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Phil had been relaxing in his antarctic cottage late in the evening when he heard someone knock on the door. His first thoughts were that someone from the Syndicate had visited, as he knew that Techno would have simply barged in the door. But he realized that the knocking wasn’t Ranboo’s quick set of raps, nor was it Niki’s gentle knocks, and he cou;dn’t identify who was knocking. This made him grab his sword from his inventory before he approached the door, holding the sword in one hand and opening the heavy spruce door with the other. Phil was not prepared for the sight that greeted him on the other side of the door. Because leaning against the doorframe was a beaten and bloody Dream wearing an orange prison jumpsuit, and no mask. Phil felt his hybrid instincts kick in as one of the boys he saw as his sons was standing injured in front of him. He quickly stowed away his sword and gently grabbed the injured boy in front of him into a hug, wrapping his wings around Dream and feeling the bodywide flinch at the action. Internally vowing to violently murder whoever had done this at a later date he brought Dream into the house and set him on the couch before grabbing a first aid kit from under the couch.
Pulling out the bandages, water, cloths and healing potions he began to clean, dress and pour potions onto the wounds he could. Phil was in his own world as he did this internally noting down scars and their placement for later thought as well as just how thin Dream was. Phil’s mind was focussed purely on helping Dream. It was only after he had finished healing Dream that Phil realized Dream was trying to speak with him, tuning back into reality Phil saw Dream rising from laying on the couch and heard Dream say
“T-t-thanks Phil, i-i’m sorry for i-intruding. I’ll leave now, you were prob-probably sleeping and I-I can j-just leave! You don’t need to do anything this was already so much more than I des-”
Phil cut Dream off by sitting down on the couch and wrapping him in a hug again letting his wings fall wrap around the boy as well before he spoke softly,
“It’s alright Dream you know you’re always welcome here, Tech and I love having you over. You most definitely aren’t leaving here with all of these wounds, and especially not when you’re that thin.”
Phil tilts Dream’s head up from where it had fallen against his chest meeting his eyes. Phil hadn’t ever seen Dream’s eyes before this so for the first time he saw Dream’s heterochromatic eyes, one being the same icy blue as his own and the other being a shade of green reminiscent of an emerald. Phil gently wiped away the tears that had begun to flow down Dreams face before he pulled back from the embrace. Hearing Dream whine slightly Phil smiled sadly before he began to speak again
“Does anything else hurt Dream?”
Dream hesitated for a second before he nodded slightly, Phil smiled at Dream and asked
“Alright mate, where does it it hurt”
Phil was just barely able to hear what Dream said next, as the boy whispered extremely softly
“My wings”
This confused Phil because as far as he knew Dream was one of the few humans on the DreamSMP, but he kept his words inside as he saw Dream reach up to his face and pull at an invisible force. Immediately two large smoky gray wings the same colour as Phil’s own appeared on the boy’s back. The main differences being that Dream’s were still a little bit smaller than Phil’s, and on of Dream’s wings had been clipped. Dream had looked down at his lap as tears welled up in the eyes of both Hybrids, eventually Phil reached out and lifted Dream’s face up again before he whispered out
“Clay?”
Dream gave a small nod and that was all it took for Phil to grab Dream into a hug yet again and bury his face in the taller male’s hair as he spoke again.
“Oh my god, she said you were dead I-I thought that you were dead. Oh my son I'm so sorry I shouldn’t have believed anything she said about you. I love you so much you know? You know that I already thought of you as one of my sons, this makes so much sense too. It’s why my instincts always kicked into overdrive around you and everything, oh i’m so sorry for not understanding this earlier-”
Phil continued to babble on about how sorry he was and how he should have caught it earlier. While saying this he poured an abundance of healing potions onto Dream’s wing to make sure that it healed properly and wouldn’t stay clipped. Dream eventually caught Phil’s attention and said
“It's o-okay d-dad I h-hid it on purpose, you already had Techno, Wilbur and Tommy so I didn’t think you would need or want me.”
Phil pulled Dream down into another hug before resting the taller’s head in his lap as he began to run his hands through the younger’s hair. Drawing out small chirps in the process, which Phil would respond to with his own chirping and cooing. Phil took a breath before he began to speak again
“Oh no I could never not want you my son I love you, you are my family and I will always love you no matter what happens to you or to me this will never change.”
Dream looked up at Phil slightly confused because he had done bad things to the people of his server and he was the bad guy, wasn’t he? Dream tried to explain this to Phil but was shut down whenever he tried to show all the ways he was the bad guy by Phil’s logic. The older blonde telling Dream about how so many of the others on the server had been committing much of the same crimes that Dream had, and yet they were unpunished so what did he deserve to be punished for?
Of course Dream didn’t believe Phil about this yet and brought up Quackity and Sam’s punishments, and Phil had to explain very calmly what exactly was wrong with what the two had done to Dream. This of course freaked Dream out but Phil was able to calm Dream down with a mixture of physical affection, chirping and cooing. Dream eventually slumped against Phil completely unconscious, making the elder smile down at his son before he slipped out from under him to get some of Techno’s old clothes to dress Dream in so that he could be in something other than the prison jumpsuit. After checking the boys wounds and dressing him in a pair of old sweatpants and a loose fitting t-shirt he slipped back under Dream (who had managed to not wake up once through the entire process). Phil then began to card his hand through Dream’s hair again before he eventually fell asleep with his hair coming to a stop still in Dream’s hair.
The next morning the two avians were woken up by a very confused Technoblade who left the cottage after having the situation explained to him. After that Techno claimed that “It is to fucking early to deal with family shit” and promptly went back to bed leaving the two avians to do the same.