!!Disclaimer!!

As many of you may can guess, I don't understand a single Spanish word. But I am learning through the smp!

Everything written in Spanish is through the usage of Google translate, and it's only like three sentences, so don't worry. I apologize in advance to anyone who might actually understand Spanish.

Now on to the oneshot :)

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He had always been a parent, to some degree.

For centuries, it has been his crows that he took care off, his murder that referred to him as their father. He has watched many crows be born and die of old age, has cared for them all their life, kept them safe and in return has been kept safe by them too. And he loves his crows dearly, despite how annoying they can be.

Then it was an actual child, a real baby given to him by his beloved wife, a baby born out of their love. It was a difference to taking care of birds, much more challenging and tiring and scary even, but that was normal for parenthood. At least he thinks it is. Wilbur had been a new light in his life, bright and warm and full of life, sharing so many similarities to Kristin. And now he was grown up, an aspiring musician touring the world and following his dream.

Phil was so incredibly proud of him.

He had picked up other children on the way too. Orphans or teens looking for a parental figure, had taken them in and raised them the best he could. Whether or not they turned out alright is to be determined... though he thinks Tommy could have turned out way worse without control, so his parenting can't be that bad.

But... after his boys had grown up and left the nest, he figured his times as a parent are over. Both because he doesn't have any kids of his own anymore and because he doesn't feel ready to adopt again any time soon. He could take some time to himself, go on adventures again and build monuments in random places when he felt like it. Only his birds remain by his side, loyal companions that never leave him.

He didn't expect that his vacation visit to this new island would change that. Honestly, he didn't expect anything special to happen when he got the train ticket and invitation for a vacation on Quesadilla Island. And the first few days went pretty well! Ignoring the fact that they more or less accidentally blew up a big part of the huge wall and now weren't really allowed to leave. But hey, he gets to see some familiar faces again, like Foolish and Fit and especially Wilbur!

He built himself a cozy spot on top of the wall, a safe place easy to reach with his wings. It wasn't the most beautiful thing he has ever built, rather basic and simple compared to his usual builds, but it was shelter and safe. That's all he needs for now, until he has aquired all the tools and resources he needs to improve it to something greater.

But now... now he stood in front of a familiar challenge.

A piece of paper in his hand, cursive writing binding him to a partner he doesn't know, tasked with taking care of the hatchling of a dragon that has left them behind on the island. Taking care of a new child, that was sitting in a glass displaying section alongside the other hatchlings, other paired up people already cooing over the children and deciding which one to adopt.

It seem like he was forced to be a father once more.

"Philza?" He turned towards the voice, heavy spanish accent letting him know it was his partner for this challenge. Missa looked at him, head tilted in question, bone mask covering his face. They had briefly chatted before, but are nothing more than acquaintances at best. Hopefully that will change soon and he'll actually help Phil watch over the kid. "You okay man?" Phil looked back at the room full of children waiting to be taken care of. "Yeah. Just got lost in thought. Let's get our child." The bone mask stayed focused on him a little longer, silently watching him for any hint of his real thoughts, before turning to look through the glass again.

Most children have already been picked up, leaving only three in the cases. Phil hummed and turned to face one of them, Missa right behind him. Inside was a small child, looking like a human-dragon hybrid of sorts. They'd been told something about the dragon magic turning them into this when the mother left, but he hadn't really paid any attention to the story. Magic was magic, after all, no reason to explain that one to an immortal.

The child had light blonde, almost white hair, black and purple scales covering most of their skin, glowing yellow eyes and little horns on their forehead. They wore rather... torn clothes, covering most of their body, but at least they were clothed, considering they had been turned from dragon hatchlings to a human hybrid. Two tiny wings fluttered on their back and their small hands and feet formed claws at the end, similar to his own talons. And finally, a bright yellow duck floaty sat around their waist, which was the most bizarre thing about them really. Where did they even get that from?

"What about this one? They look adorable. " The child perked up at his voice, crawling closer to the glass. Missa hummed and knelt down to place a hand against the glass, smiling when the child copied him, staring up at him with big eyes. "I like him. Or her... you have an idea what it is?" "No clue." Phil began to open the small slide door in the glass, carefully reaching in to pick the child up. They squealed and reached up with clawed hands, showing sharp teeth. So they can't be that young then, unless they hatched with them.

"Awwwe they're so cute!" Phil cradled the kid carefully while Missa let them play with his fingers, wincing when they started biting him. "Ow ow ow Nonono no biting Papá!" He pulled his hand away while Phil laughed, then cooed and smiled down at the small creature in his arms, who wriggled around excitedly, making small squealing and chirping noises and grabby hands towards Missa's hand. "How could anyone leave such adorable things behind? Bad mother dragon." Phil snorted, adjusting his hold on the child while Missa stood back up.

"Well... what do we name them? Any ideas? I'm not really good at naming things, it usually ends up in Dave or something similar."  He'd been lucky that Kristin had been the one to name Wilbur and his adopted kids already had names. Hell even Techno was better at naming his pets than Phil was. His cats are named POG and CHAMP after all.

Missa looked at the little dragon, who yawned and curled into Phil's chest, now that they were finally warm for the first time in gods know how long. The wall exploded almost two weeks ago. Were the dragonlings alone the entire time? He couldn't help but wrap a wing around the kid protectively. They were so small... small and adorable and vulnerable and oh gods his instincts are already kicking in again. It hadn't even taken five minutes for him to get attached.

"Chayanne. Let's name him Chayanne." So a boy then? "How do you know it's a boy?" "I don't know. Just looks like one. Hey little guy, are you a boy or girl?" Little Chayanne stared up at them with big eyes, making a little cheeping sound. "Okayyy... You know what? Chayanne is a beautiful name Missa, and can be uses for both boy and girl, so it's fine. We can keep it."

Missa grinned under his mask, looking around the adoption center. Most new parents have filtered out by now, taking their kids with them. "So... where do we take Chayanne? Your house or mine?" Phil thought about his home on the wall, his safe place far away from trouble. But Chayanne's wings weren't developed and Missa also didn't have any at all. They would be at risk staying up there, they could fall off and get hurt. "Well... mine is on top of the wall. Not that safe for a little kid, but we could make it work if we have to. Yours?"

Missa looked up at the roof of the adoption center, as if he could see his home from there. "I live inside walls actually. Hollowed out part and just moved in with my things. Not pretty, but safe for the nights. I'm outside most of day anyways." Phil nodded, looking down at the sleeping child in his arms. For a second he saw a time long past, with a brown haired baby bundled in blankets curled against him, tiny black wings hidden behind his back, resembling his own.

Missa gently nudged at his side, distracting him from his memories. "We can try yours for now. Chayanne won't fall off as long as we keep him close. A house seems like a better idea than a cave." He wasn't so sure about that, but it was worth a try. Not that he would let Chayanne out of his sight any time soon. They leave the adoption center together, shoulders brushing together as they both try to stay close to their new kid.

Foolish and Vegetta were lingering around the open door, very loudly discussing something concerning their kid, or more like the lack of a kid, with the help of the new translator they have been provided today. Right, he forgot about those, he hadn't used them yet. Missa had been trying his best to speak English this whole time.

"I usually get up there by flying... there is no safe way up besides climbing the vines maybe." They looked up at the towering wall, squinting against the high noon sun. Looking at it from down here, it seemed a lot higher than what it looked like from his house at the top. "How strong are your wings?" "Huh?" Missa eyed the black feathers currently curled around Chayanne, then up at his face. "How strong?" "If you are asking if I could carry you up, then maybe. I've carried people while flying before, it's just difficult. I wasn't sure if it's a good idea with Chayanne..."

Missa carefully took Chayanne from Phil's arms, who let him take him, though a bit confused. "I can hold Chayanne while you fly so you can focus better. And I have glider on me, if anything happens." Phil huffs, a small smile on his face. "I can just fly down if something does happen. Would be a lot faster than a glider." "Shhhh I'm being a good Papá." Now he laughed, feathers ruffling behind him. This might not turn out to be that bad after all, taking care of Chayanne with an almost stranger.

"Alright then. Hold on tight, it's gonna be a bumpy ride." Phil let Missa wrap one arm around him, the other holding tight onto their son. He wrapped both of his arms around Missa, grunting as he lifts him off the ground bridal style. Gods it's been a while since he had to do any heavy lifting. He started flapping his wings a few times as a test, before pushing himself off the ground with a strong beat. It's definitely been a loong while since he carried a person, the last one probably beening Techno months and months ago when he had been hurt, a rare occurrence for both of them.

Slower than usual he climbed higher and higher into the sky, wings beating hard against gravity to keep them in the air. Chayanne squealed loudly, eyes wide and a big grin on his face while Phil flew them up. By the time they reached the top of the wall, sweat dripped down his forehead. But they were up, which is all that counts. Missa was set down gently before he half collapsed onto the floor himself, panting and wings splayed out over the stone. Gods he really is getting too old for this shit. And he'd stopped training frequently without his sparing partner. His crows will have a field day mocking him later.

"You okay man? Are you hurt?" Phil just held up his hand up with a thumbs-up, perfectly fine with just laying in the shade of the tree for a bit until his heartbeat has calmed down again. Rather than exploring as he had expected him to do, his partner decided to sit down next to him, leaning against the tree. Chayanne was still wriggling around excitedly, looking around the new area with big eyes. It's like this is the first time it was outside.

"Nice place you got up here. I am worried about the dirt roof. Won't it rott or collapse or..." Phil rolled on his back, looking over at the house. It does look odd on the outside. So mission accomplished on that part. He and his crows were laughing their asses off while he had built that stupid dirt roof. "Don't worry, there's an actual roof under there. I just thought a dirt layer on top would look funny."  "Ohhh okay." Missa hummed, looking around the area from his spot on the ground.

Phil fought his way back into a sitting position, starting to fiddle with the translator box they've been given. "What are you doing?" "Trying to set up the translator so you can speak in Spanish. It's not really fair to force you into speaking English the whole time."  It took a while to figure out the settings, which sections needed Spanish and which English, but they got it working eventually. All while Chayanne was sat in Missa's lap, munching on some toast he's been given.

"Alright. This should work now. Do you see it?" Missa waited for Phil's translator to do a little 'ding' noise, then looked above his head, where a little floating bubble showed a spanish translation. "It works! It's spanish!" Phil cheered, wings fluttering. "Okay okay say something in spanish now!" "Okay um... Realmente espero que esto funcione correctamente. ¿Está funcionando bien?" Phil waited patiently for the translator to work. He can understand some of those words, but he still wants to make sure.

"I really hope this works correctly. Is it working okay?"

"Yes! It works great!" They grin, the excitement obvious, until Chayanne demanded attention again. In his hands a little sign that read "FEED". "¿De dónde sacó eso?" "Does it matter? Easier to speak to him like this." Phil got up, gently patting Chayanne on the head before going to grab some food for his new son. Missa got up and followed him to the house, bouncing the little dragon in his arms.

The house was small, big enough for only Phil really, but it was comfy. A bed pushed in the corner, blankets thrown about on it. A desk with a chair at the foot of the bed, against the other wall. The opposite wall was fully taken up by a kitchen setup with furnaces and an improvised icebox. Well and outside in front of the house was a small field supplying him with wheat. 

"Casa acogedora." "Thank you! I like small cozy houses, never know what to do with all the space in big ones apart from just stacking chests everywhere." Missa snorted, carefully placing Chayanne down on the floor so he can explore. Which he immediately did, right towards Phil's bed, which made the older male laugh. Chayanne climbed onto the bed, squealing happily as he dove into the mountain of blankets. "You like my nest Chayanne?" The little dragonling curled up, purring as his little wings spread out over the bed.

Phil cooed, almost burning his hand on the furnace, too busy watching the adorable scene play out. "Parece que ya le gusta más tu casa." "Huh?" Phil looked away from the bed, quickly catching the translation bubble.
"Looks like he likes your house more already."

"Would that be a bad thing?" "Nonono. I like it too. Safe. Warm." The avian carefully removed the now cooked beef from the furnace, letting it cool down for a bit. "I mean, if you want to, we can make the house a little bigger and have you live up here too? Or get your own house set up here. Should be pretty easy. And a water elevator so you can get up and down! Or... just up and then down with the paraglider. And-!"

Missa laughed and shook him by the shoulders. "Slow down! I need translation if you talk fast!" "Sorry sorry." Phil waited for the translator to catch up, bringing the cooled down steak over to Chayanne now, who happily began munching on it. "For your information Chayanne, this is the only time you are allowed to eat in bed." The little dragon grinned up at him, a happy squeal, then back to eating.

"Really? Move in with you? I don't want to be a... uh... bother?" Missa fiddled with a lose threat of his shirt, his mask glancing at everything but Phil really. The older couldn't help but smile. Wasn't that a familiar situation... "We do need to make the house bigger, even if only Chayanne moves in with me, so it's not a problem to get you in as well. Unless you prefer your home more, that's okay too. You worked hard to hollow out all your rooms." "Oh... can I think about it?" "Of course. We're not starting on the house today, I'm too tired for that."

As if on queue, Phil had to cover his mouth to hide a yawn, making Missa laugh. "I'll let you sleep then. Need lots of rest if we really get tasks to do with the kids. See you tomorrow?" "I can set up a second bed if you want to stay. I got the wool for it." "Nahhh its okay. Got some things left to do in my home." Phil nods, slowly, deciding to just pat Missa on the shoulder. "Alright. Get home safe. See you tomorrow."

He went to ruffle Chayanne's hair, wishing him a good night before leaving the house. Phil yawned again, stretching his arms and wings out. "Well Chayanne. Time for bed." The little dragonling chirped and immediately curled up against him after Phil made himself comfortable in the bed. He immediately wrapped an arm around the small kid, a wing layered over them as an extra blanket. "Goodnight Chayanne..." But instead of going to sleep, the dragonling pulled out a new little sign, staring up at him with the biggest puppy eyes he has ever seen.

"STORY"

"You want a bedtime story?" An eager nod was the answer, tiny tail wagging under the blankets. Phil smiled, gently stroking through his hair. "Let me think of one." He knows a thousand different stories, all tales he learned during his travels. But none of them seemed right for a child. Maybe a classic fairytale? Those never seem to get boring for children.

His eyes wander about the room, landing on his hat on the table. A little golden pendant dangled from it, a small golden crown. Almost instantly, he reached up to the familiar earring dangling from his own ear. "I have a good one." Chayanne wiggled closer to him, staring up at him with even bigger eyes, a big grin on his face. Phil smiled too, getting more comfortable.

"Let me tell you the legend of Technoblade..."