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Barbara belives in the moth man ;)

Welcome to our cryptid au adam is mothman and THATS it.

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(say it with me now MOTHDAD MOTHDAD MOTH-)

In a small town such as winter river you wouldn’t assume it would have as many cryptid stories as it does. A popular one with the kids of the town was; the mothman. OR perhaps just a very large moth a child saw late at night. The story went as follows. The mothman was a creature of fear with a wingspan of up to 13 feet. With his massive wings he would flow over the small town looking for his next prey with eyes of red that none had ever seen. However, of course it was all hearsay. Not one human of the town had contact with their gruesome beast so who truly knew.

Tonight was a clear august night, and though all the locals had been in bed one woman had just left her home. On the tallest hill overseeing the town stood a tall and gorgeous country home. The inhabitant of the home was none other than Mrs. Barbara Maitland, a beauty of only middle age. She happen to have the urge to go on a walk this night, for good reason too it was a beautiful night for a stroll through town. As she closed the door of her home she looked out across the town as a screech echoed through the night that sent a shiver down her spine. She pulled her coat closer to her chest as she waited for the noise to die out. Her lips parted a bit as she looked over to the forest just by her home. Though she never believed in those children's tales she was told something in the ack of her mind always said “maybe.” So perhaps that's what she was out for tonight, but maybe just getting her flowers in for the winter would be just as nice.

Barbara wrapped her jacket around her, protecting her skin from the cold autumn air that swept through her hair. As she walked down the dirt road she could feel her brunet curls bounce behind her. Not much was happening this night, and in fact the town was rather quiet. As she approached town she noticed many of the lights and lamps were out due to a certain… something. Perhaps the small town was just paranoid, though barbara did need to see. As she walked into downtown she passed by a small store one she knew well. It belonged to her cousin Jane Butterfield, though not a cousin she liked all to well. She did admit Jane was also always paranoid of Barbaras late night walks so she had always left a small lamp of sorts outside her shop. She went over to the side of the door and clicked on the lamp. It was a small lamp but enough to see where she was going. Since it was starting to get cold she had to bring in her plants that surrounded Maitland hardwear, the store she ran with her husband. Speaking of her husband… where was he-

CRASH

Her thoughts were interrupted by a large crash that made her jump and just being her the lamp that she was using was completely smashed to bits on the ground, the light long went out.

Nervous now of her surroundings she scanned the area for a possible threat, but here, at this time? Surely no one was up… unless. She looked up at the small hardware store just a few feet in front of her, looking up at the roof she saw him. Illuminated by the full moon his blood red eyes were the only thing that stood out from the ruffle of black and grey feathers. She took a step back wrapping her jacket once more protectively around her. She saw as the creatures head jerked slightly to the side, the black anteni on his head moved a little more rapidly. They stared at each other for a while till barbara took a step closer. He quickly jumped to his feet from the perched position he was in, his wings flared open obscuring the moon from her line of sight, and just as quickly as he was there. He was gone.

Barbara's eyes darted around the small town listing hard for any wing beats that could possibly be heard. Another screech came from a bit away, though when she faced that way she couldn’t see those eyes anywhere. She shuffled her feet and pulled at her coat, where had he gone? But perhaps she was lucky, for due to legends no one that had meat the fabled moth man had lived to tell the tale. Perhaps this was a blessing, meaning she would see another day in one piece. At the sound of faint wing beats behind her mind went at ease, and with the sound of footprints coming as soft as they could toward her, her face turned into a small smirk. She felt a soft tuft of fur press against her neck and,

“Give it up Adam i'm not afraid.” The tuft of fur pulled away and barbara turned around to see a flustered moth man looking back, “Really?” She nodded, “really”. Adam let out a sigh as he folded back his wings and walked over to his wife wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. He rested his head on her shoulder as he spoke again.

“I really think it was good that time! The eyes! The wings! It was all there! It always works” his eyes looked over to barbara who hummed quietly, “And you did great dear,it would have made anyone in this town run but.” she also rested her head a little on Adams as he extended one of his wings protectively around Barbara. “I can’t be scared by the one I married.” she smiled a little and Adam felt proud that at least Barbara knew he tried. He felt Barbara move of him a bit so he retracted his wing around her. Their eyes met as Barbara gave the moth a slight smile and he returned it with a fangy grin. Barbara let out a soft fit of giggles, at times he was just to much.

“Just come here.” She let her hands intertwined with his, coming a bit closer she let her lips press against his, and Adam took no time to kiss the mortal back. Her lips were soft against his.

After awhile they eventually broke away from each other, hands still intertwined Barbara shivered a bit. Adam took not of this and once again wrapped his wing around her shielding her from the cold autumn breeze. “It’s getting late have you had enough time to stretch your wings dear?” Adam nodded and looked up at their home that was perfectly highlighted by the moon. “Alright , I suppose we should start to walk back-” She let out a soft squeak as Adam swept her off her feet, literally and figuratively. “Absolutely not! I have wings for a reason Barb! And what kind of a husband would i be if i didn't fly you back?” She laughed and pressed a soft kiss against his cheek, “Adam that might have been the most poetic thing i've heard you say since we've been married.” Adam smiled another goofy moth grin, “You think? I've been working on it!”

“Well it obviously worked! Look, you have swept me off my feet already!” The couple laughed in the little vacant town forgetting mostly about their trip back home. As their laughter died down Barbara peered over Adams wing to see the smashed lantern by Janes building, she then looked up at Adam who was still laughing a bit to himself. “Hon, did you really get attracted to that lamp?” Adam stopped and looked over to the lamp on the ground, than to his wife. “Lets just say maybe I did, leaves a lot less explaining to do in the morning.” The couple laughed again. Barbara threw her arms around the man's neck as they shared another passionate kiss giggles escaping every now and then. Perhaps the Mothman wasn’t all he was chalked up to be after all.

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We REALLY do love giving Adam wings don’t we gang 😔👊