Man From The Fog x Male reader

Seeking

You sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes as you took in the quiet, empty room. The warmth you’d felt a moment ago still lingered, as though someone—or something—had just left your side. Part of you wanted to laugh it off as just a vivid dream, but a strange thrill prickled your skin. The creature, its touch, its voice—it had all felt so real.

Pushing away the lingering fog of sleep, you slid out of bed and padded across the room to close the window, still slightly ajar. The glass felt cool to the touch, and outside, the woods looked serene and still, like the night’s storm had never happened. But as your eyes scanned the trees, something caught your attention—a faint trail of what looked like footprints leading from the edge of the woods right up to your cabin door, partially covered by snow. The prints were large, far larger than any animal you’d ever seen in this area.

Your heart thudded in your chest. You reached for your iron sword, holding it close as you scanned the area around your cabin. You couldn’t shake the feeling that, somehow, the creature was still close by, watching.

After a quick breakfast, you decided to follow the tracks, curiosity and caution driving you. The footprints were deep, suggesting a heavy, powerful being, each step spaced far apart as though it moved with purpose and ease. They led deeper into the woods, winding around trees and across snow-laden bushes until they reached a clearing.

In the middle of the clearing, you found something unexpected. Nestled against the roots of an old tree was a small object—a tattered piece of cloth, almost like a makeshift blanket. It was black, rough in texture, yet oddly familiar. As you picked it up, you realized it carried a faint scent that stirred something in you, like a whisper from last night. Your chest tightened, a sense of longing blooming within you.

But before you could process it, a soft whistle broke through the silence. You turned sharply, sword at the ready, scanning the trees for any sign of movement. The whistle grew louder, closer, and the fog began to creep in again, curling around the bases of the trees, thickening with every passing second. The world around you turned ghostly, shadows flickering in the mist.

Then, you saw it—the creature, emerging from the fog, standing tall and powerful, its eyes glowing in the dim light. It moved with a slow, deliberate grace, each step sending tremors through the ground. As it neared, your fear started to melt away, replaced by a strange, inexplicable calm.

“Why did you come back?” you managed to whisper, voice barely audible.

The creature stopped, its piercing gaze softening, as if considering your question. “You called me,” it replied, voice a low, rumbling growl that seemed to echo through the fog.

Your eyes widened. “I…called you?”

The creature's gaze dropped to the black cloth in your hands. Its eyes softened as it reached out and brushed its fingers over the fabric, its voice a low, gravelly whisper. "That...mine."

You stared at the cloth, realizing with a rush of awe and wonder that it seemed to hold some kind of link to the creature. Perhaps, by holding it, you could summon him. But before you could fully absorb the thought, the creature gently cupped your face, drawing you into a deep, lingering kiss. His lips were rough, yet there was a tenderness in his touch, a silent claim that made your heart race.

"Mine," he whispered, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes with an intensity that left you breathless.

You swallowed, the weight of his presence grounding you even as a thousand questions raced through your mind. Should you take him with you? Or should you go with him? Did he even have a home?

But as you tried to grasp for an answer, you blinked-and he was gone, as was the fog, vanishing as silently as he had come. The clearing felt empty and cold again, leaving a hollow ache in your chest. The silence settled over you, familiar yet sharper now, and you knew you couldn't simply wait around hoping he'd return.

Determined, you gathered your iron pickaxe, axe, and flashlight, and headed to the mines. The quiet comfort of work steadied you, each strike against stone driving away some of the longing. Yet, every so often, you'd catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye-a dark figure in the shadows, watching from afar with those glowing white eyes. Just knowing he was nearby was enough to keep you going.

After a long, fruitful day of mining, you made your way back to the cabin as dusk settled over the woods. You cooked yourself a simple meal, savoring the warmth and quiet of your home, but your mind kept drifting back to him. By the time you climbed into bed, anticipation thrummed through you, a hope that he might come back tonight.

Hours passed, and with each one, the loneliness grew. Your gaze fell to the black cloth still tucked in your pocket, and on a whim, you pulled it out, squeezing it tightly in your hand. You waited, breath held, but nothing happened. After a few moments, you sighed and tossed the cloth onto the ground, curling up on your pillow as a sense of emptiness crept in.

A tear slipped down your cheek, the ache of solitude piercing deeper than before. But just then, a soft, familiar whistle echoed through the room. Your heart leaped as the now-familiar fog began to swirl around you, filling every corner of the cabin until it was thick and dense, shrouding everything in a quiet, otherworldly mist.

Looking up, you saw him-sitting on top of you, his weight surprisingly gentle despite his massive form. His powerful frame enveloped you, and you felt the corners of your lips lift in a smile. Without hesitation, you reached up, pulling him into a kiss. This time, he met you with a raw hunger, his tongue slipping into your mouth, exploring, claiming. His hand rested against your head, fingers threading through your hair as he held you close.

When the kiss finally broke, he guided you down onto the bed, his body a comforting weight against yours. Then, with surprising gentleness, he rolled over, pulling you on top of him, cradling you against his chest. His thick arms wrapped around you, holding you securely as he rumbled that single word once more, "Mine."

The warmth of his embrace settled over you like a protective shield, and within moments, your eyes began to close. As you drifted off, you felt his steady heartbeat beneath your ear, a rhythmic lullaby that carried you into sleep.

And for the first time, wrapped in his arms, you felt as if you truly belonged.