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❀ Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Bunny Hybrid!Reader (F)

❀ Non-con, dubcon, use of a cage, captivity + using restraints, violence, mind manipulation/putting someone in a daze, guys - fun fact; ivory was chiseled and made into a dildo in the 1800’s. So, expect that lol, and more. Do not read if you are uncomfortable with very dark elements.

❀ I am usually good with warning everything that is in my stories, but this time due to limited space and a lot of warnings, I will be only doing the harsher warnings.

❀ Disclaimer and Authors Note: The pictures only represent aesthetic and themes. There is no certain skin color, body type, ethnicity, or description other than Y/n and “you”. Credit to who made the pictures in the banner as well.

❀ Sigh… I feel like all of these are the same, just a little different each time. I try to change it up, but a lot of these are similar in plot, description, and ending. I want these to turn out well, but I can’t help but feel that people don’t like them because they don’t comment on them or give feedback. All I want is a funny comment, a detailed comment about something someone loved about the story, or something that they were confused about or just thought was plain stupid of Y/n. All I want is feedback!

Hunting season. It was the worst time of year for the bunny hybrids, yet still, you were picking berries in a bright dress your mother made you. You knew it was dangerous. However, you knew that you were fast and agile like a real bunny. But even the fastest rabbit couldn’t beat the slowest tortoise because of the overconfidence each little rabbit held in their little head.

While you gathered the berries into your basket, you hummed to yourself, not a thought in your mind. Every now and then, your tail would twitch, something it does when you are doing something you love or when you are scared. But you loved gathering, and you were not currently scared.

Your humming immediately stops when you hear the straining of an arrow in a bow. It was a creaky sound that every bunny could recognize. Your ears shot straight up, your head turning in all directions to try and find the source of the hunter. One last turn and it was too late; the bounce of the bowstring snapping back into place came first, then the pain of the arrow piercing through your shoulder blade.

Falling to the ground, you frown as your berries scatter around you. You can hardly think while you scramble into the bush in front of you, holding your ears against your head so you don’t bring more attention to yourself. Your body trembles, rustling the brush you are hiding in, and you silently curse yourself at your shaking.

“Here, little bunny… come out, come out wherever you are!” A voice taunts from outside the bush. You see the boots of your pursuer from where you crouch inside the bush, whimpering as the arrow in your back snags on a branch.

The footsteps stop and turn towards the bush. You freeze, and your ears slip from your hands, rustling the bush even more. The hunter steps up to the bush, and she spots your gray ears. With a smirk, she reaches into the shrub and grasps them in her hands tightly, causing you to tumble from the bush and onto the ground.

Blood streamed down your back, and you tried to crawl away, only for the hunter to chuckle and reach in her pouch for something else. You look behind you, screaming as she stalks closer to you, a tranquilizer dart in her hand.

“Come on, little bunny. Don’t make this difficult,” She says, kneeling beside your pitiful form. As you beg her not to hurt you, she ignores you, pushing your head to the side and exposing your neck. “Stay still, and this won’t hurt!” She shouts at you, still struggling to get you to calm down. As the dart comes closer to your neck, you struggle even more, but she is powerful and quick.

The needle punctures your skin, and the tranquilizer enters your blood flow within seconds. It was initially slow, just a little dizzy, so you tried to get up. The pain in your back was the least of your worries, only getting away from the hunter on your mind. But the drug was working fast, and soon, you found yourself on the ground again, your eyes closing and your mind succumbing to darkness.

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Wanda smirks as you finally fall unconscious in front of her, your fuzzy ears flopping onto the ground with a soft thump. Your fluffy little tail was twitching again, terrified of what would happen. Wanda kneels down by your sleeping body and moves the hair from in front of your face. “You’re gonna be my perfect little pet, aren’t you?” She gently brushes her fingers over the skin of your cheek and smiles at your breaths.

Laying a small blanket over your body, she picks you up and takes you home to assess your injuries. As she enters her home, she shuts the door and lays you on her bed. She frowns at the arrow that sticks from your back and gently tries to pull it out. You whimper, the drug unfortunately not numbing the pain.

Wanda sighs softly and grabs her knife, slowly cutting the skin surrounding the arrow. She dabs the wound with a small cloth as it starts to bleed again, and once the last line matching the shape of the arrow is carved, the arrow slides out of your back with ease. Reaching for the first aid kit, she unties your dress and slips it off your body, dressing your wound and healing some of it with her powers. She leaves you in the right amount of pain to become submissive to her, but enough that your death will not be on her hands.

Tying the last bandage around your chest and under your arms, she lays you on your back and grabs the chain connected to a metal collar from under the bed. She sets it on the bed next to you and goes to the closet to bring the cage out. She smirks at the bars, knowing you will never escape from her.

Lastly, she connects the chain to the cage's base and looks over at you on her bed. She sets the collar on top of the kennel and saunters over to your naked form. She ghosts her fingers down your belly and the mound between your legs. Shaking her head, she knows she wants to wait until you are awake to hold your wiggling ears while you struggle to escape her. She loves it when her prey struggles in her hands; it sparks something inside of her.

Picking you up again, she carries you to the cage in the corner of the room, opening the door and laying you down against the thin-blanketed bottom and laying your head against the straw pillow set at the top of the cage. Before locking you up for the night, she grabbed the collar and clasped it around your neck, matching the holes together at the back and looping a padlock around it. With the collar secured around your neck, the chain connected to the bars, and the moon rising, Wanda locked the cage and put a blanket over the top to cover the whole thing, leaving you in complete darkness.

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When morning approached, your body started to wake up first. Your mind was still hazy, and you felt like you were in a dream. Your ears moved slightly, your tail wiggled just a little, and your eyes moved under their lids.

It was raining. You could hear the raindrops outside. Outside where? Where am I? Your curiosity turns to concern the moment your eyes finally open. A dark, furry blanket covers the bars surrounding you, dimming the light almost completely. You try sitting up, but the pressure you put on your arm makes you whimper in pain. The arrow wound on your back was the only thing revealing where you were.

The tranquilizer made you sleep, but it didn’t make you forget. You remembered where you were, and you remembered who you were with. That damned human. A simple hum or chuckle could force you into submission instantly, knowing what Wanda is capable of. She has the eye of a hawk when it comes to aiming her bow at the poor little creature she sets her sights on.

Your soft ears twitched at the sound of shuffling from outside of the covered cage, pulling your attention away from the pain in your shoulder blade. Wandas walking caused the blanket to flutter, and your instinct was to lay back down and pretend you were asleep still. You wrapped your arms around your exposed body the best you could, closed your eyes and waited.

In anticipation, your leg started shaking, as well as your tail. The little ball of fluff just above your bum was a radar for danger. If it wiggled, twitched, shifted, or moved an inch, you could sense danger was near. This was a time when your tail was not wrong. Not by one bit.

There was a soft knock on the bars above you, but you didn't move. Another one, this time a little forceful- still, you did not move to 'wake up.'

"Little bunny… I know you're awake. You're shaking this whole damn thing." Wanda laughed softly at the shivering cage before her, your anxious body practically causing an earthquake around you. Your hands went to the collar around your neck, and a tear fell from your eye onto the pillow below your cheek. I'm not getting out of here.

Wanda pulled the blanket from the top of the cage and looked down at you, curled into a little ball with your fluffy ears over your face. "Oh, come on, don't hide from me," She says, kneeling in front of your prison. Aggravated, she grabs the chain connected to your collar and pulls, forcing your face to come right to the bars.

A whimper escapes your throat, and your eyes stare up at Wanda with fear. She smiles sweetly at you, her pearly white teeth giving you a shite-eating grin. “I know you're scared,” she says, holding the chain tighter. In response to your desperate attempts at escaping the collar, Wanda laughs. She leans in, her breath brushing against your face. “But don't worry,” she whispers. “I'll take good care of you.”

Your face flushed with tears, and you began to speak in a trembling voice, "I wanna go home; my momma will be worried about me." You thought of your mother, who would be excited to see you and looking forward to the pie she made for you. You missed her embrace and the warmth of her love. You wished to return, see her smile, and feel her passion. You closed your eyes and thought about what it would be like to be home.

"Don't you dare close your eyes," growls Wanda, causing you to open them wide. She looked at you with dilated pupils, clearly craving something. Something only you could give her.

She finally releases the chain attached to your collar, causing you to fall back into the cage. You push yourself against the back of the cage, trying to distance yourself from Wanda as the pain in your back intensifies. With a chuckle, Wanda opens the door and reaches for the chain to pull you out. Yanking you out of the cage, you fall to your hands and knees, forced to crawl forward to her.

Once you get into an arm's length of her, she grabs your ears and pulls you to her. You yelp, trying to cover yourself, but keep yourself up too. You can't feel much pain from your ears, but as she pulls you closer to her, the fear builds up in your belly, and you pull back. Failing, she wraps her arms around you and holds you against her chest. The chain is long enough to reach her bed, so as she picks you up, the chain drags behind you. You kick your legs and try maneuvering your way out of her arms, your body only being hugged tighter.

As Wanda sits on the bed, she holds you in her lap. Her body is much larger than yours, as your hybrid genes make you smaller than humans. She only needed one hand over your belly to hold you still, your legs being pinned open by hers. Her other hand roams your naked chest, tweaking each nipple in her fingers. She buries her nose into your soft ears and hums as she feels your little cotton tail rub against her clothed cunt.

You whimper and throw your head back any chance, but Wanda is quick. The chain is already in her hand, pulling it up and choking you. You cough, your hands going to your neck, trying to find the chain to pull down. Your strength is nothing compared to Wanda's; her chuckles fill your ears again.

Your breaths are short and shallow, and the lack of oxygen getting to your brain becomes dangerous. Your vision starts to cloud, and Wanda notices, giving the chain some slack. "You aren't going out on me just yet," she whispers in your ear. On the bedside table, she grabs a ring of rope she had put there earlier. Grabbing your wrists, she wraps the rope around a couple of times and ties a firm knot after. She then pulls the excess cord to keep your hands next to your chest, exposing your pussy.

She smiles against your neck, and her teeth nip at your sensitive skin. "Mmm, my little bun bun, so soft and cute," She whispers again, "I am going to do nasty things to you, and you are going to like it..."

Pulling your hands above your head, she wraps the rope through your collar to keep them still.

With her hands now free, she cups both breasts, kneading the ample skin and pinching your nipples every second. You whimper as salty tears stream down your cheeks, only fueling Wanda to do more. Her hand moves down your belly to your wet petals, waiting to be played with. As her other hand follows, her fingers spread your folds to expose your quivering clit.

Even though Wanda could not see your pussy, she loved how it felt. "So fuckin' wet, and its all for me, isn't it?" You shake your head vigorously, not wanting to fall into whatever trap she had set. Her index finger slowly rubs your clit in small circles, the burning of your bundle of nerves causing you to whimper and jolt. She holds you tighter, smirking at the warmth of the skin around your bud.

Her lips press soft kisses to your head as she rubs your clit more, her other hand prodding at your hole. A breath is stolen from you as she enters two fingers into your pussy, pumping slowly. You cringe at the squelching you hear, and your legs instinctively try to close, but Wanda's legs hold them open. You reluctantly lay your head against her chest, your ears falling limp against your head.

Wanda quickly jumped on the opportunity to hold your head up by your ears, pulling them to hold your head up straight. Wanda's fist clenched your ears tightly, not letting go as you tried to tear yourself away from her.

As she rubbed your clit faster, your orgasm approached more quickly than expected. Your pulsing pussy squeezes her fingers as you cum, her finger on your clit not stopping. It burned, and it hurt, but in such a good way. She continues to rub, pulling a second orgasm out of you, smirking as your juices squirt from your hole.

The blanket before you shows a puddle of your own spend, and you whimper as she pulls your ears up again. "Good little bun bun, cumming for your master like a good girl," She lets go of your ears and moves her legs, uncaging yours in the process. Before you can scramble away, she pushes you to your stomach, turning you to the bed frame. Grabbing the rope from your collar, she pulls your hands up to the bars and ties another sturdy knot.

You struggle, pull, fight, kick, but nothing stops Wanda from getting what she wants. She finishes securing you to the bed, and her hand harshly spanks your ass. You squeal and try to curl against yourself, but she hits you again. "Legs straight little one, or I'll tie those too." You listened, not wanting any more rough rope on your body.

She was unpredictable. She spanked you a couple more times before smoothing her hand over the raw skin. Or she would pull your tail and ears and, shortly after, softly squeeze your fluffy tail at the base of your back. The tears had not stopped either, the pillow beneath your face soaked with the salty water from your eyes.

Wandas' abuse finally stops after a couple of minutes, her hands softly squeezing your ass in her hands. You hurt; your ass is raw, your pussy is red and puffy, and your ears are on fire. She enters the small kitchen, washes her hands, and gets a glass of water. Setting the cup on the table next to the bed, she unties your wrists and helps you sit up. You whimper as the soft yet rough blanket rubs against the skin of your ass.

The cup's rim hits your lips, and you look up at Wanda in confusion. Why is she taking care of you? You think to yourself.

Not wanting to seem ungrateful, you take a sip of the cool water, sighing as it goes down your sore throat. Your screams did a number on you. Finishing the glass of water, Wanda smiles down at you and gently pets your fluffy ears. They twitch in response to her hands and instinctively move closer to her warmth and gentleness.

"Good little bunny..." She says, reaching down to hold your hands. "Listen to me," She commands. "You are going to be good and sleep in your cage tonight. Then in the morning I can get you some clothes. How does that sound? Hm?" Letting go of your hands, they softly rub up and down your thighs. You don't answer her, only giving her a nasty look, resulting in a disappointing sigh from her.

"Come on, lets go." She says, helping you stand by picking you up by your armpits. Once you are on your feet, she gently leads you to the cage and pushes you down by your shoulders. Your hands and knees hit the ground, and her hand softly pats your bum, hinting for you to crawl inside. You comply, moving into the cage and lying against the pillow.

Sleep hits you like a wall, unaware the water was drugged. You see Wanda shut and lock the door, reaching through the bars to kiss your fingers.

"Run, my little rabbit, run and play in your dreams. And when you wake up, we can get to know each other a little better." She whispers, softly holding your fingers that fall limply by the edge. Pulling away, she moves back to her bed, cleaning up the blanket with a wave of a hand.

Stripping off her dress, she lays down and watches your sleeping body, fantasizing about everything she wants to do to you.

Thanks to the sun's early light, the room was bathed in a soft, golden glow, creating a calm environment. With a contented sigh, Wanda stretches her arms above her head, feeling relief as her spine cracks into place. She sits up, allowing her gaze to drift towards the cage in the corner of the room. A beautiful scene awaited her under a soft blanket—the outline of her little bunny sleeping peacefully behind the bars.

The whisper of a soft, melodious voice fills the air, promising adventure and connection. You follow the sound, your ears twitching with curiosity.

You dash through the meadow, encountering a figure, a large shadow surrounding it. It's an eerie, ghostly presence shrouded in an aura of ice and hatred. The figure emitted a terrifying, irresistible pull, hypnotizing you to come forward.

As Wanda took in her adorable pet, she couldn't help but smile, knowing that her bunny was safe and sound, nestled in its cozy cage, surrounded by a world of love and care. Of course, that is what Wanda wants to create for you. Your feelings were most definitely not mutual. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she approaches the door to your prison, unlocking the padlock and opening the door.

This bewitching being extends a skeletal hand, fingers adorned with grotesque, withered elegance, beckoning further from the meadow behind you. You approach carefully, drawn by an irresistible urge. The hand reaches down, petting your soft ears on your fluffy head.

Instantly, you are transformed into the hybrid you are now, the world around you turning into a dark abyss.

As you whimper in your dream, Wanda can't help but wonder what you're dreaming about. Is it a pleasant dream or a nightmare? She knows she shouldn't disturb you, but the temptation to playfully interact with your vision is too strong to resist.

Tendrils of black smoke shoot from the figure, twisting and writhing like malevolent serpents, suffocating the air with dread. Your heart drops to your stomach, your naked skin pebbling with goosebumps. The figure stands there, the wind around you starting to pick up. Smoke transforms into a massive tornado above you, picking you up effortlessly and spinning you around. It pulls you towards the figure, a featureless face other than a mouth meeting your eyes.

Your heart races with terror as the figure's mouth opens wide, revealing rows of sharp teeth. The smoke swirls around you, suffocating you, tightening their grip, making it impossible to break free. The closer you get to its mouth, the faster your heart beats and the quicker your breath becomes.

Carefully, she reaches out her hand and gently touches your shoulder, curious to see how you'll react in your fantasy world.

Screaming is useless now, as it will only be silenced by the dream realm. Even your punches and struggles are slowed down by an invisible force. The smokey tendrils bring you closer to the figure's mouth in slow motion, and you undoubtedly know the inevitable outcome. With a sudden, horrifying lunge, the figure's jaws close around you, yet no pain is felt. Your vision is surrounded by darkness-

You jolt awake at the feeling of Wands fingers against your skin, and your breaths come fast. You struggle to shake off the lingering fear from the dream, your eyes darting everywhere to find the source of touch. Once you see Wanda staring back at you, you instinctively shrink back, unsure of her intentions since the night before.

"Calm down, little rabbit, I'm not going to hurt you," She says, holding her hands up in a false surrender. "Come on out, bunny," Your ears twitch as her hand enters the cage, her fingers wrapping around your ankle. She pulls gently, trying to coax you from your spot in the corner of the enclosure. You don't budge.

Getting frustrated, she grabs the chain of your collar and pulls you out. Once you are out, she holds you by the ears and pulls you to her bed. "You listen to me!" She growls, crawling on top of your trembling form. In the blink of an eye, her demeanor changes completely. Her eyes no longer glaring at you, her mouth no longer degrading your behavior.

Her right hand softly caresses your tear-stained cheek, wiping away any stray tears that have fallen. Her fingers smooth over your [length, color, texture hair] hair and behind your bunny ears, which are relatively sensitive to feeling good.

As she scratches, she smiles at your foot kicking from below her. "Aw, what did I find?" Wanda asks, persisting in scratching behind your ears. Once she stops scratching, she gently pulls your ears together and holds them in her fist. "Gosh, look how cute you are..." she chuckles at the little wiggle of your nose and looks over your face.

She let go of your soft ears, a tender smile on her lips. Leaning down, Wandas' lips met yours in a gentle, lingering kiss. At first, you struggled, protesting to be this close to your captor. But once Wanda's fingers reached your neck, you surrendered. She gently squeezed your neck, not choking you but asserting her dominance above you.

She pulled away from your lips so quickly you had to suck in a breath, the kiss taking your breath away, her breath also fanning against your cheek. You hate to admit that the kiss felt genuine, as if she truly loved you. Your mind told you many different things, but "run" was not one of them right now.

In the dim morning light, her green eyes lock onto your [eye color]-ed ones, silently telling you to let her into your mind. With great reluctance, you allowed her. You opened the gates to your consciousness, your deepest and darkest secrets showing themselves to Wanda. There were the little things, like your favorite food and color. And how you like your coffee in the morning or if you prefer quilted blankets over fluffy ones. If you like to sleep in or wake up early and if you read before bed or journal.

As she takes in all of your mundane likes and preferences, she pushes herself into a deeper part of your mind that knowing loves what she does to you. Every pump of her fingers, every orgasm and moan she pulls from you, this part of your mind will show her everything. ‘Mmm, a little rope bunny, huh? You love being tied up… now thats cute.’ Wanda speaks in her head, and you subconsciously hear everything she says.

Wanda smiles down at your dazed and confused expression, knowing full well that you are under her spell. She takes this opportunity to undo the chain connected to your collar, letting it drop off the bed and to the floor. On the bedside table, is the rope that held your hands to the bed frame as she spanked you. She smiles as she gets to use it again.

She moves off of your frozen body, settling you at the top of the bed with your head on a pillow. Grabbing the rope, she wraps one piece to your right hand, pulling your limp arm to the corner of the bed. She does the same to the left arm, putting you in a spread-out position. Nowhere to go, nowhere to escape. She decides right now that this is how she likes you; all tied up and at her mercy.

But Wanda wanted more! So she reaches under her bed to grab another two lengths of rope. She spreads your legs and ties both ankles to the bottom corners of the bed frame, looking at her work with a smug smile on her lips.

Having you still and under her control was all she needed. But now she wants your full attention. With a snap of her fingers, you are back and aware of your surroundings. Your eyes immediately find Wanda at the end of the bed, tears beginning to form.

“Please, I- I can’t do this anymore,” You say, tears pooling in your eyes as you pull at the rope around your limbs. She sighs and moves back to the head of the bed, sitting down next to you and gently wiping a tear from your cheek.

“I want to make you feel good, little one. You know I can do that…” Wanda says, her hand moving from your cheek, down to your neck. Her fingers gently wrap around the delicate part of your body, and she chuckles as you try to pull away. “There’s no escaping me, bunny. You’re mine now.”

You whimper, tears falling down your temples as you look up at the ceiling. Wanda strokes your hair softly and moves back on top of you, strategically placing her knee right against your wet folds. She gives you no room to move away from her, the movement you do have only makes you rub your clit against her knee. She smirks at your failed attempt to move from your current predicament.

“Oh my little bunny, trying to escape,” She moves her knee up and down, your slick coating her skin. “You have no idea what you are getting into, do you little rabbit,” Her voice laced with malicious intent, her eyes unreadable. Dread fills your stomach as a puff of red energy surrounds Wanda's naked waist. A leather harness wraps the way around her, a pearly, white, penis-shaped toy hooked to the end of it. “This. This is what you are getting into. Im going to fuck you into oblivion, and you are going to love it. You are going to take every little thing I give you, do you understand?” You don’t respond at first, your eyes glued to the white toy in front of you.

Wanda's hand squeezes your neck and your gaze shoots up to her face. “I said, do you understand?” She repeats. You nod your head and a whimper is forced from your system as she moves her hand from your neck down your chest. She scoots down a little bit, settling between your spread legs. Her cock sits proudly at your entrance, your slick already gathering from the sight of it.

With a smile, moves both hands to your pussy, rubbing your folds and spreading them open. Her thumb rubs small circles on your exposed clit, the sensation overwhelming. A moan leaves your mouth, and you scold yourself internally. You were mortified at how open and unprotected you are, yet your pussy got wetter by the second.

Wanda's other fingers entered your soaking hole, stretching you out to fit her cock. She wanted to make sure you were more than ready. Dragging spectral moans from your throat for a few moments, she felt like your little hole was ready for her.

She pulled her fingers from your pussy and put them to your lips, forcing them past, and held them on your tongue. “Clean up the mess you made.” Her command made you shake, but you listened, not in a condition to disobey. You sucked on her fingers like your life depended on it, making sure that every drop of your juices were gone.

The humiliation of having your body betray you, the tears continued. Wanda enjoyed every bit of that, leaning down and licking the tears from your face after removing her fingers from your mouth.

“P-please, please stop, I- I don’t want this,” You sob, trying to move anywhere, but are unable, due to the master rope work keeping you still.

Wanda ignored you, spitting on her hand and rubbing it along her cock. The cold ivory poked at your entrance and she leaned over you, grabbing your fluffy ears in her fist. “God, I’ve been wanting to do this forever now…” She says, pushing into your tight cunt.

A pained moan rips from your throat, tears falling down your cheeks as her cock splits you in two. Your arms and legs pull at the rope around them, trying anything to get free but nothing works. The breaths entering and exiting your mouth are fast and dangerous, panicking at the sheer size of Wanda's cock.

“Hey, hey, look at me. Bunny, look at me.” Wanda says, letting go of your ears to cup your cheek. She stopped moving when the moan you emitted left your mouth, and her other hand immediately went to your clit to try and soothe the pain. It helped a little bit, but not enough. Your sobs were heartbreaking to her and she pushed in a little bit more.

“Breathe for me, my little rabbit, breathe for me. I know you can do it,” She whispers, leaning down to meet your lips in a soft and gentle kiss. As you kiss her back, you whimper as she bottoms out inside of you. “You’re doing so good for me, baby, so good.” Her words flutter the butterflies in your belly, and your tight walls squeeze her cock lightly.

“H-hurts,” Is all you can muster out, more tears rolling down your temples. Wanda shakes her head and makes you look into her eyes.

“Bunny, look at me… this feels good, right? It feels so good.” Her eyes start to glow a deep red, pushing your mind and body into a euphoric hallucination. She rubs your clit and continues to talk to you. “You are doing so good, my love. This feels so, so good, and you love the feeling of my cock inside of your little pussy, don’t you?” You nod, her words of hypnosis causing the pain to feel pleasurable. “Good, you’re doing amazing…” she says, starting to move her hips, slowly pushing in and out of your pussy.

The pain subsides, as does her power over your mind. The pleasure is becoming real, and quite enjoyable. You close your eyes, balling your hands into fists as she brushes her thumb over your cheek. “Hey, look at me, honey, can you do that?” You obey, looking up into her eyes. “Good little bunny, such a good girl,” She praises you, and your tail wiggles in response.

Your heart is racing in your chest as she starts to move faster, her other fingers rubbing circles over your clit. She pushes you closer to your release, the feeling similar to running up a hill, only to jump and see the large drop on the other side. Reaching a good speed, she slows her fingers, wanting to make you cum from that sensitive spot right inside of your pussy.

“I know your close, bun bun, I can feel it,” She whispers, moans falling from your mouth with every thrust of her hips. She is right, your orgasm is just within reach, and she wants to see you fall apart underneath her. “Cum for me, baby, you can do it,” the praises enter your ears and hit your soul, pushing you right to the top of that hill.

You cum hard on her cock, loud moans filling Wandas' ears like music. With your ears flopping with every thrust, she smiles and takes a mental picture of this moment, wanting it to last forever. Soon, your orgasm washes over you, leaving you in a panting, tired mess. “You did so good my little bunny, so good.” Your cheeks heat up, submission being the only thing you can think of right now.

“P-please,” you whisper as you pull at the restraints. You had never felt this much pleasure at one time, the need to be held and taken care of was the only thing on your mind. No escape, struggle, rage, fear, nothing was on your mind. Wanda could sense this, and without hesitation she gently pulled out of you, cleaning you up with the apron of her dress draped over the end of the bed.

With care, she unties your limbs, kissing each of them after they are free. Once the rest of the rope was pulled off of your skin, you curled in on yourself. Your ears fall back in meekness and your tail wiggles struggling to calm down. Wanda smiles, lying down behind you on the bed. She takes you in her arms kisses your neck and pets your ears to soothe you.

Her whispers are the last thing you hear before your eyes begin to droop in exhaustion. “Its alright, my little rabbit. You’re safe with me…”

“I- Im- Im safe…” Sleepily, you respond, knowing deep down that you are safer than you will ever be outside of these walls.

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Bite-Sized (1) - A G/t BG3 Fanfic

This contains g/t (giant/tiny content) so if that isn't your thing, then I suggest you stop reading. Thank you!

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Summary: Taken place during Act 1 of Baldur's Gate 3. Meet Ria, a 10 centimetre tall (4 inches) borrower who is trying her best to survive out in the wilderness of Faerûn without being crushed underfoot, squashed, or eaten. Astarion, weak with hunger, manages to catch a whiff of Ria's scent, and driven by his bloodlust he tracks her down with the intention of eating her. Of course, things get a little complicated when Gale becomes involved.

[Picture does not belong to me, found on @/dailyastarionpictures]

Pairing: Astarion x borrower!oc (Tav) (slow-burn, Astarion is a complete ass but eventually comes round in future chapters)

Warnings: V*re mention, mouthplay, fearplay, blood, swearing/course language, blood drinking, Astarion is a real asshole to little people/borrowers and doesn't see them as people so be prepared for him being awful.

Word count: 2.5k

Foreboding shadows of ancient trees casted over the small borrower as she fumbled through the foliage on the forest floor. Gnarly roots protruding from the earthy ground threatened to trip her with each hasty step that she took as her breathing quickened. Ria knew for a fact that something – or someone – was stalking her.

She had become so used to the sensation of being watched by hungry predators throughout her young life that she could almost sense when she was being followed. Every single hair on the back of her neck stood up as she swallowed thickly. Being only a mere 10 centimetres tall made her very easy prey to just about everything that dwelled in the dark forest, and there wasn’t a single doubt in her mind that if she didn’t act swiftly, she was going to end up as a midnight snack very soon. Pressing forward, she soon felt small tremors rattle the earth below her feet like tiny earthquakes. Her heart leaping into her throat, she knew that this only meant one thing: whoever was following her was very close. She forced her legs to run faster, adrenaline now spiking her blood as she let her flight or fight response take over. Panic flared in her chest with each approaching tremor, each one getting stronger and more violent than the last.

Her gaze darted around the forest floor feverishly looking for anywhere that she may be able to quickly hide in to prevent her grim demise. She immediately spotted a thicket of thorns – prickly and painful, yes, but that might deter the hungry predator that was gaining on her rapidly. Without second thought, Ria dived into the thorn bush headfirst and immediately felt stabbing pain at her sides. The thorns tore through her clothing and sliced open her skin, her blood now dripping on the ground, but she pushed through it. She was determined not to die as a late-night snack. Grimacing in pain, she pulled herself as deep into the thorn bush as she could muster. Blood now stained her clothing as she glanced down at her wounds, feeling the wetness of her blood on her fingertips. Forcing herself not to cry, she held her breath, anxiously waiting to see if she would in fact live to see another day. The rattling tremors grew ever closer, causing her entire body to vibrate with each footfall.

Wait a minute – footfall? As in, bipedal? Human?

She shook her head. No, humans didn’t eat borrowers. It had to be something else. Something more carnivorous. Something that was intent on following her through the bush just to track her down and eat her. It made her stomach churn. Peering through the twisting thorny stems of the bush, she was just able to see what was outside thanks to the glowing full moon that shone from above.

A pair of dark leather boots appeared in her vision just outside from her spot in the thorn bush. Of course, she couldn’t see the owner of the boots, but just seeing the giant footwear made her heart almost stop right then and there.

“Come now, little one, this would be so much easier if you just surrendered right now.” A loud, masculine voice blared through her eardrums. The voice, however, was not what she was expecting. It had this sort of flair to it that she couldn’t quite describe. But either way, it didn’t deter from her impending fate. She sucked in a sharp breath and hoped that whoever it was would turn away.

“I can smell your blood, darling.” The voice rumbled from above like thunder. “My gods, it smells positively divine. Getting all bloodied up for a vampire is truly flattering, it’s almost as if you want me to bite you in half!”

Vampire!?

Of all the creatures that had to be hunting her down, of course it had to be a vampire. Vampires were known to eat borrowers in a multitude of different ways – biting their heads off to drain the remaining blood, biting them in half, or just simply straight up eating them. An icy chill snaked down her spine as she realised just exactly what she was dealing with. And she had made it even easier for him to find her by smearing her blood everywhere. This couldn’t get any worse.

A tsk tsk tsk noise resonated from above. “I suppose we’re doing this hard way, aren’t we?”

The hard way?!

A piercing scream filled her lungs as the protective thorn bush was practically torn open revealing the vampire in question. Before Ria had a moment to react, a giant hand came crashing down from above and immediately enclosed around her body into a tight fist, yanking her out of her protective thorn casing as if it were nothing. The vampire held her tightly in his grasp, slowly bringing her close to his watchful gaze. Thrashing in his tight vice-like grip, she cried out in protest but to no avail. The icy coldness from the vampire’s skin soon seeped through her clothing and she forcefully supressed a shiver. There was not a single chance that she would be able to escape now. Steadying her rapid breathing, she finally met the gaze of her captor. Piercing giant red orbs met hers and she shuddered out a breath. The man that held her had strikingly pale skin that had an almost ethereal quality to it. His face was sharp and angular, with a cheeky smirk that revealed elongated canine teeth that glimmered white in the moonlight. Long, silvery-white curls framed his perfectly chiselled facial features, contrasting evidently with his crimson blood eyes.

Ria almost forgot to breathe. If the circumstances were different, and she wasn’t going to be his dinner, she would outrightly admit that the man was gorgeous.

“Oh, a little starstruck are we?” The vampire chimed playfully, his smirk growing ever wider, noticing her demeanour. “I can’t say I blame you. I do have that effect on people.”

Ria opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn’t muster anything that resembled a single sentence. Blood was still leaking out from her multiple cuts making her feel a little light-headed at the blood-loss.

“I must say, I have never actually seen a borrower in person before,” the vampire continued, his loud voice rattling her tiny ribcage with each word he uttered. “I can’t believe just how small you are, I mean, you’re literally bite-sized. How perfect is that?”

The word ‘bite-sized’ shot an arrow of panic straight through her chest. Coming to her senses, her words finally found her.

“Leave me the fuck alone!” A mixture of anger and fear swelled in her chest as the words literally spat out of her mouth.

The vampire’s eyebrows shot up at hearing her outcry, but it only made his grin grow wider. Her outburst, for whatever reason, seemed to please him deeply. “Wow, such a venomous bark for such a small thing. Perhaps if you use some manners I may reconsider,” he chuckled darkly. “I believe I haven’t properly introduced myself. My name is Astarion, and you are?”

Baffled at the vampire’s question, her brain attempted to process what was going on. Was he seriously threatening to eat her and exchange names at the same time? This was hardly the time to be formal and polite, but perhaps if it extended her lifespan just a little, she would play along.

“My name is R-Ria,” she managed to splutter out. “Astarion is a very pretty name.”

“Changing your tone now, are we?” Astarion replied with a devilish smile. “But flattery isn’t going to get you anywhere in this situation, I’m afraid. Please don’t take this personally, I'm too weak to hunt right now and you’re the easiest snack I could find. All I need is a drop, then that will give me just enough energy to find something more filling.” He paused, licking his tongue over his upper lip. “However, I can’t deny that your scent alone has me salivating already.”

Ria could feel the remaining colour that was left in her face drain away. She attempted to squirm out of his enclosed fist but he only gripped onto her even tighter, threatening to crush her ribcage in his cold grasp.

“Oh, come now, it won’t be so bad,” he said playfully. “It’ll be over before you know it. But before I do, I cannot ignore the blood you already spilled for me. It’d be a shame for that to go to waste.” His gaze raked over her bloodied arms and legs from the thornbush, the blood still oozing from her open wounds.

He suddenly brought her closer towards his face, now filling her entire vision. Hungry crimson eyes stared at her open wounds and he parted his mouth. Stifling back a scream, she could only watch in horror as the tip of his tongue licked the entirety of her wounded arm, lapping up every morsel of her blood that was stained on her skin.

A low moan escaped past his lips and vibrated through the still air as he licked the blood from the multiple cuts across her arm. It didn’t take him long to start lapping at her other wounds along her legs and other arm with the tip of his tongue, savouring every drop that he could find across her skin.

Fortunately, his tongue stopped once all the blood has been licked clean from her exposed skin. At this point, her heart was on the verge of exploding as she realised that she had just been taste tested by a vampire. Hyperventilating rapidly, she glanced down at the parts of her body that she could see in his enclosed fist – noticeably, she could feel that he had only licked her wounds on the lower part of her arms and legs, and very thankfully, not on the middle or near her chest.

“My, my, darling, you taste absolutely delicious,” he hummed with delight, his tongue running across his upper lip with satisfaction. “It is true what they say about borrower blood being so tasty. I can’t believe I’ve been deprived of something like this for so long.”

“Just wait!” Ria finally managed to cry out, tears pricking her eyes. She expected Astarion to ignore her plea, but he remained silent, save for the still ever hungry gaze that lingered in his red eyes.

“Are you sure you want to eat me right now?” she continued, her heart spasming in her chest. “I-I mean, once you eat me, then there’ll be no more left. Shouldn’t something as tasty as me be savoured?”

Astarion remained silent for a few more seconds. She could see the conflicting thoughts dancing across his expression as he mulled the situation over.

“Hmm, I know this is you clearly trying to delay your untimely death, but you do have a point.” His gaze flickered back to Ria’s bloody wounds along her limbs. “But I am in desperate need for a midnight snack, I’m afraid. I would say better luck next time, but I suppose there won’t be a next time for you, will there?”

“Please, oh gods, I don’t want to die!” Ria shrieked at the top of her tiny lungs, tears now flooding down her face like a torrential river. “Please, I’ll do anything you want, but just don’t eat me!”

“Hush now, my dear, it’ll be all over soon. I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

All Ria could do was watch in utter terror as Astarion opened his mouth wide as his enormous fangs inched closer towards her trembling body. He had her now pinched in between his index finger and thumb, bringing her inside his mouth like she was some kind of tiny finger sandwich.

“Oh fuck, no, please, no!” Ria screamed at the top of her lungs as the front half of her body entered the vampire’s mouth. She thrashed in the vampire’s grip, but it was utterly useless – she had no strength over the giant man. Closing her eyes, her lip trembled, as she slowly began to accept her fate. There was nothing more that she could do. This was the end for her.

“ASTARION!”

A loud, unfamiliar voice pierced the still night air, and Astarion quickly removed Ria from inside his mouth. She immediately felt Astarion tighten his grip around her body as a man emerged into the moonlight. The man had shoulder length brown hair, with purple robes and his jawline was brushed with stubble.

Astarion immediately made a face of pure disgust. “Hello, Gale.”

“What in the gods name are you doing?” The man, Gale, stepped forward. He quickly noticed the tiny borrower that was enclosed in Astarion’s fist. His gaze flickered back to the pale elf with anger.

“Astarion, is that a borrower in your hand?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Astarion said, hiding Ria behind his back so that she was out of Gale’s sight. “A borrower? Can’t say I’ve heard of them before.”

Gale exhaled a frustrated sigh. “Astarion, stop with the bullshit. I saw one in your hand. What were you going to do to them?”

“H-HELP-!“ Ria managed to choke out before she was smothered by Astarion’s cold fingers closing around her tiny form.

“Hand the borrower over, Astarion, or do I have to use magic to get you to cooperate?” Gale persisted, his anger quickly rising.

Astarion pouted like a child handing over stolen candy. “Fine, take her. I wasn’t going to eat her, if that’s what you’re so worried about.” He brought Ria out from behind his back and opened his palm, revealing the tiny borrower.

“He absolutely was going to eat me!” Ria retorted.

“You were going to eat her?” The wizard gaped, quickly moving Ria from Astarion’s hand onto his. “For fuck’s sake, Astarion, we told you that you aren’t allowed to feed from people, only animals!”

“Fine, so what if I was?” Astarion exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air dramatically. “Besides, borrowers hardly count as people! They’re no different from halflings or gnomes, they’re just smaller.”

“We’re going to have a chat once we’re back at camp,” Gale pinched the bridge in between his nose with his free hand. “I’m so sorry about him. Did he harm you?”

Ria was almost at a loss for words. She was still shaking from everything that had happened. Swallowing back her chattering nerves, she craned her neck to look up at the wizard. “T-thank you, he didn’t hurt me, well, he almost did, but…” Her gaze drifted over to the cuts across her limbs from the thornbush. “I do have these cuts, but they weren’t from him.”

Gale noticed her wounds and glared daggers at Astarion. “I hardly believe that it wasn’t him that did this to you, but I’ll take your word for it. I can take you back to our camp, our cleric, Shadowheart, will have those wounds healed in no time.” He smiled warmly at her. “I’m Gale, but I suppose you already know that. What’s your name?”

“I’m Ria,” she answered thickly, her body still trembling. “A-and thank you, I appreciate all your help.”

“Oh no, it’s the least I can do after the trauma my friend most likely put you through. Let’s get going.” Gale’s fingers enclosed around her frame protectively, and she could almost hear Astarion’s eyes roll into the back of his head as they walked through the forest. Whatever happened next, she prayed that the rest of Gale’s friends were nothing like Astarion.

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 1 year

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(Genshin Impact) Shenhe, Yae, and Lumine with a tsundere reader

The S/O will be gender neutral, but sure thing! Thanks for the ask @unmotivatedpotato , hope you enjoy!

Poor Shenhe's brain has to go through a mental gauntlet trying to decipher what (Y/N) actually means.

They say one thing and act like they hate it, but they actually don't Was this commonplace in human society?

But then again, (Y/N) is pretty direct and far kinder to her in private. Even in public, they didn't seem to beat around the bush.

At the very least, it trains Shenhe how to properly read social cues and pay attention to body language, instead of solely going by words.

But she'd be lying if it wasn't horribly confusing.

(Shenhe) "(Y/N), may I ask you something?"

(Y/N) turned to her and nodded, a gentle expression on their face.

(Y/N) "What is it?"

(Shenhe) "Why do you only say what you mean around me?"

First, silence. Then (Y/N) starts turning red.

(Y/N) "W-What do you mean?"

(Shenhe) "I have noticed you tend to not say what you want around others. Yet when you're with me, you never lie."

(Y/N) "W-Well, I mean...It's cause...I don't want to be mean to...you..."

Shenhe innocently tilts her head.

(Shenhe) "Do you want to be mean to others?"

(Y/N) "NO! No it's not that, I just...Okay let me put it this way. I trust you with my feelings more than I do others. There."

They began pouting, which gave Shenhe all sorts of mixed signals.

(Shenhe) "Have I offended you?"

(Y/N) "No! No you could never!-"

(Y/N) sighed and spoke more softly.

(Y/N) "...I'm sorry. I mean it when I say I trust you, Shenhe. I've...never really been good at telling others what I'm feeling, if it wasn't obvious."

(Shenhe) "I did not mean to pry. I was simply curious."

(Y/N) chuckled, turning to her with a smile.

(Y/N) "Plus, I don't want to confuse you even more."

(Shenhe) "I admit I am but, thank you for trusting me enough with your feelings."

(Y/N) "Y-Yeah."

Shenhe noticed their face was turning more red, but they were smiling. They were also looking at the floor.

Maybe she should ask Cloud Retainer what's with them...

Y/N is in for a horrific time with their tsundere tendencies around Yae.

Their whole relationship can be summed up in a single meme when it comes to (Y/N) not saying what they mean:

Yae has an endless amount of fun teasing (Y/N), always playing a game of how red she can make them.

Until she hears what they mean, she will NOT relent.

(Yae) "What was that, little one? I'm afraid I cannot hear you over the mumbling."

(Y/N) "Gah...! I-I said I wouldn't mind eating dinner with you, tonight."

(Yae) "Was that so hard?"

Yae's day always brightens up whenever she's with (Y/N), something she openly admits to them.

Half because it is the truth, and the other half is of course, watching their reaction.

But when she's completely alone with them, she takes note of how their tsundere tendencies seem to die down. Which is no fun, but at the same time it's touching.

Yae seems to be the only one who knows the softer side of them.

And strangely enough, some her favorite times with them has been when they're completely honest.

She makes sure to tease lightly whenever this happens, since they're letting down their walls. She doesn't want them raised back up.

At least not when it's the two of them.

(Yae) "(Y/N), do come visit more often. It gets quite boring up at the shrine without lovely company."

(Y/N) "I'll be sure to do that, Yae."

(Yae) "..."

(Y/N) "...W-What? Was it something I said?"

(Yae) "It's the lack of words you said...Ahem! Nothing, just thinking to myself is all. Do take care, now."

(Y/N) "You too. Good night."

Yae watched them walk off, but they stopped to turn around and waved goodbye to her.

Now that tickled her heart.

(Yae) "And here I am, touched by the lack of a flustered reaction..."

One word and one picture.

Death.

Lumine and Paimon are absolutely relentless on the teasing, moreso than Yae because the two work together.

(Lumine) "Welp, you heard (Y/N). They don't wanna join us for dinner."

(Paimon) "Such a shame! Paimon's gonna have to eat all this dessert by herself!"

(Y/N) "Ugh, fine! Fine, fine, I'll come."

(Lumine) "Lovely! We'll be glad to have you!"

They two have experience with Eula, (Y/N) is an extremely easy egg to crack.

Lumine loves watching how flustered they get from her flirting, and has Paimon add insult to injury by noting how red they get.

But to make sure (Y/N) doesn't rip their hair out, they know when to ease up.

In her Teapot, Lumine has (Y/N) watch the skies above with her, regaling tales of her and her brother's journeys in the cosmos.

They're listening with such genuine interest, it's hard to tease them for it.

Paimon makes sure to conveniently vanish so the two can share a moment.

Seeing their smile makes Lumine smile as well.

(Lumine) "You're cute when you smile, you know that?"

(Y/N) "H-Hey now, don't tea-"

(Lumine) "No, I mean it. Really."

(Y/N) "You're not teasing...?"

(Lumine) "I'm not. Mostly, anyway."

They let out a small chuckle as they shyly look away.

(Y/N) "Then...t-thanks."

The smile comes back, though they're blushing madly.

Lumine liked this reaction. If she said this in public, she's 90% sure she'd get a projectile Paimon to the cranium.

...Part of her wanted to try it out in public now.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #shenhe x reader #yae miko x reader #lumine x reader #shenhe genshin impact #yae miko #lumine genshin impact

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songbirdsingingthings · 1 year

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Lavender Haze - Shoto Todoroki x Reader

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi

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WARNINGS: none

A/N: lol hi this is inspired by queen TS

Word Count: 1.4K

Your body was cold, but your hand was warm as snow began to lightly fall. It was December in Musutafu, one of your favorite times of the year. The city just seemed to hold an all encompassing sort of glow – while the days became shorter, the lights burned brighter. Children all around were cradling carefully crafted snowballs in their hands, all the while ducking behind bushes and trees in order to get the jump on their friends. Garlands filled with ruby red ornaments adorned the streetlamps, menorahs were displayed in window sills, and holiday cheer was in full swing. And, holding your hand, your boyfriend.

Turning your head to the right, you find Shoto Todoroki keeping perfect pace with you. He looked perfectly content – his lapel jacket and scarf providing the little warmth he needed. He wasn’t even wearing gloves, but you knew that was because he was holding your hand. Using his quirk, he was able to keep your right hand nice and toasty, relieving the chill that tended to creep down your spine every time you exited your apartment.

He squeezed your hand. “I can feel your eyes on me, what’s up?” He asks, drawing a roll from your eyes.

“I’m not looking at you.” Shoto huffs a light laugh and sends an extra flicker of warmth through your palm.

“You’re right, you’re not looking at me. You’re staring.” His comment makes you laugh, leaning your body into his further.

“Fine. I’m staring.”

“Any reason why?” You frown, slightly, at his question and wiggle your left hand further into the pocket of your down jacket.

“I guess I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

Your admission was fair. For the past few months, a frenzy had descended upon you and Shoto. All of the tabloids wanted every detail of your relationship. It was bad enough that you were both Pro-Heroes, but due to Shoto’s standing in the rankings, he was a hot topic. Ever since a picture of the two of you at a fundraising gala went viral, the conversation regarding your relationship became public gossip. Sure, your relationship has been public since the very beginning. Shoto asked you for a first date in the mid to latter half of your third year at UA, and since then, he has been yours ever since.

It was peculiar – no pictures of the two of you had sparked this much popularity previously. There had been plenty of pictures before, ones much more “scandalizing” than this one, however the public seemed to zero in on one tiny detail; a delicate band of silver resting on your left ring finger.

That damn ring caused an absolute frenzy to occur at every news station and magazine publishing house. You and Shoto could not catch a break. No matter how many times the question was masterfully avoided in interviews, it always seemed to work its way back into fruition.

“I am too.” Shoto’s response was solemn and understanding. This was the first time in quite a while that you weren’t bombarded on the street with fans asking when the wedding was. It didn’t matter that it was your grandmother’s ring that you were wearing in her memory, or the fact that people wouldn’t care to hear your genuine explanations – all they heard were excuses. “But,” he continued, swinging your hands back and forth a little, “let’s try and be in the moment.” He leans down a bit and presses a whisper of a kiss to your cheek, keeping you pendulum of hands going. You smile and nod, letting a timid flush creep onto your face.

“Okay. Holiday shopping it is then.”

It took only five minutes of you and Shoto being in a store for a crowd to descend upon you two.

“Shoto, is it true you popped the question?!” A young fan asked, their eyes boring into the center of your boyfriend’s skull.

“Y/H/N, please show me what your dress will look like! Is it a custom design?” A teenage girl demanded, clinging onto your arm.

“Please televise the whole wedding! It’s basically the closest thing we’ll get to a royal wedding.” Another begged.

You laughed awkwardly as the bombarding questions continued, stepping closer to Shoto, whose arm snaked around your waist almost instantly.

“Um, look guys, we appreciate the, uh… support. But we’re not engaged.” You explain, gripping onto the cashmere sweater you were fawning over earlier tighter. Out of the corner of his eye, Shoto noted that small movement and drew you impossibly closer to him.

“Come on, we can’t wait around forever. Get married or move on so the next person can get in line.” You could hear a pin drop, the room became so silent. Eyes flicked around to find whoever said it, but whoever the perpetrator was didn’t matter. The comment struck the both of you so hard that you were gobsmacked. In a flash, Shoto took the hanger that the sweater was on from your hands and hung back on the clothing rack.

“Okay, we’re done here.” He murmured, shuffling the two of you through the throng of people.

The cold now, as you exited the store, was much harsher than before.

“I told you, I’m fine. I was just surprised at the comment. You were too!” You say, cradling a mug of hot chocolate in your hands. Beneath a chunky knit blanket and lounging on the plush couch of your apartment, you watched Shoto walk towards you. He himself held a steaming mug, green tea in place of molten chocolate, and tugged some of the blanket over his legs.

“I’m not saying I wasn’t, I’m just saying that the comment was ridiculously out of line.” He paused to take a sip of the tea. “And, I know you’re upset that we didn’t get to finish looking at that store.” A small smile spread across your face but you kept your eyes on your mug. “Y/N?” His voice is softer now, much more cautious.

“I… I-yes, I’m bummed that we couldn’t really spend a normal day out, but I guess I sort of signed up for that when becoming a Pro-Hero.” You say as Shoto laid an arm over your shoulder. “I just wonder when it’s all gonna stop.” Shoto hummed in acknowledgement, massaging a knot in your neck gently.

“I think that all this frenzy will never completely disappear,” he says, keeping his eyes on yours. “But as long as we’re here,” he kisses your cheek, “together,” a peck to your other cheek, “and we just enjoy each other,” a lulling kiss to your lips, “then we’ll be okay.” You sigh in comfort, curling into Shoto’s boy as his hand moves from your neck to playing lightly with your hair. You bite your lip, suddenly, to suppress a laugh. Shoto, of course, notices and raises his brows. “Something funny?”

“No,” you admit, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. “Just thought a nice plan B was to get married.” His body shakes in laughter.

“Oh, I plan on proposing to you. Just not for the sake of the public.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course.” A smirk spreads across your face.

“Then the rock on that ring better be huge. You know, so everybody can see it when they watch the live broadcast.” You laugh as Shoto leans his head back over the edge of the couch, releasing a fake groan of annoyance.

“And the flowers?” He asks, egging you on.

“No flowers. I want lavender, dripping from every corner.” You answer earnestly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Shoto contemplates your answer before pressing a smacker of a kiss to your lips, making you shy away in laughter.

“Lavender it is.”

“So, are you gonna propose to me or not? I mean, we’re deciding our wedding before I have a ring on my finger. It’s counting your chickens before they hatch.”

“I suppose so. But, the difference is, I’m telling you – I will propose.” You smile and settle back into his arms.

“Alright then. That’s good enough for me. Is it good enough for you?” You ask.

“It’s good enough for me.”

“Good. That’s all that matters anyways. That we’re both happy.” One final kiss seals the conversation with a wax stamp, putting it out of the way. Off your desk and off of your chest. And now, you two can just stay in that lavender haze.

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triplesilverstar · 30 days

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An Easter Hunt

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Knives X F!Reader

CW: Dom/Sub undertones, Mentions of future, Future children, mentions of public sex

Word count: Roughly 1.3K

A/N: Chapter twenty two of the series, where you and Nai are out for a walk and after a run in with a child you and Nai have a discussion.

Walking through the park that sat in the central location of the city was usually interesting, on this particular Sunday it was more so than usual for one reason. Your boyfriend had wanted to go for a walk which was slowly becoming more and more common for the two of you.

Just not always during daylight hours since Nai had a thing for ducking into thick foliage at night and sinking into your warmth.

Another item to add how it was out of the ordinary was that it was the annual Easter egg hunt. The final item being one that made you laugh on the inside because you were not giving him a free reason to punish you.

Nai, abhorred children.

So seeing a boy, no older than seven come running out of the bushes with a basket filled with colorful eggs, bounce into your boyfriend's leg sending his jeweled prizes tumbling everywhere, and start to cry, while Nai looked down with abject terror was absolutely hilarious to you.

If it had been anywhere else, Nai would have just snorted his disdain and kept on walking, but today when so many members of the public, and well-known members of the public at that, out and about, it meant he had to try and console the child. “Ah, there there” His head is whipping towards you and for the first time since you’ve known the hard man, a brief flash of panic is reflected in them. You know his panic has nothing to do with the child, more in regards to his public image and you can picture the headlines now.

CEO of Saverem Inc. Charming businessman or ruthless monster? K. Saverem seen stealing Easter eggs from Children.

Shaking your head you pick up the boy's basket, placing the displaced eggs back inside, and maybe tossing in a few that had been hidden in the area nearby. All the while hearing terrible consoling from your boyfriend while the child's crying seems to just get louder. Eggs collected, you rejoin them and drop down to be closer to eye level with the boy.

“Hey there young man. I see you’ve met my boyfriend” Your cheerful tone has the boy turning to look at you instead of rubbing at his eyes. “I know he looks a little scary” you snicker here, causing the boy's tears to slow “but I promise he’s very nice.” A lie, he’s only nice to you and a few select others, and even then that’s when he feels like it.

You hold your hand out and introduce yourself to the boy, who nods and takes your hand so you can help him stand. “Here’s your basket back. Now let's dry those silly tears because I hear the Easter bunny might still be around. You wouldn’t want him to think you didn’t like the eggs he hid for you to find would you?” The boy is shaking his head while you pull some tissue from your purse and gently wipe his face. Tears and snot dried you smile at him, all teeth, to which the boy smiles back “Now, be more careful ok? Next time the people might not be as nice as us.” Waving as the boy runs off you walk to one of the garbage pails next to a bench tossing the used tissues away.

“Perhaps it would have been more helpful if you had consoled the child first, Pet” You shake your head, not sure what you’d been expecting the gruff man to say. Returning to his side, you take his offered arm as you continue your walk. “While you handled that adequately, there was no need to call me scary.” His tone is back to its normal one of cool indifference, but at this point, you can read in between the lines. He’s going to enjoy using it as an excuse to punish you later, and you find yourself warming at the thought.

“I won’t say I’m sorry, because I think the kid needed to hear it, besides I don’t think you’re scary. I think you’re quite handsome, with those sharp features of yours.” You grin, feeling the light chuckle through his arm. “You aren’t good with kids though. What are you going to do if we ever have any?” A strange conversation to have in a park, but after this long in the relationship you’d like to know his stance on kids. Hell if you weren’t taking several different kinds of precautious at this point the two of you might have had one already.

“I never intend to father any offspring. Strange as this may sound Pet, I value my time with you too highly to see it reduced. Most men of my standing procreate to produce an heir to their empire, which are raised by hired help.” You find yourself a little surprised at his words, but they do make sense. Hearing him state that he does, in his Nai way, admit that he enjoys your company does send a shiver down your spine. “I cannot picture you allowing some stranger to raise a child you bear, therefore, children would cut into our time together.” You can honestly admit that was an answer you never expected to hear, but damn Nai and his logic because he is right. You’d want to be a mother to any kid you had, not send them off for a nanny to do the work for you.

“So you wouldn’t want a Nai junior to take over your company someday?” It does surprise you a little, Nai plans everything. Hell Nai probably already has your entire life planned out for the two of you because at this point you honestly can’t see him getting rid of you.

“At the rate my brother, and his little harem copulate, I imagine it won’t be too long until my brother is a father. One of his brood should be intelligent enough to garner my attention and I can groom them to take my place.” You almost laugh at that, Nai’s voice full of nothing but disdain, while he loves his brother as much as any normal sibling relationship goes. He despises the fact that his twin is dating not one but two people. While he has no issue with the woman his twin is dating and following like a love sick puppy a woman in his own employ in his human resources department at the moment. It’s the man that his twin is involved with that makes Nai’s blood boil. Nicholas D. Wolfwood. A man that as far as Knives is concerned is like the ten plagues of ancient Egypt and Nai the pharaoh sitting atop his throne. Something about Wolfwood has never sat right in Nai’s gut regarding how the two of them had come to meet, which you’ve heard from Nai often whenever he saw the dark haired man.

Choosing to change the subject you speak up with a giggle watching another child run by. “Well, what if I want a baby with you?” Glancing at him you can see the cogs in his head turning, almost like it’s a possibility he hadn’t considered. Very much not like the calculating ruthless man he can be.

“Do you want children with me, Pet?” His voice is controlled as he asks, a single eyebrow raised while he turns to look at your face.

“I’m not sure” you answer him honestly, because you really don’t know. Not at this point in your life. You tell him the same as you both come to a stop, closer to the main events that seem to be happening in the park. The cool spring air causes you to shiver in your coat, Nai’s hand coming to rest over your fingers.

“If the time comes, we’ll discuss it then pet. For now, we’ll continue under the pretense we will not be parents.” You find yourself agreeing, but the thoughts do keep swirling around in your head, would you want to have a kid with the brooding man who's stolen your heart?

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#millions knives smut #millions knives x reader #millions knives x reader smut #modern au #trigun #trigun stampede #tristamp #trigun smut #twink writes #knives smut #millions knives #knives x reader

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sunnysidesadie · 2 years

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rain check?

requested: no (go request things!!)

pairing: max mayfield x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k words

summary: Vecna got to max before you could, but you promise it to her and everyone else that you’ll go on that movie date eventually.

warnings: VOL 2 spoilers!!, gore, angst angst and more angst, slight fluff, mentions of jason carver

this is my first piece of writing, so be kind!! i’m so sorry for any tears i’ll cause :,)

Everything would’ve gone to plan if it wasn’t for Jason Fucking Carver. Lucas and you wouldn’t be on the verge of blacking out from pain, Max would be listening to Kate Bush right now, and in a few days you and her would be at the movies.

However, when do things actually go to plan? Instead with one eye open you watched as your girlfriends bone’s snapped one by one, and her eyes starting to bleed.

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Erica came racing up the stairs and stared at you and her, being equally terrified at the sight of her brother being beat and the scene of Max and you.

You were rocking Max back and forth brushing her hair out of her eyes. “Erica! We need an doctor, please call an ambulance!”

She continued to give you a motionless, yet frightened stare. “Hurry, call an ambulance!” You shouted.

As Erica ran downstairs you heard the sweet broken sounding voice of your girlfriend you’ve been so worried about.

“Y/N?” She called out, being unable to see at the moment.

“Yes? Yes, I’m here. I’m here.” You didn’t know whether by saying that if you were reassuring Max or yourself.

“I-I can’t feel...or see anything.” She gasped.

You kept rocking back and forth, hoping that it’d could calm her somewhat in this moment of pain. If you were in pain and injured, you couldn’t imagine how it’d feel for Max right now.

“I know, I know. It’s okay.” You lied. All you wanted to do was make sure that while she was in pain that you were here for her. “We’re going to get you help okay?”

Even though she couldn’t see you, you still smiled at her just like you did every other day. It gave you some sense of normalcy right now.

“Y/N, I’m scared. I’m so scared. I’m so scared.” Max kept repeating. You heart clenched at those words, that was the opposite of how you wanted her to feel right now.

“I know, I know, I know.” You said. You wiped away any tears that were falling from your face. You felt so bad every time you looked into her glossed over, blank eyes.

“I don’t wanna die. I’m not ready.” She whimpered.

Tears came from your eyes at a faster rate. Why did this have to happen to her, to you, to your seemingly happy relationship. Max and you had gone through so much lately and you just wanted a sense that everything would be okay.

“You’re not going to die, we have our movie on Friday. Remember? We’re going to go see...” You paused trying to keep the conversation going. “We’ll see whatever you want to see.”

She could barely hear you and just repeated her feelings about death. “I don’t want to go! I’m not ready!” Max shouted.

“You’re not going to die!” You shouted. “Just-just hang on!” You cried. Being brave was out of the picture now and as she was crying, so were you.

All of a sudden your girlfriends eyes start to close, and you can’t see the white orbs anymore. “Max..max, max?” You called out; praying that’d she answer. “No, no, no Max. Stay with me.”

Lucas just started to wake up from the pain he encountered, which was much more severe than yours. All he could do was stare at you while you were cradling your presumed dead girlfriend.

“No! Max! Max, stay with me!” You let out the most anguishing sob as the house started to rumble.

Lucas pushed himself out of the way, and you pulled Max’s limp body further into yours and scooted away from the middle of the attic.

Floorboards started to crack as the gate to the upside down started to split the house in half. The gate went throughout Jason’s body which was the only thing that night you could let out the smallest of smiles for.

Staring in horror at the scene unfolded, paramedics rushed in the house to help get Max, Lucas, Erica, and you to the hospital. All in some ways needing injuries to be checked out. Everyone knew whose injuries were the worst.

On the way to the hospital all you could do was stare at the comatized body who was now a shell of who you love.

Being forced to go back home the next day you returned with a new book in hand. Taking over Lucas’s place of watching over her. Even though he knew you two were dating, Max and him were the most platonic soulmates you’ve ever seen. You never had a problem with the two of them hanging out.

Lucas saw you walk into the room and stare upon Max’s body and the cords attached to her. He walked up to you and put a hand on your shoulder drawing you out of your blank stare.

“Hey Y/N, I hope you got some sleep.” You shook your head, not being able to since that night. “She’s been doing okay. No changes overnight for the better but more importantly none for the worst.”

You nodded, feeling like that was all you could do. Him and resumed seats over in the corner. You took your spot right next to her bed and pulled out Max’s favorite book: The Talisman-by Peter Straub and Stephen King.

You opened to where you left of the previous day. “He opened his eyes, and further words died in his throat.” You grasped her hand continuing. “He forgot about the need to sick up that horrible parody of wine.”

She continued on with the story not letting her eyes trail off Max’s face. Suddenly the door opens and familiar faces walk in.

“Oh my god...We called you guys like crazy.” Lucas said as he stood up walking over to the group.

Your eyes just looked over to Will and Eleven’s, the closest friends out of everyone. Will gave you a weak smile and Eleven could barely muster to look at you.

“I know we came as soon as we heard.” Mike said to Lucas, he then turned to you. “I’m sorry.”

Everyone looked to you hoping that you might utter something. You didn’t.

Eleven walked closer to where your girlfriend was laying. “Do they know..when she will...wake?” She asked.

You finally spoke up but couldn’t look at the group as a whole. “No. They say she might not...her heart stopped. For over a minute.” You had to take a deep breath. “She died. I, I mean clinically...but then she came back.”

Eleven walked closer and sat on the bed as you kept talking. “The doctors don’t know how, the say it’s a miracle.” You look over to Eleven, having some suspicion.

Eleven tried to look into Max’s mind but couldn’t find anything. “I’m sor-”

You cut her off and everyone looked to you. “We were supposed to go to a movie you know. This Friday. Obviously that plan went to shit. Seems like life just really wanted to throw a wrench into our relationship. How homophobic of them.”

Lucas looked at her in shock, wondering how she could make jokes in a time like this.

“Oh come on, it was funny.” You sighed. “But, I know you guys think I’m crazy for having this much hope because it’s damn near impossible for her to wake up and see a movie again. But I don’t care, I will rain check as damn long as I need because I’m not breaking another promise to her.”

Eleven nodded as you finished your monologue. No one really knew what to say. There was nothing that they really could say.

“You guys should go, fix up the cabin now that there’s someone to inhabit it. Tell your mom I say hi.” You directed towards Will.

They nodded and everyone started filing out, eventually Lucas and Erica too. You turned back to your girlfriend and opened the book again. “So where did we leave off?’

#max mayfield x reader #lucas x reader #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #kate bush #vol 2 stranger things #stranger things #vecna stranger things #elmax #lumax #x reader #stranger things x reader #max mayfield x y/n #max mayfield x fem!reader

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jxnisnotfunny · 2 months

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before i go to bed once again. i just saw the most disturbing thing. and ofc i must talk about it, because it's ever so important.

(tw: discussion and censored presentation of extreme graphic violence)

honestly there's no beating around the bush here, i'm just gonna get to the point.

(additional note from op: "Btw I censored the @ cause it was censoredmen which I heard is a right wing account using palestine for clicks")

i saw the uncensored image too. just about an hour ago. on here, in fact, through a screenshotted instagram(?) post from motaz... idk WHAT within me wrenched the second i saw it, but something did. this photo is absolutely horrifying, harrowing and disturbing.

before anyone gets morbidly curious, let me describe the image. and let it be known that i'm not trying to be funny when i say this:

imagine if someone was lying on the ground, and all of a sudden, 90% of their body turned into splattered tomatoes. no face or head, no torso, no legs. that's what it looks like. that was a man. maybe even a boy. he was someone's someone. and now he's gone. in this most mangled form, no less... and it doesn't even stop there. the exposed right arm (still uncensored even in the embedded tweet)? you can tell where the treads ran this man over because his upper arm is completely flattened. his other arm is indiscernible. his right leg was completely destroyed into nothing but saggy flesh and a protruding tibia bone. you can't even see his organs clearly, he's just a heaping mound of red and yellow, with the only things "remaining"- aside from his right arm- being his clothes... my explanation hasn't even scratched the surface.

listen. i'm not easily disturbed by things. i've seen and heard a lot about this world and how scummy people can be... but this did it for me. i can't believe my eyes. my body is actually still somewhat shaking and sore from shock. if you're one to get easily sick from violence even leagues less gruesome than this... welp, this is your warning.

frankly, i really ought to have stopped looking at the picture longer ago, but part of me couldn't... everyone says "don't look away" when referring to the silence of you and the world as these atrocities are photographed, filmed and posted in real time... but for a good 10-20 minutes, if not more, i just kept looking. part of me wanted to argue morbid curiosity, but at the same time, it couldn't be...

i think of it now more as the epitome. the weight of the situation was just presented to me, clear as crystal. this is what palestinians are dealing with constantly while i'm safe and well at home. i couldn't imagine what this feels like, physically or mentally, but they're experiencing it right now. meanwhile, "israelis" are living as usual, pretending this is actually a two-sided war...

"israel" and everyone else complicit and/or participating must never be forgiven. this needs to end. NOW.

and the timing could've have been better for me to see this and make this post. today is the global shutdown for palestine. today is the day where we can show the world that these actions are beyond unacceptable. this picture, censored or not, should fuel your rage and urge you to take action. the plight and suffering of palestinians will end someday, as long as we keep working as a collective society and fight like hell. it HAS to.

#jxnistalking #extreme violence #graphic violence #palestine #free palestine #from the river to the sea #long post

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dark-angel-of-muses · 1 year

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Little Comforts for @breannasfluff

Wing Au for Linked Universe

Twilight sniffed the air again, annoyed as he trotted through the dense brush as a wolf. Wild had once again wandered off, and the magpie had a terrible habit of finding the most difficult-to-find nooks and crannies to shove himself into. Logically, he knew it was a good survival instinct honed by his adventure, but every time he had to go fish his cub out from under a bush or in a hole that was too small to count as a cave, it took hours.

It didn't help that Wild moved erratically, obviously having zig-zagged to check out every cool mushroom or insect that caught his eye. This meant, naturally, that his trail looped back over itself and was so incomprehensible that Twilight wasn't sure if he was running in circles at some points.

When he finally heard the telltale beeps of the Sheikah slate signaling Wild nearby, he internally groaned in relief, immediately shifting back to Hylian. His cub had perched himself up on a ledge right under the overhang of a cliff. Near impossible to spot if it wasn't for the unnatural noises coming from the tech in his hands.

Twilight beat his wings to help him get up to Wild. It was awkward, Four or Hyrule were much better at controlled vertical movement, but his cub had him trained on flying in tight spaces and odd directions. His wings were too big to get to Wild's little alcove while open. So he overshot to the top of the cliff so he could snap them close and climb down.

He had been mentally poring over of ways to admonish his cub, some other way to deliver the "Don't Go Hiding Without Telling Someone" Lecture that went through one ear and out the other, but on his trip to the top of the cliff, he had spotted something that paused his annoyed train of thought. Wet tracks had been clearly visible across Wild's cheeks, and his eyes were unfocused and hazy.

All thoughts of annoyance fled to be replaced by worry. Was his cub ok, did he remember something, was he hurt, was he safe? If he could reach his cub as a wolf, he would transform just to provide the comfort of a furry body laying across Wild's lap. As it stood, his Hylian form would have to do.

As he swung down from the cliff's overhang, he made sure to move as slowly as he could, as not to spook his protégé. It was clear Wild had seen him and knew he was coming, because the cub had set down the slate and was staring at the ground, looking guilty. Ah, so maybe Twilight's lectures had set in. It wasn't satisfying to see that, not when it was causing guilt to fall over his cub's face as he tried to stifle his tears.

"I'm sorry." Wild's wings were beginning to curl around him, blocking out the world on instinct. "I couldn't- Sky was talking about his Goron friend and then all of a sudden I remembered Daruk and I don't know why it hurt so much so I tried to take a walk but nothing was helping so I tried to look at Zelda's pictures to remember but it hurts-t'" Wild's feathers were poofing, raised as he started working himself into hysterics.

Twilight placed a gentle hand on the top of Wild's wing and pushed it away. With anyone else, they were liable to be punched as Wild snapped his wings open when startled and upset, but Twilight had enough practice to know to make comforting little growls and firm yet gentle pressure that slowly coaxed him out of his shell.

"It's OK to grieve, we've all lost someone." As Twilight pushed away Wild's wings, he crawled into the space next to the magpie. On instinct, Wild pushed forward to bury his face in his mentor's shoulder. Twilight wrapped his wing around Wild in a practiced way while bringing a hand up to run through Wild's distressed feathers in a soothing motion.

He spared a glance over Wild's shoulder, and tightened his hold on his cub when he saw the photo of the five champions, all startled as the goron hugged them close. Twilight knew Wild's pain intimately. When trying to find comfort in a memory suddenly leads it to hurt all the worse. He had days where memories of Midna's sass would help calm him from a storm, and others where it was the wind blowing in the hurricane.

He cooed at his cub, scooching back into the alcove to lean his back against the wall and firmly take the magpie in his arms. He'd give the others a signal that he found Wild soon, his raptor call could stretch for a mile around, but he would wait until his cub was settled.

After all, by the way his breathing was starting to even and feathers rested from their upset state, it was clear that they were going to be okay.

#linked universe #wing au #hurt/confort #this probably ends to abruptly but k wanted to get it out before totk reaches my house ok #fic

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Sensory Prompts #2

I've been slowly compiling some more Sensory Prompts. Here is part one. Some are similar, but not exactly the same - the ones on this list are more specific.

Requests: If you use these to request (please make sure requests are open before you do), you can mix and match with the other sensory prompts list, or even with my Writing Prompts. I usually take one-three prompts in total.

Warnings: Some of the sensory prompts in scary/horror (and maybe some in angst/sad) might be triggering to some, so be advised. There are around 130 prompts. Mentions of/Allusions to: being followed, chasing, breaking in, loss of love ones, etc.

Nature and Outside Ambiance:

Sound of wind in the trees.

Sound of rain sprinkling against the window.

Car Alarm going off in the distance.

Waves crashing onto rocks.

Distorted sound of voices in the distance.

Clouds moving through the sky quicker than normal.

Sound of birds flying past.

Lying on the ground as a gentle breeze blows.

The dropping temperature as the sun descends.

The sound of a dove call.

The cool light of the full moon shining through the window.

The orange glow cast by the setting sun.

Fog descending on the mountains.

The crunch of walking in snow.

Chirping of crickets.

Wind whistling through the cracked window.

Crunch of dried leaves under your feet.

Tires squealing as a car speeds away.

Sound of loud wind in your ears.

Hearing something scurry through the bushes.

The buzz of bees as they fly around.

Fluff/Cute/Relationship:

Arms wrapping around you from behind.

Finding an old love letter in a drawer. (could also be angst).

Locking eyes when you finally see each other again.

Butterflies in your stomach.

The sudden skip of your heart when you lock eyes with someone.

Hands brushing together.

Shoulders brushing as you walk side by side.

Catching someone staring at you multiple times.

Finding a note left for you.

Resting your head on their chest, as you listen to their heartbeat.

Their hand slipping into yours.

Sense of relief and comfort as they walk into the room.

Knowing looks and smiles from across the room.

The feeling you get when you learn a crush has been asking about you.

The gentle tickle of fingers gliding over your skin.

A protective arm around your waist.

The warmth of their hand intertwined with yours.

Their thumb brushing gently across your lip.

Heat rising up your neck and face.

The pleasant surprise and attraction of seeing someone wearing something unexpected.

A gentle kiss on the neck.

The gentle brushing of their hand against your face.

The sudden instinct to reach out to someone as they step away.

Your breath hitching in your throat when they suddenly look at you.

The burning of your neck and ears when they smile at you.

Angsty/Sad:

Reaching for someone instinctively, before realizing they aren't there.

The sudden realization that you will never see someone again.

Trying to picture someone, and realizing you are forgetting what they looked like.

Tight clench in your chest when you are anxious.

Someone looking away in disappointment.

The underlying anxiety of wondering where someone is.

Someone you once cared for, not recognizing you.

Finding an object that reminds you of someone or something you lost.

The mix of jealousy and hurt when you see them smile and flirt with someone else.

The sudden realization you are alone.

Reaching for someone, only for them to pull away.

The residual fear and anxiety after waking from a nightmare.

Sudden dizziness that makes you lose your balance.

Walking down a street, watching couples, causing jealous melancholy to wash over you.

Scary/Horror/Anxiety Inducing:

Feeling like someone is behind you, and turning to see that no one is there.

Thinking you are looking at your own shadow, until it moves.

Sound of breaking glass.

Hearing someone talking in a nearby room, before realizing you are alone, and did not leave the tv on.

Realization that you are being followed.

Someone knocking on your door in the middle of the night.

Spotting a face peaking through your window.

Wondering why the car on the street is creeping slowly, as if following you.

Someone calling your name, but you are alone.

Door handle jiggling as someone tries to get in.

Hearing footsteps upstairs, when you are the only one home.

Lights going out, plunging you into darkness.

Hearing an inhuman noise come from just outside your house.

The shadow in the corner of your eye that disappears every time you look, but is still there when you look away.

Realization that you are not alone.

Overwhelming silence.

Being trapped somewhere all alone.

Vision blurring as you begin to fall to the ground.

Bring stuck underwater, unable to swim to the surface.

Your heart beating so heavy that you feel it in your head.

Comfort:

Gentle melody of a wind-chime.

Finding an old photo that reminds you of happy memories.

The sound of someone you love, laughing.

The feeling of lying in a warm bath.

Enveloping taste of peppermint tea.

That specific taste water has in the middle of the night.

The taste of a warm fresh baked cookie.

Lying in the grass with the warm sun casting over you.

Feeling your whole body relax as you lie down to go to sleep.

The soft feeling of fur as you pet an animal.

Sweet taste of chocolate coating your mouth.

The gentle sound of bubbles as you lie in the bath.

A long needed hug.

The pleasant sensation of someone combing their fingers through your hair.

The feeling of cool water rushing over you on a hot day.

Bundled up in a soft blanket on a cold night.

Others/Misc (Didn't know where to put):

Rhythmic dripping of a leaky faucet.

Ticking sound of a clock.

Sound of someone typing rhythmically.

Sound of a drink being poured into a glass.

The bright rainbow lights reflecting off a crystal and dancing around the room.

The melody of a music box.

Time seeming to slowdown as you fall.

Sweaty Palms.

The flickering light of a candle.

The clicking of heels on pavement.

Rhythmic sound of someone drumming their fingers.

The blowing of a fan, in an otherwise silent room.

The gentle melody of a piano.

Painful numbness in your hands after being out in the cold for too long.

The sudden and quick pain from a splinter.

Sound of paper tearing.

The relief of drinking water after severe thirst.

Fighting sleep as your eyes grow heavy and your head slowly gets heavier and heavier.

The muffled sounds you hear when underwater.

#prompts #writing prompts #my prompts #written by me #writing prompt list #sensory prompts #sensory prompts 2 #scenario prompts #sensory writing prompts #ambiance prompts #fluff prompts #romance prompts #comfort prompts #mine #written my make-me-imagine

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clumsiestgiantess · 6 months

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Day 18: Frost

This one’s for the lore! I have a few different refs of the creatures in Winter’s Everlasting

(in the final picture, top left is an Ice Person, top right is a Faerie, bottom left is a giant, and bottom right is a Frost Spirit)

If you want some more in depth info, look below

Creature index:

Human - I'm going to assume you're human yourself and know what that is

Greater Wolf - A large wolf about 8 feet long, as smart as a person and can stand and walk on rear limbs like one too. Their speech is similar to English with varying Northern European accents (depending on where the wolves live). They live underneath a king and his advisors, as well as regional representatives that come petition the king every year. Their king is very vain and often throws lavish parties; his advisors keep trying to reel in his excessive tendencies.

Faerie - Speaks in a language that everyone and no one can understand (except for those who speak it, who understand it just fine) which each creature can understand during certain hours of the day. There are 7 different types of faerie, all connected to different elements. While they can control virtually every aspect of their element, they can not create it. Have unprecedented magical capacity, thus actually making their lives harder by having to follow certain guidelines that come with all that raw energy. These include: Can't give their full name or they won't be able to deny whoever knows it. All favors they take or give must be repaid (if either party fails to repay before their death, they will become bad-type immortal until their deed is done). If they lie three times about the same thing, it will never be true. Can't kill something without their permission (excludes plants) Can't touch raw iron, it will cause pinpricks in the skin that feel like burning because their 'blood' is raw energy, being drawn like a magnet through their veins to the iron. Faeries have different colonies scattered throughout the realm, all of which have drastically different cultures. Mountains - The oldest living make the rules; they live in a small palace high in the peaks. Tundra - There are no rules, everyone for themselves; they live underground w/ entrances beneath bushes. Forested - Queen/King is determined through trial by combat; they live within large tree trunks. Plains - Communities of like-minded individuals who form deep bonds & claim territories; they live openly in flowering fields & sometimes with a hospitable/unaware giant.

'Dragon' (in circus) - A forbidden hybrid between a dragon and a greater wolf. At one point they were sentient, but over a lifetime of mistreatment (and being part dragon, they've lived quite a while) they've lost their mind to animalistic tendencies.

Ice People - Live in the Northern Kingdom in a giant glacier-plowed valley. Have a social hierarchy similar to arthurian times, with five classes: Royalty, Empowered, Median, Lesser, Lost. Each higher class can tell the lower classes what to do. They look like normal people carved of crystalline ice and stand at a statuesque height of 12 feet tall. They don't eat normal foods and instead survive off heat, which is converted internaly into energy. If they get too hot, it's like overeating to them. They will (depending on how hot it is) get fatter and if it's warm enough, rupture and die. (The warmest place in the land is like an Alaskan spring, so they can survive there, they'll just get fat.) Every house has a large fireplace of sorts where a kitchen normally is. Their queen is ferice, but surprisingly good at keeping her citizens happy.

Giant - Live in the warmest part of the world, though they can survive in much colder places. In legends, they are known to “breathe life” into the world; really their breath is so big and warm it melts snow and allows plants to flourish. Contrary to rumors, giants don’t eat much meat. Meat is easy for them to digest, therefore it’s highly unsustainable for their diet as they would have to eat many hundreds of pounds of it to satisfy them. Giants mainly eat large vegetation in spurts called ‘cravings’, where they eat many large plants in a single sitting. Afterwards, they don’t eat for an entire month. They try to spread out the devastation their cravings cause between multiple places to avoid upsetting the natural life.

Dragon - They come together to vote on a new leader every twenty years, though all the voted leaders have purposely been voted in due to their relaxed rules, so the laziest one is often the best candidate. For this reason, dragons are said to be lazy though many of them are far from it, and work hard to provide for themselves and others. They breathe ‘fire’, which is really a type of magic. Different species of dragons have different types of magic; the ones in Winter’s Everlasting have a negative version of fire, which is bitterly cold and sucks in light.

Frost Spirit - The magic energy left after a human perished in a cold environment. A lot of mystery surrounds them as most beings don’t even know what they were. Many of these spirits are stationary, though there are a few more restless ones who wander around the realm. They can speak with great difficulty, so they don’t do it often.

Magic:

-Comes in many fun colors depending on the wielder. soft yellow = faerie, electric blue = greater wolf, indigo = ice person, fiery orange = dragon

-Originates from faeries as they're born with a very high energy capacity. They 'created' magic by figuring out how to manipulate the energy into spells. All creatures have this energy, some just don't have much and are less likely to be good at magic.

-Iron has magic-absorbing properties. This is especially dangerous to the faeries because they have it running through their veins like blood.

-Tier list: Faerie (literally have raw energy as blood), Ice People (can directly convert heat into energy), Dragons (massive stores of energy are in its chest), Greater wolves (the same energy stores that a human would have), Giants (they are the anti-faerie due to the large amount of iron in their blood)

Naming: Greater wolves - things/actions, Ice People - verbs/descriptors, Dragons - sounds/actions, Giants & Faeries - strange names

#again I wish tumblr kept the unique text for each being but oh well #If y’all have any questions about the different creatures I’ll be happy to worldbuild!#g/t #giant tiny #promptober/inktober

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How to Say "I love you"

Chapter Six: Things Better Left Unsaid

Chapter Index

Armin/Reader

Cws: AFAB reader, Reader is Eren’s twin sister, modern high school au, general chaos, tension, hiding together, vengeful bully, misunderstandings

About 5.5k words

Summary: The love letter Reader wrote causes much more of a mess than intended.

Jean’s hand trembled as he held the paper. He sucked in a breath to calm himself as he stood alone in the classroom, feet seemingly glued to the floor.

“No, this is a good thing,” he tried to reassure himself as he ran a hand through his hair, “Now you know what Mikasa likes about Eren, so you can just try to be that!”

Now all I have to do is make a copy and slip the original back into Mikasa’s backpack when she isn’t looking, Jean thought with a grin.

“But crap…” he mumbled, “I won’t have a good enough excuse to use the copy machines at school right now, I don’t have one at my house, and I should really get this back to her by tomorrow if I don’t want her to get suspicious.”

Jean slung his backpack over his shoulder as he began to make his way towards the door, eyes still scanning over the text. It would feel more authentic if it were in her writing, but I guess I could just copy it by hand or take a picture, but I’ll do that when I get home. I could still run into her here. Plus I don’t have a way of discreetly returning it to her right now, no use in rushing.

Jean stepped out of the classroom, the letter in hand.

Still though, what she wrote is strange, he thought, narrowing his eyes slightly, if this came from Mikasa, it couldn’t be for anyone but Eren, but these descriptions don’t sound like him at all.

The boy sighed before folding the paper along its creases and stuffing it in his pocket. Well, it doesn’t matter, he thought, if this is what Mikasa sees in Eren and likes about him, then I’ll just have to emulate that as much as possible. I won’t think of it as acting like the bastard, after all, I’m pretty sure Mikasa’s glasses were rose-tinted when she wrote this. I’ll just think of it as acting like her ideal man till she falls for me!

“Yeah,” Jean chuckled, “no real harm done, I’m just utilizing my resources.”

“What resources?” Armin chimed, turning the corner with a curious look.

“Woah- Armin!” Jean stuttered with a huff of bemusement, “I thought I saw you leave?”

“I forgot my water bottle in the classroom,” Armin replied, not missing the way the taller boy tried to dodge the question. There was a moment of silence between the pair before Jean spoke up.

“Hmm… actually, you know what? I could use your help on something,” he stated.

“Help? With what?” Armin tilted his head, “Does it have to do with your ‘resources?’”

“Yeah… so…” Jean worded his thoughts carefully, touching the tips of his fingers together and pausing for a moment before continuing, “you would want to help a friend if they lost something, right?”

The blonde raised his eyebrows, feigning innocence and curiosity before speaking.

“Yeah, of course, why?” Armin replied. Jean was never the type to beat around the bush about what he wanted. He wanted Mikasa, it was obvious. He wanted to do better on assignments than Eren, it was obvious. If he pretended the horse-face jokes didn’t bother him, the truth was obvious.

Not that Armin didn’t have any trust in his friend, he certainly didn’t think Jean would try to cause anyone any real harm. It’s just that he keeps this habit of getting in his own head sometimes and forgetting what his true values are behind who he’s trying to be before it’s too late.

“So I have this… paper that Mikasa lost,” Jean explained, cautiously taking the letter out of his pocket, “Could I ask you to put it back in her bag?”

“Um, yeah sure?” Armin replied, “I’d be happy to return it.” Jean let out a breath of relief but pulled back when Armin reached for the letter.

“Wait! Heh, not now! I’ll give it to you tomorrow, and you can do it then!” Jean chuckled nervously, and Armin tilted his head.

“Tomorrow? Why? I’m actually going to see her soon, so I could do it today,” Armin tried to take the letter again but Jean stepped back.

“Well, could you just do it tomorrow? Come on man, help a friend!” he was sweating now.

“I’m trying,” the blonde replied with a distasteful purse of his lips.

Of course he wouldn’t be able to trick Armin into doing this, Jean wanted to smack himself, he just saw an opportunity and took it without thinking.

“Listen, it’s not that big a deal, okay? You can just forget it now!” Jean tried to backtrack but Armin wouldn’t let him.

“But if you want to get it back to her tomorrow, why can’t you do it?” Armin questioned, “You’re asking me because I’m closer to Mikasa and it would be easier for me to get it back to her. But you clearly don’t care about getting it back to her as soon as possible, which means that you’re going to do something with it and then try to get it back to her without her ever finding out it was gone.”

Crap, that certainly didn’t take long, Jean internally groaned.

“What are you going to do with that paper, Jean? Why can’t you give it back to Mikasa yet?"

For someone so small, Armin certainly had a fierce determination in his eyes.

Well, no point in lying, I guess, Jean thought with a sigh before relaxing his posture.

“Look, Armin, we both know how Mikasa feels about Eren, right?” Jean asked, and Armin paused before nodding.

“Yes, I suppose so, but what does that have to do with this situation?” he asked, eyeing the folded piece of paper in Jean’s hand.

“Well this… this is… it has…” Jean trailed off, “...sensitive information on how Mikasa feels about Eren. I just want to remember it a little better before it’s returned, that’s all.”

“It’s a love letter!” Armin gasped, reaching out and snatching the paper from Jean’s hand before he had a chance to react.

“Come on Armin, what harm will it really do? I just want to utilize my resources!” Jean argued, reaching out to get the letter back only for Armin to pull away.

“It’s not about ‘utilizing your resources,’ Jean, this is wrong and you know it!” Armin retorted, “I can’t allow you to take this home. It’s special to Mikasa!”

“Well Mikasa is special to me!” Jean shouted.

“If you care about her, you’ll respect her privacy!” Armin shot back, holding the letter further away from Jean, “Did you already read it in its entirety?”

“W-well, I mean yeah,” Jean sputtered, “but you can’t say you don’t want to do the same thing!”

“Actually, I can!” Armin said definitively, walking past Jean to enter the classroom, “I won’t read this letter because I want to respect Mikasa’s privacy, and I’m going to give it back to her before you do something you’ll regret.”

“B-but Armin,” Jean followed, “how else am I supposed to get Mikasa to like me other than learning from that letter?!”

“I don’t know, Jean,” Armin sighed, grabbing his water bottle and slipping it into the side pocket of his bag, “the best advice I can give is to just be there for her, make sure she knows how much you care, and…” Armin paused as he stepped past Jean again to exit the classroom. “...even if she doesn’t like you back, continue to support her, no matter what.”

The blonde’s words hung in the air for a moment as he walked away, and Jean was left there, speechless.

“But the problem is, Armin,” he started, falling in step with the boy a little ways behind him, “Mikasa already has a thing for Eren, so how am I ever supposed to get her to look my way unless I know what she sees in him that she doesn’t see in me?”

“Jean, please. I won’t tell Mikasa about what you were going to do, but you have to stop now,” Armin insisted, picking up his pace a little.

“Come on, just let me read it over one more time. I won’t even copy it!” Jean reached forward and tried to take the paper from Armin’s hand.

Armin whipped his hand away and looked at Jean with a disappointed frown.

Jean could choose to be a better person if he wanted to, Armin had seen him do it before. He was actually pretty intelligent, and could realize that this wasn’t the way to go about pursuing Mikasa, if only his mindset would allow it.

Jean had always hoped that his efforts would be enough for Mikasa one day, but every time he saw her with Eren, he was reminded that everything he’d tried had amounted to basically nothing. Why could he never compare?

Jean was relatively popular around school, and could easily get along with a lot of people. There were even a few girls and guys who would probably say yes if he asked them out.

Jean wasn’t doing anything wrong, so he couldn’t understand why Mikasa wouldn't even consider it. Armin felt kind of bad for him, actually; it was easy to see that he held genuine feelings for the girl.

As much as Jean and Eren remain at each other’s throats, as much as they banter and squabble, no matter how much Jean would hate to admit it, part of him deep down is strikingly jealous of his rival.

Jean is naturally the average student in most fields, meaning that to maintain a status in popularity, athletics, and academics, he has to work hard.

If he tries so hard for the things he wants, puts in way more effort than he’d like to admit, why does Eren get to have all the same things with what seems like mostly just pure will and undeserving luck?

Jean’s mother would never forget how hard he trained to make it onto the soccer team in the months before high school started. He spent countless days going down to the field to practice for a chance of making the cut, and what happened when tryouts came?

Jean got a spot on the team, sure, but that bastard showed up late to practice, kept shoving others out of the way, screamed way more than necessary, but then made the team because of some crazy game-save kick at the end. The coach said he “dedicated his heart,” or something like that.

What kind of main character bullshit is this? Jean thought with a huff as everyone packed up their duffle bags.

There was this other time in junior high when Eren and Jean decided to let out their competitive spirits during a home economics cooking class. Each pairing of students had to try to make the best stew they could as accurate to the given recipe as possible.

If Jean could recall correctly, he had been on a team with Connie while Eren was paired up with Sasha. Despite the level of idiocy Connie displayed, Jean managed to keep him from making any major mistakes, and took the lead throughout most of the process.

Finally, after producing near perfect results, sure that he was going to win best in the class after Sasha spent most of her time tasting the ingredients, guess who’s soup the teacher picked?

“Mr. Jaeger and Ms. Braus’s soup is just simply unlike anything any student has ever made before,” the teacher marveled, “they didn’t follow the recipe very well, but it would feel wrong to not reward this epitome of ingenuity and passionate creativity!”

“Are you kidding me?” Jean heard Eren’s sister sigh, “Sasha ate most of the ingredients, that’s the only reason they mixed up the recipe and made it different.”

My thoughts exactly, Jean thought with a sigh.

But no, he wouldn’t stop there. It seemed like, defying all logic, Eren managed to gain a crowd’s favor with one fiery speech, would just barely manage to pull through at the end and still catch the coach’s eye, it just didn’t make any sense. And on top of all that, Mikasa’s devotion to him never seemed to run out.

Jean had tried hard and done nearly everything he could think of to get ahead and make Mikasa notice him. Now, he was being presented with a golden opportunity, and even though he knew Armin was probably right, as he was about most things, Jean couldn’t bring himself to give up that easily.

“Just let me see it for a minute, please,” Jean took another step closer as Armin backed away.

“Jean, give it a rest, I’m not going to give it to you,” Armin stated, hiding the paper behind his back.

“Well I’m not going to leave you alone until I get to see it one more time,” Jean pushed and Armin gulped.

If I can just make it to Mikasa, there’s no way he can keep asking me for it then, right? Armin thought, Although… if it really is written for Eren, I can’t bring it to him, and Mikasa’s with him right now. Y/n would be the next best option, but there’s no guarantee that her attempt at talking sense into Jean will be any more effective than mine, and I don’t want to drag her into this.

Armin clutched the strap of his bag before taking a deep breath. I guess the only thing I can really do right now… Armin spun on his heel and pushed off hard, shoes skidding on the wooden floor for a moment before he dashed off, …is try to lose him as quickly as possible!

“Armin?” Jean called after the boy, “W-what the hell, come back!”

It didn’t take long for Jean to begin his pursuit down the hallway, turning corners and seeming to always just barely not be able to reach the blonde’s backpack.

This is ridiculous, I’m chasing him? What is wrong with me? Jean thought, shaking his head. It doesn’t matter, I can’t let him tell Mikasa that I read the letter, she’d never speak to me again! I mean sure we don’t talk super regularly, but still! This is a serious problem!

Armin had never been particularly fast, but he was clever, and his stature allowed him to squeeze into many hard-to-reach hiding places. He dodged Jean’s reach, ducking underneath his arm and running the other way, leaving Jean to sputter and curse behind him as he struggled to change his trajectory. Having given himself a few seconds of lead, when the next corner came, Armin turned it and crouched into a ball on the floor to let Jean pass him. It took Jean a moment to process that the blonde had changed direction again, putting a little more distance between the two of them.

Armin had spent much of his childhood running away from the trio, and gained several skills and instincts over the years because of it. He knew all the best hiding spots in school, how to block so he wouldn’t have very many bruises later on, how to best manipulate someone into calming down, the list goes on. The bullies usually just give up after a while of chasing him, not wanting to waste their breath. Jean, however, had a greater motivation than them, and Armin didn’t have the stamina for it.

His legs burned, he needed to catch his breath, but he couldn’t leave; He’d promised to meet you by the shoe lockers.

Okay, you’ll be fine. Nearest hiding spot… nearest hiding spot… Armin tried to steady his breathing as he thought, I guess I could try to lose him in the school library.

He knew the layout by heart.

I just hope I can last till then… Armin gulped as he made a left.

As he and Jean ran through a cross between two hallways, Armin had just barely passed by before he heard a third pair of shoes and Jean’s winded grunt from behind him. The blonde slowed his pace and looked back to try to catch a glimpse of what happened, widening his eyes in surprise when they landed on your figure now running in his direction after having seemingly come from the side and shoved Jean into the wall.

“I-is he okay??” Armin sputtered, but you continued forward, grabbing his hand and pulling him along with you.

“Just run for now,” you grinned, your charisma far too nonchalant given the current situation.

You were faster than Armin, and hadn’t been running for nearly as long, so with you pulling him by the hand, the two of you were able to push Jean out of your sights and finally stop to gain back a little bit of your sanity.

“Okay… now you can talk,” you breathed heavily, “why was he chasing you? Are you okay?”

“H-how did you find me?” Armin panted, hands on his knees as he looked up to meet your eyes, “I mean thank you, but weren’t you waiting by the shoe lockers?”

“Well I mean, I was waiting for like ten minutes,” you explained, scratching the back of your neck, “I went to see why you were taking so long, found that you weren’t in the classroom, then started to walk around looking for you.”

In truth, you’d even asked the few lingering students you came across if they had seen the blonde boy, all to no avail. Most of them were busy in their club rooms or too occupied with after-school activities to have paid any attention.

“Then you went by at full speed right in front of me as if you were running from death itself,” you continued, “...only Jean was behind you. It was clear that you didn’t want him near you, so I shoved him and helped you get away.”

“Y-y/n you didn’t have to do that,” Armin raised his eyebrows, “I-”

You placed your finger over his lips to cut him short and Armin’s heart skipped a beat. He froze.

“Well I did anyway, and you still haven’t answered my question,” you said with a tender sigh, “Why were you trying to get away from Jean- or rather, why was he chasing you?”

You brought your finger back down and Armin paused for a moment before reaching his hand into his pocket and pulling out a folded piece of paper.

“He wants this,” Armin sighed, “it’s-”

“Armin!” you both snapped your heads to face the source of the noise and it didn’t take long for you to start running again.

“Please you guys, stop running!” Jean’s words fell on deaf ears. You were already pulling Armin along, scampering down the hallway, eyes in search of a potential escape route.

“If you want us to stop running then stop chasing us!” you shouted in response, and Jean grimaced.

“Come on! I don’t even have to see the paper again, just don’t tell Mikasa!” Jean pleaded.

What? How is Mikasa involved in this? you looked to the floor in thought, He doesn’t seem to want Mikasa to get involved with… whatever’s happening right now, which means that the only thing I have to do to get him to leave us alone is go to her.

You were about to voice your thoughts to Armin but when you turned your head to the side, you were met with the sight of your friend practically gasping for breath. His feet were stumbling behind yours, and the only reason he hadn’t stopped running was because of your hand.

He’s been at this for too long…

Determination flashed in your eyes and you shook Armin’s hand to get his attention. He nodded when you pointed to his pocket, and handed you the paper just as you came to another split in the hallways.

“I’ll take this to Mikasa, you go the other way!” you said loud enough for Jean to hear just as you and Armin let go of each other’s hands. He nodded in understanding and took the right path while you took the left, and just as you predicted, Jean chose to follow whoever held the paper.

“Y/n come on!” Jean called, struggling to keep up with you more than he had with Armin, “You cannot let Mikasa know she doesn’t have that paper! You don’t even know what’s happening!”

“No, but I do know that you were chasing Armin and he was trying to keep you from getting this,” you replied, holding the paper up between two fingers, “which is a good enough reason for me.”

“A good enough reason to shove me that hard into the wall?” there was a hint of spite in Jean’s voice, “That really hurt you know.”

“Sorry Jean,” you said with an apologetic smile, “but yes, I found that my motives were justified.”

Damn, now that’s devotion, Jean thought with a sigh as he continued running after you.

Armin didn’t keep going for much longer after the two of you split ways, his run slowed to a jog before he placed his hand on the wall and the other over his chest, trying to steady his breath.

How did this situation escalate so quickly? Armin thought with a sigh, eyeing a water fountain a little ways up the hallway.

He trudged over and bent down to have a drink, eyes sinking closed at the feeling of the cool water spreading in his chest.

Y/n… I can’t believe she just charged in like that, Armin thought as he drank. I mean it was reckless, and I feel kind of bad for Jean, but I can’t really be angry at her, his lips curved into a soft smile, She’s always had a very strong sense of justice, and she did it to protect me.

Just as Armin stood up straight from the water fountain, wiping the water that dripped from his lips on his sleeve, he felt something firm hit him sharply in the side.

He winced and fell to the ground, clutching where there would surely be a bruise and looking up. His eyes widened as Emil stared down at him, that angry grit in between his teeth, his eyebrows lowered.

Did he just kick me?

“You think you’re such a smart-talker, don’t you?” he scoffed, looking down at Armin’s form as he came to his feet. His eyes studied Emil cautiously.

“Yeah, I told Elliot about what happened. He said the Dean has been out on leave since Tuesday,” the older boy stated and Armin’s blood ran cold, he took a subconscious step back.

What? Seriously? I wasn’t counting on him doing a fact-check, he thought with a shaky breath.

“How dare you make a fool out of me, Arlert!” Emil tried to swing but Armin dodged.

“Emil, please, not now. Now isn’t a good time,” Armin pleaded meekly, glancing behind himself in the direction you could come from.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson,” Emil huffed, taking a looming step forward, and that was Armin’s cue to split. A new wave of energy surged through his body, charging his muscles with adrenaline as he took off. At the very least, the kids who had seemed to make it their pastime to rip Armin down did help develop his fight or flight response to near perfection.

You had almost reached one of the school’s side exits when you felt something, or rather someone, slam into your side, hard. The wind was knocked out of your lungs as you were thrown off your feet, the person falling with you as you both tumbled to the ground.

“Y/n? I-I’m so sorry!” Armin exclaimed, scrambling back up and pulling you along with him, “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, fine,” you groaned. “No need to apologize, that was a good shove,” you chuckled, “you should use it on one of them sometime.”

“Ha, I wish,” Armin huffed, barely pausing before urging you on, “But we have to go, now.”

Jean wheezed as he turned the corner, and furrowed his eyebrows when he saw you and Armin together again.

“Guys… can we please just talk about this?” he leaned against the wall, hair stuck to his damp forehead.

“I don’t think he’s much of a threat anymore,” you said with a half smile, but the sound of heavy footsteps from the hallway Armin had come down made you look over the boy’s shoulder and shudder.

“Emil? What’s he on you about?” you questioned with widening eyes, and Armin didn’t waste any time. He took your hand in his and pulled you along, forcing you to run behind him; he kept his grip firm.

It was ridiculous that Jean had started chasing Armin over some piece of paper he didn’t want Mikasa to see. It was ridiculous that you’d shoved Jean into the wall so thoughtlessly upon being presented with the situation. It was ridiculous how you and Armin splitting up to give him a break from running had somehow made the situation even worse. It was ridiculous that the four of you were now sprinting down the hallways of your school, and for what? You really had no idea how this would end.

“This way!” you huffed, pulling Armin to the right to push through a pair of metal twin doors. Your hands separated as soon as you passed the entrance, and you quickly moved to roll a cart of folding chairs from under the bleachers to block the door.

“Oh, good idea,” Armin panted, still feeling light-headed as he stepped forward to help you.

Hardly a moment after you locked the wheels of the cart, you heard someone slam on the door from the other side, grunting when it refused to open and cursing under their breath. The cart was heavy, so it only moved forward slightly, but they would get in in due time.

You were already on the other side of the gym, trying to open the door that led outside, but to no avail.

“They’ve already locked it!” you kicked the door in defeat as Armin jogged up next to you. There was a beat of silence before your anxieties kicked in.

What’s going to happen now? You sweatdropped. Although you didn’t have a strong grasp on the situation, the continuous banging and rattling of the door proved to be a constant reminder. Your barricade wouldn’t hold forever.

It had been awhile since a situation with one of the trio had escalated this badly. Because Emil, Elliot, and Theo were all a grade above you, they graduated junior high before you and left you all behind for a school year. Emil was actually supposed to be a third year student by now, but he’d been held back sometime in junior high.

Granted, occasional conflicts still occurred when you would run into them in the park or on the way home one day, but it wasn’t nearly as torturous as the year Armin had been placed in a class alone with two of them. Last year being more peaceful almost made you forget how bad it could be. Upon entering high school, you made the pleasant discovery that the teachers at this school hadn’t done any better a job at correcting the trio’s behavior than the teachers in junior high had. They seemed to have built up quite the reputation for having only been at the school for one term.

“This isn’t good,” you mumbled, looking to the floor and tapping your foot. Armin seemed just as if not more fearful of what was to come than you, and with fair reason. He explained that Emil didn’t seem to know that you had been recording the interaction with Hayate from the other day, so the blonde boy was Emil’s only target. Avoiding the bully’s vengeance wasn’t really an option anymore, and you had no idea how far Jean would go. You still had the paper Armin was trying to keep from him.

What a mess.

“What’ll we-” you cut yourself short as your eyes landed on a wooden door over Armin’s shoulder, “The storage closet!”

You took hold of Armin’s hand again and tried to pull him toward your hiding spot but he resisted, and your steps slowed to a halt. “What?”

“Y/n, it’s not a bad idea,” he started, “but if you knew someone was hiding in here, where’s the first place you’d look?” His eyes stared into yours and you sighed in understanding.

“I know, I know, but what else are we supposed to do?” you groaned in frustration, rubbing your temples and scrunching your eyes closed. Armin looked around the room.

You weren’t given much more time to think. It was like everything happened at once; Armin sucked in a breath as he saw the barricade about to be broken through, he grabbed your arm and shoulder, Emil burst through the doors, Jean followed. The next thing you saw when you opened your eyes were Armin’s looking back into yours.

His blue eyes were wide and expressive, slightly panicked, and far too close for you to be able to help the way your heart raced.

He had you both ducked under one of the bleachers, your back against the wall as he tried to keep you both out of Jean and Emil’s sight.

Armin motioned and the two of you shuffled quietly further under the bleachers, slipping past a cart of chairs and settling stiffly on the dust-coated floor.

There were carts on either side of you, so if you stayed low enough, it would be difficult for Jean and Emil to catch sight of you.

Your breathing was shallow. The space between the carts was only wide enough for one person, so Armin and you were face-to-face. The angle of the bleachers wouldn’t allow either of you to stand comfortably, so Armin was forced to lean over you as he kneeled. His hands were on the wall above your head, his arms rigid; the poor boy was practically shaking.

You held one of your legs against your chest while the other laid out straight between Armin’s knees.

Any more shuffling might lead Jean and Emil right to us… Armin thought with a nervous swallow. He looked back over at you; out of context, he might’ve thought he was having a heart attack of some kind.

You clenched your jaw and opened your mouth to say something but Armin reacted quickly and placed a delicate finger over your lips.

Your eyes widened as they looked into his. He paused for a moment, brows furrowed, lips trembling.

Slowly, he shook his head no, brought his finger back from your lips and placed it on his own. His eyes advised you to be quiet with a soft flush on his cheeks.

Your lungs tightened up as you exhaled shakily. Armin removed his gaze from yours and turned his head to the side, straining to peek between the slits in the bleachers to catch sight of what Emil and Jean were doing.

Oh my god… you placed a hand over your chest to steady yourself. Your cheeks felt hot, this wasn’t how you had expected to end up at all.

“Storage closet, gotta be…” Emil huffed, throwing open the doors and stepping inside to rummage around the equipment.

“So, aren’t you kind of…” Jean started cautiously, trailing behind Emil, “infamous around school?” Emil looked back, as if taking notice of Jean’s presence for the first time.

“I’m just trying to make that- …blonde,” his voice teetered on the edge of rage, “pay for making a fool outta’ me the other day.”

“I see, I see,” Jean sighed. They’re clearly not in the storage room. There isn’t anywhere to hide in the locker room, but still, could they be there? he thought, moving away from the storage room doorway to wander around the gym.

If you knew this morning that today’s events would lead to you and Armin being trapped together in a place this… confined, you didn’t think you’d be able to handle it. You tried your best to focus on what you could see in the cracks of light over Armin’s shoulder.

I mean it’s not like it’s the worst thing in the world… your mind trailed off for a moment before you internally slapped yourself. No! Stop it! Armin could get seriously beat up if they find us. I mean-

Your thoughts came to a halt when you caught sight of a pair of brown eyes staring at you. Staring at you from the other side of the bleachers.

Your finger tapped Armin’s shoulder and pointed, he turned his head and sucked in a shaky breath.

“What is it?” Emil shouted to Jean from across the gym as he stood stock still, “Why are you staring at the bleachers?”

Alternate title (by my best friend whom I ran this by): The Transpersonal Journey of a Sheet of Notebook Paper

Chapter Seven: Even With The Best of Intentions

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Hello! Could you write an Agatha x dark fem! reader where the Darkhold wants to reader became evil

Power

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Angst

An: I tried, I hope you like it

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Y/n was once a good witch. She was kind-hearted and sweet. She used her magic to help in any way she could. Her good deeds were second nature to her.

It's funny how quickly things change.

It took one encounter with Agatha for Y/n to know she was in love. She knew that Agatha wasn't the kind of witch she was supposed to be in love with, but the woman had a charm about her. Something that Y/n couldn't resist.

Their relationship was hard to manage at first. Y/n was reluctant to get into mischief, but a smile from Agatha was all it took.

Agatha loved Y/n just the way she was. It felt like Y/n was an angel and Agatha was the devil herself. Just like the Darkhold corrupted her, she corrupted Y/n.

Agatha didn’t want Y/n messing with the Darkhold. She knew that the book wouldn't do her any good. The charming witch did her best to keep it out of Y/n's reach.

However, the book itself had other plans. It called to Y/n, the good witch felt it. She knew what the Darkhold was and how evil it could be.

She tried to resist the call, but it was futile.

Agatha was out of the house. The book was on the table, open, begging to be read. So Y/n, did it.

She read the book. She didn't know how much time passed. All she knew is that she couldn't stop reading. Her eyes flew across the pages of the book at an unimaginable rate. She could feel the power of the book coursing through her fingers.

Her body ached to try out a spell. Just a small one, one that wouldn't hurt anyone. Y/n had the parts of the book that she read engraved in her mind already. She mentally flipped through them and found a small spell.

She whispered the words while staring at the neighbor's yard through the window. Fire appealed in their flowerbed.

Y/n watched as the flames roared higher and higher. She wanted to laugh when the couple ran out of the house frantically. The man was searching for a garden hose while the wife screamed at the flaming flowers.

When the man finally got the gardening hose, Y/n let another spell slip through her lips. The liquid that poured off the hose was black like tar. It was thick, the spray didn't reach the bushes, the wife screamed even louder.

Y/n couldn't hold in her laughter at that point. She cackled at the mess she had caused outside.

" You won't believe what's going on outside," Agatha comes barreling into the house, talking a mile a minute about the results of Y/n's antics.

She pauses when she gets a glimpse of the girl. The book on the table is shut but Y/n's hands are hidden behind her back and her eyes are looking everywhere, but the window.

Agatha marches over to her lover and reveals her hands. Dark magic coats the tips of her fingers. Nowhere near as much as Agatha’s but too much for her liking.

" You were reading the book."

" Aggie, I got curious. It opened itself up to me. I couldn't help myself."

Agatha shook her head," The book is no good for you, Y/n. You shouldn't be looking at it at all."

Y/n mumbles," You look at it."

" And I have been for years. What's done to me is done. I don't want that to happen to you."

Agatha is gentle when she takes Y/n's hands in hers. The darkness present all down her fingers. She puts her lips to Y/n's fingers and kisses them delicately.

The tiny amount of darkness springs off of Y/n's hand onto Agatha’s. The older witch tries to let go of their intertwined hands, but Y/n won't let her.

The inexperienced Darkhold user has her eyes trained on Agatha’s fingers. Her thumb caresses the other witch's hands. Her eyes slowly move up Agatha’s body and stop at her lips.

She pecks her girlfriend's lips," The book is calling to me baby. I'm itching for it, I need to read it."

" Y/n, the book will make you evil. That's not who you are."

" It could be."

Agatha tries to protest but Y/n cuts her off," Picture it Aggie. Me and you, two of the most powerful witches in the universe. We could bend the world to our will. Together, we would be unstoppable. Especially with the Darkhold on our side."

Y/n was good at knowing how to persuade Agatha. She knew what spoke to Agatha and what didn't. She knew her girlfriend loved power almost as much as she loved her.

The thought was titillating to Agatha. Her eyes closed as she pictured them ruling everything together.

Y/n's lips found her neck, sucking on a tender spot. Her teeth grazed Agatha’s skin, causing her to moan. Y/n's breath tickled the woman's ear," Besides, certain things about me aren't as pure as they seem."

She nibbles on Agatha’s ear, smirking as the woman throws her head back.

Agatha takes a step back from her girlfriend to regain her composure. She attempts to settle the lust in her gaze before looking at Y/n.

" Fine, but I have one condition. The book will not become more important than each other."

Y/n smiles," You are the most important thing in my universe, my love. I won't let anything break us apart."

The promise was one she'd struggle to keep.

If Agatha had an obsession with power, then Y/n was addicted to it. Y/n had never felt such a rush in her life.

The darkness climbed from her fingers up her arms, almost reaching her shoulders. She tried every spell she could get her hands on.

She wanted to master the book.

" Y/n, hon, can you put the book down just for a few seconds. I need you."

Y/n was reluctant at first, but she shut the book and headed up the stairs.

" Aggie, what do you-oh."

The spell that the witch was casting caught Y/n's attention. It looked like a simple locating spell, but there was something different about it.

" Where do you need me?"

Agatha gestures behind her. Y/n slinks behind her girlfriend, holding her arms steady as the magic spewed from her fingertips.

" I've found something. Something powerful. I'm trying to sense it out, I just need a little more power to-"

Before Agatha finished her sentence, Y/n had lent the witch the extra power. Agatha moaned at the sensation, which made Y/n smirk.

" Too much to handle, love?"

Agatha shivers," I don't think I could ever get enough of you."

" You have all of me, Agatha."

The older witch doesn't respond, partially because she's trying to stay focused, but part of her almost doesn't believe it anymore.

" Found it."

Y/n peers over Agatha's shoulder to see the immense power source. Her eyes darken," What is that?"

" I don't know."

Y/n eyes were dead set on it," I need it."

"Maybe it's not smart to go after it," Agatha says timidly.

" Sweetheart, are you hearing yourself right now? All that power, ripe for the taking. It's calling to me."

Agatha rolls her eyes," That's what you said about the Darkhold."

Y/n senses her apprehension," And I was right. I'm more powerful than I've ever been. With that much power, I'll be unstoppable."

Agatha removed herself from Y/n's grasp. She put distance between the two of them. She wouldn't allow herself to look at the girl.

" You promised me, Y/n," her tone was fragile when the words left her mouth.

Y/n tried to stand her ground," Agatha, I-"

" All you ever do is read that cursed book. The more you read it, the more you forget about me. All you care about is power."

" You used to be the same way. Why can't I enjoy the power?"

Agatha scoffed," That's a lie, Y/n. I always put you first, and you know that."

Y/n chuckled," Are you saying I don't put you first? Agatha, are you serious?"

Agatha’s eyes were fierce when they met Y/n's. Though tears pooled behind them, she didn't let a single tear fall.

" When was the last time we had dinner together? The last time we went to bed together? The last time we had sex, Y/n? You're too focused on that fucking book, to notice how you've been neglecting our relationship."

Y/n didn't want to believe Agatha’s words. She hadn't been that blind to her lover, had she?

" I don't want to leave you, but I will."

Y/n's eyes went wide, she scrambled over to Agatha. Y/n closed the distance between them, but didn't touch the older witch.

" Aggie-"

" Y/n, I love you so much. I love you more than anything in the universe, and I used to be sure you loved me the same way. Now, I think power may mean more to you than I do."

Y/n hands shook as tried to hold Agatha’s," I told you, when I started this journey, that you are the most important thing in my universe, my love. I meant it then, and I still do. I- I fucked up. I lost my focus, I made you doubt me, and I'm sorry. This power means nothing if you aren't by my side."

Agatha wanted to believe her lover, but she was hesitant. She placed a kiss on Y/n's cheek and pulled her hands away.

" Don't make me leave, Y/n."

Agatha walked out of the room. Y/n fought the urge to follow the woman. Her heart burned in her chest. She wouldn't lose Agatha, she couldn't.

Her eyes drifted over to the map, where Agatha had pinpointed the source of power.

She could have both, she just had to find the balance.

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