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But he had been a child. A wide-eyed kid with no other perception of the world. Maybe it had been better that way. Maybe it hadn't. Tommy didn't know. Maybe he never would. It hadn't been perfect– damn far from it– but it had been home. And, despite how that definition has morphed over the years, it'll remain the first thing that comes to mind. But maybe– just maybe– time will change that ◇○•°♡°•○◇ Or, Tommy's home life was far from good, but Wilbur was determined to be there for him through the ups and downs of healing

Siren hums. “You should. You should also take me to your home since I’m homeless.”Tommy stares at him. “I am not doing that. Can’t you just get out of my face?”“Oh, but Theseus,” Siren grins. “You are the only one who knows I exist.”Tommy sighs. “You can make new friends, you’re not a ghost.”Siren shakes his head. “Too much work. And what if someone I know will see me? I must stay hidden.”“It’s a big city,” Tommy deadpans.“I won’t be able to go to my favorite cafe,” Siren bemoans, dragging his hands over his face. “I know the owner.”“For fuck’s sake— coffee isn’t a big deal." ------- OR: enemies to family— because of some less than ideal circumstances, Theseus and Siren strike a deal. the more time they spend with each other, however, the less they hate each other (and a family(sbi) is gained) ft. wilbur making tommy realizing that maybe he's been wrong about himself by being the first person to actually care for him

The day Techno vanished from the fighting scene, he imagined living a peaceful life on his farm. Tending to fields of crops and watching his animals slowly grow into their adult selves. It was meant to be his retirement, so how did he end up caring for a young dragon? Or TechnoDad & Dragoninnit Fluff

"Little did Tommy know that it wasn’t just him, his blankets, and the rising moon, but instead a certain top 6 hero was also watching. Brown hair looking black in the shade, the dark trench coat from his stealth costume making it hard to see how well equipped he was for a fight. But the man wasn’t looking for a fight, in fact, his watching eyes were filled with curiosity and perhaps a tad of affection. He had no idea who the little boy was, and what his story may be but there was something about him that drew the top 6th hero in." Or Hero Whisper (better known as Wilbur) is struggling with the way the hero world is wrapped around his life, taking those he most cares about. Homeless orphan Tommy is used to being alone, but that doesn't mean he necessarily likes it... or wants it. Everyone else is mildly confused yet extremely supportive as they get dragged around for the ride of Wilbur and Tommy taking a second chance at family.

"So you actually dragged an orphan into this? Not surprised." The Blade sneered at Jubliee in a monotone voice, completely void of emotions. "Fuck you, Blade! Just fuck you." Jubliee bit back, furious. "You don't know shit. You don't.” "Mate—" "Shut up!" He yelled in anger, His right hand that was previously clenched together in a fist raised up to point at the heros, and his left held onto Innit's smaller hand. "Shut the fuck up, Philza. You don't know anything about us!" He steps backwards, dragging his sidekick along. "Don't assume what you don't know, you pathetic excuses for heroes.” And they leap. ••• Jubliee Line is an infamous villain who roams the cities. Two main heroes, The Blade and Philza Minecraft, only signed up to capture one villain. Somehow, it evolves into much more. Though, what happens when the villains aren't as evil as they appear to be? What happens when a teenage boy is forced to drag his family through his dilemmas? Wilbur Soot just wanted to protect his son by playing music and working simple jobs. Why did a supposed hero have to ruin that for him? How did he end up with three more children?

Tommy quickly threw sweater after sweater into the bag, trying to be as quick as possible. (Why was he packing again?) He’d packed everything but his food and water already, he just needed something to keep him warm. It’d be cold on the streets, after all.‘Oh, right,’ he thinks. ‘That’s why.’ He’s homeless. And for what? Nothing.Tommy’s hand ghosted up to the mottling bruise on his lower jaw, wondering if this was what it was like to be completely out of control of his life.__Title is from Like Real People Do by Hozier.