Phantom-HotShot

“I picked up a pencil/tablet/brush”

being swept off your feet when you can’t keep up with their long strides

feeling small in the best way

cradled in warmth

a slow heartbeat 

speaking to them and listening to their softly rumbling voice

feeling overwhelmed and enveloped by their presence

riding on their shoulders

enjoying the view from up high

their big hands around your ankles and shins, making sure you don’t fall

running your fingers through their thick hair, making little braids in it

resting your chin on the top of their head

making silly puns about their height and ducking as they playfully swat at you

gentle rocking and the muffled thud of heavy footsteps

falling asleep, trusting them to keep you safe

alternatively, the giant’s POV

they try to mask their breathing as they struggle to keep up with you

you know they’re too proud to ask for help so you don’t say anything

it’s really cute how determined they are

eventually you can’t stand it anymore, so you scoop them up mid-stride

they let out a muffled, indignant yelp. it’s more like a squeak.

you stifle your chuckle and try not to smile ( you fail )

they halfheartedly smack your chest and turn away to hide their grin, muttering something that sounds like “ya big doofus” under their breath

they think they’re being sneaky when they weave little braids into your hair, but you know exactly what they’re doing

you don’t stop them.

when they start drooping you slide them off your shoulders and back into your arms

your heart melts when they nestle in closer to your chest.

conversation fades into comfortable silence, and soon they’re fast asleep

the trust they’ve placed in you is nearly overwhelming. your heart aches from it. 

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