Hope (Tommyinnit winged AU)

Alarm

It was time to go.

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Thomas clutched Dream’s cloak as the scenery sped past him. It had been almost two years since he had seen the sun. The harsh light scared him and he buried his face into the older man's back. The saddle he sat on was hard, but Thomas knew not to react to pain. Why should he? Showing emotion would do nothing for him. But he couldn't help but grimace.

It was as though Dream could sense his pain, and he pulled on the reigns of Spirit, slowing them to a stop. Wilbur, who was riding behind them, did the same.

He pulled Thomas down from the saddle and pushed him back, then reached into a bag attached to Spirit's saddle. He took out a blanket and folded it, creating some sort of makeshift cusion and draping it over the horse's back. Then he stood aside and gestured to the horse. "Get on, Thomas."

The Avian approached the horse, then flapped his wings and lifted himself into the air, then settling on the blanket. He smiled at Dream, who smiled back and joined him on the blanket. He flicked the reigns and Spirit took off.

Once again, Thomas nestled into the green clad man, closing his eyes. Dream grinned. Tommy was his. This was going to go perfectly.

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Tubbo burst out of his workshop at the sound of the alarm. Dream. Dream was here.

He rushed down the snow covered path, calling out the citizen's names. He could see Jack at the watchtower and horses belonging to the rest of the server members already coming from the ice bridge. He ran up to the cluster of houses belonging to the Syndicate and screamed Technoblade's name.

Techno, Phil, Niki and Ranboo all opened their doors, armour on and shields ready, all weilding axes.

Tubbo nodded toward them and booked it, running for the border of Snowchester.

The server surrounded him. Netherite, diamond, and iron coated each person. Tubbo wore none, but he wasn't afraid. He pulled out his axe and squinted toward the forest in front of him.

Movement.

Red, brown, and green.

Three people, walking towards him.

First there was Wilbur- not Ghostbur- somehow, Wilbur was there, in his signature trechcoat, a whisp of white hair curling around his forehead. Beside him, Dream, his face paler and body thinner, a green coat draping over his armour, which pulsed with enchantments. And the last- a boy, Tubbo's age, with a brown shirt and black pants, and wings caked with blood, clinging to Dream's netherite-coated arm. An ashen face littered with scars and bruises, dead blue-grey eyes, a furrowed brow.

"T-Tommy?"

The boy clung harder to Dream's arm.

"TOMMY!"

Techno pushed through the crowd, the massive hybrid making his way to Tubbo's side, an arrow notched on the bow. The teen beside Dream suddenly glared at the crowd, his fearful expression now replaced with that of rage, but he did not let go of his companion's arm.

That's when Techno made the mistake of his life.

He shot the arrow, directly at Dream.

The Avian shot forward, bringing up his arm, the arrow piercing into it. His hands sharpened to claws and with a strangled cry he slammed straight into Techno, knocking his opponent to the ground. He grabbed the piglin's neck and raised a talon, bringing it down with a whoosh, aiming straight for Technoblade's eye-

"Thomas."

Thomas looked back and lowered his arm, seeing Dream's hand held up, a sign to stop. He slowly stood and made his way back to the cloaked man's side. But as Dream reached out, another arrow shot- grazing Thomas’s ear and shattering Dream's mask.

The hands of multiple people latched onto Thomas’s limbs and pulled him back into the crowd, the Avian shrieking in dismay and hatred. Tubbo stepped in front of him as he was pinned down, holding out a sword. "You're surrounded, Dream. You only brought Wilbur. I have an army," the ram hybrid growled.

Behind him, Thomas screamed.

Dream chuckled, his hands covering his face. "Oh, Tubbo... don't you see? You can't beat me. And you can't save Tom- Thomas."

"Don't call him that."

"He responds to it."

"HE'S TOMMY!"

"NO! No, Tubbo," Dream cackled. "Tommy is gone. That boy... he doesn't belong to himself. He belongs to me. He has from the very start. And, you know what? He's gone because of you. This all started because of your pride. You exiled him, Tubbo! I only nudged him along. You exiled him, tried to kill his friends, you did everything to him! TOMMY IS BROKEN BECAUSE OF YOU!"

Tubbo froze, and slowly turned to the struggling Avian. "Go ahead, Tubbo. Try and get him to listen. Try to find Tommy," Dream smirked.

Tubbo knelt down. The crowd was silent. "Tommy... I know you're still in there. I know that you still love me. And Phil. And Techno. This entire server, you love. And we love you. Not Dream," he whispered.

Thomas’s eyes softened and his tense muscles relaxed. He stared at Tubbo, then slowly slid his arms out of the others' grasps. Tubbo smiled as Tommy reached a claw out to touch his cheek-

Thomas slammed into the ex-president and shot into Dream's embrace, sobbing. Dream combed through the teen's golden hair with his gloved fingers, a smirk that said I own you painted across his face. Wilbur stood next to him, an equally malicious expression on his own.

Tubbo coughed as he got up, helped by Techno. He stared at the pair in front of him with shock and betrayal, and suddenly he realized.

Tommy was really dead.

"Now, Tubbo. Me, Soot, and Thomas require lodging for the night. We promise only to stay one day, while we build our own house. May we stay with you?" Dream asked, and Tubbo nodded reluctantly.

"You can stay with me. But allow me to talk with Thomas when I want to."

"He stays with me. Whatever you say you will say to both of us."

Tubbo nodded once more. "Come with me. My house is... this way."