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He was doing it. Fundy was finally going to do it.
He had already come out to his dad, but it was time to face Philza.
Wilbur was standing next to him, a hand on his shoulder as the pair stood on the doorstep to Wilbur’s childhood home.
“Dad, what if Grandpa hates me?” Fundy asked, voice small.
Wilbur let out a little chuckle. “Trust me, Fl—Fundy, he won’t hate you at all. I think you’ll be surprised.”
Fundy held a hesitant hand up to the door in front of him, hovering over the wood.
He hadn’t seen his grandpa in forever, and he didn’t know the man’s stance on trans rights, although his dad assured him Phil was accepting. It did nothing to curb Fundy’s nerves though.
“Hey, Funds, if you’re not ready to do this today, we don’t have to,” his dad said gently, squeezing his shoulder. “We can always come back another day, or I could talk to him for you.”
Fundy shook his head quickly. “No, no. I want to do this myself.” He looked up at his father, eyes determined. “I need to do this for myself.”
Wilbur smiled. “That’s my boy.”
Fundy beamed.
He turned back to the door, knocking once, twice, three times before dropping his hand back down.
Footsteps came from inside the house, and Fundy tensed, bracing himself for what was to come.
The door swung open, and there, wings spread, hair tied back, and an easy smile on his face, was Philza Minecraft.
“Wil!” the man said, his smile turning into a grin as he saw his son. Phil opened his arms, and Wilbur fell into them easily, laughing.
“Hey, dad!” Fundy’s own dad stepped back, pushing the fox-hybrid forward to take his place.
If at all possible, Phil’s face lit up even more. “And how’s my favorite granddaughter?” Phil asked, face beaming and arms opening up.
Fundy wasted no time throwing himself into his grandpa’s arms, but he couldn’t help the flinch that came from the misgendering.
“Actually dad,” Wilbur said, “that’s what we came here today to talk to you about.”
Fundy looked up, trying to gauge Phil’s reaction. The older man was looking down at the fox hybrid, a spark of understanding growing in his eyes. Instead of immediately looking disgusted, however, Phil just gave Fundy a warm smile.
Fundy felt his heart sink. Maybe grandpa didn’t understand just yet, then.
“Well, let’s not leave you standing out here in the cold. Why don’t you come inside, and I’ll get us some tea before we talk. Does that sound okay, mate?”
This last part was directed at Fundy, and the boy nodded hesitantly.
Phil guided his grandson into the house, arm still firmly wrapped around Fundy’s shoulders. Fundy snuggled into it, relishing in the warmth. After all, this could be the last time he got to hug his grandpa.
Phil puttered about the kitchen, going through the process of making all three of the men tea.
As they were waiting for the kettle to boil, Fundy decided now was the time to speak up. If things went badly, he wouldn’t be forced to stick around for social niceties over a cup of tea. And if things went well, then Fundy would have a nice cup of tea to celebrate!
“Uh, Grandpa?” Fundy started, voice soft.
“What’s up, mate?” Phil asked, turning away from the stove and towards his grandson.
“Uh. Well, I, uh. I’mtranspleasedon’thateme,” he rushed out all at once.
Phil laughed. “One more time, mate, slower please.” The winged man took a sip of his drink, eyes sparkling.
“Old man,” Fundy’s dad teased.
Phil rolled his eyes. “Says the man who now has an almost-grown kid!”
Fundy giggled before his mood suddenly dropped. Right. He took in a deep breath and tried again. “Grandpa, I’m trans.”
Philza blinked. “Okay. Name and pronouns?”
Fundy’s jaw dropped. “You’re not mad?”
Wilbur smiled, nudging Fundy gently. “See? What’d I tell you? Grandpa Phil is just as accepting as I am!”
Phil didn’t seem to hate him yet, Fundy mused, so maybe things would turn out okay after all.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Phil asked, looking amused. “I have a trans son, having a trans grandson doesn’t change anything.”
“Who else is trans?” Fundy asked, then winced. “Sorry, sorry, that was out of line.”
Philza laughed. “It’s okay, mate. He’s been out for a while, though I guess not many people on your server know that. I’ll give you a hint: it’s your uncle.”
Fundy’s eyes widened. “Technoblade?” he asked, almost horrified. Fundy wasn’t sure he wanted to be associated with the violent piglin-hybrid that way.
Phil laughed. “No, your uncle Tommy!”
“Uncle Tommy?” Fundy asked, eyes wide. “TommyInnit is trans?”
Wilbur laughed. “He sure is. My little brother and your uncle would be the best person to talk to if you have any questions. Phil and I can help, but he should probably be your go-to person. We’ll talk to him when we get back to L’Manburg, okay?”
Fundy nodded his head excitedly. He didn’t know there were any other trans males on the server, let alone in his own family! This was the best day ever!