Itâs storming out, but thankfully youâre in good hands.
You know the weather is going to be bad today. Unfortunately, youâve underestimated just how bad it would get.
Out of nowhere, you and your giant friend both hear a rumble of thunder. You see that your friend seems rather unbothered by it as he continues to play his game, but you on the other hand start to glance around anxiously. Itâs not too long before another bout of thunder rolls in, jolting you in response to the deep rumbling.
Your friend pauses his game and looks over at you, putting his controller down to give you his full attention.
âIs the storm scaring you?â
You nod, but just as you open your mouth to speak, you see a flash of purple light outside the window before a crash of thunder not two seconds later. You curl inward on the arm of the couch, trembling and whimpering as the scale of the storm completely overwhelms you.
As the rain starts to pour heavily, you feel a shift from your friend before feeling his warm hands making contact. You stiffen in response, not wanting to let your guard down only to be startled by more thunder.
âItâs okay, come here.â
His voice cuts through the tension youâre feeling, and it isnât long before you feel his hands carefully wrapping around you. Already curled up into a ball, he simply gathers you into his hands and cups both of them around you, surrounding you entirely within them.
Darkness overwhelms you as he closes his fingers around you. You fit absolutely perfectly within his hands, leaving no space for you to struggle or squirm. The best you can do is wriggle just slightly. You canât see anything while youâre being held like this, but you can still feel and hear. Warmth from his fingers seeps into you, removing the chill thatâd started to give you goosebumps over your arms.
Youâre still shaking, but you feel him give you a light squeeze, the gentle pressure enveloping you giving you a sense of security and safety within the protection of his hands. Theyâre all you feel around you, isolating you from the outside world for as long as he wants to hold you.
âShh⊠Iâve got you, Iâve got you,â he croons softly, keeping your tiny, stiff body curled up tight in his hands.
You cry out again with the next instance of thunder, feeling him squeeze around you again. Youâre still trembling, but for some reason, feeling him hold you in such a confined manner begins to comfort and calm you. He has absolute power in how he holds you, completely encasing you within his hands easily. Feeling that power in the pressure around you as he holds you firmly is what slowly settles you down, reassuring you that youâre safe with him.
You slowly begin to relax in his hold, releasing the tension bundled up so tightly in your tiny body. Despite feeling you loosen up, he still keeps you curled up in his grasp. You let yourself relax completely in his hands, trusting him to protect you from the force of nature raging outside.
The way his hands continue to restrain you so tightly, keeping you tucked away and sheltered by him, finds you nestling yourself within them. You snuggle yourself up in his restrictive hold, and itâs only then that he opens his hands up just enough to peek in at you with warmth in his eyes.
âYou alright in there?â
You peek back out from within and nod your head, reaching a tiny little hand out and placing it on the edge of the sliver of revealed space in his hands. You squeeze it lightly, watching him chuckle.
âYouâre gonna be just fine, Iâll keep you safe.â
You nod again before withdrawing your hand and curling it in with the rest of you once more.
âDo you want to come out now?â
You shake your head, youâre not done yet. He smiles softly and closes his hands back up, and you relish in feeling the strength in his hands as he lightly squeezes you again. He holds your tiny little life with extreme care and attention, and you plan to bask in that attention as a distraction from the storm, which hasnât been bothering you as much.
As if he wasnât already relaxing you enough, you feel him begin to carefully knead his hands against you, massaging warmth and comfort into you as he keeps you contained. At this point, youâre content to lay limp and let him do as he pleases. You know he wonât hurt you, and youâre curious to see just how long heâll hold you like this if youâre not asking to be let out.
After a while, the storm begins to die down, and he gives you a gentle squeeze to get your attention.
âAlright, my hands are getting tired. Time to come out, little one.â
You feel his hands move, and you shudder as they open up, chilled air rushing in to greet you. You arenât cold for too long though as he presses you to his chest. He leans back on the couch and covers you with both of his hands. Itâs not quite as tight, but hearing his heartbeat more than makes up for it. You nestle in against his chest, gripping his shirt as he keeps you close to him, and close your eyes, happy to let the sound of his breathing, heartbeat, and the rain lull you to sleep, however long it may be.