Tommyinnit oneshots (DISCONTINUED)

Soft boy

(Requested by ImaNobody_6 winged SBI
Nobody really cares but Tommy is a Hawaiian Akepa, Phil is a Black Swan, Wilbur is a Crested Honey Buzzard, Techno is a Pine Grosbeak)

He cracked open his eyes, bright gold and orange filling his vision.
Tommys Phoenix-like wings were reflecting in the morning sun, a dead giveaway to who he was.

The blonde grumbled, shifting so he was sitting uprig-

"WOAH-!" he tumbled out of the tree he was sleeping in, catching himself on another branch. Tommy had forgotten his place of residence, a tree in a park.
His "real" house was a city away, currently hosting a worried family. At least thats what he would expect his father and  brothers would think to a run-away teen.

The avians feathers were puffed up even as he slowly got down from the tree, he was stressed to the max.
It wasn't everyday a middle-class teen would have to do this, and he didn't even know why he was anymore.

He just knew he had to keep going.

***

"Will?"
The brunette didn't respond to his name, he just pulled his red beanie further over his eyes.
"C'mon, it's time for brunch,"

"I don't want to get up right now, Phil."

"You're overreacting. We're going to look after you get fed." Phil sighed as Wilbur wrapped his tattered wings around himself.
The teen didn't like how chill his foster father was about this, he just wanted his fucking brother back

"What did Techno make then?"

"Pancakes and burnt sausage."
The brunette huffs and buries his head into his hawk-like feathers, he might aswell get up.
With a long stretch he stood up, noticing his father had already left.

***

Tommys arm still hurt from when he caught himself on the tree as he walked around the small town, he had just stopped at the gas station when suddenly he overheard a conversation of two arguing people.

"We're so far from the search radius, how far do you think a 14 year old can walk?!"

"You don't even know the kid, Phil! You never raised him, I did. Tommy had a will of steel and would cross the 7 seas to set his point straight!"
Tommy could recognize those voices from anywhere.

The teen bolted into the nearest alley, ignoring the turning heads and splat of his shoes meeting puddles. He didn't know where he ran off to but atleast he still had his bag on.
Great, now he was thirsty.

With a sigh he pulled it off and around his wings that were puffed up from stress, he really needed something to bind those fuckers under his clothing so he was less recognizable.
The avian slid the cap off of the cheap plastic bottle and took a short gulp, if his foster family was around he would have to travel to the next city, probably by foot too.

Something in the back of his head wanted to stay though, wait for his family to walk past him and realize a second after that it wasn't just some random bird they passed, it was their good pal Tommy and give him a hug, call him a brat, then go home.
Good pal, Seriously? Phil wasn't even your caretaker, he just paid the bills, Wilbur was the only bitch who really cared. Techno made the food and watched over everything.

Tommy groaned and placed his water by his side and his head in his knees.
He just wanted to take a break from running, it didn't matter if they caught him.
He would just be sent back to the office and would go to a new house because Phil didn't want to deal with a problem child, then he would easily run away again but without the attachments.

Thats how it was before he got to the Watson household and it'll be like that til he's 18.

So with a deep breath the blonde untied his jacket from his waist and draped it over his body to hide the feathery apendages on his back and closed his eyes.
He wouldn't be surprised if he woke up in a car taking the route he knew all too well to either home or the office.