Eburnean Tommy Au

XXXII - Birthday

Tommy's birthday comes around, and he can't say that he remembered. Luckily Phil and Tubbo did. Michael and Techno were in Tommy's boat, Micheal was too young to understand much of anything about Tommy, and Techno just never cared enough to know his birthday.

Techno and the voices had a great time feeding Dream's body to his hounds, and the doggos appreciated the treat too.

Two days before Tommy's 17th birthday, Techno was still getting over how young he is, and the others are planning the celebration.

"We're not doing a surprise party, Michael, that's gonna scare him" Phil tells the toddler

"Well, he doesn't have to know about it until the day," adds Tubbo, "but we're not going to suddenly turn on the lights and shout or anything"

Michael doesn't really know anything about ptsd, or what Tommy's been through, but he knows that he's very jumpy, so he's okay with not startling him.

"I have a gift idea-"

Phil sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose "Techno, there is no way in hell I'm letting you give him a knife.. Or any weapon for that matter, that's fine for Michael, not Tom"

"It's not fine for Michael" insists Tubbo, who grabs his giggling toddler and puts him on his lap.

"Techno, how 'bout you just make the cake, unless there's something safe you can give him"

"I was going to say books, thanks for assuming I'm completely violent, dad" Techno smirks

"They're about war and violent myths, Techno." Phil doesn't even mention Techno's jibe, "And by safe, I meant nothing that will trigger his severe ptsd"

"...I'll bake the cake"

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Tubbo wakes Tommy up, sitting on the side of his bed, "Hey Tommy, how are you feeling?"

Tommy gives a thumbs up.

"That's good, d'ya know what day it is"

Tommy thinks for a moment before shaking his head.

"It's your 17th birthday"

Tommy's eye widens.

"Yeah, we've all set up a celebration, let's go"

Tubbo walks his friend slowly to the living room.

Tommy looks at the gathering, Phil, Techno, and Michael are there waiting for him and Tubbo.

"Happy birthday, mate" Phil says gently.

Tommy smiles a bit, and he sits down in between Phil and Tubbo.

Phil gently gives Tommy a small present with colorful wrapping. Tom tugs at the wrapping paper, struggling, then looking at Tubbo.

"Need some help?"

Tommy nods, so Tubbo gets the wrapping off. The white haired one opens a box to see a blue eye patch and a prosthetic finger.

"I made you an eyepatch out of the bits of friend's wool left over, and I made a prosthetic finger, so you can flip people off with that hand again"

Tommy wraps his arms around his father, who then helps him get the prosthetic finger and it's glove situated on his hand, as well as the eyepatch.

Of course the first thing he does is put up his fake middle finger, to no one in particular because he loves them too much, with his lips curling up. It's a great reassurance to the others that the old him is still there.

Michael gives his gift, it's a drawing of all of them, for some reason having a tea party with bees while in the snow. Tommy finds this amusing and gives Micheal a pat on the head.

Tubbo hands Tommy a green box about the size of his hand. Opening it reveals a necklace with a compass pointing to the side of him. The needle is aligned with a matching one that Tubbo reveals. The familiar words, "Your Tubbo" are engraved repeatedly around the sides, so that the needle always points to the words, as well as the real Tubbo. The amount of effort put into the compass brings tears to Tommy's eye.

"Awh, Tommy" Tubbo hugs his friend, gently rubbing his back.

Tubbo puts the necklace around Tommy's neck, "There ya go, bossman, looking spiffy"

Techno brings out the cake, his alternative present to a weapon or the art of war, "I uhh.. I made this. Phil wouldn't let me give you a weapon"

Tommy gently punches Phil, although he's thankful for it, he would've hurt himself with it, probably in front of all of them, he wouldn't be able to stop himself.

"Theseus?" Technoblade waves his hand in front of Tom's face, holding a slice of cake in the other, "C'mon, my baking can't be that bad"

Tommy startles.

"Sorry, kiddo, zoned out?"

Tommy nods, then accepts his cake slice. Everone eats peacefully, with Tom in between Tubbo and Phil, leaning on the former, and Techno on the other side of Phil with Micheal on his lap.

Tommy puts his plate on the coffee table, then hugs Tubbo, drifting to sleep with the realization that this is the safest he's felt since being rescued.

The end.

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Ok listen pookie wookies, before you complain, actually I don't really have anything to say, but don't complain. Or do actually I'm not some kind of tyrant.

I might do some tweaking of other chapters here and there but this is it unless one of you comes in like the kool-aid guy with a miracle idea. But don't feel pressure to do that, especially not the running through a brick wall part, that actually doesn't work irl.

On a serious note I did love writing this book, and expect more works in the future, but don't expect them too hard. I have a book of poetry and another story book which is very slow, I think I've had it for longer than this one and it's just a few chapters. Now that I'm writing this neither of those sound very worth checking out.

Whatever, I hope you guys have good days, drink water, and treat yourself how you'd treat others. Also check out Amiss_Covert 's book, it's also eburnean Tommy. You've probably seen it actually, it's a bit more popular than mine, but don't be a jerk about that we're friends.