Whispers Of What Once Was. (Whisper the Wolf x Male Reader.)

Chapter 3: Behind the Mask

Y/N pov:

The next morning you wake up, and the handcuff on your left hand is gone, so you get up, and hear a faint humming coming from the room opposite. You open the door, revealing that its a small kitchen. Whisper is cooking something, while humming quietly to herself. The wisps are floating around her, chatting and laughing.

She turns to look at you, and you can see she doesn't have her mask on, her eyes are just barely open. She blushes a bit as you look at her. "H'lo..."
She says quietly, as you step inside the kitchen."Hi, what are you making?" She turns and shows you she's making pancakes. They look... ok. "Umm, would you mind if I went to take a shower?" She nods, and points to where the bathroom is.

You go to the bathroom to do your business and take a shower, and when you get out you see some clothes she set out for you. "How thoughtful..." you put them on and go back to the kitchen, you see she's accidentally burned most of the pancakes. You chuckle a bit at her expense. "Never was good at cooking..." She says, a hint of sadness in her voice.

"It'll be fine! I can cook for you later if you want..." she looks surprised and blushes when you say that. "Why..?" "You healed me up, saved me from that battlefield, it's the least I can do!" She blushes bright red, grabs her mask from the table and puts it back on. Did I scare her? The wisps float around her, laughing and talking in their language. She opens her eyes wider. "I-i do not!" She says, while exclaimed, she still sounds so quiet.

Wait, was she talking to the wisps? You can do that? "Are you talking to them?" She looks at you and nods, pointing to her mask. "Built in translator." "Oh, that's nifty, what are they saying?" She looks like she wants to shrink into a corner and disappear. She doesn't say a word, she sits down and starts eating the pancakes that weren't burnt. You swiftly join her, they weren't the best, but they were edible.

After we eat, Whisper grabs her cloak and wispon, and heads for the door. "Where are you going?" I ask, confused.
"...out." She responds dryly, and leaves, leaving you in the kitchen, all alone.

Whispers pov:

Whisper is swinging through the forest using her grappling hook, until she rests herself on the limb of a tree. Could she really like this guy? And so soon after... no, she couldn't think about that right now...

Why did he make her feel this way? She hadn't felt like this in so long, she felt, at peace, happy. He made her feel things in... other places too. She wondered what it would feel like to... oh well, he'd never say yes to an outcast like her, so it wouldn't even matter. Besides, they'd only known each other a day...

Maybe she should blow off some steam, so she wouldnt be so flustered when she went back... oh, what the hell.

A/N: gotcha! no smut yet for you! It will happen, but not right now. Anyway, I hope your imagination can fill in the blanks, until next time!