“Theo, stop moving around! Clem, stop fucking around and quite biting my ankle! Hey, don’t use that tone with me, young lad- Clementine!”
Fundy appeared half dead as he laid on the couch, exhausted. He watched as both Theo and Clementine hounded Tommy, who was just trying to make adjustments to their formal wear. Groaning as he hoisted himself into a sitting position, Fundy rubbed his eyes as he addressed his uncle.
“Give it up, Tommy, they aren’t gonna sit still. Wilbur gave them candy this morning.”
“I know, Fundy. Jesus, what the fuck was Wil thinking?!”
“Look at the bright side, you were able to quickly make adjustments to the bot-boys.”
“Only because Grumbot and Jrumbot are saints. I swear, Grian is a better father than I am at times. Don’t fucking tell him I said that- Clementine! What the fuck?!”
Both Fundy and Tommy looked down to the two children, who both appeared to be offended. Clementine huffed as she stomped her kicking foot on the ground, her arms crossed as she glared at her father. Theo did his best to match his cousin’s level of intimidating energy, giving an annoyed looks at his father and great uncle.
“No!”
“No what?”
“Noooo!”
“Ender- Clem, I can’t understand what's wrong when you throw fits, okay? Take a deep breath, collect yourself, then tell me what’s wrong.”
“Hnnnn”
Tommy frowned as he stared at the younger girl, who seemed to grow more irritated by the second. He knew her, though, could read her body language perfectly. She wasn’t angry or irritated, she was hurt and upset. Kneeling down, he held his hands out to his daughter, who glared at them in fury. After realizing her father’s hands weren’t going to combust, she sighed as she placed her tiny hands in Tommy’s bigger ones. Slumping her shoulders in defeat, she frowned down at her feet. Giving a frown of his own, Tommy lowered his head to try and make eye contact with Clementine, to no avail.
“Hey, look at me. Please?”
He watched with slight appeasement as she tilted her head up, her eyes slowly meeting Tommy’s. He gave her a hesitant smile, gently rubbing her tiny hands in a comforting manner as he did so.
“What’s wrong, little moth?”
Clementine didn’t talk much, opting to use her growls and grunts to communicate. This, however, wasn’t a situation where that form of communication would help things run smoothly. Moving her eyes from her dad’s face down to their joined hands, she frowned as her bottom lip began to quiver.
“I’m bad.”
“...What?”
“No good. Bad. Not nice. Not calm.”
As he stared at the sad expression resting on the girl’s face, Tommy suddenly felt small once again. He felt the same way he did when his father complained about him, not realizing his youngest was listening. He remembered the self doubt he felt and the hurt in his chest when his dad would compare him to his older brothers. It had fucking hurt when he was a kid, and it still did. And now? Now he was doing the same to his daughter. He was the fucking worst.
“No-Clementine, that isn’t true. Fuck, I- That’s not what I- Listen-”
Tommy sat down completely as he leaned forward, peering into the sad eyes of his daughter. Fuck, who knew being a parent would hurt his heart so fucking much? He was in his fucking feels at the moment, and it was all because of the toddler that stood before him. He was so scared of hurting her, of giving her reasons to despise and disown him as her father. He had to fix this, he needed to.
“The day I found you, I felt a piece of me return. It’s okay that you’re not like your cousins. You know what? I’m glad you’re not like them. You’re you, and you are being the best you there is. You’re not bad, Clementine, you’re fucking lovely. Don’t ever doubt yourself, okay? You’re a fucking badass, a brilliant one, too. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to compare you to your cousins.”
The small smile that graced Clementine’s lips was enough to fill Tommy with relief. Pulling her into a hug, he smiled as he felt her cling onto his shirt for comfort. Looking to the side, he hummed as he motioned for his great nephew to join in on the hug. Theo, who was quietly watching it all, happily ran into the hug, pulling his father along with him. So much had happened in such little time that Tommy forgot that kids were easily overwhelmed. From discovering new family, the park’s opening, house renovations, and then personal schedules, it was too much for the two to handle. They got along and enjoyed their cousins, but Tommy and Fundy had forgotten that they needed more than just that. They needed reassurance that they were enough.
“Now, can you two please let Tommy make final adjustments to your outfits? We have a ball to attend to, after all.”
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Attending the ball was truly a blast from the past. Tommy snickered as Kristin gushed about the matching outfits her grandbabies and youngest son were wearing, alongside with her own. Most of the members from the Dream SMP just gawked in silence as Lani, who was matching with both Drista and Tubbo, twirled and bragged about how wonderful of a designer and tailor Tommy was.
“Tommy made those?”
“Yup! He sure did!”
“But they’re so...elegant.”
“Oi! Fuck you!”
Laughter erupted from the group as the music played in the background. As the group conversed among one another, pairs began to break off to dance.
“Pa!”
Tommy peered down at Clementine, who held her hands up expectedly. Letting out a laugh, he scooped her up into his arms, smiling as she giggled with every bounce her father caused with his laughter. She smiled brightly at him as he fixed the tiara on her head. She laid her head on his shoulder as he swayed along to the music, both content. After a moment, Tommy felt his daughter’s head lift from his shoulder.
“Cousins.”
He turned to follow her line of sight to see Theo, Grumbot and Jrumbot all waving at him, their suits and hair fixed appropriately for the occasion. Returning the wave, he smiled at his daughter, setting her down with a nod.
“Yeah, you four go dance and have fun. Be careful.”
He couldn’t help but smile as her curls bounced as she squealed in excitement. Giving Tommy a hug, she quickly grabbed a hold of her cousins and rushed to the dance floor, smiling as her cousins argued as to which pair should dance with who. As he watched his only child scurry away with her cousins, he couldn’t help but sigh. The feeling of a hand on his forearm caught his attention. Turning to the side, he saw Tubbo smile at him, Lani and Drista right behind him.
“C’mon, let’s go dance.”
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Tommy and Lani were doing their best to not disrupt their dancing with silent wheezes of laughter, they really were. It’s not their fault, everyone was making it so hard for them!
“It’s like he’s dancing with Mount Everest!”
“Holy shit, this is hilarious.”
The pair watched in amusement as Tubbo bossed an awkward, but happy, Ranboo around the dance floor. The height difference in itself was enough to make the sight laughable.
“Tommy, over there.”
Following Lani’s line of sight, Tommy damn near belted out laughter as a grumpy Drista was stuck paired with one of the park’s guests, who would not shut up about her relation to Dream.
“Poor girl, losing her sanity.”
“She’s about to break, it’s fucking hilarious. Should have given her a fork.”
“We’re here to dance, Tommy, not commit a felony.”
“Rich coming from a girl with multiple knife pockets installed into her dress.”
“You installed them!”
“You commissioned them!”
The two began to bicker like the besties they were as their friends and family danced around them. Phil and Kristin danced and twirled as they shared whispers to each other, their smiles brighter than ever. Wilbur and Techno were awkwardly dancing with one another, their empty insults to one another growing louder the longer the brothers were with each other. Grian was teaching Grumbot the proper way to waltz, Bad and Skeppy goofingly twirling around them. Clementine and Jrumbot happily danced off beat, no one even daring to teach them the proper moves. Quackity, Karl and Sapnap laughed as they spun around together, the three pulling George in from the sidelines. Just as Tommy was about to make a comment, a sharp elbow jabbed his side.
“Ow! Lani, what the fuc-”
“Shh! Look!”
“What are you-”
“Just look, it’s important!”
And important it was. There, standing at the food tables, was Fundy. He wasn’t alone, though, not at all. There, making the hybrid blush and stutter, stood a guy. Lani and Tommy exchanged knowingly looks, before dashing over to the nearest hiding spot.
“Move over!”
“No, you!”
“Shh, listen!”
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“Go away.”
Theo frowned as the words left his mouth. He crossed his arms as he glared up at the emotionless mask before him, the face behind it hidden well. That didn’t stop Theo from being able to read body language, and the vibes he was getting weren’t necessarily hostile, but they weren’t welcoming as well.
“I just wanted to get a good look at you, to know you. Makes sense, doesn’t it? You are my son after all.”
The word sounded so wrong coming out of the unseen mouth. Son. As far as Theo was concerned, Dream was no father to him. His only dad was Fundy, and Fundy was all he needed for a parent.
“Your crown looks very nice, did you design it yourself? And I like your suit. I noticed that it matches Fundy’s perfectly. In fact, both of your crowns match perfectly with one another.”
Theo wasn’t planning on responding to any of the comments, not that he’d have to try. Dream just didn’t seem to catch the child’s drift, continuing to talk despite the boy not responding.
“You have my hair color, it looks good on you. You’re obviously a shapeshift, like Fundy. Have you tried shifting to your more humanoid form? Oh, your eyes. You have-”
“My eyes.”
He may have been young, but Theo wasn’t daft. He knew that Dream (he would not call him father) was the reason for him having to live in the burrows up until then. He didn’t know what all Dream did, but he knew that it was enough to make his papa and uncle Tommy hurt very badly. He wasn’t going to let Dream see him with his guard down, not around him. He just stood and glared at the older man, who seemed to not have taken a hint to the child’s body language. Theo just confidently stood his ground as he watched Dream kneel before him, reaching over to gently pat his head, not seeming to care about pushing the crown around. Theo was quick to catch his crown, which fell off his head the moment Dream pushed it off. Much to Theo’s relief, the unwelcomed form of affection didn’t last long.
“Ow!”
“Dickhead! Dickhead!”
Dream pulled his arm back as Theo hid a laugh behind his hand. Standing in confidence was Clementine, who had just bitten Dream’s hand. She just growled and hissed at Dream, taking a protective stance in front of Theo as Grumbot and Jrumbot stood by his side, ready to defend their cousin. Dream just rubbed his hand, before pointing at the emerald jewel dangling from the girl’s necklace.
“I only know one person with an emerald cut exactly like that. You must be Tommy’s brat. What did he name ya again? Clementine? Figured. I guess it’s true after all, trouble attracts trouble. Don’t tell me that you’re just as problematic as your dad-”
“Shut up!”
Theo huffed as he yelled at Dream, who wasn’t expecting such an outburst from the quiet child. Grumbot narrowed his eyes as the man, pulling Theo behind him as he did so. Jrumbot, on the other hand, just mocked the masked warrior.
“-meanie mask man!”
“Fine! We’ll talk once you’ve all calmed down. I’ll see you around, Theo.”
Dream let out an annoyed huff as he walked off, giving a half-wave to Theo. Once he was completely out of sight, Theo was mobbed by his concerned cousins, who were quick to assess him. Clementine began to sniff for any off scents while Jrumbot clung onto his arm, whines escaping his artificial mouth as his older brother inspected Theo. Whilst checking for any possible injuries, Grumbot began to question the younger boy.
“Were you hurt?”
“No.”
“Did he threaten you?”
“Nuh uh.”
“Well, is he as big of a jerk as Uncle Tommy said he was?”
Theo blinked a few times before laughing, causing the worried faces of his cousins to morph into confusion. After a moment, an amused look graced Grumbot’s features. Clementine and Jrumbot only continued to watch in confusion. Finally calming down, Theo responded with a nod.
“Yeah, he is. He tried acting like he was my dad.”
“We should tell your dad.”
“Are you kidding me?! He’s talking to a potential dad! Let’s just go bother Uncle Tommy.”
“No! Spy. Uncle Grian!”
“I’m sure dad won’t mind us bothering him. Let’s get going.”
Making sure they all had their belongings, the four children scurried off towards Grian. As they happily spoke with the father of the bot boys, Theo felt a chill down his spine. Turning around to peer behind him, he noticed a familiar white mask. If he clung onto his uncle a bit tighter than usual, Grian didn’t mention.
if you want to, would you tell us abt the Tommy idea? i'm very curious what you'd do with him :0
WELL. i dont think any of my followers know this because i never post content for it, but kidfic is my bread and butter
recently i discovered the dadinnit tag, and ive been going through fics where he ends up adopting a random kid. (theres a whole subtag just for "tommyinnit has a child named clementine").
but im not satisfied with them because a big reason i like kidfic is to pick apart why my faves would be *bad parents*. not to say tommy would be a bad parent inherently. but hes got hella trauma and ptsd and he would have a lot of struggles with raising a kid, especially as a single dad. he would go through a lot of interesting growth and changes.
basic idea that ive been fixating on is that instead of going to techno's place after the exile arc, he fucks off a bajillion chunks away to the middle of nowhere so dream will never find him and whoops, accidental baby acquisition. he now has a daughter and he names her clementine.
and also clem is a hell child which definitely humbles tommy a bit. heres one of my doodles.
I read some of your stuff about the clementine au you came up with and I keep going back and forth on it but it's actually a really sweet concept and I like how you think into the different ways that would affect Tommy's healing process, plus I love that clem would be an absolute hell rat, good for her. (Plus-plus just any funny scenes of parents having no idea what they're doing and being about as chaotic as their child is my cup of tea, it's great) But as someone who has PTSD themself as well as watched their mother deal with it as they grew up, it definitely changes a lot of how the healing process goes. For some ppl it puts it on hold cause they got a wild child to take care of and others it gives motivation to keep working on it. It's interesting to explore the different outcomes. Regardless, you have given me something to overthink for the next week so :'D
TLDR: I have family issues and fiction is my lifeline, and you can keep this ask for whenever you wanna info-dump about it cause I like hearing all your ideas <3
yeah! yeah it really DOES change things. ptsd, grief, and disabilities are things i all focus on heavily in my writing and it really feels like im doing something right when people feel seen/drawn to it, it always makes me happy. (also im just happy in general that you like the idea aaa)
(also! her name is wilma now! originally it was clem because thats kind of the generic name most people use when they make a fankid for tommy. but after a bit of talking about her with a friend i decided to just go full on unique with her)
time for a little infodumping then <3
wilma is a difficult child regardless of who her parent(s) would be, which also adds to the fun. shes gives tommy a run for his money, and definitely forces him to confront a lot of his own issues because it would go south for both of them very fast if tommy tried to push aside his emotions and healing. her autism means she has a lot of emotional issues-- and while we see tommy continues to grow more emotionally mature over the series, hes not stable when hes fresh out of exile so hes gotta get his shit together for her sake.
tommy encourages (on purpose and accidentally) her, as you say hell rat nature. her first word is “fuck”. if she eats mud, eh, its probably good for her or something. when she does talk she matches his volume. she does not understand personal boundaries. she bites people (this one he encouraged on purpose for self defense). among many other things.
but for all that they can be alike, they do clash pretty hard on certain things. the primary one is that, like most autistics, wilma thrives when she has a routine because change is Scary and Bad. and tommy is in contrast a very impulsive person. having a kid in general forces you to settle down a bit but hes gotta take a hard left to figure out how to be... a bit more boring. just a little bit. no springing things without warning. theres more i could get into but this is getting long for an ask and my brain is mush
much appreciated tho for the ask about wilma, this encouraged me to finish up some art of her and ive queued it to post tomorrow :D
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“Pops will save you.”
“Yeah, father will not stop until you two are safe.”
The three year old just nodded as he held onto the sleeping infant in his arms. Looking up at the older kids, he let his wings relax on his back. The girl, Clementine, smiled as William adjusted his glasses. The two were sitting on their knees, keeping a distance so that the boy could approach him once he was comfortable.
“What’s your name?”
“Perseus.”
“That’s a nice name. How old are you?”
“Three, turning four next month.”
“Wow! You’re getting big! Clementine and I both just turned ten. And what about this little guy?”
“He was left here when he was a month, so he’s six months now.”
“And what’s his name?”
“I don’t know. I just call him baby or little brother.”
Wilbur and Clem both nodded, watching how Perseus held onto the baby in his arms. After a moment, Clementine opened her backpack. Pulling out some snacks, she smiled as she held a bag of gummies out to the younger boy.
“Hungry?”
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Tommy smiled at the sight before him. Clem held the baby in her arms as Wilbur helped Percy eat snacks that he had never seen before. After giving them some time, he finally made his presence known. Perseus was tense, gripping onto Wil’s shirt as Tommy knelt down at a safe distance.
“I got approved to take you and your brother. That doesn’t matter, though. What matters is that you’re comfortable. So, Perseus, would you like to come home with me and my kids?”
Perseus peered over at the baby in Clementine’s arms. He stayed like that for a while, thinking things over. After a moment passed, he finally turned back to Tommy.
“M’kay.”
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Grian greeted the five as they made it to the docks. Kneeling down, he smiled as he nodded to Perseus.
“Hi, I’m your Uncle Grian. I like your wings, they’re much prettier than mine.”
Perseus immediately brightened up, eyes shining at the sight of Grian’s wings. Tenderly petting them, he smiled as he followed his new family up onto the boat. Tommy playfully rolled his eyes at the sight, holding the baby in his arms. Sitting down, he stayed quiet as he watched the baby.
“Watcha doin, Pops?”
Tommy smiled at his daughter as both twins sat beside him. Turning his attention back to the baby in his arms, he shrugged as he kept the sleeping child snug.
“Just trying to think of a name for the little guy.”
The twins both nodded as they leaned over, laying their heads on their dad’s arms as they stared down at their youngest brother. After a bit of silence, Wil finally spoke up.
“I’m glad they’re going home with us.”
“Me too, Wilbur, me too.”
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Perseus couldn’t believe his eyes. He felt giddy as he looked around the room, his room.
“All this room is for me? Really?”
Wil and Clem both confirmed this, only making Perseus even more happy.
“We’ll head to town in the morning to introduce you two to the other Hermits. Oh, grandma and our cousins will be there to meet you guys! After that, we’ll head into the Hub to shop for your room.”
Before Perseus could speak up, Tommy’s voice called to them from downstairs.
“Guys! Time for dinner!”
The twins happily led the way as the three went downstairs for dinner. Henry was already in his highchair, smacking his hands on the tray in front of him. Smiling, Perseus sat beside the baby as Tommy set the plates on the table.
“Pasta! Yes!”
Wilbur cheered as he thanked his dad, already digging in. Clem just rolled her eyes in faux annoyance as she got up to help Tommy with the drinks. Perseus hummed as he picked up his fork, wary. Watching as Wilbur enjoyed the meal with no worries, the younger boy hesitantly followed suit. His anxiety was forgotten as he began to enjoy dinner with everyone. Happily drinking the juice that Clem had brought for him, he couldn’t help but feel as if everything would be okay.
