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🏹Feathery Problem🏹

Family AU!! Wilbur is eldest, then Techno, then Tubbo, then Tommy. (According to their irl ages, Tubbo is actually a few months older than Tommy irl, but he'll be a year older than him in this.)

"Hey dad?" The blonde teen peeked around the corner of the doorway, glancing at the green themed figure who was sitting in a lounge chair while doing something on his laptop.

"What is it, Tommy?" Phil looked up from the computer screen, noticing the alarm in his son's eyes.

"U-um.. I need some help with something." Tommy replied, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as he stepped into view fully.

The adult put his laptop on the table beside his chair and stood up, ruffling his huge grey wings as he walked to the teen.

"What's wrong? Did something happen between you and Tubbo again?" Phil asked, placing a hand on Tommy's shoulder.

"N-no dad, Tubbo doesn't have anything to do with this. It's something else.. Can we talk in private?" Tommy looked up at his father, discomfort and nervousness in his eyes.

Phil let out a small sigh, pulling his hand away and gesturing for Tommy to walk further into the room while the winged man closed the door and locked it.

"What is it then, Tommy? You're never this nervous unless its something to do with your insecurities. Did someone insult you?" Phil turned to his son, stern worry in his eyes.

"Dad, no one insulted me. I'm fine. And it's not exactly my insecurities.. I came to you about it, not only cause your my dad, but for another reason.. You're probably the only person to know what to do with this, besides Badboyhalo but he's busy with Muffinteers stuff."

Phil walked to stand by his son, confusion and worry in his eyes. He tried piecing what Badboyhalo and himself had in common. There were a few things.

"Is this a magic question?" Phil asked, tilting his head a little.

Tommy just sighed and shook his head. He moved an arm to scratch his upper back, reaching through the neckhole of his shirt. He pulled his hand back, his fist clenched around something.

"Dad, look." Tommy opened his fist, showing a few small red feathers in his palm.

Phil sat in silence for a moment, his eyes lighting up when he realized what was going on. "You're growing wings?"

Tommy nodded a little, shrugging slightly. "I guess? It's a little weird.. I was hoping since, y'know, you might have an idea on what to do."

Phil nodded, rushing over to a small bookshelf in the corner and grabbing a small thin book from the bottom corner.

"I kept notes on when my wings grew, just in case I needed them later in life." Phil said, walking back to the teen with the small journal.

"How long have the feathers been there?" The adult asked, flipping through the pages.

"Maybe a week now? I really noticed them when I took a shower the other day, because I went to wash my back and knocked a few loose ones out." Tommy replied, glancing at the book his dad was holding.

"You're in the molting stages, it takes maybe a week and a half for that to subside. Any discomfort, like your back is sore?" Phil looked up at Tommy, curious concern in his eyes.

The teen nodded a little. "Kinda, it hurts when I try to stretch."

Phil looked back at the journal. "Your wings are gonna start growing out soon then. Maybe in a few weeks your wings will be half the size of mine."