Binkies and Superpowers - An Sbi Story

Chapter 3- The many names he gives.

Techno's POV

I'm trying to sleep, but-
Someone's poking my cheek.
I know who's doing it too.
The question is if I do something about it.

"pssssst. Techieeee. get uuuuup." I can just hear the pout in his words. "Techie ple-" a watery hiccup interrupts his words. I peek my eyes open to glimpse at Tommy and I can see the poor teen (or probably toddler) in tears. When he realizes I saw him he breaks down into full-on sobs. "Pa- p- Papa I wan' cuddleees." Without a second more hesitation, I scoop him into my arms and shift into my larger form. I start to rock and whisper sweet nothings to him as he continues to babble with the only discernable words being: boom, owie, and Papa.

The name, it- makes my heart clench. Not in the painful way, like cringe, but the kind where you just want to be in a moment forever. Never letting go. after a couple of minutes of rocking the small (six-foot-one) blonde, I finally ask him the ill-fated question.

"What's wrong Sunshine? I really don't like seeing you cry bug." The moment I had begun to speak Tommy immediately went quiet. He stayed quiet. "Sunshine please, please, please. Answer me." his hands start harshly grasping my shirt and start to shakily sigh like a frustrated toddler.

"I had a Nightmare Papa, You gots a whole bunch of owies, from the man who had glow-y palms that went boom" he pushes his head away from my chest- "Papa, you have ouchies?" The tears start to return to his eyes as he starts to tiredly pull on my long sleeves. "Please 'ave no ouchies Papa." I quickly stand up and put him on my hip and walk over to the light switch and turn it on. Not wanting to hear my baby boy cry any longer I sit on the ground and set Tommy in front of me, and I roll up my sleeves.

"Hey, Sunshine! Look! Papa doesn't have no boo-boos. He's far too tough for any of the nonsense!" While I feel a little ridiculous talking in the third person Tommy seems to enjoy it. He sees my un-injured arms and starts to sleepily babble. Seemingly out of nowhere the little climbs into my lap and puts his pinky in my face with a (not) very serious look on his face. Honestly out of ideas I just throw out the first thing that comes to mind. "Do you want me to make a pinky promise Bug?" he aggressively nods "about what?" He huffs and starts to gently thump my chest with his spare hand. As he continues to thump my chest he mutters 'owie' over and over. I now know exactly what he wants. "You want Papa to promise to not ever get hurt?" Tommy stops thumping my chest and pokes my nose with his pinky. I immediately wrap my pinky around his, "I promise to never, ever, EVER. Get hurt okay sunshine?" The scrawny blonde nods, eyes barely open he falls onto my chest.

Slowly I realize he just immediately passed out, so I let myself join him.

Phil's POV

I'm honestly about to scream. I have no clue where Tommy is. The only place I haven't checked was Techno's room, I hope he's in there. When I open the door my heart drops. I don't see Tommy... or Techno. I start to look around and I don't see them. Panic is seriously building in my chest. As I'm walking out of the room ready to burst I see a hoof poking out from behind the door. Honestly scared of what's behind the door I slowly move it to the side. There they were, both Tommy and Techno. I sigh, relieved. Maybe the sigh was a little loud because I see the blonde starting to squirm. I quickly pluck him out of Techno's arms as to let the poor insomniac pig sleep, but Tommy was not happy.

"Papa? wan' Papa" he gives me a small glare of discontent. Honestly, it didn't affect me because... Tommy just called Techno, the Technoblade, the one, and only Blood God. Papa. I can't help it. I just start gently cooing at him while bouncing him on my hip. (my wings coming in clutch once again.)

"Is that your Papa Kiddo? Yeah?" The blonde teenager nods while leaning against my shoulder while softly uttering a 'yeah'. "Wanna go get some breakfast, Tommy? Does that sound good?" I start to gently poke his stomach while asking him. Tommy makes a soft squealing noise while grabbing and gently pulling on my hair. Starting to go down to the kitchen the surprisingly quiet little starts pulling just a little too hard. "Hey bud, can you stop pulling on my hair?" Now. I expected many different things could happen. Not this, however.