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[nargacuga-tamer8000]

Okay, funnily, you just did something like this with Erik. I thought this up while reading your other Erik fics before stumbling on the Erik Exposed one lololol. But I was thinking a cute fic would be a hunter whose preferred uniform or armor covers most of their body, so you can't really get a good read on their build. And then, for some reason, the hunter has to take off their jacket or roll up their pants, and Erik immediately zeroes in on the hunter and gets all flustered cause wow the hunter has really nice arms/legs and obviously they would but he never actually looked before and- Or for some reason, on an outing, the hunter has to hug Erik to them tightly, and it has the same effect of completely breaking Erik mentally. If you're up to it, I'd love to read smth like that, but mostly I'm happy to find someone willing to provide hungry Erik fans with some content! I'm eating all your fics up rn.

Thanks for liking and reading my stories! I hope you enjoy this one too!

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Flustered Research

Erik comes to notice just how attractive you are, and it turns him into a flustered mess. You, of course, take the time to tease him a bit.

The wind danced across the open dunes of the Windward Plains, fluttering the hem of your high-collared jacket as you scanned the horizon for tracks. The day was cooling off—twilight creeping in as the last light caught the sand in golden threads. Your armor was always layered, always efficient: loose enough to breathe, light enough to move, but bulky in all the right places. You weren’t flashy. Function came first.

And Erik, your assigned handler at the moment, had never once questioned that.

He scribbled furiously into his journal beside you now, his brows furrowed beneath that pale sweep of hair that never quite sat still in the desert breeze. His voice carried as a quiet hum as he mumbled to himself, tracing monster patterns with his finger in the sand.

“I think these claw marks might belong to the Doshaguma Alpha,” he said absently, flipping back to a previous page. “See how the spacing’s wider than the sub-mature ones we saw last time?”

You nodded, crouching next to him and tugging your glove tighter around your wrist. “That’s what I was thinking, too. Looks fresh.”

He grinned, crooked and pleased, but still didn’t look at you.

You didn’t mind.

He was endearing like this—lost in his observations, brushing dust from fossils with the same reverence he reserved for living beasts. You’d come to enjoy having him along. He wasn’t loud or overbearing like some handlers, except when he got excited over something. He didn’t bark orders. He asked. He listened. And he’d made the effort to remember how you liked your coffee in the mornings.

Small things.

But today was different.

You’d been following a pack of juvenile Doshaguma for over an hour, pushing through thornbrush and overhanging rock ledges until one particularly stubborn ridge forced a pause.

“Too steep for even the Seikret,” you muttered, squinting up.

“We’ll have to climb it,” Erik said, but his voice had dipped into a frown. “Or skirt around. But that’ll cost us daylight.”

You sized up the cliff. Doable, if not ideal.

With a huff, you reached for your jacket zipper. “Then we climb.”

Erik blinked. “Wait, you’re taking that off?”

“Too bulky,” you shrugged. “It’s a tight fit. I need flexibility.”

You peeled off the outer layer and rolled it into your pack. It left you in your underlayer—a snug, sleeveless black compression top, nothing scandalous, but revealing in a way Erik clearly had not been prepared for.

He made a sound.

It wasn’t a word. It was more like a squeak.

You turned toward him just as he dropped his pen.

His eyes were fixed on you—or more precisely, your arms. His mouth opened like he wanted to say something and forgot how language worked halfway through.

You blinked. “Erik?”

“I—um.” He immediately looked away, ears tinting pink. “Right! Yes. The cliff. Climbing. Good idea. Smart. Definitely practical.”

You couldn’t help it. You grinned.

Had he really never noticed?

You were built for what you did—your arms were strong, defined from weapon use and the sheer amount of hauling you did every day. You weren’t exactly flaunting it, but… maybe it was a little fun to see him melt like that.

Later that evening, you sat beside a low campfire, both of you sitting just far enough apart for comfort, just close enough for warmth. Erik was still red-faced, scribbling a little too intensely.

You stretched your legs out and rolled up the bottom hem of your pants, rubbing at your calves. The day’s hike had left them stiff.

You caught Erik’s gaze flicker down.

And then immediately dart away.

His journal was suddenly very interesting.

“…Everything alright?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“I’m fine,” he said too fast.

“Legs distracting you?”

“What? No. No! I mean—yes. I mean no. Not distracting. Just—legs. You have them. Obviously.” He groaned, face in hands. “Why am I talking.”

You laughed then, soft and honest, and watched him peek up between his fingers. His green eyes adorned with a shyness you never really got to see in him that often.

“You’re cute when you fluster,” you said.

“I think I’m dying,” he replied after a moment.

You chuckled again and reached over to brush a bit of hair from his face, fingers delicately feathering across his soft skin. He froze at the touch, wide green eyes flicking to yours. Color crossed his cheeks and nose.

“Relax,” you murmured. “We’re just friends, right?”

A pause.

“…Right.”

But his voice was too quiet.

Too wistful.

A week passed.

Your next outing took you through the Scarlet Forest, thick with fog and silence. A Lala Barina had been reported nesting, and it was your job to tag the den and return without disturbing her. Simple in theory. Risky in practice, especially with Erik.

Halfway through the mission, a shift in the air had you on high alert. Erik had paused mid-note, his head tilting like a confused puppy.

You didn’t wait.

You grabbed his arm and pulled him to you, tight against your chest as you ducked behind a thick tree trunk. Your breath hitched—not from fear, but from how close he was. You could feel his heartbeat through your gear. His soft pale hair ticked your nose, and you can say for certain that he smelled good; like the forest after a freshly fallen rain. He was stiff at first, then melted into the safety of your hold.

The monster passed by without incident.

But Erik didn’t move.

“…You okay?” you whispered against his hair.

He nodded mutely.

Then, after a pause: “You’re warm.”

You blinked, a small smile curling your mouth. “That’s what jackets are for.”

“No, not that. You’re warm.” He shifted slightly, still half-tucked against you. “It’s… safe. Being near you.”

Your breath caught in your throat. He was looking up at you now, eyes bright with something that wasn’t just adrenaline.

“Erik,” you said gently.

“Yeah?”

“You’re adorable.”

He flushed crimson, and his eyes quickly darted away.

“Okay—I am dying now.”

You laughed, and your arms tightened around him instinctively. “Too bad. I’m not letting you go.”

He didn’t complain.

Not even once.

By the time you returned to camp, Erik walked closer than usual. His shoulder brushed yours. He kept looking at your hands like they held answers.

And maybe they did.

Because the moment you handed him a wrapped cup of his favorite tea, he stared at it, then at you, and whispered:

“I really, really like you.”

You tilted your head. “Just because I have nice arms?”

“Because you have a kind heart,” he mumbled. “But also yes. Your arms are unfair.”

You grinned, stepped in, and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. His face exploded into color from the intimacy to the point he could brag to a Rathalos about how much redder he was.

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to keep distracting you, then.”

And Erik, bless him, looked ready to combust.

[nargacuga-tamer8000]

can I just say how pretty your hunter is?!!!

Thank you!!!❤️

Also, Erik wanted his picture taken too

[nargacuga-tamer8000]

When people ask why I play Monster Hunter Wilds: Because E R I K

Hey did you guys know that I am very normal about Erik? I mean of course it’s normal to want to get him wet, right? 👀

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Behind the scenes of me trying to figure out controls while getting pretty pictures of the scenery before me when a fire chicken interrupts

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This is how the squad preps for a hunt.

I checked to see if Erik was outside, but he hid away.

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I got you all with some Erik lines after he gets hit by the water gun

He is too adorable XD

[nargacuga-tamer8000]

not a request for a story! just wanna see more of your hunter, palico and seikkret! and if you bought the new outfit for erik?

Aww thank you! I spend so much time with reader insert stories I forget about my own hunter OC XD

And buying that new outfit was the first thing I did in the morning. I have a problem.

Like I expected this man to be scrawny! Why is he actually so fine looking? Like, he's actually quite fit, not like muscular hunter fit but still and...I'm sure my fellow simps are rejoicing at this too

And I love that top photo, looks like he is just staring longingly at her (Katrin, my hunter OC)

And my Palico, Shivers, rocking his lil bell collar. I figured if Erik and I were stripping then he was too.

Also, just like @masami-kurosawa, I forgot Erik and the others were dressed up. A pleasant surprise XD

Please forgive my frames, my computer always needs a hot minute

[nargacuga-tamer8000]

#78 "No way...you were actually jealous." I kinda wanna see a jelly Erik

Me too! XD

#78 "No way...you were actually jealous."

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That Green-Eyed Monster

You encounter a monster that you have never dealt with before. But it wasn't some mysterious elder dragon or deep-sea leviathan. It resonated from your handler, Erik. Jealousy.

The sands of the Windward Plains shimmered under the afternoon sun as you and Erik, your steady and curious handler, guided the Seikret into Kunafa Windsong Village. You guys had an unspoken relationship, clearly liking each other, but didn't do much about it. The village lay quiet, its livestock and people a gentle hum of activity. Kunafa’s residents—the Sandfolk—looked on as you dismounted, their glances polite but curious.

You spotted Y’sai, casually leaning near the Seikret stables, speaking quietly with villagers. The same young man you rescued earlier—gentle, earnest, and impossibly full of gratitude. He set his eyes on you, and your soft wave sent his cheeks tinting rose.

Erik stiffened beside you, pale skin flushing faintly. Usually relaxed and inquisitive, he suddenly crossed his arms.

Y’sai’s voice falters slightly as you greet him, offering a warm smile and a piece of locally made Kunafa cheese—his thank-you gesture. His eyes linger just a beat too long, and when he speaks to you, his tone softens:

“I’m so glad you came back safely…"

He gestures towards a stall, pointing out more freshly made samples. You respond politely, glancing back at Erik—who’s been watching the exchange like a hawk, lips pressed into a thin line.

Y’sai gave a shy smile. "I- would you join us for cheese and flatbread this evening?" he offered. His voice was soft, hesitant, hopeful. You accepted happily.

Erik’s jaw tensed. Though subtle, you felt it—his annoyance at every lingering glance Y’sai stole. He nudged ahead, scribbling around in his journal, but returned to hover like a silent sentinel.

When you passed Y’sai again, his hopeful look and subtle bow cut through Erik’s composure. You glanced up to find Erik’s gaze narrowed, lips pressed thin.

Later, over a communal dinner by torchlight, Y’sai’s earnest conversation with you brimmed with wide-eyed admiration. He handed you a chunk of flatbread. His words about your bravery spilled in warm sincerity.

As Y’sai flits around with courtesy and open tenderness, Erik’s demeanor shifts. Normally your enthusiastic biologist-handler, he now fidgets, arms crossed. His usual excitement over local flora is drowned by irritation whenever Y’sai comes near.

He mutters under his breath as you accept another cheese piece:

“Don’t let him get you all full of fluff... he’s just being nice.”

When Y’sai appears with a gentle nod again and a soft compliment on your gear, Erik’s tone hardens with jealousy:

“No need to bask in compliments—you’ve got me, don’t you?”

His voice is low and cold, a clear divergence from his usual upbeat energy.

Erik sat across, arms folded, monitoring every affectionate gesture Y’sai made. You finally caught Erik watching you protectively. He took a sip of water, jaw set.

"You're jealous."

The words slipped out softly.

Erik’s head snapped up, and he nearly choked on his water. His eyes widened in surprise. "I—I am not," he sputtered, voice tighter than usual. He turned away, restlessly rearranging cheese chunks on his plate. His silver hair hiding his burning red face.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight—Erik so uncharacteristically flustered. His denial felt cursory at best.

"No way… you were actually jealous," you repeated, softer this time. You reached over and slipped your hand over his. His shoulders stiffened; his cheekbones warmed. This time the blush crept up to his ears, very noticeable against his pale skin.

"I’m your handler," he mumbled, irritation twisting in his tone, though it softened after the words. "That’s all. Just doing my job."

You squeezed his hand and let a playful smile tug your lips. "Your job includes being jealous when someone flirts with me?"

He turned and met your gaze, mild panic in his eyes. "That’s not what I—don’t make it out to be something it isn’t."

But you were already finding the cute in this. Truly, deeply cute. His protectiveness, his snippy denial—earlier iron turned to blush under your affectionate gaze.

You leaned closer. "Showing up to sit next to me all evening, watching over my shoulder, interrupting Y’sai every time he looked at me… that wasn’t professional distance," you teased.

Heat stole across Erik’s neck. "It was… concern," he muttered. "That’s all."

You laughed softly. "Concern, jealousy… same thing in my book. Honestly, it’s adorable."

His jaw clamped shut, but his eyes gave him away—soft and reluctant, yet intensely fond. He cleared his throat and turned back to the table, picking at his cheese.

Y’sai noticed the shift too—awkward silence overtook their conversation, the warm glow of the villagers’ lanterns and firelight a backdrop to this bubbling emotional tension.

You linked your fingers through Erik’s. "I like you," you whispered. "And I appreciate your concern. I see you."

Erik exhaled, then nodded slightly. Resting his head against your shoulder, he murmured, "Just… don’t let him steal you away from me."

You laughed again, kissing the top of his head, his hair soft, as you leaned in toward him.

As the evening settled into comfortable warmth, Y’sai made a gentle exit—perhaps sensing the moment had shifted. Perhaps sensing he had no chance with you. Erik resettled, his arm quietly wrapping around your shoulders. Though quiet now, his lingering glance at the departing Y’sai said volumes.

In the nights afterward, Erik’s protectiveness was softer yet ever-present. But you—knowing his heart—never rolled your eyes at his flare of jealousy again. Instead, you cherished how his care sometimes overflowed into snarky denial… and realized his heart was as big as his curiosity.

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Okay, it's about time I acted on this. I don't know if I'm just a thirsty girl in need of water, but here's a short story inspired by seeing more skin on Erik than I ever thought I would get to see. Hope the other simpers enjoy this blend of humor and hunk.

The Rarest Endemic Life Finally Found: Erik Exposed

You have been in a relationship with Erik for a little while and things moved slowly as well as chaotically. However, an accidental encounter leads you with a lot more to think about.

Things had finally, finally settled down.

No awkward public courting attempts. No impromptu scientific flirtation. No Erik trying to understand human relationships through the eyes of monsters and other creatures.

You and Erik had fallen into a soft, domestic kind of closeness—holding hands during briefings, sharing meals, forehead kisses between field notes. You’d become his safe place. His person.

And he was yours.

You weren’t expecting that to change when you walked into the side tent that afternoon—just looking for your canteen and maybe a dry pair of gloves.

What you weren’t expecting… was Erik.

Standing.

Shirtless.

Facing away.

His back was turned toward you, skin a bit paler than what you normally see. His shoulder blades flexed as he reached for something, the long line of his spine tracing down to his waistband.

His silver hair was tousled, damp from a recent wash. He was muttering to himself, unaware of your intrusion.

And you?

You forgot how to breathe.

Your fingers curled around the tent flap. Your heart tried to leave your body. There were definitely a few battle instincts telling you to flee—except, this wasn’t a raging monster.

This was your shy, brilliant, affectionate biologist.

And he was… ripped? I mean, more than you expected.

“Uh—”

He turned at the sound, mid-way through drying off his hair with a towel.

And froze.

You froze.

You both stared.

Erik blinked.

Then flushed from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears.

“Oh—stars—” he blurted, fumbling for the nearest fabric-like object (which was not his shirt, but instead his journal, which did nothing to hide anything). “I—I thought everyone was out in the field—!”

“I was—was looking for my gloves—!” you squeaked, turning halfway around, hand over your eyes but absolutely still seeing everything in your memory.

There was a beat of heavy silence.

“…You can look, you know,” Erik said softly, sheepishly. “We’ve… been very close.”

You peeked.

Big mistake.

Because he was looking at you now, with flushed cheeks and the kind of shy little half-smile that made your knees weak.

You swallowed hard. “I didn’t know you...were this...”

“Pale?” He muttered.

"Strong-looking." You replied, and you could practically see him try to hide in his shadow at your compliment.

You took a step in before you could stop yourself.

He watched you, breath catching.

Your hand hovered near his chest, fingertips ghosting over skin. “Can I?”

He nodded, heart pounding.

You traced across his collarbone—remembering his trembling hands, his soft kisses, the way he held you like you were something sacred.

And now, here he was, all of him, without shame.

“I’ve never seen you like this before,” you said quietly.

“You’ve seen me afraid. And awkward. And sleep-deprived.”

“And I loved you through all of it,” you whispered, brushing your lips over his shoulder. “But this? This might kill me.”

His breath hitched.

You kissed the base of his neck.

And then—

“OH SWEET DEVILJHO, I KNEW IT!!”

You both jumped as your Palico burst into the tent with a bundle of dried herbs, dramatically shielding their eyes.

“YOU TWO ARE NAKEDLY IN LOVE!! I KNEW IT!!”

“We’re not—!” Erik yelped, grabbing the towel and finally managing to cover himself like a stunned forest maiden.

“Y/N's committing skin crimes!” Your Palico howled as they ran off.

Outside the tent, Olivia called, “Do I need to murder someone?”

You groaned into Erik’s shoulder.

He groaned into your hair.

Eventually, when things had quieted, he whispered against your ear:

“…You still think I’m handsome?”

You pulled back just enough to grin. “Handsome, sexy, devastatingly sculpted. Your shoulders have leveled up.”

He laughed—soft and shy and overwhelmed.

And this time, he kissed you.

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#140 "Don't force yourself. It's obvious that you are in pain and need healing." and #143 "Why...Why are you holding your stomach like that? Are you bleeding?!" for Erik and hunter/reader?I just want some angst-romance-fluff

Of course! Hope you like it!

#140 "Don't force yourself. It's obvious that you are in pain and need healing."

#143 "Why...Why are you holding your stomach like that? Are you bleeding?!"

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Like Rain Through Silk

You're just an average hunter that was sent to explore the Forbidden Lands. After overhearing some choice words from others, you decide to go and prove that you are willing to take risks. It goes wrong.

The cool hush of morning wrapped the Scarlet Forest in a curtain of mist, soft and fragrant with dew. Leaves dripped overhead, water beading off massive ferns, and birdsong curled faintly through the dawn.

You should’ve still been sleeping.

But you’d overheard the words again last night—half-muttered near the campfire, not even meant for you, but clear enough to sink in like thorns.

“They’re good but not pulling their weight. You know? Always tagging along, not leading. Not really risking much.”

They didn’t know you were behind the storage tent, arms full of herbs, frozen with a pain you wouldn’t let show. They didn’t know that you'd been working damn hard—just maybe not loudly enough.

So here you were. Alone. No handler. No Seikret. No Palico.

You’d scrawled a rushed note on parchment and left it with your Palico, so at least someone knew why you were gone. You didn’t name your target out loud, just the area. It was enough to cover you.

The Scarlet Forest shimmered beneath its morning veil as you crouched near a flowering brook. The colors here were always strange—lush greens and bruised violets, like a place caught between dreams and nightmares.

And in the middle of it, trailing bubbles like silver ghosts, was the Mizutsune.

You’d read about them. Fought one once, alongside Olivia. But this time, it was your hunt. Your moment to prove yourself.

Your moment to bleed for it.

It started beautifully—almost too beautifully. The Mizutsune danced between sprays of water, its fur and scales catching the sunlight in iridescent waves. But beauty was often cruel in nature.

You’d landed several clean hits. Your weapon shimmered with fluid, each strike finding purchase along its flank. But you moved too close—misjudged the distance, maybe out of adrenaline, maybe out of pride.

And then it happened.

A twisting sweep of its tail slammed into your side with a crack, launching you into a moss-dampened tree. Something inside tore—whether muscle, skin, ribs, or something deeper, you couldn’t tell.

You stayed still for a moment, gasping silently, doubled over in the underbrush. Warmth pooled under your palm. Your vision blurred, but you stayed quiet. No one was coming. No one knew that you were in danger.

You didn’t kill the Mizutsune. It retreated into the canopy, graceful as a whisper. You didn’t follow.

By sunset, the forest light had turned gold and low, burning between the trees. You limped into camp unnoticed, boots dragging, every breath stabbing sharp under your ribs.

The others were around the fire—laughing, cleaning gear, talking about their day. Your Palico among them, giving you an understanding look.

You nodded. You smiled. You waved off questions with practiced ease.

And no one pressed.

Except Erik.

He watched you from a distance, his arms crossed, journal forgotten in his lap. His light green eyes narrowed, tracking the way your arm didn’t move. The way you hunched ever so slightly when you breathed.

He said nothing—at first.

You were almost in your tent when you heard footsteps behind you—light, quick, unmistakably Erik.

“Hey,” he called out softly. “Wait.”

You stopped; shoulders stiff.

He stepped around to face you, eyes scanning, mouth open to speak—but what he saw made his expression drop completely.

His gaze fell to where your hand was pressed tight to your side. The fabric of your gear was darker there—subtle, but not to someone like him.

His voice cracked.

“Why… Why are you holding your stomach like that? Are you bleeding?!”

You stiffened, caught in his concern, unable to lie. The ache flared in response, as if answering for you.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, turning your head away. “Just need rest. I can handle it.”

But Erik didn’t budge. He stepped closer, voice rising with restrained panic.

“Don't force yourself. It's obvious that you are in pain and need healing.”

His words hit harder than any strike from the Mizutsune.

Because they weren’t filled with judgment.

They were filled with worry.

Erik took you to the medical tent himself. You tried to protest, but his hand found your elbow—gentle, steady, firm.

He didn’t look angry.

Just hurt.

Once inside, he helped you sit. You hissed as the healer cut away part of your armor, revealing the swollen, discolored skin along your side.

“You tore something,” the healer murmured. “Could’ve punctured a lung.”

You couldn’t meet Erik’s eyes.

Not until the healer left, the tent now quiet except for your shallow breaths and the low hum of insects beyond the fabric walls.

Then Erik crouched down, knees creaking slightly as he looked up at you.

“I heard what they said,” he said softly. “By the fire. Last night.”

You flinched.

Erik shook his head.

“They don’t know what you’ve done. What you risk. I do.” He leaned forward, letting his forehead rest gently against your uninjured shoulder. “You didn’t have to prove anything, not like this.”

You closed your eyes, trying not to cry.

Because his voice was shaking now too.

“I was so scared when I saw you limping in. You didn’t even look at me,” he whispered.

“I didn’t want you to worry,” you murmured.

“But I do, I—” he said, pulling back slightly, his hands trembling where they touched your knees. “I care about you. Of course I worry.”

The words rang louder than the forest ever had.

You stared at him, blinking back tears. “I thought if I could just… do something big. Like, slay a Mizutsune. Then they’d stop doubting me.”

“They don’t matter,” he said fiercely. “You matter. Your life matters.”

Silence fell again. Heavy. Safe.

And then, softly, he reached for your hand.

Not to guide. Not to scold.

Just to hold.

He helped you back to your tent, slow and careful. You expected him to leave after you laid down.

He didn’t.

Instead, he sat beside you, letting your head rest lightly on his lap, his fingers combing through your hair.

“You’re not alone,” he murmured. “And you don’t have to keep proving that you belong.”

You looked up at him—those freckles, that messy silver hair, those worried green eyes that never seemed to leave you.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

He smiled, small and tired and genuine.

“For everything,” you added, voice breaking a little.

Erik leaned down and pressed his forehead gently to yours.

“For you,” he whispered back.

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#133 "I know it hurts, but you have to let me take a look." x #126 "Please don't leave me. I love you." for ErikXHunter? Bonus if it goes the unexpected with Hunter! being the one hurt.

YES Hope you enjoy!

#126 "Please don't leave me. I love you."

#133 "I know it hurts, but you have to let me take a look."

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When The Golden Plains Turn Red

You go off alone, brimming with confidence, to hunt down a Seregios. Things take a turn for the worst and, as if someone had answered a silent prayer, Erik comes to your rescue.

The Windward Plains were golden that afternoon, bathed in soft amber light and whispering breezes that combed through the tall grasses like fingers over silk. Somewhere in the distance, a thunderstorm brewed—deep rumbles echoing behind the far cliffs, but the skies above were stubbornly blue.

You'd been tracking the Seregios for hours. The apex predator of this stretch of the plains had already wounded two researchers and driven off a full team of hunters. You volunteered to finish the job—not out of pride, but necessity. But, hey, your recent hunting record did fill you with some confidence. It needed to be driven away from the plains in order to restore some balance and keep people safe, and you were one of the few hunters familiar with its patterns. You’d even studied its behavioral responses with Erik the week before.

Erik.

Your chest gave a little twist thinking about him—in a good way—those bright green eyes filled with wonder every time he saw a new specimen, the way he ran ahead of the group when something caught his attention. He had the impulsiveness of a hatchling and the mind of a puppy wanting to please, and somewhere between your missions and late-night cataloging sessions, he’d gotten under your skin.

Literally, sometimes. You still had the bug bite scar from that one “harmless” insect specimen.

You smiled, just briefly, before everything went horribly wrong.

The Seregios struck like a thunderclap. You hadn’t heard it come up behind you—its scales glinting with sunlight, slicing through the tall sky like razors. You turned just in time to block one talon with your weapon, but the second came down like a hammer.

A searing line tore through your side.

You hit the ground hard, sliding into the base of a rock outcropping, disoriented and gasping. Blood already soaked through your armor. The pain burned, hot and sharp, like the Seregios had left fire instead of claws.

You tried to push up. Couldn't.

You could hear the raptor-like screeching of the flying wyvern as it tried to ponder where you went. Thankfully, your body landed and tumbled into a place it could not reach. Eventually, you could hear its wingbeats as it took off.

Everything blurred.

You woke to a voice. Shouting, maybe? Then hands—warm ones—pressing down on your side.

“Stay with me. Hey—hey! You’re gonna be okay.”

Erik.

You blinked through your lashes and saw his face hovering over yours. Dirt on his cheeks, hair wild from the wind. His hands were red.

“I—” Your throat felt dry. “Did it… leave?”

“It retreated,” he said, and despite the panic in his voice, you caught the edge of disbelief. “You scared it off. Gods above, what were you thinking? Why didn’t you call for help?”

You tried to answer, but the world tilted. A groan escaped your throat.

Erik’s hands hovered. “I know it hurts,” he murmured, his voice breaking. “But you have to let me take a look.”

You grit your teeth and gave a shaky nod. "Do it."

With care that belied his trembling fingers, Erik peeled away the outer layer of your armor, hissing softly as he revealed the extent of the wound. Claw marks raked across your ribs, torn through to muscle, bleeding sluggishly but deeply.

“This is bad,” he whispered. “We need to clean it. You're lucky it didn’t puncture a lung.”

He dug through his satchel for medical supplies, muttering to himself as he prepared a salve. “Why do you always do this? Running ahead. Taking risks. You think it makes you brave, but all I see is someone who doesn’t think they’re worth being protected.”

The audacity of this man to lecture you with the same things that get him into trouble. But you understood why.

You blinked up at him. “Erik…”

“No. Don’t talk right now.” He bit the inside of his cheek and uncorked a vial, warning you just in time: “This is going to sting.”

It did. You bit down on your knuckle, trying not to scream as he pressed the antiseptic-soaked cloth against your side. He worked quickly—focused—but his hands trembled, and tears shimmered in his lashes.

“Why do you care this much?” you whispered, breathless.

He paused. His eyes locked onto yours.

Then he said, softly, like a prayer he didn’t know he was saying out loud:

“Because I love you.”

You blinked.

Erik’s expression crumpled. “I didn’t mean—that is, I did—I just—” He looked down at his blood-stained hands. “Please don’t leave me. I love you.”

The wind shifted, stirring the grass like waves. You could hear your heart pounding louder than the thunder behind the cliffs. But there was also a sense of ease.

You reached up—your hand shaking—and cupped his cheek. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His shoulders sagged with a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Carefully, gently, Erik leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I should’ve been with you. I should’ve known.”

“You are here now,” you said, brushing a thumb along his jaw.

Later, after he finished binding your side and the pain dulled to something almost tolerable, Erik helped you into a tent that was rigged at the base of a rocky alcove. He wrapped his arms around you beneath a blanket, careful not to jostle your ribs, and tucked your head against his shoulder.

“You’re going to need a few days off,” he said softly. “No arguing.”

“I could still write reports,” you offered.

“No. You're going to lie down and let me fuss over you. End of discussion.”

You chuckled weakly, and he smiled into your hair.

Silence settled between you—warm, safe. The kind of silence that only happens when words are no longer needed.

Outside, the wind howled, and monsters roared in the distance.

But inside that tent, Erik held you like a lifeline, and you finally let yourself rest.

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You know, I don't need to explain myself anymore. I love Erik. You love Erik. We all love Erik. End of story. Except this one, which is just beginning.

Apparently, Erik Has Game

A moment of intimacy in the Scarlet Forest gets ruined when the team hears of it.

The Scarlet Forest was quieter than usual.

Dusky green leaves swayed above like slow-moving waves, filtering the afternoon light into warm honey-gold rays. A low mist clung to the undergrowth, and somewhere far off, the mournful cry of a Rathian echoed into silence. The trees whispered, the wind carried a stillness, and for once—it wasn’t hostile. It was... peaceful.

You and Erik were alone.

Well, mostly.

The rest of the team had returned to the Scarlet Forest base camp after a long and grueling hunt in the Oilwell Basin. There had been rumors of new monster behavior near there, but no signs of nests or aggression. A rare window of quiet. Alma had insisted you two take a break and catalog the endemic life colonies near the glade in the forest. “Scientific,” she’d said. “Low-risk. Calm.”

You’d exchanged a long look with Erik the moment she said calm.

And now here you were, boots crunching gently over mossy stones and ferns as you followed a bubbling stream deeper into the forest. Erik was just ahead, half-bent over a cluster of bioluminescent mushrooms.

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched him. His silver hair caught the dappled light like starlight, and the freckles across his cheeks were more pronounced in the sun. His field notebook was already out, balanced on one knee, and he was whispering to himself with that same passion he always did when he found something fascinating.

You didn’t interrupt. You didn’t have to.

He looked up a moment later and grinned.

“I think we’re near a water source. Maybe a stream that feeds this area,” he said. “And look—these mushrooms only bloom this bright near high humidity. We must be getting close to a waterfall.”

Your eyes lit up. “You think we’ll find it?”

“Only one way to know,” he said, tucking the notebook away and offering you his hand.

You took it, your fingers warm in his, and together you followed the sound of rushing water.

The waterfall wasn’t massive—it spilled over a tall curtain of stone, hidden behind a veil of vines and thick canopies. But it was beautiful. It was a place where you'd expect to find an elusive Mizutsune. Thankfully, there was no monsters present.

The stream frothed below into a crystal pool, ringed in moss and pale stones. Fireflies flitted through the mist like golden stars caught in slow motion, dancing in and out of the silver spray.

But what caught your attention most was the shallow cave behind the falls.

“It’s a hidden cave,�� Erik whispered, eyes wide. “It’s... perfect.”

You squeezed his hand. “Let’s go in.”

Inside, the stone cavern curved inward like a natural cathedral. Water dripped steadily from overhead, echoing gently, and the fireflies danced even here, casting little golden glimmers over the rock. There was soft moss to sit on, a view of the falls just beyond, and—for once—no bugs, no monsters, and no one else.

Just the two of you.

Erik sat down and exhaled deeply, pushing back his hair. “We should mark this on the map. Maybe we can turn it into a secondary base for study.”

You knelt beside him. “Or maybe we don’t tell anyone and keep it as our secret.”

That caught his attention. He looked over at you, something playful flickering in his green eyes. “Is that so?”

“Mhm.” You leaned in slightly. “I think we deserve one little secret, don’t you?”

Erik reached up, cupping your cheek in his hand. His thumb brushed over your skin, soft and deliberate. “I think,” he murmured, “this is the best thing I’ve discovered all week.”

Then his lips were on yours.

The kiss was slow, sweet at first—an exploration more than a hunger. He kissed like he studied: carefully, fully present, deeply focused on every small detail. The way your breath hitched. The way your hands slid into his hair. The way your knee nudged closer to his until your thighs touched.

You broke the kiss only for air, but Erik didn’t move far. He pressed his forehead against yours, still breathing fast. He nuzzled his nose against yours.

“I missed you,” he whispered.

“We saw each other this morning.”

“I know. I missed you anyway.”

That made you laugh softly, and then your lips met again, this time more urgent. More needing. His hands ran along your back, pulling you closer. Yours slid under his collar, fingertips tracing the line of his neck, his jaw, the curve of his shoulder. Every touch felt like a spark in this darkened hideaway.

You didn’t know how long you stayed there. Time blurred with the sound of rushing water and the flicker of fireflies. Erik kissed you like he never wanted to stop, and you were more than willing to get lost in that feeling.

Somewhere between kisses, your forehead fell against his shoulder, your fingers resting on his chest, his arms holding you like you were something fragile he was afraid to lose.

“I could stay here with you forever,” he murmured, voice low.

You smiled against his shirt. “We’d probably starve.”

He chuckled. “Then I’ll build a fire.”

“I've seen you burn meat.”

He tilted your chin up again, that teasing glint in his eye. “Then you’ll keep me alive. Deal?”

“Deal.”

What you didn’t realize—what neither of you saw—was the small pair of feline eyes peeking from behind the curtain of vines.

Your Palico, P/N, had trailed after you both, intent on “keeping watch” in case a Lala Barina tried anything funny (we didn't need that again). What they witnessed instead had them frozen, tail twitching with glee, their little jaw dropping in disbelief.

They didn’t make a sound.

Not then.

No, they saved the moment for later.

That evening at camp, Erik was back to scribbling in his notes, a flush still stubbornly on his cheeks. You were trying very hard not to smile whenever he looked your way.

Then P/N cleared their throat.

Very loudly.

The entire crew—Alma, Olivia, Werner, Gemma—turned toward the Palico as they dramatically planted their paws on the table.

“Well, somebody had a steamy waterfall date today,” they declared, their voice full of smug satisfaction.

Your entire body froze.

Erik looked up, blinking. “What...?”

P/N grinned, tail curling. “A lot of kissing. A lot of moaning. Fireflies. Pretty cave. Oh, and Erik and Y/N were totally getting it on!”

Erik turned a shade of red you didn’t think was humanly possible.

Alma nearly dropped her field notebook. Olivia choked on her rations. Gemma calmly nodded and muttered, “Knew it.” And Werner looked like he just saw the secrets of the universe.

You groaned and buried your face in your hands.

“P/N,” you said through your fingers, “I am going to reassign you to Dung Collection duty for a month.”

They winked. “Worth it.”

That’s when Werner—ever blunt, ever tragically awkward—cleared his throat.

“I’m just gonna say it,” he began, already visibly regretting his own words. “The most terrifying thing about all of this...is that it's Erik.”

You all turned to look at him.

He looked you square in the eye, then flicked a glance at Erik, then back to you.

The room froze.

Werner frowned. “I just… I’ve tried. I’ve really tried. But I cannot picture sweet, nerdy, field-journal-cuddling, pollen-dusted Erik—ravishing someone. Like, passionately. Intentionally.”

Erik let out a noise somewhere between a sputter and a dying bird.

Olivia burst into laughter, leaning on the table to stay upright. “Werner!”

“I’m serious!” Werner insisted, clearly disturbed by his own imagination. “He blushes if someone says ‘mating behavior’ in a field report. I just assumed he was a deeply confused virgin.”

Alma turned away, covering her face with her notes as laughter began to ripple around the room.

“I take detailed notes!” Erik snapped, ears turning crimson. “I’m a biologist!”

“Yeah,” Gemma wheezed, wiping tears from her eyes. “Well apparently your field studies include hands-on research now.”

Your own laughter cracked through you like a sunbeam through clouds, suddenly feeling less irritated at your Palico's betrayal. You buried your face in Erik’s arm as your shoulders shook, both horrified and delighted by the absolute absurdity of the moment.

“Is this how it’s going to be now?” Erik groaned.

“Oh,” Alma said dryly, finally looking up, “you’re never living this down.”

Later that night, Erik sat beside you outside the tents, face still flushed. He reached for your hand and laced his fingers with yours.

“I regret nothing,” he whispered.

You smiled. “Me neither.”

But then you looked toward the tent where your Palico was very smugly humming to themselves.

“Except maybe not checking behind the waterfall.”

Erik chuckled. “Next time, we scan for furballs first.”

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Photo Drop!

Hi, I feel the need to share some of my experiences from Monster Hunter Wilds as I've seen some other people do it. I like to make stories, but I'm just as invested in gameplay. A lot of these totally don't include Erik.

Hi Rove. Again?

Erik in a scarf. Why is he so adorable?

My chicken is cold.

Erik is starting to regret coming with me.

Never mind, he's having fun.

And now he's shy.

I think I interrupted something.

I interrupted something.

Screw you.

Friends by the fire.

Ima just leave this one here.

Thank you for viewing my exploits.

[nargacuga-tamer8000]

Hunter and Erik are out exploring together, then getting surprise attacked by one of the dlc monsters/something they have never encountered before... They aren't prepared -> Hunter gets injured/breaking their leg and arm... they have to hide together- cue bonding, being forced to sort of confront their own feelings about one another.. but also sorta worry that the other might already be interested in someone else.

Hope you enjoy! I have an idea from a reality I want to come true XD BTW, I think Erik's curiosity and love for monsters would clash terribly with Rajang's fury

I hope people like it, I feel like I kept straying from the relationship between the reader and Erik, so I hope it's good!

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A Hunter's Bane: Destruction Incarnate

While exploring the Ruins of Wyveria, you and Erik encounter a formidable beast that almost, literally, rips you apart. But sometimes the feelings of the heart can be more terrifying than any monster.

The air in the Ruins of Wyveria hung heavy with ancient dust and the distant rumble of shifting stones. Moss and vines weaved through the area. Your Palico wasn't feeling well, and Erik convinced you that this small exploration would not require Seikrets, so it was just the two of you. You and Erik stepped cautiously through fractured archways, bioluminescent creatures twitching in your wake. Erik’s eyes glittered with excitement—his biologist’s curiosity thrilled him in this forsaken place.

Something that always concerned you greatly. You kept a firm eye on him as much as you could as you would hate to lose such a sweet and precious soul like his. Especially at the hands of a monster.

But as you watched him bound along and excitedly talk about fungi, you felt your heart ache. You were just a hunter, who didn't always understand what he was talking about. While you found him alluring, you weren't sure—

Suddenly, he froze. You froze.

In the distance, before you guys, slithered out a massive Xu Wu from the cracks, the notorious “Piercing Assassin,” its gnarled, green-black skin and golden-veined tentacles illuminated by bluish underside. The creature’s eyeless head—a fungus-like crown—swiveled as if sensing your presence.

"Get back." You already ordered, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him gently. This was his first time seeing the cephalopod, and you didn't want him to get overexcited.

Erik whispered, voice trembling: “It hunts Guardians… but this one looks… agitated.” His heart hammered. You both glanced upward, spotting a Guardian Seikret—a corrupted construct that resembled your beloved mount—writhing in the shadows. The Xu Wu advanced, tentacles glinting razor-sharp as its prey slowly withered away.

However, despite Xu Wu's predatory nature, something seems to have shaken it up. It kept swiveling its head around, as if it was worried about being stalked.

Then from on top of one of the cliffs, a low guttural roar shook the ruins.

A Rajang, muscle-bound and coated in wild gold fur, barreled into view with thunderous force. Its massive frame slammed through broken stone as it charged the Xu Wu. Teeth barred, electricity crackling, and arms outstretched, it challenged the Ruin's apex predator for the title. Tentacles lunged at it, but Rajang was able to bob and weave before landing some blows of its own.

Erik’s face went pale, lips parting: “A Rajang… here? In the Forbidden Lands?” Awe and terror warred in his voice. Rajang were apex-level, notoriously savage, and you knew many a hunter who have been fatally injured by its brute strength and aggression.

"We need to leave." This time you shoved him behind you. He protested a bit, clearly wanting a better look at the brutal fanged beast.

But this was no time for notes.

You readied your weapon—but in an instant, Rajang leapt over Xu Wu. It slammed its fists into the cephalopod. The battle erupted: Rajang’s roar echoed, Xu Wu hissed and stabbed with its mucus blades, the clash of primal power against cunning ambush. Xu Wu, still a powerful monster, seemed to wince and relent as if its body got crushed beyond repair. Rajang snorted and pounded its fists into the ground as a sign of primal strength. As Xu Wu retreated for the cracks in the Ruin's walls, Rajang's red eyes landed on you. And Erik, who was previously fascinated by the ape's appearance and ferocity, seemed to come to his senses as he realized the two of you were about to be added to the list of living things it was going to destroy.

Erik reached for you, voice cracking, “We need to run—NOW!”

"No! I got this!" You retaliated, pushing him out of harm's way.

Spoiler...you do not got this.

You braced yourself, trying to stand fast and protect him. The Rajang lunged at you and while trying to dodge, it was able to grab you by your leg—impact exploded through you, and you felt as if your entire leg shattered. Bone snapped. Black spots flashed before your eyes, and you could hear Erik scream something. The monster snarled, shaking you around a bit before throwing you. You stumbled, trying to catch yourself, then crashed. Pain flared; your arm bent unnaturally.

Erik was at your side in a heartbeat, eyes wild. “No—no no no!” He crouched by you and through your pain, you swore you saw tears in his green eyes. But the Rajang, its gaze now fixed on fresh blood, roared in triumph.

But while you were broken, you were still more worried about what could happen to Erik, who was defenseless now.

In that brutal moment, a distant screech sliced through the chaos: a deep, majestic shriek that halted even the Rajang mid-charge. A Guardian Rathalos, its wings aflame with ancient guardian energy, descended into the fray—drawn by the violence echoing through the Ruins of Wyveria.

The Rajang snarled, pivoting toward this new rival. It chased the Guardian Rathalos with defiance, granting you a fragile reprieve.

Erik scooped you up, surprising you with how strong he actually was. Each breath you took burned with pain. He carried you through collapsing corridors, ducking serpentine roots, and leaping over rubble. Finally, he slid you into a rocky alcove hidden from roaming monsters.

Silence fell—only your ragged breaths and the faint, distant battle cries echoed. Rajang's familiar roar along with the cries of a Rathalos.

Erik cleared debris, his hand trembling as he checked your injuries. “Your leg… broken. Arm… fractured.” His face was drenched in concern. Masked by horror, his voice wavered, “I—I thought I’d lose you in there.”

You squeezed his hand. “You carried me. You saved me. You must be incredibly strong.”

He ducked his head, a flush of vulnerability crossing his cheeks (and his ears turned red at your compliment). “Of course—of course I would.”

You realized then how close you were, his shoulder brushing yours within that cold stone alcove. Your shared heartbeat warmed the dark space around you.

Erik took a sharp breath and whispered, “I’ve… never felt like this before. Seeing you hurt…it—”

You rested your head on his shoulder. “I was scared,” you admitted softly. “Not for me… for you.”

He swallowed. “I—I’ve always admired the other hunters' confidence, Werner’s skill… I thought maybe you were drawn to—”

Your heart clenched. So, all this time he figured you didn't notice him. But you actually felt the same way. “I’ve seen the way you light up exploring flora… your passion. I—I thought maybe you liked one of the researchers. Or Olivia...with the way you two bicker sometimes."

He quickly shook his head as if the very thought of what you said. Heat crept into the cold cavern as you locked eyes. No more excuses, no more hidden doubts.

His breath hitched. “I… care about you. More than I let myself believe. I was afraid you’d…”

“You and I are different; however, I think we complete each other. After all, you need someone to protect you,” you teased through the pain, “but I think I’m falling for you.”

His grin was tender, broken by relief. He leaned forward until your foreheads touched. “Me too.”

The chiming echoes of the Guardian Rathalos’s fight drifted closer; jagged beams of moonlight through cracks painted shadows across your entwined forms. In the hush, each found warmth amid fear.

Erik’s voice was a hushed vow: “When we’re back, I’ll…patch you up properly. And then…we’ll explore together. Just you and me.”

Your fingers tightened around his. “Together.”

In the Ruins of Wyveria, battered by monsters and shadows, the two of you found something more enduring than any ancient power—each other.

...

"But we should probably mention the Rajang before leaving this place."

"Agreed."

...

"Do you think you could—"

"No Erik...I may like you a lot, but I'm not capturing it."

"Aww."

[nargacuga-tamer8000]

Werner Stories

Forged Feelings

[nargacuga-tamer8000]

Y'sai Stories

Between the Chimes

[nargacuga-tamer8000]

WHY HAD I NOT THOUGHT OF THIS? Why have I not done the "it's cold and we need to cuddle for warmth" trope yet? So, here it is. It was done with my hunter OC in mind, and she has an older brother, but I have changed my Palico's name, Shivers, to P/N (Palico's Name) to be more inclusive of other readers because I understand not everyone's hunter OC has an older brother XD but in this story, you do. This is sort of a continuation from my last story Field Notes on Affection: Data Collection, but not a direct sequel. Anyway, enjoy freezing with Erik in the Iceshard Cliffs.

Sub-Zero Cuddle Protocols

Erik has requested that you and he go off alone to explore and do field research in the Iceshard Cliffs. However, a freak blizzard interrupts your expedition and having forgot your hot drinks, you must do what you can to keep warm.

The snowstorm rolled in fast.

One second, the sky was crisp and clear. The next, wind and sleet came howling down from the cliffs like an enraged Legiana, blinding and sharp.

You barely made it to the narrow alcove in time, stumbling through the powder with Erik right behind you, both of you shielding your faces from the sudden onslaught.

He scanned the cliffs as you ducked into the shelter of jagged stone. “Visibility’s dropped below 30 meters. And the temperature is decreasing rapidly. We’ll have to wait it out.”

You huffed, stamping your feet to shake off snow. “Well. That escalated quickly.”

Erik crouched and tugged off his pack. “Fortunately,” he said, triumphantly pulling out a canister, “I brought a hot drink.”

You beamed. “Oh thank the ancestors, I totally forgot mine—”

You paused. He paused.

“…You brought one?” you asked slowly.

He blinked. “I thought you brought yours.”

You groaned, flopping dramatically against the alcove wall. “Why would you think I brought mine? You were the one who planned this trip!”

“I didn’t factor in user error,” he muttered, and took a long sip of the hot drink before handing it over. “We can share.”

You took it, grateful for the warmth, though your fingers were already going numb beneath your gloves. “This is just like the Barioth mission.”

Erik glanced at you, curious. “The what?”

You took another sip and smiled faintly. “My brother and I got snowed in years ago during a hunt up near Hoarfrost Reach. We were tracking a Barioth that wouldn’t stop launching snowballs at us—literally. He got hit, rolled halfway down a cliff, and we lost our entire hot drink stash.”

Erik blinked. “You’re joking.”

“Nope.” You grinned. “We had to hide in a cave for hours until the storm passed. No hot drinks. Frozen socks. I cried so much.”

Erik leaned in slightly. “What did you do?”

You looked up at him and said, without a trace of embarrassment, “He held me.”

“…Held you?”

“Like, hugged me. Sat with me wrapped in both our cloaks, arms around me, all that. Shared warmth. Saved my life, probably.”

Erik’s expression shifted—eyes flicking downward like he was thinking very hard. “Cuddling for survival…”

You gave him a teasing look. “Why? You gonna offer?”

He hesitated—very Erik-like—then quietly cleared his throat. “Well… I’m not your brother. But I don’t want you to lose fingers.”

You laughed. “Wow, what a romantic offer.”

But you were already scooting closer.

Erik froze for a second as you leaned into him, your side pressing against his. His coat smelled like pine and field herbs, and he was very, very warm. He carefully draped an arm around your shoulders like he was performing surgery. Rigid at first. Then a little more relaxed.

“Is this okay?” he asked, voice soft, unsure.

You nodded. “Yeah. You’re good.”

A pause.

Then: “You’re… shivering.”

You tried to wave it off, but Erik frowned, scooted closer, and wrapped his other arm around you too—hugging you like someone trying to follow written instructions.

“This is inefficient,” he muttered. “You should be closer. For proper heat transfer.”

You blinked. “Erik. Are you trying to science your way into spooning me?”

He went pink immediately. “It’s not spooning. It’s a tactical response to shared cold stress.”

You snorted, muffling a laugh in your scarf. “Okay, Dr. Warmth.”

You shifted until you were between his legs, back against his chest, and he hesitantly wrapped his arms around your middle.

“I can hear your heart,” you said quietly.

“That’s not unusual,” he replied. “The proximity amplifies auditory—”

“No, I mean—” you tilted your head slightly toward his shoulder— “I like it.”

He went still.

And then, slowly… softly… you felt him press the gentlest kiss to the crown of your head.

You didn’t speak. You just leaned in.

The storm outside howled.

Inside the alcove, it was quiet. Still. Warm.

…Until it wasn’t.

A sudden snuffling sound echoed from the cliffside, and you both worried a monster seeking shelter had found your hiding spot. You guys weren't too far off.

You and Erik both sat up as P/N clambered into view, snow stuck to their fur, their little arms flailing dramatically.

“MAAAAAHHH!” they wailed, tail puffed out. “COLD!”

“Oh no—P/N, no—”

But it was too late.

They launched themselves into your lap like a furry missile. And directly after them came two Seikrets—Erik’s and yours—shuffling sideways like icy sausages, heads tucked, squeezing in with squeaky urgency.

The alcove wasn’t big. Not big at all.

“Ah—nononono—” Erik tried to scoot, but a Seikret flopped right across his legs. P/N curled into your coat and refused to move. The other Seikret somehow wedged its head beneath your thigh and let out a slow, happy chirrup.

“…This is not optimal,” Erik said, muffled and pinned beneath one tail and a layer of Seikret fluff.

You wheezed. “This is our life now.”

You were twisted sideways, half in Erik’s lap, one Seikret smooshed against your back, and your Palico snoring happily on your chest. The storm still raged outside—but in the little alcove, filled with warmth, ridiculousness, and the chaotic creatures you both loved, everything felt… good.

“I was trying to have a quiet, meaningful moment,” Erik said into your shoulder.

“You still are,” you giggled. “It’s just more crowded than you planned.”

He sighed, defeated. “I’ll adjust the field notes.”

Later, the blizzard outside finally began to ease, turning the howling storm into a steady, gentle snow.

Inside the cramped alcove, however, the scene was far from quiet.

You and Erik lay tangled in a fuzzy, warm heap with the two Seikrets and a Felyne—who, after a few minutes of determined coaxing, finally allowed himself to be gently lifted onto your Seikret’s back. Their small purrs vibrating softly against your thigh felt like a balm on a cold night.

Erik sighed—a long, slow breath that sounded like relief.

“Finally, some spatial optimization,” he murmured, carefully sliding one arm beneath your shoulders, the other resting lightly over your waist, his fingers grazing the soft fabric of your cloak.

You shifted, leaning back into his chest, your breath slow and steady now.

He swallowed, voice barely above a whisper. “I… I didn’t realize how much I needed this. Holding you. Being close. It’s… grounding.”

You glanced back at him, surprised by the quiet vulnerability in his green eyes.

“I think,” he continued, “I’ve been touch starved longer than I thought. Not just physically… but emotionally.”

Your heart clenched at the admission.

He nuzzled gently at your neck, his breath warm against your skin, sending an unexpected shiver through you—not from cold, but from the closeness itself.

“Is this okay?” he asked softly.

You smiled, tilting your head so he could press a feather-light kiss just below your ear.

“More than okay,” you breathed.

Erik closed his eyes, savoring the moment.

With a shy chuckle, he added, “I’m afraid I might never want to let go.”

You chuckled too, the sound muffled against his chest.

A few moments of silence stretched, punctuated only by the soft rustling of fabric and the Seikrets’ occasional happy chirps.

Then Erik shifted slightly, his fingers tracing idle patterns along your side.

“Do you… mind if I kiss your cheek?” he asked, voice hesitant but hopeful. It was cute; the shyness in his voice as if he were a boy ten years younger.

You turned your head just enough to expose one cheek.

He pressed a gentle, tentative kiss there, lingering longer than necessary.

“I think,” he whispered, “this might be the start of many.”

You laughed softly, heart swelling with warmth that had nothing to do with the storm outside.

“You’re such a dork,” you said fondly.

He grinned, cheek pressed to yours which sent more warmth your way. “Scientifically, it’s an effective bonding behavior.”

You nestled closer, sighing contentedly.

“Erik,” you murmured, “thank you. For this. For trying. For… everything.”

He tightened his arms around you just a little.

“I’m still learning,” he admitted, voice low and sincere. “But I want to keep learning. With you.”

The snow outside eased under pale moonlight, turning into something beautiful, but inside your alcove, under the quiet canopy of shared warmth, something new bloomed—a promise, fragile but fierce.

And as Erik’s soft kisses moved from your cheek to your temple, you knew one thing for sure:

This was only the beginning.