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Humans and Creatures

Fandom: From (MGM+ Series)

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Cowboy Creature, ft. Boyd Stevens

Tags: Horror, Romance, Supernatural, Tension, Fanfiction, One-Shot

Warnings: Creepy vibes, mild horror elements, implied danger, unrequited feelings (kinda?)

A/N: A little spooky, a little spicy, inspired by the eerie world of From. Hope you enjoy this tumble into the unknown! Reblog if you want more creepy cowboy vibes! 🖤🌙

The night clung to you like damp mist, heavy with pine and dread. You stood on your creaky porch, the talisman humming faintly above the door, your only shield in this cursed town. The Cowboy was back, his silhouette sharp against the moonlit trees, spurs jingling like a warning. His pale eyes gleamed under his tattered Stetson, pinning you in place.

“You’re out late, darlin’,” he drawled, voice rough as gravel. He leaned against a tree just beyond the talisman’s reach, duster coat swaying in the still air. “Temptin’ fate, ain’t ya?”

Your grip tightened on the railing, heart racing. He wasn’t like the other monsters, the ones that tore flesh with gleeful hunger. His smile was sharp, dangerous, but it stirred something reckless in you. “Maybe I’m tired of hiding,” you said, voice steadier than you felt.

His lips curved, teeth glinting. “That’s what I like ‘bout you. Got a spark.” He stepped closer, stopping just shy of the talisman’s line. “Come with me tonight. Let me show you what’s past the fear.”

Your breath hitched. He was a creature, a shadow of the town’s curse, but those lonely, almost-human eyes pulled you in. You stepped forward, the talisman’s hum fading—

“Get back!” Boyd’s voice shattered the spell. The sheriff stormed from the shadows, badge glinting, gun aimed at the Cowboy. “Y/N, step away from that thing. Now.”

The Cowboy’s smile didn’t waver, but his gaze flicked to Boyd, cold and amused. “Evenin’, Sheriff. Always spoilin’ the fun.”

“Shut it,” Boyd snapped, pulling you back behind the talisman’s buzz. His eyes blazed, all hard edges and resolve. “You know what he is, Y/N. You’ve seen what they do.”

“He’s different,” you blurted, heart pounding. “He hasn’t hurt me.”

Boyd’s jaw tightened, disbelief flashing. “Different? He’s one of them! I’m not losin’ you, too.”

The Cowboy chuckled, low and dry. “She’s got a mind of her own, Sheriff.” He tipped his hat to you. “You know where to find me, darlin’.”

Boyd raised his gun. “Come near her again, and I’ll end you.”

The Cowboy’s eyes lingered on you, a flicker of something, regret, hunger, before he melted into the dark, spurs fading. Boyd turned to you, fierce but soft. “You’re smarter than this, Y/N. Don’t cross that line.”

You nodded, but your gaze drifted to the empty forest, the ghost of his voice still echoing.

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King Magnifico x Apprentice Reader

Pairing: King Magnifico x Apprentice Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff with a hint of mutual pining.

Summary: As King Magnifico’s apprentice, you’re learning the art of magic under his guidance. When a spell goes slightly awry, Magnifico’s reaction reveals more than just his skill as a mentor.

The air in King Magnifico’s grand study was thick with the scent of old parchment and the faint hum of magic. Shelves towered with ancient tomes, their spines glowing faintly under the light of floating orbs you’d helped enchant just last week. You stood at the center of the room, a chalk circle drawn around you on the polished floor, your hands trembling slightly as you prepared to cast a spell under your mentor’s watchful gaze.

“Focus,” Magnifico’s voice rang out, smooth and commanding, yet laced with an encouraging warmth that made your heart skip. He leaned against his ornate desk, arms crossed, his deep blue robes shimmering like starlight. “The key to this spell is intention. Let the magic flow through you, not against you.”

You nodded, swallowing your nerves. You’d been his apprentice for months now, and while you’d mastered basic enchantments, today’s lesson was more complex, a spell to summon a gentle aurora, a display of light meant to dazzle. Closing your eyes, you whispered the incantation, feeling the familiar tingle of magic spark at your fingertips.

A soft glow began to form, swirling in the air like ribbons of color. You smiled, heart soaring until the ribbons flickered erratically, flaring too bright, then sputtering into sparks. “Oh no,” you muttered, trying to rein in the magic, but a stray spark shot toward a nearby tapestry, singing its edge.

“Careful!” Magnifico’s hand flicked, and with a graceful wave, he extinguished the spark before it could do more damage. The aurora fizzled out, leaving the room dim once more. You winced, expecting a lecture, but instead, Magnifico stepped into the circle, his presence commanding yet oddly gentle.

“Not bad for a first attempt,” he said, his tone softer than you’d expected. His eyes, sharp and piercing, studied you with an intensity that made your cheeks warm. “But you’re holding back. Why?”

You fidgeted, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I… I didn’t want to mess it up. I know how important precision is to you.”

Magnifico raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Precision, yes. But magic isn’t just control. It’s passion, too. You have to trust yourself.” He stepped closer, close enough that you could smell the faint cedar and spice of his cologne. “Let me show you.”

He extended his hand, palm up, and without thinking, you placed yours in it. His touch was warm, steadying, and a pulse of magic flowed between you, making your breath catch. “Feel that?” he murmured, his voice low, almost intimate. “That’s the rhythm of your power. Don’t fight it.”

Together, you recited the incantation again. This time, his magic guided yours, like a dance. The air shimmered, and a soft aurora bloomed above you, its colors swirling in gentle waves, blues, purples, and golds that reflected in his eyes as he watched you, not the spell.

“Beautiful,” he said, and for a moment, you weren’t sure if he meant the aurora or… something else. Your heart thudded, and you quickly pulled your hand back, breaking the connection.

“I-,I did it,” you stammered, trying to focus on the spell and not the way his gaze lingered. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“Magnifico,” he corrected, his voice teasing but kind. “You’re my apprentice. You don’t need to thank me. You have the talent. You just need… a little encouragement.” He tilted his head, studying you. “You doubt yourself too much. Why is that?”

You hesitated, the weight of his question catching you off guard. “I just… I want to be worthy of being your apprentice. You’re King Magnifico. The greatest sorcerer in the kingdom. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

His expression softened, and he stepped closer again, his hand brushing your shoulder lightly. “You could never disappoint me,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost vulnerable. “You’re more than just an apprentice to me. You’re…” He paused, as if catching himself, then smiled faintly. “You’re remarkable.”

Your breath hitched, and for a moment, the world seemed to shrink to just the two of you, the aurora fading above as the magic settled. Before you could respond, he stepped back, clearing his throat and slipping back into his regal demeanor. “Now, shall we try again? This time, with a bit more confidence.”

You nodded, heart still racing, but a newfound warmth steadied your hands. As you began the incantation again, you felt his presence beside you, not just as your mentor, but as something more, a spark of connection that felt like magic all its own.

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