trial run of my oscar gets drunkenly married in vegas to a stranger universe!
Synopsis: y/n doesn't do not communicating in and out of the bedroom whatsoever. it takes oscar some time to adjust. slightly angsty. figuring out how to be married.
Warnings: 18+ content
important to note: beginnings of soft!dom reader : )
part one
this is my first ever f1 fic or text post of any fandom. i haven't posted fic in nearly a decade so pls be kind. i like this website i found, Postfully. has an easy to follow text format. tell me what you think!
The cold air was a welcomed change to her unliving skin. The bite would cause most to shiver. To her it was as a crisp autumn air that tousled your hair. This is what some semblance of freedom felt like. To be able to see the stars, the sky, to lay beneath them as though alive.
Tonight was no different. The vampire found herself hunched gingerly over the fire, warming her hands though they needed it not. Call it a habit that would never die. Perhaps it was more than just it being a mortals privy to comfort. Deep amber eyes flitted to her traveling companion. The one who has given her these things and more. There would be no amount of gratitude to express as to just how grateful Serana was.
Could something be said? They knew only the faintest of one another. A name. Happenstance. An estranged family. Conspiracy. The woman inhaled through painted lips before finally speaking.
"So... it's rather intrepid of you to do all that you've done thus far. The Dawnguard... freeing me. Your choice was surprising."
Normally, wandering out into the mountains all on your lonesome isn’t exactly something that you do daily but today is an exception. Sophie, your best friend, had left you a note saying she had left. She didn’t elaborate on why, she simply said that something had happened at the hat shop two nights before and she needed some time to herself. “Could’ve just gone on a stroll through town, she could’ve. Or locked herself in her room. But no, she had to climb a bloody mountain instead..” You muttered, adjusting the straps of the pack on your back.
The smell of fire smoke reached your nose and you looked around. “Must be a cabin ‘round here somewhere.” You decided to reach the top of the hill to get a better look around, but before you could, the sound of metal scraping upon metal and the creaking of old wood filled your ears. Then you saw it. The thing they called a castle. “What in the world is this? Because it is surely not a castle.” You said aloud.
It stopped for a moment, as if contemplating whether or not to allow into it. You guessed it wanted to let you in since it lowered and its door swung open. You stood for a moment, too stunned to speak or move. You thought that maybe getting onto the so-called ‘castle’ was a bad idea, but a familiar, yet aged, voice called out your name. “Y/N! Come in! Unless you want to run after the bloody thing!” Sophie!
You quickly ran up and latched onto the railing next to the door, and hauled yourself up just as the caste began to move again. You took a moment to catch your breath before looking up to see your friend. “Good lord, Soph! IS this the incident you talked about in your note?” You exclaimed, standing up and pulling the sleeves of your sweater over your chilled hands. She smiled guiltily.
“I am sorry I left with nothing but a note in my place, N/N, but I doubted whether or not you’d think I was some senile old woman or if I was really Sophie.” You shook you head with a smile, your H/C hair fluffing outwards slightly. “Not at all! I’d know my best friend anywhere.” You told her. “Now, tell me. What the hell happened at the Hat Shop that night?”
“The Witch of the Waste isn’t a very pleasant woman.” Sophie sighed with a scowl on her face. “The Witch of the Waste did this to you? Well, you’d think her being magical would give her better things to do than torment young women.” You sighed.
“So, this is Howl’s Castle, eh?” You said, looking around the place. “Not much of a castle, is it?” You wrinkled your nose at the pile of dirty dishes and cobwebs. “Not really. Though I have become Howl’s new cleaning lady. Want to be my helper, N/N?” Sophie grinned. “Oh lord. Now I think it was a mistake coming to find your ass.” You groaned, not being able to help the smile that came across your face.
Throughout the next few days, you had met a little red haired boy who was called Markl. Though you had not met the master of the house yet. You had helped Sophie with the cleaning and become friends with Calcifer the demon.
Although, when you did meet the blond haired man, you were mesmerized by those eyes of his. A beautiful sea-green that sparkled in the sun. You wondered what they would look like in starlight.
“Sophie. Who is this?” His voice had startled you at first since you didn’t hear him come in. Though you quickly got used to the words that flowed like silk. “Oh, this is my friend, Y/N. He’s been helping out with the cleaning. I do hope that isn’t a problem.” Sophie smiled kindly. “No, not at all. Specially when he’s such a handsome man.” Howl replied, taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles gently. Your breath hitched and your heart fluttered at the simple act. You gathered yourself and smiled. “I could say the same about you.” A light pink stained his pale cheeks. “Well, I should be off. Remember what I told you Sophie. Do not get carried away.” Howl said, letting go of your hand and turning the knob on the door, the dial color turning black as he stepped out into darkness.
You could feel the blush of your face as you turned back to scrubbing the grime off dishes. You do hope you’ll be able to see more of Howl at some point. And maybe, in more ways then one.
