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Finally posted a new work on Ao3. Warnings are in the notes

Less a thought and more a snippet of writing but here’s a chunk of something I’m working on.

Warnings for fearplay, arguments, possessive behaviour. Let me know if I missed any.

“Optimus…?” Elias watched the Cybertronian cautiously, taking in his tensed plating and the thin curls of smoke pouring from his smokestacks. They’d never seen him look so tense. Was this argument getting to him that much?

Glaring azure optics looked down at them and they shivered. There was a burning rage in his optics and they involuntarily stepped back.

“Elias.” His tone was cold, iced over with hostility somehow seeping from that single word.

“Optimus, I had to-”

Between one moment and the next there was the slam of metal on metal, the sound vibrating through their body, reverberating across the vast room.

There was a fresh dent in the table, something Elias didn’t need to see to understand as they watched Optimus pull back his fist. The paint across his knuckles was scuffed from the sheer strength of the blow, revealing the gunmetal grey metal underneath.

Elias barely had to chance to choke out a single syllable before they were fixed under the gaze that began to blaze into a raging inferno. “You didn’t have to do anything. Our war is not yours to get involved in!” he snapped, an underlying growl to his words.

Their own temper flared, frustrated by the cresting of the argument they’d already been having for an hour. “We’ve had this argument a million times, you can’t stop me!”

“Can’t I?” All the boiling rage turned stone cold in a split second and a thud shook Elias’ world as their perception narrowed to focus completely on the towering Cybertronian. Optimus’s knees hit the floor and despite the change in height, he still loomed, faceplates shadowed, Elias’ only source of light the eerie glow of his optics. “It would be so easy to keep you here with me. To keep you safe.”

The realisation clicked and Elias was aware for the first time in months of how large Optimus was. His entire being was incomprehensibly vast, his chassis an expanse of metal and glass like staring across a field, only able to see a fraction of what was before them, his height capable of eclipsing buildings. The hands splayed on either side of them caged them in effortlessly and they knew that if Optimus wanted, he could crush them effortlessly.

Or, in the case of the overprotective giant, grab them and lock them in a cage, safe behind bars.

“Y-you wouldn’t!” They tried to maintain their confidence in their friend, the mech that had fought for the freedom of all sentient life. He wouldn’t lock them away. He couldn’t.

“If it keeps you safe, I would.” There was no hesitation as Optimus’ hands closed around them. The grasp that had always seemed so comforting was devoid of any familiarity. It was bordering crushing, the kind of grasp a particularly well loved glass figure would be put under if the owner felt it was at risk of shattering. “Maybe I will.”

One of my favourite g/t tropes is when giants have to gain trust because someone (either themself or someone else) has damaged the trust of a tiny. The way they have to be so slow and careful with the tiny.

In the case of someone else hurting the tiny, there’s the righteous rage of wanting to hunt them down, to hurt them the way they’ve hurt the tiny. The fact the giant knows if they give in to that rage, they’ll just prove to the tiny they are the monster they feared from the beginning tears them apart. The gentleness they have to balance with treating the tiny like their own individual, trying to protect them without suffocating them.

And in the case of them being responsible? The crushing realisation that they betrayed the already delicate trust placed in them and that every one of their actions would be scrutinised for even a hint of deceit. The constant reassurance that they’re not going to harm the tiny and having to apologise over and over again. Trying to prove they’re trustworthy by accommodating their newly justified fear.

It’s amazing how many ways the trope can be taken and I absolutely love seeing and writing it!

What is YOUR gt thought of the day?

My super specific flavor of G/t today is being the body double for a noble/royal figure, in a fantasy setting. Whether by coercion or dedication you pose as that figure for all political and social events due to your uncanny resemblance, so that if any assassination attempts are made the actual royal will be safe and far away. It’s your job, it’s your duty, and you always prepared for the possibility of getting harmed in this line of work.

You did not prepare for being kidnapped by the giant political rival of a kingdom far off. It happens suddenly, one second you’re at a ball, the next the roof is being ripped off and you’re snatched up in a gloved hand. The giant takes you back to their palace, locks you in a little birdcage above their desk. They’re charming, if not smug, quite happy to goad you with their plans and the futility of your situation. Ransom, of course, but other political ulterior motives possible.

You have to deal with the overwhelming and incomprehensible presence of a giant. Fingers twice your height, grabbing you without hesitation. A looming presence always over your shoulder. And, on top of that, you have to come to terms with the fact no rescue is coming. You’re a body double, the noble’s safe, and they wouldn’t risk a rescue mission for you. No hope, no dream of escape. So you lie your ass off.

You’re good enough at your job to not break the role of royal, and you take the rest in stride. This giant is terrifying, taking every opportunity to make you feel even smaller, and like the superb actor you are you manage to hold your own. Eventually anxiety ridden nights and verbal spats graduate to decent conversation, and soon enough you’re sitting in their hand while you talk rather than the birdcage.

The two of you get closer, incomprehensibly. You don’t notice the terror of their size, but rather how their hair falls into their eyes as they laugh. More time is spent in their pocket than not, and the birdcage is a distant memory.

And deep down, despite sleeping on their pillow every night and despite forgetting to act half the time, you’re still terrified. Because word takes a long time to travel across giant nations, but it will arrive. Word that the noble is safe and sound, and the body double is disposable, and that will be it.

Whatever thread of connection you have between your giant captor and yourself might utterly snap once they find out all the lies. What was the point of ever even thinking of love? They kidnapped you, and you lied to them about your entire identity. It was never sustainable, long-term. You lay on their pillow and watch them sleep, and wait for the last few grains of sand to fall down the hourglass. It can’t last forever.

so yeah that’s what my g/t vibe is tonight

i’m not the only one who turns everything i watch into g/t, right?

like any new piece of media, whether it be a band, game, movie, show, ect, as long as i find interest in the people or characters i will make it g/t. even if i don’t necessarily like the show, g/t.

2 characters are cute? wow! make one of them very small/big!

and then cry because there’s no g/t posts about it