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yeenybeanies · 4 years ago

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“The vacuum won’t kill you dude”

... I saw this and thought of space,, but then I reread it and went “aH the Hell Noise Machine”

send me things!

space would be cool too but alas

“ God damn––Thor! Hey! ” The borrower raises her arms over her head and closes her eyes, doing her best to shield herself from Thor’s frantic thrashing. Lusavren knew as soon as she heard the wheels rolling on the hardwood floors above that this was going to happen.

“ Thor! It’s just––it’s upstairs! We do this every time! ” Every goddamn time. Whenever the upstairs neighbor needs to break out the vacuum, Thor, the most cowardly werewolf ( and the only werewolf ) she knows, loses his shit.

Said werewolf shoots her a quick glance, the whites of his eyes shining. He whimpers fearfully, but he does stop his thrashing, if only for the moment. Lucy grimaces.

“ Thor––come here. You’ve torn your clothes again. ” She points to the counter below here and gives Thor a stern, commanding look. He hesitates long enough to look up at the ceiling where the vacuum noises drone on, then approaches with some trepidation. Lucy jabs her finger down, emphasizing that he needs to come closer, to which he obliges. He rests his chin on the counter, golden eyes focused on the borrower, and lets out another whine.

Lucy sighs, palm to her forehead. It would make sense for her to be afraid of a vacuum, but him? Never mind that it is neither in his apartment nor on his floor. She finds herself wondering, as she often does, how this man has managed to get this far in life being afraid of everything. ( It still baffles her that he, a big-ass werewolf, was afraid of little ol’ her when they first met. )

Hands extended, the borrower rubs along Thor’s muzzle. “ There you go. See? It’s all okay. No need to go throwing furniture around and risk crushing me. ” She scratches just behind his whiskers, garnering a sigh.

It doesn’t take long for the telltale crackling and popping noises to start, and for Thor’s shape to revert back to something more human. Lucy steps back as the change takes place. It’s equal parts grotesque and fascinating, watching canine morph into human. By the end, Thor stands, a little winded, looming over Lucy. His shaggy hair drapes over his eyes.

“ Whew . . . sorry about . . . that . . .. ” he says, sheepish. Red tinges his cheeks.

“ As you should be! ” Lucy retorts. She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at him, but it quickly loses its heat. “ I swear, Thor, what am I gonna do with you? ”

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yeenybeanies · 5 years ago

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Murophobia

here be a couple of ocs i just kinda made up yesterday on the spot. i thought about that uncommon “ giant is afraid of tiny ” scenario & then thought But What If Werewolves?

Thor Regals ( oc ) & Lusavren Lace ( oc )

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mild language warning

feel free to leave comments in the tags!! thanks!!

Chaos.

Glass shatters, furniture skids, and tiny feet and large claws skitter across the hardwood floor. Between the two beings in the room, neither is calm. To put things most aptly, both are scared shitless of each other. One just has far more destructive capabilities than the other, hence the chaos.

The smaller—far smaller—of the two covers her head and zigzags, trying to avoid the clattering calamity above. What the hell happened? She doesn’t quite know. She was gathering materials from the kitchen when the bean came in unexpectedly. As soon as the light flickered on, their eyes met, and then all hell broke loose.

The larger, not even a second after spotting his unusual guest, lurched from where he stood, knocking into the china cabinet and sending its contents cascading to the floor. That isn’t where it all ended, though; no, he’s still causing quite the ruckus. With every movement the little being makes, he moves as well, trying to go in the opposite direction, so as to stay as far away from it as possible!

Big bad bean, over six feet tall, is afraid of mice and rats and roaches and most anything that’s small and crawly.

Poor Lusavren, on the other hand, at her four-and-a-half inches tall, is afraid of mice and rats and roaches and most anything bigger than her. This bean, as with all beans, fits into that last category.

And so, there is chaos. There is danger. Lucy tries her damnedest to duck for cover, but she’s been trapped on the counter. All of the thrashing about dislodged a cookbook, which fell none-too-conveniently in the path of her escape, effectively trapping her up on the surface. She could perhaps brave the jump from the countertop to the floor far below, but that comes with great risk of broken bones ( or worse ). Never mind the shattered glass that’s now littered everywhere. Lucy desperately curls into a ball, protecting her head with her arms.

After what feels like hours, though it only amounts to a few seconds, the crashing and thrashing stops, but Lucy remains still for several seconds more, just to make sure. When she finally does uncurl and peek over the countertop edge, she’s met with quite the sight: broken plates, upturned tables and chairs, and, most curiously, torn clothing. That’s . . . bizarre. Her tiny features scrunch in confusion. Tentatively, she brushes her hair aside and leans further, trying to get a better look at the shredded clothes. They look like the remains of a shirt and shorts—the shirt and shorts she thinks the bean was wearing ( though she didn’t exactly have time to get a good look ). More curious still, there appears to be golden hair scattered amongst the scraps. She’s seen some of this hair in her initial exploration of the place, but saw no other signs of a dog or a cat . . ..

Movement from the hallway the bean had first appeared from ( and presumably disappeared into ) draws Lucy’s attention. Her blood runs cold. A pair of large, golden eyes stares at her from the shadows, the pupils shining back a faint green. She can make out a very not-human shape, too: big, pointed ears, a long muzzle, and shaggy hair . . .. Her first thought would be that it is a dog, but she quickly realizes, as the would-be dog steps further out, it’s standing upright, and it has hands ( tipped with very sharp-looking claws ).

Lucy skitters back from the edge, and the dog-thing’s ears flatten. A low growl rumbles in its throat as its lips part, showing a mouthful of big, scary teeth. The borrower does as she did before: she covers her head and curls up, trying not to shake or cry out. Not seeing the dog-thing is just as terrifying, though; its claws click on the hardwood with every step closer it takes. The worst part is feeling the beast loom over her. That wet nose bumps her back, sniffing, and Lucy can’t keep the frightened squeak in. What she doesn’t expect, though, is to hear it stumble backwards again and . . . whimper.

What?

Slowly, tentatively, Lucy lifts her head to see the dog-thing backed up against the opposite counter. Its eyes are big as saucers, and its ears twitch, swinging back and forth between pointing at her, and lying flat on its head.

It almost looks . . . scared.

But that can’t be possible . . . can it? How could this monster be afraid of her?

“ Please, I— “ Lucy pushes herself back against the wall, shivering like a leaf in the wind. Despite her fear, though, she can’t help but notice how the dog-thing flinches every time she moves. It whines again, most bizarre.

“ I just want to—I’m—I’m sorry. I’ll leave. ” She stammers over her words, finding it difficult to produce any in the presence of something so menacing.

The beast tilts its head one way, and then the other, still looking nervous, but, much to Lucy’s dismay, it steps closer. She presses herself to the wall, watching it lean forward with its hands now on her counter.

Oh, it’s going to eat her!

Lucy squeezes her eyes shut and braces herself, but nothing happens—not to her, anyway. She hears a crackling sound, and opens her eyes again to see the dog-thing . . . less dog-like, and more human-like, and still changing. It’s almost grotesque, yet fascinating. Lucy can’t look away.

By the gods, it’s the bean!

He bows his head, panting. Is the change . . . painful? It doesn’t look particularly pleasant . . ..

“ I’m . . .—whew, okay—you’re—are you . . .— “ he lifts his head, those same golden eyes falling onto Lucy once more, “ are you . . . real . . .? ”

What?

Lucy blinks, staring back at the bean.

“ I mean—I’m not . . . hallucinating, am I? ” He lifts a hand, no longer clawed, but still scary enough to make Lucy shrink back. The bean flinches.

“ No, I’m—no, I’m not—I mean . . . I am real . . .. ” When was the last time she had to admit that? This is so incredibly weird. “ Um . . . please, I just want to go home . . .. ” The hunger that made her go out in the first place has long-since been forgotten. Despite her legs feeling like jelly, Lucy stands and, back pressed to the wall, tries to shimmy away.

“ Wait! No! Hold on a sec, hunh? ” The bean raises his hands as if to surrender ( not that the gesture is particularly comforting to Lucy ). He still looks nervous, but he does appear to be calming down. That makes one of them, at least. He glances down at himself, then back at the borrower. “ Uh, look, let me go put some new clothes on, okay? Please don’t leave. If I see you skittering across the floor or the counter again, I, uh—well, I don’t wanna freak out and accidentally hurt you. ”

Lucy nods, first just thinking she’ll appease the bean and make her escape while he’s gone, but then she pauses. He said he didn’t want to freak out and hurt her . . .. This day is so strange!

As she’s mulling over the happenings of the past few minutes, the bean quickly picks his way through the mess of broken glass on the floor and runs back down the hallway, presumably to get new clothes. It occurs to Lucy that he’s been clad only in his boxers this whole time. Oh boy . . .. She feels her cheeks heat up.

He’s back fairly quickly, pushing down his new shirt as he enters, once more fully clothed. Lucy, perhaps against her better judgment, opted to stay. It isn’t like she had many good options to escape the countertop anyway. Still, she stiffens as he approaches. Blond, shaggy hair partially obscures his eyes, but Lucy can still see the gold through it.

He lifts a hand to her, which makes her squeak and look away. “ My name’s Thor. I really am sorry for . . . ” he glances around at the disaster that is the kitchen, “ this. I thought you were a rat and I kinda panicked . . .. Oh—uh, sorry. ” It seems he was after a handshake, but now he’s realized that someone of Lucy’s stature might not be able to return the gesture so easily. Never mind that she’s still pretty damn scared of him. He pulls his hand away, and instead brings it up to rub the back of his neck, bashful.

“ You . . . you turn into that . . .—that thing, and yet you’re afraid of a rat? ” It comes out a little more rudely than she intended. Then again, she was also mistaken for vermin. Thankfully, the bean—Thor—doesn’t seem to be too offended. He smiles, though seeing his teeth, still long and pointy, doesn’t ease Lucy any.

“ Guess I’m not the bravest of werewolves, hunh? ”

Werewolf? He just said werewolf. Lucy gasps, eyes wide. She’s heard of werewolves in children’s stories and fairytales, but there’s no way that—that—

“ Werewolves aren’t real–– ” It comes out before she can stop it. Immediately she claps her hand over her mouth, fearing retribution.

“ I could say the same about tiny . . . people. ” He lowers himself down, crouching before the counter, his arms resting on the surface. He gestures towards Lucy, approximating her height between his thumb and forefinger. “ So, what are you, then? And who are you? And what are you doing in my apartment? ”

While no longer needing to crane her neck is nice, the increased proximity is not. Lucy tightens her jaw, very aware of her size and how she has nowhere to run. Still, though, Thor hasn’t reached for her . . . yet. She’s counting her blessings. Blessed be, she’s met a bean that is patient and relatively respectful of personal space.

“ I’m, uh . . . my name is Lusavren. I’m a borrower. I, uh—I was borrowing. I didn’t think you’d be up this late at night . . .. ”

“ ‘ Borrowing? ’ ” Some habits persist from the dog to the bean: Thor tilts his head to the side. Lucy can picture how the ears would be pricked up, were he still shifted. “ Borrowing what? ”

“ Uh . . . well—I mean, I was looking for food . . .. ” She can’t look at him. She doesn’t want to see his face change from this strange curiosity to anger.

But it doesn’t happen. Thor is actually rather confused.

“ How do you borrow food? That’s not really something borrow-able. ”

Here it comes. Lucy sucks in a breath, waiting for the rage, and whatever horrors it entails.

“ But if you want some food . . . I can give you some. I was up getting myself a midnight snack anyway. ” Thor stands, pushing himself off of the counter. He looks over his shoulder at the mess he’s created and grimaces. “ Looks like I made myself a bit more than a snack, though. I’ll be up for a bit cleaning this, but I can still get you something to eat. ”

“ I’m, um . . . I’m not really . . . hungry anymore . . .. ” Lucy admits, eyes downcast. She just wants to go, wants to vanish into the walls and never be seen again. What a nightmare this has been. “ I need to leave. ”

“ Oh. Uh . . . sure. No, yeah—no problem. I guess this is all kinda freaky, hunh? Not every day you meet a werewolf. Or . . . a borrower. Don’t let me keep you. ” He steps back further, suddenly aware that he might be crowding the borrower.

When she doesn’t move, though, his brows furrow.

“ Um . . .— “

“ Could you move that book? ” Lucy points to the book in question—the cookbook that fell in her way and blocked her exit, forced her to stay on this countertop and endure the gaze of a big, scary werewolf.

“ Oh. Sure. No problem. Here— ” Thor sidesteps and rights the book to it’s original position, thereby exposing the little gap in the wall that Lucy had used to get up here. He tilts his head. “ Hunh. Never noticed that before. Hey, are you sure you don’t want any— ”

Nope. Before he can even finish his question, Lucy darts across the countertop and slips into the crevice. She immediately presses her back to the inner wall, hiding herself from view. Outside she can hear Thor moving, and peeks to see him leaned down, eyeing her escape route. He hums.

“ O-kay then. Uh . . . get home safe, alright? And, uh, I won’t make a big mess next time I see you, ‘kay? ”

Oh, Lucy does not intend to be seen again. No way. She pushes off of the wall and runs, wanting to get back to the little space she calls home. After all of this, she needs to sleep, and needs to figure out her next move. Being seen means she needs to leave and find another place to live. She doesn’t have much to begin with, since she’d just moved in here . . ..

But Thor hadn’t grabbed her or intentionally trapped her. He’d had ample opportunity to capture her ( or worse ) if he’d wanted to . . ..

Lucy shakes her head. What is she thinking? None of that matters. Of course she still needs to move. It’s too dangerous to stay.

But . . . she can start moving tomorrow. Right now, all this borrower needs is to sleep.

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