#now send asks about this au thats a threat /j

[cyncerity]

I FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING AGAIN LETS GOOOO

I haven’t written anything without an ask to prompt it since my literal first ever written fanfic on this blog, which was the moth!tommy au

Anyways, here’s the (technically) first actually written thing for the Dad’s Troubles AU!! I’m really excited about this one (you can tell cause it’s over 5k words long), it’s a scenario I’ve had in my head for a while, and I think you’ll all really like it!!

Tw: vore, that’s about it

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It had been a few days since Quackity had introduced Sapnap and Karl to Tubbo, his adoptive borrower son. And Sapnap could fairly say he felt…meh about the kid. He was a borrower, first of all, which didn’t put him high on Sapnap’s “people I like” list in the first place, and secondly, his dare he say primary dad was Schlatt, and who knows what that guy taught him. As much as Sapnap had always tried to be positive about Schlatt, the truth was he just didn’t like the guy, and Schlatt clearly didn’t like him either. They both just stayed out of each other’s way and it worked fine. He doesn’t know what Quackity ever saw in him anyways.

So, yeah, Tubbo didn’t seem like someone he’d be wanting to see more often, and Quackity and Tubbo both seemed fine with that. Tubbo explained everything very simply for Sapnap and Karl during their one and only interaction over a discord facetime call (since there was no other way for him and Karl to talk face to face in person): he lives at Schlatt’s place but comes over to their apartment often, they don’t have to be involved with his life since he thinks two dads is enough- but they can be if they want to be, respect Quackity’s decision to raise him with his ex, his kind are primarily called “borrowers” and not just “tinies” cause some borrowers find using their human given name to be dehumanizing (though Tubbo clarified he was fine with it), and don’t mess with the two other borrowers (apparently named Tommy and Ranboo) that live in their apartment and they won’t mess with you.

So Sapnap just went back to living his normal life, now feeling a bit better knowing what Quackity was doing over at Schlatt’s so late at night. Not that he thought he’d cheat, and of course not with Schlatt, but it was nice to know he was trusted with something, or someone, so obviously important to his fiancé. That’s why he didn’t just consider the kid just a straight up nuisance: he was Quackity’s son. And as much as he didn’t want to admit it directly to his fiancé (god knows Q would make fun of him forever), he would do whatever it took to make Quackity happy. And if that meant making room in his life for a very small teenager, than so be it.

…Which he guessed might be why he’s in the situation he’s in right now. He’d do whatever it took to make his fiancé’s happy, which also meant that he wouldn’t stop them from going out to do whatever with people he didn’t like. So Schlatt, Quackity, and Karl were out doing who knows what with a group of Schlatt’s friends, who Sapnap wasn’t too keen on meeting. He didn’t trust Schlatt’s taste in friends with the exceptions of Karl and Quackity. And they were the only exceptions. So he sat on a random chair in their living room, scrolling through his phone to pass the time when a severe weather warning showed up. He swiped the notification before going to check his window and, sure enough, the sky was starting to turn darker. He just shrugged and sat back down, hoping that whatever his fiancé’s and their friends were out doing wasn’t outdoor.

Two hours later, after the weather alert had been proven right and a storm that could classify as a hurricane to some people raged outside, there was a rapid metal banging coming from somewhere high, startling Sapnap almost bad enough to make him drop his phone. He whipped his head around before hearing his name be shouted at him from near the ceiling. He looked up to see Tubbo, (at least he assumed, since he’d only ever seen him once on the discord call and never in person, but the boy on the call and the much smaller boy in front of him looked too identical to be different people), wearing a loose tank top and shorts, pjs probably, banging on the vent. Sapnap just walked closer to the vent. “What’s wrong, what’s going on?”

“Is Mama Q there??” Tubbo shouted back, sounding reasonably distressed and near the brink of tears. After his brain registered that Mama Q probably meant Quackity, he started to get a bit worried. Was something wrong with Quackity? Did Tubbo know something he didn’t? “No, he’s not home right now. Did something happen?” “No I- I just needed him for something. Dad’s not home, either.” The borrower sniffled. As Sapnap came closer, he started to see that there was something very wrong with Tubbo. He was nothing like the loud energetic charismatic kid he’d seen on the other side of the screen a few days ago. He was withdrawn, hunched over, and his face was red, either from already crying or being very ready to cry. And he may not know borrower body language, but usually ears pressed down and tail wrapped around a leg meant something was wrong. “Tubbo, are you ok?” “I-“

Suddenly thunder boomed from outside, almost shaking the apartment as lightning flashed with it. Sapnap only managed to turn to his window for a second before a scream echoed from the vent. He quickly spun back around to see Tubbo knelt down and quaking, head showed between his knees and hands over his ears. “Tubbo?! What’s wrong?” “It- It’s loud. Way too loud, I-“ he whimpered through tears. “I don’t like it.” Sapnap felt his heart practically crack. “…you’re scared of the storm, aren’t you?” Tubbo nodded. “Us borrowers have especially good hearing, my sub-species especially. Which is usually a good thing, but storms can get…they can get pretty rough if you don’t have a good way to block out the sound.” He sniffled. Sapnap debated his options; tell the kid to go home or help him. And as much as he wouldn’t admit to feeling bad for him and sympathizing with what he was saying, he wasn’t totally heartless. “You want to come with me to find somewhere quiet to spend the storm?” Sapnap asked, holding out his hand. Tubbo frantically nodded and climbed on the hand with no hesitation. Sapnap brought the hand up to his chest, cupping it around the borrower to try and block out the sound of the rain smacking the windows at least a bit. It wouldn’t do much if the lightning and thunder started up again, but it would work for now. He would’ve liked to take the kid to a room without a window, but unfortunately his apartment didn’t have that. The best they had was their closet or bathroom. Actually, neither did Schlatt’s, come to think of it. Their apartments had the same layout. So what did Tubbo usually do when there were storms?

“Tubbo?” Sapnap said, slightly jostling his hand to get the kid’s attention, “where do you usually go to block out the noise? I can help you get somewhere quieter, but I need to know where that is.” He said in the most gentle tone he could manage. Tubbo remained silent. A few minutes passed. He jostled his hand again. “Tubbo?”

“I- I heard you the first time, sorry. It’s just…I do usually have a place to go, but I don’t know if…if you’d be up for that, boss man.” Sapnap raised an eyebrow, unsure what to say next. What the fuck did that mean? Was he supposed to drive somewhere? Tough luck if that was the case, Karl had taken their car. Tubbo just continued to stare down, seemingly too embarrassed to continue, so Sapnap took the initiative to continue the conversation. “I’m up for pretty much anything, dude, you just have to let me know what you want.” Tubbo sighed again before he eventually mumbled, barely audible, “lower your hand.” Sapnap moved the borrower away from his chest, leaning down to set the kid on the floor, when Tubbo looked back up at him. “Not that low, dumbass, I meant, like, a few inches.”

Sapnap, still very confused, raised his hand back up a bit, holding Tubbo in front of his torso. The borrower just looked back down and sighed before leaning forward and bonking his head right below Sapnap’s rib cage. “In.”

It took Sapnap a few seconds to actually process what that meant, and even when he thought he understood, he felt to stunned to know exactly what to do. “…In? You mean, like…” Sapnap gestured to his mouth and trailed his finger down to point at where Tubbo was still leaned against him. “Like in…there?” Tubbo nodded without lifting his head from Sapnap. “I- That didn’t end so well last time.” The thoughts of the day he spent curled up on the couch in pain with Karl hesitantly trying to comfort him as the little blonde kid tried to rip him open or something (that’s what it felt like at least) was still fresh in his mind. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” “It didn’t end well last time because Tommy thought he was gonna die. I know better. Besides, you managed to swallow a borrower with claws. I couldn’t hurt you from in there even if I wanted to. It’ll be better, I promise.” “Tubbo, I-“ “Please,” he said, straining his neck to fully look up at Sapnap, an unshed round of tears making his eyes shine in the dim light of the apartment. “I know you’re last time doing this wasn’t…great. I know this is probably uncomfortable for you. It was uncomfortable for Q his first time. But…I really don’t have another option.” he let out a wet laugh. “I don’t think my ears can even take that much more damage, anyway.” He turned and pulled his hair away from his ear enough for Sapnap to see the scars.

The human gasped. He knew the scars on Tubbo’s face were serious. He had been told that Tubbo had an “incident” with humans as a kid, but was told to never bring it up. He had subconsciously noticed the scarred and even torn parts of his ear. But he’d never fully processed the damage. He sighed, hating how much Tubbo’s look of shame and sorrow reflected Quackity’s own mannerisms. And he didn’t have much time to internally debate before he heard the low sound of thunder, making Tubbo’s eyes grow wide as he started to shiver again, signaling that another round of louder thunder and lightning was coming.

“Alright, but just this once, and you owe me.” Tubbo’s eyes lit up in a way that Sapnap refused to admit he found endearing as he lifted the borrower higher.

He hesitantly opened his mouth as he felt Tubbo eagerly climb in, being able to feel the boy shake involuntarily on his tongue, feeling his shaky breaths as he tried to slow his free fall of tears. Sapnap slowly began to lick him, still unsure of the whole thing, when Tubbo’s taste finally hit his senses. He had to pin the small child to the room of his mouth as he swallowed the spit that collected around his tongue, actually fearing that he may accidentally drown the kid. But god, if Tubbo wasn’t one of the best things he’d ever tasted. He didn’t know if it was all borrowers or just Tubbo (it certainly wasn’t Tommy), but there was a certain rich honey-like sweetness he’d never tasted before mixed with a minty, earthy flavor. He actually felt kind of bad for liking how the kid tasted that much, before hearing a small, almost inaudible laugh from inside his mouth, followed by a sentence Sapnap could tell was being said through poorly hidden tears. “You gonna swallow or are you just gonna sit there and drool over me all night?” The human huffed. Even while terrified, and in someone’s mouth for fuck’s sake, this kid still took the time to make fun of him. It shouldn’t have been that surprising: he was Schlatt’s kid after all. Not that Quackity wouldn’t do the exact same thing. So Sapnap just nodded enough to jostle around and mess with Tubbo without hurting him and leaned his head back, sending him to the back of his mouth as he took the first swallow.

Sapnap couldn’t help but hum as he felt Tubbo slide down into his throat, placing a few fingers firmly over the newly created quivering lump in his neck as the salty taste left behind by the tears mixed with the natural flavor of the borrower, practically making him drool all over again. He swallowed again, tracing where he could feel the kid’s descent through his core with one of his hands until that hand finally wound up laying over his midsection.

He waited a few seconds more only for Tubbo to stop traveling down right above the stomach, and Sapnap could barely tell that as still as Tubbo tried to be, he was still scared and shaking, causing him to get stuck right at the end of his esophagus. He swallowed hard one more time and felt Tubbo be pushed through the final ring of muscle, landing in his stomach with a dull thud, and immediately Sapnap could feel Tubbo’s trembling much clearer. He placed and hand over his stomach and gently pressed down, making the organ let out a low growl and causing a slight burp to exit his mouth, bringing Tubbo’s mouthwatering flavor back up with it as he moved his free hand to cover his mouth. As much as he hated to admit it, Tubbo was right. This was a much better experience when it was completely willing and no one thought they were going to die.

Maybe Quackity wasn’t so crazy to eat this kid so often…

Wait

Quackity would be home soon

Shit

Sapnap jolted from where he was standing when he heard another lightning bolt crack, the tension from his revelation combined with the noise being enough to make him jump. He pressed a hand against his stomach, feeling Tubbo press back. He didn’t seem to be crying any harder than when he had been swallowed, and the shaking hadn’t gotten any worse, so he’d take that as a sign that he was doing a good enough job soundproofing the storm, and that if it was even audible to Tubbo from in there, it wasn’t loud enough to scare him. Which left him with just one other problem…

Quackity. Quackity and Karl and Schlatt were gonna be home soon. Shit. Fuck. What was he supposed to tell them?? ‘Yeah, sorry, Tubbo didn’t like the storm so I fucking ate him.’ was a bullshit excuse.

Quackity would never trust him ever again. Quackity would break up with him. Quackity would hate him-

The door swung open frantically. Sapnap’s head snapped to the entrance to see his two fiancés’ hanging up damp raincoats in the coat closet, Karl looking somewhat uncomfortable and Quackity looking absolutely panicked. He looked up from the coat rack and all but ran over to Sapnap, leaving Karl to stand awkwardly in the entryway. “Have you seem Tubbo? Did he come over here? Schlatt and I were looking in his apartment, but we didn’t get a response and he hates rainstorms like this so we rushed home to make sure he was ok and he’s not there so we thought maybe he was with Ranboo and Tommy but they’re not responding either-“

Sapnap at some point in the rant stopped listening and started to focus more on the fucking moving from in his gut. He felt Tubbo moving forwards more. How did he know where forwards was? Could he hear Quackity? Was he trying to listen to him? Then all of a sudden: “Is that mom?” Sapnap jolted, barely restraining himself from whipping his head around the room out of pure instinct of trying to find the source of a voice that didn’t immediately come from someone near him. It came from somewhere a bit closer. He knew exactly where the voice was coming from. He knew exactly who’s voice it was. But how. In the ever loving fuck. Could he hear Tubbo? He couldn’t hear Tommy! Well, he technically could hear Tommy. But Tommy was screaming his head off for the first ten minutes he was in there. And probably the rest of the night, but Sapnap fell asleep, so he didn’t really know. But Tubbo was speaking at a normal volume, if not quieter than normal! What kind of fucking magic-

“Sapnap!!” He was suddenly snapped out of his internal monologue by Quackity grabbing his arms and shaking him. “Are you even listening to me! Tubbo could be somewhere having fucking panic attack and we don’t know where he is. I know you don’t like him, you don’t have to like him, but please,” Quackity looked up at Sapnap as he grabbed his hands. “Just do this for me. I care about him and I need your help right now.” “Q, I-“

And then something pushed at the front of his stomach, cutting him off. From what he felt, Sapnap almost assumed Tubbo was doing his best to press his full body weight into the front of his belly. Not that Tubbo weighed much, but when there’s a sudden pressure somewhere where there shouldn’t even be movement, it can be a bit off putting.

Sapnap looked down and ripped his hands away from Quackity’s out of pure instinct and pushed them back against where he could feel the small figure in a feeble attempt to push Tubbo back towards the center of the organ, back to where it felt at least a little bit more normal (as normal as it could feel, he supposes), away from where he would blow whatever little cover Sapnap had, before he processed that he had probably just done that himself. He jerked his head back up to see a stunned look on Quackity’s face and pure terror on Karl’s. “Did you…?” Quackity started and oh god, he was really having this talk now, wasn’t he? “Hold on, I can explain, this isn’t what it looks like.” “Really? Because it looks like you’ve maybe got something, or rather someone, in there.” Quackity said as he pushed a finger against the outside of Sapnap’s stomach, which made Tubbo press himself back against the added pressure, which, judging by the look on Quackity’s face, he seemed to notice. Shit. “I-“ “I have to go.” Karl interrupted, face now a ghastly pale and breathing coming in short bursts. “I- I’ll be at Schlatt’s place. I ca- I can’t do this.” He said before quickly turning out the door and slamming it behind him.

“Good job, you managed to scare away our fiancé.” Quackity joked. Sapnap didn’t process it before he turned to Quackity again. “I’m so sorry, I swear, I didn’t plan this, he- I dont- you weren’t-“ Quackity put a finger to Sapnap’s lips with a familiar look in his eye. A look Sapnap knew meant ‘if you say one more word I will slap you across the face.’ He obliged. Quackity lowered his finger from Sapnap’s lips and gave him a small smile before slipping a hand under his shirt (which definitely didn’t make Sapnap flustered at all) and pressing gently against the outside of his belly. He saw the smile grow brighter as Q’s eyes trailed down to his torso and Tubbo went forwards again to lean against the pressure from Quackity’s hand. “Tubbo?” Sapnap felt two pats to the front of his gut, specifically to where Quackity’s palm was lined up. “Am I right in assuming this was your idea?” Another two pats, this time accompanied by soft giggling from the boy that only Sapnap could hear. “You know you can’t just bug Sapnap everytime you need something and me and your dad aren’t around, right?” One pat, followed by a mumbled “what else are step dads for?” which almost made Sapnap laugh out loud, had he not been too caught up in whatever somewhat one sided conversation had been occurring. Quackity sighed and rolled his eyes before becoming serious again. “Seriously though, kiddo, I’m sorry we weren’t here. I know how rough this shit gets for you, you shouldn’t have had to default to a man you’ve never even met.” Another two pats, followed by a rubbing this time. “Hey, Sapnap?” Tubbo questioned. “Could you tell him it’s ok, and that I’m good now? Like, no longer on the verge of a panic attack?” Sapnap nodded, despite knowing that Tubbo couldn’t see it, and gently took Quackity’s hand off of his midsection and intertwined their fingers. “Tubbo says that it’s ok. He’s not gonna have a panic attack or anything anymore.” Quackity laughed a bit, before glancing up to make eye contact with Sapnap. “Thats good. Just, I don’t know, I’m sorry if Tubbo forced you into this or something. He tends to do that without realizing sometimes. Just because it’s what we normally do doesn’t mean everyone is comfortable with it, and I know your last experience doing this sucked, so-“ “Quackity.” Sapnap interrupted “He didn’t force me to do anything. He came to me panicking and I didn’t want to see him like that. And, honestly? It’s, uh…” Sapnap looked away, “it’s honestly pretty ok when no one’s in any pain.” Quackity laughed at his fiancés embarrassment as Tubbo mumbled a faint “told you so” that probably wasn’t supposed to reach Sapnap’s ears. He was about to argue and defend himself when Quackity pulled him closer and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, mi amor, I really do appreciate it.” “Anything for you, mi..uh…mi hermosa.” Sapnap responded, chucking slightly as Quackity burst out into laughter. “Yeah, ok, I’ll pretend that was a little bit close to right, just this once.”

Sapnap pulled Quackity closer, readying to kiss him as he felt a sudden kick at his stomach walls, making him stumble and grab his gut, staring down at it and shouting. “Ow! What the fuck did you do that for?!” “No gross sappy couple shit while I’m in here! Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on out there!” Tubbo shouted back. “Well then wh-“ Quackity slapped a hand over Sapnap’s mouth. “Don’t let him get to you, he’s trying to be irritating, that’s just how he is.” Sapnap huffed in annoyance, but dropped the subject. “Alright, in that case, I’m just gonna get you something warm. No offense but you’re still damp and your hand was fucking freezing.” “Works for me.” Quackity said, settling himself down on one of the smaller couches in the living room and getting his phone out as Sapnap went to the adjoined kitchen and started to boil water for tea.

“Hey.” Tubbo said, poking the wall nearest to him. “What.” Sapnap responded, poking back. “You break his heart and I’ll break your neck. Just making sure you know that.” “Right, I’ll take that threat extremely seriously, seeing how it’s coming from someone so much bigger and stronger than me and definitely not someone small enough to, oh I don’t know, hypothetically be swallowed down and fit in my internal organs.” “You laugh now, but we borrowers are more capable than you think.” “Right, I’ll keep that in mind the next time I find your black and white haired friend stuck on top of the fridge with no clue how he got up there or how to get down.” “Ranboo’s a special case, he’s got amnesia and he’s a dumbass, it’s a pretty bad combination.” Sapnap scoffed. “Ok, what’s your excuse for the blonde one?” “Oh Tommy’s just a dumbass. But this is all hypothetical, of course.” Sapnap laughed out loud as he poured the boiling water into a mug and added a teabag. “Of course. But seriously, you don’t have anything to worry about. I won’t break his heart, you have my word.” “Swear?” “Swear.”

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Sapnap looked back at the mug to see that the tea was done, and grabbed a blanket on his walk back to the living room. He found Quackity lounging in and chair and handed him the cup, which he took gratefully. Sapnap sat next to him and pulled the blanket around both of their shoulders as he put some mindless reality show on tv. Quackity leaned his head on Sapnap’s shoulder. “You can let him out now. The rain has mostly let up, he doesn’t need to stay in there all night.” Sapnap looked out at the window and, true to Quackity’s word, the storm has simmered down to a light rhythmic patter on the windows. He looked down at his boyfriend and hummed. “Nah, I’m ok as long as he is.” He leaned his head down farther to Quackity’s ear and whispered. “Besides, for all he knows, there’s still a raging storm outside.”

“I can hear you, dickhead. I’m like a foot away from your vocal chords, I don’t care how quiet you are, I’m still gonna be able to hear you.” Sapnap laughed softly and laid a hand on his stomach. “Aw, damn it, guess my cover is blown. But honestly, I can let you out if you want me to.” “…You can just admit you like this, y’know. I’ve heard it feels nice from your end. It’s not that weird. If anything, Karl is weird, he’s now the only one in the polycule who doesn’t do this. But, no, I’m good. It’s actually much more comfy in here than you would think.” The borrower responded as Sapnap felt him shift farther down and press closer to the walls of his belly in what Sapnap assumed was an attempt to get more comfortable. Sapnap patted his stomach in reply before turning his attention back to Quackity. “He’s staying right where he is for the night.”

“Well, in that case…” Quackity started as he laid his hand over Sapnap’s, cheeks turning a light pink. “This helps him get to sleep a bit faster. Plus, it feels pretty nice.” He grasped Sapnap’s hand and gently pressed it down against his stomach, gently rubbing circles above where Tubbo lay. Sapnap flushed at what Quackity was doing before he felt a light rubbing back, likely Tubbo returning the gesture. And holy shit. That…that felt good. Really good.

Quackity lifted his hand off of Sapnap’s as Sapnap continued the circular motion that Quackity demonstrated. Sapnap meanwhile let himself lean back farther on the couch. The internal massage made any tension in his body release as his muscles involuntarily relaxed. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, taking in the feeling as he felt Quackity snuggle closer to him. They stayed like that for a while, just content to be in each other’s company as Sapnap continued to rub his stomach, even after he had already felt Tubbo’s breathing even out and knew he had fallen asleep.

“Seems like you two are getting along.” Quackity said, leaning his head against Sapnap’s chest. “If getting along means death threats and sarcasm, then yeah, we’re getting along.” Sapnap responded sarcastically. Quackity laughed softly as he continued. “I shot Schlatt a text that we found Tubbo and he’s ok. Also, he said Karl’s staying the night at his place because of obvious reasons.” Sapnap just looked down awkwardly. “Yeah, I get it. But we do eventually have to get him past his weird thing against small creatures, or people in this case.” “Does that mean you’re over your thing against small people?” Quackity asked. Sapnap looked back up a bit at him. His eyes didn’t hold any form of malice or threat to try to persuade Sapnap’s answer, didn’t have the spark he’d seen whenever Q bargained for something or argued with someone. And Sapnap knew he could: Quackity was the most persuasive person he’d ever met in his life. But no. He didn’t try to signal how much Sapnap knew he wanted his answer to be yes. He seemed completely genuine. Like he wouldn’t be mad or judge Sapnap whether he said yes or no.

���I…I’m not sure. I’m not gonna lie to you and say that I’m all of a sudden willing to just stand by and let a whole colony of tinies- er, borrowers into my walls and be ok with that. But, that being said, I think I can make an exception for Tubbo. He’s…he’s a good kid. Just don’t tell him I said that, he picked up Schlatt’s ego and I don’t wanna fuel it. I’m just…sorry you felt the need to hide him for so long.“ “It’s alright.” Quackity responded, eyelids drooping as he spoke. “I should have trusted you more. Just, I didn’t know if you would even want me if you knew I had a kid, and knowing that he’s mine and Schlatt’s, and both of your things with borrowers, it just…it just didn’t add up well.” Sapnap just nodded as he leaned down to kiss Quackity’s forehead. “I get it. But it’s ok now, alright? We know everything now, we still love you, and Tubbo’s safe. It’s all ok, mi novio.” Quackity chuckled slightly, leading to a yawn as he closed his eyes. “Hey, that was actually right for once.” Sapnap smiled back, sliding a hand behind Quackity’s back and under his arm, grabbing the blanket in the process and pulling him in tighter. “I know, I’ve been practicing. Now get to sleep.” Quackity just responded in a sleepy nod. It didn’t take very long after that for him to fall asleep aswell, one of his arms draped around Sapnap’s shoulders and his other arms free hand subconsciously laid over Sapnap’s stomach.

He smiled at the minute gesture, a clear way to be closer to his son, and he swore he could feel Tubbo shift a bit in his sleep, moving closer towards Quackity’s palm, almost as if he could tell it was there. Maybe he could, Sapnap couldn’t know. His smile grew wider. He’d never gotten to see the softer side to Quackity; he always seemed ready to fight. Even when it was just the three of them, he always seemed so defensive, so scared to show weakness. He could never be sure what caused that, but he was just glad that Quackity felt not only comfortable enough to be soft in front of him, to drop his defenses, but to let Sapnap in on his son’s life.

His son. Someone that Sapnap could undoubtedly say that Quackity cared about more than anything. His son, who somehow taught Quackity to loosen his shoulders and relax sometimes, because not everything needed to be an argument. His son, who trusted Sapnap enough to place his entire life in not only his hands, but literally inside him, where he had no control and was at the full mercy of whatever Sapnap decided to do to him in there. And Quackity, who trusted Sapnap enough to let him hold and protect this life so precious to him. He smiled as he closed his eyes, letting himself relax and letting his heartbeat slow to not only match the rhythm of Quackity’s, but Tubbo’s, too.

He was glad to have someone like Quackity as his fiancé. He was glad Quackity told him about Tubbo. He was glad to be a part of this family, and he would do his best to prove that the trust provided to him by Quackity and Tubbo wasn’t for naught. He swore to himself then and there that he would be the best step dad anyone could ever ask for, and that was his last thought before drifting off into a warm dreamless sleep.

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You: Bruce was surprised by the text, glancing down at himself just to be sure he hadn't lost his mind and gone green some how. Nope, still the same nerdy pale he usually was. Which... was actually a bit more concerning than if he wasn't. What could Code Green mean if it wasn't the big guy? He typed away on his phone quickly, already moving for the door. What's going on, J? What's Code Green? B

You: [[I know right?! I had a Dragon Age AU that I just HAD to have and got the same reaction. -.- ppl are just pricks.]]

Stranger: There's a crash from downstairs, and a shout followed by what could only be described as a roar - and Tony dodged behind a car as a long vine reached out to try and grab him, tearing into the hood of the Beemer he hid behind. "Goddamnit--You piece of shit! Calm down!" Why had he thought this was a good idea? He couldn't even teach the thing to talk. I am uncertain as to how privy to Tony's recent bioengineering attempts you are, Doctor Banner. J But Code Green was the only protocol I had that I could offer out to keep others away from floor six. J He has not written a protocol for a large plant. J

You: Bruce gave a snort of laughter. Large plant? How dangerous could that be? It was the wrong question to ask. Tony was always so self destructive the thing could have released some sort of poisonous gas or its possible it was eroding the foundations of the building with accelerated growth; the possibilities were endless. The thought had Bruce's amusement fading instantly. Where is Tony now? B

Stranger: In the lab with it, sir. J Tony jumped back as two large vines from the plant snagged the car that he was behind, flinging the car into the wall nearby before it was starting to slink forward, snarling and snapping the opening of its pitcher portion open, revealing large teeth. "Oh, fuck," he breathed, eyes widening. It was learning movement before it could talk. /Great./ "J, give me the suit, give me the suit /now/--" Before it could unite with him, though, he was grabbed by another vine by the leg and slammed to the ground, a smaller flower with sharp teeth budding on the vine and biting into his leg as he howled with pain.

You: "You could have led with that." Bruce grumbled under his breath, shoving the phone in his pocket and breaking into a run, heading for the lab. Surely, JARVIS would have asked for assistance if Tony needed it... Then again, Tony probably programmed him to make sure everyone else was safe first. The stupid Playboy was self sacrificing like that even if Bruce was the only one to think so. Regardless, he wasn't going to allow his friend to deal with whatever it was alone. How bad could one plant be? A bit of trimming and they'd be done, right? He took the stairs two by two, bolting through the door labeled 'level 6' and heading for the lab.

Stranger: JARVIS warned that Bruce was coming - and Tony shouted "No! Goddamnit, fucking--lock him out!" before the plant lunged forward, wrapping a vine tightly around his torso and squeezing as another flower budded, snapping into his side and blood blossoming into his clothes. "Ow! Shit--" He groaned in pain, twisting and fighting against the vines as the giant pitcher plant started to pull him in, teeth gnashing and pitcher opening wide.

You: Bruce slammed into the metal and plexiglass door as he came to a stop and took in the sight before him. Tony wrapped up in moving vines that were obviously constricting around him squeezing him. The living plant seeming to take small bites out of him. It was straight out of those Hentai videos Barton put on his computer as a joke, only with more clothes. It had taken Bruce weeks to get the virus off his laptop. Regardless, it was obviously not going well. He gave a small curse as he punched in the code to open the door and he was informed that an override would be needed. He spat out another four letter noun before punching in his override code and gave a frustrated growl as he was locked out once more, anger growing. "I swear to god, JARVIS if you don't let me in right now I'll wipe this whole system and you with it!" He threated, already working on getting the panel off to do just that. He focused on his breathing, doing his best to calm himself, knowing that the green had already invaded his unusually brown eyes.

Stranger: Gasping for air, Tony writhed as he was pulled into the air, the plant letting out an inhuman growl - and as he was brought into the pitcher he was able to kick out, collapsing part of it and causing the plant to throw him sharply to the ground. He bounced, blood splattering where he hit, and he gasped for breath he just couldn't catch as the plant skittered forward, vines wrapping around his legs and pulling, making him howl in pain, before he was thrown into the air and against the wall nearby. All JARVIS did, as opposed to arguing with him, was quietly unlock the door and slide it open - and when the plant heard the movement, it froze with Tony dangling in the air again, snarling and almost seeming to watch the door.

You: Bruce gave a sigh of relief as the door slid open and he straightened, moving cautiously forward. Taking stock of what he knew about the thing. It was carnivorous; most carnivorous plants preferred thin soil, with almost no nutrients, specifically nitrogen. They tend to like sunlight and a lot of water. Something tickled the back of his mind... something about ammonium and pH levels. "Tony. Are you alright?!" Bruce called, gaze on the plant as his mind continued it's calculations. Typical plants would die when given too much water... but he knew that wasn't the case with most carnivorous species... So what? What could he do? Too much nitrogen wouldn't do it... The ammonium popped into his head once more but he still couldn't place why it was important and he cursed his scattered mind. He was too concerned for his friend to really focus.

You: [[Gotta love Wikipedia]]

Stranger: [[Right?? I love carnivorous plants anyway. I had a venus flytrap for a long time that I named Ferdinand. He died after being shocked when he was repotted, lmao]]

You: [[OMG thats so cute! Also RIP Ferdinand.]]

Stranger: Tony, panting for air, shook his head quickly and closed his eyes tightly. "No," he croaked, blood dripping towards the ground. "Bruce, you've gotta get out of here. Why the fuck did I think making an Audrey 2 was a good idea?" he managed, hissing in pain as the teeth ground into his thigh where the plant had bitten him, blood staining the flower's teeth and petals. "It's gonna eat you, dude. It's been trying to eat me for almost an hour, now." [[RIP Ferdinand T-T I want a pitcher plant next, though. I'm told they're easier to take care of, so.]

You: [[I was given an Aloe plant last year... I killed it within the first two months ^^;... I was given another one as a grad gift a like six months ago... I've replotted it since then and it's still alive and well... It truly is a miracle... I am not good with plants.]]

Stranger: [[I'm not either, so I feel you. xD That's awesome though! I love aloe plants, too.]]

You: "You should have asked for help." Bruce snapped before bolting for the chemical cabinet and yanking the door open, praying he got to the ammonia before the plant got a hold of him... or Tony for that matter. "Just hold on! Keep it distracted!" He called, shoving the large bottles aside hastily, back to them both. [[I do too... They're also suppose to be difficult to kill... but... idk about that.]]

Stranger: Tony wriggled again and gasped as he saw a vine go straight for Bruce - and he yelped, a third flower biting into him again as he tried to warn Bruce that the plant was going to grab him. Before he could say anything, though, the vine wrapped around Bruce's torso to lift him into the air and pull him away from the chemical cabinet, the vines on Tony pulling him back in towards the pitcher once more.

You: Bruce grunted as he was yanked away from the cabinet, hand still clutching the bottle he had managed to find. One of those same flowers dug into his arm and he grunted an pale green infecting his skin briefly at the sudden danger. He managed to fight it down as he kicked at the vines desperately. He had never been that athletic and the struggling was quickly wearing him out. The adrenaline that pulsed through him made it difficult to think however but he finally dug the pen from his shirt pocket and stabbed the thing repeatedly, trying to force it to let go.

Stranger: The vine recoiled momentarily before it tightened around Bruce, pitcher opening again and more of the flowers attacking him on the same vine - but Bruce wasn't the one, yet, that was being pulled in. The plant threw Bruce against the wall, slamming him into it and pulling him back into the air again to try and get him to stop stabbing the vine. Tony, meanwhile, was gasping sharply for air as the vine tightened, his legs being forced into the pitcher as he hissed weakly in pain, trying to kick at the inside of the pitcher where all of the teeth were. He was quickly losing air, however, and he slumped forward, quickly fading into unconsciousness as the teeth started to close around his body.

You: The hit against the wall would have broken a few bones if Bruce had been anyone else but the green guy wouldn't allow him to get hurt. His vision faded for a moment at impact, the pain coursing through him. Somehow he managed to keep his hold on himself as he forced his eyes open, pain pulsing through his head. The image of Tony, slumped unconscious as he was being dragged closer was finally what broke him. His body went slack, Bruce surrendering to the anger and pain that was a constant in his life. A moment later and he was crying out, his body feeling as if it was breaking and rearranging it's self as he was pushed aside to watch with the eerie since of presence of body with lack of control. He grew larger and larger, head hitting the ceiling as an inhuman scream echoed in the room and he watched as the Hulk burst forward, ripping away the vines that had held him without a single thought.

Stranger: The plant recoiled when the vines were ripped away, breaking from the main pitcher and writhing for a moment as they hit the ground before they grew still. It snarled, then, teeth gnashing and grinding into Tony's body, and that seemed to wake him up again before he was grunting in pain, pushing at the teeth and trying to get the pitcher back open again. Coughing heavily, he could feel the digestive juices of the plant making the bites he'd already recieved burn as he grit his teeth, trying to pull himself out of the pitcher once more.

You: It only took a moment for the Hulk to reach him. His large hand gripping the plant and practically ripping it in half, spilling the juices to the floor. He tossed the chunks of plant aside as he reached down to pick up Tony. His fingers curled around the small man's body as he pulled him up, his free hand yanking away the vines that had curled around him before tossing Tony aside as well, as if unconcerned by him. His attention was wholly on the creature before him as he began to rip and tear and pound and pulverize the entire floor shaking as he turned the beast into a green gooey pulp.

Stranger: The plant tried valiantly to fight back, screeching and trying to attack the Hulk even as it was being ripped apart - and Tony hit the ground hard, gasping weakly for air as he curled in on himself, feeling his ribs ache with every gasp. He bled and his body hurt, but he was still alive - and he had to push himself back, away from the pulp that leaked over the ground as he closed his eyes tightly.

You: Bruce sat at the back of the Hulk's mind, allowing him to have his fun. Besides, the beast was difficult to control when he was so focused on destroying something... Not that Bruce had much control anyways but he had managed to sway the monster here and there over the years. It wasn't until the plant was unidentifiable that Bruce pushed at the beast's mind. Tony. Tony. Tony. Tony. He chanted, banging on the sturdy walls that was the green consciousness. The Hulk gave a huff of frustration but finally turned to glance at the 'puny iron suit man'. The image of Tony curled in on himself bleeding and cough panicked Bruce. His alarm apparently started the Hulk as he jumped toward him. The giant peered down at the Playboy curiously. Bruce felt the Beast's mind consider squashing him, making Bruce scream at him angrily.

Stranger: When he heard the Hulk over him, he grunted and opened his eyes slowly, looking up at the Hulk before he offered a faint, wavering smile. Everything hurt and he could feel bruises blossoming where he hit the wall - but at least he was alive, and the smile communicated that. "Thanks, big guy," he managed, hoarse as he finally sat up slowly, fingers shaking and body bloody as he looked up at him. "I don't think I was gonna get rid of that otherwise.."

You: 'You think?!' Bruce yelled in annoyance making Hulk grunted as it sank down into a seated position, slamming his fist into the floor. 'What the hell were you thinking?!' Bruce demanded, knowing Tony couldn't hear him as he pounded on the confines of his prison. "You stupid, ignorant-" He continued, causing the Hulk to slam his fists down with each insult.

Stranger: [[Fuck, I'm so sorry, I gotta go to work! Thanks for this. :) If you see me with this prompt again - because I guarantee i'm the only person with it - flag me down and we can continue!]]

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