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It was six months ago that Tommy was dropped off at the Watson’s front door, malnourished and bruised.
Even in his weakened state, he was a spitfire, an angry eight year old who had not been treated well in his short life.
He was untrusting and self-sabotaging.
And yet, the Watson’s refused to give up on him. Despite the blond boy's brash personality and poor attitude, the family of three had grown attached.
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Four months into Tommy’s stay at the Watson’s, he had begun to calm down.
He was less angry and was all too willing to spend time with the family of three.
Tommy had especially taken to Wilbur.
He often would sit in the brunette's room and listen to Wilbur play. They’d talk about everything and nothing at all.
They’d banter and support each other like brothers.
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It took longer for Tommy to warm up to Technoblade.
The man was not only tall, but also built.
He was intimidating and looked as though he could break Tommy in half with ease.
Yet, the older boy was nothing short of a nerd.
With square glasses, braided pink hair, a love for literature and an obsession with growing potatoes (Both in Minecraft and real life), it was a miracle that Tommy was ever scared of him.
After realising that Technoblade was absolutely soft, he would find himself just sitting with Techno in silence. Sometimes, they’d just read their own respective books or just do their own things. The silence was welcomed and comforting, and Tommy knew that Techno would always be there for him.
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Phil was a different case.
Tommy had been wronged by so many fathers before, his own included.
And yet, Phil was so different to them all.
It terrified him.
Tommy kept waiting for him to drop the act but he never did.
Phil was as steady as a rock and never raised his voice nor his hand at anyone. He offered support and remained calm, even as Tommy cursed up a storm at him.
And yet, as Tommy kept getting into trouble and causing ruckus, Phil never sent him back.
Tommy slowly began to let Phil touch him, even going as far as to lean into the man's gentle touches.
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The day that Phil brought up the idea of adoption would forever be etched in Tommy’s memory.
It was everything he had wanted since being placed in the foster system.
Phil had taken him out, just the two of them.
A random trip to the beach.
Tommy found it odd, especially when Phil said it would be just the two of them going.
He didn't mind though. Phil’s company was quite nice.
With a cone of ice cream in hand each, they walked down the pier.
“I wanted to ask you something. You don’t have to answer now, but just know the offer will always be open,” Phil spoke.
Tommy didn’t dare get his hopes up. He wouldn’t, not until Phil spoke the words.
“I want to adopt you. Would you like that?”
Phil had hardly stopped speaking by the point that Tommy had thrown himself at him.
Tommy’s arms wrapped around him and a sob sounded from the blond. Phil did not hesitate to wrap his arms around Tommy, holding him tightly.
“Is this a yes?” Phil manages to ask, hopeful tears filling his own eyes.
“Yes! Fuck yes. I want you to adopt me, dad .”
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For the following years after his adoption was finalised, everything was perfect.
Tommy was loved and cared for. He had support constantly and he adored his older brothers and his dad.
They were everything to him.
But things didn’t remain perfect.
Perhaps Tommy should never have let his guard down.
When one family member left, everything changed.
Fights became common and yells often sounded around the house, only ended by the slam of a door or two.
Tommy really had thought that he found a family that was happy and wanted him.
But, every day was proving him wrong.