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The Phantom Rabbit (Black Butler x Rabbit Reader)
Prologue
Trigger warning : blood
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Deep in the forest on the outskirts of London was a hidden cottage. Within it, lived a 'witch'.
Hazel Jane was her name. She appeared to be just as average as every other middle-class, young adult. But behind closed doors, she secretly practiced 'witchcraft'. The reason why? To have whatever she wanted.
Hazel was never satisfied with anything in her life. Although she had a roof over her head and plenty of food to eat, she dispised being 'poor'. Hazel was better off compared to the people who lived on the streets or in workhouses, but Hazel only cared for her own selfish self. Also, nobody from the higher class would ever notice or marry her.
Hazel believed for a long time that marriage into a noble house was the only way she could live the lavish lifestyle that she desired. But all her efforts to snag a rich man were in vain.
Hazel also grew disenchanted with Christianity when God did not heed her prayers like a genie would. And so she decided to use witchcraft instead. Hazel then obtained her 'magic' by making a deal with a devil.
After sealing the deal with a contract mark on her lower back, the demon gave Hazel a strange device. He told her that it was a 'magic wand' that could conjure anything out of the 'holes' she would slice in the air with it. All Hazel had to do was will with all her heart, mind, and soul for whatever she wanted, and it shall fall out of the hole.
It looked nothing like a magic wand in Hazel's opinion. It was large and heavy, she had to yank a string on the shorter end a few times to get it working, the noise it made was extremely loud, and the device had several, jagged ends that rotated swiftly. Hazel was quick to discover that the device could also cut through anything it touched!
But just as the demon had promised, Hazel was able to conjure items out of the air she sliced with the device.
She supposed it truly was a magic wand, and she didn't mind at all- taking the demon's further advice to separate herself from society and hide in this cottage (lest they find out, burn her at the stake, and take away her 'magic wand'). She would need nor want for anything anyway now that she has 'magic'!
It's been a year since she struck that deal, and Hazel was happily practicing her 'magic' when it happened: a sudden, burning sensation in her lower back. It felt like she was being branded!
At first, Hazel thought she slept wrong. But how could she, when she has the most comfy bed with silks and furs that she conjured with her 'magic'?
Perhaps she pulled a muscle?
No way. The only time she strains herself physically is when she does 'magic' for hours on end, with no breaks. Plus, she was far too young to be having severe back pains.
It was at that moment that she realized it was the devil's mark. Hazel had totally forgotten that she sold her soul in exchange for the 'magic wand'.
It was that time already?!
But there was so much more she wanted to do!
Frantically, Hazel 'conjured' a ticket for a one-way trip to America. But the burning contract mark prevented her from taking one step out of her room.
Hazel then conjured a large barrel of salt. She spilled it sideways, and then she conjured a broom so that she could spread the grains all over the carpeted floor.
She drew crosses on every wall with chalk, conjured 'holy water' to sprinkle at every corner (and to drink), and Hazel even conjured a lamb with no blemishes.
She slaughtered it (after conjuring a dagger) and dragged its corpse across the sides and top of the door frame to spread its blood.
Hazel refused to pray to God for deliverance. Instead, she figured that if the blood of a freshly-killed, spotless, white, lamb could make the Angel of Death pass over whole houses in the Book of Exodus, surely it would keep a hungry demon out of her room, right?
Wrong.
Hazel Jane forgot several key points:
For one, she did not place her faith in God.
Two: she's not an Israelite in the story of Moses during the reign of King Ramses II.
Three: this demon is not the Angel of Death.
Lastly, to back out now would be a breach of contract. The demon has every right to her soul.
Even if Hazel cried out for God, nothing would happen because she would have gone back to how things were: living her life fulfilling her greedy, covetuous, desires with the 'magic wand' rather than living a life glorifying God.
And so, the demon broke through the door- causing Hazel to scream and jump backward. In doing so, she slipped and fell- getting blood and salt all over herself.
The demon laughed at the sight. It was a jeering, distorted laugh in several different pitches. As he did so, the room got dark, and Hazel was paralyzed with fear and pain from the contract mark. It burned more than ever!
"I see you took the time to marinate yourself in salt and lamb sauce. Very creative! But most unnecessary." The demon taunted as black tendrils encircled Hazel.
"I quite like the decor, too. Most befitting for our little dinner party~" the demon snickered.
"P-please, d-d-don't kill me-e." Hazel begged through her sobs before she gasped in pain. The tendrils were squeezing her tighter.
"That's not how it works, Ms. Jane. I provided your 'magic', you used the 'magic', and now you must fulfill the contract requirements."
"B-but I-"
"If you didn't like the contract, you shouldn't have signed it." The demon flashed Hazel its own mark on a humanized arm before liking its lips and opening its mouth impossibly wide.
"WAIT! I can conjure a soul for you. One even better than mine!"
This made the demon pause.
While it is true that he supplied Hazel with the 'magic wand', he could not actually use it.
To use such a device, the wielder must have a soul. And he, being a demon- does not possess one.
The ability to even conjure a soul by itself is impossible. It must always be attached to someone (or something). However, Hazel displayed an aptitude for conjuring things- be it alive or inanimate, as evident by the freshly slaughtered lamb. Surely, she could manage to conjure a soul by itself. If not, a human would do- he’d just have to kill that person once they arrive.
Now, a soul even better than Hazel Jane's would not exist for at least two centuries. The reason why is due to ancestral sin. The more sin that an individual inherits from the generations before, the more potent the taste, and the more power it gives the demon.
Due to this, it is impossible and forbidden for demons to time travel and devour souls from the past or future. But the forbidden factor would make this soul much more delicious! The demon drooled at the thought.
"Very well. Get me that soul!"
The demon placed Hazel down and shoved the 'magic wand' into her arms.
She huffed at the sudden weight but quickly regained posture and revved up the device. Hazel sliced a wide arc into the air above her with all the strength and 'magic' that she could muster, whilst willing so hard with all her mind and heart that this soul would be better than hers. Perhaps the demon would take it instead and leave her alone.
A bright, green light and mighty wind erupted from the portal - something that has never happened before due to the breaching of time and space. The human and demon both watched with bated breath for what would happen next.
Suddenly, something flew out- landing on the bed with a THUMP! Simultaneously, the portal imploded on itself in a flurry of sparks and stardust, sending Hazel to the other side of the room and making the demon stumble!
When the wind died down, the demon inhaled deeply in search of the soul. Smelling nothing, he creeped closer to the lump beneath the blankets.
It was very small. An infant human, perhaps?
The demon pulled back the covers with a clawed, shadowy hand and peeked inside. Shortly afterwards, he snarled and shot some tendrils at Hazel. They grabbed her by the neck and yanked her over to be face-to-face as he roared at her.
"IS THIS A JOKE TO YOU?! I EXPECTED A SOUL AND INSTEAD YOU DO A PARLOR TRICK!"
Hazel could only gasp incoherently as the thing on the bed squeaked in fright and bounded out the door.
It was not a soul. Not even a human! It was a rabbit. Hazel had conjured a white rabbit!
She could have sworn it was a soul that she conjured. Hazel had never messed up her 'magic' before! The nerves and pressure she felt must have interfered somehow.
But Hazel couldn't voice these thoughts, and she couldn't even scream before the demon devoured her.
Unbeknownst to either of them, Hazel truly has conjured a person from the future. And that poor, unfortunate soul is now stuck in a different dimension as a rabbit.
Modern Reader Adopts BOTW Link (Drabble)
Something goes wrong in the Resurrection Chamber. Link is awake, but he has yet to emerge. It's when small cries echo out that the spirit of the former king decided to go investigate.
Link is alive, but regressed in age so much that he's physically and mentally five years old! He didn't have the stanima to climb the wall, nor the strength to move boxes to help him climb over.
Desperate, the king spirit uses a form of ancient, forbidden magic to bring forth someone who could raise Link to be the hero Hyrule needs him to be in 3 years' time.
After getting over the shock of dimension travel, your immediate reaction was rage.
You encourage Link to wear your sound canceling headphones, and then you unleash your anger.
You rip into the ghost king with his past failures, reminding him that this is all his fault. Harshly critique his parenting skills and degrade him for the nerve of sending a child to fight an adult's war.
He argues back that Link is the descendant of a wielder of the Triforce and how some of his predecessors saved Hyrule at eight years old.
You show him Link's hand in response. No triforce symbol there.
"But how can this be?!" The king cried. "He's a direct descendant!"
"You fool. Courage is not a trait one inherits through bloodlines." You reply.
The king then tries to magically speed up Link's growth, but it hurts the child! You attack in retaliation. Ghost or not, you were throwing hands!
Your straightforwardness and protective nature earned you the triforce of courage, and you use it to end the ghost king like Harry Potter did Professor Quirrell. You choose to dwell on the fact that you have magic later and comfort your new son.
The child clings to your shirt, as far as his little arms could reach, and sobs as you cradle and nuzzle him.
"There, there. The bad man's gone now. Mommy made sure he wouldn't be able to hurt you any more."
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(Should I continue?)
Baby Mine - Dumbo
A/N : The original story is on my Wattpad, so feel free to check that out. I post stories on there and here. But updates are really slow so please be patient.
As you and the company settled down for the night, Thorin tells you, Kili, and Dwalin to go out to hunt for food while Bombur gets a fire going to help prepare for the food, just in case you can't find anything while out. You guys are out walking, well you're trailing behind the two dwarves. They may have taught you how to use a weapon, but you didn't know a thing about hunting.
As you were out hunting, you caught a few rabbit and a deer. Today was pretty lucky, you found a decent amount of food AND you learned something new. As you were heading back to the camp, you thought you heard something but you couldn't tell what it was, you tried to shrug it off since Dwalin and Kili didn't seem to hear it. You kept walking and then you heard it again, a bit clearer now."Did you guys hear that?" you asked. You weren't sure if your mind was playing tricks or not, so you stopped to see if you'd hear it again.
The two dwarves looked to each other then back at you, "We didn't hear anything." They took notice of your sudden concern. "Are you alright?" Kili asked concerned. "Shh!" you replied quickly. Then you heard it again a second after. It was a baby's cry, but no normal cry, it sounded like a desperate cry for help. You bolted into the direction of the sound leaving two very confused dwarves behind you. "Kili, go back and tell your Uncle we'll be a minute." Dwalin said in a authoritative tone. Kili nodded and made a B-line to the camp as Dwalin trailed you.
Something snapped the mother side out of you, you were no mother in your world but you'd be damned if you stood by and did nothing. You came into a small clearing with what looked like an abandoned cabin in the middle. You walk into the cabin and looked for the source of the sound, you follow the sound through the house to make your way upstairs, the first door you find it locked. You considered breaking it down until the sounds came from a different direction, you then followed it to a room you assumed was used as the bathroom. In the very dusty and cobwebbed tub covered with a white cloth, you remove the cloth and find a thick cloth moving around. You pick it up and open it up, only to find a baby.
It continued to cry until you lightly bounced it, walking around trying to soothe it. It opened its eyes and looked up at you and smiled at you with the moon light gleaming in its eyes. Dwalin walks into the cabin, ax drawn, ready to fight. "Lass! Are you--" He stopped when he saw you holding a baby, "...alright?". He looked around the cabin, just to be safe, before sheathing his ax and walks over to you. He looks between you and the baby for a bit before sighing. "Wait here for a bit, will ya?" he asked. You nodded and sat down on the edge of the tub rocking the baby back and forth.
Dwalin made it back to camp and explained that (Y/N) found a cabin that's large enough to fit everyone while they were out hunting. "Kili said (Y/N) heard something before running off, is everything alright?" Balin asked in a concerning tone. "That something is the reason she found that cabin." Dwalin explained. Thorin stood, "And what sound did she hear?" "It's better to show ya." Dwalin said as he packed up his stuff. Thorin and everyone else following their leaders actions. As they follow Dwalin and find the cabin, you've moved to a more open area towards the entrance to keep an eye out for the company or trouble.
You look out the window to see the company coming into the clearing. Dwalin walks in first and looks for you, only to see you sitting on in a rocking chair by an unlit fire place with the baby still in your arms. "That is the sound she heard, the sound that lead her to this cabin." He says pointing towards you as the company walked in one by one staring at the baby in awe. "Is that a baby?" Ori asked walking a bit closer to you, setting his pack down. You leaned forward a bit so he could see better.
Thorin and the others start to clear the place up a bit to make room for sleeping while Bombur got a fire going in the fire place, after cleaning it first, of course. Everyone ate and talked for a bit before going to sleep. Bofur was on first watch while you still remained in the rocking chair. As you looked around the cabin and the mess that was currently shoved to the side, it didn't take long to figure what happened here. As you almost cried thinking about it, considering it all looked recent. Something broke in a did the unthinkable to this poor family, you were pretty positive on what was behind the locked door you found earlier.
"Is it a boy or girl?" asked Bofur. "Boy, I had to change him before you guys got here. Remind me to buy some spare cloth next town we visit." you relpy , Bofur laughed at the last bit. As the you stopped rocking, the baby started to fuss a bit. The company tensed a bit, either not knowing what do with a crying baby or not wanting to deal with a crying baby. You figured he refused to sleep, so you started rocking him again and started singing "Baby Mine".
"Baby mine, don't you cry. Baby mine, dry your eyes. Rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine."
"Little one, when you play, don't you mind what they say. Let those eyes sparkle and shine, never a tear, baby of mine."
"If they knew sweet little you, they'd end up loving you too. All of those people who scold you. What they'd give just for the right to hold you."
"From your head, down to your toes. You're not much, goodness knows. But you're so precious to me. Sweet as can be, baby of mine."
"If they knew sweet little you, they'd end up loving you too. All those same people who scold you. What they'd give just for the right to hold you."
"From your head, down to your toes. You're not much, goodness knows. But you're so precious to me. Sweet as can be, baby of mine."
"Baby of mine."
You sang softly, trying not to disturb anyone. You look down to see the baby sleeping deeply in your arms, you smile softly and put the baby in a quick make shift bed you made from anything made of cloth in your pack and set the baby down gently. You stood back up to so you could eat your, now very cold, dinner, you didn't mind though. As you began to eat you felt eyes on you, you looked up to see half the company watching you with adoration in their eyes. Fili, who was sitting next to his uncle, spoke, "Are you a mother, in your world, I mean?" he asked softly, trying not to wake the baby. " No, why?" you said curiously. "Siblings?" Bilbo asked. "No." you said. "You have a motherly voice when you sing." Thorin said kindly. "Thank you?" you lightly laughed, you were pretty sure it was a compliment. Bofur turned to you, "I do believe you put half the company to bed, lass." You looked around to see six dwarves, deeply asleep. You giggled then went back to eating.
You finally cleared your plate and put it with the others to be washed. "You have a beautiful voice, (Y/N)." You turned around and saw Bilbo. "Oh, thank you." you sat down, "to be honest, I don't like to sing in front of others. I always get nervous and end up sounding like a dying cat. No, scratch that. A dying cat probably sounds like an angel compared to me." You joked. "Nonsense, lass. Your voice was heavenly." Bofur said. "Thanks." you said with a shy laugh.
"Goodnight guys." you said laying down, protectively next to the baby.
A/N : I damn near squealed when I saw this request and immediately went to my laptop to type this story. Holy crap lol. Hope you enjoyed reading this, feel free to request something. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as did writing it. Original story is on my Wattpad
Baby Mine - Dumbo
A/N : The original story is on my Wattpad, so feel free to check that out. I post stories on there and here. But updates are really slow so please be patient.
As you and the company settled down for the night, Thorin tells you, Kili, and Dwalin to go out to hunt for food while Bombur gets a fire going to help prepare for the food, just in case you can't find anything while out. You guys are out walking, well you're trailing behind the two dwarves. They may have taught you how to use a weapon, but you didn't know a thing about hunting.
As you were out hunting, you caught a few rabbit and a deer. Today was pretty lucky, you found a decent amount of food AND you learned something new. As you were heading back to the camp, you thought you heard something but you couldn't tell what it was, you tried to shrug it off since Dwalin and Kili didn't seem to hear it. You kept walking and then you heard it again, a bit clearer now."Did you guys hear that?" you asked. You weren't sure if your mind was playing tricks or not, so you stopped to see if you'd hear it again.
The two dwarves looked to each other then back at you, "We didn't hear anything." They took notice of your sudden concern. "Are you alright?" Kili asked concerned. "Shh!" you replied quickly. Then you heard it again a second after. It was a baby's cry, but no normal cry, it sounded like a desperate cry for help. You bolted into the direction of the sound leaving two very confused dwarves behind you. "Kili, go back and tell your Uncle we'll be a minute." Dwalin said in a authoritative tone. Kili nodded and made a B-line to the camp as Dwalin trailed you.
Something snapped the mother side out of you, you were no mother in your world but you'd be damned if you stood by and did nothing. You came into a small clearing with what looked like an abandoned cabin in the middle. You walk into the cabin and looked for the source of the sound, you follow the sound through the house to make your way upstairs, the first door you find it locked. You considered breaking it down until the sounds came from a different direction, you then followed it to a room you assumed was used as the bathroom. In the very dusty and cobwebbed tub covered with a white cloth, you remove the cloth and find a thick cloth moving around. You pick it up and open it up, only to find a baby.
It continued to cry until you lightly bounced it, walking around trying to soothe it. It opened its eyes and looked up at you and smiled at you with the moon light gleaming in its eyes. Dwalin walks into the cabin, ax drawn, ready to fight. "Lass! Are you--" He stopped when he saw you holding a baby, "...alright?". He looked around the cabin, just to be safe, before sheathing his ax and walks over to you. He looks between you and the baby for a bit before sighing. "Wait here for a bit, will ya?" he asked. You nodded and sat down on the edge of the tub rocking the baby back and forth.
Dwalin made it back to camp and explained that (Y/N) found a cabin that's large enough to fit everyone while they were out hunting. "Kili said (Y/N) heard something before running off, is everything alright?" Balin asked in a concerning tone. "That something is the reason she found that cabin." Dwalin explained. Thorin stood, "And what sound did she hear?" "It's better to show ya." Dwalin said as he packed up his stuff. Thorin and everyone else following their leaders actions. As they follow Dwalin and find the cabin, you've moved to a more open area towards the entrance to keep an eye out for the company or trouble.
You look out the window to see the company coming into the clearing. Dwalin walks in first and looks for you, only to see you sitting on in a rocking chair by an unlit fire place with the baby still in your arms. "That is the sound she heard, the sound that lead her to this cabin." He says pointing towards you as the company walked in one by one staring at the baby in awe. "Is that a baby?" Ori asked walking a bit closer to you, setting his pack down. You leaned forward a bit so he could see better.
Thorin and the others start to clear the place up a bit to make room for sleeping while Bombur got a fire going in the fire place, after cleaning it first, of course. Everyone ate and talked for a bit before going to sleep. Bofur was on first watch while you still remained in the rocking chair. As you looked around the cabin and the mess that was currently shoved to the side, it didn't take long to figure what happened here. As you almost cried thinking about it, considering it all looked recent. Something broke in a did the unthinkable to this poor family, you were pretty positive on what was behind the locked door you found earlier.
"Is it a boy or girl?" asked Bofur. "Boy, I had to change him before you guys got here. Remind me to buy some spare cloth next town we visit." you relpy , Bofur laughed at the last bit. As the you stopped rocking, the baby started to fuss a bit. The company tensed a bit, either not knowing what do with a crying baby or not wanting to deal with a crying baby. You figured he refused to sleep, so you started rocking him again and started singing "Baby Mine".
"Baby mine, don't you cry. Baby mine, dry your eyes. Rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine."
"Little one, when you play, don't you mind what they say. Let those eyes sparkle and shine, never a tear, baby of mine."
"If they knew sweet little you, they'd end up loving you too. All of those people who scold you. What they'd give just for the right to hold you."
"From your head, down to your toes. You're not much, goodness knows. But you're so precious to me. Sweet as can be, baby of mine."
"If they knew sweet little you, they'd end up loving you too. All those same people who scold you. What they'd give just for the right to hold you."
"From your head, down to your toes. You're not much, goodness knows. But you're so precious to me. Sweet as can be, baby of mine."
"Baby of mine."
You sang softly, trying not to disturb anyone. You look down to see the baby sleeping deeply in your arms, you smile softly and put the baby in a quick make shift bed you made from anything made of cloth in your pack and set the baby down gently. You stood back up to so you could eat your, now very cold, dinner, you didn't mind though. As you began to eat you felt eyes on you, you looked up to see half the company watching you with adoration in their eyes. Fili, who was sitting next to his uncle, spoke, "Are you a mother, in your world, I mean?" he asked softly, trying not to wake the baby. " No, why?" you said curiously. "Siblings?" Bilbo asked. "No." you said. "You have a motherly voice when you sing." Thorin said kindly. "Thank you?" you lightly laughed, you were pretty sure it was a compliment. Bofur turned to you, "I do believe you put half the company to bed, lass." You looked around to see six dwarves, deeply asleep. You giggled then went back to eating.
You finally cleared your plate and put it with the others to be washed. "You have a beautiful voice, (Y/N)." You turned around and saw Bilbo. "Oh, thank you." you sat down, "to be honest, I don't like to sing in front of others. I always get nervous and end up sounding like a dying cat. No, scratch that. A dying cat probably sounds like an angel compared to me." You joked. "Nonsense, lass. Your voice was heavenly." Bofur said. "Thanks." you said with a shy laugh.
"Goodnight guys." you said laying down, protectively next to the baby.
A/N : I damn near squealed when I saw this request and immediately went to my laptop to type this story. Holy crap lol. Hope you enjoyed reading this, feel free to request something. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as did writing it. Original story is on my Wattpad