#random gt drabble

[marydublinauthor]

Random gt drabbles: Mother

Characters: Markus (ft. Jane briefly)

Safe for work • @smol-smoggie

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The commotion near the entrance had been growing more unorderly as the night deepened. Usually, it didn’t bother him much. That kind of thing was almost a lullaby at a haunt like this. But when shouts of protest joined the laughter, he knew someone had past their limit.

Jane elbowed his forearm, giving Markus a meaningful look over her tiny glass of mead. Markus sighed, tipping back the rest of his drink before standing. Being big was a dumb fucking responsibility sometimes.

Luckily, this crowd required minimal effort. The drunken travelers were searching through a couple’s luggage at their protests, tugging at the carpet bags. The couple looked older, too — easy targets. Markus’ shadow fell over the group, and everyone forgot how to speak.

“Time to pay your tab,” he said, leaning down to pluck a mug of ale out of one’s hand. “And get out.”

He downed the pint like a sip and let the mug clatter to the stone floor. It bounced on the flagstone several times, rolling to the boots of the offending drunk. Without hesitation, the men fled. Markus eyed the old couple, already gathering their belongings to make their way towards the barkeep.

“Thank you, young man,” the old lady said.

“You ought to pick your inns more carefully,” he grunted back.

In the edge of his vision, he saw her give a start, the way most people did when a giant acknowledged them directly. He was starting back for Jane when he heard her call after him. “M-Markus?”

He stopped short and whirled on them. They were brittle-looking humans. Older, dressed in clean, modest clothes. The man was still gathering spilt belongings, but the woman was edging closer to Markus’ boots.

Too old to have fucked — he was pretty sure.

How could she possibly know his name?

“Markus, sweetheart, it’s…” She swallowed hard. “It’s you, isn’t it? Do you remember me?”

His jaw went slack. “You,” he breathed. He knelt down, trancelike as she rushed at him. He could see her face under her traveling hat now. The woman who had briefly taken him in. The closest thing to a mother he’d had after his own had passed away.

After all this time, he’d imagined they’d forgotten about that bizarre chapter in their life.

“Look at you,” she crooned. “You’ve grown so much. And so handsome.” Shakily, she touched the hand he had resting on the floor. The last time he’d held her, she’d fit across the whole of his hand. Now, she’d be able to sit in his palm with room to spare.

“You remember me?” Markus couldn’t help but ask.

“Oh, Markus,” she muttered, rubbing her eyes. Crying. “I missed you every day. Darling—” She spun, seizing her husband’s arm and yanking him forward. “It’s him.”

The man’s weathered face looked up and up. His brows nearly lifted right off his face when recognition dawned. He gave another once-over, as though growing nervous in light of their less-than-mutual parting those many years ago.

“You got bigger, boy,” he greeted, voice taut.

Markus barked a small laugh, remembering the coarse nature. “You didn’t.”

“Hmm.”

Mother rushed at him again, like she couldn’t contain herself. She gathered her skirts. “Don’t leave an old lady on the floor. Pick me up, let me get a better look at you.”

Hesitantly, Markus scooped her into his palm and brought her to his face. He grunted to keep her from falling as she lunged at his face, touching his chin and the short beard peppering his square jaw. Her hands were still cool and soft, the way he remembered.

“It’s like you’ve never seen a giant before,” he muttered, muscling down the flush in his cheeks. The prickle of wetness in his eyes.

[sweetheartsnips]

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Gotenks - nsfw

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Supreme Kai - sfw

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Duality of Desire - nsfw

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[marydublinauthor]

Random gt drabbles: Vanity

Characters: Markus & Jane

Safe for work • trade with @smol-smoggie

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“Keep an eye on her,” Markus grunted, pushing a bronze coin to the bartender. “Drop a glass over her if she tries to run off.”

The other giant arched a brow, pocketing the money.Jane didn’t bother to protest any further than a nasty look at Markus, unable to muster up the energy to explain that she was too grateful for a cool beverage and food that didn’t come from the rations in the giant’s bag. The bar doubled as an inn on the second floor, and Jane found herself desperately hoping she’d have a soft quilt and pillow tonight - even if her captivity continued.

Markus exchanged a few more words with the man, booking a room. The bartender insisted on a steep discount. It was interesting, which people they came across that seemed to adore Markus or want him dead.

“I’ll be ten minutes,” Markus said, eying her with weariness that insulted Jane to her core. “Stay. Put.”

Jane flipped him off, glaring at his retreating back.

The reprieve from him was a relief - though she immediately noticed how other patrons looked at her more openly with Markus absent. Jane lowered her gaze and guzzled her water, requesting a human menu from the barkeep.

Her pumpkin soup had just arrived when she heard — or rather felt — Markus’ return. She’d recognize his heavy, self-assured gait anywhere. She looked up and felt her own body go rigid.

He’d cleaned himself up, and she barely recognized him. The unruly golden scruff he sported had been neatly trimmed, accentuating his strong jaw. It made his green eyes somehow look brightly — gods, they were practically sparkling in the firelight as he crossed the room. Something wet dribbled onto her chest. Jane looked down with a start, realizing her next sip of water had missed her mouth completely.

Markus was well aware of the dozen or so eyes tracking his approach — transformed from the grimy bouncer Hunter that had entered the establishment. One human walked into a wall, spilling his mug of ale. Markus caught the eye of a shy giant woman serving a corner table and smiled — the kind of smile that made one wish they’d been the one to arrive with him, or had a chance of leaving by his side.

The room held its breath as he selected his seat at the bar behind Jane.

“You stayed. Good girl,” he grunted. Then, he frowned. Jane was gaping slightly when he reached out and pinched her chin between a finger and thumb. She was pinned under his scrutiny. His touch was gentle. His skin smelled like the forest and something cleaner and spicier. It was like another giant had been traveling with her.

His thumb touched the water on her chin.

“You’re making a mess of yourself,” he murmured. She wondered if he was toying with her, knowing the power he wielded when he let his voice drop to such a low, resonate timbre.

“You smell good,” Jane replied, not bothering to hide her shock.

Markus’ expression twitched with humor. “You don’t have to sound so surprised.”

“Yes,” she said, pushing his hand away. Hating how she was acutely aware of the memory of those digits on her burning cheeks. “Yes, I think I do. You like the attention, don’t you?”

Markus leaned back in his seat, his muscles pulling at the sleeves of his simple shirt as he surveyed the room. “Doesn’t hurt anyone,” he drawled.

[marydublinauthor]

i love your “random drabbles” so much! short and sweet (haha). hope you have a wonderful day!

Aww thank you this means so much!! 🥺❤️ I’m eager to get back to them. I have a backlog of requests that I haven’t forgotten about!

You’re in luck btw - I have three NEW drabbles scheduled for next week! Micah and Everly and Markus and Jane 🎉❤️ all SFW this round

[marydublinauthor]

Random gt drabbles: Poolside

Characters: Micah/Everly

Safe for work • @kendsleyauthor

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The music video had wrapped ten minutes ago, but Everly couldn’t bring herself to look away. The shoot had been at the most luxe, colorful hotel in Chicago. From the moment she’d seen the bizarre art hanging proudly in the lobby, she knew this place was perfect for Micah’s brand. She wondered idly if he was rich enough now to buy this place. A rooftop infinity pool stretched to a breathtaking view of the Windy City. She never dreamed of seeing a view like this firsthand while in the Burrow.

While the crew deprepped the lighting and video equipment, Everly shied under a pool chair to stay out of the way. This was only a print-friendly set because Micah Tate sauntered in with his $600 sunglasses and her in the crook of his arm — not because any human would be particularly careful if she were to get in the way.

“Hey, Ev. Finish this for me?”

She glanced up, surprised to see Micah had made his way over to her. He spotted her when everyone else so easily overlooked a lone Print’s presence on set. He leaned out of the pool, a stemless glass offered.

Glancing around at the emptying rooftop, she emerged. She accepted the fake rosé they’d been using in the shoot and gulped at it. She coughed, eyes widening.

“Oh — This is real?”

“I don’t fake everything,” Micah pouted. He took the glass from her and finished it. Her eyes lingered on the hollow of his throat. It was so different to see him bare, without his makeup and elaborate suits.

“No? What about this?” She patted his chin. The tease slipped out of her effortlessly. She tapped his lip. “Or this?”

Micah’s easy grin flickered. Something animal flashed in his dark eyes - it frightened her and made her insides pull towards him all at once.

“Tell me if I’m faking this,” he purred.

She squealed as he nuzzled her, brushing a kiss to the little bit of skin revealed by her collar. His hand wrapped around her waist and she protested that he was making her wet. She should have kept her mouth shut.

Micah solved that little problem by pulling her into the pool with him.

[marydublinauthor]

Missing my random gt drabbles rn ����

Random gt drabbles: Flight

Requested by: @smolgloves

Request: Size shifter AU / Jon and Sylv/ pure fluff/ elegant mansion

A/N: thank you guys for all the wonderful prompts on my “choose my next Shot in the Dark short” — I’m so excited to write them all! ✨✨✨✨

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Before Jon could shut the door, Sylvia had already launched from his shoulder and was excitedly flying about the interior of the first floor. He couldn’t blame her curiosity for spiking here; compared to his humble house, the velvety curtains, ornate light fixtures, and sparking surfaces must’ve felt like a castle to her.

“Don’t get stuck anywhere,” Jon called out.

He was mostly joking.

As he approached the winding, well-lit staircase, her wings buzzed back into earshot. She was breathless as she plopped back onto his shoulder as though she had struggled to make a full lap around the apartment. “This place is huge! Cliff lives here alone?”

“Yeah.”

“Seems like a waste.”

“Honestly, Cliff would probably agree with you,” Jon said, taking care to climb the stairs slowly while she adjusted her perch. “A lot of this stuff was handed down to him.”

He felt her stare at the framed family heirlooms adorning the wall that led to the second floor. It was a timeline of the Everett empire triumph, complete with old newspaper clippings, family photos, and crystalline awards in shadow boxes. It wasn’t until the landing of the second floor that Cliff showed up in any photos at all.

Without warning, Sylvia tensed on Jon’s shoulder. This was the only warning he got before she threw herself into the air again, making Jon flinch as she flew right past his face. Recovering, he followed to see what had caught her eye. She had her face pressed to the glass of an antique plate that was displayed on an open shelf. He snorted fondly. Though its colored panes, she must’ve seeing how the first floor looked in hues of blues and greens.

“Is he a prince or something?” She asks. “Look at all this stuff! Why does he keep it all?”

She landed on the shelf, walking between other heirlooms. As she turned, her flared wings knocked a vintage fountain pen from its place. Jon dove to catch it, breathless as he returned it delicately to the wood holster. Sylvia had not even noticed his plight, too transfixed now on a mirrored figurine. It was twice her height, and she was playing with her hair in the reflection.

Jon chewed his lip. He forgot sometimes, how adorable she was at her true size — or rather, his true size. He could’ve watched her toy with her reflection all afternoon.

He cleared his throat. “Listen, you mind if I hold you? I promised to grab his computer for him, not break his valuables.”

To his surprise, she walked to the edge of the shelf without argument. Jon nearly had to cross his eyes as she hovered closely before his face. She reached out and gave the tip of his nose a playful pat. “I never mind when you hold me,” she said, sinking down to seat herself in his cupped hand.

Jon felt his cheeks pinkening, but he knew it was a fruitless battle to conceal the effect she had on him. It took him a moment to tear his gaze off her impish smile and remember where Cliff’s bedroom was.

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Random gt drabbles: Tackle

Short #1 Request from my SITD prompt!

Requested by: @kendsleyauthor

Request: Cliff and Oliver, dark future AU, fluffy + steamy, lush forest

A/N: the amount of Cliff and Oliver that was requested omg THANK you 🥹 they are the moment rn

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As the sun set behind the distant mountains, the forest became drenched in amber hues. Cliff had ventured out to forage with six of the safehouse fairies, hoping to maximize a harvest of wild parsnips that grew nearby. The rest of the crew had flown inside ahead, but Cliff was taking his time on the rugged terrain, still nursing an ugly bruise on his left leg from a recent mission. Zia had healed the worst of it, but bruises were particularly tricky to resolve, even for advanced healers.

One fairy remained, keeping pace in flight beside him.

In a month’s time, Oliver had already adjusted well to life with the Safehouse community. Still, Cliff couldn’t help but notice how he seemed to stay bonded to him after their trial in the wilderness. Generally speaking, Oliver’s discretion wasn’t exactly his strongest quality. Cliff had caught him staring at him a number of times over the past weeks, always averting his gaze like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“I’ve literally never heard anyone who hates parsnips,” Oliver was berating.

“I think it’s because everyone you know grew up eating moss, and it shows,” Cliff said, smirking at his own joke.

A small, playful jolt of electricity zinged through his leather jacket.

“We did not have moss in my home village,” Oliver grumbled. “For your information, it was a dried algae, and it was delicious.”

“Serve that with some fries, and I’m set.”

“Listen,” Oliver said. “I know you’re joking, but that would actually taste really…”

He sucked in a sharp breath as a shadow crossed over their path. They paused to observe a hawk gliding through the trees overhead, on the hunt as dusk strengthened.

Oliver cursed, blood draining from his face.

“Come on, we should get a move on,” he said, flying faster. His flight pattern became erratic — obviously spooked.

Cliff quickened his pace to match. “You want a pocket?”

“It’s fine. Let’s just hurry.”

But as he spoke, the adorable dumbass flew straight through a spiderweb strung in a bush, tangling his wings in the thick, dew-covered threads. His flight immediately began to falter, dropping him closer to the ground with every dialed wing beat.

“Should’ve taken me up on the pocket,” Cliff called.

He was still catching up when a shrill scream came from above. For a moment, it felt like time slowed down, and horror gripped Cliff’s insides. Oliver’s frantic flapping had caught the hawk’s eye.

It dove down.

Cliff sprinted, closing the distance and putting his body between the bird and Oliver. Momentum barreled him forward. Instinct took over. He clapped his hands around Oliver’s fragile body and crushed him to his chest, rolling to land hard on his side.

Panting, Cliff watched the hawk veer off to another part of the forest in search of an easier meal. He released Oliver onto the forest floor and rolled over top of him.

“You okay?” Cliff demanded.

Oliver’s small body shuffled against the fallen leaves as he gasped for air, making sense of his surroundings. His blue eyes widened when he looked up at the new source of the shadow over him.

“Y-yeah.”

“Damn birds. Never realized what a menace they were until I started rooming with fairies.” Cliff brushed out some of the spiderweb out of Oliver’s hair with his thumb. Little broken pieces of leaves and dirt were scattered across his clothes.

The way Oliver’s little head whipped around to follow the path of Cliff’s hand, up to his wide shoulders and chest and the rest of him walling him in… Cliff clenched his jaw. He felt the familiar urge to apologize for being so impsosing and too big for their world.

But the way Oliver’s chest was heaving wasn’t from fear. His expression was so precious, and he was safe, and there was something magnetic in the air now.

He didn’t know why— why here? why now?—but it was as tangible as the forest around them. Like a gentle, guiding hand, it pulled Cliff down slowly until he shut his eyes and Oliver’s stunned expression vanished.

He let his lips fall against Oliver’s face with the gentlest pressure he could manage. Cliff lingered there for a moment, enthralled with the sensation of those delicate features against his skin.

He pulled back, scrutinizing any emotion in those tiny blue eyes carefully.

“Thank you,” Oliver finally said, flushed like a spring tomato. They gaped at each other for a while longer before he added, “You could do that again, if you wanted.”

Cliff shifted on his knees, his shadow dancing over Oliver’s prone body. “Do you want me to?”

“Yes. Please.”

Cliff arched an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You look like you’ve barely caught your breath.”

“Breathing is overrated,” Oliver said with a flippant gesture.

Cliff grinned and dove down.

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Random Gt drabbles: Reunion

Characters: Jane and Markus

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“Tomorrow, Lady Jane. You must be so excited,” said the maid putting jeweled pins in Jane’s hair. Jane saw her own impassive expression in the mirror - she knew her answer was hardly a ruse to any of Eoin’s staff. She simply didn’t have the energy. She was getting married tomorrow. It was simply a fact. An obligation. The agreed upon price for a thief’s freedom.

When she had some time alone in her room before dinner, she gazed at her reflection for a time longer. She practiced her smile, trying to force a sparkle into her eyes. The wedding gown was a lavish parade of white tulle and hand-stitched silver embroidery. Tonight’s rehearsal gown sat more singly against her body in a silken, river-colored fabric. She brushed her hand against her sleeve, unable to help but think—

I was wearing this color when I first met him.

— and Markus’ face flashed in her mind’s eye. It felt like much longer than a week that she had first met him in the forest. Or rather, when he had preyed upon her. It had been another week since she’d seen him last, and she knew she had to quell the ache of his absence.

He wasn’t coming back.

It was time to move on.

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The rehearsal was tasteful and uneventful. Jane knew her lines, as did Eoin, and she had to admit he knew how to throw a party. His estate by the shore was sprawling. In the vast field behind the pavilion, lanterns and a small feast was set up to follow the gathering. The sun sat just below the treetops, casting a golden glow on everything.

Jane was sipping on champagne and wishing it was whiskey when a sharp noise came from the woods. The dozens of guests stalled in their conversation to watch a flock of birds scatter. Someone laughed about a coyote, and they settled.

Until a man’s scream followed.

Jane drew away from Eoin’s side, her gaze fixed on the treeline across the pasture’s end. A man burst from the forest at a full-on sprint.

The earth shivered. Hairs prickled on her neck. It trembled low and distant, but growing in strength. A rhythm. Jane sucked in a breath and dropped her champagne.

The man approached, shouting incoherently. He was covered head to toe in mud as though he’d bathed in it. He stumbled through the stunned crowd and made a beeline for the master of the land.

“I’m sorry! My lord, I-I’m sorry,” he cried, throwing himself at Eoin’s feet. “I c-couldn’t stop him, I’m sorry.”

“Good lord man,” Eoin said, shoving him off. There was mud on his nice trousers. “Get ahold of yourself. What happened to you?”

“He made me tell… He forced me, I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. You’re all in danger.”

Jane’s heart raced. Eoin gripped her arm as a giant’s strong silhouette emerged, matching the trees in height - outmatching some. They bent to his whim as he pushed through the outliers and strode onto the field.

Eoin jerked her with him. “We need to go - now.” She resisted, and he tried to drag her. Jane stomped on his foot and tore away from him, into the chaos of the confused and frightened guests.

She wasn’t sure if he could spot her at a distance, but she knew with cosmic certainty that his green eyes were looking for her. He was here for her.

As the crowd scattered in the terror, Jane bolted right to Markus’ feet. Her skirts danced over her knees as she sprinted, stumbling in dips in the earth and not caring.

“I thought you’d gone,” she called up. “I thought you’d left me.”

His knees dropped to the ground, and his hand was suddenly around her again. “My invitation must’ve been delayed. I had to track you.”

She laughed like a wild woman through tears. “You’re a terrible tracker, then. Are you new at this?”