Philza Stories

"I stole your brother's crown," Tommy spat, his breath ragged. "I tried to steal your mother's necklace. I cursed you out. I ran away-over and over again." His voice cracked, frustration spilling into something almost desperate. "So why the hell would you fucking care?" Technoblade tilted his head, considering. Silence stretched between them. Then, with the certainty of someone stating a fact as simple as the sky being blue, he answered. "You shine like the sun." Tommy blinked. He let out a short, incredulous laugh-half-broken, half-breathless. "I'm literally the worst fucking person you could pick to care about." "And yet, I do." OR Tommy is the lost prince, kidnapped at 5 and left at 10. But he's a menace and decides it's a smart idea to steal a crown from the royal family. -- This fanfic is also out on AO3!! (https://archiveofourown.org/works/61201051/chapters/156396613 ;under the name Bluee_Flowerr)

TW: Mention of death and massacre. Humans and avians used to get along. Used to. But not anymore. Humans saw avians as uncontrolled and uncivilized: no leaders, no laws, no consequences for their actions. Who would stop them if they ever decided to attack? So what would any good species go about solving such a problem? Kill every last one of them, of course! And the humans did just that, leaving a broken Philza and baby Wilbur as the only survivors. All Philza wants to do is live in peace again, but peace is impossible when everyone is out for the Angel of Death's head. So he hid, taking two children under his wing in the meantime. Will Philza manage to protect the last remaining avians from death's clutches or will the watchers of the skies fade into oblivion? | The quote on the cover art reads, "Even when it feels hopeless, even when the world believes you should be dead, there will always be a path to peace and freedom. All you have to do is believe it exists and you'll find it." (This is my original story, but the characters such as Philza, Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit, BadBoyHalo, Ranboo, Fundy, and Tubbo belong to the content creators that play them. I do not support any negative actions of the creators. I adore the characters, not the actors.)

"Doctor, sir, he's conscious. The operation is still taking place. Permission to use the drug?" I try to stabilize my breathing as I slowly make my way out of the cuffs on both of my wrists. I risk a peek out of the corner of my left eye and see multiple surgeons rushing around with blood on their hands...no...my blood. I suddenly feel the pain in my right thigh as I close my left eye and peek through my right eye. Yup, that bone's right out there in the open. I close my eyes and let out a sigh. *click Amateurs.

Home. It's a simple word. For Tommy, it's something he's spent his whole life searching for. After years of abuse and neglect he questioned if he'd ever find it, at this rate he was for sure going to age out of the system. But maybe, just maybe. This family is different. Content Warnings: Mentions of abuse Disordered eating Panic attacks Self-harm Trauma and PTSD -- This isn't complete yet, hoping if anyone reads this it'll motivate me to continue<33 -Tomi/Tomos -- #1 - sleepyboysinc 11/7/26

𝓈𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒, 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎? in a world of war and destruction, Y/n, must push beyond her past and form a new life. she stumbles upon a growing nation that is hesitant to let her in, but little does she know that the nation will crumble at the hand of whom she desperately wants to detach herself from DSMP!tommyinnit x schlatt!reader TW: Mentions of alcohol abuse, physical abuse, violence

Ranboo just wanted friends someone to talk to, someone to see him. But being the odd one out means nothing is ever that simple. When he finally finds a place to belong, the price of fitting in may be more than he expected... and once he steps too far, there's no turning back. this is also my first fanfic i wrote so is you have any feedback please let me know

Most people know who there yellow is, the person who makes you the happiest.Tommy had found his but at the age of six lost it.Will tommy be able to find his new yellow or will his past trauma effect his chance at finding a family..... ⚠️There will be triggering topics in this book such as death,bullying,eating disorders,suicide and many more so be wary <3 ⚠️ Anyway hope you enjoy my story and have an amazing day :) I LOVE YOU,YOU GOT THIS AND IM PROUD OF YOU❤️❤️ Started🌼:28 July 2021 Finished🌼:? ~lapislas4367 🌼🌼🌼🌸🌸🌸

Grian doesn't have any idea what's happening at this point, but he's along for the ride by now. Featuring: new visitors, huzzah

L'manburg, A beautiful place to live. A special place where men can go an emancipate. The city grew strong and beautiful from its people that lived there, it's community. Alexandria Opal was a citizen of L'manburg. She was daughter of Philza, sister to Wilbur, Techno and Tommy. The young girl would roam L'manburg, it was her home. She felt safe and felt loved in the walls of L'manburg, away from the dangers that laid outside. The young beautiful daughter was not just a pretty face who sat in her comforting home on beautiful evenings. She was a warrior, and had a heart for adventure and the outside world. The world was always changing and fate was very prominent in this world. It would bring the fate of two people from different kingdoms at war, and when all is at war their are two boys desperately in love with the princess. Will the young Princess Opal fall for someone who is despised by her people or will she play safe and fall in love with some close to her?

After a civil war, the country has fallen apart into four territories, each one under the rule of one tyrant: Schlatt. When the other three countries tire of Shclatts' arrogancy and tyranny, a peaceful confrontation takes place. But, stubborn as ever, Schlatt will not budge, riding the high of power. When a revolt is started, Schlatt realizes his terrible error... Wattpad is the only place 'You Were Never Meant to Be' should be posted. I don't write full-length fics on any other site.

Jschlatt goes through to journey of attempting to be a dad, though he feels he'll never be a good enough parent for his son. !!TW! Story include: Cursing, drinking, drugs!! Author's note: So many more people saw this than expected and I appreciate each individual who has read and enjoyed the story so far!!

tommy wanted to be a normal boy, but being born in royalty means you have to secrefice something like making friends and doing thing what normal people do This is a story I wrote a year ago that I recently finished, so I wanted to publish it too. Better now than never! I'll try to upload a new chapter every week, since I have another story (The Cursed Portrait) that is still in progress

~.when a group of friends find themselves in the middle of an apocalypse and lose everything they have worked so hard for, will a new hybrid friend help them? or will it only lead them to death?~ Im not in any way a professional writer so don't expect this to be good lol. I don't have a schedule so I'll just update when I can^^ some stuff: e/c (eye color) h/c (hair color) a/n (authors note)

Art by: @/apristorm on twitter. dream smp/harry potter Dream SMP Characters in Hogwarts. Full description inside. Weekly updates!

"Dream legs it down the alleyway, bag gripped tightly in his hand. His cheeks are already red and angry from the bitter cold wind and his feet numb inside his shoes. He can hear rasped shouts from behind him, and forces his legs to move faster." Or: Punz, Dream and Purpled Was-Taken are in the system. The trio have quite the reputation with running away, stealing and stubbornness . Sam, their social worker, has his work cut out for him. Enter Puffy and her son Foolish. Or: Or: Purpled, Punz and Dream want to get adopted but it's not that easy.

NOT BEING UPDATED ANYMORE Y/N has been in the adoption system since she was 8. Now 15, she only has 3 years until she's kicked out. she's completely lost hope, who would want someone as sarcastic and annoying as her? Little does she know, she may be the missing piece to a certain family this will just be a lot of scenarios and not much plot!!!! sleepy bois x female reader all platonic lowercase intended if any of the sleepy bois want this removed, i will do so if any of them find this, i will scream

In the Arctic North of the Dream SMP, Ranboo discovers acceptance in the most unlikely of allies. [chapter 1: Ranboo in the rain] [chapter 2: sick Ranboo] [chapter 3: Ranboo forgets] [chapter 4: Techno hybrid transformation] note: follow me on twitter @patchpuppe to stay up to date with all of my fics

So, In this Au, mostly all the dream SMP members are SCP's And you are a SCP scientist, from site 19, Asked to go to site 9s8 also known as L'manburg,

Sapnap Halo finally plucks up the courage to pop the question to his boyfriend of two years, Karl Jacobs, on their anniversary night. But just as the wedding is happening someone from Karl's past re-emerges to try and stop the it. ⚠️Mentions of abuse, kidnapping and stalking⚠️If these topics make you uncomfortable do not read⚠️ MY AU (sorry there's a lot😅) : -Karl is Kristen and Philza's biological son and Wilbur's twin brother and Tommy's older brother - Technoblade, Ranboo and Eret are adopted - Kristen is DreamXD and the Blood God's little sister (all gods are related) - Technoblade is the Blood God's biological son but Kristen took him in when her brother couldn't take care of him -Tubbo is Schlatts son -Sapnap is Skephalo's son -Dream is Sam and Ponks son and Puffy was the surrogate mother, hence Dreams similarity in looks to Puffy and sometimes calls her ma -Puffy and Niki are married -Ranboo can teleport because ✨main character vibes from the genderman✨ *all fanart not mine, found on google*

There is Dream. Most days he is an gallery. An art exhibition of all the things that he wishes to forget. Most days he misses things that he has never done and people that he has never met. Most days he is a glass half empty. There is George. Some days he is a true artist, with all the pain and hurt that comes with the title. Some days he is poet. Some days he is a dead poets poetry. But most days he is in love with the world and the pain that it is. Most days he is a glass half full. And there is art classes. Somewhat of an 'in-between'. A place that keeps quiet about all the things that it sees, a place that is nothing and so much at the same time. And it pulls painters like Dream, poets like George and artists like them in to a deep place of hurt and heaven. Most days it's a cracking glass. Some days it's the cold wine in it. And you are given the chance to peek inside the in-between and read about one of the stories that the art classes walls are now carrying.