#healing magic back but at what cost.......i need to go back and look at the footage again

[kirkwallguy]

Um. if potions are an ability. and there are the potion pots in the environment to heal us. does that mean that we don't have like. poultices or bombs or anything anymore.

[surielstea]

Life Debts

Eris Week day 3: Healing

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eris comes to Reader for a sleeping tonic, but she has run out, so they find other ways to find enough exhaustion for sleep.

Warnings: Smut | 18+ | Minors DNI | Creampie | teasing | p in v | penetration | he’s so hot pls I need him so badly

A. Note: this wasn’t originally going to be smut but I love to spoil you guys soo 🎀🎀

4k words.

My heart pounded against my ribs at the sound of warriors preparing for battle. Mentally, I wasn't ready to watch all the soldiers lose their life, I didn't think I'd ever be, the male whom I could not save, no matter how much I tried.

I was in the midst of creating a basic salve used for deeper gashes that didn't require stitches, the ointment taking effect long enough to fight off any infection as well as numb the pain.

I was grinding different plants with magical properties into the mortar when a familiar red-headed general came into my tent, clutching his side.

I give the lordling a very disappointed look. "Don't start," He warned, holding up his other hand before I could begin complaining.

"Those stitches took me forever and you've already broken them? It hasn’t even been a full day.” I begin to complain anyway.

He walked with such a casual grace, even with a splitting wound in his side, he did not falter. He sat on my workbench silently. I sighed. "What happened?"

"Training with the others, we leave at dawn and some of my soldiers are paranoid. I was only trying to help them take the edge off." He argued and I shook my head, gathering my medical bag and plopping it down onto the desk beside him.

"You're too careless." I reprimand, beginning to unbutton his simple tunic that would usually have armor over it, slowly revealing more and more of his chest.

I steel my features. I've been cutting clothes off wounded soldiers my whole life, it was nothing to marvel at— but the blush on my cheeks said otherwise.

"Careless? Or did I just want an excuse to come and see my favorite healer in all the lands?" He suggests and I flick my eyes up at him, sending him a glare.

"You don't need an excuse to see me," I mumble softly, finishing with his tunic and pulling it off his arms. He was fully capable of doing it himself, and I probably should've let him, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't like the feel of his warm skin brushing my fingertips.

"No, but I did need an excuse for you to take my clothes off," He says in a snarky tone and I swallow thickly, rummaging through the medical pack for something to clean his wound with.

I hated him. Not because he was cruel to me, or because of who his father is, but because he made me feel so helpless. I've been patching men up with worse wounds than this for centuries, and yet he had me fumbling with a pack of gauze nervously like some novice.

Anxiety was a healer's worst fear because a single slip up or jerk of hand could cost a man his life. And yet he made me so damned tense every time he was too close.

I somehow managed to conjure a clean cloth covered in antiseptic that I could clean his deep wound with.

He'd be fine, but it'd be uncomfortable for a while. He hisses as the cloth comes to his wound and eases to the side.

I ignore him as I pull the cloth away and grab the sterilized needle and silk thread. My hand is perfectly steady as I begin restitching the wound. "Stop squirming," I grumble.

"Are you trying to make it hurt?" He gritted through clenched teeth.

"You're the one who went and opened your wound after I so graciously healed you." I snarl.

"Well it wasn't as if I asked to—" He was cut off by a particularly deep prick. "Gods, do you hate me?" He seethed and I smiled slightly. Good, it was easier if he hated me. "I do," I hum softly, almost weakly, tuning out all his hisses and groans as I focus on his torso, the suture coming together and helping meld his flesh back together.

I owed my life to Eris, he had saved me from his father's tents and the men he kept around. I had just healed one of the High Lord's commanders when he tried to repay me with what he thought I wanted, typical male pride leading him to believe that doing my job and caring for his wounds was coming onto him. Eris had stopped it and took me to where his battalion stayed, they were a lot kinder, for war mongrels that is. I hadn't expected it meant that I was now his personal healer, but here we were.

"I don't understand you," He mumbled out of the blue and I crease my brows, but don't look away from what I was doing. "You say you hate me, and yet you heal me with delicate hands." He mumbles, perplexed at my opposing sides.

I couldn't offer an explanation, because I too was often confused by my actions. I tried to say it was because I owed him but, I don't, not anymore at least. Then I tried to argue that it was immoral to let a man bleed, but even that didn't feel right. There was a foreign feeling in the pit of my stomach that only ever appeared when he was around, it was something like longing or reverence but it felt deeper than that, it felt like a connection, and seeing him hurt sent my blood boiling that my body willed no other choice but to heal him.

I shrug. "It's my job," I settle on saying. "You pay me, so I have to help you. But no one likes their boss," I say with a huff, not fully believing my own words as I tie off the silk thread and finish with his wound.

"No, no because you're worried about me." He shakes his head and I risk a glance at his amber eyes. "Of course, I'm worried about you," I swallow thickly, unwrapping a pad of gauze and wrapping it around his torso as an extra layer of protection, just in case.

"And if you die at dawn, if I find you on that battlefield I'll revive you," I finish tying off the gauze and look at him with a stubborn expression. "I'll find a way to bring you back, just so I can kill you myself. Understand?" I raise a brow at him and he smirks, standing from the workbench— which makes me crane my neck back.

"How romantic of you," His sultry smile doesn't ease as he tugs his shirt back on. "Perhaps I will die just so I can see the lengths you'll go to bring me back," He purrs and I frown at even taunting me about it, the idea made me so ill that I thought I might hurl.

I grip his shirt in my fist, silently begging. "Don't," I whisper. "Please, don't die." My voice nearly quivers but I will it to remain steady.

He gives me a sloppy smirk and he swoops down, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek and before I can even get the chance to process it he's pulling away.

"Have a little faith in your general, would you?" He arched a brow and the confidence in his voice makes me think he genuinely split his stitches on purpose, just so he could tell me not to worry.

"I'm sure I'll see you in here later," He says and I swallow thickly. I didn't want to, I never wanted him in these healing tents again because he was hurt. I wanted him to be rid of me and alive, rather than in pain and with me.

"Be safe." That is all I can reply with before he pulls back the flap of my tent and exits the space that now feels all too small without him in it.

The knock on my door makes me startle up from bed. I hadn't been sleeping anyway, the aftereffects of war had taken their toll on my mind, if I fell asleep I'd be reliving the bloodshed, seeing the faces of the men who I couldn't save, hearing the screams and pleads for mercy below the battle cries.

I swallowed down my nausea and slipped out of bed, padding on the cold marble towards the door. I swing it open, revealing a familiar redhead, shirtless.

"Don't tell me you split your stitches again?" I groan, looking at his abdomen where his wound was, bandages still intact and recently changed. I smile softly, at least he was taking care of it. My eyes flick back up to his.

"No, no I can't sleep," He muttered. "Do you have a tonic or something?" He scratched the side of his neck and I shifted on my feet, looking back to my room where all of my vials of sleeping tonic were emptied and discarded along my bedside table.

"I'm out, but I can make some real quick," I say, I was planning on doing it in the morning but he seemed that he might collapse without another night's rest. "Come in," I pull the door open wider.

He steps into my small suite, closing the door behind him.

I tiredly stumbled over to the window sill where plants and roots were lined in jars. "You can't sleep either?" The Lord asks, looking around my rooms curiously as if he's never stepped foot in the healers' quarters before.

"There's no point," I say while collecting the herbs and oils needed to make the tonic before dumping them all down onto my work table haphazardly. "It just results in night terrors," I confess, too tired to put a wall up.

His eyes flick back to me, and I can feel them raking up my figure. I hadn't realized I was in a short nightgown until I felt his gaze on my bare legs and arms, the fabric hanging high at my thighs. I ignore the feeling slinking up my spine and begin crushing dried leaves under my palm, then grinding them in a mortar.

He stalked closer, standing behind me now and peering over my shoulder. I could feel the heat rolling off of his shirtless body, but he didn't make contact.

"Have you tried any other methods, of trying to sleep?" He asks, his voice low with exhaustion. I dare a glance back at him, and immediately regret it. His amber eyes seemed to look right through me, to my soul.

I was suddenly very aware of the fact that we were alone in my chambers, both of us wearing far too little, and standing far too close. "Like what?"

His low laugh caught me by surprise, a deep and velvety sound that filled the room and lingered for a moment longer than it should have. He moved forward, leaning his hands against the work table and trapping me between his arms. He towered over me, so much so that I was forced to crane my neck up to keep his gaze. His scent filled me to my very core, cinnamon and clove and crackling campfires. "Well, a lonely bed certainly isn't helpful when trying to get some rest," He suggests and I avert my gaze and turn back around.

His breath was against my neck as I continued to work, quicker than before, my movements almost panicked.

He seemed to notice the shift in pace or perhaps scented my mix of arousal and tenseness. "Are you nervous, Fawn?" He asked and I swallowed down the lump in my throat. "I'm just— just tired," I shake my head, attempting to convince myself more than him. It wasn't a lie, but it surely wasn't the reason my hands shook.

His deep chuckle rang again and suddenly the room was freezing and he was the only warmth, my fingers ached to reach back and touch him. He leans closer, his bare chest pressing against my shoulder blades. I knew he heard my breath subtly increasing, my pulse pounding. "Is that why your heart is beating so fast?" He purred, the sound just beside my ear.

I didn't reply, focused on bottling the thick liquid in the small vial.

Before he can move any closer I whirl around to face him, plugging the vial with a cork and shoving it into his chest. "Finished." I smile gently.

His eyes don't leave mine as he takes the small bottle from me, his hand brushing mine. "Thank you," He said softly.

"You're welcome." I nodded, but didn't move, not that I could get far, I was still caged by his proximity.

Eris knew deep down he should pull away, and give you space during these trying times, but he's never been good at doing the right things, so instead he advanced and his hands moved to my hips.

"If this tonic doesn't work, there's surely another way we could find sleep, yes?" He arches a brow and I shift under his stare, the warmth of his fingertips seemingly burning through the silk of my nightgown.

"Surely," I whisper softly, looking up at him with only one intention being expressed in my eyes.

His eyes darkened at my reply, and one of his hands lowered, past my hip down to my thigh, to the hem of my nightgown. "And would you, my healer, be open to that second option?" He tilts his head, cocking it in a way that was more animal than man.

"In the name of science, or for our own selfish purposes?" I ask, attempting to ignore the way he was toying with the hem of my flimsy nightgown, and the heady scent of my need for him spreading throughout the room.

He smirked and leaned closer, breath mingling as his lips ghosted over your jaw as he said, "Can't it be both?" Into the shell of my ear. A shiver ran down my spine at the intense need that rocked through me. His hand on my waist moved, to my jaw, my chin in his hand as he angled his head up towards me.

"Or would you prefer only for our selfish, pleasurable reasons?" He suggests and my stomach knots. I willed myself to push him away, to tell him that he was a lord and I was little more than a servant. But I couldn't. He smiled at my lack of reply. "Go on Fawn, tell me," He prompts with a foxlike smirk that sent my insides fluttering with butterflies. "What do you want?"

He waited for my words to come, it'd be so easy to pin me to this work table and begin worshipping me, but he reeled in his most animalistic instincts and waited patiently for me to form my thoughts into words.

"You," I finally manage to get out. "I want you to touch me," I say, shame tinting my cheeks pink.

He smirks. "Where do you want me to touch you?" He tilts his head mockingly and my stomach coils. "Here?" He asks, his hand dipping beneath my slip and gripping my thigh. "Or," His thumb inches closer to my core. "Here?" He suggests, brushing over the seam of my panties.

"There," I plead, a gasp shuddering through me. His smile grows into something feral as he feels the way I was pressing my thighs together, wanting so desperately to have his touch.

"Yeah?" He purrs, adjusting so that his two longest fingers pressed into my clothed folds, just enough pressure to tease. It was an effort not to grind down onto the touch.

"You've ruined these panties, my girl, and I've barely touched you," He whispers, his lips ghosting mine. I let out a soft sigh when he rubs my covered pussy. I ached to get the barrier of my soaked underwear off, but he was enjoying this, seeing me restrain from writhing down on his hand.

"Please," I whimper softly. "Please, take them off," I say with a raw tenderness in my voice that sent the male into a spiral of lust and desire.

"You're sure? Once we start I doubt I'll be able to stop," He warns and my nerves set alight at that.

"I'm sure," I nod hurriedly.

The confirmation was all he needed to hear before his lips attached to mine, prying my mouth open and pushing his tongue in to taste me thoroughly. The hand that had been on my chin moved to the back of my head, pulling me in deeper as he claimed my mouth.

It was marvelous, all the tension that had been between us these past few weeks was breaking, finally snapping in two the moment his lips met mine.

I shivered as he pulled at my panties, the resounding rip of fabric echoing throughout the room as the cloth fell from my hips. He drank in every soft sound I made, devouring it and swallowing the noise down greedily.

"My girl," he whispers into my mouth and I let out a sultry moan as his fingers finally delved between my dripping folds.

"Eris," I sighed as his thumb pressed onto my clit. My hands came to his shoulders, digging my nails into the bare skin as he pushed my nightgown up my thighs, bunching it at my hips.

His middle finger traced lazy circles around my neglected entrance and I shivered. "No, no Eris," I panted out and his hand immediately retracted. I grabbed his wrist, not letting him get far.

"What's wrong?" He asks with furrowed brows and I shake my head.

"I want your cock," I beg softly and I swore for a moment his eyes went golden. "I don't want to wait, I need you inside of me," I say, my pleas falling from my lips shamelessly.

"Turn around then," He ordered and my heart rate fluttered.

I do as he says, hinging myself over the work table as he thrashes off his pants and everything else beneath them until we are both bare and needy for each other. He pushed up my dress higher, exposing my backside and I swore a growl rumbled from him.

He gripped my hips tightly, and when his hardened length pressed into my folds I let out a quivering moan, my slick dripping onto him as a natural lubricant. I roll my hips down onto his pulsing cock, my hips digging into the edge of the desk.

"Gods you're dripping," He said, his voice half a groan. "All for me," He smiles and I nod hastily, clenching around nothing as I impatiently wait for his penetration.

After a few more drags of his cock he aligns with my aching core, and without another word, slowly pushes into me.

I mewl loudly as the thick head of his cock stretches me wide, the rest of him filling me to the brim.

"You're so, damned tight," He grunted out as I took every inch of him into me with greedy pleasure. My back bows as he finally sheathed fully inside of me, his hips digging into the plushness of my ass.

"You— you can move," I nod after a moment of adjusting, struggling to form the words due to how he was forming my walls around him, molding me to fit him.

"Tap the desk twice if it's too much, yeah?" He says and I nod in understanding.

He then begins to slowly pull out, then thrust back in, stuffing himself back inside of me.

A soft moan escapes me with every roll of his hips, his speed steadily increasing. He grew faster and faster, rougher until the table was creaking breath the weight and my thighs were pressing into the sharp edges of it. But I barely felt the pain, too caught up in the pleasure of his thick cock buried inside of me.

He finally set on a brutal pace, his length dragging through my walls and toying with that sensitive spot that left me a drooling, whining mess. My body bounced against the cold table painfully, but it was all pleasure when it came to him. "Eris," I gasped and he threw his head back, his fingers digging into the skin of my waist, so possessive I wouldn't be surprised if I found marks come the morning.

"Fuck, say my name again Fawn," He groans and I do, with every thrust, it was his name coming from my lips. "Louder, I want this whole castle knowing who's making you feel this good," He drawls.

I screamed his name, my feet slowly lifting me from the ground as he lost control and began to push me up the table with his thrusts. My toes barely brushed the floor when he pressed my hips down onto the desk, preventing me from writhing any further.

I arched my back and he leaned over me, his sweat-slicked chest pressing to my shoulders. The new angle made him press into a spot deep inside of me that made my vision blur. I clamped down onto his pulsing length and he smiled against my neck, his teeth grazing over my pulse point. "That's it, squeeze my cock just like that," He instructs and I shakily gasp as I keep a leash on my building release.

"I'm close," I warn and he nips at my skin with his sharp canines, not enough to draw blood but enough to inflict pain.

"I know baby, me too," He confesses softly, fucking me wildly with reckless abandon.

"Come inside," I pleaded and his control snapped.

"You sure?" His voice bordered on a growl.

"It's okay 'm on a contraceptive," I murmur. "Just, fill me Eris." I plead and any sliver of restraint he had left disappeared at those final three words.

"Come for me, come on my cock baby," He grunts out through a clenched jaw, and as if by his command, my release crashed through me. My vision hazed as I reached my peak, my very bones singing with the feeling of ecstasy.

His climax quickly followed mine due to the way I convulsed and twitched around him. His cock pulsed violently as his warm come unloads into my womb, still thrusting and pushing it deeper into me, seeping into every crevice ensuring every last drop was nestled inside me.

Eris buried his face into the crook of my neck, his breathing hitching as my quiet moans filled the room. I slowly came down from my high and relaxed onto the work table, my fingers shaky as I planted them down onto the wood. He pressed a soft kiss to the bite mark he had most likely left, the gentle touch rivaling his earlier roughness.

"You did so well," He praised, kissing up to my jaw. My heart swelled at the intimate movement, the kissing somehow seeming more damning than what took place only moments ago.

Ever so slowly he pulls out from my overstimulated entrance. I press my thighs together at the absence of him and he guides me away from the desk, into his arms as he swoops me up bridal style. My eyes droop with exhaustion as I burrow into his warm chest.

"No sleeping yet, I'm going to get you cleaned up first," He ordered and I let out a low whine in protest and he chuckled, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, then one to the tip of my nose, then finally my lips. Weakly I kissed back, my hand coming up to kiss cheek. He bit my lower lip and I smiled at the sensation.

He pulled back and I looked up at him adoringly. "You keep staring at me like that and we're definitely not sleeping tonight," He said and I smirked but averted my gaze and leaned onto his shoulder, allowing him to carry me into my bathing chambers where he drew me a hot bath and cleaned me up.

We both slept in each other's arms last night, a deep slumber encasing us, and for the first time in weeks, I didn't have any nightmares, not when Eris's arms kept me warm throughout the night, reminding me I was safe now.

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[echoesofwisdomcountup]

ONCE AGAIN 27 DAYS LEFT. Here is the new Trailer.

My thoughts in order:

Rip Zelda loosing her dad to the rift too

Into the rift we go and OMG SHADOW LYNEL

The Still World looks so cool. It gives me Twilight Princess vibes because of the petrified people.

Rude I wanted to see Zelda open up the chest

Setting the tree on fire and moving it was creative. I like the little taste of puzzles they are showing us.

Did Zelda… did she take a nap during the boss fight?? LMAO. I wonder if it heals you like when you sit in Skyward Sword. Zelda sleeping in the middle of battle and Link eating a three course meal in the middle of battle. I love them. (edit: It is for healing. Someone has informed me that you can hear the healing noise happen then and her hearts go up.)

All the environments look so fun. Still World regions that possibly reflect the overworked regions. I want to discover their secrets.

Boss Key chest spotted!!

A moving platform echo? How interesting.

Oh what was that spiral wind enemy? Not sure I recognized that one.

Not the angler fish out of water oof. If it works it works

Zelda you almost dipped ur toes in lava

Was that a jelly fish echo?? When she went up the water spout thing?

SWORD FIGHTER FORM (cough For everyone complaining about Zelda not having a sword, I bet you’re feeling foolish now huh cough)

Zelda in Link’s clothes and she’s holding the sword in her left hand and even does the little hyah

The hyah sounds like an echo, like I can hear Link's voice too. It’s like Zelda is channeling the spirit of Link. I freaking love it. 10/10 decision Nintendo

Hmm energy collection. It’s like the magic gauge. Also I wonder what the Lv 1 is for. Does that mean you can upgrade the size of the bar??

DAMPE IS BACK. Oh he’s making robots now? Good for him. Wonder how much they’ll cost tho.

What the heck was that slime monster thing?

Acorn guy… not as bad as tingle

Dojo Master (ah he’s back again). Wait why is the katana in the back sparkling? Can you use echo on it?

Parachute?? Oo do we get one?

GERUDO!! GORONS!! CATS!! GREAT FAIRIES!!

SHE CAN HIDE IN A POT

Did that water slime thing get bigger in the rain? Wonder what kinda puzzle that’s for

Yes fairy in a bottle

Oh shit they brought Volga back. Nice

PUPPET LINK!! WHAT HAVE I BEEN SAYING. LITERALLY JUST REBLOGGED THAT ANIMATION LESS THAN A WEEK AGO AND BEEN HOPING FOR THIS. WE CALLED IT GUYS.

In conclusion, I need this game right now.

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

WHICH GODDESS FREQUENCY IS CALLING YOU? PICK A CHARACTER.

Hey! So today is a beautiful venusian day. And every venus day I love to express gratitude to the goddess flow. I picked four from egyptian mythology and wanted to do something connected to the energy.

Alright. So lets begin :)

GROUP 1 - BASTET

You are being called to higher ground. You're absorbing too much of other peoples bullshit and boundaries are needed. Peasants are trying to take your charm and your beauty as it is a priceless energy. She's connected to you through your joy and need for stability. Your energy is heighten when alone, and giving yourself time off from things that are exhausting you are important. The Emperor card comes up in the reading for you as a way to give you justice as karma is coming for the ones who tried to break you. Bastet doesn't play hard to get, she doesn't play the fool is all. She's not one to be taken lightly however, and needs you to remember who the fuck you are. Dont quit. Dont beg. And make them wait for it. Ase!

GROUP 2 - SEKHMET - Goddess of the underworld. Scary dreams brought to reality.

Those nightmares are from the unconscious realm. Your fears are wanting to have a dance with you, will you let them? You're being called into the underworld, to process the magic you carry in your psyche and bringing it to the other realities you're scared to walk away from. Your truth is connected to your sexuality, can you let yourself live for once? Secretive by nature, don't let anyone in unless they worked for it. Open books in this group this may have cost you a bit. Be more open about your day to day life, not your private one. Choose wisely. Speak wisely, and open the door for your psychic gifts to pull thru. That fear your feeling as well as that paralyzing sensation when going fast to sleep is your subconscious mind astral traveling and going into other realms of consciousness. Have a light snack or some lavender tea before bed and allow yourself to do some breathing exercises to relax your body before sleeping. This will prepare your body and mind for the astral travel. God Bless.

GROUP 3 - ISIS - THE GREAT MOTHER

You are being called to dance with the great Isis. She is calling all the mothers to awaken their divine essence and grace the world with your remarkable beauty. Your guidance is needed as the world heals from the war and trauma everyone is being induced with. Women and children are needing your help and in some way or form your gifts are the catalyst to stopping the wars inside of our bodies.

ISIS is asking for you to have more boundaries around you and your space. Like your friends in group one, you're priceless beauty can be taken advantaged of if you are not careful. You guys take a lot of time into building your self up so why allow others to bring you back down? You guys have a spiky tongue, only use it when necessary. Know your boundaries as well as your opponent. If they cross them then karma is surely about to deliver. Do not worry about the aftermath, it's exactly what they had coming.

GROUP 4 - HATHOR - Covered In Chocolate. Venus. Restoring Beauty. Divine Counterpart.

There is a sweetness coming into this reading that I adore. Art, sex, and sensuality are a theme for this group. You guys love interest may be the one, and it might need some boldness on your end as well as some patience. Be ready for the ride or die acquaintance that will be coming in very soon. Hathor wants you guys to appreciate the finer things in life instead of worrying about every little detail. Enjoy the fruits of your labor and take some time to live like the divine empress that you are! Take it easy on yourself these next few months doll face. The girls are looking to you as a form of inspo so just remember you are MUVAAAAA ok? You are strength, you are the muse, you are the moment. Hathor needs you to know this and fully accept it. Ase !

Hope you all enjoyed !

[bwabys-scenarios]

Werewolf kurapika loves head scratches from his beloved fluffy witch reader.

Witch reader found and injuried golden fur wolf in the forest one day near her home and brought him home to help the poor thing.

Know wolf!kurapika simply wants to breed his beloved witch with a whole litter of puppies.

A witch and her werewolf pt1

Werewolf!Kurapika x Fem!Witch!Reader

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

warnings: kurapika is horny for reader

Part 2

You’d only recently moved into the small cabin located in the middle of a large green forest. These days, it was hard for a witch such as yourself to survive anywhere other than in isolation.

You’d been chased out of several towns after attempting to sell your ‘potions’, which were really simple healing salves.

You sighed into your tea, looking out into your backyard. It was nearly nighttime, and if you didn’t hurry and cast your protection circle over your home, you weren’t sure what could try to get into your home in the dead of night!

‘Ah, I’m almost out of mint…’

You glanced out of your window, then grabbed your basket. ‘I should have enough time…’

You slip on your pastel pink cloak and matching witch hat before leaving your home.

The evening air is a bit chilly, which surprises you. It had only been fall for a few weeks now, had the fall chill really set in that quickly?

You spot a cluster of mint after around 10 minutes of walking, mentally scolding the past residents of the forests for letting the invasive plant take over. You take as much as possible, not bothering to leave any behind like you usually would when you foraged.

“Hmm… this should be enough…”

You close your basket and turn, beginning your trek back to your cost little cabin.

About three minutes in, you spotted something lying in the middle of the path ahead of you. Your first instinct was to pause at the metallic scent in the air.

“… hello?”

The form in the middle of the path moved slightly at your greeting. You approached, attempting to see exactly what it was.

As the shape in front of you became more solid, your eyes widened. “Oh my…”

The shape was a large wolf with the most beautiful golden fur you’d ever seen. As you got closer, you could hear a low growl coming from the wolf.

It was lying on its side, panting softly between growls. You, an animal lover, kneeled a few feet away from it as it attempted to snap at you. “Hey, hey, no need for that. I’m not going to hurt you.”

You cooed at the thing, sitting in its presence so it could get used to your scent. After several minutes, it seemed to calm a little. If you wanted to hurt it, you would have by now.

“Are you hurt, sweetheart?”

You scooted a little closer, stopping when it gave you a warning growl. You were close enough now to see what had happened.

It’s stomach had been sliced, along with one of its paws being stuck in a trap.

“Damn poachers… they’re not supposed to hunt in this forest.”

You edge closer to its paw, huffing when it bared its teeth. “I want to help you! If I was going to hurt you, I would have done it by now. I can get this trap off, you just have to trust me.”

As if it could understand your words, the wolf extended its paw to you, almost pleading at you with its big red eyes to help it.

“Okay, this is going to hurt, but bare with me, okay?”

You grabbed the trap and opened it up, pulling it away as the wolf panted in pain. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Shh, shh, it’s over now.”

It allowed you to stroke its head comfortingly, the wolf seeming to relax a bit.

“Now, how am I going to get you home…”

You were about to attempt to pick it up, but as if he could sense your unease, it form began to shrink, until it was the size of a medium sized dog.

“Ah. Magic wolf. Of course.”

You used your cloak to wrap around it before picking it up. “There, don’t want you to get cold, hmm?”

As you walked back, you felt the wolf nuzzle into you, getting comfortable in your arms.

——————

After casting a protection spell over your home, you moved inside to care for your special guest.

The wolf lay in front of the fire, back to its original form. It seemed that shifting between the two forms strained it quite a bit, the thing panting heavily.

“It’s okay, I’m gonna take care of you.”

You ran your hands over it’s fur, rubbing a healing salve into its wounds. “There we go…”

You bandaged it afterwards, noticing it had fallen asleep in your lap. ‘Aww, I don’t want to wake it up…’

You leaned against the wall, yawning. ‘This should be fine… it’s just for tonight…’

You fell asleep by the fire, fingers brushing through the wolf’s long fur.

——————

When you woke up, you noticed the weight in your lap had shifted during the night. Instead of the heavy feeling of the wolf’s large head in your lap, you felt something… lighter. Smaller.

You glanced down, nearly jumping out of your skin when a pair of VERY human red eyes stared back up at you.

“Holy-“

You scurried away, backing up against the opposite wall. The man that had been lying in your lap only looked at you, tilting his head to your terrified expression.

“Wh-who…”

He was naked, the only thing keeping his body covered was…

‘That’s the blanket I covered the wolf with last night…’

“Oh.”

The man, or well… half man(?) crawled towards you, eyes locked on yours. He stopped right in front of you, his bare chest touching your knees.

“You’re a…”

You glanced up, seeing two wolf ears twitching slightly every time you spoke.

“Werewolf.”

He’d spoken for the first time, a smile tugging at his lips. “And you’re a witch, correct? I can smell potions.”

He leaned forward, sniffing at your neck. “Mmm…”

You squeak, pushing him away. “H-hey! You can’t just sniff people!”

He tilted his head again, and if he wasn’t a random naked werewolf sitting way too close to you so early in the morning, you may have found it… cute.

“I forget how shy humans are. You allowed me to familiarize myself with your scent before, what’s the difference now?”

Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance. “Before I thought you were an injured animal, but…”

He leaned back, ears twitching as he stared at her. “But?”

You shook your head. “Never mind. We need to get you… dressed.”

You stood up, noticing that the blondes eyes followed every movement you made. “Where are you going?”

“To make you some clothing.”

He stood up, the blanket falling from his form. “I’ll come with you.”

You stared at his exposed lower half for a moment before turning around. “Please cover yourself.”

He blinked, picking up the blanket and holding it over his body. He was tall and lanky, pale and delicate, not what you’d assume a werewolf to look like. Honestly, the man was quite handsome, and seeing him naked was getting you flustered.

You quickly began working on cobbling together something, using some old fabric to make him a pair of baggy pants and a tank top. “This should do for now.”

He pulled on the clothing, continuing to stare at her. “Is this better?”

You nodded. “Much. Now…”

You grabbed his arm, the man letting out a warning growl as you examined his injury. “Hey, I’ll have none of that. I’m just checking to see how it’s healing.”

You had him sit down, the man watching with careful ref eyes as you tended to his wound, hissing lowly as you pulled back the bandages.

“Hmm, it’ll need more salve…”

You gently applied more salve, the wolf’s ears flattening when it felt the cool feeling against his scorching wound.

“There, all done. Now let me see your tummy.”

The man held up his shirt as you did the same there, tail wagging slightly when you rubbed the salve into his skin.

“Good boy, you’re all bandaged up.”

His tail thumped against the couch when you said this, though you paid him no mind. “So, what happened to get you all hurt?”

He seems guarded, giving you a once over before he leans back into his seat. “… as you may know, when werewolves transform, we take on the bodies of wolves.”

You now, sitting down across from him.

“My people… we were sought after due to our blonde coats. We are the only species of werewolf that has them, and a few years ago, my entire clan was wiped out.”

You hold a hand over your mouth, gasping. “Oh my god.”

He takes a minute to continue, breathing in. “Ever since, I’ve been trying to avenge my fallen clan, but last night…”

He held a hand over his injured arm. “The poachers that killed my clan cornered me.”

You place a hand on his knee in an attempt to comfort him, earning a suspicious glance. “They were planning on waiting for me to transform during the full moon so they could harvest my coat. Thankfully, I was able to escape. Not before earning these, though.”

He gestured to his wounds, ears flattening at the memory. “If you hadn’t of taken me in, they most likely would have found and killed me. I am indebted to you.”

The man looked up at you with those startling red eyes, a determined look on his face. “What can I do to repay you, witch?”

“Well, for starters you can call me (Name).”

You stood up, giving him a smile. “And secondly, you can tell me your name!”

He blinked, tilting his head much like a dog would. “My name… is Kurapika.”

“Well, Kurapika, what would you like for breakfast?”

——————

Kurapika had never been treated with such kindness before. You diligently cared for his wounds, feeding him and making sure he got plenty of rest.

“Kurapika?”

He looked up from a book you’d provided him. There was a pile of books next to him, where he’d sit the novels down after he finished them. “Hmm?”

You plop down on the couch next to him, smiling. “How are you feeling?”

“… better.”

He lifted his shirt up, showing the wound had nearly healed completely. You look over it, humming. “Ah, that’s good. And your arm?”

He held it out for you, almost like a dog would when you ask it to shake you hand. You turn it around, tilting it in a few different directions until you’re satisfied. “Hmm, I think it’s all good.”

You stand before him. “Kurapika, since you’re all healed up, what would you like to do?”

His tail thumps against the couch as he thinks this over. “I… would like to repay my debt to you.”

“But-“

He growls lowly, causing you to quiet down. “Sorry, sorry… but I will be repaying my debt to you. Until then, I’ll… be staying.”

You tilt your head. “Oh? Well, I certainly don’t mind the company. And it is pretty dangerous living alone out here…”

He seemed to perk up at that, ears twitching. “Dangerous?”

“Yes, I may be a witch, but I specialize in healing and potions, not defense. The only protection I have is my protection circle.”

He seems to grow tense at the information, growling lowly. “… well, you won’t have to worry about anything hurting you while I’m here.”

Kurapika scoots closer to you, as if him being closer will give you just that much more protection. “Aww, how sweet of you!”

Before he can process what’s happening, you lean forward and pat the top of his head, scratching between his ears. “What a good boy!”

His eyes go wide, red taking over his cheeks as his tail thumps wildly against your couch.

After giving him a good pat, you begin to pull your hand away.

“Okay, now that’s all figured o-“

You squeak when Kurapika pulls your hand back onto his head, a low whine emanating from his throat. “Kurapika? Do you…”

You continue petting him, gently fondling his ears. He sighs in contentment, leaning forward to nuzzle against your tummy. ‘Note to self, werewolves like head scratches.’

—————

“Alright, Kurapika, let’s go!”

The tall man followed behind you, holding into your hand as you walked through the market. You were able to cast a spell hiding his inhuman attributes, leaving him looking like a handsome man.

“Hello, this is the men’s clothing stall, correct?” You smile at the man behind the stall, gesturing for Kurapika to step forward. “My… friend here is in need of some new clothes. Ripped his.”

“Ahh, you came to the right place! We just had several tabards come in from across the sea!”

You look up at Kurapika. “Is a tabard something you’re interested in?”

He nodded, looking at the fabric. “My… family wore these. It was traditional.”

“Then pick a few out, okay? I’ll go get you some shirts and pants. I’ll be back in a minute, Pika.”

You could feel his tail, invisible now, smack against your leg. “Hehe, you like that?”

“… yes.”

You patted his back. “I’ll be right back, be good okay?”

Before he can reply you leave, walking through the market. For a bit, you get distracted buying some more fruit and herbs, but finally purchase Kurapika’s pants and shirts. “Hmm, I guess he needs underwear too… sir, where is the-“

You feel someone’s hand cover your mouth and drag you behind a stall. “Mmph!!”

“Shh, stay quiet little missy, if you know what’s too got you.”

The feeling of cold metal pressing against your neck makes you go still. “There, now…”

The man holding you captive takes your satchel from you, laughing. “Purchased a lot today, eh? Ain’t it a shame I’m gonna take it all?”

He lifted your coin purse from your satchel, whistling. “Where’d ya get all this money from, lil missy? Rich family? Never the matter. Now, come with me and I won’t hurt y-“

A growling sound came from behind the two, causing you to sigh in relief. “Unhand the woman, before you really piss me off.”

The man holds the blade tighter to your neck, causing you to yelp when it breaks your skin. “And what are you gonna do about it, pretty b-“

The man’s eyes widen when Kurapika grabs his hand quicker than he can react, squeezing his wrist to the point it snapped, causing the knife to clatter to the ground. Kurapika grabbed you, pushing you behind him. “Stay behind me, (Name).”

You whimper, causing the blonde to growl. “You hurt her, you filth. No one, and I mean no one touches her, you hear me?”

“Please, I didn’t- I didn’t know she belonged to someone! Let me go, p-“

Kurapika dropped the man. “Out of my sight.”

As the man scurried away, Kurapika dropped to his knees to check over you. His nose buried itself in your neck, sniffing you as his hands checked over you. He lapped up your blood, nuzzling against your wound. “Are you alright, (Name)? Does it hurt?”

You shook your head, lip quivering. “No… I’m okay…”

He cooed, picking you up and holding you in his arms. “Let’s get home, (Name). We can finish the shopping some other time.”

————————

Over the next month, Kurapika had grown to be very protective over you. He was by your side constantly, accompanying you when you foraged, when you went shopping, and even to meetings with other witches.

He seemed to dislike people getting too close to you, especially those of the opposite gender. When your wizard friend Leorio came over for dinner, Kurapika would growl and pull you closer to him, often nuzzling into you to make sure you smelled like him and he smelled like you.

He had grown rather attached to the cute witch that treated him so kindly. You even helped him with recovering and burying the pelts of some of his clan!

“(Name)…”

He pulled you closer, cooing into your shoulder as you pet him. “Yes, Kurapika?”

“Mmm…”

He inhaled your scent, ears perking up when you laughed. “Oh, Kurapika, you’re just the cutest you know? My pretty little familiar~”

He pouted. Just that week, you declared that he was your familiar, mostly to answer your witch friends why you had a random man/werewolf in your house. Kurapika knew he was only there to repay a debt, but… he’d grown to really like you.

And by really, I mean really.

His eyes followed your swaying hips as you walked away, tail wagging as his pants grew tight. Lately, his mind has been plagued by thoughts of breeding you, to the point he thought he might be going into rut.

Kurapika had never felt this way before. He’d had several ruts, but just ended up dealing with them all by himself. Now, he had a cute little witch that he wanted to breed until she was completely stuffed. She was the only one he wanted to have his puppies, and just the thought made his head fuzzy.

“Kurapika, come here! It’s dinner time~”

And he came at her beck and call, sitting down at the table as she made him a plate.

‘Gonna need to start… the courting process.’ He thought, staring at the woman in front of him with lovesick eyes. She smiled, allowing him to pull her closer as he ate.

[sansaorgana]

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

[lilith-little-world]

Hello, how're you doing?? hope you are in a good health Umm.. i have to admit that your stories are wonderful and magical i very much enjoy reading them and uhh.. well... i just want to say can you continue the story of "i saw you once in my dream" please and have a good day😊

I'm so sorry. I got a little busy with college classes and writing for "The Isekai'd Oracle." Luckily, I have time now and can be more active on here while I wait for everyone to do that survey on designing Wukong for the Oracle story. Also, I'm doing good and as healthy as I can be right now.

I Saw You Once In A Dream, Maybe pt. 10

You grab the doll out of the trash. Luckily there was only some wrappers of candy and fruit peels in the trash. It wasn't dirty, and you couldn't help but smile. It was a cute doll of course. Now thinking about it, maybe you shouldn't have thrown it away. It costed a good amount of your paycheck.

You put it in a bag and and head into the room.

"Where you going?" He asked curious.

"Oh- just need to put something away. Don't be so nosy." You state, however you freeze when hearing him get up from the couch.

"You're hiding something, don't tell me you're hiding something dirty~"

You hid the bag behind you.

"I heard you take something out of the trash. Well, I saw it too, but I didn't see what the object was, and now I'm curious." He took a step closer, and you take a step back.

He was definitely going to make fun of you if he finds out.

Wukong smirks, you both know there's no way of out running him. However, you rather die than let him know you bought a plush doll of him.

"I just want to see-"

Your face was red when you tried slamming the door, but you were shocked when it didn't close all the way. Hearing a painful hiss and groan. Wukong's arm keeps the door from closing.

You cut him off and run to your room. Wukong was stunned that you would run away from him. Though he quickly snaps out of his thoughts and runs after you.

"Oh no- I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you." You were about to open the door until a pair of arms wrap your waist. Pulling you away from the door.

"I caught you~" He whispers into your ear and grabs the bag from your hands. Your face is now completely red. You look back to see Wukong smirking cheekily. While the door opens, and revealing another Wukong coming in and rubbing his arm.

The one holding you toss the bag to the injured one before disappearing and leaving a strand of hair. Your mouth was wide open, flabbergasted.

Wukong stifles a laugh and snorts as he opens the bag. You stood there, staring at the ground with a face getting more redder by the minute.

"Cute." Was all he said and place the doll on your bed.

"Well, not like you need the doll anymore when you got the real thing in front of you." He chimes, but he couldn't help but snort again.

You were beyond flustered and embarrassed. You never experienced this level, and your brain is having trouble wondering what to do in this situation. You grab the doll from the bed and hit him with it.

"Shut up! This is not funny!" You shout.

"Ah- but I'm not laughing! I think it's cute of you buying a plush of me!" He was smiling and trying to hold back from laughing.

"Just-" You groan, and hit him one more time with the doll. This was not how you expected your day to play out.

You toss the doll back onto the bed.

"Be gentle, with mini me, he isn't indestructible." He chuckles.

You roll your eyes but notice he was rubbing his injured arm again.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

He hums confused.

"Your arm... I didn't mean to slam the door onto it. I thought you were farther away."

"Oh, that - don't worry about it. I'm like, so many times immortal, that this will heal like in minutes. I been through worse." He tries to reassure you that it wasn't a big deal. Yet you couldn't help but feel bad cause you accidentally hurt him.

"Let me see." You gently reach out to grab his arm. He just stares at you with wide and curious eyes, wondering what you will do.

"It may heal quickly due to your many times immortality but right now it hurts. The least I can do is give you ice for your arm."

You pull up his sleeve and gently brush over the spot where you slammed the door. His arm tenses up as if wanting to flinch away but he never moves his arm.

He stares down at you silently.

"I'm honestly fine, you don't have to do that. I'm used to getting injured." He mutters.

"I probably don't have to but I want to, I never meant to hurt you." Carefully, you hold his hand in yours. He was quiet but nods.

"It wasn't your fault, I purposely put my arm between the door so you couldn't close it. Even if I got injured, I'm use to it. I can handle some pain until it heals up. Small injures like this, it's healed in a hour or two. So please don't feel bad, I'm not angry." He raises his other hand to caress the sides of your face. Smiling softly at you, with an expression of what you can assume to be affection and love.

Is this even natural or normal to fall for someone this quickly? Your heart was beating fast. Pounding against your chest. Isn't this too fast? You barely met the guy but somehow it felt like you already known him for a long time.

Wukong brings his face closer to you. Oddly enough you didn't want to pull away but there was a nagging feeling deep with in you. Telling you this was going by way to fast.

What shall you do?

[friendship-ditch]

Whumptober Day 7 - Magic with a Cost

Galadriel x Fem!Reader ✼

Summary: Galadriel is weakened after Dol Guldur and you're charged with keeping her safe.

Warnings/Notes: None. Gotta admit I always wondered wtf happened after this scene so here's my rushed take on it.

Word Count: 1527

  Every being must at least once tamper with darkness. Even you had, dancing with the shadows in late nights where it seemed that was the only option left. But you didn’t expect the Lady of Lorien to turn so… terrifying.

  If there was anybody that could banish Sauron back to where he had come from, it would be her, but it didn’t go down how you would have imagined.

  Galadriel was already weakened from reviving Gandalf, her pale body draped loosely across the cold floor of Dol Guldur. But when the evil being began to reform in front of your very eyes, she was suddenly back upon her feet with a new strength.

  Instead of a warm light radiating from her body, it was dark, almost evil. Her hair flew behind her in murky blue strands as if she’d fallen down a well and reemerged soaked to the bone. Her face was dark, eyes wide and wild. You’d never heard a voice as deep and booming as hers as she banished Sauron from this realm with such a power you were almost cowering in fear.

  Though, the second the evil vanished, so did her power.

  Galadriel’s legs stood for only a second longer before she collapsed backwards with a cry. She would’ve fallen onto the ground had you not been there to catch her, slowly lowering her down so she was on the stone once more, her head against your shoulder and your arm around her back. She was shaking as violently as a feather in the wind, trying to catch her breath between weak gasps.

  “I’ve got you…” You whispered, maneuvering the weakened elf so her head could rest easy against your chest. Then you looked up at the others; Elrond and Saruman. “We were deceived.”

  Her shuddering breath tickled your neck, still trembling as the last remnants of her strength filtered from her body. “Sauron… his spirit endured…” She rasped in an airy tone. “We… we must..”

  Galadriel tried to stand but the sudden dizziness that swept her body dragged her back down. Her eyes fluttered shut and a weary moan escaped her lips as she sunk back into you. The idea of standing caused a sickening feeling to spread through her stomach. Oh, she was cold… so cold.

  “Stay still, my Lady…” You murmured into her hair, rubbing your thumb in soft circles over her back in a weak attempt to provide comfort.

  The other two continued their discussion about Sauron, but you could hardly hear them over Galadriel’s heavy but useless breaths. 

  “Y/n.” Elrond suddenly spoke, snapping you out of it. At once you tried to stand, but Galadriel grabbed your arm, leaving you half bent at the knee as she held onto you to keep herself from fully collapsing. “You need to take Lady Galadriel back to Lothlorien.”

  “Me?” You frowned, confused. Though you were Galadriel’s servant, yes, you were still nobody of importance. You’d come along because she asked you to, but the idea of trying to get her home in this state, alone, was terrifying. 

  Galadriel’s hand slipped from your arm but you caught it in hers, squeezing it tight. Her skin was usually quite cool to the touch, but now it was near freezing. 

  “I will help you get her there, but you must care for her after.” Elrond restated his words. His eyes flicked from yours to Galadriel’s as the ancient white being’s head fell onto your leg, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. “She needs healing, her strength has been all but destroyed.”

  You moved your hand to rest on Galadriel’s back, fingers trailing loosely through her hair. She could not stay here any longer, that was for sure, even if it seemed impossible to move her. But what other choice did you have? This was your lady, your boss, your friend… If the others trusted you enough to care for her in such a weekend state then so be it.

  “Okay.” 

  It turns out Elrond had predicted something of this manner would happen as he brought an extra horse. The two of you loaded Galadriel’s exhausted body onto the horse and you sat behind her, keeping her on the steed as you raced across the plains and through the forests.

  Lothlorien was only a day away, and with elven horses blessed by Rivendell, you arrived at a little less than that. 

  The healers whisked around you immediately once you arrived, practically carrying Galadriel away for healing. You were not allowed to see her until much later when she had been returned to her chambers.

  You peeked your head into her room, fingers clenched around the doorway. Your eyes fell upon the white shape in bed, asleep.

  With the quietness of a mouse, you snuck further into her room. You placed a tray down on her bedside table, pouring a glass of healing water and setting it aside for her inevitable waking. The healers had done well in changing her into a more comfortable gown but they left her other one folded horribly on the floor.

  You kneeled down to pick up the white fabric, shaking it out. You folded it back up and hummed to yourself. Then you placed the gown on her dresser when you heard her shifting.

  Galadriel’s face was still as pale as snow, though the softest hints of color were returning to her cheeks. She groaned softly in her sleep, eyes fluttering

  When you’d first arrived and spoke to one of the healers you had learned Galadriel had only ever exhausted herself this badly once, though they would not tell you why or how. They reassured you that she just needed rest. Lots and lots of rest. Using all of the power she did had drained her almost to the point of a magic-induced coma, but she was strong enough to fight the tendrils wanting to drag her down. 

  As far as you were concerned, Galadriel’s health and rest was the most important thing. After gazing at her slackened face you decided to have the cooks create her favorite meal so it would be ready when she woke up.

  But as you turned to leave you heard a soft voice.

  “Y/n…?”

  Galadriel’s eyes were hardly open, tiny slits of the ancient blue gazing at your blurry figure. Her soft cry was hardly more than a whimper. She tried to reach for your hand but fell short halfway through.

  You kneeled at her bedside and took her hand into yours. It was still chilly but not as icy as it had been before. A small smile spread across your lips as you looked at her. She really was healing.

  “I’m here…” You whispered. “I’m right here.”

  “I…” Galadriel was too weak to form any words but you sensed her need. You gently lifted her head as you held the glass of water to her lips, letting her drink until the glass was emptied.

  When you laid her head back down, her eyelids sank closed once more, but the corners of her lips were ever so slightly raised.

  “Stay…” She croaked.

  You moved one hand to gently touch the side of her face, fingers feather light across her skin. After you kissed her forehead, you nodded. “I will.”

  You stayed at her side the remainder of the day and even well into the night. Galadriel’s only fear at the moment was being alone, and you weren’t fond of the idea either, so you stayed with her as long as you could.

  By the time the next day rolled around she began to regain some of her strength though she was still bedridden and shaky.

  “Would you be able to stomach some soup?” You entered her room once more with another tray, a warm bowl of soup atop the metal platter. 

  Galadriel blinked a few times, lifting her head. A soft groan escaped her lips from the movement but once her eyes fell upon you and the soup, she smiled weakly.

  “Please.”

  You sat beside her once more, sort of propping her body up against yours. She was far too shaky to hold the spoon herself without spilling the hot liquid so you did it for her, feeding her until she was finished.

  Galadriel was not a fan of being unable to sustain herself but at your side she felt no need to protest. You were a safe presence for her, one she knew she could trust and be weak around. Plus… she secretly enjoyed the way you babied her, though she would never admit it.

  The soup seemed to do her some good as she could sit up on her own now but the idea of standing made her queasy so she stayed beside you in bed. Her body was still struggling to warm itself so at her request you cuddled with her, her head on your chest as your fingers ran gently through her golden hair, keeping her body and heart warm.

  You could certainly get used to a few more days of this. And so could she as the two of you drifted off in each others arms once more.

[wayfayrr]

I see your human!reader and raise you: the Chain struggling to find food they can actually eat, reader feeling terrible and maybe a bit like a burden because of it, and getting into a dangerous situation in order to make it up to them

Source: the Owl House :)

I'm so sorry that this took so long to answer!! I've been quite busy recently but while I haven't watched the owl house I hope this does what you wanted justice, it got out of hand the more I wrote!!! I've heard it's great I just don't really watch shows :( Fair warning this got way more angsty then I planned for it too, with reader being pretty flippant about their own safety than they really should be, there's a brief not very detailed description of gore too. (it's also fairly wars centric towards the end)

[masterlist]

“[Name]! So wind and I’ve just been to the village right? I think I’ve finally found something I can cook that you should be able to eat! It was quite expensive but I’m sure it’ll be worth it for you!” 

“We looked around for ages, so if you can’t eat this then there might not be anything in Hyrule that you can eat!”

Wind means well with what he’s saying; I know that Wild does too, they don’t mean to make me feel bad - I think they don’t anyway. Not like they really need to try with how much of a burden to them I am. Buying expensive supplies just for me? When they’re already struggling to afford their own basic supplies, now I’m just adding unnecessary costs for them. Don’t get me started with the looks of pity they give me either. 

“Thank you both but, please don’t go spending so much on me.”

“But we have to find something you can eat, you’ll just be a… It’s not good for you to starve!”

That - that’s the closest any of them have gotten to saying it outright, they really do just see me as a burden - they aren’t even trying to hide it now. No wonder I’ve always been kept to the side in any fights, Hyrule can’t heal me so I’d just be deadweight if I got hurt, I can’t fight like they can really all I’m good for is as a meat shield to defend them from magic. “Hey [name], are you alright? You zoned out a bit there…”

“Oh, yeah I just - I think I just need to have some time alone if that’s alright? I’ll make sure to stay in distance of the camp.”

“As long as you’re careful and not there too long, I’m sure it’s fine. I’ll tell the others for you.”

I hope he doesn’t.

He seemed content with how I nodded at him, so I should be in the clear to go and just vanish for a while even if it’s just to pretend I’m not causing them issues for a little while.

It doesn’t feel like it takes me long to get to a nice place to sit, so it should still be pretty close to camp - not that they should be worried for me. Somewhere nice and open to sit next to a gentle babbling brook, it’s calm and I’m alone, everything I need at the moment.

Shit - how did I not see a sleeping lynel!? No no, not now I don’t even have a weapon! … What if I did kill it though - their parts can be sold for a fortune… I could pay my way and prove I’m not just useless. Even if I don’t - well they won’t have to worry about me in that case.

It hasn’t seemed to notice me yet, maybe there’s a chance I can come back from it. If I just stay low and as silent as I can then I should be able to jump it. 

Stay quiet, take its weapon. Wow, that’s a lot lighter than Wild makes it out to be. Now to just - Just go for its neck! I - I actually managed to slit its throat!

IT’S STILL ALIVE!?

Okay. OKAY! Its movements are sluggish and it seems to be bleeding out so just get away from it - 

Why - why can’t I feel my arm properly? Why is my shoulder so wet all of a -! The pain hit harder than a truck every nerve on my left side feels like it’s being set ablaze, there wasn’t a single hope of keeping in the scream I just let out, one I didn’t even realise had ripped its way from my throat. Tilting my head down to see the cause; suddenly my body feeling nothing but raw visceral pain suddenly makes a lot more sense than before. The stupid thing cut half through my shoulder with my arm now hanging limply by my side. 

“[NAME]! WHAT ARE YOU DOING - YOU’VE BEEN MISSING FOR HOURS - WHAT Did you - [name]!?”

Wars is here..? Didn’t Wild say I was going off for a bit? Why would he be looking for me? I can’t be worth so much that he’d go off on his own to look for me.

“Oh goddesses [name] what - no, no, no stay awake, you’ve got to stay with me darling.”

“‘m awake… ‘m - still ‘ere…”

Is that really what I sound like right now…  I sound so slurred… like - like how people on tv sounded when they were. Oh.

I’m bleeding out and delirious then, no wonder Wars is ‘here’, he’s just my brain giving me one last happy memory before I kick the bucket. Isn’t that wonderful, to spend my last moments hallucinating my unreciprocated crush caring for me. Closing my eyes feels all too easy, even when I’m about to drift off it still feels as if he’s holding me, maybe this won’t be too bad?

“[Name] don’t you DARE close your eyes, you - I’m not losing anyone else I care about - I can't lose you… I haven't even-”

A harsh slap to the face after a shaky breath - one that feels all too real - has me reconsidering things, the feeling of something tears dropping onto my face is the thing that finally has me opening my eyes despite how hard it is to do so. 

“I - I have some bandages, a potio- no that’s not going to help you I’ve got bandages I just need you to talk to me while I use them, so I know you aren’t close to passing out. You’re going to make it out of this - I need you to make it out of this.”

The agony of him adjusting my arm to bind it, well it’s proof that I am still very much alive. If he really wants me to talk… well then I might as well try to get some answers out of him.

“Why - why ‘re you - wh’ ‘d you come lookin’ fr me?”

“You - vanished for hours without a word, did you really think none of us would get worried? Even if none of the others would, I will always come for you.”

“Hm’ wild said he w’s gonna tell the rs’ o’ you… b’sides ‘m just a burden ‘nt I? Wil’ pretty muh said i’.”

“...Wild. but why would he risk - he wouldn’t put you in the… Don’t worry about what wild says he’s lying, you’re not a burden, even if you were. You’re one I would choose to carry every day for the rest of my life without a single regret. Don’t let what he says get to you, darling.”

Murderous, that’s the best way I could hope to describe the look on his face, it’s like he wants wild dead. His bandages seem to have stopped the bleeding though, so while I still feel lightheaded I should live as long as the wound doesn’t get infected. 

“Wai’ why’r you callin’ me darlin’? ‘M not - you’r…”

A little smirk crossed his face then barely lasting long enough for me to just notice it before it was replaced by concern, did I forget something, I mean it’s not impossible that I also hit my head right? Right?

“But you’re my partner, honeybee, we’ve been together for a few days now - you - you can’t have forgotten that right? If that’s the only price for you surviving, I mean we can always just make better memories. You - You’re still alive and that’s the most important thing.”

Well that’s not impossible, I know I’ve had feelings for him for a while so if he did ask I would’ve said yes…

“We can remake the memories later after you recover. You know I’m so glad that human blood flows slower than ours, those precious few extra seconds are literally lifesaving.”

He’s just babbling to himself now, must’ve been stressed over me; now that I’m safer it’s all just draining out of him. The way he’s clinging to me and shaking shows that fairly well too, like he doesn’t plan to let me out of his arms for a long while. 

“Please never do this ever again, I don’t even know what you were planning but you could’ve died [name], you could’ve died and I wouldn’t have had a chance to say goodbye. Please you have to explain why when you’re better. Please promise me you’ll tell me why.”

“I will Wars, I swear.”

“...That’s all I needed to hear, thank you darling.”

[jasontoddspussy]

khajiit jason!! can ya do khajiit jason, just him like... either after an assignment from the dark brotherhood gone wrong or someone preformed the black sacrament on the joker and jason finally gets his revenge/justice?

Well, Jason thought, that could’ve gone better.

He knew taking out a target in broad daylight was stupid to begin with, but this couldn’t be called anything but downright sloppy.

The target had been on their own, plucking herbs from the nearby forestry. They’d been armed, unsurprisingly, wolves were a problem after all, but alone. Jason had, originally, thought he’d take them out at night. But after a quick stakeout, he’d been annoyed that their house was placed right in the middle of Markath. Not only did that mean guards would be more likely to spot him, but so would nosy town-goers.

Not that he couldn’t do it. He knew he could.

But when he’d seen them out and alone? He’d taken the chance. He’d been arrogant - Just because he was larger than most, didn’t make him invulnerable.

(He knew it didn’t.)

The target had died easily, not knowing they were dead until they hit the ground from Jason slitting their throat.

But they hadn’t been as alone as he’d thought, it seems, as someone had spotted them and shot an arrow at him. It’d landed right in the meat of his shoulder. He didn’t have time to stay and kill someone else, it wasn’t in his contract, so he fled, trying to keep his bloodloss to a minimum.

It was daylight though, so he wasn’t going to heal until nightfall. He felt overheated and drained. He wasn’t good with magic, so he couldn’t cast a healing spell, either. He knew how, but it cost way too much magicka for him to do the simplest of spells, and besides, he usually didn’t need to. He healed fast.

Jason grimaced, making a quick make-shift sling for his arm and trying to plant pressure around his wound, he made his way to his (stolen) horse, readying himself for a long, trying trek back to the sanctuary.

Back home.

“Welcome back, my love.” Talia greeted by the entrance to the chambers. He’d just finished reporting back to Nazir and had been on his way to take care of his wound. Thankfully, since he was now out of the sun, it would be swift healing.

“Thanks.” He replied gruffly. His den-mother paused, clearly giving him a once-over before sighing softly.

“Damian’s been looking for you.” She said, pulling him to a cot where he sat down. Patiently, she unwrapped his makeshift sling and without any pre-ample, pushed the arrow all the way through so she could break it.

“Is he not to be training?” Jason questioned.

“He is. There has been an event he wishes to speak to you about. This one promised.” She tells him, using a small healing spell to heal his shoulder. Most of their people aren’t all that good at magic, but she, and Grandfather, both excel at it.

It was what captivated Da-Bruce. Before the man left.

“I see. Where can this one find him?” Talia smiled, her even though it wasn’t visible because of her mask, he could still tell.

“He will find you.”

True to her word, Damian found him later that night whilst Jason was reading.

“Brother. I have news.” His brother announced, ears standing proud. He was even wearing war-paint, imitating Jason’s own stripes. He found it endearing.

“Yes? Come sit and tell this one.” He prompted, patting the cushion beside him. Damian sat.

“Someone has performed the black sacrament.. To kill the mad-man who tortured your soul. Do you wish to meet with and create the contract?”

Jason’s blood froze in his veins. He- Would he actually get to avenge himself?

He’d been revived, and turned, by Grandfather with the blessing of Night Mother herself. He wasn’t supposed to be alive, but his family felt he deserved another chance.

His existence betrayed everything he’d been taught growing up with his dad and other siblings, but he was happy- Even.

Even if his old family didn’t want to avenge him.

But this… This could mean he could finally get to put his soul to rest, metaphorically speaking.

He knows Bruce would never. Not so long as that man is mortal.

“Tell me where to find them. I will create the contract.” He told Damian, who handed him a go-back. It was arranged exactly the way Jason liked. His little brother had been prepared.

“Of course, brother. May warm sands guide you.”

The invoker wanted to meet near Morthal, which suited him well enough. Jason walked out of the shadows, seeing the ritual remnants on the ground still, and a man, presumably, sanding with his back to him.

“You called?” He spoke, announcing his presence.

The man didn’t jump, or startle. He simply turned around. Jason stared at the Dawnguard Uniform, at the blue eyes and dark hair.

“Good. I need you to avenge someone for me. Kill Joker, and avenge my brother.”

Said Tim Drake, Jason’s younger brother.

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

The Tragedy of Love, Death and Maggots part 13

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12

My fingers found Mrin's hair as her murmurs slowly died off. “It's over,” I told her. “We're safe. Come on, let's get out of here.” 

She nodded unsteadily. “Right. Get out. Get away. Move.” Her voice was hardly more than a whisper, a thought leaking out of her tongue. With a heave, she hauled herself out of our hidey-hole. Out in the open, I could see blood dribbling out of her lips. Whatever she had done had cost her something, that much I could tell. 

I followed her out and pressed her into a seated position. Her eye was blank, glossed over like she was high. “Come on, Mrin,” I coaxed. How quickly the tables had turned. Me reassuring her, her protecting me, me healing her- it was an endless cycle, like a satellite's orbit of Earth, always falling and never hitting the ground. I needed to get her back on her feet, just like she had me. Well, not her physical feet. Her metaphorical ones. Damn, my head hurt. It was getting hard to think. All that running about with

I peered into her mouth. Her gums were what bled, raw-red and potentially infected. No, not potentially. Definitely infected. When had it happened? She hadn't complained of such issues previously.

Curse it all. “Mrin, can you hear me? You alright?” She obviously wasn't, but I was running out of things to say. Everything was falling apart. I wanted to get back to falling apart too, but I couldn't. Not when she was like this.

She didn't respond. “Mrin? Please respond. I need you, Mrin.” Her pulse was soft, chest moving ever so slightly. 

“Mrin?” Gods, I was repeating myself like a broke record. My own pet peeve, and I'd stooped to it. “Mrin, please. You got me out of there, and now I need you to get out of whatever dreamland you're in.”

Still nothing. If anything she was fading away. But this couldn’t be it. That was unacceptable. I'd spent a good fifth of my life with her. She’d had my back. She was my friend, my companion, my partner. I couldn't lose her. “Mrin?” I clasped her face, looking into those unfocused eyes of hers. 

“I love you.”

If this had been a romance or a fairytale, she would have opened her eyes. If this had been a dream, a good dream, she would have whispered it back. If there had been any Justice in this world, something should have happened.

But it wasn't. I was no pure of heart hero, and my knight in shining armour was nobody more than a tired, scared woman who'd pushed herself too far. Perhaps… Perhaps it was all I could do to sit beside her and hope. 

I settled down next to her, running my fingers through her hair. It was matted to hell and back, but I had all the time in the world to detangle it. Not-Athena wouldn't come back here, not so soon, not when it had plenty of prey to pursue.

How were we gonna get out of this one? Was this how all the monsters in the labyrinth were born? From rude, self-obsessed little girls? From the corpses of their soft-hearted boyfriends? From the tears of an old man who had never wanted to care so much?

My tears were silent, landing on the knees I had pressed against my chest. My stomach ached. My mouth was dry from screaming and heaving and all the other vile things my day had been occupied with.

I wanted to go off and find some food, some water, some relief. I had chosen this hidey-hole well, even if I rarely visited it. I knew of a leaky pipe with semi-clean water, and a little stash of only slightly rusted cans of beans. But I couldn't leave Mrin. Not when she was like this.

The part of me that had truly hardened itself to the world told me to get up and walk away. It was sensible. I didn't know how to help her. I was no magician or wizard, to cure wounds caused by magic (or what I presumed to be magic, at least). I was only a useless little boy, who hadn't saved anyone, though he'd dedicated his life to it. 

Some Doc I was.

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- "I want to go home- !"

They defeated Malleus...but at what cost ?

A/N : Sebek, Yuu, Silver, Ortho and Lilia managed to save Malleus from his overblot but this caused consecutive damage to, not only the school, but several students were injured. Ramshackle dorm and the Diasomnia dorm were no more..as well as the gateway to home for Yuu, what more could they all lose ?

Warning/s : heavy angst, no comfort, death, blood, lethal injuries, Yuu does not have any appearance since they are simply you, they/them pronouns for the prefect, some characters are probably OOC (Mostly based off of Neteyam's death from avatar)

Silence..and the crackling sound of fire, eating away the ruins of what remained of the Diasomnia dorms. Everything was in shambles..students were unconscious, many of them appeared to be hurt, and luckily..the teachers were able to awake first and quickly come to aid the young scholars.

For once, Crowley was doing something. He helped carry the students to safety and Crewel used most of his magic to try and heal their wounds. Malleus had put his mind to rest and so he laid down on the ground, unmoving. He was alive, but many people weren't going to be pleased when he'll wake up. Yuu looked down at his figure, a disapproving frown on their face, their body and face was scratched. The uniform lent to them was completely unusable with how dirty and marred it became. Unbothered, they turned their attention to the teachers instead. Yuu approached them and knelt down next to the sleeping raccoon.

"Will Grim be alright ?"

Grim, despite being shielded by his henchman at the last moment, had still received some pretty bad blows. Crewel was using his magic to try and stabilize his body, "He should be fine but..You will have to bring him to an actual medical specialist later on." his voice was firm and concentrated, healing magic wasn't something as easy as lifting a box. It required a lot of practice and strength which was why he immediately separated himself from Grim once he was done to take care of the other undergraduates.

Yuu crouched down next to their companion and gently patted his head. "You did well Grim...You are already an amazing magician.."

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"cough ! cough !" the sound of coughing interrupted the eery silence a little far off. Sebek was slowly getting himself off the ground, memories of the events came rushing back in once he opened his eyes. However, a sharp pain on his head made him wince and he pressed a hand on the injury. A small trickle of blood went down his face and Sebek tried to make the pain die down by gritting his teeth. His uniform, similarly to Yuu's, was torn wherever he received attacks from his dorm leader. The idea alone had him furrowing his eyebrows in self resentment, he went against the one fae he swore his loyalty to...but he had no choice..if he wanted to bring the old Malleus back..he had to fight.

Sebek grunted as he pushed himself up, his hand still pressed against the cut on his forehead. He began to move across the mountains of debris laying across the area. Sebek looked around for a sign of life, he then heard someone's voice and rushed straight to the source. Only to find the old fae trying to get up despite the heavy gash on his stomach. Blood. it wasn't out of the ordinary for the veteran, he handled things like this before. But..If only his body wasn't as weak as it was now.

"Master Lilia !" Sebek called out to him and Lilia turned his head around as he got on his feet. "Sebek ! Thank goodness you're safe- where are the others ?! Where is Silver and Malleus ?!" he took a hold of his shoulders as he desperately tried to receive confirmation of everyone's else's current status. He was worried, not for himself but for his son and the Prince of briar valley. Although he wished to take care of his master first, Sebek quickly understood that he needed to find the others. Lilia was an adult and capable of handling himself on his own. The green haired male returned the gesture by placing a hand on his shoulder. "I will search for them, please get to safety."

Sebek gave him a reassuring nod before pulling away and leaving Lilia to find his friends. The first year looked everywhere, calling out to his comrades and pushing away rubble to hopefully find a trace of Silver and his Lord. On the way, he stopped to help out a couple of injured students by bringing them to the teachers when Vargas found them. "Place them here my boy, you did great." he lowered the students on the floor like his teacher asked and instantaneously turned around when he heard Yuu call out to him. "Sebek !" they rushed towards him as he got up to face them, "Human ! Where is Silver ? Have you seen wakasama ?!" at the mention of his name, Yuu's face dropped and they shot a glance at Malleus who was laying on the ground "Draconia is fine, he's breathing and he's barely hurt..I don't know where silver is though...We'll go find him together, so let's split up to cover more ground !"

Sebek was cut off guard by the sudden change in tone but he didn't pry any further, "Agreed, please give me a signal if you see him." he answered, "I will." They gave him one last look before running off to find the others. He ran off as well, not hearing Trein yelling at him to come back as he bolted across the ruins.

it wasn't long before Sebek spotted two figures standing, people from the Scarabia dorm. Precisely the vice dorm leader and the house warden. They were both trying the push a boulder away, Kalim's left arm looked badly broken and Jamil was trying to lift the heavy rock off of something. Silver ! the white haired boy was the first one to notice the diasomnia student racing towards them. "SEBEK ! OVER HERE !" he didn't need to be told twice as he rapidly advanced next to the pair. Silver was still alive and conscious as he weakly opened his eyes, "Sebek..?" Jamil increased his efforts to their limit as he tried to lift the block, "Don't worry Silver ! We're getting you out of here !" Kalim exclaimed trying to reassure his classmate, he pressed his body against the pillar in a desperate attempt the save him. Sebek jumped in to help as they all pushed against the giant block, Silver used the little strength that was left to lift it until they finally managed to get it off.

"Silver ! Silver are you alright ?!" Kalim turned him over on his back, Silver hissed in pain and grit his teeth, grasping a huge wound which was bleeding excessively. Kalim and Jamil's expression morphed into horror as they saw the state he was in, he needed medical attention now !

Sebek quickly used the rest of his strength to carry him, placing his arm over his shoulders and hoisting him up. Kalim snapped out from the shock and lent a hand to support his weight, Silver coughed out blood as he groaned, trying to speak. "Ah shit..it hurts.." Jamil also tried to aid the others as much as he could by placing a hand on his back, "Don't worry Silver we got you- ! Just hang on !" They all started to walk as fast as they could, it wasn't long before Silver began to hyperventilate and cough out more blood.

Lilia appeared a little far off, he was most likely in search of his son as he looked around and spotted the four of them. "Master Lilia ! Silver-" Sebek cried out as his friend wheezed and coughed, there was blood everywhere. Lilia ran up to them, jumping over piles of bricks, "Oh no..!" he was panicking as he realized the state his son was in. "Lilia please save him !" Kalim begged the moment he felt Silver go limp against him, Lilia immediately jumped into action as he regained his composure. "Watch his head ! Lay him down on the ground- We can still try to close his injuries !"

they all did as he said, gently placing him on the floor and crouching down next to him, Silver tried to stay awake as much as he could but he was getting really tired. "Stay awake Silver, we got you !" Sebek tried to comfort him despite being in a panic himself. Lilia looked at his cuts to try and close them but when he turned him on the side he saw an exit wound, all the colors on his face faded away when he knew there was nothing that could be done unless Malleus were to regain his senses and heal him.

"Put pressure ! Put pressure on it !" in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, he ordered everyone else to try cover it by pushing against the open tear on his chest. Silver was panting, every cell in his body was screaming agony, he wanted to go to sleep, he wanted to rest but he did his best to stay awake as he looked at Lilia. "Dad-!" Lilia looked back at him, trying to smile to put him at ease, his eyes filled with tears "It's okay, Silver, I'm right here ! I'm right here..."

The boy tried to return the smile but he only coughed out more blood, while it happened, Yuu arrived at the scene. Their relieved smile disappearing once they saw Silver, Yuu ran towards him. "No no no no-!" They dropped down on his side and grabbed his hand against their chest, Yuu couldn't speak, they were speechless and unsure of what to do, their mouth opened and closed again trying to make out words. Anxiety taking over their features, Their grip around his hand tightened when they felt him do the same.

Lilia cupped his son's face, he was still trying to ease Silver and fighting back tears..this couldn't be happening- Not now- Not like this. Jamil looked just as lost as Yuu, he didn't know what to do, Kalim was his first priority as his servant but he couldn't just walk away when a student was dying in front of him. "I'll go find the teachers !" trying to keep calm, he left to find the tutors. Kalim couldn't hold back his sobs, he tried to keep them silent but he was so scared for his comrade.

It wasn't long before Silver himself started to cry, "I want to go home- !" every breath was hurting, the blood trickled down the side of his mouth. "H-Hang on, we're going..We're going home." Lilia's voice cracked halfway through, he was losing the child he raised for years, he was supposed to die before Silver- not the other way around.."It's okay, it's okay.." he was saying this to him but another part of him was trying to comfort himself from the idea of losing his kid. They could only watch as Silver opened his mouth again.

"Dad I-..." Silver tried to speak but stopped, the life in his eyes faded as he exhaled his final breath..

"..Silver..?" Yuu raised their head to face him the moment they felt his hand go limp. Sebek shook his head, this can't be happening.."No- no no no...SILVER ! WAKE UP ! SILVER !" Lilia screamed out, shaking him as he hugged Silver's head against his in sorrow, "DON'T TAKE MY SON ! NOT NOW ! DON'T TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME PLEASE !"

He continued to sob, screaming for Silver to wake up while holding him against his body. Kalim clasped a hand over his mouth as he looked away, he couldn't face it, he just couldn't.

Yuu didn't want to believe it, they tried pushing his shoulder to get him to wake up, anything but this ! They shrieked in anguish, Yuu folded over themselves as they held his hand against their heart. It took all of Kalim's courage to embrace them, he tried to stay strong, hugging them from the back. "..It's okay...shhh..it's okay.." he whispered to the prefect to calm them down but it was no use as he was unable to hold back his own tears, "NOOOOOOO ! THEY CAN'T DO THIS TO HIM ! THEY CAN'T !" ..At this point they were despairing, Grim was hurt, their only passage home was gone, and now their friend died in front of them, they couldn't take anymore of it.

Sebek looked down at his bloodied hands, he was trembling, hearing Lilia and Yuu cry out made him lose his composure as he sobbed his heart out. He lost his brother in arm, he lost him forever..Silver wasn't going to wake up this time.

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Malleus groggily opened his eyes, he sat up as a terrible head ache got to his head. "what happened..." "MALLEUS DRACONIA !" a loud voice pierced his ears, he looked up at the headmaster who previously yelled at him. "YOU HAVE A LOT OF EXPLAINING TO DO YOUNG MAN ! THE DIASOMNIA DORMS ARE DESTROYED, THE ENTIRE ISLAND IS ASLEEP AND YOU INJURED MILLIONS OF STUDENTS ! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE !?" Crowley yelled out, scolding him for the chaos he spread around the island. Malleus' thoughts were too clouded for him to notice the intensive glares being shot at him from the other students, Leona was especially pissed.

He closed his eyes trying to recall the events before he fell unconscious, only then was he interrupted by Jamil, "HEADMASTER !" the brown haired male ran towards the adults, shouting, "PLEASE HELP ! SILVER IS HEAVILY INJURED ALONG WITH KALIM AND LILIA !" Crowley's eyes widened as he looked back at Malleus, "I'll speak with you later." but Jamil moved in front of him as he retorted, "No- we need him as well ! The wounds are really bad- we need to get there or else he'll die !" at the mention of death, Malleus instantly cleared his mind, "Where is he ?! Where is Yuu and the Others ?!" Jamil grimaced before putting his priorities in check, "come with me now !"

They ran after Jamil and a little later on, they arrived at the area. Jamil became confused as he approached the group, Yuu was still crying, Lilia was holding onto Silver but his eyes were red and his face looked numb from all the pain in his gash. Sebek was on his knees, his hands still covered in dry blood, he simply stood there as Crowley and Malleus arrived. It was only when Kalim ran to his friend in tears that he understood what had happened, he was too late.

"Yuu !" Malleus rapidly knelt down next to them as they wailed out loudly, still holding on to Silver's hand. His eyes followed his arm as he made eye contact with Lilia who only looked at him, his gaze was numb. Lamenting his son, he held him closer to his chest, breaking eye contact with Malleus to close his eyes and press his chin on Silver's head. The dragon fae's expression contorted into desolation once he realized what he had done, tears began to pool in his eyes.

"...get away.." Malleus looked at Yuu, "W-wha-" he was confused wether he heard them correctly, "I SAID GET AWAY !" they lashed out, slapping his hand of their back as they stood up. "GET AWAY FROM HERE !" Yuu pushed against Malleus and Sebek instinctively grabbed a hold of them, "NEVER COME BACK !" their eyes only expressing hatred as they turned around and dropped down on their knees with a broken sob. Sebek glanced at Malleus before frowning and turning his back to him.

Malleus was paralyzed from shock, so many questions swirled endlessly in his head, his ears went slightly down and, despite the fact that he was still recovering from his overblot. His emotions summoned snow to come down from the sky, Lilia didn't look up, he continued to hold Silver in his arms. Yuu wept as they pressed Silver's arm against them, tears continuing to fall down from their eyes..

Haha, cry.

[silentmagi]

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I want to thank everyone for taking the time to read and vote. I hope you’re still enjoying the story. 

Where should Star go first?

3. The general store and herbalist

Eager to be on her way as swiftly as possible, she went to the general store first, and the man that was there seemed almost stereotypical for manning such a store. Broad shoulder, equally broad waistline, a warm and hearty greeting. “Welcome! Welcome!” he called out the instant she crossed the threshold for the store. “What can I do for you?”

“Do you carry rations for travel?” she asked, taking in the various goods on display. The change of clothing was tempting, however she knew that she would have to wait until she got back to Castledale.

The shop clerk looked at the shelves behind the front counter and nodded to himself. “I have a lot of them. Fresh yesterday. Honey oat bread with dried meats and fruits. All from the local stores. Three pieces of copper each.”

“Perfect, two silver will cover six of them, and then, would you have any get for people going on adventures?” she asked while digging the coins out of her coin purse.

“How about a basic adventurer’s kit? It comes with a pack, some rope, a tinderbox, a waterskin, and ten days of rations, three silver for the lot.”

Pursing her lips, she considered the purchase. It was useful stuff, and she had lost her own pack in the tower collapse. The cost was probably going to pay off in getting to the academy again again. “Okay, five silver for the rations and the kit,” she agreed, before setting the coins on the counter, watching him load up the pack and pass it over to her. 

“Thank you,” he offered with a laugh, setting the change on the counter before collecting the five silver. “Safe travels, where are you off to?”

“Castledale, are the roads clear?” she asked, hoping to get news of their travel.

The clerk stroked his chin before shaking his head. “Can’t say as I know miss, you can ask Juniper next door, she travels that way for herbs sometime. Or the Inn may have travelers… Official reports are at the Town Hall of course.”

“Wonderful, thank you,” she offered before shrugging on the heavy pack, and turning to leave. “The trade goddess watch over you.”

“Safe travels miss!” the clerk called out as she pushed through the front door.

Walking next door, she found the standard herbalist shop, full of herbal supplements and concoctions. Tinctures and lotions. Potions may not be effective without magic, but nature was still full of healing properties. A familiar smell reached her nose, letting her know that ‘herbal supplements’ that had ‘healing properties’ were available. She knew others at the academy partook of this vice, however, she’d never been particularly interested.

Until this past week she had thought her nerves were steady and didn’t need to take the edge off. Now? Now she was tempted. “Hello?” she called out, looking around. It was a neater shop than she expected, and it seemed that everything out front was more in line for what she was looking for. While waiting for a response, she leaned over to look closer at a pot of lotion, reading the card in front of it carefully. Aches and pains, she had plenty, and it would help restore some of her skin’s softness.

It was a bit pricey at 3 silver for the pot, but she was tempted. She knew that it would be useful, and getting the components would be hard to do on the road to the academy. Straightening up, she rubbed the small of her back, only to leap back when a face came out of the wooden pillar next to her. “Oh! Hello! I’m Juniper, and welcome to my shop,” the face answered before disappearing and a slat slipped back into place. The pillar opened up, releasing a cloud of smoke before she could shut it. “Sorry about that, some clients needed my help… how can I help you?”

“Uh… I’ve been battered about a little on my travels and feeling sore, I was looking for something to help with that?”

“Oh… that would be the salve you were looking at, yes. We also have some dried bark that you could take as a powder, or drink as a tea…” Juniper mused while her red rimmed eyes looked over the various products. Her blonde hair was pulled back with a rag, and the smoke from downstairs clung to her like a perfume.

“I’ll take the salve, thank you… three silver?”

“Is that what it says?” the herbalist asked before leaning over to check the sign, giving Star a view of her firm and shapely posterior. There was temptation that burned in Star’s chest, one that the mage longed to act on.

She was not going to do it. She had self-control. Thank you.

Making the transaction, and getting an invite to come back and try some house specials later, she decided that she had to be busy, or gone. As her stomach pleaded for some snacks, she looked at the other choices to get the supplies she needed.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Febuwhump Day 3 - "Bite Down on This"

For @smilesrobotlover and her wonderful King of the Gerudo blorbos!

Things hadn't exactly gone according to plan.

The monster horde near Fort Hateno had needed to be addressed quickly. Although the soldiers had held it at bay fairly well, Link wanted to defend his home and had rushed to its aid. Mipha had joined him.

Everything had been fine until the blood moon had come in the middle of the fight.

Link supposed it wasn't a complete disaster - they'd still won, after all. But goddess above, at what cost?

Mipha whimpered a bit as she tried to sit up a little more. Link gently put pressure on her shoulders to get her to relax.

"Please," he nearly begged. "You've done enough, Mipha. Just let me help."

His beloved wilted a little at his tone, her love for him fighting against her worry for the other soldiers. Link adored her for her compassion, but by Hylia she could be stubborn.

Well. He could be too, he supposed. Both their parents had commented that if they could have children they would be the most hardheaded beings on the planet.

The current dilemma, though, was due to Mipha's stubbornness, and his own would win out in this fight. Mipha had gotten an arrow to her leg, and it had impaled all the way through. The scream she'd let out was still ringing in Link's ears, making his skin crawl. Ever since he'd almost lost her to the Calamity, any injury she received was like being thrown back to that awful day. His heart was still racing just thinking about it.

The injury itself was painful to look at it, but Link knew Mipha's healing skills were more than enough to take care of it. The issue was that she'd spent her energy healing the Hylian soldiers all around her instead, and at this point she was too exhausted.

"Why do you do this to yourself?" he murmured, not really expecting an answer as he traced his finger around the wound.

"I have to help," Mipha answered quietly, a little browbeaten.

Link felt bad for making her guilty over such a gift, for such tender and considerate love for all. He sighed, cupping her cheeks with his hands. "I know. But... you can't help others if you wear yourself out. You worry me."

Mipha sighed, leaning into his touch and closing her eyes. "I'm sorry, Link."

Link tapped her face with his thumb, making her look at him. He didn't say anything more, but he leaned in for a quick kiss before leaning back and letting her go. He sifted through his bag a little before finding a spare belt. He felt his insides grow a little cold as he pulled it out. He'd used this item time and again when handling his own wounds, but...

Goddess, he really wished they didn't have to keep fighting like this. Hyrule had known peace for so long.

He couldn't imagine a better partner in battle, though.

"Bite down on this," he ordered as he offered the belt to her. Mipha took it and complied without argument, knowing what was coming.

Link found himself wishing desperately that he had even an ounce of Mipha's healing magic. He seemed the least magically inclined person by his own observations - Zelda, Mipha, Urbosa, Daruk... even Revali to a degree had some kind of magical ability to their name. He supposed his magic was his fighting prowess.

It absolutely paled in comparison.

What good was such magic in the face of the others? The only closest equivalent was Urbosa, whose abilities were really only utilized for violence such as his. Link had never been ashamed of his gifts before, but in this moment he wished so desperately that his hands could heal more so than hurt.

It's not hurting. It's defending. And that's equally important, he reminded himself.

And then he glanced again at Mipha, who could both heal and defend. His heart swelled, a smile pulling at his lips. Goddess, he loved her.

Mipha gave him a bewildered look for a moment before softening and returning the smile. But then she grimaced as she moved her leg a little, and Link focused on the moment again, warmth forgotten.

Positioning her leg a little better, Link visualized both sides of the arrow where it pierced all the way through. In her state, Mipha wasn't likely to be able to heal the wound for at least a few hours, so he'd have to stop the bleeding in the best way he knew how. He prayed she could heal herself sooner rather than later as... well...

Tourniquets hurt. But the risk for further injury and bleeding and infection were too high to sit on this.

He glanced at Mipha, silently asking if she was ready. She nodded, face determined, though her nervous wringing of her hands belayed her anxiety.

Link pushed the shaft with a fast, fluid motion. He wasn't sure if the whimper that escaped his beloved was better or worse than a scream. His hands went back to her face quickly, leaning his forehead against hers in comfort before he eased the belt out of her clenched jaw and tied it around her thigh. Mipha gasped in pain as he tightened it, watching the bleeding slow and then stop entirely.

Mipha leaned against the wall, sighing, her eyes closed tightly. Link shuffled to sit beside her and pulled her to him.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled. I'm sorry I can't heal like you can.

"Don't--ah!--don't be," Mipha said shakily, huddling closer to him. "You h-helped me. Thank you."

Link sighed heavily. Mipha just couldn't help being nice. One of these days he was going to kidnap her to some beautiful place where she didn't have to lead, worry, heal, or do anything for at least a week and he could just take care of her.

"I'll be able to heal it soon, I think," Mipha noted.

Link nodded, pulling away before scooping her into his arms. She yelped in surprise, making him smile.

"Well, in the meantime, I'll take care of you."

[abombihoney]

my thoughts as I read the new (6 months old) chapter of ethnoentomology bc i said would live blog it and this is least annoying way i can do so.

Hornet really just fucking pulled a gun out im like 1 minute fucking in jesus girl.

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ooooooooh my fucking god he's literally a sopping wet little meow meow. i WILL be coming back 2 this.

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what this fucking pronoun fuckery i need to reread this shit im onto something. i need to add all my annotations together. i need a conspiracy board. i need to make a chart with color coded lines

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I wish Hallownest’s official language was anything other than “cryptic riddles.”

me too dude the fuck.

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CHANCE BEING EMOTIONALLY INTELLIGENT???? telling lurien he isn't at fault for the radiance's actions

however... how could he think anything else really. he is all for blaming the radiance for everything.

i'm feeling a delicious mix of "can i even trust my own thoughts" mixed with Chance trying to separate what was him versus what was other.

What happens when (if) he manages to separate what actions were wholly him with no outside influence? What will he regret? What will he desperately try to justify?

How would he even determine what is him and what is the influence of the radiance? He has no memory of past actions to compare against. He can't necessarily even trust the memories he does have, they're full of hallucinations, gaps in memory where he doesn't know what he did. If it was "him" that did it. AAAAAAAAAAAUGH

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is chance checking out of reality a lot rn or am i looking too deep. there seems to be a lot of "jump cuts"

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back 2 valleri. info dump for me lurien i only read a handful of chapters of midnight rider.

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 "I couldn’t tell you how many times she would’ve been jailed or worse"

wait wasnt she jailed tho. didnt she like. immediately punch pk in the face or am i misremembering. does lurien not know this. i feel like he should be told this information somehow bc like. i feel like it would give him a heart attack.

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VALLERI LEFT SOMETHING FOR CHANCE???? THE PLOT THICKENS HELLO???

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why is chance so gay he is SO focused on lurien all the time jesus christ man. i feel like i keep getting trapped in one of them slow burn fics where they keep almost kissing.

FUCKIGN 2 SECONDS LATER:

Having grabbed something from a small drawer in the table behind Chance, Lurien settled back, (disappointingly) further away from him.

chance ur down bad. this is going to blow up in his face spectacularly somehow. good 2 know i wasnt imagining the horny descriptions of lurien from last chapt.

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new theory: valleri is a time-traveling post-transition chance. source: my other theory that valleri and chance are closely related. similar temperament and appearance. both from california or w/e.

wait i think i remember valleri have future seeing powers. i refuse to finish reading midnight rider until ethno is done tho so i'm keeping my theory

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Chance reflexively rejected this information before he could begin processing its implications.

side effects of having magic powered by belief: may decide to just ignore things bc if u believe it you make it true. denial is a powerful drug

wait. hmmmmm.

did the radiance take chance's memories? or did chance want to forget? like could also totes be the cool magical barrier that wipes ur memories to prevent the radiance from escaping the corpse of hallownest. but now i am thinking of all the fucked up implications of something so horrible (by a teenagers standards) that chance wanted to forget everything.

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TUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSK MY BABY TUSK POV TUSK POV TUSK POV

oh no the baby is injured.

They needed to find Chance. He would heal them, like always—

ur honor they love each so much!!!!!!!!! might be becoming a lil codependent but ITS FINE

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checks out that hornet was a vicious little child lmao

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“For Hallownest, there is no cost too great. That is what I told Him.”

OH SHIT

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oh fuck yeah i fucking love use of game mechanics in stories for problem solving. go little guy go!

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HEY WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

Like life’s just a script and she’s waiting for her cue.

OH? paralleling what lurien said about PK. INTRIGUING.

(fucked up evil theory: The parallels between PK and Valleri that are being drawn here... from what I understand Valleri became INCREDIBLY close and attached to hallownest. What if Chance is Valleri's hollow knight?)

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The White Palace was destroyed. But so was the Watcher’s Spire, and Chance could put that back.

my sweet child, you are going to fucking kill chance

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Too cowardly to confront her own cowardice.

ruh roh raggy. hornet's going to have to contend with the fact that she has killed her own siblings in cold blood eventually. possibly soon

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fuck yeah i love worldbuilding. tell me more about how the fictional bug city built in a wet cave functioned and how the class divide determined transportation methods.

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*slaps chance* this baby can fit so much PTSD in it

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this is spelling euphoria isn't it.

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hey wait doesn't chance have boat trauma??? didn't he see a corpse under a boat in the last chapter of act 1???

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something bad is going to happen. we're building so much suspense.

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"Chance"

??????? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON NOW???????

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 draped half overboard like a dirty wet rag

chance's natural state really.

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something in their Void was churning

This happens directly after Chance has his little episode with the boat. Are Chance and Tusk connected by the void? Didn't something similar happen in the last chapter??

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Hornet i love u. She's so spiderman coded.

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—Tusk whacked the switch to the elevator and went up and away. “Wh—Vessel! Hold on!”

see u idiot

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Ah Lemm, the confidence of a man who is very very wrong. he'd shit his pants if he saw all the human shit in the junkyard lmao.

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Several photos were attached to the line and dangled from ceiling to floor. Dozens of lines around the room like party streamers, a hundred little memories swaying gently in the dust.

megamind ass organization system

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burned painting frame.... coating the room in ash.. im sure this holds no significance whatsoever and won't come up again.

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Tusk has so much youngest sibling energy lmao

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uh oh hornet. ur getting attached.

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this is to hornet also, isnt it?

WAHT THE FUCK

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oh okay they are connected. poor tusk and chance. they r gonna become a feedback loop up fucked up huh

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wait does chance not know shes the princess. lmao

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aww hug fest JEREMY REAL??? or is hornet infected too hello????

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IM GOING FERAL VALLERIS SEEING SO MANY THINGS AT ONCE AND REACTING TO ALL OF THEM HELLO?????

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oh my god i feel like ive been punched seventeen times in a row. i have so much hype i need to run a marathon. im fucking spinning in circles im filled with unrestrained summer fun oh my god im supposed to sleep soon i dont know if i can manage stop thinking long enough to do that holy shit

[themurphyzone]

Gravity Falls AU Concept: Grunkle Bear AU

I was thinking about how the other name for the little dipper constellation is the ursa minor, so I thought it would be cute if Dipper and Mabel were bear cubs being raised by Stan (who is literally a grumpy bear).

And somehow this concept turned into the plot of Brother Bear.

Backstory

Stan started out as a human and he has the same backstory of his fallout with Ford, getting kicked out, and being homeless for ten years before finally arriving at Gravity Falls upon receiving a postcard from Ford.

Then it diverges from canon when Ford leads Stan into a clearing in the deepest part of the forest, explaining that he's been studying the spirit realm which exists parallel to their own world since he came, and he shows Stan a gateway carved from ancient runes and stones that could could potentially connect their worlds. Except that it turned out to be too dangerous, and now Ford wants Stan to take his translated notes and diagrams and hide them somewhere far away.

Stan becomes angry and things escalate into a physical brawl. Ford accidentally knocks Stan against a set of magic runes which burns his back and gives him his distinct scar. Then Stan accidentally shoves Ford into the portal, banishing him into the spirit realm.

As Stan shouts at the gateway for Ford to come back, the clearing suddenly starts to glow. The brothers had spilt each other's blood, violating the clearing's sanctity, and Stan is transformed into a bear as punishment.

The gateway and runes are in ruins, and Stan is alone, though he vows to get Ford back from the spirit realm no matter the cost.

Interim

Many years later, Stan has adapted to life as a bear. He's stayed in the forest gathering any stones or magical items to try and bring Ford home, but to no avail. His fur is graying from age, and he has a bare patch on his shoulder where his healed scar is.

He doesn't particularly care about going back to being a human beyond worrying about Ford not recognizing him, and he entertains himself by scaring tourists and vandalizing their cars for food and valuables. He also likes to stroll into the convenience store and takes whatever he wants, because nobody who values their life wants to mess with a large, hungry bear.

The Oregon Wildlife Department has a wanted poster and a huge reward for his capture, but no hunter has ever come close. In fact, Stan once broke into the department and claimed the reward for himself, then scratched 'SUCKER' onto the warden's desk to rub it in.

He lives in a cave and has a giant horde of stuff he collected over the years.

So yes, he's still a menace to society.

Meeting Dipper and Mabel

They're a pair of orphaned bear cubs who stumbled across a mysterious cave while Stan was out trying to rebuild the gateway. Mabel immediately starts playing with everything she finds, while Dipper is more cautious but can't resist poking around too. He picks up on a strange scent, then realizes there's a bunch of gray fur everywhere.

Dipper says they need to leave immediately. Something already lives here and it could potentially eat them if they stick around any longer. Mabel protests that's it warm in here and cold outside, and there was so much shiny treasure to try on.

"What part of 'we're gonna be eaten' do you not understand?" Dipper asks, just as a shadow falls across him. "We have to leave, right now!"

Mabel stops playing and gasps, and Dipper turns around, his fur standing on end as he looks up at the biggest bear he's ever seen in his life.

"You kids ain't going anywhere. It's not every day I get a two for one breakfast deal," the bear says, blocking the cubs' escape.

....

And that's how Stan accidentally adopted two bear cubs.