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Hey there, and welcome to my lil self-ship sideblog! My name is Ace, and I love villains, monsters, and morally questionable characters. I mostly reblog stuff, but on occasion I'll post original thoughts, writing, or art too. Feel free to vibe or send asks. I don't bite! <3

My F/Os:

Freddy Krueger, Nightmare on Elm Street ⏰❤️

Gabriel May, Malignant 🧠🖤

Amanda Young, Saw 🐽💚

Dr. Jack Griffin, The Invisible Man 🧪🩶

William Afton/Springtrap, FNAF 🐇💜

Karlach, Baldur's Gate 3 ⚔️❤️‍🔥

Some disclaimers:

--No DNI criteria, just be 18+ and respectful. I'll block as needed. --I'm cool with sharing F/Os. The more the merrier! But I'll do my best to respect those who don't feel the same. --There will be cutesy soft stuff here, but there will also be NSFW, dark, and horror-related content, so proceed with caution. --I am NOT interested in discourse. I'm a horror and Gothic lit fan who studies literature, and I don't have time for pearl-clutching or all-or-nothing statements. --NSFW stuff is tagged "notsft".

I interact through @/ace-of-hearts-and-spades.

NN!Freddy Krueger x Ace Henderson (self-ship)

The edge of a blade caressed my nape, tracing over the sensitive skin like a cold, deadly kiss. A promise, a threat, an idle movement that meant nothing more? It was hard to tell with him. Though his nose sweetly brushing against my cheek as he leaned down to peer at my notes suggested the latter. It reminded me, faintly, of a predator sniffing out its prey. So….. what did that make me? The hare that fell in love with the fox, the mouse that fell in love with the cat, the sheep that fell in love with the wolf? And what did that make him, if he returned the sentiment?

Amanda Young x Ace McKenzie (self-ship)

“What if it happens again?” The words came out weaker than I’d have liked them too. More scared. Her thumbs brushed against my palms, against the pale mangled scars there. The sheer conviction that burned in her eyes was almost enough to convince me, as was her unwavering voice as she said, “It won’t. I won’t let it. I promise.” As if she’d personally fight Jigsaw if he came to take one of us a second time. And I believed her. Because I’d do the same.

How about ☔️ ? As for the f/o, I leave the choice entirely to you :3

☔ — f/o and s/i got caught in the rain... write about how they handle it! did either of them bring an umbrella?

I’ve had some serious Mandy brainrot today, so I went with her for this! Also the snippet got away from me schwoopsieeeeeee lmao. No real content warnings here aside from a couple suggestive lines. For the most part it’s just cutesy fluffy stuff!! :3

I tapped a fingernail against the glass, breath leaving a puff of condensation from just how damn cold it was outside. “I don’t think this is gonna let up anytime soon,” I admitted. We’d already waited at the diner for a half hour longer than we’d intended. The rain had only gotten more intense, pounding against the window as if determined to force its way inside.

Amanda made a noncommittal sound of agreement. She looked tiny on the other side of the table, as if the faded red vinyl of the booth was going to swallow her up. But she looked at ease with that idea. At ease just sitting here, drinking endless amounts of coffee and talking about nothing. Talking about everything. As if the world didn’t exist outside the preciously unremarkable 24 hour diner.

As much as I wanted to wring Jigsaw’s neck for what he’d done to me – to us – I had to admit. I did appreciate the little things so much more now.

“We can’t just stay here all night.”

“Why not?” Mandy asked, propping a fist against her cheek and fixing me with a wide-eyed, almost pleading look. But she had on a soft smile. Fuck, I wished I could capture the image of her smile in my brain forever.

“You can’t expect me to sleep in these booths. Who knows the last time they got cleaned with more than a wet cloth.” I said it jokingly, but the idea of passing out here did have me repressing a shudder. It’s not like a Jigsaw trap could solve my goddamn germaphobia.

She glanced out the window and sighed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

She sounded so reluctant, it took everything in me not to capture her hands and say, If I could spend the rest of my goddamn life with you trapped in a mediocre diner just to see you smile and laugh and never worry again, I would. I wish I could. I want to. But that wasn’t the reality we lived in, the reality of long work days and paying rent and the hell of our own minds and the quiet nights with too few hours.

I shrugged with an apologetic smile. “There’s always tomorrow.”

Amanda met my gaze. “Yeah,” she said softly. “There’s always tomorrow.”

Because there had to be. For us, there had to be a tomorrow. We'd fought and maimed and killed to live to see that tomorrow.

We split the bill, Amanda tipping back the last bitter dregs of her coffee and me tipping back the last heart-destroyingly sweet dregs of mine, then threw on our coats and huddled by the door. Neither of our coats were waterproof. Neither of us had brought an umbrella; neither of us even owned an umbrella. The fucking forecast had said it wasn’t going to rain till past midnight, but the fucking forecast had been wrong.

“On three,” Amanda whispered.

“This is gonna suck,” I whispered back. “It’s gonna be cold as fuck.”

“I can warm you up afterwards.” Amanda gave me a pointed look. I couldn’t help the stupidass snort that escaped me. “Okay. One…. Two…..”

“This is gonna suck so bad.”

“….Three!”

She shoved the door open and bolted. I was right behind her. The coats did absolutely fuckall. I was soaked and shivering in seconds, teeth chattering so hard I could practically feel my skull vibrating. I was right. This sucked ass. But at least there weren’t that many other people out because of it. We raced down the sidewalk, barreling through the puddles in our wake and not stopping once, because if either of us stopped it would be even worse starting again.

It felt like it took fucking forever to get back to my tiny apartment, and I was trembling so hard it fucking hurt, but we made it. I yanked off my boots, peeled off my drenched socks, and hurled my equally-soaked coat onto one of the kitchen chairs. “Holy FUCK it’s cold.”

Amanda was on me in an instant. She was soaked too, her coat shed alongside mine and her hair plastered to the sides of her face. She looked like she’d been thrown into a washing machine. But she was standing on her tiptoes and had her arms thrown around my neck and was pressing kisses to my face and I couldn't ignore the sheer delight that made me feel.

“I said I’d warm you up,” she said slyly.

….She did say that, didn’t she? Well, who the hell was I to say no to that offer?

Here’s what I have for an au I might write soon...

•renowned “man hunter” hired to take care of a supposed giant

•plot twist bitch they’re HUGE and there’s more than one

•BBH, Sap, and George as giants btw

•dream is overtly cocky and doesn’t do any research, so mans runs into this expecting someone like 7 ft tall

•honey no they’re like easily 70 feet tall (maybe taller)

•he goes into attack them blindly, tracking the camp from the smoke he can see, stumbling on their camp and freaking tf out at the sight of three giants surrounding a gigantic fire

•they surround him and are angry as they see his weapons and everything, but Bad sees how terrified the little muffin looks and tries to reassure him

•it doesn’t work

•as he reaches forward to try to gently soothe him, Dream attacks

•the blade is netherite and enchanted, and Bad pulls his hand away with a hiss

•Sap and George try to get him too but he’s able to get a few more hits in and it’s kind of impressive honestly. But he eventually gets snatched up by Sap. He looks PISSED.

•Dream is panicking but he deflects with some snark and he gets squeezed a bit too tight

•normally this would be a huge no-no for the giants, and Bad would usually stop Sap from going to the extent of physical harm, but he’s off with George now tending to their surprisingly deep wounds

•Dream bites at the hand around him enough to be able to quickly shift and grab his sword, stabbing the hand around him harshly

•he gets dropped and lands badly on his ankle, letting out a pained gasp but he doesn’t have time to focus on that. He uses the adrenaline to keep him going and ignore the pain, managing to get away from the giants and hide in a nearby cave

•it’s not until then that he realizes that his sword is gone, so the giants must still have it

•all he has for now is his stone axe to defend himself and there are three angry giants looking for the man

What do y’all think? :0

Giant Dream is Scared of Humans Sapnap and George

Hey! This is a little story thing based on this post by @giant-tiny-squid! 

I thought that it was a super interesting concept and I wrote a little more than I probably should have haha! Anyway here it is!

Warnings for: fear and swearing (I think that this is it, but please let me know if I missed anything!

Word count  ~1700 words

When Sapnap and George had set out to visit the Badlands on the other side of the forest, it had been a nice and sunny day. They’d been laughing and cutting up with each other, banter passing easily as they walked along the forest. Sunlight danced through the leaves and provided a pleasant atmosphere as they travelled. But about a fourth of the way through the forest, they could see dark storm clouds gathering in the sky at an alarming pace. They decided to pick up their own pace as well, hoping they would make it through the forest or that the rain would simply pass them so they could make it through the forest safely. Like most things regarding these two, it didn’t go their way. “Holy shit!” George let out a startled exclamation as boom reverberated to the forest, loud and quick to follow the flash that preceded it. Sapnap let out a sharp laugh, nudging George’s shoulder. The armor they wore made a clinking sound as it connected. “Awwww, is Georgie scared of a little thunder?” “Shut up,” George’s cheeks turned a bit red as he shouldered Sapnap back, “let’s just keep moving and try to find some shelter.” A few moments later, it started to pour down heavy rain, and they were soaked. The both of them room out their weapons as mobs began to spawn, George with a sword and Sapnap with an axe. It wasn’t long before they spotted a cave ahead and made their way to it, trying to shake off the water that dripped from them. “That was crazy! That came out of nowhere, like, holy muffins.” “You’re starting to sound like Bad.” Sapnap chuckled, playfully rolling his eyes. “And seriously? You wanna talk about the weather of all things?” “What else would we even talk about? This dark cave?” George retorted. “Well, if you want to talk about the weather, I guess I could just make fun of you for your fear of thunder.” “What? No, it just caught me off guard.” “Sure,” Sapnap dragged it out with a smirk, not noticing how George went stiff. “I mean, seriously—“ “Sapnap, I—“ “No George, seriously, thunder? I mean I get if it was—“ “Sap—“ “Why do you keep trying to interrupt me? You know—“ “SAPNAP!” His voice echoed around the cave and Sapnap fell silent, finally following George’s gaze further into the cave. Right where they could see the silhouette of a giant. They couldn’t see much, just barely able to make out that it was likely male. Their attention was taken up by what little of him they could make out. But even then, they couldn’t see much other than a white smiling mask that covered a good bit of his face. There was a beat where no one moved, simply staring at each other, everyone in the cave tense. Anxiety pooled in the humans’ guts, intimidated by the being that could easily overpower the two hunters. And then lightning flashed, and oh. Oh. He was massive. And he was moving. As soon as there was any sign of movement from the giant, the humans let out a startled shout, Sapnap moved protectively in front of George, raising his axe defensively. But to their shock, the giant had moved further away from them. Not that there was much further he could go anyway from them; the cave itself wasn’t insanely large to begin with. The humans were stock-still, feeling confused as hell. Wasn’t the giant upset that they were in his cave, or whatever? Instead, as they examined the massive being not too far across the cave from them, George was first to notice how wide the green eye, which was just barely visible to them behind that smiling mask, was. The giant was... scared? But why, he was so much bigger and could easily defeat anything, so why...? Another flash of lightning was followed by a crash of thunder, which was then followed by a whine from the giant. George’s eyes softened. He must be scared of thunder. “Hey it’s okay, big guy.” He ignored the warning that Sapnap hissed under his breath as he stepped closer to the giant. His heart ached as the giant pressed himself further against the wall. “Thunder can be a bit scary sometimes. I know.” Sapnap, while George had though that the giant was scared of thunder, had connected the dots a bit better. He’d seen the way the giant eyed them and their weapons. And now that the giant was shying away from George of all people only further solidified that for him. Sapnap took a hesitant step forward to test his theory, the giant’s eyes snapping over to him at the movement. “Are you...” he licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry.  “Are you scared of us?” He was met with a whimper from the giant, and Sapnap shifted his grip on the axe as the giant moved slightly. “Don’t hurt me.” The giant pleaded, green eye wide and watery with fear. Fear of the humans. “Please leave.” Now, both humans were utterly confused, especially George. However, their thought processes were a bit different on the situation. George wanted to immediately reassure the giant that they weren’t going to hurt him and was hoping he could convince him to let them stay. He himself was wary of being there with the giant, but it didn’t seem like he meant them any harm. Besides, there wasn’t really anywhere they could go. With the storm and mobs outside, it wouldn’t be a smart move to leave the cave. Sapnap, on the other hand, was thinking about how they could use the giant’s fear to their advantage. They could have a guard for the night, maybe longer. And that would mean that George would be safe. Unfortunately for the giant, Sapnap spoke first. “We won’t.” He told the giant, watching closely as the being seemed to relax a bit. “If,” and just like that he was tense again “you let us stay here tonight and keep us safe. And take off the mask.” “I—uh. Yeah, for sure, uh, deal, deal.” The giant was quick to agree, licking his lips as the slipped the mask off of his face. This, he hesitated with quite a bit, but he seemed to accept defeat as he removed it, revealing a lightly freckled face with a few scars. “Sapnap,” George hiss under his breath, “what are you doing?” “Just trust me.” He returned with a small smirk, looking back up to the giant and clearing his throat. His voice was louder as he addressed the giant again. “Tell us about yourself.” “I, uh, of course!” And just like that, desperate words began to spill out of his mouth. “I’m Dream. There’s not much to say about me, really. I just live out here. Well, not here here, but, uh I got caught out in the storm. That’s about it.” Dream was met with silence and chewed on his lip anxiously. He continued to ramble on, breathing picking up a bit as one of the humans shifted closer. The one with the sword, his mind helpfully informed him. “A-and I’m alone now and I won’t bother you if you leave or just let me leave and-and I haven’t hurt anyone, I swear, and so you don’t need to kill me. Or tell anyone about me. Or-or send anyone to hunt me down, just please.” This eyes were wide, and earnest, and damn his face was just so expressive. It made guilt worm it’s way into the humans’ hearts. “Woah, hey, nobody’s hurting or killing anyone.” Dream’s eyes snapped to the one with the sword. The one with the accent. “Why would you think that? Is that why you’re...afraid of us?” George looked up at the giant with big eyes, following the giants a panicked gaze to his sword and then to Sapnap’s axe. Realization finally clicked and he tucked it away, urging Sapnap to do the same. “Wha—George!” He whined. “Sapnap,” George warned. “But, I really think that—“ “Sappitus. Nappitus.” He was met with a groan before the other finally out his axe away, raising his hands and walking a bit further away to sit on a rock, murmuring under his breath. “Don’t worry about him,” George offered a small smile up at the giant, heart warming a bit at the tentative smile he got in return. “He’s just really protective of his friends. But you’re not going to hurt us. Are you?” Dream quickly shook his head. “No, and, uh, if you let me leave—“ “No.” George backtracked at the look on the giant’s face, and he shivered as a gust of wind blew into the cave and chilled his still-soaked body. “No, no, I just mean that we should all stay. You were here first, but me and Sap wont be safe if we leave either. Maybe we can work something out? I’m George, by the way.” He ignored the way his heart hammered as Dream hesitantly leaned closer, or tried to anyway. He still took an instinctive step back, and he could see something akin to recognition flashed in those big green eyes. “You’re scared of me too.” Dream breathed, the warmth washing over George. It took everything in him not to back away from the giant more as the breath gently ruffled his hair. He gave a slow nod, waiting for the giant’s reaction.

Would he realize that he could simply get rid of them? But... no, Dream just offered a small smile to the human and a soft, considering hum. “Uh, obviously.” Sapnap had stood up from where he was sitting, watching the scene carefully. “You’re kind of huge, dude. That’s why I didn’t want to put my axe away.” The three of them dissolved into a conversation, hesitantly at first and then getting a bit more comfortable as they worked out the details of their time in the cave. They came to the decision that they’d all stay for the night and then part ways, and they’d light a fire to warm up the drenched humans. “Wait, wait,” Dream was saying, choking back laughter as he shifted a bit closer to the humans by the fire. They were comfortable enough around each other now, but he still moved slowly, cautiously. “You guys were bashing me for being afraid of humans, who could kill me if they tried, but Georgie here is scared of thunder?” “Exactly!” Sapnap’s grin was wide as he laughed. “And he wonders why I teased him for it.” “Shut up!” George groaned, rolling his eyes. “I’m not scared of thunder. And even if I was, like, it’s loud and lightning can hit you.” The three bickered for a bit before they fell asleep. And if the humans came back after the storm had cleared? Well, no one needed to know that, did they?

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And there it is! let me know what y’all thought, and feel free to send my asks if you want! my box is open :D

For the prompt game, how about Bad finding a tiny Skeppy hiding among some flowers because he's trying to camouflage himself and failing to do so?

This one was fun to do! They have such a fun dynamic to write, so thank you for the ask, and I hope you enjoy <3 

Warning for: language (as always, let me know if I need to add anything here :D)

Word Count ~ 700

More under the cut!!

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When Bad had set out that morning to explore the area by his new home, he hadn’t really expected to find anything interesting. The first thing he noticed and headed toward was a field of flowers near his house, a small smile on the demon’s face as he walked over to it. His white eyes widened as he saw all the vibrant colors of the flowers that stretched across the vast expanse of land.

He set to collecting some of them. They’d certainly do well as decorations for his home. He hadn’t gotten a chance to truly add any personal touch to it yet, and he was excited to at least gather enough flowers for an arrangement. With that in mind, he stooped to pluck a flower, placing it in his other hand. He did that several times, with different flowers of course, and soon had enough for a small bouquet to place in his vase at home. 

He was about to head home when he spotted a flash of blue nearby amongst the green flower stems. Curiosity sparked in him and he crossed the short distance, kneeling quickly, his gaze snapping to a small figure at the soft sound of a frightened gasp.

The demon met the wide eyes of none other than a diamond fairy, and his mouth fell open in shock. 

“Holy muffins,” he breathed, reaching forward on instinct. He drew his hand back immediately as the little guy scrambled back.

“S-Stay away from me, you dick!”

Bad, at the surprising vehemence he could hear behind the fear, recoiled at the harsh language (at least, what he would consider to be ‘harsh language.’ 

“Hey, language!” He protested, but he held his hands up placatingly, ignoring the way his stomach churned as the little fairy flinched. “I’m not going to hurt you, I was just curious. I’m sorry.”

Silence stretched, the tiny being just staring at him with wide eyes. As the awkward air settled around Bad, he found himself talking again.

“I know I can look a little scary,” he began, trying to see how the fairy was reacting to his words. Just a stare so far, one that said yeah, obviously. And that was to be expected; most humans stayed away from him, whether from his demonic appearance, his tall height of 9 feet, or maybe both. “But, I promise that I’m not hre to hurt you or anything. I think I’m a pretty nice muffin. Uh, I’m BadBoyHalo, by the way, but you can just call me Bad, if you want.” Silence again. “Or, just whatever you want, I guess.”

“Whatever I want?” The fairy’s blue face lit up with what could only be described as a devilish grin. At Bad’s nod, it only widened, and there was a sudden air of confidence. “so I could call you... a bitch?”

Bad’s mouth fell open again, eyes wide as he huffed. “Well, maybe not something quite do vulgar, you.... you absolute muffinhead.”

“A muffin... Did you just call me a muffin head?” For a moment, there was silence again. And then The fairy burst into laughter. “Yeah, okay, you’re definitely harmless.” His grin was wide. “And I’m Skeppy, by the way.”

“Oh, nice to meet you Sgeppy,” Bad returned with a polite smile, pronouncing the fairy’s name with more of a ‘g’ sound than a ‘k.’ 

They lapsed into easy conversation, the sun high above their heads. 

“Anyway, I meant to ask,” Bad started at some point, “what were you doing in the flowers? Aren’t diamond fairies typically underground.”

Skeppy laughed, bright little peals of laughter that warmed Bad’s heart. 

“I was hiding.” He responded with the most deadpan, serious expression Bad had seen on that face so far.

“Well, maybe next time you camouflage yourself,  try not being bright blue right by these green flower stems.” Bad teased, scooping the tiny up gently in his hands. 

Skeppy barely reacted, apparently comfortable enough around the demon to simply fall limp with a groan. 

“Thanks for your constructive criticism, Bad.”

“Anytime, you little blue muffinhead.”

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Woah I wrote more than I had been expecting haha. Let me know what you think and feel free to submit more asks! These are a lot of fun to write :D

"In my defense, I was left unsupervised." Maybe tiny Sapnap with George and Dream? Either they're both human/giant or one of them is also small. (This is giant-tiny-squid's main blog btw)

Sorry this took so long! I hope you like it! Sorry it’s short!

Warnings: Swearing, fear (mentioned)

Word Count ~600

(Story below the cut!)

---------------- Left Alone -----------------

“I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to meet Wilbur,” George shifted Dream from cupped palms into one hand as he fished for his keys with his free hand. He slid the key into the door’s lock and pushed the door open, walking up the stairs. “So anyway, I was just-”

The borrower looked up from his place in George’s hand as his human friend cut himself off abruptly. “George, what’s... oh.”

He understood immediately as they walked into view of the kitchen, where he could make out a fluffy black mop of hair amongst the mess. All on the counters were packages of crackers and chips, one of which was open and spilling out on the counter.

“Sapnap, what the fuck?!” George crossed the room quickly, voice irritated as he placed Dream down onto the counter near Sapnap, nudging the latter with a finger. Dream appreciated the gentle nature despite the obvious annoyance. It wasn’t much, but it made Dream feel a lot better about his decision to befriend the human.

“Hey!” Sapnap batted at the finger and took a step away, grin wide and mischievous as he stared up at the human. “In my defense, I was left unsupervised.”

“You said you didn’t want to go!”

“You did say that.” Dream affirmed, shifting his weight and leaning back against a nearby sugar container.

“Well, I- Okay, yeah, you got me there...” Sapnap grumbled, shooting a look at the scattered items on the counter. “But! I got hungry. And Dream has been so buddy-buddy with you that he hasn’t been borrowing like he used to!”

The smile he shot Dream let him know that he was teasing, but it still made him feel guilty. He had been spending a lot of time with George since the human had discovered him. He had been skittish at first, shying away from any of the human’s movements. 

But George’s soft-spoken words and gentle kindness were enough to win him over. It wasn’t long before the two had begun to bantered back and forth, and he had mostly lost any fear of the human. Sapnap, on the other hand, had been unafraid since day one. 

That’s what he said anyway.

“That doesn’t mean you get to make a huge mess in the kitchen.” George reached over Dream for paper towels, taking one with a soft ripping sound. Dream was thankful that the human decided not to comment on the way he ducked away at the fast movement.

Yeah, most of that fear was gone, but quick movements still caught him by surprise.

As George mopped up excess water from the side of the sink, Sapnap let out another loud laugh.

“Serves you right for stealing my best friend, you British bastard.”

George scoffed and shook his head slightly, dropping the slightly damp paper towel on the borrower, the latter sputtering and spitting out curses. “And this is for being a disaster, you little fiend.”

The two of the looked over at Dream, who was doubled over with his signature wheeze laugh. The banter between all of them had been a key part in all of the friendships they’d formed with each other.

“You’re both idiots.” The affectionate smile on his face only grew as Sapnap hurled the damp paper towel at the human/s face. It connected and slid slightly, falling back to the counter with a soft plop. “Let’s just get this cleaned up and then we can supervise Sapnap while we watch a movie.”

I hope your finals go well! I know the pain...

And if you're still looking for more prompts, what about a giant child Tommy finding a tiny Phil?

Thank you! Finals went well, my last one was yesterday!! Sorry this took a hot minute but I hope you enjoy <3

Warnings for swearing and fear

Word Count ~ 800

------ Of Giants and Avian Hybrids -------

Phil hadn’t meant to wander so far off the path. In fact, he’d been on his way to meet Techno for lunch.

But when he’d heard what sounded like a child crying, his paternal instincts led him directly toward the sound’s source, shivering a bit in the chilled air, wings puffing up. He came to the entrance of a large cave, hearing the sound of soft whines and teeth chattering.

“Hello?” Phil called into the cave, taking a hesitant step into the darkness. He blinked several times, trying to get his eyes to acclimate to the lack of lighting. “Is anyone there?”

A flash of pale movement in the cave startled Phil back a few steps, but he froze again at the sound of a loud sniffle. He reclaimed the steps as he paced forward slowly. “You alright, mate?”

And suddenly, there was the flash of pale movement again, this time feeling something large brush against him and then retreat. A moment later, there was a weight around his middle and he was in the air.

Phil let out a startled yelp, struggling instinctively trying to pry away whatever was on him. His brain slowly caught up and he froze as his eyes followed the object around him until it met an arm, and then a chest, and then finally a face.

He was in a fucking hand.

The giant holding him was young, maybe 13 based on his looks. But the dirt and grime in his hair and on his face honestly made him look older so he may actually be closer to 10 or 11. Phil’s heart softened in pity, wondering where the child’s family was.

It was replaced by fear pooling in his stomach as the giant reached out and pinched his wing, stiffening completely. The fingers weren’t necessarily rough, but they weren’t gentle either. They pulled a bit until his wing was stretched to its full length at an odd angle.

“Bird?” The voice rang out, echoing oddly in the cave.

The child’s blue eyes were wide in wonder, curiously running a fingertip over Phil’s feathers. He repressed a shudder at the feeling. The child shifted his hold on Phil, pinching his waist uncomfortably between a thumb and his forefinger. He cried out in pain as a fingernail dug a bit harshly into his side.

And then he was shifted, a bit quickly, to be sprawled on his back in a palm. His wings were out, flat against the child’s palm. He shakily sat up, mind and emotions whirring in overdrive. His wings flapped on instinct, brain telling him to run, to get the fuck out of there.

But his heart told him otherwise as he looked up at the kid. He recalled why he’d ventured out here in the first place as he noted how the boy’s eyes watered, looking glossy. He was just a kid.

“I-I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry.” The boy sniffled and Phil melted, quick to reassure and placate him.

“It’s alright, mate! No need to cry, I’m fine, see?” Phil offered lab small smile as he stretched his wings out, heart somehow melting further at the awed gasp he received when the child observed the ombre-like effect his wings created as they got darker toward the bottom. He smiled encouragingly as the kid gave a small smile back. “See? There we go, what’s your name, mate?”

“Tommy.” Phil shifted slightly, body buzzing with uncertainty. But he knew that he wasn’t leaving here without making sure the kid was okay. “Sorry I scared you...”

“No, no, mate, I was just a bit surprised, that’s all.” He reassured, body slowly coming down from its adrenaline high. “I’m Philza Minecraft, but you can just call me Phil.” A moment of silence stretched before he dared to ask, “Why were you crying, Tommy?”

“Wilby said that he was going to get food, but he’s been gone for a few hours.” Tommy grumbled, wiping at his eyes with his free hand. “It’s probably nothing, and I’m being a little bitch, but I don’t want to lose him, I guess.”

Phil’s heart shattered a bit and he shook his head with a soft smile. “It’s okay to be worried, Tommy. Who’s Wilby?”

And they talked for a while, Phil learning a lot about the kid. He was 11, Wilby was actually Wilbur and was Tommy’s older brother. Phil had made the mental decision to adopt both of them, and he belatedly remembered that he had had plans with Techno.

That was okay though. The piglin hybrid would certainly understand.

The Job

Here it is! The first part of my Giant Slayer Dream AU!! Let me know what you guys think and feel free to send in some asks and such!

Warnings for fear, talks of death, mentions of blood, and language

Word Count ~ 1k

Dream was the best manhunter in the realm, his signature smiling mask and green cloak gaining his notoriety in any place he went. With such a reputation, he was overly confident, cocky to the point he’d rolled his eyes and laughed at the prospect of a giant.

His rival was considered to be a giant, and Dream had learned from his loss (though it was a close match) for his next hunt, rolling his eyes at the piglin hybrid’s victorious teasing. He’d taken down a 9 foot target just last week. That so called ‘giant’ was what made him the obvious choice to send after a giant that a fairly isolated village had sent word of.

There wasn’t much to go off of, just mentions of spotting a demonic looking giant on the edge of the village.

“Remember to gather intel when you get there.” Another manhunter called out after him as he headed out. “You don’t want to be caught off guard if you don’t have to be.”

Dream had agreed, but he rolled his eyes with a scoff as he turned away. He didn’t need that. He’d never needed any extra preparation, he was better than that.

So he just set off and travelled through the Nether to get there a bit faster, shifting his pack on his shoulder and keeping his enchanted netherite blade firmly in hand. All he stopped by the village to do was see what direction the giants had been spotted in, but the plains on one side versus a lush forest on the other made it clear enough where the giant might be hiding.

At the very least, if the giant wasn’t in the forest, Dream could find where it went to finish the job. Easy. Piece of cake.

It was only a bit after noon when Dream had entered the forest but it was slowly starting to get dark by the time he made any progress. He was sweating and panting slightly from exertion as he ran toward smoke in the distance. He huffed slightly.

The giant had lit a fire? Didn’t they know they were being hunted? Or was it just an idiot?

Dream decided he didn’t care, It would make it that much easier for him. He steeled himself and charged into the area, squinting his eyes a bit against the brightness of a large bonfire. He oriented himself quickly, scanning the area quickly and faltering as he spotted his target.

It was definitely demonic, true, with its white eyes, black skin, and horns under its red-trimmed cloak. But it was nothing like what Dream was expecting. He definitely understood why there had been so much panic over a giant because it was absolutely massive, maybe a good 70 feet tall or so.

Shit, he thought, shit, I’m not equipped for this what the fuck.

His brain buzzed with panic as the being finally noticed his presence, their eyes locking. The world fuzzed out for a moment and the world stood still. It was broken as the giant spoke.

“Um, hi there.” The voice was a bit higher pitched and definitely more nasally than Dream had been expecting, but the giant made no move to come closer. “Are you lost?”

Dream didn’t answer, just staring incredulously up at the giant. Did he not notice his signature mask? Maybe that meant he could make it out of this alive. Before he had the chance, two other giants emerged from a tent on the other side of the encampment.

“Bad? Who are you talking to?” An accented voice asked as another giant rubbed at his eyes under his white clout goggles. Another voice, a moment later, from one with fluffy black hair and a white bandana: “What’s the famous Dream doing all the way out here?”

Dream took a cautious step back at that, watching through his mask with a pooling feeling of dread in his stomach. He could clearly see the giant processing the situation, eyes flicking to his sword and then to his mask.

And suddenly it must have clicked, and there was a moment of pause.

And then a hand shot toward him and Dream sprang into action, running forward, toward the hand!? his mind screamed in protest. But it paid off as he narrowly avoided the hand and darted under the giant, hearing confused sputters that might have been funny if he wasn’t filled with so much adrenaline.

If he got a bit further, there was a gap between two massive bags that he could get between. Then he’d be back in the forest. He could hide, get away.

But then Clout Goggles placed a boot in front of that exit, nudging him with it and making him fall back, scrambling away from it and colliding with one of the bags. He looked up slowly, following three pairs of legs to three giant faces above him. They mostly looked, well, pissed, frankly. 

But even without them being able to see his face, something must have given away how he was feeling because the demonic one hushed the one with the headband before he could say anything.

“C’mon Sappy Nappy, the muffin looks terrified.” His original target lowered himself to the ground, and Dream wished he could say he was wrong, that he wasn’t scared. But his body’s natural response was to shy away more. “It‘s okay, you can just calm down  and explain why you’re here, okay? I’m sure this is all a misunderstanding.”

And then clawed black hands were palm out, and Dream panicked. Looking back on it later, it was a dumb reaction, but it was also the fighting part of him. So, at the movement, Dream slashed his enchanted blade, the netherite cutting easily through the flesh with a faint sizzling sound. It coated the blade with a sheen of dark blood, a cry of pain erupting from the giant.

Shouts from the giants made Dream’s head pound from the noise and he knew, in that moment, that was was, quite plainly, absolutely fucked.

Lashing Out

Part 2 of the Giant Slayer Dream AU! Part One here.

Warnings: swearing, manhandling, fear, injuries, blood

Word Count ~ 1k

The area exploded into motion as even the giant formerly trying to diffuse the situation, his target, swung his hand instinctively toward the hunter as he felt the sting of a blade. It was a knee-jerk reaction, one that the demon wasn’t proud of. He missed the human, but his fingers pinched around the bag he was wearing, dragging the human into the air with a startled yelp.

Dream squirmed, feeling a sense of paralytic fear as he locked his gaze with those white eyes again. He felt trapped, mind frantically whirring as it tried to figure out a way out of this. His eyes flashed to the straps of his pack he was wearing, which were digging into his shoulder painfully.

And then he took a breath and quickly dropped himself out of it, hitting the ground and doing his best to disperse his weight with a roll. He still landed a bit awkwardly, his ankle uncomfortably throbbing as he stumbled forward. 

Realizing that running wasn’t currently much of an option, he came to the conclusion that he was going to have to fight his way out of this. Unfortunately, most of his potions were in his pack, which he’d left in the giant’s fingers. His heart twisted a bit as the giant let go of it in favor of turning his attention to Dream.

Right. And there were two other angry giants that were after him he had to worry about too. He reached down to his belt, grabbing the splash potions that were hanging there. There were, coincidentally, three that were all harming potions. In a smooth motion, he tossed the at the hands that were reaching for him. The shattering of glass filled the air, followed by several noises of pain.

He took the opportunity to run forward, slicing at the flesh of the arms that he could reach. He barely cast a glance over his shoulder as the two shifted their weight, trying to push himself and go just a little faster despite his ankle, which was surely spelling. Maybe he could get to a higher point, take advantage in the fight somehow and get away from this unscathed. Maybe--

His thoughts were derailed as a pale hand blocked his path, making him whip his head around with a startled shout, seeing his reflection in Clout goggles. The sight of his tattered cloak was enough to make him pause for a fraction of a second, but it was already too much.

Weight closed around his middle, making his arms dig into his ribs as he was picked up by the one with the bandana. The grip was uncomfortably and painfully right and rough, and Dream struggled to pull in breaths through his panic. His sword was still in an iron-grip in his hand, but it was such that he shouldn’t move it at all, and it wasn’t helpful in its current position.

“So what do we do with him?” The one holding him asked gruffly, and holy shit Dream could feel the vibrations of the voice through the hand. His heart hammered against his ribcage and he’d be shocked if the giant couldn’t feel it.

“Sapnap,” the nasally voice was back again--Bad, was it?-- and it was close, “you’re using your scary voice.”

“Bad, he was here to kill us!” 

“Well we didn’t die!” Bad pointed out, and he turned to the other giant, who was still rubbing at where he’d been cut as well as where the potion had hit before. “George, come on, what do you think?”

“Bad... I agree with Sapnap.” He sighed, and Dream let out a pained gasp as the hand around him tightened a bit, he wasn’t sure why. Surprise, maybe? “ I know your big heart is usually in the right Bad, but he did attack all of us.”

Silence stretched for an agonizing few moments before the giant holding Dream spoke again. “That’s 2 to 1, sorry, Bad.” Dream, was shifted slightly, and he could feel that his ribs would bruise if he survived this as he was brought a bit higher into the air. “We gotta do something about him.”

And then, in another brilliant moment of panic and instinct, Dream decided he didn’t want to leave his fate in the hands of these giants. He bit into the hand around him, the hand tensing reflexively around him before loosening just enough for him to shift his sword. And stab it deeply into the hand around him.

And then he was falling, colliding heavily with a knee and hearing more than feeling his shoulder dislocate with a sickening pop. And then he hit the forest floor on his back, winded. But there was no time to dwell on any of the pain he felt, using the surprise of the scenario in order to get away, vanishing into the foliage soon after.

It was only when he was out of earshot of the giants that the adrenaline in his system slowly began to fade, his arm that he usually used to fight with useless, for all intents and purposes. His left hand went to his belt next, freezing as he realized it was empty. Dread pooled in his stomach again and he scrambled to make a shoddy crafting table and a barely put together stone axe to wield in his other hand. 

He limped slowly through the tall and darkening forest, feeling jittery again as he settled down in a cave, shivering in the night air and he fought to stay awake and safe.

He knew those giants were going to be pissed, and they’d easily overpower him like this. He wished, not for the first time that day, that he’d been more prepared. He didn’t know how to reset his arm either, and that was probably going to get him killed. Dream rested his head against the stone cave wall with a sigh, watching the last of the sunlight fade from outside.

He didn’t feel good about his odds.

40 for the ask thing :D not sure if we're allowed to add more to it but id love it if it was the dteam. if not all good!

Yes, thank you for the prompt! Yeah, for these, you cant be as detailed or as minimal as you want; all I ask for is a pairing and a prompt number, which you gave me :] Thanks again for the prompt and I hope you enjoy! (I may have gone a bit overboard haha...)

I made this sort of a pet au, and this is going to a be a bit angsty at first, but then I'll add in some fluff :D I made Sapnap the giant in here because he definitely seems like the type to be overly enthusiastic and unaware of how the tinies were actually feeling.

Prompt list can be found here! Please send more in, I’d love to write some more :]]

Warnings for: Dehumanization, referring to a person as 'it,' treating people like pets, swearing, fear

Word Count ~ 1250

--------A Bit More Human--------

Sapnap shifted the tiny beings in his hands, leg bouncing in excitement as he observed them. He had bought them earlier that day. They were a new oddity that the world had recently discovered and he'd decided to buy both of them, seeing as it seemed to cause the other distress when he grabbed the one in blue.

"You guys are so cool!" His voice was loud, and he didn't notice how they flinched in his hands. His eyes darted to the one in a green cloak as it moved a bit. "Let me get you guys back in your cage real quick and I'll get something to play with you guys."

He walked briskly over to his cage and slid the two of them off into the cage, which was lined with the shredded material found in hamster cages. The beings pulled at their collars nervously as he grabbed the harnesses to attach the leash to.

He turned away to make sure the harness and leash were properly connected and looked back at the sound of a small click. He locked his gaze with the one in blue, who froze, its hands holding the green collar.

Without thinking, Sapnap shot his hand out, wrapping it around the one in blue and dragging it through the air to be closer to his eyes. He reached out his other hand to grab the collar out of its hand, but didn't make it that far.

"GEORGE!" The voice was full of fear and desperation.

Sapnap froze, lowering that other hand as he looked around in confusion. His gaze rested on the other tiny, in the cage. It looked pale all of a sudden, and it scrambled back as Sapnap leaned closer. It seemed to hesitate before it stiffly took a step closer.

"Please put him down. Don't hurt him." The voice pleaded and Sapnap's brain short-circuited, staring blankly at the tiny being. At the lack of response, the being's pleading grew more intense and desperate. "Please, it was my idea, I'll put it back on, just please don't hurt him."

Sapnap finally registered everything and was flooded with a sense of overwhelming guilt. He placed the one in blue back into the cage, pulling out his phone numbly. He dialed Bad, the other greeting him with a cheery tone.

"Bad, I fucked up."

"Hey, language!" His friend chastised, but then his mind must have caught up because it was followed by, "Oh, wait, what happened? Are you okay?"

"It's just, I got those new tiny things as pets, except apparently they're able to.. Uh, I don't know. They were skittish when I bought them, but..." He sighed, dragging a hand down his face. "I didn't know they were actually afraid of me..."

"Oh, Sapnap.." The voice on the other end was sympathetic. "Are they still in the room with you?"

"Yeah..." He glanced over at the two, noting how they were watching him intently. He shifted uncomfortably.

"Then talk with them," Bad encouraged, "and try to make this better, okay? Call me if you need anything, you muffinhead."

"Bad, what-" The call went silent and he lowered his phone, kneeling slowly in front of the cage. It was one where the lid came off, so he was still staring through the bars. He noticed how they were shifting constantly, the one in blue's hands on his collar.

They were people. Sapnap felt sick, wishing he'd noticed beforehand. He opened his mouth to speak, licking his lips as they suddenly felt dry.

"I, um.. You can take that off." He pushed away the extra guilt that come from the expression of disbelief on that tiny face. It looked so human and he couldn't believe he hadn't connected the dots sooner. "I'm really sorry, and, oh!"

The tinies jumped at the increase in volume, huddling closer as the other collar slipped off and cringing as Sapnap removed the front wall of the cage. He backed away a few steps.

"You don't have to forgive me," he began with, heart pounding, "but I'm really sorry I scared you. And like, bought you. And, uh, didn't treat you like people." Silence met him, and he cleared his throat slightly. "You don't have to stay here either, but I promise if you do, you won't be, like, pets or anything."

"Um," That was the one with the blue one, and Sapnap was shocked to hear a different accent then the other's. "You're going to let us go?"

Sapnap's heart felt heavier as he nodded. He knew that they didn't have to forgive him, but he'd hoped that they would anyway. But, regardless, he'd keep his word.

He was met with relieved smiles from both of them, and he offered a tense one in reply. The two stepped forward slowly, looking around and realizing that they were high up. Sapnap realized this too, and he reached for them without thinking.

He froze as he was met with startled yelping, quickly bringing his hand close to his body.

"Sorry! Sorry..." He felt humiliation and shame course through him and he felt his face redden. He just kept messing up. "I was just going to move you somewhere you could move easier, um," he slowly moved his hand to rest palm up near them, ignoring how they scrambled away, "does this work?"

The one in green looked up at him through eyes that seemed to be weighing their options. He whispered to the one in blue before they both nodded and stepped closer to his hand. He noted their hesitation and tried to hold as still as possible as they started to finally step on.

He was careful as he slowly brought the hand up to his chest, other hand hovering nearby in case something happened. He tensed a bit as he took a step and felt the two lean against his chest.

"Um, where do you guys wanna go?"

"The kitchen." The one in green said, glancing up at him and watching carefully. "Just like, on the counter or something."

Sapnap looked a bit surprised but he didn't comment on it, simply nodding and taking careful, steady steps toward the kitchen. Before long, they were there and h place his hand on the counter for them to get off.

"Wait, um, before you go," Sapnap said, feeling a bit guilty at the way they froze. He was quick to shake his head slightly as he continued, "I, um, it's nothing crazy, and I'm not going to bother you or anything after this, so you'll never have to deal with me if you don't want to, but could I at least know your names? I'm Sapnap."

A moment passed. Then another. The two on the counter exchanged a look and seemed to have a silent conversation before they responded.

"I'm Dream." The one in green said slowly, as if he was gauging Sapnap's reaction. When the latter simply gave a small nod and smile, he continued. "And he's George."

"Nice to meet you, uh, this way, I guess." Sapnap straightened himself, feeling oddly huge and out of place in front of them. He turned to leave, but was stopped by the accented voice-George.

"You won't try to catch us or anything?"

Sapnap glanced over his shoulder with an earnest half-smile. "Nope."

He ignored the feeling of warmth and hope he got in his chest when he heard "See you around then, Sapnap." and knew that he'd have a chance to make everything okay.

38 with Giant Wilbur and Tiny Tommy pleaseee

Hurt/Comfort because its my current addiction

Oooh hurt/comfort is probably my favorite right now as well.. Hope you enjoy!! These always end up a bit longer than I expect but I’m not complaining \^-^/

Prompt list here! I’m still talking prompts by the way! Don’t be shy :D

Warnings for: Fear

Word Count ~1150

------Bad Day------

Tommy had lived with Wilbur for a while now. He was a borrower, and it took him a while to get used to the human and his mannerisms. When they'd first met, Tommy had been anxious and had immediately set to getting away from the human.

However, when it turned out that Wilbur meant him no harm and seemed so genuinely distressed about causing Tommy to be afraid, Tommy took a chance. He got to know the human, even getting to the point where he was comfortable enough to be his loud, obnoxious self (which he hadn't been in a long time).

He'd once offhandedly called him Wilby, and Wilbur had almost started crying on the spot. When Tommy had gone to apologize, Wilbur had just laughed softly with a smile, shaking his head fondly before moving on immediately.

And the best part was that Tommy hadn't been afraid again, and Wilbur had been patient and understanding, never pushing against Tommy's boundaries.

Today was different.

Wilbur had been distant today, and had answered shortly when Tommy had passed him in the kitchen when the human had gotten home. He'd just gone to his room and closed the door.

Tommy smirked to himself. He must have forgotten that Tommy literally had tunnels in the walls to everywhere (basically) in the house. He set off to getting to the room, figuring he'd show up and spend some time with Wilbur.

He walked through the narrow, stuffy tunnels, humming slightly to himself as he went. By the time he got to Wilbur's room, behind his desk, he nodded to himself as he pulled out his hook from his bag. He hadn't used it recently; usually, Wilbur would carry him, since he'd gotten so lax around the human.

But still, he wanted to get to the top and see what was up with Wilbur. Maybe he could surprise him, make his face light up in that was it always did when he saw Tommy, with that soft smile and fond eyes.

So Tommy climbed, just trying to get to the top, and he panted when he got to the top, hands on his knees. He expected a snarky comment from Wilbur about it, but when he glanced up, the human wasn't even looking at him. Instead, he was staring at his phone almost blankly.

"Hey Will."

The human in question jumped, as if shocked out of whatever trance he was in. It wasn't long before his eyes landed on Tommy and just stared for a moment. "Toms?"

"Big man, I think I'm out of shape." He exaggerated his panting a bit, placing a hand on his chest. "I might be-"

"Tommy..." He sounded a bit annoyed, but Tommy wasn't the best at reading social cues, so he continued on.

"Seriously big man, I might be the worst borrower in existence. You should've seen me when I was in my prime. A sad day for the Tommy Innit community, truly." Tommy barked out a laugh, a wide smile on his face.

"Listen, Tommy," Wilbur sounded tired, "I really want some time alone today, okay?"

"You can't get rid of me that easily." Tommy grinned, still oblivious and taking it as teasing. Wilbur had never asked to be away from him before, so that must be it, right? Wilbur went to speak again, but Tommy kept going. "I'm serious, man, you're going to have to try a bit harder if you're going to get rid of Big Man Innit."

"TOMMY!" A frustrated sigh left Wilbur as he ran a hand down his face, and Tommy flinched away, hands instinctively going to his ears as they rang a bit from the noise. "Not now, okay?"

Then he looked down at the kid, and his heart shattered at what he saw. Tommy was curled into himself and trembling, hand slowly coming away from his ears with wide eyes. He reached forward instinctually, wrenching his hand away when Tommy flinched away from it. Guilt wormed its way into his chest and stuck there.

"Tommy..."

"No, uh, m-message received, big man." His voice shook as he stumbled a few steps back toward the edge of the desk. He scrambled back as Wilbur's hand gently blocked his path and turned around, throat feeling tight.

"Wait, stay." Wilbur leaned a bit closer, moving his hand back to himself almost sheepishly. "Please?" Tommy just gave a small nod, and he kept glancing at Wilbur's hand. For a moment, Wilbur worried that he was scared of it, but it seemed to be almost longing, and suddenly it clicked. He somehow softened further as he looked at the boy on his desk. "Aw, come here Toms."

And just like that, Tommy scrambled into his waiting palms, and Wilbur brought the bot to his chest, hushing him softly as the boy sniffled a bit. He ran his finger tip along the boy's spine, feeling him shudder as he shushed him gently.

"I'm sorry, Toms. I shouldn't have shouted." He ruffled the boy's hair a bit as he huffed out a small sigh. "It's been a rough day, so I've been a bit stressed. That's not an excuse," he added quickly, not wanting to seem like he was justifying anything, "but I just wanted to explain a bit."

A few moments passed as he stood, feeling the borrower's hands ball into his shirt. Tommy was so loud and had been so cocky and confident recently that Wilbur forgot that he was just a kid, even if Tommy got annoyed every time he called him a child. A kid who had told Wilbur how much it took to trust him because he could flip at any second and do whatever he wanted.

Wilbur would never do that, but he just hoped that Tommy would remember that after this.

He walked steadily toward the kitchen, shifting Tommy into one hand as he began to make hot chocolate. It seemed to always calm the boy down any other time and he hoped it would do the same. He hummed along the tune of Mellohi, which Tommy had overheard when he'd played Minecraft and latched onto for some reason.

Before long, he'd finished the hot chocolate and poured it into a small cup for Tommy. The boy had stopped sniffling occasionally, simply leaning his head against Wilbur's chest.

"Toms?" Wilbur whispered, keeping his voice low. "Want some hot chocolate?"

Silence met him and he glanced down, heart warming at the sight.

There, snuggled into his shirt, was Tommy, fast asleep. He ran his thumb along the boy's side, watching with a faint smile on his face as the borrower leaned into it.

Something relaxed in Wilbur at the sight. Tommy still felt safe enough to fall asleep with him, and that was such a comforting at the implication.

He smiled. They'd get through this and be fine, and Wilbur would do his best to never raise his voice around the kid again.

thank you for all the prompts! they might take a second to get to with how much i’m working this week but i’ll do my best <3 and the box is still open so feel free to send more in !!

Hmmmm.....How about number 14 with G!Techno and Tiny!Tommy?

AHHH thanks for the prompt! Techno is a ton of fun to write :O

It's pretty angsty because that's where my brain decided to take this apparently but I hope you enjoy! And sorry it's a bit shorter than some of the others I've written haha..

Prompts from here!

Warnings for: language, fear, keeping a person against their will, threats (mentions of death)

Word Count ~800

-----At The Limit------

Tommy had been with Techno for a few days now. The human had stumbled upon his cabin in the cold and Techno had kept an eye on him since. He didn't trust the human.

At least, that was his excuse at first. After all, he was a giant piglin hybrid, a monster, if you asked most people. And the kid seemed terrified and ready to bolt.

Techno needed to make sure that the kid didn't bring any danger to his home, especially in the form of giant slayers. Phil visited here from time to time, and he couldn't put his friend into that kind of danger.

However, Techno had quickly grown attached to the kid, and found himself actually worried for the human rather than about him. The voices in his head agreed, too, while a few teased him for it.

TechnoSoft

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/rainbowchat

Protect!!

BrotherPog

That one had made him snort to himself. The human wasn't his brother, just a liability.

Or so he told himself, as he grew more and more attached to the human rapidly. He knew that the human wanted to leave. It was not secret, after all, especially because just about every day, the boy would approach him timidly and ask if he could please leave, that he wouldn't tell anyone, he swore.

But Techno, despite the voices in his head spamming how guilty they felt and how he himself felt, he always gruffly declined with a sharp no, ignoring the way his chest tightened in that odd way as the boy flinched and withered.

Usually, Techno was fine with it. Usually, he would deny the request and move on, but today was different.

Today, Tommy wouldn't let go of it. He didn't curl into himself and go silent.

"Let me leave!" He shouted instead, more insistent this time. And, when Techno opened his mouth again to respond, the human quickly added on a, "you big bitch!"

Techno leveled his gaze on the kid, straightening in his chair a bit, and he could see how the kid was trying to stop himself from shaking. The kid's fists were balled into fists at his side and he actually did take a step back as Techno leaned forward, placing his forearms on either side of the human. "Excuse me?"

His monotone voice elicited a flinch from the human but he still didn't back down, even as Techno's red eyes narrowed. He let out a heavy sigh and the kid drew in a shaky breath.

"I won't tell anyone," the kid was almost pleading now, voice wavering, "please. My family must be worried, and-"

The kid's mouth clicked shut and he shot a worried look up at Techno, whose brow raised in intrigue. The human hadn't mentioned much of a family, and the scared look sent up at him made it clear why.

He was scared. Scared that Techno would hurt his family, or that maybe he would never see his family again. Still, Techno shook his head.

"No." He ignored a particularly loud voice in him head that shouted to let him go already, scrunching his forehead as if trying to dispel it. "I said no, kid."

"I'm not a kid!" Tommy's voice was loud again, angry even. "You're never going to let me go!" His voice cracked. Techno would have thought it pathetic before, but after spending time with the human it made him feel... guilty. And then the boy continued, sounding angry and hopeless. "You're a monster!"

And the world froze as a boundary was crossed.

Monster?

Monster..

Monster!

Techno's mind went blank for a moment. First came the hurt, which he was too slow to conceal, and then he just felt pissed. He knew it by the way the kid stared up at him, raising his hands as if to placate the giant.

"Technoblade, I-" He screamed as Techno's hand shot out and wrapped around him. "Wait, I'm sorry."

Techno huffed. The kid thought he was going to hurt him still. That stung more than he thought it would, but whatever. He'd just use it to his advantage.

"No. You want to leave?" He walked across the cabin quickly, the human struggling to get out of his probably-too-tight fist. He got the the door and swung it open, feeling the human flinch as the heavy door smacked against the wall loudly. He dropped the human a bit roughly onto the floor and made a shooing motion with his hands, ignoring the voices in his head and the guilt in his chest as the human cowered. "Fine! Leave! See if I care!"

The human didn't move for several moments. Frozen in fear, maybe? It didn't matter, and Techno, against his better judgement, let out a snarl, watching as the human bolted and adding an unnecessary threat.

"If I ever see you or your family around here, you're dead!"

And as the human stumbled through the snow, Techno felt an awful feeling of guilt and dread as he slammed the door closed. This was for the best, right?

Techno and Wilbur with 20?

Sorry that this took so long! I'm working on a ton of thing rn but I hope you enjoy! This turned out way angstier than I intended but ahhh hope it's good enough!

Prompt from here! ( prompts are currently closed but I'll reopen them soon I promise :] )

Warnings for swearing, injuries, fear, keeping a person against their will, angst Word Count ~1100

------Like a Rat in a Trap------

When Wilbur had begun his day, he hadn’t really planned on getting caught. Not that any sane borrower would plan on it, but still, it completely threw off his life plans. Those consisted mostly of just staying hidden and staying alive, but who cares about details?

It started when he ventured into the human’s bathroom, into the cabinet under the sink. He needed to get more floss to make rope with, and it seemed like a safe bet to do it now. It was well past midnight, likely around 4 in the morning. But in the darkness of the space under the sink, Wilbur couldn’t see much.

This usually wasn’t much of an issue; Wilbur knew the path by heart now, so he’d be able to get through and to the cabinet door without an issue. But as he neared the door, he was stopped as something threw him off balance and onto his side, hearing a loud snap echo in his ears and feeling weight on his leg.

There was a moment of pause where Wilbur thought hey, that sounded a lot like a mouse trap, and then the pain started. It felt like his leg was on fire and it hit him all at once. He was screaming before his brain caught up, and even as it did, he found he couldn’t stop. He shoved his hands over his mouth, willing himself to shut up, shut up, shut UP! before the human woke up and came to investigate.

But god, that was so hard to do. His face was soaked with tears and he drew in shaky breaths between sobs.

And then, as if things couldn’t get worse for him, he felt vibrations of footsteps, and they were getting closer. No, no no, no no no no no. The sound of the light being flicked on was the only warning that Techno got before the cabinet door opened and light flooded into the dark space. He cursed and removed his hands from over his mouth, pained whines and gasps leaving him. And then he steeled himself, and moved quickly, reaching for the metal bar that was on his ankle, trying to pry it off of himself and failing to do so.

A cry escaped him as the human reached for him, and he flinched as a rumbling voice said something, but the cloud of terror in Techno’s brain didn’t allow him to actually decipher it. But it sounded panicked, for some reason.

Another whimper escaped him as the human moved his hand back closer again, and Wilbur shielded his head with his hands, curling into himself as much as he could. And then, he felt more pressure on his ankle and he instinctively tried to jerk away, biting back another cry as it sent another wave of pain up his leg. The human grumbled again, sounding displeased, and then, a moment later, the weight was off of him.

His head shot up in shock, but it meant that he saw the hand coming. It didn’t matter; he couldn’t go anywhere, couldn’t move fast enough, and the hand wrapped around him.

It was surprisingly gentle, with obvious care taken to avoid his limp ankle yet keep him firmly in his hand. He was sprawled on his back, a thumb bigger than his torso gently pinning him down and lifting him into the air. Wilbur blinked spots out of his vision as he was lifted, and his vision slowly refocused on the human holding him. His body was wracked with trembling. He tensed as he felt the vibrations of the voice as the human spoke.

This time, he actually made out what the human was saying, even with his mind fuzzed with panic and pain, and it sounded distant despite the proximity.

“I’m so sorry.” The voice was monotone, but no less genuine than one would expect. “I didn’t think – I mean, you’re definitely not a mouse, and you’re a tiny person.” A sharp laugh that made Wilbur flinch escaped the pink-haired human. “I’m not entirely sure I’m not dreamin’. Or hallucinatin’. Maybe I’ve just been awake for too long.”

“I-I’m real,” Wilbur found himself saying with a shaky voice, “please don’t hurt me. My foot, I can’t move it.” He could feel the panic bubbling up inside of him again as the human began walking, jostling him and pulling a whimper from this throat. He heard the human click his tongue in concern before he was placed onto a counter.

“I think it’s broken.” The human was saying, pushing his pink hair out of his face as he leaned a bit closer. “I’m really sorry about that. I’ll fix it, I promise.” He gave the borrower a considering look for a moment before pulling out his phone.

“Wh-what’re you doing?”

Techno glanced up at the boy on his counter, frowning slightly. “Figurin’ out how to reset your bones. I think it was a clean break, so it shouldn’t be too difficult.”

“Don’t!” The little dude sounded panicked again, not that he had ever really calmed down, but still. “I’ll be fine, just let me go.”

“Listen,” Techno leaned a bit closer, and Wilbur cringed away as much as he could, “it’s not safe for you to not have a functional foot. I’ll fix it and keep an eye on you until you recover.”

“But-“

“No.” Techno said sharply, and it almost made him feel guilty with how the little guy flinched. But it was the tone that said ‘that’s it’ and ‘that’s final’ and the little humanoid just ducked his head. “I’m sorry, but I need to fix this.”

He reached forward and hushed the borrower as he tried to protest, and before long, the bone was reset.

“You still need to stay off of it, okay?” Techno was saying, and the little guy died nothing for a second before immediately getting to his feet and trying to run. He stumbled almost instantly, and Techno steadied him with a finger. “Hey, what did I say? Listen, I’m not above sticking you in a jar if I have to.”

Wilbur fell silent at that, slumping defeated back onto the counter.

“So, what?” He challenged weakly. “I’m like, your petor some shit?” He spat the word and continued, trembling. “Or some kind of pity project?”

Techno let out a sigh, loud and long, as he fixed the borrower with a stare.

“It’s just until your foot is healed properly,” Wilbur pressed his lips into a line at that, “I swear.”

And Wilbur just had to hope that the human wasn’t lying

23 for the dteam? and thanks for answering my first prompt! it was really good :)

Thank you for sending in the prompt! <3 It makes me really happy that you've sent in several and wanted more :D I hope you enjoy!!

Prompts from here! (Currently closed to work on them :D)

Warnings for cursing, injuries, fear Word Count ~900

------The Dare------

Sapnap and George were chatting idly as they walked to a nearby town. The path was nothing special, just one that was created by so many people walking it so frequently. It was in an open field, which most people enjoyed because it meant that there was plenty of sunshine and no mobs could creep up on you.

These two just used it because they were used to it, and it was an easy path.

But today was a bit different, and Sapnap stopped suddenly, George bumping into his back. He opened his mouth to ask what was wrong when Sapnap suddenly turned to him, pushing his black hair out of his face and grinning mischievously at him.

“George,” he glanced over at the forest on the other side of the field and grabbed his arm, “George, that’s the forbidden forest they were talking about the other day.”

“…yes?” He had no idea where this was going.

“I dare you to go in.”

“What? No, you don’t even know what’s in there.”

“Come on, George, look,” Sapnap shook George’s arm slightly, eyes pleading, “what if we go together? It’ll be safer with the two of us. We can watch each other’s back!” Several moments of silence stretched and George seemed to still be a bit hesitant. “Please?”

“Fine,” He sighed and pulled his arm out of Sapnap’s loose grip and began walking toward the dark forest, “let’s go then.”

Sapnap let out an excited shout and George rolled his eyes, but it was fond. They’d been friends for a long time, after all. He was used to the raven-haired boy’s antics.

Before long, they had made it to the forest, and walked in. It looked…relatively normal, to be entirely honest. It just wasn’t very well-lit, which was maybe the biggest difference, but that was likely due to the thick canopy that the leaves formed high above their heads. They didn’t think much of it, and were starting to get bored of being there when Sapnap felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, crying out.

“Sapnap?” George, turned around, eyes widening at the sight of the arrow sticking out of his friend. Over his shoulder he could make out the pale skull of a skeleton as it loaded another shot. “Shit, come on, let’s go!”

He pulled his friend a bit and started making his way toward a clearing he could see up ahead, letting go of Sapnap for a moment to go and check up ahead. He heard a hissing sound and a startled shout from Sapnap before hearing a loud boom and being thrown across the clearing. His body ached and he sucked in a breath through his teeth as he tried to sit up.

He felt dizzy and his vision darkened, which he attributed to his injuries, especially as his head began to throb. And then he heard a rumbling voice muttering something above him that sounded vaguely concerned before he lost consciousness.

Sapnap rushed forward as a giant suddenly came through the trees, kneeling by his friend and scooping him into his palm. “Hey!” He faltered as the giant turned to look at him, eyes wide and body shaking. He tried and failed to be intimidating, voice quavering and cracking: “What, um, what are you doing?”

The giant cocked its head, expression hidden behind a light wooden mask, a smile charred into it. It was eerie, and it put him even more on edge as the giant reached forward for him. He froze, sucking in a stuttering breath as a finger brushed against his back, flinching away with a hiss as it jostled the arrow still embedded in his shoulder. The hand retreated quickly, and the one holding an unconscious George was pulled close to its chest.

“I want to help you,” The giant was saying, and now that Sapnap was paying attention more, it sounded like he was actually being genuine. He focused on what he could, despite the pain in his shoulder and the surreal nature of the experience.

“Help?” Sapnap took a slow step forward, concern for his best friend driving him to be a bit more courageous even as his vision felt blurred and he began to feel nauseated. He swallowed and motioned vaguely toward the giant with the dull sword in his offhand. “Bullshit, just-“ he blinked hard a few times, his body feeling heavy, “just let me..”

And suddenly the feeling of gravity hit him all at once and he was falling, the sword slipping from his hands. He heard a soft exclamation of surprise and there was movement before he landed on something warm and leathery.

“I gotcha.” He vaguely registered that he was in the giant’s hand before he was being lifted, rolling with a groan to lay on the opposite side of his shot shoulder. Was the arrow poisoned? Or had he simply lost that much blood to feel like this?

“Do.. Do whatever you want with me.” He told the giant, panting and trying (and failing) to keep his eyes open more than a crack. “Just don’t hurt George. Please.”

The giant shushed him softly. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise. I’m not going to hurt either one of you, I swear.”

And what else could Sapnap do but believe him? The world shifted as the giant stood and began walking and Sapnap felt unconsciousness claim him as the world passed by.

beeduo + Michael for 44 please?

AYYYY this is a fun combo! I went back on how exactly the pairing would end up, but this is ultimately what I decided on :] Sorry that it’s kinda short :[

Prompts from here!

Warnings for fear, slight swearing Word Count ~650

------My Little Boy------

Tubbo and Ranboo reached the edge of one of the many crimson forests in the Nether, sighing in relief as they spotted a portal up ahead.

"Hell yeah! It's too hot for this, Boo"

"I know, Bo." Ranboo gave his platonic husband a smile and placed a hand on his shoulder. "But we've got all the blaze rods and everything else we needed. We shouldn't have to come back for a while."

Tubbo hummed in response and they began to walk toward the portal, the purple glow casting an odd coloring on the surrounding area. They stepped in, feeling the magic of the portal as they were transported back home.

They walked into their house, Tubbo heading ahead of Ranboo to organize the things they'd gathered.

"I'll go check on Michael while you do that, then." Ranboo gave Tubbo a small smile and walked up a flight of stairs, navigating their home and coming to stop by his son's door. He knocked on it softly. "Michael? We're home!"

All he heard from the other side of the door was the sound of a soft crying, and Ranboo felt his pearl shift as he felt himself teleport directly into the room, looking around as his paternal instincts screamed at him to help.

The problem was, he couldn't see his son.

Panic gripped his chest. Where was his son?!?

And then he turned, and he saw a small figure on his son's desk. It took longer than he'd like to admit to realize the following: the figure was alive, the figure was his son, his son looked terrified.

Ranboo stepped forward numbly, though he stopped in his tracks as his son scrambled away from him. His son was scared. His son was scared of him.

It twisted something unpleasantly in his chest, but he slowly walked forward, hands out placatingly. He knelt in front of the desk to be more eye-level with the tiny zombified piglin.

"Hey, Michael." He gave the kid as gentle a smile as he could manage and tried to ignore how his child cowered away from him with a sniffle. “What happened, bud?”

And then his son was stammering and, although the words were rushed and stumbling and didn’t make much sense, Ranboo gathered that “the green man” had done this, or had at least had something to do with this. He felt the anger bubbling in his stomach, yet he kept a gentle smile as he coaxed the little boy into his hands.

“Let’s go see Papa, okay? We’ll figure out how to fix this, I promise.” His heart softened and twisted simultaneously as he saw Michael prepare himself to step onto his hands. “That’s it,” he gave an encouraging smile, “you’re very brave.”

His little boy gave him a big smile at that, and fully shifted into Ranboo’s hands. Ranboo could feel his son trembling as he straightened himself, standing carefully and murmuring reassurances to his son, his little MIchael. 

Fury churned in his gut as he slowly carried his boy downstairs to his husband. He paused outside of the storage room. He looked down at his trembling son and held him close to his chest, shushing him gently at the panicked noises.

“Are you ready to see Papa?” The little boy gave a shaky nod, though he was obviously nervous and still (quite understandably) afraid of everything around him. “We can wait if you need to.”

“No.” The piglin shook his head, looking determined as he looked up at the Enderman hybrid. “Wanna see Papa...”

“You’re being so brave,” Ranboo murmured to his pride and joy, “I love you.”

“Love you, Dad.”

And Ranboo gave another reassuring smile before knocking on the door, his husband answering and looking to Michael with wide eyes.

Oh yeah, there’d be hell to pay.

14. hurt/comfort preferably with karlnapity?

I love everything you write it just brings me a ton of joy <3

- <3 (I‘m going to be <3 Anon if that’s not taken already <3)

Aww thank you!!! I’m glad that me writing brings you joy, that makes me so happy :]]] I hope you don’t mind, but I combined these two prompts!

And of course you can be the <3 anon :] None of those have been claimed yet :]]

Prompts from here!

Warnings for fear, swearing Word count ~1200

------No Matter What------

“Come on, Karl!” Quackity was giving the brunet an exaggerated pout, huffing as he pulled on his fiancé lightly. “You never stay with me and Sap for longer than, like.. I think eight hours was your record.”

“I’m sorry, Quackity, I just..” He hesitated some, pulling gently away from him as he felt his body beginning to fight against this form. “I really need to go, okay?”

“Come on, Karl!” That was Sapnap now, giving the biggest smirk as he wrapped his arms around Karl from behind him. “Just ten more minutes? Please?”

They were in a field, having a picnic. There was only the dessert left now, just small fruit tarts that Niki had made for them this morning. 

“Fine,” Karl sighed, chest feeling light as his fiancés cheered, “but only because I like you.”

He pretended to glower at them, though he dissolved into giggles as they laughed. He really loved the humans, and he’d accepted their proposals with enthusiam.

He just worried how they’d feel when they saw how he usually was.

His thoughts were interrupted by a hissing sound, and Karl zoned back in with wide eye on a creeper set to explode behind his beloved fiancés. Time seemed to slow and he shouted a warning before everything around him shifted.

His human size slipped between his fingers like water and he curled his body over Quackity and Sapnap, shielding them and smacking away the creeper with a hand. It exploded in the air a short distance from his hand, the giant flinching 

Adrenaline pumped through him and he could feel himself shaking from the nerves. He let out a shaky sigh, leaning back and sitting on his knees, planting the balls of his feet behind him and uncovering his fiancés.

He looked down at the two with a relieved smile. They were okay, But that smile slipped as what he’d done caught up to him, and he saw the look on their faces.

They looked terrified, and they stumbled away from him. They got out of his shadow, squinting as the sun finally reached their eyes directly.

He moved before thinking about it, blocking their path with both hands. And then he took in how they screamed, and how they looked at him like he was some kind of monster.

And it hurt.

“Let us go!” That was Sapnap, pulling Quackity closer to himself protectively. 

“Fine! Leave! See if I care!” Karl withdrew his hands quickly, blinking away the moisture that was gathering in his eyes. He pulled all of his limbs close to himself, hugging his knees to his chest and resting his chin on them.

“Wh-Who... What are you?” That was Sapnap again, and he sounded... well, scared, upset... pissed even. “What did you do to Karl?”

“I..” Karl frowned slightly, feeling overwhelmingly confused and largely out of place. “You think.. I’m, uh,” a short laugh, humorless, left him, “I am Karl.”

Silence answered him. The two humans seemed to converse quietly before Sapnap sounded panicked  and shook his head slightly. Karl fought the urge to lean in and listen, heart twisting with something akin to jealously, oddly enough. Sapnap tried to pull Quackity back as he walked closer to Karl, who slowly lifted his head as he eyed his fiancé.

“Karl?” Quackity’s eyes searched the brunet’s face, as if making sure that every detail was as it was supposed to be. That this was truly his beloved Karl. “It’s really you?”

At his nod, Sapnap crept slowly closer as well, looking up at him through the black hair hanging in front of his eyes. Both of them seemed to be jittery, but seeing their fiancé looking upset like this tugged at their heart, size be damned.

“You’re... you’re not running.” Karl observed, moving slowly and shifting to sit with his legs crossed as he leaned forward. His fiancés, for their credit, didn’t move away more than a few steps. “Um, surprise?” He tried, though that barely got him a snort before he was fiddling with his hands anxiously. “This is, uh... a lot, huh?”

“That’s one way to put it.” Sapnap chuckled, and it wasn’t a forced sound, nor mocking, to Karl’s relief.

“For sure,” Quackity agreed with a smirk before looking up to Karl, “is this why you’ve never stuck around for a long time, then?”

Karl felt his face warm slightly, and he smiled, all kindness and love and soft edges. “I figured I might freak you guys out. I was going to tell you at some point, I swear, it’s just... Well, you know how you reacted when you first saw me like this.” A saddened chuckle left him, one that was forced and clearly trying to lighten the mood despite how much their fear had cut into him. “I’m not that scary, am I?”

“No!” Both of his fiancés were quick to try to comfort him. It was sweet, that even though they were obviously nervous around him, they wanted to assure him that everything was okay.

“But,” Karl winced, “you wanted to get away from me. And I’m not mad!” He assured them of that quickly, not wanting them to think that. “And I would never ever hurt either one of you. I love you both so much.” He worried his bottom lip between his teeth, glancing down at his beloved fiancés. “But I.. um, it’s okay if you don’t want to be together anymore, I understand.”

“Karl,” Quackity was talking lowly, deliberately as he worked through whatever hw was trying to say in his head, “we both love you. Just because you’re a little bigger doesn’t change that.” Then, almost as an afterthought, though an affectionate one, he added, “Nimrod.”

“Yeah, honestly we were both worried that you’d found another man, or something.” Sapnap gave him a big smile, full of warmth and love that looked so strange from how Karl was seeing it now. “But Quackity’s right; we obviously still love you and we can work through.. whatever this is. Can you explain?”

Karl let out a happy little noise he couldn’t quite place and nodded, scooping up his fiancés in cupped hands and bringing them a bit closer to his face. He didn’t feel how they’d flinched, startled at the quick movement, just observing them and marveling at how small his humans were.

And then he was rambling about something, and walking toward his own home that was at the edge of the SMP. He talked about how this was his natural size, and it had always been, but drinking a potion--the recipe of which he’d stumbled on on a late night adventure--made him human sized.

And that was how he’d originally met his beloved fiancés, mesmerized by the human civilization he found himself in. But he’d discovered that he could only hold that human form for so long before his body started to fight against it to return to its natural state.

But as he rambled on and on, he glanced down at his boys, and his heart softened. They looked.. comfortable in his hands. 

A warm, protective feeling settled over his heart, and he silently vowed that he’d keep them safe.

No matter what.

howdy! For the ask prompts can you please write 1 with Giant!Shlatt and Tiny!Quackity? -⭐️

Hi! Sorry that this one is so short! I don't watch Schlatt so all I really know is from like DSMP lore and stuff LOL

So he's not going to be the kindest, so be aware. (As I'm typing this I have NO CLUE what I'm doing or where I'm going LMAO lets goooooo!)

Prompt from here!

Warnings for language, rough handling, threats, fear Word Count ~850

------Yes Sir------

To be completely honest, this was not Alex Quackity's brightest moment. He'd thought that he'd just hide out in this building until the storm outside was over, and he'd be fine.

He was wrong. The ram hybrid found him, and they were currently staring at each other, frozen and unmoving.

Not that Quackity could really go anywhere anyway. He was cornered.

Like, literally, he was on the floor in the corner of the room, his exit effective blocked by the hybrid. There was no way he'd be able to get behind the nearby bookshelf, the giant being would be too fast.

That didn't mean that he didn't try, though.

But the moment he tried to move that way, the hybrid had crossed the room and crouched in front of the tiny duck hybrid, eyeing him with a smirk. The movement combined with that intense gaze made Quackity scramble back, flinching harshly as his back met the wall.

"You're - uh - you're..." The ram hybrid seemed to be processing what he was seeing, and his brain seemed to buffer for a moment before he added a simple obvious, "small."

Nervous, impulsive laughter bubbled out of Quackity. "Yeah, no shit. I almost forgot." His heart was pounding, and his attempt at covering his nerves with.. whatever that just was was a failure. His voice quavered, his body wracked with intense shaking.

If anything, the human only looked more amuse now, his smirk growing even wider and more predatory. Something unsettling settled over Quackity at the gaze, his feathers ruffling up instinctively.

"You just keep getting better and better." The hybrid was speaking, but it sounded oddly like a threat.

And then there was a hand that shot out and wrapped around him before he could even think about moving. He yelped and squirmed, trying to push at the fingers wrapped tightly around him.

He felt sick as he was moved without his will, wind whipping past him. He felt dizzy and he was lifted and carried over to the hybrid's desk. The movement halted, and Quackity looked up at the face above him, which seemed to be considering something.

"Don't move." The voice reverberated oddly through his body, and Quackity honestly wasn't thinking much as he was shifted again.

As soon as his feet hit solid ground, his body was moving, stumbling and trying to bolt away from the threat. He didn't make it far, a shriek escaping him as that tight grip was around him again, yanking him back into the air. And right in front of the massive stubbled face.

"I said," the hybrid tsked, "don't. Move." He opened a drawer, rummaging around for a moment before he paused, looking back to the tiny being in his grip. "And I know you can understand me, which means that you're just being a little shit." His voice was dangerously even, and Quackity pushed as the grip around him with trembling arms, wings flapping uselessly behind him. That predatory gaze locked on his wings, smirk terrifyingly cold. "If you don't behave for me, I might just have to..."

He trailed off, and Quackity's heart thrummed quickly against his rib cage. He threw desperate hits at the thick skin around him, face wet with tears, though he could tell that his struggles meant absolutely nothing. But he fell absolutely still as those disgusting fingers pinched his wings, wide eyes shooting up to cold, dark ones.

The ram hybrid said nothing, just raising a brow, but Quackity got the message loud and clear.

"I-I'll be good. I'm sorry." His voice was thick and it shook, but the grip on his precious wings stayed.

"Mmmmm. I think I'm going to need a bit more from you." Quackity shuddered as those fingers rubbed uncomfortably against his feathers. "I need you to not talk back, try to run, and maybe a few other things down the line. Or," the rubbing stopped, and Quackity gasped as the pressure increased a bit. "you'll have to learn your lesson. Understood?"

"Yes!"

"Yes?" The ram hybrid tilted his head, curves horns glinting as lightning flashed in the distance. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir." And even though it sounded forced (mostly because it was) it seemed to satisfy him enough because the grip on his wings let up, and Quackity slumped a bit with relief.

"Schlatt?" A voice called from beyond the locked door, making both of their eye snap over to it. "We have policies to discuss. The meeting is in a few minutes, remember?"

"I'll be there!" Quackity flinched at the shout that his captor gave in return. The footsteps faded as the person walked away. "And you... Hm," he rummaged through his drawer again before pulling out a jar and struggling for a moment to remove the lid, "in you go then, hm?"

And then Quackity was dumped unceremoniously into the glass prison. His body ached from the rough grip and he winced. Yeah, that's going to leave some bruises alright.

The door clicked closed as his Schlatt left, and Quackity flinched at the loud sound it created. Quackity curled into himself, crying softly and hoping that this wouldn't be his forever.