Happy Hug A Tiny Day!!

Happy Hug a Tiny Day!!

When yer s/o is so exhausted they act like a limp ragdoll in your hands (at least until you smother them with a giant hug)

other aromantic g/t creators focusing on non-romantic content where are you

Foresight is 20/20- Part 3/4

Warnings: Mentions of past broken bones, mild fearplay. If I missed any, let me know!

Here is the 2nd to final part of this story! I’m writing the next chapter already and it’s pure fluff.

“Be careful, Izuku.”

The borrower ignored the warning and continued climbing up the expanse of white fabric. His arm was healed and he was absolutely taking advantage of having his mobility back in the most awkward way he could.

Climbing over Mirai and giving the human many near-heart attacks.

Grasping the edge of the pocket, Izuku climbed in, leaning his back against Mirai’s chest. Being in his pocket, he could hear the slow thumping of the man’s heart and it was soothing.

“I’m always careful.” he called, grinning when he felt the sigh Mirai heaved at his shenanigans.

After a long seven weeks, Izuku could confidently say he wasn’t afraid of Mirai anymore. The first time he’d picked him up after breaking his arm, Izuku panicked so hard he blacked out. Now, he was sure Mirai probably wished he had a little more fear for himself considering he made the perfect climbing frame.

“You are a strange child, Izuku.” Mirai’s hand came to settle over the pocket Izuku curled up in, like he was reassuring himself that Izuku really was as okay as he said. “Alright, are you ready to go?” Mirai asked.

“Yep!” he chirped and rested his chin on the edge of the pocket.

Mirai promised to take Izuku back to his home in the agency now his arm had healed. He was excited to get back and see Katsuki and Ochako again.

“Remember to keep your head down.” Mirai said as he walked and Izuku hummed in agreement as he ducked back into the pocket.

He clutched his bag close to him and kept his breathing quiet. Leaning his head against Mirai’s chest, he focused on the steady sound of human’s heartbeat. It was surprisingly pleasant to listen to, if jarring because of how loud it was when he was that close.

Past the fear that had been a constant in his life, he’d always been intrigued by just how similar humans and borrowers were. They were just borrowers but bigger!

After spending the past seven weeks with Mirai, he would just find himself looking between his own tiny self and the human. When he got comfortable being held, he’d just sit in the palm of Mirai’s hand, staring at the swirls of his fingerprints and compare them to his own.

“We’re here, Izuku.” Mirai murmured, pulling him from his thoughts and he peeked from the top of the pocket.

The office was only distantly familiar, since the borrowers living in the agency could never pluck up the nerve to try and take anything from the most observant human. Still, it was familiar enough he was comforted by the sight.

Mirai held up a hand to the pocket and Izuku climbed onto it. “Is there anywhere in particular you want to be set down?” he asked.

“Your desk please.” He hopped off the hand, watching Mirai as he sat and opened his laptop. Izuku would go home later, but for now he was content to watch Mirai work.

“You’ll be sticking around for now?” Mirai asked and Izuku hummed.

“Yeah, it sounds weird but I still want to spend time with you.” Izuku blushed, embarrassed at his own admitted clinginess. “And I’ll definitely still visit you!” he declared.

Mirai smiled softly at him. “I’d like that.”

——

Izuku was missing.

He’d been missing for 3 months. He’d gone borrowing one day and just hadn’t come back.

Katsuki was losing hope. It was a childish hope that made him believe Izuku would just come back one day, completely fine, grinning and rambling about the adventures he’d been on while he was gone. He just wanted his friend back so badly it hurt.

He went around like normal but the absence of his best friend’s constant chatter while he borrowed made it seem so lonely.

Ochako had been trying her best to keep his spirits up, coming with him on his usual borrowing trips. She usually would focus more on fixing clothes since Izuku was clumsy but without him there, there wasn’t as much of a need.

So she joined him.

Katsuki blamed himself for this. He should’ve kept a better look out with Ochako being so unpracticed. He should’ve seen the loud blonde human coming ages away.

But he didn’t.

He didn’t even notice the human’s presence until he was snatched up in a fist. Ochako certainly did when she heard his yelp but she was grabbed before she could run.

Katsuki struggled but the grip was unrelenting, the overbearing heat stifling as he gasped for breath past his fear. What was the human going to do with them? Throw them in some cage to ogle at?

Katsuki wanted to scream and yell at the human to put them down, but he didn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to say even a word. The rule about not speaking to humans was the only thing that he could even think about.

The human ran, sending Katsuki’s stomach reeling and bile burned at the back of his throat. His vision blurred before he clenched his eyes shut.

There was the sound of a door being slammed open. Something was said that made his ears ring with it’s volume and he felt himself falling.

He snapped his eyes open as he slammed into a solid surface. Katsuki paled when he realised it was a pair of hands and he immediately grabbed Ochako, pulling her close.

Mentally, he hoped that it wasn’t who he thought it was. That it was any other human but that one. His eyes trailed up and locked onto the cold golden gaze of the one human he desperately hoped it wouldn’t be.

It was just his luck they’d be given straight to Nighteye himself.

——

“Sir! I found something!”

Mirai looked up as Mirio barrelled into his office. Izuku was hidden by his laptop screen, but he stood and walked over to his intern just to be safe.

“What is it, Mirio?” he asked and the teen thrust his hands out, something gripped in each fist. Mirai took the things dropped into his hands out of instinct before he could even register what they were.

When he did, however, his eyes widened.

It was a pair of borrowers. A brown haired girl and a blonde boy who stared up at him with terror in their faces as they clutched to each other desperately.

“Where did you find them?” he asked the blonde, keeping his tone cool.

“They were in the kitchen for some reason.” Mirio answered. It made sense, considering it was where he found Izuku. The boy had explained that borrowers took things from humans which included food and what could be classified as junk. A kitchen was the best place for both, apparently.

“Alright. I’ll deal with this,” he didn’t miss the flinches that phrase got, “Thank you, Mirio.” he dismissed the teen and turned his attention to the borrowers in his hands.

The boy stood shakily in front of the other, glaring defiantly up at Mirai.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you.” he said softly, walking to his desk and laying his hands down, where the pair shot off like they’d been burned. They kept their eyes on him, cautious and obviously distrusting.

“What was it-” Izuku poked his head around the laptop and his eyes met the other two borrowers.

“Izuku!”

It wasn’t surprising that all of them knew each other. He felt awful that he’d kept Izuku from his friends for so long but he couldn’t find it in himself to regret it. Even Izuku admitted injuries like his broken arm made borrowing near-impossible.

“Where were you!” the blonde one yelled but it was obvious he was worried as he fretted over Izuku.

“I was with Mirai,” Izuku said, gesturing up at him, much to the obvious horror of the other two. Mirai tried not to be too offended that every borrower seemed even more terrified of him than of any other human. Was he really that scary?

“Izuku, you know how dangerous that is!” The brunette was trying to be quiet but didn’t succeed.

——

Izuku pouted at Ochako. “He helped me when I broke my arm!” he protested, leaving out the fact that Mirai was responsible for said broken arm.

“You broke your arm?” Katsuki paled and Izuku knew the thoughts of everything that could’ve gone wrong, living life as a borrower with only the use of one hand. Ochako looked equally horrified.

“It’s fine, see.” he rolled up his sleeve and showed he still had full motion in his arm. They both scrutinised him for a long moment before deeming it healed.

“I’m glad you’re okay but you need to be more careful, Izuku.” Ochako scolded, flicking him softly on the forehead. He whined but didn’t object because she was right.

Katsuki pulled him into a fierce hug and Ochako joined soon after, leaving Izuku content, if a little squished. They stayed like that for a while until Katsuki pulled away and turned on his heel to face Mirai.

The human had moved to give them a moment of privacy and he was again sat at his laptop, completely ignoring the borrower trio.

Katsuki marched over and hesitated only for a split second before he walked along the strip of plastic between the keyboard and the screen, standing where he’d block anything important. Izuku trusted Mirai but he couldn’t help the spike of fear at Katsuki’s brazen actions and he had to stop Ochako from running after him.

Obviously Katsuki wanted the human’s attention and he definitely had it.

“Why did you take Izuku?” He asked, crossing his arms and glaring up at Mirai. Izuku knew he was clutching his arms to hide the shaking of his hands and Katsuki’s legs stayed tense.

“I didn’t mean to,” Mirai said, slowly moving his hands away from Katsuki and settling them in his lap, “I found him passed out and assumed he was a doll of some kind.” His voice was low and open as he explained himself and Izuku was thankful that Mirai didn’t take offence to Katsuki interrogating him.

Katsuki glared even harder, like he was trying to figure out if Mirai was lying. He huffed but stopped glaring as hard, returning to his base levels of glaring.

“Okay. I believe you,” he declared, “but I don’t trust you!”

Mirai nodded. “That’s understandable, Izuku needed time to trust me as well but could you please get off my laptop? I have a lot of work to be done.”

Blinking at the human in surprise at the casual way he talked to him, Katsuki did what Mirai asked. He got a small smile from the human that seemed to confuse him further.

——

Katsuki thought he knew everything about humans.

They were cruel, loud and big. That’s all he needed to know. Stay away from humans and never trust any of them.

But then Izuku came back, vouching for a human. He wasn’t stupid: if anything, Izuku was one of the smartest borrowers Katsuki had ever met. For Izuku to be trusting a human, there had to be a good reason.

He figured he may as well try and test the human’s patience while getting an answer to his question. So he stood directly on the human’s laptop, where he couldn’t be ignored.

But Mirai didn’t lash out or even snap at him, even purposefully stopping his work to move his hands away. It was a level of consideration he hadn’t expected out of the human responsible for Izuku disappearing for 3 months.

Maybe… there were a few exceptions to the rules.

——

Introducing other borrowers occurred to me and I just hope that inspiration doesn’t hit like a bus because I already have a good few WIPs and abandoned projects I may revisit.

show your fangs (2/2)

warnings: illness, past trauma, threats, arguing, injury/blood mention, dehumanizing language from an antagonist, enemies to friends speedrun edition

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Janus found the encampment at the southern end of his woods, not far from where Virgil and Elli had parted.

It seemed to be a group of mercenaries, going by the metal-and-leather armor and assortment of scars each of them bore. He didn’t obviously didn’t tolerate human bounty hunters in his forest, but they were far enough away from the woods that if he hadn’t been searching, he likely would have dismissed them as another gaggle of normal passerby.

They didn’t seem to have any intention to get closer, either, only ever glancing in that direction with the familiar wariness or disgust that most humans wore while regarding his sanctuary.

Instead, they were moving along at a moderate, steady pace, with all the assuredness of a wolf running down an exhausted deer. Janus recalled the dark shadows underneath Virgil’s eyes, and felt that the comparison was far too apt.

The forest wasn’t what they’d come for.

Janus’s displeasure made the trees’ branches rattle all the same.

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thinking heavily about a little rustic town out west that’s far too big for my tiny self, but i manage to make it in and find a little home out of the way. i’ve never interacted with giants before, but the town is mixed size, and i try to get over my skittishness quick. the only place i can find a job at is a rough bar, where the bartender sizes me up carefully before saying i can wash the dishes, the decorative ones that have nooks and crannies too tiny for his fingers to reach. each of his fingers are twice as tall am and i’m half sure it’s just pity, but he gives me more than enough food to live off of, and when the bar closes we work together in silence. the kind of silence that feels like a soft blanket. sometimes, when we finish closing, he pours me a thimble and him an ocean of whiskey, and we sit together in our drunken warmth, and he plays with his straw like he wishes he was fidgeting with something else.

Foresight is 20/20- Part 1/4

Warnings: A person being treated like an object, referring to a person as ‘it’, fearplay, non-consensual (non-sexual) touching, mentions of vore but none takes place, mentions of dissection/torture but none happens and a general warning for Izuku having pretty dark thoughts. If I missed any please let me know!

This is my first post so I’m really nervous but here we go! There’s a surprising lack of g/t for mha and I took that as a challenge! Have some giant Sir Nighteye and tiny Midoryia.

Rubbing his eyes, Mirai sighed and leaned back in his chair. This case was impossible! Some woman with an untraceable brainwashing Quirk had robbed a bank and they couldn’t find her. There’d been no leads when they checked the Quirk Registry and all they had to go off was a few minutes of security footage.

There was no use in continuing what he was doing. It was late, he was exhausted and his laptop was looking more frustrating every second.

Standing up, he stretched out the ache in his limbs and he went down to the agency’s kitchen to have a last cup of tea before he left for the night. Luckily, Centipeder had left out the camomile tea and the corner of Mirai’s lips twitched upwards. It was obviously a jab at his workaholic tendencies, but it was a considerate gesture.

It was as he was sipping his tea that he noticed something laying on the counter and he squinted at it. A doll? Had Eri left it when she was visiting earlier?

Picking it up, Mirai turned it over in his hand, admiring the detailed craftsmanship. Pale, freckled skin, soft, fluffy green hair, even handmade clothes with near-invisible stitching. It looked exactly like a tiny human. He had to wonder if it was made using some kind of Quirk — a Quirk that let them zoom in the see the finer details, most likely.

Gently placing it in his pocket to give back to the girl the next time he saw her, Mirai forgot about the doll.

He finished his tea, packed up his things and went home. The drive was peaceful, considering it was nearly 11 pm and most sane people were asleep. He loved quiet nights and he basked in the only noise being the soft murmur of the radio.

When he got in, he hung up his blazer and quickly changed into his pyjamas. He barely remembered to brush his teeth and wash the product out of his hair before he collapsed into his bed and curled under the covers.

——

Izuku woke up to complete darkness.

It wasn’t the darkness of his home inside the walls, where he still got the soft light of the morning through a little peephole he’d made. He couldn’t see anything and he felt around blindly.

There was fabric surrounding him completely, soft to the touch and smooth. Following the fabric upwards, he stood up and, on his tiptoes, he could feel a flap of some kind.

It was like…

A pocket.

Izuku froze at the thought. He’d been shoved in a pocket and the material was really nice so it could only be one person.

Sir Nighteye. Or Mirai Sasaki. People called him both. He was the head of the hero agency Izuku lived in.

Nighteye was a cold, calculated man that terrified Izuku to his very core. His mama had always warned him about humans like that: they were the first ones to notice when things went missing. But Nighteye was also mean to people his own — well, just humans, considering Nighteye towered over other humans too — size. Izuku had no doubts he’d want to get rid of a borrower, seeing him as a pest.

Holding his breath, Izuku listened carefully but didn’t hear anything and decided to risk it.

Jumping up, he caught the lip of the pocket, half pulling himself up half using his feet to try and get some traction. He got up the side, holding himself up by the shoulders as he looked around. The blazer he was in the pocket of looked like it’d been hung up and Izuku knew the drop would at least break his leg, if not worse.

Digging his hook into the fabric of the pocket, Izuku let the thread dangle down. It didn’t reach the floor all the way but he’d survive that drop. Kicking his leg over the edge, he held onto the thread in a death grip and started slowly shimmying down the wire. The final few inches he dropped without a problem and he tugged his hook down after him.

Glancing around, he didn’t recognise anything around him and cold dread washed over him. Had he been taken to Nighteye’s house? How was he meant to get back?

Sticking closely to the baseboards, Izuku snuck around to get the layout, finding what looked like a living room connected to a kitchen. Upon seeing the kitchen, his stomach reminded him he hadn’t eaten and he padded quietly towards the nearest counter.

Tossing his hook up, it caught on the counter first try and when Izuku tugged on it, there wasn’t any shifting. Climbing up expertly, Izuku heaved himself onto the counter, unhooking his rope and spooling it back up.

He looked around, searching for anything that had been left out and he lit up when he saw a plate of cookies. Immediately, Izuku sprinted over and snatched one up — they were small enough he could carry a whole one — breaking it in half. One half went in his satchel while he bit into the other with a muffled sound of delight.

So good!

He didn’t usually get sweets so the taste of chocolate was amazing. When he was younger, his mother used to borrow a piece of chocolate or something else sweet for them to share on their birthdays as a treat. The thought of his mother was bittersweet, but Izuku pushed it aside.

He finished the half of the cookie he’d broken off and contemplated grabbing another when he heard it.

“—orning. Yes, I’ll be in the office today.”

His blood froze at the familiar voice, but there wasn’t anywhere to hide. The countertop was bare of any clutter. He could only whip around on his heel and tremble as Nighteye entered the kitchen, a phone held up to his ear.

“Of course I stayed late. Bubble Girl didn’t file her reports correctly and I had to fix it.”

Nighteye’s voice was sharp and Izuku flinched when equally piercing golden eyes locked onto him. In the blink of an eye, he loomed over Izuku, overwhelming in every sense of the word.

“Yes. I’m aware. I’ll be dealing with her situation later.”

A giant hand snatched Izuku up in a bruising grip like he was nothing, trapping his arms by his side and lifting him at a dizzying speed. Nighteye scanned over him with unabashed fascination, eyes flickering at every strained breath and twitch.

Izuku couldn’t even bring himself to scream or cry under that gaze.

“I remember. I’ll be baking them tonight. I have a new ingredient I’ve never used before and I’m eager to try.”

The borrower’s mind blanked, burning terror coursing through him as he processed the words spoken. Surely he didn’t mean Izuku… he- he couldn’t. Why would he… Oh no. Oh no. Nonono. Ohkamiohkami…

The hand clutching him moved and his vision blurred, barely catching Nighteye pinning his phone between his ear and shoulder, freeing his other hand.

His vision focused in time to see the maw of a jar and his heart plummeted.

“Yes, I may be a little delayed. A… situation came up, but it’s been dealt with.”

Izuku was dropped into the jar, hitting the bottom with a thud that knocked the breath out of him, leaving him gasping for air. A cookie was also dropped in, more carefully than he was so it didn’t land on him. The cap was screwed on and Izuku was only thankful it had holes in so he wouldn’t suffocate. He’d rather be eaten than suffocated.

“I’ll see you in the office.”

Nighteye swept out of the room, leaving Izuku in a jar on the counter. He held his freshly regained breath but Nighteye didn’t come back and there was the distant sound of the front door closing.

The tears that had been building spilled down his cheeks. He’d been caught. Oh god, he was gonna die. He was gonna be eaten!

He let himself cry for a long while, heaving sobs that wracked his entire body.

It was only when his tears ran dry that he forced himself to focus. Rubbing his sleeves into his eyes, Izuku took a few deep breaths. He had time. Nighteye had gone for his shift so he had the opportunity to get out and hopefully find somewhere to hide from the human.

He took the cookie that was in the jar with him, shoving it in his satchel before taking it off.

Glancing between the counter and the floor, he estimated that he’d be able to survive if he was careful. The jar was glass and would shatter is he could force it over the edge…

That was the last resort, though.

For now, Izuku used the fact the jar was less wide than he was tall, bracing his hands and feet on either side and climbing up with all his strength. He got to the top and started to carefully unscrew the lid, since it hadn’t been fully screwed on. He kicked it off and it went clattering to the distant floor.

Sliding carefully back to the bottom of his prison, Izuku sucked in a few heaving breaths, shaking out his trembling limbs. Step 1 was finished, now he had to knock the jar over and run out.

Slipping his satchel back on, Izuku backed up and took a running start at the side, sending it careening over. He bolted out the top and the jar went rolling off the counter, shattering on the floor.

He flinched at the clamour, all his instincts screaming at the noise, telling him to run and even if he knew the house was empty, he didn’t stick around. Izuku walked along the side where the wall and counter met, looking for any borrower-made openings.

Honestly, he was surprised when he did find one. It was clearly old and unused but he managed to pry it open and slip inside the tunnels, closing the entrance behind him.

The tunnels inside were well-made, the walls smooth, although they were clearly built with an adult borrower in mind since he couldn’t touch the top of the tunnels if he tried. Once his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Izuku headed deeper into the walls. He soon came across a wide, empty space that was carefully carved out, more than big enough for one borrower. Izuku sighed in relief.

That relief vanished as he spotted two symbols carved on at the back of the space.

One was the symbol meaning the home had been abandoned but they hadn’t been discovered. The other… It was the symbol for a dangerous human.

Izuku winced at the sight. He knew Nighteye was dangerous before, but borrowers only ever labelled one like this if they thought it was an incredibly cruel human. The kind that would dissect a borrower or torture one.

Looking away from the grim reminder, he set his satchel down and slumped against the wall. The empty space seemed mocking, reminding him painfully of the things he’d left behind at home. That he’d had no choice to leave.

Izuku curled up and trembled, allowing himself to properly grieve for what he’d had taken from him.

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I absolutely love the idea of Sir Nighteye as a giant: he’s just got that terrifying coldness to him! I’m already working on a second part and I have ideas for a third although I’m unsure how long this will be.