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Tommy woke to fingers combing through his hair, he purred at the feeling. Warm. Pleasant. Nice.
Worry-Stress-Concern
“C’mon, Theseus, you’re alright,” a warm, gentle voice said, it was nice, reminding him of a mother, a nice, gentle mother who’d wrap him in leathery wings and help him with his first steps.
Slowly he cracked open his eyes to see Puffy, a tired look on her face.
“There we go. Hey, you gave us quite a scare, you had a pretty nasty fever, y’know,” Puffy murmured.
Tommy let out a confused hum, “Fever?” He asked confused, his voice coming out all croaky and sore. He didn't know he could get fevers. Weird.
“Yeah mate, your temperature was scarily high,” Phil answered.
Phil was there too? What about Wilbur and Technoblade, something in Tommy begged for them to be close, he wanted the pair of werewolves. He whined, pleading for the- his? Brothers.
Wait- high temperature? He runs higher than a human normally, fuck, was he in trouble? Was that why Puffy was there?
“Phil, could you please get Theseus some water?” Puffy requested.
Shit- shit fuck shit and now she's sending out Phil? What the fuck did Tommy do this time.
Phil nodded and left the room, Puffy turned to Tommy, sighing - fuck - “I’m sorry I put you in this position Tommy, I assumed you’d be fine until I could figure something out, gods, i'm so sorry,” she wrapped her arms around Tommy, forcing him to sit upright. Wait… what? Where was the lecture, to tell him what he did wrong? Why was he being removed from another home? Well- he knows why he can’t stay at the Crafts but it hadn’t even been a week had it?
“Do you remember anything?” Puffy asked, pulling back from her hug but keeping Tommy upright by holding his shoulders.
He remembered… sitting with Technoblade and reading… Wilbur playing him music in the attic and… Phil being nice, really nice - which was weird, because he was an adult. He also remembered being really tired, and hungry, he was starving. Fuck. Was that why Puffy was there? Did he do something?
“Wilbur… and Technoblade,” Tommy mumbled, they weren’t in the room. Tommy bit back another needy whine.
“We'll get to that. First, Theseus, we need to talk.” Great. Puffy was using her serious tone.
Tommy glared at her with a frown.
“They don’t know… do they?”
Tommy shook his head, like he was going to tell them what he was. Telling them meant allowing them to see him the way everyone else did. A demon. Hellspawn. Freak. If he was leaving anyway he at least wanted to leave as a positive memory. “They don’t know what I am…”
“Why not?”
And fuck did that piss Tommy off, was it not obvious?
“What do you mean ‘why not’ fuckers don’t like demons, its like- rule one or some fucking shit,” Tommy grumbled.
Puffy had the fucking audacity to laugh, “You never know, they seemed awfully fond of you. They begged me not to take you away before you woke up. They like you a lot it seems,” she smiled.
Fond… of Tommy. His heart swooned at the idea, it warmed him to his very core, to have someone caring for him so deeply… nest, pack, family.
Tommy purred at the thought. Family.
“They’re waiting outside, do you want to see them?”
Tommy hesitated before nodding, truthfully he wasn’t sure if he wanted to see them or if he was too scared too. But it couldn’t be the latter because Tommy wasn’t scared of anything, Big man Tommy Innit they call him.
He watched the door swing open as Wilbur forced his way in as soon as Tommy gave the okay, practically shoving Puffy aside to get to Tommy, “You were really sick, but you’re okay now right? You’ll be okay?” Questions were hurled at Tommy faster than he could answer - or understand really.
Technoblade was more polite, stepping into a room and looking at Tommy with a concerned expression - one that was almost funny to see on his face.
Puffy didn’t seem all that offended, she smiled, watching them with a soft expression, “So… your foster brothers are werewolves,” she commented.
It was likely more for the twins' benefit than Tommy’s, so they were aware she knew. Even so both Wilbur and Technoblade turned to her, growls bubbling up their throats as a warning. Tommy had to stop himself from laughing, “She’s safe,” he assured the werewolves, “She’s a sheep hybrid. Careful though, she can kick your asses with one hand behind her back.”
Wilbur scoffed teasingly, “You give away others secrets but not your own?” he mused.
Tommy opened his mouth to respond, making up some half hearted excuse about how it was different - Puffy wasn’t a demon. But thankfully he didn’t have to struggle to defend himself as it was at that moment that Phil chose to come back with Tommys water, little ice cubes floated near the top making the glass pleasantly cool to the touch.
“Thank you, Phil,” Tommy said, shooting Puffy a glare.
“I have some paperwork that needs to be filled, Phil, come with me please?” Puffy smiled. Phil followed her out leaving the boys alone (much to Tommy's displeasure.)
Tommy curled in on himself, taking small sips from his water glass.
Wilbur - ever ignoring the rule of personal space - sat on the bed and shuffled over to Tommy, dropping his glamour, which Tommy was sure was just because Wilbur wanted to annoy him into giving up his secrets by thumping his tail against the bed and its ridiculous pile of blankets.
Technoblade sat at the foot of the bed, ready to pull Wilbur anyway if he needed to.
“Why does it feel like I’m about to be interrogated…” Tommy groaned, Wilbur's tail rhythmically thumping against the bed sounding more and more like the ticking of a clock.
“We won't force anything out of you,” Technoblade said. Like that made Tommy feel any better. Sure they totally wont force anything out of him, that's why he was cornered.
Tommy swallowed thickly. He tried to steel his nerves but knew there was a very likely chance he’d leave again with more scars than he first entered the house with. They’d at least be something to remember them by.
“If you… can you just give me a fuckin’ warning if you choose to go apeshit or something…” Tommy muttered, his mouth painfully dry.
“They like you a lot.” Puffy’s words echoed back in his head and fuck did he hope they were true. Tommy could just hope they thought he was entertaining enough to keep around.
His fingers ghosted over the gem that hung from his ear, the magic stretching out to prod at his fingers curiously. He could feel as his horns and tail re-manifested, he squeezed his eyes tightly, waiting for an impact, pain in his skin. A growl. Something. Anything.
Nothing came.
He slowly opened his eyes, Wilbur and Technoblade both stared at him with twin quizzical expressions.
“I was expecting cthulhu,” were the first words that left Technoblades mouth.
Tommy choked on a laugh, “You- cthulhu?”
Technoblade shrugged, “You seemed so- scared about it, I didn’t think you’d just be… my little brother but with horns and a tail.”
Little brother… little brother.
Did Technoblade just call him his little brother??
“But with horns and a tail…” Tommy repeated quietly, nearly in a whisper, as if his demonic features were just a halloween costume tacked on and not one of his defining features.
“Well, yeah, you’re still… Theseus right?” Wilbur said.
“Tommy,” Technoblade corrected.
He started leaking again, launching himself at Wilbur and letting out loud sobs, reaching for Technoblade as well who slid over, joining in on the hug.
Affection-Love-Pack-Stay
He was Tommy. And that was all he had to be… Tommy.
“We have to get dad to adopt you, and you have to teach us about your species and-”
“Slow down Wilbur, ask him your questions one at a time,” Technoblade instructed.
Wilbur huffed dramatically, pulling Tommy away from Technoblade and sneer at his twin. "We have to let dad know you're staying!"
"I can stay?" Tommy asked, his voice breaking.
Wilbur tightened his hold, "Of course, you're my baby brother, little small, baby pup," he teased.
Tommy hissed in offense, "I'm a very big man, I'll have you know! Keeper of many wives, slayer of men."
"Oh yes, I'm sure," Wilbur snorted, rolling his eyes.
"Bitch."
Wilbur grinned, pulling Tommy from the bed and leading him to the top of the stairs, “C’mon! C’mon!” Wilbur ushered, dragging Tommy along as he barely managed to fix his glamour as Wilbur nearly forced him to literally tumble down the stairs.
“Wilbur,” Technoblade pointed to his own ears in warning.
Wilbur quickly fixed his own glamour, and rushed into the dining room, Tommy in tow. “Dad!” he announced, “I want Tommy to be my new little brother, you can’t say no.”
Tommy sighed, putting on his best sheepish smile as the two adults turned to the three boys.
Phil smiled, “Tommy?”
Oh, right, “Yeah, it’s- a nickname, easier than Theseus.” And 10x better too.
Puffy smiled, “I can get the papers sorted if you’d like.”
“Yeah,” Phil and Tommy said in unison.
“This is a fuckin’ mess,” Tommy huffed into his new brothers shoulder.
Wilbur scoffed, offended, “I’ll have you know this is controlled chaos!” he huffed back.
“Wilbur… No nest looks like this, not a single one,” Tommy resisted the urge to laugh at the frankly monstrous pile of twisted blankets that looked uncomfortable as is without Tommy even having to touch them, with a mountain of pillows in all the wrong textured fabric that probably weighed more than Tommy did.
“I agree with Tommy, you made a mess.” Techno added.
Tommy grinned at him, “See, that's why Techno is my favourite.”
“You little!” Wilbur tackled Tommy into the ‘nest’ laughing and growling playfully at him.
Affection-Love-Pack-Mine-Family
Tommy didn’t hesitate to drink up the emotions, affection was even better than anger somehow, or maybe it was just the fact it was his family’s affection for him. It didn't matter.
Tommy was safe, happy and most importantly, loved.