—Giants and humans live together peacefully. Tommy, Wilbur, and Techno are all brothers though by looking at them one wouldn’t guess. With two being well over 45ft tall and the last being a little of 6ft, people are often surprised.

They all are extremely close and they do the best with what they have. While their living conditions aren’t….. the greatest they still manage just fine and besides, they have each other! They just have to ignore the leaky roof, the lack of a heater, the limited selection of food they have……yea things aren’t that great.

—One day the countries space program announces that they’ve found a new planet and are looking for certain citizens to go populate and explore it. Those certain citizens being, giants. The new planet they found was absolutely HUGE and was almost made to giant standards.

Even though the space program was paying an exorbitant amount of money most giants were skeptical and didn’t want to risk it.

Wilbur hears of this and he immediately signs up under one condition, a better life be provided for Tommy. Higher education, housing, food, you name it, the program had no problem paying.

Techno is NOT pleased but he isn’t about to let his brother die on an alien planet.

on the day of their departure they both say goodbye to Tommy but little did they know the teen wasn’t staying.

Tommy snuck onto the ship and didn’t make himself known until it was too late to go back….oops.

(Two other teens may have snuck on board the ship as well and Phil is the captain of the expedition)

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Can’t Fit In, Can’t Stand Out

—Tommy is a human who lives in an apartment with tiny mouse hybrids Wilbur, Phil, and Techno. At least, that’s what they think.

You see, Tommy is actually an avian hybrid. In this au not much is known about avian hybrids. Tommy however has small, red wings, slitted pupils, and clawed fingertips. He’s also tall, like 8ft tall. He just assumes it’s part of being an avian.

Little does he know that avian hybrids are actually giants and how tall they grow is determined by how healthy their wings are. Since Tommy never had anyone to help teach him proper wing care or avian stuff he’s actually incredibly stunted (for an avian). It also doesn’t help that he constantly has his wings bound to help hide them.

Another perk that Tommy has is that he is able to shift into a more human form. He can hide all of his hybrid features except his wings. Luckily a collection of oversized hoodies can help with that. His human form is shorter at around only 6ft tall.

One day Tommy came home from work only to find three tiny mouse hybrids arguing on his kitchen counter. After a shaky first encounter the trio eventually start to care about the giant teen. It gets to the point where they’re all comfortable enough around him to make themselves constantly known. Now they’ll even latch on to Tommy when he walks by to get rides!

Tommy didn’t mean to keep the fact that he was an avian a secret, it just never came up. Also SUE HIM for not wanting to lose the only friends he had. Tommy also figured that revealing himself to be a large, predatory hybrid would only scare them away. Besides, it’s not that hard to hide his hybrid features.

—One day Tommy arrives home from work feeling absolutely exhausted. He barely even talks to the tinies before going to his room for the night. The teens wings are sore and it’s been, what? two weeks since he’s last shifted (which is extremely unhealthy). Barely even thinking about it Tommy shifts into his avian form, practically melting with relief. He lays there for a couple minutes before hearing a tiny squeak.

Bolting upright, Tommy looks over to see that the trio of mouse hybrids are right there, and they’re staring directly at him.

He didn’t even have time to explain himself before they had ran and disappeared into the walls.

—

Cue a full blown panic attack.

Luckily, he isn’t alone for long before a trio of borrowers hears him and come to talk to him.

They assume based off of how young he is (17-18) that he got exiled from a colony and is panicking because of that, so they take him in.

Tommy doesn’t even have the words to begin to even explain what’s happened to him so he just goes along with it.

—Over the next couple of weeks as he stays with them he slowly starts to bond with Phil, Wilbur, and Techno.

They’ve taught him so many things and the younger borrowers have become like older brothers to him and offer a comforting support.

After about 9 days of staying with them Tommy mentions something about how the human of the apartment has been gone a while (cause he can’t keep his big mouth shut). They talk about how the human who had just moved in was loud and clumsy but most importantly they mentioned how scared they were or getting caught.

Tommy feels bad because he didn’t mean to be so loud.

—After a couple more days something happens (I don’t know what yet) and Tommy turns back into his human size.

The borrowers are absolutely TERRIFIED and run to their hiding spots even as Tommy begs them to listen to him.

Over the next few days he leaves out food for the trio.

All he can do is wait.

—

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Wilbur was a complete idiot. But in his defense, the lake wasn’t that far from the cabin ok?! He just wanted to attempt to find that pretty salmon again, but he had completely forgotten that it was winter and that meant the fish were gone. Along with any other sensible animal. It also wasn’t his fault that the universe truly seemed to hate him and decided a blizzard would be wonderful right as Wilbur decided to head home. He cursed bitterly as he narrowly avoided another tree that just seemed to appear out of nowhere. Prime, he could barely see 5 feet ahead in this stupid blizzard. He could practically hear Techno’s annoying droning about his pathetic lack of survival skills. Then he saw it. In the distance. A giant opening to a cave. Wilbur laughed incredulously. Maybe the universe didn’t completely loathe him after all!

With a bit more spring in his step, Wilbur hurried over to the entrance to the cave. He didn’t even pause to think about how the vastness of the cave felt a bit…off. All he knew was he was finally out of that gods-forsaken blizzard, with what felt like 3 out of his 4 limbs still intact. He waddled further into the cave, still shivering from the cold that had taken root in his bones. He eventually found a dry spot against a cave wall and settled down, content to pass out for a bit, before he heard it. A strange whooshing sound. Wilbur glanced further into the darkness of the cave, where the sound had come from. The sound came again and Wilbur sat up. What can he say, he’s a curious person. He slowly made her way towards the increasingly loud noise until he saw a vague form in the darkness.

He got closer and slowly became horrified at the sight of what looked to be a child. He could barely make out a head of blonde curly hair. Wilbur couldn’t see far enough to see the kids lower half, but he desperately hoped he was wearing a thick pair of pants, because the kid didn’t appear to be wearing anything for a top. There was no way that the poor thing wasn’t practically frozen solid. Without another thought, Wib began sprinting with energy he didn’t know he had towards the fallen child. He realized soon that he had seriously miscalculated the distance between him and the kid and that the kid was a lot closer than he had thought. But- that doesn’t make sense, that would mean that either he had poor eyesight or that the kid…was…humongous.

Wilbur stared in increasing horror into the large face of an unconscious giant child. No,wait. Not unconscious. The kid’s eyebrows were furrowed tightly and he was breathing unevenly, letting out short puffs of cold air. “That explains the weird huffing sound” Wilbur thought grimly. The child’s cheeks were a harsh red, his eyes were squeezed shut as he weakly fought off the cold. And even though this was a giant (who shouldn’t exist, by the way), it was a giant child. And Wilbur had a chronically bleeding heart. So he made his decision. He didn’t know how, but he was gonna help this kid, whatever it took. Besides, he was raised by the Blood God and the Angel of Death. He was no stranger to the impossible.

So Wib steeled his nerves and marched up right in front of the child’s nose. Even if he was on the verge of unconsciousness, Wilbur couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated by the poor kid, but he pushed those thoughts away. The kid let out another violent puff of air, blowing Wilbur’s hair away from his face and in sort of a knee jerk reaction, Wilbur placed his hand on the tip of the kid’s nose, though it probably looked more like a slap. Not that Wilbur had time to worry about it since he heard a sharp intake of air and 2 things happened in quick succession.

One, Wilbur watched as the boy’s eyes shot open, pupils constricting into thin slits as they landed on his comparatively small form, and he barely had a second to think ‘blue, just like Phil’ before the second thing happened. He felt something cold and smooth wrap around his ankle before his whole world was flipped upside down. Wilbur tried to see what was hanging him upside down and he only caught a glimpse of red before he heard a small pained groan. He turned to see that he was being held up at about eye level with the giant boy, who was slowly sitting up on shaky pale arms. Both arms. So how…? And then he looked and saw what was holding him up. A giant red scaled reptilian tail. One that was connected to the giant boy. Oh no. When the boy had finally sat up, his icy blue eyes focused on Wilbur and suddenly he felt paralyzed. He couldn’t move. He could hardly breathe. All he could see were those icy blue eyes. A naga. An honest to gods naga was staring Wilbur down with an emotion that he couldn’t focus enough to pick apart. Judgment? Or gods forbid, hunger.

In Wilbur’s trance of fear, he didn’t notice the boy’s quivering mouth, or his winces of pain with every minute movement. He did notice when the boy ground out a question.

“A-are you fucking stupid?”

Wilbur’s brain lagged as he processed the question. What?

“Why the hell are you here? I’m not sure if you noticed, but there is very much a blizzard outside right now. In fact, how did you even get here?” the naga snarked

When Wilbur did not respond, the tail holding him gently shook side to side.

“Hello? Did you die of cold already? Or did my awesomeness shock you into silence?” the naga asked, as if he wasn’t shivering violently every other second.

There was another moment of silence before Wilbur swallowed, channeling Technos monotone deadpan.

“Well maybe if you quit hanging me upside down, i could probably form a coherent sentence and respond to you.” he droned. He didn’t expect the kid to jolt like he’d had a sudden realization and a flash of remorse to slide across his face before he was suddenly flipped right side back up.

“Come to think of it, aren’t snakes supposed to be asleep for the winter or whatever? That would mean that you would need to be as well” Wilbur said as a dry attempt at a joke. Surprisingly, the kids' eyebrows furrowed at the remark.

“I can't hibernate yet, I have to wait for my…master to come back.” he said sheepishly

It was then that Wilbur looked the child in the eyes for the first time.

“How long have you been waiting for your ‘master’ to come back, exactly?” Wilbur asked, studying the child’s expression.

“Only a little while. It doesn’t matter anyways, because my master is coming back.” the naga snapped.

Wilbur raised his hands in surrender and it was quiet for all of 5 seconds before he started up again.

“Why do you need your master to hibernate anyways?” Wilbur asked, leaning lazily against the tail that still held him captive.

The kid's ears twitched as he replied “He might need me, what’ll happen if he’s in danger and needs protecting and I’m off somewhere snoozing the winter away. And besides, for me to hibernate, conditions have to be met.”

“What, like it has to be 30° exactly for the little snake to get some sleep?” Wilbur teased with a huff of laughter.

“There has to be someone in my storage.” the kid deadpanned.

It was then that the kid looked at Wilbur. Who couldn’t move. A glint grew in the child’s eye. A glint Wilbur did not want to touch with a 60 ft pole.

“You know… I don’t have to hibernate all in one go. I can sleep in sections.” The naga stated.

Wilbur felt a bead of sweat make its way down the back of his neck. “That's… interesting,” he mumbled.

“Yeah it is. It also means I don’t necessarily have to wait for my master to get back to get a little bit of sleep” the kid purred.

“Um, yes you do- what are you doing?” Wilbur cried out as the tail that was holding him abruptly dropped him into a giant hand.

“Finally getting some real sleep, I hope. I haven’t slept properly in 3 winters…” the naga said quietly as he pinched Wilbur’s waist between two clawed fingers.

Wilbur felt a brief flash of sympathy wash over him before it was quickly overshadowed by fear as he was raised above the fanged mouth of the young naga.

“Wait! Don’t do this man please!” He cried, desperately trying to wiggle out of the nagas hold, to no avail.

The naga paused and brought Wilbur back to eye level. Wilbur let himself hope that maybe he had talked some sense into the naga. That is, until he opened his mouth.

“I promise you won’t die. It won’t even hurt! I swear on the gods.I just have to do this.” the naga croaked before closing his eyes, tilting his head back, opening his mouth and raising Wilbur above it once more.

“No no NO!” Wilbur cried, panicking as he was lowered into naga’s mouth. He barely saw how the naga’s eyebrows furrowed more and more with every desperate cry.

He yelped as he was dropped into the unpleasantly warm cavern. He instantly tried to scramble back to the front of the mouth but the naga had quickly snapped his teeth shut, nearly taking Wilburs hand and effectively sealing his fate in the same breath. Wilbur began to breathe harshly as the world slowly tilted backwards, making him slide to the back of the mouth. He let out one last desperate cry before was gulped down. The whole way down the nagas throat, Wilbur hardly let himself move. This was really happening. His journey came to an end when he finally fell into what looked like the nagas stomach.

Wilbur sat panting in the stomach of the naga, trying his damndest not to cry. What kind of cruel fate was this? To die to a giant sickly snake child? He felt the naga sluggishly poking at him from the outside, but he couldn’t even bring himself to lash out at him.

“Little dude?” the naga asked, the voice reverberating all around him, causing Wilbur to cringe slightly.

“How could you do this to me?” Wilbur muttered, grieving quietly for the life he was supposed to live.

He felt the naga flinch slightly at his words. He heard a gulp above him and Wilbur felt a tendril of dark satisfaction curl around his heart, pleased that the naga was nervous.

“I told you, I can't go another winter alone.” the naga whimpered.

“So you fucking swallow me? Kid, the solution to loneliness isn’t murder!” Wilbur bellowed.

The naga flinched again before two hands pressed against the stomach. “B-but it isn’t murder! You aren’t going to die, I-I promised!”

Wilbur laughed humorlessly. “The gig is up, you’ve already swallowed me so I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to keep up with that ridiculous lie.”

“I’m not lying! You're in my storage stomach idiot!” the naga cried indignantly.

“Yeah! A stomach! I don’t care what words you put in front of it, a stomach is a stomach, which means I'm going to… die.” Wilbur stressed, voice breaking at the last word.

“Nono! Nagas have two stomachs, one for consumption and one for storage. The one for storage doesn’t have any acids that can kill you.” the naga explained hurriedly.

Wilbur took in the information silently.

“So…i’ll be ok?” he asked tentatively

“Yes,” the naga exhaled, sounding relieved. “Like I promised.”

“You did promise, didn’t you?” Wilbur said, letting out a tired laugh

The naga didn’t respond and Wilbur felt his surroundings shift as the naga curled up quietly.

It was silent for a moment and Wilbur felt his eyes drooping. How absurd. He was quite literally lying in the belly of the beast right now. He leaned back against the walls of the stomach and made himself comfortable. Although the kid had reassured him thoroughly that he wasn’t going to die, he’d also made it very clear that he wasn’t letting Wilbur go. At least for a little while. He might as well get cozy in his new prison. Just as he was dozing off, he heard a yawn from above followed by a hum.

“Tommy”

“…What” Wilbur murmured, only half conscious.

“My name is Tommy. Just so you know” The naga- Tommy confessed.

It was silent for a moment before Wilbur huffed, softly amused.