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regretfulmoth · 6 months

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Old art of Kristin from my old magical girl au from last may/june (lore under the cut)

In the au she's a vigilante with Phil who is against Schlatt turning the artform of being a magical girl into a glorified, government funded dog fights/beauty pageants. Kristin was once actually apart of the MGA (Magical Girl Association/Arena) back when it was just a program that paid magical girls for the work they do for the city. But once Schlatt retired being a MG and started running the MGA more as a business, Kristin was kicked from the program for her powers being seen as "too gruesome and unprofitable".

The MGA makes its profits in two ways: Selling licensed merchandise of its MG's and letting outsiders watch/make wagers on the MGs fighting each other as training. Kirstin, also known as "Lady Death" when she's in MG form, has the ability of speeding up one's lifecycle by touching them. (think of the Forest Spirit from Princess Monokoke) The speed of this rapid aging does somewhat depend on her emotions and her relationship with whatever living thing she touches (Example: if she touches Phil while calm for 30 seconds, he'll age 4-5 years. But if she touches Schlatt for the same amount of time while emotions are high, he would be a pile of bones.) Her power is known as "Life Acceleration" and is theorized to contribute to her slower aging. This power cannot be turned off and she wears gloves 24/7 to prevent any accidental aging. Its also been theorized that once/if she dies, then her life acceleration will plague the world and cause the extinction of life on earth, but those are just silly fan theories and head canons :).

Well with this darker reputation in mind, Lady Death had a fairly small fanbase and an even smaller demand for merchandise. Lump in with the fact she can't train like the other MGs because of the risk of killing her fellow MGs. At first Kristin was pissed but rather understanding as of why she couldn't be a part of the MGA to an extent but as the policies became more restrictive and bias towards more "profitable magical girls", her patience with the program grew thin.

Her final straw was the day the MGA change their payment policies to the point where only the most popular and "brand safe" MGs could ever make a living under the MGA. A program where its whole point was to give the dozens of people brave enough to defend civilians from danger the resources and pay they need to continue their work is now throwing money to whoever throws more back. These new policies essentially forced Phil into finding a new job because what once could comfortably cover his life with Kristin and a small family down the line is now barely anything.

So, during the day Phil and Kristin work their full time jobs and at night they each do commission work as Magical Girls as a side hustle. Since the new policies there has been a shortage of MGs who can/are willing to deal with threats that are causing a muck. This has led to people personally commissioning Unofficial Magical Girls to do smaller jobs like patrolling on a smaller scale to prevent any situations from happening. Doing commission work is rather risky because its illegal to be a MG without a proper license and the only way to get one is if you're part of the MGA and you work under the programs regulations.

The couple, especially Kristin is very against the MGA and what has become of it. There was a brief moment in time where the two were very vocal of these changes in policies but the movement was not successful. Kristin to this day is a unofficial magical girl and her persona as Lady Death is still openly against the MGA. Meanwhile Phil has retired from the magical girl scene and is now focused on being a stay-at-home father.

#magical girl au #minecraft magical girls #kristin minecraft #mumza my beloved #trixtin #misstrixtin #mumza and dadza #philza #dadza #jschlatt #<-he's mentioned like twice #but damn they got beef #I wrote a lot more than I expected #mcyt #Idk how gender works in this #I guess everyone is like fem presenting but they keep all keep their preferred gender identity #I know it just looks like Kristin but the magical girl stuff is in the lore #I can't believe I still remember all this #There SO much more I can go on about and I probably will when I find the motivation to type it down

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midnightmarev · 1 year

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AU where human Phil lives on the outskirts of a forest. He has a nice little cottage and a large vegetable garden. He's living his best life, honestly. Far away from the battlefield.

One day, while he's walking in the forest looking for mushrooms and roots, he hears crying. More specifically, a baby crying. That's never good. So, he follows the sound, hurrying as best he can.

Soon enough, he finds the baby. There's blood spattered on the blanket it's wrapped in, but no body. Not a good sign. Phil carefully picks the child up, rocking it gently to calm it, humming softly. Someone must have left it here to protect it, that's the only reason Phil can think of, with the blood spattered on the blanket but no body in sight. They would've left the child here and gone someplace else to lead whoever was pursuing them away.

It breaks Phil's heart to think about, but he knows the world they live in. It's unforgiving, ruthless, cruel. Especially to those deemed wrong in the eyes of humanity. Because it's obvious this child got that sentence with its pink hair. Poor kid.

Phil takes the kid back to his cottage, poor thing must be hungry and tired. He bathes the kid, a boy, to get the dirt and grime of the forest off him. The kid has beautiful red eyes that shimmer in the light.

Phil washes the boy's blanket, noticing a word in another language. It shimmers and before his eyes, changes into a word Phil can read.

Techno.

The boy's name.

Phil can feel the power in the name. But honestly? Phil doesn't care. It's a baby. An innocent being. No one should hold power over him, only show him love. And Phil does just that. He doesn't care what species Techno might be because right now he's just a baby in need of a caretaker.

Little Techno gets cleaned, fed, and wrapped in warm blankets. He's soon out like a light.

Making sure Techno is completely safe, Phil heads out into the forest to look for whoever left Techno there. Look for Techno's family. It was clear, the kid was loved and cared for, if his blanket was any indication.

In the end, he finds nothing. Well, no one. He does find blood. And a bow with some scattered arrows. Someone was hunting, and the hunted was putting up a fight.

This was exactly why Phil moved out here, he get away from the violence and bloodshed. But Phil couldn't turn a blind eye to this. It was too close to his home, and a baby was involved and in danger. And it makes Phil's blood fucking boil.

He returns home well past dark. Techno is still asleep, thank the stars. Phil is exhausted and goes to bed after making sure the kid is comfortable.

The next few days go much the same; Phil takes care of Techno, makes sure he's healthy, happy, and above all, safe. Whenever he's asleep, Phil goes out to search for his family, always without luck. He visits where he found Techno multiple times a day, just in case, but he's starting to lose hope. Maybe whoever loves Techno is dead.

After a week, Phil has accepted that Techno might have no one else anymore. He's stopped going out, giving his full attention to Techno, the boy deserves the world. He's even made the kid clothes! And constructed a crib. And made toys.

On day 11, the sun is shining from a cloudless sky. Phil just finished lunch with Techno, burping him. Suddenly, everything goes dark. Phil does his best to hold Techno protectively, but as the dark surrounds them, there's no easy way to do that. Just as sudden as it appeared, the dark goes away and they're back in the middle of Phil's living room. Everything went back to normal. Well, except for one thing.

In front of him stands a pissed-off woman with dark hair that has a purple shine to it swirling around her head as if wind is playing with it. Her dark purple eyes stare daggers into Phil, and he has no doubt that she will tear him limb from limb.

She takes a step toward Phil and he takes one back, away from her, shielding Techno from her. That makes her look even angrier, however, and she takes another, this time wobbly, step. And falls to the floor.

Phil is fucking scared, but this woman is also drained of energy. She must've spent so much on whatever magic brought her here. Phil doesn't really know what to do. On one hand, she basically teleported herself into his house looking mad as all hell and is super terrifying. On the other, she needs help, that much is clear, and Phil has always been one to help others.

So, for better or for worse, he slowly puts Techno down in the little play area Phil made for him, and goes to help the woman. She, naturally, sneers at him.

"Hey, easy there, I'm not gonna hurt you, mate, just wanna help, okay?" Phil tries, extending his hands to help her up. She, thankfully, accepts, and he carefully helps her to the couch, sitting her down.

She breathes heavily, trying to regain some energy. Techno makes a noise and she looks up quickly. She spots the boy and goes completely silent, not even her breathing being audible. Techno also looks at her and after a few moments of silence, starts babbling happily, making grabby hands for her.

"Techno…" the woman whispers softly. "My baby…" She tries to stand up but fails. Phil makes sure she stays on the couch, looking between the boy and the woman.

"Is… are you his mother?" Phil asks gently, to which she nods, smiling softly as she looks at her son with such love. "I was out looking for you, for anyone of his family, but I only found blood and discarded weapons. I'd started fearing the worst."

The woman looks up at Phil in surprise. "You took care of him?" Phil nods. "Why?"

"He's just a baby. A child. He's innocent, he's done nothing but be born, something he has no control over. No one should get to decide that just because he is not entirely human or human-looking, he should die. It's just wrong," Phil explains. "And I have a soft spot for kids," he adds, making the woman chuckle slightly.

"Thank you," she breathes out, sincerity heavy in her tired voice. "I don't know what I would've done if I lost him. No, actually, I do. I would tear the world asunder, both the mortal and my realm. I'm a fae, Techno's my little fledgeling, born from my magic," she explains at Phil's confused expression.

"You know, I had an inkling he was of fae origin," Phil smiles lightly. His expression returns to serious. "What happened? What separated you two? You're clearly capable of some serious and powerful magic, so what happened?"

The woman sighs deeply, looking down at her scarred hands. "I'm, well, I'm one of the more powerful fae. Having Techno, took a lot out of me, but I don't regret it," she says fiercely, Phil doesn't doubt her one bit. "There was… a power struggle, in our realm, to put it lightly. Power-hungry fae took advantage of my weakened state. I had to leave, I wouldn't be able to protect us both if I didn't."

"So you went here," Phil continued for her softly. "While you may be weaker in our realm, so are they."

The woman nods. "Exactly. And then humans spotted us. Shot at us with their pitiful bows and arrows. One hit me, though. I had to leave Techno to protect him. I was bleeding and it would lead them to us eventually with me unable to heal. So I lead them far away from my baby." She looks away in shame. "I had to return to our realm to heal, I was too weak to even put a protective glamour on him. When I returned after having healed and regained a lot of my energy, he was gone. I was so scared something had happened to him. I called upon ancient fae magic to bring me to wherever my son might be." She looks up and smirks slightly. "I'm not one of the most powerful fae for nothing."

She's really something else, Phil thinks. "How would you like a helping hand?" he hears himself offer. "I might just be human, but they endangered a kid, so now I'm pissed. Even if all I can do is look after Techno for you while you regain your energy to fuck those assholes up, then it would be my pleasure."

She looks at him thoughtfully, searching for any sign of deceit of which she finds none. "What is your name?"

And Phil knows. He knows the basic fae rules. If a fae asks for your name, you don't give it to them. But she's not asking for his name, just what it is. She doesn't want control over him, to make him hers. in that way. And so, Phil tells her. "My name is Philza. But you can just call me Phil."

She smiles. "Hello, Philza Phil. My name, is Kristin."

#they fall in love #yadda yadda ya #Phil helps Kristin kick the crap outta the power-hungry fae that came after Kristin #a fae that is a threat to both fae and humans alike #mcyt #au #parentsduo #emerald duo #philza minecraft #technoblade #misstrixtin #babyblade #dadza #i forgot how to do tags #this is just as bad as on ao3 /j

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batfam-horror-au · 1 year

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This is not a DSMP blog, but I’ve gotten into it recently and I have the most horrible amazing idea ever.

Tommy, escaping from Logstedshire, finds a mysterious house far away from everything else. In this house he finds Mumza, and in Mumza he finds a home. He laughs with her, he cries with her, and he heals with her. There’s so much fluff and love and he stays with her, finally happy and free.

It’s during this time that someone, probably Dream or Ghostbur, finds Tommy’s body. He had fallen from the top of the tower and had died on impact. The rest of the SMP begins to realize just how out of control things have gotten, and they begin to mourn a maybe not so dead Tommy.

Featuring Ghost! Tommy, Ghost! Mumza, and a lot of angst and fluff. Let me know if you guys want more of this au!

#dream smp #DSMP #dsmp au #tommyinnit #tommy innit #Mumza #mumza and dadza #mumza supremacy #kristen mumza #Wilbur #ghostbur #Technoblade #Tubbo #Dream is a right bastard in this #dream minecraft #Ghost! Tommy #Ghost! Mumza #Ghost! Wilbur

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myhandshurts · 1 year

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Me: You know what? I really like dreamland au! @artlesscomedic going to love the small doodle! Im just gonna make a small doodle of mumza! Yeah! No biggie! :D

The small said doodle:

Took me 3 fucking days

Had to search my messy coloring system if we had any purple left

Made her into a princess instead of a scientist that made stars

Poorly had drawn Philza

I am sorry

Oh and closeups:

#art #lol #fanart #doodle #eh sorta #dream smp #mcyt #dsmp #dreamland au #dreamland #mumza #mumza and dadza #philza #sorry philza-

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pain-with-ballpits · 2 years

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some art

I swear to god if y’all let this flop imma be mad

““I’ve got you son”

#c!dream #c!ph1lza #c!green boys #dreblr #dadza #Hidden chick au

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nomsfaultau · 8 months

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A dragon and his hoard <3

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katescribblesabit · 2 years

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MORE GEMS YOO

Phil and Kristin are here! :D they are the Garnet of the group, and stay mostly fused together as Covellite.

Phil is based of his hardcore self mostly obviously because of the wings but also because the job of a Lapis is to Terraform.

I wanted a more bigger and higher up gem for Kristin based of the goddess of death thing, and a Agate seemed to fit well. she was assigned to check new formed gems if they are up to the standards of the diamonds.

with flawless gem I mean that they are seen as normal to gem kind

(if you can’t read my handwriting its under below as well!)

Lapis Lazuli

“flawless gem”

gem placement -> chest

Lapis is a compassionate gem, they are caring and empathetic. they don’t hesitate to defend or help their friends

Purple Agate

“flawless gem”

gem placement -> navel

Agate is a natural comforting Person, she sees the best in everything. She is very loving and trusted.

#the bench gems au #philza #misstrixtin #is there a tag for both of them?#parentza #?#im gonna go with that lol #dsmp au #dreamsmp #dream smp #my art #mumza #dadza #the 2 pic is the purest thing i have ever drawn

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ask-a-tiny-imp · 10 months

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Happy pride month everyone!

Remember no matter what everyone else says you are perfect! if your parents are shit and don’t accept you, we god Dadza to cheer you all up (:

You’re amazing no matter your, sexuality, Sex, gender, size, religion, or anything else that people find ‘different’ just be you and be happy (:

#sleepy bois inc #sleepy bois au #sleepy bois family #philza #sbi #philza minecraft #philza fanart #happy pride 🌈#happy pride motherfuckers #happy pride month #dadza philza #dadza minecraft

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cherry-liss · 1 year

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OMG !!! HELLO!!!

CAN YOU PLEASE DO A

SLEEPY BOIS X LITTLE SISTER?!!!

A VERY normal day with the big bro's, Sleepy Bois! |

DSMP/ Dream SMP : Ph1LzA,Tommy,Techno,Wilbur x Little Sibling!Reader

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request from grace-bladee ~!!! hiiii :D:D thank u for all the request!!

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"LIL' SIS!! WAKE UP!!" Tommy shouted into your ear. You screamed, "TOMMY!!!" You crossed your arms as you looked mad at him. "I was having such a good dream of delicious cakes- WOAH-!" "Don't care about that, we have porridge that Phil made!" Tommy exclaimed, picking you up.

"Yo, morning lil' sis." Wilbur waved as he stopped playing the guitar to look at you. "Morning big bro Wil." You groaned.

Dadza laughed hysterically, "Good morning mate."

"Morning Dadza!" Your mood suddenly lifted up, while being on Tommy's shoulders. "I made porridge for everyone, wait, where's Techno?"

"Bruuuhhh...." Technoblade says, getting out of his room. "You called?" Techno asked. "Porridge?" Phil asks as he gives a bowl of porridge to Techno. "Thanks." Techno says as he goes up to the dining table.

Tommy lets go of you and sits at a chair, "Hey! This is my chair!" Wilbur speaks in a strong british accent. "Well I sat here first Motherfvcker!" Tommy replied, seemingly angry. "Language at the table, you little fvckers." Phil says.

"RIGHT BACK AT YOU!" The two say, continuing to argue. You facepalmed and continued to eat your porridge.

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words: 190 characters: 1,129

this one's got me very very very lazy...

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ~ cherry~liss

#sleepy bois fanfic #sleepy bois au #sleepy bois inc #sleepy bois family #sleepy bois #tommyinnit #technoblade #wilbursoot #wilbur #dadza #philza minecraft

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nerdiestnerdtoevernerd · 1 year

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Which Brother Will Witch Wil Will Into Being

This is a prompt from @ed-writes-fanfiction for @pinchhitsfromthevoid

5 times they should have known Wilbur was a witch and could tell the future and 1 time they realized it

Chapter 1: My Protector

Word count: 2090

It’s a calm morning in the Minecraft household. Kristin’s standing at the stove, preparing a roast for dinner; Phil is sitting at the bar behind her, several papers spread around him; and Wilbur’s puttering around, playing with his toys and occasionally asking to be lifted up onto the counter to watch Kristin.

“Mama?” Wilbur suddenly tugs on the end of her shirt.

“Yes Wilbur?” she distractedly hums back, measuring out ingredients and dumping them into a pot.

“I want a brother.”

Kristin freezes in shock as Phil sputters at their son’s sudden declaration.

“Oh. Uh… Hm. Um. That’s nice honey. Uh… That…” How in the world is she supposed to respond to this?

Wilbur continues on, undeterred. “He’s gonna like swords! And we are gonna spend lots of time together! And we’ll fight sometimes but he won’t ever be mean to me. He’ll be my bestest friend!”

“He sounds like he’ll be a good brother,” Kristin hesitantly says, ignoring the choking sound still coming from her husband. Wilbur’s probably just talking about an imaginary friend, right? She hopes that’s the case.

“He will!” Wilbur exclaims and then walks away, leaving his confused and startled parents behind.

And that’s it. It’s forgotten (except as a funny story to tell in the far-distant future) and they move on. They think nothing more about the situation.

In retrospect, they really should have suspected something was going on. He was pretty confident in his declaration after all. But, in their defense, children are often confident about subjects they know nothing about.

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They find him in the woods. Thinking back on it, it was weird that Wilbur dragged them out to the forest that day. Though he did like to run around and spend time outside, he was more of a homebody. He liked to sit inside and play with his toys or dance to music or read books with his parents. It wasn’t like he never went outside, but he tended to prefer activities inside the house, and Phil and Kristin did not discourage this. Kristin like to keep him where she could keep an eye on him (the memories of the several times when he had disappeared for days and was found in perilous situations were too recent in her mind) and Phil preferred not having to chase his child through the trees outside when it was time for dinner.

But it was Wilbur’s birthday. And he wanted a picnic. So they agreed.

They pack a delicious lunch with all of Wilbur’s favorites (and, for some reason, the bacon that their vegetarian son demands they add) and set off. Wilbur leads the way, flitting from flower to flower and interesting rock to fascinating leaf. His parents follow him, smiling and indulging in his activities, their pockets very quickly filling up with “the coolest” rocks.

“Look Dad, this rock has red in it! Let’s keep it!” Phil’s pocket gains another rock.

“Mama, this is a pretty leaf. And it’s soft too! Can you put it in your pocket?” Kristin gets out of this one by telling Wilbur to leave the leaf for other people to enjoy.

“Here Dad. Here’s another rock.”

“I don’t know that I have room for another one,” Phil says, gesturing to his bulging pockets.

“Hm,” Wilbur hums, face twisted up in a thoughtful expression before quickly lighting up. “Here, Mama!” He hands her the rock. “Put it in your pocket!”

After Phil and Kristin cram more rocks into their pockets than should be physically possible, Wilbur finally stops in a clearing and looks up at the surrounding trees. He spins around taking it all in.

“We’re here!” he declares, running back to his mother. He grabs her hand and tugs her to the middle of the clearing.

“Oh really?” she asks, attempting to stifle her laugh.

“Yeah! This is where we’re going to eat!”

“Alright,” Kristin agrees, letting out a laugh.

They get started on getting the site set up. Kristin and Phil work on clearing an area of rocks and twigs, Wilbur attempting to help but getting distracted by said rocks and twigs and deciding to build a house out of them.

“Look at my house, Mama! Look at my house!” he exclaims, pointing at a pile of rocks and sticks that doesn’t look even remotely close to a house.

“Looks great Wilbur,” Kristin responds, a smile on her face. “Do you want to come eat now? It’s lunchtime,” she gestures to the blanket and all the food spread out on it.

“No,” he says, giggling as a taken-aback look crosses his mother’s face. “It’s not time. He’s not here yet!”

“Who’s not here yet?” Phil pipes up, a confused and hesitant look on his face.

“My new brother!”

“What?” the blond exclaims, sending a baffled look at his wife. He’s relieved slightly by the equally confused look on her face. At least she’s not hiding anything from him.

“Don’t worry. He’ll be here soon,” Wilbur explains, knocking over his “house.”

“Who will be?” Kristin finally says.

“My brother!” Wilbur giggles. The sound so sweet it melts his parent’s hearts, though the confusion and worry quickly overtakes it.

“Yeah, sweetheart, you already said that. But what do you mean?” Kristin asks. She’s suddenly reminded of the conversation they’d had, which seems like forever ago. Was… was he talking about his imaginary friend?

“You’ll see!” he responds, continuing to play with rocks and sticks.

They watch him for a moment and then Phil speaks up. “Well kiddo, why don’t we eat until ‘your brother’ gets here?”

“But he needs to eat with us,” Wilbur says looking up from his sticks, a confused look now on his face. “He’s hungry. And we have food for him.”

“We do?” Phil says, furrowing his brow.

“Oh!” his wife exclaims, realization lighting her face. “The bacon! You wanted that for him.” A smile spreads across her face, the sweet consideration her son has for others (even if it’s just an imaginary friend) touching her heart.

“Yeah,” Wilbur responds in that way children do when what they’re doing makes sense to them and they’re not sure why it’s confusing those around them. “What else would it be for?”

“Well—” Phil starts.

“Exactly that,” Kristin interrupts, putting a hand on his arm to silence him. She gives him a look, the “Don’t discourage this. He doesn’t have any actual friends, so let him enjoy this imaginary one.” perfectly clear.

“Alright,” Phil mutters, raising his hands in surrender.

“Wil? As sweet as it is that you want to wait, we do need to hurry and eat. We’ve got other things planned, so we’ll have to go back home soon. Besides, soon the lemonade won’t have any ice. You don’t want lemonade without ice do you?” she wheedles.

“No,” Wilbur admits. He glances up at them, a longing expression on his face. It quickly clears, a joyful expression taking his place as he glances towards the trees. “Oh it’s okay. We can eat now. He’s here.” Wilbur abandons his playing and skips over to plop on the blanket next to his mother. He grabs a sandwich from the plate and takes a bite. Kristin and Phil watch him in confused amusement.

“Well alright,” the blond says, sharing a glance with his wife. Then he too grabs a sandwich and takes a bite, Kristin doing the same.

They eat in peace, the only sound is the munching of food and quiet conversation. But not too long after, Wilbur suddenly puts his sandwich down on the blanket and stands up, staring into the trees.

“Wilbur?” Kristin hesitantly questions.

The boy ignores her, simply continuing to stare at the trees.

“Wilbur?” Phil tries this time, but the only response he gets is the boy raising an arm to wave at a spot at the edge of the clearing. This only confuses them further.

“Wilbur, sweetheart, what’s going on?” Kristin places her hand on Wilbur’s arm, concern emanating from her.

“It’s okay Mama, I’m just waving to him,” he points to the trees.

Kristin squints in that direction, trying to see what her son is pointing to. Something moves. She gasps. “Phil! Phil!” she hisses, slapping her husband on the arm.

“I don’t— by Jove.” Something moves again, and they watch, astonished, as a little head pokes out around a tree, staring at them with wide eyes.

“Hi!” Wilbur exclaims, waving frantically at them. Their eyes, if possible, seem to widen even further and they duck back behind the tree.

“Wilbur,” Kristin gently scolds. “You’re scaring them. Maybe calm down a little bit okay?” The boy nods, properly chastened. “But Mama, he’s hungry.”

“Alright. I’ll take care of it, okay?” She chucks him under the chin, meeting his eyes with a smile.

“Okay Mama. You’re the bestest at things like this!” He settles on the blanket next to his father, picking up his sandwich again and chowing away.

Kristin stands up and takes several steps toward the tree the child is hiding behind. Once she deems herself close enough to be able to easily converse with him, she sits down on the grass. “Hey there,” she says.

No response. That’s okay. It takes time, she reminds herself.

“I’m Kristin.”

Nothing.

“It’s my son, Wilbur’s birthday, so we’re out here having a picnic to celebrate.”

A red (and isn’t that alarming) eye peers around the trunk at her. Progress! She internally cheers.

“Are you hungry?”

The rest of the little head pokes out and studies her before hesitantly nodding, his brown hair, sticks and leaves tangled in the dirty, greasy strands, shaking over his eyes and hiding his face from view.

“Do you want some celery?” she asks, mentally running through what food they brought.

His nose scrunches up, disgust obvious. She laughs.

“Yeah, Wilbur doesn’t like celery either. We’ve got some bacon?” she offers.

She gets a more enthusiastic nod this time.

“Great!” she says enthusiastically, maybe too enthusiastically. The child draws back, his tiny (too tiny Kristin thinks) body hiding behind the tree again. She winces.

“Sorry,” she apologizes and glances back at her family. Phil is watching her with a raised eyebrow and Wilbur is eating. He briefly turns to look at her, an expectant and bright smile on his face, and waves at her and the boy. Her heart melts. Her little baby is getting so big! She turns back around to the tree and is grateful to see that the child has taken a small step away from it.

“Come on,” she stands up and holds out her hand. The child shies away and she immediately drops it, instead turning around and taking a step toward the blanket. She glances back, relieved and somewhat surprised when she sees that the child has taken a step forward as well. She kindly smiles at him, her heart filling with sadness when she takes in the little details. His clothes are tattered and stained. There’s a large bruise that wraps around one of his thin wrists that she knows can only be from someone’s hand. His body is littered with scars, and there are several cuts that haven’t healed yet. His bare feet are a bruised purplish-blue color and are littered with scratches. And, the worst sign of all, he shies away from any possible touch. This boy needs a lot of love, and she is determined to give it.

“Hey,” Phil greets as they approach. “This is Wilbur and I’m his dad Phil. What’s your name?”

“His name is Techno,” Wilbur informs them, not noticing the other boy’s startled look. “And he’s my new brother!” He wraps the dirty boy in his arms, giving him a big hug. The boy flinches away at first but then freezes, staring at Wilbur with wide eyes.

“Wilbur,” Kristin starts, intending to inform the boy of asking before giving a hug, but then decides not to discuss such a heavy topic (that will surely lead into her suspicions of the boy’s trauma) over lunch on her son’s birthday. “He’s probably hungry. Why don’t we get him some food?”

Wilbur beams and let’s go of th— Techno instead latching onto his hand and tugging the boy onto the blanket next to him. He launches into conversation the second they are both sitting as he hands Techno one of everything, not minding when the other doesn’t say a word.

Kristin watches them, a smile on her face. Phil looks at his wife and sighs, resigned to having another child. “I guess he’s coming home with us.”

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