➳OK I WROTE THIS IN LIKE A DAY PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR ANY ERRORS. DONT BE A WEIRDO THIS IS ALL PLATONIC AND NON-SEXUAL. IF I SEE ANYONE IN THE COMMENTS BEING CREEPY THEN ITS ON SIGHT.

➳(TW: Blood, pain) Growing wings is not fun lmaoooooo

Ranboo figured he didn't have wings because of his enderman descent. Something about recessive genes or something. He didn't partially care about his lack of wings. Bird hybrids were rare anyways. The only ones he knew were Phil and Technoblade. If he did show any bird hybrid traits they would have shown up by now.

"Hey, Ranboo!" Phil called.

Ranboo looked up to see Phil flying in circles around him. The teen waved up at Phil. The man's large black wings cast a shadow over Ranboo. Phil glided down and landed next to Ranboo. His powerful wings retracted onto his back, forming a feathered cape.

"I think we're going to get a snowstorm tonight!" Phil remarked.

"Oh really? I better get the dogs inside their shelter then."

"Yeah good idea mate," Phil said. "I have a gut feeling that it will be a bad one. Want to stay in the cabin overnight. It's more secure than your shack."

"That would be great! As long as I'm not intruding or anything," Ranboo said. He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. It had been irritating him all day. He figured it was just a sunburn from working outside for so long.

"You're always invited into the cabin, Ranboo," Phil said smiling. "I'll make soup for dinner if that's ok."

Ranboo's eyes lit up. Phil always made the best soup. "That sounds great! Thank you, Mr. Minecraft."

"No problem mate," Phil said. He chirped a goodbye and flew off.

Ranboo spent the rest of the day herding the dogs into their shelter and finishing up farm chores. He packed a bag for staying over at the cabin. Just some clothing and blankets. The scratch that was once just irritating his neck and spread down to his shoulders and upper back. Definitely weird but Ranboo figured it would go away soon enough.

Ranboo walked to the cabin and knocked twice. Techno opened the door.

"Hello, Ranboo!" The man greeted. His large pink wings, the same color as his hair,  folded on his back slightly dragged on the floor.

"Hello, Mr. Blade!" Ranboo said.

"Ranboo please call me Techno. You're making me feel old like Phil." Techno joked.

"Oh sorry," Ranboo said, his face turning slightly red.

"Let me take your bags. The guest bedroom is over here," Techno said. He guided Ranboo to a small bedroom that branched off of the living room. It was a quaint room. With a bed and a few paintings on the wall of flowers.

"Thank you for letting me stay here," Ranboo said.

"No problem," Techno said. "Also- sorry if we annoy you with bird calls and stuff. Flock calls can be a bit annoying to non-bird hybrids."

"It's not a problem. My mother was a bird hybrid so I'm used to stuff like that," Ranboo explained.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I don't show any traits though so I assume my enderman half is stronger."

"Huh, good to know. Dinner will be ready at 6:00 so get settled," Techno said. Technoblade shrugged, not bothering to push with the topic.  He knew Ranboo got sensitive when talking about his late mother.  He left the room, wings slightly puffed out.

Ranboo took his clothing out of his bag and folded them and put them on a chair in the corner of the room. He placed his blankets on the bed before leaving for the kitchen.

He could hear chirps and trills coming from the kitchen. It also smelled lovely in there.

Phil was chirping and trilling while stirring the soup while Techno was replying to those chirps while setting the table.

"Um... hello," Ranboo whispered, his ears lowered. He wasn't sure if it was rude to interrupt the bird calls.

Phil turned around and grinned at the enderman hybrid. "Hello, Ranboo. Dinner's almost ready. You can take a seat at the table."

Ranboo sat down. He didn't know what to do with himself. He tried to lean back on the chair but pain shot through his back. He didn't lean his back against the chair after that. He would check his rash after dinner.

The chirps and trills between the flock resumed, yet were a bit quieter to not give their guest a headache. Ranboo listened with fascination. He didn't remember much about his childhood, but some bird calls sounded somewhat familiar to the boy.

Phil placed soup in front of Ranboo and sat down. The round table in the kitchen was hand-carved, probably made by Phil,  Ranboo assumed.

Ranboo took a sip of the soup. It tasted wonderful.

"Mmm, this is delicious," Ranboo said, after sipping the soup.

"Thank you. It's an old family recipe. Passed down through flocks over the years," Phil said.

"Well, it's quite a privilege to be eating it."

"So Ranboo... Techno told me your mother was a bird hybrid."

Ranboo tensed at the mention of his late mother. "Yeah, she was. My father was an enderman hybrid. I'm quite a strange mix." Ranboo joked.

Phil chuckled. "You don't show any bird hybrid traits though?"

"No, it's a bit strange for sure. I think it's my enderman hybrid side that's overpowering it but I'm no expert on the matter."

"Huh, interesting. You could just be a late bloomer."

"Maybe," Ranboo said, shrugging.

Dinner flew by after that. Ranboo's back started aching and itching more. He must have some type of nasty rash. He insisted on helping clean up despite Phil and Techno's protests.

The flock continued to trill and chirp at one another. It was nice to have background noise. It felt almost... calming. It reminded Ranboo of his mother.

When the dishes were cleaned up they retired to the living room. In the center of the room was a pile of blankets and pillows arranged in a circle. Phil sat in the center along with Techno. Their wings were spread out, taking up most of the space. Ranboo stood in the doorway of the living room awkwardly. He was unsure of where he should sit.

"We don't bite kid," Techno said laughing. "This is a nest, it's a safe space for a flock but you're allowed in." He patted the spot next to him. Ranboo hesitantly sat down, keeping his back stiff. Being in the nest was nice, he was tempted to lie down but was worried about overstepping boundaries.

"Someone ruffle your feathers? You look a bit tense," Techno commented.

"Ah, sorry. I have a rash and it hurts when any pressure is on it," Ranboo said. "But it's ok I think it will go away soon." He added quickly, not to worry anyone. The last thing he wanted was to stress Phil or Techno out because of him.

"You could've told us sooner, mate. Techno has some cream that might calm it down."

"No, no, it's ok. I don't want you wasting resources on me," Ranboo said.

"It's not wasting when it's you Ranboo," Phil said gently. Silently pleading with Ranboo to let them help him. In Phil's eyes, Ranboo was still a fledgling even if he acted like he was all grown up.

Ranboo looked at the floor and twiddled his thumbs together. His instincts said to accept Phil's help. His back was in more pain now. "Yeah, that cream sounds nice."

Techno let out a high-pitched chirp of approval, quite out of Techno's normal vocal range. He guided Ranboo to the bathroom. He went through the medicine cabinet and found the bottle.

"Hey, Ranboo can you pull up the back of your shirt a bit? I want to see how bad it looks," Techno asked.

Ranboo pulled up the back of his shirt to expose his back. It was swollen and red. Techno let out an involuntary hiss when he saw it.

"That doesn't look good," Techno commented. He let out a trill. A few seconds later Phil came running in.

"Oh geez. That doesn't look nice, mate. Did you roll in something nasty?" Phil asked.

'No. It just showed up today."

"Can I touch your back?"

"Sure."

Phil lay his cold hand gently on Ranboo's swollen back. The enderman hybrid let out a whimper, pain shooting through his body. Phil exchanged a look with Techno.

"Ranboo, this might hurt for a second but I need to do it to confirm my suspicions," Phil explained.

Ranboo nodded, allowing Phil to proceed.

The man gently pressed his hand into the area around Ranboo's shoulder blades. He could feel a boney lump in between the shoulder blades.  The teen let out a shriek. Phil dropped his hands.

"Ranboo, you're growing wings."

---➳

"I'm WHAT?!" Ranboo exclaimed.

"You're growing wings. Turns out you do have a few bird genes in your system," Phil said. He gave Ranboo a small smile. "It's not all bad being a bird hybrid."

"Oh god, oh god," Ranboo said. Anxiously running his hand through his hair. "I did not expect this. Will my wings hurt to grow in?"

"Calm down mate, Techno and I are here to help you. It will be painful, but once the process is over you'll be good," Phil explained. 

"O-okay," Ranboo whispered. "I'm sorry..."

"You have nothing to be sorry about mate. It's only natural to bird hybrids. I remember when Quackity's wings grew in. We housed him here for a few days too. He was a late bloomer like you."

Ranboo felt a bit better knowing he wasn't the only one that had his wings grow in with Techno and Phil.

Techno guided Ranboo to the guest bedroom. The teen plopped down on the bed, lying on his stomach. He winced at the pain when he moved. Techno brought in cool cloths ad draped them on Ranboo's head and around where the wings would sprout. Techno and Phil made low trills of comfort. Techno held the boy's hand while Phil ran his hand through Ranboo's half black, half white, hair. They tried their best to relax the boy, but the pain was overwhelming. Around midnight small wings broke through Ranboo's skin.

Small down feathers peppered the small wings. They were under a foot long right now but would soon grow out more. The left-wing was red and the right-wing was lime green. Quite a rare combination for a bird hybrid.

"How ya feelin' birdie?" Phil asked.

Ranboo groggily gave a thumbs up. Growing wings takes a lot of energy.  Techno chuckled. "We'll let you rest," He said standing up.

"No..." Ranboo whispered hoarsely. He made an effort to grab Techno's wrist.

"Ok kid, we'll stay," Techno said. He sat at the foot of the bed, Phil sitting in the chair. Ranboo drifted off to sleep soon after.

Techno beamed down at the kid. He had melted a small part of his heart, even if he wouldn't admit it.

"He doesn't have a flock and he's just a fledgling," Phil said out loud, to supposedly no one. He smirked at Techno as if he could read his son's thoughts. "He'll need a flock to teach him the basics of being a bird hybrid."

"Um... ya know I won't really mind him staying here for longer," Techno said, trying to come off like the matter didn't excite him.

Phil beamed at his son. They spent the rest of the day watching and taking care of the fledgling. 

---➳

"Hey, little bird, how are you feeling?" Phil asked when Ranboo woke up.

"Sore," Ranboo said. He stretched his arms and legs.

Phil chuckled. "It will be like that for a while. What do you remember about last night?" 

Rambo's eyebrows furrowed. "I remember you saying I was growing... growing wings. A-and then... hurting."

"Aw, mate. Your wings did grow in last night. They're still small though. They'll probably grow to be 8ft or so long. Depends on the hybrid."

Ranboo twisted in bed to see his wings. They were about 3ft long at the moment. He gawked at them.

Phil chuckled at Ranboo's reaction. "Techno and I were wondering if you would like to stay with our flock for a while, so you can learn the basics of wing care and bird hybrid stuff if you want to of course."

"That... that would be nice," Ranboo said smiling.

"Welcome to your unofficial flock, little bird," Phil said. He stood up. "Get changed into something comfortable. Would it be okay if I cut slits in your shirts for your wings? or you can borrow Techno's shirts."

Ranboo nodded. Phil left the room. Ranboo through on one of his softest t-shirts he packed. He changed out of his pants and into black sweatpants. When he finished changing he left his room. Techno and Phil were sitting in the nest in the living room drinking tea.

"Good morning fledgling," Techno greeted.

"I'm a baby bird?" Ranboo asked, clearly confused.

"Well because you just grew your wings, the bird side of your brain is still developing. Little Bird/Birdie/fledgling are just nicknames for the youngest in the flock," Techno explained.

"Oh," Ranboo said. God, he was a child again. He was meant to be mature, not some baby.

Phil saw the distress on Ranboo's face. "It's ok Ranboo, we all were fledglings at some point. Techno was super clingy when he was a fledgling, won't even let me out of sight for weeks."

Techno turned red. "Hey I was not that clingy," He protested.

Ranboo giggled. Some instinct told him to join the others in the nest. He tentatively climbed into the nest. Techno nodded in approval. Ranboo giggled at the situation they were in. They were spitting in a circle of blankets on the floor of the living room. It was ridiculous!

"Do you want tea?" Techno asked as Ranboo settled down.

"No thank you, is it ok if I get myself some water instead?"

"Go right ahead," Techno said.

Ranboo stood up in the nest. He started to walk to the kitchen. He made it about 10 feet before a voice in his head screamed: STAY WITH FLOCk, STAY IN NEST!

He stopped in his tracks.

"Ranboo, what's wrong?" Techno called.

"Stay with flock," Ranboo whispered. He ran back to the nest and plopped down.

"Are you ok little bird?" Phil asked, concerned.

"Stay in nest, stay with flock, stay in nest," Ranboo muttered under his breath.

"Shhh... it's ok Ranboo. You're safe here." Phil exchanged a knowing look with Techno. The bird brain part of Ranboo's head must be telling him to stay with them.

"Can we hug you?" Phil asked.

"Yes," Ranboo said. Phil wrapped his arms and wings around the boy, engulfing him in warmth. Techno wrapped his pink wings around the pair.

Ranboo wasn't touch-starved per se, but he couldn't remember the last time he had gotten a hug. It felt nice to be hugged.

Good, good. Flock is safe. Flock is warm. Flock is home. The bird part of Ranboo's brain said.

---➳

The entire day Ranboo stayed in the nest. Once when Techno left to go to his bedroom to get another blanket Ranboo almost had a panic attack. They quickly learned to stay in Ranboo's line of sight at all times.

Overnight Ranboo wings grew an additional three feet. Now his wings were 6 feet long, and they didn't seem to be showing any signs of stopping. They didn't hurt as much, only really a dull ache in his bones.

Ranboo awoke in the morning to find Techno and Phil gone from the nest.

FLOCK IS GONE. FLOCK IS GONE. PANIC. PANIC. FLOCK IS IN DANGER?!

Ranboo felt a sound coming from the back of his throat. The rational part of his brain told him to hold in the noise. The other side told him to let out the sound. Ranboo opened his mouth and released a high-pitched chirp that sounded embarrassingly needy.

He heard footsteps running from the other room. Techno emerged, his pink wings flared out, looking for any signs of danger. His eyes landed on Ranboo in the nest who was shaking, so clearly confused and scared.

Techno let out a calming low chirp, trying to assure that everything was ok. For Ranboo's first-ever chirp it sure was powerful and loud. He climbed into the nest. Ranboo latched on to his arm like a lifeline.

"W-what sound did I just make?" The boy asked.

"You just chirped, birdie," Techno explained, giving Ranboo a reassuring smile.

The boy's eyes widened. He noticed his grip on Techno's arm and let go.

"Oh god, this bird brain thing is so weird," Ranboo said. He buried his face in his hands.

"It's not weird, it's just new. Everything you are doing is normal for fledglings," Techno reassured Ranboo.

"I'm sorry- I must be so annoying to care for right now. I promise once this is all over I won't bother you and Phil again," Ranboo rambled. Tears were forming at the corners of his eyes.

"Birdie- Ranboo, you are not bothering Phil or me. You are welcome into our flock anytime. You're still a fledgling and I know this is all new and scary. But I promise you are not bothering anyone by existing." Techno said. He cupped Ranboo's face in his hand. Ranboo leaned into the touch.

"Your wings are looking good," Techno commented after a while. Ranboo spread out his red and green wings. They were looking nice. Not quite as long as Techno's or Phil's but just as impressive. "It looks like your flight feathers are growing in. Soon we'll need to preen them."

"Preen?"

Techno grinned at the boy. "Preening is when your feathers are groomed so they grow in better and are better to fly with. From the looks of it, you'll need to be preened soon. I also need to be preened." Techno said looking at his messy pink feathers.

"Does it hurt?"

"No! It's actually quite relaxing. It builds trust and family in a flock."

Ranboo gave Techno a small smile. "It sounds nice."

"It is, trust me."

Ranboo felt another small chirp building up. Techno saw the boy struggle again.

"You can let it out birdie. It's safe to chirp here."

Ranboo let out another high pitch chirp. Techno patted Ranboo's head and replied with a chirp of his own. The two went back and forth for a while chirping.

----➳

Ranboo awoke to the smell of pancakes. He rolled over to his side in the nest. Laying next to him was Phil.

"Good morning little bird," Phil said smiling. "You've had quite the strange sleep schedule over the past few days."

Ranboo chuckled. "You bet."

Techno let out a high-pitched trill from the kitchen that Phil copied. Ranboo felt the urge to copy it as well.

"Good job," Phil said, patting Ranboo's head. "You've gotten good at bird calls."

"Thank you, Mr. Minecraft," Ranboo said.

"Please call me Phil or Philza," Phil said. Ranboo was always so insistent on being polite it was making him feel old.

"Ok, Mr.M-Phil."

"There you go mate," Phil said. "Techno is making pancakes for breakfast. Where do you want to eat? I know over the past few days we've been eating in here but I was wondering if you wanted to eat at the table. It's up to you."

EAT AT TABLE. EAT AT TABLE. SIT NEAR FLOCK.

"Let's eat at the table."

"Sounds good."

Ranboo left the nest for the first time in almost three days. His wings were fluffed and messy from sleeping in the nest for so long. He wrapped his almost 8ft long wings around him like a blanket. It was cold in the cabin. He could see the snow that was piled up from the storm. Phil was right, it had been a huge snowstorm.

Techno placed two pancakes on Ranboo's plate.

"Thank you!" Ranboo exclaimed. He quickly dived into eating the fluffy, soft, and buttery pancakes. "These are really good!" His mouth full

"Why thank you. At least one person here appreciates my cooking." Techno said glaring at Phil.

"Hey- you were horrible before I taught you," Phil teased.

Techno rolled his eyes. They