Do I Need It? (Am I Under Control?)

Going Home

Tommy gets a very special offer. Will he accept? For fucks sake, this is a found family possessive SBI fic. You all know the drill.

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Sunlight streamed into Tommy's room, the irritating sound of bells ringing in the distance ripping him further away from the sleep he clung hopelessly onto.

He smelt something coming from the kitchen, something so delicious that it severed Tommy's connection to sleep entirely and brought him into full consciousness.
He sniffed slightly and the warm scent of bacon and eggs made his stomach rumble.

Phil must be cooking, Tommy realised, because there was no fucking way Phil was letting Wilbur anywhere near the stove after the Accidental Food Poisoning Incident.

He sat up and all of a sudden, a bird with a fucking mallet decided to hit his head, over and over again.

The pain intensified all over his tired head and he picked up his usual medication from it's usual container.

Prime knew how much he hated every single one of his fucking post-feeding migraines.

They attacked his head like fucking hornets and medication could barely do anything to help.

That one one of the many ways society had failed blood bags.

Obviously it was his job, but there could be some better fix than the pitifully bad advice the government shat out of their ancient vampiric arses.

Not wanting to have cold food, he pushed his anti-government thoughts out of his head and walked over to his wardrobe.

Tommy opened the door and looked at the treasure-trove of clothes inside. While before the Crafts he'd been starving in a shitty apartment and passing out from blood loss in the streets with unfair blood contracts and scammy vampires screwing him over, now he was treated to the finest clothes money could buy.

Wilbur didn't want what was his to wear commoner filth (while that may be a joke, it wasn't far from the truth when it came to Wilbur), Philza had a reputation to uphold (as well as all those who associated with him) and Techno would rather eat his own arm than let Tommy leave the house without at least three golden pieces everywhere they'd fit.

He picked out his 'Thursday' shirt, Wilbur's day to choose and so he pulled on a Lovejoy shirt covered by a soft red sweater and the obligatory beanie his curly blonde hair poked out of.

He turned to look at himself in the mirror, his bright blue eyes almost glowing in the sunlight. "I'm ready!".

Tommy didn't even have to wait, all of a sudden the space in front of him was filled by a grinning Wilbur, gold in arms.

Wilbur wordlessly got to work, setting one of Phil's signature emerald earrings in each ear as well as an obscene number of different bejeweled bangles, bracelets, necklaces and chokers around his lanky body.

His neck felt like it was wrapped in concrete: constricted and stiff. His heart said otherwise, he had his family.

After mere seconds had passed, Wilbur was done. But it seemed from Wilbur's still-grinning face that the excitement was not over.

"Why're you so happy? You shag a fish?" Wilbur spluttered and crossed his arms defensively, clearly annoyed at his little brother's antics.

"No- I- We have a surprise for you!" Wilbur exclaimed, clearly very excited considering the man literally jumped about a metre in the air "Actually, I think it's two... It's two?"