family
summary: nothing, just c!sbi
we pretend the lore didnt happen here
c switch!tommy(he/xey/they), switch!revivedbur(he/they), c switch!technoblade(he/him/they) c switch!philza(he/him)
strictly platonic THEY ARE FAMILY. SHIPPERS & N$FW DNI
word count: 4,034
this is my first time writing a fic including techno since june 14 2022
this is ALSO my LONGEST fic ive ever written! After 5 months it is FINALLY HEREđĽ˛
THIS IS THE C! CHARACTERS!! except it isnt really lore based
c!sbi my beloved
Phil could, for the first time in what felt like forever, say he felt at peace.
All three of his children âtechnically, only one was actually his son, but he treats them all as suchâ were in the other room, and Phil could vaguely hear what was going on as the door was cracked open. He could hear them messing around and laughing like they were kids again. Phil had been so stressed lately, but his family being together again had wiped it away. There was a small smile on his face, he hadnât even noticed.
It was a very loud shriek that broke the avian from his thoughts. He quickly rushed to the room, swinging the door open with a look of panic. It was quickly switched with relief as he realized what was happening.
Wilbur had Tommy trapped in his lap, the blonde squirming and kicking relentlessly as his older brother scribbled all over his stomach while Techno gently squeezed up and down his thighs. âGUHUHUYS!â
Phil stood in the doorway, waiting to see if heâd have to step in or if any of them would notice he was there. He watched as the youngest tried, and failed, to push away the hands of his brothers through his pleas.
âSomething wrong, Toms?â Wilbur smirked, switching to pinching up and down Tommyâs sides.
âYeah, youâre laughing an awful lot. Did we say something funny?â Technoâs smirk matched Wilburâs.
âYOHOUâRE TIHIHICKLING MEHE!â The blonde went limp in Wilburâs lap, then realizing Phil was in the doorway. âPHIHIL, HEHEHELP!â
And there was his cue. He stepped into the room, spreading his wings to get the attention of the twins. It worked. They both ceased the tickling, looking up at Phil. Tommy just curled up and hid his bright red face behind his hands.
âOh, hey Phil!â Wilbur grinned innocently, elbowing Techno in the ribs as a silent way of saying to do the same. Which he did, after flinching with a muffled âow.â He slightly waved to Phil.
âHello Wilbur, hey Techno,â Phil crossed his arms, looking down at his sons.
âMind explaining this?â The avian gestured to Tommy, who was still curled in a ball and giggling âassumingly from the ghost tickles.
âHm? Oh, we were just messinâ with our little brother, âs all,â Techno smiled, bringing one hand to prod Tommyâs side which caused xem to flinch and giggle even more.
âYohou tried to kihihill mehe!â Tommy whined, getting up and speed-walking to stand next to Phil, who wrapped his non-damaged wing around the teen.
âDonât be so dramatic, Tommy! Besides, we all know you like being tickled anyway.â Wilburâs innocent smile turned into a smirk when the younger blondeâs face went bright pink. Xey opened their mouth to protest, but they couldnât seem to find words to say so he just shut his mouth.
âWell, theyâre not wrong on that one, mate.â Phil smiled, bringing up his wing to brush along the back of Tommyâs neck for a second. Xey ducked away and went back to sit in between Techno and Wilbur, light giggles pouring from their lips.
âYou arenât exactly safe here, either, Tommy,â Techno spoke flatly, but he had a smirk on his face as he gently spidered across Tommyâs stomach, emitting a squeal from the younger.
âWhy ahaham ihi always the taharget!?â He whined, scooting closer to Wilbur and curling in on himself. It took everything in Wilburâs power to not coo out loud.
âProbably because of how ticklish you are,â Wilbur stated like it was an entirely normal sentence. Tommy sat up straight and immediately started yelling.
âEveryone in this fucking house is ticklish, not just me!â Tommy exclaimed, exaggerating xeir statement by talking with their hands. Phil shrugged, silently saying âfair.â Techno, however, gave a look of disagreement.
âEveryone?â Techno repeated. âIâm not. I donât even react to it.â Tommy tilted his head like a confused dog.
âBullshit! Look!â Tommy sprung up and tackled Techno down. The pinkette immediately started fighting back, the two of them rolling on the ground trying to get the upper hand while Wilbur and Phil watched. It ended with Tommy keeping Techno pinned down, holding his wrists away so he couldnât fight back.
âTommy, donât evEN-â Techno cut himself off, pursing his lips and squirming as Tommy clawed at his upper ribs through his shirt, the fabric doing absolutely nothing for protection. Tommy had a wide grin, Technoâs struggling being very evident.
âLaugh for me, Techno!â Tommy yelled before ducking xeir head down and blowing a raspberry on Technoâs neck. That broke the damn, high pitched huffs of laughter emitting from the pinkette below the teen.
âTohohohommy! Gehet awahahay!â Techno pressed his arms down more, trying to scrunch up his shoulders but failing with Tommyâs head in the way.
âYou really walked right into that one, mate,â Phil commented with a small chuckle, Wilbur giggling at the scene next to him. He snuck a few pokes to Technoâs side every now and then to see him jolt and complain, âWihilbur!â
Techno freeâd his hands, pushed Tommy off and scooting to sit 5 feet away. âThat wahas not necessary.â
âIt was very necessary, in my humble opinion,â Wilbur grinned and brought his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around themself. âSeeing the big, tough Technoblade get taken down so easily by tickling will always be amusing.â
âBig talk for someone who screams from a mere poke to their ribs,â Phil piped up, walking over and kneeling next to Wilbur to poke at his upper ribsâ to which Wilbur, well, screamed at.
âPHIL! Fuhuck off!â Wilbur backed away, moving closer to Tommy and âhidingâ behind xem.
âYou think Iâll protect you?â Tommy turned to look at Wilbur. âHell no! Itâs your turn, dickhead!â Tommy quickly turned around and pushed Wilbur down, easily pinning them and digging xeir fingers into his ribs. Wilbur shrieked, grabbing onto Tommyâs wrists and trying to push them away.
âTOHOHOMMY, NOHO!â Wilbur threw his head back, their body jolting when he felt a hand start squeezing at his side. It was Phil.
âI think itâs time youâve had a turn, yeah? Come on, mate. You were just making fun of Techno for how ticklish he is, but Iâd say youâre even worse.â Phil spoke casually, bringing his hand down to pinch and drill his thumb just barely above Wilburâs hip bone. Wilbur screamed louder than any of the other three boys had ever heard, and again when they felt another hand scribbling under one of his knees.
âNOHOHO! NOHOT AHAHALL OF YOHOHOHOU!â Wilbur covered his face with his hands, trying to hide the growing red hue that spread quickly across his face and muffle their laughter at the same time. âPLEHEHEASE!â
âAw, Wil, youâve gone all red!â Tommy exclaimed, which made Wilburâs face become an even darker red. Xey snuck a hand under Wilburâs shirt, and lightly traced the scar on the brunetteâs stomach. Wilbur squealed, grabbing onto Tommyâs arm and actually getting them to stop. The blonde slightly jumped, suprised that Wilbur actually got him to stop. At the pause, Wilbur quickly turned the tables on Tommy and got xem on the ground. The two started wrestling, both of them fighting for the upper hand as Phil and Techno now watched.
âIâll bet a stack of emeralds Tommy loses,â Phil muttered. Techno turned to look at the older.
âDeal.â
The two watched as Wilbur and Tommy wrestled, both very dead set on getting the upper hand. It ended with Tommy being pinned down, followed by shrieks of laughter as Wilbur started scribbling all over xeir stomach.
âNOHOHO!â Tommy grabbed Wilburâs wrists as he threw his head back. âPHIHIHIL! TEHECHNO! HEHEHELP!â
The two men in question looked at each other, back at the scene in front of them, and each other again. They gave each other a look that said âOh, weâll help alright.â And then, they both waited a second before pouncing. Techno tackled Wilbur, and Phil went for Tommy. This is not what exactly Tommy had in mind when xey called for help, but at least Wilbur was getting what he deserved at the same time.
Wilbur was caught entirely off guard, landing on the ground next to Tommy with a yelp. âTechno-!? What the fuhuck are you dohoing?â
Techno quickly pinned Wilburâs handâs under his knees, but he was careful enough not to hurt them. Techno didnât speak a word, yet. Phil did the same to Tommy.
âWell, Tommy asked for help. So weâre helping,â Techno deadpanned with a small smirk before vibrating his fingers just above Wilburâs hip bones, getting a loud shriek out of the brunette.
âI meant both of you go for WilbuhUHUHURâ PHIHIL!â Tommy shrieked at near the same pitch as Wilbur once Phil snuck a hand under Tommyâs shirt, started spidering all over xeir stomach and brushing his wings up and down their sides.
âTEHEHECHNOHO! FUHUCK OHOHOFF, MAHAN!â Wilbur pulled for his hands to be free, but they were weakened from the tickles, therefore failed inevitably.
Techno pretended to think for a moment, as if considering the ârequest.â âHmm.. Nah, I think Iâll pass. This is quite adorable, to be honest. Might do continue for a while.â
Wilbur felt the heat rise to his face, he swore it had gone bright pink just then. He whined in embarrassment through his loud laughter.
Tommy was stuck in his own tickly heaven hell. Phil had his wings targeting their neck and ears, which alone would make him melt and giggle away. But Phil also had a finger dipped and wiggling around in Tommyâs navel, the other fingers digging and scritching around it, and his other hand scribbling and squeezing xeir hips. It was torture. Did they love it? Yes. Was he still gonna call it torture? Also yes.
âTHIHIHIS IS TOHOHOHORTUHURE!â Tommy tried to free xeir hands, he really did try. But he was weak from the tickles and how hard he was laughing, so he made no progress in freeing them.
âDonât act like you donât love it, Toms~!â Phil grinned, bringing a hand to pinch at his ribs for a few seconds before returning to their hips. Tommyâs face was the same shade of pink as Wilburâs.
Wilbur struggled through shrieks of laughter, trying to free his hands. Techno laughed at him, but then Wilbur actually freeâd his hands. They immediately grabbed Technoâs forearms, pushing him off and pinning him down. Well fuck.
âYEHEHES, WIHIHIL! GEHET HIHIHIM- AAHAHAH!â Tommy shouted, shrieking as Phil blew a raspberry directly on xeir navel.
âLetâs see how you like it!â Wilbur exclaimed, vibrating his fingers in the gaps between Technoâs upper ribs.
âWihihIHILBUhur!â Techno whined through laughter. Now, Techno wasnât insanely ticklishâ the least ticklish one out of SBI. But it was still pretty bad, to him.
âTechnoOooO!â Wilbur mimicked, giggling to himself as he suddenly shot his hands to Technoâs underarms, drilling into the hollows to elicit a small scream, small snorts following after.
âThat will never get old,â Phil commented, smiling as he noticed Technoâs ears go red. Then he got an idea. âSay, Tommy, do you snort like that?â
He knew the answer; yes. But he wanted to torture the kid.
âNOHOHO!â Tommy lied, trying to get Phil off of xem before he could do anything. Phil raised an eyebrow.
âReally? Alright, so Iâll go ahead and justââ Phil cut himself off as he wiggled a finger in Tommyâs navel, causing the younger to squeal as snorts peppered through his laughter. Phil grinned, âJesus, you and Techno really are brothers, arenât you? So cute, honestly.â
âShuhuhut uhup, Phihihil!â Techno thrashed around, desperate to get Wilbur off. But now he was more determinedâ to get Phil for that âcuteâ comment. Heâs Technoblade! He isnât cute, heâs intimidating! Scary! Mean! Not cute!
âChrist, Techno, I thought you were a pig, not a buhull.â Wilbur laughed, struggling to keep the pinkette pinned down.
Techno reached over, squeezing Philâs side which caused the eldest to fall off of Tommy out of surprise, giving xem a break.
âGotcha!â Techno grinned, pushing Wilbur away and tackling Phil before he could escape. âLaugh for the laugh god, old man!â Techno exclaimed before digging his fingers into Philâs stomach, scribbling and pinching around the spot and smirking as the man fell into a fit of high pitched laughter. Tommy snickered at the sight before him.
âYeah, how do you like it, bitch!â Tommy exclaimed, leaning over to poke Philâs side, but xey were pulled back before they could do anything. Damnit.
âIsnât this nice, Toms? Those two are busy, now I can get some quality time with my little brother!â Wilbur exclaimed over Philâs cackles before tasering the younger blondeâs sides.
âWIHILBUR! Nohoho!â Tommy attempted to squirm out of Wilburâs grasp, but was quickly weakened as the brunette blew a raspberry on the back of xeir neck.
âWhy not? Does it tickle too much? Iâve barely done anything,â Wilbur teased, sneaking a hand under Tommyâs shirt to scribble at his bare stomach, relishing in the squeal that emitted from his brother.
Phil was having his own âproblemâ with Techno, desperate to escape this tickly heaven hell, but Techno was stronger than the man and so he was trapped. âTEHEHECHNOHO!â
âYeah? Whatâs up old man? Something botherinâ you?â Technoâs voice was monotone as always, but there was a slight tease to his tone as he vibrated his fingers between the gaps of Philâs ribs.
âYOU KNOHOW WHAHAHATâS WROHOHONG!â Phil cackled, slight wheezes escaping from how much heâd been laughing.
âDo I?â The pinkette smirked, leaning down to blow a raspberry on Philâs neck, eliciting a squeal.
âWihihil! Lehet mehe gohoho!â Tommy whined through giggles as Wilbur traced shapes into the sides of xeir stomach.
âIâm hardly doing anything,â Wilbur chuckled, âBut I can do worse. I think I will, actually!â Without warning, Wilbur blew a raspberry onto Tommyâs neck and dug his fingers into xeir stomach, scribbling and spidering around the sensitive skin. Tommy screamed.
âWIHIHIHIL! NOHOHO THIHIS ISNâT FAHAHAIR!â Tommy squirmed, trying to wiggle their way out of Wilburâs hold, but it was no use. Wilbur was far stronger than xey were, especially right now.
âAre you trying to escape from me?â Wilbur raised an eyebrow. âI donât think so, giggles. Youâre trapped in my tickly, tickly grasp~!â Tommyâs voice went bright red, the brunetteâs teasing tone was insanely flustering.
Wilbur rested his chin on Tommyâs shoulder, blowing air on the blondeâs ear before whispering, âTickletickletickle!â Tommyâs ears flushed the same shade of red their face had, letting out a whine at the tease.
Tommyâs arms were trapped, but they could somewhat reach behind him. And he did, latching onto where Wilburâs back meets their sides, and lightly squeezed the spot as much as he could. Wilbur let go of Tommy to remove xeir hands, and Tommy fell forward. âTOHOMMY!â
Wilbur looked up at Tommy, narrowing his eyes at the younger. âOh you want to fight? Iâll give you a fight, you little prick!â Wilbur exclaimed before tackling Tommy down, the two of them rolling around on the ground and fighting for the upper hand. Both poking and prodding different spots to attempt to weaken the other, high-pitched giggles emitting from the both of them.
The fight did not end, however, it switched to the two of them tickling each other at the same time. Tommy scribbled over Wilburâs back, occasionally pinching at the backs and sides of their ribs, and Wilbur was poking and squeezing around Tommyâs stomach and sides. The two shrieked out curses and protests at each other, wide smiles on their flushed faces.
Techno looked over at the two rolling around on the floor together and grinned, âYou two are adorable.â
âIhi wihIHIHILL KIHIHILL YOHohou TOHOHOMMY! Bahastahard!â Wilbur squealed, getting hold of one of Tommyâs wrists and holding xeir arm above their head before using his free hand to vibrate his fingers on Tommyâs underarm. Tommy shrieked, immediately falling defenseless and bringing xeir free hand to push away Wilburâsâ which resulted in Wilbur now having hold of both of Tommyâs hands.
Wilbur quickly pinned Tommy by sitting on xeir legs, holding their arms above their head with one hand. âYou messed with the wrong person, Toms~â Wilbur teased, grinning evilly as he saw the teenâs widened eyes and bright red face. âNow you will face my wrath of tickles, you little prick!â He quickly lifted Tommyâs shirt, blowing a long raspberry right in the middle of xeir stomach. Tommy screamed, and Techno paused his torture to Phil to look over.
âAre you trying to murder him?â Techno questioned, a smirk on his face when he saw the state of the demon hybrid below Wilbur.
âI said I would!â Wilbur exclaimed before leaning down to blow another raspberry, directly on Tommyâs navel.
âFUHUHUCK, WIHIHILBUHUR! NOHOHOHO!â Tommy shrieked, squirming left to right and bucking xeir hips as much as possible. It was torturous. He loved it⌠but torturous.
Phil had practically melted on the floor, being given a break by Techno. He himself was unsure if he could take anymore tickles; he was pretty tired by this point. He noticed the pinkette about to start again.
âTehechno- nohoho mohore..â Phil was quiet, luckily Techno had very good hearing and he let up, getting off of Phil and sitting next to him. Maybe the good hearing wasnât very good for Techno himself, given the high pitched screeching coming from Tommy right next to him as Wilbur continued to wreck the youngest of the four.
âPLEHEHEASE WIHIHIL!â Tommy bucked his hips more as Wilbur brought down their hand to pinch and drill his thumbs into both of xeir hips. Tommy started trying to push Wilbur away, so the brunette quickly pinned Tommyâs hands under his knees. He was careful not to hurt Tommy in the process.
âAww, is it bad?â Wilbur teased, âThought you were a big man, Tommy! Surely youâre strong enough to handle a little bit of tickling, right~?â Tommy shook his head frantically through shrieky laughter and giggles, kicking his legs as much as he could with Wilbur sitting on them.
Wilbur brought up one hand to dig their fingers into Tommyâs ribs, vibrating his fingers in the gaps and pinching at the bones. His other hand switched between pinching at Tommyâs hips to scribbling over xeir stomach. âTHIHIS IHIHISNâT FAHAHAHAIR!â
Wilbur smirked, âItâs not my fault youâre so ticklish.â He leaned down to blow a raspberry on xeir neck before whispering in their ear, âTktktktk~â The brunetteâs smirk turned to a grin as he watched Tommyâs blush spread to his ears and down his neck.
âFlustered, Tommy?â Techno commented from beside the two, gently pinching Tommyâs side and chuckling when xey flinched with a small squeal.
âFUHUCK OHOHOFF!â The youngest shrieked as Wilbur blew another raspberry on their stomach.
âThatâs not very nice, Toms. Be nice to your brothers,â Phil spoke up with a small smile on his face. Tommy whined as now everyone in the room was against him.
âTHEHEHEYâRE BEHEING DIHIHIHICKS!â Tommy tried to free his hands to bring his arms down. Xey were desperate to defend themself from this torture. Wilbur had his free hand scribbling and digging his fingers into Tommyâs stomach, he wasnât being too rough so that it wouldnât hurt, only tickled. Badly.
The demon hybrid squeaked as there was a soft, feathery feeling on his neckâ Philâs wings. The mixture of gentle and rough tickles were almost unbearable. âOHOhoh fohOHOR FUHUCKS SAHAKE! PHIL!â
âYou havenât once said stop, Tommy, we know you love this~â Techno teased lightly, smiling at the flustered state of the younger as he delivered a few pokes to xeir side.
âLook at him, all red and flustered! Awh,â Phil cooed, scribbling his fingers against the side of Tommyâs neck.
âXeyâre so ticklish, itâs just so adorable. I may not be able to handle it, I might explode from the cuteness.â Wilbur joked to Techno and Phil, slowing the tickles as the three of them talked about Tommy as if he wasnât even there. This flustered Tommy more than it should have.
âIhihi aham RIHIGHT hehehere!â Tommy giggled out, finally freeing their hands to push Wilburâs away and cover his face.
âOh, Iâm sorry Tommy. Do you need all of my attention on you? You need more tickles? Is that it? Hmm~?â Wilbur teased, poking at Tommyâs stomach and allowing xem to keep their hands free. Under one condition.
âHow about we play a little game,â Wilbur grinned, eyeing Techno and Phil. The two immediately understood what he was about to have Tommy do. Wilbur gently grabbed Tommyâs wrists, focusing back on him as he lifted their arms. âYou keep your arms up like this, and you canât let them down. Or else.â They spoke in a teasing tone, his grin forming more into a smirk when the look on Tommyâs face mixed with panic, excitement, and flusteredness. Xey nodded, already trembling at the sight of Wilbur, Techno, and Phil with their hands in the shapes of claws. Heâs so dead. A dead man. Gone.
Wilbur looked at him with a look that said, âReady?â Tommy nodded again, squeezing his eyes tightly shut and taking in a sharp breath to brace himself, but it wasnât much help as he immediately shrieked at both of Wilburâs hands digging into xeir stomach, scribbling and pinching and tasering against the sensitive skin. Techno soon followed, squeezing up and down Tommyâs thighs and occasionally scribbling beneath their knees. Not a good day for Tommy to wear shorts. Phil joined in, his wings brushing against Tommyâs neck and ears while he used his hands to pinch and scribble on xeir sides and ribs. This was entirely TORTURE.
âGUHUHUHUYS!â Tommy screamed, his arms shaking as he struggled to hold them up. How was he expected to do this!? They could have at least made it easier for him!
âTHIHIS IHIHIS UHUHUNFAHA- AAHAHA WIHIHILBUHUR! NOHOHOHO!â Tommy shrieked, kicking his legs as best as he could and bringing down their arms to shove at Wilburâs head as he blew a long raspberry on xeir navel, then taking a breath before going back to nibble on their stomach. Tommyâs laughter fell silent for a second as he threw his head back, immediately screaming again before falling into laughter once again. He could hardly speak, really only making out the words âFUHUHUCK!â and âNOHOHO!â
Wilbur obviously noticed that Tommy brought his arms down, but he also noticed how his laughter had fallen silent for a moment then grew to be raspy as the boy could barely even speak anymore. He wasnât going to continue, not roughly. He gestured for Phil and Techno to stop as he let Tommy go. Wilbur immediately pulled Tommy to a hug, gently rubbing his back as a gesture of comfort and resting their chin on xeir head. Tommy breathed heavily as he buried his face against Wilburâs chest, taking in big gulps of air as he began to relax in Wilburâs hold. Phil cooed out loud at the two.
âDid I, or, we, go too far, Toms?â Wilbur asked, his voice gentle. Tommy shook his head no.
Eventually, Tommy looked up at Wilbur. His face was bright red, dried tears on their face, now with a small smile and still squinted eyes. Wilbur couldnât help himself;
âAwwh!â
Tommy hid his face again out of embarrassment, yelping as Wilbur stood up and moved Tommy to carry xem bridal style. Techno placed a hand on Wilburâs shoulder as he got a look at the teen in the brunetteâs arms. He smiled fondly.
The four men all silently agreed on just relaxing in the main room of the house. Tommy stayed huddled close to Wilbur, clinging to him like a koala to a tree branch.
He may have been tired âall four of them were, honestly, but Tommy especiallyâ, but that didnât stop him from delivering a few pokes to the three men he was surrounded by, smiling at the small yelps and muffled giggles from each of them.
He deserved at least a little revenge for all of that, right?






















