𝘛𝘖𝘔𝘔𝘠𝘐𝘕𝘕𝘐𝘛 𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘚𝘛 𝘖𝘕𝘌-𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘛𝘚

featherless (tommy + dream)

a/n: au where everything's the same, except tommy has wings! takes place during his exile arc. extra tw for gaslighting, aggressiveness, manipulation, (minor) descriptive gore, and hurt/no comfort. sorry for any spelling errors this was too long to proof-read

"please, big man, please," the boy pleaded, fingers coiling around blades of grass as the man slowly approached. he pulled a few off of the ground and clenched his fists, now decorated in dirt.

"you betrayed me, tommy. i trusted you! i cared about you when nobody else did, and what did you do? you made a fucking shelter under your house so that you could fight against me!"

"i know, i know, and i'm sorry, i really am, dream. i didn't mean to, i was just-" another step closer, and he was scooting back in retaliation.

"just what?! keeping things from me? i've never done anything like this to you! i thought we were friends, tommy. friends don't do this kind of shit to each other."

"i'm so, so, sorry, big man, i promise i won't do it again, i- i swear."

he was backed into a corner after the masked man continued towards him, wings hitting oak stripped logs as he caught the prime bell in his peripheral vision. it wasn't even an hour ago when he and dream were fucking around, ringing it whilst dancing and laughing. he wished he had time to wonder what had gone wrong before a sword was drawn and aimed below his adam's apple. the blond tried not to think about how simple it could've been for his last life to be taken from him in one clean sweep. dream wouldn't hurt him, right?

"you fucked up, tommy."

he couldn't speak (couldn't decipher whether it was because of the chance that any small movement would draw blood, or if he was scared that if he did, he'd mess things up between him and his only friend even more), couldn't think, couldn't process the man's words as he switched his sword to his offhand and shuffled through inventory slots. he didn't realize he'd been left alone until he heard the slight creak of a door and the silent landing into his (not-so-secret anymore) chest room.

"dream?" he croaked, fearful of moving, yet feeling his body find its way to their feet anyway. he stumbled over to the room, ghosting the man's footsteps and dropping below.

"i'm really sorry, again, i didn't mean any of-" he started, voice catching in his throat as he heard the dreadfully familiar placement of tnt along the ground.

"dream?"

"i trusted you," the elder muttered as he turned to face the boy, "and you did this to me. you don't deserve my visits anymore, tommy. you don't deserve to have anything."

a button was placed next to the explosive - the situation seemed a little familiar (maybe he had felt his heart drop at the notice of it, he wouldn't know), and without a second's hesitation, was pressed. the sizzle of an upcoming burst rang throughout the room as the two gazed at each other, and tommy watched in desperation as the item momentarily lit up, then detonated.

a white blur blocked his vision before he was able to see the destruction. the impact still hurt, still managed in stealing a couple of hearts as he was pushed back onto one of the walls. tommy shook beneath the rumbling, and he mentally wondered if dream was okay, if the man was safe and unhurt.

he trembled as his vision was regained to reveal a crater in what used to be a hidden room. a short flutter sounded behind him, and he realized that his wings were dusting themselves off. it was too hazy in his mind to put the pieces together that he had instinctively shielded himself with them. when his eyes refocused, he searched for dream.

"those things always get in the fucking way, don't they?" he finally heard to his right, and his head swiveled around fast enough to (almost) get whiplash. the elder began to slowly approach him, a sword wielded at his side. his grip tightened on the handle, shiny and enchanted. tommy stood still.