This book is basically a collection of oneshots from story ideas I just happened to get randomly of a Male Reader x Random Female Character.
Since this is a smaller project, I won't put too much effort into this; I'll also use this as an experiment...
(Y/n) never imagined that the sky, once his playground, would betray him so violently. What was supposed to be a routine flight over the African savanna turned into a nightmare in mere seconds. One moment, he was adjusting his altitude, enjoying the view of the sun-drenched plains stretching endlessly below, the next—a sharp beep from his control panel sent panic racing through him.
"Come on! Come on! Work it for fuck's sake! What's the matter now!?" (Y/n) tried as he would, but black smoke started to rise from the engine bay, blocking his vision. "FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK!" He kept yelling as he used all his knoledge to try and pull this plane upwards.
The alarms blared, and the instruments went haywire. His hands, once steady, trembled as he fought for control of the plane. But no matter how hard he tried, it felt as if the very sky had rejected him. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat louder than the last. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and then—nothing.
(Y/n) didn't remember the crash. Just the sound of shattering metal, the deafening roar of wind, and the sickening drop of his stomach as the ground rushed up to meet him. Then, darkness.
Hours passed, though he didn't know it. What he did know was pain. His body ached everywhere, sharp and dull aches mingling together. Slowly, his consciousness drifted back, the dim light of the setting sun greeting him. His vision blurred, but he could just make out a figure approaching in the distance, its silhouette tall and powerful. Was it a person? An animal? His mind struggled to grasp reality, and before he could process anything more, the darkness took him once again.
When he next awoke, it was night. The coolness of the savanna air had been replaced by something warmer. His head throbbed, but it wasn't the worst of his injuries. As his senses slowly returned, he realized he wasn't outside anymore.
He lay on a makeshift bed of leaves, hay, and sticks inside a dimly lit cave. The earthy smell of the place mingled with the faint scent of something...different. Something foreign. He tried to sit up but quickly realized something was wrong. His legs didn't move. Panic welled up in his chest as he forced himself to look down.
