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quotethemenevervore · 1 month

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THE LORE YOU ADDED!?!? This is amazing Squishy!!

Ask and you shall receive:

Bunny Karl ideas!!

*After Sapnap reveals that it’s safe, Karl decides then and there if he has another terrible tale he’s going straight to him to relax.

*Ducks do in fact have a crop, something that BK!Quackity may or may not be aware of. Perhaps he, too, winds up with instincts upon seeing distraught people he feels close to..

*George never outright says it, but he feels immensely guilty when he realizes what he attempted to do. He’d started distancing from Karl at first, afraid he’d snap and try to hurt him, so Karl has to initiate them hanging out again. And even then, George is adamant that Sapnap has to be with them.

*I’m still thinking about some of the other character’s hybrids, and I’m actually debating making Tommy a borrower for this au as they’re already kind of mouse hybrids.

*Im bouncing the idea of a snake/Naga dream around for this au, but idk where I’m gonna take that quite yet..

That’s all I got so far, but there you are : )

:) (IGNORE THAT THIS TOOK A YEAR)

TWs for safe vore, fear, depression

Swirl: c!Karl

Syrup/Sap: c!Sapnap

Ducky: c!Quackity

Indigo: c!Purpled

Cat: c!George

Theseus: c!Tommy

Whisp: c!Dream

Lute: c!Wilbur

Ares: c!Techno

Crow: c!Philza

Swirl panicked as they were thrown through the portal, landing unceremoniously on its face. Xe wiped the dust off their face, pushing itself up onto xer feet. That tale sucked.

Sucked was an understatement, it would take them months to work through the trauma that it gained that trip.

Xe hopped around, grabbing a new book and heaving the thing onto a desk that was actually its size and began to write everything that xe had experienced.

Once they were done, it decided now would be a good time to test out the new rule xe and their fiance had set in place. It bounced towards the ladder and began to climb up.

Xe pushed the trapdoor open, cringing as it hit the ground with a loud thud. They pulled itself up above-ground and bounded towards the door.

Thankfully Syrup opened the door and let the hybrid in before xe had the chance to knock it down. It’s a shame, Swirl really wanted to beat it up.

“Heard the trapdoor, are you okay?” The fireborn asked, kneeling down to get to their level. “No. Had a bad ta-dream. Had a bad dream.” It muttered, wrapping xer arms around Sap the best they could.

Its fiance smiled softly, carefully picking up the other. “In day?” “In day.” Xe spoke softly, almost ashamed to admit it.

“So proud of you for coming to me, love.” Sap smiled, and carefully took Swirl’s arms into his mouth. They watched as Sap began to slowly swallow down its body with intrege, giggling at the feeling of rubbing xer ears against the fireborn’s teeth.

It was a weird feeling, but strangely felt nice, like a form of scratch.

Sap hummed a laugh before Swirl found their head in the familiar darkness of the larger’s throat as he took stronger gulps, slowly swallowing down the other.

Even though it was very squished inside the throat, xe felt pure bliss. They hadn’t realized how horrible it felt since the tale until now, when xe felt peace.

Sap managed to swallow down his whole body before Swirl’s hands were freed by the opening of their fiance’s storage just below it.

Xer upper body was shoved through, so they shoved itself through by placing xer hands on the top and pushing.

Syrup let out a very audible sigh of relief as Swirl was finally out of the constrants of the esophagus and settling well into the tightness of the storage.

“Was it really that hard to get me down?” They asked with a laugh. “I’ll get used to it.” The fireborn returned as it felt Sap begin to rub his hand against xem. Calm.

“Thanks Sap.” They practically whispered. It didn’t care that Sap probably couldn’t hear xem, they were already falling asleep.

. . .

Swirl needed to GET OUT OF HERE.

They hopped frantically in a zig-zag pattern trying to avoid the absolutely massive horde of zombies and skeletons following too closely behind. How had it gotten into this mess?!

Swirl stared forward at the encroaching lights, xer end goal on their mind. It can do this.

Xe didn’t know how exactly they made it this fair, to be seeing the lights of Las Nevadas just up ahead, but as of right now, it was a f—ing blessing.

They got closer, immediately noticing the two figures that just walked out from behind the massive sign, Indigo and-oh honk-Ducky!

Swirl looked behind it before hopping straight behind the two who only spared a glace before Indigo turned back to the mob while Ducky expertly wrapped his hands around xer body mid-jump, lifting them into the air and flipping it around.

“Swirl? What the f—?!” Ducky spoke in shock as he looked the other over. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize where I was until I saw the sign, all I knew was that I was being chased and I panicked-” The bunny hybrid rambled quickly before Ducky interrupted.

“Swirl, breathe. It’s fine that you stopped by. You can stay the night here.” Ducky explained, lifting the bunny hybrid further into the air. They let out a sigh of relief before its world went dark and liquid surrounded xem.

They were swallowed down faster than Sap could ever handle, leaving them in the tight crop wondering what even happened. “That was pretty fast, how did you do that?” Swirl asked. “Got used to storing Slime.” The avian returned as the area began to sway.

“Keep it between us, but you’re definitely the better fiance to be stored by.”

Swirl felt Ducky wince. “Yeah? Sap stores you too?” The bigger tried to ask. “He does. It’s pretty nice, I get a bit more room but it’s always too hot.” The bunny answers nonchelantly.

“Not that either of you can be too hot.” They added for safety.

It was too quiet, Swirl worried they struck a nerve.

“Why don’t you stay with us anymore? It’s sad without you.” It responded to try and fill the silence. “Well, I can go take you home tomorrow if you’d like that.” The duck spoke finally.

“Yeah! Syrup’ll be glad you came!” Swirl returned, letting xer head rest against the plush walls. “Just go to bed, amor.” Ducky spoke with a smile to his voice.

And they did.

. . .

“Cat!” Swirl shouted, leaping into the cat hybrid’s arms. “Hey Swirl.” He smiled, before meeting the gaze of Syrup and Ducky.

Cat had noticed that Ducky was around Kinoko a lot more now, always hanging around with his old fiances. It was good to have the other around.

“Come on, I’m bored, let’s go do something!” The bunny began as it let xemself slide into the cat’s arms. The larger rooled their eyes. “Fine, nimrod, let’s go do something.”

He tried to ignore the fact that the bunnies fiances were burning holes into their skull from their glares.

The two needed to be there, Cat didn’t want to let himself hurt Swirl again.

In the end, Cat decided it would be better to go to his house and have lunch. Besides, he was prepared.

He waved the two standing in front of them to follow as he led them to his house. Swirl was mumbling to themself, something about it’s day, as Cat led the party inside and waved towards the table.

“I made sandwiches earlier.” He spoke as he set Swirl on the table as xer fiances took seats near the other. Cat opened the fridge and pulled out a tray of sandwiches.

“It’s only ham and cheese, I hate the condiments.” He spoke as he set the tray down in the center.

. . .

Theseus sighed to himself as he stretched. He missed Lute, he missed his family, but he missed Lute more.

The phantom would always let him rest on his shoulder while Lute played the harp. Truely a very manly instrument.

He watched as Whisp entered his incredibly humble abode along the shore. The naga smiled at him as they laid down near the tiny hybrid. “You know, you can leave whenever you want.” Whisp informed, resting on his arms.

“Yeah, but I don’t think they’d want me back.” Theseus returned with a sigh before approaching the naga. “Could I go in?” He asked softly, almost ashamed.

The larger smiled and carefully pushed the mouse into his mouth. Theseus preferred Lute or Ares when being stored, but the whole reason he moved to Logstedshire was because he felt like he was worthless compared to his two siblings.

Crow preferred his larger siblings to him.

Theseus was lulled out of his trance as he slid into the empty organ of the naga. “You know they’d love to see you again.” Whisp’s voice rang out. “Whatever, big man.” Theseus huffed out as he laid against the soft walls.

. . .

Taglist:

@brick-a-doodle-do @da3dm @munchkin1156 @kayla-crazy-stuffs @crystalsblogcorner

#mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #tw vore #mcyt vore #giant!sapnap #tiny!karl #tiny!tommy #giant!dream #giant!quackity #squishy’s fantastic work as always

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quotethemenevervore · 1 month

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The anticipation is going to kill me I swear-

new story?? for the first time in like half a year maybe??? 👀👀

(ps it’s a follow up to this post)

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #store shifter au #Cyncerity’s au #op from cyncerity #preparing to cry if they find their sons

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quotethemenevervore · 1 month

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Rotating this au in my head forever and ever-

So about that post you reblogged a few hours ago?

This is a request for you to ramble about whatever you’ve been thinking about the most for that au, I’m curious.

Have a Big Red to get the thoughts flowin’

🥤

you have no idea what you’ve allowed me to do my friend >:)

ok i really want to ramble about Schlatt in this au, he’s arguably the most interesting and put together character in the au, and he kinda ties all the different groups of characters (dream team, the fiancés, benchtrio, Charlie and Ted, Wilbur, etc) together, but i’m still in a big karlnapity mood so i’m sticking with them.

and yeah i’ll be talking some more about vore stuff but that’s not gonna be everything i swear

it’s all under the cut cause it’s long (of course it is i’m me and i’ve never shortened anything in my life)

Ok so i mentioned this in the tags of the previous post but in case anyone didn’t read those: Karl is a ermine hybrid. Wild ermines turn white in the winter to better blend in with snow. Therefore Karl’s hair, tail, and the fur on his hands, feet, and ears (which are rounded and animalistic btw) turn a really light platinum blonde/white. Yes this is because of the bleach-blonde Karl phase. Also because of the hybrid genes, when Karl doesn’t get enough sun (like in winter months), he gets pale quicker than most people do. He also has more animalistic feet and has finger and toe beans!

Anyway, Sapnap is big on noms in this au. Karl really likes dark, tight spaces cause of his instict to hide in burrows, so he is just predestined to like noms cause of his biology. Sapnap is more than willing to oblige him after he learns it’s safe (Dream tells him it’s alright, after completely making sure that Sapnap knows that if he ever tries to nom him, he’s a dead man. And Sapnap believes wholeheartedly that Dream not only means it but could actually kill him.)

Now for the interesting bit: Quackity could be nommed, given that he’s a shifter, but neither Sapnap nor Karl know he’s a shifter. Only Schlatt knows, cause of backstory stuff. But after Q’s trauma, which i mentioned in a previous post, he refuses to shrink. Being a shifter is pretty uncommon, but being a human with hybrid features is impossible. Thank god his boyfriends are idiots. Or rather, Sapnap doesn’t know anything about hybrids and Karl didn’t grow up around borrowers and even now only knows one other normal borrower (Dream), so how would he know?

Anyway, Quackity does nom Karl though. After some pleading from Karl and Sapnap trying to convince him it’s safe, he eventually relents. Not because they asked him to, but because he was getting just a little bit jealous of the time Sapnap and Karl were spending together.

After Quackity noms him a few times and he’s a tiny bit more used to it, pranks start. Karl hides in food, tries to force his way down his throat in the middle of the night, or even try to gaslight Q into swallowing him (as politely as possible, though, this is Karl we’re talking about).

Sapnap is in on it, too. He tries to get Quackity to admit that it’s nice (Quackity does think it’s nice, he won’t admit it), continuously helps Karl get in stupider hiding spots to get eaten from, and has even hidden Karl in his mouth and then kissed Quackity and Karl took that opportunity fairly quickly. Q was a flustered mess and wouldn’t talk to either of them for the rest of the day. He didn’t even let Karl out, he just didn’t talk to him.

Quackity was nommed when he was really really little, cause that’s normal for baby avians, but hasn’t been nommed since. However, he does have a crop, and he instinctually loves having things in it, especially living things. He used to hate that cause of how morbid it was and how much it made him feel like a monster, but after he starts going out with Karl, he learns that it’s maybe not so bad.

However, Quackity doesn’t put him in his crop that much. Normally he just swallows him down to his stomach like Sapnap does, cause if he noms him when Sapnap’s around, Sap would probably find it a bit odd that Q is storing Karl in an organ he doesnt have, and Quackity wants him to think he’s as human as possible. However, if it’s late at night and Sapnap is already asleep, Quackity sends Karl to the pouch. It’s not like Karl can tell the difference between the crop and stomach anyway.

Karl is pretty tall for a borrower, and his tail is fluffier and thicker than most borrower tails, so it can be a bit of a challenge to actually swallow him, but Q and Sapnap are nothing if not persistent. Well, Sapnap is. Q has an easier time swallowing things cause of hybrid reasons and birds are weird, but Sapnap is just built different ig. Anyway, Karl, being a bigger borrower, leaves a bump in both his boyfriends tums cause i’m a sucker for slightly larger than average prey. Sapnap’s tum is smaller than Q’s, so the bump Karl makes in Sap’s belly is just a bit more noticeable.

Sapnap loves this, he loves feeling the extra weight in his gut caused by the man he loves, and he loves walking or just doing any general movement cause it makes it easier to feel Karl snug inside him. He’ll nom Karl just go to the store or take a hike cause with every step he takes he can feel the minute jostling and steady breathes of his boyfriend, and he lives for it. He also wears hoodies a lot when he actually goes in public with Karl tucked away, cause he tends to absentmindedly rub the bump Karl makes and when he does this without his hand being hidden by a pocket he gets weird looks.

Quackity likes just about the opposite. He could 100% do without the extra weight in his stomach, and when he noms Karl he tends to just pick a place and sit there for a while, only getting up if necessary. He hates the swaying, drooping feeling in his gut, and tries to prevent that. Sapnap, as much as he loves it, knows how much Q hates it so whenever he noms Karl Sapnap makes sure to be around to get Q whatever he needs so he doesn’t have to get up. Quackity and Karl call that “simp behavior,” but Quackity loves the attention. Also, Q loves to just lay down and feel Karl. He’ll slow down his breathes and suck in his stomach slightly just to feel Karl better, and he loves it. It’s like giving his little boyfriend a hug from all sides, especially if Quackity decides he’s gonna lay face down. After all, Karl doesn’t mind getting a little squished, and he can feel him so much better that way. Q also rarely lifts his hand from his stomach when Karl’s in there. At least one hand must be over the tiny hybrid at all times, cause his instincts flare up at the internal movement and some primitive part of him (probably the part that sees anything being stored in him as a chick) says that whatever’s in there must be protected at all costs and damn if Q isn’t a slave to his instincts.

It doesn’t matter which boyfriend has Karl, the other will either be soft or make fun of them both. I’m also a big sucker for a third person in a vore scenario, so if, for example, Q sees Sapnap sleeping with a hand over a more full than usually belly, you’d better believe that Quackity is going to drop everything he was doing and nap with them. And if Sapnap wakes up to see Q asleep with his head laying over his stomach, he just takes a quick blackmail photo and goes back to sleep with his boyfriends. On the other end of the spectrum, Sapnap has on multiple occasions blasted and airhorn while Quackity was just vibing with Karl, causing all of Q’s muscles to tense and Karl to get squished. Quackity retaliated a few days later by pulling the same kiss trick i mentioned earlier, when he saw Sapnap about to swallow Karl so he kissed him and managed to pull Karl into his mouth and swallow him instead. Sapnap was a weird mix of kinda flustered, a little frustrated, and a lot impressed.

I’m now realizing that i didn’t talk much about what Karl thought about noms other than he instigated them most of the time (tho Sapnap is starting to rival him in that regard). Karl doesn’t purr like some borrowers do, but when he’s really happy and really stuck in his insticts he kinda chitters, and Sapnap and Q think it’s the cutest noise in the world. He also tastes a teeny bit sour, but mostly sweet and rich. Like if you turned a jolly rancher into ice cream. Karl also gets stuck in instict frenzies sometimes, and will give no warning as he looks for the nearest and most comforting enclosed space to be in. 99% of the time it’s one of the fiancés, no matter how far they are. Also, when i mentioned Quackity and Sapnap playing pranks on each other, Karl plays better pranks on both of them. He has covered himself in squirt-able sour candy, has brought stupid things into their stomachs, the whole nine yards. However, they always get back at him. He can’t count the number of times Sapnap has held onto the end of his tail in the midst of swallowing him.

all in all, the three of them have an interesting relationship that i adore and thank you for giving me an excuse to throw my vore obsessed brain’s ideas at my keyboard hsjskskshsj

#mcyt g/t #g/t karlnapity #mcyt gt #tw vore #mcyt vore #op from Cyncerity #AAAAAA THE TROPES THOUGH!?#I swear this is gonna be all I think about for a good week-

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quotethemenevervore · 1 month

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That’s more my bad!! I have not caught up with the RPG since I was younger ; - ; now that the remakes out, I need to refamiliarize myself with it

silly Mawrio headcanon,, m/ack is such a prey me think!! he should be nommed by B/wyer tbh - vore thoughts

Wow I fully meant to get to this before-

I was at a con ; - ; I’m sorry

I want to assume you mean Mario? And Bowser? The Mack kinda throws me off but if it’s those two then I agree > : )

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quotethemenevervore · 4 months

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Here we go! It was on the blog it’s supposed to be on, unlike part two 😒

Hey part one of seesaw fucking disappeared to the void.

Oh me and tumblr are gonna fight majorly-

I’ll reblog this with the link if I hopefully find it, sorry about that!

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quotethemenevervore · 4 months

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Hey part one of seesaw fucking disappeared to the void.

Oh me and tumblr are gonna fight majorly-

I’ll reblog this with the link if I hopefully find it, sorry about that!

#tumblr is a functioning website #first the second part vanishes and now this

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quotethemenevervore · 4 months

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Like a seesaw that only goes down, part 2

Here’s chapter two! I don’t know if there’ll be another part, but here we are! Sorry if it seems rushed, that’s not intentional..

Content warnings: includes soft, safe, g/t vore, character panicking, mentions of death but none occur.

And the tags: @i-am-beckyu @local-squishmallow @da3dm @poprockpanda

When the door was thrown open that morning, Phil breathed a sigh of relief. Techno’s shoulders dropped slightly, still keeping his attention on the plate before him. The older man stood, going to greet his other son only to be barreled over as the brunette came flying into the room.

“Woah! What’s the-“ “You need to foster Tommy now.” Wilbur gripped his arms tightly, and the blonde forced himself not to wince. “Tommy?” “Don’t tell me you’re gonna act like Phil now.” The pinkette groaned from the dining room table. “Trying to adopt kids-“ “He needs us.” Wilbur insisted. Phil gently shook his arms, the other taking the hint and releasing them. “Why don’t you tell us about this Tommy and we’ll figure something out, okay mate?” He led his son to the dining room, knowing he’d be starving after a night being shifted.

“He can’t be any older than fourteen. He’s like a spitting image of you, Phil.” Phil cut him off to motion to the chair, Wilbur sitting down but not stopping. “He looks very rough, and the way he talks.. you can just tell he hasn’t had good fosters.” “How did you meet him?” “He almost fell in the river last night.” Techno paused, looking the brunette over for a moment. “And.. he didn’t care that you were a giant?” “Well, he was terrified of course, but I wasn’t going to just leave him there! I needed to replace the log, anyway. It gave out.”

“Is it secure now?” Phil placed a full plate in front of the other, who ravenously began eating, getting a nod in response. “Good.” He sighed in relief. “And you’re sure that Tommy is in the system?” He nodded again. “No adults in sight. He said he was out with a friend, and he wasn’t really willing to talk about his home life.” “Maybe he just doesn’t have good parents?” “Techno, he’s clearly in the foster system. I know that look.” Wilbur harshly defended himself.

“Well, there’s only one real way to find out.” Phil abruptly cut the small argument off. “Once we finish breakfast, I’ll make a few calls.”

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The knock at the door didn’t bother him, simply calling through the door for the person to come in. “Tommy?” He looked up when his name was called, meeting the eyes of his social worker with shock and a small sense of dread. Did this family already give up on him? “Miss Puffy.” He greeted curtly, anxiety churning in his gut. “I received a phone call the other day, and I thought you’d want to be involved with the situation.” She took a seat beside the teen, who nodded.

“I have an old friend named Phil. He’s been a foster parent for a long time, and at the moment he has two adopted kids. He called me the other day, asking about you specifically.” Tommy perked up, but out of concern rather than excitement. “I.. don’t know anyone named Phil.” “That’s alright.” Puffy reassured him. “He said his son wanted him to foster you, and was quite adamant about it.” For a moment, Tommy imagined that it was Tubbo’s family. But he dismissed it just as quickly. He knew Tubbo’s family didn’t foster, even if they’d been the closest thing to a real family he’s had in ages.

“What about this one?” “That’s why I wanted to talk to you.” She offered a hand out, and the kid hesitantly took it. “I spoke with them before I came to you. They don’t want to push, they want you to make this decision on your own. If you’re happy here, then you can stay. But if you’re not that happy here, Phil’s more than happy to take you in.”

Tommy sat there for a moment, considering his options. This house… wasn’t the best. Well, it was the best he’d had foster wise, but it was just another house. The family didn’t really make him feel like he belonged. And someone specifically asked for him, willingly inviting him into their family. It wasn’t that hard of a choice, except for the unknown.

With a huge, deep breath, and the fragile hope that he wasn’t making a huge mistake, he nodded. “Okay.”

~ ~ ~

“You’re kidding me,” was all Tommy could breathe out when he saw the trio standing on the porch. Puffy eyed him from the rear view mirror. “Tommy?” “I know who wanted me to be fostered here.” He couldn’t forget those brown eyes, even if they were a more respectable size now. Unease began to pool in his stomach, and he swallowed the lump in his throat. He’d almost forgotten the entire incident with the giant- Wilbur. He was amazed that he’d remembered his name. But he forced himself to steel his composure. ‘Wilbur didn’t hurt me the first time, surely he doesn’t want to hurt me at all, right..?’

Puffy rolled the car to a stop, putting it in park and looking behind her to give Tommy a reassuring smile. “I promise, Phil’s a good friend of mine. If I didn’t trust him, you wouldn’t be here right now.” Tommy nodded. ‘It’s not Phil I’m worried about now..’ Both of them opened their doors at the same time, Puffy going up to the porch to greet them while Tommy lagged behind with his bag in tow.

Wilbur’s face visibly brightened when he saw the teen, grinning widely as he approached. “Tommy!” The blonde knew he was restraining himself. He remembered how touchy the brunette had been the last time he saw him. “It’s so good to see you again!” “Hey, Wilbur.” Tommy lamely spoke, nerves starting to get the better of him. He didn’t miss how the brunette’s eyes practically sparkled at the teen remembering his name, though his eyes began to trail around. They landed on the man beside Wilbur, an intimidating pigman hybrid with long pink hair braided down his back. His face softened when he met Tommy’s eyes, and he offered a nod to him. Then Tommy looked over to the other blonde, speaking with Puffy.

“I forgot about introductions! Silly me. Tommy, this is my brother Techno,” Wilbur pulled his attention back to him, gesturing to the pink haired man as he said his name. “And that's our dad, Phil!” Phil looked over at the mention of his name, smiling at the youngest. “Hey, mate. I think Wilbur probably speaks for all of us when I say we’re excited to have you here.” He calmly spoke, keeping his hands in sight but close to him. Tommy also hadn’t missed the glare shot in Wilbur’s direction as he practically bounced on his heels in excitement.

“Well, Tommy. Do you need anything from me before I head out?” Tommy looked back to Puffy, who still had a grin on her face. With hesitance, he shook his head. Despite everything, he wanted to put some trust into Wilbur. Surely if he begged Phil to foster him, it’ll lead to something good, right? Plus, he really seemed excited that Tommy showed. With a nod, she showed herself out, leaving the young teen with the three older men.

“Tommy,” Phil started softly. “Welcome to our home. We have a room set up for you, though not much in there right now-“ “We want to take you to the store so you can decorate it! So it’ll be all your style.” “Wilbur.” Phil leveled the brunette with a look, and he visibly wilted. “Sorry.” “You’re.. really excited I’m here, huh?” Tommy tried, feeling awkward that he’d witnessed the disagreement. Wilbur ducked his face, but the blonde didn’t miss the tinge of pink that colored it. “It’s just..” He started, but cut himself off with a sigh. “I’ve always wanted a little brother.” Tommy couldn’t help himself. “‘Little’?”

Techno blinked in surprise, barely visible to the blonde. Phil’s expression wasn’t as schooled, his jaw dropping at the comment. Tommy was just about to try and take it back when- Wilbur blinked, and then began to laugh. “Younger- younger brother,” he barely managed to choke out before falling back into his laughing fit. Techno huffed, shaking his head at the brunette as he fully relaxed once more. It helped Tommy feel more eased, his own shoulders dropping when he realized his joke had gone well.

When he managed to compose himself, his eyes were sparkling. “Nobody’s ever joked about my shifting before.” “Well-“ “Why don’t we head inside?” Phil cut in, wincing slightly at the abrupt end of their conversation. “Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt, but I’m sure everyone’s ready for some dinner.” Tommy’s stomach growled at the mention of food and he nodded shyly, getting a soft smile in return. As they walked into the house, he got a gentle nudge in his side. Looking towards it, he was met with Techno. “I’ll show him his room.”

He won’t admit it, but being alone with the taller man left him feeling intimidated at best. The walk to the room was fairly short and silent, and remained that way as the door was opened. Just like everyone had said, it was mostly bare. He had a dresser, a bed, and a desk. There were some notebooks, colored and regular pencils and pens scattered on the desk, and a TV sat in a corner on a small table.

“It’s.. not much. Like Wilbur said, we’ll take you to the store tomorrow and let you get some stuff to fix it up, but we tried to throw something together for you.” Tommy nodded, taking it in and trying his best not to cry at the gesture.

His own room. He didn’t have to share. He could design it however he wanted. Techno moved to sit on the bed, patting the spot beside him, face neutral but eyes soft. He only hesitated for a second before joining the pinkette.

“Don’t let Wilbur scare you. He can be overwhelming, but he means no harm.” Tommy blinked, surprised at the sudden turn of conversation. He recovered quickly, though, and shook his head. “I kinda figured. I mean, he saved my life.” Techno snorted at that. “Should have seen him when he walked in that morning. He didn’t even say hi. He jumped straight to telling Phil to foster you.” Tommy stifled his laughter, but quickly trailed off, looking around the room. “I don’t know why he’s so interested in me, though..”

It took a moment for Techno to respond. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I think he thinks you’re like him.” Tommy jolted slightly at the comment. “Not the shifter part,” Techno started with a smirk at the bewildered look he got, before it mellowed back out to a thin line. “When Wilbur first came to the house, Phil warned me that he’d likely be a handful. And he was, just not the way we were expecting.”

Tommy hung onto every word. “When he arrived, he was skinnier than you were with a lot of bruises and scars. Phil found him out in the woods one day and tried to coax him here, but he was too distrustful, at first.” “But he eventually trusted you guys?” Techno grew a sly smile on his face. “Yea, now he’s the world's most obnoxious brother.” “He’s not that bad, I don’t think.” The grin only grew. “Just wait.” Then he got up, and motioned for the human to follow. “Let’s go check on dinner.” “Alright.”

~ ~ ~

Two weeks had passed since Tommy first got to the house. In that time, he’s learned a lot about his new family. Like how Techno wasn’t intentionally intimidating, but he wasn’t really big on social interactions. And how Phil was an avian, having large black wings that Tommy definitely did not remember seeing his first night. When he asked him about it, the other sheepishly admitted that he wasn’t sure how Tommy would take to being the only human in the house of hybrids, which made the blonde feel good and bad at the same time. Bad that Phil thought he had to hide a part of himself, but good that Phil had done it to make him feel more welcome. And Wilbur. He hadn’t shifted to a giant form since he arrived at the house, and spent a majority of the time with the blonde to get him accustomed to the house and the family. Not only that, but he’d confined in the younger that he had in fact also been a foster kid, one that bounced from house to house as often as he had. Tommy honestly didn’t know how to feel about that, but Techno’s previous comment made a lot more sense after hearing it. Tommy also learned that he wrote music, and owned his own guitar that he proudly showed the teen. He offered to teach him how to play, and their first lesson was supposed to be today.

But as Tommy ran into the dining room, excited to begin learning how to play after eating breakfast, he realized there was a person missing from the table. Techno acknowledged him from his spot. “Where’s Wilbur? He said he was gonna teach me how to play today.” It was the main thing Tommy pestered everyone about, so neither Phil or Techno needed the reminder that Wilbur was teaching him guitar. He got worried at the frown that stretched on the piglin’s face.

“He shifted.” Oh. “So he’s not here?” “He went out to the woods. He always does when he shifts.” Phil motioned for the teen to sit, before heading into the kitchen and returning with a plate for him. There were a couple pancakes and a generous amount of bacon, which put little pep back into Tommy’s step. “Well now what do I do? I had my whole day planned around this. How long will he be?” “Dunno. Sometimes it’s a couple hours, sometimes it’s a couple days. It depends on how long it’s been since he shifted.” “And I think the last time he shifted was.. right before you came here, I think.” Phil added, picking up his mug to take a drink. Tommy mulled over the information for a moment, working on his breakfast.

“Do you guys ever go hang out with him?” “When he’s giant?” Tommy nodded, stuffing a forkful of the pancakes into his mouth. “We do- well, I do,” he corrected himself at the raised eyebrow the pinkette gave him. “He doesn't always want us around. Not that he’s ashamed of it, he’s just stressed about hurting us. I’ve tried helping him feel better about it, but sadly work keeps calling me away and I can’t always be here when he shifts.”

The blonde hummed in response, thinking. “What if I go hang out with him?” Techno struggled not to spit his tea back into the mug. “You’re certainly welcome to. I think Wilbur’s more afraid of hurting people at his size than anything else, you shouldn’t have to worry about anything.” With a grin, Tommy quickly picked up his plate and silverware, putting them in the sink with a promise to wash them when he came back, and rushed out the door without hearing his brother calling out to him.

Techno watched the kid run out the door, a slight grimace on his face. “We should have told him.” Phil’s head turned to the other as he finished collecting his own breakfast dishes. “About what?” “Wilbur’s instincts.” “Doesn’t he already know? Wilbur said he had to save him, right?” “Wilbur didn’t store him to save him. He picked him up.” Realization, and fear flooded the avian’s features and his feathers fluffed out. “Oh, shit.” The piglin stood up, already stacking his dishes up to take to the kitchen.

“I’ll go-“ “No, I’ll go. Can you call me if they return before I find them?” “Yea.” He rushed the dishes into the kitchen, setting them in the sink with a promise to be back to wash them, and rushed out the door after the younger. Techno shook his head and took his own dishes into the kitchen, starting a sink of soapy water.

~ ~ ~

It did not take Tommy long at all to find the giant. There were very limited places he could have been anyway, but the giant cave was a dead giveaway. Sure enough, the brunette was laying on his stomach, eyes glazed over and looking at the wall when the teen entered the cave.

There was moss on the floor, likely put there by Wilbur to make the ground a little more comfortable to lay on, and small lights placed around the walls. He wasn’t sure if they were electric or fire based, but they were too high up for him to find out either way. So instead, he focused on the reason that he had come.

“Wilbur!” The giant startled, head whipping around before his eyes quickly settled on him. He grinned at the shocked expression. “Tommy?” It was whispered, being considerate of his size, and his grin only grew larger. “Hey, big man.” “What are you doing? Uh, not that I don’t appreciate the company, but..” Tommy shrugged. “I mean, hanging out with you at your human size is cool and all, but that’s not really.. ‘you’, y’know? Besides, you promised me guitar lessons today and you can’t very well do that at this height.” Wilbur gave a soft frown. “Right, I forgot about that. Sorry, Toms. I just didn’t want to go without shifting for too long and have to stay giant for a couple days.” “So it’ll just be a couple hours then? That’s what Techno had said.” The giant gave a subtle nod.

“So maybe we can still do this guitar lesson after all.” “Maybe.” He agreed. A somewhat awkward silence filled the space between them, and Tommy just had to break it. “Well now what?” “Hm?” “I’m not gonna just leave. What do we do now?” Wilbur’s eyes lit up with an idea, but it just as quickly vanished under a wave of anxiety. Still, he got the question out.

“Can I..?” He hesitated, hands twitching where he had them crossed. Tommy didn’t miss the small movement. “What? Pick me up?” The teen had a feeling it was gonna be brought up. It would give him something to do, anyway. Though it was still kind of nerve wracking, he knew if he changed his mind Wilbur would listen. “Well, I figured maybe first we could get you accustomed to me just.. touching you, at this size.” He nodded, trying not to tense as the giant fingers slowly came to him. Right as they were close enough to cup him in his hand, Wilbur spoke again.

“It’s okay to be scared. A lot of people are.” “Was Phil?” Wilbur nodded. “Especially with his wings. He’s not the only one, though. I worry a lot about his wings, I don’t want to risk accidentally hurting them.” “Well big man, I have great news for you. I don’t have wings.” And with that, he forced himself to drop into Wilbur’s hands, startling the poor brunette.

It was warm, and Tommy caught on to how quickly his fingers curled to keep him from falling. He pushed himself up so he was sitting up, laughing at the shell-shocked look the giant still held. With a blink, it was gone. “You’re too reckless for your own good.” “No such thing. My middle name’s danger.” He proudly stated, puffing out his chest. His brother raised an eyebrow at the statement.

“Is it really?” “Tommy Danger Kraken Innit.” “Minecraft?” Wilbur added softly. Right, he’d forgotten they were still in the fostering period. Phil had already essentially adopted him, but he wasn’t used to using any last names because of how often he bounced from house to house. It surprisingly lifted a weight from his chest and shoulders to confirm it. “Yea. Tommy Danger Kraken Innit Minecraft.”

Wilbur grinned at the confirmation, unable to stop himself from pulling the younger forward and pressing his nose against him in a makeshift hug. Tommy startled at first, but quickly caught on to what it was and returned the hug as best as he could.

For a moment, there was peaceful silence as they did their makeshift hug. “Boys!” A loud voice rang out from the lip of the cave, startling both of them out of their peace. Both Tommy and Wilbur flinched, and for a moment the jostling made the blonde lose all sense of direction. Gathering his bearings was even harder, he didn’t know what happened but whatever Wilbur had done to him, it was wet and dark. Blinking rapidly, his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness around him, and as he finally came to his senses his veins began to fill with ice.

Surely not. Surely the sounds around him were not his brother’s breathing, surely he wasn’t currently laying in his mouth. Surely not.

Surely he wouldn’t have waited this long to trick him… right?

Scrambling to his hands and knees, he tried to figure out where exactly he was, so he could find his way back to the front, because surely this is a mistake, this wasn’t intentional, any second now Wilbur’s gonna realize and-

His hand met an abrupt drop, and with how slick his arm had gotten, the rest it followed. He didn’t even get a chance to yelp in surprise before he was suddenly grabbed and yanked down by what he hadn’t realized was his brother’s throat.

After that, there was no denying where he was. Not as the muscles around him rhythmically pushed him further down, not as he felt more than heard a loud thumping come beside him as he descended, and especially not when he was abruptly shoved into a small chamber, just as dark and wet and warm as the mouth he’d been in prior.

If not worse because of acids, he was surprised as the bitter thought crossed his mind, amazed his mind could even be making quips like that in the face of- He launched himself upwards, almost slipping again but finding a wall to brace on. And then he started punching it with all he had. “Wilbur!!” Maybe this was still a mistake, maybe Wilbur just didn’t realize he was in here? But as he kept pounding on the fleshy walls around him, his heart sank with the dreaded realization. He recieved no answer.

~~~

It only took a second for Phil to realize what had happened, with how quickly Wilbur’s pupils had dilated and how hunched over he had become after his initial jump. He could tell the brunette’s breathing had picked up significantly, and he realized that he’d caused it. Hesitantly, he stepped forward, immediately catching Wilbur’s eye, even if his attention wasn’t on the avian.

“I didn’t mean… Techno told me you’d never told him, I just-“

The giant whimpered, arms tightening around his middle. Words were failing him, especially as he felt another hit against his pouch. Why hadn’t they told him before? He had to let him out, the youngling was scared. Everyone was scared.

No, not safe. Danger, not safe. Another sob escaped him, unable to break out of his instinctual mind.

That small, heartbreaking sound was all Phil needed to hear. Wilbur wouldn’t be able to let Tommy out, he was too far gone. Stepping closer, he tried to form a plan. He had to find a way to get through to them both, but how..?

Instincts. That’s it.

Wilbur believed there was danger around. That had to be why he couldn’t let Tommy out despite how much he knew the brunette would. If he let Wilbur store him as well, then he could talk to Tommy, and at the same time make Wilbur feel better as none of his ‘pack’ would be out where the nonexistent danger was.

Mind set, he pulled his wings as close to his back as he could and stepped up to his largest son. “Wilbur.” He called out, catching the other’s attention immediately. Only one arm uncurled from his abdomen to reach for him, and he forced himself to stay steady as the fingers curled around him. Just as quickly, he was dropped into the maw of his son, and closed his eyes to try and stifle the nerves. He’d done this many times before, but this situation alone had him on edge. Wilbur could sense it, he thought, because he was barely licked before he was pushed back and swallowed.

It did not take long to find the younger once he’d slipped into the pouch, despite the darkness. He was curled up against the wall, knees to chest and trying to stifle his sobs. “Oh, Tommy..” Phil spoke softly, clambering towards him to pull him into a hug. The blonde flinched away at first, but quickly turned and returned the embrace, his cries growing louder. “Why? Why would he-“ “Hey, Tommy it’s okay. I know this looks really bad, but I promise we’re gonna be okay.” It was just like his foster father, trying to comfort him in the face of doom. He’d appreciate it a little more compared to the fosters he’d had in the past if.. y’know, he wasn’t starting death in the face.

“No we’re not.” His grip only tightened on the other’s shirt, trying to be mindful of where his wings were. Phil didn’t seem to care, just gently rubbing his back. “Giants have different biology to us, Tom. This is normal for them.” “I don’t want to die.” His voice cracked. “We’re not. We’re not in his actual stomach. It’s a pouch.”

A.. what?

He must have said it aloud, because he felt Phil nod in their hug. “It’s like a storage pouch. Or a brooding pouch. It’s something inside of him that’s specifically made to hold things, or people in our case. We’re okay, he’s not gonna hurt us.” Something flared inside the younger, and he scowled, pulling away to glare at the other. “But why won’t he say something? Or tell us that we’re okay? Why won’t he let us out?” Phil patted his shoulder, sadness evident in his movements and voice.

“He.. can’t, Tommy. It’s part of his instincts, he’s too far in them right now.” “What kind of instincts are these?” He mumbled tearfully into his soaked knees. “To just eat people you care about-“ “I know it’s strange, and.. really difficult to learn about. Trust me, it wasn’t easy for me or Techno either.” He shook his head. “We should have told you before. I’m sorry that we didn’t make sure you knew.”

The organ around them shuddered, and it was only then that Tommy started to hear what was happening around them.

Crying. Wilbur was crying. Not full blown sobs like Tommy had been, but there was no other explanation to his shaky breaths, or the small whimpers still leaving his mouth. “… Is.. that-“ “He really didn’t want to scare you, Tom.” Phil sighed. “That was the last thing he ever wanted to do.” The blonde nodded, taking in the information.

So his brother had instincts that caused him to.. to eat his loved ones. Not out of malice, but as like a caring thing. There were other animals that did that, like a.. a kangaroo.

Yea, Wilbur was just kinda like a kangaroo, except his holding pouch was inside. And he had to.. eat people to get them there.

Wilbur didn’t want to scare him, let alone hurt him. And because of Wilbur’s fear of doing so, he was now trapped in an instinctual loop that claimed it wasn’t safe for them to be released.. right?

Tommy repeated his thought process to Phil, who agreed completely, despite his laugh at the kangaroo analogy. “So.. we’re gonna be here a while.” “Until he calms down, yea. Dunno how long that’ll take but I imagine since we’re calm, it’ll help him calm down a little faster.”

“Can we help him?” Before getting an answer, he pressed a hand against the closest wall to him. “Wilbur?” He shouted, but with no response. “He’s still pretty deep in his instincts.” Phil frowned. “I should have been more mindful when I came to find you guys, but I was worried he’d do this to you without explaining it.” Tommy sighed. “We were talking when you came in. This hadn’t even come up, but I also just didn’t think this would happen, y’know?” “Yea.” Phil replied. “I’d thought you’d already known about this. Techno told me after you had left that you didn’t.”

“Yea.” Tommy felt guilt weighing down his heart. Yea, it was a scary circumstance, but he should have had more faith in his brother. He should have known after all this time Wilbur wasn’t going to hurt him. If he wanted to just hurt him, why would he have even gone through the trouble to save him from the river, or try to get him adopted into a family that actually cared for him?

He sighed, not wanting to dwell on it lest he begin crying again. That probably wouldn’t help his brother come down from instincts if he thought someone was hurt. Instead, he turned to his father to find a new source of entertainment.

“What do you even do in here? It’s boring.” Phil snorted. “What do you expect, a tv?” With a pout, Tommy crossed his arms against his chest. “Next time I’ll bring a handheld, like a switch.” “You’ll have to find a way to keep it waterproof, I’m not spending like four hundred dollars for you to ruin it.” “What else is there to do then? Its boring!” This time, Phil chuckled. “Usually Wilbur’s not in an instinctual haze when he stores us. We usually talk, or he’ll play music for whoever he’s got. Other than that, you can sleep.” “Boring. Can’t we talk about something?” “What do you want to talk about?” “Something. Anything. As long is it doesn’t bore me.”

Tommy could tell that his dad was shaking his head at him, but the silence was broken fairly quickly. “Well, there was one time that we went camping..” It wasn’t much, but it was something for Tommy to focus on other than the sounds around them. He put his full attention into the stories his dad started telling.

He wasn’t even sure how much time had passed before their surroundings jolted, knocking both of them over. A yelp escaped the younger, scrambling back upright. “What’s-“ “He’s moving. He might be heading home before he lets us out.” Now that Tommy was paying attention, he could tell that the pouch they were in was swaying. “It’s not a long walk home.” Phil spoke, having balanced himself as well.

“Wilbur?” Tommy yelled out, but still didn’t get a response. “Wil-“ “I don’t know if he’s.. willing to talk right now. He might need some time.” “I… okay.” It didn’t sit right with the blonde, but he let it be.

The rest of the walk back was silent, the only sounds being the organs around them functioning. Tommy was happy to note that the loud heartbeat around them had slowed to a better pace than before, almost lulling to listen to. He didn’t get long to ponder that before their surroundings jumped, and suddenly he found himself being squished tightly by the walls around him.

He squirmed, uncertainty filling him at the sudden change of pace, becoming disoriented at the movement around him. Just as quickly, everything stopped, and he was met with cool air as he was dropped onto a large hand. Before he could even get his bearings from that, he was set on the ground.

Just as quickly, Phil followed, and just as Tommy had pulled himself together and turned to face his brother, he had shrunk down to his human size. Wilbur wouldn’t meet his eyes, quickly rushing up the porch and into the house before them. He almost toppled over Techno in his rush to get to his room and slam his door shut. The questioning look on the pinkette’s face lasted only as long as it took for him to see how soaked the other two were. “I’ll.. go get towels.” He said with a slight grimace, turning towards the hall.

“Is he gonna be okay?” Phil sighed, giving the younger a pat on the shoulder to try and reassure him. “I don’t know. He will be, eventually, but I don’t know how long he’ll hide from us until he’s ready to talk about what happened.”

Techno returned, holding two towels which the blondes gratefully took. “We’re gonna need a shower.” Tommy wrinkled his nose, and Phil laughed. “I know. You go on up, I’m gonna fill Techno in on what happened.”

Tommy sped up the stairs, happy to get out of the slimy clothes he was still in, and Techno watched him for a moment before turning back to the other. “How did he take it?” Phil cringed. “I caused it. They were fine, but I scared them when I went to their cave and Wilbur dropped Tommy in his mouth.” The piglin sighed. “I don’t think Wilbur would have done it without explaining it first.” “Me either.” The avian found the floor more interesting than the conversation at hand, head dipped down. “He was pretty freaked out, and it trapped Wilbur in his instincts so he couldn’t let him out.” Techno hummed, mulling over the information given to him.

“Do you think Wilbur’s gonna come out?” “I don’t know.” But Phil was shaking his head. “I'm going to tell him Tommy doesn’t hold it against him, but I don’t know how long he’s gonna hole up in his room.” The piglin thought for a moment before giving a response.

“Tommy might be able to bring him out.” “I don’t know about that, Techno. It’s too soon.” “Maybe for you, but we don’t know about Tommy. I think he would have run if he didn’t trust us. He wouldn’t have come back with you guys.” “I.. guess that’s true. But maybe he’s just waiting so he can get a hold of Puffy.” Phil shrugged, a frown marring his face. “I’ll feel awful if this makes him leave, but I understand. We should have made sure he knew.”

Techno also had a frown on his face. Despite how much more he’d interacted with Wilbur, he’d grown to like the little spitfire being around. He’d miss him if he decided to leave. “Well, I guess we have to wait and see.” “Yea..” The avian sighed, then grimaced as his wings flicked behind him, reminding him of the slime coating him. “I’m gonna go take a shower.” And then he left, leaving Techno to his thoughts.

The pinkette went to the kitchen, picking up a kettle and filling it with water before setting it on the stove. He’d try to talk to Tommy, but first, some tea might help settle everyone’s nerves.

~ ~ ~

After his shower, Tommy didn’t go to his room. Maybe he should have, to try and think about what all just happened, but he just couldn’t do it. Not if his brother was holing up in his room, afraid he’d ruined their relationship because of a miscommunication. Granted, a terrifying miscommunication, but neither of them were at fault.

He knocked on the door, not surprised to not get an answer. Instead, he opened the door, softer than he’d ever done before. Wilbur was curled up on his bed, completely cocooned in blankets. Tommy couldn’t tell if he was facing the wall or to his desk. The door closed with a near inaudible click.

“Wilbur?” The form on the bed jumped slightly, but gave no response. “Wilbur.” That was the only thing Tommy needed to see to steel his resolve, walking over to the bed and sitting on it beside the other. He wasn’t leaving until his brother felt better.

“Willlll.” He drew out the name, pouting when he still received no answer. Well, this calls for drastic measures. He flopped back on top of the other, feeling the weight jump and shift under him as he tried to gently push the other up. “You’re not getting rid of me that easy.” He quipped. “Not until you come out from the blankets and talk to me.”

“Mm-mm.” “Wilbur.” He turned so that he could face the other’s blanketed head. “I’m not gonna just let you mope about. Come out and talk to me.” A minute went by with no response, and he sighed, before an idea struck him. Maybe if they got the hard part out of the way while he was covered, it would be easier to get back to normal.

“Y’know, that whole thing was scary.” He admitted, out in the open. “I.. uh, really thought you were trying to kill me. I had no idea about the whole pouch thing. But Phil told me a little bit about it, and now I know, somewhat. You’re like a kangaroo, but your pouch is inside your body. It’s still fucking weird, but that’s cause I’m not a giant like you are.”

He heard the covers shift, and turned to find a brown eye looking at him anxiously. He only turned away slightly to give the other more time to come out on his own and continued. “I know now you didn’t mean to scare me. Hell, I don’t think you even meant to do it to begin with. Can’t really hold that against you, especially not with you already beating yourself up about it.”

The blanket came down only slightly, enough that the brunette’s curls were on display. “I’m not-“ it was quiet, but the fact that he was speaking at all was progress. The blonde was quick to cut him off, though.

“Yes you are. You’re moping in your room alone. You haven’t spoken to anyone since we got back. You’re not even playing your guitar or doing anything to distract yourself! You’re just laying here, moping because you think you scared me off. Which you didn’t, cause I’m here now, aren’t I?” “I.. yea. You are.” Wilbur agreed, sounding more calm than before.

“Yea. And I don’t plan on going anywhere, big man. So why don’t you come out and we can talk about whatever that pouch thing is?” The brunette hesitated, but then he nodded, and Tommy scooted over to let him sit up, the blanket falling down past his shoulders. Tommy gave him a smile, and Wilbur returned it, although shakily.

“So…” the teen decided that he’d lead the conversation. “From what I’ve gathered, it’s like a kangaroo pouch, like where they keep their babies, but your pouch is in you instead. Is that what it is?” Wilbur opened his mouth, but then hesitated, closing it as a thoughtful look came to his face. Finally, he responded. “It.. kind of is, but it didn’t start out that way. It’s more like a storage place for winter, that way we can keep extra food close for when it gets scarce. But then it evolved so that we could protect younger giants from threats, since they’re not prepared to handle the world at that age, and- well, since you and Phil and Techno aren’t giants like I am, but you’re still my family, my instincts just kinda.. adopted everyone. But it’s completely safe, I would never put any of you all in danger.” “I know.” Tommy spoke up immediately. “If you were going to, you wouldn’t have saved me the first time we met. You wouldn’t have begged for me to be fostered by your family.” He looked down. “I’m sorry I didn't trust you more.”

“No, Tommy, you have nothing to be sorry for. If anything, I’m the only one who should be apologizing. I’m really sorry, you shouldn’t have had to deal with any of that. We should have made sure you knew about this when you came to us. I should have told you when we met the second time.” Hesitantly, the brunette reached out. A silent question. Just as silently, Tommy reached over and wrapped the other in a hug.

They remained there for a good moment or two, Wilbur’s hands shaky as they clung to his shirt.

“Thank you, for giving me another chance.” Wilbur spoke into his hair. “You gave me one, didn’t you? Just returning the favor.”

When Phil went to check on Tommy, and didn’t find him in his room, he tried not to panic. He and Techno began checking around the house, and Phil hesitated at Wilbur’s doorknob. He didn’t want to have to tell the distressed man that Tommy had vanished. Carefully opening the door, all of the residual fear left Phil’s body, flooding him with relief instead. He quietly closed the door behind him, leaving the both of them curled up on the brunette’s bed.

That alone was enough for him to know they’d all be okay. All that was left to do was wait for Techno to tell him he told him so.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt vore #seesaw fic

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