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trash----panda · 23 days

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Gt thing i dreamed about

The smaller inhabitants of this planet have no idea how long this massive creature has been here, they call it the Wanderer, most avoid it cause of how large it is. It travels all over the continent, searching for strange obelisks, the Mink are a delivery sysytem of information, they monitor it's activities and report back to the public.

It was Shawn's turn to watch it, and for once, it tripped on a tree root, the device it was carrying breaking, it spoke a strange language he couldnt make out. It just sounded angry. Not too far away from himself he spotted a shiny little orb looking piece, without thinking much of it, he snuck out to collect it. As he was looking it over he noticed the Wanderer had gone silent. He looked up to see it starring down at him, his blood ran cold as his brain started to list the ways this thing could kill him. He braced himself when the thing reached out, squeezing his eyes shut...

"😅😀" it just took the piece he had and walked away. He paused, standing there for a moment before his legs finally gave out under him, what just happened.... RIGHT he had to report this. He struggled to stand, eventually making it to the nearest station, quickly notifying everyone. The system honestly wasnt the greatest, more like spreading gossip than information, you always had to hear it from someone.

Since Shawn made the discovery he requested to continue following it. Hurrying to catch up when permission was granted. When he spotted it it had found another obelisk. Setting the device down and pressing something against it, making it hum for a second before changing from a black to a dull green. Shawn watched dumbfounded, they never knew what those did but it seemed to like them a lot. He flinched when the Wanderer stood up, they didnt look so good, come to think of it he hadnt seen them eating before. They started moving again, but this got him thinking maybe this is why it tripped earlier. His little tail flicked around a bit as he thought, Garol wasnt far, maybe he could get supplies, he'd have to be fast though.

It took him just under an hour to get there and back, slowed by the fact he was carrying extra supplies. He was worried he'd lost track of the Wanderer. Lucky for him they'd seemed to collapse at some point after he left, he wasnt sure it was even alive. Being cautious as he approached it's face.

The eyes. Those big green eyes focused on him again, making his heart jump a little.

It furrowed it's brows a little, probably confused since the Minks usually avoided them. Shawn glanced at it's mouth, unsure how he should do this. Using his hand to gently tap their lips, pretty sure he was about to lose a hand. Surprisingly it seemed to comply, just as nervous as him opening it's mouth. This, homestly made him excited, it could be communicated with, he threw off his backpack and cautiously threw a few loafs of bread in for it, watching anxiously. He didnt even notice the hand coming up behind him, screaming a little when touched, it made the other recoil a bit before attempting again. He was tense but quickly relaxed when it pet him, making a soft noise he figured was supposed to be a thanks. He knew this was more to report but that wasnt an issue he was worried about.

As soon as they had some strength they got up to wander again, seeming to ignore Shawn's protest. He was hesitant but ended up climbing their leg to try and get up to their shoulder. For the first time he was pretty sure he scared the Wanderer for a second, when it made the same noise he did earlier, it probably didnt like people climbing on it but it resisited swatting him off. He settled in on it's shoulder, leaning against it's neck.

"if you're gonna go im going too" he knew it didnt understand

But he wanted to voice his actions regardless. The giant stood there a moment, starring, before starting to walk. They were slower and more tense with the other on them, afraid of knocking him off. He started to notice where they were going, he knew there was another obelisk this way but... there were also wolves, could this thing really beat those. He absent mindedly looked them over, trying to determine their fighting skills, not noticing till they shivered his tail was tickling their neck. He grabbed it and pulled it close. Apologizing.

Contrary to what others reported it did stop at night, sitting down by a tree with a soft sigh. Shawn carfully climbed down, telling it where he was going even if it didnt understand and running off to report. These newer reports had caught other's attention, the talk of near by towns being if they should approach it. The Baron still claimed they are not allowed to but that didnt stop rumors from spreading.

Shawn came back with a little extra bread, figuring he could feed it again. But it wasnt there. That's when his heart sank a little, it smelled like dog over here. He hurried over to the tree, grimacing when he saw the blood smearer against the bark. The grads near by tainted as well. He wanted to call out but... if those things found him. He heard a twig snap, something big approaching. It was that same feeling creeping up again, his legs wouldnt move, he could only watch as the Wanderer came out. Covered in cuts and bruises, dragging a carcass behind it. It didnt acknowledge him, he wasnt sure it could even see him in the darkness. It just tossed the wolf aside and started to prepare a camp fire. So thay's what it ate? Wolves? He didnt know what to think, his heart still racing as he watched it prepare. It lit the fire, turning around to collect the meat, finally spotting him. This time he knew for sure he scared it, it fell back with a yelp, he'd never seen something so big so scared of him. That was enought to break the tension, he laughed, his body relaxing a little as those same hands that once terrified him quickly started checking him for wounds. Like they werent the ones soaked in blood. He pushed them away gently, trying to reassure it, it took awhile but it finally backed off to cook. Glancing nervously at him every few minutes.

So it didnt have night vision and it worried about someone as small as Shawn. He started to think about it, noticing it checked him for wounds, but he didnt fight. It dawned on him, it couldnt see so it thought it hurt him. His tail wagged a little bit, watching this strange creature. This thing really was interesting.

It used the fur to repair it's clothes, carving bone into tools, preparing the meat to last over a travel, and burrying what it didnt use. That's why they never found what it ate, they burried it. He watched it scratch at a scab formed on it's neck, it probably didnt have any medicine, he was debating if he had the money to get enough to help something so big. He flinched a little when it approached him, offering it's hand so he didnt need to climb. He blushed a little before climbing on, being brought up to it's shoulder as carfully as it could. It walked with more confidence this time, probably helped it got actual food. He was a little more confident they were safe on this route after last night. His only real concern being what it will do when it encounters a lake in the way. This would be interesting.

It travelled till sunset, having to sit down again, offering him some of the meat which he happily ate, it was rare he got anything like wolf, not to mention travelled so far so fast. His train of thought was broken by a light coming from it's device. It was checking something, he assumed all the symbols were language. They pressed on the screen, pausing the string of information to reread it. He glanced at them, noticing how... Well it was an uneasy look. He tried to reach up and tap their cheek, falling off when his foot slipped. He didnt fall as far as he thought he would, the ground below him... Oh it was the hand. Their hair was puffed up a bit, he didnt mean to keep scaring them. They put him on the ground so he couldnt fall, their cheeks an off red color. He didnt know this thing could blush! He jumped to try and tap it's knee, wanting it's attention. The Wanderer finally looked at him, still looking kinda anxious. How was he gonna do this. He tried to gesture to the device and then at them, communication was a lot harder than he thought. They starred for a moment, trying to put two and two together. Something clicked for them, adjusting how they were sitting so they could draw in the dirt

(🟩🟩🟩)

🙋------->🏠

(🟩🟩🟩)

It hesitated, trying it's best. Circling him.

(🟩🟩🟩)

0-------> 💥💥💥💥🔥🔥

(🟩🟩🟩)

It starred, waiting for him to get it. He walked around it a bit, perplexed by what it could mean, pointing to 🏠 "what"

(🟩🟩🟩)

🙋-------> 👨‍👨‍👦‍👦

(🟩🟩🟩)

He starred a little more, starting to understand. His heart sinking a little as he starred at the second one.

"so.... we die? If you go home?" It seemed to understand that, glancing away. He wasnt sure what to make of it, sitting down next to it so it knew he wasnt mad. He could feel it starring though, obviously worried it upset him. He sat there for a moment before sighing, catching it's attention as he got up. Going over to the drawings.

0 ----> 👨‍👨‍👦‍👦

He sat down in the circle, huffing a little. It just starred at him, it was unnerving. As if it didnt know what to think. He didnt know how it would react, pretty sure it'd be pissed. Watching as it laid down on it's belly so it was at eye level. The noise it made, could only be described as a whimper, catching him completely off guard, their hand gently carressing his side. He pat it to try and reassure them, noticing that they were crying now he hurried to climb the arm they were resting their head behind. Struggling to get up as he spouted apologies. He managed to grab onto their nose, trying his best to hug them, he wasnt big enough to make them feel better damn it. All he could do was keep apologizing. They adjusted a little, gently cupping him against their cheek, the skin felt warm and kinda sticky, probably from the crying but he didnt mind, just wanting to help the big lug calm down. He gently stroked their cheek till their grip loosened and the noises slowly go quieter. He wriggled free, noticing they'd fallen asleep crying. It was just like a big kid, probably was a kid. He hesitated....he didnt have to report this... He nestled in against their face. He was just gonna stay here, so when they wake up, they wont have to be alone this time. They probably needed it.

"goodnight... wanderer" he mumbled as he dozed off as well.

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kendsleyauthor · 3 months

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GODLIKE

Godlike Universe (Brielle, Cameron, Nikolas)

~2000 words

New characters?? 👀 Nikolas is a size-shifting deity--the Lord of Autumn (AKA Lord Taranis but he prefers his chosen human-like name). Brielle is an ex-princess, and Cameron is an ex-knight. How did these humans earn the favor and protection of the literal personification of autumn?? It's complicated.

But they're all in love teehee 😘

@marydublinauthor 🌸

Brielle hopped from root to root delicately while Cameron muscled down the urge to stay within catching distance, imagining her cry of pain if she slipped. Old habits died hard.

Flashes of the grand Autumn manor were visible in the distance as they trekked back toward the property. Although the Rite had occurred just that day, signs of spring were swiftly taking hold. The snow had melted a couple of weeks ago, and the harsh sting in the air had all but dissipated. Before long, the forest would be saturated with fresh color.

“Could we start dinner when we get back?” Brielle asked.

“Don’t be coy. You mean to ask if I will start dinner when we get back,” Cameron said.

“I’m starving!”

“You poor thing,” he crooned.

A dramatic exaggeration if there ever was one. Nikolas ensured they never went hungry. But although they were living in a far grander place than ever, they were dressed more simply. Cameron had little need for armor, choosing light tunics instead. Brielle’s boots were already worn from months of exploring the woods. The hem of her dress was speckled with dirt. Her leggings were comfortable for climbing places she ought not to.

Nerve-wracking as her decisions could be, Cameron had to admire how flushed with life she was these days.

“Wait.” He hurried to Briell’s side and put an arm out to stop her from striding to the next thick root. “Do you hear that?”

He swore he could hear wind, but the pine needles weren’t rustling. Squinting through the sparse foliage, Cameron caught a glimpse of fabric that lay across their path like a wall. All at once, he realized it wasn’t the wind he was hearing.

“Nikolas?” Brielle whispered. “Could he be hurt?”

“Doubtful.” Cameron seized Brielle’s hand and hurried her forward nonetheless.

The Lord of Autumn lay on his back, head turned to face them. His eyes were shut. One hand rested on his chest, while the other sat palm-up on the ground by his face. Late afternoon sunlight dappled through the branches overhead, spilling across his skin. His breathing was steady, chest rising and falling peacefully. The ground, though thawed, shouldn’t have been a comfortable place to nap, but he made it seem so.

Cameron relaxed when all appeared to be well. “I didn’t expect he’d be back already.”

“He must’ve fallen asleep waiting for us,” Brielle said, utterly endeared. “Do you think the ceremony went well?”

“As well as a gathering of childish deities can go, I suppose.”

“Shh!” Brielle glanced up at the branches. “You never know what could be listening.”

“It’s the day of the Rite,” Cameron said back in a mocking stage whisper. “They have more important things to do than listen in on us lowly mortals.” Nonetheless, his gaze briefly wandered in search of the odd snowy owl or rabbit.

Then his attention was inevitably drawn to Nikolas’ relaxed expression. Although Nikolas had nothing to do with the shift of winter to spring, he had still attended the Rite to hold council with his siblings. He had been glum the past few weeks, claiming that he was at his weakest during the spring, given that he was as far from his autumnal power as he could be.

And yet, he was still intimidating. At his full size, there was hardly anything else he could be.

Brielle almost shared the same sentiment. “He looks breathtaking in his sleep, doesn’t he?” she asked, still hushed like she couldn’t bear to wake something so precious.

“Godlike, one might say.” Cameron hummed thoughtfully. “Menacing, another might say. Alarming—”

She elbowed Cameron’s ribs. “Look at him! He’s so sweet.”

“If I recall,” Cameron said sourly, “you would fling acorns at my head and call me lazy when you caught me napping in the Queenswoods.”

Brielle grabbed an acorn from the ground and raised it threateningly. “You had barely lifted a sword on those days. Nikolas has every right to be exhausted after spending the day with his… charming relatives.”

She tossed the acorn, which Cameron nimbly plucked out of the air. He thought she might grab another, but she lost interest in landing a hit. Instead, she turned back to Nikolas and began to approach his sleeping form. Cameron hurried to catch up, taking her arm.

“You were just going on about how sweet he looks—why would you want to wake him?” Cameron asked.

Brielle gave him an impish smile that typically accompanied her worse ideas. “I don’t mean to wake him, silly. How often will this opportunity come around?”

“Opportunity?”

“To simply… admire him. Besides, even if he wakes, it’s not as though he’d be opposed to the attention.” She slipped her hand into Cameron’s and tugged him with her.

Protests bubbled up, but they never reached his lips. She was going to do what she wanted, so he may as well stay by her side to keep her from doing anything too foolish. Besides, he had to admit there was something enticing about exploring Nikolas up close without that intense stare following their every move.

Naturally, they were drawn to his face first. His gentle breathing stirred the air like a faint autumn wind. Brielle reached out first, gingerly brushing a hand over the stubble along his cheek. Her fingers traced the edge of his top lip. She looked at Cameron, eyes sparkling.

“So soft,” she whispered to him. “Feel.”

Cameron was perfectly familiar with Nikolas’ lips, but he reached out anyway. His heart stammered. Gods, it was just like Nikolas to be irresistible even in his sleep.

There was a slight shudder in Nikolas’ breath, and the two of them pulled away swiftly to rid him of the disturbance. Brielle sidestepped and leaned up to push the hair out of his eyes. She pressed a kiss to his forehead, soothing him back into his deep slumber. To Cameron’s surprise, his breathing evened out again.

“He may not sleep for much longer,” Brielle said, stepping away from his face and toward the open-palmed hand behind her.

Cameron bit back a groan. “Meaning?”

She served him another grin. “I want to feel his heartbeat before he wakes. Come on.”

He dragged a hand down his face. “You’ll be the—”

“The death of you. I’m well aware.” She climbed onto Nikolas’ palm, throwing her arms out for balance. “Now, help a lady up?”

He had half a mind to leave her to it—to use a giant deity as her personal playground, and see where that got her. But he trudged toward her, grumbling. The moment he stepped aboard Nikolas’ hand, his heart gave another lurch. There was something to this little adventure, and he couldn’t keep it off his face. Brielle beamed at him like she could read his mind.

Before proceeding, Cameron couldn’t help but kneel down to briefly run his hand over the palm that held them. How many times had he been held in this hand? And yet it felt like the first time all over again. He traced one of the lines, eliciting a small twitch in the fingers curled loosely beside him and Brielle. They needed to move on.

“I swear I can already feel his pulse,” Brielle said in wonderment as Cameron helped her onto Nikolas’ shoulder.

Together, they made their careful way to his chest. His shirt was soft, practically begging for them to curl up in its folds. The warm surface beneath them rose and fell at a steady pace as Nikolas continued to snooze, peacefully oblivious to their presence. When the two of them finally came to a stop, there was something almost meditative about his breathing. Cameron could feel his eyelids growing heavy.

“How beautiful,” Brielle said quietly, dropping down slowly to place a hand over Nikolas’ chest. “To think that someone like him has a heart beating right here. Just like we do.”

Cameron wasn’t sure whether to tease her or agree with her. He didn’t get a chance to decide—at that moment, Nikolas decided he had napped long enough.

The world shifted, and Cameron found himself plunging downward. A cry caught in his throat, while Brielle, who was situated farther above him, screamed for help. Cameron, trying fruitlessly to take hold of the fabric of the shirt, looked up in time to see a massive hand swoop up and catch Brielle.

Cameron’s descent came to a sudden pause when he landed on Nikolas’ lap—too close to the edge. He slipped, briefly catching hold of the inseam of his trousers before falling to the ground between his legs.

“Should I ask what you two were doing?” Nikolas spoke around a yawn, sounding faintly amused.

Before Cameron could orient himself, a hand descended and plucked him from the ground. He found himself reunited with Brielle, who was catching her breath in Nikolas’ other hand. His stare, though groggy, was quickly sharpening with alertness as he regarded the two mortals in his cupped hands.

“Her idea,” Cameron said at once, sitting back against Nikolas’ fingers with a huff.

“No, really?” Nikolas raised his eyebrows, feigning shock.

Brielle scoffed as though she had any right to be offended. But her expression quickly sweetened. “We wanted to be right here with you when you awoke,” she said. “How was the Rite?”

The brightness in Nikolas’ face dimmed somewhat. “Well, Aldwin is certainly pleased to be back in power. He created a whole field of wildflowers outside the sanctum. The show-off.”

Brielle swooned. “I remember I would peek out the window when Lord Aldwin passed by the castle on the first day of spring,” she said. “The trees and flowers flourished along his path—it was all very magical. I was so taken with him as a girl.”

Cameron laughed. “As a girl? You were doing this last year.”

She shrugged. “He’s dashing.”

“You wound me,” Nikolas said, looking thoroughly disappointed. The glint in his eye was unmistakable, though. “That settles it… Cam is my favorite now.”

Cameron wasted no time in beaming smugly at Brielle while she stammered indignantly. She moved to hands and knees, crawling closer to Nikolas’ face. “You said you didn’t have a favorite!” she exclaimed.

“Well.” Nikolas leaned closer, those perfect lips pulling into a smirk. “If you’re allowed to have a favorite season…”

“I didn’t say spring was my favorite!” She threw her arms around Cameron suddenly and snuggled against him. “And besides, Cam can’t be your favorite because he was mine first!”

“Oh, Bri…” Cameron gave her an innocent look and leaned his forehead against hers. He tipped forward as if to kiss her, then stopped short. “But what if Nikolas is my favorite?”

Brielle shoved him back. “You two are insufferable!” She crossed her arms, pointedly turning away from them both as they chortled.

“Come now, you can’t stay mad,” Nikolas said. He brought his hands closer to his face. “If I forgive you for fawning over my brother, can we agree there are no favorites?” He nudged her back with the tip of his nose.

She turned to face him, still pretending to pout. Nikolas moved swiftly, brushing his lips against her cheek with tender grace. She clearly couldn’t continue her dramatics any longer; a smile spread across her face, which only grew wider as Cameron kissed her other cheek. Before long, she was squirming and giggling, telling them that’s enough.

Giving them both a look of overwhelming affection, Nikolas brushed his lips one last time over the pair of them before settling back down on the ground.

“I could use five more minutes,” he said with a yawn, depositing them back onto his chest.

“Not a minute more,” Cameron said, pulling Brielle into his arms and lying down with her. “She says she’s starving. If we don’t have dinner soon, she may resort to devouring me.”

A chuckle rumbled beneath them. “Lucky you.”

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zardinthebrokenatlas · 1 year

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I did another and put a tad more effort in this time--

#giant/tiny #gt #gt community #gianttiny #sfw giant tiny #giants #borrowers #gt fluff #gt art #gt artist #gt story #gt comic #gt cuddle #gt cuddles are the best kind #le fluff

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narrans · 1 month

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My Borrowed Son | 10 | Unwrapped Questions

Chapter Ten | Unwrapped Questions

“Happy birthday Parker! Smile!” Amanda held up her phone and snapped several pictures over and over, not wanting to miss a single moment. The click of the digital shudder seemed to flick the memories from the past six years before Amanda’s eyes. She replayed them in her mind.

She could remember all of it as if it were yesterday.

Finding Parker under the bench abandoned and alone.

His first words.

His trust building as he grew and began to question the world around him.

It seemed like yesterday that she celebrated his first birthday with her where he turned a whopping five years old; at least, that’s where she thought he was age wise. Now he was officially ten years old.

Double digits.

It took everything in her not to break out in a sob as she reminisced. The years had certainly aged him. The minuscule boy no bigger than her thumb was growing up. There was a sense of pride that she had managed to keep him alive and safe all of this time, but also a sense of wonder and fear.

Parker wasn’t two inches tall anymore. He was getting closer to three and a quarter inches, and he would only keep growing from there. He was developing a sense of style and taste in the things he liked. The clothes he wore, which he was beginning to make himself, were more free flowing and flexible while tight in others.

His mind constantly wanted more knowledge. By now, he had read through nearly every book in Amanda’s home and she was renting stacks of books weekly for him from the local library. Parker had also gotten into experimenting recently, which was a huge scare for Amanda.

She had walked by his room one day to find one of the push lights completely disassembled and Parker messing with the wires, connecting them to different elements of the electronic device to figure out how it worked.

That ended up being a discussion about safety which Parker did not enjoy.

The rambunctious boy was also getting into climbing and inventing, which set Amanda completely on edge. Not only was Parker balancing precariously on whatever he could, but he was testing the strength of different items around the house. Once, Amanda found him with a piece of yarn attached to a paper clip which was wrapped around one of the knobs on the bathroom counter.

When she asked him why, he said he didn’t know.

It just felt right.

He had an unexplainable urge to climb and jump and tumble over anything and everything. Try as she might, Amanda couldn’t get him to stop completely. The compromise was that she had an area specifically set up for him to run drills and “play.” It was like a complicated playground with tunnels made from the cardboard tubes from toilet paper or paper towels as well as yarn, toys, and boxes.

Despite his rambunctiousness, Parker also found time for his “quiet” activities, reading and writing in the notebooks Amanda gave him. He was a thoughtful, intuitive child and it really showed in his writing when he dared to share it with his mom.

Now, he was a whole ten years old.

Amanda nearly choked up again as she stared at her son’s face and the little plume of smoke where the candle once stood lit. It was the first candle he had ever been able to blow out by himself.

“Did you get it, mom?” asked Parker as he leaned around his cupcake birthday cake and stood as tall as he could. Amanda had to quickly wipe her eyes with the back of her hand as she nodded.

“Of course I did, sweetie,” she said affectionately. “Now, cake or presents first?”

“Presents please!” Parker cheered as he stepped off of his makeshift stool that he stood on top of to blow out his candle. He darted over to the small, wrapped boxes Amanda had prepared. It was excruciating work, but it was well spent. Parker deserved to have wrapped presents just like any other child after all.

The child bounced on the balls of his feet as he examined the five different packages in front of him. Two of them were about as big as him while the other three were much smaller.

He decided to go with the big ones.

It took him a minute to undo the wrapping as his little fingers fumbled with the paper, but he eventually pulled it back to reveal an MP3 player. It was a very simple model that took AAA batteries, but it held loads of music, which was something Parker frequently enjoyed.

“Oh, thank you momma… but… what is it?” asked Parker. He remembered his manners even when he was confused, which made Amanda chuckle.

“It’s a music player. Now you can play music in your room without asking me. You just flick this right here to turn it on and this is how you switch songs,” Amanda explained as she demonstrated how to use Parker’s new toy.

She knew it was old fashioned technology, but he was still a bit too young in her opinion to have a phone or complete access to the internet. What little access he did have was to watch movies at the end of the night, which was always with Amanda.

“Ohhh! Thank you momma!” Parker said eagerly as he pressed the play button and began listening to the “Happy” song. He moved onto the small packages, which were some more books and new colored pencils, the “world’s smallest video game, and a new board game - chess. It was part of a multipack which Amanda had been rationing out when he achieved something like reading a big book. Now felt like a good time to give him a more complicated game which he could learn over time.

“These are great! Thank you,” smiled Parker as he excitedly went from present to present.

He finally moved onto the last big one, but opening it brought a face of confusion when he found something that looked like a metal rod.

“Momma? What’s this?” Parker asked. He lifted it with a heave and observed the metal ends that clicked together like Legos. Amanda’s smile broadened as her eyes gleamed with excitement.

“Okay, your last big present is… a little bigger than the others. Here,” said Amanda as she got up from the table, making sure she had her camera set to record, as she hurried out of the room and into the back bedroom and emerged with a package that was massive, even for her.

Parker’s eyes widened as he stepped over to the edge of the table and watched as his mom unveiled the final gift. The front of the box read “Snap Circuits,” which already made Parker’s eyes gleam. He enjoyed electronics and figuring out how things worked, and this seemed to be right up his alley.

“Okay, so this right here is an experiment kit. You take pieces, like the one you have over there, and hook them up to a board to understand how electricity and batteries work. If you’re going to be curious, do it safely first,” said Amanda as she slid the box just under Parker. He wasted no time in jumping down into the box to examine all of the parts and pieces.

“Woah! Mom! This is incredible!” Parker said, jaw slackened in awe.

“I thought you’d like it. Now, let’s get it unpacked and get playing with it,” smiled Amanda.

For the next three hours, the two of them clicked and set up different experiments. Amanda did make Parker read most of the instructions out loud, which was frustrating from time to time, but the end result of getting lightbulbs to glow or fans to rocket into the air was absolutely worth it.

It was a great celebration - perfect even.

Still…

There was something deep down that Parker wanted that wasn’t - couldn’t - be wrapped in paper.

~~~^*^*^~~~

Parker, for as long as he could remember, knew he was a little different. He knew he was small for his age, but there was a good reason for it.

Parvi Homunculi Syndrome.

He had it ever since he was a baby. Evidently, it was a rare condition that made him a perfectly sized human, but just significantly smaller than any other human. The condition was so rare that very few people knew about it and, therefore, not a lot of research had been done. Not even the greatest scientists in the world had answers.

There was no cure.

There was no treatment.

Not even online resources had anything significant to say about the condition except that the origin words were from Latin and that it meant “little human.”

It was final.

Parker was always going to be tiny.

He was alright with his size. In fact, he never felt like anything about him was entirely off. The child felt completely normal, but he was told by his mother that his condition kept him fragile, making the outside world a bit more dangerous for him than any other human.

It was like the people who were allergic to sunlight.

Normal, and yet not.

Parker didn’t resent that fact. He enjoyed his time with his mother and loved the time he had to explore, read, and do mostly whatever he wanted.

It was the simple fact that there was no one else like him that made him feel… lonely… from time to time.

The child knew there were kids his age, but he also knew he could never play with them because they wouldn’t know about his condition and not be careful with him. It was a precaution. It was a necessary precaution.

Still…

It didn’t stop him from feeling a bit out of place.

It was a sensation he could never quite get rid of. Everything just felt so big and some of his impulses and thoughts just felt right despite how dangerous they seemed. He remembered an instance with a paper clip and yarn he attached to one another. Parker was tired of asking his mother to lift him to the sink anytime he wanted to play in the sink or if he needed to go to the bathroom. So, he found a solution. He attached a paper clip to some yarn and threw it upward until it caught the knob on the sink drawer.

Was it dangerous to climb it?

Yes. Absolutely.

Did he do it?

Mostly - if his mom hadn’t stopped him.

Parker couldn’t explain how he knew how to climb the rope or why that seemed like the best solution, but he did it anyway.

Another time he was balancing on the edge of the nightstand drawer at the very bottom. His mom told him to be careful, but he still lost his balance and fell toward the ground. Inside of him, something told him how to twist in the air and land safely on his feet - and so he did. His mom fussed and worried over him for a week, but Parker emerged completely unscathed from the incident. He and his mother both were astounded he was alright considering the fall was the equivalent of falling from the roof of a two story building.

There were a million instances just like this, and none of them could be explained.

Nothing stopped Parker from asking questions, but all of them were explained with the condition he had; so, ultimately, he started attributing all of these odd quirks to his genetic condition.

Every once in a while, he felt like he just wanted to be like his mom - normal. But he suspected that others with this condition had the same thoughts and feelings too. Anyone who was deemed a little different probably wanted to feel normal every once in a while, whatever “normal” actually was.

Now that he was ten, Parker felt he had more questions than answers, but not all of them pertained to his instincts. Some of them were about life. There were things he knew, and there were things he didn’t know. And, for the things he didn’t know, sometimes he was afraid to ask. Whether it was natural apprehension for delving into the unknown or because he was afraid to hear the answer, Parker didn’t know.

But, what he did know was that his mom always had a hard time saying “no” to him when it was his birthday.

Now was his one day out of the year where he felt like he could summon the courage to ask some really tough questions.

And this time he was going to do it.

So, after a healthy helping of cake and a movie of his choosing, Parker played with his plate of mostly icing and crumbs as he cleared his throat. His heart was pounding hollowly, but he wouldn’t shy away from his questions today. He had already done so far too many times.

“Um… momma?” asked Parker, gaining his mother’s attention.

“Yes, sweetie?” Amanda asked as she turned off the television and flicked on the nearby lamp.

“Could… um… could I ask you a question? And you not get mad?” Parker asked. Amanda’s body position changed immediately as she faced him, which made his mouth dry.

“Parker, when have I gotten mad when you’ve asked a question? You can always ask me anything and I’ll answer as best as I can. Is something wrong?” His mom’s concern was evident in her signature “mom” tone. It made Parker smile as he heard it. He knew the question came off a bit wrong by asking her not to get mad, but it just sort of slipped out.

“I… I know. I’m okay. You don’t get mad. I just… I just know some questions you… don’t like,” said Parker. His mom’s body stiffened ever so slightly as if she knew the question to come, but she nodded with conviction.

“Parker, you can always ask me anything,” said his mom.

It was enough to get the ball rolling.

“Well… with my… condition… will I get a chance to invite friends over for my birthday?” Parker asked. He knew what the answer would be, but he wanted to ask anyway.

“Parker, I wish I knew the answer to that question. I would love it if you could go out and make some friends like any other kid, but you’re special. Everything here is to help and protect you, sweetie, which I know is hard,” said his mom.

“But, maybe, if we could go to the park together, you can help explain everything and…”

“And kids your age aren’t always as careful as you. They don’t listen as well as you, Parker,” said his mom. Parker drew his legs up to his chest and picked at the lump of icing on his plate.

“Then… could I maybe call friends one day?” he asked. “Like… if you find someone who has a kid who will be careful, and we can play games online or call on the phone and stuff?”

At this suggestion, Amanda perked up.

“Yes, I think I can figure something out. I want you to have friends to play games with. I’ll see what we can do. Yeah? For your birthday, I’ll do this,” suggested Amanda. Parker smiled and nodded vigorously.

“Yeah, yeah! I mean… yes, please,” said Parker. Already, his heart was feeling lighter with the answers he was given.

“Anything else?” asked his mom, her eyes luring out more questions that had been lingering in the corners of the child’s mind.

“Um… I… guess… could… I mean… I love reading, but…” Parker’s next request was a bold one, but it tied into his first desire of meeting other people. He gulped and spat out his desire before he lost his nerve. “I want to go to school.”

His request lingered there for a moment before he saw his mom nodding.

“I know. I’ve seen it for a while now. I know I can only teach you so much, and you probably want to make friends with your classmates too, huh?” asked his mom. Parker nodded sheepishly.

“Yes momma,” he replied.

Amanda sighed, knowing this day would come.

“Alright. I’ll see what I can do. I don’t know about this season, but I’m sure I can get some tests done and have you placed in the fall. Okay? Mind you, it will probably have to be virtual, like how I go to work sometimes. You’ll be able to see and talk to others, but going physically to school might be tricky. Okay?”

It didn’t matter that he had to stay at home. He would get to interact virtually, which was a start.

“Well then, birthday boy, any other questions and requests?”

There was one other thing…

It weighed on Parker, and he wasn’t even sure if he could articulate what he needed or wanted. It was more of the curiosity and the unknown that captured his focus.

“Um… there was… one other thing.”

“Okay. I’m all ears,” said his mom.

“I… well… I was just… wondering… about dad.”

The word left the air feeling charged and static. It took a good thirty seconds for his mom to respond.

“What were you wondering about?”

It was a legitimate question, and Parker honestly didn’t know if he would get this far.

“Um… just… I don’t know. I guess… why he missed my birthday? Why he’s not here? I… see in the shows and movies and stuff that there’s a mom and a dad, and he’s not here,” said Parker. His questions were earnest and meant in innocence and sincerity, which made it all the more bitter for Amanda.

She often left her ex-husband out of all conversation and discussion. Parker had absently asked a few times in the past about him, but now there was a deliberate question about his existence and presence - or lack thereof. Amanda had to take a few deep breaths as she formulated the right words.

She had already thought about these words a while ago, and while she knew Parker would ask her one day about the truth of his size and origin, she didn’t want to shatter his reality here and now.

Not on his birthday.

Maybe not ever.

Everything she said was the truth - but the bitter lying by omission burned her tongue and made her squirm.

“My… husband… he would have been your dad… he left when you were just a baby. He and I… we didn’t get along. We had our arguments and decided it would be best to split - divorce,” explained Amanda as carefully as she could. “I know he would have loved you if he got to know you, Parker, but at the time we made decisions that we thought were best for us, even though that might feel wrong now.”

Parker listened to his mother’s explanation intently. She had never given him so much information all at once.

It still left questions.

Did his dad not love him? Did he not want to try and get to know him?

What did he do wrong?

“Is… is it because of me?” asked Parker. He had asked the question before he had a chance to second guess himself.

Immediately, Amanda leaned over and rested her fingers beside him. Parker wasn’t sure why, but a momentary instinct told him to flinch away at the approaching fingers that he knew and loved. He stood his ground, but the impulse was an odd one. As fast as it came, it went, leaving Parker feeling confused. His mom’s voice brought him back to their conversation.

“Parker, you listen to me. It is not because of you. Do not even think that for a second. We made the best decisions we could in the moment. They may feel wrong now, but we didn’t know that at the time,” said Amanda reassuringly. “You are so loved, Parker. Don’t you forget that.”

Parker looked up into his mother’s features and saw there were tears in her eyes. His eyes started to burn seeing the conviction and passion in his mother’s gaze. He wanted nothing more than to take back his last question.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you sad,” said Parker as he leaned over and hugged his mother’s fingers, practically wrapping his whole body around them.

“No, Parker. You didn’t make me sad. I’m just sorry I can’t give you everything you want and need. I hope you know none of that is because of you,” said Amanda.

“I know. I know. Don’t cry momma,” said Parker over and over again. Ever so carefully, Amanda rotated her hand and scooped up the small child to hold him to her chest. His little fingers grasped at the fibers on her shirt as he turned and faced her. She could hear his little voice apologizing, but she reassured him that there was nothing to apologize for.

In fact, she was surprised things were going as well as this. She always feared these questions when Parker asked. She feared the day if and when he would question who she was to him.

She was his mom.

But not his mother.

She didn’t carry him or birth him, but she was there to nurture and teach him as if she did.

The difference didn’t matter to Amanda because Parker was her son. She would protect him and love him with everything she was. It was sad she didn’t have all of the answers he wanted. He deserved the truth; but how could she tell him what she didn’t know?

All she could do is tell him the truth as best as she could, even as the difficult questions sat poised on the edge ready to strike at any moment. It made her feel anxious and sick, dreading what might not ever come to pass.

Perhaps that day will never come, Amanda prayed as she held Parker closer.

When the two of them had taken a few deep breaths and felt the air clear, Parker asked to go back to playing with his toys. It was still his birthday so, despite it being his bedtime, Amanda allowed him to stay awake and to play with his toys for just a little longer.

It was his birthday after all.

Parker proceeded to build three more constructions from his book before his eyes could no longer be held open. He needed sleep, and his mom knew it. She took him to the bathroom to brush his teeth and a quick bath before the two of them went to sleep.

As Parker drifted off in his bed in his room, he stared up at the edge of his mom’s massive bed and called, “I love you, momma.”

“I love you, Parker. I love you so very much.”

Parker curled into his bed and smiled.

What a fun birthday….

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Giganterra (Chapter 4)

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------ Chapter 4: An Arrow to the Knee ------

Eren had the misfortune of living near the colossal border walls. No humans wanted to be in the shadow of the unsightly structures that marred the natural landscape and reminded them of their own confinement, so settlements on the fringes of the kingdom were sparse. Eren had grown up in the area, so she was used to it. There were advantages to living away from the large farms and the bustle of the cities. Her humble little cottage was surrounded by a forest with abundant quantities of untapped resources. She could harvest fresh mushrooms and berries and hunt for game like rabbits and deer. She also had plenty of room for a modest garden of fruits and vegetables. She appreciated the solitude and extra space.

Even so, Eren hated to be reminded that she was fenced in on all sides like a caged animal. While she had peace and quiet most of the time, giants were noisy simply by virtue of their great size. Their footsteps frequently caused seismic ripples through the earth. Occasionally, during late nights, the giant guards would get drunk and rowdy, and Eren could hear their deep voices resounding from the other side of the wall as the scoundrels laughed, argued, gambled, and engaged in minor scuffles. She’d have to bury her head under a pillow and plug her ears to get any decent sleep.

Hatred festered in her heart for giants. She despised them for their arrogant air, their casual cruelty, and their constant oppressive presence. With her being so close to the border crossing, she had personally witnessed giants carrying off distressed humans in cages. They felled trees by kicking them over and scarred the forest by crushing the vegetation underfoot. She’d almost been stepped on once herself, with complete indifference from the offender. They didn’t care about human lives at all and saw them as nothing more than commodities to be exploited, not people.

Today, she was hunting in the forest, one of her favorite activities. She enjoyed the thrill of the hunt: tracking an animal through the woods, stalking her prey, killing it, and reaping the fruits of her labor in the form of a hearty meal. She discovered a set of fresh deer tracks in a patch of mud and followed them. She spied the distinctive shape of a deer through the trees and slowed her pace, moving stealthily in a crouch until she had a direct line of sight.

It was a doe with her spotted fawn, grazing on a plot of grass. Eren slid an arrow out of the quiver strapped to her back and raised her bow. She aimed, keeping her hands steady, and pulled the string taut. Just as she was about to launch her arrow straight into the deer’s breast, the earth shook beneath her and disrupted her aim. The deer jolted at the interruption and darted off into the forest.

Eren cursed to herself with frustration. The ground quaked again, and again, with the rhythm of giant footsteps, several of them. She didn’t have to look far to discern their towering profiles striding towards her. A flock of birds scattered in a panic.

“Why—the trees are so small!” a deafening voice boomed, echoing through the woodland. The birds swooped past the giant’s pillar of a leg, far thicker and taller than any tree. “Look at those birds!”

Eren rolled her eyes. Stupid giants. They were so clueless and indifferent to the interruption their mere presence caused as they stomped through the forest. She perceived, with some alarm, they were heading right for her as they stepped over the trees like they were nothing more than tall grass. She dashed to get out of the way, ducking into a bush as an enormous boot clomped down and split a tree trunk straight down the center with a loud crack. Eren shuddered at the raw power on display. The giant didn’t seem to even notice as he kept walking, chattering on in a voice that resounded across the land.

Their long strides brought them through the area with alarming rapidity. Their footsteps faded as soon as they came. They transformed into distant figures on the horizon, their voices still traveling through the air in a low reverberation. Eren huffed and gritted her teeth, returning her unused arrow to her quiver. She was mad about missing out on some venison, but her rancor over the situation ran deeper than that. More than anything, she felt weak and insignificant, in the face of such overwhelming power.

She tried to push on through the day and sought out the deer she lost, but they were gone. The giants had disrupted the wildlife and sent the animals into hiding. Her mood soured further. Later on, she caught sight of a rabbit nibbling on some dandelions, unaware of her presence. Her heart quickened with anticipation as she prepared her bow. Yet again, the ground rumbled and the rabbit fled at a breakneck speed.

“Sir Maneater, are you alright? You seem a bit flustered,” a giant voice cut through the air. “You needn’t worry, no harm was done to the wee lass.”

Eren swore and glared up at the great behemoths as they appeared far above the treeline. With her bow still drawn, Eren leveled her weapon at the nearest giant in a burst of impulsive anger. Without thinking of the consequences, she shot her arrow. The projectile sailed over the leaves of the trees and bounced harmlessly off his boot as he raised his leg to step over a tall tree. She heard the soft clink of chainmail from under his clothes.

“I’m fine. A word of advice, Joey, it’s best not to get too attached to humans. Particularly with our purpose for coming here,” the knight wearing the chainmail recommended. He was speaking more to himself than to Joey, as he couldn’t get the cute, tiny blonde damsel out of his mind. He knew it would be foolish to get emotionally involved—yet, he could still almost feel her light weight in his palm, and for whatever reason it made his stomach flutter with butterflies.

Eren’s temper flared hot at his dehumanizing words, particularly since she was unaware of the context. She had a brief moment to reconsider her actions, but dismissed any caution and nocked another arrow. Her rage encouraged her to be reckless. She knew better than to try piercing chainmail, and instead aimed for the other giant he was speaking to. She aimed far higher and fired another arrow, watching as it sailed in a magnificent arc and planted itself right beneath his knee.

“Ouch! What was that?” Joey muttered, halting in place. A small spot of blood appeared on his breeches. Eren covered her mouth and giggled to herself, hiding behind the trunk of a tree. Joey deftly pinched the tiny arrow embedded in his skin and plucked it out. “I got a splinter or something in my leg.” He didn’t realize that the microscopic bit of wood was, in fact, an arrow, and tossed the minute sliver away.

Emboldened by her victory, Eren loaded another arrow and aimed as high as she could. She drew back the string with all her might and released with a twang. The arrow followed an impressive parabola and stabbed into his leg again, this time in the flesh of his thigh just above the knee.

“Ah! Again?” Joey said. This time, when he pulled the arrow out, he examined it closely. “Hey, this is an arrow! Somebody is shooting at me!” He angled his head down and his glasses caught the sun with a bright flash. His fearsome look made Eren’s blood run cold as she realized she was in danger. She stayed hidden, her heart pounding in her chest. Fortunately, the giant wasn’t able to spot her in the bushes.

Leon and Sir Maneater shrugged and kept walking, clearly not considering the mini rogue archer a threat. Joey frowned but followed behind them, continuing to sweep the ground with his eyes as he proceeded. The canopy of verdant foliage obscured his view of the ground, however. He felt a tiny droplet of blood dribble down his knee from the fresh wound. It bothered him that a creature so small was able to wound and evade him; his pride as Sir Maneater’s trusty squire was wounded, ever so slightly.

As the giants stomped past her, Eren experienced a surge of courage and peered out from around the tree. She aimed her bow at the flesh of the giant’s calf and launched a final arrow. Her arrow bit into its target with perfect accuracy, and Eren grinned mischievously. Her grin vanished, though, when the giant spun around with startling speed. He was expecting her to fire again, so he was already on edge and ready to go. Eren didn’t have time to duck behind the tree before his eyes landed on her.

Her mind went blank with fear and she bolted, just like the rabbit and deer earlier. She couldn’t outrun a giant, however, and he easily crouched down on his haunches and blocked her path with a massive hand exceeding her height, like a wall. She squeaked and dropped her bow as he effortlessly scooped her up into his hand.

“Hey, what are you doing? Why are you shooting at me?” Joey inquired. “Attacking a giant so rashly could be dangerous for a little human!” He didn’t intend to frighten the diminutive woman, but his voice was as loud and menacing as thunder to her. Thinking fast, she grabbed an arrow out of her quiver and thrust it into one of his fingers.

“Ah!” Joey gasped with surprise and dropped her. Luckily, she didn’t fall far and managed to land in Joey’s lap without serious injury. Before he could react, she slid down his enormous thigh to a soft patch of ground, sprang to her feet, and sprinted as fast as her feet would carry her.

“Hold on, wait—” Joey called to her, reaching out his hand, but then he stopped. He could’ve easily grabbed her again, since she was well within arm’s length, but he considered the look of terror on her tiny features and reconsidered. He watched her disappear into the brush, her long black hair flowing off her shoulders. He felt a mild guilt, knowing he had frightened her; it hadn’t been his intention. His regret only deepened when he realized that this was his first real interaction with a human, and he had failed miserably, without regard for how she might feel about being grabbed against her will.

Joey looked down at his hand pensively, at the arrow poking out of his skin. She hadn’t hurt him that badly. The tip was sharp, but the arrow was too tiny to really cause him significant damage beyond spilling a single drop of blood. He pulled out the thin stick and flicked it away. He noticed the miniature bow in the grass and picked it up gingerly between his thumb and forefinger, so as not to break it. Joey, in his training for knighthood, had handled a bow many times before, and he marveled at how teeny and cute the weapon was, like a toy, while also so precisely crafted. No giant could possibly manufacture an item so small and with such fine detail.

“Joey, are you coming?” Leon questioned, from several paces off.

“Y-yeah,” he replied. He carefully set the bow back down where he found it, as tempted as he was to keep it as a souvenir. He stood back up, removing the other arrow from his calf, and rejoined the other giants.

Eren felt like her lungs were going to pop from exertion as she fled at top speed. She ran as far as she could before her breath finally gave out and she had to stop, flopping down against a fallen log. She gasped for oxygen, sweat pouring down her face. Despite how terrifying the encounter had been, she was exhilarated. She had succeeded, not only in wounding the giant, but also evading capture. She survived, with only her bow as a casualty.

Despite their godlike size, the behemoths weren’t immortal beings, immune to damage. They could be hurt, which meant they could be killed. Eren grinned to herself wickedly, clenching her hands into fists. She wanted to slaughter them all. She’d gotten a huge thrill out of sinking her arrows into some giant flesh, as revenge for their complete domination of Minimaterra, and their despicable superiority complex. Her resentment escalated into bloodlust as her victory clouded her judgement.

She no longer felt like some insignificant little bug at the feet of the giants, only worthy of being stepped on. She had agency. She could become a giant slayer, a hero, saving the lives of other humans. She imagined sneaking into the castle and assassinating the giant king, perhaps poisoning him or slitting his throat while he was sleeping. Her thoughts may have been nothing but pure fantasy, but they were rewarding, and comforting to her. They followed her into her dreams that night, and she slept well, despite the obnoxious voices of the giant guards over the walls, echoing from afar. For once, Eren felt she had control over her life, an outlet to vent her murderous resentment. She had hope for the future.

Chapter 5

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Caged Giant pt. 2

Part 1

Again a g/t story with mild violence and romantic themes.

She could still smell his scent on her. Her clothes, her backpack, her hair. His existence pervaded all of her senses, even weeks after their initial meeting.

Such is the overwhelming presence of a giant. Lingering long after they are gone.

Despite being part of a human reconnaissance group gathering intel on weapons used to fight giants, Lark was not the same person she was before meeting, and subsequently, freeing a titan. Unbeknownst to her human teammates, of course; she was not about to out herself as a traitor.

Yet still, as she traveled in the back of the convoy’s Jeep, looking out at the dark forest, she had the nagging feeling that her betrayal would be discovered.

The roads here were dirt, traveled lightly and discreetly by groups of people similar to the one Lark worked with. Utilizing the old growth trees to weave paths around protected them from titans. Paved roads were not an option during this time of war, when their enemies stood over 100 feet tall.

As the convoy of three rounded a bend, the trees thinned. Eyes were wide, scanning, as the vehicles sped up, covering the distance quicker. Being out in the open for too long could spell death for them.

Just when the way looked clear, a loud crash boomed ahead. All eyes were forward as the vehicles screeched to a halt, narrowly avoiding colliding with the sudden appearance of an enormous log. Lark’s heart jumped in her chest as she observed the huge tree blocking the road, ripped out from the roots by a powerful force.

As the convoy began backing up to skirt around the length of the tree, the people frantically scanned the forest for the source of the roadblock. It was a pitch black moonless night, with the only source of light being the headlights of the vehicles.

“Get a torch out there!” One of the humans yelled from the back of the Jeeps. Flashlights flicked on, their beams of light scanning the surrounding forest. The vehicles crept along slowly, resuming their orderly fashion, while the forest fell eerily quiet. All ears and eyes were on the lookout, including Lark, who twirled around in her seat, shakily scanning the road. Her heart fluttered, a dismal hope that the tree that was launched in front of their vehicles with perfect precision was just a coincidence.

But she couldn’t ignore the feeling that they were all being watched.

Instinctively, Lark pointed her flashlight up, up, past the lines of the treetops. Though the light was bright, there was only a dismal illumination of a large, solid surface, like a white canvas.

A jacket.

Spanning the tops of the trees.

Up, up crept the light. Enormous threading, a line of a single black zipper leading upwards towards the collar. His neck.

His face.

There was no mistaking it. The towering titan that loomed above the convoy in the cover of darkness, creeping closer, rolling his heels to mask the thunderous booms of his footsteps, was the giant Sky.

His blue eyes flashed in the light as Lark’s torch illuminated him, exposing him. Suddenly, his eyes fixed on her vehicle.

And just like that, an enormous hand shot out from the darkness. The vehicle rocked as log-like fingers gripped the sides of the Jeep, and the whole thing was lifted, up, up, off the ground.

Panic. The car full of passengers screamed as they were dangled helplessly by the giant’s hand. Arms and legs flailed as those inside scrambled for weapons, the door handles, anything to combat this monster. Lark remained stunned in the back seat, her flashlight in her trembling hands. The man’s thumb squeezed and cracked the car door beside her, the same hand that once held her so tenderly.

“Sky…!” She yelped, though her voice was drowned out by the shouts of her comrades. To the giant, this was just another convoy of enemies, trespassers. And as the roof of the Jeep was forcefully ripped, peeled off by the titan’s fingers, Lark and the four other passengers became like a can of sardines in the man’s hand.

The five humans had no choice but to shout in protest as Sky hovered his fingers above them, thinking, calculating the first to be snatched. Though it was dark, the Jeep’s headlights still lit up, and Lark could see the dimly-lit face of the titan.

It was not kind.

In fact, to Lark, she was reminded of their initial meeting, back in his prison chamber. The titan nearly swallowed her whole to fill his endless pit of a stomach. Her heart sank, seeing his cruel face now in the car’s headlights as he held the large SUV effortlessly in one hand.

It would have been easy for him to crush the car and everyone inside with just his hand. There was only one reason that he only destroyed the roof; to gain access to the enemy humans inside. To devour them.

Devon, the one in the front passenger seat, was the first to be caught. Sky’s thumb and forefinger pinched down on his whole upper body and wrested him out of the seat belt. It was not a gentle grip, and all watched in horror as Devon’s limbs flailed hopelessly in the seat, the thick belt holding him in as the giant pulled and tugged at him until he was free, gone, lifted out of the Jeep and into the surrounding darkness.

“Sky!” Lark shouted again from the back seat, shakily holding her flashlight up at the titan’s face. Her blood ran cold as the light illuminated his gaping, cerulean maw, Devon’s bound fate.

“Stop, stop! Put him down!” Lark yelled at the top of her lungs as Devon’s shouts grew louder the nearer he was thrust towards the titan’s teeth.

Suddenly, the titan froze. He closed his mouth and moved Devon aside as he tilted the vehicle towards his face.

“...Lark?” He rumbled, peering into the exposed seats. The passengers fell silent as all eyes turned towards the blonde woman in the back.

Lark trembled as she pointed the flashlight at her own face, pleading up at the hungry giant. This was it for her. Her relationship with the enemy was no longer a secret. Her words became lost in the silence that followed.

Sky, suddenly conflicted, glanced to the human between his thumb and forefinger, then back to Lark. He let out a frustrated grunt before returning Devon to the passenger seat despite his flailing, and then proceeded to set the car back on the ground.

The convoy sat in stunned silence as the titan retreated, leaving the torn Jeep and its passengers unscathed. Back into the darkness he went, no longer bothering to be discreet as his giant footsteps shook the earth until they were naught but a distant rumble.

The moments that followed were frantic. The convoy halted and passengers poured from their vehicles, clamoring about what had just transpired. Lark was dragged into the middle, shoved and shouted at. Even Devon, whose life was spared by a hair, pointed fingers at the traitor.

After it was all over, the convoy reconvened and drove off, leaving the one in the middle of the forest, with nothing but her backpack and a light.

Lark was alone. Abandoned. Unwanted. The shaken woman trembled as she stood in the middle of the dirt road, watching the tail lights of the convoy drive off. They headed towards the outpost, where her group would convene. It was a ways away, deep in the forest, and the way back was just as long.

She bit her lip, holding back a sob. Just like that, her life was ruined. What place did she have now that she was considered a traitor to her own kind?

The forest was eerily quiet again. It seemed her only option now was to camp out here, with nothing but the clothes on her back. After collecting herself for a moment, Lark set out with her flashlight to scope out a place to hunker down for the night.

“That… big, stupid, jerk.” She muttered under her breath in frustration as she huddled against the base of a tree. With no tools to cut wood, start a fire, or pitch a tent, this was the best she could come up with.

“I guess it’s a good thing it was him, though… a different titan would have…” Lark shuddered to think of the outcome. In her mind flashed only images of Sky’s terrifying mouth, his hungry, glowing eyes as he moved through the forest like an enormous phantom. To think this was how their first meeting in a span of weeks would occur, after spending an evening comforting each other after Lark’s brave endeavor to free him.

Suddenly, a loud hiss echoed in the forest. Lark’s eyes shot open as she glanced around. It was so eerily quiet until now, just what was that noise?

“Lark.” A deep voice murmured from the darkness. Branches and twigs snapped and groaned as the weight of something enormous shifted slowly.

He was here. Hidden in the inky blackness of the night… the titan.

Lark rose to her feet slowly, shakily. The giant’s voice reverberated in her ears, her very core. Despite his size, it was difficult to pinpoint exactly where it was coming from. Did she dare answer him? Surely he was angry about missing out on his meal.

“...Lark. I know you’re around here.” Sky rumbled again, and a loud thump sounded in her ears. The giant’s hand planted itself on the ground not far behind her, on the other side of the road. He was searching for her, likely on his hands and knees, scanning the darkness for her tiny self.

Lark tried to remind herself that this enemy of hers owed her a favor. If he was the type to honor that, she would have nothing to worry about here. But she couldn’t shake her terror, her quivering knees as the giant’s massive body sent tremors into the earth.

“Come on out… don’t make me rip out any more trees.” Sky uttered lowly. Was he bluffing? How could he possibly know her hiding place?

Lark clapped her hand over her mouth as her breath quickened. His tone was not friendly. She had to conceal herself, or else…

The air fell silent. Lark’s own heart threatened to beat out of her chest. She slowly looked to the side, staring out into the darkness… terrified at how easily the towering man was concealing himself. He was listening for her, no doubt.

“Mmm… alright. You’re probably scared right now, huh.” The giant said clearly as he lowered himself to the ground, resting on his stomach. Though his night vision was better than a human’s, it was simply too dark to see without any moonlight.

“I’m not gonna hurt you. Come on…” Sky rumbled as he laid still, his arms crossed under him as he propped himself up on his elbows. He waited there patiently, looking around slowly for a sign of the small human.

Timidly, Lark crept around the tree. She peered out towards the direction of the giant’s voice and switched on the light.

Only trees and inky darkness came into view. The flashlight could not penetrate far enough to where the giant was lying… but the light instantly revealed her location to him.

“Oh, there you are.” The titan chuckled as he rose onto his knees and crept closer, shoulders bending trees and branches as he forced his hulking body through.

Lark couldn’t help but cry out in fear as the giant pursued her. His massive size quaked the ground… branches snapped and clattered in the leaves as she fell on her behind, shaky light in hand as Sky’s face and shoulders came into view above her.

“Hey, it’s okay…” Sky said, softer now, as he bent down to get a closer look at the frightened little human. “Geeze, I’m not gonna eat you, Lark.” He said as he finally got close enough to see Lark’s worried expression.

Lark heard his words of reassurance, but in the back of her mind, she knew that if she was the first one to be snatched in that Jeep, she would have been eaten before having a chance to scream. And soon after, all of her teammates would have followed.

“You almost did.” Lark uttered, lowering the flashlight so that it wasn’t in the giant’s eyes. She bit her lip in thought. “...again.”

Sky let out a breath as he rested on his elbows. “Oh, come on… the first one doesn’t count.”

“I was inside your mouth.” Lark retorted, clinging to her knees under the titan’s gaze in the cold night.

“Yeah… but you fell in. That’s on you.” Sky snickered as he leaned in closer. His warm breath washed over Lark’s huddled body.

“Well, you might as well just get it over with.” Lark said, her voice dripped with animosity. She couldn’t help but blame Sky for coming in and exposing her betrayal to her entire team.

“Get what over with?” The giant asked with a tilt of his head. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay after what happened.”

“Gee, thanks.” She retorted. “As you can see I’m just fine. Stranded out here in the woods, alone, no food, no water.”

“Well…” Sky rumbled as he reached out and cupped his enormous hands around her huddled body. “It doesn’t have to be that way.” His face became soft as he encircled her with his fingers, not quite touching her frail self.

Lark glanced around at the towering palms beside her. They were easily taller than she was, being less than the length of one of the giant’s fingers. His hands were yet again inviting her, beckoning her to give in.

The woman looked up at Sky’s face, no longer filled with a predatory hunger. He gazed at her as if she was the most precious thing in the world.

She trembled, feeling her body quake. Tears welled in her eyes until she couldn’t hold them back anymore.

“I have nothing…” She whimpered, shuddering as the grief took over her and her body rocked with sobs.

The giant’s hands cupped her entirely now, and she was lifted off the ground, encased within those gentle palms. Lark cried openly as the titan sat back with her trembling little body in his hands. Sky’s face was gentle, solemn as he brought her to his chest.

He pressed her into his broad chest, holding her snugly against him as she cried. Lark’s entire self was swallowed up by his hand, nothing but a muffled, sobbing mess within his palm.

Sky held her there for a while, letting her cry and soak his white and black jacket with tears. His expression was soft, as if he was comforting a child.

Lark’s sobs turned to whimpers. Snuggled between his enormous hand and chest, she felt… safe. The patient giant waited until she was quiet before taking his hand away from his breast. He cupped her in his left hand as he brought her up to his face, squinting at her in the darkness, a soft smile on his lips.

“Better?” He asked, and Lark timidly turned her flashlight back on so she could see.

Lark quietly nodded, wiping tears from her face. She sat down in the middle of his gloved palm, sniffling.

“I… I’m sorry, Sky… this is all my fault…” Lark said between sniffles.

“Huh? What is?” Sky asked, confused.

“I… I don’t know… I just feel horrible…” She said. “I turned you into a traitor, too.”

“… don’t worry about that.” Sky responded. “I’d still be locked up if it weren’t for you. I couldn’t just leave you out here by yourself…”

“But… what do we do now? I can’t go back to my team… and you can’t be seen around other titans with a human… right?” Lark asked.

“Don’t worry about that. You’re easy to conceal.” Sky chuckled as he slowly started to stand up. “Ahh, I guess you have no choice but to ride along with me.” He added with a wink.

“Really? You… you’d carry me around like that?” Lark asked, astonished. She didn’t expect the titan to be so welcoming towards her, an enemy.

Sky stood up to his full, towering height, over 100 feet tall. He cupped the woman under his chin as he gazed down at her, smiling.

“It’s not like you’re heavy.” He giggled.

Lark stared up at him, his massive face filling her vision. Her flashlight was pointed down, towards his chin and lips to keep from blinding him. She tried hard to erase the image of Devon being lowered into that very mouth of his earlier, illuminated by the headlights of the seized vehicle.

She shuddered. The fact that she had been inside his mouth not once, but twice before, did not calm her nerves after witnessing Sky’s terrible hunger. Was it truly a wise decision to trust this giant?

Sky followed Lark’s gaze towards his lips. He tilted his head slightly and parted his lips as he breathed on her.

“You’re not… afraid of being eaten, are you?” He asked her gently.

Lark blinked as she found herself fixated on those parted lips of his. She glanced up at his eyes, which were rather concerned.

“Isn’t that what titans do?” She asked softly from the hands of the titanic adversary.

“… sometimes.” Sky responded solemnly. He thought back to how he almost devoured Lark and her entire team. It’s true that if she wasn’t there to plead with him, he would have certainly continued the onslaught.

“I feel like I’ve just gotten lucky with you, somehow.” Lark said as she looked up at him. “Twice, now. We would have never even known each other’s names. Gone, just like that.”

Sky fell silent. He lowered her away from his face as he stared at her. So small, so vulnerable.

“Gone, huh…” He bit his lip in thought. To the titans, humans were typically seen as pests, disposable and edible. Lark was the first human to have a name to Sky.

“That’s what happens to us, Sky. That’s why we fight… or hide.” Lark said solemnly. “It’s terrifying to go up against an enemy that can snuff us out like insects…”

“You’re not… you’re different, though.” Sky said softly. “I don’t want to hurt you, Lark.”

“But you’ll kill and eat other humans?” Lark asked.

“…If they’re a threat.” Sky sighed. “You saw what they did to me… what they’re capable of.”

“I also saw you peel the roof off of an SUV like it was made of tinfoil…” She retorted.

Sky’s lips tightened awkwardly. He held in his hand the very person that happened to be inside that Jeep. He started to imagine what would have happened if he had just stomped the car flat before even looking at the passengers…

“Look, I’m… very hungry. All the time.” The giant uttered as he continued to keep Lark at a distance from his face. “Though I can go a while without eating, especially if I supplement with beech and maples.” Sky gestured to the trees surrounding them as he stood above the treeline.

“Humans are just… easy to catch. And… more enjoyable to eat than trees.” As he said this out loud, he started to realize how sordid it made him out to be.

“So we were just… a midnight snack.” Lark retorted, folding her arms. “Hardly a threat, at that.”

“What do you expect from me? We’re in a war.” Sky said. “How’m I supposed to know if your friends are piloting Black Boxes or not?”

“Are you kidding me? Only the rich have those. And the military. We’re just a bunch of insurrectionists.” Lark said, waving her hands wildly so Sky could see.

“I see. Hmm.” Sky rumbled as he cupped his hand around Lark’s little body and brought her close to his face again. He peered at her curiously, quirking a smile as he observed her petite frame.

“...What?” She responded, drawing her hands close to her chest as the giant gazed at her with his glowing, blue eyes.

“You don’t really strike me as the insurrectionist type.” The titan chuckled. He brought his index finger up to her with his free hand, the pad of his fingertip as wide as she was.

“Little thing.” He rumbled as he gently pushed the tip of his finger into Lark’s tiny, trembling chest.

“Hey…” She retorted, breath catching in her chest as the enormous digit pressed down on her, squishing her into the pad of the giant’s palm. “Y-you’re a giant, we’re all little to you!” Lark managed to blurt out. She squirmed underneath the pressure, face flushed pink as she glanced up at Sky’s smug, grinning face.

“Yeah. But you’re like, extra little.” The giant uttered as he released his finger and held it above her. “Mhm. Not even a mouthful.”

“Please don’t compare me to food.” The tiny woman squeaked out from the giant’s palm.

“Relax. I already said I won’t eat you.” Sky smiled as he leaned in closer to the human in his hand. “Doesn’t mean I won’t tease you, though.” He snaked his blue tongue out from between his lips and slowly ran the tip of it along the top of his jaws.

“Sky…” Lark huffed in embarrassment as the titan messed with her. She wasn’t exactly in the mood for his games, especially with how little of his face she could see with the flashlight.

“Yes?” He responded cheekily, and Lark could feel his breath on her.

“You’re being naughty!” She said, pointing her finger at him from within his encompassing palm. Her heart jumped as the limited light of the torch illuminated the giant’s teeth as he grinned in response to her accusation.

“This is nothing.” Sky laughed loudly. “I’m quite enjoying playing with you, though. I’ve never had such a fun interaction with a human before. Hmm.” The titan grinned as he brought her right up to his face and pushed the tip of his nose into her, similarly to his finger.

Lark squirmed under his touch, feeling his breath rush over her body from his nostrils. She stared upwards at his eyes, so close. She had been embraced by him once before like this, but the way he was acting now felt a lot more rambunctious. It was like he was toying with the idea of eating her or keeping her as a cute little pet, going back and forth between the scenarios.

Knowing that he was hungry enough to devour an entire convoy was not reassuring.

Sky could feel the little human tensing up under his touch. He smirked and let out a puff of air from his nose before pulling away and staring down at the flustered little woman in his palm.

“You’re being very brave.” The giant rumbled in a deep voice as he looked her over. He knew she was scared of him, but the fact that they were familiar with each other beforehand was holding her together.

“And you’re being a bully.” Lark retorted quietly up at the towering man.

“Maybe. But you like it.” Sky said with a wink.

“I didn’t say that…” Lark huffed, keeping her arms close to her chest for protection.

“You don’t have to say anything. I can just tell, you know.” Sky rumbled as he crouched down below the trees, cupping his hand around her to keep her secured as he grunted and laid down on the chilled ground, propping himself up on his elbows. He then cradled both hands in front of him, with Lark on his left palm.

Lark pulled her knees up to her chest as the giant laid himself out on the ground. His attention was fixated on her, her movements, her expressions. His face filled her vision, the heat of his skin radiating off of him. Deep within his body, his insides churned loudly, and the giant’s soft blue eyes narrowed.

“...I’m just a little overwhelmed by… you.” Lark admitted as she gazed up at the giant’s face. This certainly was a new experience for her… for both of them. And the more she stared at him, the more attractive he seemed.

Oh, no.

“Honestly, me too.” Sky said in response, tilting his head slightly as he stared her up and down. “I’ve been restraining myself from crushing or dropping you on accident. This position is a lot more manageable.” The giant sighed as he looked down at his tiny friend on his palm, his hand resting on the ground.

“Well I do appreciate not being crushed or dropped…” Lark said timidly up at the titan who loomed over her. She had a feeling he was suppressing something else… but she didn’t want to think about it. At least, she tried not to think about it. The giant’s hungry guts were anything but silent.

“Mmm. I appreciate you.” Sky smiled. The human laid out on his palm tickled his fancy more than he expected her to. The way she tucked her tiny limbs close to her body...

“Hmm…” Sky rumbled as he reached towards her with his thumb and forefinger. Lark instinctively stiffened as he pinched her whole body between those gigantic fingertips, giving her sides a squeeze.

“Umm… hey.” Lark huffed, squirming between his fingers. The giant let out a giggle as she did so, unfolding her limbs as he expected her to. He then snatched one of her legs between his fingers and held it there, dragging her ever so slightly down his palm by it.

“Gotcha.” Sky grinned as he tugged on her, noting how flustered and red her face got as he did so.

“Ugh… noo.” Lark drawled, kicking with her free leg against the giant’s thumb. “D-don’t lift me up like this, please! I’ll get so dizzy…”

“Aww.” Sky giggled as he released her leg and let her lay flat on his palm again. He sighed deeply as he traced the pad of his fingertip down her legs gently, feeling the length, the minuteness of her limbs.

“You’re really, so small.” The giant rumbled as he played with her legs. Lark’s face was getting redder and redder.

“And you’re going to give me a heart attack…” She breathed as his gentle fingers brushed against her.

“I dunno. You’re so cute I might have one too.” Sky smiled, and Lark stared up at him in surprise.

“I’m… I’m cute?” She asked timidly. Her hands started to grip her jacket tightly.

“Mmmm.” Sky uttered as he pinched his thumb and index finger around Lark’s waist and gently lifted her up to his view. His lips curved into a grin as he watched her squirm in his grip.

“Yeah. You are.” The giant’s teeth glistened in the light of the flashlight Lark clung desperately to, her legs dangling from his fingers.

Lark kicked her legs weakly as she was presented in front of the titan’s face. She was speechless, too embarrassed to respond, which made Sky all the more adoring of her.

“I want to just eat you up.” Sky rumbled as he held the tiny woman in front of his eyes. Her wide, nervous eyes were too adorable for him to handle.

“I know…” She said quietly, glancing down at the giant’s lips. She wondered if she really would end up inside him tonight, after all.

“Ahh. You poor thing… I couldn’t do it. I’d miss you too much.” The giant breathed on the human in his grip. His tongue flicked out and moistened his lips…

“And yet…” Sky uttered as he brought her head up to his closed lips. He inhaled, then puckered his lips and planted them on Lark’s face. Her head sunk into his lips as he gave her a giant, warm kiss.

Lark’s head spun as his lips engulfed her. The titan’s kiss took her breath away, and she was left with a red, moist face as he pulled away to get a look at her dazed expression.

“Mhm, just as I thought. Delicious.” Sky uttered as he licked his lips again, bringing her up to eye level to admire her.

“I… what…” Lark stammered, clutching the flashlight in her sweating hands in disbelief. She stared into the giant’s warm, blue eyes that glowed gently in the dark.

Sky tilted his head at her, smiling warmly. “Was that good?” He asked curiously with a blush of his own on his cheeks. He certainly enjoyed it, but perhaps it was too much for Lark.

Lark blinked a few times, then nodded. She bit her lip in embarrassment.

“More?” Sky responded as she nodded, and Lark nodded even more enthusiastically.

“Mmm… gladly.” The giant purred as he placed Lark back on his palm and brought her back up to his lips. With her back against his hand, her entire body was fully supported, and thus he was able to press his lips against her even more firmly this time, engulfing not only her head, but her shoulders and breasts.

Sky kissed her firmly, squeezing her upper body against his lips. Her soft, warm little body felt heavenly between them, and as Lark let out muffled whimpers and moans of delight, Sky did so too.

Lark gasped for breath between kisses, the enormous plush lips of the giant easily smothered her. Yet she wanted more, even going as far as to throw her arms out and hug his lips as they pressed down on her. She kissed his lips, pushing her own lips into the crevices of his warm skin.

Sky’s lips trailed down her body, kissing her chest, her tummy, and her waist. The two of them shivered in delight as Sky explored her whole body, and Lark became intimately familiar with his mouth. The flashlight was lost somewhere between Sky’s fingers, but the two didn’t need to see what they were doing.

After a while, both human and titan felt the late hour. The chill of the air did not bother Sky as he rested on his side, nestled between tree trunks in the northern pine forest. Lark stayed comfortable and warm in his enormous palm, which he kept close to his face. The two looked at each other in fond admiration.

“I never thought I’d be this close with a titan…” Lark uttered as she stared up at Sky’s soft eyes. “Or even… to have a delight like this in the middle of a war. I feel so fortunate…”

“Yeah. It’s crazy to think about.” Sky said as he rubbed his thumb against his tiny partner’s body.

“What are you going to do in the morning?” Lark asked up at the giant. “I guess I’m not really sure what titans do on a daily basis…”

“You might find my life boring, Lark. Giant beings tend to save their energy.” Sky chuckled.

“So you’re saying you lay around all day.”

“Not ALL day. Most of it.”

“Doesn’t sound too bad… I guess giants are like cats in a way.”

“Those little fuzzy things with long tails?”

Lark stared up at Sky in confusion. “Have you never met a cat? They meow.”

“Meow?” Sky grinned. “How does that go?”

“Like… meow?” Lark said, imitating a cat’s meow as best she could. Sky decided that she was the cutest thing in the world at this moment, and leaned down to kiss her on the head before the two dozed off together.

#giant tiny #gt story #gt writing #implied vore #sky #lark #sona #the fearplay was probably most fun to write here >:)#story

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kix-mm · 8 months

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You know that polyamory is immoral, right?

What do you mean it's immoral? They love each other, there's no need to have some stupid love triangle if they all 3 love each other 🤨

*smh*

Anyway ✨

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gtzel · 11 days

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YO! Thanks so much for reading, this concludes the first drawn chapter. If you’re interested in the written version of this story be sure to check it out on webtoon too! (Next episode is here)

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gtbutterfly · 2 months

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hey, so I tried writing a one shot in an hour. I want to write more one shots like this in the future, so feel free to let me know whet you think of this one and what I can improve. criticism is appreciated.

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It had just begun and I was already out of breath. We were frantically running around looking for places to hide. We were in a forest during early fall on a cool night, all the leaves were on the ground, crunching under our feet. I ended up hiding in a bush, next to a friend of mine. I didn’t know where anyone else hid. It was dark outside, so no matter where, it should have been hard to find them, at least, for most humans. Soon, almost thirty seconds had passed. We couldn’t quite hear the footsteps in the distance, but we could feel them in the ground. The vibrations were like feeling the face of the drum when it’s hit. They buzzed through our bones as the source of them got closer. Soon, we could hear the creature's footsteps thumping as they hit the ground. My friend was nervous, he had his hands over his mouth to cover the sound of his heavy breathing, which didn’t work very well. His breathing got louder and faster as we heard a scream in the distance. It just claimed its first victim. Then, the vibrations and footsteps got closer and closer. I could barely see the outline of the creature, standing as tall as the trees, their eyes scanning the ground and glimmering in the moonlight. I ran. I started sprinting as fast as I could from the bush, not wanting my partner's breathing to give me away.

“Hey!” he yelled at me, shocked at my fleeing. I heard them scream as they were caught moments later, but I didn’t dare look back to witness their fate; I kept running and running, trying to distance myself from the large being.

I kept running until I got to a ditch in the ground. I got down on my stomach to hide from the entity that was chasing me. As I looked up from where I was at the naked trees above me. Someone else was hiding in them, sitting on a thick branch and clinging to the trunk. My guess is that they thought since the creature would be looking on the ground, it would be smart to hide up high. Unfortunately for them, it followed the direction I ran in. The white highlights of its eyes were visible from the dozens of yards away where they were standing, and glaring straight at the person in the tree with no emotion at all. The person in the tree panicked as it started to move towards them. They tried to climb down so they could run, going down branch from branch, but they grabbed one that was too weak to hold them. They let out a blood-curdling scream as they fell. I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t see them hit the ground, but they never did. I never heard the sound of bones cracking, or they’re body hitting the ground, or their groans of pain. I opened my eyes. The creature caught her. She was in their hand, shaking but unhurt, as it looked down at her. I quietly got up and started running again the the creature was preoccupied. I counted the number of victims that the entity had claimed. The only people left were me, and some other person. I happened to run into them while sprinting through the forest. After we both processed the pain of the impact, they whispered.

“What are you doing here? This is my hiding spot,” They asked,

“I’m trying to avoid them, we’re the only two left,” I whispered back,

“Well go somewhere else,” they said, “I don’t need you attracting them to me,” Just then, the entity was heard stepping towards us. I looked behind me to see it smiling, practically a couple of steps away from us with its size. “Damnit!”

We both started running as fast as we could, the creature basically seconds away from grabbing us off the ground. Unfortunately, the person I was running aside from had always been a faster runner than me, and I had been running this whole time, so I was already tired. It looked like I was a goner, about to be snatched up by the creature at any second. But then, the other person tripped on the root of a tree. I immediately passed them and heard their yelling from behind me as they were picked up by the entity. I was the last survivor. The winner. All I had to do was get home-

THUD! “Owww!”

I rolled my foot on a rock and fell to the ground. I skinned my arms trying to stop myself from falling. Slowly, the entity stood over me. I started breathing heavily as its white eyes glared at me from above. My arms ached in pain as I held them. It got on its knees, staring at me with its large eyes. It opened its mouth…

“Oh my goodness, are you ok? Your arms look like they need to be bandaged,” the giant said, looking worriedly at me. They helped me up with their index finger.

“I fine, big guy, just some scraps,” I said, dusting myself off. “That was a pretty good game. You really good at hide and seek,”

“I didn’t go too far again, did I” they asked, embarrassed,

“Of course not, you did great,” I said. Then, there was a muffled voice coming from the giant’s pocket;

“Hey, is the game over? Can we come out?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry, of course,” The giant pulled their “victims” out of their pocket and gently placed them on the ground with his palm.

“Bro, why did you run away like that at the bush?” The person I was hiding with earlier asked me.

“Your breathing gave us away,” I said,

“Would you have done that if we were really being chased by a giant monster?” he asked,

“Well, probably if I'm being honest.”

“Scew you,” He said, turning away from me. The girl that fell out of the tree looked up at the giant.

“Thanks for catching me back there, I’m not good with climbing trees,” She said,

“No problem, anytime,” the giant said, smiling at her. The last person besides me to get caught scoffed,

“Why do you always have to be it when we play games like this?” They asked the giant. “Uh, because I’d be really easy to find?” the giant shrugged,

“Fine, let's go again, and have you be one of the hiders this time, just to make sure.” they crossed their arms.

“Nah, it's getting late, let's go home.” one of my friends said.

“Yeah,” said someone else.

“Need me to carry you guys?” the giant asked us. We all nodded. So they picked us all up again, and we went home.

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