SBI Fanfics of the Week (week 65)
When it's strange to take a walk downstairs by justsummr
Phil couldn’t turn away, not when the chances of both of the boys being sent to a bad home was so high. He couldn’t look at this eleven year old boy, the one with the fiery blue eyes, and take him from his brother. How could he look at Wilbur who was sixteen and he did best in history and music and turn him down? He couldn’t send either of them away, let alone separate them.
They weren’t just two kids in the system anymore. They weren’t just names in the pile of thousands. Phil had seen them. He’d seen their faces, the homes they'd been too, the people they were. He’d seen them and he knew so much about them. It wasn't just an idea anymore, these boys were real.
or: phil adopts two brothers, wilbur and tommy. and maybe he bit off more than he could chew
title from Helena Beat by Foster the People
Stay underneath my wing by sircantus
"Wilby says that- that if a stranger ever tries to grab me, I can bite them." Tommy nods, giving a little glare towards Techno and his bitten hand.
"Okay." Technoblade says slowly. "But don't bite me."
"No, I'm gonna bite you."
SBI Zombie apocalypse AU, in which Tommy is a little kid who's been separated from Wilbur. While Wilbur is on a desperate search for his little brother with Phil, Tommy stumbles across Technoblade, who is the definition of 'no chill' in the zombie apocalypse.
Techno accidentally gains a new little brother.
i can't lose hope (what's left of my heart's still made of gold) by blladnna
That was Phil’s first thought upon opening his front door—that the kid on his front porch was so small. Too small for the warnings heaped upon Phil by the state, warnings of wild magic and dangerous words, of the treachery and trickery that came hand in hand with the legends of the fae. Phil had known many fae over the course of his lifetime, both kind and cruel. The kid on the front porch just looked like a kid.
Or: Phil signs up to be a foster parent and ends up just stacking broken kids in his house.
blanket me in snow by Drhair76, plantform
He straightens, prepared for them to talk about his programs and jumps and achievements. Prepared for them to make him even more of a myth. To put him up higher on the pedestal that he was chained to. "Yes. I am- Tommy the olympic figure skater."
"Tommy the figure skater who tried teaching Schlatt and made him fall on his ass?" Minx asks, eyes widening. "That Tommy?"
Tommy pauses, then- "Um-"
or, slowly, Tommy learns how to be more than just the gold medal winner that he was made to be
