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Picture this: Fidgeting
You’re not even sure how it started.
Maybe it was boredom. Maybe it was habit. Maybe they just needed something to ground them. But now, you’ve found yourself nestled in the crook of their hand, no more than a fidget to them—a living, squirming, whisper-soft thing to be idly toyed with.
Their thumb strokes over your back in slow, absent arcs. Over and over. Not unkind—never cruel—but aimless. Comforting for them. Your body shifts slightly with each motion, pressed into the warm plane of their palm, legs sprawled across the bridge of their fingers. You’re pliable, yielding. Small enough that they can wrap their entire hand around you and still feel like they’re being gentle.
They squeeze.
Not enough to hurt. Just enough to feel you. To remind themselves that something small and real and warm is there, with them. Their fingers curl slowly, pressing your body between pads of skin the size of sofa cushions. You let out a quiet breath, barely a noise, but they hear it.
And they smile, lazy and fond, their thumb dragging lightly over your chest.
“Cute—,” they murmur, their voice a rich vibration that thrums through your spine. Their thumb taps your head. You flinch, half-playful, half-defeated, and they chuckle low in their throat like you’ve done exactly what they needed you to do.
You’re rolled gently between two fingers next—a shift of pressure here, a twist there. Stretched, squished, repositioned. Like putty. Like something soft and satisfying to keep their mind from spiraling. They don’t even need to look at you. It’s all instinct now.
And weirdly? You don’t mind.
There’s something comforting in being used like this—absently, affectionately. A warm, fidget-sized tether keeping their anxiety at bay. Their hand is a fortress. A place where pressure is control, and touch is intimacy.
Eventually, they let out a deep sigh. Their fingers uncurl slightly, opening like a flower to reveal you, tousled and breathless.
“Still alive?” they ask, teasing, brushing your hair back with a fingertip the size of your face.
You just nod, flushed and blinking up at them.
They press you into their palm again and exhale—steady now.
G/T Fairytale
I'm currently writing this very elaborate g/t au fanfiction and I ended up making this as a sort of, fun exercise to get the plot down for the first act? Anyway, I turned it into a fairytale and it kinda works as a stand-alone thing, I like it a lot so I wanted to share it!
A Folktale for the Big and Small
Once, there was a young man in a world of giants.
Eager to search the world for what little adventure it might offer, he left his small town in hopes of bigger stories.
But in his search, rather than stories he found Massive, Vicious beasts. One such beast stole him away and locked him up in a tower so that he might never breathe free air again.
The young man, small as he was, passed many days and nights in the big bad man’s house, and feared that he was doomed to stay there forever. But, just when hope seemed at it’s lowest; The Big, Bad Giant’s sister helped the Young man escape.
Go, she told him. And may my evil brother never find you, she said, before helping the Young man into the bag of another visiting giant.
The sister had promised the young man that this giant would be good to him, kind and honest. But the young man, too troubled by his imprisonment of the big bad man, did not take her heed. He hid himself from this new giant, even as they left the Vicious man’s tower together.
Even as this new Giant brought them both to his home.
The young man snuck out of this Giant's bag and hid, hoping for the perfect moment to escape. But to his horror, this new house seemed just as much a cruel, locked-up tower as that of the Big Bad Giant’s,. There was no way he could escape!
Many days and nights he spent there, too, with no chance of escape. But in his stay here, this new Giant didn’t seem so bad. Not as bad as the Big Bad Man from before, at least.
He was clever, The young man could see when he watched the new giant talk to his giant friends. He was a talented cook, who loved to draw, and detested the rude. The young man rather liked this giant, he thought—brave and clever, never letting slip any discourtesy. Everything a gentleman should be.
As the young man stayed hidden in this new tower, over his many days and nights he began to grow attached to the place, to the New Giant. Eventually, he didn’t want to escape as much anymore, he even considered staying.
But the young man had grown complacent, clumsy even—leaving traces of his presence all over this new Giant’s house. And when the new giant finally realized what was going on, he was furious!
In a blind rage at such a discourtesy, at an unwelcome guest making a home in his house without so much as a word, he tore the tower apart to find this wrongdoer.
But the young man was still clever as ever, especially after all his years living with the big, bad, giant. He managed to escape the new giant’s grasp, even if by no more than a hair. When The New Giant had looked in all the places he could think to, checked every cranny and opened every nook, he gave up.
After all, he couldn’t continue to ruin his home all for one discourteous guest. Perhaps, with all this ruckus, the intruder had left and his search was fruitless after all..
But the young man had not left. He was frightened and reminded terribly of his old captor, but he could not leave even if he tried.
Still, the young man knew well that he had wronged this giant—-so he left him a note. Apologizing. Though he couldn’t leave his message without reprimanding the Giant for all of the hardship he had put the young man through—that was one dreadfully nasty fit of rage!
A little more sure in his ability, after evading the giant once, the young man grew more bold. He left traces behind, but in all the wrong places. He watched as the Giant tried and tried to find him—but he was always one step ahead.
This young man had been watching for so long, that he could imagine anything the giant might do, and soon enough even the giant realized it.
But the giant, the young man did not know, was lonely. Perhaps he had visitors, and perhaps he enjoyed their company, perhaps he had more people to converse with than he could ever wish for—but he was lonely.
His guests could never truly understand him. Could not see him. This young man, although it was hard to admit it, filled a hole in his heart that had been empty for many years. This trespasser, the young man, knew him. Saw him.
And before long, where once the Giant had been filled with fury for the young man, he found love for him.
He loved every clue. He loved every small, out-of-place book, every cup, pen or chess piece.
He loved it all.
Without ever once seeing his face, this new giant loved the small young man as much as one could possibly love another.
Eventually, the giant wondered if he stopped trying to hunt out the young man, if he would show himself. So he played along—He pulled the books open to his favorite parts, circled his favorite quotes. He filled the shifted cup with tea. Placed a blank sheet of paper beneath the discarded pen. Moved the next chess piece.
I am not angry, anymore, he tried so desperately to tell the young man. But he would not show himself.
Not after the big bad giant from before.
The young man liked the giant, he enjoyed quotes and the tea, he drew for the giant and played chess with him.
But he did not trust him.
One night, their dance was interrupted. A giant, sent by the Big, Bad, man from the young man’s past had arrived. He was there to take the Young man back.
He stormed their tower of books and tea and struck the young man’s giant, smashing in his legs and forcing him to the ground.
The young man watched in horror, for he did not know what to do. But, he could not simply sit back and let this life he had so happily made for himself go. He would not let the big, bad giant take his drawings and his chess pieces from him.
His giant lay on the floor, staring up at the intruder with wide, vicious eyes, fearful that these moments would be his last—but those eyes did not scare the young man. His viciousness did not faze him. They were his to protect.
With nothing more than a sewing needle, stolen from the Big Bad Giant a long, long time ago, the young man lept from the highest point in the tower he could find. With no small amount of strength or courage, the young man drove his blade into the back of the intruder’s neck, killing him instantly.
He and the intruder crumbled to the ground, a great, booming crash flooding the tower at their fall—but the giant, his giant, heard none of it.
All he could hear was his heart, beating in loud in his ears. Still too hurt to walk, the giant could do nothing but watch as his beloved guest fell, killed, and crumbled.
You are beautiful, he managed to tell the young man, who was suddenly closer than he had ever been before—within arms reach.
You are so beautiful. It was all he could say, because he’d never beheld so much beauty in so small a thing, in nothing larger either though.
The young man, after defending his giant with his life, finally came closer. Approached his host and wished to beg for forgiveness, but could not force the words out of himself.
Because he himself was too busy thinking about how beautiful the giant was. They met halfway, the Young man taking hold of the giant’s fingers and then realizing something very, very special indeed.
He loved the giant too, even if it would take a long, long time, before he could ever tell him.
~The End~
I'm reading the 5 chapter of "Two Worls among the Stars" by @gt-jar and think on it
(I did not finish the chapter, I literally could see him doing this while they leave the cave)
Sierramist at it again with their wonderful writing!
Crosshair x s/o reader
Part 2 of current series
Sereno: It's been a week since you have been shrunk ,and your trying to relax with your lover.
Your sitting on your lovers pillow on his bunk and just lying down trying to relax after this frantic week that you have had. From Crosshair trying to tell Tech not to go too far with the experiments trying to get you back to normal. All the way trying to get used to being this size. Overall it was the hardest for you to get used to your lover being 100x your size.
Crosshair is in the cot room playing sabacc with Hunter and Wrecker in the cockpit playing sabacc. When suddenly out of Crosshair hears Tech yell over to brace themselves or something like because he's going to have to fly through an asteroid belt. Not thinking much of it Crosshair goes back to his game of sabacc with the others.
Y/n can hear tidbits of the conversation from your spot, but you freeze when you hear Crosshair say, " they are so damn annoying being so tiny". You feel your pang in your heart knowing that that's what your lover thought of you.
Crosshair soon finishes his game of sabacc. He gets up and leaves the cockpit headed to his quarters where you are. Once he arrives he sees you on his pillow sobbing.
You see your boyfriend Crosshair come in and you freeze, not wanting him to see you cry like this. Though all a sudden to your suprise he picks you up and holds you against his chest. You hear your lover Crosshair say in a soft voice that's only reserved for you,"what's wrong kitten?". You freeze and say through tears, " I'm sorry that I'm so annoying being this small."
Crosshair felt awful that his lover y/n was crying because of him. He says in a soft voice, "I wasn't talking about your physical size I was talk about all the size jokes you have been making about me lately." Crosshair then leans down and kisses your head once you've calmed down. The two of your stay cuddled up together for the rest of the night.
Fear in Safety #4
Hello fellow Rats! Tutter here with the next chapter to this series. This one mostly focuses on Wrecker and Omega's first interaction. A bit angsty, but also a smidge of fluff. Hope ya'll like, enjoy! 🐀❤️
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_Chapter 4_
As Omega succumbs to sleep, Crosshair watches her small form on his chest, shielded by his hand. He, firstly, was confused about this whole situation. Like, what could have caused this. Tech better have some sort of idea. Secondly, Cross felt a lingering pain in his chest, though he would never admit it aloud. The way Omega looked at him was nearly enough to make him almost start tearing up. Again, something he would never admit. And thirdly, He was scared for Omega. Was this permanent? What would her life be like? Would she be living in constant fear? The questions continued, but he pushed them to the back of his mind. Right now he needs to focus on Omega.
As he gazes down at her, he feels a sudden wave of wonder. She was small, very small, maybe roughly 4 inches? She looked physically ok, no bruises or cuts or mangled limbs. Every breath was miniscule, nearly impossible to spot, unless you had Crosshair's vision. And her small twitches and the rise and fall of her chest were barely felt. It was crazy to him that this was happening, but what would you expect with their family’s track record, and seamless bad luck? But, no matter what, he was going to ensure that she was safe and that she was not alone.
_Time skip_
Slowly, Omega’s mind stirs awake, taking in the telltale sounds of hushed whispers from who she can only assume are her brothers. Momentarily stretching her limbs out, she pushes her blanket off as she sits up, rubbing at her eyes to wake up. As she looks around, she stiffens. Breath caught in her throat as she looked upon the living room.
It's bigger than it should be, As the walls stretch out far, and the couch, which she realizes she is sitting on, spans out far across her vision. Yesterday’s events play in her head as she remembers, she is small, impossibly small. Cautiously, she backs up, trying to take in her surroundings as best as she can. Until her back meets a plush surface. She turns her head, spotting Lula, but she is huge, looming over Omega. Omega feels sick, this should NOT be happening, it’s just not possible. But it is, and she is possibly stuck like this. How is she gonna confront her brothers?! They are HUGE to her, just thinking about how they are able to take up her entire view sends a shiver down her spin.
Taking a minute, she stays seated, leaning against Lula. In all honesty, it’s kinda cool to see the world from this perspective, everything feels the same but also different altogether. And she notices things that otherwise would have been overlooked without a second thought. She rubs her hand against one of the many stitch works that decorate Lula. Everything is so much more detailed up close. It wouldn’t hurt to get up and try to explore a bit, just need to find a safe way down. Getting up, she walks towards the edge and cautiously looks over. It’s steep, a drop this high could be fatal. Stepping back, she walks to the pillows that rest on the middle cushion of the couch.
Just as her hand reaches out to feel the fringes of a pillow, a voice pipes up from the kitchen. “I’ma go check on ‘Mega.” she startles, facing the kitchen, she can pick up on the sounds of heavy footsteps coming her way. She needs to hide, but where!? Frantically looking around, she can only spot two options; make a run for Lula, or slip to the other side of the pile of pillows and hide in the makeshift corner. The latter seems like a better option, so pillows it is. Running to hide on the other side of the pillows, she tucks her body into the corner made by the pillows and the couch cushion.
The heavy footfalls reach the other end of the couch, presumably where she woke up at. “Wait… Where'd she…” Who she guesses is Wrecker, speaks aloud. Kark! Is he gonna start looking for her!? She shimmies further into the makeshift hiding spot. She doesn’t know what to do. She isn’t ready to face them. Not now. She knows that they would never even think of hurting her. But, just their difference in height makes her feel uneasy.
The silence is cut off when Wrecker's footsteps retreat , she can only guess, to the kitchen. Hearing distressed voices of her vod in the kitchen. Not a moment later, what she can only compare to an earthquake, enters the living room.
Hunter darts into the room, followed by the others. Wrecker's statement of Omega not being on the couch worried them greatly. What if she was stuck? Or what if she was hurt, or lost? They couldn’t risk anything happening, now more than ever. Walking in, they each scanned the room for any signs of her, she couldn’t have gone far. Hearing her brothers searching through the room sent a surge of panic up her body. She was DEFINITELY not ready to face them. The memories of being caught by Crosshair played in her mind, a shiver ran down her spine. The thought of being held again was nerve racking. Lost in thought, she didn’t hear the others stop their search.
The beeping of her comm going off brought her back to reality. “Osik!” she curses, forgetting that she still wore it on her wrist. But she quiets down at the realization of her ever growing predicament. Hunter has incredible hearing. Hunter is in the same room as her. Hunter can hear her. Hand covering her mouth, she prays that he didn’t pick up on her voice. She can’t do this, she can’t.
After what felt like forever, the pillows carefully shifted. Omega, startled by the movement, makes to dart to the end of the couch, but her leg is stuck. It’s wedged deep in between the cushions. Desperately she tugs and pulls her leg, putting all of her strength into it. Kark, she needs to run! She is a sitting duck!
“No no no no no no no!” She repeats, frantically trying to get her leg to budge. But nothing seems to work. In her haze of panic, she doesn’t notice that the pillows have been completely removed for a bit, revealing her frantic, small form to her brothers. Whom watch with mixed expressions, ranging from pity, to deep concern at her struggle. Hunter stands the closest, pillows in hand, followed by Wrecker. Wrecker takes a careful step towards the distressed girl, kneeling down slowly to see her better.
The feeling of HUGE fingers on her leg scares the Kark out of her, to put it simply. She yelps as they move her leg from between the cushions with ease. Showing off the obvious difference in power. As the leg is freed, Omega instinctively turns her body as much as she can and lands a kick to one of the oversized digits. Was she thinking? No. Was it probably a smart idea to kick at someone much larger than herself? Probably not.
The fingers let go and she falls backwards. Looking up, she catches Wreckers' hurt expression. Immediately, she feels great shame. Sure, nothing she can physically do could hurt him. But she just kicked him when he was only trying to help her. Fear and regret swirl in her mind as she looks upon the giant man. She can’t stop the tears from welling up in her eyes.
“Wr-Wrecker… I-I” She starts but fails to finish as tears trail down her cheek. She hates this, being afraid when she shouldn’t. These are her vod for crying out loud. Sure, they can be a bit rough and serious at times. But she loves them, and they love her. This primal fear of, not them specifically, but of their size was really starting to get on her nerves. If she can survive Tantiss TWICE, then she shouldn’t be having problems with being this small in the presence of her brothers! Wiping her tears with the back of her hand, she takes a deep breath in.
The sight of Wreckers looming hand outstretched towards her nearly startles her, but she holds her ground. Instead of focusing on the obvious size difference, she tries to remind herself that this Wrecker. The Wrecker that would take her to get Mantell mix after a mission, the Wrecker that would lift her onto her shoulders and run around as she laughed, the Wrecker that showed his love for others with his bear hugs. He may be large, but he is anything but dangerous. Well, to her at least.
Tentatively, his hand reaches her, thumb resting the side of her face as the rest of his digits cup behind her, lightly touching. His thumb cautiously rubs her cheek, the movement miniscule to him. His hand radiates warmth, just being close to it helps to stave off some of the chill. She craves comfort more than anything right now. Oh, how she would kill for one of his bear hugs. But she will have to make do for now, so she does the closest thing. She latches onto his thumb in a makeshift hug. Her arms barely able to reach all the way around, but she doesn’t care.
His hand stiffens, surprised by her sudden hug. But he quickly relaxes and reciprocates, his hold snug. Her quiet sobs don’t go unnoticed. As her grasp on his thumb tightens, his brows knit together.
“Hey, hey, shhh… It’s a’ok ‘mega, yer safe.” he whispers as softly as can muster, not wanting to scare more than he already has. “... can… can I pick ya up?” He musters to ask as he gazes upon his shaken sister. Who looks back up at him with wide eyes.
Considering his offer, she takes a moment to steel herself before nodding. As Wrecker slowly cups her in a single hand, she holds on tightly to his thumb. Even with how slow Wrecker moves, she still gets a pit feeling in her stomach as he stands up to his full height. Now level with his shoulders she gets a better read of the room. Remembering that they aren't alone. Spotting her brothers scattered across the room, staring at her, slightly startles her. But she is quick to push it aside. Again, these are her brothers! No need to be scared of them. Hunter stands a few feet from Wrecker, face stern but soft. His eyes search her for what she can only guess is possible injuries. Leaning against a couch arm, behind Hunter, is Tech, who keeps looking at his datapad with the occasional typing and back up at her. And Cross is nowhere to be seen, which confuses her.
Hunter is the one to break the shared silence. “Omega? You ok?... How’d-” He steps forward, getting closer to the girls. The sudden movement makes her stiffen. But, Hunter stops mid step, not moving any closer. The look in his eyes screams heartbreak. Realizing her mistake, she wills herself to relax and bite down her fear.
“I’m.., I’m ok, Hunter, I'm fine.” She states, not missing the way his shoulders relax. “I… I don’t know what happened, how… THIS happened. I’m just…” Omega continues as she gestures to herself, latching onto her much needed confidence. “I’m just so- and, and everything is so-.... What’s gonna happen?” Her question wavers in the air, Keeping her eyes on her Hunter, hopeful for an answer. Her brothers share a look, a silent conversation.
“We will figure this out, Miss Omega. one way or another.”
Fear in Safety #3
Man, two chapters in one day, I'm on a roll! I hope you lovely people like this chapter, it has a good amount of angst, but ends in tooth rotting fluff. Cross is an absolute softy when it comes to making sure Omega is ok. Enjoy, Tutter out! 🐀❤️
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_Chapter 3_
Omega yelps in distress as she feels large, strong digits wrap around her body, holding her in place. She can’t move, she’s trapped. Her breathing hitches as more tears work their way down her face. Throat seeming too small to properly breath. The giant fingers have her wrapped in a tight enough hold that she can’t wiggle her way out.
But that doesn’t stop her from attempting to escape, as she frantically pushes with her free arm, but her efforts are worthless, they don’t move. “No, No, No, No, No, No, No!” She cries as she struggles. The sudden nausea that overtakes her is nearly blinding as she can only guess that she is being lifted up from the ground. A loud, shaky gasp breaks her train of thought. Looming above her, impossibly huge, encompassing her entire field of vision, is Crosshair. The sight alone makes her flinch and her hyperventilation increases. Her mind feels clouded, she won’t be able to stay awake for long if she doesn’t figure out a way out fast.
“Omega?” A whisper, though loud to her, escapes Crosshair. He seems worried, very worried. His eyes are somewhat blown wide, brows creased down, and his mouth hangs slightly open. Open enough to see inside his mouth, toothpick limp in the corner.
“C-Cross?!” She can’t seem to break eye contact, it feels like he is staring directly into her soul.
The sudden shift of his hand causes her to jolt, breaking her eye contact. “Hey. Hey, it’s ok… It’s ok kid.” His voice impossibly soft, whispers above her as he moves his hands to gently hold her. Omega, now sitting in his cupped hands, can’t seem to keep her panic down. When she is given room, she instinctively backs up, only to meet his curled fingertips to her back. She flinches from the contact, trying her best to silence a yelp, but it still comes out. Crosshairs shoulders drop, his gaze is glazed over with sadness at her reaction.
“Omega-” The sound of Tech calling her name brings back her somewhat receding panic. As she quickly turns her head to look at Tech, who stands to the side behind Crosshair. Their collective stare on her figure makes her duck her head, the flow of panic getting stronger. Her arms wrap around her legs as she curls in on herself.
The sight of ONE of her Vod standing impossibly large scared her immensely, but TWO was an entirely different story. They are so much bigger than her, she is at their complete mercy, and that doesn’t sit right with her. They could do whatever they wanted, that thought made her feel small, useless. As her lungs continued to heave, a finger met her back in a rubbing motion, an attempt to calm her. But it did the opposite as she shied away violently from the touch. Crosshair released a sigh as he kept his gaze on her shaking form, wishing to provide her comfort, but he didn’t know how.
Tech's eyes darted towards the coach as he lifted his hand onto Cross’ shoulder and motioned towards it with his head. Cross nodded in understanding, making his way over, his strides impossibly long, each step shaking her form. He gave her an apologetic glance at the movement. As he knelt down beside the black family couch, Tech set a few pillows to act as a seat of sorts, elevating her from the couch. Crosshair, ever so gently, laid her shaken body on the pillows, and backed up a bit, taking a seat next to Tech in front of the couch, now meeting eye to eye with Omega. The silence was almost deafening as they continued to stare at each other, not knowing what to say.
Tech is the first to speak. “Omega… What… happened?” he silently questioned his hand gesturing to her small, curled up form.
His question broke her from her frightened trance, and she looked down at herself, unsure how to respond. “I-I... don’t kn-know…. I’m sorry.” she responds quietly, her face turned to the side avoiding their gaze. A quiet sob escapes her quivering lips, the backs of her hands reaching her eyes in a feeble attempt to brush off the tears.
“Omega, it is perfectly fine to feel scared in a situation such as this, we do not judge you for that. You are safe, we are here for you.” Tech’s statement brings her a bit of comfort that helps her bite the panic down a notch. She nods in understanding as she meets his gaze.
Her breath hitches in the back of her throat as a single digit, presumably Cross’ thumb, reaches towards her. It stops moving, she breathes in and steals herself as she looks at him and gives him a small nod. His thumb continues to move closer at a snail's pace till it gently rests on her arm, rubbing up and down. His touch is notably warm, her body instinctively leans into the comforting touch, though he momentarily freezes for a sec before continuing to comfort her.
Tech gets up and backs up, walking towards the door, he turns back. “I’m gonna com Hunter and Wrecker, update them on… this. I’ll be right back.” And with that, he steps out the door, leaving Omega and Crosshair in the living room.
They continue to enjoy the quiet and relax, or as much as Omega could. Her stomach was still set in what felt like a permanent drop. Looking up made her uneasy. “Quiet doesn’t suit you kid. What’s up?” He asks with a knowing smile.
Omega has to do a double take, unsure at first if it was intentional or not. “Did… Did you seriously just use a pun?” Omega deadpans as his smirk widens. Why that little-
“Well, you know what they say, being short has its ups and downs, but mostly downs.” he finishes, barely containing the small huff of laughter that threatens to make itself known.
“Why you little-” she jokingly retorts before Crosshair snorts and starts to double over, failing to cover a wheeze. Omega tilts her head, unsure what was so funny until it connects.
“No… I did not just make a pun… No.” She airs out her realization in a fit of giggles. Crosshair continues to muffle his cackling for Omega’s sake as she joins him with her own laughter. As their laughter died down, Omega notes how her eyes keep on dropping.
She doesn’t know how she feels about sleeping at the moment, but her decision is already made. “I’ll keep watch if you need kid, it’s ok.” Crosshair senses her drowsiness. His eyes scanning her exhausted form, her eyes red and puffy, and her hair all over the place.
“you .. you sure?” Omega asks quietly. Sure, she feels uneasy, but this Cross, her “little” brother.
“Deadly” he responds, getting a small giggle from the girl. She nods her head and looks around. Understanding her uneasiness of the situation, he takes it upon himself to gently pick her up and hold her as he sits back against the couch. She responds with a startled yelp, but he shushes her, cradling her small form to his chest as she lets sleep take over as she listens to the welcoming beat of his heart.
This, hands down, has got to be one of THE best g/t writings I've ever had fortune of reading!! 🐁❤️
Tiny!Omega AU - The Bad Batch
Here it is! The first chapter of my shorter project.
If you’ll enjoy please don’t forget to reblog!
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Hunter heard a shout. It was so small even he almost missed it. But it made him stop in his tracks.
“Omega?” he was spinning in place, looking for the source of the faint voice he heard. He’d recognize his little sister’s anywhere. Suddenly he saw a tiny figure standing on one of the rocks right by the sea. He got closer. Once he was close enough, he couldn’t believe his eyes.
His little- well, older- sister, was looking up at him from the rock she was on, at about 9 centimeters tall. She was as big as his hand. He was standing there looking down at her in disbelief for what seemed like forever. He didn’t even know where to begin asking questions. But it was broken when one of the bigger waves splashed on the rock she was standing on and his dad instinct kicked in; as soon as Omega turned around to look at what was rushing towards her, she was whisked away as Hunter grabbed her in his hands, so fast her breath was taken away from her. He held her close to his chest as the wave crashed on the rock. She could feel him breathing heavily. He was holding her quite tightly, but too tight she couldn’t breathe.
“Hunt-“
“Omega! What is this, what happened to you? Do you have any idea how dangerous it is going out without telling me?” He was holding her up to his face, all of her field of vision was just him. She began panicking. Before he could get an answer, he felt though his fingers that her breath increase in speed as tears started streaming down her face. Hunter was taken aback. This took him back to the time on Cut’s farm. He remembered what he told him. He felt a little guilty then.
“I don’t know!... I didn’t even know when I fell asleep, but I woke up like this. Hunter… please I… I don’t know what to do I-“ she began sobbing uncontrollably and Hunter was left there in shock, holding a tiny person I his hands.he just stared. What can he do? He turned to look at the sea, hearing the sea birds start circling them. He feared they might grab at her so he began sprinting up towards the Marauder at the top of the mountain.
Hunter passed by the people of Pabu without giving them a second glance, hugging Omega to his chest. He didn’t want to cause a scene by someone seeing a tiny person, so he held her tight and covered her with his whole hands.
Omega felt a drop in her stomach when Hunter took off without warning, and that was enough to break her out of the panic attack. She heard Hunter brushing against people as he ran up the mountain, and she felt him slowly beginning breathing heavier even through his armor. She could do nothing but wait and endure the bumps and uneven surface she was sitting on. She was surrounded by him, his fingers curling around her as his palm was used as a seat. Only sun beams came through, and she wasn’t able to see much but her brother’s giant digits. That thought made her heart drop to her stomach again. How was she so small he could actually hold her in his hands? She was the height of his waist just a few hours ago and she wasn’t even done growing. How could this have happened? So many questions and none were answerable.
Before long, Hunter arrived at the top of the mountain that contains the little town of Pabu and ran up the ship’s stairs. He placed Omega carefully on the dashboard before falling into the nearest chair he could find. Omega was frozen in place, watching every movement of his. Even though he was further away now, he was still so… huge. She could feel the subtle vibrations in the ship after every step he took, not to mention the earthquake that was him falling in the chair. But when his gaze fell on her again, that was something else. She gulped. She knew she didn’t need to fear him. He was Hunter, her big little brother. He always took care of her and saved her every time she was in danger. But now… just the absolute sheer size of him gave her pause. She felt helpless, thinking about just how easily he whisked her off of her feet back on the beach.
She saw his expression change. After he caught his breath, his eyes became softer yet held some concern in them. But he said nothing. He just observed her.
On his end, however, all he could see was his terrified little girl from the time they came to rescue her for the first time on Kamino. Nothing actually changed much in the way he saw her. He was merely confused as to how this could have happened. In all his time as a soldier he has never encountered such a peculiar situation. He didn’t know what to do, how to comfort her. It seemed like anything that he might do might scare her, and the last thing he wanted in the world was for her to be scared of him. And she was staring at him with those big eyes of hers, like a deer in headlights. It hurt him to see her like this. He just had to do something about it, but what?
“Omega…” He whispered, his voice giving way to no emotion. Her eyes bounced and fixated on his face. He leaned in, but she cowered away instinctively, and he froze. “Don’t be afraid.” He persisted and drew closer. Omega didn’t move. Her heart told her to run, but her head knew she didn’t need to. Hunter came close enough to touch her, and he slowly brushed his fingers around her face. She could see worry in his face; his eyebrows pressed together above his nose. He was examining her so carefully and touching her face so gently she barely even felt it. And when his fingers came into contact with her skin, she felt the need to just hold them right there. His touch was comforting. She leaned in closer and closed her eyes, using her entire arms to keep him from moving. He smiled and his face softened.
“I should contact the rest of the batch.” He exhaled. How they would give them the news was beyond him, but they should know, nevertheless. He slowly pulled away and walked over to his helmet and put it on. Clicking on the button near his ear, turning on the comms.
“99, anyone copy?”
“Copy,” Echo’s voice came on first, almost immediately after Hunter made the call.
“We have a situation.”
Soon, everyone else answered, and he urged them to come back to the ship for a meeting, something urgent. Wrecker groaned, as usual, having been in the middle of something, but he came, nonetheless. They all gathered in the hanger minutes later, looking at Hunter expectantly.
“Well, what is it?” Wrecker asked impatiently. None of the men in the batch seemed to have noticed their tiny sister on the dashboard.
“Something weird happened. I don’t know yet what caused it, but Omega’s… well,” he glanced over at her, and everyone followed his gaze.
“What the-“ as if right on queue they all just gasped. Even Tech showed surprise on his face. Omega felt like she wanted the earth to just swallow her whole. Wrecker stomped over, his face suddenly taking on the entirety of her field of vision.
“THAT’s Omega?” He exclaimed and made Omega cover her ears. That was too much for her.
“Wrecker, be gentle…” Hunter shoved him away as he mumbled an apology. He then scooped her up and held her to their eye level as she cowered. Being cornered like that in front of four giant men made her feel so exposed. A frightening thought popped into her head- they could literally do whatever they wanted with her, like a doll. Hunter held her up like. Trophy, and she had nowhere to hide. For the. First tie ever, she was scared of her brothers.
Echo, shaking off his shock, was the first to notice.
“Hunter, let her have some space, come on.” He gently took her from Hunter’s hands and placed her back on the dashboard. Hunter felt a pinch of guilt in his heart. He never meant to put her on the spot like that. “Are you okay? what happened?” Echo lowered himself to her eye level, so she won’t have to strain her neck looking up at him. Omega was still cowering. She raised her courage and told them about how she woke up on the beach alone, the size of a commlink, as Hunter was looking for her, and how he saved her from the giant wave that threatened to drown her, how he ran up the entire mountain to get her to the safety of their starship. At the end of her story, she’d left Echo pondering.
“And you don’t know what made you like this? You can’t recall anything, can you?”
“No, sorry…”
“It’s okay, we’ll figure it out.” Echo turned around to the rest of his brothers. “So, what do we do now?”
“We’ve got to figure out what got Omega into this state. Echo, Tech, you two go don to the beach and search it for anything out of the ordinary. Wrecker, you go get something to eat. I’ll stay here with Omega.” Hunter took the lead as usual, and everyone nodded and went off to their tasks. Echo glanced back at Omega with a reassuring smile before leaving
Fear in Safety #2
Hello fellow lovely rats, I, Tutter, have now finished my second chapter of this g/t series featuring the Bad Batch. Credits to gt-abby for the inspiration. I hope you enjoy this angsty chapter, It's a good one.
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_Chapter 2_
Bright light greets Omega’s vision as she comes to consciousness, noting the aching that seems to be present all over her body. She sits up, her hands messaging her temple and eyes. Her last moments feel a bit muddled. Omega assesses herself, beside the aching, she is just cold. Too cold. She gets a proper look in front of her and stops in confusion, why is the floor stretched… so… Far… out? Her eyes glance further up and her breath hitches as it dawns on her what lays before her.
“What.. the. Kriff?! I- W-what in the-” Her voice barely above a whisper and shaky as she takes in the sight of her family's kitchen bigger, much, much bigger than it should be. Cabinets and shelves loom over her like the tallest buildings of Coruscant, the ceiling impossibly stretched far above her. A mix of awe and dread, mostly dread, left a deep, swirling pit in her stomach, as if a trap door had sprung open beneath her and dropped her flailing body into an endless void. Thoughts start to plague her, her breathing quickens, hands clench the sides of her head as she curls in on herself. Before her mind could continue its growing panic, her wrist comm goes off.
“Havoc 2? Do you copy?.... Omega?” Hunter’s voice sounds from her device, A tone of panic apparent. Not good, he is worried. Though it is enough to push a little bit of the panic at bay. For now that is.
“Hu-Havoc 1, I-I cop-copy. What’s the.. The situation?” she curses her stuttered response. He’ll definitely notice her stressed tone.
“Just wanted to check in on you, weren’t answering for a minute. Are you ok? You don’t sound alright. What’s… what’s the matter Omega? Are you in danger?!” concern rings through. He caught onto her panic. Kriff.
“You-you could s-say that? I guess?” She responds, she doesn't know how she should proceed without scaring him one way or another. But what else could she do!? She was impossibly small, smaller than one should ever find themselves!
“What do you mean by that Omega?” His question, laced with palpable confusion.
Omega took a second to think out her response, taking a breath she continues, “I’m not in d-danger, just, a bit… a bit out of sorts. I have NO idea what is going on, b-but… I don’t re-really think it’s something I can possibly explain over a-a comm, more or s-so… show in person. I am sorry, but I am just …just, really, really freaked out right now Hunter.” She finishes, her breathing less hectic, not completely, but it’s better than nothing. She at least feels a lil bit less lightheaded, something she just realized.
The comm is quiet for a few seconds, a small light beeping from the device on her wrist. She hears him take a breath from the other side, “So… You are not in any danger. But you are freaked out and don’t know how to explain it?” He parrots back to Omega.
“Basically. I-” she starts back when Hunter cuts in.
“I’ll com Cross and Tech to check on ya, You are still at the house, right?” His statement cuts into her, the thought of the others seeing her, or her seeing them, hadn’t crossed her mind, till now.
Her breathing quickens again, hands becoming clammy and sweaty. “Ye- Wa-wait! Hunter, I don- I don’t know if th-that’s a-” Her attempts at pleading were for not as the call went dead. It was too late. They were gonna see, they were gonna see her diminished size. And she… she was gonna see their looming forms. If the lower cabinets are enough to make her stomach drop with anxiety, what would happen if she were to face them!? The sound of the front door creaking open alerted Omega back into reality, her body going off of instinct as she darted, aiming to hide under the lower cabinet ledge. Her heartbeat drowned out her thoughts, her body stuck in a fight or flight mode. Her breathing was dangerously loud with her heaving for oxygen. Eyes wide as she heard their booming voices calling for her. Their footfalls like earthquakes that shook her very being to the core.
“Miss Omega?! Are you here?” Tech seemed to impossibly shout louder than she thought was possible. She brought up her hands to cover her ears, hoping for some solas that it will help with the noise. Their footsteps echoed throughout the house as they checked every room till they seemed to stop.
Even in another part of the house, she could hear their conversation, “Where could she be?! Hunter said that she was home!” Crosshairs unmistakable voice boomed with his usual raspiness.
“I haven't the slightest clue as to where she may possibly be at as we have searched the whole house.” Tech states in his usual fashion.
Omega could possibly hear Cross’ eyes rolling, “What do you propose we do? Got any bright idea’s Mr. Glasses?!” He snarked back, though she could pick up worry lacing his snarkiness.
“No need to worry Crosshair, as Hunter requested of me to set up a series of hidden cameras around for safety purposes.” Tech’s statement sent Omega’s panic into overdrive. Camera!? They’ll see her, They’ll find her, They’ll…. They’ll… She doesn’t know what will happen when they find her, but she doesn’t want to know. Her fear has taken over any and all rational thought. She can’t seem to think about anything good coming out of her brothers, her Vod, finding her in this state.
The house is deathly quiet as she presumes that Tech has pulled up the camera’s video feeds and is going over them for signs of her. After what felt like forever, she picks up on a quiet, yet surprised “oh” from Tech. Followed by a clear as day “What in actual Kriff did we just watch?” from Crosshair. Taking into account that they must have seen her diminished size on the feed, she bolts out of her hiding spot, racing as fast as her legs can go towards the wide open door. The moment she is running, she can feel their thunderous footfalls racing to her position. She can’t face them, not like this. She exerts more force into her steps as tears blur her view of the door. They are getting dangerously close, She reckons she is only about halfway to the door when they make it to the living room hallway.
“Omega!!” A shout, so loud that she violently flinches, nearly tripping, sounds from Tech, or was it Cross? That doesn’t matter as her only goal is to make it out the door. Right when she is about 4 feet from the door, it slams shut at an alarming speed, her ears ringing. Realization hits when a deafening step crashes to her side and the sight of long, outstretched fingers comes into view.
“NO!” she jolts from the path of the giant hand and darts to the side, now setting her sights on the couch. As tears smear her face, she doesn’t seem to catch onto the hand that reaches for her from behind. Until it's too late.
Fear in Safety
Here y'all go ya lovely people, my first ever fic, this will count as the first chapter of this series that is based off of gt-abby's wonderful idea (tiny-Omega). I hope y'all enjoy! 🐀❤️
Here is the link to her Tumblr- https://www.tumblr.com/gt-abby
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(setting/introduction) It had been about 2 months since the fall of Tantis. In this world, Tech survived the fall and was found during Omega and Crosshairs first escape, said fall had resulted in him losing a leg and needing spinal implants. Now, in their present time, they live on Pabu, their new home dubbed “Marauder #2”. Echo still helps Rex with finding their brothers and rebelling against the Empire, but he makes a point to visit when he can. Wrecker helps around at the docks, Tech has taken up on improving the education of the island, Hunter helps with the town's trades and shipments, and Cross has taken up tsunami/weather watching. During Omega’s time stuck on Tantis, Hemlock took an interest in conducting an experiment, one that Omega hardly even remembers and practically forgets altogether. But, it would have an ever-present effect on her life, she just won’t know till it is too late…. Or is it?
_Chapter 1_
Today was a normal average day on Pabu for their family, or as normal as you can get in a household full of ex-military men. They had decided to settle permanently on Pabu after Tantiss. They knew that they couldn’t take any more chances, too many close calls and near deaths had left a sour taste. Now they were safe and living peacefully. Echo still worked with Rex, but he made as much time as he could to be home. It was nearly mid-day, Hunter was running a few errands with Batcher in tow, and Tech and Cross were working outside on a speeder project. Leaving Wrecker as her current company.
“Ay ‘meg, wanna watch a holo ‘fore I leave?” Wrecker offered in his usual loud manner.
Omega had almost forgotten that Wrecker had an appointment for his back, something about a possible damage from overuse? “Oh, um, yea sure. What do you have in mind?” she responded timidly as she sat up straighter.
—Time Skip—
About halfway through the holo, Wrecker had to leave or else he’d be late. He pulled Omega in for a quick hug, figuratively squeezing the life out of her.
“Be good will ya? Don’t cause trouble while am gone.” He stated as he set her back on the ground, a joking smile creased his face. His hand came up and ruffled her hair.
“No promises Wreck, trouble is my middle name.” Omega giggled, a pointed finger raised as if to make her point.
Wrecker's eyes lit up with mock confusion, playing along with her joke “you have a middle name? Since when?!” He boomed, his face crinkled in amusement.
“I kid, I kid Wreck, I’ll try my best, but no promises. I’ll see you soon Vod.” Omega smiled as Wrecker turned to leave, waving bye as he exited. Omega sat back down on the family couch as she continued to watch the holo.
—Time Skip—
After a bit, Omega reasoned that she should get something to snack on, Hunter wouldn’t be all too happy if she skipped a meal, again. So, she picked herself up and waltzed over to the kitchen. She took stock of what was available and decided on her meal. As she reached into one of the cupboards, nausea bristled in her head, pulling her hand back to smooth out her creased forehead. All too soon, black spots dotted her vision till it took over completely.
More to come soon!❤️