"For Tommy to be exiled from L'manberg."
The words rang in his ears as he was forcefully dragged away by the very man that caused this. He didn't protest, however, prompting to stare into stoic, cold blue eyes as the grips in his arms tighten, only looking away once the other does. His heart lurches. He feels like he's suffocating. He doesn't say a word - he can't - even as he hears TNT exploding near him, eyes glazed over, unfocused.
"Tommy, I have an ultimatum for you." He stares back into familiar blue eyes. But it's not the same. Not ever. It's too sharp, too calculating, let alone the childlike wonder he's used to seeing on much brighter blue. He was forced to realize he's not looking at who he thinks he's looking. He wasn't back.
It haunts him. Even as he sleeps, even as he trains, even as he cries, even as he clutches into a familiar but lifeless body, even when he's in another world.
In which two traumatized kids gets transported into a different universe by an unknown force, left with nothing but memories and each other, and forced to become the heroes they are not.
(Cross-posted on AO3 and Quotev, so if you're more comfortable there, feel free)
❝The way you're looking at me right now
makes me wonder where you want me.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s6
─ SLOW-burn, angst, some spice
─ frequent updates!!
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