"You can take it," Techno waved a hand, letting the air wrap around his fingers. "If you come back

tomorrow, I'll have regen and health potions. Then the burns won't scar."

Floaty stood, on shaky legs, eyes perched somewhere around Techno's shoulder. He fell backwards

out the window, the air catching him and whisking him off to wherever it was that he stayed.

Who would dare?! Techno's voices screamed. Who would dare?!

Techno tried to tame the rolling nausea in his stomach.

Little, little, runt is hurt, baby is burned, protect defend defend guard, put in nest, in nest! Techno's

instincts insisted.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

"Patience," Techo murmured, when he no longer felt like he was going to throw up. "Patience."

That night, when the others filed in for another meeting, they asked if Techno had seen Floaty.

He lied.

--

Techno didn't expect Floaty to actually come to him.

But here the kid was, hiding ineffectively behind the left curtain of the open window, a Floaty-

sized lump giving away his position. Techno let his feet make noise again, letting the kid know he

was there.

"Hullo," he greeted. Techno gently tapped the potion bottle and regen spread container together,

having the glass clink so Floaty knew he had stuff in his hands. Wind pushed against him anyway,

double checking. It blew the curtains away from Floaty, hunched in a little ball. "I have the stuff."

Techno paused as Floaty giggled , letting his head raise from where he had buried it in his knees.

"You sound like you're talking about drugs." the kid's voice was harsh, throaty, and raw- whether

from lack of use or screaming as someone tried to burn him alive , Techno didn't know. He took a

breath to quiet the roaring in his head before sitting down, staring at Floaty.

"I have too many responsibilities to take drugs," Techno shrugged. He clinked the bottles again

and watched carefully as Floaty extracted himself from the curtain with a pained wheeze and

stepped over to Techno. He sat, just out of arm's reach. "Drink the healing pot first. When the pain

stops, lemme know, and I can give you the regen cream." Techno slid the healing potion over to

Floaty. The kid grabbed the bottle, struggling with the cork before it flew open. "I can do the cream

for you," Techno said, quietly. Floaty wasn't very good at concealing his expressions- he went

from anxious, to angry, back in pain, to accepting. Maybe he would let Techno help him. "Just to

make sure you get all the spots."

"Okay," Floaty whispered back. He tipped the bottle back and drank it, setting it down when he

was done and wincing at the taste. Techno sympathized. He also hated how they tasted- like fake

cherries. "Who are you?"

"My name is Technoblade," he stood, the wind brushing against him as he moved. "Tea? Those

potions taste like ass."

"...sure," Floaty played with the glass bottle, fun little whooshing sounds coming out of it as he

made the wind go in and out at different speeds. "Technoblade... as in Prince Technoblade of the

Antarctic Empire?"

"Yup." Techno popped the p, pouring the tea into a new mug. Something about the pot had an

enchantment on it that kept it at the perfect temperature.

"What are you doing here?" Why are you helping me , Techno knew Floaty wanted to say.

"Looking for you, actually," Floaty tensed at Techno's words. He set the mug down near enough

that the kid could reach it, but far enough that Floaty was still out of his range. Something in him

purred at the idea of providing. "You're not in trouble." Techno huffed, sitting down again. Why

his instincts had claimed the kid as part of the pack before he even knew his name- ack. Wasn't a

fight he was going to win. "Dream took a liking to you. He's one of the losers chasing you around."

Floaty picked up his mug, smelling the tea before sipping at it. Techno watched the potion in him

work at healing the burns, leaving scars in its wake.

"The one with the uhh- the thing on his face?" Floaty asked. Techno tilted his head and made a

questioning noise. "There's space between his face and something covering it. I'm not sure if it's a

helmet or a mask."

"It's a mask. But yeah, that's him," Techno sipped at his own tea. "He wants you to be safe. And

well, me and my brother, Wilbur- we've always wanted a little brother." Techno raised an eyebrow,

judging the kid as he digested the information. He figured being honest would go a long way with

this one. "He asked us to come help catch you. Wilbur's the one that shrieks like a pelican when he

gets thrown-"

"He does kind of sound like a pelican." Floaty mused. Techno barked out a laugh, not even

minding that he was interrupted. Floaty jolted, but a little gremlin grin stretched over his face

anyway.

"Dream thought we'd like you. And we do. So Wilbur's out there being a loser and I'm here trying

to help you."

"What exactly are you going to do?" Floaty pulled at one of the loose threads on his shirt. There

were bags under his eyes- they almost looked like bruises. Techno's heart ached . "With me, I

mean."

"Take you home and adopt you," Techno shrugged. "Can I touch you to put on the regen cream?"

Floaty seemed to consider it. Slowly, he nodded, and Techno approached. He undid the cap of the

container.

"Take your shirt off?" Techno phrased it as a question, not an order, but Floaty answered by just

doing it.

The burns had cleared up, leaving behind massive scarred welts. Techno gently smeared the cream

on, pleased that the scars were fading. He started with the worst of the burns, but started slowly

cleaning up the other scars that littered the kid's torso anyway. He had Floaty stretch his legs out

and was in the middle of fixing up the enormous raised scar patch that covered his entire left knee

when he got an idea.

"I'll get you some more clothes and you can use the bathroom here to wash up," Techno offered.

He kept his voice casual - give him room to say no - as he started working on the burn patches

covering Floaty's hands. "And you can sleep here. If you want."

"If I want." Floaty echoed.

He ended up using the bathtub, finally cleaning all that grime off and teasing Techno about his

rose soap. He snuggled into a chair and was out like a light. Techno wrapped a blanket around him

and fell asleep on the opposite side of the room.

He left the window open.

When he woke up the next morning, the clothes he'd left out for Floaty were gone and the blanket

was folded terribly. Techno was chuckling over Floaty's shoddy job when he noticed the little note

over it, a scrap piece of paper torn from one of the newspapers on the counter.

Floaty's handwriting was terrible. Atrocious. Techno could barely make it out.

My name is Tommy.

He grinned.

He was still grinning when Wilbur burst into his bedroom three hours later, red faced and panting.

"You have seen Floaty! He-he was all cleaned up today! He actually slept! He had new clothes!"

Wilbur screeched, his finger jabbing at Techno accusingly. Techno raised his hand from his book,

hands tracing over the braille letters, trying to learn so he could teach Tommy to read.

"His name is Tommy." Techno said, ever the deadpan. He ignored Wilbur's betrayed gasp and

went back to the braille.

He'd already given orders for the palace staff to get a copy of every book with braille, add it to

every sign, put it on the walls for Tommy's hands to brush in case he got lost.

ch 3Promise

Tommy didn't know why he trusted Technoblade.

Memories- bad ones, he guessed- of broken bottles humming with the stench of liquor, clutching a

half-sewn teddy bear and being locked in a closet, jangling the doorknob and praying for someone,

anyone, to come and just let him out.

Tommy didn't like closed spaces and Technoblade always left the windows open.

He hadn't always been blind. Magic came with a price, after all, and even if he hadn't meant to

summon it, his magic was powerful. He knew that much. He'd seen wizards and sorcerers alike

cross the street before he'd gone blind, clutching at the ragged ends of his mother's coat and hoping

she wouldn't leave him behind in the marketplace again. Sometimes he stared and sometimes he

got left behind, but it was okay because magic was so cool.

Tommy still thought it was cool, curled up beside Technoblade.

The man had led Tommy to a new room - Technoblade's bedroom, he was pretty sure - he could

still hear the fireplace, but the smell of Techno's fancyass rose soap was much stronger in here.

Tommy was pretty sure if this wasn't Techno's bedroom, then it was at least a room he frequented.

There was a window on the opposite side, curls of wind blowing at the curtains. They brushed

against Techno's face again and Tommy tried to commit it to memory. Maybe he could imagine it,

if he tried hard enough.

There was a sharp line on Techno's jaw, but he had a small, pointed chin. His nose turned up at the

bottom, like the ski hill Tommy had led Dream and his friends down once, the ski hill that had

launched him across the border to the Empire. He also had long hair - really long hair. Like the

longest hair Tommy had ever blown through.

Technoblade had said it was pink, once. Tommy couldn't remember what pink looked like, but he

knew he liked the colour. Knew his favourite was red, and pink was just a softer red, so Tommy

decided that he liked pink things too.

Techno also had two lumps in front of his mouth.

"What's in front of your mouth?" Tommy was curled, knees somewhere around his stomach, warm

and full and comfortable. He'd been sat down and fed until he was fit to burst. Soup with bits of

something tasty that Techno called veal and fresh bread. Techno had grumbled, under his breath-

but Tommy had still caught it. Something about how skinny he was.

And instead of running away, fear in his throat and panic in the way the winds howled at him,

Tommy'd just made a quip about how Techno sounded like the witch from some of the fairy tales

he'd overheard kids talk about. Something to do with fattening up children to eat them, a

gingerbread house- Tommy hadn't really been paying attention.

"I have tusks," Techno's hand didn't pause in his hair and Tommy sighed internally at the lack of

aggression. Maybe his question had been too invasive. Techno hadn't exactly asked about his

blindness, it was rude to ask about other people's conditions. "I'm half piglin." Techno chuffed

again, a low chuf -chuf -chuf sound. Tommy placed it happening somewhere mid-throat, and

unlike some of the other noises Techno could make, this one didn't vibrate in his chest. Tommy

curled a little closer, relishing the warmth that radiated off Techno. If he was a piglin hybrid, he

guessed that made sense. Only beings born in the Nether would have heat come off them like a

little fireplace.

"Is Wilbur half piglin, too?" Tommy wanted to ask a lot of questions- do you have magic and what

did you trade for it and why me but he kept them to himself. For now, anyway. Techno had really

sharp nails, but they just felt hellishly soothing on Tommy's scalp. They combed through his hair,

gently untangling the knots, leaving it fluffy against Tommy's head. It was almost long enough to

braid and maybe Tommy wanted to braid it. Not because of Techno, of course- he just liked long

hair. It was just a coincidence that Techno also had long hair. The hand was dangerously close to

his neck and Tommy wanted to shy away, but something in him kept pressing into the first gentle

contact he'd had in months. His back was to Techno's side and he was facing the open window.

Any wrong move from Techno and Tommy could send him into a wall and make his escape.

Maybe that was why Techno had placed them the way he had.

"He is." Techno's voice cut through his musings, the soft woosh of another turning page. Techno

seemed to enjoy reading- Tommy kept catching him with books in his hands.

"He doesn't have tusks," Tommy pointed out. He curled a little closer, humming a bit when

Techno's warmth washed over him. It was making him sleepy, sitting here like this. "And he

doesn't make the- the-"

"Hm?"

"The chuf -chuf -chuf ." Tommy tried to imitate it, but his voice was too high and not growly

enough, and all Techno did was tip his head back and laugh. Tommy grumbled at himself, irritated

and picking at the threads on the blankets Techno had. They were really thick, and Tommy

searched for a stray piece to grab. That'd teach him not to be an asshole.

"Wilbur does have tusks- his are smaller, they don't poke out of his mouth. More like fangs,

really," Techno's voice was still lilted with amusement and Tommy searched harder for a stray

thread to pull. "And that sound is meant to calm piglets, an assurance, of sorts, that they haven't

crossed a boundary. That they aren't in trouble. He wouldn't have done it at you, not when he's

chasing you around the city. He's too frustrated to, but he can make the noise." Tommy found a

thread and pulled on it, grinning at the ripping sound as it came out. Ooh, that one was a good pull-

maybe it left a hole.

A low rumbly growly sound came off Techno, but it ended with an upturned lilt. Tommy jolted-

that was a new one. It sounded mad. Was it mad? Tommy let go of the thread.

"That," Techno sounded amused again. "Was a sort of warning. Slap to the wrist, an informal

'knock it off'."

"Right," Tommy tried to nod along like he understood, like a knock it of hadn't always been met

with a swift slap. "So you're not going to hit me?"

A pause. The hand stopped moving in his hair. Tommy was painfully aware of how close that grip

was to his throat- he'd measured the size of Technoblade's hands, Tommy had been 152

centimetres for a while, and he used himself as a ruler wherever he could. A single one of Techno's

hands was enough to wrap around Tommy's windpipe.

Maybe he shouldn't have asked that.

"I will never hit you," Techno's voice was lower this time, something dangerous curling around the

emphasis. Tommy shrunk in on himself, curling tighter. He waited for the hand to come wrapping

around his throat, cutting his air off, leaving him to choke and splutter and- "And if anyone ever

does, you come tell me, and I will deal with it. " the last bit was said in a snarl and this time,

Tommy could feel Techno's chest vibrate from here. Nails scratched soothingly at his scalp and

Tommy wondered if the warmth in his chest was how it felt to be protected.

"Speaking of," the nails in his hair scratched at an itchy spot Tommy'd been ignoring and he

sighed, melting back into the soft bed with the even softer blankets. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to

go home with Techno. "How did you get so burned?" Who burnt you - is what Tommy knows

Techno meant to ask, but he's giving Tommy space to lie and say it was an accident. Burns like

those are never accidents, Tommy knows that Techno knows. But Techno's been honest - brutally

so, take you home and adopt you runs through Tommy's mind - so he figured he owes Techno the

same in return, at least.

"Got into a fight," Tommy took a breath and flipped onto his other side, curling his fingers into

Techno's shirt. The man stilled before a pleased sort of rumbling comes from his chest, an arm

slowly pulling Tommy closer until his ear is pressed against Techno's ribcage. The rumbling is

much louder here, but it's almost... soothing. Tommy curled harder into the affection, enjoy it

while it lasts, they all leave eventually - his traitorous mind whispers, -shut up Tommy thinks back.

"It was a fire wizard. Something about me being on their territory, I dunno." a distressed whine

rose in the back of his throat and Tommy forced it down hard. "It wasn't- uhh Snappy? I'm not sure

what his name is, but he's with Dream and he has fire magic too- but it wasn't him, it was a

different person. I was trying to push their fire away, but it's hard for me to feel fire because it isn't

solid- and I accidentally fed more oxygen into the fire and made it bigger- and yeah. I got burned."

Tommy found a pocket on Techno's shirt and busied himself with opening and closing the front

flap, fiddling with the button. The anxiety crawled up his throat, unwelcome, and Tommy knows

that it's because he has moved his back to his only exit. Techno's arm is still around his head, still

acting as a pillow for Tommy's tired body- it wouldn't take much for Techno to be able to force

him to stay.

Tommy swallowed past the lump in his throat and hoped he wouldn't regret trusting this.

"I will handle it," Techno's tone brokers no room for argument and Tommy keeps his mouth shut.

He's not entirely sure how Techno can keep that rumbly purr up while he speaks, but Tommy's not

going to question that. Not now, anyway. "I'm going to get you some fidget toys." Techno sounds

amused again and Tommy's hands still on the button. No slap comes, no barking order to s it

fucking still , so he kept doing it.

"Fidget toys?" It sounded a lot like something you would give toddlers. Tommy frowns.

He's not a fucking toddler.

"They're just things you can mess around with. Keeps your hands busy. Some of them are cubes-

they have buttons and up/down switches, a ball to roll your thumb across- all sorts of things to

fiddle with when you need to. I'm thinking a cube, maybe one of the bendy ones- you pull those

around into different shapes." Techno said, flipping another page in his book. Tommy's not entirely

sure how Techno can hold a book and turn the pages with one hand, but he decides that Techno is

just weird and maybe he should stop questioning it.

"What would you do if I left?" Tommy can't help the question. The last time he had asked it,

trapped in a home with the windows shut, the man had smiled - Tommy could feel the air move

between his teeth - and said he didn't have a choice anymore.

"You can leave if you want, window's right there," Techno said casually, maybe too casually, and

Tommy realized that he didn't get what Tommy was trying to ask. "It's open."

"If I left , left," Tommy clarified. He curled a little closer, absorbing the warmth- he hated being

cold. Frozen fingers and blue tinged lips and the imprint of a chain across his neck- and Techno

was so warm. "If I didn't want to go with you, left."

Techno made the chuf -chuf -chuf sound again, and Tommy remembered that it was meant to be

reassurance. It sounded strained, this time.

"We'd let you go," Techno finally said after a beat. The purring had stopped and Tommy missed

the rumbles under his ear. "We'd set you up with a good home, of course, we wouldn't just leave

you out on the streets." Tommy heard Techno's hair shift as the man's head moved. He could have

tracked the air around Techno's face as he moved, could have followed every movement, but

Tommy chose not to.

"Oh." he said, finally. He gripped Techno's shirt a little harder and the button accidentally popped

off. Tommy blinked as it slid down Techno's side, waiting for the growly knock it of again, but

Techno made another chuf -chuf -chuf and Tommy figured that if he was gonna keep doing it, he

might as well keep a tally.

"Yeah, oh ," Techno's tone was light, teasing. His fingers rubbed comforting circles into Tommy's

scalp. "I'd be... sad, though- I would like it if you would come home with us. Wilbur 'n I."

"Maybe." Tommy whispered. He closed his eyes, feeling the lull of warmth and fullness and safety

lull him down to sleep.

Techno seemed content, the rumbling purr starting back up at Tommy's answer, and for tonight- it

was enough.

--

Nine hours later, Techno hid Tommy under his blankets and lied in a complete deadpan to Wilbur.

Tommy tried to stop himself from giggling, trying not to give himself away. Wilbur totally bought

it; hook, line, and sinker. Sucker. Tommy was going to enjoy raising hell at him today.

Tommy only lived by one motto, after all.

God lets him wake up every morning, so he's going to cause problems on purpose .

Wilbur finally left and Techno stuffed Tommy again with breakfast, something fluffy and soft he

called pancakes with oodles of berries Tommy hadn't been able to eat in a long time on top.

He wasn't entirely sure how he was supposed to run like this- maybe he could roll his way across

the rooftops. Tommy certainly felt bloated enough to try.

"Will you stay?" Techno's question cut through Tommy's thoughts as he perched at the edge of the

window. He tilted his head, feeling the cool morning air giving back some of the energy he'd lost

after stuffing himself so full earlier.

Would Tommy stay? Come back and not leave?

He hesitated on the window sill.

"Not today." he said. He jumped, pretending he didn't trace the edges of Techno's smile with the air

when he left.

Not today meant some day.

Tommy felt a whoosh, flipping himself around as Snappy (who was apparently actually named

Sapnap , but he got so mad at Tommy calling him Snappy that he couldn't just stop now-) flung

himself through the air with his flames. Tommy could smell the smoke.

Snappy was always very careful- he knew the flames were hard for Tommy to feel. He never once

had launched them towards Tommy.

Not today.

Today, Tommy was running circles around Snappy and calling George "Gogy" and swearing at

Bad and teasing Wilbur for sounding like a pelican and telling Dream that he had a stupid face,

even if he couldn't see it.

Not today.

Some day.

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"He said not today, Dad, which implies he'd come at some point. You're going to love him, he's a

little shit, but-" Techno paused as Wilbur flopped himself hard down on the bed beside his brother,

his taller form bouncing a bit as he groaned. Phil laughed from the communicator screen and

Techno cast a judgemental eye at the pink roots that were starting to show on Wilbur's scalp. He

needed to re-dye it soon.

"What?" Techno asked. He poked Wilbur's cheek, his twin groaning and raising his head.

"Tommy called me a pelican today," Wilbur snarled. He dug at the blankets, careful to keep his

clawed fingers from inflicting too much damage. He was making a half annoyed, half fond sound

in the back of his throat, and Techno laughed at the implications. Seems Wilbur's instincts had

claimed Tommy just as much as Techno's had. "And he threw me off a roof three times!"

"You alright, mate?" Techno's attention refocused back on Phil as their dad leaned forward,

carefully eyeing Wilbur's body. "Any injuries?"

"No," Wilbur sighed, propping his chin up in his hand. "Honestly, Tommy's pretty careful. He

usually knows where we're going to land and if there's nothing to break our fall, he slows us down

enough midair that we don't get hurt when we land. He does it less for Dream and Bad, mostly

because Dream always catches himself and Bad teleports, but the little fucker was gunning for me

today."

"Are you being bullied by a twelve year old?" Techno raised an eyebrow, listening to his dad

wheeze. He was content, but still itchy under the skin - baby baby runt little small nest nest protect

find - and he knew he wouldn't get that restless energy out until Tommy came to see him again.

"Oh, fuck off, he's a magical twelve year old." Wilbur stuck a tongue out and flipped Techno the

bird before flopping back onto the bed. Techno could see the lines of irritation and aggravation

from here, Wilbur tensing and untensing his back as he tried to get a grip.

Techno's instincts always made him restless, wanting to get up and move, hunt, fight, listen to the

blood pounding in his ears and smell the copper in the air. Wilbur, on the other hand, just got angry

. Moody, snappish, more prone to fits of violence. It was bothering both of them that they didn't

know where Tommy was at the moment, when he should have been with them.

"He has wind magic, right?" Phil's gentle voice cut through the buzzing in Techno's ears and he

nodded, thankful for the distraction. "Why not tell me a bit about what he can do with it?"

"He uses the air pressure in places to tell where he is. I think he uses himself as a ruler- I caught

him mumbling once about how the alley was almost a Tommy and a half wide," Wilbur sat up as

he spoke, waving his hands around. Techno watched as the irritation bled away, replaced by pride.

"His magic moves so naturally, it's incredible to watch. He uses it to throw himself -and others- up

and around as he pleases. We've seen him go pretty high, high enough where the oxygen would be

limited, but he's never shown any signs of altitude sickness or difficulty breathing. Dream thinks he

can pull oxygen from below to breathe when he's high up enough, but we're not going to be totally

sure until we chase him that high and keep him there for a bit."

"His hearing and smell are a bit better than a normal human's," Techno added, shrugging as Wilbur

stared at him. "I'm just saying, he's pretty good at sussing out where I am even if he doesn't use the

wind. He said something yesterday about how this had to be my bedroom because it smelled a lot

more like my soap- he was right, but it was still interesting to see a human able to do that."

"Ugh, of course you've made friends with him. At this rate, he's never going to trust me. Won't even

let me touch him when I'm chasing him." Wilbur said gloomily. The irritated air was back and

Techno could see the beginnings of a headache form in his twin's temple.

"Why not stay here and meet Tommy when he shimmies over? I'm sure he'd-" scrabbling at the

open window. Techno and Wilbur both snapped their heads towards the sound. The window was

empty one beat, then-

The curtains blew away from the window like a gale was sitting outside, and Techno supposed he

was. Silently, he turned the communicator to let Phil see the newest member of their family,

perched precariously on the edge of the window. Phil let out a soft oh and Tommy flinched back.

"Hey, hey," Techno crooned. He let the rumbly purr start again, knowing that Tommy had liked

the sound yesterday. Wilbur sat silent beside him as the wind blew in both their faces, Tommy

drawing back towards the window as he recognized the second presence. "Just me and Wilbur."

"...there was a third," Tommy shuffled along the window, the new sneakers Techno had gotten him

scraping along the brick. "A new person."

"That's Phil. Our dad, we're calling him on the com."

"...the com." Tommy repeated. He tilted his head again and the wind pushed at the little box in

Techno's hands. Techno kept the purr up, patting Wilbur's knee in a quiet be still .

"Want to play with it?" Techno held the offer out, a little warped fungus on a stick.

Except Tommy was no strider and not as easily bribed.

The kid shifted, once, twice, an uncertain look on his face. But curiosity won out, like Techno

knew it would, and he clambered into the room, taking hesitant steps towards Techno's bed.

"Hi Wilbur," Tommy's wind flashed out again, trying to find Wilbur's whereabouts in the room.

"How are you doing, big man?"

"Hey brat," Wilbur kept his voice steady, casual, and Techno wanted to pat his twin on the

shoulder, but he knew if he moved too fast, Tommy would bolt. "I'm alright, still kind of mad

about the flinging around today." Wilbur raised an eyebrow and Techno tried to resist the dual

urges to facepalm and then immediately strangle Wilbur. Joking around wasn't an option when

Tommy was this jumpy- Techno knew he should've kicked his twin out.

Tommy stepped back, back towards the window. Techno went to call out again, unable to keep the

purr up when faced with the baby of his pack leaving-

Wilbur made the chuf -chuf -chuf and Tommy froze. His twin cleared his throat, fiddling with his

hands and patting the space beside him on the bed. Tommy tilted his head again at the sound of the

blankets rustling.

"No harm done, I was just teasing," Wilbur's voice was a little rougher, scratchier from the noise.

"Why don't you come sit with us? You can talk to Dad."

Tommy picked his way towards where Wilbur had smacked the bed. Techno's twin kept the

tapping up and Tommy used the sound to guide him, until he was perched unsteadily on the

blankets, far enough from Wilbur's torso that he could bolt if Wilbur lunged. Techno's voices

frowned collectively at the action - why is he scared? Technopog Wilpog Tommypog trust trust

blood for the blood god - but it soothed something deep in his chest that Tommy was at least there.

It would be better if Tommy would curl into his side, like last time, but Techno wasn't going to

push. He'd take what he could get.

Tommy fiddled with his hands and Techno kept his purr up, louder than was maybe warranted.

Wilbur was never able to purr on command- he just sat, wide eyed at their newest addition. Phil, to

his credit, seemed to understand just how skittish Tommy was and had stayed quiet. Not for the

first time, Techno wished that Phil could step away and come help him. The man had always had

more patience than any of them, however, they couldn't just leave the Empire without a ruler. Phil

cleared his throat and Tommy jolted away from the sound, but didn't leave.

"Hey mate," Phil kept his voice low, calm, and soothing. When they'd found that raccoon in the

floorboards, Techno had lured it out with food and Wilbur spent days chasing the thing around,

until Phil had coaxed it out with the exact same voice and then gently carried it outside. "I'm Phil.

It's nice to meet you."

Tommy was frowning again. Not for the first time, Techno made a mental note to teach Tommy to

hide his expressions. Well- maybe. He could debate the pros and cons later.

"Phil's on the com," Wilbur spoke up before Techno could, leaning over and taking the box from

him. He fiddled with the sides, turning the screen so Phil could look at Tommy. "It'a a box-"

Wilbur clarified when Tommy's confused face didn't change. "Made of metal and wires and

redstone. It lets you message other people through text, or start a call like this one, where you can

hear their voice and see them through the screen, and vice versa."

"Well that's not particularly helpful for me, now is it?" Tommy, ever so slightly, inched forward,

curiosity once again getting the better of his fear. Techno wanted to write it down- he should make

a journal. Everything he'd learned about Tommy. A small grin cracked on Wilbur's face as

Tommy's shoulders dropped and Techno could only imagine the relief at his twin's voices and

instincts not shouting at him anymore.

"We can always get you one that reads aloud other messages and types what you verbally respond

with," Techno said. "It wouldn't be an issue. I'd feel better if you had one on you, really. Just in

case you ever ran into trouble."

"Speaking of," Tommy glared somewhere around Techno's chest. It might've been intimidating if

Techno hadn't been petting his hair last time. "What happened to that fire mage? They're gone."

Wilbur glanced over at Techno, eyebrows furrowed. Confusion was practically radiating off his

twin, hands tightening on the com. Suddenly Techno was very glad Tommy couldn't see their body

language- if he had, he might've mistaken Wilbur's concern for anger and bolted.

"I told you I would handle it," Techno soothed, reaching a hand out and letting another chuf -chuf -

chuf out when Tommy shied away. "I wasn't going to let them stay there where they could hurt

you." The again was unspoken, but judging by the sudden fury in Wilbur's eyes, he'd gotten the

message anyway.

"Did you kill them?" Tommy barked, uncertain. He was jittery again, like he was trying to decide

whether to stay or leave. Techno thought about his response- he had killed the mage, strung his

blood about aimlessly, really, but he wasn't sure if that was a good thing to tell Tommy. He kept

the purr up, trying to soothe his skittish new little brother, but Tommy had risen to the balls of his

feet, and- Techno bit back a sigh. He'd started this with honesty and he'd have to end with it too. He

had a feeling Tommy would know if he lied, anyway.

"Yes," Techno knew his response took too long, but Tommy seemed to accept it anyway, staying

stock-still on the edge of the bed. "They hurt you. Badly." Techno offered, trying to explain

himself. His voices wailed at the idea Tommy might hate him now - we did it for him why why

sadinnit L L L did we do something wrong - Tommy shuffled on the bed, head down.

"Tommy," Techno had been about to open his mouth, but as in most situations, Wilbur beat him to

it. His twin was scarily neutral, poker face on hard. "It's okay if you don't want to respond verbally,

but Techno is going to need a reaction from you. His instincts are probably very... loud at the

moment because of the uncertainty. If you are okay with him, headbutt his chest. If you are not,

and it's fine if you aren't, you can just puff out your cheeks, shake your head, and leave." Wilbur

cautioned. Phil, once again, had the sense to stay quiet and Techno tried to clamp down on the urge

to fidget.

Tommy shuffled closer and Techno waited for the cheek puff, the head shake, the disappointed he

hates us not pog technomistake technobad no no -

Tommy smacked his head into Techno's chest. The voices went silent, and this time, Techno didn't

have to force his purr out. The wind pushed at him, trying to figure out if Tommy had actually hit

his chest, but Techno just rose an arm and gingerly wrapped it around Tommy. The kid tensed

again, and Techno was about to remove it, when Tommy melted into the contact, a quiet whuf

escaping as he leaned into the hug, pressing his ear against Techno's chest to better hear the purr.

"Thanks, Tommy," Techno mumbled. "Is it okay if I move you between me and Wilbur? We can

show you how the com works."

Tommy propped his head up, assessing the words before he gingerly nodded.

"Wilbur isn't... isn't going to hit me either." Tommy tried to phrase it like a question, but they all

heard the nerves in the sentence. Wilbur's mouth dropped open, rage in every muscle, his eyes

beginning to glow red- Techno clicked his tongue and quickly slid a line across his throat. Shut

your mouth. Wilbur backed down.

"He'd rather die." Techno reassured, shuffling Tommy between he and Wilbur. Wilbur had the com

flipped again so Phil had watched the whole interaction with wide eyes.

"I will never, ever hit you, Tommy. I promise. Can I touch you?" Tommy nodded again and

Wilbur slid his arm over Tommy's shoulders, letting the kid lean against him. Techno wanted to

protest the loss, but he knew that Wilbur and Tommy needed this. "And if anyone ever does, you

can tell me and I'll make sure it never happens again, okay? You can tell any of us. And we will

stop it."

Tommy nodded.

"Aww," Techno could hear the smile in his father's voice and he rolled his eyes, grinning at the

rising red blush on Wilbur's cheeks. Wilbur had started purring, and it stayed even through his

embarrassment. "So Tommy, I'm Phil-"

"King Philza of the Antarctic Empire," Tommy fiddled with the edge of his tee, looking for more

threads to pull. Techno hadn't a chance to find some fidget toys yet. "34 years old, magic manifests

as wings, known privately and publicly as kind but stern. Has not yet lost a war." Tommy listed,

still fiddling. Wilbur blinked down at him as Techno chuckled.

"You done some research?" Techno teased.

"Rumors." Tommy's head glanced back in Techno's direction, finding a thread and slowly pulling

it.

"Rumors? Oh boy, what sort of rumors are flying around this time?" There was laughter in Phil's

voice, but judging from the expression on Tommy's face-

"They're not nice rumors." Ah.

"Run them by me anyway," Phil soothed. "It's okay, mate, I'm sure I've heard worse. I can't quite

make that chuffing sound, but I promise you won't be in trouble for saying it."

"...they say you traded your wife's life for your magic." Tommy finally spat it out and Wilbur

stopped purring. Techno, likewise, felt his stomach drop- he couldn't see Phil's face. He wasn't sure

he wanted to.

"I see," Phil sounded very much like he was trying to keep it together. "Well, you were right mate.

That's not a nice rumor at all."

Tommy just shrugged.

"I don't like that," Wilbur mused. Techno watched Tommy for any signs of an imminent run. "The

idea you have to trade anything to get magic."

"But you do," Tommy argued. His head swung up and Techno motioned for Wilbur to relax his

arm, put it back a bit- give Tommy space to lurch forward and away. "You do have to trade

something."

"You make it sound like you did." Wilbur complied, shifting his arm back a bit. Tommy was

tensing again, and Techno was pretty sure the kid was going to run.

"I traded my eyes," Tommy bolted forwards then, the window still open. It didn't make his

statement any less horrifying. The pit in his stomach was back and Techno could feel Wilbur

shaking beside him. In fury, in fear? "It was an accident- I didn't have another choice. He was

going to-" Tommy shut his mouth then, seeming to realize that he'd been running it, and quickly

jumped out the window. The wind carried him away and his absence felt like an actual hole had

been carved in Techno's chest.

"Don't go!" Wilbur hurried off the bed and shouted after him, hands gripping the window sill.

"Wait, Tommy, you aren't in trouble!"

More rustling. Was he still nearby? Techno took one look at the hardening, determined set to

Wilbur's jaw and immediately felt immense fear.

"Wilbur, no." he tried. Let no one say he didn't try.

"Tommy you come back or I'm jumping out the window!" Wilbur hollered out, it was almost

midnight and people were clearly sleeping. "You have three seconds- one, two-"

"Wilbur." Techno tried again. There was more rustling and Techno knew Wilbur heard it too.

"Three!" Wilbur jumped out the window. To his credit, he only shrieked a little bit, but even

Techno could hear the wind screeching as Tommy flew to catch him, lowering him down gently

onto the ground. There was a small scuffle, more rustling, and then Wilbur's voice, too soft for

Techno to fully make out, started soothing the hushed sobs that cut through the air. Techno's heart

lurched - he wanted to be out there, he needed to -runt hurt runt sad crying sad no nest nest help -

"-echno?" he blinked back into focus, staring at the com Wilbur had left behind. He picked it up,

trying to find his distractions in Phil's familiar face. His dad looked tired, a little sad- a far cry from

the shattered man Techno had almost expected. "There you are," Phil soothed. "Don't worry about

Tommy, your littermate has him. You can trust Wilbur, right?"

Techno's instincts purred - littermate has runt baby is safe littermate will hold protect in nest - and

Techno sighed as they stopped pushing so hard, relief flooding him as his shoulders dropped.

Thank the gods that Phil always knew what to say.

"Thanks." Techno grunted.

"...I like him," Phil mused. "When are you bringing him home?"

They weren't going to talk about the whole I traded my eyes for magic thing, huh.

"Not sure yet," Techno grunted again, hearing the sobs muffle. He was pretty sure Wilbur was

hugging him, but- aaand there was Wilbur's purr. Definitely hugging him. "I don't want to move

too fast. He has to come to us."

"Agreed," Phil nodded, fingers tapping his chin thoughtfully. "I'll start preparing for his arrival

anyway. Any idea his level of schooling?"

"Minimal. He seems to be good at quick calculations because he uses himself as a ruler to map out

how far other things are from him, but it does seem that all his knowledge stems from what is

practical to know on the streets." Techno hummed to himself.

"Okay, I'll refrain from placing him in an academy, then. Tutors, do you think?

"Tutors would be best anyway. Not sure the kid could handle school. He has a deep distrust of

other people. Wilbur's been chasing him for weeks and he only likes me because I feed him."

"I'll arrange for a placement test then. And find some excellent tutors."

"Record their interviews. I want final say on which ones we pick."

"Of course," Phil was grinning and Techno huffed, turning his head away. He was just being

practical. Not soft. "He'll need some interaction with kids his age, though."

"Make his main attendants kids, then," Techno huffed again as Phil raised an eyebrow. "We can't

just have him socialize with other noble kids. They'll act differently than he's used to- and they're

usually stuck up and suck ups. He won't make any friendships there."

"You do have a point," Phil hummed thoughtfully. "Any ideas where to find a child, then?"

"...Puffy."

"Puffy is an adult therapist, Techno. I do think Tommy should talk to her, but she is not a child-"

"No, Puffy has a kid . I see him all the time, he's a strange mix of bold and shy, but he's well

mannered. Bit of a gremlin. He has a friend, Ranboo. Ranboo's quieter and susceptible to peer

pressure, but apparently he's good at getting them out of trouble when Tubbo gets them into it.

Ranboo stays with them."

"You think Puffy would-"

"I think you should offer Puffy a permanent place in the castle on the condition her kids be

Tommy's attendants."

"If she says no?"

"Then I have no other ideas."

"I'll ask," there was laughter in Phil's voice again. "She'll probably want to meet him."

"I'll see what I can do. I'm not sure if his anxiety also applies to other genders. Only male-oriented

people have been chasing him."

"Alright. I'll-"

Wilbur groaned as he climbed back through the window, a sleeping child on his back.

"Kid fell asleep on me," Wilbur grinned, still purring. There was a wet patch on his shirt, bits of

tears and snot, but Wilbur didn't seem to mind. Techno moved to hand him a tissue anyway. "I

asked him, before he did, if he wanted to sleep here and he said sure, so I brought him back up."

Techno eyed Tommy's wrist again from where it was hanging off Wilbur's shoulder. "I wish he'd

stayed awake long enough for me to feed him." Techno grumped.

"Mother hen," Wilbur grinned and set Tommy down on the bed. Techno let his right hand drop

from the com, gently petting through Tommy's hair again. Even in his sleep, the kid cuddled closer

to the touch. "I want him to stay." Wilbur stripped off his shirt, choosing one of Techno's and

buttoning it up. He slid himself onto the bed, wrapping an arm around Tommy's shoulders again

and getting the kid to cuddle into his side.

Techno was not jealous.

"Me too." Techno sighed.

"I just want to meet him in person!" Phil flung his hands up in fond exasperation and they turned

their heads back to the com. "You keep forgetting I'm here, I only got to say like three sentences to

him."

"Apologies, Dadza," Wilbur stuck his tongue out. "We'll make sure to appropriately administer

Tommy's attention."

"We'll time it." Techno nodded, gravely.

Phil wheezed.

sssss

Potions

Chapter Summary

Tommy runs into some trouble.

Chapter Notes

An early update today, guys! I'm up earlier than I normally am- couldn't sleep last

night so I'm going to try and make it through the day so I'll crash tonight.

Hopefully.

I have lots of work to do, so that should keep me up!

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Tommy hadn't meant to get into the fight. In his defence - if you could even call it that - they

started it.

Magic like his was rare, apparently. Rare enough that people really thought they could make a

pretty penny in tying him up and selling him as an ill-behaved pet to the highest bidder. 'S what the

last people tried to do, anyway.

Tommy had fought these guys before, and unlike Dream and the others, they weren't playing fair.

A whistling was the only warning he got, flinging himself sideways and into a wall, before a net

smacked into the ground somewhere to his left. Tommy was already bleeding, a cut running from

his ankle to just above his knee- those nets had some wicked blades on the edges and Tommy was

pretty sure they were weighted. He wasn't going to stop and pick one up to try and find out, though.

They were light in the air. Too light.

Tommy heard the reloading of a dart gun and bolted out of the alley, blood hammering in his ears.

This dance was familiar, a pop one-two-three, they'd chase him into the city's alley grid, in the

outskirts. The poorer factions, the places Tommy spent his time when he didn't feel up to playing

tag with the king. He blended in here- or, he used to.

Ragged clothes had been swapped out for new ones, scars and matted hair cleaned and fixed. He

had to look like he-

His foot hit a wet patch on the ground and Tommy didn't hesitate before diving into it, wincing as

the mud dug into the cut on his leg. He could only be concerned about an infection if he lived past

this chase, after all.

He'd outrun them before. He could outrun them again, even if he couldn't take to the skies and

have his magic carry him to freedom. Even if he couldn't see them, he knew exactly how to hide

himself amongst the other alley kids. Tommy wasn't dumb , he couldn't exactly see the things he'd

been given, but he knew based on the feel and weight of the fabric that it wasn't any of the fancy

silky shit Techno wore all the time. He could dirty it - the shit he'd been dodging as he ran was

more than enough to tear it - and he should fit in just fine.

It was risky.

Tommy knew it was risky. He didn't exactly have a choice at the moment, though, so he needed to

just swallow his fear and go on with it. He rolled with his shoulder, bringing his hands up to cake

the earthy mud in his hair. It'd been soft and fluffy from when Techno had brushed it out, and-

Tommy missed him.

Don't think about Techno , he hissed at himself. We are literally running for our lives- do not get

distracted.

Warmth and fluffy blankets and rumbly purrs under his ears-

Don't get distracted. He couldn't afford to get distracted.

Gross-ass cherries in his mouth, regen cream soothing his burns-

They were going to catch him.

Tommy blindly (hah) flung out his magic, searching for an out. There was enough pressure, a

pause between the walls and Tommy turned on his heel, flinging himself towards it.

He promptly smashed face-first into a wall. Of all the times-

Footsteps pounded at the ground, people with heavy boots coming closer. The boots had metal

towards the bottom, Tommy could hear the clang clang clang of it as they ran to get him. There

was something warm and wet dribbling down his face, into his mouth- blood. Right.

His nose hurt.

He picked himself up, disoriented, feeling dizzy. He heard another whoosh, a stray dart burying

itself in the wall behind him. Tommy went to run, but once again, life disappointed him

immeasurably and he tripped on something fucking stupid on the ground. It hit the floor with an

echoey clatter - it was supposed to hold something, then - and Tommy tried to step around it. He

tried, he tried.

Tommy wanted Techno.

Something grabbed at his shoulder, the wind curling around someone's hand as it flew downwards,

planting itself in one of Tommy's eyes that didn't work. He tried to shout, but there were more

hands on his mouth, bringing him down to the ground with a knee on his back.

Victorious shouts echoed across the alleys, bouncing on and off between the walls, and Tommy

wasn't even sure which way was up anymore.

He wanted Techno and Wilbur. Or-or Dream or Gogy or Snappy. Tommy would even take Bad,

even with how he'd be scolded for his language. He wiggled and was hit again.

I will never hit you, Techno had said. And if anyone ever does, you come tell me, and I will deal

with it.

Tommy didn't think he was going to get the chance.

--

They really should have expected that not everything would go well.

The team had stalked through the alleys, Techno once again opting to stay in Dream's mid-city

apartment building, waiting for Tommy-

Techno and Wilbur were twins. Born of the same blood, adopted and raised by the same man in a

time before they could remember it- but two houses with similar foundations could still be entirely

different. They were different. Techno's voices were louder and often just shouted nonsense,

spamming the letter E and a combination of Techno-something. Wilbur's twin often claimed that

his voices were idiots because Techno himself had enough sense to get by on his own- Wilbur's

voices were much quieter. Spoke in longer sentences, sounded like snakes in the back of his head.

They were always right and he had long since learned to not ignore their warnings.

Wilbur smelled the blood before he saw it.

He was a ways off from the others, following the hiss in the back of his head of danger there is

something wrong with the runt go forward and left .

A whine, followed by a smack.

Wilbur flung himself forward, no longer caring about keeping stealthy or out of the way. He knew

that blood- had smelled it all over Technoblade, and even if it wasn't coated in ash and smoke and

fire, Wilbur could still tell. He rounded the corner, already pulling out his crossbow, his daggers,

his short sword.

He loaded the crossbow and took a few seconds to look around, assessing the threats before he

aimed. There were eight men, all dressed in dark clothes, heavy metals at the bottoms of their boots

and their hands. Three were closer to the ground, one had Tommy pinned under a knee, Tommy's

blood splattered across the metal knuckles.

Wilbur shot him first. Clean, straight, right through the eye. He would have liked to take his time -

a quick death wasn't something this man deserved for laying a hand on Wilbur's family - but he

would have to make do. He reloaded again, hearing the men start yelling as their friend dropped. A

one, a two- the three closest to Tommy were all on the ground, blood staining the brick in messy

little piles. Tommy was still in it, red staining the white of his little shirt Techno had gotten for

him, but Wilbur would worry about him a minute. When they weren't getting shot at.

Four more up at the edges of the alley, crossbows loaded with darts. Wilbur banished his crossbow

back to his inventory, pulling up his sword and letting the flat of the blade block the darts before

they reached his body. They smashed on the ground, little things pouring out some silvery liquid.

Wilbur eyed it with contempt- he could recognize magic blockers anywhere.

He used his momentum to fling himself up the alley walls, humming as he summoned his daggers

to them. Like a dance, a beat one-two-three-four, Wilbur dodged around one foe and slit his throat,

tripped another and shot him when he fell, brought his crossbow back out and sent a bolt between

the third's eyes, and the fourth he pushed off the edge of the roof, loading an arrow and letting the

man plead for mercy he wasn't going to be getting. Wilbur kept his humming up long after the

forth's head had smacked against the brick, blood blooming from the arrowhead buried in his skull,

and he looked up. There were eight. It seemed the last, seeing all his colleagues falling to Wilbur's

weapons, had abandoned ship.

Ugh.

Seems the only thing these assholes could do properly was piss Wilbur off.

Wilbur opened his palm, sending all of his weapons back to his inventory and jumped off the roof.

He rolled with the impact, gravel scratching against his back and skull. Didn't matter though, didn't

matter because Tommy was blearily trying to raise himself up from a puddle of blood.

Wilbur skidded to a stop in front of the kid, hands out and grabbing for him. Tommy let out a

shriek as he was touched and the winds blew wildly at Wilbur's face, throwing his hat off his head

and sending it down the alley. Wilbur ignored it, ignored everything else and pressed the kid to his

chest, tucked under his chin.

"Tommy, Tommy," he breathed. Tommy's little hands smacked at his chest before he stilled,

hopefully recognizing Wilbur's voice. "It's me. It's Wilbur."

"...Wilbur?"

"Yeah, kiddo. Got yourself into a right mess here, huh?" Wilbur let himself laugh. He stood,

rolling his eyes at the puddles of blood that had soaked into his pants. He'd have to get the servants

to scrub these out, ugh. That'd be such a pain . He easily pulled Tommy's weight into his arms,

balancing the kid against his chest like a toddler. The back of his head purred, a similar rumble

rising up from his throat. Tommy melted into it, pressing his ear against Wilbur's collarbone, and

Wilbur could feel his own purr growing stronger at the response. Runt, baby, little. His instincts

pushed at him. They wanted Tommy home, in the nest that Wilbur had built in his room - or in the

nest in Techno's room, or the one in Phil's room, didn't really matter - and safe . Safe and fed and

not with bruises blooming like terrible violets across his cheeks.

"They've-" Tommy cut himself off and Wilbur purred harder, gently encouraging him to speak. He

stepped out of the puddle, glaring down with growing disdain for these assholes. "They've chased

me before."

"Oh?"

The kid in his arms shuddered. "They've caught me before." Tommy's hands traced his neck, like

he was almost expecting to be choked.

" Oh. " Wilbur didn't even try to keep the snarl out of his voice that time. He peeled out of the

alley, watching the crowds carefully for any sign of more of these men. The crowds watched him

back- he knew he stuck out like a sore thumb here. And despite Tommy being covered in mud and

bruises and with the few rips in his clothes- his sneakers were still new. His hair was still shiny,

and he didn't have the constant coat of dirt that other kids had from playing in the bricks all day.

Tommy stuck out like a sore thumb too. A noble going to fetch his wayward little brother ,

nameless faces in the crowd whispered. There is no other explanation . Wilbur smiled and let them

keep looking. They were fairly close to the truth, after all- he couldn't wait to announce Tommy as

the new Prince of the Empire.

In fact, he couldn't wait to go back to the Empire. He enjoyed vacations in Dream's kingdom, after

all- the Empire's borders took up the North of the entire continent, stretching from West to East and

taking small divots further South. They had a few beaches, but they were still cold year-round and

the terrain still so used to snow. Dream's kingdom was one that shared a border, but the border was

broken up by a series of small mountain slopes that had been turned into a rather popular ski resort.

The official border crossing was just a few miles South of the resort, making it technically Empire

territory, but they had mutually agreed to keep it a neutral grounds of sorts for vacations.

Dream's kingdom, Essempee, stretched along the entire West side of the continent, extended about

half-way across the land mass. It was smaller than the Empire, but they had nearly unfiltered

access to the Western seas and a navy unlike any other in the world. They also had a strange luck

in finding precious materials and resources- shipwreck after shipwreck, long forgotten temples, all

bursting with gold and treasures that the country would take as their own. The Empire and

Essempee had always been on neutral terms, but they were slowly pushing towards trade

agreements and an official alliance. After this whole mess, though, Wilbur would gladly ally with

Dream. In fact, he would advocate for it. They didn't ally with tyrants and Dream was no tyrant.

While he'd been a bit busier chasing after Tommy, the man regularly went around and redistributed

his wealth to people in need. The country as a whole had incredibly strong welfare programs that

kept almost the entire country comfortably middle-class. Dream did some honest, good work, and

Wilbur would be proud to call him an ally. Dream's kingdom was lovely , it was just warm and

Wilbur missed the cool nights of the Empire.

But this was so much more important than Wilbur's comfort level. He headed through the alleys,

letting his instincts guide him forward to find the rest of his pack.

"Are we going to Techno?" Tommy peeped up and Wilbur smiled down at his little brother, wiping

the bloodstained fluffs of hair away from his eyes.

"Yes." Wilbur found it hard to speak when the purr was up, but he'd struggle through it.

"Take a left," Tommy slouched against his chest as Wilbur paused in the intersection. "Then go

straight, then a right, then straight, then a left." the kid listed off directions, hand waving absently

towards the path he was giving out. The breeze blew through the alleyways and Wilbur paused.

The wind shouldn't have been blowing, not this hard between the buildings- seemed Tommy hadn't

gotten hit with the magic blockers. A knot of tension in Wilbur's chest loosened. "'T's faster."

Wilbur couldn't purr any harder than he was, but his instincts wanted to try. Instead, he gently

butted Tommy's head with his own, rubbing his cheek against Tommy's forehead. He set off down

the path Tommy had given him, but at the end of the first left, they were just at the side of the

apartment building Dream owned, and there wasn't enough space for Wilbur to squeeze through.

"Well, looks like we'll have to go the long way," Wilbur reassured. He knew Tommy could feel the

dead end the same as Wilbur saw it. Oh god what if he thought it was his fault and got sad? Wilbur

could not handle him crying. He panicked, his purr briefly stopping as his mouth flailed. "Well of

course it isn't your fault Tommy, I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. Silly Wilbs, am I-"

Wilbur blinked down at the gremlin grin slowly stretching across Tommy's face. What.

"Hang on." Tommy chuckled, like an ominous little shit. Wilbur was confused, what could he

possibly need to hang on-

A breeze flinging his mop of hair out of his face was the only warning he got before he and

Tommy were being launched skyward. Wilbur shrieked, clinging onto the child in his arms for

dear life. He could feel his shirt rising up - fuuuuck he should have tucked it in - as he got flung up.

"Don't worry, I do this all the time!" Tommy had managed to untangle himself from Wilbur's death

grip. He tried not to look down. He was not going to look down. He was-

Ah fuck he looked down.

They were going to fall and they were going to die and how the fuck did they get this high up?

Wilbur opened his mouth, probably to yell at the child, but the breeze that had been keeping them

up suddenly vanished, replaced with a hard hit from the side. Wilbur spiraled through the air,

Tommy's smaller hand in his.

He was pretty sure Tommy was shrieking his laughter.

Wilbur was just shrieking.

They slowed as they approached the side of the building. Wilbur smacked into the brick with a

weighted oof , grappling for purchase on the fourth floor window sill. Tommy had just flown

through the window entirely and Wilbur heard Techno's startled grunt, followed by a furious snarl

as Tommy's injuries were exposed to the light. Wilbur pulled himself up and through the window,

glancing up.

His twin was already at Tommy's side, hands fluttering over the bruises and checking their

severity.

"Get a health pot," red eyes met Wilbur's own and he nodded. He stepped out of the room, heading

off to where Dream kept his stash of shit. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"

Wilbur didn't stop to listen to Tommy's answer- not when he had bigger fish to fry here. He

skidded into the room at the end of the hall, one that Dream had stocked with chests and chests of

healing supplies. The hinges groaned as Wilbur pried the chests open, grabbing the red-filled

bottles and a few regen cream containers. Techno had insisted on them being close by in case

Tommy ever came in injured, and for once, Wilbur was thankful for his twin's paranoia.

Chapter End Notes

Hope you enjoyed the chapter, I'll see you tomorrow~

Y'all are gonna get grounded

Chapter Summary

They're going to get grounded-

Chapter Notes

Yo how's life??

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"You said that they've chased you before," Wilbur was the one to break the silence in the room.

Before, the only things Tommy could hear were the shuffle of clothes and bandages, and the regen

cream getting spread along his face. "What do you know about them?"

Apparently the guy who'd punched him had used brass knuckles. Tommy knew his face hurt, but

he didn't know how damaged and bruised the skin was. He'd assumed he had a black eye from

getting punched there, but he wasn't sure what else. Techno had panicked over the amount of

blood, but Wilbur had quickly asserted that the blood wasn't Tommy's.

"They always come in groups," Tommy's voice was raspy again and he resisted the urge to sigh at

it.The blubby fake cherry taste of the healing potion was sticking to his tongue like a half melted

caramel and he was rather upset about it. These potions were magical, could heal even the worst of

wounds, and nobody had figured out how to make them taste good? Tommy called bullshit.

"Usually six to ten of them. They have metal things on the bottom of their shoes that lets them stick

to walls and climb really well. It makes a weird sound when they run though, so that's how I

usually know they're coming." Tommy paused when someone clicked their tongue. It was close.

He was about to blow a puff of air in that direction, see if it was Techno or Wilbur, when a

comfortably warm mug was pressed into his hands. Techno, then. Tommy hummed his thanks,

settling back down near the open window. He brought the drink to his lips, assuming it was the

same tea as last time- but instead of fruity and soothing, it was chocolatey? Tommy hadn't had

chocolate in a long time.

"This is a strange tea." Tommy licked at the cream that had gathered on his lips, frowning as he

tried to make sense of it. Why would tea be frothy?

"It's not tea," Techno's voice, in front of him but slightly to the left. "Hot chocolate."

"Oh." Tommy took another sip. "I like it."

"I thought you would."

"You also said that they've caught you before," Wilbur interrupted them. Tommy could feel the air

curl around Wilbur's palms when he smacked them into the floor, the short slapping sound

following after. "What did they do to you? Why are they after you?"

"Why are you asking?" Why do you care about me and why does it matter and- ugh, these people

were just so confusing. Tommy still couldn't really understand why Techno was so insistent on

feeding him, or why he was given new clothes, or why he wasn't hit when he was being dumb.

They were confusing. Tommy shuffled a bit closer to the human fireplace that was Techno, sighing

in relief when Techno gently put an arm around his shoulders. Tommy turned his head so he could

nuzzle into Techno's side. He took another sip of his... hot chocolate and relaxed when the warmth

travelled down his body. He could feel the dried mud pull at his hair when he moved and he

sighed. It'd be a pain to brush out.

"Why am I-" Wilbur's voice was raised in a half furious snarl- and this, at least Tommy could

understand. Couldn't help the flinch into Techno's side, but he understood the anger. Wilbur was

going to-but no, Wilbur said he wouldn't-Techno said he wouldn't let anyone hit Tommy. His head

hurt. These people were too confusing. "Tommy," Wilbur took a deep breath and crooned . It was a

strange sound, a musical rumble, and Tommy jolted a bit at this one. Nobody offered any

explanation though, so Tommy was left to guess on his own. It was good, probably? All the bad

ones so far were grumbly, they sounded mad. This one sounded almost... like Wilbur was calling

or soothing? But the chuf -chuf -chuf was supposed to be soothing- op, not soothing, reassurance.

This was quickly getting too complicated for Tommy, and the building migraine behind his left

eyebrow started pulsing harder. "I want to know because I care about you. We also need to know

so we can tell Dream, and he can get rid of them if they're causing problems." Wilbur sounded

much calmer now.

"Oh," Tommy was trying real hard to think through the jackhammer in his skull. "Uhm, they go

after kids, usually. People in vulnerable positions with magic. They run experiments, try to study

the magic and see what they can learn," Tommy took another sip of his hot chocolate. He huffed a

breath, feeling his hands shake. The phantom feelings of chains were back around his neck- "They

um. They would put a-a chain around my neck and-" Tommy felt Techno's arm around him tighten.

He gulped a breath. No getting out of this now. "They would choke me to see if I could force

oxygen into my body even if my windpipe was gone. They had to keep healing me- they kept

squeezing it until it couldn't go back on its own." Tommy hid his face in Techno's shirt. Focus on

the fabric, on the stupid rose soap, there's nothing around his neck, nothing nothing at all, he can

breathe even if he's choking on the air, there's air here, he can-he can-

"Thank you for telling us," Techno's voice picked up and Tommy leaned into the rumbles, trying

to focus on how Techno's voice always shook his chest out. "We will handle it. Do you want to

take a shower?" Techno's hands played with some of the hair that had gotten stuck together with

mud and Tommy winced as the strands were pulled uncomfortably. "You've gotten quite muddy,

here." Techno ended his sentence with another rumbly purr and Tommy couldn't help but lean into

it. Even if he was still learning the cues, this was so much easier than normal people. No dancing

around the truth, trying to guess tone without body language to bounce off of- just happy rumbles

and mad rumbles. Tommy could work with that.

He nodded. He was pretty sure if he tried to speak anyway, he'd just end up bursting into tears.

"Do you want me to go with you? I can sit outside the door or go in. Your choice," Techno offered.

"If you want me in then you can keep your clothes on and we'll just wash your hair."

Tommy inhaled and thought about it. He wasn't used to being super dirty anymore and he didn't

like the feeling of the mud that had caked along his arms and legs from his dive. The cut had

healed up on his leg, so that wasn't hurting, but Tommy still didn't like how the mud pulled at his

skin.

"...can you sit outside?" Tommy hated how small his voice sounded. Hated how reliant he was

becoming.

But would it be so bad, to go home with Techno and Wilbur? a little voice asked inside his head.

"Of course." the twins answered at the same time and Tommy was gently pulled to his feet and

guided towards the bathroom.

Shut up. Tommy told it back.

"I have my crossbow and my daggers and my sword," Wilbur put his hand on Tommy's shoulder

and started purring again when Tommy didn't flinch. "And Techno has his axe, shield, and sword

on him in his inventory. Nobody will get past us." the door creaked as it was opened and Tommy

shivered a bit as his feet touched cold tile.

"Inventory?" Tommy played with the edge of the bathroom door, a small breeze flowing through

the room.

"It's part of our magic," Wilbur explained. He waved his hand. "I can tell you more after you've

showered?"

Another bribe to stick around. Tommy was a curious soul, though, he always wanted to learn and

know , and he was starting to get rather suspicious of how these two were using that against him.

Even so-

"Sure." Tommy whispered. He wanted to know. And maybe he wanted a few more free Techno

hugs, or some free Wilbur cuddles. But that'd be ridiculous, which was exactly why Tommy was

not entertaining that.

"Do you want another hot chocolate?" Techno this time. "Dad actually knows way more about the

magic than we do, Wilbur just talks out his ass and pretends he knows," Wilbur let out a wounded

noise of protest. "We can call him again. He was real upset last time."

"...oh." Tommy didn't really think it was possible for him to wilt so much at a simple admission- he

didn't care if Phil didn't like him. He didn't .

"Yeah," Wilbur sounded amused. Tommy was real glad that the asshole found his pain funny. "He

wanted to talk to you more so he got mad at us for taking your attention. Dadza's jealoussss ~"

Wilbur sing-songed to the tune of Techno's laughter.

" Oh," these people kept surprising him at every turn. "Um, yes to another hot chocolate... please."

"We'll be waiting for you here when you're done." Techno said and Tommy closed the door. The

fan turned on, whirring blades giving him easy access to the air currents. Tommy could hear

Techno and Wilbur fall into easy banter, the sound of a sword being unsheathed calming his

nerves. Maybe it shouldn't have been so soothing to hear the sound of a blade- but Tommy had

been a lot of things in his short life. Always the fighter but never the fought for .

But there were two people outside, guarding the bathroom door just because Tommy was still

scared. Who were giving him privacy and wanted him in their lives. Tommy turned the shower on,

waiting until the water was as hot as he could make it before stripping and jumping in. He didn't

bother folding his clothes, he was pretty sure Techno would just give him new ones.

The rain-like shower splattered across his back and shoulders, leaving slightly reddened skin

behind from the temperature.

It wouldn't be so bad to go home with Techno. the voice whispered again.

This time, Tommy didn't tell it to shut up.

--

"-obvious symbols. Their cloaks didn't carry anything, but your guards found the bodies already,

right? Did you see anything identifiable on them?" Wilbur fiddled with his communicator, staring

down at Dream on the other end. Techno wasn't entirely sure how the man managed to emote even

with a mask over his face, but by the gods, did Dream look displeased.

"They didn't," Dream's tone was clipped, harsh and angry. The shower was still running and

Techno could smell his soap getting stronger, tuning out the scent of mud and dirt slowly. They

were still guarding the door- Wilbur had his crossbow out and Techno his sword. They were fairly

certain that no one would be coming here, that no one was bold enough to attack them, but they

could never be too careful. "There was no ID on them either. We ran their faces against our

records- some of them were off the grid, but two had criminal records. Minor crimes, were released

early on good behaviour. I hadn't even heard of-of magic hunters , not in my country." Dream's

fingers tapped harder against the arm of his throne.

"Tommy spoke about them like they'd been around for awhile," Techno hummed. He readjusted

his grip on the sword, ear flicking as the tub made a small popping noise when Tommy shifted his

weight. His instincts were sharpened, searching for any kind of threat- Tommy had been injured

and that was enough to set them off, but the kid had asked them to protect him while he was

vulnerable. It was a teeter totter of it being far too much for Techno's instincts to handle and being

just enough. They liked protecting. They did not like that it was necessary. "He might have

encountered them outside of Essempee."

"Some of my citizens were in that band of child abusers," Dream snarled. "Which means they have

at least some kind of established presence here. My guard has been dispatched, the soldiers and

police forces are going to hunt them down as we speak." Techno was pretty damn sure that he'd

never seen Dream this angry before. Annoyed, sure- not furious.

"We need to call Dad and tell him too," Wilbur huffed from beside him. He had an arrow prepped

and loaded in his crossbow, the barbed point dripping with a thick blue liquid. Techno could smell

the spider eyes from here. He understood- didn't think it was entirely necessary, but judging from

how Wilbur's eyes tracked a constant path from the window to the door and back again, Techno

was pretty sure his twin's instincts were being fairly loud. Tommy had given them this job - guard

him while he was showering - and they were going to see it through. "They might have a presence

in the Empire, too."

"Already messaged him," Techno held up his communicator, displaying the row of text he'd sent to

their dad. Phil had responded and they'd been having a conversation, swapping details as Phil

prepared their own assault. "He's already on it. He-" Techno hesitated. "He wants us to bring

Tommy home."

Wilbur's hand tightened on his crossbow. Dream sighed, a drawn-out and heavy thing. Not for the

first time, Techno wondered how the man was able to run every major facet of his country without

rest. He had his advisors, of course, but his responsibilities were a heavy weight to bear. Techno

understood all too well.

"King Philza has a point," Dream scrubbed at his face under his mask, slouching back on his

throne. "On one hand, we don't want to rush Float-er, Tommy. We need him to trust you guys so he

can go with you willingly. On the other hand, if we let him go off on his own again, he might get

captured and I'm not confident in our ability to find him if those idiots do first."

"We could just kidnap him," Wilbur suggested. Techno gave his twin a look, suddenly being

overcome with the urge to let his palm meet his forehead. "We can good cop/bad cop him. I'm not

afraid to play the bad guy if it means he's safe ."

"Oh yes, let's threaten to kidnap the traumatized child with trust issues," Techno could feel Wilbur

bristling beside him. "That sounds like a masterful plan, Wilbur. Not like the child would hate us

forever or anything."

"No, I think kidnapping's off the table for now," Dream looked a little more amused, sitting back

up. That throne didn't look very comfortable- unlike the ones in the Empire, Dream's was just made

of metal with a hard, rigid back. "Even if you did, he'd just escape. You'd have to drug the shit out

of him to stop that from happening and one, I don't think either of you would be able to do that, no

matter how safe he would be, and two, I wouldn't let you do that." Maybe Techno should get him

some cushions. That had to be hell on the butt.

"Yeah fine," Wilbur waved a hand. Techno knew what that was like, after all, he'd been in his fair

share of bad chairs- "What do you suggest we do, then?" -and they'd always left his tailbone

hurting and his back sore, and Techno really didn't know how Dream could stand to do that.

Techno was about to ask, really, but then the king jolted. He could see the tension in Dream's

shoulders. "Dream?" Wilbur prompted.

"Uh," Dream leaned back on his throne, a few pops following. Techno was really going to get him

a better chair for Christmas, this was ridiculous. "King Philza is on his way here. I've just been

informed he's crossed the border."

"...what?"

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Madza

Chapter Summary

Dadza is Madza.

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Chapter Notes

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Phil relaxed back on his seat in the plane. He swirled the glass of wine he'd been given in his right

hand, humming. The stem of the glass parted his fingers, the red liquid swirling about in his palm.

The plane hit a small patch of turbulence, but Phil wasn't worried- his wings twitched as the wind

buffered the jet.

The jet was silent, the cockpit where Karl and Quackity were flying the thing had its door shut.

Phil didn't really mind, he knew how the others were currently feeling about him. As a King, Phil

normally walked around in normal clothes. Long coats and a red heart necklace, missing the gold

bangles and jewelry that Techno was so fond of; Phil didn't even normally wear a crown. He

considered his wings mark of his status enough to identify him. He wanted to come off as well-

meaning, as a softer ruler than his predecessors.

It didn't mean Phil was incapable of taking every last drop of his authority and twist every last

piece he could touch to get exactly what he wanted.

He'd dropped everything when he'd seen that message from Techno, that someone had tried to kill

Tommy. Kill Tommy, capture Tommy. Techno was always nonchalant, always pretended, but Phil

could read between the lines to see the fury in his son's words when he had briefly said that

Tommy had been caught by these individuals before and tortured to see where the limits of his

magic went.

Phil's feathers bristled in his own fury. His sons had gotten the voices from him, after all.

The long, dark cape clasped around Phil's shoulders dragged at his seat, pulling at the plush

comfort. It was fastened with gold clasps, melted into the crest of the Empire. The red heart

necklace was tucked into his shirt, his crown heavy on his head. Phil had finally put on all of the

gold braces and earrings that Techno and Wilbur kept sneaking into his room- the soles of his

boots were plated in diamond, precious gems in the rings on his hands. Phil knew he oozed power,

oozed control; his sword was sheathed at his belt, the highest of enchantment glimmering along

the blade.

He couldn't help the dark look that had kept to his face since Techno had sent him the message,

and Phil knew it made it look far too much like his father, especially judging by how people in the

castle had flung themselves out of his way as though he was going to run them over.

A slight shickk broke Phil's train of thought and he tilted his head over to where Sam was scraping

a whetstone across the blades on his trident. The creeper hybrid was smoking and Phil could smell

the gunpowder from here.

"Calm down," Phil nodded his head towards where Ponk was meditating, his hands glowing gold

as he focused his healing magic to the tips of his palms. "We don't need to explode out of the sky."

"Apologies, your Highness," Sam muttered. He scraped the stone across the blades on his trident

again; the smoke had stopped wafting off him, but he still smelled like gunpowder. "I am rather...

wound up."

"I understand," Phil huffed out a breath. He would pour Sam a glass of wine, but the alcohol

activated with his explosives and caused them to be bigger, louder, more likely to go off. Sam

didn't drink often, but when he did, they had to have a bomb squad on the scene just in case Sam

got a bit annoyed while tipsy. "I am quite upset as well." Phil brought the lip of the glass to his

mouth, swallowing the wine. It was quite fruity, a low alcohol concentration, one of Phil's

favourites. He needed something grounding before he went on a violent rampage.

How DARE they, the voices screamed. They hurt the baby- there was a pounding across Phil's left

eyebrow - the baby bird - it was quite annoying, really - Destroy them Destroy them - Ponk would

probably have some painkillers in his bag - rip them to shreds and scatter their entrails along the

street - maybe Phil should ask for some - death for the death god -

"I just-" Sam sighed, his trident dipping in his hand. The hybrid looked quite troubled behind his

gas mask and Phil tried to block off the voices for now. "I can't believe that there are magic

hunters- I mean, there have always and will always be small groups of them, but they're never an

organization like this before. This- testing, torture, deliberate hunting of vulnerable people-" Sam

shook his head, smoke wafting off his gas mask again. Phil tightened his hold on the wine glass,

shifting to cross one leg over the other. "I don't know how we didn't know about this sooner."

Phil shrugged, watching the glass fracture under his hands. He put the glass in its cup holder,

watching with a critical eye to make sure the cracks weren't bad enough to spill wine everywhere.

"We know now. We can find them now," Phil traced the lip of the glass with his thumb. "We can

destroy them now. Only a matter of time, old friend."

"You're calmer than I thought you'd be, your Highness." Sam finally sheathed his trident, nodding

to himself as he leaned back on his own seat. Ponk peeked one eye open, peering between Phil and

Sam.

"Oh, trust me," Phil finally let his bloodthirsty smile out, absently popping his sword in and out of

the sheath. " I am far from calm. They attacked one of my own, my newest, my littlest son-" the

voices started screaming and Phil couldn't hear the plane's engine over their shouting. "They have

made this personal. "

"I'm quite excited to meet the new prince," Ponk stretched his arms above his head and the cracks

that followed startled Phil straight out of his murderous thoughts. He couldn't do anything but

stare- what the actual fuck was Ponk doing to himself to snap crackle n pop like goddamn rice

krispies? "You all seem really fond of him. He's wormed his way into your heart in such a short

amount of time; you haven't met him in person yet, either, and you're already so protective." Ponk

gave a sly grin, plopping down on his side and smacking the side of his face into Sam's lap. Sam,

to his credit, just raised an eyebrow, but Phil was used enough to their antics that he could just

brush it off.

"I've seen him on the coms," Phil hummed. The jet gave a short jerk as it began to descend. Phil

couldn't see the snow anymore, instead, it was all sunshine and green fields rolling out the

window. They were nearing the capital, then. Good. He was starting to get antsy. "I'm very sure

that if I didn't adopt him, Techno and Wilbur would fight each other for the right to do so. He's a

very cute child," Phil laughed, remembering Tommy's fluffy blonde hair, the curiosity sparkling in

his eyes when he'd stopped being so anxious, the talent Phil could see in every move the kid made.

"And my other sons are already so attached. Techno is certainly trying to hold himself back, but I'd

give it a day or two before he starts trying to cover Tommy in gold."

"Piglins," Ponk laughed. "Who do you think is going to try and put him in gold first- Prince

Technoblade or Prince Wilbur?"

"Prince Wilbur." Sam poked the side of Ponk's face. Ponk immediately grinned, holding a hand

awkwardly to his back like he was asking for a handshake.

"My money's on Prince Technoblade, so you're on. Loser has to wear a catboy maid outfit for a

whole twenty four hours." Ponk declared. He kept his hand out and Phil watched the expressions

flash across Sam's face - confusion, horror, resignation, fondness - and he chuckled lowly to

himself.

"Alright," Sam drawled. He grasped Ponk's hand, shaking it once. "I hope you like stockings,

Ponky."

"I'm not going to lose!" Ponk jabbed at Sam's knee and Phil tuned the sound of their bickering out

as he refocused out the window. The streets and cars were starting to come into view as the plane

descended, seatbelt lights activating. Sam and Ponk were too wrapped up in their argument to

notice the lights go on and Phil just didn't care to heed them. They were getting closer. Phil was

quite ready to just leap out of the plane and have his wings carry him to the ground, but

considering Sam's irritation levels, decided against it. He quite liked Karl, he would hate it if

something were to happen to his favourite co-pilot.

Tommy had looked so scared, so anxious; even when wrapped in the presence of his brothers. By

all accounts that should have soothed any worries Tommy had, but Phil had watched Tommy bolt

away from them like they were going to hurt him. It was absolutely inexcusable, and Phil's hand

tightened on the arm of the seat. He was going to find whoever had done this to his youngest and

he was going to pay it back tenfold .

Phil flicked through his inventory, clicking through the little grey boxes of cookies and blankets,

stuffed toys and the warmest cloak Phil had: all things he had brought for Tommy. Phil's magic

was a funny little thing he called Minecraft . He supposed that it should have a real name, one that

Phil hadn't made up, but no one in the world had ever manifested the same magic as Phil did, so he

got to call it whatever the hell he wanted. To put it simply, Phil's magic allowed him to manipulate

reality, to play life as though it were a game. It gave him an inventory he could summon at will, his

wings, and a few little bars that measured any damage he'd taken and his hunger level. The most

interesting part about it, of course, was that Phil couldn't permanently die. He could always

respawn, waking up wherever he slept last. He didn't do it often - it was incredibly painful, the

process of respawning - but it kept him alive, and ready, for whenever his sons needed him.

Phil's favourite part about it was that he could make others play the same game as him.

He'd had his own run-ins with magic hunters, although it was never anything as organized as the

group that had gone after Tommy. When he was young, still living under his father's foot, the old

King would offer for Phil to give other people the power of Minecraft - the inventory, the

respawns, the bars - in exchange for political favours. Hunters had gone after him, and after Phil

had killed them, he'd gone after his father and those political pricks next. Nothing had ever felt so

satisfying since. Even people Phil was close to were not given Minecraft . It was a power Phil kept

for his family and his family alone.

He couldn't wait to give the magic to Tommy, to wrap him up in Phil's energy and make sure his

newest son couldn't leave them either. Techno had respawned a few times- Wilbur had only once,

but they were close enough calls that Phil couldn't help the anxiety surging into his stomach. He

needed Tommy to have the same option to respawn, especially if these people were after him. One

bullet shot wrong, a blade in a vulnerable spot- Tommy could feel projectiles, yes, but what about

less tangible things? It would be so easy to carve something small, light, and fast enough that

Tommy wouldn't have enough time to read, and then Phil's youngest would be gone . Whether or

not Tommy came back with him, and Phil was certain he would, he was going to be placing his

magic upon his son. Phil wasn't losing anyone else.

Not again.

Ponk's voice raised in pitch as he whined at Sam and Phil chuckled lowly under his breath. He

hoped Ponk liked stockings, too, because it was definitely Wilbur that was going to snap first. Part

of the reason Phil had worn all of this gold and fancy shit he didn't normally bother with was so

that the twins would hopefully calm by one member of their family being covered in gold. Piglin

instincts, Phil had learned, were very protective and possessive- they demanded the sounder be

draped in jewels and stuck in a nest. Phil was hoping he could pull some of their attention off of

Tommy; the poor kid had looked so startled when Phil had seen him last.

The plane descended further and Phil stared down at the cars and people. Their jet lowered itself

towards the private landing grounds attached to Dream's castle, and Phil could barely make out the

fellow King and his second-in-command peering up at the jet, the wind flying through Ser

George's hair and pushing at his goggles. Dream, to his credit, looked unfazed: but Phil could see

the tense set to his shoulders. He smirked a bit, leaning forward in his chair. He plucked the glass

of wine, downing the rest of the ruby liquid, and letting the mulberry taste settle on his tongue.

Techno and Wilbur were one thing. Phil was another.

The plane dipped, landing gear engaged as it rolled to a stop along the runway. Dream's servants

were rushing to the engine, ready to collect their bags and luggage. The stairs unfolded from the

plane and Quackity opened the door, glancing at Phil. He uncrossed his legs, gesturing for Sam

and Ponk to take their places behind him. Phil had left the Empire in Pete's hands; the steward was

more than capable of running things while Phil was off collecting their wayward princes.

Wayward indeed.

Death for the death god , the crows whispered in the back of his head, no longer shouting now that

the salt-breeze of Dream's capital city was heavy in his lungs. Phil wondered if Tommy liked the

cold, if he was so used to this place- he would definitely be putting Tommy's room beside his own,

where their floors were heated by the natural springs underneath the castle. Techno and Wilbur ran

hot as piglins and they didn't need as much heating as Phil did.

Phil nodded to Quackity as he left the plane, making eye contact with the other King as he took his

first step down the stairs.

Soon . he promised the voices in his head. We will raze them all to the ground soon. Let us find

Tommy first.

Baby bird. They whined back. So attached. Phil let the dark grin stretch across his face, relishing in

how Ser George visibly flinched.

The Angel of Death descended.

--

Tommy was sitting back in the plush chair he'd slept in after Techno had healed him for the first

time, the taste of fake cherries drowned out by the creamy chocolate drink. He sipped at his mug

again, his eyes drooping just a bit. It was really warm in here, and Wilbur had insisted on a blanket.

The window was open and the chair was really comfy, and Tommy had made his shower way too

hot, so he was getting sleepy. Sue him.

"So, Tommy," Wilbur was somewhere to his left, but Tommy was way too tired to fling his magic

out to find out exactly where. Wasn't like they were going to attack him or anything. After a pause,

he hummed at Wilbur to make sure the other knew he was paying attention, but Tommy's focus

was stolen by Techno's throaty purr. There was a hand in his hair, large palm cupping his head as

claws scratched lightly at his scalp, and oh , if Tommy wasn't sleepy before, he definitely was

now. "Dad's on his way to meet you."

"King Philza?" Tommy knew he was slurring his words a bit. He took another sip of his drink- he

trusted Techno to grab the mug if he started to droop. He leaned into Techno's hand, the purr from

behind him almost rumbling the entire chair.

"Yeah, Dad," Wilbur said. He sounded a bit nervous and Tommy straightened against his seat.

Nervous. Was King Philza violent? "He's, well, he's coming here to meet you-" oh god. "He'll be

here in a few hours, actually, Dream went to go meet him at the airport."

"Is he going to hit me?" Tommy couldn't help the yelp, jolting against the cushions. The blanket

fell off his lap and Wilbur made a wounded noise, a small and sad croon. He hadn't- judging from

how Techno and Wilbur talked about King Philza, and the little bit Tommy had talked to him, he

hadn't thought the man was abusive - the idea of anyone hitting Techno was a bit laughable, but

still . King Philza had sounded so nice over the com, was it just a trap?

"What?" Wilbur's hands were on Tommy's face, gently cupping his cheeks. "Where did you get

that idea, Toms? He's never going to hit you."

"You sounded nervous!" Tommy tried to defend himself, shrinking away from the grip. There was

a soft disturbance in the wind and a light smacking sound, and Wilbur stopped touching his face.

Part of Tommy was relieved. The other part was so upset , he wanted the- a whine escaped his

throat before he had time to pull it back. There was a frozen silence. He fucked up. He'd fucked it

all up, they were going to hate him, nobody wanted to be around someone who was as clingy and

needy as Tommy. Yeah, he liked being held, but nobody had time for that, so it didn't matter. The

window was starting to look real nice at the moment, he was sure he could escape. Escape and-

Wilbur pulled him towards his chest, the chuf -chuf -chuf escaping his throat. Tommy hesitantly

returned the hug, burying his head into Wilbur's collarbone. Unlike Techno, who always smelled

like fancy roses, Wilbur smelled a lot like pine. There was an undertone of metallic blood,

probably from where Wilbur had fought those guys earlier- Wilbur had fought those guys. Tommy

owed him. How could he pay him back?

"No no no," Wilbur hushed. "I'm not nervous because I think Dad's going to hurt me, I'm nervous

at the havoc Dad's going to wreck across the entire city. He's really mad that you got hurt."

"Why?" Why did they care? Why did Tommy want them to care?

"Techno told you, we're adopting you," Wilbur laughed against his hair. "Dad basically adopted

you the second we told him about you, and it solidified when he got to talk to you. He's really mad

that you got hurt, so he's going to come and help take those guys down, and then we'll take you

home."

Maybe a week ago, Tommy would have argued. Asked to leave or just launched himself out of the

window. Afraid of this being a trap, afraid of them lying-

"Okay." he snuggled into Wilbur's jacket.

It wouldn't be so bad to go home with them.

Home?

Home. Tommy thought, face buried in Wilbur's jacket with Techno's hands petting his hair. And if

Tommy's eyes let a few tears out, crying quietly as Wilbur hushed them, neither of Tommy's bro-

Neither Wilbur or Techno said anything.

Chapter End Notes

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Chapter Summary

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Eret crossed their legs, settling back onto the chair. "He got away?"

"They had him pinned," Punz shook his head, glaring down at the men who had kneeled at Eret's

throne. "Supposedly he was rescued by Prince Wilbur of the Antarctic Empire, of all people."

Prince Wilbur? Eret sat up- now that had caught their attention.

"You didn't say anything before about the Empire being involved," Eret narrowed their eyes at

Punz, the flared waist on their skirt shifting on their throne. "Why were they there?"

"We have taps into Dream's apartment building- supposedly they're trying to adopt the kid," Punz

eyed the dagger Eret was twirling absently in their hands and they smirked, purple and blue swirls

of colour dancing over the blade. "King Philza is on his way, actually."

"Intercept before he gets there then, if Philza squirrels Tommy off into his kingdom, there's going

to be nothing we can do. The Empire has a too solid defence- Tommy is vulnerable in Essempee,"

Eret sheathed the blade, standing from their throne. "Take as many of my soldiers as you need. I

want that child in my castle by sundown, in three day's time, or there will be consequences. I'm

sure you understand me, Punz?" the man nodded, jaw stiff at Eret's side. "If you get him here

before the three days are up, I'll double your pay." Eret waved a hand as Punz's head snapped up,

determination in his eyes. He gave a single, sharp nod, before stalking off and barking orders at the

soldiers in Eret's castle.

Men like Punz only wanted one thing, after all. Money made their worlds spin, the gravitational

core to their planet. The promise of extra payment would be enough for Tommy to be delivered

onto Eret's doorstep by tomorrow. At least they hoped. They'd paid quite a bit of money for that

boy, and even if Tommy was being troublesome now, Eret knew they would be a good parent.

They had to set rules, limitations; Tommy had been out past his curfew for far too long.

Their feet carried them up the stairs, past the marble columns and through the secret tunnels to the

hallway that housed only two bedrooms. The first door to the right their destination- Eret creaked

the door open and stepped into what would be Tommy's room, when he arrived. Eret had been a

year younger, lonely and bored in their too-big castle, when they had stumbled across the magic

trade. An underground system of sorts- their main base was in Essempee, but they had recently

spread to Eret's kingdom. Supposedly Essempee's borders were too open, too large for the

allowance of international trade, that it had made the country a perfect target for slavers.

Eret had taken their pick, choosing from the more expensive options- magic made for the best

soldiers, after all, and they were sure that when they treated their new guards well that they would

all settle into their new jobs. And then, Eret had seen him . Younger than anyone else Eret had seen

so far, straining against his bonds, and a mat of purple-black-red bruises all across his neck. He had

been glaring viciously, and Eret had realized in just a moment that the boy couldn't see. Eret had

tried to wave, tried to smile at the boy- no response. His eyes had been completely focused

somewhere over Eret's shoulder, and they had realized that the boy was looking to where Eret had

last made noise . Sympathy had gripped their heart and they had asked how much the boy was.

The woman showing them around that startled at Eret's interest and said something along the lines

of how the child was powerful, but poorly trained. Too wild, unstable. Bit his handlers and had

resisted his capture- supposedly had put up one hell of a fight. Wind magic , the woman had said,

He uses it to see. He's useless without it. She had thrown a small stone into the cage and laughed

when the boy jerked. You don't want him, her mouth had moved and Eret resisted to urge to just

take her head off there. We haven't broken him yet. He's a loose cannon. A loose cannon. A loose

cannon with the softest hair Eret had ever seen and baby blue eyes. He was absolutely precious and

he didn't belong in this dingy cell where he was clearly mistreated.

Eret bought him on the spot, and that night, the kid had escaped. The slavers had offered their

assistance in recapturing him in exchange for Eret's money and continued patronage.

They were finally getting closer, but clearly, the Empire had seen the same thing Eret had. Too

young to be out on his own- little Tommy needed to be protected. Trained. Eret hummed as they

swept around the room. They'd spared no expense, but that was to be expected for Tommy's status.

The windows were locked and the drawers were filled with the magic-numbing drugs that the

slavers had so kindly given them. Tommy would be left blind, helpless, dependent. And just like

with the other people Eret had purchased, they would show him that Eret could be trusted, loved,

relied on. Tommy wouldn't even miss his magic. Maybe some days, Eret could let him have it, as a

treat.

They really were excited for their son to just come home.

--

"He's absolutely precious." Phil brushed a stray piece of Tommy's hair out of his face, trying his

best to keep his coos at a low volume. His youngest was sleeping, and while Techno had sworn

that the bags under Tommy's eyes had been worse before, they still looked like bruises. He needed

his rest. His boys had laid Tommy on Techno's bed in Dream's apartment and he was swaddled in

the covers, warm and content and safe. Wilbur had already started rearranging the pillows like he

did in his nests and Techno was twitching, trying to hold himself back from joining in.

Phil let the gold he'd draped over his ears clang together, stealing his boys' attention. They stared at

him, happy little rumbles coming out of their chests and Phil almost burst into amused laughter at

how their pupils dilated. They certainly seemed calmer, less tense, since Phil had arrived, but who

knows how they'd react when Tommy inevitably left again.

"Dad," Wilbur grabbed at his arm, a high whine rising in his throat. Techno twitched again. "Dad

come sit with us." Wilbur motioned towards the pile of pillows and blankets he'd meticulously

arranged around Tommy, his pupils still blown to hell. He looked high, if Phil was being honest.

High off his instincts, maybe.

"Shhh Wilbur, you'll wake Tommy," Phil lightly scolded. He let himself get pulled though, settling

on the bed beside Tommy. He wanted to cuddle the kid, wrap his wings around him, but he

couldn't yet. Wasn't sure if Tommy would be comfortable with that. "He needs to sleep." Wilbur

just hummed a bit in response, fluffing another pillow with just a tad too much aggression.

Tommy's eyes flickered open.

"Hi, mate." Phil breathed. Tommy froze for a single second and that was enough time for Techno

to try and put his hand on Tommy's head.

The kid's magic flung itself out in a gust of wind that had Phil struggling to inhale against, his

wings catching the breeze. He tried to tuck them, but he was already being pushed backwards and

thankfully, Techno grabbed him before he slammed into a wall. Wilbur's stress nest was blown

apart, blankets flying everywhere and a pillow hitting Wilbur right in the face. Phil stretched out a

hand at the terror on Tommy's face, but the kid launched himself out the open window.

Just like that, he was gone.

Wilbur peeled the pillow off his face and hurried to the window. He hung himself out of it, head

snapping back and forth as he looked for their youngest. Phil patted at Techno's arm, getting his

son to let go of him. He stepped forward, gently sliding an arm around Wilbur, trying to soak up

the tension. He couldn't blame them- it must have felt a bit like whiplash, having everyone here

and safe, and then suddenly being ripped away from their youngest-

"Sorry," Tommy was perched back on the window, wind blowing into Phil's face. He bounced on

his toes anxiously, and by god, was it rather cute. Now that he was awake, Phil could appreciate

the gremlin energy wafting off this kid. He absolutely couldn't wait for Tommy to come home and

wreck havoc in the castle, make the wind blow and take off that one man's busybody wife's wig.

Phil would pay money to see it, but with Tommy around, he didn't think he had to. "Force of

habit."

Wilbur made a frustrated whine and Phil gently pulled his son away from the open window,

guiding his son back to where Techno was standing far too still. Their heads were far too loud right

now, Phil assumed, and they'd need each other. Wilbur grabbed at Techno- Techno had always had

more control over his instincts because of how loud his voices got, but Wilbur was far more

susceptible to falling into them.

"Quite alright, mate," Phil extended a hand, palm up. He kept himself still, not moving even when

Tommy's wind ruffled against his feathers uncomfortably. He'd need someone to help preen him if

this kept up- he could feel the feathers moving out of place just from the air currents. "I'm sorry

for scaring you. That was my bad. I'm Phil-"

"Hi, your Highness." Tommy shuffled nervously on the window sill again. The sun rose, orange

glow painted across his cheeks and Phil's magic sung .

"Just call me Phil." he kept his hand out, quiet- a silent offer. Tommy's face split into a hesitant

grin just as the light broke the horizon, a backdrop of the second brightest sunlight Phil had ever

seen - second only to Tommy's smile - broke through the windows, shining into the room. Wilbur

made another whine when it glinted off Phil's gold and he felt himself returning Tommy's smile.

"Hi, Phil," Tommy grabbed at his hand, the winds finally calming enough that Tommy had "seen"

where Phil was, and he couldn't help the reaction. Baby bird, the voices cooed, Give him

Minecraft! The red heart necklace on Phil's neck started glowing, burning on his skin as the

blocky, textured tendrils of his magic gently wrapped around Tommy's wrist. The kid could feel

them- he tried to jerk his hand away on instinct, but Phil kept his fingers wrapped around Tommy's

wrist. He was so thin- Phil's palm was almost enough to wrap Tommy's entire wrist. Techno

might've been onto something about feeding the kid. He's on Hardcore, Phil could imagine the

crows in his head cawing at his ear, settling on his shoulder. But you can fix that! "What the hell is

that?"

Right.

"It's my magic, mate," Phil urged the tendrils into Tommy's skin, watching them sink in as the

magic grabbed at the boy's life. Tommy blinked several times, shaking his head in disorientation

as it settled into his bloodstream. When Tommy pitched sideways and stumbled, Phil was ready.

He caught the kid, settling his new son against his chest. "Don't worry, the dizziness will fade."

"The fuck?" Tommy's voice was quiet, words slightly slurred, and Phil lowered them to the

ground. He stroked Tommy's hair, smiling when his son leaned into the contact.

"It's called Minecraft," Phil could feel it pulsing at the back of his head and he opened his control

menu, humming as he added Tommy to the short list of people Phil had Whitelisted to his game.

Tommy Joined the Game flashed across his head. "Remember how Wilbur and Techno could

summon weapons to them?" Tommy nodded. "My magic gives people an internal inventory and

tracks their general health and hunger levels. Wilbur and Techno have that inventory - it's where

they store those weapons. You can store pretty much anything in there, but I'll teach you more

about it later." Tommy was blinking heavily, sensation coming back to him as he twitched his

fingers. By Wilbur and Techno's experience, he should be feeling stronger. Phil started rubbing his

back- Wilbur had gotten extremely nauseous and had puked for about an hour after Phil had given

his magic, so he wasn't taking any chances with this new one. The voices in his head cheered as

they started connecting to Tommy; Phil wondered what Tommy's Chat would sound like. If

Wilbur's were practical, Techno's impulsive, and Phil's just loud - what would Tommy's be? He

couldn't wait to find out. "But the most important part to it is that it gives you the ability to

respawn wherever you last slept if you ever die," Phil hummed as Tommy tried to sit up, grabbing

at Phil's shoulders to aid his shaking legs. "It's something I give to every member of my family."

"...family," Tommy repeated. His wind brushed out weakly and Phil guided Tommy's hands to his

face, letting the kid touch and explore without his magic. "You haven't adopted me yet."

"Yet," Phil grinned. "How are you feeling? It settled into Techno alright, but Wilbur was a bit sick

after."

Tommy blinked, slow and heavy as the words processed. "Yeah, I'm fine, big man," he pitched

forwards and Techno made a concerned noise, stepping forward with Wilbur koala'd onto his arm.

"...'m dizzy." Tommy admitted. Phil hummed and placed the back of his hand onto Tommy's

forehead. Slightly warm- he'd have to keep an eye on it.

"It's alright mate, we'll take care of it. You'll be okay," Phil kissed his son's forehead and tucked

Tommy under his chin. "Tech, mate, go grab a thermometer?"

Techno nodded and entangled himself from Wilbur, the door shutting softly behind him. Wilbur

inserted himself right beside Phil, putting his own hand on Tommy's forehead to feel for himself

the heat radiating off of it.

"I got sick too, Toms," Wilbur took over scratching at Tommy's head. He was clearly too anxious

to keep a purr up, but Phil could see the edge of instincts washed away by all the members of his

family unit being present. "Don't worry about it, we'll take care of you."

"Why'd you-" Tommy coughed a bit and Phil could feel the heat spike from here. "I thought you

people were all about consent?"

"With those magic hunters chasing you, I didn't think it wise to wait," Phil hummed. Techno came

back into the room with a thermometer and another mug of hot chocolate. He passed the stick over

to Phil, hovering worryingly over Tommy. Wilbur made another whine and stood, his pupils blown

again. "Speaking of," Phil grinned as Wilbur started rifling through one of the drawers, tossing

little gold accents out. They hit the floor with little clings , until Wilbur started pulling things and

putting them in a little pile. "I'm going to need a full account of your experience with them to make

it easier for us to arrest them."

Wilbur hurried back over to Tommy, humming as he wrapped necklace after necklace around

Tommy's neck. Tommy raised a hand with furrowed eyebrows, mouth open to ask, but Wilbur just

took that as an invitation to grab Tommy's wrist with gentle fingers, pushing gold bracelets down

his arm. Phil chuckled, burying his laughs in Tommy's head. Tommy smelled like Techno's soap.

"Piglins, mate," Phil shrugged helplessly as Wilbur started stringing necklaces over his neck too.

"You get used to it." Wilbur started pushing rings onto Tommy's fingers. Phil sighed as Techno

hovered a little more, his pupils dilating as he watched his littermate cover their pack in gold.

"Eventually." Phil grinned at Tommy, sticking the thermometer in Tommy's mouth.

"I hope Ponk likes stockings." Phil mused. Techno jolted at that, his attention coming back to

Phil's words.

"Heh?"

Chapter End Notes

I want to have another nap

Cuddles

Chapter Summary

Cuddles.

Chapter Notes

Shorter chapter today, just some fluff

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Clink.

Wilbur flicked his ear.

Clink.

"You know, Tommy-"

Clink.

He put a finger up, opening and closing his mouth as Tommy plucked another ring off his finger.

Clink.

The little band bounced off the wall from where Tommy threw it, clattering on the floor. It slid

until it hit the carpet and it was much closer to Wilbur's feet now. Something in him pushed for

Wilbur to pick it up and put it back on, but-

Clink.

Wilbur winced. After he'd given into the impulse to cover his pack with gold, he'd forced them

both down for a cuddle. And while the cuddle itself wasn't bad, Tommy was dizzy and disoriented

and had fought being snuggled with. He'd kicked and yelled, and Wilbur both hadn't let go and

hadn't asked to begin with.

Clink.

He needed to apologize.

Clink.

"You have a problem with rings," Tommy grumbled. He seemed annoyed but not traumatized, and

if he was still willing to speak to Wilbur after what'd happened, that was a success in Wilbur's

book. He really shouldn't have done that, not when Tommy was still so jumpy. "You put like

twenty of them on me." Tommy twisted the last ring on his left hand, clicking his tongue. He

plucked it off and chucked it with a little more... er, vigor than he had at the previous ones.

Clink.

"It's uhh- a piglin thing," Wilbur twisted his hands nervously. It was real surprising that Tommy

was even talking to him, talking to any of them. He started messing with the rings on his right

hand, the pile of necklaces Wilbur had forced on him clanking together. He winced again, rubbing

the back of his neck. "We- Techno and I- are really protective over our family, piglins live in

packs, and their young are guarded fiercely. We also really like gold. Not sure why piglins love

gold, honestly, but they hoard it. So-"

"So family plus gold makes your brains go brrrrr~" Tommy rolled the r and Wilbur blinked at his

little brother.

"Er, yes." Wilbur watched as Tommy started plucking more rings off his hand. He looked up, not

quite high enough to reach Wilbur's face, and gave his best attempt at a scowl. Wilbur would give

him points for it - he was trying - but Wilbur could see the apprehension and fear in Tommy's

expression. Wilbur's gut twisted terribly at the idea that Tommy might be afraid of him and the

back of his head wailed .

"Well, you put these on me," Tommy ducked his head and grumbled. "So you can come help me

take them off."

Oh.

Oh.

Tommy wasn't afraid of Wilbur, he was afraid of asking for help. Wilbur made a humming noise,

tilted and peppered with his happiness. Wasn't quite a purr, but Tommy relaxed at it anyway. He

took Tommy's wrist with gentle fingers, sliding the rings off. He really had gone all in on the

overkill, huh. Tommy swallowed hard enough that Wilbur could hear it. Maybe he was nervous?

Tell him a story . Wilbur's chat whispered. A story? Wilbur could do that.

"So Phil brought some of his staff with him," Wilbur let his voice take on the almost musical lilt it

did every time he told a story to a child. Make him laugh. Chat demanded. He would. "Sam and

Ponk. They've been with us for so long that they're basically old friends, but they work for Phil

back at the castle. Ponk's really cool, he's got glowy magic hands and he can heal people. He's also

really good with a spatula - maybe better than Techno - but don't tell Techno I said that," Tommy

giggled and Wilbur preened at the silent praise. "Sam's an expert with redstone and building. He's

going to be making your communicator and he's in charge of all updates to the castle for your

arrival."

"Updates?" Tommy had relaxed now. Wilbur's instincts were practically throwing a party in the

back of his head. He hummed in response, reaching out to Tommy's neck and pulling the necklaces

off. Tommy's ears were unpierced. Lucky. Or not, depending on how you looked at it. Techno's

favourite gifts were earring jewelry, so Wilbur would try to get Tommy to agree to have his ears

pierced. It would make Techno happy, to have another person to make earrings for.

"Yeah," Wilbur gently bumped his nose into Tommy's, thumb brushing over Tommy's earlobe to

see how many piercings they could reasonably do. "They're putting braille all over the castle so

you can touch the walls and read where you are. I think Sam is also putting an AI system into the

castle too- one where if you talk to her, she'll respond? She'll have directions and everything for

you in case you get lost and she'd be able to tell you what doors lead where. They're also hunting

down a copy of every book in braille or finding a document of it, so Sam's been experimenting with

storage capabilities so he can fit an entire library's worth of books into a tablet or something."

"I don't know how to read braille." Tommy had small earlobes. Wilbur would guess two piercings

before he'd have to move up the cartilage. From past experience, as long as Tommy wore at least

one pair of Techno's earrings, it would be enough. But, if Tommy did go up his cartilage, Techno

might just have a field day.

"Techno's learning. He's pretty good, not perfect, but he can teach you," Wilbur pulled the last of

the necklaces off. There was a distorted humming in the back of his head, a push to just put at least

one piece of gold onto Tommy, but he refrained. For now. A whine rose in his throat and Wilbur

swallowed it. "Anyway, Sam and Ponk placed bets on whether it was going to be me or Techno

who snapped and put you in gold first, and uhh," Wilbur rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

As he listened, Tommy absently reached out for Wilbur's hand. He manipulated the fingers,

playing with the knuckles. Wilbur grinned at it- Techno really did need to get him some fidget

toys, but Wilbur felt an odd amount of pride at being Tommy's fidget focus. "Well, I did, so Sam

won and now Ponk has to wear a catboy maid outfit for twenty four hours." Tommy tipped his

head back and laughed . "Knowing Sam," Wilbur couldn't help the happy purr that bubbled up

from his chest. "He'll make Ponk wear it on a day where he has to be in front of other people, but

Ponk is pretty shameless, so he'll probably just nyah at onlookers and pass on second-hand

embarrassment."

"He sounds funny," Tommy giggled. Giggled. Wilbur grinned. "I like him."

"You will," Wilbur hesitated. "Look, Tommy, I'm sorry-" Tommy hummed and kept playing with

Wilbur's fingers. He traced the tips of Wilbur's nails and for a moment there, Wilbur was worried

that he was going to cut himself on the sharp points.

"You couldn't help it," Tommy shrugged. "Phil said it was your instincts that made you act like

that."

"Still doesn't excuse it. I should have better control."

"You don't get mad at me when I can't control my fidgeting."

"That's different-"

"Is it?" Tommy jerked his head up and this time, he was looking a little closer to Wilbur's face. His

face was hard, a determined set to his jaw- "Doesn't seem different to me." he pushed at Wilbur's

fingers a little more aggressively, pulling them together and apart again.

Baby baby baby , Wilbur's head pushed. He sighed and gently rested his hand on Tommy's

shoulder. "Can I-" he went to ask, but Tommy was already nodding. Wilbur guided Tommy into

his lap, tucking Tommy under his chin. He kept his hand where it was so Tommy could keep

playing with it, but the allotted cuddle made the purr rise in his chest, steady and strong. Tommy

huffed and leaned back against Wilbur's chest, getting a better feel for the purr's rumble. Wilbur

rested his chin on Tommy's head, peering down as Tommy pulled his fingers apart again, tracing

the callouses from his guitar's strings that littered Wilbur's fingertips.

Techno was going to be so jealous.

Debate the Definition of Defenestration

" Nyah ," Tommy really, really and truly, had no fucking idea how this man managed to evoke the

feeling of a cat, even without the maid outfit he'd been told would follow. Something about his

voice- god, Wilbur had said that this one was shameless, but Tommy didn't think it would be like

this . "I am Ponk, future Highness!"

Tommy shrunk back from the title, humming nervously. The curtains lashed about the room as his

magic reacted, pushing against the two new figures Tommy had just been introduced to.

"Just Tommy, big man," the second figure was still quiet but Tommy could smell smoke off him. It

didn't smell like a cigarette though- it was more woodsy, like foresty gunpowder. Strange. "Uh-

what's the smoke?"

"Oh," the second person spoke- his voice was deeper, more serious almost. The smoke smell

started lifting, but it was still there. It reminded Tommy a little too much of the last brush he'd had

with the fire mage - tommypog champinnit - so he was quick to hurry the smell out the open

window. The voices - Phil had called them Chat - were apparently going to start harassing him

now, but they hadn't actually said anything bad. Just cheered him on, really. They kept using

derivatives of pog and champ and they had promised to help him. Tommy wasn't sure if that was

good or not. "Sorry about that. I'm a creeper hybrid, so I start smoking when I get-" Sam hesitated.

"Emotional."

Tommy shifted. He was distracted enough with the whispers of Sampog Ponkpog you can trust

them in the back of his head that he jolted when a hand gently laid on his shoulder.

Techno Techno Techno! the voices said.

"Tommy," it was Techno. Tommy relaxed, leaning back into the touch. "One of us can stay here if

you want. I promise you that Sam and Ponk are safe- they would never hurt you. Dream will live if

one of us stays here instead of going to the meeting." he sounded concerned. Tommy wriggled

under the weight of it. He did want one of them to stay- he didn't like the idea of being left alone

with strangers, even if Techno trusted them. But this meeting was important. Tommy didn't

deserve to keep them back from it- he didn't want to be a nuisance.

Not a nuisance! the voices argued. You are worthy of everything!

He wasn't, but alright voices. Whatever you say.

"No, it's okay," Tommy lied through his teeth, pushing the now louder yells of the voices back.

"I'm- this meeting is important. It's about the magic hunters, right? You all have to be there."

Tommy fiddled with the little cube he'd been given. Techno was right, it had a bunch of sides and

buttons and switches- Tommy's favourite part was a little oval dip on one of the sides that was

softer than the rest of the cube. It was so comforting , even when the softness was only felt on his

thumb.

"You're more important than a meeting, mate," Tommy jolted again at Phil's voice. Tommy wasn't

stupid - he could tell how uncomfortable the wind blowing at Phil made him. He was pretty sure it

had something to do with his feathers being ruffled out of place? Tommy wasn't sure. "One of us,

or all of us, can stay if you want. We can always just have Dream call us on our coms."

It does make him uncomfortable, the voices purred. When you push with the wind, push with his

feathers and not against them. It moves them out of place.

"Okay, thank you." Tommy mumbled under his breath.

"Sorry mate, didn't quite catch that." Phil said. Tommy shook his head, tapping his fingers on his

leg to the beat of the You're welcome s that invaded his head.

"Uhm, it's okay. Thank you though," Tommy blinked, trying to tune them out. "I'll be okay with

Sam and Ponk." He was still feeling a little dizzy- they had made him promise to not go off on his

own. His magic was flashing in and out as it got used to being around Phil's. Supposedly Tommy

was the first person Phil had used Minecraft on who already had magic of his own, so they were on

the lookout for any strange side effects. But Ponk had already given them the all-clear.

"If you're sure," Phil hummed. A hand pressed against his cheek and Tommy knew that the long

fingers were Phil's. He leaned a bit into the contact, trying to imagine what Phil's smile looked

like. "Tell Sam and Ponk if anything... strange happens, alright?"

It sounded like Phil was expecting something strange to happen. Tommy furrowed his eyebrows,

jolting a bit when the voices in his head went completely silent.

"Strange like what?"

Strange like us.

"Well," Phil hesitated and Tommy flipped his cube around, thumbs smacking into the buttons. He

really liked this one but Techno had promised to find others- a bendy one? Tommy was excited for

a bendy one. He grit his teeth together and wondered what other kinds of... fidget toys there were.

"All of us hear voices, mate. We're pretty sure they're from the magic. You shouldn't be hearing

them for a week or two, but just in case." Phil brushed some of his curls behind his ear and

Tommy tried to look up where Phil's face should be. He experimentally sent a light brush of wind

towards where his head was angled and blinked when he didn't feel anything. Phil was shorter than

he thought.

Dadza loves you , the voices whispered. Tell him! Don't tell him. An argument broke out in his

head and Tommy took a breath, pushing them back again. He'd have to ask how the others dealt

with it, but- later.

"Okay," Tommy mumbled. "I will. You go do your- your old man things." Phil chuckled at that,

brushing more of Tommy's hair out of his face. He wasn't sure why the man was bothering;

wasn't like Tommy's hair could actually impact his vision or anything.

There are other fidget toys! Another voice piped up. If you like chewing, there are ones for you to

bite on. You can have them as necklaces or just in your hands. You're also clenching your jaw.

Tommy stopped clenching his jaw, rubbing at it with the back of his hand as an ache grew.

"If it were anyone else calling me an old man, they'd be dead," Phil mused. Tommy froze when

Phil kissed his forehead before stepping away. He could feel the wind wrapping around Phil's hand

as he waved, frozen anxiety settling in his stomach. Tommy could hear every beat of his heart in

his ears, thumping the voices out. "We'll see you later. Tell Sam and Ponk if you need anything."

The door closed and Tommy felt like he could breathe again.

Dadza loves you! The voices yelled. He is not angry!

"You're sure?" Tommy kept his response soft enough that Sam and Ponk didn't hear it, flipping

his cube around again and rubbing his thumb on the soft spot.

Yes. They tried to make the same purr noise Wilbur and Techno did, but it was off. Too high, not

rumbly enough, and there were several different attempts across all the voices. One sounded very

much like an old car engine, and Tommy giggled at their attempts. They were funny, if not

accurate. He felt better already, warmth spreading from where Phil had kissed his forehead. Maybe

it wouldn't be so bad to go home with Phil.

Found family is my favourite trope! The voices cheered. Tommy turned to Sam and Ponk's

direction, but when he heard a subtle throat clearing, he fixed his position. He'd been too far left.

Whoops.

Sam is going to ask if you need any help getting around.

"Do you need, um-" Tommy could hear Sam's clothes shuffle as he moved, his voice a bit

muffled. He tilted his head, pushing a light breeze towards it. There was something on Sam's face

and unlike Dream's mask, there weren't any hidden pockets between it and Sam's face.

"No," Tommy said. He wondered- It's a mask! He produces spores when he exhales that are

harmful for other people to breathe in, so the mask filters the bad out! "Oh, a spore filter?"

Tommy distantly felt Ponk's head snap up. Yes! "No, I don't need any help getting around. I can

feel my way with the wind." Tommy shuffled along the room, breezes blowing to life under his

fingers.

Awesamdad go brrr-

Wrong fic, you idiot, we're not even in that universe.

4/4 SBI supremacy!

"You can hear the voices," Ponk came a little closer and Tommy shied away. He quite liked it

when Ponk stayed on his side of the room, thank you. Tommy liked this side and they could have

that side. "Can't you?"

"...yeah." Tommy almost dropped his cube, his magic throwing it back into the air. He found it

midair, catching it and flipping it around to flick the switch back and forth.

"Cool. What are they saying?" Ponk, thankfully, backed off. Tommy heard a shuffle and a thump-

he flung a breeze out and found Ponk's figure to be a third of its original size. Either the man sat or

he had size-shrinking magic that Phil had neglected to mention.

"Uh, they said what Sam was going to ask, they told me about different kinds of fidget toys-"

Hummina hummina hummina- "They're not bad." Tommy flicked his switch a little more

aggressively, trying to get the buzzing energy out of his chest before he did something he'd regret.

Like going out a window.

Defenestration pog.

Does it count as defenestration if you're throwing yourself out of a window?

Defenestration is the act of throwing someone out a window, it does not specify it must be someone

else .

"As long as they're not bothering you," a pause. "Wanna watch a movie? I know a good one."

"...I can't watch a movie."

"Why not- oh. "

Sam slapped his palm into his forehead, a gesture done with such familiarity that Tommy had the

distinct impression that it happened quite often around Ponk.

Lmao.

--

The man in front of them was gagged. Ropes tied him to the chair behind him, pulling his wrists

together. He'd tried some fancy tricks to get out of them, but Techno had taken anything he could

have used. They'd zip tied his wrists to the legs of the chair, enough that his shoulders must have

been aching with the strain. His white hoodie was discarded to the side of the cell, half dried blood

splatters ruining the fabric. The golden chain he had worn on his neck was dangling teasingly from

Dream's fingers.

Dream and Phil were still seated, Dream's head propped up on one hand while his other played

with the chain, one leg crossed on his other knee. The picture of casual nonchalance. Phil couldn't

quite share his ability to look so calm. He was far from it, and he knew his wings were giving him

away. His eyes burned, and he wasn't sure that he had blinked in a few moments.

Phil raised a finger and Sapnap ripped the gag off the man's mouth. He smacked his lips together,

ungluing his tongue from the roof of his mouth. Phil stared him down, taking some sick

satisfaction in how the man shied away from his glare. He almost reacted the same as Tommy,

but-

Tommy pushed into the cheek caress he'd given the boy before he'd left, had leaned into Phil's

little forehead kiss to his tiniest bird. As much as Tommy shied away in fear, he also pushed back

into any touch. Phil knew the effects of abuse and loneliness- Tommy wanted touch, wanted hugs,

even as much as they made him afraid. Imagining his baby bird was enough for some of the

tension to leech from Phil's shoulders, his boys a steady presence at his sides. Techno at his right

and Wilbur on his left. As much as Phil missed Tommy, he was glad the kid wasn't here to see

this.

"I'm a mercenary," the man narrowed his eyes at them, flickering between Dream and Phil, as

though he was unsure of who to focus on. Who he was making a deal with. He settled on Dream,

and Phil almost chuckled at the man's intelligence. He had been caught scaling the apartment

walls- he'd been taken down by Techno while Wilbur was in the midst of his instinct-fueled

Tommy cuddle. The men that this one had been with fled the scene. They'd managed to snag a few

of them, but they'd crushed something in their teeth and were dropping of cyanide poisoning. This

one, however, hadn't had the same out. "I answer to the highest bidder." Both an offer and a

warning, then.

"Three totems of undying, three hundred thousand dollars, and an enchanted netherite weapon of

your choosing." Dream shuffled, moving his leg and spinning the chain around one finger. He

looked disinterested, but Phil knew better. He saw the moment the man's eyes widened, and he

knew they had him. Totems of undying were priceless , after all.

"Deal," the man breathed. He grinned through bloodstained teeth, courtesy of Techno. "Name's

Punz. Think you could untie me?"

Phil stayed silent, letting Dream take the lead. He flicked his fingers and Sapnap burned the edges

of the rope until they snapped, keeping the flames dancing at the tips of his fingers.

"Who were you working for?"

"Sovereign Eret. Monarch of Amasius."

"I'm familiar. What were you being paid to do?"

"Essempee is the trading home for magic slavers, your Highness. I used to work for them- hunting

people down, I'm sure you know how it is-"

"If I were to keep you in my payroll, would you point out the locations of their bases so they can be

removed from my country?"

"Gladly."

"Excellent. Keep talking- what was Eret having you do?"

"That one kid- Tommy, I think his name was, was caught by the slavers. Eret would go every so

often and buy guards for their castle and they liked Tommy, so they bought him. They started

thinking of him like a son-" Phil growled. "-and they didn't like that the Empire was getting

involved with Tommy, so they hired me to hunt the kid down and bring him back."

"They wanted him as a son ?"

"Well, they always said as a son- but really, it was more of a pet. They had all kinds of chains and

magic blockers... let's just say it wouldn't have been a kind environment."

"And you'd just be okay with putting a kid there?" Wilbur stepped forward, a snarl on his lips, but

Phil flung a hand out in a silent reminder for his son to back down.

"Money is money," Punz shrugged. "Not my problem."

Dream uncrossed his legs, leaning forward. One eye shone from under his mask, the acidic green

pinning Phil in place.

"You're going to point out where Eret's castle is," he said, slowly, like he was almost afraid of

being misunderstood. "And then you're going to point out where these... magic slavers are in my

country. You understand?"

Punz shrunk back and nodded. Phil let out a dark chuckle, brushing his wings against both his

boys. There was just one missing, but after they'd helped Dream clean up this little mess-

They could go home.

Bitchblade or Brotherblade? Chat must Decide

"Okay, okay, are we straight?"

"...put the left one up a little higher."

Tommy's ear was wiped again with a cold, wet cloth, before another poke of a sharpie was

marking a dot on his face.

"How about now?"

Sam hesitated and Tommy heard him walking away, getting a better distance to see. "Good."

"Alright!" Ponk cheered. He tiled Tommy's head back down, a metal scraping sound coming from

the table beside the chair he'd been seated on. "You sure you want to go ahead with this, Tommy?

You don't have to. We can stop at any time."

"I'm sure," Tommy gently traced his ears. Supposedly Ponk would heal the piercings after they

went in so he didn't have to take care of them or anything. "I can't see it anyway, so it doesn't

bother me if it's there or not. And you said Techno would really like it if I got my ears pierced."

"Yeah, he would," Ponk tilted his head again as Sam walked closer, grabbing the twin metal thing

from the table and setting it up against Tommy's other ear. "But you don't have to do this just for

Techno, you know. Even if you can't see it, it's still your body." the metal was cold as it got

pressed up against his ear lobes. Supposedly they were using surgical grade titanium metal to

pierce the ears, then Ponk would heal the edges, and then they'd put in some gold earrings from

Techno's stash.

"I like the idea of the earrings." Tommy admitted. He fidgeted a bit, spinning his cube and

smacking at the buttons. He wanted the earrings- wanted the connection to Techno. Apparently the

piglin twins loved gold, but Tommy already knew that- Techno had a particular fondness for

earrings . According to Sam, Techno would spend hours meticulously crafting earrings inlaid with

precious jewels for Wilbur and Phil to wear. Tommy wanted the same connection to Techno that

the others got.

You would still have a connection to Techno even if you don't get your ears pierced!

Go up your cartilage! Techno'll have a field day with that.

Tommy hummed as Chat well... chatted. They were right- well, probably. Tommy wasn't quite

convinced yet, but he supposed he'd just let them talk. He still wanted it- wanted to know Techno

loved him enough to spend hours pushing and pulling little strands of gold together. Even if

Tommy couldn't see the jewelry, he knew that the weight would be a comforting reminder.

"Okay Toms," Ponk put a hand on his shoulder. "We're going to do it on the count of three. You

still sure?"

"Yeah."

"'Kay. Try not to move, alright?" at Tommy's confirming hum, the two cold spikes of metal were

laid on his ears. "One, two, three." Tommy didn't jump when they sliced through his ears. It was a

sharp, piercing pain, but nothing he couldn't handle. He'd been through worse- hell, he'd had

worse that week . It throbbed lightly through his ear and Tommy twisted his cube around again,

searching for the soft spot to rub his thumb on.

Good job! Chat cheered. So brave!

"Thanks Chat." Tommy mumbled. Sam and Ponk left his side, clinking following as they set the

piercing things back on the table. Ponk let Tommy hold one before they did his ears, let him

explore all the little nooks and crannies of the thing. It was heavier than Tommy had expected. His

ears felt a little strange and there was weight on them that hadn't been there before.

"Good job," Sam had a deep voice. It was almost as soothing as Techno's, Tommy thought.

"Ponk?"

"Yup!" more rustling, and then Ponk's hands were by his right ear. "This'll just feel a bit warm and

itchy, okay?" Tommy nodded and itchy warmth poked at his ears, the throbbing going away as the

warmth took its place.

Ponk is healing!

Uh, guys-

Ponk pog!

Techno can smell Tommy's blood-

POGCHAMP!

He's-

The door smashed, wind blowing into the room as it crashed into the opposing wall and bounced

off. Tommy jolted, fear flooding his veins as heavy footsteps rounded the corner and hurled

themselves towards them. He ignored Ponk's startled yell, summoning the wind to his fingertips. It

whirled around the room, the little piercing things getting flung up and carried in his breeze.

Tornadoes were ridiculously easy- Tommy didn't even have to focus on making the wind swirl.

Just put enough hot air up top, enough cold air down below, and smash them together.

Wait wait wait that's Techno!

He focused in on the enemies. Three of them- the tallest was broad , long hair- two lumps in front

of his mouth.

"Tommy?" Chuf -chuf -chuf .

Tommy relaxed, letting his magic flow like water in an open hand, the winds slowly calming. He

gently brought the piercing guns to the floor- gosh, he hoped he hadn't broken them. Would he be

in trouble if they were broken? His fidget toy was gone too. Techno had just given him that, and

Tommy was useless enough that he'd already lost it.

It's over by the couch!

We can guide- op.

Brotherblade's got it!

Brotherblade, lmao

"Tommy," Techno was in front of him, all soothing rumbles and a tone that was not angry. Tommy

melted, stepping forwards and trying not to collapse from the adrenaline rush. Techno caught him

easily, arms slipping under Tommy's armpits and lifting him into stronger arms. He tried to bite

back a whimper, sucking in the comfort, even if he didn't deserve it. "I smelled blood- are you

hurt? What-"

One of Techno's hands brushed his ear as it had reached to pet his hair and Techno froze. He

leaned down, pulling Tommy away from his chest and tilting his head to get a better look at his

ears. Tommy frowned- he wanted snuggles and he wanted them right now.

"Bitch." Tommy decided.

Gettem!!

Bitchblade go brrr

"You pierced your ears," Techno was purring again. Gently, he tugged at the titanium metal in

Tommy's ears, his hand leaving Tommy's head. Muffled jangling noises turned into harder ones.

Bringing something out of his pocket? There was warm metal pressed to his ears- warm from being

in Techno's pocket, warm from just being in the same area as Techno was. His hands returned to

Tommy's ears as the new jewelry was pressed into the piercings, something clicking on the back

as they were secured in. Experimentally, Tommy shook his head, feeling the weight of whatever

was put in as it dragged on his earlobes a bit. Heavier than the other studs. He shook his head

again, hearing it jangle. Metal brushed against his jaw- longer, too. "Is this okay?"

Tommy nodded and pressed into Techno's chest again. Techno kept the purr up, louder and

Tommy pressed his ear to Techno's collarbone, trying to hear the sound better. The metal in his

ears pressed against the silky material of Techno's shirt.

Awwww, farming awwes

"Are you um-" Techno coughed, throat stumbling over the purr. "Are you going to get more

piercings?" he sounded hopeful and Tommy couldn't bear to disappoint him.

"Yeah," he let Techno gather him into his arms, carrying him over to the couch for a proper

Techno cuddle. "I'm gonna- I'm gonna get another piercing on my earlobes," Techno gently

headbutted him, rubbing his cheek on the top of Tommy's head. "And then I think I want at least

one on the cartilage. Maybe two."

"The cartilage?" Tommy could feel Techno's grin on his head. "Ah, that's-" Techno tried to hide

how his hands shook from excitement, but Tommy had already felt them. The purr had also

increased in volume and now it shook Techno's entire chest. "That's great."

They're so cute! :D

PerkyWombat, you wholesome motherfucker.

--

Sam smiled at the scene before him. Wilbur had tackled both Tommy and Techno after Techno had

put the long, intricate earrings in, hovering and pushing them both towards a pile of hastily put

together blankets and pillows on the floor. After he'd gotten his littermates situated, Wilbur had

forced Phil down with them, his dark wings covering all three members of his family.

Sam had worked for Phil for a long time- longer than most people. He had been there when Phil

had adopted Techno and Wilbur and now he was here for Phil's final son. They weren't summoned

here with their King to babysit the youngest Prince, though, so for now, Sam left the room, gently

closing the door behind Ponk and blocking out the sounds of muffled purring coming from the

room. They deserved a break.

His face grew colder as he strode away from the room, back down the hallway and to the stairs.

Not the elevator- Sam knew better than most how damn easily things like those could be hacked

for a quick kill. Sam adjusted his trident on his back. He'd checked on the plane ride here- the

blades were perfectly sharpened. Perfectly sharpened to slice their way through a meddling

Sovereign's throat.

People never looked past Sam's redstone experience or past Ponk's cheerful demeanor to recognize

that Phil only brought them along on missions when he wanted someone dead. Ponk hummed a

cheery tune as they descended the stairs, waiting to meet Dream on the first floor. The sound his

boots made changed as the poisoned spikes rose from the soles, clanking against the ground. When

he needed to kick, they'd all go back into the boot and engage the middle spike- thinner and filled

with the poison. Perfect for injection.

Dream was leaning against the stairwell door when they walked through, nodding in approval at

the blades Ponk twirled between his fingers, his mask pulled up around his face. Sapnap was

similarly outfitted, fireproof gloves along his hands and combat boots tucked into heavy cargo

pants.

"Ready to go?" it was a useless question but Sam nodded anyway. "Plan is to go in guns blazing. I

don't want to be subtle , I want them to know exactly who they've pissed off," Dream twirled his

cape behind him like the dramatic bitch he was as he peeled off the way, heading out to where a

helicopter was spinning its blades out in the field. "Kill anyone working for them on sight. We'll

capture the higher-ups and find out where the rest of them are hiding, but everyone else- dead."

"You're not giving them a trial?" Sam sounded disinterested. Maybe he should have cared more,

but- "Not very democratic of you." Tommy had flinched from them for a solid two hours before

he'd crawled over and let them come within three feet of him. Sam was angry .

"I'm a king," Dream laughed humourlessly. "I can do whatever I want."

Quackity grinned from inside the helicopter's cockpit. His mussed hair and red cheeks told Sam

that he definitely hadn't been snogging Karl before they came over. Karl coughing into a fist. His

hair was a mess, but- it always kind of looked messy, so Sam couldn't fault him for that.

"What do you want us to do with any prisoners we find there?" Sam fiddled with the dart guns

attached to his arms. Tranquilizers and pure nicotine injections alike- depends if he was fighting a

panicked person with strong magic or a guard.

"George and Bad went ahead- they set up a temporary relief tent. Medical supplies and all that. It's

around the corner, we have the entire grid of that part of the city closed off and shut down. Send

them that way and tell them that they'll be under my protection and we'll get them sorted so they

can live their lives." Sam nodded at Dream's answer, his words growing louder the closer they

grew to the helicopter.

Sam sighed at the blooming purple bruise on Karl's neck.

At least Dream was taking this seriously.

If I can't win this fight-

An arrow tip whizzed at Tommy's head and he brought his hand up, flicking it away with his

fingers. The winds in the training room were still- but enough of Tommy's movement could

generate enough flow to make it worth his while.

He danced, popping off one shot to dodge another, spinning around an attempted shot. Guns were

actually quite easy to deal with- they were loud as hell, even with a silencer, first of all. Another

gunshot cracked through the air and Tommy gently took the air breezes, shuffling them all to the

side. They were also ridiculously easy to knock off target. Tommy had had a lot of practice, after

all, and while you couldn't just blast a pillar of wind at a bullet - it would not stop and Tommy had

to learn that the hard way - but subtle shoves along the sides of the bullet itself would knock it far

enough off course that it could look like he dodged. Of course, this was all dependent on him

noticing the bullet's position after it was fired- that was the hard part.

Another bullet whizzed by and Tommy tapped the side of the casing, letting his muscle memory of

dodging gunshots take over. He heard the chairs over by the side of the room creak as either

Techno or Wilbur shifted. Tommy wasn't sure which one of them it was, or could be; Techno was

certainly heavier and could make the chairs creak more, but Wilbur had sat weirdly on his and

latched on with a death grip, half falling out of it every time anything sharp or pointy came

anywhere near Tommy. Could be either of them, really.

His earrings whipped around, tickling his neck, and Tommy wondered how gold could possibly

feel so soft.

" Engaging Phase Four ." the robot that had been - supervising? - his training spoke, its grating

voice harsh on Tommy's poor ears. He twitched his ear as the sound of scraping metal filled the

room, next with the distinctive sound of rounds being fed through a sentry machine gun's chamber.

"Stop." Techno stood, Tommy knew he stood, as he spoke. But the robot wasn't bound to

Techno's commands, it was bound to Tommy's.

He was already running, feet skidding across the floor as the spray of bullets followed his trail. He

could hear them ricocheting across the walls and Tommy jumped the last few feet, diving behind

the concrete half wall he'd kicked on his way in, when Techno and Wilbur had said something

about testing his magic. He hoped they'd found some kind of shelter- there were a lot more rounds

than he'd expected. He could hear them both yelling over the bullets popping out of the sentries,

though- so they were both alive. Probably.

Tommy's hands grappled along the floor, searching for what he'd kicked over here earlier-

There.

His hands clenched around the handle of the fans. They were covered in some kind of metal- when

Techno had explained the different kinds of weapons they had in Dream's apartment, guiding his

hands along them so he didn't cut himself, Tommy was pretty sure that he'd called the fans a

tessen . Whatever they were called-

Tommy stood, flicking the fans open and grinned at how the wind moved . This would be much

easier- he didn't need to create the movement, he just needed to multiply it. The sentry machine

guns recognized him with a small beep, their barrels shifting with a shrieking groan of metal.

Tommy heard the door to the room slam open, more panicked yelling following as the sentries

finished shifting, barrels trained on him.

Tommy spun and the guns fired. The winds generated from the fans kicked at the bullets.

Tommy's ears rung as the bullets shrieked, spinning around him and leaving trails of heat in their

wake. He kept spinning as the machine guns chugged, chains of rounds leading up to the sentries

slowing down until-

Click click click-

And they were done. He flipped the fans in his hands, snapping them closed and stepping away

from the half wall.

"Tommy?" Wilbur sounded scared. Tommy thought he did anyway- he wasn't great at discerning

tone without being able to see their stupid faces. And Tommy was very sure Wilbur had a stupid

face. Maybe Techno didn't have a stupid face and Phil was basically a god, so his face had to be

very nice and very not stupid .

"Hm?" Tommy picked his way around the bullets. He pushed at the ground, shoving them away-

he knew from experience that they'd be hot as hell, especially after the second half of the shoot-

out. He'd been shot before with a tired gun and the bullet had cauterized the wound as it had made

it, which had been an absolute pain in the ass to try and heal.

"How'd you-"

Tommy waved his hand at the sentries. "They're sentry machine guns, yeah? They have a chain

thingy with the bullets," Tommy skipped around the bullets littered on the ground, watching his

shoes. He didn't want to wreck them quite yet, but the bullets were so small on the ground that it

was hard to feel them. He went to take a step, feeling the hot metal under his sole and brought his

foot back. He could just- but he had help now. "Could..." an encouraging chuf -chuf -chuf from

Wilbur. "Could one of you come get me? I can't feel the bullets very well and they're too hot to

step on."

"Of course," Techno rumbled and Tommy heard the metal clink as Techno probably tried to kick

them. "I'm coming up on your left."

"Okay," Tommy hummed. He stood where he was, listening for the sounds of Techno shuffling

through the floor. The sentries had finally stopped- Tommy hadn't told them to stop so he

supposed that someone had hit an emergency off switch. "Anyway, they have these chain thingies

with their bullets, and they clink when they fire. I just... listened for when they were getting

empty."

"You just-" Wilbur cut himself off with a laugh and Techno's hand came down heavy on Tommy's

shoulder. He tried not to jolt, but judging by how Techno's fingers tightened on him, he didn't

think he succeeded. "You just listened through the machine gun fire?"

"You're using the tessen." Techno lifted one of Tommy's hands, where he was still clenching

down on the fans. Did Techno not want him to have the fans? Tommy let them go and they

clattered to the floor. "No, Tommy-" Techno sighed and bent. They scraped against the floor as

Techno picked them back up, handing them over again. So... Techno did want him to have the

fans? "You can keep them, Tommy. I'll work on making you a different set, though."

"Oh," Tommy let the fans droop, running his hands over the metal. "Are these ones too expensi-

oh." Tommy flailed a bit as he was swept up into Techno's arms. He'd been carried by Wilbur

before, but a Techno carry was different. A Wilbur carry was soft and comforting, like an older

brother singing a toddler to sleep- a Techno carry completely enveloped him and Tommy couldn't

hear or smell the world outside Techno. His chest rumbled and Tommy brought the fans to his lap.

This was- this was fine. Absolutely fine.

Tommy was not nervous, fuck off Chat.

"I'll make you a better set," Techno nosed at his face again, tusks pressing against Tommy's

forehead. He wasn't sure why Techno and Wilbur would headbutt him like that, but judging by the

purring erupting in Techno's chest and echoed by Wilbur, it was a good thing. Tommy would take

it. "With lighter materials and stronger metal and with the Empire's crest instead of Dream's stupid

smiley face." Tommy stuck his tongue out.

"Ewwww," he flung one of the fans away from him, grinning as it clattered on the floor again.

"Are they- wait, what's Dream's colour again?"

"Dream is always in green." Green like grass. Green like emeralds. Green like poison in movies.

Tommy couldn't forget.

"Boo!" Tommy jeered and threw the other fan, laughing louder when this one hit the ground and

skidded, sending stray bullets careening across the ground. Techno laughed, holding him closer,

and when they approached Wilbur, he bumped his forehead against Tommy's.

"That was really cool though," Wilbur pulled away. "Seriously. I thought I'd seen it all, couldn't be

amazed anymore- you just blew it out of the water."

Water. Blue like Tommy's eyes. Tommy didn't want to forget.

"Thanks," he ignored the rolling nausea in his stomach, just clinging to Techno harder when he

tried to put him down. Techno huffed a laugh and Wilbur opened the room to the training facility.

"I'm a big man!"

"The biggest." Techno rumbled.

--

The man screamed when he was set on fire. Dream was used to it at this point- Sapnap was quite

the firecracker, and as a magic user himself, he took personal offence to this transgression. Not that

Dream didn't. These idiots set up base in his city and they really thought that he wouldn't notice,

and that they'd have the means to escape when he did.

He picked at his nails as the man on fire tried to put himself out, his ugly suit trapping him as the

fabric smoldered, leaving behind black patches of charred skin. Such a pity, Dream sort of wished

he had Sapnap's magic to just join in on the fun. A different person, one with an indiscernible

gender, leapt out the window in an attempt to avoid Sapnap's flames. Dream watched absently as

she fell, hitting the ground with a mix of a crack and a sick splat.

For their part, Sam and Ponk had actually been quite useful. They had focused more on getting the

captured victims out, but Dream had seen a sadistic side to Sam that he hadn't been privy to before

now. Maybe it was because of Ponk; if Ponk were younger, less trained, he would have made a

perfect target for these people. Ponk had left several guards clutching their sides as poison worked

its way up their bodies, and had made quick work of picking the locks and disabling traps.

There were all sorts of people here- Sam had left Ponk to tend to the civilians, all in various states

of injury, all with chains - and oh god did Dream's blood boil at that - but Sam had chosen to forge

ahead with Sapnap. An explosion sounded as Dream turned the corner, bringing his arm up to

protect his mask from the smoke. When it cleared, Dream hummed as he took in Sam's little

fungus spores littering the floor, engaging the filter the creeper hybrid had insisted they all wear.

Sam had his off, breathing out the little puffs of spore, eyes bleeding a terrible red.

He had blood dripping from his mouth- blood that was not his , because there was a sluggishly

weeping slash on his leg that was black, not red. Dream wasn't going to ask. He'd already seen a

body slammed up against a wall and missing most of its throat. Whatever, Sam could kill them

however he wanted. Dream wasn't here to judge.

"Have the people gotten evacuated okay?" Sam's voice was thick and raspy and Dream took in a

breath of filtered air, patting Phil's employee on the back.

"Yeah, Ponk has them. Most are accounted for- Bad and George are running the medical tent. You

made a good call by having Karl and Quackity bring more people to help the receiving efforts,"

Dream glanced out the shattered window, to where the white tents were erected. People bustled in

and out of them, yelling to each other and helping newly arriving people into the tents. "Ponk is

healing the worst of the injuries."

"What's the scope?" another explosion from further ahead. Sam didn't question it, so neither would

Dream.

"Malnourishment, severe trauma, some lacerations, bruising. For the most part, they're alright.

Some of them were pumped full of mystery drugs- George is already collecting them and doing a

full lab sample," Dream huffed, shaking his head. "We expect that Tommy would have also been

pumped full of the stuff- but he and his magic seem alright, even after exposure to it, so we have

hope for their recovery."

"You sound like you're leaving something out." Sam flung his trident just at the right moment to

send the right farthest prong into the dip in someone's collarbone. The person spat blood before

falling to their knees, shaking as their body desperately tried to stay alive. Sam turned away.

"Perceptive," Dream brushed a stray glob of blood that had splashed on his mask off. "We found a

bunch of files. We'll be using them to identify most of the victims and their original place of

origins so we can return them to their families-"

"Does Tommy have one?" Sam snapped his head at him. Dream watched more of the spores float

to the ground. "King Philza will want it."

"He does," Dream opened his jacket and brought the manila file out, holding it in the air between

them. Sam nodded once, and grabbed it. He smeared red on the cover and tucked it in his own

chestplate. "I'll leave you to give that to King Philza."

"Thank you." Sam nodded and Dream stepped away, motioning for Sam to go ahead.

"Of course," he brought his axe out, slapping the other side against an open hand. "Now, let's get

going. I'm sure Sapnap would appreciate the help."

"I have been helping," Sam muttered. He took the lead, spinning his trident in his hands. "My

spores are explosive, Sapnap has free bombs."

"Good god," Dream groaned. "If he keeps having this much fun, he's not going to sleep tonight."

"You sleep with your guards, your Highness?"

"Okay, you know what-"

Chapter End Notes

See you tomorrow, simps!

Pillow fight

Chapter Summary

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Chapter Notes

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"I left for ten minutes -"

"We wanted to see how his magic worked!"

" Wilbur! "

Phil pinched the bridge of his nose. His boys had apparently - in the ten, maybe fifteen minutes he

was gone - taken Tommy to Dream's training room and turned on the sentry machine guns .

"We didn't turn on the sentries," Techno's drawl would have sounded monotone to most, but Phil

could hear the nerves in it. It still made him bristle his feathers in pride, a bit, that he would always

have that effect on his sons, no matter how old or prosperous they became. Phil was still their dad.

"Tommy did. We specifically said to set it to the non-lethal setting-"

"And you didn't think to check." Phil wasn't really asking, but the boys' nervous shuffling

answered him anyway. He sighed again, finally taking his hand off his nose. Techno was staring

straight forward- something he only did when he was getting lectured and trying to show that he

was remorseless, and Wilbur was fiddling with one of his knives, twirling the blade around in his

hands. "Well," Phil prodded, getting Wilbur's attention back on him. "How did he do?"

"His magic is absolutely incredible , Dad!" Wilbur gushed, sliding the knife back into its sheath.

"Even before the sentries came on, he was doing so well. He can block bullets and blades and

other projectiles by like- it seemed like he was tapping at the sides, so they'd get pushed off

course? He was so much more aware of his surroundings than I expected."

"He also has lightning fast reaction times," Techno nodded, glancing at his twin. "He's able to

predict the path of a bullet or projectile as soon as it fires and responds to avoid it just as quickly.

He moves almost entirely on instinct- there seems to be little conscious decision while he's

dodging. He's clearly used to running and evading attacks, not necessarily fighting back." Phil

nodded. He opened his mouth to speak, but Techno beat him to it. "I think he'd try and brute force

his way through any other kind of fight, honestly. He doesn't know much about the intricacies of

it- so my bet would be that he'd just blow them into a wall and take off."

"So he needs to learn to properly fight, then." Phil hummed.

"Yes," Techno nodded, hands clenching and unclenching. "He fights like a prey animal that's been

trapped in a corner- while useful for emergencies and for running away from something, not

entirely useful as a form or in a situation which requires more complex problem solving. More than

just flee."

"Alright," Phil grinned at his son, reaching a hair out and petting it through Techno's hair. Techno

always kept it conditioned and soft, it was quite lovely to touch if Phil was being honest. He

always enjoyed the soft moments where he could braid Techno's hair. Wilbur made a wounded

noise, shuffling closer, and Phil chuckled to himself, raising an arm and pulling Wilbur into a side

hug. "I'm assuming you'll be the one to teach him?"

"Of course," Techno sounded rather offended. "I don't trust anyone else to. Besides, I'm the best

swordsman among our entire army. I wouldn't leave the job to anyone else."

"Aww," Wilbur tucked his head under Phil's jaw like he was still a small toddler, having to bend

over to fit. "Technosoft." Wilbur cooed. Techno's ears flicked irritably, his eye twitching as he

likely thought of all his glorious plans for swift vengeance.

"I am not- "

"Teach me what?" Techno's head snapped over to the sound as Tommy stepped into the living

room, freshly showered and into some new clothes. This time, the kid was wearing a soft white

shirt, spun from the finest silk money could afford. He had a blue cloak with a large rectangle of

red, the Empire's crest embroidered on in gold. The cloak was fleeced, fluffy, and judging from

how Tommy cuddled into it- warm. He had new boots, new pants and Phil was absolutely thrilled

at how Tommy wore the Empire's colours. It was always meant to be. Techno just hummed a bit in

response, stepping forward with more gold in his hands. He took his time draping the intricate

chains over Tommy's cloak, fixing and pulling at the fleece, threading his handmade clasp in.

Wilbur apparently had caught him spending far too many late nights putting the thing together- the

clasp went in with a sharp click , and Tommy's cloak was no longer in danger of falling off his

shoulders.

A knot of tension in Techno's shoulders vanished as he brushed one of Tommy's ears gently,

watching as the light sparkled off the gold earrings. Phil held back his chuckles when Techno

turned back around, his pupils blown.

The conversation they'd had last night had certainly been telling.

"He said he wants to go up his cartilage, Dad," Techno had whispered while petting a sleeping

Tommy's hair. The gold earrings were still visible, sitting on Tommy's neck. "The cartilage!"

"Teach you how to fight." Techno answered. He took one critical step back, tilting his head. Phil

was very sure that there weren't any imperfections to speak of, but Tommy seemed like the sort of

kid to run around and get his clothes dirty at every possible opportunity. They'd have to make sure

he had plenty of spares.

Tommy frowned. "I already know how to fight, dickhead."

"Don't call your brother a dickhead," Phil scolded lightly, clicking his tongue at his youngest and

reaching forward to ruffle Tommy's hair. "It's not very nice. And he's right Tommy- you do need

to learn to fight." Tommy seemed to freeze at his words, but didn't protest. Phil let a smile curl up

his lips.

"You need to learn to fight ," Techno clarified. "Not just brute force your way through with magic.

What happens if you get into a real fight, with an opponent you can't just blow away?"

Tommy seemed unimpressed, crossing his arms. "I'd challenge you to find one single opponent I

couldn't just blow away." he stuck his tongue out and Techno sighed fondly, stepping forward to

poke Tommy's cheek.

Phil tuned their argument out, only shaking his head when Wilbur finally left his arms and went to

wind both his brothers up. It wouldn't be long until they figured out Wilbur was trying to pull one

over on them and teamed up to take him down, but Wilbur was going to learn that lesson the hard

way, it seemed. The file Sam had delivered, in a small, unassuming manilla envelope, was still

weighing heavily on his mind.

It was nothing they hadn't expected.

The first picture on the front page was of Tommy, a few years younger. He looked even smaller,

still held onto some baby fat in his cheeks despite the haunted look in his eyes. His pupils hadn't

been focused and according to the file, he'd been drugged with several doses of this magic

numbing drug the slavers had developed. No long term side effects, thank fuck. Short term

dizziness, confusion, block of magic, and nausea. Phil couldn't imagine how jarring it had to have

been for your magic to be ripped away- it was such an integral part of its users. It would be like

taking an eye, but- Tommy would have an idea of how that felt.

Tommy Innit.

Phil thought that Tommy Craft suited him much better. His birthday was April 9th. He was fond of

cows. The slavers had noted him as being particularly disobedient -willful- wild -resourceful-

poorly mannered -determined- and untrainable. Untrainable. Tommy's spirit was like his magic-

soaring so high, so free, roaming everywhere he went. A wanderlust in his veins that was the same

in Phil's, the desire to spread his wings and see the world spiral beneath him. They were both like

that. Untrainable. Phil called it free .

Eret had purchased him. To what end, the slavers hadn't noted, but it was for just over a million

dollars. Phil was furious at the idea that anyone could just buy a person, but at the same time, he

was wildly offended that Tommy only went for just over a million dollars. Please. Phil's sons were

worth more than that- it was the same thing as when Wilbur got kidnapped when he was six. They

demanded some kind of ransom, and only asked for a few hundred thousand. Honestly? Get

creative. What would Phil not do for his children? Absolutely nothing. Demand something

outrageous, so that at least Phil could tell stories in their names after he's killed them. He had

traced his fingers over the partly smudged ink at the bottom of the page, Eret's gentle signature.

Maybe Phil would contact them, offer the money back. Be lenient. If Eret disagreed, he'd just have

to burn the entire country to the ground. Phil was pretty sure he was going to do it anyway- and he

knew Techno was already chomping at the bit for some good, old fashioned arson.

Not that Phil wasn't .

Tommy and Techno had seemed to realize Wilbur was egging them on just then, their bickering

reaching new highs as Wilbur screeched and tried to run when they both reached for him.

Apparently they were Team T , the certified Cool People Against Wilbur. Wilbur was dodging,

ducking and wearing - and there went a vase, shattered on the floor, Phil would have to apologize

to Dream - but his efforts were in vain when he got tackled to the side by a raging Tommy.

Tommy's biological father had never been in the picture according to that file. His mother was,

however negligent and abusive she was. One her many one-night stands had been a slaver, had

seen the potential for magic that most children had-

He had threatened Tommy's mother. At gunpoint, according to the official report stapled to

Tommy's file. They classified their victims by their flaws, by what made their magic connect.

All humans were born with the potential , but it wanes and weaves in and out as you grow older.

Phil himself hadn't gotten his magic until he was twenty four- sitting at Kristen's deathbed with

her hand in his, her eyes proud and hopeful, her lips moving to cast a spell that Phil couldn't ever

hope to understand. Her magic had only ever come to her when she was dying. Blood had stained

her pretty face and she had wheezed out her last breath. Phil remembered closing his eyes and

when he opened them, her body was nothing but ashes gently brushed by the open window, a red

heart necklace left in her place.

She had made his trade for him. Sometimes others could sacrifice things for their target to receive

magic- a precious item, a finger - nothing ever comes for free. The more you gave, the more you

got.

Tommy had potential . All children did, their bodies and minds still adaptable. Phil had spent years

respawning randomly as his body tried to figure out how to conduct itself. His veins had exploded

and his heart had stopped, and he had woken up more than once just to die again.

Tommy had been so young.

He had given his eyesight, pleading- he was loyal . The man had killed his mother anyway. The

sacrifice of his own, the sacrifice of another Tommy cared for. Nothing ever comes for free, and

Phil wasn't sure that Tommy's magic was truly worth the price he'd paid. A blinded life on the

run.

The one good thing that came from those papers was that they found Tommy's official citizenship

record. He was from one of the countries furthest East, a bit farther South than Essempee, that had

built itself on top of a lake. L'Manberg. Their adoption and foster system was quite- err,

aggressive. There were very few children wandering about in the system as the system itself

worked its ass off to ensure everyone found a good home. Finding Tommy's papers and assuring

the country that no, Tommy was not deceased, and yes, Phil was adopting him, had been a bit of a

hassle, but L'Manberg - likely to remain in good standing with the Empire - had given in quickly

and allowed Phil to adopt Tommy.

Tommy couldn't hold dual citizenships between L'Manberg and the Empire, so his L'Manberg

ones had been scrapped in favour of the Empire documents that Phil had already expedited and

signed. All that was left to do was show Tommy the signed adoption papers and tell him his new

last name.

Phil was excited.

He was already brokering an agreement in place for citizens of Essempee and the Empire to hold

dual citizenships, and he knew Dream was already itching to grant Tommy Essempee citizenship.

Make it easier for Tommy to come visit and stay for a bit, if he'd like. Phil shook his head, pushing

the thoughts of the file and its contents out of his mind. Eret could be dealt with, and while

Tommy's past couldn't be changed, his future was in Phil's hands for now.

Phil couldn't wait to see the person Tommy would become, with the full support of the Empire

behind him.

A diplomat like Wilbur? A warrior like Techno? A steadfast source of authority like Phil? Maybe a

teacher.

Phil watched the wind swirl about the room, picking up the glass shards and moving them away

from the wrestling going on. Their little nest was destroyed and Tommy picked up a pillow, using

the wind to smash it even harder into Wilbur's face. Wilbur spluttered and went down, Techno

pouncing not a moment later. The piglin twins rolled about, grunting and play-growling at each

other. Acting like children for the first time in a long time.

Maybe Tommy would be a teacher. A teacher like Kristen.

She would have loved him.

The red heart necklace pulsed comfortingly under his shirt, warm against his skin, and Phil smiled

at the feeling of Kristen's heartbeat. She had been dying- but this way, she could always stay with

him, and together , they would protect their family.

Phil stepped forward, flaring his wings out and reaching for his boys.

"The goal here is to leave Dream's furniture intact-" Phil was cut off when Wilbur threw a pillow

at Tommy, who dropped to the floor like he'd been shot at. The pillow smacked Phil's bucket hat

off his head and it floated to the ground like a little leaf.

The room was silent.

Eh. Fuck the furniture.

Phil picked up the pillow slowly, gently, laughing maniacally at the dawning horror in Wilbur's

eyes. He flung the pillow and Wilbur ducked, and he did hear something shatter-

But Tommy was laughing, something loud and obnoxious and so free , and Techno was wheezing

beside him, and pillows were flying through the air, and Kristen's heart beat above his.

Phil could get used to this.

-then I'll sleep with the stars tonight.

Chapter Summary

OKAY I KNOW I HAVEN'T ANSWERED ALL THE COMMENTS, I AM BEHIND

GIVE ME A FEW HOURS AND THEY WILL ALL BE ANSWERED

APOLOGIES TO ANYONE WAITING ON ME

I AM IN HOMEWORK LAND

...almost wrote Hoework Land there

That sounds like much more fun than what I'm doing rn-

Chapter Notes

Yo yo yo I am going to Pass Tf Out 3

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"Tommy, come here." Phil was sat at the edge of the bed in Techno's room. His other boys had

been banished into the living room to clean up the vases and light fixtures they had broken- Phil

didn't entirely trust Tommy to pick up the glass shards without cutting his hands, so he had left

Techno and Wilbur to clean up.

One of Tommy's flying pillows had given Wilbur a black eye, but none of them were going to

mention it. They didn't want to give Tommy a reason to run. The adoption papers were sitting on

Techno's bedside table, and Phil smiled when Tommy approached, unaware of the words inked

into the pages. Phil was excited and his wings shuddered, flickering with his feelings. Kristin's

heart beat against his chest, the necklace warm, and Phil couldn't be any happier.

He patted the space behind him, humming gently as Tommy clambered onto the bed beside him.

He pressed into Phil's arm without hesitance, and Phil didn't want to stop the grin that grew on his

face. He wrapped an arm around Tommy's shoulder, curling his wing around his littlest's back.

Baby baby baby- Chat pushed. Dadza. ChildInnit. Phil kissed at Tommy's hairline, nuzzling into

the soft little curls on top of Tommy's head. It had Wilbur's volume, but Techno's silkiness- it was

always meant to be. Tommy was always meant to be with them.

"Here," Phil whispered, raising his free hand and flicking his fingers. "I have some things for you."

His inventory flickered up, little grey boxes stuffed with things he had brought just for his new son.

He clicked at the boxes and Tommy jolted a bit when the gifts plopped out of Phil's inventory and

into his lap.

"...for me?" Tommy's little hands were grappling at the blanket Phil had brought for him, the same

blanket he had given to Techno and Wilbur when they were little kids. It was old and soft, well

loved by his elder sons and now passed onto their youngest. "How did you-"

"It's called an inventory," Phil nuzzled into Tommy's hair again. His feathers twitched, instincts

growing louder, and he sighed a bit. He gently clicked another box, bringing out one of his primary

feathers from his last molt. The feather was dark, shimmery with the light, and Phil took care

braiding it into a gold chain, wrapping the metal around the stem of the feather. He draped the

chain around Tommy's neck, a little proud chirp rising in his chest at his feather on Tommy's neck.

"Here, raise a hand with your fingers out." Tommy rose it, eyes blinking down at his fingers. Phil

hummed and brought Tommy's wrist a little higher, smiling when Tommy didn't resist. He wasn't

flinching away, wasn't as scared. "Now flick them up." Tommy flicked his fingers and drew his

hand back a bit when the magic twinkled along his fingers. Phil supposed he would feel the

feather-light brushes against his fingers more than other people.

He couldn't see Tommy's inventory- nobody could but Tommy anyways, and Phil watched him

carefully. He wasn't sure if Tommy could feel the inventory or what, if it could even be useful for

him.

"I can feel the boxes," Tommy drew his fingers up and down, pressing them against an invisible

screen with a reverent expression on his face. "And- and the Chat is telling me what is in the

boxes. I can put things in the boxes?" before Phil could even nod or verbally confirm, Tommy's

hands flung a pillow into the invisible screen. The pillow vanished as it disappeared into the

inventory, and Phil grinned as Tommy brought it in and out, in and out again.

"Careful mate," Phil kissed his forehead again. "You might rip it." he gently nudged the blanket

towards Tommy. "I brought you a blanket. It used to be your brothers', but they wanted you to

have it." Tommy picked the blanket up, testing the softness of it against his cheek. He seemed to

find it appealing, melting into the fuzzy cloth. "I also brought you a few teddies-"

"I don't want teddies ." Tommy grumped. He grabbed at the one bear Phil had brought anyway,

squeezing it gently. Phil got the idea that Tommy had never had the opportunity to have teddies

when he was a child. "I'm not a child."

He didn't want to feel small or vulnerable, like he was being pitied. Phil drew him closer into his

side.

"I have a teddy," he nuzzled into Tommy's hair again. "So does Wilbur, and Techno. Techno uses

his plush mostly to prop up his chest and shoulders when he lays sideways in bed, and Wilbur uses

it as a comfort item. So do I," Tommy seemed to relax with every word. "You aren't childish for

wanting a teddy or using one. Sometimes it's just nice to have something soft to hug, eh mate?"

Tommy placed with the teddy, his throat working and an uncertain expression on his face.

Whatever he wanted to say, he should say it. Phil would burn the world to the ground for him.

Dadza! Dadza! Chat crowed into his ear. He wants a cow plush- he likes cows. He is afraid of

judgement.

"It doesn't have to be a bear ," Phil prompted, gently. "It could be any animal." He could almost

hear Tommy's teeth grinding together with how hard he was gritting his jaw. "I have a bear, but

Techno has a pig," Tommy swallowed. "Wilbur has a sheep-"

"Barnyard theme, yeah?" Tommy quipped, quietly. He flinched a bit, like he was expecting to get

hit for the words, and Phil's heart seemed to rip in two. Kristin beat steadily against his chest. "...I

like cows." Phil smiled and ran his hands through Tommy's hair, scratching at the kid's scalp.

"Thank you for telling me," Phil grinned against his son's head. "I'm going to get you the biggest

cow plush ever."

"Phil, no-"

"Multiple ones! We can have one that's as big as you are-"

"Phil-"

"And a medium sized one, only half you-"

"Dad!"

"And a little- did you just call me dad?"

"...no," Tommy tried to fling himself away, but Phil just held him tighter, watching his feather on a

gold chain dance along Tommy's chest. "No I did not. You misheard, big man."

"I want to adopt you," Phil blurted out. He couldn't keep it secret anymore. "I have the papers on

the bedside table. I've already signed them, I just- I wanted to get your official permission first."

"You-" Tommy stopped struggling. His knuckles were going white with how hard he was gripping

the bear. "You really want to adopt me. I mean," Tommy shook his head, flinging his bear around

a bit. Phil flicked his eyes around, trying to find the boy's fidget cube- it might have gotten loose

during the pillow fight. "Techno said you wanted to, but I mean, it's one thing to be told you're

getting adopted and another to actually be asked -"

"Can I?" Phil brought the blanket to Tommy and watched as his son gripped at the plush fabric,

pulling it around in his hands. "Can I adopt you? You'd be a Prince of the Empire, of course. If you

didn't want to be in the public eye, I would completely understand. We could keep your adoption

under wraps, or keep the press away entirely. Techno is the official heir and Wilbur his future

advisor, so there would be very few duties you would take on, regardless."

Tommy nodded.

"I can adopt you?"

Tommy nodded again.

Phil let out a breath, Kristin beating against his chest, and he brought Tommy in for a hug.

--

"So Punz defected," this kid was starting to get on Eret's nerves, if they were being honest. "Are

you really surprised? He works for Dream now, and Dream offered him totems of undying. Kind of

hard to beat that sort of price."

"Are you so easily... tempted ?" Eret twirled their dagger in their hands. They sort of wished

they'd chosen their red dress to wear today instead of their favourite blouse and slacks pair,

because they were probably going to be spilling a lot of blood, and these slacks were green. They'd

get stains in the fabric. The kid shrugged, his purple hoodie pulling at his shoulders.

"I suppose I could be," Purpled lounged. He was far more casual than Punz had ever been in Eret's

presence, and something about the familiarity put Eret at ease. "But you have something I want.

Beyond just material goods."

"Of course," Eret purred. "You want your freedom."

Purpled raised one hand, little bracelet jangling as he did. It was an ingenious little device, with a

small needle embedded into his wrist. It dispensed the magic numbing drugs every so often to keep

these little soldiers obedient. Eret didn't have magic of their own- they hadn't gotten connected to

any before their body was too developed to take it without severe consequences. They weren't

entirely sure how it felt for magic to be taken, but judging from other accounts, it hadn't been

pleasant.

"Yeah, that'd be nice," Purpled shrugged. "My magic's nothing special, I won't die without it, but

I'd still appreciate having it back."

"Bring me Tommy and you'd get it back."

"What's your obsession with the kid anyway?" Purpled whirled, standing and cracking his

knuckles. He had a judgemental eye cast towards Eret and they really didn't quite appreciate it.

"Seems like you're going through a lot of trouble just for one kid."

Eret closed their eyes, uncrossing their legs.

"He looked so sad, sitting there in chains."

"So you'd put him in more," Purpled drawled. "Not quite impressed with that train of thought, to be

honest. You really think he'd be happy with that?"

"He'd learn to be."

"...right," Purpled scoffed. "You could just let the Empire take him, you know? Cut your losses

and they might not kill you."

Eret glared. "They wouldn't know about any of this to kill me."

"Except that the slaver hub in Essempee got raided by Dream and some of King Philza's team,"

Purpled rolled his eyes. "All the files out nabbed. That's where Tommy's file was."

" Just bring me the kid, " Eret hissed. "I care very little for any of that nonsense. What happened to

the slavers is none of my concern."

"Alright," Purpled unclipped his dart gun, finally turning his back and leaving Eret's throne room.

"But don't blame me when this gets you in over your head."

Eret lowered their head, Purpled's footsteps echoing out of the throne room.

It really was a lonely castle.

It used to not be- their son's delightful laughter as he chased butterflies among the gardens, fisted

for dirt in the grass, and annoyed the guards. Their son that had been murdered. No one laughed in

their halls anymore. Tommy could fill the hole. He could.

It really was a lonely castle.

Chapter End Notes

GOODNIGHT

Magic Tricks; play your cards right-

Chapter Summary

GOOD EVENING

Chapter Notes

Hey, how have your days been?? I spent lots of time yelling at Void and I also passed

along all your thank-yous to Jake.

Jake says:

C:

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"Fundy, come back- you're going to hurt yourself!" Eret's little boy skipped ahead, fluf y ears

flicking in delight at being chased. His tail swished back and forth as he ran, little paws scrabbling

for purchase on the ground. Eret had found Fundy when he was just a little boy, curled around the

body of his mother, trying to burrow his way into her cold arms. Eret had scooped him up and

taken him home, hugging their son and comforting him when he cried.

He cried far less now.

All the doctors Eret had summoned to their castle had confirmed Fundy was healthy, albeit missing

a few important vaccines. He clearly had established enough magic that his body had transformed

to something more suited for survival. Maybe he could have been some kind of wilderness or

nature mage, if he hadn't been pushed quite so far. Eret had soothed the wild orange hair over

their boy's forehead and had every person who dared to whisper from the shadows of Fundy's

wasted potential thrown of the mountainside clif s.

Fundy laughed, chirping a bit as he ran. His brown coat flailed behind him as the fabric struggled

to keep up. He apparently had been able to embroider before his transformation, and while his

stitches were a bit wonky and full of mistakes, he'd still carefully stitched on some rainbows on the

collar of his coat. It had made Eret's fragile heart melt, their son being so supportive. Fundy's

throat worked, choked little chirps rising from it as he chattered, squealing when he tried to leap

over a log and Eret grabbed him around the middle, spinning their son around before depositing

him solidly into their arms.

They kissed his forehead and let him nuzzle at his neck, and for then, it was enough.

Eret had never had much of a presence in their kingdom- they had a congress and an elected

government to do that job for them. There was never any reason for them to get involved. But their

entire country was in awe of how much this one child melted their Sovereign's heart- Prince Fundy

became a staple figure. They were so proud of him, and his toothy little grins, even when he would

skip lessons to come sit with Eret while they did paperwork.

Naturally, they never encouraged it. Never let Fundy hide behind their legs while the guards

searched, never ordered the tutors out while Fundy giggled far too loudly for any sort of

productive hiding.

He loved to play among the dandelions and the daf odils, chasing the bees and watching wide-

eyed as the butterflies landed on the flower petals. It was terrible- so terrible that the world would

choose that day for Eret to lose him.

Because even when Fundy's blood dripped of the flower petals from where it had been splashed

on the impact, the sun still shone. The birds paused, but for far too short. They continued their

song. The butterflies flew, the wind brushed the flowers, and the daf odils still stretched out to the

sun. The world did not stop spinning, even if it felt like it did.

The world carried on even when Eret's felt like it had stopped. Wasn't it supposed to mourn? In all

the movies, all the books they had seen- the loss of an innocent created rain. The clouds

shuddered, the sky flashed, and the winds wailed. The world mourned for the loss of a child. Even

on the day of Fundy's funeral, the sun shone. It was sweltering, the middle of August, and Eret

couldn't even find the energy to wipe the sweat of their temples, staring down at the black cof in.

Too small. Far too small.

Eret broke down that day, crying because the world would not, and far too dead.

Their hope was buried six feet under, as deep as their son's- Fundy would have wanted it, so Eret

had made sure the cof in was biodegradable. They grew white stargazer lilies over the cof in, so

Fundy could give back to the flowers he had so loved. Eret wasn't sure if it was even worthwhile-

Fundy was dead. Fundy couldn't care about anything anymore.

Eret didn't think they could, either. The castle was so quiet.

Years passed in a grey, mournful haze, and Eret had stumbled from place to place with shaking

hands and a distant mind, until the brightest blue eyes they had ever seen snapped them out of it.

So dif erent from the warm brown of Fundy's- Fundy was safety, comfort, familiarity. This was

new. Something dif erent. Eret's hands reached out to grasp, striving for the light-

For the first time in moons, they finally had hope.

--

Purpled was starting to get real sick of this shit. He'd just been living his best life, chugging along-

he didn't even have a very significant amount of magic. Nothing life changing that someone needed

to get their hands on. He sort of got it, honestly, with that Tommy kid. Magic like that was rare;

even without Eret's whole creep factor going on, kids like Tommy got snapped up quick by people

who wanted a use out of those talents.

But Purpled had never been one of them. Very simply put, he could redirect people's attention. For

like- maybe a few seconds. Enough to step on their shoe lace or grab their wallet, but nothing

major. He supposed that he could have been a good thief or a mercenary or whatever, but Purpled

had a fine job making coffee for zombies carrying briefcases. Hours were early and the pay was-

well. He got paid .

But free cof ee . Purpled could do that forever. Low risk, low reward, and he could go home and

drink his triple espresso Americano in goddamn peace while he played Call of Duty. Really, it was

a good life. Until he'd gotten kidnapped.

Bastards.

Eret had decided to buy him or keep him- whatever. Purpled really wasn't here to try to figure out

Eret's weirdass mindset. A dead kid makes you go a little crazy, huh? Purpled couldn't relate. He'd

had a goldfish once- but never a child. And he flushed his goldfish down the toilet after he'd

forgotten to feed it for three days and it died.

Purpled was not allowed to have any more pets after that. But whatever, his mum kind of sucked,

and he'd gotten emancipated and moved out on his own. Until he'd gotten kidnapped.

Really, Purpled was rather fixated on the whole kidnapping thing. Quite rude it was. But whatever-

it was fine. It was. Purpled didn't need his magic to live, but the blockers felt like fire in his veins

for a good few hours after they'd been injected. It was really annoying, and Purpled had done his

damnedest to get the blood things off, but nothing worked. When Eret had purchased him, they'd

gotten the key to the stupid cuffs. The key was the only thing that could take them off safely;

fuckers were lodged into the arteries that led into his hand. They'd rip out if the cuff was removed

by force and he'd bleed out.

He stalked along the streets, idly playing with a deck of cards. Shuffling and reshuffling them.

Sleight of hand was ridiculously easy, especially when you knew how to push people's attention

away while their eyes were focused elsewhere. The long hoodie sleeves definitely helped, although

Purpled had learned to push the cards up his right sleeve and not his left, where the cuff lay. All he

had to do was bring one twelve year old to Eret and then he'd be free. He could get out of here.

Go back to his coffee and his video games and the apartment that had probably been left vacant.

He supposed he could work for Eret a bit longer, get paid some more- so he at least had something

to his name. This was much more exciting, even if the chefs in Eret's castle refused to give him the

appropriate amount of espresso shots in his drinks.

Something about caffeine addictions being unhealthy. Whatever.

Purpled kicked absently at a tree, spinning the cards and reshuffling the deck. Had to find the kid.

Sooner rather than-

The wind was spinning here much faster, with much less grace than it normally did. Purpled

pressed himself against a tree, pulling at his clothes so they wouldn't create any pockets for him to

be pulled upwards and away. The winds whistled through the trees, a small figure dropping down

into the clearing. Fluffy blonde hair, bright blue eyes- the setting sun framed his head and the

winds whipped around him, the kind of magic Purpled had never gotten the chance to experience.

He could live with it on his conscience, because the choice here was Purpled or this kid. Purpled

was always going to choose himself. Not this random twelve year old. Didn't Purpled deserve

freedom to? Don't we both deserve- a voice whispered in the back of his head, and Purpled

furiously told it to shut up. The kid could end up in worse places than with Eret, after all. Eret

didn't just want him as a weapon or as a tool. He'd be alive, and that was more than Purpled could

say for himself if he didn't get out of Eret's clutches.

He took a breath, reshuffling his cards. The dart gun sat heavy in his pocket, a mix of the magic

numbing and a sleeping agent loaded into the darts.

He stepped away from the tree, dodging to the side when the kid reacted by flinging a gust of wind

at him. His eyes were following Purpled pretty well, but they were only at about shoulder height.

Kid really couldn't see, then.

"Hey," Purpled soothed, frowning when the kid jumped again. "Name's Purpled. Want to see a

magic trick?"

--

Tommy was a big man and big men don't get scared. Not at all. He was not scared, no matter what

anyone else thought. And he wasn't running because he was scared either. He was just-

He'd called King Philza of the Antarctic Empire Dad. And yeah, it was kind of sinking in that

they'd wanted to adopt him - like really, actually adopt him. Like you-can't-send-me-back-now,

permanent kind of adopt him - and Tommy just needed some air.

Chat had pulsed sadly in his head when he'd made the decision to go out the window, because

doors were overrated, but he'd pushed them back. He was a big man, with big man magic. He'd be

fine, he was just going to fly around and a bit and think.

Never a better place to think than with the wind whistling through his ears, that's what Tommy

always said. And he was very sure Phil would agree. So when a few hours had passed and Phil had

been pulled away by something-or-other, and Wilbur and Techno were lightly bickering in the

kitchen over who had to sweep up the rest of the glass shards they'd found from one lamp that had

gotten tossed and shattered, Tommy had slipped on his new shoes.

He was still in the fancy Empire clothes and the gold clanged a bit as he had clambered up the

window, perching at the sill before launching himself into open air. It was a bit of a new

experience, trying to fly with the cloak. Before, he'd always worn regular shirts, and if he got his

hands on a jacket, it was always closed and buttoned up. The cloak was an interesting drag, and

Tommy found that the clasp was pretty strong. He'd been trying not to break it, but he'd lost focus

a few times and almost launched himself into a few buildings, and had to pull himself sideways by

the cape. The clasp had survived thus far. Tommy had considered taking it off, but. Well-

Clearly Techno had made it Tommy-proof because the damn thing was impossible to get unlatched.

He wasn't sure what else he was supposed to do with it except just leave it on now. He'd flown

around for a bit, buffering himself up and around. He supposed he could have asked Phil to come

with him, but he didn't want to disturb him. He had left the room in a hurry when Dream had

summoned him, so Tommy was sure it was more important.

More important than this, anyway.

Even before, from living with his mother, Tommy had never had any siblings. He really wasn't

sure how to act around Wilbur and Techno- they liked taking care of him it seemed, but Tommy

wasn't helpless. He was able to ask Techno for help with the bullets though, so Tommy would

count that as a win. And Wilbur had rescued him when he was getting chased.

It'd turn out okay.

It was one thing to spend time with Techno, at the beginning- because that wasn't permanent. It

didn't have to stay. Tommy didn't stay. Attachment was what got you killed in Tommy's world,

where the only thing you could be attached to was your life. If you tried to cling onto anything else,

grip onto anything- you would lose it, and trying to get it back would get you killed. Tommy would

know.

The first few years since he'd lost his eyes, he'd spent getting to relearn the world. He assumed it

would have been easier if he was born blind, used to it, but every step at the start had felt like he

was about to go off a cliff. Every trip, every tremble, knocked his magic back even further. He had

spent his days stalking other mages, healers, trying to figure out if there was any way to get his

vision back.

His magic had gotten him hunted down by more than one group, more than one person- he'd had a

lot of experience running. Tommy had always gotten away, and made himself a little game of

seeing how far he could push the envelopes.

And sure, sometimes he found people he clicked with - Deo came to mind - but they had never

made Tommy attached. Never made him want to stay. Somehow, these people were different.

Techno with his happy rumbles and Wilbur with his chuf s , and Phil with his feathers.

Tommy wanted to stay and it scared the shit out of him.

He sent an experimental gust of wind down the forest below him- he'd flown quite a distance. He

could feel the leaves brushing up against the wind as he slowly lowered himself, trying not to fling

into any branches.

Go back.

I'm telling Dadza.

"You're too worried Chat," Tommy mumbled. "Nothing's going to happen. I'm in the middle of

nowhere, who even-"

A snap. Tommy sent a blast of wind in that direction, praying it was just some kind of animal. His

prayers were ignored - because of course they were - as he caught the side of a person. They

sidestepped, they were taller than Tommy but they were really skinny. He should be able to yeet

them, if he just focused in on the hood on their jacket-

"Hey," a voice broke through Chat's shrieks and Tommy jumped, flinging his head in hopefully

the right direction. "Name's Purpled. Want to see a magic trick?"

Chapter End Notes

See you tomorrow!

-and maybe you won't get hurt.

Chapter Summary

A special sort of chapter in honour of Tommy's birthday...

Chapter Notes

I have a migraine so I'm going to pass out when I'm done with this 3

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"Did you seriously just ask a blind kind if I wanted to see a magic trick?" Tommy let his mouth fall

open, grinning maniacally as Purpled seemed to stumble at the words, rocking around a bit. This

just solidified it, then- Purpled had to be relatively safe, because he hadn't already known Tommy

was blind. He didn't know, so he didn't know Tommy. He wasn't- wasn't one of the slavers. He'd

be good.

Danger! Danger! Chat cried. I'm getting Dadza-

Tommy really wished Chat had an off switch sometimes. It was perfectly safe, there was no need

to call Phil. Purpled didn't even know he was blind!

He works for Eret!

Sure he did, Chat. Even if he did, he would have known about Tommy. And Tommy could just

blast him and carry on with his day. Purpled couldn't do anything to him.

"Well- I- you see- you- you're blind," Purpled was stumbling over his words, hands spinning

uselessly. Tommy could feel the cards the other was holding, but he was pretty sure that even if he

did let Purpled do his magic trick, it would have far less impact because Tommy couldn't see. "-

I'm sorry man, I uhh- was not thinking there."

Tommy plopped onto the ground, gesturing for Purpled to follow. He sat and Tommy could feel

the wind brushing against his body as he went down, becoming some endless blob sitting on the

ground. Purpled shuffled his cards again and Tommy tried not to brush too hard against them. He

knew if he did, he'd scatter them everywhere. Magically, Tommy was not feeling much like being

an asshole today. Maybe on other days, but not today.

"Wait," Purpled shuffled a little closer to him. "What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you have

someone with you, if you're-"

"I'm not helpless," Tommy dug his fingers into the ground, barking his irritation back at Purpled.

He found a soft little... round hard thing and spun it in his hands, trying to figure out if it was an

acorn or a rock. He couldn't feel an acorn top- maybe a rock? But rocks weren't normally this

smooth. Chat was no help, still yelling something about Phil and danger, but whatever. Tommy

could handle himself. "I don't need a handler. " Purpled raised his hands and Tommy knew his

fingers were spread, in a placating motion Tommy still couldn't see.

"I didn't mean that. Sorry again," Purpled said. He sounded at least a little bit guilty and Tommy

let himself be soothed by the tone. People always assumed he was dependent and needy and ugh-

just because Tommy was blind didn't mean he couldn't handle himself. "I just meant- it's easy to

get lost out here, yeah? I'm lost. And you're like... ten."

"I'm twelve, dickhead." Tommy stuck his tongue out.

"Don't you have family, or something, out here with you?" Purpled sounded a bit desperate. Maybe

he really was lost.

"No," Tommy rolled his eyes. "And I'm not lost. It's also none of your business- what are you

doing out here?" If Purpled was allowed to pry, so was Tommy. But where Tommy was expecting

a fight or some kind of 'buzz off, kid', Purpled just relaxed back on his hands and heaved a sigh.

The air moving from his mouth was enough for Tommy to get a better idea of his height- and oops,

he was a bit taller than Tommy had been expecting. What was it with these people and being

freakish giants?

"Got into a fight with my boss and walked off to cool down," Purpled shrugged. It sounded

genuine enough, to Tommy. He silently raised one eyebrow, and Purple huffed before continuing.

"They're being a prick. They have something they're holding over my head for me to get my job

done and they're being a right ass."

"Something- like, like," Tommy struggled to come up with the word. Started with an r... what you

paid to have an apartmen- "rent! Rent money?"

"Eh, sorta," Purpled shrugged again. "It's important to me though, so I kind of need to just work

for him until he gives me what I want. Then I can get the hell outta there."

"And do something better!" Tommy raised his hands and cheered. He'd never had a proper job -

wasn't old enough for one, despite his efforts - but even he could understand how sucky it was to

be trapped somewhere lame. Maybe Purpled wanted to move? Or work a different job?

"And do something better," Purpled echoed. "I just want free coffee, man- my boss is a control

freak who never lets me have more than one shot of espresso a day. I miss the days where I could

have two triple-shots and nobody would bat an eye."

Tommy squinted. "That... that sounds like a lot," Hesitant- does Tommy look like someone who

drinks coffee? No. No, he's not, he drank tea like a proper person. "Is that a lot?"

"No, no, no," Purpled sighed, like an addict who couldn't see the truth. "It's not a lot. Not a lot at

all." Tommy was calling bullshit, but whatever. He hadn't ever had coffee before- just tea. And the

chocolate- the hot chocolate that Techno made him.

"What do you do for your boss, anyway?" Tommy turned over the thing in his hands. "And if this

an acorn or a stone?"

"I uhh," Purpled seemed distracted. He was fidgeting with his pockets. "I just run errands, I guess.

I go out and grab... stuff that my boss needs. I mean, I also think I dispense some very needed

advice for him, but it's not what they pay me for. I just wish they listened to me more often, you

know." Purpled shrugged and shuffled a little closer. "And speaking of that- it's a little dark out,"

Chat was getting very loud again. "I can't tell. I'm going to look a little closer, okay Tommy?."

Purpled sat down right beside Tommy and leaned over him, one hand on his arm and another by

his neck. Purpled smelled like grass and Tommy huffed. Man needed a stronger shampoo.

Shampoo like-

Wait.

"I never gave you my name," Tommy mumbled. He turned the stone again, hearing buzzing as

Chat started shrieking like one of them was getting murdered. "I never-"

Metal at his neck.

Tommy flung his elbow to the side, catching Purpled in the ribs, but there was a sting at his neck

and Tommy wailed at the familiar burn in his veins. He thought he'd- his entire neck ached, like

fire down his shoulders, as the drug was injected. He flung a blast of air towards Purpled, but it

was weak, and Tommy's awareness of the world was diminished. He stumbled, smacking into the

side of a tree.

Left, left!

We called Dadza, he's coming-

Just hang on Tommy, just-

Hang on a little longer!

Tommy coughed. He didn't think he could move his right arm from the side the drug had been

injected. Purpled- he'd had a fucking dart in his pocket. He hadn't shot it, Tommy would have

known if he shot it. He just kept it in his hand and waited until he was close enough. Tommy was

so fucking stupid.

He tripped over a root he didn't see, shrieking as he hit the ground face first. There was a scrape on

his chin and Tommy could feel the salt stinging at his eyes already. He didn't want this to be real.

Didn't want-

Tommy missed Techno, and not for the first time, his own stupidity was the reason he wasn't

going to see him. But this time, there wasn't a Wilbur right around the corner waiting to rescue

him. This time, Tommy was on his own.

Dadza is coming! They know, they're coming!

Tommy wished Chat would tell them that he was sorry.

"Sorry, Tommy," Purpled was suddenly much closer to his ear than before. Tommy wriggled,

trying to send an elbow towards the voice, kicking out, but in the next beat, Purpled had him

pinned with his hands behind his back and Purpled's knee digging into his back. Purpled was way

too heavy- or, or. Maybe it was Tommy that was way too heavy. "It's just business."

Tommy slept.

--

Dadza! Dadza!

Chat cawed in his ear and Phil rubbed at it, sighing tiredly. Wilbur's eyes were tracing the gold

rings on his fingers absently, but for the most part, they were paying attention to what Dream was

saying. He was going over some of the other files, how many people they had recovered- to his

part, Dream had done an excellent job of dealing with the kidnapped victims they'd found in the

main Essempee bases and there were currently teams headed by Sapnap and Bad going to the other

sites of the slavers to get the rest.

Dream was sorting the victims by their respective files. Some of them had family members alive

and well, and who had been contacted after asking permission from the victim. Some of them had

wept at the idea of seeing their families again, and according to George, there had been many

tearful reunions. Others had said that they'd been turned in by their family members, so Dream had

been quick to get them sorted separately.

The majority of them were already from Essempee, but there were a handful of others, like

Tommy, who were from other countries and were brought in from the outside. They expected it to

flip closer to Essempee's borders. Dream had offered them all citizenship regardless.

Phil was rather proud that they hadn't found a single Empire citizen yet. It opened to the possibility

of one particular hub being full of Empire citizens, but Phil wasn't too worried about it. Wilbur

suddenly stiffened, his face losing colour as his eyes unfocused from Phil's rings, pupils shrinking

down to little pinpricks. Dream paused in his lecture, having just whacked his middle finger

pointing stick at his board. Phil furrowed his eyebrows, opened his mouth-

Tommy's hurt-

"Where?" Technoblade stood, knocking his chair over and flying from the room, Wilbur hot on his

heels. "Where, Chat?" Techno snarled, eyes starting to glow red. Phil couldn't- they'd left him in

the apartment!

"Dream, Tommy's hurt-"

Tommy's gone! He was kidnapped!

"-kidnapped," Phil shook his head, rushing out of the room. "By who? Where?" Phil rounded the

corner- he had to check. The apartment door was already broken, barely hanging off one hinge, and

it was empty. Wilbur was desperately searching through the bedrooms, coming out with a hand

stress-pulling at his hair. Techno had already gone out the open - the open - window, his grunting

fading as he climbed down the building. "He's-" Wilbur shook his head.

"Gone. He was last in-" Wilbur frowned, one hand at his forehead. "He was last in the woods- the

big stretch of it about six and a half miles from here. Chat's probably already told Techno, but-"

He was kidnapped by Purpled.

"Purpled?" Phil mouthed the name.

Seventeen years old. Purple eyes, blonde hair. Purple hoodie. He is an associate of Eret.

"Eret. Eret has him." Wilbur cursed at Phil's words, launching himself out the window after his

twin. Wilbur wasn't being careful in his descent down the building, and Techno snarled at him in a

wordless reprimand. Phil stretched his wings out, catching the wind on the feathers.

He is bringing Tommy to Eret's castle.

"Dream?" Phil stayed in the window sill, knowing his flight was faster than his boys' running

speed. He could catch up. The other king was furiously tapping at his communicator, but looked up

when his name was called. "Please have Sam release the declaration of war."

Dream nodded.

Phil spread his wings and dove out the window, one hand on his sword belt. He'd killed a lot of

people in his time- corrupt politicians, his father, criminals, even just people who had stepped a toe

out of line against him. There were a few different classes of death expressions. Lonely, terrified,

accepting. Phil wondered which one Eret would be after he tore their heart out and mounted it on

the Empire walls.

Chat whispered updates on how Tommy was doing, little caws in his ears.

The murder followed Death.

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When Tommy opened his eyes again, it was all black. Whoopie, big shocker there. Sometimes he

thought if he wondered hard enough about it, would he wake up and magically be able to see?

Hasn't happened yet, but it always could! Let the big man have hope. He sniffled a bit, one hand

searching- these were not the covers he was used to. Techno only used weird silky-ass blankets,

something about having soft skin... so this wasn't Techno's bed. Who's fucking bed was it then?

Tommy sniffed. He was pretty sure he wasn't with Phil, in Dream's dumb apartment. Techno had a

very distinct soap smell that followed him everywhere, and Tommy couldn't catch even a hint of it.

So he hadn't been rescued yet. Phil had to come for him eventually- Phil had adopted him. Even if

for nothing else, it would look bad for the Empire to lose a kid so fast. But the kidnapping, ah the

kidnapping. Not ideal, if Tommy was being honest. Mildly inconvenient. This was certainly

jimmying up his jams-

Ah fuck it, Tommy was pissed and more than a little scared. His fingertips were tingling, and his

veins fucking ached so he was drugged. He couldn't use the wind to feel out the room and his head

was silent for the first time in days. Chat wasn't yammering back there and the silence was

strangely pressing on his ears. Could Tommy even use his inventory like this? He flicked his

fingers up, humming nervously as he stretched his hand over.

Nothing, nothing, noth- a ridge. Tommy let out a breath and traced the edges of the box. So he

hadn't lost everything, then, just- most things. He would survive. He didn't have anything in his

inventory before, but he quickly grabbed at his clothes. He was still dressed in the Empire clothes

from before and Techno's clasp and earrings were steady weights on him. Tommy popped the

earrings off, cursing a bit at how difficult it was to slide the little backing shits off them. He

chucked them in the direction of the inventory, satisfied that they'd landed when no plock sound

followed. He just put his head through the hole of the cloak, grunting as he slid it off and chucking

it - along with the clasp - into the inventory as well. Last thing that followed was Phil's necklace

with the feather. Tommy traced the soft edges of it before he flicked his fingers down,

experimentally waving his hand to where it had been before and checking the inventory was

properly closed.

He didn't care about a lot of his things, but he wanted to keep those. He didn't want them damaged

or taken away. Now, it was time to figure out where the hell he was. Tommy leaned off the bed,

setting his feet down on the floor. His boots had been taken off.

Alright then. Tommy let out a quiet hum, ears twitching. Room wasn't big. Didn't echo- there was

probably more furniture in here that he hadn't come into contact with yet. Experimentally, Tommy

stuck a foot out and waved it side to side, smacking a hard edge. He leaned towards the edge,

hands running over the smooth... wood? He licked it.

Yup. Wood. Plegh.

He knocked over the surface, until- there. Relatively hollow. A drawer. Tommy let his hands run

over it until he found the knob, pulling the thing open. There were things in it that were rolly, and

glass? They clinked together when they moved. Tommy dove his hands in and yelped when a

sharp edge caught his thumb. He went in more carefully the second time, picking one of the things

up. Sharp, needle at one end. Glass, glass- it wasn't hollow. He shook it. Liquid, then. Something

was swishing inside. Needles.

Tommy left the drawer open and dove for the pillow on the bed, taking the pillow out and opening

the case. Two could play that game. He grabbed the needles in the drawer one by one, throwing

them into the pillow case. He shook the drawer back and forth until there were no needles left in it.

His face split into an evil little gremlin grin as he twisted the free end of the pillow case and gently

placed the thing to hang over his back.

Tommy walked with one hand out until he met a wall. No furniture, nothing in the way. Absolutely

perfect. Tommy reeled back and flung the pillowcase towards the wall as hard as he could. The

needles smashed on impact, the absolutely satisfying sound of shattering glass following. Tommy

hit the pillowcase over and over, liquid dripping from the bottom and onto his feet. Footsteps

pounded outside the door, and Tommy waited.

The door flung open. Behind, but a bit to the left. The person stepped further into the room, but the

little puddles of liquid they'd stepped in gave away their position exactly. Tommy stepped forward

and swung- one pillowcase half ripped with needle points and small glass shards made for an

excellent weapon. The person shrieked as it caught them across the face, sending glass and needle

points right into their eyes.

Tommy shouldered past them as they fell, keeping a tight hold on his weapon. He knew this dance.

He knew this game.

Drug him, leave him helpless. Make him dependent. Unfortunately for these assholes though, this

big man didn't do anything the easy way. It was manipulative and Tommy really wasn't sure why

these idiots thought he couldn't do anything without his magic. Sure, he couldn't see. Whatever.

But more than half of what he did was guided by things that weren't his magic.

His footsteps echoed. Less, less, less- more echo off to the left. Tommy turned the corner and

darted, grinning as the shouts of surprise met his ears. Two people lunged at him- one was wearing

some kind of chain mail. It clinked when he moved, and clinked hard. Heavy, then. A tank.

Tommy ducked under their tackle and their own momentum sent them straight into a wall. No

metallic thunk, so dumbass probably wasn't wearing a helmet. The second person was lighter, no

chain mail- just cloth. It was a heavy, thick kind of cloth though. Stiff. Tommy just swung his

pillowcase in the direction of the sound and cackled when the iron smell of blood followed the

person's pained shriek.

It had taken Tommy a long time to figure out how to even use his magic. You don't stay alive in his

situation by fucking waiting for the solution to smack you on the ass. You stay alive by adapting.

Tommy's other senses were strong. He didn't need sight, he didn't need magic to kick some ass. It

was time these idiots learned that. The hallway abruptly stopped echoing, and Tommy grinned as

his hands came in contact with a door. He kept the pillow case away from his body, careful of the

glass shards and needle points sticking out of it- no need to give himself an infection. He ran his

palms over the door, finding the latch and throwing out open. He didn't run out blindly, stuck one

foot out carefully and felt for any stairs or dips. Finding none, Tommy whistled in a little birdsong

tune. More echoes, but much more than before- high ceiling, few items in the room. Tommy could

hear real birdsong floating around it, so windows? Open ones.

"I didn't think you'd be quite so resourceful," a voice hummed, somewhere to his left. Tommy

spun, trying to pinpoint it, but the person had to have been present before Tommy had entered the

room, because he hadn't heard any other doors open. "But I suppose that's to be expected. It was

in your file." Tommy grit his teeth. This room was too open, too echoey- it was hard to pinpoint the

exact location of the voice so he could swing his makeshift mace at them and then run.

"My name is Eret," the voice purred. They had a lowish timbre, nothing compared to Techno- and

they seemed remarkably calm for someone who was faced down with a kid with a bloody glass-

poked pillowcase. "I use they/them pronouns. You are Tommy- although your full name is

Theseus," a small click and something glass was sat down. Something else padded at the floor and

Tommy jolted. Still to the left- was Eret getting up? "He/him pronouns, yes? Or do you use other

pronouns?"

"He/him," Tommy tightened his hold on his pillowcase. "Bitch."

"Fair enough," Eret laughed. "I'm sure you're very confused. How about you come take a sit and I

can explain everything to you?"

"No chance in hell, asshole," Tommy snarled. "I'm getting out of here and you can fuck right off."

Eret laughed. "You know, I was really expecting you to be much more... pliant, after losing your

magic," a hand landed on his shoulder and Tommy nearly leapt into the air, curses leaving his lips.

He tried to swing his pillowcase at the figure, but Eret sidestepped and expertly twisted Tommy's

wrist. A sharp pain shot through his hand and Tommy dropped the case. It went down with more

glassey shatters, all the pieces clanking together. "I'm glad you're so full of life, though. You've

been awake for maybe ten minutes and you've already taken down three of the guards and sent the

rest into a frenzy." Eret's arm wrapped around his shoulder- and unlike Phil, their arm was

restricting. A promise of pain, not of safety.

"If you're good, I'll let you have your magic back," Eret hummed as they dragged Tommy. He

cursed and struggled, but nothing seemed to deter the other. Tommy's knees bumped into

something and he was forcibly sat down, Eret's sitting to his left and keeping one hand on

Tommy's shoulder. "Supervised, of course."

"What the fuck is your probl-" Tommy spat until a hand landed over his mouth, the grip hard.

"I've purchased and adopted you!" Eret sounded cheerful. Tommy kind of wanted to tell them that

Phil had already adopted him, but he settled for sinking his teeth into the flesh of Eret's hand. Eret

gasped and flung their hand back, clicking their tongue. They stood and Tommy braced just a

second too early, Eret's unbitten hand cracking over his face. "I am your parent now, understand?"

Eret cupped Tommy's opposite cheek, soothing where their hand had cracked across Tommy's

cheekbone. This fucking blowed. Phil had better hurry his ass up- Tommy was getting real sick of

this creepy mofo. "That means I need to set rules, and boundaries... and punish you when you

break them. We'll go over the house rules now, alright?" Eret kissed Tommy's forehead, a

mockery of what Phil had done... some time ago. Tommy wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep-

but he was revolted. He tried to jerk his head away, but Eret kept it there, smiling against Tommy's

forehead. "You'll like it here. I promise."

Tommy thought that was bullshit.

--

"I'm going to kill them."

"No, I'm going to kill them."

"Fuck off Wilbur, I'm our general-"

" Boys. "

"I'm perfectly good with a weapon-"

"Well I got Tommy to trust me first- "

" Boys. "

"That means shit all-"

" BOYS. "

Techno and Wilbur snapped their heads over to Phil, guilty expressions crossing both of their faces.

Phil sighed, closing his eyes and bringing his hands up to pinch at the bridge of his nose. He got it,

he really did. He was also stressed and terribly worried about Tommy, but this argument was

getting them nowhere.

"Knock it off, both of you," Phil opened one eye to glare at both of his sons, who shrunk back at

his irritation. "I'm worried for Tommy too, but we are not having a competition over who's killing

Eret, because it is going to be me. " Phil put up one hand as his sons opened their mouths, trying to

protest. "I'm the King of the Empire- if I kill him, it's a direct message. Either of you killing him

could have been an accident, or you going against my orders. It is important I handle Eret, you

understand?"

They nodded. They were clearly disappointed, but not mullish- they'd obey. Phil hummed, thinking

of the international backlash- if Techno were the one to kill Eret, people would whisper again

about Phil being unable to control his monster of a son. If Wilbur were the one to do it, it would

ruin Wilbur's reputation as the levelheaded mediator- his career as an ambassador would be ruined.

If Phil were to kill Eret, it would send the most impactful message. That Tommy was part of the

Empire- and that they did not take threats to their own lightly. If his sons killed Eret, it could be

considered a mistake. If Phil killed Eret, it couldn't be mistaken as anything but absolutely

intentional.

"Besides," Phil tilted his head up, grinning. "You two can go rescue Tommy."

"What if Tommy is with Eret?" Wilbur countered.

"Then I'll fight Eret and you two take care of any guards, and get Tommy out of there," Phil

hummed. He pressed a nail into the table in front of them, slightly rocking by the jet hitting

turbulence. "You're sure this floor plan is accurate, Punz?"

The mercenary nodded, eyes fixed on the map. "Absolutely, unless they've undergone major

renovations in the few days I've been gone."

"Excellent," Phil nodded. "Sam, Ponk, Punz, and Dream's team will go in first-" Phil moved the

little holograms forward. "Cause as many problems as possible. We will break off from them and

head straight for Tommy and Eret- Techno and Wilbur, you'll be able to sniff them out?"

Techno nodded, holding up the blanket Tommy'd left behind. It was still soaked in his smell, while

Wilbur had a spare neckerchief Punz had given him that apparently was Eret's. Phil nodded again,

the scents locked into the boys' internal trackers. Always came in handy.

"You boys will get Tommy out-" Phil lifted another finger, staring down his sons. " With no

arguing. Ponk, you'll be coming with us to take care of any injuries Tommy might've sustained."

Ponk merely nodded at the orders. Thankfully, he didn't let out another nyah - Techno was stressed

enough that he might've reached over and strangled Ponk if he did. "I will handle Eret. I want that

castle burned to the ground, you understand?"

The people around the table nodded.

"And Sam?" the creeper hybrid locked eyes with Phil immediately. He was smoking softly, and

this time, Phil didn't tell him off. "Please make an appointment with Puffy for Tommy."

"I will," Sam nodded. "She also got back to me on the whole moving into the castle thing- she's

agreed. She wants to meet Tommy first, but supposedly Tubbo is very excited about being friends

with a prince."

"Of course," Phil sighed fondly. "We can worry about that when this is over."

After he'd put his sword through Eret's heart.

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"Rule one," Eret was holding something rigid in their hands, something light and wobbly. Tommy

was ninety-nine percent sure it was a chart- Eret seemed like a chart kind of dumbass. "You are

not allowed out by yourself. I know you're a free spirit, little one," Eret cupped Tommy's cheek

again, the one they'd slapped, and Tommy resisted the urge to sink his teeth into the offending

hand again- but he didn't really want to get hit again. Techno, Phil, and Wilbur would come for

him, surely? "But it's quite dangerous out there. You will be accompanied by myself and a team of

guards at all times."

"Seems you have a lack of trust in your own security," Tommy tilted his head, Eret's hand lifting

off his face. The man smelled like a weird combination of iron and sandalwood- and Tommy was

quite sick of it. He could feel the restlessness in his bones, a shake in his veins as he desperately

tried to keep still. He never did well in closed spaces. Not anymore. "Kinda seems odd...

considering you live here."

"Accidents have happened before, Fundy," Eret hummed. Their breath stilled at the last word and

Tommy felt his brows furrow in confusion- Fundy? Who the hell was Fundy? "Tommy." Eret's

voice was lighter now, shaky and rougher. "My apologies, Tommy. Regardless... no going out by

yourself. Rule two- you will not have access to your magic. I know how much you adore it, little

love, but it is very dangerous. I can't help but think of how many ways you could get yourself hurt

using it and I absolutely cannot allow that. I'm sure you understand."

"My magic is a part of me," Tommy could feel it burning underneath his skin. Quiet, unreachable,

but still there. The drug was still in his veins, preventing him from accessing it- but the feel of

freedom stayed. He lifted his head, trying for where he thought Eret's was from the voice. "You

can drug me all you want, but the second you falter, I will rip the air from your lungs and watch

you choke. "

"I was worried you would have this reaction," Eret sighed. They sounded almost disappointed and

Tommy had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep his eyes from rolling. What a dumbass,

honestly- did they really think that Tommy was just going to roll over and let himself be

manipulated? Yeah, okay. Have a good time with that. "So I thought I'd get you some kind of

friend." papers shuffled, somewhere in front of Tommy and to his left. "Your file mentioned that

you would take practically any punishment doled out, corporal or otherwise, but that punishment to

others is the real way to your obedience. You're loyal, aren't you?"

"You don't have anyone here to punish on my behalf." Tommy couldn't help but roll his eyes that

time, listening to Eret click in disappointment again. Maybe if Eret had done this several years ago,

before Tommy was jaded, their bullshit might have worked. But Tommy had spent too long in

captivity, listening to manipulative bullshit. Besides, most people who tried to pull at others like

little puppets had to actually gain their trust first- Eret was proceeding like they'd already

established trust with Tommy. This idiot was so not poggers.

"I was thinking I could get you something for you to have," Eret almost sounded gentle there, like

they hadn't just threatened harm to other people in Tommy's stead. "Perhaps a pet? Do you prefer

dogs, cats, maybe a barnyard animal?"

"You say that like you don't know that my favourite animal is a cow. I'm pretty fucking sure that

that's on the goddamn file too."

"...rule three is no swearing, but since you were unaware, I'll let this one slide for now," Eret

passed at his head and Tommy jolted away from the touch, curling his lip up and bearing his teeth

in warning. "Of course I can get you a calf, little love. Your calf will be lashed for every break in

the rules, you understand? I do hate for it to be done-"

"If you hate it, then just don't do it," Tommy rolled his eyes again. The irritation was pulling at

him- there had to be an open window here somewhere, because Tommy could feel the breeze

blowing at his face, calling him out. Out to open skies, where the rushing wind was as much a

safety net as anything else could be. Where Tommy was most free. "Animal abuse is a choice."

"Not if you're making me. If you behave, your calf will not be harmed. See?"

"Oh, no no no, Big Them," Tommy fixed Eret with his best glare. At least he thought he did.

Wasn't really sure where Eret's face was, and without his magic, he couldn't check. So irritating.

Tommy honestly could not wait until Phil and the others got here, because he was getting real

fucking sick of this. "You are choosing to be abusive. Nobody's making you but yourself- that

whole 'I wouldn't do this if you would just behave' bullshit is called coercion, fucker, and it

doesn't work when people know exactly where you're going with it. I'm not a toy for you and I'm

not your fucking son."

Tommy?

He blinked, twitching his ears as mumbles started up in his head again. God, Tommy was enjoying

the- oh fuck it he missed Chat.

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One of these days, Tommy would gather up the courage to ask Chat what they smoke. Whatever it

was, he wanted some. Seemed like some good mushrooms alright.

Don't be scared Tommy! Dadza is on his way- they're about to come through the doors! You'll be

okay, we told them.

PerkyWombat, I've said this before and I'll say it again. You are one wholesome motherfucker.

"Besides," Tommy relaxed back in his chair, cutting off whatever Eret had been rambling about

before Tommy'd interrupted them. "What really made you think you could go against the Empire

and win?"

Eret really does have a punchable face. Hey Tommy, your pillowcase from hell is under Eret's

chair, if you dropped you could fit, you funky biological weapon, you.

sailingthenightsea is right, smack them with the biohazard!

Yeah, uncapped needles just sitting in a drawer. Who does that? You're just asking for a blood

disease there. Eret paused, probably waiting to say something stupid like the idiot they were, when

the birds stopped chirping outside. Tommy froze, turning his head just in time for the blast. He

could feel the shockwave, but large and soft hands planted over his ears, the iron-sandalwood of

Eret leaning further into his personal space as Eret protected his ears from the blast.

Tommy inhaled and coughed, breathing in little dust particles. He was gathered to Eret's stupid

chest, just in time for the door to fly open. He really hoped Chat was right- that it was Phil.

It is. Listen to us next time we say to yeet, okay?

Yeah. Tommy was pretty sure he could handle that.

--

The guards towards the front of the castle were laughably easy to take care of. Ponk jumped on

one, swiftly tying a cloth around his throat and dragging him off into the bush after tapping his

partner's helmet down to cover his eyes, and slitting his throat into a pretty little red smile. Blood

dropped off his blade, off onto the ground below Phil's feet, but he wanted more. He was going to

make a painting, something both beautiful and horrendous, a complete show of power. Sam

slammed the butt end of his trident into the other guard's skull and he collapsed. He was tossed off

the raised edge, and with a splash, down he went to the river below. What a pity.

Drowning didn't bleed anyone out.

Phil kept an eye out for his sons- Wilbur had his daggers out, hood up, but his eyes were shone a

dangerous red through the shadows cast over his face. Phil made a little clicking sound, and

Wilbur's slitted pupils immediately darted over. Alert, then, not being overcome by the bloodlust.

Techno hadn't moved from where he was shadowing Wilbur, a larger and broader figure not

allowing himself less than a foot apart from Wilbur at all times.

"They're in the same place," Wilbur muttered quietly. Sam quickly split off, leaning down briefly

to whisper something in Ponk's ear before taking off. He'd be helping Sapnap set up explosives

around the castle, to turn this place into less than rubble. Technically, this territory was far too

South for the Empire to conveniently use it as a colony, and even then- the ground was relatively

infertile. Was mostly mountainous and rocky, although Techno had a theory about the potential

mines deep in the mountains. They were beautiful, however, so Phil was thinking of just sectioning

the country off and colonizing it as part of the Empire, both to preserve the landscape and to give

his sons a place to vacation where they wouldn't be harassed. "The scents have the same trail.

According to Punz's map, I'm pretty sure they're in the throne room."

Phil nodded. He slunk forwards, guards shouting as they noticed the group. They were approached

with swords, palms bristling with magic, guns loaded. Phil side stepped the bullets, wings pulled

tight to his body. Wilbur dropped to the floor, pulling out his crossbow. Wilbur always fought like

a dance- he spun on the floor like he hadn't been bothered in the slightest, tight clothes not catching

on slightly raised tiles as he pulled the trigger- pop, one two three, the guards dropped, their metal

clanging as they went.

A four five six-

One of Sapnap and Sam's bombs went off, explosions rattling the castle as more guards yelled.

Phil pulled his own sword, running one guard through a chink in the armour, letting the blood slide

of his blade and coat his shoes. A grin stretched across his face, and oh god, had it been too long

since Phil had waltzed with lady Death. People bled out on the floor around him by Phil's blade,

glimmering with enchantments. Every time Wilbur tired, he would look at Phil's gold earrings and

have his energy renewed- Techno merely stormed ahead, ignoring the bodies in his way.

He was larger, taller than they were- it didn't matter what they were wearing or what they were

doing in their attempts to stop him. They weren't getting through him. Techno disappeared down a

hallway, his pink hair tied back in a tight bun. A few strands had escaped Wilbur's many bobby

pins, and they bounced as Techno raced down the hallway. Phil hummed a bit and lopped off a

head, motioning with his head towards Wilbur.

"Ponk." Phil turned his head towards his soldier, watching as Ponk was jumping on one leg, his

spiked boot out threateningly. Why was he- ah. White socks. Didn't want blood in them. Ponk

paused in waving his boot and shouting gibberish at the cowering soldiers, turning his head to look

Phil in the eyes. "We're going ahead. Clean up the rabble and come join us in the throne room."

"Of course, your Highness!" Ponk saluted Phil with his boot, smacking himself in the forehead

with the toe. He cursed at his own shoe before lobbing it at the guards, yelling something about

vengeance.

Phil followed his boys down the hallway, blood puddles splashing under his feet. He spotted the

odd chunk of skin, bite marks apparent- so Techno was not having it today, it seemed.

Neither was Phil. His blade glittered in his hands, and Phil curled his fingers, readjusting his grip

around the hilt. He had a Sharpness V enchantment with Eret's name on it.

Chapter End Notes

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Chapter Notes

HAPPY THURSDAY, HOW ARE YOU ALL DOING??? I made snickerdoodle bars,

I wanted snickerdoodle cookies but then I sliced my hand on the grater when I was

making potatoes earlier, and I did not want blood in cookies, so I made bars instead of

cookies cause I don't have to roll those.

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Chat was roaring in the back of his head, a steady chant of caws. Their anger had dissolved their

once completely present voices, turning it into a shriek of carrion birds that were ready to feast on a

corpse. Techno could almost see them, or see how his father saw them- dark, glistening bodies,

flying steadily through the air with black wings spread, beaks clicking, eyes focused below. They

would follow soldiers, in older times, to battle, as there would be dead body after body to feast on

after the massacre. Crows would follow soldiers like Technoblade, who felled enemies in his wake

and left a trail of decomposing flesh behind him.

They followed warriors like Philza, who led his armies to victory, regardless of the men lost in his

wake. They did not follow cowards like Eret, or diplomats like Wilbur- Techno and Phil knew the

burden of the crows' bloodlust better than most. Techno could almost see it- one landed by his foot

and plucked an eye absently out of one of the dead soldiers. Techno had taken bites out of a few

necks, tearing jugulars and bearing his tusks at anyone who stepped too close. He had stared down

at a body as it fell, the person's chestplate and neck guard put on incorrectly. They were young-

just a bit older than Tommy. Their throat was missing most of its front, windpipe crushed in

Techno's jaws.

Maybe before any of this happened, he might have felt sympathy for them. He might have reigned

his bloodlust in, aided in pushing the youngest of their rank out of the doors and to safety. This was

not that day- because Techno looked down at the blood pooling by his feet and he felt nothing but

rage. Every time he saw a dead body slumped over in a corner, on the floor, or pinned to the walls

by their own sword, he saw Tommy. Tommy's face, Tommy's stupid nest of hair, Tommy's too-

blue eyes. He saw Tommy and he raged all over again.

The bloodlust wasn't healthy. It never had been- and Techno had lost himself to it too many times.

Chat would scream in his ears, demand blood- a sacrifice for their patron. They called him the

Blood God, they cheered the title when he won competitions. Techno brought enemies down to

their knees and he always stayed standing, but- this. Family was his weakness and they all knew it.

Someone had threatened that. He was going to find Eret and he was going to take Tommy back. In

Techno's opinion, Phil was far too good to ever have blood on his hands, but- Techno would let

him do as he pleased. If he hesitated for even a moment, though, Techno would finish it, the

rumors be damned. Tommy's smell was heavy in his nostrils, a trail leading him forward. Techno

knew that Phil would be on his way- in all honesty, was probably right behind him, but he was so

damn focused that it didn't matter right now.

Tommy's blanket used to be Techno's blanket, when he was a little kid. Phil had found him and

Wilbur hiding in the cracks of the Nether, a place few travellers ever visited. High risk, high

reward- it killed people dumb enough to not come prepared.

Wilbur and Techno had been six, almost seven. They were twins, and while Techno looked piglin

enough to pass, Wilbur did not. He had pink hair, but he was not broad and had almost non-existent

tusks. The other piglins called him a runt when they pushed him around, too close to ledges over

lava pools, and said Techno was better off without him. Techno never abandoned family, so when

they decided to kill Wilbur, calling him a drain on their resources- Techo grabbed Wilbur and ran

and they never once looked back. Phil found them a few days later, Techno pressing Wilbur behind

him into the netherrack, arms spread and jaw squared, ready to take any blows.

Wilbur was fine in the Overworld. He adapted quickly, not needing the heat like Techno did. He

hadn't said anything to Phil when they were brought home about how stupid cold the place was,

but Techno had walked into his room one day and found a soft and fluffy blue blanket, the

Empire's crest embroidered into the corner, and hadn't put it down since. Over time, he had

acclimated, and his body started putting off enough heat for him to be comfortable, but he'd kept

the thing. He had wanted Tommy to have it, wanted Tommy to have a reminder that he was

Techno's family now. Whether the little gremlin liked it or not.

He could distantly hear voices, shuffling and speaking in the background, explosions popping

around him as he ran. He spun around a spray of dust and pieces of rock flying from one of Sam's

fungus-bombs, and launched himself forward. He hit the large, double oak doors with a shoulder,

reeling back at how easy they moved under his weight. The one door slammed into the wall,

making a large cracking sound.

Blonde messy hair, tall for his age but way too skinny, still in the clothes Phil had given him, the

ones that really made Tommy look like the Empire's Prince. On his other side was someone

Techno had at this point only seen in pictures. Stupidly groomed brown hair, sunglasses with pure

white eyes just peering over the rims. A white dress shirt, a red-and-gold royal overcoat. Black

pants, black boots- Techno hated them. He slung his axe off from his back, tightening his fingers

around the hilt and grinning at Eret.

Eret blanched, and Techno didn't bother pulling back on the bloodlust. Maybe if Tommy could see

then he would have- he didn't want to scare his little brother, but as it stood, Eret was the only one

capable of being scared by him.

"You're going to get your hands off my brother, " Techno snarled, grinning in no small amount of

glee as Chat screeched victory in his head. "Or you're going to lose them." It was a fact- known,

natural, and Techno relished in the way Eret's face shut down, their hands lowering from where

they had been cupping Tommy's ears. Protecting him from the explosions, then? Techno might

even ask Phil to make Eret's death just bleeding out instead of torture.

Chat was cooing, and Techno felt irritation rise heavy in his throat at how Tommy was missing his

cape, his earrings gone. Of course Eret was the sort of bastard who would remove what Techno

had made for his pack- those gifts needed to be back on Tommy. Techno mentally made a note to

make Tommy more earrings the second they got home.

"Sovereign Eret," Phil greeted coolly. Techno twitched one of his ears, hearing two sets of

footsteps come up behind him. He didn't need to look- he had heard Phil and could smell a bit of

Wilbur's blood from a small cut. Techno wanted to pin his ears back and whine, but Wilbur had a

hand on his shoulder, and Techno refocused. His littermate was fine- littermate is okay, he is

capable and strong - but the baby of their pack wouldn't be, when he was still far too close to Eret

for Techno's comfort - call Wilbur a runt again, we dare you - and he was about to bring his axe

back up, swing it into Eret's stupid face, when-

Tommy whirled around in Eret's grasp, dodging Eret's attempts to keep him still, and he slammed

his elbow into the side of Eret's cheek. Wilbur barked out a startled laugh, his crossbow clicking in

his hands, one of Eret's teeth flying out from his lips from Tommy's elbow. Tommy pulled himself

away and flung his little body in their direction, opening his mouth-

And there was the barking laughter Techno loved. By god, it was obnoxious, irritating, and one of

these days it was going to give him a migraine like no other. But today, for today, it was the best

sound he'd ever heard.

"I'm completely blind, fuckers!" Tommy shrieked. "So someone grab me before I hit a wall!"

Techno moved before Wilbur could, sliding forwards and to the side where Tommy was careening

towards a half-cracked pillar. He grabbed at the kid, slinging him into his arms and burying his

nose into Tommy's hair. Eret smelled like something stupid - was that sandalwood? - and Techno

huffed. He wasn't entirely pleased that Tommy didn't smell like his soap anymore, so that was the

first order of business when they got home.

"Where are your earrings?" Techno mournfully traced the edge of Tommy's ears, huffing irritably

at the lack of metal on his brother. Wilbur, thankfully, had chosen to wear his golden braces and

Phil was also in his golden crown and earrings, so Techno wasn't quite as focused on them. "And

are you hurt anywhere?" a wave of guilt washed down his throat, like whisky on an empty

stomach- he should have asked the hurt question first, who cared if Tommy had earrings in?

Techno really needed to stop letting his instincts get the best of him.

"Eret slapped me," Tommy grumbled. Techno could feel his pupils dilate as he considered ripping

Eret's head off right there. "Bitchass also had a bunch of uncapped needles in a drawer they were

going to stab me with. Honestly, this fucker knows nothing about lab safety-" Tommy didn't even

pause in his rambling when Techno picked him up, a low rumble starting in Techno's chest and

vibrating Tommy's hands. Tommy clung on like a little koala, mouth still running a mile a minute

just slightly too loud right next to Techno's sensitive ear. "-did they want me to get a blood

disease? Because improperly contained needles are how you get blood diseases-" Techno flicked

the ear closest to Tommy, grinning as it smacked at his nose. Tommy just stuck his tongue out and

licked it and Techno gagged over the sound of Wilbur's wheezing.

"Stop it, you fucking gremlin-"

"Pay attention to me-"

"I am paying attention, what have you been doing- DON'T LICK MY EAR- and you don't even

have the earrings on, did Eret break them? Where-"

"I have them in my inventory, dickhead! I only took them off cause-"

"WELL PUT THEM ON THEN-"

"STOP YELLING AT ME!"

--

His boys - all three of them - disappeared out the doors Techno had come through. Tommy was

yelling something about bloodborne pathogens, but Eret was standing with a dangerous look in

their eyes and a gun in their hand. Phil chanced a glance back, wanting to see once again, just for

himself- Tommy was okay. Alive, kicking and making a nuisance of himself in Techno's arms with

Wilbur carefully guarding them, his crossbow loaded and drawn to fire. Tommy glared back in

their direction and lifted his hands from where they'd been clutching at Techno's neck. Despite his

grumbles, Techno just adjusted his carry to let Tommy hang on without hands- and Tommy sent

two middle fingers in Phil's direction. They were more headed towards Phil than they were

towards Eret, but it was the thought that counts.

Death for the death god.

Bleed him out, Philza.

"With pleasure." Phil hummed lowly, under his breath, before spinning on his heel and stepping

forward and around, sinking the blade of his sword into Eret's hand. The Sharpness V slid into the

flesh, carving through bone like butter, and Eret shrieked as the nerves connecting their fingers to

their brain were severed, leaving them unable to hold or pull the trigger of their gun. The stupid

little pistol clattered to the floor, and Phil lazily ran his eyes over Eret's pants, finding the press of

a few sheathed daggers. Wasn't like they could do much with them now anyway, so Phil left it be.

"Sovereign Eret. I do wish we could have met under better circumstances."

"He is mine, " Eret hissed, lowly. They swung at Phil's face, something crazed in his eyes. Phil

ducked, not bothering to bring his blade up- it was unnecessary. "I purchased him, I loved him-"

"You can't purchase kids, mate," Phil ducked again, neatly tilting his head to avoid one of Eret's

wild swings. Their eyes were slowly darkening from the pure white they'd always been- according

to the information Phil had obtained, they just had strange eyes. They never manifested any magic,

even if their eyes made them look like they could. "You'll quite find that they're their own

people." Phil ducked. "Resourceful." he smacked the flat edge of his sword against Eret's face,

right in the cheek. "Wild." That was for slapping Tommy, asshole. "Not something for purchase.

You wanted something little and loving? Should have gotten a fucking dog."

Phil kicked out, Eret's knee snapping inwards with a sick crack, the leg kicking back, malformed.

They dropped to their good knee, groaning in pain, and Phil slid the tip of his sword under their

throat. The edge left a small cut, beads of red trickling down their throat. Phil paused, Eret's

sunglasses having flown off their face in the struggle. Tears welled in the corners of their eyes.

"A dog, a cat, hell, even a fox would have-"

"My son, my son," Eret was full-on sobbing now. They were lost, the glazed expression coming

back tenfold. "They killed my son- Fundy, Fundy, Fundy-"

"Grief makes a person do terrible things," Phil mused, tilting his head. Eret leaned into the blade

and it dug deeper into their throat, sending gushes of red down their shirt, poppies of blood

blooming over their collar. "I can't forgive what you've done here."

"You will give him back -" Eret snarled like a wild animal, teeth bared and flashing the same way

Techno's did when he was lost to his instincts. " Give my son back- "

Maybe Eret could have been saved. Maybe the kindest thing would have been to kill them. Phil

wasn't entirely sure, wanted to weigh his options- but Eret pressed harder into the blade, cutting

into their own carotid artery. Maybe they could have been saved- Phil had always thought everyone

could be saved, with a pepper of patience and ceaseless care, some therapy, and some medication

to help the brain with the production of serotonin. Maybe Eret could have been saved.

But beyond anything, beyond anyone- Phil knew he was selfish.

Kill.

Kill.

Kill.

Death for the death god, Philza.

WE'RE NOT CHANTING THAT RIGHT NOW, Korokapot!

Phil swung his arm back. His sword cleaved through Eret's neck with a clean swipe, and the old

sovereign's head tumbled to the ground at his feet. Phil lifted a foot and kicked the body by the

shoulder, watching it slump like a puppet with its strings cut, blood gushing from the wound.

Phil closed Eret's eyes before he turned on his heel and followed the sound of his boys' bickering.

The murder feasted.

Chapter End Notes

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Cuddles, more cuddles

Chapter Summary

Hey so I'm sleepy have a chapter

Chapter Notes

Void was sad that I did not include yelling at them in my Things I Did Today list from

yesterday so:

TODAY I YELLED AT VOID

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Tommy's earrings brushed against his neck as he shuffled, his face buried in Wilbur's ribcage. He

had the blanket Phil'd given him wrapped around his shoulders, Wilbur's arm on top of it, and had a

little cow plush hugged tight to his chest. It was really soft, had lots of fur.

Sapnap had thrown it at him and said something along the lines of "my condolences for your

kidnapping". Strange way to give... uhh, condolences but Tommy would take it. He liked the

plush- smelled a little bit like smoke. But not bad smoke, smoke like maple wood burning. It was a

nice smell. Tommy would tell Sapnap that he smelled nice and thank-you for the nice-smelling

cow plushie, but for some reason he figured that might not go over well. Wilbur shifted his legs a

bit and it nudged his hip, and Tommy whined a little bit as his perch was disturbed. Wilbur'd been

laying down peacefully on the couch, watching his show, and Tommy had crawled over and felt a

little sliver of space between Wilbur and the back of the couch. So naturally, he'd wedged himself

in and demanded cuddles. He was cold! Wilbur and Techno put out lots of heat. Sue him.

"I'm just shifting Toms, relax," Wilbur huffed playfully and Tommy snuggled harder into his

ribcage, pulling his stuffie up to run his hands over it some more. It'd been a day or so since he'd

been brought back home - was kind of hard for him to tell, considering that he couldn't see - and

Tommy felt like he'd spent the majority of it sleeping. The drug wasn't fully out of his system yet-

Ponk had run a blood test and there were still traces of it. Apparently it had a half-life of thirty

minutes, which explained why Tommy could feel his magic under the surface, but tests on the

people recovered from the slavers had found that the drug wouldn't completely go until two to

seven days had passed. "You named your cow yet?"

Needless to say, Tommy was not allowed to jump out of any windows until the seven day mark. He

didn't particularly want to become a pancake, but man. A week was a long time. He huffed irritably

and smushed his chin into Wilbur's side.

"You could call him Wilbur Junior."

"That's a terrible name. I'm going to call him Henry."

Wilbur scoffed. "Wilbur is not a terrible name."

"Yes it is," Tommy wrinkled his nose. "It's all- smelly. Smelly and stinky." Tommy poked Wilbur's

rib. "Reminds me of smelly and stinky people."

"Excuse you, you little gremlin-" Wilbut twisted around but Tommy was solidly behind him. He

just pressed his nose into Wilbur's side and whined, loud and high. It left a slight ache in his throat.

" Technooooooo ," Tommy whined, squirming. "Wilby's bullying m-"

"Did you just call me Wilby? "

"No," Tommy felt the heat rise to his cheeks as the door clicked open, Techno's heavy footsteps

following. "No. No, I did not call you-"

"You did, you did, you just called me Wilby- "

"I did not call you Wilby!"

"You did, you called me fucking Wilby-"

"Oi dickhead-"

"Are you embarrassed? Are you emba-"

"Hey dickhead! "

"-rrassed cause you called me Wilby -"

"I did not call you-"

Wilbur finally managed to turn himself all the way around, his arms gathering Tommy to his chest

as a wild purr erupted out of his throat.

"Awwww, Tommyyyyyy-" Wilbur nosed at the junction between his neck and shoulder, huffing.

His purr rattled Tommy's hands and he brought Henry away from Wilbur's chest. "You can call me

Wilby if you want Tommy, no need to be embarrassed."

"I don't want to call you Wilby." Tommy headbutted Wilbur's chest. Wilbur cooed a bit at him, the

purr rumbling up his throat. Tommy had liked how the piglin twins had mood vocalizations before,

but now that he didn't even have his magic, he appreciated it even more. Even the simple grunts

and growls and whines were enough to tell Tommy how they were feeling- so much of speech is

dependent on body language, mannerisms, expressions. Tommy didn't have the luxury of being

able to spot them, and having not been born blind, he could clearly tell the difference between the

before and the now in terms of how easy it was to communicate. He stumbled, he answered

rhetorical questions, he often mistook crying for laughing. The piglins made it so easy for him.

"Hmm," Wilbur koala'd around him, rubbing his cheek over the top of Tommy's head. Tommy's

ears were buried in Wilbur's shirt, but he could still hear Techno approach. Wilbur scooted them

over and opened his arms a bit, letting Techno slot himself into their little pile. God, they were so

clingy. And Tommy was not clingy. Not a chance. Techno's fingers gently poked at his ears,

checking that the jewelry wasn't pulling at anything, before he slotted his chin on Tommy's

shoulder. It was really warm between two Nether-born people. It was like wearing a parka, but-

Tommy could feel his eyes drifting closed, a hum rising on his lips as fogginess took over. He was

used to not really getting enough sleep out on the streets, and some of the withdrawl from the

magic blockers often made him hella tired. Most of the time he would fight it, instead of sinking

right in, but Wilbur's purr was steady on his cheek with Techno's echoing at his back, and Techno's

hails were scratching at his head with just the right amount of pressure.

And this time, Tommy was confident he could fall asleep and wake up safe.

"Toms?" Wilbur hummed over his purr, over the sound of Wilbur's show still going lightly in the

background. Television never really did much for Tommy. "You fallin' asleep, bud?"

"No," Tommy listened for the rise and fall of Wilbur's chest, staying still so Techno would pet his

hair more. " You're falling asleep."

"Of course, gremlin," Wilbur kissed his forehead. "Wanted to ask you something, though."

"Whaaaaat." Tommy whined. He didn't want to answer questions, he wanted to nap. This was all

terribly inconvenient. There was a fog over his head, pulling him under. He didn't want to do

anything except maybe daydream a bit, slip under Wilbur's arms and trust Techno to watch his

back. He was starting to lose feeling in his limbs, and they felt miles apart, despite them not being

starfish spread.

"We're signing you up for therapy, kiddo," Techno spoke from behind, scratching more at his scalp

and Tommy melted into it. "Her name is Puffy. She's real nice, good with kids. She has two little

gremlins of her own- Ranboo and Tubbo. We're going to set you guys up for some playdates so

you'll have a few friends."

"'M too old for playdates. " Tommy complained.

"They'll also be your attendants, bubs," Wilbur shifted a leg over Tommy so he could wrap it

around one of Techno's too-big calves. "They'll help you with your classes, get you around the

castle, help you get dressed-"

"Not a baby." Tommy tried to thwack at Wilbur's chest, but judging by the feel against his palm,

he'd accidentally hit his chin. Tommy opened his mouth to apologize but Wilbur made a chuf -

chuf -chuf at him and nuzzled at his head again.

"Of course, it's just that some of the more complicated pieces need help... like when we hold balls,

bubba? You'll have to wear very fancy outfits, and they have about four layers and fourteen

hundred different pins and pieces and blegh. Damn near impossible to put on by yourself."

"Do you have attendants?"

"Of course. So does Dad."

"Okay then. I'll think about it." Tommy closed his eyes and whined a bit. He wanted sleep.

"There's no thinking about it, kid-" Techo huffed a laugh and Tommy reared back his elbow, a

certified Killing Machine, and smacked Techno's chest. The man let out a little oof when it

connected.

"Be quiet, sleep now. I answered your question, lemme nap," Tommy kicked Wilbur's knee, too,

just to prove that he was the alpha male here. "I'm the alpha male and I wanna nap."

"Apologies, your royal highness," Techno headbutted the back of his head and Tommy wriggled

some more. They needed to just- stop talking. Furnaces don't talk, Techno. Furnaces are quiet and

warm. "We shall silence ourselves so you may nap."

" Royal pain in the assis more like it-"

Tommy flicked his chin and didn't even feel sorry when Wilbur pretended to be gravely injured.

He was not sorry. He was not cuddling, either.

Fuck off Chat.

"I have a question for you guys," Tommy poked at Wilbur's chest, and his brothers hummed at

him. "Did you see anyone in Eret's castle? Blonde hair, purple eyes, purple hoodie- wearing one of

those kill bracelets. His name is Purpled."

"No, didn't see anyone who matched that description," Wilbur frowned and Tommy could feel his

lips tugging down from where he had leaned his face against Tommy's. "Why? Did you know

them?"

"He was the one who kidnapped me, but I don't think he had a choice. He was funny, though."

"...do you want us to go find him?"

"He needs that bracelet off or it's going to kill him."

"Sounds like an ish- him. "

"Techno!"

--

Well this was. Less than ideal, if Purpled was being honest.

He'd known shit was going to go down the second that he brought Tommy back to the castle, and

Eret had just waved him off when he'd demanded the bracelet be removed, too focused on their

new son. They said they'd deal with it later, in a few hours, after Tommy had woken and

acclimated himself. Purpled had seen the Empire in action though and he knew damn well that Eret

was not making it out of that confrontation alive.

So he'd dipped. Retreated, ran away, what the fuck ever. The difference between Purpled and the

other guards in the castle was that Purpled wasn't missing the entire front of his jugular and his

windpipe was intact, thank you very much. As cool as it would be to finally be taken the fuck out,

Purpled still had things to do. Espresso to drink. People to not die to.

He'd packed his shit and he'd climbed out a window, and he'd taken off running. The tracker on

his bracelet was blinking red and Purpled knew he was being followed- it was just a matter of time

until they caught up to him, really. Hopefully Punz would put in a good word for him.

Punz had almost been... like an older brother to Purpled, while they were both there. But Purpled

and Punz differed in that Punz was a paid employee who chose to be there, and Purpled constantly

had his life dangled over his head, forcing him to be there. Their relationship had never really taken

off- Purpled didn't understand why Punz would work for someone like Eret, but money goes

where money goes, he supposed.

He just hoped that he could play the 'I'm a teenager and had no choice' card when the Empire

finally did catch up to him. He was running out of time, anyway. He'd snagged a few vials of the

anti-magic blockers and had refilled his bracelet once. But he only had two more vials left, and it

injected a bit every hour. The things had an emergency stop in them, where they'd activate the kill

switch if the drug ran out. Purpled wasn't looking forward to finding out if the kill switch was

actually going to murder him.

He just hoped the Empire had a good lockpick. Although, considering his last interaction with

them, after kidnapping their Prince, it was more likely that they were just going to let it happen. His

wrist ached with the phantom feeling, and Purpled wondered how it would feel to bleed out.

The bushes rustled outside of his camp, a twig snapping- it wouldn't have been an animal. Purpled

made enough noise in here to scare them all off and the fire was enough to keep most of them

away. A person.

Purpled snapped his head up and swallowed hard, grabbing his daggers and gun and carefully

loading it. He wasn't going down without a fight.

Get the Man a Triple Espresso

Chapter Summary

Happy Tuesday

Chapter Notes

Hello people!! I skipped yesterday's update, had to finish and hand in the last of my

assignments for school. Was too busy to write. SO welcome to the week and here's a

chapter!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

"-can call me Puffy," now, Tommy couldn't really tell whether or not this Puffy was smiling, but it

sounded like she was. Her voice was gentle, calming, faint hints of a foreign accent in how she

pronounced her vowels and softened her consonants. "I'm going to be your therapist." Something

shuffled on Puffy's end on the com and the one earbud Techno had stuck in his left ear gently

piped up, narrating that Puffy had just readjusted pn her chair and picked up some papers.

"Hi Puffy," Tommy wasn't sure how to feel about this. His hands were shaking a little bit, breezes

over his skin barely picking up. He still wasn't back to normal and he felt vulnerable- his bro- the

twins. The twins weren't in the room, something about privacy and personal matters. Tommy

clutched his blanket and ran a comforting hand over Henry. He didn't want Puffy to see his stuffie,

not yet. "I don't need therapy. I don't need to be fixed. " Tommy wrinkled his nose. Sam had set up

his communicator; it would read out messages to him and he would respond verbally. It would type

them out. When he was on a call, like this one, it'd narrate what was going on so he didn't have to

guess. Tommy liked it. It made his life a whole lot easier when he couldn't just brush up against

and find out what was there.

"Therapy isn't about fixing," Puffy kept up the calm, stable tone. She didn't react to his jab the way

that Tommy would have expected her to, and something in him relaxed at the easy-going attitude.

"Therapy gives you a set of tools to deal with problems in your own life. If you struggle with

paranoid or self-deprecating thoughts, therapy can help you learn how to battle these thoughts and

overcome them. If you struggle with communication towards your loved ones, therapy can help

bridge those gaps. I think that everyone should be going to therapy, and it is not something that

fixes you, because you're not broken or in need of repair. It just makes your daily life and

relationships easier to manage."

"You should be a radio host," Tommy decided. He dragged Henry into his lap, and when the

communicator didn't beep with her changing expressions or having aggressive body language, he

relaxed and buried his face in the plush. "You have a radio host voice."

Puffy laughed. "Why thank you, Tommy. I'm glad you find it soothing."

"So what's the whole point of this?"

"Just to get to know you," more shuffling sounds and the earbud informed Tommy that Puffy had

moved again and started flipping through the papers. "Okay Tommy, so just to begin today: I'm

Puffy, as you know. We'll meet every week at this time, either on the coms or in-person,

whichever you prefer that week. My office is a complete safe space. You can bring your fuzzy

friend there," the earbud told Tommy that Puffy was pointing at his cow. "People have eaten in

here, cried in here- this is a judgement-free space, alright?"

"Okay." Tommy buried his face in Henry's fur, checking for Wilbur and Techno's familiar smells.

"In terms of your privacy," Puffy flipped through another page. "King Philza is your legal guardian

now, as the adoption papers did go through, and he signed off on the paper here that lets you come

to these sessions. That being said, however, no one is told what goes on. I will never disclose what

we speak of- when you speak to me in this therapy environment, it is completely confidential.

There are only two exceptions to this confidentiality agreement: if you say that you are planning to

hurt others or yourself. In that case, I would need to inform the appropriate authorities of just that,

and not anything else we talk about. In your case, the appropriate authority is King Philza. As well,

while I can guarantee confidentiality while we are both in my office, while we are doing this online

communicator set-up, I'm sure you understand that there are inherent privacy risks, of people

eavesdropping or other issues on your end. I cannot do anything about that, so I will leave securing

your own privacy into your hands. If you feel that you are being listened in on, then we can always

stop our session and reschedule another time. Is this all okay with you?"

Tommy nodded. He was pretty confident that none of them were going to eavesdrop- he knew that

Wilbur and Techno, with their hearing, were outside training just to avoid that exact situation

happening. "Yes."

"Excellent," the earbud whispered that Puffy wrote something on the paper, and then flipped to a

new page. "Also, you will have my communicator number to set up appointments. My

communicator number is not an emergency service, so if you are in crisis, you need to reach out to

crisis responders. For most clients, I would say to call an ambulance or the police, but in your case,

I do believe Wilbur counts as a crisis and Techno counts as service, so I do suggest you tell your

family." Puffy laughed at her own joke and Tommy joined right along. His cheeks were hurting

from how hard he was laughing. "Lastly, as I will be in the castle with my boys from this point

forward, I need you to understand that while we are not in therapy, I am not your therapist. I will,

of course, still offer you support, but we will not be communicating therapy matters when not in

therapy, or by communicator. Is this okay with you?"

"Yeah," Tommy nodded. "It makes sense. You have a life too."

"Thank you Tommy," Puffy made another mark on her papers. "Now that we're done with all that

stuffy paperwork, I'd just like to go over some of your... history. You can tell me as much or as

little as you please."

"My history?"

"Yes. You were young when you got your magic... it says your mother was killed."

"Yeah... yeah, she was."

"Do you remember it?"

Tommy thought back. He hadn't seen her die; he'd only heard the screams. He remembered his last

moments before some kind of crippling numbness took his eyes, black chasing away any colour,

any vision that Tommy had. He remembered touching her blood, how sticky it was on his hands.

Air in his lungs and air in the world around him, and how he had felt every brush from a whirring

roof fan despite it being so far away, and everything had been loud. So loud.

"...yeah," clutching onto the back of his mother's coat as she threatened to leave him behind. She

never hit him, but by god, did she hate him. She would only feed him after she had eaten, made

him do chores that would swell up his little fingers until they were purpled-bloomed and bruised.

Bring home one-night stands constantly, get way too drunk, and tell him with a shaking voice that

he was too much like his father. "I can't decide if I hate her or not."

"Oh?"

"She was mean, she was..." Tommy trailed off. "She never said it, but- but I don't think she

wanted to have me. She wouldn't hit me, but she'd say mean things and then she'd make me do

chores. She'd leave me behind in the market and be disappointed when I showed up again later.

She drank a lot."

Puffy hummed, and the earbud informed him that she was writing something down. "I'm just going

to be taking some notes here, Tommy. Does alcohol remind you of her?"

"Yeah," Tommy could remember tripping over beer bottles and cleaning up spills, the burn in his

eye from the one time his mother poured a glass of vodka over his head and told him to shut his

mouth. "I don't... I don't like the smell."

"Have you told King Philza that?"

"...no?" Tommy made a confused face. "Why would I?"

"It seems that alcohol is a bit of a trigger for you," Puffy proded, gently. "King Philza can make

sure you can avoid it, or that your exposure to it is helpful instead of harmful. I think you should let

him know, Tommy, and then he can help you."

"You won't tell him?"

Puf y is tapping her pen against her forehead. She is smiling. "No."

"I'll... I'll tell him then."

"Thank you, Tommy. Now moving back to what you said about your mother. First, I want you to

understand that all your feelings towards her are completely valid, even if they're complicated..."

--

"Hey," Purpled stared. Stared some more. The person before him was wearing a multicoloured

hood that covered his head and mouth, a black jacket, red and white pants. An Empire crest was

carefully embroidered onto one sleeve, and Purpled swallowed hard. He knew that the Empire

would send their attack dogs after him, but he'd truthfully thought he'd at least have a little more

time. "Hey kid, child, kiddo, tot, toddler-" the man made a bunch of fingerguns, "shooting" off

each gun with every word. "-baby, infant, small bean - well I guess you're more of a teenager,

huh."

Purpled made to step back, one hand clutching at his dagger, and the man tilted his head, pushing

back the edge of his jacket just enough for Purpled to see the gun holstered on his hip.

"Don't run," he warned. His tone was several shades darker, one raised eyebrow up. "I'm not going

to hurt you."

"I kidnapped your new Prince, yeah?" Purpled spat. He carefully edged around this new person,

stepping carefully. He wasn't sure he could take him in a fight. "You have every reason to try and

hurt me."

"Yeah I guess," the man shrugged. "King Philza wants you alive though."

"Great, so I'm going to he tortured. "

"Nah, he's not that type of dude," the guy narrowed his eyes, a looming aura coming up around

him. Purpled stepped back, spooked. "Besides kid, you really aren't worth the bullet it'd take to

shoot ya." Purpled swallowed again. He could feel his heart beating in his throat. Maybe if he

made a break for it, he could get the hell out of here- "'sides," the man said. He was either immune

to Purpled's distress or just plain ignoring it. "You're just a kid and we know that. That thing on

your wrist doesn't have much time before it goes off and bye-bye Purpled, yeah? We got a guy who

can get it off, no sweat. He's done it before and everyone who's had it removed has been fine."

"...you're not punishing me for kidnapping your Prince? " Purpled tried to keep the incredulity out

of his tone, but the man just spread his hands and grinned.

"What can I say, King Philza's a good guy! Well, that, and Prince Tommy asked that we make sure

you were alright. Oh!" the man bounced, brightening up and getting in Purpled's face. "I'm Ponk!

So what's it gonna be, hormone central? You gonna come with me and get that bracelet off, or are

you gonna stay here and die?" he was tilting his head, smiling in a way that meant he'd already

won. Purpled sighed and dipped his head down. He'd have to cooperate. For now.

"Fine," he groused. "But you're buying me a coffee."

"Absolutely, I could use a pick me up too. Buckstars?"

"Yeah. Trente Americano, triple espresso."

" Jesus Christ kid. "

Chapter End Notes

See you bros tomorrow

Eat the Rich

Chapter Summary

Breaking news for this chapter:

AZ SAYS HELLO

Chapter Notes

Shhh I know it's 6mins after midnight

Leave me alone I have been drawing aLL DAY

CW FOR THIS CHAPTER: PURPLED'S BRACELET GETS REMOVED AND IT

IS A WEE GOREY. PLEASE BE ADVISED, IF THIS DOES NOT JIMMY WITH

YOUR JAMS, THERE IS A WARNING WHERE IT STARTS AND ENDS.

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"What the hell is that?!" Tommy shrieked over the absolute far-too-loud sound in his ears, echoing

around his brain and rattling his head around. He had his hands clamped hard over his ears, bracing

against the sound. If Techno and Wil weren't with him, he would have bolted by now. His magic

was coming back in small bits and pieces, and he could feel the sheer air currents this thing was

giving off, but he wasn't sure what it was.

Techno bent over, one of his tusks resting against Tommy's cheeks as he went to yell in Tommy's

ear so he could be heard over the chop-chop-chop currently driving Tommy mad. "It's the jet!

We're heading home. Just follow us, okay? It'll be quieter inside." Techno grabbed Tommy's

elbow and gently prompted him forward, tapping at Tommy's arm to let him know when he hit a

series of steps.

The metal clicked under his shoes, new boots that had way too many laces. Tommy had struggled

with it while they were getting ready to leave, trying to tie a knot he couldn't see. Wilbur had

quickly knelt down and done them for him, chattering away about how much Tommy was going to

love the Empire as he did. The metal sounded hollow, and it shook a bit as Tommy put his weight

on it. He shuffled closer to Techno- he didn't think it was going to fall, but he didn't want to find

out the hard way whether or not it was going to. Techno would be able to catch them. Probably.

There was a blast of cool air, settling the bead of sweat that had begun creeping down Tommy's

leg. He absolutely hated leg sweats- it made his pants stick and that was just uncomfortable.

Especially when it was paired with some too-heavy blankets. The absolute worst. The metal

abruptly ended, giving way to something plastic, then lush carpet. Tommy frowned at how the

carpet muffled the sounds of everyone's shoes- he had enough of a hard time figuring out where

everyone was without his magic. This was just irritating.

"Better?" Wilbur came up on his other side. "I know that the jet's real loud. It's soundproofed in

here though, so you won't be bothered by it. This your first time in a plane?"

"No shit, dickhead," Tommy grumbled. His tummy garbled protest, and he sighed. He wasn't used

to going hungry anymore, and now it was like he needed to eat more than once a day. What an

annoyance. Tommy honestly - and he really did mean this - had so many better things to do than

continuously feed his stomach more and more food. "How many opportunities do you think I've

had to be on a plane?" he could feel his irritation levels rising with the low blood sugar, but he

considered it unlikely that they'd have snacks up here. Best bet was to try and sleep it off. What if

the plane made him sick?

"Boys!" Phil cheerfully greeted from somewhere to his front. Tommy jolted a bit, head snapping

up to where he was pretty sure he'd heard Phil. "Are you hungry? I have food."

Tommy immediately shot up and darted over, ignoring Wilbur's protests and Techno's wild grabs.

He just hoped he didn't trip on anything, but as soon as he'd gone even three steps, Phil was there,

cradling him in his arms and wings. Tommy sighed as the soft feathers pet at his arms, soothing

the irritation that had been settling into a headache at Tommy's temple. Wilbur was loudly

complaining from behind them about bribing Tommy, while he could almost feel Techno's I'm-

Going-To-Just-Stare-At-You-Until-You-Relent Sad CloudTM from here. Bad news for Techno

though, Tommy couldn't see the Sad Cloud so he was mostly immune to it.

Tommy buried his face in Phil's shirt, huffing when Phil picked him up and settled him into a seat.

"I have lots of snacks here, Toms- what do you feel like? Hmm, I have some iced and hot teas,

chocolates, fruit, crackers-" Tommy unburied his head at the sound of chocolates, making grabby

hands at Phil. Phil chuckled and dropped a quick kiss at Tommy's hairline. "-you have to eat some

fruit if you want chocolate, mate. It's the rules." Tommy grumbled again, but still took the little

round orbs that Phil passed into his waiting hands.

He chomped down and the fruit exploded in his mouth, sweet and a little sour. Grapes, Tommy

was pretty sure. He never really stole fruit- it would never keep the way other things would. It was

also less filling than other foods- all in all, less valuable than other things Tommy would steal. But

now he was here, and it seemed like fruit was in abundance. Phil slid the edges of a plate over to

Tommy and he let his hands explore the edges, humming when he came in contact with the

chocolate, more grapes, and some crackers. Tommy popped a few crackers in his mouth, crunching

down on them. Phil was perched on his one side, an arm wrapped around Tommy's shoulders.

"You ever been in a plane, mate?" Tommy shook his head, eating another grape. He wanted more

of these, whatever kind there was. He was pretty sure there were two kinds of grapes, and they

were differentiated by taste and colour. Yes, by colour. How so very helpful. "Okay. So our pilots

are Quackity and Karl, they'll say hello in a few minutes. You have to wear a seatbelt while we're

taking off and landing, and during any turbulence, okay? In the event of an accident - and we have

never had an accident, not in all my years of flying - there are oxygen masks and such that I will

put on you, alright? Worst case scenario we jump out the plane and fly away."

"Okay," Tommy grinned and shoved a piece of chocolate in his face. It was much more melty than

he'd been expecting, and he made a surprised noise as it got all over his hands. Phil grabbed a

napkin and started cleaning his fingers off. "Phiiiiiiiil-" Tommy whined, pulling his hand away. "-

you don't wipe away the chocolate, you lick it, you're ruining the experience!" Phil stayed in

complete silence as Tommy licked his own fingers. When he was done, Phil lunged forward to

wipe the saliva off his fingers, instead of just wiping it on his pants.

What else, pray tell, are pants for? Rich people.

Eat the rich.

How about we don't eat Phil, Az. Just a suggestion.

Eat Jef Bezos.

Now that I can get behind.

Tommy didn't even know who Jeff Bezos was, but he assumed he wasn't important. He sounded

like a bald, baby-faced, self-important prick anyway.

Accurate!

Chat was going on about something, alright. Whatever made them happy. Something clicked

around his middle and Tommy instinctively tugged at it.

"Just the seatbelt, mate," Phil hummed. He handed Tommy a squishy rectangle- and hoooo boy, he

could smell the mint from here. Tommy loved mint. "Chew this gum, okay? The gum is only for

chewing, not swallowing. You throw it out when you're done. We'll be taking off in a few minutes

and the change in altitude will make your ears pop, so the gum will help."

" This is your captain speaking, Big Q in the- OW. Karl! " the speakers crackled static and... Big

Q cleared his throat. " Uhh, sorry about that. We're taking of now, so put your seatbelts on or get

tossed to the back of the plane like an avocado. Your choice! "

Tommy giggled. Techno and Wilbur slid onto the booth on the other side, clicking their seatbelts

in. Tommy listened for the clicks, content in that his brothers wouldn't go rolling down the plane.

"Are Sam and Ponk not joining us?" Tommy asked. He hadn't heard anyone else in the jet, and he

hadn't expected that they'd just be leaving the two of them behind.

"Sam and Ponk are off on a mission, Toms," Techno drawled. "They're tracking down that...

Purpled kid. The one you asked for. They'll get that tracker off, drag him back to the Empire, and

then you can decide what you want to do with him."

Tommy scrunched his nose. He wasn't going to kill Purpled, he wanted to get that bracelet off and

then- maybe get him a new apartment? He'd have to think about it. And ask Purpled what he

wanted to do with his life now that he wasn't bound to Eret.

"Oh, okay," Tommy jerked, shuddering a bit as the plane moved underneath him. Phil's arm drew

him closer to his shoulders, and Wilbur's hand slid into his from the opposite side of the table.

"Are-" Tommy swallowed his fear, shaking a bit as the plane rattled and started picking up speed.

He popped the gum into his mouth and bit down, hard enough that his jaw popped a bit. It was

almost overwhelmingly minty, but soothing enough. "Are they going to hurt him?"

"Of course not," Wilbur soothed. "They're just going to get the bracelet off, check him for injuries,

and then accompany him to the Empire."

The plane gave a lurching jerk, and it started going up, at an angle. Tommy instinctively took a

breath, magic straining against his veins as his first reaction was to buoy himself up. It burned

along his wrists and arms, little bruises popping into life as his blood vessels snapped under the

strain. Tommy shook, and Techno picked up a soothing rumble. Wilbur drew careful circles on

Tommy's hand, and Phil pulled him closer. Tommy relaxed, his stomach dropping every time the

plane dipped a bit, levelling out from the upward climb. He shook from the adrenaline, chewing

his gum while Techno brought his arms out and examined the bruises Tommy knew would be

there. A jar clinked, and then there was cream being slathered along his arms. The intercom

buzzed again.

" Karl here. We're up in the air and on route. You can go ahead and take your seatbelts of . The

servants will have lunch ready in an hour and a half, so look forward to some food! "

Karl cut out. Tommy liked his voice.

"You good?" Phil nuzzled into Tommy's hair, and he sighed and melted into the hug.

"Yeah." Yeah, Tommy was good. Tommy was good because Techno was rumbling and Wilbur

was holding his hand and Phil was hugging him. Tommy was good because Techno's earrings

were brushing against his neck and Phil's feather was looped around his neck.

Tommy was good.

--

Purpled walked out of the Buckstars. At the very least, he had gotten his triple-espresso trente

Americano, but by god- that Ponk man had nyah 'd at the cashier and then had very pointedly

looked at the furry pin and asked whether or not they were into catgirls. Purpled was about three

seconds from dropping his Americano and running, because this man was clearly insane. Was this

a successful venture? Well, Purpled got his coffee. He sipped at the sweet, sweet caffeine,

savouring the bitterness on his tongue. Buckstars espresso wasn't good. In fact, it was quite burnt,

and Purpled onto went there because they had bigger sizes than other coffee chains.

The baristas were also normally tired enough themselves that they didn't question Purpled's order.

He clutched his blueberry scone, taking another glance at Ponk. He was whistling beside him, and

even though Purpled very much thought it was far too cold out, Ponk was still sipping at a little

vanilla bean frappuccino, a caramel one clutched in his other hand. When Purpled had asked who it

was for, Ponk had just winked at him and said something along the lines of: this is so we don't get

exploded!

Purpled didn't really want to meet the exploding one. Ponk brightened suddenly and spewed some

of his frappuccino back through the straw and into the plastic, and Purpled winced and looked

away. Did he have any idea how much saliva was in his drink now- ugh. Adults were such a pain.

"Sam! Sammy!" Ponk jumped up and down like a little kid, waving enthusiastically. Purpled was

damn lucky it was late out and there wasn't anyone else around, otherwise they would have gotten

stared at. Purpled followed Ponk's gaze, straight to a creeper hybrid that was striding towards

them. Gas mask on his face- so this one produced spores. Smoke was lazily curling off his

shoulders, spinning into the air around him as he growled at Ponk a little bit.

"Sammy, don't be mad. I got the kid and we got Buckstars-" Ponk presented the caramel

frappuccino like a trophy, and Sam's hand carefully curled around it, bringing the straw to his

mask. Purpled watched curiously as a little compartment opened and Sam started sipping at the

straw. "-cause I know you needed a good sugar rush." Sam raised an eyebrow a bit, lowering his

drink.

"Purpled?" he asked, and Purpled nodded, sipping at his Americano. Sam sighed a bit and handed

his drink back to Ponk, who happily grabbed it to hold. "Here, sit down. I brought my tools, so we

can get that bracelet off."

(CW for Purpled's bracelet removal starts here.)

"You've done this before?" Purpled couldn't help but be weary. Sue him, this was his life on the

line if Sam messed up. "Cause if I'm dying, I'm at least going to finish my coffee first." Purpled

was all about free coffee. He was not dying right after getting some. Even though Ponk had

embarrassed him from hell to back, he'd still paid.

"You're not going to die," Sam muttered. He was smoking a little harder, wisps of grey curling off

his shoulders. He gestured for Purpled to sit down and he shrugged, doing so. Sam gently rolled up

the sleeve of his hoodie, poking at the bracelet a bit. Purpled winced as the needle was moved in

his skin, and Sam brought out... some kind of kit. He wiped something cold and wet over

Purpled's arm, right around the bracelet. "This will disinfect it, so you don't get an infection. You

might want to look away- I have to pull the entire needle and kill switch out of it."

Purpled winced and turned his head, closing his eyes. He felt a small prick and then his arm started

buzzing, going numb. He couldn't feel the needle and kill switch being removed, but by god, could

he hear it. It slithered out of his arm, wet and gushing with blood, this gross slurp sound as Sam

untangled it from his veins. Sam wiped at his arm some more, before he could feel the skin being

pushed and pulled around. Still no pain, but when Purpled dared to peek an eye open, the bracelet

was sitting uselessly on the ground, coated in his blood. Sam was carefully pinching his skin

together as Ponk approached, hands glowing gold.

As Purpled watched, his arm stopped bleeding and knit itself back together. When it was over, he

brought the flesh to his face, turning it around. He couldn't remember- what his arm had looked

like. Before the bracelet. Before the symbol of his bonding to Eret's service... it was surreal, that

the object Purpled had always associated with his captivity was just. Gone. Just like that.

(CW for Purpled's bracelet removal ends here.)

He gently placed his coffee down, casting a judgemental eye on the spot to make sure it wouldn't

tip over, and brought his heel down on the bracelet. It let out a metallic crunch sound, glass

breaking, and Purpled crushed it into the pavement, putting his entire weight on the stupid thing.

They'd really tried to keep him there, keep him caged.

A knot of tension loosened in his chest, and finally, Purpled felt like he could breathe easy.

"Do I really have to go to the Empire?" he was out of one cage. Wasn't interested in going to

another.

"Prince Tommy asked for you. Most likely, he'll just want to make sure you're okay," Sam

shrugged. "You were labelled dead after police were unable to locate any sign of you. We found

your files. You'll be offered a job of some kind in the Empire. Prince Tommy seems to think you

could work like Ponk and I."

"What do you do, then?" Purpled turned to face Sam, judging the honesty in the creeper's

expression. Sam shrugged.

"We do what King Philza tells us. Sometimes we're assassinating people, other times on rescue,

scouting, or spy missions. And sometimes we're just out and about in the streets handing out food

and clothes and checking on the state of the people. Sometimes we act as guards. Jack of all trades.

You'd probably do the same thing- but for Prince Tommy. We'd be responsible for training you."

Purpled could still here Ponk's jaunty whistling, something about a ship. The Wellerman.

Somethings-something rum. He dropped his eyes, and picked up his coffee.

"Of course," Sam sounded hesitant. "You could always just refuse. We wouldn't make you do

anything. But King Philza will still make sure you get a place to live and a stable income." Purpled

remembered the kid. Funny, for how traumatized he had to have been. He was pretty cool, and for

a hot minute there, Purpled wasn't sure he could go through with it.

"...I have a lot to make up for," Purpled glared a bit at Sam, sipping his coffee. "I'm in."

Chapter End Notes

I just spent so much money kdjndjdn

I bought a microphone because I have people to play games with now? And my

computer mic is very quiet, so I got a proper microphone so they can actually hear me

when I accuse them of murder in Among Us

I also bought an Apple iPad and an Apple Pencil because I have Sai and a little

Wacom?? But I like- want Bigger and Better so I got meself a tablet

I have spent almost $700 these past 2 days, this is wild. Everything is scheduled to

arrive on the 26th so I am going to have a very exciting 26th of April :0

Maybe the Author is Tired

Chapter Summary

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Chapter Notes

It's almost 2am (:

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"What are you guys even smoking?" Tommy muttered.

I'm personally juicing with a Red Bull and souls cocktail. It's delicious, nutritious and full of

energy. Great for my skin.

I AM SMOKING THE PAPERS OF THE TENNESSEE COMPREHENSIVE ASSESSMENT

PROGRAM'S LONG PAST.

Tommy screwed his face up. What even was a Tennessee? Whatever this... Tennessee

Comprehensive Assessment Program was, whoever was ranting about it should stop harassing the

fanfic author over their struggles. Maybe the fanfic author is tired. Maybe the fanfic author is

grumpy when they wake up with 76 Discord notifs and 84 emails. Maybe their favourite person is

Aqua, who doesn't spam their notifications like a hooligan at all hours of the night- what was

Tommy talking about?

Chat had clearly missed being able to rant at him at every hour of every day when their voices had

been all blocked out, so they were taking the opportunity to be louder than usual. Tommy sighed, a

headache throbbing low at his temples. It had started with the jet sounds, but it was only getting

worse. Phil made a worried noise from where Tommy was still curled into his side, gently

brushing his bangs to check his forehead. Phil's warm hand cupped Tommy's forehead and he

leaned into the touch, focusing on the thick pieces of calloused skin over Phil's hands. Tommy

knew he didn't have a fever- he always got chills and body aches when he was feverish. He just

had a headache.

Low, pulsing annoying. And even though it wasn't too bad, pain-wise, it just wouldn't go away.

And it seemed to only get worse with every yammer Chat put out, pounding in time with his

heartbeat.

"Easy up on Tommy," Phil said, too close to his ear. Tommy didn't jump, but slumped against Phil

in relief when Chat immediately quieted. "He has a headache."

Sorry Tommy.

"'s okay Chat," Tommy mumbled. "I know you just missed me."

"Tylenol, Tommy?" Phil was holding something that rattled, and Tommy reached out a hand to

grab at it, a puzzled frown on his face. He shook it, hearing little balls roll around inside the

container. "They're painkillers. It'll help with your head." Tommy made another face.

"Do I have to swallow it?" he wasn't good at swallowing pills. Something about the idea of a solid

object going down his throat just made the back of his throat close up, and then it was like Tommy

couldn't breathe, or swallow, or anything. He usually just spat them up, in a gross half-mush, back

into the glass. Even then, Tommy didn't get pills very often.

"Tech, we have any childrens' Tylenol?" Phil lifted a wing and propped the limb over Tommy's

shoulders. He sighed at the extra heat, snuggling into the warmth. From what Tommy could tell,

Phil was a bird built for cold weather. His feathers must have been able to insulate to some degree,

because he was warm as hell. Almost as warm as Techno or Wilbur, and they were from the

Nether. "You're skinny enough that I'm not going to give you the adult one... not yet." Phil

mused. He nuzzled into Tommy's hairline and Tommy blinked sleepily at something scratchy

poking at his face. He raised his hands and explored, finding that Phil had a tiny little... beard?

Goatee? Moustache? Tommy had no idea what to call it. Face hair. Hair face. Whatever.

"You've got real tiny hands, mate." Phil laughed. Tommy liked the sound of his laugh, a little

wheezy and chuckly, not too loud. Not obnoxious or in-your-face. Techno laughed quietly, more

with his body than with any noise, whereas Wilbur laughed at every other word Tommy said. If

that didn't fuel Tommy's little ego, he didn't know what would.

"One baby Tylenol, coming up," Techno rumbled from above him. Tommy grumbled a bit as Phil

uncurled his wing, opening it so Techno could reach Tommy. Wilbur was off- well, Tommy

wasn't sure where he was. He was pretty sure he was passed out, though, because he wasn't over

here fussing. "Open your mouth. It's going to taste bad."

Tommy made a face but complied, opening his mouth for the medicine. He almost spat it out after

it touched his tongue, but managed to swallow. Wasn't as bad as the pills- well. The pills, at least,

were hella bitter, but this was sickeningly sweet. It tasted a lot like... like if you took cherries and

dehydrated them past the point of use, and straight into chalk territory, and then turned that into a

drink. Phil slid over a glass of water and Tommy grabbed the cool drink, pouring the water down

his throat to wash the taste out.

"I'll get you some more water. It'll help with your head." Techno mumbled, taking his glass. His

footsteps walked off until they were too muffled for Tommy to hear, and he sighed when Phil's

feathers curled back around his shoulders.

"We'll be home in about an hour and a half," Phil kissed his hairline. "I wish you could see the

skyline... it's beautiful. There are mountains that reach up to the sky, and it snows all the time. It's

quite cold, but we'll keep you bundled up. We know you're used to the heat, mate. There's an

ocean about half an hour from the castle, and it's a beautiful stretch of beach. There are a few

icebergs out in the water. I can't wait to race you from iceberg to iceberg." Tommy giggled a bit.

"I'll win, old man," he dared. "I can slow you down."

"No cheating," Phil scolded, but his tone was light. Laughing. Tommy could hear the smile.

"We'll take you out to the markets, to the Borealis Festival-"

"What's that?" Tommy fiddled with a piece of cloth from Phil's clothes, pulling and prodding at it.

It was heavier than he'd expected.

"Borealis was the first king of the Empire. He led the armies to great conquests, and established

our control over the Northern territories," Phil's voice was lower, tone whimsical. Tommy leaned

into the story, even as Techno came back and handed him another glass of water. He took it,

sipping carefully this time. "On the eve of his death, laying in his deathbed with his daughter at his

side, the night sky flashed out in brilliant, beautiful colours. Greens like grass, purples like royal

silks and flowers, blues like the deepest oceans. Blues like your eyes." Phil pressed another kiss to

his temple. Tommy's headache started fading away. "His daughter took over the throne and the

phenomenon was named after him, but the new Queen Aurora was beloved by her people, so the

name was changed after her death to be the Aurora Borealis. It happens every year, around the

same time, and we hold a festival in honour of the rulers who came before us. Those whose land

we occupy, we honour the sacrifices of our forefathers."

"You'll be honoured too, one day." Tommy mumbled sleepily. Phil stilled a bit, before curling

harder into Tommy.

"I care very little for my legacy after my death," Phil said, quietly. Tommy could hear Techno shift

from the other side of the table. "So long as you boys are taken care of. I trust the country - and

your wellbeing - to Techno's hands, for long after I'm gone."

"Techie's a good brother." Tommy closed his eyes, sinking into Phil's chest. Phil's wing adjusted

to wrap more securely around his shoulders, one of his feathers tickling Tommy's chin.

"The best."

--

"You know he's going to wake up tomorrow and be upset because you technically implied that

you'll be dying soon," Techno's voice was deadpan, one eyebrow raised judgmentally. Phil sighed

a bit internally, watching carefully for Tommy's steady breathing as he drifted off to a well

deserved nap. Wilbur had also fallen asleep, slumped over on one of the seats at the sides of the

plane. He had a neck pillow propping his head up- Techno had insisted on it in an attempt to avoid

Wilbur's whining about a crick in his neck later. "Right?"

"I know," Phil smiled down at his son. "I'm going to retire eventually, Tech, I don't want to be

king forever."

"Great, so you're going to pawn the kingdom off on me," Techno rolled his eyes good-naturedly,

grinning. "You've been king for over a century, what's really stopping you from staying in

power?"

"Maybe I want to take Tommy and adventure across the world," Phil wiggled his eyebrows,

satisfaction rising in his eyes as Techno desperately tried to stifle his own chuckles. "You ever

think about that?"

"I'm not sure how the hell Wilbur and I would explain the immortal king just taking off with his

newly-immortal son and leaving the fate of an entire country to me, " Techno gestured at himself,

then at Wilbur, whose head had slumped a little bit, drool leaking out his mouth and staining his

pillow. "And him. "

"I'm sure you two would manage." Phil gently maneuvered Tommy into his arms. The kid had

packed on some weight while Techno was feeding him, but he was still too light for his age. Phil

had originally wanted to give him adult's Tylenol - but Tommy was less than the 95lbs that was

the children's max - and he was worried about what too much of the medication could do. He

walked over to Wilbur, settling Tommy in beside his brother. Wilbur immediately and sleepily

latched onto Tommy, gripping with tight hands as Phil did up Tommy's seatbelt and wrapped a

neck pillow around him. Tommy curled into Wilbur as Phil left, smiling at his boys as they slept.

"Maybe we'd take off after you and make Sam clean up our collective mess." Techno grinned as

his twin rested his head on Tommy's, his neck pillow squishing Tommy's cheek to the side.

"He'd blow us up," Phil replied, albeit mournfully. He would have flown off with his boys a long

time ago if he didn't think Sam would drag his ass for it. "That'd be a painful respawn."

"That it would," Techno mused. His hands were twitching, carving out the braille paths he'd been

so determined to learn. Since he had met Tommy, Techno had been practising with the braille.

He'd almost reached fluency, having memorized it so he could teach his brother and double check

that signs and such were correct. "He called me Techie."

Techno sounded a little lost, a little sad, a little hopeful- Phil's heart melted at it, and he approached

his son, wrapping his wings around him and burying his face in Techno's soft hair. Techno was

intimidating at the best of times- one of the main problems the boys had run into in their search for

a sibling was the fact that every child had been scared of Techno. He was big, his hair was bright,

his eyes were red, and he had large tusks.

"He loves you, Tech," Phil mumbled. "You're a great big brother." Techno made a happy little

churr at the thought, his cheek rubbing along Phil's arms. Phil sat down beside his son, pulled out

a chess game, and let Techno win every round.

His confidence would grow the longer he spent with Tommy, the more reassurance he got that

Tommy wasn't the slightest bit afraid.

--

"Yeah, the rest of 'em have already taken off. We'll be waiting here in Essempee with Dream-

Quackity and Karl are Phil's pilots, but they fancy Sapnap, so they come back as often as they

can," Ponk waved his hands around energetically as he spoke, lashing out with his fingers way too

close to Purpled's precious coffee. "Anyway, you'll be helping the rest of us with the rest of the

slavers victims. There are actual teams going out and busting the rest of the bases we've

uncovered, we're basically on paperwork duty."

"Paperwork duty?" Purpled raised an eyebrow.

"There are a lot of people and a lot of documents," Sam shrugged from his other side. They were

approaching the massive apartment building in the middle of the inner city- Purpled had never

really been in here before, and he felt wildly out of place. Ponk had put cat ears on at some point

though, so he was very sure people would be staring at Ponk and not at him. "We need to figure out

how people got into the slavers' hands. Find any relevant citizenships, contact family members. If

there are no family or citizenship to be found, we need to streamline their files for Dream to get

them an Essempee citizenship, therapy, place to live, and government support benefits until they're

stable enough to have a job."

"Dream's really doing all that for these random people he found in his city?" look, Purpled spent a

lot of time hanging around Eret. Eret, while never leaving their people to starve, hadn't exactly

been on-the-ball about support payments either.

"Of course," Sam side-eyed him again, his pupils slitted. Purpled did have to admit he was glad

Ponk was the one who found him- Sam was a little too intimidating. "Dream feels responsible that

it was able to happen at all. He cares about people- whether or not they are in his borders matters

very little."

"I see." Purpled took the last chug of his coffee.

"And there's a coffee delivery every two hours," Sam sipped at his frappuccino, getting in what

looked like straight whip cream. "George is just about as bad as you."

Sounded like Purpled's kind of place.

Chapter End Notes

If you have a clown nose, honk it

Chapter 24

Chapter Summary

So many of you honked clown noses omg

This is my official notice: I'm not going to be responding to comments anymore.

There's just so many and I don't have the time or energy to do so- I'll respond to my

favourite people (eventually) or to any questions, but I just kdmklddk I just can't do all

of you, it's so energy-draining, you have no idea

I love you all, thank you so much for commenting. I really appreciate it but I need

more Naps

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" We're beginning our descent. Seatbelts on, please. "

" Please be aware that despite his protests otherwise, Quackity is not on any substances. The

landing will go smoothly. "

Tommy giggled despite his nerves, having woken up from his nap about ten minutes ago. He was

seated in a new place, but he could hear Wilbur snoring away, something wet on Tommy's neck

pillow. Phil had arrived a few minutes later with a cheese toastie, and Tommy was eating his latter

half of the toastie, hoping against all odds that the wet spot on his neck pillow wasn't a drool spot.

Alas, it seemed his luck had run out, because Wilbur's head flopped a little more onto Tommy's

head, another line of wet dribbling onto his pillow. Tommy sighed and munched on his toastie. It

wasn't hot anymore, it'd clearly been sitting there for a while, but there was still warmth in the

middle and the cheese stretched when he bit into it. All in all, good toastie.

We should have called Phil's magic Red Bull.

Why?

Cause RED BULL GIVES YOU WIIIIIIINGS~

Tommy hummed a bit, deciding to ignore Chat's antics for today. He was nervous enough about

the descent, anyway. He didn't like the idea of being so high up in the air, with some kind of metal

contraption that didn't have magic, when he didn't have magic. It was a recipe for disaster, if you

asked Tommy.

To be fair, I did ask the author to make some Angst and get you and Phil to go splat out the plane.

They said no :(

They did say yes to Purpled adoption arc though!

Purpled adoption arc POG

...that wasn't comforting. The plane jolted a bit, and Tommy felt his stomach fly into his chest as it

did. He popped another piece of gum Phil had given him in his mouth, hearing two seatbelt clicks

happen somewhere in front of him. He felt along Wilbur's middle, letting a breath out when he

found Wilbur's seatbelt, also buckled in. Tommy wasn't sure how he did it, but Wilbur was still

sleeping. Shyly, Tommy grabbed at his hand and curled into Wilbur's chest, closing his eyes. He

frowned as a stray piece of his toastie got stuck in his gum, and ugh- minty cheese. Tommy would

not recommend.

Wilbur snorted a bit in his sleep, curling back towards Tommy. Tommy basked in the warmth and

tried not to flinch when the plane descended a bit more, an easy, steady way down. They seemed to

be- they'd dip a bit, level out, then dip again. Techno was making worried noises across the room,

his earrings jangling loudly together.

"Tommy?" Phil. "Do you want to come over here with us?" He didn't want to- he wasn't a baby,

he didn't need comfort. Besides, if something did happen to the plane, if something bad happened-

who would take care of Wilbur? Maybe Tommy could force his magic out in just enough time to

save them. But Phil was all the way over there, so Tommy had to look after Wilbur.

Tommy shook his head, clutching harder onto Wilbur. "I can't, we have to keep your seatbelts on."

"That's a suggestion, " Techno huffed. The sound of clicking again, and then there were footsteps

approaching him. Tommy's head shot up as Techno settled on his other side, clicking in a new

seatbelt and wrapping an arm around him and Wilbur. Tommy leaned back into it, sighing a bit as

his earrings pushed up against Techno's arm. A little rumbly purr erupted out of Techno's chest, a

sleepier one followed by Wilbur. "We'll be here whenever you need us. Don't be afraid to ask for

help. Please." Techno leaned over and snuggled into Tommy's head, his tusks nudging at

Tommy's hairline.

Softno, I repeat, we have a brotherblade on board.

I love wholesomeness.

All of your AUs are just pure angst though, korok???

DON'T POINT FINGERS AT ME.

"Why do you keep spamming E, Chat..." Techno groaned into Tommy's head, and Tommy

laughed a bit, feeling the plush silk of Techno's dumb fancy shirts against his cheek.

"They're yelling about... wholesomeness versus angst, for me," Tommy admitted, grinning. "I'm

not entirely sure what they mean by that, but I'm ignoring it. They said something earlier, too,

about me and Phil going splat on the ground..." Techno huffed at that, clearly displeased, letting

out this weeny little growl noise. Chat immediately quieted a bit at that, picking up their

yammerings in quiet whispers.

"How's your headache?" Techno kissed at his head. "Is it feeling any better?"

"Yeah," Tommy clutched onto Wilbur's hand tighter. His snores ended in a single snort as he

jumped a bit, his fingers going loose before returning to squeeze at Tommy's hand reassuringly. "It

feels better."

"Wha'sa-" Wilbur raised his head, smacking his lips together. Tommy missed the closeness, but

Wilbur quickly shifted himself so Tommy could cling to him better, rubbing gentle circles along

Tommy's knuckles. "Wha's wrong bubs?" Wilbur asked sleepily. He rested his head back on

Tommy's, his neck pillow pushed against Tommy's face. The plane descended a bit more and

Tommy sucked in a breath, squeezing as hard as he could onto Wilbur's hand. " Oh, " Wilbur

sounded quite a bit more awake now, so at least that was something. "Don't worry, Toms, we'll be

on the ground soon. And then we can take more naps." Wilbur nuzzled into the top of his head,

voice raspy.

"What's up with him?" Tommy whisper-yelled and Techno adjusted a bit so he could touch

Tommy and Wilbur at the same time.

"Took some Gravol," Techno made the chuf -chuf -chuf at him, nudging his head again. "Wilbur

gets motion sick and he doesn't like flights either, so he takes the non-drowsy stuff in cars, and the

drowsy stuff for planes. He'll be awake enough to make it to a couch, but then he's going to be out

again."

"...do I have to nap with him?" Tommy grimaced a bit. His legs were already going all tingly from

sitting here, the restless energy surging back as he clenched and unclenched Wilbur's hand. He

didn't really want to sit and stay still more than he already had today. And besides, he'd been

smothered with more affection than he really knew how to deal with here, so he wasn't sure he

wanted more cuddle time with Wilbur. Wilbur was very clingy, Tommy decided.

Not him. Tommy wasn't the clingy one, Wilbur was. He was holding onto Wilbur's hand to

reassure Wilbur. If he passed out all the time, then he was probably scared. Tommy had to protect

him. He felt better knowing that Wilbur and Techno were with him, even if his powers weren't

working. Just so he could protect them, of course. Not because he needed comfort. That'd be

ridiculous.

"Of course not. I can show you around the castle if you'd like- getting restless?" Techno asked and

Tommy nodded. He started swinging his legs, sucking in a quiet breath when the plane dropped

some more. "Me too. I never do well being cooped up in here," Techno waved a hand towards the

interior of the plane, and Tommy could almost feel the wind brushing along his fingers. He wanted

his magic back, a longing deeper than his heart, sitting in his chest. A black void, crushing at his

ribcage. "And it smells."

It did smell like new car in here. Not Tommy's favourite, if he was being honest. "It does smell...

and yes please, I want to explore everything."

"If you're feeling up to it, why don't we run around the markets and find things for your room? I

know you might not care much for decor, but we can buy curtains and braille books, some bed

sheets and blankets? I know a person who owns this furniture store, they sell these weighted

blankets. I think you'd like them. They're very fluffy."

"That'd be nice," Tommy leaned against Techno, taking in a single deep breath as the plane

descended more. "Can-" Techno purred in encouragement as Tommy hesitated. He kind of wanted

Henry to snuggle with while the plane was still going down, but Henry was tucked away in one of

the bags. Tommy settled for tugging Wilbur's hand closer, pushing his chin down and cuddling

into the arm. "Can we buy some more stuffies?"

Techno chuckled. "I wouldn't dare suggest anything else. We can also get you some new clothes,

yeah? Hoodies and soft things for you to have."

"I like the sounds of that."

"Just a little while longer, we'll be there soon."

--

"Hey, kid," Purpled's head snapped up from where he was bent over his desk. He'd requested

another coffee- and while their coffee runner had refused to get him his plus three espresso

Americano, he'd gotten a regular one. Punz stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. "It's

been a while."

"Punz." Purpled put his precious coffee down, pulling away from the desk. The chair he'd been

given was a really nice one- it had wheels and could spin around. Purpled had wanted to see how

fast he could go, so obviously, he'd spun until he dry-heaved into the potted plant Dream had in the

corner of the room. Punz hovered a bit before uncrossing his ankles, stepping into the room and

awkwardly tapping at Purpled's desk.

His task, really, had been stupidly simple. He was given a bunch of different files and had to sort

them into staying-in-Essempee and not-staying piles. He'd requested to not be in charge of doing

calls and interviewing people, mostly because Purpled was awkward as all hell, and Dream had

agreed to that. So Purpled had just been doing sorting- it was mind-numbingly boring.

"I wanted to check in," Punz finally sat down at the chair in front of Purpled's desk, setting his

hands in his lap and looking up to stare at Purpled. Purpled was- well, he was glad Punz was on

Dream's side now, because Punz only ever went with the highest bidder when he did things.

Purpled had been worried that Punz would forever be working for the wrong side, but it seemed

like he'd finally come to his senses. "See how you're doing." Purpled raised an eyebrow,

suspicious.

"What do you want?" he tilted his head. "I mean, I'm sorta stuck here... apparently I'll be going to

the Empire after this."

Punz shuffled. "Yeah... I know. You could stay, if you wanted. I'd take you on as my assistant, or

whatever. You could work for Dream, like I do. And I just-" Punz sighed, bringing up one hand to

rub at the back of his neck sheepishly. The tacky gold chain clanked a bit as Punz moved, rifling

about in his pocket before pulling out a small little statue, coated in gold and covered in emerald

jewels. "I wanted you to have this."

Purpled's jaw dropped as he took the tiny statue, resurrection magic curling around his hands.

Was... was this what Eret had promised Punz for his loyalty? Totems of undying were rare,

incredibly so- Purpled couldn't even begin to imagine how difficult this had to be for Dream to get

his hands on. And Punz was here. Just giving it away. Punz didn't do things like this for no reason,

so why- Purpled snapped his head up from the totem, to where Punz was giving him a complicated

half-smile.

"Lots of the victims from that place were anxious about those bracelets, worried about their

futures..." Punz hesitated. "I know you were always strong- and you still are, but I didn't want you

runnin' around thinking you were dying. 'Cause you're not. You're- you're not going to go back

there, okay?" Purpled held the little totem, staring down at the emeralds punched into the thing's

body.

It was as close to an I love you Purpled was ever going to get from Punz.

"Thanks," he put the little figure in his own pocket, magic sizzling along his hands as the thing

disengaged from his body. The ability to bring people back to life- god. Purpled couldn't even

imagine what kind of shit he could get up to with this. Could he make replicas and sell them on the

black market? That'd be fun. "I um-"

"You don't have to say anything kid," Punz sighed and stood, fixing imaginary wrinkles along his

hoodie. "Just- you have a place here. Think about it. You don't have to sign your life off to work

for the new Prince- they have people who can do that job instead of you. Just... think about what

you want." Punz made for the door again, but paused in the doorway, his head snapping violently

to the side. "And no more espresso."

Purpled put up a finger and opened his mouth to protest, but Punz fixed him with the Look TM .

Purpled's jaw popped when he snapped it back together.

"Enjoy that cup," Punz threatened. "'Cause you're not going to be seeing coffee for a while."

He left, shutting the door behind him. Purpled was pretty sure he was going to need that totem

sooner rather than later if this kept up...

Chapter End Notes

See ya tomorrow

MY IPAD AND APPLE PENCIL CAME IN, I'M SO EXCITED

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Banitsa is Tasty

Chapter Summary

Yo yo yo I want Naps

My head kinda hurts

Chapter Notes

Sorry I skipped yesterday, I was playing Phasmo

See the end of the chapter for more notes

"There are some rules, Tommy," Techno's hand was warm in his own, calluses trailing paths of

dedication, Techno's physical journey of fighting. Tommy thought it was pretty pog. "You are to

hold my hand the entire time," clingy bitch. "No wandering off- and please tell me if you want

something." Techno's hand tightened a bit in his. "I will buy it for you." Tommy wasn't sure how

he was supposed to demand items with Techno holding onto him like this, but whatever. He'd do

as he was told. For now. "If you do wander off," Techno rumbled a bit, a warning note in his voice.

Techno wasn't going to hit him. Techno wasn't going to hit him. "I'm going to pick you up and

carry you, and you will be embarrassed." Techno sounded so sure of himself, so Tommy tried his

best to keep the shit-eating grin off his face.

"I'll be good, big man," Tommy jumped forwards, grinning as his boots hit the floor. He was on a

couch or something in a room. They hadn't walked very far from the first door to get to this room,

so Tommy assumed it was a seating area or something? He wasn't quite sure. He couldn't exactly

explore, after all. His magic was tingling, right at his fingertips, but it wasn't ready quite yet. Soon,

he'd be able to explore all around the castle properly, and see where everything was. Soon, but

Tommy just had to be patient. He huffed a bit, barely able to feel the wind at the corners of his

consciousness. "Can we go now?"

Techno huffed an agreement, and stepped forward. Tommy's hand was clasped firmly in his- there

was a small shriek, a large door on poorly oiled hinges, and they stepped forward into the inner

castle grounds. Tommy had new boots, and despite them being clearly made of leather, they were

already worn in. The soles were buttery soft against his socked feet, and his new cloak swished

around his ankles as he skipped forward. Techno had something about his new clothes being used

for 'going undercover', whatever he meant by that.

Tommy could very clearly remember that Techno said he had pink hair. Now, Tommy hadn't had

vision for a while, but he didn't think there were too many people with pink hair, and Techno was a

prince. Maybe the citizens didn't really know what Techno looked like?

His hair is up in a bun and he's wearing a hood. The castle has a big outer wall that separates the

inner city and the castle itself from the rest of the country. The markets inside the city are usually

pretty good about not bothering the royal family when they're not dressed up, which is why he's

not taking you outside of the walls.

And on today's episode of Jess' Top Tips: vegan shrimp is a little funky when it's made of heart of

palms. I can't decide if I love it or hate it, I keep going between the two... but I do keep eating it, so

that's something.

What does that have to do with literally anything I just said?

I just ate my vegan restaurant leftovers from dinner! Support local restaurants!!

And?

...Tommy's never had heart of palm, but uh. He'll take Chat's word for it. But he did appreciate

the... tip.

See, someone appreciates me. I liked my tempeh avocado sandwich from this place, but I think my

fav is the seitan wings from the other place. That shit is the bomb.

Write the chapter! Stop talking about your dinner! It is 7pm and you skipped yesterday because

you were too busy playing Phasmo-

Excuse you, I was getting my face eaten by a mare and then stalking my friends until they found my

body. It was an important moment.

Tommy shook his head, eventually deciding on pretending that Chat wasn't there at all. He figured

it was better for his overall sanity that way. The path below them changed to a different kind of

stone- bigger slabs that weren't as meticulously placed down everywhere. They weren't as deep in

the ground, either- Tommy kicked the edge of one and it wobbled away from his toes. Tommy

could barely hear the hustle and bustle of marketplaces, of people talking beyond them.

They quieted a bit, when he and Techno approached, but they soon picked up again.

Techno likes to think that he's sneaky, but he's bigger than everyone else, an obvious piglin hybrid,

and he has golden earrings all over him and you. He's not subtle.

Tommy would have laughed at that if the gold wasn't so obviously important to Techno. His

earrings brushed against his ears, eyes fixed somewhere to the left, but he was pretty sure his pupils

moved when moved his head. Wasn't quite sure. Tommy could smell different cuts of meats,

something that was definitely fresh bread, and... flowers? Dessert? His stomach growled and

Techno paused in his striding, a little warble rising from his lips. Questioning.

"Are you hungry?" Techno bent down and scooped Tommy up, his head tossing side to side as he

moved off to the right, boots clacking against the stone.

"Hey, I thought you said I'd only get picked up if I wandered!" Tommy complained, but he tucked

his head into Techno's collarbone, his legs buzzing as he fought the urge to run. Techno just

nuzzled the side of his head and spoke in low, monotone rumbles as he bought something from a

vendor. The thing was pressed into Tommy's hands, and he experimentally bit into it.

It was flaky, like pastry, but the inside was filled with some kind of cheese. Tommy made a small

sound at the taste, going in for another bite. His stomach stopped growling, and Techno shifted him

onto one arm and stepped away from the vendor, Tommy's free hand stuck solidly in Techno's.

"There was a crowd of people by the vendor. Didn't want you getting lost," Techno rumbled. He

set off again and Tommy followed, trying to keep as many of the pastry flakes from hitting the

ground as possible. "And that's banitsa, it's pastry and cheese baked in the oven. It's one of Dad's

favourites, I'm quite fond of it myself." Tommy nodded, eagerly, and Techno laughed. "How

about we go find some things for your room?"

And soap! Don't forget the soap!

Wrong fic, dumbass.

Tommy nodded again, and they set off. It was kind of overwhelming, being out here. There were

so many sounds, so many smells, so many people. Tommy couldn't feel the wind strong enough to

know when they were coming, so Techno had him pulled close. He'd only bumped into someone a

couple of times, but the people he did bump into had very quickly apologized and scurried off-

Tommy was uhh. Pretty sure that it was Techno's doing, but you know. He was going to turn... a

blind eye. Hah!

See, Void, even Tommy likes my puns.

Bitch he's required to like them. You're the fucking author.

Nonetheless, the wind was blowing against his face, bringing tiny swirls of cold water. Tommy

was pretty sure they were snowflakes, but he'd never really been out in snow before. It was crisp

and cool, the air sitting with a slight sting in his lungs as he inhaled and exhaled. It was good,

though, to be outside. Even though there was snow flying in his face, the sun was beating rays of

warmth down on his face.

Tommy had felt cooped up in the plane- he was glad to finally be outside. The wind blew a little

harder, gently brushing his earrings back like little wind chimes, softly twinkling to the afternoon

air. Techno tugged him off to the right, and Tommy followed before something was pushed into

his hands. It was fabric, soft and heavy, and Tommy tugged at it a bit.

"You always wore a red-and-white t-shirt before I got you new clothes," Techno said. "So I got

these. They're colour blocked, so they're mostly white with a red block in the middle. What do you

think?"

"I'm not sure why you're getting me curtains at all, big man," Tommy huffed. They were soft, but

he wasn't exactly going to be cuddling the curtains. "I can't exactly be bothered by sunlight."

"It's less about being bothered by the sun, and more about making sure that nobody can peek

through your windows, little one," Techno huffed. "Are we buyin' them, or not?"

"Uh," Tommy handed the curtains back. "Sure?" Techno jostled a bit, and Tommy heard the

sound of coins clicking together as Techno paid the seller.

"Curtains down, now let's get some decorations. How do you feel about a sword?"

"I want a sword!"

"...for the wall, Tommy."

"Oh."

--

Inside the castle, Phil had led a sleepy Wilbur to the master bedroom, and he'd face-planted onto

Phil's bed and passed out. An hour or so had passed when Wilbur blearily looked up from the

covers, making eye contact to where Phil was sorting through documents, marking some up with a

pink pig pen Techno had gotten him.

"Where... where's Tommy n Techno?" Wilbur slurred. He moved his head around, stretching a bit

as his hands patted along the bed, looking for his brothers. Did they not come nap with him? That

was so, absolutely completely, rude.

"They went out to the markets, mate," Phil paused, leaning back in his chair and raising an

eyebrow. Wilbur fought the urge to growl, feeling the dissatisfied rumbles bubble up his throat. "I

think they're buying stuff for Tommy's room. And some clothes."

Wilbur frowned. He was offended. "And they didn't invite me?" he grumbled, trying his best not to

throw a tantrum on the covers. " I would have been able to pick better clothes for Tommy. And

Techno just has a bunch of swords up on his walls, he's gonna come back with a decorative sword

for Tommy."

"You were asleep," judging by the amused grin playing at Phil's lips, Wilbur wasn't doing a very

good job at not throwing a tantrum. "What else did you want them to do?"

"Come snuggle with me, then go to the markets," Wilbur sighed in irritation, getting up and

frowning, flicking his ears harder than necessary. "I'm going to go find them and tell them how

inappropriate it was that they left without me."

"You do that, Wil."

"And if they come back before I find them, I want you to pass along my complaints."

"I will, Wil."

Wilbur flicked his ear in irritation again, before turning on one heel and storming out of the room.

He made sure to smack his heels against the floor with every step, just so Phil knew exactly how

upset he was. His brothers, leaving without him to go do decorating. Tommy was just going to

come back with a sword.

That gremlin did not need a sword.

Wilbur huffed, stomping down the hallway to his own room, so he could get changed and go find

his stupid brothers.

You are overreacting.

You were asleep-

Fuck you, Chat.

Oh, we've been wounded.

Not.

Chapter End Notes

See you tomorrow

So many of you honked your clown noses omg

Jess is Icing a Cake

Chapter Summary

YO SORRY, I FORGOT TO POST THIS BUT THIS IS MONDAY'S UPDATE

Chapter Notes

Omg I am living my best life

Last week guys, I had a migraine for like 3 days straight so updates were missed

But we are Back On Track so have some food, I'll see you clowns tomorrow

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Wilbur pressed his hands together, leaning into his fingertips as he fought the hysterical laughter,

champagne bubbles popping up his throat, rattling his chest with ice in his veins.

"What do you mean-" he took a breath. Wilbur was going to start screaming. Loudly. "-you lost

him. "

LMAO

Imagine losing a child

get rekt

Techno had the grace to look sheepish. Wilbur had found one brother, sure, as he was rooting

through a market vendor with various decorative swords pinned to a board behind him. When

Wilbur had caught up, Techno was muttering to himself, debating whether he should get a gold

sword or a steel sword, and if so, which gems he wanted embedded into the pommel- what pommel

design? Would Tommy's room look better with a rapier, a broadsword, maybe twin daggers?

Apparently, he'd gotten distracted enough that he hadn't noticed the wholeass child just- walk

away.

"I'm going to kill you," Wilbur exhaled, lowering his hands. His eyes were blown wide with fiery

vengeance as he glared his brother down. Techno was doing that thing where he was trying to

prove he was not anxious, but he just stared ahead unblinkingly, with his arms stiff at his sides. He

was guilty, he was afraid, he was- he was a dead man when Phil got his hands on him. "And when

I'm done with you, Dad's going to murder you."

Dadza!

Killza!

murder the orphans!

Az, this is Wilbur's POV. Not Techno's.

"We can discuss my funeral after we find Tommy," Techno hissed. He was doing his best to look

stoic, but his ears were pinned along his head, flicking with anxiety. Wilbur wordlessly leaned

forward and snatched one of the three bags Techno was holding- a quick look showed some

clothes. Comfortable loungewear, athletic wear, and pajamas. He poked at the other bags, finding

some curtains, bedsheets, blankets, and a suspiciously large pig plushie. "He must have been going

after something, he can't see it so maybe he smelled something or heard something." Techno

fussed over the bag straps, his nostrils flaring. Wilbur had already tried to sniff his little brother out,

but there were too many people, too many stalls, too many conflicting scents. They'd never get

anywhere at this rate.

Are you saying Tommy's stinky?!?!

We WiLl NoT StAnD fOr ThIs SlAnDeR

we don't have legs...

Maybe they should split up, call for Tommy, ask people if they'd seen him. It would certainly draw

attention, especially because everyone clearly knew who Techno was, but whatever got Wilbur to

his brother fastest- a delicate sound raced through the air, a musical note from open holes,

whistling with wind. Wind chime. It was subtle, maybe, but it wouldn't have been subtle to

someone who couldn't see. Wilbur immediately whirled around, Tommy's name already on the tip

of his lips. He grabbed Techno's sleeve and dragged his confused brother, ears pricked for the

sound.

Chime.

He made a right, heading down a new street. Techno finally seemed to be catching on, his

wordless protests slowing as they raced down the street.

Chime.

There, the final stall down this row- a short figure with a messy mop of blonde hair, his hands

gently cradling a wind chime. The vendor was leaning over him, a soft smile on their face as they

pointed out the different details, Tommy's hands following their finger to feel for himself. The

vendor's head shot up when they approached, and they had maybe a single second to register that

the two princes were approaching their stall when Wilbur threw himself at Tommy. Tommy

jumped a bit, spluttering, but he calmed down when he realized it was just Wilbur.

Chimeinnit

Oop, dat dude looks scared af

Baby baby, runt, pack safe- Wilbur's instincts pushed, and he gave in, cradling Tommy close to his

chest. His pants were in a small puddle along the ground, the water soaking through to his knee,

but he couldn't find himself caring. He rubbed his cheek along Tommy's face, relieved purrs

breaking out of his throat.

"You," Wilbur laughed breathlessly. "Are in so much trouble. "

"Wha- hey! He's the one who let me run off!" Tommy pointed off in a random direction, a frown

marring his face, and Wilbur grinned before moving Tommy's arm to point correctly at Techno. "I

heard the wind chimes and I wanted to come hear them-"

"You could have asked me," Techno growled, stepping forward. Wilbur leaned back just enough

for Techno to pull Tommy into his arms, balancing his brother on one forearm and the bags in

another. "Do you have any idea how worried I was when I turned around and you weren't there?"

You're being overbearing, wilbur.

GUYS I FORGOT TO MAKE THE ICING FOR MY MOTHER'S CAKE

"You were going on and on about something-something alloy, I got bored, " Tommy whined. "I

tried to ask you to go, but you weren't even listening, bitch!" Tommy tried to poke Techno's cheek,

but ended up sticking a finger in his nose instead. Tommy immediately shrieked, wiping his finger

off on Techno's shirt, the older holding him with the most unamused expression Wilbur had ever

seen on a person before. Techno mumbled something about a leash, prompting a loud argument

from Tommy about how Techno was a bitch and Tommy was the biggest man and he was not

going to be put on a leash.

Wilbur turned to the vendor, a wry grin on his face as he brought out the satchel of coins he'd

snatched from Phil. "Could I buy the wind chimes he was interested in, please?"

"Of- of course, your highness." the vendor blinked, their head snapping between Techno and

Tommy, before hurrying to pack three delicate wind chimes into tissue paper, gently setting them

into individual bags. Wilbur could understand Tommy's fascination- they were beautiful, the

craftsmanship was incredible, and they all made distinctly different sounds. When the vendor

looked up again, Wilbur passed them the bag of coins, not bothering to count out the amount.

Judging by how wide the vendor's eyes blew, it was more than enough. Wilbur brought a single

finger to his lips in a shushing motion, winking at the vendor playfully.

"Don't let Tech hear you say that, he thinks he's undercover." Wilbur grinned, turning when

Techno's voice rose to that breathy, high pitched tone he took every time he was losing an

argument. Tommy was thrashing about, his limbs flailing with no regard to who was around him,

and Techno seemed to be playing a great game of Dodge-the-Pedestrian. He was losing.

"Is that," the vendor hesitated and Wilbur turned back to them, one eyebrow raised. "Is that boy-"

"He's our little brother," Wilbur inclined his head, smiling. "He hasn't been crowned yet. I hope

you'll be in attendance to it- something tells me he's going to start collecting wind chimes."

"I would be absolutely honoured. " the vendor blinked, eyes blown wide again.

"Thanks again!" Wilbur called. He jogged up to meet his brothers, laughing when Tommy finally

tuckered himself out and used Techno's shoulder as a chin rest. Tommy glared out at the world

from his perch, grumbling softly to himself about how unfair this all was. Wilbur wanted to tease

him from hell and back, but Tommy already looked so grumpy that he decided against it.

"If you're tired, we can go back to the castle and have a nap." Wilbur was hopeful. Now that the

adrenaline from almost losing his brother had faded, he could feel the Gravol pulling at his system,

threatening to drag him down, down, down. Fatigue pushed at his eyelids, every reaction just a

second too slow. Wilbur hated the exhaustion that came from the Gravol, but he hated the motion

sickness more.

Stomach go BRRRRRRRRRRRR

What kind of cake?

She wants a red velvet unicorn cake

Send a pic when you're done with it, I want to see these... cake decorating skills you speak of

Fuck you, my cakes are amazing

"No," Techno shot him a dirty look, adjusting his grip so Tommy's knee wasn't digging into his

ribcage. "We're shopping. I still need to find more things for Tommy's room."

Technoshop

"And you can go do that," Wilbur rolled his eyes, playfully bumping his shoulder into Techno's.

"While Tommy and I go nap. You want to nap with your big brother, don't you Tommy?" Wilbur

turned to look at his brother and almost passed out on the spot. Tommy was half asleep, eyes

drooping slowly. His head was nodding on and off, jerking every so often when his head dipped

too far. Wilbur swallowed down the coo in his throat, leaning forward to brush some of Tommy's

bangs out of his face. Say yes. Say yes. Say yes- Wilbur chanted to himself.

CUTEINNIT

PROTECT THIS SWEETHEART WITH YOUR LIVES.

Wholesomeinnit

Tommy moved his head between him and Techno before shuffling and holding his arms out for

Wilbur. This time, Wilbur didn't bother holding in his coos. He took his brother into his arms,

letting Tommy wrap his little arms around his neck.

"Aww, there we go, Toms," Wilbur kissed the top of Tommy's head, adjusting his carry so Tommy

was balanced on one forearm. "Tech, gimme the rest of the bags. I'll take them up to the castle."

Techno glowered darkly at that.

"Don't say that, I'm undercover." he hissed. Ah, of course. How could Wilbur forget. Techno was

wearing a hood, therefore, he was being so incredibly sneaky.

Obviously.

Everyone's like Tommy in his vicinity

blind

"My mistake," Wilbur said placatingly, taking the bags from Techno and pushing his free arm

between the straps. Wilbur huffed a bit as his arm was burdened with the bags, but Tommy's hair

tickling the side of his neck more than made up for it. Oh gods above, Wilbur was going to get

cuddles. "We'll probably be in Dad's room. I'll see you back home, yeah?"

F's in Chat for techno

F

Ff

f

"Yeah, yeah," Techno grumbled. "Take the child. I'll finish shopping." he stalked away, hands by

his sides and fury on his face, and Wilbur felt just a little bit bad for laughing. Techno stomped off,

just barely throwing a tantrum over his brotherless existence. Wilbur just turned on a heel, heading

up to the castle. He had some cuddles to get through.

When they arrived, Wilbur shouldered through Phil's door, grinning triumphantly at his dad.

"Now," Wilbur kicked off his shoes in a dramatic flourish, throwing off his coat and taking off

Tommy's cloak, removing Tommy's shoes as well. "We nap." he dropped onto the bed, grinning

when Tommy shrieked as he bounced. Wilbur hugged his brother closer as Phil chuckled fondly,

pulling the blankets over them and curling around Tommy. Tommy threw an arm around his neck

and nuzzled into his collarbone, and Wilbur started purring at him.

A soft click, a little flash, and Phil was cooing over his communicator.

"Shuddup," Tommy smacked Wilbur's chest. He purred harder, unable to stop the bubbles of

fondness popping through his arteries. "'M sleepin."

Wilbur kissed his head, closing his eyes. It would be better if Techno was here to nap with them

too, but oh well. One of two was much, much better than zero.

--

"Well, I've got some news, my Beloved," a sly grin stretched across his face, his hands slamming

into the table underneath him. Tubbo could barely see from under his bangs, but what mattered

here was the dramatic effect. Ranboo, to his credit, didn't look entirely impressed with the plastic

table Tubbo had unfolded, two uncomfortable black chairs on either side of it. A single, dusty light

swung a bit overtop the table, as Tubbo had smacked it before beginning his monogue. "There's a

new prince. He's our age. We're going to be his attendants."

"...and why, exactly, do you look so pleased about that?" Ah, Ranboo, Ranboo, Ranboo... so naive.

"So blind to the possibilities," Tubbo murmured, before snapping his head back up to stare Ranboo

down. He still did not look impressed- would it honestly kill him to show a little more enthusiasm

for Tubbo's schemes? "Ranboo! Do you not see? If we're in cahoots with a prince, we can get away

with anything. Anything. "

"Tubs, I love you, but-"

"Silence yourself. We will get away with so many crimes!" Tubbo turned away from the table,

cackling. "So many crimes!"

Ranboo sighed.

Like what?

2/3s lb. of Nuclear warfare, for starts. Then add half a cup of arson to Gogy's house, sprinkle a

libral heaping of stealing pets and let cook for 16 days. When done, add cream of exile and serve.

...too soon.

Enjoy this recipe from Mama Void's kitchen of Fic Recs.

Never say that again.

Chapter End Notes

I love my new iPad!! I also bought a microphone-

My friend from Tennessee got dumped and was sad, and he said something along the

lines of wanting someone to send him flowers, so I went Lmao Bet, and sent him

flowers. He's getting the bouquet on Saturday!! I'm excited, I picked a good one

Sickinnit go brrr~

Chapter Summary

YO LATE UPDATE IT'S LIKE 4AM BUT LET'S GO

Chapter Notes

CW for this chapter: Tommy is a sick child, he just has a fever. He doesn't puke and

nobody dies but!! In case you have issues with it :)

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Tommy, for lack of a better word, felt like shit. He was cuddled in Wilbur's arms, still in a bed way

bigger than anything Tommy had ever been on before. He was pretty sure it was Phil's room,

judging by what Wilbur had said to Techno when they were leaving the marketplace. His breath

felt laboured the way it always did when he got sick, and being so close to Wilbur was making his

head throb. It pounded at the inside of his skull, rattling his brains. The pain seemed to guide his

eyes, shooing in the dizziness racing up his skull. It felt like he was on some kind of carnival ride,

spinning and spinning and spinning with no end. Tommy wasn't usually motion sick - he had a

tough stomach for all his flips and turns and altitude drops - but this was something else entirely.

He pricked his ears, trying to listen for the scratching sound of pen on paper that had belied Phil's

presence earlier, but there was nothing but Wilbur's soft whooshes, his breathing steady and even in

his sleep. Wilbur, like Techno, was like sleeping next to a goddamn furnace. A fire- a stupid,

snuggly fire. And he probably had a dumb face. Tommy was very confident in Wilbur's having of a

dumb face. He struggled out of the arms caging him, whining a bit when Wilbur pulled him back

automatically. Most times, Tommy liked being able to cuddle with his brothers. But Tommy was

too hot, and Wilbur was endlessly giving off heat, and there was sweat sticking his shirt to his

back, and Tommy really wanted Wilbur of so he could go sit in an ice box or something.

He twisted, bringing a knee up to break Wilbur's hold, quickly shoving a stray pillow in his place.

Wilbur's arms retreated, a soft little purr erupting from his chest. Clingy bastard. Step one of

Tommy's plan: fool Wilbur was a roaring success. He slid off the bed, trying to stand, and had to

bite down a gasp as his sense of balance fell off hard to the left. Tommy tilted, arms pinwheeling

as he tried to stay upright- but he couldn't even tell what way was up and what way was down, and

he started going down, until a steady gust of wind blew him back to a standing position.

Tommy blinked, air swirling around his fingers. A welcome home from a familiar, old friend.

Despite the headache dragging nails across his forehead, Tommy grinned. He extended his field of

awareness out, finally able to move with complete confidence now that he knew where things

were. A desk pushed against one wall, the bed, two end tables with lamps. A carpet, with one edge

raised just a bit from being stuck under one of the bed's legs- Tommy could have tripped on that,

without his magic back. It sparkled through his veins, a cold rush of freedom giving undying relief

to his shitty condition. So long as he had his magic, he'd be fine. He'd be fine.

Famous last words

Tommy shivered as his body was plagued with cold chills, the sweat drops falling between his

shoulder blades somehow feeling like little drops of ice. He was too hot earlier, he's too cold now-

he brought a hand up to his forehead, heat radiating from the touch. So he had a fever. Big deal,

big man Tommy Innit could handle a fever. Or was it Tommy Craft now? He wasn't... wasn't sure.

Phil did sign the adoption papers... right?

Void, did Phil actually sign the adoption papers? I can't remember.

You're the author, get your shit together!

JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION.

Technically, *pushes glasses up* Phil just asked Tommy's permission to adopt him, and Tommy

agreed before running of , as stated in paragraph 2 of chapter 14: -then I'll sleep with the stars

tonight.

Okay great but didn't I do that whole thing about Tommy's citizenship? Did he sign the- I have no

idea what goes in my own story.

So, no, in short terms no. That was just a monologue in Phil's POV.

Ah.

...so he didn't. It was going to be fine, because Tommy was going to deal with this on his own. He

wasn't going to bother getting a thermometer, he couldn't read the display anyway. When he was

on his own, he just... waited it out. He could wait it out, it had to break eventually, right?

Tommy stumbled out of the room, narrowly avoiding the bit of stuck-up carpet. The rush of relief

had been temporary at his magic being back, apparently, because his head was pounding harder

than ever. Tommy tried to breathe through his nose, but found that he wasn't getting in enough air.

He stumbled along the halls, head flying back and forth to try and figure out where to go. Wilbur

was asleep, Phil was- somewhere, and Techno was probably still at the market. And Tommy didn't

need help. He needed to get somewhere where he couldn't be found, because being sick meant

being weak, and being weak meant sleeping. He- he had to get up high. Higher. Nobody could

chase him if he went high enough. It was what he always did- the top branches of trees, dangerous

skyscraper alcoves, old carts on abandoned ferris wheels. It was safer there than anywhere else,

because nobody could find him up there.

Tommy decided to go right, one hand scraping across the wall for balance. His body ached like

he'd just had a particularly rough day with Dream and his crew, like he'd been dropped down a

building and hadn't made the landing. Pain shot up and down his spine with every step, each breath

coming harder.

"Tommy?"

He hadn't noticed the footsteps. How could he not have noticed the footsteps? He flung a weak

gust of wind at the stranger, detailing a large build and mouth-lumps, and hey that was probably

Techno, but Tommy was way too tired to try and make that conclusion. He needed to get moving.

If he made it up to the top of... whatever this was, it should be high enough for him to be safe to

sleep.

"What are you doing out here?" there was the sound of bags rustling, plastic being placed down,

and hands on his face. They were so, so warm, and Tommy leaned into the contact, because he was

so, so cold. No, wait- that wasn't right.

"'M hot," Tommy decided. Shivers wracked his body again, the backs of his legs aching in time

with the pounding of his head. He frowned. "No, no I'm-" his tongue felt like molasses in his

mouth, heavy and thick and gluey. "I'm cold." Hands reached above his cheeks, a palm cupping his

forehead. Tommy leaned into the blissful, blissful coolness- but that wasn't right either. Weren't the

hands warm earlier? "Hurts." Tommy admitted. No wait, he wasn't supposed to be admitting to

weakness. "Fine. 'M fine."

"You're runnin' a fever, is what you are," Techno muttered. "What hurts?"

Tommy stubbornly kept his mouth shut. He wasn't about to admit weakness in front of the enemy.

He turned his head away, about to try to stomp on Techno's foot, but he unbalanced again, tipping

off to the side as his inner carnival ride started back up. Techno sighed a bit before grabbing him,

hoisting him up into his arms.

"You gotta tell me where it hurts, Toms, 'else I can't help," Techno nuzzled at Tommy's head, a

chuf -chuf -chuf breaking from his throat, bubbling over Tommy's ears. "C'mon, bud."

"Everywhere," Tommy gave up and whined into Techno's chest. His head was hurting more, a

constant pulse of pain behind one eye. He could feel the banitsa he ate earlier swirling around in

his stomach, acid bubbling into his throat. Everything hurt. "My head."

"Okay, we'll go take some medicine," Techno hummed. "Is your magic back?" Tommy waved a

hand and a gust of wind tore through the hallway, a vase Tommy hadn't noticed toppling to the

floor before he could catch it. He winced, shoulders coming up to his ears when the thing shattered

on the floor, the terrible noise of sliding porcelain following. Techno made the chuf -chuf -chuf

again, nuzzling at Tommy. His tusk poked into the side of Tommy's head, but he found he didn't

mind all that much. It was something, something different from the pain ricocheting through his

skull. "I'll take that as a yes. Don't worry about the vase, I'll have someone come clean up the glass.

We need to get some fluids and flu medicine in you, though."

"I don't want medicine," Tommy complained. His head felt all fuzzy, his balance constantly

shifting as Techno started walking somewhere. He was too tired to fling out his magic and see

where things were, so he settled for leaning into Techno's chest and waiting for the dizziness

behind his eyes to abate. "I'm a big man. Don't want drugs, want women," he slurred. "Drugs and

women. You know, right Techie?"

"...definitely." Techno was laughing at him, so Tommy smacked him as hard as he could. It was

not very hard.

"I'm gonna- I'm gonna-"

"Shhh," Techno let out a soothing rumble, tucking Tommy's head under his chin. He was too warm

again, but he found he didn't mind all that much. "Just take your medicine and go to sleep, gremlin.

At least now I can nag Wilbur for letting you sleep in wet clothes and getting you sick." the last

part was mumbled, and Tommy was already dreading the medicine, but-

He sighed against Techno's chest. "Can we go cuddle with Wilbur?"

"...Tommy-"

"Please?"

A sigh. "Fine."

At least Tommy had his brothers wrapped right around his fingers.

--

Purpled was going to die. Scratch that, Purpled was dying. Actively. Terribly. What a way to go

out.

He had begged, desperate for any form of caffeinated beverage, but Punz had held true to his word.

George had once, seeing Purpled's headache and exhausted state, offered his own iced coffee and

Red Bull mix, but Ponk had appeared around the corner the second Purpled had wrapped his lips

around the straw, and dragged George off by the ankle, kicking and screaming. It was terrible.

Purpled had never before in his life felt so tired.

He usually got anywhere from two to three hours of sleep, but he actually slept for seven hours last

night. Seven. He had things to do and places to be, he couldn't spend seven hours in a bed just

laying there. He could just caffeinate himself and get the work done- emphasis there on the could.

Not can. Purpled was well and truly suffering, and every day, he prayed for someone to take him

the fuck out.

Not only that, but his workload had severely decreased. Which meant that Purpled didn't even have

papers to sort through, people to call, and citizenships to track down- all he could do was sit in his

office, idly spinning in his chair, until he got bored enough to nap. Purpled never napped.

"I bet Prince Tommy would let me have caffeine," Purpled grumbled. He heard the door squeak

open and spun around on his chair, papers already sorted. He had nothing left to do today, and

Dream had already told him to go home and take a nap, but Purpled was not going to be doing that.

Not today, not ever. Sam stood in his doorway, and thank fuck for that, because if it was Ponk,

Purpled was pretty sure he might have stabbed him. Purpled loved Ponk most days, but his head

was killing him. There was a pulsing behind one eyebrow, and he could feel the blood vessels

swelling in his head. If Ponk had come in here and been his loud, noisy self- "Would Prince

Tommy let me have caffeine?"

"Thinking of running back to the Empire, are you?" Sam grinned a bit, coming further into the

room and depositing a glass of water and some pills on the desk. Purpled sighed a bit, deflating at

the water. Just water, No coffee. He normally took his pills with espresso, but at Sam's expression,

he popped the lid of the bottle and shook two pills out, swallowing them and hoping they worked

fast enough for the headache to go away. "I was actually going to talk to you about that. We're

going to be heading back in a week or so," Sam shrugged. "You're welcome to come with us or

stay here. Dream is more than willing to have you on his staff."

"I said , is Prince Tommy going to let me have caffeine." Purpled grumbled. He was grouchy, sue

him. Someone had taken away his coffee privileges.

"Probably," Purpled perked right up at Sam's answer. "Although you'll be limited to one coffee a

day, and no extra espresso shots. You're going to kill yourself with all that caffeine." Sam raised an

eyebrow, and Purpled deflated a bit. But- well, one coffee a day was better than zero.

"It's a deal," Purpled groaned. "I'll go work for the- the gremlin, or whatever."

"Alright," Sam drawled. He pocketed the pills, crossing his arms and staring down at Purpled.

"You do know it's going to be a lot more dangerous than your current job, yeah? You'll basically

be his personal guard."

"I can't imagine how hard guarding a Prince is going to be."

"Theoretically, not at all," Sam paused a bit, sighing. "The Crafts are immortal."

Purpled froze. "...excuse me?"

"They're immortal. King Philza's magic stops their aging entirely, and whenever they're killed or

die of other causes, they literally rebuild their bodies in the last places they slept. Prince Tommy

hasn't died yet, but he's not going to age much more either. He'll probably stop aging between

sixteen or eighteen. You're entering into a lifetime of servitude to the royal family, and your kids

will be responsible to pick up your legacy when you die. Ponk and I are both from families that

have served King Philza for generations- that man has been alive for centuries. It's a big ask," Sam

squared his shoulders, staring down at Purpled with the most serious expression Purpled had seen

on him to date. "So I want you to be completely sure before you sign yourself away. I'm sure you

have questions- I've had Dream give you tomorrow off, and I'll answer all of them. Do you

understand?"

Purpled swallowed. "Yes." he muttered. Sam nodded once, before exiting out the door.

Chapter End Notes

SEE YOU SIMPS TOMORROW

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Chapter Notes

Hhhh okay so Things have happened. I had a migraine for like 2 days again, and as

some of you know, I recently upped my antidepressant dose and I have been getting

hella fatigue from it. I've been getting behind on the updates, so I am going to take a 1

week hiatus on the story to rest and see how my energy levels are functioning.

Extension will resume on Monday, May 17.

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Purpled stared at himself in the mirror. After that... talk with Sam yesterday, he'd immediately

gone home and passed out. Just face first, into the bed, at 6pm. It was a healthy 10am now, and

Purpled was prodding at his eyes. He'd assumed that the bags on his skin would be permanent, but

they were actually clearing up. They were lighter and smaller, for sure, and his skin was actually

starting to glow a healthy peach. Not the washed-out beige it'd been while he was working for Eret.

Purpled pulled at a cheek, frowning a bit at how much skin was there for him to play with. Since

coming here, too, he hadn't been allowed to skip any meals.

Most days, before, Purpled would maybe have a piece of fruit in the morning and a sandwich

during the day. That wasn't flying anymore, and the constant ache of hunger in his belly was gone.

He'd gotten used to it, the pain had been grounding. But now that it was gone, he wasn't quite sure

what... what to do. He'd started biting his nails again, but Ponk had gently painted on some really

bad tasting polish and given Purpled this... rubber chew thingy. Ponk had called it a fidget toy.

Purpled called it stupid. He wasn't- he didn't need to stim or whatever. He was fine. The toy sat

innocently on the bathroom counter until Purpled picked it up, sighing before bringing the circle to

his lips. He had to admit, chewing on this was a lot more satisfying and a lot less painful, but the

ring was embarrassing. Maybe... maybe he could find something else to take around. Something a

little more subtle.

Whatever it could be, it was a problem for future Purpled. Sam had already whispered to his

communicator that he was waiting in his office, so all Purpled really had to do was get up and go

see Sam. Like it was all normal, like he wasn't about to agree to sign his entire life away to a

preteen. An immortal preteen, mind you. Purpled was having a hard time wrapping his brain

around that, the idea that Purpled would turn thirty and this kid would still look twelve. He dipped

his face from the mirror, splashing some of the running water onto his face and sighing. He

wouldn't get any answers by sitting here moping, so the best solution was to just... pull his socks

up and go see Sam.

Purpled towelled his face off, shrugging on a black jacket. His purple hoodie, blessed as it was,

was in the wash. Purpled had been procrastinating on doing it until Ponk came in and smelled his

dirty socks, and then he was chased around with a sauce pan until he'd picked up all his laundry.

All eleven of Purpled's purple hoodies were dirty, so white shirt and black jacket it was.

He already missed his hoodie pockets. He slipped an energy bar into the side pocket in case he got

hungry later, leaving the door to his room unlocked and heading down the plush hallway. Oil

paintings lined the halls, decorative carvings, and made of a cool, smooth stone. It radiated a chill,

a nice contrast against the startlingly warm air outside. Purpled would have loved to take his jacket

off, but he had scars from his... time with Eret. He didn't want to explain them and he didn't want

to talk about it. That was all that was.

He padded down the hallway, waving to one of the cooks as he passed, who was carrying a tray

with some tea and pastries, heading to the deeper parts of the castle that housed Dream's room. The

cook smiled and called a greeting- a few nights ago, Purpled had been wide awake and miserable,

and had wandered into the kitchen for a snack. The cook was on shift, and he'd taught Purpled how

to make strawberry scones. They were light, flaky, and the edges of them crisped up into

something Purpled could only call absolutely delicious. The dough was relatively unsweetened,

only a tablespoon of sugar being tossed in with the strawberries. He thought they were delicious,

and the cook had brewed them some chamomile to go with it.

Scones suck, biscuits for LIFE.

That's a lot of smack talk coming from someone who puts biscuits in soup.

I DO NOT PUT BISCUITS IN SOUP YOU BITCH, I NEVER SAID THAT.

Biscuit in da soup :)

AQUA!!!

Also, how are we just chatting in Purpled's POV? He doesn't have chat.

We're omniscient and Void wanted to put this bit in, so that's how.

Ohhhh. Ok.

Hi writer Void!!!

Hi, Aqua, how are you doing?

Good, I'm just vibing. How about you?

I'm alright. I'm playing 8-Ball Game Pigeon with my friend Lily and she sucks.

What's Game Pigeon?

It's this app you can get on your phone, or rather comm, where you can play games with friends

over text messages. It's really neat. Anyways, back to our regularly scheduled programming.

Purpled kept finding the tea in his room when he got back from work now.

He made a left, sighing before knocking at Sam's office door. There was a soft come in, and

Purpled sighed a bit, squaring his shoulders and stepping through. He'd be fine. Worst that could

happen was he said no, right? He didn't have to go- they weren't like Eret. He was being given a

choice here, and they were giving him the full story. Sam's floors were a weird wood - Purpled was

like... 90% sure it was fake wood, almost as fake as his enthusiasm - and had maybe the ugliest

carpet Purpled had ever seen stretched across it. Seriously, the thing was a giant block of light and

dark greens, with a creepy grin. It sorta looked like creepers, but hella pixelated. Very ow, very

cringe, the second Sam was not in his office to protect his stupid carpet, Purpled was going to toss

it in his fireplace and watch it burn.

"Purpled," Sam gestured with his head over to the free chair opposite Sam's, and Purpled slunk

over. It really felt like an interrogation now. "I'm sure you have questions." The chair was

uncomfortable- and actually, Purpled just needed to vent about this real quick. Dream, for some

strange reason, seemed to only employ bad chairs in his entire castle. If it didn't make your back

ache when you were done sitting, it wasn't allowed in Dream's castle. The man must have a spine

of steel, because Purpled could not imagine having to live like this. This was ridiculous. They all

sucked! All of them! Purpled could not find a single decent chair in this entire castle, the floor was

a good bet more comfortable than Dream's chairs. The only, the absolute only, chair that was of

supreme quality was Gogy's, and the last person that had tried to steal George's chair - it was

Sapnap - had been promptly defenestrated - Purpled had watched, Sapnap was a soprano in the

choir - .

"Yeah, I've got a couple," Purpled muttered. "Beginning with a solid what the fuck, Sam? " Sam's

expression didn't change, but his eyes narrowed slightly in that way people did when they were

smiling. He was sort of hard to read with that mask on, honestly. Purpled wasn't sure how Ponk

was so seamlessly attached to Sam's moods. Purpled thought it was an incredibly valid question, to

be completely honest.

"Well, to begin- yeah, the Crafts are all immortal," Sam leaned back in his chair, raising an

eyebrow and looking as though he was about to prop his feet up on the surface. At least his chair

had some kind of padding- Purpled's was just all metal. It was so completely unfair. "It started

with King Philza, a few hundred years back. He manifested his wings when he was young- and

when he married his wife, Queen Consort Kristin, she became very ill. As she was dying, she

managed to manifest magic that would trade her life for King Philza's, allowing him to reign for

centuries beyond her life."

"How the hell does that even happen?" Purpled wheezed. He still couldn't wrap his head around

the idea of- of just being immortal. "And what does it have anything to do with King Philza's

kids?"

"We're not entirely sure why it works that way, but it does. King Philza is able to pass his magic

along to others, but he has only done it for his children. Our current theory is that because the

Queen Consort loved children and was a very family-oriented person, it manifested that way. King

Philza is able to gift his magic to others, as the Queen Consort gifted her magic to him. The magic

itself sort of... upgrades a person's cabilities. If they die, by means of any causes, their body will

knit itself back together and reappear where they last slept. I've only seen it once, myself, when

Prince Technoblade got blown up on a creeper hunt, and it does not seem like a pleasant process. It

will be your job, in essence, to prevent that from happening to Prince Tommy," Sam leaned

forward this time, pressing his chin into his hands. "Of course, that means by any means necessary.

The royal family takes their security extremely seriously, and you need to put your life above

Prince Tommy's, despite his likely objections to the idea. This isn't a job you can go into without

full surety of yourself."

Purpled swallowed. "You said I'd be signing myself and the generations after me to his service."

"You would be," Sam sighed. "To breed loyalty, they often take guards by way of generations-

they pass down the job to their children. My parent was King Philza's guard before I was, and they

trained me for the position. I grew up on the idea that I was to serve the King and the royal family-

it was not a choice, but an eventuality. That is something you must consider when making your

decision."

"Was Ponk the same?"

"He was."

Purpled stared down at the desk, tracing a crack in the lacquered wood with his eyes. Forever

being a guard to an eternal teenager.

"...does it pay well?"

"Of course. You'd have your own room in the castle, and pays about two hundred thousand per

year. There is very little vacation time of any kind- you must be on call at all hours of every day.

We do a lot more work than just guarding, however- I'm particularly good with technology, so lots

of the work I do for King Philza is making different tech at his disposal, hacking into things, and

helping him-" Sam sighed heavily, defeat stretched across his shoulders. "And helping him figure

out how to use Windows." Purpled snickered. "Ponk is very much an assassin, and he's often sent

out on missions or is responsible for healing injuries. Considering your abilities and Prince

Tommy's inability to not get himself in trouble, you'd likely be following him around unnoticed to

make sure he doesn't get himself killed."

"...and I'd get coffee."

"Please tell me you're not about to sell your life away for some coffee."

Purpled stared a little harder at the table. Sure, he'd been content with a simple life before- a life of

making coffee and drinking coffee and having Call of Duty tournaments after work. It had been

boring, but it had been routine. Could Purpled really go back? After all of this? What was he really

doing with himself, working for Buckstars for too little money? At least with this... he'd be able to

make something of himself. Be part of something bigger. Purpled felt like he was tipping on the

precipice of something enormous, something he had no idea how to comprehend. Working with

immortals, being a guard, a friend, a babysitter to one of the most powerful families in the world.

How many opportunities like this had Purpled passed up because he was too afraid of taking

action? This wasn't going to come again. Something in him was desperate to be considered

important. Was it selfish? Couldn't someone else do a better job than just Purpled?

Maybe. Maybe they could.

Purpled lifted his head, finally making eye contact with Sam.

"When are we leaving?"

This time, Purpled was sure Sam was smiling.

--

Tommy sneezed again, trapped between Wilbur and Techno. He knows, he knows, he asked for

this. He did. He really did. But honestly- he thought he was cold, and then he got stuck between

two piglins, who ran hot like they were still in the goddamn Nether, and Tommy was sweating his

ass off. He was very upset. This was so not poggers.

"This is so not poggers." He hissed, quietly. Tommy was pretty sure Wilbur might have been

lightly dozing, but Techno was undoubtedly, completely asleep. His brothers deserved a nap after

that stupid plane ride. And Techno had to chase Tommy around to make him take that gross ass

medicine. This time, instead of chalky cherries, it tasted like chalky grapes, and it kind of had the

consistency of chalk dissolved in water anyway. He was feeling a little better, but Tommy was still

bitter. And he would take his revenge.

He sneezed again, and he felt his eyes narrow beyond his control. Someone was talking shit about

them, and Tommy was going to find that bitch and shank them.

You are in a mood today, apparently.

Oh shut the fuck up Chat, he wasn't feeling good. He was allowed to be murderous. His head still

hurt and his tummy was all rolly, and Tommy was pretty sure he was going to vomit soon. And he

was going to puke all over Techno. That'd teach him for making Tommy drink grape-chalk-water.

He fits right in, little baby!

Tommy grumbled unhappily to himself, sighing when he heard the door unlock. He could feel

Phil's feathers rustle in the air as he happily skipped in. Arms reached around his middle and

pulled him away from his overheating brothers, and into a much cooler lap. Tommy sighed a bit

when a cold... something was pressed to his face, Phil chirping a bit like a goddamn mother bird.

"You alright mate? I know it can get a bit warm with them," Phil was laughing, his nose tucked

somewhere behind Tommy's ear. Tommy leaned into Phil's chest, pressing the cold thing harder

to his head. "Why don't we go sit in one of the gardens? It's cooler out there, and I think the fresh

air would do you some good."

"Yes," Tommy groaned. "Take me away from the living space heaters. I'm sweating my ass off,

Phil!"

Phil laughed, standing and bringing Tommy with him. His legs dangled and he rested his head on

Phil's shoulder, the cold thing bringing instant, beautiful relief to his poor head.

Tommy sneezed again and Phil chirped worryingly.

"You're real sick, huh?" One of Phil's hands brushed part of his bangs away so the cool thing

could press more onto his forehead.

"No," Tommy complained. "Someone's just talking shit about me. And when I find them, I'm

going to shank them."

Phil's laughter echoed down the halls.

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"No."

" Tommy, " Wilbur's voice had an edge to it, a warning tone laced right in there. Tommy wasn't

scared. He was definitely not quaking, because he had made his decision and he was sticking to it.

He was not coming down. Wilbur was a bitch and Tommy did not listen to bitches. "Get off the

chandelier."

I agree with Wilbur, it's not sanitary

Not gonna lie, coming back to this document and finding "it's not sanitary" without any

punctuation was a real kicker at five in the morning.

Well, Jess, that sounds like a you problem. Also it's staying with no punctuation, fuck you bitch

Innit on a chandelier, what will he do?

"Fuck you." Tommy flipped off in the direction he thought Wilbur was in, hearing his brother sigh

heavily from somewhere below him. He had been cornered with that god-awful grape chalk water

again, and Tommy had not retreated. He just made a tactical move away using what he knew best-

heights. There was some metal and glass contraption up at the very top of the ceiling, and Tommy

had jumped on it. He was pretty sure it could hold his weight. Pretty sure. Some of the parts of the

glass and metal thing was very hot and Tommy had already burnt his hand once.

"Tommy," Wilbur's voice was just as exasperated, footsteps following as Wilbur started pacing

around the bottom of it. "Just take the medicine. You still have a bit of a fever." Tommy didn't

reply, pointedly sticking his tongue out. Wilbur's footsteps paused and Tommy internally relished

in the victory- Wilbur was ridiculously easy to wind up. "Big men take their medicine."

It was a trick, a trap, a ploy. Tommy blew a raspberry out his mouth. Stupid Wilbur and his stupid

magic man words would not trick Tommy, not today! Tommy was a big man because he wouldn't

take the grapey chalk water. He was pretty sure Wilbur didn't know he'd burnt himself though,

because he definitely would have been forcibly removed if he had.

Tommy leaned forward a bit to track exactly where Wilbur was, but it tipped the chandelier just

slightly sideways. He sent a gust of wind to counteract the weight, but the thing swung enough that

Tommy leaned forward and slapped his open hand onto the really hot part. He yelped on reflex,

pulling his hand away and clinging to the middle part of the chandelier. Wilbur was yelling

something underneath him, but Tommy was a little occupied right now, Wilbur. Wilbur just needed

to leave him alone so he could figure this out.

Or you could say... leaf me alone. Get it? Get it?

That-

Out.

Was bad.

Leaf sheep supremacy- this is cyberbullying.

I kind of regret turning down mod now, I could have kicked you just for that pun.

YOU CAN'T KICK ME, I'M THE AUTHOR.

Tommy's hand pulsed with pain with every one of his heartbeats, the chandelier swinging idly.

"Tommy! Tommy, did you burn your hand?" Wilbur had stopped pacing and was standing at the

bottom, worried noises pouring out of his throat. It kind of sounded like what Tommy would

expect stepping on a cat's tail to sound like. "Hang on, I can try to get up there-"

"No!" Tommy shrieked back. His mouth burned with protest. No grape chalk water here, not ever.

"I don't want to take the medicine!"

"Tommy, please, it will make you feel better," Wilbur groaned and Tommy heard him step away.

"Dad! Techno!" Tommy grumbled to himself, still clinging to the middle of the chandelier. His

head was pounding and every time he poked his hand, it hurt a little more. Was it swelling? Did

burns swell? Tommy poked it again, hissing at the sting. Somehow this one seemed to hurt worse

than when he'd gotten burned by that fire mage- if Tommy had to guess, it was because the fire

mage burns were severe enough that they killed his nerves. But Tommy didn't exactly know much

about burns except don't get them.

And don't put ice on them.

Wait, you're not supposed to put ice on them?

No, it damages the tissue with lighter burns and can send people into hypothermic shock with

heavier burns. For small burns, you rinse the area with lukewarm or cool - not freezing - water,

and then wrap it with some burn ointment, vitamin E, or polysporin.

Why do you know this???

I had to take a first aid class because I got a specialist high skills major in technology when I

graduated high school. Getting first aid and CPR certification was one of the requirements.

Boots padded down the hallway and Tommy jolted guiltily, the chandelier swinging harder in his

wake. He hugged the middle part of the middle like a tree, wrapping his arms around it and

swinging his legs through the gaps. More footsteps closer to the chandelier, and Tommy hugged

the middle part harder. He was not coming down and drinking more of that terrible medicine shit.

He would rather die.

"Tommy." Phil sounded stern, as stern as Phil got. It was harder to read Phil than it was to read

either of the twins- he didn't make the same vocalizations, and all Tommy could hear was

irritation. "Please come down. If you're stuck, I can fly up and get you."

"Just leave me alone," Tommy grumbled. "It'd be easier for you to just not make me take it." he

dutifully ignored the anxiety curling around his stomach, his shoulders tensing as he thought of

what Phil could do to him. Take away Minecraft? Hit him? Would he send Tommy away? Tommy

heard shuffling of Phil's wings as he disgusted the words, another pair of boots coming around the

hallway. It sounded like Techno, and he and Wilbur started speaking in hushed, quieted tones.

Tommy strained to listen in on their conversation, sure they were talking about him. Did they also

want to send him back?

"I'm not mad, bubs," Phil soothed. There was a wingbeat and Tommy curled a little tighter around

the chandelier. Phil landed on one edge of it, causing the thing to tip and groan under their

combined weight, but it stayed fixed into the ceiling. Tommy thought that they should definitely

give whoever designed this thing a raise. Phil's hand carted into his hair, one hand above Tommy's

chandelier-hug for balance. "What don't you want to take?"

"The medicine," Tommy whined. He couldn't help it; his head hurt and he'd been arguing with

Wilbur for the better part of twenty minutes before he'd even climbed up here. And his hand was

still pulsing with pain, and Tommy wanted a snack. "It tastes bad." It sounded silly. Maybe- maybe

Tommy should be more mature. Better behaved. He was a wholeass twelve years old- was that old

enough to be mature? His headache was focused right behind an eyebrow, pulsing and sending

spikes of pain through his skull.

I'm so excited for our enemies to lovers arc, my beloathed.

People are going to come into my evil lair and you'll just be there... with bees.

What sort of hybrid should I be, do you think?

Raccoon.

Raccoon.

Raccoon.

Raccoon.

Rat.

...I'm disowning all of you.

Ferrets are cute?

Perky, this is why you're my favourite.

"Toms," Phil cooed a bit, his hand pulling at Tommy's hair and untangling the few knots that had

escaped Techno's careful brushing. "I think it tastes terrible, too, but if you want to feel better, you

have to take it." Phil's hand cupped his forehead, humming a bit. "You're still running a bit of a

temperature, and I'm sure your head still hurts. Why don't we come down from here, and Techno

can make you one of his special hot chocolates? It'll wash the medicine taste right out of your

mouth."

"He hasn't had his afternoon snack yet, either," Techno called from the floor. "He needs to eat.

What do you want for snack, Tommy? Hummus and carrots?"

"Hummus and naan." Tommy pointed a finger in Techno's general direction, frowning a bit.

"You had mac 'n cheese for lunch, you need to have some vegetables. Hummus and carrots."

"...can I have a big mug for my hot chocolate then?"

"Sure, kid."

Tommy huffed. He hadn't won the hummus argument, but at least he could get a big hot chocolate.

He pulled his legs out of the holes in the chandelier, the thing rebalancing itself when Tommy sat

on the opposite edge from Phil. He jumped down, gusts of wind buffering at his body and slowing

his fall until he touched onto the ground, footsteps light. Tommy was only alone for a second

before Techno was on him, pulling his hand out and inspecting the burn. Wilbur approached too,

purring lightly. There was a rustle, a few clicks, and Wilbur hummed a bit.

"Ponk's on his way to help that burn of your's, Toms," Wilbur kissed the top of his head and

Tommy heard Phil jump off the chandelier, his wings spread wide to catch himself. "We can go

get your snack though! Do you want to take your medicine now, or when Tech's made your hot

chocolate?"

Tommy made a face. "After he makes hot chocolate."

"This is why I'm the superior brother, Wilbur," Techno poked at Wilbur, who retaliated with a

quick slap. Techno dodged, and Tommy blinked as he heard his brothers shout and chase each

other down the halls to the kitchen, their jeers echoing across the walls. Phil came up behind him,

wrapping a wing around his body.

"It appears we've been abandoned," Phil sighed. "Those little shits."

"Does that make you an old shit, Phil?"

"Oh, you fucker."

--

"You're going to be on your best behaviour," Puffy glared at them both, her gaze flickering

between Tubbo and Ranboo before settling on Tubbo. "And I do mean best. We are going to be in

the presence of the Royal family, and you will be serving the newest prince. You will not- " Puffy

tugged on one of Tubbo's ears, glaring down at him. Her glares were much more effective on

Ranboo, because all Tubbo did was roll his eyes a bit. "-make nuisances of yourself. Do you

understand?"

"Even if we did make 'nuisances of ourselves'," Tubbo quoted back sassily, propping a hip up and

sticking a finger in Puffy's face. Ranboo had to bite back his chuckles, trying desperately to

pretend he was coughing. "He's a prince. He can get us out of any messes we make. And didn't

you say he has super cool magic? You'll finally have a magic buddy, 'Boo."

"I would like a magic buddy." Ranboo perked up a bit, his tail lazily swaying back and forth. His

magic gave him a tail and made his skin all black-and-white split, but he could teleport.

Teleporting was cool. Ranboo had never known anyone else who had magic before, so he was

excited to make a magic friend. One who could understand better than Tubbo did, sometimes, as

much as Tubbo tried his best.

"...I'm not even going to dignify that logic with a response, Tubbo. Be nice to him, or you are so

grounded. We're heading out tomorrow. You sure you boys are packed? Have everything?"

"I brought all my nukes." Tubbo examined the dirt under his nails. Ranboo really wasn't sure how

Tubbo even saw, considering how his bangs completely obstructed his eyes. Puffy's eye twitched

and she quickly leaned forward and tugged on his ear, beginning one of her famous lectures.

Ranboo sighed a bit. He was also all packed up. He'd picked some alliums from their garden, dried

them out, and pressed them into a pretty frame. He'd spent hours last night carving the frame,

doing delicate little leaf patterns into the wood. He knew the prince couldn't see, so his gift felt a

bit silly, but... you could open the frame and touch the petals. And the carvings had texture to

them. Ranboo just hoped he'd like it.

Chapter End Notes

Hello hello hello, I hath returned from my week of break. It was a pretty good break! I

got a bunch of art n stuff done, so check out my Insta (j.k_kat) if you wanna see some

of it :D

I am eligible for my Covid shot now, Canada's rolling them out slowly based on

workplace, health conditions, and age. I have a high-risk condition, so I'm getting my

first dose on June 1st. If you have the opportunity to get vaccinated, please do! And

wear a mask, even if you are vaccinated!

I am going to take 7 naps and then fight God

Chapter Summary

Hello hello, welcome to a Terrible Tuesday

Chapter Notes

I tried to order noodles at my favourite Chinese restaurant but I got vegetables instead.

Which is okay because I can put my oodles of vegetables on ramen and stir fry

I am still sad I did not get noodles though

But it is okay, because the place is a small business and gosh darnnit take my money

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Sam ducked under Purpled's swing, dropping to the floor and kicking his legs out. Purpled cursed

when his back hit the training mat, using the momentum to flip backwards and bring his staff up

just in time to block one of Sam's hits. Purpled gritted his teeth and tried to push himself forward,

but Sam's arms just strained a little harder.

Sam was always telling him to play to his advantages. And this was frustrating enough- Purpled

was pretty sure that his body was never going to be so bruised ever again. He had to learn how to

fight, fight and not scrap, just in case he ever had to step in to protect Tommy. According to Sam,

Purpled knew how to scrap for survival. He could wrestle and play dirty long enough to get the

hell out of there, but he was clueless when it came to an actual, genuine fight. Supposedly there

were many people vying for the position of Tommy's guard, so Purpled was going to get a lot of

duel challenges until he'd proven himself. The numb tingle in his fingertips told him his magic was

activated, and Sam's attention shifted off Purpled for a split second and onto the wall behind them.

Purpled quickly planted one foot down, dodging to the side when Sam's momentum carried his

staff down, and brought his own staff up to whack it against Sam's side.

Sam recovered and smacked Purpled back into the training mat, but the frustration had fizzled off

and given way to pride. That was the first hit Purpled had gotten on Sam all day, and they'd been at

this for a few hours.

"Well done," Sam turned and offered a hand. Purpled gratefully took it, wincing at how sore his

abs already felt. They were going to be absolute hell tomorrow. He was hoisted off the ground,

finally getting on his own feet. "Every other time we've sparred like this, you've tried coming at me

with brute force." Sam gestured towards himself. "I am taller, broader, and stronger than you. In

most situations, you will be outclassed like this. You win fights by getting creative and playing to

an advantage. Remember that beyond just your weapon and your magic, you can use items in your

environment." Sam poked the mat with his staff, squeezing the end into a gap between two of the

mats. "When I had you on the ground that last round, I was on one mat and you were on the other.

You could have tried to pull it and unbalance me. Especially when you are out in public places,

you need to keep an eye on items on your surroundings that may be useful. Trained, by-the-book

fighters will be unbalanced and off guard if you do something like bang a pot next to their face."

"Yeah, okay," Purpled sighed, dusting off his jacket. Sam was determined to teach him here,

although Purpled wasn't really sure what the lesson was other than getting beaten into the ground.

They'd briefly gone over stances and forms and swings, but Sam had said that all the theory in the

world wouldn't help him if he couldn't put it into practice. "Where's Ponk?" Sam snorted a bit at

that, twirling his staff absently.

"You're not ready to fight Ponk, especially if you can't take me down yet. He fights dirty and uses

everything he can to his advantage. I would be surprised if you ever managed to take down Ponk,"

Sam stepped over to the rack, placing his staff back onto it and motioning for Purpled to do the

same. "Now put your staff away and go shower. We were supposed to head back in three days, but

Tommy burned his hand and Ponk's been called back early."

"How'd he even manage that?" Purpled muttered. He placed his staff down and started going

through his cool-down exercises, hissing a bit at the burn from the stretches. He was not looking

forward to tomorrow.

"I'm not sure, something about a chandelier? Ponk was singing and uh... badly, so I just ignored

him until he went away." Sam started stretching as well, pushing his body around until he could be

more comfortable. Purpled clicked his tongue- he could kind of feel the acids moving through his

sore muscles. He wanted some water.

...water. Purpled was craving water. Good Philza, what has this place turned him into?!

"Water?" Sam asked. Purpled sighed and accepted the bottle from his mentor, uncapping it and

taking a swig. Purpled had to admit, he did feel... better. Now that he was sleeping and not having

as much caffeine. The headaches and exhaustion had eased, leaving Purpled just feeling energized.

Was this what it was like to be healthy? Was this the magic of water? Was this- ugh, this water

literally tasted like nothing and Purpled was craving espresso with something fierce.

Purpled took a final swig of the water, finishing his stretches. He didn't care if water was healthy or

whatever, Purpled wanted the free will to destroy his body as he saw fit. He gripped the bottle and

headed out of the training room, waving to Sam as he went. Ponk was apparently already packing

all their stuff and had given instructions to Wilbur for Tommy's burn. How did that kid even get up

the chandelier? It was a lot of money for babysitting but good Philza, Purpled was not good with

children. Tommy found him funny though, so that was something.

Purpled finally got into his room and lugged a suitcase out from under the bed, pulling it open and

stuffing his clothes in. Most of the items and shit in the rooms weren't his, they were Dream's, so

all Purpled really had to pack was his clothes. He didn't bother folding anything- why would he, if

he was just going to take it out later? Call it teenage boy mentality but Purpled was lazy. And tired.

And sore. And he hadn't had any coffee.

The totem of undying he kept strapped to his thigh sheath at all times rubbed against his leg,

irritating the skin. Purpled sat back on his haunches, looking around the room he'd been given

here. It was opulent in a way that still took Purpled by surprise sometimes- fancy and elegant

enough that he never felt like he belonged. The Empire was far up North, too, a cold and frozen

tundra that was always snowing. Sam said he'd get used to it eventually, but Purpled had spent his

lifetime running about in the sun, sweating through hoodie pockets, and sleeping without any

covers. He hadn't the faintest idea of how to handle living in cold conditions. And then there was

his new job. Purpled didn't really know what to do about it- Sam was trying to train him for every

possibility - Purpled was pretty sure he was going to learn how to diffuse a bomb soon - while also

drilling in his head that anything could happen. And what if Purpled failed? What ifTommy died?

Sam had said that despite their best efforts, sometimes the Watsons would take killing blows

because they could come back. But Purpled didn't want to be responsible for a little kid screaming

while his body knit back together. Didn't know if he could handle that.

Purpled jumped a bit when a hand landed on his shoulder, tensing and wheeling around. Punz

stood there, a carefully blank look on his face and Purpled relaxed in turn.

"Hey kid," Punz forced a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Heard you're leavin' tonight."

"Yeah," Purpled looked back at his suitcase. He was missing his toiletries, but he had everything

else. He had embarrassingly little to pack up and take with him and he hoped to be able to put

stronger roots down in the Empire. "Yeah, I am."

"Of your own free will?" Punz eyed him critically. "You made the choice?"

"I did," Purpled lightly pushed at Punz's shoulder. The man relaxed a bit, stepping back and losing

the intense expression he'd been glaring down with. "Now are you gonna just stand there or are you

going to help me pack?"

Punz groaned a bit, muttering under his breath about being used as free labour, and he reached his

hands into Purpled's suitcase and started folding things, raising an eyebrow. "Do you not know

how to fold?"

"Not folding the clothes was a conscious decision."

"You're such a slob-"

--

"Your Highnesses." Puffy bowed at the waist, pushing harshly on the back of Tubbo's head to

force him to bow as well. They'd arrived, and Ranboo was still feeling a little sick. He got motion

sick a lot in vehicles, and it really didn't help that no vehicle in the world was tall enough for him.

Ranboo was always cramped, his knees up to his chin, and with his back and neck hunched over

for the entire journey. It wasn't a very pleasant experience, all things considered, but at least they

were here now, and Ranboo could meet the new prince.

He was taller than Tubbo, which Ranboo knew Tubbo was already internally seething at, but

shorter than Ranboo. Most people were shorter than Ranboo. He was blonde and had really - and

Ranboo was saying this as a man with one red and one green eye - bright blue eyes. His hair looked

so fluffy and Ranboo's fingers twitched with the urge to touch it and figure out if it was as fluffy as

it looked. His tail gently swished back and forth as he stared at them, having already completing

his own bow at the royal family. He had sized up the other princes, too- Wilbur looked like a

cheerful fellow, Technoblade was very scary and Ranboo was going to avoid him at all costs, and

then the King also seemed very approachable. He supposed Technoblade made up for being scary

for all of them.

Ranboo clutched his wrapped frame in his hands nervously, bowing his head and stepping forward

shyly. "Uhm, Prince Tommy, I have a-"

Tommy suddenly jumped off his throne and made a beeline for Ranboo. Ranboo felt the nerves

shoot down his spine as Tommy approached, little gusts of air pushing against his skin.

"What is that?" Tommy muttered, seemingly to himself. He stepped around Ranboo and made a

grab for his tail. Ranboo blinked and flicked his tail away, and Tommy made another grab for it,

coming up empty. "Is that a tail? Do you have a tail?" Tommy questioned. He had this curious,

endearing look on his head. His head tilted as he stared at the space where Ranboo's tail would be.

Ranboo let a small smile come up on his face, and he gently flicked his tail back over to where

Tommy was sitting, wrapping the appendage around Tommy's wrist. The boy jerked a bit, but

brought his other hand over to feel the short fluff that covered Ranboo's tail.

"Yes, your Highness." Ranboo grinned as Tommy started petting with the fur and not against it,

pulling lightly at the clump of fur at the very end of it.

"That's so pog," Tommy breathed, his eyes wide. Ranboo didn't know what pog meant, but

Tommy looked happy, so he'd take it as a good thing. "And enough of that... your Highness shit.

I'm just Tommy."

"...I'm Ranboo," Ranboo said. He kneeled down, keeping his tail on Tommy's wrist, and handing

his gift over. The paper crinkled as it was passed into Tommy's hands, the prince running his

fingers over the wrapping curiously. "I brought you a gift. I know it's not much, but um... I hope

you like it."

Tommy looked up at him once before going back down to the paper. Ranboo watched in some

kind of morbid curiosity as Tommy tore into the wrapping, little pieces of paper flying everywhere.

When he had all of it off, he started running his hands into the carvings, tracing the indents with his

fingers. When he found the latch, Tommy frowned, before popping it open and reaching inside.

One of his hands made contact with the flower and he drew back, cautious. He gently reached back

in and stroked the edge of one of the petals, hand shaking a bit with how slow he was moving.

"What-" Tommy hesitated, going to pet the flower again. His other hand, the one Ranboo still had

his tail around, was tracing the carving patterns with his thumb. "What is it?"

"It's a frame I made. And um, a dried allium. I thought it'd be fun to touch..." Ranboo cut himself

off at the blinding grin that overtook Tommy's face. It was kind of like staring into the sun, if the

sun didn't leave your vision woozy and spotty afterwards.

"Thank you." the words were simple, but filled with enough gratitude that it had Ranboo sitting up

and scratching at his face under the attention, a beaming grin stretching across his cheeks.

"And I brought nukes!" Tubbo crashed into Ranboo's back with all the grace of a battering ram,

and Ranboo let out a startled oof as he was nearly thrown to the floor. Tommy and Tubbo tipped

their heads back and laughed, and Ranboo started giggling right along with them.

It seemed like this was going to be a lot more fun than he'd originally anticipated.

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An explosion sounded across one hallway, debris and smoke shrieking as they flew through the

halls, ricocheting off the perfect marble columns. Phil took a deep inhale, gently moving his head

over to where the explosion had sounded. No screams but the delighted yells of the three children

in his castle, so Phil just exhaled in contentment, blowing gently at his steaming morning tea. It

was mayhaps too early for explosions, but they were having fun. Phil would let them continue to

have fun.

They'd come a long way.

Tommy was still doing weekly therapy with Puffy, but he was making good progress. He was

better at opening up, asking for help- a few days ago he had gotten into a playful yelling match

with Wilbur and hadn't flinched once. It was good progress, and even though Phil was still woken

up by Tommy crawling into his bed after a nightmare most nights, he wouldn't trade any of it for

the world.

A short vroop sounded and Ranboo appeared, eyes wide and tail swishing like he was still in

disbelief over what they'd just happened. Tubbo and Tommy were tucked under his arms, Tubbo

playfully smacking his butt while Tommy was facing forward, grinning in wild abandon. It eased

something buried deep in Phil's chest, knowing that his son was having fun. Yeah, they were

blowing a few things up, but what kids didn't do that?

Purples particles danced around Ranboo as he unceremoniously dropped Tubbo, who hit the

ground with a oof and immediately started complaining. Phil could make out a remote in Tubbo's

hand with an almost cartoonish large red button. He guessed that was where the explosion came

from.

Tommy just giggled in response to Tubbo's whining, content to sit there and dangle from Ranboo's

too-big arms. The older boy gently set Tommy on his feet and wrapped his tail around Tommy's

waist, tugging him around so that Ranboo could lecture Tubbo properly. As stressed as they made

him sometimes, Phil could still see the layers of mirth in Ranboo's expression, smile marks around

his cheeks and eyes from a lifetime of laughing. Phil was looking forward to seeing the same on

Tommy.

Tommy was finally starting to grow comfortable in his role as a Prince. They had formally

introduced him a few weeks after being in the castle, and the public had taken to him like ducks to

water. He was currently the Empire's sweetheart, and he could do no wrong in the media's eyes.

Or, perhaps, it was because Wilbur had sent threatening messages to every news reporter in the

country. Either way.

Tommy was finally wearing his crown full-time, a delicately woven crown that Wilbur and Techno

had spent months making and what felt like four years bickering over the design. Small golden

strands all flowed together to create a single masterpiece, mimicking vines and leaves and circling

Tommy's head. It was laid with rubies of the highest quality- mined from Eret's old kingdom. Phil

had moved forward with plans for conquering the land, and had secured it with very little fight

since the sovereign's head was painting the floor. As Techno had predicted, the mountainous

landscape was full of ore and gems, and they'd sent several workers there to extract the precious

materials.

Phil had also built them a vacation cabin, in the middle of the woods, for days when they needed to

get away. He hung photographs of Kristin laughing, Kristin trying soup, Kristin putting on a fake

moustache. It had actually been the boys who had done it for him, and when Phil walked in, he had

cried. He decidedly did not mention how the ones Tommy put up were upside down half the time,

and had just hugged his boys. He was so, so lucky for them.

Purpled, as well, had been coming along well according to Sam. He had taken to silently

shadowing Tommy across his adventures, and Phil could see him now, leaning against a pillar and

watching the kids play. Hen had a small grin on his own face, mirth sparkling in his eyes. If Phil

had totems to bet, he'd bet that Purpled had helped Tubbo set up that bomb. If Phil had to guess

from the sound of the explosion, it went off suspiciously close to Ponk's room, who had gone to

the last ball Phil'd thrown with a catgirl maid costume on, even drawing whiskers on his face with

a sharpie. Sam was immune to his bullshit, so Ponk had apparently followed Purpled around the

entire night.

A shriek echoed across the gardens, full of despair, as Ponk loudly mourned the loss of his cat ears.

Purpled started snickering behind the pillar, shoulders shaking hard enough that Phil could see it

from here. Revenge must have felt good.

His youngest laughed loud, something obnoxious and terrible and headache inducing, and it was

the greatest sound Phil had ever heard. Tommy danced around Ranboo, jabbing at Tubbo, his grin

easy and carefree. Wind chimes played their music across the gardens, hung up on every wall they

could manage a place. Supposedly the person who had made the wind chimes was quite rich now,

but they still came by and carved out glass to make new sounds for Tommy to listen to.

His room was covered in plants, in wind chimes, and Wilbur was often in there strumming a guitar,

Tommy curled into his shoulder. There were still bad days, where Tommy would hide on the roof

until Techno climbed up to get him. Where Techno's instincts got the best of him and Tommy got

smothered, where Wilbur's chat pissed him off enough that he isolated for days. Phil, too, knew he

had bad days. Days where Kristin's absence felt like a hole in his very chest, where the sheer loss

had him grieving beyond belief.

Techno finally emerged from the castle, still in his housecoat with his hair up in a messy bun,

glasses perched awkwardly on his face. He was cradling a mug of tea, Wilbur beside him - and

actually dressed for the day - chattering along. It seemed Techno wasn't awake enough to give any

response other than grunts, but Wilbur didn't mind. He spotted Phil and waved, dragging Techno

over.

"We asked to have breakfast outside today, so the servants should be along with some food and a

teapot!" Wilbur greeted cheerfully, plopping down on a chair beside Phil. Techno slumped more

than sat onto his own chair, leaning forward until his weight was supported by the table to sip at

his tea. Tommy, feeling his brothers finally awake, let out a joyful shriek and barreled into Wilbur,

accepting a kiss on the forehead. Techno started sleepily purring the minute Tommy approached

him, gently rubbing his head against Tommy's. Albeit clumsily, Tommy returned the gesture, and

Techno's happy rumbles nearly drowned out the birdsong.

Tubbo shouted something and Tommy smacked his head quickly into Phil's chest, leaning forward

for a hug before dashing off to rescue his friend from an irate Ranboo. They were swept into the

sky, laughter ringing out across the courtyard, and Tubbo clung onto Tommy's sleeve. Not afraid in

the slightest.

Phil leaned back in his chair as Techno tried not to visibly pout at his lack of brother. It was a

beautiful morning.

Tubbo cackled in some kind of evil witch laugh as he and Tommy were launched into the air.

Ranboo teleported out of sheer spite, shrieking as he held onto Tommy's middle and refused to

look down. Tommy flew them over the castle walls, towards the markets- and Purpled slipped

away from the castle, jogging after them with a thermos of coffee attached to his belt.

He was only allowed the one.

Techno watched them leave with a critical eye, grumbling under his breath about needing to

follow. He shuffled back into the castle, probably on his way to get dressed and stalk Tommy

through the markets. Wilbur started talking about his new song, hands waving wildly, and Phil

grinned at his son.

Being a father was the most rewarding thing Phil had ever done.

Chapter End Notes

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