This is it guys! The fic I've been working on for the past few days! Hope you guys enjoy cause I sure did love writing this one ^^
Also, if tag this as a ship fic I will fight you 💙
Sam entered his house, sighing to himself so heavily his shoulders sagged. It had been a long day at Pandora's Vault. Dream was getting on his nerves again, testing his patience. He was sorely tempted to cut down Dream's food quantity in punishment but it was still early days. Dream was probably just lashing out due to not being in power.
Sam prayed he would settle down the longer he stayed in the prison. Otherwise he was going to start dreading every day being the Warden.
Sam slung his bag off his shoulder, hooking it around a chair and started removing the weapons from his belt. Some needed cleaning and a few were close to breaking. He pulled out his diamond sword and frowned at it's integrity. Chips and blood spots were scattered across the blade, definitely needed some work.
Sam's instincts made him swing the sword around to point at the source of the voice. Tommy froze in place, staring at the blade with wide eyes. Sam blinked then realised who was standing in front of him.
"Tommy I-" he quickly shifted the weapon from the boy's chest. "Sorry, I didn't expect you to be here."
Tommy's shoulders sagged noticeably when the sword was taken away and he rubbed his arm. "I um... I'm sorry, I can leave?"
Sam took in Tommy's stance. He was shifting his weight, gripping his arm so tightly it looked close to bleeding. His eyes kept flicking from Sam's face, to the door and the walls then returned back to Sam.
"No," Sam said, "no it's alright, are you okay?"
Tommy swallowed and gave a shrug. "I just didn't want to go home" he said quietly, "is it okay if I stay here for a bit?"
Sam softened immediately. "Of course."
He made sure Tommy could see his hand before he gently placed it on the boy's shoulder comfortingly. "I told you before you could stay here whenever you wanted, what's mine is yours and all."
Tommy blinked and to Sam's alarm, tears started to gather in the edges of his blue eyes. He suddenly wrapped himself around Sam, his hands scrabbling to hold the back of his shirt, and once they had, it was with a shaking grip.
It was one of the most intense hugs Sam had ever had in his life.
The creeper hybrid instantly reciprocated the embrace, holding the back of Tommy's head and rubbing soothing circles into his back.
"Hey, Tommy, hey just breathe yeah? Copy me" Sam kept his voice gentle, like he was soothing a frightened animal. He had no idea why Tommy was suddenly freaking out, but he would hold him for as long as the boy needed.
Tommy's breath shook as he inhaled slowly, still holding onto Sam in a vice like grip. "I'm- I'm sorry..."
Sam squeezed him reassuringly. "No, please don't apologise for this, it's alright" he murmured. "It's alright."
Tommy whimpered, pressing his face into Sam's chest to hide himself. "He's not gonna get out is he?"
Tommy shivered, hands tightening on the back of Sam's shirt. "You're not going to let him out of the prison...a-are you?"
Sam understood. "No" he instantly said, "Dream isn't leaving Pandora."
Tommy visibly flinched at the name and held Sam tighter. "T-Thank you."
Anger flooded the creeper hybrid. He knew what Dream had done to this boy, the hell he'd put him through. Tommy had been broken in exile, rebuilt with Sam's help, then shattered in prison. Dream orchestrating the one sided fight with twisted enjoyment.
"Psychopath" Sam hissed quietly making Tommy glance up.
Sam shook his head, squeezing Tommy to him again. "Nothing" he said quietly, "just hate that green asshole."
Tommy smiled a little, "me too."
Sam eventually got them both to the couch, Tommy not leaving his arms the entire time. They held each other in silence, only broken by Tommy releasing a shaky breath every once and awhile.
"You gonna be alright?" Sam murmured after a while.
Tommy hesitated. "I think so, after...after some time."
Sam appreciated the boy's honesty. "Of course" he nodded. "Would you like to stay here for a few nights?"
Tommy blinked up at him. "I don't want to be a burden Sam-"
"You're not" Sam gently ruffled the boy's hair. "I'm offering, and I'd appreciate the company, I sometimes get lonely up here. Fran's companionship is good but having someone around would be nice for a change."
Tommy opened and closed his mouth a few times then buried his face into Sam's collar bone. "I'd like to stay" he whispered. "I-If you're sure."
Sam smiled softly, dropping his head atop the boy's blonde hair. "Absolutely sure" he reassured him.
A slow exhale of breath then a shaky, "Thank you Sam."
Sam heard the relief in Tommy's voice and held the boy a little closer. Damn Dream and his manipulation. Damn the people of L'manberg who did nothing to help this boy. And damn himself for taking so long to realize how bad it had gotten.
Sam dropped a small fatherly kiss to the side of Tommy's temple and pulled back. "Have you eaten?" He asked softly.
Tommy blinked a few times, then shook his head. "I haven't eaten all day" he admitted.
Tommy shrugged awkwardly.
Sam's eyebrows dipped in concern and stood. "Better get you something to eat then, yeah?"
"You want something specific?"
Sam nodded and gently carded a hand over Tommy's head, lightly messing up the golden locks. "I'll be back in a second."
Tommy leaned into his hand and watched Sam leave to the kitchen. The creeper hybrid glanced over his shoulder to give him a smile before disappearing round the doorway.
Tommy curled into a ball on the couch, gripping his knees tightly and counting the seconds Sam had been gone.
It had been almost three minutes when the man returned, two plates in hand and a wolf at his side. Tommy's eyes lit up a bit at the sight of the canine and the dog's seemed to do the same at the sight of Tommy.
"Be gentle Fran" Sam said, placing the plates down on the coffee table and sitting back down on the couch.
Fran gave a soft woof of greeting and instantly licked Tommy's hand when he hesitantly stretched it out. It didn't take long for Tommy to be petting the dog with a soft smile on his face, Fran's tail a blur with how much he was wagging it.
"He's such a goofball" Sam laughed a little. "You're meant to be a wild predator Fran."
Fran didn't seem to care about his status as he lay down and rolled over. A wide smile on his face and tongue loling out his mouth. Tommy grinned and immediately started giving Fran a belly rub, giggling quietly when the dog's back leg started kicking.
Sam relaxed at the sound of Tommy's soft laughter. He had a brief idea of why Tommy had turned up out of the blue, so he was going to do everything in his power to make sure Tommy could keep smiling freely.
Tommy eventually stopped and sat back, eyeing the food Sam had set out.
"Go for it Tommy" Sam nodded towards the plate. "I made it to be eaten."
Tommy smiled a little in gratitude and picked up some of the food, nibbling at the edges.
Fran whined, obviously upset from the lack of attention and rolled back, pawing at Tommy's foot.
"Oh come on Fran" Sam rolled his eyes. "Let Tommy be, he needs to eat."
Fran glared at Sam and woofed, but this time it held a judgemental tone. (How the animal managed to do that was beyond Sam.)
Tommy laughed but immediately stifled it behind his hand, smiling shyly. "I don't think he's impressed."
"He never is" Sam shook his head, "he's constantly judging me."
"Maybe he has good reason to, who would ever want belly rubs to stop?"
Sam snorted. "Stop taking his side Tommy" he gently poked Tommy's ribs.
Tommy gave a muffled squeak, flinching from Sam's finger with wide eyes. Sam also paused, blinking.
"Tommy?" Sam began to smile. "You wouldn't happen to be ticklish would you?"
Tommy flushed a little. "Of course not, I'm a Big Man after all" he tried to brush off but Sam wasn't having any of it.
He carefully pushed the plates away, a smirk starting to pull at his lips. "Oh really?"
"Then you won't mind if I do this?"
Sam was fast to scuttle his fingers across Tommy's stomach making the boy yelp, giggles spilling from his mouth instantly.
"Sahaham!" He covered his face to hide his blush but made no move to get away.
Sam internally awed. Could this boy get any cuter?
"I think you're a bit ticklish Tommy" Sam tutted gently brushing over his sides, "did you lie to me?"
"Nohoho, nohot t-ticklish" Tommy pressed out between giggles.
"Not ticklish? Hmm, no, gonna have to disagree with you on that one, bud" Sam teased, moving his hands up to gently squeeze the boy's lower ribs.
"Sahahaham!" Tommy whined, twisting slightly.
Sam took his hands back, gently resting one on Tommy's knee making the boy jump slightly at the change of spots. When nothing happened, Tommy slowly lowered his hands to look at Sam.
"You okay?" Sam asked, a kind smile on his face.
Tommy nodded, shyly looking away. "C-Could...could you- um..."
Sam took one of Tommy's hands, squeezing gently. "Do you want me to keep going?"
Tommy averted all eye contact but his timid nod was unmistakable. Sam let out an audible coo making Tommy bury his red face in his hands.
"Aw Toms, come on, don't hide" Sam took the boy's hands from his face. "I want to see your smile."
Tommy seemed to be struggling on whether to speak or whether to try and hide himself again. He eventually settled on doing nothing, staring at Fran on the floor who was watching curiously. Sam chuckled and gently pushed Tommy to lie down, giving him better access to the boy's torso. He tapped his fingers against Tommy's ribs making the boy flinch and look back at Sam, nervous giggles already building up.
"S-Sahaham" Tommy pressed out, his hands lifting to his face again.
"No hiding Tommy" Sam said again, pausing his fingers in their gentle prods, waiting for the boy to lower his hands.
Tommy screwed his hands into fists pressing them to his eyes as he giggled hysterically. "Yohohou're beheheing mehehean!"
"How am I being mean?" Sam chuckled, "I just want to see your cute smile Toms, and hear that adorable laughter of yours."
Tommy shook his head, cheeks flushing even more. "Nohohohot cuhuhute" he protested through his soft laughter.
"Mmm, no, you're wrong there" Sam smiled and lightly pinched up and down Tommy's sides.
Tommy gave a short squeal, gripping the couch cushions tightly to stop himself from hiding again. Sam's fingers slowly started to climb up Tommy's ribcage, lightly fluttering around each bone on the front and back, leaving Tommy nowhere to squirm.
"Shihihihit!" Tommy kicked out, giggling up a storm.
"Good or bad?" Sam asked, gently squeezing Tommy's upper ribs.
"G-Good" Tommy managed to stutter out, then fell into another fit of giggles.
Sam smiled down at Tommy, warmth blooming in his chest. He decided to try one more spot then let the kid rest. "Mind if I test your tummy?"
Tommy squeaked, and his ears burned but he nodded, words being difficult to use.
Sam's hands dropped to Tommy's belly, he felt it quivering and chuckled.
"Something tells me you're a bit ticklish here Toms" he cooed.
Tommy crossed his arms over his chest, trying not to give in to the need to hide himself, his giggles never ceasing.
"I dohohon't knohohow" he admitted through his gentle laughter.
Sam smiled. "Well then, let's find out Gigglyinnit."
Tommy didn't have a chance to reply when Sam used one hand to spider along his belly and pinch at his sides with the other. The sensations caused Tommy to toss his head back, giggly hiccups peppering between the adorable laughter.
"Awwww! Toms! That is so cute!" Sam cooed, nimble fingers scratching at Tommy's lower belly making the boy squeal loudly and kick his feet.
"Sahahaham! Ihihit tihihickles!"
Sam snorted. "Oh really? I hadn't noticed! Does this tickle too? How about this? Don't just laugh Tommy, I need you to tell me!"
Tommy's eyes were starting to glisten with tears as Sam vibrated his fingers on either side of his stomach, wiggling them around his navel, prodded at his sides then repeated the cycle.
Sam then gently rubbed at his belly, relaxing the muscles but still making Tommy giggle hysterically.
"Okay Toms, do you want me to do one last thing or would you prefer me to stop now?" Sam asked kindly.
Tommy placed his hand over Sam's, pausing his movements on his stomach. He blinked up at the man and then with a giggle laced voice said, "O-One lahahast thihihing."
Sam cocked an eyebrow, letting a mischievous smirk lift his lips. "You sure you can take it?"
Tommy nodded, a nervous but excited look in his eyes.
"Alright then, you asked for this" Sam shrugged.
When he started to slowly lift Tommy's shirt, the boy's eyes widened and he started to giggle louder.
"S-Sahaham" he stuttered.
"Yeah, that's my name Tomathy," Sam grinned.
Tommy shook his head and gripped his arms, watching with giggly anticipation. Sam softened.
"I'll stop the second you tell me to, okay?" He promised.
Tommy nodded and relaxed a bit, although his stomach was starting to quiver again. Sam chuckled and then without warning, blew a quick raspberry on Tommy's side.
Tommy squealed, body twisting into the couch. "SAHAHahaham!"
Sam then started squeezing at Tommy's hips bones, blowing mini raspberries across the teen's lower belly.
"SAHAHAM! SHIHIHIHIT!" Tommy started kicking the couch cushions, trying to curl into a ball.
"Nuh uh" Sam tutted, "none of that Tommy."
He gently got the boy to uncurl, massaging circles into his hips all the way. "The tickle monster wants to give you more raspberries! Don't hide his favorite tickle spot from him!"
"Nohoho! Sahaham!" Tommy blushed, "dohohon't tahahalk lihihike thahahat!"
"Why not? Does it embarrass you Toms?" Sam grinned, "well too bad! The tickle monster is hungry so laugh for him!"
He dropped his head again to blow a raspberry directly over Tommy's bellybutton. Tommy threw his head back with a shriek, bubbly laughter tumbling from his lips seconds later.
"Om nom nom!" Sam made over exaggerated eating sounds, blowing short raspberries all over Tommy's stomach and pinching at his lower ribs.
Tommy shook his head in his hysteria. The sensations felt amazing but it also overwhelming, his exhaustion finally catching up to him.
"SAHAHAM! STOHOHOP!" Tommy squealed out, pressing his hands to Sam's shoulders.
Sam immediately lifted his head, running a hand over Tommy's stomach to help ease the ghost tickles. Tommy lay giggling on the couch, eyes closed and a wide smile on his face.
"You alright?" Sam asked, pulling Tommy's shirt back over his stomach.
"Y-Yehehahah" Tommy squeaked out, "I'm good."
Sam smiled and scooped the boy into his arms, Tommy practically going limp the second he was settled against Sam's chest.
"You did so well" Sam smiled, "took that like an absolute champ."
"Pogchamp" Tommy muttered with a giggle making Sam laugh too.
Fran leapt up onto the couch, not wanted to be left out of some cuddles. Usually Sam would protest the dog being on the couch but when Tommy immediately buried his hands in the wolf's soft fur, he couldn't find it in him to get Fran off.
Instead he ruffled his dog's ears and held Tommy securely.
"Thanks Sam" Tommy mumbled after a moment of sikence, "for everything."
Sam squeezed the boy to him. "Course Toms, wasn't about to let my favorite kid down."
Tommy looked up at him with wide, sparkling eyes. "I'm your favorite?"
"You're the tickle monsters favorite" Sam lightly wiggled his fingers at Tommy's neck making the boy flinch and giggle softly. "And you're also mine."
Tommy grinned. "Don't tell Tubbo and Ranboo, they'd throw a fit."
"Wouldn't dream of it" Sam chuckled.
They sat in comfortable silence until sleep over took them both, Fran watching over them protectively.
