Forsaken And Dandy's world one shot requests!

by LovelyDovley

Summary:

Taking one shot requests (and platonic)!

Please keep in mind this is my first time making a fan fic EVER 😭

Request in comments on rule page on chapters!

Unregistered and registered readers can comment! :-)

Notes:

HELLO! Read below for rules...

Chapter 1

HELLO! This is my first time writing a fanfic EVER if you haven't read the description yet... I promise I won't do doggy doo doo though! I'll be decent at the least I swear 😭 

I WILL DO... :

• Fluff
• Angst
• Comfort
• Death
• Mild gore
• Cuddling/Snuggling
• Platonic 
• Any sexuality 
• Potentially more things if mentioned and I approve (as long as it's not on the banned list)

I WON'T DO... :

• Pedophilia
• Necrophilia 
• Unconsensual Somniphilia 
• Machoism
• Sadism
• Beastiality
• Toxic relationship
• Any form of abuse unless briefly mentioned about it being in the past (if that makes sense..)

I MIGHT DO... :

• Things that aren't on the 'I will do' rules
• Alternative Universes (AUs)

When requesting, please request in any chapters comments! (I'm more likely to read them on the newest chapter). Also, please keep in mind these characters won't 100% be in character, but I won't make them ridiculously out of character 😭

Please leave a DETAILED description of what you want when requesting so I can make it as best as I can for you! :0)

NO SMUT SORRY

Chapter 2: Spring's Serene

Summary:

Slasher x ftm!reader

Slasher wants to give you flowers, just like how the couples did in the movies he watched as a child!

I nearly finished this and then decided to be stupid and cross the tab off without saving a draft im sobbing

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It's spring! Not too cold- not too warm! The perfect kind of conditions for a nature walk through the woods and to the docks- it'll be sunset by the time you would get there, a true sight to see with the glimmering lake! And of course you can't forget the beautiful flowers!

 

You step foot into the woods, and not too far on, you already feel at peace with the dark slabs of trees but birdsong. The boy, you, walked through the flowers; the ox-eye daises and vetch and cow parsley, keeping to the track at the end of the path. Shortly, you could begin to see the docks in the distance, shrugged down into a dip beyond clusters of oak. You kept on track (before the sight would already swoop you away), walking in the flowers and shrubbery that ran in the winds between you and the trees. You closed your eyes for a brief second, taking a breather to truly enjoy the tranquillity of peace outside the stuffy lodge cabin which was much outdated for your own personal living style.

But, in that very brief second, you suddenly felt a presence stood directly Infront of you before you could open your eyes. 

Your eyes shot open, slightly spooked at how fast this folk had moves towards you from.. wherever they came from. After a second or two of recollecting your composure, you realised who it was. 'The Slasher' all would call the man. Slasher's head is concealed by a black shroud with a crude hockey mask. The black shroud is ripped and tattered across his chest beneath a worn green coat. He has a strange book stabbed into place on his shoulder with a blade (which looks rather painful, but you choose not to comment on..). The wears a blue, tattered T-shirt with a bicycle on it, black trousers and some black, beat up boots to complete the look. You wouldn't exactly describe him to be a fashionista.. But he surely dressed better than a lot of individuals you've met, and at least it suited him.

You look down to notice something held in his gloved hands, a beautiful bouquet arranged with your favourite flowers, wrapped in kraft paper with a floral print, and a ribbon chosen carefully to be your favourite colour, tied neatly in a little bow. There's even a little heart shaped note nestled in the petals of a rose with your name written in it, surrounded by hearts! 

Slasher had spent and hour of practising, going off memories as a little kid, sat in front of that old, bashed up tv that needed to be booted a few times to turn on.. Films of where boys would hand flowers to girls, something he wished for one day when he was a child. But in this case, it was a boy handing flowers to another boy- would he have to do it differently? Should he go on one knee- bow down, or maybe just hold it with one hand? Hold it in his mouth!? Thirty minutes of his practise was spent conflicting with himself on how he should hand the flowers to you.. He eventually agreed to the conclusion that he would hand you the bouquet with two hands.

And so, here he was. He stood there, a wobbly smile hidden behind his mask, anxiety so high he started to imagine that you could see right past his mask and to his scarred face..

"Uh-.. For me?..." You mumbled, pointing to yourself cluelessly.

He held the bouquet out further, shoving it into your face while nodding a few times. How could you say no? Such a sweet gesture was hard to pass on in hard times and dull places..

"Oh! Thank.. You? How'd you know these are my favourites?"

You were met with no response, Slasher practically twiddled his thumbs and kicked rocks. Not much of a talker huh? You decide to offer him to come down to the docks with you, it was only right after he made you such a nice gift that made your day! Much to your delight, you were met with vigorous nods and you hand being gently led along. Spring is just right.

Notes:

I hope u enjoyed muahahhahaha