Tommyinnit Oneshots

Warmth (pt. 1)

AU by Unalive on Wattpad and Bonfirefly on Ao3

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        He didn't know why people said dumpster fires smelled bad. He was sitting around a metal trash can that had a fire burning bright inside it, and he couldn't smell anything out of the ordinary. There was a faint trace of gasoline in the air, and the smoke definitely had an odd smell but it wasn't unpleasant. In fact, this fire smelled the best out of that entire alleyway. Everywhere else smells like sewage, cheap perfume, and lots of BO.

        "Kid, there's someone that wants to see you," One of the guys said. That was Jupiter. That wasn't his real name, but he had this huge bruise on his forehead that some people compared to the Big Red Spot. Jupiter didn't care what people called him. He was more concerned that everyone was paying their rent to stay within the area. The kid paid by distracting the police, saying that he was a lost kid that way the cops wouldn't be able to see the drug deals going down. If that didn't pay off, the kid could help distract adults while the thieves swiped their pockets. His young appearance is what saved him most of the time.

        "I'll deal with it," The kid said as he pulled his mittens tighter onto his wrist as he walked away from the fire. The cool breeze of the night felt like a blizzard ripping at his skin. The kid was a Frozen, like most of the people on the street. He had never been loved. He had never felt Warmth. His heart was almost completely made of ice at this point. His skin was paler than paper, and his blonde hair had become a platinum color with white streaks. Like his hair, his eyes had lost some of their pigmentation. His breath usually came out as pale gray smoke even when he took light breaths. Parts of his skin were caked in ice that wouldn't melt. He had placed his hands in fire once, and that didn't do anything for him except give him painful burns. He didn't feel the heat, just a sharp pain like a blade cutting his skin.

        Like Jupiter said, there was a man at the entrance of the alley whose clothes suggested he wasn't one of the people wanting to stay there. The kid was wearing a thin jacket that was meant for a kid half his size, was missing one shoe with torn up socks, half of a hat, and his pants and shirt were caked in dirt and blood. The man had a huge fluffy dark green jacket with a bucket hat, and his clothes were completely clean without a tear or stain. The kid wondered if he could convince the man to take his jacket off so that way he could take the wallet peeking out of the side. The kid knew a few tricks to get people to give him their jackets. He wondered if it would work on someone this rich. He was either incredibly stupid and selfish, or intelligent and wary. The kid hoped for the former.

        "Are you Tommy?" The man asked him with a kind smile. The kid couldn't stop the disgust from showing on his face. Who in their right mind wore nice grins? That was one way to get beat up in these parts. The kid couldn't prove the man was selfish, but he was definitely more dumb than anyone else that had tried wandering into that alleyway without knowing what they were doing.

        "I don't know who the hell Tommy is. They call me Kid even though I'm not a child," The kid said with a scowl as he looked around. He wondered if this guy was a cop in disguise... Shit, what if he was a child protective services worker? Jupiter and his girl (the kid called her Saturn for consistency, and because she hated being called that) drilled it in the kid's head that any  social service worker was a demon that dealt more in getting paid than people. Jupiter claimed that he had more respect for people than one of those demons, and that made the kid believe their claims one hundred percent because Jupiter loved money.

        "Do you remember your mother? Her name was Clara. I knew her a long time ago. She was my best friend," The man said, leaning down to his knees with a sorrowful smile. "Her parents threw her out when they found out she was pregnant. I wasn't able to find her, but I knew that she had a son who she wanted to name Tommy, after her older brother who died. I think that son might be you."