#they and leshy were like?? basically married before everything went to shit??

[languor-em]

I come rolling into your ask box to ask for a Leshy X Reader. Anything as long as it's soft and fluffy, for I am pathetic and in love with a tree.

SSH SH THERE IS NOTHING PATHETIC ABOUT BEING IN LOVE WITH A TREE!!! I love Leshy so much man I,,,, HHH 🥺

I gotta apologize, I went a bit crazy with this?? Not that it's super long or like,, well thought out but I had an idea and word vomited so!! Thank you!!!

In the Woods Somewhere (Leshy x GN!Reader)

In which the world blips, and you remember.

There had been a blip.

You weren’t sure how you knew this, weren’t sure how you were able to even register such a thing in the first place- but you knew. It was one of the few things you were certain about nowadays. Though you did not know much, you knew something for certain.

One moment, there had been nothing. And the next- everything.

You weren’t sure if you had even existed for the longest time- much of your memory was just… blacked out. A thick, suffocating, corrupting nothing had taken the place of passing time. Had taken your consciousness, your very being. You had simply stopped, not even floating among the nothingness on the outskirts of your word. You were just… gone.

Then all of a sudden- a blip. A shudder shooting through the world’s very core- like a snake shedding its skin. A shifting of things slightly to the left, you supposed.

And with that blip, nothing gave way to everything.

You had awoken softly, surprisingly so, laid on a bed piled high with quilts and pelts. The faint smell of herbs had soaked into the air, moonlight playing off of leaves and flowers sitting peacefully within their pots and vases. It looked as though the forest had simply grown into your home- and you felt a faint sense of pride at that thought. You sat up, unsure, your mind slowly remembering what it was like to have a body. You wiggled your fingers and cracked your joints, inspecting your form like it was the first time you had seen it.

It all felt… unfamiliar.

And yet- you had been here before. You knew it at the very core of your being.

You stood, feet padding quietly along the wood floor, moving to a long burnt-out hearth framed with carved statues. There was an intricate bird, a squirrel, a wolf- and something in your heart swelled at the sight, a smile stretching across your face for reasons you were not aware of.

You reached out, trembling, brushing a finger against the polished fur of the wolf. Your heart skipped- images flashing through your mind at their own accord.

Gnarled wooden hands moving deftly, a well sharpened knife making quick work of the wood he held. You were sat next to him, working on a project of your own. But your eyes always wandered back to him, to his hands. Worn and wise, and oh so capable of true artistry. You had smiled, and he had paused in his work. He reached out towards you, bark pressing against the skin of your cheek and a thumb trailing a gentle path. You closed your eyes, and a deep, quiet chuckle drifted into your ears.

You couldn’t remember his face.

Something about that thought had shot something like a pike through your heart, ice piercing through your chest and wrenching tears from your eyes.

You couldn’t remember his face, but you could remember his touch, his warmth.

Something ached, and your hands gripped at your chest. There was something missing here, something wrong- something you had forgotten.

Your feet moved of their own accord in your distress, following a path so well used that your muscles remembered it long after your mind had forgotten. You had the sense to grab a pelt before your feet carried you completely outside, wrapping it tightly around trembling shoulders before shaking hands pushed a worn wooden door open.

Night greeted you, as did a path overgrown with all manner of plants. You walked slowly, recognizing Nightshade, Lavender, Sage, Rosemary, Lilly-of-the-Valley, juniper, holly, mistletoe- plants that you innately knew had their uses. Your hands twitched, faint memories of fingers stained green and the air thick with the smell of crushed reagents. There was his laugh again, soft and fond- a light shake of his head and a heavy hand on the small of your back. The tickle of leaves against your forehead, the scent of pine and moss overcoming everything else.

Orange- his eyes were orange. Like the sun itself.

You had made good distance by now, though you weren’t entirely sure what you were measuring that against. The little footpath leading from your home had merged onto a larger, but equally overgrown one. It led you deeper and deeper into the forest, the branches of trees and the peaks of mountains intermittently hiding the moon from view. But you knew, as viscerally and deeply as anything, that you were making good time. That you were nearly there, that there were just a few more miles to go before you reached it.

Reached what, you wondered.

But you didn’t know. All you knew was that it was out there- in the woods somewhere. And that it was your beacon in this dark night.

You passed cracked boulders, gold dust shimmering lightly in the moonlight. You passed a pier on a massive lake, the wetlands gripping at your feet and the air heavy with the smell of rotting wood and earth. You moved through a mountain path, the cold sharp and sinking down to your very bones like the teeth of a steel trap. Your feet hurt, something they had not experienced in… Stars only know how long. All of this felt distinctly familiar, but new. As if someone had taken the same old story and shifted something about it, something mostly unnoticeable. But you lived the story. You knew how things were meant to be- felt it.

You left the mountain path, emerging once more into the woods. Fireflies littered the path before you, providing sparse light when the moon could not. Your hand reached out of its own accord, meeting a slice in a grand fur beside you. You looked, nostalgia flooding your system at the axe mark carved into the bark.

He had terrified you when you had first met- all tall and beastly. Though you had not come as a challenger, you were still a survivor. You had swiped at him with the little hatchet you used for gathering particularly stubborn plants, and he had deftly moved out of the way. Your blade had lodged into a fur tree, and you had almost run away.

But you hadn’t. And instead, you had followed him to his home.

For a game.

And there it was.

Your heart pounded in your chest at the sight of the cozy little cabin, memories rushing back to you all at once, years of emotions surging forward in a great wave. You had been gone for so long, everything had changed so completely, and yet- here you were again. After the end of all things.

You took a step towards the cabin, you remembered him teaching you how to play cards.

Another step, he smiled the first time you had beaten him, offering you a cup of tea.

Another step, you held a trembling hand towards his, sobbing as he took it. He smelled of petrichor and home.

Yet another step, he held you as tightly as he could without hurting you. He had almost lost you, he whimpered, he couldn't stand to lose you.

Your feet hit the wood of his porch, your hand resting gently on the splintery bannister. Gnarled hands gently gripped your waist, hooves and feet moving slowly along the floor of his cabin. He spun you, dipping you low as you both laughed together.

Your hand touched the door, far more weather-worn than your own, moss and lichen taking the wood over at a steady rate.

You kissed him softly, your hands tangling in his mane of leaves and twigs. He held you as if he were afraid you would disappear if he let go, and his tail wrapped around you both.

You opened the door, your breath catching in your throat as your eyes landed on the familiar surroundings.

Candlelight faintly lit the little room, various knick-knacks and props littering all available counter space. Pelts were draped along the back of chairs and on the ground, and a hearth glowed softly with the embers of a dead fire.

And there, sitting alone at a wooden table, was him.

The man who held you with a tenderness you had not felt before or sense. The man who looked at you as if you alone had placed the moon and all the stars in the sky. The man who had danced with you in the rain, held you as you cried, grounded you when the world felt all too much.

And as he stood, candlelight reflecting from the bumps and ridges of his face, the last piece of the puzzle finally clicked into place.

"Leshy…"

And all at once, as though his own memories had finally returned to him, Leshy let out a trembling gasp. A word fell from his lips, quiet and questioning- and holding the weight of the whole world on it's syllables.

But you remembered it, and you wondered how you had managed to forget your own name in the first place.

"Yeah," you all but whispered, "It's me."

You smiled, a shaking and weak thing, and tears began to blur your vision. He was looking at you with wide, shocked eyes- his hands frozen in reaching out for you. His eyes flitted up and down your form, taking in every detail he could. Your heart swelled at the flash of recognition that finally sparked across his face, your tears finally falling from your eyes and dripping down your cheeks.

"I'm finally home."

And that was all it took for the damn to break.

Leshy suddenly surged forward, falling to his knees and bundling you up in his arms, a sob tearing from his woody chest and the leaves of his hair tickling against your face as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck. You were quick to return his embrace, cries of your own wrenching from your throat. You were home. You were really, truly home.

"I thought I had lost you," he whispered, his voice crackling with emotion, "I thought we were all lost- I thought it was all going to end."

"I hadn't meant to leave," came your murmured reply, "I didn't want to leave you."

He did not respond, merely nuzzling further into your neck and holding you as tight as he dared.

"I missed you," you whispered against the top of his head, curling further into the great Scrybe of Beasts and gripping him like a lifeline. A part of you feared you would lose him if you let go, that all of this would simply disappear back into nothing.

But it wouldn't. You wouldn't let it.

And neither would he, you realized as he moved to look at your face, a hand coming up to cup your cheek with the reverence of a man seeing the moon for the very first time. And you smiled, like someone seeing sunlight after a long stint in darkness, your much smaller hand coming to rest upon the gnarled bark on the back of his.

Neither of you said anything as Leshy pressed his forehead against your own, both his hands now holding the sides of your face. You held both his hands in turn, your eyes fluttering closed with a watery laugh. You nuzzled against each other, years of love expressed softly in this one blessed moment of reunion.

There had been a blip.

And it had brought you home.

#THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR THE PROMPT #OH HOW I LOVE HIM!! TREE!! I YYEEAARRNN #i really hope this is alright #i dont reread more than once- we die like men in this household #but i just-- i word vomited thid #the vague idea is that rrader was an npc in early development that was?? sort of an herbalist character?? #they didnt really serve a gameplay purpose though- just for flavor #so a little bit before the old data surfaced and messed with everything they deleted them #which was very upsetting for leshy- especially because he started having trouble remembering them #blah blah blah plot #but them grimora kills the game! and it comes back!! because this is my story and i get to choose the ending!!! #but instead of deleting it completely- the world resets without thr old data #and thats why reader was able to functionaly respawn #they and leshy were like?? basically married before everything went to shit?? #just a funky herbalist and their feral tree husband #nothing to see here! #anyway- i loce writing x readers #i wanna write more!! #also maybe some self insert stuff #because im a fool and a simp #ron talks #inscryption #inscryption spoilers #leshy inscryption #leshy x reader #x reader #reader insert #self insert #leshy inscryption x reader #ron writes