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Phil is rudely awoken by the sound of heavy bass vibrating his windows.
Well, more likely it was the pair of scaly feet that had just rammed into the back of his ribs that woke him up.
Phil squawks and feels his wings flare out behind him, snapping his teeth at whatever was trying to attack him and rolling over, hearing a thud as his assaulter falls off the bed. He squints, rubbing at his crusty eyes with a groan as a messy mop of blonde and black hair pops up from the floor, Chayanne grinning at him with all his sharp little teeth on display and wiggling his ears excitedly.
“Mate” Phil groans, thudding his head on the mattress as he feels the adrenaline in his body start to fade now that he was sure he wasn’t about to die in his sleep. “It is way too hot right now for this.” he gripes, internally bitching about the steady warmth he can now feel make itself stubbornly clear on his already sticky warm skin.
‘Guten morgen dad o7’ Chayanne greets with a loud trill and wiggle of his ears
“Good morning, Chay” Phil yawns, thudding his head back on the mattress under him with a groan as Chayanne chirps and chitters while shaking him “Maaaateeee” he whines “It's too earlyyyyy”
‘It's already 9!’
“Exactly.” He grumbles, pulling a blanket over his head to block out the sunlight in the room and immediately regretting it as it only makes him hotter “You know that's early for me, bud”
‘Daaaaadddddd’ Chayanne practically complains, whining as he stubbornly pulls at Phil's tank top to try and drag him out of bed. Phil groans and rolls over, snickering to himself as a messy wing traps his son against the bed and muffles his annoyed squawks as he tries to wiggle out.
Phil reluctantly sits up and stretches out, tittering softly under his breath in annoyance at the heat clinging to his skin and making his hair stick to the nape of his neck. The Federation had fucked up the weather regulating magic somehow, so Quesadilla Island was going through a massive heatwave while they fixed that. Meaning that for the past couple days, Phil had been utterly miserable in his own house, with all the windows open while he debated on getting a fan system set up to fight off the heat.
At least his kids were enjoying the hot weather, little dragon-hybrid bodies more than happy to sprawl out on the rugs and couches downstairs in a puddle of sunlight while Phil silently died in front of the fridge for some semblance of AC.
“ Gods , it's so fucking hot!” Phil complains, airing out his top a little and fluttering his wings to try and cool himself off from a godsdamned heat stroke “How the hell does your dad sleep so well through this??”
‘Papá is awake today ’ Chayanne informs with a pleased little flick of his tail. Phil startles as he reads the board, turning to his left and seeing that his nest was, indeed, empty aside from him.
“No mames” Phil laughs incredulously, running a hand through his hair and wincing as his fingers snag in a tangle “Well shit. Now I have to get up, huh?”
Chayanne screeches happily and bounces on the balls of his feet as Phil stands and properly stretches out his back and healing wings, warbling excitedly as he circles his father.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah” Phil snorts, ruffling Chayanne's hair and further messing it up, grinning as his son hisses in protest “I'm up ya little shit. Where's your sister? Is she also awake?”
‘She's down at the beach with everyone else’
“Beach-?” Phil starts before a loud blast of music blares past the veranda he'd left open the night before to let a breeze into the house.
Now that he's properly awake, Phil is made well aware of the chaos outside his house, lively chatter heard over loud music thumping away from the beach. He smiles a little at the noise, huffing a bit before turning towards his son
“Another day, another party at the Death Family house, huh Chayanne?”
Chayanne nods in agreement, chittering away as he sits over in the nook and waits for Phil to change into something presentable. It’s just the usual cargo shorts and green button up, pinning up his longish hair into a rare bun to keep it off his neck and tucking a pair of sunglasses in his shirt pocket for the sun. He and Chayanne take the elevator down to the first floor before heading outside, Phil squinting at the bright morning sunlight glaring down at them and adjusting his hat a little to try and block it.
“RISE AND SHINE OLD MAN!!” Tubbo yells over the speakers of his DJ table, headphones around his neck as he grins at the avian coming down the stairs “It’s Philza fuckin’ Minecraaaaaftt!!”
Phil simply flips him off, laughing as Tubbo starts up a new, extra loud song in retaliation.
“Bom dia, Phil!” Bagi greets from a beach lounger under an umbrella, Tina sunbathing beside her while Niki and Mouse help Empanada make sandcastles
“Morning!” He greets, snorting as he sees and hears Cellbit and Baghera zoom past on the river in a motor boat, dragging Richarlyson and Pomme on wakeboards behind them screaming in delight as Richarlyson jumps a wave with surprising ease considering he only had one leg on at the minute.
Tallulah rushes up to him once he’s on the beach, tail wagging excitedly as she hugs him before pulling out a board to write on
‘Buenos días papa!’ She writes, staking it into the sand to write a new one ‘apá is awake today!! :D’
“Buenos días, Llulah” Phil hums, patting her head and planting a kiss on the top of her striped bandanna “Missa's up for once?” He laughs, stumbling a little as Chayanne clings to his waist and tries to topple him while Tallulah nods “So that means you two already have your sunscreen and stretches done, yeah?”
Both children pause, sharing a look between themselves before smiling sheepishly up at their father.
‘Oops?’ Chyanne holds up
‘Nope’ Tallulah bluntly answers
“Guys- Hey!!” Phil shrieks as the two children screech and caw and take off away from him, cackling loudly as they race down the pier and dive into the water to escape him. “Fucking hell, last thing I need is them getting sunburnt” He grumbles, going over to the side of the house where he knows the grill, and therefore his husband, is.
Sure enough, Missa is chatting with Sunny sipping an umbrellaed drink under the dappled shade of the trees as he tends to the sizzling meat set over the coals. His husband is in blue swim trunks, flip-flops and a sleeveless purple hoodie, mask over his eyes and dark hair pulled half up in a ponytail, the outlines of his bones traced along his skin. Phil smiles at the sight, pressing a finger to his lips to silence Sunny as he sneaks up behind his husband still chattering away and waving his tongs around.
“Morning, Missa” Phil greets, wrapping his arms around his husband’s middle and chuckling as the taller yelps in surprise, grinning up at the reaper when he turns to him in shock and rests his chin on Missa’s shoulder “Finally up?”
“Philza!!” Missa shouts in obvious glee, golden eyes blazing under his mask as he twists around to properly hug his partner, the two laughing together as they stumble around a little, Phil giggling as Missa presses small, chaste kisses along his jaw in greeting. “Aaaaa ya te despertaste! Finally!”
“Finally!” Phil agrees with a laugh, pulling away a bit before hooking his hand around the back of Missa’s neck and gently tugging him down to press their foreheads together “Hiya mate, missed you” he murmurs quietly, unable to hide his smile as Missa flushes purple, skin under his hand growing chill as the reaper slumps forward to lean on his chest
“Phiiiillllllll” Missa wails, making Philza crack up as he pats his husband’s back soothingly “Perdonameeeeeeee”
“It’s fine love, it’s fine” Phil laughs, practically sinking into the glorious coolness his husband was radiating against him, shielding him from the terrible, awful heat of the island “We’re both awake now, that’s what matters-”
‘Gross’ Sunny holds up with a wrinkle of her snout, sticking her forked tongue out at Phil who sticks his tongue out in return
“Go away, pipsqueak. Uncle Phil wants time with his husband without your judgment” Phil huffs, flaring his wings a bit at the dragonet who hops off her little stool with a haughty snort and marches in the direction of the DJ table with her drink “Spoiled brat.”
“Ay, Phil, I was talking to her-”
“Not anymore you’re not” Phil snickers, swallowing down a pitiful whine as Missa pulls away, taking his cold with him “Man, this weather, huh?” He airs his shirt a little with a sigh, feeling like his skin was ready to melt off his bones “When are they fixing the damn island already?”
“I quite like it” Missa admits, turning back to his previous duties and merely humming when Phil goes and drapes himself over his shoulders with a happy chirp “It’s not often I’m warm enough to wear short sleeves”
“Yeah, not gonna lie, it’s a bit weird seeing so much of your skin outside of the house for once” Phil snorts, fiddling with a lock of Missa’s hair as he presses closer to his husband’s chill
“Ah…”
“Not in a bad way” He quickly reassures, pressing a soft kiss on the side of Missa’s neck and chuckling to himself as he feels Missa shiver “Just rare. I like it” he hums, running a hand down Missa’s bare arm and grinning as he hears a soft rattle start up in his partner’s chest “...are you purring-”
“I don’t purr!!” Missa shrieks, cheeks and neck going up in a bright lavender as Phil cackles, turning a little and swatting at his giggling spouse “It’s not a purr, puta madre -”
“Sounds like a purr” Phil shrugs, ducking as Missa swipes at him with a spatula “I’m just calling it as I hear it-”
“That's it. Fuera. Fuera de mi cocina, vete pa ‘lla con los niños, cabrón” Missa orders, shoving Phil towards the direction of the beach
“Missaaaaaa” Phil whines, flopping back and flapping his wings pitifully “Maaaaateeee~”
“Sacate!!”
“Loveeyyyyyy” he tries instead, grinning triumphantly as he feels Missa falter a little and the faint rattle grows louder “Come on, mate. I’m sorry, I won’t call it a purr, promise”
“Fine.” Missa huffs, turning away back to the grill and letting Phil nearly topple over at the sudden lack of support.
Phil says nothing about the bright purple hue tinting his husband’s ears.
“Thank youuuu” the blonde chuckles, going right back to draping over Missa’s back “Anyway, what are you making? Carne asada?”
“Claro” Missa snorts, prodding at some of the food he was cooking “Carne asada, un poco de birria allá en un hoyo- que no te caes, y Chayanne me ayudó con los chiles rellenos” He points to the stuffed chilies he has on a tray next to the grill, waiting to cook.
“Fuck yes ” Phil quietly cheers, making Missa laugh a little at his enthusiasm “Aw, mate I love carne asada”
“I know you do” Missa snickers, turning a little to kiss Phil's cheek “You and all the other carnivores en el pinche vecindario”
“...true” Phil sighs, wrapping his arms a little tighter now around Missa's middle, hands fiddling with the hoodie “I haven't tried those chile things yet, what are they?”
“Chiles rellenos?” Missa repeats, Phil nodding in confirmation “Ah, they're poblano peppers that have been scooped and stuffed with cheese or meat. Technically I need to fry them, but I'll do that later- …Cuervito.”
“Hmm?”
“What are you doing??” Missa asks, looking down at Phil's hands slowly slipping under his hoodie
“What d'you mean?” Phil yawns, pressing his palms against Missa's chilled skin and thrumming contentedly at the respite from the heat it provides
“You know what I'm talking about” Missa scolds “Are you using me as a cooler again?”
“Whaaaatttt? Nooooooo” Phil lies, pulling his now squirming partner closer “I would never~”
“Yes you are! You do this all the time in bed-” Missa squawks, swatting at his arms as Phil's hands only travel higher up his shirt “Oye! Pa dónde van tus manos-”
“Maaateeeee” Phil complains, tightening his grip on Missa as the reaper lets out a small, strangled noise “It's too hot out, especially by the grill-”
“Entonces métete pa tras en la casa!” Missa chokes out, Phil being able to feel the rattle of his ribs under his fingers “Ya! You can't do this, los niños están allá-”
“Eh, they're too busy getting sunburnt in the lake- which, by the way, we're gonna have to hunt them down to put sunscreen on them soon” Phil grumbles, wings fluttering a little as Missa finally seems to give up in his struggle and accept the fact Phil's hands were now just resting on his chest for the foreseeable future “Both of them. A skeleton and a white man make for shit sun protection genetics, even if Llulah managed to copy some of your melanin. It's a miracle neither of them have burst into flames yet.”
“Carajo, se me olvidó ponerlos sunscreen” Missa groans, leaning his head back onto Phil's shoulder “It's gonna take forever to catch them, they're so fast!”
“Maybe we can trick them” Phil schemes, narrowing his eyes a little as he looks over at the beach “I can probably convince their godparents or Cellbit to help us”
“Do you have the sunscreen on you?” Missa asks, refocusing on his cooking
“...no.”
“Well, you'd need that first, wouldn't you, cariño?” He chuckles, laughing a little louder as Phil groans and buries his face away in the crook of Missa's neck
“Maybe I should let them burn, just so they learn to put it on ahead of time” Phil muses
“ Amor. ”
“Fine, fine I'll go get it” Phil titters, resting his chin back on Missa's shoulder and squeezing his husband a little “In a bit though, they'll be fine for a few more minutes…”
“I missed you too, querido”