Summary: After a year of lukewarm living accommodations, you’re finally given the chance to get closer to him and feel just how soft his really is.
a/n: so, @mitsurugireiji wanted soft hair hector fic. but, i can’t ever write anything simple so it turned into A Thing.
While it wasn’t an unspoken rule to not intervene during the times he forged, you had grown rather keen to the shift in the air and his tone when you’d appear. His disgruntlement was indubitable, his discontent with you was further distinct than that. To keep the odds favorable for you both, though mostly yourself, you often found your way out of the humble hut when the ring of his hammer became too suffocating, the vibrations off the walls seemed to make the space that much smaller.
You wandered for hours through the thickets, the groves, and the parts of the forest where light still scattered through the canopies of rustling leaves. It had become habitual for your legs to bring you to the riverside by the end, however.
It was where you had met for the first time, fished from the turbulent waves midst the floods of the rainy season. When you had been hoisted to land, recalling how you had reveled in the sensation of mud caking beneath your nails as you grasped the overgrown grasp, you saw him.
From the Ground Up [Hector/Reader]
Published
Toad's Cave 