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bluntfish · 1 year

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Hide and Seek [18+]

A prompt someone gave me after crash coursing some....things. Not sure if I appreciate or fear Aurelius more but I wouldn’t try to race against this man for the life of me. 🤦‍♀️ To the person who suggested me possible kinks for Aurelius: you know who you are.

CW: Implied sex mention. Some running/chase elements. Minors DNI 🐟

Your hands are pinned against the sheets. Sweat smothered by warm hands towards your outer groves. Uttering animalistic pants. Your mind departed in shreds of white drifting on the water. Ripples break the wake upon its surface. You’re not sure how you got into this position. You’re not sure how you got into his arms. You’re not sure how your body was taken so easily. Yet you’re trying to recall something. Something that leads to this encounter. The start of this ardent encounter.

Beyond the woods of Raine is where you first met. Where you, a local in the area, greet a white-haired man in the wild. His face is covered by scars. A fur coat reminds you of a warm, green blanket. And striking eyes. His bright blue gaze never wavered, ever noticing your presence near the same snow-covered pine tree you frequent alone. He wasn’t anything in particular, but his stature was imposing yet comforting. You’re interested. The man gained your favor and in return, he offered you a yellow blossom he picked from his walk. Plucked on the same day when he confessed his name as Aurelius. A refined name for a hunter. Little that you know, the exchange set his mind on fire, his heart ablaze, and his legs with vigor. A target of his affections.

He brings out a bit of himself every time he sees you after his initial, awkward stumbles. To you, he offers his body as a vessel to fetch certain items like flowers or a pine cone. Other times, it’s a walk back to safety when he mentions Miramon afoot, holding his crossbow ever close. Though you believe it's an excuse. It’s the same tired excuse he uses just to talk to you to the point he purposely takes detours. It’s very boyish, but you don’t mind. You can tell this man lacks experience but makes up with his sincerity. The last time you saw him, he gave you a small package of dried flowers, intently wrapped in rough threads as thanks for accepting his courtship. One of his endearing qualities. Your mind wanders in the enigma of this man, floating in a pink haze.

The thing you can’t ignore the most is the scent that carries him. Fresh flowers mixed with his musk. A smell clear enough to make you think about him when you accepted his latest gift. He mentioned if you’re a bundle of flowers, then it must be the combination that created your being. Poetic in his own rugged way. You couldn’t stop thinking about those words since then. Even now as you’re overtaken by his presence, snippets of sweet murmurs from the depths of his heart and mind. Resonating without sound, without force. Just as it is.

Onto your last recent memory. You’re walking on top of soft, snowy grounds in the woods with Aurelius holding hands. He spoke to you while you were beside him.

“I have an idea. Do you want to play a game?”

“If we do, do you mind if I choose?” you pondered.

He hums. “Sure. Which one?”

“It’s childish, but I haven’t done hide and seek for a long while.”

He pauses his footsteps. Aurelius turns his body towards you, rather meekly.

“Will you be hiding?”

“Depends. Do you want to be “it”?”

He clears his throat before saying anything further.

“Consider your hiding spot for the next 10 minutes.”

“Oh? We’re starting now?”

He lets go of your grasp.

“I’ll give you a head start,” he mumbles, his face flushed.

You sensed something had erupted in his last statement. Lingering where you stand for a moment, you quietly jogged away as he stood there eyeing you. You turned back to see if he was catching your gaze. He was. It spooked you for once. You knew his piercing glance when he noticed an animal yards away. You never thought he'd be looking at you like that. Upon this realization, you started running. Don’t turn back, your thoughts rang. Because if you turn around, you know you’ll be caught in an instant.

After a few minutes, the man covered his face and started counting down from ten. Slowly. Your heart pounds as you’re desperately searching for a place of solace. You were told many times how he feels about you. His impression was so intense as you’re wondering why he hasn’t fallen apart. You were the glue to his sanity, but it's barely keeping him together. Yet the moment the game was initiated, the adhesive was gone. Peeled away from the seams.

You heard a “five” as you were many yards away from where you originally stood. The snow crunches underneath your boots. You found a small den, holed between some rocks and trees. You quickly crouched behind the bushes. A “zero” was shouted then you heard footsteps approaching. So fast. You peeked through the leaves. It’s Aurelius surveying his surroundings. He’s on the hunt now. Should you book it? You wait till he peeks through the den, with his voice echoing your name. You’re shaking. The snowfall covered your footsteps, but it's not shallow enough that he mistakes it for an animal. You know this for sure.

“You’re good,” he muttered.

You shut your eyes. The wind dances with the snow, weighing on top of the trees. He’s approaching the bushes. You assume he traced your covered tracks. Breathing becomes a chore, shallow even. And your heart is ready to burst out of your chest. You have a feeling he heard you making a strained peep. He did, as he approached your direction. The moment you saw his gloved hands lift the branches to reveal yourself, you immediately ran off out of your hiding spot. A vain effort it was. You try pacing your footwork but if you falter, you’ll have to catch him for the next round. At least, that’s what you believed back then.

“Don’t turn around,” you tell yourself for assurance, “Don’t look. Don’t look at all.”

But the sounds trailing behind you. They’re catching up. You hear his panting breath expelling the cold air. Getting harsher as you zig-zag your way from his reach. You hear a laugh as if he was uttering some enjoyment. As if this is his natural disposition. Aurelius appeared so serious to you that you thought he wouldn’t put the effort to chase you. You thought wrong. You hear he’s giving his all. So much so that the drive to out beat him is becoming nonexistent. The moment you thought of your tiredness, it was all over. You run as far as you could till you’re greeted with the spot where the game began. Your eyes meet in defeat. Aurelius immediately takes you in his arms and lifts you up in the air. He’s swinging you slightly upon impact, swirling his clumsy feet with jubilation. He won.

He lifted up his polarized glasses to take a closer look at your warm face, worn out from exhaustion and holding you ever close to him. The color of his scarred face wasn’t red from the running, you assumed. He’s cupping your cheek tenderly after his laughter subsided.

“Got you,” he whispered.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to play tag with you after this,” you sighed.

A smile emerged from his lips. He leans in with a soft murmur close to your ear.

“You’re coming with me.”

Your heart jumped. “Where, Aurelius?”

“My place. Are you free?”

“I am,” you said shyly. He smirks.

“Then you have no choice. Let’s go.”

Aurelius guides you to his home. Once the door is closed and the boots are off, he gazes at you. His demeanor screams his thoughts. His hands shake, gently resting on your hips. Your feet lightly walk across the wooden floors as you’re led to a corner. An entryway. A bed. His weight pulls you down and pins you with his arms. Engulfed by a fluttering kiss on your cheek, your lips, your neck.

You feel the cold metal of his turtleneck drag against your abdomen. Sweat down his brow. The faintest noise uttered from your mouth flipped a switch in his mind. His clothes were shed off. Yours too, as to keep warm by your shared body heat. Against the mattress, your face trails to his arms as you maintain eye contact.

"What are you going to do, huntsman? Claim me like a trophy?" you said in a coy voice.

His face turned beet red. A sultry look followed soon after. He grips your body as the tension within his frame coils like a spring.

"Sounds like you want more of me."

"Maybe I do," you pushed him gently.

You see his stark blue eyes soften. He warmly whispers to your ear once more. It's very soft. You couldn’t make out the words, but the actions that follow possess your limbs. No hesitation on his part. And there you are bare with another body overtaking your sights. Aurelius grasps your hand in the aftermath. His hair falls upon your forehead as he sneaks a kiss on your cheek.

“…Was I too demanding?”

You looked at him, clutching your captured hand over his.

“What do you think, Mr. Marksman?”

He sighs with a blanket strewn over his back. He’s content.

“As long as you enjoyed it, it's enough,” he said.

“Planning to be low-key next time?”

“If I have the brain space to do so,” he murmurs, “I don’t like beating around the bush.”

“To be fair, subtlety doesn’t suit you much.”

His husky voice wafts to your ears as he’s holding you from behind in agreement. Safe in his arms. You chuckled, pulling yourself under the covers. A soft sigh curls up your body savoring the tender moment. If a measly game leads you to be graced by intimacy, then it's a force to be reckoned with. And you hope you’ll get the upper hand next time. Probably with a different game of course.

#dislyte fanfic #dislyte fanfiction #dislyte aurelius #dislyte aurelius x reader #dislyte x reader #written by bluntfish #I learned too much about this man. is it too late to turn back the wheels of time? 😂#if you have any prompts feel free to chuck em in my askbox but mannnnNNNNN

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