And just like that, it’s finally done! This was for the 2022 MCYT G/T Secret Santa ‘winter wonderland’ and my assignment was 🥁🥁
@deathemo !! :)
I hope you like it! The prompt was: g!naga tommy and surprise tinies are out in the snow, tommy has to carry them and gets some intrustive thoughts, especially about how fragile the tinies and just how easy it would be for him just to squish them. It ends with them comforting tommy and it turns into a big fluf
Tw: intrusive thoughts, squeezing, dehumanization, slight fear (I think that’s it?)
word count: 1.5k
Cold. That was what led to this. Tommy’s tail slithered over the fresh snow as his human family trailed next to him. As a Naga, you’d think he would be freezing right now, with stiff limbs and a slowed heart while he slept in his brumation period. But Tommy wasn’t like most Nagas. As the biggest man alive, he was able to block out the cold with his thick scales and stay nice and warm from his human half.
The snowstorm took them completely by surprise while the misfit family spent a day in a nice field Tommy had found. It was sunny and warm earlier in the day as Tommy basked in the sun, Tubbo convincing Ranboo to join him in climbing Tommy’s tail while Wilbur watched from a few feet away. The weather changed quickly after that and as the clouds rolled in and the wind picked up; they tried leaving to beat the storm home. This didn’t work as planned. Now all of them were stuck walking in the forest as more snow drifted down to taunt them.
“Guys, I’m tired,” Tubbo groaned. “Can you carry me the rest of the way, Toms?”
When Tommy looked over to make a snarky comment about laziness, he was met with the one thing he couldn’t say no to: Tubbo’s puppy eyes at full force. Tommy had to take a stuttering second to collect his thoughts from the sudden look. Tubbo used his puppy eyes occasionally, whenever he wanted something fast, or just to mess with people, but it caught Tommy off guard every time.
Finally, he gave in with a sigh and scooped up Tubbo with no warning, earning a startled noise.
The four continued on their way through the Forest, one now getting a reluctant, free ride. Eventually, as Tommy was in a deep focus on moving forward, and the small life in his hands that felt so small, so fragile-
There was a sudden weight on his tail, and he stopped. Tommy’s first instinct was to curl around the thing and squeeze.
But Tommy’s a big man and big men don’t live off of their instincts, not anymore, so he instead turned to look at it. There, sitting like a king on a scaled throne, was his older brother, Wilbur. He let out a sigh of relief, still riled up from the scare.
“Hey, warn a guy next time, why don’t ya,” Tommy scoffed, slightly annoyed, “and get off my tail!”
“If Tubbo gets a free ride, then I’m not walking. "
“…fine”
Tommy gave in. It made sense to just carry all of them, really. He was faster, after all. Besides, even an idiot could see the side eyes Ranboo was giving him, it’d be a lot easier if he just asked to be picked up though.
“What are you waiting for, Ranboo? Get up here,”
With only a small hesitation, Ranboo made his way up, claiming a spot next to Wilbur on Tommy’s red scales. Tommy started hopefully the way they came earlier, now with two more added passengers. But for some reason, that instinct of squeezing something stayed, even after calming down.
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It had been a few minutes of Tommy slithering on the fresh snow when Wilbur and Ranboo moved from his tail to his hands, where Tubbo was sitting. Apparently, his human hands were much warmer than his scaled tail and none of them were dressed right for the cold weather to begin with.
With his friends held gently to his chest, blocking out the cold, the conversation lulled into a comfortable silence, letting their minds wander. Tommy’s mind especially had the tendency to wander far.
Every so often he would get this feeling, a sense of dread. It would only grow as his small family got closer to him. Most of the time it just stayed in the back of his mind, but right now he had nothing but the forest in front of him to concentrate on.
Tommy could feel the slight shivers of his family against his chest as he tried his best to protect them from the cold. How do they survive anything being this small? He could hold all of them in his hands, no problem, he could do anything to them with ease.
Suddenly, those instincts were back with one simple thought: squeeze them.
Tommy felt horrified when he heard that, doing his best to shake the thought out of his head, but it wasn’t working.
A human is just so so fragile, it wouldn’t take much for it to break.
Them. His family aren’t ‘it’s. What was he thinking?
But imagine how satisfying it would be, the fear in their eyes. It’s been so long since he saw them like that. Their first meeting was so long ago and since then, they’d gotten used to him quickly.
Just a bit of fear wouldn’t hurt anyone. He’s a naga, he’s made to do a lot worse than scare these little creatures.
“Uh…toms?”
Wilbur’s voice echoed in his ears, snapping him out of his trance. What was happening again? They were going home, right? And he’s holding them- he’s holding them too tight-
Looking down at his family, he could see some uncertainty in their eyes. They would look much more worried if they could read his thoughts. But what he was petrified of was feeling his hold on them loosen as they took a collective gasp of air.
He was squeezing them. He was squeezing them. Not hard enough to hurt or even bruise, but it could have been if he zoned out any longer.
“What’s going on?” Ranboo said, concerned, but Tommy couldn’t miss the edges of fear in his voice. “A-Are you ok Tommy?”
“I.. yea, yea, I-I’m fine. Just tired from having to carry my lazy friends. "
He tried joking to change the subject. It mostly worked, as they gave him a few offended remarks before starting a new conversation. But Tommy couldn’t focus on what was being said. He had almost hurt his family.
He couldn’t help it when he stared at the surrounding snow, breaths coming in short and shaking.
They trust him so much and he wants to scare them..wants to hurt them.
No, he doesn’t want that. It’s his stupid instincts that want him to throw away all the trust he knows he doesn’t deserve. He’s better than this!
Looking in the distance, he can see a familiar cave opening and rushes the rest of the way inside, wanting to put the fragile lives in his hands down before something else happens.
“Finally, I thought we’d be stuck out there all night!”
Tommy tried to laugh at Tubbo’s joke, but it came out forced. He had to get away from them.
He jumped as something cold stroked his scales
squeeze it
No!
He looked to see Ranboo petting the side of his tail. He looked concerned. He found his other family members had similar expressions.
“Tommy, you can tell us if something’s bothering you,” Ranboo said. “You know that, right?”
“Yea! We’re family, and that means you can tell us all your secrets. "
“What Tubbo means to say is, we care about you and if something’s wrong, we want to know. "
Wilbur sounded so sincere, they all did. Maybe he was just overreacting. With a sigh, Tommy tried opening up about everything that had happened that night.
“W-well, it’s nothing really, I mean not nothing nothing but also nothing to worry about, I promise. I'm just overreacting… it’s nothing serious but, ..every once in a while I get, uh. I-I getthesethoghtstohurtyouguyseventhoughIwouldntdothatbecauseyourmyfamilyand- “
“Woah, woah, woah calm down toms, it’s alright.” Wilbur tried reassuring, “just breath and try this again, slowly”
“… Sometimes I get thoughts that tell me to hurt you guys. I-I wouldn’t ever do it though! They just show up when I don’t want them to. And sometimes I get these instincts in the back of my mind telling me what to do… they just got really bad. I’m so sorry, please don’t leave. I promise I can learn to stop.”
The three humans on the floor seemed shocked as Tommy rambled. How had they never realized, of course, Tommy would have instincts like this. He’s a naga. Even though they’re close, it’s still ingrained in his head.
It must be so hard for him to deal with all this alone.
They weren’t gonna let that happen anymore.
It took some time, but eventually, the humans got Tommy to calm down and told him they had no plans of leaving him. Never.
And as the commotion from the inside of the cave grew quiet, if a hiking human were to wander in past the brush hiding the entrance, they would see not a fearsome naga with its helpless victims, but a family held close together with trust.
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ta-da! Hope you all enjoyed and I may start writing more after this ;)
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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.
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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!!)
Here you go! Temptations is complete! Take it, take it, take it!
Bruh I don't even know when I first talked about this but it's done and I'm content with it.
Essentially: Ranboo is a tiny adopted by Tubbo after previous abusive owners but Tubbo has shown him nothing but care. Ranboo is conflicted about acting on new feeling in fear of putting Tubbo off and losing his actually decent life and wonderful friend.
Let me know if I missed any and I'll add them! 4.1k words
Temptations
The first time it happened was an accident. Tubbo had been making cupcakes for the hell of it with Ranboo on the counter nearby.
Tubbo had adopted him several months ago and he was doing much better about being nervous around him. Tubbo picked Ranboo up as he pleased and Ranboo actually found he enjoyed the contact. He was so gentle and had a caring touch.
So after the spatula slipped from Tubbo’s grasp and caused a splatter of batter to wash over Ranboo, he didn’t think much of the hand that whisked him into the air.
“Oh shit, sorry boss man,” Tubbo giggled when Ranboo shook a bit of batter out of his hair, “Here, let’s get you cleaned off real quick.”
Tubbo took a single step towards the sink and paused, glancing down at Ranboo. It took him a second to realise his eyes were locked onto the faucet and Tubbo had noticed. His fingers were tense in their grip against Tubbo’s skin and his heart beat like a hummingbird.
Tubbo said something above him and everything shifted.
Logically, Ranboo knows it happened quickly, and that Tubbo was actually being considerate of him and his fear of water. But as he was popped into Tubbo’s mouth, he only processed it so fast.
Higher and higher Ranboo was lifted and the cavernous maw opened, just for him. He was stock still in Tubbo’s hold just staring at glistening fangs and twitching tongue.
Gentle as always he was placed on said tongue and after fingers retreated, Tubbo’s lips sealed behind him. Then began the licking.
That is what jump-started Ranboo’s body. He squirmed against the tongue that swept over his limbs. Desperately he wanted to call out to Tubbo, to beg him to stop, not to do this, but each time saliva found its way into his mouth. Of everything his previous owners had done, not one had ever attempted to eat him.
He supposed that would kill him and then they’d lose their plaything. He’d thought Tubbo was different, that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt Ranboo. He’d said so himself. That-
He screwed his eyes shut as the tongue pressed him against the hard palate. He didn’t want to watch as he heard the loud gulp around him. Everything was tight for a moment and he-
Didn’t... Move...?
Ranboo opened his eyes again, blinking in the darkness. The previously pooling saliva could no longer be felt, just his own damp skin.
And he… He… What?
Light filtered into the mouth and careful fingers slid him off the calmed tongue. Ranboo, dumbfounded and limp from what had just occurred, was pulled from Tubbo’s mouth, lips removing any excess saliva.
Lowered back to the counter, Ranboo sat in disbelief.
Tubbo placed a clean, dry dishrag in his lap and he gripped it loosely, “There we go, no more batter,” Tubbo smiled at him softly before returning to the cupcakes.
Ranboo blinked once. Tubbo… Wasn’t trying to eat him? Relief washed over him as he pulled the rag around his shoulders. Thinking back it was a little obvious what was happening and he was glad Tubbo hadn’t betrayed him.
As he felt his racing heart calm he silently watched Tubbo. Perhaps he should tell him how scary that was. Ranboo shuddered as he thought back on it, now that he knew he’d been fine.
And, actually, it wasn’t the worst thing he’d experienced. It was wet but he didn’t mind that, really. The heat had actually been comfortable! Tubbo was always gentle with him, even with his tongue it seemed. It caressed his clothes and skin to remove the batter and was never rough enough to even bruise. Ranboo ran the towel through his hair.
Then paused.
He stared at his lap in confusion and thought over it again, brow furrowed. Had he…
Had he actually liked being in Tubbo’s mouth? Surely that wasn’t possible.
Yet he couldn’t find any other reason. Amidst his attempts to decipher his swirling feelings he had one simple thought.
Would Tubbo do it again?
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The second time it happened was roughly a week later. In that time Ranboo pondered if what Tubbo did was a one time thing as well as why he wanted to know. He’d searched on google, using the phone Tubbo bought for him, if tinies enjoyed being in mouths. In incognito of course, he didn’t need the one person who’d ever treated him with decency to return him for being weird. Not that Tubbo even touched his phone.
Sadly, nothing came up. Ranboo frowned. Had no one done studies like this with tinies? Immediately he regretted the thought. He shuddered as he closed out of the site. No more experiments.
Except, that’s basically what he was doing himself, wasn’t it? Ranboo had decided to test his ‘one time deal’ theory. The next meal they had where he could get messy, he would. They had spaghetti two nights after that.
Ranboo always ate from Tubbo’s plate. It was a habit the two of them formed. He knew Tubbo often found it cute and Ranboo didn’t mind. Giant food tasted so much better than the overly processed and bland stuff they made for tinies anyway.
Sometimes Tubbo would cut him off chunks and set them aside but Ranboo mostly opted to just tear off pieces for himself. And during meals like that it was easy to do. Meatballs and noodles were soft enough for him.
Tubbo sat at his computer desk while they watched a show on his monitor. Ranboo was tucked beside his plate, working his way through a noodle. Every other bite Tubbo took, he would stare for a moment before swiveling his gaze away. He wouldn’t psyche himself out of this.
After making sure Tubbo had his eyes on the plate, Ranboo moved. He went to reach for a meatball just out of his arm’s length, his other hand keeping him ‘balanced’ over the edge. After a moment of faking it, he slid his hand forward and let it slip, dropping him face first into the sauce.
Well, at least the discomfort was real, seeing as some got in his nose.
Ranboo shot up and hurried wiped his face, starting to think this had been a horrible plan. He heard Tubbo snort above him and he looked up. Tubbo had an amused smile on his face as he reached for him.
“Nice wipeout,” Tubbo snickered as his fingers pinched around Ranboo’s waist, two to his back and thumb on his stomach.
This time, Ranboo was calm as he was brought to the mouth, perhaps even a little anticipative. His upper half was pushed inside, lips closing just above his hips. He felt Tubbo’s fingers hover over his legs as if he knew this would be quick, his swaying tail brushing over skin.
The tongue once again twitched at his presence before beginning to scoop sauce chunks from his face and jacket. Now that he wasn’t fearing for his life, he focused on how soft and careful it was. Dare he say it was even nice the way it caressed his cheek. He was content as he watched bits of tomato disappear down Tubbo’s throat, knowing he would not be joining them.
Once all the larger pieces were gone, Tubbo sucked on him to remove any residue. Mild tugging sensations as he rested his arms and chest against the tongue. Outside, fingers shifted to grip his waist again, lips parting. Ranboo was then freed from the mouth and patted dry by Tubbo with a napkin.
“How about we not let that happen again?” Tubbo smiled at him softly and cupped him against his chest.
Ranboo leaned into him, ear pressed against his heart. He watched as Tubbo cut up a noodle with his fork. He scooped up a piece and brought the fork to his chest, offering Ranboo a bit of spaghetti barely larger than his hand.
He gratefully took it with a quiet ‘thank you’ and began to nibble on it. Tubbo resumed eating and watching their show as Ranboo was lost in thought.
He had concluded he definitely likes Tubbo’s mouth. It was warm, dark, and if he were to guess, would be a wonderful place to calm down during a panic attack or overload. Ranboo didn’t know what that would mean at that moment. He couldn’t exactly pour food over himself during an attack.
He’d answered his questions at least, but he’d walked away with more. Ranboo continued to eat quietly, pressed close to Tubbo and questioning his own mind.
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The third time, he knew exactly what he was doing. He knew two times isn’t enough to establish a pattern but Ranboo felt certain Tubbo would do this each and every time.
Something told him he shouldn’t be trying this again but after another round of internet searching, he felt something bubble up in his chest.
Ranboo had stumbled upon an article on giant anatomy. It was very plain and scientific. While he couldn’t understand a lot of what was written, one fact was simple and easy to read.
Giants, regardless of species, all had a secondary stomach. It produced no acid and had various uses. Originally it was for storing excess food for periods when food was scarce. Modern day, it’s purpose is more suited for holding objects or to protect valuables.
Ranboo stiffened. Protect. He didn’t know why that word clenched his heart so strongly.
Tubbo had given him so much care and love and of course he would protect Ranboo, from anything. From the smallest bug to the tallest giant. But this.
This seemed different. So much closer, more personal, and, well, Ranboo might even call it more secure. Protect. He quietly closed the app, moving away from the phone and slipping into his bed. Tubbo would be home from errands soon.
Over the next few days he was conflicted.
On the one hand, he shouldn’t be pushing his luck. Ranboo had a life he previously could only dream of with Tubbo. He was kind and understood him and his needs and desires. Hell, Ranboo was sure Tubbo would even let him leave if he really wanted to.
If he overstepped a boundary he could lose it all in an instant. Lose his life and Tubbo, whom he appreciated and cared deeply for. God knows how it would affect Tubbo as well.
On the other hand…
Tubbo had said he would provide anything he asked for. Within his ability of course. Storing him certainly seemed to be covered under that. The thought of asking him right out made Ranboo want to curl up and hide, similar to when he’d first gotten there.
He continued mulling this over as Tubbo set a shallow bowl of ice cream and two spoons on the counter nearby. A warmer day deserved a chilly treat and Ranboo agreed wholeheartedly. His spoon was just slightly taller than he was while Tubbo’s could tower over him.
Ranboo lifted his spoon as Tubbo settled on a chair, shoving it in the softening ice cream and scooping it up. He settled the head on the edge of the bowl and began licking his helping.
Tubbo happily ate from the bowl, chatting idly between bites. Ranboo responded but he focused on his task at hand.
Slowly he shifted the spoon closer to himself until it barely rested on the edge. He’d eaten a decent amount by that point he’d say, so he wouldn’t feel overly upset about his next action. He tilted the head of the spoon to pour it’s contents over himself.
Abruptly he dropped the spoon with a loud metallic clatter because, god, he hadn’t expected it to be that cold. Ranboo shivered, successfully covered in ice cream from his arms to his legs to his chest.
“Oh fuck, you good boss man?”
Ranboo flicked his head up to see Tubbo’s worried expression. He nodded but another shiver wracked his body. The countertop wasn’t exactly the warmest place to be.
Tubbo gave him a sympathetic look, “C’mere…” With warm, careful hands, Tubbo scooped him up. He leaned into the fingers around him.
Ranboo wasn’t overly concerned with the cold, seeing as he knew Tubbo’s mouth would take care of that. Tubbo shifted him to one hand and grabbed a rag. Once again he was lifted up to parted lips and placed down past fangs bigger than his head.
He was immediately grateful for the warmth, pressing his cheek against Tubbo’s plush tongue and closing his eyes. He could almost fall asleep between the soothing heat and mild massaging of Tubbo’s licking.
He opened his eyes slowly, glancing ahead of him at the dark throat. Ranboo felt a pang in his chest. How much nicer would it feel in Tubbo’s storage stomach? Hesitantly, he moved his hand forward, hovering over the opening.
He could just go for it. Act on his impulses. Yet something held him back, the anxiety that always held him back. Ranboo was squished slightly as Tubbo swallowed his saliva and returned him to his previous position.
For several seconds Ranboo fought with his mind whether to move when the mouth lit up brightly. He retracted his hand to shield his eyes and watched Tubbo’s fingers carefully pull him back into the open air.
The counter was now clean of his mess and the ice cream discarded in the sink. Ranboo turned to Tubbo and was met with a cloth softly rubbing his face. Tubbo walked from the kitchen to the living room couch.
“Wanna watch a movie?” Tubbo asked as he sat down and ruffled Ranboo’s hair dry.
He smiled to himself. Of course Tubbo would try to keep him from feeling guilty about the ice cream. Ranboo nodded and pulled Tubbo’s thumb closer to his chest, curling up in his palm.
Tubbo reclined on the couch as he grabbed the remote. The two watched the screen in contentment. Ranboo would say this attempt was a success. Hell, he even got cuddles out of it. As Tubbo rubbed a small circle on his back, he felt happy.
Though a tinge in the back of his mind told him something was missing.
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The fourth time, he finally caved. It started to become all he could think about. Protect, protect, protect. Google was of no help once again. What he was going through seemed unheard of. Almost impossible, yet there he was.
Every panic attack he felt a longing. Every nightmare left him missing a comfort he’s never felt. Twice now he’s found himself halfway across Tubbo’s bed before convincing himself otherwise and returning to his own on the nightstand.
Ranboo feels insane, not only for how much of his thoughts are consumed by this but because what tiny wants to be eaten. But he’s come to terms with it now, realizing what he’d felt since that first day.
His next plan is barely anything. Get into Tubbo’s storage. How he’d do it he didn’t know. But he swore to himself he would, if only to clear his mind.
It was more spur of the moment than anything. A hastily taken opportunity. Tubbo turned away from his freshly prepared plate of fish and chips on the counter and Ranboo hopped into the ketchup. When Tubbo turned back, they stared at one another.
“Uh…” Tubbo smiled, confused but bemused.
“I… Fell,” Ranboo settled on, heart racing at the lie. Normally he had no reason to lie about anything. It made him queasy.
“Okay…” Tubbo gave a quiet laugh and fished Ranboo from the cup, “This is becoming a habit, Boo.”
Ranboo chuckled nervously, and once again Tubbo placed him in his mouth.
He practically melted into it as Tubbo began to clean him off. Ranboo took a moment to enjoy the comforting sensation before steeling himself. He’d done this for a reason after all, and not just for a warm mouth to lay in. He stared at the opening of Tubbo’s throat.
The temptation began building up in his gut once again. He had pictured it, and much like Tubbo’s mouth it was wet and warm. But there were no teeth, no gums or tongue. Only one way in and one way out, past a wall of muscle and flesh where nothing and no one could touch him; could hurt him. Just himself and Tubbo, the only one he trusted to even attempt this.
Ranboo slid himself forward.
Tubbo’s tongue paused below him, patting his feet curiously as if making sure he was still there. He knew he wouldn’t be much longer. With a silent prayer that Tubbo wouldn’t choke on him, he plunged himself inward.
Immediately Tubbo let out a startled noise and Ranboo braced himself for the coughing that followed. He tried to remain as still as possible without slipping back out. Once the hacking stopped, Tubbo swallowed.
With a squelch around his body, he was pulled in farther and farther, muscles kneading downward rhythmically. Another swallow had Ranboo descending much, much quicker. If he had to describe how it felt, it was like being held in a tight fist. Except this one was a lot longer and of course, very wet.
Ranboo reached Tubbo’s stomach much sooner than he had expected. He was softly deposited inside with a plop and he squinted at the lack of light. Slowly, his eyes adjusted (thank you, partial night vision) and he took in his surroundings.
Everything was squishy and he had to actively ignore the pooling saliva at the bottom. It was also only slightly bigger than he was but the snug fit was fine to him. He could still hear Tubbo calming his throat and catching his breath above him, but he could also hear his body.
Amongst the low groans of his organs, Ranboo can hear Tubbo’s heart clear as day. When Tubbo held him in his hands or against his chest, Ranboo would just listen to his pulse. It often helped to ground him. Remind him of where he was and who he was with.
Ranboo slowly leaned into the stomach wall, surrounded by Tubbo. Something felt just… Right about this. His mind calmed and his anxiety began to melt away. He closed his eyes and allowed a small smile to creep onto his face.
He wouldn’t mind staying like this for a while.
“Oh my god,” Tubbo coughed again and Ranboo felt him go rigid. Something pressed against the wall from the outside, squishing into him, “Oh god, oh- Oh shit- Boo- Ranboo- God, I shouldn’t have had you in my mouth,” Tubbo rambled, “I’m so sorry, let me get you up-”
Ranboo snapped his eyes open and bolted upright, yelling, “No no no no no, wait-” He slapped his hands over his mouth in horror. He shouldn’t have said that, he hadn’t meant to. Tubbo might-
“What do you mean ‘Wait’?” Tubbo asked cautiously.
Ranboo let out a quiet whine and leaned against the wall again. He couldn’t say it, he didn’t want to. Tubbowould find Ranboo strange. Strange enough that he would get rid of him. No one needed anything weird around. He was already so much of a hassle as it was-
“Hey,” Tubbo broke through his thoughts, “Are you hurt?”
Ranboo pulled one hand away from his face. When Ranboo was in a panicked state or too terrified to speak, they used a yes and no system. He firmly tapped the wall twice for ‘no’. He knew he was trembling.
He could feel Tubbo relax a bit around him, “Do you want out?”
Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he tapped another two times. Honestly Ranboo didn’t know if he could even face Tubbo right then. When visitors to the pet shop heard he was damage- That he needed extra care, their faces contorted with disgust. He couldn’t bear to see something like that on Tubbo’s face.
“Ranboo, did…” Tubbo paused, “...Did you go in there on purpose?”
He could have lied, say no and claim he was simply too shaken to do anything at that moment. Tubbo would have believed it easily. Just the thought of it made him nauseous. With tears streaming down his cheeks, he tapped once and pulled his hand away.
The silence that followed was agonizing as Ranboo sobbed soundlessly. Regret ebbed its way into his mind. He should have just left it alone, and continued as they did everyday. He’d ruined the one good thing that had ever happened to him.
Something nudged him and he looked up. The pressure from outside was moving, slowly kneading circles into him. Tubbo’s voice rumbled around him.
“You could have just asked, boss man.”
Ranboo blinked. His mind went blank as Tubbo continued rubbing. Slowly, he pulled his hand away from his mouth, swiping at a stray tear.
His voice was shaky, but he made sure to speak up, “You… You don’t think it’s weird?” Ranboo asked hesitantly.
“Admittedly, it is a little. But I’m the one with the stomach so I guess we’re both weird,” Tubbo laughed quietly.
Ranboo pondered over his words for a moment, leaning into the wall. It was comforting. So was what he said. Ranboo let himself relax, giving his own wet chuckle.
“Can I stay? For a little while?” Ranboo tilted his head upwards, even though there wasn’t any expression from him to read.
“As long as you want, boo,” Tubbo stopped the rubbing, “I guess you can’t really eat now though, so we’ll get something for you later.”
He could faintly hear the clink of a fork against ceramic, assuming Tubbo was eating what they’d made. Ranboo hesitantly nestled down in the stomach, curling into Tubbo’s warmth and listening to his thrumming heart.
“Thank you,” Ranboo hoped Tubbo heard him with his quiet voice and when he felt the hum of confirmation, Ranboo closed his eyes.
A few more tears slipped down his face but this time, he knew they were happy ones. Ranboo felt at home and loved. He felt safe.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BONUS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They lost track a while ago.
Tubbo entered the kitchen, watching the floor carefully. He hadn’t seen Ranboo for almost an hour. He wasn’t in the bedroom or bathroom and the living room had been empty. Tubbo had checked all the designated and impromptu nap spots already. Ranboo definitely wouldn’t go outside alone and he was beginning to worry.
“Ranboo?” He called, opening the cabinets to search through their contents. Tubbo just hoped he wasn’t having a breakdown somewhere all alone. Or injured.
Until he heard a soft thump.
Tubbo looked down to the counter where a box of donuts given to him by a friend lay. He stared at it with confusion when the small box made another little thump. Slowly, he reached for the lid and pulled it open.
There, on one of the long cream filled donuts, laid his tiny companion, belly down and chin resting on crossed arms. Ranboo’s content, patient expression dropped as they locked eyes. His tail began rapidly swishing, rapping against the side of the box.
Tubbo slapped his hand over his mouth to contain his laughter, “Boss man, I told you you could just ask. I don’t mind!” He said breathlessly, attempting to keep his chuckles quiet.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ranboo said matter-of-factly, very much failing to prevent a smile from blooming on his face as Tubbo lifted his donut up.
“Sure, sure. Well, I guess I could go for a donut anyway.”
Ranboo’s tail thumped quicker against his fingers as he opened his mouth. Tubbo slid his tongue under him and scooped him up with one swift motion, shutting his jaws around him. He felt Ranboo instantly relax and could almost hear a quiet purring.
Tubbo smiled and happily removed the chocolate icing he was caked in. He teased Ranboo with a few licks to the face. Tiny hands patted at him before long, tiny arms wrapped around his tongue with a squeeze. He sighed contentedly.
He held Ranboo firmly as he swallowed his saliva, making sure he wouldn’t end up in the wrong place. Once done, Tubbo tilted his head back and slid Ranboo towards his throat. With a gentle swallow, he sent him on his way with the fluffy end of his tail behind him.
Tubbo maneuvered him to his storage stomach with practiced ease, Ranboo landing inside with a tiny plop. He rubbed at the spot on his way to the living room, figuring he could watch some tv and relax. He started on the rest of the donut after Ranboo curled up against his outer wall, pressing into Tubbo’s kneading fingers.
The afternoon was spent in peace, with Tubbo’s chest filled with the protectiveness he’d felt when he’d first laid eyes on his little friend.
I have finished chapter 1 for my new au Son In The Woods
I finished it last week but just needed to edit and revise it a bit, but here it is
Hope you enjoy :]
Ranboo walked along the sidewalk towards school, the worst place to be honestly.
The teachers were trying their hardest and so was he, but there's nothing you can do when you are diagnosed with what he has. Yeah he was smart but that didn’t do much when he can’t even remember most of it an hour after he learned it.
The first thing that was written down in his “memory book” was that he was diagnosed with something that caused him to have major memory loss, so bad that some days he couldn’t even remember who he was. The only way he could remember was by writing everything he did down in his book, sometimes though, when he would try and write what he did down, it would never make it to the page because he would forget it the next minute.
Because of this it was a struggle to get through school, and after a while his parents had enough and abandoned him.
Ranboo jumped from foster home to foster home, for about 8 years Ranboo moved constantly, never staying in one place for more than a few days. Most of the homes he didn’t remember at all, he would just wake up and find himself at a new home.
That was until when Ranboo officially turned 16, and he was brought into a new foster home.
All Ranboo could remember was a man with a green hoodie, and a smiley face and that was all, all the pages that covered that day were ripped out, the only thing being left was a small smiley face on the next page after.
Ranboo never found out what happened in those few months, but from the whispers that he heard at school, apparently the guy was arrested for child endangerment, child abuse, and drugging him, and it appearntly wasn’t the first time he was charged with it. He guessed this time they had actual proof.
Now here Ranboo was, two years later, finishing up his last year of high school, and having to find a place to live.
He was currently looking for houses to rent, Tommy, his best friend, told him to look on this side of town, since it was closer to the school and he wouldn't forget and get lost in the middle of the woods again.
Ranboo shuddered at the thought, that night he did remember what happened, being chased by wolves and almost dying was shockingly a moment that he remembers very well.
Ranboo stopped when he saw a house that caught his eye.
A little black and white house, with a porch and a tree in the front, he asked the woman that he guessed owned the place to show him the house and she gladly accepted and opened the door to the little home.
It was decent inside, nothing some paint and furniture could fix, they went to the back and by god it had a beautiful garden in the back, with flowers littered everywhere. He asked how much the rent was and…
Ranboo blinked and stood now in a black bedroom, boxes of his stuff lingering around the room, he sighed and searched around for his book, finding it on the mattress of his bed. He opened it and went to today's date and read over it.
“I found a house for rent that I liked, at a good price too, the nice lady said that rent was due at the end of the month.
Also I met my new neighbors! They seem like a nice, kind couple.”
Ranboo read over what happened after and smiled, apparently, hiis new neighbors were two women, one named Niki who owned a bakery in town and always seemed to have something sweet being made, the other named Puffy who was not only Niki’s girlfriend, but also runs the daycare in town.
Ranboo let out a yawn and noticed on his phone that it was getting late, tomorrow was Friday, he had a test and sighed before going to take a shower and get ready to study like hell.
Ranboo walked into class, eyes bags under his eyes as he sat down in his usual seat, already starting to fall asleep until he felt a tap on his shoulder.
“Morning Ranboob!” Tommy yelled getting up and sitting next to him in someone's seat, “Man you look like hell, stay up trying to study everything again?” Ranboo sighed and nodded, “Yeah, didn’t really help at all, don’t remember anything last night.” Tommy smiled and dropped a little, his eyes holding a sympathetic look before it was gone like nothing happened.
“Aw cheering up Ranboo! Anyway, how do you like the new house? Kinda guessed you would pick that one with your obsession with balck and white.” “It’s not an obsession, I just like black and white a lot.” Ranboo argued, chuckling.
“Oh, have you met Niki and Puffy yet?! Oh man they're so nice, Niki sometimes gives me shit if I don’t swear which is bullshit! And Puffy is so good with kids, did you know that I work with her?” Tommy rambled, smiling as he pulled out a cookie, breaking it in half and giving it to Ranboo.
“Wait what? You work at the daycare in town with Puffy?” He asked surprised as he gladly accepted half of the cookie, popping it into his mouth.
“Yup! How else am I supposed to learn to raise Shroud? I sometimes take him to the daycare to play with the other kids.” Tommy said, mouth full of cookies.
“How is Shroud anyway? Last you told me he was learning how to count to read and write more right?” Ranboo asked, pulling out his water and taking a swig, “Yup and he’s learning fast, not gonna lie really proud of my boy go!” he said, puffing out his chest with pride and causing Ranboo to chuckle a bit before falling silent.
“...Tommy, have you.. You know… even told your dad about-``''He’s not my dad Ranboo.” “O-oh right sorry…. Have you even told Phil about your Shroud?” Ranboo asked, as he looked over to Tommy with considered eyes, Tommy going quiet as he looked somewhere else before meeting his eyes. “Nope, not planning to either.” Tommy said before the bell rang and he returned to his seat as the teacher came in, ending their conversation.
Ranboo blinked and the next thing he knew was that Tommy was running towards him yelling his name.
“What?” “Ranboo! They fucking stole you’re book, They stole it!” “No, nonononono.” Ranboo murmured as he ran in the direction that Tommy just came from, not hearing Tommy’s yells to wait up.
“They fucking hid it in the woods are you kidding me?!” Tommy yelled, clutching his blond hair and pulling. “It’s ok, they probably just put in a tree nearby right? I’ll go look for it, I’ll call you when I find it and I'm ok?” Ranboo told Tommy grabbing his bag and putting it on.
“Ok, don’t go too far ok? Call me as soon as you find it bitch!” Tommy yelled as Ranboo walked off into the woods.
Ranboo sighed as he walked deeper into the forest, his bag clutched on his shoulder as he scanned around him, head snapping at every little sound the forest made.
He knew he shouldn’t be out here, his worried neighbors would surely call the police when they found that he wasn’t home yet after 9 pm. They were the type to always worry over him ever since he moved in next to him, a tall young man barely graduating high school that year moving into a house with no parents or guardians anywhere. He didn’t blame them honestly.
Ranboo shook his head as he continued on, he would be home had it not been for the stupid bullies that decide to sneakily grab his memory book and hide it in the woods.
It had already been two hours and Ranboo still couldn’t find it.
He flinched when he heard a distant howl, picking up his pace, after all, there was a reason these woods were forbidden.
It was rumored that a giant lived in these woods, a massive one, with hands that could rip up trees and rip you to shreds, teeth that can tear you apart, a mouth so big it could eat a whole car.
Ranboo did not want to be the next person to be eaten, by the giant nor the wolves.
Ranboo started to search quickly, looking in trees and bushes, until he caught a glint of a red ribbon from the corner of his eye, hidden in a borrow under a tree.
Ranboo walked over, grabbing the book dusting it off, he smiled and took his bag off, ready to put it in, and stopped.
He heard a tree branch snap and the next thing he knew, he was being lifted up into the air, his bag and book falling to the forest ground. Ranboo barely registered what was happening before he came face to face with giant, sad blue eyes, and dirty, mangled pink hair.
