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.

A bunch of stories about the best duo in the Dream Smp.

You were a recruit, asked to join a rebellion you didn't believe in- to fight against people you didn't know- all the while carrying around the knowledge and the secret that... You couldn't die. Not without extra steps. . . . . . .

Oneshots Edition! Thank you for 11K Reads. Y'all are superstars! Many Oneshots To Come, Requests Are Allowed. This Will Be Fun Probably. This is my first ever time doing Oneshots So Bare With Me. Will Try My Best To Not Make This So Grian and Xisuma Centric. If It Seems Like That, It's Because Those Two I Watch The Most Along With Scar Gem and Mumbo. Happy Reading

He stopped to look over himself in the mirror. His hair was still dripping and he had a couple bruises littering his face. Tommy also took note of the small scrape at the bottom left side of his jaw. He definitely looked like he'd gotten into another fight. His family was definitely going to be worried about that, he might even get a scolding from his dad about fighting. He was not looking forward to that tonight. He sighed as he approached the door. Slowly turning the knob and pushing it open. Whatever he was expecting to find at eight something at night, it wasn't this. In front of him sat his brother in a wooden dining chair, with a few drops of blood on his yellow sweater, holding a handful of tissues to his nose. His father stood in front of him, ice pack in hand, black wings bristled from worry. They only seemed to stand up more as the older man looked over Tommy. "What the hell happened to you?" -Or- The SBI are a fully functional family, all secretly working in different Superpower Factions.

- ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ - "You are safe here with me." IN WHICH two teenagers meet after getting dared to go on the scariest carnival ride. © -gardenias 2022

Two young boys Tommy and Tubbo are both given compasses that will lead them to one another. Though they may be far apart, fate will bring them together. !!PLATONIC!! Credits: Cover by: Egg time baybee on Tumblr Also I'm just using their mc personas instead of the real them instead ||This story also includes some scenes that happend in the streams|| ||Sorry Im not posting any new chapters, Im kinda working on another book on here and also It's kinda hard for me to write the story for this since I'm not sure whether im going to add some things that actually happend during the streams. So the chapters will be coming in slowly ||

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

So... Wattpad deleted it

This is a dsmp au btw ♡ The war happening in the forest by Manburg was supposed to be the main event. It was a chaotic blur of netherite swords and axes, leaves in the trees, and sounds of betrayal. Tommy had been passing out of the forest into Manburg without anyone noticing. He thought he was doing the right thing, planning to get more stuff for his team to survive and to make his brother proud. He didn't know his brother had already been standing in the hidden stone room in the center of Manburg. His hand hovering over that carefully centered button. The explosion didn't just destroy Manburg but it shattered the timeline. Wilbur got his quiet grave, he had been begging for but Tommy was left standing on the edge of a smoke-covered crater. Now every breath tastes like regret and his thoughts were louder than any explosion could be. Because when your main hero pulls the whole world down on top of you. Surviving doesn't feel like winning, it feels like a punishment. ♡ The art is not mine This is not meant to be good nor updated frequently, it will be updated randomly at maybe 3 am

disclaimer #1: there isnt really an outlined plot for this, so it'll end how it ends honestly. a dream SMP story (by writing this I'm not saying I support all of the characters here, it's just a fun story project.) also trigger warnings could be kidnapping, panic attacks, bloodshed, REJECT suicide notes, talks of SH and abuse so just be aware! I don't really have an upload schedule either #1 in anxious (14/7/26) #1 in benchtrio (14/7/26) #1 in sleepybois (14/7/26) #9 in dreamsmp (22/7/26) #5 in tubbo (26/7/26) #1 in ranboo (26/7/26) #4 in philza (26/7/26) #2 in royaltyau (26/7/26) #4 in hybridau (26/7/26) (uhm what the fuck that's fucking mental ty guys) disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, or the SMP, all credits go to the original creators. If anyone is uncomfortable with this being up, I will not hesitate to take it down/ discontinue it

Tommyinnit. Young, emotionally traumatized Tommyinnit. Suffering through exile, wars, and horrid events weren't really fantastic things for a boys's mental stability. So Tommyinnit, months into Dream's torturous exile, ends up finding himself in a new home with some much nicer people.

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.

He stared into the mirror of his dark bedroom. The moon illuminated his face along with fear embedded in his eyes. For eighteen years, he had seen the same face each day he woke up. So on the morning of his coming of age day, one can imagine his utter shock. His shaggy hair, once a beautiful ebony, had turned stark white. His wings trembled in shock as his blue eyes tried to comprehend it. What had happened to him? ~♡~ Hello, everyone! This is an official sequel of the Gifted series I started. I know I said I wouldn't write anymore for the story, but I just couldn't hold back. It would be better if you read Children of Blood by Eatmypp69 first, since it's Book 2. I hope you enjoy. also I own none of the art or the content creators' characters that will be mentioned. Feel free to vote, comment, and share. See you in the story! Also, there's no smut or cussing, of course. Probably violence and blood though.

Two Clans. Two Rivals. Two Soulmates. As heir to the Blade Clan, Technoblade hated his life. He longed for something more, something exciting. Something better than a life he was forced into, where he could make his own choices. Is that too much to ask? - As heir to the Bow Clan, Dream always believed in destiny. That he was destined to experience something far greater than just knives and guns. Love perhaps? All he wanted was to feel free, free of his mother's death grip on his life. But no one understands, when will someone understand him? - Techno finally gets the excitement he's looking for when the heir to the Bow clan shows up at his school. In this gang/clan based, Romeo and Juliet inspired book, will these two boys be able to find love? Read to find out! HUGE TW's: Blood, mentions of death/killing -Please don't read if you are sensitive to these topics, stay safe -Warnings at the beginning of chapters -Art is NOT mine. Credit to all artists -Please don't take my story, I don't mind you getting inspired just please DON'T take my story -CHECK OUT MY OTHER BOOKS!!! -Darkside (Dreamnoblade) -Remade (Karlnap) -MCYT One-Shots

Allison "Allie" never wanted to be part of a war. She's a healer, not a fighter-though she's handy with a sword when she needs to be. She came to L'Manberg for peace, not politics. But peace has a way of slipping through your fingers when you least expect it. Quackity is charming, ambitious, and running for president. He's also the last person Allie should be falling for. But he keeps showing up-at her clinic, at the market, in her thoughts-with his sharp grins and his stupid beanie and his infuriating habit of seeing through every wall she builds. They should be enemies. They are enemies. The wars tear them apart, the years push them in opposite directions, and the space between them grows wider with every betrayal. But some spaces are meant to be crossed. A multi-era enemies-to-lovers slow burn spanning the DSMP timeline-from the election to Las Nevadas. Healing powers, found family, and the kind of yearning that makes you scream into your pillow. Five times. Quackity almost kissed Allie five times. And one time, he finally did.

Wilbur, Tommy, and Tubbo are on their own. They meet some new friends, but quickly get tied into a story they don't want.

Tommy, a 16 year old who was adopted. Tommy could always see ghosts but never told anyone, but He meets someone who protects him. Meanwhile Ranboo has been sent on a mission by The Goddess of Death and DreamXD on a mission to protect this boy from what the future holds for him.

"It is your time to suffer for the entertainment of others, child.", the tall being on the right states, its long, silk gown flowing in the wind. The smaller figure next to it looks up. "Must I?", they ask, tone unsure and wavering, hands gripping at their arms. "You will either way.", it declares in response, looking ahead instead of gracing the other with its attention, "You brought this on yourself after all." They turn to look in the same direction the being is and in a quiet whisper, more to themself than anyone else, they reply. "I just wanted to write..." -Or- A traumatized writer gets traumatized even more. !WARNING! The characters are in no way, shape or form the content creators that played them, nor are they the canon characters. Some might be weirdly out of character while others are not. Basically, I took them from the second-hand store and formed and re-painted them to my liking. Also the start is going to be painstakingly slow, probably. (Credits for the picture to whoever drew it) TW: derealization(?), spiraling, self harm, minor harassment, etc. Timeline, Febuary 26th, 2026 - ? Chapters 14/?

Tommy's home life is... less than brilliant. After his mum died, his dad turned to alcohol, and it's been a rocky road ever since. When Wilbur, who has become quite protective of his self-proclaimed 'internet brother', finds out about this, he won't let it go. Warnings: abuse, rape, mental health issues Please don't read if any of these things trigger you, I don't want to upset anyone