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yandere!false angel x gn.reader

cw: gore, death, attempted sa (not by yandere)

2.2k; not proofread bc I believe in myself. based on this imagine.

what were you expecting, venturing this far into the woods at night? there's something stalking you from behind the trees. a terrible beast watches and you are powerless to its mercy. luckily, your prayers are answered; not by god, but by the angel covered in red.

The wind was the first thing you noticed. It was still, not even a breeze licked at your skin, nor a sudden chill digging into your bones. Cold, yes, the cold remained even without the slashing wind. The sun dipped farther and farther below the skyline as you walked, taking with it the last remnants of warmth. You tugged your shawl tighter around your form.

Regret began to seep into you. What were you doing in these dark woods? There could be packs of wolves, or bears, or mountain lions, or another predator searching for a meal out there, you being a prime target. A shudder raced down your spine. As terrifying as the thought of being ripped apart by wild creatures was, you were almost certain it would be worse to be caught by him.

You glanced behind you, into the maw of dark trees and snow covered ground from which you came. Threats of what he promised to do to you should you be found echoed through your mind, motivating you to ignore the weariness in your muscles and push forward.

You chided yourself at your predicament- the huntsman seemed so kind. He promised you a warm bed and a meal for the night while you waited out the snow, mentioning how he understood the difficulty of traveling during the winter months. He made good conversation, although he spoke little of himself. You doubted he would present to be a threat towards you. How wrong you were.

Oh yes, he provided a meal and a bed for you, but neither were out of the kindness of his heart. No, apparently there was an expectation that you were going to service him in some way- to which you promptly refused. It was then that his true nature began to reveal itself. The huntsman grabbed one of his weapons, threatening to get his rightful payment since nothing comes for free. He wasn't going to let you leave otherwise.

You were lucky to have made it out of the door. You booked it, running in whatever direction you were facing, which happened to be the thick, untamed forest. He was searching for you, that much you knew. You could hear the howls of his hunting dogs somewhere behind you, sniffing you out.

Panic was starting to set in. What were you going to do? It was cold, you were running out of stamina, and you had no clue where you were or how long it would take to reach another village. These woods seemed to stretch for hundreds of acres, completely uninhabited by people. It was easy to get lost here you imagined, the tall trees melded into each other at some point. You could be going in one big circle for all you knew.

Besides the clearly psychotic man on your trail, the woods itself concerned you. There was a distinct feeling that said you aren't supposed to be here. As if the trees were going to wrap around your limbs and pull you apart on their own. You knew that was unlikely, but still- something in the back of your mind remained aware of the fact that you were bordering territory that would not welcome you. Maybe it was because you recalled the horror stories of people who entered and never came out- or they returned with not all of them attached.

Another howl cut through the air, snapping you out of your rumination. It was much closer this time. Frighteningly close. Close enough that you wouldn't be able to outrun it from where you were. There was only one other choice- hide. You scanned your surroundings, searching for something that would cover you. There was a small clearing up ahead and woods on both sides of you. The trees were too thin, but there were a couple of fallen ones and an uprooted trunk that created an opening just large enough for you to crawl into and hide behind. It would have to work.

You tucked yourself in, heart hammering frantically in your chest. He was so close now that you could hear his boots crunching against the freshly fallen snow. The chuffs of his dogs resounded in your ears like deafening booms, each one ready to rat you out.

"We could've done this the easy way, you know." The huntsman spoke into the silence, voice dripping with malice. Your heart dropped. Did he know you were nearby?

Your hands covered your mouth, trying to prevent yourself from breathing too loud. You could see him now, he was a couple feet ahead of you in the clearing. A large hunting knife glistened in the moonlight. Heavy realization set in, he was going to kill you.

And there was nothing you could do to stop him.

If you ran, one of his dogs would surely chase after you. You had no weapons to fight him with nor the strength to go against his much more well prepared form. The cold sapped at your energy, making it a chore just to keep yourself alert. The adrenaline helped, but it wouldn't last forever.

You did the only thing you could do. Pray.

You clasped your hands together as you waited, shutting your eyes and mouthing pleas to whoever would answer. Even if you had never been one to pray before, the imminent threat of your mortality was enough to make you chant feverishly for mercy.

And an answer you got.

The huntsman paused, shushing his mutts while sticking his nose up to the sky. Then it happened.

It was almost too quick for you to catch- one minute he was standing in the clearing, the next he was dangling above the trees. A white flash of feathers came down upon him, plucking his form like a mouse caught by a vicious hawk. With a powerful beat of the creature's wings he disappeared out of sight, far above the canopy of the trees. His dogs cried out for their master, but even they retreated into the safety of the brush for fear of being snatched.

One long, haunting death screech pierced the once still air for just a few seconds before abruptly quieting. There was barely any time to process what you saw or what had happened when splatters of red rained down from the sky, staining the white snow like paint on a canvas. Something round and fleshy dropped and landed on the snowy floor with a cracking sound, almost similar to a coconut.

You strained your eyes to see what it was.

A... head.

Not long after the creature swooped back down with the remaining parts of the huntsman, holding his corpse up to its mouth like a cat with a large rat. You shifted ever so slightly from your hidden position where you could get a proper look at it while it seemed distracted.

The scene was horrible, but you couldn't stop the awe that crossed your mind as you gazed at it. Two large, white wings speckled with blood emerged from the pale being's back. So pale it was that it practically blended into the snow.

The more you looked, the more you thought it seemed to appear more humanoid than creature, so reminiscent of the angelic sculptures you would see watching over graveyards. From the great wings, to the long white hair, it was nearly exact to how you would picture heaven's inhabitants to appear. Except, they couldn't capture how overwhelming the presence of it was. Utterly magnetic in a way you couldn't describe, a kind of beauty not defined by humanity.

you've been rescued by an angel.

It came right when you called, in your greatest time of need, like it had already been watching. Like a guardian angel.

Distracted by your realization, you didn't notice eyes locking onto your hiding form.

-

He missed one.

Warm blood trailed down his lips, dripping onto the white ground below. A human thing was hiding in the foliage, behind the broken trees.

He focused back on the body in his grasp. So loud and annoying, parading about his territory, hunting his prey. The deer were already scarce this winter, but the human had scared off the remaining few. Other prey were not as abundant. Humans he did not often approach, but everything was fair game in his domain.

He took a bite of the neck, the flesh tearing apart like filled dough. The metallic taste caused his wings to rustle in delight. He almost forgot the tenderness of human meat, rich with fat and underdeveloped muscles from a life of comfort. As of late, there had been less and less willing to enter the deep woods where he roamed, most likely due to what ends up being leftover of those who do.

His attention is drawn back to the one who tried to hide. Amusing, it hasn't run yet. Maybe it knows that it has no chance if it runs, even in the crowded trees his form is lithe enough to maneuver around the branches much better than the human can. It must've thought that the only viable option is to wait for him to finish and leave. Such a plan might've worked, if he was a much less vigilant predator.

The body is dropped onto the snow with a thud, entrails spilling out of the half eaten man. He was in a good mood, not only was the problematic creature dead but he had just gotten a meal along with it. Maybe he would decide to do something else with the remaining one.

Slowly, he turns his head in the human's direction.

-

The angel is approaching you.

It's now crouched, no longer standing on two legs; instead slinking towards you like a cat. You would be terrified by the sight of this massive creature covered in blood targeting you had you not already made up your mind that is must be your guardian angel.

When it is close enough to reach out to you, it pauses. It cocks its head, temporarily parting the hair covering its face to reveal pale, blanched purple eyes. Its- his- face was decidedly masculine, you thought. The wings on his back are folded close to his form, reducing any drag they could've caused.

Your heart is pumping, but this time not out of fear- no, you're enthralled by this opportunity.

The angel opened his mouth, uttering words that made you freeze.

"Be not afraid."

You think your pulse stopped for a solid moment. The voice was somehow quiet, yet cold and not quite reassuring. It surprised you that he could even speak in the first place. The smell of metallic blood and pine was noticeable. You reach out shakily, just slightly touching his hair. Your fingers meet the white threads, long and thin, like spider webs. The creature flinched in surprise at your boldness, but didn't move away.

The question tumbled out of your mouth before you could regret saying it. "Are you... are you my guardian angel?"

The angel fixed you with an unreadable expression. You thought he was confused for a second, before he stood up to his full height, no longer face to face with your form curled up in the branches. You couldn't help the raw unease that came to you then, he must've been nearly twice your height, taller than any man you had ever seen.

"Angel?" it repeated, looking down at you. "Your angel?"

Your mouth felt dry. The wind started picking up again, gliding through his feathers and into your bones. There were two options being presented to you; either you were right, and this being was an angel, or you were wrong. You didn't want to imagine what was standing before you if you were wrong, especially not after witnessing what became of the huntsman.

He seemed to consider this, staring down at you with strange intensity. His eyes were once again covered by hair, making his expression even more difficult to decipher.

A tense few moments passed before he spoke again. "Would an angel show you mercy? Lead you out of the woods to run back home?"

You nodded your head, still not daring to move. He bends down to pet your head, lips curling up subtly at your reaction.

True to his word, the angel did lead you out of the forest- although you lagged behind significantly and weren't nearly as swift navigating through it. It was a wonder how something so large moved as fast as he did. You were beyond grateful, thanking whatever higher power had listened to you. It was unlikely you would've made it out yourself, even with the huntsman gone. The woods were not friendly to outsiders.

You didn't say a word as you followed, too busy keeping up to ask any more questions. Tiredness overcame you as well now that your survival mode was beginning to wear off, leaving you sluggish and inattentive.

When you reached the treeline outside of the huntsman's cabin, you looked back up at your savior to thank him, only to be met with nothing but the breeze.

"Thank you." You whispered, regardless of whether or not you would be heard. The thought of your experience being a trauma induced hallucination crossed your mind, one you would consider if it wasn't for the fact that there was a large white feather caught by a tree limb beside you.

It was now almost morning. The sun was preparing to rise over the horizon soon.

You trekked your way back home, unaware of the new pair of eyes following you from the sky.

Random kiss attack on lorne hehehe

kiss on YOU

imagine reader combing or braiding lorne's hair (//∇//)

two hours of braiding later...

LORNEE AHHHH HIS WINGS I CANT I LOVE THEM, I believe that because he is an imitation of an angel mayhaps they are softer than an actual angel because well.. He hasn’t felt an actual angels wings

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH PLEASE LET ME COCOON MYSELF IN THOSE GLORIOUS WINGS

mayhaps you are right...

neither he nor you know any better, so to your knowledge they might as well be. (and if lorne has any say in it, you'll never meet a real angel)

touching his wings would be similar to caressing the small of someone's back; a very intimate gesture reserved for certain people. In the beginning, he might flinch away or grow upset if you attempted to touch him there (such displays of vulnerability are unfamiliar and his immediate reaction to that is lashing out), but as time goes on and he begins to see you as "that certain person" it'll become like second nature to want to rub them against you. Should you find yourself in the rain, or in need of extra warmth, or just want to lay your head against something, your first option will be feathers stretched over you or wrapped around your form.

he'll conveniently leave out what level of intimacy this means you two must share; as far as you know, it's just a friendly gesture from the being that watches over you. an angel wouldn't ever lie to you, right?

what abt reader creating a long cardigan for your angel-like oc, because they don't want him/them to be cold!! You can make this the same reader who baked for the oc

i hope ur okay with a sketch I feel like this sums it up better than what I could write :')

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𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝

im mon, artist & writer sometimes ★ 18

i love most things creepy and strange. big fan of unsettling whimsical movies, tea, and drawing little creatures. this blog will feature original characters with a focus on monsters and horror/yandere themes. just kind of dumping my thoughts and work here as a way to archive them when i have time. vry self indulgent. i will try to add appropriate warnings to each post, but please be aware that dark content/themes are expected. my interests are solely fictional.

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inbox is open!! asks are always welcome ✧ im kind of bad at social interaction so if you just dm me "hi" or "hello" with no other details i might not respond, especially if you're a blank blog, sorry! be kind and respectful, thank you for being here ʚ♡ɞ

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oc tags: #lorne the forsaken #ira the vessel art: #my art personal/not related to characters: #other

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[to be updated]

i like fishy that look like... little freak ♡

the hunting angel, lorne [oc]

he's no angel in the biblical sense, but for you he can pretend.

need ghost lover reader ̗̀(ꙨꙨ)ː̖́ ghost bf !!! ★

Hello! Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy ❤️💕🖤🖤💕❤️

Reader and Ghost, but the reader obsesses over the ghost this time.

He has been trapped in the house for more than a century and has successfully frightened off any inhabitants.

Then you move in, and he is prepared to show himself and have you run away screaming.

He appears in front of you, and your mouth opens in shock as you look him up and down and see his attractiveness.

He expects tears and screaming, but instead, you smile at him and introduce yourself. He awkwardly introduces himself back, caught off guard that you aren’t scared of him.

He takes a moment to compose himself before getting irritated that you are not afraid of him. He vanishes without another word, wearing a scowl.

You feel slightly disappointed by his actions, but you brush it off. You want him, and you don’t give up easily. Besides, if he is a ghost haunting your house, it’s not like he can escape you.

Over the next few weeks, you try to talk to him, going from room to room and having random, one-sided conversations. Unbeknownst to you, he keeps switching rooms whenever you enter a new one. It’s as if you can magically sense where he is.

He keeps himself invisible and just watches you ramble on day in and day out. He can’t deny how attractive you are. Still, he has no interest in courting a human, especially one as seemingly clingy and chatty as you.

Despite his best efforts, he cannot seem to scare you away. The slamming doors, haunting messages written on the steamy mirror after your showers, and odd noises in the middle of the night do not affect you.

The last time you showered, he wrote ‘GET OUT’ on the mirror, hoping you would get the message through your pretty little head. But he just saw you exit with a smile. When he went in after you left, he saw you wrote ‘No’ with a little heart around it. He probably would have smiled if he wasn’t so irritated with you.

He had still been keeping himself hidden even after months and months had passed, but he had been watching you more. Realistically, there wasn’t much else to do. That’s how he justified it to himself anyway.

It all came to a breaking point one night when he heard you say his name. While he was used to hearing your non-stop rambling, you did not often call him by name. Curiously, he made his way to your bedroom.

Upon entering, he found a sight that immediately has his dick hardening. You are sprawled out on your bed, legs spread wide. You have two fingers deep in your glistening cunt, back arched as little mewls left your lips.

Unable to control himself, he becomes visible, his clothes vanishing as he climbs onto your bed and body.

You jolt in surprise when he pulls your wet fingers from your cunt, quickly replacing them with his stiff shaft. He set a fast pace, enjoying your warmth, something he hasn’t had in over a century. You cry out and grip the sheets for dear life cumming hard and fast around his cock.

He follows soon after, leaving you dripping with his ghost cum. He lays beside you on the bed, waiting for you to catch your breath. Your eyes meet his and declare that you are officially boyfriend and girlfriend, so he can’t disappear from you anymore. He rolls his eyes, but you can see the slight smile he’s trying to hide.

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If I'm not pushing my luck, can you write something about you being the first hairy person that an elf has been with? Cause I was thinking about it and what if the first human(s) they've been with all shaved and they thought it was standard for us like it was for them, having no hair and all? I really do think they would be both confused and very curious/enthusiastic about it. And what if you were a bit self conscious about it too? 😪 Thank you I'm in love with your stories!!

Hi there! For everyone who hastn't read it, here's the question that started this idea. Enjoy!

Full bush

Elf x fem!reader || oral sex, pussy worship, body hair appreciation

When you got together you thought he already knew all he needed to know about humans. He was with a couple humans before you, two males and one female, so you thought he already knew... But you were wrong.

First time he saw you naked he stared. And stared. And stared some more to the point you got self conscious about it and ended up putting your clothes back on. You slept very unconfortab that night, and he said nothing. You might have cried a tiny bit. Next day he stared at you even with your clothes on, his eyes fixated in your genitals as you looked at him like he was the weird one (which he was). Later that day he broke down and asked you why did you have hair, if it was some kind of birth defect. You almost threw him out the house, but you breathed deeply and proceeded to explain to him that humans had body hair, that it was normal. He then explained that his previous humans had shaved or something because they were as hairless as elves and that's why he was so surprised when you took off your clothes. You understood his reasoning, but you were still a bit self-conscious, human culture already told you it was bad for you to have body hair, but you weren't about to let your elf boyfriend get away with it, too.

So you didn't take your clothes in front of him. Every time you slept together you put your pj's, not looking at him, and went to sleep with that. You weren't a fan of sleeping with clothes, but a woman had to do what a woman had to do. You could feel him hard behind you, but you weren't ready to face that disappointment and staring at your full bush.

But he wasn't having any of that.

By the fifth time you stayed at his house, he stopped you as you were getting undressed. You looked up at him in surprise, just to see his face flushed and a big tent in his sweatpants. "I- I want to see you," he stuttered.

"What?" You asked, your shirt halfway up your torso.

"I- I want to see your body hair," he confessed in a low tone. He looked so cute at the moment, but you were so fucking confused. You thought he hated your body hair.

You couldn't get the surprise out of your voice: "You do?"

"Yes. I- I liked it." He grabbed his dick and readjusted it, the tip pocking at the waistband of his sweatpants. Your mouth was salivating just looking at him shirtless and with those sinful grey sweatpants.

"You liked it?" You asked, your whole body vibrating with anticipation.

"Very much so..." He said, lowering his pants to let you see his erection already leaking profusely. You licked your lips and got undressed.

He stared and stared, and when your panties were finally on the ground, he licked his lips like you were his next snack. And good goddess if you weren't. He threw you on the bed and went down on you for hours. Your legs trembling around his head as he went to town and told you how great you were, how good you tasted and how glad he was that he discovered you had body hair. He sounded mesmerized by the fact and it made you blush as hard as ever as you came against his lips again.

By the time he was done, there was a pool of your juices under you and his face was completely drenched, but what surprised you more was the puddle of cum under him. You asked and he blushed hard, running to the bathroom to get you a towel.

Later, you discovered that he got so excited about you and your body hair and your pussy that he came at least four times while he ground against the mattress and eat you out. It was so hot thinking he got so worked up just by you being you that you had to push him down and blow him until he was crying.

You've never been so glad of his elf stamina.

Anyone have any dominant chubby reader fics they’d like to share/recommend 🫶🏻??? 🥲

The feminine urge to have a monster boyfriend to live with in an enchanted forest and/or the middle earth

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|♡| Come Here, Wolfie |♡|

 M!Werewolf x F!Reader

Description: You had lived a quiet life in your village, scraping by without drawing too much attention on yourself, but it would see that wasn’t enough. This year, you had been chosen to be sacrificed to The Beast, a large, canine-like monster that had been terrorizing your village to the point that the only thing that calmed it was the sacrifice of a human female. Just how do you plan to survive?

Rating: Fluff, Angst 

Disclaimer: Cynophobia, Lupophobia, Misogyny, Violence, Non-Descriptive Death, Minor Cat-calling

Word Count: 2,562 Series: Part 1, Part 2 Links: Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything,  Tag List

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“Five loaves of bread, sweetie, and make it quick.” The man in front of me asked, tapping the gold coin he intended to pay with on the counter. He wore chipped iron armor with the crest of the kingdom symbolizing his status as a knight, the salary of which allowed him to buy what most villagers could only afford a crumb of.

“I’m sorry Sir, but due to the shortage of maidens to tend to the wheat we have put a cap of two loaves per family to purchase.” You smiled sweetly at the man who did not share the same energy. 

“I’m a knight, I have to keep my appetite up to protect sweet little things like you, not like there's many of you left. I have enough money, and I might give you a generous tip if you offer something more...personal,” He chuckles, pushing the gold coin in his hand towards me as if to emphasize his suggestive comment. “So why don’t you bag up those loaves and I’ll be on my way? Unless of course, you would like to take my offer?” 

 A wave of anxiety washed over you. You seemed to freeze, no snarky comeback to snap, no act of self-defense, nothing. You simply nodded and rushed to get him the bread. Your head filled with thoughts of your cowardice, but what could you do? Your whole life was closed off and quiet, never standing out from the crowd. And in a way, it benefitted you. 

Five years ago The Beast had arrived at your village, rampaging everything in its path. Your small village tried to fight back, but in the end, succumbed to the claws of the large creature. The Beast had agreed to leave your village in peace as long as he was able to see every woman that resided in the village. 

You had no friends or family to report you thankfully, so you hid away until everything blew over, worried for your safety. It seemed being invisible had some benefits. 

Women of all shapes and sizes, young and old, lined up for The Beast to inspect them, but it had seemed it had not found what it was looking for because it turned every one of them down. You had heard, in a fit of rage, that it had killed three people before stealing one of the girls into the woods.

The Beast later came back with only the girl's head and demanded the village supplied him with a new woman once a month to maintain peace. Your village, weak from the previous battles, agreed without hesitation. 

With time, your village had no maidens left. It started with the poor, young daughters who were sent off, and then the poor mothers, and then the woman of the richer families. Eventually, every disposable girl had either ran away or was killed by the cruel beast. This resulted in a decrease in birth rates and supplies, making necessities such as food impossible to purchase, which proved to be rather difficult for a baker like yourself. 

It also resulted in the men becoming increasingly desperate for wives, sex, and woman to sacrifice to The Beast. Who knows, maybe just letting the knight get his way will save you from being noticed, maybe you can continue to be free a little longer. 

“Here you are sir..,” You mumbled, nervous to look him in the eye. 

Satisfied with your compliance, he nodded and tossed the coin at you. Just as he was about to walk through the door he paused. 

“Say, sweetie? Are you registered?”

You held your breath.

“Y’know, for The Taking. I mean... you are not a noble’s daughter, so you don’t have protection. Plus, your fuckin’ gorgeous, the perfect candidate.” 

You didn’t know what to say. You felt like crying and your heart was racing a million miles a minute. In all honesty, you were probably going to puke. You didn’t want to die. Not yet. Before you could beg for him not to report you, he was already out the door.

A breath you didn’t know you were holding was released and you nearly fell over the counter in an attempt to lock the front door as quickly as possible. You had to leave, at least for a couple of days until things calmed down and you could blend in with the crowd again.

As you were packing as much baked goods and water into your satchel, you realized that time may never come. By the time you returned, you would stick out like a sore thumb. A lower-class woman in a sea of men. your only chance of survival was to marry a noble or to leave. 

Neither seemed to be a good choice. 

“Don’t think about that now.” You whispered to yourself, buckling the satchel and unlocking the door to begin your journey. The first step was to get to safety. 

But it would seem you were too late. Outside of your bakery was the knight, loaves of bread neatly packaged in a bag still in his hand, along with a nobleman and another knight. 

“There she is, I told you. She’s perfect.” The knight you had served said, smirking as the noble handed him a bag full of what you assumed were gold coins. 

Panic filling your body, you attempted to make a run for the forest but it would seem the men already had a plan. One of the knights drew his sword to cut your leg as you were running past him, causing you to come crashing to the ground holding your limb. The cut was deep and long, running from your ankle to your knee. It burned terribly.

“Like that baby? I rubbed salt on it just for you.” The knight cooed, gesturing to his sword before grabbing your injured leg and digging his nails into it to pull you towards him. He picked you up grinning.

“Stop it! Get the hell off of me!” You spat in his face, throwing your arms in an attempt for him to lose his grip but that only resulted in a punch being thrown at you. Your vision blurred and you felt a glowing red sting on your cheek, slight cuts developing from where his rings landed on your face. 

The knight then grabbed your hair, pulling your head slightly to look him in the eye. The fire in his expression had you pausing. “Listen here, girl. Now, you're going into that forest with that beast whether you like it or not. And I was going to let you keep this,” He held up your satchel to your face. “But if you keep acting like a bitch, I promise you won’t even be able to attempt to run away from that monster with both your legs broken.”

His words made you break. You sobbed, barely holding onto consciousness from both the punch and how hard you cried. It was hopeless, you had spent your life alone to try to avoid this fate but it had seemed to catch up to you in the end. No one would remember you when you were gone.

The knights and the noble took you to the edge of the forest. Tonight had been the last night of the month which was probably why they were so quick to snatch you. You were their last chance to appease the beast. 

The nobleman let out a wide grin, his pure delight obvious on his pig face. “Beast! Please accept our humblest apologies for the offering being made so late, but we have an extra special one this month! She is young and beautiful, I’m sure you will love her.” The nobleman continued to yell out all sorts of praises to make you seem more valuable like you were a cow being sold at a farmers market. Nothing but a piece of meat.

The knights let you down in front of a large oak tree. You were barely standing on your own due to being so light-headed, so one of the knights held you up by your hair to keep you straight. 

“Stand up girl, we need to tie you up correctly.” He smirked, handing you your satchel letting out a snicker, and mumbling something along with the likes of ‘just as I promised'.

Just the feeling of the thick rope made you flinch and let out another cry. The whole time you had been trying to convince yourself that this was all a nightmare but the rough, prickly texture of the rope stained with the blood of past victims caused you to come crashing back to Earth. 

“Please no! Please don't do this!”

Just before the night could tie you, a loud, thunderous growl shook through the forest. Quickly you dropped to your knees and covered your head as a means of defense, not daring to look up. You didn’t want to look into the eyes of the creature that you would meet your demise. 

“Beast please! Calm down we are not late, she is right there!” The nobleman screamed in terror. Loud crashing could be heard as the knights quickly ran in the direction of the nobleman and the sound of metal bounced off the trees. 

‘They had drawn their swords?’ You questioned, slowly beginning to crawl away to not draw attention, your injured leg making little room for other means of movement. ‘Don’t look back, just go!’

Screams and cries could be heard as well as the terrifying snarls. The noise quickly ended with the gurgle-like choking of the men and the smell of metal filling the air. The Beast had won. 

Once you felt like the distance you had crawled was far enough you quickly stood up despite the excruciating sensation in your lower muscles and sprinted as fast as you could with your injury, satchel waving widely in the air. ‘Don’t look back!’

But it seemed the temptation got the best of you. 

Behind you was one of the most beautiful sights you had ever seen. A pair of striking sterling blue eyes stared back, completely focused on your manner. It had seemed the beast was analyzing your soul with the way it locked onto you, drinking every detail of your body. 

The eyes belonged to an absolutely enormous canine-like creature, standing proudly with its head reaching just below your collar bone, paws bigger than your own hands. Its body was covered in thick dark grey fur, buffy white facial markings outlining its chest, snout (its white color now lost after being stained with the blood of the horrid men who had stolen you), and expressive brows which scrunched slightly. 

The creature was almost certainly a wolf if it wasn't for the massive size, large protruding fangs, and bulging muscles that seemed to be way too broad for a normal animal. Not to mention the fact its eyes held a human-like expression of longing. 

You had run for merely thirty seconds before the wolf abandoned his kill and tackled you to the ground leaving you landing face-first on the forest floor. The wolf’s massive paws crushed your shoulders to the point you let out a shriek are you fell. 

You began squirming and yelling, hoping it would be enough to scare it off. After all, most animals were more scared of you than you were of them, right? If that was true, this gigantic dog would be pissing its pants. 

“W-wait..,” You panted heavily, you wasted too much energy trying to escape the knights, and now with the wolf crushing your lungs and preventing airflow, you were left weak. 

You had expected a quick death, maybe a single bite to your head or neck, but not the wolf pressing its cold wet nose into the crevice of your neck and inhaling deeply. You remained quiet, listening as the wolf let out short huffing noises. 

Deciding to test your limits, you wiggled your shoulders slightly, causing the wolf to pull its massive head back an inch but not make any sounds of aggression like you were expecting. Very slowly, throughout what felt like forever, you were able to free yourself from the creature's pressure and sit up facing it, however, one of its giant paws remained on your injured leg. 

The wolf ducked its head down lightly and stuck out its tongue, as if to show you it was not going to hurt you, before liking the trail of blood that had pooled from the deep gash you had earned. You let out a gasp as your cut right before your eyes began to scab over from the touch of the beast's soft tongue. 

The wolf seemed to stair you down, both perplexed and infatuated with you. You didn’t know how to carry on from here.

“Just what are you?” 

The wolf seemed to look around ashamed, licking its lips to get the last of the blood that remained, both from your leg and the men. That's right, how could you forget? the wolf made it easy to forget how dangerous and terrifying it was five seconds ago with how docile it acted now.

You were grateful for this moment of silence, using it to take notice of your surroundings and calm the rapid beat in your chest. The mist of the forest calmed your hot cheeks and irritated skin and the strong smell of pine soothed your raw throat. You took big gulps of the cold, refreshing air. 

Suddenly you realized you still had your satchel containing the food you had packed. You didn’t know what was going to happen in these next few hours, so you decided to find some comfort in the treats. 

Looking inside the bag you saw that most of the food was destroyed from all the running and tackling, however one was still good enough to eat, a single raspberry danish you had made fresh this morning. 

You took a single bite and let out a sigh of contentment as the flavors melt on your tongue. Your gaze lifted back to the wolf who looked at you curiously, head titled with one ear pointed out. “You want one?” You asked softly.

Quickly you raked your brain trying to figure out if the danish had contained anything harmful to the creature, which you later realized was a dumb move considering it would have benefited you if it were to drop dead. You broke off a piece of the sweet, holding your hand out to the beast. “You’re very lucky I didn’t drizzle chocolate on it,” you chuckled at your remark, which the beast instantly perked up and began to thump its tail rapidly on the ground at the sound. 

It seemed to like you. 

“Come here, Wolfie. It’s okay, you can take it.” You affirmed, watching in awe as it cautiously opened its mouth to bite the sweet before retracting back and smacking its lips. Its tail wagging only seemed to increase tenfold.

At that moment you were no longer afraid of the beast, but rather a burning curiosity had been ignited. You wondered what this creature's intentions were? Where had it come from? Why on Earth was it terrorizing your village? But your questions were put aside when you jumped from a sudden voice, deep and raspy, sounding as if it had surrounded you from all angles. 

“Thank you...”

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M!Werewolf x F!Reader

Description: You had lived a quiet life in your village, scraping by without drawing too much attention on yourself, but it would see that wasn’t enough. This year, you had been chosen to be sacrificed to The Beast, a large, canine-like monster that had been terrorizing your village to the point that the only thing that calmed it was the sacrifice of a human female. Just how do you plan to survive?

Rating: Fluff, Angst

Disclaimer: Cynophobia, Lupophobia, Misogyny, Violence, Non-Descriptive Death,  Abuse of Power

Combined Word Count: 5,499

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4. Fern x Reader part 3

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