Oneshots

Oliver x Mothman

10:24pm
§ Written By Logan §

ringpopprince

A story Oliver has only fantasised about 😌
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"Are you really going out hunting again?" Logan half mocked, half asked seriously, gazing at his friend in question who was currently tying the laces on his boots up, wearing black ripped jeans and a t-shirt that read 'I'm gay for cryptids' in bold, rainbow coloured letters.

"I don't hunt" he corrected, standing before a mirror and messing up his hair. "I... search"

"People who search for the loves of their lives typically end up living with ten cats and for some odd reason develop a punk phase?" Logan replied, looking up from his book with an odd gleam in his eye, as if he were remembering something from his past before shuddering and tossing the book, letting his body stretch before waltzing up to his friend - half naked, as usual.

"When you do find him, please put in a good word for me? I kinda wanna have sex with a mermaid"

Oliver quirked his eyebrow, staring at his best friend through the mirror. "Why would he know a mermaid?"

Logan shrugged, leaning on his friend with a sly grin, "cryptids know cryptids right? Besides, not even Mothman could resist rutting against a smooth, wet mermaids ta-"

"Okay, okay!" Oliver pushed him off while choking on a laugh, "I'll ask, but no promises" he warned, gazing at his friend who laughed hard, falling back onto the couch. "Don't get lost, I'm not getting dressed to find your ass again like last week"

Oliver rolled his eyes and huffed, "I didn't get lost, you just worried" he muttered under his breath, scooping up his bag. "What was that?" Logan called as Oliver opened the front door.

"Nothing! Shutupleavemealone!" he rushed out before slamming the wood closed behind him, letting out a sigh. He didn't know how or why he put up with his best friend, but nevertheless, he wasn't on his mind anymore - Mothman's juicy ass was.

With a bag full of gear on his back, comfortable hiking boots on his feet, he jumped down from the porch and walked over to his car. The forest was only a ten minute drive away from where they lived, in a small cottage Logan found after hours of searching on the laptop when they both lived in Florida. After they had an encounter with a 'skunk ape' (which Logan wholeheartedly didn't believe was real until he was practically face to face with one, promptly screaming so loud Oliver nearly pissed himself) they both decided to become 'cryptid hunters' of sorts, even if Logan still only half believes he truly saw a 'skunk ape' and not a drunk, hairy man who had lost his human nature along the way.

Knowing his unrelenting... questionable adoration for Mothman, Logan insisted they moved to West Virginia to find it. Obviously Oliver was on board and they moved over, they both shared a few travels before, but after Logan embraced the fact Oliver was five steps away from having his brains fucked out by Mothman - he realised it was in his best intentions to stay at home.

Plus, he was lazy.

A speedy ten minutes later, Oliver would speeded to get there faster but breaking any sort of law on the road made him feel queasy, he was parking his car outside of the forest and gathering his equipment.

"Okay, Mothman" he took in a breath, "you're mine"

As usual, he entered the forest via the pathway, but split away from it pretty quickly knowing Mothman was more likely to stray away from where humans would congregate. It made sense, but also filled him with trepidation with every step he took - he wasn't too worried about staying lost if he were to become it, as he had a compass and a map, and a phone if necessary, but it was still a danger - who knows what might happen to him out here?