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justme315 · 19 hours ago

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New family 2/?

First part:

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

Fear, mention of vomit , characters being religious, curse words, mention of sexual assault, mention of dehumanization

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I was double fucked.

There we go again, me cursing for the second time while starting my story. I promise, I'll try my best for it to be the last time I start with that kinda sentence. Really.

It's just, if I though that what happened previously was bad then what happened later that day was literally hell. Well, yeah I can imagine worse (and believe me when I tell you what happened a few days later you will actually see far worse, but I can't spoil my own story) but it was still bad. Really bad.

Okay, some creeps that enjoy the company of giants would disagree that it was bad at all. But if you're not a giant-obsessed creep (sorry for calling some of y'all out) then you'll understand why it was so bad for me. Okay, back to the story.

As you might recall, I fained mare secounds before officially meeting my moms giant fiance and his sons. Yeah, great first impression. Dad would have been proud. He was just as awkward as me but this once I won with him on 'the worst first impression competition'. Well, I hope he saw this from heaven and laughed at me.

I suppose I though I would soon be 'reunited' with him, if you know what I mean.

C'mon, I can't be the only person that doesn't get why a giant would marry a human if they actually don't have any sick intentions! I mean, everything is really outta place, those kind of relationships have basically nothing to offer. I wouldn't say I'm a traditionalist, I'm bisexual myself so that is kinda impossible, but I'm not there for "mixed-sized" marriages if you know what I mean. They weren't legal (untill like 5 years previously to the story I'm telling you) for a reason!

Shoot, I'm talking about all those things again and you'll consider me a specist. Let's get back to what happened after I fainted.

I don't really know what happened mid-time, my mind was blank after I fainted all the way to the moment I have awoken. It was probably the first time I was actually so unconscious that I can't recall anything.

When I awoken, or more likely started to regain consciousness all I remember is the feeling of warmth. It was really, really warm.

It wasn't too good for me because I had puked what, like 10 minutes before that? Yeah, throwing up again wouldn't have turned out very well for me back then.

Once I finally opened my eyes I still felt dizzy. The whole world around me was moving and I promise you I heard my heart beating so loud that I though I was dying. Well, it wasn't exactly my heartbeat, I later found out.

For a few secounds I couldn't remember what I was doing before I fainted and I couldn't understand where was I. Everything was moving, like I was in a car, but far more.. enourmous.

Crap.

I forgot about those damn giants.

I tried to figure out where I was as I sat up. Whatever I was sitting on was squishy and warm. I tried to get my balance back as my eyes started to unblur. I heard my mom's voice.

"Zack! You're awake!" she yelled out with relief.

Oh yeah. Me and my mom were together. We were going to meet up with her boyfriend and his sons. Why did I forget about that? How did I?

I touched my head, feeling it hurt. What the hell was actually happening?

"Ethan, honey can you get me closer to Zack, please?" I heard my momma's voice once again, though it now wasn't directed to me.

Wait. Ethan? I know that name from somewhere... Oh, fuck.

"Sure, auntie, whatever you ask for" I heard a manly voice echo around me. It was so low and loud that it sounded like it was coming from some concert speakers rather than a real person. I was literally drowning in this voice that seemed to sound from every direction around me. As if I were somehow surrounded by it. Was this even possible?

"Just be careful Van, don't move too suddenly, Ethan is still learning how to manage an overly trusting human" I heard another manly, yet softer voice that somehow felt even more surreal. I was starting to understand what was happening. We were with the giants. Probably in a car. I was..

The same voice that spoke less than a secound ago let out a chuckle and I swear that once I started processing the words he had said I was about to freak out again when I found another reason to.

"Dad don't say that!" the voice around me echoed louder, making me feel my heart skip a beat. My head was spinning again "Auntie, don't listen to him. I work with human kids, I know just how to handle your kind, no need to worry"

The rest of the short conversation seemed blurred out to me. I was more concerned on a discovery I made. I finally figured out my surroundings.

I was half-sitting on the lap of a giant.

Ethan, specifically.

My eyes widden, my head screamed at me to freaking run away as far as possible, my legs felt groggy, my breathing fasten as I slowly raised my eyes, first looking at a enourmous stomach covered by a white comfy hoodie, then at a neck with visible veins (which creeped the heck out of me) and finally at a face of a gigantic beast named Ethan.

His hand was reaching out to Andrew, who was driving and my mom casually walked into his opened palm from the shoulder of her 'fiance'.

My teeth bit into my lower lip before I could let out a yelp at noticing how easily the freaking 60-ish foot tall dude handled my mama, my only treasure, only family.

My mom was soon lowered in my direction and believe me when I tell you, catching eye contact with a giant was the worse ever feeling for me back then.

Ethan smiled at me with those freaking fangs of a killer and I felt my whole stomach rushing up my throat.

If it wasn't for the fact that earlier I have literally vomited everything that was inside my body I would have surely puked at that moment.

I felt my freaking soul leaving my body as the gigantic dude-beast smiled at me and eyed me up and down.

"Hey, kid. I'm Ethan"

And I was back down.

Yep, I fainted again. I know shitty thing but damn, that's freaking terrifying! You wouldn't be much better facing a giant, I assure you!

Well, they didn't let me be unconscious (or dead at that point) for long enough, my mom rushed to me and shoke me awake.

"Sweetie! You fainted again!"

Yeah, no shit mom, I was on the lap of my probable future murderer that could literally do anything to me, I had nothing to be afraid of.

"I did..?" I mumbled, rubbing my face.

Don't call me a coward, I just wouldn't say something that rude to my mama, even if it was the truth. If you were raised properly by your mother you would know not to talk like that to her (unless she's a bitch, then go ahead).

"Maybe we should actually go to the hospital" said Andrew, looking at me for a secound and then back onto the road.

"No baby, I think he is just tired. Let's get him home and give him some time to rest and then we'll decide" my mom answered.

Ethan looked down at me with now a concerned expression but didn't say anything. He seemed conflicted. I don't know what was him problem but I appreciated that he didn't touch me nor say anything to me again directly.

Even though I appreciated not being touched, it didn't take my fear away, my body was still trembling and all I wanted was to hide from his gaze.

My mom worried sick and spoke some stuff to me for the rest of the ride, but if I'm being honest, I couldn't understand even a single word she said, I was too focused on the fact that I was on the lap of this enourmous young man and his eyes never left my body.

I actually felt a little sad (don't kill me mama) that I didn't just die at the airport. I wouldn't have had to be so close to giants.

Ethan had a conflicted and even sad look on his face but I couldn't actually figure out why. Maybe it was because he couldn't kill me in front of my mom? Would that even matter to him? Or was it his father or brother? I don't think they would've minded it. I was not actually sure why me and my mom were still alive but I was grateful to God that we were. I also prayed that my mom would escape somehow, with me preferably but my hope about her realizing we were in danger was long gone.

Before I knew how many miles we had traveled, the car stopped.

"And we're home" Andrew announced happily.

Ryan left the car, not saying a word, slamming the door so hard that not only me but also (surprisingly) my mom flinched.

Ethan turned his head around to face his brother but the two never made eye contact. That was weried. What was happening between those two? Okay, I was hella scared but drama is drama! As long as I'm not a part of it I'm a fan.

Andrew signed.

"He'll be over it soon, honey" the oldest giant said, looking at my mom, making a small, reassuring smile. Even though I was terrified of the giant and his voice made my head spin unpleasantly I felt some pity inside of my heart. Andrew was a tired dad with visibly some issues with Ryan. Yeah, he was my probable future murderer but I could still pity him a little.. right?

"I'm sure he will. He just needs some time to adjust, that's all" my mom answered her fiance. I was curious what was all of this about. I got so involved in trying to figure out the situation that for a secound I forgot that those were actually giants I was thinking about and being within their reach (do not remind me that I was on Ethan's lap, please, it was as scary as it could).

"I'll talk to him auntie, he can't be this rude to you both" Ethan added into the conversation. I didn't like how he called my mom 'auntie'. It sounded as if they had a relationship. And as if it was sincere. I hated it very much. I didn't like how they tricked my mom into believing that they had no sick intentions. She was my mom. Not their "auntie" nor "Van" (it's a nickname for Vanessa if you wanna know).

"We all need to adjust. It's not easy for neither of us. Sure, for me, your dad and you Ethan it might be easier but it's still hard to change our whole lives" my mom tried to sound assuring, petting the giants hand. I flinched as I realized what she was doing but I didn't say a word, I just held my trembling hands together with more pressure.

Ethan's eyes landed on me again. I swear he looked right into my soul. He didn't seem angry, more likely sad and surprised. What was he surprised about?

"We should be heading back home." Andrew spoke again, trying to look more positive, even though it was visible it was forced. That somehow made my heart ache. If he was a human I would have felt bad for him. But he wasn't a human.

Andrew opened his door. I realized that I couldn't get out of the car on my own. I paled again. My mom noticed and came closer to me, grabbing my arm for support as I stood up. Cold sweat flew down my spine. I didn't want to be touched by either of those giants. Abso-fucking-lutely not.

I closed my eyes tightly, expecting Ethan's enormous hands to grab me forcefully and carry me home as if I were a toy. My heart was beating faster, my breathing became shallower, my legs were barely able to keep my balance.

I felt a terrible pressure in my chest, that stinging feeling you feel when you're extremely anxious, as if something was crushing you from the inside.

I waited for a second, two, ten, but the grip never came.

All that happened was my mom speaking to me:

"Why are your eyes closed? Are you feeling worse again?"

I immediately opened my eyes and looked at her confused yet worried expression. My eyes then landed on Ethan who was now even more visibly shocked and sadden. What the hell was his problem exactly? Did I look this pitiful that even a giant pitied me? Dang.

"No mama, I'm f-fine.." my voice shook way more that I intended to reveal in front of the giant. I nervously moved form one leg to the other. I realized it was the first time I spoke in front of a giant in my normal volume voice. That one sentence mumbled before that was basically a whisper.

Ethan's gaze never left me as Andrew exited the car. My mom's as well, but her gaze was less intimidating.

I still don't really know how Ethan knew but I'm sure as hell he knew way more than my mom that I was scared. She acted as if I was just sick while he.. seemed to notice.

"Would it be okay if I took you in my open palm and took you back home?" the giant man spoke in a softer, slower and more quiet voice, his hands never moving an inch in our direction. It felt surreal.. was he really asking us about consent to being held? He could just grab us. He could do anything. He didn't need our consent. Even if we said 'no' he could still do anything he wanted. But somehow.. somehow the fact that he did ask was not only shocking but also.. slightly calming.

"Ethan, honey, what a silly question, of course you can!" My mom chuckled a little, smiling at the beast ahead of us.

"Sorry auntie, but I wasn't talking to you" he smiled softly at her, showing those fangs of his a little (which surprisingly didn't scare my mom but made me take a tiny step back) and then his eyes met mine and I felt uneasy, trapped even, my body stiffen "Zack, will you allow me to get you back home on my open palm? No pressure, kid"

My heart literally stopped for a moment. I was shocked he asked me that. I knew there was pressure - my mom, the giants, no other way into the house - but he pretended to care. To actually mind how I felt about that. He also never used the words 'hold' or 'grab' and he kept emphasizing that his hand would be open. I didn't know what game was he playing but he was doing it really well since I felt a little more easy about the whole situation.

I didn't want to be touched though. I hated that idea. I hated physical touch in general but being on a giants hand, totally dependent on him was even a thousand times worse. But what I was supposed to do? He would stop pretending to be polite once I said 'no'. Also, my mom would be mad. I didn't want my last memory of her to be anger.

"Zack, sweetie, Ethan asked you a question. Answer him, so we can get back home" my mom rushed me, though the giants eyes landed on her with dissaproval (though at first I mistaken it with anger, i must confess (I might have been a tiny little bit paranoid)).

"Y-Yeah.." I mumbled, or more likely yelped at Ethan's eyes returning to me. I could barely speak with him being this close.

He didn't seem convinced and wanted to say something but we heard Andrew calling from outside the car: "Are you coming or not?"

The giants eyes scanned me up and down again and then he slowly moved his right hand and lowered it onto his lower thigh, still leaving about 6 meters between himself and me. My mom rushed to get on him palm, while I stood there, biting my lower lip. The feeling in my chest returned. I looked up for support in my mom but her eyes didn't even meet mine. But Ethan's did.

"It's alright Zack, I promise I won't drop you, I know to handle humans" he spoke softly and quietly as if trying to calm down a startled animal. Was this what I was to him? A scared kitten? Humiliating.

My mom's eyes landed on me and she then looked as if she finally realized what was actually stopping me from getting on that palm. But it was as clear as day she would not reveal that I was scared of Ethan. I don't know why, wasn't it obvious?

"Ethan, honey he is just scared he will fall, that's all. Zack don't be silly and come here" she chuckled nervously as if trying to hide a secret. Good job mom, totally not suspicious and totally not making me look like a coward. Good job.

I took a deep breath and a unsteady step ahead. It was the first time in my life that my legs didn't obey to my will. Well, it wasn't exactly my will but I tried to actually pretend like I wasn't afraid.

I looked up and Ethan looked at me with those enourmous hazel eyes full of pity and emphaty.

I finally figured out why I and my mom were still alive.

They must have viewed us as pets.

I gulped at that though. I remembered how gentle and polite I was to my first hamster - exactly like Ethan was to me now. Great, I was going to be dehumanized for the rest of my supposably short life. Lovely.

"It's alright" he cooed again, as if talking to a baby animal. It really pissed me off. I am clearly not an animal! Like damn, I am an average (maybe even a little handsome) guy, not a pet.

I actually enjoyed the fact that I was more annoyed than scared at that moment, this emotion didn't stop my legs from moving at last.

It took me a moment but I actually did get on the giants hand. The fear returned to my body. I was pretty much petrified. This was freaking unnatural. I was standing on something so squishy, warm, unsteady, so alive. I hated being held by a giant. His long fingers creeped me out the most. They twitched from time to time.

The enourmous guy spoke again "Hang on, we're heading out".

He soon stood up and exited the car. I gulped, feeling all my organs moving. Saying I was uptight was an understatement. It was like an extreme rollercoaster, only without any protection, while standing up and with an unpredictable route. I couldn't help but let out another yelp as he started walking. I couldn't really keep my balance well, but my mom held me in place.

The ground was so far away that I knew if I fell down I would 100% die. My mom somehow wasn't bothered by that. Like, we get it mom, you're a crazy, giant-obsessed, old woman but freaking have some decency and don't be elated by being in danger! (Please don't let my mom find this blog, she will kill me).

My heart was pounding faster than it physically could. I promise you, I have had a heart attack. I tried not to move, just to ensure myself that I wouldn't die falling down.

It didn't help that Ethan's eyes LITERALLY never left me. Like, how creepy can you be?

Oh.

What if I was supposed to be HIS pet?

This would have made sense. Andrew would take mom, Ethan me and Ryan was pissed off at both of them because he didn't get a pet. It sounded realistic.

My mouth went dry at that though. What would he do to me? I have heard stories of humans being dehumanized and held as pets by giants. Some kept them in cages. Some forced them to be nude in those. They would feed them trash. They would force them not to speak. They would punish any disobedience very, very harshly.

My eyes became glossy, tears began to built in them.

What would be Ethan's punishment towards me?

This question made me almost break down. What would he do to me? Would he be the "nice owner" that treats pets with care? Or would he be cruel?

I remembered my friends story, when we were back in my school. He told us about his cousin who was kidnapped by a giant. I think I told you this story before. What if my fate was similar?

What if I would be abused mentally, physically and sexually?

Oh my dearest Lord God what if that was it? What if both of them were sexually deprived creeps? What if Andrew was 'dating' my mom, becouse that was what was in his mind? Was I about to become a victim of that? Would anyone even believe me? Would anyone save me? Would anyone save my mama?

I muffled my sob. I was fucking terrified.

Lord God, please hear my prayers and save us - I prayed - Please God, don't let them harm my mom. I don't care anymore what tortures I'll go through but please save mommy.

Before my mind could take me any further we entered the house - my new prison.

It was freaking enormous but I have to admit, it was also pretty. Those dudes were freaking affluent. I wiped my eyes, trying to hide my fear. My mom's eyes now met mine.

"Is everything okay sweetie?" My mom petted my shoulder. I smiled sadly at her. We were about to die but we were together. We were a team. As long as I was with her it was okay.

"Yeah" I mumbled, hugging her, fearing it would be the last time.

"Welcome to your new home!" Andrew announced.

Welcome to hell.

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Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it 🥰 Can't wait for y'all's questions and theories!

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tinyundercover · 2 months ago

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cassie!

a one-shot about a young borrower girl in the pepper & felix universe <3

you don’t need to have read pepper & felix to read this! :)

word count: 3.3k

Exhaustion hung from Cassie’s small frame. Her boots dragged along the dusty wood beneath her, wobbling with each uneven step. A miserable noise escaped her, and she hugged herself.

The insides of the walls towered over her. Barely nine years old, Cassie had never ventured this far into such an unfamiliar place, especially not on her own.

She whimpered before she could control it, and suddenly the wall besides her slammed into her shoulder, sending a sharp pain rocketing through her body. It took a few seconds for her to register that she had fallen against the wall, and she winced in response, rubbing at the soft sleeve of her pale dress as she stumbled back to her feet.

A distant rumbling sound found its way into the air, and Cassie’s lips tightened. Although she had spent most of her life living outside, she would recognize the sound of human footsteps from a mile away.

She supposed she had ventured her way into some sort of human living-space, but she hadn’t exactly had a choice, considering the thunderstorm that had descended upon her outside.

As long as I stay in the walls, I’ll be fine, Cassie thought decidedly, although the aching pain in her stomach offered some objection.

Within thirty minutes, Cassie stumbled her way into a secluded gap in the walls, large enough to fit multiple borrowers comfortably. Dust coated the floor and walls in a thick gray layer, but it wasn’t anything that the young borrower wasn’t used to. With a swell in her chest, Cassie dropped to her knees and began to unpack her satchel.

She didn’t have much. A blueberry, a thumbtack, a fraying quilt, and a loose hoodie were all that she retrieved, but she immediately felt more comfortable with her belongings laid out in front of her. The child wriggled into her hoodie— a thick, gray article of clothing that her mother had sewn for her a few months ago— and pulled the hood up, concealing the light curls of her short hair.

After taking a nibble of her blueberry— not too much, of course, her mother had drilled into her just how important it was to ration her food— Cassie wrapped herself in her quilt, pulled her thumbtack into arm’s reach, then laid against the hard, cold floor. The nine-year-old’s lashes fluttered as she quickly fell into an uneasy, dreamless sleep. She wasn’t used to being alone like this, but she was strong. She was almost ten years old.

She’d be okay.

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Two days had passed, and the thunderstorm outside failed to cease. Cassie was, inevitably, trapped inside this building.

The walls had become a lot more daunting the longer she spent alone. Cassie shivered, leaning against the wood frame. Thoughts of her mother drifted through her mind, but she firmly shoved them away, despite the anxiety gnawing at her chest. She could do this. She could wait just a little longer for the thunderstorm to pass— then, she could venture back outside and return to where her mom would be waiting with open arms.

It had been entirely an accident, when Cassie had become separated from her mother. She didn’t mean to wander off, and she certainly didn’t intend to trap herself inside this building, where the giant, echoing footsteps of the humans surrounded her constantly.

Her blueberry had quickly vanished within a day, and her hunger continued to gnaw at her. Cassie chewed her lip, hugging her thin stomach.

The humans would have food, right?

Almost immediately, Cassie scolded herself, shaking her head until her light brown curls bounced. If her mother had taught her one thing, it was that humans were bad. There was absolutely no reason Cassie should ever put herself close to one… even if it was just to grab something to eat, before the humans even noticed her.

The rumbling footsteps passed by again, and Cassie trembled, pulling her hoodie tight around herself. Once the storm passed, she could go back outside and forget these humans existed. She’d be okay.

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Cassie was, unsurprisingly, not okay.

Her hunger had been difficult to fight, and with a heavy, terrified heart, Cassie stumbled her way through the walls again, her thumbtack gripped tight in one pale hand. She knew that the thumbtack would be absolutely no match against a human if she were to be caught (a sickening thought), but even the smallest weapon brought her some comfort.

When she finally came across a gap in the walls— a thin, barely noticeable crack reaching from the base of the floor to an inch above Cassie’s head— the borrower halted, twirling her thumbtack nervously. She waited for a moment, and when no stomping sound of human footsteps greeted her, she gathered enough confidence to peek through the crack.

An enormous space greeted her. A ceiling stretched high above her head, so high that the yellow light fixture seemed a tad bit blurry. Unfamiliar pieces of furniture surrounded her, some of which she vaguely knew the names of— a bookshelf, a long blue couch. Everything surpassed her in size, and Cassie suddenly felt very, very out of place.

The borrower chewed her lip, heart pounding. She hadn’t even come across a human yet, but icy fear was already gripping at her wrists and threatening to drag her away. Was this even worth it?

Her stomach whined, weak and painful, and the nine-year-old rocked nervously on her feet. Her decision made itself, and she squeezed through the gap in the walls and stumbled out into the wide open space of the apartment.

She immediately froze in place, as if a human might descend upon her at any moment, but the apartment seemed emptier than ever. Silence greeted her, and with a nervous flutter in her chest, she walked forward.

Almost immediately, the floor shook with distant footsteps. With a wild gasp Cassie scrambled backwards.

The sight of a real, live human entering the room sent cold terror spiraling down through Cassie’s thin ribs until it settled into a cold rock at the base of her stomach. She stiffened.

This human was tall, unbelievably so. From down on the floor, Cassie could barely make out the definition of their shoulders and face, impossibly high above her, positively towering. They moved with an enormous elegance, walking across the room, and Cassie suppressed a startled noise.

The emptiness of her stomach long forgotten, Cassie spun around and darted back into the safety of the walls.

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Cassie understood that being caught by a human meant that she would be killed.

Her mother had drilled that knowledge into her from the moment Cassie was born, and Cassie had spent her entire life avoiding humans. She had grown up outside, in a beautiful garden with her mom, living off of berries and rainwater. An elderly human woman would occasionally appear to tend to the garden, but Cassie and her mother ignored her, for the most part.

Now, her small hands shook with both fear and hunger, clinging to her thumbtack, while she backed herself into a corner.

Having gone three days without eating anything, Cassie had finally mustered up the courage to explore the human’s apartment again. She had wandered her way into a kitchen, and while she had been surveying the towering counter, trying to figure out how to climb up to the tantalizing fruit bowl which almost seemed to mock her— the floor had rumbled beneath her.

The human— the tall, enormous, terrifying human— had entered the kitchen through the massive front door, and Cassie had scrambled into the corner, where the cupboard met the wall. She was mentally berating herself for not having a proper escape plan, heart racing with terror. Her mother would be disappointed with her— if, of course, she ever managed to see her mother after this.

She felt dizzy. The human didn’t seem to have noticed her yet, despite how close he was to her. He was doing something on the countertop, out of sight from Cassie. Her heart continued to pound, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the human’s towering legs. Two enormous shoes taunted her. If the human barely glanced to his right and spotted Cassie— would he even hesitate to stomp on her?

A weak whimper escaped her lips, and she slumped further into the corner, her thumbtack threatening to slip from her trembling grasp. The hunger was almost more overwhelming than the terror, gripping at her chest. She had never been this close to a human in her life, let alone by herself. A sob grew in her throat.

When the human turned, an enormous shoe approaching, she couldn’t stop the shriek from escaping her.

The shoe halted. Cassie suddenly found that she couldn’t contain her tears— and as the human shifted, a pair of startled blue eyes landing on her, her knees buckled and she collapsed against the wall, sobs wracking her tiny shoulders.

The human made a noise akin to an “oh,” but Cassie barely processed it. She could hardly breathe, icy panic tearing its way through her body, seizing her muscles. Her vision blurred. She couldn’t back away enough from the enormous form standing in front of her.

She let out a choked noise as one of those massive knees suddenly bent, and suddenly the human was kneeling down, bringing himself closer to her, and icy fear shot up into her throat.

“No, wait!”

The words escaped her before she could control them, and suddenly Cassie was lost to begging and pleading, her voice catching in breathy sobs. Her shoulders pressed into the firm wall behind her. “Please, wait, don’t—! I don’t— I don’t want— please don’t kill me, I— I— please!”

Her vision instantly filled with water and blurred. She couldn’t handle being this close to such a massive being. He was too big. His presence overwhelmed her, overpowering and terrifying, and he was going to grab her at any moment. Within seconds, Cassie would be dead, or trapped in an unrelenting fist, or— or—

“Oh, no.”

Why hadn’t he snatched her up yet? Cassie’s breath hitched, and she peeked her eyes open, only to flinch back. The human took up the entirety of her vision, a blue sweater hovering over her, two enormous hands resting on massive knees. He was speaking, his voice quiet and startling soft, but Cassie barely processed a word that left his mouth. Do humans eat borrowers? Oh, god, please, no. Cassie sobbed.

“Please, just take a deep breath, I’m not gonna hurt y—”

The human’s hand moved, and before Cassie could think, she bolted.

She didn’t exactly have anywhere to go; while she would have preferred to sprint away from the terrifying human, she had no choice but to stagger along the wall, towards the doorway. Her legs moved slower than she would have wanted, due to the hunger ebbing at her body, but she hoped that she would be fast enough to somehow escape the human in time.

She was not.

The human said something, a quick rush of startled words, and suddenly Cassie was being swept up into a hand.

A hand.

“No!” Cassie shrieked, panic coursing through her body like electricity.

Her arms lashed out in terror, and the human flinched as soon as the point of her thumbtack made contact with his palm, leaving a red streak in its wake.

Unsurprisingly, her thumbtack was useless against a hand three times her size. Despite the initial wince and the soft “ow” from above her, it took no effort for the human’s other hand to descend upon her, gently pinching the scarlet blade of the thumbtack just as she was preparing to slash again. Cassie let out a strangled gasp as her only weapon was tugged effortlessly from her grasp, and she wept, tears pouring freely down her face.

“I’m sorry,” she wheezed, crumpling back into the human’s enormous, powerful fingers. “I’m so sorry, I’m so— please don’t hurt me, please, please, I’m sorry, I don’t want to die, please—“

She felt like a fool for attacking him. The human had trapped her in his hand, and the very first thing she did was give him more reason to hurt her. She could barely handle this human looking at her; there was no way she’d survive him being angry. Her stomach lurched.

“Please don’t hurt me,” Cassie choked out, burying her hands in her loose curls. “Please. I’m so sorry.”

“Wait,” the human said, voice hushed, and Cassie flinched back. It was difficult to even meet his blue gaze as it searched her tiny trembling form. “Wait, don’t apologize. It’s okay.”

“I’m— I’m sorry.”

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

Cassie was very aware of the fact that she was being cupped in two powerful hands, both of which greatly surpassed her in size, but they hadn’t snapped shut on her yet. She was on the verge of blacking out, her weakness and hunger and terror overwhelming her.

“I promise you’re safe,” he continued, and vaguely Cassie wondered why he seemed so worried. Surely, he wasn’t scared of her.

He could do anything he wanted to her. He knew that, right? She certainly did.

Cassie took a deep, shuddering breath, desperately scrubbing at her wet face. The human merely shifted his shoulders and she flinched, then broke off into choppy breaths.

The human’s gaze flickered with worry. “How… old are you?”

If she didn’t answer his question, would his gentleness disappear? Cassie swallowed thickly. She supposed she should be lucky that he was holding her so delicately, the way a human would hold a trembling baby bird.

“I’m nine.”

“Nine?” The human echoed in surprise, his large shoulders jerking. “Oh, no.”

Cassie stayed silent, hugging herself. An enormous blue gaze scoured her small form, seeming hesitant. If Cassie didn’t know any better, she would think that this human appeared to be afraid of her. The massive hands enveloping her form shook slightly underneath her.

“What’s… your name?” He continued after a moment of chewing his lip. “I’m Felix.”

She blinked up at him, heart racing. She was still expecting him to turn on her at moment, but instead of flattening her or shoving her in a jar, this human was offering his name?

“Cassidy,” she said weakly. His head inclined towards her to hear, a strand of blonde hair falling between his eyes, and Cassie’s stomach dropped. Fear continued to crawl up through her ribs, and she shrank into herself.

“Cassidy,” the human echoed. “That’s pretty. You… you’re a borrower, right?”

Any semblance of safety crumpled completely. Cassie’s shoulders jerked back, alarm bells shrieking in her mind.

He knew about borrowers. He must have experience with borrowers. Terrifying images whipped through Cassie’s mind, of borrowers being trapped in cages, experimented on, snatched up between hands. Her throat tightened, and she flinched back, shoulders jerking into the large fingers cupped behind her.

When her blurry gaze refocused on the human above her, his face had softened, blue eyes searching her anxiously. “Woah, hey. It’s okay.”

“Please don’t kill me,” Cassie sniffled, and his brow knit worriedly.

“I’m not going to.” His voice was quiet. After a tense moment, he asked, “would you feel better if I put you on the counter?”

“Wh-what?”

“I just… I… I feel uncomfortable with you down on the floor. Is the counter alright?”

She wasn’t really sure what he was asking, her mind fuzzy with fear and hunger, so she simply nodded. The human paused, taking in her trembling reaction for a moment, before he slowly shifted back.

“I’m gonna stand up now, okay?”

His words sent a tingle of panic down Cassie’s spine, and she stiffened, gaze dropping to the enormous palms below her. When the human’s enormous body moved, knees shifting, she could barely contain a whimper, squeezing her eyes shut.

The sheer power of the human in front of her made her want to cry. She had known that humans were big and scary, but this was absolutely terrifying, how easily he could snatch her up and move her around without a second thought. Perhaps she was lucky that he seemed too fond of her to kill her, in a strange, stressful way.

Her eyes snapped open as soon as the hands below her tipped, and suddenly she was stumbling off onto a smooth counter. Her knees buckled immediately, and she collapsed, hugging her heaving chest.

He had set her down. She wasn’t exactly sure why he had brought her up closer to eye level— but she was grateful to finally be on a solid surface, away from his overpowering hands.

He stood in front of her, large hands resting delicately on the edge of the counter. She took a few deep, shuddering breaths, which he was clearly willing to let her do before he spoke.

“I’m sorry for grabbing you,” he began gently, and suddenly his hand returned, a thumbtack pinched carefully between his fingers. A jolt of surprise found its way up Cassie’s spine. “Here. I wasn’t gonna keep it, I promise.”

Cassie took a few more uneven breaths, staring up at him, before she cautiously reached forward. Her hands were so shaky that she could barely wrap her palms around the thumbtack, but after a few seconds she had her weapon resting assuredly in her lap, and the human’s hand retreated.

“I know I’ve said this before, but I’m really not going to hurt you.” The human paused, brow furrowing in concern. “I promise. My… my friend is a borrower, too. I wish he was here to talk to you, but he’s visiting his sister right now, and I…”

He trailed off, chewing his lip, and Cassie only blinked. This human considered a borrower to be his friend?

He could be lying, Cassie reminded herself. He’s probably just making this up. Probably.

“Do you have– I mean, are you… are you alone?” The human asked, hesitating with his words. “Are your parents around?”

Cassie’s lip trembled, and she dropped her gaze. The fight had left her body a long time ago, and exhaustion now dragged her down, weighing heavy in her chest. “My… my… my mom.”

It felt disgusting, to reveal something so personal to a human, but her stomach was aching so badly and she could barely think anymore. As terrifying and overwhelming as he was, this human had offered her a shred of kindness, and after three days of solitude she was desperate for anything.

The human remained quiet, expression open and inviting, and after a shaky breath Cassie continued. “I lost my mom somewhere. I came in here to hide from the storm. I…I’m sorry for intruding. I just… I’m sorry.”

Concern crossed the human’s face. “The storm started… what, three days ago?”

“I think so,” Cassie sniffled.

“You’ve been alone for three days?”

“Yeah.”

The human paused, blue eyes shining with genuine worry. “You’re nine.”

Cassie nodded helplessly. The human seemed especially agitated about something, but her terror prevented her from asking what it was.

“Have you eaten anything?”

Cassie hiccuped. The onslaught of questions made her head spin, but she was just grateful that the human would rather talk than kill.

“Not really,” she responded weakly, fingers digging into the fabric of her dress. Her vision darkened again, a stark reminder of how empty her stomach was. “I– I came in here to look for food. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I didn’t mean to bother you.”

The human stayed quiet for a moment, blue gaze flickering with an indecipherable emotion. Cassie’s breaths were small and wobbly.

“Let’s find you something to eat,” the human finally said, voice softer than ever. Cassie’s head jerked.

“Huh?”

The human’s large hands approached the fruit bowl, and his attention briefly turned away from the borrower. “You’ll feel better if you ate something,” he said kindly, plucking a grape off of the vine. “I promise.”

Cassie blinked, eyes wet, as Felix turned back towards her. With a swell in her chest she took the grape from his offered hand, and it wobbled between her small palms. “Thank… thank you.”

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I didn't really intend to create a new character, but Cassie just popped into my brain a few weeks ago and I needed her to meet Felix raaahhhh

I hope you enjoyed this!! I am so happy to be back and I can't wait to start posting writing and art again :P

#pepper & felix #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #borrowers #g/t fearplay #unintentional fearplay

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