#Austin Butler Wil Ohmsford

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Hello all! I have quite a few in the works and am always looking for ideas. If you have any requests, send them my way!

Master List:

One Shots:

You Belong With Me

Sunrise, Sunburn, Sunset

Little Red Rodeo

Watching You

Double Trouble

Fire Cracker

Welcome Home

Multichapter Stories:

Austin Butler:

In Progress -

Blue Eyes Baby: Ch 1 , Ch 2 , Ch 3 , Ch 4 , Ch 5 , Ch 6 , Ch 7 , Ch 8 , Ch 9 , Ch 10 , Ch 11 , Ch 12 , Ch 13 , Ch 14 , Ch 15 , Ch 16 , Ch 17

Karaoke Chance: Ch 1 , Ch 2 , Ch 3 , Ch 4

Completed -

Drunk Girl: Ch 1 , Ch 2 , Ch 3

Wil Ohmsford:

In Progress -

One of the Last Morrigan: Ch 1 , Ch 2 , Ch 3 , Ch 4 , Ch 5 , Ch 6 , Ch 7 , Ch 8 , Ch 9 , Ch 10 , Ch 11 , Ch 12 , Ch 13 , Ch 14

Completed -

Finding One of Your Own: Ch 1 , Ch 2 , Ch 3

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WIP?

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If this is your first time seeing these you’re very welcome

[hogans-heroes]

Jet lag is miserable so here’s some soft Austin as Will

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austin butler as wil ohmsford

the shannara chronicles (season 1, episode 7)

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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 |PART ONE| Wil Ohmsford

• Summary: While chasing freedom you get hurt and precious elf boy finds you. It turns out to be Wil Ohmsford and he is more than pleased to care about you.

• Pairing: Wil Ohmsford x human! reader

• Warnings: mentions of getting hurt, fluff, typos?

• I AM UNCONDITIONALLY OBSESSED WITH WIL OHMSFORD HAHAHAHAH 😽also this is just his song ngl

The sun shines high above, its warmth barely reaching you through the leaves of trees. Your legs ache with each step, exhaustion making its appearance more than visible. You don’t even know how many days you’ve been walking. Only thing you know is that you left to chase freedom, to escape the walls that felt more like a cage… But this kind of freedom is not what you expected. It’s hunger killing your stomach, sleepless nights on the hard earth, and the repeated ache in your bones.

You hear waterfall nearby, and as much as you’re trying to search for it you loose control over your legs. Your foot catches on a root, or maybe a sharp rock, and suddenly the world flips. The sky flashes above you before pain explodes through your leg as you crash to the ground helplessly. For a moment, you can’t even breathe. The sharp, sending agony drowns out every other thought. As much as you struggle to move, the pain gets worse. You ran away to be free. But now, you can’t run at all. “Damnit!” you hiss in pain, as you sit hopelessly on the ground. If you really didn't want something to happen, it's this.

“Are you okay?” you hear from the road. Looking up you see blonde and… indeed very cute boy. He is sitting on his horse but could be around 6 feet tall, his hair is blonde with dark shadows. Eyes blue, bluish than you ever seen. And his smile is more than charming. “I, uh… No…” is all that you can choke out after staring at him.

“I see.” he smiles softly as he jumps from his horse. “What happened to you?” the stranger says and approaches you. You hesitate to speak as you look at him. There is something so indescribable about him… “I… I was walking down this hill and tripped. Now I can barely move…”

“Ouch… Can I?” he crouches down beside you, gesturing at your leg. You nod shyly and let him do whatever he wants to do. He leans closer to your leg, and that’s when you notice it. His pointy ears. “You’re… an elf?” you ask. The elf boy chuckles and carefully lifts up the fabric of your leggings.

“Half elf,” he replies and carefully touches your leg. You respond with a hiss as the pain travels through your whole body. “Hm, it looks like it’s broken…” the elf replies, looking at you. Only thing you can do its that you look at him back. Stare maybe. “Oh, my name is Wil. Wil Ohmsford.” he gently hands out his hand. You take his hand and nod. “I am Y/n.”

Wil smiles and lets go of your hand. “Y/n, I live not so far away. And… you look like you need some place to stay-“ he glances at your broken leg. “and place to heal at.” You nod. What else can you do? You haven’t slept in days, eaten in days and not even spoken with anyone. “That would be nice…”

Wil nods and wants to scoop you up from the ground, but he asks for permission first. “May I?” he asks, his voice low but soft. You smile and nod. He scoops you gently from the ground easily like you weigh nothing. There must be strong arms under that jacket of his. He helps you sit on his horse and he walks beside you.

You keep looking down at him as he holds the leash and lead his horse towards his place. You then see a sign Shady Vale. “So, Y/n, where do you come from ?” Wil interrupts your thoughts. Should you tell him that you ran away? That you chased for freedom but ended up with broken leg?

“Uh… Thinking of how far I’ve come already - far away.” Wil glances at you with that playful smile again. “Far away? I don’t know a place like that.” he teases. You just chuckle and shake your head. “I tried to… escape. Wanted to have some freedom, you know…” you say honestly. Wil nods in understanding and stops the horse.

You look up and see a hut, a garden around it and trees surrounding it. “That’s my house,” Wil says. “More likely my kingdom.” Wil gently carries you in his arms. The world seems to fade as he carries you, his strong arms cradling your weary body. At some point, the scent of wood and earth shifts. Less wild, more controlled. The air is rich with herbs, dried flowers, and something faintly sweet. Just like Wil.

Familiar warmth surrounds you and you feel softness underneath you. A bed. Not the cold, hard ground you’ve grown used to, but something so comforting, something safe. As hard as you try not to fall asleep right away, you fail.

When you begin to stir, the light is dimmer, golden rays of the sunset slipping through wooden beams above. A blanket is pulled over you, and the steady crackle of a fire fills the space. And you smell herbs coming from the night stand.

“You’re awake.” The voice is calm, smooth — Will. He kneels beside the bed, setting something down on the small wooden table where steaming tea lays. “You were asleep for a while. Looks like you needed it.” he smiles warmly. You inhale sharply, fingers gripping the blanket as your broken leg reminds you its being. He notices.

“Here, drink this.” Wil lifts a small cup, steam curling from its surface. “It will help ease the pain.” You hesitate at first but take it. The scent of herbs and honey makes your heart flutter. When you take a sip, warmth spreads through your chest. The bitterness of the medicine lingers, but the honey dulls it.

Wil waits, watching as you drink. Only when the cup is empty does he move closer, carefully peeling back the blanket to check the splint on your leg. His touch is light, almost practiced. “You seem to be good at this.” you say, watching him work.

“Thanks. I am healer so… that’s maybe the reason.” he smiles warmly at you, before turning back to check on your fracture. “You’ll heal,” he says, adjusting the bindings with gentle precision. “But it will take time.”

You barely manage a nod, your limbs already growing heavy again. The exhaustion is too much, pulling you down despite your best efforts to fight it. As your eyes flutter closed, you feel the blanket being tucked more securely around you again “Rest,” Will murmurs. “You are safe here.” The last thing you see before sleep takes you is the him, watching over you, his expression soft and warm.

When you open your eyes the time passed. It looks like it’s night now. The fire has burned low, its embers casting a soft, flickering glow across the wooden walls. The scent of herbs still lingers in the air, comforting and familiar now.

And then you notice Wil. He sits by the window, his silhouette outlined in silver by the moonlight streaming through window. He is awake. His posture is still, almost too still, as if he got lost in thoughts. His gaze is distant, fixed somewhere beyond the trees outside.

For a moment, you simply watch him. You can’t tear your gaze from him, he looks so magical and precious. Almost as like he belongs to this place in a way you never have anywhere. You shifting in bed catches his attention and you take advantage of that. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” you murmur.

Surprise flickers across his sharp features before smiling at you. “I don’t sleep well outside my own bed,” he says simply, rubbing his tights. It takes a moment for the meaning to settle. You glance down at the soft blankets wrapped around you. His bed.

“You could lay me somewhere else-” you say, guilt stirring in your chest. “You need it more.” he cuts your words. You smile, but the guilt is still there.

His voice is actually so calm. But there’s something in the way he says it that makes your throat tighten. He has helped you so much already—carried you, tended to your wounds, given you warmth and bed to sleep in. And now he’s giving up his own comfort for your sake.

There is painful silence between both of you. Then, before you can talk yourself out of it, you shift slightly to the side, ignoring the dull throb in your leg. You lift the blanket just enough. “ There is enough of space,” you say softly. “You should sleep too.”

Wil doesn’t move at first. In the low light, his expression is unreadable, but you can feel his hesitation. Then, finally, with a quiet sigh, he stands up and smiles. “You are so stubborn,” Wil murmurs, though there is no real frustration in his voice. Just softness and warmth. A smile tugs at your lips. “So I’ve been told.”

Wil removes his shirt, because he sleeps without it and moves carefully, as if uncertain. You can see his toned body and the strong arms that carried you. When he finally lowers himself onto the edge of the bed, a strange sense settles in the air. He keeps a careful distance, lying on his side to face you. But the warmth of his presence is there, steady and real, a quiet reassurance in the dark.

For the first time in more than couple of days, you feel truly safe. Your eyes roam over him and you can’t unsee how beautiful he is even in the darkness. “What is it?” he asks after you have been literally staring at him. Your words catch in your throat as you hesitate to say it. But eventually you do so.

“You are so beautiful, Wil…” The words slip from your lips faster than you could even think about. Wil chuckles and his cheeks flush. “I don’t think the tea I gave you should have hallucinating effects.” he whispers. “And now go to sleep, you deserve rest.”

Wil opens his eyes, blinking few times to adjust to the morning light. The first thing he notices when he wakes is unfamiliar warmth. For a moment, he doesn’t remember; why? Why there is a soft weight of another body against his, why is his arm draped around someone? Why is the steady rise and fall of the breath so close.

Wil glances down and sees you. You’re still asleep, your head resting lightly against his bare chest. At some point in the night you must have shifted closer, and without thinking about it he must have pulled you closer. Now, one of his arms is wrapped around your body, his hand resting at the curve of your waist beneath the blankets.

He should move. Wil knows this. He should shift away before you wake up, before you realize it. But he doesn’t. Instead, he watches you, listening to the steady rhythm of your soft breathing.

In sleep, you look much different… Softer, peaceful in a way Wil haven’t seen you yet. When he found you, you have been all weary and exhaustion all over your face, barely holding yourself together. Now, here in his hut, in his arms, you simply look… safe and comfortable .

And in this moment something deep in his chest tightens at the thought. It’s unfamiliar feeling, something he never felt before. It’s not just the healer in him recognizing someone needs care. It’s something more. Something so unspoken yet so obvious.

A realization hits him as he watches your sleeping and unconscious state. He wants to protect you. Not just because you are injured and have nowhere to go, not just because you are practically alone. He wants to be the one you can trust in.

His fingers twitch slightly where they rest against your waist. He could move away now, could put space between the both of you before you wake up and eventually see something in his eyes he is not ready to confess.

But then you murmur something in sleep, pressing closer against him. And just like that, any thought of moving from you disappears. Let her sleep, he thinks for himself. Just a little longer. And so, for the first time in longer than he can remember, he stays still. Holds you close to him. He feels the need to be there for you. To care about you.

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Austin' characters kissing - it was an urge I could not contain after I saw that Elvis shot of @austin-sbutler ... goddammnnnnn our man is out of this world hot... 🫦👄🫀❤️‍🔥🥵 - and through Sebastian Kydd he did treat us well

And I know I missed so many... tumblrrrrrr why can I only add 10 gifs + 1 video...???!!!

My darlings, please be invited to reblog with your favourite bits that should have been up here 🥰🫶

My other Austin gif/photos sets can be found here.

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Finding One Of Your Own Pt. 3

Here is the final part of Finding One Of Your Own. Had a fun time writing this. Hope you all love it! Also, open to requests if anyone has any. <3

Slowly, you start to wake up, becoming aware little by little of things around you. One of the first things you noticed was the warmth radiating around you. Once you open your eyes, you notice that you are lying on Wil’s chest, your head was in the crook of his neck and shoulder. Sometime through the night, you both must have rolled together. You have your arm over his chest, the rise and fall of his breathing and his heartbeat felt on the inside of  your forearm. You shifted just slightly and took a deep breath. One of Wil’s arms curled tighter around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His other arm was around your shoulders, hand buried in your hair. Wil took a deep breath, shifting slightly before returning to a deep sleep. His fingers brushed lightly against the tip of your ear and a moan slid from your lips without thought, your face flushing and body lighting with fire. Your head shifts, causing his hand to move down to your neck. You reach up and touch the tip of your ear. Holy shit, you had forgotten how sensitive your ears used to be. Returning your hand to rest on his chest, you take deep breaths, trying to calm down. It’s not long before you are dozing off again, the warmth soothing to you. 

Half an hour later, Wil starts to wake up. He groans as he lets go of you, hand moving up to rub over his eyes. His movement wakes you back up. You sit up and watch as he shifts, his other arm curling into his lap, his fingers slowly uncurling revealing the stones stuck and burned into his skin. “Wil!” You say softly, eyes full of worry. He shakes his head softly, pulling the stones from his palm. “This is normal. Always happens, don’t worry.” His voice was laced with sleep and rough. Once he put the stones back into their pouch, he grabbed a strip of fabric and wrapped his palm. It takes a few moments for him to reassure you that it isn’t bad, not to worry about it. Finally, you get up off the bed and move to the mirror on the wall. You deftly free your hair from the plaits and twists, brushing it back to look at your now scar free ear. When you turn around, you see him watching you with a soft smile on his face. You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck in a hug. “Thank you so much Wil.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Over the next few weeks, you slowly start to come out of your shy cautious shell. Starting to help do small things around the village, helping care for the horses. You wanted to earn your keep. As each day passed, you found yourself drawn more and more to Wil. Time spent with him always made you smile. It wasn’t until one day you see Wil laughing at something one of the people of Storlock tells him, that you realize this must be what he meant when he talked about Love. How special it was. Though over the next few months, you try to hide it. You didn’t know if he felt the same about you and if he didn’t, you did not want to lose him. He was the only one you felt such a connection with. 

Unbeknownst to you, Wil had fallen hard for you. And as time went by he found himself touching you more and more. Always having some kind of contact whether it be a hand on your shoulder, arm or hip. You loved this, having been so touch starved your entire life, you soaked up each moment of this. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

One day that Wil had off from working in the healing houses, you had both decided to go for a ride. You pack some food in the saddle bags to have for later if either of you got hungry. It was a beautiful day, a nice calm breeze, warm sun and the perfect temperature. A few hours into the ride, you notice an old crumbling abandoned stone cottage, or the ruins of one anyways. As you both head towards it, Cricket, Wil’s horse suddenly gets tense and nervous. A step or two later, she reared up as a loud cracking was heard. It was an old wood trap that was cracking under the weight of the two. Cricket reared up in fear, Wil falling hard to the ground as she took off, hitting his head and getting knocked out. “Wil!!” You managed to get your horse out of the way of the broken trap quickly and manage to calm it down before it can try to take off like Cricket did. Leaping down to the ground, you quickly tether the horse to a small tree before rushing to Wil’s side. You run your hands over his body, checking for broken bones. When you found nothing wrong, you gently rolled him to his side. You see blood on the back of his head where he had hit the rock. Ripping off a strip off the bottom of your shirt, you press it against the wound for a few minutes to stop the bleeding. Once it finally stops, you get him into a more comfortable position and then gather wood to make a small fire. It was maybe an hour before Wil started to wake up. Groaning, Wil shifts, wincing and reaching up to his head. “Easy. You hit your head quite hard.” You say, gently resting your hand on his shoulder. Helping him sit up, you explain what had happened, how Cricket had run off. The happiness and joy of him being awake overwhelmed you. Leaning over, you kiss him. A spark ignites the moment your lips touch. A sigh slips past your lips as you slowly pull back a tiny bit. The look in Wil’s eyes took your breath away. It gives you the courage to tell him all you are feeling, what you have been feeling for him. He smiles and rests his hand on your cheek. “I have felt the same for a while now. I didn’t want to overwhelm you.” He murmured softly. With your help, the fire is put out and both get on your horse to head back to Storlock. You did not see Cricket at all until you were just a little ways from the village. There she was grazing on grass, having made her way back on her own. You grabbed her reins and continued back, leading her behind your horse. By the time you got back, Wil was resting his head on your shoulder, his head still bothering him. Helping him back to his hut, you watch as he uses the stones to close the wound. Then you help him get cleaned up, washing the blood from his hair. Groggy from using the stones, you help him to bed, and then curl up with him. “Thank you for everything.” Wil murmured as he wrapped his arm around your waist. He placed a soft loving kiss on your lips. Both of you fall asleep in each others arms. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning, you are both slow to wake up. 

“Morning Beautiful.” Wil’s voice was gruff and deep from sleep. His blue eyes lock with yours, trailing his hand up and down your back. He leans down and kisses you. As you return the kiss, lips moving against his, you thread your hands into his hair. A few moments later you trail your fingers over the edges of his ears. Gently brushing the tips. Wil pulls back, eyes holding a soft warning layered with love and something else. He murmurs your name, voice husky and uneven. Your stomach flips with a warmth as you smile, giving him a loving look. “I love you Wil. I’ve never felt like this before, but deep down, I know I can’t live without you. I love you.” “I love you too. So so much.” He replies happily, a smile taking over his face. Your fingers move back to his ears, a grin on your face. Wil pulls your face back down and locks his lips to yours in a searing kiss. This was the beginning of the rest of your lives together. 

[dailydoseofaustinbutler]

I'm missing Wil Ohmsford. I really liked The Shannara Chronicles and it makes me a little sad knowing in what place Austin was in during filming.

Alas, Wil was so pretty....

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hi babes!! i saw that you’re taking requests for wil ohmsford and i NEEDED to request something bc OMG THATS MY MAN!! S2 wil has a literal chokehold on me…like that scene where he’s injured and on the bed with mareth helping him GOODNIGHT!

so like imagine it’s wil and his gf and he’s just being so stubborn with her and not letting her help, but she’s so sweet and caring that he just folds for her and goes so soft :(( like he cries at her touch and she just kisses him and tells him he loves him/he’ll be okay while patching him up 😣😣 and they both just sweetly make out (or do more..)

also i know deep down that man has a praise kink so ☺️ OK I NEED TO BE SEDATED AND LOCKED OFF THIS APP

i love your work SO MUCH girl hope ur doing well <3

hello, love! 🌼 thank you for the request 😀 it was the only one with Wil that I have received LOL 😅 and it was my first time writing for him as well 😏 I made it smutty and he's a veeery soft boy 🤭

I had to close my requests for now because I got so many 🙏🏻

🔞 THIS FIC IS 18+ 🔞

Wil was kind, sweet and obliging most of the time but he tended to be stubborn as well. Because of his kind nature, he was easy to take advantage of sometimes and he could be clumsy in the situations where clumsiness could cost you a life. So, obviously, you were worried about him. Especially now, when some fanatics were hunting magic users like your boyfriend.

His training to become a healer was not going as well as he had been imagining it and it was bringing him down these days. You remained by his side and waited for him to finish his course so you could go back to your village where he would help the people and heal them. But so far everything seemed to go wrong. Wil was determined to become a healer, though, even though everyone kept telling him that perhaps it was not his calling, after all. Magic was his gift. On the other hand, you didn’t want him to use it too often if there were people hunting magic users. And magic itself had its price as well…

You were sitting on the edge of the bed and worrying. Trying to read a book, but it was difficult to focus on it. It was late and dark and Wil wasn’t back yet, which was causing your thoughts to go places you would rather not go to. You put the book down and started to fidget with your fingers nervously. The sounds of laughter and screams coming from a pub nearby were the only noises you could hear on that warm night. That, and the crickets.

You stood up and began pacing around worryingly when Wil finally came back to your small house that you called home these days. But it didn’t matter because your home was where he was either way.

“Wil!” You scolded him at first but when you approached him, you noticed that his shirt was torn open and there was a huge, bleeding wound on his ribs. His face had a fresh bruise, too, and he was bleeding from his lip.

You reached your hands out to delicately touch his chest and he hissed at your touch. You raised your widened eyes to look into his baby blue ones.

“Wil! What happened?” You asked him in panic and he limped to your bed to sit on the edge of it and groaned out of pain.

“I was at the pub…” He confessed and winced.

“At the pub? What for?” You asked and sat next to him, caressing his hair gently.

“It doesn’t matter now,” he shook his head. You cupped his face to turn it around and force him to look at you.

“What happened?” You bit on your lower lip as your fingers caressed his cheeks. Your eyes filled with tears at the sight of him being in so much pain.

“It’s nothing, really. Just hand me the stones, please,” he pointed at the nightstand table.

He had them hidden in the drawer there, in a brown leather sack – three blue elfstones that he could activate with his magic. But whenever he would, you could see how much it cost him. You didn’t want Wil to use them as much as he did. After the horrors he had been through, he would often use the elfstones to simply run away from his problems and ease his mind.

You furrowed your brow and pulled up the sleeves of his jacket and shirt to reveal the burns on his hands from using the elfstones too much. You shook your head. No, you didn’t want him to use them again. At least not for this sort of thing – which you could patch up perfectly well on your own.

“Let me see…” You gently touched his fresh wound again. “It’s not infected. I can handle that.”

“No!” Wil snapped and you froze. His face softened immediately. “No, darling, I will do it, just hand me the stones.”

“I will not,” you stated with all seriousness.

“Fine then, I’ll do it myself,” he groaned and moved up to be able to reach the nightstand but the sharp pain suddenly worsened and he winced in discomfort, still stubbornly trying to reach for the drawer.

“Wil, please, stop,” you pleaded with tears in your eyes. “Stop, I can handle it. It’s gonna be fine,” you grabbed his hand that he was reaching out and you squeezed it in yours reassuringly. “My love, please, just let me take care of you,” you caressed his cheek with your free hand.

Without a word, Wil nodded and you saw a few tears escaping his pretty eyes. You wiped them with your thumb before they would stream down his face. You leaned in and placed a kiss upon his forehead.

“We have to get rid of that shirt, yes?” You talked him through it softly as you began slowly getting rid of his clothes.

Wil didn’t protest this time. Quite the opposite – he started to lean into your touch and let you take care of him. Nothing but soft whimpers of pain were leaving his pretty lips while you were shushing him lovingly.

“Shhh, pretty boy, I can handle that, it’s fine,” you kept saying.

Once he was in his underwear, you helped him to sit down on your bed and lean on the pillows. You caressed his hair one more time before placing a kiss on the top of his head. Then you got up to get your first aid kit. To be honest, you had quite a few lying around since Wil was training to become a healer.

When you sat on the edge of the bed to disinfect his wounds, he hissed out of pain and sobbed a little, instantly blushing at this display of vulnerability.

“Oh, baby, it’s okay, I love you,” you kissed his flushed cheeks. “It’s okay to cry when it hurts, my love,” you assured him and went back to gently disinfecting the wounds and dabbing the soothing ointment onto them. “So… What happened at the pub, Wil?” You raised your eyebrow at him when you spotted his muscles slowly relaxing under your touch.

“It’s… It’s nothing…” He looked away, visibly not wanting to share the details.

“My boyfriend comes back home all wounded and it’s nothing?” You couldn’t help a little snort.

Wil swallowed a lump in his throat as he hesitated. Finally, he spoke up:

“Just promise me that you won’t be worried,” he looked into your eyes. His own blue ones were giving you a look of a scared puppy and you leaned in to join your foreheads together before rubbing your nose with his.

“How can I not be, sweet darling? I always am worried about you, I love you,” you whispered softly. “But what is it? You must tell me.”

“I went there because I was in a bad mood and didn’t want to ruin your evening with my grumpiness. Some people recognised me,” Wil explained. “They were not from here and I dealt with them. They won’t spread the word about me, so don’t worry, alright?” He quickly added but you were furrowing your brows at his concerning words already.

“What do you mean that some people recognised you?” You asked. “As a magic user?”

“No,” Wil shook his head. “I mean, yes. But they weren’t after me just because of that. Apparently there’s… There’s…” He didn’t know how to finish his sentence as he looked away again. “There’s a price on my head.”

You froze at his words as your heart skipped a beat. A price on your sweet Wil’s head? For what? For saving the world? For being the most adorable man with those cute short tips that you adored? No, it made no sense. But the world was full of cruel people who would want to hurt good men like him.

“We must leave this place,” you finally said.

“No. Not before I finish my training,” Wil insisted, looking at you pleadingly.

“I don’t care if you become a healer or not. I don’t want something bad to happen to you. If we go back home and end up as simple farmers, I’ll be just as happy. I just want you to be okay…” You tried to reason with him.

“I do care. I want to become a healer!” Wil exclaimed and then he cleared his throat and looked down. “I know I’m a failure but I want to finish this training.”

“You’re not a failure, Wil,” you sighed and moved the first aid kit aside after taking the bandage out of it. You adjusted Wil softly to have a better access to the wound on his chest and you began to wrap the bandage around it. “Please, don’t call yourself that. You saved the world, remember?” You tried to cheer him up somehow. It was hard to believe sometimes that this guy was a hero and he seemed to be forgetting that as well.

“Yeah, but that was not a part of the plan. My plan was to become a healer and I’m failing at that,” he whispered shakily.

You didn’t want to argue with him more tonight so you just pursed your lips and finished to bandage him in silence. Then you kissed his forehead and leaned him back onto the pillows before standing up to put the first aid kit back to its place. You also washed your hands in a bowl of water and all this time you kept overthinking that tonight Wil could have lost his life. And instead of running away from this place, he insisted on staying.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Wil asked you and you turned around to face him.

“I’m worried,” you admitted and he cracked a smile that filled your heart with so much love that you were scared it would explode.

“You promised you wouldn’t.”

“I did not say such a thing, Wil Ohmsford!” You protested before approaching the bed to crawl up to him and join your lips together in a soft and sweet kiss.

You were careful with him because of his injuries but also because you were always gentle with him overall. How could you not be? He was the sweetest man in the world, of that you were sure. As sweet as a bag of candy and always so kind. Only Wil could see the goodness in everyone and their worth to be loved. And he was yours, all yours at the end of the day. 

Just thinking of that made you moan into his mouth as you placed your hands on his shoulders and gently moved up to sit astride him. Your lips were still connected, not leaving each other even for a moment but, eventually, you pulled away to catch a breath and he looked up with glossy eyes and flushed cheeks.

“Let me make you feel good, pretty boy,” you breathed out and he nodded softly before you leaned in to join your lips again but this time the kiss was more passionate and eager.

Wil placed his hands on your hips and softly pulled on the fabric of the nightgown you were already wearing. He exposed the soft flesh of your thighs and your ass before letting his hands wander all over. You could feel through your underwear that he was getting hard under his own. You smirked at that and started to kiss him with even more passion, assaulting his mouth with your tongue, making him whimper under you. Your hands moved to his jaw now, cupping his face to hold it in place while you were devouring his lips.

Your hips started to move, humping his erection in circles as you started to moan into his mouth. You could feel the shivers going down his body at your movements – it never took much for Wil to be like that for you. So desperate, nearly pathetically but you’d never call it this way. He was just devoted to you and he worshipped the ground you were walking on. To have you pleasuring him was always turning him into a whiny mess who would stare up at you lovingly. Meanwhile, when it was him on top of you, he would always try his hardest to make you feel good. He was a giver and a pleaser – not that you wanted to complain about that.

But now it was time for him to receive all of your sweet loving. You moved his hands up and helped him to get rid of your nightgown completely before throwing it on the floor. Then you placed his big hands on your breasts and Wil squeezed them immediately as you smiled.

You broke the kiss again because of the slight lack of oxygen and you caressed his hair while moaning softly at the friction his erection was giving to your needy pussy.

“You feel so good, my love, so good,” you assured him.

The praise was enough to feel that his cock started to leak precum. You smiled at that but didn’t want to tease him.

“Here, let me…” You took his underwear off and freed his hard, achy cock. The tip was swollen and drooling. “Let me take care of that mess, baby,” you cooed to him and adjusted yourself on his lap to grab his length and start pumping it slowly.

You watched Wil’s pretty eyes fluttering and rolling to the back of his head as he threw his head back. His hands still played with your breasts and pulled on your nipples that made you moan each time. Broken whimpers were leaving his lips whenever you would run your thumb across the wet tip of his cock and your free hand caressed the muscles of his chest.

“You’re such a pretty boy,” you praised him and felt more of his precum spurting out onto your hand. You gasped audibly at that as Wil whined. “Oh, my darling…” You leaned in to pepper his face with tiny little kisses. “My sweet, sweet boy…”

You moved up slightly and pressed your clothed hot pussy to the wet tip of his cock. Your hand, still wrapped around his length, began to rub yourself with it. Wil forced his eyes to open as he kept watching you in awe with his mouth slightly open and hazy eyes.

“You want to feel my pussy, baby?” You asked him sweetly between heavy gasps. “You have to ask for it, my love.”

You loved to tease him like that although you needed him inside of you just as much.

“P-please,” Wil whined and lowered his hands from your breasts to your hips to help your movements.

“Good boy,” you praised him.

“Please,” he whimpered and you could see how his eyes filled with tears.

At that delicious sight, you decided to stop torturing him and you moved up to remove your own underwear as fast as possible. When you were both finally naked, you grabbed his cock and guided it into your pussy. Lowering yourself slowly on his length, you were getting drunk on Wil’s whimpers. His hands kept squeezing your hips to help you and tears of pleasure escaped his eyes.

“Aw, baby, shh,” you shushed him once you were seated. You moved closer to his body, carefully, making sure you wouldn’t cause him pain by accident. 

Wil wrapped his strong arms around your body and hid his face in your chest, between your breasts. You kissed the top of his head and began to slowly bounce on his cock. He moaned and clinged to you as you started to chase your highs. Your soft moans filled the air while you rocked on his cock up and down and back and forth with your hands on Wil’s shoulders. You held onto them to keep steady and occasionally scratched his skin there gently.

“You’re such a good boy to me, baby,” you assured him when you felt his hips needily bucking up into you for more. It was making you feel dizzy since his cock was hitting your sweet spot each time. “Such a good boy,” you added.

Wil turned his head and kissed your breast while you caressed his cheek softly and picked up your pace.

“I want to protect you from everything, baby,” you whispered and held his head delicately as if he could break if you pressed too hard.

Because sometimes you were scared of that, actually – he was so sweet and so good that you were scared he was not real and if you squeezed him too tight, he would disappear.

The moves of his hips became more chaotic now and after a few rougher thrusts, he spilled himself inside of you with a loud, shaky moan, hiding his face between your tits again. The sight and the sound alongside the feeling of all the shivers going down his body was enough to make you reach your high, too. You buried your face in his hair and came hard, squeezing his spent cock with a whimper and fingernails digging into his shoulders.

You stayed like that for a while, catching your breaths. You could feel him softening slowly inside of you but your skins were so sticky from sweat that you didn’t want to pull away from him at all. However, eventually, you had to.

Wil leaned back onto the pillows again and his eyes rolled back with a sigh. You chuckled at that and stood up to grab a cloth and wash yourselves although your legs were shaky now.

“Do you feel better now, baby?” You asked him with a sweet smile when he forced his eyes to open and focus them on you.

“You’re an angel, sweetheart,” he praised you.

You smiled at the words and dropped the cloth onto the floor before crawling up on the bed and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Always watching over you, darling,” you assured him.

MASTERLIST

[bin1es]

austin butler as wil ohmsford

the shannara chronicles (season 1, episode 1)

[butlervibesonly]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 |PART TWO| Wil Ohmsford

• Summary: You never thought you would reveal the real secret of your escaping. But now that you are stuck with Wil – nothing else matters.

• Pairing: Wil Ohmsford x human! reader

• Warnings: just fluff? I don’t know yall, maybe slow falling for Wil and backwards

Sleep took over your body really hard. You have been sleeping all night and all in Wil’s arms. And he hasn’t moved at all. But now he must. Carefully, he shifts his arm, trying not to wake you up, but the absence of warmth must stir, as you let out a soft sigh. You are waking up.

Your eyes flutter open, slow and groggy with sleep. It takes you a moment to focus, to realize where you actually are. A breath holds between you and Wil. Your gaze flickers from his chest to his face, and for the first time, he wonders what you see when you look at him, being all aware of surroundings around without being absolutely tired.

He expects you to pull away, to escape his arms, to stutter out an apology. But you don’t. You only blink sleepily, the smallest furrow forming between your brows, as if your mind is still trying to catch up. “Mmm…You’re warm,” you mumble.

He doesn’t know what to say to that. He should say something. Shift away maybe… Try to break the moment before it settles into something neither of you are prepared for. But then you do something he doesn’t expect. You relax even more in his arms.

Not a slightest hint of hesitation, not embarrassment. Just trust. Just like he wished earlier this morning. It still unravels something in him, something he has no name for.

“You should keep resting,” he says warmly. “Your leg still needs time.” You hum softly, closing your eyes again. And then, perhaps because you’re still half asleep, or perhaps because you simply want to, you snuggle closer. Not much, but enough so that your head pokes his chin.

He exhales slowly, steadying himself against the way his jaw clenches. He should stop this. He should move. But he doesn’t. He feels the bunch of butterflies explode in his stomach. Wil lets his hand rest lightly against your back, tracing patterns on the fabric of your shirt.

He notices you are still wearing the old, dirty and probably even ruined clothes from earlier and he thinks for a while. “Your clothes are ruined… I can borrow you something from my closet.” he whispers and you open your eyes. “Wil… You've sacrificed enough for me, you can't even lend me yours…”

“I can,” he steps in. He looks down at you and smiles. “It’s just clothes, Y/n. I can get new ones.” Wil eventually sits up from bed and walks to search for something for you to wear. He find his old shirt and some tight shirt. “You could have this as a… skirt if you’re okay with it.”

You nod and Wil grabs his scissors to cut the top of the shirt to make it a skirt. He then hands it to you. “Here,” he says warmly. “I- uh.. I won’t look. I will make something for you to eat, you must be starving.” he adds and walks to the kitchen to leave you some privacy.

You start to change, carefully around your leg cause it aches as hell. He hears your whining, and as much as he wants to turn and help you - he can’t. Once you are changed you lay back in the bed and glance at Wil.

The bed suddenly feels colder without Wil in it. The air is thick with the scent of something warm, something rich and savory, and your stomach clenches in response of it. It’s only then that when you realize how truly hungry you are. How long you’ve gone without a real meal.

You push yourself up slowly, wincing as the ache pulses through your leg. A sign that the healing salve and rest have already begun to work. Wil stands in the kitchen, still back turned to you. The golden light of morning catches the sharp angles of his face, highlighting the quiet focus in his expression.

“You can cook?” you ask as you watch him move in the kitchen gracefully. Wil glances over his shoulder, his gaze sweeping over you like he’s rethinking whether you should even be sitting up. “You need to eat...”

Slowly, you shift to the edge of the bed, testing your weight before attempting to stand. You barely make it halfway before his voice cuts through the room. “Y/n, don’t.” You freeze at his sudden sharp tone.

Wil is already moving towards you. He stops beside you before you can protest, his hands hovering near your arms, ready to help you if needed. “You shouldn’t be walking on that leg. Not yet,” he says, his tone much softer now.

You sigh as he leads you carefully to the bed. “I can’t just lie there forever!” Wil’s gaze softens as he looks at you with those blu eyes you love so much already. “You can, actually...” Then, as if deciding there’s no point in arguing, he walks back to the kitchen and serve a soup into the bowl.

He hands it to you without a word, then sits beside you on the bed, his arms resting on his knee. Wil is quiet. He seems to have something on his mind that he simply can’t say out loud.

When he glances at you, he sees you gobbling down your soup so quickly, as if you've never eaten anything in your entire life. The warmth spreads through you instantly, the rich flavors grounding you in a way you didn’t expect. “You didn’t have to do all this,” you murmur after a few slow sips.

He looks at you, his eyes roaming over you. “I did.” Something in your chest flutters as he says it. There’s something unspoken in the space between you, something that lingers in the way he watches you, the way he stays close…

“It tastes good,” you say eventually, if only to break the tension. His lips twitch almost into the smile you like so much . “I am glad,” he says, looking down at his feet. “I don’t get chances of cooking for someone, so… Glad I have this opportunity.”

And for some reason, that makes your cheek flutter. You focus on eating, pretending not to notice the way his gaze lingers on you. You can’t say why he looks at you like this. Whether it’s because he is thinking how long will you stay or how shortly you will stay.

Or something else? Wil hasn’t moved, hasn’t pulled away. And even though he says nothing, you can feel that there is something in his eyes. Something you can’t read but can see.

You set the empty bowl aside and glance at him. Wil watches every single move you do. Almost as if he’s studying you, though not in the way one examines a patient, no… This is something else. “Thank you,” you say softly, wiping the soup from your lips.

He nods and smiles. Finally he smiles again. “You needed it.” Wil’s words are simple, but they stir something in you. Butterflies or something. You never got such an attention and care ever before. And that simply settles something in you the way you can’t explain.

You shift, ignoring the way your leg protests. His gaze at your legs that is now exposed to him due to the skirt he created for you. “You should not overdo yourself.” he says as he checks on your leg.

After a while Wil stands up. You almost think he is going to leave you there or something. But he doesn’t. Instead, he moves to the shelf along the wall, looking through some glass jars that includes herbs and other ingredients. Then he returns with a small cup and hands it to you.

“What’s this?” you ask, looking at it. It smells just like his hut, herbal. “Something to help you rest, Y/n.” You eye the drink, considering his offer. “I slept so much already I-”

“You’re healing,” he interrupts gently, placing a hand on your knee. “And you still haven’t fully recovered from the days you went without sleep, you need to gain as much energy as possible.” The way he says it… so gently and carefully. You take a sip, the taste of chamomile and honey sweet and soft.

“I can sit there with you until it starts its effect…” he offers after you drink it. Purpose of this drink is not to make your heart beats fast, is it? Until you realize what Wil just said. You lower the cup slightly, looking up at him. “Wil… You are very kind but… You don’t have to do all of this….”

“I know.” he says quickly. “But I want to.” He wants to. He wants to do all of this. He needs to. You feel warmth spreading through your heart. It’s not just about the tea, or the way he’s been taking care of you. It’s about the way he stays. He never left your side unless necessary.

You settle back in the bed, still watching him as he pulls his chair closer, sitting beside the bed once more again. The room is quiet except for the faint crackle of the fire and occasional bird chirping from outside. After a while of thinking you ask what you wanted to for a while. “Why are you doing all of this?”

Wil doesn’t respond right away, not even look at you. His fingers are tracing the grain of the wooden armrest. When he finally meets your gaze, there’s something softer there, something you’re not sure he has ever let you see before.

“Because you need someone, Y/n.” he says simply. “And I want to be that someone for you.” There is nothing dramatic about the way he says it. No hesitation, no uncertainty. Just quiet truth. Wil says it so simply that you don’t even what to believe it.

Actually… You don’t even know how to respond to that. So instead, you take another sip of tea, pretending not to notice the way your fingers tremble slightly against the cup.

The evening shifts in after you have been sleeping whole afternoon. The fire crackles softly, casting flickering shadows across the walls as you’ve seen yesterday. You sit in Wil’s bed, your leg still propped up on a small cushion. Wil’s care has done you well. Your strength is returning, and the pain has dulled to an ache rather than a sharp reminder of your broken bone.

You let out a soft sigh, feeling lighter than you have in a long time. You feel so satisfied, or at least you think you do until you run your fingers through your hair and feel the tangled mess it’s become. This is how Wil sees me, you think for yourself.

You groan under your breath, trying to untangle the knots. Wil, who is working on something in his kitchen, notices. He gaze at you and see that you struggle with your hair.

Without a word, he disappears for a moment and returns with a wooden comb in his hand. He stands in front of you, looking at you with a smile. “Turn around.” You just look at him, blinking confusedly. “What?”

His grip tighten around the brush nervously, but his face remains unreadable. “You’re struggling… Let me.” You are still surprised by his offer. Letting him do this feels…strange. But the way he says it makes you turn without another word.

You feel as Wil sits behind you, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his body at your back. He takes the comb closer to your hair and starts. The first stroke is careful, not wanting it to be weird. He begins at your ends, stroking through the tangles without pulling. His fingers brush against the back of your neck accidentally, slightly, but enough to send a shiver down your spine.

Wil pauses when he notices. “Did I hurt you?”

“N-No.” you stutter. After your reassurance he continues. There is deadly silence between the two of you except for the sound of the comb gliding through your hair. Each stroke is patient, and there’s something so soothing about it. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to relax under his touch. Not forget to mention — Wil may seem to be so natural in this but he never combed a girl’s hair ever before.

And he is the first boy to ever brush your hair. When he is done he sets to comb aside on the bed. “There,” he says quietly. You turn slightly to look at him over your shoulder. “Thank you so much.”

Wil smiles at you for a moment before he nods. “Come sit by the fire. You’ve been resting all day,” he says suddenly. “You deserve to breathe some fresh air too.”

He stands, offering his arm to help you. You take his offer, trying to ignore the way your hand fit so easily against his. Almost as if it was made for it. Wil helps you walk, and carefully watches your steps so that you don’t push much pressure on your leg.

You both sit by the fire, the flames casting warm light over his sharp features. The night sky is full of stars that you have seen during those sleepless nights. Now they look much prettier. You glance at Wil and he doesn’t speak right away, letting the silence set between you as he throws you a blanket.

You realize that you haven’t told him why did he found you like this. Restless, hopeless and without a destination to reach. You pull the blanket around yourself, staring into the fire and you know he is waiting for your explanation. “I ran away...”

Wil furrows his eyebrows, but doesn’t look surprised. “Why? If I may ask.” You hesitate, not knowing how frankly this will sound. You’ve carried this secret for so long, convinced no one would understand. But here, with him, you feel like the words can finally escape your heart.

“I wanted some freedom,” you start. “I’ve been told what to do my whole life, what or how to be. I wasn’t much allowed to make my own choices. I was dictated where I’d live, who I’d marry, what kind of life I’d have. I didn’t want that. So I left.” you exhale.

You glance at Wil, expecting him to start laughing at your naivety. But there’s nothing like that. His face remains still, but there’s something in his eyes. Something deeper, maybe understanding.

“So you’ve been alone ever since?” he asks. You nod and tuck yourself in the blanket. “I thought it would be easier. I didn’t expect how exhausting it would be. How lonely I’d: become.” His gaze flickers into the fire and for a long moment, he doesn’t speak.

“You’re not alone, anymore.” Wil replies to you softly. The words are simple, but there is something of much more behind them. You don’t know what to say to that, again, so you just watch him. He is even more precious. Should you stay, or… should you go?

Note: you guys might think I lost my mind, writing two fics in two days but the love I hold for Wil?

UNDENIABLE.

[psycheetamore]

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