Hello! My name is Beckyu (Beck, coo. lol silent Y :3) but Becky is fine ā¤ļø
Iām your resident Aussie gal (she/her) 23, and extremely energetic and Iām here to have fun and enjoy peopleās content.
and maybe post my own writing or art lol
This is my only blog and itās not very consistent with what I post as I just share anything and everything. But I love Ninjago, mcyt gt and gt in general so thatās what ya get.
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My Stories :D
Link to Ao3 versions here
My very first fic (name tba no spoilers hehehe and is my baby. A very very special work in progress that Iām still working on and is long....)
Donāt forget to mention that...
Mine to hold close
The Perfect Hill (Gift)
Just out of Reach, but Never out of Sight (JORNOS for short)
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3Ā , Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11 , Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15 TBA
Treat spiders the way you want to be treated. Killed without hesitation.
My monster to Slay
Can we see the fireflies?
Amongst the Kelp, I found you in Hair- I mean There...
Lies and the Thieves That Try
To Fly Once More
Red Paint and Tiny Portraits (submitted on Faeiyns blog)
One Small Gift -A Christmas Fic
And the phone keeps ringing and ringing and ringingā¦.
Patience is a Virtue and Trust is Earned- A continuation of One Small Gift
One Small Gift- Epilogue
Three Gifts, One Heart- A JORNOS Christmas Special
Non Fandom stories (OCs etc)
Dancing in your Hands
In the Hands of my Tormentor
Tooth be Told...
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NOTE: All my writing is sfw and noms free. Iām not comfortable writing noms despite reading/re-blogging the odd post. I tag all my fics accordingly and have content warnings before them as well. I stand by Human creators and I will not ever post any content used/made by AI. Just wanted to add that here :>
Submissions!!!
Thatās one way to keep warm :D by @. local-squishmallowĀ ā ļø sw vore
Just Try Not to CrashĀ (a Jornos fanfic) by @.munchkin1156Ā
Tiny houses!!
Tiny Bedroom
I have finished one! but I have many more I will finish in the future someday
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Last updated: 25th of June 2026
Anyway yall ever hear about the process of diaphonization? Its where you turn a (usually small) specimen's flesh and tissues clear, and then dye the bones (usually a blue-to-violet color). People use this process to better understand anatomy and whatnot. Side note, i found a tiny diaphonized dragon on esty. It will be here monday : D
Anyway... I got super inspired, and have thusly created a whole au around the concept. This drawing occurs later in the story, which i will hopefully have the bullet points done for soon : D
Lemme know if yall wanna see the process video of this one! Im very proud of it, it gave me hell <3
Taglist!
@brick-a-doodle-do @i-am-beckyu @da3dm @kayla-crazy-stuffs @skullsnbruises @munchkin1156 @gt-daboss @coolest-moon @plinko-popups @spirallingcounterclockwise (castle lemme know if you still wanna be tagged on stuff like this pretty please)
I've been free from working for a whole week and it is so wild to me, how little I've been on my phone or laptop this week, because I've been able to get out of the house, see friends, do jobs I've literally had no time or energy for and how GOOD I've been feeling!
Like college stuff doesn't start for another week, but like I'd go on the socials at work because I was BORED! Like I'd finish all my work and then any free time was just scrolling and geez I didn't think I was too bad, but like if this last week is any indication to my screen time it was BAD!!!! So if I suddenly get really slow at replying or don't see stuff right away, just know I'm lowering my screen time :3
Anyways, today is the first time in a week I've done any computer work and I know once college starts it's all going to be online, but like I'll have more purpose and stricter deadlines so I'm genuinely excited to start studying because I'll actually have a goal to work towards with assignment deadlines and no time to doom scroll at school. I'm so happy I made this decision now! No regrets honest!
Plus, now I can spend as much time or as little time writing as I want and it's so great having this fresh mind set! Anyways just a mini rant because I feel like it and back to writing!!!
You see a lot of art and stories with borrowers/fairies/etc riding or taming mice, rats, crows, hawks, etc - and don't get me wrong I love those - but I feel like there's not enough art or writing of borrowers interacting with bugs.
Just think of how many spiders you find in your home on a regular basis. Think of how many other bugs are crawling in your walls and void spaces. Think of how many bugs are in a square meter of your yard. I have to imagine that borrowers, especially if outside, would constantly be running into critters.
Consider the following:
Picking aphids off crops. It's probably like a human plucking grapes off a vine, except they can move and have legs. If you're very patient you might get a ladybug to eat one out of your hand
Going into your dug-out cellar and there's 3 hibernating woolly bear caterpillars just curled up in a corner somehow
Trying to get back into your house at night but the humans left a light on and there's one of those giant silk moths in your way and even though it's literally harmless you're too scared to shoo it because it's bigger than you
Keeping a wolf spider as a pet in your house. It darts across your floors at all hours, keeping your home pest free. But sometimes it just jumps on you out of nowhere
short Store Shifter AU silly story that iāve just had in the back of my head in forever
(technically not g/t but itās a g/t au so it counts)
Dream didnāt work as the manager at a store cause it was peaceful. He didnāt. He didnāt walk into work thinking that everyone would speak quietly and politely and have perfect manners. He expected screaming children, horrible customers, broken items.
That being said, he was not prepared to get complaints about a screaming match from the employee only stock room.
Moving closer to the door to handle the problem, he immediately knew why everyone was complaining. Holy shit they were loud. Preparing himself for whatever heād find behind the door, he moved in to assess what had happened.
The place was a mess. There were crates of fruit and vegetables everywhere for some ungodly reason, and in the middle of it all screaming at each other were Sapnap and George, the only people heād asked to work the backrooms that day.
āWhat the hell happened in here?!ā Dream yelled just to be heard, and both immediately fell silent before Sapnap shot back in.
āYour boyfriend is fucking blind!ā
āIām not youāre just an idiot!!ā
āOk, ok,ā Dream cut in, trying to defuseā¦whatever this was. āWhat happened. Explain, Sapnap first. Cause heās worked here longer.ā Dream elaborated at Georgeās pout.
āI was sorting things as I always do and George said I was doing it wrong and started putting it other places and I said āno iām notā and he insisted I was.ā
āOk, now George.ā
āHe canāt fucking read. Iām trying to sort the tropical fruits in one area and vegetables in another! Heās sticking, likeā¦celery and bananas together and stuff!ā
āHeās sorting by color, George.ā
āI just couldnāt think of any other fruit off the top of my head that was the same color, but you get my point.ā George waved him off. āSome of these have shorter shelf lives, but he doesnāt know that cause he canāt read the labels.ā Dream paused at that. Didā¦.he mean ripe yellow bananas or was he thinking of less ripened green ones? Shouldnāt he have been able to figure out what Sapnap was doing?
āHe was complaining that I was putting lemons and limes in the same crate.ā Sapnap interjected, arms crossed and still obviously irritated.
āWhy wouldnāt you separate them?? What if someone wants a lemon and they pick up a lime by mistake?ā George insisted.
āThen theyād put it down and pick up a lemon, dumbass.ā
That comment almost got another shouting match started between them, but Dream was starting to put the pieces together.
āGeorge. Look over here.ā Dream walked over to the crates, picking up a lime in one hand and a lemon in the other. āWhich one of these is the lime.ā He asked calmly. Sapnap looked confused, but George just sighed in frustration.
āYou canāt fucking tell! Thatās why they should be in different crates, theyāre like the exact same fruit-ā
āNo, George, theyāre not.ā Dream interrupted calmly. āSapnap and I can tell the difference between them fine. Itāsā¦itās just you.ā Now it was Georgeās turn to look confused. Dream set the fruits down.
āWhat color is grass?ā
āWhat??ā
āJust answer, George.ā
George rolled his eyes. āGreen. Duh.ā
āOk, now point to a fruit thatās the same color as grass.ā
George pointed at a pineapple, and Sapnap stared at him like he had two heads. Dream put his head in his hands.
āGeorge I think youāre colorblind.ā
āWhat the fuck is that??ā
āIt means that you canāt see colors like the rest of us can. To Sapnap and I, a pineapple looks nothing like grass. Thatās a different color but i donāt think you can see it.ā George and Sapnap were wide eyed. Dream continued. āIt also means that I paired a man who sorts by color and canāt read with a man who sorts by words and canāt see colors. Thatās why you two havenāt been able to agree on anything.ā
They were both silent for a moment. āThatā¦actually makes a lot of things make sense.ā Sapnap replied eventually. āWe could never trust him to gather berries cause he brought back poisoned ones a few times.ā
āMore than a few. Tina banned me from cooking.ā George admitted. āSo I justā¦canāt see colors?ā
āYou see colors differently.ā Dream tried to explain. āI donāt know what kind of colorblindness you have, but you can probably see some colors but not others. We can figure it out later, there are tests for it. In the meantime, I can get Hannah or Foolish in here to help George, cause they sort with words, too. Sapnap, you wanna come help me with something else?ā
Sapnap and George looked over to each other for a moment, and Dream was reminded that for as much as it looked like theyād only known each other for a few weeks from his perspective, the two of them had years of history between them as they seemingly communicated without saying or doing anything.
āThatās alright.ā George eventually said, turning back to Dream. āI think we can figure this out, now that we know the issue.ā
āWe like working with each other,ā Sapnap added. āEven if it may not sound like it.ā
āWell, if you two can keep it down and not attack each other, I think I can let you finish this. Just let me know if you need anything else, ok? George, if you need extra help right now, there are apps you can download that tell you actual colors.ā
The two nodded at Dream, going back to the fruit with Sapnap now obnoxiously announcing the proper color of every single item. George fondly pushed him away, rolling his eyes and telling him to shut it or on the rare occasion, actually be surprised by what Sapnap said and ask more about it. Dream just took a minute to watch them bicker, laughing to himself as he eventually let them be.
It's been a while since the whole incident with Technoblade and Tommy's been keeping to himself to give the Crafts some space. Seems he's been away a bit too long as his fears begin to creep back in.
Chapter 14 : Progression
Ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5, ch 6, ch 7 , ch 8, ch 9, ch 10, ch 11, ch 12, ch 13, cw: fear of abandonment, general fear, panic and anxiety, awkwardness, it's bonding time and fluff!!!!
wc: 4326
Disclaimer! This story is based on the characters of the Dream SMP and not the real life content creators. Anything that occurs in this story is purely fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you.
Tommy sighed contently as he relaxed further into the couch cushions behind him. Phil was sitting across from him in the green recliner reading a book on crows, whilst Wilbur sat on the floor in front of him, using the couch as back rest, whilst the TV softly played a movie about a woman pretending to be a man in a Chinese army in front of them.
āThis is the part where she buries the army in snow. Itās okay though, thereās no gore or anything.ā Wilbur whispered to Tommy, his voice full of warmth as he looked out for the younger, knowing he didnāt like bloody scenes.Ā
The Borrower had seen bits of this movie from atop the book shelf before, but it was kind of Wilbur to look out for him just in case. He was enjoying watching the whole screen, as the movie played out. The mood was calm and the only thing that would make the night perfect, would be if Technoblade would join them.
āMay I join you?āĀ
As if Tommyās thoughts had willed it, Technoblade stood in the hallway, arms in his red hoodie pockets, with his pink hair in loose braid, resting on his shoulder. The teen quietly waited for permission to enter the living room.
āOf course!ā Tommy smiled brightly, as he nodded and waved Technoblade into the room. The teen rounded the couch to take a seat beside the blond as Tommy shifted over to make space.Ā
After some soft shuffling, the room settled back into a calm quiet, as the movie continued to play. Tommy looked around the room, his family; finally all together in the same space, happy and comfortable together. Tommy closed his eyes, settling back into the pillow.Ā
āNow this was the perfect eve-ā
āWhatās that on your jeans?ā Technoblade asked, cutting Tommy's thought off short, as he felt the Beanās hand on his leg. Tommy peaked an eye open to see Technoblade looking at something on his jeans.Ā
āItās blue paint.ā Wilbur stated blankly, the warmth suddenly gone, the teen having turned around now staring at the massive blue splotch of dried paint on his leg.Ā
Instinctively, Tommy pulled his leg away from the Technoblade to his chest, the gaze of all three Craft family members following his leg unnervingly as he did so. The atmosphere of the room darkened, and suddenly Tommy wasnāt so content to see the rest of the movie.
āYou know what, itās getting late and Iāve already seen this movie before,ā Tommy explained in an uneasy, upbeat tone, as he hastily pushed himself up and off the couch. āI think I might just head home early.āĀ
āWhatās the rush Tommy?ā Phil asked, slowly standing from the recliner, his gaze never leaving the boy as he crept forward. āDo you have something to hide?ā
āWhaaat?ā Tommy feigned confusion, sweat forming on his brow as he walked backwards towards the front door. All three Crafts had now stood and were slowly following him, synchronised in step, as he inched backwards. āYou know me, big man. What could I possibly have to hide?ā
āCurious question Tommy,ā Wilbur replied tonelessly as the Beans advanced, pushing Tommy down the corridor as the three Beans came together, side by side. āYou wouldnāt be the one responsible for things going missing, would you?ā
Tommy swallowed hard as his heart rate spiked.Ā
Something was wrong.Ā
āYou said it was mice, but somehow I doubt that is true.ā Phil taunted darkly, Tommy tensing as his back made contact with the cold front door.Ā
āQuit it guys, youāre freaking me out.ā Tommy laughed nervously, his hand searching for the door handle behind him, his gaze never leaving the three Beans as they continued to approach.Ā
āOh Tommy,ā Wilbur spoke in a sickly sweet tone, āDid you really think we wouldnāt figure it out?āĀ
āWhat?ā Tommyās thoughts short circuited, as he processed what Wilbur had just said. āHe couldnāt mean? Heād been so careful, how would he know?ā
āThat you werenāt really like us.ā Technoblade spat the dreaded words coldly, a sick smile of delight crept up his face.
Tommy was fully panicking now. Whatever was going on, this wasnāt the Craft Family that he knew and loved. They were possessed, or clones or evil twins- just not his Crafts! He turned to grab the door handle, to yank it open, but was alarmed to find the handle missing all together.Ā
āOh come now Tommy, you canāt get away that easily.ā Phil remarked as he stalked closer, Tommy whipping back around as he realised how close they were now. āFaking it all to get our love and affection? Honestly I thought you were smarter than that.ā
āSTOP!ā Tommy yelled, squeezing his eyes shut, wishing everything would just go back to normal. āI DIDNāT FAKE ANYTHING! I LOVE YOU GUYS!ā
āLove us?ā Technoblade asked incredulously. āHow can a pest love anything?ā
Tommy snapped his eyes open and had to crane his head up to look at the three looming shadows of the Human Beans towering above him. He had shrunk.
All traces of love and kindness were gone from their faces, replaced by a malicious grins and ill intent in their eyes. That was all Tommy needed to see to know he was no longer an equal, but a prize to be fought over.Ā
āI think itād be best we keep you somewhere you canāt cause any more trouble, donāt you think?āĀ
Tommy didnāt even know who was speaking to him now, all he could focus on was the jar that had appeared in Philās grasp.Ā
āGrab him.ā
Tommy screamed, and began banging and clawing at the door, the walls around him fading to black as he desperately tried to get away.Ā
āPLEASE NO! YOU DONāT HAVE TO DO THIS!ā He screamed as the Beans knelt down, trapping him against the door. āIāLL LEAVE! YOUāLL NEVER HAVE TO SEE ME AGAIN, JUST LET ME GO!!! IāM SORRY!āĀ
The Borrowerās world grew darker, the Beansā figures blocking out all sources of light as Tommyās hand grew bloodied from how hard he was punching and scratching at the door.Ā
It couldnāt end like this. Not with them. Not his familyā¦
Tommy had just enough time to turn his head as a hand filled his vision, the last of the light snuffed out as he was completely engulfed in the Human Beanās hand.
āNO!ā Tommy yelled breathlessly, as he snapped up in bed, his heart pounding as a cold sweat dripped down his back.
His head whipped around, searching for any signs of the Crafts, hands, or jars, but all that met him was silence and the soft glow of his fairy lights, gently lighting up the space of his shoe box home.
āOh.ā Tommy shakily sighed, his shoulders sagging as his gaze landed on Henry who was head down on the floor. āI-It was only a d-dream. Just a dream.ā
The Borrower reached over, snagging the cow plush from the floor and hugging it tightly as he slowly laid back down on his nest of blankets. Heād had a nightmare. None of it was real. He hadnāt been found out. Just a cruel trick created by his deepest fears and anxiety.Ā
Tommy laid in bed for a while just to let his nerves subside, as he took slow, deliberate deep breaths. That had all felt far too real for the Shifter. The events of last week must have been getting to him worse than he thought.Ā
After the incident with Techoblade, Tommy had kept to himself for the last two weeks. Heād made a couple of borrowing trips for snacks, but he didnāt waste time staying for longer than a few minutes, before getting back to the walls. Heād texted Wilbur and Phil a few times from the garage just to check in, but his mind had been occupied with Technoblade and how he could get to know the Bean without getting murdered in the process.Ā
Heād come up with a few ideas, like trying lunch again with Phil, or playing a game with him and Wilbur, but the moment of being caught in the kitchen; the pure rage on Technobladeās face, had snuffed out any further planning. Seemed those scary memories of almost being caught were plaguing him far worse than he had realised.Ā
It was Saturday morning, and based on the light seeping in under the guitar pic door, he had more than justly overslept. Tommy ran his fingers down the back of the cow plush, squeezing it comfortingly in a hug. Perhaps heād been away long enough now a visit would be okay? He could really do with a proper hug from Phil or Wilbur right about now.
When he felt ready, Tommy pushed himself out of bed and got changed- purposely checking that the jeans he wore had no paint stains on them, before heading out of the walls, shifting, and making his way around to the Craftsā front door. He quickly raced up to the path and knocked a few times on the door, waiting for someone to come answer it. After a minute or so, soft footfalls approached from inside and Tommy relaxed, prepared to greet Phil as the door swung open.
āHey Phil! Nice to see youā¦ā The words died in Tommyās throat when he was met with Technoblade.Ā
The tall pink haired teen had his reading glasses perched on his nose, and faced the blond with an equally surprised look on his face at seeing Tommy at the door. A flicker of annoyance flashed over the teens face, and instinct to react took Tommy over, as he rushed out an apology having disturbed Technoblades apparent peace.Ā
āS-Sorry! Sorry! I thought it was Phil coming to the door.ā Tommy stammered quickly, keeping his head down as he shuffled awkwardly on the spot. āIs he or Wil around? If not, I can go.āĀ
Tommy wasnāt sure how Technoblade would react at seeing him, but when he looked up, he didnāt look angry, more so he looked to be feeling equally as awkward as the boy felt. But he thought he was-
āUm, no theyāre not.ā Technoblade explained as he scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly. āHeās taken Wilbur to a Doctorās appointment this morning and they wonāt be back until later this afternoon.āĀ
Tommy nodded in understanding, as the two just stood awkwardly by the door, unsure of what to do next. Tommy still wasnāt sure if he was even okay to even be in Technobladeās presence at the moment. He was just about to turn and leave when Technoblade spoke up.
āYou can come in and wait if you like. Iām just about to have some lunch, but youāre welcome to join me or watch a movie until they get back.āĀ
Tommy stood slightly dumbfounded by the statement.Ā
That was the last thing he had expected the pinket to offer. If anything, he was ready for another interrogation session- not lunch! Tommy studied the elderās face, unsure if he was reading the situation right, but unlike the fury he felt last time, Technoblade really did seem genuine with his offer.Ā
āOnly if thatās okay.ā Tommy asked tentatively, biting his lip as he scuffed the toe of his sneaker against the front porch in a restless rhythm. āI donāt want to be a bother.ā
āItās fine.ā Technoblade assured him, turning to walk inside and leaving Tommy at the door. āI kind of owe you a do-over for lunch anyway.āĀ
Tommy stood a little longer, waiting for Technoblade to turn back and snap at him, or slam the door in his face, but when the teen rounded the corner to the kitchen, leaving the door wide open, Tommy took a step closer to the door.Ā
āIf youāre not coming in, could you at least shut the door?ā Technoblade called from the kitchen, making Tommy flinch at the request. āYouāll let the bugs in.āĀ
Tommy stared at the door, noting the handle was where it had always been, and walked over to test its mobility. He held the handle and pulled down on it, noting the locking mechanism in the door moved in and out like normal, and sighed in relief. It was real, the door still worked and Technoblade had invited him in. While he still felt a little on edge, if Technoblade had invited him in then maybe this was the opportunity he had been hoping for? The Bean did say he owed him a do-over.Ā
Walking inside, Tommy pulled the door in behind him, closing it with a soft click before making his way down the hall into the living room. Technoblade was in the kitchen, a loaf of bread with what looked like ham and cheese on the counter, and was putting together a sandwich.Ā
āSo thereās not a lot on offer in the fridge at the moment, as Dad hasnāt gone grocery shopping in awhile, but you ate a lot of ham and cheese sandwiches last time and lucky for you, thatās all weāve got.ā Technoblade said as he pulled out a knife to cut the sandwich in half. āHow many would you like?āĀ
āUm, just one is okay, thanks. Iām not super hungry at the moment.ā Tommy replied, slightly surprised by the teens' hospitality, as he moved further into the living room and over to the dining table. There were a few books scattered across the table's surface, with covers of Fencers and fancy looking swords/knives which caught the blondās attention.
āIf you want to sit where Phil normally sits at the end, then I donāt have to move any of my stuff.ā Technoblade called to him and pulled out another slice of bread. āUnless you want to sit on the couch.ā
Tommy shook his head as he quickly moved over and took a seat in Phil's chair, but once sitting he couldnāt tear his eyes away from the book of swords. Tommy knew Technoblade had an impressive collection of knives, but it had been awhile since he dared to go into the Beanās room to steal a glance at them. The book to his right was enticing; the cover showing a silver knife with a red decorated hilt, and the Borrower side of him was beckoning him to get a closer look.
What he would give to have a blade like that.Ā
āHereās lunch.ā Technoblade stated, as he placed a plate down in front of Tommy.Ā
āT-Thank you.ā He stuttered as the teen sat in his normal seat to Tommyās right.Ā
They ate mostly in silence, the two just eating their sandwiches as time ticked on, neither individual really knowing what to say to the other. Technoblade hadnāt been expecting the kid to show up, and at first he was ready to slam the door in the kid's face and pretend he hadnāt even come by, but the image of Phil popped into his head and his words echoed in his mind. Give him a chance, he said. While Tommy looked just about ready to keel over, he supposed if he was to make amends with the kid, heād have to try- and heād much rather do it when his family was away then have them āhelpā.
Of course now he didnāt really know what to do beyond lunch. Itās not like he knew them like his Dad and brother did, so now it just felt really awkward. Tommy seemed quite content to keep his eyes averted from his direction in general, but that didnāt seem to stop the kid from continuously glancing at the books heād been reading.
Technoblade was studying up on fencing techniques for an upcoming competition, and so heād been making notes of the forms and stances to practice in the garden later, but the book that seemed to have the kidās attention was his monthly copy of swords magazine. He had a feeling the kid couldnāt actually read- given the overheard conversations of Phil explaining stuff to him that was literally on the items label, but the magazine was more so made up of pictures rather than words, and it seemed to have the blond's attention. When they had finished lunch, he grabbed the magazine and slid it in front of Tommy.
āHere, Iāve got some studying to do for a while, but you can look at this if you want.āĀ
As soon as he walked away with the plates, Tommyās hand was on the pages, the kid audibly gushing over the pictures with little āoosā and āahsā. Once the dishes were dealt with, Techno settled back down at the table, and couldnāt help a little smile as he watched the kid become enthralled by the pages. He soon returned to his study, but kept stealing glances at Tommy to catch his reaction to each new blade as he turned the page.Ā
āOh come on, now that swordās just silly.ā Tommy stated aloud, as he turned to a page where the handle was in the shape of a fish, with the sword's blade coming out of its mouth like a tongue. āHow could you ever cut down your enemies with a blade like that? The handle would reduce your movement!āĀ
āYouāre not wrong.ā Technoblade agreed looking at the page, as Tommy froze, seemingly forgetting the Bean had been there at all. āThey always have one comedic blade in every issue, but honestly I donāt know why someone even makes them. Theyāre not practical.āĀ
āRight?!ā Tommy replied, grabbing the magazine to hold it up right and pointing to the tail part. āI mean if i used this over my head, the tail would literally stab into my hand!ā
āOnly if you were inexperienced.ā Technoblade replied, āBut for a novice like you, it would probably.āĀ
āHey, Iām no nov-ISS or whatever you called me! Iāve been using swords for years!ā Tommy exclaimed proudly, setting the magazine down and turning the page. āBut nothing as cool as these. I could only dream of a blade like this!ā
āIām pretty sure youād poke your eye out first if you had that sword. Itās literally taller than you.ā
āWould not!ā Tommy whined and Technoblade smirked.Ā
āWould too.ā
āWould NOT!ā
āWould too.ā
āMe me me. My nameās Technoblade and I ruin fun.ā Tommy mocked, making hands and faces at Technoblade, who simply rolled his eyes.
āSure, and youāre a child who canāt use a sword.āĀ
āHEY! If I had my pin sword on me, I could so stab you!ā Tommy threatened jokingly, as he scrunched his face up, glaring at Technobalde.
āPin sword? What, so you could prick my finger?ā Technoblade teased, but the comment seemed to have the opposite effect as Tommy lost his smile and stiffened up.
āPft? Me use a pin for a sword?!ā Tommy laughed nervously. āThatās ridiculous! What kind of idiot would use a pin for a sword?āĀ
Technoblade wasnāt sure why the sudden comment, but Tommy was fidgeting with his hands in his lap and failing to look like he was fine. This was the weird behaviour he was worried about, but he hadnāt even done anything wrong this time, and this made Technoblade confused. What significance did a pin have that changed the kidās whole demeanor?Ā
How a pin got the kid all worked up Technoblade wasnāt sure, but he felt bad for causing it- even if he didnāt understand the significance. He hadnāt even threatened Tommy this time! Technoblade stood, frowning slightly as Tommy flinched when he did so.Ā
āWait here a moment.ā Technoblade asked softly, as he stepped away from the table, turning and disappearing to his bedroom.Ā
Tommy didnāt dare move from the table as he waited for Technoblade to come back. Heād slipped up with the pin! They were actually making progress, and then he had to go ruin it with his pin sword talk. Normal Beans donāt use pins for swords! Now Technoblade was probably going to get his throwing knives and use him for target practice!
Soon the teen re-entered the living room, setting a thin medium sized black box down in front of Tommy before taking his seat back at the table. Tommy stared at the box skeptically, as the older teen watched him intently. Surely this wasnāt some kind of trap contained in a small box? Human Beans were clever, but this was Technoblade. Anything could be in the box.Ā
āOpen it.ā Technoblade urged gently, as he nudged the box closer to the blond. āI promise itās nothing bad.ā
Swallowing slowly, Tommy opened the box lid and set it to the side, as he lifted a piece of thin tissue paper to reveal a pen knife.Ā
Tommyās jaw dropped open, his eyes going wide as he reached into the box and delicately took the pen knife into his hands. Whilst small compared to the other knives Technoblade had in his collection, this one was the longest knife Tommy had ever held. Sure his pin sword was longer, but this was intricately made, and made his pin pale in comparison.
The handle was a light brown wood with intricately carved swirls and patterns on the hilt, whilst the blade was made from a light silvery metal. Though the blade was completely dull to the touch, it reminded the boy of his failed Stanley knife borrowing trip. Perhaps if he spent enough time on it, he could sharpen the blade, Tommy thought as he ran his fingers along the slick surface.
Technoblade smiled as he watched the boy marvel at the trinket. He couldnāt help the fond look form as he watched the way Tommy's eyes lit up at finding the Ruby gem on the bottom of the handle.Ā
āIs this real?ā Tommy asked, as he held up the Ruby embedded end.Ā
āSure is.ā He smiled as Tommy's jaw dropped in disbelief. āItās one of my favourites for that reason.ā
āItās beautiful.ā The boy whispered as he ran a finger over the gem.Ā
Phil and Wilbur had told him before how soft Tommy became when he was truly in awe of something. The way he settled into a comfortable silence as he handled what felt like the most precious item in the world. But to see the frightened boy from before so calm and in awe of something he loved so much, made him feel like it was Tommy who was truly the most precious thing in the world.Ā
After a little bit of staring, Tommy seemed to realise he was being watched, and smiled sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head.Ā
āI uh- guess you probably want this back huh?ā He said sheepishly, quietly holding out the pen knife.Ā
Kid really liked this knife a lot huh? Well, itās just one knifeā¦
āI think you should keep it.ā Technoblade proposes. āYouāll probably get more use out of it then I will.āĀ
Tommy recoiled at the notion as he tried to push the knife back into the pinketās hands.Ā
āNo no- I, I couldnāt! You said itās one of your favourites and- and itās a real Ruby! Iāll just end up wrecking it.ā He stammered, desperately trying to get Technoblade to take the knife back.Ā
āTommy, I have plenty of swords and knives in my collection. This one has just been in a box collecting dust in a drawer.ā
Technoblade smiled before gently taking and opening Tommy's palms up, placing the pen knife in them, before curling the boy's fingers back around it.
āBesides, it suits you a lot more than me. Iām more of an emerald guy to be honest.ā Techno smiled with a wink.Ā
The boy didnāt say anything at first, instead simply staring at the gift in their hands. Something about it just felt so right in his grasp. The weight, the colour, the details. Despite the part of his brain that said he was breaking the Borrower rules by having it, he didnāt want to give it back. This wasnāt a necessity for the Borrower to have, but the part of Tommy that wanted to be selfish and say yes was winning him over.Ā
āOnly if youāre sure you wonāt miss it.ā Tommy asked carefully. āI donāt want it if you think youāll need it later and call me a wrongin for keeping it.āĀ
Techno chuckled as Tommy eyed him off warily, but nodded as he reassured him that it was okay. He wanted the boy to have it and that if he didnāt, he certainly wouldnāt have offered it in the first place. He truly admired how considerate the kid was despite having so little.
Tommy turned the knife over, and gazed into the beauty of the ruby. It truly was striking in colour and everything about the blade just felt like it was made for him. He grabbed it by the handle and gave it an experimental slash in the air.
āWoah! Watch out.ā Techno said as Tommy moved without warning. It was light and easy to handle and he just knew once he sharpened it up, it would be the perfect borrowing weapon.Ā
āHow about we move to the garden before you go breaking something yeah?āĀ
Tommy smiled sheepishly, nodding in agreement, as Techno went and grabbed two of his sparring swords from his room. It had been a while since heād taught anyone to fence that wasnāt his own brother, and he had a feeling it would be better to teach the kid some proper skills now, rather than let them be a hazard to himself.
āCome on, Iāll teach you some real skills before you go poking someoneās eye out.ā
āOh come on! Iād never do that. Well, except maybe to Wilbur if he annoyed me enough, but thatās an exception.ā
Technoblade laughed as he patted Tommy on the back before leading them out to the garden.
Genuinely loved writing the nightmare scene! Was so much fun and all I could imagine was that scene in Toy Story 2 of Woody's nightmare when writing it and ugggh it was good! And yay! Bedrock bros bonding!!! It's been so long since we had nice fluff between these two <3 Now to make them brothers >:3
Thank you to @dingbatnix for beta reading. Bestie is working hard writing their Space Orcs fic at the same time which fyi, you should ALL get super excited for because I am in DEEP with the story and it's not even finished yet so get hyped!
Life update: As predicted, this ended up a little late š Kind of got hit for 6 on the normal post date emotionally and just couldn't get myself motivated to format and post this so thanks for your patience!
As of right now, I officially have 7 days left of work before I leave my job which I'm so excited for! That work booklet ended up being 67 pages long which I'm so proud of, but my gosh I can't wait to get out of this job.
It's actually kind of sad for me as I get ready to leave, to think this will be the last chapter I post while working here. I even wrote some chapters of Jornos here on my break so it's nice to think that my fic has basically journeyed with me from when I moved to the city to this job and onto another chapter of life. I'll miss being here probably, but also won't lol. Gosh I'm not going to be ready when I finish the final chapter š
Fingers crossed I get the next chapter posted on time since I'll have officially started my course this time next month so guess we'll see what happens. Till then, thanks for reading! <3āØāØ
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It's been a while since the whole incident with Technoblade and Tommy's been keeping to himself to give the Crafts some space. Seems he's been away a bit too long as his fears begin to creep back in.
Chapter 14 : Progression
Ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5, ch 6, ch 7 , ch 8, ch 9, ch 10, ch 11, ch 12, ch 13, cw: fear of abandonment, general fear, panic and anxiety, awkwardness, it's bonding time and fluff!!!!
wc: 4326
Disclaimer! This story is based on the characters of the Dream SMP and not the real life content creators. Anything that occurs in this story is purely fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you.
Tommy sighed contently as he relaxed further into the couch cushions behind him. Phil was sitting across from him in the green recliner reading a book on crows, whilst Wilbur sat on the floor in front of him, using the couch as back rest, whilst the TV softly played a movie about a woman pretending to be a man in a Chinese army in front of them.
āThis is the part where she buries the army in snow. Itās okay though, thereās no gore or anything.ā Wilbur whispered to Tommy, his voice full of warmth as he looked out for the younger, knowing he didnāt like bloody scenes.Ā
The Borrower had seen bits of this movie from atop the book shelf before, but it was kind of Wilbur to look out for him just in case. He was enjoying watching the whole screen, as the movie played out. The mood was calm and the only thing that would make the night perfect, would be if Technoblade would join them.
āMay I join you?āĀ
As if Tommyās thoughts had willed it, Technoblade stood in the hallway, arms in his red hoodie pockets, with his pink hair in loose braid, resting on his shoulder. The teen quietly waited for permission to enter the living room.
āOf course!ā Tommy smiled brightly, as he nodded and waved Technoblade into the room. The teen rounded the couch to take a seat beside the blond as Tommy shifted over to make space.Ā
After some soft shuffling, the room settled back into a calm quiet, as the movie continued to play. Tommy looked around the room, his family; finally all together in the same space, happy and comfortable together. Tommy closed his eyes, settling back into the pillow.Ā
āNow this was the perfect eve-ā
āWhatās that on your jeans?ā Technoblade asked, cutting Tommy's thought off short, as he felt the Beanās hand on his leg. Tommy peaked an eye open to see Technoblade looking at something on his jeans.Ā
āItās blue paint.ā Wilbur stated blankly, the warmth suddenly gone, the teen having turned around now staring at the massive blue splotch of dried paint on his leg.Ā
Instinctively, Tommy pulled his leg away from the Technoblade to his chest, the gaze of all three Craft family members following his leg unnervingly as he did so. The atmosphere of the room darkened, and suddenly Tommy wasnāt so content to see the rest of the movie.
āYou know what, itās getting late and Iāve already seen this movie before,ā Tommy explained in an uneasy, upbeat tone, as he hastily pushed himself up and off the couch. āI think I might just head home early.āĀ
āWhatās the rush Tommy?ā Phil asked, slowly standing from the recliner, his gaze never leaving the boy as he crept forward. āDo you have something to hide?ā
āWhaaat?ā Tommy feigned confusion, sweat forming on his brow as he walked backwards towards the front door. All three Crafts had now stood and were slowly following him, synchronised in step, as he inched backwards. āYou know me, big man. What could I possibly have to hide?ā
āCurious question Tommy,ā Wilbur replied tonelessly as the Beans advanced, pushing Tommy down the corridor as the three Beans came together, side by side. āYou wouldnāt be the one responsible for things going missing, would you?ā
Tommy swallowed hard as his heart rate spiked.Ā
Something was wrong.Ā
āYou said it was mice, but somehow I doubt that is true.ā Phil taunted darkly, Tommy tensing as his back made contact with the cold front door.Ā
āQuit it guys, youāre freaking me out.ā Tommy laughed nervously, his hand searching for the door handle behind him, his gaze never leaving the three Beans as they continued to approach.Ā
āOh Tommy,ā Wilbur spoke in a sickly sweet tone, āDid you really think we wouldnāt figure it out?āĀ
āWhat?ā Tommyās thoughts short circuited, as he processed what Wilbur had just said. āHe couldnāt mean? Heād been so careful, how would he know?ā
āThat you werenāt really like us.ā Technoblade spat the dreaded words coldly, a sick smile of delight crept up his face.
Tommy was fully panicking now. Whatever was going on, this wasnāt the Craft Family that he knew and loved. They were possessed, or clones or evil twins- just not his Crafts! He turned to grab the door handle, to yank it open, but was alarmed to find the handle missing all together.Ā
āOh come now Tommy, you canāt get away that easily.ā Phil remarked as he stalked closer, Tommy whipping back around as he realised how close they were now. āFaking it all to get our love and affection? Honestly I thought you were smarter than that.ā
āSTOP!ā Tommy yelled, squeezing his eyes shut, wishing everything would just go back to normal. āI DIDNāT FAKE ANYTHING! I LOVE YOU GUYS!ā
āLove us?ā Technoblade asked incredulously. āHow can a pest love anything?ā
Tommy snapped his eyes open and had to crane his head up to look at the three looming shadows of the Human Beans towering above him. He had shrunk.
All traces of love and kindness were gone from their faces, replaced by a malicious grins and ill intent in their eyes. That was all Tommy needed to see to know he was no longer an equal, but a prize to be fought over.Ā
āI think itād be best we keep you somewhere you canāt cause any more trouble, donāt you think?āĀ
Tommy didnāt even know who was speaking to him now, all he could focus on was the jar that had appeared in Philās grasp.Ā
āGrab him.ā
Tommy screamed, and began banging and clawing at the door, the walls around him fading to black as he desperately tried to get away.Ā
āPLEASE NO! YOU DONāT HAVE TO DO THIS!ā He screamed as the Beans knelt down, trapping him against the door. āIāLL LEAVE! YOUāLL NEVER HAVE TO SEE ME AGAIN, JUST LET ME GO!!! IāM SORRY!āĀ
The Borrowerās world grew darker, the Beansā figures blocking out all sources of light as Tommyās hand grew bloodied from how hard he was punching and scratching at the door.Ā
It couldnāt end like this. Not with them. Not his familyā¦
Tommy had just enough time to turn his head as a hand filled his vision, the last of the light snuffed out as he was completely engulfed in the Human Beanās hand.
āNO!ā Tommy yelled breathlessly, as he snapped up in bed, his heart pounding as a cold sweat dripped down his back.
His head whipped around, searching for any signs of the Crafts, hands, or jars, but all that met him was silence and the soft glow of his fairy lights, gently lighting up the space of his shoe box home.
āOh.ā Tommy shakily sighed, his shoulders sagging as his gaze landed on Henry who was head down on the floor. āI-It was only a d-dream. Just a dream.ā
The Borrower reached over, snagging the cow plush from the floor and hugging it tightly as he slowly laid back down on his nest of blankets. Heād had a nightmare. None of it was real. He hadnāt been found out. Just a cruel trick created by his deepest fears and anxiety.Ā
Tommy laid in bed for a while just to let his nerves subside, as he took slow, deliberate deep breaths. That had all felt far too real for the Shifter. The events of last week must have been getting to him worse than he thought.Ā
After the incident with Techoblade, Tommy had kept to himself for the last two weeks. Heād made a couple of borrowing trips for snacks, but he didnāt waste time staying for longer than a few minutes, before getting back to the walls. Heād texted Wilbur and Phil a few times from the garage just to check in, but his mind had been occupied with Technoblade and how he could get to know the Bean without getting murdered in the process.Ā
Heād come up with a few ideas, like trying lunch again with Phil, or playing a game with him and Wilbur, but the moment of being caught in the kitchen; the pure rage on Technobladeās face, had snuffed out any further planning. Seemed those scary memories of almost being caught were plaguing him far worse than he had realised.Ā
It was Saturday morning, and based on the light seeping in under the guitar pic door, he had more than justly overslept. Tommy ran his fingers down the back of the cow plush, squeezing it comfortingly in a hug. Perhaps heād been away long enough now a visit would be okay? He could really do with a proper hug from Phil or Wilbur right about now.
When he felt ready, Tommy pushed himself out of bed and got changed- purposely checking that the jeans he wore had no paint stains on them, before heading out of the walls, shifting, and making his way around to the Craftsā front door. He quickly raced up to the path and knocked a few times on the door, waiting for someone to come answer it. After a minute or so, soft footfalls approached from inside and Tommy relaxed, prepared to greet Phil as the door swung open.
āHey Phil! Nice to see youā¦ā The words died in Tommyās throat when he was met with Technoblade.Ā
The tall pink haired teen had his reading glasses perched on his nose, and faced the blond with an equally surprised look on his face at seeing Tommy at the door. A flicker of annoyance flashed over the teens face, and instinct to react took Tommy over, as he rushed out an apology having disturbed Technoblades apparent peace.Ā
āS-Sorry! Sorry! I thought it was Phil coming to the door.ā Tommy stammered quickly, keeping his head down as he shuffled awkwardly on the spot. āIs he or Wil around? If not, I can go.āĀ
Tommy wasnāt sure how Technoblade would react at seeing him, but when he looked up, he didnāt look angry, more so he looked to be feeling equally as awkward as the boy felt. But he thought he was-
āUm, no theyāre not.ā Technoblade explained as he scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly. āHeās taken Wilbur to a Doctorās appointment this morning and they wonāt be back until later this afternoon.āĀ
Tommy nodded in understanding, as the two just stood awkwardly by the door, unsure of what to do next. Tommy still wasnāt sure if he was even okay to even be in Technobladeās presence at the moment. He was just about to turn and leave when Technoblade spoke up.
āYou can come in and wait if you like. Iām just about to have some lunch, but youāre welcome to join me or watch a movie until they get back.āĀ
Tommy stood slightly dumbfounded by the statement.Ā
That was the last thing he had expected the pinket to offer. If anything, he was ready for another interrogation session- not lunch! Tommy studied the elderās face, unsure if he was reading the situation right, but unlike the fury he felt last time, Technoblade really did seem genuine with his offer.Ā
āOnly if thatās okay.ā Tommy asked tentatively, biting his lip as he scuffed the toe of his sneaker against the front porch in a restless rhythm. āI donāt want to be a bother.ā
āItās fine.ā Technoblade assured him, turning to walk inside and leaving Tommy at the door. āI kind of owe you a do-over for lunch anyway.āĀ
Tommy stood a little longer, waiting for Technoblade to turn back and snap at him, or slam the door in his face, but when the teen rounded the corner to the kitchen, leaving the door wide open, Tommy took a step closer to the door.Ā
āIf youāre not coming in, could you at least shut the door?ā Technoblade called from the kitchen, making Tommy flinch at the request. āYouāll let the bugs in.āĀ
Tommy stared at the door, noting the handle was where it had always been, and walked over to test its mobility. He held the handle and pulled down on it, noting the locking mechanism in the door moved in and out like normal, and sighed in relief. It was real, the door still worked and Technoblade had invited him in. While he still felt a little on edge, if Technoblade had invited him in then maybe this was the opportunity he had been hoping for? The Bean did say he owed him a do-over.Ā
Walking inside, Tommy pulled the door in behind him, closing it with a soft click before making his way down the hall into the living room. Technoblade was in the kitchen, a loaf of bread with what looked like ham and cheese on the counter, and was putting together a sandwich.Ā
āSo thereās not a lot on offer in the fridge at the moment, as Dad hasnāt gone grocery shopping in awhile, but you ate a lot of ham and cheese sandwiches last time and lucky for you, thatās all weāve got.ā Technoblade said as he pulled out a knife to cut the sandwich in half. āHow many would you like?āĀ
āUm, just one is okay, thanks. Iām not super hungry at the moment.ā Tommy replied, slightly surprised by the teens' hospitality, as he moved further into the living room and over to the dining table. There were a few books scattered across the table's surface, with covers of Fencers and fancy looking swords/knives which caught the blondās attention.
āIf you want to sit where Phil normally sits at the end, then I donāt have to move any of my stuff.ā Technoblade called to him and pulled out another slice of bread. āUnless you want to sit on the couch.ā
Tommy shook his head as he quickly moved over and took a seat in Phil's chair, but once sitting he couldnāt tear his eyes away from the book of swords. Tommy knew Technoblade had an impressive collection of knives, but it had been awhile since he dared to go into the Beanās room to steal a glance at them. The book to his right was enticing; the cover showing a silver knife with a red decorated hilt, and the Borrower side of him was beckoning him to get a closer look.
What he would give to have a blade like that.Ā
āHereās lunch.ā Technoblade stated, as he placed a plate down in front of Tommy.Ā
āT-Thank you.ā He stuttered as the teen sat in his normal seat to Tommyās right.Ā
They ate mostly in silence, the two just eating their sandwiches as time ticked on, neither individual really knowing what to say to the other. Technoblade hadnāt been expecting the kid to show up, and at first he was ready to slam the door in the kid's face and pretend he hadnāt even come by, but the image of Phil popped into his head and his words echoed in his mind. Give him a chance, he said. While Tommy looked just about ready to keel over, he supposed if he was to make amends with the kid, heād have to try- and heād much rather do it when his family was away then have them āhelpā.
Of course now he didnāt really know what to do beyond lunch. Itās not like he knew them like his Dad and brother did, so now it just felt really awkward. Tommy seemed quite content to keep his eyes averted from his direction in general, but that didnāt seem to stop the kid from continuously glancing at the books heād been reading.
Technoblade was studying up on fencing techniques for an upcoming competition, and so heād been making notes of the forms and stances to practice in the garden later, but the book that seemed to have the kidās attention was his monthly copy of swords magazine. He had a feeling the kid couldnāt actually read- given the overheard conversations of Phil explaining stuff to him that was literally on the items label, but the magazine was more so made up of pictures rather than words, and it seemed to have the blond's attention. When they had finished lunch, he grabbed the magazine and slid it in front of Tommy.
āHere, Iāve got some studying to do for a while, but you can look at this if you want.āĀ
As soon as he walked away with the plates, Tommyās hand was on the pages, the kid audibly gushing over the pictures with little āoosā and āahsā. Once the dishes were dealt with, Techno settled back down at the table, and couldnāt help a little smile as he watched the kid become enthralled by the pages. He soon returned to his study, but kept stealing glances at Tommy to catch his reaction to each new blade as he turned the page.Ā
āOh come on, now that swordās just silly.ā Tommy stated aloud, as he turned to a page where the handle was in the shape of a fish, with the sword's blade coming out of its mouth like a tongue. āHow could you ever cut down your enemies with a blade like that? The handle would reduce your movement!āĀ
āYouāre not wrong.ā Technoblade agreed looking at the page, as Tommy froze, seemingly forgetting the Bean had been there at all. āThey always have one comedic blade in every issue, but honestly I donāt know why someone even makes them. Theyāre not practical.āĀ
āRight?!ā Tommy replied, grabbing the magazine to hold it up right and pointing to the tail part. āI mean if i used this over my head, the tail would literally stab into my hand!ā
āOnly if you were inexperienced.ā Technoblade replied, āBut for a novice like you, it would probably.āĀ
āHey, Iām no nov-ISS or whatever you called me! Iāve been using swords for years!ā Tommy exclaimed proudly, setting the magazine down and turning the page. āBut nothing as cool as these. I could only dream of a blade like this!ā
āIām pretty sure youād poke your eye out first if you had that sword. Itās literally taller than you.ā
āWould not!ā Tommy whined and Technoblade smirked.Ā
āWould too.ā
āWould NOT!ā
āWould too.ā
āMe me me. My nameās Technoblade and I ruin fun.ā Tommy mocked, making hands and faces at Technoblade, who simply rolled his eyes.
āSure, and youāre a child who canāt use a sword.āĀ
āHEY! If I had my pin sword on me, I could so stab you!ā Tommy threatened jokingly, as he scrunched his face up, glaring at Technobalde.
āPin sword? What, so you could prick my finger?ā Technoblade teased, but the comment seemed to have the opposite effect as Tommy lost his smile and stiffened up.
āPft? Me use a pin for a sword?!ā Tommy laughed nervously. āThatās ridiculous! What kind of idiot would use a pin for a sword?āĀ
Technoblade wasnāt sure why the sudden comment, but Tommy was fidgeting with his hands in his lap and failing to look like he was fine. This was the weird behaviour he was worried about, but he hadnāt even done anything wrong this time, and this made Technoblade confused. What significance did a pin have that changed the kidās whole demeanor?Ā
How a pin got the kid all worked up Technoblade wasnāt sure, but he felt bad for causing it- even if he didnāt understand the significance. He hadnāt even threatened Tommy this time! Technoblade stood, frowning slightly as Tommy flinched when he did so.Ā
āWait here a moment.ā Technoblade asked softly, as he stepped away from the table, turning and disappearing to his bedroom.Ā
Tommy didnāt dare move from the table as he waited for Technoblade to come back. Heād slipped up with the pin! They were actually making progress, and then he had to go ruin it with his pin sword talk. Normal Beans donāt use pins for swords! Now Technoblade was probably going to get his throwing knives and use him for target practice!
Soon the teen re-entered the living room, setting a thin medium sized black box down in front of Tommy before taking his seat back at the table. Tommy stared at the box skeptically, as the older teen watched him intently. Surely this wasnāt some kind of trap contained in a small box? Human Beans were clever, but this was Technoblade. Anything could be in the box.Ā
āOpen it.ā Technoblade urged gently, as he nudged the box closer to the blond. āI promise itās nothing bad.ā
Swallowing slowly, Tommy opened the box lid and set it to the side, as he lifted a piece of thin tissue paper to reveal a pen knife.Ā
Tommyās jaw dropped open, his eyes going wide as he reached into the box and delicately took the pen knife into his hands. Whilst small compared to the other knives Technoblade had in his collection, this one was the longest knife Tommy had ever held. Sure his pin sword was longer, but this was intricately made, and made his pin pale in comparison.
The handle was a light brown wood with intricately carved swirls and patterns on the hilt, whilst the blade was made from a light silvery metal. Though the blade was completely dull to the touch, it reminded the boy of his failed Stanley knife borrowing trip. Perhaps if he spent enough time on it, he could sharpen the blade, Tommy thought as he ran his fingers along the slick surface.
Technoblade smiled as he watched the boy marvel at the trinket. He couldnāt help the fond look form as he watched the way Tommy's eyes lit up at finding the Ruby gem on the bottom of the handle.Ā
āIs this real?ā Tommy asked, as he held up the Ruby embedded end.Ā
āSure is.ā He smiled as Tommy's jaw dropped in disbelief. āItās one of my favourites for that reason.ā
āItās beautiful.ā The boy whispered as he ran a finger over the gem.Ā
Phil and Wilbur had told him before how soft Tommy became when he was truly in awe of something. The way he settled into a comfortable silence as he handled what felt like the most precious item in the world. But to see the frightened boy from before so calm and in awe of something he loved so much, made him feel like it was Tommy who was truly the most precious thing in the world.Ā
After a little bit of staring, Tommy seemed to realise he was being watched, and smiled sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head.Ā
āI uh- guess you probably want this back huh?ā He said sheepishly, quietly holding out the pen knife.Ā
Kid really liked this knife a lot huh? Well, itās just one knifeā¦
āI think you should keep it.ā Technoblade proposes. āYouāll probably get more use out of it then I will.āĀ
Tommy recoiled at the notion as he tried to push the knife back into the pinketās hands.Ā
āNo no- I, I couldnāt! You said itās one of your favourites and- and itās a real Ruby! Iāll just end up wrecking it.ā He stammered, desperately trying to get Technoblade to take the knife back.Ā
āTommy, I have plenty of swords and knives in my collection. This one has just been in a box collecting dust in a drawer.ā
Technoblade smiled before gently taking and opening Tommy's palms up, placing the pen knife in them, before curling the boy's fingers back around it.
āBesides, it suits you a lot more than me. Iām more of an emerald guy to be honest.ā Techno smiled with a wink.Ā
The boy didnāt say anything at first, instead simply staring at the gift in their hands. Something about it just felt so right in his grasp. The weight, the colour, the details. Despite the part of his brain that said he was breaking the Borrower rules by having it, he didnāt want to give it back. This wasnāt a necessity for the Borrower to have, but the part of Tommy that wanted to be selfish and say yes was winning him over.Ā
āOnly if youāre sure you wonāt miss it.ā Tommy asked carefully. āI donāt want it if you think youāll need it later and call me a wrongin for keeping it.āĀ
Techno chuckled as Tommy eyed him off warily, but nodded as he reassured him that it was okay. He wanted the boy to have it and that if he didnāt, he certainly wouldnāt have offered it in the first place. He truly admired how considerate the kid was despite having so little.
Tommy turned the knife over, and gazed into the beauty of the ruby. It truly was striking in colour and everything about the blade just felt like it was made for him. He grabbed it by the handle and gave it an experimental slash in the air.
āWoah! Watch out.ā Techno said as Tommy moved without warning. It was light and easy to handle and he just knew once he sharpened it up, it would be the perfect borrowing weapon.Ā
āHow about we move to the garden before you go breaking something yeah?āĀ
Tommy smiled sheepishly, nodding in agreement, as Techno went and grabbed two of his sparring swords from his room. It had been a while since heād taught anyone to fence that wasnāt his own brother, and he had a feeling it would be better to teach the kid some proper skills now, rather than let them be a hazard to himself.
āCome on, Iāll teach you some real skills before you go poking someoneās eye out.ā
āOh come on! Iād never do that. Well, except maybe to Wilbur if he annoyed me enough, but thatās an exception.ā
Technoblade laughed as he patted Tommy on the back before leading them out to the garden.
Genuinely loved writing the nightmare scene! Was so much fun and all I could imagine was that scene in Toy Story 2 of Woody's nightmare when writing it and ugggh it was good! And yay! Bedrock bros bonding!!! It's been so long since we had nice fluff between these two <3 Now to make them brothers >:3
Thank you to @dingbatnix for beta reading. Bestie is working hard writing their Space Orcs fic at the same time which fyi, you should ALL get super excited for because I am in DEEP with the story and it's not even finished yet so get hyped!
Life update: As predicted, this ended up a little late š Kind of got hit for 6 on the normal post date emotionally and just couldn't get myself motivated to format and post this so thanks for your patience!
As of right now, I officially have 7 days left of work before I leave my job which I'm so excited for! That work booklet ended up being 67 pages long which I'm so proud of, but my gosh I can't wait to get out of this job.
It's actually kind of sad for me as I get ready to leave, to think this will be the last chapter I post while working here. I even wrote some chapters of Jornos here on my break so it's nice to think that my fic has basically journeyed with me from when I moved to the city to this job and onto another chapter of life. I'll miss being here probably, but also won't lol. Gosh I'm not going to be ready when I finish the final chapter š
Fingers crossed I get the next chapter posted on time since I'll have officially started my course this time next month so guess we'll see what happens. Till then, thanks for reading! <3āØāØ
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Ouuuuuuu, what flavor of "Humans are space orcs" is in the works for the AU? š±
(I don't know if what I'm asking makes sense- š )
Im going with the 'humans are the boogeymen of space' route.
Like, earth is a deathworld with an insanely diverse ecosystem conpared to the rest if the universe, and even the simplest wildlife would kill an alien, even like, a spider bite or something.
So a human, the dominant species that lives on that planet, is terrifying, especially since the few records of humans in space usually end in mass destruction, property damage, and even one or two alien massacres.
The average alien will not be able to survive a one-on-one fight with a human.
I'm taking a lot of inspiration from Delimeful's WIBAR au and Viokaea's Chance Encountes are what Keeps us Going ā i totally recommend both if you're looking for a good space orcs read : D
Hello again bloodymary nationš«” i am currently writing a fic (a slowburn and holy fudge is it slow) but heres a sneak peakš«”š (everything makes sense i swear plus its a smidge self-indulgent)
EVERYBODY! STOP WHAT YOURE DOING AND STARE AT THIS AMZING ART @mysterious-gizem MADE ME!!!
ITS C!BECKYU AS A HIPPOGRIFF!!
I adore this so flippen much and the craziest thing is I started to rewatch the entire show from the beginning like 3 days ago so the timing is impeccable! If you havenāt checked GIZEM out before you guys should all go read their stuff because they are one heck of a writer and one heck of an artist!
Ooooo its multiple stories and theyāre all super long!!!!! Dsmp characters with focus on sbi, broken families, healing times, herds and protection! I am so intrigued!!!
Thanks for recommendation Gizem ! Found my new story series to read!!!ā Highly recommend checking it out!!!
I'm wondering if there's any relationship between your real-life height and your desire to be small in a fantasy. Are you all a bunch of little shorties in real life? Or does the fantasy have absolutely nothing to do with your actual height at all?
The percentiles in the poll options are based on US adult female heights. They're rounded and a bit messy, in order to make the height measurements nice and neat.
