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Tommy stretched, sitting up and blinking away his tiredness. He heard 3 voices downstairs, and oh crap! It was going to be 11am! He never slept in that late before. Quickly, he ran to get on his clothes, A light shirt, but linen with sheep wool to keep him warm in the cold arctic weather. He threw on his pants and soft socks. He quickly ran downstairs, he heard phil! His dad was home!
“PAPA !!!” Screamed the wild 10 year old. Once he saw Phil, he took a running start. It was always like this, Phil would leave for a little bit, come back and Tommy would wake up to him home, running to him and hugging him. The child was naturally clingy, even more so as his animal features would come in. He would sit on Phil's lap as Phil gently rubbed his head, humming a tune to the child.
Phil barely caught the running child, chuckling lightly. “Yes, hi tommy, I missed you too.” He chuckled at Tommy's tail wagging frantically, making small animalistic clicks and purrs. He gently patted Tommy's head then set the ten year old down. “Since you’re all here, I brought you all gifts from my travels.” He smiled slightly at the 3 boys.
“Let’s see…….” He rummaged through a bag on the table. “10 Netherite ingots for technoblade, 50 potions worth of items for wilbur, and……..” He paused, handing Wilbur and techno their items, watching the two run off before turning to tommy. He went back to looking in the bag. “Ah!!! For my youngest son, here you are tommy, i brought you cat and mellohi! As well as a little sheep.” He handed the ten year old the three items and watched as he ran off. Tommy seemed to be very happy.
He sighed lightly, glad his son liked the gifts. It’s kinda hard finding something that won’t be too dangerous or big to give to a ten year old. He knew Tommy liked music discs and plushies. So it was almost too perfect, same as technoblade, he absolutely loved upgrading his weapons and Wilbur just grew a fascination for potions.
Oh his boys
His children
How he loved them so dearly
If he had to die for their sake he would do it in a heartbeat, he loved them so much. Even if it didn't seem like he did, or at least loved them equally. He did, it was his boys for crying out loud!
He just hoped nothing bad happened to them, he hated seeing technoblade in agony when he was just 10, not knowing how to control the voices. He hated only being able to soothe Tommy as his canines came in. He hated it, it broke his heart knowing he could do nothing about it, except just be there for them and help them through it.
He loved his boys with all his heart and never watched any harm come to them. Of course, he didn't get a say in what happened in the future. Man, technoblade was planning to go to this tournament, all servers combined with the best of the best going, and it was PVP. Thankfully, it didn’t count as one of their lives, he saw people die in brutal ways, only to respawn and be considered lost. He really didn’t want technoblade to go but he knew his eldest was set on going to the tournament.
But rather for the most part, life was rather simple and domestic, they had a cute little bee farm for tubbo and tommy to check out. A turtle farm for scute. Life was rather simple for the most part. He felt he was doing a great job at being a father, given he traveled a lot, but his sons never seemed to mind. Plus on top of that, a new family moved in, they had a girl Wilbur's age named Sally. She was a freckled ginger who loved the colors red and blue. (Phil suspected more was going on by how the way Wilbur got flustered around the girl) But at least his son now had someone else besides his brothers to talk to.
Which made Phil very happy, don't get him wrong, he loves his boys but sometimes they can get to be very overwhelming.
Speak of which, he watched wilbur leave the house, with a couple potions.He waved bye, knowing exactly where he’s going.
“See you later wilbur!” Phil yelled as the door closed.
He decided to start on breakfast, humming lightly. Well, he decided to make eggs and toast. Quick and easy, plus, he had to bring Tommy to Tubbo's place and that would take a couple hours.
After 10 minutes, breakfast was done and he called for the boys. He put the plates on the table, watching the two come up to the table and beginning to eat.
“Tommy”
“Yeah papa”
“I’m going to go get your outfit ready okay? Then i’ll bring you to tubbo’s”
Tommy nodded and smiled, oh, how that childlike innocence was taken away too soon.
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It was early in the morning, a 14 year old boy rose from his bed. His long legs moved across the room quickly. He looked out the window at the remains from the war. He wished he was a child again, 10 and getting ready to see tubbo, he absolutely hated this.
He just wanted to be a kid again, not what this was, he wanted to frolic in the fields, switch tubbo again and embrace his instincts.
He wanted to watch Wilbur and Sally sit in the field with them and let them coo at their child. Fundy didn’t get to see his dad that much, he was only 13. Wilbur and Sally didnt see each other that often either.
Tommy just wanted things to be normal again
but they would never be