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Balance Beam

I thought this'd be a cute idea, so here it is XD

Leef's balancing act, folks

What's her plan when she reaches the end, I have no clue, but there's excitement in the mystery! XD

#g/t #gt community #borrower #giant tiny #sfw g/t #g/t fluff #g/t art #balancing #digital art #hands

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Size Shifter Story Idea

HA, so what if a shifter was also an influencer online who would feed the G/T community with 'photoshopped' edits of themself being tiny?! XD

Like, everyone's amazed by their photoshop skillz and their mysterious adamancy of never taking commissions to photoshop others in the same scenario - only ever themself.

Meanwhile they're having the time of their life being smol whenever they want and doing smol bean things while also getting crazy unaware-aware popularity for it online XDDD

Shenanigans ensue if someone they know figures out that the pictures aren't actually fake at all~

#g/t #gt community #gt writing #giant tiny #giant/tiny #story ideas #story prompt #sfw g/t #size shifter

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Sleepy Borrower

New OC tiny!!!! - highkey wanna add mouse ears ngl :333

This'll be Leef (who I've referred to in my Pocket Tiny blurb)

I've been spending wayyyy too much time drawing her out in multiple scenarios, so expect an influx of that XDD

#g/t #gt community #borrower #giant tiny #sfw g/t #g/t fluff #g/t art #hands #digital art #giant/tiny

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Conflicting Desires Ch. 2

G/T Will Graham in Hannibal's home continues!

Previous: Ch. 1

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Will’s first look at his new (temporary) home’s owner was less than a day later. 

Having spent the majority of the time before that just exploring the insides of the walls for a secure place to set up base, it was already turning dusk again by the time he saw the man through the slats of the vent showing into the dining room.

A single look, a single thought:

Predator.

Will hadn’t stayed long to observe, after that.

Even so, the sight felt like it’d lodged itself into his mind. This human was nothing like Old Miss Betty with her short (for her species) stature and her frail limbs, with her weary-jointed walk and her poor eyesight.

No. This giant was able-bodied. He looked to be in his forties or so, but even the three-piece suit he wore couldn’t disguise the firm outline of muscle beneath it. He was sitting when Will saw him, but that didn’t hide his undoubtedly towering height nor his wide-set frame either.

And when he took a measured bite from the fancy-looking plate of food set out in front of him, a chunk of meat larger than Will's entire torso easily disappeared past his maw.

What really managed to chill Will to his core, though, were the man’s eyes.

Not exactly brown, not quite the color of rust. More than their unusual hue, though, was how Will couldn’t glean a single thing from behind them - like water off a smooth rock. 

It wasn’t normal. Hell, it was abnormal. Will had been able to read Betty just as easily as he could any borrower. And yet he saw nothing behind this human's eyes.

And that…

That was terrifying. 

So, Will had left, and he'd distracted himself by exploring some more, the rain still beating against the windows in a seemingly never-ending deluge.

He mostly stayed on the ground floor, since hiking up to the second was an undertaking in and of itself, and the rooms there were so pristinely kempt that there really wasn’t anything for him to scavenge, anyways. 

He visited the basement once.

Just once. 

It was cold (too cold for someone as small as he was, who couldn’t retain body heat as well as a human could and didn’t have thick enough clothes to help him do so), it looked meticulously kept, and the only things in sight were a table full of wicked looking tools, another table with thick, black straps in multiple places, a strangely out-of-place-looking plastic tarp set-up, and what looked to be a large fridge or freezer. 

It also had that sense of dread that’d never really left him crawling its way back up his spine until the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

So. 

Just the once. 

The only thing was, after having thoroughly explored (finding a comfortable enough spot in a hollowed-out nook near what he thought was an office space) and scavenged the bare means of what he’d need for his own survival (too wary of taking more at the risk of his theft being noticed), Will found himself gravitating towards the giant.

Not fully - God no. Will wasn’t suicidal. He just meant that he’d sort of taken to watching the human whenever he came home.

It was almost a morbid fascination, in all honesty. Kind of like watching a horror movie even though you knew there was a jump scare around the corner. The other borrowers had done just that on more than one occasion when Betty’s T.V. had been left to play through whatever was on.

All this to say - Will was sure the man wasn’t normal. 

He seemed more like an actor playing a part than a real person. Too perfect, too meticulous, too controlled.

Even here, in his own home where he had to think he was alone, he was behaving that way. Like the suit he wore was a costume and it covered more than just skin deep. 

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It had taken Hannibal just under a week - six days, to be precise - to allow his suspicions to solidify into fact:

He was being watched. 

The first incident in which he had felt eyes upon him, he had been in disbelief. He had not allowed the sentiment to show, of course, instead continuing to cut into his thick, succulent slice of long pig without pause, but his guard had been raised and he had no plans to easily allow it to fall. 

In that first incident, the sensation of being watched had faded quickly, and he had constrained himself to finishing his meal before he began his search.

He found nothing. 

No cameras hidden within the nooks along his walls, paintings, or light fixtures; no microphones taped innocuously under his table or his chairs. His curtains had been closed too, and there was not a living soul in sight.

But Hannibal had not survived so long, especially not as a free man, by allowing himself to fall lax and wave away his own intuition. 

Thus, he feigned proceeding as normal, all the while waiting. Watching and waiting.

He was not disappointed. 

Less than two days later, the gaze returned upon him, and with it, a thrill of anticipation within Hannibal’s gut. This was a novel experience for him - one he had yet to discern whether he fully appreciated or not, but novel all the same. He would savor it until he brought it to its end, for which he had no doubt he would do so.

He was a patient man, after all. An endurance hunter, if you would.

It was only a matter of time before the culprit behind his feeling of being watched (however it was they were doing so) slipped up and revealed themselves to him.

And then...

Well. 

His meat stores were rather in need of fresh goods.

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Well, the pair are off to a great start, huh? XD

#g/t #gt writing #gt community #borrower #giant tiny #sfw g/t #hannibal #will graham #fanfic

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Angy Teeny Boi

huhuhuhhu

hehheheehe

... and my outlining skills are - so brilliant. If you zoom in, it actually becomes visible wow

still haven't figured out a name for this little dude yet

#g/t #gt community #borrower #giant tiny #sfw g/t #g/t fluff #g/t art

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Tiny Hiding Spots (Ideas)

Where would a tiny hide in your home?

(Admittedly, these are the obvious ones XD)

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Kitchen

in the cupboard (likely if they were trynna grab a shnack)

in the pantry!!! (so many good hiding spots in there)

behind cups/dishes (high chance of shenanigans if the dishware is made of glass so you can see the tiny through it XD)

inside a teacup~ (what a cutie)

amongst the pots and pans

amongst the silverware XD

Living Room

under the couches/coffee table

under the couch cushions/pillows

by the fireplace keeping toasty~

Bathroom (wuh-oh)

in the toothbrush cup XD

behind the soap dispenser (could they be spotted in the mirrors reflection?!?!)

in the toilet (NNNOPE)

tucked in the roll of the toilet paper mayhaps?

hiding in the hand towel :3

Office Room

beneath the desk (ofc ;3)

in the nook of the printer opening (ahh what'll they do if you start printing something XDD)

behind the computer monitor

Bedroom

under the covers XD (risky business that'd be)

under the bed itself (beware of dust bunnies!)

under the nightstand (beware of dust bunnies x 2!!)

hanging off a lamp cord (you came in while they were trying to climb down it)

on the desk (in the pencil cup maybe?)

disguised amongst toys/dolls?

in the jewelry box (maybe they were trying a ring on like a crownnnn mghhhh yessss)

on one of the bookshelves (behind a picture frame? a book?)

clinging to the backside of the window's curtains/drapes

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hehehhe just a few ideas; there are definitely plenty more hiding places inside the home that I have yet to list XD

#g/t #gt community #gt writing #borrower #giant tiny #giant/tiny #borrowers #story ideas #story prompt #sfw g/t #hiding spot

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Squishy

hehe smooshin' the teeny boi

This one was fun XD - maybe not the best, but fun all the same!

#g/t #gt community #borrower #giant tiny #sfw g/t #g/t fluff #g/t art

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Pocket Tiny

Just a lil' blurb of a tiny in their giant's pocket ;3

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Poke

...

Poke

...

Poke-poke-poke-poke-poke-

"Okay okay," Sale whispered down at his chest pocket, gently cupping it with his palm and giving it a soft press to show he understood the tiny's demand.

Taking a moment to look around himself surreptitiously and confirm that nobody was watching, he broke off a corner from the cookie he'd been munching on, pinching the crumb between his fingers and carefully lowering it to the opening of his pocket.

Tiny, nimble little hands darted up from the cloth nook, snatching the crumb from his fingers in a flash before disappearing back into the dark depths of their temporary nest.

Sale huffed a fondly amused sigh, following it up with a soft laugh as his sensitive ears made out the nearly inaudible sounds of Leef beginning to chow down on their prize.

"You know I was going to give you a piece when we got home," the giant reminded them under his breath, still smiling even as he shook his head.

All his words did was earn him another pointed poke, and he laughed again, his eyes crinkling.

The little things in life were always so much more entertaining with his pocket-sized friend around.

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ehhehehe thought it was a cute idea ;D hope you liked it!!

#g/t #gt community #gt writing #borrower #sfw gt #giant tiny #sfw g/t #oc writing #g/t fluff #pocket #g/t writing #gentle giant

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Just a Wee Boi in a Hand

Mmk in my defense, this is my first try at digital art and I have minimal clues as to what I'm doing,,,, so plz go easy on me 🙏

... Imma probably just stick with writing 🫠 (or not XD)

#g/t #gt community #borrower #giant tiny #sfw g/t #g/t fluff #g/t art #first try

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How a Tiny Travels (Ideas)

Climbing:

Ofc every tiny needs a good way to climb, and my primary thought goes to grappling hooks fo sho. Probably made out of actual fishing hooks and attached with corded string XD

Maybe customized shoes with sticky/grippy bottoms like those people who use suction cups to climb skyscrapers XDDD

awhh would a tiny have a little case of gripping chalk so they could hold onto handholds better when climbing?

Somehow an equivalent of a parachute in their backpack in case of a big fall XD. Like basically just a handkerchief that billows out and is attached to the sack with a few strings

Via giant. Period.

But to elaborate, one option is on the shoulder ;3. Tiny can lean against giant's neck or hold onto their ear/earing for stability

The hand. Obvi. Shenanigans have a high chance of ensuing.

Chest pocket. Mmmghhh. AKA the nap spot.

Lawful Chaotic of hoodie pockets, Chaotic Neutral of backpack side-pockets, and Chaotic Evil of pants pockets XDDD

On top of giant's head. Very comfy, much floof. Giant probably will not appreciate the amount of hair pulling that will most definitely be happening up there

Fast Travel:

Roomba. (juuuust make sure tiny can't get sucked in underneath *thumbs up*)

Toy cars except the remote is set up on the car's dash so tiny can control it themselves ;3

Stairway bannisters - AKA the forbidden slide for going from an upper floor to a lower! (And a guaranteed way to give a giant a heart attack! <3)

Pets. Kitties or doggos. Risky beezneez this can be, but the rewards are pretty stellar if tiny makes a good fren outta them~

In the air:

BIRBS - highkey could be scary cuz some birds definitely look like they'd monch on a tiny, but the image of a tiny riding on an owl's back is just - so cute to me

Balloons. Unghhghhhgh. Supervised by their giant ofc. It'd be like a whole hot air balloon except it's just a helium one cuz tinies weigh literally nothing. And a whole paper basket to tie at the bottom for them to ride innnnn yesssss

A drone??? Somehow??? hA like a mini plane/helicopter for tiny

One of those gliding suits like a flying squirrel XD

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Mannnn this. Why can't I be in a world with tinies, huh????

... I WANNA BE ONE OF THEM OKAY TRANSMIGRATE ME ALREADY

ehehe ignore that. Uh. Ye so here've been a buncha travel methods that I've thought of for a tiny! ;D

#g/t #gt community #borrower #giant tiny #sfw g #story #story ideas #g/t st #g/t stuff

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Payback Ch. 2

Ch. 1

The adventures of a tiny Steve Harrington being met with a now giant-looking Eddie Munson continue~

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Alright. Eddie… may not be taking this as well as he should be. Or not how he should, period, maybe?

Eddie had long since come to terms that he was not exactly the most stable or reasonable of persons at the best of times, and now, faced with an impossible situation that he was still about 82.3% sure was some sort of fucked up hallucination, he couldn’t say that he was anywhere close to being at his ‘best.’

Coupled with the fact that he failed math last year, well. 

He let out a bleat of only slightly hysterical laughter at the thought, jerking the wheel to turn the corner and into the trailer park he called home.

Yeah. Definitely not at his best.

His eyes briefly skittered away from the road and to his lunchbox that was secured in the passenger seat, belt strapped across it in some haphazard attempt at not letting it get flung all around the van like it usually was with Eddie’s impeccable driving skills. 

Sure, he might’ve made up the entire tiny person that looked exactly like the bane of three, maybe three and a half years of his high school existence, but if he was gonna validate their existence by stuffing them in a weed-filled metal box, he might as well make sure they didn’t get tossed around like a damn salad.

So here he was, pulling up into his driveway and eyeing his lunchbox with more suspicion than any cop in town ever had.

“Here goes,” he muttered to himself, warily reaching out and hastily jabbing the button to undo the box’s seatbelt - as if he expected something to jump out at him. 

Yeah. Nothing did. Pretty anticlimactic and all that, sure, but Eddie let himself breathe out a little sigh of relief, double checking the clasps of his lunchbox were secured before lifting the thing up as steadily as he could and kicking his van door open to hop out.

Doll-Steve hadn’t made a peep since he’d seen Eddie, frozen nearly the whole time except when Eddie tried to put him in the lunchbox, a strangled sound coming out of the smaller as he’d attempted to resist in the moment before he was dropped down on a rather substantially sized bag of the good green.

Eddie shook his head, clearing away the recollection as he dug into his pocket for his keys, fishing them out and unlocking the door to his and Wayne’s trailer in a practiced movement. His uncle wasn’t home - wouldn’t be for a couple days, at least, since work had taken him out of town - so Eddie wouldn’t have to worry about someone spotting him acting like a complete schitzo once he was inside.

“Home sweet home,” Eddie sang, giving a wince disguised as a smile. What the hell was he gonna do now?

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It reeked in here. 

Weed smelled like skunk on a good day, and, as Steve had very, very clearly prefaced, today was not a good day. Today was, in fact, wrapping up to be a pretty goddamned bad day, if Steve did say so himself, especially considering he was trapped in a metal box full of marijuana after being put there by none other than Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson. 

Oh, Steve didn’t have anything particularly against Munson, despite the name; he’d like to say he’s a changed man from his high school days. Even then, he might’ve knocked shoulders or verbally shot down some people a few pegs, but he’d never really been one to really get into the whole nasty of the bullying shtick. Not that that meant all that much when he’d stood by and let it happen on more than just the occasional occurrence, but… well. At least he was mostly just guilty by association. 

All of this to say, he’d never particularly targeted Munson. The guy’d just been that one overly out-there misfit with his Dorks and Dweebs club. That was it. Yes, yes, Dustin, Steve knew that wasn’t what it was called, but it’d be a cold day in hell before Steve truly let the last dregs of his high school personality fall far enough down that he’d actually say the nerd game right.

Besides that, all he really knew about Munson was that he was pretty much the local drug dealer, not that Steve’d ever bought anything directly himself. There were more than a few rumors about Munson because of that on top of his Hell-something club, which led to him being less targeted than most of the misfits. 

But that was besides the point.

The point was, Steve didn’t have any strong feelings towards Munson, but that didn’t mean the same could be said back to him. And that was without the baseline reaction the guy might have at catching someone who was probably the size of their palm.

Steve swallowed heavily.

Yeah. He hoped this situation would turn out for the better, but that hope was pretty much smoke from a candle already.

Steve flinched as metal reverberated against metal, the clasps keeping his current prison flicking up, and he had barely a second to shove himself into a cold corner before searing light was filtering in from the newly opened lid.

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;3333 hehehehehehe and so it continues~~~

Highkey poor Steve tho XD

#gt community #gt writing #sfw gt #g/t #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #fanfic #giant tiny

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G/T Daydreams

Ya'll I just wanna be smol. Smol and with a giant to keep me. Is that really too much to ask for?

I wanna be able to be held entirely in the warm palms of their hands, cradled against their chest so I can press my ear close and hear the thunder of their heartbeat.

I wanna sleep curled up in the hollow of their neck, their warmth seeping into my skin and lulling me throughout even the coldest of nights.

I wanna be taken everywhere with them, kept snug in their shirt's chest pocket and seeing the world from their eyes, knowing I'm as safe with them as always.

I wanna be kissed and cuddled by them. Warm, soft lips pressing firmly against me from my knees to my neck, molding me against the plush skin. Gentle hands stroking lovingly against my back and softly brushing a thumb against the curve of my cheek.

...Really, is that too much to ask for?

#gt community #g/t #giant tiny #daydreams #yearning #escapism #giant/tiny #gentle giant

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G/T Fluffy Domestic Story Idea

Okay I highkey wanna write this but idfk when, so if anyone else wants to give it a shot (or already has) lmk so I can read it big plz and thank ;-;

G/t story where friendly giant builds whole house to be Tiny accessible while the tiny sits nearby swinging their legs and watches and chats them up, maybe helping where they can or giving pointers over things they struggle with and would need help for:

Walkways up to counters/higher surfaces

pulley systems?

little ladders and staircases everywhere

hehe some slides for the way down

Ways for tiny to turn on sinks for water/showers

giant makes it so all drains have grate bottoms so there's no risk of tiny falling through

maybe a shoelace attached to faucet so tiny can climb out

Safely carrying tiny

if on shoulder, could be interesting if giant has an earing that tiny can attach a harness to so they can't fall (or maybe tiny just holds onto earing like one of those handles for tall people in trains)

giant makes comfy chest pockets in all the shirts they wear at home

Private nook for tiny's bedroom/nest

with a somehow working toilet XD

a cute little wardrobe filled with clothes either the giant or tiny (or both) made

soft bed, maybe out of a commandeered pillow or some of the giant's old clothes

tiny-sized mirror made from smoothed out shard of a larger one

Little sitting areas all over the house

in front of/on windowsills that get direct sunlight

a mini dining table on top of giant's dining table

Mini greenhouse

for fresh fruits/plants/veggies for tiny to pick/care for themselves

flower garden full of those little flower types <3

maybe a mini water fountain

Food storage spot for tiny that's constantly restocked

teeny containers to keep crumbs and the like fresh

something to keep fresh produce cool??

Appliances

tiny cups/plates/utensils (bought or made by giant?)

whittled down graphite for pencils

maybe a teeny inkwell to dip a pin in for a quill/pen

sheafs of paper meticulously cut into the perfect size for tiny

maybe an old iPhone is bought as a TV for the tiny XD

Ways to make sure tiny stays safe while living with a giant

Giant doesn't wear headphones at home and keeps music low

Tiny is properly accounted for before any cleaning gets done (especially vacuuming HA)

Little bells all over the house so tiny can call for help if they need it

Helium balloons periodically exchanged for fresh ones that tiny can tie around their waist when crossing over the floor so they're easy to spot ;3

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imma prolly keep adding to this as thoughts come to me, but ye this was stuck in my brain like friggin' glue so I had to spill it out, no two ways about it

#g/t #gt community #gt writing #borrower #giant tiny #giant/tiny #borrowers #story ideas #story prompt

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Conflicting Desires Ch. 1

Summary:

Hannibal Lecter is fascinated by the little being - no more than four inches tall - that he has captured within his own home.

Now, he must consider which he prefers more: their company or the chance at swallowing his prey whole.

... Will knew he shouldn't have moved into this fucking house.

Next: Ch. 2

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Hannibal could say with surety that, despite his particular diet, the thought of consuming a person whole has never quite crossed his mind.

Now, however, as he stared in utter captivation at the squirming, writhing being he had trapped within his fist, there was but a single, hedonistic place his contemplations turned to.

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Will knew immediately that he’d screwed up in coming here. 

There wasn’t any obvious reason, no, nothing overt, but the chill in the air, the lack of any life from the smallest ant to the unwanted rodent, the preternatural silence of the place as a whole…

Will should’ve turned back as soon as he’d stepped in. Maybe he might’ve, if that'd been a choice.

It wasn’t though - not for him. To start from the beginning, to say he’d been exiled would be a friendly way to put it. Hell, he’d been on thin ice ever since his Dad died nearly two years ago; he was honestly surprised the community had let him stay as long as they did. 

They hadn’t been a big group - their kind couldn’t be, with the risk it’d carry - with just over a dozen amongst them spread out amidst the walls of Old Miss Betty’s house. They’d mostly been older, around Will's Dad’s age, with only a couple close to Will. Who happened to be an actual couple. Which was... great.

That wasn’t what made him the outcast of the group, though - not that alone, at least. 

Will was just… different. He was reclusive, and quiet, and he avoided physical contact from everyone but his father (who always seemed to know exactly when what types of touch would be appreciated - a firm clap on the shoulder, a gentle nudge to the side, the rare, soft hug). He started to go almost strictly on solo scavenges as soon as he was capable enough to do so (by his father’s stern standards, which meant at around fifteen), despite the community frowning on excursions out of the walls and into the open expansiveness of the home not being taken in at least pairs. 

More than any of that, though, was the fact that Will saw too much. Not in the most literal sense of the word exactly, but definitely something close to it. 

He guessed the best way to describe it is that he saw past the whole idea of there being ‘more to a person than meets the eye.’ Mostly because he always saw that 'more' part when he met someone’s gaze. A single look at Susan told Will she’d been hoarding more than her fair share of food in one of the less traversed areas of the house. A glance at Roth told Will that the guy had sprained his ankle but was putting on a brave face for his partner, Beck, and so on and so forth, though unfortunately not always about things that were so mundane or benign.

By the time Will was old enough to think - or know how - to hide his 'gift,' it was too late. 

That too, he could see in their eyes.

They thought he was a freak of nature (more so than their entire species was already, in a way). To them, he was a blight on their kind, with his unnatural ability to rip all of their secrets straight from their minds. 

They put a mask over their dislike in front of his Dad, though.

Will knew the man saw through it anyway.

It was why he didn’t push Will to socialize with the others as much as he might’ve, otherwise. Not until the very end, at least. Not until those last few, agonizing days.

“Will,” he said, his breath more of a wheeze. He reached out a trembling hand to grasp Will’s wrist, his grip surprisingly strong. “Things’ll be different, with me gone,” he rasped gravely, his dark eyes unwavering as they met Will’s own blues. 

Will had tried for a chuckle. He failed. “You’re telling me,” he said anyways, even knowing the joke would fall flat. 

His Dad didn’t bother trying to explain himself; he knew Will knew. That the community would close off to him as soon as Franklin Graham was dead and gone, all his respect and achievements taken with him and leaving an unwanted, unneeded Will behind.

“Will,” his Dad repeated, his teeth gritted against the pain in his chest - from an illness unknown and incurable for their kind - “You need to try,” he stressed, fingers digging into the tendons of Will’s wrist.

Will swallowed dryly. He nodded, shifting his arm to grasp his father’s wrist in turn. “I will,” he promised.

And he did. Try, that is.

That was probably the only reason he’d lasted there as long as he did, the other members of the community lurking around like sharks trying to catch the scent of blood to finally corner their prey. 

But Will did his best to be a ‘good boy.’ He stayed quiet but not too quiet and he stayed out of the way as much as he could without seeming avoidant. He offered to work with others - which sometimes worked but more often than not just meant that he could at least say he tried and they’d refused him - and he kept his gaze away from other’s eyes so he couldn’t see the secrets in them or the fear they had of him doing just that. 

So he lasted a year and some change.

Until that young couple - Anne and Kris - had a baby, and Will was summarily kicked out.

He’d almost call it anticlimactic, but only in presentation.

Simply put, he was given an ultimatum (But no explanation. They all knew there was no need for one): either he left his home of twenty-three years while they watched, or they killed him right then and there. He could see in some of their glinting eyes that there was an option they preferred. 

The former was barely less of a death sentence than the latter, but Will would rather let death find him out in the unknown than at the hands of the people who’d hated him for his very existence for the vast majority of his life.

...Maybe that’d been stupid of him, to not take the easy way out. 

But he was here now, in the house one over from Old Miss Betty’s and the only one that was reachable at all, for him.

Even getting to this place had taken an entire day’s journey in just the trek alone - doubly so with everything else factored into it.

Even though he didn’t have to lug anything around with him except for a single fishing hook and a pocketful of breadcrumbs, there was more than enough to worry about in his surrounding environment.

Having lived in the same house for over two decades didn’t mean he’d never seen the outside, as much as he’d never actually explored it. No, there’d been plenty of windows in the home, and, on the rare occasion, he’d risked exploring to the outer walls to get a peak outside and feel the foreign sensation of fresh air in his lungs. 

This was all to say that Will was well aware of the dangers. Like the cats.

Yeah, the cats.

He wasn’t sure how many, exactly, but there had to be at least half a dozen. He was pretty sure they were ‘neighborhood’ cats and not exactly strays, but that didn’t change much in the grand scheme of things. Cats were cats, and Will was the perfect size for prey.

So, he’d had to be careful. 

He didn’t stay out in the open, and he found as secure of spots as possible whenever he began to tire, not willing to risk having to outrun one of the predators when he was already low on fuel. Every time he caught even the slightest hint of one of the felines being around, he'd mute his breaths down to near nothing, hunkering down in place if he was upwind or racing for nearby cover if he was down.

Even with all his caution, he’d had a couple of close calls in the form of other creatures. 

One in the shape of a bird - a crow, the damn intelligent, winged bastard - that’d nearly gouged his arm with its sharp beak, leaving a thin scratch along his bicep instead that’d throbbed and beaded blood but thankfully scabbed with little issue after his escape. 

Next was a fucking cockroach. He hated the things with a passion. They were ugly, fast, and vicious. Will had barely avoided getting chewed on by the thing’s disgusting, protruded mandibles before he’d gotten his hook jabbed through the unprotected spot beneath its head, piercing it through. It’d twitched and jolted for hours after that, and Will had to finally resort to bludgeoning it with a nearby sharp pebble until it finally went still so that he could safely retrieve his hook.

So here Will was now, in the home of a stranger with no way of turning back but dread filling him at the thought of moving forwards. 

As if hearing his thoughts, a loud crash of thunder had him flinching, and it was immediately followed by the sound of pounding rain pelting itself against the house's tiled roof in angry, unforgiving sheets of raindrops that'd each be nearly the size of his head. 

Will swallowed an exhale.

For now, it looked like he was stuck here either way.

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Huhuhuhu ;3 thoughts?

Imma give a spoiler just cuz I feel like it's best to do so for this fic cuz if ya know Hannibal then there would be some very reasonable worries in the direction this would progress, but there will be no major character death - fo sho 100%% - or any gore (at least revolving around the two MCs)

Next: Ch. 2

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G/T Kisses

Ty blinked, looking up as a heavy shadow fell over him, blocking the streaming sunlight that he'd been basking in from the windows.

Pushing himself up onto his elbows, he tilted his head to the side, peering up at Sven, whose chin was dipped down low to meet his own gaze.

The giant's expression was almost... contemplative, brows just barely scrunched up in the middle like he was thinking real hard, and Ty's lips quirked up as he stared back in fond bemusement.

He followed the movement of Sven slowly shifting to crouch in front of him, Ty sighing contentedly at the loss of strain against his neck now that the giant's head was only slightly above his own so he was level with his chin.

"You good there?" Ty teasingly questioned, propping himself up a little higher on his elbows.

Sven huffed through his nose, but his eyes crinkled tellingly.

Then, the giant started bringing his face even closer to Ty, who at first just raised an eyebrow, then both of them the closer Sven got, and the tiny didn't have time to do more than squeak in surprise before a massive pair of warm, plush lips were colliding with his chest, sending him falling onto his back with a quiet 'oof.'

Sven pulled back, but only an inch, coming back down to press his lips higher against Ty's torso, the giant's upper lip brushing against his cheek.

"Wait-wait- Sven!" Ty protested around a startled laugh, both befuddled and delighted.

Sven pretended he hadn't heard him, instead planting another kiss - this time against the tiny's other shoulder.

The giant's lips brushed against Ty's neck, and the tiny couldn't help a startled squeal, squirming and bringing his hands up to push back playfully against Sven's cupid's bow.

"What's gotten into you?" Ty laughed, halfheartedly kicking up a fuss as Sven planted a kiss right on top of his face.

Finally, after at least another dozen kisses that repeatedly sent Ty into several fits of helpless, bubbling giggles, Sven finally relented and drew back, a small smile of his own pushing at his cheeks.

The giant shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, gently poking the tiny in the side and huffing a soft laugh as it sent Ty into another round of giggles.

It was then that Sven finally divulged, "It's kiss a Tiny day," swooping down to plant one more kiss against his joyous little tiny.

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Ungh to be a tiny who has a giant to give them kisses

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Payback Ch. 1

A Stranger Things AU where Steve Harrington gets shrunk down to five inches tall, and one Eddie Munson is the one who finds him. Now, if only Eddie didn't think this was all a drug-induced hallucination.

Set in post-Season 3 but pre-Season 4!

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Steve was not having a good day. 

Was this particularly surprising? Maybe a couple of years ago, yeah. 

However, after having survived a whopping three attempts from what an average joe would not be far off from correct by calling demons from hell, well. Let’s just say it wasn’t exactly atypical for Steve to no longer have only good days.

The difference now, however, was that he wasn’t currently in the midst of fighting an impending apocalypse or the related monsters, he wasn’t having nightmares about either of said scenarios, and he wasn’t even suffering through a more monotonous than usual day at the video store. 

No, today, Steve woke up and immediately realized several things were amiss, a task made easy considering the fact that there was 1) no roof over his head, 2) there was instead a shockingly high up canopy of trees interspersed with clear blue skies, 3) he had a headache to rival the time he’d gotten his face beaten in by Billy, and 4) the grass around his stood at about waist high.

Yeah, that fourth realization had come around as soon as he’d shot upright in a blind panic, hands clutching at his head as he'd let out a pained groan.

Now, several hours later, Steve could quite assuredly give three additional claims that were likely facts: he was undeniably lost, his headache had thankfully abated, and he was currently the height of a fucking goddamned soda can. 

He knew that last one because he’d stumbled across a can of pop and found that the top of his head just reached the lip of it.

Which was absolutely fantastic.

He had half a mind to think this was all some sort of messed up dream, but he was unfortunately well aware that he was not nearly imaginative enough for that, and he hadn’t been to any parties recently where he could’ve been slipped some drugs that might’ve been able to make up for his innate deficiency.

So it was pretty safe to say that this was real, and he was probably going to die.

Why would this being real mean he would probably die, you might wonder?

Well, the answer was more reasonable than you’d expect:

He was being chased by a goddamned rodent that was nearly double his size.

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Eddie snapped out of his daze at the sound of a shrill scream, his chin slipping off from where it’d been propped up against his palm at the abrupt break in the relative silence around him.

He sat up on the wood bench, wincing at the drag of the splintering grain against his jeans, and scanned the trees around him. 

Nothing. 

His brows furrowed minutely, and he stubbed his joint against his metal lunchbox, tapping out the ash and shoving it inside a baggie in the tin.

Maybe he was just hearing things? he mused, turning the thought over in his head before giving a mental shrug. Well -

His eyes snapped back up. There it was again! - a shout. High pitched in the sense that it was at such a quiet decibel, followed by the sound of rustling leaves. 

His head slowly tilted to the side, and he leaned his whole body with the motion to peer around the picnic table and towards where the noise had emanated from.

“...Hello?” he called out cautiously, dragging out the word, gaze darting around as he found himself rising from his seat. He crouched down when he heard another rustle followed by a yelp.

That was definitely coming from somewhere close to the ground, and it sounded deceptively… not like an animal, Eddie thought, squinting his eyes as he scanned the leaf litter in the grass.

Movement had his head snapping to the left just in time to track it, and he sprang forth without another thought, the motion more of an awkward frog leap because of his stance, and saw -

What the hell? 

It - what?

That was a person.

An itty bitty person, face hidden by their mussed up hair and only their waist and up visible through the foliage, but what Eddie was pretty sure was a human - or, at the very least, very human-like - nonetheless. 

One being chased by a very disgruntled looking mouse.

For a second, Eddie found himself just staring at the completely incomprehensible scene, thoughts dazedly somewhere along the line of ‘wow, I’ve finally actually lost it and my mind’s entered some fucked up Alice in Wonderland type shit, hasn’t it?’ but he snapped out of it as the teeny tiny person gave another yell when the mouse snapped at them, the rodent’s teeth momentarily snagging on the back of the teeny's shirt.

Eddie’s hand darted forward unthinkingly, and, from one moment to the next, he had a fistful of person held up in front of his face, the mouse giving an aborted squeak and darting away as soon as he made his move.

Meanwhile, the being (?) squirmed in his hand, having first given a shout in surprise at suddenly being caught before letting out grunts and puffs of air as they tried to push fruitlessly at his fingers, their tiny, miniscule little hands shoving at his skin and hardly doing anything but leaving the faintest of indents. 

Eddie blinked rapidly, bringing them closer to his face. 

He’d smoked weed today, sure - when did he not? - but it’d never given him hallucinations before. 'Cause that’s sure as hell what this had to be. A hallucination, that is.

There was no other explanation for the fact that, staring right back up at him, face frozen in a mixture of shock and burgeoning dread, was none other than Steve fucking Harrington.

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WOOT WOOT

Ch. 2

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