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Holy shit, it's been over 2 years since I've checked in on these babies!! đ
So it has been a minute since I've consulted the timeline of their friends to lovers relationship, but I imagine this little scene takes place while they're in their "what are we??" phase :)
Print/Trinket Universe (Micah and Everly)
700~ words
Drabble List (and this also happens to coincide with "Soulmates" for GT July!)
âWhat are you moping about, Ev? It looks gorgeous out there.â
Everly didnât grace that with a response right away. She glared out the polished glass window as the sun set over the distant skyline, painting the clouds in pinks and golds. She heard the scrape of a chair as Micah pulled up a seat behind her.
âIâm not moping,â she muttered.
Yes, she was, and she knew it.
When the band was on tour, she desperately wanted to be off tour to escape the stress. And when they were off tour, she wanted to die. She could brainstorm the lights and smoke colors for every verse of every song that Micah would perform, but it wasnât real yet. Not until the real planning stages, where sheâd have to fight like hell to be taken seriously.
Where did that leave her for now? Lounging around Micahâs extravagant house with little to do other than feel sorry for herself.
A gentle nudge of fingertips at her side made her prickle with uncertainty of how to react. She had come to welcome his touch. He was sweet. He always meant well. But times like this, when he didnât understand her, she wanted to shove his big, stupid hand away.
She settled for shying away, hoping to get the message across. He did pull his hand awayâbut he also huffed out a sigh of frustration.
âHow am I supposed to help if you wonât talk to me?â
Oh, she could definitely do without that testy tone of his voice.Â
She whipped her head around to glare at him. âWhatâs there to talk about? I donât need to come running to you every time I donât feel like smiling, you know!âÂ
Once she started, she couldnât stop, so she supposed she was giving him exactly what he wanted. Standing abruptly, she marched toward him until she reached the edge of the sill. He leaned away, and she felt the smallest flare of amusement and satisfaction that she could intimidate someone six times her size.
Jabbing a finger in his direction, she said, âDid you think that inviting me to move in here was going to solve all my problems? Iâve been fighting to survive all my life, Micah! Now, Iâm just⊠just here. Taking up space and doing nothing, while every person Iâve ever cared about is still scraping by in the slums. The worst of it is that I donât deserve to feel sad! Iâm not the one suffering anymore, right? But itâs just⊠ugh!â
She finished with a frustrated growl and met Micahâs wide eyes. She couldnât read his expression. Great. Sheâd probably pissed him off, and now theyâd both be moping about it.
When it seemed like he wasnât going to say anything, she looked down and rubbed her temples.
âIâm so fucking useless,â she said at the precise moment that he said, âIâm a fucking asshole.â
Her head shot back up. They gaped at each other.
âDonât say that about yourself!â they blurted together.
Their overlapped voices made them both startle into silence for several more seconds.Â
Everly broke first. She couldnât bring her hand to her mouth fast enough to bury the laugh that bubbled out of her. That finally broke Micah out of his stupor. He looked strangely relieved, as though her giggle had saved her from imploding. Leaning an elbow on the windowsill, he rested his head in his hand and looked down at her.Â
âYou know, best friends finish each otherâs sentences,â he said, smiling warmly. âBut I have a theory.â
Part of her was frustrated to no end that he was trying to diffuse her outburst. Soft, soothing words didnât fix the reality of the situation. But that was how he navigated discomfort, so sheâd let it slideâfor now.
She scoffed, utterly disarmed and pretending she wasnât. âIâm dying to hear it.â
âSoulmates say entire sentences together.â
Rolling her eyes, she faced the window again and prayed that any added color on her face could be blamed on the fiery sunset. âYour theory is gross.â
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Summary: Simon finds himself alive, missing an arm, and still on the sub. But outside of his prison is music and a voice promising him safety. Despite himself, he decides to believe it.
Or; Simon ends up on Erid, somehow only 5 inches tall.
Warnings: Mentions of blood, injury, and death
Word Count: 2217
Part 1 | AO3 Link
Bonus chapter! Bonus chapter! I've made some great progress on chapter three, so I decided to post chapter two a bit early. We're still setting up this chapter but it's all gonna be worth it.
The prompt I used for this chapter was promise. I hope you guys enjoy!
 Adrian waited, maybe not so patiently, at the base of the space elevator. They paced back and forth and clawed at the ground, stopping the motion as soon as they realized they were doing it. Great, they had left some marks in the ground. Adrian made a mental note to fix it and then placed the mental note in the far reaches of their mind, because right now there were more important things to worry about.
  Adrian hadnât really known what to expect when their radars had picked up on something entering Eridâs orbit. At first, they had thought it was a simple asteroid, a piece of space rock that had broken off of a much bigger moon some light years away. They had even considered that it could have been a part of Graceâs ship, a small bit of debris that they had somehow missed.
 But the readings had been weird and so Adrian made the call to send up two Eridians in order to obtain it.
 Tonk and Orion had been chosen, having been a part of the original team that had met up with Grace and Rocky when they had first arrived many years ago. It had certainly been a while since theyâd had to use the space elevator again but Adrian couldnât help but feel like this was important.
 The readings were eerily similar to the ones that had picked up Graceâs ship.
 Adrian didnât know what that meant but they didnât want to leave the thing up there and never find out. So the space elevator was turned on once again and prepared for use. And now Adrian just had to wait for their space team to return with what was hopefully nothing.
 Adrian had a sinking feeling that it was nowhere near nothing.
 The sound of the elevator whirring to life had Adrian at full attention again. They listened as Tonk and Orion grew closer, coming back down the elevator. As the doors opened up, panicked notes hit Adrian at full force.
 âAdrian! Adrian, itâs a vessel!â Tonk was flailing a bit, two arms waving in the air.
 âThereâs something alive inside, we can hear the heartbeat!â Orion was the one holding the vessel, being delicate with his hold and barely moving despite the way he sounded.
 Adrian was taken aback by the sudden onslaught and it took a moment longer for them to really process what they were saying. âWhat? A heartbeat?â Was the thing Adrian decided to focus on. The two moved their carapaces in a quick nodding motion, though Orionâs was still more subdued.
 âListen, listen!â Tonk said and Adrian did just that, honing in on the vessel and listening inside.
 There was, indeed, a heartbeat, and breathing, and movement. The noises the creature was making painted a picture that Adrian wasnât sure they even believed. But there it was, right in front of them.
 âIt looks like Grace.â Adrian said their realization out loud and the two other Eridians nodded sharply.
 It was a human.
 A tiny human, only 5 inches tall, though that was just an estimate. Grace had never mentioned anything about humans coming that small, but it was hard to deny that everything else about them screamed human.
 âWe need to get them to the right atmosphere.â Adrian held out their arms and Orion handed over the vessel as gently as they could. âPrepare Graceâs old room.â The two Eridians nodded and quickly went off to do just that. Meanwhile, Adrian was as careful as they could be, holding onto the small human vessel, as they made their way toward the airlock that led to Graceâs old room.
 It was the room Grace had stayed in when he had first landed, so not only was it fitted with a human atmosphere but a bed, table, and some other things that made Grace feel more at home while he had been cooped up inside. When Graceâs biodome had been completed, they had decided to keep the room running, just in case.
 Adrian was glad for that foresight now. They set down the vessel to quickly get into their xenonite suit, before picking it back up and moving through the airlock. Once Adrian was actually inside the room, they placed the vessel onto the table. They tried to be as careful as possible, but the tiny human inside seemed to have been caught off guard by the movement still. Thankfully, they hadnât fallen.
 Adrian scanned the rest of the vessel, looking at the thing more clearly. It seemed bulky and bare, made from a weaker metal than Graceâs ship. It didnât appear to be made for space travelâŠwhich only raised more questions, considering they found the thing in space. But, maybe most importantly, as Adrian was quick to take notice, there didnât appear to be a way in or out of the thing. It seemed welded shut.
 How was the human meant to get out of a welded shut ship?
 Adrian decided to tuck that question away for later, knowing they werenât going to like the answer. They focused back on the human, taking a closer look at them. They really did look like Grace, though Adrian noted the lack of noise coming from their left side. It took them a moment to realize it was due to the fact that they didnât have a left limb.
 The human inside winced and grabbed at their lack of arm and Adrian realized how serious this had just become. They needed to get them out of there. âWe need a way into the vessel.â Adrian said, focusing their notes toward the Eridians on the other side of the xenonite wall. âThe human appears injured, we need to get them out as soon as we can.âÂ
 Tonk and Orion noted that they heard and Adrian listened as Tonk ran off in order to find a solution. Orion stayed behind to continue monitoring the room. Knowing that was now being taken care of, Adrian listened back into the ship, only to let out a sharp tune when they realized the human was no longer moving but pressed up against the side of the ship. âHello? Tiny human?â Adrian tried to ask before realizing that the human inside probably wouldnât be able to understand.
 They needed Graceâs old translator and, thankfully, the computer had been left within this very room. Adrian grabbed it off the top of the bed and brought it closer to the table. They set it up and pressed the spacebar to activate it. âHello, tiny human alright, question?â Adrian made sure to speak slowly and simply. They wanted to give every chance to this tiny human to understand them.
 âH-Hello?â A voice, one similar to Graceâs, spoke up within the ship. Adrian perked up at the sound of their voice and even more so when they saw that the tiny human was moving again. Though they seemed a bit startled.
 âYes, yes, yes! Hello! Tiny human alright, question?â Adrian waited, listening closely. They needed to know the extent of the humanâs injuries, to help as best as they could. But they werenât expecting what they heard next.
 âIsâŠIs this real?â The voice was quiet, soft and broken and Adrian realized a few things all at once.
 â...Yes. Is real.â Adrian said, keeping their tones low, thankful the translator picked up on it and did the same. They tapped their claw against the ground in thought.
 âPromise?â The humanâs voice shattered Adrianâs hearts.
 âAdrian promise. Adrian is real. Tiny human safe. Promise.â Adrian was quick to reassure. And then the tiny human started to cry, leaking water from their eyes just like they had seen Grace do many times. But it was unlike anything Adrian had ever heard from Grace. This tiny human was sobbing so hard that Adrian feared for their health even more.
 Adrian, despite having spent plenty of time with Grace, felt ill-equipped to help. They needed experts and Adrian knew exactly who to call for. They paused the translator. âOrion, go get Grace and Rocky.â Adrian looked into the ship, where the human was still crying. âAs fast as you can, please.â
 As Orion was quick to follow the order, Adrian felt themselves crumble, just a bit. They reached over and turned back on the translator. âAdrian promise. Tiny human safe.â They repeated. âFriends coming soon to help.â
 Adrian didnât know if the human inside the ship was listening anymore, or could even hear them with their crying, but Adrian hoped their words brought them some comfort at the very least.Â
 All Adrian could do now was sit and wait for Grace and Rocky to show.
***
 Grace smiled, content, as he watched the simulated waves. The Eridians were getting much better at replicating the actual ocean. Grace could barely tell the difference now, though the differences he did notice he never mentioned. He liked that he could tell it wasnât quite the same, he liked the reminder that he wasnât on Earth.
 Grace reached over towards the small wicker basket and grabbed for one of his âme-burgersâ. He found it funny how the Eridians who brought him his food continued to wrap them up like a hamburger from McDonalds. Grace never said anything about that either. He peeled back the wrapper and took a bite. It wasnât quite the same as an actual hamburger, the meat tasted more like pork than beef, but it was still good.
 Grace just tried not to think too much about the âmeâ part of it all.
 âWatching you eat is so disgusting.â Rocky sang from next to him. Grace turned away from the water and towards his best friend, who was curled up on top of the blanket they had set up on the sand. Grace laughed.
 âWeâre having a picnic, Rock. You knew what you were getting yourself into.â Grace said and then pointedly took another bite. Rocky shivered and made a series of notes in disgust.
 âThat doesnât make you eating any less gross!â Rocky huffed. Grace laughed again. Theyâd had this conversation more times than he could count at this point. He knew Rocky wasnât all that serious, otherwise he wouldnât look so relaxed. In fact, Grace had it on good authority that Rocky actually liked watching him eat. It stemmed from when Grace had almost starved to death when they had first arrived on Erid.
 Grace took another bite but Rocky didnât say anything about it again.
 As Grace finished up he stood and stretched and watched from the corner of his eye as Rocky did the same. âHmmâŠwanna play some chess?â Grace asked, looking down at Rocky.
 âYes, I would love to beat you for the 56th time in a row.â Rockyâs notes held amusement and Grace rolled his eyes. He bent down and gathered up the blanket.
 âHey, I was pretty close last time!â Grace tried to argue his case as he and Rocky walked side by side towards Graceâs house.
 âNo you werenât.â Rockyâs straight-forward tone had Grace laughing again.
 He hadnât known, while back on Earth, that anyone could be this happy. He surely never thought he would be, especially when he had woken up alone on the Hail Mary 8 years ago. But living here, on Erid and with his best friend, Grace couldnât be happier with how his life had turned out. He wouldnât trade it for anything.
 âOh, Orion is here.â Rocky suddenly said and Grace paused and looked behind him. Sure enough, Orion, named for their black color with dots of white that vaguely reminded Grace of the Orion constellation, was making his way down the beach and towards them.
 âHey Orion.â Grace greeted as he finally reached them.
 âGrace, Rocky, I need you to come with me right now!â The panicked notes immediately put both Grace and Rocky on edge.
 âWhat? Whatâs going on?â Grace asked, setting the blanket down by his stairs.
 Orion fidgeted with his claws. âOur radars picked up on something in our orbit. Adrian ordered for us to go and retrieve it andâŠâ Their melody trailed off for a moment.
 âAnd?â Rocky asked with two urgent stomps.
 âAnd it was a ship.â Orion sang. Grace felt like his heart stopped at that moment.
 âAâŠship?â Grace felt his breathing pick up at the thought. âWhat kind of ship?â
 âNot sure. It doesnât seem like a ship built for space butâŠthere was someone inside. A human.â Orionâs notes were quieter at the reveal and Grace suddenly felt dizzy.
 He hadnât realized he had collapsed onto the sand until he heard Rocky yell his name. âGrace! Are you okay?â Rocky came over and Grace put a hand on him. Even through the xenonite suit, Rockyâs touch was a comfort.
 âI-I donât know.â His eyes went from the sand back up to look at Orion. âItâs really aâŠhuman?â
 Orion let out a low hum. âYes, they look like Grace. But they areâŠtiny.â
 Graceâs eyes went even wider. âTheyâre a child?!â Grace immediately shot up, startling Rocky a bit.
 âNo, no! At least, we donât think so. No, they are only 5 inches tall, at estimate.â Orion explained quickly at seeing Graceâs reaction.
 Graceâs mind blanked for an entirely different reason this time.
me and @nyx-brown-whoami have been making actual lore for these two and it fucking slaps. can you believe he turned into a platonic yandere. we never saw it coming.
Giants who absolutely adore their tinies - staring at them without even realizing because they are so transfixed by how incredible they are, lost in thought as they admire them
The tiny noticing the giant staring at them, maybe they are unnerved by the amount of attention, or maybe they have grown used to this unusual behavior by now. Asking what their giant friend is up to, and the giant is reduced to a blushing and stuttering mess as they realize theyâve been caught in their admiration â€ïž
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