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I hope your finals go well! I know the pain...

And if you're still looking for more prompts, what about a giant child Tommy finding a tiny Phil?

Thank you! Finals went well, my last one was yesterday!! Sorry this took a hot minute but I hope you enjoy <3

Warnings for swearing and fear

Word Count ~ 800

------ Of Giants and Avian Hybrids -------

Phil hadn’t meant to wander so far off the path. In fact, he’d been on his way to meet Techno for lunch.

But when he’d heard what sounded like a child crying, his paternal instincts led him directly toward the sound’s source, shivering a bit in the chilled air, wings puffing up. He came to the entrance of a large cave, hearing the sound of soft whines and teeth chattering.

“Hello?” Phil called into the cave, taking a hesitant step into the darkness. He blinked several times, trying to get his eyes to acclimate to the lack of lighting. “Is anyone there?”

A flash of pale movement in the cave startled Phil back a few steps, but he froze again at the sound of a loud sniffle. He reclaimed the steps as he paced forward slowly. “You alright, mate?”

And suddenly, there was the flash of pale movement again, this time feeling something large brush against him and then retreat. A moment later, there was a weight around his middle and he was in the air.

Phil let out a startled yelp, struggling instinctively trying to pry away whatever was on him. His brain slowly caught up and he froze as his eyes followed the object around him until it met an arm, and then a chest, and then finally a face.

He was in a fucking hand.

The giant holding him was young, maybe 13 based on his looks. But the dirt and grime in his hair and on his face honestly made him look older so he may actually be closer to 10 or 11. Phil’s heart softened in pity, wondering where the child’s family was.

It was replaced by fear pooling in his stomach as the giant reached out and pinched his wing, stiffening completely. The fingers weren’t necessarily rough, but they weren’t gentle either. They pulled a bit until his wing was stretched to its full length at an odd angle.

“Bird?” The voice rang out, echoing oddly in the cave.

The child’s blue eyes were wide in wonder, curiously running a fingertip over Phil’s feathers. He repressed a shudder at the feeling. The child shifted his hold on Phil, pinching his waist uncomfortably between a thumb and his forefinger. He cried out in pain as a fingernail dug a bit harshly into his side.

And then he was shifted, a bit quickly, to be sprawled on his back in a palm. His wings were out, flat against the child’s palm. He shakily sat up, mind and emotions whirring in overdrive. His wings flapped on instinct, brain telling him to run, to get the fuck out of there.

But his heart told him otherwise as he looked up at the kid. He recalled why he’d ventured out here in the first place as he noted how the boy’s eyes watered, looking glossy. He was just a kid.

“I-I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry.” The boy sniffled and Phil melted, quick to reassure and placate him.

“It’s alright, mate! No need to cry, I’m fine, see?” Phil offered lab small smile as he stretched his wings out, heart somehow melting further at the awed gasp he received when the child observed the ombre-like effect his wings created as they got darker toward the bottom. He smiled encouragingly as the kid gave a small smile back. “See? There we go, what’s your name, mate?”

“Tommy.” Phil shifted slightly, body buzzing with uncertainty. But he knew that he wasn’t leaving here without making sure the kid was okay. “Sorry I scared you...”

“No, no, mate, I was just a bit surprised, that’s all.” He reassured, body slowly coming down from its adrenaline high. “I’m Philza Minecraft, but you can just call me Phil.” A moment of silence stretched before he dared to ask, “Why were you crying, Tommy?”

“Wilby said that he was going to get food, but he’s been gone for a few hours.” Tommy grumbled, wiping at his eyes with his free hand. “It’s probably nothing, and I’m being a little bitch, but I don’t want to lose him, I guess.”

Phil’s heart shattered a bit and he shook his head with a soft smile. “It’s okay to be worried, Tommy. Who’s Wilby?”

And they talked for a while, Phil learning a lot about the kid. He was 11, Wilby was actually Wilbur and was Tommy’s older brother. Phil had made the mental decision to adopt both of them, and he belatedly remembered that he had had plans with Techno.

That was okay though. The piglin hybrid would certainly understand.