𝕄ℂ𝕐𝕋 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

𝕋𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕥 ~ 𝔼𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕖

Request: Nope

MCYT: Tommyinnit

Minecraft or Irl: In Minecraft

Type: Platonic

Pronouns: She/Her

Notes: Y/N= Your name

Premise: SMPEarth AU! You're Technoblade's sister, heir to the Antarctica Empire. One night, Tommy breaks into your home to steal resources.

Trigger warnings: Swearing and very short.

Y/N's POV

It's never a good sign, hearing someone breaking into your room in the middle of the night. Much less when your brother is the King of the most feared Empire in the world. I heard a soft thud and a string of curse words, then more thuds. I rolled my eyes, still pretending to be asleep. Clearly an amateur.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you!" I called out clearly, maintaining my laid down position. There was a pause in the scrambling, but no noise of someone leaving.

"No seriously, I wouldn't do that if I were you." I smirked, propping myself up on one arm, reaching underneath my bed for my sword. I let my fingers caress the familiar handle, gripping the leather bindings that were molded to my hands.

When I let my eyes settle on the intruder however, I was taken aback. I expected another burly man, trying to take my brother's riches. This was the opposite. It was a boy of my own age, straw-yellow hair plastered to his forehead, blue eyes shining in the dark. He was tall and rather thin, gangly arms frozen awkwardly in place under my gaze.

"Uh... Hi!" He scratched his neck, giving a short wave. I blinked in disappointment, and he retracted his arm slowly.

"Why are you here?" I sighed, bored. He went to open his mouth, but I cut him off.

"No, nevermind don't answer that. You're obviously here for Techno's goods." Always the same.

"Who are you?" He took a step forward, eyes narrowed.

"Oh, I'm nobody. You know, just the heir to this Kingdom." I winked.

"You're his sister...?" He froze.

"No, I just live in the middle of this fucking freezing mountain out of my own choice, what the hell do you think?" I stood up, facing him, my diamond sword gripped loosely in my hand. He eyes it carefully, trying to quell his nervousness. I shifted the weapon from hand to hand, a smirk growing on my face.

"What's your name kid? I don't think I recognise you." I asked, curious about the teen.

"Kid? We're the same age-" He began to protest.

"I said what's your fucking name." I repeated dryly.

"Tommy."

"Hm. Strange. I thought at first you looked like you came from Newfoundland, but I don't recall any of the prominent members of that country having that name..." I tapped my chin thoughtfully.

"I'm allied with Newfoundland, with Wilbur, but I'm not from there. I'm from Business Bay." He puffed his chest out proudly.

"Oh! You're the kid who pioneered an entire company by scamming people." I laughed, I'd heard of him.

"It wasn't my proudest moment." He shuffled his feet awkwardly.

"Anyway, Tommy, you've got two options. Either I slit your throat," I twirled my sword, "Or I let you go, and I leave with you."

"W-what?!" He seemed taken aback.

"You think I like it here? I may be the inheritor of an incredibly powerful Empire, but it doesn't mean I'm happy." I sighed, letting my shoulders drop.

"You can't be serious?!"

"Deadly. All the people who break in here... I let them go, ask to return to their countries with them. They all decline of course, thinking it a ploy." I picked at my nails.

"How do I know it's not? I honestly think leaving her with Technoblade's sister is an act of war. Surely he'll do anything to get you back?"

"Trust me, this mountain is cold, but I assure you my brother's heart is colder." It was a sad truth. "He cares for me when it suits him, or when he's done looking out for himself."

"I'm sorry." My eyes snapped to Tommy. Why was he being compassionate? His eyes held sympathy and kindness. I blinked in my daze, not used to seeing someone display such emotions towards me.

"What's your name?" He asked me quietly.

"Y/N." His voice was soft, eyes regarding me sadly. "So what will it be, Bitch Boy?" I asked him.

Tommy held out a hand, a small smile on his face.

"Let's go, Y/N."