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The Perfect Hill (Gift) Just out of Reach, but Never out of Sight (JORNOS for short) Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 , Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11 , Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15 TBA

Treat spiders the way you want to be treated. Killed without hesitation.

My monster to Slay

Can we see the fireflies?

Amongst the Kelp, I found you in Hair- I mean There...

Lies and the Thieves That Try

To Fly Once More

Red Paint and Tiny Portraits (submitted on Faeiyns blog)

One Small Gift -A Christmas Fic

And the phone keeps ringing and ringing and ringing….

Patience is a Virtue and Trust is Earned- A continuation of One Small Gift

One Small Gift- Epilogue

Three Gifts, One Heart- A JORNOS Christmas Special

Non Fandom stories (OCs etc)

Dancing in your Hands

In the Hands of my Tormentor

Tooth be Told...

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Tiny Bedroom

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“Now this is a prized blade.” Tommy preened as he held up his pen knife to show Henry, his cow plush, leaned up on his bed. “Just a bit more work and she’ll be perfect.”

Tommy ran the pen knife along the sharpening stone, the blade becoming increasingly more sharp with every meticulous stroke of metal to stone. The Borrower had practice when it came to sharpening blades. One of the tasks he could perform at the colony for food was offering to sharpen the other Borrowers' razor blades when they became dull. It was a slow task, but Tommy made sure every single blade he restored was perfectly sharpened, and sliced through the air like butter. 

Razor blades were few in the colony, most Borrowers preferring pins as their weapon of choice, but the odd razor blade knife certainly had its uses. But those paled in comparison to Tommy’s new knife. 

He has absolutely no idea how it happened, but after his afternoon sparing with Technoblade, he’d gone home so tired and content that it wasn’t until the following morning that he noticed the pen knife sitting innocently at the foot of his bed, the same size if not slightly smaller than his pin sword. He’d had to pinch himself a couple of times to make sure it was real, but somehow the blade had shrunk with him! 

He guessed there was probably some logic to it, considering whenever he changed size his clothes changed with him, but other objects? Well, if he wasn’t confused enough by the shifting ability already, this took the icing on the cake. Instead of trying to make sense of it, Tommy chose to enjoy the fact it fit in his house than hurt his brain trying to make sense of it. 

Now he had the ultimate weapon against all pests!

That is if he ever finished sharpening it…

“If only the others could see me now Henry, they wouldn’t dare try messing with me and my blade!” 

Tommy chattered on as he continued to sharpen the blade against the stone. He’d just about finished the first side but would have to start on the other side another time, as soon he’d be joining Wilbur for an afternoon hang out. 

It had been a few days since he last visited and since Wilbur hadn’t seen him since the incident with Technoblade, the older teen had been getting insistent on catching up. He’d been monologuing to himself in his room, believing something must have happened at home and the ‘parent abuse’ had picked up again since Tommy hadn’t been messaging much. It had been so long that it had been mentioned, Tommy had almost forgotten his whole cover story and the Crafts’ theories on him.

Now that he was actually eating and having the occasional shower, he looked like any normal teenager, so it was easy to forget there had been any speculation at all. But then again, the Crafts hadn’t had a reason to worry as much about his well being when he’d been visiting so often, so the questions had subsided. With his choice to give Technoblade space, of course Wilbur and Phil would start to question his absence again. 

Just the other night Tommy had heard Phil reassuring Wilbur that he’d received a text from him, that he was fine and there was nothing to worry about, but Wilbur wasn’t convinced that was the whole story and argued that, ‘you could lie about anything through a text,’ and had started begging Phil they go look for him again. 

He’d sent Wilbur a text the next morning asking when he was free next and booked the following day’s afternoon. 

It was sweet how much Wilbur cared about his safety, but if he had to take one more night of Wilbur moping to himself about how much he missed him in the middle of night when he was trying to sleep, Tommy was ready to stab his ankle just to shut him up. 

The negatives of living in Wilbur’s walls, he supposed.

Satisfied with the blade's sharpness for now, Tommy set it down on his workbench, threw on his hoodie and packed himself up to leave. Something told him if he waited any longer, Wilbur was going to start whining again… 

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“Uggggggh! Why does waiting take so loooooong!?” Wilbur moaned, half flopped over the side of the couch in the living room. “What’s taking him so long?” 

Wilbur blew a loose curl back from his face and glanced at the clock on the wall for the hundredth time that day. It was quarter to four,but he’d been waiting for Tommy since he woke up, and the teen’s patience was running thin. Sure, Tommy said he’d visit in the afternoon, and he’d had to go to school, but the afternoon hit as soon as the clock hit twelve! That meant Tommy was, in fact four, hours late and school had held him back from getting home sooner.

His thoughts had been plaguing him since Technoblade and his massive spat, and he couldn’t get the image of when he first met Tommy out of his head. The frail, beat up kid, malnourished and deprived of attention, the result of lack of care and negligence plagued Wilbur’s mind, terrified that Tommy would revert to his previous state having not visited in so long. 

He knew they were basically his care takers now, even if Phil hadn’t made it official yet and was itching to adopt the kid, but Technoblade’s recent actions had made Phil slow his efforts of adoption, claiming this had to be a mutual family agreement to bring Tommy in permanently, before even approaching the kid with the question- no matter how much he protested this when they talked privately in Phil’s study on the subject.

He understood the sentiment, he did deep down, but Wilbur didn’t care if his brother hated the kid, the brunet refused to let Tommy go back to living how he used to. If he had to adopt the kid himself, he would. He was going to have a little brother, his own twin be damned. 

A knock at the door signalled the blond's arrival and Wilbur bolted to the door, throwing it open with urgency. He didn’t even have a chance to say hello before Tommy barreled through the open door and into his arms.

“WILBAH!” He shouted excitedly as he hugged the older tightly. 

Wilbur slightly caught off guard, took a second to check the boy over, noting that no he wasn’t a frail stick and was still in the nice clothes they had gotten him. With his fears finally quelled, Wilbur returned the younger's embrace, revelling in the fact this was the first time he had openly jumped him for a hug with no hesitation. 

“What up big dub? Heard you missed me?” Tommy asked cheerily.

“Hey Tommy!” Wilbur laughed as he ran a hand through Tommy’s blond curls, messing the kid’s hair up. “How’s my favourite gremlin?”

“Better than you apparently!” Tommy laughed, releasing his grip to step back, but not before Wilbur pulled him back into a tighter hug. “Oi let go you clingy bastard.” 

“Nope. You put yourself here and I demand a longer hug.” 

“Unless you want me to let go.” He tacked on the end, just in case Tommy was uncomfortable.

“No, no, it’s okay.” Tommy replied giggling as he leaned into the hug. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

After a solid minute, the two finally let go and Wilbur led them into the living room, taking a seat on the green couch facing the TV, whilst Tommy sat at the opposite end. Phil unfortunately had to work late this evening, but that just meant more Tommy time for him. Technoblade was in his room studying up for a test and would be leaving them alone, which Wilbur was quietly thrilled about. He was still quite annoyed at his twin as it stood.

“So Tommy, I have a few options for us this afternoon. I was thinking we could play a board game or I could play you some songs on my guitar, and then a bit later we could put a movie on and order some pizza. Dad said we could because he won’t be home until late, so we can get your favourite to share!” Wilbur excitedly blabbered as Tommy got situated.

He hadn’t heard Wilbur play much as of late- not with how anxious the brunet had been, fretting over his absence and it would be nice to hear some of his music again.

“I’d love to listen to you play some guitar if that’s okay.” Tommy asked. 

“Sure! I’ve been working on this new song actually.” Wilbur beamed, as he leaned over the side of the couch where he’d left his guitar propped up against it. “Had a lot of stuff to channel into lyrics lately.” 

“As long as it’s not about missing me again. Seriously man, you stay up way too late whining over me and my home life.” 

Wilbur blinked, his head tilting like he’d misheard, the guitar in his hands stilled. 

“How do you know about that?” 

Sure, he knew he’d been missing Tommy, but he’d been careful to keep to himself when he was spiralling over it. No need to get Technoblade riled up more about his own twin crashing out over Tommy’s whereabouts again. He wanted them to get along after all. 

“Oh uh.. Phil told me in- in his text.” Tommy covered quickly, wringing his hands together. “Thin walls in this house you know. Phil hears all.” 

Wilbur arched a brow, carefully watching the blond, but seemed to buy into the lie. 

“Besides,” Tommy continued. “-it’s a fair assumption. Everyone misses me. You, Phil, Women. I’m quite popular, you know.”

“Fair enough.” Wilbur chuckled, the suspicion seemingly dissipating as he repositioned his guitar in his lap to play, as Tommy mentally sighed. “I’ll keep that in mind next time you take too long to visit.”

“How’s life going by the way? We haven’t talked about it in a while?”

“It’s alright.” Tommy responded nonchalantly as he tried to get comfortable on the couch again. 

“It’s been quiet recently, but I figured you guys needed the space after that whole- thing with Technoblade. I did actually come by a few days ago, but you weren’t home so I hung out with him before heading home to catch up on some house work.”

Wilbur's brain short circuited. 

“Wait, you hung out with Technoblade? ALONE?!” 

Tommy mentioned his hangout with Technoblade like it was nothing.

“Oh, Technoblade and I just read some sword magazines and sparred in the garden, it’s no big deal.” But Wilbur couldn’t hide the concern in his face, remembering how harsh Techno had been to Tommy the last time they were together.

Wilbur took a breath to steady himself. 

“So, you just dropped by and Technoblade let you in with no questions asked?”

Tommy leaned into the couch, as he hummed thinking to himself. “Well, we were both surprised to see each other, but he was making lunch and offered to make me some while I waited for you and Phil to get back, but you guys took too long and we ended up chilling together.” 

“And you were fine with that?” Wilbur asked carefully, leaning forward. “It’s just after the last time you were alone together, it didn’t end very well.”

His fingers fidgetted with the hem of his sweater, and Wilbur wouldn’t quite meet his eyes- like he was bracing for Tommy to brush him off.

Tommy just laughed, waving a hand like he was swatting away Wilbur’s worry.

“Wil, I’m fine. Seriously. It was a bit awkward at first but I think Technoblade was trying to make me feel comfortable and after a while we just chilled out, which for Technoblade is pretty good considering his track record with awkwardness and new people.”

Wilbur sighed in relief. Tommy wasn’t wrong. His brother had always been pretty bad with new people, but he’s just surprised by how quickly he’d seemed to turn the tides with his attitude towards Tommy- especially without him or Phil there to witness. After their stern talk in the office, Wilbur assumed it would be weeks before Techno would even try to make an effort with the boy, but that’s usually when they were around.

Maybe by giving the two space alone was what they needed to bond in the first place? No one telling Technoblade what to think of Tommy from their perspective. Just Tommy being himself and Technoblade giving him the chance to meet the blond like they’d asked.

Guess he had listened then. 

“Well, I’m glad you had a good time together then.” Wilbur smiled softly. “I was worried something may have happened.”

Tommy shrugged. “All good big dubs! It was fun! He gave me a sword and everything!”

“Really?” Wilbur asked, arching a brow suspiciously. “Tech gave you an actual sword from his collection?”

Tommy shrunk a little tapping his finger tips together. “Okay it was a pen knife, but close enough! I took it home and started sharpening it up.”

“Wait Tommy, no. You can’t just go around sharpening blades! There are laws about this kind of stuff!”

“I’m above the law!” Tommy cackled mischievously. “Besides, it’s mine now and you’ll never find it!” 

“Then I’ll just have to follow you home one day and break into your house to get it back.” Wilbur grinned somewhat triumphantly waiting for Tommy to bite back, but it seemed to earn him the opposite reaction. 

“You- you wouldn’t actually do that would you?” Tommy asked tentatively, his voice small and quiet as if scared of the answer. 

Wilbur realised his mistake, and his mind was flooded with all his worries from the last few days about Tommy’s home life all over again. He moved the guitar off his lap, and shuffled closer to the boy's end of the couch.

Tommy let out a shaky sigh. He wasn’t nearly as freaked out as he had been when the subject came up in the past, but the fear was still there. What was it about his home that made him so scared of others finding it?

“Of course not, Tommy.” Wilbur assured him softly, resting a hand on the boy's shoulder. “I’d only ever come to your house if you let me.” 

He could stop now. He could swallow the pieces of the story Tommy had given him and leave at that, preserving the fragile trust they had built, but uncertainty was a slow poison. Just one time, Wilbur wanted to see where Tommy went when they weren’t together. Put his thoughts to rest knowing the blond was safe and not sleeping on a cold wooden floor, or hiding from those out to get him. 

“Do you think one day we could hang out at your place?” Wilbur asked hopefully. “I know you said you live nearby but it would be nice to—”

“-- No.” Tommy cut Wilbur off abruptly, and the brunet’s shoulders sagged, dejected. 

Tommy bit the inside of his cheek, feeling bad for having unintentionally hurt the teen’s feelings as he tried to think of an excuse, but even he knew Wilbur probably wouldn’t buy it as he coughed to clear his throat of the lump that had suddenly formed. 

“Uh- I mean, no I don’t think that would be a good idea to be honest.” Tommy said as he fidgetted with his hands. “It’s um, well, my place- it’s quite cramped and I don’t think you’d like to see it if you knew where it was…” 

“I’m sure it’s not that bad.” Wilbur tried pressing. “It’s not like we have to stay, I just want to be able to look out for you better, so we know where to find you if something ever happened.”

Tommy didn’t respond, the kid seeming to have a mental conflict with himself as Wilbur quietly hoped he’d open up. 

‘Please Tommy. Let me help you.’

“I-I can’t Wilbur. I’m sorry it’s just- I live nearby, that’s all I can say, but every time I let someone close, I lose it all.” Tommy lifted his knees to his chest wrapping his arms around them. “I can’t lose it again.”

Wilbur quietly watched as Tommy dipped his head down, hiding his face in his knees. He’d over stepped again, but this answer at least explained a bit more to the hidden meaning as to why Tommy wouldn’t let them see his home. 

“Tommy, I promise if you brought me to your home, I would never do anything to take it from you, or touch a single item without your permission. I will never push to see it without your permission and I’ll drop even asking if you can answer this one question honestly.”

Tommy lifted his head, his blue eyes slightly glossed over as he stared at Wilbur intensely, the older trying to be as gentle and open as possible.

“Are you truly safe at home?” 

The ‘I need to know you’re not secretly being abused’ part went left unsaid, but Wilbur was sure Tommy knew the true intent of his question. 

‘As long as you’re safe at home Tommy, I can live without ever seeing your home.’

The silence dragged on, but Wilbur waited patiently for an answer, the blond seemingly replaying the question over and over in his head before he dragged his arm across his face, to wipe the tears away as the younger met the brunet's gaze. 

“Yes.” Tommy spoke quietly. 

Wilbur physically sighed, all tension and worry draining from his shoulders from that simple answer. He was okay, Tommy was safe at home and he didn’t have to worry. That didn’t explain everything obviously. Maybe he’d never know why Tommy showed up bruised and in tattered clothing, or his strange habits, but at least at present he could be assured that he was okay. 

“Thanks Tommy.” Wilbur breathed relieved, as he leaned back on the couch, letting the tension finally drain from his shoulders. “That’s great to hear, not gonna lie.” 

“Can you play some music now?” Tommy asked tentatively, unsure if this really was the last time Wilbur was going to try and investigate his life for the day.

“Yeah, yeah. Sure.” Wilbur offered quickly as he sat back up and grabbed his guitar to tune it. 

“Haven’t got a name for this song yet, but maybe once you hear it you can help with the title?” 

A small, dry smile grazed Tommy’s lips as he made eye contact, his chest still heaving with the remnants of tension. 

“Sure. Sounds good to me.”

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Wilbur played the guitar for Tommy for the next hour or so, Tommy intently listening and offering his thoughts, and after a while, praise as Wilbur played, the two settling back into a happy environment, their tense conversation mostly forgotten. 

Tommy forgot how much he enjoyed the teen’s playing. It felt like it had been far too long since the Bean had openly played guitar, and hearing all his songs was refreshing for the boy as they mucked around and even created a new song together. It made zero sense, mostly being rhymes from one weird object to the next, but that’s what made it so fun to do. 

Wilbur was pleased to see Tommy looking so relaxed again. He felt bad about making him feel so uncomfortable before, but he was glad Tommy could relax and hang out calmly without something else getting him riled up again- excluding what literally just happened. He wished Tommy could just stay this way.

“Okay what’s a good rhyme for eating pancakes in the rain? I’m not sure I can think of a rhyme that flows super well into that one.” Wilbur laughed, as he continued to strum the three same notes continuously. 

“Uh how about, walking upside down again.” Tommy responded thoughtfully, with a smile when it somehow rhymed.

“Nice! Walking upside down again, uhhhh something something train?” 

“Running after a freight train.” A monotone voice chimed in from behind them, startling the two slightly as the music stopped and their attention snapped to the hallway.

“Technoblade,” Wilbur called to his twin happily. “Sorry, are we being too loud? I know you’re studying, we can try and be quieter.”

Technoblade waved him off, unphased by the ruckus. “Nah you’re all good. I was finishing up anyway before I realised you were playing Rhyme and Rhythm and thought I’d come join.” 

“You know, I came up with this game Tommy.” Technoblade expressed to the blond on the couch, as he walked into the living room and took a seat in the green recliner opposite him. “Good challenge for lyric writing.”

“Yeah but he’s not as good at it as I am.” Wilbur explained as he started to strum his guitar again. “You know he tries to rhyme potato with potato every time we play this? So unoriginal.”

“Hey we can’t all be poets, Wilbur.” Technoblade rolled his eyes before he turned to Tommy. “Besides, Tommy trumps us both. Rhyming bitch to bitch to is a legendary lyric. You’re quite good at this, you know.”

“You think so Blade?” Tommy asked genuinely, perking up that his genius was being acknowledged. “Wilbur says I need to read a ‘Dic-show-naree’ because apparently I suck, but you know I think he’s just jealous he didn’t think of it first.”

“You know I think you’re right Tommy.” Technoblade mocked, as he shot his twin a knowing look. “Wilbur, do better.”

Wilbur squawked in defense, the music stopping abruptly whilst Tommy giggled and a smirk crawled its way up Technoblade's face as he continued to egg his brother on.

“What’s the matter, Wilbur? Cat got your tongue?” Technoblade teased as Wilbur set his guitar off to his side of the couch. 

“Yeah Wil, do better!” Tommy teased cheekily.

“Oh come here you Gremlin.” Wilbur lunged forward, tackling Tommy into the couch cushion as he started to tickle him. 

“We do all this hanging out, writing weird songs and you don’t back me up against my own twin? I thought I was your favourite.”

“No! Stop!” Tommy shrieked in a fitful of giggles as he tried to fight back but not really. “ Wilbur, AH! Stop! HAHA!”

“Admit Techno’s a cheater and I’ll stop.” Wilbur coaxed deviously. 

“Ne-Never! Techno! Hahah! HELP ME!!!!” 

“Oh no! I can’t reach you!” Technoblade feigned trying to reach the blur of arms on the couch. “You’ll have to suffer from tickling!!”

“Oh you think you’re safe?” Wilbur shouted before switching targets, sending his brother into a laughing whirlwind as he tickled his brother on the recliner.

“Wilbur, stop!!! Tommy! Help me!”

“Nope!” Tommy scoffed cheekily, as he tried to catch his breath now he was free of tickle tyranny. “You left me to suffer, now it’s your turn!”

Soon the three were all on the floor tickling each other like three octopi in a boxing match, laughing up a storm as the living room got trashed for the second time in two weeks. 

They’d have to clean it all up before Phil got back, but for the first time the three kids of the family were finally getting along. 

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3/3 FOR NEOPOLITAN TRIO FINALLY!!! My gosh this took so long to get to a nice fluffy moment between these 3, but like I think it was worth it. But you know what this means? 4/4 SBI coming soon!! But is that a good thing? Or is it finally time for angst? STAY TUNED TO FIND OUT!!!

Thank you to @dingbatnix for beta reading. Bat is a crazy legend who has been working so hard irl atm and still finding time to beta read for me!! Plus plus plus, Bat has even made art for an upcoming chapter which I am so HYPED to include in the story when it comes up, and they have been on the art grind recently too so everyone should check out their recent posts <3

Life update: I STARTED COLLEGE! Well I'm only 1 day in but like so far so good lol. The past few weeks I've had off to basically take a break and my gosh I needed it! Went and caught up with friends, sorted out my house which has been driving me nuts for months with jobs I needed to do and just had a big reset which has been terrific for my mental health. So excited to see what comes in the future next!

Till then, thanks for reading and I'll catch you all next chapter <3✨✨

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Tommy sighed contently as he relaxed further into the couch cushions behind him. Phil was sitting across from him in the green recliner reading a book on crows, whilst Wilbur sat on the floor in front of him, using the couch as back rest, whilst the TV softly played a movie about a woman pretending to be a man in a Chinese army in front of them.

“This is the part where she buries the army in snow. It’s okay though, there’s no gore or anything.” Wilbur whispered to Tommy, his voice full of warmth as he looked out for the younger, knowing he didn’t like bloody scenes. 

The Borrower had seen bits of this movie from atop the book shelf before, but it was kind of Wilbur to look out for him just in case. He was enjoying watching the whole screen, as the movie played out. The mood was calm and the only thing that would make the night perfect, would be if Technoblade would join them.

“May I join you?” 

As if Tommy’s thoughts had willed it, Technoblade stood in the hallway, arms in his red hoodie pockets, with his pink hair in loose braid, resting on his shoulder. The teen quietly waited for permission to enter the living room.

“Of course!” Tommy smiled brightly, as he nodded and waved Technoblade into the room. The teen rounded the couch to take a seat beside the blond as Tommy shifted over to make space. 

After some soft shuffling, the room settled back into a calm quiet, as the movie continued to play. Tommy looked around the room, his family; finally all together in the same space, happy and comfortable together. Tommy closed his eyes, settling back into the pillow. 

‘Now this was the perfect eve-’

“What’s that on your jeans?” Technoblade asked, cutting Tommy's thought off short, as he felt the Bean’s hand on his leg. Tommy peaked an eye open to see Technoblade looking at something on his jeans. 

“It’s blue paint.” Wilbur stated blankly, the warmth suddenly gone, the teen having turned around now staring at the massive blue splotch of dried paint on his leg. 

Instinctively, Tommy pulled his leg away from the Technoblade to his chest, the gaze of all three Craft family members following his leg unnervingly as he did so. The atmosphere of the room darkened, and suddenly Tommy wasn’t so content to see the rest of the movie.

“You know what, it’s getting late and I’ve already seen this movie before,” Tommy explained in an uneasy, upbeat tone, as he hastily pushed himself up and off the couch. “I think I might just head home early.” 

“What’s the rush Tommy?” Phil asked, slowly standing from the recliner, his gaze never leaving the boy as he crept forward. “Do you have something to hide?”

“Whaaat?” Tommy feigned confusion, sweat forming on his brow as he walked backwards towards the front door. All three Crafts had now stood and were slowly following him, synchronised in step, as he inched backwards. “You know me, big man. What could I possibly have to hide?”

“Curious question Tommy,” Wilbur replied tonelessly as the Beans advanced, pushing Tommy down the corridor as the three Beans came together, side by side. “You wouldn’t be the one responsible for things going missing, would you?”

Tommy swallowed hard as his heart rate spiked. 

Something was wrong. 

“You said it was mice, but somehow I doubt that is true.” Phil taunted darkly, Tommy tensing as his back made contact with the cold front door. 

“Quit it guys, you’re freaking me out.” Tommy laughed nervously, his hand searching for the door handle behind him, his gaze never leaving the three Beans as they continued to approach. 

“Oh Tommy,” Wilbur spoke in a sickly sweet tone, “Did you really think we wouldn’t figure it out?” 

‘What?’ Tommy’s thoughts short circuited, as he processed what Wilbur had just said. ‘He couldn’t mean? He’d been so careful, how would he know?’

“That you weren’t really like us.” Technoblade spat the dreaded words coldly, a sick smile of delight crept up his face.

Tommy was fully panicking now. Whatever was going on, this wasn’t the Craft Family that he knew and loved. They were possessed, or clones or evil twins- just not his Crafts! He turned to grab the door handle, to yank it open, but was alarmed to find the handle missing all together. 

“Oh come now Tommy, you can’t get away that easily.” Phil remarked as he stalked closer, Tommy whipping back around as he realised how close they were now. “Faking it all to get our love and affection? Honestly I thought you were smarter than that.”

“STOP!” Tommy yelled, squeezing his eyes shut, wishing everything would just go back to normal. “I DIDN’T FAKE ANYTHING! I LOVE YOU GUYS!”

“Love us?” Technoblade asked incredulously. “How can a pest love anything?”

Tommy snapped his eyes open and had to crane his head up to look at the three looming shadows of the Human Beans towering above him. He had shrunk.

All traces of love and kindness were gone from their faces, replaced by a malicious grins and ill intent in their eyes. That was all Tommy needed to see to know he was no longer an equal, but a prize to be fought over. 

“I think it’d be best we keep you somewhere you can’t cause any more trouble, don’t you think?” 

Tommy didn’t even know who was speaking to him now, all he could focus on was the jar that had appeared in Phil’s grasp. 

“Grab him.”

Tommy screamed, and began banging and clawing at the door, the walls around him fading to black as he desperately tried to get away. 

“PLEASE NO! YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS!” He screamed as the Beans knelt down, trapping him against the door. “I’LL LEAVE! YOU’LL NEVER HAVE TO SEE ME AGAIN, JUST LET ME GO!!! I’M SORRY!” 

The Borrower’s world grew darker, the Beans’ figures blocking out all sources of light as Tommy’s hand grew bloodied from how hard he was punching and scratching at the door. 

It couldn’t end like this. Not with them. Not his family…

Tommy had just enough time to turn his head as a hand filled his vision, the last of the light snuffed out as he was completely engulfed in the Human Bean’s hand.

“No one will ever love you Tommy.”

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“NO!” Tommy yelled breathlessly, as he snapped up in bed, his heart pounding as a cold sweat dripped down his back.

His head whipped around, searching for any signs of the Crafts, hands, or jars, but all that met him was silence and the soft glow of his fairy lights, gently lighting up the space of his shoe box home.

“Oh.” Tommy shakily sighed, his shoulders sagging as his gaze landed on Henry who was head down on the floor. “I-It was only a d-dream. Just a dream.”

The Borrower reached over, snagging the cow plush from the floor and hugging it tightly as he slowly laid back down on his nest of blankets. He’d had a nightmare. None of it was real. He hadn’t been found out. Just a cruel trick created by his deepest fears and anxiety. 

Tommy laid in bed for a while just to let his nerves subside, as he took slow, deliberate deep breaths. That had all felt far too real for the Shifter. The events of last week must have been getting to him worse than he thought. 

After the incident with Techoblade, Tommy had kept to himself for the last two weeks. He’d made a couple of borrowing trips for snacks, but he didn’t waste time staying for longer than a few minutes, before getting back to the walls. He’d texted Wilbur and Phil a few times from the garage just to check in, but his mind had been occupied with Technoblade and how he could get to know the Bean without getting murdered in the process. 

He’d come up with a few ideas, like trying lunch again with Phil, or playing a game with him and Wilbur, but the moment of being caught in the kitchen; the pure rage on Technoblade’s face, had snuffed out any further planning. Seemed those scary memories of almost being caught were plaguing him far worse than he had realised. 

It was Saturday morning, and based on the light seeping in under the guitar pic door, he had more than justly overslept. Tommy ran his fingers down the back of the cow plush, squeezing it comfortingly in a hug. Perhaps he’d been away long enough now a visit would be okay? He could really do with a proper hug from Phil or Wilbur right about now.

When he felt ready, Tommy pushed himself out of bed and got changed- purposely checking that the jeans he wore had no paint stains on them, before heading out of the walls, shifting, and making his way around to the Crafts’ front door. He quickly raced up to the path and knocked a few times on the door, waiting for someone to come answer it. After a minute or so, soft footfalls approached from inside and Tommy relaxed, prepared to greet Phil as the door swung open.

“Hey Phil! Nice to see you…” The words died in Tommy’s throat when he was met with Technoblade. 

The tall pink haired teen had his reading glasses perched on his nose, and faced the blond with an equally surprised look on his face at seeing Tommy at the door. A flicker of annoyance flashed over the teens face, and instinct to react took Tommy over, as he rushed out an apology having disturbed Technoblades apparent peace. 

“S-Sorry! Sorry! I thought it was Phil coming to the door.” Tommy stammered quickly, keeping his head down as he shuffled awkwardly on the spot. “Is he or Wil around? If not, I can go.” 

Tommy wasn’t sure how Technoblade would react at seeing him, but when he looked up, he didn’t look angry, more so he looked to be feeling equally as awkward as the boy felt. But he thought he was-

“Um, no they’re not.” Technoblade explained as he scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly. “He’s taken Wilbur to a Doctor’s appointment this morning and they won’t be back until later this afternoon.” 

Tommy nodded in understanding, as the two just stood awkwardly by the door, unsure of what to do next. Tommy still wasn’t sure if he was even okay to even be in Technoblade’s presence at the moment. He was just about to turn and leave when Technoblade spoke up.

“You can come in and wait if you like. I’m just about to have some lunch, but you’re welcome to join me or watch a movie until they get back.” 

Tommy stood slightly dumbfounded by the statement. 

That was the last thing he had expected the pinket to offer. If anything, he was ready for another interrogation session- not lunch! Tommy studied the elder’s face, unsure if he was reading the situation right, but unlike the fury he felt last time, Technoblade really did seem genuine with his offer. 

“Only if that’s okay.” Tommy asked tentatively, biting his lip as he scuffed the toe of his sneaker against the front porch in a restless rhythm. “I don’t want to be a bother.”

“It’s fine.” Technoblade assured him, turning to walk inside and leaving Tommy at the door. “I kind of owe you a do-over for lunch anyway.” 

Tommy stood a little longer, waiting for Technoblade to turn back and snap at him, or slam the door in his face, but when the teen rounded the corner to the kitchen, leaving the door wide open, Tommy took a step closer to the door. 

“If you’re not coming in, could you at least shut the door?” Technoblade called from the kitchen, making Tommy flinch at the request. “You’ll let the bugs in.” 

Tommy stared at the door, noting the handle was where it had always been, and walked over to test its mobility. He held the handle and pulled down on it, noting the locking mechanism in the door moved in and out like normal, and sighed in relief. It was real, the door still worked and Technoblade had invited him in. While he still felt a little on edge, if Technoblade had invited him in then maybe this was the opportunity he had been hoping for? The Bean did say he owed him a do-over. 

Walking inside, Tommy pulled the door in behind him, closing it with a soft click before making his way down the hall into the living room. Technoblade was in the kitchen, a loaf of bread with what looked like ham and cheese on the counter, and was putting together a sandwich. 

“So there’s not a lot on offer in the fridge at the moment, as Dad hasn’t gone grocery shopping in awhile, but you ate a lot of ham and cheese sandwiches last time and lucky for you, that’s all we’ve got.” Technoblade said as he pulled out a knife to cut the sandwich in half. “How many would you like?” 

“Um, just one is okay, thanks. I’m not super hungry at the moment.” Tommy replied, slightly surprised by the teens' hospitality, as he moved further into the living room and over to the dining table. There were a few books scattered across the table's surface, with covers of Fencers and fancy looking swords/knives which caught the blond’s attention.

“If you want to sit where Phil normally sits at the end, then I don’t have to move any of my stuff.” Technoblade called to him and pulled out another slice of bread. “Unless you want to sit on the couch.”

Tommy shook his head as he quickly moved over and took a seat in Phil's chair, but once sitting he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the book of swords. Tommy knew Technoblade had an impressive collection of knives, but it had been awhile since he dared to go into the Bean’s room to steal a glance at them. The book to his right was enticing; the cover showing a silver knife with a red decorated hilt, and the Borrower side of him was beckoning him to get a closer look.

What he would give to have a blade like that. 

“Here’s lunch.” Technoblade stated, as he placed a plate down in front of Tommy. 

“T-Thank you.” He stuttered as the teen sat in his normal seat to Tommy’s right. 

They ate mostly in silence, the two just eating their sandwiches as time ticked on, neither individual really knowing what to say to the other. Technoblade hadn’t been expecting the kid to show up, and at first he was ready to slam the door in the kid's face and pretend he hadn’t even come by, but the image of Phil popped into his head and his words echoed in his mind. Give him a chance, he said. While Tommy looked just about ready to keel over, he supposed if he was to make amends with the kid, he’d have to try- and he’d much rather do it when his family was away then have them ‘help’.

Of course now he didn’t really know what to do beyond lunch. It’s not like he knew them like his Dad and brother did, so now it just felt really awkward. Tommy seemed quite content to keep his eyes averted from his direction in general, but that didn’t seem to stop the kid from continuously glancing at the books he’d been reading.

Technoblade was studying up on fencing techniques for an upcoming competition, and so he’d been making notes of the forms and stances to practice in the garden later, but the book that seemed to have the kid’s attention was his monthly copy of swords magazine. He had a feeling the kid couldn’t actually read- given the overheard conversations of Phil explaining stuff to him that was literally on the items label, but the magazine was more so made up of pictures rather than words, and it seemed to have the blond's attention. When they had finished lunch, he grabbed the magazine and slid it in front of Tommy.

“Here, I’ve got some studying to do for a while, but you can look at this if you want.” 

As soon as he walked away with the plates, Tommy’s hand was on the pages, the kid audibly gushing over the pictures with little ‘oos’ and ‘ahs’. Once the dishes were dealt with, Techno settled back down at the table, and couldn’t help a little smile as he watched the kid become enthralled by the pages. He soon returned to his study, but kept stealing glances at Tommy to catch his reaction to each new blade as he turned the page. 

“Oh come on, now that sword’s just silly.” Tommy stated aloud, as he turned to a page where the handle was in the shape of a fish, with the sword's blade coming out of its mouth like a tongue. “How could you ever cut down your enemies with a blade like that? The handle would reduce your movement!” 

“You’re not wrong.” Technoblade agreed looking at the page, as Tommy froze, seemingly forgetting the Bean had been there at all. “They always have one comedic blade in every issue, but honestly I don’t know why someone even makes them. They’re not practical.” 

“Right?!” Tommy replied, grabbing the magazine to hold it up right and pointing to the tail part. “I mean if i used this over my head, the tail would literally stab into my hand!”

“Only if you were inexperienced.” Technoblade replied, “But for a novice like you, it would probably.” 

“Hey, I’m no nov-ISS or whatever you called me! I’ve been using swords for years!” Tommy exclaimed proudly, setting the magazine down and turning the page. “But nothing as cool as these. I could only dream of a blade like this!”

“I’m pretty sure you’d poke your eye out first if you had that sword. It’s literally taller than you.”

“Would not!” Tommy whined and Technoblade smirked. 

“Would too.”

“Would NOT!”

“Would too.”

“Me me me. My name’s Technoblade and I ruin fun.” Tommy mocked, making hands and faces at Technoblade, who simply rolled his eyes.

“Sure, and you’re a child who can’t use a sword.” 

“HEY! If I had my pin sword on me, I could so stab you!” Tommy threatened jokingly, as he scrunched his face up, glaring at Technobalde.

“Pin sword? What, so you could prick my finger?” Technoblade teased, but the comment seemed to have the opposite effect as Tommy lost his smile and stiffened up.

“Pft? Me use a pin for a sword?!” Tommy laughed nervously. “That’s ridiculous! What kind of idiot would use a pin for a sword?” 

Technoblade wasn’t sure why the sudden comment, but Tommy was fidgeting with his hands in his lap and failing to look like he was fine. This was the weird behaviour he was worried about, but he hadn’t even done anything wrong this time, and this made Technoblade confused. What significance did a pin have that changed the kid’s whole demeanor? 

How a pin got the kid all worked up Technoblade wasn’t sure, but he felt bad for causing it- even if he didn’t understand the significance. He hadn’t even threatened Tommy this time! Technoblade stood, frowning slightly as Tommy flinched when he did so. 

“Wait here a moment.” Technoblade asked softly, as he stepped away from the table, turning and disappearing to his bedroom. 

Tommy didn’t dare move from the table as he waited for Technoblade to come back. He’d slipped up with the pin! They were actually making progress, and then he had to go ruin it with his pin sword talk. Normal Beans don’t use pins for swords! Now Technoblade was probably going to get his throwing knives and use him for target practice!

Soon the teen re-entered the living room, setting a thin medium sized black box down in front of Tommy before taking his seat back at the table. Tommy stared at the box skeptically, as the older teen watched him intently. Surely this wasn’t some kind of trap contained in a small box? Human Beans were clever, but this was Technoblade. Anything could be in the box. 

“Open it.” Technoblade urged gently, as he nudged the box closer to the blond. “I promise it’s nothing bad.”

Swallowing slowly, Tommy opened the box lid and set it to the side, as he lifted a piece of thin tissue paper to reveal a pen knife. 

Tommy’s jaw dropped open, his eyes going wide as he reached into the box and delicately took the pen knife into his hands. Whilst small compared to the other knives Technoblade had in his collection, this one was the longest knife Tommy had ever held. Sure his pin sword was longer, but this was intricately made, and made his pin pale in comparison.

The handle was a light brown wood with intricately carved swirls and patterns on the hilt, whilst the blade was made from a light silvery metal. Though the blade was completely dull to the touch, it reminded the boy of his failed Stanley knife borrowing trip. Perhaps if he spent enough time on it, he could sharpen the blade, Tommy thought as he ran his fingers along the slick surface.

Technoblade smiled as he watched the boy marvel at the trinket. He couldn’t help the fond look form as he watched the way Tommy's eyes lit up at finding the Ruby gem on the bottom of the handle. 

“Is this real?” Tommy asked, as he held up the Ruby embedded end. 

“Sure is.” He smiled as Tommy's jaw dropped in disbelief. “It’s one of my favourites for that reason.”

“It’s beautiful.” The boy whispered as he ran a finger over the gem. 

Phil and Wilbur had told him before how soft Tommy became when he was truly in awe of something. The way he settled into a comfortable silence as he handled what felt like the most precious item in the world. But to see the frightened boy from before so calm and in awe of something he loved so much, made him feel like it was Tommy who was truly the most precious thing in the world. 

After a little bit of staring, Tommy seemed to realise he was being watched, and smiled sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head. 

“I uh- guess you probably want this back huh?” He said sheepishly, quietly holding out the pen knife. 

Kid really liked this knife a lot huh? Well, it’s just one knife…

“I think you should keep it.” Technoblade proposes. “You’ll probably get more use out of it then I will.” 

Tommy recoiled at the notion as he tried to push the knife back into the pinket’s hands. 

“No no- I, I couldn’t! You said it’s one of your favourites and- and it’s a real Ruby! I’ll just end up wrecking it.” He stammered, desperately trying to get Technoblade to take the knife back. 

“Tommy, I have plenty of swords and knives in my collection. This one has just been in a box collecting dust in a drawer.”

Technoblade smiled before gently taking and opening Tommy's palms up, placing the pen knife in them, before curling the boy's fingers back around it.

“Besides, it suits you a lot more than me. I’m more of an emerald guy to be honest.” Techno smiled with a wink. 

The boy didn’t say anything at first, instead simply staring at the gift in their hands. Something about it just felt so right in his grasp. The weight, the colour, the details. Despite the part of his brain that said he was breaking the Borrower rules by having it, he didn’t want to give it back. This wasn’t a necessity for the Borrower to have, but the part of Tommy that wanted to be selfish and say yes was winning him over. 

“Only if you’re sure you won’t miss it.” Tommy asked carefully. “I don’t want it if you think you’ll need it later and call me a wrongin for keeping it.” 

Techno chuckled as Tommy eyed him off warily, but nodded as he reassured him that it was okay. He wanted the boy to have it and that if he didn’t, he certainly wouldn’t have offered it in the first place. He truly admired how considerate the kid was despite having so little.

Tommy turned the knife over, and gazed into the beauty of the ruby. It truly was striking in colour and everything about the blade just felt like it was made for him. He grabbed it by the handle and gave it an experimental slash in the air.

“Woah! Watch out.” Techno said as Tommy moved without warning. It was light and easy to handle and he just knew once he sharpened it up, it would be the perfect borrowing weapon. 

“How about we move to the garden before you go breaking something yeah?” 

Tommy smiled sheepishly, nodding in agreement, as Techno went and grabbed two of his sparring swords from his room. It had been a while since he’d taught anyone to fence that wasn’t his own brother, and he had a feeling it would be better to teach the kid some proper skills now, rather than let them be a hazard to himself.

“Come on, I’ll teach you some real skills before you go poking someone’s eye out.”

“Oh come on! I’d never do that. Well, except maybe to Wilbur if he annoyed me enough, but that’s an exception.”

Technoblade laughed as he patted Tommy on the back before leading them out to the garden.

Yeah. Kid’s alright.

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Genuinely loved writing the nightmare scene! Was so much fun and all I could imagine was that scene in Toy Story 2 of Woody's nightmare when writing it and ugggh it was good! And yay! Bedrock bros bonding!!! It's been so long since we had nice fluff between these two <3 Now to make them brothers >:3

Thank you to @dingbatnix for beta reading. Bestie is working hard writing their Space Orcs fic at the same time which fyi, you should ALL get super excited for because I am in DEEP with the story and it's not even finished yet so get hyped!

Life update: As predicted, this ended up a little late 😅 Kind of got hit for 6 on the normal post date emotionally and just couldn't get myself motivated to format and post this so thanks for your patience!

As of right now, I officially have 7 days left of work before I leave my job which I'm so excited for! That work booklet ended up being 67 pages long which I'm so proud of, but my gosh I can't wait to get out of this job.

It's actually kind of sad for me as I get ready to leave, to think this will be the last chapter I post while working here. I even wrote some chapters of Jornos here on my break so it's nice to think that my fic has basically journeyed with me from when I moved to the city to this job and onto another chapter of life. I'll miss being here probably, but also won't lol. Gosh I'm not going to be ready when I finish the final chapter 😅

Fingers crossed I get the next chapter posted on time since I'll have officially started my course this time next month so guess we'll see what happens. Till then, thanks for reading! <3✨✨

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