TommyInnit Fics Archive

(2,569 | 1/1 | Teen And Up Audiences)

Summary: Wilbur Soot, member of the indie band ‘LoveJoy,’ sits in the back of Big Russ’ car after a trip to Alton Towers with Tommy and Phil. Notes app open, and he’s trying to write lyrics for the bands new EP but having no luck.

Fortunately for him, the brash blonde beside him just happens to know a bit more about writing lyrics than he lets on.

(3,007 | 1/1 | General Audiences)

Summary: “Of course,” Mark nods, grabbing the biscuits - because let's be real, he never stood a chance. “You're desperate for my generosity. I mean everything to you.”

“You remember what I told you!” The kid grins, canines gleaming. Joe smothers a laugh from behind him. “Now you understand how much you love me.”

A hand moving up to gently tug at Tommy’s curls, he smiles. “You got it, kid.”

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(2,695 | 1/1| General Audiences)

Summary: Wilbur smiled, indulging the boy, “You want Perfume, Tommy?”

“Yes!”

“Well, it is his song, after all.” Ash pointed out, amused.

Tommy, wide-eyed and grinning, nodded. “Oh, Ash, I knew you were my favorite.”

“Rude.” Wilbur flicked Tommy’s forehead.

“You’re my third favorite, Wil!”

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(3,080 | 1/1 | General Audiences)

Summary: Wilbur was an affectionate man but at this point in his life he learned how to hold himself back from being too affectionate with people.

Holding back the urge to cling to the people he cares about and holding back the I love you’s he wanted to say was usually an easy task for him.

If only Tommy fucking Innit didn’t make not saying I love you so fucking difficult.

Or:

(2,628 | 1/1 | General Audiences)

Summary: “Does anyone have any spruce?” Niki quietly asks. Or, it’s not really quiet, everyone else is just louder.

Tommy’s not logged onto the origin server, so he doesn’t respond—continues to drift in and out of the conversation. After a moment though, his eyebrows furrow, glancing at the Discord channel, waiting.

Niki’s a little louder when she repeats herself, “Does anyone-” She’s cut off by Sneegsnag’s roaring laugh—Tommy’s unsure what prompted laughter, he was more focused on Niki.

She doesn’t ask again. Tommy’s fully frowning, his spinning stopped as he glares at the VC.

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(1,909 | 1/1 | Not Rated)

Summary: “No Phil, the government didn’t kill me”

Wilbur finds himself saying as he stalks towards his father who seems so small next to the all-powerful Techno.

“You did”

The tension in the cave reaches a breaking point, Wilbur can barely hear the gasps of shock over his pounding heartbeat.

(1,586 | 1/1 | Mature)

(1,339 | 1/1 | General Audiences)

Summary: Sometimes things don't work out how some dream.

Tommy runs to start anew with only his Mooshroom as his companion.

(13,001 | 5/5 | Teen And Up Audiences)

Summary: Tommy is an orphaned borrower forced to move from the house he grew up in.

Wilbur is a foster kid inbetween homes.

(3,383 | 1/1 | General Audiences)

Summary: Dumbfounded, George slaps his shoulder, ignoring his whine at the slight pain. “I know I call you an idiot a lot, but you cannot be that stupid.” He slaps his shoulder again, harder, when Tommy stays silent. “You’re fucking with me. That man has adopted you as his brother, and you think he’s only doing it for shits and giggles?!”

“No?” Tommy mumbles, looking at his feet. “Just- it’s tough, yeah?”

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(10,415 | 1/1 | Teen And Up Audiences)

Summary: The fae was tall. Much taller than Tommy, and probably anyone else in the village for that matter. Hair the color of dark oak spilled over his forehead in tumbling curls. Flecks of gold dotted his cheeks like freckles, sitting underneath a pair of knowing eyes that seemed to flash between shades of earth and honey. His tall frame was draped in the most expensive-looking clothes Tommy had ever seen—flowing fabric in shades of snow and sunlight billowed in the light breeze. And there was so much jewelry. Gold bands decorated his arms, dangling gems decorated his pointed ears, and a shimmering gold circlet rested on his forehead.

Past the beauty though, there was danger. His nails were pointed, his teeth too sharp. When Tommy tried to look him in the eyes, his head grew fuzzy, as if perceiving the fae directly wasn’t something he was supposed to attempt.

He was smiling as he looked over Tommy.

“Are you lost?” He asked in that same lyrical voice.

(2,179 | 1/1 | General Audiences)

Summary: He stands next to Tubbo and Jack, staring at Wilbur - he tries to say as quietly as possible, “Wilbur, you prick, please don't shock me.” My life is literally in your hands.

Wilbur raises an eyebrow. Then he purposely moves the ring so it touches the wall - and Tommy jolts.

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(1,489 | 1/1 | General Audiences)

Summary: “I wanted to ask you something, big man,” and he leans closer to him, eyes narrowed in concentration. “why didn't you say anything mean?”

Wilbur glances at him, once, before he - strangely relaxed, looks back at his phone. “Because it's you.”

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(1,586 | 1/1 | General Audiences)