Grian Oneshots

44 ~ The Children

TW: Mention of h0m0phobia and tr@nsphobia; Bad parents;

Relationships:
Grian & Phil [Siblings] (Philza is older than Grian)
Wilbur, Tommy, & Grian [Nephews to Grian]
Grumbo [Tommy ships it openly to them because he thinks its hilarious]

Things to clear up:
Grian has wings, just hides them. Philza's wings are damaged, and Tommy never cared about flying.

Times:
HC-S7-After M.R. won
DSMP-After Tommy's revival

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Grian knocked on the door before opening it. He thought about stealing it just to mess with his brother, but decided against it.

"Hey Phil! I'm just... here..." Grian said, stopping once he saw the two kids on the couch. "Who are you?"

"None of your fucking business!" The young blonde yelled, fear evident in his voice.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" The taller brunette asked, stepping in between the young blonde and Grian.

"I'm Grian. Is this not Philza Minecraft's house?" Grian asked, checking the number on the door. The pair stayed quiet, but Grian just became more confused. This was the correct place, so who were they?

"You know Philza?" The taller asked, venom dripping from his tone at the name.

"Of course I do? He's my brother."

"Does that mean your our uncle!?" The young blonde asked, stepping to the side and looking at Grian.

Horror fell upon Grian's shoulders as he looked at them. The older brother looked a lot like Kristen, and the younger looked a lot like Philza. These two were Phil's kids...

"I guess it does..." Grian said, smiling to the young blonde. "May I ask your name, young man?"

The blonde was both pleased and angry at the name.

"I'm not a fucking child! I'm a big man! Big Man Tommyinnit!" The child yelled.

"And I'm Wilbur." The taller grumbled.

Grian nodded and smiled to them.

"Would you like some help making dinner? It is almost 6." Grian asked, looking to the clock, then back to Wilbur. Wilbur grumbled again, but nodded.

"Go clean your room." Wilbur told Tommy.

Tommy scoffed before stomping to his room. Wilbur led Grian to the kitchen, where Grian pulled out spices and mentally went over the ingredients list for stew. It was awkwardly quiet, and Grian became engrossed in his thoughts because of it.

How long had Philza had children? Where there more than just Tommy and Wilbur? How old were they? Did Philza take them on his trips? Is that the smell of smoke? Is Phil being a good father? Where's Phil and why did both kids react badly when Grian mentioned Phil?

"Oh my gord- that's the smell of smoke!" Grian said, turning to look down the hallway Tommy had ran down before hand.

"Its fine, Tommy's part Piglin. This entire house is fire proof." Wilbur said.

Grian looked over and smiled to Wilbur. He was still nervous, but less about the smoke. Wilbur had some papers and pencils on the table in front of where he sat. He checked the stew, before turning off the oven.

"Can you get a towel or a hot pad?" Grian asked.

Wilbur stood up and walked out of the room for a minute, before returning with the hot pad. Grian thanked him, before placing it on the center of the table. Wilbur became intrigued, and watched as Grian moved the stew from the oven to the table. Grian then looked in the cupboards, before placing three bowls with spoons on the table.