[I'm going to try to do this at least every weekend {Or Monday} because it actually does help a bit]
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[{Quick Other Thing, I want to get into making a tag list, but I'm unsure who is or isn't fine with getting tagged in posts, so if possible, I'd like opinions from people who'd be fine with getting tagged in future WIP Posts- 😅👍}]
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The_Victorian_Dormouse!AU / [TVD!AU]
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The story of the AU [Put as simply as I can {← Lie}] is, Dream is a dormouse hybrid who sleeps inside a small vintage Doll box during hibernation. During one of his hibernations, Tommy finds the Doll box that Dream's sleeping in, with the box being locked from the inside. Tommy locks the latch on the outside of the Doll box & sets it on a shelf on his desk.
One day he wakes up to frantic squeaks from inside the box, which has fallen off the shelf & is now on the desk. Tommy picks up the box, all sound suddenly stopping, & slowly unlocks it. Dream bursts out of the Doll box in a panic, but freezes upon tripping & getting lightly grabbed by Tommy to stop him from falling.
Tommy is very curious about Dream, who in turn, is terrified of Tommy. Tommy can't understand Dream's squeaking either, nor can Dream understand Tommy's raccoon chittering [Language Barriers my beloved]. So things are very awkward between a curious Tommy who wants to reassure Dream that he isn't going to hurt him, & a terrified Dream who woke up in the hands of a {to him} Giant.
Tommy sets the Doll box, & a rather petrified Dream, back down on the desk. Through their squeaks & chittering is when they both realize the language barrier. Dream is still sitting stunned in the Doll box, but when Tommy reaches out for the box, Dream backs up quickly in panic pressing on the end of the box, causing it to teeter backwards {vertically} before the disbalance tips the box the rest of the way over, flipping on top of Dream.
Tommy rushes to try to check if Dream's okay, but Dream's frightened squeaks makes him pause, he lowers his hand & takes a few steps back away from the desk. Dream slowly lifts the Doll Box up off of himself, peering towards Tommy, a bit paranoid. Dream slowly steps backwards until his back is pressed against the far left corner of the desk, glancing around frantically for a way to get down. Tommy sidesteps to the opposite side of where Dream's standing, reaching out & gently picking up the Doll box, Dream flinching heavily when he does so.
Tommy examines the box, taking note of the way it was carefully modified by Dream; after he's done looking at the box, he sets it back on the desk & slowly slides it a bit closer to Dream. After Tommy lets go of the box, Dream swiftly grabs the edge of it & pulls it closer to him, sitting beside it as he curls his tail around himself. Tommy sets his hand on the desk palm-up & notions for Dream to come closer to him, which only causes Dream to curl his tail tighter around himself & squirm further back into the corner.
Tommy ponders what to do, before sighing quietly to himself & lightly scrunchies his face a bit. He reaches towards Dream, which causes Dream to scramble to his feet in worry, but before Dream can move away Tommy picks up Dream & the Doll Box; Tommy gently tips Dream into it, carefully closing the lid & holding it shut.
Tommy tries to ignore the frightened squeaks & frantic tapping from inside the box, walking over to the dresser where he had originally found the Doll Box underneath it, crouching down & setting the box just under the edge of the dresser. As soon as Tommy moves his hand from the lid, Dream swings the door open, tumbling out onto the floor; Tommy backs away, slowly standing back up as he does so, with Dream looking around trying to figure out where he was. Dream eventually calms down when he realizes that he's back under the dresser where he & the box was, he turns towards the room, peering out & up towards Tommy in mild confusion.
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Their meeting is actually fairly interesting, because this takes place when when Dream is still very much afraid of Tommy. It starts with Tommy searching for Dream, who's hiding around the kitchen which is next to a glass sliding door that leads to an outdoor space/deck. Tubbo was stopping to take a break from flying when he sees Tommy looking for something through the glass door. Tubbo eventually spots Dream sneaking around & jumps to the conclusion that Tommy was searching for Dream {in a /neg towards Tommy way}, he quickly flys over to the regular window where he can see Dream much more clearly.
He tries to get Dream's attention, but as he does so, he inadvertently gets Tommy's attention first. Tommy quietly slipped outside through the glass door while Tubbo was distracted, Dream notices Tubbo, with Tommy carefully sneaking up behind him. Tommy quietly slipped outside through the glass door while Tubbo was distracted, Dream notices Tubbo, with Tommy carefully sneaking up behind him. Dream loudly squeaks for Tubbo to fly away, but Tubbo doesn't turn around fast enough before Tommy cups his hands around Tubbo.
Tubbo freaks out, & in his scramble to get away, bites Tommy's hands causing them to loosen around him. As soon as Tommy moves his hands due to the sudden pain from the bites, Tubbo takes off into the treeline past the end of the fence, afraid for Dream but moreso for his own self preservation.
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[I don't know who I can or can't tag, so I'm only doing these people {Please let me know if you don't want to be tagged in these by me- /gen}]
The AU is Called: "The Victorian Dormouse" and it's Very G/T & Borrower centered.
[I deeply wish Gacha Characters had waists so it was easier to make turned poses, it was a pain in the neck to make the position for him {And it's still not very good} and even on top of that, it took an hour to make the Pose-]
[And yes it's the 2020 Stereotypical Fanart (One Eye Green, One Eye Red) of him-.... Mixed with his IRL hair 😅👍]
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(Welp- Time to get blasted with "Gacha Kid" comments- {/j I hope- 😅})
the idea of raccoon!Tommy taking a tiny and dunking the in water to wash them before nomming them is SO cute <33 I love it
Yeah! I love laundry bears! They're adorable and honestly shouldn't be seen as gross, at least in my opinion. I think it would be cute if a pred had a tell before they plan to nom someone. Even if it's just subconscious or something!
Tommy would probably do it all the time and, in my example I'ma use Tubbo, the tiny would be able to calm themselves or be like 'oh, okay-' basically it's a way to communicate without actual words- But I'm not gonna do that.
This is the fic I teased in the other ask-
ANGST FOR EVERYONE!
Anyhoo- here's this tiny treat of The Prime Duo ^^
It used to be a tiny treat. Instead it's a full course meal- aka: it's over 7000 words long
TW: Vore, Thoughts of Fatal Vore, Speciesism, instincts, and angst.
Tommy was quietly humming to himself as he went about working on an assignment for school. The 15 year old was frustrating himself over the fact this stupid essay was over something so simple and logical. The teen had chosen to take an agriculture class to learn more about farming so that he could understand Techno's love for it a little more.
The smell of dirt and grime had always been an immediate no for him but the fact he was being told to write an essay on the importance of washing fuckin' vegetables was getting on his nerves. Of course, you wash your veggies! You should wash everything you eat regardless of the type!
He didn't do it because of what people assumed, his classmates would tease him over dipping fuckin' chicken nuggets in water. Yeah, it made it soggy but he learned a lot about it when he did that. If it absorbs a lot and becomes super mushy, then it probably has been sitting out for at least two hours. If it doesn't absorb much then that tells him it's a perfect thing to eat! Plus it won't feel weird on his tongue or anything.
He had a secret feeling this essay was his teacher's way to show their distant for raccoons considering they'd done a lesson on farm pests and chose to focus on his kind. Yeah, raccoons do tend to go after sweet corn and cherries, both of which aren't viable in their area!
He found himself chitting to himself, flexing his hands in anger. Phil always doted over his little hand movements, calling them his grabby hands of anger, but all it was was his instincts wanting him to find something to burrow with and hide until he calmed down.
Tommy closed his laptop, cursing quietly before he proceeded to step out of his room and start heading downstairs. His tail swished in annoyance before a small sound reached his ears. They perked up as he turned to face it, seeing a familiar face sitting on the kitchen counter. He smiled at the sight of the borrower, happy to see someone he liked right now. He hid his hands, knowing he'd not be able to keep from picking them up if he tired.
"Dream, did dad leave out some Cheerios again?" He questioned, smiling as green eyes darted up to him. Dream was a borrower that had been living with them since Tommy was a little kid. The two of them knew each other well and often got into plenty of antics. Though, Tommy hasn't had a lot of time for him as of late.
"Yea- 'he o'd ma' did," The small man said, his mouth full of the sweet cereal. The teen rolled his eyes, knowing for a fact Dream had probably requested to have some set out considering the borrower's sweet tooth. He swallowed before continuing. "Said he has to work the closing shift." Tommy nodded as he listened. He held back a whine, having wanted his dad to curl up with him in the man's nest. It wasn't as good as his burrow but Tommy knew his dad couldn't fit inside it due to his wings so Phil's nest was the next best thing.
"That makes sense, the hospital tends to be busier in the winter."
"That's very true, can't let everyone die." Dream said earnestly. It was enough to confuse Tommy out of his bit of frustration, the teen's laugh filling the room as he giggled.
"I'm sure Momma won't be too mad about the few he takes back." He said with a gentle sigh. Tommy's tail swishing behind him as he happily let a chitter build in his throat.
He was smiling as he proceeded to place his head on the counter, ignoring how the cold marble felt against his chin. He was near Dream, watching as the borrower munched on the cereal. It took a moment before Dream pushed three of the wheat based rings towards him. Tommy let his nose twitch, sniffing them before he proceeded to quietly stick his tongue out.
He let them stick to his tongue before pulling it back into his mouth, quietly chewing them before he gave an eye roll. "You don't need to share it with me." He said fondly, not noticing the slight discomfort on Dream's face at his action.
"You're clearly in a bad mood Toms." The borrower said, the man's mouse-like tail swishing and wrapping around Tommy's finger on top of the slight discomfort in his voice. "Come on kid, you can talk to me. If we need to curl up in your burrow we can." Dream said calmly, quickly hiding the sound of his nerves. The teen found himself scooping him up in a second. He made sure to hold the man carefully, a purr leaving his throat as he walked towards the stairs and back up to his room.
"Someone's an eager beaver." Dream said with a chuckle, laying against Tommy's thumb as he was carefully brought upstairs. He took a few moments to get up to Tommy's room before they both were sitting in front of his borrow. Tommy's bed was around 2 and a half feet above the ground, the space under it being packed full of blankets and pillows.
He held the borrower by his shirt, using his teeth, as he carefully crawled his way into the plush space. His tail wished as he gave a purr and quietly curled into the space. The moment Tommy was on his back he let go of Dream and gently held the blonde borrower to his chest.
Tommy nuzzled at the man with a soft purr, immediately relaxing a little bit as he held his friend before he moved to just let him lay on his neck. Tommy would probably be more controlling over where he lets Dream lay if he was deeper into his instincts but it was mostly surface level. He felt the borrower move, resting just under his Adams apple as the small man spoke.
"So what's got your fur ruffled?" He asked calmly, no blame or accusing in his tone. Tommy liked being around Dream, the borrower never treated him like an animal or like a baby. His tail swished as they sat in the warmth of his burrow.
"It's my stupid teacher, I'm pretty sure he's being a dick about the fact I'm a raccoon hybrid." Tommy mumbled as he proceeded to quietly lay on his back. He had one hand on his collar bone, feeling Dream's tail wrap around his pinkie finger before he continued. "He keeps making these sly comments about vermin. I understand that, because it's an agriculture class, but it's directed at me. Even Purpled feels like it's insinuating he doesn't like me."
Tommy was a little angry but the tapping on his chin was enough to get him out of it. He leaned his head to the side, letting Dream crawl up his jaw and onto his cheek. The borrower sat before speaking. "Tommy, if it's something you're genuinely getting upset about you should tell your dad or Techno."
Tommy held back the urge to shake his head, instead just humming as he spoke up. "I can't. It's childish to get my dad involved, and if I tell Techno it'll cause some unnecessary drama since Mr. Squid and him are friends." He mumbled a bit before bringing a hand up to hold Dream against his face, nuzzling him for a moment before his nose was tapped.
Tommy pulled away as the little voice spoke. "Well, how about I go with you tomorrow? I'll be able to tell you if it's actually targeting comments or not." He let his blue eyes drift over to the small form in his hands, looking unsure before Dream continued. "If not it's fine, but if you don't choose who to tell I'll tell Techno myself."
Tommy gave a loud groan at the comment, immediately tucking the borrower against his chest, feeling the small thing laugh, able to hear the quiet chuckle that escaped him.
"Fine, you can come with me tomorrow, but you're staying hidden in my hoodie all day." He said quickly. Tommy was well aware his family was considered oddballs. It wasn't like anyone knew they had a friendly relationship with borrowers but most of his peers thought his family was strange due to the immense amount of hybrids types.
Dream had curled back under his Adam's apple, the flicking of his tail almost ticking the giant teen as the small man spoke. "Deal. Now get a bit of a nap. I'm sure Techno will know where to find you for dinner." The blonde borrower said calmly, gently tapping Tommy's chin before they both settled down for a bit.
Tomorrow will be fine, right?..
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Tommy could feel himself sweating and he had the insight to know Dream was in the same boat of panic. He had the borrower hidden in his hoodie pocket with his phone and the raccoon couldn't help but be nervous that Phil would notice something was wrong. They'd never let him take a borrower to school if they knew about this and he'd probably get in trouble when he got home if they found out about the fact he brought Dream with him.
The teen grabbed a slice of toast from the table, taking a bite to show he planned to eat it before he slipped his school bag back over his shoulders. He plans to let Dream have as much of it as he wants after they were at least a block or so from the house. He called out a goodbye to Phil, knowing Techno was already on campus.
Tommy relaxed as they got far enough away before he took another bite of the buttered toast and then sat down in the little backway he took to get to school. He placed his hand in his pocket, carefully letting his palm lay flat until he felt small hands grab his fingers and a weight settle on his palm.
"Finally! I forgot how stuffy and loud pockets could be!" The blonde said quickly. It broke a laugh for the teenager, smiling at the release of tension Dream brought with the little comment. He settled the borrower onto his thigh before holding out a bit of the slice of toast. The tiny man eagerly snatched a piece of it, eating at it like a starving animal. Tommy found himself rolling his eyes as he spoke.
"You're not that desperate for food."
"So what! You guys haven't had toast in a while and I love it!"
Tommy groaned before he leaned back, still watching the borrower as he spoke. "Today is gonna take forever-"
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The day had been going well so far, at least as far as Dream could tell. Tommy had been talking with all his friends and they didn't get caught in Techno's class either! It was a great day! The borrower had to admit he snuck a few peaks from he sides of his hiding place, knowing full well that he risked being seen or worse, grabbed. Regardless, he wanted to help Tommy in any way he could considering he's watched the kid grow up.
He could sense the kid's nerves as the last class of his day began to grow closer. He recognized that Tommy was very uncomfortable, the teen fidgeting on top of everything he could hear. The borrower was used to picking up noises humans couldn't considering he was so much smaller which meant quiet noises often seemed a lot bigger and more imposing for him. He could hear the raccoon's heartbeat, able to recognize the distant and uncomfortable sound. He could also make out Tommy's stomach, he was very used to the sounds but he could tell the difference between hunger and discomfort.
Being this close to a human, let alone a hybrid human, would make a normal borrower scream and panic even being caught inside something a human was holding, let alone in one's hand. He was used to being near them at this point, Tommy loved to carry him around all the time when he was a tot and Dream was only 8. Now the two of them were 15 and 20 years old, and the bond of being pseudo-brothers had turned real after a while.
He was used to human touch and it wasn't something he wanted to give up, the Crafts were his family and he had no reason to think of them otherwise. None of them saw him as a meal or some toy to throw away. He offered to help Tommy figure out what his teacher was doing because, despite the assumptions, Dream was actually very good at understanding emotions and words but, right now, he couldn't understand anything.
The entire classroom was full of sounds, speaking, squeaking, and thudding. Tommy had his hand around him, thumb rubbing his back as the teen seemed to be laying his head down on his desk, using his free arm to cradle his head. Dream was happy with having a comfortable touch with how loud everything was, he burrowed his head into the teen's palm, carefully trying to hide before everything went quiet.
Tommy removed his hand from his pocket and he listened to the kid's panicked heartbeat pick up before he went ahead and tapped the boy's abdomen through the fabrics to try to remind him he wasn't alone. He listened as the boy sighed and the class started up.
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"Alright, class! Don't forget that your essays are due tomorrow. Don't forget that if you add things from this lecture to it, I will give out extra points." Mr. Squid said simply before he went ahead and began a lecture on pesticides. It was pretty boring if Tommy was honest, unable to focus on anything considering that he'd learned about this from late-night lessons with Techno. When he couldn't sleep, he'd find himself in his big brother's room, listening to him plan lessons or ramble on about something he was currently hyperfictioning on.
Tommy has listened to his brother talk about natural and chemical-based pesticides for hours and never once did the man make him feel as though he deserved to be on the other side of these kinds of things. He knew full well his brother never used chemical pesticides unless absolutely necessary and, when he did, he would always inform those in the house. He knows the reason Techno talks about it is because Tommy had a bad habit of snagging plants from the vegetable garden before they were finished growing when he was in middle school.
The teen had noticed a small section added the next year that his big brother took care of but always made sure he never used things on it without informing Tommy first, he'd 99% sure it was added just for him but... He hasn't really messed with it as of late.
Well... not since this school year started.
Tommy used to giggle like a menace when he was caught pulling a carrot from the garden, and Techno would call him a little vermin! It hadn't ever been in a way that made him feel bad, but after he started classes with Mr. Squid, he hadn't been able to handle being called anything similar to a pest. His eyes drifted from his paper, and he saw that his teacher was scribbling down key points for the lesson.
The teen turned his attention to the small weight in his hoodie pocket, carefully placing his non-dominate hand into the fabric tube before he rubbed at Dream's back, able to feel as the tiny purred and nuzzled closer to his touch. He let his free hand start to take his notes, enveloping himself in the pattern of glancing up and down, up and down, until a hand on his shoulder grabbed him out of it.
"Mr. Innit-Craft, I've called your name 5 times now. You need to pay more attention." Mr. Squid said sternly. His touch wasn't hurting or anything but Tommy really didn't like being touched by people, it was a part of his raccoon instincts, not enjoying contact with people outside his nursery. His blue eyes drifted towards the man's face, swallowing nervously before his teacher continued. "Regardless, can you tell me what pesticides do when consumed since you seem more interested in your drawings than my lesson?"
Tommy lifted his gaze, back to the board seeing a collection of questions that hadn't been there just five minutes ago. He gave a nod before speaking up.
"Well, if people were to eat too much of it, it will-"
"No, Mr. Innit-Craft, what happens to a critter that eats it."
Tommy felt his heart sink for a moment, taking note of how Dream had gone still in his pocket before he opened his mouth. The teen was at a lost for words before he gave a small smile. "Well..." He started, his words lowering to a whisper as his tail curled into his lap, hiding the pocket of his hoodie and, in turn, the borrower inside.
"I'm not running a seminar, Thomas. Speak up for the class to hear." The man said as he stood up straight and began to walk to the front of the room. "I better be able to hear you this time."
Tommy could feel his heart pounding in his ears as he got to his feet. His eyes drifted over his peers, taking in the sight of normal humans and a wide range of animal hybrids. Not a single other 'scavenger' type animal among the groups in the room. The raccoon hybrid took a deep breath, his ears flicking to each little sound in the room.
"Like with people, if an animal were to eat too much of the contaminated crops they'd probably-"
"Give us an example."
"W-what?.." Tommy found himself saying.
"An example. Like rats, possums, or even... raccoons." Mr. Squid said causing Tommy to freeze up. He looked down at his feet before he spoke up again, able to feel the concerned taps against his fingers by the borrower still tucked away in his pocket. His heartbeat was filling his ears and he couldn't help the shaking of his voice as he spoke, not really paying attention to his words as he droned them out.
"If a raccoon were to eat contaminated crops... depending on how much they've eaten they'd suffer from mild sickness, chronic poisoning, nervous system collapse, liver and kidney failure, or even death." The teen said simply before he looked up and made eye contact with his teacher. There was this sick sense of joy in the man's eyes, enough that Tommy knew he really was trying to make Tommy feel bad. His ears began to flatten back at the soft snickers of his classmates before he began to shove things into his bag.
Tommy couldn't stomach another second in the classroom...
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Dream felt his stomach sink when Tommy rushed from the classroom. He could hear the teen's erratic heart rate and his panicked breathing, knowing all Tommy would want to do right now would be shifting his body into the shape of a raccoon and hiding in the closest thing to a burrow. He didn't expect Tommy to duck into a side room. Tommy was quiet other than the panicking breaths and the soft hiccups he could pick up,
The borrower took this as a sign they were alone as he peered his head out of the hoodie pocket, looking up to see Tommy's face. The boy's face was red, a mix of anger, sadness, and fear dressing his expression. He blinked a little as a tear fell on the top of his head, causing Dream to take his eyes off the sheen appearance of his little brother's face. He shook his head, trying to ignore the feeling of liquid dripping down the back of his neck.
"Tommy?... Maybe we should go to Techno's classroom." He said calmly, glancing around to see that they were tucked into a corner in a bathroom. He yelped as a hand scooped him up by the front, laying on his belly as he was draped over the interdigital part of Tommy's palm. He didn't expect to be held like this since, normally, the teen was very careful with how he handled him.
The boy's hold was firm but still soft enough to not cause him any pain as he glanced up, squirming to get a better look at the raccoon teenager. He pushed his hands against the pads on his hands, able to feel the soft yet textured sensation of Tommy's paw pads as he was quickly lifted. His eyes drifted from the boy's face, now watching the mirror they were standing in front of. The sound of rushing water grabbed his attention as he looked down.
"Tommy? What's going on, talk to me, kid!" He said quickly, not understanding why his little brother wasn't saying anything or doing much of anything he could think about. He looked up, taking in the glazed-over look in the raccoon's eyes on top of how narrow his pupils seemed to be.
He'd seen this before, most of the time whenever Tommy was curled up in his burrow or Phil's nest after a really bad day. 'Okay, Tommy's just really freaked out. Everything will be fine, I just need to get him to Techno or find a way to convince him to call-' Dream's thought process was quickly interrupted by the fact his head was drenched in water. He went to take a breath in his panic, only to suddenly take liquid into his lungs instead of water. Panic flooded him just as much as the cold fluid drenched his clothes. It felt like an hour of being submerged before the hissing of the faucet stopped and he coughed harshly, forcing water up and out of his lungs as his chest burned.
Dream greedily gulped air down, panicking now that he looked like a soaked rat, and looked toward his little brother before he froze. Tommy's gaze was still glazed over but it had a hint of valuation behind it. He didn't understand the way he was being looked at, but his instincts were screaming that something was really, really wrong. He needed to get Tommy to put him down, or he needed a way to get into contact with Technoblade.
"Tommy!" He called out before shaking as he shivered, of course, the cold was already getting to him. "Tommy?" He continued as he was lifted upwards, faster than he'd like to experience at his small size. His eyes widened as he took in the look on the teen's face. It was closer than he had been of his own fruition. His instincts screamed in fear as he squirmed and tried to dig his fingernails into the teen's palms, not managing to do much of anything as his lips parted in front of him.
Dream's heart fell into his stomach as he watched the boy's mouth open, seeing deep reds and pinks that decorated each muscle inside. He couldn't do anything, being forced to stare into the chasm as warm breath washed over his face. The moisture he could feel inside each exhale didn't need explaining since the sheen that covered everything made it rather clear why. He could see the light scaring in the very back, able to recognize where his tonsils used to be. "Tommy!" He yelled, unable to use his hands to brace himself due to the fact his hands were pinned.
He was shaking as his body was forced closer and began to enter the kid's mouth, he couldn't believe Tommy would do something like this! He's always been such a sweet kid who didn't mind the fears borrowers held, he understood that they had natural fears and never even considered pushing those boundaries, and yet here he was, his upper body sprawled across the teen's tongue as his legs kicked in fear. He could hear his heart in his ears and his breathing seemed to echo across the space as he squirmed before his hand slipped across one of Tommy's teeth. He didn't hesitate to yelp as pain shot through his palm, his hand suddenly feeling more wet despite the saliva and water that was soaking him.
The hum that sounded out around him as the nosy muscle pressed into his wound, now frightened him more than anything else was at the moment. He looked over his shoulder, taking a shuttering breath as he took in the sight of white, clean teeth, strong enough to break him in two if Tommy so desired. He felt dread, anger, and sadness all at the same time as he was pushed and prodded.
"Tommy! Let me out! Please, Toms, stop this!" He yelled out as the tongue pressed him up and against the roof, a loud gulp sounding out as saliva was pulled down the throat. The sight caused him to freeze, watching the liquid go down told him he wouldn't be getting out of this. He yelled, trying to push the roof of his mouth to have an attempt at keeping himself from being swallowed, but it didn't work. An eager push made him lose his hold before an ill-timed movement caused his head to dangle over the end of his tongue. Dream was no longer on his stomach, the borrower had managed to get to his back as he took in shuttering frightened breaths that turned into screams as the throat pulled him inside. The gulp brought him into a slick space, no longer able to get any form of grip before a second one pushed him down further, the movement not stopping as he slipped away.
His eyes were tightly closed as the sound of a heartbeat began to fill his ears, getting louder and louder as he sobbed out of fear and anguish. He never imagined he'd be dying inside his little brother's stomach. The soft wooshing of lungs had joined the fray but the heart had died down, softer than before but still present as his hand touched something thicker and seemed to block him off, only to have it yawn open, depositing him into a resting chamber.
The walls around him were uncomfortable, shifting curiously to try and feel him. Dream was quick to try and get to his feet, his head hitting the top of the stomach and causing him to slip back onto his back. He was scared to he in here, glancing around with hesitancy before he ended up noticing that he was sitting in a pool of liquid. The sensation on his skin wasn't one of burning, but he swore that it was! There was no other option other than that he was sitting in a pool of stomach acids.
The borrower found himself curled up against the wall that gave him the most amount of leniency. He covered his ears, not wanting to listen to the sounds around him. The thudding of a heart, the wooshing of lungs, but... most currently, the sound of gurgles and groaning that seemed to surround him but it was mostly coming from his right. He didn't want to die... let alone in the stomach of someone he saw as a brother.
He wasn't even thinking about the fact Tommy had eaten only an hour or two ago, yet nothing else was in here.
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Techno was pretty used to his own silence. He enjoyed it when his students were in the classroom and learning but his free period was the best. He could read through the mix of essays and assignments without disruption or anything similar and focus on his own priorities without students bothering him every 5 minutes. He was in the middle of reading through a pretty good essay on, The God of That Summer when his eyes noticed a person standing in his doorway.
The man sighed as he pulled his glasses off and placed them down on his desk, finally turning to face the person as he spoke. "Can I help-" He started before pausing as he took in the sight of his little brother. Tommy's eyes were red and swollen, tear tracks still gracing his face as the teen made his way towards him. Techno got to his feet as Tommy approached before the man met him halfway. He could barely see the blue of the raccoon's eyes, telling him enough he understood what he needed to do. The piglin scooped his runt up, gently holding Tommy close as he closed the door to his classroom with his foot and quietly made his way back to his desk.
The piglin didn't take his hand off Tommy's back, gently rubbing between his shoulders as he carefully held him. "Hey Toms... You're pretty out of it kiddo." He found himself whispering. He would have assumed this was just an instinct rush if Tommy was purring, but the kit was doing none of the sort. The teen was trembling, his tail wrapped around his abdomen and his hands tight enveloping his shirt. His eyes drifted to the backpack by the door to his room, and he leaned back at his desk as he let his mind wonder to where his little brother was supposed to be.
He sighed as he pushed it aside, for now, he'll talk to Simmon later, Tommy was his priority.
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Tommy blinked his eyes open and found himself curled up in the living room. His head was against something warm, and he heard the beating of a heart and soft, gruff purring that he recognized as belonging to his older brother. The teen felt his face flush red as he quickly moved to sit up, swinging his head up before a faint squeal left the person he was sitting on as his head hit something.
The teen looked forward, blinking as he took in the sight of Techno's head leaning back, the man's chin already turning a shade of red from where he'd head-butted him. "Shit- Sorry!" Tommy said quickly as he reached up to feel his brother's face, carefully nuzzling the piglin's chin to try and negate the hit despite knowing there was no real point in doing that.
Techno quickly pushed him away, "Stop it, I do not need your little kisses, Tommy." The man said simply, a fond laugh dancing on his voice.
"THEY-" Tommy started to raise his voice before he shoved it back down and cleared his throat, embarrassment spreading across his face. "They're not little kisses..." He grumbled. He didn't like it when they called his instincts cute little names like that but the stupid thing had stuck since he was a toddler.
The pink-haired man simply laughed for a moment before he calmed himself, cleared his throat, and spoke up: his face and voice seeming more serious.
"Tommy... Why did you run out of Squids' class?" The man asked simply.
The raccoon hybrid felt his ears lay back, looking up at him hesitantly before he fidgeted and gently picked at his hands. "Oh... um..." Tommy whispered, looking unsure as he glanced over his shoulder and placed his hands in his hoodie pocket.
The lack of a small form in the fabric sleeve made panic swell in his chest. Dream should still be in his pocket unless the blonde snuck out after they got home and that made no sense. The borrower would have immediately told Techno what happened and stayed to make sure everything was fine before he'd even consider running off to hide in the safety of the walls.
Tommy gave a nervous swallow before he glanced up and opened his mouth, "Mr. Squid... I don't think he likes me very much." He said calmly. There was no way he was going to get around this.
"Simmons not liking you is not gonna cause you to come to my classroom in the middle of a Panic-induced instinct attack, Tommy. What really happened?" The man said plainly, without any judgment or anger in his voice. Techno wasn't blaming Tommy despite how it sounded, he was just trying to make sure Tommy was honest and told him what he needed to know.
A whine left the raccoon-hybrid before he glanced over his shoulder and spoke up, not wanting to look his big brother in the eyes as he spoke. "He keeps singling me out... He makes me answer all the questions on pests and vermin..." Tommy mumbled as he let his gaze drift down to his lap, his hands having began to fidget at the ends of Techno's braid. "He made me tell the class about the side effects pesticides and poisons have on animals, specifically... raccoons."
Tommy kept quiet after he finished his sentence, his eyes not leaving his hands as he carefully messed with the end of the piglin's braid, he'd redo it if he had any gold beads or clamps to add to the intertwined hair but he didn't so there wasn't much of a point. It took a moment before his brother's big and callused hands gently cupped around his little ones, rubbing the back of the dorsal side of his hands.
"Shit, Toms... Why didn't you say something sooner?" The history teacher questioned as he leaned forward, placing their foreheads together as he gave a soft chuff. Tommy relaxed at the familiar position and sound, his mind able to relax at the piglin's sign of affection and care.
"I thought I was overreacting."
Technoblade sighed in response to that. "Either way, I could have talked to him and helped clear up the misunderstanding."
"I know..." He said softly before a soft movement in his abdomen caught him off guard. Tommy managed to not make a noise at the sensation, able to recognize the familiar weight of something sitting in his storage. He didn't fully understand it, he didn't remember eating anything, especially an asshole borrower or some kind of mouse, but he could worry about that later.
"Now," Shit... he missed everything Techno was saying. "You head upstairs and curl in your burrow till Dad gets home. I know for a fact he's gonna want you in the nest tonight." The piglin said simply as he picked the raccoon up and carefully placed the teen onto the floor. Tommy glared, trying to play off his lack of listening as his big brother began to head down the hallway, no doubt heading to the backyard to call someone, Tommy had a feeling he could guess who...
The teen groaned as he flopped onto his bed, toeing his shoes off as he hid his face in his pillow. The hybrid was annoyed that this day had gone so horribly. He could feel the soft weight shifting in his abdomen, quiet growls leaving his actual stomach as clawed hands dug into the walls of his storage. He needed to move whatever it was to his actual stomach before he had to deal with a sore organ for a few day.
The teen wasn't super used to this, pulling the squirming form up and out of his storage. He didn't like having to take them back up into his mouth, but it was something every human could do so it wasn't weird, before swiftly swallowing the form's body. Having half of a borrower in your throat and the other half in your mouth wasn't the best experience considering they're decently long, but this one was bigger than he was used to.
Tommy coughed a little as the form disappeared into his chest for a second time, no doubt less happy this time compared to the first. He didn't seem to mind at least, pulling himself out of bed to change into something more comfortable as his stomach gurgled, filling the tiny space with a squirming meal. He couldn't help the chittering purr that built in his throat, the more animalistic side of his brain enjoying the stimulation and sensation of something in his belly.
Either way, he didn't want to be himself right now. Letting his instincts take the reigns sounds nice as he crawls into his nest...
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Dream had come to the idea that he was safe where he was. He'd been in here for a solid hour or so now and the saliva at the bottom had disappeared at this point. The walls were plush and slick but they didn't really move around him all that much, just reacting to his own touch from the looks of it and the sounds had died down a bit, mostly just being a gentle bubbling that had gotten quieter and seemed to grow further away.
He felt uncomfortable still, not entirely sure what was going on, whatever rush had caused Tommy to do this was still active so it wasn't like the two of them could have a proper conversation. The borrower had almost managed to doze off at the sound of Tommy's and, he's assuming Techno's, purring. He wouldn't normally like to get himself into their more sensitive moments since he wasn't an actual member of their family but it felt nice to be included for once even if neither of them was, at least not fully, aware of him at the moment.
He'd listened quietly as the two of them began to talk, pride swelling in his chest as Tommy told someone about the bad attitude that Mr. Squid had been showing. He shifted his weight, leaning forward to rub the wall he leaned against only to be squeezed. He released a soft yelp, not expecting it as his tail flicked around in annoyance.
He'd have to scold Tommy later, this may be a good place to hide him but that didn't mean he enjoyed being eaten and kept in a flesh sack. He felt as the teen moved around, smiling that his little brother was heading to his room. The soft sway of his movements was actually more than gentle. It made him sleepy but the borrower assumed it was his own instincts trying to trick him into feeling like it was a nest. It wasn't so he didn't want to stay in here much longer.
His peace was quickly interrupted by a growl, feeling the muscles against his back twitch as the rumbling sensation went down his spine. Dream physically cringed away from it, slipping to the other side of the stomach- He couldn't forget that he was laying in someone's stomach. The space wasn't fun, his movements were rather restricted and limited to the soft space.
The grow was followed by a rumble before a louder groan escaped the area as he pinned himself against the furthest wall he could, shaking a bit. This was fine... He wasn't in Tommy's real stomach, that much was clear to him, but it wasn't nice to hear the actual sounds of hunger just next to him.
"Tommy-"
Dream's words were interrupted as he was thrown into the wall to his right, the one of his left pushing him against it before the area squeezed. He clamped his eyes closed as his body was forced back into the esophagus, squirming due to the constricting space. His upper body was pushed back onto the teen's tongue, a shutter of relief leaving him as he reached forward to try and grab onto a fang, something for a safe hold to keep himself secure. He barely moved his hand before the tongue pushed into it.
The pause he felt, confusion etching his face, quickly turned into panic as the muscle rose higher, the grip on his waist loosening for a moment before a loud gulp sounded out. He was forced back down, a panicked yelp leaving him as he was tugged deeper once more. He clamped his eyes closed, trying to ignore the sensation as tears dripped down his face. He'd been safe, so close to being secure. Why was Tommy swallowing him again?! He didn't understand why this was happening.
He'd felt his legs being tugged into an open space again, his entire body following in moments. For a second he thought it was just the other stomach again before the acidic scent hit his nose. Within seconds he was on his knees, pressing his hands against the roof of the stomach as he glanced down. There was a very shallow puddle of murky water in the bottom. It carried the biting smell but it wasn't all that strong. He felt nervous as the organ gurgled, sounding pleased as it shifted around him.
Tommy was moving around him on top of the stomach, the purring he could hear was frightening, knowing his little brother was pleased to have him inside of his stomach. He was nervous as he pushed before he felt the teen crawl. He was assuming they were in the burrow now, a soft tingling forming on his foot as he shoved again, opening his mouth to yell.
"Tommy! Let me out of here!" He called out, feeling a weight settle over him. The purring was still going, having not faltered at his works. Dream growled before he looked over his shoulder. This wasn't a fun idea, but it seemed like his best bet as he shifted to look at the exit and then turned his eyes back to where he'd come in through.
"Fuck it..." He groaned before he crawled over, sitting in front of the sphincter hesitantly before he reached forward and shoved his hands into the area. It wasn't fun, feeling the strong muscles trying to contradict his choices, but Dream needed to make sure Tommy got him out. He refused to sit here and take it when he, a part of him, had a feeling that this wasn't intended. He'd seen the boy in instinct waves, Phil always said he needed to avoid him during these moments and now he understood why.
His legs were already burning. It wasn't a horrid sensation, but it felt like his legs were numb with the carbonated tingling that he often felt when he accidentally rested on his limbs wrong.
He shoved his way forward, his hands almost slipping on the slick flesh of the throat as he squeezed his head through the sphincter. Within seconds an unhappy gurgle sounded out before he was squeezed back down into the stomach, gasping for a moment before the plush walls closed in on him once more. A frightened yelp had been his sound of opposement, before he was quickly shoved up and out of the organ.
Dream loudly coughed as he was forced into a hand, shaking a bit as he lay on his stomach. He needed to relax and take a few moments to adjust to the light and no longer haveing soft flesh all around him. His tail wrapped around his leg as he glanced over at his little brother, an uncomfortable laugh leaving him at the unhappy look on the teen's face that swiftly turned to horror.
Tommy then spent the next 3 days basically constantly making sure Dream felt safe around him. He even would give the borrower little treats and help him do anything he asked. If Dream would occasionally ask to sleep on Tommy's abdomen, no one knows.
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊
Thank you for reading! Sorry this ask took so long but any of the ones I haven't answered yet, I see you Bkdk person, and the two Tommy ideas, I promise I will get to those!
This was supposed to be a short story, maybe 1,000 words but instead it turned into this-
I don't regret writing this, but it took literally months. I've been working on this on and off for weeks now.
Found a little snippet that I don't think I've shared on tumblr! It's based on Sapnap's "Minecraft but I shrunk my friends" video, so use that as a reference for their heights. Sapnap's at his regular height, Dream is tiny, and George is even tinier. Figuring out how I should tag the sizes on this one will be interesting lol
Word count: 970
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"Sapnap!" George shrieks, desperately hoping that Sapnap's close enough to intervene. "Help!"
He can hear boots scuff against the wood floor outside his tunnel, followed by a sigh, but the player doesn't take any steps closer.
"He's gonna- Sapnap!" George shouts again, because he catches a glimpse of an axe carving through the wall of his tunnel. "He's breaking into my tunnel!"
"Technically, you destroyed my wall to make your tunnel," Sapnap mutters. "I'm not gonna help you protect it."
"You- ugh." George throws a jagged piece of wood at the hole, grinning when he hears Dream yelp. "He's making it bigger, aren't you gonna stop him?"
Another sigh slips out of Sapnap's mouth, followed by the sound of his knees hitting the ground as he kneels.
"Dream, could you maybe not add to the damage?" Sapnap asks, already sounding defeated as he softly knocks his fist against the wall. "At least George's tunnels are tiny."
"Okay, but-" Dream pokes his head through the hole and George throws another piece of wood, managing to hit him right in the middle of his stupid mask. "Ow! Sapnap, he's throwing things at me!"
"How am I the youngest one here?" Sapnap grumbles. George can hear him stand up and start to walk away. "You two can figure it out on your own."
Well, shit. George can't see behind Dream's mask, but he's probably got a smug look on his face.
"No Sapnap to hide behind now?" Dream taunts, clearly trying to sound menacing, but the giggle that slips out of his mouth pretty much ruins it. "You shouldn't have messed with my stuff."
"You're an idiot and I hate you," George shoots back, crossing his arms. "And technically it's all Sapnap's stuff, so you messed with it first."
Dream sticks his arm through the hole but George just takes a single step back, cackling when Dream ends up grabbing nothing but air.
"Your arms aren't long enough, idiot!" George lets out a gleeful shriek, hopping forward before stepping back again just in time to avoid Dream's grasp. "Ha! I just ratioed you in real life!"
"I have no idea how Sapnap hasn't stuck you in an empty potion bottle yet to shut you up," Dream complains. "How are you so tiny but so loud?"
"I could say the same about-" George stumbles slightly and isn't able to avoid Dream this time. Fingers grab onto the front of his shirt and drag him through the hole; he yelps as he nearly smacks his forehead against the edge of it. "Careful!"
Dream just laughs, completely unbothered by George's flailing limbs. George shouts even louder as Dream tucks him under an arm like an unruly chicken.
"You'd better not take me out of the walls," George complains, but Dream doesn't stop walking. "It'll take me forever to get back here."
"Yeah, your little legs really slow you down," Dream teases, sounding far too amused. George jabs his elbow against Dream's ribs but the fabric of Dream's hoodie is thick enough that he probably barely even feels the blow. "Maybe Sapnap will carry you if you ask nicely."
"I'd rather die than be carried by Stinknap," George grumbles even though he's already thinking of the best way to get Sapnap to help him. "One day I'll convince him to step on you."
Dream laughs; it's bright and annoying. "You're the only one here short enough to worry about being stepped on."
"He could step on you," George argues. "Or maybe I'll get him to kick you. That would be funnier."
"Not if I kick you first." Dream loosens his grip for a moment and George squeals, desperately clinging to his arm. "Don't worry, I wouldn't actually do it."
"I'd bite you if you did," George hisses, reluctantly accepting his fate and going limp. He's not gonna be able to escape until Dream puts him down. "Shut up."
Dream's giggles don't stop and George sighs, debating the pros and cons of continuing to argue.
"Where are you even taking me?" George asks.
"Out of the walls, obviously." Dream turns a corner and George squints against the light as they approach the exit. "Have fun trying to be annoying now that you can't run and hide to avoid the consequences of your actions."
"I'll just make a new tun-" George starts to say, but Dream adjusts his grip, hooking his hands under George's armpits and lifting him so that they're face-to-face.
"No." Dream chuckles. "I'm not letting you go back into the walls, George. You have to live outside like the rest of us."
"What?" George kicks his legs, managing to smack his heels against Dream's mask. "No. You'll get distracted and then I'll escape and-"
"Sapnap?" Dream calls, stepping out into the open and flipping George around. "I caught him."
Sapnap turns away from the furnaces to stare down at them. ". . .good for you, I guess. What now?"
"I need string," Dream decides, still holding George up like he's some kind of trophy to be shown off. "I'm making a lead for him."
"You're not putting me on a leash!" George screams. Sapnap winces, frowning down at Dream.
"Dude, you know he's not gonna shut up if you do that," Sapnap points out. George crosses his arms and sharply nods, glad that at least one of the idiots has common sense. "Maybe you could make a gag for him too?"
"I hate you," George immediately hisses. They both just laugh. "I will make your lives a living hell if you do that."
"You already do," Sapnap jokes, resting his hand palm-up on the ground. "Okay, Dream, stop picking on the little guy."
Dream huffs but sets George down on top of Sapnap's hand. George sticks his tongue out, sitting down so he can lean back against Sapnap's thumb.
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And that's the end of it! Figured I might as well share it here even though it's pretty short :) hope you all enjoy!
The sounds of the metal under the hooded borrower’s shoes echoed through the vents, excruciatingly loud normally, but in a deserted house like this it didn’t matter. Dream smiled from behind his mask, using a hand to shield his eyes as he reached an outdoor exit for the air within the vents… a hole meticulously made in the grates. He would hook his hook around the grate lines, and begin to rappel himself down… and once he reached the bush, he would take berries from it with strong tugs to rip them out from their stems; It was a routine day, afterwards he would get some water from a leaky pipe and would patch it back up when he left from the attic.
Everything seemed normal, he had only been here for a week but it had been a great house so far. If only the last house I went to was half as peaceful… I hope that guy didn’t mind that needle shot. He mused over his most recent past, balancing across a pipe in the attic to reach his base of operations. It was a simple place carved out of an old box, it wasn’t much, but for now it was home.
Once he got inside he would place his bag down next to his ‘books’ which lay against a wall, and laid atop a piece of fluff he had stolen a few houses prior… they all blurred together so he couldn’t quite remember which. He sighed, stroking his temple with two fingers, it was relaxing for sure but the adventure was always something he enjoyed. He supposed it could be worse though, that blue haired borrower from a few houses back (Or was it longer than a few?) was even more of a thrillseeker than he was, foolish even; Dream couldn’t judge however, only hope his fellow borrower would be safe.
The base was an interesting place, to a human at least, to a borrower it was all very typical save for the ‘books’. Dream’s makeshift bean bag out of fluff was in the center, directly in front of it to the left in the corner laid a few pieces of paper, some of those papers being held together by a very thin needle. The papers were the ‘books’ mentioned earlier, inside laid some teachings in the borrower’s written language on operations for the special Hook Dream had, as well as basic advice and even one of them being a journal he wrote in from time to time. In the opposite corner, to the right of the front of the bean bag were a few murals, sketches of a variety of people, a pink haired man in a crown, the blue haired borrower, another borrower with wings, and so on. The walls behind the bean bag, and farthest from the entrance, were mostly empty… save for a few tools to repair the hook in the event of a malfunction or damage being sustained, and a variety of needles to be used as weapons.
Dream sighed as he unequipped the hook for a moment, taking it off of his waist. It was truly a special thing, heck he probably wouldn’t be alive right now without it. You see, the hook was an automated one that could be worn around his waist, all it took was a bit of control for where you wanted to throw it and the damn thing could hook onto just about anything with enough momentum, it could allow him to swing the length of an entire room, and when mixed with Dream’s unique analytical vision, it was easy to gauge what he needed to do to get close enough to stab a Bean and get away fast without being caught.
His train of thought was interrupted though as his ears detected a familiar sound… the jingling of keys turning as the front door was opened.
That couldn’t be right?
Almost growling, he got up, put his hook on, and ran out the front door of his box… leaping out and throwing the hook to a support beam in the attic, swooping down and swinging directly in between the bars of a vent grate and spiraling down, down, down before shooting the hook back up for it to lodge within the roof of the shaft and allow him to slow his fall to a soft thump of his makeshift shoes. From here, he would head to the living room with a nervous, yet excited expression overcame his face. Excitement at the prospect of being able to finetune his skills and battle with a bean, but also annoyed and nervous at the relaxation being taken away. He would be sure to readjust his mask, and he’d emerge out onto a shelf, overlooking the scene.
He made an oof sound as he dropped a box down onto the hard floor, using a hand to push his glasses up as he looked around the house. It wasn’t much, but it would serve well. George had been saving up for a house for a while at this point, wanting somewhere more than an apartment for his streams and recordings.
This move had been a big change, but it was something he wanted, and it would bring him somewhere better to live in case his YouTube and Twitch career went up in flames so he could get a job. The next hour or so of his day would be spent carrying boxes from his car inside, thankfully the moving company had come so his bed should already be- His thoughts were cut off abruptly as he opened the bedroom door to find nothing there. He groaned slightly, and checked his phone only to discover they’d been delayed… typical.
The next hour was spent trying to make a makeshift bed on the sofa the house came with; It definitely needed replacing, he couldn’t even figure out what every stain was. George eventually just covered it all up with a sheet he had found in one of the boxes, and from there he would try to get everything out of the boxes he could… largely just his setup, decor, and his TV. He would grumble slightly and head outside with a pair of clippers. He didn’t particularly feel like working for another hour to figure out how to set up the TV, so instead he would take care of some of the prickly fauna in the backyard.
George opened the backdoor, and took in the fresh air. It was a rather beautiful backyard despite the overgrown plants, but he would still keep some of them. But first things first, that prickly berry bush right up against the house would be the first to go. George took his clippers to the bush, he didn’t want to get pricked by it anytime soon. When he leaned in to take the first snip however, an acorn conked him right on the forehead, and caused him to reel back with an audible “Ow!” while he clutched his head. He looked all around.
How had the nut hit him?
The tree in the yard wasn’t overhanging above him, and he hadn’t heard any squirrels… he pondered over this for only a moment, before taking a step back towards the berry bush; And he immediately fell over into the bush with a rather high-pitched screech, his shoes had been tied together, and now he was covered in thorns!
“Ow, ow ow ow!” He grunted as he practically leaped away from the bush and tenderly touched where they had pricked him on his arms. “Urg…” He looked up briefly, feeling around his neck. As he did this, he saw a glimmer of something disappearing into an air vent.
Something clicked in his head. Was this perhaps… the doing of a borrower? He’d heard a lot of stories about those little guys, nothing specific, and no one was sure if they really existed, but… No, it was crazy, he must’ve imagined it. But as he got up and headed back inside to extract some of the embedded thorns, he thought he heard something that sounded like laughter.
Special thanks to @i-am-beckyu for reviewing the fic beforehand! I was h^lla rusty at the time so it helped a ton! (There is an owo hidden somewhere in this fic courtesy of my Gf btw xd)
Also: This post is actually a double feature, almost immediately after I am posting a fic for a different fandom! :3 I know it’s not what y’all followed me for but it’s a new passion of mine x3 totally would recommend checking out Dannocaldrawings and Shorts Wars on YT in general tho if you don’t know what they are or else that other fic will be confusing af.
Very interesting au! I love it! I have to get back to writing my dsmp fic, or I'll never be satisfied. But still, amazing au! I can't wait for more! But I need to request something stupid:
Dream with his shenanigans around the fiances. Be it angst or just pure chaos. I need some, as I don't have enough information to do scylla shenanigans.
I kinda got tired of it but heres the story of dreams growing connection with the fiances :)
Tw implied rape, death threats, fear
“Scylla!” Dream shouted into the enveloping darkness of the creature’s lair. His ship floated in, unmanned.
A suicide mission, this was.
A fierce growl echoed through the cave as Dream felt his boat getting lifted upwards. He faltered on his feet only momentarily as two pairs of glowing eyes glared down at him.
“What is it, mortal.” The one with blue eyes hissed. “Speak your pathetic words before I decide whether to just eat you or not.” It continued. Dream glared at the blue eyed creature.
“I already gave you gifts, the suitors from mine, and neighboring islands. All I ask is for you to hear me out.” He commanded.
The beast stared at its other head questioningly.
“Fine.” The one with the orange eyes returned. “But if we don’t like it, we’ll feast on you.” Dream took a shaky breath.
“In exchange for prey, all I ask is safe travels through your cave. For me and my family.” The silence was deafening.
Scylla stared at him with its piercing eyes. “What do you mean by prey?” The blue eyed head asked. “I lead a ship into your lair with humans, animals, whatever you desire, and you let me and my ship go through.”
Scylla thought for a moment. It was a very tense moment, Dream realized. “Fine.” The one with orange eyes spat.
Deep within their eyes was a speck of love and worry.
Dream knew that look the moment it sparked in its eyes.
…
Dream surprisingly had taken a bit more trips through Scylla’s lair than he thought he would.
His boat had been momentarily docked within their lair as the two heads feasted on the prey they had been given.
“I apologize for taking this many trips, I didn’t realize I would be travelling this much.” He spoke from the bow of the ship.
“We enjoy these snacks.” One of Scylla’s heads hissed. Dream assumed it was the one with orange eyes. “We’ve started a collection.” Dream could practically hear the smile on the blue eyed head’s face.
That was a very morbid thought. Scylla was making a collection of dead bodies.
“I was wondering if I would be able to continue on my journey.” He asked. “We have a question.” Scylla spoke. “Why are you so willing to give us mortals to eat?” Both heads turned to face him.
“I-I’ve made too many enemies. And while I doubt Foolish would attack me again, I’d rather not risk it.” Dream spoke. “So, the Gods hate you?” Scylla asked in response.
“Yes, they do. I do not care, as long as I can spend time with my George and our son.” He spoke in return. “Why? Are you a god?”
Scylla let out a quiet hiss. “You’ll find that this cave is a godless land.” And just like that, Dream’s ship was freed and pushed out into the light.
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Scylla surprisingly seemed to be in higher spirits since then, letting Dream converse with them.
“If you don’t mind me asking, where did you come from?” Dream asked innocently. Scylla froze, both heads dropping their new prey.
“Eret.” The blue eyed one hissed. Dream thought he heard a very distressed chirp, but he wasn’t certain.
“I was a mermaid, as you humans call them.” The one with the blue eyes hissed, pointing to himself, before pointing to the other head. “He was a fire nymph. Our third is a water nymph.” Dream froze. “Third?” He asked slowly.
“We will not say anything more, aside from the fact that Eret ruined our lives twice.” The one with orange eyes spoke. Dream nodded.
“Where is your…third? Will I ever see it?” Dream asked. “He will remain hidden until we feel it safe for him to roam.” Scylla announced. Dream just nodded.
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On this trip, Dream had brought George with him.
It was not going as well as he had hoped.
“Oh gods, you’ve befriended a man-eating beast.” George muttered in fear.
“George, this is Scylla. Both of them.” Dream introduced as the two came closer. He debated for a while what they were, and came to the conclusion that maybe Scylla was more than likely three separate beings, if he was right about the third despite never meeting them.
George blinked. “I-I don’t think I understand.” His husband spoke. “These two may share a body, but they are entirely different.” Dream returned, trying his best to explain them to the King.
His husband just nodded in confusion.
“Why did you bring another mortal?” The one with blue eyes growled, before the one with orange eyes slammed their hand down on the ground where the ship was docked. “And why does he reek of the scent of the gods.” The orange eyed one growled.
Dream paled, and George stumbled backwards. “I-I do not know. Please, we mean no harm.” Dream spoke.
“There is no god.” A quiet, but beautiful voice spoke. Scylla turned both of their bodies, as the one with orange eyes moved just a bit, cupping something in their massive hands.
Dream dared to look over the edge, watching a tiny figure float within the grasps of the giant creature.
There was silence.
“Fine. You two can live. For now.” The blue eyed one spoke, before joining the other body in the water, enamored by the miniature form.
“What is that?” Dream asked cautiously as George joined him to look at the strange thing.
The orange eyed body slowly lifted their cupped hands, holding it close to the boat.
Dream stared in shock at the creature who sat in the middle of the giant being's hand. The prettiest nymph he’d ever bore witness to, and yet, they were the size of a human child.
“Hello.” The creature spoke softly. The voice dawned on him.
“You.” He muttered.
The voice dripping with honey, the one with the glowing purple eyes, the one who distracted him while Scylla got into place.
The one who told him to travel through Scylla’s lair, the one who took the appearance of George to trick him into becoming food.
The nymph nodded and looked away. “What are you? A nymph? A siren? A-” “Scylla.” The smaller being spoke.
Dream paused mid-sentence. That-that didn’t seem right, Scylla was a giant monster, Scylla was literally right in front of him. So why is such a tiny creature claiming something to be something so big?
“No, you’ve got to be a siren-” “You dare speak to him like that?” The blue eyed one spoke. “He is part of us. He is our third. He may be smaller, but he completes us.” They continued.
Dream paled. He remembered Scylla speaking of a third.
Does that make all three Scylla?
“...do you three share thoughts?” George asked beside him. “If we desire to, yes. But we can think separately.” The orange eyed one spoke, letting the blue eyed one sit on the rocks and hold their third.
“Why is your third different-” Dream tried to ask, only to get shoved out of the cave by the orange eyed one, who seemed on the brink of destroying their ship.
…
No words were exchanged the next few times Dream went through Scylla’s lair.
He’d learned from George that their son had become Puffy’s champion, and he didn’t think it would be safe to bring either of them with him anymore, seeing just how violently Scylla reacted when Orange had smelled a god.
Oh that’s right. Dream made up nicknames for them. Orange, Blue and Purple. He called them those names as a way to make it easier.
“I apologize for my words, great Scylla.” Dream shouted into the darkness.
“It’s okay!” Purple’s sweet voice spoke, close to his ship. He looked over the edge of the ship, spotting the smaller being. “They get very protective.” Purple spoke, smile evident in his voice.
“Where are the other two?” He asked. “Away. But it’s okay! I love the gifts.” They spoke.
He watched the smaller climb onto the ship, a giggling mess. “Don’t you need to stay in the water?” Dream asked. Purple laughed. “No! I’m a water nymph, there is no need.”
“If you don’t mind, I’m just trying to figure this out. Are you actually a part of Scylla?” Dream asked slowly, letting his ship run aground just enough to stop it from moving.
“Yes, I am.” Purple smiled, exposing their sharp teeth. “I was like them originally, but then Eret hurt us greatly by pulling us physically apart. That’s why I’m different!” Purple smiled at the last statement.
Dream nodded. The smaller seemed too happy for their own good.
Purple decided to venture around his ship, looking at the things he had.
“These are cool.” Purple muttered. “Oh! I have to let you go, goodbye!” Purple rambled before jumping off the ship.
Dream waved as the ship began moving again.
Distantly he heard, “No, I can’t maul him, he brought gifts!”
…
Elliot was stupid for this.
Yes, both of his parents told him to never venture to Scylla’s lair, but he was curious.
Currently he hid in the bottom of his father’s ship.
The waters were particularly rough, unfortunately, and it seemed he was getting sea sick.
“I SMELL A GOD.” A voice shouted, hurting his ears. The ship crashed into something, and he dared peek above.
A massive creature with orange eyes glared with teeth bared. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” They shouted, slamming a fist into the deck.
His father, Dream, fumbled backwards. “I do not understand?” He spoke. The creature growled and lifted his dad up. He would’ve said something, but then something brushed his shoulder, causing him to scream.
He ducked back down into his hiding spot as another creature tilted themself downwards to stare at him.
“Hello!” They smiled with a ferocious grin. He stared in shock at them.
“...hello?” He whispered. “Why are you hiding?” They asked, grinning wildly.
“...you scared me.” The creature’s smile fell, instantly backing away. “I never meant to do that…” They pouted.
“It’s okay, I’m not scared anymore.” He lied, pulling himself out from his hiding spot to face the creature.
They were absolutely small, about the size of a child.
He sat down in front of them as the creature looked at him.
He also noticed the two larger creatures watching him as they held his father in a death grip.
The creature sits down in front of him as well, continuing to look him over.
“How about a trade?” He asked loudly, just enough for the other two to hear. “My bracelet for my father?” He finished. The creature thought for a moment, nodding and thinking. “You aren’t a god, I don’t think.” The creature muttered.
Elliot took his cuff off, holding it just in front of the creature.
“Fine.” One of the larger creatures spoke as his father was set on the ship. The smaller creature took it slowly and carefully.
They tried to put it on, only for the band to slide right off. “Hang on, I’ll help.” Elliot smiled, taking the band and slipping it on the creature’s arm, tightening it so that it could stay.
“See? It looks good.” He smiled. The creature smiled widely, tail wagging and hands shaking in excitement.
The creature smiled and waved before diving into the water to join the larger creatures.
The ship began to move again as Dream approached his son.
“You know you weren’t supposed to come.”
…
The next time Dream saw Scylla, Purple had quite literally swam all the way to Ithaca.
Dream currently sat on the edge of the water, legs cooling in the cold ocean when a flash of purple escaped the water just in front of him, wrapping around him in the best hug their tiny body could make.
“Purple?” He questioned, freezing when he heard sniffles. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, carefully cradling the smaller as best as he could.
Purple didn’t say anything, burying their face into his chest. Dream held them close, making quiet noises.
“Dream, it's getting late, we need to head inside-” George spoke before spotting Purple.
“What-” “Do you want something to eat?” Dream asked Purple, who was taking up his entire lap.
Purple nodded into his chest. “Hey George, can you go see if there’s any raw fish?” Dream asked. The king nodded and turned back to the castle.
Dream sat like this for a while, running a hand through Purple’s hair and rubbing their back.
“Do the other two know you’re here?” He asked gently. Purple nodded. “Did something happen between you three?” Purple shook their head. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked. Purple shook their head furiously.
“Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay.” Dream whispered. Purple seemed to just melt into his touch, seemingly calmed down just a bit.
George came running back moments later with a plate of raw fish, setting it carefully beside Dream. “Thank you. Want to join us?” He asked. His husband nodded, taking a seat next to him.
The three sat in silence–interrupted occasionally by Purple’s sniffles–as they watched the sun set over the ocean.
He watched the water ripple as Blue and Orange slowly peeked out of the ocean to avoid being seen.
“They’re here for you.” Dream whispered to Purple, who nodded and finally let go.
Purple stared at Dream as they dove back into the ocean, swimming as fast as they could to join the other two. Blue turned to scoop up Purple as Orange nodded to the human.
“You do not have to bring us prey anymore. We will let you pass without gifts, as a show of our gratitude.” Orange spoke. Dream smiled and nodded.
He waved to the three as they left, leaning against George. “Come on, you’re drenched. Let’s get you a change of clothes.
