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(DST Fanfic) Wes x Reader + Reader x Charlie

QUICK WARNING BEFORE YOU READ THE FANFIC I GOTTA CLEAR SOME THINGS UP HERE a headcannon of mine is that Wes has a LOT of scars, these scars are mostly from before the constant so don't work the same way as the ones you'd get from the constant- however with how weak Wes is this means he has even MORE scars even tho scars normally fad or at least are less noticeable around 1 to 2 years in the constant my brain for some reason translated this to (Trigger warning) 'Self harm' which is NOT WHAT I MEANT IT TO MEAN I REPEAT WES DIDN'T HURT HIMSELF the reason he seems so sheepish or worried about the scars in the story is because he himself is a bit ashamed of them because most weren't from the constant (BUT AREN'T MEANT TO BE SELF HARM SCARS) the only real 'Wes has hurt himself' was and is Wes making a Telltale heart that INGAME needs 40 hp and my brain translated that into 'needs blood'- THAT'S IT if for whatever reason to comfort your own brain more (cause these fanfics are meant for comfort) you want some to be self harm scars go a head I won't stop you, However just don't make it into a fetish type of thing for the love of god I will not stand for that if you want me to write another Wes x Reader fanfic but in a different style I can but this just happens to be the one I wrote out if you also want a Charlie x Reader fan fic without Wes just tell me that as well, I'll gladly write that at some point for anybody who asks Also sorry if you find weird text in the story like " (Edited) " or whatever I wrote this on discord and copied and pasted it Now moving onwards, Enjoy the story! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Your feet more quickly- the full moons light bleeding into the ground around you as strong howls echoed from the trees

You didn't think you'd spend your full moon in the pig village, you had hoped you'd be safely tucked into the silk blankets of your grass bed then being cased by a pack of hungry and feral werepigs

a sharp yelp left your lips as your foot snatched on the root of a tree- tripping you over onto your own face as the werepigs gain ground

watching blurry shapes flicker across your vision- you were soon meet with a sharp pain digging into your right shoulder that felt like hound teeth

sharpen claws ripped at your shirt, a muffed scream bleeding into the dirt as pools of crimson red soaked the grass

. . .

a sharp intake of air filled your lungs- your brain beat against your skull while your heart's beat was slow at best, only quickening as the faint and dizzy memory's flooded back in

your hand grasped at your chest- feeling the soft silk singlet hanging on your shoulders

a large bite mark was across your shoulder, followed by countless claw marks and other bites that had faded into scars- while these weren't your first scars from the constant, they were more painful to get then all the others- it had been a long while sense something was able to kill you

your eyes drifted to the place around you- sat in your own tent, countless medical tools the constant was able to make were all around you, something took you off guard however

a thin man sat off to the side, spinning a silk baggage around the palm of his hand- a bloody knife beside his leg as a open bag filled with grass was tossed into the corner

" Wes? . . . "

Your voice shook, it sounded dry and dead- the mimes head slowly picked up from the blood stained silk bandage, shifting to face you- the mimes soft smile was kept on his lips while streaks of black eyeliner dripped from his red eyes and mixed with the red of his cheeks

he gave you a soft wave with his other hand

" . . . what did you do to your hand? "

Wes's head lowered, he put his hand behind his back and gave a sheepish smile

Normally survivor's would use some of their life force to make telltale hearts- however given Wes's weakness they had banned him from ever doing it along with Maxwell and any of the children for safety reasons

However given the tear streaked make-up and shaking hands it seemed Wes didn't listen to the rules- even you knew it was a bad idea for him to do something like this

the only times the rules could be broken is if no other survivor could do it- even then, Wes was the last one to be picked to 'break' these rules, sense even the children seemed stronger then this frail man

the children had the sense to stop Wes, and yet-

He did it anyway

maybe because he wanted to repay you for the countless times you had to make him telltale hearts or the many, many other times the rest of the survivors had to do the same for him

whatever the reason, the blood staining his glove-less palm was proof he did it even with how weak is he

" Wes! why would you do that! "

you hissed, the anger dripped from your lips while worry slipped out from your breath

" the other survivors could have just done it instead! o-or you could have made a life amulet! just not this! "

his head lowered- he looked rather sheepish, he did anytime somebody outed him for doing something stupid, He knew they were only worried about him- but it felt like he hated being this helpless and useless towards the rest of the survivors and You

Even Maxwell had more use then Wes did, with his dark magic and strong mind he could at least defend himself- Wes could hardly do that without coming back half dead

you forced your tired and weak body to shuffle forwards, grabbed his arm you took his hand into yours- looking over the poorly done bandage job

" Ack, did you even clean the wound?- or the knife? "

your eyes flicked to the old knife on the ground, the answer was probably No

you slowly undid the bandages, he tried to jerk his hand out from your grasp- but you held tightly onto his wrist

looking over his palm- you couldn't count the amount of scars across just his palm alone

normally what a glove would cover- you knew Wes would have more scars then other survivors but some of these seemed like they should have faded by now

most survivors had a great handful of scars whenever they would come back to life- but after a season or two they'd fad away- soon making room for more scars

Maxwell's scars took longer the fad given how weak he was- but they'd even fad after a year in the constant, scars were weird here but the amount Wes had seemed insane

" . . . Wes "

his eyes meet yours, he looked uncomfortable

" How long have you had these for? "

his lips trembled, he wanted to speak- he always did, but not a noise left him- he shakily head up 3 fingers

" 3 Weeks? "

he shook his head, No

" 3 Months? "

he shook his head again, No

" 3 Years? "

he gave a slow and rather unsure nod

while some scars would remain even after years on the other survivors- this was insane, You even had a few stubborn ones that wouldn't go away that you had gotten while being heavily weaken but Wes had far to many

Your hand slowly slipped up to his face, rubbing some of the tear streaked make-up off his face you noticed more on his cheek

" oh . . . "

your eyes flicked to the slip in his right eye brow- Probably caused by another scar he covered with his make-up

looking him up and down, even while both you were still sitting, it looked like Wes was ready to flop over- to pass out on the ground again

while the other survivors would show pride over the few ever lasting scars they had- Wes had kept them hidden under his cloths and make-up

no wonder he always kept his face and neck painted up- his white gloves on his hands and long black sleeves under his mime shirt

never breaking character either or so everybody had thought

no matter what happened to him- he never screamed, at least- his scream or voice was never heard, even when bringing him back from the dead- not even his grasp made a noise

not the pain of tending to his wounds- None of it

his eyes flicked off to the side- tears welling up shortly after as his wrist slide from your hand after a new bandage was added to his palm

your arms went to your sides- eyes fixed to his as he tried wiping his tears away, his make-up even more of a mess then it was just a moment ago

your body moved without your brain telling it to

your arms wrapped across his back while his chest slammed into yours- your head sat on his shoulder as he almost jumped, you could feel him trembling all over

your hand slowly went to the back of his head, making his head rest onto your own shoulder as you made a soft 'shh' noise

" We all have scars, different amounts and different kinds- you don't have to be ashamed of your scars just as I don't have to be ashamed of mine, You taught me that- remember? "

you could feel his tears beginning to stain your singlet

the first time you had to be dragged back to the land of the living was once a nightmare to you- now just another memory in the countless other ones you'd gotten from this realm

You had been mauled by a pack of hounds after a frog rain, the wave of hounds catching everybody off guard and taking your life with it

when you woke up you were a mess of tears and fear- the large bite mark across your arm giving you painful memory's and reminders of what happened that day

the rest of the survivors weren't great with comfort- most felt unsure if they should help or let you get use to the feeling, however Wes was different

He sat with you inside your tent, blowing up balloons and making different animals out of them- along with doing other silly tricks and small things until a smile had crept over your lips

while you felt upset over your weakness and scars- he made the shame slip away

He had rolled up his sleeve, showing one of the newer scars he'd gotten from the same day- a hound had bit his arm from the wave, he held it beside your arm- You two had matched for a while

it made the scars seem less like a bad memory and more of a reminder at how strong you were, not something filled with shame or guilt- but something to prove you had some guts to you

something else that made it funny was when Wes ran out of your tent after showing you his matching scar, he came back shortly after- dragging Maxwell behind him

rolling up Maxwell's sleeve, another bite mark scar was on his arm as well- the two of you enjoyed taunting him over it all

[ . . . ]

it had been a few weeks, You and Wes were making your way back towards the camp site after filling your back-packs with grass, sticks and a few logs and berry bushes

it had meant to be a peaceful early winter thing to make Wes feel more useful to the rest of the survivors- while he couldn't do something like farm spiders or cut down countless forests- a bag full of grass and sticks was always welcome

However what you two weren't aware of was just how fast the thin blanket of snow would pile into hills of icey cold fluff- a storm had set in quicker then you had planned, with only two thermal stone's and the cloths clinging to your shaking bodies you both made a dash towards the way the camp was

your hand held Wes's wrist- almost making the poor mime trip over his own feet, it was clear you were far faster then he was

the snow grew thicker as the light began to dim, stopping in your tracks you fumbled with your bag- crafting together a torch you held it high as you grasp behind you for Wes's hand- finding nothing there you span around on your heels to see nobody behind you

your eyes flicked around until something cold grabbed your ankle- you almost screamed until your eyes meet Wes who was laying face first in the snow- his hand shakily grabbing your ankle (edited)

slipping to your knee you tried to help him up with one arm

even for his small size he was hard to help stand up- his lips trembled and shook like the rest of him, he was cold to the touch

" Nononononono- Wes come on!, w-we're almost there! "

your voice begged, hardly able to hold the now mostly limp mime upright- tears began to creep down your face, only to freeze in place shortly after

panic jerked up your spine as the mimes already weak grasp slowly faded again, his hands let go of your shirt- his arm slipping off your shoulder and down your back

his feet stopped trying to hold him up- just dragging behind him as you soon slipped over- fumbling into the snow your hands grabbed Wes by his shoulders, shaking him softly

the cold and lifeless look in Wes's eyes made your words catch in your throat- watching the weak steam flicker from his faintly open mouth, his last breath held in the air

you wanted to scream- to sob, to break down- to hold him up, it always hurt watching another survivor come to their fate but it felt different with Wes

more heart breaking- more painful, even with how many times it happened, it always hurt like the first time you watched it happen- and it would for the countless times after

as much as you wanted to take his cold body with him- you knew it wasn't a good idea, it would turn to ash and bone in a few minutes after his soul would leave his body behind- it always had

as annoying as it was to bring Wes back for the countless time again, you felt more bad for him then anything

you kept on your knees, quickly closing his eyes with your own hand- rubbing your face with your sleeve you lent forwards just a bit more towards him

" I'm sorry I couldn't save you, Again . . . "

Your words felt heavy as you gave a small kiss to his head- soon getting to your feet and taking off running- your torch held high up as you kept wiping tears from your now red eyes just to see a few feet in front of you

or at least to try to, the snow was to heavy to see that far in front of you as the night had sent in quicker then normal

the flames on your torch angry snapped and flickers in the cold air

" C-Come on, just a little longer- the-ey won't be able to make another telltale heart and Meat Effigy i-if they don't know Wes is dead again "

you hissed as the cold bite at your legs, your arms and your chest- it crept along your face as the faintly warm steam flickered out from your lips with every breath

shadows danced around in the falling snow- mocking your every step as eyes glued onto you from the darkness, a set of eyes you'd remember and recall to well

Charlie shuffled forwards- following you, just outside of your torch light

she always seemed to keep an eye on you- maybe it was because of how unlucky Wes was and the many times you had to go out into the dark just to find him dead

she knew you rather well- watched every step you'd make in the darkness, finding your acts of kindness to something as weak as Wes to be funny

hearing her laughter in the darkness, you span around- just for her sharp claw like finger to press into your lips

" Isn't it cute?, feeling sad over Wes's death again? this isn't the first time the cold has taken him- oh well, another telltale heart can just be made! "

she giggled, finding this whole mess to be funny- you frowned

" why's death always so funny to you? "

" Cause! how much of a big deal it is to you- yet it's so easy to come back from! "

" but what about the mental scars? the damage? "

" Aren't you all over that by now? "

you let out a short hiss, turning away from her you held your torch high- quickening up your steps as you could feel the cold biting at your lungs and it feeding into your blood

only for your foot to slip

your scream became muffed to the chilly air as you slipped into the shadows below your feet- in all your try to walk forwards, you had slipped into the open mouth of a cave

[ . . . ]

your eyes weakly opened- your body had hit the cold stone floor, rubbing your head you bring you body upright just to see the flame of your torch in front of you slowly die

you jerk forwards, forgetting the pain almost every part of you seems to feel as you try your luck with the dying flame- trying to give it some back some life to keep your own

but as a cold claw pressed into your shoulder the color drained from your face

" What's wrong? "

your swallowed down your words, eyes glued to the small dying flame

" Flame got your tongue? "

her head lowered- her lips curling into a grin beside your ear

" that poor little light won't keep you safe no more sweetheart "

she giggled- just as you fish something from your bag, placing the small dying flame into it- Charlie's eyes slowly widen as a short hiss sound came up from in front of you

BANG

a large ball of fire blew up in your face- a even louder screech echoed out as the place around you soon lit up in high flames- everywhere she turned, a new flame spat to life

it's flames hisses and licked at the air- she held her arms up with painful snarls echoed around the cave walls

you wiped the ash off your face, coughing as the smoke filled the inside of the cave- of all things to work, you didn't think a fist full of Gunpowered was going to do the trick

starting a large flame- all tho your face hurt and the rest of your body did as well, the bright flames kept away the darkness- it was Willows idea anyway

but something about Charlie didn't sit right- Normally she'd be gone by now but she looked trapped in the only small amount of darkness the flames couldn't get to- trapped in a small ring she couldn't leave

the flames crept closer to her, the bright light leaving faint burn marks across the coal skin along Charlie's arms- her loud screeches and hisses gave way to large amounts of panic and pain

a pain you'd recall all to well- the few times you were in the wrong place in the wrong time

fishing something from your bag you stepped forwards- Charlie let out a loud snarl

letting the bag slip from your fingers- you walked even closer

that almost feral and void look in her eyes would always look so scary in the dark, but the fear that mixed into the painful tears that hit the ground felt like to much just to take the chance to leave

with one fast movement- you swung something towards her, she held up her arms, waiting for some sharp pain of a weapon- only for a soft silk blanket to cover her head and shoulders

" To keep the light off "

you turned your back, picking back up your back-pack as you headed for the stairs

it was a mix of Maxwell's, Wilson's and your idea to craft such a odd blanket- lays and lays of different soft and comforting things to a point it would block out almost any light

while Maxwell had hoped to use it on Full moons to block out the moons light from touching him so he could keep his powers as strong as they would be on a normal night

there was something about the panicked look on Charlie's face that made you think she'd like it more then the selfish King

while open flames didn't worry you anymore, they scared the living hell out of Charlie

she was not use to things hurting her or people taking her off guard, But you and the other survivors had gotten braver- gotten smarter

the darkness seemed more like something annoying then a real big problem if you knew what you were doing- and after all this time in the constant, you surely knew what to do even if you did slip up from time to time.

As you heavily panted you made your way back to camp- your vision beginning to blur as Woodies head snapped up

" Goodness!, you look as pale as a birch tree- "

he carefully placed down his axe, quickly dashing towards you as your legs gave out under you- everything went fuzzy

[ . . . ]

waking up back into your tent, you heard Wilson and Woodie talking in the background as you slipped to your feet

" yah, just fold 'em stumbling to camp lookin' all pale "

" Sounds like they had a bad night, Probably cause b- "

Wilson paused, eyes looking you up and down

" Good morning "

he waved as you rubbed your eyes

" where's Wes? "

Wilson and Woodie looked at one another then back to you

" In his tent, the poor lad took a while to keep his soul in his new body "

" What do you mean? . . . "

" Erhhhh- "

" Woodie- What do you mean? "

" Go look for ye self "

he gave a sheepish look as you made your day towards Wes's tent- flinging the door open your eyes soon fell onto Wes's face

he was deadly pal, eyes closed- a life amulet around his neck and his shirt wasn't on him, the amount of scars could be called countless but that wasn't your worry

while most didn't take long to wake up, this had been to long

you slipped to your knee beside Wes, placing your hand to his neck- feeling the faint beating of a struggling heart trying to keep up with the rest of the body

your hand slowly moved to Wes's face, he wasn't wearing his make-up, He looked pitiful- Weak and helpless, even for him

your other hand slowly gripped Wes's limp hand, slipping your own fingers into his

" I'm here now, okay? . . . "

your voice dripped with worry as you felt Wes's hand slowly grasp yours- if you could even call it a 'grasp'

Soon, Wilson slipped into the tent dragging Maxwell behind him

" Go on, Say to them what you said to Me- Maxy "

Your head picked up- looking Maxwell up and down, he was holding his book

" What's going on? . . . "

" The Telltale hearts are beginning to not work, the one we gave Wes seems far to weak for his already broken body- a Meat Effigy only does so much "

Wilson butted in

" while the Meat Effigy makes the body, without a heart that would bound to a soul to it- it's just another corpse to us "

your face went pale

" . . . so that means Wes is dying again, isn't he? "

Wilson gave a small sheepish shrug

" well that's not to say we can't j- "

you stood to your feet in front of him- eyes narrow

" How do we fix it "

you hissed- Wilson held his hand up

" Well- u-umm, o-oh "

he fumbled over his words just for you to shove him aside and storm past him

" I'll do it myself "

you hissed as Wilson could just watch as you picked up a bag filled with things and grab Maxwell's wrist and soon head towards the open mouth of a large cave, planning on having a word with Charlie

[ . . . ]

your footsteps felt heavy on the cold stone floors, Your lantern held high as the darkness crept in and out of your view

you had checked the caves countless times before but after a strong cave in none of the survivors touched that place for what felt like ages

Maxwell was walking close behind you, a lantern in his own hands- You dragged him along with you given he knew Charlie, or you hoped he did

mole worms hummed, scuttling off down into the rock below your feet as the two of you made your way to this thin pathway

" . . . I don't recall this being here "

both stared at the ground, you put on a brave face and took the first step forwards- nothing shifted under your shoe

another step- Nothing

another step, Still nothing

Maxwell soon followed, the two of you walking along a path hardly wider then your own shoulders

" You sure this is a good idea Pal? "

he huffed, watching a small set of white eyes glaring at him from the darkness while another kept it's gaze on you

you didn't say anything, just giving a annoyed grunt as you pressed on

that was until the sound of falling rocks made you both stop in your tracks, the path behind you had fallen, broken to bits- and it sounded like the ground was falling in front of you as well

Maxwell let out a long sigh, running his hand along his face

" well, Shit- "

the floor soon dropped out under both of you, letting you both sleep into the pure darkness below

[ . . . ]

" wakey wakey darling ~ "

Charlie giggled, opening your eyes you find yourself at the far end of a long table, Charlie sat in a chair on the other side- the blanket you threw at her was cross her shoulders

" Sleep well? "

you stared down at yourself, you were wearing a very shadowy version of your normal cloths, a Triumphant version if you will-

looking back towards her- you seem rather confused

" I might have changed your clothing- Do you like it? "

she leans her elbow onto the table, resting her chin in the palm of her hand while you continue to just stare at your new clothing, trying to understand how it works- how it sits on your body- how it feels on your skin

your hand rubs the back of your neck as you speak- worry flicking out from every word

" How'd I get here? "

" oh silly, I brought you here! I wanted to bring you out for dinner anyway "

" and where's Maxwell? "

" oh . . . "

the joyful look across her face faded, leaning back in her chair she sighed

" He's fine, Alive at least "

she soon grabbed a fork on the table, picking at some of the food in front of her on a plate

" anyways- I'm starving, Aren't you? "

your eyes soon meet the plate that just so happened to be in front of you as well, some rather nice looking food was sat on it- your favorite type of food cooked just the way you like it

" How'd y- "

" Just a hunch! "

" and the cl- "

" a lucky guess! "

" . . . "

Charlie gave a rather forced smile- you still just looked confused

" have you been w- "

" No- I- why would I?- No! "

you both locked eyes- Charlie looked rather sheepish

" Right . . . so- moving on from that, I've something to ask you "

" oh- what's up darling? "

" . . . "

" First- the telltale hearts have stopped working and I was wondering i- "

" oh- right thaat problem, umm- oh, right right rightt "

" did you cause it? "

" no!- "

" then what do you know about it "

" . . . "

" Charlie- "

" I can only fix it if you do one tiny little small favour for me " (edited)

" and that is? "

" well- umm, you knowww "

" . . . you want me to eat dinner with you "

" m-maybe "

" . . . "

you let out a short sigh and pick up the fork, beginning to tuck into your food while Charlie eats hers- both of you sometimes looking up at one another once in a while

time had kept moving, you and Charlie spent your time chatting about small things in the constant- stuff like how the other survivors were doing and how the constant felt different ever sense you got there

the blanket kept across her shoulders the whole time she spoke, the whole time you both ate- it hadn't slipped off even once

watching her eyes, she kept them fixed to you and not her plate or herself

staring down at your plate, you had eaten every last bite

slowly slipping up from the chair you dusted off your clothing

" Now that I've done you a favour, may I please have a fix to the telltale hearts? "

her smile dropped to a frown

" but that wasn't the favour, darling "

" Then what wa- "

you were cut off by Charlie standing on the table in front of you, how she moved that quickly you weren't sure about but her face was almost touching yours

before you could pull away, before you could move- she leaned even closer towards you until her lips meet yours

after a short kiss she pulled back, flickering like a hologram before sitting back in her seat with a huge smile across her face

" That was the favour ~ "

You had no words

her black lipstick was on your lips faintly

you opened your mouth to speak- but felt the words catch in your throat

not like you had time to even speak before she waved her fingers towards you making the chair tipped backwards and you to fall back into a endless shadowy void

[ . . . ]

waking up to find a note and a odd looking bag made of shadows on your lap you soon opened it

Finding a beating telltale heart with shadowy veins along it inside the bag- beating strongly and lively as well

the note read the following:

[ " Well I can't say for-sure the Telltale heart problem is fixed, I can give you this gift for payment- sense, You did give me a gift after all " -Charlie ]

there was a kiss stuck to the bottom of the page in the same black lip-stick Charlie wore all the time

shifting to your feet, your cloths were back to their old self- the sight of the camp's fire pit glowed softly in the graying sky's

Maxwell was already back at the camp, his arm in a sling as his eyes were tired

a ice block was pressed to his head

dashing up from the light snow, the bag in your hand your eyes were glued to the tent you were forced to leave your favorite mime

swinging the door open- you called Wilson to follow in behind, he was fast on his feet- Wickerbottom soon following him inside as the two began their work

making you wait outside your foot tapped the ground- sat on a log beside Maxwell

" . . . How was she? "

" oh- Charlie? "

Your eyes meet Maxwell's

" She was rather nice, fun to talk to "

his eyes drifted off, he looked lost in thought

" something the matter? "

" . . . Nothing- did you get a replace heart? "

" oh- Yes!, for a favour "

" . . . what was the favour? "

" A kiss "

" . . . "

" . . ? "

" . . . she use to do that to me "

" Did she? "

" . . . yeah "

he stared off into nothing

what could you to say to help?- the sling over his arm looked poorly made, fixed together with random bits of rope and countless sticks- eye balling it Maxwell sighed

" . . . broke my arm from the fall, hit my head just the same "

" ouch "

" . . . I bet she softened your fall, didn't she? "

" I woke up in a chair wearing fancy clothing "

" . . . Ah "

he shifted a bit- head turning away just a tad while water socked the rag in his palm, the chilled water making his hand tremble

Wilson soon ripped open the tent doors with a smile across his face

" it worked! "

he didn't even have time to find you with his eyes before you shoved past him (edited)

your eyes then meet the tired ones of a half asleep mime, tho he lacked his noticeable Make-up

if it wasn't for his weakness you would have leaped into his arms, tackled him back down to the grassy mat he sat on

instead you slowly slipped into his arms, dragging his chest to yours- the faint sound of his heart beat pulled a smile out from your lips

he looked somewhat confused on why you'd run in at such fast speed but the warm hug set his mind at easy

crossing his shaky arms across your back he sat his chin on your shoulder while you leaned your head to the side of his

Wilson peeked in from the tents open doors, looking Wes up and down before letting out a soft chuckle

" Gave them a big scare, didn't you Wesly? "

Wes sheepishly nodded, looking guilty over dying out in the snow for what felt like the 50'th time

however now that his new heart beat with some power behind it you felt calmer, felt safer even

you were able to let yourself relax after such a stressful day

[ End ] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ wrote this for @oldmanontumbler sense they asked for a Wes x Reader and/or Reader x Charlie and I made both in one for some reason ._. if you wanted something else or didn't think I'd write it like this I'm so sorry ;v;

#dst #x reader #dst wes #dst charlie #charlie #DST reader x wes #DST reader x charlie #dst character #dont starve together #scars

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cuddlethesillys · 2 months ago

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Maxwell x Reader (DST) comfort from a nightmare

Your foot had slipped, falling backwards into the cold ocean water

the boat speed off, it's sales had unwind- causing your only safety to sale off without you as things in the water grabbed at your ankles

dragging you down, the air left your lungs- floating up to the light you thought you'd never reach again, You hope to scream- but no sound can leave your lips

until it does- a ear ringing screech that makes a flock of crows take off into the night air

it was only a bad dream, a memory

sick and dark memory you tried to hid- you played it off like it didn't scar you, yet here you are- sweet dripping down your forehead as your eyes shake, hardly making out the faint shapes around your tent

panic set in as the doors of the tent opened up

sharp finger tips pressed into the fabric, pulling it aside as the freezing night care creeped into the tent- the blunt chill licked at your face and neck while a dark shape snuck forwards

the same type of the sharpen claws that had dug into your ankles- dragging you down into the icey cold and into the blank darkness, they creeped into your eye line

your chest rose and fell with quick speed, screaming you slapped the claw away as you heard a voice grunt in front of you

" Pal "

his voice was blunt, flexing his hand as he shifted to his knees- his eyes were cold, colder then the ocean that dragged you under it's large waves- a faint and duel purpile suit was clinging to his thin body

" I'd like it if you wouldn't slap my hand like that "

all you could get out was mumbles, mutters of unknowable words and whispers- just for his sharp finger tip to press into your lips

" did you have a nightmare? "

you gave him a quick nod, his palm soon touched your chin- his fingers softly touching your cheeks as he made you look him in the eyes

his eyes were a coal black, thin white pupils stared back down as he let out a short sigh

" Annoying, Aren't they? nightmares- such a sleepless pain " his voice was more gentile then it was when he walked in

" Do recall you're on land, there's dirt under your feet like it or not, Pale "

his eyes soon drifted to the tent door- your face slipped out of his finger tips as he stood upright, slowly closing the flaps of the tent door

" can you keep your mouth shut about something, Pal? "

he didn't look at you- so you gave out a small 'mhm' before he spoke again

" I get them to . . . "

he looked back at you with a far softer look

" Panic attacks, Anxiety- all of that from the dreaded nightmare thrown, Fear can be so cruel at times "

he stepped back towards you, his eyes drifting from the floor towards you

" Have you had this same one before? "

you nodded your head, you could feel tears forming in your eyes as you stared down at your shaking hands- just to feel his side press softly into yours

your head flicked to him, he had his arms crossed as he sat beside you, you looked confused- he picked that up quickly

" . . . Promise me you won't go telling this to anybody, Pal "

you nodded, shifting a small amount under your spider silk blankets

" well . . . umm- . . . . I . . . "

the words seemed to be held in his throat, causing him to hiss to himself as he turned towards you- not saying a word he slipped his arms around you, making both you and him lay down

he kept your back pressed up to his chest, his arms across your own chest as his chin rested on top of your head

" Not a single soul outside of this tent can know about this, Got it? "

you nodded, letting out a long sigh as you relaxed into his grasp- your eyes soon fell shut

[ . . . ]

you woke up to another noise in the middle of the night, even darker then before- but this wasn't a noise far away

a soft yet also loud purr came from right behind you- like a huge cat had pressed up to your back, your head turned towards the noise as Maxwell's grasp just tighten in his sleep you were meet with dark scales peaking out from behind the tie of his suit- his skin was a dead pale type of color, coal colored scales ran up his neck

his chest rose and fell softly- every inhale and exhale was meet with another purr that felt like a chattering noise

a long black tail rested behind him- it had snuck out from his suit, his shoes were knocked off his feet by large claws that replaced human toes- his gloves were ripped apart to show far larger claws then he started with

spikes ran down his spine- his ears were pointed, wrapped from human to something inhuman- something you'd find on a Monstrosity of a Man

you silently shifted away from him, placing your hands onto his chest to try to free yourself from his grasp- only for that plan to back fire

his arms tighten their grasp- pulling your face into his chest as his head lowered, his legs curled around yours as the long black tail slide around your waste and up your lower back

you could hardly hear his heart beating over the low chattering purr, but it's softness made you grow sleepy . . .

[ . . . ]

a white glove slipped into the tent's door- flinging it open as a friendly mime stood in the doorway- a welcoming smile stuck to his face, only for that to drop as he notices Maxwell still snuggled up to you

the bright light caused Maxwell's eyes to snap open- he hissed

" cLOSE THE TENT DOOR "

he threw a pillow towards Wes- Wes ducked out of it's path as the pillow hit Wilson in the face, making him drop a bowl filled with food for you

" HEY! "

Wilson snapped, stamping his foot as Wes couldn't help but silently laugh- Maxwell grumbled to himself as you sleeply opened your eyes

" grr- erhm . . . "

Maxwell sat up, having taken his arms off you

" S-Sorry pal, I made Wilson spill your food "

he looked unsure of himself, fixing up his tie- the light of the day having changed him back to his human type form before the others had come in

looking at him from his side- a small smile creeped across your face

with a quick movement, you kissed Maxwell on the cheek- his face went as red as a tomato as howling laughter came from Wilson

Wes was on his hands and knees- laughing so hard the weak mime couldn't stand any longer, even tho not a single noise left his lips

Wilson was gasping for air and wheezing with every breath as Maxwell cupped his hands over his face- muttering something under his breath while you just leaned onto his shoulder

" Thank you "

you whispered to him while the others kept laughing

[ End ^v^ ]

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