Under Gold and Red

(This story is a what-if story if Tommy decided he had enough of Wilber and chose Quackity instead. I've had this story for a while, and I went through various different versions of it, and this is the newest version of the fanfiction. And I thought this was perfect enough to start posting. on Wattpad.)

📖 Shorter Description Version

Tommy leaves Wilbur for Las Nevadas expecting politics.

Instead, he finds a flock.

With grafted Ziz wings, a growing hatchling, and an enchanting system no one else understands, Tommy begins to reclaim everything that was taken from him - his power, his instincts, and his place in the world.

This time, he won't be prey.
And he won't be alone.

📖 Story Description (Long Form)

Tommy didn't choose Las Nevadas because he trusted Quackity.

He chose it because he knew Wilbur wasn't safe anymore.

What starts as an escape becomes something else entirely when Quackity sees what no one else did - that Tommy's instincts were never paranoia. That the boy who survived exile had always been planning for something worse.

Under a dirt shack between enemy borders lies proof of it: a hidden system of farms, machines, and contingencies built by a version of Tommy no one bothered to understand.

But Las Nevadas doesn't just offer safety.

It offers restoration.

Wings grafted from a dying Ziz.
A hatchling who imprints not just on Tommy, but on the flock forming around him.
An enchanting table that rewrites the rules.
A city that learns to protect instead of consume.

As Tommy's body changes - wings strengthening, tail forming, instincts sharpening - so does his place in the world. He is no longer prey. No longer someone left behind for politics, obsession, or manipulation.

And this time, when something hunts in the desert shadows...

It will find a flock waiting.