Hope (Tommyinnit winged AU)

The End

It was two weeks after the move to Snowchester that Techno found Ranboo, punching and kicking a tree in the forest, and began to watch him.

Day after day, Technoblade sat by the window and watched as Ranboo silently appeared out the back door of his cabin, walked to the edge of the woods, and attacked that one tree. Day after day, month after month. Ranboo got skinnier (which Techno found weird bacause the kid was so knobby it seemed impossible for him to get any thinner), sluggish, stiff. He barely ate. He never slept. Just at that tree, two hours each morning, forcing his body into overdrive as he trained in his own way- an unhealthy, foolish way.

And Technoblade watched it all unfold.

Soon Ranboo began to use swords against the tree, jabbing and whacking- poor tree, Techno thought. It seemed to endure the pain- just like Ranboo.

That's when something strange really happened.

Technoblade came to his senses one night to find himself in the kitchen and his sword in his hand, raised and up against the enderman-hybrid's throat, the voices screaming in his head, blood blood blood-

But Ranboo was in the same position, sword raised, the blade scratching against Techno's neck ever so slightly, his eyes clouded over in a purple film, expression angry and pained, a noise like a screech small and guttural in his throat.

But soon the monster faded and Ranboo was Ranboo, unsure where he was or what he was doing. And Techno was Techno, kind and dangerous, craving blood but he'd rather starve.

So Technoblade sat his company down, going to get tea and a blanket and for once a decent meal, urging Ranboo to eat when he got it and with reluctance Ranboo at it all.

And then Techno offered to train Ranboo.

The training was hard, but to Ranboo it was a summer picnic. He got up at dawn, but at least he slept. He pushed his body to it's very limits, but under the strict watch of Technoblade he began to eat better, and soon he was fighting more than just trees. Technoblade one day looked up from his book and realized that the boy in front of him was not the skinny little stick he had been training this whole time. Ranboo was a fighter, a soldier and a friend and a brother.

Techno cursed himself for caring for Ranboo.

He had lost two- well, if he counted Ghostbur, three brothers.

He wasn't losing this one, too.

But he couldn't help but smile when Ranboo did something right, or praise the teen when he accomplished a hard task. He couldn't help but laugh at the enderman hybrid's jokes. He couldn't help but love everything that Ranboo was.

Then Ranboo burst into the piglin's house one day, a ring on his finger and a smile on his face, and Tubbo trailing behind.

Technoblade couldn't have been prouder.

They still trained, everyday. Ranboo grew faster, stronger, wiser, and Techno was the cause of it.

But one day the training stopped.

That was the day Tommy came back.

🪶

Tommy gasped, staring with wide eyes at the ground. Tubbo was kneeling beside him with a gloved hand on his shoulder. The blond looked up slowly, meeting his friend's own. He let out what seemed like a half-laugh, half-sob, and jumped into Tubbo's arms, hugging the goat hybrid with all his might. Tubbo laughed as well as he hit the snow, and they just lay there, crying tears of joy.

Lanky arms wrapped around them both as Ranboo joined the two in the snow, thenPhil, before the entire group was hauled into the air by Techno. The server crowded around them, barraging Tommy with questions and celebrating Tubbo's quick thinking.

Tommy couldn't stay silent as he answered question after question, practically screaming over the noise, just like the Racoon Child he once was. His wings flapped excitedly and at some point he knew he had started trilling, which Philza responded with a call of his own.

There is more to say, dear reader, but it be thousands of words, and yours truly is a very lazy Eraser.

But if we were to skip all that, there'd be no story. And so we see him now: Tommy, sitting on the mansion roof, Ranboo and Tubbo on either side as they huddled under a giant fluffy blanket and sipped hot chocolate, watching the stars.

It was over, Tommy thought again and again. It was finally over. He was safe. Dream was gone. And he wouldn't return to Snowchester. That was certain.

He drew his friends in closer, closing his eyes as a pleased trill escaped him. Ranboo responded with an enderman "Hey," and Tubbo laughed.

They talked of Ranboo and Tubbo's engagement, and Ranboo's training, and so much more. In the end they were all asleep, piled under the blanket, mugs discarded off the side of the roof after Tommy had a tantrum about his beverage getting cold.

It was finally the end.

It was not the end.

Karl opened his eyes from his most recent nightmare, frozen in fright. The red bird was yet to fly.

Dream growled as he and Wilbur entered the base, covered in snow and seething with anger.

Tubbo felt pains in his head when he awoke, the fully grown horns aching at the base for unknown reasons.

And Tommy...

Tommy felt fine.

WINGS WILL RETURN.