(I know that my Elytrian design and Avian design look similar here- in some AUs like this one ((where only one species exist -> like Avian in Butterfly Reign)) I try to make a little mix out of both designs. In every AU that I have made/am making where some characters are Avians/Elytrians, I will add some tweaks to the design here and there, like in my Same Feathers From The Past AU where Tommy doesn't have the diamonds that my canon TommyInnit design has ((neither does SFFTP!Phil)), so they vary and don't look the same, so beware of that I guess)
Anyway, back to the Butterfly Reign AU.
Theseus, upon meeting Ranboo in the gardens, is immediately alarmed of the possibility of replacement. The possibility being proven right once he finds out that the Royal Family has been spending time with Ranboo, willingly.
Forced into a corner under the panic of losing everything he has worked for, he has to do something he had never planned on doing (unless he were to be crowned Emperor) to get back into the Royal Family's good graces, the something being revealing himself as an Avian to the entire Empire and opposing Nations.
Why he hadn't done it previously was for the safety of himself, being an Avian in the Royal Family only meant a bigger target on his back and falling into the bad graces of other people.
Tensions were rising and the air was getting harder to breathe, the idea of getting potentially replaced hard to swallow, by the next Imperial Ball he has done it.
With a diamond cutout in his poets shirts back for his wings, gloves no longer hiding his claws, feathered ears, neck and face on wide display and a swiveling tail underneath the itchy cape he is wearing, he steps into the grand room.
Chatter immediately ceases to exist, eyes all going to him and watching, preying, the Emperor amongst them all with his back turned to him, turning around and eyes meeting his.
Theseus bows, calling out a "Greetings, your Imperial Majesty." He straightens up after calling out, wings shifting underneath the scrutinising gazes of the nobles.
Now behind the Emperor, Prince Wilbur, Prince Technoblade (<- not an Avian) and Ranboo. Prince Wilburs eyes were wide with shock, mouth parted slightly. Prince Technoblade showed something akin to intrigue and Ranboo stared with.. awe.
The Emperor himself gazed at him from underneath his veil, the laced fabric covering any emotions that he might have shown.
Low mutters started up, murmurs of surprise and shock.
The eyes of the nobles on him felt like knives being stabbed into him, Theseus' body feeling like pins and needles. He knew this would happen, so he inhaled and was about to turn away to hide behind a pillar on the side until he collected himself-
"Crown Prince Theseus."
Was said, loudly enough so he could hear from a voice and a tone he knew all to well.
The Emperor wanted to speak to him.
And cliffhanger because I don't want this to be too long, hope you liked my take on this AU.
Also for the TVatBS fans on Ao3 who are following me on here, another chapter is coming hopefully this month if I can finish it!
@/FractalFiction - ao3 - 9,730 words - 1/1 chapter(s)
SBI
The woman cradled the crying baby in her arms, “Are you sure you want to do this your majesty?”
The king, Phil, nodded, his eyes looking to anything but the woman holding his newborn son, “Take him.”
The woman nodded and walked out of the castle.
Leaving without another word.
Or, Phil’s wife dies in childbirth and now he can’t stand to look at Tommy so he orders him to be taken to an orphanage.
Big problem being the kingdom thinks he’s dead.
An ecstatic Wilbur has his heart crushed at the loss of not one, but two family members
...
Cue ten years later a certain blonde haired thief steals from a certain brown haired prince.
If any CCs state they are uncomfortable with this kind of fic I will take it down!
“Every warning is a challenge if you’re not a coward!”
A/N: I was doing a writing challenge with my boyfriend and the word prompts I got (wish, court, ignoring, pancakes, incision) immediately made my inspiration go into overdrive skjcndkj
So yeah, here’s my first fic for the mcyt fandom, an Antartic Empire AU. Hello, if this fic doesn’t tip you off, found family is my favorite trope and writing the SBI family being chaotically wholesome makes my writing brain go. Enjoy, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!
Tw: cursing, talk of injuries and medical incision
In hindsight, maybe agreeing to let Tommy and Tubbo go out camping without adult supervision hadn’t been such a good idea. When they had first asked, Philza had been quite reluctant -the two were still teenagers, after all, and sending two sixteen years old to sleep in the middle of a forest would have made any parent hesitate.
But it was also true that Tommy and Tubbo weren’t exactly helpless, either. Tommy was the Prince of the Antarctic Empire, after all, and both kids were undergoing sword and combat training under Philza and Technoblade -two of the strongest fighters in their kingdom. The woods weren’t really that dangerous, either -they were situated just behind the royal castle, fenced halfway through by a massive wall, and patrols walked regularly around it to avoid any unsavory surprises.
So yes, Philza had agreed, in the end. And that was going to be the last time he did. Next time -because he knew there was going to be a next time, he knew his son too well to expect otherwise- he was going to send Wilbur with them, even if it meant having to cuff him and Tommy together so that the kids wouldn’t have a choice in the matter.
Anything, to avoid having to step out of a court meeting into the royal family’s common room to see Techno with a first aid kit open as he hastily lectured Tommy about the fucking necessity of seeking help right away after falling off a fucking cliff, what the fuck Tommy you might have had internal bleeding and not known about it what the hell were you thinking-
Philza had blinked at the scene in front of him, utterly dumbfounded as he took in the disheveled state of his youngest and the sheepish and slightly worried look in Tubbo’s eyes. Wilbur mostly looked amused, honestly, so maybe that should have tipped Philza off that nothing was really wrong, but all he’d needed was to hear the words “cliff” and “internal bleeding” referring to Tommy and every single one of his dad instincts had gone into overdrive.
“What the hell happened?!” he asked, fully stepping inside as he moved to crouch beside his youngest son.
“Nothing, Techno is just being a fucking mother-hen!” Tommy exclaimed, rolling his eyes.
“You know that slope towards the northern wall, the one half-hidden by some bushes in the area where we always tell everyone not to go through because it’s dangerous?” Wilbur asked, drowning out Tommy’s protests. “Yeah, guess where this idiot decided to go explore.”
“Oh please, as if a small slope was going to scare me!” Tommy groaned, glaring at his older brother. “I’m a big man!”
“I did try to dissuade him, but it didn’t really work,” Tubbo piped up sheepishly.
Philza sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I wish you stopped ignoring our warnings when we tell you not to do certain things, Tommy.”
“Every warning is a challenge if you’re not a coward!” Tommy grinned. Techno, who was still crouched in front of him, hid a snort in his elbow, trying to pass it off as a not-very-believable cough.
“Don’t laugh, he definitely took that from you,” Philza pointed out wearily. “You all are the reason I’m already going grey.”
“Nope, that’s because you’re just old, Dadza, “ Wilbur teased, leaning his chin on his hands like the little shit he was.
“Tommy, you’re a fucking idiot,” Techno suddenly piped up, letting out a frustrated sigh.
“Hey!” Tommy shouted, affronted. “What did I do now?!”
“You took a fucking healing potion without checking your injuries first, that’s what,” Techno grumbled. “Now your skin healed over a couple of pretty big splinters and I’ll have to make an incision to get them out.”
Tommy blanched at the word “incision”, trying to scoot away from his older brother. “O-Oi, I’m sure that’s not necessary now!”
“It could become infected if I don’t get them out,” Techno explained, already reaching into the medical kit for the right utensils. “Trust me, you don’t want to go through that.”
Philza sighed, patting Tommy on the back. “As soon as Techno is done with this we can go make some pancakes, how about that?”
Tommy eyed his dad warily, pondering his options. “Chocolate chip pancakes with as much syrup as I want?”
“Deal,” Philza nodded. “You ready?”
“Bring it on, fuckers!” Tommy grinned, his excitement now back tenfold. “Big man Tommy is scared of no blades. I’m sure it won’t even hurt that much.”
“10 golds says you’re going to scream like a little girl,” Wilbur grinned.
“Get ready to lose then, Wil!”
Tommy did, in fact, not scream, but after the whole ordeal, Techno did have to also disinfect his bleeding lip. He did get his 10 golds and pancakes out of it, so Philza was just going to count his blessings, try to stop his sons from wreaking havoc in the kitchen, and make sure that slope was going to get fenced as soon as fucking possible.
These kids were going to be the death of him. But if he had to be honest, he wouldn't have it any other way.
Imagine a Divine being Tommy AU where he is Ancient Death itself and has decided to go underneath mortals because one of his Reapers (known by mortals as the 'Gods' of Death), Kristin, got involved with a mortal man.
Like Tommy would be so pissed because of Kristin and seeking out to punish Philza as a way to teach her a lesson for hitting it off with a mortal man.
When he gets there, Kristin has already given life to the two Princes of the Antarctican Empire, Wilbur and Technoblade and as you can probably already foresee, Tommy is not at all happy with that.
The Ancients servants aren't allowed to mingle with the mortals, less alone bear them children, it would throw off the entire axis of the Balance that the Ancients fought so hard to keep.
It wasn't the first time a servant of the Ancients has given life to children in the mortal realm, it happened a few years prior with Ancient Life, only that Ancient Life didn't keep that servant, mortal or child alive, for the right reasons of course.
So, Tommy, intending on doing the same thing that Ancient Life did, goes undercover as a servant of the Royal Family, only thing is- the children that he needs to exterminate take a liking to him and that doesn't fly under the radar from Philza.
And that's how he got to be the glorified babysitter of the two Princes.
Kristin, noticing something very off about Tommy, soon puts the puzzle pieces together and is alarmed immediately at the thought of her Ancient killing her family.
Chaos ensues afterwards.
And that is all for now, I will probably write another post about this AU because I like the concept of it, so, if you like it too, watch out for the next post!
!Prince!HybridPiglin!Technoblade x !Squire!HybridRabbit!Reader
After watching your village be raided and plundered, you vow to yourself to make every single one of those bastards pay. However, after arriving at the military camp, you soon realize a certain problem stands in your way.
One with the pinkest hair you've ever seen and heated glares to match.
Made as a companion piece to my other work, Howling For You.
This is hell. You’ve been at this training camp for weeks. When Sam picked you up from your smoldering village far out in the barren wasteland you’d thought you were saved. You should’ve known you were screwed the second he gave you the ultimatum.
-“Listen, it’s either the orphanage, or we can send you to a camp full of kids like you who want to fight back against the people who burn down your villages. It’s one or the other, kid.”
Kids like you. Right. Totally. It’s not like every kid your age here is exactly eager to make friends. Granted, you aren’t either. But having your rations stolen, being shoved around like a toy, is more than enough to make you high tail it out of here like the coward you were before. The only thing stopping you is getting to beat the prick who started all of this in the first place into the ground.
So high and mighty for someone built like a bean pole. God, what you’d have given for a small warning before beating that pink haired bastard in a spar on your first day.
No matter how hard he’d come at you, well timed swipes aimed for non lethal areas, you’d dodge out of the way faster than he’d get a hit on you. Quickly aiming your own swipe at him, you’d knock him to the ground before he’d realize he missed.
He’s been here a lot longer than you have been. At least you think so, with the amount of leverage and influence he has over everyone here. He never speaks a word to you, only heated glares and huffs whenever he even bothers to look in your direction.
Your instructors are torn between encouraging the rivalry developing between you two, but you two are also actively tearing the camp apart. Most of his lackeys go out of their way to make your life a living hell. Bugs and snakes stuffed in your boots, stealing your sword, throwing mud, shoving you around in the mess hall.
You do learn a lot here though. And by attending it makes it much easier to move up through the ranks once you graduate, at least according to Sam. There is nothing left for you outside these stone walls. Nothing but husks of buildings you used to call your village. The only thing you have is your sword, the top spot in your class, and a stupid pig headed rival.
The medical classes have always been your favorite. They remind you of the kind apothecary who’d take care of your scrapes when you crashed and burned. She always was your favorite, out of all the townspeople. But, it seems the world loves to make you suffer.
Getting put into groups was the norm for many of the activities at the camp, but you hated every one. It wasn’t the activities themselves, it was whoever you got stuck with. Over half of the people here hated your guts and with the instructors back turned they could do whatever they wanted.
Sam is in attendance today providing support to the class. As a man who takes combat medicine incredibly seriously, he seems almost giddy when he spots you. You know that look. A cold sweat begins to over take you. That look is never a good sign. It’s the same one that got you assigned as pinkie’s main sparring partner. You risk a glance across the classroom at the man himself. Only to find he’s already giving you a heated look that screams ‘Don’t get in my way’. It seems he craves Sam’s praise just as much as you do. Unfortunately for him, you’ve never been good at staying out of his way.
Before you can send a glare back at him, Sam begins the lesson.
-“Goodmorning young squires! Today we will be working in groups of two. Your groups are written on the board. Find your partner fast so we may begin the lesson.”
Snapping your attention to the board at the front of the room, your eyes roam down the list. After not seeing your own and Technoblade’s already halfway down, you can feel that cold sweat from earlier come back at full force. Finally arriving at the very bottom, you see your name written right next to his own.
After a moment of blankly staring off into the wall, you realize the rigid form behind you is none other than the bastard himself. You hear him click his tongue and you move to look up at him. He doesn’t even look at you before turning around and heading for an empty table. With nothing else to do, you follow him.
You pull out your own chair and settle in next to him in absolute silence. The other squires seem to realize the rising tension in the room, and their silence only further makes the room feel tight and constricted. Internally, you are all but begging Sam to be on with the lesson. The faster you get this done, the faster you can get out of here and go back to your drills. But, you realize, Sam is not going to give you relief from this hell of a situation he has created, if anything, he seems to want to drag this out as far as it’ll go.
Sam’s smile only grows at the sight of you two refusing to even acknowledge each other while simultaneously sitting barely a foot apart. He sees your potential, the damage you two could do if only you’d work together. Sam has twice the amount of patience than you two combined, and he is nothing if not tenacious to see you two become brothers in arms.
He plows on with the lesson. Technoblade makes you hold the book and you acquiesce, if only because you know he doesn’t have his glasses on him, and will read the instructions wrong, a fact you choose to cut the tension with.
-“You break your glasses Pinkie?”
Admittedly, you did not mean to add on the nickname you’ve been calling him for weeks. But after calling him that in your head in almost every interaction, it seemed to have slipped from your lips in a teasing tone.
-“No.”
Okay, so maybe, that was definitely the wrong thing to say. If not from his response, then from the icy glare he sends your direction and the way his body tenses up the same way it does before he goes in to attack you.
Taking the cue to shut up as fast as possible, you do exactly that. Sending a quick glance up at the ceiling in prayer that you make it out of this class alive, you continue to read out the instructions for him.
You’re making a common salve today. The type that gets put over open wounds before applying bandages. You used to help that apothecary make these all the time. After watching Techno stumble through another step, you decide to step in.
-”You’re not grinding down the plants enough, here, give it to me.”
You don’t expect him to fully snap back at you. You don’t expect his enraged words to be loud enough to reach everyone in the room. But, you should know by now to ever let your guard down around him.
-”Just because you beat me in spars doesn’t give you any right to boss me around like I am beneath you. You walk around like the blood god himself gave you those talents, but everyone here knows you're nothing if not a low born, egotistical, bossy rabbit that doesn’t know when to shut up.”
His words burn right through you. Sure, you’re not exactly the friendliest person around, and sure, you can stand to be a bit more social. But calling you a low born? That has to be the steepest he’s ever dropped to try and hurt you with his words. After all, he can never seem to get a hit on you edgewise.
And hey, maybe if you were a better person, you wouldn’t have reached for that pestle and mortar. The one with the horribly ground leaves that aren’t going to do jack shit and you both know it. But before you can actually hit him, Sam reaches over and snatches it from your hands. Like a deer caught in headlights, you both turn to look at him.
-”You two, follow me. Now.”
You both rise to make excuses to the man, but he shuts you both down faster than you can get a word in.
-”I don’t want to hear it.”
The stern tone from the man is enough to make you both go rigid, and as he turns to leave you both scramble to fall into step behind him. He quietly leads the two of you to one of the many training areas used for sparring. A sense of foreboding came rushing over you as you realized what he was about to make you two do. Leaving the two of you standing there, he walks over to the wooden weapons rack. After inspecting three of the practice swords, he tosses one to each of you.
Turning to address both of you, he starts off with a lesson that you know will be leaving your body sore for days.
-”I want the two of you to work together. You both have potential, and even more potential by working together. Yet you squander it to act like children. This is a military training camp, there is no time for petty feelings or actions. The both of you are going to work together to disarm me and if you can’t by sundown, I’m putting the both of you on stall cleaning for a month.”
You can feel the blood draining from your face and if the glance you give Techno tells you anything, it's that he feels the same way. The kind of mental gymnastics you have to do to stomach the thought of working with him vastly outweighs the threat of cleaning horse stalls for a month.
Sundown. He said sundown and it's already nearing dusk. Sam just stares at the two of you before you snap into your stances. You don’t say a word to Techno and he doesn’t to you. Honestly, it feels like you don’t even need to when you go in for a swipe at Sam’s legs, leaving Techno just enough room to stab at Sam’s chest. But, Sam blocks Techno and you roll away from a well placed kick and resume circling him.
You look to Techno for wordless confirmation and at his nod you both move into place. See, the one thing you’ve always had on your side was your speed. Kick someone fast and hard enough and you’ll have them seeing stars long enough to easily take them down. Techno, on the other hand, has his height and brute force to bring people to their knees. And with the arrival of dusk, the two of you will do damn near anything to avoid those stalls.
Sheathing your sword, you run full force at Sam’s back. Giving a knee kick right along his upper back to force the air out of him. You barely dodge his sword coming back, only saved by Techno rearing up and hitting his sword along Sam’s. While Techno overpowers him, you continue to rain down hits along his knees and back. Finally, Sam drops to his knees and loses his grip on his sword.
The sun is setting while the three of you walk back to the barracks in silence. Sam chooses to part from the two of you halfway through to go to his office. The air is quiet while the two of you continue to walk. Techno stops before the split of the gender assigned barracks and gives you a stare. This one has no heat, no irritation, no anger. You stare right back with the same kind of look. After a minute of staring, he turns without a second thought. Releasing a breath you didn’t know you held, you turn and make your way into your barrack.
