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"From The One You Left Behind"

OH MY GOD?????

I THOUGHT I WAS BATA READING????/j

Good night!!!

I can give you my email tiktok or discord through like Tumblr DMS (or you can give it to me through Tumblr DMS that's an option too) or something idk gonna be honest I've never bata read for anyone

Hey duck! I've seen your repost about you writing the first chapter draft and I would love to beta read it and maybe give some suggestions (if you let me)

I can't wait to see what you wrote :D

Anyway I originally wrote this at 5:40 in the morning while waiting for my mom to come home from work and I just couldn't stop thinking about this little blurb:.

Hours later the cake is done and Tommy's cooked lunch. Sure he told Fundy that he'd wake him up after he would finish the cake… But the man looked bone tired when he rushed into that house. So a couple hours more couldn't hurt him!

Plus Tommy would never admit it, but when Fundy called him Mama again he nearly burst into tears. And thank Prime for his poker face, or maybe it was Fundy's exhaustion that kept him from doing so. But it was time to wake the little fox from his long needed nap.

"Little Fox…" Tommy sang, practically cooed into the dim room. The curtains were pulled tight and Fundy was curled into a little blanket fort he'd definitely fashioned for his young son yogurt. It brought back old memories of Tommy doing the exact same thing whenever Fundy had a nightmare when he was young… Tommy sat on the edge of the bed tapping his son nephew gently. “It's time to get up little fox. Or- should I call you big fox now? Being as you have a little fox of your own?” Tommy asked playfully, only to be met with a grumpy smack to his hand as Fundy cuddled it to his chest just like he used to.

“No. I'm little fox. I'm always little fox.” Fundy murmured, stubborn and sleepy as he looked at his Mama. “Well then what does that make yogurt?” Tommy asked, a little confused and surprised by the stubborn sleepiness. “Tiny Fox.” Fundy answered with the simplicity of a 5-year-old proclaiming the sky is blue as he drowsily played with his Mama's fingers. Tommy barely suppressed a cackle at the simplistic response as he helped Fundy out of the bed. The redhead practically flopping over Tommy with how bone dead tired he was.

“Come on then little fox. Why don't you, me, and tiny Fox have some lunch and get some fresh air outside in the front yard Yeah?” Tommy suggested trying (and failing) to suppress, more giggles at how floppy his son nephew was. Tommy helps Fundy out to the living room setting him down on the couch while yogurt crowds him. Yipping and chirping about how much fun he had with ‘Uncle Mommy’ while Fundy just nodded along, happy to let his son ramble.

Yogurt continued to talk as they ate. Tommy nodding along and asking leading questions, encouraging the child. Once again it brought memories back to Fundy as he watched the both of them. Reminded of how gentle and soft and encouraging Tommy was with him and it made something bitter curl in his stomach. Because why was Tommy put in charge of a child while being a child himself? His incompetent father stretched him thin across the lands of a L’manberg and Fundy just couldn't understand why, it's one of the things he thinks he'll never understand.

Once they finished lunch together Fundy stood up, intending to take the dishes because Tommy had done so much already. And the last thing he wanted was to become incompetent and reliant on his mama. But it was yogurt who took the plates from him, running to the kitchen with a giggle. As Tommy followed after him with a small smile, looking at him just like he used to look at Fundy. Moments later the water was running and yogurt's happy yips filled the air as Fundy stood there in shock, wondering if Tommy's tactics had ever worked so well on him.

Later, Fundy found himself sitting on the porch stairs next to his mama, watching his son play in the yard chasing a butterfly innocently. They sat there quietly for a long while watching the youngest of the three play about like children were supposed to. That was until Tommy broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke. “I miss when your eyes were that blue…” Tommy said and Fundy looked at him with curiosity as he responded. “What do you mean?” Tommy let out a small chuckle as he continued to watch yogurt.

“I mean all foxes are born with the same beautiful blue eyes, If a bit of a shade difference, and as they grow it changes color… You used to have blue eyes like mine when you were young…” Tommy said gaining a wistful look on his face as if looking into the past, as he spoke. “You used to shout about how happy you were to have my eyes instead of your father's. I tried to tell you that that's not how it worked. That me and your father weren’t actually related, but you just wouldn't listen. it was quite adorable actually…”

And Fundy could do nothing but hum at the new information, because he didn't remember that. And he found himself wishing that the blue eyes had stayed, that he had eyes like his mama. He didn't know whose eyes he had, he couldn't quite remember Sally's anymore, she had left far too long ago for him to remember much about her. And he'd hate to have his father's eyes. He'd like to say he likes his eyes even so, Even if they weren't exactly like his mama's. And he found himself open that his son's eyes could turn out like his even though it was a small chance after all they aren't related by blood. He found himself looking at Tommy as that thought crossed his mind Maybe they weren't related by blood but maybe we didn't need to be…

So that was a lot longer than I anticipated it being… I swear it was an accident… The creative juices just kept goin.

But anyway I have way too many head cannons about these two especially Tommy So let me know if you want to know some of them 👍

Also this has gotten a little too long for me to do so here but I really want to talk to you about one of the little throw away lines that you put in sins of the Father but I'll do that in another ask (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

Hi to you as well!

Here's The Sins of the Father for anyone who wants it.

With that tad bit of self promotion out of the way I wanted to say that I absolutely agree, it's a pity that we don't have more Tommy and Fundy-focused fics.

Which is why I was overjoyed to read what you wrote!! I loved it! It's a very sweet continuation. And it came at a perfect time because I was just re-reading that exact fic (yeah, sometimes I read my own fics, I am my target audience after all). And I absolutely love how you characterized Tommy, making him struggle to keep in mind that Fundy is indeed his nephew and technically not his son (he is his son in every way that matters, but shhh).