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Wilbur: Age 5

Philza appreciated nights like this. The change in the seasons was approaching and the cool breeze of fall was setting in right on schedule. Philzas day was mostly occupied with feeding the animals in the barn and entertaining his son long enough that he wouldn’t wander off deep in the woods.
Wilbur had fallen asleep in the middle of reading a book, face smooshed into the open pages. So Philza took no issue with picking up his slumbering son and taking him to his room.

And with that Philza tended to the fire and sat with his own book. The arm of his chair soon became occupied by two crows, them also enjoying the quiet that comes with the late night. The precious few moments of relaxing he had become near and dear to Philza.

It wasn’t until it was well into the evening that the rain began. Phil paused and took a peek outside. He had a feeling it would rain. By the looks of it right now he’s not gonna need to water his crops for a few nights. It was a downpour. And it wasn’t long till the first crack of thunder sounded off in the distance. That brought a tired smile to his face. A good day to stay inside tomorrow. Wil won’t be happy but Phil will find something to occupy him. Phil gave a quick stretch to his wings, before turning to the two occupants on his chair. He gave a sharp whistle, waking the two birds. They fluffed up their feathers in disapproval.

“Ian, Brian, time to turn in mates” Phil let the two crows fly over, landing safely on his shoulders. Phil made it to his room, Ian and Brian finding their respective nests in the corner of his room. Phil then wasted no time settling into his bed, and with one last stretch, his muscles relaxing into the sea of blankets and pillows.

Phil didn’t need to try and drown out the loud sounds of the storm outside. He could feel the blanket of sleep come his way and was about to drift into the comfort of the night. But even through the loud winds and harsh rainfall Philza still picked up on small footsteps, a muffled sob and the slow opening of his bedroom door. Phil heard a soft shift from Ian, also now awaken by the sound.

“Daddy…” and there it was. Phil lifted himself to his elbows, and looked at the small figure that now stood in the doorway. Ian made his way to settle on the bedside table, now keeping an eye on the two.

“What’s the matter, songbird?” Phil asked, voice groggy but gentle. Wilbur responded but he couldn’t hear what he said, the small boy burying his face into the stuffed animal he dragged along with him.

“Is the storm keeping you awake?” Phil sat up fully, preparing to comfort the clearly spooked kid.

“No! I’m not scared! I’m big and strong!” Wilbur argued back, gripping the toy closer. Phil recognized it then as the worn stuffed polar bear that Techno sent the small family for a birthday. Ian gave a loud squawk that almost sounded like a laugh. But it didn’t happen again after a quick sharp glance from Phil, the bird instantly shuttling up.

“Then what are you doing awake, mate?” Phil watched as the gears in Wilburs brain worked overtime to come up with an excuse.

“…I was checking to see if you were scared. You’re old! One loud noise could kill you!” Wilbur explained, putting on his best “I’m confident” voice. Phil couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“It’s okay if your scared Wilbur”

“I know! But I’m not, so it's fine.”

“Then you should go back to bed”

Wilbur stared back at his father with wide eyes and hesitated.

Just then, as if to fill the silence between the two of them, a huge crack of thunder sounded. Phil turned to look at his window, only to be blindsided as he was body slammed by his son. In the commotion Ian gave a loud screech, flying up and circling the room once before landing on the bedpost. Phil lands right on his back, wings now stretched out on both sides of his body.

“Some warning would have been nice” Phil gasped out, catching his breath. But his son didn’t respond, him curling in closer to the familiar warmth. Phil wrapped him up in his arms and sat up straight.

“Wilbur, you don’t need to act big and brave. It’s okay to be scared.” Phil sat with his back up against the headrest of his bed, slowly rubbing circles on his terrified son’s back to try and calm him down.

“You’re not scared of anything!” Wilbur said, face buried into his father’s chest. Phil couldn’t help but smile.

“Of course I am.”

“Oh yeah? Of what?” Wilbur looked up, challenging his father. Phil just smiled. He put Wilbur down, sitting him down on his folded legs, resting his chin on the top of Wilburs head.

“I get scared when I hear you get hurt. I get scared when I’m outnumbered by mobs when I’m out in the forest. I’m scared of baby zombies.”

“Baby zombies?”

“Long story, Wilbur. Maybe when you're older” Phil gave a small smile at the disapproval in Wilburs pout.

“Thunder and lightning can be scary. But it’s outside and you’re here with me”

“But why is it so LOUD?” Wilbur asked. Phil paused and watched the rain outside.

“I’ve told you about the gods right?”

“A little bit.”

“Well all the gods have their angels. Thunder is just them talking”

“Cant they whisper it?!” Phil just sighed. Oh me day he’ll get tired of these constant questions but for now Philza smiled.

“They’re arguing. So they’re gonna be loud. Especially to little boys and girls who should be asleep” Wilbur looked out the window.

“What are they arguing about?” Wilbur asked. Phil paused for a moment. But he scooped Wilbur in his arms and carried him to the window.

“Well lucky for you I can understand what they’re saying”

“You can?!”

“It’s one of my many secret talents, mate” Philza winked as his son stared at him with wide eyes. It’s not like a complete lie but Wilbur didn’t need to know the details just yet. So Phil dramatically turned his ear “listening” to the “argument” going on outside.

“Mmhm. Ooh alright I see.”

“What! What are they saying!!!” Phil couldn't help but laugh at the insistence only his boy could have.

“One of the angels broke the other's stuff by accident. But the other is still upset.” He explained. Wilbur nodded, understanding.

“Yeah I would be upset too.” Wilbur muttered.

“They’re just things mate. I’m sure the angels will get over it” and then they stood in silence for a moment, watching as the rain hit against the window. Phil’s wings stretched as they stood together in peace.

“Feel better now?” Phil asked, looking down at his son in his arms. Wilbur shrugged, pulling the stuffed bear closer.

“A Little. Can I still stay with you?” Wilbur asked. Phil couldn’t help but smile.

“Of course you can Wil.” Phill took his son on his arms and into bed they went, his arms still firmly holding his son.

Another crack of thunder sounded off just as Phil pulled the blanket up over both of them. He felt Wilburs body flinch, still jumpy about the storm.

“It’s still scary” Wilbur whispered, eyes shut hard. Phil sighed and looked up, making eye contact with Ian. The bird just stared back, void of any help.

“How about this.” Phil unfolded his wings, massive and dark. He wrapped them around him and his son, the thick feathers blocking out the flash of lightning outside. Wilburs eyes grew wide at the gesture.

“Wilbur listen to me okay” Phil whispered to his son, Wilburs brown eyes looking up, wanting to absorb every word that came out of his fathers mouth.

“It’s okay to be scared. You’re gonna be scared. Everyone gets scared-“

“Even Technoblade?” Phil couldn’t help but laugh. Wilbur doesn't remember when he met Technoblade, him being two at the time. Phil couldn't help but smile that his son holds his closest friend on almost as high a pedestal as Phil does himself. 

“Yes, even Techno. But just because you’re scared doesn't mean you're weak or not brave. Do you understand?”

“Yeah I think so.”

“And I’m never gonna let anyone hurt you. Not lightning, not thunder, not mobs”

“What about baby zombies?”

“I will face 100 baby zombies for you Wilbur. Whenever you’re scared or hurt I’ll pick you up again and make sure you’re safe. Right here in my arms where you should be” Phil said, his finger running through curly brown hair. Wilbur laughed at the feeling and hugged his father close”

“And in your wings too?”

“And in my wings too.They’ll always be here to keep you safe.” Wilbur smiled and nodded.

“Thank you Phil.”

“Of course Wilbur.” And it only took a minute before the two of them fell asleep and the storm died down, leaving them in pure peace for just a few hours

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Wilbur Age: 6

“If you keep pressing up against the window you’re gonna break it, Wilbur'' Phil jokes, seeing Wilburs face planted firmly against the window, eyes wide and in wonder. He walked over and gently pulled him away, getting a pout in return. Philza ran his fingers through curly brown hair before returning back to making it look like he doesn't have an overly energetic 6 year old destroying the living room every time Philza turns his back.

“ How much longer till he gets here?”

“I told you he should be here any minute now”

“Yeah but you said that three hours ago!”

“Wilbur I said that 5 minutes ago”

The only response Phil got from his son was a dramatic groan and him flopping his entire body on to the couch. Philza couldn’t contain the teasing smile.

“With all these dramatics you should think about a future in theatre” Phil sat at the unoccupied cushion on the couch. Wilbur took this as a sign to climb into his fathers lap. Soon to follow was Ian and Brian, landing on the windowsill, also keeping an eye out.

“Do you think Technoblade will like me?” Wilbur finally asked, running his fingers over his fathers primaries, being as gentle as he could.

“You’ve met Techno before Wilbur. I have the pictures to prove it” And there were more than enough pictures. The small cottage was wall to wall with them. All of them either Wilbur, Philza or the mythical being known as Technoblade. And up on the wall were the two specific pictures that his father was talking about. One of the piglin hybrid holding a small Wilbur in his arms, face perplexed and confused as if he had never seen a toddler before. The next picture, one seeming to be taken moments later, was a picture of Wilbur, hand full of pink hair and a face full of glee, all the while the person holding him tries to keep Wilbur out of reach, his face mid yelp.

“I was two, dad! That doesn't count!” Wilbur argued back. Phil just sighed and ran his hand through his son's hair.

“Wilbur, everyone who’s ever met you thinks you’re a delight. Why on earth wouldn’t Techno like you?”

“I’m loud, I pulled his hair that one time, I’m messy, I eat sand, I don’t know when to stop talking, I'm overdra-“

“That wasn’t an invitation to answer the question Wilbur.”

“SEE! I’m also annoying”

“Wilbur. You’re 6 years old. That’s what every six year old is like. Techno is going to love you. Do you think I would invite him over if I didn’t think that?”

“No… but what if-“

“OURNA!” Ian flew up and landed right on Philza's head, pecking at the long strands of hair as Brian circled the room, cawing over and over.

“Like I said. Any minute now.” Phil smiled and put Wilbur back on the couch, walking over to the door. Wilbur didn’t follow, instead looking out the window.

“Techno, mate!” Philza opened the door and walked out to the porch of their small forest home. Wilbur watched with wide eyes as his father walked to hug the visitor. They hopped off their horse and turned to face Phil. Wilbur noted that his hair was a lot longer now than they were in the pictures. With a wide tusked smile the newcomer opened their arms to embrace Philza in them. Their strong arms engulfed his father.

“How’s it going old man?” Greeted Technoblade releasing Phil from his embrace. Phil just sighed.

“Making it day by day. Wilbur is excited to meet you” Techno’s response was an amused huff. Wilbur slid back behind the couch, hopefully out of view.

“Wilbur! Our guest is here!” He heard his father holler. Wilbur made his way to the front door and he poked his head out. Phil waved him over, a wide expecting smile. Wilbur jogged over to his dad, being swept up in his fathers arms, landing firmly on Phils hip. Now he could really see just how terrifying Techno could be. Too many scars etched in his face told hundreds of stories. His eyes were red and looking right at him. Wilbur couldn’t tell what expression was on Technoblade's face but it wasn’t exactly cheerful.

“Techno you remember Wilbur” Phil said looking at Techno, a smile on his face. Techno gave Wilbur a small wave, and an attempt at a warm smile.

“Hallo!” Techno said, his voice deadpan but trying to be excited. Wilbur waved back, smiling.

“I’m Wilbur Soot Minecraft!”

“So I’ve heard”

“What happened to your face?”

“Wilbur!” Philza covered his face in embarrassment. Techno just stared back, eyebrow raised and silent.

“You said it was okay to ask him questions!”

“Not like that.”

“Lots of fights" Techno finally answered. Wilbur nodded, accepting Technos response. Techno actually smiled. He pointed at one specific scar, it going across his neck.

“Your dad gave me this one”

“Don’t tell him that story! He’s gonna think I tried to kill you.”

“I mean you did”

“You did?!?” Wilburs eyes wide in surprise. Philza just rolled eyes.

“That’s not a story to tell nosey 6-year olds.” Phil finally put Wilbur down to the ground. Soon two black blurs came out from the house. Ian landed right on the horse's saddle, giving a brief welcoming caw. Brian, having no concept of personal space, nested himself in the middle of the crown on Technos head and began screaming.

“E E E E E E E E”

“Yeah, yeah. They say hello too.” Techno waved his hand up to shoo the bird away, Brain flying away and making his way to land next to Ian.

“Voices treating you alright, mate?” Phil asked, taking the horse's reins from his friend, leading the small group back to their home. On the roof of it a few scattered crows perched, cawing a welcome as they got closer.

“I feel like you’ve gotten more. Are you becoming that lonely?” Technoblade said eyeing the murder that loomed over them.

“They keep showing up and I don’t have the heart to turn them away. You know me” Wilbur watched his father tie the horse to the railing of their home,Techno already making his way into the small house. Wil watched him go in before looking up at Phil.

“I don’t think he likes me.” He whispered.

“It’s gonna take a lot more than You asking Techno questions to get him to dislike you. He’s just a bit old softie on the inside”

“I heard that.” Techno shouted from inside. Phil just laughed before taking Wilburs hand. When they both went inside. Techno had hung up the bright red cape and his crown up on the coat hanger in the corner. Wilbur was surprised by how much the cape made Techno look bulkier. You could still tell Techno was strong and not one to underestimate. But the fur collar made him seem even bigger. Techno made his way to the table and sat. Wilbur took his usual seat, just so happening to be next to Technoblade. Phil in the meanwhile put a pot of water up on their stove. Wilbur couldn’t stop looking up at Techno, fascinated by him. He’s heard so many stories about him and now that he’s actually here in front of him it’s surreal. Techno in turn watched as Phil dug around in the cupboard and drawers in their kitchen.

“Lose your glasses again?”

“You know damn well between the two of us you’re the blind one”

“Might wanna watch your mouth in front of the kid”

“His first full sentence was “You little Shit” I think we are beyond that point with him”

“I know lots of words!”

“Let's not give Technoblade an example, please.” Philza said, turning back to his company, sighing.

“I forgot to gather some stuff before you got here Technoblade. I’ll be quick if you don’t mind.”

“No surprise there. I’ll be sure to not burn the house down.”

“Can I come?!” Wilbur asked, hopping off his chair before he got an answer.

“No, no. I just need to run out. I’m not gonna be long. Techno will watch you while I’m gone.”

“What?!?”

“HEH?” Techno and Wilbur just turned to face each other, both shocked by the other's reaction. But Philza didn’t bother to acknowledge it.

“I’ll be back in less than an hour. What? The same Technoblade who tore down entire armies too scared to watch a 6 year old now?” Phil was too busy gathering some supplies to see the unsatisfied face on Techno’s face.

“Wilbur, behave alright. Techno will tell me. And Ian’s staying so if Techno doesn't tell me he will”

“No fair! Ian’s a snitch!”

“Why do you think I’m leaving him?”

“OURNA!!”

“Exactly” Phil slung a bag over his shoulder and headed for the door. Brian you was already flying out, leading the way.

“Less than an hour! I promise!!” Phil waved goodbye and he was gone.

And there stood Technoblade and Wilbur. Both confused with the situation they have found themselves in. Wilbur just looked up at the almost stranger. A million and one questions in his brain.

“So why did my dad try to kill you?” Was unfortunately the first question he asked. Techno just turned to face him, confused and shocked at the question.

“I mean. I Know you two are best friends. And last time I checked friends don't try to kill each other” Wilbur explained his reasoning, not that he needed too.

“Do you normally ask this many questions?”

“Phil says it’s part of my charm”

“He would say that” Techno stood from the kitchen table. Wilbur walked past him and sat in the big chair and waited.

“Didn’t your father say not to tell you that story?” Techno questioned, an eyebrow raised. Wilbur could only shrug.

“Yeah but he doesn’t need to know. It stays between you and me….and Ian if I give him enough treats.”

Techno stared for a moment, contemplating how exactly to react to the numerous questions he expected and didn’t know how to answer. When he signed and turned his back to walk to the couch Wilbur thought he crossed a line and sighed. He really was doing all of this wrong.

“Ahem” Technos cleared his throat and motioned towards the couch, waiting for Wilbur to take a spot besides him. Wilbur didn’t hesitate as ye ran over to the couch and sat on the cushion, pulling his legs up against his chest, his chin resting on his knees as Wilbur stares up at Technoblade

“To spare you all the bloody gorey details I’ll be quick.” Techno started, giving a sigh.

“I was really young and dumb. Bit of a hot head at the time bec-“

“You hear voices!” Wilbur couldn’t help but finish the sentence. Techno just turned to face Wilbur, shock and confusion on his face. Wilbur closed his mouth quickly, feeling out of turn.

“Sorry. You’re telling the story.” Techno only nodded in response. 

“Well anyways, your dad was in the nether for trading and supplies. And after following him around for a while I thought I could take him. Your dad wasted no time proving me wrong.” Techno let out a chuckle, thinking back on the memory in fondness.

“I can’t imagine my dad fighting anyone” Wilbur scrunched up his face at the thought.

“That’s because you’ve only known him as an old man. He wasn’t always old and brittle.” Techno explained, leaning into the couch. Wilbur still didn’t believe Techno on that one. He could never picture Phil as a young man. Or even a little Kid!

“If you tried to kill him, why did you two become friends? Seems weird to me” Wilbur questioned. Techno just smiled.

“Philza is a good man. He’s also a builder and a fixer. He’s very good at fixing things” Wilbur watched Techno as he talked. A fond smile never leaving his face as he talked about him. His entire demeanor softened. Wilbur would never doubt his fathers care and loyalty to Technoblade. He’s had too many bed time stories told to him of him and Technos adventures when they were travel companions. All of them about Techno taking down people who crossed them and him getting out of situations. Phil rarely talked about himself during that time but never stopped talking about Techno. It’s good to finally hear stories about his dad. And it’s good to see that Techno holds the same respect for Phil as he does for Techno.

“In the long run I wouldn’t be the person I am with out your dad” Techno finished and turned to Wilbur. Then when Wilbur started laughing Techno couldn’t help but be perplexed and shocked at the reaction he was having .

“And what’s so funny?” He asked. When Wilbur shook his head he beamed a wide smile.

“Nothing! My dad says the same about you! But don’t tell him I told you. He says you wouldn’t believe him if he said so.” Wilbur explained. Techno fell silent for a moment and turned to face the window behind the couch they where sitting on, looking out to the tree line in the direction Philza walked.

“How do you know that?” Techno inquired. Wilbur hopped off the couch and stood before Techno, giving him a shrug.

“Dad tells me lots of stories. Mostly about you. I think he lived a boring life till you showed up.” Wilbur explained. Then it was Technos turn to laugh.

“He hasn’t told you everything then I’m guessing?”

“Told me what?!? “ Wilbur nearly launched himself onto Technos' lap. His eyes wide with excitement. Techno pushed his back against the back of the couch, avoiding a potentially catastrophic head butt from the child that was begging for information.

“You really are your fathers child” Techno simply said. Wilbur sat back on his knees, still on Technos lap.

“What do you mean”

“Excited over the slightest hint of new information” Techno gave a small snort of amusement as he sat back up.

“Well yeah. It’s good to know things. But I don’t know a lot about my dad. Heck I don’t even know my mom! He keeps saying it’s the fridge but I read books and I know that’s not how babies are made.” Wilbur explained, sliding to Technos side and crossing his arms with a pout.

“Yeah there’s good reason for that” Techno said under his breath. It wasn’t in a malicious way or anything. But more like there’s something Techno wishes he could say. But Wilbur didn’t quite pick that up.

“YOU KNOW WHO MY MOM IS?!?” Wilbur was up right and at attention now. It was at that moment Techno realized his mistake.

“I should not have said that” Techno sat up and walked away from the couch

“No Techno! Please!” Wilbur refused to let him get away. Wilbur latched himself to one of Technos legs. This usually works with his dad, it always makes him stop in his tracks. What Wilbur didn’t expect was Techno to keep walking like he wasn’t there. That was until he got to the kitchen table when Techno lifted him by his shirt and placed him on the table, putting Wilbur almost at his eye level.

“Like I said before. Your dad is a good man. And have you considered that maybe he hasn’t told you because there’s a very good reason for that?”

“Yeah but every time I asked him he would change the subject or get distracted! Can’t you tell me something!!!” Wilbur begged. Techno pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

“One day you’ll learn the truth, okay. And it’s not gonna be me who tells you. You just gotta be patient” Techno explained, Putting a shoulder on Wilburs shoulder.

“That’s what Phil says.” Wilbur groaned. Techno just smiled.

“I figured. Your dad knows best.”

“I guess” Wilburs shoulders fell. Techno gave a sympathetic smile and ruffled his hand in Wilburs already disheveled hair.

“How about a compromise? I can tell you one thing about her. But you have to promise to keep quiet alright. You too Ian. I got a loaf of bread with your name on it if you keep quiet” Techno looked at the black bird who was perched on a nearby bookcase. The bird just floofed his feathers and gave a quick caw of agreement. Techno looked back at Wilburs wide expecting eyes.

“You like stories right? Reading and listening to them?” Techno asked.

“Yeah! Lots.”

“So did your mother. Loved telling stories and listening to them. It’s how Phil got so good at telling them.” Techno explained before turning on his heel to walk away. Wilbur just stared at him.

“That’s it?!?” Wilbur yelled.

“I never said what I would tell you!” Techno laughed, his arms crossed. Wilbur rolled his eyes with a groan. He gave it a brief thought. He looked up at the bookcase, it full of books on all different subjects and strokes. The one up top where his dads and then there were his massive collection on the lower shelves. He was like his mom. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought. He finally found something, no matter what it was, that connected him to his mom.

“I guess that’s cool.” Wilbur said, smiling. Techno nodded, trying and failing to hide the caring smile on his face.

“Now remember. It’s a secret alright”

“What’s a secret?” It was at that moment where Phil walked through the door. Brain flew right in and landed next to Ian, both making their home in the book shelf. Techno and Wilbur Borge just shared a panicked look with each other. Great timing.

“How long I’m staying” Techno quickly answered, putting on a cocky smile and arms crossed. Wilbur took notice and followed suit, standing up straighter as well.

“Yup! Techno told me! And you don’t get to know!” Phil just looked at the both of them, suspicious but not willing to press further.

“And why does Wilbur get to know and not me?” Phil questioned making his way back inside, putting the now gathered supplies down on the table. He picked Wilbur up, balancing his son on his hip.

“I’m just cooler than you. You’re too old and boring.” Wilbur answered. Phil just looked back at Techno, both of them having knowing smiled.

“You got me there, song bird. Too old” Phil laughed before putting Wilbur back down on the floor.

“But I should ask. How long are you staying?” Phil asked, turning back on the furnace for dinner. Techno looked back at Wilbur for a quick moment.

“Well. I don’t have any travel Plans for the foreseeable future. So I might be here for a while.” Phil couldn't help but give his wings a quick satisfied flap. Wilbur walked to the bookcase and grabbed a book. He held it in both hands and settled into the couch, smiling wider than usual.

“It’s gonna be good to have you around again, mate.” Phil said, smiling warm and excited to be able to see his best friend again.

“It’s good to be home again”

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Wilbur Age:11

The house was quiet. If Wilbur had known any better he would question this. But he paid it no mind. He was tuning his guitar and was thankful for it actually. His fingers gently plucked the strings of the instrument and turned the knobs carefully till each string made the correct sound. It was a bit tedious but he took a small joy in maintaining it. He gave it one last strum, plucking a few notes to see if it was up to his standard. And it was. He couldn’t help but be proud of his handy work. Now that it was in tune and sounding as beautiful as ever he opened up the notebook he kept all his music in and took a deep breath.

He played a few notes just fine. Continuing on through the music notes and placing his fingers where they needed to be. But towards the middle he stumbled a bit. He just couldn’t move his fingers from one position to the other. He backtracked and tried again. And again. And again. It went like this for a good couple minutes. Wilbur let out a more frustrated grumble each time he needed to do this one part again.
“Last time. I gotta get it eventually” he spoke to himself, forcing himself to keep going. As he started this time It was…better. Not perfect but he could almost get there. He could go a little faster with his finger movements and he still stumbled on a few of them. Improvement was on the horizon.

*CRASH*

The sudden loud noise made Wilbur clutch his guitar closer to his chest in reaction. Oh gods what was his dad building this time? He put the guitar to the side and got up to investigate. No signs of life in the living room or kitchen. And Phil wasn’t in the study. So Wilbur sighed, making his way to the ladder that led to his fathers room.
Wilbur knew his home wasn’t exactly traditional. If you only looked at the main part of the house it would look just about average. But Wilbur didn’t exactly have a traditional father. His fathers room was a ladder climb away in an extension of the home. When he was little his father stayed on the second floor bedroom so he could get to Phil without trouble. But then Techno moved in and Phil made it back to his old room.

Wilbur reached the top of the ladder and pushed the trap door open, poking his head inside. He looked around and took in the scene before him.
First thing he noticed was the broken vase on the floor. There's the source of the crash. What he also saw was his father twisting and stretching his body to try and reach the very middle of his back, right where his wings connected. The floor was littered with discarded feathers. His wings were out stretched and flailing every which way so that Phil could reach. Wilbur climbed the rest of the way into his fathers room and made sure to close the trap door.

“You okay dad?” Wilbur asked ducking to avoid his fathers wing. Philza stopped struggling for a moment and relaxed his body, giving up when he saw Wilbur. He just sighed, almost defeated.

“It’s that time of the month again. And I got so used to Techno helping me I forgot how hard it is to get to all of the feathers.” Philza explained. Wilbur could only frown. He had almost forgotten about the week or so where his fathers wings started molting and needed extra attention. Techno knew how to take care of them almost as well as Phil himself. Techno had to leave them a month ago after living with them for a few years. It was hard to get used to. Especially for Phil. He missed him.

“I mean it looks like you got most of it.” Wilbur said, picking up one of the many scattered feathers. He handed it off to Phil who just gave a small smile, twirling the discarded feather between his thumb and pointer.

“It just looks that way. Most of them were already loose and fell out while I was trying to get to my back. The scapulars are always the worst.”

“The what?”

“Get behind me and I’ll show you, '' Phil offered . Wilbur stepped behind his father and watched as he stretched the huge black wings out. They almost reached the walls.

“Now see right where my wings meet on my back.” Wilbur gingerly placed his hand on the joints his father mentioned. Phil gave an approving nod at him when he felt his son's hand. Wilbur took a close look at the area. He’s never taken notice but the small feathers were pointing every which way.

“Why do you need to preen your wings exactly?” Wilbur asked, absentmindedly running his hands over the familiar feathers.

“Well for one thing they get dirty and need to get the dust and sand out of it. And it overall is just uncomfortable if I go too long without touching them. Kinda like when your sock rolls up to the front of your shoe.” Phil explained, folding his wings carefully. Wilbur nodded as he walked back to face his father.

“And if I don’t take care of them then they don’t work. And I would hate for them to stop working.” Phil looked up at his wings in pride, and Wilbur could swore he saw a glint of something else. Like Phil was thinking about someone he once knew. It’s the same face he had when Phil would talk about Techno. Phil snapped himself back to reality and sighed, turning back to look at Wilbur.

“It’s just maintenance pretty much. You have to take a bath and I have to preene my wings.” Wilbur nodded in agreement. Wilbur looked at the wings, now keeping a closer look at them. Some of the bigger feathers were twisted and sideways. Others seemed to be dangling by a thread. Wilbur stepped around his father, inspecting the wings. Phil just watched his son circle around him, watching the gears work in his son’s brain. That was his favorite part of being Wilbur's dad. Simply watching his kid think and figure the world out. But he had no clue what he was coming up with behind those curls of his.

“Do you want help?” Wilbur finally offered, stopping right in front of Phil. Phils eyes widened in surprise.

“You don’t know how Wilbur.”

“Teach me! You had to have taught Techno. Why can’t you teach me?” Wilbur argued back. Phil couldn’t help but laugh.

“Alright, mate. Sit down. Before you start it’s time for an anatomy lesson.” Wilbur obediently sat down and watched with wide eyes as Philza stretched one wing out.

“Now you know my primaries and secondaries right?” Phil explained, pointing at the fathers in question. Wilbur nodded along, listening intently.
“Now you know you need to be extra careful with them? The reason being is because they’re extremely sensitive and are essentially connected to my bone. It’s like yanking out a lock of hair essentially” Phil gave these feathers a small and gentle tug, showing how sturdy they were.

“These feathers are how I fly. So it’s very important to make sure you’re safe with these, okay?” Phil motioned for Wilbur to stand up and get closer. He then gently took his son's hand in his and guided them over the large black feathers.

“Each feather has to be uniform and straight. See if you can find one that’s out of sorts.” Phil removed his hand from Wilburs and watched as he focused. He softly brushed the surface of the wings and waited for him to find a feather, twisted in its position. Wilbur turned to look at Phil, waiting for approval. Phil just smiled and nodded.

“Good! Now all you need to do is straighten it out. Give it a try, Wil” Phil instructed. Wilbur very gently and slowly took the primary feather he spotted and straightened it out, disappearing in the uniform straight lines of the rest of Phils feathers.

“Good! You’re a natural at this!”

“It’s almost like I’m supposed to have them!” Wilbur jokes , smiling as he starts looking for another feather. Wilbur knew he wasn’t gonna get wings any time soon. Or ever. He’s come to terms with this. But it’s still nice to wish. Phil had a gentle smile on his face, watching with pride as Wilbur found another feather and put it into place. But a sudden jolt shot through the limb, causing him to jerk the wing away on instinct. Wilbur hopped back, startled from the sudden fit.

“I’m sorry! It was an accident!” Wilbur immediately apologized. Phil shook the wing out a few times, taking a deep breath.

“It’s okay, Wil! It takes practice. Even I made mistakes when I first learned. And it just startled me a bit. You didn’t rip the feather out. Just twisted it. Keep going!”

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you again” Wilbur fidgets with his sweater sleeves as he looks back to Phil’s wings.

“I promise it’ll be okay. The first time Techno preened my wings he accidentally pulled out 3 primaries. Grounded me for a MONTH. You’ll only get better as you keep going. It’s like your guitar! You’re already getting better at it! I heard you playing before. It’s just like that. You tune your guitar to keep it sounding nice and pretty. I have to preene my wings for the same reason. You are practicing to play and now you’re practicing how to preene. It takes time but if I know you, you'll get the hang of it. You just have to keep going. Ready?”

Wilbur took a moment to think, examining his fathers wings. With a deep breath and a confident nod Wilbur stepped forward, getting back to work.

And so that’s how they went till just about sunset. Philza would give tips and suggestions whenever needed, Wilbur nodding along. Phil would have him pause to teach him the different parts of the wing, pointing out the coverts and how to take care of them. As they went on Wilbur only got more fluid as he continued on. He accidentally pulled out a covert feather. But Phil reassured him it wasn’t the end of the world.

“I think that’s the last one, Wilbur. You did fantastic.” Phil congratulated Wilbur, pulling his son into a hug.

“You really think so?” Wilbur beamed with pride.

“I can feel the difference. Come on. Let’s see if they fly just as good as they look” Phil said, getting up from the floor. He stretched his arms above his head and spread out the newly preened wings. Phil took Wilbur out to the balcony, the sun setting past the tree tops.

“Can I please come, Phil!” Wilbur pleaded. Philza sighed and thought

“I don’t know, mate. You’re getting a little too big for my old bones to take. I have no clue where you get this height from but it’s sneaking up on us quick” Phil said, running his hand through his hair. Wilbur sighed, looking down to the floor.

“But I think I can manage one lap around the clearing” Phil caved. Wilbur nearly leaped into his fathers arms at the news. He would usually go get his pilot's goggles but they had become too tight around his head.

“Okay, Wilbur. Count us down.” Phil said, Wilbur secured on his hip.

“3, 2, 1, LIFT OFF” Wilbur shouted. And next thing he knew he and his father were up in the sky. Wilbur giggling as the soft wind tousled his hair. Phil couldn’t help but beam as he took a circle around the little clearing they called home. And Phil couldn’t tell if it was the time of day or the newly preened wings but something about this flight made it extra smooth.

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Wilbur Age:7

Philza stood in the doorway of his home, foot tapping anxiously. The sun was almost completely set beyond the horizon, the first few stars scattered across the sky.

“Where the hell is that boy?” He muttered to himself. Behind him Technoblade walked up behind him, rolling his sleeves back down after setting up the dinner table.

“Should we go looking for him?” Techno asked. Phil just sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“He knows he has to be home before sundown. He has to before the mobs start spawning.” Phil explained. It wasn’t like Wilbur to be out past curfew when he goes and plays in the forest. And he knows he’s not allowed past the edge of the forest. Techno just gave a quick huff of air. He didn’t look concerned but Philza could tell by the way the piglins ear twitched he was getting worried as well.

“I'M HERE! I'M HERE!” Wilbur shouted, opening the front gate and sprinting through. Philza felt the tension release in his shoulders as he watched his son bound up the porch steps.

“That was a little too close for comfort there, mate. Sun was almost gone!” Phil explained, stepping to the side to let Wilbur inside. He decided to let this slide. But he took note that if this happens again he might need to be a bit more observant of when he lets Wilbur out to the forest.

“Dinners on the table.” Was all Techno had to offer. Wilbur nodded and ran to sit at his spot at the dinner table. Phil walked past him on his way to put the meal on the table, ruffling his hair as he walked past but paused when he noticed something.

“Why is your hair soaking wet?” Phil said, looking at Wilbur. He couldn’t notice through the dark of the night but now that he’s getting a better look at Wilbur it wasn’t just his hair but his entire outfit. All of his clothes soaked and sticking to his skin.

“Go for a swim and forget your bathing suit or something?” Techno offered up. Wilbur shrugged. Phil stepped away to go get a towel from the bathroom, keeping an ear for the explanation Wilbur would give them. He came from behind his son, drying Wilburs hair with the towel.

“I was by the river! I was collecting some rocks.” Wilbur dug into his pockets and placed a few rocks on the table, each of them smooth from being at the bottom of the rushing river.

“So you fell in?” Phil guessed, finally sitting down at the table. He’ll send Wilbur to change in a moment. But the antics his son always seems to get himself in always amused him so he listened intently, Techno watching on sitting across from Phil’

“Kinda. My new friend accidentally scared me and made me fall” Wilbur explained, casually scooping up a heaping pile of mashed potatoes onto his plate. He was completely oblivious to Phil and Technos confused looks at one another.

“A new friend?” Phil edged on. Phil knew for a fact that there was nobody for miles in the forest they called home, him being sure of that. Not to mention that the nearest village was half a day's walk from here. Who on earth could Wilbur have met?

“Yeah! She didn’t mean too though. She just wanted to see if she could help me out. That’s how I got this one!” Wilbur picked up a rock to hand off to Philza. It was about the size of Phils palm and the surface was covered in stripes that sparkled in the light.

“And what’s your friend's name?” Techno questioned, also curious as to who this friend could be and where they come from.

“Her name is Sally!” Wilbur beamed as he told them about his new friend.

“And where does your friend live?” Phil pressed on.

“In the river.” Wilbur wasn’t phased by any of this conversation.

“You mean BY the river right?” Phil corrected Wilbur. But Wil just shook his head.

“Nope! In the river. Sally is a salmon. She said she lives in a school with her family.” Wilbur explained, acting like this was all completely normal. Phil just stared in awe. Was his son just…naming animals and claiming they were his friends? Maybe living in a secluded cottage wasn’t having the best effects on Wilbur.

“Your friend is a fish.” Techno dead panned. Wilbur just nodded.

“Yup! Well sometimes. Sometimes she’s a person!” Wilbur explained. That’s when it all clicked in Phils head.

An Imaginary Friend. It was perfectly normal for kids Wilburs age to have them. Especially since there’s not exactly any peers of his in the area for him to befriend.

“Oh yeah? How does she manage that.” Phil said, going along with his son's story now that he saw what was going on. Techno still looked confused as he listened to Wilbur explain.

“She can take her scales off! When she takes them off she becomes a human and when she puts them on she’s a salmon again.” Phil nodded along.

“Wilbur, you're thinking of a selkie. Selkies are seals. Not salmon.” Techno Explained. Techno had given Wilbur a book on mythological creatures for Christmas a little bit ago and clearly it made an impact on him. Wilbur just shook his head, mouth full of mashed potatoes and steak.

“That’s what I told Sally! She said they’re like distant cousins to selkies.” Wilbur explained.

“Wilbur. Both Phil and I have been all over the world and never encountered “Salmon Selkies”. You’re making the-OW!” Techno didn’t get to finish his sentence. He was too preoccupied by the pain he just felt in his shin after being kicked harshly by Phil. But Wilbur was already defending himself.

“She does too exist! She has long curly red hair and freckles and green eyes and she’s really funny!” Wilbur was borderline yelling to try and convince Techno his friend was real.

“Of course she exists, Wilbur. She’s your friend and she sounds delightful. Now why don’t you do me a favor before you finish eating and get out of your wet clothes, sound like a plan, songbird?” Phil suggested. Wilbur nodded and hopped off his chair, but not before sticking his tongue out at Techno. Phil made sure Wilbur was out of ear shot before looking at Techno.

“You really are daft when it comes to kids aren't you?” Phil watched Techno roll his eyes.

“I don’t get why you're lying to the kid” Techno shot back. Phil just shook his head.

“Wilbur has an imaginary friend. That’s perfectly normal for kids his age.” Phil explained.

“Sounds fake but okay”

“That's literally the point, Techno.” Phil pinched the bridge of his nose. He took a deep breath before continuing. He loves Technoblade but sometimes he needs to not be a blunt when it comes to Wilbur.

“Look, mate. Wilbur has no one his age to hang out with. Honestly surprised this didn’t happen sooner, especially with his imagination. He’ll grow out of it eventually. But for now just humour him okay?” Phil almost whispered. Techno rolled his eyes, not seeing the point of it all but going along with it for the sake of keeping the kid happy. Wilbur soon came back and settled back into his chair with new clothes.

“So you said Sally helped you collect stones?” Wilbur nodded, another mouthful of food being stuffed into his mouth.

“Yeah! Sally says the best rocks are in the deeper parts of the river. And she can swim really good!”

“Really well.” Techno corrected him before biting down on a slice of steak. Wilbur ignored the grammar correction and continued his story.

“So she would go get me the rocks and I would trade them for flowers! Because she lives in the water most of the time she doesn't get to see a lot of flowers.”

“That’s very kind of you Wilbur.” Phil nodded as he listened to his son talk.

“When will we get to meet her?” Techno asked. Luckily Wilbur didn’t take notice when Phil chucked a piece of bread at Technos head, him shaking his head.

“Not for a while. She can’t leave the river or her parents will get angry. They think humans are too dangerous so they want her to stay away. But she thinks I’m nice! She told me that I’m the first human who wasn’t nasty to her.” Wilbur finished his dinner as he told them about this mythical Sally.

“Can I go and see her again tomorrow Phil! Please! She said that she’ll be there if I come over again!” Wilbur pleaded with Phil. He couldn’t help but smile at Wilbur being excited to see a friend, imaginary or not.

“Of course Wilbur. But please try to be a bit more careful when you come home. The sun shouldn’t be almost down when you come home” Phil responded. Wilbur couldn’t contain his excitement as he jumped into Phils arms, wrapping his arms around his father and giving him a grateful hug.

“Thank you Philza!!! I promise to be careful!!! I really do!!”

“Okay! Okay! Now put your dish in the sink and go get ready for bed alright? I’ll be up when me and Techno finish up okay?” Phil gave his son a soft kiss on the forehead before sending him off for the night. Phil’s warm smile didn’t leave his face as he watched his son scamper down the hall to his room. He turned to look at Techno, who just looked at his friend with a straight face.

“You’ve gone soft old man”

“Piss off Technoblade” Phil jabbed back, continuing his own dinner.

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Wilbur Age:9

Wilbur Can’t sleep.

Or won’t. He hasn’t decided just yet.

His home had gone dark and silent hours ago. He had heard the familiar sound of his fathers footsteps as he walked up to his room, opening it to peek at him, pretending to be deep in slumber before giving a satisfied hum and closing it, continuing his way to his own bedroom.

But that was hours ago. If Wilbur had to guess it was plenty past midnight.

And so the boy sat at his window, the reading nook in his room littered with books and sheets of music and notebooks. Wilbur paid them no mind.

Instead he watched as the night came to life. His father had mob proofed the area around their small cottage before Wilbur could even remember. But that didn’t stop him from looking past the trees and spotting the occasional zombie or enderman poke through the thick spruce forest that he knows all too well.

Wilbur leaned his back against the wall. He looked at the sky and named the stars. The names that his father taught him as well as new ones for those he couldn’t remember. It was an amazing sight with not a cloud in the sky. Miles above the little home he and his father called their own he watched bats and phantoms glide through the air, it’s almost effortless on such a still night like this. Every so often Wilbur spotted one of Phils crows that stayed in the coop by the barn would go out and patrol the area. It was a good peaceful night.

That’s why when Wilbur heard a sudden howl and the almost deafening sound of the leaves in the trees rustle with this sudden change. Wilbur got up on his knees and put his hands against the cool window pane. The wind whistled and almost screamed as it blew discarded leaves and sticks across the back lawn of his home. Wilbur even saw one of the crows lose their way in the harshness of the wind and immediately returned to their home.

But there was something else in the air that called to him. It was the deep rumble of the wind or the creeks of the house settling as the strung gusts hit against the walls.

It was humming.

An incredibly soft humming that mingled almost perfectly with the sounds of the night. It was almost like a well conducted symphony that nature sang for him and him alone. The humming grew almost louder. Wilbur inched closer to the glass of his window, willing himself To get closer to the beautiful sound. He wanted to commit it to memory. He tapped the tune he heard on the glass, softly to keep in beat of the soft melody coming from this unseen performer. His cheek pressed against the glass, wanting to get closer to the song.

But all that happened was the strong gust of wind that forced his window open and smacked him right across the cheek, sending him to land on his back with a grunt.

Wilbur groaned as he sat up on his elbows, rubbing the now bruised cheek.

Upon instinct Wilbur got up to close the window, the wind sending a strong chill down his spine.
But as he gripped the open windows he froze.
The humming was close. He could feel it vibrate in his chest. He was so drawn to it he couldn’t ignore the pull it had. He slowly poked his head outside, the cool breeze rushing passed. He looked around the area that surrounded him. Wilburs eyes landed on the corner of his home and he froze. He almost missed it.

It was the hem of some sort of long robe. But that was an afterthought. What really caught his attention was the brief glimpse of feathers as they turned the corner. And they weren’t dark crow feathers like his fathers. They were bright white, they almost glowed in the dark of the night.

Wilbur pulled his head back in surprise and fear. Someone was outside their house. Someone with wings. But Phil said he doesn’t know of anyone else with wings. How could this be possible?

Wilbur looked back to the closed door of his room, thinking about the consequences of his following actions. He eyed the wooden sword his father gave him almost a year ago. He knew it would be dangerous to go out and investigate. Or he could get his father. But as the melody continued to fill his head and urge him to follow the song he knew he had no time. Grabbing hold of the hilt of the practice sword, Wilbur took a deep breath and silently climbed out his bedroom window.

He slowly inched forward. The music guided him to the source. Wilbur pressed his back against the home and waited, just listening. He took a deep breath, holding it as he allowed his head to peer around the corner.

Just a little while ahead of him he saw two huge beautiful white wings. They loomed over the owner, whose back was turned from him as they crouched on their knees to the ground. They focused on the small flower garden his father tended.

Whoever this was they were…humming while they worked. And the more and more he listened to the song they sang to themselves the more Wilbur felt like he knew this melody all his life. Like it was part of him deep down his heart.
The figure rose to her feet and turned to face the house, still not spotting Wilbur.

This was the first time he saw their face. The intruder was a woman. And she was so pretty! Her long brown hair blew in the wind. She wore long purple robes that reached the ground, almost trailing behind her. She placed a huge brimmed hat on her head.

Wilbur starred in fascination as she gave his home a long look. He couldn’t place exactly what emotions were across her face. It was somewhere between sorrow and hesitation. He followed her gaze to where she was looking. She was looking directly at the window that led to his fathers room. It was only as she gave the window a long look that the soft tune she sang stopped, the wind dying down along with it. Wilbur starred as she closed her eyes, deep in thought. He couldn’t imagine what was going through this strange woman’s mind. If he squinted he thought that for just a moment he saw a tear roll down her face. Wilbur dared to inch further out from his hiding spot. What he didn’t see was the inconvenient stick that was right where he stepped.

This snapped the stranger out of her silent prayer to face Wilbur.

The shock on her face must have mirrored Wilburs own surprise as they both froze in place. The women’s eyes twinkled in…familiarity. Wilbur must have been mistaken, seeing as he’s never seen this woman in his life. Maybe it was embarrassment for being caught? Yeah that must have been it.

Wilbur took every ounce of bravery he had in him to pull the wooden sword to where the woman could see it. That was the first step to using it, according to his dad at least. And they stood in this silent and still staring contest. The once busy night is now silent with the tension between a little boy and a winged stranger. Someone had to break the silence. He just didn’t expect it to be her and for her to say what she was going to.
“Hello Wilbur” the mysterious woman said, her face softening into a face Wilbur could only compare to the face that Phil makes when he comes home after a long journey.

That didn’t stop every ounce of courage Wilbur mustered up to disappear in that single moment. He gave a terrified Yelp, turning on his heels and scrambling back into his bedroom. In his terror Wilbur tossed the sword to the floor, rushing out his closed door and up the stairs. In any usual circumstances he would politely knock on his fathers door and wait to be welcomed in.
But he didn’t consider a weird lady with wings who knows his name a typical occurrence. So Wilbur wasted no time barging in on his sleeping father. He hurriedly scrambled to sit on his fathers stomach, his small hands gripping his dad by the shoulders and violently shaking him awake.

“DAD!! DAD!!!! PHILZA WAKE UP!!! CALL TECHNOBLADE!!! GET HIM HERE NOW!!! PHIIIL” Techno had only left for a small trip about a day ago. He could get here fast enough! Wilburs panicked cries and violent shaking didn’t allow Phil any time to comprehend what was happening, his dark wings flapping in surprise as he was forced awake. In the panic two big crows flutter about, also awakened by the intrusion from the panicked boy.

“Wilbur! Wilbur mate calm down! And stop shaking me, I'm AWAKE!” Phil said, sitting up and holding his own child by the shoulders.

“What is going on? It’s nearly morning!”

“IT DOESN'T MATTER THERE'S SOMEONE OUTSIDE!” Wilbur exclaimed pointing out the same window this mysterious was just staring at. That was all Phil needed to hear as he jumped out of bed, throwing on the bare minimum of his robe and shoes as he rushed out, grabbing the first weapon-like thing he could. Wilbur wasn’t sure a broom was gonna get the job done. But still Wilbur followed in his fathers footsteps as he slammed the door to the outside, Philza wide eyed and ready to take on whatever threat laid outside. The two crows from before flew outside the doorway, now circling the area of their small home.

“She’s right th-“ Wilbur started, pointing at where he swore there was a person. But there was no sign of anyone. The silent night was the only thing that greeted them. No humming, no violent wind and no sign of the women. Wilbur stared in disbelief. He looked all across his lawn before looking up at his, now agitated, father. Phil sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and him using the broom as a cane to keep stable.

“Wilbur, that wasn’t funny. You scared me to death!”

“But I’m telling the truth!!! She was by the flowers!” And all Wilbur got in response was a stern look and a raised eyebrow from his father. All he could do is pout and look back at the flowers.

“I wouldn’t make this up! I promise!”

“Wilbur there’s obviously no one here.”

“But there was! I saw her, Phil!!”

“It was a woman?” Phil said, still not convinced his son was completely truthful.

“Yes! She was crouching over here!” Wilbur sprinted forward to the exact spot he saw the lady. His father rolled his eyes following his child, assuming this was all an elaborate dream of some sort. With a sigh he looked at Wilbur.

“Alright. I’ll humour you. What did this lady look like?” Phil sounded tired and already prepared to not believe whatever was gonna come out of his son's mouth.

“She was tall! Almost like an enderman! But not exactly. And she had purple clothes! She had a huge hat too! Not Like yours though. Hers was cooler.” He explained as many details As he could. Phils face continued to look at Wilbur in disbelief. Wilbur have a dramatic sigh before remembering

“She had wings!!! Like you! But they were white!” It was then that his fathers face changed from disbelief to wide eyed shock. He crouched down to meet his son in the eye.

“Wilbur this is very important. Did you see anything like this on her clothes?” He asked Wilbur, the question seeming to be simple but the way his father asked you would think it was the most important question to ever be asked. Philza pointed to his shoulder at the familiar heart shaped patch that was present on all of his fathers clothes. Wilbur thought back for a moment, trying to remember every exact detail.

“Yeah! She had a piece of ribbon around her body! The end of it had 3 of them on it!” He described the fabric and watched as his fathers wings gave a quick shake, him running his hand through blonde hair and it staring off in the distance. Wilbur followed his fathers Gaze and saw nothing in particular. As he turned back to face forward he looked down at the flower bed, something catching his eyes.

“Dad… I don’t remember planting those” Wilbur pointed down to two unfamiliar flowers. Phil snapped back to attention, looking at what Wilbur was pointing at.

There were two flowers side by side. They glowed unnaturally in the moonlight. One was a dark purple. A huge bloom of multiple smaller flowers that grouped together and shared a stem all together.

And right next to them was some smaller blue flowers. They were almost the same colour of the sky, it’s centre a bright yellow making it the sun. Wilbur watched as his father delectably touched the petals of the flowers, not plucking them from the ground.

“What are they?” Wilbur asked, crouching down to mimic Phil. Phil turned to look into the curious face of his child, it Filled with childlike innocence that can only last for so long. Phil smiled, pulling Wilbur into his arms.

“Did you know different flowers have different meanings?” Phil asked, lifting his son to sit on his knee. Wilbur shook his head.

“Why would they?” He questioned, his father only giving a tired smile in response.

“It’s so people can send messages to others. Look,” Phil pointed across the flower bed, picking out different flowers as he explained.

“The daisies mean innocence, cornflower means hope for the future, allium is for good fortune”

“How do you know all this stuff?”

“Same reason I know bird calls so well. Not a lot to do 100 years ago.”

“So what do these mean?” Wilbur questioned pointing down at the new flowers. Phils eyes softened and pointed at each of the blooming flowers.

“The purple one is a heliotrope. That usually means eternal love and devotion”

“Sounds cheesy”

“That’s because you’re a little boy.”

“What about the other one!?” His father just gave a soft laugh and looked at the small blue buds.

“Those are forget me nots. They mean someone is thinking of you” Wilbur nodded as he listened to his father explain. He looked up at Phil, remembering something about the lady.

“She saw me. And she knew my name.” Wilbur said, finishing off the sentence with a yawn. Phil just laughed, running a hand through his son's hair.

“Did she, now? Did you say anything back to her?”

“No, that's when I came and got you. I didn’t know her. How does she know me?” Wilbur tried to fight how heavy his eyes were. Phil paused for a moment and thought. After a moment he gathered Wilbur in his arms.

“Maybe she was your guardian Angel. They’re always looking out for you. And she probably knew you were awake way past your bedtime, mate” Wilbur wrapped his arms around his fathers neck.

“She was pretty like one. Maybe you should marry her.” Wilbur barely got the sentence out. He saw the beginning rays of the sun begin to rise above the horizon. Philza just gave a laugh as he carried his son inside the quiet home they shared.

“If I ever see her I’ll be sure to ask her”

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Wilbur Age:8

Wilbur hates his dad's crows.

Okay not really. Sometimes they’re really cool. They bring him rocks and bottle caps and keys and a whole bunch of cool stuff that he keeps in a box under his bed.

A few of them help him out when he wants to surprise Phil. The nature of the surprise varies. Could be an attempt at breakfast in bed. Or it could be a painting project that went EXTREMELY wrong.

Wilbur has grown up around these birds for as long as he could remember. He doesn't know why these birds seem to just flock around his father. He's asked Philza before. But that goes about as usual when he asks his dad about ANYTHING.

“It’s a long story, Wilbur. But they’re family so they’re here to stay”

So when Wilbur says he hates the crows he mostly is talking about Ian and Brian. Now it wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t for the fact that they’re huge tattletales. They are Phils oldest and favorites of the crows in the massive murder that has only seem to grow over the years. And the only ones that live inside the house with him and Phil. Which means they see everything. And aren’t afraid to snitch. Ian could sometimes be negotiated with. Give him enough treats and if the situation wasn’t too bad Wilbur could convince him to stay quiet. Brian on the other hand might as well be a walking flying alarm system. Always running to Phil over the slightest of things. If Wilbur wanted Phils help he was more than capable of getting his attention without the help of the two rats with wings.

“Wilbur Soot Minecraft! Get off the top of there!” Philza came running out the house, the two birds frantically flying beside him. Wilbur, from atop the massive coop that housed the crows watched as his dad rushed over. It wasn’t the tallest thing, you did need to climb up a ladder to get up there. But it wasn’t the worst height. Plus he’s been higher when Phil takes him for a flight. He took this opportunity to climb up to the roof when he saw Phil and Techno walk towards the study. He figured he would have enough time to climb up there and enjoy some time to himself.

“You were talking to Techno in the study! How did you know I was up here!”

“How do you think?” And as if to answer the question Wilbur glared as the two crows landed on top of the roof next to him.

“Tattle Tales” Wilbur glared at the two birds. The two birds could only squawk in response.

“OURNA!”
“WILBA”

Wilburs only response was to stick out his tongue and blow a raspberry in their direction. Seconds later he saw Phils shadow as he flew up, landing right next to Wilbur.

“I would love to know your thought process of thinking this was ok.” Phil questioned, face stern and eyes staring almost right through Wilbur. Wilbur sighed, not looking forward to the lecture he was about to receive.

“I just wanted to watch the clouds! I was careful! Didn’t slip or anything.” Wilbur argued. It was right before sun down so the clouds were all oranges and blues and just stunning to look at. He just wanted to have a closer look without the ever looming spruce trees blocking his view.

“You could be the most careful person in the world and still get hurt up here!” Phil picked Wilbur up and held him close to his chest before gliding the both of them down the ground. Phil continued to carry him all the way inside, the two dark birds following close behind.

“I don’t see what the big deal is! You’ve flown me up higher than that!” Wilbur exclaimed when his father finally put him back on the ground.

“Yes, because I know how to navigate it, Wilbur! What if you tripped or something happened while you're up there! I know you are very good at climbing but you can’t just do things like that without thinking!”

“You wouldn’t have even known if Ian and Brian didn’t tell you.” Wilbur mumbled, only to get a harsh caw from the birds.

“And I’m glad they did. Wilbur you know they only look out for you. Ian and Brian just want you safe like I do.” Phil explained. Brian hopped down on Phils forearm and nodded his head.

“No they’re just nosy and don’t know how to have fun.” Phil just sighed at Wilbur, not in the mood for this argument. He pinched the bridge of his nose before looking at Wilbur.

“Wilbur I want you to go to your room and stay there please. We can discuss this later. But I want you to seriously think about why what you did was reckless and incredibly stupid. I need to finish with Technoblade.” Phils tone of voice told Wilbur everything he needed. The classic “I’m not angry, just disappointed” tone that his father has seems to perfect over the years. Wilbur knew he was beaten here. So he wasted no time stomping off to his room, making sure each step he took Phil could hear it.

Wilbur sulked in his room, over all bitter at the situation. Those two crows only ruin things. It’s like he has 3 dads! He would be able to do so much if those two weren't watching him every chance they got. It’s not like he’s really doing anything BAD. Stolen cookies before dinner once or twice. Him forgetting to put his toys and books away. A broken plate that he expertly hid under the rug. That one time he managed to bring an enderman he found into the house.

As if they knew he was thinking about them, Wilbur was snapped back to reality when he heard the quick tap tap at his window. Looking up he saw the two birds watching from outside. He just glared at them from his bed.

“Wanna rub it in my face now?” He spat out. Brian kept pecking repeatedly at the glass while Ian flew up to inspect the locking mechanism on Wilburs window frame. Wilbur knew that crows in general where pretty smart but he doubt they whe-

Click

“OH COME ON” Wilbur groaned as he watched the two birds land on the foot of his bed, beginning the staring contest.

“You don’t scare me. I’m not 4 anymore.” Wilbur mumbled, not breaking eye contact.

“GOTTA LEARN”
“SCARE DADZA”
“WORRY”
“BE SAFE”

The two birds began their own lecture, in their own way. Wilbur rolled his eyes, not wanting to hear it.

“I don’t need to hear a lecture from some birds! You’re not my parents.” Wilbur turned his head away from the birds. He heard a few wing flaps and suddenly he felt sharp but gentle talons on his head, careful to not actually hurt him when they landed on him.

“STILL CARE”
“DON'T WANT HURT”
“BE RESPONSIBLE”
“GOOD CHOICES!”

“Can you two just BUZZ OFF. I’m sure Phil would prefer your company!” Wilbur waved his hands above his head, shooing off Ian from his spot on his head. Whether it was from instinct or cause they were actually listening to him he watched the two crows fly out the open window. Wilbur left his bed to close his window but paused.

He’s responsible! He knew he was. And it’s not fair that he needs to be babysat by a bunch of birds. He looked out to the forest that surrounded his home. The sun was still out but not for much longer. But Wilbur didn’t care about that. He was already surveying the immediate area. Not a single bird in sight. But he had no idea how long that would last. Wilburs brilliant idea of proving that he doesn’t need those dumb birds help quickly forming in his head. Sneak out, spend the night in the woods, prove that he can take care of himself, and come home and show that he is more than responsible enough. He’s seen his dad gather supplies for journeys plenty of times.
He opened up his chest and swiftly shoved a blanket, torches, a pillow and some wooden tools in his bag. And with that he took one more look around, no signs of looming eyes and Wilbur made a break for it.

It was just gonna be one night in the woods. What’s the worst that could happen?

It took about an hour and a half of Wilbur walking for the worst to happen. He didn’t expect the sudden storm to come through. Wilburs clothes were soaked to the bone, him wrapping his arms around his body to try and preserve some form of warmth.

“I just need to find a cave, '' he muttered. He had gathered sticks and coal along the way but they were all soaked so there goes any hope for a campfire. But if he could just find a way to get out of the rain then it’ll be alright. But this didn’t break his spirits. He can handle it. What was it that Phil called it? Critical Thinking Skills? Yeah he can do that. How hard could it be?

Wilbur carefully went through the trees. If he had to guess he had maybe 30 minutes before night came and mobs and witches would come out. He would prefer to avoid them at all costs. So finally after searching when he discovered a cave. It looked like it went pretty deep into the mountain. But Wilbur just wanted some cover and had no intention of exploring the cave. He ran for cover and finally took a breath. He dug into his bag and pulled out a couple of torches and the blanket. He wrapped his dripping body in the blanket and posted the torch at the mouth of the cave and sat down, watching the rain fall.

“I knew this would be easy!” Wilbur said with a wide, smug smile and chattering teeth. He soon pulled out the pillow he brought with him and propped it up against the damp cave wall. He settled in and was ready to at least attempt falling asleep here. Would he prefer being in his own bed? Of course he would. But at this point it was about proving himself that he was responsible enough to take care of himself and not have Ian or Brian hovering over his eve-

“OURNA”
“BIG TROUBLE”

Wilbur shot up and right before him were the two familiar faces of Ian and Brian. Both of them giving Wilbur the sternest look possible.

“Where the heck did you two come from!” Wilbur groaned. Of course this would happen.

“SAW LEAVE!”
“WE FOLLOW!”

“Let me guess. Phil and Techno are right behind you coming for me”

“DADZA DONT KNOW”
“LEAVE NOW!”
“WONT TELL”
“NOT FAR!”

“OH no you don’t! I'm not leaving here till the morning! And you can’t make me!” Wilbur crossed his arms defiantly and glared at the two birds. Brian tried eagerly to tug at the blanket.

“PLEASE HOME!”

“No! I’m staying here! And you two can go home! I can take care of myself! And I definitely don’t need help from two bird brains!” Wilbur practically hollered at them. Brain jumped back a bit, looking at Ian as if trying to figure out what to do. Ian looked back and forth between the two. The crow gave a small sigh and shook his head. Then without a word flew out of the cave. And that left Wilbur and Brian. Brian just stared at the mouth of the cave for a moment. But he looked back at Wilbur one last time and followed his companion. Wilbur just stared for a moment.
Then another. And when it seemed like they were actually gone Wilbur couldn’t help but smile.

“I can’t believe that actually worked for once” Wilbur said, laying right back down, content with the only sound being the downpour of rain. The cold cave floor made him shiver a bit but he ignored it. He just waited on sleep to come his way so he can be well rested for when he travels home. He’s already made it this far! All that’s left is sleep! And that’s the easy part.

That’s when he heard the first groan. Wilbur sat up, wide eyed and suddenly extremely aware of his surroundings. It only took a moment for the first zombie to show themselves. Wilbur hurried to his bag, digging for anything that could help him. But nothing. He really expected that he could avoid the mobs the entire time. In the time he realised his mistake he spotted two more zombies making their way over. And he could have sworn he heard bones rattling off in the distance. Looks like he only had one option at this point. He didn’t bother grabbing his belongings and started booking it. The rain pouring down in sheets and the pitch dark of the night being the only thing to welcome him. The zombies were still on his tail. And was that another 2 that joined the horde? Oh god he needed a way out of this. He yelped as he narrowly dodged an arrow as it whizzed by his head.

Wilbur took a harsh turn, not exactly looking where he was going at the pounding rain making it even harder for him to know where he’s going. As he ran he heard the mobs in the distance grow quieter but he wasn’t gonna take any chances. He was running blindly at this point. Blind enough he didn’t see the tree root right in front of him, sending him flying down the muddy hill. The world spun around him as he tumbled down the hill.

Suddenly there was no ground below him. Wilbur faced the almost never ending pit that was a deep ravine. Wilbur only expected the worst now. All that ran through his mind was all the horror stories his dad told him about ravines

“They’re nothing but death traps, Wilbur. Even I won’t go near them”

But as he fell all he could do was be prepared for impact.

*CRACK*

Wilbur stopped falling. He hesitated to open his eyes, preparing to accept that he was dead. But the dampness around him made him shiver, meaning he was alive. He opened one eye, still waiting for him to pass out. He was on the ground. He groaned as he sat up. He was on a ledge. Attempted to move closer to see how high he was from the bottom of the ravine but as he tried to move the sharp pain shot up his arm. He looked down to see what it was that made his arm suddenly scream in pain.

Is his arm supposed to bend that way?

Wilbur backed his way against the ravine wall, doing his best to stay out of the rain. He closed his eyes and took a moment, questioning where it all went wrong. Leaving the house in the first place was a big one. How was he so stupid? Phil and Techno are never gonna find him. And they’re gonna be furious. None of this was worth proving a stupid point. He cradled his arm the best he could, trying to ignore the pain. If Philza was here he would know what to do. And then Ian and Brian would laugh at him. Then Technoblade would shoo them away telling them to find somewhere else to be annoying. But no. He was dumb and stupid and sent the only way he could send for help away. He screwed his eyes shut. Maybe if he was lucky he would just pass out and wake up at home and this would just be a bad dream. He was wet, tired, sore and scared. And alone.

“WILBA!”

Wilburs eyes shot open. He was never in his life so happy to see Brian. Brian hopped forward, landing on Wilburs knee. He leaned down, investigating Wil’s arm. He gave it a soft poke with his beak and that sent a shock up his body, making Wilbur Yelp.

“WATCH IT THAT HURT!” Wilbur said, turning his whole body in reaction. Brian flew up off his leg and landed on the floor again.

“LOOK BAD”

“It’s broken. Of course it’s bad bird brain! How did you find me? I thought you and Ian went home”

“NEVER LEFT” Brian cawed back. Wilbur looked back at him, eyes wide. Of course they never left him. He took his good arm and wiped this face, trying to hide that he was crying. Brian hopped back to nuzzle up in his lap. Wilbur appreciated the warmth. Wilbur sniffles as he pulls Brian closer to his chest with his one good arm. He should have known they were close by watching him in case he really needed help.

“IAN BE BACK SOON! GET PHIL! GET TECHNO”

“Good. That’s good” Wilbur sighed, running his fingers over the familiar feeling of feathers, pretending they were Phils. It was something familiar to keep him distracted from the pain. He couldn’t see the moon or stars through the thick rain and storm clouds.

“This was a dumb idea” Wilbur groaned.

“VERY”

“Thanks Brian”

“HOME SOON!”

“I hope so.” Wilbur sighed. He leaned his head against the ravine wall and closed his eyes. Maybe he could take a nap? Yeah, that might work. He’ll fall asleep and wake up in his bed and everything will be okay.

“WIL! WILBA!!!” Brian started frantically flapping his wings, panicked and fluffing up his wings.
“What! I’m trying to sle-“ Wilbur shut up the moment he saw what had Brian in such a fright. His mind flashed back to one of Phils lectures about how horrible ravines can be.

“You never know what to expect! Between the possibility of you misplacing your step and falling and the likelihood of a creeper falling right on your head it’s just never worth the trouble!”

And right In front of him was a creeper walking their way and already hissing and flashing. Wilbur had nowhere to run and had no clue what to do. He tried to use his unbroken arm to drag his body away, but it put very little distance between them. Brian cawed and screeched as much as he could to try and scare the creeper away but it had its sights set on the both of them.

“Brian! Come here!” Wilbur hollered and Brian turned to Wilbur, immediately being embraced in Wils arm. If he was gonna die at least he’ll have a friend. Wilbur screwed his eyes shut and waited for the explosion and the pain.

But instead he heard a loud screech as a dark blur made an impact with the creeper, sending it falling deep into the ravine below, the explosion sounding off as it landed. Wilbur brushed his bangs out of his hair to see what just happened. And in place of the creeper stood Ian, looking very proud of himself.

“Ian?” Wilbur questioned, Brian flying out of his arm and landing next to his companion.

“WILBUR!” The holler sounded from above. From the ledge peeked a familiar head of pink hair.

“TECHNOBLADE!” Wilbur could cry from relief. He had his sword in one hand at the ready and a lit torch in the other. He could physically see the tension in Technos shoulders relax. He watched as his family friend waved his torch as a signal. Then from above the treetops swooped down the familiar figure of his dad.

“DAD! PHIL!” Wilbur hollered. He finally got to his feet and ran as fast as he could into the arms of his father.

“Oh thank gods you're okay, Wilbur.” Phil embraced his son, fingers burying their way into soaked brown curls. After a long while Phil held Wilbur out at arms length, his own face streaked with rain and tears. He brushed the dripping bangs out of the way of Wilburs face, wanting a better look at his boy.

“You gave us a heart attack Wilbur! What were you thinking?” Phil placed his hands on Wils shoulders. Wilbur couldn’t hold it in any more. He let it all lose just then, sobbing and letting his tears out free. Phil just picked him up and held him close.

“Shhh it’s okay, mate. Dadza’s got you now” Wilbur just buried his face into his fathers neck, tears falling. The wave of exhaustion hit him all at once.

“M’sorry”

“Shh you just rest now alright. I’m gonna start flying now alright? We’ll be home in no time” Wil said nothing but nodded. Wilbur just focused on the familiar soothing action of Phils hand rubbing circles in his back. It was grounding. He didn’t even register that he and his father were in the sky till he was finally landing and heard Techno say something to his father. He couldn’t hear what it was. He could barely lift his head. The rain was still pounding in his ears. The last thing he heard was his fathers footsteps walking in through the forest floor and quiet, concerned coos and squawks that never left his side till he finally allowed himself to sleep.

The first thing Wilbur realised when he woke up was how warm he was. He opened his eyes slowly. He was in his room. He groaned a bit as he sat up slowly. He had a thick stack of blankets on his bed. He then turned his attention to the cast that was securely wrapped around his arm.

Oh yeah. That happened.

He looked up and spotted his father, fast asleep in one of the kitchen chairs. His head leaned far back and his hat covered his face as he slept. Over by his window he saw Techno, also asleep with a book laid open across his chest, reading glasses still on his face. As Wilbur sat all the way up he didn’t realise the two sleeping birds that made their nest right at Wilbur's feet, on either side of his legs. The sign of life woke them up. That’s when the commotion happened.

“WILBA!”
“WAKE UP! WAKE UP!”

Phil woke with a harsh start, sitting right up, eyes wide and panicked from the sudden noise. Techno meanwhile simply grumbled, turning his head away to avoid the noise. But Brian wouldn’t allow that. He flew over to Technoblade and started tugging at long pink hair to urge him awake.

“Okay okay I’m up” Techno swatted at the bird before placing both his feet firmly on the ground. Philza finally realised what caused the explosion of noise and saw Wilbur, rubbing his eyes and becoming more aware of his surroundings. The wave of relief that came over Philza when he saw his son awake was visible. He placed the back of his hand against Wilburs forehead and sighed. Techno stepped up and stood behind Phil, arms crossed and watching, not wanting to interrupt the moment between the two.

“Welcome to the land of the living mate.” Phil could only sigh In relief, eyes getting a little misty. Wilbur just nodded and gave a stretch.

“Good morning” was all he could muster to say.

“Good 3 mornings. You were knocked out for a while there” Techno corrected. Wilburs jaw dropped. There was no way he'd been asleep for 3 days. He just looked back between both Techno and Phil, looking for the words to say. Phil instead decided to fill the silence

“It was pretty touch and go for a bit. But I knew you would make it. You’re a strong kid.” Phil said to Wilbur, though it was more to calm his own nerves. Wilbur just looked at his hands. Phil ran his hand through his son's brown curls, making the boy look up at his father with tears starting to grow.

“Oh Wil. Come here.” Phil scooped him up in his arms and sat him on his lap, dark wings cradling the both of them. Phil just let Wilbur cry it out. His chin rested right on Wilburs head as he cradled him back and forth.

“I don’t think I need to tell you how incredibly stupid that stunt was” Phil finally said. Wilbur sat up, rubbing his eyes of tears and simply nodded his head in agreement.

“What on earth were you even thinking?” Phil pushed his bangs out of his face, wanting a clear look at Wilbur.

“I wanted to show that I can take care of myself and I didn’t need you or Ian and Brian to watch me.” Wilbur explained through sniffles and tears.

“Well you lasted longer then I thought you would” Techno piped in. Phil's response was a swift smack to Technos face with his wing.

“What! It’s a compliment”

“This is why you don’t have kids” Phil snarked back before looking back at Wilbur.

“It’s not that we don’t think you can’t take care of yourself Wilbur. But we just want you safe. You had me and Techno thinking the worst happened.”

“I’m really sorry!” Wilbur said quickly. He sighed before collecting his thoughts.

“That was dumb and stupid. Thank you for coming to save me.” Wilbur continued. Phil just gave a soft smile and gave him a hug.

“Don't thank us mate. We wouldn’t have known what to do if it wasn’t for two “snitches” who helped us find you and keep an eye on you” Phil commented. And right on cue came Ian and Brian, landing right besides Wilbur on his bed. Wilbur couldn’t help but smile. He took his good hand and held it out, welcoming Brian to hop up and cradling him in his legs, scratching the top of his head, right where he knows Brian likes it. Wilbur didn’t want to think about what would have happened to him if they had actually gone home. He for sure knew not to complain about them hovering over him and his well being as much anymore. He remembered being scared of the crows when he was little. But he’s definitely come a long way since then.

“Yeah. I guess they’re not too bad.”