For The Record

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08

AFTER a few routine trips to unpack what little possessions I have that might serve a purpose in my literally upscaled life (think dinnerware, cutlery, and the wine glass I stole from my mother's cupboard as a resounding middle finger), Ariel starts on breakfast, giving me the option to wait in the living-room, or help him out. 

Sprawled awkwardly across his shoulder, I cling to the hair on the nape of his neck, situating myself securely in time for the inevitable plummeting fear of falling to my death when he moves to add salt, pepper, and red chilli powder to the scrambled eggs. 

"Are you sure you're comfortable there?" he worries, feeling for me with the tips of his fingers. He strikes gold across my chest, and before I have time to react, the backdrop to his chocolate hair has become as flaming red as my own. "I'm so sorry--"

"It's fine." His fingers lowered as soon as they realised their mistake, coming to curl and rest barely on my lap. I place my hand on his knuckle, to show something close to sincerity. The last thing I need is him fretting and throwing me off-balance again. "You weren't looking. I'm surprised you even realised what you were feeling."

His blush deepens, but he says nothing. 

Giving me the opportunity to burst out laughing. Many have commented on how much they've noticed my boobs, but Ariel might be the first too embarrassed to do so. 

"It's okay," I cajole, a smirk sliding onto my lips. No need to torture him further, but I can achieve a middle ground and amuse myself, can't I? "The point is, no harm done. Anyway, I'm still hungry for those eggs."

"Oh, right!" He snaps back into action, causing me to hang for dear life on the collar of his t-shirt as he empties most of the pan's contents onto his plate, and saves the last spoonful to pile monstrously on mine. He picks up both plates, mine doll-like in the palm of his hand, and saunters towards the dining-room table, setting them down then offering his hand as a platform to me.

Gingerly, I slide down onto it, using his thumb as a guardrail as I'm lowered to the table. Once my feet make contact with solid wood, I drop to a cross-legged position in front of my steaming plate, angling myself with my back to Ariel, so the sight of him gnawing on mouthfuls the size of me doesn't make me queasier than the thought already does. 

We eat in silence, save for the wet, smacking sounds of chewing and the clink of his fork against the china plate. I can tell he's trying hard to be quiet, but even then, the fact I can hear his chewing above my own desperate scrapes and clanks of silverware against ceramic is daunting. 

I finish my food as quickly as I can, greedily gulping down a glass of orange juice to aid digestion. 

Once he's done and the dishes are in the sink, Ariel places his hand down for me to mount, a faint smile on his face. "Is it okay if you hang out in the living-room? I have some work to do, and I'm sure you'll want some time alone." 

"That's okay." I crawl to the centre of his palm, struck by vertigo when he lifts his hand.

He crosses the hallway to the living-room, and sets me down on the sofa, my back pressed to the pillow propped against its back. The remote is placed next to me, and Ariel quickly pockets his phone. "If you need anything, just text me, is that alright, little one?"

"Yeah." I nod, climbing onto the remote to change the channel. A soft giggle sounds from above me. "What?"

"Sorry, you just look very cute. I shouldn't laugh, it's rude of me. I'm sorry." 

I sigh, but can't bring myself to be even a dash annoyed when a thumb brushes across the top of my head, messing up my auburn locks. "I suppose I forgive you. Go and do your work now, I'll be fine."

I've quickly learnt that the easiest way to handle him is to be calm, direct, and kind. Otherwise, with those flushed cheeks and tearful baby blues, he could literally have me wrapped around his little finger, melting to his will. 

"Okay. I'll come down again to make lunch, though you're free to grab a snack at any time." He smiles once more, soft and brief. "Bye, little one."

I wave him off, changing the channel to a vividly-coloured animated series--all pink backgrounds and blue and yellow uniforms. The episode is already halfway done, but I sit myself down for it anyway, surprised to find myself laughing along at the main character's antics, and how easily he pulls the rest of his friends along with him.

When I check the schedule, it seems there's a marathon for the show, so I wriggle back into the monstrous-sized pillow and prepare myself, paying no mind to the strange, audible noises emanating from upstairs. 

author's note: sorry about the short chapter! i've been meaning to get something out for a while, so this was born, but hopefully the next one will be better to make up for this slight filler, which leads me to my next point. 

i haven't brought attention to this fact thus far, but this story is low priority for me. like many others, i am struggling with a screwed sleep schedule, taking online classes, and fasting, as well as working on projects i prioritise higher than this one.

however, i appreciate that there are people reading this guilty side project of mine, which is something i am truly thankful for. i make an effort to write these chapters because i enjoy it, as rushed and thrown together and unedited as they are. while i don't spend time polishing these to a standard i would with a project i intend to devote more time to on a more long-term basis, i do want to provide readable, enjoyable content for my small following on here.

so, while the gap between updates on this story may continue to fluctuate, know that i'm trying my best alongside other things i have going on, and while this is a fun side project for me, i do want to write this story and have every intention of completing it someday.

in the meantime, if you're looking for some good g/t, i'll list some of my personal favourites down below.

getting in deep series @peachnewt [includes sfw, safe vore]

a borrower's anthology @ln-beep

gt oneshots @moonfrogg

gt one shots @sixteen1984candles

living with the giants @moodygirlz

storm (g/t) @unfortunatelykaye

the godking, the stocking @roryboreale

and if you're like me and into my hero academia:

g/t oneshots @gt-tiny-princess

my hero academia g/t vore @gtpreds [vore as the name implies]