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Whumptober Day 1: Cage/Unconventional Restraints
DSMP Fae AU
Summary: Tommy’s parents are well renowned Hunters. Capture and kill many Mythical/Magical Creatures and freeing countless Villages. They’re latest hunt came up with something more dangerous than anything before. The Winter Court’s Royal Son, the Blood God.
Based on A Blessing Bestowed by just_arandomfangirl and The Perils of Being Kind by Poker
TW: Caging, Hunting, Dehumanizing, Fae AU, Magic AU
I think I got them all!
It was an hour or two after sunrise when Tommy made his way downstairs for breakfast and realized that something was amidst. It wasn’t the fact that every time Tommy saw his reflection in the hallway mirror that the morning sun made his hair look like spun gold. Or his eyes tend to look like sapphire gemstones or that -
Alright Tommy, stop that! You’re human! Clearly that encounter with the last fae has you rattled! You’re human not fae. Tubbo’s fine! He’s in the most guarded part of the Hunter’s Academy. Right? Right.
As Tommy made his way to the Kitchen the smell of waffles and pancakes filled the air. As Tommy entered the Kitchen his suspicion that something was terribly wrong just been confirmed. His Mom was on the stove making waffles, a plate full of stack of pancakes was on the table, fruit bowl full, eggs and bacon were on the table as well. Yep something was definitely up! Tommy’s Mom only did this when there was bad news. It was her way of trying to “lighten the load” of the bad news so it didn't hit so hard when it came.
The only thing that Tommy could think of for why his Mom would be doing this was if they got Tubbo. The Autumn King of the Fae Court took an interest in Tubbo and has been trying to get Tubbo to be his son. If his Mom was making Waffles and Pancakes then that could only mean one thing.
“Please tell me the bastard didn’t get Tubbo?” Tommy begged as he sat down at the table.
“No,” his Mom answered, turning around with a plate of Waffles and putting them on the table. “Tubbo is fine as far as we know.”
“Then what’s with the Waffles and Pancakes?!” Tommy demanded. He knew that if it wasn’t because of bad news then it was something major and this was some kind of bribe.
Both his parents shared a look before his father continued. “Well, son, since what has happened with Tubbo and from what we were able to capture in our last hunt. We think you are more than ready for Field Training.”
Tommy whooped! He’s been stuck at home for so long making charms and weapons that it was about time his parents thought that he was ready! Tommy just turned sixteen, so he was pumped and ready to go hunting with his parents and help save lives!
“So, what am I going to do then? And what is the news?” Tommy wasn’t a child; he knew a tasty bribe when he saw one. If Tubbo was truly safe and sound at the Hunter’s Academy then what would his parents need him to do?
His parents shared a look with another that Tommy didn’t know how to decipher on what it meant. “I think it would be better to show you.” His Mother sighed at the look and noise of protest his father gave. “It’s the only way that he’ll understand fully! We trust you Toms and this is going to be the biggest thing we put you in charge of.”
Tommy gapped at his parents. The biggest thing that he would be in charge of? Holy shit, holy shit! He’s really going on a Hunting trip with his parents?! Oh fuck yeah!
“Then hurry up and let’s go see it!” Tommy said, shoving the last piece of waffles in his mouth before remembering to chew and then swallow.
“Before we go, do you have red clothing?” Tommy rolled his eyes gesturing to his sleeves and the sides of his favorite shirt. “And cold iron? Salt? Clover? Golden flowers?”
“Yes, yes, and yes!” Making a frown appear on his father’s face. “And what feels like nearly every single protection charm there is in this house.”
Tommy started to trace the patterns in the wooden table readying himself for the umbteenth lecture that he knew he would be getting when he said this. “We just want to make sure that you're safe! A Hunter’s Child can and will be seen as a major trophy to the Fae! This will be very tricky and quite dangerous but we trust you with this.”
Tommy nodded his head with a grimace. That was one of the reasons why Tubbo was sought after. The Autumn King saw Tubbo when Tubbo first got introduced into Field Training. At first Tubbo thought it was just some traveler that he wanted to try and scam some goods off of but still give the guy some actually decent charms. The Autumn King saw how clever Tubbo was and when he found out that he was the son of some of the most pronounced Hunters. Well, the Autumn King instantly took an interest in Tubbo.
It was also why Tommy had to stay in the cabin when his parents and several witches went around the property line to draw, carve and activate every single protection charm and spell that they could think of! And why Tommy was specifically restricted to stay within the property lines where the protection is the strongest. The protection charms and spells were on the property lines but the house itself was enclosed in protection charms and magic as well. It would literally take a Royal Fae to break through them. But even then they would be severely weakened.
“I’m ready! I’ll be safe, I promise. Those Fae won’t know what hit them!” Tommy exclaimed.
His Mother gave a small laugh. “I’m sure they won’t! Finish your breakfast then we’ll be heading to the Bunker!”
The Bunker? The Bunker was where all the charms, protection spells, weapons, cages, chains and even specially made magically infused cuffs were made. The cuffs were literally a magic suppressor. Put them on the thing and their powers are severely weakened to useless. Tommy never saw them be put to use, but he had heard a story from a fellow Hunter that went to save a Seaside Town from a bunch of Sirens and had used the cuffs to trap one. What could his parents have caught that they needed to use the Bunker for?
Tommy quickly finished his breakfast, scarfing down the eggs and bacon and even finishing off a few pieces of fruit. He pushed his chair back and followed his parents out the door. Tommy shivered slightly when the cold mountain air hit him.
Another reason why Tubbo was taken to the Academy. It was late Autumn and the first frost would be coming soon. Autumn and Winter. Two Courts that coincide with one another, allies with each other. There have been rumors that the Winter Court’s Prince Siren is actually friends with the Autumn King himself. But there hasn't been anything found to back that up. Tommy just prayed that Tubbo will be okay and once they find the Autumn King then Tommy could rest easy knowing that the threat was taken care of.
Tommy followed his parents to the Bunker. The Bunker was an underground sanctuary to get to it. You have to walk a ways from the house towards the wood where there were wooden doors sticking out of the ground that would remind you of Cellar Doors.
“Why here?” Tommy asked.
“This one required a lot more measures to be taken,” his Mother said, pulling a chain from her neck revealing a key made of cold iron.
His Mother took the key and put on the padlock on the Bunker and then removed the chains and the heavy iron bar latch. When that was done, his parents led him down the steps. The further down they went Tommy couldn’t help but shiver at the cold. He knew Winter was weeks away but it felt like it had just come in the Bunker. Tommy’s Father stopped in front of a very complicated looking door. It was made out of iron and there were so many runes, intricate patterns and many, many, many, symbols and charms that Tommy recognized carved, raised, woven, and literally part of the actual door itself.
“This Tommy is where your training begins!” His father smiled proudly at him. “So, I want you to step up here. Now, to enter the Bunker you need to press these runes and charms in a very specific order. Like so.” His father then showed Tommy the order that he had to put in.
The Runes glowed and Tommy could feel the magic from the runes and charms. One of them was a Reveal Charm. It was used to Reveal the person's true identity but it can also reveal any charms, spells and enchantments that one might be under or have on them. It was really a way to see if anyone was under any spell or mind control and know how to combat it.
There was a buzz that sounded like bees and a click then the door opened slightly. Tommy’s Father grabbed the handle and pulled the door open all the way and went in first.
“Now, son before we go any further I must warn you that you must be at the top of your game and you must tread with the utmost caution. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Dad.”
“Good now follow.”
Tommy’s Father in front led the way, with Tommy right behind and his Mother bringing up the rear. Tommy couldn’t help but shiver more down here. He noticed that the temperature must have dropped ten or so degrees from what it was up above the bunker. Tommy also notices a very light layer of frost covering the floor of runes. They came to the center of the room where they have their cages and Tommy nearly toppled over.
In the center of the room was a salt circle that was about ten centimeters wide all around the outside of the runes that were carved into the floor. On top of the runes that the Salt Circle was surrounding was the biggest iron cage Tommy has ever seen. The bars were about as big as his wrist, the shackles and chains were as big as Tommy’s fists. But what caught Tommy’s attention the most was the pair of Power Suppressor Cuffs that Tommy had just made last month but never had the chance to test, it.
Tommy also noticed a layer of frost covered the chains and runes like it was trying to turn it to ice. But what caught Tommy’s attention the most and why he nearly toppled over was what was actually in the cage.
Did his parents have a goddamn death wish?! There sitting in the middle of the cage was none other than the second son of the Winter Court. The most feared Fae Warrior of all. The Blood God, Technoblade.
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#whumptober 2022#whumptober day 1#cage/unconventional restraints#tw dehumanization#tw cage#dsmp fae au#dream smp#dsmp#whump#tommyinnit#technoblade#fae techno#human tommy#fae hunter tommy
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Some thoughts for the karlnapity fae au I wrote a while ago. I'm thinking about working on it again. (and might rewrite part 1 for ao3) Some of this will be spoilers.
Karl is a monarch in a Seelie court. (I haven't decided on the courts in this au yet.) As said monarch he has the ability to alter the flow of time in his court, Seelie lands, and maybe even other parts of the Faerie. But not without great risks. Messing with time is always dangerous.
Sapnap is Karl's knight, and an Unseelie. One of the few, if not only, in Karl's court. Seelies tend to look down upon Unseelie, but you're pretty fucked if you show any of that infront of Karl. He has a lot of scars and while Unseelie warriors&knights usually tend to take pride in them, Sapnap's are hidden away under clothes and armor. The one on his throat and the cut in his brow are the exceptions. Sapnap knows more about humans than Karl as he's very close friends with Dream and George.
Quackity is human and a university student. Appearently in his friend group he's one of the few not in know about the fae.
I'm thinking BadBoyHalo is a wild fae. Wild fae are those not associated with any court. In this he's not Sapnap's father, but he did take care of him for a while.
Dream is human, but he's sligthly fae touched. He has a mask that lets him traverse the faerie on his own more easily and safely. George is also human and pretty close friend with Quackity as well.
Wilbur is half fae who pass as human. When Quackity finally finds out, some of the weird stuff he's said and done suddenly makes a lot more sense. Wilbur and Quackity are friends. Wilbur owns and works at the little book café Quackity likes to study at. He also lives in the appartment above the book café.
Philza was human. The thing about the Faerie is the longer you stay in it, the more it changes you. The Faerie and its people also happened to really take a liking to him, even long before he married one of the most powerful Unseelie Queens. Technically his title is royal consort, but her people regards him as their beloved King almost as much as she is their loved Queen.
Technoblade, Tubbo, and Tommy are all human. Techno is scarier than most fae and even to a lot of fae folk... That is if you don't know him. Tubbo and Tommy are def trouble makers than need to be saved from the Faerie from time to time.
Techno pretends to be upset that his best friend went off to basically be an unseelie King, but is extremely happy for him. Wilbur is how Phil and Kristin met. No actual family ties, but found family for sure.
Ranboo doesn't know he's fae, but he is a secretly a court heir. He befriends Tubbo and then Tommy and eventually somehow gets folded into the entire friend group.
Fundy is fae. There's some human in there, but generally if you're more than half fae you are fully considered fae. Half fae who can't pass as human and/or stays in the Faerie for long enough are often counted as fully fae as well. Sneaky fox you both love and hate.
I haven't decided on Niki, but felt bad leaving her out P: regardless of what she is, she has her own bakery and supply baked goods for Wilbur's book café.
Antfrost and Awesamdude are also wild fae. Though unlike BBH who has always been one, they used to be court affiliated.
Skeppy is a seelie, but mostly stays either with Bad or in the human ream. He often try to troll Technoblade, and fails. He usually wears glamour to look human even in the Faerie.
Callahan is jötunn. (This is me bringing in more lore from my own story. Sorry not sorry) Jötnar are forces of nature, even more so than fae. He's one of the few that are still around and actually interacts with others, even if he doesn't speak.
Ponk??? Human??? Yes.
Punz is human and Purpled is his younger fae brother.
Connor is Sonic.
#Karlnapity#Dsmp fae au#I haven't decided on other characters yet#Connor is obvs a joke#Or is it#dream smp#I don't think I want Wilbur to be Fundy's dad even tho it fits with him being mostly fae part human#Maybe younger half brother or more found family#Like if he's the dad it's adoptive#Also considering including non-dsmp mcytbers#Like we got Joko as a goblin#Why do you think he does all those goblin checks#Goblin as in a small fae creature like brownie or imp or kobolds#Folklore stuff#His true form would literally just be his lil avatar dude#Just a lil fella#Clown Pierce could be a Dullahan#That would be fuckin perfect#Slightly altered version but still OP#Watch me expand the entire thing to multiple fics when it was just supposed to me filling out the universe a little#But still mostly just centre around karlnapity
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Disclaimer: I only write about characters and don't support cc!wilbur
Chapter: 6/?
Story Title: Desperate Situations Call for Desperate Solutions
Chapter Title: Chapter 5- When The Shadows Whisper(Will You Listen?)
Warnings for this chapter: Brief non-detailed descriptions of dub-con/non-con kissing
Chapter Summary: When Wilbur wakes he thinks he has gone insane.
He can't tell if it's the Gods punishing him for asking the help of a Fae or if it's a sign of Q's anger.
Rating: Teen & Up
Category: M/M(TNTDuo)
Fandom: Dream SMP
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(27. Night) out in the dark to see the moon and stars, Willow is a bit scared but Fern LOVES the dark. Probably cause she's a little wolf lol 🐺🌘
#i love the nick names they have for each other. wil and fae 🥺#i know tehyre my characters but!! theyre so cute#fern dsmp#willow dsmp#flowerpot au#dsmp fankids#dsmp fanart#rare sketchbook#mcytblr's fancharacter fest
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alright! i guess i'll ask:
what is the Egg Jail au?
Okay so basically me and @philzas-early-gang-society were messing around on discord and we came up with the idea that after the red banquet the eggpire is basically put in 'jail' (not pandora's vault to be clear) until they are unegged. Cue c!Eret's unresolved feelings on betrayal and lying and the fact that Hannah has done the same thing, but without the remorse (at first lmao) So she's pro
Eret: Do you ever feel like... I dunno, the weight of your guilt is crushing you and you'll never move on from it?
Hannah: ma'am this is a jail cell and I need food
also Puffy is actually evil. (but that's not figured out for a while)
#thanks for the ask!#the wren calls#dsmp au#c!eret#c!hannah#dsmp egg jail au#c!puffy#c!hannah's a fae btw so their's a bunch of silly fun related to that
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Lush Caves and Lost Fae (Part 1)
Notes: Okay! I finished my exchange for @vermillionfigher ! (Tag doesn’t work aa) This was actually a really fun story to write and I’m really happy with how things turned out with it! Aaaaaa
(I’m gonna separate it into two parts in case it causes somebody lag)
Prom: Lush cave exploring with the boys (SBI)
Warnings: Mentions of death and neglect, dying of thirst (Dw it doesn’t happen), Kidnapping (Technically speaking), Lots of crying, Running away, Angst, Vore mention and most importantly a very sad Tommy. (If I miss any just let me know!)
Word count: 12,000+ (With the two parts)
Next Part
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The teenager was sprawled out across his bed as he’d usually be, dawn had just arisen and Tommy being the young boy he was, refused to give daylight the sense of day and wake up. He was determined to win against the sun.
Tommy shifted, the springs of his bed complaining under his weight. A shame though as sunlight only attacked his eyes, causing Tommy to shield them with his forearm. ‘Do I have to get up?’, the boy groggily thought.
Tiredly sighing, Tommy sat up as the springs of his bed again complained. It was a really old bed, he’d love to have a new mattress as the springs of his current one liked to scratch at his legs quite often during the night.
But they couldn’t afford another mattress, at least not at the moment. They needed to focus on making money for the upcoming Winter as his caretaker said, even though it was only early Summer.
Stretching out his bones for the day, he reached for his pair of goggles on the bedside. Smiling as he looked towards one of the cracked lenses, given to him by his mentor. It was one of his most prized possessions.
Combing his hands through his hair in an attempt to tame his wild bed-locks, he placed the goggles on his head, as they belonged. A knock came at his door, indicating it was time for him to get up.
Letting out an annoyed sigh, he got up and reached towards his dresser, grabbing some random white blouse that was a bit too big but still fit him and a pair of beige shorts. As soon as he put those on, he grabbed his jacket that hung off the door.
A short-sleeved, red-tinted leather jacket. A gift from his caretaker and another thing he owned and particularly liked. Just as he finished getting ready, a knock came from his bedroom door, signalling that it was time for breakfast.
His stomach grumbled at the thought of breakfast, so quickly he made his way to the dining area. The floorboards groaned with each step, the place itself may be worn down but it was stable and comfortable, so he never complained.
Taking a seat at the table, leaning his elbow against the old wood. He looked towards the handy old stove where his caretaker leaned over, tending to the firewood to keep it ablaze. Whatever was cooking was most likely for lunch, probably stew.
Tommy let out a groan at the thought of another stew, the same thing over again. His caretaker quickly turned his head over with a glare, it had no haste but still daunting nonetheless. Okay, maybe he complained once in a while.
His caretaker let out a sigh as he stood up and turned towards a basket, handing Tommy a baked bun as he took his seat at the table. His long pink hair tied back into its usual braid, it was much more well kept than Tommy’s hair, all things considered.
“Listen, uh…”, he paused for a moment, “I know you’re sick of potato stew all the time, but it’s all we really got and all I can really cook.”, he spoke in his usual monotone voice as he ate his baked bun. Tommy only nodded as he bit into his own.
At least by the late Summer, they would have a harvest of apples, it was a time of year he really looked forward to as Techno would make his special recipe of golden apples. It was odd how he managed to turn the apples a different colour and only Techno himself knew the recipe but by the gods it was good.
Not only that, but it sold like crazy. And usually, if Tommy helped out with the harvest, he’d get his share of coins to spend and a golden apple pie, the best pie in the world. And by far it was the best thing he had ever tasted.
The thought lightened up Tommy’s mood as he ate his bun at a faster pace, Techno seemed to notice but didn’t comment, only a smile graced his features. Most people would call his smile a rare sight after Techno’s retirement, but it was simply behind closed doors.
Tommy and Techno’s relationship was odd at best. Although not related by blood, Tommy would consider Techno to be his brother rather than his caretaker, but Techno would always deny the brotherly relationship, instead of painting himself as a simple caretaker.
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After he argued with the king, the old general retired. Instead of treading dangerous battles for glory, honour and the safety of the kingdom. He now lived on a barely surviving farm and ran a market stall to sell his harvests.
Despite the drastic change, it was much more relaxing for Technoblade. He lived in peace, with no voices that craved the blood of the enemy. Carl, his loyal horse, came to a halt outside of the local bakery.
Techno let out a huff as he jumped down from Carl, the horse turning to him as he did so. What many could say was a blatant stare was more of a fond look towards the horse. Reaching into his satchel and bringing out an apple for the horse.
As Carl bit into the apple, the local baker was quick to greet him with her usual friendly smile. Her name was Niki, although Techno didn’t know too much besides business exchange. She was indeed a sweetheart, sometimes giving Techno leftover baked goods for his hard work.
“Good Morning Sir Techno!”, Niki addressed by his precious title. Despite how many times he corrected her, she insisted on calling him by the title and Techno ended up giving up. Techno greeted her with his usual nod.
As Carl finished his apple, Techno was quick to pick up the crates of wheat that lay in the cart. Niki opened the door for him as he brought them inside. As they finished the exchange, Niki handed him the bag of coins as promised and some baked goods.
Techno thanked her with a smile and left to run his stall at the market, after that the day went by as per usual. Some looked upon him solemnly as he was the old general. Or with a look of disappointment for his retirement, he had grown used to the matter.
The customer handed him a couple of coins in exchange for some apples. Letting out a sigh as he looked towards the sky, once bright with sunlight had dimmed as the night drew closer. He deemed the customer as the last for the day.
It didn’t take long for him to close up his stall as most of his stock was already on his cart. Carl appeared to be eager to leave, the horse probably being a bit tired himself or bored from standing in one place too long.
Patting the horse on the nose, he was reminded of the baked goods that Niki had given him. They were probably cold by now but they’d still be good to eat. Not wanting them to go to waste, he grabbed the paper bag from his satchel and brought out a biscuit.
Taking a quick bite, Techno hummed at the sweet taste. Niki’s baking had always been really good, perhaps he’d have to learn the recipe at some point. After all, he really could only make a quick stew.
The bag was quickly snatched from his hand rather suddenly, the retired knight was quick to react and grab the wrist of the perpetrator. The thief lashed out as Techno dragged him back towards him, he was quick to notice that the thief was only a kid.
A street rat no less, his clothes were dirty and ragged and his hair was an utter mess. The kid attempted to squirm in his hold, the kid’s free arm that held the baked goods was used to try and fight him off.
But Techno simply stared, unaffected by the kids' attempt to escape. As Techno drew a closer look, the boy was skinny, perhaps a little too much so. He must’ve been starving, the poor kid.
Techno couldn’t blame the kid for trying to take the food, the kid was probably starving and trying to survive. Eventually, a raspy voice spoke, “LET ME GO, YOU SON OF A BITCH!”. Quite the language from a boy so young.
Techno was going to have to socialize, wasn’t he? Despite being a valiant general, Techno had never done much talking except bark orders at his fellow soldiers into battle. He wasn’t exactly the best at conversation.
“Uh- Kid? I’m not going to hurt you or anything. Calm down”, a bit of concern laced his voice. The last thing he wanted was for the child to become scared or run away from him. The boy slowly stopped his squirms and peered open an eye towards Techno. It was quickly turned into a glare.
Techno let go of the kid, and the boy was quick to shove whatever was left of the biscuits into his hand. And just as quickly turned to leave, most likely to never be seen by him again. Techno could only empathize, he had been in similar circumstances once.
“Hey!”, he called out towards the boy, who just as quickly turned back towards him. Techno held out the paper bag towards the boy, the kid hesitated but ended up taking back the paper bag and ran off.
That was never the last time he saw the boy though.
As days passed, encounters grew more often between the two of them as Techno would hand out more food to the kid. A bond of sorts formed between them, and before he knew it himself. He had taken in the boy for the upcoming winter as he’d never survive.
And the young boy ended up staying, his name was Theseus.
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But despite everything, they were most definitely brothers. Even if Techno were to deny that fact. Techno had raised him from a little thief to a much more capable young man. At least that’s what he believed.
Because Techno would always have to teach him the same things over again such as not to choose violence as your first option after some random guy insulted your best friend’s new haircut. He still chose violence anyways because it was easier.
And even Techno could agree on that front because the man himself wasn’t always easy with conversation. Plus, if he and Techno were in similar circumstances, Techno would easily take on an opponent.
“Hey, Techno! You’re zoning out again!”, Tommy waved his hand in front of Techno’s face to attempt at getting him back in reality. Techno simply huffed in reply as he finished his baked bun and stood up.
Grabbing a cup from the upper shelf and filling it up with water, handing it to Tommy as he returned to his seat. “So, what’s your current assignment?" asked Techno as Tommy began to gulp down the entirety of the water.
“I haven’t really been able to work on any of my assignments due to Sam wanting us to help him with his latest invention, I can’t say much about it but it’s really cool Techno! Amazing! It’s going to change the kingdom for the better!”. Tommy excitedly explained.
Techno couldn’t be more proud of Tommy, once a street boy, now an apprentice under the royal engineer, Sam. When Techno had taken the young boy in, he taught the kid many things such as mechanics.
He taught Tommy everything he knew about mechanics, they’d fix up an old car sometimes and eventually, Tommy began tinkering with all sorts of things. Being able to pick them apart piece by piece and put them back together perfectly.
One day, a car had broken down in the main plaza and Tommy was quick to help the bloke and his car. It just so happened that The Royal Engineer was passing by and spotted Tommy’s talents and took him in.
Now, having honed his skills, Tommy is a genius and remarkable engineer. He couldn’t be more proud of him. Techno smiled to himself as he stood up from the table and went towards the coat rack where he hung his straw hat.
Placing it on his head, he turned to Tommy who had also joined him. The boy was quick to open the door and race outside towards the stables, grabbing a handful of wheat along the way to greet Carl.
“Hey, Carl! Hey buddy”, he cooed towards the horse, gently stroking his mane. Carl was his old companion, once his warrior horse and now just a regular one. To give credit where it was due, Carl was an incredibly intelligent horse.
Techno was quick to place the reins on Carl, and prep him for travel. After Carl finished his wheat, Tommy hopped into the cart as Techno took the reins and in routine, they took off towards the kingdom.
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“Alright Kiddo, we’re here.”Tommy hopped out of the cart, grabbing his satchel before he headed off into the building known as the workshop. Patting Carl on the head as thanks, Techno was quick to ruffle his hair when Tommy’s guard was down.
Tommy glared sharply at Techno, but the man feigned ignorance and pretended the act of affection had never happened. He let out a huff as Techno began to lead Carl away from the building. Bitch.
Tommy passed through the squeaky doors and walked down the stairs towards the basement where both his colleagues were. Placing his satchel on a random desk, he stretched and approached his colleague.
His colleague was quite a bit shorter than Tommy, making him perfect to lean on. Despite this, the colleague remained unaffected and continued working on his given task. “Tommy, get off, will you?”, his colleague attempted to shake him off.
His little companion, best friend and arch-nemesis, Tubbo Underscore. He and Tubbo met at the workshop and have gotten along ever since, becoming best friends in fact. Tubbo, or Sir Tubbo as he really should be addressed.
Tubbo was from a noble family that worked directly underneath the king, his father was the king's, right-hand man. Though Tubbo never cared to fuss about the etiquette or rules he was supposed to follow as the next in line to become the next lord of the family.
Tubbo was never a fan of formalities, preferring simplicity over anything. His family could be rather demanding at times and he could never express his passions or talents there, so the workshop was his escape. Normalcy.
Tommy only huffed, moving himself to sit on the desk, one leg on the desk as the other hung loosely. It was then that Tubbo turned his attention from whatever he was working on and toward Tommy.
Tommy smirked in greeting, as he leaned in closer to inspect Tubbo’s tinkering. It appeared to be a music box, but Tommy knew his best friend well enough to know that the music box wasn’t simply just a music box.
“What’s the twist, this time?”, he questioned and Tubbo was quick to finish up the tinkering and handed it off to Tommy. Curious, Tommy began to pull the handle as a small melody began to play. The pace of the song began to quicken as Tommy further pulled the handle.
He let out a yelp as something jumped out of the music box, he almost threw the box towards the wall. Tubbo laughed at his reaction and Tommy could only huff in response. On further inspection, Tubbo had adjusted a mechanism so that at the end of the melody, it would jump out.
Quite scary, yet entertaining nonetheless. Besides being his best friend, Tubbo was secondly his rival. The two of them fought for Sam’s attention, hoping that one day they would someday get the position as the Royal Engineer.
Tommy didn’t stay with Tubbo for too long as he had to let his boss know he was here. And so, he went towards Sam’s latest project and found him welding some metal. The man didn’t take long to notice Tommy’s presence.
“Tommy. Hello!”, He waved as he placed his torch to the side, taking off the protective mask as he greeted Tommy with a pat on the shoulder. Tommy returned it with his smile, looking towards the invention in front of them.
The three of them had been working on the project for the past couple of months and after much hard work, it was finally near enough done. It was a special device designed to cooperate with magic.
And the machine would be able to use that magic to create a gigantic, protective barrier over the kingdom. Keeping away unwanted visitors such as the creatures like vampires, werewolves, sirens and fae.
Essemore was a kingdom of humans and humans were natural prey for the outside creatures and were constantly at war with them. To combat it, a barrier was created to stop them. And it was missing one final piece.
What it required was a magical object, powerful enough to create the barrier. An ordinary person wouldn’t be able to fuel the barrier, even if they had powerful capabilities. And ever since they started, Sam handed out a commission for anything magic related.
So far, nobody has come back with an object powerful enough. And so, it wouldn’t be used for a while until they got the object. Even though they had worked so hard on it.
Sam ended up tasking Tommy with some maintenance and perhaps upgrading things as he saw necessary. A couple of hours of work passed, Tubbo ended up joining him in maintenance and it was finally finished.
The three of them looked up towards their latest piece of work, admiring it in all its glory. It was an invention that could change the world and they were excited about the discoveries and possibilities they had yet to find.
“Congratulations Boys!”, Sam wrapped each of his arms around the boys, pulling them into a side hug. “Without your guy's help, this wouldn’t have been possible. And I couldn’t be more proud of how far you guys have come.”.
Tommy leaned into the side hug, proud of not only himself but also his team for the hard work. Surely, great things were soon to come. “Y’know, I’ve got a surprise for the two of you since you’ve both been working hard”.
Sam ruffled both of their heads as he said that Tommy's goggles fell off his head onto his eyes clumsily. The other two laughed at the sight as Tommy fixed the position of his goggles, grumping while doing so.
After that, he continued, “I’m rewarding the two of you with a vacation!”. Tubbo and Tommy looked at each other in confusion, Sam only smirked. “Come on! Don’t look so confused, the both of you deserve the break!”.
Tommy was joyful at the thought of the vacation but couldn’t help but feel as though something was incomplete. And well, it was the invention that was bugging him. After so much work, it wasn’t going to be used for a while without an object.
But what if Tommy himself found the object?
{...}
Perhaps his plan wasn’t exactly the best, but the vacation was the perfect opportunity to search for an artefact! Anything! It was just exciting for a chance to get out of the kingdom. Though, perhaps he should’ve told Techno about his little expedition?
“I should probably head back”, he muttered to nobody but the wilderness. Tommy knew himself well, he was known to be reckless. He was going to get an earful from Techno by the time he got back.
It was too late to turn back now though, he had already left the walls of the castle with a couple of days worth of food and water. Plus, it wasn’t as though he was going to be out longer than that duration. He didn’t intend to go too far off.
He just needed to find a magical artefact that was capable of powering a machine for centuries within a couple of days. There was no problem at all, none at all! Though, he couldn’t help but feel afraid.
He was out in the wilderness, every small ruffle of the bushes was enough to send him on edge. It was probably a good thing considering the creatures that were out in the woodlands. For example, a werewolf.
Otherwise known as Lycanthrope, werewolves were known as creatures of the night. Mankind could shift into wolf-like forms, whether it be full-on wolf or humanoid. They were immensely dangerous and territorial but had a weakness in silver.
Techno would often tell him tales of the creatures he encountered before or what he’s heard about them, warning Tommy of their dangers. Out of the many he would talk about, the most he talked about were that of the fae.
Fae, otherwise known as fairies were manipulative and captivating trickers. Though never lying, they would falsely promise to get a nice reaction from their prey. They lurked in fairy rings, circles of flowers, mushrooms or anything.
Thanks to Techno’s rambles, he practically had all their rules memorised to a tea. For example, never give your name, never say please or thank you, never step within the ring, never lie, be polite, and never accept any form of gift or food.
Though, from what Techno had told him. They were rather interesting creatures, he’d like to meet one if it weren’t for the fact he’d be simple food for them. Shaking his head, he had to focus on the task at hand. Find the artefact.
Tommy took the chance to admire the scenery, although living on a farm, the land was always bland and never as crazy and magical as a forest ever was. The number of different flowers he saw with vibrant colours, he almost wanted to make a flower crown with them.
It was beautiful, and it’d been a while since Tommy had seen some nature that wasn’t simply growing plants. He took some time to look up towards the bright blue sky with the filtering white, fluffy clouds.
For the first time in a while, he felt free. Free of stress and responsibility. He felt like almost a kid again, making him want to succumb to his childish desires and run around like a wolf in the forest.
Well, a little bit of fun couldn’t hurt? And so, he ran throughout the forest. Marvelling at the sights he saw, beautiful streams with lily pads, unexplored caves, trees as tall as him, plants that most likely poison him, and the small adorable critters.
Though, his fun didn’t last as long as he’d liked. As Tommy had again been reckless, perhaps dangerously so as he lost his footing. He scrambled to grab onto anything, anything to hold onto.
But nothing.
A scream escaped him as he plummeted into the caverns deep below. The next thing Tommy knew, everything had gone blank.
{...}
A groan of pain escaped the young boy as he regained his consciousness. A gasp escaped him as he was quick to sit up, although a mistake as pain sored up his back. Although painful, it was bearable.
And Tommy crouched on his knees, looking up at his surroundings. It was quite the fall as he could barely make out the sunlight above, how wasn’t he dead? It was as though it were a sort of miracle.
His hands turned to fists anxiously, and the flowers under his fingers crumbled. The flowers must’ve cushioned his fall somewhat, and that itself was a miracle. He questioned how he was supposed to escape? No idea came to mind.
He was stuck.
Trying to take his mind off of things, he took the time to observe his surroundings. Surprisingly, the cave was lush in nature. Each edge was either covered in moss or vines that grew from the ceiling above.
The cave floor was covered in grass, surrounded by beautiful flowers and mushrooms. There were small bushes and trees, strangely. Though despite all his questions, it was beautiful. Just as beautiful as the forest above.
Tommy couldn’t help but notice the small crystals that emerged from the walls, each one vibrant and making the entire cavern seem magical. He believed he had heard about this cave, it was known as a lush cave.
Techno had told him about it, hidden caves were beautiful scenery. He took the opportunity to stand up and explore. As he threaded through the cave, he grew suspicious as he felt as though he was being watched.
“Hello? Is somebody there?”, a soothing voice called out to Tommy. The voice sounded musical in tone, captivating. He wanted to see who had that voice, yet he only stopped in his steps. Why would someone be down here?
Unless it wasn’t a person.
Tommy’s suspicion turned to fear as whatever was around the corner would most likely have a desire to feast on him and with how the voice was alluring him. It was that of a fae, probably one of the most dangerous of all.
The fae was definitely nearby with how close the call was, no wonder he had heard Tommy. And now he’d have to be careful of the fae, be aware of its tricks and keep a distance. Tommy gulped nervously as he turned the corner.
What he saw was indeed a fae, a handsome one of that. He sat upon a rock, scanning around cautiously for whatever he had heard. He hadn’t seen Tommy just yet, and well Tommy couldn’t help but look at his features.
The fae had short, curly brown hair that covered one of his eyes, a streak of blonde hair was also there. He had yellow eyes that were just as bright as the sun, white freckles adorned his cheeks with a rounded pair of glasses.
Fae were known to look mostly human, though the fae he saw had pointy ears, a pair of deer-like antlers on the top of his head, and not only that but the fae’s lower half was entirely deer-like in structure, no human legs to be seen.
He wore an oversized yellow sweater, but the collar of his blouse was still visible. Another thing to comment on would be the size of the fae, from what he had heard fae were about the same size as humans.
This one though towered over him, at least by 10 feet. The fae finally seemed to have noticed Tommy as he looked in his general direction, a smile graced the fae’s features with pointy teeth.
Even beautiful, still a monster. “Oh- Why hello there, my little fawn! Did you fall from above by chance?”, The fae stood up with concern expressed over his features. Do not fall for his tricks.
Not wanting to be rude, he answered with a shake in his voice. “Yes, I did sir.”.The fae hummed and stopped near a couple of brown mushrooms which he presumed were the fairy ring. At least he was safe, technically speaking.
“Are you hurt?”, Tommy shook his head in reply. The fae gave another friendly smile, though he couldn’t help but feel as though there was something sinister behind the smile.
“Ah- Perhaps some introductions are due? My name is Wilbur, whatever is your name my little fawn?”. Tommy could almost cringe at the nickname, he had only just met the fae and yet he was already trying to taunt and give his name.
“My name is Tommy, it’s a pleasure to meet you Mr Wilbur”, Wilbur’s eyes subtly narrowed as his smile turned into a mischievous smirk. It appeared that the fae was already aware that Tommy knew.
“Quite clever, my little fawn. You know what I am, don’t you?”, the fae looked as though he were entertained as he leaned upon his elbow. Shivers crawled down Tommy’s spine, whatever happened next he’d need to be careful.
“It’s been quite a while since I met somebody like you. I do hope you will give me a challenge, won’t you, my little fawn?”. He focused on the fae’s eyes, stepping forward, the eyes zoned in on his location.
Their gaze reminded him of that of a predator lurking on its prey, the fae was focused itself. The fae didn’t appear frustrated with a lack of response, his smile only growing as he continued to keep his eyes upon Tommy.
“Let’s see how long you’ll last..”.
{...}
After the first encounter, Tommy ended up settling beside a tree that was a little distance from the fae. Because he needed to be polite to the fae, that would mean responding to his calls so it was a simple precaution.
Tommy would’ve much preferred to be in any form of isolation than being hunted down by a fae. As for said fae didn’t quite seem too keen to leave Tommy alone. Pretending as though the previous conversation had never happened.
He had told the fae or Wilbur that he was going to settle down nearby, and just over some trees, he could see tall antlers peeking out from between the leaves. He was being watched, and Tommy wasn’t quite sure how to feel about the entire thing.
Once he’d returned, Wilbur sat back down with that usual uneasy smile. Unfortunately, Tommy had no equipment nor experience to get out of the cave on his own and he’d probably die trying to.
So either he tried and failed, or got eaten by the fae. Tommy wasn’t sure what was the better option, he hadn’t given up though. There was a chance that Techno would come looking for him and rescue him.
Or maybe the fae was his other possibility of escape? Though the chances of that were close to none.
“Tommy? Little fawn? Is everything alright?”, Tommy snapped out his thoughts. Right, he was talking with the fae, probably best to concentrate on that rather than a means of escape. He wants to survive as long as possible.
“Oh- S-”, he almost apologised, “Yeah, I’m fine. I was just thinking about a couple of things. I didn’t mean to disturb your speaking, Mr Wilbur”. It felt as though he was sucking up to someone in authority, instead this time it was the food chain.
“Quite alright. Although if something is on your mind, care to speak about it? It isn’t the healthiest thing to allow the mind to cloud.”, Wilbur concerned, looking strangely worried. Though it was all an act.
Yet, the fae was probably the only thing that would keep him from insanity. “Oh- I’m just thinking about somebody, my family to be exact. They’ll be worried to find out I’m trapped down here.”. The fae nodded with a gentle smile.
“Do tell about your family, won’t you? Perhaps speaking about them will make you feel better, my little fawn?”. Tommy attempted to get himself more comfortable against the rock, bringing his knees to his chest as he looked toward the fae.
“I guess- I only have one family member, his name is Techno. He’s my caretaker but he’s more like a brother to me. He used to be a cool guy! Still is- but now he’s retired, and now I live with him on a farm.”.
“He was the previous general for Essemore, a really powerful warrior and nobody could stop him! But he stopped after an argument with a king, I tried asking about it but never went into much detail, just something about a war? I think.”.
The fae looked intrigued by Tommy’s rambles, the usual smile had turned to a much more relaxed one. At least he wouldn’t be alone, even if the fae appeared to be rather annoying. Better than nothing, he supposed.
{...}
People said sleeping out in the open nature was a luxury. And Tommy believed those fated tales, but they were mere lies. Tommy couldn’t sleep at all during the night, he felt cold and uneasy.
Not only that but he felt as though he had been watched, as though something was in the shadows. Perhaps Wilbur wasn’t the only creature around, he’d have to be careful when he further explores if he bothers to do so.
Feeling peckish, he opened his satchel for food. Bringing out a squished piece of bread, he grimaced at his amount of food. He only had another piece of bread and a bottle of water, which he’d drink shortly.
With these supplies, Tommy would only last up to a couple of days. He could only hope that Techno would find him in that time, it was his only hope. Otherwise, he didn’t even want to think about it.
Stuffing the piece of bread into his mouth, Wilbur appeared to have heard him or something as he heard the rustling of the trees. Though Wilbur couldn’t approach him, he spotted the fae staring down at him as he leaned against a tree branch.
It was a creepy sight but didn’t bother to comment on it. Standing up, he approached the fae like he did the other day. Wilbur sat down beside him, in the distance for the fae ring. “Good morning, my little fawn. Did you rest well?”.
Tommy shook his head, “Not really”. Wilbur let out a calming hum, his eyes narrowed as though in thought. Tommy hung his head curiously which caught Wilbur’s attention, he looked as though he’d been caught off guard. Before his usual smile returned.
“Sleep doesn’t always come easy, I’m afraid. Especially considering the circumstances, if it makes you feel better. I’ve gotten you a gift, maybe that’d make you feel better?”, Wilbur turned to grab something from the bushes.
When shown to Tommy, it was an emerald pair of earrings. They looked well taken care of as the jewels shined under the daylight. They looked high quality as well, they’d be worth quite a bit.
Tommy was perplexed at the gift, Wilbur had only known him for a short time and here he was, offering an expensive gift. It was no doubt another trick up his sleeves, he wouldn’t allow it. After all, you should never accept a gift from that of the fae.
“Oh- Wilbur…”, What was he supposed to say again? “I’m honoured that you offer me such a wonderful gift but I’m afraid I won’t be able to accept it.”, Wilbur’s smile turned to a frustrated look, he wasn’t happy.
Great. “You see, with such a generous gift such as this one. I would never be able to repay your kindness as I am just a mere human with no possible way of repayment. With all due respect Mr Wilbur, I must regrettably reject your gift”.
The fancy talk was draining, did Techno have to talk like this all the time back at the castle? Must’ve been exhausting. Wilbur’s look went from frustrated to disappoint, taking the gift away to the side before he turned back to Tommy.
“It’s quite alright, my little fawn. Perhaps another time, how about we discuss something else? Would you be inclined to tell me of your life upon the surface?”, Wilbur’s peeked with interest as he sat criss-cross on the floor, looking at Tommy expectantly.
Tommy hesitated for a moment, but he’d already upset Wilbur and he didn’t want to end up being cursed or even Techno by chance. He would have to comply with Wilbur’s request, plus it was something to talk about.
“Okay, well I guess to begin would be that I was an apprentice, under The Royal Engineer. I worked there with my best friend, and my only friend.”. Wilbur looked confused at Tommy’s words.
“Engineer? What is that?”, Tommy looked back to Wilbur with his confusion. He thought fae were all-knowing creatures, did he not know what an engineer was?
“Oh- It’s just a job. Where you work with machines and stuff.”, Wilbur nodded knowingly though Tommy could tell he didn’t understand. It was a bit funny, perhaps he won’t be too bored after all.
{...}
Tommy looked down worriedly at his satchel, with one piece of bread and only some water left. He debated eating that day, he could ration it for another day. But Techno said that he should always keep up his strength.
Plus, he remembered the days of the streets. Of starvation, he didn’t quite want to feel like that again. He’d been at death’s door many times, he was just lucky that Techno had taken him in or who knows what would’ve happened.
Perhaps he could find another source of food? There were plenty of mushrooms and he’d heard they were edible at least brown ones. So, at least he wouldn’t immediately die of starvation. And with that realisation, he ate his last baked bun.
Water though, there was no option for. There were no sources of water, the only one he had found was the one in Wilbur’s fairy ring. Speaking of the fae, he called out to Tommy. And Tommy went to go talk to him once again.
He attempted another trick, promising to show Tommy something if he stepped within the fairy ring. But Tommy managed to ignore the trick, he was beginning to grow tired.
{...}
Two days had passed, luckily the mushroom Tommy had been eating wasn’t poisonous and had a stable amount of food. Yet, the other day he had run out of water. He attempted to get another drop out of his bottle, yet nothing.
He hoped that Techno would find him soon enough, otherwise he’d die of thirst than starvation. And he wasn’t sure what was quite the better option. Allowing Wilbur to take him, or wait it out as he slowly died.
He wanted to cry, he was running out of options. It had been 4 days since he’d gotten stuck in the cave, a miracle he’d survived so far. Sighing as he pushed away his emotions, he yet again went to meet back with Wilbur.
As he stood, he felt subtly dizzy. It had only been about a day without water. He was scared but chose to ignore his symptoms.
When he approached the circle, Wilbur looked to be eating on a fancy plate, on top of it was a slice of cake. It looked almost as delicious as Niki’s baking, he wanted to eat it.
Beside Wilbur was another slice of cake on a separate plate, it was then he noticed Tommy. Greeting him sheepishly, “Oh hello again, my little fawn! Are you doing well?”, he attempted to hand Tommy the piece of cake with a smile.
Tommy only shook his head, “Thank you for the offer Mr Wilbur, but I’m afraid I’m not hungry.”, he was hungry, mushrooms weren’t as filling as you’d like them to be. Not only that but they tasted disgusting.
Wilbur only smirked in victory.
{...]
#mcyt g/t#mcytg/t#dsmp g/t#tw vore mention#Shushi's writing#Sizeshifter!wilbur#sizeshifter!phil#tiny!techno#tiny!tommy#Tubbo and Sam are also in the fic but just here#Lush caves and lost fae au
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP, Dream SMP
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Charles | Grian/Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar
Characters: Charles | Grian, Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, Darryl Noveschosch | BadBoyHalo, Jschlatt (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo, Luke | Punz, Pearl | PearlescentMoon
Additional Tags: Charles | Grian and Pearl | PearlescentMoon are Siblings, Charles | Grian Needs a Hug, Trans Charles | Grian, i'm she/he-ing grian for the sake of not retconning, Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar is Toby Smith | Tubbo's Parent, grian is tubbo's parent, scar and grian are married, Jschlatt and Toby Smith | Tubbo are Siblings, Fae Kidnapping, grian and the horrible no good very bad day, Tubbo is dying, Sick Child, Brainwashing, Human Sacrifice, Blood Vines | The Crimson | The Egg, so remember how i said tubbo's parents died horribly, Here we go, Hurt No Comfort, Baby Toby Smith | Tubbo, Childhood Trauma, Dark Magic
Series: Part 5 of tales from enderlon (the fae au)
Summary:
“Don’t be shy, now.” The Demon said, his smile far too bright.
“Wouldn’t you like to know what they went through for you to live?”
or, how Grian Underscore saved his baby boy and lost everything else.
#hell yeah we're diving into desertduo angst today boys#remember how i said tubbo's parents died horribly#anyways happy birthday to my friend toby#desert duo#grian#goodtimeswithscar#bbh#punz#pearlescentmoon#jschlatt#tubbo#hermitcraft#traffic series#fae au#search for me beyond the yellow petals#dsmp#dsmp fic#hermitcraft fic
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Oletia Is Home To Many, It Will Be Home To You Too
(Teen, 4k, 1/1)
"I just wanted a family and you’re going to be a part of it whether you like it or not"
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The idea that Fair Folk could not cross over the mushroom ring was a foolish belief, if not entirely unfounded.
#mcyt#dsmp#dsmp fic#dark fic#fae au#sbi#sleepy bois inc#philza#technoblade#wilbur soot#tommyinnit#fanfic#fic rec#my wriitng
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Fanfiction Rec / Tracking
When Pigs Fly by Lotsalizards
Dream SMP - Technoblade-centric - Fae AU - Human Techno
Summary:
Technoblade has fought in battles since he was a child, becoming a force to be reckoned with, a man to fear. He earned many titles as he fought, War Pig, Blood God, and even Dream Slayer. But no one knows his true name. He considers that to be necessary as it serves as a safety measure against the fae that roam the world. Many fae would kill to get their hands on a human like Technoblade and he firmly defends his name because of that. However, after accidentally getting involved with fae, they seem to be adamant about not losing him, for whatever reason. Then, suddenly everything Technoblade has carefully constructed to protect himself is trembling in the face of these creatures and their whims.
Published: 2023-05-24 Updated: 2023-09-24
Words: 118,362 Chapters: 19/?
Read: ???
Note: Oh wow another favorite of my because wow I have many feelings about this
#dsmp#sbi fic#fae au#technoblade-centric#rec: tommy innit#rec: wilbur soot#rec: philza#tw: gore#tw: violence#dsmp fanfic#fanfiction rec#rec: technoblade#rec: badboyhalo#rec:Skeppy#rec: quackity
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Wilbur participates in the Unseelie Masquerade Samhain Celebration with a charming fae king.
There was never a moment of peace in the Unseelie Court.
That was something Wilbur had struggled to adjust to when he had been whisked away. He was used to quiet nights, when the only noises that could be heard were from the animals that only appeared in the darkness. The Unseelie Court never allowed itself to get quiet enough to hear such sounds, there was always a party of some kind, or a fight between two fae, or something else equally chaotic and loud that encouraged the Unseelie Fae to make as much noise as possible.
That night it was a masquerade, one being hosted in honor of Samhain. Plenty of fae had taken the chance to go cause some mischief in the human realm on one of the two nights where the veil between worlds was at it’s thinnest. But most of the fae were enjoying a ball hosted by the Unseelie King, where booze never ran out and music constantly filled the air. Dancing filled the main hall of the Unseelie Palace as the Unseelie moved with very little rhyme or reason, a frenzy of movement that was as beautiful as it was hectic.
Wilbur stood away from most of the party. He watched the dancing from a distance, trying not to be overwhelmed. There were many fae he could recognize taking part of the festivities. Niki and Eret were dressed in beautiful, full dresses dancing in the center of the room. Roier and Jaiden were dancing with a younger fae named Bobby. Slime and Mariana bickered and yelled as they danced, a young fae giggling and holding their hands. Missa and Phil were talking together, three young fae in their care. One that played around with a training sword, one with a flute and the other with a large, red bow. Luzu was away from the dancing, he leaned against one of the walls, sipping from a chalice that never emptied. Baghera danced around the room in a calmer dance, most likely because she was dancing with Pomme, another younger fae.
The human should have realized that the lack of appearance from a certain monarch should have meant he wouldn’t be alone for that long.
“Care for a drink, songbird?”
There stood Quackity, a chalice in his hand. The chalice was filled with a sweet-smelling liquid that had the consistency of honey and the color of pomegranate wine. Wilbur was overwhelmed with the desire to drink it, a thirst that could only be satiated by the drink in the Unseelie King’s hand. The human turned his head away almost immediately.
“Not that kind of drink,” Wilbur answered, “I’d like to remain human.”
Quackity let out an amused noise before he downed the Unseelie Nectar himself, “You’ll ask for it one day.”
A few months ago, Wilbur would have found that phrase threatening. The King of the Unseelie Court telling him that he would give in and ask for the Unseelie Nectar – a substance that would turn him from a mere mortal into a fae as powerful as Quackity, an Unseelie Monarch. Now that he had spent enough time with the fae, he only rolled his eyes at the suggestion.
“There are far better ways to propose, you know,” Wilbur said.
“Maybe so,” Quackity shrugged, “But you’re fun to tease. Are you going to join in?”
Wilbur shook his head, “I doubt I’d be able to really keep up.”
The fae hummed contemplatively as Wilbur continued watching the celebrations. The human was far more grateful for the mask as he felt his face warm under the unrelenting gaze of the Unseelie King. It felt like the fae could see right through him. For someone so used to being ignored and unseen, Wilbur had no idea how to properly handle the intensity.
“You know, it kinda defeats the purpose of wearing a mask if everyone can tell who the other is based on other features,” Wilbur commented, “Things like wings and tails kinda gives identities away.”
“Maybe so. But it’s more about the fun,” Quackity said before he held out his hand.
Wilbur eyed it suspiciously, “Yes?”
“I want you to come with me, songbird.” Quackity said.
“Where?”
Quackity smirked, “Live a little bit, songbird. I promise you won’t hate it.”
Wilbur thought it over for a moment before he sighed and placed his hand in the fae’s. Gently, the fae pulled him away from the festivities, the sound of music fading into something more quiet and soft. Eventually, they walked out onto a large balcony. The balcony railing was covered in flowers and plants from the seasons of fall and winter, and small lights of the Unseelie colors danced in the air. The balcony overlooked some wonderful sights of the Unseelie Court.
“Pretty sight,” Wilbur commented.
“For a pretty boy,” Quackity added.
Wilbur turned to face him, “Why did you bring me out here?”
“You seem a little distant, that’s not like you, songbird,” Quackity said, “You usually have far more confidence.”
“I can’t dance.”
Quackity tilted his head up at him, “Oh?”
“Humans aren’t supposed to do anything to attract the fae,” Wilbur explained, “So dancing it out of the question. All the music and dancing is a lot.”
“Well, there is an easy fix to that. I can teach you,” the fae once again held out his hand for Wilbur.
This time, Wilbur didn’t hesitate, and placed his hand in Quackity’s own, “I really shouldn’t be doing this.”
“You shouldn’t do a lot of things, according to human rules,” Quackity replied, “But admit it, you have so much more fun when you break those rules.”
Wilbur didn’t reply, he just allowed Quackity to slowly lead him through a simple, tame dance. It was unlike anything he had ever seen in the Unseelie Court, a fae court that was dedicated to passion, chaos, revelry. A dance between partners in the Unseelie Court usually was a blur Wilbur couldn’t see, that ended with one of the dancers collapsing from the sheer exhaustion and passion that had just transpired. This one was gentle and sweet.
“I didn’t know Unseelie Fae could dance slowly,” Wilbur said.
Quackity laughed, “I like to keep you on your toes.”
“And yet every day you try to get me to drink some Unseelie Nectar,” Wilbur mused as he was pulled into a twirl.
“I think you would make a good king. You’re intelligent, witty, and have the passion for an Unseelie monarch,” Quackity said as he dipped Wilbur, “And I will admit that I am quite fond of you. Of course, I would want you to be a fae, and an equal to me.”
“You’re too much for me, Quackity,” Wilbur uttered hesitantly.
Quackity smiled, “You just don’t know what to do with me yet. But you’ll work it out.”
“Optimistic,” Wilbur laughed a little.
“You always know how to get what you want. I think it’s more realistic than optimistic,” Quackity replied.
Wilbur countered, “You sweet talk too much.”
“I can’t lie. We both know that every word that leaves my lips is the honest truth,” Quackity laughed, “And look who said he couldn’t dance.”
It was in that moment that Wilbur realized that the slow and gentle dance the Unseelie King had started had developed into a foxtrot. It wasn’t as fast paced as the other dances in the court, but the speed and skill was more advanced than the gentle swaying that they had started with. Wilbur wasn’t sure what to make of it, the way his body moved in sync with Quackity through every movement. A part of Wilbur was a little suspicious.
“This had to be your magic,” Wilbur said.
Quackity shook his head, “My magic can only do so much. Unless I take full control of you, which you would be aware of, it wouldn’t be able to improve your skill that much. At least, not in this specific instance.”
“Convenient.”
The Unseelie King chuckled at that, before he slowly lifted a hand up to cup Wilbur’s face. A warm sensation rushed over his face as Wilbur’s mask disappeared. It could have been an illusion or glamor, but Wilbur knew that it wasn’t. Quackity wanted the mask gone, so it was gone. It was as simple as that.
“There we go. I missed being able to look at your face properly,” the fae smiled, “Maybe you could make my night better by singing for me as well, songbird.”
“That’s far too many rules broken for tonight,” Wilbur whispered.
Quackity hummed thoughtfully, “It’s a special night. Tonight, humans mourn their dead and ward against visitors from other realms. But for us fae? It’s a celebration of life and passion. A night to celebrate all the risks taken.”
“So I should do something risky?” Wilbur asked.
“You should do something you want, something you desire. Deep down, you know what you really want but deny yourself. Take it.”
Wilbur found himself leaning forward at every word, his eye flickering between the glowing red eyes of Quackity and the fae’s lips. The barely audible music in the background swelled, as if encouraging the human to give into the other’s suggestion. To finally bite the seed of that sweet, forbidden fruit and lean in for a kiss from those lips.
Wilbur hesitated, “I shouldn’t.”
“Why shouldn’t you? You want it. I want it,” Quackity whispered, “It would be so easy, songbird. Just lean down a little more.”
And Wilbur did.
Wilbur leaned down, his lips meeting Quackity’s own which tasted faintly of pomegranates.
Quackity was right.
Tonight was the perfect night to take such lovely risk.
#tntduo#quackbur#tntduo fanfic#tntduo fic#tntduo au bingo#masquerade ball#fae aus#qsmp background characters#look I couldn't refuse the desire to include the eggs#there are two characters that only appear in the dsmp though#Niki and Eret
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Whumptober Day 2: Confrontation
DSMP Fae AU
Summary: Tommy’s Parents finally decide that Tommy is ready for Field Training on becoming a Hunter. They give him a very important task, keep an eye on the Prisoner. When Tommy and his Parents make it to where the Fae Prisoner is, Tommy can’t help but wonder what it is that he got himself into?
Continuation of Whumptober Day 1: Cage/Unconventional Restraints
TW: Cage, Restraints, Dehumanization
As Tommy stood there in the middle of the Bunker, his eyes as big as saucers, his jaw hitting the floor. Trying his absolute best to come to the realization that there was a Fae in the cage. Not just any Fae but a Royal Fae! As in the type that Tommy should be nowhere near it no matter the cost. And that actually meant No. Matter. The. Cost.
Techno gave what Tommy could only assume to be an annoyed huff. He glanced at his parents before settling his eyes on Tommy. Something gleamed in those red eyes that Tommy didn’t recognize and probably would be fine in never knowing. The Blood God huffed again.
“So, you really aren’t so different as that Tyrant King then? Couldn’t wait to show me off at the first chance you got?”
Excuse me, what now? What Tyrant King? Did this Fae just call King Dream a Tyrant?! Then compare his parents to him? What the hell?
“Oh didn’t they tell you Runt?” The Blood God smirked. “The Tyrant known as Dream has put a special price on the Royal Fae. What was it again? Five hundred in gold if you bring back proof, dead? Five thousand if you managed to capture them alive?”
Wait, wait, wait. What now? Tommy looked to his parents hoping that the Fae had to be lying right? His parents wouldn’t do that! Right? Tommy ignored the little voice in the back of his head that sounded suspiciously like Tubbo. Telling him that Fae can’t lie. But they do know how to dance around the truth, tricking people like picking berries.
“Don’t listen to him, son. He’s trying to confuse you so it can enchant you. King Dream made an offer to capture the Fae so that they can research the Fae. Find out how to properly negotiate with them,” Tommy’s Father explained. “However, King Dream offered us a very fine reward. He’s going to use the Blood God as a way to force the Winter Court into an unbreakable treaty, so that we can finally be free.”
Oh, well that didn't sound too bad. Research. So, observe and put so many protection charms and magic then no one would fall victim to their tricks. But something told Tommy that, that’s not what the King has in mind.
“Tommy,” his Father called, bringing him back to reality. “You Mother and I are going to be gone for a few days. We need to gather supplies and inform the King of the latest hunt.”
“What you're going to be doing is keeping an eye on the Blood God. The Pantry is fully stocked and all you have to do is come down here every now and then to make sure the Blood God doesn’t get away.”
Tommy gestured to his Mother’s hand still on his mouth so he could talk. Once his Mom removed her hand, Tommy began.
“Are you sure about this?” Tommy whispered so the Blood God couldn’t hear (he did). “Not that I’m not cut out for this or anything but just checking.”
“I know you’re brave enough for this,” his Mother said loudly, full of confidence. “We wouldn’t be asking you if we weren’t sure.”
Tommy’s Mom then handed him the key. “We trust you and we know this is a huge responsibility but we wouldn’t put you in charge of watching the Blood God if we didn’t have full confidence in you.”
“We’ll be back in a few days,” his Father said. “I know you’ll make us proud son.”
Tommy’s Parents led him up the stairs telling all that he needed to do and what to expect. None of them paid any attention to the Royal Fae that was sitting in the cage. Tommy to focus on what his parents were saying and his parents too overly confident in the protection charms and iron.
If any of them had paid any attention, they would have noticed the Blood God staring at Tommy and a slow smirk forming.
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Tagging: @weirdmixofweirdness, @isa-ghost, @nightfuryobsessed, @ashedflower, @tracobuttons, @lunasnownature, @loverofsupernatural
#whumptober day 2#whumptober 2022#whumptober#technoblade#tommyinnit#dsmp fae au#dsmp tommy#dsmp techno#fae au#blood god technoblade#dream smp#dsmp
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Chapter: 2/?
Story Title: Desperate Situations Call for Desperate Solutions
Chapter Title: Chapter 1: Now the Know What You Have Done
Warnings for this chapter:
Summary: The next morning from the deal, the L'Manberg's Army is confronted with the lengths their General, would push himself to to save them.
Rating: Teen & Up
Category: M/M(TNTDuo)
Fandom: Dream SMP
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Part II: A New Era - Ch 1 of 11
The dawn of a new day arrives bloody.
Ponk needs help, and Sam is no longer an option.
[CW: This chapter will heavily feature police brutality and abuse. This storyline is meant to parallel canon, where Sam as the law uses his power to arrest and hurt Ponk, but because of the context of the AU, it is much closer to our world and the weighted contexts that comes with. Please read with caution.]
crossposted to ao3
Mafia AU masterpost
Part I
Ch 2 - Bad
Ch 3 - A Collective
Ch 4 - Tubbo
Ch 5 - Wilbur
Ch 6 - Ponk
Ch 7 - Quackity & Sam
Ch 8 - Tubbo
Ch 9 - Ponk
Ch 10 - A Collective
Ch 11 - Quackity & Tubbo
~ Ponk & Sapnap ~
Ponk doesn’t look up. Their focus remains entirely on the metal table in front of them, cradling their left arm close to their chest.
“Ponk?”
Their arm doesn’t hurt as bad anymore. They don’t think that’s a good thing. If they don’t move, if they barely breathe, it’s just a sharp pain masked by a dull ache. Their entire body aches, really, every inhale is met with protest from bruised ribs and a nose clogged by blood. They can survive that. However long it takes.
“Ponk?”
Fuck, they hope it isn’t much longer.
“If you’d just talk to me, we can wrap all this up. A few questions and you can go h– you’ll be free to leave.”
Ponk almost replies, instead a weak laugh comes out. You almost said ‘you can go home.’ But you stopped yourself. Because you don’t think I deserve to go back to the apartment. Our apartment. And you think if I talk you can charge me. Then I definitely won’t be going home, right?
They don’t say anything aloud. They know better than that.
“Please, Ponk. I can’t help you if you don’t help me.”
It’d be easier if I could just hate you. But I still don’t.
“I won’t talk without a lawyer,” Ponk’s voice is weaker, hoarser after hours maintaining their silence. They’ve repeated that sentence maybe five times by now. So far Sam has not obliged.
They can only hold you 48 hours without charging you. You can survive anything for 48 hours.
Unless he has enough to press charges.
No. You were careful. All he has is you coming home at the wrong time with the wrong set of keys.
Ponk hears Sam sigh. They still don’t look up, unable to resist flinching when in their peripheral Sam stands, but he just leaves, footsteps too loud and too sharp on the concrete floors.
Then they’re alone.
They’re not sure how long they’ve been here. There are no clocks in the room. Pain might make the time feel slower, so their rough estimate of eight hours could easily just be four.
Sam must know he broke something. Ponk should be entitled to medical care, surely. They also are entitled to a lawyer. So why are they still just stuck here?
Ponk takes a deep breath. They will not fucking cry right now. Not with Sam just outside, not with all of Sam’s fucking coworkers probably watching them. Sam is probably feeling humiliated. That doesn’t make Ponk feel any better. Right now they’re just so tired. They want this night to be over. They’re not just tired. They’re scared too.
Sam broke their arm. He and all of his moral perfectionism did that and found no problem in proceeding with the arrest. If he’s supposed to be the good cop, Ponk doesn’t want to think about how bad things could get for them here.
Sam would never abuse his power like that. He wouldn’t let anyone else do it either.
Right. Just like how Sam would never treat you like you’re nothing. He’d never hurt you. He would always listen, right? Because he loves you.
Ponk closes their eyes. They take a deep breath, and then another, leaning forward to rest their forehead against the cool surface of the table, trying to bury a cry of pain as even so little movement sends jarring agony through their left arm. Their head is down. No one will see if for a moment they let tears break through.
~
Sapnap returns from his night shift just before 7 in the morning. Dawn has only just begun and the precinct is already buzzing with nervous activity. He enters just in time to see George packing up to go home.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Sapnap stops him.
“Oh, the Captain found the rat,” George says absently, pushing past him with little care.
“What? Who?” Sapnap follows after him.
George pauses, showing perhaps a hint of interest in his job. “You’re not gonna believe this– it was his partner! Ponk! The one that works at the museum.”
“Ponk? Are you sure?” Sapnap freezes, a hand on George’s arm to stop him from leaving.
George stares at his hand on him with a flicker of annoyance. “Dunno. Sam arrested them. From how smitten he normally is about them, I’m guessing he’s pretty sure.”
“Right,” Sapnap let’s go, mind foggy and yet still racing.
“Go home, Sapnap,” George says with his disgruntled version of affection. “You look like shit.”
“Still handsomer than you.”
“You wish.”
George leaves. Sapnap doesn’t. He wouldn’t exactly call himself sensitive or say he has any semblance of emotional maturity at all, but he feels like he should see how Sam is doing. He asks the first officer he sees and gets directed back toward interrogation.
Sam sits at a table outside the one way mirror, head in his hands. Through the mirror, Ponk sits at the table, hunched over, the two of them almost in perfect parallel.
“Hey Sam– sorry, Hey Captain, I heard you…” Sapnap stops beside the table, hesitating. “You doing okay, man?”
Sam slowly lowers his hands from his face, looking up at Sapnap with weary irritation. “You had a night shift, didn’t you, Officer Halo?”
“Uh. Yeah,” Sapnap squirms at the use of his last name, but of all people to understand what that name means and not judge him for it it would be Sam. Sam left the Badlands first.
“So, you’ve done your twelve hours. That’s more than enough. Go home,” Sam stands, but it’s clear he doesn’t know where to go from here.
“Look, Captain– Actually, look Sam, let me ask like… as an old friend, not a… y’know, employee. You okay?” Sapnap follows.
“Does he look okay? His boyfriend was a fucking rat who got good officers killed,” another familiar voice speaks up from the back of the room.
“Dream,” Sapnap looks at him, surprised and a bit uneasy that Dream had exist so imperceptibly in a dark room. “You’re here early.”
“Yeah, I heard some stuff went down and came in,” Dream shrugs.
“Heard where?”
“Does it matter?” Dream says dryly. “The Captain has been trying for hours. They won’t budge. We’re letting them stew for a bit. I’m sticking around ‘cause I kinda wanna see how this all plays out. And help if I can.”
“Oh,” Sapnap looks back through the glass. Ponk hasn’t moved. “Is that blood? Why do they have blood on their face? Are they okay?”
“They resisted arrest. And they haven’t requested medical care,” Sam is utterly clinical.
“Did you charge them with something?”
“I don’t have enough to actually charge them,” Sam mutters. He looks like he’s staring through the glass, but his eyes seem distant.
“So, why’d you bring them in, then?” Sapnap asks. Sam is clearly exhausted, but he seems so procedural. From the way he’d always talked about Ponk, Sapnap had assumed Sam would be more… fragile? Emotional? He isn’t sure. Right now the Captain seems bitter and irritated, if feeling anything at all. “Captain?”
Sam’s hands curl into fists at his sides. “Reasonable suspicion,” is all he says.
“Okay,” Sapnap raises an eyebrow, glancing to Dream for more answers but Dream just nods. “Have they like, asked for a lawyer? How long are we holding them? Is someone gonna come pick them up?”
Sam hesitates more at this. Dream cuts in. “I mean, no. They haven’t formally invoked their right to a lawyer. So far they’ve just refused to talk. We haven’t had them long, and even without a charge we can hold them for, what, another 40 hours?”
Sam almost grimaces, moves to speak, and then stops himself.
“What is it?” Sapnap pushes. “Hey, d’you want me to try to talk to them? I mean, you haven’t been the one interrogating them, have you?”
Silence. Sapnap takes that as an affirmative.
“Conflict of interest, Sam. Even if there aren’t any clear rules against it, come on. That’s bad for both of you,” Sapnap points out.
Sam finally faces him, looking utterly reluctant to even look him in the eye. “Thank you for being honest with me, Officer. Please use my proper title while on duty.” Sam almost doesn’t sound like himself, even though lately he’s been sinking deeper into a strict Captain’s persona, there had always been some inkling of their buddy Sam there too. It’s harder to find that now.
Sapnap eyes him cautiously. Both of them, Sam and Dream, feel off to him. “Sorry, Captain. I want to try and talk to them. If you’ll let me.”
Sam sighs. “Fine. They’ve only been here seven hours, so. We won’t have to let them sleep for a while longer.”
Dream bristles, “you wouldn’t let me try–“
“And you’d be well advised not to argue, officer,” Sam turns cold.
Dream watches him, calculating something, whether it’s worth pushing. Dream raises his hands passively, stepping back. “Sorry, Captain. You know best, right?” His sarcasm is ill contained but Sam can’t bring himself to scold Dream any further.
“Okay, cool. I can do this,” Sapnap nods, partially talking to himself. “Have they had like, water or anything yet? Coffee?”
“No.”
“Huh,” Sapnap knows Dream and Sam are more inclined to be colder toward suspects, both of them fiercely devoted to the job and without mercy for those who break the law, but he’d imagined maybe a little more courtesy would be extended to Ponk of all people. And he hadn’t imagined Sam would be petty, so maybe being clinical is the easiest way for Sam to deal with it. “Did they do something? I don’t really know what I should be trying to get from them.”
“They snuck out late last night with my keys. Keys to the station, all of it. Acted all nervous when they got back.”
Sapnap laughs uncertainly. “That’s it?”
If Sam could kill him with a look. “How about you trust my judgment as your Captain and either get in there or go home?”
Sapnap is almost offended. He doesn’t argue. “I’m on it, Captain.” First Sapnap goes to the break room, getting two shitty cups of black coffee before returning. “Can you get the door for me?”
“I don’t see why you’re trying good cop nonsense this early on. You should go right to applying some pressure,” Dream scoffs, unlocking the interrogation room and getting out of the way.
Sapnap doesn’t bother giving him a reply. He enters. Ponk doesn’t move.
“So, uh. Hey. I got you coffee, if you want it,” Sapnap awkwardly slides the styrofoam cup across to them.
Now Ponk looks up, startled, and for a moment Sapnap thinks they wince, arms held close to their chest. “You’re not Sam.”
“Uh, no,” Sapnap laughs. “He’s nowhere near as cool as me.”
Ponk doesn’t play along. They don’t laugh or attempt any semblance of relief, they just watch him, careful, wary. So much for trying to lift the tension. Sapnap sits down, he momentarily forgets what he is going to say at the sight of Ponk’s eyes a bit too red and puffy. Their chin is bruised. There’s dried blood around their nose. Sapnap tries to pretend that doesn’t make him uneasy.
Sapnap doesn’t know how Sam has been coping. Sapnap knows Ponk somewhat because of Sam, and that alone makes this feel so much harder. “So. Coffee doesn’t have anything in it, but I could get cream and sugar and stuff. Or like, if you’d rather have water. Up to you.”
Ponk’s confusion has been traded for caution. They don’t say a word, staring at Sapnap like he’s going to strike like a viper the moment they let their guard down. They look so defensive, hunched over, trying to appear smaller.
“You’re completely within your rights to not say anything. I mean, I’m sure you know that, considering you’re dating the Police Captain,” Sapnap says it with moronically lighthearted intentions and immediately regrets it. If Ponk doesn’t completely shut down, Sam will probably hold it against him too. “Uh. Sorry. Have you made a phone call?”
Ponk assesses him for a moment, still reproachful, but they shake their head. “No. I haven’t.”
“Do you want to?”
“Who would I–“ Ponk quickly stops, thinking over their words carefully. “It’s like I told S– like I told your boss. I’m not saying shit without a lawyer.”
“I thought–“ Sapnap frowns. “Gimme just a sec.” He stands, leaving quickly, Dream unlocking the door for him and quick to lock it behind him. “Hey, S– Captain, have they asked for a lawyer or no?”
“Not formally,” yet again Dream answers for him.
“Dude,” Sapnap gives his housemate a look. “I was asking the Captain.”
“Dream is right. They’ve said they won’t talk without a lawyer but technically that is not requesting a lawyer,” Sam replies coldly.
“Technically? Since when do we do technically? Come on, that is so shady. It sounds like asking for a lawyer to me. They haven’t made a phone call yet either, so,” Sapnap can understand Sam being out of sorts about this whole situation, but Dream almost seems like he’s enjoying this a bit.
“If they don’t say ‘I am invoking my right to an attorney’ it doesn’t count. They didn’t even ask for one, just said they wouldn’t talk without one,” and still, Dream is the one to keep arguing.
“What’s gotten into you today, Dream?”
Dream stares at him, like he’s trying to puzzle something out. “Rough night.”
“Of course it was,” Sapnap sighs. “You know what, I’ll just deal with this, you guys can sit around with your technicalities.”
He returns to Ponk’s room. “So, if you’re trying to invoke your right to an attorney, you gotta say it like that. Like, literally, ‘I am invoking my right to an attorney.’ That’s why no one’s listened to you so far, I guess,” Sapnap doesn’t know why he feels embarrassed on behalf of Sam and Dream. Normally they’re the ones expecting more of him, not the other way around.
Ponk stares at him, exhausted and almost irritated. “I thought you all were just ignoring my rights. Thanks for telling me there’s a fucking loophole that means it was totally legit, right?”
“So?” Sapnap waits.
“I am invoking my right to an attorney. I’m not saying anything else. I’m invoking my right to remain silent– do I have to say that as well?”
“Well, before you do that do you want to contact someone? It’ll take a state-assigned attorney probably a couple hours to get here at least.”
Ponk hesitates. “Yeah. I dunno if I can reach my lawyer but–“ they pause. Ponk should’ve asked to make a phone call sooner, even if Sam would’ve found a way to ignore it, but Ponk has no clue who to call. They need to call someone. “Yeah. I want my phone call.”
“Ok, got it. I’ll be right back. Uh, coffee is shit, by the way, but it’s there if you want it. I’d wait a sec, though, it’s like, crazy hot. I burned my tongue earlier,” Sapnap leaves them again, feeling oddly like both Sam and Dream are judging him when he returns.
“This is not how we treat suspects. Especially not rats,” Dream says coldly.
“What’re you talking about?” Sapnap gives him a wary look. “How do we treat them, then?”
“They asked to make a phone call?” Sam interjects, watching Ponk carefully through the glass. Ponk still hugs their arm close to their chest.
“Yeah. They did,” Sapnap gives Dream one last reproachful look before turning to Sam. “I can handle that part too.”
Sam gives a small nod, still watching Ponk like he can somehow find what he’s looking for by staring daggers at their face.
“Guess you two can stay here and lurk like a couple of weirdos,” Sapnap is too tired for professionalism. He’s ready to go home, but for some reason he can’t bring himself to trust these two making sure Ponk gets their phonecall. That feels wrong to him. Dream takes an almost vicious amount of pride in doing his job well and Sam is such a stickler for the rules it gets annoying, but the two of them are acting like this type of behavior is part of the job. “After this, I’m going home. I’m fucking tired, so. Hope you two pull yourselves together by then.”
~
Sapnap returns with a phone, clunking it down on the table in front of them, the chord long enough to trail out the door.
“You can make it in private, I’ll step out,” he offers.
Ponk glances doubtfully at their own reflection, certain Sam stares back.
“I’ll ask them to leave,” Sapnap says quickly.
“I’m supposed to just believe you?” Ponk asks almost accusingly.
“Uh,” Sapnap almost winces, glancing at the mirror. “Yeah, I guess. Sorry.” And then he’s gone.
Ponk stares at the phone in front of them, refusing to look over at the mirror. This is why they haven’t asked for a phone call. The only person they can think to call is probably watching them right now. They don’t know if there’s a time limit, if Sapnap will return to take the phone away, but they feel utterly stuck. They think over the numbers they know and it keeps on coming back to home. Or this very office. Just to Sam.
Okay. They need a lawyer. They don’t have Quackity’s home number, but they could call Schlatt’s townhouse. There’s almost no chance of Schlatt answering, which is good. Quackity could be there, but Ponk knows Quackity has been avoiding spending the night there so it’s a long shot. He was supposed to go to the Secret City, Ponk thinks. It is, or maybe was, Tubbo’s birthday. But they have no idea what time it is or if he would still be there. Although, if anyone would be able to find someone, it’s Niki. The Secret City is the common ground between most of the people Ponk knows outside of Sam. Ponk hesitates once more, taking the phone off the hook with their right hand and laying it on the table while they spin the dial before picking it up again. Even moving this much hurts.
“Hello?” A confused and drowsy voice picks up.
“H-Hey, uh. Hi, Niki. It’s Ponk, by the way. I was wondering if–“ Ponk stops with a shaky breath. Their voice already sounds off from their bloodied nose, so maybe she won’t notice how much it’s shaking as well. “I need some help. I think Quackity was gonna be at The– at your place tonight. Is he?”
“He… he was, last night, but we’ve been closed for hours, Ponk. Ranboo and I are going to open the bakery soon. Did something happen?” Niki is alert in an instant.
Okay. They’ve been in here for at least six hours. Ponk feels a lump form in their throat. Fuck. They don’t want to scare Niki more than they already have. “It’s fine, I can try someone else–“
“No, Ponk, wait. Tell me what you need. Do you want me to… to call your boyfriend? Sam? If it’s, you know, stuff you haven’t told him I can think of something–“
“No. Not Sam,” Ponk holds onto the phone more tightly with their right hand. Their left arm is still in agony. “I need Quackity. And… fuck,” Ponk’s voice breaks. “Sam arrested me,” Ponk forces the words out even as it deepens the ache in their chest.
Ponk hears the rustle of movement on the other end of the line. “Oh god– Ponk, are you hurt? I’ll get Quackity. I’ll send someone to come get you, okay?” Her immediate urgency, her instinct being that they must be hurt, all of her assumptions are right, but it definitely serves a harsh reminder of the wrongness of all of this.
“Not… it’s not bad,” Ponk stares at their broken arm. The break has swollen enough to make their jacket sleeve taut, the part beyond the break they cannot feel anymore. The pain isn’t going to make them pass out, but it is enough that the world feels almost fuzzy around the edges. Ponk doesn’t want to scare her, but it’s clear she already has some idea.
“Okay. Okay, I will get ahold of Quackity, whatever it takes and we’ll take care of this, okay, Ponk? Just hang in there.”
“Thanks, Niki. I’m sorry, I know it’s super early and–“
“Don’t be sorry, Ponk. I’m glad you called. I have to go, I’ve got to try and get ahold of Quackity so,” Niki sounds reluctant to leave them.
“If he can’t, could you–” Ponk stops. They don’t know who else to ask for. Quackity coming out to help them feels like a long shot, especially if Schlatt has him working on something already.
Niki can read their distress in the silence. “Ponk, if I cannot find him I will send Ranboo after him. And if even then I can’t get ahold of anyone, I will go to the station myself until we figure this out, okay?”
“Okay,” it almost gets harder not to break down when someone cares. “Thank you, Niki. Bye.”
The line goes dead. Ponk hangs up with a trembling hand. They stare at the mirror. They know what happens now. The department can hold them for 48 hours, but if a lawyer shows up their interrogation efforts will be all but worthless. According to the cops, this is their last chance to really press for answers. Ponk has no clue how long it will take for Quackity to arrive, if he even does. Ponk just hadn’t known who else to ask. They would’ve tried to reach Purpled, he would’ve been there for them surely, not able to do much but be there as a friend, but he would also rather die than walk into a police station, and any help Purpled could offer would definitely not be legal means. The other option might have been calling the Badlands, but since their duties to them have been fulfilled, they’re not sure if the Badlands would feel any obligation to help them. Niki feels like a safe bet. Even if she can’t get ahold of Quackity, maybe she… she said she would come to try and pick them up. She’s good like that. Ponk just doesn’t know. They haven’t been charged yet. Unless Sam just lied about that earlier. And now all they can do is wait. The police are running out of time, so why is Ponk still alone?
Ponk jumps when the door finally opens. It’s not Sapnap this time. Sam returns.
“Where’s Sapnap?”
Sam takes the phone, sliding it to the edge of the table so it won’t be in the way, standing across from them. “I don’t see why that matters to you.”
The sound of Sam’s voice, the wrong voice, the Captain’s voice, reminds Ponk of how the rules have changed around them. “I’m invoking my right to remain silent,” they lean back in their chair, right arm almost cradling the left protectively. Their wrists still sting, their broken arm had been in the most pain on the way to the station, cuffs forcing their wrists behind their back had held the broken bone at a sharp angle, the metal digging into their wrists.
Sam exhales something almost like a laugh. “You’ll tell… whoever you told, everything about me. About this station. You endangered the lives of everyone in this building by not keeping silent, and now you decide you wanna go another way?” Sam’s voice is unsteady for maybe a moment, before it returns to some feeble cold veneer of professionalism. There’s so much anger just below the surface, all masking his hurt.
Ponk tries to bury any concern they might feel for him. Looking at that exhausted, weary expression they just want to reach out and brush against his face, say you look tired, Sammy, and ask if they can just go home.
Fuck, why does this have to hurt so bad?
“So who did you tell?”
Ponk scoffs, looking away. They say nothing. Even if they explained that what they had shared would never be used against an officer off duty, that they trust the Badlands enough for that, they doubt Sam would believe them. Despite the emotional damage of Sam being here at all, Ponk feels a bit relieved that it’s him instead of another officer. At least they know it won’t be too bad. Sam is mr by-the-book so he won’t–
Ponk’s vision blurs as white hot pain sparks up their arm and through their whole body. Sam has grabbed their hand. Their left hand.
“Please, Sam, it hurts,” Ponk says hoarsely. They don’t want to look at his face, instead their eyes struggle to focus on their broken arm pulled away from their chest and pinned to the table. They couldn’t feel it, but Sam cuffed their wrist, threading it around the loop of metal on the table before doing the same to their right, keeping them there.
“Are you ready to talk to me?”
Ponk glances up at his face, what should be the face of the man they love, but those eyes have never looked more unfamiliar, still cold, still unfeeling. They take a few deep breaths until the pain feels manageable again. “I’m not too sure.”
“I can hold you for 40 more hours. I can make that span of time feel like an eternity if I have to,” Sam leans forward. He wants to be seen as a threat. Ponk will do their best not to give him the satisfaction.
“G-Getting to spend time with you ain’t that bad, huh?” Ponk laughs weakly. “Huh?”
Sam pauses, that is the only indication of Ponk’s words reaching him whether in surprise or Ponk might desperately hope for caring. Then he continues unchanged. “You don’t seem to understand where this is going to go, do you?” That mixture of anger and cool confidence feels dangerous.
Ponk’s sense of trepidation only grows louder with every word he says. “What do you–”
They see Sam's hand coming toward them, in that split second they don't even flinch, because they cannot fathom what is happening as Sam backhands them across the face. Ponk is hurt more by getting thrown back so their broken arm is tugged on than the actual blow, but even that pain is nothing compared to the whirlwind of fear and confusion that leaves them reeling, unable to grapple with their current reality. Sam wouldn’t. He wouldn’t. This isn’t real. It can’t be real this is a fucking nightmare because Sam would never, Sam would never he wouldn’t he can’t–
They know they’re shaking, but that can’t be helped. Sam arresting them, being aggressive enough during the arrest that they’re left battered and bruised from hitting the ground, not stopping even after their arm broke, Ponk could rationalize that in some unsettling way as Sam thinking he’s doing his job. Sam has never– would never hit them. Or so they thought. It goes against everything Ponk expected of Sam. Who are they kidding– They never expected Sam to do any of this, let alone take it this far.
Niki is getting you help. Even if they don’t let you go, if she gets Quackity here you won’t be alone. He won’t be able to hurt you when Quackity gets here.
“Feel better?” Ponk glares at him. Ponk feels maybe a hint of pride that they don’t react beyond that.
“Not even a little,” Sam’s anger is so careful, but Ponk knows this is personal to him. “Maybe I would if you’d just talk to me.”
“Okay, since you’re clearly not too pressed to do the right thing, why don’t you just lie?” Ponk’s commitment to silence is weakened, for once Sam making them weak is a vulnerability they cannot afford. “If you’re so sure, you could just say I confessed.”
Sam frowns, offended, “I can’t do that. I don’t need to. You’ve done something wrong and when I have the evidence I need you’ll be prosecuted fairly. It’s more than that, though. Your confession, your trial, it doesn’t matter. Not really. I need to know who you spoke to so no one else gets hurt. Who are you working for?”
"Do you not see what you’re doing, Sam? This goes against everything I know you believe in. Don’t say this is fair, you know this isn’t how it’s supposed to go,” Ponk says sharply.
“Right, because I’m sure whoever you report back to is a beacon of justice,” Sam says dryly. “I’m only doing what I have to.”
Everything about this feels wrong– they've been thinking it over and over again, it's all wrong– that scares Ponk in a way that has very little to do with where they are right now. They’d always known cops were by their very institution cruel and authoritarian, but maybe they’d just been lying to themselves, believing somehow Sam was an exception. Maybe Sam has always been like this, honoring a damaged system as it is, and it just so happens that now Ponk has to see the truth in all its brutal glory.
“Okay. You’re only doing what you have to,” Ponk tries to remain unfeeling, rational. “But at what cost to your humanity, Sam?”
Sam’s jaw is so tense. Ponk can’t help but flinch, expecting another blow.
“Just give me the name of the person you report back to, and all of this will get easier, Ponk.”
Ponk doesn't want to look at him, even as this awful thought dawns, cruel as it is familiar; Ponk misses Sam. It’s been a matter of hours and so much has changed. Ponk can’t help but think of the night before, before all of this, where when Sam had thought Ponk was dealing with violent patients he had immediately been worried and ready to defend them. Now, they are confronted with a stranger, or rather, they wish he could truly be a stranger. It hurts worse to know the hands meant to hold them are now touched by their blood. “I’m invoking my right to remain silent.”
Sam sighs, drumming his hand on the table, the sound setting Ponk’s teeth on edge. “I don’t want to hurt you, Ponk,” he says it softly and there’s a gentleness to his tone that makes Ponk’s skin crawl. It sounds too close to their Sammy. Ponk says nothing.
Sam waits for maybe a minute, it dragging on slowly and painfully, then, he shrugs. Sam grabs the cup of coffee Sapnap had left them and pauses, circling the side of the table and staring at Ponk’s broken arm in a manner far too analytical.
“Do you want to roll up your sleeve?” Sam asks.
Ponk wishes more than anything their arm weren’t fucking chained to the table right now. “What? Why?” They don’t know what to watch, for a change in Sam’s expression or his hands for potential violence.
Sam doesn’t look at their face, only their arm. He hesitates and hours later once their wounds have been tended to Ponk still can’t decide if in that moment Sam had been unsure of his next act of violence, or if he had just been deciding where to pour.
“Stop– fuck– Sam, stop– my arm–“ Ponk is cut off by their own cry of pain; they desperately try to get away but it only makes the pain worse, their broken arm protesting as they try to yank away from the cuff as scalding hot liquid burns through their jacket and sears into their arm. “Sam, please!” Ponk’s voice breaks and maybe now their pleading will be loud enough that someone will come to help them.
Sam stops, setting aside the cup, disgustingly, monstrously calm.
Ponk’s hands shake as they panic, looking at their burnt and broken arm instead of up at him, shifting restlessly, but they can barely move, and it’s not like there’s anything to be done. They’re already burned. Ponk bites the inside of their cheek to stifle a whimper as they try to pull the fabric of their shirt away from the burn but all it does is irritate it further.
“Ponk?”
“D-Don’t–“ Ponk can only flinch away, beg him with hoarse, trembling words to try and keep Sam at bay, but he hasn’t moved any further.
“Tell me who you’ve been reporting to,” Sam sits down, reaching out as if to take their hand before stopping himself, he actually smiles, shutting his eyes briefly before pulling his hand back, as if embarrassed by some simple show of affection in the workplace. Even as Ponk tries to pull away again, even as the metal digs into their wrists painfully. Sam sighs, calm traded not for anger but some cruel, distorted worry. “Please, Ponk. I don’t want this to get any worse. People have gotten hurt because of what you’ve done, don’t let yourself get hurt too.”
“I’m not letting myself–” Ponk’s fear is joined by outrage. “People get hurt in this city because it is the way it is,” Ponk snaps. Sam is the one hurting them, they don’t know why his apparent sympathies make them almost feel ashamed. “Don’t give me credit.”
Sam persists with the audacity to look like he pities them. “Why did you do this, Ponk? Was it worth it? You didn’t just endanger me, you endangered everyone here. You betrayed me, and yeah, that hurts. But you could’ve gotten me killed as well. You did get some of us killed. Is that not enough for you? People dying–”
“People dying isn’t you dying, Sam!” Ponk is almost shouting now. They grab Sam’s hand, just able to reach it, imploring him to just look at them like he can still see them. “I did what I had to to keep you safe! And even now I don’t regret it. And I won’t fucking tell you anything, because then you’ll lose the protection I fought to give to you. So go ahead, Sam. Burn me, break my arm, do whatever you want. I will not be the reason you get killed.”
Sam stares back, maybe something like realization behind his eyes, but if for a moment Sam looks caught off guard, he looks human, it doesn’t really matter. Ponk’s proclamation is a confession enough.
“Thank you for that, Ponk,” Sam pulls free of their hold easily. “It’s not very specific, but the conspiring alone…” Sam sighs. “I’ll have to check, but I’ll try and post a low bail for you. Like I said, charging you doesn’t really matter. I just need you here long enough to figure out who you’ve been talking to, okay?”
“What?” Ponk falters. They had made it so far, but of course it was Sam accusing them of not caring for him that broke them. They stop their shouting, watching as Sam leaves, exhausted and helpless, they stare down at their wounded arm and do their best not to cry. He can keep you longer now. How are you meant to pay bail, Ponk? Say you could afford it, most of your money is in a shared fucking bank account. But Sam wouldn’t stop you from using your money–
Stop pretending you know what Sam would do. You don’t.
“F-Fuck…” Ponk has tried so hard to keep it together, but as they feel a sob rise in the back of their throat, it is left worse by Ponk only wishing Sam were there to hold them.
#dsmp au#dsmp fanfic#mafia au#violence cw#ask to tag#my writing#the grind never stops#the rules of confession and the legal system is my playground idk if this actually makes sense I'm doing what I want#and not to spoil things but i promise Sam will get what he deserves#although I will say cops manipulating what people say is very real.#i think what ponk says would be enough to get a lawyer Sam and Dream are pushing the envelope#but it’s like talking to the fucking fae u gotta be careful#cops r just looking for an excuse#villain awesamdude#it’s how he acts in canon :/#c!sapnap#c!sam#c!ponk#ponk
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I was listening to Youtube & got an Idea.
So there is this video; Come little Childern (Shout out to Chocojincake) and my brain went Spooky or Dark Phil story.
So modern setting?
He is kind of a urban legend
Basically Phil takes Childern away from abuse or orphans? Or maybe he just takes kids he like, depends on the author
I am thinking that he gets the Angel of Death title after he take enough children
Chat can be included too!
Crows can become an omen that the angel of death would claim them soon after
Or maybe Fae! Philza
Honestly, it can be anyone who Phil enchants/takes
Could be Twinduo + Tommy, Benchtrio, Purpled + Bench trio
Honestly whoever you want but
I think that the story would be a 3 + 1 type of thing
Basically a few chapters of with switch pov’s.
For example;
starts with Tommy’s --> Purpled --> Ranboo --> Tubbo
And odd things happen
Whether it be actually Phil talking to the kid, cryptically
Odd Dreams
Crows hanging out around them
Something bad happening but doesn’t affect (insert kid here)
Waking up and they didn’t fall asleep there
And other things
Then finally a final chapter where they are taken away
The reason why Phil does this is competely free for the author to do if they want included it
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[search for me beyond the yellow petals] Reunited
“Holy shit, Tommy.”
Tubbo didn’t waste another moment before he surged forward and wrapped his arms tightly around Tommy, resting his chin on Tommy’s shoulder. He felt much more fragile than Tubbo remembered, but at the moment, he didn’t care. Tommy was here and he was alive, and that was more than he could have hoped for.
-chapter 13, search for me beyond the yellow petals
been a while since i did a legit drawing :)
read the story HERE!
watch the speedpaint HERE!
#i love and hate painting dude#sfmbtyp#search for me beyond the yellow petals#dsmp#dream smp#dsmp fic#fae au#fae#tubbo#tommyinnit#possiblyawesomeart
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