TW(s): Death threats
Others: Dream
Little Tommy (4)
Nicknames for Tommy: Angel, sweetheart, sunspot
Tommy's heart was pounding. Dream had just escaped prison and the first thing on his to-do list was apparently chasing Tommy down.
Tommy heard his threats from earlier echo in his ears as he ran from him.
"And I'll kill you, and revive you again, and kill you and revive you again and-"
Tommy was quick to cut off that thought.
Although the fear did help him run faster.
He eventually made it to a snowy tundra. A very familiar one, that is.
One where a certain crow hybrid lived.
In a moment of desperation Tommy started to scream out, seeing the outline of black wings become closer.
"PHILL! PHIL HELP HE'S GONNA KILL ME!" He screamed out, practically tripping over air. But he couldn't afford that right now. Not when his manipulator - his abuser - murder - stalker- all of the above - was right behind him.
Phil seemed to hear Tommy's desperate sobs and cries as he yelled back.
"Tommy? Tommy what's wrong mate?!"
Tommy grew closer and closer to Phil, and it seemed like Dream started to back off. But Tommy didn't stop running.
"PHIL HE- HE'S GONNA KILL ME PHIL-!" Tommy shouted out, Phil just a few feet away. Tommy practically leaped into Phil's arms.
"Who?! Who's gonna kill my sweet angel?!" Phil questioned.
Tommy felt the verge of his headspace creep up behind him. Such a stressful experience would not get away without forcing him into his headspace.
And so it all came crashing down.
"Da scawy man! Da smiwley man!" Tommy sobbed out, now forced into his littlespace.
"Oh come here sunspot. He can't hurt you now, I promise." Phil cooed, taking the boy inside to check for injuries.
Soon the small avian was cuddled in Phil's lap, in the older's nest, while Phil checked the boy for injuries.
But first, Phil ran over and got him his soother. He pressed the pacifier up to Tommy's lips who took it in his mouth softly. Gently suckling on it too call himself.
After Phil checked the boy to see if there was any injuries, there thankfully, was nothing major, just some scratches and bruises.
Although it still made Phil's blood boil.
Someone had dared try to hurt his precious angel.
Tommy let out a whimper when Phil pressed a rag with healing potion dabbled on it against the dirtied up scratches.
"I know sweetheart, it hurts. Just hang in there angel, you're doing so well." Phil gently encouraged, letting out small croos to comfort the small boy.
The two had taken breaks when necessary, when the pain came to be too much for Tommy.
Phil would gently encourage and soothe the boy, while Tommy would whine and huddle closer to his father, his caretaker, and suck on his pacifier.
Phil had his wings covering the boy at the moment, gently wrapping his arms around him.
"Papa.." Tommy mumbled out.
"Yes sunspot?" Phil replied.
"Seepy.." The small avian muttered.
"Just stay awake a little longer angel, I just need to wrap up the scratches, then I promise you can nap as long as you'd like sweetheart." Phil explained.
Tommy let out a whine but was hushed by the older.
Phil grabbed the bandages, and made quick work of wrapping up all the scratches and scars.
Tommy let out a few whines, or startled chirps, while Phil just cooed softly and reassuringly, letting his smallest angel know that it was okay.
Eventually Phil finished bandaging his poor son, and let Tommy lay while he held him close and ran his fingers through the golden curls of the younger.
"Tan 'eep now? No mowe owies?" Tommy sleepily mumbled, paci practically falling out.
"Of course sunspot, and yes, no more owies. They're all gone." Phil said soothingly, petting the boy's head and readjusting the soother.
Tommy was soon to drift to sleep in his fathers arms, and Phil gently held his youngest son, cooing at the small boy.
The two were cuddled up in the mess of a nest Phil's bed was. Many blankets, pillows, clothes and stuffed animals littering the area, providing maximum comfort.
The two laid together, Phil keeping an eye on his youngest while he slept, and carefully plotting his revenge to the man who had hurt his sweet angel.
But for now, Tommy needed to rest up.
A/N: soz it's so short aaaa i didn't rlly plan much out for this n i'm busy w/ my other fic, sorry it also didn't have much regression in it either,, but ye there's a chapter out
ALSO THANK YOU ALL SM FOR 100 VOTES HOLY CRAP!! U ALL R AMAZING<333 /p
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