#tiny!scott

Imagine that, instead of him falling asleep for 600 years, he got shrunk and became a tiny menace. A blood-stealing menace.

(We doing something different this time! A borrower au with Private Scosage because I like cute smol things, plus this is a birthday gift for my online older brother, Auto!)

(Warnings: Fearplay Possessive behavior)

It had been a normal night for Scott. He had made the two day trip to the town of the Faction Isles to gather some essential resources for a borrower such as himself, something that the Herons had sorely lacked. Don’t get him wrong, his fellow herons, as he affectionately calls them, are great. They have plenty of food and fresh water that he’ll never go hungry or thirsty. But snagging a spare fish hood or thread was impossible when they only bought what they needed, rarely having extra.

Scott had just finished raiding Missy’s storage for some string, tying it to the new hook he had borrowed from Hook’s supplies the previous night. Deciding to test the new hook, Scott threw the hook onto a crate, the hook catching on the wooden ledge. Tugging the rope a little bit to test if it was anchored down, began climbing up the rope. Scott was pleased to find the string was thick and strong like he had hope, easily supporting his weight. Once Scott reached the top of the crate, Scott admired the view.

The crate he stood upon was on the side of the tavern. From here, Scott could see the whole town square and the pier beyond in the early evening. The sight took his breath away, his tail flicking in wonder. Idly he thought if humans saw this every night. Scott was knocked out of his head by the sound of glass shattered inside the tavern and loud drunken laughter.

Oh right. He still had to be careful.

The downside of living on the Isle is that pirates don’t have proper sleep schedules, making it difficult to borrow at any time. But luckily for Scott he was born and raised on this island so he quite used to it.

What he wasn’t quite used to was drunk sailors stumbling around.

Scott made a surprised squeak as two Kestrels exited the tavern singing drunken sea shanties, one of them knocking into the crate he was standing on. Scott stumbled as the crate started to tip, making Scott go with it.

Scott didn’t have time to scream as he fell and hit the stone ground, just barely missed being crushed by the fallen crate. Wincing, Scott stood up, checking himself over. He was relieved to find a few bruises but nothing serious. Scott scooped up his satchel and secured it safely to his body before momentarily relaxing.

“I think I might have drank too much Sausage because I’m seeing a little humanoid rat.”

Scott froze at the human voice, glazing up, only to lock eyes with two very drunk humans staring down at him. Scott felt as though his legs had turned to stone. His instincts screamed at him to move! But he remained firmly planted.

“How dare you call that fine little fellow a rat Oli! He’s too cute to be a mere rat.” The other human, Sausage, replied. “He’s cute enough to be a gem!”

Scott snapped out of his frozen state by the comment, a blush crawling up his face and turning his ear tips red. Shaking his head, Scott booked it into the grass, pointedly ignoring the drunken shouting. Once far away enough and knowing the human had stopped following, Scott leaned against the wall of stone, catching his breath.

That had been way too close for comfort, Scott thought.

Luckily they were probably drunk enough to forget about him, he decided. Scott sighed and began the long journey back toward Heron base. As he walked he couldn’t help but think about how handsome the human, Sausage had been. —————————————————————————————————

The next time Scott had an encounter with Sausage, it was at the Kestrel’s base.

While Scott preferred to avoid the Kestrel’s base like the plague due to how meticulously they handled their treasures, it had to be done. Scott was a simple borrower but after finding out that is long lost brother, Acho, had returned and was residing at the Nightingales, Scott knew he had to give him something special.

Currently Scott was in the kitchen of the faction base, browsing the selection of fine imported foods that seemed to be littered around carelessly around the counters. He glanced over at the odd orange and pink fuzzy fruit that smell sweeter then anything Scott had a pleasure of eating but decided that it was definitely way too big. Moving on, he examined a bunch of small red berries with green leaf tops with seeds outside of them. He sniffed them as was pleased to find they were also sweet, his tail swaying as he picked one up but then paused as he was about to put it in his satchel.

It was well passed midnight, so it surprised Scott as the glow of a touch appeared on the wall. He quickly dropped the unusual berry and quickly hid in an overturned wooden mug. The mug shook slightly as human footsteps approached his hiding place. Scott held his breath as he coward, silently pleading to the universe that he wouldn’t be found.

Unfortunately for Scott, his pleads when unanswered as the mug was grabbed. Scott tumbled out onto the counter in plain view of the human. The human made a horrible screech that had Scott’s ears ringing before he was rudely hit over the head with the wooden mug. The last thought Scott had before everything went black was ‘Shit.”

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When Sausage when to get a midnight drink, he had not expected a little mouse man to fall out of his mug. Out of instinct more than fear, he had smacked the poor guy over the head with said mug. Which leads to his current problem; a motionless body of a little mouse man.

Biting his lip, Sausage carefully picked up the little guy, who hung limply in his hands. Sausage pales and hoped to ever god he believed in that he had not just killed this innocent soul. Pressing his ear to the mouse-like persons chest, he released a small relieved breath as he heard a little heartbeat. Sausage also ran a finger through the guys ginger hair, checking the guys head. Relaxing fully when he realized he just gave him a little bump, nothing too bad.

Now reassured that the little guy would live, Sausage examined his find in the touch light. The small humanoid creature had two small ginger mouse like ears with a long furry ginger tail to match. Ginger hair fell into his cute human-like face, with the exception of small whiskers on his cheeks. On his torso, a little blue jacket with gold thread’s for the cuffs and a white shirt underneath it. His hands, more human than not, with the slightest hint of claws and was more furrier. His legs once again reminded Sausage that this wasn’t just a tiny human, as they appeared to be animal like. Small paws were visible at the ends of the mouse-rabbit like legs. Ginger fur covered them coarsely as Sausage petted one of the appendage, causing it to twitch but the creature remained knocked out.

Sausage blinked a little bit as he realized how long he had just been sitting there staring at the little guy. The small man was quite pretty, prettier than most humans he had met. He would make a wonderful treasure, Sausage thought.

Cradling him to his chest, Sausage decided to abandon the idea of getting a drink as he carried his new treasure back to his room. As he walked through the halls back to his room, Sausage thought of decorating his new pet in gold. Just imagining it made Sausage grin like a mad man. Humming a tune, Sausage quickly when into his room and then paused, realizing that he didn’t have a good place to keep his new treasure.

Grimacing, he scanned his room for a good container he could keep his pet in. Sausage started to frown as he scanned through most his room until his eyes fell on a miniature glass jar with a cork top that he used to have fireflies in. His eyes lilt with excitement as he walked over to it, setting his treasure carefully on the sheets of his bed as he passed, taking care not to disturbing him from his slumber.

Sausage grabbed the tiny jar and brought it over to his desk. Lighting the candle next to him, he began to work on the perfect display for his new mouse friend. Pulling off the cork top, he cut a few small holes into the cork to allow oxygen into the jar. Next, Sausage found a metal ring and embedded it into the cork with hot wax. Once cooled, he grabbed a golden chain and threaded it through the partially open ring. Grinning, Sausage held up the new necklace he had just crafted.

Moving on, Sausage grabbed a few soft fabrics from his collection and placed them in the bottom of the jar. He also threw in a few cotton balls he had laying around. Deeming the enclosure done, Sausage focused his attention on a certain little fellow.

Giddy with glee, Sausage got up and went over his jewelry box. He sorted through and gather golden rings and small golden bracelets. His hand hovered over a silver band with a blue gemstone. Deciding to grab it, Sausage then stroll over to his bed. Placing the jewelry next to the sleeping form, Sausage compared each golden band and chain before deciding on simple gold bracelet that drapes nicely over his companion’s body and a gold earring that sat loosely around his neck. Something in Sausage purred as he looked at his new friend with the gold on him. The silver ring rested on snugly on the mouse man’s brow, making him look like a little prince. Sausage giggles at the thought and picked up the boy, placing him in his new home.

Fatigue suddenly hit Sausage as he realized just how late it was. Yawning, Sausage placed the cork back onto the jar and blew out the candle before crawling into bed. Rolling over, Sausage stared at his new treasure’s sleeping form with something borderline possessiveness. The mouse man had moved slightly and had curled up into a ball in the fabric. Grinning once more, Sausage sighed and closed his eyes, falling asleep.

The next morning when Sausage got up, he got dressed and was about to leave when the small jar caught his eyes. Smirking, he carefully lifted the necklace over his head. Smiling down, Sausage headed out proudly with his catch.

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Scott groaned a little bit as he began to wake up. His head was pounding as he forced his eyes open. His vision was fuzzy for a moment before he blinked again. His eyes widen as he was met with an ocean view. It was only then Scott realized he was swaying slightly.

Sitting up quickly, Scott pressed against the back wall. Sleep melting from his mind as he quickly realized that he was in a jar. Looking up, he practically froze when he spotted the human from last night. His heart was in his throat as he leapt away from the body, only to hit the other side of the jar.

In his panic, Scott realized he had been decorated with human trinkets. Scott took the ring off of his head and threw it away from himself. The ring clinked against the glass as it bounced off and landed on the fabric. He gripped the odd golden collar but couldn’t manage to get it off.

“Hm? Oh! You’re awake! I was beginning to worry!”

Scott squeaked in surprise as his prison was hoisted up to eye level with the human. His blood rushed in his ears as he pressed away as far back as he could get from the human. Against his control, his body started shaking. Wide terrified blue eyes met giant brown ones.

“Hey, hey. It’s gonna be okay.” The human attempted to soothe. “I’m not gonna hurt you little fella. At least I think you’re a fella, are a fella?”

Scott stayed frozen as he shook, not wanting to let him know he was sentient but nods slightly.

The human grinned, “Nice you met you little fella! I’m Captain Sausage! What’s your name?”

His loud voice boomed his is sensitive ears, making him pin his ears down as he quivered.

“S-Scott….” He whispered, curling in on himself.

“That’s a cute name for a cutie such as yourself!” Sausage sang. “I’m curious what you are actually but that can be a later topic. Are you hunger by chance?”

Scott, despite being scare, blushed at the words. He shook his head as he wasn’t hungry and still had plenty of crumbs to eat from the herons in his satchel.

“Aw, okay. Well I hope you enjoy your carrier as you’ll be with me most of the time, my little treasure! Just let me know if you want to change it or make it comfortable! Ooh! I can’t wait to show you to my friends! They’ll be so jealous!”

Sausage’s rambling faded into the background as Scott paled and panic over took his senses. He was gonna be a pet. Just another treasure to be treated as an object. Plus he was gonna reveal his whole species and his baby brother. Tears gathering in his eyes as he hugged his knees to his chest, tail curling up on his feet.

A tiny sob broke Sausage out of his rambling, glancing to the jar, he see his sweet little gemstone curled in to a ball, shoulder trembling with sobs.

“Oh no, It’s okay! I promise. I bet I’m scary but I promise you that I’ll treat you right.” Sausage comforted. “You just need time to adjust. You’ll see, within a few weeks, you’ll see that this is the best for you.”

Sausage lowered the necklace back to his chest and rubs the outer glass lovely before he goes back to sailing. Scott hiccups in fright at the words and begs for his brother to find him.

I think imma start headcanoning Scott as a little pixie- cause like- pixies are like colourful fairies but they don't have wings so like- Scott is a wingless pixie who got gifted wings by Joel

(The second part of Ship in a Bottle, hope you enjoy :3)

Acho wasn’t stupid. He knew something was up.

It started about a month ago. In the market, he noticed that one of the Kestrel’s had something new around his neck. A group of pirates from every faction surrounded was looking at it curiously. He was hidden in the walls of Hook’s shack so he couldn’t get a good look through the boards. He tried to perk his mouse like ears to hear the conversation but was unable to understand any words so he brushed it off and continued with his routine. Next, he started noticing that all the pirates were more observant. He had nearly been catch by the fur of his tail multiple times by one of the Herons, Owen he thinks. Even the kites have been getting more dangerous then they already were. A browned hair boy had ransacked all the crates and boxes around the town, clearly frustrated when he couldn’t find what he was looking for. Luckily for Acho, he had been safely watching from the walls of the tavern.

The bad feeling increased when he was in the Nightingale base, resting in the walls were his room was after a long journey back from the town. He had stepped out onto the roof to talk to the stars when one of his fellow Nightingales, Apo he believed, walked out holding something tiny in his hands. It wasn’t until Apo spoke that Acho’s bad feeling made sense.

“I hope Sausage’s tiny will loves this wardrobe! The poor guy had only this coat for so long.” The human hums to himself.

Acho’s eyes widen as he spots the coat in Apo’s hands.

It was Scott’s.

Fear filled Acho’s heart and mind. Scott had gotten caught? How? When? Acho slapped his cheeks to dispel his panicked thoughts. Now is not the time. He told himself firmly. So Scott was with the human Sausage. And Sausage was with the Kestrel. Looks like he had a trip to plan. Acho apologized to the stars for cutting the talk short before he left. He had a brother to save and a journey to prepare for.

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Scott didn’t know how long he was in captivity.

By day, he was in his glorified cage, hanging from Sausages neck. By night, he was thankful taken out of the small jar, but was tosses and locked into a small chest. Sausage had furnished the box with cotton and fabric for his bed and placed food and water in every night. Scott had tries to escape multiple times but every attempt failed and ended up with a punishment of some sort. His ribs were still sore from the last attempt.

He was recently given a few new clothes that Sausage had commissioned for him, which he’s not sure how to feel about. It means he cares somewhat. But Scott’s not sure if Sausage cares about him personally or if he just cares about his image. His new clothes are golden and sparkly. Clearly made to make him stand out.

Currently Scott is in his box, sitting on his bed with his knees pressed up to his chest. He had learned to cry silently after two weeks. Once Sausage heard him crying one night, so in an attempt to comfort him, he held him close through the night. After that, Scott was too scared to make a loud sob. His ears drooped and his tail curled around his boots as he thinks about it.

He wished he had at least got to tell Acho how sorry he was. That he stood up to their parents more. He regretted not being a better big brother. He wanted to tell Acho that he wished he could back in time and fix his mistakes.

Tears gathered in his eyes as he flinched as Sausage’s snored ratted the wooden container. Getting up from his bed, Scott made his way to the water bowl and sat down next to it as it was the farthest away from Sausage. Leaning against it, he sniffles and hiccups into his arms. Scott continued to cry till his eyes had dried out.

Lifting his head up, Scott catch a glimpse of his reflection. Red shot eyes stared back at him. His once fluffy ginger hair was a tangled greasy matted mess. He had tried to keep it up for the first week but after Sausage had kept ruffling it he had given up. He idly wondered if he would be better just accepting his fate as a pet. He dips his fingers in the water, watching the ripples distribute his reflection.

His thoughts were broken by the sound of something clanking on the nightstand outside the chest. Scrambling up, Scott hurriedly to one of the cracks of the chest. Peeking through, Scott spotted a hook caught on the edge of the dresser. Shock filled him as his little brother pulled himself over the edge and clambered fully onto the dresser.

“Acho!” Relieve plausible in Scott’s voice.

Acho’s head snapped over to him and he hurried over to the crack.

“Scott! Thank goodness you’re okay!” He gives him a weak smile. “I thought I would be too late. Hold on, I’ll get you out of there.”

Digging around in his bag, Acho pulled out a large paper clip and climbed up to the lock on the chest.

“Please be careful. He’s a light sleeper.” Scott warned quietly.

Acho nodded distracted as he concentrated on pressing the paper clips on the mechanism release. He grin triumphantly as a quiet click was heard. Careful, he lowered the lock onto the desk. Then he pushes open the top of the box.

Scott quickly leaped up, with the help of Acho, he was able to climb out of the box chest with little trouble. Both brothers shimmied down the rope of the hook and quickly got out of the Kestrel base in the dead of the night.

Once they both agreed it was safe, Scott hugged Acho tightly.

“I’m so sorry, brother. I should have been there more.” He whispered as he tears up again.

Acho held him in his arms. “It’s okay Scott, I never blamed you. I understand you were just a kid as well. I’m just glad you’re safe.”

tiny!Scott cheering you up when you're sad

tiny!Scott waking you up in the morning with kisses on your nose

tiny!Scott little tail wagging happily when you pet him

tiny!Scott letting you dress him up in tiny suits and dresses

tiny!Scott biting anyone who is mean to you