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.
