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gtanddragons · 2 years

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Back with another old AA fic, woo! This one is a fair bit longer than what I usually post, and it’s (thankfully) more well-edited since I wrote it for @acetrainerhope‘s birthday a couple years ago. ^^

This one involves borrower!Franziska and Maya meeting for the first time, when they’re both about 13 years old! I thought it would be pretty fun/ironic if the von Karmas lived in the Fey & Co. Law Offices, so here they be. >v>

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(Deep breaths.

In, out.

You will be flawless. There is no other option.)

Franziska swallows thickly, even as she looks out over the sprawling expanse of the massive office space before her. From her perch on the bookshelf, she can see it all: the sofa tucked into the corner of the room, the light from a streetlamp outside dimly reflecting off of one of the framed posters on the walls… all is silent at this time of the night.

Her task should be easy enough; she just needs to rappel down the bookshelf, swing across the gap to land atop the desk, and collect two paperclips-- maybe some push-pins, if she’s lucky. Then, rappel once more down the side of the desk to the floor, where she can then make her way to one of her family’s hidden entrances behind the bookshelves.

Relatively quick and efficient-- she feels a brief surge of pride, even despite her anxiety. Of course the plan was perfect, and the entrances and exits perfect, too; she would expect no less from her Papa and his decades of borrowing experience.

(Relax, Franziska. Being perfect on an expedition this simple will be a cinch.)

As far as she was aware, thirteen years of age was considered rather… early for a borrower to go out on their first solo expedition, but she’s a von Karma, damn it! She can do this. She was born ready. She--

She looks out over the ledge, feeling a wave of vertigo threatening to take over her stomach.

(...N...No… I…)

Franziska clenches her fists, feeling the dig of her nails in the skin of her palms. Before her own racing, terrified thoughts can continue, she snaps out her grappling hook with an aggressive thwack.

(A von Karma will not be bested by heights!)

Clack-- THUNK!

Franziska huffs even as the grappling hook lodges into the wood of the bookshelf, ignoring the persistent stinging in her eyes. With a sharp tug-- and a satisfying lack of give-- she closes her eyes…

...And steps backwards off the ledge.

She lets out a sharp yelp despite herself as she plunges into open air, but she’s quickly brought back into reality as gravity, and her own momentum, cause her to swing back towards the bookshelves, and to whack her shin with a sharp crack against the unforgiving wood.

Her grip tightens on the rope, a sudden surge of rage flooding her entire body. She kicks off from the second ledge, shooting off into open air once more-- lowering herself further, to the third shelf. Another kick, another, steadier descent-- and, finally, finally, she’s only a little higher than the desk.

(It’s time.)

She steadies herself on the fourth ledge down, her grip tightening on the rope in her hands and tugging it tightly between her clenched fists.

(I can do this!)

Her legs seem to move on their own-- backing away, before starting forward-- faster, faster, she has to go faster!

She’s jumping and the ledge is gone, the rope drawing taut in her hands even as she soars-- her heart is stilled. Nothing exists but her and the speed, the open air, the-- the--!

Her feet hit the surface of the desk with a loud clunk, the momentum sending her reeling forwards… but after a moment of stunned silence, Franziska stamps her foot and snaps the rope tight between her fists once more. An elated, high-pitched squeal escapes her lips before she can stop it, a delighted giggle slipping out with it.

(I… did it! I did it!! I DID IT!!!!)

With a flick of her wrist, the grappling hook is dislodged from the bookshelves looming above the desk, falling nigh to the floor and quietly thumping against the desk before she begins to reel it back up. A smug look settles on her face even as she hefts the coil back over her shoulder. Now, where was she--?

Cli-click…

Franziska freezes.

...Thump… thump, thump… click!

A wave of horror crashes down on her, even as, in the distance… the door leading to the office’s main entrance…

(The light… the light switch… there’s light shining from underneath the door!

Someone is coming!)

In a blind panic, Franziska darts behind what she can-- the base of the desk lamp will, hopefully, keep her shielded from any prying eyes… she hopes.

Much to her chagrin, the footsteps continue, leading into the office and opening the door with a slow creak.

“Urgh… she didn’t say it was gonna be this creepy in here at night…”

Franziska winces even as the lights are switched on, temporarily blinding her even as she huddles tighter to the base of the lamp.

(Please, don’t come any closer… please…!)

From her vantage point, she can’t make out much-- though, the sound of the approaching voice… she thinks she’s heard it before. It’s childish, not the voice of the office’s most common human resident, but she’d heard it once before when the office had switched owners, on moving day…

“Mmghh… I can’t believe she expects me to tell the difference between all these dumb files… they all look the same,” the voice mutters-- and, with a start, Franziska realizes that it’s practically coming from right on top of her.

“...AM-2… AM-2… Mmm…”

The footsteps are drawing closer, closer-- they’re rounding the desk and--

Franziska’s heart stops.

Towering above her is a human girl adorned in lavender robes, a seemingly-endless cascade of black hair tumbling over her shoulders and down her back, and--

She can’t seem to breathe, much less move, even as their gazes lock-- gray on gray, a moment of silence between the two of them… and then…

The human’s eyes widen even as she leans in closer-- closer, she’s too close!-- and it finally jumpstarts Franziska’s heart into a deafening roar. She’s running for her life in a flash, ignoring the surprised yelp that comes from behind her. She’s frantically unraveling the grappling hook even as she flees-- if she can just--!

“W-wait!”

It’s not coming undone fast enough she’s getting too close to the ledge, she can’t--!

B r e a t h l e s s.

For what feels like the thousandth time tonight, a completely weightless sensation overtakes the young borrower, her stomach dropping and leaving her behind, leaving her alone, leaving her with… with…

...With the pressure around her body.

Her heart slams desperately against the cage of her chest even as she’s lifted up-- held in place by a human hand, a human hand like the ones Papa told her about, the ones that crushed borrowers in one squeeze, the ones that effortlessly tugged arms and legs free from their--!

She can’t help it.

Franziska begins to sob.

An incomprehensible string of words floods from her mouth even as she cries-- begging, pleading, shrieking, rage-- she doesn’t want to die. Not on her very first borrowing expedition. Not so young. Not like this.

(Papa--! Miles--! Please…!)

“I-- oh gosh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to--!”

(…?)

The grip around her… at first, she thinks she’s imagining it as a final act of desperation, but no-- it’s loosening. Her stomach drops again as she’s hurriedly moved-- but this time, she’s being moved back down.

Her feet touch the desk, and she’s left staring, stunned, at the massive, retreating hand that had so easily snatched her up.

Trembling. She’s trembling, but she’s alive, and those huge, gray eyes are peering down at her even still. But they don’t… they don’t seem malicious, no. Not the way Papa always described them. They’re big, compared to the human’s face-- a soft face, barely past the years of childhood, so very unlike Papa’s-- or even Miles’, these days.

Soft, like her own face. This human girl can’t be much older than she is, herself… and she looks almost just as ready to cry as Franziska is, too.

“I-I’m so sorry,” the human blurts out, clasping her hands together and covering her mouth worriedly. “I-I didn’t mean to scare you, I just thought you were about to-- to jump, and--!”

A little girl. A little girl like her.

“And-- and I’m… I’m…”

Franziska can only watch in what she could only describe as a ‘the world as I know it is crumbling around me’ sort of way.

“I’m so sorry, again-- are you okay…?”

Franziska blinks, even as the girl bites her thumb and nervously stares down at her.

Waiting for an answer. Conversing, like… like a borrower. Not trying to crush her to death or cage her like in the stories.

“I’m fine,” Franziska croaks numbly.

(I’m fine.

I’m alive.)

“Thank goodness!” The girl chirps, before sheepishly rubbing her arm. “I, um… Oh, I shouldn’t be rude, um… rude-er, I mean-- m-my name is Maya! Maya Fey! What’s… do you have a name, too?”

(Fey. That name sounds familiar…)

“Franziska,” she manages. And then, she finally straightens up, shakily adjusting the grappling hook and rope slung around her shoulder. “...Franziska von Karma.”

Maya blinks in surprise, lowering her clasped hands from her mouth ever so slightly. If she’d been expecting a response to her question, it certainly didn’t seem like it.

“Oh! U-um!”

She pauses once more before regaining traction, rocking back and forth on her heels and shooting the borrower before her a small smile.

“That’s… that’s a really neat name! It’s so fancy, like something out of a storybook!”

(...Fancy…?)

Franziska can feel her face heating up even as she bites her lip.

“W-well…”

She suddenly tenses up-- and so does Maya-- as a woman’s voice calls out in the distance.

“Maya! Do you need help finding it?”

“N-no!” Maya shouts back. Franziska winces, her hands immediately shooting up to clap over her ears. “Uh-- I’ve got it; just one sec, sis!”

Maya bites her lip, her gaze lingering on Franziska for a moment longer before shifting so she can peer up at the bookshelves. “...Yyyyyyyoouuuu wouldn’t happen to know how to find a case file, would you?”

Franziska winces at that. If she lets on that she does know how to sort through the files-- Papa liked to read through them sometimes-- then she’ll almost certainly be giving away the fact that she lives here… but…

Then again, if she doesn’t hurry to help, she’ll have another human to contend with.

“AM-2, was it?” Franziska prods, and upon getting a somewhat startled, somewhat hopeful, nod from Maya, she gives the shelves a quick once-over. Even at this distance, she’s quickly able to point directly at one of the case files. “It’s on the second shelf from the bottom, there.”

Maya’s eyes widen even as she stoops down to check-- and with a triumphant smile, she comes back up with a manila folder clutched in her hands. Much to Franziska’s pleasure, she can see the bright, bold label of ‘AM-2’ from her position on the desk.

“Thanks!” Maya chirps. And then she glances between Franziska, down to the floor, and back. “...Oh, um! Did you need help down, Franzy?”

(Franzy?)

She quickly shakes her head. As genuinely kind as the human seems, she does not want to experience being picked up again… that, and she still has an expedition to complete. And although Maya seems a bit disappointed for a second at Franziska’s response, she soon perks up.

“Will I see you again?”

Franziska… hesitates.

It should be an immediate ‘no’. A borrower shouldn’t be interacting with a human, period-- and she doubts that Papa won’t freak out if he finds out that his own daughter had been speaking to one… held, even.

...But… somehow, she can’t bring herself to shake her head again.

“Maybe,” she finally settles upon, the word stinging guiltily on her lips… though, with it comes a quick flutter of her heart. A flutter of some strange sort of thrill-- the thrill of danger, perhaps? The thrill of such a big secret…?

“Maya, if you can’t find it, you can just ask for help--”

“No, no! I got it, I’m coming!” Maya shouts. Then she pauses to bite her lip before shooting Franziska a small smile. “...Sorry, I really have to get going… my big sis is waiting outside. But I’ll try to see you again-- soon, hopefully!”

She moves to take a step away from the desk before a flash of inspiration flickers in her gaze. She then bows in Franziska’s direction-- a deep bow, starting from the waist. Her eye level dips to the level of the desk’s surface.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Madame von Karma. May the stars align for, um… for your health, and prosperity, and… uh…” she pauses before suddenly straightening up, clapping her hands together with a smile. “And for us to meet again in the coming seasons! Sorry, I haven’t exactly gotten that one down yet… but I’ll get it perfect by the next time I see you!”

Franziska blinks… and then, finally, despite herself-- a soft smile works its way onto her face.

“...Perfect, hm…? I… I look forward to hearing it next time, Ms. Fey.”

Even as Maya hastily waves and rushes out the office door-- switching the lights back off as an afterthought-- Franziska finds it hard to move from where she’s standing, that strange, warm feeling in her chest that had caused her to involuntarily smile like cotton, clogging up her thoughts.

After a few moments, though, Franziska swallows thickly and begins to gather what she needs from the desk-- she’s taken long enough, already, and she doesn’t want to worry Papa needlessly. Maybe she should grab a few extra rubber bands, too… that could, perhaps, make up for her lost time, even if the extra weight will be harder to carry...

Though, she remains blissfully unaware of the steel-gray eyes staring down at her from the very top of the bookshelves-- she’s too far away to hear the telltale rustle of fabric even as her observer clutches the cloth at his neck hard enough to whiten his knuckles.

#WHEW there we go #still had to edit it a fair amount because unfortunately. I used way too many em-dashes #...there are still a lot of them but you know what it's fine don't worry about it #Giant/tiny #g/t writing #astral makes stuff #aa g/t #the writing corner #fandom g/t

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tinylittleenby · 2 years

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0_0 Size Shifter Richie Tozier. Desperately trying to stay calm during the "I know your secret" scene in the park so he doesn't shrink. It being a gamble of whether he shrinks or grows when he feels too seen, sometimes able to shrink away and run, other times feeling like everyone is LOOKING at him and he can't get away from their gaze and they KNOW so he grows, forced to be looked at. Part of why he makes so many jokes about Eddie's size, is to deflect from the subtle growth he experiences, so full up on love that his body feels like it needs to shift to accommodate it. Richie, physically shaking from the effort to stay normal sized as he holds onto Eddie and tell him how brave he is, wanting to just grow and hold him and take him away from this awful place. Richie, wishing he had when he sees Eddie torn through. He thinks for a moment he's going to shrink, get smaller and smaller until he's a spec of dust in this cavern. But the look of horror on Eddie's face, the way he whimpers out Richie's name. Rage and grief fills him, and Eddie isn't pulled away, a large hand coming and gripping the offending monstrous leg and snapping it with ease, causing Pennywise to howl in pain. He acts like a shield, covering his friends as they gather together, as Eddie tells him what he knows. They defeat Pennywise, Richie holding his friends as they hold It's heart and crush it. Giant Richie, holding his friends close, hidden in his dirty shirt, cradled close to his chest, using the hand not holding Eddie's body to dig them out from under Neibolt disregarding the way the cavern stones rip through his skin. Pulling through the ground, uncaring for the damage he does, before putting down his friends at the edge of the hole, before crawling out himself, rapidly shrinking. His friends gather around him and Eddie, an exhausted Richie curling small into his neck. They think Eddie's gone, until a sluggish hand comes part way up as if to hold Richie. After that it blurs. When the ambulance arrives, Bill rides with a half-truth about Eddie being his brother, Tiny Richie curled up hidden in his shirt pocket, hearing Bill's heart and regulating his breathing to it, trying to stay awake and tune in to the frantic voices of the EMTs before passing out from exhaustion. Richie stays small for a long while after, riding in his friend's pockets as they make camp in the emergency room waiting area. It makes it easy to take him back to the Inn, despite his fighting, managing to convince him to wash off in the sink while they grab clean clothes for when he eventually grows back to normal. When they get the all-clear from the nurses, Eddie is stable and can have a few brief visitors, Richie's back to normal size. But if he shrinks small again in Eddie's room, curled up and weeping feather-light on his chest with Eddie's drug-heavy hand around his back, well, the Losers aren't going to say anything

#giant tiny #g/t #g/t fandom #fandom g/t #It Ch2 #size shifter #reddie #Im trying to use as little fandom tags as possible bc I. have not actually seen the movie. but I have read so much about these characters

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kaijuross · 11 days

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Barney when he can’t find his tiny octopus gf but then one of her tentacles touch his hand

#giant/tiny #g/t #meme #fandom g/t #mer oc

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alice-angel12x · 9 months

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Borrower AU (welcome Home Au)

AU is Created by @cloudy-dreams. a human being transferred to the neighborhood, with a noticeable difference in their appearance, is that they’re small. I had a giant brain rot for this Au. Check out more of @cloudy-dreams Au Here.

Here is my Idea of Borrower Y/n. I like to imagine this little borrower being a bit more adventurous and even a bit... Rebellious. Cause according to Cloudy-dreams, Wally absolutely not letting Y/N leave home.

So This little borrower does everything in their power to escape home. And they Did.

Only cause Home, one day took pity on the 5 to 6-inch tall neighbor. Home gave them a 10-minute head start while they kept Wally inside.

Y/n used this time to explore. Bully Eddie with their intimidating small frame, and tried to haggle prices with Howdy.

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schwarzgeier · 26 days

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God I'm never going to finish these wips, so I might as well post them and not let them rot in my folders. Too many thoughts ,not enough time.

#I do plan on hopefuly making sketch sheet for all replikas #maybe even giving them all wings of their bird counterparts too #as someone in reblog tags mentioned #Hhh but also the paino. The piano painting. T h e p a i n o p a i n t i n g.#also thank you everyone for all the reblogs and kind words it makes me happy i can contribute smth nice to this amazing game and fandom #yall make me wanna draw even more #my art #signalis #signalis fanart #doodles #elster #ariane yeong #falke #kolibri #star #eule #storch

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gtbutterfly · 12 days

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Thinking about tinies feeling bad that they can't do more for their giant friend/partner.

Like, the giant can protect the tiny physically from danger with their massive size, but also comfort the tiny, hold them in their arms and hands, hold them to their chest to warm them up, rub and massage their back with a single finger, carry the tiny over long distances so they don't have to walk, etc.

And what can the tiny do for the giant? They're too small to protect them in any way, or to give them a proper good hug or massage. Obviously, carrying them or warming them up with their body heat is out of the question. They could comfort the giant emotionally, but in most cases that's what the giant is doing for the tiny, and the tiny wouldn't know how to do that anyways.

So the tiny feels like they're useless to their giant, and they're a bad friend or partner for them because they can't do anything for them, regardless of if the giant feels the same way. And when they end up talking to the giant about this, the giant holds and comforts them, making them sure that they don't need to be useful or do anything for the giant to be important to them, and that they care for them no matter what.

#g/t #gt community #g/t community #giant/tiny #sfw g/t #giant tiny #g/t writing #gt writing #gt fluff #gt prompts #gt ideas #g/t fandom #g/t fluff #gianttiny #g/t prompts #writing prompt #giant #g/t scenario

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nuesae · 4 months

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she's getting held

did this a while ago, thought I should post it.

#tadc g/t #the amazing digital circus #tadc fandom #tadc ragatha #tadc pomni #g/t #tadc fanart #buttonblossom #pomni x ragatha #jesterdoll #ragapom

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ratnamedlab · 1 year

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In which Farmer gets a bit careless

The fun little meeting fic for my sdv borrower thing <o3(__)~~~

Farmer had been in Pelican Town for a few months, now. They honestly love the little valley. They have plenty of food, water, and all of the essentials. Plus, they have a house to themself! A borrower's paradise, really. Farmer had also been having a lot of fun messing with the human residents of the town. Other than the shock that was meeting Rasmodius, they didn't know about the borrower's existence, which opened the door for many opportunities for Farmer to get to know them better. They learned the town's likes and dislikes, and all of the small-town gossip. Which lead to this moment, where Farmer was delivering a pomegranate to one of their personal favorite villagers.

Elliott, like most members of Pelican Town, had been getting mysterious gifts delivered to him. He normally wouldn't mind that, it would've meant that he had a secret admirer! Which, that would've been a lovely plot point in a romance novel. However... the gifts somehow appeared inside of his house. Which was rather... disconcerting. So, he hatched up a plan. The gifts only appeared if he was out of his little beach cabin, or if he was asleep. Elliott decided that he would pretend to be asleep, as to catch whoever had been breaking into his home and leaving him gifts.

That night, Farmer picked one of their prized pomegranates and make the long trek to the beach. They wiggled underneath the door, and then climbed up the frame, unlocking it and using their body weight to swing it open. The borrower walked back outside and rolled the pomegranate in, throwing their hook onto the table and ferrying it up. Farmer grinned in pride as they finally set it down, and then turned around to go back down the thread of their hook to go before the author woke up...

And stared straight into the wide eyes of the human who was now sitting up in his bed, decidedly not asleep.

#sdv borrower au #giant/tiny #g/t #fandom g/t #g/t scenario #pls be kind this is my first time writing fanfic in a bit ;-;

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thefanciestborrower · 4 months

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SHUT UP NO ONE LOOK AT ME

#JFNWDHHSKWJEHSHA I don’t even have an excuse for this one #I just. Hhhhhhhhhh I love him #soft vore #safe vore #fandom vore #g/t vore #arts #dc vore

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jgvfhl · 9 months

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Watching tumblr compress the quality of this comic took about 2 years off my life. Anyway >_>

@yeenybeanies here it is!! Fully complete and all and uhhhhh it's super cute. For those unfamiliar with hyena's fic Make It Better on Ao3, please go read it. This is a scene from Chapter 9 and it made me laugh imagining Soap's lil leggies wiggling uselessly bc his not boyfriend yoinked him away from the card reader. There is an image description in alt text. @mysticalgalaxysalad @cod-dump

#i do the doodles #cod fanart #soapghost #ghoap au #ghoap #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #g/t #also hyena if you want a better quality look at this i can discord it to you #literally fuck ghost's tattoo #like i know that's an agreement among the artists in the fandom #but seriously... fuck that tattoo

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gtanddragons · 2 years

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Posting yet another old drabble I wrote a couple years ago, this one is also from my old Shifter!Apollo AU. ^^ I had the idea that Klavier and Apollo were investigating a decrepit building when it suddenly collapsed, forcing Apollo to shift up larger than he’s ever been before. >v> Maybe one of these days I’ll actually be able to combine my ideas into a cohesive fic, but for now, y’all get a snippet from the old patchwork quilt of ideas.

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His entire body is tensed up, aching where rubble had fallen and left bruises and scratches behind.

Apollo winces and lifts his head from where it’d been tucked in— his ears are ringing, even now, despite the dead, almost-eerie silence in the air. Every movement shakes off a little more rubble at a time, every movement a painful, yet somewhat relieving, reminder that he’d somehow survived an entire building crashing down on him.

He wearily blinks, slowly beginning to register movement against his chest— impossibly tiny movements, squirming and struggling—

...Oh. Right. His grip loosens, giving the small figure clutched tightly to his chest a little more room to move.

“—ce! Herr Justice! Are you alright?!”

Apollo slowly blinks, continuing to process where he is— curled up on his side with his knees drawn almost to his chest, Prosecutor Gavin held protectively in his hands— and whether or not he is, in fact, alright.

He’s not too sure about that last one.

But as he adjusts, shifting his hands so that Klavier is free to step out of his grasp and to the ground, he pushes an exhausted attempt at a smile, anyway. “‘M fine,” he croaks. “‘P-Pollo... Justice is. Fine.”

It’s weak— he probably inhaled too much dust and debris to use his infamous Chords of Steel for a while— but nevertheless, it makes him feel a little better. Klavier, on the other hand, doesn’t look so convinced. The prosecutor pauses before tentatively reaching a hand up and settling it on Apollo’s cheek.

Such a small, delicate touch. It dully registers in the back of Apollo’s head that he’d never shifted up anywhere near this tall before— fifteen feet at the most, maybe almost twenty— but now, Klavier looks so... so small. No taller than Apollo’s thumb— and Apollo hadn’t even meant to shift up this much. Didn’t know how he’d managed it, couldn’t explain it aside from a rush of adrenaline and fear.

“You… you saved my life,” Klavier manages. There’s a tinge of disbelief to his tone. “I... Thank you.”

“Mmmmnnno prob,” Apollo mumbles, unable to resist the heaviness in his eyelids. The adrenaline from earlier was starting to wear off, making way for sheer exhaustion, and with it—

He’s not controlling it, but surely, steadily, he’s starting to shift back down. It doesn’t stop when his eyes are both level with a rather surprised Klavier, or even when the man is now standing over him, both of them at a perfectly normal human height.

No, he doesn’t stop shifting down and he’s almost... almost afraid it won’t stop— until finally, finally, the shifting eases away. And for once, as he notices that Klavier’s polished-black shoes are taking up his entire line of sight— and even as he tiredly watches those all-too-familiar hands reach for him, lifting him up as easily as though he were a feather— he doesn’t feel a single bit of the usual anxiety.

Chalk it up to his own exhaustion, maybe, or perhaps for another, more sentimental reason— but he doesn’t feel like protesting being at Prosecutor Gavin’s mercy. Doesn’t resist even as he’s checked for injuries, his shirt ever-so-gently pushed up by a careful fingertip, doesn’t mind the low rumble of Klavier’s voice— he’s frantically mumbling to himself in a slew of German that Apollo couldn’t hope to understand even if he were fully conscious— and... The man’s thumb lingers against his cheek. Apollo closes his eyes entirely, leaning into the warm, gentle touch.

...He finds that he certainly doesn’t mind that, especially.

Maybe he’d care later. Maybe he’d throw a fit about having his personal space invaded by those gentle hands later, or object to being tucked into the warm crook of the rockstar’s neck, blanketed by a hand and listening to the soothing drum of Klavier’s pulse, rocked back and forth by the man’s hurried steps away from the ruins of the building they’d been investigating.

But for now, as he drifts off into a deep, contented sleep— grateful that he’d managed to save the comforting, currently-towering presence around him— he doubts that there’s any place he would rather be.

#obligatory old writing disclaimer blah blah blah #anyways yeah! hoping I can eventually post something a little longer again one of these days jfgjnhk #aa g/t #g/t writing #astral makes stuff #fandom g/t #the writing corner

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