Tricked by the Faun

Faun x F Reader

W: vague reference of murder and minor character death, spooky spells, sort of mind control? very yandere behavior sfw

"Hey...you ok?" you asked the Faun, glassy eyed, slouched on the side of the road. You picked up the open flask lying next to him and sniffed, pulling your head back as the stench of strong spirits hit your nose.

He was handsome, even in his drunken state with pretty auburn hair sticking to his forehead and a sculpted physique. He was rather large for a faun with broad shoulders and thick, powerful legs tipped with hooved feet. Curling gold horns stuck out from his head, tangled with some dead grass. He lolled a bit, before trying to get up, only to slip in the snow and land face first in the slushy mud.

"You're going to freeze to death out here," you said, frowning and glancing down the long empty road that you took to get home. He wasn't from your village, you'd never seen him before.

"Gnnnnghhg!" he moaned, rolling over on his back and spitting out mud.

"Can you walk?" you asked, looking up at the sky, where gray clouds promising more snow accumulated overhead, "there's a blizzard coming. You'll die if you sleep here."

There was no way you could lift him and you wondered if you should run back to town and get some help from an Orc, but it was already late in the day. The sun was about to go down and everything would freeze soon. You weren't sure if he would even survive the hour walk back to town. His gold skin was already looking a little blue and you had no way to know how long he'd already been out there.

He groaned again, so you heaved his thick arm over your shoulder and tried to help him up. It took a few tries and a lot of coaxing, but you finally got him on his own two feet.

"My house isn't far," you told him, not that he was really paying attention, focusing on stumbling forward.

"Ssssmell sssooo gooooo," he murmured as you arduously helped him put one foot in front of the other, his horns knocking you in the face every time he turned his head.

You didn't normally pick up vagrants and take them home with you, but it was the middle of winter and your heart was too soft to let him freeze on the side of the road. You prayed to the goddess he wouldn't make you regret it.

After a long, exhausting walk, you let out a relieved sigh when you reached the gate to your little cottage in the woods. It was quaint, built by your late grandfather of carefully cut, interlocking stones, keeping it nice and cozy inside.

Stuffing him through your rather small front door, you managed to get him on the couch which he promptly flattened with his weight. You sighed at the pile of splinters and fluff underneath him, but turned your attention to lighting your fireplace. Once you had a nice crackling fire going, you found a quilt big enough to almost fit over him and draped it over his prone body.

He appeared to have fallen asleep, so exhausted you quickly fed yourself with some leftover bread and cuddled up in your oversized chair under another, smaller quilt to keep an eye on him and make sure he didn't choke in his sleep.

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Hawk woke with a start and blinked at the wooden ceiling above him. The last thing he remembered he was dancing around a bonfire with his friends, drinking and celebrating their rut. There had been pretty maidens all around and music playing, the usual type of celebration for a faun, as well as lots and lots of alcohol.

He didn't normally overdo it, but apparently this time he had. The whole point of the celebration was to find a willing mate and he needed to be conscious to do that. He rolled over on his side to find himself in a small, warm home. He wondered if he'd found a mate after all and she'd taken him inside. Soft singing drifted to his ears from another room before you appeared holding a cup of water and some fresh bread.