a collection of oneshots of your favorite characters as your favorite fairy tale characters from my tumblr, starryevermore.
[18+ MINORS DNI, THIS INCLUDES EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT]
pairing: big bad wolf!lee bodecker x fem!little red riding hood!reader
summary: in which you are little red riding hood and lee is the big bad wolf.
word count: 1,369
warnings?: reader is an orphan, reader's mother died during childbirth (only briefly mentioned), grandmother dies (not explicitly described), pet name (little red)
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ONCE UPON A TIME, there was a land far far away that was ravaged by a big, bad wolf. No one knew where he came from, why he came to their land. All anyone knew was that, when he arrived, devastation reigned. Murders became more frequent, things started to be stolen, people began to go missing. And, yet, no one had seen the big, bad wolf. Some thought him to be legend. But you, naïve little you, knew the truth behind the myth. You knew the big, bad wolf for he was yours and you were his.
But we're getting ahead of ourselves. That is not where our story shall start.
Our story begins in a cottage in the Dark Forest. It was not a pleasant place for one to live, but it was the only home you ever knew. There, you had been raised by your sweet grandmother until her passing. You'd never known your parents. The town liked to say that they had been killed by the wolf. The story your grandmother told, though, said that your mother had died during childbirth and your father, having trekked all the way to his mother's house with little baby you, died the second he reached the cottage, the horrors of the forest attacking him while he tried to shield you from the danger.
Shield you from the danger—that had been a common theme in your life. Your grandmother, bless her soul, never let you wander far. She feared that you would succumb to a fate as terrible as your parents' should you ever try to leave the safety of the cottage. For so long, those four walls were all you'd ever known.
But on your twentieth birthday, you decided that you no longer needed to live under her strict rules. You were an adult now. You only had to answer to yourself. So, you packed a bag and slipped on the blood red cloak you'd inherited from your mother, pulling the hood over your head, and snuck out the backdoor before your grandmother rose from bed.
You walked down the trail, further than you'd ever gone before. The further you walked, the more you wondered why your grandmother never let you come this way. It was just like the forest by the cottage, which was just like the forest all around you. There was nothing wrong with being out here—
"What do you think you're doin' all the way out here?"
You froze in your tracks, looking around, trying to find the person who spoke to you. Just off the trail, leaning against a tree, was a tall man, lip curled, as he pushed off the tree, walking up to you. He towered over you, his light blue eyes somehow dark and cold as they looked down at you.
