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Tommy had officially gone too far and he was beyond apologies. Dream needed to make him pay and show L'Manberg once and for all who was the true one in charge. However, exiling a winged creature proves to be difficult, so how do you ground a bird? You clip their wings. In clipping their wings, you strip them of all pride and Tommy is left a simple husk of who he once was. He just wanted to go home, but was there a home left for him?

L’Manberg was gone. Tommy had nothing left. He lost his relationship with Technoblade. Wilbur was dead, Phil viewed him as a traitor. Tubbo and him were strained, to say the least. And he’s tired. God, he’s so tired, and all he wants to do is rest, finally be free of all the burdens he carried constantly. The weight of the world is a lot to put on a 16-year-olds shoulders.-Or : Technoblade stumbles upon Tommy in the Nether, ready to take his last life within the lava. He manages to save him, and swears to make things right with his family. He would protect his baby brother - he was going to fix this.

This house, so big and expensive, was never supposed to take someone like him in- a house like this is meant for the nice children with good records and perfectly pleasant attitudes towards absolutely everything, even dog shit. It wasn't in the request forms that Phil had filled out, but it was just how foster kids were grouped sometimes; the good kids get the good houses, and kids like Tommy weren't even allowed in the neighborhood's vicinity. Him ending up here was never supposed to happen; there’d been some misplaced paperwork, and Tommy had ended up on Phil’s doorstep with a bad attitude and thunder in his expression, fully expecting to be sent away the second the man caught a look at the bruise on his jaw and the rage on his face. But he only opened the door further and told Tommy that they'd get it all sorted out in a few days. He'd naturally assumed that 'sorted out' meant sending him back, and had never fully unpacked in the days that he'd stayed; he mainly kept to his room, in the interest of not pissing off the nice man who hadn't left him outside like a lot of others had done. Tommy was never meant to stay. Or: Tommy will throw down at any time for any reason and everyone knows it.

Tommy was six when the green markings first appeared on his right forearm. The one rule of soulmates has always been that you can't write your name or any identifying characteristics back to them. So Tommy called them Green. ----------------------------------- A Soulmate AU where Tommy has four soulmates, but one matters a little bit more than the others.

They were right on his tail. Tommy’s breath came in short, harsh puffs. “Stop!” Jubilee called.He didn’t. Momentum only stalled as he reached the edge of the building. He could hear the beating of wings behind him. Tommy did the only thing he could. He fell.

Tommy never really thought that he would ever have to use the family implemented code, ever. But here he stood, his phone in his shaking hands as he sent a text to Wilbur. It was a secret cry for help, help from the situation he was currently in. He just wanted to walk home from Tubbos house.

Tommy has been running for four years and he doesn't plan on stopping, It takes one stolen wallet and suddenly he finds himself in a family. Suddenly, he has answers. For the first time in a very long time, he's given a purpose, a home. Secrets are uncovered, hidden truths revealed and new bonds are formed. (in which Tommy is spoon-fed the found family trope, and also might have murderers after him.)