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A Tall and Small Collection | S2.32 | From Fun to Fright

Ashlynn woke the next morning to the sigh of Sorn, her four-and-a-half-inch tall boyfriend, sleeping soundly beside her. The indent he made on the pillow was nearly imperceptible, but the impact he made on her heart was larger than life itself.

The boys had a sleep over with Hero and were out in the living room. There was no sound, even as the clock flipped over to eleven o’clock, meaning the boys were probably still sleeping.

Mayzie, on the other hand, was staring up at the ceiling chewing on her fingers happily. The Borrower toddler had a sixth sense for when Ashlynn was awake and, naturally, she tended to the child.

She tidied her up quickly and pulled off a miniscule piece of a granola bar she had in her purse, though the toddler merely sucked on her small fragment.

It wasn’t until Soren stirred that Ashlynn dared approach and kiss him tenderly on his chest. The warmth of his smile as he opened his eyes spread through her whole body.

“Morning,” he muttered sleepily as he rubbed his eyes with his knuckles.

“Well, looks like you slept well,” Ashlynn teased, daring to tussle Soren’s bedhead. He rolled his eyes and took the taunt with a wink.

“If it looks half as good as yours, then I take it as a complement,” he said. Stretching, he stood and hopped down onto the squishy mattress below, catching himself with his cat like reflexes, and walked toward Mayzie. “Good morning sweetheart.” Mayzie cooed and uttered, “morn,” before continuing to suck on her breakfast.

He sat on the bedspread across from Mayzie and began combing through her wavy brown hair kissed with the slightest auburn with his fingers.

“Dirty dust bunny,” he muttered. “You need a bath today.”

“Why don’t we go ahead and do that before the boys get up?” suggested Ashlynn. Soren paused just for a moment and looked up at Ashlynn.

“Why?” inquired Soren. “We’re not doing anything else today, are we?”

“Actually,” said Ashlynn. She bit her lower lip and averted her eyes momentarily. She had an idea of something she wanted to do with Soren for a while now, but had only worked up the courage to bring it up after seeing the boys have such a good night yesterday. “I had something in mind.”

“Oh?” asked Soren as he subconsciously wrestled Mayzie into his lap so he could continue combing through Mayzie’s hair.

“Yeah, I… well… I was thinking that you and I could do something tonight,” said Ashlynn, laying on her side with her head resting on her propped up hand. Soren’s quirk of a smile broadened as he eyed Ashlynn.

“I think I like that idea. What did you have in mind? Rooftop?” asked Soren. Ashlynn shook her head.

“No, something a little more daring,” said Ashlynn, running her fingers through her hair. Eyes narrowing, Soren guessed again.

“A picnic in the park?”

Ashlynn shook her head again.

“Well, I’m out of ideas. Going out in public for a picnic is pretty bold,” stated Soren, reaching up and scratching his scalp.

“Well… it is out in public,” said Ashlynn. “I want to take you to the movies.” Soren’s eyes widened as he stopped mid-scratch to look her in her stormy blue-grey eyes.

“Really?” asked Soren. His heart had skipped a few beats and only when he saw that Ashlynn, unblinking, was serious did he swallow dryly in response. “Public? Ashlynn, that’s dangerous.”

“I know, but I’ve thought it through already. I’ll wear a hoodie, so you’ll be hidden. I’ll put up my hood by my neck so no one will see. Plus, it’ll be dark,” said Ashlynn.

The thought of leisurely watching a movie at home was a delightful one. The thought of being out in public and possibly being seen or glimpsed was quite the opposite. Would he even be able to relax? Enjoy the date with Ashlynn with his sixth sense which detected humans going off in the back of his head?

His thoughts swirled in his head, but a quick, blushing kiss to the top of his forehead snapped his mind back to the moment.

“Please?” said Ashlynn softly. “I promise we’ll be alright.”

The earnestness in her voice and twinkle in her eyes was what pushed him over the edge.

“Okay… We’ll need to prep the boys and Mayzie, but…” Soren was interrupted by another one of Ashlynn’s heart racing kisses to the top of his head.

“Thank you,” she breathed. Without another word, she whisked herself out of the bedroom to get the bath ready for Mayzie.

While Soren still had some minor reservations, it was a worthy risk to see her happy.

The rest of the day practically flew by with chores and conversation.

Mayzie’s bath was an eventful venture to say the least. She was initially stubborn because there were no bubbles, but then was uncertain of them when Ashlynn added just a little too much bubble bath solution to the sink. Then, she refused to get out without popping every bubble in the sink.

After, everyone congregated in the living room where the boys finally were stirred awake by the sound of Ashlynn and Soren making breakfast, which was French toast. They worked on some of Rey’s inventions and played a few more games before hinting that they needed to finish up some chores.

Hero went home shortly after lunch, talking non-stop about the movies and how amazing the night was, thanking Ashlynn, Soren, and Rey profusely as he left.

The moment Hero left, Soren and Ashlynn told the boys that they were going to be going out for the evening and that the boys would be on their own for the rest of the evening.

“What?! What do you mean?” asked Rey, folding his arms and staring at Soren. “Why can’t we come? What are you going to go do?”

“Rey, they’re going on a date,” muttered Dorian, giving him a playful punch on his shoulder.

“Well, we’ve gone on those before with you. The picnic, remember? We won’t be a bother. We’ll be quiet,” pointed out Rey.

“Sorry bobbins. Not this time,” grinned Soren as he playfully ruffled his brothers’ hair.

Despite Rey’s protests, the only thing that Soren and Ashlynn allowed was for the boys to know they were going to the movies.

“WHAT?! The movies?! Now we have to come!” argued Rey.

“We’re previewing the movie,” stated Ashlynn. “It’s a little mature for the both of you, and certainly for little Mayzie. We’ll talk about letting you watch the first one after seeing this one. It’s the fourth movie in a series about a guy who was a… kind of secret agent, but for bad people.”

With a pouting lip, Rey eventually relented with the promise that they would all get a chance to not only see the movie, but also make it to the movies one of these days.

The evening was finally free and, after dinner, Ashlynn came out of her room dressed in simple black pants, a crop top white shirt, and a snuggly looking black and white plaid print coat that looked like a kind of poncho with a hood.

Soren, speechless, looked at her in awe. Beautiful inside and out.

“Ready?” she asked, holding out her hand. He nodded and kissed the boys and his daughter on the head before stepping onto Ashlynn’s outstretched fingers.

“We’ll be back soon. You have the emergency number on the phone on the couch. Everything you need is there and, if you need us to come back early, give us a ring,” said Soren as Ashlynn pulled him away.

“Bye Soren! Have fun!” The boys shouted as Ashlynn slipped their brother into the front pocket of her jacket.

Heart in his throat, Soren leaned against Ashlynn’s fingers and tried to breathe calmly as he felt the slight jostling of Ashlynn as she walked to the elevator. The doors clattered open and she stepped inside. In a low voice, she addressed Soren thoughtfully.

“They’ll be okay,” said Ashlynn. “They’ve been on their own before, and we won’t be gone for long.”

“I know,” said Soren after a moment. “It’s just… I haven’t done this in a while – leave them on their own since…”

“I know, and it’s… it’s going to be alright,” reassured Ashlynn. “We’re going to go have a good time, and it’s going to be fun. Okay? Remember that. We’re going out to have fun.”

Ashlynn curled her hand ever so slightly to cup Soren’s form. He reached his arm up and around her thumb, leaning against her appendage and squeezing hard to make sure she knew he was listening.

Ashlynn grew quiet as she walked out of the elevator to the parking garage where Soren was able to slip out and secure himself onto her right shoulder for the remainder of the ride. It was an enjoyable ride. Letting themselves relax, they sang along to the radio and laughed at some of the radio stories they heard, wondering how people could be so ridiculous.

They pulled into the parking lot of the movie theater where, for the first time since they got into the car, Soren fell silent. Before him was an endless sea of cars, each usually accommodating one to three humans. Seeing so many cars suddenly made Soren squirm.

It was nerve wracking to be out in the open with so many humans nearby. Any one of them could easily spot him and address it to Ashlynn. Or, worse, their phones could take pictures of him and Ashlynn together out in public.

His nerves felt tangible, his body shuddering involuntarily as he stared at the towering building in front of him.

Ashlynn reached up with her left hand, obviously sensing his tension, and touched his legs with her index finger.

“Ready?” she asked. Taking a moment, he breathed deeply and nodded.

“Yes,” he said definitely.

“Hey,” muttered Ashlynn, turning her head and bumping her shoulder, making Soren lose his spot. He slid off of her shoulder into her left hand where Ashlynn held him out so she could look him in the eyes. “I love you. I love your courageous heart and that you try so hard for me.” With that, she pulled Soren close and kissed his chest.

Soren sank into her hand, letting her soft lips press into his torso. Could she feel his racing heart? Could she sense how much she meant to him? Did she know how much it meant to him that she was trying so hard?

None of the words could form and, instead, Soren kissed her back, letting his hands rest on either side of her lips.

She pulled away and smiled at him. He thought about protesting, but instead nodded and managed a few simple words before Ashlynn slid him into her pocket.

“I love you too.”

Ashlynn was careful on her walk into the theater and made sure at every turn that no one could glimpse into her pocket. Soren, on the other hand, managed to see everything happening from his vantage point. He saw the oddly colored carpet and smelled the stale popcorn and candy.

Their seat was at the very back so no one could see Soren as Ashlynn fished him out of her pocket, pulled up her hood, and set him on her shoulder just inside the hood. Hiding just behind her ear, the two of them sank into comfort and watched the movie unfold.

Personally, there was a lot for Soren and he didn’t understand all of the references, but the man on the screen who was the, as Ashlynn said, “secret agent,” he was certainly flexible and moved with the agility of a Borrower, twisting and dodging even the most impossible task.

Ashlynn waited for everyone to leave before daring to snag Soren back from his perch and sliding him into her pocket once again.

The trip home was filled with discussion about the movie and whether or not Rey and Dorian would be ready to watch these kinds of movies. Ultimately, they decided they would censor some of the violent and naughty clips, but the overall concept was acceptable.

They were in the elevator and stepping out into the hallway just outside of apartment when Ashlynn’s phone began to ring. She glanced down at the number, which Soren managed to glimpse, and saw that it was Dorian calling.

“Dorian? What is he calling for?” asked Soren quietly. His heart began to pound. What was going on? Something was wrong… They wouldn’t have just called to check in on the two of them. “Ashlynn!”

“Got it.”

Ashlynn quickly fished out her keys and slid them into the lock. She hurriedly swung the door open, stepped inside, and closed it, both listening closely as they entered.

Both of their hearts sank as they heard a ferocious shout from the kitchen counter.

“Get off of me!”

It was Rey!

Ashlynn hurried forward into the kitchen, jostling Soren who she had taken into her hand, and rounded the corner.

As Ashlynn flicked on the light and, immediately, saw red.

Someone – a Borrower – had a hold on Rey’s leg and was dragging him across the counter. Blood was dripping from the guy’s nose and, the moment the light was on, both of them froze.

Soren recognized the Borrower immediately as one of his assailants.

Rey, taking advantage of the opportunity, kicked the Borrower hard in the knee and was free in an instant. Rey scurried away, tripping over himself as Ashlynn set Soren down on the counter.

Before he could say anything, Soren watched as Ashlynn’s hand descended around the stunned Borrower, snatching him off of the counter with incredible speed. In this moment, Soren once again remembered why humans were so dangerous as he watched the Borrower dangle from Ashlynn’s grasp high above his head.

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bonkalore · 3 months ago

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This one's for the monster fuckers out there lol I figure this is the first time Lucy actually engaged with him when he was in his monster form after she realized she maaaay be kinda into it and wants to try. Jayce is not difficult to convince.

#Bleeding Magic AU #Jayce Chinda #Lucy Santana #monster human romance #demon boyfriend #size difference #giant tiny #mini giant #my art #my comic #tw suggestive #sadly he's a bit hesitant too bc he doesn't think himself as attractive while like that #will definitely help boost his self esteem a bit at least

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ipilokko · 7 months ago

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REPOSTING THIS BECAUSE I LOVE THIS PANEL

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GIVE

I WANT TO BE HELD

(Sorry for the anatomically awkward leg lmaoooo)

the panel is from here 🤭

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thevanillerose · 30 days ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/electronicwitchcollection/736147769720553472/i-just-read-one-of-the-anonymous-ask-they-say-60?source=share

Him and his human friend maybe🙃🙂

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I did tweak the request to make it a little less Attack on Titan and a little more Arrietty, hope you don’t mind! The idea of a Borrower-sized Reader is pretty cute! Though if the lover is a yandere, isn’t it basically worst case scenario? T^T

So of course I made him into one…

also isn’t aizen already kind of gigantic as is??? like look at this man he’s built like a wardrobe

Aizen Sōsuke was everything you feared. Everything you ran from. Everything you fought.

And yet, he was everything you couldn’t escape, as you would soon discover.

Las Noches awaited, realm of the Hollows. It had always seemed more myth than reality, a distant danger for someone else to face, but now you found yourself up to the challenge. Entering the rift, you carried with you all the strength of battles past, and Hollows destroyed.

You had to do this. It was your duty, it was everything you had trained for. And hopefully, once Aizen was defeated, you’d see some kind of peace again.

Light fading, the world around you came back into view, the portal spitting you out into this foreign place. Instantly, a chill enveloped you. An eerie uneasiness.

The corridors of Las Noches were vast and empty, stark and dull and as empty and soulless as the deserted, barren world outside the thick windowless walls. But it was grand, too grand. The distant door at the end of the hallway was as tall as a Tokyo skyscraper.

This…can’t be right.

It soon dawned on you. You were no larger than a doll.

Somehow, you’d turned tiny entering this place. Nobody had mentioned this would happen, that was for sure.

Shaken, you were unable to move for a time, feeling like your little feet were glued solid to the ground beneath them. The growing rumbling, thudding reverberating through the ground only registered when it was too late. His shadow fell over you before you even realized he was there.

“And what do we have here?”

His voice was so smooth. Your blood chilled.

When you finally willed yourself to look around and up, you saw the gigantic man crouching lowly over you, his immense form more petrifying than any oversized Hollow you’d ever faced. His lips curved into a smile that made it clear he recognized you.

“A little intruder?”

Aizen.

You had no time to think before your body acted for you. You darted away from him like a mouse, hoping that as disturbingly flawless as this place appeared to be, you might be able to source some crack or hole in the wall you could escape into.

But you didn’t make it far. His hand shot out, impossibly fast, his fingers curling gently around your tiny form. You kicked, you squirmed, but it was useless. His grip may not have been intended to harm, but it was firm, unyielding, and it lifted you off the floor fast enough to give you a head rush.

“Shh,” he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly over your trembling figure once you were level with his face. “You’ll hurt yourself if you keep that up. Consider that a warning.”

You trembled uncontrollably, your chest heaving as you stared up at him, your eyes wide with terror. He tilted his head, studying you like a scientist examining a rare specimen.

“Was it what you expected?” he asked softly, keeping his thumb pressed to your abdomen, in a way that kind of made you flustered even if you wouldn’t readily admit it, “I prepared this curse knowing you were coming.”

He tilted his head slightly, the stray brunette strand that often hung over his brow shifting closer to his eye, “I caught wind you were defeating enemy after enemy, each one more powerful than the last. So I decided, for my own sake, to take precautions…”

Aizen? Admitting you were strong? Maybe even being a little afraid of you? That was…strangely flattering. But it didn’t mean much when you were pint-sized like this.

“Let me go,” you demanded, though your voice wavered, betraying just how afraid you actually were.

His smile widened, a glint of amusement flickering in his eyes. “Let you go? Oh, little one, I don’t think you understand. You came here of your own volition. I’ve got you right where I want you. Why would I let you leave?”

He rose to his full height, cradling you in one hand as though you were a precious artifact. The motion made your stomach lurch, the sheer scale of him overwhelming in a way that no amount of preparation could have braced you for. It was a bit like the pit you’d get in your stomach when a plane took off.

He walked through the double doors at the end of the corridor, making his way deeper into the heart of the complex until he had reached his private room. Approaching his desk, he set you down carefully on its plain greyish white surface, his gaze never leaving you.

“You’re mine now,” he said, the words simple but absolute. “No more hiding. No more running. You belong to me.”

You stumbled back beside a stack of black leather-bound books, your legs trembling as you tried to process his words. “I’m not…I’m not yours! I’m not some doll! You can’t just-”

“Oh, but I can,” he interrupted smoothly, his tone unshakable. He leaned closer, his face filling your vision, his sharp hazel eyes zeroed in on you, his breath warm against your skin. Your cheeks reddened unwillingly.

“You’ll come to understand that soon enough.”

He reached out again, his hand lingering in the air as though daring you to move. You backed up with petite, staggering steps, your heart hammering in your chest. When you didn’t try to run, knowing you had nowhere to go save for the plunging edge of the desk, his fingertips closed in. They brushed against your little arm with a gentleness that seemed almost mocking given the sheer power he wielded.

What he could do, if he wanted to.

“Don’t worry,” he said softly. “I’ll take care of you. You won’t need to fend for yourself or fight anymore. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

It didn’t. It sounded like a cage, like the end of everything you had fought so hard to preserve. You came here to kill him and end this nightmare, not to get shrunken and captured. It felt like the ultimate humiliation, and he no doubt knew that.

Quite content to toy with you, his fingers curled lightly around you once more, pinching your middle and lifting you helplessly into the air.

He held you there, suspended, his gaze growing darker as he studied your every detail.

“You’ve had my interest for a while, I can admit,” he murmured, his thumb trailing over your side, barely brushing your frame but enough to make you flinch. His words were almost more shocking than the shrinking.

Interested in me?

“So delicate, and so breakable now. For all the strength you’ve gathered, for all the fights you’ve won, in the end…this is all it amounted to.”

Shamed, humiliated, and realizing with dismay that he was right, you lowered your head, staring down at the desk meters below with a blank, bewildered expression. Aizen observed you for a moment, resting his well-carved cheekbone against his knuckle, admiring his little pet.

When he lowered you again, it was only to place you in a small glass enclosure he had pulled from a drawer. It was pristine, minimalistic, with cushions lining the bottom—a mockery of comfort, and clearly prepared in advance for this exact outcome.

You’d believed you’ve have the upper hand. You’d naïvely assumed he wouldn’t expect you were coming. A one warrior ambush, your last heroic stand.

So much for that.

You stared up at him as he closed the lid of your prison, his smile still in place.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said, his tone almost scolding. “This is simply a new way of living. You’ll learn to appreciate it in time.”

Your hands pressed against the glass, your breath fogging it as you stared at him in disbelief. “You can’t do this. You can’t keep me here! I’m a human being!!”

He chuckled, the sound low and resonant. “Oh, little one, I can do anything I like.”

Strong hands gripped the edge of the desk, his shadow swallowing the box and engulfing you like the cloak of night.

“And you’ll find that the more you resist…”

His gaze darkened, practically glowing, as he stared down at his toy-sized prize. Patiently won.

“…the tighter my grip will become.”

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entomolog-t · 3 months ago

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Stupid lowscale gt brainrot but like--

You know the "stranded on a planet with sexy 8ft-10ft tall alien men" monster "romance" trope???

Give me a story just like this but like humans are smaller because of higher gravity. Its nothing so severe that anything super off is noticeable at first. Similar body types, perhaps even the alien species is much more physically intimidating looking (especially if we're going to the ye old hunter gatherer/barbarian trope), maybe they notice that they feel really good on this planet, perhaps even they make the connection that they can jump a fair amount higher. To them its nothing crazy. Going from a 2ft vertical to a 4-5ft vertical is cool, but its nothing like the videos of walking on the moon.

The aliens however, notice something is off fairly quickly. With a language barrier there might be the need to physically pull someone out of harms way, try to direct them one way or the other etc... and humans?? Despite their size, they're *heavy.* Not as heavy as the aliens, but far too close for someone half their size. Watching the humans aid them in tasks is surprising, and they're quite impressively able to carry a fair amount.

Perhaps it takes a while for the humans to notice, and it comes as a shock. Be it something perhaps cute like playfighting, or something more severe like an actual physical altercation, it becomes apparent that the humans are leagues stronger than the aliens.

Some Local coffeshop employee Becky Smith of middle of nowhere USA is suddenly able to lift the equivalent of 800lbs and is now seen as some warrior class being and is just trying to live out her monster romance fantasy. Girly was looking for a fearsome warrior and somehow became it instead.

This is so silly and stupid but I love it and would PAY to read it.

#AHAHA like #just imagining she's trying so hard for romance but the local bachelors are like trying to get her to help them with heavy labor instead #“I just want a strong man to protect me”#and the alien is just like... You do not need protection #you ARE the protection #Its so dumb and silly but I love it #g/t #g/t community #g/t prompts #giant/tiny #g/t shitpost #g/t writing #Entoprompts

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that-one-anime-writer · 10 months ago

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What’s so special about G/T Romantic Interactions?

Well-

Imagine a hug. Being hugged by the person you love the most. You’d die for this person- you’d protect them no matter what. And they’d protect you. Point is- they love you and you love them.

Take that feeling you get when you hug them. That warm feeling like no one could ever ruin the moment. Like you’re floating- and nothing could ever bring you down. Like your surrounded by a forcefield that nothing can break through. Take that feeling- and enlarge it.

Multiply it by 1000000.

That’s what the idea of being kissed, hugged, held, protected, by someone 10x bigger than you feels like to me. When I dream of being in a giants pocket- surrounded by them- I feel I’m surrounded by love. Like diving into a pool that consists of only warmth and sensual feelings.

I know some may feel different- but that’s my general perspective. I always am the tiny when I find ppl that I like because I want to be “surrounded” by them- their warmth, their love, their voice. Everything. I want my world to be- them. That’s all.

Man- giants rock.

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cathartes-aura-shitposting · 1 month ago

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do you guys think giant or tinies would make "peace cries" to let others know they're there like the woman in Flatland do?

i thought this as a sort of joke but actually thought about it.

basic tldr: Flatland is a novella about life in a 2d space where a square one day encounters a sphere from spaceland (3rd dimension). if you want to know more, there's a video that does a great deep dive into it.

anwyas, in Flatland, the women are "lines" (technically really, really thin rectangles) so thin they're both near-invisible and can actually slice someone in half. so, by law, they're required to make a "peace cry" (literally just shrieking really loudly, but could by any loud shouting/screaming) to make others aware of their presence.

anyways, it got me thinking; in a world were beings of greatly varying sizes coexist, would such "peace cries" exist?

with the tinies i totally see it; sure it's opposite to the women in flatland, but it make the giants aware of their presence and thus can save the tinies' life.

but for a giant...i could see it too in specific circumstances; especially in cases where the actual noises of them moving about is hard to hear, or indistinguishable from other surrounding sounds.

idk, i just imagine a tiny like a borrower or fairy just running around screaming; not because they're scared or anything, but because they want you to know they're there.

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yearningaces · 11 months ago

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I just wanna be held by a giant. Big, burly, rough and tumble giant that would hold me over their heart like one would hold a cat. Just me looking up at them and them looking down at me with that uneven perfect smile.

Is it too much to ask?!

This was the ask that had me losing my mind enough that I actually wrote a story for the first time in a while

And then they added this to my inbox:

"Imagine feeling and hearing the reverberations of the giant's pleased growl as you smother them in soft kisses and place one over their heart. How they would melt into your tiny hands, while their own enormous, seemingly invincible palms hold you so safe. How soundly you'd be lulled into sleep by raise and fall of their chest as lay on them."

So of course I had to give it my best and let the wholesome giant consume my thoughts

'It's dark, and it's thundering.' Your first thoughts upon waking in the middle of the night, having slept so deeply that you seemingly forgot your placement in this world.

Only after you tried wiggling around did you realize that your sleeping spot isn't warm because of you, it's warming you. And it's not so dark, you're simply covered under a gentle and relaxed hand. It's not storming outside, the thunderous drum underneath where you lay is where the noise is coming from. A massive heartbeat, one beating faster now as if its charge had just woken.

You take a moment to rub the sleep from your eyes, letting out a noise when the giants fingers gently curl under your laying form, raising you up just high enough he can look up at you easily from his spot in the massive bed.

Ofius is the picture of enamored. The scruffy giant gazing up so smitten with your tiny self. "Y'r awake?" His voice is as soft as the low and baritone rumble can be this late into the night, sounding pleased at the chance of late night closeness. He does sound half asleep and without any filter; meaning he can simply hold you and look at you. Appreciating the sight of you so sleepy this late into the night, a sight that only he is allowed. "Why awake, bad dream? I gotta break someone in half?" His low voice turns into a slight growl at the idea of something upsetting you. "... 'll do it. Stomp on anyone stupid enough to-"

"Ofius, honey, I'm alright." Your voice soothed the giants sudden protectiveness, easing his concern into a soft care once more as he watches you with a sleepy, crooked smile.

"I don't know why I'm up though," You call out to him, relaxed in his grip, held directly over his charmed gaze, having learned over the years that Ofius would never let you fall. "-Just woke up I suppose."

The giant shifts slightly, leaning more upright against the headboard he'd carved out by hand. After situating himself, he lowers you closer, pressing you to the soft, warm skin of his cheek with an affectionate rumble. Ofius' eyes fall closed as he so carefully holds you close, cautious and affectionate in his nuzzling against you. "Good. Then you spend time with me before sleep returns." Ofius' voice is a heavy rumbled accent you can never place- often pared with the language only the giants speak. "Want to enjoy you."

You can feel his crooked nose bump against your side lightly as his affectionate sounds and actions continue. And what can you do other than lean into the affection, the indention where the side of his nose ends and his cheek begins has always been a perfect spot to lay against. And it provides you the perfect opportunity to press many little kisses against his face, much to the giants delight.

"Little love is wanting affection?" His tone could almost be called a soft coo if Ofius wasn't so burly and bearish in nature and tone. His dark hair almost always wild, his darker eyes capable of containing such malevolence, yet only ever looking to you with nothing short of reverence. The sturdy giant would have been quite a powerhouse to be wary of even if he was your size.

But as he stands, he's as tall as the trees, and being as he is- he has so much more love to give.

After a moment of pondering, you finally respond to his remark, "I always want your affection." You can only relax and grin, feeling his fingers tense and untense repeatedly, the clear sign he's wanting to squeeze you close and adore you, but doesn't risk harming you. Instead- one hand so carefully presses against your back, fingers gently stroking along your spine as the other hand clutches onto the pillow beside him, needing to squeeze something close. Ofius breath is just ragged enough for you to recognize him as spiralling into his adorations for you.

"My little love-" it takes no effort for him to easily pluck you into his palm and shift so he's laying on his stomach with you held in his hands, under his looming face. "-My little human. I hold you in my hands, yet I want you closer. I sew pockets over my heart on all of my shirts for you to rest safely, but it is not close enough." He leans down carefully, so very carefully, pressing a giant kiss to your entire toreso with a deep resounding rumble from his chest before pulling back just slightly. "I wonder, are you tiny enough to fit in my own heart? I would happily build a way to ensure your comfort."

Meanwhile you can only be seen as the cat who caught the canary because here this massive giant is, big, and burly, and powerful, and so adoring, he's practically obsessed. And there you lay in his hands, not even trying. "I don't know if you want me in your heart, Ofius. You wouldn't get any more kisses if I was there instead of right here.

Ofius for all of his prowess seems to hesitate as if such a fate is a horrible thought indeed. "... Then stay in my grasp and kiss me." His eyes are unwavering as he watches you before showing some hesitation and remembering his manners. "...Please?"

With a tilt of your head you consider your giant partner, turning slightly to press a kiss to his finger too that's supporting your shoulder.

You feel your giant tremble at the gesture, his face lowering to be closer to yours.

It's easy to lean up and press another kiss against his nose, his cheeks, under his eyes, against his forehead, against the corners of his mouth.

Ofius closes his eyes, leaning closer and closer to you, his hands tensing and untensing under you before he lifts you quickly once again, dropping onto his back in the soft bed and pressing you over his heart on his soft, warm chest. Back to where you first woke.

You can feel his heart hammering and out of an overwhelming affection, press a kiss to the skin just over the thunderous beating before curling up against that spot once more.

Ofius heart stutters in its beating before racing once more- something that has you smiling.

Eventually, the racing heart slows into a deep relaxed and content rhythm. Ofius is home in bed and safe to rest. His most beloved is within his grasp, protected and kept safe to rest as well. He could never ask for more than this moment right now. A giant finger gingerly stroking your back, looking down at you with such adoration, watching you rise and fall with his deep breaths from where you lay on his chest, knowing the action will lull you to sleep as it always does. "My little love. 'm glad you're happy here. 'm glad I was the one to find you that day. 'm glad you've not worried of your past home. You're gonna be safe here, always."

Ofius hand settles over you, keeping you warm amidst the frozen mountain sky just outside of the hand built cabin. Ofius will see to your comfort and happiness. He has since he first found you stranded in these lands. And he will continue to do so until his very heart gives out, maybe even longer.

He will.

#letters of yearning #x reader #giant x reader #giant x tiny #g/t #monster boyfriend #gender neutral reader #Ofius #monster x reader #monster romance #babes this was soooo cozy to write #if you see any typos no you dont #Ofius the giant

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evieismol · 5 months ago

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Chapter One: Earth

Easton's POV

Content warnings for this chapter: mentions of anxiety, mentions of hurting humans (doesn't happen)

So this was Earth.

I had known things would be smaller on the distant blue and green planet, but as I stared down at the assortment of vehicles and people in front of me, it hit me that knowing and experiencing were two very different things. It wasn't like I hadn't seen humans - or human sized things before - but I'd always seen them on Aphiria. Where they were comparatively tiny to everything around them. As I took in the trees that didn't quite reach up to my ankles, it hit me that I was now the one that was mis-sized for my surroundings. My stomach turned at the realization of just how big I was compared to my surroundings.

The familiar, sharp edge of anxiety began to slice at my brain once more. It would be so easy to accidentally break something. Or hurt someone.

Or worse.

I'd thought I was used to those fears after spending a not insignificant time around humans on Aphiria. Now, though, they felt like they'd doubled. Or maybe tripled.

“Mr. Parks! Welcome to Earth,” A soft voice from below pulled me from my rapidly spiralling thoughts. I focused on the source of the voice. A neatly groomed man, probably in his thirties, in an equally neatly pressed suit, stood on top of a tank below. I briefly wondered if I should read into the apparent militarization of the group in front of me, before deciding that was best left to consider at another time.

“Uh, thank you. It's good to be here. And Easton's fine.” I said, making a conscious effort to speak softly. I hoped it was softly enough. The humans didn't flinch, so I took that as a good sign.

“Easton, then. I'm John O'Riley, the IMA agent assigned to work with you. And likewise, John is fine.” John seemed fully comfortable and confident as he spoke, despite having to crane his neck up to look at me. I'd been told on Aphiria about the IMA - the Interdimensional Management Agency. They apparently oversaw and handled all matters relating to non human issues on Earth, not just interdimensional ones. It had been mentioned that I'd be working with an agent. Though “working with” was maybe the wrong term, since the impression I'd gotten was more that said agent would be supervising and managing me.

“It's a pleasure to meet you,” I said politely. “And an honor to be here.”

“Well, we're happy to have you.” John replied. Based on the nervous looks from the men surrounding him, I wasn't sure if that sentiment was shared. It was, for lack of a more elegant term, really weird to be the source of unease for what looked like a group of highly trained soldiers. Last name aside, I didn’t cut a particularly imposing figure back on Aphiria. I was a bit on the short side and far less outgoing than I would have liked, and combined, that meant that for the majority of my life, I had been the one being intimidated. Not being intimidating. I was anything but short compared to humans, of course, which I’d quickly learned upon first meeting the group of them I’d found stranded on Aphiria some time ago. Even still, being intimidating to a stranded group of then strangers and being intimidating to what looked like a very well prepared military were two different things.

I wondered, not for the first time, if agreeing to work on Earth as part of a “diplomatic endeavor” was really a good idea. It was so much responsibility. Way more than even being a park ranger back home had been, which had already felt like a lot of responsibility.

My sister really can talk anyone into anything, I thought.

“So, I'm guessing you've noticed the entourage,” John said, gesturing to the men surrounding him. “It's just standard IMA policy to take precautions, not that we think there'll be any issues. I was told you were briefed on the ground rules put in place as part of this agreement?”

He paused, waiting for my response. I nodded. “Yes, of course.”

Said ground rules included things like absolutely no picking up humans, animals, or property without explicit permission. As well as some understandable but also anxiety inducing clauses like what would happen if I were to hurt any humans, accidental or otherwise. It would void the agreement, of course, which wasn't the anxiety inducing part. No, that was just the idea of accidentally hurting a human. An idea that felt way too possible looking down at the miniature army.

I should have taken a second dose of anxiety medication, I thought, swallowing nervously.

“Great! Great. So, there's a temporary IMA outpost nearby. We were thinking you could follow us there, and then we could go over more of what to expect for your job, including timeline, accomodations, and so on. For safety reasons, we'd prefer if you kept a decent distance behind our little group when walking. I'll let you know when to start following us, how does that sound?”

I nodded quickly. “That sounds good to me.”

John smiled again. He seemed entirely unphased by the fact that I was dozens of times his size, and I found it a little ironic that I seemed to be more anxious than him. Then again, he worked for The IMA, and from my understanding, their agency dealt with all manner of non human beings. So maybe he was just used to it.

I, on the other hand, felt entirely out of my depth as I watched the group turn around and begin to move.

“Alright, you can start following us! Just keep about this distance!” John called.

Well, too late to change my mind now.

#g/t #giant/tiny #gt #sfw g/t #gt sfw #g/t community #g/t oc #gt writing #gt big bend ocs: easton #gt big bend #gt story #gt romance

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st4rsinthenight · 4 months ago

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★ insert a sigh here, all I want is to be scooped up in a giant's palm and be pressed against against their face. Oh to be gently nuzzled against their cheek as I sit in their hand. Is that too much to ask. Is that too much to —★

#★I think I like cheek hugs in g/t guys★#gt #gianttiny #giant tiny #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t community #giant/tiny community #gt fluff #giant tiny fluff #g/t fluff #giant/tiny fluff #g/t romance #..or it can be seen as platonic as well #g/t thoughts

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tea-potato-gt · 5 months ago

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The Biggest Heart Story: Stør’s Job (Part 1)

Summary: A story of blossoming young love between a Giant and a Water Nymph. Mizu can’t explain it, but she feels like she needs to see her giant friend, Stør. Little does she know of the surprise that awaits her on the farm the giant teenager works on. (Very early stages of their relationship.)

Kæmpe Stør Giant (17yrs - 36ft) & Mizu Rivers Water Nymph (18yrs - 5’6)

More on The Biggest Heart story here

Part 2 here

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"Is Stør home?" Mizu asked nervously, clutching her blue hands to her chest.

"No I'm sorry, Mizu, he's at work right now." Stør's human father, Joseph, said.

"Work?" Mizu repeated. She didn't know Stør had a job. Or more accurately, she didn't know he COULD have a job. She couldn't imagine many grocery stores were looking to hire a 36 foot high schooler to man the check out lines.

"Yeah, Kæmpe works odd jobs for the local farmers. Right now he’s at Old Briar’s place down the road." Joseph read the confusion on the Water Nymph's face. "He should be done soon if you want to wait here---"

"I'll go to him!" Mizu interrupted. She realized how rude she must have sounded, her already blue face became a darker shade and she couldn't make eye contact with the human before her. "S-sorry... I don't want to intrude on you and your family... I-I just need to talk to Stør about our class project really quick."

Joseph smiled at the young girl's flustered face, "no worries, Mizu." He took out a pen and paper from a nearby drawer and wrote the address of Old Briar’s farm and handed it to a very stiff Mizu. "I'm sure he'll be very happy to see you." Joseph gave her a wink and closed the door.

Mizu stood on the doorstep for a few moments, holding the piece of paper, face turning a dark shade of blue.

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Walking down the dirt road became increasingly nerve wracking with every shaky step Mizu took.

Mizu felt ridiculous. Why was she there? Appearing unannounced at Stør’s house no less! She had been there a few times before, but never alone. Strega (Stør and Mizu’s mutual friend) always dragged her along to hang out. When Strega's friend got together, there were very few places they could all go if Stør was involved. This usually meant they just watched movies in his room or swam in the sea by his house.

But Mizu had never invited herself over before. Why was she doing this to herself?? Maybe she should just go home. The questions she has about their project could be easily answered with an email. She'd worked with Stør before on projects using email and video chats as their main form of communicating. Why did it feel like she needed to see and talk to him in person right now?

“That’s it! This is stupid. I’m going home.” Mizu huffed out loud to herself. The anxiety was becoming too much for her to handle. “I’m so stupid!” She repeated as she turned around.

Little did she realize, she had already arrived at Old Briar’s farm.

She felt the ground tremble slightly. Mizu's eyes widened as the treeline started to shake. She heard a low strained grunt.

Curiosity got the best of her. Mizu walked further down the road, following the sound, attempting to figure out what it was.

Old Briar’s farm was quite large, and surrounded by trees of various kinds, sizes, and thicknesses. There was a stretching field of crops that bordered the trees and went up and over the hills nearby. The property was surrounded by a wooden fence that came about shoulder height on Mizu.

She walked parallel to the fence till she made it to the edge of the woods where she finally spotted it--- him.

About 50 feet away from Mizu, there on the edge of the woods, stood Stør.

He was hunched over and gripping a large tree. It was tall enough to reach his mid torso. His large hands barely grasp fully around the trunk. It looked like the branches were scratching up his inner arms as he tried to get a better grip on the tree.

He wore a white tank top, covered in sweat from the hot afternoon sun, blue jeans, and thick work boots. (Once again, Mizu was amazed by the magic created to let a giant wear human clothes on a grand scale.)

Mizu could almost forget how tall Stør really was. From this far away, she could imagine her classmate as a normal sized teenager weeding in his backyard.

But the illusion quickly dissipated with a horrible wrenching sound coming from the tree as Stør used all his strength to uproot the plant and free its hold in the ground. Twigs and roots snapped and leaves scattered.

Mizu stared. She couldn't believe her eyes. As he exerted himself, she saw the muscles on his arms bulge. She never noticed how toned Stør was. In the three years Mizu had known him, she had only seen him wear baggy long sleeved shirts, even on the hottest summer days.

Rationally she knew Stør had to be strong. He was a 36 foot tall giant, of course he has to be strong compared to an average human. But watching him rip a massive tree out of the ground like it was nothing really cemented something Mizu had been thinking about since she met him…

Stør is holding himself back.

Mizu had heard Stør briefly mention his status of living on Noma. Being the only giant on the small Island nation led to a lot of red tape and trepidation when it came to his presence. Any mistake he makes could result in dire consequences for himself or others.

Stør’s life is constantly dictated by rules and harsh punishments.

After closely observing Stør for months, Mizu slowly realized he never lashed out. Even when faced with hatred or bullying or fear, he never retaliated or fought back. No negative words of others ever passed his lips. Stør kept a constant air of calm and control about his actions, features, and body. His movements were always slow and purposeful. He never raised his voice and he definitely never showed his full strength.

But here in this moment, uprooting a tree, when he thought he was alone… For once, Stør didn't need to hold back his strength. He didn't try to make himself smaller for other people's comfort. He didn't need to worry about hurting anyone. No one was running away screaming at the very sight of him.

In this brief moment, Stør was free.

After watching how the world treated Stør, this realization broke Mizu’s heart. Could Stør truly only be his true self in the absence of others? In the absence of his family, friends, or even Mizu herself?

Mizu thought she had experienced every curveball becoming friends with a giant could offer, from learning how to ride on his shoulder to how a giant navigated a world literally too small for his stature. But once again, Stør unknowingly turned her whole understanding of his life upside down.

In the past, Mizu has overheard other students call Stør a freak or a monster. Comments like these always made her see red. How could anyone think less of him? So what if he’s a LITTLE taller than most people? He’s still the sweetest guy Mizu has ever met. It infuriated her to no end.

But then she regrettably remembers the emotions she felt when she first laid eyes on the teenager (in the English class they shared three years ago). She felt nothing short of pure frozen terror. Worried he could at any moment decide to reach his hand through the classroom window and snatch her up from her desk, carrying her off to the gods mnow where, and hurt her.

She (unfortunately) can’t blame people for being afraid of her friend. And it seems Stør doesn’t blame them either.

Mizu watched as Stør regarded the large tree in his grasp. Something she could never hope to lift in her wildest dreams. He turned it from side to side as if admiring the poor tree he just forcefully evicted from the earth.

Then he turned and gently set the tree down in a large pile of other trees that too had been uprooted. A dozen massive trees lay on their sides, roots out for the world to see.

Stør wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked back to the tree line. He grabbed a hold of another tree with both hands. A slightly smaller one, but no less impressive. He looked like he was about to pull when suddenly, Stør looked up and locked eyes with Mizu.

Her body froze. Stør did the same. They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity.

Mizu was the first to find her voice, “Hi.” She called across the feild to him and waved.

This finally broke the spell, Stør quickly let go of the tree in his grasp. He curled in on himself in an attempt to look smaller.

Finally, his brain processed her presence in front of him to and allowed words to form.

“M-Mizu!?” Stør stuttered her name, he blinked rapidly as if hoping she wasn’t standing right there. “I didn’t see you,” Stør quickly grabbed his crumpled up plaid shirt from the ground, threw his arms into it, and immediately began buttoning up his baggy shirt.

Once again, here he was trying to hide himself. Hide his muscular arms in favor of a more round and soft outward appearance. Something more palpable to the average onlooker.

Mizu watched his personality change in real time, from a confident young giant to a scared timid child wishing to be anything other than what he was. Her heart ached at the fact he felt he needed to do this for someone he considered a friend.

“Don’t let me get in the way,” Mizu said as she climbed over the top of the wooden fence and sat on top. “You can keep on working.”

“No, no I was j-just about done anyway,” Stør rubbed the back of his neck, refusing to look at her. “I just need to take these– these to the other side of the property.” He vaguely gestured at the pile of large trees at his feet.

She usually found it cute when Stør stuttered with nerves, but in this moment, it felt like a knife slowly cut through her heart. He wouldn’t even look at her anymore. Stealing herself, she said, “Okay, I’ll go with you.”

Stør did a double take, “Wha— Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Mizu climbed down the rest of the fence and confidently walked across the field towards him.

“Y-you really don’t have to.” Stør sunk further into himself as he kneeled down. “It might-might take a while.”

Mizu shrugged, “I don’t have any plans.” She was now within reaching distance of the giant teenager. She had to look up at him to catch his eye. Mizu had to admit, his slouching and lowering of his body did help with neck pain when it came to keeping eye contact with a giant.

“But still… A-Are you sure, Mizu?”

Mizu rolled her eyes, “Yes I’m sure, Stør.” She was getting impatient.

“Okay…” his voice was unsteady.

Quickly changing topics before he could change his mind, Mizu clapped her hands together excitedly, “So how are we gonna transport these big-ass trees?”

Stør snorted at her abrasive language, he often forgets how foul mouthed this Water Nymph could be. “WE aren’t going to do anything. I just have to– to walk them over the hill to the other side of the farm house.”

“Fine then, since I can’t help you do all the heavy lifting, how about I keep you cool?” Mizu giggled. She held out her hand, and using her hydrokinesis, she pulled water from the surrounding air, “Can’t have you passing out from heat stroke while you do all the heavy lifting.”

Once the sphere of water was about the size of a bowling ball, she flung it straight at Stør’s face. It splashed harmlessly on his cheek, but he still reeled back expecting it to hurt. He slammed his eyes closed, but immediately felt the coolness of the water on his face, it was wonderful. He opened his eyes to find Mizu laughing, “You should have seen your face!”

Stør wiped the (to him) drop of water from his cheek, “Yeah, Yeah.” He rolled his eyes, but as he looked back down at Mizu he became serious. “I’m going to stand now. Is that alright?” He watched her closely for her reaction.

Mizu gave a quick nod. That was all he needed. Placing a hand on his knee as he slowly stood to his full height. He looked down to make sure Mizu hadn’t moved. She did not. Then he went to work.

He reached past the pile of uprooted trees and grabbed a long silver wire. It was huge and thick, she watched as he wrapped the trees in steel rope, which is usually used by giant cranes. He carefully tried the rope around the trees and fastened them in place. Then he lifted the pile of trees up, and using another long steel rope, attached them to his back.

Stør looked back down at his friend with trepidation at her reaction. Would she be frightened? But the look in her eye dispelled that worry. Her eyes were wide, sure, but not from fear. Awe and admiration danced on her face.

Slowly bending down, Stør lowered his free hand in front of Mizu, silently asking for her to climb aboard. Something she has done plenty of times in the past, and had said yes every time, but he made it a point to never grab anyone no matter how well they knew each other.

With his right hand entering her space, Mizu finally blinked and realized she had been staring for too long. She quickly looked away, blushing harder, and got to work.

Concentrating, she conjured up the moisture out of the ground and air. It was relatively easy with the high humidity and it had rained earlier that day. By the time she was done, Mizu had collected about as much water as a jacuzzi could hold. Hoping this would be enough, Mizu stepped onto his hand and began her ascent to Stør’s shoulder.

Now it was Stør’s turn to stare. The water danced alongside Mizu as she marched her way up his arm with a practice stride. Her steps tickled as she made the last stretch and slumped down on his shoulder with a huff. He tried to look at her, but she was too close to his neck that he could only see the top of her head. “Ready?” Stør said in a quiet voice due to her being so close.

Stør felt her grab his earlobe for balance. “Always.” Mizu said. The sphere of water flowed and changed at her whim beside his head, he could hear it splashing and gurgling by his ear like a stream.

With Mizu secured, Stør slowly stood up with a little more trouble than usual. He had to get up from a crouched position with heavy trees on his back weighing him down.

Sitting on Stør’s shoulder gave a view Mizu could never grow tired of. She was astonished to think Stør saw the world like this every day. What would be large rocks to step over, became unnoticeable pebbles in their path. She could see over the treeline and even a little bit of the ocean in the distance.

Stør was about to take his first step towards the farm house, when his breath hitched. A sudden cold sensation wrapped around his neck. Whatever it was it constantly moved like a soft stream around him.

Mizu had held up her end of the deal and created a water based neck wrap to help with the heat. It felt so wonderful on this hot day, that Stør briefly considered asking Mizu to join him every time he was out working. Her company and powers would definitely make the hours he spent in the sun much more enjoyable.

“Damn that feels good, thanks.” Was all Stør said as he started walking. Mizu just hummed pleasantly as she tried to focus on balancing on an ever moving giant shoulder and keeping her water powers stable.

“You can drink some if you want. It’s clean.” She raised a ball of water to his lips. To him it was just a sip, but to her the sphere of water was about the size of her head.

“Not— not right now.” Stør stammered. “Maybe later?” He always felt too awkward drinking her magic, it felt like taking a bite out of her. When he had tasted her enchanted water in the past, it continued to move as if it were alive in his mouth. He knew from his magical species class, any water she touches gets imbued with her essence as long as her magic is linked. To drink water while still activated by her hydrokinesis made him feel icky.

There was a long stint of silence between them. Neither knew what to say, as they passed over the hill. Mizu could tell Stør felt off. “What’s wrong?” Mizu glanced at his worried expression. He continued to stare at the ground, watching his step.

“I-it’s nothing.” Stør said not looking at her.

“Stør, please?” Mizu’s voice was soft in his ear.

He hesitated, several things were wrong right now, but he settled on one. “It’s just… I-I’m sorry if I smell,” Stør dreaded her being so close to him normally, but now the anxiety was unbearable. He had been working in the hot sun for hours resulting in him certainly smelling like body odor and sweat.

Once again she giggled in his ear, a sound that set his soul aflame. “Stør, did you forget what I am?” She splashed his cheek once again with a ball of water to remind him. Water Nymphs’s bodies were made entirely out of water. They have no need to breathe or smell like normal creatures, because they take in oxygen through their skin. They live in dark underground caves filled with water. Their senses are dedicated to their large eyes and ears or to their hydrokinetic powers. “You could jump in raw sewage and I wouldn’t know the difference.”

Stør chuckled to himself, relieved at her reminder of her species. He liked that Mizu was a Water Nymph. He liked a lot of things about Mizu. Her passion and kindness. Her blue hair was made of water and it flowed like a stream through a single drop would never fall to the floor. Her laugh was contagious and sweet as honey. And her smile… Oh Gods, it was a rare treat indeed, if only he could find ways to make that smile never fade… A-And he guessed her being unable to smell his body odor was a bonus too…

The rest of the trip didn’t last more than a few minutes. The pair chatted about nothing in particular, but neither minded, comforted by the other’s presence.

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Part 2 here! 🫣

This is my first (published) short story. I usually don’t write stories, I like drawing comics, so any critiques and suggestions are welcome! Thanks!

Find out more about Stør & Mizu in The Biggest Heart master post 😉

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