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Baby Birds Can't Fly Themselves To The Nest

Summary:

“What?” Tommy snarled, slightly creeped out. “Jealous?”

Philza just stared, wide eyed. “You’re a nestling.” He whispered quietly, in utter awe. “Just a nestling.”

Tommy was thoroughly freaked out and just snarled “Fuck off” before going back to whatever he was doing before, expecting that to be the end of it.

It was not the end of it

OR- After his resurrection Tommy started to grow wings. Phil's protective instincts kick in.

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(See the end of the work for notes and other works inspired by this one.)

Chapter 1

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His wings were supposed to be a secret. No one was ever supposed to know. The fluffy white wings that insisted on growing after his resurrection were never supposed to be seen by the light of day. 

 

Tommy should have known it wasn’t going to be easy.

 

His feet raced through the trees, the wretched wings pressed tightly against his back as he panted. Tommy couldn’t stop now, couldn’t even slow down to try and find out where exactly he was. He could only keep racing deeper into the forest, where the branches and leaves were getting thicker. 

 

Hopefully then Techno, who was following behind, wouldn’t be able to duck through the tight trunks as easily as Tommy. Hopefully then Philza wouldn’t be able to see him as he flew above the trees.

 

Tommy swerved, trying to lose his tail, though let out a cuss when a voice from above yelled “He turned left!”

 

In all honesty Tommy didn’t even know why Philza and Techno were chasing him, or why they had been acting so odd since they learned about his wings.

 

It started a week ago. Tommy thought he was completely alone, so he didn’t bother hiding them. Phil just happened to be in the area, and Tommy couldn’t cover up in time.

 

Still he didn’t really expect any sort of reaction besides some minor surprise. Phil had wings too. But instead of merely raising an eyebrow or giving him an odd glance Phil full on froze at the sight of Tommy’s fluffy wings.

 

“What?” Tommy snarled, slightly creeped out. “Jealous?” 

 

Philza just stared, wide eyed. “You’re a nestling.” He whispered quietly, in utter awe. “Just a nestling.”

 

Tommy was thoroughly freaked out and just snarled “Fuck off” before going back to whatever he was doing before, expecting that to be the end of it.

 

However the very next day Techno started lurking around his house. Techno always avoided people and really only stayed in his arctic house, avoiding literally everyone he could. Techno isn’t the type of person to just loiter around. He has to be there for a reason.

 

If Tommy knew what was good for him he probably would have went back inside, locked his door, and turned the lights off. But honestly he stopped caring if he lived or died ages ago, so he stormed right up to the piglin, utterly furious.

 

“Oi! What the fuck do you want dickhead?” He snarled, getting right into Techno’s face. 

 

Techno snuffed, looking up and down with an oddly analytic glint in his eyes. Instead of answering the question he merely said “Phil was right.”

 

Tommy’s brows furrowed “Hey! Right about what?”

 

Oddly enough this caused the bigger man to frown. “He was right about you not looking well.”

 

This angered the blonde, but he couldn’t argue. Tommy hadn’t been taking care of himself like he should. He was thin, his appetite never truly returning after exile. There were dark circles under his eyes, as he could not sleep for more than a few hours without being jolted awake by nightmares. The self-isolation probably wasn’t helping either

 

Still, he snarled “Fuck off, who cares.”

 

Techno shrugged. “Phil apparently, so I care too.” 

 

Tommy didn’t care. He didn’t need those two’s attention, didn’t even want it. The blonde stormed away, back to his house and closed the door, hoping that they would go away and leave him be.

 

Phil and Techno very much did not leave him be. Every day they were there, lurking outside his door. Techno was odd, but mostly uncaring. He kept a watchful eye, but let Tommy do his own thing. Even though he sometimes brought up Tommy’s lack of breaks as he worked, or he advised Tommy to eat some lunch. Every time Tommy cussed him out.

 

Philza, however, acted far differently. He hovered and fretted, always trying to usher Tommy to rest, to take it easy. Unlike Techno he wouldn’t back off after being yelled at. Instead he’d get more insistent that Tommy needs to rest. When the blonde told the other man that he wasn’t planning on eating lunch Phil freaked out. He practically dragged Tommy away from the tower he was working, all while ranting about how Tommy couldn’t afford to skip meals. Then he pulled out some bread and meat before pressuring Tommy to eat it. When Tommy finally relented, Philza made odd chirps that caused Tommy’s head to feel fuzzy and soft. Philza made it even odder by combing his hands through Tommy’s feathers. It felt nice, he wouldn't lie, but it made it hard to think, almost like he was on drugs.

 

Tommy always kept his wings covered after that, though he no longer refused Philza’s lunch.

 

He was hoping that after a few days Phil would calm down and back off. If anything they seemed to get even clinger, even more protective.

 

It all came to head not even an hour ago when Tommy fell out of his cobblestone tower.

 

It wasn’t high enough to be fatal, but the fall was still pretty severe. The wind was knocked out of him, and Tommy couldn’t breathe. His wings were red hot with pain, too painful to cry out. The wings had to be broken.

 

“Tommy!” Techno’s gruff voice called out in panic, and for once the blonde was glad he was there. Still, he couldn’t call out for the piglin. He could barely even breathe. 

 

His concerned face came into view above the boy, who was too out of it to see how odd that was. “Tommy, Tommy, are you ok? Can you breathe?”

 

It took him a second to understand what Techno was saying, but he nodded, and Techno let out a sign of relief. 

 

“I’ve called Phil” Techno mumbled, gingerly slipping his arms under Tommy’s shoulder and knees. His crooked wings flailed out beneath him, twitching in pain. “I’ll get you a potion.”

 

Tommy’s house was nearby, and the door was unlocked. Usually he’d protest Techno storming inside his house, but he was in too much pain. 

 

The piglin gently placed him on the couch, before spreading his fluffy wings out as gently as he could, though Tommy still groaned in pain. “I know Theseus” he reassured “Just drink this.” A bottle was held to his mouth, and Tommy instinctively gulped down the liquid. A familiar warmth spread through his body and into his wings. The pain turned into a numbing tingle as the bones bent back into shape.

 

With the excruciating pain gone Tommy could finally breathe. Slowly he sat back up, coughing awkwardly. “Thanks” the blonde forced out as the healing potion slowly drained his energy, leaving his limbs sore and head spinning.

 

Techno grunted, but didn’t have a chance to say anything before the door slammed open.

 

“Tommy! Tommy! Are you ok? Are you in pain? Oh my poor boy!” Phil rushed to his side and started chirping nervously.

 

Tommy bit down on his lip hard to keep his own chirps contained, though it made him more distressed not to make a noise. Philza noticed his lack of noise and frowned, but didn’t chirp again. Instead he gently brushed his fingers though Tommy’s wings, making the young blonde preen.

 

“You poor thing” Phil murmured, much calmer now that he could see that Tommy was ok. “You’re so young, just a hatchling, poor baby” If Tommy was a bit more lucid he would have been panicking, but the hands grooming his wings made him feel all fuzzy. “Don’t worry, we’re going to take you home, little one.” 

 

That jerked Tommy back to consciousness, and thoroughly freaked him out. What freaked him out more was Techno casually leaning in front of the door, blocking anyone from leaving.

 

“Wait what? I’m home though. This is literally my home.” Tommy protested, before trying to pull away. Phil instead grabbed his shoulders and gripped him tightly.

 

The older avian let out a laugh “No Tommy, no. You’re so young, you need a nest and someone to care for, not a dirt shack. You shouldn’t even be outside! You’re so young, your instincts haven’t even come in yet.” Phil shook his head. “This simply won’t do. Don’t worry, I’ve already set up a nest in the arctic for you. It’ll be a safe place for all your instincts to come in.”

 

Tommy just balked at him, not sure if he was being serious or not. It had to be some sort of weird joke right? Nervously the nestling chuckled “No, I’m good here.”

 

Techno frowned and Philza looked perturbed, his grey feathers ruffling. “No you very much aren’t good here. You’re completely alone in a house that is falling apart, and you clearly aren’t taking care of yourself. Come back to the arctic with us, we’ll take care of everything.”

 

Tommy chuckled nervously at the thought that Philza might actually be serious. “That’s not necessary. I’m fine just staying here.”

 

Techno let out a grunt “We weren’t asking.”

 

Tommy went pale, and Philza immediately rushed to reassure him. “Now, now, no reason to get so grim.” He preened, before gently combing through Tommy’s wings. Despite himself Tommy started to relax. “See? You just need someone to help you with your instincts, to hone them. Trying to repress them will just hurt you, or hurt you more.” He tutted “You really haven't been taking care of yourself, have you?” His words were followed by a chirp that made Tommy’s head even fuzzier.

 

Of course despite the warm feeling that burrowed in his chest and gentle fogginess in his head Tommy was still aware enough to tell that something was very wrong. Though he didn’t find himself caring as much as he should have.

 

“Can I-” He mumbled softly, before stopping to swallow a chirp. “Can I pack some of my stuff?”

 

Phil beamed “Of course! It would be great to have some of your own things for the nest. Gather everything you need, we have plenty of room for all of it.” Philza gently ushered him away to his bedroom with a doting expression. Tommy’s head was still fuzzy, but he knew he needed to think.

 

Pushing away the instincts to grab everything soft in his room and curl up in them Tommy stumbled to his mirror and slapped himself hard, jolting him back to reality.

 

He still didn’t know why everyone was acting so weird, but he wanted no part of whatever the Hell was going on. 

 

His room had a window, and while it didn’t open it was easy to break. He shoved a full chest in front of the door before shattering the glass. “Tommy?” Phil’s concerned voice rang through the house. He ignored it and jumped out the window, ignoring how the glass shards cut through his skin. He would have a minute head start, tops.

 

Tommy doesn’t even know how long he’s been running, but he’s exhausted, his lungs are screaming, and he’s not sure how long he can keep going. No matter how good his stamina is, Techno could outrun him easily. His only advantage is that he’s smaller. Usually Techno is slightly faster but he can’t navigate through the trees as quickly as Tommy. It still wasn’t enough.

 

The thicket ahead was starting to thin, the exact opposite of what Tommy wanted. He let out another cuss and swerved right. He ignored Phil yelling “He turned right!” above him, along with the grunts of Techno not far behind. His original plan was to get deep enough into the forest to shake them before ducking somewhere and finding a hiding spot. But clearly that wasn’t going to work. This forest simply wasn’t getting thick enough. He needed a new plan, before he ran out of energy.

 

Not far away there was a narrow plain, and right beside that another forest, one with much larger trees. It was a risk, revealing himself could make it easier for Phil to swoop down and grab him. But maybe he could run in a zigzag pattern. It could throw Phil off and make him harder to grab.

 

Admittedly Tommy’s plan wasn’t a good one, but it was better than his current ‘pick a God and pray’ tactic he was going with now. Gods had never listened to Tommy’s prayers before, they probably weren't going to start now.

 

He jerked towards the plain, not giving any warning to the two men. Phil yelled to Techno, but just as quickly Tommy jumped left. A few more seconds he jerked right, then left again just as fast. 

 

Philza’s shadow was cast over him, giving him just enough time to jump out of the way, narrowly avoiding the avian's grasp.

 

However a much larger, much gruffer pair of arms wrapped around his chest, and Tommy’s heart sank. While his evasive maneuver kept him out of Phil’s grasp, it slowed him down, enabling Techno to catch up and grab him from behind.

 

Still, Tommy wasn’t backing down. He knew if they managed to get him to the arctic he was never going to be able to leave.

 

“HELP!” He screeched, as loud as he possibly could, almost deafening. “SOMEONE! HELP! HELP!” Tommy thrashed in Techno’s arms, but there was no give. He cussed and cursed, but Techno didn’t react. 

 

Philza swooped down, his face filled with concern. “Oh you poor baby! You must be under so much strain.” He raised his arms to gently cradle Tommy’s face.

 

The blonde jerked away, full on panicking at this point. “FUCK YOU! LET ME GO! LET ME GO!” He scratched at Techno’s arms, though through his panic Tommy ended up doing more damage to himself than his captor.

 

Philza shushed him in assurance, a worried expression crossing over his face. “Shh, shh, you’re ok nesting, easy.” He let out a chirp that confused Tommy, making him pause his thrashing, even if only for just a few seconds. “Relax Tommy, that’s it.”Philza gently held Tommy’s hands, stopping him from hurting himself. When the struggle returned Philza just let out more chirps. Tommy’s wings twitched, though they were pressed against Techno’s chest. He had to bite back the urge to chirp back, and ignore the warm feeling in his chest.

 

“Hey Phil, I don’t think what you’re doing is working.” Techno grunted as Tommy resumed his trashing.

 

“No, his instincts just need to be activated. Once that happens he’ll be a much more pliable baby bird, one that won’t resist our care.” Philza cooed. The words were quiet, and they were clearly meant to be comforting. If anything it made Tommy panic even more. He didn’t know what that meant, but it couldn’t be a good thing.

 

Phil let Tommy’s hands go and gently placed his own on the boys thrashing shoulders. “Relax” he commanded, before chirping over and over again.

 

At first Tommy resists, despite how foggy the chirps make him feel. But they continue, and resistance becomes harder and harder. An odd feeling of safety and comfort started to settle in his bones, safety and comfort he hadn’t felt in far too long.

 

Would it be so bad? To just let them whisk him away, to protect him? A warm nest sounded wonderful, and even if he knew he should resist, it wasn’t that easy.

 

A weak chirp slipped through Tommy’s lips. It didn’t quite sound right, but it made Philza beamed at him anyway. The expression of Phil’s joy made Tommy sink even deeper into his instincts. 

 

Techno’s grip hesitantly loosened, and Tommy reached out, stumbling into Phil’s wide open arms, exchanging comforting and broken chirps. Phil unfurled his own wings, wrapping Tommy in them.

 

“There there” Phil purred, switching back to English, something Tommy was too buried in his instincts to do. “See? That’s it, little nesting. Just relax.”

 

Hesitantly Philza pulled away. Tommy whined, but as soon as Techno lifted him up he switched his attention to Techno and curled deeper into the piglin’s arms.

 

“Huh. I didn’t actually expect that to work.” Techno said incredulously, staring at Tommy, who was now sleeping like a baby. It was almost hard to imagine that only a minute or so ago he was thrashing violently and screaming bloody murder.

 

Phil just smiled “He was just grumpy from denying his instincts, poor nestling” his hands brushed through Tommy’s fluffy wings. “It’ll be a few more hours till he comes back to himself. We can get him to the nest easily by then.”

 

Techno shrugged “Yeah, but he won’t be happy when he wakes up.”

 

Neither man seemed exactly put off by this observation however, especially not Phil. “Almost certainly, but he’ll be safe when he wakes up.” He hummed. “Besides, our locks are quite secure. He might be angry, but the little nestling won’t be able to leave until we know he’s ready.” The smile on Phil’s face held a possessive glint as he looked down on the sleeping child. “Soon he’ll learn how much he truly needs our help.” The avien purred, before unfurrowing his wings and leaping up into the sky to head back home. A smile graced his lips at the thought of his little baby bird, all curled up in his nest.

 

Tommy was his baby bird, and under his protection. No one would ever hurt Tommy again. That was a promise.

Chapter 2

Summary:

I know I said I woundn't write another chapter

But....

Ah....

I kinda did anyway so....

Chapter Text

Tommy’s not sure exactly how long he was under the mercy of his instincts, chirping and cuddling closer to Phil and Techno. It was all fuzzy and vague, but he remembered snippets. Phil wrapping him in a blanket, Techno rocking him as he carried the blonde through the tundra, someone placing him in a warm nest, someone feeding him a bowl of soup.

 

That soup was really the last thing Tommy remembered before coming back to reality. Maybe it was the warmth, or maybe it was actually having something in his stomach for a change, Tommy still isn’t sure. The important thing is that he was able to snap out of it halfway through the meal.

 

Now the rest of the soup is splattered on the wall, Tommy is curled in the corner, Phil is trying to calm him, and Techno is by the door, looking rather bored.

 

“Relax now, nestling. Is there something wrong with the nest? I know there are none of your own clothes, but your scent will sink in soon enough. We just needed to get your instincts wired to recognize our scents. We can make adjustments if you’d like.” His voice was soft and calm, though he seemed more amused than worried.

 

Tommy glared, curling even tighter on himself. He didn’t want to be like that again, loopy and helpless. It wasn’t even unpleasant. In fact it was quite nice, but it was terrifying. Being under the complete mercy of someone else, too out of it to even fight back if something did happen, it was a terrifying prospect.

 

“That wasn’t much of a meal there.” Techno noted lazily. “He probably needs something more.”

 

Phil nodded worryingly. “Of course, no wonder you’re so grumpy. When was the last time you had a full meal, nestling?”

 

Tommy just glared “Fuck off!” He snarled, though in all honestly he wasn’t sure himself. 

 

Phil leaned forward and Tommy flinched back, wedginging himself deeper into the corner. The older avien frowned, before merely ruffling his blonde locks. “Techno, please watch the little one. I’m going to get some bread. It should be light on his stomach.” With that Philza left the room.

 

Tommy hated this, all of it. He hated how he couldn’t leave, how his mind was foggy and dizzy, how helpless he was. It made him feel weak and powerless. How they talked like he wasn’t in the room, how they didn’t let him even feed himself, how Phil told Techno to watch him like he was a child. Tommy hated all of it.

 

But the worst thing was a part of him loved it. A part of his brain was preening over the nest, over the scents that surrounded him, over how much he was being cared for. Tommy was trying to suppress it, to force the voice to be silent, but it wasn’t working. The part of him that loved this would not be silenced.

 

Luckily it was a very small part of his mind, one that didn’t have any control yet, but it wasn’t there before. Maybe it was part of his avien traits, maybe it was activated by that instincts slumber he went in before. Honesty Tommy wasn’t sure, but it terrified him.

 

Techno didn’t seem too stressed, but Tommy wasn’t stupid. At least not that stupid. The doorway was small, not nearly big enough for him to slip though. There was also no way in Nether he could even dream about overpowering Techno. There weren’t any windows in the nest either. For now, Tommy was stuck there.

 

“Bitch” he hissed, not expecting much of a reaction. Techno merely rolled his eyes.

 

“Relax Theseus.” Techno told him, though he didn’t seem annoyed or angry whatsoever. Just amused.

 

The nest was pretty comfortable. At first glance it looked messy, like blankets and pillows were just randomly thrown into the room, but Tommy’s hindbrain didn’t see it that way. Instead he saw every nook and cranny perfect for hiding food or supplies, how the blankets were perfectly bent to make almost a wall to hide anyone inside the nest, and he noticed how not a single bit of the ground was showing. It was all insulated.

 

Tommy’s rational brain hated it. His hindbrain preened at how perfect the nest was made. 

 

Phile returned with a smile. “Let me go.” Tommy demanded sullenly, which fell on deaf ears.

 

“I’ve brought you some bread. You’re so thin, little nestling, come on, eat more.” Phil said softly, almost as if he was scared to frighten Tommy away.

 

“Fuck off!” He hissed in return. “Do you think I’m stupid? I know what you're doing!”

 

The older avian merely chuckled to himself, like Tommy was a little kid. “You do? Well you’re not acting like it. We just want to care for you, and love you, and help you grow little one.”

 

Tommy went red. “HA!” The blonde snarled. “That’s bullshit! You’re going to do that thing you did before and fuck with me!”

 

With this Phil genuinely seemed confused. “Pardon?”

 

“Oh don’t play dumb!” Tommy yelled, standing up. Techno moved to the center of the door. “That thing you did earlier! That chirping thing! You’re going to do it again and turn me into some mindless pet!” He hissed, putting as much venom and vitriol into his voice as he could manage.

 

Phil’s expression dropped, as he frowned sadly. “Of you poor thing. Someone should have stepped in sooner, little nestling.” He sighed. “No wonder you were scared. You have no idea what’s going on.”

 

Phil took a step closer, and Tommy scrambled backwards. “Stay away!”

 

The older avain leaned down to be more at his level. “Hey, that’s ok, but let me explain a few things. That might help you calm down. Would you like me to tell you what’s going on?” Tommy didn’t answer. Phil took that as a yes. “You’re an avian, a very young avian. That means your instincts are very strong, and you need to be taken care of.”

 

“Fuck you bitch! I don’t need-” His snarling was interrupted by a soft chirp that made his head go blank before he was able to shake it off. “Don’t do that!”

 

At least Phil had enough dignity to look somewhat ashamed. “Sorry mate, but stress is bad for your development. I just needed you to calm down.”

 

“I don’t want to calm down! I want you to let me go!”

 

Phil shook his head. “No. You need to be in a nest right now.” Tommy merely whimpered and curled up on himself, his mind racing. He wanted a hug, he wanted comfort, and he wanted to be free. Yet he could have none of those things, so he just held himself and prayed that all this would go away.

 

Phil inched even closer. “Chirping is a natural thing. It’s crucial for avian development.” Tommy shook his head, and Phil paused. “Why don’t you try it? You chirp, and I chirp back. How does that sound?”

 

A warmth exploded in Tommy’s chest at the mere thought, yet he resisted, burying his face even deeper into his knees. “No,” The boy sniffled, refusing to look up.

 

Phil didn't seem to believe him. “No? How about I chirp first, then you follow.”

 

Tommy shook his head frantically, but his protests were interrupted by a gentle chirp that made him freeze. Another, and he was lifting his head away. Part of him screamed to shy away, to cover his ears, but why would Tommy do that? The chirping sounded nice. Comforting even.

 

Phil smiled, and chirped again. The boy uncurled himself and inched forward. While hesitant, he liked the sound. He wanted Phil to keep making the comforting noises.

 

“See Tommy? Why don’t you try it?” The blonde avian asked. While he wasn’t entirely sure how, he was willing to try if it meant there would be more of the comforting noises.

 

As the sound left his mouth even Tommy realized it was wrong. High pitched, off key, it sounded more like a warble.

 

Phil flinched, but didn’t drop his frown. “That’s ok” he assured “You’ll get it eventually.” And with that he let out another chirp, one that made Tommy utterly melt. 

 

Without a second though the blonde stumbled over to Phil and wrapped his arms around him. The other man was warm, soft and comforting. Tommy tried to chirp again, and while it still came out wrong the other avian laughed.

 

“There you go. Isn’t that better? Nice and cared for?” Tommy didn’t really hear his words, far more focused on the hand brushing through his hair. 

 

“Now, I know this is new and scary, but it will all be ok.” Phil promised “You’re not going to get stuck like this, you just need some time to adjust, that’s all. You’re so young, and under so much stress, that your instincts will be a little haywire. But don’t worry, they’ll calm down.”

 

Tommy let out a happy caw, earning a chuckle. “Alright, nestling. How about some bread? Do you think you could eat something?”

 

Tommy’s not sure if he was hungry, but the other avian passed him a piece of bread and wanted him to eat. So hesitantly he took a bite of the food, letting out an uncertain warble. Once again the avain laughed, and let out a chirp that made his bird brain preen in delight. 

 

Quickly Tommy devoured the bread, before curling up on the older avian's lap with a yawn.

 

He smiled. “Is it nap time, little one?” Tommy responded with another off tune chirp. He didn’t notice Techno leaving the room, and only barely noticed when the piglin dimmed the lights. He was too focused on the other avian, his flock.

 

Phil wrapped his arms and wings around Tommy, making the boy preen once more, and cling even tighter. He laid down on the nest, and readjusted the blankets. “Don’t worry mate, I’m just fixing these.” He explained quietly, as Tommy snuggled even more.

 

He chirped one last time, putting Tommy right at ease.

 

“Don’t worry nestling” Phil whispered, just as the younger boy was dozing off. “You’re safe. I won’t let anyone ever hurt you again. I promise.”

Notes:

I really hope you enjoyed!

I have been BUSY, and this is the first of three things I posted. I also finally finished 'This Shit Can Never Be Simple Can It?' and added a chapter to 'The Unwilling Rescue Of All Your Best Self Interests' so it's been a busy week

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