Tommyinnit oneshots (DISCONTINUED)

You have a new child Phil (unfinished)

(This was originally going to be a series for my AO3, so just read the desc I made for some cottagecore brothas
I'm also sorry for so much Tommy & Wilbur content, it's just easier to write  idk
Wilbur just wanted a peaceful summer afternoon at the cottage, maybe go pick wild berries for a pie later!
He wasn't expecting young, wounded, runaway asking to be let inside)

Judging by where the sun was it was almost noon, Wilbur had a handmade woven basket on his counter, he was just about to leave when the knock on his door arrived.
The knocking was frantic, the brunette rushing over incase someone was hurt and boy was someone hurt.

"By god, what happened?! Come inside!"
The obviously younger limped into the house. His leg was completely battered with embedded thorns and cuts, the rest of his body wasn't much better
"I'll grab some bandages and tweezers, please stay here,"

The boy didn't have much of a choice, sitting down on a wooden chair by a decently small table.
The taller came back a moment later, holding the promised item, but also a rag and a bottle

"This will sting, but could I know what happened?"

"I'm from a shitty place near the Navadas lands, I ran away from this idiotic foster home, I'm almost eighteen!" The blonde was about to continue but yelped, the rag had been coated in the stuff from the bottle and was pressing over a large cut by his ankle
"And they made some town guards chase me, but once I passed the border they couldn't follow me"

"That's a good four day trip from Nevadas to here, have you eaten at all?"
The blonde didn't know why this man was being so concerned, it was weirdly sweet compared to his usual treatment

"Does a few bits of bread count? I'm Tommy, by the way,"

"It absolutely does not." The brunette plucked out a few more thorns then stood up
"I'm Wilbur, would you like some mugwort tea?" He asked, looking up to see the younger nod. Wilbur stood up and tossed the rag at a hamper and grabbing a kettle.

The brunette placed the kettle atop a wood burning oven, there wasn't much but ash inside

"You can walk, right? Please grab me a couple logs,"
Tommy nodded and stepped over to the door of the cottage where a pile of chopped wood sat next to some boots. The blonde carefully held them with one arm, making sure not to let his wounded hand get more splinters.

The boy tossed in the logs into the furnace and sat back down, his legs aching for some relaxation
Wilbur smiled sympathetically at the boy, leaving the kettle to boil while he wandered more into the house

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