Hi, I hope you're doing okay. If you feel like it, would you write a short one with a tall and quiet female character and a male grumpy faun? She was a fugitive and he reluctantly took her in. Thanks for reading this.
I swear I'm getting to this - I have a lot of ideas on how I want the story to start and how she meets the grumpy faun. It's funny how I said I wanted to do these little mini fics which are meant to be quick yet I'm taking forever, forgive me ;p
Please enjoy! I enjoyed writing this once i got past the intro which i wrote a year ago. I'm deeply sorry for not getting this to you sooner. You sent this request in May of last year. I lose myself sometimes but I'm a writer and i have to remind myself every time i start a new project. Please do not be discouraged from sending me more requests. I will write i swear! @monsterfam
Fugitive
male faun with female human reader
877 words | sfw
You have been running for a reason you cannot retain. One step here, another, duck underneath the branch, do not twist or lose grip, your ankles depend on it. Shoes, lost somewhere between dancing in the hot, sweaty club or on your journey home, which twisted into sprinting in the Kingdom of Sunless. It could be no other land, the fairies you had encountered last summer made certain you would not forget it, the deafening blackness of night. A branch drags against your face, bloodied, your towering height invites the abuse. Even through the pain, your laboured breathing reminds you so much of the intoxicating beat of the club’s music. Running, a movement same as dancing. One step, another, a beat you cannot miss.
You break through the trees into a clearing, into a group of them. These fairies are different to the ones you are hiding from but not any more welcoming. They are wild, unkempt, and unabashed. You feel someone tug your arm, luring you in for a kiss, their hot breath fanning your face just to toss you aside. Hooves striking the soil, its resonances snatched up by the night.
You grab onto a pair of hooves, tripping them in their sanguine dance. The dirt in your eyes did not make it easier to see, but you could make out dark eyes, curling horns, and a frown. “Pleas-” They send a vapid punch to your middle that robs you of breath, and maybe even your sanity. Because that does not stop you from tugging onto someone’s fur, until they eventually kick dirt into your pleading mouth.
You do this for a while, certain that you will die by kicking, certain that this is better than what gives chase. “Will you please help me.” This time you fully wrestle the fae onto the ground. Using the full length of your body to force them flat. Still there are other bodies surrounding you lost to a rhythm, you are sure nobody can hear. “Please help me, they are trying to get me.” He makes a move to dislodge you, thrusting his hips while you hold his horns and push your pelvis down. This is not your first time dry humping a stranger at a party.
“Off.. Get off human.” Afraid of his powerful goat-like kicking a dent into you, you cement yourself between them, choosing to hold onto his middle instead. “Please please, please” you continue. Begging for the most part works but not always. Not for these creatures, they want something, something that will cost you greatly but truly mean nothing to them. Their cruelly so similar to the knights, across the board they are all the same no matter the shape they come in. “I’ll give you something, something you’ll want.” His hands were underneath your armpits warm and hairy with all the intent to flick you away.
“And what may you think I want.” You give him a long look, draw closer to his face. Even diagonal you could tell you towered over him by a lot. You continued to draw from the silence of this world, the silence within you. The silence that made talking that made convincing in this case difficult. This part did not need words you say to yourself, but it still required tongue.
You lick him from the corner of his month circling until you reach the other. His beard, eyelids, nose, even ears are not spared from the facial. You pull back, wanting to drink in the expression, the confusion. His sternness had not ceased to your intimacy, not even when you said me.
“You get me.”
Words always meant so little to you, what could you say when you could show. Everyone around was like that waiting and talking never doing. Fae with their bargains could be the same talking in circle, waiting action delayed until..two hands caught you between the sides of your head. Your face cleanse brough to you by a board wet tongue, that licked your eyelids open. He snatched you by the scurf of your collar, made you get up from your knees because his fully extended arm was still shorter than you. Now both standing, his eyes took on a different quality this one urgent and demanding. You tried to parse it out, the ground felt shaky by the rigorous dancing around. You moved to ask if that meant he accepted, that he would protect you. He only sidestepped you, and gave a wallop across your ass. Which launched you from one side of the clearing to the next. Your vision was edged with hot tears, but you did not turn to face him.
That hit, that action was answer enough. You ran. Putting everything from tonight in this movement. The beat of your feet lost in the beat of thirty hooves pounding the ground. They let you lead a moment before overtaking you, everywhere from all sides you are sheltered in the rhythm of the pack. Running a movement, same as dancing, one that he understood. One that he spoke back, beside you. Together, you run through the Kingdom, where the knights have long since lost your scent and sound. Your feet, the pack’s hooves dance away into the night.
