Rising From The Ashes

by JavaHoney

Summary:

"You lied to me! " Tommy hissed, pressing his back against the window with his hands gripping on the frame.

 

The monster creeping closer with their jet black wings slightly spreading to prevent him from running in other direction.

 

"Oh, hatchling. Your remembering wrong..." They spoke softly, making Tommy flare up. His wings ruffling while he bared his teeth at them.

 

"You tricked me! You... You knew! You knew! And you used it to your advantage!" He shouldn't had screamed, it wasn't the best course of action but he was blinded by emotions.

 

The feeling of betrayal left a bitter taste on his mouth.

 

Suddenly a hand brushed his cheek, his bird side had immobilized him. Traitor... All of them!

 

"My little phoenix, your are mine to own and mine to take care off... Such a lovely gift you are"

 

How could had it gone so wrong.

 

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A fic inspired by 'kings to you by flustered"
https://archiveofourown.org/users/Flustered/pseuds/Flustered

Check then out and also inspired by "The Secret of Being Colorful by bitsinboots"
https://archiveofourown.org/users/bitsinboots/pseuds/bitsinboots

Notes:

Second fic, updates are slow due to procrastinate but thankfully it's manageable!

 

Enjoy reading.

Chapter 1: Ashes in the cold snow

Avians, a hybrid of a human and a bird.

 

Blue irises stared at the black gloved hands that tried to grab his shirt. Muffled screams blocked by the pressure of falling and the harsh air that filled his ears.

 

It was a long fall impossibletosurvive with his broken wings, acknowledging it would break further with the pressure of falling, no point in using his ruined wings to glide down.

 

Bright blue eyes stared at the dusked sky. Fear and desperation to survive no longer visible in their eyes, oddly enough they felt at peace.

 

 

Letting Darkness embrace him. Sparks of ember trailing down, his wings losing their glow.

 

 

The sun was setting, and so was he.

 

 

Panicked, almost desperate muffled screams could be heard in a distance. But he couldn’t hear it nor care.

 

 

”I’m sorry….”

 

 

The blond muttered, letting his eyelids close and not care what would happen to him next when he crashes, it was the better outcome than having to be locked in a cage…Forever being a decoration.

 

 

He didn’t regret leaving those he cared about behind, was it selfish? No. He just knew they’d blissfully be thinking he was still alive…yeah it was better that way, ignorance was a powerful tool if used right.

 

 

The sun set in the distance, just like him, he needed to rest and let the night fall.

 

 

He should have been more aware that a phoenix will always rise from the ashes.

 

 

____

 

 

The stars twinkled in the vast night sky, freely showing off their beauty without falling into greedy hands. Innocent to those below them, unreachable yet beautiful as diamonds.

 

Crows flapping their wings and perching on the nearby tree branches, carefully landing and avoiding the pile of snow.

 

Staring curiously at the boy who laid unconsciously on the bed of snow.

 

Soft frozen water breaking the fall of the young bird, feathers that melted the snow scattered around the area while their wings were spread widely on the bed of snow.

 

 

Some crows flied over to the unconscious chick, tilting their head curiously.

 

Inspecting if the boy was alive…

 

By pulling their golden locks “ow..OW THE FUCK!?” Tommy jolted awake.

 

Instinctively grabbing the crow that pulled on his hair and sat up, rubbing his eyes and looking over at the crows that stared at him blankly “fucking, not dead you stupid crows!” the blond scowled, glancing over at the crow he grabbed.

 

“CAW!”

 

“GAH!” It took him by surprise and threw the crow. Clenching his wrist while he trembles from the frostbites the littered his body.

 

He tried to shift his wings but fell back on the idea after he felt a shock of extreme pain and sounds of bones cracking.

 

Tommy cursed internally. Biting his lower lip “Okay…” He said weakly, his vermillion tinted hands pressing against the seemingly innocent snow that would soon freeze him to death “Did I fall?” asking himself, looking up at the night sky, only meeting the decorated night.

 

Stars with random constellations littered the night, anyone would be in awe of their presence making anyone want to study them further, out of curiosity.

 

He groans, shifting himself and trying to move his legs which he shockingly came to the realization “Fuck.” whispering out, his legs won’t budge, heck he couldn’t even feel his legs! They were either broken or fucking frozen, which wasn’t good either of the options.

 

Great, he’s a fucking teen stuck in an unknown snow biome, *seems like the tundra though* wearing some jeans and red jacket, plus he seems to have gotten amnesia because he couldn’t remember recent events which was fantastic that he didn’t know how the fuck he ended up in this place.

 

 

Tommy flexed his hands to unsheathe his talons like a cat, digging them deep into the pile of snow till it reached the ground and fortunately the pile of snow wasn’t too high and he was able to reach the ground. Digging his talons to the ground as he dragged himself, if he can’t fucking walk he might as well drag his fucking body.

 

 

The crows flied circles around him, cawing almost sounding worryingly but he ignored them.

 

dragging himself, he found a nearby forest with thick trees that looked ominously taller than normal ones, maybe because he was basically plop to his stomach while basically dragging himself on the snowy ground and leaving a trail behind him? Don’t fucking know.

 

Thankfully the crows had dispersed a few seconds ago, he didn’t know where they went but he didn’t bother to give two shits about it.

 

They can fucking survive but he was basically dying here.

 

Pulling himself up and slumping over the tree trunk, clenching his chest as to focus on balancing his breathing again, slow and steady.

 

Tommy registering his situation did not help him calm down, if he stays any longer out in the cold especially at night, he might freeze to death.

 

And with his wings being all jacked up he couldn’t possibly use its heat to warm himself.

 

Sparks of ember no longer trailing down his wings, only further signify that it was broken to the point it had to stop producing heat and focus on healing its broken parts.

 

Yeah he’s going to punch his past-self for making such a dumb move, that shit was basically suicidal the fuck!?

 

Hopefully once he gets his memories back he will know the reason and possibly maybe possibly…call himself a dumbass depending on what reasoning his past-self had for jumping on something high as fuck at least that he assumes that had happened.

 

 

Shifting himself slightly, trying to make sure his wings wasn’t getting crush by his back “I entered Manberg…then what.” Scratching his chin, trying to recall what events he can remember, only remembering stepping into the borders of Manberg. Sadly his memory ended there which wasn’t helpful AT ALL.

 

 

Tommy sighed annoyingly before resting his head on the tree trunk, gazing upon the branches. He hated the dark, the moonlight didn’t reach this far and was pretty sure it was on the other side of the area, gracing the land with its light, but not here. No.

 

 

He was alone and cold, the last thing he fucking wanted to happen.

 

Crying will only drain so much from him plus his throat felt dry from the freezing temperature, so he refuses to weep like a fucking baby just because he could potentially die cold and alone, no he was a big man! he was a phoenix! A fire bird that can rise from the ashes! He won’t die just because of some cold weather no!

 

 

Putting his hands into his pockets, it would be warmer in there then the outside at least.

 

His hands brushed against something, round and smooth “what the…” He trailed off, grabbing whatever was in his pockets and taking it out with frosty breaths.

 

A pendant? It looks similar to a pocket watch though. His fingers brush against the lid of the object.

 

A golden pocket watch that seem to be very high in quality, a leading chain attach to it while it glittered even in the dark.

 

His pupils dilated at the item, tilting his head like a bird curiously inspecting it.

 

Did he steal this from a noble? There would be no other reason than that but he felt like this was his.

 

A carving of a fire bird on the outer lid was also present, *this was his*.

 

Letting out a chirp in excitement while holding the small watch on his palm, carefully opening the lid which surprised him.

 

It was a watch, the whole numbers were there and the two arms, but. Music also began to play, similar to that of a music box, playing softly that slowly calmed him down unexpectedly.

 

the lid on the inside had a carving of a name, further confirming who it belonged to.

 

'Theseus’

 

He didn’t know who made it, or what their relationship was but the feeling in his chest was evident enough that he might have found a flock that loved him, but what happen?

 

Holding the pocket watch close his chest, not caring about his condition.

 

If he’s going to die, at least he knew that someone cared about him, Tommy wasn’t alone.

 

Strangely his body began to feel oddly hot which wasn’t from wings.

 

His attention however wasn’t so focus on himself but the music coming out of the pocket watch, a wave of feeling safe washed over him, letting his body calm down as the soft music lulled him to sleep, letting his tired eyes shut and be put into a dreamless slumber.

 

.

 

“Quiet down you little shits.” Phil snapped at the panicked murder, they all caw in unison and had been trying to drag him into a certain direction “Okay okay, stop pushing.” fanning his hands to shoo them away, he let them lead him to whatever they wanted to show. The night was high and the moon was nowhere, only thing he can see from the sky was the stars.

 

 

Walking pass the trees, trying to see where those pesky crows are leading him to “I swear if you purposely get me lost I’m going to cook you brats.” While the crows didn’t mind the threat, some new ones did and cautiously slowed their pace for him to catch up.

 

 

Whatever got them in a panic state better be worth checking. Gripping on his cloak while the cold wind brush against the leaves of the trees.

 

Vividly remembering being led to an injured chick that got the rest of his flock of murder into a frenzy, he could forgive them for that especially since it was one of their kind.

 

 

His wings ruffle behind him uneasily when he began to hear a music playing, he swears if the reason was some kind of music box or anything playing at his territory that frighten the crows, he might chuck it to the lake.

 

 

Passing the tree lines, he could hear the music getting loud till he spots a small winged child slumped against a tree with a small trinket on hand.

 

 

Phil’s heart suddenly raced upon gazing at the hatchling, his instincts telling him in an overwhelming manner to get the chick.

 

He ran towards the small hatchling, laying there almost dead, hastily checking their pulse.

 

 

Their breathing was slow with their body being cold as ice. He took off his cloak and wrapping it around the small chick, Phil saw their hand tighten around the item they were holding, making it close the lid as the music stopped.

 

He had to hurry, their still there but he didn’t know if they would make it.

 

He shouldn’t question how the boy got here.

 

Turning to his back and running back to his cottage. Flying would only freeze the boy further and he wasn’t going to take that chance

 

Understanding why the crows were so panicked, if he knew there was literal child a hatchling out in the cold tundra at night with nothing but some pants and jacket to wear, he would had flied to them without hesitation.

 

Making it back to his abode, using a free hand to open the door and rushing to his nest.

 

Ender sake what happen to the child?!

 

His instincts were still going crazy on him. Settling the child down on the nest and wrapping more blankets on him “You’re going to be alright, mate…” taking off his gloves and pressing his warm palm on their forehead, they undoubtedly will hypothermia soon and he needed to make sure he has all the things he needed to help them recover from it…

 

Worst of all, their legs and wings were also damaged.

 

 

The child softly breathed, curling into the blankets to warm themselves, whimpering in pain.

 

Phil watched them worryingly, unable to leave the poor child alone, especially with his instincts demanding he should take care of them.

 

Phil was always one to listen to his bird side afterall, so he curled around the boy, basically spooning the child.

 

His wings stretch and acting as another blanket.

 

 

The hatchling was hurt, sick. Needing a protector to help them.

 

He’s more than happy to become the small chick’s protector.

 

.

 

Tommy buried his head into someone’s chest, his body was to cold. Where was he?

 

Why did his clothes felt warmer than usual…wait.

 

“FUCK WHAT THE- “tommy pushed the one who was cuddling him, they didn’t stumble back like he had hoped, only waking them up with their wings closing “Fucking…a nest? Holy shit I got kidnap” coming to the realization that he was in a strangers house he tried to moving his legs but only wince in pain, okay maybe it was both of those options.

 

heshouldn’thadjinxedhimself.

 

 

“Careful.” the other person said, their tone soft laced with concern “You fucking kidnap me” Tommy barked, bearing his teeth “Technically, I took you in after I saw you freezing to death, mate.”

 

 

“Bullshit.”

 

 

“Lay back down, mate…you’re sick” Tommy flinched back when a hand reach forward, a similar colored glove that his hunter wore …no..no..no..fuckoff..don’t..come..near me! “FUCK OFF!” his talons unsheathed and slash the man’s gloves “don’t come-i…” Tommy stopped when he realized what he did, his body screamed danger and fear.

 

His fucking flight or fight mode was basically kicking in “S-Shit i-i-I’m sorry I didn’t…” he stuttered, proceeding to try and helplessly drag himself back while trembling uncontrollably why the fuck did he picked flight when he can’t fly or walk!?

 

 

The older look at their hand and took off the gloves “It’s okay…did it bring back bad memories? I’m sorry, mate…look, it’s off see?” they said softly, trying to calm down him like a child when their scared, Tommy wanted to bite their hand for treating them like a kid.

 

The older raising their hands to show that the gloves were indeed off…not like he can tell since it was the same shade as their hand tint.

 

 

“I won’t touch, just come back to the nest…and we can heal you up, yeah?” as much as Tommy didn’t like the welcoming smile on their face, he didn’t have much of a choice, due to the fact he can’t fucking fly or walk and crawling on the fucking cold snow was a death sentence.

 

 

Begrudgingly he drags himself back to the nest made from soft blankets and pillows “I made rabbit stew, would you like one, little hatchling?” The fuck? He wasn’t at the fucking hatchling stage! Probably because of his wings.

 

He suspects that the man is on his instincts so he didn’t bring it up. He knew how pointless it was just to resist your bird instincts when they become so demanding

 

 

Especially those who sees others as their children, he did not want to be thrown off a cliff to fly.

 

His hand clench, suddenly remembering the pocket watch and now he realizes his clothes was different “DID YOU FUCKING STRIP ME YOU CREEP!?” Tommy screeched, instincts or not this was fucked up!

 

 

“NOnonono! You changed yourself!” They stammer, oh what a load of bullshit “LIKE HELL I’LL BELIEVE THAT SHIT!”

 

 

“You’ve been out for a few days, mate” The older said, making Tommy furrow his brows unsure of he should believe a total stranger “Exactly how long?” He interrogated the older “A week, you’ve been awfully sick since the past few days” The older answered, Tommy scowled at the man.

 

 

“How can I believe you?”

 

 

“You can check your pocket watch, mate. It does also have the date on the upper left” Motherfucker touched his stuff “doesn’t explain jack shit on if you stripped me or not” Tommy retorted.

 

The older only sigh “I will not force you, but I will say you woke up an hour after I found you and asked for warmer clothes…I’ve been taking care of you since”

 

Oh god there was a high chance that was his bird side.

 

 

“just, fucking give me the stew old man.” Not wanting to converse about this further, he changed the subject which the man understood, nodding to his request and went out of the room.

 

 

Tommy sat there, refusing to wrap himself in the warm blankets. He just needed to play along till he can get out of this weird fucking shack.

 

 

The older came back with a tray of warm stew and freshly baked bread. Proceeding to place the tray down infront of him “Do you want help?” They asked “Fuck off, my legs are broken not my hands.” Tommy snapped back, grapping the steaming stew from the tray.

 

 

The stew was good; he didn’t remember last time he had a proper meal. Currently he was munching on a peace of bread after finish the stew. The older was grabbing the tray and was about to leave the room “I’ll leave after I’m fully healed, I’ll get out of your hair when I can walk again” Tommy murmur, was too busy on eating to notice how the older stopped midway into the door frame.

 

Didn’t bat an eye on the hatchling who was busy healing themselves to notice how tight the crow’s grip on the tray harden before leaving.

 

Telling was his first mistake.

______

 

He’s been living with his kidnapper, named Phil for about a week now. It was eerily peaceful for his liking however, so used to bad environments that even a peaceful moment is just another nightmare in disguised.

 

He stayed cautious, staying away from the man’s touch...like seriously, how touchy was this creepy grown old man? fucking living in a middle of the woods out in the fucking tundra of all fucking places.

 

How the fuck does that old guy live in such a cold isolated place anyway?

 

 

Tommy’s current situation is he’s getting fucking carried to places and he fucking hates it.

 

 

“What’s wrong little one?” Phil asked “Put me the fuck down.” his face flushed like a tomato, covering them with his hands.

 

His dignity- “are you sure little one? I thought you wanted to explore?” he heard the bastard chuckle, oh this was funny to his fucking kidnapper.

 

 

“Put me the fuck down you, antique bitch!” punching their chest slightly, man didn’t even fucking budge. Best option was, is to thrashed around, he can sue the man for dropping him.

 

 

“Okay okay, you little shit calm down.” Mission success

 

 

Phil puts Tommy down the couch “I’m surprise your fucking cabin didn’t burn down with the fireplace.” He commented, he can hear the older’s footsteps behind him “hmhm” hummed in response, stroking his golden locks so suddenly from behind.

 

 

Tommy shoved his head forward, getting the older’s hands off his hair “Fucking touchy bitch” he mumbled to himself while the older laughed “You act like a cat~” Phil teased.

 

 

if he had looked behind him, he could has seen the predatory gaze that stared at him from behind, watching him very closely for comfort.

 

 

“And you act like a creepy old man who would lure children into their forest.”

 

 

“Are you going to deny the fact I saved you, child?”

 

 

“I’M NOT A FUCKING CHILD AND A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS FOR FUCK SAKE” Tommy screeched, turning to Phil and glaring at him intensely.

 

The older was clearly amused by his feistiness.

 

 

“How’s your wings, hatchling?” Phil changed the subject, Tommy looking over at his wings which surprisingly was healing quicker than usual bird wings do “Fine, I guess” Tommy laid at his stomach on the couch, his wings still ached in pain but not as much as before thankfully.

 

 

“Thank goodness” Phil’s voice softens, fighting the urge to stroke the small hatchling’s wings in fear that they would keep pushing him away for being too ‘touchy’ as they say.

 

He’s patient but his instincts longed for the small chick laying on his couch. Chanting like they own the small chick, he almost tied the poor baby bird down after they said they would leave after they healed…. that is if they heal.

 

 

“Holy shit a sword” Tommy gazed upon the black sword resting on top of the fireplace, he couldn’t tell what material it was made from but it looked so cool!

 

 

“Don’t touch, little one…you’re going to get hurt” Tommy rolled his eyes, not like he can even reach the bitch when his legs are literally fucking broken.

 

God each passing time he wants to slap or kick his past self for breaking the only fucking thing he can use to get away from this creepy man.

 

.

 

“Sure, let me magically walked over there” he rolled his eyes sarcastically, letting the older laughed “Fair enough, now that their growing” Phil going back to the topic of his wings again “You’re a cotton aren’t you?” Tommy choked.

 

 

Turning to the older with a baffled look “The fuck is a cotton?”

 

 

“Your feathers are a cotton type, mate. They’re common among avians” Tommy can barely register the information being given to him, exactly what the fuck is it? Sure it’s type of fucking feather but explain fucking futher!

 

“Elaborate, bitch.”

 

 

“It means, your wings are fluffier, its good during cold weather and when they do fall off, you can use them as stuffing’s…feather materials are always high quality after all” Phil explained, further making Tommy puzzled “So is there other fucking types?” Phil nodded, further confirming Tommy’s confusion.

 

 

“You’re a prey type, your wing material is cotton…if you were a predator your wings material would definitely be iron, though predator wing materials are just how durable the feathers can be when they’re harden” Phil rambled, Tommy just decided sleep this off.

 

 

“Prey wing material consist of four, cotton which is you, silk, petal, aquamarine. Usually the prey is soft material while predators are hard material” Yep he’s going to fucking sleep, he heard how terrible classes were back at the Greater SMP and this was a great fucking example.

 

 

Ignoring the older’s rambles and force himself to take a nap, which wasn’t hard in his opinion since the moment he closed his eyes he was back to dream land.

 

.

 

Phil noticed how the small hatchling fell asleep, he smiled to himself and stroke their locks, gently untangling them, feeling it brush against his fingers. God it was hard holding back into touching the small chick, he longed for physical contact.

 

He hoped soon the small hatchling would finally open up to him, letting him preen their wings and braid their hair.

 

His bird side chirped happily. The baby chick pressing their head into their hand “aww…” he cooed, wanting to wrap his baby chick in blankets and put them on his nest and let them stay there forever…if only.

 

 

He can wait, till his little baby bird imprints on him. It was only a matter of time after all…

 

He’ll make them his baby chick, willingly or not.

Chapter 2: Block out the sun

Summary:

He has been staying in the cottage with his kidnapper for sometime.

He tries to figure out what has happen to him before he got amnesia...can I remember anything?

Or was there an obstacle blocking his memories from returning?

Notes:

I didn't intend for this to take me almost like 3 weeks? Hyperfixation was something alright.

But yes! Here is the chapter that Is 8k words! Enjoy!

Tommy is a Phoenix.

 

Yes.

 

That fire birds that said to reincarnate over and over again, never seem to end as its only way to exist is to repeatedly reincarnate. Now as far as he knew, becoming an avian can be a painful process and also difficult process.

 

Let’s say he has to deal with a fucking pet bird inside his mind, that was basically his bird brain. He tried to ignore their demands he really did, but seems like the phoenix is a special case since they can easily learn how to communicate with him instead of having a broken sentence like some avians.

 

He’s sure that’s what everyone goes through but none has told him about it either.

 

He gets dreams if you can even call it like that, of interacting with this other half. Amber wings that would rival the sun, feathers that seem to have all the colors that exist, beautifully layered on top of each other.

 

They flew high in the sky, leaving a trail of stardust behind that would disappear in a second. This was him still, it is him.

 

But he can never remember what they talk about, only assuming it was some weird bonding shit between his original mind and the bird one.

 

Avians only get their features after they become 5, usually the first thing they do is imprinting on their parent to care for them.

 

grow wings, their hands up to their arm tainting in a color that is the same as their wings, being able to extend their talons like a cat which was cool.

 

Some people would usually wear gloves, even if they haven’t extended their talons their sharp pointed ends can still leave a mark, cutting can be optional though but does leave the avian in discomfort about it.

 

Although not all people are the same species of birds as their family, its rather a common occurrence since how your bird side will be born is determined on your nature.

 

For instance, you belong to a family of hawks or any type of bird then you start to gain features of an avian, you discovering that your bird side is a sparrow that isn’t like the rest of your family, your classified as a prey with feathers like cotton.

 

Or more in the shorter version, it depends on your nature what will you become, it’s not pass down by blood or anything, so not genetically passed down. You can become any type of bird species that would better match your nature.

 

Seeing as how you have to deal with another part of yourself, that’s reasonable.

 

Probably because taking care of your bird side is like taking care of an actual bird needing to tend their needs. What happens if you continuingly ignore this? you’d think they’ll die like normal birds without proper care and stuff but no! They take over your body which is usually called being controlled by instincts.

 

It’s a fucking mess, imagine having to deal with one that’s smart.

 

Cons of being a phoenix is that it’s complicated to understand, that’s what got them into this mess. The demanding instinct and voice in his head telling him how to act, wanting and longing for a flock, a childish desire he had shoved down years ago after he turned 6.

 

He was afraid of those loving hands, ignorant of the fancy small bird caged that disguised themselves as a welcoming home, soft nest, a flock, everything they’d ever need everything to make his bird side feel domesticated was in that small little room that he failed to see as a cage.

 

Not like his other half had said anything about it, they made him feel domestic and naïve. Craving for those gentle hands that preen his wings, cutting his primary feathers cleaning them, and taking care of him with honey covered lies and an impressive façade.

 

Now he stood in the capital of the country Manberg, a greedy capitalist that reside in the greater SMP. Holding the cloak tightly that covered his wings, ignoring the voice in his head that longed to go back to the nest.

 

Please? Nest! It’s cold here…nauseating. Please back nest? Flock there! Guardian there!

 

Shut up.

 

He thought loudly, clenching his head while resisting the demands of this dumb bird. They don’t know anything, they just want to get back to those fucking bastards who used them and yet they would rather stay blind about that fact!

 

Great, this was a bothersome.

 

The sun descended down, painting the sky of black and blue. Stars beginning to shine and glitter high above, no noble or emperor could possibly wear them on their expensive piece of fabric. Something that money couldn’t touch…

 

The phoenix was one of those… Was.

 

Now he stood in this capitalist of a fucking town, with nothing but a cloak to hide his wings that shift uncomfortably against the rough and itchy fabric. It was better than nothing.

 

Home...? not supposed to be here…bad feeling.

 

He didn’t listen.

 

Entering a bar that was still open, bunch of drunk idiots laughing loudly and he could had sworn he lost some of his hearing because of it. The bar was full of life; he’s never been in a loud place before…the room was usually quiet but not to the point it felt suffocating.

 

Guess that domestic shit hit him hard like a fucking drug.

 

He sat to one of the stools, looking at the one managing the drinks and stuff. Black hair with small yellow wings on their back, having a calm look while serving some drinks with the help of 2 other people.

 

“What can I get cha kid?” The bar man asked, whipping the cup with a dry cloth “I’m not a fucking kid.” Tommy snapped with annoyance, looking away from the man who seems to grow amuse “What cha wanna be called then, kid?” The last part was undoubtedly supposed to be a tease “Big man!”.

 

“Alright, big man names big Q “Big Q replied, looking at him with curiosity “That’s not your name” Tommy said “And that it isn’t your name either” Q fired back, Tommy sigh tiredly “Bitch” He replied which earned him a laugh.

 

No one turned an eye on them, just a fucking bartender and a person with a cloak.

 

“Kay’ big man, though seriously what brings you here? Ain’t some candy store if that’s what you were hoping.”

 

“I hate candy.”

 

Big Q smiled and slide a cup of orange juice towards him “I don’t have money.” Tommy said, he should had bit this tongue for saying that, he might get kicked out of here. The winged avian only laughed amusingly “On the house big man, no strings attach I promise ya.” They assured.

 

Leave! Nest…home! Nestnestnest!

 

He was going to fucking have a headache with this fucking demanding bird.

 

He grabbed the cup and took a small sip, letting it settle in before he took another one.

 

“Soo…Manberg, how’s it treating ya?” The winged avian tried to start a conversation “Just got here, don’t really know where the fuck I’m going but just running ya know. Greedy bastards left and right.” He replied, leaning his back against the edges countertop while his wings shifted slightly.

 

“Eh, hate to break it to ya big man but you’re in the center of greed.” Big Q brought, the news was no surprise to him since he has heard from his guardian how frustrating it was to handle shenanigans of Manberg.

 

“No shit I am.” Tommy rolled his eyes, placing the empty cup back to the countertop which the avian took and slid it somewhere “You gotta have done something to get your ass chased.” Tommy shrug, turning to the man. He took out his fallen primary feather out of his pockets and showed it to them.

 

In an instant the man pushes his hand down and scan the room to see if anyone saw, after confirming they lean over to him “Kid, I don’t know how you got that but you aren’t safe.” Tommy shivered at their sentence, slightly tilting his head in confusion.

 

“Ey Sap! Guide the young fellow to one of the rooms will ya?” They turn to one of the people serving the costumers, they nodded and walked over to them “Something happen huh?” They smiled. Big Q rolled his eyes and patted Tommy’s hair.

 

“Eh, don’t worry bout’ him.”

 

Tommy didn’t know how that was supposed to be assuring but he was too confuse to focus right now, sure he showed one of his feathers then the man behavior completely turned 180 one him!

 

Danger! Nonono! Feather not them…for guardian!

 

Stop fucking shouting!

 

Before he knew what was going on, he was lead to a room with some couches and other interior that made him slightly anxious as it felt like he was back in inside that cage, only this time his bird side seems to be chirping for help.

 

He suppressed that urged, feeling a lump of saliva clog on his throat. It burned his chest like a fucking bitch.

 

His hand holding on to the cloak tightly, ignoring the aching pain on his wings. The fire place crackle with amber sparks, warming up the room.

 

What exactly was he doing here? He shouldn’t mindlessly go to shops and interacting with their fucking owners like he owns the place. Maybe it was a bad idea to show them his feather? They have tendency to fall off said by his guardian.

 

Which he thinks is bullshit.

 

The wooden door creaked open, revealing the bartender or Big Q as they told him. They sat down on the other couch, hunch on their back while curiously inspecting him “Big man, I know it’s none of my business but…you’re a phoenix aren’t you?” Tommy flinch, his hand gripping tightly on the cloak.

 

Was it that obvious?

 

God he knew it was a terrible idea…what should he do? He’s fucking cornered!

 

Tommy reflexively stood up, trying to back himself away but forgot the couch was behind him so he ended up stumbling his ass back to the fucking thing.

 

“Calm down! Was just speculation kid!” They rattled, putting up an assuring smile “Yeah right you fucking asshole!” He growled, pushing his back on the back of the couch. his wings twitching in pain.

 

Hurts! Please! Hurts! Hurt!

 

“Listen, if you are a phoenix its better if you don’t show your wings at all. What are you classified as kid? Prey or predator?” They questioned, like hell he was going to answer this fucker.

 

Big Q pulled out a bracelet, there was a tiny gem on the middle of it “I’ll trade ya for the information then, this would be able to change the color of your wings to something more common.” They put it on the coffee table, pushing it towards him.

 

Their negotiating with him?

 

“Why…?” Why are they helping him?

 

“Feeling generous.” Big Q shrugged, leaning against the back of the couch with their arms cross. Tommy stared at the bracelet, it was tempting to hide the color of his wings since it was a dead giveaway he is a phoenix after all and the color of his wings are obviously not a common color “Prey” He stuttered, grabbing the bracelet in the process before putting it on.

 

A strange feeling spread through his body, peeking into his cloak to see his wings were white, a feeling of relief rush through his veins and look back at the man who provided him the object “Thanks I guess…”

 

“No problem, got anywhere to stay kid? Have room for one more worker if you wanna have shelter…unless you have somewhere to go?”

 

“No…”

 

“Then work for me, can give you shelter and food even money” They added, temptation was something…Tommy couldn’t make a decision now, he can’t be hasty on trusting a total stranger. Just because they helped him doesn’t mean he should fully trust them.

 

Big Q stared at Tommy “I’ll give ya a week kid, don’t worry bout’ making hasty decisions” Big Q secured, standing up from their seat and making their way towards the door “I’ll prepare your room, big man!” They gave him a bright smile before leaving.

 

Tommy sat there, puzzled…bewildered of what just happen. It was a strange situation that he didn’t think he’d find himself in at the first night of the fucking Manberg.

 

Taking off the cloak to inspect his strain wings, the colorful feathers that would sparkle like stars was now a clear and bland color of white. Nothing special about them at all which…in his first time was thankful about the strangers help.

 

Taking a deep breath, stretching them wide before fluttering it slightly.

 

Oddly enough his bird side has been silent. It wasn’t like them to be like that, but isn’t complaining. Finally shutting that good for nothing phoenix.

 

He should be able to make a decision before the week ends…he hoped.

 

.

 

Tommy woke up, the sunlight passing through the window, he laid on the nest his kidnapper made “Your awake.” Speaking of them…Tommy bat an eye on the blond who held a tray of food. It was a warm stew, fresh bread and some tea.

 

“You must be hungry right? Here.” They spoke softly, placing down the tray in front of him “I wanna eat alone.” Tommy said, they hesitated before getting up and leaving the room. he heard the door shut, grabbing the piece of bread and taking small bits to feed himself.

 

Are you done…I wanna stay…they seem nice…let me imprint…

 

Fact he doesn’t have memories makes things worst, last time he heard the phoenix voice they sounded like a child trying to understand words and putting sentences together.

 

But now it was almost fluid. What dreaded him the most that he doesn’t know how old he is currently, the only thing he remembered was stepping on the borders of Manberg and poof! That was it! Even by just looking at his body it was…hard to tell somehow.

 

The Calendar would have the date of the year right? God why didn’t he look at that when he was carried to the living room! there could be one here but…there was none. He didn’t even know what year it was and just how far he lost his memories!

 

Frustratingly enough he was 7 when he escaped that prison. That fucking bird cage.

 

That’s how his fear of small spaces came to be, so suffocating so…small that he can barely move any of his limbs, terrified it might crush him.

 

He continued to mindlessly eat while his thoughts try to piece information together.

 

Bitterly degrading past self who he knows will be yelling at him for being so clueless! His bird brain didn’t even try to help him!

 

You’re on your own…I hate you…you did this to me…You lied to me.

 

He shivered at the voice, pushing the food away while he curled himself into a tight ball, wincing in pain from his broken legs. Moving his hands to his locks and tug them harshly. This was so useless…even if he manages to escape he’d still be lost and has nowhere to go!

 

If he could remember, maybe he met someone…that pocket watch was evident someone cared for him. The rough possibility that they could be dead though made him bite his lips, looking at his broken legs it wasn’t far fetch.

 

 

“Phil?” He called out, forcing himself to uncurl as the door creaked open, their head poking in before fully opening it “Are you done, mate?” Phil asked with a soft smile, Tommy bit his lips and looked away. He felt domesticated, he hated the feeling.

 

Imprint! I’ll imprint on them!

 

Hold on-

 

“Yeah.” He said quickly, trying to end the conversation so he won’t have to feel this thing that course through his mind. He felt like the bird side has been taking over slowly, he couldn’t let it happen but what can he even do? Clearly they’ve grown and he couldn’t remember shit.

 

That’s a huge disadvantage already.

 

 

“How’s your wings, mate?” He just noticed how close they got. Didn’t even hear their footsteps, jerking, he drags himself back slightly.

 

“It’s okay…I just wanna check if their alright hatchling…” They said with a soft voice, Tommy suspiciously looked at the man, convincing himself their just making him fall into a false sense of security with those gentle tone he knows so much.

 

“Their fine!” Tommy yelped, making Phil frown “Don’t lie to yourself…just let me see them, mate.” A hand reach to caress his cheeks, it didn’t feel suffocating. It felt soothing to the touch, he almost leaned into them with how gentle they caress his cheeks.

 

“There you go...” Phil whispered, feeling the pressing of Tommy subconsciously leaning their head into his hands. He smiled at the progress he’s making to get the small little hatchling to warm up to him…he just needs to continue this and they’ll be his.

 

Chuckling lightly before moving their other hand to his wings, it hovered slightly on the healing feathers. He wondered how a hatchling’s wings got this bad in the first place “does it still hurt?” He asked, Tommy pulled his head away from his hand. They were doing so good but he predicts he just needed to be patient with them.

 

It was only a matter of time.

 

Tommy wings fidget, they didn’t hurt as much now…the healing process is quicker but not instant “it’s getting better.” He shrugged, looking back at his legs that still hasn’t healed “How long do you think it will take for them to heal?” He asked Phil.

 

“With the speed right now it should approximately be around 4-5 months, if you keep taking care of yourself it should be faster.” Phil responded, touching Tommy’s leg and inspecting the broken parts.

 

“I am curious on how this happened, but assuming you also don’t know?”

 

“No shit.”

 

 

“Oh! Where’s that pocket watch?” Right, they said there was a date on it…but could it possibly have the year? Phil went to one of the drawers and took it out, it glistens in the sunlight and Tommy could had sworn he felt eyes prying on it.

 

Phil handed it to him, his thumb swipes against the surface before opening it. The music began to play again; he didn’t understand why the person made this for them but he was more than thankful for it.

 

There’s the clock, date, compass…but no year.

 

Fuck he’s going to have a headache just trying to know what fucking year it was! While his bird side is chirping happily at the fucking music playing he was over here having a headache.

 

“Phil, what year is it?” This was his only hope.

 

“Um…I lost track of time long ago, sorry if it can’t help with that mate” Just his luck!

 

Tommy groan, closing the pocket watch and laying his back, back to the soft nest. He was so tired, healing takes so much energy!

 

“Are you just going to watch me?” Tommy couldn’t even care about his kidnapper being here “Do you want me to leave?”

 

No! Stay!

 

“No! Stay!” the words slipped out, Tommy felt that those weren’t his words, not registering that he had shot up in the process. Phil stared at him with a surprise look before going back to his side and knelt down “I won’t leave…you should rest again, hatchling…” Phil’s hand went behind Tommy, it presses against his back and it prevented the small hatchling from backing away.

 

Tommy blink, feeling himself get push to their chest. The soft purring emitting from it “Let yourself relax…” Tommy didn’t push back, he couldn’t. Not with the internal conflict but…he just needed to lean on someone for once.

 

.

 

The bustling noises radiated from the bar, Tommy wanted to complain about it but hey this was a bar what the fuck did he expect? This ain’t a fucking library or a café last he checked.

 

It took him over a 2 days to decide if it was worth staying here with that suspicious man, sitting on the side of the bed just thinking of the pros and cons he might get from it. Adding the fact that he can’t predict what will happen next, troubling him even more.

 

What if his guardian comes? They’d recognize him in an instant!

 

Guardian? Coming home? Yes! safe! Why still here?

 

The voice in his head chirped, he forgets that he shares the same mind as this thing… he soon made a decision that he would stay with them for a limited amount of time, he needs money and this is the only place that seems to accept seven year olds…isn’t this child labor?

 

He questioned Big Q about this, they responded with saying that it was legal…

 

Which fucking bastard rules this country? Child labor is legal? Absurd…maybe because he just got out after years of isolation. His skin was practically white to the point he’d match ghost.

 

“Big man!” A cheerful voice snapped him out of his thoughts, gazing over at the yellow winged avian having a big smile on their face “Big Q, what’s up?” Walking over to them who stood on the other side of the countertop “Nothing much, just checking how your adjusting.” Big Q said, eyes carefully train at him “Eh, few bastards keep trying to touch my wings because they thought I’d be funny.” Tommy scoffed.

 

Crossing his arms at the memory of yesterday, just people wanting to touch someone’s wings like they own it.

 

Makes him shiver at the thought of those hands touching his pure white wings, not like their actually his original color but you get the point.

 

Tommy notice how Big Q’s eyes darken slightly, glancing over at the people behind him before laxing their posture “Just slap them with your wings if they try, makes them know you won’t take their shit.”

 

“Sounds great, but why the hell is child labor legal” Tommy questioned “Oh well, big guy up stairs decided to make it legal, this ain’t called the circle of greed for nothing kid.” Big Q stated.

 

“Is drinking early legal too?”

 

“…”

 

“This country is a fucking mess.”

 

“Eh, don’t make the rules kid. I’m sure people preferred the old president rather than the new one…but they decided to vote for him instead.” Big Q shrugged, Old president huh? He wondered what happen to them.

 

“Bring this to table 3” Big Q slide the drinks that was place on the tray to Tommy who nodded, grabbing it with a steady hand before walking off.

 

 

“What got you all soft on the new kid?” Big Q jerked up slightly, turning to one of his husbands that had soft curly brown hair “You know I like the feisty ones, sides that kid has some potential to be great” Their husband smiled “Quackity!” Sapnap came tumbling down the stairs, catching the two off guard.

 

“I need to go, important business.” Sapnap grab the coat that Karl was holding for him, not even letting the avian get a word out they rushed out of the back door. Well thankfully it was noisy so not much was heard…unless they were close to their proximity.

 

“That was…”Karl purse his lips confusingly, looking over at Quackity who seem to have the same confuse reaction “Looks like something came up.”

 

“I guess so…we’re going to have our anniversary soon; hope he can make it…” Karl frown, sitting on the stool and cupping his cheeks, letting out a tired sigh “He’s not gonna miss it, if he does then I’ll throw him in the Antarctic.” Karl laugh slightly at the avian’s statement.

 

 

“He hates the cold, he’ll hate you if you do that.”

 

“At least I had my reasons.”

 

“So will he though.”

 

“I’ll trade cards then” Quackity smiled, an argument would be fun but right now he needs to be careful around the phoenix. It was fortunate that they were classified as prey as seeing from hidden records of previous avian phoenix they tend to light everything on fire with their wings.

 

Predator class can cause a lot of damage, their wings bursting into flames that changes its colors. It was a common fact that people should never provoke a phoenix. Prey or not they will cause severe damage to those who they find threatening.

 

Although it’s rare, a prey phoenix would gain its healing abilities. Their primary feathers also carrying them.

 

Safe to bet that the people after the young phoenix are exploiting them for their healing properties, he only heard rumors that it could basically heal anything…by anything he meant everything, rumors saying it could bring someone back to life. It could be exaggerated, written text and news tend to exaggerate things left and right of course.

 

 

“You know Sap is part of the Hunter organization, did you tell them that?” Quackity turned away, of course he didn’t tell the phoenix about that, there was a high probability that one of the people there are after the phoenix.

 

He isn’t trying to fool the kid, he was honest when he said they can stay here and work “They’ll hate you when they find out.” Karl sigh, clearly seeing how husband slightly feeling guilty “It’s fine, need to go back to work love.” Quackity pat Karl’s locks before turning to serve orders.

 

 

Tommy was not use to the fucking smell of alcohol filling the air, the night was always the busies hour he guessed. He still wore the cloak to hide his wings but they tend to peek out.

 

Sometimes he’d spot other avians entering the bar but their wings looked different.

 

Some looked sleek, transparent and multi-colored.

 

It was new to him! Curios about why their wings are so different so when he finished serving up the orders he’d ask Big Q about it, Karl had joined later on to helping him.

 

“So Tommy how are you adjusting?” Karl asked, giving him a soft smile “Fine, just don’t like the smell of people getting drunk.” He shrugged, sitting back down at the stool, panting slightly from using all his energy running around and serving drinks.

 

He guesses someone here cooks too, but mostly delivered by Karl himself.

 

He could be the chief.

 

“Want refreshments big man?” Quackity nudges Tommy from behind the countertop “Sure, what do you got?”

 

“Would you like water or juice?”

 

“Water.”

 

“Coming right up!” Quackity turned away to get him a cup of water, he laid his head on the countertop and scratch it with his cut talons tiredly. God labor was so exhausting and people do this to live huh?

 

The people who kept him in the cage was clearly spoiling him, he will admit his guardian was right on the nail when they said the outside world is hard to scrap by and how lucky he is to live in luxury.

 

But he didn’t give a fuck, if it means having freedom then so be it!

 

The door slammed open, startling Karl and him, glancing over at the rude fellow he was met with them trudging down to his direction and sitting beside him with a grim look. Curly brown hair, wearing a trench coat while hunch over. Knocking his knuckles on the countertop.

 

Quackity came back with the glass of water, their calm demeanor turned into a cautious one when spotting the brunette next him, placing the cup of water with ice cubes down infront of him “Big Q?” Tommy carefully asked, he was about to grab the cup of water when the guy next to him grabbed it and jugged it down.

 

THIS RUDE BASTARD WHAT THE HELL!?

 

 

Slamming the cup down and whipping their mouth, breathing deeply before lifting their head to meet the yellow avian’s eyes “What happen to you?” Quackity said motioning Tommy to leave.

 

But he was stubborn so he stayed, not like the man can directly tell him to shoo away with this bastard here. He’s going to give him a piece of his mind!

 

“Bitch! Who taught you could just rudely barge in and take my shit!? Hasn’t your mom taught you etiquette!?” He snapped, getting the brunettes attention. They glared him at him and cross their arm “Well, what is a child doing so fucking late at night? Wouldn’t your mother be worried?” The brunette fired back.

 

It was so clear they were in a bad mood and he’s about to make it worst.

 

“I’m not a fucking child! I’ll have you know I’m old enough to fucking go out on my own!” He snapped back, the brunette rolled their eyes.

 

Oh what a bitch.

 

“What happen to staying neutral huh? Quackity?” The brunette turned to Quackity who clenched the dry cloth, their lips pursing “My business is none of yours.” Quackity replied sternly.

 

“Bitch you owe me a glass of water.” Tommy pulled the sleeve of the trench coat harshly, glaring daggers at the brunette who merely looked down at him “What a spit fire.” They had the audacity to laugh, he was going to burn this bitch if he even can.

 

Not developed yet! Scary…bad aura…

 

Great fucking help are you?

 

Bitch!

 

Great, it’s mimicking him.

 

He kindly flipped off the brunette, letting go of their sleeve leaving the stool. He ain’t gonna bother anymore this fucker doesn’t deserve his attention.

 

Unbeknownst to him, a pair of amuse dark brown eyes trailed his every moment, a sinister smile plastered on their face before turning to the bartender “I’ll have the usual.” The yellow avian was quick to get his order, almost as if they wanted to avoid him.

 

“Never though you would be accepting strays.” The brunette commented “You know things change, Wilbur…looks like your still stuck in the past” Quackity slides the shot glass to them filled with alcohol “You know I should had won, it was rigged.” Wilbur snarled, grabbing the shot glass.

 

“But you can’t change the past can you? Move on already.” Quackity sigh at the former president as they take their shot, coughing slightly before setting the shot glass down “right, easy for you to say that huh?” Wilbur said bitterly.

 

“If you’re here to vent shit out again I’m going to have to tell you to leave.”

 

“Really that cruel are you, Quackity?”

 

“Says the terrorist.”

 

“Fair.” Wilbur shrugged, looking back at the blond who kept their wings hidden in the cloak “I know you’re not one to do charity work…that kid, your hiding them aren’t you?” Quackity cursed the sharp observation skills of this terrorist, he sighs.

 

“You trying to blackmail me?” Quackity glared “Whatever do you mean? I wouldn’t put a child in danger now would I?” Wilbur grinned “Yes you would.”

 

Quackity knew how to avoid this situations, but currently he’s holding the phoenix themselves, if Wilbur ever gets their hands on them he doesn’t know what will happen to the young fledgling. They could be used as a tool and that’s what he feared with this crazy bastard.

 

 

“If you’re going to use a kid to get something from me your no better that him.” Wilbur flinch, his eyes darkening to glare at the yellow avian “Don’t fucking compare me to that bastard.” He growled “Then don’t fucking come to my place to try and blackmail me, you psychopath.” Wilbur rolled his eyes

 

“Duck.”

 

“Sparrow.” They spat.

 

Tommy watch from the distance, the two looked like their having a couple fight. He just turned away and let it happen, this wasn’t his business and he cannot stand seeing that fucker either.

 

He hopes they don’t come back the next day.

 

…

 

Why did he have fucking jinxed it!?

 

Both him and Quackity watch him waltz into the fucking bar at 10 in the morning, he was busy, sure the bar wasn’t fucking full during the day but seriously what was this fuckers deal?

 

He tried his best to avoid it, per Quackity’s request not like he wanted to be around the guy who smelled like ash and smoke, he wasn’t immune to those things even though he’s a fucking phoenix!

 

Smells like roasted chicken!

 

Please shut the fuck up.

 

Can you be nice to me least?

 

Only if you help me instead of begging for a flock.

 

But family…want it…

 

Not now.

 

Help you if you let me have flock!

 

I get to pick who right?

 

Yes!

 

Deal.

 

Suddenly he felt himself get hit with euphoria, a massive amount of it to be exact. He covered his face to hide it, telling Quackity he didn’t feel well and soon gave him the thumbs off to take a break.

 

Rushing to him room and slamming the door behind him, taking off the bracelet and cloak. His wings spread and he could visibly see how his primary feathers had grown back, that was strange “Did…did you do this?” He asked himself, the voice let out a happy chirp in response.

 

He looks at his wings in disbelief, all this time…they could have easily grown it back?

 

“You fucking! Why didn’t you say shit?!” He was yelling at himself.

 

Not important till now! Don’t yell! Hurts!

 

Fucking…fine fine! he will let this fucking slide “What else did I get…?” He told himself, scratching his chin.

 

It’s surprise~

 

He face palm himself, aren’t the bird people get supposed to match their fucking nature? His was rather mischievous and playful. It felt like it was missing something if it really did have his nature.

 

Rude.

 

There it is.

 

He flaps his wings, seeing the stardust trailing down and how it beautifully glittered like diamonds. His wings weren’t just the usual amber or fire color instead it had somewhat of a rainbow color, generally speaking it had all the colors that exist.

 

Odd.

He sat down on the bed, he just needed to find a peaceful area to live in… and imprint on someone he could trust.

 

That was all he needed.

 

.

 

When he woke up again, he wasn’t in the nest. No he was currently at the couch staring at the wooden ceiling before “Good morning, mate” This blond bitch appeared on his line of vision and startled him shitless that he fell off the couch “Shit- “He heard the blond say, lifting him off the ground and putting him back on the couch.

 

“Sorry, mate…I didn’t mean to startle you.” Tommy felt them brush his cheek, his bird side chirped happily, making his body lean into their touch “Your healing incredibly well” They smiled, but he couldn’t hear them as he was too busy paying attention to the soft touches.

 

Phil smiled, his black wings ruffled in excitement.

 

Tommy snapped out of it and took his head off their hand “fuck, sorry.” He turned away in embarrassment, burying his face into his hands while the blond went somewhere, coming back with a bowl of steaming stew.

 

He felt the soft think blanket get wrapped around him “it’s strange that you’re not cold, maybe it’s the pain.” Fuck, they still don’t know he’s a phoenix. That’s good but still! What will he do if they find out!? Fuck fuck fuck…he might end up like a cage bird again…

 

His breathing became hasty, clutching his chest while trying to forcefully calm himself down. Warm hands pulling him to their chest, he can hear them purr and run their hands in a circular motion on his back.

 

A few minutes pass and he finally calmed down, he was already exhausted despite just waking up…he kept sleeping through the day, he doesn’t wanna sleep but it felt comfortable.

 

“Don’t be afraid little hatchling…your safe, not trapped or alone.” Tommy hears them whisper into his ear, he can feel himself weakly chriping, yearning to bury himself into the avians chest and let them brush their fingers against his feathers.

 

He couldn’t tell if this was his own feelings or his bird side, he doesn’t know but he knew he was tired of fighting them. his body basically is telling him to just stop and listen, was this the stage of being controlled by instincts?

 

“You should eat first before you fall asleep, hatchling” Tommy felt a hand gently grab his chin, making him meet the avian’s blue eyes “Not yet, little one. Keep your eyes open for me.” They said, Tommy whined. Feeling himself get lifted off the couch slightly before being placed on their lap.

 

He curled around them, not wanting to eat.

 

“Come on little one…you need to eat so you can heal faster…” Tommy groan, it is tempting. He turned to the bowl that Phil had settled on the coffee table and tried to pick it up, instead the avian’s hands took it.

 

Wait was he getting spoon fed-

 

“I can eat by myself!” He complained but Phil didn’t listen, instead he lifted the spoon to the hatchling as it hovered near their mouth. Tommy pout but his bird side was chirping happy, letting his mouth open as the spoon entered his mouth.

 

It was warm and cozy, he sighed and leaned his back against Phil’s chest, letting them spoon feed him.

 

When he was done eating, embarrassingly enough that it is…he hopes Phil doesn’t go flaunting around telling people that he was being spoon fed like a fucking baby. Oh that would be a fucking nightmare.

 

His legs were still broken so he couldn’t fucking walk outside or around to explore, he might find somethings useful to him along the way though. Probably the year or something, if he’s lucky he could find a map!

 

The bowl was place back on the coffee table, he can hear feathers rustling from behind him, slightly turning his head to see the black wings of the avian. Dark as night and smooth as silk, he wasn’t sure what classification this person was, could be that they’re predator or prey but they aren’t giving the whole predatory vibe.

 

And they look passive as a prey…

 

This made him nervous.

 

“What’s wrong little one?” Phil asked, brushing his fingers against the hatchlings golden curls, they looked troubled as if overthinking something “You can ask me anything, I don’t want you stressing yourself little one…its bad for your health.” Tommy lips pursed tightly, their voice were so soft and gentle. His hearth melted against their touches, his bird side was practically singing happily.

 

 

“It might be rude…” Since when did he care about that?

 

Our Guardian…Guardian! We can’t let them down…don’t want them to get mad at us!

 

The fuck was this thing trying to say?

 

“Don’t worry about that…now tell me, what’s bothering you my little hatchling?” He couldn’t see them smile properly, he turned back to the fireplace feeling them press their chin on his locks. So busy trying to avoid the topic that he didn’t realize the avian said ‘my hatchling’.

 

“I…” trailing off slightly.

 

Just say it!

 

“What are you classified as?” He choked the words out, his head felt like it was burning with how demanding the phoenix was getting.

 

“Hmmh…” They hummed “ I’m a predator, now before you say anything I haven’t harm anyone in my life…not all predators are what they may seem.” Phil assured, Tommy grip the blanket tightly. Progressing the information.

 

Unable to see the dark look in the avians eyes, unable to notice their hold on him tighten with each breath “I’m not going to hurt you, hatchling…predators don’t do that.” A free hand caressing the terrified hatchling’s cheek while the other press against their waist.

 

Letting a purr to ease their tension.

 

Tommy was fucking terrified, sure the avian has been nothing but kind to him since the first day but their a predator! He knew predators are possessive fuckers that won’t hesitate to chain down the one they deem worthy.

 

Second of all, despite the fact predators aren’t easily controlled by instincts like the prey species they are still dangerous with their fucking predatory eyes.

 

But right now he’s sitting on a predator’s lap, unable to run and fucking do shit because he sure decided to again... JUMP OFF SOMETHING HIGH AS FUCK!

 

It was an airship.

 

AN AIRSHIP IN FACT!

 

What the fuck had his past self-thought!? He couldn’t possibly survive that fucking high!

 

You were an idiot back then.

 

Glad we can agree on something.

 

Tommy felt himself get moved, he failed to notice due to his intrusive thoughts that he was leaning on Phil’s chest. Their hands stroking his wings gently “Are you alright no, little one?” They asked, he groan and weakly punch their chest “When can I fucking walk again…” He complained.

 

“Healing takes time.”

 

“Fucking hell.”

 

A few months pass, his legs began to heal quite well and now he’s able to slightly walk around. Still needing to lean on something to support himself because he wasn’t accustomed to walking again.

 

Phil had kept a close eye on him, on rare occasions they would leave to go to the nearby village to buy somethings and it give him time to snoop around and see what he can find, the avian must be hiding something.

 

Surprise surprise…he couldn’t find much, there was one room that was locked that didn’t have windows or anything that he could possibly use to get in. this fucker was smart…they probably prepared this knowing he’d try and find something, truthfully speaking this was already suspicious enough.

 

Even the sword displayed above the fireplace just vanished!

 

Damn it.

 

That sword was pretty cool though, maybe he hid it in inside the lock room?

 

“Maybe…” he muttered, he could try kicking it down but uhh…

 

You idiot don’t even think about it.

 

“I’m not I’m not jeez.” Sighing. He wasn’t dumb enough to kick it down, slumping back to the couch and spreading his wings that had been gaining their feather recently “How long will he be gone?” He asked himself, looking over at the door leading to the outside.

 

2 hours.

 

That fucker is fast alright.

 

There were a few books on the shelf, he learned about wing’s feather types it wasn’t the usual ones that would be seen when researching about bird wings though.

 

Predators have 4 feather types that are named after hard materials, iron, gold, diamond and obsidian. Diamond and obsidian are considered very rare; he assumes that Phil is either a diamond or obsidian telling by their wing colors.

 

Diamonds are colorful, they have very different colors depending on the person so a black diamond is possible…Predator wings are mostly about attack and defense, their feathers can harden like the material while still being light as a feather oddly enough. Their primary feathers becoming sharp as a sword’s blade and their secondary feathers becoming hard as the actual material themselves, could be used as a shield.

 

It was an interesting discovery on his part, learning more about the avian species.

 

Strangely enough when their feathers are taken or fall off, they would contain material their based from, so they can make it a sword or anything! Makes him wonder if that black sword is made from Phil’s feathers.

 

They would need a lot of feathers for that though.

 

Can we do that?

 

We aren’t predators.

 

Fuck…

 

His eyelids started to feel heavy, shifting himself to a more comfortable position before dozing off.

 

.

 

 

Everything was perfectly normal! He was wearing a cloak while making errands around the capitals stalls. Yep just him.

 

It’s been exactly 4 months since he started working for Quackity, now he’s making errands for the gentleman to buy some ingredients so Karl won’t run out like last time.

 

Perfectly fine.

 

“Come on little birdy don’t ignore me~” He’s alone, he’s alone he doesn’t have anyone with him and Quackity trusted him to do this alone! Nope just him!

 

“Why are you so mean to me? Don’t you want me to repay you?” They kept pushing, he’s been ignoring this fucker for 4 hours straight. He’s losing his fucking patience, an idea popped into his head but shook it off, kicking the fucker in the balls would only tempt them to pester him more.

 

Is this guy a masochist?

 

Fuck it.

 

“If you keep following me sir I am going to call scream at the top of my lungs.” Tommy snapped at them, scowling at the tall brunette who only laugh dismissively “aww, aren’t you just adorable~” the audacity they have to pinch his cheeks!

 

He growled and bit their arm, digging his teeth into the dark brown tainted skin.

 

“Fuck! Hey hey!” The brunette hissed in pain, trying to push his head off but to no avail, it was until they tickle his ticklish spot that he let go “Feisty.” They rub their arm, touching the bite marks carefully with their fingers.

 

“That’s what you fucking get for being a creepy bitch.”

 

“Are you still mad 4 months ago? I promise I was just in a bad mood! I didn’t mean to take you glass of water.” Now that their sounding it like that it makes him look like a whining bitch, whining about something as simple as a fucking glass of water.

 

“Shut up and leave me alone you clingy fuck.” Flipping off the brunette “Aww come on, Theseus~” they chirped, right. Theseus is currently his fake name. God this fucker won’t leave him alone!

 

“You’ve been pestering for 3 months!” Tommy snapped at the fucking brunette, calling themselves Wilbur or someshit.

 

“That’s because you keep ignoring me…breaks my heart you know?” They playfully frown, ruffling his golden locks. He hissed and slapped their hand away “Get the fucking hint, man.” He scowled.

 

They tilt their head innocently “What hint?”

 

Is murder legal?

 

Has to be.

 

Tommy whisked behind him and booked it, hearing that fucker call out behind him. Too bad he was the fastest man alive!

 

Going into the crowd of people, before making his way to the alley ways that should connect to the backdoor of the bar.

 

The sound of strong wings flapping in the air, fuck he might not have counted that their also an avian, a fast one to be exact.

 

In an instant they swooped down and snatch him up “Nice try little birdy~” They mocked, dark brown wings flapping against the air as this bastard was basically kidnapping him in broad fucking daylight!

 

“Let me fucking go! this is kidnapping you fuck!” Tommy thrashed around their grip “What if I say this is legal?” Wilbur laughed “Then this fucking country is hell!” he continued to thrash “You don’t wanna fall do you? Or maybe you can fly~?” There was a dark tone in their voice that he did not like at all.

 

“If you fucking drop me I’m never talking to you as long as I fucking breath.”

 

“Oh?” A mischievous tone came out of the avian, slowly their hands began to loosen around him as he grips on their arm terrified of falling. He doesn’t know how to fucking fly! “Your insane!” He screamed.

 

“I am~” This bastard.

 

Their hands slipping away from his body, he shutting his eyes and held the fuckers arm for dear life “Please please…don’t let go…” He choked out, his eyes tightly closed. The wind brushing against his golden locks before another pair of hands pulled him down.

 

Tommy froze, did..they land?

 

His body trembled in fear, slowly opening his eyes to spot…”Big Q!” He cried in relief, they gave him a relief look before turning to the brown avian.

 

The brunette gently landed on the ground letting out a laugh of amusement “Awww, did you really think I would kill someone~?” They cooed, making him shivered and tucked his head into Quackity’s shirt.

 

Fucking giving this sadistic fucker the middle finger, he doesn’t wanna be near this hazard of a fucking prey as long as he lived!

 

The noise became muffled, he refuses to hear anything that the two are bickering about…he’s so tired already and just wanted the day to pass like normal.

 

 

Quackity was furious at the sparrow, he should had kept Tommy inside instead of letting him go out and be grab by this sadistic man “Wilbur, for the last time. Leave my people out of your bullshit.” He roughly stated, but his words fell on deaf ears as the sparrow’s eyes were trained on the small trembling phoenix.

 

While the young boy was unaware of the look in the sparrow’s eyes, he sure caught it right away…the possessive look in their eyes was unnerving, staring straight at the trembling child with an amuse and possessive smile.

 

He needed to keep Tommy away from this sparrow as much as possible.

 

“Well I’ll be going now!” The sparrow clapped their hands, never their eyes left the small child curled up in his arms, a hint of jealousy could be visible with the slightest twitch of their eyes “I’ll see you soon~” Turning to their back and walking away.

 

Quackity knew who that was that directed at, it only made his bird side want to protect the young phoenix more than ever.

 

 

He took the small child back inside, stepping to the second floor of the building and opening the door towards their room “Big man, you’re alright now…” He gently whispered to them.

 

Tommy peeked around the room for a bit before removing his head from the yellow avian’s chest “Fuck sorry…” He breathed out, he was about to remove himself from the yellows avian’s hold but their hold only tightens “Tommy, I know you’ve been enduring him for so long and I’m so proud you’ve manage this long.” Tommy felt a tingling feeling inside him, he was used to being praised but not like this “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you…”

 

Tommy never saw Quackity act vulnerable, the country itself would tear you the moment you show any signs of weakness. That’s what he found out, maybe that’s why Karl barely left the bar. They were against a bunch of hungry dogs that would tear them apart when they see an opening.

 

 

He hugged Quackity, a rare case that some avians grow wings that are too small to fly. Clearly Quackity was one of them but the man showed and showed he doesn’t need strong wings to beat down who dares look down at him. Quackity was strong, but sometimes being a shield or a sword needs a break.

 

“I should had kick that fucker right in the balls.”

 

“Pft-“They laughed, putting him down on the bed and patting his locks “Do it next time. It’s not against the law to use self defense. “

 

“Yeah fucker deserved to be knock out a block or two!”

 

“Yep.”

 

Quackity sat down next to him on the bed “But still, be careful around him…he was the former president who set war on the greater SMP for independence, you can’t be too careless.” They warned.

 

“He was…the what!?” Tommy chocked out in disbelief, the former president was that psychopath!?

 

“Unbelievable right?” Quackity let out a small laugh, Tommy nodded slowly, questioning what had happened to make them so…that “People change, that’s all I can say.” The avian said.

 

“By the way…I’m a duck avian if you’re so curious” The fuck is all these information getting thrown at him like its nothing!?

 

“Species duck, Classification prey, Feather type cotton.” Quackity stated “Do you know what feather type I am?” Tommy asked curiously, Quackity scratch his chin before snapping his fingers “Cotton!” Well that was surprising.

 

“What’s with that look?”

 

“Thought it be something else.”

 

“Beggars can’t be choosers big man.”

 

“No shit.”

 

Tommy smiled to himself, maybe he can imprint on Quackity.

Notes:

Tommy:Let me go!

Wilbur:Okay!

Tommy:...-WAIT!

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Well I had to cut the chapter due to how long it was going to be... The next chapter might take long and as you can see. I am now unsure how many chapters this will take before it ends.

But hey how was Wilbur in the chapter?

Edit: someone went wrong with changing the like... Letter formats? Looking into it to see if I can fix it.

Notes:

The starting line of Stockholm syndrome and gaslighting.

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Big thanks to mint and devour fur being my beta readers! They helped me alot in fixing some issues in the grammars and such so go check their stories out!