Tommy looked around. Everyone was partying their arses off, but somebody was missing.
It wasn't Tubbo, who was near the stage.
It wasn't Fundy, who was near the drinks.
It wasn't Quackity, who was drinking the booze.
It wasn't Niki, who was making small talk with a citizen.
It obviously wasn't Tommy, he was the one looking.
It was Wilbur. Tommy went to the white house rooftop, taking in the whole view of the first annual L'Manburg Christmas Party.
Every citizen of L'Manburg was invited, and allies.
And so they were.
Partying, on Christmas eve.
The command block countdown clock was on the stage.
Five minutes to Christmas.
Tommy decided Wilbur wasn't at the party.
He went back down the stairs, pausing at the president's office.
The door was closed, but light leaked underneath.
Tommy gently pushed open the door.
There sat Wilbur, writing on papers.
"Mr. President, don't you think you should be with your people?"
Wilbur looked up.
"Tommy, I have to do this by the 26th. I'd rather celebrate Christmas Day."
"Wilbur. That's a stupid fucking due date. You're president. You choose shit. Party now, worry later."
"Tommy that's a shit slogan."
But Wilbur stood up and went to Tommy at the door.
They went down to the party hand in hand.
NOT SEXUALLY BUT AS BROTHERS CREEPS
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Tommyinnit oneshots (mostly angst)
FanfictionJust some oneshots of tommy TW swearing, suicide, death, neglect, angst, swearing, abuse, abandonment, war, blood, gore, manipulation, running away, mentions of smut, child neglect, child abandonment, about like everything: i no longer lik...
