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munchkin1156 · 9 months

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I have fallen (but have faith, for I shall rise once more)

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Borrower Techno with rest of sbi as god's? More likely than you think :D

2.2k words for part one, definitely going to make a part two because I'm not about to LEAVE y'all on a cliffhanger like that.

(Cw: Blood, injuries, mention of death (non happens) swearing, angst, accidental fearplay and Techno passes out due to blood loss.)

Hope you enjoy my (technically) first addition to the mcyt g/t community from my user!

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Technoblade wasn’t like other borrowers.

Other borrowers didn’t have voices in their heads, who screamed at him for blood, grew emotionally attached to the most random things, or know things that helped him evade capture multiple times.

Other borrowers didn’t have memories that never existed, searing into his brain at moments when he loses themselves, of friendships with beings of power, of him being a being of power, of falling from the clouds for a crime he did not do.

When his sword is stained red from those who wronged him, then in his head it rings. When the voices, or as he called them, Chat, started chanting. It never made sense, what they chanted.

Blood for the blood god

And it scared him, not knowing what it meant. But he couldn’t dwell on it now, just like he couldn’t dwell on it yesterday. He was a borrower, and that meant he needed to borrow.

Techno stepped outside of the comfort that was the shelter that he had been using for the past week. Being a wandering borrower, he didn’t have a home, exactly. He wandered from place to place, travelling lightly and swiftly, being able to escape at a moment's notice.

He had bases in some places, so he could restock and rest for a bit, but he was exploring a new area and that came with the consequence of not knowing where safety lay, so if a bean were to see him, he might not be able to get out of there fast enough.

But it wouldn’t come to that. Techno was an amazing borrower, and his motto was literally ‘Technoblade never dies’. He started walking through the long grass, humming to himself. He wouldn’t get caught, he was certain of it.

So why did he feel so uneasy?

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“Hey- Hey! Stop it!” He whispered, whipping his sword out as an act of defence. The crow squawked defiantly but didn’t stop trying to pick him up with its beak.

Techno groaned. Crows were always nice to him, and they were one of the few things that gave him those memories other than blood.

Memories of black wings surrounding him, feeling safety and warmth, and when he looked into those eyes-

Other things that did this were music, especially guitars or discs, the colour red, and that one statue. It had been in some rich fucker’s garden, and from what he had overheard the people in it were gods, whatever that was.

Their names, according to the beans he had been eavesdropping on, were Philza, Angel of Death, a golden blonde man with large black crow wings, a fatherly expression on his face as he stared at Soot, the god of music and chaos, a brunette who was laughing and ruffling the hair of Innit, god of discs and the wilderness.

And, standing a little bit away from the others, was a statue with its head gone. According to one of the beans, it was because they had been banished from the kingdom above, for a crime so terrible, and therefore been erased from history.

He also heard them say that it turned out to be an accident, that DreamXD, had framed him. But by that time it was discovered, it was too late, and he had been cast down, though it is said those three gods still search for him, in the hopes that they could bring him back.

They said his name was Blade, the god of war and blood. And that’s how he got his name.

Technoblade.

And, another funny thing is, no matter how hard he sees those gods as Philza, Soot, and Innit, like the man described, some hidden part of his mind changes that to Phil, Wilbur, and Tommy. But that was beside the point.

The point was, that no matter how nice the crows were to him, they kept trying to take him somewhere.

Usually, they’d stop if he complained or shouted, or drew his sword (never intending to kill, just to scare them off) and they’d stop. But this one was even more persistent, and Techno realised now that he’d either have to fight it (something he would like to avoid if possible, he liked crows and they sometimes brought him gifts) or run.

He chose the latter, dashing to the side the moment the crow grabbed him. It squawked in outrage and Techno realised that it couldn’t chase after him on foot, with its legs like sticks. Birds were meant to fly, not walk.

‘Looks like I win this time, eh?’

He thinks, grinning to himself. The crow that he escaped from cawed loudly, and he only had a split second to wonder what that could mean before another crow SWOOPS down out of nowhere and yoinks (he’s not even sure what that word means but it seems about right for this situation) him up in its claws.

He had jinxed it. Techno didn’t believe in superstition, but he was certain that was what had happened.

The pinkette struggled in the crow's grasp, desperate to get free before it took him to… Well, wherever it was taking him. But it was no use. He wondered why it was so determined to bring him wherever it was going. Techno supposed he’d find out, soon enough.

Eventually, after a few minutes of flying, the borrower noticed something very, very strange. The crow was taking him up. And by that, he meant really, really high up. The world below was barely visible, as they went higher and higher, through the clouds.

And once they came out of the clouds, Techno couldn’t believe his eyes.

“The kingdom above… Fucking hell it’s real…”

He muttered to himself in awe. It was made out of pristine white shining material that might’ve been made out of the clouds themselves, with magical glowing lanterns floating in the air.

Techno’s first thought was that it belonged to the ruler of this kingdom, or at least some kind of person in power, I mean it was so fine and well-kept that it had to be, right? Wrong.

On closer inspection, he realised that the people walking down below were… Normal. This was a normal town here, and these were normal civilians.

The crow flew past it though, taking Techno with it. Its wingbeats never slowed, and it showed no sign of tiredness. This was no ordinary crow, he was sure of it.

And this was no ordinary place. Chat had stopped talking altogether, and his mind felt as if it was his own, at last. It was as if someone wanted him to be peaceful, but that was silly since he was literally getting kidnapped by a bird.

What a great day Techno was having, right?

Aaaaand now the crow was flying down, towards three people that looked awfully familiar, but he just couldn’t put his finger on it and then-

Oh fuck that’s Philza, Soot and Innit. He’d recognize them anywhere, after the incident with the statue. Oh, he’s fucked. He’s going to die, oh stars he needs to get out of this mess-

‘But aren’t the gods his family?’

He brushed that thought off with a shudder. Why on earth did he keep thinking stuff like that!? It didn’t make any sense, and you better believe that he was gonna get to the bottom of this.

Not today though. He was about to get caught by some of the most powerful beings in the entire universe, and he’d actually rather not. He valued his life, after all. So he did what any self-respecting borrower would do and fucking stab the bird.

Techno hadn’t particularly wanted to stab the crow. As he might’ve mentioned before, he liked crows. There just hadn’t been another choice.

And it had worked.

The crow dropped him with a screech, alerting the three gods immediately. Their gazes fell on the bleeding crow who flew over to them with a lot of effort and landed on Philza’s outstretched arm. It healed almost instantly.

But the pinkette didn’t know any of this, because he happened to be falling when that situation had played out. And when Techno hit the ground, he felt his body scream out in pain and his head ring in agony.

The world around him felt loud and blurry. His head seemed to be sticky with what he could only assume was blood. He forced himself to stand, he needed to get out of here, needed to be safe-

Chat was back now, just as incoherent and jumbled as his thoughts, and from what he managed to make out, delusional. They kept saying something about… Dadza? Who the hell was- Oh. Wait what!?

So Chat was no help.

Techno winced. He couldn’t think, everything was just so loud and it hurt so damn much and he couldn’t understand and oh fuck did one of the Gods? beans just spot him and oh no they’re all walking towards him now.

The borrower’s eyes widen, and he couldn’t help but shrink back as the three gods towered over him, eyeing him over with such a strange expression of hope and longing that made Techno wonder if he actually was delusional.

The silence was broken when one of the gods, Innit, spoke up, voice breaking slightly and eyes glazed, as if holding back tears.

“Holy shit… Is it him? Like, really him?”

Philza responded, managing to sound calm and yet so desperate that it made Techno’s cold heart shatter, though he was not sure why.

“I don’t know Tommy (wait WHAT-), why don’t we ask him instead of talking over his head?” The angel of death suggested, and now they were all staring at him again, possibly even more intensely than before.

“So,” Philza said curiously. “Who are you, why did you stab my crow and why did it try to bring you here?”

There was no malice in his voice, it was just confusion and subtle amusement, but that just made Techno’s nerves worse. The only reason he could think of that would involve the god being amused about his half-dead state was-

Oh fuck, were they going to torture him?

“I’m Technoblade,” He said, after a few moments of hesitation. The pinkette ignored the sharp gasp of air from above, acting like he didn’t hear it, because he did not want to think of why the god might be shocked, and instead continued.

“I stabbed your crow because I was about to get seen (and look how that ended up) and I have no clue why it brought me here.” Techno knew it was not a smart idea to lie to a god, and he was anything but stupid. His injuries throbbed painfully, but the gods either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

Techno wasn’t about to guess which one…

After a very long while (in which Techno was trying his absolute hardest not to die on the spot) Soot spoke up. “So that’s a- a yes, then? It’s him?” He asked, voice cracking slightly. “Yes, Wilbur, (WHAT THE FUCK) It’s really him.”

The borrower didn’t have time to question what in the world he meant by that, because at that moment Philza reached down, and Techno realised what was about to happen a second too late.

He scrambled backwards as the hand came towards him, absolutely terrified out of his wits, but the god paid no mind to that, plucking him off the ground by his waist easily.

Techno struggled in his grasp but fell limp almost immediately. There was no way he was escaping from Philza, even though he wanted to, and besides, it just made his injuries worse. The tight grip the god had him in didn’t help either.

“What do you want from me!?”

He shouted, glaring at the gods, though it quickly fell as he remembered how easily they could crush him. Soot made a small noise (pity?) but he ignored it. “You- you really don’t remember us?” Asked Innit, with a look of despair on his face.

‘Remember you? I’ve never seen you before in my life!’

Not in this one you haven’t.

Responded one of the voices, before it faded back into the clutter of noise. “Chat?” Philza asked, and Techno almost responded with ‘Yeah, it’s making no sense…’ when he remembered that he never told them about Chat.

Something clicked behind Soot’s eyes, and he spoke up. “So you really don’t know who we are… Right?” Techno nodded. Where exactly was (Wilbur) Soot going with this? “So that means…” “Means what? I’m not about to sit around all day waiting while you give me half-formed answers,” the borrower responded, with more challenge in his tone than was wise.

It’s not like you could stop them from doing that…

Said another one of those loud voices unhelpfully. ‘Thanks a lot…’ He thought to himself irritatedly and stared at Soot expectantly, which was harder than it seemed because his eyes kept unfocusing, and the corners of his vision were blurry and stained red. ‘Blood?’

“Listen, Technoblade, I don’t know what species you think you are, but…” He hesitated again, before continuing.

“You're a god, and our brother, at that.” Soot paused, and then started saying something more. “I’m so glad we finally found you, we’ve-”

But Techno didn’t get to hear what they’d done, the blood loss had finally caught up to him, and he passed out, darkness now surrounding him as he finally drifted into a dreamless sleep.

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Aaaaaand that's it, folks! Great ending we got there, right? Hope you liked it :] Big thanks to Beckyu for helping me choose how to end it, and start next chapter.

That reminds me...

@i-am-beckyu and @brick-a-doodle-do, thank you for wanting to be tagged! If you want to be tagged, comment, ask or dm me and I'll add you! :D

Bye for now!!!

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ana-lmao · 2 months

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Couldn't upload Coded Shift (Chapter I) normally for some reason

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skullsnbruises · 10 months

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Happy Father’s Day (specifically to the fatherless) may I present you with the only father I know

#g!philza #t!wilbur #mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #sunnys art #posts by sunny

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zero-to-zero-to-zero-again · 11 months

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Intergalactic Abductees: Tubbo (3)

Tubbo (1) Tubbo (2) Tommy (1) Tommy (2)

(You can read Tommy or Tubbo in either order)

Word Count: 1,341

TW's: Unintentional Fearplay, Violence, Injury, Mentions of Abduction, Mentions Of Past Abuse, Fear of Death, Syringes and Drugging

Characters: C!Ranboo, C!Tubbo, C!Philza, C!Tommy (Mentioned)

Summary: Tubbo was certain he was a goner. But he's alive. Unfortunately, his living status is put in jeopardy.

Agonizing pain shot through Tubbo's side like someone taking a drill bit to his ribs. He cringed and made a move to stand only to feel a warm pressure lightly pinning his to the frigid surface beneath him. Someone cooed words of nonsense from far away until sleep claimed him once more.

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The first thing Tubbo saw when he opened his eyes was a needle larger than his whole person. He sucked in a sharp breath. Adrenaline puppeteered his body, sending him rocketing backwards. He leapt to his feet, doing his best to ignore the sharp pains in his body begging him to do otherwise.

The alien in possession of the syringe muttered something that-to no one's surprise-Tubbo didn't understand. He cried out pitifully as they made a swipe for him, their fingers snagging on nothing but air.

His legs moved faster than his mind, carrying him far away in the other direction. He clambered up cabinet drawer handles mounted on the wall like rungs of a ladder. His every muscle screamed in agony but he didn't stop until he was at the very top of the chest of drawers.

The alien stared at me from a helpless distance below. His golden wings twitched behind him, face scrunched up in an unreadable expression. Tubbo struggled to catch his breath, raking his fingers through his hair in an attempt to shake some clarity into his mind.

Where was he? Who was this? His brain was jumbled beyond repair.

They were trying to kill him. He knew they were trying to kill him. He detested needles at the best of times. This whole situation was something straight out of a nightmare.

He sniffled, trying to catch tears before they fell yet failing miserably. The alien's shoulders slumped. Blonde eyebrows furrowed in what almost looked like concern. No. Tubbo was certain he was just disappointed at finding out his little test subject was evading him.

"Ranboo!" the winged alien called over his shoulder.

Ranboo?

He appeared in a blink. The lanky, dual-colored being had to duck just to fit through the doorway. His eyes scanned the room a moment before landing on Tubbo. Panic overtook his slender face. He looked different. Fluffier. Cleaner. Completely free of the navy blue splatters that once decorated his fur.

Ranboo said something to the winged creature who held the syringe a little higher as he replied. Tubbo pressed himself flatter against the cream colored wall at the very sight of the thing. The needle was placed back onto the table immediately. The winged alien held his empty hands up placatingly.

Ranboo's tail swished uneasily on the floor behind him.

"Tubbo," he whined, holding his hands up towards the little human.

On any other day, Tubbo would've run to him. But not that day. All he could think about was being grabbed. Stuck with another syringe. Drugged for weeks at a time and waking up in strange place with a giant alien sitting in the corner with fangs and talons and antlers. He shook his head as he collapsed down onto the top of the cabinet, hugging his knees close to his chest.

Tubbo screwed his eyes shut tight. Why was he trying to kill him? He'd been duped. Stupid enough to believe that they were friends. No. What they had was the product of a temporary, symbiotic relationship. He'd been there to keep Ranboo sane. Now that he was free he had no use for Tubbo. That didn't make much sense but neither did waking up to a needle in his face.

He only opened his eyes at the sound of movement to find the blonde alien was gone. Ranboo was perched on the table Tubbo had just been laying on. His solemn gaze was locked on the small human. His were clapsed together in his lap as he murmured those soft words Tubbo couldn't even begin to comprehend.

He canted his head curiously. Tubbo let out a shaky sigh.

"The...the needle. It's like the ones they have," he stuttered. He pressed his index fingers to either side of his head to mimic horns before pointing at the abandoned syringe on the table.

Ranboo cast a glance over his shoulder before vehemently shaking his head.

"Good," he tried. He pointed at the needle. "Good."

"Bad," Tubbo replied simply.

Ranboo shook his head again. And then they were playing charades again. Outside the occasional "yes", "no", "sorry", "thank you", that's the only way they ever seemed to communicate. The gestures he was throwing out were wild.

Sleeping?

Thinking?

Talking?

Hearing?

Tubbo couldn't blame him. They probably didn't have good mimes in space for him to take after. Or maybe he was brilliant at charades and Tubbo's foggy mind simply could piece together the alien's intent.

"I don't have time to die right now, Ranboo!" he exclaimed in frustration. He sliced a thumb through the air in front of his throat for emphasis. "I have to find Tommy!"

Ranboo shook his head for the umpteenth time.

"No, no, no," he insisted. His hands were pressed together in a prayer position beside his head. Sleep? Oh, great. It wasn't poison. It was just another sedative. He'd said that like it was meant to make Tubbo feel any more at ease.

Tubbo slowly pushed himself up onto his feet with every intention of chewing out the giant alien further. He stepped to the edge of the drawers. A sudden burst of pain shot through his ribs. He let out a strangled grunt, doubling over in pain.

Straight off the edge.

His stomach dropped into his feet as he plummeted. A million thoughts ran through his head. Of Earth, of home, of Tommy. None of them lingering for more than a millisecond. He braced himself for the impact of his body splattering against the tile floor below.

But none ever came.

Instead, he landed on a soft, warm surface. He shook off the dizziness to the best of his abilities, vision slowly focusing on the heterochromatic alien towering over him.

Oh.

He cowered away from the creature. Any attempts to escape was blocked by the fingers curled around him ever so slightly. So many times, he'd found himself cradled in the same manner. He'd been nervous every now and again but there was never a moment where he was as terrified as he was right then.

There was nothing stopping Ranboo's fingers from seizing him, holding him down, and sticking him with that needle. He was raised high. Towards the creature's face. Towards the creature's mouth. He clenched every muscle so hard that he could feel them all cramping in knots.

He didn't know what he was expecting. Teeth, probably. That matching set of fangs mounted to his jaws he'd seen time and time again between grins and ravenously consumed meals. If not the teeth grinding him to mush then at least he expected the claws to skewer him.

Nothing happened.

Well, something did. It felt like sitting in one of those five dollar massage chairs in the mall. Vibrations wracked through his entire body. Ranboo's face was nuzzled softly against his chest. Tubbo couldn't help the soft chuckle that escaped his lips. The sensation was so oddly familiar at that point. Ranboo purred like a giant cat, pupils dilated to full circles as opposed to their resting slitted shape.

Right. This was Ranboo. He'd saved Tubbo's bacon more times than he could count. This was his friend. His friend wouldn't hurt him. He felt a little silly knowing that it took a twenty foot fall to remind him of that. Ranboo shifted the tiny creature around his grip, swiping a stray tear from the boy's cheek.

There was a faint sizzle of water against his thumb. He either didn't notice or didn't care. Tubbo wiped the remaining salty trails onto his sleeve. Ranboo said something that Tubbo didn't need to understand to comprehend.

"Alright, big man," he mumbled sheepishly, pressing a careful hand to the great creature's nose. "I love ya too."

#mcyt g/t #mcyt #g/t #giant/tiny #g!ranboo #t!tubbo #g!philza #winged!philza #g/t fluff #g/t writing #unintentional fearplay #hurt/comfort #g/t angst but just a little #intergalactic abductees au

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corysmiles · 1 year

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The Talk

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Cw: severe burns, mentions of gore

Notes: I’m back and ready to write more than ever so first things first t!techno in the little streamer au angst >:)

Also for context in the ls au tiny cities only really exist in America and since it wouldn’t be safe to have them out in the open they’re typically inside of other human buildings. The city Techno lives in is in the walls of the lobby of a human hotel :)

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Techno’s fingers thrummed nervously against his thigh. The soft light from his computer lit up the room behind him, and one last time he glanced behind him to make sure nothing was too obviously nonhuman. His furniture was all rather nice, for a tiny at least- one of the few perks of living in one of the only tiny cities.

His leg still shaking in his chair, he checked his picture in the empty zoom call again. He looked normal. It was almost weird how much he could pass for a human. It didn’t feel right. Of course it was all on purpose, but it didn’t make it any stranger seeing himself that way.

Techno sighed and brushed his hair back out of his face, revealing more of the burn covering his left side. On the pixelated screen it looked even worse than it did in real life; every bump and divet in his skin looked grossly exaggerated. And if he concentrated on it hard enough he could almost feel the ghosts of giant fingers and fire crushing his chest.

‘Phil’s going to think you’re disgusting’, his mind supplied.

He tried to shake the thought but his grotesquely burnt image made his mouth feel dry. He wasn’t easy on the eyes for sure, and even if he did trust Phil he couldn’t help how his heart tensed at the thought of seeing the human.

What was he supposed to do if Phil decided he didn’t want to be with him anymore, it would be so easy for him to-

Just as his thoughts started to spiral to the worst his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out quickly, his shaky hands almost dropping it.

Phil- ‘Link please :)’

Techno’s breath caught in his throat and for a second he considered backing down. They didn’t have to have this talk yet. But he knew it wouldn’t get easier, and if Phil was going to come visit he had to know…however much Techno was okay with him never finding out.

Techno quickly typed out a reply sending his friend the zoom link before shutting off his camera once again. He’d lied to Phil before, saying his camera was broken so he never had to be seen, and while he knew eventually he’d have to turn it on he wanted to have a bit of peace.

It was only a few seconds before the zoom call dinged as another box appeared on the screen. The sound of Phil grumbling about it not working calmed him down. It was just his friend, he could do this.

“Hey Phil,” Techno laughed trying to sound as normal as possible.

Phil grumbled again before his picture appeared large on his screen, “I fucking hate this camera it never works mate. I understand the pain of yours now- still not working Huh?”

“Uh yeah,” Techno’s mouth dried, “Actually I wanted to talk to you. About you coming to visit-”

“Oh yeah of course mate what about it?” Phil smiled before babbling on excitedly, “Ah I meant to tell you- Kristen and I found an AirBnB that has stuff for tinies which is pretty cool so she won’t need my help or anything. And I think on one of the days we’re going to have dinner with her family. It’s gonna be fun. And I was thinking we could all go somewhere cool and it could be a good video or not- of course whatever you want-”

“Phil,” Techno paused, “I need to talk to you about something important about it.”

Techno studied Phil’s face carefully as it contorted on his screen. His eyebrows furrowed and his mouth hung open just a bit.

“Oh yeah of course mate,” Phil said in resignation as he sat back in his chair, “What is it?”

Techno swallowed and let his finger hover above the camera button. He felt completely frozen like a deer in headlights even though he was just talking to his friend. His head whipped around one more time to make sure nothing would give him away before his finger pressed down on the mouse. The distinct sound of its click made his blood run cold.

For a moment he refused to look up at the screen. Out of the corner of his eye he could see blurred colors where he was sure his image was now fully visible to Phil. But he couldn’t bring himself to look. Even with how much effort he put into trying to hide his burns he knew how bad they looked and he wasn’t ready to see Phil’s reaction to them.

“Oh mate,” Phil paused as if he was carefully considering his next words, “Well…your camera works now huh.”

Techno took a deep breath, letting the air settle in his lungs before lifting his eyes to meet Phil’s. Even with the screens between them he could see the pure uncertainty on Phil’s features.

“You can ask about it you know,” Techno shrugged, “I know it’s bad.”

Phil didn’t move for a few seconds almost to the point where Techno though his screen had froze before the older man let out a deep sigh. His eyes danced across the screen studying Techno for the first time ever. Techno was instantly reminded that this was the first time Phil had ever seen him, and it certainly was never a good experience when people got a good look at him. It almost made his skin crawl watching how carefully the human’s eyes picked him apart.

“Fuck mate,” Phil’s shoulders sagged, “What happened?”

This was the part Techno was scared for, the part of this dreaded conversation he had nightmares about. But he had to do it, it had to happen.

Techno breathed in and met Phil’s eyes as best as he could before prepping himself to tell the story. It’s not like he wasn’t an expert on it of course, the news ate it up for weeks after it happened. Even sitting at the hospital, or at least the closest thing tinies had to one, the tvs all replayed the story over and over.

“Do you want the uh… the full story?” Techno hummed trying not to act too perturbed.

“Yeah mate,” Phil nodded, “If you want.”

“Okay well,” Techno sighed as his arms instinctively started to rub against his burnt arm, “Um, I was sixteen, and I just wanted food after school. We had stuff at home but I wanted the fancy kind… which was a dumb decision. But the kitchen in the hotel my city was built in always had nice stuff you just had to go ask for it and I was reckless at the time- I didn’t see any issue going out into a human space.”

For a second, Techno paused watching Phil’s face carefully, but nothing changed. He was completely still aside from his breathing, and with the way his face seemed tight Techno guessed he was deep in thought.

“I left the city like I always did but there were a bunch of kids probably my age outside waiting,” Techno shuddered and let his eyes dip from Phil’s own so he didn’t have to see the man’s face, “One of them grabbed me- I’m not sure which. And another one of them had a lighter… I don’t really remember too much before I was taken to the doctor but I’m pretty sure they were drunk and just wanted to take it out on someone easy.”

Techno laughed uncomfortably to try to shake his fear but to little avail. His skin prickled as he recalled the memories of fire dancing across his skin as he struggled in the grip of giant hands.

“So yeah,” Techno exhaled shakily, “That was it. They said the kids weren’t at fault in the end and that there was no way to prove anything had happened. And that…that it was my fault if I chose to go out into the hotel.”

Techno’s eyes studied his burnt hands carefully before slowly lifting them towards his screen. Sitting there in stunned silence was Phil. His lips were drawn tight in a line and his eyebrows dipped above his eyes.

“Techno I-” he paused for almost a whole minute leaving Techno in uncomfortable silence, “I’m sorry.”

Techno stared at the screen in confusion. Out of any response this was the last he’d expected, perhaps only behind Phil being disgusted by him. He’d lied to his friend, he hadn’t told him about his real identity even after years of talking. He expected Phil to at least seem a little shocked about it.

“Are you not surprised?” Techno asked.

Phil turned his head to the side for a moment seemingly deep in thought. Through the screen Techno could just barely make out the man gnawing at his lip.

“About what,” Phil started, “That you’re a tiny?”

Techno shuddered at the word coming from his friends mouth. He wasn’t upset about what he was per-say, but it was still oddly uncomfortable to hear it put into words. Especially since the last time a human had called him that his skin had been burning.

“Well… I never told you.”

“And thats okay,” Phil said softly, “I cant say I expected it but… I’m not upset or anything mate. And it doesn’t change anything really. I’m just more… I don’t know… I’m sorry.”

“Why? I lied to you you know,” Techno scoffed.

Phil hummed thoughtfully and tapped his fingers on his desk, shaking his camera slightly, “Well-given that story I can see why you wouldn’t tell me. I’m just sorry that happened to you…I can’t imagine how much that hurt.”

Techno nodded anxiously as his brain tried to pull at the memories of the event. He couldn’t let himself slip into them though or else he’d be in tears by the end of the call.

“I just…I wanted you to know. Yaknow before you came here and found out that way,” Techno laughed uncomfortably, “And I wanted you to see what I look like because I know I’m not that nice on the eyes.”

Immediately Phil shifted closer to the screen and shook his head, “No no mate. Don’t pull that shit on me. I don’t care what you look like or what happened to you or what you are. Really.”

Techno sat stunned in his chair at the normally calm man’s outburst. He felt…odd. He couldn’t really explain the strange feelings of comfort at hearing what he’d wanted to hear for so long.

“You’re my friend Techno, and while I’m fairly upset about what those sad fucks did to you,” he grimaced, “I dont care. About any of it- that you didn’t tell me or that you’re tiny. None of it. You’re still the same person.”

Techno was shocked at the man’s words. It felt so strange being comforted by a human when the last real interaction he’d had with one had been violent. A few years ago if you’d told him he’d be not just talking to a human but friends with one he would have told you you were crazy. Especially since he hadn’t left the confines of the tiny city ever since.

“Phil,” Techno said eyes-wide, “I… Thank you.”

Phil hummed, his face still tight in barely concealed anger, “Thank you. For telling me all that, you didn’t have to.”

Techno laughed at that as he started to relax back into his chair. His nightmares of how Phil could have reacted were nothing. He still had his friend and he didn’t care.

“You deserved to know Phil.”

Phil smiled tightly and let his chin fall to his chest, “Well I don’t agree with that, still…thank you for telling me mate.”

Techno smiled back and Phil’s own lightened up. For the first time actually seeing a human and being fully aware of it he felt safe. When he was on discord calls with them sometimes it was easy to forget they weren’t also tiny, besides Tommy of course. But this was a new feeling. He was talking to a human who knew he was a tiny, who knew how much power he could have over him, and Phil was still kind.

Logically he knew none of his human friends would be weird about it since he’d seen how they interacted with Tommy, but it didn’t stop the fear in his gut from curling up; the fear that had been permanently there since the incident.

“I just want you to know also…before we meet, that it’ll be my first time since all that that I’ll actually be near a human,” Techno said slowly, “And I trust you Phil and you are my friend but… I just don’t know how I’ll react.”

“That’s okay Techno,” Phil said softly, “I’ll be careful I promise. And the house we’ll have already has tiny accommodations so that won’t be an issue… and I just want you to know if I get there and it’s too uncomfortable you don’t have to see me…”

Phil swallowed, “That would be okay.”

Techno stared in awe at his friend. He never expected this level of understanding even with how kind of a person he was. His eyes fell to his own hands before falling on Phil’s, just barely visible at the bottom of the screen. Even though they looked the same on camera he knew those hands would be easily three times his size. His friend who seemed so close now would be a giant to him in person. And while that was a frightening thought it seemed easier now that they’d talked.

“Thank you Phil,” Techno sighed, “Really. And I do want to see you when you come, I’ll get over it if I have to.”

“I know,” Phil smiled, “And I’ll help in any way I can. I don’t want you to have to be afraid of me mate. I hope you know I would never dream of hurting you.”

And for the first time since the incident Techno knew that Phil, a human who could so easily do anything he wanted to the tiny, was telling the truth.

“I know. Thank you Phil.”

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #corywrites #little streamer au #t!techno #g!philza

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mysterious-gizem · 1 month

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𝚄𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛

Warning/s: (???)

Prompt given by: @da3dm

Taglist: @gt-mcyt, @coolest-moon.

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Tommy proudly came home from his little haul, he placed his findings on the ground and inspected every item—A decent amount of clean fabric, and even a few fruits—He thanked the gods he lived on the outer part of the city, so he could forage for food on the plants.

(He misses the food humans made though-)

He sat down in content, having already eaten on his outing. He quickly fixed up his area and snuggled underneath his covers for warmth, the night was spent with eerie silence, yet nonetheless, the borrower slept comfortably that night.

As the sun rose, rays of light beamed down onto the rundown streets of the once-populated city—it was still fairly populated, just not with the living—The borrower still slept soundly in the walls of one of the apartment buildings, Tommy was not a light sleeper in any way; that's when his instincts kick in and warn him if anything happens while he's sleeping.

His eyes blinked open, as he let out a groan while rolling out of bed. The blond grabbed his satchel and his items; he was planning to go to the inner city, risky yet necessary.

The young blond began to head out of his little cavern, he peeked out of the semi-opened window, and saw vast empty streets; he hurriedly started to run across the empty streets, still hiding under objects in case of any unexpected interactions, he knew better than to expect the streets were going to be this empty along the way.

He passed by a few of those mindless creatures, luckily none seemed to pick up on his scent; which was their most highly sensitive sense. As he neared the core of the city, groans became more apparent to his ears.

Tommy could do this! He was a big man, never mind that he was trembling.

Tommy dashed across the streets, nearly getting stepped on in the process; the blond yelped as he almost tripped over a tiny pebble. As he quickly regained his stature he spotted a store not too far away, the blond grinned widely as he began to sprint towards the store. The door was slightly ajar which worked in the blond's favor.

He rushed inside and he was instantly met with rows and rows of looming shelves, albeit it was a bit messy; it seemed that there was still edible food on the shelves. He immediately started to search for crisps; one of the few human foods he had the luxury of tasting, he eventually found the aisle that kept the junk foods.

The teen was practically drooling at the sight as he spotted one of the few crisps he tasted before. The borrower; despite his small stature, was strong enough to carry the lightweight bag back to his home, he however chose to open one of them to munch on.

His taste buds practically melted as the taste brought him nostalgia, he cherished the moment as he got lost in the taste. The blond kept scarfing down the food, as the teen continued with his actions; he was completely oblivious to the door creaking open.

He was snapped out of his trance as he heard a loud grumbling groan looming over him, he was met with the grueling face of the creature; the borrower screamed in terror as he tried scrambling away falling off the shelf in the process. The creature stumbled about, chasing the borrower knocking over the shelves, chaos brewed as the blond dodged objects.

His heart pounded in his chest, the rush of adrenaline pushing him to run faster and faster. He barely grasped the fact he ran face-first at a wall, he scrambled to the sides; not realizing he backed himself into a corner.

He turned around, registering that a shelf had fallen atop the mindless creature, it hissed and growled as it slowly broke itself free. Other shelves and various items blocked his way, he wasn't in great shape to climb any of them as well, that's when it dawned on him.

Shit...

He's done for.

His eyes watched intently as it wiggled itself out of its awkward position, the blond took a shaky breath; the entity roared as it reached out an arm, the sudden act forced him to instinctively shut his eyes and prepare for the worst. His ears felt like it was about to burst; all he could hear was loud ringing.

And then nothing.

He tried grasping onto the wall behind him, but his hold faltered as he dropped to his knees. The borrower trembled as he sensed a shadow loom over his wobbly frame. Incoherent words made their way to his ears, words that boomed, so much so that it sounded cold and terrifying.

Their words blurred together until he was met with a huge hulk of a man with a terrifying boar mask. His voice returned to him as he started spewing out curses or sentences like 'get the hell away from me!' The teen was nothing short of frantic as suddenly another figure came into vision, the new person was shorter than the man with a boar mask but was still significantly taller than him.

That didn't stop him from swatting and cursing at them until the man with golden locks like him spoke in a deep yet loving tone.

"Hey mate, we're not gonna do anything, but you look pretty shaken up-" The taller was cut off by the borrower's bold mouth. "Oi just back off man, I can take care of myself!" He retorted and stubbornly flipped him off.

"We still have to take these supplies back to our base, how about you think about it?" As the teen turned back around the two men already sheathed their weapons and began grabbing items, he wanted to protest as he watched them take away mostly all the food, yet his mouth snapped shut.

Was it that bad if he decided to go with them?

He was lost in thought until the familiar voice asked again, "Hey kid we're leaving, you sure you don't wanna come with us?" He was met with silence as Tommy blankly stared up at him. The man sighed as he turned to walk away.

He came to an abrupt stop as he heard the borrower's voice, now sounding smaller and rather...weak.

"Wait..."

"I'll come with you."

#g/t #giant/tiny #gt #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #writing #dsmp g/t #giant!philza #g!philza #giant!techno #g!techno #t!tommy #tiny!tommy #request #borrower!tommy

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2-sleepy-for-this · 1 year

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Our little brother au

Babes wake up, new au just dropped

I know I’ve already got aus I haven’t even written for yet but this one must be added to the list

the main plot is that its Neapolitan bros centric. Techno and Wilbur are twins that live together in an apartment because they’re both in college. They both have normal lives, or as normal as a stressed college student can get, and other than missing their dad, Phil, who lives hours away, life is great.

until they hear the crying.

both curious, the two brothers go check it out only to find a small creature.

it had golden curls and the brightest blue eyes, but what they really noticed was it looked no older than five.

it- they seemed almost completely human, except for size and some other more animalistic features.

and…they were crying, calling out for someone but based on how rough he looked, it seemed that person wouldn’t answer.

Wilbur and techno looked at each other, techno gave a silent nod, Wilbur stepped out into their line of vision.

the creatu- the young boy took notice of him and only seemed to cry harder, backing himself into a corner and curling up.

“hey…it’s okay little guy”

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sooo, thoughts? If you have any questions about this or other aus my ask box is always open ! (´∀｀)

#mcyt g/t #giant/tiny #g/t #g/t community #giant!wilbur #g!wilbur #giant!techno #g!techno #tiny!tommy #t!tommy #child!Tommy #Mentioned philza #He’ll have a big part in the story eventually #This shall be my one mainly fluffy au #That doesn’t mean angst won’t happen of course #giant!philza #g!philza #Our little brother au

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justarandomsloth · 1 year

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FAKE FIC TITLE IVE GOTCHU

Waterfalls of Sorrows

In between Living and Lies

In Paintings so divine

To be the Glory and thine Power

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO DO THEM ALL! JUST HQVE FUN WOTH THEM ❤️❤️❤️

AYUP THANKS FOR THE AMAZING PROMPTS!!!! (They’re just so good and I hope I can do them justice!!!)

In Between Living and Lies

—Phil, Wilbur, and Techno are heroes (or villains I can’t decide) that work for their own private organization. Recently they’ve been developing a new technology that can infuse with liquid to give the user special abilities (potions).

Wilbur gets his hands on a shrinking potion and decides to test it out. He is AMAZED at just how big everything is and takes the opportunity to explore. After a bit he finds a small hole in the baseboard and he decides to explore the walls and try to find out what’s been making scratching noises for the past few weeks.

He doesn’t worry about rats because he’s confident in his powers but what he doesn’t expect to find is a trio of tiny teens.

—At first things are hostile as Wilbur is suspicious and honestly, a little freaked out by the tiny people living in his walls. He quickly warms up to them however as he gets to know them. Now in his free time he steals potions and visits the teens whenever he can.

—It all goes well for about a month until the Sbi’s shared house gets attacked. They were all preparing to attack their rivals when Wilbur suddenly remembered the teens and ran back into the house (despite the shouts from Techno and Phil)

He hates it but he has to use his powers to lure the borrowers out because he just doesn’t have time.

He hopes they will understand.

—

In Paintings So Divine

—Tommy’s hobby is painting and honestly, he’s gotten pretty good at using dollar store paints. Sure they absolutely SUCK and only come in a few colors but he’s learned to use them artfully.

One night he decided to work on something abstract so he drew a HUGE forest with a small man standing in the middle of it.

The teen was almost done but he had used up all of his yellow and blue on the man’s clothes. Begrudgingly he ran to the dollar store to pick up more paints.

—Wilbur didn’t know how he got here, or where he came from. All he knew is that he liked to play guitar and his name was Wilbur. He remembered having a brother and a father and he remembered the special bond the three of them shared. Speaking of Phil and Techno, where were they?!! He jumped off of the easel and began to pace around on the table below.

—Tommy comes back only to find that the man from his painting is missing and instead he seems to be pacing around on the table in front of him?! Also he’s only a few inches tall!?!! WHAT THE HELL!?

—

To Be the Glory and Thine Power

—Tommy doesn’t want to live this life anymore. He is a sizeshifter that had been captured at a young age by the tyrant Dream and he’s tired.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been used as the secret weapon of the king but he doesn’t want to be that way anymore.

Maybe that’s why one day when the castle is under siege he takes his opportunity and he runs. Along the way he meets Phil and the others. What he doesn’t know is that Phil is the opposing king of the neighboring country.

-He follows them back and starts to adjust to his new life. Tommy tries his best to hide his powers but one day he has no choice but to shift large to protect them.

Little does the teen know that instead of being terrified of him they are empathetic and truly care about him.

—Cue comfort as they try to make him realize that he IS more then what Dream trained him to be and that he’s like part of the family.

—

I hope these are good and that you like them!! Hopefully they’re not too similar! (sorry if these are weird, I wanted to experiment and have fun with them!)

(Also yes I hope you don’t mind but I took inspiration from your au for my last fake fic because it’s so good and I love your writing so much!!)

#mcyt g/t #g/t fake fic titles #dsmp g/t #i hope you enjoy #t!tommy #t!wilbur #t!philza #t!tubbo #t!ranboo #t!techno #g!wilbur #g!tommy #g!philza #g!techno #Sloth Q’s

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thepenguisalive7 · 1 year

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Peaceful times

(Inspired by a Malaysian Veranda, fondly known as ‘pondok’)

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ladeldee · 25 days

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Happy Anniversary to them 💖💖💖

Also shout out to Phil meeting Missa for the first time being the most replayed moment in his first vod lmaoooo

#qsmp #Pissa #qsmp Missa #qsmp Philza #This wasn't intended to be art for their anniversary but it fell on the right time :") AAAAH MIS PADREEEES #Gosh this was meant to be about me vodwatching and losing my mind over this being on Day 1 hELLOOOOO but that wouldve been back in July lma #To anyone reading the tags. Hey hey they said I love you to each other on the first day of each island. Day 1 and in Purgatory.. g od #Anyway I love them I'm so happy they're still thriving a year later and I miss them

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munchkin1156 · 7 months

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New au infodump?

Dystopian au go brr

This is going to be a dystopian (:0 shocking) sci-fi world with a borrower Tommy who has a special wristband that lets him sizeshift, a gift from a long lost friend.

The au is mainly sbi centric (because I have a very very hard time writing anything else, though believe me I will try one day), other than Tommy there will be avian hybrid Philza, piglin hybrid Technoblade, and shrunken phantom Wilbur who got shrunken due to technical issues with a device he was tinkering with (and now needs to figure out how to get back to normal size).

The sbi are all first class, first district people, which, though it does make them seem stuck up and posh, they don’t actually know about the crumbling world of the lower districts.

Tommy’s been forced to steal to survive, and while shifted into human form, accidentally loses his way and finds himself in the higher districts, where he runs into Phil.

…you can probably guess that Phil’s hybrid brain goes to ‘child-its-child-why-sad-keep-safe’

Phil offers to take Tommy to his house, wanting to help him as well as pry information out of him to try and find out why he’s so scrawny

Tommy (reluctantly) takes up the offer because free food and a chance to steal something of actual value so he can get a lot of money, two birds with one stone in a way…

Oh and I forgot to mention that the sbi is kinda famous/important…

So they go to the sbi’s house and Tommy meets Techno and Wilbur, who are also enchanted by the blond. When Tommy sees Wilbur, he loses it for a moment, thinking that he’d finally found another one of his kind, until Techno explains the situation and Tommy feels ashamed he let his instincts control him like that and almost force him to shift.

They have dinner and game night, over which they bond with Tommy a lot, and even offer him to stay for the night ‘cause it’s dark out.

Tommy says yes, knowing how dangerous it is to walk the lower districts streets at any given point, especially at night, and they set him up in his new bedroom the guest room.

In the middle of the night Tommy wakes up from a nightmare and accidentally reopens a stab wound that he got a couple night ago (I did say the lower was dangerous after all), therefore his body shifts down to borrower size in order to heal it faster.

He can’t shift back until it’s healed, and now he’s at a upper class house with people that have been nothing but kind to him, though he knows that once they see him for the pest he is they’ll kick him out.

Fuck.

. . .

That’s about what chapter one should be, though I won’t start it for a while, homework is murdering me and I used to be at a really chill school with basically none of it so….

Please please please ask me about this, I would love to answer shit about it :D

Taglist under cut: (it’s not long, tell me if you want to be added :])

@i-am-beckyu, @brick-a-doodle-do

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ana-lmao · 4 months

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The Borrower In My Walls (Chapter I)

Hehehe, Sneeg fic!

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Sneeg was a borrower that lived in many peoples walls, He was caught often or left himself because of the lack of food. However, this house was almost perfect! True there was a big family living there with a lot of guests but they left often and left out a lot of food!

There was a blonde haired tall man with 3 kids, Oh god they were chaotic, really loud as well... there was one with matching blonde hair that was the loudest and probably the youngest, there was a pink-haired one which was calmer and liked to read books and then there was a brown-haired kid who was in the middle. The blonde haired kid always had a mess in his room so it was the easiest to "Borrow" from, anything missing would be blamed on the messes he made. Sneeg does not know much about the guests that visit, he often hears the name ran-ranbo, ranboo or something and tub-o, He can't memorize them.

Phil once came home from the park and it was really late, Sneeg did not expect him to be outside, he thought he was sleeping! Faster then light Sneeg bolted into his tunnels, leaving a mess of things he was getting for the night. Phil noticed this and thought that one of the kids made a mess...again. He cleaned up and went to sleep.

Sneeg was having a mini panic attack realizing he had almost been caught, that could have been really REALLY bad, when he was sure the human went to bed he continued his heist, he saw random bags on the table and peeked inside, there was A LOT of food, Sneeg thought the bags meant it was going to be thrown out so he took out as much food as he could and went back inside his tunnels, getting ready to sleep on his hand-made bed made from wool and matches.

Next morning:

-ALRIGHT! WHO THE FUCK TOOK ALMOST ALL OF THE GROCERIES I LEFT!- Sneeg heard the adult human yell, he realized what he had done and his antennas flew upwards and his eyes widened in fear.

-Not me! -The blonde one said

-Me neither -That was the brown haired one

-I didn't-The pink-haired said in confusion

-Well somebody took the food in here and if nobody confesses I will check the camera footage!-The adult human states.

Sneeg felt his heart stop. They had cameras. They were going to see him. They were going to KILL HIM, torture him! Maybe even put him in a jar and keep him as a pet! They were going to do experiments on him! Sell him! something awful was going to happen...But...If he left...He would not have to deal with this...He packed everything he could and when the adult went up into the attic to check the cameras he started to get out, it was going to be hard considering all 3 kids were in front of the door.

Meanwhile Phil:

-Okay now to check which one of these little shits stole all the food.-Phil pulls up the camera footage and watched closely, nobody was coming down, except for a small blur on the screen that went on the table and grabbed stuff, he thought it was a mouse but after zooming in he saw a small...Creature? it was wearing blue clothing, which looked like he just stitched random blue pieces of fabric and had antennas. He also reverted the camera footage to see the same thing peeking out of a mouse hole and getting ready to escape.

Phil bolts out of the room goes downstairs to see his sons in confusion on why he was so quickly running down the stairs, were they in that much trouble? Phil quickly notices the blue Creature near a window and grabs it on instinct.

Sneeg's heart was racing and he was squirming in the adults hand, trying to bite him but failing, he was screaming- or to say screeching and could barely see through his tears but all of them were staring at him.

-LET ME GO! LET ME GO! PLEASE! I'M SORRY! I WILL LEAVE! LET ME GO! DON'T HURT ME! -Sneeg was blurting out each word.

-D-dad what the fuck is that?!-The brown haired person shouts in confusion

-I-I don't know!-The adult says while tightening his grip, which makes the creature screech more.

Phil notices an empty jar on the table and puts the thing in there, which calms him down enough to stop screaming but still makes him even more panicked.

-L-LET ME OUT! I DON'T WANT TO BE A PET! I DON'T WANT TO BE ENSLAVED! I WANNA LEAVE! PLEASE!-Sneeg kept crying out.

-Uhm...What do we do with it?-The blonde kid tunes in.

-Well, we are not keeping him, he is clearly terrified but he has certain injuries that caught my attention...Also yes he was the one stealing the food.

-Eh whatever, I'm going back to my room to read-The pink haired one spoke up and went to his room.

Sneeg rolled up in a ball and was crying, for a long time until the lid of the jar opened up and the adult dropped some food in it, he was right, he was going to be a pet.

After eating the blonde kid picks up the jar and heads to his room, Sneeg is panicking being picked up but gets used to it quickly.

-Soo, how long have you been here?-He asks, Sneeg does not answer, still scared.

The kid taps the glass on the jar to have him speak up.

-A-A few months! d-don't do that again please...-Sneeg speaks up.

-Well, I'm Tommy! What's your name little one?-Tommy introduces himself, but Sneeg stays quiet for a few minutes before quietly saying:

-Sneeg.

-Nice to meet you.

-P-Please let me out, I don't want to be a pet...Please...

-Pet? You are not a pet?- Phil said you had some injuries he wants to help out with.

-O-oh...Can you still let me out?..

-Nuh uh, you will run away!

-I won't! please! I don't wanna be in here anymore!

-Ugh fine! but if you run away You and I are going to be in so much trouble.- Tommy opens the lid and pulls Sneeg out with his hand.

-No. Running. Away-He says while placing Sneeg on his bed, he does not run, even if he really wants to, Tommy will outrun him.

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zombiifyd · 5 months

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FOREVERPLAYERG YOU CANT JUST POST A PICTURE OF YOUR CUBITO AND PHILZA'S CUBITOS AS LITTLE FIGURES AND POST THEM TO THE INSTRUMENTAL VERSION OF A THOUSAND YEARS I WILL FUCKING SOB!!??!2!1!!1!2!!!!11

#WHAT GHE FUCKMKKMM #YOU HAVE TO BE JOKING I WILL THROW UPPPP #I CANT WIHENFBF BF G #qsmp #(?)#qsmp forever #qsmp philza #philever #sugarduo #caramelduo #i will forever be ruined by this ship

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zero-to-zero-to-zero-again · 1 year

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Intergalactic Abductees: Tubbo (2)

Tubbo (1) Here Tommy (1) Here

(You can read Tommy or Tubbo in either order)

Word Count: 1,764

TW's: Unintentional Fearplay, Violence, Injury, Mentions of Abduction, Fear of Death, Syringes and Drugging, Profanity, Mentions Of Vomit (like, a sentence)

Characters: C!Ranboo, C!Tubbo, C!Technoblade, C!Philza, C!Tommy (Mentioned)

Summary: Tubbo's is honestly not having the worst time with his alien roommate. But nothing ever lasts forever.

The whole floor quaked with deep rumbles. The familiar sound brought a smile to Tubbo's face. He continued to scrub his fingers through thin, matted fur.

There was telling how long he'd spent in that cell. All he knew was that he was living on a strict schedule of sleeping, hiding, and recreation in between. The pair had tried to communicate on more than one occasion but the language barrier was simply too thick. Tubbo couldn't even replicate most of the sounds that the giant alien produced.

The only information they managed to trade was their names and even then, his roommate seemed to have a considerable amount of trouble pronouncing "Toby" so they had to stick with his nickname.

Whatever species Ranboo was, he seemed just as clingy as humans, if not moreso. That was lucky for Tubbo considering the creature was practically a living radiator. The only thing that kept him from freezing his ass off during his stay.

He took a step back to get a good look at the massive being. Ranboo's pupils wholly filled his irises as they focused in on Tubbo. As much as the human hated to admit it, Ranboo was looking worse by the day.

He didn't have a good frame of reference for what Ranboo was meant to look like when he was healthy but he could see him deteriorating in other ways. A subtle twitch in his muscles, drooping eyelids, longer periods of rest.

The portions they'd given him were small. It had to be raw meat of some kind. He'd vomited up whatever portion Ranboo was nice enough to share the first couple days before his body had somehow grown used to it. His tastebuds...not so much. Whatever water they left to spite Ranboo was free game, at least.

The fact that the alien's diet was solely carnivorous didn't really inspire hope in Tubbo but this would be an awful long time spent sustaining a meal. He just had to pray that Tommy was doing better than him. No, of course he was. Tommy would kick alien ass before he ever let them lay a hand on him.

He was probably already back on Earth after coercing some unsuspecting creature into giving him a ride. If not, he could surely pass as a stowaway. That guy could sneak out of a minefield undetected.

"Tubbo?"

The accented pronunciation of his name snapped him from his thoughts. Ranboo evalutated him with concern-ridden eyes. Tubbo offered him a reassuring smile, brushing a hand through the coarse fur on the bridge of Ranboo's nose.

Tubbo was promptly nudged in retaliation, sent tumbling across the floor. He sighed, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. The overhead lights were eclipsed the the smug face of his intergalactic roommate. He'd debated on pretending to be injured by the gentle push but then he remembered who he was dealing with.

The alien's heart would probably explode out of guilt. Tubbo was an ass but he wasn't that much of an ass.

"You know, you've got a lot of gall for an aquaphobe in spitting range," Tubbo riposted.

There was no way Ranboo understood a word of what he'd said but the tone enough was to make him snicker. He mumbled something that Tubbo guessed was some extremely witty comeback. He made grabby hands at the creature until Ranboo reluctantly offered him a pinky.

He hoisted himself up off the ground.

"Thank you, kind gentleman," Tubbo gibed. That earned him a flick to the chest that sent him straight back down onto his rear. He scoffed. "You're such a bully."

Ranboo tried to pull an apologetic face but failed miserably. He chuckled cruelly before offering Tubbo another finger that he was quick to shove away.

"No. I don't even want your help anymore. I quite like the floor," Tubbo snapped.

Ranboo's face scrunched up in faux distress. He collapsed down beside the tiny being in a huff. The pair only laid there a moment, drowsily staring up at the ceiling.

It was bizarrely peaceful.

Familiar.

Domestic.

Short-Lived.

The mountain of an alien sat bolt upright. Tubbo followed in suit, studying his companion as his ears twitched this way and that. The human listened for a sound he knew full well he'd never be able to hear. His eyes slowly trailed up to the solid, silver door, darting back and forth with his eyebrows sewn together in concentration.

He reached a hand towards Tubbo. Slowly. Hesitantly.

Bright, red lights flashed like strobes through the slit beneath the door. Deafening alarms sounded from somewhere in the hall, accompanied by frantic chatter and shrieks. A hand scooped Tubbo up off the floor just as the door slammed open.

His stomach churned with the sudden ascension. Ranboo blurted something that Tubbo wouldn't be able to hear over the loud alert tone even if he could magically understand the alien's language. Ranboo's face was scrunched up in pain. Sensitive ears twitched and stuttered on either side of his head.

He held Tubbo close to his chest as he scrambled out into the hall. The scene that awaited them was nothing short of mayhem. Creatures of all shapes and sizes scurried about, each acutely aware that this may be their only chance of escape.

Tubbo wished he could help his larger friend navigate the chaos but all he could do was sit in the cupped palm like he burden he was so used to being.

Ranboo wove through the winding corridors. The hellish overseers were nowhere in sight. He just barely managed to break away from the onslaught of prisoner traffic, hurtling down an empty hall. It became immediately apparent why everyone had made a point of steering clear of that path as a guard came bustling down the way with a gas mask clinging to their deformed face.

Ranboo scampered backwards but ultimately failed to go anywhere. A glint of light against glass was all Tubbo saw before he found himself laying on the floor gasping for the air so cruelly wrenched from his body.

The tall boy laid limp beside him, stiff hand reaching for Tubbo even whilst he was unconscious. The guard haphazardly tossed the syringe to the floor. He grabbed another from his pocket before charging into the fray once more

Something was broken. Everything was blurry and something in Tubbo was broken. He could hardly breathe. There was no time to locate the source of the pain. The second the wind returned to his lungs, he lunged for his cellmate.

"Ranboo," he whispered. He gave the alien's face a push. Still breathing but there was no telling for how long. "Boo, we need to...go."

He leaned his weight against a wall as a dry cough ravaged his throat.

"Come. Come on!"

Tubbo kicked the center of his forehead with all the strength he could muster, nearly losing his balance in the process. The creature didn't so much as budge.

"Ranboo!" he shouted into the alien's ear.

This time, there was an echo.

He whirled around to face the direction of the new voice.

"Ranboo!" someone called again, sounding more desperate by the second. He knew that tone of voice. Memories of that night with Tommy flashed across his mind. The whole night spent charging through a thunderstorm crying out for his best friend. They were trying to find him. Not because they were guards but because they knew him.

Tubbo's eyes darted betweeen the unconscious figure on the floor and the rushing crowd. The door was open. There was no telling when it would be open again. His exit was right there. With a reluctant groan, he dashed in the opposite direction of his only chance at freedom.

He stumbled through the onslaught of rushing feet until he came upon the one pair heading in the one pair heading in the opposite direction.

One of the creatures was blonde. Great, golden wings protruded out of his back. He was probably the closest thing he'd seen to a human sans the feathers lining his face and utter lack of pupils. He was joined by a broad creature with pinkish skin and even pinker hair. This one had icy blue eyes scanning the crowd of prisoners in search of something.

In search of someone.

"Ranboo!" the blonde hollered once more.

"Oi!" Tubbo shouted up at them.

No response. They couldn't hear him. Of course they couldn't. His voice was lost in the ear-piercing alarms still screeching through the halls. There was no telling when those guards were coming back to drag Ranboo to his cell. Without another thought, he snatched a loose screw off the floor.

He pressed a kiss to the cool metal, praying his baseball skills hadn't eluded him during the time he'd spent behind bars before hurling it straight at the pinkette's head. It hit him square in the temple.

Bullseye.

Blue irises shifted to red as he glowered down at Tubbo. It was only then that the human noticed the two fangs protruding out from his bottom lip. No time to be scared now.

"Ranboo!" he called, pointing down the corridor. He still looked about ready to flat Tubbo until the blonde pressed a placating hand on the other's chest. He said something in his freakish language but Tubbo didn't catch a word.

"I don't know what you're saying but I know where Ranboo is!" he shouted. He waved them forward. The pair had a brief discussion before the pink haired one reluctantly nodded.

And then they were running.

Tubbo kept glancing over his shoulder to ensure he didn't lose them in the foot traffic. The journey felt longer the way back but that was probably because he was tripping over his own artificial leg most of the journey.

They trio rounded the corner to find the dual-toned alien still laying right where Tubbo had left him. The blonde gasped as his friend pushed past him to press his fingers to Ranboo's throat.

After a moment of crouching there, he said something to the blonde that made him slump in relief.

Good. That was all Tubbo could think as he watched the pink alien hoist Ranboo over his shoulder with ease. He may not have been able to save Tommy but at least he didn't fuck this one up.

Even as the black spots danced around the edges of his vision, he felt nothing but a sensation of fulfillment beneath the layer of pain previously concealed by adrenaline.

He blinked.

Once.

Twice.

And then he was gone.

Siri, play "Livin' La Vida Loca" by Ricky Martin

#g/t #g/t writing #g/t angst #g/t fluff #mcyt #mcyt g/t #giant/tiny #g!ranboo #t!tubbo #winged!philza #g!philza #g!techno #intergalactic abductees au

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corysmiles · 1 year

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Emerald duo ls meetup HC’s for the soul >:)

Notes: this was created in a fit of writing power so it is very unedited by apologies. Also this is a good mix of fluff and angst so I hope you enjoy

When Phil and Kristen finally get settled into their AirBnB in the US Techno has to take an Uber over. He hadn’t been out of his tiny city in years and he didn’t have his own car so it wasn’t like he could make the trek on his own. Tiny’s did have their own highway just below the street so they weren’t in danger of human cars, but tiny Ubers were hard to find. This lead to Techno having to sit anxiously in the car of a tall quiet human man. Thankfully the car had some accommodations like the seat being higher up so Techno didn’t feel as small, but still he felt his breath hitch every time the man so much as turned his head in his direction.

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When the car started to pull into the neighborhood Phil was staying in Techno felt his whole body shudder. He couldn’t do it. Every house was gigantic and walking across the sidewalk were so so many humans. The overwhelming fear he’d had since he was 16 started to overwhelm him and after a few minutes of shaking in his seat the Uber driver asked if he’d like to turn back.

“I can take you back kid, free no problem. Just let me know,” the man said in his deep grumbly voice.

Techno appreciated it he really did but it felt odd being comforted by the stranger. Especially a human one. But instead of agreeing to he just swallowed up his fear and sat back into the seat. He could feel the humans gaze on him the rest of the ride but he refused to look.

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Kristen was actually the one to first greet him at the house. He was oddly grateful for it because when he shot Phil and Kristen the text that he was at the door he has started to get strangely nervous about the idea of the giant door opening. But instead the tiny one, attached to the hinges of the larger one, swung open. Kristen immediately pulled him into a tight hug and babbled on asking about his ride over and how everything was. After a few second of formalities she nudged him inside and while he was immediately struck by just how large everything was in the house there was still no Phil to be seen.

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The first real interaction techno had with Phil was just his voice. It was almost odd that after an hour or two at the house talking with Kristen Phil still didn’t show up. He felt bad but every time he heard a floorboard creek or the sound of wind against a window his head would shoot towards it in fear that it was the human. He didn’t want to feel afraid of his friend but the waiting almost made it worse. It got to a point where Kristen was talking about dinner and he finally decided to ask where the human was.

Kristen stopped in her tracks and shifted inwards toward herself. “Oh dear, he didn’t want to scare you so he’s been waiting. We thought it might be bad if he was the first person you saw here.”

It made sense but guilt curled in Techno’s gut at the idea that his friend, the whole reason Kristen was there in the first place, was hiding in his room because he didn’t want to scare the tiny.

Slowly Kristen guided Techno to her and her husbands shared room and pressed the small doorbell attached to the side so she could get his attention. “Phil, it’s me. I have techno.”

Techno slouched in on himself as loud footsteps got closer to the door. Under the crack of it he could see the shadow of feet several times his size.

“Techno?” Phil’s voice echoed through the door.

“Yeah it’s me,” Techno breathed out, “Hey Phil.”

For a while they just talked through the door and Techno could almost forget that when it did open he’d be faced by a giant.

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Phil didn’t come out of the room until dinner. It made more sense for him to make it anyway since it would be much harder for the tinies to try to make a human sized portion for him than the other way around.

Kristen held onto Techno’s arm tight as Phil finally stepped out of his room. She’d had the idea to be on the kitchen table when he did come out so that Techno wouldn’t feel too small compared to the man but she could still feel the way the man cringed and shook at the sight of her husband.

“Techno,” Phil’s eyes widened, “It’s good to see you mate.”

Techno’s breath audibly caught in his throat as he stared up at the man. Kristen smiled sadly at her husband and she could tell by his small nod that he understood.

“Here,” Phil said with a quieter voice, “I’m just going to make dinner okay. You can stay here and we can talk if you’d like but I won’t make you do anything mate.”

Techno finally moved, just a small nod and a tight smile, but Kristen took it as progress. She had her work cut out for her to help the two friends but she had faith she could do it.

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Techno didn’t know why he’d agreed to let Phil sit at the table with them. He was trying to get along with Phil, he really was, but something about being so close to someone so much larger than him was doing strange things to his head. Even though he’d talked to the man for years now and would certainly consider him one of his closest friends, hearing the familiar voice come out of a giant figure didn’t feel right.

He sat in silence with his small plate in front of him while Kristen and Phil talked animatedly. He appreciated that they tried not to make it feel weird even though Techno knew how uncomfortable it had to be for them for him to be sitting in silence.

The whole dinner Techno only truly acknowledged Phil once when the human brought up one of Tommy’s blog ideas techno frankly thought was pretty dumb. And when he did speak up about it he could tell Phil was shocked. The human looked at him in surprise and a small gentle smile spread across his face.

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The first time Techno touched Phil was his own fault. It was the third day of them being in the US and while techno had gotten better about talking to Phil and felt a bit more comfortable in his presence he still was hyper aware of just how large Phil was.

Techno sat on the counter while Phil made coffee for them all. They talked absentmindedly about life and for one of the first times Techno felt safe. Even though every time Phil’s hands moved a bit too close to grab a mug or creamer he still flinched he could talk to the man now which was progress in his eyes.

“How do you like your coffee mate,” Phil hummed as he poured a little bit of the coffee from his own mug into a tiny one.

“A little creamer is good,” Techno nodded, “Thank you.”

“Of course mate,” Phil smiled as he went back to humming the dumb song that had been stuck in his head all day from a tik tok they all watched earlier.

Techno studied the man’s giant hands as he prepared the small coffee that looked comical between his fingers. After a minute Phil set it back down for Techno to take, a few inches away from him so he never got too close for Techno’s liking.

Techno appreciated it, he really did, but it still made him sad how obviously cautious Phil was around him. To try to curb his guilt Techno brought up a game he’d heard of recently and started to tell the human about. Phil laughed as he prepared his own coffee, and agreed to play it on stream with the tiny at some point.

Techno laughed as well as Phil continued to make little jokes about it and without looking the tiny stood up to grab his coffee. The problem was when he stood up his foot slipped on the small piece of plastic film left over from the keurig cups Phil was using. His breath caught in his throat as he slipped backwards. His arms shot back to try to catch himself but they were met with air.

Techno yelped as he fell backwards off the table. He was going to die, his frantic mind supplied.

But before he could hit the hard tile beneath them something soft and warm stopped his fall.

“Fuck mate are you alright?” Phil asked with a small laugh and weirdly the words vibrates through Techno’s body.

His eyes peeled open and he found that thankfully he wasn’t on the floor or worse dead. Instead giant fingers arched up around him as he was gently cradled in Phil’s palm.

Instinctually he tightened his body into a ball even with the progress he’d made with Phil the image of a hand wrapped around him made him wish he had just hit the ground. His breathing quickened as the hand below him moved and he swore for a second he could feel the warmth of a lighter reaching towards him.

“Hey hey you’re okay mate,” Phil soothed, “I’m putting you right down okay just breathe.”

He struggled even more trying to get free of the hands below him but when he tried to push his way through the massive fingers they tightened lightly around him.

“Hey no calm down Techno,” Phil said, “you’re gonna fall again let me put you down.”

Techno panicked even more at the giants now awfully loud sounding voice. Tears started to prick at his eyes even once he was deposited down onto the wooden table again. He buried his face in his legs wishing not only that he hadn’t reacted that poorly to his friends help but that he could just be normal.

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It’s a few days after that Techno apologies to Phil. He’d barely seen him even though they’d been staying in the same house aside from when the human would come out to make food for them all, and even the he never got closer than a few feet away from Techno.

He’s had a bit to think about it now, and while he couldn’t blame himself for panicking over being held it wasn’t fair to Phil for him to ignore the human for saving him. He knew logically that if Phil hadn’t caught him he would have been injured or worse.

“Phil, can we talk?” Techno spoke up from his place on the table across the room from the human.

Phil paused chopping up a carrot for the soup he was going to make and glanced over to Techno. It still felt strange being looked at by someone so giant but he’d gotten better about it over his time in the house. And really Phil had been nothing but careful with him.

“Yeah mate what is it?” Phil asked now turned towards the tiny but still far.

Techno sighed and stood up from where he was sitting to make bet tree r eye contact with Phil, “Can you come here?”

The human’s head tilted a bit in consideration before he slowly and carefully walked over to the table techno was on. And even once he was close he still stopped more than an arms length away.

“What is it mate? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Techno spoke slowly, unsure of his own words, “I just wanted to apologize- for the other day. I don’t know why I freaked out that bad man I’m sorry.”

Phil grimaced and bent his head down so he was a bit closer to the tiny, “No you don’t have to be sorry. It’s fine really. I didn’t mean to scare you that bad, I just didn’t have another choice-”

Techno met Phil’s eyes and smiled reassuringly up at the human, “I know. That’s why I’m sorry. I’ve been ignoring you and that’s just me being afraid and you don’t deserve that for helping me.”

Phil took a deep breath before pulling one of the chairs out from the table. Even then he was still awfully careful with how loud his steps were as he sat down to be closer to eye level with the tiny. His back hunched back into the chair like a heavy weight had settled on his shoulders.

“Techno,” he started slowly, “I understand how hard this is for you…and I really don’t blame you. I have no idea how scary this must be especially with what you’ve been through.”

“I know Phil,” Techno replied, “But it doesn’t excuse it. I have to get over it eventually, yeah.”

Phil hummed nonchalantly as his eyes bounced up and down trying not to stare at the tiny too much. Everything he did was so careful to not scare him and Techno couldn’t help but feel bad.

The two looked at each other in near silence, a heavy weight in the air before Techno decided he had to do something. Slowly, one step at a time he walked closer to the edge until he was almost face-to-face with Phil’s chest.

From so close he could hear every slow breath the human took as he stared down at his tiny friend.

“I want you to hold me,” Techno said carefully, his mouth dry.

Phil’s brows furrowed as he bent down more to see the tiny, “What? Mate not to be rude but just a few days ago you have a full panic attack from just that.”

“I know Phil,” Techno exhaled, “That’s why I need you to do this… You were just helping me. And I know that not all humans are bad but I just can’t seem to get that into my head.”

Phil nodded and Techno watched, stunned, as his adams apple bobbed in his throat, “You don’t have to do this Techno.”

“I know.”

Techno said it with more resolution than he thought he had in his whole self. His words seemed sure even though he could still feel every muscle in his body straining to get away from the human. But when he looked up to Phil’s eyes there was nothing but kindness if not a little worry.

“Okay then,” Phil gulped, “I’m going to put my hand on the table…you can get on or off whenever you want.”

And even with the warning as Phil’s hand slowly moved towards him Techno flinched. Phil almost pulled away but before he could Techno reached out lightning fast to grab one of his fingers. The human gasped just barely able to be heard, but techno could tell how stunned he was.

Once he fully grasped what he’d done he awkwardly let go of Phil’s forefinger allowing the man’s hand to rest upwards on the table. Looking at it now it seemed to much bigger than he remembered when he was held by him last. The man’s fingers were easily twice as large as him and every wrinkle on his palm looked ginormous. However the monstrous size of it was contrasted by how careful Phil was. The human barely breathed as he stared down at Techno, waiting for him to make the first move.

With one deep breath Techno pushed his fears aside and rested his own hands on the palm of Phil’s own. It was soft but still sturdy enough that with a little jump he could pull himself into the human’s hand. Once again he felt his body freeze in terror, but this time he took a deep breath and slowly let his eyes meet Phil’s. The eyes weren’t deranged and illuminated by the small fire of a lighter and the hands around him never tightened until he couldn’t breath.

Instead Phil’s eyes lit up with happiness, as Techno found the balance to stand up on his friend’s palm.

“God you’re huge man,” Techno laughed, for the first time feeing fully comfortable in the hand of a human.

“Nah you’re just small mate,” Phil smirked, “but thank you. For this, all of this. You don’t have to.”

“I know Phil,” Techno smiled, “thank you for helping me.”

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #little streamer au #corywrites #hcs #t!techno #g!philza

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i-am-beckyu · 4 months

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One Small Gift

HELLO! I TOLD YOU I'D POST ONE MORE FIC THIS YEAR! And I am very proud of myself for making it a Christmas centered fic! I can't believe it's actually been a year since I last posted a Christmas fic. Like where did the time go and how did this thing spawn?

I'm gonna ramble a bit more at the bottom of this fic about me and the community but lets not hold you up any longer so I give you: The Christmas Fic- One Small Gift :3

cw: fear, death mention (but no actual death), lying, panic and anxiety, fluff- Like, ALOT of Fluff, hidden identity and of course happy endings. You know, the usual angst/fluffy Beckyu fic :3 word count: 8351

Disclaimer! This story is based on the characters of the Dream SMP and not the real life content creators. Anything that occurs in this story is purely fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you.

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Cold

Why did the walls always have to be so damn cold?

Tommy’s mind couldn’t help but linger on the thought, as the Borrower shivered making his way through the maze that was the inside the house walls.

Human Beans invented heaters AGES ago for the insides of their houses to keep warm, so how was it that the inside of the walls were still always so flippen freezing?

Would it kill them to think of the little guy freezing their butt off just once?

Well no, maybe not. But it certainly would Tommy.

As much as the young blonde would love to cuss at the home owner for not giving him a proper source of heat, the Borrowers code quite literally FORBID them from ever telling a Human of their existence. Not to forget the fact that it would mean doom for a borrower if they ever did. All the horror stories of Borrowers being squished or experimented on from the elders to go off being proof enough.

Death by Human Beans?

HA! Absolutely NOT!

That’s exactly the reason why he is trying to get supplies for the Winter to warm himself up, before it gets even colder!

Tommy grumbled to himself as he ducked and weaved past forgotten cobwebs about how it was such a pain to be in this position in the first place. He’d had a perfectly fine home in a tree nook in the forest that had always remained nice and cosy warm during the colder months.

Even if that meant he’d been living on his own, Tommy had been happy living as an Outie borrower for as long as he could remember. Well at least he had, before some tall, pretentious brunette freak decided his home would be the perfect tree to cut down and drag all the way back to his stupid freezing cold house.

But it gets better, because even though the main part of his home was actually still intact under the now stump, the Bean still took the top half of the tree-

With Tommy still inside it!

They flippen took HIS house and wrapped it in a net; effectively trapping the poor borrower and then strapped it to the top of their car and drove hours and hours to a Human Town with him hanging on for dear life.

And that’s not even the worst part because not only did the flippen Bean steal part of his house, but then they had the audacity to cover the tree's dying corpse in fancy decorations and shining lights.

Like seriously WTF?!

A Bean kidnaps him from the only place he’s ever really known and covers his once thriving residence all merrily in ornaments, while he’s forced to flee his only real known place of safety with nothing but the clothes on his back, and the few supplies he did have stored in the upper levels of his now dying home. He hadn’t wanted to leave, but it was the only choice he really had.

Stay in the tree and get caught, or try and survive in the Beans' walls until Winter passes.

He chose the latter of course- (It’s not like staying would have helped him anyways)

Getting down from the top of the tree had been, well- less than a fun time for the Borrower. The big purple bruises across his back were a throbbing reminder from his impact on the floor at times, but he managed.

Instead, Tommy had started to navigate his temporary ‘soon to be home’ in the walls getting an idea of the layout and where the best places were to borrow from. He just had to make it through the Winter and then he could go home. Trying to get back to his nook now would be impossible with all the snow cover on the ground, but he’d get back to the forest even if it killed him.

Which might be the case soon if he doesn’t get some new clothes and heat source quick.

That was the main issue with being kidnapped after all. You only have what’s on your back and well, Tommy hadn’t exactly been expecting to get yoinked away in his scrappy T-Shirt and shorts. He had proudly made them himself with the few scraps of fabric he’d managed to find from some Beans that had been passing through years ago on a camping trip, but the fabric was light, and not made to be worn in such cold conditions.

He’d only meant to go up and check what the heck the loud thumping outside his tree was like any normal person. He was expecting a deer or maybe a bear using it as a scratching post, not a Bean cutting their house down and taking him along with it. You don’t exactly have time to think about putting on proper clothing when your everything is at stake.

So that was step one: Find some material and make some clothes- a jacket the top priority.

Tommy is very thankful that he had his borrowing bag on him, that he still has his self made needle and some old thread so he at least didn’t have to start from nothing. Finding the material hadn’t been too difficult to locate either. When he first scouted the place, he discovered pretty quickly that the Bean had a habit of leaving stuff all over the place, so borrowing supplies hadn’t been difficult to do without being noticed. It’s how he found the most perfect fluffy woollen red sock to make a coat and blanket from. He would already have it now though if the Bean hadn’t come back before he could swipe it.

The Borrower had tried to come back for it later, but the Bean had decided it was time to clean their room up because he had some guests coming for this thing called ‘Chris-mass’- whatever that was- and the sock was gone.

So instead he grabbed what he could and made his way back to the walls with just enough fabric to make a new pair of pants and some crackers for dinner.

But it still didn’t fix the whole freezing situation.

What Tommy really needed was a candle.

To a Human Bean it may seem to be an insignificant source of light, but to a Borrower it could literally be the difference between a warm nights sleep and becoming a Borrower popsicle! But that was easier said then done because all the usual spots Beans would normally keep candles, were replaced with flippen electric ones!!!!

What’s wrong with fire on candles!? Why would you want a fake candle that just flickers and produces less light than a real one?

That or something for a bed. At least that way he’d have a comfortable place to sleep and trap his own body heat.

He really wishes he could have taken those socks…

As if this Bean wasn’t bad enough, not only did they lack the materials Tommy so desperately needed, but they wouldn’t shut up talking into the black box (a fone he thinks it’s called from memory) to other Beans with how excited they were about them coming to stay for the Hole-lid-days and spend time huddled together by the fire or something dumb.

“Come on Dad! Let me host. If you let me host, I’ve got the coolest surprise planned for you and Techno I swear!! Plus don’t you want to come and see me?”

Lucky prick. Got a Dad and a brother…

Now don’t get him wrong, Tommy is a big man, if not the biggest man to ever exist and he doesn’t need anyone. But he also couldn’t help but long for someone to share the cold season with like the Beans did. It had been so long since he’d seen another Borrower like himself and though he’d never admit it, living alone did get a little bit lonely sometimes. It would be nice if just once he could share a night cuddled up close to a loved one, and just bask in each other’s company.

But Tommy didn’t have time to be sentimental about things he’d likely never have.

He needed to find a way to stay warm and get warm now.

But the universe decidedly hated Tommy because, tonight was apparently December 24th-

Chrisymiss Eve.

Tommy had been here about a week or so and in his short stay still wasn’t 100% sure what this whole Khrislermas was, but it appeared to be a BIG deal to the Beans.

Apparently, all the Beans get together whether it’s family or friends to spend time together and exchange gifts. It’s about being thankful for what you have or whatever and something about showing how much you love someone by giving and receiving presents.

Tommy thought it was actually quite a nice thing the Beans did and wished that Borrowers had something similar themselves in their culture. However, there was one thing he still didn’t quite understand about this whole holiday thing.

Who the heck is Santa Claus?

He’d been taking some more crackers the Bean had left out from the kitchen while this ‘tv show’ played on the Bean's big Black box that was talking about this Santa guy. Apparently, he was some elusive, big fat man, dressed all in red with a big white bushy beard, who climbed down the Beans chimneys, and left gifts for all the little boys and girls of the world. He had this list too that knew if you’d been naughty or nice and would leave the good children gifts and the bad children coal in their stockings.

Children could write letters to Santa or he’d visit and children could sit on his knee and ask him for a gift they would like and he would deliver the toys to children all over the world on Christmas eve when everyone was sleeping, only to have disappeared by daybreak.

Tommy hadn’t thought much of this Santa at first- not when it was just another Bean to avoid. That was until he learned two very important details.

1- Santa delivered presents to ALL children of the world.

And 2- Santa wasn’t meant to be seen by Humans either.

So not only did this Santa guy literally just give out free gifts, but Tommy literally had a way to get exactly what he needed for the winter!

All he needed to do was talk to Santa and he’d be saved!

Now you might be thinking: But Tommy, you said it yourself. Santa isn’t meant to be seen by anyone so what makes you the exception?

Simple.

Borrowers aren’t meant to be seen by Beans and neither is Santa.

Which means just like Borrowers, Santa must not want to be caught (which if he thinks too hard about it makes sense since he literally breaks into houses but anyways) and unlike with Beans, there is no rule that says Borrowers can’t see Santa!

All he has to do is wait for Santa to visit Crystamas eve, and then he can ask for his gift! Santa probably even knows what he wants, being made of magic and all! He just never knew Santa existed so he’s never asked for his gift before!

If he were a more greedy Borrower, he could ask for so much more to make up for all the years he never got a gift, but that would probably put him on Santa’s naughty list. And while coal would be good, Tommy doesn’t exactly want to burn the house down with him inside it. So this was his best shot to get exactly what he needed.

The hard bit though, was waiting for Santa to arrive. That meant not only having to be out in the living room where the fireplace was, but also meant he had to wait for the Bean to fall asleep. Which really meant that it would be AGES before Santa would come because the Bean of the house was terrible at sleeping at night.

The man literally had no sleep schedule and would stay up till terrible times in the morning before drifting off. Normally that wasn’t much of an issue for the Borrower having observed this early on, but right now it was very much a hindrance because it could be hours before they went to bed.

It also seemed that they wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon, because the amount of energy and excitement the Bean had displayed the whole day about his family coming home was overwhelming. He’d come home at one stage with this big bag of stuff talking on the black box about how his super cool surprise was coming along and how it would be awesome since they let him host Chrimpmas- whatever that meant.

Tommy had hoped with the excitement of the holiday they’d have been ready to pass out by now, but he couldn’t be more wrong with the amount of commotion he could hear from down the hall- and that’s through the walls.

At least he could observe everything going on from his place on the bookshelf. It was right next to a small crack in the wall he could just squeeze through, but it gave him a good view of the living room but also enough cover from prying eyes unless he made his presence known. However, being out of the walls had one difference the blonde hadn’t accounted for.

Heat.

The fire had been lit and was keeping the whole room nice and toasty warm compared to the harsh bite the walls somehow managed to keep. The whole atmosphere made him almost want to curl up and fall asleep. It had been so long since he’d been able to just enjoy the warmth in the air and not be shivering to keep alive.

Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt if he had a nap before Santa arrived.

Just a quick one….

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Tommy was awoken to a rather loud THUNK as the Borrower shot up from where he had fallen asleep atop the shelf.

It took the blonde a moment to realise where he was and not panic about being out in the open before his eyes settled upon a figure.

Sprawled out across the floor in a heap of red and white was the jolly big man himself.

Santa Claus.

The one and only.

“Santa!” Tommy yelled excitedly as he hurriedly manoeuvred to stand. “Santa you came!”

Santa’s head snapped up from the floor alarmed, as they pushed themselves to stand and take a defensive stance.

“Who said that?!” they shouted, looking around wildly panicked. “Show yourself!”

Tommy giggled to himself. Santa was so silly.

“Up here Santa! I’ve been waiting for you.” The blonde waved as the man's head turned and their eyes fell onto his small form.

Tommy grinned at the magical man taking him all in.

Just like the figure on the big black box, Santa wore a big red coat with white fluff lining the ends of his sleeves. A big black belt was strapped around their waist, fastened with a fancy golden buckle and sturdy black boots on their feet to keep out the snow. Their head was adorned with an oversized big red hat, with a giant white fluffy pom pom on the end, and they had a long white beard that travelled down their chest. And last but not least was a pair of gold rimmed glasses perched on the tip of their rosy red nose which accentuated their big brown eyes that were staring at him in wonder.

Huh.

He could have sworn that Santa's eyes were blue.

“I can’t believe you came! I wasn’t sure if you would since I never sent a letter but you must have known anyway cause here you are!” The little borrower stated excitedly as Santa removed his glasses, and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

“I’m so glad you’re here! I really need my Crimpmess present.”

“I’m sorry you’re what?” the man’s eyes furrowed in confusion as they processed what the younger had said.

“My present!.” Tommy rolled his eyes. “You know, the whole reason why you’re here.”

Santa didn’t exactly seem like he knew what was going on. Right now all he was doing was staring and Tommy was getting a bit annoyed.

Was that not why Santa was here? To deliver his present like the show had said?

Tommy huffed annoyed he had to explain all this. Wasn’t this like his job? He should know!

“I’m sorry,” Santa began slowly as if trying to process. “I didn’t actually know you were here.”

“Why else would you have come then?” Tommy crossed his arms unimpressed. “I’m the only kid here, but don’t tell anyone else I said that. I’m a big man! The biggest ever!”

This finally seemed to warrant a different reaction from the older, as they looked the boy up and down unimpressed by this so-called ‘fact’.

“A big man huh? You look more like a child. What are you- 12?”

Tommy feigned a gasp, grasping his chest offendedly. “I’ll have you know I’m 14 and the biggest man alive! I’m only a child for the purpose of getting my gift tonight and tonight only!”

Santa couldn’t stifle a laugh as he watched as the small child stomped his foot in a mini tantrum at being called 12. It was endearing in a way but he still wasn’t sure how to proceed with a tiny child standing on their bookshelf.

“Well whatever you say I guess, but I still I didn’t know you were here.”

The blonde shrugged before moving closer to the shelfs edge. “Ah well it doesn’t matter. You’re here now so I’d like my gift please! You have it right?”

“If I didn’t know you were here, then how would I have your present with me?” Santa asked.

Well he did make a good point. It’s not like he sent Santa a letter and he hadn't met him to tell him like other human bean children had until now.

“Oh right. Guess I better come sit on your knee and tell you what I’d like than.” Tommy stated matter of factly, as the small Borrower moved to the edge of the shelf and stabbed his hook into the wood, quickly jumping off to descend on his rope to the ground.

“Wait, DON’T DO THAT!”

The blonde yelped in surprise, moving instinctually to protect his ears at the sheer volume the man shouted, in turn losing his grip on his rope, quickly plummeting down to the ground below. Santa lunged forward with an outstretched hand as the boy slipped down the rope at a rapid speed, catching him before any real harm could be done. He semi slammed into the wall, clutching his hand to his chest as they did so before quickly unfurling their hand.

“Oh my prime! Kid- kid are you alright?” Santa said frantically checking over the boy he now held in his palm.

Tommy shook his head, dizzy from the sudden force that had rammed into him only moments ago. He tried to steady himself grabbing, onto the nearest thing his hand could find as he begun to regain his bearings.

Oh he was going to ache tomorrow…

“As soon as the world stops spinning, yeah.”

Santa sighed in relief as Tommy allowed himself to regain focus. It was then that he really took note of where he was.

Normally, if a Borrower was sitting in the hand of someone almost 100x his size, he would be kicking and screeching to get away. But this was Santa Claus’s hand and Tommy felt only wonder.

It was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. The thing he had grabbed onto was apparently Santa’s thumb and it was almost as big as his head! Even if it was a bit weird sitting on the leathery texture of their skin, the warmth radiating beneath him was heavenly, and the way the man’s fingers curled slightly over him protectively felt nothing but comforting.

Santa hadn’t moved since he caught Tommy mid air, and was staring at Tommy as if they would disappear. They seemed stuck on what to do next, but also amazed he was sitting there at all.

“You alright there big man?” Tommy raised a brow confused at why the man would act this way. Santa was literally made of magic and had flying reindeer for goodness sake! A borrower existing surely was no cause for such amazement? There were surely way more interesting magical things to see than a lowly Borrower like him.

(But then again, he was a pretty poggers Borrower if he did so say that himself, so staring could be justified for that reason)

This finally snapped the old man out of their wondrous stupor, as they squinted their eyes open and shut with a quick shake of their head.

“Uh yep. All good um. Let's- go sit down. Yeah- yeah, let's do that.” Santa said, confirming more to themself than Tommy.

Santa brought the boy protectively to their chest to brace them before they moved away from the book shelf, smoothly walking over to the couch where the old man sat down ever so slowly to not jostle their small passenger. The second they were bending down to sit though, Tommy was launching himself off Santa’s palm for his knee as the bearded man frantically tried to stop them in their escapade.

“Kid, would you stop doing that? You’re going to hurt yourself!”

“Pfft please. This is nothing compared to how I got down from that tree over there.” The boy grinned as they pointed to the far corner of the living room.

The man's head followed to where the boy was pointing, the Christmas tree displayed proudly in a large pot tied with a red bow, small lights flickering on and off in changing patterns.

“Tree? You mean the Christmas tree?”

“Yep!” Tommy stood proudly popping the p. “I had to get down somehow and my hook would have gotten stuck in amongst the branches if I had tried to abseil down. So I did what any logical Borrower would do and jumped.”

“You jumped?!” Santa’s eyes widened, as he looked back and forth between the boy and the top of the brightly decorated tree. He grimaced, imagining the boy throwing themselves from the upper branches like they had done only moments before onto his knee.

What was with this kid and being so reckless?!

“You jumped from the top of the Christmas tree!? Why were you even there in the first place?”

Tommy rolled his eyes, crossing their arms in front of their chest.

“It’s all that stupid Beans fault.”He huffed annoyed. “He just came waltzing into MY forest, decided to be very rude and put their grubby hands all over MY house wrapping it up in some ugly net, only to cut it down with me still in it!”

Tommy didn’t notice the way Santa’s brows furrowed and their expression changed to one of horror as he continued to ramble on.

“They literally kidnapped me, Santa! They’re so lucky that the main part of my house is under the tree’s trunk and not the higher branches because I swear I would have murdered that Bean in their sleep by now if they had!”

Tommy was very pleased to have finally gotten to vent some of his frustrations to someone other than his internal self, but now he was finished he had a good chance to register the other’s reaction.

Santa looked horrified.

His eyes seemed glossed over as if he was holding back tears, and one hand slapped over their mouth, the other gripping their wrist tightly in an attempt to ground themselves.

Uh shit. He hadn’t meant for that to happen…

“Uh but don’t worry Santa!” Tommy was quick to add. “ I wouldn’t actually do that. That would be a bad thing to do and put me on the Naughty list! I promise I won’t actually murder anyone!”

Phew, that was a close one. He couldn’t jeopardise his only hope with a silly joke!

Santas’ face had yet to change and Tommy subconsciously started to fidget feeling nervous to how the older was reacting. Maybe he had blown it and now he was on the naughty list. Another glance at the old man's face seemed to confirm those fears.

He’d blown it.

His one shot at survival and he practically threw it all away with a vent. No wonder he ended up all alone.

“Please don’t put me on the Naughty list Santa. I need my gift.” Tommy spoke timidly. “I didn’t mean it.”

“I- no. No you’re not on the Naughty list.” Santa dragged his hands over his eyes a few times strained. “I'm just trying to process. It’s more of the whole kidnapping thing. ”

If Tommy had been paying better attention, he may have noticed the few stray brown curls poking out from under the man's hat, but he was more thrown by their following question as the magical man continued on.

“If you were in the tree, why didn’t you say anything?”

Tommy drew a deep breath, before sighing as the boy shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Because Santa, Beans aren’t supposed to know that Borrowers like me even exist.”

“Beans?”

“Human Beans Santa. You know, big people like you, but not magical and stuff.” The Borrower explained. “There’s no way I could tell the dumb Bean he was cutting my house down! Do you know what Beans do to Borrowers like me?”

“Um no?” Santa fiddled with his hands as he looked away, eyes downcast to avoid the youngers gaze as they continued.

“They get rid of us. To them we’re just pests or things to be used.”

Tommy hugged himself tightly, anxiety pooling in his chest for the first time that night. He wished it wasn’t true, but Beans just held far too much power for their own good. Their greed often outweighing their need to do good without reward.

“I’d rather risk jumping out of a tree than ever fall into the clutches of a Bean.”

“But how do you know that?” Santa suddenly said, muscles tensing as they clenched their hand into fists.

Tommy flinched at the sight of hands so close. Closed so tightly that he couldn’t help let slip the thought of himself in the mercy of their grasp, begging to be freed like all the stories had said of the Borrowers trapped in agonising pain. The man noticed his discomfort, and immediately loosened their fists, moving their hands away and under their thighs so as to not startle the boy any further than they already had.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Santa said with a sense of guilt. “But I just- How do you know that though? Who says that they would have hurt you if you had just made your presence known? You wouldn’t have had to jump or gotten hurt.”

Santa turned away sheepishly, whispering sadly. “They could have helped you.”

Tommy swallowed hard, his shoulders sagging as he observed the sad look Santa had as they stared at the Christmas tree. It was obvious they were blaming themself for what had happened. He was far too kind for that.

“Santa, it’s not your fault.” the boy sighed, “Every borrower is taught this from birth. It’s a known fact that Beans are all cruel, power hungry beings. They always want more and just take, take, take.”

“But what if this ‘Bean’ didn’t know.” Santa shot back, causing the Borrower to falter. “What if you had said something? They would have stopped and left you and your house alone? How do you know they wouldn’t have helped you?”

“Because Santa,” Tommy turned and faced the man head on. “That’s just how Beans are. To them, we're just another thing to take and control.”

Tommy wanted to believe Santa, he really did, but it was hard to just ignore years of being brought up to beware Human Beans and their cruelty. He’d seen it even from when Beans had once come into the forest with their fire sticks, and took down a friendly deer. It was unnecessarily cruel and was all the convincing Tommy needed to deem all Humans bad.

Santa nodded sadly in some kind of understanding, but Tommy couldn’t understand why Santa looked so hurt. It wasn’t his fault the Bean took him and his home, but he seemed so convinced that hiding and not asking for help had been the wrong thing to do.

He thought they were the same, that if Beans caught him on Christmas Eve, then something bad would happen to him like it would for Borrowers. That’s why they had to stay a secret. Why no one could know they were here.

But Santa wasn’t a Borrower who lived in hiding unknown. The Beans knew about the jolly, present giving man that only appeared in December.

He could live among the Beans and it would be fine if he asked for help. Everyone liked Santa. He didn’t take things just to survive. He gave toys and gifts so he would have no worries about the repercussions of taking a paperclip just to get around. He wouldn’t have to worry about Beans hurting him if something went wrong. He would just use his magic and be fine.

It was Santa’s choice to stay hidden as an extra precaution to protect that same magic.

“But you’re different from the Beans Santa.” The boy perked up instantly remembering why he was doing this in the first place. “You only come out of hiding at Christmas and everyone knows who you are! You only hide to keep your magic safe from Beans so they can’t have that too!”

The man gave a small smile as the boy continued to ramble, pacing back and forth on his thigh as he did so.

“But I don’t understand why you give children presents when they already have so much!” Tommy stopped, his lips pursed together as his voice dropped to a whisper.

“Unlike me.” He confessed quietly, lifting his head to meet Santa’s sympathetic gaze.

Santa was staring at the young boy again, leaned forward in concern listening as the blonde continued to share his story.

“It's why I need my gift Santa.” Tommy wringed his hands together with a nervous glance to see Santa’s reaction who nodded in approval, gesturing for him to continue.

Tommy steadied himself.

Now or never.

“I was brought here with basically nothing. Forced to move into the Beans walls or risk being seen. I’ve barely been able to get anything for basic survival and the walls are freezing!”

Tommy shivered remembering the way the air had nipped at his nose as he struggled to keep warm. Clutching himself tightly in a poor attempt to retain any kind of body heat. The one time he went up stairs without his coat and of course he gets kidnapped.

He needed this.

More than anything.

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Wilbur had just wanted to have the perfect Christmas.

It was his first time hosting and had decided he HAD to go all out.

More decorations than his little house needed both inside and out, homemade hot chocolate from scratch and had promised his Father and brother a very special Christmas surprise if they let him host.

Their first ever living Christmas tree and a surprise visit from the Big man himself- Santa Claus.

He’d done a bunch or research into the best spots to go where he could get a tree and quickly had been recommended from several sites about the fir trees in Logstedshire, and quickly made the trip out to find a tree.

What the websites failed to mention, was that said fir trees might be inhabited and the home of tiny people that are terrified of Human Beings.

So if you asked: No, Wilbur was not having a good night realising he had kidnapped a child that was deathly afraid of him and only okay right now because he thought he was the real Santa Claus.

In a way, it was a good thing the kid hadn’t realised yet, because if Wilbur had never dressed up in this silly costume, he probably would have never known about the child freezing to death in his walls.

The child was so cold despite their lively spirit when he’d caught them after they launched themself off the top of the shelf. The fact it wasn’t the first time they’d thrown themself from such a height made Wilbur sick knowing had they not been lucky, could very well not have made the long fall. But the fact the kid had been struggling, terrified and afraid in his walls when he could have helped had the guilt eating him away as the boy rambled on.

They were so sure of themselves with the cruelty of humanity too that they had him so on edge. If the blonde knew he was really the guy that had cut his tree down, he very much doubted they would be this enthusiastic. He was talking about how much he needed his gift- the gift he still had no clue what it was, but just hearing the little blondes tale, and seeing how thin his clothes were had Wilbur making a very long list of things he needed to get to help the kid out.

A kid which he still doesn’t know the name of.

The boy's eyes had brightened, as he bounded up and down on the balls of his feet eagerly, talking about what this gift would mean for him. He was actually quite endearing despite their seemingly dire situation.

“If I tell you my gift, then you can give it to me now and I’ll actually have a chance to survive the Winter!” He explained excitedly, grining.

Wilbur pushed down his anxiousness for the boys well-being. They had already suffered enough from his mistakes. He didn’t want them to suffer any longer than they had by them accidentally discovering the truth.

“What’s your name kid?” Wilbur mentally slapped himself that he hadn’t asked sooner.

The tiny boy chuckled to himself as they crossed their arms. “Oh come on Santa, you know my name don’t you? You have a list with every child's name on it.”

Ah- right. Santa did have that Naughty and Nice list didn’t he? Curse Santa for having to live up to magical standards.

“Uh- I came here in such a rush, I um- ah must have left my list back at the North Pole.”

“So?” The boy argued, raising a brow. “You’re magic. Don’t you just know?”

Did he say endearing earlier? How about difficult for making him use his brain at 9pm at night. (Shut up. Don’t judge him for it)

“Well you know there’s like 2 Billion kids in this world and I see them all in one night. You don’t expect me to remember every name without my list do you?”

The kid hadn’t seemed to account for this, and thought it over before shrugging in agreement.

Oh thank goodness for kids being young and naive.

“I guess that’s fair. But you’ve got a s*** memory in that case Big Man. Getting old.”

Actually, make that an annoying gremlin.

“I think if someone wants their present, they should be more careful about insulting their elders.” Wilbur teased with a chuckle. The boy rolled his eyes with a groan.

Okay, an endearing gremlin then.

“Fiiiiiiiiine.” they drawled letting their arms drop to their sides before extending their hand up in greeting. “The name’s Tommy.”

Wilbur carefully lifted his arm up and slowly extended his pinky finger out for the boy to take in an oversized handshake.

“Nice to meet you Tommy.” His finger dwarfed the boy entirely, his pinky finger only slightly shorter than the boy's total height, but nevertheless, Tommy took the tip and shook it lightly.

“Now, why don’t you sit down and tell me what it is you’d like for Christmas?”

Wilbur couldn’t help but smile at the little boy excitedly sharing in exact detail what he wanted. What the Borrower wanted wasn’t even that difficult to get, and he knew exactly where to find it. Tommy continued to ramble on for a bit longer about what he had been doing since coming here and Wilbur made mental notes of the few places where Tommy talked about entrances in out of the walls for future reference.

He was going to have to look out for Tommy from now on and if he wanted a shred of hope in getting him to trust him as Wilbur, he was going to need a plan.

“So could I have my gift now? I would really love it now and you still have a lot of other houses to visit tonight right?” Tommy asked innocently.

Wilbur really didn’t want to stop talking to Tommy. Tommy trusted the magical Santa Claus; not regular Human Being Wilbur Soot. He knew that if he let Tommy go now, it was unlikely he would see the kid again, but if he didn’t leave as Santa now, they would most likely get suspicious, realising he was a fake and panic.

Wilbur sighed as he brushed a stray hair of fake beard from under his cheek.

“I- yeah I guess so. Best get you to bed then too.”

“Awwww but I’m not sleepy yet!” The blonde pouted. “This is normally when I’m awake so it would be a crime to make me sleep now.”

“Well good little girls and boys go to bed when they’re told if they want to stay on the nice list.”

“You’re not the boss of me!” Tommy stuck his tongue out in defiance and Wilbur had to bite his to stop himself from bursting out loud laughing.

This kid was going to be the death of him he swears.

Wilbur extended his hand to the Borrower, keeping it steady as he waited for Tommy to climb on. He’s still a little huffy at first realising there was no room for argument, but climbs on anyway, sitting down in the middle of Wilbur’s palm bracing themself before he moves.

The brunette curls his fingers over the boy slightly, bringing his hand to his chest protectively. He tries not to linger too long at how it felt to hold an entire person in one hand for the second time tonight before moving to stand.

Steadily, Wilbur makes his way over to the book shelf and cautiously raises his hand up for Tommy to climb off of. He sets his hand down on the wooden surface and Tommy takes no time in hoping off to stand, waiting expectantly for his promised present.

“Okay I need you to close your eyes just for a second.” Wilbur asks the boy who quickly covers his eyes with his hands, only to peak out from behind his fingers seconds later.

“I mean it Tommy. Keep them closed.”

“Ugggghhhhh Fineee!” the boy said huffing, but relented nevertheless.

Wilbur quickly whirled around and crouched down beneath the Christmas tree, snagging a gift from the floor and hastily tearing the gift tag labelled- Technoblade; from the gift before setting it next to the small borrower child.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.”

Tommy removed his hands and squealed in delight, quickly reaching down to hug the gift.

“Oh thank you Santa! You really are the most poggers man ever!!!” Tommy spoke rapidly, smiling so much his cheeks hurt. “Well after me of course, but only by a little bit!”

Wilbur chuckled as he gazed affectionately at the blonde hunched over the brightly wrapped gift. “You’re welcome Tommy. I’m glad you like it.”

The boy quickly stood, and started hauling the gift to the crack in the wall, as they tried to shove the gift through. Unfortunately while the crack had been enough for Tommy to squeeze through, it wasn’t quite wide enough to let the present go in without getting a tad scrunched up and paper torn.

“Um, Tommy? Is there perhaps a bigger entrance I could take this too?” Wilbur suggested, cringing slightly as the boy gave another hard shove on the gift, intent on getting it through no matter what.

“It’ll fit. Just gotta keep pushing it in.”

After a few more attempts, the boy did in fact give up and relented their efforts allowing Wilbur to pull the now crumpled present back out from the crack, instructing him to take it to the kitchen and place it behind the toaster, assuring him he would get it before the Bean woke up explaining how the electrical socket actually came off as a secret entrance.

He offered to take Tommy over to it too, but the stubborn boy refused, insisting that he had done enough and needed to hurry up and deliver presents to the other children before the night was over.

Taking one more long look at the boy, Wilbur watched as Tommy disappeared through the crack into the walls, the sound of tiny footsteps pitter pattering away before Wilbur himself quietly crept back to his room before he removed the Santa costume and flopped down onto his bed.

He’d just met a tiny child.

A tiny child trying to survive in his walls.

That was deathly afraid of him.

Quickly Wilbur shot up from his bed snatching his phone from the night stand; a plan forming in his mind. The screen read 9:31 pm before he hastily unlocked it and dove into his contacts, quickly stopping on a profile of a girl with light pink hair, dialling their number shortly after.

The phone rang twice before a woman answered on the other end.

“Hello?”

“Niki? Hey! How’s the holidays going?” Wilbur asked as he grabbed his coat and gloves from the wardrobe.

“So I need a favour…”

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Tommy awoke warm for the first time that week.

He opened his eyes blearily, almost willing himself to fall back into dream land before his eyes snapped fully open. Tommy rubbed his eyes a few times, eyes going wide trying to comprehend that this was real and not just a dream as the thoughts of the previous night played through his head.

He was in his Christmas present: A brand new pair of bright red, fluffy woollen socks- the most perfect bed ever and exactly what Tommy had asked for. He had basically run to get his gift as fast as possible, before hauling it back through the walls to a space close by the bookshelf; the space seemingly much more homely after last night's introductions.

He hugged the woollen fabric tightly, smiling as he remembered the soft smile Santa had as he watched him go and how kind and gentle he had been with him the entire time.

The Borrower was so pleased and grateful that he had been able to meet the Santa Claus, and would cherish the magical night forever.

He stayed snuggled in his new bed for a little while longer before his stomach grumbled in protest that he should go and have something to eat. Albeit a little grumbly, his hunger eventually won out and Tommy made his way through the walls back to the kitchen so he could gather some food before the Bean woke up.

Stealthily, he removed the electrical socket, expecting to make it a quick supply run; stepping out into the open before freezing in surprise.

Laid out in a neat pile behind the toaster was a small stack of brightly wrapped gifts all wrapped in different coloured and patterned paper, and right in the middle, an envelope with his name written in gold cursive. Tommy smiled brightly, as he eagerly ran forward to the awaiting stack of gifts, quickly grabbing a gift reading the label.

To: Tommy From: Santa

Tommy denies that he cried that day.

That he took each gift home and opened each one oh so delicately, afraid if he didn’t they might just disappear, happy tears trailing down his cheek as he opened a gift revealing a beautiful, blue knitted sweater- and in just his size.

His tears didn’t cease as he opened the other gifts revealing several new pairs of warm winter clothes, new rope and hooks for climbing, some tea candles with a tiny piece of flint and steel to light them, and the tiniest iced cookies he had ever seen. He could actually hold this in one hand like humans did and he had a whole bag of them!!! His prayers had been answered and he couldn’t be more thankful.

Soon, the only thing that remained was the envelope.

He dried his face as best he could, doing his best to not smear any tears or snot onto the pristine surface as he opened the envelope, revealing a card with a picture of glitter candy canes decorating the front.

Settled back into his new bed, Tommy opened the card and read the message inside.

Dear Tommy, It was lovely meeting you and getting to know your story. I figured you might like some extra gifts as well to help you be more comfortable in Wilbur’s walls. I think you should try talking to him. You might be surprised. Sincerely, Santa Claus

P.S- He’s not as scary as you think.

Tommy’s smile became puzzled as he reread the last few lines.

Who the heck was Wilbur?

Was that the name of the Bean that lived here?

Oh come on, that's not fair! How come Santa knew Wilbur’s name but not his!

He grumbled a little bit at the thought, but his mind kept drawing back to the last line of the card.

‘He’s not as scary as you think.’

“Hmpf, you keep saying that.” Tommy grumbled.

What was with Santa’s insistence on this?

As much as he wanted to be annoyed at Santa for putting forward such a ridiculous idea, Tommy decided to drag himself out of bed and to the book shelf crack. The Bean had gotten up not long after Tommy had made it back to his new home, but he’d been a tad too distracted to really care about how slow and heavy they had been trudging about this morning unlike their usually poised self.

Currently, said Bean was sitting on the couch, the exact same spot he and Santa had been last night, absentmindedly staring at his hand.

How could Santa think this guy was any good? They had kidnapped him unknowingly, almost let him die from hypothermia unknowingly, destroyed the top of his home unknowingly and Santa still thinks they won’t hurt him?

Okay so maybe it wasn’t their fault all those things happened just because they didn’t know he was there, but that doesn’t mean they’re not still very capable of hurting him for having to do all those things. But then again, Santa knew who was naughty or nice. And he wouldn’t ask him to do something that would endanger his safety if this ‘Wilbur’ guy wasn’t a good person right?

Tommy observed the Bean a little longer, as they ran their thumb over their palm. Their normally neat curly hair was all over the place and he could have sworn there were black bags under their eyes from lack of sleep. They suddenly turned their head and were staring straight at his crack by the book shelf. The Borrower was certain they couldn’t see him from the couch, but ducked back just slightly in case.

The Bean simply sighed as a small smile graced their features. Tommy was right about the black bags. Bean did not look like they had slept at all.

He thought back to what Santa had said.

I think you should try talking to him.

They certainly didn’t seem dangerous. Maybe they really weren’t bad like the Jolly man said?

But was it really worth taking the risk and talking to this guy?

Before he could dwell on it for much longer, the door bell sounded and Wilbur snapped his head to the sound before standing and stretching; their limbs popping and cracking slightly from their limited use. Before he left the living room, the man stopped and stared at his crack once more. Tommy didn’t dare breathe as they simply smiled and shook their head, before exiting and headed towards the front door.

Tommy allowed himself to exhale as the sound of footsteps got further away.

“Weirdo.” Tommy muttered to himself as he pushed himself back from the crack and began to head back to his bed for a well deserved rest.

He’d think about what Santa said, and just maybe he’d talk to this- Wilbur. If not, he hoped he'd meet Santa again so he could thank them in person.

Once he was back in his bed, Tommy quickly slipped in snuggling down, allowing himself to drift off to the chatter of beings much larger than himself from beyond the walls.

“Wil! So good to see you! It’s been ages!”

“Hi Dad, thanks for letting me host. I’m so glad you and Techno could make it!

“So are we, but you look like shit mate. Up late again? Wouldn't be related to that surprise you were telling us about?”

“You could say that…”

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Tommy never did meet Santa Claus again.

The card proudly on display in his new home, a secret hope he would one day and a constant reminder of what Santa had asked him to try.

And maybe one day, Tommy would finally take up the old man's advice and go and speak to Wilbur, and discover perhaps they may have been right.

Maybe then he’d finally have a friend to keep him warm during the holiday seasons and to rely on like he had wished.

One that seemed to always know just what he needed despite never telling them, and was very insistent about never wearing Santa costumes.

No matter how many times a little boy begged….

˗ ˏ ˋ ★ˎˊ ˗ ༺𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂༻༺𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼༻ ˗ ˏ ˋ ★ˎˊ ˗

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That was a lot of words....

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING TO THE END! I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it and it means a lot you read all the way through <3

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And cue rant: Honestly you guys have no idea just how much you all mean to me an in this community and the impact you've had on me in the last year alone. I could not be more thankful for being apart of this and getting to know you guys. Getting so back into writing has been really good for me and rekindled something I love so I can't thank you enough.

And even though I know I've been a little quieter online, I'm still here lurking about and working on projects. A lot has happened in the last few months alone and I'm quite happy that I'm limiting myself to be a bit more healthier with my online habits.

Anyways thanks so much if you read this far!

Thanks to my Beta readers @a-xyz-s squishy and munchkin for reading this for me, and I wish you all a very safe and wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year!

-Beckyu ❤️

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