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arc852 · 2 years

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blehh i hope this isn't too much for a request as a prompt ? idk I'm just mashing neat tropes together

mouse hybrid tommy avian wilbur soulmate au ? maybe just like a short reveal ?? aaa

I love this prompt! This also made me realize I don’t think I’ve ever written a soulmate au before? This was fun to write though! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Fear of death, fear of being eaten, being trapped

Word Count: 1152

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Tommy banged against the thick plastic of the box he found himself in. He even tried to claw his way out but the trap held firm. It made sense though, after all, it was a mouse trap.

Tommy collapsed onto the ground as the exhaustion from trying to escape for the last hour came at him at full force. When he caught his breath, he brought his knees to his chest, his tail coming to curl around one of his legs. Tommy didn’t want to accept it, but he was completely and utterly trapped.

He knew he should have left as soon as he heard the owner of the house mention a pest problem. Actually, no, he should have left the second he realized the owner of the home was an avian hybrid. But Tommy had been too desperate for shelter and so he stayed despite his instincts. It wasn’t like he had anywhere else to go.

That was the problem with being a mouse hybrid or any hybrid that wasn’t considered ‘normal’ size. There was always a good chance that the bigger hybrids would see them as pests or-or even food, if their hybrid natures ended up being that of predator and prey. Sure, the smaller hybrids lived in colonies, hidden away from any bigger hybrids but if you were ever exiled from a colony, then there was really nowhere else for you to go.

Of course, Tommy had been exiled and had no choice but to act like an actual mouse. Living in the walls of a bigger hybrid’s house and scavenging in order to survive.

And now he was here. Trapped and most likely going to be eaten when the avian hybrid gets home.

Tears formed and fell and he buried his head in his knees, quietly sobbing at his fate.

A tingling sensation on his arm caused him to pause, however. He lifted his head and looked down at his arm. Hey, how are you doing? Was written across it, having just appeared.

His soulmate.

Tommy’s breath hitched when he realized he would never get to meet them. Never get to actually know their name. Of course, he never really counted on meeting them. Sure, they could be another tiny hybrid but there was also a chance they were a big one and based on things his soulmate brought up, it was more likely he was big.

But even still, Tommy had hoped deep down they could still meet. That his soulmate wouldn’t care he was a mouse hybrid. That he would be seen as a person instead of a pest.

But now that hope was gone. Because Tommy was going to die.

Tommy reached into his pocket and brought out a marker. Or, well, the very tip of one, fashioned in a way that it wouldn’t get his hands dirty with the color red. He took a deep breath and began to write.

Not good, big man. I…I think this is it for me.

What? What do you mean by that?

Tommy hesitated on the next bit, but knew he had to tell his soulmate. It was now or never.

I’m a mouse hybrid. I got exiled from my colony. I decided to live in a big hybrid’s home and they decided to set up mouse traps. I got caught in one.

Tommy quickly wiped his tears away so they wouldn’t smudge his writing. He looked down at the feeling of more writing appearing.

What? I mean, that’s…that doesn’t mean you’re going to die. The hybrid could let you go, not all big hybrid’s see tiny ones as pests. I don’t.

That was confirmation then, that his soulmate was a big hybrid. Tommy smiled, at least happy to know that his soulmate didn’t think less of him now that he knew.

I appreciate that big man. But the owner of the house is an avian hybrid. And, well, I’m a mouse hybrid. It’s pretty obvious what’s going to happen to me.

Wait…did you say an avian hybrid?

Yeah.

Tommy waited a few minutes, expecting his soulmate to say something else but there was nothing. Maybe he was finally realizing how screwed Tommy was.

Tommy was just about to write out his last goodbye to a soulmate he would never meet when he heard the door to the house open. He tensed, dropping his marker in fear. The owner was home.

He heard footsteps and Tommy curled back in on himself, hoping the owner would give him a little bit more time, that he wouldn’t check the trap right away.

That didn’t happen though.

The footsteps only grew louder and he heard the creak of the pantry door open. There was a pause and then Tommy’s prison was being lifted. It was very quickly put down again though.

“Please…” He thought he heard the avian whisper. He didn’t have time to think about what the avian could have meant by that though because slowly the trap was starting to be opened. Tommy once again buried his face into his knees and shut his eyes tight.

The box was fully open, he could tell from the amount of light behind his eyes. And then a gasp came from the avian and Tommy’s heart skipped a beat.

“Hey, it’s okay…” The avian, his tone soft. Tommy’s heart felt like it was going to explode but he forced himself to look up and meet the avian’s eyes.

Just like his tone, his eyes were soft, nothing like the hungry look Tommy was expecting. Tommy didn’t want to trust it but a feeling deep inside him made him second guess his own instincts.

“I can’t believe all this time…” The avian started to say, trailing off a bit. But that only made Tommy more confused.

“What…What the f*** are you talking about?” Tommy spat out, still unsure of where all this was going.

The avian smiled and for some reason, Tommy didn’t feel threatened by it. “Well…I was just out talking to my soulmate when they mentioned they had gotten trapped. In a mouse trap set by an avian hybrid.”

Tommy’s eyes widened more and more as the avian talked. “Wait…”

The avian lifted up his arm, and plain as day Tommy could see his handwriting in bright red letters. “My name is Wilbur.” The avian said and then he looked sheepish. “Sorry about the mouse trap.”

Wilbur. His soulmate’s name was Wilbur and he was a big hybrid. An avian hybrid. And he didn’t see Tommy as a pest. Tommy smiled back at his soulmate.

“Yeah, well, you’re going to pay for that later.” He said, ideas already forming in his mind. “My name is Tommy.”

They were two hybrids from completely different walks of life. Hybrids of two species who, in the wild, were predator and prey. But somehow, Tommy knew this would work out. He just had a feeling.

#g/t #giant/tiny #mcyt g/t #au #hybrid au #mouse!tommy #avian!wilbur #tiny!tommy #giant!wilbur #soulmate au #platonic #platonic soulmates #prompt #fic #my fic #unedited

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rat-rosemary · 5 months

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Lmaoo tallulah and Chayanne both thinking cdream it's their mom and when they one day they ask and cphilza and cwill would need to have a chat bewteen them.

This au it's amazing cdream having a dated cfundy,cwill and cphilza it's one of my favorite hc like that man went for all the bloodline

The situation escalates to the point that the entire server gets together on a trial to figure out if Dream actually is the mother and every single thing just seems to point to him actually being it

Like, Tubbo just saying "did either of you ever cum inside that man?" And both Wilbur and Philza go suspiciously quiet

Quackity is being very silent in the background panicking while he remembers that Tilin had green eyes

#the dog barks #qsmp au #dsmp au #because i mean... with ender dragon hybrids the egg only stays inside the mother for a short time.... its completely possible....#the big thing becomes 1- how do they contact Dream 2- if Dream is the mom then where did the other eggs come from #and 3- hide wilbur and philza from Bad who is absolutely pissed that they knocked his son up #also these fuckers are insane enough that they would try to argue with the federation that the eggs can leave the island because they-#deserve to visit their mother

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writing-oof · 9 months

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

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

TW: sleeping, fatigue, temporary paralysis

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Technoblade wakes up falling.

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

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

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

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

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

dadza crafting a belt someone jokes.

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

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

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

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

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

Ranboo, Techno realizes, waking up stiff and sore.

Ranboo!

ender boi

good morning

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

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

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

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

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

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

sleepy

too tired

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

big nap

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

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

probably something stupid

heyy

shhh you're being loud

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

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

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

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Tommy is in his room.

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

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

Technoblade twitches again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He twitches his fingers and Tommy makes a contemplative sound.

"You want me to braid it or something?"

Technoblade thinks. He tries to, at least.

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

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

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Hibernating isn't safe.

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

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

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

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

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behrjbehr · 1 year

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Au where Philza gets really possessive of eggs/baby birds. Techno and Wilbur dread hatching season when the hens are sitting on eggs and Phil is out there with them, not letting anyone else enter. He goes full bird brain and sleeps in his own nest with the chickens.

Phil had just returned from a trip and was acting weird. He’d shoved his son and beat friend aside and locked himself in his room. Every time Techno attempted to enter, to bring food or water, he saw Phil’s wings puff up as he growled at him to leave.

Wilbur was the one to notice it. Phil had shifted slightly as he growled revealing a very large, very red stone.

The teen dragged Techno into the room, pointing out the weird rock.

“Maybe is like with the hens,” Wil suggested. “Like-it’s a round rock-it reminds him of an egg”

“That’s definitely not a rock,” techno said, slowly approaching his friend. “It’s an egg.”

“Hey Phil… can you tell me where you found that?”

The avian hissed, hugging the red sphere tighter. “I won’t take it. I promise,” Phil calmed slightly. “Just-tell me where you got it.”

Phil shifted around the egg for several moments before speaking.

“A wandering trader sold it too me,” he admitted. “Said it was barren. But it’s not. I can feel it.”

“Did he say what egg it was?” Techno asked.

Phil shook his head.

“Phil, I think he gave you a dragon egg.”

#sbi au #Behr’s au’s #alternate universe #Philza #technoblade #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #dragoninnit #hybrid fam!

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erissdoesart · 7 months

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I put a new chapter of my fic, Praise be upon the Lamb! Check it out if you want :3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45177628/chapters/129300418

Also, there is a speedpaint of all of my art for this fic available

https://youtu.be/3X0n9reN2ew?si=D3CehQdPhvEWQObh

#wilbur dream smp #wilbur soot #fic fanart #wilbur fanart #cult of the lamb #dark sbi #eret #eret fanart #sheep hybrid wilbur soot #domi art

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elementic-symphony · 1 year

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Look at my boys! Brothers frfr. I had fun drawing the hair. This is a bit old, but I still like it.

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blaeyk · 7 months

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The brother of that first mermay post of tommy: Orcabur!

He is a lot less in the ocean and a lot less in touch with his orca side compared to tommy with his koi fish side

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astraymetronome · 6 months

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

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

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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