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Eye of the storm

*Jonathan Pine x reader*

Imagine: You get lost and injured alone on a hike in the forest. But in the darkness, you find help in form of a mysterious stranger. What if the ruthless nature isn't the most dangerous thing out there?

A.N.: This is not a request, but I hope y'all will like this! First time writing for Pine...

It was a gloomy afternoon, the clouds hung deep and black in the sky as if watching your every move. You pulled your jacket tighter around your frame, crossing your arms in front of your chest in hope of keeping the remaining warmth inside your body. It hadn't been a good idea to come out here this late in the afternoon on such a cold autumn day.

You were deep in the woods, having left the campsite you and your friends were staying at.

Just as heavy raindrops started hitting your face, you finally admitted to yourself that you were lost. Another shiver ran down your spine, but this time from unease instead of cold. It had been a stupid idea running off without telling anyone where you'd go. On the other hand, there was no way you would've been able to set foot into the tent with your two snogging friends in it just one more time.

The three of you had come here, into the biggest and most desolate forest during the last weeks where its campsites were still open for use, as nothing more than three best friends. Because of the long hike you had decided to share a large family sized tent. Unfortunately for you, your two friends had realized on your second day as the only ones at the campsite that they were heavily crushing on each other. Ever since then, you had been fifth-wheeling. They had mostly tried to hold themselves back for your sake, but today in the early morning you had decided to give them a much needed day alone with each other and therefore solo hike through the forest. It had been barely sunrise when you had left, a bright but cold day. Now the raindrops hitting you were getting bigger and more frequent by the second, while the forest was getting darker and darker.

You hadn't seen one of the hiking tail signs in a long time, leaving you to assume that you were utterly lost.

You pulled your phone out of the large pockets of your jacket. Of course, no reception. You rolled your eyes at your own stupidity. But you weren't one to cry and hide when things went pearshaped. The jacket you wore was supposed to be waterproof, but after half an hour in the rain you had to realize that the advertisement had been lying. The cold wetness slowly crept through its fabric, then a little while later also through your sweater and shirt. Biting your lower lip to keep it from shivering, you dug through your backpack to find the small flashlight you had packed, just in case. Other than that, there was absolutely nothing you could make use of in this situation. At least the flashlight kept your from falling over roots and bushes once almost all light had left the forest.

Your whole body shivered, every single piece of clothing you wore was drenched and your skin felt increasingly numb. Only then did you spot a faint light in the distance. You could barely see it as rain kept running into your eyes and made it nearly impossible to navigate towards it. There must be something, a street, another campsite, anything…

Suddenly your foot slipped on a wet stone and you fell face forward into the mud.

You let out a pained scream when your body connected with the hard ground and also something sharp and spiky. You heard a few birds rustling through the leaves, scared away by the sudden noise of your yell. You pulled yourself up a little and felt something leave your body, trying your best to ignore the sudden and piercing pain in your left hip. It felt as if someone had taken a blunt knife and stabbed you right through your hip bone. Even if that's not entirely possible, it felt just like it.

It was all dark around you once more, the flashlight out and probably already sunken into the muddy ground. The light in the distance had gone out as well. Great, just great.

With a pained groan you rose to your feet and more or less blindly wobbled towards where the light had been. It took you a good twenty minutes and a couple more falls to finally reach a small opening in the trees.

A huge house stood right in the middle, but it looked rather abandoned for as much as you could tell in the dark. It didn't matter to you though, you only needed to get out of the rain and hopefully get rid of your pain somehow.

Panting slightly, you reached the porch and slumped down against the wooden door, not daring to knock or even break in. At least it was dry and not muddy under the small end of the roof. Maybe you could close your eyes for just a few minutes and let your tired body rest…

Suddenly the door behind you opened and you fell onto your back with a partially surprised, partially pained groan.

When you opened your eyes and looked up from your position on the floor, all you could see was darkness. At first at least, but then, slowly, the contours of a person became visible to you. But more importantly, also the contours of a gun pointed at your head.

You squeezed your eyes shut, whimpering and hoping that it wouldn't hurt you even more than you were hurting already. You didn't want your life to end here, alone in a dark forest where no one would ever find you. But there was nothing, no sound, except for the increasingly loud silence.

You opened your eyes again. The gun had disappeared and instead you could see the frowning face of a man.

"Hello there." He said quietly. You still stared up at him from the floor, when he held out a hand to help you up. Cautiously you accepted the help and slowly got up, hissing a little.

"Are you hurt?" He asked immediately and you weren't sure if it was concern in his voice or anger.

"I don't know really, I fell in the dark… I honestly just wanted to get out of the rain, I'm so sorry if I intruded or something…" You breathed, still afraid he might shoot you if you said the wrong thing.

"You don't have to be afraid of me. I'm sorry about the gun, I'm just… being careful." He said as if reading your thoughts, which probably wasn't even necessary as fear seemed printed all over you face.

The stranger grabbed your backpack from the porch and guided you inside, into the dark hallway. You weren't sure if you liked the prospect of being alone with this man in who knows where, but it was better than the rain and the lonely darkness. Somehow, his presence had a rather calming effect on you, despite the previous fear. So you let him guide you into what seemed like a sparsely furnished living room.

You felt bad for being dripping wet and leaving drops and muddy footprints wherever you went, but he didn't seem to mind.

He sat down your bag against a wall close by and turned to light a fire in the stone fireplace, while you simply stood dripping in the middle of the room.

"You might want to take your clothes off." He suggested, but it sounded more like an order spoken with gentle words. You blushed a little and frowned, before he added "...to hang them up to dry. You'll get sick if you stay in the wet things for much longer."

You felt like an idiot. Of course he didn't mean it like that.

Once the fire was lit, he turned around to face you. For the first time you could really see him in the dim light and it would be an understatement to say you were surprised. His blonde brown curls and the barely-even-there beard covering his sharp jawline were quite something, but nothing compared to the incredibly light blue of his eyes. With those eyes, he watched you intently.

"Are you alright?" He asked carefully and you snapped out of your staring.

"Yeah, I… uhm… I'm going to get rid of the wet clothes now." You muttered and started peeling off your jacket first, then also your sweatshirt. Your shoes and socks had to go next. Then you stopped and awkwardly stared at your naked toes on the wooden floor. But before you could say anything, the man stepped closer to you and grabbed your wrists to carefully lift your arms away from your body. First you tried to pull away, but when you noticed what he was looking at you stopped.

Besides being drenched in rainwater, there was a large dark spot on your shirt, covering your whole left side.

He let go of your hands and looked at your face once again. "May I?" He asked quietly.

You didn't really know what he wanted to do, but you grew more light-headed by the second and the pain in your side only grew worse, so you nodded.

He helped you lay down on the rug next to the fireplace and you had to fight to keep your eyes open. The warmth of the fire was wonderful on your chilled skin and your head swam with images of the nightly forest. The last thing you saw were his incredibly blue eyes as he hovered above you with the most concerned gaze you had ever been given. Those eyes… a swirling storm of passion in a cold desert of deep water.

When you opened your eyes, you felt confused at first. What happened and where were you? The house! In the forest… the man and his stunning eyes. With a quiet groan you sat up, taking in your surroundings. It was still dark, the fire crackling peacefully next to you. You couldn't have been out for long… at least you hoped so.

Looking around, you spotted your clothes, placed over a single chair next to the fireplace. Shock hit you like a lightning and you looked down at yourself, only to find that your clothes had been replaced. The wet ones gone, you now wore a larger t-shirt and some mid-length sweatpants. Heat rose to your cheeks as you realized what that meant. You tried to stand up, but slumped back down immediately as a sharp pain rippled through your side. Carefully you lifted the shirt, only to find a large bandage going all around your lower middle section. Damn, it hurt…

Letting out a shivering breath, you scanned the room for your backpack and found it leaning against the wall closest to you. Your phone was placed on top of it, plugged in to charge.

At least he hadn't taken it from you. But if he really meant harm to you, would he have bandaged your wound and given you dry clothing? It was all a big question mark in your brain.

"Hey there." His voice sounded from the doorway.

You turned around quickly and hissed once more.

"You probably shouldn't move all that much…" He smiled and came walking towards you, but stopped before he got too close. "Is it okay if I come closer?"

You frowned. "Well, looks like you already did…" You pointed at your injured side. "Thanks for, uhm… patching me up, I guess."

With a small smile he walked the remaining steps and sat down opposite to you on the rug. "I'm sorry for removing your clothes without permission, but you were very much unconscious and very much bleeding… I needed to do something. I just wanted to help..."

"And I'm very thankful you did. Seems like it wasn't just a scratch then…" You mused.

"I have no idea what happened to you out there, but it left you with a pretty deep gash. I had to sew it." He was sitting only a few feet away from you and you could see his eyes twinkle in the light of the flames.

"I… It really hurts." You laughed nervously, trying to ignore the burning wound and your too fast heartbeat. He was being so nice to you and all you could think about was how he must have undressed you.

"I'm Jonathan, by the way. Jonathan Pine." He said in such a calm tone that it made your heart beat even faster.

"I'm Y/N. I believe I was lucky to run into you, Jonathan, instead of some creepy stranger." You chuckled.

"So you don't think I'm a creepy stranger?" He smirked at you, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Well, do you think I am a creepy stranger?" You shot right back, finding your courage in the knowledge that he couldn't possibly see you blush in the dim light.

Jonathan let out a laugh and ran a hand through his hair, messing it up ever so slightly. "I think I was lucky indeed to find you before you died of blood loss right on my porch. Would've been a mess to explain." He winked at you, making you chuckle. For some reason you trusted him. He seemed so confident and at ease out here. Another thought made you frown.

"Is this your house?" You asked out of the blue.

He seemed to be taken aback by the question and didn't answer right away, so you quickly added "Sorry, that must've sounded so rude… I was just curious why someone would build a house right in the middle of some godforsaken forest and then not take the time to furnish it. Are you living here?"

"Woah, that's a lot of questions…" He laughed slightly and looked down to the rug beneath you. It had a few bloodstains on it now, and even more holes, but it was better than sitting on the floor. "It's not my house, no. It belongs to the people I work for, they sent me here."

You frowned, but still smiled at him. "Seems a bit suspicious, if you ask me. Maybe you are indeed a creepy stranger." You joked and winked at him.

He chuckled deeply and then let his head fall back with a sigh. You watched him for a short while, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the comfort of your unusual company.

Then you remembered your two friends at the campground and let out a quiet groan. You had forgotten all about them, they must be so worried!

"Are you alright, Y/N?" He asked and lifted his head to look at you.

"Yeah, sorry… I just remembered that my friends must be worrying about me already. They're at a campsite somewhere over… I don't even know. I was hiking through the forest and…"

"All alone?" He asked, his frown creating soft creases on his forehead. It looked sexier than you cared to admit.

"Yeah, well, they were rather busy… doing something else." You shrugged, trying to get up to grab your phone. Before you could move to grab it however, Jonathan had already reached over and held it out to you. With a thankful smile you took it from him and were glad to see that you had ever so little reception. You sent an SMS to your friends, saying that you were safe and that they shouldn't worry. Then you let Jonathan place the phone back on your bag.

"Must be terrible friends if they just let you go out there all alone." He mused quietly.

"Nah, they're alright. It was my decision. I'm used to being on my own and can care for myself, thank you very much." You laughed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to belittle you. I'm most certain that you are very much capable of handling yourself."

You frowned at him in amusement. He let out a breathy laugh. "Gosh, I meant that I didn't doubt you were doing great on your own." The slight note of embarrassment in his voice made you smirk.

"What are you doing to me, Y/N…" He chuckled and shook his head to himself, making your heart flutter in excitement.

This man in front of you, he was dangerous. You could feel it in every fiber of your body. But you also knew that he wouldn't hurt you. Maybe it was naive of you to believe such a thing, but you felt safe with him.

"Who are you, Jonathan Pine…" You finally asked in a quiet voice and leaned your head to the side.

"I'm just the man who will get you something to eat!" He announced and jumped to his feet, adding "...for now." while making his way out of the room. "Do you fancy some wine?"

You smiled to yourself. Maybe this wasn't all that bad. You were hurt, sure, maybe even lost, but you had also found Jonathan. And for some reason, you felt like it was the best thing that could've happened to you.

A.N.: Pls feel free to send more requests to my ask! I currently have no more requests, so if you have a wish and like my style of writing I'd be happy to write whatever you wish for. Hugs 💗

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