// TW: Gore mention
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Tommy was scared.
Scared that Dream would claw back into his life, claws dipped with poison.
He was scared that Dream would hurt him again, no. Take his wings.
The blonde had shared his worries with his family many times, but they all said the same thing.
"No one knows where we live."
"He doesn't know you're here."
They haven't seen Dreams tricks, not the way Tommy has. Not the physiological torture that Tommy has been put through and endured for the past months.
They dont know.
And that scares him.
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Tommy slammed his body quite softly into Technoblades couch that had many layers, riddled with countless pillows and blankets, closing his eyes.
He barely even heard the sound of steel boots stomping on wood flooring getting closer to him, his ears being mostly covered with cushioning.
"Oh my gods, Tommy-" His piglin brother huffed.
"How many times do I have to tell you?" Technoblade crossed his arms, standing in front of Tommy in his relaxed, lazy like position in the mountain of fluff that was his couch.
"You're just wasting gapples on purpose now. Just eat some steak instead." The pinkette pinched the bridge of his nose, lifting up his glasses slightly in the process.
Tommy grunted at the Blade, ignoring his request and bit into the golden apple in the loudest way he could, giving his middle finger up to the pinkette.
"That's it---" Technoblade cracked his knuckles, taking off his cape and throwing it at the stairs.
Seconds later the teen found himself in the air, being completely ripped out of his comfort and instead being lifted by Technoblade, who was now trying to steal his half-eaten gapple and any other's he had on him in a playful matter, like they were kids again.
His wings have healed by now, so this didn't hurt. Instead like any sibling would, Tommy started kicking and hitting Techno in the face with his wings, screaming and laughing.
But of course, the blonde lost. His two gapples now happily resting in the pinkettes palm, his long black painted nails threatening to peirce the fruit, who then threw a stack of cooked steak at his face.
"Eat up." Technoblade said with a smug look on his face, who then promptly walked over to the chests in a seperate room.
But this time the pinkette put the gapples in his secret chest along with the rest, keeping them all locked up and safe from Tommys grabby bird hands.
Tommy had recently gave up on being upset with Technoblade, he missed his brother anyway. And he didn't think he had any bad intentions which is always a good thing on this server.
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That night Tommy couldn't sleep a wink.
The seconds ticked away like they were nothing, like they didn't exist.
He stared at the shadowed walls of his room, illuminated slightly by the moon light creeping between the cracks of his curtains, daydreaming, the shadows swallowed him. Being left alone with nothing but his thoughts, and his messed up bed sheets.
There was this feeling, clawing away at his chest. Like something was going to happen to him. He knew nothing would, he was safe, he lived with the Technoblade for fucks sake. But he didn't feel safe. He was just so paranoid, all the time.
Countless situations of where Dream found them or him piled up into his head, Tommy was unable to shake the thoughts off.
Dream slicing or ripping off his wings with great force, killing Tommy for leaving him. Guilt tripping. Manipulation. Abuse. Blowing up his new found valuables. Killing his fami-
- knock - knock -
"Hello?" Tommy snapped out of his daze.
"You're still awake?" A deep, but calming voice entered the room.
Technoblade opened the door gently, this time bare feet hitting the floor instead of steel, he was in his pajamas, a plain white t-shirt, and cotton, navy pants.
"Tommy, it's three in the mornin-"
Technoblade turned his gaze to the clock on Tommys wall.
"Never mind, four in the mornin'."
Techno didn't seem mad at Tommy for being up this late, more annoyed that the boy hasn't slept yet.
One of the things Technoblade values most in his life is sleep, so seeing Tommy refuse to sleep like this confuses him.
The pinkette had noticed Tommys sleep schedule was fucked up, but this kid was staying up until all hours, staring at a wall. How boring.
And he was also refusing to sleep, constantly saying he wasn't tired, but he was so tired. The stress was slowly getting to him.
"Fuck off Blade, I'm not even that tired."
Technoblades ear twitched.
"Tommy, I hate to break it to you. But you look tired. You need sleep."
"I don't need it if I'm not tired, Blade. I look handsome and pog and better than ev-" The teen snapped back before quickly being interrupted.
"What, do you want some warm milk or somethin'? Is that what kids need to help them sleep better?"
Techno seemed to be talking more to himself more than Tommy, ignoring his loudly whispered yelling, telling him that he's not a fucking baby anymore and that he doesn't need warm milk to sleep.
At first Tommy thought the piglin was joking, but of course, the blade left the room and went straight to the kitchen, opening the fridge.
There's no way he'll fall asleep with milk. You need to put something else in there.
The voices cooed in his ear repeating difference variations of that sentence, and they were right. The old wives tale of warm milk making you sleep is complete and utter bullshit. There's no sleeping potions mixed into it or anything.
Wait
Sleeping potions-
He's got a few of them lying around, somewhere. A smile tugged the corners of his lips. Gods, he's so smart.
Technoblade tip-toed room from room, hoping to find some, but ended up waking up Phil in the process.
"Mate, what the fuck are you up to at 4am?" Phil said groggily, yawning. Making Techno yawn too.
"--Tryna make the kid go to sleep."
"Wha-" Phil rubbed his eye.
"Do you know where any of the sleeping potions are or the ingredients for any?"
"There's a few sleeping potions in the cupboard in the bathroom." Philza even didn't want to question anymore, he just wanted to go back to bed, so he did.
Techno walked up the stairs, not very sneakily this time though. He had already woken up Phil, Tommy hasn't slept, and well, he doesn't know if Ghostbur sleeps or not. Probably not.
He's probably in the spare room scribbling away at a sketch pad, sketching the night away.
There ended up being two perfect un opened glass bottles of the remedy, hiding away in the bathroom.
Technoblade just hopes the potions aren't out of date. He doesn't even remember making these.
The piglin popped the cap off with his nail, smelling it briefly.
Nope, not out of date. He breathed a sigh of relief that he wouldn't have to get out his potion books and equipment at this time in the morning.
He then scurried down to the kitchen, getting out milk, a pot, and turned on the stove.
The Blade grabbed a clean spoon, and he mixed the clear potion into the milk. Thank god it was clear, Tommy would lose his mind if he knew he'd done this.
Luckily for him, in this world if you mixed a potion in with something the potion would replicate the others taste, so he didn't have to worry about that, thank gods.
Why is he doing this, it's literally four am. Techno is just as tired.
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"Right. Here, brat." Technoblade shoved the mug of milk into Tommy's hand's.
"Big T. I'm not five years old."
"You sure? 'cuz you're sure actin' like one, refusin' to sleep properly and all."
"..Technoblade"
"Hm?"
"Are you sure Dream can't find us? Like are you completely positive and sure?" Tommy fiddled with the mugs handle.
"For the millionth time, yes. I'm positive that Dream will not find us."
Before Tommy could protest, Techno spoke again.
"Now drink your milk and go to sleep."
"Fine, man" The blonde said, dragging out the 'e' in fine and 'n' in man, using a whiney tone. It made the piglin want to cover his ears. But that would be rude. They twitched instead.
"Alright, Goodnight then Tommy."
"G'night Techno."
The pinkette opened the door and left, and started heading to his own room.
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The avian stared at the warm mug, realising he was a little bit thirsty.
"I am not a child." He whispered, gulping down the milk.
Then for the first time in ages, Tommy wanted to sleep. He didn't care about Dream anymore, just sleep.
Maybe things would be okay.
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THERE U GO BFFS- kind of a filler but that's okay
Thanks for reading ;) <3
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