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💜 DAY 3 OF MONSTER WEEK — DRAGON TOMMY
[900+ words]
[Gender-neutral]
Description: IN THE FREAKING TITLE. Tommy gets bullied, you help, forced bonding and also pure laziness, all under the cut *jazz hands*!
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Things like dragons are widely considered myths, figments of our imagination with room for creative liberty when it comes to details. There are some people, though few and far between, who still believe in them, to an almost feverish degree.
You, like most, are not one of them. You've lived your entire life believing what's right in front of you, not feeling a need to search for some mystical deeper meaning. If it existed, you'd find proof eventually; if it didn't, you didn't care much to begin with.
It was a very flexible worldview. Maybe your open-mindedness for anything, this proof-begets-belief ideal, is why you've found yourself in this situation.
You were on your way to work, walking since you lived fairly close to your veterinary office when you came across of group of young school boys poking roughly at a tiny hissing animal. It looked sickly, bruises and leaves scattered over it and your heart instantly broke seeing its horrible state.
"Hey! Get away from that poor animal!" The second you started yelling, the kids scattered like the mice in the Ratatouille kitchen scene. You were going to chase after them, scold them maybe, when the animal's pitiful crying caught your attention. "Oh, you poor thing."
It cries out in pain when you try, as carefully as you could, to pick it up. You try to comfort it as much as you can, hurrying on your short walk to your office.
Now that you could see it better, it was less like a cat and more like an odd reptile. It felt around the same size as a young kitten but it was scaly, though from far away it seemed more like wet fur, with most of the scales being very, very loose as if someone had tried prying them all away from before it could properly molt.
You cooed at it, trying to one-handed open the doors to your clinic without disturbing the animal too much. "You're okay, bud. We're going to get you all fixed up." It mewled weakly, its tongue flicked at you slowly. "You are very brave right now. The bravest."
You kept very soft-spoken as you disinfected its numerous wounds. It was a very well-behaved animal as if it knew you were only trying to help it. You managed to even wipe most of the dirt off its very beautiful, very leathery texture, and vibrant yellow scaling.
It stretched itself out, curling into a very tightly-wound circle afterward. You took a few minutes to relax after that, knowing things would probably get far less exciting for the rest of the day.
{《☆》}
You were very wrong. The animal has left to leave your side even once, while simultaneously being very rude to all the other animals you've tried to take care of. You've had to close your clinic for the last two days because it almost attacked a very fearless chihuahua.
It wasn't horrible though. it was very cuddly, freely purring every time you pat its scaly back. In fact, it actively sought out contact, very pleased every time you played along.
Things had to change though. You needed to work and you knew you couldn't do that with a mysterious and aggressive animal draping itself over your shoulder at all times.
Surprisingly, you didn't have to be the one to change anything, change very rapidly found you.
{《☆》}
So, there was a strange man in your kitchen. You had woken up in the middle of the night to very loud banging and what sounded like a glass breaking. Looking around now, you could spot the broken handle of your favourite coffee mug.
"Y/N!," The blond intruder chirped happily. He dropped the corpse of your mug in the sink, "I have a human form finally! Look how tall I am!"
Finally breaking out of your shock, you started screaming. Very, very loudly.
Tommy, the blond intruder, managed to explain the entire story to you after surviving a very long 10-minute screaming session, a pair of policemen at your door asking far too many questions, and a mailman. According to him, he was a dragon who had been chased by poachers looking for his scales for some reason, when he had finally escaped the group of schoolboys had started poking at him and only made him weaker.
Apparently, he had siphoned off some of your energy every day, using your pets as a way to steal energy and in the process creating a bond between them that allowed him to take human form. You're still pretty iffy on the details and very much unsure how any of this works but after Tommy proves his story by shifting back into a dragon, you officially had to accept that you were bonded, whatever that meant, to a dragon.
Yay?
"So what now?" You asked because usually in stories, this would be where the call to action is. He would tell you about some evil organization or those dragon poachers would show up and you'd have to accept the mantle of being a hero. Except life isn't a story (wow, meta).
Tommy shrugs, "I'm not sure. I didn't really think I would make it this far into explaining."
"Can I just, go back to my job? Do I have to hide you until the bond goes away?" Tommy laughs at your questions. When you don't laugh with him, he gets far more awkward.
"About that," He rubs at his neck, "it's kinda permanent."
"…"
You lost another two mugs. Tommy has a far greater fear of you though, which helps keep him in check at the clinic.
{《☆》}
[I just wrote this all like 20 minutes ago, if this is bad then sucks to suck I refuse to rewrite this. (Ask again after I've had coffee)]
[Anyways, take care of yourself, drink water, touch some grass, love youuu!]
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aaaaaa so I read one of your prince!eret posts and I had an idea! (I would've wrote it myself but I wouldn't have done it any justice)
but what if Prince!Eret had a little brother? and that was reader?? maybe reader is a little rebellious and sneaks out into the villiage or smth and meets the bench trio who don't know reader is the youngest prince? so they just kinda of spent the whole day together doing stuff until Prince Eret and maybe some of the Knights find them?
idk have a wonderful day/night :)
This came out a lot angstier than the first draft had been ahskfj
Little Rebel Prince 💛
[He/him pronouns]
[3000+ words]
Description: After an argument with your brother, King Eret, you sneak out of the castle. During your adventure you meet three odd, wonderful boys. (Platonic Eret + Benchtrio x M!Reader)
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{《☆》}
Eret sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. His quill (how old school) is dropped to the side, staining a random piece of parchment and the edges of his sleeves. "For the last time, Y/N, you cannot attend dinner with King August."
"Why not?" You asked, not for the first time.
"Because you're too young. We're trying to discuss a peace treaty and I can't trust you not to ruin it." Eret is blunt, finally pulling his sleeve out of the wet ink splotch and grimacing. They look into your eyes, an uncomfortable feeling really, and their expression softens. "I really wish you could be there but this dinner is not a thing we can risk. Our borders are being contested so if we want this to end peacefully-"
"I can't be around to mess it up," You cut in blithely, managing to keep a smile on your face even as your brother's fell. "Got it. Well then, I'll be in my room, making no noise and pretending I don't exist."
Eret looks older suddenly, more exhausted as they lose their words before they can even grasp them. It leaks out of every pore, staining his stare blank and deepening the bags beneath his eyes. You've never seen a person lose so much life so quickly, nonetheless he doesn't say anything as you turn. Even as you linger in the hallway, the door stays shut and so you don't let the stares of Raven and Katrina weigh you down even as every step feels like a mile.
{《☆》}
You want some sweets. Not the ones in the castle, salted more than sweetened since that's what Eret likes, but the ones from the outskirts of the kingdom where the best sweets are smuggled from "L'Manchildburg". Normally, you'd just ask Eret to send you off with Sara or Kori but for obvious reasons you refused to do so.
In vindictive anger, you stepped out of your room despite whatever wordless promise you had made. There were no guards, an oversight really but it was an oversight that would be saving you some trouble. With quick hands, you push the large painting on the wall to the side and pressed your thumb to the sharp pointed thimble.
Blood dripped onto the metal and soaked into it, glowing a faint gold glow. The walls shifted, opening to long, large corridors of stone carved to perfection. Simple cracks layered the sides and you traced where Eret had carved both of your initials as a marker, running through the halls with you, getting lost and trying not to cry. You pulled away, something bitter lodged in your throat.
The labyrinth was made by your father as a gift for Eret's obtained kingship. Herobrine was not an amazing father but no one can say he does not try.
Quick steps forward, ignoring the way the walls shift in place as they read your intentions, making way to the capital. More specifically it seemed, a dimly lit alleyway with a knocked over trash can resting at you feet. The wall clicked shut behind you, lines smoothing away and melting back into brick walls.
The road was slanted, an odd sort of tension to going down and a struggle to walk up but you've walked it so many times that getting the perfect footing was practically automatic. The restaurants littering the sides were fairly loud for the daytime, doors caught wide open for any customer to step into. You distract yourself with catching the new prices for entering, a few dollars up for the steak-house but three dollars down for the pub. Easily enough, you're standing at the top.
This area is flatter, easier to walk, but it goes down long enough that you'd end up going in circles for hours and still not seeing everything it had to offer. A passing street musician plays a bit louder for you but you step past quicker, they'd never stop bothering you if you showed any interest, though you admit that they had an excellent voice.
Turning a corner, you stepped into a familiar café. A red-tie* owned sweets shop ran by Niki, a nice lady who had dual citizenship somehow. It had a nice atmosphere despite that, soft lighting handing from the ceiling with vines tangled with the cord. High top tables pushed against the wall, beanbags pushed into a corner near some plants, a front counter wide enough to sit and eat at.
It's nice, not overly colourful but with enough plants and throw pillows to break up the monotony. You took a seat at the counter, brushing off a few crumbs leftover by a past customer. "Niki! You here?"
A soft laugh from behind you, "It's my café of course I am."
You spin the chair, leaning back against the counter. "Just thought I'd ask," You spin again as she steps behind the counter. "Are you still serving (f/s)?"
"Of course," Niki laughs again, a teasing little smile on her face. "I wouldn't be your favorite cafe if I didn't."
"Mighty confident there, Niki," You press your lips together but it can't stop your smile from growing. "What if I liked that one café on Oreli street better?"
Niki gasp, exaggerated and scandalized. "You wouldn't dare."
"Oh but I would," You are openly smiling now, a bit of an ache in your cheek that's not really helping. "Maybe I should go there now—"
"Enough teasing," Niki rest her hands on her hips, still smiling. "Do you want your (f/s) or not?"
"I do, thanks Niki," You shamelessly laugh. "As many a you've got, actually."
"You're going to dry out your pockets before the festival even starts!" The reminder makes you brighten up, even as Niki shakes her head fondly. Racking her knuckles across the kitchens shared wall, she calls out. "Ranboo, we need (f/s) please."
A small crash sounded from the kitchen, followed by skidding as the door was cracked open the barest amount, a half-white half-black enderman staring blearily at the ground. With a lighter colour face, they blurted out an vague noise of agreement and ducked back through the door.
Niki looked over at you and you looked at her. After a comically long time, she sighed and wiped her hands on a towel. "I have to go check on him don't I."
"It is your café," You nodded along, tipping your chair back a bit. "I will just wait here and—!"
Niki reached over and strong-armed you over the counter. "Nope, if I have to deal with it, so do you,"
You grumble as she let's you walk around the counter. Glancing at each other, you take the first step in.
The organized neatness of the café is ruined by the disaster that was the kitchen. The counters were cluttered with messy pots and pans, cartons of milk tilted and spilling onto the floor with egg shells broken into hundreds of tiny pieces beneath your feet. Dishes were pilled high in the large sinks, including some extras sat in relatively neat stacks by the spilled milk. A pile of mud sits on a plate, smudge marks that were probably made by someone liking it. You really don't wanna know.
"Niki, I know what it looks like," The ram-boy says slowly, backing into a taller but more scrawny avian-boy. "But I have a good reason for what happened."
"Oh yeah," With her hands on her hips and raised brows, Niki briefly entertained the ram-boy. Mistake number one. "Okay, what happened?"
"Uhm, DISTRACTION!" They screamed, immediately sprinting for the back door. At the same time the avian boy screeched incomprehensible noises with garbled curses and uselessly flapped their wings to the door. With a startled gasp, Niki accidentally pushed you towards the half-white half-back enderman hybrid who startles a yelp and everything twists.
You fall to the floor, head fuzzy with black dots like flickering lights. Someone cursed above you, reaching down to pull you to a stand. "Look what you did, Ran—bow."
"It's Ran-boo," Another voice, deeper and squeakier than the other voice at the same time. "But they fell onto me!"
"No one's allowed to fall for you except me!" A third voice said indignantly with a small air of humour, a large stomp like a tantrum knocking you more on whoever picked you up. "We should just leave them here before Niki finds us."
"She'd be even angrier if we left her friend here alone like this," The deep voice said, attempting to reason with the angry voice. The person holding you tightens their grip at the thought, holding you up a bit more. "So please, can we not."
"Fine, for Niki," The angry voice pouts, loudly dropping to the floor. "Can I draw on their face while they're asleep?"
"No, Tubbo, you can't draw a penis on their face." Deep voice guy sighed, sounding like your brother whenever you prank Lord Dream (as if you don't do it everytime he visits).
"Aww man."
You blink, murky colours still flooding your visions but focusing more with every blink. You're leaning against a tall blond in a red and white shirt, his bony shoulder digging into your cheek as you lean against him. "What's going on?"
Your attempt at comprehensible words was mediocre at best, but you'll suppose it's good enough. Looking at the hybrid who teleported you there, a second wave of nausea comes tumbling out of your mouth.
As everyone scurries back, your yanked by the avian hybrid who had yet to let you go. Bringing your hand upon to wipe at spit and your half-digested lunch, you finally feel normal again. Pulling away from the avian, who happily let's you with a grumbled "Ew," at your throw up trail, you stand up tall and try to regain any respect your sickness had thrown away. "Well that was kind of rude."
You cringe, the voice of your brother reprimanding you in spirit. But the avian and ram start giggling to each other, making deep mocking voices of your words at the enderman hybrid. "C'mon guys, I already said it wasn't my fault!"
When he turns to you, he bows his head low, "I'm so sorry for teleporting you. Tubbo's told me it really sucks when you're not an enderman. I'm really sorry!"
"It's... fine," You shrug, grimacing at the taste of your own stomach fluids coating your teeth. "I mean, it wasn't intentional so no harm, no foul."
"See, Boo, you're fine!" The ram pats their shoulder with a bit of difficulty—you think their name is Tubbo so the other would be Ranboo— and dusting off their pants as they stand up. "I'm Tubbo!"
"I'm Y/N," You take the offered hand, trying to replicate your brother's strong handshake. Tubbo giggles despite the effort, his grip turning into Iron as well. It's almost a contest between you two. Who has the stronger hand grip?
Sadly, you've come to a loss and Tubbo whoops with victory. Turning to the avian, you stick your hand out. "Nice to meet you, chicken boy. I'm Y/N."
"I am not a fucking chicken! I don't even look like a chicken!" If he was an actual animal, you'd imagine it'd look like he had rabies. Foaming at the mouth with anger, chittering aggressively and non-stop. "Fuck you man! I'm not a chicken."
"Alright, alright, my bad." You backtrack quickly, hands raised in a placating motion. "I would like to know your name though chi–regular boy."
The avian gave you the stink eye, "The name's Tommy Innes! And don't call me that either." They set their hands on their hips in a close imitation of Niki. "You're a right prick."
"I prefer the words 'difficult to handle', it's a lot easier to read on your report card, ya know?" Suddenly you cringe again, the reminder of your brother's face when you did read it to him coming back to haunt you. Fixing your posture, you stick your hand out again after putting it down. "Nice to meet you."
Tommy takes your hand, his hands surprisingly calloused. "Your introduction was shit."
{《☆》}
You don't exactly remember why you followed them or why they let you follow them, all you remember is the exciting feeling of truly enjoying yourself, feeling light with every step, your face aching from smiling so hard and your stomach twisted with laughter. It was nice, so incredibly nice.
All good things must come to an end eventually though and the sound of trumpets sounding in the streets scare the shit out of you.
"Fuck," You curse through a handful of marshmallow Tommy had given you. "Fuck, shit, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck."
"What's wrong?" Tubbo asks, strangely concerned. "Are you okay?"
"The King is on his way," You say as you try chewing quicker. The taste of too many marshmallows stick to your tongue, the taste stuck between your teeth and caught in your throat. It tastes like air now. "He's probably already here."
"What's wrong with that?" Tommy asks, face serious and lips drawn to an aggressive sneer. "Is he bothering you? I swear if he's messing with you—"
"No, Prime no," You say, louder than planned. "He's not, it's just, I can't be found by him."
"Are you sure—?" Ranboo starts, cut off by the noise of clattering metal and horse steps. Whirling around quickly, you're already done for. Too many soldiers to evade surround you, practically boxing you into the bench you're sitting at.
"Your majesty, we've found him," A soldier calls out, one hand resting on their holster as they watch you all. "Three unidentified subjects around him, all equipped."
You whirl back to look at them and wow is it a sight. Your new buddies, the practically harmless friends you've made—Tubbo cried when he killed a bee— are all wearing full netherite armour, sharp blades than you've ever wielded in their hands. "Guys...?"
"Y/N, get behind us," Tubbo says, eyes hidden by the helmets shadow. Something about his voice frightens you, but yet still being near him isn't scary. You aren't scared of him hurting you. For some reason you trust them all not to. But still...
Your brother steps up and you sink a bit, following Tubbos directions and hiding in hopes he somehow magically forgets about you in the next three seconds.
"Y/N, you said you'd be in your room." Eret says with an infuriatingly level voice. It is like the moon is dipping the sunset, cusping their back just enough for the light to shine down and flare around your brother, truly a king fit to rule the world. "Honestly I don't know what I expected from you."
You feel embarrassment claw at your throat, fighting with the rage in your stomach and suddenly you feel the urge to hurl. Tommy is at your side, one hand holding their sword up and the other offering a sort of protection for you. The consequence though, that is what paralyzes you.
"Your royal highness, please end this foolishness. We do not wish to harm your friends." A soldier calls, a beckoning hand outstretched as if you're a frightened animal awaiting rescuing.
Another wave of anger bubbles over you, pushing your embarrassment to your heels to be dragged with. "You dare threaten my friends. They have done anything you didn't force them to."
"Those are Mud Trackers**," Eret spits out, though the words don't surprise you. "Tommy Innit, Tubbo Underscore, Ranboo Beloved, all of them fought against us."
"You were one of them once too," You yell back but still there is a disconnect when Tommy flinches next to you. The truth is out. You are royalty and they are the tentatively neutral country, enemies forged through blood. They could have killed your brother and your brother could have killed them. You don't know whatever history that is hiding in Eret's anger but neither side are taking it well. "Stop taking your anger at me on them! If you're gonna fight anyone, fight me!"
The thought makes your brother step back, face falling into the first emotion you've seen on his face. Guilt. "I'm not going to fight you, and if you return I'm not going to fight them either."
"What if I dont," You say and there is a clenched hurt that comes with those words. "Will you kill them?"
"No, you know I wouldn't Y/N," Your brother says and it is softer, quieter. Eret sighs, crown tipped and without the sunlight he is just as inhuman as you, pain written into the curve of his frown. "Please just come home."
Tommy looks over at you and they are still angry even as they put their sword away. "Go fix this. If you need us, you know how to find us."
Not-quite-relief washes down your throat at Tommy's words. Ranboo and Tubbo keep their weapons but they too step back. Looking over at your brother, you walk with all the grace embued in your lineage, chin held high. As you greet Eret, he pulls you into a hug.
"I was so worried, Y/N," he mutters, arms wrapped around your shoulders as you burrow into his chest. "I'm sorry for being a dick. Please never do that again,"
"Okay," You manage to say, muffled in your brother's shirt. "But you are still kinda being a dick."
"Okay, I'll do better," He says, quiet and true. "Let's go home."
Before he can stop you, you pull away. Turning back to your friends, you wave, "I'll see you again soon, bye."
Ranboo waves back but Tommy and Tubbo look at each other and just nod. "Bye."
Eret doesn't say anything to your friends but there is something horribly sad in their smile. Maybe they had more history than just fighting, who knows. He turns to you, outstretched hand waiting for you. You take it easier than before. It isn't great, but it's something.
{《☆》}
*red-tie is a neutral term referring to L'Manburg citizens
**mud trackers is an insult to L'Manburg citizens based on their usually dirty appearances and lack of advanced equipment early in the war.
[YOOOOOOO I FINALLY FINISHED THIS HOLY COW! This took way longer to do my horrible procrastination finally stopped today (ngl I wrote like 1k words in a panic today) I'm so sorry this took forever but in my defence... yup]
[ANYWAY TO CELEBRATE HALLOWEEN IM GONNA DO A BIT OF A MONSTERDATERS EVENT WHERE ITS ONLY EVER MONSTER AND DEMONS AND SHIT NO KISS KISS FOR HUMANS]
[I do have a date for Distance btw, Nov 13 is when the first chapter shall come out. Go self-care drink water eat food and sleep if it's later than 11pm byeee]
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Grim Reaper 💛
(He/Him pronouns)
(Realistic dsmp)
(1000+ words)
Description: Lady Death asks you to care for her favoured's son. Tommy is begrudgingly easy to get attached to.
[Read more under the cut]
{《☆》}
"No! Please! I'm not ready-!"
"To die yet, I have so much to live for." You roll your eyes, pointing your scythe at the trembling man's neck. "I've heard it all before. I'm not here to give mercy, all threads must be cut eventually and you, mortal, are no exception."
He screams, withering in pain as you press your scythe closer and his souls separates from his body. A shadow of the man, you easily slice through them and send them to the aether.
Unequipping your scythe, you take a moment to stretch your wings before you give two strong pushes and get thrown into the air. Flapping your wings, you raise yourself above the clouds and start gliding more leisurely.
The sun shines in your eyes, casting a soft glow against the milky white clouds that cover the sky aplenty. Your raven black wings contrast sharply against the pastel colouring of day, your connection to Lady Death.
A gift, she said one day. To the son I never had.
You had devoted yourself to her that day. Now, every day of your semi-immortal life is lived to serve Death. It is a life you will never give up, willingly or unwillingly.
Y/N, she softly calls. It reverberates in your chest, and you swoop down instantly. It's a sharp fall, but you pull up barely and are through the narrow cave entrance. Find me, my child.
The portal, in all of its golden glory, stands looming above you. It only takes a second to get there, only two to be transported to Lady Death, and another to drop to a knee as she smiles gently at you.
Next to her stands another winged man. His wings are a more gentle green, with darker feathers spread throughout his secondaries. Their bucket hat, striped green and white, swivels as the man turns to look at you.
It is the man from the paintings. Philza, The Angel of Death, as his title is officially known.
You narrow your eyes, glancing up at Lady Death. She tilts her head and you take it as a cue to stand. Philza gives you a tight smile, turning back to Lady Death.
"Kristen, please. He wasn't-, Tommy shouldn't have died."
You flinch at his common use of her name. Philza really is as close to Death as the stories depict. But he is still foolish for wishing to reconnect the thread that has already been worn thin with death.
It is not your place to decide who lives and who dies. She firmly rebuffs, sympathy still etched onto her immortal features. But if this mortal truly is that important, I can have Y/N look over them.
You keep your face impasse, even if part of you wants to disagree. You do a majority of Lady Death's work so that she can focus on her husband, but she still spends so much time on building up souls. It's odd for you to even think of doing anything else.
Philza frowns, anger and understanding deep-set in his tense shoulders. He spares you a glance, accessing you most likely.
In any other scenario, you wouldn't even entertain this thought. But this mortal is special to him, and therefore to Lady Death. You will treat him only kindly.
You give Lady Death a small bow and take off towards The Land of The Dead.
{《☆》}
"OH FUCK OFF!"
You land in the centre of a gym, a small section of the Land of The Dead. It smells sweaty and emotionally repressed, so you look around for the boy who you've been assigned to watch.
The group of men, an odd group, watch you. One, in shock. They're young. Likely your charge. Another two in amusement, one wears a mask and another wears a worn trench coat. The last, a hybrid ram who eyes you with a neutral glance and goes back to their beer.
You step forward, bowing to the blond who steps back towards Trench Coat. "TommyInnit, Lady Death has assigned me as your charge."
"What the hell?" They yell, the brunet wrapping an arm around them protectively. You blink, mortals were so finicky.
"Have I upset you?" You ask, eyeing the one glaring daggers at you. "It wasn't my intention. I am merely here on behalf of Lady Death and her favoured."
They blink aggressively at you, anger seems to be their main solution. Definitely leads back to the emotional repression you had sensed a mile away. "Her favoured?"
You purse your lips, furrowing your brows at the ground. "You mortals refer to him as Philza Minecraft?"
"Dad...?" They mutter quietly. You nod along despite not understanding fully. "Would you like to go see him?"
Tommy scowled. "No."
"Okay," You pause, unsure of what to do. Handling mortals has never been your job, only collecting their souls. The others have gone about their own business, but the brunet glances at you a lot. Its uncomfortable, you want to get out of here. "Would you like to go for a flight?"
That makes them pause. They tilted their head, watching you with bright blue eyes. Then, they shrug. "Why not."
{《☆》}
You left him for an hour to help with soil collection and he gets revived.
You are done with humanity. But sadly, you've gotten attached to the tiny human who enjoys head pats and rain.
"My lady," You bow. "I know now that Tommy is alive, my mission to watch over him is done but..."
Lady Death grins. You've finally gotten attached to a human. And one of Phil's!
You frown as she giggles, giddy. She smiles gently at you when she's done. Of course you can go. I'm glad you found someone you can call a friend.
"Thank you," You rise, smiling awkwardly. Humanity is strange but now you were going to deal with it on the daily. "I will be sure to check in regularly."
It's not hard at all to hop between world. What will be difficult is finding Tommy when you arrive.
{《☆》}
[i promised this like 3 days ago lol. all men do is lie sadge... anyway i have a technoblade one next and then a platonic tubbo and ranboo one. hopefully I'll remember to post the techno one on Wednesday at 6pm bst ]
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Simp 💜
(He/him pronouns)
(Trans male reader)
(500+ words]
Description: You're having a dysphoric day and it gets worse when you realize you're on your period. You get on a call with Tommy who helps make you feel better.
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{《☆》}
You rolled out of bed, your head spinning as you stood. Picking up your phone off your pillow, you hobbled off to the bathroom.
"Ew," You mutter to yourself, staring at the face that seems so unfamiliar to you. Squinting, you ignore the way your lips pursing distastefully made you look more feminine.
Sitting down, you realize why you feel so shitty. You're on your period.
"As if today couldn't get worse," You bitterly grimace. Your binder helped a little, but even that couldn't wash away the painful cramps that reminded you of your past.
Sitting at your desk, you considered life for a moment. A light bulb in your head goes off as you consider the pros and cons of putting yourself in a coma.
If someone distracted you, you wouldn't have to deal with the problems in your life (until later).
You are a genius.
Pulling up discord on your phone, you pull up the one contact that's already helped you like this before.
Tommy.
It hardly rings for a few seconds before he picks up. You always loved that about him. No matter what, he'd pick up your calls. And quickly too.
It was a bit troublesome when once you called during a math test and he picked up anyways. It was instinctive and the teacher had spotted it quickly. You both got in trouble that day.
"Hey, what's up!"
"Tom, I need you to distract me." You pleaded. And like he always has and always will, he agreed. Tommy didn't even need to be told about what. It wasn't important to him. He would listen if you wanted him to though.
"I am streaming through, Y/N," Tommy noted. You flushed instantly.
You weren't on most (if any) of Tommy's streams. And, through some sort of divine luck, you've never interrupted one before.
"Oh," You nervously laugh. "Sorry. I can go if-,"
"You're fine, Y/N," Tommy assured, his voice gentle. "Chat isn't as important as you."
You giggled, embarrassed and slightly red. "Thanks, Tom."
"Anytime, Y/N."
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And, unlike a majority of Tommy's streams, the stream was full of quiet chatter to fill the silence and no over-exaggerated yelling. You only had to talk if you wanted to. He kept talking enough for the both of you.
It was peaceful. You didn't let your mind wander to anything because each time Tommy was there to talk about Minecraft blocks or mobs or any number of random things.
When the cramps caused you to silently suffer, Tommy would make jokes until your stomach issues were about laughing too hard. He was as sweet as possible, even with his reputation on the line.
Eventually, two hours had passed and you felt so much better. Tommy always made you feel better. "Hey Tom, can you end stream?"
"Sure," He readily agreed, taking a minute to say goodbye before he spoke up again. "What's up?"
"Thank you." It was honest. Tommy was amazing and you were so grateful for him. "You're incredible."
Tommy smiled at his camera, the sweet as honey smile that only you got to see. "Anything for you."
"I love you." You said. It was true. How could you not when he did so much for you.
Tommy laughed softly. "I love you too."
{《☆》}
["I love you" can be platonic so please, take this as you will. He is a simp either way lol. A (only) platonic Tommy post will come out tomorrow around 6pm bst. But anyways go read my EretxM!Reader post because for some reason no one has seen it lol.]
[L0v3, k1ng]