Discord drabbles - nb plant monster x reader (Patreon)

Prompt and warnings:  Perhaps a fierce plant fae trying to protect reader from armed muggers(?).. first aid and fluff ensues? 

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This wasn’t a bad part of town. You shouldn’t have found yourself with two thugs on your six, following you at an alarmingly close distance. You ducked down an alley and instantly regretted it. It was dark, shadowy, with no light from the street lamps behind you, and it was overgrown with brambles and grasping plants with runners trailing on the cracked tarmac. 

“Shit…” you cursed and caught the rasping laugh of the person closing the distance behind you. 

Then there was a hand on your shoulder and you were slammed back into the damp, crumbling brick wall behind you. With the wind knocked out of you, you stood there, stunned, as the man towered over you, laughing horribly. “Come on, give us your wallet,” he leered. “And maybe I won’t take anything else.”

You weren't sure what made you lash out at him, but your fist caught him squarely on the bridge of his already crooked nose and he yelled wordlessly and reeled back from you. In the same instant, a rush and rustle like wind in tall grass filled your ears, and over the wall came what looked like green tentacles. They wrapped instantly around the neck and wrists of your assailant, and dragged him backwards, off you. 

Stunned, you watched in the dim light as the first attacker was hauled upwards into the air while the tendrils coiled around an apple tree on the other side of the alley and hoisted him into the air. 

A moment later, a thick body studded with white flowers lumbered over the wall and came to rest a bit like an octopus in a rock pool beside you. As the second attacker stepped forwards, a mixture of horror and anger on his face, more tendrils shot out and smacked him around the cheeks, leaving stinging welts on his face. “Piss off,” a fruity, rich voice snarled. 

The one dangling from the tree gave a croak and a gurgle, and your saviour let him down, cracking him fiercely on the behind as he legged it out of there. 

Still utterly stunned, you turned and stared, wide eyed at the thing that had saved you. 

It appeared to be made largely of plant matter, with a thick trunk and a large, floral head a bit like a cosmos flower, wreathed in papery white petals. Delicate fronds and tendrils began to retract back towards the main stem, and they stepped away from you. “Are you hurt?” their melodious voice asked. 

“No?” you said. “Just… uh… a bit shaken?”

“Can I help in any way?”

“No,” you said again. “What are you?”

“Oh, I’m a botanical fae,” they chimed happily. “You probably haven’t heard of my kind before. We tend to keep to ourselves. I live in the garden just over this wall. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yes,” you said. “I… Thank you.”

“My pleasure. I just wish we’d met under more pleasant circumstances.” They had beady black eyes in the centre of the yellow ‘face’ amid the petals, and as they saw the way you were shaking, they reached out to you and hugged you close. “Easy,” they said. “Easy, easy, you’ve been through a lot. Why don’t you come through that garden gate there,” they said, indicating an old, wooden gate in the brick wall, “And I can see to you properly. Ok?”

“Ok,” you agreed, feeling decidedly shaky and grateful for their rescue.