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Does anyone know the name of a symbiotic titan fic about the reader being transported into the show during a dark and stormy night, being found by Lance?
I know the whole point of being with a yandere is the fear factor of it, but I feel like a super boring obsession to be with. Like, all I do is work, shop, and doomscroll.
giant is just trying to sleep but something is tussling with their skirt turns out itās a cute lil tiny who (like a dog) canāt find the perfect comfy spot
Yeeeees yes yes yes I so genuinely love when that trope is sprinkled in, especially in a fearplay-heavy scenario.
It's always a classic to put a tiny in a pocket but there's so many other place you can keep them as well. Tucked against you're neck with a scarf, pressed to your chest by a zipped up jacket, hiding in the cuff of your sleeves when they're startled. And these places can be so warm, so tight, so close to pulse points...perfect spots to doze off even if they don't mean to.
And also when they start squirming and the giant can feel every little fruitless struggle against them, the tiny pinned down tight against them just by some clothes, forced to eventually settle and be let out later.
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AUTHORS NOTE: if you want maximum impact, listen to I'm Your Man by Mitski when you get to Hendrick's part of the chapter.
The journey back to Mabelās hometown had been completely uneventful once again, and though she was tired from waking up so early, she knew it meant she could be home before the next morning. She stepped up to her childhood home, breathing in deeply and exhaling with a smile before pushing the door open. The home was cluttered in a way that left it looking inviting, herbs hanging from the ceiling, plants littered over every surface, and not a speck of dust in sight. Everything in the home was incredibly well loved, and it showed in the way that the small couch in the sitting room seemed to slouch too close to the ground. Her mother poked her head out from around the corner, a bright smile appearing on her face the moment she noticed.Ā
āIāll be right there, Mayflower. I just need to dry off my-ā
āMabel!ā Her father practically zoomed over to her. His eyes were watery and tired-looking, and the tip of his nose was shiny and red. āDid you know that itās possible for faeries to be living in your house?ā Cedric grabbed her by the shoulders, uncharacteristically energetic. āOh, I feel so awful, I must be a terrible host.ā He grumbled, letting her go before pacing back and forth while grabbing things before setting them right back down.
āCedric, my love, please go lay down again. Youāre still sick.ā Gwenās arms encircled Mabel, and she squeezed her daughter into a hug. āI knew I shouldnāt have let him talk me into giving him the non-drowsy kind.ā She shook her head, walking back over to him.
āWhy is he even talking about faeries anyway?ā Mabel laughed slightly, watching her mother do her best to get her father to at least sit down. He was a determined man, even when he wasnāt a little woozy off of her mothers remedies.Ā
āThere was a storm a few days ago, and Bucky found a little faery out in the rain. The poor thing was soaked to the bone.ā Gwen stood beside Cedric, not once taking her eyes off of him. āThat same storm is the reason your father is sick.ā She rolled her eyes with a small smirk on her face.
āYour petunias needed to be moved!ā Cedric argued, leaning forwards. He seemed as though he wanted to stand up but knew better. āI had promised you that Iād do it that day, rain or shine. So I did it-ā
āRain or shine, yes, yes, I know.ā Gwen sighed, pressing her palm into her forehead. She eventually recovered, turning back to Mabel. āBut anyways, he brought her here last night since the moon was going to be full, and I took care of her for a little while. Your father was very excited to have a child in the house again.ā
āYou and Bucky grew up too fast, Mayflower.ā Cedric complained softly, seeming reflective. āI can only hope that one day youāll bring your son around.āĀ
āI will, Papa.ā She replied with a nod. āMaybe soon, actually. I suppose the Winter Festival is coming soon.ā She said to herself, thinking again about all of the things sheād want to get for Jack and her husband. The Winter Festival was celebrated each year on the day of the winter solstice, and it had always been a day of connection and gift-giving, at least in her family. Ever since she had married, her family had begged her to bring Roger with her for the celebrations, but her husband had always declined. He didnāt want to intrude, even if Mabel had assured him that idea was nonsense.Ā
āWhat did you come for, Mayflower?ā Her mother asked, stepping back towards the room she had come from.
āOh, well, it's getting colder, and Jack doesn't have any warmer clothes, I was just wondering if we had any of Buckyās old stuff?ā She asked, following her towards the kitchen. She glanced once over her shoulder to look at her father, who now seemed to be staring off into space.
āI think that weāve got some, Iāll get it for you.ā Gwen glided through the hall, not bumping into a single herb. Mabel followed closely behind, taking in every scent. She had forgotten just how much she had missed this. āHow old is he, again? I canāt remember if you told us or not.ā
āHeās fourteen.ā Mabel replied, stopping behind her once the pair made it to the closet. āBut, he is a lot smaller than Bucky was at that age. Itāll probably be big on him.ā Mabel noted, realizing now that it probably would have been a good idea to get Jack's measurements and purchase new clothing from a tailor.
āIf itās a problem, bring him around and your father will be happy to alter them.ā Gwen said, reaching into the closet and producing a cloth sack full of clothes. She opened it for a moment to look into it, and sure enough, inside was Buckyās old childhood clothes. Gwen closed the bag again, and handed it to Mabel. āThose should be warm enough. If it gets bad, Iām sure thereās a wool coat in the bottom of the bag.āĀ
āThank you.ā Mabel smiled, setting the bag down beside her. It was fairly heavy, and she knew that carrying it home in itself would be a bit of a struggle. Gwen closed the closet door, and then a small crash noise came from the front room. Mabel jolted, eyes going wide, but her mother simply shook her head and sighed.
āCedric?ā She called as the two moved closer to where he had been. āWhat are you doing, honey?ā Mabel followed closely behind her mother, bracing the back of clothes against her back.
āNothing my love, I was just, uh, trying to organizeā¦ā He trailed off, and Mabel would soon see why. He had been organizing the bookcase in his energetic stupor, and had knocked off a few bottles full of different dried herbs. Nothing was broken, luckily, as Gwen knew better than to use thin glass, but they had still hit the ground. Cedric coughed a few times before putting them back on the shelf.
āCedric.ā Her mother sighed, stepping over to him. āI think itās time you get some rest.ā She placed a hand on his shoulder and tried leading him to their bedroom. Cedric followed, of course, but he still coughed along the way. āIāll get you some more cough suppressant, and maybe this time Iāll make sure itās the drowsy kind.ā She made a point of saying, and her husband simply mumbled on the way to get some rest. Mabel stood, watching after her parents for a moment, noting that her father seemed to be limping again. She took in a deep inhale, hoping that no tears were bubbling up in her eyes. They were getting so old, and here she was not taking care of them. Of course, Bucky lived nearby, and he could always take care of them, but that didnāt mean she didnāt feel bad about not being there. It was so hard to reach her when she lived with Roger, and often she feared that she wouldnāt be told when something went wrong. She hadnāt been told about her father getting sick, and even though it seemed like her mother had handled it, she couldnāt help herself from wondering what could have happened without her even knowing. She bit her lip, starting to chew at the rough skin there while she worried more and more, only stopping when she heard her motherās footsteps again.
āDo you need anything else, Mayflower?ā She asked, and Mabel shook her head. āAnything to eat?ā Mabel shook her head again.
āNo, thank you.ā She knew that if she ate anything with a racing mind that itād be likely that sheād get nauseous. āI should probably go though, I want to be home before dark.ā Her mother nodded, embracing her in a hug again.
āIāll miss you until you come back, Mabel.ā She noted, and Mabel squeezed her mother just a little bit tighter.
āI will too, mom.ā She fought back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. āIāll come back as soon as I can.ā It wasnāt a promise to her mother, though. It was a promise to herself. She hoisted the bag of clothes over her shoulder and stepped out of the house, pausing only once to look back at her childhood home over her shoulder. She sighed, worry once again filling her entire form, but she knew she needed to continue on. She walked back towards town, knowing she had a little more time before the cart she usually took returned to town. She made a beeline towards Buckyās stand in the marketplace, hoping to talk to him about the faery child he had found last night. At least that would take her mind off of all the worrying.Ā
āMabel?ā She stopped walking the instant she heard her name, eyes scanning the area for who it had come from when she was suddenly swept off the ground and pulled into a hug. A hand covered her eyes playfully. āGuess who!ā A smile crept onto her face.
āOh, come on Bucky, I know itās you.ā She laughed, turning around as he loosened his grasp. He seemed a little more hairy than normal, and he scratched his chin with a hand at an almost inhuman speed. āI just came from a visit with Mom and Dad, I heard about your little discovery the other night.ā She lowered her voice, and Buckyās smile began to droop a little.
āShe's alright. I-Iām helping her search for her home, she got lost during the storm, but well⦠the full moon is sort of hindering things.ā He mumbled, grabbing her arm and pulling her off to the side. Though Bucky had been adopted into the family when Mabel was just a toddler, and she loved him even with his lycanthropy, not everyone felt the same way. Luckily no one here had found out, as her mother and father were very good at covering up any incidents that arose, but that didnāt stop the family from feeling on edge from time to time. Once he had successfully got them out of the bustle of the streets, he cleared his throat. āMomās been pretty good about watching her. But, well, sheās antsy to know where Iām going at night, and that makes me worry just a little.ā
āWell, youāve never exactly been that dangerous on full moons. Just a little more excitable, thatās all.ā Mabel replied with a shrug. āThereās a reason Dad never had a problem when I went out to find you at night. You wouldnāt hurt a soul.ā
āNot on purpose anywayā¦ā He trailed off, crossing his arms. Mabel sighed. āI know, I know, I-Iāve never actually hurt anybody, but that doesnāt mean it wonāt happen.ā He countered an argument sheād given him time and time again. āSheās also small enough to fit in the palm of my hand, which absolutely does not help at all.ā He shivered at the thought, and Mabel realized that she recognized that thought.
āMaybe I really should bring Roger around for the Winter Festivalā¦ā She trailed off, noting it mostly to herself. āIt seems you would have more in common with him now than ever.ā Bucky cocked his head to the side, akin to the way a dog would. Then he perked up, grabbing her by the shoulders excitedly.
āOh, yes, right, you have a child now!ā He smiled brightly, his pointed ears twitching up slightly. āHow is he? How is Roger? How are you?ā He spewed the questions excitedly, his entire bulky form vibrating with sheer excitement.
āWell, his name is Jack, and heās doing a lot better than he was. Roger is acclimating to it, heās had some problems but nothing we havenāt been able to deal with, you know?ā Mabel smiled back at him, enjoying his excitement. But then her smile began to fade as his face remained questioning her own opinion, and she realized that there was no way to escape her own worries anymore. āBut I⦠Iām not so sure I can be a good mother to him. Iām usually the one to have the more⦠serious conversations with him, at least so far, but itās not like I know what Iām saying. I still barely feel like an actual adult myself, and I-Iām only pretending I have any of those motherly skills. Roger thinks that I know everything, because of the orphanage, and I worry that if he knew, he wouldnāt have any confidence at all whatsoever, and obviously thatās bad-ā
āWoah, woah, woah, slow down.ā Bucky squeezed her gently. āTake Roger out of the equation. You donāt have to worry this much about him.ā He noted, and Mabel took in a breath.
āI-I⦠Iām inadequate, Bucky. I mean, I-I never really got a real job, I never moved out, I-I⦠I mean, I worked with kids once, but not in a way that's really comparable to having a child, so I-I⦠Iām scared. I told Mom and Dad, but they just seem so confident in me without reason, and I just⦠I donāt have any of that confidence.ā She brushed at her face with a hand even though it was dry, hoping that she wouldnāt cry. Bucky took a deep breath before wrapping his heavy arms around her and pulling her close. Her nose twitched, pinching her eyes shut and burying her face in the crook of his neck and allowing herself to be held.
āYou are not inadequate. You are not far behind, you arenāt some spoiled noble brat who had everything handed to them, you chased after the things you wanted and you got them.ā He pulled back slightly to make eye contact with her. āYou are a wonderful person. That is an undeniable fact, but that doesnāt mean you have to know everything.ā He sighed. āI⦠well, you never really saw how our parents had to adapt to raising me, but⦠it really is about figuring it out as you go. I know that's absolutely the opposite of what you want to hear, but itās true.ā Mabel took in a shaky breath, and Bucky exhaled with her, another thing they used to do as children.Ā
āYouāre probably right.ā She breathed out again, a small smile coming to her face before it fell off again. āCan I ask you to do something for me?ā She asked, feeling raw and exposed.
āOf course.ā Bucky nodded, bringing his face in close.Ā
āIf Mom or Dad ever need help⦠if you ever need help, please donāt hesitate to write me a letter.ā She felt the weight lift off her chest as she allowed herself to express the worry. āIt will never bother me, and I will always come and be here, no matter how small you think it is.ā She placed a hand on his shoulder, looking him right in the eyes so heād know she was serious. Bucky nodded seriously.
āOf course. The falconer owes me a favor, anyway.ā He winked, smirking at her with confidence. His ears twitched, his pupils narrowing and darting to look past her. āBut I think that your cart is here.ā He noted, and Mabel turned around to see the cart driver waving at her. She was always sort of amazed by his enhanced senses, and she stepped away from him while waving.Ā
āIāll see you soon, Bucky, I promise Iāll be back for the Winter Festival!ā She called to him, even though she knew he would hear her anyway.Ā
āYou better!ā He called back, waving after her.Ā
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Hendrickās fingers twitched against Edmundās hands as his mind raced. His eyes were focused on the window as he watched the sun rise. It would be morning soon, and yet he hadnāt slept at all. This would be his final contact with Edmund before he left to finally find Jack, and it hurt quite a lot more than he had anticipated. Of course, that hurt was compounded with the petrifying idea of feeling love for the giant baker. He had never loved anyone like this, and it was a very bizarre feeling. But on top of that, he could only hear his fatherās angry voice echoing the idea of what a man was supposed to be in his head. He was to be strong, to be masculine, and he was to love a woman. There was no room for error in his fatherās mind, and in turn, his own. He could not be allowed to love a man. Then again, when had his father ever been right about what it meant to be a knight, or even a man? Everything his old master had taught him contradicted just about every word that had ever seeped from his fatherās mouth, and Hendrick began to feel himself calm ever so slightly at that reminder. Unfortunately the echoes of his fear of not being manly enough were only replaced by a different fear, that Edmund would never return this kind of affection. He turned his head, looking at the sleeping giantās peaceful face and feeling a sense of preservation seep into his stomach. He would do anything to stay here in this moment, with the giant in blissful ignorance of his dilemmas. If only it could continue on like this, and Hendrick could hide his feelings. But he knew himself too well. There wasnāt a subtle bone in his body. He turned back towards the rising sun, deciding to pull himself out from underneath Edmundās hands and stand on his chest. The moment he moved, however, a large finger curled around him.
āHendrick?ā The word rumbled beneath him, and he felt his face heat up. He knew both of Edmundās beautiful brown eyes were trained on him, and he almost couldnāt bear to look. But he looked anyway, his yearning to see the giant bakerās face outweighing his better sense. Edmundās eyes were squinted but shining in the dim sunlight, his lips pulled into a slight pout. āDid you need something?ā The giant asked, remaining in place. He picked up one hand and used it to cover his mouth while he yawned, before setting it back down in front of Hendrick. It was a subtle movement, and yet it still made him nervous. Realistically, there wasnāt much he could do if Edmund chose to keep him here despite his wishes. Even though his heart assured him that the giant baker would never do such a thing, his brain decided it was plausible enough to account for when he chose to speak.
āAh, no. Not-Not really.ā He stuttered, almost kicking himself at the hesitation. He needed to sound confident, there was no time for him to act like a lovesick fool. āI just wanted to stretch.ā He lied, stretching his arms above his head even though he didnāt really need to. He looked at Edmund, who was still looking at him through half-lidded eyes. āYou can go back to sleep, if you want. I didnāt intend to wake you.āĀ
āItās alright.ā Edmund eased him, a finger rising up and rubbing the top of his head. Hendrick did his best not to sigh with joy at the contact. āI donāt mind, I wouldnāt be able to fall back asleep now if I tried.ā The giant cupped his hand around him, lifting his body up to a sitting position. Hendrick was deposited off to the side for a moment, feeling cold and dejected while Edmundās arms stretched far above the giantās head for a moment or two. He wanted so badly to spend these last moments in Edmundās grasp, where for a moment he could be sure of himself. He looked toward the window again, spotting the way the sky was painted an array of gorgeous shades of deep red and orange, the golden sun a perfect centerpiece.Ā
āWould you like to go watch the sunrise together?ā He proposed, a smile forming on his face. Edmund's face flushed darker, and his eyes seemed to widen slightly at the idea.Ā
āSure.ā He replied, and Hendrickās heart fluttered in his chest. He'd get one beautiful final moment before he had to leave, at least. The giant shifted, grabbing him up with thick but careful fingers. Edmund stood from the bed, yawning towards the ceiling before looking back at Hendrick. The giant stared at him for a moment or two, clearly thinking about something. Hendrick was lifted up at a pace that was only slightly too fast, stopping just before Edmund's face. He flushed red immediately at the thought that the giant might kiss him right here, right now, but he knew that was only a delusional thought. There was no way the giant was getting as much pleasure from their shared interactions as he was, and that simple idea kept him from expressing it himself. āWould you⦠like to ride on my shoulder?ā Edmund asked, glancing towards the mentioned spot. Hendrickās smile only grew at the idea of subtle contact.
āWhy not?ā He supposed, feeling like a free man. He was once again lifted at that slightly stomach-dropping pace, before he was deposited onto Edmundās wide shoulder. He stood at first, taking in just how⦠average everything looked from this height. It was almost as if he were a giant like Edmund, and his smile began to fade. It was another reminder that he was too insignificant for Edmund, too small to fit into his world in the slightest. But oh, how he wanted to. He took a few steps closer to the giantās neck, sitting down and leaning against it. He could hear the giantās heartbeat, like this. For a moment, he closed his eyes and just allowed himself to live in the moment again as the beating quickened its pace. His perch lurched forward as Edmund headed for the back door, stepping out into the chilly morning air. Hendrick opened his eyes, shivering a little and nuzzling closer to the giant. He could feel the way Edmundās muscles twitched beneath him, and though it hurt, he imagined that it was all reciprocation.Ā
āWell, uh, th-this is the sunrise, basically.ā Edmundās voice rumbled against him, and though it was loud, the knight did not regret his place near the giant's voicebox. Out here, he could tell that the sun had painted the clouds beneath it chalky shades of pink and purple, and he allowed himself to take in a deep breath before he could say what he needed to.Ā
āYou know, I quite enjoyed staying with you, Edmund.ā He said, allowing his cheeks to heat. He couldnāt give away too much of his feelings, and now that he was sure the giant wouldnāt be able to see him, he was able to express a lot more freely.
āI like you being here too.ā Edmund replied, much softer this time. Hendrick noted his gentleness, the change of volume, and it only made his cheeks deepen in color. His insides twisted as the next words formed a bitter taste on his tongue.Ā
āI have to leave today.ā He said, allowing the words to rest in silence for a moment. He felt the giantās breathing stop for a moment beneath him. āYou-ā He cleared his throat before rephrasing. āThis truly was a wonderful experience. But, I must continue my quest for my nephew.ā He felt the shoulder beneath him begin to quiver, and large fingers floated over and plucked him up. For a moment, Hendrick felt his stomach drop at the idea that Edmund might not let him leave, but only for a moment. That idea dissipated quicker than it had come to him, and he was placed in barely shaking hands. Edmundās deep brown eyes were locked onto him, and they almost seemed wet looking.Ā
āI-I⦠I know.ā The giant replied, taking in a deep breath to try and calm himself. Hendrick moved to stand, his heart aching at the sight of his eyes welling up.
āOh, please donāt cry. Eyes such as yours were never meant for tears.ā He stepped as far forward as he could, hoping that maybe somehow, he could reach the giant. Edmundās breath caught in his throat, and he choked out a ragged exhale. His mouth opened, but Hendrick interrupted him, fearing that the giant would beg him to stay.
āHendrick, I lo-ā
āI have overstayed my welcome, Edmund, as much as I loathe to admit it. I-I have shirked my duties simply because I wanted to stay here, but I can ignore that no longer. You are too great a man for me to burden you with my guilt.ā The words spilled out of his mouth, each polished and refined but laced with impending sorrow.Ā
āWhat about your promise?ā Edmund uttered, before looking away as though the words had slipped out.
āI have no intent to go back on my word.ā Hendrick straightened himself stoically, almost a little offended that the giant would think so low of him. āIf you call, I will come. No matter where I am, I will come.ā He reiterated, looking down shamefully. He hadnāt realized that something like this would hurt quite so badly. Yet another mistake to add to the infinite list. At least letting Edmund down now would keep the yearning in his heart from taking root and spreading. Deep down, though, he knew it already had. Deep down, he was betraying himself far more than the giant, and he felt his eyes begin to sting. He would not cry, though. His father had always told him it was unbecoming. āPlease, Edmund. I cannot leave my nephew alone. I⦠I have failed so many people, I-I-ā
āI know.ā The giant took a deep breath. āPlease, promise me youāll be safe. Promise me youāll come back.ā Hendrick hesitated for a moment, freezing up. His sister had said the same thing years ago, and he hadnāt kept up his promise. He knew it was a fantasy to promise his safety, not when he didnāt even care about it himself. It was an unimportant factor. The important thing was to keep others safe. To keep Edmund safe, even if it meant keeping the giant safe from Hendrick himself. āPlease, Hendrick, promise me.ā The giantās voice wavered, breaking Hendrick out of his trance. He was nothing but a lovesick fool. And like a fool, he replied despite everything he knew.
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