MCYT Oneshots

c!Philza - Wings

Y/N - Your Name

(If you can't tell, I've been obsessed with the character versions of these amazing people 😍)

READER PRONOUNS: HE/HIM

Phil trudges through the forest, rain beating down on his back as he tries to blink the water from his eyes.

It's times like these that he really misses the time when his wings worked.

Back then, he could just soar to the air, where no rain would bother him, because he'd be moving too fast for it to catch him.

But, alas, he's stuck on the ground. Permanently.

His broken wings trail along the soggy forest floor behind him.

He sighs.

He sidesteps a tree, and his eyes land on a slumped over figure laying against a tree. Phil rushes towards him, worry taking its place in his chest.

He had four children, - two biological and two adopted -and had become quite protective over children, even the ones he didn't know.

"Hello? Are you alright?" Phil asks, shaking his shoulder.

The boy opens his eyes groggily, focusing on Phils concerned face.

"What? What's going on?" They boy asks with alarm rising into his tone.

Phil sighs, relieved the boy is alive, combs through his hair. The slick blood running down the boys face didn't lead to a wound that was too serious.

"I'm Phil. Would you mind coming with me so I can get you all healed up?" Phil asks the boy, and he nods.

"I'm Y/N." The boy murmurs as he pushes himself off the ground and leans into Phil's side.

Phil notices the large, brown and white wings protruding from Y/N's back with a gasp.

He shakes off his shock, he could marvel over Y/N being similar to him when he's sure he'll be ok.

Phil, now being used as a crutch, walks slowly towards his home, careful to keep an eye on Y/N's consciousness.

A few minutes later...

Phil kicks the door open, still holding Y/N up.

"Boys! Come here!" He calls out to his kids.

Two older boys come running up first, Wilbur and Technoblade. They regard Y/N in a concerned manner.

"Dad, what happened?" Wilbur ponders, and Phil shrugs.

"I found him in the woods. Get me the disinfectant and the bandages." Phil orders sternly. Wilbur rushes off to get the supplies as the naturally strong Technoblade helps his adoptive father move Y/N to a seat to rest.

Wilbur returns with the supplies as a younger blond boy peeks his head around the doorway, curiously eyeing Y/N.

"Tommy. Stop being stupid." Wilbur teases, and the younger brother, Tommy, starts grumbling an insult, but doesn't get to finish before their father snaps at them to shut up.

Y/N groans as Phil dabs disinfectant on his bleeding head. "I know, I'm sorry. I need to do this." Phil explains and Y/N nods, exhaling and gritting his teeth to bear the pain.

A shorter brunet boy that looked around the same age as Tommy walks in, sitting next to Y/N and holding his hand.

"You'll be ok." The boy whispers and Y/N manages a weak smile.

"That's Tubbo." Technoblade informs Y/N, and he smiles.

"Nice to meet you, Tubbo." Y/N mumbles, trying to focus on the conversation, not the pain.

As Phil wraps Y/N's head, Tommy sneaks back into the room and sits on the floor cross-legged.

"So, you have wings." Tommy points out, and Y/N hums in confirmation. "Are you related to my dad?" He asks, and Y/N pauses before answering.

"I don't think so. But who knows?" He replies, and Tommy tilts his head, "I'm not entirely sure who my real family is. I'm adopted." Y/N adds on to explain.

"Hey! I'm adopted too!" Tubbo pipes up, and Y/N replies with a quiet 'ooh cool'.

"I'm adopted too," The pink-haired Technoblade says, "because it's not obvious at all." Y/N laughs at Technoblade's deadpanned sarcasm.

"Alright, Y/N. I'm done!" Phil announces, patting him on the back.

"Thank you." Y/N replies, and Phil raises his hand and shakes his head in a motion of 'it's fine'.

"So Y/N, are you our new brother?" Tubbo asks quietly and Y/N's eyes widen.

"I don't think-" Y/N starts.

"Oh please! You're so cool!" Tubbo butts in.

"Tubbo, you've known him for a while of five minutes! Chill." Wilbur replies for Y/N. Tubbo sticks out his bottom lip and crosses his arms over his chest, pouting. Wilbur rolls his eyes. "Ignore him, he gets attached to anyone and anything if it sticks around for more than a minute." Wilbur tells Y/N, and Y/N snorts, amused by the family's dynamic.

"You could stay with us, Y/N," Phil suggests, "only until we find you a good home." Y/N thinks about it for a second, before nodding gratefully.

"Yes please. Thank you, this means a lot."  Y/N answers, Phil smiles warmly and gets up.

"Right, I'll get Y/N's bed ready. Boys, you behave yourselves. Be polite!" Phil says, leaving the room.

Once Phils gone, the boys fall quiet for a second, before erupting in a boom of conversation.

Y/N sighs contentedly, this wouldn't be a bad place for him to stay. Not at all.