Modern Monsters

Ajin the Troll

Female reader x Male monster

You've been staying in a small cabin for a while now. You had inherited the place from your aunt, who used to go there to escape from time to time. She had bought it after the death of her husband. Now, you were here for the death of something else.

You'd been dating someone for a long time, but it all came to an end. You had tolerated him for years really, he kept you under his thumb, kept you at home, barely let you do the work you did. Your friends had tried to tell you what an asshole he was, but the truth of the matter was that you were afraid to leave. Because if you did leave, maybe no one else would want you. You were tall and overweight, and while you had been self conscious before the ex, you felt worse with him. Not good, but you were drinking the kool-aid.

You finally decided to break up with him in a moment of clarity. You were listening to him call you names in front of your friends, and you realized that maybe being alone was better. Of course, weeks following, he cried and bemoaned to you every chance he got. You moved out despite his sobbing of how he loved you. Four weeks later he was already dating someone else, he just couldn't live without someone to take care of him.

So, you moved the cabin for a bit, hoping to escape, recoup, and grow a little bit. You'd been able to sell a few art pieces which was what was keeping the lights on and food in the fridge. Living with him your creativity had been stifled despite his protests that he thought you were amazing, he always had something to say about it. So for a while, you'd barely been able to draw or paint anything. Your aunt claimed this cabin would help her reconnect with things, open her eyes, and help her see things clearer. You weren't sure how much of that was the pot she smoked and the white lady pinterest bullshit she was fed daily, or was actually true. You were willing to suspend disbelief for a while though.

You had splurged and bought all the expensive art supplies you had always wanted to. The fancy easel and the top of the line canvas, the beautiful brush set, and best of all the huge wooden chest filled with paints, pastels, and everything you would ever need for the rest of your life.

You had been at the cabin for a week when you started noticing some strange things around. Before, the path from the house to your car was overgrown and horrible. Now, it was clear cut and cleaned up. Same for your back yard and porch which had become infested with ivy vines and poison oak. Somehow, overnight, it had become a perfect paradise. Ivy still covered the porch, but in that sort of fairy tale way that made it dreamy. There was a new birdhouse one day and a rocking chair the next. Someone was leaving you gifts, but you didn't know who.

So, to repay this strange benefactor, you baked cookies and left them out one night. Come morning the cookies were gone and on the plate was a small stone carving of a bear. It was so cute and you loved it instantly. You just wish you knew who made it and why. Perhaps you should have been weirded out that someone in the middle of the woods was doing this for you, but you now were taking flattery where you could get it.

You left baked treats out for whoever was tending to your yard and leaving small gifts. Then one day, you decided to leave a note, asking them if you could meet. The next morning as you made coffee and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, you remember the note. Walking out you looked around for the plate the brownies had been on and glancing to the rocking chair there was someone sitting in it.

You squeak and jump back. They then rise up from the chair, standing much taller than you and nearly hitting the ceiling of the porch. His skin was a dusky hued blue with splotches of purple that spread out into freckle like marks. He was thin, but was hunched slightly as his shoulders drew forward and his back had a high arch. His long arms end in three pronged fingers, as did his feet. His hair was messy and unkempt, but is a beautiful shimmering shade of gray. Two long braids hang down before either large ear and were decorated with stone beads. He has sharp, dark eyes and a long hooked nose. He also had curled tusks that jutted from his lower lip.