MCYT oneshots & Requests

I Think This Time I'm Dying

AU: Origins Mod
Or: Tommy is just a little dramatic
Request by Skylight2424
Ok show you know that Tommy has to be a vegan. So what if while he is super distracted he accidentally eats meat. At first he seems fine but later his stomach feels like lava flows through it and is cramping really badly. He goes home to lay down in his bed, but the poor guy doesn't want to be alone. He just don't want to bother anyone.

So when dinner time comes Rollin in and everyone is gathered at the pub except for Toms goes looking for him. He looks may different places then finds the little avian curled up in a ball with tears rolling down his cheeks and whimpering. Phil's bird like instincts take full hold and he brings Tommy to his own room. Phil gives Tommy tummy rubs and holds him on his chest with his wings around Tommy.

If you don't mind adding: Tommy's symptoms from eating meat would be like food poisoning. So maybe he could throw up, but he doesn't have to. Maybe just tummy ache, headache and nausea.

Extra points if: Tommy accidentally calls Phil Dad and he smiles and says something like "Yes son" or "What's wrong baby bird"( I like this one alot)

Tommy felt utterly awful, he didn't even know what he'd done to deserve this punishment from the heavens. Actually, no, he'd probably done a lot and pissed off at least some sort of deity at some point but still! 

He was sick, and sick was an understatement, he'd been curled up in his bed, on his own for who knows how long at this point. It was a Saturday evening, so that also meant everyone was probably down at the pub for dinner too. So even if he did want to bother someone, nobody was even home to bother. 

He also knew exactly what he'd done to get himself so sick today. He'd been building a prank for Ranboo, gotten so absorbed in it that he had skipped breakfast, that he was starving by the time lunch rolled around. Well maybe not starving. But he was hungry, and distracted. Which all in all wasn't a good combo. 

He'd stolen his meal from Ranboo's supplies, and the stupid predator-hybrid-whatever didn't have any vegan friendly foods. Not even vegetarian! How unfair was that? Either way, a little meat wouldn't hurt, it was just a little bit, and it was just this one time. Plus it's not like he didn't normally eat healthy and keep himself fit. Surely this once wouldn't be bad. 

Of course that mentality had immediately come to bite him in the ass only about an hour or so later. At first he'd felt so sick he was sure he was going to die. 

His whole body ached, he felt way too cold, but putting blankets on made him feel overheated, and any time he stood up the whole world would spin for a few seconds. When he'd started to feel like he might just hurl the stolen lunch he had dragged himself to the bathroom in his home. Overall he just felt awful, the tiles to the bathroom had been freezing cold, so he'd gone back to bed instead. 

Now he was curled up in a nest of blankets, which he'd start shaking badly anytime he decided to leave for more than five seconds. He really wanted a hug too, but everyone was busy, or weren't open on the coms, or he just didn't want to bother. So instead he was wallowing in his own self pity and being miserable all by himself. 

On the other hand, Phil was finishing setting up the small dining hall for everyone. It didn't need to be very big thankfully, which made both set up and cooking that much easier. Tubbo had come to help him cook, which left the kitchen, and by proxy the dining area, with the sweet aroma of food in the air. The two had been planning this all week too with everyone else. Granted, a couple people like Fundy and Sneeg had said they were busy, but most of the server had agreed to come. 

Now, as everyone gathered around the table, chattering amongst themselves, there was a particular loud and boisterous kid missing. 

At first as everyone was getting food, Phil had chalked it up to him being late. That wasn't uncommon of Tommy to be, as he put it, 'fashionably late'. Phil just told him it was called being late, nothing fashionable about it, of course that didn't stop him. 

But Tubbo had specifically made a meal just for Tommy, separate from any of the meat since it would make him sick. Even then, time ticked by with no sign of Tommy. He ended up asking Tubbo and Ranboo if Tommy had cancelled and both shrugged their shoulders with a non-committal answer. Which was so very helpful. But the avian gave the boy the benefit of the doubt and waited, and waited, and waited. 

Twenty minutes passed by with no sign nor word from Tommy. Usually if he cancelled or wasn't coming he'd make some excuse, or long dramatic message to someone about it. But there was nothing, so he got worried. This worry grew, and as the clock was a little over a quarter past six, he'd left to go find him. 

First place he thought of was the mine, which was empty and cold. Next was Tubbo's or Ranboo's place, still nothing, then Wilbur's. After all, it was more common to find the little bird hiding in someone else's home than his own. So after eliminating all of those, he went to check Tommy's. Immediately something felt off, all the lights were off, (Tommy was notorious for leaving them on) and he could hear a faint sniffling. 

His investigation brought him to none other than Tommy's room itself. Where the smell of sickness permeated in the air, and a ball of blankets was trembling and crying softly. Probably in desperate need of a good hug and care too. He knelt down beside the blond boy in the other's little misshapen nest. 

"Tommy?" He asked softly. 

Tommy looked up at him with watery eyes, blinking away tears as he wiped them on his arm. Huffing softly and looking away again, not really saying anything. 

Phil watched him tremble for a moment before his instincts kicked in, and he refused to let this little bird suffer any more. So with some patient coaxing, he managed to pull Tommy into his lap, a blanket draped around his shoulders as he still shook lightly. 

"Take a few deep breaths for me ok?" He said. 

He got a hum of acknowledgment as Tommy did exactly that. 

"Good, good, can you tell me what's hurting?" 

The teen shuffled for a moment, small wings folded close to himself, before mumbling, "Ate somethin' bad." 

Ah. Meat probably, that was one of the only things that got Tommy this sick. 

"Do you think you're gonna throw up?" He got a head shake, "Do you think I could move you?" 

Tommy paused before nodding slowly, arms wrapped loosely around Phil's neck, clinging to him and not wanting to let go. So he lifted him up, shielding him from the bright lights of the outside, and it's sudden blast of cold as he brought him back to his home. 

Thankfully it wasn't a very long journey as Tommy whined quietly as he got cold again, shivering in his arms with the fever that plagued him. Once inside, he brought Tommy to his own room, settling down in his nest. Which wasn't only bigger and still put together, but also very cozy and warm.

Phil settled down in it and brushed the hair from his forehead, feeling the warmth of a fever from him and sighed. But, still started trying to comfort him with gentle rubs to his stomach, just like he'd do for his own little kids. Tommy was still curled against him, hiding from the world beneath the older's dark wings. 

"Dad?" Tommy said quietly

Phil just melted at that, smiling softly as he kept with the soothing motion and holding him close, "Yes buddy?" 

"My head hurts." He complained. 

Phil chuckled softly, "I know son, you'll feel better soon."

"I better." 

Another laugh, "You probably just have food poisoning." 

Tommy grunted in response, closing his eyes finally as he started to let himself relax. His body was exhausted. He was absolutely exhausted from the day, just so entirely utterly drained. He needed sleep, and by damn would he get that sleep. 

Even if it was helped by Phil coming and helping him and making him feel better and safe.