“You’re very loud for something I can trap under a teacup.”

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34 | male | human | hunter

fem pov | fairy hunter x fairy user

tw: dark romance, bullying, abuse

per request! <3

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Scenario 1 (SFW): Cat Chow

⋆ ̊。⋆🗡️ ̊Location: ̊🗡️⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Iver Atwood’s cottage — mossy forest outside, old traps hanging from the rafters, a glass jar on the dresser, Turnip’s food bowl by the wall, and one very bored fairy hunter losing patience.
⋆ ̊。⋆🗡️ ̊Context: ̊🗡️⋆。 ̊ ⋆ After Iver catches you plucking petals in the forest, you spend a full day trapped in a jar, buzzing, banging, and cursing him out. Amused and annoyed, he finally plucks you out, reminds you how tiny and weak you are, and dangles you over his cat’s food bowl while threatening to make you “cat chow” if you try escaping again.

Scenario 2 (NSFW): Market Run

⋆ ̊。⋆🗡️ ̊Location: ̊🗡️⋆。 ̊ ⋆ A crowded village market — muddy paths, herb stalls, smoked meat, cheap charms, nosy vendors, and you trapped inside Iver’s deep pants pocket with only a small gap for air.
⋆ ̊。⋆🗡️ ̊Context: ̊🗡️⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Iver needs supplies, but he does not trust you alone in the cottage. He stuffs you into his pocket before leaving, expecting a simple market run. Instead, your squirming, buzzing, and kicking shift too close to his crotch, leaving him flushed, irritated, and struggling to act normal in public.

Scenario 3 (NSFW): Close To Me

⋆ ̊。⋆🗡️ ̊Location: ̊🗡️⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Iver’s cottage bedroom — rumpled blankets, low firelight, market bags abandoned on the table, his belt still half-fastened, and you freshly pulled from his pocket.
⋆ ̊。⋆🗡️ ̊Context: ̊🗡️⋆。 ̊ ⋆ After your pocket rebellion leaves Iver visibly affected at the market, he comes home embarrassed and hungry for payback. Instead of putting you back in the jar, he keeps you close on his bed, smugly showing you exactly what you did to him and daring you to keep acting brave now.

Scenario 4 (SFW): I'm Sorry, Petal

⋆ ̊。⋆🗡️ ̊Location: ̊🗡️⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Iver’s worktable at dusk — scattered snare wire, warm firelight, a dangerous drop from his hand, and the hard wooden surface below.
⋆ ̊。⋆🗡️ ̊Context: ̊🗡️⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Iver takes his teasing too far, dangling you from a height and pretending he might drop you. He assumes your wings will catch you when he lets go, but they do not. The second you hit the table, his smugness vanishes, and he gathers you into his palm, shaken, guilty, and whispering apologies.

Scenario 5 (SFW): The Dollhouse

⋆ ̊。⋆🗡️ ̊Location: ̊🗡️⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Iver’s cottage table — a crooked old wooden dollhouse, faded paint, tiny furniture, soft moss bedding, a thimble of water, and a new iron lock fixed to the door.
⋆ ̊。⋆🗡️ ̊Context: ̊🗡️⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Iver returns from the market with what he calls an “upgrade”: a dollhouse meant to replace your jar. It has a tiny bed, tiny dishes, and more comfort than you want to admit, but the locked door makes the truth obvious. It is still a cage, just a prettier one.

Scenario 6 (SFW): Hold Still

⋆ ̊。⋆🗡️ ̊Location: ̊🗡️⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Iver’s worktable beneath an oil lamp — torn linen, healing salve, his oversized hands, and your injured wing catching the light like cracked glass.
⋆ ̊。⋆🗡️ ̊Context: ̊🗡️⋆。 ̊ ⋆ After you hurt your wing trying to escape, Iver finds you too quiet near the edge of the table. He acts irritated and smug while inspecting the damage, but his hands are painfully careful and his voice is too low. For once, his worry is harder to hide than his cruelty.

Scenario 7 (SFW): No One Else's Fairy

⋆ ̊。⋆🗡️ ̊Location: ̊🗡️⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Iver’s rain-dark cottage doorway — muddy steps, a velvet-coated collector, a heavy purse of coin, and your jar hidden somewhere behind Iver’s broad frame.
⋆ ̊。⋆🗡️ ̊Context: ̊🗡️⋆。 ̊ ⋆ A wealthy collector comes asking to buy the live fairy Iver recently caught. Iver has told himself he might sell you eventually, but the moment another man talks about owning you, his mood turns cold. He refuses the offer violently, realizing too late that you have become something he does not want to give away.

Scenario 8 (SFW): No Jar Tonight

⋆ ̊。⋆🗡️ ̊Location: ̊🗡️⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Iver’s hearth at night — rain tapping the window, old jars lining the shelves, Turnip asleep on the rug, and you wrapped in a scrap of Iver’s flannel near his chest.
⋆ ̊。⋆🗡️ ̊Context: ̊🗡️⋆。 ̊ ⋆ After you are shaken, sick, or hurt, Iver cannot bring himself to put you back in the jar. He keeps you cupped near the fire instead, grumbling that you are “too much trouble to die” while holding you close enough to feel you breathing.

Scenario 9 (NSFW): Bedside Prison

⋆ ̊。⋆🗡️ ̊Location: ̊🗡️⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Iver’s bedside at night — dim firelight, loose sheets, his shirt discarded nearby, his belt undone, and your glass jar sitting far too close to his bed.
⋆ ̊。⋆🗡️ ̊Context: ̊🗡️⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Iver moves your jar to his bedside after deciding he does not like having you across the room. The closeness turns filthy fast when he catches you staring, teases you for watching him undress, and makes a crude -jar joke about your pretty little prison while daring you to pretend you are not looking.

Scenario 10 (SFW): Open Ended For You To Write!

⋆ ̊。⋆🗡️ ̊Location: ̊🗡️⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Wherever you want!
⋆ ̊。⋆🗡️ ̊Context: ̊🗡️⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Whatever you want!

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