Summary: A kindly wizard, clad in green, finds you in the rain, and takes you back to his forest hut to warm up. Requested by @robinruns.
You hadn’t meant to stray from the forest path. It was supposed to be a simple journey - you were just going through the woods, to the town on the other side, to get some medicine for your grandmother.. But now, you were hopelessly lost, and the rain was beating down on you, soaking your clothes and hair. You ducked under a tree, hoping it would provide some sort of shelter. Thunder boomed overhead. You shivered.
“What’s this?” a soft voice asked, and you saw a bearded man in a green cloak coming down the forest path. “A traveler?”
He lifted his lantern, to get a better look at your face. You blinked at the sudden brightness, in the dark night. As he drew closer, you noticed his round, kind face, and soft, brown hair.
“Here, come stand under my umbrella,” he offered. He was a stranger, but you were so wet and cold that you didn’t think twice. You blushed as your shoulder brushed his.
“My name is Gerard,” the man introduced. “I was just out picking some herbs….what were you doing, wandering around in this storm?”
“My name is Y/N….I was trying to cross the woods, and get to the Paper Kingdom on the other side,” you explained.
“Well, I’m afraid you’ve been blown quite off course,” Gerard chuckled. “But, I live not far from here…..would you like someplace warm, to sit and wait for the rain to stop?”
“Oh, thank you!” you accepted gratefully. Maybe it was naive of you, to follow this man home, who you’d just met. But the ice cold rain had you shivering. Your socks were soaked through, and you feared if you stayed out in the chill wind any longer, you’d catch cold.
Gerard gently took your hand to guide you, and keep you under the umbrella’s protective brim, as he walked up the path. Soon, you came to a small, round hut. There were plants growing on the windowsill, and smoke was rising from the chimney.
“Come on in,” Gerard welcomed. “It’s not much, but I suppose it’s much better than being out here in the cold.”
You entered the hut, and immediately sank into an armchair, beside the roaring fire. You took off your socks, and bent your toes towards the warm flames. It felt so nice.
“Let me put some wood in the stove,” Gerard smiles, “and then I can fix you a cup of cocoa.”
“Oh, you don’t have to!” you said quickly. He was being so kind to you, even though he didn’t know you.
“Nonsense,” Gerard shrugged. “We need to get you warmed up as quickly as possible. You should get out of those wet things, too.”
Your face reddened. “I can’t just….strip naked!”
Gerard began to flush himself. “I’ve got a nice flannel nightshirt that you can borrow. I’ll happily turn around while you change into it.”
“No peeking!” you warned, wondering if there was a real reason he’d brought you here.
“Of course not,” Gerard assured you. “I would never do something so ungentlemanly.
He pulled the nightshirt from a cabinet, and handed it to you.
“Let me know when you’re done,” he said, and turned and walked to the other side of the hut, and stood with his back to you.
You still felt embarrassed as you gingerly removed your wet shirt. Droplets of frigid water fell off of it, on to the floor.
“You should find a clean towel on the table, next to the chair,” Gerard called to you, still keeping his back turned, as promised. “You can use that to dry yourself, before you change.”
“Thank you,” you said, finding the fluffy towel just where he’d described. You wiped the cold water from your top half, before removing your soaked trousers. You glanced over. Gerard still hadn’t moved from his spot in the corner.
He really is a gentleman, you thought, pulling the nightshirt over your head. It was big on you, covering your knees, and the sleeves swallowed your hands.
“Are you finished, Y/N?” Gerard asked.
“Yeah, I’m done,” you nodded, sitting back down in the armchair. “You can turn back around.”
“Oh, good,” Gerard smiled. “The cocoa is almost ready. And the herbs I picked, will be delicious in a kettle of soup.”
“You’re making me dinner, too?” you gasped.
“Warm soup is just the thing for a rainy day like this,” Gerard nodded, setting a steaming mug on the table for you. “And it will be nice to have someone to enjoy it with!”
You picked up the mug, and took a sip. It was the richest, sweetest cocoa you’d ever tasted.
“What do you do, out here in the woods?” you asked curiously. “Is it lonely out here?”
“Sometimes,” Gerard confessed. “But, it’s the best place to pick the plants I’ll need to make my potions.”
“You’re a wizard!” you realized.
“I know a few recipes, to make things in my cauldron that will help others,” Gerard shrugged. “Brews that have the power to heal.”
“That’s actually what I’m going to the Kingdom for,” you admitted. “My grandmother, she’s very sick…”
“Then I’m glad I ran into you,” Gerard replied. “I have just the thing, that you can take with you when you leave. A mixture of dragon’s blood, wolfsbane, a few tasty mushrooms….it’ll cure just about anything.”
“Oh, thank you,” you gasped. “Gerard, you’re doing so much for me….”
“You must love your grandmother very much,” Gerard smiled warmly, “to journey out into a storm like this, to try and help her. I had a grandmother once, who was very dear to me, too. She was a witch. She taught me everything I know.”
“What was her name?” you asked.
“Helena,” Gerard frowned. “She passed, some years ago.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I didn’t mean to make you sad….”
“No, it’s alright,” Gerard assured you. “She had a good, long life, and helped anyone who crossed her path, who was in need. She made me promise to do the same.”
“Sounds like you’re living up to your vow,” you smiled. Suddenly, a shiver ran through you. Even with the warm clothes and the fireplace, you still felt chilled.
“I think it may take a little more, to rid you of this hypothermia,” Gerard realized. “Come here.”
“What are you going to do?” you asked. “A spell?”
“Not quite,” he smirked, and sat down next to you in the armchair, pulling you close. Your cheeks reddened as he held you against his warm body, chest to chest.
“If your body can’t make heat,” Gerard whispered, “take some of mine.” He ran his soft hands over your bare calves, the friction generating heat.
“What happened to being gentlemanly?” you teased.
Gerard’s hand froze. “.....if you don’t like it, I’ll stop. I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s alright,” you purred. “Gerard….you’re very handsome.” You pulled him closer, winding your hands through his long hair. You nuzzled your face against his. It made your nose less cold.
He kissed you softly as he pulled you in tighter. His warm hands stroked your back.
“....will you stay with me the whole night through, Y/N?” Gerard asked softly. “I don’t think the rain will let up any time soon….and I think you’re the most beautiful maiden I’ve ever seen.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” you breathed, and surrendered, to all the warm his body could provide.
Testing oil paint..... Here is wizard!Gerard found a very special fairy since he's believing in fairies[according to the his tweet] So I do a crossover...Gerard WayxFairy Tail(sounds nice,isn't it?)
