Tommy, who had been in and out of the foster system since he was 6, was told to get ready for another family meeting. To say he wasn't too fond of that was an understatement. He knew the routine, get adopted, get abused, get put back into the orphanage, repeat. But when this family of three is kind to him, what's gonna happen? How will he react? And how will he fuck this one up? So just to put out there, Tubbo is the neighbor across the street- not part of the family. And Phil isn't a bad dad in this one- And read the 1st thing for context- there are mental disorders!! And trigger warnings!! Those will be in the first chapter, the A/N chapter, and not at the top of each one like in my oneshot book. Anyway, everything else will be in the A/N April 30th - July 20th <3 [Completed]

Tommy was on the run. Techno had just finished washing his hands of blood. Phil was sharpening his feathers. And Wilbur, Wilbur was starting a band. Three of them were together, were a family. Three of them had found each other. One remained, stumbling blindly in the darkness, searching for a place to belong. (Or, my Sleepy Bois Inc. family dynamic AU with greek myth elements and whole lot of angst.) (cover art by @UpS1gbT3f7op3Dr on twitter) (just search sneakie minecraft)

"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //