smut and one shots || mcyt & others

phil and wilbur [⚠️]

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"make phil a good dad!!"

no you can't make me bleh :P

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   philza is an avian and his wife was an avian, so it's only right to assume that his son, wilbur, would be too.

when his wife left on godly duties wilbur cried and cried for his mother, and phil did his best to take care of him like any father would.

   he waited, as he watched his son grow up, for his wings to appear. he waited for the back pains, the responses to his chirps, but there was nothing. he's older now and there was nothing.

this can't be his son.

   philza was an avian, his wife was too, he wishes one day when she comes back that they can have kids together. to grow their flock, to be a real family.

   his roommate is wilbur, he's been living with phil since he was young, they were great friends.  wilbur expressed moving out across realms to start his own life, which phil happily encourages him for.

   he receives messages from wilbur about his adventure, becoming president, running the country with a boy named tommy and his old friend technoblade. he reads about how well he's been on his own, he's almost proud.

   then he gets a final message, wilbur asking for help. he sighs and flies to the land of the smp, whatever this man did must have been serious if he's asking for help.

   and it was. holes and smoke were everywhere, it's was frightening and for the first time in forever he was looking for his son. he was a mess, covered in soot and dirt. his hair was matted and greasy, hardly the person described in his messages.

   the fear in his body when his hand touched the button, the way wilbur smiled.

   he died quick, he made sure his death was as painless as possible. hunched over his son, hugging him as the warmth left his body. regret.

   when wilbur was revived it forced his suppressed wings to come out. blood coating his back, pain spreading through his whole body, he could hardly walk. wilbur went to tommy, a temporary place to stay to heal. tommy, despite being stressed out his mind, helped.

   when phil found out, he was pissed.

how dare that brat steal his son away.

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wilbur died thinking his father disowned him.

   since he was young, his stunted growth of his wings caused his father to no longer see him as his son, to say it made his situation worse was an understatement.

   when he was revived by dream the sudden change caused his wings to break through, the pain was unbearable. he left that prison a changed man and his first thought was not phil, no it was tommy. oh tommy, his precious tommy. wilbur regretted everything he did to the boy, the one he saw as his brother. he hated putting the stress on him, but he had no one to go to. of course, that's not an excuse.

   tommy did the best he could, wiping the blood off of wilbur's back as gently as he could. the knowledge of knowing how to handle an open wound never went away, so the process was quick.

   "i'm sorry." tommy looked up, pausing his movements to look at wilbur.

   "what?" his voice was quiet.

   wilbur turned to face tommy, his face was broken, tears welling in his eyes. "i'm sorry. for, putting this stress on you," wilbur sighed, "for everything." it was sincere, tommy could tell despite everything.

   "i..." tommy started, he couldn't look in the older's eyes.

   "i don't expect you to forgive me now, or ever, but it's important to me to let you know now." tommy leaned his head against wilbur's shoulder.

   "i don't forgive you, not right now, but thank you." wilbur held tommys head, hugging him close, sniffling his tears away.

   when philza finally heard the news that his son was back, he rushed to the main essempii looking everywhere he could think for wilbur, his son.

   he couldn't find him anywhere, honest to gods close to giving up until he finally saw him. brown hair tucked into a red beanie, long brown trench coat floating behind him as he walk. on his back, however, were big beautiful black wings. next to him, was that blond kid he kept hearing about, tommy.

   tommy... did wilbur go to tommy? was his father not important to him? he ran up as fast as he could, not caring if he was interrupting their conversation. it was probably unimportant anyways.

   "wilbur!" phil wrapped his arms around his son, "my baby, you're alive! oh how i missed you!" he hugged tighter before pulling away with a smile on his face.

   "ah, phil, hello!" wilbur chuckled awkwardly. tommy looked up at wilbur, he nodded before walking somewhere away from them.

   "oh look at you, your hair, your clothes, and most importantly, your wings! they've finally grown in!" phil trailed his hand across wilbur's wings, a wrong move when wilbur grabbed his hand and moved away with a scowl on his face. phil ignored it, but he wasn't happy with the action.

   "yes, wings, they appeared after i was revived." wilbur replied somewhat disinterestedly. phil ignored his tone.

   "ah i knew you had it in you, you truly are my son, they look just like mine!" phil smiled, hands clasping together like a proud parent. "and now that you're back, i'm sure you have nowhere to stay considering the hole."

   "um, no i'm-"

   "you can stay with me! i'm living next to technoblade, it'll be just like home!" wilbur stood in shock, home? he scoffed.

   "as much as i would love to take up your offer, i'm fine, im rooming with tommy." phil laughed, hands patting wilbur's shoulder like it was the funniest thing in the world.

   "tommy? no, i'm your father! who knows how bad your back is too, growing your wings isn't easy; plus we have all the materials to health you back to your normal self!" phil tried to get wilbur walking but he wouldn't budge.

   "no thank you, i promise you we have it under control." wilbur moves to forward to the direction tommy went but phil stopped him, again.

   "i'm not going to ask twice, wilbur." phil's voice was rough. wilbur turned around with anger.

   "i can take care of myself, phil." he shoves phil off and walked over to where tommy was, ignoring anything phil had to say.

   why is phil acting like he cares all of a sudden. he didn't care for the first half of his life so why should wilbur care about him.

wilbur gripped his head, he feels a headache coming on.