One shots and headcannons (discontinued)

🏳️🏳️Child²

Philzas POV

I stood on top of a cliff in front of two headstones. I fixed my hat and kneeled, placing flowers around the surrounding patch of uneven dirt. I sat down and brought out some bread, soon biting into the crispy yet soft loaf. I sat there reading the engraving. 'A good friend and a great pal.' they were vague. 'A caring-' the rest was covered in moss, grime and mostly worn-out. I sighed standing up.

As I walked to the edge of the cliff I stretch my wings and prepare to fly back I hear shifting. I turn and nothing, I listen for a bit until I heard it again and my curiosity took over. I walked past the headstones and towards the sound. Soon I hear crying, I jump into action and near the edge of the forest I see a kid wrapped in a blanket near a tree. I rushed to it and held it in my arms, slowly I rock them to sleep. I checked around and no one was there, I looked back at the kid and saw a small tag on the blanket. Wilbur. The tag only read the name, Wilbur. He faced me responding to the name, I softly poke his cheek and he giggled. I smiled and flew him back.

As soon as we reached home I opened the door hearing something drop. I walk to the kitchen and see Kristin picking up a bowl. "Sorry..." She looked up and gave me a hug assuring me that it was just her clumsiness. "Where did you?" I looked down and saw Wilbur grabbing her hair. "Ah- right! This is Wilbur, I found him near the forest." She held out her finger and Wilbur tightly held it smiling. "Who would leave a child in the forest?!" She whisper shouted. "I... Don't know..." I looked at Wilbur. "Can we keep him?" Kristin looked at me smiling. I thought for a moment and soon decided. "Sure, why not?" She celebrated picking up Wilbur.

After she calmed down we fed Wilbur, when he fell asleep I ran to get materials to build a crib. Both me and Kristin made the crib, cutting downtime. Getting blankets, extra pillows and some clothes to change, we set Wilbur in his crib, looking at us. That night was peaceful, peaceful as it normally is. But this time- this time there was much more warmth— much more joy...

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned to months turn to a year. It had been a year since I've found Wilbur. I'm so happy I did. He now walks around babbles and- it's just so cute! The other day he walked up to Kristin and tugged at her clothing for attention. Just- it's so cute!

(A/n: Enough fluff and fanboying! We are now having
ANGST
Main author: Angst please no...
Lore: Angst... Not- no not that!
Fluff: Pleaseeeeee how 'bout we work toge-
Angst: Hahahaha MY TURN ENOUGH OF YOUR PITIFUL LOW ANGST STORIES! IT'S TIME I TAKE THE STAGE!
Main: You have three days to lash out! Only!
Comedy sitting in the back: I'll try to lessen the blow.)

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