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It’s been a few months since Tommy’s been reincarnated into the third son of the Arctic empire, and a month or so ago he had decided to make his father and brothers his bitches.
You see, in Tommy's previous life he had hated the three men and woman that stood upon their thrones and looked down at the world and their own kingdom like they were nothing. They were all ruthless leaders.
Philza, he was the king of the nation and kingdom. A ruler that no one had ever been able to beat, he ruled with a cruel snarl and showed no empathy for those below him. Too busy caught up in his duties, allies and anything else other than his people. Who starved for money and food.
Kristin, the Queen of the kingdom. She was the only one kind enough to give a slight smile in portraits or announcements. She would usually be away doing business however, gaining allies, people and money as Phil rages war. They were like Yin and Yang. They somehow loved each other more than anything.
Technoblade, the oldest sibling, the most strongest, bravest, and calculated warrior there is. Only being at the age of eighteen. Like his father, he is not afraid to shed blood, he didn’t get the nickname, ‘Blood God’ for no reason.
He was also quiet and stern. He promised that when he was emperor he would wage war on any and every kingdom or country, not caring whether it would be an ally or enemy.
Wilbur, he was also eighteen, the younger twin of Technoblade by seven minutes. Meaning that he would be the last to rule. If Techno didn’t start a family and then die before the kid was of age.
Wilbur looked more like his mother but was more like his father, which was unfortunate in Tommy’s opinion. He was hot-headed, easy to anger, and was always messing with the people in town.
The four of them were a family. A royal family. And the worst fucking family to ever exist.
And that reason is why Tommy had tried to kill them in the first place.
In his previous life he had collected a small group of people in the Arctic Empire and fought for their rights and to improve their living conditions. Saying that they should’ve been able to have more, more than just shitty small houses and unfinished farms. They deserved more, and still do. But Tommy had grown to not be able to care about the people any longer, for most had backed down and the rest betrayed him.
However despite the many hiccups he was able to get into the castle and injure the royal family. He had been able to knock out Wilbur and almost kill Philza, almost.
Tommy had almost succeeded in cutting off one of Philza’s black crow-like wings, after he had stabbed him deeply in the side. There had been blood in every direction Tommy looked, from the knights he took down himself to some of the only people who stood by his side.
He was mid-swing, the blood dripping sword was heading straight towards the older man’s neck until a body slammed into his.
The collusion caused him to drop his sword in the process and when he landed on the red stained marble of the throne room floor, he could see Technoblade, on top of him. His eyes shining redder than blood, Tommy couldn’t move as the older man’s legs were on his stomach.
Techno raised his sword high, but before the man moved Tommy spit out his last words, “I hope he fucking dies.” And without hesitating any longer, especially from the young face of Tommy, Prince Technoblade plunged the sword right next to his heart.
He pulled the sword out slowly, as Tommy groaned in pain, his heart slowly began to stop beating. He could feel it in his bones his last few seconds, minutes if he’s lucky. So Tommy laid there, alone and helpless as Techno whisked Emperor Philza up and ran out of the room.
Tommy’s eyes filled with tears, the marble roof of the throne room slowly became blurry, from the tears or from the wound next to his heart. He began to cough up blood, every movement strained his body.
All he wanted was justice for his father and mother, it's all he wanted, it's all he asked for. He honestly had hoped Emperor Philza bled out and fucking died.
But seeing as he was born as his third son, Tommy’s final wishes did not in fact become true, and he had died. Though the feeling of nothingness was interesting.
Time had no meaning, or anything as Tommy’s soul was left to darkness. He felt nothing, saw nothing, tasted nothing, smelled nothing. Everything was nothing. Nothing was the only thing left.
That was until after, months? Years? He was reborn once again, with every thought fully intact as if he had never died. He was reborn to the family he had sworn to hate.
It was confusing. The whole being born again. He remembers muffled talking, screaming, hands all over him, coldness and he could taste his salty tears. It had been an overwhelming experience after what felt like so long being in nothingness.
The first months all he could see were maids and bars of a crib. Apparently after giving birth Kristin had gotten very sick, and the rest of the family paid attention to her instead of Tommy.
As much as Tommy had tried to talk, it wasn’t going to work. Only incoherent babbles could be heard. It was annoying, he couldn’t say what he wanted and he did not want to be fed mushy peas thank you!
And of course the maids thought he was adorable whenever he babbled! He was not adorable. He was a big man! For the next three months Tommy got used to being fed milk, burped and held by the maids. Not seeing a single one of his new family members.
Today though, the morning of the 7th month of Tommy being alive, he was met with a surprise. The Emperor himself Philza Minecraft had walked into the room, with that very annoying strut of his. Honestly you think after losing a wing he’d be less confident.
“Hello my Lord,” one of the maids tasked with caring for him spoke as they all bowed, “How may we help you?” Her red hair was in a tight bun and Tommy could barely see what was going on outside the crib.
“Hello.” He started, before coughing nervously, why was he nervous? “I've come to see Theseus.”
Oh yeah. Theseus, Tommy’s new name. Honestly it was very annoying and uncreative. And it didn’t fit Tommy at all! It was wayyy too formal for his liking.
Maybe when he’s older and has successfully made the royal family his bitches he can convince them to call him Tommy instead.
“Oh, why of course my lord! He was just sleeping a few moments before..” The same red haired maid walked over to the crib and peered down.
“He seems to be awake now, would you like to see him?” Philza must have nodded his head because the maid bent down and grabbed Tommy by the armpits. His red onesie rubbed against his skin from where she grabbed.
The red haired maid adjusted Tommy so he was sitting in her arms facing his ‘father’. She walked over to him, “He does look like me..” Tommy heard him mumble.
Tommy forgot he’s never seen this man before so he titled his head, and looked up at the maid, who is this? He wanted to ask but instead it came out as a bunch of babbles, he wasn’t old enough to speak yet.
The nurse smiled down at him, “That is your father, Emperor Philza.” Tommy looked back at the man and held out his hands to the man, who titled his head in response. “Would you like to hold him?”
Philza shook his head, “No, I only came to see him. I haven’t seen him since his birth.” The emperor didn’t let any of the maids respond before he turned around and walked out the door out of Tommy’s large as fuck nursery.
What a fucking dick. Tommy thought, rolling his eyes, as the nurse sighed and adjusted him to rest against her neck, “Well our little prince, you still have a nap to take.” Tommy was placed back down in his crib as one of the maids began to hum as the red haired one rocked his crib.
And despite his best efforts, he fell asleep. Which was not his fault. He’s a baby for primes sake.. they need.. lots.. of.. sleep...
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The next time Tommy saw emperor Philza it was exactly a week later from the previous time. Tommy was sitting on the floor playing with his toys as the maids cleaned up his large nursery.
He was having a quite difficult time with this stupid ring toy. Just why wouldn’t it come off the other ring! He pulled and pulled but it wouldn’t come off. His tiny hands couldn't grip well, so after another tug the ring toy flew out of his hands.
And no, he wasn’t going to cry, Tommy was not a crier, it’s just.. he can’t crawl yet and the maids are busy so they won’t.. “Theseus, was this your toy?”
Tommy’s head moved as fast as it could as he looked up to see, well, his father. How had he not seen him enter the room? Tommy, then quickly remembered his plan, you better appreciate this old man .
Tommy held his hands up and gave Philza the best smile he could muster making babbling noises at the man. Philza, looked taken back by this as a brown haired maid picked him up and held him in his arms.
“What’s wrong with him?” Philza muttered, not rudely, kinda like a father asking a doctor what was wrong with his child. But.. nothing was wrong with Tommy, not that he knew of. He seemed.. nervous?
“What do you mean my lord?” The maid asked, brushing Tommy’s hair out of his eyes, Tommy continued to do grabby hands at Philza, god this is embarrassing just hold me old man!
“Why is he..” He glanced down at the ring toy in his hand, “looking at me like that?” The maid looked down at Tommy, and looked back up at the emperor with an exasperated look.
“My lord, I’m pretty sure he just.. remembers you.” The maid adjusted Tommy and held him out to the king, “Would you like to hold him?” Tommy took that as his chance, and he smiled even brighter than before and made happy noises and held his hands out to his father.
And despite declining last time, Philza reached out and grabbed Tommy out of the maids hands, and adjusted him to resting against his chest, Tommy made happy noises at that and snuggled closer to Philza’s chest.
Philza placed a hand on his head and started to run his hands through Tommy’s hair, and despite himself he leaned into it, dammit old man i’m so glad you think i’m a fucking baby.
And we’ll, Tommy must have fallen asleep because he woke up back in his crib a few hours later and the room shined in the moonlight.
Tommy knew he was a step closer to making Emperor Philza his bitch.
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The third time Tommy had seen Philza it wasn’t the best circumstance. He was just peacefully sleeping when he was woken up abruptly by calloused hands grabbing him and roughly pulling him out of his crib.
Tommy opened his eyes slightly, to see some asshole with a porcelain white mask that had a very creepy smiling face on it. His face morphed into one of disgust at the ugly fucking mask.
If he could talk he would have shouted at the man holding him so roughly. If he was a normal baby he probably would have cried and the man who was probably going to either kidnap or kill him was looking at him. (Or at least Tommy assumed he was with how the mask was staring at him.)
“So they were right. You are quite the abnormal baby.” The man’s voice was rusty and not nice to Tommy’s sensitive ears. Where were his maids? Tommy glances around and of course, the maids were knocked out.
Hey at least this asshole didn’t kill them. The man titled his head like a curious cat, “You’re probably the first baby who didn’t cry when they saw my mask.” Of course he wouldn’t! Tommy is a large man, he didn’t cry to stupid masks like this fuckers.
“It’s as though your soul is bigger than your body.” The man mumbled as he began to walk towards the opened window. “It’s quite interesting, your aura is so strong for such a baby.” Oh god, did this fucker know Tommy wasn’t a baby? Maybe he could actually like this guy.
Suddenly the door slammed open and the asshole holding him turned around and Tommy saw The Emperor himself, Philza Minecraft. And boy did he look angry.
Probably more angrier than when Tommy had knocked out his son, and discarded him like trash. Philza moved the sword in his hand to be pointing at Tommy and the man who was holding him currently.
And Tommy noticed that he actually knew how to hold a baby and he wasn’t actually harming Tommy. “Oh and the Emperor has arrived.” The man chuckled, taking a step back towards the window.
Tommy, who was a baby, had to pretend he didn’t know he was probably going to kidnaped right now, so he held out his hands to his father “Dream, what do you think you’re doing mate?” Philza said, glancing down at Tommy then up at Dream.
Dream only chuckled, gripping Tommy harder and it actually hurt, despite himself Tommy let out a small whimper and that seemed to make Philza even angrier. Though he swore he heard Dream mumble an apology.
Huh.
“What does it look like I’m doing, Philza?” Dream took another step back. “I think it’s pretty obvious.” Dream held Tommy in a way to protect him as he got closer to the window, everytime he took a step Philza took one as well.
Tommy was barely paying attention to their conversation at this point, he’s a baby! And he was woken up from his beauty sleep. So he just let his head fall against Dream's chest as he hoped for the best.
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Okay so maybe it was a bad idea to fall asleep? Because now he’s lying against a tree in the dirt in his favorite onesie, alone.
Honestly this could be worse. But he hears his father calling his name and looking for him but he doesn’t want to cry, and he can’t talk yet so he can’t reply to him!
So, Tommy decides to make the best decision at the moment.
.
.
.
He starts to cry.
Big fat tears roll down his face as he screams into the night for his father . Tommy hates everything right now. If it were possible he’d just die instead of being found.
But he doesn’t like the idea of being reincarnated again. He better fucking find me soon, crying this much is annoying!!
“Theseus, thank prime.” He hears the smooth voice of Emperor Philza enter his ears as he is whisked up into strong arms. Tommy looks up at the man with blurry vision.
“It’s alright. Dream won’t be able to hurt you.” His father tries to comfort. And if Tommy is going to be honest. The Emperor sucks at comforting children.
No wonder his kids are such huge dicks! He is released from his tight hug when his father moves to hold Tommy in his arms instead.
Tommy glances up one last time, the movement of his fathers quick steps causing him to grow tired once again. Honestly, Tommy was saving this for later but..
“Papa..” Tommy mumbles under his breath. He’s been practicing this ever since he met the Emperor the first time! Was I even loud enough? This guy is like SUPER old he probably didn’t fucking hear me.
Tommy fell asleep soon after speaking his first words in 7 months, wishing he was anywhere but in Philza’s arms.
Little did he know, Tommy successfully had finished part one of his three part plan.