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heyo heres a gt one shot short i wrote a couple months ago, you can also check it out on my deviantart account : https://cnart12.deviantart.com/

i just figured people may need something happy and carefree to read in light of recent events in america. its hard going through my day with little to no hope on gun reform being made and the general state of our country under trump, but little things like this tend to be a ray of light in the dark. 

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Wet. Drenched. Freezing. I hated my life in that moment. Dodging huge balls of water the size of my head was terrifying and time consuming. My hair was soaked, hell, my entire body was soaked. How was I supposed to show up to this meeting looking like I had just showered fully clothed? The wind was also so strong that it almost lifted me up with it, like a flyaway sheet of paper. Don’t go outside, the news station said, it’s not safe for humans. Well, apparently my boss didn’t get the memo, not that he cared about the safety of humans anyways.   My blouse clung to my torso, and the hair that I painstakingly put into a sweet little twist on the back of my head now hung limply in my eyes. I could barely see twenty feet ahead of me, much less now know the direction of the bus stop. Damn this world and its lack of accommodations towards humans. My heaven would be me, curled up on my couch, sipping tea and watching Netflix, but no, my boss specifically needed me to come in today to “help” him present a new idea to prospective backers, but it really meant he just needed a pretty face and a human to show how “race inclusive” the company was. A freezing drop of rain splatted right on my head, soaking me to the bone. I stood in place for a moment, frozen in frustration and shock. I was completely and utterly drenched, and there had to be at least another mile until I reached the bus stop. Tears welled up in my eyes but I swallowed them down and trudged along, I couldn’t risk not showing up. I needed this job. Nobody was outside at all, I didn’t even catch a glimpse of a giant, even though this storm wouldn’t be as severe for them. What I would’ve given to have been sixty feet taller so I wouldn’t be so wet. I let a sigh escape my lips and shoved the hair out of my eyes, holding my briefcase close to my chest, hoping my laptop wasn’t ruined already by the water.  A huge gust of wind smacked that hair right back onto my face, almost taking me with it. A real jolt of fear trickled down my back, it really wasn’t safe for me to be out. My dress was so heavy with water that the hem fell below my knees, beyond my rain jacket. I squinted my eyes, searching for a tree or bench or something to stand under, but there was nothing in sight. Only darkness and impenetrable sheets of rain. Another powerful gust of wind whipped around me, and it was so powerful that my feet lifted from the ground and I blown a couple feet with it. I let out a sharp scream, scared out of my wits that I would be blown away and never be seen again. I struggled to remain on solid ground, tears adding to my already soaked face. And with another strong blast, I was airborne. I screamed in utter fear, flapping my arms like an idiot trying to get back to the sweet, dear solid concrete. SMACK

I collided into something, hard enough to whack the air from my chest and cause a shock of pain to reverberate through my body, and I fell onto my back. My eyes closed in a wince, but they opened right back up again when I realized that I was suddenly on a sold (yet warm?) ground and that curiously enough, it wasn’t raining anymore. Oh fuck. In the darkness of the enclosed space, I could just barely make out the impossibly large fingers arched over me, each one slightly larger than my entire body. I immediately sat up, hands sliding over the rough skin of the palm beneath me. I was cupped in a giant’s hands. The surface below me tilted, and I was thrown against where the fingers met the palm, getting the air knocked out of me again. It seemed like the giant, whoever he, guessing from the girth of the fingers and the callouses beneath me, was jogging. I was so terrified that I was being kidnapped, that I began to claw at the fingers trapping me, hoping, to miraculously wrench one away so I could somehow escape. But I continued to be jostled around, and my efforts failed. And suddenly, all was still. I could hear the deep breathing of the giant, and the rain against glass. He brought me inside? I couldn’t stop shaking from fear. Who knew what his intentions were? Nobody would care if I went missing, I had no family, no friends. My boss wouldn’t give two shits if I disappeared. I shielded my eyes at light hit me when he opened his fingers, and curled up into a small ball. “Hey, hey, I’m not gonna hurt you,” a deep voice rumbled, causing me to cringe. I tensed, still refusing to open my eyes. “I saw you in the storm, and I couldn’t just let you be blown away,” he stated sincerely, “Here… I’ll set you down.” His hands tipped, and I uncovered my eyes, clambering off his hands and onto a white surface. I landed on my side and winced in pain, but ignored it and scrambled in the opposite direction of the giant. “I’m so sorry if I scared you, and I wish I could’ve asked permission to hold you, but it was uh, I would say, a matter of urgency.” At that, I finally turned to face him, still trembling in the shock of the whole event, cold and nearly frozen in fear. My eyes met a huge toned dress-shirt covered abdomen, and travelled up and up, until his face. I made eye contact with a man whose nose was only a bit smaller than the length of my entire body. He was very handsome, I admit, with sharp features that were currently contorted in an expression of worry and care. But I wasn’t really paying attention to looks, and was more distressed about the fact I may have just been kidnapped. He looked about my age, maybe a little older. Damp brown hair fell messily on his forehead. He crouched down further, and now eye level, searched my face with ginormous hazel eyes. “Are you okay?” Stunned mute, I just nodded and stepped back a few feet, wrapping my arms around my body self consciously. I had always felt awkward and small around giants and tried to avoid direct contact with them, always opting for human staircases and elevators instead of hopping in their hands. I didn’t like how small and insignificant they made me feel, and with this beautiful huge man staring at me, I just felt more uncomfortable and scared. I let my eyes take in our surroundings. It looked like we were in a basically empty department store, and he had set me on a shelf that had some giant-made heels on it. “I’m Leo,” My gaze snapped back to his face, and then to his outstretched finger. I swallowed, “C-Caroline,” I moved forward and shook his finger, and then quickly retreated. My voice was so shaky. “Uh, t-thank you for uh, that.” I gestured to the storm just beyond the glass windows and let out a small, nervous laugh. Leo’s mouth lifted in a slight smile, “No problem.” He searched me again with those huge orbs, moving up my soaked body, “Are you sure you’re okay? It’s pretty dangerous out there.” “Yeah, I figured that out,” I shifted on my feet anxiously and wiped the hair from my face, not meeting his gaze. “Maybe a couple bruises and some mental trauma, but nothing I won’t recover from.” I sneezed, and another bout of shivered wracked my body. “Damn, you must be freezing. You’re definitely get sick if you stay in those soaking clothes.” He observed, eyebrows furrowing in concern, “Let me take you home, it would be the least I could do after probably terrifying you when I grabbed you out of the air.” I bit my lip, “I-I really have to get to work,” I held up my briefcase, “I can’t miss this meeting… my boss will be pissed if I do.” His eyes widened in surprise, “Your boss is making you,” he nodded at me, “in this size, travel through one of the worst storms this spring to go to work?” Ethan frowned, “That’s messed up, it’s been broadcasted that the weather is too unsafe for humans to go outside.” He threw his hands up, causing me to gasp and move back a couple steps from the unexpected movement. “Sorry,” he said, noticing my intimidated expression, “that’s just ridiculous.” I glanced down at my feet, watching the water puddle around the flats I bought just last week. “I know,” I agreed, “I just really have no choice,” I tapped my wristwatch, sighing when I realized the clock-hands were stuck, probably broken from the rain water, “I, uh, better get going, I don’t want to be more late than I am.” I awkwardly avoided eye contact, letting my gaze pass over the totally store we were in, and tried to ignore the fact that a huge man was currently staring at me. “Can I at least drop you off somewhere?” He prodded. “I, uh,” my voice cracked, and I had to swallow back frustrated tears, I was basically reliant on his stranger, regardless of the fact that he saved me, “I guess… My bus stop wasn’t too far from where I got blown away.” I dared to sneak a glance upward, momentarily mesmerized by the lingering raindrops clinging to his lashes. “Here,” he slowly extended his hand, and laid it flat beside me, carefully watching me. I stared at it with doubt. There is so much trust and faith that goes into being carried by someone, and I only really had three people I’ve ever been close enough with in my entire life that I allowed to hold me. “I promise I won’t do anything to hurt you, or endanger you, Caroline.” I met his gaze again, wordlessly nodded, and shuffled my feet to his hand, and winced when I leaned weight on it to climb on, trying to repress my fear. Once I was as safely situated as I could, and effectively self conscious of my size, he lifted his hand with such slowness, it was as though he thought I would break. I slammed my eyes shut, a fear of heights and a fear of ginormous beings was enough for my poor nerves. He must’ve felt me trembling, because the next thing I knew, I was carefully prodded with one of those log-like fingers. I flinched, eyes flying open, and after that, my mouth as well. I was closer than comfortable with his face, and there was an obvious tinge of red spreading across his cheeks from him studying me. “Sorry,” he mumbled, “Just wanted to make sure you were okay.” I gave a nervous “thumbs-up” and wrapped my arms protectively around myself as his fingers closed around me, leaving me in a scarily spacious, living cave of skin. He started walking, and I heard the ding of the department store door, and the aching cold of outside leaked between his fingers, making me shiver. As though he felt that, his fingers closed tighter and I was jostled a bit, as he jogged through the pelting rain. It was one of the weirdest experiences I’ve ever gone through, it was like being in one of those spaceship simulators in an Air and Space Museum, but only this time, I didn’t actually feel sick at all. I found myself clinging to one of his pinkies, and soaking up his natural body heat. In a short time, he stopped, and opened up his hands, revealing, thankfully, the bus stop. I let out a sigh of relief. He slowly fell to his knees, using one hand to brace his weight on the ground. I turned and looked up at him, “Thank you so much for this, I really don’t know what I would have done without you.” Leo smiled, revealing adorable dimples that made my heart ache for some reason, “I’m always there for a damsel in distress,” he said as he lowered me under the bus stop canopy, letting me step off. For a split second I missed his touch, the heat. I mean, I was cold and wet, so that made sense… right? “I, um, thank you again,” I sheepishly smiled, tucking a wet strand of hair behind my ear. I offered my hand to him, and with delicacy that blew me away, he took it between his finger and thumb, and with restrained strength, shook it. He let go, and I drew in a deep, shaky breath. “My pleasure,” Another grin lit his face up. “Uh, so...  I guess I’ll see you around?” “Yeah, I’ll see you around.” And with that I turned around, ready to climb the steps up the bus canopy to the human-bus connector bridge. But something stopped me in my tracks. There was a feeling here I couldn’t shake. Like I was letting something very important go. I spun around, biting my lip as I saw him stand up to his enormous height. I stared at his shoes for a few seconds, before I decided on impulse to jog back over. “Leo!” I shouted, but was not heard as the rain and wind drowned me out. Just before his loafer lifted from the ground in a step, I kicked it as hard as I could. It stopped mid-motion, and I gazed upward as he lowered himself into a crouch, blocking the rain out with his mammoth figure. He looked at me curiously, a half smile curving his lips. The words died in my throat as I was once again overwhelmed by him, but I shook it off. “Um…” I shifted nervously, I couldn’t believe I was about to ask this. “Could I… Could I get your number?” I laughed nervously, and glanced away, ready to accept rejection. “I thought you’d never ask.” His lips split into a full, toothy grin, hazel eyes sparkling. I felt like a blush spread over my whole body in that instant. The rain works in mysterious ways, I thought to myself with a smile, and a flutter awoke in my dusty heart.

here are some of my fav gentle G/t stories that are pretty recent/still being updated:

try HBPen’s Silk Snare & The Giant in the Parkinglot

niskara’s Spellbound 

ind-ivi-dual’s The Exterminator

Chazste’s Loath

hoshirozu’s Thorns

nscmseiyaryu‘s Paradise

my Displaced ((haha sorry shameless self promo))

Obsess-Confess’s/MentalcaseVole’s Valour and Blood (which is a bit violent - but their writing is incredible)

im not sure if you’ve seen these yet but if not give them a try! <3

Send me g/t fiction that

Does not involve youtubers

Has one male giant and one female tiny

Is mostly gentle

Is new enough that I havent already read it

Only has characters 20 or older

Wasnt written by a thirteen year old emo kid

Is more than like 2 paragraphs long.

If I get into it I’ll do a g/t and/or g/t vore request for whoever suggested it involving any adult humanoid characters from anything.

you know what i fuckin want

lord of the rings g/t  - interactions between hobbits who’ve never seen big folk before and are totally freaked but i dont feel skilled enough to write in the arda universe bc tokien is some good shit and it makes me sad when i see butchered lotr fanfiction 

Untitled: Cowboy

Refer to THIS POST if you want to know why this is an unpolished, unfinished mess that I’m posting anyway. I’m including a bullet-point summary of the set-up I couldn’t be bothered writing, hopefully that provides enough context to make this enjoyable.

- Anne is in the desert. Why? How? Who’s to say. That’s a problem for past-sweet-pea who came up with a vague premise and ran with it without developing it any further. It’s safe to assume that something unintentional and indian-in-the-cupboard-y was involved (I vaguely remember something from the later books where the magic key got turned into a car key and sent people back when they tried to start the car? Something like that I bet.

- It is hot and dry and there is exactly one object providing shade within walking distance, so she walks to it.

- It is not, as first assumed, some bizarre rock formation, but a knapsack. The size of a rock formation. This does her a concern.

- Another shadow appears, which does her a new, more concerning concern, and rather than stick around to see what that’s about, she begins to run in the direction of NOT THAT THING

- Unfortunately, THAT THING evidently has other plans, and Anne is trapped under something in stuffy darkness

- Until she isn’t anymore, because whatever is on top of her begins to be lifted up…

A sliver of light appeared at the ground and like the sun rising, it grew and spread across the dirt toward her. She shaded her eyes just in time to spare them the sudden brightness. The rising darkness took form; a smooth brown wall that curved around her with a dry creased texture. 

Leather? 

There was a square of white cloth stuck to the wall. In the dim light, she could just barely make out the words ‘Jenkins Haberdashery’ inked into it

A hat. This is a giant hat.

And it was the hat’s brim that was slowly rising, revealing a growing swath of the yellow dirt beyond. And, pressed into that dirt, another leathery shape.  Another perfectly ordinary thing made heart-stopping by its baffling scale. 

A hand. 

She didn’t want to look, but the receding hat was revealing an entity that filled her entire field of vision. The hand was attached to a tree-like arm, partway covered with the sleeve of a checkered shirt rolled up to the elbow. And the arm was attached to a shoulder and the shoulder to a torso of a man, a giant, kneeling in the dirt. He loomed over her tall as a building, blocking out the sun. He was holding the wide-brimmed leather hat in his hand and staring. 

“What the hell?” His voice rang out above her like a clap of thuder.

She wanted to ask the same question. Or scream and run away. Or maybe both. Probably both.

“This don’t make a lick of sense.” He squinted, eyes practically disappearing beneath furrowed brows. His face looked like it had been carved out of the side of a mountain. “I’ve been dry as a creek bed for a week now. Week and a half if you don’t count the swig a’ dirty water Buck Thompson calls moonshine.” The air shook with a deep rumble that might have been a laugh. “I sure as shit didn’t get drunk offa that.” With a movement like the swinging of a construction crane, he lifted the hat to his head.

“Oh well, better you than the flying scorpions.”

His legs shifted; the sound of denim rubbing against denim was as loud as a conversation and the stretching, shifting shadows were dizzying. She shut her eyes and clenched her fists until the upheval stopped. When it did, and she opened her eyes again, he was cross-legged. The toes of his brown boots poked out from under his knees, and there were furrows in the soil where his heels had dragged across the dirt.

“So, what are you supposed to be?”

He’s talking to you.

She couldn’t form words, she could hardly formed coherent thoughts. Her heart was in the vice grip of the most basic, primal kind of fear. Goosebumps rose on her arms, in spite of the baking heat. She wished she could throw up the awful sick lump in her stomach.

“A spirit? One of them ‘demons of vice and iniquity’ Sister Jo’s always frettin over?“ 

“N-no!" 

His brows shot up; his eyes were pale blue, almost grey. “Seein' and hearin’ things? That’s new.” Something about the implication that she was a figment of his imagination irked her enough to eek out a sentence.

“I-I’m not a demon!”

The giant smiled wide, teeth shining against his sun-baked skin. “Well, ain’t that just what a demon would say?” He rested his elbow on his knee and leaned his head on a balled fist. “You’re a bit plain for a hallucination though. No wings? No funny colors?”

Anne took a wobbly step toward him. “I’m…real! I don’t know why I’m so small, or-or everything’s so big, but I-I’m not imaginary.” Shouting made her head hurt. Or maybe it was the heat. “If anything, you’re imaginary.” She nodded. “That’s got to be it,” she said more quietly, to herself. “I-I’m dehydrated, I’ve got heatstroke from walking around in this desert.“ 

She wiped the sweat from her forehead. It mingled with the sweat on her face and dripped down her chin. How many pints of water had she lost already? It was no wonder she was seeing giant hats and bags and cowboys.

“If you’re real, how come you ain’t got any substance?”

Anne didn’t see him reach out; she was busy staring off into the distance, trying to set eyes on some reasonably-sized landmark. By the time she turned around, it was hardly a few feet from her.

His hand.

A human hand the size of a four-door sedan, coming toward her palm first. A scream lodged in her throat, she couldn’t voice it. Warm fingers thick as her thighs wrapped around her and just like that she was off the ground; carried ten, fifteen, twenty feet in the air, as if by a rogue amusement park ride.

This isn’t happening.

But incredibly, it was. Neither hand nor girl had passed through the other, both were equally, improbably, corporeal. Anne slid down a few inches in his half-committed grip; It seemed he hadn’t expected her to be quite so solid. Her feet kicked uselessly in the open air as she scrambled for a foothold.

“What the…” The giant’s voice coming from some ambiguous direction, maybe all of the directions at once.

She tumbled head over heels in the air and then she was free-falling. Before she had a chance to scream, she hit the ground. But not the ground. Brown leather. She was in the hat again. It was upside down this time, and beyond its walls was nothing but dazzling blue sky, and the head and shoulders of the giant. The bemused smile was gone from the his face; his eyes were wide, his mouth hung open, he was shaking his head slowly.

“Well, don’t that beat all…”

The head eclipsed half of the circle of blue above her, and it was getting bigger. The hat was rising; slower than the gut wrenching grab of the hand, but it still made her queasy.

“A little lady.”

Warm breath washed over her face and the sound of his voice vibrated the air around her. It was all just too close, too loud, too much. She pushed away from the face until her back was pressed up against the curved leather wall, but the hat was still rising up, the face was still getting closer.

“Howdja get so small?”

She hugged her legs tight to her chest and tucked her chin against her knees. It didn’t help her feel any safer. He was smiling again. His face hung in the air twenty feet above her, like a hot air balloon with teeth.

“S’matter, cat got your tongue? You were awful talkative before.”

“I, I-” Anne couldn’t take her eyes off the enormous face, but staring at it was only making things worse. The huge staring eyes, creases in his forehead long and deep as furrows in the dirt, the whole bulk of him like some cowboy-Mount Rushmore. It was all too much. “Please…” She couldn’t finish the sentence becuase there wasn’t an end to it. There was just the wordless, overwhelming fear swirling in her head. And tears in her eyes

“Hey, it’s alright, I was only teasin!”

She laughed, and cried, and tried to take a deep breath but it came in hiccupping bursts. Something moved in the corner of her eye. She turned her head and the source of the movement became clear as the glaring desert sun disappeared behind the silhouette of a giant hand.

“N-no!” She pushed her back against the wall of brown cloth, as if she could disappear into it.

The shadowy hand held still in the sky above her. “Easy, easy.” The giant spoke quieter, almost a whisper. “I ain’t gonna grab you. Honest.”

The hand didn’t come toward her, it moved to the pocket of the giant’s shirt, and pulled out what looked like a red and white spotted bedsheet (but was no doubt a handkerchief). Then the hand, holding the handkerchief, did come toward her. Down from the sky and into the hat, closer and closer, pinched between a massive finger and thumb, until it was only a foot away from her. The cloth looked surprisingly clean, given that there was a fine layer of dirt settled into the creases and wrinkles around his thumbnail.

“How about you dry those eyes?”

She reached for the corner of cloth, her arm was trembling. Pull yourself together. There was a warm breeze coming from above her. She didn’t want to look up; she knew what it was. But she couldn’t help herself. She looked up and immediately back down. His face is so close. Her hand was shaking even more now, she couldn’t even bring herself to reach the extra few inches to the cloth.

“Go ahead.”

“I-I’m trying,” her voice cracked pathetically. “You’re just…really big!” Her eyes stung hot, and suddenly the tears were flowing again. He’s not though, you’re small. Tiny, and totally helpless. She tried to take a breath to calm herself but the air came in sniffs and catches, she couldn’t manage a lungful.

The hand and handkerchief receded. “Aw, now you’ve got me goin.” She looked up, managing shuddering, but full, breath. There were tears welling giant’s eyes and his cheeks were flushed.“I don’t mean to frighten you, darlin,” he wiped the tears from his eyes; leaving shining trails across his dry skin. “Honest, I wouldn’t lay a hand on ya, even if you was a demon!”

She hiccuped, a puzzled smile on her face. “Why are you crying?” She pressed her sleeve against her eyes.

“I got a-” he blew a thunderous blast into the hanky. “Soft heart. Cain’t stand to see a lady in distress.” He wadded up the soiled cloth and tucked it back in his shirt pocket. “Cry so much, the boys even got a nickname for me, back in town.” He chuckled. “Boo-hoo Boone.”

“Is that your name?” She sniffed and wiped her nose. “Boone?”

“Sure is.” The giant inclined his head. “Would you be so kind as to give me yours? Unless you prefer darlin’.” His lip curled in a sort of half-smile, and she couldn’t help smiling back.

“It’s Anne.”

“Well, it’s mighty nice to meet you miss Anne. I’m awfully sorry I gave you such a fright.”

“I-it’s okay.” She nodded. “You didn’t mean to.”

“I sure didn’t.” He looked up and squinted, and wiped something from his forehead instead of his eyes. “Miss Anne, I don’t suppose I could ask a favor of you, could I?”

“Sure?”

“Well, I’m gonna burn red as a cherry if I ain’t careful.” He looked down sheepishly, and then slowly, the baking sun was once again eclipsed by a shadow hand. “May I, uh, escort you…um…outta my hat so I can put it on again?”

“O-Oh! Yeah, I didn’t mean to monopolize it.”

“Well, I reckon it’s my fault for dropping you in there in the first place; I’m awfully sorry about that by the way.” His eyes went wide and earnest. “I won’t do somethin as damn foolish as that again, I promise you that.”

Anne just nodded. The hand was coming closer, and she didn’t feel confident in her ability to talk without squeaking. Slowly, tentatively, rough thick fingers reached out to her. They just brushed against her first; a few fingers against one side, the thumb against the other. She didn’t scream, or squirm, or try to get away, so the warm digits gently pressed against her, and then she was lifting up into the air.

Her heart was racing, maybe Boone felt it, because he whispered, “It’s alright, I ain’t about to drop you.” She looked down in time to see the brown oval of the hat slip away beneath her, and looked up in time to see it placed firmly on the top of his head.

“That’s better.” She hadn’t thought there was anything missing about him, but seeing the hat on his head, Anne got the sense of the last piece of a puzzle being put in place. His face certainly had that satisfied look about it.

“Now then…” Anne was lowered slowly, and her feet touched something warm and soft. The fingers loosened their grip and Anne fell to her hands and knees on the skin of a giant palm. Warm and living and utterly incomprehensibly enormous. “Lemme get a proper look at you.”

Anne stood up, and fought to stay standing as the hand shifted beneath her. Boone shook his head slowly, blowing a long stream of air through pursed lips that washed over her like a cool breeze. “You sure are something, you know that?” He’d lifted her high enough that they were almost eye level with each other, and his were wide with wonder. “You, you ain’t even knee-high to a strawberry.” His low chuckled filled the air around her, but it was too pleasant to be thunder.

Ps @a-black-pegasus , this is that cowboy thing I mentioned that one time. Also, what up @questionable-breads . @wolfie180g @mostgarlicofbread Please enjoy.