limp tinies being picked up.
for any reason whatsoever. This could take a fluff angle where the tiny is asleep and the giant has to be super gentle, or angst if the tiny is injured/passed out or on the verge of passing out due to injury. The settling of weight, the lolling of the head, the rag doll aesthetic as a whole. If said tiny is cupped or scooped up that’s one thing, but I love the physical nuance of fingers holding the tiny by the waist and sides instead, so that their arms and legs hang limply as they’re picked up.
there are so many possible dynamics for this: as a first meeting is great, but I love the concept of an established g/t relationship, platonic or romantic, with an injured tiny specifically and the giants heart LURCHING at the sensation of the limp body. Full of pure concern and fear and desperation for the little life form between their fingers.
I actually think one really good example of this is in Peter Pan: Return to Neverland, when Tink is assumed to be dead and Jane picks her up. There’s that little ragdoll handheld scene and little me was so entranced at the concept. Also it was gut wrenching.
(Can’t find a gif of it but this was the scene)
the fearplay potential is also great. ESPECIALLY if it’s accidental and the tiny doesn’t know the giant wants to help. On the verge of blacking out, too weak to fight back and just falling limp in the massive hold.
maybe I’m just a massive tinkerbell fan but there was also a similar scene with this trope in the Neverbeast movie? I vividly remember Fawn getting knocked out and Gruff nudging her with the tip of his nose, getting EXTREMELY distressed when her head lolls to the side with no response, thinking she’s dead.
^^stemming off of this, giant in distress with their fingers twitching, not knowing exactly how to go about this but knowing they need to pick the tiny up. The “No, no no…” whispered even then because the giant knows the tiny never liked loud noises. Not wanting to hurt them any further and a pained sound escaping them as they feel that head lolling that I’ve been talking about. The tiny hasn’t ever felt this small in their hands before, and they’ve never felt this big and clumsy/overpowering/useless.
put that giant in TEARS for me. “Hey, hey. Oh my gosh. It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m here. Everything’s going to be fine, oh my gosh that’s blood. No, no no no, please.” Fingers shaking. Feeling the limp form. Desperate to convince themselves everything in fact will be fine despite feeling so big and out of place and unable to help someone so delicate.
just a hyper specific one. I eat it up every single time.
