DSMP Oneshots

Loyalty Feeds the Lovers

// Part Two of Ignorance Feeds the Sinners! Buckle up, because this one is very sad and fluffy. <3 \\
TW: Mentions of Manipulation, Blood, Death, Decapitation

Tommy dragged his axe in the snow, not bothering to heave it over his shoulder. He was almost home anyway, knowing that Technoblade was outside training and Philza was preparing dinner. The air had gotten significantly colder, a sign that the sun was long gone.

He shivered slightly, adjusting the royal light blue cape that hung on his shoulders, an inch or two dragging behind him. He counted his steps to pass the time, double checking that he was going the right direction.

When he felt the slight warmth of the lanterns and his footsteps had shifted from crunching snow to more sloshy water snow, he knew he was a few steps away from his home.

"There you are, Toms!" Tommy felt Phil wrap him in a hug, the warmth from the house and Phil's arms bringing a smile to the younger's face.

"Dinner's almost done. Can you fetch your brother?" The man asked, arms untangling and footsteps striding over to the kitchen once more.

"Sure," Tommy listened carefully to where he assumed Phil had stopped and shot him a smile, leaning his axe against the closest wall. He dropped down the hood that covered his head and face, adjusting the bandages that clung to his eyes.

Although it had been months since the incident, Tommy was still told to wear bandages. When they were removed, which was often at night, a splotchy red mark could be seen spreading from across his right cheek to the top of his forehead. Around that area, the skin was silky and slightly swollen. His eyes were a glossed light blue, fading into a white.

"Tech," Tommy swung open the back door and called out into the night, receiving a monotone grunt in response, "Dad said to come inside."

Crunching snow neared, signaling that Techno had finally taken a break.

Spoons hit bowls, the silence in the air comfortable.

"So, are you two ready for tomorrow?" Phil asked after a moment. Tommy swallowed his soup before looking up to where he assumed Phil sat.

"What's tomorrow?"

"Toms," Techno laughed, to which Tommy looked over to where Techno's voice came from, "Tomorrow is a big day. Y'know, vengeance and all that."

"That's tomorrow?!" Tommy shrieked, nearly crashing onto the hard floor behind him.

"Yes! You had been so excited and then you just forgot about it," Techno yelled in his usual monotone voice, to which Phil laughed.

"I lost track of time," Tommy mumbled, "I haven't thought about it recently. Do you think I'm trained enough? I should've been training a lot more."

Anxiousness seeped into Tommy's calm voice, his brows furrowing as his mouth melted into a frown. A hand rubbed the boy's shoulder.

"Tommy, I don't say it enough, but I'm proud of you. It'll be okay," a monotone comforted, a smile evident in his voice. Tommy sighed softly and nodded in the direction of his brother's voice.

"Thank you."

"We're almost there," Techno said, glancing back at Phil and Tommy.

Phil's wings were nearly full grown again, a few feathers here and there missing, but still outstretched. His usual bucket hat was left at home, replaced by a netherite helmet. Underneath the rest of the armor was a simple black long sleeve, most of his weak points protected by the armor. His blue munsell coat was clipped together loosely around his neck with gold chains, the fluffy white part around the neck blowing gently in the breeze. A shield decorated with blues and whites was held by his side.