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“Tommy! Tubbo! Ranboo! Come to the dining room!” Phil yells and the three boys in question look at each other in shock.
“He can’t have found out about our latest prank yet, can he?” Tubbo asks and Tommy shakes his head.
“I don’t think so,” he says and Tubbo nods.
Ranboo stands up from where he’s sitting next to Tommy and Tubbo on the ground. “There’s only one way to find out what this is about,” he says and Tommy and Tubbo get to their feet. The three make their way to the dining room.
They walk into the room and look at who’s sitting at the table. Phil is sitting at the head, Technoblade on his right and Wilbur on Technoblade’s other side. Wilbur and Technoblade wear matching nervous smiles while Phil smiles calmly. He motions for the boys to sit down on his left.
Tommy walks over first and sits down directly on Phil’s left. Tubbo sits down next to him and Ranboo sits down next to him.
“So, big man, what’s this about?” Tommy asks, a nervous giggle slipping past his lips. Phil raises an eyebrow and shakes his head.
“I’m going to ignore the fact that you three are probably up to something and tell you why I called you here,” he says and he reveals three packets of paper. Tommy tilts his head to the side.
“First of all, I want to apologize for what happened with Misha,” Phil starts.
“Don’t worry big man, none of us blame you for that. We should’ve just listened to you and we should’ve stayed inside,” Tommy tells him quickly. Phil looks touched and clears his throat.
“Thank you. To be honest, and this goes for all three of you, from the moment you stepped through the front door, I’ve started to care for you. Tommy, we all appreciate the way you light up our lives,” Phil confesses.
Tommy’s eyes widen and he croaks something unintelligible as he tries to find the words to tell Phil how much what the man said means to him. He’s always been seen as too much, or some burden to be taken care of. To hear Phil thinks he’s a delight, that frees a set of emotions Tommy is not yet ready to talk about.
Phil turns to Tubbo, his eyes crinkling as he smiles. “And you Tubbo. Thank you for bringing your mischief to the mansion and keeping all of us on our toes in a good way,” Phil continues. Tubbo grins and nods at Phil.
“No problem big man,” he says. Phil nods back and turns to Ranboo.
“Ranboo, we all appreciate your intelligence. And your ability to somehow steer these two clear of their more destructive ways,” Phil says and Ranboo chuckles.
“I try,” he says and Phil nods.
“And for that we are thankful. So thankful in fact that we want to ask all three of you to officially join our little family,” Phil says with a small motion over to Wilbur and Technoblade. Both of them smiling with a hopeful light in their eyes.
“I’d understand if you don’t want to, and we’ll definitely respect your choice-“
“With all due respect Phil, shut up and show me where to sign,” Tommy interrupts and Phil barks out a surprised laugh. Tommy looks entirely too proud of himself but he’s also wiggling excitedly in his seat.
Phil looks at Tubbo and Ranboo. “Boys?”
Tubbo grins. “I think Tommy, so eloquently spoke for all of us,” he says and Ranboo nods along.
Phil grins brightly and shoves a packet of papers to all three of them. He points out where to sign and the boys do. Finally they sign on the line on the last page and close the packet of paper.
Phil takes the papers and puts them on the corner of the table.
“There rests me only one last thing to do. Welcome to the family, boys.”
Wilbur and Technoblade cheer. Wilbur jumps up from his seat and walks over the table, to the dismay of Phil, to jump down between Tommy and Tubbo. He pulls them into a tight hug and motions for Ranboo to also come over to him. Ranboo does and lets himself be squished into the hug as well.
“My baby brothers,” Wilbur whispers as he kisses the tops of all three boys’ heads. Tommy laughs and buries his face in Wilbur’s shirt.
He’s surrounded by his family. What more could he want?