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Runaway Royal Wilbur- Royal Prince Wilbur and his many issues with his past.
Floris & Clay: Fundy & Dream- Arranged marriage between Floris and Clay, and in the background, Fundy and Dream fall in love too.
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Monachopsis (noun)
[mon-a-cop-sis]
The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place
People sucked.
It was a universal truth that Tommy learned firsthand when the older kids trapped him in a damp cave, with nothing but a low durability wooden sword that they'd thrown at him, laughing as they ran. It'd been a cold night spent trapped, unable to get through the multilayered cobblestone wall that kept him from the outside world. A little four-year-old trapped in a scary place.
When Tommy died to a witch, a mob so rare in his county that their bounty was twice a creeper's, they'd gotten in trouble. But it didn't make up for the new scars from broken glass shards imbued in his arm or the new heart-stopping fear of short, high-pitched laughter. The extra few days of chores weren't the same as having nightmares every night for months, waking up screaming or sobbing or in his own piss. They could move on from it after a week, Tommy couldn't.
Everyone in the world (except maybe Tubbo) sucked, it'd been the first lesson he had learnt.
Another universal truth was that Tommy was a bad different. He was special in only the bad ways.
It wasn't like Tubbo's odd quirks, the ones that people thought of fondly. People laughed at his bizarre bits, they saw his soft demeanour and they accepted him and they liked him. No. Tommy's different was annoying. He was a bother, selfish and stupid. His laugh was too loud, his jokes were too offensive, his everything was grating on the nerves and everyone thought he'd be better off dead.
It was something he came to accept as family after family passed by, everyone rejected him eventually. Some later than others, but always eventually.
Besides Tubbo. But Tubbo had always been an exception to the rules. His chaos could never be contained to a simple "universal truth".
Tubbo was an exception even to his third and final universal truth, platonic soulmate bonds were doomed for failure.
His best friend found his new family easily. When he was three and Tommy hadn't even met him yet, he was found on the side of the road by his soulmate siblings, Niki and Eret. Their father, Schlatt, wasn't apart of the bond, but he'd taken Tubbo in anyways.
Schlatt was a good man, even if he had a bit of a drinking problem. He took care of Tubbo.
He didn't care about the effects taking in a platonic bond would cause. Schlatt didn't care about other's people opinions about anything else either. Above them and not afraid to show it. Cocky but with the skill to back it up. He was idyllic in Tommy's eyes, even if the man acted like a dick sometimes.
And people didn't seem to mind the bond. Not when it came to Tubbo. People took one look at Tommy's best friend and declared him a good kid, a kid Tommy's devilish self was 'tainting'.
Tommy had heard the old matron talking about it with the other old hags that congregated in the bookshop every weekend. She went on and on about how much of a bad influence he was, "Tommy's kind shouldn't be interacting with a nice boy like Tubbo."
She was right. Tommy wasn't a good person. He had hellish luck that seemed to follow him everywhere. And worst of all he even had a platonic soul-bond with not one or two, but three people.
Tubbo had a p-smb with two people, sure. But Tubbo was Tubbo. And Tommy was Tommy. It was really no question on why it mattered for Tommy and not him.
"If Tommy really cared about Tubbo, he'd leave him alone before he gets sent to U.I.S.D. I'd hate for Tubbo to be dragged down with him."
But Tommy was selfish. He'd cling to his brief illusion of friendship as long as he could. And when U.I.S.D does come for him, he'll leave them behind as his final gift to Tubbo.
{...}
Tommy can still remember the clattering of shifting bones echoing in the tiny cave. The slick slide of the bow against the stone floor as the mob dragged it beside them.
He couldn't look away as he sat in a ball, huddled into a corner and trying to stay hidden as the enchanted bow was swiftly continued on a drag.
It had been so distracting that Tommy ignored the sounds of soft footsteps getting closer until he felt glass dig into his legs, a thick green potion coating his jeans like sludge. It sunk in, making his world twist and turn as he wobbly tried to escape.
The haunting cackling of the witch echoed in the cave as she threw another potion, scraping her nails across the glass and aiming at Tommy's head. He narrowly pulled up his arms to protect himself, feeling the sharp pain of a instant damage burn skin. Lighting up every nerve like lightning was coursing through his veins.
Tommy tried to fight back, swinging his sword with reckless abandon. She gave a brief shriek of pain, the only sign that he actually did something in his panicked fighting. But it wasn't enough obviously, her hands were quick enough to grab another potion.
The thick glass shards cut through his skin like paper. It hurt horribly. The painful aching of his body had to be ignored though. Tommy wasn't going to stay alive by crying. He knew better than to hope for someone to save him. People didn't help him. Those assholes locked him in for fuck's sake.
Tommy swung wildly, trying to ignore the ache in his head and the tremble of his hands as he still tried to desperately get away. It was foolish, maybe. But it there was a chance, why wouldn't he take it. Even if he died, at least he died trying. It was more than any of those fuckers could say. They just fucking trapped Tommy with cobblestone they probably found on the surface.
When the skeleton finally remembered him, their arrow struck his shoulder with a powerful strike. He collapsed, the wooden sword clattering uselessly against the stone floor.
The witch took this opportunity to strike him with another instant damage potion. The bitter taste in his mouth was nothing compared to the gut-wrenching twist his stomach gave, his nails clawing at glass shards that no longer existed on his respawned body.
He continued clawing at his stomach, trying to reach into the pit in his stomach that felt like molten lava, it burned his insides and it felt like ash and his mouth stung with the horrible taste of soot.
He hated how harshly the respawn hit him. It made his head spin and his heart stutter uselessly. The panic laced every cry, his bones and his cells. It sunk deep into his veins and it drilled into the adrenaline and mixed horribly. Tommy wanted to run and he couldn't move, wanted to cry and beg but the only one there was a panicked volunteer who has never respawned in their life.
Tommy could hear as the other kids settled by the door, watching his painful respawning and freak out. They'd just gotten back, right in time for his traumatizing rebirth.
He could feel blood starting to soak his fingers, and the sharp sting of pain that he knew meant he's bleeding.
Bleeding.
The disturbed cries of the onlookers made his head ring, it was uncomfortable for him to hear their startled, pained cries. They had done this to him. They scarred him. All of them.
He could feel the smooth bumps over his arms as the volunteer held them together, away from where he was trying to get rid of the heat.
He was four...
It was a vivid memory ever since it happened. Every second of that hour, it was ingrained in his head. It was burned permanently into his mind. He couldn't forget if he wanted to.
Tommy could hear one of their panicked cries get even sharper as he slammed against the volunteer, trying hysterically to get free. They held on, crying too. They were in pain, their bloody nose dripping onto his soaked red sheets, staining the bright red a deep crimson and mixing with his own, large pool of blood.
He hiccuped, finally going limp at their hands. He let them usher away the others when they realized he had no more energy to do anything. The adrenaline drained from his body. He finally lost all fight.
He saw how the older kids looked so incredibly guilty every time they saw him, he could hear their horrified, guilty whispers about him during supper. He hoped they felt worse when they finally got to see all the scar marking his body that they caused.
{...}
Tommy settled into a chair in a corner booth of Niki and Puffy's, their aunt, cafe. It was a nice place, somewhere Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo and Purpled often ended up after school.
If their life was a high school teen drama show, this would probably be their designated 'spot' that they went to after every larger than life event to unwind.
Tommy found it relaxing enough, so it wasn't too farfetched. The bakery was a nice little place in town, relatively popular but it was always open to Tubbo and his friends even if it was busy.
"How have you guys been?" Ranboo read out, glancing over at the rest of them before he continued reading the writing that Sam had shoved in his face. It was a familiar routine. Especially since Ranboo was the only one ever allowed to read his text, as the others always fucked it up/fucked with it in some way. "I've been good, Sam!"
"I'm dead inside, but it's nothing new." Purpled shrugged, scrolling through Instagram. Sam grinned at him, such a familiar routine that he already had a note ready. "So extra sugar in your coffee."
It wasn't a question, but Purpled still nodded. Tubbo excitedly started his own answer. "Sam! I saw a few bees by school today!"
Tommy zoned out, his eyes caught on the corkboard Sam had hung up a few months ago. A pretty flyer, advertising some random band that was apparently going to play at Bad's bar. The flyer looked like a train station, covered in dark colours that just caught his eyes. It was planned around 7 pm, which gave him enough time to watch them and a few other bands before curfew at 9.
"And you, Tommy?"
Tommy was brought back by his name, giving a small, questioning hum. Ranboo repeated it hesitantly. "I'm incredible, Sam Nook! I'm actually interested in this band night at Bad's bar tonight, so I might go check that out."
Sam nodded, glancing over to where Tommy's eyes kept straying. His eyes lit up when he realized it was the flyer. Momentarily dropping the animal crossing sounds, Sam gladly told him about the band. "That band's Wilbur's. He's an old friend who moved away. He's a very good songwriter and an even better singer, so I'm sure you'll have the best time!"
When Sam left to get their order, Tommy started tracing his soulbonds absentmindedly. He'd forgotten his armbands today, so anyone who glanced at his wrists could see the blue-lined but colourless signs that supposedly represented them.
A guitar, a crown, and wings. Such a basic set of things. Tommy hopes that his soulmate mark is at least cooler than theirs. I mean obviously it will be, he's Tommy Danger Careful Kraken Innit and he's cooler than everyone.
"So," Tubbo whispered to him, catching his attention. Ignoring whatever Purpled and Ranboo were arguing over ("Yes, it is a felony, Purpled."), Tommy's eyes were caught on Tubbo's own soul marks. His coloured-in soul marks were proudly displayed over his cheeks, laying over his pale freckles. "Are we going to the Badlands later?"
"Fuck yeah we are," He grinned, relaxing at the silent promise of staying together. Oh, he was so selfish...
{...}
Wilbur tuned his guitar, focusing on that noise instead of the growing noise of a crowd. No matter how many times he did this, it'd be full of anxiety and stress until the music started.
He knew that nothing would go wrong, things had a likelier chance of being normal than just randomly descending into chaos. But that didn't mean that every group that walked in didn't make him want to just leave right there and then.
The only thing keeping him in the Badlands was the reunion with his old pals like Niki, Eret, and Fundy. Also his loving twin brother who was knocking some common sense into him.
"Wil, tonight will go fine. You'll play a few songs, the crowd will love it, and then we'll go get a few drinks." Techno soothed, Wilbur almost wanted to reach out to hold his hand and calm down. "It'll be like every other bar we stop at."
"But what if I blunder and mess up the lyrics or, or-," Techno did reach out for his hand this time, rubbing soothing circles on the back of his hand right where the colourless music discs were. Taking a moment to stop and breathe, Wilbur nodded quietly. Techno spoke softly, "I know you're gonna do amazing no matter what. You're incredible, WIl."
Smiling weakly at him, Wilbur nodded. He continued his breathing exercises with Techno's presence like a blanket for the noise. He leaned against Techno and decided to just search the crowd while he calmed down.
And strangely, a group of kids walked in. They were laughing, instantly beelining towards Bad like they've been here before.
Wilbur frowned as they instantly started chattering their heads off to Bad. He hoped they weren't trying to get beer, they looked like 12. Except that one kid who was probably taller than Wilbur, the boy with the two-toned hair.
Wilbur yawned accidentally when he saw the blonde in a purple hoodie yawn and rest his head on his arms. He glanced over at the other kids, the pair who were holding hands and jabbing each other with random snickers.
The brunet's platonic soulbond was obvious, markers over his cheeks and coloured in.
It was strange to see them so open, even coloured in. Wilbur gripped Techno's hand tightly, glancing towards his guitar mark that was barely peeking through Techno's shirt.
Wilbur hummed a random song, giving up on looking through the rest of the crowd. These random kids were interesting enough when they made Bad splutter indigenously, calling for Skeppy and going off on a language rant.
It was nostalgic. A reminder to when they were kids and Bad always had the stick up his ass. Wilbur gave an airy laugh when Skeppy instantly sided with the kids.
Techno's attention was finally back on him. He had been zoned out for the past few minutes, staring at the door. He followed his gaze and hummed curiously.
"Wilbur, Tech!" Phil calls suddenly. They both instantly turn towards their older soulmate, smiling instantly. "Are you guys ready for today?"
"Of course," Techno says, wiping his face of any trace of the smile. Wilbur pinches his brother, "Yeah, we're doing good. But maybe a drink before we go up would be good?"
Phil sighs, "I suppose just today."
Wilbur and Techno share a smirk.
They stretch slightly as they make their way to the bar. Wilbur calls Antfrost's name. "Hey! Ant! Me, Tech and, Phil need a few beers."
Ant nod, giving them a quick smile as he heads over to the where the beers sit in a small area. Wilbur notices the blonde one's eyes settle on his soul mark on his hand. It's slightly uncomfortable, but Wilbur is used to strangers staring at his platonic bond mark. Most did, no matter how old.
As they drank, time passed quickly. Before Wilbur even knew it, he was on stage with his guitar in hand and Techno's reassuring presence
Wilbur loved the feeling of just finishing a performance. The ache in his throat and the slight cramp in his fingers. It was a good type of painful.
When he stood up there, with dozens of eyes watching him in awe and respect, it was everything.
He smiled, relaxing into the pleased adrenaline that coursed his veins. Wilbur gave a fancy bow to the crowd, walking down with an air of confidence he only ever had after these moments.
Phil was smiling proudly at him, a half-finished beer in hand as he and Techno gave him a small clap.
Techno gave a low whistle, "Wowed the crowd again, Wil."
"Ah, well, it's just music." He flushed. Phil shook his head, handing him a bottle of water. "It's you, Wilbur. You're incredible."
Wilbur smiled widely. With flush cheeks, he took a long sip from his water to ignore it.
And right before he could cap his bottle, a loud voice near yelled in his ear.
"Hello! I'm Tubbo and this is Tommy!" The brunet from earlier smiled politely at him. The blond next to him gave a chipper "hi" and Wilbur tried to reorient himself.
"Wilbur," he replied incredulously. He finally capped his water, handing it off to Techno as he turned fully towards the teens. "Is there a reason you're here?"
"Tommy really likes you music!" Tubbo happily exclaimed. The blond nodded, his cheeks flushed red. "Sam was right, you're a good singer."
"Sam! How's he?" He said. Tommy shifted uncomfortably. "Good, he said he knew you a long time ago."
"Yeah, me and Techno used to live here as kids."
Tommy's eyes slid over to Wilbur's twin. Wilbur almost laughed at how obviously startled he was at the fact. Instead of commenting on it, he focused on the perfect thing.
"Techno?"
"Short for Technoblade."
"That's a shit name."
Wilbur laughed, at the remark and the panicked look of realization on the kids face. Techno huffed next to him, taking a sip from Wilbur's water. "Blame it on Phil."
"Hey! You asked for a new one and it's all I could think of." Phil complained, smiling anyways. Tubbo and Tommy burst out laughing at the same time.
Wilbur looked away for a second and caught the three people they were getting reuinted with.
"Eret!"
"Wilbur!"
The children present startled, quickly turning to look at the three adults they already knew making their way over.
"You played amazing, Wil. Niki teared up." Fundy said. Before Niki could rebuttal, they noticed Tommy and Tubbo.
"Tubbo?" Niki frowned, looking around. Her gaze met Tommy's and she sighed. "Where are Ranboo and Purpled?"
"They got tired so they left early." Tubbo sheepishly answered, already melting into the hand Eret placed on his shoulder. "But I thought Tommy might want to talk to Wilbur so-?"
Fundy shook his head, grinning. "It's fine, Tubs. As long as you're not doing drugs-, I'm looking at you Tommy, it's fine."
Tommy playfully scowled. Wilbur couldn't help but laugh as he swatted away Fundy's ruffling hand.
Techno was chatting with Niki, tensely glancing at the kids occasionally. Wilbur took his twins hand in his own and let himself relax.
"So, kid, which was your favourite?" Wilbur leaned forward, taking a quick sip of his water afterwards.
Tommy awkwardly looked away, "Uh, probably Your Sister Was Right?"
"Oh," Wilbur smiled. That song wasn't the most popular in his album but he was glad it had a few fans. "I had taken you for a Losing Face fan."
Tommy shrugged, a small grin building on his face. "What can I say, I live to be unpredictable."
Wilbur laughed softly, squeezing Techno's hand. His brother squeezed back and Wilbur was glad that his previous worry was unfounded.
{...}
Tommy was happy and it was weird. These people were nice and kind and they weren't Tubbo. They made him feel good.
They laughed at his jokes and they ruffled his hair and they teased him back. They were weird and it was almost unnerving.
He needed to go before he got attached to them like Tubbo.
It was hard to get up, making flimsy excuses about a curfew he ditched hours ago. He turned to leave, Tubbo would probably call the matron to make sure he got home safe soon anyway.
"Wait, you-" Wilbur cut himself off, sounding like all the air just got knocked out of him.
Tommy followed his gaze to his glowing wrist.
Tommy feels his breath hitch as the guitar on his wrist slowly coloured in. A brown guitar, with silver accents and tiny yellow flowers. He pulled his arm back, knowing that everything was different.
They didn't chase after him, but when he glanced back as he ran out the door, he saw their pained and shocked expression.
These people ruined everything. They broke his rules.
.
.
.
[So, 1 day, 5 days, what's the difference lul. jk im sorry i lost track of time and also am stupid. Anyway here's my platonic soulmate au :3]
The Greater SMP was boring, all truth be told. Purpled wasn't usually there, too busy doing odd jobs or, more often, highly illegal jobs. When he was though, it was coming home to his specially built UFO and bandaging himself up before the next job.
Rolling his shoulders, he dutifully ignored the twinge from his stab wound and stood up. With practised ease, he limped towards his chest and popped the bottom one open. A large supply of healing potions waiting for him to use one. The first one was glowing bright pink, swirling in the shiny glass bottle. He tilts his head back and chugs it.
Purpled can feel his skin mend together, parts of his bones snapping back in place as he bites his tongue. Parts of his skin have cuts deep enough to show bone but the white gets covered by pink and then paler than usual skin. It feels like he dipped his leg into lava, makes his skin flush red and his veins glow pink before the rush starts leaving him. It takes the air from his lungs with the high.
It's a familiar routine so he shakes it off and leans against the wall. Purpled scoops his comms off his bed and starts going through the messages. A few from Ponk and Sam, but the top message caught his eyes.
'Dream whispered to you: I have a deal for you. Meet me at -3420, 69, 356 at 1800 hours'
Purpled frowned down at the message, counting the numbers in his head. He had hardly an hour to meet Dream, which was daunting in and of itself. But it was a potential business deal and he wasn’t raised to turn money down without consideration, Maybe it would be enough to pay off his debt.
Sighing, he turns his comms off. Purpled would be there at 6 on the dot because he wasn’t the best hitman in Hypixel for nothing.
[hello! this is very short but I'm trying to write multiple fanfics at the same time so life is a bit full! Anyways, here's the first part to A Colourful Family. The next part will be Dream and Purpled meeting. (i also just realized it's probably already Thursday for most people)]
[I'm going to be posting the first chapter of Monachopsis, a platonic SBI soulmate au, tomorrow for people who don't read on ao3! Anyway, take care of yourself! Eat, drink water, sleep! Love you, bai! o/]
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In his defense, Ranboo was in on it.
"Tommy," Purpled said, unamused.
Tubbo frowned, shooting him a dissapointed look as Purpled lurched towards him.
"I'm sorry!" Tommy screeches, desperately twisting and turning. Tubbo shakes his head, leaning back against a dejected Ranboo who's gave his platonic husband the world's perfect puppy eyes.
"Its okay," Tubbo patted his face, glancing over at the struggling pair. "As far as Purpled will know, Tommy broke that window alone."
"Dream is going to kill you," Purpled warned, letting go of Tommy (to his major relief). Half a second later, he plopped down on top of him for cuddles. "It took forever for George to save up for that car."
Tommy sighed, resigned to his fate. "I know. I'm sorry but-,"
"No buts." Purpled sharply said. "If you want a chance at survival, just say sorry to him. Pay him back. It'll be over and no one will get hurt."
"It's not that bad," Tommy objected, before wincing at his own mental image of the window. "And it was an accident. You know that Purpled!"
"I do," Their usually laid-back friend sighed. "But George and Dream don't. And when Dream is angry, he doesn't usually stop to listen to reason."
Tubbo piped in, still playing with Ranboo's hair. "Remember when Schlatt and Quackity made George cry on Halloween cause they scared him so bad? Well Dream almost got them fired. The only reason they're alive is cause Sapnap has a thing for Quackity and Quackity has a thing for Schlatt."
Tommy blinked. Ranboo sneezed. Purpled sighed and hid his face in Tommy's chest.
"I'm not dealing with this today," Purpled sighed. Tommy patted him awkwardly on the back, still thinking.
"What if... we replace the window before they get back?" Tommy suggested. "Then no one would get in trouble."
Tubbo considered it, looking down at Ranboo who nodded along. "Okay then."
"How are we supposed to replace the window though?"
Tommy paused. "I haven't thought that far yet.."
...
"What the hell!" George cried out, dropping the grocery bag in his hands as he ran to his new car.
The glass was green.
Dream paused in picking up the dropped goods, his eyes catching the spying figure at the edge of his vision. As casually as he could, he put the bags down on the flat hood of the car. The figure sneaked around, so Dream waited. Right until they were too close to get away.
"What the fuck!" Tommy screeched. They struggled, eyes wide as Dream stared him down. George was frowning, "Did you do this?"
Tommy winced. "M-maybe?"
Dream and George shared a look. Silently, Dream tilted his head. George furrowed his brows and shook his head. Nodding, Dream looked down at Tommy.
"You're taking Technoblade's class."
"Oh," Tommy would rather have been beaten up. "Not-,"
Dream grinned. " Oh yes."
...
This was short but as repentance, I shall write a lot in my notebook to make up for the wifi blackouts. And then I'll post it all in 2 days when I get back home.
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Tw: use of derogatory language towards women, mentions of blood,
Her heels click with every step, sharp against the silent stone. She can hear the irritated words of the king echo down the large halls. Stoping outside the door, she quickly wipes invisible dust and steps in.
"You're late." Her husband sneers, pouring more red wine. Slurred like the drunk fool he is.
"Oh, please. A Queen is never late."
She scoffs, settling down opposite of him. His eyes wander to her face, finally looking her in the eye.
"Probably off whoring yourself to another man." He chugged his wine again, ignoring her distasteful glare. She rolled her eyes, pouring herself a glass.
"Why have you called me here, Thomas." Belladonna watches as her husband places his glass on the table, leaning back against fine silk blankets and his dragon leather couch.
"The citizens are in revolt. They seem to forget their place, demanding us to do things like they are royalty themselves." Thomas bellows out with a mocking laugh. Belladonna giggles too, the thought so ambitious for such a low people. It cuts off though, they didn't come to giggle like school girls. "We must send Reginald to our neighboring kingdom as we prepare to fix this."
"I am not sending my son away like a coward." She snaps back, clutching the textured wine glass harshly. "Especially not to your wretched brother's kingdom-"
"I am your King and you will do as I say!" He bellows, glass shards skimping her feet as they lay in dozens of pieces. She feels light headed, pulling here legs away from the mess. It doesn't take long to realize she's trembling.
Standing on weak legs, she nods and hurries away.
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Wilbur tuned his guitar silently, resting on some cold, dirty steps on the outside of Niki's bakery. Tommy would be there soon after school so Wilbur just had to wait.
Niki's bakery was on the road straight to merchant's square, meaning that there was always bustle and noise. Tourists rode past in carriage rides, their floppy sunhats peeking out of the sides. Wilbur waved to a tiny tourist girl who was staring at the bakery's displayed sweets.
She gave him a toothy grin and leaned a bit further to wave back.
Wilbur leaned back, eyes going towards the couple who owned the store next to Niki. They were chattering loudly.
Wilbur wasn't usually a gossip or snoop but they were loudly whispering and their topics forced him to focus.
″Have you heard?” The merchants and peasants asked one another in the market streets. “Guards from that other kingdom. Looking for that prince from years ago."
"They say he may have been kidnapped! But who could’ve kidnapped a prince unseen? Perhaps it was an inside job,” They prattled on, noting how thankful they were that nothing so extravagant happened in their kingdom.
Wilbur listened to it all with a frozen smile as he stood among them. They glanced around nervously, catching the vibrant red shirt that his brother wore to school that day.
"Wha-? Wilbur!" Tommy shrieked, stumbling back as his older brother pulled him by the shirt. He glanced up, baby blue eyes flashing with annoyance at first.
Wilbur couldn't breathe as he pulled his brother towards their home. He felt like collapsing, his guitar slung over his back and dragging him down. Tommy hurried to meet with him, his brows furrowed.
"Are you okay? You seem kinda, really pale." Tommy watches him.
"I'm fine." Wilbur snaps. He still can't think. His mind feels foggy, stuck 20 feet behind him. His throat burns, bringing back the taste of leftover pizza and the over-sugared cereal Techno bought. But even then he hates being mean to Tommy. Softening his tone, he said. "I'm fine."
Tommy stays silent, but then he digs his heel in and yanks Wilbur back. They're still along the path, people passing by casually and it doesn't help Wilbur's anxiety.
"Okay, what the hell is wrong with you?" Tommy tries to say quietly, but the bitter anger lifts the ends and people glance over. Wilbur flushes in embarrassment and he tries to tug Tommy along. "We can talk when we get home."
"No!" Tommy shouts softly. "We're talking about this now."
Wilbur bites back a curse. "I don't have to tell you anything, Tommy."
"And I don't have to move." He stubbornly bites back.
"Tommy," Wilbur runs a hand through his hair, thinking. Phil always told them to talk things out, discuss what was bothering them if they could. This wasn't something he could talk about though. He said the only thing he could. "I just want to go home."
Tommy's face fell, even as he tried to cover it with anger it was soft. He shuffled over and held Wilbur hand. They walked away, Tommy making conversation about his day to fill Wilbur's silence. But his past still loomed over him.
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The moon glittered in the dark blue sky.
"Dream," Fundy pouted, lying flat on the ground in pain but exhilarated. Typically after Dream beat him, Fundy would be pulled up and they'd go over tips before trying again. Today though, Fundy felt lazy. He whined pitifully, "Why can't we just take a tiny break?"
Shaking his head and probably rolling his eyes under the mask, Dream continued trying to pull him up. "If we take breaks today, we're gonna have to take one tomorrow, and then the next day, and the next. It's a cycle you're not going through it."
Finally finding some strength in him, Fundy tugged Dream down instead. They seemed to squeak when they fell right on top of Fundy. Their mask was on askew, showing off one pretty emerald eye and the many freckles that dotted their cheek. Instantly he shoved Dream off. "Oh God, I'm so sorry, Dream. I didn't mean to-"
The familiar wheezing of his crush made him peek through his hands. Dream had fixed his mask, but was wheezing into his hands anyway. Fundy pouted, falling back onto the grass. "Meanie,"
Dream laughed again, softer this time. "I'm sorry, Fundy. Did I make you upset." He cooed in a mocking inflection. Fundy couldn't help but stare as they laugh, imagining what the rest of his face looked like.
A pair of pretty emerald eyes that sparkled with mischief and pale freckles that were scattered all over his face like sprinkles. Fundy would finally get to see his smile, the crooked grin he'd have when he teased him and the gap in his teeth he said he was insecure about. Fundy can hardly imagine how beautiful he'd look and how much deeper he'd fall.
Dream's laugh tampered off, his shoulders no longer shaking from the struggling to breathe. He was just staring back at Fundy. Silently watching him.
Fundy couldn't tell, but he knew he was probably blushing. Fundy rolled over and sat up, feeling Dream's eyes watching the entire time. He crawled over on his knees to where Dream sat with his legs crossed. He didn't know why, but he threw his arms around Dream the second he got close enough.
Silently, Dream wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him closer. It was comfortable there, arms wrapped around each other as the wind softly floated past. Fundy could almost fall asleep there, feeling safer in Dream's arm than he had felt in a while.
But the jarring footsteps that echoed from the open castle door made him jolt back. Away from a startled Dream, who stood up quickly and pulled him along.
"Who was that?" He hissed, pulling Fundy behind a large spruce in the garden. Fundy glanced back, catching site on something that made his stomach twist. "Shit."
Dream pulled him back as Eret's eyes carefully looked over where they hid. "Fundy?"
"That's Duke Eret and he's most likely looking for me." Fundy groaned, barely glancing back at Dream as he watched Eret stalk around the garden. "He's come here before but never this late so..."
When he did look back, Dream's shoulders were held tight with tension he couldn't explain. His forearm was grasped tightly in Dream's hand. "We need to go then."
"What? No, no. I just," Biting his cheek, he took a step out. "I need to talk to him after everything."
He fell back though, yanked by Dream who wrapped an arm around his shoulders tightly.
"I am not letting you just leave after everything. You-you're going to wear my mask so they dont notice you and you'll close your eyes and I'll lead us to somewhere hidden." Dream was completely serious and Fundy couldn't find it in himself to say no to him. Nodding, he closed his eyes and waited.
The smooth mask was too big, dropping a bit but ultimately hiding everything it needed to. He didn't open his eyes to see how the inside looked. He just held onto Dream's forearm and trusted him.
They seemed to stick to the edge, trying to go around rather than confront Eret. Part of Fundy was grateful. He didn't know if he was ready to talk to him so soon after her dissapearance.
"Hey!" Eret called out, "have you seen Prince-, woah! Get back here! Guards!"
Fundy stumbled a bit as Dream started running, peeking through slightly so he didn't fall flat on his butt. He held Dream's hand tighter as they rounded a corner towards the worker's side of the palace. A guards voice cut them off from in front of them, forcing Fundy to dig his heels in and pull Dream back.
They narrowly avoided a wall as the turned another corner. Dream's eyes were far more observant than his and he was pulled into a closet.
Gasping, Fundy held Dream's hand tighter. They were shoulder to shoulder, pressed close in the closet as the guards ran past them. Dream slid down to the ground, dragging Fundy with him. The room was so small, forcing Fundy to be half in Dream's lap and half squished against the wall.
Keeping his eyes shut, he slowly took off Dream's mask. He pressed the smooth porcelain into their chest, leaning heavily on the wall.
"You can look." Dream said, his voice heavy. Fundy glanced over, almost melting at the soft smile that Dream gave him. Their mask was pulled up enough to show his beautiful smile, a gap between his two front teeth that made his heart feel gooey.
Smiling, he leaned closer. "Hi."
Dream giggled, shifting to pull him closer. The dingy little room seemed to feel more comfortable when they had more space to stretch their legs. It was cold, but next to Dream it just felt right.
He closed his eyes, leaning onto their shoulder. Fundy had been staying awake so late so many this was his chance for a break.
.
.
.
Dream glanced down at Fundy, who's chest rhythmically rose and fell. He didn't know why his new... friend was running but he'd help him anyway.
Opening the door a tiny sliver, he saw the sun break through the ground. Frowning, he realized he had to get some sleep before his first meeting with Prince Floris in town square.
He glanced back and shook Fundy awake, "It's safe to go now."
He smiled behind his mask as Fundy rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Dream nodded and took off.
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I have another AU idea that I need to get off my chest. It's basically an au where Purpled got involved in lore much sooner.
Starting With: A Colorful Family
The premise is basically: Purpled is willing to do anything for the right price. When Dream buys his services and asks him to kill the president's right hand, Tommyinnit, things spiral. Because he signed up for child murder, not a long con, infiltration mission where people finally start seeing him.
(Yes, I'm writing a Purpled is in canon au because I'm starved for content. No, I'm not gonna reveal any of the outline because I'm probably going to actually write a full fic about this. Yes, I will now be writing multiple different au's at a time. Next post will likely be about my fundy royalty au and then Wilbur royalty au and then back to Purpled.)
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Hey hey! I feel like talking about my ideas with the royal family of the Antarctic Empire
So I kinda want to write it like a textbook/magazine? I dunno, I tried.
Philza Minecraft-Soot - The old king of our beloved empire. He, alongside his wife, created the empire at age 23 and then ruled the Antarctic Empire for over 20 years. During this time he raised his twin sons, Prince Wilbur and Prince Technoblade, with Techno originally meant to take the throne. Although they were had chosen to nobly become a warrior for their country instead, and instead passed kingship to their brother, Prince Wilbur.
It was around the time of crowning an heir that King Philza chose to adopt Prince Theseus, otherwise known as Prince Tommy. Prince Tommy had brought along an advisor near instantly after his crowning, Assistant Advisor Tubbo.
Tubbo has many notable parts in ending The Great Potato War, which had led to the retirement of Prince Technoblade. Tubbo had led the main negotiations alongside newly crowned King Wilbur, to help meet an end goal to the long ongoing war.
And only a few years later, when Prince Tommy almost turned a viable option as an heir to King Wilbur, Prince Floris was revealed to the public.
Prince Floris has forever been an enigma to the public. Hidden from the world, only word of mouth to describe the mysterious prince. He's said to be turning 18 and marrying during the holy month [1].
It is widely asked whether Prince Floris was adopted or whether he is a bastard.
Either way it is said that our dear Prince is to have a public wedding with Prince Clay of the WasTaken kingdom to sollidfy the new alliance and unite us.
[1]- The month of October, celebrated as the month our glorious empire was officially started.
(Was this good? Probably not. Am I still posting it to clear out my drafts? Yes)
You are seen as a weakling. To prove yourself to your tribe, you enter the dragon’s lair that even the hardiest warriors avoid. Amused by your challenge, the dragon takes a human form and duels you with a sword. After disarming you three times it says “come tomorrow and try again.”
“This is dangerous,” Tubbo pipes up, still fiddling with his bee plush. “You shouldn’t be going alone.”
“Lots of things are dangerous, Tubbo.” Tommy fixes the cape that’s hanging over his shoulders, the dark blue fabric too long on one side. “But this is just gonna be easy! Everyone’s finally gonna see I’m a big man!”
“Tommy,” His best friend hesitates. “This isn’t because of those stupid ranking test right? Because, even if your a-”
“Of course it’s not,” Tommy says instantly, trying to bite down the bitter feeling in his mouth. Tubbo nods hesitantly. “Alright, Toms. If your sure.”
Tommy scoffs,“Of course I am, Tubs.” They nod, just letting the silence fill the room. Tubbo reaches over to grab his hand, silently begging. Tommy stands up finally. “Goodbye Tubbo.”
His best friend just watches him go, still clutching the bee close.
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Tommy takes a deep breathe in, twisting his fingers nervously as he stands outside the den. Maybe Tubbo was right, Tommy should go back to the village and get a warrior who actually knew what they were doing.
“No,” he mutters to himself, taking his sword out of it’s holster. Tommy grips it tightly, draws his body tense, and breathes out. “I have to do this.”
The den is large, the large walls looked carved to perfection. Big enough to fit 10 dragons, Tommy asumes. If it wasnt full of large gold piles or spoils of war.
Large silk pieces that look like a flag hand from the ceiling, giving the whole den a more royal air than Tommy was comfortable with. The lanterns though, more dingy and smaller, let the place feel smaller.
Tommy stuttered in his step, skirting to hide behind some random pile of gold as he heard the tell tale noise of a dragon’s roar. It must have smelt him. There was no other way it could have heard him just barely walking in.
“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath, spotting a glaring dragon who’s eyes barely seemed to miss him ducking under some gold. “Oh, I’m fucked.” How did Tommy think he could win this. He was already the weakest at magic and just because he could fight doesn’t mean he’d win against a dragon. What was he thinking!
“There’s no backing out now,” he mutters, fixing his sweaty grip on his sword. “It either win or lose. Live or die. I have to win.”
“I’m going to.” He says, rushing towards the dragon as swiftly as he can.”Hey fuckwad! Over here!” The dragon spot him immediatly, it's burning gaze narrowing in onto Tommy. “Yeah, you big bitch! I’m here to fight you! And I’m gonna win!”
It breathe out in a chuckle, which grates on Tommy’s nerves. And before he can yell again, large puffs of red smoke, light and airy smoke that dissapaites near instantly. Now, an almost regular looking man stands in the center of the den.
“Try it,” It says, taunting him in just two words. Tommy growls, his passion to win refueled at the challenge. So what if the dragon looks mostly human. The stupid pink hair and obnoxious crown make him just as angry.
He throws himself forward, twirling clumsily out of reach of their silver sword. The dragon huffs, small puffs of smoke getting spread through the already tense air. His sword looks so dull in comparison, something he only realizes when he strikes it in the chest and it only quietly begroan about bruises.
It could be it's dragon scales, something he hadn't considered when he senselessly marched up the mountain with a mind hazy with rage.
Tommy stumbled back, the dragons sharp sword cutting through his thin shirt and staining the white sleeve red. The dragon smirked from where it stood, by the pile of gold that Tommy hadn't even considered stealing from. Tubbo would've. They'd get away with it too.
Too late right now, but it was always a possibility after he killed the dragon.
Tommy took a deep breathe and charged. The dragon made a sharp turn around him and kicked out his knees. With a strangled cry, Tommy fell flat on the stone floor with his sword skidding out if range. Flipping himself over quickly, he found the sharp silver sword held in the dragon's hand, pointed straight at his throat.
"Checkmate." It said. Tommy closed his eyes, not breathing as he awaited his end. But the echo of metal dropping to the floor made him flinch backwards.
It's eyes were cold, red and glowing with annoyance, probably. It's sword laid at Tommy's feet as it took a step back with an almost pleased look.
"You're not bad, come back tomorrow and try again."
"...what?"
"Take the sword and go. I expect to see you again tomorrow."
"Why should I come back? Why would I?"
It's eyes flashed. "I could kill you now, if that's what you're asking. In fact, if you don't come back I can curse your entire bloodline a disastrous fate so long as I wish it."
Tommy scowled at the mention. Snatching up the sword, he slowly got up. With wary eyes, he slowly made his way around the dragon until he stood at the entrance. He saw his old sword lying hapless on the floor. If he'd be back, he supposed it didn't matter.
Hi so I saw your runaway Wilbur au and the idea jives with me so much I'm wondering if you're okay with someone else writing stuff based on the concept?
Of course! Most of my au's never get written so I'm glad to let others use them as long as they give credit!! I'm sure what you write will be amazing too! Good luck! 👍
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I decided to add Eret into people I'm talking about today, because I can. So anyways! MORE teachers!
Bad runs a cooking class and it's full of both the nicest and worst people you'll ever meet because 1. They are taught kindness by Prof.Language and 2. Prof.Language is an absoloute beast hiding behind a mask of innocence. Have you seen the absoloute chadness that is Badboyhalo? He is a professional knife thrower. His students should be feared because Prof.Chad teaches his murderous skills casually and they are quick learners. (Tommy now knows how to throw knives and no one is safe)
Skeppy isn't a teacher and he isn't qualified to teach either. Honestly, no one knows why he's there. One day Technoblade joined as their english teacher and the next this really upset looking man in a blue hoodie walks in aand never leaves. He knows basic first aid tho so he helps the actual nurse with whatever mnor injries kids get from doing stupid things. And by kids I mean Purpled and by stupid things I mean trying to jump off the roof onto a cardboard box and not realziing the box would break and then him saving himself from a broken ankle by landing on Tommy. Tommy on the other hand got a minor conucssion and now the school roof is banned entry.
Puffy is the vice-principle of the school! She's well-liked and good at keeping order. She's especially good at keeping the Dream Team in line since she basically adopted Dream. But Puffy is also a "school therapist" of sorts. She talks to kids, helps them however she can, gives advice or a hug, and if they need it she'll write then a slip to miss a period so that they can calm down in her office with the lights off. This is why everyone loves her.
Sam's class isn't really specified. He teaches everything from woodworking to theoretical rocket science and everyone's vibing with it. He's vastly over qualified, but he stays because he's gotten attached. The principle probably should've fired him the first three times his "super important, 70% of grade test" was just "make me something in minecraft". It's literally the easiest. You can make a cow farm and you'd pass (Purpled) but most of the students go over the top because they enjoy it.
Eret teaches a drama class! It's also known as a self-confidence class but that's a story for later. Anyways! Eret's class is full of people singing or dancing or even making stage scenes and costumes. Basically, he's getting his class to express themselves while also getting outfits and scenes for the plays he and Wilbur run. It's a very chaotically wholesome place, and also one of the gayest because most if not everyone in the class are gays looking for a safe space.
NOW ONTO THE HOMOSEXUAL SUPPORTING CAST (I had to fit this in)
Anyways, the SBI teachers au I brought up earlier! I'm gonna talk about more of the staff!
We're starting with the Dream Team
Dream, the main man, is a co-science teacher with Sapnap but he also coaches soccer. He's commonly known to go against the rest of the dream team and win, going past school hours with students watching them for multiple periods. The principle had to force them to keep it to weekends.
Sapnap, as you know, is the co-teacher of science. He is known as the cool teacher and the chaotic one. He has set multiple things on fire during his lessons. Including but not limited to, 5 different tables, 2 laptops, a projector, 2 backpacks, 1 student (who did not die, it was a controlled fire and put out immediately), Dream (7 separate occasions but 36 times in total), George (2 times), and Tommy. Do not ask. Neither will talk about it and no one else knows.
George is that one lunch supervisor who is chill and who you actually like. He runs a coding club with Fundy, but he typically is just a student helper most of the time. He also knows sign language and is often a translator whenever one is needed. He is also late always. Sleep is more important to him.
Next, everyone's favourite trans furry! Yes, he is trans in this au, he is still a furry, and I will take no criticism.
Anyway! Fundy runs the coding club and co-teaches an all inclusive Technology course with 5up. He teaches kids like Tubbo how to do basic code during that class and if they want to go more in depth, they sign up to his coding club where he puts them through hell. The entirety of the coding club (minus Gogy) was up the night before his minecraft date with Dream helping him, and then the night before his wedding.
5up is a new teacher. He arrived the day after the wedding, excited to help teach the class about the other side of the technology course. They very quickly fell into a flirty relationship, though it's unknown whether they are dating. (Wilbur personally thinks this one is a better fit for his "son" (*the running joke has never and will never stop. Wilbur is the furry's father, whether he likes it or not.) 5up is a very nice teacher, certainly less chaotic than the Dream Team. Literally everyone likes him. No one is an exception.
Tomorrow I'm probably gonna talk about Bad, Skeppy, Puffy, and Sam but that is a tomorrow issue for future me. Peace ily (/p), have a great day (and even if you're not I hope you have a decent one). Bai ♡
