#nette writes

[froginette]

genshin men being soft honorary brothers :-)

❀ platonic fluff ❀ piggyback rides ❀ short reader ❀ handholding ❀ family dynamic ❀ general goodness ❀ young reader ❀

➺ characters: thoma, diluc, childe

➺ summary: genshin boys with sayu-sized reader for optimal piggybacking :D

let me know what you think! i just felt like writing some fluffy fluff :) i also just pulled sayu and it’s the best thing to ever happen to me. she’s so mf cute i became a wholeass sayu main and made her the most terrifying healer ever <3 omw to level 90 no cap (got to 80 ooooo ooo watch out)

reblogs are always appreciated!

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀 ➜ hero.

“Thoma! You promised you would go to Ritou with me today, remember?” you pleaded with a grin, looking up at the man with childish excitement. His eyes brightened at your reminder, lips lifting to return your sweet smile.

“Of course,” he replied fondly, crouching down and taking your little hands in his own. “We’ll go to Ritou and spend the whole day together, okay? I’m all yours.”

Thoma hadn’t necessarily forgotten…it’s just that he had been very busy with his work recently, rushing from place to place trying to solve people’s issues while also taking care of house matters. But it was with shame that he reprimanded himself for letting something so important slip his mind—time that he got to spend with you was scarce and precious.

It was clear to you that Thoma wasn’t his usual self; his shoulders were tense, lips pursed tight, eyes lacking in energy. You wanted to cheer him up today, and hopefully get a real smile out of him. He was your honorary big brother, always going out of his way to dote on you and set time aside for you. The only person he gave more of his attention to was Ayaka, who was also like your sibling, and whom you loved just as much as Thoma.

And so the day commenced. Once Thoma had cleared his schedule, the two of you were trouncing through Ritou; it was a given that Thoma let you piggyback. He always let you piggyback.

Being Thoma’s height was like seeing a whole new world for you since you were so short! You felt much more powerful, like you could bonk people on the head, which you told him; then you asked if he felt this powerful all the time, to which he just laughed and shook his head in dismissal. He wasn’t powerful, or anything special for that matter—he was just Thoma, housekeeper of the Kamisato Estate and resident Inazuma smoothtalker.

When he said he was nothing special, you gasped as if you’d witnessed death. “Thoma! How dare you say that!” you cried shrilly, hitting him playfully on the head. “You’re like a superhero!”

Thoma chuckled, hoisting you up and holding you tighter since you had been starting to fall. “I…don’t know about that.”

“No, it’s true!!” you mumbled. “You help people, you keep me safe, and you have a vision. You’re my superhero, at least.”

The man’s heart swelled at that. He was your superhero?

Thoma never cared what people thought about him, especially those who judged him for being a housekeeper, but hearing you say that he was a hero to you made him feel as if he’d drunk five cups of dandelion wine.

You giggled at his stupefied silence and rested your chin on his shoulder. “You’re always big brother Thoma, here to save the day, you know? You make everyone happy.”

Big brother Thoma, here to save the day.

“But I want you to be happy, too, Thoma,” you muttered gloomily, words muffled by his shoulder. “You’re always so busy protecting everyone that I don’t think anyone protects you.” You traced patterns on the back of Thoma’s neck with your little finger, pouting in sadness at this realization.

Your words perplexed him, and it showed in his face for but a split second—then he was back to his usual peaceful smile, reassuring you with a lighthearted comment like he always did: “Don’t worry about me, junior.”

“That’s too hard,” you whined.

Thoma gave your leg an affectionate pinch, making you giggle, but you continued, “Thoma, let me protect you, too. Whenever you’re sad, we can play hot pot, or go see the dog on the beach, or the strays in Inazuma City.”

Your determination was unwavering, and Thoma couldn’t help but smile in delight. He was absolutely charmed that you cared about him so much to want to protect him in your own way.

“Just promise you’ll hang out with me when you’re sad. Okay?” you concluded, reaching your hand over his shoulder where he could reach. “Pinky promise?”

Thoma laughed heartily, letting go of your leg for a moment to seal the deal. “I pinky promise I’ll hang out with you when I’m sad. Thanks, junior.”

The moment your pinkies linked, Thoma knew that Inu Shoushou would be getting a lot of visits on that beach from now on. Not because he was sad, but because hanging out with his honorary little sibling was not only fun, but also refreshing. He enjoyed being your hero sometimes, even if he only saw himself as the plain housekeeper of the Kamisato Estate.

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 ➜ safe place.

“I’ll say it again. No wine.”

“But—“

“No. Wine.” Diluc was pissed at you right now, because you were very underage but still insisted on begging him for a drink every time you came to the tavern. Why you even came to the tavern anymore was a mystery to him—you were close enough to Diluc that you had the privilege of frolicking around Dawn Winery alone whenever you wished to, admiring anemo crystalflies or talking to the maids. It wasn’t a rare occurrence for Diluc to return and find you sleeping soundly next to the fire. So why you felt the need to come here and bother him extra, he couldn’t figure out.

“Listen, flea—“ that was his nickname for you—“this is the last time I’m saying it. Either take the apple juice or get out. I’m serious, now.”

“But—“

“Take the damn juice or go back to the winery, okay? This really isn’t a place for kids. I don’t want you to be around the people in here any longer than you have to.”

He had a point. Most of the people who came in here just got completely wasted, and wasted people could do stupid or scary things—or both at the same time.

But in truth, you just wanted to be around Diluc. He was the strongest figure you had in your life, and you couldn’t help but admire that. You also knew he was the Darknight Hero—who else could it be? You’d seen his amazing feats; he could definitely protect you, and he also gave you free apple juice (while denying you alcohol, but that’s beside the point). What’s not to love? He’d make a great honorary brother.

Kaeya seemed to disagree, and that’s why he was demoted to honorary uncle. At this point you had a whole system of honorary family.

Before Diluc knew it, you had fallen asleep at your designated table in the corner next to the door, like always—you frequented the place so much it even had a label that read, “flea”.

With a deep sigh, he asked Charles to take over his duty while he escorted you to the Dawn Winery. That’s where he always took you when this happened, because he didn’t know what else to do—you were a free-range Mondstadt kid, acquainted with everyone in town, but he knew the place you felt safest was with him. So although he didn’t show it, Diluc was alright with your company, even preferred it. You would always be safe under his watch.

Gingerly, he lifted you from your chair, letting you wrap your arms and legs around his torso like a koala. This was basically just standard procedure now; Diluc couldn’t even count how many times he’d had to do this before. You always fell asleep so suddenly—he didn’t understand, but still watched over you no matter what.

He would never admit it to anyone, but Diluc loved you. You truly were like a sibling to him, and he would never let any harm come to you. And you knew that. You understood sides of him that no one else had the privilege of seeing—you saw his gentle big brother side, who carried you home even in the rain, as well as his Darknight Hero side, who protected the city’s freedom. Diluc could never hide his fondness for you for very long before he was giving in to your desires, letting you ride on his shoulders around the Dawn Winery to catch crystalflies or tucking you to sleep on the couch with three blankets.

You nuzzled your face into Diluc’s shoulder as he escorted you to your favorite safe place, rousing slightly from your rest. Sensing you were conscious, the man murmured softly, “We’re almost there,” and placed his hand on the back of your head in a comforting manner, holding you close.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄 ➜ innocence.

Childe had always had a soft spot for kids because of the closeness in his family—and though you aren’t related to him, he considered you to be, even to the point where he called you his little sibling/sister/brother. In truth, you were his home away from home, despite not being blood-related; you reminded him of his family, whom he missed dearly. Having you in Liyue eased his pain.

You were innocent, just like any other kid, so naturally Childe felt that tug in his gut demanding him to protect you and your purity. The dreams of children are the most genuine thing in life, and if Childe understood anything, it was this. Perhaps he was a Fatui Harbinger, a murderer; he had taken countless lives; his soul was tainted with the sickening desire to prove himself through bloodshed; and yet, his frigid heart melted into something much softer at the sight of childlike wonder. One would never even catch a glimpse of the deep conflict behind the man’s eyes while he paraded you around Liyue, painting the harbor with laughter. Only those who knew what he had done looked on him with hatred, confusion, or even pity—the rest only saw him as a joyful big brother.

Today was the one day of the week you got Childe all to yourself. He was a very busy man, and you knew this, so you kept yourself from bothering him until Saturdays, which he always reserved for you. And you always responded so giddily when he told you that you were never a bother—it was his job that was a bother.

Boy, was Childe glad you had never asked about his job before…that would complicate things a lot. He couldn’t let you see him as the monster he truly was deep down. He would do anything, genuinely anything, to keep you safe and sound thinking that he was superman. It didn’t matter how much his image or integrity was fouled—he was far past redemption—what he cared about was you. He didn’t want to ruin things for you.

.. Is what he told himself. Of course, he would not be able to bear if you figured out what kind of person he was; he could already imagine the mortified, confused expression you would adopt. As much as his lies were for you, they were also for himself. Childe could not lose you for his own sanity. You were too precious to him.

He tended to make that fact known to you fairly often, as his favorite nickname for you was “precious booger.” Horrid, yes. Unexpected? No. Always expect disgusting pet names with Childe. It is one of his toxic traits, aside from being a murderer.

In fact, upon greeting you today, Childe rushed to your tiny figure and attacked you with tickles, saying, “Hey, precious booger. How’s my favorite little pal?”

As you screamed in laughter, trying to fight off his merciless jabs, you managed to choke out a…somewhat…cohesive sentence: “Bubs—stop—I can’t—why do you still…call me that—i hate y…STOP—!”

Every pause was filled with a giggle or shout of defiance, until the man finally ceased his wretched attacks, and the air fell quiet. Childe reached out to ruffle your hair affectionately—not like it wasn’t already mussed to oblivion from the recent tussle.

Then, only your voice traversed against the wind, so small and so quiet, yet filled with so much ardor.

“I am not a booger.”

That.

That precious, precious comment with that precious pout and your precious crossed arms. You are just a kid. A wonderful, lively, precious kid (who is notably not a booger, thank you very much).

That is why he must protect you.

It is with childlike wonder that Tartaglia watches you skip ahead; your hair bounces and flaps with each movement; your clothes flutter in a wave behind you as they card through the wind; your eyes burn with excitement as you turn your head to call out for him.

“Bubs,” you yell. “Come on! You’re gonna miss out!”

But Tartaglia—the Fatui Harbinger, the fighter, the murderer—oh, Tartaglia has already missed out. You have no idea how much.

But Childe will take these moments with you, selfishly so, and he will cherish them like he has done with nothing else.

oh dear i didnt mean for childe’s to become so emotionally charged uhhhh :-) ahhaha anyways oops

[froginette]

bucky barnes x tiny reader

➺ request (@thorlover): « I was thinking you could do something to do with mouse traps with either bucky or maybe peter Parker kinda like fearplay turns fluff! Can't wait to see what you do »

➺ summary: bucky believes he has a mice problem, but it turns out to be a tiny person :-0 and don’t worry nothing terrible happens with the mouse traps lol

never done something like this before but it seems interesting :) hope you like it! i have no idea what im doing and im new to writing g/t so feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

(the end is not super proofread, sorry if it’s crap)

𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒

From the outside, James Buchanan Barnes looks like a terrifying man. He’s a big guy with a metal arm, a naturally stormy expression, and an intimidating presence to boot. So why did you, a person hardly 3 inches tall, live in his home?

This was something you asked yourself on the daily, usually while you swiped a crumb or two from his kitchen behind his back, then scrambled to return to the hole in the wall where you resided, behind the loose power outlet and all its tangly wires. Being tiny in such a big world was hard enough, but living off of a giant’s extra supplies was terrifying and difficult work.

You must not be seen. You must not be heard. Your hole in the wall mustn’t be found. You must not take much—he can’t notice what’s missing, even if it’s small.

You had laid down these rules—and more—for yourself long before you ever gathered enough courage to commence this “borrowing.” But now you believed you had a pretty efficient routine, living alongside this giant peacefully without disturbance, either to you or to him.

That is, until you heard him talking on the phone with someone about rodents.

“..Yeah, I think I must have a mice problem. I swear, random stuff goes missing—not even stuff that matters, but still—and I keep hearing scratching noises from the wall,” Bucky said, his voice slightly warbled from the other side of the drywall, though you could still hear enough. “Set traps? Really, Sam? No, I—Fine. No, don’t come over here. I can do it myself.”

That was enough to make what little hope you had left shrivel up and wheeze its last coughing breath.

And sure enough, the next day, there the traps were, taunting and mocking you at every twist and turn. You weren’t dumb enough to waltz straight into them, but they were certainly in your way and they were difficult to maneuver around.

You huffed a sigh of frustration for what felt like the hundredth time that day as you stumbled upon a particularly tricky trap. It would seem like you could just go around, one might say, but you couldn’t; it was blocking the narrow path back to your outlet. You had just had a day full of dodging and weaving, and after all of it you’d gotten a bag full of good supplies Bucky had left behind—now you were for sure being mocked as this last obstacle blocked your path.

The only way was to slowly and carefully climb across the side of the trap. You knew it was stupid, but you were desperate and just wanted to be safe in your home again. You could avoid the trigger, and you’d be okay, right? Right.

Picking each step with extreme precision, you’d made it halfway, being oh so careful, when your sack slipped out of your grasp and hit the trap’s trigger with a clunk!

~~

“What the…”

A tiny . . . person. Not a mouse.

Bucky was truly at a loss for words as he crouched down to look at the trap closer. This little person was yanking a sack, which had been snapped under the trap, with all their might, their heels digging into the wood as they frantically tried to recover their bearings.

The person kept glancing at Bucky in the midst of their struggle, the most terrified and horror-stricken expression he’d ever seen plastered on their little face. He thought he even glimpsed a tear or two.

What else could he do but say hello?

“Uh . . . hi there,” he said, trying to be quiet, but it seemed his voice did nothing but spook you further. Bucky was trying his best here—it’s not every day you meet a person barely three inches tall.

“Are you alright?” Bucky asked, his voice low and hesitant. This seemed to make you stop struggling so much, but you didn’t reply.

After a few more moments of silence, he crouched down and offered, “Do you want any help with that?”

Your eyes remained wide as saucers, but slowly you began to nod your little head in acceptance and take little steps back, letting the top of the sack slip out of your little hands. You were terrified of this trap and wanted nothing to do with it.

Gingerly, Bucky reached a large hand forward, being careful not to make any sudden movements (he figured it would not be a good idea to use his metal arm, which he kept at his side). He grasped the sack between his thumb and forefinger and slipped it free of the trap’s jaws; the man then set it on the ground in front of you.

Hesitantly you took it back, your eyes steady on the giant before you. When he leaned away, you found it much easier to breathe.

“I’m sorry if it hurt you,” Bucky murmured, gesturing to the trap. “I had no idea you…y’know…lived here. Well—I assume you live here. You do live here, right?”

Your nod was slight, but not unnoticeable.

The atmosphere then quickly died, as Bucky didn’t know how else to carry on the conversation, and like hell were you talking. The deceased dialogue hung there limply before the both of you, taunting and taunting and taunting until someone came up with a new topic. Giant and tiny simply stared, observing one another in the awkward silence.

Well. There had been one thing on Bucky’s mind for a few minutes now.

It is with a pinch of shame, a handful of curiosity, and a shit load of forced confidence that Bucky asked, “Have you ever…been held before?”

Judging by your mortified expression, that was a no. But the face didn’t last very long—rather it morphed into more of a curious grimace, as if you wouldn’t be opposed to the idea, but it was still make you very anxious.

You had always wondered what things would look like all the way up there. Sure, you could climb on the counter, on top of the cabinets near the ceiling even, but no way could it be the same as being held in someone’s hand. You could travel faster, see the world, be kept safe…

You were suddenly toppled over with a surge of warm confidence, the likes of which you’d never experienced in your life. The desire to trust this giant became overwhelming all of a sudden, so you decided to bypass all of your usual worrying and just get on with the whole ordeal. He seemed nice enough, yeah?

(Normally you would consider such behavior entirely reckless—what had gotten into you?)

“Let me up,” you called out, projecting as much as your tiny lungs allowed. A new expression appeared on your face—one of determination, fearlessness, and a rock-solid conscience. None of which you really felt on the inside, but you were sure good at playing the part. Bucky believed it.

His surprise was clear, but it pleased him that you were so willing. He was embarrassed to have asked to hold you, but he couldn’t help it—the thought had been burning the back of his mind. Someone so tiny was meant to be protected, Bucky thought. You were definitely capable of taking care of yourself, especially considering you had lived in his house all this time, but you deserved to be treated like a person.

Holding you was among the most terrifying things Bucky had ever done. Seeing you in the palm of his hand, so small and fragile, he was mortified at the thought of harming you. The thought of his past self almost made him laugh—he was so determined to be gentle with you, and yet his hands were stained with the memories of unspeakable crimes. He began to shake, remembering the things he had done, ashamed that he would even think of touching you.

You could feel the man’s trembling beneath your curled legs, and your brows furrowed. What was going through this giant’s head? And more importantly, he seemed to be more afraid of you than you were of him. You didn’t know where this brave face of yours had come from, but that was to think about at a later time.

Ever so gently, you placed your little hand on the pad of Bucky’s thumb in a comforting manner, as if to tell him that you were okay, and he would be okay. It was almost a comical scene—Bucky, the trained soldier and broken soul, shaking with nerves as he was comforted by you, a tiny person notorious for your fear of giants.

You smiled up at the man, joking lightly, “Careful with all that shaking, you might drop me.”

This drew a laugh out of Bucky—deep and hearty, his lips curling in amusement. The relief of the joke was much needed, and he seemed to calm down a bit.

Needless to say, Bucky had needed this experience. It provided him much solace to discover that he could hold something so precious without breaking it, and now he wanted to continue the act by protecting you further.

“I don’t want you to have to live in fear,” Bucky confessed. “You don’t have to hide away in the walls anymore—if you don’t want.”

Your little grin sent goosebumps down his skin, even more so when you accepted the offer, wrapping your arms around his thumb in a mini-hug. It was with much relief that Bucky smiled, comforted with the thought of keeping his new friend safe.

[froginette]

a bit of a drabble from a prompt i found

mmmm yep. im a chongyun simp. and idk i somehow wrote this in one day?? im usually very slow?? i just got the idea about the candle thing and ahhh yadda yadda youll see :) if you enjoy let me know!

kinda maybe a bit ooc towards the end ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ oopsy. also excuse the sickening fluff im stressed about school and fluff is very comfortinf afgshskshdn

❝   I love the way you look at me.  ❞

The words tumbled from Chongyun’s lips before he could even process them.

Cheeks bright red, shoulders hunching, the boy’s entire demeanor withered into something so mortified and horror-stricken you’d think he had been jumpscared.

But you—you were melting.

His words danced through the space in between you, lilting this way and that to an invisible tune as your mind scrambled to catch up. Chongyun…never said things like that. Things so sweet, so genuine, so vulnerable. It’s not that he wasn’t kind or thoughtful—it’s just that because of his condition, anything was susceptible to triggering his excess passion. So it was no surprise that after he had let that gentle comment slip, he was left reeling with embarrassment.

To take a trip into his mind, Chongyun liked to imagine that everyone’s soul was represented by a little candle, nestled somewhere near their heart where it is kept dear.

As much as he could, the boy tried to make sure that the wick of his own candle never even burned—that it was left as a cool, charred stump. This way, he would never do anything he would later regret; at all costs, he must suppress his yang energy, else he was a danger to himself and others.

But you.

Whenever he first met you, the little candle hopped inside his chest—a tiny, fiddling flame was suddenly excited, though weak and sputtering; he huffed and he puffed and he blew, but the little candle would not go out…until you parted ways.

Once you were gone, meandering down the streets of Liyue from whence you came, he began to feel that familiar, safe emptiness he had always strived to maintain…his candle had returned to its comfortable state of ice. But never before had the sentiment seemed so miserable. When that flame had ignited in your presence, he felt alive. Anxious, yes, but alive!

Chongyun knew he had to conceal his passion, that he could never let his candle hold a flame; but when it came to you, it was out of his hands.

His heart lurched at your smile; his face burned bright red at your proximity; he couldn’t help but fidget under your gaze. Despite his efforts, you broke him. You took his candle and set it ablaze, somehow both bringing light to his heart and keeping him safe from the burning wick. He could not control his Yang energy in your presence, and yet, he didn’t feel much different other than his physical symptoms. He still felt conscious and in control of himself—aside from the fact that he trembled when your touch even brushed against him.

Pulling his mind back to the present, Chongyun observed you now, forgetting his previous embarrassment.

He was reminded of why he said what he did.

He loved the way you looked at him. Your gaze had always made the heat rush to his face, but not now. He was rid of his usual panic, and instead he was gifted with sudden and overwhelming appreciation for you.

You looked at him as if he were the most important person in the world. Your eyes, ever attentive, always trained on him as he spoke; your smile never wavering as he chatted about chasing evil spirits, or stories of chaotic incidents when his yang energy got out of hand; you would rest your chin in your dainty palms, listening keenly to his every word.

You looked at him as if you were proud of him, even though he felt like a failure of an exorcist. Never had he even seen an evil spirit because of his strong energy, but still you supported him and comforted him when expeditions proved fruitless. You could always find the good even in the worst of situations.

One glance at you and anyone could tell how genuine you were. You were here for it all, in for the long haul. When Chongyun imagined your candle, he saw a radiant and lofty flame, almost too big for its candle; embers spiraling and swirling to the heavens as your passion swelled. And yet its brightness would not hurt one’s eyes; it would not blister; the candle would provide warmth and comfort, strength and joy, emanating his favorite parts about you.

And now, watching your eyes widen with innocent joy, Chongyun felt his own candle mimicking that of yours. He felt it right there next to his heart, awakening at last, unfurling its tongues of feverish flame. Excitement swelled like a balloon in his chest—it grew and it grew; his skin felt electrifying; there was a strange prickling sensation in his fingers and toes.

…Was he alright?

Oh, Archons, it’s happening again. Chongyun knew that whatever mortifying thing he did next was sure to scare you away forever. He braced himself to black out and wake up having committed some horrifying act of insanity.

But the moment didn’t come. When he realized that he had squeezed his eyes shut, he peeled them open with caution. And there you were—as lovely as ever, right in front of him. You were still there. He hadn’t lost control.

Even though it occurred to him that your hands were laid comfortingly on his arm, Chongyun didn’t panic. He felt so normal that he was afraid.

“It’s okay, Chongyun,” you murmured gently, eyebrows furrowing with concern. You had known something was wrong the moment his face went more red than usual, and he had begun to sway a bit, so you rushed to his side without thinking. You worried yourself sick about him, whether he knew this or not.

Chongyun’s candle encouraged him, feeding his confidence. This was the moment where he could do the things he dreamed about—he could touch you, be affectionate, without the fear of losing himself.

And so he did. So, so softly, he placed his hand on top of yours, meticulously lacing your fingers with his own, not breaking eye contact even once.

Now you were the one to go warm in the face.

Despite yourself, a grin creeped its way onto your lips. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, Yun. But I like it.”

He returned the subtle smile, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “It’s you,” he said. “I don’t know what it is, but you make me feel alive. So you’re lucky I can control myself.”

That comment made you disintegrate into shambles, and he took the opportunity to grab your hand and bring it slowly to his own face, placing it against his cheek and holding it there. It was so strange feeling the touch of another, but it was electrifying—he leaned into your palm, giving it an affectionate squeeze.

You offered him a watery smile, more happy than words could express. You could never tell what was going through his mind, and now was no exception. “Chongyun,” you mumbled, without any real intention of a question or even sentence. You just wanted to say his name.

It seemed to have an affect on the boy, because that sneaky glint in his eye from earlier returned, but it didn’t match the innocent little grin on his lips. You knew that behind his calm exterior, Chongyun had the potential to be a bit daring (he definitely learned from Xingqiu).

It was then that the two of you shared a sweet, short and slightly clumsy kiss, but it was perfect enough for the both of you.

The rest of the day, Chongyun was mesmerized by your touch. He was taking every chance he could to play with your fingers, brush your arm with his, or link pinkies. It was all still a bit scary, but he was bursting with newfound confidence and the joy that he could control his energy around you.

Chongyun didn’t want to extinguish his candle again. He loved this passion, he loved how you made him feel; he loved who he could become with you. He didn’t know how you could do so much to him, but the details didn’t matter.

What did matter was the fact that you had been the one to ignite the first spark of passion he had allowed himself to feel in years.

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druig and tiny!reader

lol hi this is my first time writing g/t and i kinda super don’t like it but i’m posting it because i want it out of my drafts and i also don’t wanna delete it :-) i hope to improve, so any feedback would be appreciated. i wanted to try something new, but i also don’t know druig’s character very well?? why did i choose him?? idk?? anyways aggsnska i hope you like it if you happen to stumble upon this?? yeah????

You had been terrified out of your mind for as long as you could remember.

Always running. Always hiding. Always living in fear that someday you would be discovered by the giants.

It was constant; it was consuming; it was exhausting. All you wanted to do was lay down and take an eternal nap with no one to bother you, no one to hurt you, no one to scare you. But that could never happen--everywhere you went, there the giants were.

You were a little speck in a ginormous world with ginormous people, and you could find no safe place to simply exist.

However, this time you stumbled upon a quaint little village. The people were peaceful, yet moved and behaved almost akin to robots. This was particularly odd to you, as no other people you had seen went about their lives looking so stiff. Despite this, they seemed kind; but still, there was something behind their eyes that was off-putting to you.

There seemed to be one person in charge--you learned his name was Druig. He was the only one who never acted so like a mannequin. He was intimidating, and you shivered at the thought of being near him, but your thoughts drifted to his face often. You thought he could not be very old--he looked remarkably young for a leader of a village--but his eyes told a different story. How did that hard gaze of his demand such obedience and submission, yet at the same time plead for relief of pain? What was his pain, what was his past? You couldn't help being intrigued. He was a complete mystery, but the longer you lingered the more you realized that none of the people in the village questioned anything. Not their leader, not their own behavior, nothing. They went about their lives almost as if in a daze or trance, completely submissive and asleep.

That made you long to question things even more.

You eventually settled down in the house of a young woman and her daughter, scrambling into the first hole you could find and making a home for yourself. After gathering anything small you could scavenge that you were sure was of no use to the family, your little abode wasn't quite cozy yet, but it was something.

The woman and her daughter were kind creatures, and you knew they cared for each other dearly. The mother (Allyria) would sing her little girl (Perse) to sleep every night, and you listened, enchanted and comforted. You imagined Allyria knew you were there and that she was singing to you, too; that she loved you, cared for you, and wanted you. But you could never be seen, and that would never happen, however lonely you grew.

Nights were terribly cold, but you hadn't much to cover yourself with, since most of what you borrowed was only food. For a long time you suffered and shivered, not able to find any other option; but once, you decided to explore out of the house to hopefully find a place more warm.

And so you did: Druig's house. It was conveniently the closest one you could find to Allyria and Perse.

It was the nicest home in the village, but not by much. It was just warmer and had more places to hide, so you took the opportunity gladly. On nights that were too cold to bear, you hustled next door and snuggled up in the nest of fabrics you had made for yourself.

Perhaps you could have just moved the fabrics over to Allyria's home, but part of you denied that and deemed it too difficult, because you truly wanted to know more about Druig.

You almost cried the first time you slept there, wholly because you were so afraid Druig was going to find you. As he wandered about his house, doing chores or reading, you watched him with wide, fearful eyes. Sometimes you forgot just how small you were. He could step on you, and you would be gone. But eventually the thoughts passed, and you were drawn into sleep once Druig had laid down to rest, too.

You didn't learn very much about Druig even being in his house. The only thing that occurred was a tiny feeling of warm fuzz growing inside your tummy whenever you looked at him, alongside the sickening fear of his height. Part of you thought that he couldn't be so bad, and maybe you could meet him someday, but the other part of you cried just thinking about that.

You lived like this, an unbothered observer, for several months, but it seems that all good things come to an end eventually.

One frigid night, as you slipped past the crack in Druig's window, a familiar voice, penetrating and inquisitive, scolded, "You're late, small one." He almost sounded amused.

Every bone, every muscle, every sinew in your body froze and tensed up so much that it was painful. Like a deer in headlights, you stood unmoving at the window, thoughts racing and heart pounding against your chest as if you were truly about to die. You wanted to run away, to scream, but you simply weren't able.

Druig chuckled at your silence. "Nothing to say?" He wasn't even facing you--how did he know you were here? He was organizing papers on the other side of the room, his back to you. This realization only made your stomach do a thousand more flips.

After an entire nail-biting minute, Druig sighed loudly, then turned and made his way over to the window where you were frozen. His footsteps were like thunder to you; you quivered as he approached. He was too tall, too close. It was too much. You were going to die, you were going to die, you swore it.

You wanted to beg, to plead, to ask him how he knew you were there, but your voice failed you. How could you speak to a giant? He could crush you in one sweep of a hand.

But he didn't. He did nothing but smile in a reserved manner, watching you.

After a moment your heart's pounding left your ears, and you felt yourself in control of your body again. Uncomfortable, you resorted to the nervous habit of playing with the hem of your shirt, tugging it back and forth between your hands. He noticed this, and his smile lifted a bit; he could spot embarrassed behavior easily.

"You don't need to be afraid. I've always known you're here," he murmured, tilting his head. Your expression turned curious, and he knew exactly what you wanted to ask—how? But you didn’t ask. He cleared his throat.

More silence.

"It's quite cold out there, isn't it?" His eyes studied you with such an intensity you had to look away (though he filled up much of your vision). “You’ve been making quite the journey,” he continued in that soft, lulling voice. You kept staring at the window sill as if it were the most interesting thing in the world; you just couldn’t bear to look up at him and see how he towered over you. It was petrifying, since you’d never been this close to a giant before.

It was easy to sense his subtle frustration at your silence, picking up on how he bristled and shifted slightly, lips tightening. He wanted you to talk to him. But you couldn't. You were too scared.

"I bet you've wondered why these people act so strangely sometimes," he mumbled quietly, leaning forward. How did he know that?

"If you talk to me, I'll tell you why," he said, quirking an eyebrow. "It's the same reason I knew you were here."

An interesting proposition, but a scary one. However, you desperately wished to know what was going on here, so you just nodded, at a loss for any other option. If you denied, would he kill you? It would be foolish to disobey someone with so much power.

He smiled. "Come." Druig held his hand out before you, and you flinched away, heartrate speeding again. What was he doing?

"Hop on," he mused, as if it were obvious. Your gaze flickered between the man and his hand anxiously, but he muttered, "You can trust me, little one. I only want to help you."

At those words your heart did a little loop-de-loop, and, perhaps rashly, you crawled onto his hand with no more hesitation. Oh, boy, you were so going to take a nap after this. Too much stress. Too much being brave.

Your tummy dropped straight to the floor as Druig lifted you gingerly and walked to the couch; fearing the worst, you clung to his thumb, arms wound round it as tight as you or he could bear. The ground...was so far down...you were so high up...

As he settled on the couch, your fear melted a bit. Druig's eyes softened seeing your calmer expression and relaxed arms.

“So,” he began, giving you that same quirked smile he made when he was addressing his villagers. It was haughty, it was domineering, it was intimidating. It wasn’t a kind smile, and yet in his eyes remained that same deep pain you saw before.

“Do you have a name?”

It was a long moment before you could tell him. Shaking, refusing to look at him, you managed to let your name escape your lips. Your voice was wobbly and hoarse—this was the first time you had spoken in…a long time. And you were just afraid.

Druig nodded, his grin softening. “Alright. Well, it’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance after so long of being in my village.”

Your eyes turned glassy as they filled with tears from the anxiety of being discovered and the embarrassment that he’d known all along. “How…?” you breathed, unable to finish, but he understood.

Bringing you closer to his face, Druig’s hushed tone as he spoke made you cross your arms and sooth the goosebumps that appeared. “My dear, I can do things you could never imagine. I know what you are thinking; I can sense a mind, listen to it, feel it. I can control it, too.”

If you weren’t scared before, you certainly were now. You wanted to get out of here, to scream, to scratch him; anything to be back listening to Allyria sing a lullaby to Perse.

“I’ve known you were here since the moment you arrived, little one.”

Your face flooded with heat as he confirmed his knowledge again. You were ashamed that all this time, he had known; you were like a little rat, an undignified animal. You didn’t even deserve to be in his presence.

Druig tutted. “I promise, it’s alright. You see, I knew just from sensing you that you were different. So small, so quiet. I had yet to find you, until you came into my home. It made sense to me after seeing you that your mind was different. Because you really are that little.”

Finally you looked back up at him, fiddling with the hem of your shirt again. What was he doing? Was he just gloating before he killed you? Making your shame peak?

The man tutted again. “You are a small creature—but I can assure you that I don’t wish to hurt you. I want you to accompany me.”

You wiped your teary eyes and sniffed a bit. “A…accompany…you..?”

He nodded, satisfied. “Yes. I don’t want you to hide, and I don’t want you to be so afraid. I intend to make you feel like you are apart of something, since I’ve gathered that the feeling is quite foreign to you. Is that alright with you, little one?”

You were so confused. He wanted to help you…this giant, whom had been watching you when you thought you were doing the watching.

You supposed…that would be okay. If he was being genuine.

And then, without you having said anything aloud, Druig nodded. “It’s settled. You are to live with me full-time, yes? Allyria is kind, but I wish for you to be near me.”

Slowly, you nodded. You would miss hearing her sing, though. Another tear rolled down your cheek.

“Darling, are you sad?” he asked, his voice soft and gentle. Your tummy did a somersault, and you shook your head. You didn’t know why you were still crying, because what was happening was good. He was going to be kind to you.

“I want to protect you, that’s all. I don’t want you to get hurt.” You’re so small. He didn’t say the last part, but it was implied, and you felt it to the core. “You don’t have to stay with me, though. I would understand,” he added.

At that, your eyes widened. He was giving you a choice. He could just control you, make you say yes, but he was giving you the choice.

You wanted to stay. You trusted him now. You were standing in his hand, after all.

“I want…to stay with you,” you murmured. Druig’s smile grew.

You were grateful that he was showing you such gentleness when you felt you didn’t deserve it. But Druig had been watching you for a while now, and he was fascinated with how you were so resourceful, so quick-witted as well as quick-footed, and the way you were so skilled at building and creating. He wanted to make you feel as big as he knew your mind was. To him, you were much more than just a small person.

“Friends?” he asked.

You grinned, placing your hand against the pad of his thumb. “Friends.”

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i wanted to continue this and have the reader be able to help him stop using his power to control the villagers but i lost motivation grrhjdjsjgah anyways yeah :-)

[froginette]

ikaris x tiny reader

AYO!!! SPOILERS FOR THE ETERNALS BELOW!!

➺ request (@thorlover): so ik Ikaris is technically dead/evil but could you do something similar to ur other one where like the borrower has to hide out in his house and thinks he doesn't know that they are there but then he finds them or something and ofc they are scared and fluff happens

➺ content: fluff, little borrowing shenanigans, big giant shenanigans, all around shenanigans and goodness :)

bro i always knew ikaris was too hot to be good. but i also have a lot of sympathy for his character; he was misguided and just loyal to the extreme. the other eternals analyzed the situation through their own lenses of morality, but the only connection ikaris had to humanity was sersi (otherwise he didn’t care about humans) so he had no reason not to be blindly loyal to arishem. he had no reason to think earth was special. he was doing what he thought was his stupid duty, the dumb himbo </3

also i just rewatched eternals and holy crap i got so many ideas for a more serious g/t storyline, but i’ll use it for something later. i want this one to be more fluffy! :)

ikaris. you’d heard the name before in ancient greek myths and cautionary tales.. but the man the stories were based off of was much different than you’d been told.

you knew this because you were accidentally living in his house.

it was after a particularly harrowing journey that you were desperate for a place to settle. the merciless wind threw you around like a toy, wrenching your few belongings from your grip and scattering them as if they were dandelion seeds. being so small made travelling anywhere a nightmare, especially in such weather as this, so the first building you came upon was your new resting place, your new shelter. and this building happened to be where ikaris lived.

at first, you were able to do your usual routine: borrow when he’s gone, make yourself a little home in somewhere secure, and stay out of sight at all times. it worked for a while, but after you discovered that this man seemed to be something…not human, the circumstances began to shift.

ikaris was keen. he knew when things were off. and this terrified you. you began to come out less, and when you did, you were shaking with fear that the giant would pop out from somewhere all of a sudden. but you were hungry, so hungry; you had to do this. you needed food.

it wasn’t until you were caught red-handed on his kitchen counter that you realized assuming he was asleep was a mistake.

ikaris loomed over you, his head tilted curiously. the man was undoubtedly handsome—almost too handsome, you thought, holding back a giggle. giggling at this time would be inappropriate, you told yourself sternly. now was a time to be terrified out of your wits.

ah, yes, terror is certainly what you felt when ikaris reached his massive hand over you and plucked you from the counter, holding you by the neck of your shirt. screaming and kicking, you cried out the worst swears you knew, demanding to be let down. you had never been put in such a degrading position before.

ikaris’ face was neutral, almost robotic in its stillness. he waited, waited for you to stop struggling. eventually you did, realizing he was just letting you make a fool of yourself, but then the adrenaline faded and the fear sank in once again. a few tears slipped down your cheeks as you hung suspended by your shirt, vulnerable and cold and anxious.

it felt like years until he spoke.

“you are a most curious creature,” was what he said. his voice was deep and mystifying.

“and you’re a major jerk! put me down! please! this hurts!” you cried, struggling again. ikaris seemed to understand, but instead of putting you down, he placed you in the palm of his hand.

you tried to leap off, scrambling to the edge of his fingers, but he just curled them so that you tumbled back to his palm and landed flat on your rear end. “ow,” you squeaked, bringing your knees to your chest to make yourself into a little ball.

why wouldn’t he speak? why did he just stare at you?

“are you going to hurt me?” you asked, hiding your tears with your shaky hands.

“no, of course not,” ikaris murmured. “i’m just…surprised, is all.”

not gentle at all, though, you thought. he would be a terrible pet owner.

“please, i’m sorry that i hurt you,” he said. “can you forgive me?”

you lifted your head hesitantly, wondering if you could really trust him. his face was still so robotic, but his eyes seemed to hold at least some ounce of sincerity within them.

“sure. fine. as long as you never hold me like that again,” you declared. “it’s embarrassing.”

“yes, i didn’t know—i’m sorry about that.” ikaris actually smiled, seemingly holding back a laugh. it was a beautiful sight.

you grinned back, tucking your legs underneath yourself to sit up. you’d always secretly wanted to meet the giants you borrowed from, but none of them had caught you until now. and you were glad. this one seemed to be the nicest.

the way ikaris studied you was perplexing—he seemed so genuine, so intrigued, as if you had struck some long-sleeping chord in his heart. it was scary, being looked at, but it wasn’t so bad right now. you felt seen—literally, as well as metaphorically.

after a comfortable silence, ikaris took a deep breath, almost as if steadying himself. this was the most human expression you’d seen on his face so far.

“so, you hungry?”

it was these words that officially signed the beginning of a new friendship.

[froginette]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

❀ : g/t

✿ : not g/t

001. genshin impact

✿ genshin men being honorary brothers

✿ chongyun drabble

002. marvel

❀ bucky barnes x tiny!reader

❀ druig x tiny!reader

❀ ikaris x tiny!reader