#t!philza

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eyyy guess who's bringing you another story! completed this time☝️

So basically Tommy got “stolen” by a giant and Karl, who was supposed to keep an eye on him, is freaking out rn. So he gets to Phil and tells him everything and Phil decides to go save his lil son, together with Karl and Quackity. Meanwhile Tommy is yapping Sapnap’s ear off, while Sapnap rescued him from a snow storm that's coming, not knowing that Tommy wasn't abandoned.

Phil didn't want to believe his son was dead. He couldn't. He knew he had to save him. And so, despite the approaching snowstorm, he, Karl, and Quackity set out in the giant's footsteps. They both followed at his side, boots sinking deep into the snow.

The Giants footsteps were already fading, snow filling them in as the wind howled louder with every step, but Phil did not slow. He believed that Tommy was still alive...and if not, at least he would get his revenge.

Karl glanced at the towering trees and then at the massive footprints ahead of them, his grip tightening around his weapon. “You know a few arrows and swords aren’t going to do much against a giant,”

he muttered. Quackity reached out to gently squeeze his hand. “We’re not there yet,” he said quietly. “Let’s not decide how impossible it is before we have to.”

The wind screamed between the branches. Phil didn’t answer. He just kept walking.

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Sapnap was wandering through the forest, quite close to the human village, looking for some useful supplies. But as he was leaving, he heard rustling in the bushes and a child's voice screaming something.

"STAY BACK!” the kid yelled, voice cracking halfway through the sentence. “I’LL-I’LL KILL YOU, YOU STUPID MONSTER!”

Sapnap froze. The boy couldn't have been more than eight. Maybe nine. Golden messy hair that was like a beacon in this snowy forest. The sword trembled in his hands, but he did not let go. He stood resolutely, ready to fight. Sapnap towered over him. He crouched.

The boy backed away a little, but didn't run. He raised his sword a little higher, as if it might help him somehow.

“I'm not scared of you!” he shouted.he absolutely was. The snow was now starting to fall more and more. The wind was picking up, bending the tree branches loudly. Sapnap looked up at the sky. It was slowly but surely getting dark. Then he looked back at the boy and sighed.

“You can't stay out here” he said.

"I didn't say I'd stay. You're standing in my way” The boy snapped back immediately.

“I was going somewhere” the boy continued. Sapnap looked behind him. The path he had come on had already been swallowed up by a thick layer of snow. They were quite far from the village. “Where” Sapnap asked.

The boy opened his mouth. Closed it. "Doesn't matter,” he said, loudly. “I know where I'm going”

The wind got stronger, almost beating Tommy down, it looked like he would hold on, but his feet slipped on the freshly fallen snow. Sapnap quickly caught him. The child froze, eyes wide with fear. His sword was on the ground, next to Sapnap's hand, on which Tommy now lay sprawled. Sapnap let go of him, careful not to slip again.

"You'll freeze,” he said. “or get lost. Or both”“I'm not lost” the boy shot back. Snow gathered on his shoulders now. On his hair, and on the little wooden sword, still on the ground.The wind screamed. The boy looked past Sapnap, into the trees, into the white void that the coming storm was forming. Then, he took a step closer to the giant.

"Fine,” he muttered. “I'll go with you”Sapnap blinked. He didn't intend this at all....but he couldn't leave the child here to freeze to death.“But,” the boy added immediately, picking the sword from the ground, and pointing it at him, “you don't get to boss me around”

“It's until the storm's over. And then I'm leaving” They stared at each other for a moment before Sapnap answered. “....Fine”

The kid nodded “Good. my name's Tommy by the way!” he said cheerfully.

Sapnap smiled. “mine’s Sapnap” Sapnap held out his hands to him, Tommy, still a little scared by the size of him, carefully climbed into his palms, gripping his sword tightly. Sapnap got up and gently pressed him to his chest to keep him from the increasing wind, and set off on his journey to his cave.

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Snow came down in thick, blinding sheets, the wind screaming so loudly it drowned out their footsteps. Even Phil was starting to feel it now, the creeping fear that the forest might win tonight.

Then Quackity stopped.

“Phil,” he said sharply, pointing ahead.At first, it looked like nothing more than a hill buried beneath snow. But then Phil saw it, a faint, flickering glow coming through something that could be a window.

Light. Someone was in there. They didn’t hesitate. They found a small hole that they, except for Phil, easily squeezed through. Phil's large wings made it quite difficult to get through, but fortunately he managed. They were enveloped in a pleasant warmth, rubbing against Phil's frozen wings.

The inside of the cave wasn't something he would expect. it wasn't dark or damp. The stone walls curved smoothly, opening into something….homely.

Fire cracked from a nearby fireplace, illuminating a large bed, or rather a nest made of piles of straw and cloth, shelves and wooden furniture far too large to belong to any normal man.and there. by the fireplace. Phil's breath hitched.

Tommy sat on the floor in front of the fire, wrapped in a thick blanket that nearly swallowed him whole. Hair’s still messy as always. He seemed...unharmed.and in his hands there was a massive piece of something brown and crumbly. A biscuit. Or at least….something similar.

“Tommy” Phil whispered and came closerthe boy froze mid bite, he looked up slowly.

“Oh- hi dad!”

Phil crossed the room in a second, Karl and Quackity following him, making sure that the giant was nowhere nearby. He dropped to his knees, hands gripping Tommy's shoulders, checking him everywhere at once, just to be sure he was real, and unharmed.

“you scared us half to death, mate” Phil said, his voice slightly cracking.“do you have any idea-”

Tommy grinned “I've made a new friend!” Karl let out a shaky laugh behind them.

"We need to go” Phil said after a moment, already tugging gently at the blanket “We don't know when that thing could come back. We'll talk later, okay?”

Tommy hesitated.“I dunno,” he muttered. “it's warm here. And he said I could stay”

Phil paused “he?”

That was when the ground trembled.Heavy footsteps echoed from behind the door. The warmth of the room suddenly felt very, very small.Phil stood up, instinctively pulling Tommy behind him. Both Karl and Quackity reached for their weapons. and then, the giant stepped into the room.The giant stopped when he noticed the three armed men, and Tommy peeking from behind one of them.“So you in fact got lost” Sapnap said toward Tommy. Tommy frowned

“Hey-”Phil swallowed. Every instinct screamed at him to run, to fight, but his body refused to move.“We're taking mine son home” Phil said firmly. Sapnap looked at him. His eyes narrowed, not in anger, but in calculation. “No,” Sapnap said simply.Karl stiffened and Quackity’s grip tightening on his sword.Sapnap raised one of his massive hands, Palm open. A gesture meant to calm, though it only emphasized how easily he could crush all of them if he wanted to.

“Not because I wanna do something to y'all,” Sapnap continued. “But because the storm has gotten way worse”

The wind still loudly howling outside, banging on the door, like it was about to break in.

“You will not make it back to village” Phil hesitated. He looked towards the door, then back at Sapnap. Sapnap's voice softened.

“You are all welcome to stay,” he said. “Until the storm passes” he added.

An offer. One that did not felt like a choice.

“And if we refuse?” Quackity said, still ready to attack at any moment.

“Then I will still not let you leave,” he replied. “i will not watch four people walk to their death.” Silence settled heavy over the room. suddenly Tommy tugged on Phil's sleeve.

"Dad” he whispered. “he's really friendly, don't worry” Phil sighed. They had no choice. He lowered his weapon and signaled the others to do the same.

“Fine,” he said "thank you…for letting us stay”

Sapnap nodded, and moved slowly to settle himself on the far side of the fireplace, folding his legs beneath him. For a long time, no one spoke. Then Tommy shifted in his blanket.He leaned forward, squinting at Sapnap like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

Then-“If I bit you,” he said thoughtfully, “would my teeth break?”

Phil inhaled sharply.

Sapnap stared at him. “…Please don’t test that.

”Tommy grinned. “Okay.” He shifted again, the blanket slipping off one shoulder as he crawled a little closer to Sapnap.

“Do you ever get bored?” he asked.

“Bored?”

“Yeah. Like-” Tommy gestured vaguely. “When you’re just here. All alone. Do you, like, talk to yourself?”

Sapnap hesitated. “…Sometimes.”

“Same,” Tommy said immediately. “Dad says it’s weird but I think it helps you think.

”Phil opened his mouth, then closed it again. Quackity snorted softly, leaning closer to Karl. “he got a point.” Karl hummed in agreement, eyes never leaving Sapnap, being more curious rather than afraid now. Karl leaned back against the wall, letting out a long, shaky breath.

“I can’t believe we actually made it,” he murmured, eyes on the fire.Quackity settled beside him, brushing a hand over Karl’s. “Yeah” he said softly.

Karl’s hand twitched where it met Quackity’s. Quackity rested his head on Karl's shoulder and closed his eyes slightly. Outside, the wind still howled loudly, snow piling higher. Inside, the fire flickered, casting long shadows across the walls. For a moment, everything felt… okay. Sapnap quietly watched them from the other side of the fireplace, letting the humans have their moment. His expression softened slightly, though he didn’t move closer, yet.

“He’s… surprisingly nice,” Karl said softly. “For something that scary" he chuckled nervously

Quackity chuckled with him "yeaah" he said and snuggled closer to Karl

[odusseus-xvi]

First Event on The Realm today ! Etoiles should be on but then again it's Etoiles he might choose to do something else in the end or forget entirely that an event is taking place and arrive late HHHHH

In Any case maybe CodeBreakers Reunion perhaps.......

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I’m so happy to finish this ugh, I think this is the best vore descriptions I’ve written so far? Let me know how y’all liked it :)

If I made any mistakes no I didn’t, we wrote this partially at midnight and then the next morning on very little sleep. Lol. (Also. One day I’ll finish my requests, HAHAH, don’t worry I haven’t forgotten them)

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As the Sun Sets

(2722 words) [fearplay, miscommunication, violence]

Walking along the wall was Philza and his two adopted dragon children. The skull masked one, Chayanne, was leading the group, proud dark purple scales on display as his tail whipped from side to side, a much smaller Tallulah gripping onto it lightly with her teeth. She was speckled with brown and blue, and her features were quite reminiscent of being aquatic, while Chayanne’s features were sharp and like knives, and was more striking of a scorpion, if anything. His body was his armor, tough skin built for anything, while Tallulah was meek, her petite body built for beauty instead.

Philza walked behind them, keeping an eye on his oversized children as they attempted to slow to his pace. He felt a spark of pride flicker inside his chest, watching how Chayanne was so careful with Tallulah, making sure to defend her at any cost. He’d tear obstructions out of their way with his claws, and nudge a path out for her, as she’d shyly pass through.

Phil loved his children a lot. He’d do anything to protect them, just like how he knew Chayanne would do anything to protect Tallulah.

Chayanne always striked Phil as reminiscent of Technoblade. They were both deeply caring, and highly protective, going to great lengths to defend their loved ones, no matter the cost. It was a charming quality, but Phil always had a fear in the back of his mind that it could be Chayanne’s downfall. He always prioritized others above himself, and that was worrisome.

Philza looked up into the sky, and estimated the time, “Hey, mates, it’s gonna get dark soon, let’s head back okay?”

The dragons turned around, and Tallulah let go of Chayanne’s tail for a moment, brushing herself against him instead. Chayanne made a chirp of acknowledgement and Tallulah dipped her head.

The dad waved his hand in motion for them to follow along, “Alright, come on you two.”

The sun was setting, and admittedly, Philza should’ve realized earlier. If only he hadn’t been so caught up in his own thoughts. Neither dragons could fly yet, their wings weren’t ready for that type of work, so they’d have to make the trek back on foot. It’s not like they couldn’t handle mobs, it would just be annoying to deal with. Chayanne might get caught up in the fight, too.

At least they had the beautiful scenic view of the sun dipping behind the land in the distance, meeting the ocean around the island. No matter how many centuries Philza lived through, the sunset took his breath away everytime.

Tallulah met beside Phil, and she nudged at his shoulder. She was very small compared to Chayanne, but still at least two feet taller than her dad, when she was on all fours.

They traveled back along against the wall, occasionally peering out at the forest, the trees obstructing their vision of any threats that might be posed in the distance.

They would be safe, Philza assured himself. He wasn’t exactly anxious, but he wanted to be cautious anyway. No need to have any unnecessary injuries.

Everything was going okay so far. Philza was chatting with the two dragons, and they’d chirp back, but occasionally pause to write a response on a sigh instead. Their handwritings were scratchy, words written with claws, but legible. They were mostly making small talk, nothing too important. Phil had commented on how much he loved the sunset, to the agreement of his kids.

It was turning out to be a pleasant walk back. Phil might’ve realized his guard had slipped in any other scenario, but he couldn’t now, simply enjoying his time with Chayanne and Tallulah, walking between the two dragons who were his family and love.

The sudden flash of a neon green light shot out, and Phil was blinded by the sudden brightness against the now-approaching night sky. He shielded his vision, eyes adjusting to the light in front of him, and with horror, he realized the creature in the air before them was the binary entity. Phil’s heart sank and his body tensed up, arm reaching instantly towards his sword, drawing it with a vengeful glint in his eye. He watched as Chayanne stepped in front of him and let out an enraged roar. His spiked tail whipped warningly, and Tallulah cowered behind Phil, body shrinking like she was his shadow.

The formless figure shaped its code around to resemble arms outstretched from its main body, and it zipped through the sky like lightning. It was suddenly overwhelming Phil, darting past his body, leaving sharp cuts along him as it whipped around him. He could hear Tallulah squeak in fear, and Chayanne let out a booming shriek, swinging his tail around to smack the entity like a flyswatter to a pesky bug.

The code monster was thwacked out of the air and collided hard against the ground, kicking up clumps of dirt. It was a brief moment of getting reorganized. Phil turned quickly towards his children, as Chayanne approached Tallulah with a pinched up terrified expression. She bowed her head at him, and he widened his mouth. Philza felt his heartbeat throbbing in his ears, breath heavy, as he watched in terror; Chayanne’s maw stretched open and scooped Tallulah up in one fell swoop. She disappeared behind a click of Chayanne’s teeth, and a large bump followed down the dragon's throat.

He wasn't allowed to question it any longer, as the code monster had recovered and was flying through the air again. Philza braced for the impact of its knife-like cuts, but his world was suddenly til shifted as his body was thrown up into the air. Philza’s breath was knocked out of his chest, staring downward was an open maw. His son’s open maw.

Everything seemed to slow, as his immortal life flashed behind his eyes. Chayanne has just swallowed Tallulah whole, and he was the next victim. He hadn’t any time to mourn his daughter, nor himself, as time returned to normal and gravity plummeted the man straight into the open mouth.

Teeth were sharp all around him, and he clung onto Chayanne’s tongue like a lifeline. The squishy appendage rolled around, and the pointed tongue curled in on itself, trying to push Phil back to his throat.

The man was filled with anxiety, kicking and flailing desperate, like his brain was powered only by instinct to survive. The uvula dangled, curling up and contorting as the mouth he was trapped inside shifted about. The tongue nudged and prodded at Philza, but he refused to go down easy. Something was seriously wrong with Chayanne right now, and Phil needed to make it out alive to find out what. Maybe there was a chance to save Tallulah too, before it was too late.

Philza reached and tried to climb, but was only slipping and losing his grip under the squishy tongue, salvia being Phil’s worst enemy. He used his nails, trying to pry himself up.

Chayanne’s body dramatically shook, and it felt as if he had been knocked over. Phil’s spot was taken from him, and he fell a significant amount. Chayanne’s constant movement was making it impossible, and then the worst thing Philza could’ve hoped would never happen happened.

He felt as Chayanne’s head lifted upward, leaving Philza grasping to hold onto the dragon's uvula. His son swallowed hard, tongue pushing up against the already soaked man, and uvula shifting around so Phil was kicking. His sandal slipped off and felt into the abyss of Chayanne’s esophagus. Phil had tried so hard to hold it until now, but a sudden grief ridden sob took over his body, and it was his downfall. As his body shook, his grip was lost, and he found himself trapped between squishy walls within the blink of an eye.

The walls of the throat squished Philza, his body folding along the wetness. His struggles were pointless, and nothing was good enough to grab, so the hard swallows that followed were more than enough to drag Phil deeper into his doom. The man let himself cry. For himself. For Tallulah. For Chayanne.

Within short lived moments, Phil wasn’t being squeezed anymore, and he slipped into a pool of some kind. As his mind raced, he realized this was the stomach. Dark, drenched, and dangerous. His eyes squinted, needy for a source of light to judge how fast he was going to die, and if escape might still be possible. The darkness was hard, but a few seconds gave him just enough that Phil could make out outlines.

In front of him was Tallulah. His beautiful daughter. She was small, she had shifted into her humanoid form again. Philza sludged wobbly through the pool. His hands came around her body, and he hugged her.

She let out small chirps, aroused from the touch. Her pretty brown eyes blinked open and she looked up to meet eyes with her dad. His heart panged, so grateful that she was still alive.

The dragon was thrust around again, sloshing the wetness up and splashing against the stomach walls. Tallulah tightened her claws into Philza’s shirt, steadying against his weight. They silently decided sitting was less dangerous, and Phil sat Tallulah onto his lap, brushing fingers through her soaking curled hair.

“Oh my gods, Tallulah,” he swore he’d never cried so much, “I was so worried.”

She tilted her head and a small noise sounded from her chest. Her sweater paws wrapped around him in a warm embrace.

“I’ll find us a way out,” Phil bit his lip, the words feeling rotten on his tongue. It felt like a lie, and he wouldn’t promise a thing to her now. As much as he wanted to stay positive, things were looking hopeless.

Philza glanced around, the walls were a deepend purple hue, squiggly and textured. The faint shine reflected on them, showing off the small hints of blue and green. Everything felt small inside the stomach, the space was little, and the stomach contracted around them ever so often, a claustrophobic dread washing over him with every slosh of acid.

Chayanne’s body was no longer being flailed and thrown around, Phil realized. The only movement was a steady rhythmic pattern; walking, if he had to guess.

“I think things have calmed down, Tallulah,” Phil gulped, “Maybe Chayanne will realize now and let us out.”

His daughter made that same tiny movement. Confused body language.

“What is it?” He glanced down at her frown. He squinted, making out her limited sign language skills.

“S-a-f-e. No Tallulah, this isn’t safe right now, I’m gonna make us safe though, if it’s the last thing I do-,” he was cut off by her nudging him.

“S-a-f-e, yes Tallulah, I understood. I’m saying that-“ She crossed her arms and pointed at the spot they were sitting, then around in a circular motion towards the stomach walls. She repeated the word, emphasizing each letter in her hands.

The man was confused, and a little concerned, “Are you saying we’re safe right now,” a nod, “we aren’t, Tallulah. I’m going to-“

Their bodies were shifted around once more, tossed around inside the organ. The walls squeezed in on them again, making ‘gllk’ and sloppy sounds as the walls seemed to throb like a heart. Suddenly, Philza, with a death grip on Tallulah , was being pushed back up the esophagus. The man was overtaken by dizziness as light once again flooded his senses, and a hard thud knocked against his back. His hands still carried Tallulah’s meek weight, and his disoriented state kept him laying on the ground.

Several deep breaths later, senses coming back into fruition, Philza was ready to properly open his eyes and see what the hell was going on.

He was immediately met with Chayanne’s snout, exhales breathing over his body. He jolted up, backing up slightly. Chayanne and Tallulah were staring at him so calmly, like nothing deeply traumatic had just happened.

The deep purple dragon slowly shifted back, scales morphing into skin, entire figure shrinking, tail and horns sliding into a proportionate size to his child body. He tilted his head at his dad.

Breathless, the man tried to stand, “W-what the fuck?!”

The boy pulled out a yellow sign, placing it on the ground. He crouched the carve in his sentence. When finished, he scooted to the side, sitting with the duck floaty around his body comfortably.

“I’m confused dad, what’s wrong?” Phil read, “MATE. You just ate me and your sister! How is that not obviously the problem?!”

Chayanne shrunk into himself, tail curling around his legs. He looked ashamed now.

Tallulah took her turn to write, a purple sign displayed for Philza.

Again, he read it aloud, “This is a dragon thing.” He made a noise of disbelief, “You’re just able to swallow each other alive, no problem?!”

A casual nod from both children.

“How haven’t I known this sooner?! Would’ve saved a lot of panic!” His stern tone came to a halt, staring at the sad expressions of the siblings, “Okay. I’m sorry for how I reacted. You two need to let me know about things this important though, okay? Your dad needs to know if he’s going to get swallowed alive next time.”

Then the situation hit him, “Oh shit, is everyone okay?”

Chayanne had a few cuts. Nothing serious, upon inspection. Tallulah was unscathed. Phil had some nasty slices along his face, but it would be fine with some painkillers and days to heal.

Inside Chayanne’s room, Philza bandaged the boy up, as Tallulah bounced happily on the bed. Phil was knelt down, sticking another bandage over Chayanne’s arm. The blood was dried, so he’d wiped the dark remnants away with a damp cloth. The boy was peering down, and even through the mask, Phil could sense the sadness within him.

He hummed, “What’s up?” He patted Chayanne’s chest, finishing up the bandages and medicine. The boy sighed, taking his place beside his sister on the bed. He leaned against her, and Tallulah wrapped his arm around his waist.

Chayanne’s lower lip quivered, taking out a sign and slowly started writing on it. Phil waited patiently, putting the medical supplies away. He occasionally glanced over to his son, frowning at Chayanne’s sad expression. Tallulah watching over his shoulder, eyebrows furrowing as she watched his sentence form.

Chayanne turned the finished sign around, dipping his head and avoiding all eye contact.

Philza read it out. “Did I fail?” His breath slowed and instantly rushed over to wrap Chayanne into his arms, squeezing him tightly, “Of course not, you saved us. You protected us, Chayanne.” His heart twisted and he held him closer. Phil shifted, bringing Chayanne into his lap as he sat up on the bed, leaning against the wall with his son resting now on his chest, “Listen, mate, you did amazing. I’m sorry how I acted, I didn’t know what was up. But you got me and your sister out of there. I’m just so fucking sorry you had to fight alone.”

The little dragon whimpered, and Tallulah scooted over to join the hug. She held up a sign for him, reading, ‘We love you!’

He whimpered in response, biting his tongue to hold back the tears.

“It’s okay. You can cry. You’re allowed,” Philza whispered out. His son needed the confirmation now more than anything. His son’s hold tightened, and a bundle of tears and twitches broke through him. Tallulah and Phil kept him close, comforting him through his sobs. They rubbed circles into his clothes.

After a few minutes, his cries died out, and they were left holding one another. Philza wordlessly stood from the bed, and tucked the two under the blankets, fluffing their pillows and bending down to press kisses against either of their foreheads.

“You both were perfect today,” he spoke softly, “Get some sleep. I love you both so much.”

Tallulah held up a hand, sleepily showing the sign for ‘I love you.’ Chayanne made a few groggy clicks, before turning to hold his sister, wrapping around her smaller body in a protective cuddle. They both purred, closing their eyes and adjusting quietly. Philza smiled, waiting until they fell asleep before he silently left, shutting the door with a click behind him.

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To Fly Once More

HI GUYS!!! LOOK AT ME!!! TWO FICS WITHIN THE SAME WEEK?! HELLO!? So super super short one and definitely not with characters you thought you’d be reading about today so WOOOO FOR SURPRISES! Literally just wanted to write this even if its a bit generic so hope you all enjoy!!!

cw: past trauma, minor gore details (ripped wing), fluff, minor romance, happy endings. She’s just fluff peeps. Just fluff :3

 wc: 1391

Phil hasn't been able to fly for a long time. 

 His wing was badly injured to the point it was beyond repair. Trying to adjust for survival had been the worst experience of his life. As they say:

 A downed bird is a dead bird. 

 But Phil was more than just his avian roots. 

 He'd survive.

 Even if it meant stealing from humans, he'd make it. 

 Humans were terrifying. They were greedy, selfish but above all unpredictable; but when he’d had his wings, the adrenaline rush of living so close to them had been thrilling. While he’d had his wings, he’d flown from his humble forest abode, to the small neighbourhood of Essempi street, watching and getting to know its residents.

 There were these 3 roommates at the east end of Essempi that would always be rough housing whenever given the chance at one end, with a boy who loved to dress in a flourish of rainbow colours and hoodies that hung out with the fiery one a lot next door. Across the street, a man known for his expertise in gambling and iconic blue beanie. He liked to pinch whatever shiny items he could when they did outdoor poker night. Which was funny when they’d get accused for cheating (because they had been, just not with the shinies :)

 At the opposite end, a pink haired girl and a white haired one lived together, their home always emitting heavenly smells of home baked goods. And across the street from them, a man who wore blue and red shades that would often be around stealing taste testing the pies. Phil tried to only ever take what he would need from them, but sometimes he couldn’t help but take a whole cupcake.

 And then of course there was the middle of the street, which homed 3 rather loud occupants and their mother.

 The brunette was the most talented musician he’d ever heard, the pinkette skilled in the art of the sword in a way that he himself would never match with his needle, and the youngest of the 3 was wild blonde child, who's energy and clingy nature made him endearing despite their loudness.

 But his favourite was the mother.

 Hair a dark brown and looked as soft as clouds, dressed in purples that accentuated her warm hazel eyes and a kindness that could rival no other, Phil loved her. Unlike her 3 sons, she was gentle and cared for those around her with such grace. Out of every human on the street of Essempi, Kristen was the only one he would ever feel at ease with. 

 And the only human that knew of his existence.

 While the rest of the street of Essempi were aware of ‘something’ that would take their belongings, Kristen was the only one who knew what it was that had; the human happening to catch a glance at him in her garden one day.

 She’d never chased him, or demanded he show himself, simply talked and offered him a bite to eat before he went on his way. And Phil had accepted the offer. Albeit it from a distance, but Kristen met her little black bird, and Phil his human giant.

 It became routine.

 Every Tuesday, in the mid morning sun, Kristen would go out to her garden with a small plate and set it on one of the lower branches of the tree for Phil to perch. With her 3 boys at school, the two would chat and bask in each other's company, speaking of whatever came to mind. Kristen sharing of her work and boys, and Phil sharing of his day to day life in the forest and around Essempi street.

Or they had, until that fateful day. 

He’d been attacked by a falcon and in his attempt to break free, had his right wing in shred in half, leaving feathers askew, bones exposed and blood gushing as he plummeted down to earth for his demise.

 Somehow he’d managed to survive, his memory from being in the air and between just immense pain was all but a blur, but he had lived.

 But to continue living? How would that be so?

 He came to Essempi Street for supplies and the rush to not get caught, but he lived far off in the forest, through dense foliage and over rivers. And he had nose dived into a ditch, on the outskirts where the forest met the quaint street.

 To journey home in his current state would spell imminent death.

So he took his only option, and moved into the garden of his favourite residents.

 That first week had been agonisingly painful. Adjusting to not only getting around on foot, but coming to the realisation he would never fly again. It had been his whole life, his freedom, and now what was left of his wings was but a heavy reminder of the life he’d led. Getting food became even harder, resulting in him taking far more than he would normally from the humans’ garden just to avoid over exerting energy to get there.

 He was in so much pain, it wouldn’t be long before he either died from the poor job at patching his wing, or from some wild animal getting themselves a free meal. He was sure he was done for.

Until Kristin had found him. 

The human had been worried about him when he’d missed their usual catch up, but figured he may have been busy. That was until she found the small scattered feathers and trails of dried blood a few days later, leading to a hole inside the garden shed where she had inevitably found the small avian, curled up in a sorry excuse for a nest in his broken state.

 She was the one who had taken him into her home and patched him up. 

 She was the one who gave him a new chance at life.

 And she was the one giving him the chance to fly again.

 “Are you sure this will be okay?” He’d asked hesitantly. 

 It had been almost a year since that fateful day and Phil now knew the Crafts through and through. Wilbur, Technoblade and Tommy had been infatuated with the small avian and quickly he and the 3 boys were acting as if they’d known him their whole life. 

 And Kristin? The two had fallen for each other, and their relationship had only blossomed. She was the first human he had ever fully willingly gone to and been touched by. The first he ever allowed to get so close and know about his whole world. A world that had become the entire human womans being. A bond formed of love and trust. Which led to now, an act of kindness that the love of his life had been planning for months.

He was going to fly again.

Though this was his deepest desire, the phantom feeling of talons ripping his wings to have him falling to his doom ached at his back.

 “I’ve been designing this and practicing for months Phil.” Kristen spoke softly. “I promise it will be fine and even if it's not, I’ll be here to catch you.”

 Phil smiled up at the human from where he sat in her cupped hand. Kristen would never let him fall.

 “Are you ready my love?” 

Phil took a deep breath and nodded, a strong conviction in his gaze.

“Let's do this.” 

Kristen slowly maneuvered Phil into the small seat and placed the little harness over himself. Kristen gently placed the carrier down and walked forward and away from Phil holding a thin piece of string.

“Hold on tight.”

As Kristen ran forward, Phil gripped the carrier, eyes squeezed tightly shut, as he felt the whole thing lift up and into the air. Air rushed around him and he could feel the shift as he went up higher and higher.

“YOU DID IT PHIL! YOU DID IT!!” Kristen called from somewhere down below.

Hesitantly, he peaked an eye open before opening both wide in awe. 

 He was high above the ground, clouds almost in reach as he glided across the sky in his carrier kite.

 He laughed, joyful tears beginning to slowly trail down his face as he slowly lifted his arms from the carrier to spread them out wide in delight.

 He was flying.

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And bada bing bada boom! All done! See? Fluffy!!!

Thanks for reading to the end and I hope you enjoyed! Really liked writing this one and I can’t believe I wrote this at work. Like seriously, I love this job so much already and its only been 3 days!!!

Not sure when the next fic will be out but if you’ve seen my blog, you may have seen the an announcement about a fic on the way. What could it be? Who knows... 👀

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[axolotoftims]

You like QSMP hm???

What are your thoughts on g!Forever and t!philza? Perhaps with g!Missa?

Honestly it would be very funny if it's G!Forever and t!Philza since well knowing Forever he'd probably never let Philza go. For Phil with G!Missa I can see that being on the wholesome side especially if you add Chayanne to the mix. But G!Forever and G!Missa together well it'll basically be two giant guys fighting over one tiny crow man lol

[justarandomsloth]

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!?

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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.

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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!!)

[corysmiles]

How to Train Your Giant Pt.2

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Friendly giant au

Notes: mmm hope you like cliffhangers and cosmic horrors (also jack manifold i guess)

Cw: language, blood, mild body horror (not of any main characters)

Part 1

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Only an hour in to their training patrol, Tubbo was already ready to go home, or at least curl up in Ranboo’s den and take a long long nap. If he closed his eyes he could almost pretend he was in the safety of the den covered in blankets and fur. He inhaled trying to hold onto his daydream, but it was quickly ruined by the sound of his boot squelching in the mud.

The actual patrol wasn’t hard- hell, he’d done the same exact route hundreds of times- but the tension between Jack and Ranboo was awful. 

Phil and Techno lead them from the front with torches and swords out, and Jack trailed like a starved dog. Every few seconds he’d glance back at Ranboo with pinched brows like he was worried if he stopped looking the giant would suddenly attack. At one point he even tripped on a tree root while staring back. He fell face first into the dirt, and while Ranboo looked like a kicked puppy Tommy was quick to bully the man.

Meanwhile, at the very back of the group, Tommy, Ranboo, and Tubbo marched along. Tubbo stayed right beside the giant’s steady footsteps while Tommy stayed just a few steps ahead. Droplets of cold water sprayed up at Tubbo whenever Ranboo’s feet dug into the grass, but he didn’t bring it up- even when his green shirt looked almost black from how muddy it was. The tight frown permanently plastered on Ranboo’s face was bad enough- he didn’t want to upset the giant any more.

“Hey you alright?” Tubbo asked softly as he slowed down a bit, letting the others get farther ahead.

Ranboo glanced down and gnawed on his lip. Blood was already forming from where sharp teeth had cut through the muscle.

“Mhm, I’m fine,” he said curtly.

Tubbo frowned and jogged forward until he could reach the giant’s tail. The long appendage was tightly wound around the giant’s leg, but he was still able to grab it to tug on the fur. He expected Ranboo to slow down so they could talk or at least find it funny, but instead he just froze in place. A weird feeling curled up in Tubbo’s gut when Ranboo shot him a dangerous look before whipping his tail away.

“Tubbo, please stop,” he shook his head, “This is serious.”

His voice only raised a bit, but it was enough to draw Jack’s attention even from several yards in front of them. The other trainee’s head snapped towards the giant, and Tubbo could pinpoint the moment Ranboo noticed. His ears flattened against his head and his mouth slammed shut. 

He looked so small.

Tubbo wanted to comfort him, to take him back to the den and cuddle up in his fur, but he knew his dad would be furious if either of them left. The only way the guard was even letting Ranboo live was by helping the guard... There was no way he’d let Ranboo just walk off.

But every time Jack so much as looked at Ranboo, the giant looked like he got caught committing a crime. He looked so guilty, even though there was nothing he could do to control his appearance; even though Tubbo had spent months trying to help convince Ranboo that he wasn’t a monster.

He just really hoped this one lesson wouldn’t completely ruin their progress.

The group walked on like that for almost an hour before anything changed. They stepped down over a log bridge onto one of the many forked paths of the trainee route. Ranboo struggled to get down onto the smaller path but he eventually was able to squeeze under the tree tops by folding his upper body over. His tail trailed behind nervously like he was afraid to move in the tighter space, and his eyes darted back and forth into the trees.

This section of the forest had always been Tubbo’s least favorite anyway. Ever since Tommy had been attacked by a badger-hawk when they had just joined he’d never liked it (not that he really liked any part of the forest).

The area was darker than most parts of the woods, which was saying a lot since most of the forest had heavy foliage that blocked out all light. There was just something about how the branches curled around like mangled limbs that filled Tubbo with a sense of dread. Instead of the gigantic bright green pine trees that covered the rest of the forest, large twisted oak trees surrounded the path. On the tops of almost every tree, Tubbo could just barely make out the shape of giant bird nests; he just hoped he would not have to see their inhabitants.

“God why are we going this way?” Jack grumbled as he jumped over a massive root protruding from the dirt.

“Its shorter,” Phil said as he turned back to Jack, “Don’t want overwhelm our new trainee on his first day. And first rule for you Ranboo, don’t complain like Jack- won’t get you anywhere.”

Tommy burst out in laughter at Jack’s shocked expression, but Tubbo couldn’t help but focus on Ranboo’s shy smile. He tried to hide it, but Tubbo could tell how much he wanted Phil to like him. Deep within Ranboo’s small movements and nervous speech laid a desire to be wanted- a desire Tubbo knew very well.

“Oh uh its fine. Actually. I live in it-uh the forest- so like...its not bad. We can go a longer way if you want,” Ranboo stammered.

“Nah don’t let Jack’s complaining get to you,” Techno hummed in amusement, “He’s been a trainee for years and at this rate it’ll stay that way.”

Jack sputtered in protest, but before he could argue something huge dashed across the tree top. Leaves and  twigs cascaded over them, and Tubbo had to jump away to avoid getting hit by a massive branch. 

Quickly he whipped out his sword but the creature was already gone, far, far ahead of them.

“What the fuck was that?” Tommy asked, before being immediately shushed by Phil.

His brother glared and tried to talk back to their dad, but the older man was completely focused on the tree tops. Tubbo looked around nervously, but it all looked the same. The only movement came from the wind gently pushing the leaves.

“Phil-″ Techno didn’t get a chance to finish before another loud crash reverberated through the trees.

Tubbo drew his sword in panic and shuffled closer to Ranboo. However, the giant seemed just as worried, his eyes darting around frantically to figure out what was wrong.

“Stay behind us!” Techno yelled back as a loud pounding sound filled the forest.

Within seconds the sound was on top of them as hundreds of gigantic creatures leaped through the tree tops. Ranboo growled and inched closer to the group, but the monsters above them payed him no mind. Tubbo watched in awe as leaves fell around them like hail until one of the branches above them snapped with a loud crack.

A large branch came crashing down and Techno had to push Jack away so he wouldn’t get hit. However, the branch wasn’t all that fell. Tubbo felt his breath catch in his throat as a ginormous hairy beast plummeted through the trees. Its body twisted midair in an awful sort of grace before hitting the ground with a crunch. Immediately, Ranboo’s tail shot in front of Tubbo and Tommy like a shield making the creature scramble away. 

“Just a raccoon-cat,” Phil snarled as he swung the torch at the creature, “Don’t let it scratch you who knows what diseases it has.”

It whimpered and fell over again, lashing out with its clawed paws, but Phil didn’t move. In horror, Tubbo realized a giant gash was dug into the creatures side and blood was dribbling out over its teeth. Its eyes narrowed at the light but he was fairly sure it couldn’t really see Phil with how wildly it flopped around.

“Wait, stop,” Tubbo frowned as he bent down to get a look at the thing’s injury, “I think it’s hurt.”

Phil narrowed his eyes and stepped closer to the beast just for it to screech in fear again. A few of the creatures still rushing through the trees whined in response. 

“You’re right,” Phil muttered as he knelt down next to it. Slowly he poked the beast’s injury with his boot, and watched as it squirmed in pain.

“What the...I’ve never seen so many of them before,” Techno murmured as he stared up at the hundreds of raccoon cats still racing across the tree tops. Blood and leaves fell down over them, but all they could do was watch as the one on the ground continued to howl in pain.

It only took a few minutes for the animals to disappear, leaving them in silence. The injured creature had long since stopped making any noise, but Tubbo felt too sick to check if it was breathing. He couldn’t explain it but something felt off.

And it seemed Ranboo agreed.

“We have to go,” the giant whispered, “Something’s wrong.”

“Well no shit,” Jack snapped as he turned to face Ranboo- his sword now pointed up at the giant, “You fucking lead them here didn’t you. Wanted to scare the shit out of us huh? The one time you come and hundreds of monsters show up, explain that.”

Red crossed Tubbo’s vision as he slid in front of Jack, his own sword drawn in retaliation, “Dont fucking talk to him like that. He didn’t do shit.” “Yeah well maybe monsters attract monsters huh? Ever thought of that?”

Tubbo seethed, jabbing the tip of his blade forward, “You fucking-″

Tubbo didn’t get to finish though before a roar shook the ground around them and shook the trees. He barely had time to think before he was pushed behind Ranboo by the giant’s tail. The force of the appendage hitting his chest knocked his breath out, but not any more than the sight in front of him did.

Tubbo, along with the others, crouched behind Ranboo’s tail in terror as an enormous shape (almost half Ranboo’s size) dashed through the trees. Phil’s breath stuttered as the form got closer and closer, until suddenly it seemed like it was shrinking.

The gigantic dark form twisted and molded until it was much smaller, and a medium sized raccoon-cat emerged from the trees.

“What the fuck,” Tommy hissed before being immediately shushed by Phil.

The raccoon-cat’s beady black eyes gazed around the path before settling on Ranboo. The giant tried to straighten his posture to look more intimidating, but the mangled web of branches above made it difficult. The small creature tilted its head and squeaked, and as terrified as Tubbo was, he had to admit it was almost cute. Its banded tail and masked face made it look soft and kind.

However, the mirage of safety didn’t last long.

Ranboo snarled at the creature and instantly its expression shifted. What he once thought was cute now resembled something straight from his nightmares. Tubbo swore he saw its bones push through its skin as the creatures muscles twisted and pinched it painful ways. Ranboo shuffled back as the creature started to grow and growled again, but nothing stopped its awful transformation.

Its skin tore off in shreds as it continued to grow up to the tree tops, rivaling Ranboo’s own height. Its claws grew enormously long and its snout flattened against its face. Even its coloring shifted as black and white patched splattered across its skin.

“A fucking chameleon,” Phil inhaled, “I can’t believe it.”

Tubbo felt frozen in place as he stared up at the newly formed giant. It flexed its clawed hands, and Tubbo couldn’t help but register all of its similarities. The giant- or the chameleon as his dad had called it- looked like if Ranboo stared into a broken mirror. It had all of the same parts, but everything was just a little off. Its teeth stuck out more and its horns were jagged and long. In horror, he even realized the chameleon had formed a yellowish bump on its horn to mimic Ranboo’s ring.

Phil’s hand grabbed at his own, and Tubbo squeezed as hard as he could. The situation almost reminded him of when he was little and was too afraid to go out in the dark. His dad would always grab his hand and walk with him, telling him how brave he was the entire time until he finally felt safe enough to be on his own. However, nothing could stop the terror that flowed through him though as the chameleon stepped forward. Even Ranboo, who usually had a handle on situations involving other giants, seemed aghast.

With an ear-piercing roar the chameleon threw itself at Ranboo, its claws digging into his sides as it tackled him to the ground. Urgently, Phil ushered their group behind the trees as the two giants rolled around, both trying to come out on top. Tubbo shouted as the chameleon bit down on Ranboo’s shoulder leaving a trail of blood on his robe. Instinctively, he tried to run out to help his friend but Phil yanked him back before he could.

“He needs help!” Tubbo screeched as he tried to squirm out of his dad’s grip.

From beside him he heard Tommy shout in anger and turned to see him in a similar situation but with Techno. His older brother held Tommy tight to his chest as he tried to kick his way free. At the sight of teeth digging into Ranboo’s neck Tubbo slammed his foot down on Phil’s. His dad yelped in pain, letting Tubbo free, but he had no time to celebrate before pure horror filled his body. Giant muddied eyes stared at them as blood dripped from the chameleon’s mouth. An odd clicking sound reverberated through its throat, before it lunged forward grabbing them all in its massive fist.

Ranboo wailed and lashed his tail out at the chameleon, but the other giant just grabbed the appendage in mid air. Tubbo felt the pressure momentarily  increase around his torso, and he swore he heard something crack as the chameleon dug its claws into Ranboo’s tail. 

This time when the chameleon let go Ranboo went limp on the ground. He cried out in pain, but there wasn’t anything he could do but watch. Tubbo gasped in fear as the chameleon lifted the humans up to its face to take a better look at its prey. Its gigantic narrow eyes glazed over, and all he could do was stare in horror as its maw opened beneath them. Tears burned their way down Tubbo’s face as its breath washed over him and his friends, his family, cried in fear.

When they were less than an arms-length away from the creatures teeth he slammed his eyes shut. If he was going to die he’d rather not see it. Instead he tried to focus on the warmth of the bodies next to him. He couldn’t exactly tell, but he was pretty sure Techno and Tommy were the bodies beside him.

The awful stench of the giant’s breath washed over them and Tubbo sent a silent prayer to whatever god there was, but the pain never came. His body was jolted to the side, and unceremoniously he was dropped onto the ground. The impact crushed his lungs and made him cough for air, but he was free. He turned back around just to see Ranboo struggling to fight back against the chameleon. Every time Ranboo hit it with his claws the creature struck right back, and as strong as Ranboo was he wasn’t built to be a fighter. 

Tubbo scrambled to grab his sword to help, but before he could something small whistled through the air. He didn’t even see what had happened before the chameleon collapsed, twitching on the ground. Tubbo snapped his head to the other side of the path and sure enough a brunette man stood tall with a bow in his hands. 

Ranboo collapsed, shaking the ground as he tried to catch his breath from the fight, and as much as he knew he should check on him, Tubbo couldn’t pull his eyes away from the strange man. The tall brunette nodded at their group before slinging his bow back over his shoulder, as if he hadn’t just downed a giant with one arrow.

“What the-,” Tommy faltered, “Who the fuck are you?”

The man tilted his head in amusement and ran his hand through his curls, “Well first off- your welcome.”

The first thing Tubbo noted was just how deep the man’s voice was. Even though he was just about Wilbur’s height the strength in his voice made him seem so much bigger. Although, the next thing he noticed was much stranger. The man had a piece of thin black fabric covering his eyes that he kept having to adjust. Every time Tubbo thought he was going to pull it down so he could see, the stranger just tugged it back over his eyes like a mask.

But more than that there was an air to him that felt strange. It wasn’t entirely bad, but it felt powerful, almost like he was royalty.

Tubbo didn’t have much more time to ponder though before the man walked over to help Jack up off the ground. The guard trainee groaned in pain and immediately leaned his weight against the man, regardless of the fact that they were a stranger.

“I’m Eret,” the man smiled, reaching his hand out to Phil, “It’s nice to meet you.”

[tinytek]

Our Kind oneshot - noms

Finally! Not chapter two but a oneshot :P

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

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

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

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Things were tentatively back to normal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Phil hesitated. “Can we hear you play?”

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

Slowly, he nodded and picked up his guitar again. 

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

.  .  .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When Phil was close enough to hear, he listened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He chose his next words carefully. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the hell—” he began to say. 

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

Oh fuck. Dad. 

“Techno, look, I can explain—” 

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

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

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

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

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

.  .  .

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

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

Wilbur dropped his hand and entered the cave.

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

“Oh, Wilbur, what are you—”

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

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

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

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

“Maybe… twenty minutes?” 

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

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

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

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

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

The body in his hands was shaking. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then… why not Techno, too?”

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

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

“But you didn’t—” Ranboo began.

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

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

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

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

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

Wilbur nodded. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Well, there you go ;P

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