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⠀ ⠀⠀♯┆marshgirl!reader x rafe ⏤ part i.ㅤ ۪ ୧

ᰋ. ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎“ i asked my father if he believed in ghosts; he told me he would be one someday ,, ‎‎ ‎ ‎ : ‎‎ ‎ ‎IN WHICH . . . rafe bets that he can befriend the weird girl who resides in the marsh. ─── ⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆🌾

THE CYPRUS BRANCHES swayed in the gentle breeze of the early morning, mist still clinging low to the murky water and roots of the trees. The air was thick with the earthy scent of damp soil and natural decomposition of material as well as the sickly sweet smell of crushed wildflowers under your feet.

You moved through the marsh like you were born from it— maybe you were—with quick, precise steps that avoided stray tree roots, sticks, rocks, and the occasional small animal. Your skirt swished at your ankles, wetted with fresh mud as you returned home from your morning scavenge of all the fascinating things nature had to offer.

🌾 ⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ ─── introducing marshgirl!reader

social recluse .ᐟ morbid curiosity. 1212. animal bones. animal figurines. porcelain dolls. lace. cobwebs. mud-stained boots. crows. rocking chairs. vintage music boxes. pressed flowers.

.ᐟ marshgirl!reader who only rarely goes into town, only making the trip when it's absolutely necessary, which leads to a plethora of rumors and legends surrounding her and her home by the marsh. some say she's crazy, some say she's not human, some even speculate she kills people out there, the secluded nature of the marsh making it so no one can hear her victims scream.

.ᐟ marshgirl!reader who has off-putting behavior that freaks people out. she has a tendency to stare unsettlingly long at people without blinking and is hyper aware of sounds. she tilts her head, listening to things no one else can seem to hear, which makes her seem paranoid and strange. she can also identify people by how they walk, saying she can hear the "true rhythm" of their footsteps.

.ᐟ marshgirl!reader who offers gifts of small birds, animal bones, and small, hand-carved wooden sculptures as offers of friendship because she claims they're "good luck."

.ᐟ marshgirl!reader who rarely speaks, especially when not spoken to first, but when she does, her voice is low and soft, almost a whisper, as if she’s afraid of being overheard. she says cryptic, unnerving things like, “the marsh knows secrets people forget," and "the whistling of the wind is the screams of the damned."

.ᐟ marshgirl!reader who always smells faintly of wet moss, wood smoke, and something metallic, which lingers after she’s gone and makes people uneasy without knowing why. she often has sticks and leaves in her hair, a long skirt with mud caked onto the ends, and is always seen in the same pair of worn, dirty boots.

.ᐟ marshgirl!reader who decorates her home with windchimes made of bones and bits of glass that create eerie sounds when the wind blows. she claims they protect her family and keep away unwelcome spirits.

.ᐟ marshgirl!reader who has been sheltered by her father since she was born, so she doesn't understand "normal" social cues. she doesn't realize when people are mocking her, and in turn, believes rafe is genuine when he shows up to her home, showing interest in her.

୭ৎ marshgirl!reader works below .ᐟ

00. marshgirl!reader and rafe headcanons

00. marshgirl!reader playlist.

01. rafe makes a bet regarding marshgirl!reader.

02. rafe shows up at your house.

please i'm begging you i will give you my first born for a little taste of anything to do with marshgirl!reader. i LOVED her story and how you wrote her so much, pretty pleaseeee 🙏🏻💕

i'm working on the next part, buttttt how about some headcannons to hold you over :D (brief mention of their first time, but no details)

‎‎. . . ‎ ‎‎ ‎ᰍ ─── rafe learns that you don't flirt in the way other people do. instead of coy glances and sweet words, you give unsettling stares and "gifts" that at first, he saw as useless garbage. but, once he learned how you operated, that the gifts were signs of affection, he reciprocated. he kept your treasures and tried to find things to give you in return. he learned to speak your language and tried to teach you how to speak his.

‎‎. . . ‎ ‎‎ ‎ᰍ ─── the first time you spend the night, rather reluctantly, at his house, it's uncomfortable and weird. everything is too quiet, too still. you're used to howling winds, lapping water, chirping insects, and prowling animals. being away from the marsh was unfamiliar and it made your chest ache. rafe noticed, of course, he always noticed when it came to you, and he did everything he could to make it feel like home—running a fan in his room, opening the window, playing nature sounds through his speakers—and even though it wasn't quite the same, it helped.

‎‎. . . ‎ ‎‎ ‎ᰍ ─── rafe learns the hard way not to touch you without warning, not because you don't want him to, but because you're practically one with nature and startled animals bite. you didn't physically bite him, more metaphorically, jumping back like you'd been burned, your brows furrowing because you weren't used to skin-on-skin contact. it felt foreign, but in a good way. it was different, and that scared you. so, from then on, until you got more comfortable, rafe would always ask permission, even if he was just grazing your shoulder.

‎‎. . . ‎ ‎‎ ‎ᰍ ─── for you, affection and love is new. you've never held hands, hugged, kissed. you knew about sex on a biological level, but didnt understand the intimacy of it. you're blunt about your questions in a way that catches rafe off-guard. you aren't shy or bashful because you haven't been affected by society's claims that its something to be ashamed about. and when your first-time comes with rafe, youre the one who initiates it. you've come to trust him more than anyone, so it comes easy when you say "i want to know what it feels like." rafe is caught off guard, asking multiple times if you're sure, but it's clear that you know what you want, and he wants to give it to you.

‎‎. . . ‎ ‎‎ ‎ᰍ ─── you don't understand sarcasm at first. you tilt your head, staring at him blankly when he jokes, and he learns he has to say "im joking," so you don't take everything he says as fact.

‎‎. . . ‎ ‎‎ ‎ᰍ ─── when you go out in public together, rafe learns that youre territorial rather than jealous, like an animal protecting their den. when another girl tries to hit on him or get too close, you go still, glaring at her in that unsettling way. in your mind, you've already claimed him, and you didnt like people trying to take what was yours. it's kind of unsettling, but rafe likes it. he likes being chosen, being defended. it makes him feel strange in a way he never has before.

‎‎. . . ‎ ‎‎ ‎ᰍ ─── you learned to read danger signs from a young age, both because the marsh was dangerous and because your father was. you can distinguish things from the slightest shifts, so you always know how rafe is feeling without him having to say anything, and he likes that more than he realizes sometimes. as someone who bottles up his feelings and doesn't like to open up, having someone who knows his mood without him having to say is comforting to him.

‎‎. . . ‎ ‎‎ ‎ᰍ ─── you teach rafe to track, and at first, he thinks it's pointless, but then he realizes how... intimate it is. your hands in his as you show him, your voice low in his ear as you're both bent down to look at animal tracks and footprints. it gets him... excited in ways it shouldn't, something primal about it that appeals to him.

‎‎. . . ‎ ‎‎ ‎ᰍ ─── rafe is protective of your innocence, but not in a condescending way. you're not exactly naive. you understand things that make sense to you, and he respects that. you know the ways of mother nature, not human nature. you don't quite understand that people manipulate and lie. human ugliness is much different than nature. humans hurt for the sake of hurting, while nature hurts out of necessity, and he wants to protect you from being hurt in that way that only humans can.

⠀ ⠀⠀♯┆marshgirl!reader x rafe ⏤ part ii.ㅤ ۪ ୧

ᰋ. ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎“ i witnessed a girl dragged under by the current once; i wanted to help her, but my father pulled me away. he told me there was no justice for drowning girls ,, ‎‎ ‎ ‎ : ‎‎ ‎ ‎IN WHICH . . . a strange boy shows up at the marsh unannounced. ─── ⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆🌾

THE AIR SEEMED different that day. The wind blew harder, swaying the leaves and making an eerie moaning sound that echoed through the marsh, a warning call that you should have picked up on. The air, usually a dusty blue in the evening, was a dark, suffocating grey that weighed down the atmosphere, making everything seem sinister and ghostly.