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Mikhail's Realization
Hey Hey finally finished this. Brain tried to do like a million ideas in one for this, but I did it. We're back with Mikhail and Ian in the alien sizeshifters AU
Mikhail has learned lots about humans and asks Ian to attend an event that would have a crowd. Unfortunately he gets more than he bargained for.
Mikhail's Realization
Mikhail thought he’d grown to have a semblance of understanding for humans. Not all of them, but at least ones from Ian’s region. He knew they used a type of currency to access goods and services. He managed to acquire an amount Ian claimed “would leave him set for life”. That terminology wasn’t entirely clear, but Mikhail assumed it meant he didn’t need to acquire more.
He understood from traveling to the settlement with Ian in the past that humans were slow, and at least Ian seemed to have less stamina. Mikhail made a form of transport mimicking what human media showed as “cool”. A motorized bicycle which he added an automatic balance and an automatic pilot to.
All of that made him confident when he stood outside of Ian’s door after he learned of an event occurring in the nearby settlement. It would be his first chance to observe humans gathered together. Of course he felt best if Ian accompanied him. The times he’d been around humans gave him a need to retreat. His brother helped relieve that.
Although there were issues around Ian at times as well. It was often a struggle to match Ian’s size. His control was to a level even others of his own kind found it off putting, yet around Ian…
Mikhail forced his thoughts to the back of his mind and knocked. A period of crashes sounded before the door slid open. Ian appeared with his chest heaving. Mikhail felt his antennae twist in concern, but chose to ignore it. He did not want to become what media called a “worrywart”. A common issue when their species’ ups and downs were so different.
“Hey,” Ian leaned against the doorframe. “What’s up?”
“I have learned of a ‘festival’ in the nearby settlement. I thought it would be good to attend. We could also test the transportation properly.”
Moments of silence settled between them. Ian’s expression changed more than once. Mikhail couldn’t put emotions to each look, some gave him worry. The way Ian’s pupils constricted as he thought sent a strangely familiar surge of energy urging Mikhail to grow down his back. He’d only felt this energy once on his own planet, but it was common among humans. He found it incredibly strange. His brother’s sigh brought back his focus.
“The crowd shouldn’t be bad if we go now, I’ll be ready in a few minutes,” Ian grinned. His eyes moved again, the pupils constricted. Another familiar surge through Mikhail’s body.
“I will wait near the entrance once I have applied my human disguise.”
The door slid closed as Mikhail walked away. Slowly he let himself start to grow. The process itself always soothed his anxieties and cleared his mind. The bones in his body unfolded as his skin stretched. He let himself grow as fast as he could once he’d left the smaller portion of his ship. Quick steps brought him to his disguise applicator. He stepped inside and applied the settings Ian had suggested to make him look ‘more normal’. Subtle shifts to make his human face less symmetrical. The reason why still eluded him.
The process happened too fast for him to truly experience it. One moment he was his maximum height, the next he was barely taller than Ian. His antennae twitched uncomfortably under his hair. They were locked down with a substance that was partly used to mold into human ears. That part still made him curious how humans managed. If they couldn’t move their ears to hear dangers, how had they avoided them?
Mikhail made a mental note to research human history at a later point.
He stepped out into the open. He attempted to preoccupy his mind with other thoughts. As he took in his ship from his current position, he once more considered Ian’s fear of his size. If he had felt trapped with a being so much larger, one he didn’t understand, he knew his own heart would slow to a steady rhythm. Even more so if he had the stories humans told.
That reminded him of something else he’d found strange. Based on what he had understood, they had similar diets. Plant based and the meat off trees. Strange that they had a fear of a similar looking being eating them. Although the pred-
“Mik,” Ian’s voice nearly made his antennae rip free of his disguise. He attributed the silence of Ian’s approach to the difference in their senses. Humans’ had much more sensitive ones. “So what did you make for transport anyway? A flying saucer?”
“I don’t know what that is so I do not believe so,” Mikhail answered. Ian shifted slightly, a smile on his face.
“Guess that would be too on the nose. So is it a car?”
“No.” Mikhail mimicked an expression of confusion he’d seen.
“Right, that makes sense…”
“I printed what my research calls a ‘motorcycle’. It was similar to vehicles I’ve used on my own planet. I added an automatic balance feature and an automatic pilot. It seemed to be the safest option for us to use around the local flora.”
Mikhail walked towards the entrance of the ship and stopped in front of the motorcycle. Turning back, Ian's eyes were wide. For a moment Mikhail could barely keep himself from growing. Something about the look Ian had sent more energy surging through him. Pupils small, eyes almost hungry. It wasn’t… it wasn’t what he expected from the human he’d already grown close to. As Ian approached he fought to ignore the push of instincts.
“This is… wow. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, but how does it even work? Not gas right?”
“Gas?” Mikhail tilted his head. Ian didn’t respond, running his hands over the vehicle instead. “It uses an electric battery that charges with proximity to the ship. My intention was for you to ‘drive’ as it were. I would sit behind you. In theory I should be able to grow fast enough to protect us both from injury if there is an issue.”
“An electric bike… makes sense. Maybe I can get him to leave it when…” The words were soft. Ian trailed off at the end. Something he had been doing a lot. Something he’d ask after this excursion, preferably when he managed to match Ian’s height directly. Likely his larger size outside of his disguise kept Ian from divulging his worries. The softness was lost as Ian looked back at him. “Wait, don’t you have to open the door before we leave? I thought you had to be-” Ian motioned towards the ceiling with his hands-” to open the ship.”
“There are proper interfaces to open the ship all along the wall. I thought I had explained that. Regardless-” Mikhail tapped the screen near the handles of the vehicle, the ship’s door opened in response- “I have added something akin to a ‘garage opener’ to this vehicle.”
Ian’s mouth hung open for a few seconds. Mikhail felt his antennae tugging to twist and untwist themselves. A worry this was too far. Instead, Ian climbed on the motorcycle. After a heavy pause, he laughed. Mikhail used that as a sign he should take his own seat. Worry made him pause when Ian tensed, but the relaxing of his brother’s shoulders pushed the worry to the back of his mind.
“So, uh, how do we drive this thing?” Ian asked.
Mikhail leaned forward and tapped the center a few times. An autopilot was enabled. He grabbed the handles and the vehicle roared to life. “It will start once hands are placed on the handles. An autopilot will drive to destinations. I have set it to go towards the settlement.”
“Make sure you call it a city or town when we’re there. Although I guess it doesn’t matter since no one else will know what you’re saying.”
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Reaching the settlement was uneventful. Ian grabbed the handles at one point, but did not fight the autopilot. They left the vehicle at the edge of things Ian called barricades. Together they entered the blocked off location. Mikhail felt his heart slow to a steadier rhythm as they reached the event. Ian stated the crowd would be small, but there were dozens of humans around them. His own species rarely gathered in groups so large; it posed too great a danger. Screams and laughter reached his ears. The high pitch of them could not be comfortable for humans.
“Is this-”
“This is almost exactly how I remember it. The crowd is still small too,” Ian cut him off. Ian’s eyes were nearly shining, the black pupil a small dot amid the brown. Another surge shot through Mikhail. Looking around at the humans only made the surge increase in intensity. This feeling they caused would need to be resolved before visiting what Ian would call a ‘large crowd’.
“I see,” Mikhail tried to hide his discomfort. Ian’s head moved on a swivel, clearly enraptured by the scene around them. He grabbed Mikhail’s hand and brought him deeper into the crowd. The contact with his brother helped to calm the energy pushing him to grow.
“Let’s take a look at the games, it’s early enough that good prizes should still be around!”
Mikhail’s antennae twitched in agreement. He was dragged towards a “game” that required a feat of strength to knock blocks down. His own attempt failed, missing the blocks by a larger margin than he expected. The precision of Ian and the other humans was impressive. He would need to look into what allowed it, perhaps their eyes.
Next Ian brought him to something that used a ‘water gun’ and required it to be aimed at a target. The loud music and bells at someone’s success made it hard for Mikhail to focus. His heart steadied at the thought of humans noticing his struggles. Luckily, they were too focused on the target. Another thing that seemed dangerous. Wouldn’t predators be able to catch them if they were only focused on something in one spot ahead of them?
The loud music and a cheer from beside him moved that thought to the back of his mind. Ian managed to win, achieving ownership of a soft doll of a native creature. He’d ask about it once there was less noise. He wasn’t confident humans with their sensitive hearing would be able to focus easily on discussion.
A long period of time passed with them traveling from vendor to vendor. More games of dexterity and strength. Eventually Ian mumbled something about “bad advertising” when they approached a stall. The ‘prizes’ looked to be stuffed toys, much like the others. This time they all wore shirts that had some form of writing on them and were colored white with black spots. At least to him that was the coloring, he still hadn’t confirmed if humans saw the same shades. He doubted it after Ian had won three stuffed toys of the same variety and color.
“Well boys, gonna try your luck? Place a bet on any number. If you win you get a cow with a coupon for some hotdogs,” the vendor said. Mikhail narrowed his eyes at the terms. He couldn’t remember ‘cow’ or ‘hotdog’ from his research. Once they left he’d need to ask about it.
“Sure why not?” Ian said. The vendor held something out, Ian swiped a plastic card, the object he swiped against began dispensing small circular plastic objects. Plastic still interested him on a structural level. His kind didn’t have anything similar. He let his mind wander while Ian ‘bet on numbers’.
The vendor spun a wheel that had a strange arrow flicking across a circle of numbers. The silent movement was entrancing. All too soon it stopped with bells ringing again. Mikhail tilted his head, the vendor had a clear distaste towards the alert.
“Well looks like we have a winner,” the vendor’s tonal indication was more annoyed than joyous. Mikhail looked at Ian who had a smirk on his face before looking at where the numbers to bet were. Each and every one had a circular plastic object on them. “You get the big prize, a stuffed cow and a ten percent off coupon at the hotdog cart… enjoy.”
“Oh, we will,” Ian sounded confident. He took the ‘cow’ along with a slip of paper. When their eyes met, Ian rushed to look away. Mikhail merely tilted his head, once more confused at the action. Ian grabbed his arm and pulled him along. It was the first time Mikhail felt shock at the strength behind the action. He’d thought Ian was weaker…
Ian led them to a quiet part of the event. He sat on some available public seating, and Mikhail mimicked his actions. They sat in silence for a period of time. Mikhail used it to observe the other humans. Throughout the time at the event he’d noticed a number of odd looks sent towards the two of them. At least once he caught some mumbled words, but all he could understand was Ian’s name. Excluding that, this event appeared to be something to relax and bring the community together. It wasn’t quite what he expected. His own kind celebrated indoors primarily out of safety.
“Sorry, Mik,” Ian said. Mikhail looked at him, the human wasn’t meeting his eyes. Hands playing with the ‘cow’. “You wanted to come here, but I wound up dragging you all over instead.”
“I do not quite understand, ” Mikhail said. He tilted his head. The easiest manner to denote confusion. Something most species understood. One he recognized among humans immediately. Ian looked up at him, eyes shining. A feeling in them he couldn’t easily describe. “This is how to experience the ‘festival’, correct?”
“You’re not just trying to make me feel better right?” Mikhail tilted his head to the other side and Ian laughed. “Guess I shouldn’t expect you to do that… or to know what’s happening when you keep calling it a festival. That’s good though… I’m glad I didn’t ruin your day.” Silence settled between them. Humans around them laughed and screamed in joy. Ian sat staring out for a few more moments. “My parents took me here every year when I was a kid… back when my dad was alive, before my mom married my step dad. It was fun, we couldn’t win any of the prizes. She tried for hours to win that stupid betting game, if she… if she’d spent all the money on one round she would have won…”
Mikhail didn’t have any reference for response. Ian’s tone and facial expression denoted sadness. He’d seen things in media suggesting physical affection would be best, but his brother did not appear to enjoy frequent physical touch. His own instincts were to grow in order to offer a safe place for the one in pain. Instead he waited in silence.
“It wasn’t long before my dad died…” Ian leaned against him. It was unexpected, but he moved to wrap an arm around him. Mimicking what humans were shown to appreciate… Finding his own comfort rising from the proximity. It made the looks sent their way, the need to grow in size, fall away. Time passed, humans came and went, prizes won. Eventually Ian sat up straight, Mikhail removed his arm. “I’ll… go get a hotdog. Can you eat human food?”
“The structures I’ve analyzed should be fine. What is this ‘hotdog’ made of?” Mikhail once again tilted his head.
“This,” Ian held up the ‘cow’, “except the real animal. Not a stuffed toy. This place is known for all beef hotdogs.”
Mikhail’s antennae nearly pulled free from the disguise. It took all his strength to speak, “I do not think it would be safe…”
“I’ll be right back then.”
Ian walked off. Mikhail’s heart began to beat at a slow steady rhythm. His body froze despite the moderate climate. Humans ate fauna of the planet. He had never realized that. His studies in the media had left a number of words he could not parse. He hadn’t found any that depicted the origin of food.
Although Ian’s build and weaker stamina indicated a similar status to his own kind. His inexperience among properly intelligent species had caused this misunderstanding. The training he’d received had accounted for these situations. He’d broken protocol by revealing himself to Ian. By disabling safety mechanisms for himself in favor of the human.
When they first met Ian had broken his skin with his nails. At the time he’d assumed it was a panic response, retractable sharp appendages for defense. Perhaps… perhaps it was something for hunting. Something for breaking the skin on a living creature designated as a meal. For attacking prey… Prey like Mikhail and his entire species.
“Mik?” Ian’s muffled voice shocked him. His heartbeat slowed once more, growing terrifyingly steady. A beat too steady. Thump, thump, thump. It echoed through his body. He looked up to find Ian with what had to be a hotdog in his mouth. “I got lemonade, is that safe for you?”
He couldn’t answer. Mikhail blindly took the offered cup. The liquid inside reflected a dull yellow. He could only hope that he’d be able to remain calm until returning to his ship. Once there he’d add his own precautions to handle Ian’s predatory instincts. He would be safe…
“Mik?”
“Your friend ok buddy? He looks out of it?” Another human said. Mikhail slowly managed to look at the new one. It didn’t stop him from seeing Ian bite the meal, the prey, easily. “He looks kind of pale. You get sick on one of the rides? That lemonade may help ya feel a bit better.”
The new human reached for him. He panicked, drinking the lemonade to hopefully make them stop. He had belief, perhaps more of a hope, that Ian was safe. Other humans could potentially see through his disguise. Use their better senses to learn that he was prey. Prey which this crowd could turn around and hunt. The knowledge this was a small gathering made his mind run wild. Human claws could break his skin at his full size, if enough decided to attack his size wouldn’t be enough to prevail…
“Mik… are you ok? Was that safe?” Ian’s words were the only ones his mind would process. The other human continued to talk. The hand came closer, Ian intervened. Would Ian be able to protect him? Would his smallest size be seen as easy prey by his human brother? Could they share a familial bond when he was prey and the other wasn’t?
The humans in front of him were talking. Ian and the other one. His antennae ached as they tried to pull close and twist together. The colors dulled, the voices were lost. His body began to ache. He hunched over covering his middle with his arms. More human words tried to break into his panicked mind. A hand touched him, he flinched. When he managed to look up, he met Ian.
“Mik, come on,” his words barely made it through. The human he had assumed was weak easily pulled him up to stand. Ian took most of his weight and started to return to their vehicle.
Mikhail blinked.
They were near vendors they’d visited.
Blinked again.
At the exit. Ian wasn’t carrying the multiple prizes. Mikhail would try to fabricate them at home…
Another blink.
Near the vehicle.
Another blink.
Standing beside it.
Another blink.
Ian was saying something. He couldn’t make out the words. His translator wasn’t working. Or it was and his own mind was failing. His heart’s steady beat only added to his panic and fear.
Another blink.
“-seat-” A word broke through. The seat… Ian wanted him on the seat. Mikhail did his best to move. More pain wracked his body. Strength that hadn’t been obvious was used to aid him. He managed to take a seat. Barely holding himself up before Ian took a seat in front of him. He was quickly pulled forward, his weight mostly supported by Ian. “Just hold on, I’ll get you back.”
Another blink.
Wind in his face. Ian was talking. Flora blurred around them.
Another blink.
The body beneath him felt smaller. The pain ebbed.
“Mik,” Ian’s voice was easier to understand. “Try to hold on at this size at least, I don’t wanna get crushed.”
Mikhail focused. It was hard to focus. He had never had such an immediate response to something before. Perhaps it was the smaller size. He had to be smaller.
Another blink.
Ian was bigger than normal. Not by much. Panic gripped his mind. Words slipped out, “Not safe…”
“What’s not safe, Mik?” Tone indicated panic. He couldn’t imagine why. “Doesn’t matter, you can get bigger if it helps, just don’t go too far past what you were at. I can take it.”
Mikhail groaned. His body reacted to the words even if his mind couldn’t. He grew slightly. Enough that he could hide Ian by hunching over the right way. The threat currently helping him didn’t seem to mind. It wouldn’t mind because the threat was Ian, a being he shared a familial bond with. At least temporarily.
“We’ll be there soon. Just hold on… You can’t leave me yet…”
Mikhail wanted to know what those words meant. He wouldn’t be leaving. Another blink.
And another.
And one that lasted longer.
Then the ship was in sight. Ian was saying something. He couldn’t make his mind understand. The words were translated. He knew that. The robotic voice in his mind promised him nothing was wrong. His body grew a bit once more. Ian grunted. There were no complaints. The pain ebbed again. His mind cleared a little. Not enough.
A blink. They were in the ship. A blink. Ian was talking. Words… Asking for medical equipment. Medical equipment was…
“End of size hall,” was all he could manage.
“Size hall? My size hall? Gimme something Mik.”
Mikhail managed to nod. Silent affirmation. Ian understood. The vehicle… they were still on the vehicle. In the ship. Driving. Down the hall. His body ached. His heart’s steady beat seemed to grow louder. His antennae were wrapped tightly and painfully at the back of his head… His disguise was broken then.
“Hold on, this is gonna be a rough stop.” Ian’s words only made the steady beat grow louder. Steadier. Almost painful. It made him worried. Would this human drink be enough to kill him? It shouldn’t be… his full size could handle a toxin in that amount. Ian nearby would be dangerous to grow. Although a predator would be fine. Was Ian truly a predator? Were humans?
His moment of doubt fell away as Ian’s hand locked on his arm. Sharp nails pricked his skin. His blood seeped out. Slow, but steady. Steady as his heart was beating. His panic returned. A predator was with him while he was in danger. A predator that the ship was not prepared to defend him against. Then he blinked.
“So, we’re gonna tuck and roll. I don't know how to stop this thing.” Mikhail didn’t know what that meant, but it didn’t matter. Ian pushed them both off the vehicle. It had been slow enough to avoid injury, perhaps some light skin discoloration. When they stopped moving Ian forced him onto his back. He looked down with shimmering eyes. “Mik, how can I use this stuff here to help. What do I do?”
Mikhail didn’t have an answer. There wasn’t a clear cause to the issue. The lemonade could have had additives he didn’t know about… It could have been fauna. His kind could only eat the flora on his planet. He was still setting up the spot on the ship for Ian’s food needs long term, this information could cause issues. His mind wouldn’t focus, he was exhausted.
“Wait, you talked when you got bigger. If you grow, would that help? Will it fix you? At least until you’re able to make some antidote yourself.” Mikhail couldn’t bring himself to respond. “Mik please, I’m not ready for you to be gone. Not yet, please.”
Mikhail closed his eyes. That didn’t sound quite right. Not about just this, just death. He managed to nod.
“Ok, ok grow. I’ll stay here with you. Just whatever will fix this.” Mikhail listened. A tiny part of him was worried how Ian would react to seeing the disguise torn apart. The panicked part of him didn’t care. He grew. “I’m sorry Mik, this is all my fault. I’m so sorry.”
Mikhail felt more aware as his body grew. The threat Ian and other humans posed felt far away. It was something to discuss later. He carefully brought a hand close to Ian, to his brother. He wrapped his fingers around the body that was much sturdier than he realized. Then slowly tilted it so Ian was left on his palm.
He brought the hand close to his face, allowing himself to grow faster. The way his bones unfolded and his skin stretched helped mask the pain. Once at his full size he stared at Ian. His arm was still bleeding, it would take hours to heal. It wasn’t deadly. His body had pains all over, but it wasn’t as intense. The panic ebbed as he faced his crying brother. This human was safe. As long as they were on equal footing there would be no issues.
After this debacle, Mikhail would add precautions on the ship. More ways to get around if he needed them. Add some safety measures if Ian appeared to enter a need to hunt. It would make it much easier to avoid the threat of being toyed with due to instincts. A memory tried to surface, but his mind was too unsteady to parse it.
As his mind succumbed to a level of exhaustion he’d never felt before, he heard Ian calling his name. The only being in the universe he’d met that used a shortened form…
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Mikhail first became aware of the empty feeling in his hand. Ian had left, probably the best option. He could work on the precautionary measures. As he opened his eyes, a dark shadow left him partly blinded. He carefully pushed himself out of it, worried that something had fallen. His body froze, a high pitched whine escaped his chest.
The shadow cast over him was Ian. Big enough Mikhail could fit in Ian’s hand. Ian twitched in his sleep and Mikhail’s heart slowed. His own kind had never felt dangerous with this kind of difference in size. The whine in his chest rose even higher. It wasn’t until the skin covering Ian’s eyes began to move that Mikhail considered his whine might be heard.
One eye opened, he could feel as the massive predator’s gaze passed him by. It forced a memory to the front of his mind, the same one his exhausted mind couldn’t understand. A younger and more adventurous version of himself leaving town when his size had changed. Just before new guardians arrived. Two predators that circled him until someone arrived. Those eyes with a portion like Ian’s that would screw and unscrew. Wax and wane. Focus on the prey.
“Mik…?” Ian’s voice was low. Mikhail tried not to panic as the other eye opened. If he avoided sudden movements then Ian wouldn’t feel instincts to hunt kick in. He’d be fine. They’d discuss it later… This time once Mikhail was ready. “Am I still asleep?”
Ian moved, his shadow grew. Mikhail found himself stumbling back. He barely managed to keep his movements slow. Ian didn’t appear to mind Mikhail’s nerves. It wouldn’t be unreasonable for a predator to enjoy teasing prey. He’d seen it in the field studies he completed before leaving his home.
Once Ian sat up straight, he rubbed his eyes. Mikhail took the chance to try to back away more, but he must have made noise. Ian stopped and stared at him after a single step. Hands shot toward him. An action that he was used to. That was common. Yet it still made him flinch, which made the steady thump in his chest grow worse. His body felt heavy when the hands stopped just shy of him.
“Mik…?” Ian’s voice was softer than before. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know the lemonade would do this to you…”
Mikhail tried to think. If he could talk then this would be better. They’d come to an understanding… He hoped.
“How…” Ian’s voice cracked. Water rolled down his face. “How can I help?”
Ian’s hands moved again. Mikhail slid further back, the translator fell off as he moved. This was the problem with the ones that changed size with him, they weren’t as likely to stay attached. His antennae twisted painfully behind his head. He could already feel the knot they’d formed in his sleep.
“Mik…”
Mikhail could feel the moment the gaze turned from him. It focused on the translator sitting in front of him. Ian squinted his eyes, a heavy breath left him. Mikhail shivered as it passed him.
“You are safe. I will not hurt you.”
Ian… Ian spoke Mikhail’s language. It wasn’t the same as when Mikhail attempted human English. A perfect mimicry. So perfect Mikhail would believe Ian was another researcher who’d arrived at the wrong planet. That kicked Mikhail’s mind into gear. Everything he’d read about the predator’s on his own planet left those with mimicry at this level the most deadly.
“Th-there’s no problem.” Mikhail would explain and things would be fine. That was how it worked in theory. There was no reason Ian would cave to instincts over rationale at this moment. Mikhail just had to stay confident. Confident and move slowly. “It appears my body has taken to this size after processing the drink. I did not intend to cause trouble. I had misunderstood the gathering. A chance to display hunting skills was not something I should have been present for. I will be fine, you should return… to…”
Mikhail trailed off as Ian’s head tilted. It caused his shadow to move, the dull light of the room made it hard to meet Ian’s eyes. He waited, afraid of what his words might cause. Ian’s hands moved again. One dropped to the human’s side, but the other moved closer and closer. Mikhail couldn’t stop himself from flinching. He closed his eyes expecting that movement to trigger human hunt instincts.
He waited. And waited. And waited. Eventually, Mikhail risked opening his eyes. Ian’s fingers were close, holding the translator between two human claws. He looked up to find Ian’s head tilted to one side. His eyes wide with the black portion almost enough to eclipse the brown color. The fingers came closer, Mikhail reached up. He grabbed the translator, careful to avoid the sharp edges of the claws. Almost reluctantly he stuck the base to his neck and the speaker to the end of his antennae. The reluctance fell away as the fingers were pulled back.
“...I’m sorry Mik,” Ian’s voice was soft. Softer than before. “I don’t… I don’t know what you’re talking about. It was just supposed to be for fun. You said most foods were fine, I thought organic lemonade counted. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry… I.. How can we fix what it did? Once you’re back to normal I’ll leave. I'm so sorry.”
Mikhail braced himself before speaking. As terrifying as he found Ian, he didn’t want his human brother to leave. His fear would subside much like Ian’s. “There will be no problem. Once I have regained enough energy I will be fine and add protection for myself against your hunting instincts. We will need to add something to the ship for once my work on this planet is done so that your instincts-”
Mikhail was cut off as Ian’s hands surrounded him. His heart slowed to a point that even Ian’s better senses wouldn’t be sure it wasn’t stopped. A relatively normal response to a predator that was too big to escape. Mikhail logically knew that he should be safe. Ian had experienced being held, which was the easiest way to teach the others of his own species how to handle each other. That logic wasn’t winning.
“Wait, you want me to go with you after you finish here?” Ian’s voice was loud, Mikhail’s tangled antennae ached as they attempted to stay frozen. Digits with sharp claws rested all around him. Some touched his skin. “Mik… oh fuck Mik? Mik please answer. Did I hurt you?”
All his instincts won. Mikhail stayed silent and frozen as Ian’s predatory eyes stared at his tiny form. There were times he felt positive his heart would stop beating entirely. The eyes above him started to shine, quickly followed by drops of water. Ian was crying again. The human began to shake as he climbed to his feet.
“No, no, no,” Ian whispered. Mikhail could feel the pain in those words. At the same time his body felt cold. His mind wouldn’t work, his body couldn’t move. Mikhail’s instincts won over his rational thinking. Which left the idea of Ian’s instincts winning at the forefront of his frazzled thoughts.
He was pressed against Ian’s chest. The rapid heartbeat of the human only left more fear in his body. Even at this size Ian’s steps were shockingly silent. Mikhail faced inner turmoil as Ian moved. The part of him that trusted his human brother wanted to feel at ease. He knew he’d be trapped at this size, he’d have grown already if it was possible. Yet the knowledge that Ian could view him as prey… could kill him, continued to be the louder part of him.
“Shit, shit,” Ian mumbled to himself. Mikhail felt guilty at being the cause. He heard a loud bang that crushed the guilt quickly. “Open already damn it!”
The sound of a door sliding open created more fear. He had no idea what a human might do with potentially dead prey. His antennae felt as though they’d fall off with how rigid they were. Keeping still was somehow more painful than when they continued moving after becoming knotted. Although the knot they were in now would be difficult to free them from.
“This stupid computer has to tell me something,” Ian’s voice was loud now. Mikhail didn’t realize a human could be quite so loud. The digits curled in and pressed against him. The claws were against his skin. A minor increase in pressure and they’d break his skin. He wouldn’t survive his skin breaking at this scale… Not if humans reacted to the blood as predators on his own planet did.
The hand holding him moved. The speed left him dazed as Ian’s hand landed flat on the desk. He hadn’t even noticed the human sitting down. From his position he stared into the room he hadn’t entered since Ian’s panic. Slowly his mind began to process what he saw.
The crashes from before the festival finally made sense. Machines from the ship were scattered all over, inner workings exposed. Squinting slightly he could see that each machine had a book in his own language resting atop them. The oddity itself allowed his nerves to ease.
“Come on, come on,” Ian’s voice brought Mikhail back to his situation. Doing what he could to avoid moving, he focused back on his brother’s face. “What do I do? Would cpr work? I don’t even know what the proper beat for his heart is. Does he breathe? Gimme something you stupid computer!”
Ian growled. The growl snapped Mikhail out of his frozen state enough to flinch ever so slightly. That tiny flinch was enough for Ian to notice. The human’s eyes locked on his form again.
“Mik?” Ian whispered. The hand Mikhail was on moved. A whine escaped him causing the hand to freeze immediately. “Mik… are you ok?”
Mikhail couldn’t bring himself to answer.
“What happened? Did-did I do something?”
Mikhail wanted to explain, but his instincts had already taken back over. They only grew stronger as Ian loomed over him. A perfect chance to see teeth different from his own. Ones he thought were the same. Sharp points that would tear flesh. His own looked sharp, but wouldn’t break skin. Not even the biggest of his species would be capable of a feat like that. Their teeth were too flat.
A strong gust of wind pulled Mikhail’s hair forward. Something he should be used to, but knowing it was a predator made it terrifying. Ian’s breath. Pushed back again as he breathed out.
“Mikhail, how can I help? I’ll leave after I promise. Just tell me how to help.”
A whine Mikhail knew he’d only made once in the past escaped his chest. After he was saved from predators, after he was blamed for being young enough to be foolish. He didn’t want that pain again. He was saved back then, someone willing to take his care on full time despite his constant size changing. Ian was ready to leave, even used his full name.
“Mik,” Mikhail managed to get a single word out. Ian’s eyes changed. Wide look and miniscule pupils. “You always say Mik…”
“I…” Ian’s mouth hung open. Fear surged in Mikhail’s body. Pain reached every part of his being, a desperate need to grow. “Yeah I do… What… what happened?”
Mikhail struggled, speaking to a predator while this vulnerable felt foolish. Instincts pushed for him to run or stay silent. Surprise creeped into Ian’s expression and the hand he was on was moved again. It tilted and he slid off onto a soft surface. Far too quickly Ian’s face appeared in front of him. Others of his kind never felt this quick… or deadly.
“This is probably better right?” Ian sounded nervous. “I mean I grabbed you and I hate that so you probably hate it too. Sorry, I just got excited. I thought… I kept thinking you were going to just be gone once your whole research and approach humans thing was done.”
“That has never been my intention,” Mikhail said. It was easier to speak while free from Ian’s hands. “Although we will need to designate a way to deal with…”
“Deal with what?”
Mikhail was actually hopeful he was wrong. That perhaps he misunderstood what Ian meant. Perhaps the ‘real thing’ wasn’t an animal, but the source of the toy. With that hope he managed to face the eyes that seemed to follow every one of his movements. Ian stood, looming perhaps by mistake. Mikhail gathered all of his courage, his antennae hurt as they quivered. “To deal with the fact that you, or rather humans, are… predators.”
Ian stepped back, the distance allowed Mikhail’s heart to reach a somewhat normal pace once more. Ian’s eyes were locked on him, but they didn’t look like a predator’s this time. They looked hurt. Scared even. Ian turned away, pulling out the human device he called a phone. After a few seconds his brother let out a deep sigh.
“I just wanted to fact check my memories first sorry,” Ian mumbled. “Humans are considered apex predators so…” Another sigh, another step away from Mikhail. “So I guess yeah we are predators, but we’re also omnivores. Plants and animals, lots of things work as food for us. Is it… are the animals dangerous to you?”
Mikhail waited for the fear to overcome him again. For his body to freeze and heart to slow enough he wasn’t sure he still lived. Instead he felt calmed by the answer. The knowledge he was correct somehow brought him peace. Of course Ian’s reaction to step away was helping as well. He took this chance to attempt an increase in his size.
He focused on forcing his bones to unfold. His skin to stretch. Yet nothing changed. He remained palm sized. Mikhail’s antennae tugged to separate, this time painfully enough he winced. He felt before he saw Ian’s step closer. The shudder as he lunged to reach him. A human looming over him…
“Mik,” Ian whispered, Mikhail watched his brother’s eyes squint. “Your antennae are tangled. Can I try to help?”
Mikhail didn’t move. Didn’t have words to say. The fear that overtook him at the festival reappeared from the shadow cast over him. Numbly he nodded, too fearful of what a refusal could cause. Fingers with claws that easily broke his skin came close. He prepared for the worst, the inevitable pain and suffering of those claws breaking his skin.
Mikhail wanted to shut his eyes, but forced himself to stare at his brother’s face. To see what would happen if a human smelled his blood while he was vulnerable. Focus on the ways he could use this new perspective. Try to forget the danger he was in, the danger he knew he should try to escape. If only he’d left any of the precautions for his kind on in the ship, rather than turn them off to prevent issues for Ian.
“Hold still, let me know if it hurts,” Ian said.
The breath that washed over him made following instructions easy. Mikhail felt as the massive digits made contact with his antennae. Waited for the pain. And waited. And waited. And waited. Instead of pain he felt relief as the knot his antennae had become disappeared. The warmth beneath the strange leathery skin proceeded to soothe the aches their reactions caused.
Silence settled between them. One that was almost comfortable as Ian worked. Mikhail’s focus on the human face above him remained steady. The entire time he saw the black parts of Ian’s eyes as pinpricks. He even noticed a subtle shaking of the brown orb that sat within the white part of the eye. It was strange. Yet once again all of this managed to fill him with a sense of calm.
“That should do it,” Ian smiled. Mikhail found himself mimicking the expression. Relieved the knot had been handled and without a drop of his blood spilt. Yet that left many questions to answer. Questions that he had to pose before anything else happened.
“My species would be akin to prey,” Mikhail blurted it out. At the same time his antennae tried to twist back together, but pressure kept them apart. Ian’s eyes changed focus to his face now. Mikhail’s heart slowed to a rhythmic beat. “We… we are prey on our planet. I believe we would be prey here. We will need to account for your instincts moving for-”
“Wait, is that what made you act weird? My instincts?” Mikhail nodded. “Mik, humans aren’t driven like that. Sure I’ll look at a sound or follow a quick movement, but I’m not gonna- I don’t even know what you think I’m gonna do.”
“I do not understand…”
Mikhail searched his memory on every species his kind had met and studied. Every single one had followed some level of instinct. His own grew in response to potential dangers, it was almost unheard of for someone to have control like himself. An avian species that had, more than once, carried off a member of his kind and nearly killed them. An aquatic species that, during feeding times, would chase anything small enough to be prey. Another that would change its colors to hide itself from predators or in reaction to perceived danger. Every recorded species had some instinct that they couldn’t physically ignore. At least not without something to purposely make it possible. Could humans truly be different?
“I mean, we have instincts sure. None of them are to go chasing something small. It’s more likely we’re going to slap at something we don’t expect touching us, or try to grab something we see moving when it shouldn’t and nothing we know of matches it. Well I guess the second one is kind of hunting, but still. Humans don’t do that, we probably evolved out of that cause of all the other animals that act that way.”
“There are more predators than humans?”
“Yeah, humans are special cause of communities and tool building… I think. I’ll admit I never paid much attention in those classes, but I mean a bear would still kill me. Technically a cow could too.”
The knowledge he’d gained had only made his fear worse. Part of the idea was for his kind and humans to freely travel to each other's planets. Many precautions were in place on each his kind currently visited. How could humans be safe? Perhaps marking humans as too dangerous would be the correct option, but that would mean Ian wouldn’t be able to leave with him. The mere idea of that caused a whine to escape his chest again.
“Mik,” Ian had crouched again. They were as close to eye to eye as possible. “Humans are weird. I don’t really get what you expect out of me or humans in general, but we’re brothers right? I’m not gonna hurt you or let anyone hurt you. Especially another human.”
Mikhail stared at Ian for a long time. He considered the words he’d been told. This planet posed a threat that he needed to study. Ian posed threats he couldn’t imagine. Yet the same claws that pierced his skin easily had managed to untangle his antennae without a scratch. Mikhail’s physical reaction to his fear had already dulled near Ian. It was something to study later, when both of them were comfortable.
“I think I will need to do more research on humans and the other creatures of this planet when I am capable of growing,” Mikhail said. Ian’s eyes widened.
“Right… so what now? Do you want me to take you somewhere? I can leave too. I mean I’ve been freaking you out right?” Ian offered. The offer sounded appealing at first, but the consideration of other predators, not just humans, managing to find him gave Mikhail pause. Plus the proximity of his brother had stayed calming even after hearing the truth of his worries.
“I… would prefer to stay near you if that is alright.”
“Sure, like this or something else?”
“I am… unsure when I will begin to grow again, perhaps not on the desk.”
“Right, right”
Ian’s hand landed palm up in front of him. Mikhail felt the steady beat of his heart as he walked towards it. Clawed digits curled up as he sat in the center. Ian pulled his hand up, slower than Mikhail expected after the prior experiences. Panic did explain those actions. Ian moved stiffly across the room and set his hand down on the bed. Mikhail climbed off, unsure what was coming next.
“This should work,” Ian said. He sat down on the floor in front of the bed leaving Mikhail on the currently massive surface. “This way I can wake you up if you start to get bigger and no worries I might hurt you right?”
“Yes… yes this should be fine.” Mikhail’s antennae stood up straight, a rare emotion had reached him. A mixture of happiness, calm, and the feeling of safety. “Thank you, Ian.”
“No problem, just get some rest and we can figure out the whole predator prey thing you started to worry about.”
Mikhail quickly made himself comfortable. He made sure his eyes faced Ian. Where he could see the massive predator that chose to protect a prey rather than toy with or hurt it. He truly hoped humans were different from the other species. With that thought Mikhail closed his eyes and allowed the fear fueled energy to disperse where he could sleep.
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Ian waited until he felt sure Mik was asleep to move. He turned to look at Mik, still small enough to fit in his palm. He’d never thought something like a food chain could cause so much trouble. He had to find a way to help fix this, he didn’t want to lose another family.
He slid away from the bed to grab a tablet with a network connection he bought after Mik gave him some money. He moved back silently and waited to see if Mik stirred. Once convinced it was fine, he got comfortable and started to look up some self defense classes. Those would at least be a start.
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He’s My Girl (Chapter 7)
TITLE OF STORY: He’s My Girl
CHAPTER: 7
AUTHOR: miss-m-and-her-blog
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: AU Actor!Tom
GENRE: Romance, Action, Drama
FIC SUMMARY: He’s a guy, she’s a boy in disguise. He’s an actor, she’s a stuntman or -woman. How can it ever work when the famous Tom Hiddleston stars in an action film, with Charlie or Charlene as his stunt choreographer?
RATING: T
WARNINGS/TRIGGERS/AUTHORS NOTES: There would be a mention of blood, but that’s all :)
FEEDBACK/COMMENTS: This is the longest chapter for HMG, I think, and I hope that’s okay for everyone :D
The loud ringing of her phone alarm woke Charlene but there was something off about the room--daylight was already dawning through the windows.
And after rubbing her eyes, then she only found out what was wrong,
“Oh, shit! I’m so late!” She shouted out that woke Lily who is just sleeping beside her.
“Shut the fuck up, Cha! I’m trying to sleep…” Lily slurred before ending up going back to sleep and with a snore.
Charlene quickly got into the bathroom, and she didn’t bothered on scrubbing her body as it was already 7:40 in the morning. The call time in the studio is 8 o’clock and she only has 20 minutes to get ready, get out, and get the heck into the studio.
I already skipped warm-up on 7 o’clock. Al is going to kill me when I get there.
When she finally took off her clothes, she hanged them on the hooks behind her. She was about to turn the shower on but she noticed her panties from the reflection of the mirror beside her–-her panties had a big blot of red in the middle.
Charlene instinctively looked down and saw that it was indeed bloody down there.
“Fuck! Not now!” She angrily shouted at her vulva.
However, she didn’t want to be late, and so she speedily had her bath; borrowed from Demi two sanitary pads and two tampons (she used the pad first because she had never really tried on tampons before), just in case, then dressed and got her body bag.
When she finally put on her black cap, she was Charlie again.
As he rushed downstairs, he saw Uncle Barty and Auntie Baby having breakfast with their two other children, Aurora, nicknamed Ora; fifth child of the eight siblings; Penelope, nicknamed Penny; the sixth of the eight siblings.
“Hey, couz, have some breakfast first.” Penny offered after she placed the pancakes and some longganisas* on the table.
Charlie cringed but said, “I’m sorry. I’m so late for work. Maybe tomorrow.”
“Sure. What do you like for tomorrow?” Penny being the best cook of the family and also a chef at a fine dining restaurant in Downtown, was very reliable when it comes to requests like this.
“Champorado**?” Charlie replied as he swung the door open now.
“Hey, we haven’t had that for months, that would be good.” Ora spoke up, after taking a sip of her coffee.
Even if Charlie was running late, she still had a smile on her face because of how sweet and caring her extended family can be.
“Bye, guys! You’re just the best.” He sang then got out of the house.
Uncle Barty who had just folded down the newspaper that he was reading thought aloud, “Why is Cha-Cha dressed like a guy again?”
Auntie Baby answered that for him, “It’s for her work, remember? Lily told us that before.”
“Oh.” Uncle Barty shrugged.
When he got on the train, he noticed his reflection in the glass doors, he forgot to put on any contouring make-up (that Lily taught him) and the drawing of stubble in his face.
He mentally cursed to himself, I’m clean as a baby’s butt right now! And I don’t look like a man at all.
Charlie noticed that he does look handsome when he’s a man. But he thought why doesn’t he look that good when he’s a woman.
That’s just unfair. He sighed.
After getting off the train, he tried to run for it now as his wristwatch had already ticked past 8 o’clock. There was nothing else in his mind but being late, but he also thought that his run could be his warm-up too.
When he got into the studio’s entrance, he only flashed the guard his ID and kept running until he reached the training quarters.
To his shock, Al was waiting for him at the entrance of the roofed gym, with his hands on his waist and a scowl in his face.
Charlie halted to a stop right in front of Al.
“What time is it, Mr. Go?” He sounded surly and Charlie’s sure he’s getting a scolding from him.
He took a glance at his wristwatch, “8:30, sir.” Then Charlie gulped as he can feel his throat dry up because of his run.
“Warm–up’s at 7, call time’s at 8; is there nothing clear with my time schedule for you people?” Then he glared at Charlie.
“I’m sorry, sir, I woke up late–” Charlie apologetically replied but Al cut him off,
“No! I won’t tolerate this. The next time you’ll be late I’ll make sure to double the punishment for you. I hope this unprofessional behavior is the last time that I will see it.”
“Understood, sir.” Charlie looked down, and he could feel his cheeks heat up with embarrassment.
“Now, do it. 6 reps of push-ups, 5 reps of sit-ups, and 4 reps of squats. Begin.” Al ordered Charlie before walking back inside.
That was the punishment for all late-comers and no one was exempted to this.
But, Ian came over to Al and tried to reason with him, “Al, I’ll join Charlie in his punishment. Look at him, he was running late and he said he won’t do it again.”
Al only exhaled through his nose and said, “You better get back to your own damn place before I really put a dent on that pretty face of yours, Velasquez.”
Then he hit Ian’s shoulder with his own, to which Ian almost fell back but managed to get on with his feet. Ian only brushed off his shoulder, but he will admit to himself what Al did hurt.
He looked over to Charlie who was doing push-ups now outside the roofed gym and he isn’t even given a mat.
Tom also saw what is happening, and he watched Charlie from the distance as he did his punishment. He also wanted to help Charlie out but, he already saw how Al talked to Ian, and he felt it was best to not say anything for now.
Julian approached him, “Look at Ian, he’s watching over Charlie.”
Tom glared at Julian, “I can see that.”
“Well, no one’s exempted with Al’s rules. He’s a military man, you know–-well, he used to be. That’s why the man’s so damn serious all the time.”
Al had already called out Ian as his training are to begin already.
As for Charlie, he already finished the push-ups, and now he’s starting to do the sit-ups. But little did all the people knew, as he did the sit-ups, he felt his menstrual flow leak down like a gushing water pipe.
Fuck. I could feel the pieces come out. Fuck this shit! I am never going to be late again– especially if I have my period on!
The struggle of even getting up while his (her) uterus was being squished on by his muscles were harder than running quickly. Charlie worried that his pad might leak and he’ll have a red spot behind his jogging pants.
Finally, he was on the squats, he tried to feel if his butt was dry or wet from blood. When he touched his lower butt, he felt no stain or blot of blood. Charlie could finally breathe as his punishment exercises had not made his pad leak.
Only, he felt like he had ran a few more laps as he is tired as an outworked horse now. He dragged himself inside the gym and Al was watching him. But Tom saw Charlie’s face almost droop down with heaviness.
As fast as he could, he grabbed his water tumbler and ran towards Charlie.
“Charlie. Are you okay?” Tom asked as he handed him the tumbler.
Charlie didn’t spoke but Tom opened the cap for Charlie.
“Drink. Go ahead.” Tom instructed him.
At last, Charlie’s dry throat was quenched and he almost choked for a moment while drinking.
“Easy. Don’t be late again, you know now how it goes.” Tom reminded him.
Charlie gave back the tumbler, “Who’s tumbler is that?”
Tom closed the cap of the tumbler, “Mine.”
He paused and threw a surprise look at Tom. It would sound creepy but he had just drank from his crush’s water tumbler and nothing would be the same again.
As if I’d already tasted his lips too. Charlie’s thoughts played around at that idea.
“Good grief, you look pale. Are you really all right?” Tom worriedly pointed out as his lips did looked very pale.
If Charlie could only tell him that it’s his first day of his period, hence, his pale lips.
“I’m all right. Let’s start your training. Is Julian here?” Charlie was now all business and he had shooed away blissful thoughts of Tom.
They both walked towards Julian who had dragged a mat so they could begin now. But when Charlie saw Julian, Julian's eyes were squinted at his face.
“You look pale– and clean shaven. Are you okay, man?” Julian pointed out.
Charlie wasn’t in the mood to explain himself and so he snapped back, “If I get asked one more time if I’m okay, I’m going to kick someone in the balls. Is that clear?”
Both men were quite surprised with his response and so, they went on to begin the training for the day. Charlie knows well that it’s his hormones talking and being snarky today but he couldn’t well help it.
Julian and Tom both backed down from Charlie who's clearly having a bad day.
"Let's start." Charlie ordered, his voice cold and almost harsh. As they started some stretches, Julian is analyzing something in his head; he has an older sister whom he lived with until their teens.
Whenever she has her period, Julian had to isolate himself from her because she can be very grumpy.
Volatile, to the point, I might say
But then, when he thought about it...
Whenever she has a period...
And as if an epiphany had presented itself to him, he observed Charlie.
Charlie was instructing Tom for a move where the latter would slam him down the mat; as he looked at Charlie, he does look feminine or maybe androgynous. However, the way his body is shaped--Julian started to doubt.
Then, the idea of him already meeting Charlie before came to his mind. But, it was followed with the memory of Dodong's team mate from their audition, the girl that Andy Lockley rejected,
Charlie? And that girl?
At that moment, Julian saw Charlie's profile as he stood in front of Tom, giving instructions; and indeed, the mystery was solved.
They are just one person! Charlie is in disguise!
"Holy fucking shit." Julian blurted out.
Both Tom and Charlie turned to Julian who held back his mind-blown reaction.
"Did you swore, Jules?" Tom turned to Julian.
"No! No--heck no. I-I didn't said anything." He stammered.
"I thought you swore because you saw Gwen again--and I don't see her around here." Tom joked.
That caught Charlie's attention, "Gwen? Isn't she Paula's assistant?"
"Yes, and my friend, the hopeless romantic Julian Tanner, is madly in love with her." Tom teased.
Charlie spoke up, "Actually, Paula introduced me to Gwen, last Tuesday."
Julian then started walking closer so he can hear them and Tom only stood there, curious.
"Why did Paula do that?" Julian was trying not to let his anger show but Charlie felt intimidated.
"I don't know. Maybe she just wants me to meet Gwen." Charlie shrugged.
"If Paula did that--that means that Gwen must like you!" Tom interjected and Julian was not amused.
"What?! What would she like about you? Your boyish charm?" Julian almost scolded but Tom now got in between them.
"Hey, it's not my fault that Gwen likes my Korean features." Now Charlie taunted Julian.
As frustrated as he is, Julian exhaled hard from his nostrils and his eyes were blazed with anger. In the middle of that argument, Tom noticed what Charlie meant from what he said; that he is part-Korean.
"Now, boys... We're on training. Be nice to each other." Tom was mentally laughing at himself as he sounds like a parent.
Julian stepped closer towards Charlie, as he muttered, "Let me slam him down, Tom." Julian tried to cross over Tom's barrier that is his broad shoulders.
"No! No--I'll slam him. You go sit and watch, man." Tom ordered.
Julian slumped down at the bench like a spoiled brat who had just been shouted at. For a moment, Julian almost forgot about his discovery.
You can't fool me, Charlie. And you won't fool Gwen. I'll make sure this will blow up in your face.
While Tom and Charlie stood face to face at the mat, Charlie said, "What's wrong with Julian? Is he that love-struck with Gwen?"
Tom looked back at Julian who is now pouting and scowling at them, he turned back his head and spoke, "It's the first time I've seen him like that. I mean, I've worked with him in Thor, Avengers, and Skull Island. I've seen girls flirt with him on set because we look alike--but he doesn't use that to hook up with them. But, he doesn't even take time to notice them. That's why they say he's picky."
Charlie replied, "Maybe he's waiting for the one."
Tom tilted his head and leaned in closer to Charlie. "The one?"
"Yeah. Something like a Soulmate? Destiny? One true love?" Charlie explained, complete with hand gestures.
Tom huffed at the thought of Charlie believing in soulmates.
"What? You don't believe in that?" Charlie tapped Tom's abs as if to establish something manly between them two.
Now Tom placed his hand on his waist and ran his other hand over his overgrown beard that he will be needing for the part of John Hicks.
"I don't know. With my past relationships, it made me skeptical about the idea of a soulmate. How about you? What do you believe in?"
That caught Charlie off guard. He believes it even though as Charlene, he has not met his soulmate yet.
And at this rate, disguised as a guy, I may never even attract a soulmate.
He licked his lips before saying anything else, then, with all his sincerity he replied, "I believe in the power of love."
Tom saw something in Charlie's eyes; it was as if he saw a bright hopefulness from those brown eyes, like a child believing in all things full of innocence and wonder. He didn't know it but he felt being drawn closer to Charlie.
I might ask if he's for real but--he is.
Tom went quiet for a while, but Charlie could only hope that he didn't sound like Wonder Woman saying that line.
Don't be silly, Thomas. Tom thought.
"So, am I going to slam you or not? I'll let Julian down if I won't." Tom broke the ice.
Charlie let out a laugh and they both positioned themselves.
Tom placed his right foot forward and held out his hands. Charlie nodded, "Now."
With one swooping motion, he grabbed Charlie by the arms and tripped him with his left foot. And just like he was a sack of rice, Tom slammed Charlie's butt down in the mat. Julian stood up and went over the two. Tom held out his hand to help Charlie up. But, because Charlie is wearing a gray jogging pants, Julian saw it clearly.
"Hey, midget man, you've got blood down your ass." He pointed out.
And as if all of the alarms in Charlie's head went out and banged around, he also felt the blood on his face drained.
That's why I felt something squishy when Tom slammed me down.
Charlie twisted and tried to look at it, and it was indeed a big blot of red. He was about to panic but he thought first what alibi he can say to talk his way out of it.
"Charlie, you're bleeding!" Tom pointed out, and of all the least Charlie expected, Tom reached out to touch the blot of red in his ass to feel if Charlie is bleeding from a wound.
When Tom's hand landed just in between the lower and inner side of Charlie's ass; Tom felt nothing in there.
Where the fuck is his balls?
Charlie slapped Tom's hand away and stood away from the two of them.
"I-It's, uh... It's probably my--" Charlie's words broke out, as he is still internally panicking.
"What?" Julian asked.
"I have this... I have this big pus in my ass!" He almost shouted out so that is what they would believe.
"Charlie, what are you talking about?" Tom demanded an explanation
A nervous laugh escaped Charlie's lips, "I had this pus for two days now. I-It probably popped already."
"Maybe I slammed you down on something sharp or anything?" Tom asked and Julian was checking the mat if there is anything sharp where Charlie landed.
But Charlie insisted, "No! It's the pus! Definitely! No doubt about it, whatsoever!"
Julian and Tom only stood there with quizzical looks on their faces. Julian is almost sure that it isn't a pus, but Tom is only worried.
"Uh, how about this... Julian? Let Tom have 4 reps with the kick pad, and I'll change my pants."
Tom spoke, "Just make sure you really are okay."
He only nodded in response.
Then, Charlie was off to the bathroom. He grabbed his body bag and ran as quickly as he can even though he can feel an eminent menstrual cramp coming. When he was finally inside a cubicle, he pulled down his pants and his panties; the end of his sanitary pad and crotch area of his panties were soaked with blood.
Yep, this a fucking murder scene.
Charlie was clever enough to bring an extra pair of pants and panties; as if he already knew this was going to happen anyway. He took out the tampon from his bag and thought,
Why did I used a pad instead of you?!
Charlie wiped himself off before putting the tampon on. Slowly, he inserted it with the applicator, and all of his panic finally dissolved down. Charlie had to lean back and sigh out as if he had just contained a ticking bomb.
This was a ticking bomb... Of dead egg cells and uterine lining.
He changed into his black and more loose jogging pants. Once again, he was fresh as a daisy. Charlie now felt the cramps as he walked back to the gym.
I should've not ran. I fucking hate everything. He mentally rambled.
After getting in the roofed gym, he heard someone call out to him--Gwen.
"Charlie! Hi!" She waved at him so eagerly.
Julian and Tom also saw Gwen but she had an eco bag in tow, and Tom noticed that there seemed to be lunch boxes inside it. Tom nudged Julian who froze like a mannequin when he saw Gwen.
Gwen went towards Charlie who tried to smile in spite of his cramps. "Hi there, Gwen." He greeted when she was already beside him.
"Good morning, Charlie. I, uh, I brought you lunch." Gwen nervously mumbled.
Tom and Julian also approached them to hear what they are talking about. Gwen finally took out the lunch boxes which are actually Bento boxes.
"I made you lunch." She sweetly presented the Bento box to Charlie.
Charlie hesitated for a while to accept it, but Gwen looked so happy and proud with her prepared lunch for him that it made him take it from her. Julian saw it and his heart caved in and was crushed from the inside. Tom could see Julian's chin tremble all the while Gwen smiled and talked with Charlie.
When both of them came around, Gwen then presented the second Bento box to Tom. "Tom, this one's for you. Paula made that before leaving."
He took it and said, "I didn't know Paula could cook. I thought you were supposed to be in New York."
She crossed her arms on her chest and said, “Jolene is with Gwen. But I’ll be following them next Friday.”
The honest truth, Gwen made those both. Paula only relayed the task to Gwen because what Tom said is true; Paula can't cook. And also, Paula just arrived in New York doing a two-week show of Mamma Mia in Broadway. Of course, Paula plays the role of Sophie.
Gwen didn't said anything else about Paula's cooking skills, but she said, "Paula says check your phone. She's been texting you all morning."
Tom didn't reacted, outwardly, anyways.
Charlie opened the box and saw the meal decorated with a My Neighbor Totoro theme.
"Aww. This is so cute." Charlie sighed.
Julian looked over to see the Bento, and he wished he didn't because he felt jealous all the more.
"Since you are from Japan, I thought that you might like it." Gwen remarked.
Charlie shook his head, "Oh no. I'm actually half-Korean, half-Filipino. I lived in Seoul, and we also have Bento there."
Gwen rolled her eyes, "Ah, stupid me, to assume that you're Japanese."
But then, Charlie leaned in closer to Gwen who stood the same height as he does.
"But still, thank you, Gwen." He insinuated, and because he wanted to annoy the shit out of Julian.
This time, Gwen didn't looked like a strawberry when she blushed; she looked glowing and very much in love.
"You're welcome." Her voice became softer and there was a hint of shyness in it.
Gwen then followed, "I better go. Take care in the training, Charlie."
But Julian reacted, "Hey, what about me? O-Or Tom?" Gwen didn't replied to that as she was too busy looking at Charlie.
She finally left and if she could skip around with all the joy in her heart, Gwen would.
When Gwen was finally gone, Julian spoke, "I'm invisible. Did you see that, man? It's a fucking tragedy."
Tom tapped his shoulder as if he mourns with Julian.
"Don't worry, Jules, I'll share you the Bento." Charlie offered.
Julian wanted to say something but he kept it to himself for now. There would be a time when he'll be able to confront Charlie.
During lunch, Charlie ate with Tom and Julian. Ian wasn't able to have lunch with him because he was invited by George to have a lunch instead, outside the studio. Julian almost floated with joy when he tasted Gwen's cooking. He wanted to imagine Gwen being his wife and cooking for him. But too bad, Gwen's not going to notice him soon enough.
Tom was quiet all through lunch. He was multi-tasking; eating while texting Paula.
Why haven't you replied since 4am? What's wrong with you? Paula texted again for the second time.
I already told you-- I was in training. And it was just 7 o’clock here at that time. Where else would I be? Tom hit the reply button too hard.
Julian pointed out his fork, “Problem with the missus?” He tried his best British accent as he teased Tom.
Tom shot Julian a dark look and Charlie saw it too. Julian gulped down and sat back as he already knew that Tom is in a bad mood.
Charlie watched Tom as his brows were furrowed and was looking down at his phone. No one might approach Tom as this dark cloud of a bad mood hangs upon him, but Charlie would. He was like a sculpted marble figure, with all the darkness etched on his face yet he still looked perfect.
Charlie feared that Tom might look back at him and snap at him for staring too much, but Tom didn't, he only looked down on his phone. As he observed Tom, he also saw that his face has its own bad side--a side where he’s not handsome.
He already saw this side of Tom when he is all surly, but Charlie was asking himself; why does he still like Tom?
He’s still perfect to me even though he looks like an old grouchy English man; so much like the tropes I see in movies.
As much as he can, Charlie tried not to sigh and then he turned his attention back to his lunch.
But, little did he knew, Julian was ultimately watching his every move. And Julian knows Charlie’s eyes sparkle on Tom’s way.
Meanwhile, Tom received a reply from Paula,
I was worried about you when you didn’t replied! And I felt stupid to know that you just actually ignored my texts.
Tom clenched his jaws; he is tired from the training, and this isn’t the thing that he needs right now. And even if he did nothing wrong, all he could do was reply back this,
I’m sorry, hon. Please, I just forgot about my phone, I was in training. I do hope you understand that.
He waited for Paula’s reply, but he wasn’t touching his food anymore.
Julian then spoke up, “Eat up, man. You’ll need your strength until the afternoon.”
Tom ignored Julian as Paula’s reply came up.
I’m sorry, too, hon. It’s just that I’m not used to this. I miss you.
He exhaled and scratched the back of his head. He started typing,
I miss you, too. But we have to make this work, hon.
Immediately, Paula answered,
Okay. I’ll do my best not to miss you too much. Just take care there. See you in two weeks. I love you. xx
The problem was solved, it was just Paula being a baby; and Tom had contained it, thankfully.
But before eating again, Tom called someone over the phone.
“Hey, Luke? You’re in New York now, right? Can you contact Jolene, she’s with Paula now. Tell her to order red carnations or red roses--a dozen. They’re Paula’s favorites.”
Tom paused as the man spoke over the line, then he said, “To cheer her up. My girl’s very down right now. Thanks, Luke. You’re the best.”
Then the call ended and Tom started eating again but he didn’t said any word to Charlie or Julian, nor did they.
But, Charlie thought that it was very sweet of Tom to do. Though he had admit, there is a faint sickness of envy that sits down inside him.
What I would do to be Paula... Psh, maybe nothing. Come on, Cha, you’re Charlie right now! You shouldn’t even think about that! Charlie internally rambled.
The trio continued their lunch without saying anything else all through the end.
“Attention, guys! Mr. Greener would like to make an announcement.” Pete, the assistant stunt coordinator spoke out.
Al spoke up, “Grab some mats and take a seat, people.”
All the actors and stunt men who had just finished their training came over in a circle around Al.
It was almost quitting time and it was the appropriate time to make some announcements. But, when Charlie grabbed a mat, he saw Dodong who is also about to take the mat he is holding.
“Oh, go ahead. I’ll find another one.” Dodong courteously replied.
They both got a good look at each other, but Dodong didn’t reacted when he saw Charlie. Charlie almost had a mini-heart attack when he thought that Dodong would recognize him.
He laid out now the mat so Julian and Tom can sit there. He was going to stand up during the announcement but Tom pulled him down beside him to sit down.
“Were you just going to stand there while the meeting is going on?” Tom asked Charlie who is now sitting close to him.
Charlie only shook his head; if he had answered Tom, he would’ve said that he doesn’t plan to sit next to his crush so it would make it so much harder for him to breathe or even think.
But of course, Charlie kept that all to himself.
Al started to speak out with his deep and booming voice, “Now, in two weeks time the film would start with the principal photography. The filming location would be in London, around Westminster and some other areas in West End.
“For the stunt team; I would like all of you to prepare your passports and needed documents, ahead of time, please.”
All of them nodded in agreement, then he followed, “That’s all. I think for the actors’ part, the production team has prepared your papers.”
But Charlie was a little bit confused; he wasn’t sure if he is coming to London also, because he was not sure if that was part of his contract.
“Y’all dismissed. That’s it for today.” Al declared.
All of them started to pack up the mats, but Charlie is still left with confusion.
“Tom, am I coming with you to London? I mean with the stunt team.” Charlie turned to Tom who just stood up.
“I’m not sure. I think they said that you will just train me, but you are part of the stunt team.” He replied then he held out a hand to help Charlie stand up.
“You better ask Al to clarify that.” Julian spoke up as he rolled in the mat.
Charlie didn’t said anything else and approached Al.
“Mr. Greener--” Charlie’s voice squeaked, but he cleared his throat, “Mr. Greener, can I ask you about something?”
Al stared at Charlie and said, :”Yes, Charlie, about what?”
“Am I coming with the stunt team in London? I’m not sure if that’s part of my contract or my job anymore.”
Al stood closer to Charlie, he saw how Al’s muscles glisten with sweat when the light of the afternoon sun hit his dark skin.
“You are coming with us to London, George requested that. And you’ll be part of the fight sequences in the film.”
Charlie’s eyes were wide open, he didn’t know that he would be part of the fight scenes also.
“Are you sure, sir? I mean... This means so much to me.” Charlie gasped.
Al snickered and for the first time Charlie saw him actually smile.
“You’ll do good, Charlie, I know. Just don’t be late again, understood?” Al quipped.
“Yes sir!” Charlie giddily replied.
From afar, Tom can already see that Charlie’s happiness. He wasn’t really meant to join the stunt team as he was just hired to train Tom and his contractual work will end after the training, but Tom is glad that Charlie would be able to go with them to London and that his job is extended.
Julian stood close to Tom, “Look at the kid, he’s excited.”
“I know. Charlie’s done a marvelous job, don’t you think? He deserves his contract to be extended.” Tom replied.
Charlie now walked back to them, still wearing a wide smile on his face.
“Guys! I still have a job!” He beamed at them.
“Congratulations, man.” Tom placed a hand on Charlie’s shoulder.
Julian saw how Charlie reacted, his eyes changed into a faint surprise but his smile was now sweeter rather than jubilant.
“Thank you. I thought I was out of job.” Charlie placed a hand on his chest to show his relief.
They talked for a few minutes more before going home, but Julian never took his observant eye away from Charlie.
When the three of them bid goodbye to each other, Charlie went to his bag that were placed on the shelves at the entrance of the gym.
Charlie didn’t wanted to shower there in the studio because he wanted to go home already and tell everybody the good news about his job, and then to Lily that his sort of revenge on Andy Lockley is still a go.
He already wore his sweatshirt and cap. Charlie was half-expecting for Ian to offer him a ride home, but thought that it would be embarrassing to still accept it.
I’m not going to abuse that privilege from Ian. Maybe next time. He playfully thought.
Charlie was out of the roofed gym when he felt a hand hook his elbow.
“Hey, Charlie. Are you off home? Can I talk to you for a minute?” It was Julian, and Charlie doesn’t like Julian’s tone.
“Okay.” He replied, unsure if he should’ve said that.
Julian dragged Charlie in a more obscure part of the studio, into a warehouse where no one else goes. Charlie started to get nervous and he started to think that Julian might do something bad to him, and it might be because of Gwen.
When they were at the entrance of the warehouse, Julian flashed Charlie his meanest look, like he’s doing a bad cop interrogation.
“How’s your pus? On your ass?”
“What pus?” Charlie replied, and he didn’t mean to say that out loud, but the words slipped from his mouth.
“A-ha! I fucking knew it!” Julian roared and his hands clapped loudly.
Oh shit! Charlie dreadfully thought, and now he’s panicking again.
“I knew it! You’re not really a guy, are you? And that you have your period today, that’s why the blood stain and snarky mood?” Julian taunted him.
Charlie started to come up with an alibi and he kept shaking his head, “Now let me explain--”
Julian cut him off, “You’re that girl whom Andy Lockley rejected, are you?”
For a while, Charlie was caught off guard, he wasn’t able to speak. He tried to speak out, but his mind had already been clouded with panic, he didn’t knew anymore what to tell Julian.
Charlie slowly nodded, Julian's suspicion was confirmed. He really is intuitive sometimes, Julian thought.
“Why are you doing this? And why are you flirting with Gwen?” Julian fired away the questions.
Charlie frowned, “First of all, I am not taking Gwen away from you--and as if she’s yours--I’m just doing that because you look damn hilarious when jealous.”
He breathed in to start explaining to Julian, “I’m doing this to prove a point.”
Julian guffawed and spoke, “What? That’s the lamest thing you can come up with? That’s it, that’s your reason?”
Charlie glared at Julian and then he stopped laughing,
“I know it may be stupid or lame, but I have to. Do you know the feeling when you’ve been put to shame by people who thinks that you can’t do anything? Or that you’re nothing? You’ll feel crushed; like you’ve been measured and judged accordingly, because they think that they are the best all-knowing people, ever, to exist.”
Julian’s demeanor softened when he heard that from Charlie. What he says is true, and it happens every time in Hollywood and everywhere in the show business.
“Now, I don’t what you are planning--to tell me off to Andy Lockley or to whoever the fuck you want, I don’t care. But I have to do this. And I have no other job, so... I don’t know anymore.”
Julian then looked away, feeling ashamed for making fun of Charlie’s motives.
“No. I won’t tell anyone. I thought that you disguised yourself because you like Tom and you wanted to get close to him.”
Charlie snorted, “That sounds like out of a Korean Drama series that I used to see, back when I was still in Seoul. And excuse me, I’m not into Tom.” Charlie lied at the last part.
Julian raised an eyebrow at him, “Oh really! Like I don’t see you checking him out when he’s not looking?”
Charlie shrugged, there was no hiding with Julian.
“No, no. I will assure you, you’re secret is safe with me... But I have something in mind.”
Charlie felt nervous again after Julian said that.
“What is it?”
Julian licked his lips, “Help me with Gwen. I know it may sound weird but I can’t flirt with her; I don’t know how to approach her. Whenever she’s there I just turn into a motherfucking stone.”
Charlie chuckled, with a look of disbelief on his face.
“Sure thing, dude.” Charlie clicked his tongue after
“Really?! Oh thank you so much, Charlie!” Julian was so relieved that his eyes popped with excitement.
“Charlene. My real name’s Charlene, just so you know. Can I trust you, Julian?” Charlie held out his hand to shake Julian’s.
Julian took his hand firmly, “Can do, Charlie. Can I trust you with your help?”
“I’m a woman, er, man of my word.” Charlie replied earnestly.
They were almost rivals for a time, but Charlie now found a friend in Julian. He can only pray that Julian don’t blabber away his two secrets: that he is a woman cross-dressing as a man and also his crush for Tom.
*Longganisa is a Filipino viand, sort of sweeter variant of sausage
**Champorado is Filipino breakfast/snack that is cooked with cocoa powder and sticky rice, sometimes also with coconut milk
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Do you know who wrote that one story, about the giant alien and the human being stuck, then they got sent out to buy a book and thought bad things would happen when they came back without it...I can't remember who wrote it but I'm pretty sure I read it here bc it was reblogged by you?
hey anon! At the risk of being conceited I think you might mean my own story!
It's Ian and Mikhail in the alien size shifters au
Adjustment Period
If not I don't know if I've done any other alien stuff or reblogged any.
(Also for those curious I'm still working on a story and it is actually another part of alien size shifters. It's close to done and i'm finally getting some freedom to really sit and write again)
#awkwardanswers#oc:ian#oc:Mik/Mikhail#if anyone else knows what the anon is asking for if i am off base please reply/reblog the answer
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Prompt 62??
ty anon. This reminded me of my alien au for Ian and Mikhail so they get a prompt this time! Prompt List
Meal times
Mikhail had been watching Ian closely. The small human was adapting to the ship without issue. Except for meals. It seemed as though two thirds of the meals were met with excitement. The last one was always ignored. Based on the understanding he gained once able to study the media of the planet humans ate roughly three times each day. He also found they tended to eat with others at least once a day.
It made him curious as Ian sat on the table refusing to eat. The first time it happened he assumed the prior meals were too much food. He adjusted the amounts slightly and assumed that would help. It seemed to make no change at all. Once Ian left to sleep Mikhail spent the night studying human media again.
He found a few stories of beings around his size hurting the small humans. It sickened him, hurting a being just because of their size. He made notes on things that were concerning and compared it to his own behavior. For the most part he seemed fine from what he could tell. Ian had mentioned his steps were loud, but that would need input to fix.
Mikhail found some signs to watch for the next time he ate with Ian. The goal was to find the issue and correct it. The one who would help him learn about humans and prepare contact should be comfortable. Not to mention Mikhail just wanted to make sure Ian felt like the ship was safe. After viewing human media it was easy to see Ian didn’t live what was considered a normal life. He wanted to help.
The next day he watched Ian eat. The first meal he seemed happy with the food. Mikhail noticed no hesitation in the human’s body language. He tried not to stare as he made his way around the ship. Ian seemed to avoid approaching him. As though there was danger if the two were close. He noted that behavior as something to consider for future interactions.
At the second meal Ian ate with less energy. He noticed glances sent his way. Mikhail tried to focus on his tablet instead of the human, but that didn’t change the energy level. He was developing theories at this point, most resulting in his presence as the problem. He started searching for the stories with beings his size again. Looking over what exactly happened, the traits they may share. It wasn’t easy to tell.
Finally Mikhail set down a meal for each of them. Ian was sitting at the far end of the table. Mikhail kept his eyes locked on the human. Ian seemed stiff, almost frozen this time. Rather than eating or picking at the food he just stared at it. Mikhail started to eat his own meal, noticing flinches from the human when he opened his mouth. It was clear the issue was truly his presence.
Ian tried to ignore Mik’s staring all day. The nightmare he had made it worse than normal. Those strange satin hands wrapped around him. The sharp teeth opening up in front of his face. He knew Mik wasn’t going to do that, at least he thought he knew that wouldn’t happen. Those solid eyes locked on him were making it hard to believe.
The sound of the chair moving made him jump. Mik was standing and walking, but his food wasn’t finished. Ian’s heart started racing. The steps made the table rumble as Mik came to loom over him. He tried not to shake as the shadow around him moved. Arms bigger than him were placed on the table in front of him. Mik slowly moved to rest his head on those arms. Ian could barely breathe.
“Ian,” Mik breathed. That part never needed the translator. He could always feel it rumble through him, like the bass of a song. “I guess you’re not comfortable with me eating around you.”
“Wh-what?” Ian gasped. He hadn’t expected that. Mostly he expected Mik not to notice and he’d just need to get better about it. He stared straight into the unreadable eyes trying to understand.
“I have noticed a difference in attitude towards meals when you and I eat together. I studied more human media and it seems there is a history of belief that someone of my size would be cruel to one of yours. I will eat separately after this meal so you no longer have trouble.”
Mik stood and started to walk away. Ian watched the massive alien return to his seat. There was a bit of time where Ian thought it was a test, but Mik just ate his food quickly. He stared at his own plate, knowing that his struggle was noticed and mattered was new. He closed his eyes and just listened to everything around him. Finally he forced himself to eat while sitting there with Mik.
“No, it’s ok… I just have to get used to it,” he said. He watch Mik sit up in shock. Even the solid green of his eyes seemed to change. That not right smile of sharp teeth made him feel a bit happier with his choice. He’d just have to learn to handle it, just like the earth shaking steps and the bass of his voice rumbling through his body. The satin skin when Mik came near and the arrhythmic heartbeat when he was close to the alien’s chest. Everything about Mik was clearly not human, he wasn’t like giants in fairy tales. “You’re not like those stories anyway.”
#awkwardanswers#oc:ian#oc:mik/mikhail#alien au#gt#giant/tiny#g/t#giant tiny#g/t writing#gt writing#gianttiny#gt community#g/t community
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Mutual Fears
Day 4 is size shifting so we finally get more of the brothers!!
Mutual Fears
Ian had been trying to adjust to life with Mik. Having nice furniture and seeing how careful his brother could be when huge definitely helped. He still had his nights of nightmares. A lot of times they had to do with what Mik could do. The most recent wasn’t any different. They’d been fine out borrowing when he changed suddenly and grew huge trapping him in a jar. He never knew how to talk about it with his brother, but it seemed like he wouldn’t get away with it this time.
“Ian,” Mik was knocking on the roof of his house. Having it on the nightstand seemed smart until tonight. “Are you alright? Did something break and you get hurt? Was it another nightmare?”
“I-I’m fine,” he called out. He heard his brother sigh and hoped that would be it. The knocking on the door of the house told him otherwise. He climbed out of bed and slowly made his way to the last defense he had. “R-really I’m fine, you don’t have to worry Mik.”
“I’m sorry to say the way you sound is telling me the opposite. Ian, please talk to me. It usually helps to discuss nightmares.”
Ian started to chew on his lip, but opened the door anyway. Mik was standing there still an inch or so taller. Ian couldn’t help wondering if his brother hated to be small like this. He didn’t do it unless Ian asked most of the time. It had to be annoying to be small like him. He should just get used to his brother holding him in one hand.
Mik looked concerned, he was always concerned. He was just in pajama pants, the light shirt discarded due to the heat in the house itself. He kept it warmer than needed for Ian. He stepped into the house, but Ian backed up. He saw the way Mik tensed, but he couldn’t just pretend he wasn’t worried about it.
“You don’t have to get my size to talk if you don’t want to,” Ian whispered. Mikhail sighed, he knew he should try to be small more often. Ian was probably thinking he hated it, he didn't, it just was harder at times. His emotions changed how much he could handle of certain sizes.
“Ian, I prefer to talk with you without towering if I can. Are you alright?” he asked. Ian was panicking as he spoke. The boy probably assumed it wasn’t noticeable, but his eyes were darting around and he was still hugging the blanket Mikhail had cut up for him. He stepped forward placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Do you want me to stay in here tonight?”
“No!” Ian backed away as though he’d been burned. Mikhail stared at his hand unsure what he’d done wrong. An awful possibility popped into his head and he stepped back on his own from his brother.
“Ian… was I in your nightmare?” He looked at Ian desperate for a no. Unfortunately, a small nod made him feel awful. “What did I do?”
“You um,” Ian was fiddling with the blanket. He sat on the ground trying to look smaller than he was. He couldn’t make himself any smaller. At least he never had been able to the few times he tried. “We were on a borrowing trip and you… you suddenly got really big and put me in a jar.”
Mik’s eyes widened and Ian wanted to disappear. It was just a nightmare. He knew Mik would never do that, but it wasn’t easy to forget everything. He held the blanket tighter, he wished he could hide under it for real now. It isn’t big enough anymore, even though the rest of the blanket was out in the house. He knew Mik would be mad at him for waking him up yelling over something impossible.
“I’ve had nightmares like that too,” Mik said. Ian nearly dropped the blanket while staring at him. It didn’t sound real. Mik could be big, he didn’t have to worry about that. “I’ve had dreams that I can’t get big again and someone finds me and traps me. That I couldn’t keep you out of someone’s grasp. I’ve even hidden from my Aunt for days because I thought she’d trap me when I got stuck small after first moving in with her.”
“But you said she’s nice. She kept you safe, why would you think that?” Ian asked. He stepped forward sitting down across from his brother. He thought he was alone having nightmares about something someone he knew would never do things like that.
“I know she’s safe, but it’s not easy to feel like someone so much bigger won’t hurt you. Can I help at all? Those kinds of nightmares aren’t easy to get over.” Ian shook his head. He didn’t have any idea how to fix the way he felt. He was terrified of it happening, but more terrified when they were both small. Someone could get them.
“Can I sleep with you? Your heartbeat usually helps me sleep…”
Ian hadn’t planned to ask that. The words just slipped out as he wrapped himself with the blanket. He was about to backtrack, but Mik nodded and walked out of the house. He watched as his brother started to climb off the nightstand. He waited for the face he knew to grow over the edge and tower over him. Seeing Mik’s green eyes staring at him as he grew felt somehow safe.
A hand came to rest in front of the door. Ian had a bit of hesitation, but still climbed onto the palm of his brother. It felt nice to have a hand that would keep him safe like this. He sat down as Mik brought his hand up to his chest. Mik cupped his hand close as he curled up on his bed. Herested on his side, letting Ian slide off his hand and onto the bed. Then he started to get smaller.
“What are you doing?” he asked. Mik kept getting smaller until he was only about twice the size of a borrower.
“I thought this might be better tonight,” his brother said. Ian felt like crying, he never even thought of this as an option. Mik was the best family he could have found. He was so happy Mik found out about him and got him away from the bad human before.
“It helps… thanks Mik.”
“Anytime Ian.”
#gt#giant/tiny#g/t#giant tiny#g/t writing#gt writing#gianttiny#g/t community#gt community#gtjuly#GTJuly2022#day 4 sizeshifting#OC:Ian#OC:Mik/Mikhail
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Could you do 31 with ian and Mikhail?
hey anon!! Ty for the ask and hope you like what I wrote up!! Prompt List
At Season's Change
Mikhail had been growing steadily more worried. Ian hadn’t been around the entire day. It wasn’t unusual, but with seasons changing it kept him nervous. Entrances for borrowers from the outside of the house meant an entrance for a number of dangers to them. He started to pace the house, hoping to find Ian just doing something somewhere he hadn’t looked.
As his nerves grew worse he started to shift just a few inches taller. Enough to get the changes that would help him find his brother if he was in danger. That didn’t help at all, instead telling him how long Ian hadn’t been in most of the house. The only place that Ian had been to recently was the room they shared.
“Ian,” he called out. Silence. He wasn’t getting anywhere like this and he wasn’t Ian’s keeper. His brother was enough of an adult to go off on his own. He couldn’t calm himself down as it was. “I’m going to the store for a few minutes! I’ll be back soon.”
Mikhail had no way to know Ian heard him. It was always better to assume it had carried than wait for an answer though. He knew from his own times at borrower size human voices carried more than anyone cared to consider. He didn’t like to think about the sleepless nights when he’d gone into the walls of one house or another.
He put on his jacket, slipped on his gloves, and grabbed his keys as he took one last lap around the house. Still no sign of his brother, and no answer about him leaving. He formed a tight fist around his keys, he’d just check the walls when he got back. He wouldn’t even let Ian see him unless there was trouble. He took slow heavy steps back towards his front door.
Mikhail was trying not to consider that Ian had gotten scared again. He knew that his brother’s past made it hard to trust. He didn’t expect the fear of betrayal to disappear even when things seemed to go well. It just hurt to consider there were times Ian couldn’t even bring himself to leave a sign he was doing fine. Especially now.
He’d been strict in teaching Ian about the dangers during a season change. The things that look for ways into human homes grow and the danger gets worse. All the entrances should be sealed unless absolutely necessary until the weather settled. He had planned to go over sealing the entrances with Ian in a few days, but his nerves proved it would be as soon as his brother came out of hiding.
As soon as he pulled open the door he froze. Staring up at him, shivering, was his brother. He kept his movements slower than normal as he kneeled in front of him. Mikhail had a million things rush through his mind, but the clearly freezing Ian in front of him kept him quiet.
“What…” he tried. Ian pulled the coat he had on from in front of his face. With the subtle shift he’d made he could see the blue on his brother's lips. His pale skin seemed to match the frigid wind.
“I-I-I wa-was s-sealing the entrances a-and got l-locked out,” Ian said through chattering teeth. Mikhail quickly brought his hands down, circling them around his brother. “I-I wa-wasn’t s-sure h-how to g-get back i-in.”
“We’ll need to make sure that can’t happen again.” He started to bring his hands closer, pausing to consider the gloves he wore. He pulled away and tore them off.
“I-I f-figured y-you’d g-go o-out th-this w-way e-eventually.” Mikhail carefully surrounded Ian with his fingers. He then put his other hand flat in front of his brother.
“Let’s go back inside.” Ian nodded and set his palms onto Mikhail’s. He flinched, knocking the borrower forward. “Geez, your skin is like ice!”
Ian didn’t respond. He climbed on quickly, grateful for the warmth. He curled up once he reached the center. Mik’s fingers covered him, blocking out the cold air. It was easy to relax like this. It only hit him more how tired he was. As his brother stood he started to doze off. The next thing he knew large fingers were poking at him, ones larger than a human’s. He groaned, rolling away to try and go back to sleep.
“Don’t go to sleep yet,” Mik’s deep voice shook him out of his stupor. He sleepily looked up at his brother, worry seeped from his eyes. ”Just in case, stay awake for a few hours. Until you warm up at least.”
“C-can we h-have hot ch-chocolate?” he whispered. Mik laughed and held him close to his thumping heart.
“Of course, I’ll make some now. Just keep talking so you stay awake.”
#awkwardanswers#oc:mik/mikhail#oc:ian#gt#giant/tiny#g/t#giant tiny#g/t writing#gt writing#gianttiny#gt community#g/t community#ty for asking about my boys
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Ooooo idea:
The rumors of the dreams that connect borrowers to their loved one is still true but they mistranslated it into thinking it’s only romantic love - it could be familial and friendial (?) love! So Ian and Mik could have one since they secretly are yearning for a brotherly connection so magic poofs them a landline to each other
ok i got distracted again by other things lol. Time to respond!!
Honestly this sounds like a really good idea. I have some ideas for again maybe why they're different. Since I did plan for it to include QPR and other relationships (Caprice in Melody and Kyrie's dreaming of soul mates story doesn't have one cause currently I don't have anything for him planned like that. Of course if I change then he'll change too.)
Imma do a little dump of my current lore considerations so I'll actually put it under a readmore this time :D
So this actually started something for me that I'd already considered.
I was thinking sort of about kids in this au and how since it's not always common for borrowers to be able to meet how they survive. Plus the pain and phantom feelings left behind from the dreams.
My thoughts on this became well... they can have kids. The dream is a special space that's almost physical. Just enough that it's harder, but two people capable of it can wind up having one get pregnant. It's just rare enough borrowers don't talk about it. Usually there's such a push to 'keep borrowers alive' perfect partners than can have kids will seek each other out.
So going with this let's just sayyyy Mikhail's father was a borrower, his mother a human. Father is aware the mother is human, doesn't care. Has been planning to go find her. She isn't completely sure these dreams are real, but she loves the man she met in them...
Then she's pregnant. Father finally says where he is, things are rough when she realizes the dreams are real and he fits in her hand. Terrified about their own child. Considers all the options together they decide to make this work.
Mikhail is born human size. His mother's sister is the only one aware, only other human that has met Mikhail's father. During the first night Mikhail is home after being born. He shrinks down to the size of a borrower baby. They realize the risks involved.
Same kind of background to his usual size shifter universe. Something goes wrong his parents die in a fire, as best he can remember he thinks his size shifting is how they died. (fun fact in both it isn't his fault at all. They nearly survived because of him, but his energy ran out and they protected his borrower sized body at the end cause their son)
So all of this to say, what happens to a half borrower that should have these dreams? Well... they don't function entirely the same. Now it connects to more bonds than it's supposed to. Not unheard of. Those borrowers Kaya learned about in the first story that used stairs to avoid climbing had dreams like that. The side effect of being half human; a sturdier body and heavier build. More effort to climb that copying human stairs made more sense.
All of this now comes to where Mikhail should have the dreams. Of course his aunt knows about them, but Mikhail hasn't shown interest in anyone his whole life so she doesn't think to bring it up. Suddenly he's having conversations in his dreams with someone who has some similar experiences. The longer they talk the more he feels a bond... feels this new person is almost like a brother.
All until a borrower that he'd known was in his house gets stuck and there he finds the brother he dreamed up. The one he thought was a pure figment of his imagination. Only there's Ian scared and begging for his life from the evil 'human'.
ok I went off but you gave me ideas and lemme talk about something I was already playing with. Even sorta hinted at with the borrowers that aren't built as light as Mira and Kaya :D
#awkwardanswers#gt#g/t#oc:Ian#Oc:Mik/Mikhail#smolcomfycat#sorry this took a while#games are distracting also holiday lol#i called my free time too soon haha#but yes the answer and my ideas of why and how they're different
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First Day In A New Home
day 17 First Meet:
Ian gets to head into his new home with his foster parents. He's a bit nervous about it being giants after his step dad.
TW: Mentions of physical abuse
First Day In A New Home
Ian grimaced as the car started to enter the giant neighborhood. It was bad enough having a crappy step dad, giant foster parents were going to be awful. He hugged his bruised chest imagining the way they’d ignore if he was hurt like his old ‘friends’. At least one of them finally cared when he winced as they grabbed him. Although thanks to them he wasn’t with his mom anymore either. He didn’t know whether to be happy or not.
“Vitus and Dabria have been amazing with their kids, adopted them even,” the woman driving said. Ian didn’t care, he’d fight if they tried to adopt him. He wanted to go back to his mom eventually, she needed him. He just had to get through four years of this stupid system. “Here we are!”
“Great,” he said. She gave him a look, but he didn’t care. If she wanted him happy to get ignored by his guardians it wasn’t going to happen. She hopped out of the car and started checking her watch. “You can just go, I can get to the door on my own.”
“Well, I’ll be calling in an hour to make sure you’ve gotten there so don’t run off!” He just nodded as she climbed back into the car. She almost rushed off before Ian grabbed his stuff. All the keepsakes his mom hid from his step dad. The only things he wouldn’t let them send ahead.
He stared up the path to the huge door. The giants would probably just say he’d shown up when he hadn’t to avoid a problem. He could probably run off now, but he didn’t have anything he’d need to survive. He grimaced, but started up the small slope to the door. He was a bit shocked to find a doorbell at human height. He had been positive he’d have to try shouting or just wait until they decided to check. He pressed the button and realized he made a horrible mistake.
Tremors that knocked him off his feet came close. The sound of the bell hadn’t even stopped yet. He stared at the door, it would open out and smack into him. He still had to recover from the last time his step dad needed ‘stress relief’. He squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the inevitable pain. He yelped when cool air washed over him.
“Oh, I’m sorry I was so excited to meet you I didn’t soften my steps,” a warm voice said. He slowly opened his eyes and stared into rubies. The giant woman leaned forward and her ebony hair blocked Ian from sight. He was trapped as she reached down to him. He tensed for the fingers to grip him, but the hand rested next to him instead. “You are Ian, right?”
“Uh, y-yes I am,” he said. He climbed to his feet and just stared at the hand near him. He didn’t know what she expected. He just stepped back to try and look into her eyes again.
“Oh, would you rather walk on your own? That’s fine.” He noticed a shift in her expression that made him nervous, he planted his hands on her skin before she could pull away.
“N-no, it’s fine.”
He pulled himself onto her palm and turned back to grab his bag. Her other hand had already appeared and pinched it between two fingers. His face fell, his things would probably be crushed now. The huge fingers came to a stop just next to him and she put his bag down. She was shocked to see it in perfect condition. He grabbed it and pulled it close, preferring not to risk another close call.
The hand underneath him tensed. He watched the huge fingers curl up over his head. He wasn’t used to being held like this. His old friends would just grab him when they were walking around. The hand was brought higher and higher as she stood to her full height. He gasped as she cupped her hand to her chest. He could hear her heart as she turned and let the door shut behind them. It was a lot quieter than he usually heard doors in giant homes.
“It’s nice to meet you Ian, I’m Dabria,” she started. “We have most of what you could need set up on this floor. If we’re missing anything just let us know.”
“Sure,” he answered.
Dabria continued taking him through the house. She pointed up the stairs explaining that's where she and her husband slept. She was bigger than any giant he’d seen so far, he didn’t want to see the husband anytime soon. She talked about offices for them on this floor so they could work where it was easier to be reached. Ian just nodded along, it wasn’t like it meant much to him.
“This is the giant room we have set up where you can stay if you want,” she said.
He frowned. She would probably drop him on the bed and he’d have to risk getting hurt to get down. He didn’t say anything and waited. She opened the door and held her hand away from her chest. He tried not to groan as her fingers flattened. He was left in shock by what he found.
“Currently Rhys and Ash are using the small spaces towards the back of the room. We set one up for you here,” she explained. He stared in awe at the small area they made for him. It was almost empty except for a bed. None of his things they sent ahead were there. “We had the others put your things in the human size rooms though. If you’d rather stay here just let us know and we’ll move everything over.”
He didn’t get a chance to ask questions before her hand was pulled close to her heart again. She walked out of the room and into their living room. He sighed, the human rooms were here so they could keep an eye on them probably. As her fingers flattened out again he almost screamed seeing the other giant in the room.
He couldn’t see the face of the giant, but he had white hair tied back just by his neck. Ian was terrified for the man to turn and face them, he looked tense. He wasn’t ready for angry giants, he couldn’t be sure they weren’t like his step dad. The man started to stand and Dabria took a step closer.
“Vitus, is everything ready?” Dabria asked.
Vitus turned and emerald eyes were locked on Ian instantly. He panicked at the stern look of the other giant. He took a step towards them, he didn’t want to imagine what this one would be like when he was on the ground. The giant offered a hand and Ian wanted to refuse, but knew he wouldn’t get much of a say. He walked off of Dabria’s palm and into Vitus’s, clutching his suitcase tightly.
The rougher hand let him walk a bit easier. He made it to the center quickly before sitting down. He didn’t want to fall on his face while the hand moved. The fingers around him curled up and he shuddered. He was brought close to those piercing eyes and waited. This is where he finds out how ignored he gets or if he’s getting a giant version of his step dad.
“It’s nice to meet you Ian, Rhys and I were making sure everything was set up for you,” Vitus whispered. The hand he was on started moving and he was shown a small human size living room. It looked almost identical to the one the giants were standing in. “The door to your room has your name on it. There’s a buzzer there that lets us know if you need us.”
A finger was held in front of his face and he followed it to a button on the wall. It was the first time he noticed the weird bracelet that was on Vitus’s wrist. He’d seen them before, his friends’ parents had them for when humans stayed over. They never actually wore them though. He absentmindedly reached out to it. Vitus just smiled at him, the giant seemed a lot nicer than Ian first thought.
He carefully climbed off the rough palm. He expected Vitus to stop him and decide this was a joke. Instead he made it to the small living room and looked around. He found a few doors with names, but one that had his. He made his way over and opened the door. He expected it to be just as empty as the spot in the giant room.
He found the room filled with his things. It had new stuff too. The bed had new clothes, a new phone, even a new suitcase on it. The room had its own television, and shelves he could put all the things he kept close on display. He looked out the door and the two giants had moved from the opening. It felt like they paid close attention to everything he’d sent over. He took a few more steps inside and noticed a tablet sitting on the desk too.
He didn’t get to look at it before a salmon haired man had walked into the room. He walked up and stared into Ian’s eyes. The pink color made him think the man wore contacts. The man placed his hands on Ian’s shoulders and wore a somber expression. Ian tensed, this had to be where he got some awful truth about these people.
“I’m sorry to say you have an awful sibling now, Ash is a stick in the mud and doesn’t want-” the man started. A hand came out of nowhere and smacked the back of the pink haired man’s head. Ian looked up at the taller person who’d followed the other in.
“Rhys, don’t scare him. I’m Ash, it's nice to meet you,” they said. They held a hand out and Ian took it shakily. They seemed to frown at him and he didn’t know why. They looked like they were going to say something else, but Rhys pushed them away a bit.
“Come on, you’re just mad cause I ruined your time hanging out in your room with Alessia. What did mom and dad say again? Not until you’ve moved out?”
“Rhys if you mention they were in my room I’m telling them about the way your tv actually broke,” a feminine voice said. He was shocked by how authoritative she sounded when she was so much shorter than all of them. She had almost blue hair and brown eyes.
“I give, I give,” Rhys backed further into Ian’s room and away from the three. Ian just sighed, it looked like he’d been brought into a place easy to be forgotten about. “So Ian, excited to try living with giants? You know the stories are true, they stomp around and are always loud and-”
“Rhys!” Ian’s eyes had gone wide as Rhys spoke. He hadn’t heard any stories, but he didn’t want that world again. Loud, stomping, and angry was the worst thing he could get from this. He hugged his sides, the healing bruises flaring in pain. Arms slowly wrapped around him, but he didn’t want to see who would hurt him.
“Hey,” it was Alessia. He could maybe fight her off. “Rhys is being an idiot, that’s not going to be how things go here. They’re quiet and nice, I’ve heard Vitus raise his voice once because he thought someone was in trouble. I mean they let me stay here just cause I was dating one of their kids and my parents were moving.”
He didn’t believe her. It would be easy enough to tell a lie, but he wanted to lean into the hug. He hadn’t been held in a long time and it felt nice. Another hand touched his shoulder and he jumped. He snapped his head towards the person, finding Rhys looking guilty. Alessia might not be lying after all.
“I’m sorry, Ian. It was a bad joke. There’s been other kids in and out who always come in talking about the stories. I was just kidding, really. Mom and dad are good people,” Rhys said. His voice sounded different, more sincere. Ash put a hand on his head and ruffled his hair. Their hands were big, bigger than his step dad’s.
It took a while, but once he calmed down the four talked for a while. Dabria came in with some food for them. He was shocked it was actual human sized food and not pieces of giant food. That’s what he got when he ate over his old friends’ houses. He was going to ask about the extra dish, but Rhys ran up and grabbed two. He looked up at Dabria’s face before going to a door Ian hadn’t even noticed.
He tried to watch what Rhys was doing, but Ash and Alessia tried to distract him. All he managed to see was the name on the door, Mira. Rhys came back out and joined the rest of them with one of the plates. The other person made him nervous, they must be hiding for a reason. He didn’t know how to find out more though.
It got late enough the other three nearly pushed him into the room with his name. It felt weird to have a room like this. It had so many things, the tablet on the desk was blinking. He walked over and sat down to look at the thing. It was locked with his birthday, he laughed at that. He put in the code and found a note from Vitus staring at him.
It wasn’t long, so he figured he’d read it then rather than waiting for the next day. It was more normal than he expected, just welcoming him to their family. It listed rules, curfews and stuff like that. Then it got a bit more direct. It mentioned how he knew that Ian hadn’t gotten help he needed before and Vitus wouldn’t let that happen again. The tablet had an app that attached to that weird bracelet, he could reach either of them any time. They even made it so he could specify who he was calling.
He blinked as tears hit the screen. He hadn’t felt that seen in a long time. He tried to wipe his eyes dry, but the tears wouldn’t stop. The letter didn’t have much more, just that they knew he’d been hurt before coming there and would leave him bandages in the morning. He locked the tablet and brought it with him to the bed. He curled up not expecting to find people who cared that much about him.
The next morning he was aching. He thought for sure the day before was a dream, but the tablet was still in his hands. He unlocked it again smiling at an update that the others all went out, but the bandages were there. It seemed like these people weren’t going to risk him being forgotten. He started to change, but left his shirt off to go grab the bandages. He tried to start treating it, but a scream distracted him.
“No, no, no,” the girl was shaking her head. Her lavender hair looked like a tangled mess and her pink eyes were looking through him. “Th-they started too. W-we need to get away. I…”
She ran over and grabbed him. Her hands were thin and she was shaking. She started to pull him towards the open door. It took him a minute to realize it was the one Rhys slipped into the night before. He grabbed her hand, but that seemed to make her worse. She started trying harder to drag him along. He scooped up what he could of the bandages before following her to the room.
She slammed the door and started pacing around. She kept muttering about a way out. Not letting it be dark again. He took in the room, it had nightlights in every plug and a pretty intense computer setup. He didn’t know what was going through her head, but he didn’t like how terrified she was.
“You’re Mira right?” he asked. She jumped and seemed to see him for the first time. She took a step back from him, like he was the danger now. “I’m Ian, I, uh, just got here last night. I guess you weren’t up for meeting people?”
“Y-you.. They took you. They hurt you. They’re trapping us. We need to go, run. The others. Where are they!?” she shouted. Ian did the first thing he thought of and approached her. He grabbed her hands and looked into her eyes.
“No one who lives in this house hurt me. These are from another human. Can you help me treat them?” He let her hands go and waited for her to respond.
She reached out and touched one of his bruises. Even if her hands were small it was clear she saw it wasn’t a bruise from a finger. She nodded and brought him over to her bed. She took the bandages he’d dropped and started to wrap his sides. It felt nice to actually take care of what that guy did to him. They sat in silence for a long time once she finished.
“You have a cool computer, do you play anything?” he asked. She looked at him with wide eyes and nodded. She went over and pulled up a game he had tried once or twice. She held out a controller to him and he smiled. “Co-op sounds fun.”
They were there for hours and she eventually managed to calm down. He left at one point to grab his shirt, he grabbed the tablet too just in case. She even said he should leave the door open. He heard the noise of others coming into the house. She leaned into him when the sound of the giant door opened. She was terrified of them, but lived here anyway. There had to be something good about this place.
He used the tablet to send a message like Vitus had sent him. Just saying he was with Mira. A few seconds after Rhys poked his head in and sat on the floor with them. Ash and Alessia joined too, but left after an hour. This family didn’t seem too bad, he could stay here for a while. He looked down at Mira who was still laying against him. He kind of liked feeling relied on too.
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First Contact
day 27 communication. Tbh this is not big on the gt yet. It's a bit of a starter for an au i was working on before it. so more Mikhail and Ian
First Contact
Mikhail ran through his list one last time. He had the disguise set to look like the most populous and seemingly intelligent species. If they were intelligent he had to try and befriend one to bring them back and make a translator. From the preliminary scans there were multiple languages, but a translator for at least one would help. Of course he’d need to also make one for the one he befriends, he can’t make himself speak the languages that easily. He hoped they were actually intelligent this time, the last time was informative yet disappointing.
He put the list down and set his ship to land in an area that seemed mostly ignored. For the last few cycles of the planet he observed the bipedal species avoided the dense area of vegetation. It would be the best for him, it also appeared to be full of large vegetation that matched his maximum height. He could only assume this species was similar to his own or they had need of such large vegetation. As the ship started on its course, he stepped into the machine to set up his disguise. Hopefully this is as simple as it appears.
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Ian wasn’t happy with how things turned out, but it was better than nothing. He had just enough money for a tent and some supplies and no one would show up out here. He just needed to get himself calm enough to handle crowds of people again. Then he’d go find a better place to live, or maybe a job at least. He wanted to pretend it was easy, but he knew from his parents it wouldn’t be. His life wasn’t easy while they were alive either.
He read over the note from the last person who seemed to care. A promise that they’ll help him and in the worst case he can come by to get cleaned up before interviews. It was the best they could do once he turned eighteen. He sighed, crawling into the tent and laying on the ground. It was kind of comfortable at least. He just wanted to figure everything out before trying to be around people again. He’s too nervous to say much once he sees someone’s eyes just staring at him.
“It would be nice if this helps,” he said. He just couldn’t handle loud voices or sudden touch, it had made the place he’d been staying before hard enough. He heard the sound of something rustling nearby and jumped up. “Who’s there?!”
He grabbed a bat he thought would be a good defense as he slipped out of the tent. He looked around for the signs of where the rustling had come from. He was probably overreacting to a wild animal coming to investigate. He didn’t move until the rustling sounded again and he took a step closer. He jumped back as the rustling continued and he saw something coming out.
He held the bat up as a person walked into his campsite and just looked around. He tried to talk, but he couldn’t get the words out as those green eyes locked onto his own blue. He tried to hold his ground as the strange person tilted their head and came closer. If he looked intimidating enough they’d leave and he’d be fine. He tried to scowl and ready the bat, but the strange person just looked at it without concern.
The stranger spoke and it wasn’t any language Ian ever heard. He immediately felt like an idiot. This was probably just a lost tourist who wanted to see the ‘tallest forest in the state’. Ian lowered the bat and just pointed in the direction of town. That should be enough for them to leave and he could go back to his brooding. He probably shouldn’t be happy to call it brooding, but that is what he was doing. The stranger looked behind them then just pointed like he was in the opposite direction.
“What?” he asked. The stranger nodded at his voice which made no sense. Then stepped closer, he widened his eyes. The stranger walked closer again and Ian stiffened.
“Do you live here?” the stranger spoke again.
“Look, the town is that way, have fun.” He pointed in the direction a few times and decided to turn away. It would probably be faster to not have to deal with this creep if he ignored them. He felt a hand grabbing his arm and swung out without thinking. The stranger grabbed the bat as it came around like it was nothing. “...what the fuck?”
“Do you not have contact like this here?”
Ian pulled his arm from the grip of the stranger and backed away again. The stranger stopped any approach just sitting down in front of him. This was weird, he didn’t know how to treat this guy. He wanted to leave, but his tent was already set up and that would mean no shelter. The stranger stared at him with a tilted head and he sighed again. He decided to sit down across from the weird person, he still had his bat at least. The stranger started to make a weird noise. He wanted to know what language this was, it definitely wasn’t from any language he heard growing.
“Mikhail,” the stranger said. Ian wasn’t getting much out of it, mik at best. He looked at the person quizzically. This time they pressed their hands to their chest. “Mikhail.”
“Are you telling me your name?” he asked. The stranger just looked at him with wide eyes. He pointed at the stranger and decided he’d give it a shot. “Mik?”
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Mikhail wasn’t sure what this species was saying. They could speak which was good, but seemed almost hostile. He decided to try placating them, but it backfired quickly. This species must not view touch as his own does. He decided to try getting his name across. The species seemed to garner half of it. That was a start he nodded as they repeated the first half of his name.
“Yes, I’m Mikhail,” Mikhail said, pressing his hands to his chest. He tried to emphasize his name, but the facial expression seemed similar to the confusion shown by his own kind. He pointed to the other person. “You are?”
“Mik,” they said and pointed at him again. They got that much, but he wanted their name. They pressed their hand to their chest and gave him an almost fearful look. “Ian.”
The native species repeated the combination a few times pointing back and forth. It seemed the ways of speech weren’t too varied between their species, although his own had some extra sounds is the best he could guess. He needed to befriend this one and bring them back so he could make translators for at least the two of them. Then they could communicate and he could make real progress. He didn’t like that someone who appeared to be young of the species was living out here while there were normal dwellings close by, either.
“Ian,” he finally mimicked while pointing at the native species. They nodded and Mikhail chose to repeat the actions they’d done, pointing at himself. “Mik.” Then back to the other, “Ian.”
“Cool we know each other’s names, that doesn’t do shit.” The human started to roll the object he’d waved before in their hands. It was a strange greeting if that’s what it was, although Mikhail had a feeling it was a fear response. He didn’t quite know how to befriend them. There was clearly a higher level of thought, food isn’t how to do it. Mikhail pulled out his local computer to see what he could find. This brought the other’s attention back to him. “Is that some weird knock off tablet or something?”
Mikhail sighed, this lack of understanding was not going to get better. He took some notes on the general form of the species now that he was in person. They are significantly smaller than most of his own which would make learning anything hard without communication. He listened as the being seemed to mumble to themself, there had to be more similarities in their language. He was catching bits of sounds that didn’t make sense to him. Half of the words sounded fake or made up, but that wasn’t how he should view other languages he knew better. He had to be wrong about the way it sounded, maybe they had sounds that didn’t exist for him. What kind of word was fuck, there had to be something more to it. This language was clearly more difficult than he thought.
The being finally chose to sit as well and just watched him. He wasn’t sure what to do so he stared back. This didn’t appear to be the right response as the other turned away rather quickly. It followed with a look that he hoped wasn’t threatening. The other stood again, grabbing the stick thing that they’d tried to attack with. He took a calm breath, even at this size it can’t hurt him much. The other just moved the stick into the cloth that had been set up near one of the local flora. It wasn’t a common setting looking around, this had to be something the other brought here.
The other sat again, he should be using their name. Ian sat again. It was nice to know their species seemed to have similar names, at least from what could be understood. Ian seemed to play with their hands, it made him curious. He watched the actions closely, unable to find a meaning in the seemingly endless movement. He wanted to try saying something again, but single words weren’t going to make any progress. He started to search the history of meetings with other species. At least one had to have something that could be a display of peace here too.
“So you’re just going to watch me all day?” Ian asked. At least, he thought it was a question there was a curious lilt. He noted that despite being obviously pointless they chose to continue attempting communication. “Well if you’re a murderer I don’t have a ton of options, you’d probably just catch me as I ran back to town. If you’re not you’ll probably leave anyway… Where are you from anyway?”
Mikhail tilted his head, that was a lot of speech. There wasn’t anything he could even grasp although the tone seemed resigned. He almost wanted to do what some of the teachers used to suggest and just grab the smaller species. It would make getting translators easier, but they’d already decided that hurts attempts to form relationships. He shivered at the idea of how he’d seem to Ian. He had been this size many times on his home planet, but he knew the people around him were safe.
“Are you cold?” Ian said. Mikhail noted a change in their face now. He didn’t recognize that facial expression, but the tone sounded possibly kind. “I guess you are dressed pretty lightly…”
“Why do you keep speaking?” Mikhail found himself asking. He knew how foolish it was, but maybe there was something that this species could communicate in just the sounds. Ian made another face then sighed. They stood and walked into the fabric against the flora. It did look to be a decent enough shelter, that could be its purpose. When Ian returned they had a new bit of fabric that they threw at him.
“There, I bought some extras. I have no clue if you get any of this but it should help.” Mikhail studied Ian for a moment before looking at the fabric that had landed in his lap. He lifted it and the fabric appeared to be just a long piece. He wasn’t sure what the purpose was, a peace offering perhaps. Ian watched him before going in and out, returning with a fabric piece that looked less nice. “Blanket. Blanket…”
Mikhail played with the large fabric. It could be a warning, the species could potentially get larger. That would make things easier, showing a similar ability would be a potential camaraderie. Ian instead continued the word multiple times and then wrapped the cloth around themself. Mikhail’s eyes widened and he mimicked the form. It felt nice, they didn’t do this with fabrics on his planet. They could much more easily regulate temperature with size changes and their technology. This didn’t seem like a bad idea though, he liked it.
He sat there taking in the habits of Ian until the star of this planet began to set. It bothered him that he wouldn’t be able to observe any habits that occur without light. He slowly climbed to his feet, ignoring the tell tale tight feeling of his time running out. He stretched, mimicking ones he noticed Ian do a few times in the period he was observing them. He then gathered the fabric and held it out to return it. The experience was nice, he’d need to suggest using fabric this way at home. Ian looked at him oddly.
“Dude, I don’t want it back,” Ian said. Mikhail frowned, the speaking regardless of understanding still felt odd. He offered the fabric again, but Ian just pushed his hand away. “Keep it.”
“Do I need to speak for you to be willing to retrieve your fabric?” he asked. Ian sighed before standing and pointing at the fabric they’d let fall to the ground.
“Ian’s.” Mikhail nodded, they had discussed names although he didn’t think the fabric shared the other’s name. Ian then grabbed the fabric around Mikhail’s hand and pushed it towards him. “Mik’s.”
Mikhail widened his eyes. The fabric was meant to be a gift? Mikhail pulled the fabric closer again and examined it. That wasn’t expected, he wished he could ask what gifts meant for their species. Mikhail nodded and Ian seemed happy sitting down and continuing to make odd shapes on what he assumed were disposable writing platforms. Mikhail carefully folded the fabric back to the odd square it was when he’d received it. He proceeded to start his return to his spot to figure out his leaving procedures. He didn’t want to offend Ian.
“I hope that attempt means you’re leaving so bye I guess,” Ian spoke up.
Mikhail tilted his head as he watched them move their hand back and forth. Mikhail had to remember that was the leaving procedure and add a note to planet customs. He lifted his arm and mimicked the movement, getting a curious glance from Ian. He still took this as the proper way to leave and started on his way back to his ship. It would be best to note everything more clearly once he was at his more comfortable size. That stretching almost made him break his disguise there. He’d need to be careful next time.
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Ian waited about ten minutes after the weird guy left to climb in his tent. He sat hugging the bat and waiting for the footsteps to come back. He didn’t even know when he fell asleep, but it wasn’t restful. As he opened his eyes he started to feel shocked he was even alive. He was convinced that guy was going to be some weird serial killer hiding out in the woods. Although he might seem that way too.
He stretched and slipped out of the tent relieved to find himself alone. He liked being alone, he could get things done that way. He started up his small fire and got to making a quick breakfast, he’d need to get a job at some point. He just managed to make some crappy oatmeal, but it was a meal. He had to come up with a better plan at this point. He almost wanted Mik to show up again just to not have to deal with his own thoughts.
“I guess I’ll just get to studying for now,” he sighed. He pulled out a book from the tent and just started working through the problems in it. He jumped when he heard rustling again and glared at the sound. He waited for only a few seconds before more sounded. “Mik?”
When the tall stranger popped out of the bushes he was relieved. He was expecting the other to be covered in blood or showing up with some weird mystery meat. Instead Mik just slipped out of the bushes and gave him a decent bit of space as they returned to the spot they used yesterday. They still had the blanket with them, at least they seemed to like it. He sighed again, maybe company wasn’t the best idea.
“Are you still going to be confusing today?” he asked. Mik just tilted their head, he should have known that would happen.
Ian resigned himself to the workbooks again. He could barely hear the tapping of nails against the screen of Mik’s tablet thing. It didn’t look like one he’d ever seen before. He tried to ignore the curiosity gnawing at him. He almost wanted to go to the library and try looking up different languages to see what Mik spoke. He shivered at the idea of the crowd, he could just get up earlier tomorrow. He didn’t know how long he continued in silence before something was thrown at him.
He leaned back in time for it to hit his chest, glaring up at Mik. He found hopeful eyes staring back at him. He looked at what had been thrown at him and it looked like a small blue box. He picked it up slowly, waiting for the response that revealed this was a trick. Mik just kept watching as he picked the object up. Once he opened it he was even more confused. It was a really small blanket or maybe a small towel. He pulled it out and the thing almost exploded.
He fell back as the tight folding came undone. He felt it start to settle on him, much heavier than anything he’d felt before and panicked. Is this how the creep would kill him? A weird weighted blanket attack? Before he lost his mind completely the fabric was pulled off him and he stayed laying their panting. The stranger’s face hovered over him and he felt betrayed by the worry, this guy was supposed to be a psycho killer. He sat up slowly, barely registering the feeling of hands guiding him. He didn’t hate it as much today for some reason.
“Ian’s,” Mik said. Ian looked at him confused before noticing the strange square had unfolded into a much nicer tent. He climbed to his feet slowly and approached the structure. He cast another glance back at Mik, the smile almost blinding. “Ian’s!”
“Did you make this for me?” he asked.
Of course the stranger didn’t understand or answer, but he was caring less. He approached the weird tent and felt the now solid plastic. He gave a hard push and it didn’t move. If Mik had just left him under it he actually would have died. He looked back at the strange person, a new feeling hitting him. He was actually thankful, most other people in his life probably would have left him to suffer for his mistake. Mik came closer and touched the plastic a bit away from Ian, the door he hadn’t noticed opening to his touch.
“Ian’s?” Mik asked, tilting his head.
He took a deep breath before nodding and walking into the weird plastic. The place was like a small home more than just a tent. There was a bed with no blanket, so a little weird, and what looked like a weird stove. He just sort of stumbled around the area that seemed too big before Mik walked around, they waited for Ian to approach before doing certain things. First they seemed to show how to make the heat work, Ian’s guess on a weird stove was right. It would make food a lot easier. Mik reached for his hand, pulling back quickly, no one else usually tried to respect his distaste for touch.
Mik settled for taking steps then turning to stare at him. He followed like he assumed they wanted and found another room. This thing was in a box that was able to fit in his hand. This was some weird hyper advanced tech. This room looked like a bathroom at least so it would be easy to use, and make life out here easier. This didn’t make sense. He turned to look at Mik who was excitedly playing with different things to show off how they work.
“Why? What do you get showing me your weird tech? Are you planning to blackmail me or trap me or something?” he asked. Mik just tilted their head again, their silence was becoming uncomfortable. “Fuck, are you even human?”
Mik didn’t answer and Ian didn’t know if he wanted him too. He just offered his hand, a handshake was the least he could do. Mik stared at his hand for a few seconds before slowly reaching out. They didn’t grab it quite right and their skin felt weird. Neither part was bad, but that unanswered question bounced through his mind again. This guy could potentially be something that isn’t human, but what that was Ian was more lost on.
He chose to ignore that feeling, going back to his work inside the weird tent this time. Mik didn’t enter, just sat outside. Ian felt kind of awkward, eventually grabbing the stranger’s shoulder and dragging them inside. Mik looked almost like they were doing something wrong when Ian did this, but he wasn’t going to have the guy sit outside for no reason. They actually passed a few days like this.
Ian was starting to look forward to Mik’s arrival each morning. Even though he wasn’t making any progress on the language he was having fun. Mik tried to understand, he noticed the subtle changes in their face each time. He felt more listened to than he had since he’d gotten into this mess. A crappy halfway house because he was too old to get placed with anyone and couldn’t handle the crowds of a shelter once he was eighteen. It was nice. He was kind of glad this weirdo was turning out not to be a murderer so far.
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Mikhail had learned a lot from watching Ian. Their species likely used a lot of facial expressions which he tried to mimic. They definitely seemed young with how often they were scribbling away. He hadn’t learned much of the language from this though. He did notice that Ian kept saying something with a questioning tone and would go quiet for a while. He wanted to understand the question.
“Damn, I need to go to the library today,” he heard Ian mutter. He was on his way through the flora of the planet to the one he chose to befriend. As he walked through one of the smaller bits of flora they turned to face him. “For once I think I’m relieved you showed up. Want to come with me?”
Mikhail tilted his head, but Ian just sighed. They motioned to themself then towards the dwellings of more of their species. He took a moment to consider before he realized what was requested. Ian wanted him to go somewhere. So that would mean more interactions, he may have a chance to gather better data. He smiled and nodded his head at his companion.
Ian looked relieved as they pulled a strange object on their back. They took a few steps and turned back to look at him. He realized it was mimicry and found it amazing. Many other species he’d met had mimicry of some kind, but it didn’t occur as easily or quickly. He took his usual cautious steps after the other and followed them.
Ian brought him through the area filled with others of their species. The domiciles were all similar shapes and sizes. Another thing he found odd. On his planet there were buildings of all sizes. While naturally his species was much larger, there were many who eventually lived at much smaller options. It seemed the hope they may have similar abilities was being clearly destroyed.
It seemed odd how many of the others of Ian’s species avoided them. It was even clearer now that he saw more of them that Ian was young. It seemed like there should be some form of support for them. He made sure to note down that younger members of the species were not always supported long term. It would be imperative to know that once interactions began to increase.
Ian turned suddenly and Mikhail walked right into them. They were knocked over and he quickly reached out to try to help. His body was much denser at this size, they would need to study the impact of things like this in the future. Ian looked shocked as Mikhail pulled them back to their feet.
“No way you’re human,” Ian mumbled. Mikhail was growing more curious about that word.
Ian just pulled away and walked into the strange domicile. Mikhail followed, shocked by what he saw. The place was filled with shelves of objects he’d seen in studies before. They were called books if he remembered correctly. His species had moved past them a long time ago, keeping all information in a centralized network. He never thought he’d see something like this himself.
“Mik?” they asked. He jumped and looked down at them. They looked almost concerned, but he tried to copy one of the teeth baring faces they made. They gave one back before walking off.
Mikhail followed him to what appeared to be a primitive computer. He was curious how far advanced his technology was in comparison now. Ian spent time on the machine, Mikhail was more curious about the books. He grabbed one off the shelf, feeling how fragile it was in his grip. If books on his planet had been like this no wonder they decided to stop using them. He sat down with the book next to Ian.
“How can you hold that one handed? Those encyclopedias are heavy,” Ian muttered. “Strong weirdo or not human, definitely.”
Mikhail was starting to get annoyed at the word. He had a feeling it would manage to help them get closer. He’d maybe manage to make the translator if he knew this word. It was a few hours of time passing before he noticed Ian seemed to be watching him. He knew it would be cutting it close on time at this rate, but something told him to stick it out. Ian held something up to him.
“Talk into this,” they said. He tilted his head as had become the norm in Ian’s attempt to talk with him. They sighed and held the device in front of their face. “Do this, just a few words.”
They turned to the machine, hit some buttons then held the device out again. Mikhail nodded after a few seconds.
“You want me to speak into this? Do you also have translators?” he asked.
Ian made that teeth baring face again. They turned back to the machine and started to bounce. Mikhail leaned over to look at the machine. It wasn’t as if he could read anything on it. They leaned away a bit, but kept their eyes locked on the screen. Eventually the screen had something red pop up and Ian looked at him with a bit of fear. He tilted his head to try and show concern.
“You really aren’t human, are you?” Ian said.
Their voice had sounds of distress. Mikhail didn’t know what to do, but Ian pulled the book he’d been looking at close. They flipped the delicate pages recklessly, stopping on an image that matched their species. Mikhail couldn’t make sense of anything on the page, but he did realize it matched Ian. Ian pointed at themself.
“Human,” they said seriously. They pointed at him and shook their head. He had learned that was a negative implication. “Not human.”
It finally clicked in Mikhail’s head. That word was their species. He was finally making progress with this information. He mimicked the teeth baring again and nodded. He tried to form the right sounds, but he couldn’t make that first noise. He nodded the way Ian had been affirming things until now. He felt awful when Ian’s face seemed to change to something similar to the one from when he first found them.
Ian stood quickly and started walking away. Mikhail followed after them. They kept looking back at him and speeding up. They never moved too quickly, he wondered if this was the fastest the species moved. When they entered an area with a group Ian did slow down and looked back less. Once in the flora again they turned to stare at him. He would need to leave soon, but he was a bit worried.
“Ian?” he asked. The other… the human looked at him for a few minutes before falling to their knees.
“What do you want with me?” they yelled. He moved closer. He wasn’t sure what to do to assure them he wouldn’t harm them. He held out his hand to try and offer peace. Ian stared at it without moving. Mikhail decided to try and mimic their first meeting.
“Chooman Ian,” he said and gestured to them. He butchered the word, but it was the best he could do. He pressed his hands on his own chest. “Not chooman Mikhail.”
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Ian just stared at the apparent alien in front of him. He thought this was a sick joke. Guy found a homeless kid and thought it would be fun to mess with him. He stood up and pressed his finger into their chest. He glared up at the taller being. This would be a weird prank, although what they brought the second day sort of proves it’s not one.
“Fine, prove it. Show me your ship or whatever. Prove you aren’t human!” he yelled. Mik just looked confused until Ian groaned and had to think of a way to show what he wanted. He tried waving his arms towards the deeper woods hoping it would get across. Mik watched a bit before their face seemed to light up.
Mik started to walk away, stopping after a few steps to wait for him. He ran forward and stopped just behind them. They smiled, it was kind of weird when they did it wasn’t natural. Mik started to walk again and Ian just followed. He didn’t think it was smart to follow a strange potential alien off into the woods with the highest rate of disappearances, but he was doing it. The walk was a lot longer than he expected.
Ian was dumbfounded when they finally stopped. The thing was massive, at least as big if not bigger than the trees around them. He looked at Mik with a bit of fear again, maybe the guy was some kind of bait. Mik walked up and pressed their hand to the side of the ship, it had to be a ship at least. There was a light that appeared in a gigantic rectangle before the odd looking metal slowly lowered to the ground. Mik walked onto it and turned to face him again.
“Mik’s,” they said gesturing inside. So that meant this was their place, that was weirder than anything else. Mik started to walk in and turned back to see if Ian was following. He wasn’t sure it was the best idea, but he did follow.
Inside the place was hard to comprehend. It had a bunch of machinery on what looked like tables way too high up. Ian shivered, if this was Mik’s then they had a partner somewhere. It was the only explanation for how big this place was. The idea of being bait flit through his mind again. The chances of humans being kidnapped and raised to not know any human languages sounded possible.
Mikhail was pointing at things and miming some kind of action. He couldn’t make sense of it, but nodded along. The place felt a lot bigger inside than it looked, just like the tent they gave him. Mik just kept going deeper and deeper inside. Ian was getting worn out, he couldn’t understand how this stranger had so much stamina. Finally they entered a large space with things too high up for Ian to see.
He looked around to try and get a handle on it. There was a table with stuff he couldn’t see, but it reminded him of sci-fi movies. A plane looking bed that was dozens of feet off the ground. He looked at Mik for some understanding, but they just watched him. He walked over to the odd wall in the room, almost relieved when it opened and no one was inside. It looked almost like a shower, but not like the one in the place Mik gave him.
“Ian?” Mik asked. Ian jumped, this was too much. He wanted to go back to his dingy tent, the cloth one he bought. Now he couldn’t stop wondering if some giant hand was going to grab the nice one while he was in it. Mik just pointed at a corner and Ian started laughing.
“You just have a random pile of blankets? Is that why you tried to give me back the one I gave you?” he asked. Mik just tilted their head, Ian bit back another groan at the lack of understanding.
Ian settled for approaching the blanket pile. He paused after a few steps and looked back at Mik. They smiled that weird smile and didn’t move. He took that as an ok to keep going. The blanket pile was huge, he couldn’t tell where any of them ended. He placed one hand down and it was softer than anything he’d ever felt. The exhaustion building up in him seemed to bubble over at that point. He climbed onto the blankets and curled up on one.
“Is it cool if I just rest here for a bit?” he asked. Mik didn’t say anything, he usually didn’t. Ian just took it as an ok and closed his eyes. If they were going to kill him it would have happened by now, maybe whoever the giant one was wouldn’t be too bad either.
Ian had a dreamless sleep for the first time in years. He was pulled out of it by a rumble of the ground. He sat up rubbing his eyes trying to figure out what was going on. He only found a foot bigger than he could imagine standing near him. He chanced a look up and up and up until finally finding a face. He didn’t know he’d actually started screaming until the face turned to look at him.
He tried to scramble away, the soft blankets making it impossible. The strange red skin stood out to him first. Then the solid eyes that were such a dark green they looked black. The clothes the thing wore seemed similar to what humans wore and that was terrifying. He couldn’t place if it was on purpose or chance. The thing moved and the world shook as they took a step closer.
Ian tried to climb to his feet, but couldn’t get off the ground. The thing’s hand was surrounding him before he’d managed anything. Fingers bigger than him slipped under and pulled him from the soft surface. He tried to wriggle free, but the fingers seemed adept and handling things his size.
He couldn’t bring himself to make any more noises as he was brought to the table he couldn’t see over earlier. It was filled with strange machines and things that looked like needles. He’d been lured here for some awful dissection or something. The creature holding him placed him on a surface that reminded him of the frog dissections in school. He almost screamed when those impossible fingers pinned his limbs down.
It only took the thing one hand to hold him down. The other one was grabbing some strange looking object. Ian was shaking as it was brought close enough to press against him. It was angled to focus on his head. There was a loud noise and a light before it was pulled away from him. He let out a shaky breath as the fingers holding him down left too.
Ian watched in fear as the huge hands moved away from him. He couldn’t bring himself to move, terrified of the fingers pressing against him again. He just watched as what looked like Mik’s strange computer one hundred times bigger was used. He couldn’t read anything, but saw an image of himself followed by his brain on screen. He climbed to his feet and tried to run, but one of the hands stopped him.
The fingers were just covering him where he could still look ahead. In front of him something huge had started to form. He would have been under it if he kept running. He watched the weird light that seemed to create the object from nothing move to the side. It focused down to a significantly smaller area before a chime sounded.
The hand holding him back disappeared, but he didn’t move. The boom of a step made him shiver as the giant creature picked up the new object. He followed the hands up and saw how they attached it to where an ear would be for a human. He looked around, but he couldn’t find any. He almost wondered if it would be just a hole below the strange object. He was proved wrong as a wire from it was attached to something strange on the top of the creature’s head.
He stared as the creature fiddled with the protruding thing. It looked like a thick antenna. He just kept staring after the fiddling stopped, but the creature was staring down at him. He almost screamed as the hand came down again. It stopped by where the focused light had been and pushed something towards Ian. He looked on cautiously as something that looked like a bluetooth earpiece sat there.
“Do you want me to put this on?” he asked. He knew it was probably dumb to ask no way this weird giant could understand him when Mik couldn’t. This alien just looked almost like he brightened and nodded back at him. He sighed, it wasn’t like he could get away anyway. He walked over to the object and put it on. It really was like a bluetooth earpiece.
“Can you understand me now?” they asked. The voice was deep and masculine. He jumped and stared up in awe at the alien speaking perfect english. He stumbled back as the hands surrounded him again. “Ian? That was your name right? Had I been mistaken?”
“Who the fuck are you?!” he yelled.
The alien leaned closer and he wanted to run. He had no escape and he didn’t want to register any features of the monster in front of him. The thing lowered so he was face to eyes with it. The solid color was terrifying; he couldn't read anything through it. The weird thick antennae both seemed to press down on the head of black something. It didn’t quite seem like hair. The alien tilted their head and it became almost painfully clear who this alien might be. One of the hands moved to hold a finger out to Ian’s chest.
“Ian,” they said. The finger moved to point at the alien. “Mik.”
“You have to be joking. You… you’re Mik?!”
Mik set a hand down and Ian just stared at it. He watched as the solid eyes seemed to move slightly and he caught on. Ian set his hands on the palm. Mik hadn’t hurt him there was no reason to assume the worst. At least he hoped that was the truth. The skin beneath him felt more like satin. It didn’t even seem like his hand had lines in it like humans do. The fingers around him curled over his head.
He gasped as the hand was lifted when Mik stood up. He was definitely taller than the trees outside the weird ship. He was brought close to Mik’s chest as he moved. It was almost comforting, although behind him there was an arrhythmic beat. It seems like alien hearts didn’t work the same. Mik took a step and Ian almost screamed as the booming sound reached his ears.
“Did something happen? I did not think I was holding you wrong. This is how we carry each other at your size on my planet,” Mik said. Ian looked up at the face staring down at him. His face was almost too symmetrical. He started to understand what always looked wrong about his smile before.
“Your steps are loud, I was surprised,” Ian murmured. Lying didn’t seem worth it. He could feel the way Mik seemed to react, the muscles tensing under and around him.
“I see, it seems sound is processed differently between our species.”
Mik’s voice rumbled through him as he continued to mumble. The words were weird and the translator struggled to follow. Mik walked more and his steps continued to boom. Once he stopped Ian finally was placed down on the blankets again. He looked up as Mik moved back and sat down to face him. The weird antennae on his head were angled down and focused on Ian.
He yelped once the alien started to sit down. The sound of impact was louder than he expected. Mik seemed to grimace, but the face he made wasn’t right. The hand holding him moved away and further down to the ground. Suddenly the hand tipped. Ian tried not to fall, digging his nails in and seeing a bit of bright blue blood. It didn’t work, but he landed safely in the pile of blankets.
“S-so what’s going to happen now?” Ian asked. He stared up still processing the face staring down at him. It wasn’t innately threatening, but difficult to feel comfortable near. Ian tried not to look too terrified at him.
“I assumed you would want to rest again. The scan said you were safe. I don’t fully know the status of time on this planet. Daylight seems to run differently than mine,” Mik explained. Ian couldn’t stop a smile at how casual Mik was about it. An alien found a homeless kid and started worrying about him. It was nice, but he was scared too.
“What do you want from me? You’ve been helping me and I didn’t do anything for you.” Ian stood up to glare at the alien. Mik tilted his head in that clueless way he always did.
“My goal was to befriend a local in order to learn the language. I have grown more concerned seeing your lifestyle compared to others of your species.”
“So what happens with your concern?” Mik made a noise that Ian and the translator failed to understand.
“If you would like, you can stay here. I could use help to understand this place more before my kind makes contact to launch a large-scale study of the planet. The goal would be to ally with your kind which appears to be the dominant race.”
Ian felt his jaw drop. An alien found him alone in the woods and wants him as a fucking assistant. He’d get a place to stay, wouldn’t need to find a way to pay for school and could have a nice life. Mik hadn’t done anything wrong, even stopped him from getting crushed more than once. He gave up, laying back on the blankets and stared at the ship ceiling.
“Sure, I can try being an alien assistant. I guess I have a place to live at least, right?” Ian laughed. Mik leaned over him and he tried to stay calm as it happened. Sharp teeth were bared above him in a creepy attempt at a smile.
“Thank you, Ian.”
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Peaceful Rest
day 25 pocket. More Ian and Mik. Had to figure this one out for a bit but i like what i wound up writing.
Peaceful Rest
Ian hadn’t been sleeping well since he talked about his nightmares. They wound up changing to be both of them trapped. Sometimes it was Mik letting himself get caught for Ian. He’d been struggling to spend any time alone after it all too. He just hoped Mik hadn’t noticed.
“Are you ready to go, Ian?” Mikhail asked. He had planned to run out to a craft store to get some fabric for Ian to work with, but his brother panicked. He offered to bring him along, but they hadn’t tried going out with Ian in his pocket.
“Yes,” Ian yawned.
Mikhail was worried about how tired he seemed. Ian swore he was fine. Mikhail just pushed the thoughts away and offered his hand to his brother. The borrower seemed to have some trouble climbing on for once increasing Mikhail’s worry. He lifted his hand up to his chest pocket and pulled it open with his other hand. He waited a bit as Ian just sat still in his palm.
“Aren’t you going to put me in?” he asked. Mikhail laughed a bit and shook his head.
“If you want me too, but I thought you’d rather climb in on your own,” Mikhail answered. Ian nodded and stood, he was a bit more unsteady than usual.
Ian approached Mik’s pocket slowly. He never had much fun in pockets. He was dumped in and thrown around in the past. It wasn’t chest pockets like this either. He looked into the dark space deciding how to go in exactly. He settled on just getting it over with and nearly fell over himself climbing in. He landed in an awkward position at the bottom of the fabric.
He tried to right himself, but wasn’t making any progress. It was only getting worse. He felt the chest behind him vibrate as Mik laughed. He hit his brother with what strength he could muster in his awkward position. It made Mik laugh a bit more before light entered Ian’s small space. He looked up and saw a finger reaching in.
He thought Mik was going to move him, but the finger just hung a bit above him. He carefully reached out and grabbed on. He used his brother’s finger as leverage to get more comfortable. Once he was settled he let go and watched as Mik moved away and pulled back the pocket opening. Above him Ian just saw green eyes with a hint of laughter in them.
“Don’t worry, pockets aren’t as easy to ride in as they look,” Mik smiled. Ian did feel better knowing it wasn’t only him who had trouble.
Mik let go and Ian was in a light darkness. It wasn’t like when he was in the walls or his room at night. Mik pressed a hand against him and then started walking. It felt nice, the light sway as his brother walked. Ian leaned against the firm chest and listened to the loud heartbeat. It helped him relax for the first time in weeks. Beneath the loud beat of a heart he could hear air whooshing through massive lungs.
Mikhail shifted a bit as he walked. He didn’t fully intend it, but better senses were nice to have at times like this. After what happened on the bus he was nervous about bringing Ian out with him. Today was a short walk to a nearby craft store and then home, it shouldn’t be a problem. He was more aware than normal as Ian shifted in his pocket.
Once outside he tried to keep his pace steady. Ian didn’t seem to be moving much, but that was better. He could remember the few times he’d ridden in a pocket like this. It was nice sometimes. It depended on the person and how steady their movement was. Trips to visit parts of his mother’s family who knew about the abilities like his often had him in someone’s pocket. His size had been too unstable and small was more common back then. He sighed as he started to approach the door.
“Almost there Ian, I can hear if you say anything,” he whispered. He’d already reached the entrance and a chime sounded as he opened it. Ian didn’t say anything, but he started to walk around trying to look inconspicuous. “I’m going to ask you about a few things, if you don’t want to talk just pat my chest twice for yes and once for no.”
Ian nodded to himself before realizing he had to make sure Mik knew. He patted his brother’s chest twice and heard a relieved sigh. He was tired, it was getting hard to keep his eyes open. He barely registered the things Mik asked about, but would pat his chest if he thought he could use it. Eventually Mik stopped talking to him and he finally lost his battle falling asleep.
Mikhail had his hands full as he walked back. He hadn’t felt Ian move in a while, but hoped it was fine. He walked in and set the bags down, finally looking into his pocket. Ian was sleeping. He’d curled up as small as he could in one of the pocket’s corners. Mikhail smiled and carefully moved to lie down on his couch. He pulled his phone from his other pocket and started to read a book he’d bought a few months ago.
Ian woke up slowly. It was warm and comfortable, but he realized the ground he was on was moving. He jumped up hitting the fabric above him. He panicked as the ground below him rumbled. Slowly the sound registered in his mind as Mik’s laugh. He barely remembered the trip out to the store, but started to climb out of the pocket.
Mik was on his back holding his phone above him. Ian had no idea how long he’d been asleep, but it looked like his brother hadn’t noticed him. He finished climbing out and started making his way up to his brother’s face. That made the quiet laughter stop as the huge face ahead of him turned to focus on him.
“You’re awake,” Mik smiled. Ian didn’t make a sound just kept climbing up the chest. Once he was at his brother’s shoulder he slid down and curled up next to his neck. There was another round of laughter. Hearing it through Mik’s neck was strange, but he didn’t mind it.
“I’m still tired,” he murmured. Mik shifted slightly before he moved his own head to be pressed against Ian slightly.
“Go back to sleep.” Ian smiled once his brother said that and closed his eyes. He could hear the sound of Mik’s pulse and a lot more from his position. He liked feeling safe with a human like this, it was nice.
#gt#giant/tiny#g/t#giant tiny#g/t writing#gt writing#gianttiny#g/t community#gt community#gtjuly#GTJuly2022#day 25 pocket#OC:Ian#OC:Mik/Mikhail
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I dont know if you've done this already but have you drawn or made picrews/other programs with some of ur ocs? I've seen you describe them abit but I'm a bit curious to see how you actually imagine them to be
I haven't done a big post so I will use this ask to do one! I actually have descriptions for each character in a spreadsheet I've made to track all the info I have, I've made picrews, and I have two commissions done so far. This one for the mafia AU god squad and this one for when Corus and Mira met
Comm I got for streya <3
Comm of Delphia, Ash, and Alessia in Vampire AU
fanart of mira and corus
Below the read more is a description I have an at least one picrew I've made of each of my ocs! I made a lot of these a long time ago so I sadly don't have the links but I can def try to find ones if people want them!
Mira: pale skin with lavender hair and pink eyes. She has a natural red tint to her cheeks with a pink color for her lips. Her body is lean and muscular, reflecting the years of training she's had. In her streamer universe she has a lean form with slight muscle from casual workouts. When you first see her you wouldn't assume she's as tactful and agile as she is.
Kaya: black hair, brown eyes and brown skin. They have some freckles by their nose and mole under their left eye. While they usually share in some of Mira's training they retain a thin frame and appear petite at first glance. They look innocent at first, as if they have no understanding of darker sides to the world. In reality they have stared it in the face and continued with a smile
This heart one is an adorable comm from @graff-aganda gotten by @alarcomet
Ian: fair skin with blond hair and brown eyes. His face is covered in a dusting of freckles. He's a little shorter than average at first in his original universe. He has a lanky frame that some may even call scrawny at times. He looks younger than he is, giving an impression of early teens rather than close to an adult.
Delphia: pale white skin with emerald eyes that stand out against it. Her hair is a dark black, almost ebony. She's above average height in most universes with a thin frame. Generally she's pale to a concerning degree. Almost like you'd think she's dead if she held her breath. She appears innocent and naive by choice, if she changes to seem world weary it's best to listen
Where it exists people might think she's a bit like snow white
Vincent: striking silver hair, usually tied back. He has one eye green like emeralds, the other purple like violets. Overall his features are striking, but the scars over his eyes stand out against his sepia brown skin. He's intimidating, usually holding a look of disdain or pointed disinterest. If he cares for you he will kill for you
Melody: around average height with pale skin and heavyset. She has long brown hair frequently put up in ponytails or braids. Glasses that hide the bags under her eyes and a bright red tint on her cheeks. She also has a single dimple mirrored by Caprice. She looks young and innocent as if the things she suffered never happened. Most often she wears jeans and dark colored t-shirts with a black hoodie
Caprice: fair pale skin with freckles, short brown hair, and brown eyes. He usually has an athletic build and a bit short for men. He doesn't need glasses and has a healthy look. He has a single dimple mirrored by Melody. He appears goofy and ignorant, a mask he wears that can fall away to someone who sees more than anyone would like.
Lilith: dark brown skin, red eyes, and naturally black hair. She likes to dye it purple. Overall she is adorable. There is always a possessiveness in her face if she likes you.
Corus: black hair long enough he can tie it in a small ponytail. He has blue eyes and tanned white skin. At first glance he looks tall with an average build at best, but he has a lot of muscle that you can't see. His way of dress hides the fact he's well built. It's a byproduct of ways he's tried to handle his anger issues through out the years. He looks like someone easy to take advantage of at first, but then his anger comes through and he's terrifying regardless of size.
Zeke: golden brown skin, green eyes, and red/orange hair. He looks welcoming and intelligent. Overall his build is a bit average but his arms reflect the manual labor his life usually requires. He's observant and quick to act. When it's viable he has glasses that help him see far away. Luckily he has no issues up close.
Mikhail: He has rich black skin, green eyes and long black hair. He has a lean frame that some would assume is from being consumed in his studies. Most of the time he needs glasses more specifically for reading. His size changing in his original universe does change his frame slightly. The bigger he grows the more imposing his build becomes and the opposite for smaller. He'd be bird like at Ian's size
Alessia: rosy white skin and a warm look to her face. She's chubby which hides the strength she's capable of. Her hair, which flows to the middle of her back, is the same color as the night sky and she has brown eyes that radiate kindness. Generally around average human height. Soft is a good way to describe her. As a goddess she is usually dressed in a golden suit of armor that still leaves her legs, arms, hands, and head free.
Rhys: sharp edges to his face, the tawny brown skin accented with salmon hair. His eyes change colors depending on mood, but he is most commonly seen with them at bright pink. He isn't too tall and has a stout form. When he's calm his features have him looking reliable. As a god he dresses for the times, frequently in the most common clothing styles of the era until more modern times.
Ash: appears intimidating. A sharp face with one green and one blue eye. Their brown hair is short almost shave. They have umber brown skin and, as a god, tend to wear something that looks like leather armor. It's more like a misviewed tunic. They are frequently considered to look like a warrior or soldier and mistaken for the god of war.
Vitus: ashen white skin and even whiter hair. His hair is a bit below his shoulders and usually tied back with enough left free to frame his face. He has striking emerald eyes and a stern gaze. He has an average build and appears normally to be around mid thirties to early forties in age. He's taller than most others. As a god he tends to wear a button up shirt and simple plain pants regardless of the era. As a human he has reading glasses.
Dabria: fair white skin that looks like she's spent a lot of time under the sun. She has ebony hair which seems to flow endlessly behind her and piercingly red eyes. Her round face almost always carries a small smile and radiates warmth. She has a chubby form and is happy to offer comfort to any who need it. As a goddess she tends to wear a simple black dress, as a human she wears darker colors and jeans unless it's more formal
Felix: a stocky build. He has golden eyes and short black hair that slightly frames his face. His skin is a warm beige. He looks judgemental and cold at first glance. His features give a calculating feeling. As a god he dresses ostentatiously, styles that mimic nobility or expensive styles of the era.
Sola: a soft tan to her white skin, something that makes her look to have spent long days out in the sun. Her hair is just a bit past her shoulders, a light blonde color with specks of blue and white. Her eyes like like the morning sky, bright yellow at the center for the sun. She dresses in bright colors and most often has her arms and legs uncovered. She appears childish like Luna. A round face, large eyes, and over all child like features. She is twins with Luna. She appears bright, outgoing, and loud, but tries to match those around her more than act freely.
Luna: pale skin that could remind you of moonlight. He has shoulder length hair that's black with specks of white like stars. As a god his eyes are almost mirrors of the night sky, but human leaves him with a deep blue. He dresses in dark colors that relate to the era. He looks childish, a round face, large eyes, and general child like features. He is twins with Sola. He appears shy and reserved, but just is soft spoken.
Ryder: the build of a soldier. He reflects his status as god of war in his stature. His eyes are silver and, as a god, his pupils are shaped like swords. He has a surprisingly kind look most of the time. His face is scared despite never being in battle, he also has some scars along his arms and torso. He has long black hair that reaches down his back and he tends to leave as is. He tries to appear ready to fight in any universe he's in despite his lack of actual experience and general reasons to fight.
Kyrie: warm beige skin and a chubby build. His hair and fins are black at first. Both will change later to mimic colors of the deep sea to aid in hiding from humans. His eyes are the same color as the deep sea giving him the best sight of the merfolk under water. His hair is long and reachs almost to his tail. He opts not to do anything to it much like Pelago. He can look intimidating when he smiles, large fangs poking out. He is technically not full grown until some time after he meets Melody and grows significantly from the size he'd been until then.
Pelago: slender with dark brown skin. She has scars over her face from years of abuse due to the colors of her scales. She has blond hair the is half the length of her body. Her scales are a bright white and define her as an oceanid. Her eyes match the colors of her scales and fins as white as well. She still holds a kind smile despite the way she's been treated in the past. Pelago looks the most human when she smiles, her smaller size leaving her no need for large fangs.
Byssal: fair white skin and a stout build. He has used his size to keep Pelago safe and appears intimidating. His hair is green and usually braided. When loose his hair is almost longer than Pelago He has green scales, fins, and eyes. He has some scales along his skin unlike Pelago. Byssal frequently wears a scowl and bares his fangs at anyone who isn't Kyrie or Pelago (later that grows to Melody and Caprice)
Streya: skin the same color of space, she'd disappear into the darkness without the stars. She wears a gown that looks like endless stars. Her eyes are a solid dull purple when she's not matching a planet, they change to match the planet she's mimicking. Her hair is long reaching down into the endless space like her gown. It's a base shade of black with glowing blue on the top and the tips. On the right side of her head her hair is a lighter blue. There's a hint of purple all throughout it. She has a plump form. She has a round face that almost always has a look of awe or curiosity
Meg: skin is pale and she wears simple earrings. Her hair is a light brown that falls just below her shoulders. She has brown eyes. She has a dusting of freckles on her face, she wears simple glasses. She has a thin frame with a round face. She dresses casually, a warm jacket with simple things. A necklace with a star on it and tends to have jackets with patches or pins for lgbt
#awkwardanswers#maybe i should have split this but i already did all the work#I'll consider it another day#OC:Rhys#OC:Vitus#OC:Dabria#OC:Ash#CollabOC:Vincent#CollabOC:Meg#OC:Streya#OC:Ryder#OC:Seer/Delphia#OC:Mik/Mikhail#OC:Ian#OC:Luna#OC:Sola#OC:Pelago#OC:Kyrie#OC:Melody#OC:Caprice#OC:Byssal#OC:Felix#OC:Corus#OC:Mira#OC:Zeke#OC:Kaya#OC:Alessia#gt ocs
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For that ask game
1, 2, 5, 6?
This one got long so I'm putting it under a read more! TYSM for asking these <3 The ask game
* Who was your first ever OC? Do you still “use” them? How have they evolved over time?
Technically Ian and Mikhail are tied for that though they weren't my first G/T OCs. I had this like running day dream for a while in high school and when I started writing again last year I wanted to still use them.
They started as these like all powerful beings of life and death (because high school me loved anime yes yes) Then I started making them sort of opposites. Mikhail always a bit of a brighter life with a worse power because he was death and Ian was always suffering because of others around him. Mikhail was always an older brother to Ian though.
Now they're human(or at least not anime level gods but who knows it could happen again), but I still like the idea of Mikhail having a way to protect Ian. So he's a size shifter and Ian's still sort of plagued by people and things around him.
My first GT OCs are Mira and Corus. They're kind based off dnd characters I played, but Mira's not evil and Corus isn't obliviously gullible. Also not a tiefling and a tritan. Their personalities changed more as I wrote them for GT since the dnd versions were more just namesake and general feel.
2. Who is your newest OC? Why did you make them?
Streya is the most recent OC! I have some others I haven't posted about yet since I'm still working out their story, but Streya was made after them.
She exists entirely because of GT July Cosmic prompt. I didn't have a cosmic giant and I wanted to write one. I didn't like the idea of putting and of my current ocs at cosmic level because their personalities didn't fit for it in my head.
Meg would be tied but she's actually a collab oc with @alarcomet!
5. What are some of your OCs biggest fears?(Melody, Delphia, Kyria, Mikhail, Ash)
Melody with heights for sure!
Delphia is actually terrified of water, it's a thing in every universe for her. It spawns from the first death in the seer and the gods story she consciously experiences.
Kyrie's afraid of being so big he can't really see the people he cares about (and hurts them by accident because of that)
Mikhail is afraid of losing the people he cares about because of who he is (an alien in that au, size shifter with some more predatory traits in og story)
Ash is scared of being too big and loud. They don't want to scare the people they care about
6. Do you have any OCs without stories? Will you ever create one for them?
Technically Evelyn and Conny. Evelyn is a human, Conny is an AI with a hard light body.
I have a general idea of their first story. Evelyn doesn't believe the claims that the AI have real emotions. Conny hates humans and thinks they all lie. They wind up together and that's part of what I'm still working out. Someday I'll write their story because I like the idea, but can't get it how I want it yet. I will not be abandoning them though!
#awkwardanswers#da3dm#oc asks#ask games#OC:Melody#OC:Kyrie#OC:Seer/Delphia#OC:Ash#OC:Mikhail/Mik#OC:Ian
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Streamer AU Stuff
Features a ton of ocs in a world of humans and giants living together. Easier to leave this as it's own since I want to do a lot more eventually
Stolen Snacks
Hide and Seek
First Day In A New Home
Celebration With Candy
How Dare You (Ian Meets Mikhail)
Results of Expectations: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (Final)
A Not Too Distant Future
Nightmares
#OC:Mira#OC:Corus#OC:Ian#OC:Mik/Mikhail#OC:Mikhail/Mik#OC:Seer/Delphia#OC:Alessia#OC:Ash#OC:Rhys#OC:Vitus#OC:Dabria#masterlist sections
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Out of all of your characters, who would be the most unlikely pair of friends?
Ok i was thinking about this for a while and i think Ian and Felix would actually be good friends after a grace period.
Felix would like accidentally be terrifying a lot, but he'd just casually do or get things he thinks would help Ian. Once he's told something he'll try to change. so like if Ian freaked out from Felix grabbing him there'd be an immediate apology and distinct lack of physical contact until Ian made it clear what was ok.
In a case where Ian was the big one in a friendship he'd compliment felix's caution. He wouldn't obviously be leaving things he thinks are helpful like felix would, but offer small things that could have been forgotten.
Both are actually observant and sensitive so they'd click once any fear was gone. The part that would make them take a bit is the idea they share of not being good to be around.
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