❀ MCYT Oneshots ❀

[ sbi + dteam + trio/friends ] - kingdom (1/?)

1800s (steampunk maybe? idk man) au with sbi and friends goodbye -a4
(a little bit of implied dreamnoblade heehee)

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Tommy sighed, adjusting his tie in front of the large mirror. It was his brother's birthday, and as part of the royal family of the Somnia Kingdom, he was "required" to attend the large ball being thrown in honor of his oldest brother's birthday.

"Tommy, are you ready to go?" Wilbur peeks his head in the room, checking up on his younger brother. "Eh, I guess?" "Wait, your collar's crooked. Lemme just- here," he says, fiddling around with the collar until it fits snugly around Tommy's neck and tie. "We should get going," the older teen says. "Don't wanna be late for Techno's birthday, after all." Tommy shrugs, and follows his brother down the dim-lit hallway.

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Music and the scent of fresh made food drifted into the open corridor, quenching Tommy's fear ever so slightly. It's not as if he was scared of turning up for his brother's birthday party, it was more of he was intimidated of the people who'd be there. Namely? The Kingdom of Dreams, their neighbouring kingdom. The royals who made up the monarchy there.. Well, lets just say, at a young age, Tommy stumbled across their heir apparent, Prince Dream. They got into a dispute and the rivaling prince ended up threatening to burn Tommy's music discs, his inherited magical heirloom.

Yeah, it didn't end too well. In the end, Tommy's friend and guard Tubbo ended up nearly beating the other prince to death, and the royal families had to have a whole meetup about it. You can kinda guess that after that, Tommy wouldn't exactly be too pleased with them.

Wilbur could notice his younger brother's halted, slow steps. "Do you like, not wanna turn up or something?" He says this with a joking tone, but Tommy's defeated response of a mere shrug confirms that, he does, infact want to skip Techno's birthday ball. "Hey, Tommy-" Wilbur leans down to the teen's height. "Look, if you really don't want to go, I'm sure that you can like, leave at any time during the ball. It's Techno's birthday, Tommy. He'll want us all to be there." "..See, I'd go, Wilbur, but-" Tommy sighs out loud here, resigning himself to his anxiety. "..Prince Dream's going to be there, and Tubbo is on a break." Wilbur's eyes softened at his brother's anguish, and he tries to think of something. "What about this, I'll attempt to just, distract Prince Dream so that he doesn't notice you."

Tommy's face becomes ever so slightly more relieved, his mouth shifting into a half smile. "Thanks, Wil. Really." "It's no problem, lil' bro."

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The time is 18:30, Wilbur notes. His watch is ticking, and it's starting to get quite annoying. Probably because he's been paying way too much attention to his surroundings in order to keep an eye out for the blond prince. Which one? Both, actually. Wilbur had spent about the past 10 minutes monitoring Tommy to make sure he didn't screw up and embarrass himself, even sending his own personal guard, Schlatt, to accompany him.

The Prince of Dreams, however.. Yeah, Wilbur had no idea where the heck he was.

Or, well, he didn't have an idea until the shorter prince literally barreled across the room into him. "Oompfgh-" "Oh shit, I'm so sorry- Here, let me help you with that," Dream comments, running a hand through his wavy hair. "Thanks," Wilbur replies, taking the hand offered by the rival prince. "You're Prince Dream, right?" The last comment seemed to catch the young prince by slight surprise, Wilbur noted. Perhaps he didn't remember? "Oh, yeah. You're.. uhm.." "Prince Wilbur of the Somnia Kingdom, your highness," he says, doing a mock bow. "Pft, likewise to you then, your highness." Dream copies him, bowing whilst letting out a low chuckle.

"Shall we dance?" Wilbur asks, noticing Tommy at the concession table with Schlatt.

"Uh, sure," Dream responds with a light yet unsure smile.
Taking the lead, Wilbur wraps his arm around the younger prince's waist, waltzing around in harmony with the other dancing nobles.

A few minutes passed, and the clock chimed 19 o'clock. Techno should be presenting now, Wilbur notes. And just as he thinks that, a servant clambers onto the pedestal, announcing: "Ladies, gentlemen and honoured guests! Please welcome your crown prince, His Royal Highness, Prince Technoblade!" The applause that echoed around the tall ceilings of the ballroom sounded in Wilbur's head, as he let go of Dream's waist to make his way over to his brother.

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Techno wasn't used to the amount of people staring at him (more accurately, the place that he was supposed to enter through, but who cares? Not him, for sure). Yes, he was the prince and heir presumptive of a large kingdom, but he spent most of his time training with his father, King Phil, in his personal dueling chambers. He'd only ever really gone out to visit the fair haired prince he was courting, and even then, he and Dream were quite secretive and quiet about their affairs (so much so that not even Techno's own brothers knew). Not exactly the best combination for the crown prince of the Somnia Kingdom.

He sees his brother approaching the side of the stage, and they make eye contact. "Where's Tommy?" He mouths, still trying to hide from the crowd. Wilbur replies with a soft, "I left him with Schlatt. You know how he gets nervous around Dream."

Techno gives a light nod in reply, turning around to be met face to face with his personal guard, Skeppy. "Dude, you gotta go out there." "What about.. no?" "The ball was held for you, Techno," the blue haired boy gives a deadpan expression. "It's literally your birthday party," he continues, twirling a strand of his diamond sprinkled hair around his finger.

"Yeah, well. I don't feel like it." "Dude I- really?" Skeppy stared at Techno, face set in a stony glare. "I'll literally go and tell your father-" "Ok, ok- Just don't tell my dad and I'll literally just go." The shorter boy gave a satisfied smirk, and pulled back the curtain to let the both of them through. "Your royal highness, Prince Technoblade!" A secondary round of applause echoed around the room, loud and harsh. Honestly all Techno wanted to do was to see his boyfriend, but it's not as if he were free to do whatever he'd like. After all, this was still his birthday ball, and he had to 'treat it as such'.

-- wc:: 1142

glossary:
somnia: a sick man's dreams // hallucinations // nightmares

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might end up using really complicated words one time or another oops lol!
recently i heard there was a security breach on wattpad, so stay safe guys <3

btw i kinda gave up at the end there so haha yeah,, ill probably write more short one shots as part of this au (it was inspired by victubia, which is kinda like a victorian youtuber comic thing? it's cool n u should search it up)

but uh, yeah! hope you enjoyed! <3
i love you all, a4