Chapter 12: Wings (Tubbo's POV)

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(Yes this is a Wingedinnit AU, deal with it!)

(Sorry if that last part was mean!)


It had only been a minute since Tommy had passed out in the bathroom when he suddenly sprung up with WINGS behind him. Tubbo couldn't believe his eyes. Tommy had wings?!  That was really the last thing he expected Tommy to have.

"Tommy? Did you have wings before?" Ranboo asked gently. 

Tommy seemed to be confused as he looked into Tubbo and Ranboo's faces.

"How did you..." Tommy whispered breathlessly.

"Bossman, they're on your back," Tubbo answered him nervously.

Tommy looked behind himself with shock as he scrambled to hide his large wings.

"Tommy?" Tubbo asked.

Tommy didn't answer. He instead started whispering to himself rapidly with one arm covering most of his face, and the other attempting and failing to cover his red wings with a slight glint of gold in them. Tubbo looked toward Ranboo with worried eyes. Ranboo seemed to also be extremely worried. 

"At least his eyes are blue again..." Tubbo thought to himself.

"Big man, would you mind if I came closer?" Tubbo asked quietly.

Tommy didn't answer. Tubbo decided to take that as a yes and got up. Ranboo also got up as Tubbo walked toward Tommy. Tommy flinched violently as Tubbo put a hand on his shoulder.

"Tommy calm-" Tubbo started.

"No! Don't touch them!" Tommy yelled as he pushed Tubbo away.

Tommy's eyes were glowing crimson once more.

"Big ma-" Tubbo began again.

But before he could even finish his sentence, Tommy lunged toward the open door to get out of the bathroom. 

"Wait Tommy-" Ranboo shouted.

But he was too late. Tommy had already ran outside of the bathroom. 

"C'mon, let's go find him before he gets hurt!" Ranboo shouted to Tubbo anxiously.

Tubbo and Ranboo ran out of the bathroom and checked everywhere in the house. 

"Where could he be?" Tubbo thought as he bit his lip anxiously.

"Tubbo," Ranboo called, snapping Tubbo out of his thoughts, "He has to be in Micheal's room, we've checked everywhere else."

Tubbo nodded as he and Ranboo inched closer to the door to Micheal's room.

"Tommy?" Tubbo asked gently as he slowly opened the door.

He peeked inside the room to see Tommy with three more flower crowns on his head and Micheal talking gibberish to him. Tommy wasn't smiling, but he seemed completely calm and his eyes had regained their blueness again. His beautiful large wings were lowered as he nodded to Micheal as if he understood him. Micheal waved his arms around and latched onto one of Tommy's wings. Tommy moved his wing to shake the young piglin off. 

"Don't touch that," Tommy said softly.

Tommy's eyes looked puffy and red as if he had been crying. The piglenlet tilted its head curiously and went behind Tommy.

"What are you doing?" Tommy asked without moving.

Micheal took Tommy's almost back length blond hair and started to braid it. Tommy didn't say anything throughout the process. After he was done, Micheal went back around Tommy and faced him again before plopping down onto the floor. Tubbo noticed there were flowers braided into Tommy's hair.

"Thanks," Tommy said quietly as he booped Micheal on his nose.

Micheal stood up and waddled toward Tubbo, finally noticing him. Tommy looked in the direction which he waddled and saw Tubbo and Ranboo standing at the doorway. Tommy stood up quickly. 

"Uh sorry about that thing earlier, it's just..." Tommy muttered with his eyes aimed at the ground.

"How 'bout we talk about this in the living room," Ranboo suggested.

"Ok," Tommy replied.

Tubbo picked up Micheal and carried him to the living room. Ranboo and Tommy closely trailed behind them. After they all sat down Tubbo set down Micheal on his lap.

"So, uhhhh, where do I start?" Tommy asked tensely.

"You can start with when you found out about them... If you want to that is," Tubbo said gently.

"I'm not fragile you fuckers! You don't have to act like I'm a baby or something!!!" Tommy retorted.

"Fine, fine, just begin Bossman!" Tubbo chuckled.

"Well....."

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