#dreamsmp g/t

[beansthough]

Ch.9 {A Snake in the Bird’s Nest, It’s Made a Home}

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Cw/Tw: slight angst but hurt/comfort, slight fear.

Tommy never expected that this would be how his situation would turn out. It was strange to say the least. They boy was mostly expecting a painful death, followed by the destruction of the forest. Instead, he found himself sitting in a tree on the edge of the village, fidgeting with the leaves and twigs on the branches with an unsure feeling in his gut.

A cool breeze combed through the naga’s golden hair, his red eyes were dim as he thought of the events of the past few days.

When he woke the morning after the destruction, the first thing he did was release the hybrids he had tucked away in his storage. The fire was long dead and the rain of the night led to a cool crisp morning, even with the remaining smoky smell in the air. Wilbur was the only one that seemed to protest the idea of being let out into the chilled air, Phil and Techno seemed almost in disbelief that they were let out at all.

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Techno had been the one to thank the kid first. For his bravery, his strength, and for protecting his brother. Philza could only stand by his side and nod his head along with his son’s kind words.

Techno also apologized profusely. Guilt ate away at the warrior any time he even glanced at the kid. It seemed that his eye was healing well, but it seemed just a little more dull than its counterpart to the left. Techno also couldn’t help but notice the many tiny arrow scars that coated the boy’s arms and back.

Techno was relives that the healing potions had worked that well, but no matter how subtle it was, the evidence that Techno had deliberately hurt the kid was still there. It made something ugly and cold sit deep in his gut and crawl up to the back his throat, Techno couldn’t even meet the boy’s gaze.

Wilbur and Philza were stuck with Tommy while Techno made his own way to the villager’s camp on the other side of the river. His cut leg was already healed from the healing potion he had hastily splash on it last night, it was still sore and a rather noticeable scar was in its place, but he could walk.

His rabbit Carl, who he had rode into battle that night, seemed to had gotten spooked by the two naga’s and the fire’s presence and disappeared mid fight. Techno was relived to find his rabbit halfway to the river hiding in a burrow under a tree. It seems the fire hadn’t even made its way to this part of the forest, the plant life was as lush as ever.

He was glad that his rabbit knew how to stay safe, but he was a little disappointed that he was abandoned during such a stressful moment. Techno’s feelings couldn’t be too hurt, Carl was just a rabbit after all, and their instinct to run heavily outweighed the instinct to fight.

The rabbit had ran right to him the moment he walked by, Techno held him tight before climbing on top of his fluffy white back. He made it to the river in minutes. The berry bushes around them ripe with the early summer’s harvest.

Techno walked to the edge of the bank and gazed out to the makeshift camp. It was quiet, even as he saw villagers sitting outside of their tents, there was no laughing and shouting of friends, no joking from the guard. They were all quiet, waiting for any sign that their leaders were still alive.

Techno would give it to them. He brought to fingers to his lips and blew out a long shill whistle. Head’s all along the other side of the shore’s bank all whipped around to meet him.

Techno lifted his hand in a single big wave and cheers suddenly cried out everywhere. He could

make out Tubbo and Ranboo’s small forms jumping and shouting from the bank. His soldiers and friends were quick to storm him as he made his way across, tears and relief in their eyes, and many many questions pouring out of their mouths. This was going to be very difficult to explain…

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Tommy wasn’t use to being around this many people at once. Tommy wasn’t even use to being seen by people. Especially people who were all very much afraid of him.

Tommy could hear the large group coming when they drew closer to the village. When they did arrive all the laughter and conversations died down to a whisper, and many fearful eyes trailed over Tommy.

The healer’s hastily collected Wilbur and Philza, taking them to the medical center to deal with Philza’s broken wing and Wilbur’s broken leg and ribs. After they were gone silence once again overtook the crowd, Techno stood a little nervously at Tommy’s side. It seems the rat wasn’t to good around large crowds either.

The caution of the group was overwhelming, parents pushing the children behind them and many of the soldiers holding their weapons tight, you could cut the tension with a knife. The silence was however quickly broken by the relived cries of Tubbo and Ranboo. The pair quickly swarmed Tommy and tackled his face the best they could, smothering the Naga was tears and snot ran down their cheeks. A lot of the tension melted away, but Tommy could still sense that they all had their guard up.

Techno had said that he explained the situation to the villagers and guard to the best of his ability. He said he told him that his name was Tommy, he wouldn’t hurt them, and that he didn’t have anywhere else to go. Techno had said he had explained it as if they were taking in Tommy like they would to any hybrid that was in need.

Apparently some of the villagers protested the idea, but Techno had made it clear that Tommy wasn’t going to be a problem. He also made sure that Tommy understood that the villagers wouldn’t be a problem either.

So now here Tommy was 3 days later, sprawled out in a tree with only himself has company. The past two days he had stuck to Ranboo and Tubbo’s sides like glue. The pair never left him alone and Tubbo made sure to scare off anyone who looked at them a bit two long.

Today they were away. Helping to rebuild the town and replant some of the lost vegetation. Techno was busy leading the town in its new renovations under Phil’s directions. Wilbur was still restricted to bed rest, bones never did heal quite as well with potions like cuts and scrapes did. Philza however was up and about with one wing in a sling.

Techno made and effort to go see Tommy at least once a day, many of these meetings more awkward than not. Techno didn’t seem to be the best conversationalist when it came to anyone, many of their interactions started with Techno asking how he was doing and then telling him any updates on the restless mouse trapped in bed. Their talks never lasted very long, the Blade running out of things to say and them sitting in awkward silence. What do you even talk about to someone you almost killed?

At least Techno seemed to like Tommy, he made an effort for him and made sure to let Tommy know he was welcome. Philza, however, was no where to be seen. Tommy hadn’t seen him since he was let out of the clinic. He had only given Tommy a nod when he came to visit with Techno and he had utterly disappeared after the one meeting.

Tommy just wished he knew what he was doing wrong. He had been kind and understanding. He stayed out of the way and used his best manners, but people still seemed to think he would snap at any moment.

Honestly, if Tommy were in their position, especially Philza’s, he wouldn’t be quick to trust himself either. He has watched XD smack the bird to the ground. A sickening crack had rung out as phil’s wing made contract with the massive white tail. Only seconds later he impacted rather harshly to the rough ground.

XD had threatened to kill them all, he had done so casually, as if the tiny hybrids weren’t meant to be anything else than a quick snack. Tommy supposed that the sadist Viper didn’t really care that much for any creature of his own size as well, ready to sell them off for his own gain. As if they weren’t even people with thoughts and feelings.

Tommy shuddered at the thought of his old tormentor. He knew the viper was long dead, but sometimes he could still feel XD’s claws digging into his throat while Wilbur desperately cried out for him.

Wilbur…

He missed his older brother deeply, but he knew the mouse needed his rest. Tubbo and Ranboo were trying their best to help Tommy feel welcomed in the village, but Tommy knew when he was unwanted. Nervous glances and fearful whispers were the only interaction he got from the other villagers. The whispers stung the worse, but how were they supposed to know that Tommy could actually hear them?

Tommy wanted his brother.

A lump started to form in the boy’s throat and tears began to well up in his eyes. His chest ached and he longed for Wilbur’s warm embrace.

He missed Wilbur’s voice, wether it was telling a daring story or singing along to a beautiful melody. He missed his small hands that would pet his check or caress through his hair. He missed his brother’s contagious laugh and the fun games they played.

He missed Wilbur.

He just wanted things to go back to they way they were before. Just him and his brother spending the day together, with Tubbo and Ranboo coming to play on the days that Wilbur couldn’t be there, but now it was just Tommy once again.

Sitting alone in a tree, this time avoiding watch the villagers working below him. He found they were much more nervous when they knew he was watching.

Tommy sighed and wiped away the beginning of his tears and buried his head in his arms. Letting the sounds of the village fill his mind.

“Hey Mate…”

Tommy’s head shot upwards and he was surprised to see Philza standing in front of him. His wing still restrained in a makeshift sling, and Tommy to a moment to wonder who the bird got up in the tree in the first place.

The cawing of a crow over his head answered his question, Phil laughed and threw a shiny coin into the air. The crow dived for it and caught it in its beak before flying away to its murder. They flock of birds all began cawing at Phil and the avian waved them away before they all took flight.

Phil gave another chuckle before meeting eyes with Tommy, “They never stick around long after they’ve gotten what they’ve wanted, but they’re useful when you have what they want.”

Tommy gazed at Phil in amazement, this man had tamed the crows. “They listen to you?” Tommy asked with wonder in his voice. Philza shook his head with a smile, “Only when they want to, kind of like my own boys.”

Tommy found himself grinning with that last joke, but he quickly thinned out his lips and ducked his head away as the older man flinched at the sight of Tommy’s fangs. “Sorry…”

“It’s alright mate…” The pair stood in silence, neither of them having any idea what to say. It was obvious that Phil was still nervous around Tommy, if the flinch didn’t give it away, then the bird’s constant fidgeting would.

After what seemed like eternity Philza let out a long sigh. “Y’know, you remind me of Wilbur when I first found him.”

Tommy glanced back at Philza with a curious look, Phil gave a soft smile. “He was always so timid, always apologizing for things he shouldn’t be apologizing for. But he was also so full of wonder and curiosity. He was always finding something new for him and his brother to get into.”

Philza looked down towards the village as if he were seeing it as it was years ago. “You also remind me of Techno. Always willing to protect others and above all else your brother…. Y’know when the boy’s first got here they didn’t fit in all that well either. Techno was always picking fights with the other kids, and Wilbur wasn’t the best at making new friends.”

Philza turned to Tommy now, looking the boy in the eyes, “But they came around eventually, with some help of course, but they found a home here.”

The bird cleared a his throat with a short cough nervously picking at his hands. “Tommy… I’m afraid I’ve been rather a coward these past few days.” Tommy’s eyes widened. He knew Phil was afraid, but he didn’t think the bird would outright admit it.

“I’ve been hiding from you, from the village, even my own sons…. My mind hasn’t been in the best place since that night…” He was wringing his hands together now. “I didn’t have a very good experience with Naga’s when I was younger. My entire family and village were taken from me, and I’ve spent my whole life healing and rebuilding what I once had, and it was almost taken away from me all over again.”

Phil met Tommy’s eyes once more. “But you saved them. You save me.”

“It’s just… I’m so grateful for you, Tommy. You’ve looked out for Wilbur. You protected him and you even protected those who hurt you.” Philza took a breath.

“You did all of that Tommy… and you’re just a boy.” Philza took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair. “I regret more than I ever have in my life sending the guard to you. I didn’t know that you never intended to harm us, but I was afraid and irrational. I didn’t even try to scope out the situation before I rushed in.”

“I don’t ask for your forgiveness, but I want to make it up to you.” Tommy could only gaze in silence as Philza spoke, surprised that the man who he thought despised him, who had every right to after what XD had done, was instead now kneeling before him with his head to the ground.

“I want to know that you are free to stay here for as long as you want. I also want you to know that if you need something, anything, let me know and I’ll take care of it mate. I now we didn’t have the best first impression, but I want to change that now.” Philza stood back to his feet.

“You’re far too young to be on your own, Naga or not you should have someone looking out for you. I know that Wilbur had taken up that role for you, but I just want you to know that I’m here for you. Right, mate?” Tommy’s pupils rounded as the avian finished his speech, Tommy restrained his tail from reaching out to give the man a makeshift hug, instead he smiled and nodded his head. “Right.”

With that Philza gave a finale nod of his head grabbed a strand of ivy hanging from the tree. “See you tomorrow, mate?”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow.” A hopeful cheer coated Tommy’s voice, a happy purr was on the edge of his throat. It wasn’t perfect, but things were getting better.

“Oh!” Philza had shouted last minute before sliding down the vine. “Wilbur should be here to see you Tomorrow.” With that the Avian made his final departure leaving Tommy in a joyful bliss.

Maybe Tommy could have a home here. Perhaps he had already found it.

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Wilbur was practically bouncing off the walls, today was the first time in a week that he was allowed to leave his bed.

It was also going to be his first time to see Tommy again after he was taken to the clinic. He spent the week worrying himself into a tizzy, he could only hope that Tommy was doing alright.

He prayed to the gods that the villagers were treating Tommy well.

He had only gotten some vague updates from Techno on the subject in the afternoons. Phil never came to see him during the day, but he was there at his bedside when he thought that Wilbur was fast asleep at night. He never spoke a word, only running a clawed hand through Wilbur’s hair.

That was enough of an apology for Wilbur.

The mouse burst out of the room, his crutches clacking loudly against the stone floor. His father and brother were by his side, scolding and chirping for him to be more careful as he walked.

His cheeks hurt from the giant grin plastered to his face. He laughed and waved at anyone who walked by.

He was finally getting to see Tommy.

Techno led the way to one of the larger trees on the outskirts of the village, before the mouse could even call Tommy’s name, the Naga plummeted out of the tree to see his brother.

Philza gave a frightened Squawk at the sudden movement but quickly straightened out his feathers, giving an embarrassed smile.

“WILBUR!” The mouse didn’t even care to cover his ears. He dropped his crutches at his feet and stumbled towards Tommy’s face. The mouse vaguely registered Phil’s excessive scolding.

Wilbur head butted Tommy on the tip of his nose. The Naga’s purrs overpowering any other sound, Tommy completely taking up all of Wilbur’s senses.

They basked in each other’s presence, soaking up all of the lost time between them.

After a good few minutes of hugging it out, Wilbur reluctantly pulled away, taking in all of Tommy’s features. “I see your eye has healed well, a lot better than how I was healing anyways.” In the corner of his vision, Wilbur saw Techno nudge the dirt around with his foot.

“Yep! I can see just fine. I guess I’m just more of a big man than you Wilbur!” The mouse snorted and nodded his head.

“Yeah Tommy, I guess you’re right, I’m just too weak.” Wilbur playfully wilted to the ground. “Your mere presence is too much for my minuscule form.” Tommy was laughing now.

Wilbur put a hand to his forehead and faked fainting. “I guess you’re too much of a big man to need your big brother Wilbur then.” The mouse smirked and Tommy’s face dropped.

“Wilbur I didn’t mean it like that!” Tommy defended. Wilbur covered up his laughter with more sad wailing. “Wilby! Come on!”

Wilbur shot up and looked at Tommy with wide eyes. “Did you just call me Wilby?” A growing smile encompassed the mouse’s face.

Tommy’s face became as red as his scales and he tried to hide away in his coils. “You did! You did call me Wilby!” The pair became a fit of chaos, while Phil and Techno watched awkwardly from the sidelines. Phil slightly worrying for his sons broken ribs in the tussle.

After the two tired out they seemed to remember the pair they had sat to the side for their reunion. Wilbur gave an embarrassed chuckle and stood back up with his crutches, giving an apologetic glance at his father and brother.

Tommy also seemed to remember himself and he sat up straighter, smiling with his lips tight to hide his fangs.

“Uh Tommy…I was talking to Techno and Phil and we all agreed that you guys didn’t have the best first impression…” Wilbur cringed as he spoke, Philza and Techno kept their eyes adverted to the ground.

“Well…” The mouse drawled out. “We wanted to start over, on a clean slate.” Tommy shook his head in understanding, he Lowe’s himself to be closer to them once again.

“Alright, I guess we’ll start!” Wilbur gripped Techno’s sleeve and pulled him forward in front of the naga.

“Tommy, this is my brother Techno. Techno, this is Tommy.” Wilbur nudged Techno once more, Techno giving Wilbur a warning grunt. The mouse pretended to not notice.

“Um…Hi…” Techno mumbled. Tommy couldn’t hold back a giggle at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“Wilbur, you know I’ve already know them for a week now.” Tommy explained, but Wilbur looked downright offended at the statement.

“I know that!” Wilbur raged. “I just wasn’t there, so Techno please finish your introduction!”

Tommy laughed once more but they his eyes trail back to Techno. “It’s nice to meet you, person who I have never met in my life.” Techno spoke in a low monotone drawl, the Naga hissed in delight at the pinkette’s antics. Wilbur only huffed and instead pulled Philza forward.

The bird had a nervous smile on his face, giving a small laugh. “ Hi Mate…” He gave a small wave to the boy. “Uh… Pleasure to make your acquaintance?” He held out a wing for Tommy without thinking.

Tommy stared at the outstretched hand before reaching out with a clawed finger. Tommy felt the tiny talon’s softly grip his finger the best it could. Tommy slowly lifted his finger up and down, a happy grin on his face and his eyes crossed trying to sone in on the tiny movement.

Philza felt his heart warm at the sight.

Tommy pulled back his hand after the second shake and looked back to Wilbur. The mouse nodded his head, proud of his father’s performance, clapping his hands with a smug look. Techno rolled his eyes and shook his head with a small smile.

Tommy laughed at Wilbur’s antics. He reached out and gently plucked the mouse off the ground, holding from underneath his arms. Tommy immediately began nuzzling into Wilbur, the mouse shrieked with delight. “Tommy please! You know I’m ticklish!” Tommy’s response to that was to stick his tongue out, swiping at lick with the tip of his forked tongue. Wilbur only screeched louder.

Techno looked on at the scene amused. He leaned over into Phil’s ear before mumbling. “ I finally see why Tubbo gets along with him so well.The kid lives for chaos.” Philza chuckled in response.

Philza looked the pair over, they were already roughhousing in the grass once more. Wilbur crying out while Tommy repeatedly tickled him. Phil gave a soft smile as an idea popped into his head.

He leaned back into Techno’s ear as Wilbur’s cries for mercy filled the air.

“How would you feel about having a little brother?” The bird spoke with pure adoration, his eyes latched onto Wilbur’s and Tommy’s smiles.

Techno gave a satisfied snort. “Heh, I don’t think I’d mind.” Philza patted his son on the shoulder, and pulled him into his side. The old bird crooned happily, having already made up his mind.

#the snake charmer au #the snake charmer #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #giant/tiny #dreamsmp g/t #giant!tommy #tiny!wilbur #tiny!phil #tiny!techno #naga!tommy #mouse!wilbur #avian!phil #rat!techno #g/t #sfw g/t #found family

[sheena-yuet]

Winter Soldier au

- Zero poof reading hell yas -

Recently I just re-watched the winter soldier movie. I really like Bucky so damn much so I just popped out an idea. What if the winter soldier has the ability to size-shift too uwu.

And in this au, I wanted Dweam to be the winter soldier. George and Sapnap are a super soldier. But I don’t want both of them have the same ability as Captian America has. So I decided to give them some super powa— haha

So here is my DWEAM, three of them joined the military. And Dream was separated during a fight on the train ( which is where the scene Bucky fell off the train). After that the Hydra captured and tortured him. They also brainwashed and turned him to a winter soldier.

Anddd about gogy and sapnap, both of them became a super soldier after Dream was captured. They received some super power like control the gravity ? ( Basically gogy can lifts up everything) and sapnap is a fire boy. Also, George doesn’t not have blue eyes if he doesn’t use his powa.

These drawings took me days to complete it hahaha (pAiN) BUT ! There’s few more scenes I really want to redraw! Let’s see how determined I am to draw them all xD

I wasn’t planned to draw the character setting thingy. But I just can’t help myself hahah!

#giant/tiny #giant!dream #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #g/t #giant and tiny #giant tiny #tiny!george #dsmp g/t #g/t art #tiny!sapnap #winter soldier au #dreamsmp g/t #g!dream

[mysterious-gizem]

Sacrificed

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This was a prompt given by my friend @sheena-yuet

I hope you enjoy!

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Dark brown hazy eyes scanned the organized room filled treasures worth so much gold, His eyes landed on a mesmerizing purple gem, which was placed on a pedestal. He crept up to the pedestal with a focused gaze, He pulled out a counterfeit gem to switch. The brunette steadied his posture and swiped the gem, and instantly switched it.

A grin grew on his face as he examined the the purple gem, Watching it shimmer in the faint light of the room. "George we need to go." A voice came from across the room, The male turned around facing his partner whom was holding a bag filled with gold.

"Yea-" George agreed as he tucked away the purple gem carefully, Both men snuck into the vents once more. Leaving the vault.

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George took deep breaths of air as they were now far from the place they had been before, The two males giggled as they set up a small camp to stay for the night.

"That was sooo easy!" A ravenette boasted as he sat beside the fire they set up, "Pfft- Yea." George giggled along while reaching out at a basket with raw fish. "We have..." George started meddling in the basket, "Salmon or Cod?" George asked, turning his head to look at the other male.

The ravenette contemplated for a few seconds until deciding, "Eh I'll take Salmon." Sapnap said as he nipped at his bottom lip. George took out two Salmon's and started cooking it above the fire.

After a still yet calming silence Sapnap started speaking which made the brunette lightly jump at the sudden noise. "I heard there's this place called Las Nevadas." George's interests perked as each word flew out of Sapnap's mouth, "They have tons of casino's so I bet we can snag a pretty penny from them." Sapnap giggled.

"Let's head there tomorrow to check things out." George suggested grabbing the cooked fish, Handing one of them over to Sapnap. "Yea sure." Sapnap simply agreed while munching on his food. Both males finished the night by trampling over their fire, Sapnap stretched his arms over his head and bent down to snuggle himself in his sleeping bag.

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When Sapnap's eyes fluttered open seeing the dim lighting of the sky. He groggily sat up staring at the calm sky—It was probably around 5 AM—He watched the brunette shuffle in his own sleeping bag. He sighed as he started packing up.

A while later the brunette sluggishly woke up, Sapnap gestured for George to fix up and get ready to leave. Whilst whining George slowly moved to collect his own items. Once all of their items were collected the sun was starting to unveil itself from the horizons.

The two males swung their leather satchels to their backs and continued to head into a specific direction Sapnap pointed to, The gusty wind hitting their faces. Sapnap's bandana flailed around like a fish out of water.

While George's hair danced around his head covering his eye view every once in a while, The wind increased as it howled. George sputtered as a fly entered his mouth before Sapnap let out a heavy laugh, Whilst the brunette glared at him.

"Shut up." George said while rolling his eyes, Sapnap swiped away a tear in his eye. Their hair continued to sway against the wind as they continued to traverse across the lands leading to Las Nevadas.

Even as the wind slowed down a bit, It still made their hair bounce around softly. Both males eyes stung as the sand flew into their eyes, Tears pricked on the ravenette's and brunettes eyes from the desert sand.

A sigh of relief was let out after the wind died down. George blinked a few times as red puffy eyes looked around, They made their way to the giant casino infront of them. The intimidating modern building standing tall and proud, Both theives focused their gazes on the empty yet clean pathways of the land.

"Hmm..." A voice rang in their ears as they whipped their heads around being met with a short duck hybrid wearing a white collard shirt with suspenders and black pants, Sapnao noticed the small golden wings rested on the side. Although George noticed the blue beanie on the males head and all the gold and silver jewelry he was wearing.

"Who are you?" Sapnap asked fixing his posture, "Shouldn't I be asking that?" The duck hybrid spoke, "I mean-...You guys are the one stepping on my lands." He stated putting one of his arms on his waist.

Sapnap opened his mouth to respond, But George spoke first before he could muster a word. "We're traveller's and we heard about this place." The brunette explained to the short ravenette.

He recieved a hum in response as the man's eyes scanned the two of them with a questionable gaze, "Hmm...If that's so then how about I give you guys a tour?" The duck hybrid proposed with an ear to ear grin.

"Sure-" George and Sapnap spoke in unison, "Great!" The shorter exclaimed. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Quackity from Las Nevadas." The man now known as 'Quackity' greeted in a formal manner.

"Let's begin the tour!"

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After what felt like hours, Quackity offered for them to stay for the night in one of the buildings there. "Finally, I thought that guy would never stop blabbering." George groaned flopping down on the soft bed, "Atleast we now know where he keeps all his precious items." Sapnap snickered while kicking off his shoes. "I'll do a background check tomorrow and we'll take his stuff at midnight."

George nodded as he dozed off to sleep.

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Midnight eventually came and they were standing on the roof of the casino where a vent layed beside them, George kneeled down and started to unscrew the vent. It popped off as it was moved to the side.

George held his head over the vents scanning around for possibly any rodents, In the clear George leaped down making a loud thud as his feet slammed against the metal. He went in a crawling position and crawled deeper into the vent, Soon he heard another loud thump against the metal vents, The brunette assumed it was his ravenette companion as he continued to make his way around the ventilation system. After passing multiple vents leading into different places he abruptly stopped infront of a specific vent.

He once again unscrewed the vent once again and was instantly met with the glimmering and shimmering of gold and gemstones. He snickered as he swiftly hopped down landing on his legs, He hungrily looked at the treasure before him as if he would consume them.

With quiet steps he went closer to the pile if gold coins and started stashing his bag. He heard a soft grunt hearing the familiar footsteps of the ravenette, "I'll get the diamonds." Sapnap spoke as he went over to a decently sized box filled with diamonds in different shapes and sizes.

George stared at the accumulated amount of gold he had in his satchel, Yet with the pure joy rushing in his veins another feeling aroused as if...

Something was off...

George has seen one to many gold peices to know what they would look like, He picked up one of the gold nuggets and scanned it. He let out a light gasp at the realization, Everything was wrong...

The color was too yellow...

It's texture did not feel normal...

It was fairly weighted different especially for the size was close to the size of his palm...

This is not gold.

George turned his head to warm Sapnap something wasn't right, But when he turned around Sapnap was gone and he was alone in the white colored vault.

He suddenly felt something sharp prick his neck, His panicked gaze looked at his neck.

A dart...

His vision went blurry, in a matter of seconds as he fell unconscious on the ground with a thud.

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Clink...

"Huh?'

Clunk...

'Wha-'

Clink...

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George's eyes shot open as he woke up. His wide eyes looked around seeing multiple guards in their uniforms, Another guard was holding Sapnap who was starting to wake up aswell. George snapped his head to the side when he heard a chuckle echo eerie dark room.

Sapnap looked at the dark silhouette, Emerging from the dark corner.

"Well look what we have here~" Quackity grinned as he tilted his head to the side. "Where the hell are we!?" George screamed struggling against the guards grip on him, "You are in no place to speak." The shorter growled.

"If I recall correctly, You two theives we're the ones pricking and prodding around." Quackity said in a taunting voice. Both males looked at him with hatred in their eyes, Yet he wasn't wrong.

"Sir, Should we bring them into the dungeon." The gruff voice of the guard asked. George's faced flushed with worry as his gaze flickered from Sapnap to the duck hybrid.

He watched as the duck hybrid looked at them. Suddenly Quackity had an idea as a smirk formed on his face, Sapnap and George looked at eachother with agitated eyes.

"Bring them to the beast."

Those words rang in both males ears repeatedly, They snapped back into reality when they we're yanked away leading them to a long hallway, The mossy stone walls and the concrete floor made George tense at how it looked.

Sapnap however kept a stern gaze watching the path they were taking occasionally scanning the guards, They turned a corner seeing a tall wooden door at the end of the hallway. The guards pulled open the door and shoved both of the theives in.

The guards chuckled before they slammed the door close, George winced at the sound and they were left alone in a gigantic room with dirty stone walls and cobwebs and bugs all around. "George-" Sapnap said kneeling and pulling George into a hug "We'll be fine don't worry." The ravenette spoke in a reassuring tone. George screwed his eyes shut as he cried against Sapnap's shirt. A choked sob escaped George's lips. Sapnap rubbed circles on George's back as he hummed a soothing tune to calm him down.

Terrified eyes gazed above...

A growl made both their heads snap into the darker side of the room. They heard a shuffle, Then a thump, They heard ragged breath from above.

A green gaze met their's, Both males let out a shriek as they stood up and backed away. The figure went closer lowering down to meet them. Their eyes widened as they realized what the silhouette was.

A giant...

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I did not proofread, so if I made any mistakes, tell me <3

#g/t #giant!dream #dream smp #g!dream #giant/tiny #gt #writing #dreamsmp #dreamwastaken #T!Quackity #Tiny!Quackity #tiny!georgenotfound #T!George #tiny!sapnap #t!sapnap #mcyt gt

[beeg-glitterly]

I finally decided on a design for tubbo and ranboo In {Running off au}

Tubbo is a half-satyr who doesn't get most of his goat-like features (Growing a tail, horns, or floppy goat ears) until after puberty While His other features and powers like hooved hands and healing powers came in at a much younger age. In this au Tubbo has dirty blonde hair more like his MC skin than him irl.

Ranboo is half-ender + half-giant In this story I like to say they had memory loss from the beginning. It starts as just being normal bad memory getting worse and worse as the story goes on. Ranboo has no powers from either side of his two bloodlines. That means no teleportation and not being able to shape the earth (Like reroute rivers or move mountains)

(PS: I did change the Tail though cause I thought it looked weird.)

#my art #g/t #mcyt au #mcyt g/t #g!ranboo #t!tubbo #g/t fluff #g/t dreamsmp #running off au #giant tiny #glitterly chann #glitterly chan

[owlwithatypewriter]

Flower Bud 🌻

AO3 Link

Warnings: Minor injuries, fae-adoption (aka kidnapping), possessive Wilbur Soot

"You look like a wrong'un."

It probably wasn't the best thing to say, considering the look that was returned, but Tommy didn't care - he didn't have the time or patience for manners, not in the middle of the forest, not when he was reeling with a concussion and cradling his broken fingers to his chest. He glared right back at the brunette beanpole, widening his stance so the soft spring breeze wouldn't topple him.

"Pardon," the beanpole said, chocolate-gold eyes wide in surprise, "I'm a what?"

"A wroh-ung-un," Tommy emphasized the word, giving it an additional syllable to make his point. He really was - looking the man up and down, he could see that his clothes, though appearing to be common (a trench coat in summer, really?) were made of high-quality silks and leathers, and his oddly-large ears hung with silver and gold chains that dangled priceless gems. Something stirred in the back of his mind, something about jewels and unknown people in the forest, but it was quickly squashed by the ache in his skull.

The man tilted his head to the side, earrings jingling like wind chimes as he looked Tommy up and down. His mouth quirked, as though he found the boy's rumpled appearance amusing, and his shoulders relaxed. Folding his arms behind his back, he asked, "And what must one do to be a 'wrong one'?" The phrase fell oddly from his lips, as though he was tasting it as he spoke.

Something - probably self-preservation, or basic street smarts - told Tommy not to answer, to turn around and walk away, but he'd never been one for thinking twice in a situation. "Y'know," he said, waving his unbroken hand about, "like, wrong stuff. Luring kids with candy. Vandalizing public parks. Kidnapping innocent children. Being a - a wrong'un ."

The man - Beanpole, Tommy decided, since despite his posh mannerism he had yet to introduce himself - Beanpole blinked, and there was something amused in his gaze now. "Well, I can assure you, I haven't been luring any children about with candy, or vandalizing any public parks. I don't believe I am one of those 'wrong-ones' you are looking for."

Tommy snorted. "You don't look for wrong'uns, they just find you." He huffed.

"Hmm." Beanpole tapped his chin, looking Tommy up and down as he considered his words of wisdom. "Well, I am not a wrong'un," he stumbled a bit at smooshing the words together the way Tommy had, "and you don't seem to be one either-"

"O'course I ain't!"

"-so, may I have your name?"

A voice screamed in Tommy's head, telling him no-no-no-no-no, blasting past the building migraine. He wavered a bit on his feet, and Beanpole tilted his head but didn't move to touch him. More thoughts crowded his mind, trying to push past the ache, screaming about the significance of pointed ears and mushrooms in fields, but he battered them back.

"Nah." He said, shaking his head (and immediately regretting it). "I don't give my name to randos in the woods." A quick glance around showed they were standing in a clearing, a small babbling brook nearby, and a hawthorn tree twisting behind Beanpole. It was a nice spot - he couldn't remember ever having been here before, despite years exploring the forest while dodging his chores. Beanpole opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off. "What're you doing here anyway? Kind of a weird place for a noble to hang out, innit?"

"A noble?" Beanpole shoved his hands in his coat pocket, rocking back on his heels a bit. Tommy risked a glance down and took note of the fancy and oddly-clean leather boots he was wearing. "What makes you say that?"

The teen snorted. "Nobody dresses like that," he gestured to all of Beanpole with his unbroken hand, "in the woods unless they have money to burn." He took another look around, trying to spot a horse grazing in the surrounding trees, but there was nothing more than a curious squirrel rummaging through the flowers curling around the base of the hawthorn.

There were a lot of flowers, actually, of all kinds, in all colors - some that Tommy had never seen before. They overtook the tall grass, heavy heads bobbing in the gentle breeze. Alliums, tulips, wild roses, lavender, asters, Queen Anne's lace, oxeyes - even some water lilies bobbing near the edge of the brook, and a cluster of sunflowers taller than either of them near a break in the trees, large disc florets reaching towards the sun as it lingered overhead.

"Wait, is this…?" Tommy glanced at his feet and saw a few clutches of mushrooms hiding beneath the grass, sparkling oddly in the sun. His head snapped up and he stared at Beanpole, who looked smug. "Holy shit, are you a fairy trapper?"

Smug was exchanged for shock. "A what?" Beanpole sputtered, eyes wide in disbelief.

"A fairy trapper - y'know, those stupid bastards who go around planting flowers in forests and trying to trick fairies out of their name!" Tommy snorted, kicking at a daisy sprouting by his feet. "Damn, you must have wasted a ton of Magi-grow to get these so big. Fuckin' rich folk…"

Beanpole still looked slightly baffled, but he brought his wits back enough to ask, "Why would anybody think they could trap a fae with flowers?"

"It's what the fuckers like, innit?" Tommy shuffled back a step, nearly knocking over a large toadstool. "They live in 'em and shit."

"Live in - how would a fae fit inside a flower?" Beanpole sounded torn between amusement and exasperation.

"They're tiny, ain't they?" Tommy held up his hand and stretched his thumb and pointer finger apart, showing off a length of about six inches.

"Faeries are, but fae aren't, and a trapper would never find a faerie in the overhill." Beanpole was staring at him as though he had said something incredibly stupid.

"They're the same thing, aren't they? Faeries and fae?" That little niggling in the back of his mind was getting louder, whispering frantically about the mushrooms in the field and how they were planted.

"No, not at all." Beanpole sighed and leaned back against the hawthorn tree, running a hand through his dark curls. He looked oddly exasperated at being questioned on this knowledge. "Faeries are, basically, baby fae. When a faerie reaches maturity, they are considered a true fae."

"Maturity?" Tommy quoted, ignoring the mushrooms at his feet.

Beanpole crossed his arms over his chest as he rolled an answer around in his mind, finger of his left hand tapping against the elbow of his right. "Yes. I believe it would be around…a hundred and eighty years to a mortal, give or take a decade or two."

"Holy shit."

The man snorted as Tommy gaped at him. "Yes, that must seem like a long time to you," he hummed in thought. "How old are you anyway? You don't look to be more than a child."

"Oie, dickhead! I'll have you know I'm a man!"

Beanpole doesn't look convinced. "How old?"

Tommy puffed out his chest as best he could. "I'm fifteen, practically an adult already!"

"Aw!" Beanpole pushed off the tree and beamed at Tommy, taking a step closer and stooping a bit so they were at eye-level. "You're just a kid! A little child. An itty-bitty baby man!" He jeered, bright amusement in his odd eyes.

If his hands were in tip-top condition (and his head wasn't swimming like a fish caught in a whirlpool), Tommy would have lashed out, maybe land a not-quite-serious punch on the man's shoulder in rebuke of his words. Instead, he just took another step back, lips pulled back in a snarl, the familiar rebuke on his tongue. "I'm not a fuckin' child!" He sniffed, tilting his chin up haughtily. "Besides, you're wrong. Baby faeries are called changelings."

Beanpole snorted. "No, they're not." He corrected, though there was amusement coloring his tone. "Changelings are an entirely different thing. The Aos Sí in the northern isles are the only ones near here who use them."

Tommy tilted his head in confusion. "The Is-She?" He copied. "Is she what?" He took a large step forward, past the mushroom clusters, shoving a finger in his face. "You better not be disrespecting women! I'll have you know my many, many wives-"

Beanpole didn't let him finish - he grabbed Tommy's wrist, long, thin fingers wrapping tightly around bruised skin, and tugged him closer. Unsteady on his feet, the boy pitched forward, stumbling against the taller man's chest. He yelped, pain shooting through his broken hand as it was squished between them. Beanpole didn't let up his grip at the sound of pain - instead he wrapped an arm around Tommy's back, forcing him to stand flush with the older man.

"You're not nearly as smart as you make yourself seem, hmm?" The man's voice was taunting, something sharp in it that unsettled Tommy's mind, shaking loose those squashed thoughts from earlier. Mushrooms…pointed ears…unknown forest clearings… "Such a big voice for such a little boy - you're no more than a babe, really." A hand carded through his golden curls, pausing at the crusted blood from where the guard had landed a hit with the butt of her axe. Tommy pressed back against Beanpole's arm, tilting his head back so he could see his face.

The man was looking down at him, but that wasn't right - he wasn't a man. His ears were long and pointed at the tips, dripping with gems and jewels that sparkled with something beyond sunlight. His eyes were a swirling miasma of brown and gold, flecks of otherworldly knowledge embedded deep in the iris. He was smiling widely - too widely, and his teeth were just on the other side of sharp to be human. And there was something in his gaze - something wanting. Something needing. Something dangerous and at the same time soft, sharp but compassionate.

Fairies are territorial, he could hear his teacher reminding them as they sat on wooden benches in the small one-room schoolhouse, you must never allow yourself to get near one. If you happen upon one in the woods, be polite and leave as soon as possible. Never insult a fae. Never question them. They are easily offended and will whisk you away to be their slaves for eternity, if given the chance.

"I-" Tommy croaked, and the fae tilted his head, watching intently as Tommy tried to speak. "I don't know how to clean." He blurted out.

The fae blinked, smile dropping a bit. "What?"

"I'm shit at dusting and - and stuff. Cooking. Burned a salad once." He had - it'd been hilarious in hindsight, but the matron hadn't been pleased. "I'd make a shit slave."

"A slave?" The fae had lost his suave, darkly-mysterious aire and was now staring at Tommy as though he was talking nonsense. "What in the world are you on about?"

"That's what you folk do, innit?" Tommy pressed back against the arm again, but the fae didn't give, keeping him hugged close to his chest. "Y'know, steal humans to be slaves?"

The fae shook his head, expression softening. "Oh - oh no, we don't do that! Not anymore at least," he tacked on in a mutter, then cleared his throat. "Any humans that come to the courts are more like…indentured servants."

"En-den-tur-ed? You take their teeth?!" Tommy didn't know if that was better or worse than just being a slave.

"No!" Beanpole wrinkled his nose at the idea. "No, they work as servants for the court until the magic has embraced them, then they're welcomed into the court as proper fae." He shook his head, pulling Tommy a little closer in a hug. "Honestly, what are they teaching you humans these days?"

Tommy wasn't comforted by the explanation. "So you're gonna indenture me?" He asked cautiously. His teacher had once told them that in order for a fairy - or fae, as Beanpole insisted - to get power over a human, a few different things had to happen. They either needed to know the human's true name, the human had to step into the fairy ring the fae appeared in, or the human had to insult the fae badly enough that the laws of magic required recompense. Tommy knew he hadn't given the fae his name, but he certainly hadn't been holding his tongue while they spoke, and the mushrooms his mushy mind had taken note of earlier had been in a near-circular pattern. He was fairly certain he'd stepped on a few while arguing with the fae.

Beanpole hummed, his hand going back to running through Tommy's curls. "No," he said after a moment, "I don't believe so."

An uncertain hope grew in Tommy's chest. "You're gonna let me go?"

"Oh no," the fae chuckled, and that dark, sharp edge was back. "You're much too precious. I think you would make a perfect faerie."

The hope was snuffed out, replaced with confusion. "You - you said faeries were baby fae," he said. "Hate to tell you king, but I've already grown up."

"That may make the change take longer," the fae sighed, "but I'll be with you every step of the way."

"The change?" Tommy pushed against Beanpole's chest with his good hand and tried to shuffle back, but something was wrapped around his feet. He couldn't look down to see what it was, but when he moved, it tightened.

"Yes." Beanpole finally released him, taking a step back so he could rest his hands on Tommy's shoulders, giving them a comforting squeeze. "Fae aren't born, sunshine. They're made."

Whatever was holding his legs in place had begun to snake up his legs to his back. Tommy glanced down and felt his heart stop at the sight of thick, green vines winding themselves around him, holding him fast. "W-wait, no," he snapped his gaze back to Beanpole, "I don't want this!"

The fae's expression grew soft, and he reached up to cup Tommy's cheeks, paying no attention to the vines snaking their way up his chest, pinning his arms to his sides and chest. "I know it's scary," his voice had grown quiet and it wrapped around Tommy like a blanket of silk. "You'll be alright, I promise. You'll grow up in the Meadow, cherished and treasured as you should be, with all the other little faeries."

In his memory, Tommy would blame his concussion (he did have one, Wilbur would confirm decades later) for the way he leaned forward into Beanpole's palms, for the soft warmth that squeezed his heart at the thought of being cherished , of being wanted . He would blame it for the moment of calm, for the way the gentle magic Beanpole imbued in his voice overtook him, slowing his heart.

The vines curled around his neck, and now there were leaves, sprouting from the greenery, wrapping him up like a cocoon. Beanpole slowly pulled his hands back, grinning when Tommy leaned forward after them. "And then when you're all grown, you'll join me in the court as a prince, with our father and brother."

The panic returned as the fae and his magic stepped back, but before Tommy could open his mouth and insist this was wrong, yell again that he didn't want this, leaves snapped shut over his head, plunging him in darkness. A sweet scent filled the space - he yanked his head back, trying to catch a breath of fresh air, but his head was swimming more than ever. The scent grew stronger, choking him, and then there was nothing but darkness and quiet.

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The changing didn't take as long as Wilbur expected, considering the child's feisty attitude. It always took longer when the human was more resistant to the idea. He hummed to himself as the cocoon solidified, slowly turning gold as it drank his magic and began the change. In only a few minutes it began to tremble, before twirling like a tornado and pulling in on itself, shrinking down to a small seed. The fae prince scooped it up and examined it closely, before turning and stepping through the trunk of the Hawthorne. The fairy tree rippled as it carried him through the barrier between Realms, allowing him to step out on the edge of the Meadow.

It was early morning in the Forest, and the young faeries were already flitting about, chasing each other about the blooming flowers or bothering the caretakers for breakfast. He spotted Puffy and Foolish on the other side of the field, chatting quietly as they set down platters of fresh fruits and decanters of nectar for the babies to eat. The latter spotted him and gave a wave, and Wilbur gave a short wave back before wading into the knee-high field and searching for a spot of clear ground.

After a moment of search he spied a spot between a pink tulip and a deep violet allium. Kneeling in the dirt, he carefully dug a small hole and dropped in the seed before carefully covering it with the displaced dirt. A careful drop of his magic soaked the mound, and after only a moment a curl of green appeared. It quickly grew, a long stem shooting up to nearly Wilbur's height, a large bud rapidly grew along the top. The fae jumped to his feet eagerly, watching as the green cover peeled back to reveal bright yellow petals. Wilbur watched expectantly as they fell open, revealing a large sunflower, a small shape curled up on the seeded center. With gentle movements, Wilbur scooped the faerie into his hands.

The boy was still a mess of lanky limbs and blonde curls, but his wounds had been healed, and his clothes were now clean (though his shoes were gone - for some reason, they never survived the change). There was a lump of thinly-furred skin against his back, still wet with fresh magic from the cocoon. Gently, Wilbur stretched out one of the wings, taking in the white crescent-moon shapes and the red highlights among the gray fuzz. A moth, then - Techno could probably tell him exactly what kind, but for now Wilbur was satisfied just seeing his new brother's wings grown and intact. Out of curiosity, he shifted the child to rest in the palm of one hand, and with his other stretched out his thumb and pointer finger.

He'd been right - faeries were no larger than the space between.

Grinning, Wilbur pressed the child to his chest and moved to the edge of the meadow, avoiding Puffy's knowing grin. He settled beneath a tree, leaning against the bark, and hummed to the sleeping boy. It would take a few hours for him to wake, and more for his wings to properly dry. Then he'd be ready to learn how to fly, how to use his magic, how to grow and laugh and enjoy life as all children should. He'd know nothing but love now, and would never stumble about in the woods bleeding and stinking of fear again. He'd be cherished, not only by Wilbur and the caretakers, but by all the fae.

Wilbur had found himself a little bit of sunshine, and he was never letting it go.

Wilbur Soot you are a nightmare to write when I'm tired.

I hope you enjoyed! Had this idea for a while, thought it would make a good little one-shot. I do have a few more ideas for this AU, so if you'd be interested in seeing more, please let me know in a comment!

#dreamsmp #dream smp #mcyt #mcyt g/t #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #dark #kidnapping #minor injuries #fae AU #fantasy AU #one-shot #giant/tiny #g/t #g/t writing

[blametheeditor]

Welcome to Prompt Roulette By Title! Or Bingo! Or B L A M E, whatever you fancy!

In light of the new year, me and the editor @moobloom-mention this one this is the person to blame have created a way to torture each other via the wonderful game of Bingo.

My esteemed colleague and I sent the other 24 different titles although they cheated and made me make 12 of theirs and have created prompts for each one for the other to use. And every other week, we roll to see which title is landed on in order to send over the prompt.

Now, we haven’t agreed to this yet, but the first one to get Bingo gets to decide the plot of a story to collaborate on no one tattle on me we only let them know if I get it first.

But that’s the plan for the year! I’m excited, as well as terrified of what they’ve managed to come up with. The best part though, neither of us are safe.

#The one #The only #The Editor #they're to blame for EVERYTHING #my love for FNAF and BATIM #not G/t they ask to not to have that credit ;) #and while I don't write it they got me hooked on DreamSMP #if you ever get the chance #go check out Moobloom's works #we're just about opposites of each other when it comes to writing #they enjoy a darker tone while my stories need happy endings #I adore G/t and they say no thank you #all those good things #so if your interest is peeked go read a story or two! #they're new to tumblr but they've got one story up! #with lots to follow! #but I'm excited #hope you're prepared Moobloom #Prompt Roulette By Title #BTE writing

[bagelrites]

"We have a different kind of love (forever isn't far away)" by ThatOne Platypus

Dream/Sapnap, Dream & Sapnap, Rated G, 9k

Aroace Dream Moving in Together

"Bare Teeth, Whisper Leash" by b_heapoft

Dream & GeorgeNotFound & Sapnap, Dream & Punz, Rated M, 11k

Aroace Dream, Aro George, Aroace Punz, Demi/Grey Sapnap DreamSMP and Werewolves

"Collision Course" by Bagelrites

Dream/GeorgeNotFound, Dream & GeorgeNotFound & Sapnap, Rated T, 20k

Ace George Fake Dating

"Mer 'Mating'" by Baka_Monarch

Dream/Sapnap, Rated M, 1.5k

Ace Dream Mermaids

"De Somnio" by SenseWhatSense

Dream & Technoblade, Rated G, 2k

Aroace Techno, Ace Dream Historical AU

"the world and his goat" by evilO

Dream/GeorgeNotFound, Rated M, 1.5k

Ace Dream Magical Realism

"and today, you" by moonthreadzs

Dream & Sylvee, Dream/GeorgeNotFound, Rated T, 4k

Demi Dream Getting Together

"Mistaken Attraction" by BlueInkPhantom

Dream & DSMP Ensemble, Rated T, 10k

Aroace Dream (+more) DreamSMP and Self-Discovery

"cuteness aggression (something special)" by locked_prism

Dream/GeorgeNotFound/Sapnap, Dream & GeorgeNotFound & Sapnap, Rated T, 3k

DTeam QPR Slice of Life

"Tolerate It" by spicerat

Dream/GeorgeNotFound, Rated E, 5k

Demi George Self-Discovery and Getting Together

"Livewire" by aturtlesheart

GeorgeNotFound/Sapnap, Rated M, 17k

Ace Sapnap Getting Together

"now is not then" by Jupiter_sun

Dream/GeorgeNotFound, Rated M, 12k

Ace Dream Strangers to Lovers

"Okay Katniss" by WriterIntoTheWild

Dream & GeorgeNotFound & Sapnap, Sapnap & BadBoyHalo Rated T, 2k

DTeam QPR Realistic Minecraft AU

#dream team #dteam+ #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap #dwt #gnf #dnf #dreamnotfound #dreamnap #snf #dnn #dteam fanfic #my collab

[baddoggylore]

Rpers needed (15+)

Playing yourself send me DM of yourself or OC and DM me to rp

People/characters

Jacksepticeye and his egos (modern versions)

Markiplier and egos (I miss google)

Crankgameplays ( I don’t watch him tho)

Pewdiepie ( platonic or romantic no nsfw for him plus ‘PewDIEpie’ )

Matpat (again no nsfw)

NateWantsToBattle

Who I won’t rp.

Dreamsmp so don’t ask.

List rp ideas

-G/T (vore or no vore please be specific before asking also Please say “G/T *what size your goin for* tiny or giant )

-height difference (just few inches taller)

-School (college) AU (teacher x student or whatever)

-Fnaf AU

-caretaker AU (Egos are toddlers not your youtuber crush)

-swap AU (youtuber is a fan of you)

-Detroit become human AU

-Pokémon AU

-Legend of Zelda AU

-Super Mario bros AU

-The boss AU (where seán and Jack never became one at the end of the game)

-vampire AU

-yandere AU

-zombie apocalypse AU

-werewolf AU

-Game AU

-royalty AU

-genderbend AU

Got an AU I didn’t list? Ask me about it , don’t be shy,

Also Before we start rping you got to be at least around 15 or 20 that’s it.

How I rp

“Ya know he’s dreaming of you” I said smiling at you, “come on ask him out you like him me and you know it!!” I said

Please at least be mature. I can do slight nsfw ,Fluff , smut. Anything

Kinks I do!!

Vore. Height. Whatever you think of?

#gtjsefanclub #x reader #jacksepticeye #markiplier #g/t fluff #matpat #giant x tiny #pewdiepie #mature rp #roleplay #v0re #g/t au #jse fan art

[skullsnbruises]

Hello all!

Hello all! You can call me Skulls, I go by he/him. I'm new to the g/t community and I'm currently fixated on mcyt/dreamsmp, so my content will be along those lines.

I don't bite (promise) and I'd love to make friends!

I've never used Tumblr before, please forgive me if I have no idea what I'm doing HAH

#mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #:) #what are tags #posts by sunny

[beansthough]

Ch. 8 {Free Me from the Fire and Fangs}

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Cw/Tw: v0re, fear of death, g0reish, injuries, violence, angst, suicidal tendencies if you squint, don’t like don’t read and stay safe<3

Techno found one of the most relaxing things he could do was clean his weapons at dead night. It did good to calm his nerves when he would get overwhelmed by the duties of the guard, however it wasn’t helping that much tonight. He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t help but feel like something was off.

The rhythmic rain that was usually calming was much more erratic and aggressive. Lightning seemed to constantly flash in the pitch black sky. There was no moon tonight.

Maybe that was it…The pure darkness of the night. Perhaps Techno was weak to have such a childish fear, but he preferred to be able to see the threats that the night brought.

He let out a displeased grunt before starting to sharpen his sword. Wilbur had only gotten home right before the rain had started, he really didn’t like how risky his brother had been acting lately.

What if his twin had been caught in a flash flood? Or worse…

Techno had seen some signs on his patrol of…something…

He wasn’t sure what something was, but he did know it was big. The only thing that he could conclude was that it wasn’t human. They always left a big mess wherever they went, making it obvious that they were in the area.

This was more… careful.

That’s what worried Techno. There weren’t any tracks, it was almost always trees that seemed to receive the most damage, and maybe it was just his paranoia, but he couldn’t help but feel like there were eyes watching him as he did his rounds.

It had to be a predator of some type as well. There had been a decrease in the number of rabbits and squirrels in the area, Techno honestly didn’t have a problem with that. It was population control at best, and there was less competition between the hybrids and the rodents over storable food for the winter.

But at worse, that could mean if it found a hybrid like his brother in the woods… it probably wouldn’t see him as anything other than a quick snack.

The only animal he could think of that it could possibly be was a mountain lion, but even then he doubted that. They were rare in this region and never stuck around one place for long.

This thing had been around for a while. It frustrated techno to no end that he hasn’t even caught a glimpse of it.

Techno worried for his brother more than anything else. He couldn’t live with himself if Wilbur got hurt when Techno knew there was a threat. That’s why he’s been urging his twin to stay in the village, but it seemed Wilbur had other ideas.

He had no idea what could possibly motivate Wilbur to go into the forest so often. It was strange. He had tried following Wilbur before but the mouse knew him all to well to fall for that. Whenever Techno asked what he was up to it was always an excuse that he was working on his songs or improving on his training that Techno had taught him.

At first Techno had believed him. After all Wilbur’s stamina and strength had improved a lot over these pass few months, but Wilbur still refuses to even look the guards way when Techno suggested that he finally join.

His brother was hiding something from him. Techno could only hope it wasn’t something too bad. After all this definitely wasn’t the first time that Wilbur had distanced himself from his family.

Techno vaguely remembered the last time Wilbur ran off was for some girl he met. He had told techno she was a salmon hybrid. He had met her by the stream, and apparently had fallen deeply in love with her.

He disappeared into the forest for days at a time, only returning every now and again to keep Phil from sending out a search party for him. It had lasted a couple of months, but eventually Wilbur returned heart broken.

Apparently the girl had a boyfriend, a small detail that she apparently forgot to tell Wilbur about. Then like all salmons do, she left Wilbur and swam upstream. Wilbur had been amusing to her with his songs and lovely gifts, but she eventually grew tired of him and went her own way back to her boyfriend that she had left.

Wilbur had felt completely and utterly used. He had given his all to her and she threw it all away when she grew bored.

After that instance it was hard to even get his brother out of his room. That was a rut in Wilbur’s life that he hoped his brother would never experience again. But eventually Wilbur came around and his twin was back to his happy carefree self.

He could only hope that his brother wasn’t in a similar situation as before. Techno can’t stand his brother being upset.

Techno let out a hum of approval when he was satisfied with his sword. He stood up from his work bench and stretched. No matter how he tried he couldn’t shake the restless feeling in his bones.

Maybe he just needed some fresh air. He stepped out onto their porch that overlooked the village, carved to perfection with Phil’s own hands. The leaf roof held strong against the heavy rain, the leaves layered and pulled taut.

Techno gazed upon his home, he breathed in the crisp air deep into his lungs. The rat sat down on the ledge and closed his eyes, trying to at least get a little rest.

Techno was jolted out of his peaceful sit down by a strange sound. He waited a few more moments but the sound seemed to have stopped. He flicked his ear in annoyance and tried once more to relax.

“HELP!” Techno shot to his feet and got his sword, adrenaline pumping through is veins. Phil shot out of the house by his side in less than a second.

“Where’s that coming from?” Phil asked, eyes analyzing through the thick rain. Techno squinted at the base of the tree, someone was waving their hands in a frenzy. “There.”

Phil spread is wings wide and dived down from the tree. Wilbur rushed out of the house panicked, “What’s going on?”

But Techno had already grabbed a vine and slid down the tree before he could answer.

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Philza dive bombed down from the tree. The rain beating down on his wings while he navigated towards the desperate pleas for help. Despite the harsh conditions he stuck the landing with practiced ease. It was Jack. The shrew had looked like he had seen death herself. The color almost completely drained out of his face.

Techno dropped down to his side, immediately his son was scanning for threats, leaving him to deal with the panicked shrew.

He laid a hand on his shoulder to give the boy some comfort. “Are you alright Jack? What happened? Is there any danger?” The bird spoke in a calm and clear manner.

“I-I was out hunting with my party and I got separated with my group a-and…”Jack got choked up on his words, he gave a pained cough. “I heard a noise, It was a rabbit I think…” Phil nodded his head and rubbed the shews shoulder.

“I thought I had found them after a successful hunt, but when I r-rounded the tree…” He gasped for breath before sputtering out.

“Phil…” Jack looked up to him with the upmost dread in his eyes, “It was a Naga.”

The Avian felt his heart sink to the depths of the earth. He was suddenly transported back to his old village. Fires raged all around him and giant snakes cackled, their bellies full of his neighbors, his friends…his family.

He was just a child when it happened, he thinks he only survived due to the mercy of lady death. He had barely managed to escape, his flight feathers had barely grown in, without his wings his savior came in the form of a river. He was surrounded by flames on all sides. A great beast blocked his path before him. It’s white scales glowing in the fire light, blocking any chance to escape. It had devoured all that he held dear and he was all that was left. A freezing cold river to his back, deep and violent. He had no other choice but to jump and pray that the river would take him to safety.

He was thrown this way and that, turned around and dunked under over and over again. He found security in a floating log and clung on for his life. His small pitiful wings soaked to the bone.

Once he finally made it to calmer waters he heard the gentle calling of an owl in the distance. A sound that would usually cause fear instead filled him with a reassurance that he would be alright. He had survived.

After he was washed to the shore of the river bank a group of traveling tiny hybrids took him in. They were going to a village, a safe haven for all tiny hybrids to escape the cruel grasp of a world much to large for them.

He became a strong warrior and a skilled leader, it wasn’t long before he was asked to be put in charge after the last elder pasted on. He took his place with pride and joy in his newfound home and made the village what it is today.

Then he found a new family to protect. One that he would not fail ever again.

Phil was brought back to reality by Techno shaking his shoulders. “Phil? You with us?” Techno’s eyes were worried and Phil’s hands trembled ever so slightly.

He looked to his youngest with eyes that have seen devastation. “Go sound the alarms, prepare the guards for the fight of their lives.” Phil was more serious than Techno had ever seen him before. He felt a deep pit of fear in his stomach at the look in his father’s eyes.

Techno signaled to a near by guard tower to sound the alarms. His long pink hair clung to his face in the heavy rain. The light flashed two times and in seconds a loud clang was echoing throughout the village warning them to seek cover and hide. Soldiers rushed to the great tree. Struggling to put on their armor and get their weapons in a short amount of time.

“Dad!” Phil turned around to see his oldest rushing to him. He was surprised to see Wilbur wielding a sword, his hair an utter mess, he even had a chest plate slapped on as if it were a last thought. “What’s going on?!”

“Wilbur, I need you to go warn the villagers.” Phil pulled his son along to the emergency supplies station. The healers already handing out the emergency bags to each villager. “I need you to hand out these care packages with the healers. Techno and I are leading the guard.” Wilbur looked utterly confused as big packs were shoved into his arms.

“Dad, what’s happening?” Wilbur’s words were panicked, he looked so unsure. Phil’s instincts only grew to keep Wilbur out of dangers way.

“Jack got separated from his party. He finally found what Techno has been trailing for months.” Philza looked to his son, he could since his boy’s growing dread. “He found a Naga, Wilbur.”

Wilbur threw the supplies to the ground and grabbed his father’s wrists. Phil was surprised to find the mouse’s dull craws griping into his skin.

“You can’t go. Please don’t go.” His son sounded more desperate than he ever heard in his life.

“We must. We have to protect the village, no matter how dangerous it is.” Phil softly pet Wilbur’s head trying to comfort his son, but Wilbur shook off his hand only to grab it in an even tighter grip. Wilbur looked strangely conflicted.

“He hasn’t hurt anyone. Has he?” Phil sighed and pulled his son into a hug. “It hasn’t hurt anyone yet. Jack said he was able to get away unnoticed.”

Wilbur nodded his head into his father’s chest. “Don’t worry Wilbur, we’ll exterminate it before it can cause any damage.”

Phil was suddenly thrown back from Wilbur, he was surprised to see a look of utter hatred. A vicious snarl took up his son’s face. “You can’t go.”

“Wilbur? What are you-” lighting struck the forest with a vengeance, the force alone shaking the ground. The smell of smoke suddenly filled the air, sending the village into a panic. Phil looked in the distance and saw a building orange glow. Tonight of all nights.

“Techno!”

His boy’s hulking frame was at his side in an instant, leaving the guardsmen fumbling with their armor.

“A fires broken out. I need you to stay here and help evacuate. Get them to the other side of the creek. I go to the Naga alone.” Techno snorted and crossed his arms, a determined look in his eyes. “No chance old man. You’re the one with wings remember?”

Phil looked to Techno with desperation. “You and the other avian soldiers, or anyone with wings, need to help carry everyone to safety. It’s the only way to get everyone safely out of the fire’s reach in time.” Techno lifted the giant axe of his shoulder and made his way towards his black and white rabbit Carl. He mounted his trusty steed and looked back to Phil.

“I’ll take the rest of the guard to handle our Naga.” Phil crooned and reached out for Techno’s hand. “I don’t want to lose you. Either of my boys.” Techno closed his eyes and bumped heads with Phil. “I promise you won’t Phil.” Then his son snorted once more. “Besides, this monster has never gone up against the Blade before.”

With that Techno raised his sword and called to his men. They began to march into the direction that Jack had come from. The hunt was on.

Philza watched Techno go. Fear deep in his bones. He’s be by his son’s side soon enough, he just had to get everyone to safety first.

He reached behind him to grab his eldest’s hand only to clench at the open air. He whipped his head around. “Wilbur?”

The mouse was nowhere to be seen. The emergency kits were still scattered to the ground. Where on Earth did he go?

“Wil?!” Phil called out, looking around for his son’s familiar form in the crowds. His calls and trills growing more frantic as more smoke filled the air.

Philza groaned in frustration and fear. He turned towards the avian soldiers, already guiding the villagers away from the direction of the fire. Phil shook his wings of the raindrops that collected in his feathers. He spread his wings and joined the men of his own guard.

Wilbur knew the safety protocols well, he probably just went to help gather people when the fire broke out. Phil could only hope that his son was being safe. His son wasn’t a fighter. He was always much better with his words. He could imagine Wilbur now, calming the crowds and giving them clear directions. His son knows to stick clear of danger.

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Ranboo shot awake as Tubbo shook him violently, the first thing his panicked mind processed was the village alarm. Their eyes locked onto Tubbo’s own worried one’s.

“There’s a fire. It’s moving pretty slow, but we still need to get out of here. They’re relocating us to the other side of the river.” Tubbo quickly packed the pair’s essentials, he moved quickly and calmly. He grabbed Ranboo’s hand and rushed out the door.

But instead of heading towards the river, Ranboo found that Tubbo was pulling him towards the guard’s facility. “Tubbo, what are we doing here?”

The bee pulled Ranboo behind a stone wall a peaked over at the scene. The soldiers were frantically strapping on their armor and harnessing their weapons.

However the thing that puzzled Tubbo, was that only the avians and other hybrids with wings were helping those evacuate. The grounded hybrids were marching into the woods.

It gave Tubbo a bad feeling. “You see that.” The Bee nudged Ranboo to look towards the guardsmen. “They’re preparing for battle. Only half of them are on fire duty.”

Ranboo looked on in confusion before a scary realization came to mind. “You don’t think…”

“Oh, I know.” Ranboo squeezed Tubbo’s hand a little tighter, Ranboo’s heart skipped a beat as he looked out at the sea of sharp weapons. Tubbo suddenly raised his arm and pointed to a familiar form. “Seems that sorry excuse of a guard over there caught sight of Tommy. It would’ve been old Manifold.”

Ranboo couldn’t help but let out a little breath of relief. If it was anyone other than Jack, Tommy might’ve actually been in danger.

“We need to warn him. If the guard finds him first they’ll never listen to him.” Tubbo nodded his head, but his eyes were kept firmly held on Jack Manifold. “Jack didn’t run from the direction of our normal meetup spot. He was closer to the hunting grounds.” Tubbo narrowed his eyes in thought.

“The guard seems to be heading in that direction, but we can beat them if they’re on foot. Techno may have his Rabbit, but he’ll stay behind to lead his men. We can safely travel above and get to Tommy first.”

Ranboo nodded his head at the plan but then realized one flaw. “How will we now where Tommy exactly is? I don’t know the hunting grounds well enough to navigate them without some sort of sight aid, and neither of us are exactly trackers like the guard.”

Tubbo gave a mischievous laugh, his eyes gleaming with delight. “Well my dear Beloved…” Tubbo pulled a long strand of rope out of his bag, a smirk on his face. “That’s where our eyewitness and personal tracker comes in.”

Ranboo sighed in disappointment. Of course Tubbo would resort to kidnapping first, but at the end of the day this was a life or death situation. They’d just have to apologize to Jack later, after all Tommy was really the one who was in danger.

He looked up to see Tubbo was already heading in the poor shrews direction. He could only hope Jack would forgive them after all this mess.

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Wilbur sprinted through the thick rain, his face stung from the many leaves and branches that whipped his face. He didn’t feel any of it. The only thing that was on his mind was Tommy.

He had to get his little brother out of here. He didn’t want anyone to hurt Tommy, and he didn’t want Tommy to have to hurt someone.

He burst into the clearing calling Tommy’s name, but the naga was nowhere to be found. Even with the rain beating down, the smell of smoke was still persistent. Wilbur’s nerves only increased the longer he saw no signs of the snake.

Frustrated beyond belief Wilbur hit himself in the head over and over. Think think think. If I were Tommy where would I be?

It was hopeless. The snake could be anywhere. He liked to hunt all over, and if he was hunting or here in the clearing he was probably patrolling.

Wilbur curled up with his arms wrapped around his legs. Praying to whatever gods that would listen that they would help him find his baby brother.

All that answered him was an owl calling out in the distance. Wilbur sighed in defeat before another sound reached his ears. It was not the graceful calling of an owl or the mud splattering from the rain. No this was a sound he was much more familiar with.

He took off in their direction, following the familiar cries for help and the angry voice of a certain bee. He stayed hidden in the brush as he observed the strange scene in front of him.

There was Ranboo, with a rather uncharacteristic anger in their eyes, wings crossed and his ears held firmly back. Then there was Tubbo, his hands gripped firmly in Jack’s shirt, screaming in the shrews face.

“WHERE IS HE?!” Tubbo shook him more. “I KNOW YOU SAW HIM! NOW WHERE IS HE?!” Jack Manifold looked utterly distraught, his arms tied firmly behind his back, completely stripped of all his weapons and perhaps his dignity.

“What’s wrong with you guys?!” Jack struggled in his restraints. “Let me go! Please! Are you guys crazy?!”

“YOU SAID HE WAS RIGHT HERE JACK! AND GUESS WHAT? HE’S NOT! I DON’T LIKE IT WHEN PEOPLE LIE TO ME JACK!” All Jack could do was to plead for Tubbo to not sting him.

“Please! I swear it was right here! Why are you guys doing this?!” He looked to Ranboo for mercy. “Ranboo! This isn’t like you! Tell Tubbo to stop joking around! This is a little extreme for a prank! It’s not safe to be out here with it!”

Ranboo rolled his eyes and walked forward towering over Jack. Wilbur had never seen this side of Ranboo before. The bat sneered down at Jack, their fangs on full display. “Listen Jack, I tried to be civil with you at first. I know that you’re scared but our friend is in serious danger because of you. This isn’t some stupid prank, Now where is he?”

Wilbur looked at all the hope drain from Jack’s face. “Y-you’re hypnotized or something… It’s made you guys it’s dark servants.” Jack looked like he was about to pass out, Tubbo growled in frustration. “THAT’S IT!” Tubbo raised his stinger high, Wilbur guessed that was his queue to intervene.

He sprinted out of the foliage, “Wait!” Tubbo and Ranboo whipped around towards him, but their anger was soon replaced with… relief?

“What are you guys doing out here? There’s a fire!” Jack struggled to crawl towards the mouse. “Wilbur! Help me! They’ve gone insane!”

Tubbo and Ranboo ran over to meet him. Ranboo grabbed ahold of his shoulders, “Have you seen Tommy?”

Wilbur was completely taken aback. He began to question the last several months of his life. “You’ve met Tommy?!”

“All of us have!” Tubbo supplied, “Though, I don’t know if we should count Jack or not.” Wilbur was completely baffled.

“Why didn’t he tell me, or any of you?!” Ranboo looked a little guilty at that. “He told me he didn’t want you to know. He said he wasn’t supposed to be seen by anyone else, that was one of your rules.”

Wilbur groaned in frustration, of course Tommy would keep it secret. He didn’t want Wilbur to be upset with him. Especially if it happened after the incident.

“Whatever! That’s not important right now.” Wilbur looked to Ranboo with Desperation. “I haven’t found him. He’s not in the clearing, I have no idea where else he could be.”

Tubbo cleared his throat and gestured towards their hostage.“Well he should’ve been right here, or at least that’s what Manifold said.” Wilbur turned to Jack who was currently trying to wriggle out of his ropes.

“Was this where you saw him Jack?” The poor shrew wilted at Wilbur’s question. “Oh no… Not you too Wilbur…”

Wilbur huffed and crouched down to where the poor man was writhing. “Yes Jack, me too…” The mouse sighed and helped Jack to his feet. “I know you’re scared Jack. Your instincts are probably going haywire right now . Trust me I know.”

The mouse looked the shrew firmly in the eyes. “He’s not gonna hurt you.”

Jack let out a sharp wet laugh. “Yeah right!” Jack’s mind flashed to Blood coating sharp teeth, it slowly dripping down it’s chin. “Gods… you guys really are under it’s control! It’s using you guys to do it’s hunting for it!”

“Jack, listen to yourself! You’re spouting complete nonsense!” Wilbur pleaded but Jack wouldn’t hear any of it. People who he once thought were his friends lured him away from the village with the lie that someone needed help, now here he is, tied up and being lead to his death.

“You’re the one that’s talking nonsense! You guys are gonna get us all killed! We need to leave before it comes back!” Jack cried his voice wavering with anxiety.

Wilbur sighed, Jack was just a lost cause. He turned to Ranboo, the younger’s face coated in worry and stress. Tubbo tried his best to comfort him, but he himself had the shadow of doubt on his face.

Wilbur looked back towards West, the orange glow was growing brighter by the second, even with the ever persistent drops of the rain, but it just wasn’t enough.

“I don’t know what to do.” Wilbur stated defeated. Tears were brewing in his eyes, Ranboo and Tubbo clung to each other.

Wilbur closed his eyes, trying to conger any kind of hope, the cold rain trailed down his face, but then suddenly it wasn’t. He opened his eyes confused, as the rain was still hitting the ground all around the group.

“Wilbur?” It was quiet and fearful. It was pure relief. It was Tommy.

Everyone’s head bolted upwards. Wilbur cried out in relief as his eyes met familiar glowing red ones. Ranboo and Tubbo cheered, while Jack shrieked in fear, backpedaling away before he tripped backwards on a root and fell hard to the ground.

“Wilbur what’s going on? There’s a fire somewhere and everyone smells so scared…”Tommy slowly descended from the tree, eyeing the shrew shaking on the floor with wariness. “And what are you guys doing here?!” Tommy’s voice was strained and scared, Ranboo stepped up first to answer, but was cut off by Wilbur.

“It’s okay Tommy. I know.” There was shame in the snake’s eyes, tears started to poor down the boys face, he tried to apologize. “I’m sorry Wilby…I-I was gonna tell you, I was…I was just scared you’d get mad.”

Wilbur reached upwards and Tommy took it as his queue to wrap his tail around Wilbur and lift him up, they both tried to ignore the gasp that came from the shrew below. Wilbur squeezed the boy’s tail with all his might. “Tommy, I can’t ever stay mad at you. I just want you to be safe. I don’t want you to be afraid to tell me things.” The child nodded his head and then gently pressed it into Wilbur.

Wilbur was suddenly brought back to reality by his own words, he pushed back from the blonde curls and looked his brother in the eyes. “Tommy you need to get out of here. The guard is on their way.” Tommy looked shocked. “What?”

Tubbo suddenly flew to Tommy’s face. “Yeah, and they wouldn’t be if not for him…” Tommy turned his head down to the trembling form in the mud that Ranboo was currently trying to console. “Also not to mention the ever growing forest fire.” Tubbo added on as a afterthought. Tommy couldn’t help but let his eyes wander back to the unknown hybrid. His pitiful struggles catching Tommy’s trained eyes.

“Is he okay?” Tommy gestured towards the hostage on the ground, Ranboo had tried and failed to remove the restraints. Jack grew deathly still as he realized all the attention was on him. It was looking right at him.

He couldn’t even muster up a scream, the noise dying in the back of his throat with any hope of survival. “He’ll be alright. He’s just a big baby.” Tubbo explained.

Tommy felt guilt eat away at his heart. He sat Wilbur back to the ground and crouched down to their level, Jack tried to scoot away but Ranboo held him firmly in place.

“Hello…” Tommy tried but Jack stayed frozen. “I’m sorry if I scared you…” The naga looked to the too tight ropes digging into the shrews arms. “Here…let me help.”

Jack cried out as he was pushed closer to the monster as it reached out for him with it’s deadly claws. He squeezed his eyes closed as tight as he could, not wanting to accept his fate. But instead of the sharp claws piercing him, he found the tight pressure on his arms were cut away. He fell backwards as Ranboo dropped him back to the ground. “Calm down, you’re fine…” Ranboo huffed out. Above him he was met with a soft smile and kind red eyes. Nothing like he had witnessed mere hours ago.

“There you go, I bet that feels better.” The naga said with a sort of kindness that reminded him of Niki. Only she would make sure to ask if he was feeling alright in a stressful situation, and here was this great beast taking her place.

While Jack was still fearful, he couldn’t find it in himself to run away. The Naga had done nothing but treat him with kindness so far, and his friends, however crazy they were, seemed to trust the giant. He’d have to give him a chance.

“Come on Tommy, We need to get out of here.” Wilbur climbed onto Tommy’s head before turning to Ranboo and Tubbo. “You guys take Jack across the river to safety. I’ll go with Tommy to make sure he’s alright.” The pair nodded and helped Jack to his feet, determination plastered on their faces, while Jack looked unsure. “We’ll find someplace safe to hide until the guard gives up, and hopefully when the fire dies down.”

Wilbur gently patted Tommy on the head trying to provide any comfort. “Alright Tommy let’s g—!”

Wilbur could only stare in horror at the approaching arrow. Everything was happening in slow motion and he tried to cry out to warn his little brother, but it was too late. The next thing Wilbur knew he was thrown into the air and a painful near deafening scream filled his eardrums. Wilbur hit the ground hard, his back ached, and his ears ringing. He tried his best to get back up to his feet only to see Tommy clutching his right eye in pain, the younger was sobbing uncontrollably, unable to do anything but flinch as arrows with ropes imbedded deep into his skin. Wilbur ran forward and screamed for Tommy to run before he was pulled back and away from his baby brother. They were too late.

And there was the Blade in all of his violent glory. His bow now tossed to the side after having hit his mark. A single arrow coated in weakness had struck deep in Tommy’s right eye.

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Little did the village know… another visitor was upon them. When the scent of this much fear and panic hits the air, it can travel for miles around even with all the smoke. It’s hard for someone to not come see what’s happening after their latest business deal. Especially if someone is quite familiar with one of the scents in particular. It seems he, had finally found one of his star pupils. A malicious sharp grin spread over their scarred white face. Snow white scales flashed with the strikes for lightning.

It was an excellent night for a hunt. The fear was almost overwhelming. He hoped he could control himself long enough to not go into a frenzy.

He first had to find what he had lost long ago, and make him pay for the pain they had caused him. It was never fun explaining how the champion you promised had disappeared with all the others, face wounded with one dead eye. It was even harder to kill half of the hunters who were less than forgiving of his slip up with his newly acquired wounds. Let’s just say he was grateful that rage was a motivator.

The remaining hunters were quick to be back on his side after witnessing over half of their men be slaughtered. Shameful cowards it what they were.

The Viper inhaled deep and long, letting the scent lead him in the right direction.

I’ll find you Tommy.

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Wilbur was relieved it wasn’t a lethal poison, only his father would carry those. Techno much preferred his hand combat or rather his blade combat. Wilbur watched with growing dread as Techno started to make his way towards Tommy, sword in hand, the poor child was pinned in place painfully from the many arrows and ropes tying him down.

“Don’t worry. You’re safe now.” It was some random solider, pulling the mouse away, white hot rage filled the Charmer as he saw the Blade lift his black sword, his baby brother crying for help. Wilbur head butted the solider and reached for his own blade . The poor guard member sat dazed on the ground with a very broken nose.

Tommy was pulled to the ground now. His arms strapped down to his sides and his head pulled back leaving his neck vulnerable to any attack.

Tommy whined in fear, his one good eye blinded by salty tears. The Blade raised his deadly sword, ready to end it all in one fatal swing. Wilbur never ran faster in his entire life.

Instead of fresh blood pouring from a wound, Techno was met with sparks as his blade struck another with all of his force. How strange… Techno didn’t hesitate, he tried to strike down his opponent but they held strong. Every swing of his sword was met with one of equal strength. After a minute of hit after intense hit the pair stepped apart exhausted. When Techno looked up to meet his opponent’s face he was surprised to see the small form of his twin brother in the place of where the skilled warrior stood. Techno stood taken aback, nothing could of prepared him to see that he almost battled his own brother to the death. What was his brother even doing here? Wilbur took advantage of his shocked state and suddenly there was a sharp burning in his calf. His own brother had just slashed him. Techno fell to his knees and his hand was next. His sword dropped to the ground and was kicked away. Techno had a faint memory come to mind of him teaching Wilbur those moves when they were young.

“Wilbur?! What are you doing?!” Techno growled in pain. “What I have to!” The warrior cried. “I won’t let you kill him!”

“Him?” Techno looked to the Naga behind his brother. It’s one slit eye shot daggers at Techno, it’s growls rivaled thunder itself, and it was all directed right at Techno.

If he were a weaker man he would of cowered under it’s gaze, but Techno was not. He sat kneeled and took the beast’s rage head on, and glared at the monster right back.

A cry from one of his men caught his attention and he spun around quickly. He was surprised to see his men being taken down by his own students. Tubbo had already stung half of the guard and disarmed most while he did, while Ranboo made quick work of the potions, throwing them against trees and rocks and watching them shatter and poor into the mud.

Techno was speechless… what was happening? First his own brother protecting a monster and now a revolution. He turned back forward to face his brother, utter betrayal pumping through his veins.

“You would hurt your own Brother to protect that monster?” Wilbur remained silent as tears trailed down his cheeks.

A hurt deeper than Techno had ever know stabbed into his gut. His face contorted into a deep scowl.This didn’t make sense. Why would Wilbur…

The beast groaned in pain and strained against the binds. “Wilbur…” It growled and his brother called out a desperate reassurance to it. It wanted his brother’s help?

Then Techno understood. He understood Wilbur coming back late at night or not coming back at all. Why his brother never let him follow him into the woods and always seemed nervous when Techno asked where he was going.

He understood why Ranboo would show up to his potion lessons less and less, and why Tubbo seemed to never be in his study anymore when Techno would need him.

He had heard legends of creatures that could control minds or hypnotize their prey. Playing with their food by messing with their very minds. That had to be what’s happening.

This… this monster had made them into it’s pets. It had to have them in some kind of dark bind, forcing them to the forest when it wanted and making them obey it’s every whim. But worst of all It had brainwashed them into thinking it actually cared.

“Wilbur, Can’t you see?! It’s forcing you to be it’s pet! It doesn’t care about you, it’s only using you!” Techno desperately tried to bring his brother back to him.

More fuel was thrown onto the fire that was Wilbur’s anger. He stormed forward his eyes blazing. He gripped is twin by the collar now consumed by pure wrath.

“Listen to me now Techno, that boy who you call a monster is just a child. He hasn’t even hurt anyone! Then here you come charging in without even assessing the situation… Calling me hypnotized and under what proof…That is a child you’ve shot down with your bows.” His twins claws dug into his flesh. “I swear to the goddess of Death herself that if you kill my little brother, then so help me gods, I will never ever call you my brother again.”

Techno’s wounds burned from rain and sweat. He could only stare in shock at his twins words. His little brother?

Wilbur threw Techno to the ground and ran to the beast. He started slash at the restraints, desperate to get the naga free. He was soon joined by Ranboo and Tubbo. Ranboo splashing healing all over Tommy’s wounds. Even Jack was at the snake’s side, helping to remove the arrows and tend to wounds.

Techno’s men stood back awaiting more orders as they looked on baffled at the strange sight before them. The Blade himself could only sit and watch his brother in sorrow.

This was no longer his fragile passive twin, hiding behind him in a fight, this was a warrior protecting those he loved. He guessed Wilbur really his twin in every way.

Techno’s eye’s traveled to the face of the Naga… No…The child he had order his men to shoot down. Wilbur was there, gently tending to the boy’s wounded eye, pouring bottle after bottle of healing potion. Techno could only pray that it wouldn’t cause permanent damage.

Only one of the serpent’s arms were free. He couldn’t help but feel his heart spark with a fresh wave of fear as it reached out for Wilbur. The hand simple cradled Wilbur gently as he worked.

The thing that made Techno’s stomach turn the worst were the whispered apologies from the boy, repeated over and over again. Techno could only sit as if he were frozen in time.

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Philza flew as fast as he could. The last of the villagers were safely across the river in a makeshift camp, the rest of the flyers where busy setting up a makeshift camp for the next few days. The fire chased after him as he flew, it burned the forest without forgiveness, the rain was doing it’s best to fight off the hellish flames, but it could not save all from the fires path.

The fire had already passed through the Village. It had suffered from the flames, shelter and cover burned away, but they had fought the flames off well enough that a majority of the trees, buildings,and shrubs survived. It would take a lot of work to rebuild and recover the lost shelter, but it could be done.

Now with his people safely out of harm’s way, he could focus on the other threat. Philza prayed that Techno was holding his own well enough. The old bird knew the power of these beasts first hand.

The avian patted his side where his poison arrows stayed. Reassuring him self that they were still there. He only had three, being unprepared for a fight, but he would have to make do. He had to try his best for his boys.

He followed the guards trail the best he could in the dark night. The rain weighed down heavy on his wings.

He flew with grace. Ducking and dodging around everything in his path. His speed only increased as did his heart rate when he heard a commotion up ahead.

Philza burst through the trees with his bow drawn carefully with his talons. There it was in all of it’s monstrous glory, it took all of Phil’s willpower to not let the arrow shoot right away.

It was down, but it appeared that one arm was free. He looked to the guard in confusion as to why the Naga was still alive. Then he saw Techno, bloody cuts lined his body, his hair a muddy mess of knots and tangles. He sat crouched on the ground almost like a plea of surrender, his sword tossed to the side.

He reexamined the Naga only to see that it was holding something in it’s grip, Philza’s heart stopped.

In the claws of the Naga was Wilbur. His boy that was supposed to be far away and out of harms way, was here. They very last place that Phil ever wanted him to be.

The avian was seething. These monsters stole his family from him once before, he would not allow that to happen again.

“NAGA!” Phil spit fire as he spoke, the rage of a thousand suns on his very own tongue. Every head snapped upwards at the murderous call.

“Release my boy now, and I will give you the mercy of a quick death.”

Philza flapped his wings steadily, he pulled the arrow back firmly, ready to release it’s deadly power. The Naga released is son almost instantly to Phil’s surprise, but what had Phil questioning reality what that Wilbur refused to leave the snake’s side.

“Wilbur! Move aside! I’ll protect you!” Philza desperately called to his oldest, but instead of running to his father’s call, Wilbur sneered and planted his feet apart and stretched his arms out wide, as if trying to shield the snake behind him. Phil was also stunned to see three others at the naga’s aid as well, there stood Ranboo, Tubbo, and even Jack?

“You will not hurt him.” Wilbur spat with such a venom he might’ve well become a serpent himself. “If you dare release that arrow I will jump in it’s path.”

Philza was completely taken aback. Why are they protecting him? Why would his son threaten his own life over a Naga?

He glanced back to Techno, only to see his boy staring right back, pure shame and regret in his tired eyes. Phil didn’t understand.

“Wilbur why would you—” A vicious cackle erupted from the night. One that struck Phil with such fear he nearly dropped out of the air right then and there, leaving the rest of the question to die in the bird’s throat.

A single emerald green eye, glowing eerily through the rain squinted in delight, peered out of the darkness of the trees.

“Well what a pleasant surprise .” Out of the forest crawled the devil himself. The fire was upon them now, it’s golden orange glow soaked into the Naga’s pale white scales, giving the illusion that this beast crawled out of the depths of hell itself.

Phil could only stare in pure horror at the Naga who had massacred is village, and took away everything that Phil had ever loved.

A sharp gasp and heightened breathing broke Philza’s spiral into despair. It was the restrained Naga, it’s breathing grew quick and panicked. The snake grabbed it’s four protectors with it’s one lose hand and pushed them quickly over to Techno.

“RUN!” It pleaded frantically, it’s voice strained and cracking. The White Viper howled in amusement at the scene before him. Phil suddenly realized just how small the first Naga was when in comparison to one that now towered over them all.

“Really Tommy? After all this time I would have at least hoped you’d learn to not play with your food. It’s quite bad manners you know.” The Viper clasped his clawed hands together in sick satisfaction. “And look at the mess it’s got you in! Oh how my once mighty has fallen.” The Naga fell back into a fit of crazed laughter.

While the Naga was focused on the smaller, Phil took his chance and aimed his arrow straight for the beast’s heart as it laughed away. The bird released the arrow with a perfectly practiced talent. Timed seemed to slow before it hit it’s target, but instead of imbedded deep into the Viper’s pale skin, it instead bounces of its chest and fell to the ground. Phil stared in shock at the sheer thickness of this monster’s skin. The laughter had stopped.

In an instant the Vipers tail shot out towards the Avian and smacked the little bird to the ground, a snarl on the snakes face. Phil cried out in pain, the sheer force of the hit cracking several ribs instantly. He hit the ground without forgiveness, his wing snapping next. He was nearly delirious with pain, he could faintly register is son’s crying out for him. He felt hands grab is cloak and pull him back. He opened his eyes to see Techno at his side, frantically shaking him awake. He could hear frightened screams and someone desperately crying for them to run. It was the first Naga.

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Tommy thrashed and clawed at the ropes, screaming for the hybrids to get away. His eye still burned violently even with all of the healing potions. Wilbur’s dad lay crumpled on the ground, Wilbur crying out to him. XD looked on with disgust. Why did the Gods hate him so? The monster he had gotten away from all those years ago had found him at the worst possible time.

His tormentor. His captor. His abuser. XD. The Viper was all Tommy had ever know. He was told he was found alone as an egg. Abandoned and left in the snow. Somehow, Tommy doubted that, now that he knew the truth about the snake who raised him.

Everyday was true hell for Tommy the moment he could slither on his own. He once had siblings, all different degrees of deadly hybrids, though he was sure they were all gone now. They were forced to fight one another, told it was to keep them healthy and strong, and to protect them from danger. They were kept in separate cages when they weren’t fighting and carted to various towns and cities. Many of his sibling’s cages were taken away. Handed to humans in the cover of night with the promise of XD saying they’d be going to a good home. Tommy had once believed him when he was little.

Now Tommy knew the dark reality because his oldest brother found out the truth. His brother was something called a Warden. He was given to some humans with two of his other siblings, it was sad to see them go, but Tommy was also excited. Because Xd had said that someone was coming to pick him up that next morning. That he was going to go somewhere very special and be the Champion of a King. Tommy had never felt for happy in his life.

He had went to sleep as soundly as he could in a cage, but he quite surprised when Sam had woke him up in the dead of night.

He was alone. Blood had stained his claws and face. He let Tommy out first and then opened everyone else’s cages. He had took them away then he told them the truth.

That they we’re being sold. Sold to hunters, to kings, to fighting rings. That they were sold for their parts, for their strength, for their magical properties. Sam had been the only one to make it back alive.

XD had found them that night, screaming for them to get back into their cages, but Sam kept us safe behind him. The Viper was absolutely furious.

But Samm wouldn’t listen to XD anymore. He was a Warden after all, and they were know to be rather protective of what they loved.

They had escaped. Leaving then Naga with one less eye and more than a few deep scars. They hid in the forest, hunting and living together as a true family should. They were happy.

But then the hunters came and they had to run. Tommy wasn’t the fastest then, he wasn’t very big either. So he did what he does best. The Naga stayed out of view, hiding from the hunters while his siblings ran. He hid until the forest grew quiet and the night turned to day, but his siblings never did come back. He never saw any of them again.

Tommy was on his own. Learning to survive by himself and live among the trees. A silent and lonely life, and that’s how it was for a long long time.

Then he met Wilbur and everything changed, and he was happy. He finally had a brother again. But now that was all about to change again. Because he had screwed it all up. He had been seen and forced the guard to come after him, now XD was here and everyone was going to get hurt because of him. Why was he cursed with such a cruel fate?

“Tommy? Do your little pets not have any manners? Honestly, I thought I raised you better.” The serpent snarled and dusted off where the arrow had hit. “Really, the only good thing they’re for is to eat.” Tommy growled deep and long, XD only seemed more amused.

“You know…for how much you seem to care about them, they still seem rather afraid of you.” XD hissed a smile on his face. “I just so happened to be in the area after my latest business deal, when the smell of all this fear hit the air.” The Naga inhaled deeply though his nose and sighed in satisfaction. “It’s quite a mouthwatering scent, but I was pleasantly surprised to suddenly smell your fear mixed in as well… You see Tommy, I am still rather angry for you and your siblings running away, and that Warden definitely didn’t help your cases after he took my eye….”

The Naga gave a dark laugh as he looked at Tommy’s face. “Though now, I bet you understand how painful it is to lose an eye. Would you look at that…” XD gripped Tommy’s chin to meet his own scared face.

“We match.” XD spoke in a sickeningly sweet tone. Tommy only growled louder. “I’ll be honest with you Tommy, but only because I find you situation to be so amusing. I was just going to kill you first and enjoy the spoils for myself, but now I suppose I’ll let have one last meal. After all I do love to watch these pests get what they deserve, now which one took your eye.” He asked with a sharp grin. Tommy remained silent, not daring to make even a motion towards any of the smaller beings.

“LEAVE HIM ALONE!” Someone shouted from the crowd. “Hmmm, who said that?” XD asked with a joyous expression. Tommy felt all the color drain from his face. His heart pounded against his chest. “IT WAS ME!” A lone mouse marched from the crowd, his family cried for them him to stop, a single sword drawn in hand and pointed right at the White Serpent. What was Wilbur doing?

XD cackled at the sight of the mouse. Where had he got all this courage? “I’ll suppose you’ll do just fine instead.” And Wilbur was suddenly scooped up in a soul crushing grip, the mouse suddenly felt bad for scolding Tommy for squeezing to tight, because it was like nothing in comparison to this. Wilbur wheezed, his lungs suddenly void of any air.

The crowd cried out, Techno and Philza louder than any of them. Techno rushed forward, his wounds gushing blood as he slayed the white scales with his sword. His constant swinging barley even left a scratch.

XD leaned down and flicked the rat away. He growled in anger and squeezed the pest in his grip even tighter, he felt something snap under the pressure…It’s leg.

Wilbur screeched in pain and XD laughed with pleasure.

“No please! Leave him alone!” Tommy begged reaching out for his big brother. “Don’t hurt him!”

XD tsked and shook his head. “Tommy, you should know by now to not get attached to your food.” The viper scratched his head as if in thought. “I guess I can’t trust you to not just store this one. More for me I guess.” Tommy watched in terror as Wilbur’s struggling form was dangled over XD’s deadly maw.

XD tossed Wilbur into the air and something in Tommy’s mind flipped like a switch. The restraints holding the red naga down all suddenly snapped away and he lunged for the white beast. He pushed the Viper back into a tree and bashed his head against it over and over. Wilbur landed on Tommy’s head, all the air rushed out of his lungs as he tried to recover from his second fall this evening. Wilbur desperately tried to grip Tommy’s golden hair to keep from falling, but his brother’s fighting didn’t create the most steady of holds.

Wilbur found himself falling once more that night before someone swooped down and gripped the back of his shirt. Ranboo held onto him tightly, but they we’re still approaching the ground at an alarming rate. Tubbo soon came from below and smacked into Wilbur’s middle. The mouse hissed as his leg was jostled around before he was sat far back from the battling giants.

Techno screamed for his men to retreat. If not to get out of the way of the giants, then to escape the fire that almost completely surrounded them now. Many refused until Techno ordered them to go warn the people across the river and to protect them from any other threats.

Philza was busy crawling closer to the raging giants, his bow in hand and two arrows left. Even with a broken wing, he could still use his talons to shoot. The red scaled naga was currently clawing at the White Viper’s gut. Their great tails fighting for dominance against the other, squeezing and strangling. Though Phil could tell that the red one was being to lose control over white.

Phil would have to take out the biggest threat first, then he’d worry about the smaller one. Phil pulled back the bow and aimed for the White Naga’s one remaining eyes. He waited for and opening. There. The white naga suddenly ducked down trying to strike at red’s throat but failing. The arrow flying safely above it’s head.

One arrow left.

Techno grabbed Ranboo and Tubbo and handed them to several guards. “Get them across the river and to safety.” The two kids shouted with displeasure and struggled in the solider’s grip to try and get back to Tommy. Techno turned to Jack and gripped his shoulder. “Make sure they get there.”

Jack nodded his head but looked unsure. “What about you three? Aren’t you coming?” Techno shook his head. “No, we’ll only slow the group down with our injuries, and I don’t think I could even get Wilbur to leave anyways.” Techno sighed as he began to hobble back to his twin’s side before he turned back. “I’ll try to get us to a safer spot, away from the flames, but Jack if you want to live I suggest you leave now. I know Niki’s waiting for you.” Despair stabbed through Jack’s heart and he saluted to his General for what maybe the last time. “I’ll see you later Captain.” Techno smiled and nodded his head. “See ya later, Jack.” Jack took off after the group, tears streaming down his face.

Techno pulled Wilbur over his shoulder shuffled away from the flames path as the naga’s clawed at each other’s throats. Techno squinted to see his father crawling closer and closer an arrow drawn. Fear pooled in Techno and Wilbur’s gut.

Wilbur’s hands were clasped tightly together, he was mumbling in prayer over and over again, “Oh please, spare them Lady Death. Have mercy on them.” Techno held Wilbur closer, and while he was skeptical of the gods, he too couldn’t help but say a silent prayer.

Tommy was losing his strength, he glanced to see that Wilbur was safely on the ground and that was enough to give him hope, but XD was so much larger than him it was only a matter of time before he could over power him.

“You’re nothing but a sorry excuse for a Naga.” XD snarled. “You would’ve been better off if those hunters got to you like the others, because at least they would’ve given you the mercy of a quick death!”

Tommy growled at the thought of his siblings deaths, tears coming to his eyes. XD yanked his hand out of Tommy’s tail and wrapped it around the younger’s throat, his claws piercing the child’s skin, Tommy fought to pull it back with his tail.

Tommy was losing strength with every second. His vision was beginning to fade to back around the edges, and his tail was growing limp. He used his last remaining strength to hold back XD’s claws.

“You’re just a stupid child! Did you really think you could defeat me?!” Tommy whined at the lack of air in his lungs. “I’ll make sure to eat your favorite pet first after I kill you. No….maybe I should make it my pet and drawl out it’s suffering, then I’ll bite it’s pitiful head off and watch the blood pour out!”

Philza drew the bow back once more. He let out a shaky breath and a prayer to Lady Death. He released the arrow and fell back exhausted. Eyes rolling back into his head.

Air rushed back into Tommy’s lungs as a horrifying scream left XD’s lips. The Snow White serpent was clawing desperately at his remaining eyes, blood gushed from the wound. Tommy’s eyes locked onto XD’s unprotected throat and lunged forward once more.

Tommy’s fangs sunk deep into the tender flesh and blood rushed into Tommy’s mouth. The Naga began to writhe in his hold, but Tommy only bit down harder.

Once the Viper’s struggles and cries turned deathly still, only then did Tommy tear back with a hunk of flesh in his teeth.

Tommy quickly spit it out to the ground with the blood that at poured into his mouth. He gagged on the disgusting taste. An oddly peaceful silence over came the forest, ever with the fire raging around them. The sky began to pour down harder than it ever had, the rain finally becoming strong enough to smother the fire.

Tommy slithered over to Wilbur immediately, the mouse reaching out to him while the Blade adverted his gaze. Tears fell with the rain as he gently cradled his big brother. “I’m sorry Wilbur… I never meant for any of this to happen.”

Wilbur gave a loud wet laugh that sounded more like a sob. “Oh Tommy, this isn’t your fault. This isn’t anyone’s fault. You’re still my baby brother and that’s all that matters.”

Tommy did sob into Wilbur’s small frame. Wilbur gently pet Tommy’s cheek before sighing and looking into Tommy’s eye. “Tommy I’m gonna ask of something that might be pretty big for you.” The blonde boy just nodded his head. “I need you to store me and my family and take us back to the village. It should be a safe place for you to sleep for the night.”

“But Wil…” Tommy looked to with with fear and uncertainty but Wilbur only smiled. “It’s the safest way to travel fast with all of our injuries, and I know your instincts are going wild right now.” The mouse laughed softly. “Yeah…” The boy admitted.

“They may not like it, but I’ll be right with you the whole time.” Tommy closed his eye and took a deep breath. “Okay…”

Wilbur scooted over to Techno and pulled him closer to Tommy. “Techno, this is Tommy. Tommy, this is Techno.” Techno glanced up at the child but quietly adverted his gaze one he saw his injured eye. “Hi Techno…” Tommy tried.

“I’ve heard such amazing stories about you. Wilbur was right, you really are the coolest brother.” Tears flooded from Techno’s eye as he finally looked up at Tommy.

“I’m so sorry… I didn’t know and now you…” Techno kneeled down before the golden boy. “ I don’t ask for your forgiveness, I don’t deserve it… But please know I’m forever in your debt.” Tommy nodded his head once more and then looked to Wilbur.

“Okay Techno, Tommy’s gonna do something that’s kinda scary, but I’m gonna need you to stay calm.” Techno looked a little uneasy as Wilbur approached Tommy’s mouth in front of him. “He’s gonna store us. I promise that you’ll be safe. I’m gonna go first so you can watch, but I need to know that you’ll stay calm.” He watched Techno for conformation.

His twin nodded his head but folded his arms together tightly. “Okay Wilbur…”

Techno watched in disbelief as his brother willingly crawled into the naga’s mouth, or as best as he could with a broken leg. Techno couldn’t help but imagine those sharp teeth biting down and cutting Wilbur right in two, but even with his nerves he stood his ground and let Tommy gently guide his brother inside the cavern.

Once Wilbur was fully inside, the Naga closed his mouth and tilted his head back. The blonde child sallowed in one go then he locked eyes with Techno. Soft purrs left the child’s lips before he shook his head and was quiet once more.

“Are you ready?” It was spoken softly and scared and it made Techno’s heart melt, even if the action did terrify him to his very core. But there was no other way as the fire surrounded them.

“I think so.” The bloodied lips parted before him and Techno was met with rows of deadly sharp teeth. Techno’s hands trembled as hot breath washed over him. He could only hope that Wilbur wasn’t wrong about this kid.

Techno took a deep breath and jumped in. The warm air of the mouth surrounded him in am instant, and in some strange way… it was comforting. The tongue beneath him began to softly coat him in spit, the loud purring started up again. Then after a few more coats, Techno was pushed to the back of the throat and swallowed down. It was tight but not unbearable and soon he dropped into a squishy bed of warmth. Next to him was Wilbur who immediately came over to comfort him, but Techno’s instincts were already please with the safe, dark, and warm surroundings. He held Wilbur tightly anyways.

“Tommy, I need you to go find my dad now. He might be afraid but I need you to be as patient as you can. If he gives you any trouble, Techno and I will settle him down.” A gentle pressure pushed down on them as Tommy laid a hand on his stomach. “I’ll find him Wil.”

Tommy’s eyes became mere slits as he scanned his surroundings. The fire’s light making the battlefield much easier to see. Tommy’s pupils widened considerably when he laid eyes on the crumpled form of the avian. He broken wing tucked closely to his chest and his eyes closed in exhaustion.

Tommy approached slowly and cautiously. This man was still a powerful warrior after all. “Excuse me…sir?” The avian’s head shot up, a wild fear in his eyes. “They’re gone aren’t they? My boys…” It was said with a sorrow of a man who had already seemed to know the answer. Tommy felt his heart break at the pure look of hatred that Wilbur’s father bestowed upon him.

Philza was suddenly a child again, his back to a river and facing a beast, his loved ones all gone. Fire surrounded them on all sides, and he couldn’t fly away. Grounded to the cold and unforgiving earth, but strangely this Naga wasn’t cackling with glee at Phil’s misery.

“No sir… I’m keeping them safe. I promise that they’re okay.” Phil laughed biter and cold at that. It was taunting him though.

“Beast, the Viper was right. It’s not very kind to play with your food.” Philza spit in anger, hanging his head low, not wanting the monster to get the satisfaction of seeing the fear in his eyes. He expected retaliation, for the monster to act out in rage and finish the job.

Instead the broken cries of a child met his ears. Philza’s head whipped up instantly, his instincts calling for him to help the child. It was the naga…

Phil looked up at the Naga in shock. He really was just a child. His instincts cried for the child as he realized that the Naga had the same scared look on his face that he had seen on himself reflected in the eyes of the monster that had tormented him.

Philza’s instincts began to overtake him and he couldn’t stop the soft coo that left his lips. The child’s crying stopped and his puffy eyes met Phil’s own. Phil suddenly knew that this wasn’t a creature that would hurt someone else willingly.

“You said my sons are safe?” The boy nodded his head but he still looked frightened. “T-they are with me…tucked away… they want me to store you as well…” Phil felt his heart drop at the Naga’s words. A charred branch suddenly fell next to the pair from above, they both jumped.

The boy scooped the bird up in his palms, Philza cried out in alarm, to powerless to even try to escape, but the boy just held him gently. “I know you’re afraid… but you’re gonna be okay. You’ll be with them again soon.”

Philza heart beat in is throat as he was suddenly lifted upwards to it’s lips. They parted open to reveal the creature’s deadly teeth and forked tongue. Phil was to exhausted to even fight as it dropped him on its tongue. Phil went limp and accepted his fate.

But the Naga never sliced him with his teeth, and he was gentle with Phil’s broken wing. This was nothing compared to what he saw his family go through.

When he thought about it he guessed the Naga had no real reason to lie. Phil supposed that even if the Naga wasn’t telling the truth he would be with his sons soon.

But with each promise of the safety of his sons, Phil’s instincts began to believe the child more and more. Even as he felt himself begin to side backwards into the back of the throat, Phil couldn’t find it in himself to be afraid.

The warmth that surrounding him made his already exhausted eyes grow heavy. He felt his consciousness start to slip away, when his journey down came to a stop he could since his boys hugging him. Phil fell into a dreamless sleep.

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Tommy purred happily at the feeling of his storage being more full than it ever was before. He could feel the healing potions finally start to take affect. Tommy could even start to open his right eye again, although everything was still a little blurry.

He slithered with caution, avoiding what was left of the fire and the flames, the rain was in the final half of the battle, and it was winning by a long shot.

Tommy approached the thicket that protected the village, a lot of it was burned away, but the old trees and many of the buildings from what Tommy could see had held up well with minimal damage.

Tommy climbed up high in the largest tree and stretched out over the many branches. He fell into a deep sleep with the feeling of his new family stored safely inside him.

They’d tend to their injuries in the mornings, for now they got their much needed rest. From the stars above, a celestial owl looked down on the family with love. She had always know them since they were young, but now they had each other, and she wouldn’t let anything hurt them again. She sung softly into the night as the rain danced with her call.

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[toriowlfluff]

FLUFFY CONTENT because Ranboo is fluffy and I need that right now

Also, your local tiny Giant slayer in denial finds out that Giants aren’t all that bad. Especially the fluffy ones.

#dreamsmp giant/tiny #dreamsmp g/t #g/t #giant/tiny #sfw g/t #sfw giant/tiny #giant!ranboo #tiny!tubbo #GiantSlayerAu #toridraws

[mysterious-gizem]

You Cry, I Die

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Sapnap was a blaze-born, But he was also a borrower. Sapnap enjoyed his life in the forest, He would parkour and explore the land. He usually ate fish and since he was a blaze-born cooking them was a great bonus—Fish would casually flop on land which confused Sapnap since it wasn't normal, But who was he to complain about free food.

He happily continued his life with little to no problems.

That's until winter rolled in, The snow was to thick probably taller than the borrower himself. His abilities didn't work in the cold, Winter was the season Sapnap hated the most. The only way he ever did to survive was to borrow from a humans house until the snow would dissipate.

So far the houses he usually stayed in haven't noticed a literal living tiny person living in their walls, That was until this season...

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Sapnap yawned as he sat up from the rocky floors in the wall, He crawled out of the carved out area as he saw the kitchen with the window showing the sun glowing as it appeared from the horizon, Small bits of snow falling aswell, Sapnap blew away a strand of hair that fell infront of the borrower's face as he slowly looked at the clocked that was hanging above the door frame.

6:09 AM

The brunette rubbed his eyes as he straighten his posture, Deciding he should get food before the human woke up. He honestly should've picked a different house—This human had a cat. Yet it was the nearest house he could find before snow started to fall, Although he was confused on why the human had a house in the forest.

Sapnap grabbed some rope—Which was made with paper—He quickly threw ran to the counter, Observing if the feral feline was in the scene. Once the borrower reached the counter he scanned the counter as he aimed to hook his rope to anything that would be enough to hold his weight.

Sapnap wrapped his hands around the makeshift rope, Keeping a sturdy grab. He tugged on the paper seeing if it was secure, Once he did so he gave smirk and immediately started climbing.He vigorously climbed, As he got closer to the top of the counter his body ached—No one could blame him, He just technically woke up. And not like anyone could actually be there to blame him—Sapnap heaved as he flopped onto the kitchen counter.

Sapnap wanted to sleep once more yet he knew the human could wake up any moment, Sapnap groggily pushed himself up as he scanned the counter top. His eyes landed on a stack of bread on a plate, It was unusual but it was the food he knew the most, The rest of the contents on the counter were unfamiliar to the brunette.

He shrugged and made his way to the stack of bread, He went behind the plate as he ripped off a chunk of the bun. Feeling the soft texture under his finger tips, He stuffed it in a make-shift backpack he made with random clothes he found on the woods—He wondered why random human's left their clothes there...

Once the bag was filled he quickly grabbed another decently sized chunk, He opened his mouth as he bit down on the soft thing. He hummed in satisfaction, Closing his eyes as he let himself drift into his thoughts.

The borrower continued munching on the bread, Eventually he finished and he let out a sigh. As Sapnap was about to turn to go back to his 'home' he heard the soft thumps that he could recognize as footsteps. Sapnap started to panic, The brunette immediately looked around for a place to hide but to no avail.

Sapnap's breathing picked up as he heard the footsteps get closer, He crouched down hoping the bread could hide him. He clamped a hand over his mouth to not make sounds.

Soon he heard a yawn, "Hey Patches." The human hummed as he reached out for cat food from one of the cabinets. Sapnap heard shuffling then he could hear the cat food being poured in a bowl.

Sapnap took this chance, Since the human was distracted he could probably run to a better spot. Sapnap willed himself and immediately ran to a near by condiment bottle as he yelped when he got distracted and tripped.

The human's head whipped in the direction of the faint noise, "Shit-" Sapnap muttered as he screwed his eyes shut knowing the human spotted him. "Woah-" The human huffed as he looked at the thing in astonishment.

The human walked closer, Sapnap could feel himself shaking as a shadow loomed over him. Sapnap immediately tried running but fell down when a sudden hand smashed infront of the direction he was running in.

He turned around immediately meeting the gaze of the human, But something was off...Human's don't have slit eyes do they?

Sapnap gave no thought and tried backing away from the human, "Please-..." The borrower started releasing tears. Sapnap almost cursed at himself for whimpering.

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Dream shook his head as he heard the borrower let out a slight 'Please'. He immediately felt bad for it, "H-Hey I'm not gonna hurt you-" Dream tried convincing the terrified tiny. Obviously didn't work.

Dream sighed as he retracted and left the kitchen, Hoping he could make friend's with the borrower another time.

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Sapnap opened his eyes, He let out a soft gasp as he realized the human was gone, Sapnap didn't question it and immediately ran to his little home before the human returned. Sapnap could feel his heart racing as he curled into a ball, The bag of bread was now layed on the walls of the carved out hole.

The brunette stayed in the wall, Not daring to leave yet—He could hear the cat prodding around the house and the footsteps of the human not to far—Sapnap shuddered as he replayed the sight of seeing the humans eyes.

It looked deadly, blank, menacing, Sapnap wondered how the human's eyes were slit and why did it say it wouldn't hurt him?

It was probably just a trick, There was no way the human didn't wanna kill him. Sapnap knew, Human's thought nothing of borrower's and only saw them as a pest needing to be disposed.

So why...Why did the human attempt to even convince him otherwise?

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I'll likely make part 2 since it's short—1k words ain't enough.

Also please send me asks, I'm willing to answer and I'll consider request.

<The title will make sense soon>

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Our Kind oneshot - noms

Finally! Not chapter two but a oneshot :P

This will probably not be posted on Ao3, meaning it won’t be canon to the timeline. It takes place after things calm down, but there’s still... tension.

Warnings: vore, fearplay, undetermined if the vore is safe or not, mild violence (basically a fistfight + one cut with a sword).

If you’re new here, Our Kind is an AU of corysmiles’ Friendly Giant AU! Please check out the original as well!

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Things were tentatively back to normal.

Though there was still a tension between Wilbur and his brother and father, they seemed to have at least accepted what he was.

That’s why he was here, strumming his guitar in a sunny clearing, watching Phil and Techno spar. They had invited him with tense words and tenser posture, perhaps hoping the time spent together would… acclimate everyone to Wilbur’s new changes.

They were a ways into the forest, just outside what would be deemed “safe”, where the underbrush grew thicker and more wild. Here in this clearing, though, the sun broke through the treetops to dapple the ground with golden light. Moss and ferns creeped into the circle of rough dirt, stomped bare by years of guards’ boots. Wilbur sat on a log at the edge, halfway in the shade, and concentrated on plucking the strings of his instrument. The sounds of his family fighting faded into the background. 

It felt like no time at all before Techno’s helmet was tossed to the ground next to him with a thump, startling Wilbur. (And if he grew a few inches at that… well, it was corrected before anyone else could notice.)

Techno sat down heavily beside him with a grunt. Phil followed soon after, setting his helmet down more gently and beginning to unbuckle his chestplate and leather pauldrons. 

“What are you working on, Wil?” he asked. 

“Nothing in particular, right now. Just practicing, I suppose.” 

Phil hesitated. “Can we hear you play?”

Wilbur froze. He’d played around Phil plenty, but he hadn’t actually played for Phil in… years, now. When their relationship began to get worse, he’d stopped seeking his father’s approval of his music, and eventually stopped showing him what he was practicing at all. 

Slowly, he nodded and picked up his guitar again. 

“Well… I was thinking that this place, here, feels something like this…” 

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Wilbur was just finishing the chords of his hastily-constructed song when he noticed a tremor in the ground. His fingers fumbled the last few notes and the sound went sour as he raised his head, almost instinctively, towards the east. 

Phil and Techno must have noticed it too, because they were tense as well, and Phil was already reaching for his discarded armor. 

Even as the two hurried to prepare themselves for whatever might be coming, Wilbur slowly set down his guitar and stared into the trees. 

Those were undoubtedly footsteps. And judging by the timing… with his knowledge of his own height and footsteps… this giant was huge. 

By the time it was near enough to see, Phil and Techno were fully armored and had their hands on their weapons. Wilbur’s eyes widened at the sight of the monster towering above him. They were almost as tall as Ranboo. They could easily take out the village without a fight.

With barely a thought, Wilbur let the world twist and he met the giant’s eyes at maybe a hundred and fifty. He stumbled backwards, off-balance from the sudden shift, and felt branches crunch under his heel. His head snapped back in fear, but the glint of Phil’s sword caught his eye near his foot. Close, but not quite.

The other giant was looking at him now. They seemed shocked, eyes flicking from his feet—where he’d been moments ago—up to his eyes and back again. 

Then their frame tensed and Wilbur’s attention snapped into focus. No time to think. Wilbur lunged and caught them square in the chest, sending them both stumbling away from the village. But Wilbur wasn’t quite big enough to bring them down, and they pushed back. Wilbur couldn’t stop himself from falling backwards with an earth-shattering crash. Boulders bounced near his head and trees were uprooted and flung into the air. Wilbur groaned and rolled his head sideways. Through blurry vision, he saw the tiny figures of his brother and father, the glint of their armor and weapons in the sun, obscured by the rising dust. They were probably thirty feet away, but they were too close. A bit closer and his shoulder would have crushed them when he fell. 

Groaning, Wilbur pushed himself up to a sitting position. Dirt smeared his cheeks and clothes. He glanced at the other giant; they were hanging back, wary, maybe considering retreat. They saw Wilbur shift, probably thought he could shift bigger than them. They had no idea this was as far as he could go right now.

But they would realize soon. If they kept pushing him back and down, they’d notice. And as long as they kept pushing him down… Phil and Techno were in danger. 

He reached for them clumsily, pausing when they scrambled away from his hand. Techno jumped out of reach, but Phil was still close enough, so he pulled him in with his fingers and lifted him in a loose fist. He felt the squirming struggles of the human in his hand; it did nothing. Wilbur’s hand barely twitched around Phil. 

When Phil was close enough to hear, he listened.

“Put me down, this is not safe!” Phil was yelling. His voice was strong, but there was a waver in it that Wilbur recognized. It was the same tremor he got when he talked about Wilbur’s mum. Something he’d previously mistaken for sorrow, but was perhaps fear. 

“You’re safer here, Dad,” Wilbur said, then paused. The other giant was still eyeing them, watching the tiny speck that was Phil in his hand. “You will be safe,” he corrected.

Then he brought his hand higher. He’d seen Ranboo do this to Tubbo before; he had every reason to believe it was safe. It had better fucking be safe. 

In his hand, Phil began to kick and thrash. He tried to draw his blade, but his sword arm was thoroughly pinned by Wilbur’s fingers. Carefully, Wilbur pinched the blade and tugged until he felt Phil’s grip give, and he tossed the sword aside. Hopefully Techno would find and retrieve it.

Out of the corner of his eye, Wilbur saw the monster stepping back, tensing again. 

In his hand, his father screamed, startling Wilbur. It was a shriek that trailed off into a desperate sob, something miserable and terrified and panic-filled. 

But the beast was already moving, so in seconds Wilbur shoved Phil into his mouth and shut it tightly. He felt Phil’s boots against his teeth, violently kicking in a last-ditch attempt to save his life, before Wilbur swallowed and rose to his feet. Even as he prepared to fight, he felt the weight settle in his stomach, warm and foreign and moving and fuck that was distracting. He felt a little queasy with the knowledge that that movement was his father’s terrified fighting. 

There was no time to ponder that as a blow from the giant came crashing down on him, and Wilbur was just barely able to brace himself to stop it. He couldn’t fall yet; Techno was still on the ground, small and vulnerable.

The other giant pushed against Wilbur’s arms, and he pushed back. He grit his teeth. A deep rumbling came from somewhere—came from him, he was growling—and with one last heave of strength, he threw the larger monster backwards. They stumbled but didn’t fall. 

“You’re selfish,” the other giant snarled.

Wilbur blinked but didn’t change his posture. “What?” 

“Don’t act innocent,” they growled. “Defending this whole fucking village, eating one in front of me. You’re just showing off, you prick!” 

Realization dawned on Wilbur, and he felt sick with it. This giant thought he was defending the village as his food source. He opened his mouth to protest, but something stopped him. 

If they thought he was defending them as food, would they be more or less likely to leave? If they knew he cared about the villagers, would they use that against him? 

He chose his next words carefully. 

“Why do you think you have a right to this village? I was here first,” he said. 

“Why do you think you have a right to it? They’re just food, you can fucking share—”

“No,” Wilbur snarled. “They’re mine. Only I can e—can eat them. I worked hard for this.”

The other giant took a measured step back, but didn’t look away. “Oh. You can change sizes, right? Have you worked to gain their trust? Lot of work for a meal, I’ll say.” Their eyes flickered to the village—taking in the size of it, the trails of smoke still rising from the chimneys, the broad cobbled pathways. “Well, more like a feast. I guess I understand.” 

Wilbur didn’t trust himself to respond, so instead, he let a low, feral growl rise from him. It was wet with the promise of blood, and as the foreign giant’s eyes roved over his home, he felt he meant it. 

They took another step back. Good. Good. Stay away. 

Wilbur stalked closer, slow, threatening. He could almost see them weighing the risk—deciding if this village was worth a fight with a giant like Wilbur—before they turned tail and ran.

He stood straight and watched their figure disappear into the wilderness. He was so focused on tracking their retreat, that he jerked forwards and yelped when he felt a blade slice his ankle without warning. He turned to see Techno, blood dripping from his sword and a hardened expression on his face. A deep cut stung on Wilbur’s ankle, just barely off-center—Techno must have been aiming for his tendon and missed. 

“What the hell—” he began to say. 

“GET AWAY FROM THE VILLAGE,” Techno screamed. Wilbur froze. He’d never heard Techno scream like that. He sounded… terrified. Hurt. 

Oh fuck. Dad. 

“Techno, look, I can explain—” 

Techno roared and charged again, and Wilbur danced away easily. Techno’s momentum carried him past Wilbur and into a small clearing. He whipped around and snarled. The light shone on him, the sweat glistening on his face, his hair falling from his braid in strings, and the unbridled fury in his eyes that Wilbur could see clearly even from a distance. Seeing that rage directed at him, Wilbur felt a tight pain lance through his chest. He took a step back, caught off-guard. Techno saw him retreat and charged again. Wilbur had to take several more steps back to avoid him. 

“Techno, please, listen, I won’t hurt you,” he begged. 

“I’ll believe you if I ever see my father again, you MONSTER!” Techno snarled and continued to come after him, vaulting over boulders and logs like they were nothing.

He was focused on Wilbur and Wilbur alone, and the shifter was suddenly struck with the thought that his brother was a giant hunter, born and raised. 

He couldn’t get through to him this way. Hating every second of it, he set his jaw, turned, and ran. He ignored Techno’s hoarsely shouted curses and disappeared into the forest. 

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It was nearly nightfall when Wilbur reached the cave. He stopped at the entrance, hand brushing the curtain of vines that concealed it. His other hand drifted to his midsection. 

He could still feel the weight in there. He felt… full. The squirming and fighting had died down a while ago, but when his fingers brushed over the tiny figure inside him, it sparked a new round of kicks and uncomfortable shifting. He groaned. The movement slowed. It seemed to be losing fervor more quickly than before. 

Wilbur dropped his hand and entered the cave.

Ranboo was in the front this time, which he didn’t expect. Evidently, Ranboo didn’t expect company either, because he jumped when the vines shifted and Wilbur ducked inside. 

“Oh, Wilbur, what are you—”

Wilbur grabbed his arms and cut him off. “Please, Ranboo, I ate someone, how do I let him out? I—I know you’ve done this with Tubbo but I don’t know how.” 

Ranboo’s eyes were wide. “Okay, calm down Wilbur, calm down, I—just calm down, okay? Sit down.”

Wilbur took a deep, shuddering breath and released him, leaning back and sitting on his haunches. His eyes were surely dark and stormy as he stared with shaking hands. “How do I get him out?” He said again, quietly. 

Ranboo sorted himself out, coming to sit on his knees in front of Wilbur. “Alright, how long ago?”

“Maybe… twenty minutes?” 

Ranboo nodded. “Okay, that’s fine. Just… you should have muscles that will do it if you flex them, just... they’re hard to find for the first time. Um… the first time, I did it by triggering my gag reflex. So, just touch that back of your throat, okay?”

Wilbur hesitated, then nodded and tentatively stuck his fingers in his mouth. 

As soon as he touched it, his throat convulsed and his abdominal muscles clenched. He felt the body in his stomach startle and move, and then begin to be pushed upwards. He groaned a bit and pulled his fingers out of his mouth. It felt absolutely sick, like throwing up in slow motion. 

He almost startled as he felt a hand on his arm, comforting. When he looked up, Ranboo’s eyes were full of sympathy. “I know it feels bad the first time,” he said. “You’re doing great.” 

Wilbur smiled weakly, then immediately covered his hands with his mouth because Phil was nearly there. Moments later, he coughed out the tiny human into his hands, dripping with saliva and acids that stung his hands. (Had Phil felt those? Was he hurt?)

The body in his hands was shaking. 

“Dad?” he whispered hoarsely. “Are you okay? I didn’t…” his voice wavered. “...hurt you?”

Phil didn’t respond, just stared up at him with wide eyes. With a sinking feeling, Wilbur realized that they were red from crying.

He thought he was going to die, Wilbur thought. He thought I was going to kill him. 

“I’m sorry,” was all he could say, before lowering Phil to the cave floor and gently placing him on the dirt. He stumbled and looked up at him again. 

And he finally spoke. “Why?” he asked. His voice was just as hoarse and battered as Wilbur’s. “Why did you do that?”

Wilbur felt himself become smaller as shame pushed him down. “It was the only safe place,” he said quietly. “I couldn’t let you die. Anywhere else and you would have been in danger. Not just from the other one, but from me too. I could have stepped on you or fallen onto you.”

“Then… why not Techno, too?”

“I tried,” Wilbur admitted. “But I didn’t have time. And he was fighting harder.”

“You didn’t know how to… let me out,” Phil said, accusingly. “I could have died.”

“But you didn’t—” Ranboo began.

“And YOU.” Phil whirled around, turning on him. “You have been eating my son, and I didn’t know? You’ve just been…” Phil trailed off, clearly at a loss for words. “I can’t believe this is happening!” He sounded shrill, hysterical. “I can’t believe… after all these years of protecting… I can’t…” He buried his face in his hands. “Right under my nose,” he groaned. “I can’t believe it.”

Wilbur, now human-sized, stepped softly behind his father and put a hand on his shoulder. Phil flinched, then turned and saw who it was. 

“Dad,” Wilbur said. “I’m sorry. Please. I didn’t want you to die. I didn’t want to scare you.” Unspoken were the words: please don’t be afraid of me.

Phil almost seemed to soften, then. Wordlessly, he pulled Wilbur into a hug and held him tightly.

“Never do that again,” Phil said when he pulled away. “I mean it. To me or your brothers.” 

Wilbur nodded. 

Phil stiffened and turned back to Ranboo, though one arm remained around Wilbur.

“And you,” he said, voice nearly shaking with rage. “You and I will be having a very important talk soon. As soon as I let Techno know I’m okay, you and Tubbo are both going to have some explaining to do.” 

Ranboo nodded quickly, ears flattening in shame and cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry,” he said meekly.

Phil didn’t say anything, but his face and posture practically screamed you’d better be. 

“We should go back,” Wilbur said, trying fruitlessly to take the brunt of Phil’s wrath from Ranboo. “I left Techno in the forest. It’s not safe out there.”

Phil’s gaze lingered on Ranboo a moment longer before turning to the cave entrance. He nodded and began walking. Wilbur followed, shame making him feel smaller yet. He looked back to see Ranboo giving a tentative wave, before ducking through the vines after his father.

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Well, there you go ;P

I have chapter two in the works, but I’m much more picky about the quality than I am about this one, so even though its set later in the timeline, you get this oneshot first. 

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