can I request c!tommy hcs (or anyone else with this concept) for him with a reader who does pvp and the reader sees him for the first time and it’s like “oh I’m ur bodyguard now” so they just rock anyones shit if they’re a threat to Tommy’s well-being
❝SKILLED PROTECTER❞
warnings:: curse words, bullying, etc.
parings:: tommyinnit x reader (c!annon, p!latonic)
genre:: fluff, angst.
summary: when tommy can't defend himself, he needs someone else to do it for him.
a/n:: thank you for the request, I hope its up to your standards! (also sorry about the double line, they won't go away :(.
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it was known throughout the whole server that you were a pro at pvp.
you could take down anybody no matter the height, weight, or skill.
but you still needed practice, some help mastering a move that kept tripping you up. So, you asked Technoblade for help.
and he was more than happy to. you guys practiced outside of his home, it was a undisturbed place with very few people, meaning less distractions.
or so you thought.
Philza had been sitting on the steps watching as Technoblade stood behind you- guiding your legs and hands to where they needed to be.
when out of nowhere from inside the house the sound of crashing and glass breaking caught Philzas attention.
Tommy waddled out with a pan on his head and his arms and torso stuck through a wooden chair.
he ignored Philzas questions and stared as Techno let go of your arms and watched as you swung your sword while simultaneously ducking and flipping.
but you stopped when the glare of the pan in the sunlight caught your eye. You bring your hand up to cover it up and laugh.
the sight of him in such a puzzle told you that he most likely did this a lot, and from what you heard from techno he wasn’t one for defending himself physically.
so you took it upon yourself to be the one to “rock anyones shit” if they messed with him (thanks anon)
when he got bullied by dream and was shoved to the ground and you appeared behind him like a goddamn ender man- tapped him on the shoulder, and when he turned the first thing he came in contact with was your fist.
if wilbur was ever being a absolute idiot and just started being a prick towards tommy (but never laid a finger on him) you’d give him a small slap on the cheek.
not enough to hurt but enough to let him know that he shouldn’t act like that towards him.
you always followed him everywhere just be safe. you had no way of communicating to each-other if something was wrong so you opted to following him around.
you sneak behind him, he knows where you are but never said anything- just taking in your presence.
if you were shorter than him and something went wrong you'd unsheathed your sword, slowly revealing it along with yourself from behind tommy, while he smirked.
if you were taller though, the person messing with him could already see you, you didn't even have to pull out our sword.
just pull that creepy ass anime smile and then you're good.
on occasion tommy would get insecure because he had to have someone else take care of him and protect him.
that added more stuff to the things he'd get bullied for.
honestly, it'll only take some kind words of encouragement to get him back to his snarky, arrogant self.
"if it makes you feel better, I could teach you how to fight? So you can defend yourself!"
tommy grins, grabbing your sword from off the table, "aw that's so badass! I can go swoosh then swoosh and-" the weight of it immediately weighs him down and both crash to the floor.
you suck your teeth, bending over slightly to pick it up from his hands, "yeah, lets just start with the basics."
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