Tommyinnit Oneshots

The Line Between Love and Control

Platonic hanahaki is a thing, and if it isn't I'm making it a thing. Also I swear I posted this but it was just an empty draft, let me know if Wattpad glitched and y'all have already read this.

TW: Blood, mentions of death, swearing

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"You betrayed me, Tommy," Techno's voice rang out in the cold darkness, his uncaring face appearing before him. "Nothing you can do can bring you my forgiveness."

"A disappointment of a son, truly," Phil chimed in, his green and white bucket hat peeking through the shadow of the void.

"Please, I'm sorry," Tommy choked, falling back and barely catching himself with his hands, scooting along the dark floor with his heels. "I just- I just want to see you again. Please, I'll do anything!"

"I'm barely able to stomach looking at your face right now, and this isn't even real," Techno sneered.

"I- It's not?"

"Pathetic that you can't even defend yourself in a dream," Phil tsked sadly, face falling back into the darkness. Techno's followed, with one last cold glare.

Tommy woke up with a gasp but realized he couldn't get a breath in. He tried to get in the smallest bit of air, but something completely blocked his throat.

The panic began to set in.

Blood rushed to his head, darkness crept up into the edges of his vision...

This was it. He was going to die. He was going to suffocate in his bed, and no one would find his body for weeks.

The darkness came closer and closer.

His head was starting to feel fuzzy...

And then it was over. He could breathe, he could see. It was okay.

He gulped the cool air, relishing in how it soothed his throat. He was left with a bad headache and a warm feeling on his lower lip.

Tommy wiped it with his fingers and when he pulled them away, they were wet with blood.

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Tommy often had nightmares like this, ones where he was haunted by the faces of people he had let down. Mostly it was Phil and Techno, and sometimes Tubbo. Once in a while (and this one hurt the most) even Wilbur, who he still had on his side.

That's right. He still had Wilbur. His brother had stayed with him, he hadn't abandoned him like the others. Wilbur loved him, but sometimes he fought against himself to believe that.

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"Wil, please, give me five minutes. I just- I need to catch my breath," The boy heaved, dropping his cobblestone on the floor. "You'll work 'till it's lunchtime," The man said uncaringly, almost absently, looking through papers lined with words that didn't matter. "If you pass out, I'm not going to drag you into the shade."

Tommy chuckled lightly, trying to pretend that he didn't know Wilbur wasn't joking.

Wilbur was stressed right now. That's right, he was stressed. He had been revived to have only Tommy on his side, only Tommy. Tommy was the only one who stuck by him, and Wilbur cherished him for that. He'd told him so.

Wilbur was just stressed.

Still, Tommy couldn't stop the ache in his chest at his brother's cold words, only making his burning lungs hurt more.

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The first time he coughed up a petal was after another nightmare. He'd woken up with blood on his lip, again. And just like last time, he'd tried to ignore it, but a tickle persisted in his throat as he stared at the blood, and soon he was coughing up more. And along with it, a single, waxy petal.