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he's very polite

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Kæmpe Stor’s Life Part 2:

Part 1 here

By now Stor has been living with Joseph and Rudy for about 6 months. In that time, they have been teaching Stor how to interact with people smaller than him. They bought several mannequins for Stor to pick up and use all his strength on so he can know the limits of himself and other creatures. And eventually, Stor was allowed to pick up his parents when they ALL felt ready.

Stor is taught to only pick up people when absolutely necessary or if a person wants to be picked up. Stor cannot touch people outside his family without expressed permission and consent.

He’s also scolded for picking up objects that aren’t his, because of how easily he could accidentally break something. At the age of 6, Stor can pick up a motorcycle with one hand. It’s only a matter of time before he could pick up a car or a truck.

Joseph and Rudy never want Stor to think of objects or people as toys, which wasn’t really a problem in the first place, but they wanted to be sure. In order to adopt Stor, the couple made an agreement, that Stor could be taken away by the government at any moment for messing up or hurting someone.

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House wise, Joseph and Rudy moved to a lot by the sea. There, they built a entire new house and off to the side a large barn that would house their growing giant child. Nobody knows how big Stor would/could get, so the couple decided to be safe and just build him a separate room/building that he can grow into. They also added several skylights on the house roof with hatches on the outside so if Stor gets tall enough he can open them and look inside the house.

The food and clothes issue was solved at the same time. Joseph’s best friend (Elijah) married (Magie) one of the most powerful Witches in the world. (Strega’s parents.) Joseph asked for her help. Magie developed a potion that, when put in food, would multiply its nutients and portions size to Stor’s. His clothes were enchanted by another powerful Witch. When Stor isn’t touching his clothes they are human sized, but as soon as Stor picks them up they grow proportional to his giant stature.

But the family needs to constantly get refill on Stor’s food potions, which leads to the young boy hanging around the Witch house hold a lot. There, Stor met and befriended Strega and her two older siblings (Lin & Jadis). Strega is 4 years old.

Learn more about Strega here

Stor and Strega: ☺️🥺

Stor also spent his days at the Witch house because both his dads had to work during the day. Elijah is a stay at home husband, so he watches Stor and Strega while Lin and Jadis go off to school.

When Stor first started being watched by Elijah, he’d cry when his dads dropped him off. He had SEVERE separation anxiety and worried his parents wouldn’t come back.

Stor at this point has not gone to school, his parents want to make sure he’s comfortable around other smaller people and understands the power/danger he could pose to those around him.

Elijah, Joseph and Rudy all worked to fill in Stor’s education he already was missing before sending him to a real school. Basic reading/writing/etc.

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After six months, Stor’s fathers felt he was ready to go to a real school.

At this age, being only 11 and a half feet tall, Stor can go inside the school, though he hits his head on the ceiling and door frames. He needs a large bean table for a desk.

At recess, Stor is forbidden from playing with the other kids for fear he might accidentally hurt them. So he sits to the side with the teachers all recess.

It's here that Stor meets Yilan, his future best friend.

Yilan didn’t want to play with the other kids during recess, so he hid behind Stor. There they begin talking and quickly become friends.

Yilan, much like Stor, was alone. Yilan is half human and half snake, a very dangerous combo leading many people to fear the 7 year old, much like people fear Stor.

More about Yilan here

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Keep in mind, Stor is still a very energetic 6 year old and being cooped up all day unable to expel that energy is not doing the kid any favors. He became jittery, restless and irritated. Joseph and Rudy had to get creative.

They turned to the ocean in their very back yard. Rudy taught Stor to swim, he learned quickly and grew to love it. Everyday after school Stor would go to the beach with his fathers and swim. If he was frustrated? Swim. Happy or excited? Swim.

Being in the water became calming to him. He loves all kinds of water, the feeling of a stream through his fingers or just floating in the ocean. (Maybe that's why he likes to be around Mizu so much?🫣)

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Part 3 here & Part 4 here

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[theotherace]

And you can ignore this if inspiration doesn’t strike, but maybe 1 for the “his father’s weight” au? Or any prompt that fits the story better haha!

[ao3]

"You don't have to do this alone."

Her hands were shaking when she finally turned back around to the sink, her son's angrily stomping steps shaking their small apartment, vibrating through her. She winced when his door slammed, not quite loud enough to drown out his choked "I hate you!", loud enough for her to drop the bowl she'd picked up.

Or maybe it was just too slippery from the soap water.

Or maybe she was shaking too hard.

She dragged her sleeve over her eyes.

In his room, Kelsang made every effort to convey his anger through noise opening and shutting a closet door with more force than necessary, stomping because he knew she could feel every step of his.

The sloppy, fumbling melody sounded from there a moment later, making her think of Aang playing that very same dramyin when they sat around a fire with their friends, making her ache because there were only a handful of people who could teach her son how to play the instrument now and they saw none of them often enough.

She wondered if he'd grabbed the lute to upset her further.

She doubted it.

She flinched when Kanto appeared behind her, so focused she'd been on her son she hadn't noticed him approaching, and then relaxed when Lin's chubby arms wrapped around her neck.

"Shouldn't you be in bed, little badgermole?"

"We heard you argue", Kanto explained when the little girl only buried her face in Toph's shoulder. "Lin wanted to see if you were alright."

The woman turned around and took the child from him.

"I'm good, kid. You know you don't have to worry about me."

A small sniffle.

"And Kel?"

"He … It'll be fine."

She kissed her head.

"I'll have to check on him. And you should be back in bed, huh?"

"Toph."

Kanto's hand found her cheek, warm and instantly grounding, stopping her from handing over Lin.

"I'm not sure that's the best idea. I didn't hear everything, but … he's angry, that much I got. I don't think he wants to see you right now."

"I don't …"

She shook her head.

It had been a terrible, no good day and this fight truly was a new low.

She was tired.

She needed to check on her son.

"I need to--"

Again: "Toph."

He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

Lin cuddled closer.

"You don't have to do this alone. Not anymore, alright? Just … get Lin to bed, and Kelsang can cool off a bit, and then I'm gonna check on him, okay?"

"You don't even know what we fought about."

"You can tell me while the kid calms down. I don't think any of us should go in until he's done playing that instrument of his."

"It's called a dramyin."

"Right. That."

He sounded like he was smiling.

She didn't feel like smiling back.

"You want a hug?"

"No."

"But I'm hugging you!", Lin cried.

"And you're a much better hugger than your dad."

Toph sighed.

"You might be right, though …"

"Always am."

Now he was definitely grinning.

"Don't push it."

He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"I just wish you remembered you and Kelsang, … you're not alone in this anymore. I'm here for you."

He tickled Lin's side, making her giggle and squirm in her stepmother's hold.

"We both are."

"Well, … thank you for reminding me."

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[khazadspoon]

I want to share this because yet again a relationship is developing differently to how I initially planned it. This is the introduction of my 3rd protagonist.

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Hunter pressed a finger to his lips as they approached the center of the town. 

Or what had been the center.

All that remained was a crater, shallow but wide, its edges ragged with torn up earth. The smoke had ceased rising but it was clear this was the epicenter of the explosion. Hunter knelt down and touched the ground at the edge of the crater. 

“It's cool,” he whispered, rising again and glancing quickly around the area. His eyes widened, shoulders stiffening and posture becoming rigid as something alerted him. “This way.”

Hunter bent his knees as he walked, half crouching as he moved smoothly towards what looked to be a rundown temple. Asher followed as silently as they could and gazed up at the building with a nauseating feeling in their stomach. 

It was a squat building, wide and built of heavy stone. The roof sloped down at the sides, weathered carvings decorating the facade under its overhang - monstrous faces, creatures with crumbling wings, worn figures dancing or fighting. The doorway stood dark and empty, but Hunter walked towards it with a steady pace. He paused at its threshold, glanced back at Asher, and ducked inside. 

“Wait!” Asher hissed. They approached the door and took a deep, stinging breath. 

Inside was darkness, black and dense. The air was still, the stink of sulphur less cloying as the lingering scent of incense hung in the building. Asher stepped carefully as their feet struck prayer cushions and mats left strewn on the floor, their eyes slowly adjusting to the gloom. 

Then, from the corner of their vision, they saw a dim glow. It was orange, like a lantern that was moments from being snuffed out. Hunter's silhouette swam into view as he drew close to the glow. He lifted his hands in a gesture of peace and Asher realised with a start what the source of the light was. 

There was a girl huddled in the corner of the temple, body covered in a moth eaten blanket, her face streaked with dirt that had been smudged by tears. There wasn't a hair on her head, no even eyebrows that Asher could see. She whimpered at Hunter's presence, drawing back further against the wall. He knelt and Asher saw the girl watch as he lifted the knife from his belt and placed it on the floor, followed by the bandolier. 

“It's alright,” he said softly into the silence of the temple. “I'm not going to hurt you.”

Her eyes were wide, bright with tears and fright, flickering orange within the dark brown of her irises, and her fingers clutching at the blanket as though it was her only defense. Asher supposed it was. 

They slowly moved closer, letting their feet drag slightly to make noise. Hunter turned his head with deliberate slowness and lifted his hand. “Do you have water?” Asher nodded, handing their waterskin to him. He nodded in thanks and turned back to the girl. “Here, you must be thirsty,” he offered it to her, lips curving as she reached out to take it. 

She drank slowly, chapped lips almost cracking where they connected with the skin's rim. Her legs peaked out from the edge of the blanket and Asher knelt at Hunter's side. 

“She needs clothes,” they murmured, lamenting their lack of foresight to bring anything from the horses. 

Hunter slowly reached for the pack of his bandolier and drew out the spare shirt and breeches he had kept in there. The girl followed the movements with frantic eyes, her body curving in on itself until she was little but a bundle in the corner. 

“Here, take these,” Hunter said softly, pushing the clothes towards her. “We'll turn around. You're safe with us.”

She stared at Hunter and tucked the blanket tighter around herself. With a trembling hand she snatched the clothes from the floor and held them close. Hunter and Asher turned away, sitting on the dusty temple floor as the sound of rustling clothes filled the silence. The glow shifted, dimmed, their shadows merging with the darkness as the light faded behind them. The rustling of fabric stopped and a quiet, raspy voice came from the corner. 

“Thank you.”

Hunter turned, expression soft and gentle, his posture relaxed as though trying to calm a wild animal. “You're welcome. My name is Hunter, this is my friend Asher. Can you tell us yours?” He asked evenly. 

“Lin,” she replied in a hoarse whisper. 

The glow, as Asher had begun to suspect, was emanating from under her skin. It was mostly hidden now by Hunter's clothes and the blanket around her shoulders. But it blossomed from her cheeks, illuminating her round face from within. She took the waterskin again and drank deeply, some of it spilling down her chin, the moisture wiped away by one faintly shining hand.  

“Can you tell us what happened?” Asked Asher under their breath. 

Lin's eyes flicked across to them, the glow in their depths beginning to shine brighter as her hands tightened on the waterskin. The shimmer of her skin brightened as well, something akin to despair twisting her face. Tears began to slip down her cheeks and Asher reached out to grip Hunter's sleeve as the water turned to steam within seconds. 

What is she? They thought. 

It doesn't have a name. Came the reply. 

Bitter fear rose in their throat even as the girl began to shake. Hunter stiffened at their side, shoulders curving inward and jaw tightening visibly as his muscles tensed. He slowly touched Asher's hand and unfurled their fingers. He moved with aching slowness towards Lin, eyes lidded but focused, knees scraping on the ground, hands outstretched. 

He touched her hand and winced. She made a shocked, broken sound as more tears turned to steam on her cheeks. 

“Don't-” She choked out, voice thick. “It'll hurt!”

Hunter shook his head a little and held her hand. “It's alright. See?” He held their joined hands up and smiled. “It's alright, you are alright.”

A strangled sob left her throat and she all but threw herself into Hunter's arms, her body shaking as she clung to his back with desperate fingers, the light from her skin permeating his clothes. Together the two of them looked like some ancient statue of reunited lovers. Asher felt their eyes sting, the familiar sensation of tingling in the back of their nose as tears gathered. The bitter fear still lingered, but slighter now. 

They didn't understand the emotions coursing through them, not the fear or relief of the drop of jealousy that muddied the water as Hunter held the girl to his chest. 

“I don't remember what happened,” she said between laboured breaths. “I was- I had gone to the market, then everything was so bright.” Her voice wavered and she jerked back, hands covering her head as though trying to feel what was no longer there. “I heard people screaming, heard them running away and clearing the town before- before I-” She shuddered and the glow around her intensified. 

Asher leaned forward, tugging the blanket back into place around her shoulders. They felt the heat coming off of her in waves and bit their lip, hands gently moving to take hold of her fingers as they dug into her scalp. 

The flash of pain was sudden. It stung like a burn, and Asher resisted the urge to pull back and away. They pried Lin's hands from her head and held them with their own. She looked up and the intensity of her eyes was beyond anything human.

The light dimmed once more, and the orange flames in her eyes settled, flickered, then the temple was plunged into darkness as she slumped against Asher. 

Hunter gripped Asher's arm and helped them to their feet, Lin dangling limp from their arms. “Let's get somewhere safe,” he murmured into the darkness. Asher nodded. Lin was getting colder by the second.