SBI Fanfics of the Week (week 73)
If I Lie (Maybe I'll Believe It) by weepingvirtue
At sixteen years old, Tommy knew so many things.
He knew that people were predictable and selfish. He knew not to trust, not to take, and not to get comfortable for too long. He knew that the concept of family was as fake as the highlights in his foster mother's hair.
Tommy had known for years that life was painful and had no extra love for some ratty foster kid like him. He knew that it was him and his copy of The Odyssey against the whole world. He knew that he only had to survive long enough to make it to his eighteenth birthday before he could escape.
But when Tommy ends up fostered in the Watson household completely by chance, he finds that maybe he never knew anything in the first place.
or, the one in which Tommy Innit has never really experienced love, family, or belonging, and is suddenly surrounded by it all at once.
The crowd that had gathered to see two Brutes fight is already dissipating, going back to trading now that their entertainment is gone. One of them snorts, âyou accepted the Forfeit. That Runt is yours now.â
âWhat?!â the Brute demands.
âYou should not have caught it if you did not want it,â another piglin says, a grizzled Elder, one ear torn in half, leaving a twisted, scarred stump. There is still an earring pierced through what remains of it shining with gold and gems.
âShe threw a baby,â the Brute holding the Runt says. âI was just supposed to what--let it hit the ground?â
The one-eared Elder shrugs.
wander by wednesdayevening
âHold hands,â says Kristin.
Tommy scrunches up his nose, like holding Kristinâs hand is the most detested thing in all of time and space. âI most certainly will not,â he says, and then scampers off.