Chapter 1: I am just a kid
Notes:
haiii anyways this is my first fic so don’t expect it to be good. Inspired by Any Other Situation and Tommyinnit’s Clinic for Supervillains. Also this is about the CHARACTERS not the CONTENT CREATORS. Hope you enjoy :)
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Chapter Text
Tommy loved his job as a hero, it was his dream job when he was younger. And getting mentored by Dream? The top hero? Was probably the best thing that has ever happened to him. Getting to help the civilians of L’manburg -the place where he grew up- was a pleasure.
Tommy was just out patrolling the lower district -even though he got instructed to patrol the higher districts- because he knew Porphyion always patrols the lower districts. He loved talking to him just about anything.
But ‘lucky’ for him, the top 3 villains just had to patrol the lower districts when he was there. He hated talking to the three villains not just because they are the world’s city’s most wanted but because of their powers .
Ares literally couldn’t die so what was the point of even trying to kill him? Hypnos could control the person he’s looking at. Adelram was the most dangerous though because of his talons, he could touch someone and they would have weakness that would last for at least 2 days.
They seemed to want to capture Tommy than any other hero, not even Drista who is probably more valuable than him.
It was just his luck that he didn’t look where he was going and bumped into them.
He doesn’t even know why or how the fight broke out. Perhaps it was one of Tommy’s snarky comebacks? Or it was something more simple, that they just hated his mentor. He settled on the latter, his comebacks could never make anyone so angry that they wanted to fight him. That would be ridiculous!
The fight itself was intense. He could barely fight them when he was with Dream, how could he fight them by himself? It was a three against one, he was bound to lose.
Tommy was busy trying to avoid Hypnos who surprisingly good at hand in hand combat -he’s never been one to fight, always trying to dance around them- when Adelram joined in the dance. Now he had to be extra careful, a touch of Adelram’s talons can send someone to the grave.
Though Adelram had no intention of trying to kill Tommy, but he still had to be careful.
He was so busy trying to avoid the two villains he didn’t notice Ares sneaking up on him. He grabbed Tommy by his throat (bit much in his opinion), Tommy was thrashing and kicking but Ares’ grip didn’t fumble.
Then he slammed his head into the wall behind him surely leaving an indent, he let out a string of curses, tears silently falling down his face. Black dots were starting to dance across his vision, he didn’t kick and thrash as much now, all power seeming to leave his body.
His body yearned for rest, bruises surely painted his body black and blue, both from Dream and this fight. He wanted nothing more than to curl up against Tubbo and Ranboo but he knew it would never happen.
Tommy didn’t see the look that Adelram gave to Ares so when he finally loosened his grip, he sucked in air like a drowning man but it never seemed like enough air was going into his lungs. He dropped to his knees, legs collapsing as soon as Ares dropped him.
He immediately pressed his back against the far corner, knees bringing up to his chest, trying to steady his breathing.
Someone broke the silence by saying “No one here to save you now Theseus,” that was Adelram’s smug voice, anyone who doesn’t recognise that voice would be living under a rock (literally).
He’s standing tall and proud for finally having caught the hero in training so he could bribe the hero’s. He spoke at a normal volume but it felt like he was yelling.
His jet black wings being proudly displayed behind his back making him look more scary than he should be. He was only 5’7 but compared to Deimos and Hypnos -who were some tall motherfuckers- he looked tiny next to them.
He curled impossibly further into the far corner of the alleyway (were they always in an alleyway?) Tom pleaded“W-wait ple- I-I’ll explain! I promise! I-I’m just a kid! p-p-please,” wait he wasn’t supposed to say that, shit, hands flying up to his mouth. Eyes going wide with fear. He just wanted to disappear and forget this ever happened.
His eyes started to water making everything blurry, he couldn’t see the expression of the three villains faces anymore. Tommy trembled at the thought of Dream, that obnoxious smiley face, his breathing was jagged and it was like he was underwater, drowning.
There were too many things going through his head, he couldn’t even hear Adelram when he was trying to talk to him. This is it, I’m going to lose my hero’s license and my job and everything I’ve ever worked for.
He didn’t even care about the tears now, hands over his ears trying to make everything quieter. It wasn’t working. It was still too loud, loud, LOUD. Why was everything so goddamn loud all the time?
Why couldn’t the world just stop spinning for once? Why, why, WHY?! So many questions but never any answers.
“THESEUS!” A shout cutting through his thoughts.
Tommy’s head shot up at his name thinking it was Dream calling his name. But no, it was only Ares looking quite frantic and nervous.
“Theseus I need you to breathe with me, okay? In for four, hold for four and out for eight ‘kay? Copy me in, hold and out,” Ares exaggerated the breaths for Tommy to copy but he couldn’t. He tried so hard but he just couldn’t do it.
“I…I c-can’t,” Tommy muttered through stuttered breaths, tears still streaming down his cheeks.
“Yes you can Theseus, c’mon in, hold and out ‘kay?” Ares was gentle with his words. His usual demeaning manner now replaced with someone so different.
Ares kept exaggerating his breaths for Tommy to copy until his breathes were better.
Tommy’s breaths were still jagged but it was starting to get better with the help of Ares. When his breath finally evened out and his tears stopped, Ares stepped back to give him a bit of space.
“You good now?” Ares asked. Adelram and Hypnos were speaking quietly behind Ares.
“Yeah…yeah thanks,”
“No problem kid, if you need anything just ask ‘kay?”
His eyes weren’t wet now so he finally looked up to see the villains in front of him. He was surprised to see Adelram’s stance wasn’t so proud anymore, “w-wha y-you’re only a…kid? Wh- we’ve been trying to capture a child?” Adelram’s voice cracked at the last sentence. Shock flickered on Hypnos’ face for a brief second which he didn’t often do.
“So Ketaphos has been sending a literal child to do all his dirty work?” venom dripping from Ares’ words. He was undeniably a scary man with his threatening boar mask and blood red cape. He’s not someone you would want to mess with. You can’t even kill him so what was the point?
Hypnos was just standing there, not knowing what to say or do. The stupid blindfold -how can he even see out of that thing?- covering his eyes (probably for the best). His power was mind control when staring at his eyes. Tommy’s been under his mind control once and it was something you don’t want to experience in your lifetime.
They call themselves the Sleepy Bois Inc which is a stupid name for such threatening villains. They are the world’s most wanted villains. The hero committee has been trying to arrest them for years now.
“Uh can we treat the kids head before we start talking? I think anyone’s head who’s been slammed into the wall by me would be fine,” which Ares did have a point, his head was still throbbing with pain.
“I mean where can we go to treat his head? It’s not like you have a med kit in your pocket,” protested Adelram. That was true, imagine how big of a pocket you would need to have a fucking med kit in it.
“We could just go to one of my friends place? He’s out of town right now so he wouldn’t mind. It’s in district 40 so we could just uh take the train, plus it’s not far from here,” mumbled Tommy, almost wanting them not to hear him and just be done for, forget this day and move on.
Tubbo shouldn’t be back for another day or so because of his ‘wedding’ with Ranboo (seriously, what does he see in that bitch boy?).
There was a short walk to the train station and they thought he couldn’t see the glances they kept sending him even with his back turned.
Tommy was practically dragging himself to the train station. He thought about asking one of them to carry them but decided against it. He just couldn’t bring himself to do it.
The villains tried to make small talk but it just ended up in awkward silence. Adelram seemed like the only one that cared about him. But then again Hypnos and Ares had masks that covered their eyes which usually indicated their feelings.
Thankfully they only had to wait a couple of minutes for the train to come.
But the train ride to their place was to say the least awkward. No, more than awkward, the most awkward of awkwardest. No one see to know what to say, not even Tommy who usually has a million things to say.
The tension was so thick that it could’ve been cut with a knife. His head was still throbbing with pain but it was a lil bit better than in the alleyway. The bright lights weren’t helping with the pain.
Three villains and a hero in training on a train is a strange thing to see but thankfully though it was too early for any reasonable human to get the train so no weird looks came their way. Or maybe they just didn’t notice any of the weird looks.
The train ride was unpleasantly long, just 15 minutes too long in his opinion. The train ride was either 15 minutes or an hour, Tommy had no grasp of time. He just knew it was long. It felt longer than Ketaphos training him and that was hell .
The walk to the apartment complex was only 5 minutes so the tension wasn’t as bad as it was on the train. When they arrived though, Hypnos had something to say.
“This is the shithole you live in?” judged Hypnos. I mean what did he expect in district 40? It’s not like there’s going to be any fucking mansions here unlike somewhere like district 4 which is when the hero’s probably lived.
“This isn’t even my place so don’t even begin to judge, it’s not like we have high salaries of up to six figures so don’t even ,”snapped Tommy. Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo all worked hard at Cloudy’s cafe but it’s never enough. Heck they shouldn’t even be working . They should be in school for Notch’s sake!
Hypnos shrunk back at the comment and thankfully didn’t judge anything else until they were in the apartment. The hallways were still dirty as ever. No one seemed to bother cleaning them.
Unlocking the door, the place was still a mess with clothes on the floor and Tubbo’s newest invention (hopefully not a nuke) scattered across most surfaces.
He couldn’t bring himself to care though. It just made it more homely. The place was so different from Dream’s place, everything lifeless, neat and “perfect”.
Tommy went to the bathroom to find the med kit which had the bandages. He didn’t want to heal himself today because it would just make him more tired than he already is. He felt like he could sleep for a week and still be tired.
After he put the bandages on -albeit badly- and took some painkillers, he went back into the living room and plopped himself on the couch making him as comfortable as he can ‘cus it was going to be a long night.
After what felt like an eternity, Adelram finally questioned “So are you going to explain or what?” voice a hint of accusation.
“Oh yeah um sorry big man I’ll explain yeah,” stuttered Tommy wringing his hands together, looking and feeling nervous because he’s not told the story to a lot of people. Not that he had anyone to tell the story to.
Tommy was 8. Or was it 9? When he was found by Ketaphos on the streets. Tommy lived on the streets at the time. He’s been avoiding CPS for at least a year or two now.
All of the foster homes he’s been through always got worse and worse. Parents were never an issue for anything really ‘cus he never met ‘em. He lived with his uncle for a bit before he disappeared.
Tommy at the time looked up to the hero and him asking Tommy if he wanted to be mentored by him? It was a no brainer for him. To be mentored by his favourite hero was a dream come true. Plus, he would have the love and affection he never had! It was just perfect!
Until it wasn’t.
He couldn’t pin point when exactly he didn’t receive the affection anymore. It just started gradually getting less and less. He wasn’t receiving hugs anymore or warm smiles in the morning. Only cold stares and harsh orders.
It started getting to the point where he was actually hitting Tommy. Ketaphos promised to never hit him due to his past foster homes. But he always said sorry and he didn’t mean it and it was an accident the next day so it was fine! Right?
He was getting more and more bruises and Ketaphos always said it was for his own good. That he deserved the bruises so he never questioned why.
He knew what was best for him after all.
Ketaphos grew to be more and more violent and Tommy became more and more scared. He barely remembers the days that passed, they just seemed to merge into one.
The only good hero was Captain. She actually tried to save people and arrest villains.
Until she joined the vigilantes. She joined because she to help everyone not just the hero’s. The hero’s were restricting her to help the villains, plus the vigilantes treats her better than how the hero’s treated her. She deserves it.
The rare times that Ketaphos let him go out on patrol himself, he didn’t really go out on patrol. Instead he went to Tubbo -his best friends- to get help and advice.
Although he works with him at Cloudy’s Cafe, it was more for the presence of the smaller person than the advice. His advice would probably to nuke the government or something worse.
Tubbo has tired many times to convince Tommy that he should quit being a hero and instead be a vigilante, he always refused because the pay is good and at least he can try and help people. Hero’s are always the good guys!
Plus he is the hero committee’s personal medic, he doesn’t want to see the hero’s die even if they’re not particularly good. They’re still people after all.
Porphyion would occasionally talk to him while out on patrol near the lower districts. He was pretty chill and found out they actually have pretty similar personalities and interests. It was nice to talk to someone about something’s that wasn’t serious.
But when Ketaphos found out he was always found that he was just playing around and not properly patrolling, he would get punishments such as food being taken away and the worst thing was, they would always get worse.
His freedom was slowly being taken away from him. The only time he would go out was to work.
But even then he still has to go with him for his ‘safety’.
His bosses are always fussing about him not eating enough and other simple things he should be able to do himself.
Always scared that he was taking too much space, the little things made him scared.
Things as simple as a raised voice, always flinching and trying to make himself be as small as possible but he was getting better.
He didn’t even notice he was crying until Adelram gently wiped them away. That gesture alone just wants to make him cry even more, he hasn’t received lots of love and attention from anyone really. Not even his parents. Was he that unlovable?
“Wow, that’s…so fucked up on so many levels. This just adds to the list of reasons as to why he is the most vile and disgusting monster he is,” Hypnos practically spat those words out. Talking like the name Ketaphos was a curse.
“At least you don’t live with him,” Tommy chuckled humourlessly. Not really knowing what to say anymore. He’s said everything he needed to say.
The door unlocked with a click to reveal Tubbo and Ranboo both stopping in their tracks to take in the site in front of them. Adelram kneeling down to look at Tommy’s eyes and rubbing circles in his back. Silent tears flowed down Tommys cheeks, knees curled up into his chest.
Hypnos and Ares sitting on the floor sharing looks of remorse for the kid.
Tommy didn’t notice them in the doorframe so jumped when someone screamed “TO- THESUS FUCKING SIMONS WHAT WERE YOU THINKING DRAGGING THREE VILLAINS INTO MY FUCKING APARTMENT?! YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD FUCKING EXPLANATION,” yep that was no doubt Tubbo.
Tommy looked up to see a furious looking Tubbo and a shocked looking Ranboo standing in the door frame. Not a pleasant sight. Especially a furious looking Tubbo, steam was practically coming out of his ears.
“Ah Big T! Tubster! Tubs! Tubbo! Good to see you back! How are you my dear friend?” scrambling to avoid the question. He really didn’t need him to make his headache worse.
“You better explain tomorrow or I swear to god you will be fucked. I will personally kill you by tearing your insides out, c’mon Boo let’s go sleep,” tugging a scared looking Ranboo by their sleeve.
Tubbo for his height is a very threatening person. You wouldn’t expect someone so short to have so much anger inside of him. Tubbo also has mood swings every so often so it’s extremely common for him to be yelling at him and then telling Ranboo to come sleep. He was weird no doubt.
There was a small cough behind him, he turned around to see the three of them looking awkwardly not really knowing what to do or say after that delightful outburst from Tubbo which was totally unexpected.
“So…I guess we’ll go now I guess?” asked Ares in his monotonous voice. I swear that man doesn’t show any emotion whatsoever even in the most horrid situations.
“Yeah I uh have to go anyways so um yeah,” Dream would be looking for him anyways.
And he was out the front door.
Notes:
Hope you enjoyed my first fic! I really don’t like this, I might rewrite it tho. kudos and comments are appreciated have a nice morning/afternoon/night :)
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Chapter 2: Why do you seem like a distant memory?
Summary:
Tw: None!
Notes:
Hello! School has been absolutely kicking my ass this week so sorry for no updates! I just did a chemistry test and wrote an essay last minute so yeah! Also I didn’t think people would actually find this so thank you for the support <3 I very much hate this chapter but it’s kinda like a filler I guess? Hope you enjoy this chapter!
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Chapter Text
The walk back to Dream’s apartment was far too quick, he didn’t want to face the man after the encounter with the villains. He didn’t even want to think about the punishment that Dream would give him.
Tommy robotically went into the elevator and pressed the top floor, mind too loud to actually process anything around him. Hell he barely remembered the walk to the apartment.
He unlocked the door and shut it as quietly as possible to try to not disturb Dream from his slumber. The place was just as empty and white as yesterday and the day before. He hated the coldness of the place, so…lifeless.
“Where have you been?”the voice was cold and harsh and made Tommy jump out of his skin. Dream was sitting on the couch laptop on his lap. It was almost like he was waiting for him to come back.
Tommy slowly walked over to Dream but he was just casually sitting there which he didn’t expect. He thought Dream would be sitting legs crossed and arms folded across his chest.
It was nearly three in the morning and they both had work tomorrow. Tommy is used to sleeping late but Dream? Not so much. He usually needed a full eight hours of sleep and coffee before he can function. Why wasn’t he asleep yet?
“W-what d’you mean boss man? I-I was out patrolling j-just like you asked me to!” Tommy exasperated. He didn’t want any punishments anymore, not when his head was already starting to hurt again.
“What district then?” questioned Dream eyebrows furrowing. Tommy now noticed the eye bags under Dream’s eyes. He wondered why he had them? He didn’t even go out to patrol tonight.
“Uh district 4, yeah.” Tommy usually hated lying to Dream as he would only get worse punishment but this time he had to.
“Why are you up this late boss man? Shouldn’t you be asleep by now?” asked Tommy innocently. It was really out of the ordinary for Dream to be up past midnight.
“I was just worried about you, that’s all. With more villains on the rise and all, y’know? Oh and by the way, I won’t be able to walk you to work anymore so stay safe out there kiddo.” Dream raised his hand to ruffle Tommy’s hair.
Dream was trying to be nice by giving him warm touches and kind words. Dream never did those things to him, the touch was almost foreign to him.
“…right well I’m going to sleep now, night,” mumbled Tommy. He was still processing the touch and idea of Dream loving him. His mind couldn’t conjure up an image of the love Dream once gave him. That distant memory felt more like a dream now.
Tommy quickly walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower, making sure he washed all the blood from his hair. He then re-bandaged his head and took a couple of painkillers to help with his headache.
By the time he was in bed, it was already four in the morning already. After a couple of minutes, he was out like a light and fell into a dreamless sleep.
The next day, he woke up at one in the afternoon. Shit. He quickly got dressed and grabbed a piece of fruit from the fridge. Dream was probably already at work, wherever he worked. He never bothered telling Tommy, saying he didn’t need to know.
Tommy hurriedly put on his shoes and rushed out the door. He ran all the way to the train station and just made the train. The train ride to Cloudy’s Cafe was long but he couldn’t care anymore, he was already super late.
Now, Eret and Puffy never cared if he was late or not but Tommy still felt guilty when he was late. Sure, he could’ve just called in sick today but the Cafe was the most busiest than any other day.
He arrived half an hour late and he immediately went over to help Ranboo Lunch rush was already in place and the line was already out the door. Tommy put on his apron and started making and taking orders.
After two rude customers, lunch rush was finally over. Tommy went to the kitchen to grab himself some food and to see what Tubbo and Ranboo were doing.
“Hey Tommy!” Puffy waved at him. Tubbo finally stopped his rambling to Puffy, looking over to where Puffy waved and just stood there. Kind of…flabbergasted?
“Tommy! How are you big man?” Tubbo snapped out of his trance and asked “Hope you have time to talk ‘cus me and Boo both deserve an explanation on why you dragged three villains into our apartment?!” Tubbo’s voice gradually got louder until the shorter was screaming at Tommy.
“Right! Well you said you guys won’t be back for another day or so and I was in a bit of a sticky situation with them. I got caught up with them and then I kinda figured your place was the closest and safest place I knew to explain everything. I didn’t expect you to be back already.”
“Well! Tommy Careful Danger Kraken Innit, if you had even bothered to check your phone, you would’ve seen the text I sent you saying quote ‘we’re going to be back earlier, thought we’d let you know about it’ unquote.”
In Tommy’s defence, Tubbo probably knew his phone was either dead or not with him. He had more serious things to deal with than arguing with Tubbo. Like his hunger that was gnawing at his stomach so he went to grab a danish pastry from the back that kept all the baked goods.
He bit into the soft buttery pastry and let out a small sigh of relief at the taste. He hasn’t had anything decent to eat for a long while now.
“Glad you like the new recipe for the danish pastry.”
Tommy jumped at the soft voice behind him, it was like he was caught doing something bad. When he turned around, Puffy was standing there with a fond expression on her face. Puffy has told Tommy he could eat whatever and whenever he wanted. In fact, Puffy actually looked proud of herself, knowing Tommy is comfortable enough to eat in front of her.
“Y’know everything you bake is the best right? Like I would voluntarily eat this for the rest of my life and never get sick of it. How do you do it?” Tommy said in awe.
“Well, it just takes time I guess. And you could never eat my food forever, you would get sick of it in two days!” exclaimed Puffy.
“TOM, C’MERE! WILBURS HERE AND HE WANTS TO SAY HI!” shouted Tubbo even though Tommy was close enough to see with his own two eyes that Wilbur was indeed there.
“Welp, better go say hi to him before Tubbo drags me to see Wilbur. Talk to you later Puffy!” Smiled Tommy as he walked out to greet his most hated (favourite) customer.
“Hey! Tommy! My favourite barista! How are you doing on this fine afternoon today?” exasperated Wilbur all with a toothy grin.
“Yeah, I’m just so excited to see you today. When you didn’t come yesterday, I was devastated and almost didn’t come in today,” Tommy said while he was making Wilbur’s usual order. Wilbur once said he could only drink the coffee Tommy makes. He scribbled a crude word and a penis onto the cup.
“Here’s your coffee you prick,” Tommy spat out with fake anger. Despite his hatred for the taller, he actually liked having Wilbur around. Tommy liked having someone to joke with and have a little fun with sometimes.
“Ah yes, the word of the day by Tommyinnit is of course the word prick with a nicely drawn penis on the side. Very beautiful if I do say so myself.”
“Yeah, yeah, just get over it and go do your work or whatever. There’s a couple of customers behind you if you didn’t notice already. And please, spare us the drama,” he said with a sigh of irritation.
“Of course, anything for my favourite barista,” Wilbur said with a mock salute and went to sit down in the far corner of the cafe with laptop in hand.
The rest of his shift went pretty smoothly, it was quite a slow day compared to other shifts. Puffy had to do something so had to leave earlier. The trio promised to not make a mess of the place. Of course, they obviously made a mess of the place. While Ranboo was taking and making orders, Tubbo and Tommy were in the back playing tag but with water.
In the end, Ranboo forced the two of them to clean up the mess they made. Ranboo was the only semi-responsible person out of the trio. Although the two of them kept blaming the mess on the other, they eventually cleaned up the place and got ready to go home.
The sun has almost set but laughter still rang out through the empty streets of L’manburg. The three of them slowly making their way to the train station after a long day at the cafe.
But they had to split ways when they got on the train. Tommy had to get a different train from the other two. He was thinking about staying at their apartment for today but Dream just texted him saying they were going to go patrolling tonight so that plan was scrapped.
They said their farewells and went their own ways.
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Chapter 3: Painted black and blue
Summary:
Tws: Abuse, implied sexual assault? Please let me know if I’ve missed anything!
Notes:
Hello hello! Sorry for a short chapter tho this is quite a heavy chapter and I have updated the tags! Anyways, enjoy :)
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Chapter Text
Tommy closed the door to the apartment with a soft click. It was already half six meaning Dream was probably still at work. He usually came home at around half seven.
Tommy quite liked having time to himself. Let his mind wander for a bit until Dream came home. Tommy decided he would make himself a quick sandwich before patrolling tonight, who knows how long the patrol will last and who he’ll meet?
He got some bread and peanut butter for his sandwich, he was going to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich but there wasn’t any jelly left. He has to remember to tell Dream to get some jelly when he goes food shopping again. So a peanut butter sandwich would have to do for now.
He quickly made a sandwich and put the knife in the sink so he could clean it later. He sat down on the pristine white couch and flicked through channels on the TV.
He put on some news channel talking about random things. Tommy slowly chewed the sandwich and let his mind wander, not paying attention to the news.
Dream rarely sent him a text to plan a patrol. He usually told him in person or last minute. Tommy wondered why things changed? The news was still playing in the background when Tommy finished the sandwich.
He then turned off the TV and doomed scrolled on whatever social media platform until Dream came back. Which was only an hour until he came back. Dream closed the door with a slam making Tommy jump and fumble with his phone.
Dream seemed mad as soon as he went through the door, the slam being anything to go by. He didn’t bother to acknowledge Tommy’s existence (not that he ever did), he just went straight to his room and locked it behind him.
Tommy was scared. The place was too open meaning he couldn’t hide anywhere without Dream finding him and dragging him to Tommy’s room. He mentally prepared himself for the next hour but no matter how long he prepares himself, it’s never enough.
They were supposed to be patrolling tonight. Surely Dream can’t be angry for long? After half an hour later, Dream came out of his room still looking angry but the weird thing was, he started cooking…pasta?
They were supposed to go out patrolling in two hours and he’s cooking pasta? And it wasn’t even the good pasta! It was just some plain pasta aka the worst pasta in the world. Dream then portioned the pasta into two bowls and called Tommy to eat.
Even though Tommy has already ate, he complied with ease. He didn’t fancy having his ass beat tonight. Tommy forced the pasta down his throat, the texture mushy and uncomfortable. The only thing he could focus on was Dream’s hard expression.
Dream seemed to pick up on Tommy’s fear and asked him “You good?”
The sudden question made Tommy flinch. Dream frowned at him, wondering why he flinched. “Y-yeah, I-I’m uh good,” stuttered Tommy, forcing words out of his mouth. Dream’s frowned deepened even more but brushed it off as nothing.
Tommy slowly ate his food, waiting until Dream was finished and out of his sight before relaxing a little. He quickly followed suit but made a fatal mistake of dropping the bowl and broke into pieces.
A million thoughts were going through his mind right now but only one stood out, he’s going to die. Dream’s punishments were severe and left him painted black blue across his body. Dream viewed Tommy’s body as a canvas, something he could take his anger out of and do whatever.
And the worst part was Dream was in a particularly bad mood today. Tommy quickly picked up the broken pieces, not caring how the sharp edges cut into the palms of his hands. He just needed them out of sight and then maybe, just maybe, Dream’s punishment would be more merciful.
But he was just a bit too slow to put pieces in the bin. Dream came running out of his room to see Tommy putting the broken glass in the bin and Dream, was to say the least furious at Tommy. “Tommy,” said Dream in a low but firm voice.
Tommy gulped. He knew what that meant. “P-please Dream! I-I didn’t m-mean it! It w-was an a-accident, I swear!” voice on the verge of tears.
“Oh, Tommy. You know what happens if you make a mistake, right? And why I do it? Hm?” questioned Dream in an innocent manner. But only Tommy could make out the underlying threat underneath them.
“I-I get a-a pu-punishment a-and it’s f-for my o-own good…” whispered Tommy juts loud enough for Dream to hear. He hated this. He hated how small he always is besides Dream, how controlling he is. Tommy just wanted to escape but he couldn’t. Dream just wanted the best for him, right?
“That’s right Tommy! You do know that it hurts me more than you when I give you a punishment right? To see my brother getting hurt because of me. But it is purely for your own good” voice oddly cheerful, like he was enjoying seeing him suffer.
“Now, let’s see what I should do for breaking that bowl and trying to hide it. Hmm, not give you food for a week? Nah that’s too light. How about a few punches? Yeah, that should make you remember to not do anything again.”
Punches? What? H-he was so good this week. Just because he broke some useless bowl means that he deserves to be punched over and over again?
“W-wait! Pl-please d-don’t do this! I-I’ve been s-so g-g-good this week! P-please…” said Tommy though choked sobs.
“I’m sorry Tommy but you know the rules.”
Dream didn’t give him time to respond to that question before he was punched in the stomach and fell flat onto the floor. The punches kept on raining down, like it was a storm. Dream knew better to punch at his face as it may cause suspicion. He always hurt him where nobody could see and question how he got that bruise.
Tommy tried stifling his sobs but it didn’t work. He pleaded and pleaded but Dream just wouldn’t listen to him. No one listened to him. He was just some kid that gets mentored by Dream, nothing else.
Everything ached and this was just the start. He wished it would all just end. He wished he would be normal. He sometimes wished he was dead like his parents. But nothing ever goes according to plan. All the wishes he’s ever wished never came true. He hated how some people just had such simple lives and how Tommy has to suffer at the hands of someone he once called a hero. Now Dream was just like all those foster carers all those years ago but just so much worse.
Screams falling on deaf ears only making Dream’s punches more ruthless. Tommy’s scream like a motivator for Dream, punching him until he fell silent.
Tommy awoke on the floor of the kitchen, he doesn’t remember how he got there. The only thing that he knew for certain was that everything ached. From his ribs down to his legs, he doesn’t remember how he got here let alone why everything hurt so much.
Tommy tried to stand up but knees buckled beneath himself, falling once again to his dismay. He forced himself up using the table to help pull himself up. Dream didn’t seem to be home, he was probably out patrolling like he said he would. Just, without Tommy.
He forced himself to put one foot in front of another, slowly making his way to the bathroom. The short walk was pure and utter agony for him, he practically crawled there. Tommy collapsed when he made it to the bathroom, pulling out some painkillers just to stop the pain for a moment to let him regather his thoughts.
He pulled up t-shirt just enough to see his bruised and maybe broken ribs. Tommy then looked everywhere to see if there were any serious injuries caused by Dream. Oh. Dream. He was the one that made him feel this way. He was the one that hurt him. But he doesn’t hate him, Dream is the top hero of L’manburg, surely he wouldn’t do anything unnecessary?
Tommy sighed and applied some soothing cream before stumbling to the freezer to get a bag of frozen peas to treat his ribs. He then proceeded to sit on the marble floor, staring into nothing. He was numb and tired and just wanted everything to end. Tommy was spiralling down a rabbit hole of what if’s?
Tommy grabbed his phone out of his pocket, he wanted to tell Tubbo what happened but he also didn’t want to worry the smaller. It was three in the morning. Three in the morning? How long was he unconscious for? Heck, how long did Dream’s punishment go on for?
Tommy hated the feeling of uncertainty in his gut. He was becoming more and more sceptical about Dream and his ‘punishments’ and if they were truly necessary. He had to get up before Dream got back. Dream probably didn’t want to see him lying helplessly on the floor. Knowing Dream, he would probably scoff at him and give him a kick for good measure.
Grunting as he got up, Tommy felt really dizzy, the pain feeling a thousand times worse than before. He barely got to his room before Dream came back. Black dots were now dancing across his vision, eyes heavy with sleep and pain. Tommy heard Dream tsk before he went into a blissful sleep.
Notes:
Arcane, I’ve been really getting into Arcane lately and it’s so cool?!?! Like how have I never heard of it before???? Vi and Caitlyn are really sweet together tho, I love them sm <3 anyways have a good morning/afternoon/night and remember to take care of yourselves, love you guys <33
Chapter 4: “Did you kidnap a child” “…” “TUBBO”
Summary:
Tws: None!
I meannnn, the title says it all
Notes:
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Chapter Text
Tommy awoke with his body aching in pain and from what, he cannot remember. He tried to sort through his memories and oh, oh. Yesterday night. Flashes of last nights events flashed in his mind, the fierce expression on Dream’s face the clearest thing in his mind.
He shuddered at the thought of Dream’s face again. The pure and utter anger on his face was so strong and intense. Like Tommy just existing has offended Dream. He always tried to make Dream as happy as he could but he never seemed to try hard enough.
Tommy had to get up though, even if he doesn’t have work or anything planned. He had to at least check up on his wounds and take some medication to help with the pain. The apartment was quiet so Dream was probably out of the house leaving him all alone.
Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing because he could finally stretch his wings. Oh his beloved wings. Tommy loved his wings but Dream seemed to hate them with a burning passion. Maybe it was because how similar him and Adelram look alike? The golden hair, icy blue eyes but the wings just seem to make them most similar.
Tommy doesn’t know why Dream hates Adelram so much. Personally, Tommy loved Adelram when he was younger followed by some other people out of the villain community. He knows he should hate the villains but he doesn’t really. Once Tommy asked Dream why they hated the villains and he got a cracked rib for that so he didn’t dare to ask him again.
Tommy painstakingly got out of bed and lifted up his t-shirt to inspect his wounds. He winced at the black and blue that covered most of his torso. Tommy sighed and went to find some sort of medication to ease the pain. He was considering going to Tubbo’s but he doesn’t even think he can walk to the elevator.
The walk to the kitchen was agonisingly slow, he practically dragged himself to the kitchen to get some Advil and a cup of water. His throat was like sandpaper. Tommy got a random cup from the cupboard and filled it up with cold water; got some Advil and took it. Tommy then greedily gulped the water until there was not a single drop left.
Next he unbounded his wings from his aching back. His wings were way bigger than they used to be meaning they were way messier. Tommy couldn’t be bothered to preen his wings because it’ll just get messed up again. The tips of his wings were ruby red fading into a yellow that was practically golden. He ran his hand through the feathers, trying to make his feathers appear tidier.
Tommy’s hair was getting longer again and he quite liked it. It seemed like a distant memory, his hand messily braiding soft hair. A warm chuckle came from the person that was getting their hair braided. That was one of the memories that he clearly remembered from…something. He doesn’t actually know how or why he remembers it.
Tommy always feels warm after revisiting that memory. He knows he shouldn’t fly with the condition that he is in right now but he misses the feeling of the adrenaline that comes with flying. The cold nipping at his cheeks, wind ruffling his hair. Tommy decided to quickly get changed a pair of sweatpants and a simple hoodie and went out the door. Pain forgotten.
During his flight, he thinks he saw a flash of Pearl and Hephaestus’ uniform in an…alleyway? Why would they ever be in an alleyway? So Tommy did any normal person would do, he went to investigate of course. But when he landed in the alleyway -with a not so graceful landing-, the vigilantes were nowhere to be seen.
Only Ranboo and Tubbo were standing there awkwardly not knowing what to do. Ranboo stared at the bright golden wings in awe and exclaimed “Y-you have…wings?!”
Tubbo was standing there like a child that was caught doing something he shouldn’t be doing, eyes blown wide almost as big as dinner plates. Tubbo has known Tommy has wings for ages and would even preen them sometimes so he doesn’t know why Tubbo’s so scared.
“Well, yeah. I thought Tubbo already told you?” questioned Tommy, head tilting to the side.
It was Tommy’s turn to be the one confused now. “Why are you here in this quite frankly shitty alleyway? There should be no reason in hell for you to be here,” hands thrown up.
Tubbo always had a good poker face but there was of course cracks in it, whether it be a twitch of his eye or his nose scrunching up for a second. Tommy knew Tubbo like the back of his hand, he was basically his brother just by how similar they look.
Both had blonde hair and similar heights, the only thing that made them different was their eye colour and interests. One loved science and coding and all things computer-y. While the other adored English and music and all things creative. They were polar opposites.
“O-oh well I uh-“ stuttered Tubbo, looking everywhere but Tommy “-I…thought I saw a stray cat! Yeah and wanted to see if it was okay,” ended Tubbo with a strained smile. That was obviously a lie but Tommy let him off the hook for now, it seemed that Tubbo wasn’t willing to tell him the full truth.
Wings now folded to his back Tommy asked mockingly “Would you care for a walk back to your place like usual?” mock-bowing and extending his hand for Tubbo to hold. “Of course,” said the blonde taking his hand.
Ranboo looked at them with a fondness in their eyes and a warm smile. Although Ranboo only knows them for a couple of months, they know how much the two boys mean to each other. Even though Ranboo doesn’t have the bond that either of them have, they’re content to just stand and watch the scene unfold.
The walk back to their apartment was fairly quick since they were only a couple of minutes away but it felt more than a couple of minutes to Tommy. It wasn’t a bad thing though. He savoured every moment that he spent with them, if Tommy could have anything in the world, he would want to relive every moment with his friends.
The apartment was as warm as he remembered all those years ago when life was so much easier. It was like the apartment was designed to make people happy and forget all the pain and troubles they have. The messiness of it all was so so familiar.
But then Tommy’s eyes fell onto something? Or was it a kid? He had shoulder-length fluffy pink hair, a striped yellow and black shirt underneath overalls and he was small. Weirdly small. He seemed to be happily colouring a picture on the floor with crayons, feet kicking up and down. Probably a kid no older than six then.
“Glad you’re back.”
Tommy jumped at the voice, too intrigued with boy and not realising Eret was there. Sitting causally on the sofa, book in hand and glasses perched on their nose. Xey put down the book and manoeuvred her way through the scattered crayons to properly meet the trio.
“Oh and if you’re curious, that’s Michael. Ranboo and Tubbo’s ‘son’-“ air quoted Eret “-Don’t ask me where they got a kid from ‘cus I don’t fucking know,” said Eret followed by a mock whisper “I think they kidnapped him.”
This brought a chuckle out of Tommy, the thought of either of them kidnapping a child seemed to be ridiculous. Tubbo squawked at the accusation of them stealing a child. Ranboo helpfully chimed in saying “Tubbo thought he looked lost and didn’t have any parents around so he just took him. Don’t know if it’s kidnapping if no one was around to look after the kid in the first place.”
“Oh and also he’s non verbal, Michael uses sign language. None of us is fluent so it’s been a struggle to communicate with him but we’re getting there,” Eret half shrugged.
“I know sign language,” muttered Tommy. This made the kid perk up and stop his colouring for a second. Tommy remembers being taught sign language but he doesn’t who or where he was taught. It’s been with him since he was small. But it made him happy knowing that his skill was finally being put to use.
Tommy made his way to the kid and crouched down to be eye level with him and started signing his name. ‘My name is T O M M Y. What are you drawing?’ This made Michael smile, hands immediately springing into action. ‘My name is M I C H A E L. I am drawing my family!’
Michael pointed at the piece of paper and there was Tubbo, Ranboo and Michael shakily drawn. The names Boo and Tub messily written above Ranboo and Tubbo. Tommy smiled. Michael was a ball of sunshine. The presence of him making the whole room seemingly brighter and happier.
Tommy looked at Michael’s hair and he had an idea. ‘Can I braid your hair?’ signed Tommy. He couldn’t stand to see Michael’s hair a mess when it could be turned into a masterpiece. Tommy doesn’t know why he knows how to braid hair into intricate designs, it just came to him naturally like a dream.
Michael -the excited kid that he is- quickly nodded his head and gestured for Tommy to sit behind him. Michael’s hair was a mess to say the least. At first glance it doesn’t look too bad until you try to brush through it, knots that seemed to have not been brushed out for years.
Eret and Ranboo were on the couch, chatting about random stuff that came to their heads while Tubbo was in the kitchen cooking dinner for everyone. Ranboo was never aloud in the kitchen after the Cheerio incident (Tommy thinks they might be crazy).
Tommy was focusing on Michael and Michael entirely. Hand weaving through strands of pink hair and pulling it through with ease. Ares is known to have intricate braids but even he would’ve wondered how he did it. But in the end, it was all worth it.
The intricacy of it all would’ve confused the greatest artist. Michael had a huge grin on his face and was waving his hands up and down. When asked who did it, Michael would drag Tommy over to them and stood proudly.
A smile was tugging on his lips and his heart for all that matter. He wish he could take a photo or something that would make this moment last forever. He wouldn’t trade anything in the world for this.
Tubbo made some “simple” mac ‘n’ cheese for all of them. But it’s never “simple” because Tubbo’s mac ‘n’ cheese is something to die for. Even though Tubbo isn’t the best cook (Eret probably should’ve been cooking), his mac ’n’ cheese was his signature dish. The pasta being slightly chewy but not too chewy for it to be hard. The sauce being oh-so rich, thick, silky and creamy.
Tubbo could even start up a shop just selling his mac ‘n’ cheese and he would make thousands if not millions! That’s how good this dish was. Everyone (Tommy) always asks the infamous question of “how do you do it?” and Tubbo replies easily with “It’s just an old family recipe of mine, nothing special.”
And that being the first thing Tommy has eaten today? It was food sent from the heaven above. He probably shouldn’t have scarfed the whole thing in five minutes on an empty stomach though, but that was a problem for future Tommy.
Present Tommy is happy with a stomach full of his favourite dish. A quiet chuckle could be heard from the sink Tubbo was standing at as he cleaned up the various pots and spoons. It wasn’t long before the other three followed suit of finishing their respective bowls.
A small yawn escaped Michael’s mouth indicting it was time for him to sleep. Ranboo picked the kid up by the armpits and walked towards their bedroom. Speaking of sleep, it was already pretty late and Tommy didn’t have the energy to fly back so he asked if he could stay the night. Tubbo being the kind hearted soul that he is of course let him stay.
Plus Tommy didn’t want to see Dream, and he’s pretty sure that Dream doesn’t want to see him either.
“Movie night?” asked Ranboo, hands with a bowl of popcorn.
“HELL YE-“ Tubbo and Tommy got cut off by Ranboo before he could say anything,
“be quiet! Michael’s still asleep y’know?”
“Sorry,” replied both of them sheepishly.
They brought blankets and pillows to the couch and got set up for the night. Eret stayed until xey were sure the trio wouldn’t accidentally burn something (Tubbo) or get burnt (also Tubbo) before she left.
“I’m choosing the movie first!” whisper-shouted Tommy, grabbing the tv remote out of Ranboo’s hand.
“of course you are…,” sighed Ranboo.
“Nuh uh! I’M choosing. You always choose! And it’s the same movie every time!”
“Yeah well you always choose something boring, like sci-fi or something! You need something colourful in your life for once!”
The bickering went on until Ranboo snatched the remote out of Tommy’s hand and held it up so none of them could reach it and quickly chose a random movie to watch. In the end, the movie was pretty good but Tubbo and Tommy fell asleep before they were even half way through it.
Tubbo leaning his head on Tommy’s shoulder, the smaller’s neck is going to hurt like hell tomorrow but Ranboo would rather deal with an angry Tubbo instead of a sleep deprived one. They pulled a blanket over the two making sure they were warm and went to bed.
Notes:
Can you tell I was really hungry when writing this-
And I have four tests lined up this week AND an essay I still have to write like I swear they don’t ever give us a break.
MICHAEL. I wasn’t set on bringing Michael into this story but he’s here now!
Have a good morning/afternoon/night and remember to take care of yourselves, love you guys <3
Chapter 5: Get a load of this monster (he doesn’t know how to communicate)
Summary:
Tw: Abuse, blood
Notes:
Okay hello so uh the start of this is quite heavy? So just be careful :) ALSO NEW POV AND BACKSTORY HELL YEAH
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Chapter Text
Two weeks ago
Michael’s family life was never good. Sure there were moments that weren’t so bad but most of it was pure and utter hell. Michael did everything himself: going to school, cleaning the house, taking care of his parents when they were wasted and so much more.
He got told nearly everyday of his life that he was a mistake never meant to be born. And that had been the normal for him. Until he saw other parents picking their kids up with a genuine smile and arms wide open for their kid to run into.
Michael only had a friend in school and he was called Shroud. He liked Shroud because he was kind and wanted to play with him. He had other friends but he always picks Michael to do everything with him. Whether it’s helping the teacher or sitting with him at lunch, they were attached to the hip.
It was all going fine but of course it all had to go to ruins.
Michael was in the park, picking flowers to make into a flower crown for Shroud.
“Hey Michael?”
Michael hummed out a reply.
“I don’t know how to say this but uh… I’m leaving the school,” whispered Shroud sadly, looking down at his feet.
This made Michael stop picking flowers and stare at him, trying to find the part of him that says it’s all a big joke! But he doesn’t find it. His only friend was leaving him forever. Tears started welling in his eyes.
“Hey, it’s all going to be okay! I’ll come see you every weekend that’s means we’ll still see each other, yeah?”
This made Michael drop all his flowers and give a bone crushing hug to Shroud. He really didn’t want his only friend to leave him alone. Michael couldn’t survive without him. He would be so so lonely, making him more lonely than he is right now.
“There, there. You’ll be okay,” voice soothing, whether it was comforting Michael or Shroud, he could not tell.
Michael let go of the boy, tears now gone and gave him a wobbly smile. Trying to reassure himself more than Shroud. And they walked home, hand in hand, sun now setting in the horizon.
There are things that a six year old shouldn’t be doing let alone know how to do it. He wished he could leave with Shroud but he knew he couldn’t. The number of times that he cried himself to sleep couldn’t be counted on his fingers alone anymore. The screaming matches. Oh, the screaming matches.
The screaming matches were by far the worst, the loudness of it all was sickening. The sound bleeding through the paper thin walls but it always ended the same. Michael would get dragged out of his room for his parents to take the anger out on him.
And today was that day.
Today had already been a bad day and he didn’t want it to get any worse but of course it somehow gets worse. Michael was in his room, lying on the floor staring up at the bare ceiling, thinking about how he’s going to survive school now.
It was late when he came back but thankfully his dad was too wasted to see him and his mum was probably out cheating or something similar. It was way past midnight but the screaming just didn’t seem to stop. The screaming was just so goddamn loud, curses flying through the air and landing in Michael’s heart.
The arguing was almost always about Michael and he would get the consequences of it. The punches and kicks rained down in him on an okay day but he knew today was a horrible day. His dad’s drunk and his mum’s probably high and there was a small child caught in the cross fire of it all.
Michael could just leave but he wouldn’t know where to go. At least here, he has a roof over his head and food on the table, he would take a few punches and kicks for this. He thought of it as a payment of some sort.
“THAT BASTARD OF A CHILD IS NOT MINE. IT IS ALL YOUR FAULT THAT YOU GOT ME PREGNANT. SO NO, HE IS NOT MINE,” that brought Michael back to the real world. No matter how often his parents called him names or hit him, it never got any easier.
“OH YOU SONE OF A BITCH. IT WAS ALL YOUR FAULT FOR NOT ABORTING IT WHEN YOU HAD THE GOD DAMN CHANCE, YOU WERE LIKE ‘oH No! He wONt CaUse uS aNY TroUBle I sWEar!’”
Michael’s door suddenly opened, he hadn’t heard the footsteps coming. There stood his father’s imposing figure, face shadowed with anger that he needs to take out on someone. Steps slow but steady, making his way to Michael. He slowly backed away until he hit the wall. He’s trapped with no way out.
Michael really didn’t want to do this, not now at least. There were still bruises and cuts from last time that hasn’t recovered yet. Tears were now slowly flowing down his cheeks and the punches haven’t even landed yet. He couldn’t even fathom the pain that would come next.
He closed his eyes tight wishing for the pain to go away. Michael knew better to beg or say anything for that matter, it would just anger his dad even more than he is right now. Especially now that he’s drunk. The first punch landed and it hurt like hell but this was familiar, this was a game he’s played countless times.
What he wasn’t expecting was the two pairs of hands that came flying down instead of one. Michael opened his eyes a little bit to see both of his parents there, the shared fire in their eyes. This was a dangerous game that he didn’t know the rules to.
It was usually his father that did it but never his mother. His mother was the one to spit venom at him. This was unusual. Before he could dwell on that matter, he was lifted up by the throat and smashed him in the wall behind him.
A flash of pain formed behind his eyes forcing Michael to open his eyes and look at his father. His mother was standing off to side, a smirk on her face, finding this show to be amusing. Michael thinks there was shouting but all he could focus on was the fact that air wasn’t coming through his lungs anymore.
Michael was dropped to the floor but he couldn’t relish the feeling of oxygen coming through his lungs before multiple kicks came to his abdomen. His head was surely bleeding by now, warm liquid flowed down his face.
The kicks and punches felt like it went on forever. He doesn’t know how he didn’t pass out yet, that must’ve been a new record for Michael. His parents left Michael in his room to suffer. If there wasn’t tears before, silent tears were surely streaming down his face now.
Luckily tomorrow was a Saturday so he wouldn’t need to go to school, not like he could try if he did have school anyways. Michael was pretty sure a couple of his ribs are broken and so so many bruises and cuts.
Every breath he took was agony, he couldn’t imagine the pain if he even moved a slightest bit. Michael stayed on the floor until tears weren’t actively streaming down his face anymore. The sun was peeking through the excuse of curtains. He would guess the beating lasted around two or three hours? His sense of time was always horrible.
Michael closed his eyes waiting for the pain to go away but promptly passed out instead.
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Michael woke up with pain, pain and more god damn pain. He tried to sit up from the cold floor but a wave of nausea hit him instead, forcing him back down on the floor again. He waited until it went away and tried to sit up again, much slower and carefully than before.
That simple movement made his every inch of his body flare up in agony. Michael touched the back of his head and winced at the dried blood, his usual pink hair now a dark red at the back. He sighed, he couldn’t do anything since he didn’t want to wake up his parents. Michael was planning on leaving today, to where he did not know, but he was going to leave this place once and for all.
Michael had wished and dreamt about this moment for so so long. It was a dream that was just out of reach and he was finally able to get it. The clock on his bedside table indicted it was six in the morning, his parents wouldn’t be up yet which was perfect.
Michael’s plan consisted of escaping through the smallish window in his bedroom. The window was smaller than average but he’s escaped through the window multiple times and didn’t have any problems with it.
Michael ducked under his bed to fetch his backpack which had everything he owned and needed for his grand escape. All of his clothes, granola bars, water, a Minecraft pig plush he got from Shroud, money that he stole from his parents and other trinkets he owned. Michael slung the backpack over his shoulder and prepared to leave.
Michael stood on the bed, unlocked the window with a quiet creak and quietly slipped out, landing with a thud. That was the easy bit, now he just doesn’t need to be caught which he doubted would happen. What he failed to notice was his mother opening the door, she shouted something but he couldn’t hear through the buzzing in his ear. Adrenaline rushed through him, pain still there but barely noticeable now. He ran and didn’t dare to look back.
Michael ran and ran before he spotted an alleyway that was a perfect hiding spot, his mother would never find him here. He halted and quickly hid behind a dumpster, holding his breath. Michael peeked out from behind the dumpster just in time to see his mother running past, he let out a sigh of relief now that he wasn’t getting chased anymore.
Michael was most likely going to take refuge here for now, it was a place that his parents would never search. They hated getting any part of themselves dirty, they acted like they lived in district 4 when in fact they lived in the lowest district. The hero’s don’t even bother meaning crime rates were through the roof.
He was pretty sure it was the afternoon now, the adrenaline rush over and everything hurt again but it wasn’t as bad as it was this morning. It was fine, he’s dealt with this before, he wasn’t going to die. Michael used some of his precious water to gently clean the back of his head, getting most of the blood out.
Michael got enough courage to go out and explore the streets. If he was going to be living on them, he might as well be familiar with the place. Michael started walked around aimlessly, no one batting an eye at him.
He smelled something delicious, stomach rumbling just to remind himself of how hungry he truly was. He hadn’t eaten anything other than a few slices of bread since yesterday night. Michael didn’t want to eat one of his granola bars, it would’ve been a waste. This isn’t even something he knew, he’s lasted days without food. Although it hurt to see someone eat at the time, he survived, just like all the other punishments his parents gave him.
Michael logically followed the smell and wandered to the door of Cloudy’s Cafe. Michael knows he doesn’t have enough money to get him anything but he went in anyways, wanting the worker to pity him and give him something to eat.
The bell above the door softly chimed, the worker behind the till looked up and smiled fondly at him. She had chestnut brown curly hair and forest green eyes, according to the name tag she was wearing, her name was Puffy.
“Hey kiddo, do you want something to eat? You seem awfully skinny.” voice nothing but concern.
Michael nodded vigorously, stomach growling at the thought of one of those delicious treats. Puffy grabbed a blueberry muffin -his favourite- from behind the glass display case and gave it to him. His eyes lit up at the taste of it, it was perfectly soft, the blueberries were juicy and it wasn’t too sweet which was how he liked his muffins.
Michael promptly devoured the rest of the muffin earning a chuckle from Puffy. He dug into his bag to get some money out to pay but Puffy said softly “It’s on the house kiddo, no need to pay. You looked like you needed it anyways.”
Michael being the stubborn child that he is kept on pushing the money towards her before he gave up and signed thank you. Puffy being the kind person she is, gave Michael a couple of more sweet treats for him to take. The reason being “They weren’t fresh so wouldn’t sell the next day.”
With a stomach and backpack now full of food, he went back to his hideout for however long. The sun had fully set when Michael got back, he was already tired from today so he got ready to sleep. He his back was going to ache tomorrow morning but he didn’t care.
Michael was free.
Michael was happy.
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Michael’s first week on the streets were pretty good if he did say so himself. He usually went to Cloudy’s Cafe to hang out, Michael was a reoccurring presence now and he couldn’t just break the chain.
He’s met two other people that work there as well, Eret and Purpled. Purpled is a high schooler that worked part time in the cafe. He was really nice and seemed to really commit to the name ‘Purpled’ dressing in all purple everyday.
Eret had hair like Puffy’s but they were much taller but also really nice as well. Everyone that worked there were really nice so far, Michael was sure that there were other workers but he hasn’t met them yet. He was sure they were all nice.
Michael was just on his way to go to Cloudy’s Cafe to just sit there in the corner again (like he has been doing for the past week) when he was stopped by two boys. One that had half back and half white hair and the other had straw blond hair.
“Ranboo! C’mon! Look at him!” the blond picked Michael up to show the presumed Ranboo “He’s so cute! We have to keep him!”
“No…no, Tubbo we can’t just kidnap a child off the street! What if someone’s looking for him? We would have to take responsibility for that!” pinching his nose bridge.
“But look at him! We can’t just leave him here! He’ll be in so much more danger if he stays on the streets! I mean look at him, his clothes are all dirty meaning he’s probably living on the streets! He’ll have a reason for living on the streets, like his parent kicked him out or something!” Michael guessed the person speaking was Tubbo.
Ranboo sighed. “Fine but you’re looking after him, and if we get in trouble for stealing a child it’ll all be your fault,” Ranboo had a frown on their face before it turned into a smile. Ranboo could never be mad at the smaller for long.
“YES! RIGHT LETS GET HIM HOME!” whooped Tubbo.
Tubbo still carrying Michael, walked with a bounce in his step back to their apartment.
Ranboo had called Eret to help them with Michael since neither of them knew how to deal with children and also because Eret knows some sign language so xey would know how to speak with Michael. Asking for basic information and stuff.
After a few minutes, they arrived in a not so lavish apartment but it was better than it was on the streets. Tubbo set him down on the sofa presumably to let him sleep after a week of sleeping on the dank floor.
The sofa felt like the softest thing and the blankets were much warmer than the thin long sleep he was currently wearing. The warm blanket lulled him into one of the most comfortable sleeps he’s had in what seemed like forever.
Michael slept soundly.
Notes:
Winter break has started but do not expect me to upload more cuz my motivation is down the drain 🫠 Hope you enjoyed! Comments and kudos very much appreciated have a great day/afternoon/night take care of yourselves <3
Chapter 6: It’s all gonna be safe! (And it’s all gonna be fine!)
Summary:
Ares and Tommy have a run in, surely everything goes smoothly, right?
Notes:
Hello! Sorry for not uploading much school, two weeks back at school and I already have three tests lined up sadge.
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Chapter Text
Tommy has been itching to go out patrolling but hasn’t been able to because of Ranboo being a mother hen, saying his “injuries needed to heal” whatever that meant since he could heal himself at any given time.
Tubbo’s been busy with making some tech stuff usually staying up late just finish something. Tommy doesn’t really understand what it is even though Tubbo explained it to him countless times. He doesn’t get how a couple of wires and some coding could make something fantastic.
He’s tried sneaking out but could never get more than ten meters away before Ranboo was there, gripping him by the wrist and dragging him back to the apartment. Dream has been busy at the HQ so he’s let Tommy stay with them. He’s kind of worried for Dream, he’s never been at the HQ for longer than two days at a time but whatever he did at the HQ was none of his business.
Tommy’s been in the apartment for almost a week now and today was the day that Ranboo finally declared him ready to go on patrol again. Tommy was ecstatic to go back on patrol again but the older still fussed about everything little thing, making sure everything was working.
“Okay right so, you’ve got your comms working?” asked the taller, they had a list of things Tommy needed on his phone which was quite funny. The usual relaxed mask the other wore was now replaced with a worried one, which was understandable after last time.
“Check,” pointing to his earpiece.
“Dart gun?” Ranboo asked after ticking ‘comms’ off the list.
“Check,” drawled out Tommy, not actually checking because it was usually there in his belt.
“Wrong, Tubbo’s working on your dart gun to improve so you can’t possibly have it by now. Here’s a small dagger to protect yourself just in case,” corrected Ranboo with a small smirk.
“FOR FUCKS SAKE RANBOO! CAREFUL IS LITERALLY MY MIDDLE NAME. JUST LET ME GO AND STOP CRIME, I’LL BE FINE!” throwing his hands up in the air for dramatic effect, snatching the dagger out of their hand.
Ranboo flinched a little at the loud outburst but Tommy didn’t seem to notice. In the short time that they’ve stayed here, they’ve never experienced Tommy just blow up like that before but they should’ve seen in coming in all honesty. “Just don’t get too hurt alright? Don’t want you coming back like last time,” Ranboo tried at a joke but it fell flat.
“Yeah, yeah motherboo,” Tommy rolled his eyes before before diving out of the window in a dramatic manner (giving Ranboo a mini panic attack) wings opening and saving him from plummeting to the ground, wind ruffling Tommy’s hair on the way up.
The sky seemed to be happy to have him flying in the air once again, wind laughing and screeching, dipping in and out of the clouds.
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He flew around the sky for a little bit, stopping a few petty crimes here and there before landing on top of a building in one of the lower districts with much more grace than before. Tommy liked being in the lower districts more since he could actually see the stars, unlike where he lived with Dream.
Tommy lied on the concrete and looked up at the sky, stars dotting the beautiful night sky. It was nights like these that made him forget everything for a moment. The way it twinkled was mesmerising, so much so he could’ve fallen asleep. He closed his eyes for a sec, letting the feeling sink in until he felt something was towering over him. Well, more accurately someone.
Tommy cracked an eye open to see Ares face to face with him, nose practically touching. Tommy yelped, immediately jumping up to protect himself, pulling his dagger out in the process. Ares didn’t seem fazed though, only walking backwards a few paces with his hands up in mock surrender.
“Woah kid, I don’t want to fight today, alright? I just wanna…talk,” Ares said carefully.
Tommy lowered his dagger just enough so that he’d be ready if Ares unexpectedly attacked. “Yeah right, no villain just wants to have a causal ‘talk’ on top of a random building,” Tommy said, rolling his eyes.
“Bruh, look at me. I don’t even have any weapons and if I wanted to kill you i would’ve done that when you were down on the concrete,” countered Ares. When Tommy looked at Ares properly, he was true to his words, there were no weapons visibly on him (though, he probably had a couple of weapons hidden on him) minus a couple of ender pearls on his belt.
That made Tommy hesitantly pocket his weapon and sat back down on the concrete patting to the space beside him. Ares sighed in relief and sat down next to the blond. They just sit there for a while, taking in the glistening city in front of them.
“Y’know Adelram used to be a hero?” Ares said, finally breaking the silence. This made Tommy scrunch up his nose. Not much was known about the winged villain as far as Tommy knew, the hero’s didn’t tell him shit much less Dream of all people.
“What?” questioned Tommy, not believing a word he said.
“Yeah, he used to go by the name Zephyr. Saving people ‘n all that jazz,” said Ares as if it was common knowledge among everyone. He hummed a tune Tommy didn’t recognise.
“Wha- Bu- why’d he leave?” spluttered a confused Tommy. He couldn’t think of a reason -ignoring Dream- on why he would leave. Most of the heroes he’s talked to (mainly Quackity) have been pretty nice to him, if he’s gonna be honest.
“You’re literally a hero, have you not seen how bad they treat you? And if not you, then the city? I mean, they destroy half the city just to capture one measly vigilante that’s probably not a threat and still get praised for it! It’s just not fair on us anymore,” ends Ares with a sigh.
Tommy lies back on the floor again to gaze at the stars. Ares surprisingly does the same and continues talking, “Why’d you become a hero in the first place kid? Aren’t you s’pposed to be in school or somethin’?”
“When will I get peace?” Tommy asked, avoiding the question, Ares was going to say something -probably on why he didn’t answer his question- but got cut off by the younger. “I joined the hero’s looking for peace, trying to make the world a better place but I guess I’ll never get that huh?”
Ares turned his head towards Theseus, not expecting something so wise to come from someone so young. Ares at that moment realised who he really was, a once loud and thrilled hero was really just a tired and scared kid that just wanted some peace in the world.
A stray tear fell silently from Tommy, not bothering to wipe it away since this was the second time the pink haired man has seen him so vulnerable and open. He so desperately needs someone to hold him tight and never let him feel any of the dangers of the outside world.
Tommy hates how much he needs someone just there for him. He feels pathetic. He is pathetic.
Ares sits up, lifting the boy into a side hug. Tommy was a lil skeptical about him, it was unusual for the high and mighty Ares to be sympathetic towards someone, less likely him but he quickly adjusted. Head buried into his shoulder, ugly sobs tore through his body.
Ares rubbed small circles in his back, whispering comforting words into Tommy’s ear, trying to get him to calm down. It was oddly nice. The person that slammed his head against the alleyway wall was the same one comforting him at this moment.
He eventually calmed down enough to properly talk again but still stayed there in the nook of Ares’ shoulder.
“Thank you,” murmured Tommy.
“Isn’t it weird that this is the second time I’ve had to calm you down? Next time you breakdown, imma have to start chargin’ ya kid,” a deep chuckle came from Ares. It was a nice change from the hard exterior he usually has.Tommy also let out a small chuckle and pulled away, head now leaning on his shoulder instead. The two sat in silence, enjoying each other’s company before Tommys comms cackled to life.
“THESEUS, WHY HAVE YOU BEEN IGNORING ME FOR THE PAST HOUR?!” shouted Tubbo through the comms, making Tommy wince a little. He hadn’t expected Tubbo to be awake this late but knowing his sleep schedule, it was probably normal for him.
Tommy made the wise decision of ripping out the comm and throwing it as far as he could. He would get an earful later from Tubbo but that was a problem for later. Ares raised an eyebrow at him but didn’t push for any answers.
They sat in silence once again before it was yet interrupted but by a familiar face and voice.
“Theseus?”
Tommy didn’t have to turn around to see who was there. Anyone who didn’t know that voice must’ve been either born yesterday or something of the like. The few times that Tommy has talked with Morpheus has been…okay to say the least.
He remembered this one time that he made a small mistake that could’ve been easily solved and Morpheus gave him an earful. He’s even worse than Tubbo! It was totally unecessary for Morpheus to lecture him.
Tommy begrudgingly stood up from Ares’ side and faced Morpheus. He was predictably standing there, hands crossed across his chest. He wore his usual light blue sweater under a red cape with faux fur at the top and his stupid clout goggles covering his eyes. Even with his eyes covered, he could sense the disappointment radiating off him.
“Why the fuck are you sitting on top of a random ass building leaning against Ares like you rely on him? Aren’t you supposed to arrest him and properly do your fucking job?” Hands flying up in the air, he then followed it by something Tommy shouldn’t have heard “Dream shouldn’t have took you in in the first place.”
And that hit deeper than it should’ve. Morpheus didn’t shout, he never shouted. Instead he would pick a thing he knows you would be insecure about and keep picking on it until you cracked. Tears were visibly welling up, he quickly wiped them away, not wanting Morpheus to see that those words hit too close to home.
“You do know that I have to report this to the committee right? We can’t just let people like you get away with…with whatever this is!”exasperated Morpheus. Ares stood there, not wanting to interfere but also knowing he needed to do something about it.
And that was the last straw for Tommy. “How about YOU actually do something important for once, huh? Always telling me off for the tiniest mistake! You don’t even go out to patrol most of the time, making some stupid excuse on why you can’t go! AND you don’t even tell me shit that’s important!” Tommy deserved to know information the others known, he was always in the dark, always last to know about a plan that was in the works for who knows how long.
“Who was gonna tell me Adelram was once apart of the hero’s? And his name was fucking Zephyr? You wanna know who told me? IT WAS FUCKING ARES THAT TOLD ME!” tears were forming in his eyes again but he didn’t care anymore “I should’ve gotten that information from you or someone from this damned committee!” Morpheus clearly hadn’t expected such a reaction, eyes blown wide. For once, he was at a loss for words.
The silence was deafening, the only sound Tommy could hear was the thumping of his heart and his too loud breathing. The brunette opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish, not knowing what to say after that sudden outburst. Ares watched the whole thing go down and he was pleasantly shocked. It was evident in his eyes that Ares didn’t think Tommy had it in him to shout at one of Ketaphos’ best friends. And Tommy didn’t think he had it in him either, it felt like something took over his mind.
After what felt like hours, Morpheus sighed and muttered something under his breath. Something about reporting him to the council or something of the like but Tommy couldn’t bring himself to care anymore. The brunette turned his back on them and walked back the way he came.
“That was…incredible Theseus. D’you even know how much courage you need to confront someone like that?” He walked towards Tommy and slung an arm around the blond, pulling him close and ruffling his hair.
Tommy flushed at the compliment, shying away from the pink haired man but he felt all warm inside at the compliment. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone. There was awkward silence for a moment, neither person knowing what to say before a quiet but audible vwoop came out of no where.
Hands unexpectedly grabbed his shoulders and teleported away and straight to…Tubbo’s apartment? Tommy turned around just in time to see a head of black and white hair. The only person that could teleport and had a head of black and white hair was Pearl. But how did they know where Tubbo liv-
“Tommy.”
Fuck. His thoughts were cut off by a sharp voice. Tommy slowly turned around, not wanting to deal with an angry and sleep deprived Tubbo. Plus he broke his comms so Tubbo would get even more angry, forcing Tommy to listen to Tubbo go on and on about how long it takes to make a new one.
“Heyyyy Tubboooo, how are you my great friend? Where is Ranboo now? Aren’t you supposed to be looking after Michael?” babbled Tommy but Tubbo was not fazed. The shorter picked up the nearest thing and threw it straight at Tommy’s head, earning a small scowl from the taller of the two.
“Why the FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN DEAD SILENT, YOU HAVENT BEEN RESPONDING TO ANY OF MY MESSAGES?! AND WHERE ARE YOUR COMMS?! DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW LONG IT TAKES TO MAKE ONE, HM? AND DONT EVEN GET ME START-“ yelled Tubbo but that was when Tommy tuned out, he’s heard Tubbo rant about this so many times he could probably repeat it word by word.
Tommy (still tuned out) didn’t realise Tubbo was readying to pounce on him. He was just a second too late to realise that and let out a startled scream when Tubbo eventually landed on him. This was when Ranboo walked in with Michael in their arms, a feral Tubbo on top of a struggling Tommy.
“HELP RANBOO!” yelped Tommy before getting smacked multiple times in face with a pillow by Tubbo.
Ranboo in fact did not help him, only tutted and said to Michael “They really are children.” And Michael only mutely nodded.
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Dream had purposefully left Tommy with his friends. Not only does he have a hidden tracker in the emerald bracelet he always wears but also because Tubbo and Ranboo are trustworthy people. Dream has done multiple background checks just to make sure Tommy isn’t hanging out with criminals. The chances were low since he was also a hero but it’s still good to check.
Dream actually thinks Tommy should be more thankful for him since he keeps him safe all of the time. Taking his precious time to make sure he’s safe. Some would say he’s obsessive and paranoid but he would say it was just for the safety of Tommy. Nothing less, nothing more.
The handful of times that Dream has met Tubbo and Ranboo, they’ve been awkward and jittery. Probably because they don’t know how to act around the number one hero in the city. Most of the city don’t know how to act either. Citizens of L’manberg look up at him all because he saved a couple of cats from a tree? Yeah right. He earned his title as the number one hero. Dream trained day and night for his licence, he spent years and years training, he wasn’t just gonna waste it like that.
But now Dream was sceptical on whether it was a good idea to let Tommy stay with them in the first place. The blond hasn’t stepped foot outside of their apartment, it was almost as if Tommy was forced to stay with him. Which obviously isn’t good but he can’t do anything about it. Plus it was a good punishment for Tommy leaving him. To prove that no one else loved him like he did. Dream was the only one that truly loved and cared for him.
Later, when he checked the tracker on his computer, he was glad to see Theseus finally outside out and about again. It seemed like Theseus was just flying around the city, making sure everywhere and everything was safe. Except for the higher districts which they are payed to protect. Dream and the rest of the committee (excluding Dionysus) never patrolled there. There would be the same level of crime before and after their patrols so it would’ve been futile to patrol there anyways.
That question would be answered later ‘cus it looks like he has a bigger problem on his hands. If the tracker is accurate (which it should be) Tommy seemed to have took a seat on top of a building of some sort. Huh, that was weird. Tommy never usually took breaks while on patrol, always flying around the city.
Which could mean that Tommy is in deep trouble and can’t get help. Obviously, it would be weird if Dream just turned up to Tommy’s exact location so he has to have one of his friends do it.
“GEORGE!” Dream yelled aimlessly at the walls but knows George would respond anyways. George has been his best friend ever since the start of the hero trials. Dream has never seen anyone do the trials with such ease and gracefulness. The trials were meant to challenge you, to make you think “how do I get past this trial?” but George did it without a second thought, making him heavily impressed. Thus forming an alliance to make it through the trials together by helping each other.
“WHAT,” shouted back George with surprisingly the same amount of energy since he looks like he just woke up from a nap. He stomped into the living room and yep, his blanket was still draped around his shoulders so he was definitely having a nap before.
“I need you to go to this specific place,” he pointed at his computer, “and I need you to see if Theseus is alright, he usually doesn’t take breaks when on patrol and he’s been stationary for ages already,” said Dream.
“But todays my one and only rest day! Plus you know how important rest days are for me. Can’t you just go instead? Or get someone else to do it for you, ‘cus I’m sure I’m not going, ” huffed George.
“Firstly, I can’t just turn up to his exact location, Tommy’ll think it’s weird that I just have his location on hand at any time of the day. Secondly, you’re the closest person near me so why wouldn’t I ask you?” countered Dream. “I’ll even take up an extra shift for you tomorrow so you can have your proper rest day,” said Dream smoothly. Dream knew all the ways to make George submit to him.
“Ugh, you’re such a bitch boy Dream. I hate you so much sometimes,” grumbled George as he stomped his way to his room to get into gear. George would do anything to have an extra rest day.
“Takes one to know one! And you know deep down you still love me very dearly!” shouted back Dream skilfully.
This was just another one of their playful banters. The hate never lasts long, especially now that Dream has taken up a shift for George. None of their banters have ever resulted in them falling out with each other. Plus, Dream would usually do something nice after the banters.
While the brunette got changed, Dream made sure the camera he was going to attach to George’s torso actually worked. Otherwise everything would’ve just gone to waste. Camera’s could do so many things the human eye could never do.
Dream managed to finish the check up just as George walked into the living room now in full hero gear.
“Right, what contraption of yours are you going to give me today, bitch boy?” asked George, hands crossed against his chest.
“You know me so well George. So, I’m going to attach this small camera,” Dream dropped the camera into the opened palms of George, “to your torso just so I can also see how it all went down,” explained Dream.
“Huh, sounds easy enough,” George said as he attached the camera to his torso.
“So…you just want me to check up on Theseus and report my findings?” George asked just to make sure.
“Yep!” Dream said enthusiastically, knowing George would do the job magnificently.
“Huh, okay. Sounds easy enough. See you in a bit I guess,” George said as he walked out the door.
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Something must’ve been horribly wrong to have made George come back with a frown so big it was practically radiating off of him. George always knew what to say or do, and sometimes he just acted like a straight up mother hen.
Sapnap on the other hand, the other person in their trio, was never known for being calm. Which made sense since he was raised by blazes which are known for their short temper. No wonder everything ticked Sapnap off.
George tore off the camera and carelessly threw it on the couch, not caring to see if it was broken or not. The interaction with Theseus must’ve been really bad to have George act like this. The last time Dream saw him this annoyed was years ago when they were still training for the hero trials.
Dream stood up from where he was currently sitting and gently cupped the camera in his palms to check for damages. Which, thankfully, there wasn’t any.
Dream brought the camera over to his computer and transferred the footage over to his computer just so he could do things with it. He pressed play on the video and after it was done, he felt… he didn’t know how to feel. He rewatched the footage for what felt like a thousand times over and he still didn’t know how to feel.
Seeing Tommy was obviously good, to see him all healthy led him to think that leaving him with Tubbo and Ranboo was a good idea in the end.
But Tommy was also so wrecked when he was talking to George. Tears ran down his face like waterfalls. The words he spat out felt like it was purposefully full of venom and hatred. It was like he really meant what he said. Which couldn’t be true, right?
A phrase that Tommy said kept on ringing in his head, ‘I HATE YOU AND THIS GODDAMNED COMMUNITY!’ Did he really mean that or did he just say that in the spite of the moment? He couldn’t really haven’t meant that. Tommy loved being a hero, he even said so himself on a random Saturday night when Dream asked the blond.
Ares. Ares. Stupid fucking Ares. What was he doing there of all people? Just standing there awkward, watching the whole thing go down. Seeing the hero committee falling apart right in front of his eyes. Was that what he wanted all along? For the committee to fall apart? Dream bet he was just there to start trouble, nothing ever came of Ares. Always the first to start trouble and always the last to leave the crime scene.
But he thinks what bothered him the most was the aftermath. After the interaction, George ‘walked away’ but instead drank an invisibility potion to see what would happen. Dream could sense from the footage that George was as shocked as he was. Tommy leaned into the touch, smiling widely like a Cheshire Cat.
Tommy always hated hugs and hair ruffles from Dream. Always tense and flinching away from him. Dream thought he was like this with everyone but apparently not. That put him off. Seeing him so comfortable around someone he’s met once or twice rather than someone he’s known for his whole life.
Dream felt like he failed. Failed as a mentor. Failed as a friend. And failed as a brother. He was meant to offer hugs that would melt him. He was meant to support him throughout the way. He was meant to make him smile from ear to ear. He was meant to be there for him. Not Ares of all people. He hated Ares more
He’s failed once and he promised to himself. He won’t. Fail. Again.
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I have no reason for why I was away for so long. technically I do but it's kinda a shit reason to. First my motivation died then it came back but my ipad broke so I couldn't type it up so I had to HAND WRITE it so that was a pain. I got my ipad back, typed it up, FORGOT to post it until some1 commented "I love this! Can’t wait for the next chapter!" and the sole reason why I have updated. I also hate this chapter but fear not! I jave written the next chapter I just have to type it up! (it's gonna take me ages) and my motivation has died ONCE AGAIN so uh yeah
ALSO suggest a title pls pls ty
edit: FEAR NOT, WE NOW HAVE A TITLE!!
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I really hate this fic, it feels very cringe and I've not really had the motivation to write either way. so uh sorry to those that wanted a new chapter :( I'll try to wrote but it's VERY unlikely. you can find me on MyBeloved_Bee on twitter if you want to interact with me. the whole reason that I wanted to write this fic was because of this very specific scene and uh yeah. also I am a beginner writer and I just dove right in without ANY planning so uh yeah byeeee :P
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