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Y/N's hair stands up on their arms as they sit in the bed Phil has let them stay in until they're well enough to leave, orange eyes flicking towards the bedroom door that's slightly open.
It's one in the morning.
A pair of eyes gleam through the crack, looking curiously back at them. The spider hybrid brings their knees up to their chest, spindly legs raising up to curl over their shoulders, ready to defend against the stranger, feeling frightened.
The person chuckles amusedly, before the door slowly creaks open.
A young man moves into the room, as silent as a phantom, going and standing at the foot of their bed. His eyes are fiery red, skin pale like he hasn't seen sun in a while. Fluffy brown hair falls over one of his eyes, covering the bronze framed circle glasses resting on his nose.
A dark brown trenchcoat sweeps down to just above his ankles, and when he starts walking slowly up to Y/N it makes a quiet swishing sound as he walks, along with the tapping of tall laced black boots.
Other than the tattered clothes, he looks attractive.
Y/N is wary of the male until he starts speaking.
"Hello there, little spider. You must be Tommy's friend."
It feels like their mind melts like icecream on a hot day, all caution slipping away. He smiles as their legs lower slowly, eyes shining in the dim light.
"How interesting you are, my dear." He continues, sitting down next to them on the bed. Something in the back of Y/N's head screams not to trust him, but the thought is swept away unconsciously.
"My name's Wilbur, I'm Phil's biological son. What's yours?"
His voice is as languid and sweet as fresh honey, sticky and gripping.
Wilbur tilts his head, falling silent, waiting for the spider hybrid to answer. Y/N just stares back with cloudy thoughts and a blank expression, unable to talk, unable to comprehend the words spoken.
He sighs.
Quicker than lightning, the male reaches out and grabs their jaw, tilting their head up to look into his unusual eyes. Those eyes flash with annoyance, before crinkling in fake care.
"Your name, little spider?"
His tone sharpens.
Y/N shakes their head, snapping back to reality and quickly replying "Sorry, it's Y/N mister."
Wilbur hums as they comply, mouth curling into a smirk. "Good pet." He says softly, sending uneasy shivers up the hybrid's spine. Y/N squeaks when the male's long, thin fingers curl around their wrist before pinning it against the wall behind them. His gaze shifts into something unusual; how a predator would look tracking its prey and playing with it.
His body is suddenly moving, and Y/N's heart starts thumping as Wilbur picks them up without permission and pins the rest of their body against the cool wall. Their eyes grow wide when he laughs softly in a maniacal tone, and he presses uncomfortably close. "E-Excuse me, I don't like this." The spider hybrid whimpers, shaking when Wilbur ignores them and buries his face into their small neck, making them yelp in fear.
"H-Hey! I said sto-"
A hand slaps over their mouth to silence them as he takes a deep breath in, shuddering and letting out a soft groan. Y/N stresses, their breathing starting to uneven as the unstable male traps them.
"Who knew a little spider could smell so interesting?" Wilbur says with a gravelly undertone, smirking against their skin as they whine fearfully under his fingertips, trying to squirm away.
The door is thrown open hard.
"Get back Wilbur. NOW."
Wilbur drops the hybrid to the bed and scrambles off it, fear flashing across his face as Technoblade backs him into the corner of the room, a low snarling rumbling his throat. Y/N watches the pig pin him to the wall menacingly and grab the collar of his trenchcoat, the spider hybrid starting to calm down again.
"You're a sick bastard Will," He growls, red eyes glittering with rage as he sticks his face into the others.
"I know your mental state has slipped since Sally, but that is no excuse to go and push yourself on someone, much less a young and vulnerable hybrid. I don't want to see you here for the rest of the week, or until you get a grip on your feelings and sort yourself out."
Wilbur's pupils appear to be mismatched with panic, his back pressed against the wall. His face is ashen, drawing in gasping breaths as Technoblade stares right into his eyes with a terrifying ferocity.
This makes Y/N feel better about Techno. He had no reason to protect them, yet he's treating them like a little sibling.
Their fear of the pig hybrid was fading fast.
"I'll only say this once." Techno snarls.
"GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE. RUN AS FAR AS YOU CAN, AND DON'T COME BACK UNTIL YOU'RE SORTED OUT."
As soon as his collar is released, Wilbur becomes a blur of frantic movement, tripping over his feet and clutching his head as he bolts out the door, Y/N catching his tortured expression on his way out.
There's little sound in the room for a moment, aside from their own fast breathing slowing.
The pig warrior rolls his shoulders, letting out a growling sigh before he turns to the small hybrid, his red eyes filling with concern and a surprising softness. Y/N watches as he slowly and hesitantly walks over to them, crouching at the side of the bed, bringing his face to their level.
They gaze into his eyes, watching as his snout wrinkles, his crown covered with rubies and gold glimmering in the moonlight filtering in from the curtains.
"...Are you alright Y/N?"
His voice is impossibly quiet.
They nod, spindly legs folding; one pair in their lap and the other against their back.
Y/N says softly, "Thank you Technoblade. He made me feel really icky. Is he always like that?"
He makes a peculiar face and says, "It depends. On some days he's quiet and spends his days plucking at his guitar and lying on the grass outside, watching the world go by. That's his sadness showing. Other times, the mania takes over."
The pig hybrid huffs and rubs his face, exhaustion seeping into his features.
"Those are the bad days. He constantly mutters to himself, his emotions fire rapidly, he acts creepily towards anyone he interacts with and once or twice Phil's caught him messing with matches and TNT. Phil gets so stressed about him."
Y/N frowns.
"What happened to him? I heard you mention someone called Sally." They ask, hesitantly reaching out to put a small hand on Techno's that was tracing shapes into the duvet. His hand freezes, before his fingers curl around theirs, rubbing gently.
"She was his partner, a salmon hybrid. They loved each other a lot, but a year ago she dissapeared, leaving a note on his pillow. It didn't explain much, only really saying that she wasn't coming back.
Wilbur absolutely lost it. He locked himself in his room and screamed and cried for hours. When he finally came out, his eyes had turned crimson and he was wearing that stupid trenchcoat. He wasn't our Wilbur anymore. He wasn't right."
They shiver in fear.
"He said he was Phil's biological son. Are you and Tommy adopted?"
Techno nods.
"Phil found me badly injured while him and Will were walking in the forest. I'd been fighting a horde of creepers, and didn't have any potions or food left over. I was twelve, and Wilbur was nine. Three years later, Phil brought home a toddler Tommy who's parents had died from a zombie attack. He doesn't remember them."
Y/N yawns, and Techno goes to stand up and leave when they hold his hand tighter.
He looks down at the hybrid in surprise.
"Please stay with me tonight?" They ask, looking down.
"I'll feel safer."
He thinks for a while before nodding.
"Okay little one. Just give me a second alright?"
He pulls away and removes his cape, Y/N watching him fold it neatly and put it against the wall, leaving him in a white button up and billowy black pants. Techno unclips gold jewelry from his hair and arms and places them on the bedside table before carefully taking off his beautiful crown as well. He then kneels and unlaces his tall heeled brown boots. Upon taking them off, Y/N stifles a laugh at his pig feet, caught off guard. Techno looks up at them, the hint of a smile curling his lip.
The pig hybrid rises and goes to the edge of the bed, saying, "Shove over little one."
They do so, and Techno slips into their bed beside them. Y/N finds themself drawn to his warmth, and so they settle against his chest, letting out a pleased sigh. At first, he didn't know where to put his arms, but eventually he ends up resting them protectively over the smaller hybrid.
They both fall asleep quickly.
"TECHNO?!"
He wakes with a start, instinctively holding his arms over Y/N as he spins to face the possible attacker, which turns out to be Phil.
His father is shocked standing in the doorway, blue eyes falling on the little spider hybrid sleeping soundly beside Techno.
"What the fuck are you doing in here mate?" Phil says, gesturing to Y/N. "Do they know you were sleeping next to them?"
Technoblade rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, staying next to Y/N since they're gripping onto the bottom of his shirt. "Of course Y/N knows I'm here. They wanted me to stay after Wilbur got too touchy."
Phil's heart drops.
"HE WHAT."
His eldest nods gravely.
"Had the little one up against the wall and everything, face in their neck last night. I didn't go to sleep because of, you know-" He gestures to his head, "-when I heard Y/N's muffled cries in the hallway, so I burst in and had a very good chat with Will. He's not going to be here for a bit."
Philza pales considerably, and has to lean against the wall, head spinning.
"Oh my fucking god, Wilbur..." He whispers, shaking his head.
"I didn't realise he was having another episode, otherwise I would have had Tommy stay with Y/N somewhere else."
He groans, bringing a hand to his head.
"I have no idea how to help him. I need to consult more books from the library." Technoblade casts him an empathetic glance when suddenly Y/N starts to stir.
He looks down to see them blinking slowly, spider legs stretching out.
"Good morning little one," Techno says quietly, giving them a rare smile when the little hybrid looks up and beams at him.
"Good morning!"
Phil looks between the two and puts on a smile, saying to Techno, "We'll talk later." before walking out the room.
(A week later)
Wilbur stumbles through the snow, shivering like mad, his long and ripped trenchcoat doing nothing to help ease the burning cold. His teeth are chattering, mind scrambled and numb but fixed.
It's been a hellish week for him, having fled the house in the middle of the night and in a state of panic bolted for as long as he could, tripping over rocks and smacking into trees until he found a cave to hide in, appropriately blocking it off and filling it with torches.
A week full of crying and thinking, self-loathing and disgust, of anger and paranoia and so, so much screaming, Technoblade's words snapping something in him.
It had been heavily draining.
He'd finally woken up out of his insanity at the end of the week, fingers raw and nails broken from clawing at the walls.
He'd taken a deep breath and shakily got to his feet, head clear for the first time in a VERY long time, finally breaking through the stone to face the world.
Now, he feels numb and half-dead as he shakily takes one step after another, pain flashing through him as the arrow a skeleton shot at him lodged in his hip grazes against bone with every step. Wilbur's face is streaked with dried tears, heavy regret lodged in his stomach like the arrow. Snowflakes stick to his clothes and hair, melting down his skin like blazing rivers.
Finally, he sees the lanterns of his family's house appear through the flakes of snow. He keeps moving, taking one step after the other, the promise of warmth drawing closer and closer. As he reaches the fence of their land and passes it, Wilbur sees the front door open.
Phil steps out, his face full of absolute horror.
"WILL!"
Wilbur stumbles and collapses to his knees, dead tired, and through his blurry vision he sees his dad sprint towards him. In an instant, Wilbur is yanked forwards and held tightly to Phil's chest like he was when he was little as the older man screams for the others to come help. The exhausted male huffs out a pained laugh, limbs heavy and cold as he half lays in the snow.
"N-Nice to k-know you sti-il care en-n-nough to hold m-me Phil." He says brokenly, smiling at Phil who brushes some frosted hair away from his face, expression filled with panic.
Techno and Tommy rush to the door, their expressions both of stupefied shock at their brother's frozen and tattered form, before they run into the snow and help grab Wilbur, the trio carrying him quickly into the warmth of the house.
Y/N watches from their spot on the armchair where they're curled up with some hot chocolate with shock as their friends (who were starting to seem very close to being family) lay Wilbur's exhausted form on the long couch on the other side of the room; Phil lying on the floor next to his face and yelling out orders to Techno and Tommy as they run out of the room.
The spider hybrid looks at Wilbur's barely conscious face, and their heart twists at how frail and damaged he looked compared to the horrible human they encountered before.
Phil startles and has to hold him down as Wilbur suddenly springs up and thrashes, saying with a cracked but excited voice,
"I finally fixed myself! Phil I did it! Now you don't have to worry about me! I won't hurt anyone now!"
Tommy runs in with an armful of blankets, and together they hold him down and cover him with the thick fabrics, Y/N reeling with surprise when they hear the freezing male say quickly as he starts to fall unconscious, "Please, I don't want them to be scared of me. I don't want Y/N to be scared. I feel so, so horrible for, for..."
His voice trails off as he finally succumbs and falls limp on the couch, Tommy and Phil letting out relieved sighs as Techno whirls into the room with Phil's satchel of potions and other supplies. The winged man takes it and instantly sets to work, running through his different potions and choosing the ones he needed.
"There's an a-arrow in his leg Phil," Tommy stutters out, eyes wide. Phil pulls the blanket away and winces at the bony arrow poking deep into the flesh of his hip.
The winged man works well into the night, carefully removing the arrow and wrapping the leg up, before Phil starts giving him many different splash potions since Wilbur was unconscious and couldn't drink.
Finally, he leans back with a sigh, done. Before he leaves Wilbur alone to rest he takes off his filthy trenchcoat, leaving the skinny male in a loose yellow sweater and long dark brown pants. "He's going to be fine now guys." Phil says, mainly to his sons and not Y/N. "He just needs to sleep. Now, one of us should keep an eye on him tonight in case anything changes. Techn-"
"I'll do it."
All three look at the spider hybrid curled up in the armchair with surprise and caution. "Y/N, are you sure?" Tommy questions them, and they nod, looking over at his sleeping older brother.
"I don't think he could hurt me, much less anyone in this state. I'll be fine guys."
Reluctantly, the three leave Y/N alone with their injured family member, and the spider hybrid settles in the chair, orange eyes glowing dully as they begin their watch.
It's a few hours later before, upon finishing brewing a mug of hot chocolate in the kitchen overlooking the lounge room, that Y/N sees Wilbur's lanky form shift on the couch slightly. They walk over and sit back on their chair, drink in hand, and watch the male slowly bury his hands in his hair, groaning quietly. The spider hybrid cautiously creeps forward and lies on the floor where Phil had sat, brushing back some tangled fluffy hair from his face.
Eyes squint and flutter open, and to Y/N's surprise they're the colour of burnt caramel. They're unfocused at first but he adjusts to everything slowly, his face paling as Y/N comes into focus, their orange eyes gleaming in the dim lights. Wilbur groggily pushes himself up so his head rests on the pillows as his eyes fill with pain and guilt.
"I'm not going to ask you to forgive me,
Y/N." He says quietly, voice low and coarse with the cold and mistreatment he's put it through. He puts a hand to his head and winces as he feels his hair is matted and oily.
The spider hybrid stares at him silently, their face unreadable as they raise the mug of hot chocolate to him. Wilbur shakes his head and whispers "No thank you, maybe later."
He suddenly puts his hands to his face and inhales shakily, bringing his knees to his chest.
"I-I'm so fucking sorry. I haven't been in my right mind for a very long time."
His words are laced with emotion, and Y/N sees his eyes spilling with tears when he looks up at them, his face crumpling as his body starts to shake.
He lets out a sob as he says, "I never meant to cause you distress. Y-Y-You're so u-undeserving of what I tried to do to you! I can barely remember what I've done, but I know I tried to...fucking disgusting, I'M fucking disgusting!"
He buries his head into his knees and starts crying harder, not focusing on Y/N putting down the mug and shuffling closer. Wilbur flinches when they gently put a hand on his shoulder. The broken male hesitantly looks over his arms at them, brown eyes filled with self-loathing. In an extremely surprising act of forgiveness, the spider hybrid leans in and presses a gentle kiss to his cheek, before pulling away and whispering,
"It's alright Wilbur. Even though I'll have some habits of flinching away and getting defensive, I know you never meant to hurt me, you're not person you were before. Come here."
Wilbur stares for a moment when the other opens all their pairs of arms, before his face crumples and he gives Y/N a wobbly smile, eyes glistening. He leans forward and they embrace, the male turning his head away from Y/N to not bring back feelings of what he did before, sighing shakily. The spider hybrid feels his lanky form relax slightly, but only for a moment.
"WILBUR."
Tommy's snarl is shockingly loud as he suddenly appears in the doorway and sees his brother hugging his friend. He doesn't realise Wilbur is his regular self, so the skinny teen is already bolting across the room and pulling Y/N away from him, before shoving his older brother into the couch.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY, YOU FUCKING CREEP!" Tommy growls harshly, eyes icy and glinting until he realises Wilbur's trembling. It dawns on him when Wilbur hides his face in his hands as he lets out a whimpering sob, curling into the couch and trying to cower away from Tommy.
"T-Tommy stop, please! I know I was horrible, but I promise I-I'm better! Please get o-off me! Get off of me..."
The older brother breaks down again as he pushes the teen's hands on him away, crying out loudly when he scrambles off the couch to escape towards the door and lands hard in his injured hip, sending a strong jarring pain through him.
"Wilbur!"
Phil and Techno hurry into the room at the commotion, the bird hybrid going over to his son and lifting him onto the couch again before wrapping him in a hug and pinning him to the furniture. Wilbur yells, lashing out to try and escape, to not be anywhere near his family since they obviously hate him, they hate him he doesn't even need to be there why would they even want him back anyway-
"LET ME GO! PLEASE, I'LL LEAVE YOU GUYS ALONE NOW, I KNOW YOU HATE ME! PLEASE-"
Tommy brings a hand to his mouth, realising his bad mistake as Y/N stands up next to him and clicks anxiously. Tommy takes a step forward and reaches to Wilbur.
"Wilby, I'm sorry I said-oh fuck. I-I didn't see-"
"YOU'RE RIGHT THOUGH!" His brother sobs, desperately trying to push Phil away, who starts making soft whistles to try and calm him.
Technoblade moves across the room fluidly and gently puts his hand on Y/N's shoulder, wanting to lead them away from the distressing scene, but the hybrid shakes their head and moves towards Phil and Wilbur.
As they go over they see the male's body shuddering and sobbing in Phil's arms, his head low and facial expressions invisible.
Y/N sits down on the couch next to Wilbur and brings a hand up and over Phil's arm to gently rub the nape of his neck. The male flinches, before glancing up when he realises that the hand is too small to be any of his family's.
His sobbing eases, hiccoughs convulsing his form as Wilbur covers their hand with his, closing his eyes and trying to ground himself with their touch.
Phil looks at the spider hybrid with astonishment, blue eyes wide as he feels his son start to calm down.
"No-one hates you Wilbur," Y/N says quietly as they give the bird hybrid a small smile.
They add to the embrace of Wilbur as well, Wilbur resting his head near theirs.
"Tommy just made a mistake, so don't blame him. And didn't we already have this conversation that clarified I don't hate you for what you couldn't control?"
The upset male huffs out a laugh, rubbing his eyes and nodding. The spider hybrid smiles, reaching up to gently squish his cheeks.
"Silly Wilbur!" They say in a voice as if they were cooing at a puppy, causing Phil next to them to wheeze with laughter in surprise. Wilbur looks up and scowls at his father, flushing red. He then glares at Tommy and Techno, who try to hide their laughter and fail miserably.
"Fuck off..." He grumbles, looking towards Y/N before smiling crookedly.
Y/N grins innocently at him.
"Better?"
He bobs his head in affirmation like a pigeon before rubbing his face in exhaustion, his other hand traveling down to rest over his sore hip.
Phil sees this and puts a hand over his, large wings lifting and wrapping around his son.
"We're very happy you're okay now Will," He says kindly, ruffling his hair affectionately.
"We missed you mate."
Wilbur closes his eyes, sinking into the touch tiredly, leaning into his father's chest.
"Can we talk properly tomorrow Dad? 'M so tired."
The bird hybrid nods, helping him move back into a comfortable position, turning him on his good side as Wilbur settles into the couch. Y/N hops off the couch and pats the male on the head comfortingly before going over to Tommy and looking up at him, smiling.
He looks down, amused.
"What do you want?"
They reach up to him.
"Can I have a hug please? You give good hugs."
The teen grins smugly, before nodding. He picks them up and cackles at the happy chittering Y/N makes.
Phil stands up, pulling a blanket over Wilbur before looking at the others as Technoblade stands next to Tommy and grins at Y/N.
An idea comes to him, the winged man instantly latching onto it and agreeing wholeheartedly with the thought.
"Y/N."
The others look at the older curiously.
Y/N sees the warm glint in his eyes and perks up in Tommy's arms, eyes widening. "I just had a thought," Phil says nonchalantly, wings stretching out before relaxing.
"Since we've grown close with you, I want to ask you something. Do you have a home to go to? Or a family?"
The spider hybrid feels hope spark in their chest, hoping that their thoughts were drifting in the right direction.
"No Phil," They respond, twisting their body to face him. "Spider hybrids are generally pretty seperate. Sure I see others, but we don't have close knit groups."
"Then how about we become your family?"
Y/N's jaw drops, as does Wilbur, Tommy and Techno's, before the spider hybrid feels tears brim in their eyes.
Phil smiles warmly and walks to them as they burst into happy tears, nodding frantically. Tommy hugs them tighter, concerned at their sudden crying before he realises that they're very happy.
"Y-YES, YES PLEASE PHIL!" The young hybrid cries.
Their spider legs start spinning something out of their silk unintentionally, until there's four hearts made of strong web mesh dangling from the ends of their legs.
Techno gently unhooks one, marvelling at its sturdiness.
"Oh little one, these are pretty. Very pretty."
Y/N smiles tearily as Phil gently takes them out of Tommy's arms, much to his protest, and engulfs them in a hug.
A hug only a father could give his child.
"Welcome to our little clan then, Y/N."