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lostinwildflowers · 3 years ago

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Strange Magic

Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

Summary: In a world where dark elves are trying to take over, light fairies are being hunted and captured to be used as weapons. You are on the run from them when you enter a forest, accidentally injuring yourself. A mysterious wyvern appears before you, will it hurt you or lend you a helping hand?

Word Count: 10.5K

Warnings: slow-burn(It wasn't supposed to be I swear, I hope I did this right), pining, mentions of blood, swearing, choking(minor torture), fantasy AU!, Morphling!Ushijima(called a wyvern), Fairy!Reader(physical appearance is human), uhm I made some creatures up, angst, and fluff of course :D

A/N: Hey y'all this is my submission for @bluebellhairpin aka Nemo's Fantasy Collab! I wanted to continue stepping out of my box, so I wrote for good ole Ushiwaka for this fic! Please leave a comment or reblog this, I worked really hard and planned this out for a long time. Thank you and enjoy :D -Birch <3

You didn’t know where else to run, the thundering of hooves sounding out everywhere as you charge towards the forest. The dark elves were on you in an instant when you crossed their border, and you should have known better than to run.

War cries could be heard from behind you, and you duck under some vines, terror ripping through your body as you could start to make out individual voices.

You try to tread as quietly as you can through the forest, the dark green canopy thick and very high above you. Your (colored) eyes catch onto some small blue wisps floating through the sky, the small creatures twirling around in a friendly hello.

There isn’t time to dawdle though, Oikawa’s elves would be on you in a second if you didn’t keep moving. You wind your way through the trees, the voices and clangs of the elf warriors fading as you make your way deeper into the woods.

The bad thing was that the canopy was so thick you were starting to lose your vision, and you were terrified to use your powers. As a light fairy, you could produce soft beams of light at will whenever you were in a good headspace. But whenever you got mad or frightened, you lost almost all control over it, leading to forest fires and devastation.

You settle for emitting a small bit of light from your pointer finger, allowing it to glow like a soft candle as you pick your way over huge and gnarly roots, the material of your skirt getting caught on the jagged edges of the moss.

Crackling in front of you stops you in your tracks, and you are soon met face to face with a small herd of shadow deer. The black creatures were known to be kind and friendly toward those around them, so you smile in relief when they simply acknowledge you as you walk by.

There must be water nearby if there are shadow deer around. Hopefully, there aren’t any water sprites, those things are painful to deal with, you think to yourself, once again tugging on your skirt as you scutter around a particularly nasty vine.

Your breathing had managed to calm down at this point, the only thing you could hear was the rustling of the shadow deer next to you munching on the grass and the faintest roar of water in the background.

A squeal almost leaves your lips as your eyes focus on the faint path in front of you, pointing your glowing finger forward for a better view. When you catch sight of a shimmering dark blue sparkle you immediately start making your way down the dirt path, pink and purple glowing mushrooms lining the way down to the water’s edge.

At this point, you were completely lost in the middle of the forest, your surroundings glowing a deep midnight purple. You look around the path briefly to see if any small animals would cut in front of you and you think, I bet nothing is out here in this twilight. It’s almost impossible to see without a light.

You were lost in your thoughts and trying to remain calm, keeping your light steady, that you didn’t realize the path had turned from dirt into wet stone. Your feet slide out from underneath you, a loud crying leaving your lips as you hit the ground, your right calf ripping against a huge and sawtoothed rock.

In your haste to get close to the water, you also didn’t notice a sharp pair of green eyes were watching you from across the riverbed, eyes that seemed to glow neon with intensity.

You groan at the pain radiating through your back and your butt. The fall had made you land clumsily, causing your light to flicker out in haste.

In the dark twilight of the forest, you could see the faint gleam of rushing water, and you sit up slowly as another whimper leaves your lips when you shift your body. At a quick glance, you can see a wet, dark red liquid on your leg, and then a burning pain starts to set in.

You cough lowly, gasping in pain as you try to clutch your leg, eyes welling with unshed tears. A loud splash in the water sings out as a huge shadow begins to loom over you.

You are met with bright and shining olive green eyes, and you feel your heart start to race and your stomach clench in fear as you gaze up at the wyvern in front of you.

A harsh and dissonant screech leaves your lips as you try to scramble away from the huge creature that resembled a two-legged dragon. The sharp green eyes pierce you to the point where you feel like you can’t move, but the pain in your leg tells you that you can’t move because you’re injured.

In your panic, you accidentally start spewing light from your hands and onto the soft, dry leaves next to you. They easily catch fire, the orange and yellow glow of the flames lighting up the huge creature in front of you.

You could make out large, dark green and brown scales all over its chest, and you catch sight of a huge and swinging tail behind it. The flames start curling up a dried tree on the end of the path, and you begin your scrambling again, trying to crawl away from the monster in front of you.

In a flash, the wyvern turns around, its tail cutting deep into the water as it puts out the flames around you in an enormous wave. The path is dark again, the only light being from the few squished mushrooms you scrambled over and the olive glow of the wyvern’s eyes.

The figure of the wyvern shimmers for a few seconds before your eyes, and in a heartbeat, a tall and muscular figure stands in front of you. His eyes don’t seem to glow as much in his human form, but the intensity is still there as he begins to walk toward you.

Your heart is beating erratically at this point and you point your hand at him and shout panicked, “Get back or I will blast you!”

That immediately stops the large figure in front of you, the man stops dead in his tracks and puts one hand out in front of him slowly. He blinks once, his eyes staying focused on yours as he states, “I’m not going to hurt you. I am here to help.”

You manage to shuffle back onto your butt, sticking both hands out in front of you. Your eyes are wide with fear and you yell back at him, “How do I know you aren’t working with the dark elves to capture me?!”

This causes the man to tense all of a sudden, his large frame freezing at the sound of “dark elves”. His olive-green eyes remain latched on your own as he slowly crouches down, his hand still held out in a peaceful manner.

“I am not working for Oikawa,” he states lowly, his voice gravelly and deep. You just stare at him distrustfully, so the man continues, “My name is Ushijima Wakatoshi, but you can call me Ushijima.”

You put one hand down as you start to gather your feet underneath you, preparing to stand up. In your movements though, you gasp in pain, and Ushijima shuffles forward to help you.

Quickly you put both hands out again and you yell, “Stay back!” With that, a small burst of light flies from your hands, but Ushijima ducks out of the way easily, turning his head to watch the light sail past him.

He turns his head back to you and he replies, “Your aim isn’t too good, you must be in a lot of pain. I know you light fairies only have a limit to how much light you can expel.”

Now it’s your turn to freeze at his words, your hands dropping as you look at him in shock. Your mouth remains hanging open as you stutter out, “H- how did you know?”

A frown finds its way onto Ushijima’s face as he murmurs, “My friend, Tendo, was a light fairy. He was taken by Oikawa’s dark elves when he wouldn’t turn himself in to be used as their weapon. As far as I know, they killed him.”

At Ushijima’s confession, you sigh dejectedly and nod slowly, “I’m sorry to hear that, Ushijima. There aren’t many of us light fairies left. My name is L/n Y/n, and I’m on the run from Oikawa and his men.”

Ushijima seems to soften as you introduce yourself and he blankly responds, “You are injured. You can’t possibly run from the dark elves in this state. Let me help you, my hut isn’t too far from here.”

You nod wearily, trying once again to get up on your own, by whimpering when you brush your leg against the hard stones underneath you. Warm hands on your waist haul you to your feet, and you are met with those same intelligent green eyes.

“It might be best if I carry you, we have to cross the water and there is no way you can wade through that on your own,” Ushijima remarks, his hands lingering by your sides as he awaits your response.

You go to argue with him, but as you apply pressure to your injured leg, it wobbles and gives out on you. Ushijima’s firm grasp is around you in an instant, and he doesn’t say anything as he picks you up in his arms bridal style.

Ushijima is very cautious as he carries you through the water, the coolness of it lapping at the bottom of his tank top. Once on the shore, Ushijima asks you how you are doing, and you simply shrug, “I don’t know, you’re the one carrying me.”

With that, a small smile curls at the edges of Ushijima’s lips, and he sets out for his small hut. The walk to his shack is quite beautiful, you must admit. On this side of the river, the moss glows a gentle emerald green, and the tree trunks are a mix of black, navy, and burgundy barks.

There are a few small creatures you see along the way, one or two more shadow deer, a few red and oranges wisps too. What catches your attention is the fire sprites hanging around the tops of the trees.

The fire sprites were known for their very short tempers, but you were surprised to see how kindly they smiled at you in Ushijima’s arms. The man doesn’t seem to notice them himself, his pace not wavering as he maneuvers through the trees toward his home.

You notice Ushijima relaxes slightly at the sight of his house against the twilight sky. The hut is pretty small, enough to support one person, I suppose, you think to yourself as you take in the compact building.

Ushijima is ever the gentleman as he helps you inside the front door, boarding it shut behind him as he guides you over to a table. He clears it as quickly as he can, taking the pieces of parchment and moving them to a smaller desk.

You look around the house as you plop down in one of the wooden chairs, eyes scanning to see a small fireplace, couch and kitchen. Ushijima appears in your vision, two lit lanterns in his hands.

He sets one on the table you were sitting at, and he hangs the other on a hook by the door. After that, he finds a drawer, pulling out 10 or so candles. He quickly lights each of them, setting them up throughout the room to provide ample light.

It was at this moment, with his back turned to you, that you realized how handsome Ushijima was. He was littered with ropes of muscle, and you can’t tear your eyes away from the beefiness of his back that you see peeking out from under his tank top.

In your ogling, you hardly register it when he turns around, his gaze soft and curious as it meets your own. He sets the medical supplies on the table as he takes his place in a chair next to you and asks, “Y/n? Are you alright? You look slightly dazed.”

You just rub at your eyes and shake your head side to side twice to clear your thoughts as you mumble back, “Uh, yeah. I think I just lost a lot of blood, but I should be okay.”

Ushijima nods in reply as he starts to prep the supplies, grabbing a small glass bottle of alcohol and some gauze. Kind green eyes meet your own troubled (colored) ones and he asks quietly, “Is it alright if I clean your cut now?”

You blush faintly and scoot your leg over to him, pulling up the hem of your skirt so he had access to your wound. Ushijima’s hands are rough and warm against your smooth skin, but he is gentle as he picks up your foot to set in his lap.

In a few motions, he wets a small piece of cloth with water, cleaning up the edges of the cut from where the river water mixed with your blood. After that, he takes a clean cloth and allows it to soak in the alcohol for a second, glancing at you and saying, “This is going to sting.”

You grip onto the edge of the desk as he dabs at the wound, and you can’t help the way your knee tugs toward your chest at the sharp sting of it. You bang your knee slightly at your sudden reflex, and Ushijima stares blankly at you and says, “I told you it was going to sting.”

An embarrassed flush covers your face as you nod, stretching your leg back out. Ushijima stops you though, moving his chair closer so he’s sat next to you, your thigh slung over one of his legs as he looks down at the cut intensely.

“I’m going to have to clean this thoroughly. I can see dirt in there, and it could get infected if not cleaned properly,” he states monotonously, looking down at your scared face.

His expression softens at the clear panic etched on your features and he glances away while mumbling, “You can grab onto my arm if that will help ease your pain.”

So while he gets to work on cleaning your wound, your hands find a place around the girth of his large bicep. He does his best to work as efficiently as possible, but when he has to pluck a few pieces of grass and rubble out, your hands tighten around the muscle to the point you thought you were hurting him.

Ushijima is nothing but kind and patient as he wraps your calf with some gauze, securing it with some medical tape before setting it on the ground tenderly. His hands don’t linger as long as you would have liked, because he’s soon grabbing all of the dirty supplies and finding a place to dispose of them.

As Ushijima washes his hands in a pail of water he murmurs quietly, “You can sleep on the bed for as long as you like. I can rest out here by the fire.”

You wince as you turn to face him and you say, “I can’t possibly take your bed, this is your home. I’m just a guest here because you were kind enough to help me out. I don’t even know how to repay you.”

Ushijima almost smiles at this as he shakes his head, “No, I insist. You need the room on the bed for your leg to stretch out. I will take the couch to keep an eye out for intruders. No one should be around or have followed us, no one knows where I live except for you.”

You open your mouth to object again, but you think better of it and instead ask, “So you said you knew a light fairy? Oh, what was his name… oh, Tendo?”

Ushijima’s large frame freezes from drying his hands, his back turned toward you. You see him sigh and turn around slowly, sitting in the chair next to you again. Ushijima runs his hands over his face, his fingers trailing through his olive-brown hair as he takes a moment to gather his thoughts.

“Tendo was my best friend,” he starts, “I’m a wyvern, and Tendo grew up next to where my family lived. He was never afraid of my morphling form, and I was never afraid of his light powers.”

You listen as Ushijima tells you his backstory and about how he ended up in the twilight forest. He mentions how his family moved across the country without him, and that he was sought after for his hardened scales as armor.

In turn, you explained how the dark elf king, Oikawa Tooru, was hunting the light fairies for his own personal army. You tell the story of how they caught you on the edge of their territory, leaving them to follow you in pursuit as you made your way into the twilight forest.

Deep in the dark lands, an obsidian castle stood high against the rising moon, one of the tallest towers flickering with the light from a holding chamber.

In this chamber, a defiant red-headed light fairy was chained, his spirit not broken as the dark elf king and his loyal soldiers tried to corrupt him.

A gasp of, “I will never, submit to you, Oikawa!” leaves the redhead’s lips as the dark elf uses his power to choke the air out of Tendo’s lungs. The dark elf king just smirks madly as he releases his power, allowing the light fairy to crash to his knees.

Oikawa turns to his left and calls, “General Iwaizumi, bring in The Siren.” The dark-haired male nods, and slips down a blackened hallway within the castle.

A few minutes go by before General Iwaizumi is accompanied by a silver-haired male covered in patchy blue and green scales. Oikawa turns to the siren and states, “Semi, you need to sing this foolish light fairy into command.”

Semi nods hesitantly under Oikawa’s command and makes his way toward the chained-up fairy. Oikawa and the other dark elves leave, locking the two creatures in the room as Semi’s enchanting voice starts to sound out.

The following morning in the twilight forest is surprisingly calm, and you groan as you roll over in the large king-sized bed. A broken cry leaves your lips as you feel pain in your leg, and in a few seconds, Ushijima is standing at the frame of the door, concern written all over his features.

“Y/n,” he rushes, “What’s wrong?” He answers his own question when he pulls back the sheets on the bed to expose your leg, blood coating every inch of the bandage he had wrapped last night.

Ushijima’s eyes harden in determination as he glances at the pain etched on your face. Without another word, he turns and strides out of the room, his hands clenched at his sides as he finds more medical supplies.

In a minute, he’s back by your side and murmuring softly, “Y/n, I need you to take your skirt off, it got tangled between your legs when you slept, causing your wound to open in the night.”

You are half asleep and in pain as you listen to his words, and you grumble out, “Can you at least help me to my feet? I don’t think I can stand up on my own.”

Ushijima is immediately by your side, sliding one hand behind your shoulders while the other sits at the small of your back, helping to heave you to your feet. You stumble slightly, but Ushijima catches you as you fall into his chest, your forehead making contact with his sternum.

You close your eyes in pain as you mumble out, “Ow, you’re bony.” Ushijima huffs at this, a genuine smile sitting on his lips as he steadies you.

Ushijima is very respectful as he helps you out of your skirts, his eyes only staying above your chest or below your knees as much as he can. He starts to take off the soiled tape once he has you sit on the edge of the bed, and he kneels in front of you to remove the blood-soaked gauze.

His hands feel nice, you think to yourself as he situated the new wrap of gauze, his brows furrowed in concentration. You blink shyly at your own thoughts as he stands up and walks over to a chest near the end of the bed.

Ushijima pulls out a pair of pants and a large green shirt and sheepishly rubs his head as he looks at you. He starts, “I, uhm. I don’t have any clothes that will fit you, and your skirts will keep getting in the way. You can wear these.”

Your face flushes with warmth as he hands you the clothes, slipping out of the room to let you get changed. As he walks away, Ushijima doesn’t understand why his heart is beating faster and he can’t stop thinking of you sitting on his bed with his clothes in your hands.

It takes you a little while to get changed, but once you do you hesitantly call, “Uhm, Ushijima? Could you help me to the kitchen?”

At that, Ushijima walks back into the bedroom with a small plate of fresh berries, some bread, and a small piece of meat. He tries to calm his breathing as his eyes catch you looking divine in his clothes, but he can’t help the way the tips of his ears burn red.

He clears his throat and says, “I made some food for you, Y/n. I need to leave you here and head to the nearest town to get supplies. If I’m not careful, your leg could end up infected, and I need more bandages and some clothes for you.”

You shuffle toward the food, the collar of the shirt sliding down to expose your collarbones as you reach for a strawberry. Ushijima has to rip his eyes away from you as he bows slightly, walking toward the door.

You look rapidly at the sound of his retreating footsteps and you yell out, “Ushijima, wait!” The tall man stops as he passes through the doorway, placing one hand on the frame he turns his head over his shoulder and asks, “Yes, Y/n?”

Butterflies erupt finds in your stomach as you manage to say, “Thank you, Ushijima. For everything.” He doesn’t say anything for a moment, and you almost think you said something wrong when all you can focus on are his bright green eyes.

But then Ushijima gives you a gentle, closed-lipped smile before saying, “I will be gathering my cart for the next little while, I will tell you whenever I am leaving.” At that, he leaves you in the tightly packed bedroom to go prepare for his trip.

The day goes by pretty slowly at the start, as you had woken up early in the morning due to pain. Ushijima had left right as the forest started to shimmer a mulberry shade of purple, the sun trying its hardest to brighten the dark woods.

You try to rest on the bed, but you feel bad for having bled all over Ushijima’s sheets, so you take your time in standing up, carefully peeling the blankets off the bed and over to the washbasin you had seen when you walked in.

You didn’t necessarily walk around the house, but you limped with care as you lifted the sheets off the bed and carried them into the small living room. You add a log to the fire burning in the hearth and your mind wanders, Ushijima must have added wood before he left this morning.

Somehow you manage to tug the basin closer to the fire, allowing the heat of the flames to warm the basin slightly as you begin scrubbing at the bloodstains. This takes up most of your late morning and into lunch, having to stretch your leg out carefully as to not cramp it.

At this point in the day, the forest was a lot brighter, as the wind was moving quickly through the canopy, splitting open the dark blanket to allow some light to shine down onto the forest floor.

You hang the blankets up in front of the fire in hopes they would dry before Ushijima would get home. You feel your stomach grumble from all of the moving around you were doing, and the dull ache in your leg only intensifies throughout the day.

You look at the small kitchen within the hut, and you see the small box of berries that Ushijima had grabbed fruit from whenever he gave you your breakfast. As you gaze upon the small fruit you think, I really don’t want to eat all of these, but I don’t know where else to get food.

Thus, you end up snacking on the berries for a while, filling up your stomach while also leaving plenty of strawberries, raspberries, and wild berries in the bottom of the small basket. Once your belly was pleasantly full, you crawl over to the couch where Ushijima had slept and you curl up into a ball, letting sleep overtake your exhausted form.

It’s late afternoon when Ushijima returns, the sounds of wings beating alerting you of his presence. You quickly get up from the couch where you had been dozing, and you head straight for the front door, undoing the deadbolt in a hasty swing.

You fling the door open to be met with the green and brown wyvern you know to be Ushijima, his eyes ferociously green in his morphling form. You notice the large cart on the expanse of his back and you recognize boxes and crates full of supplies.

You can’t help the awe that covers your features as you begin to walk toward Ushijima’s huge form. He quickly starts to transform, allowing the cart to slide off of his back gracefully before he is revealed in his human clothes.

Ushijima quickly starts heading toward you, picking up a jog when he sees you stumble. Just before you reach him, your injured leg dips down in a slight hole in the forest floor, and you trip, your face rushing toward the ground.

In a flash, Ushijima lunges forward, somehow managing to slide under you so you land on his chest with his back to the ground. He coughs once as he tries to regain the air in his lungs, and you tense as you feel pain ricochet through your legs.

Neither of you realizes that his hands are firmly wrapped around your waist, but as your head catches up with what happened you look down at him and ask, “Ushi- Ushijima, are you alright? You didn’t have to catch me you know.”

Ushijima just nods slightly and sputters out, “Hng, uh, yeah Y/n, I am fine. Is your leg alright?” You nod in response, and you notice that your lips are only a few inches away from his own plump ones.

You can see smaller speckles of gold and brown within his sharp green eyes, and you feel yourself getting flustered by noticing his handsome features up close. You swear you see Ushijima’s eyes flick down to your lips, but you blame it on your vision failing you.

Ushijima’s hands tighten around your waist even more, his arms practically wrapping you in a hug to his chest when your leg slides off of his own. You flush under his warm gaze and his even warmer touches, your stomach filling with butterflies as he looks over your features.

“You are very beautiful,” Ushijima whispers softly, untangling one hand from around your waist to brush a piece of hair out of your eyes, tenderly tucking it behind your ear.

You don’t know what to say for a second, your cheeks getting hotter as he continues to look at you. You end up murmuring back a simple, “Thank you.”

Ushijima sits up slowly, your forehead moving to rest on his own as he shifts his weight forward. Your lips catch the side of his cheek in a soft kiss, and you pull away quickly at the realization of your actions.

You don’t notice the red staining Ushijima’s cheeks though, and he simply helps you stand up without another word.

The two of you work in tandem unpacking all of the supplies, Ushijima brings the crates inside while you start taking items out and reorganizing them. This goes on for an hour or so before Ushijima’s cart is cleared.

He locks the door behind the two of you, securing the deadbolt before swiveling around to the boxes. Ushijima glances at your leg and asks, “How does it feel? I managed to bargain for some pain medicine, if you need some I can grab it.”

You shake your head and say, “I’m alright as of now, but maybe before bed, I really don’t want to bleed all over your sheets again.” You glance absentmindedly at the sheets strung in front of the fireplace and you curse yourself for not putting them back on the bed earlier.

Ushijima’s gaze follows your own and he almost frowns when he sees the sheets hanging. He steps forward and states, “I’m sorry Y/n, I should have cleaned those before I left this morning. You probably overexerted yourself doing this.”

You smile up at the large man from where you are sitting and say, “No, it’s alright Ushi. I didn’t have anything else to do today, and I was the one who dirtied them.”

His hand tugs on the now dry sheets and he grumbles lowly, “I will put these back on the bed. You can help yourself to the meat crate on the table.”

You simply nod as he walks past you, and a fluttery feeling makes its way from your stomach and into your chest as you catch a whiff of the woodsy scent lingering on him from his journey.

These next few days are going to be interesting, you think to yourself. I don’t know what I’ll be able to do to make up for my injured leg, but I’ll have to figure something out. Ushijima is too kind for me to just leech off of him.

Days turn into weeks as your leg starts to heal, and you are walking a lot better than you had before. Ushijima was nothing but kind and compassionate toward you as you healed, making breakfast and dinner every single morning and evening without fail.

You, in turn, would help do laundry and collect berries and vegetables from the small garden Ushijima had next to his hut. Ushijima had objected at the start, but he realized you needed something to do while he helped you heal and hide from the dark elves.

More recently you had decided to show him your powers, starting off with emitting a soft and golden glow from the tips of your fingers. Whenever your leg was completely healed you showed him how you could toss the beams of light like how you did when he first encountered you.

Ushijima found himself enjoying your presence more than he would have liked to admit. You had started filling the hole in his heart that had been made by Tendo’s absence and he was scared. He was scared that you would leave him or be taken away like how Tendo was, and he couldn’t let that happen.

Even worse yet, Ushijima was wanting to touch you. Not sexually or suggestively, but whenever you both would walk to the river to get water, he wanted to reach down and lace his fingers with your own.

He wanted to cuddle you on the couch in front of the fire when the nights got cold. He wanted you to grab onto his arm when you tripped or if you needed him for something.

Ushijima found himself wanting to be your person. He didn’t even know what to do about it because he didn’t know if you felt the same way or not.

Meanwhile, you wanted to rest your head on his shoulder after you set the fishing line and were waiting for something to catch. You wanted to chase after him in the field of wildflowers on the edge of the forest. You wanted him to kiss you on the forehead when you went to lie down in his bed.

You craved his touch after all of these months, his warm and rough hands sent shocks and shivers up your spine. His touch was electric and magnetic all at the same time, it caused you to shiver and shake with a simple graze on the hand.

You thought for sure you had ruined it one night when you had asked, “Ushijima, I know I have been a guest in your house for a while, and you’ve been calling me by my first name since we met. Is it alright if I called you Wakatoshi? Or even Toshi for short?”

The man had frozen where he was cutting vegetables for your small dinner. A pregnant silence hung in the air and you bit your lip in nervousness when he didn’t answer.

You shuffled on the couch as an embarrassed flush spread on your cheeks and you murmur, “I understand if you would like me to continue calling you-” “No,” he cuts you off.

“Please call me Wakatoshi or Toshi. You have been great company, you can call me whatever you like,” he continues as he resumes chopping up the carrot. You don’t notice the red on his neck and ears, and you don’t see the toothy grin that he lets slide onto his lips.

There was another instance when you had been making small sandwiches for lunch while Ushijima was out chopping wood. He had been at it all morning and you thought he might like a glass of lemonade.

What you weren’t prepared for was to walk around the corner of the hut, a cup of lemonade in hand, and be met face to face with Ushijima’s muscled and very much shirtless back.

The sound of the cup hitting the ground made Ushijima whip around, the axe in his hand swinging as he faced you. When he saw your dazed look and redden cheeks, he immediately dropped the tool to his side.

“Are you alright? What’s going on?” he had asked you, raising up the axe above his head to lodge it into the piece of wood he had been chopping.

A squeak leaves your lips at the sound of the crack, and your feet step into the remnants of the lemonade on the ground. Ushijima turns back to you, his broad chest glistening with sweat as he walks over to you.

You can’t help but gulp as the huge man approaches you and then reaches down to pick up the cup, handing it to you with a gentle, “You accidentally dropped this.”

You just nod and take the cup from him, quickly limping and scurrying back into the hut. Your fingers at your face and eyes as you groan into your hand, and you look at the cup with disgust as you think, Have I really gotten this attracted to Ushijima? I know I’m living with him, but damn.

A few weeks after the lemonade incident, Ushijima took you down to the river to help him gather water to store for drinking. He carried two buckets on a long pole slung over his shoulder, and he let you carry a few bottles in a satchel slung across your body.

The two of you made simple small talk as the river approached, and Ushijima took the liberty of getting thigh-deep in the water to fill up the buckets of water before returning to shore.

You had simply crouched on the riverbed, reaching forward ever so slightly to fill up each bottle carefully. You watched for sand or any bugs that might have gotten in the way, so you didn’t see Ushijima behind you.

He rested a hand on your shoulder gently as he said, “The buckets are full, so whenever the bottles are ready we can head back to the house.”

Ushijima’s touch and low voice ended up scaring you, making you jump forward into the cold water of the river with a shrill scream. You ended up only rolling into the shallows, but your entire body was soaked head to toe when you emerged.

Your mouth hung open accusingly at Ushijima, whose expression was one of shock and fear as he regarded your wet figure. He steps toward you and into the shallows, reaching a hand out to say, “Oh my goodness, Y/n, I did not mean to scare you, I simply-”

A splash of water cuts him off as you shove water with your hands toward his tall frame. Ushijima slightly recoils at the sensation of the cool water on his skin, and he goes to ask you what you were doing until he sees the coy grin on your lips.

With his own chuckle, he reaches down and splashes you back, his feet guiding him deeper into the blue water of the river. A squeal flies from your lips as you try to scramble away from him, but his hands grab at you as he dunks you both in the refreshing river water.

Laughter sounds out from the two of you, your giggles sound like wind chimes compared to his deep baritone. You almost stop laughing just to hear the beautiful sound fall from his lips as you catch his gaze.

Ushijima rests his hands on your back, holding you close in the middle of the river as the two of you lock eyes. Water drips down from his hair and onto the plump apples of his cheeks, where a large and toothy grin awaited you.

You mirrored the cheerful look on his face, eyes squinting up at him as you rested your hands on his chest, your own torso heaving from the giggles still falling from your lips. The warmth from his body made your skin tingle from the temperature difference, and you found yourself getting lost in his comforting green eyes.

A loud buzzing can be heard from the other side of the river, catching both you and Ushijima’s attention rapidly as a horde of water sprites fly at you angrily. Ushijima pushes you towards the shore as he follows in suit, his clothes clinging tightly to his muscled form as he grabs his buckets and lifts the bar across his back.

You grab for the few bottles you had managed to fill, pushing them into the damp satchel quickly as you clamper out of the water and to where Ushijima was waiting. The two of you set off as quickly as you can without spilling the buckets, laughter and giggles spewing from both of you as you make your way back to the hut.

Then there was your biggest and most embarrassing moment yet. You had come to learn that the days in the twilight forest were warm, so a shirt and pants were fine, some days even a cropped shirt was acceptable.

However, the nights in the forest were absolutely brutal, as temperatures dropped rapidly, and that was why Ushijima kept the firewood supply stocked constantly.

The night had gone as usual, the sun was setting which meant it was time for the front door to be locked and the board to be set in place. Ushijima had the fire going from dinner and was poking at it slightly to shift the embers around.

He still insisted on sleeping on the smaller couch, even though you had offered him the bed countless times. Ushijima would always say something about how he was raised to respect women and that you were recovering from an injury and he didn’t want to take advantage of you.

But that night, you laid shivering and cold in Ushijima’s expansive bed. The comforters did little to warm you, and you even wore one of Ushijima’s larger shirts over your own smaller one in an attempt to warm yourself.

The constant cold and shivering had you exhausted, but sleep couldn’t quite seem to find you. This led you to your current predicament.

You were standing in the doorway of the bedroom, facing the kitchen and the soft glow from the fire. You couldn’t see Ushijima, but you knew he was laying on the other side of the couch, hopefully asleep.

Soft footsteps lead you over to the front of the fire, and with as much care as you can manage, you settle down next to the hearth, hands held out to try to warm them up.

A sigh leaves your lips as the fire begins to heat your fingers up, and you tuck your knees under your chin as you bask in the quiet warmth. A blanket being draped over your shoulders makes you turn hastily, and you see Ushijima standing behind you, eyes half-lidded with sleep.

“If you were cold you should have told me, I would have added more logs to the fire,” Ushijima states quietly, his arms crossing over his chest as he regards your small, balled-up figure on the floor.

You glance at the flames to keep your eyes off of his handsome face as you murmur, “I thought you were asleep, Toshi. I didn’t want to wake you up.”

Ushijima carefully sits down next to you, opening his left arm to invite you into his chest for extra warmth. You shyly scoot closer to him, tucking your cheek into his chest and letting one hand rest on his thigh.

He wraps his arm around you slowly, as if to not scare you as he pulls you closer to his chest. His green eyes linger on the top of your head as his voice rumbles, “You are my main priority right now, Y/n. I have to tend to your needs, even if it is as simple as warmth.”

You nod slightly, the body heat radiating from Ushijima sending tingles up and down your spine. The warmth starts to spread all over, and as you start to drift off in Ushijima’s arms, you could swear something touched your head.

In a few moments, you were asleep in Ushijima’s lap, and he couldn’t believe he had actually kissed your forehead. Ever since you had accidentally kissed his cheek, he had wanted to return the kiss to you somehow, and he had been given the perfect opportunity.

The following morning, the fire had burnt out when you woke up, but you weren’t cold at all. Yes, there was a blanket covering you, but the weight of a solid and firmly muscled arm was wrapped around your torso, locking you in place and constantly giving out heat.

Behind the said arm was the looming figure of Ushijima, whose eyes were peeked open slightly, watching and waiting to see when you would wake up. He felt you shift against him, and that’s when his eyes popped open.

He lifted his arm slightly, allowing you to turn to face him as you blinked sleepily up at him, (colored) orbs half-lidded with a lazy smile on your lips. Ushijima smiles softly in return, his arm tightening again when you nuzzle into his chest.

Neither of you discusses the way you enjoyed holding each other, especially when you have to untangle from each other’s limbs and begin your day. After breakfast, you call out, “Toshi, I need to go refill our basket full of berries, I’ll be near the river if you need me for anything.”

Ushijima nods from where he’s sketching a map at the table before turning to you and saying, “Be careful out there since you are going by alone. I know you can protect yourself but some creatures won’t be kind to you.”

You roll your eyes and nod, giving the green-eyed man a mock salute as you grab the basket, hauling it to your hip as you make your way out of the small shack and into the woods.

The walk to the river only takes a few minutes, and so you set to work, grabbing handfuls of the small blueberries and huckleberries that liked to grow within reach of the water.

You quiet hum to yourself as the basket slowly starts to fill up, your leg cramping every once in a while, forcing you to take small breaks in between handfuls of berries.

Out of nowhere, a large wave of light is fired at you, causing you to get blasted through the huckleberries and down to the riverbed. A scream escapes your lips as you land, echoing throughout the forest as the plants around you catch fire.

Ushiwaka hears the scream from where he had just started tending to his garden outside of the house, and he begins sprinting toward the river at the resounding cry.

Then through the path burnt by the light and fire, stands Tendo Satori, his palms glowing and a sadistic grin on his face. As the light fairy makes his way towards you, you scramble to your feet, holding your own glowing palms out in front of you in defense.

Tendo smiles at you before saying, “Well, well, well, little light fairy, looks like you’re trapped.” And he wasn’t wrong, you were surrounded by water, which definitely didn’t aid you in fighting.

Ushijima appears moments afterward, his chest heaving and his eyes widening as they lock onto the tall form in front of him. He coughs for a split second, gaining the attention of the red-headed light fairy as he stutters out, “T- Tendo? I thought you were killed...”

Tendo just laughs out, “Oh my, you big oaf, I was simply recruited to the correct side of this world, to serve under his majesty, King Oikawa.”

As Tendo takes a step toward you, Ushijima steps toward Tendo with a deep shout of, “You get away from her, NOW.”

Tendo ignores Ushijima’s words and starts advancing toward you again, bringing a light beam to his fingers, he chuckles darkly.

You glance at Ushijima, panic, and terror written all over your disheveled features and you yell to him, “This is your friend, Tendo? Why didn’t you tell me he’s a psychopath?!”

Ushijima starts to make his way toward you as he calls back, “Well he wasn’t like this before! He never would have bowed down to Oikawa unless they brainwashed him!”

True panic starts to set in at Ushijima’s words, and you can feel the control of your power start to slip with every passing second. Tendo laughs maniacally, shooting beams of light at you in rapid succession.

On instinct, you engage your light power, sending a huge wave of light and heat out, causing trees and bushes on the edge of the water to catch fire. You had stopped paying attention to your surroundings, totally giving into the dark and dangerous part of your power.

Tendo just smiles at you and shouts with joy, “Yes! Yes! Unleash your true power, my fellow fairy!”

Ushijima had to stop whenever you sent out your blast of light, and he was at a loss for what to do as you lost control of yourself. He gazed around him, eyes cataloging the damage of your powers, ruining all of the berry plants and the new growth at the water’s edge.

With no other choices left, Ushijima starts to transform into his wyvern. He hopes it’ll be enough to battle Tendo, or at least begin to start putting out a large number of the flames.

Once he’s fully transformed, the large wyvern dives into the river before reemerging, trying to splash the flames out as you begin firing at Tendo. Ushijima’s wyvern lets out a roar as he dives at Tendo, his green eyes focusing on the smaller figure of the light fairy.

As Ushijima’s wings carry him around, Tendo gets slightly distracted from you, giving you the chance to aim a little more clearly at the evil light fairy. As quick as one of your light beams, a silent arrow flies across the sky, ripping through one of Ushijima’s wings.

The wyvern falls with an ear-piercing screech, and you suddenly regain control of your powers when you realize Ushijima’s body crashed from the sky and onto the ground. Standing downriver is a tall dark elf, holding an elegantly crafted obsidian bow with an evil grin on his face.

Ushijima had no other choice than to morph back into his human form, the poison arrow sticking straight out of his shoulder. Oikawa appears next to Tendo while you start running over to Ushijima, power and elegance hanging in the air at the dark elf king’s presence.

Ushijima rolls over with a groan and manages to cough out, “Don’t worry about me, Y/n, just defeat them.” Your heart breaks at the battered sight of Ushijima in front of you, his body broken, bruised, and bloody.

It was at that moment, you knew. Ushijima was no longer just someone letting you live with him, helping you out, or even just a caretaker for you. You were completely, utterly, and helplessly in love with Ushijima Wakatoshi.

With Ushijima’s go ahead, you turn around, light flaring at your palms as your eyes begin to glow gold. A loud scream leaves your lips as you charge at Oikawa and Tendo, light flashing from your palms as you aim the beams at the two men.

In a few quick movements, you have made a fire ring around Oikawa, the flames lapping tall against the sky as you turn to face Tendo. The light fairy is just looking at you smugly, but his smile falters when he hears Ushijima’s delirious call through the crackle of the fire, “T-Tendo?”

A look of horror appears on Tendo’s face as he takes in the raging fire around him and his gaze lands on Ushijima. In a few large strides, Tendo is in front of Ushijima and says, “Oh my gosh, Wakatoshi, what happened to you? What happened to me?”

Ushijima groans as Tendo helps him sit up and he blinks hazily at the redhead, the poison from Oikawa’s arrow starting to pump throughout his blood. It takes a moment for Ushijima to respond before he manages, “Tendo… you, you gave into Oikawa, you were fighting us...”

While Tendo tries to move Ushijima out of the fight, you step through the circle of blazing fire to be met face to face with Oikawa. With a snarl on your lips you sneer, “So this is the Dark Elf King Oikawa, huh?”

Oikawa just smiles back at you, reaching behind him to grab another poison arrow from his quiver as he says, “My, my. That red-headed light fairy wasn’t wrong when he said you had a strong will.”

You spit on the ground next to him, jutting your chin out you spew, “Pathetic. I expected more from you, Oikawa Tooru.”

The dark elf king just smiles maniacally at you, his brown locks of hair wavering from the heat of the fire, as he grabs the arrow from his quiver, quickly trying to catch it on the string of his bow.

However, you waste no time, raising your hands in front of you, you blast him into a solid tree trunk behind him. Oikawa’s hands drop both the bow and the arrows as he flies through the air, his back cracking against the firm wood behind him.

You find it within you to will the fires around you to calm, bringing the flames even with the forest floor before the embers burn out. As you step out of the ring of embers, you see Oikawa knocked unconscious against the base of a tree trunk.

Your (colored) eyes catch onto Tendo’s figure tending to Ushijima, and you go to scream at him to get away when you realize that your fellow light fairy is helping Ushijima.

You jog over to him, eyes frantically scanning over Ushijima’s large figure as you pant out, “Watch over Oikawa, I need to run to the shack and get some rope to tie him up.”

Tendo just nods as you take off sprinting, your legs carrying you toward the small house you had learned to call home. You barely register arriving at the house, finding the rope, and even making it back to the clearing where the three men were at.

You give the rope to Tendo to restrain the unconscious Oikawa as you kneel beside Ushijima, who was flickering in and out of consciousness. You start panicking, and you can feel the anxiety bubbling in your chest as you start to shake Ushijima, trying to keep him awake.

A sob of, “Please stay awake, Toshi. I grabbed an elixir from the medicine drawer when I ran back to the house. Please wake up!” Tears begin streaming down your face as your hands shakily fumble with the small glass bottle.

You call to Tendo, “Please help me get him against a tree so I can get this in his mouth!” Tendo had just finished tying up Oikawa before he returned to your side, helping you haul the large frame of Ushijima over to a tree, leaning him up against the trunk gently.

With your shaky hands, you pop the lid off of the elixir, allowing the mouth of the bottle to press against Ushijima’s lips as you pour the purple liquid onto his tongue. When the bottle is empty you pull away, your vision blurring as you gaze at the battered form of the man you had come to love.

A light cough leaves Ushijima’s throat, catching your attention before you’re hovering over him again, worrying etched in your features. With hazy eyes, he tries to focus on you as he asks, “Y/n? What happened? Where are we?”

A wavering sigh leaves your lips as you cup his face in your hands and you whisper, “You got shot by a poison arrow from Oikawa, Tendo’s back to himself. We are just outside of the river, I had to give you a potion to stop the poison from spreading.”

Ushijima doesn’t say anything, just slightly nods in your hands before his eyes close for a moment. Another cry leaves your lips as your hands tilt his face toward your own, your eyes scanning over his body rapidly, searching for any other major injuries.

You notice Tendo had managed to pull the arrow out, and as you take in Ushijima’s form, simply covered in a ripped up tank top and a pair of pants, covered in sweat, dirt, and blood, you can’t help but think it’s the most beautiful he’s ever looked.

“Please,” you whimper as you gently turn his face back and forth in your hands, tears streaming down your cheeks, “Please stay with me, Toshi.”

Tendo steps forward and says, “I think he’s just unconscious, I can carry him back to the shack if you want to stay here with Oikawa, I can bring back the cart to haul him to the Kingdom of the Griffins.”

You nod as you release your grip from his face, muffling your cries as you walk over to the tied-up form of Oikawa, and you can’t stand to see Tendo haul Ushijima’s body away.

You sit on the ground in front of Oikawa as you wait for Tendo to return, wincing in pain as you realize how beat up you actually were. Twenty or so minutes go by until you hear the sound of a horse’s hooves and a cart trailing behind it.

You turn to see Tendo driving Ushijima’s small cart and you smile when you realize Tendo had grabbed some chains too. You help the red-headed light fairy load up the unconscious body of Oikawa, helping his chain down the limbs of the dark elf.

A small smile sits on your lips as you look at Tendo and say, “Thank you, Tendo. I’m Y/n, I have been with Ushijima for a few months now. I appreciate your help, and it’s an honor to meet you.”

Tendo grabs your shoulder lightly with his own grin as he says, “No, thank you. I don’t know how Wakatoshi would have survived without me, and you have pushed him this far. The least I can do is take Oikawa to Prince Daichi’s palace, they can detain him there.”

You nod as the tall man jumps into the driver’s seat of the cart, calling over his shoulder, “The trip will take me a few days, I should be back in a week or so. The nearest town is about a half a day’s walk away from here if you need anything. Take care of Wakatoshi while I’m gone.”

You wave to Tendo’s disappearing figure as you begin your own trek back to the small house. You half limp, half walk back to the shack, your pace picking up when you realize Ushijima was left alone while you and Temdo dealt with Oikawa.

When you manage to make it through the front door, you stumble toward the bedroom. You burst into the room to see Ushijima peacefully resting on top of the covers.

You realize he’s in no immediate danger, so you take the time to strip out of your dirty clothes and give yourself a quick scrub down. Afterward, you carefully treat the wounds you can reach before changing into one of Ushijima’s large shirts and a pair of shorts.

Once you are clean and somewhat comfortable, you sit down next to Ushijima, taking a clean and damp washcloth to clean his skin. You wipe everything you can reach without having to remove any clothing, as you couldn’t lift his large form yourself.

You don’t notice the tears slipping down your cheeks until a warm and rough hand on your cheek alerts you. Ushijima is staring at you with half-lidded eyes as he mumbles, “You are so beautiful.”

A broken laugh leaves your lips as you lean into his touch, closing your eyes at the feeling of him being warm and alive next to you. Ushijima’s green eyes glow with love as he scans over your features.

He looks at the curve of your cheek under his palm, he looks at the soft gleam in your eye when you gaze at him, and he looks at the small smile settling on your lips because he’s still with you.

Ushijima allows his hand to travel from cupping your cheek to the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your (colored) locks of hair as he slowly sits up. You shift closer to him as he moves to lean his back against the headboard of the bed, and you gently sit on his lap as your faces near each other.

You lock eyes with the green-eyed wyvern morphling in front of you, and you can’t help the butterflies in your stomach as he observes you. Ushijima moves his other hand to rest on the lower part of your neck, pushing your body to allow your forehead to rest against his own.

The two of you are silent in that moment, sitting together, breathing together, living together, and for each other. Ushijima can’t help the way his eyes flick from your own to your lips, but he finds himself looking back into your eyes with complete and utter adoration.

His plump lips part slightly as he whispers, “You have my heart, Y/n. You have every part of me and my soul. I give myself to you, Y/n. I love you.”

A bright and blinding smile breaks out across your face as you press your forehead closer to his, and your eyes shut with tears of joy as you rest your hands on his broad shoulders.

Ushijima stays silent as he watches you, not an ounce of nervousness or care in the world for what he just said. He couldn’t be afraid when he just barely beat death, and he had you sitting on his lap, smiling at him.

He thought your smile was as bright as any light ray would have shined, and he feels his heart skip a beat when you open your mouth and reply, “I love you too, Toshi. You have my heart, my soul, and my body. I am yours.”

Ushijima gives you a breathtaking smile as he looks at you, brushing his nose against yours slightly as he basks in what he knows now to be your love for him.

You turn your head slightly, your heart beating faster when you take a glance at his mouth, and Ushijima quickly understands.

Ushijima uses the hand tangled in your hair to gently tip your head, tilting his own face slightly to the side as he leans into your touch. In a final bold move, Ushijima brushes his lips against your own parted ones.

You could feel your heart jump in your chest as your lips finally connect with Ushijima’s, a soft and inaudible gasp escaping your throat as you move your mouth against his own.

Ushijima melts in your touch, and he can’t help but crave the way you taste and feel against his mouth. Your kiss is slow, delicate, and everything he’s ever dreamed it to be and more.

Your lips seem to move in perfect rhythm with his own, and you let one hand smooth up Ushijima’s neck to run your fingers through his short locks of olive hair. Ushijima lets the kiss stay slow and wanting, never pushing you any further than you wanted to go.

You were addicted to the way his mouth tasted against your own, and despite the faint tang of blood, you knew he was everything you had ever wanted. You were almost sad when Ushijima started to pull away, but that feeling soon left when you saw the way he looked at you.

Those green eyes you had fallen in love with shined with adoration, and the smile on his lips told you that you were the reason behind it. You almost flush under the intensity of his gaze, so you lean forward again, chest heaving, to press a gentle and slow kiss to his lips.

Ushijima grunts softly at your movement, causing you to pull away rapidly when you realized your hand had slipped down to where the arrow had entered his shoulder.

You shift in his lap as you stutter out, “I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean-” “It’s alright, my love,” Ushijima says softly, cupping your face again and rubbing his thumb under your eye in small circles.

You feel your heart swell at the sweet pet name and you smile down at him and whisper, “I love you, Ushijima Wakatoshi.”

He smiles back at you and replies, “And I, you.”

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soundsaboutrighttumblr · 4 years ago

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WBL: Fighting Mr. 2nd episode 3

Meta ramble. I wrote fic too, already.

Well, wasn’t the first thing we heard about Shu Yi’s father, how little Shu Yi told little Shi De - and us - he always causes trouble?

Ep. 3 told us so much about Shu Yi and his Dad and their relationship, how Shu Yi does love and relationships, and why. And also showed us how similarly Shi De and Dad act in certain ways and situations, and Shu Yi’s reactions to that. The scenes where they are mirrored, in front of Shu Yi’s home, after Shu Yi has thrown both of them out? The way they are a mirror image of each other when reaching for their respective glasses of whiskey in that very next scene?

We know now: Shu Yi is not new to the experience of having his boundaries crossed, and being hurt by the decisions and misjudgments of the person he put his trust in. He has been struggling with it for all of his life, because of his relationship with his dad. Like with Shi De, the manipulations stem from a deep love and desire to protect, and Shu Yi knows and loves them for that same care that comes from it, but suffers from when it becomes overbearing and won’t allow for Shu Yi’s own agency in his life and his relationships.

With both of them, Shu Yi’s reactions can go deeply beyond anger, and damn if that doesn’t even hurt more.

Both Shi De and Dad like to take control of a situation, try to make the situation - and Shu Yi – work along their terms. Sometimes all Shu Yi can do to not allow that is to put distance between them and himself. Storm out in anger. Or not in anger. But leave.

For example, the scene in the office, where Shu Yi felt for a minute in control of the situation, hate-seducing Shi De, only for Shi De to take control back, even by offering his help, his submission. But the way it was done, acting more than reacting, it was still giving control back to Shi De, had Shu Yi backing away, so he left that scene, overwhelmed.

In the scene with his Dad, where Shu Yi recounts all the times his Dad’s best intentions have hurt him, he tries and puts distance between them. His Dad follows still, and attempts to take control of the situation again, by joking and trying to get Shu Yi to concede, to signal forgiveness. It hurts because it blurs the lines of who is the adult and who the child, even if they are both adults now. And mind you, those are not conscious manipulations I believe, but mostly learned behavior, infringing on Shu Yi’s boundaries nonetheless. Dad is a business man, good in getting what he wants, after all.

So, Shu Yi has experience and a concept of boundaries, and I believe a sense of being ‘violated’ and it being wrong, too, a clear rational judgment on that, even if the emotional judgment can never be clear or easy, when so much love and attachment is involved.

He accepts some of those transgressions, because he loves the transgressors and their care for him. Is that right? Is that healthy? Is that just life, where people are not islands? He will have to set those boundaries for himself, and decide about his priorities.

He has been allowing his dad those transgressions, which shows in the resignation with which Shu Yi handles that situation. The anger doesn’t even flare up, not outwards, because he’s been doing that dance growing up all the time. Maybe not on that scale of Dad fucking up his happiness, but psychologically, is it really so different from those breaches of trust, those perceived failures of keeping Shu Yi unhurt, isn’t everything like that monumental and shaping somehow when young?

He allows Shi De those transgressions, too. In that couch scene from last ep. In this ep, when he takes the phone from him, and carries him to the bed, against Shu Yi’s demands. Look at his face, Shu Yi seems not even mad, at tops mildly annoyed, possibly even a bit enamored with the dominance and care that lies underneath.

Maybe that is, in a sad way, because he has internalized, that those compromises and concessions come with the kind of passionate and protective and overbearing love he wants. “You even love his disadvantages? Tue love then, huh?”

Maybe, in a more empowered way, he can accept them, because those transgressions do not shake him in his foundations. Those foundations are built on being loved, by flawed people, but a fierce love nonetheless. Those transgressions do not tell Shu Yi, who he is and what he deserves. That might be idealistic thinking though.

Because that, too, is of course a very complex topic. Because yeah, there’s his headspace, where he can tell right and wrong, and what is respect and what not - just think back to when he overheard Shi De and Doc talking about America and said something along the lines of “Why didn’t you tell me? You should have asked if I was okay with a long-distance relationship. Do you have any respect for me?”

Also the stand he makes in the newest ep, that Shi De did not respect and trust Shu Si’s devotion and commitment, shows that he has a claer mind, that he has been wronged with that.

But. There are also his deeper fears, that his headspace can’t reach, his trust issues with trusting people with all his heart, his readiness for believing Shi De cheated, because it must be what Shu Yi deserves, somehow, right. And Shi De, you know now he thinks that, can you adress it already ffs?

So yeah, that’s why it is so sad, when he realizes Shi De did not believe in his love/forever back then, just like his dad does not believe in his right to make his own decisions, even if he bravely takes a stand. “He told me he would leave me if I didn’t accept it.” Because he apparently still is percieved by them as their inferior, their second, never their equal.

Sad, sad. Hopefully they can all learn from that.

Sorry for the kind of unstructured ramble, just wrote it down as the thoughts game, no claim on it being exhaustive or complete

#wbl meta #wbl #we best love: fighting mr. 2nd #episode 3 #reaction #thoughts #meta #mostly still on family relations and boundaries #noona96n

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solesurvivorpaigeargot · 4 years ago

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Okay but let’s talk about the opening of Fallout 4

And I’m not talking about the part where you gotta pantomime your way through a half-hour of BS at least before you’re actually allowed to step out into the world and get shite started [seriously Bethesda, if you’re gonna keep making openings like this, please include a ‘get to the point’ option and stop making modders do it for you. First time it’s interesting, second time it’s mind-numbing.] I’m talking about when you roll up on the museum and have to help out Preston and the gang-- and I’m just gonna rant for a few paragraphs here so here’s a read-more cut so I don’t clog up dashes too badly.

Fallout 4 never gives you the chance to value human life.

Fallout 3 had this issue as well, but it’s even more glaring in 4 because in 3 an order came down for your death. When you aren’t given a choice, what you’re doing can at least be penciled in as self-defense. 4 expects you to devalue raiders and treat them as unreasonable threats, to see them as a shooting gallery and nothing else... but there’s a serious problem with the framing.

You made me pantomime being a normal person for the first 30 min to hour of your experience, and now you’re telling me a normal person can just pick up a gun and start popping people with no moral issues.

This is required to even get close enough to talk to Preston. He might take out all the raiders if you’re willing to wait 20 minutes, but when you put yourself into the role play head space of a character, what kind of person ducks behind the sandbags and waits for the dude with the laser to pick everyone off? And there is no force preventing you from simply running away, this is true-- but doing so simply removes your ability to interact with what is a core mechanic of the game a-la the minutemen and establishing settlements. So if you wanna keep the game experience intact, and follow along with the mission? Murder is required, without any time taken out to consider the value of human life or if that murder is justified, or if your character is capable of that kind of violence.

To say I dislike this headspace in shooters, that whomever the denoted ‘bad’ group is are just okay to treat as squishy playthings, more so in shooters that try to integrate choice and morality, is a massive understatement. There are plenty of other things in the commonwealth that could threaten a group of settlers that aren’t people, and framing us as a normal person [PARTICULARLY IF YOU PLAY AS ‘NORA’ WHO WAS NOT A MILITARY MEMBER] who is just immediately ready for this is ASSUMPTIVE BULLSHIT. More so when you remember that if you played as ‘Nate’ this dissonance would be less-- it assumes a male audience who would choose the male protagonist, and his military service makes this opening a lot smoother. But when you don’t? It becomes batshit insane. Your average lawyer is not ready to just pick up a gun and wreck people, even when there are innocents on the line.

So, if ya like, I’m gonna propose an ‘alternate’ idea for what this mission could have been that would have kept all the same elements. The raiders, the power armor, the deathclaw-- but not forced the player character directly into murder.

Step 1: Finding Dogmeat.

When we find Dogmeat, he appears to be just... wandering the gas station? And yeah, he’s in our path, but Mama Murphy appears to think that Dogmeat went and found you, so let’s take that a step further. Let’s say Dogmeat actually ran and found you-- that he spawns into the world when you get past the footbridge, and no matter where you go from there Dogmeat will find and bark at you. That no matter how you treat him, Dogmeat will try to lead you to Concord and ruin your stealth by running in circles around you and barking if you try to go the wrong way. That this pupper is trying to find someone to help his group, he found you.

Step 2: The approach.

So say we follow Dogmeat, who leads us to where the raiders and Preston’s group are in standoff. And yeah, sure, we pass the main road where they’re all sandbagged up, but Dogmeat leads us around back to a rear entrance the raiders have not yet realized exists. Possibly a fire escape that has a ladder that could be released from above that was pulled up when Preston and co hunkered down. While, yes, the player could choose to engage the raiders at this point, deciding they’ve seen enough and take on the museum from the front? Going around, Dogmeat barking, and Mama appearing to let the ladder down because she probably knew you were coming gives you a non-violent in. Why haven’t the group left? There’s too many of them to just sneak out, Mama is old and slow, and Jun is nearly catatonic. No changes have to be made to the group to make that path out non-viable, it’s simply a way for you to get in, speak to Preston, and understand what the fuck we’re dealing with here without the one and only solution being kill everyone-- though the power armor is posited as something that might be helpful in a show of force to get the raiders to fuck the fuck off.

Step 3: The Raiders.

Banditry is not something ‘bad people’ do. It is an act of desperation. The idea that all the raiders are just the most repugnant people on the planet, and there appears to be no fuckin’ end to them is the same flavor of bullshit that’s used in all that war on drugs propaganda 50′s politicians were so high on. The idea of ‘Oh, the raiders are just bad people, so it’s okay to shoot at them’ ignores that they are people. People with lives. People with motivations. People who had their own path that led to where they are and what they’re doing. And what motivates a person to this kind of violence?

Starvation, usually. And I’ll be the first to say I don’t make great decisions when I’m hungry, either, but let’s dig a little deeper on this. Let’s step into the role of the leader of a raider group for a few seconds, get into this head space, and think about what’s going down with Preston’s group.

Imagine that I am a leader of a raider band. Let’s imagine that it started as me and a friend getting forced out of Diamond city, possibly given exile, because we couldn’t find work and decided to steal some food. The lack of work was no fault of our own; me and my friend may not have known the right people, or had the right skill sets, or been willing to take work that risked our lives as if we were worth nothing. Maybe we survived on good will for a while, but after so many hungry days got desperate, held up the Dugout for all the caps they had, or stole food from the general store, and tried to run with the take before we got caught. Whether we were caught, stripped of our gains, and then thrown out, or we got away-- we now have a place we can’t go anymore, and are at the mercy of the outside world. Are we bad? Are we bad because we were starving to death and desperate? Am I bad for coming up with a not great plan but at least trying to take action rather than just quietly dying in a gutter? I just wanted to eat. So now me and my friend are drifters, and we stick together because we’re all we got. And maybe we meet another drifter here, and another one there, and on some hungry night someone gets the idea that hey, if we all jump out from the side of the road and threaten a trader, maybe they’ll drop some of their stock without a fight?

We don’t want caps. We want food. We can’t spend the caps, and we don’t wanna get into a fight because none of us can get treatment-- we’re exiles and criminals. We don’t want blood, we want to eat.

So we threaten a trader, and that goes well-- we got supplies! But those supplies don’t erase our records. We still need to live, and this food is only gonna last so long. The traders know about us now, they talk-- even if we got money, who the hell would trust us? No one, that’s who. Even better, sounds like our little hold-up horned in on some other group’s territory that we didn’t even know about, and they ain’t happy with us. We all have guns, but none of us have ever killed anyone. None of us want to. We just wanted to eat.

So did the other group. They just wanted to eat, too, but they saw us horning in on their territory. Their take. Those supplies belonged to them. They have mouths to feed. More than us, probably. We stole from them, and all we wanted was to eat.

Whatever happens next is desperate, and it’s a baptism in blood. It’s a process of alienation. While there may be a select few who are actually out of their gourd and enjoy the violence, the majority of people who engage in banditry are desperate and hungry.

So what the hell does this have to do with the group holding up Preston’s group?

By all rights, Preston’s group does not have anything a gang of raiders wants. Even if they’re far enough along that caps have value to them again, able to do trade with their own network, injuries are expensive and often lead to permanent disability because these groups lack consistent access to medical supplies and knowledge, and fatalities means your crew is down an important and useful member. SO WHAT THE FUCK DO THEY WANT?

In the canon encounter, what they want is nothing. They want to wipe out Preston’s group because the game said so [I think there’s a terminal entry about it later, like they’re getting paid or something, but no payment is worth getting wiped out the way they did, and you don’t run a group that big on blind arrogance alone. Gristle woulda been displaced by then. All the caps in the world aren’t worth your life; you can’t feed dead crew members, and greed is useless when you’re blacklisted from all the settlements with any sense of luxury] They exist to shoot at. But when we ascribe motivation to them, what the fuck do they want?

The power armor.

It’s a tool; something that would change the balance of power in the area, make other groups think twice and lower the chance of losses when trying to gain supplies. Screw wiping these morons out, there’s only five of them left-- hold them at stand-off for a day or so until someone breaks and asks to negotiate, make them drop everything they’ve got as the toll for getting out, and then the group steps in to take the prize. There’s no need for anyone to get shot, just gotta starve ‘em out a little and then let them run with their lives.

Step 4: The Death Claw

So we have a stand-off situation that could... probably be pretty easily negotiated through without major loss of life. Your player character is a third party, after all. Opens up some non-lethal ways of doing things if you wanna convince Preston and co to give up all their stuff if it means getting out with their lives. Likewise, a high speech character could possibly go to Gristle and convince him that you’ve seen the power armor and it’s wrecked, no worth the effort he’s spending on bottling this crew up, and the men he’s probably already lost in the process. Or maybe a character with high intelligence could work with Sturges to sabotage the power armor, handing it over to the raiders knowing that in a day or two it’ll fall apart. All of these make for some interesting shades-of-gray choices...

Then the deathclaw shows up. In the middle of negotiation. Everyone gets forced up to the upper floor; no time to kill each other, there’s a giant murder machine prowling around the lobby and it is only a matter of time before it climbs up to the second floor and starts ripping out walls and doors to get at people.

This could have served to make the situation even more interesting-- if you’d gone aggro in the beginning and started killing raiders in the streets, you have less people to deal with a massive threat that could kill the fuck out of you. If you’d been in the middle of convincing the raiders to take a sabotaged set of power armor, you’d have to explain to them why the power armor isn’t gonna help you... or let Gristle take it and get murdered when it freezes up and leaves him stranded to get ripped out of the can and munched. Is that murder? How’s the player feel about that? Meanwhile, if you hadn’t killed anyone and were in the middle of negotiating a bloodless solution, you might have a chance of unifying everyone to take down the deathclaw-- possibly with a future bonus that Gristle and his crew wanna go straight and giving you the choice to set them up within your settlement system, or becoming yet another ‘civilized’ system that won’t work with them because they’re too far gone.

...................... I may have to write another fic just to explore these ideas in a modified canon.

#Fallout 4 #Preston #Raiders #Gristle #speculation #choice

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the-impostor-among-us · 3 years ago

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Chapter 15: Old Ties

“Brother? As in that guy is your brother? As in you have a brother? BROTHER?!” Egg was loudly freaking out.

“What, not happy to see me again?” The guy talking had a few other creatures behind him. He looked almost human, though he was a bit skinny. The creatures behind him resembled a scorpion, a bear, and a bat. But a lot bigger. They were laughing amongst themselves.

I growled quietly. “What do you want?” I stood in front of my friends, who gathered closer together as the other alien creatures began to surround us.

“Well it’s been so long since everyone’s seen you last, we thought you should come back to cave, maybe bring your friends.” He gave a sharp toothed grin, a long tongue flicking out.

“No chance, these are my friends and if you lay a finger on them I’ll tear you limb from limb.” I snarled back.

“Hate to brake it to you, but you’re not exactly in a position to argue right now. So, why don’t you comply for now, and we can ask dad about your friends, hm?” My brother smirked.

I hated to admit it, but he was right. “Fine, but hurt them and you’ll pay for it.” As soon as I said the words, the creatures that had circled us began shoving us along, heading deeper into the territory.

Soon enough we reached a large cave entrance. We walked inside, walking for a few minutes in dark and silence before a dim light was visible up ahead.

Soon enough the heat blasted us as we walked closer. Soon enough we were walking into a huge cavern. Full of places to hide and trails to walk around. Gathered in small pockets all over the cave walls were creatures of all kinds tucked away, watching. Some walked around on the trails, scampering into hideouts. In the center of the cavern was a deep pit, and lava was at the bottom. Falling in meant certain death. Hanging over the pit was a single outcrop of stone.

We all look up to a ledge that stuck out from one of the walls, halfway up the wall. A growl came from the shadows, and out walked what looked like a large fox, it was mostly white with red accents. It bore two yellow eyes and had 9 tails. It had to be about the size of a polar bear.

My friends seemed surprised when it began to speak. “What a surprise, I didn’t think we’d ever see you again. And what’s this? You’ve brought a gift with you?”

I pushed my way forward, growling. “My idiot brother brought us. We’re just passing through. They’re my friends, and if anyone lays a finger on them they’re dead!” My voice echoed through the cavern.

“Calm down little one. I would never hurt my daughter’s friends. However, I am going to have to keep you all contained. I don’t exactly think you’re in the right headspace right now.” His voice was smug, and he drew out the words a bit. He turned and nodded to my brother. Soon enough we were being dragged to a tunnel, and dumped in a cave. As soon as we were alone Crown came marching up to me.

“Wolf. Explain. Now.” His voice was deadly serious.

I sighed. “Okay well, basically all the creatures in this cavern are possessed by parasites. That nine tailed thing out there? That’s my dad. The leader of this little group. Everyone goes out and brings back food for him, and once he’s had his fill everyone else fights for theirs. He claims that teamwork helps them but all it’s done is give him power. I was originally supposed to prove my worth as the next in line for leadership to the group by infiltrating the group that came to Polus before us, but even then I hated him and that place. I stayed there, and well, you know the rest. By now he’s probably already training my brother to be the next leader, and intends to partner me off with someone to make the next generation. And as for you guys? Either you’ll become hosts, or dinner.”

A range of emotions covered everyone’s faces, from deep in thought to plagued with fear.

“So what are we gonna do now?” Snorkel asked.

“Well, we’re probably going to have to wait until my father summons us to speak to him. Let me take the lead, alright?” I said.

“Well, my tablet shows it’s nighttime now, Unfortunately I don’t have connection in here. I suggest we have one person on guard while the rest of us take turns sleeping.” Caution explained.

I nodded. “I’ll go first, you guys get some rest.” Soon enough I was sitting down in front of everyone else, watching as they laid on the rough stone ground to get what little sleep they could.

End of chapter 15

So I hope that made sense, and if it didn’t I can explain in more detail through asks!

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stuffthatbard · 4 years ago

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Mating Season

Summary: It's Geralt's third year out on the Path, and while he might think he's seen everything the Continent has to offer, he's wrong. Or, Geralt gets fucked by a dragon.

Tags: Monsterfucker Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, sex with a dragon, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Large Cock, Witcher Stamina, Come Inflation, Multiple Orgasms, belly bulge, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Dragons, Enthusiastic Consent

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It was Geralt’s third year out on the Path, and he thought there wasn’t much that could surprise him. He’d seen it all—necrophages, draconids, wraiths. Even a rogue earth elemental, once, which had been a grueling fight, but which had paid out quite handsomely.

He was pretty well versed in more intimate matters, too—though he’d often fooled around with the other boys at Kaer Morhen, he hadn’t known what else sex had to offer until he’d finally gone out into the world. When he’d first gathered up the coin and the courage to visit a brothel, he’d been nervous but willing to learn. And did he ever—how to fuck, how to be fucked, all the different things you could do with hands and mouths and other people.

All this was to say—Geralt thought he knew what he was getting into when he took the contract. It seemed easy enough—something was living up in the caves on top of the mountain, and the villagers were scared enough to hire a witcher to take care of it. Geralt accepted the gold and hiked up there, expecting a rock troll maybe, or a wyvern at the worst.

What he found was far more interesting—a dragon. Not a wyvern, not a basilisk, not a forktail. A real, honest-to-gods golden dragon, which weren’t supposed to exist.

The dragon in question was standing protectively in front of the entrance to its cave, tail lashing and teeth bared—but it didn’t attack. Strange.

Geralt carefully lowered his hand from where he had been gripping the pommel of his sword, watching with awe as the dragon relaxed some. So it was intelligent, then. Sentient, even?

“I’m not here to hurt you,” Geralt said calmly, staring into its eyes, willing it to understand. “I was sent up here to investigate, that’s all.”

“And how am I to trust you, witcher?” spoke the golden dragon—quite intelligent, then. “I know your kind well. You hunted my brethren to extinction for a handful of coins at the order of the humans. Little better than cold-blooded killers, all of you.”

“Not all of us. Me, my brethren—we don’t kill dragons. We don’t kill any sentient creatures, as long as we aren’t forced.” With every word, he hoped the dragon would sense the truth of it—he truly didn’t want to hurt the dragon, but he would, if it was a threat to the people living below.

The dragon narrowed its eyes. “Why are you here, then?”

“As I said—I was paid to investigate the creature living on the mountain. As far as I can see, you’re doing no harm living up here. My work is done, and I’ll leave you in peace.” Geralt slowly lowered his hands as he spoke, relaxing, and the dragon did the same, straightening from its defensive crouch.

The dragon stared at him for one long, inscrutable moment—Geralt felt as if he were back under the judging gaze of the master witchers back home, small and inexperienced. Looking into the dragon’s eyes, he could tell that it had seen countless more winters than him, was wiser and more experienced than he could ever hope to be.

And then it huffed out a puff of smoke, lumbering aside to reveal its nest behind it. “I thank you, Geralt of Rivia, for your understanding and kindness. I will let you go in peace now—unless you desire to fulfill another purpose here. I would pay handsomely should you agree, but neither would I force you should you disagree.”

“What is it?” Geralt asked warily. Never had he gotten a contract from a non-human before.

“I would take you to my nest for an evening. It is mating season for my kind, and though I would normally spend it alone, I would prefer a willing partner, if you’re so inclined.”

Geralt stared. The dragon stared back with its fiery gold eyes, unflinching.

“I’ll do it,” Geralt said.

The dragon led him inside the cave to its nest, which was quite cozy, considering. It had gathered animal pelts and arranged them into a thick blanket on the cavern floor, and piled even more around the edges, forming a protected depression just large enough for the dragon to spread out in. Geralt hovered by the edge, uncertain about where to go from here.

The dragon, meanwhile, lit a fire on the other side of the cave, where the smoke wouldn’t smother them, but close enough that Geralt could feel its warmth near the nest.

“Is it custom for humans to breed fully clothed?” the dragon asked, a note of humor in its voice if Geralt wasn’t mistaken.

“No,” Geralt grunted, blushing, and began to strip, quickly and efficiently. Off came his swords, his armor, his clothes, until he stood naked and unashamed in front of the dragon. “How do you want me?” he asked stiffly.

“I want you relaxed, for one thing,” the dragon chided. “As I said, I would like a willing partner. There’s no shame in changing your mind.”

Geralt unclenched his fists and willed his shoulders to drop. “I am willing. How are we doing this?” he asked again.

“Lie down in the nest and try to relax. I’ll be back shortly,” the dragon ordered. Geralt climbed inside as the dragon disappeared into another chamber of the cave.

Lying down on his back, he felt very vulnerable, and had to fight the urge to cover himself. Never had he been so bare, so unprotected in front of a monster—but the dragon wasn’t a monster, he had to remind himself, it was intelligent and nonthreatening.

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply a few times, trying to get into the meditation headspace that always did wonders for calming him down. As he did, he reached a hand down towards his cock and started stroking idly.

As he relaxed more, his cock grew harder beneath his touches, blood rushing to it, and he bit his lip, slowing down before he came. The night hadn’t even started yet—he had infamous witcher stamina, but he had the feeling he would need every bit of it to keep up with the dragon.

He opened his eyes and yanked his hand away from his cock as he heard large footsteps returning. The dragon’s head appeared over the lip of the nest, a small bottle clutched in its jaws.

The dragon dropped it gently on top of Geralt’s chest, and he realized with a blush that it was oil. “Prepare yourself,” the dragon said, pinning him in place with those huge golden eyes.

He snatched the bottle up and yanked the cork out with his teeth, pouring a liberal amount on his fingers. He thanked every god he knew of for the whore in Vizima who had taught him how to open himself up a year ago.

It meant that he knew exactly how to tease himself, how to circle a finger around his entrance, dripping wet with slick, how to gently push a fingertip in, feeling the way he clenched around himself at the first press inwards.

He pulled his fingertip out and pushed it in another inch, gasping at the stretch, though he knew it was hardly anything yet.

“Beautiful,” the dragon murmured, gaze fixated on where his finger was disappearing into himself. Geralt’s face burned hot and he snuck another finger in, mouth dropping open and eyes falling shut. At least now he didn’t have to look at the dragon looking at him with that burning gaze.

He stroked his fingers in and out, breathing heavily, feeling his hole loosen around his fingers as he relaxed more. When he deemed himself ready for another finger, he added it, cock twitching as the stretch increased—not enough to burn, but enough to have him gasping for breath with every movement.

“So good for me,” the dragon purred, and Geralt opened his eyes to see it climbing inside, head dipping close, hot breath puffing over him.

Geralt pulled his fingers free with a wet squelch, letting his hand fall. The dragon hummed and nosed closer to his hole, little puffs of air over it making him shiver.

“Well? Are we going to do this or not?” Geralt croaked.

The dragon chuckled. “I don’t think you’re ready yet,” it said modestly, and Geralt glanced down for the first time to see its cock, standing proud between its legs, absolutely massive. He gulped. He wanted that in him now. “Just a bit longer, little wolf,” it said, and dipped its head again.

Geralt shouted something wordless as he felt its tongue, hot and wet, sliding across his slicked hole. “Alright?” the dragon purred, lifting its head. Geralt nodded faintly, and it ducked back down, delving in again. Geralt brought his fist up to his mouth, biting down on it to stifle any embarrassing whimpers he might have made.

And then its tongue pushed inwards, and all of his efforts to keep silent went out the window. It was so thick, and hot, like a cock but more, moving and wriggling and gods he wasn’t going to last long.

He reached a hand down again and stripped his cock madly, coming mere seconds later, shouting out his pleasure as the dragon wrung him dry.

He panted as he came down from his high, the dragon retreating and letting him catch his breath for a minute. By the time he felt settled enough to open his eyes, he was met with the sight of the dragon’s cock, now leaking and flushed, rutting into the furs of the nest.

“In me,” he gasped, throwing his head back. “In me, now, I’m ready.”

The dragon groaned, nipping at his neck with those wicked, razor-sharp teeth, but Geralt felt no fear. He threw his head back, allowing the dragon greater access to his neck.

The dragon moved, shifting upwards, great body completely covering Geralt, warm and heavy, and then the tip of its cock entered him in one smooth thrust. All of the air left Geralt, or else he would have whimpered at the intrusion.

He rocked his hips into it, urging its cock deeper, harder, faster, but it remained maddeningly out of reach. He whined. “More, please, give me more,” he begged.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” the dragon grunted, seemingly holding back out of sheer will.

“You won’t, I’m a witcher, now give it to me,” Geralt snarled, surging upwards. The dragon let him push it to lie on its back, and he sank onto its cock with a moan. He was so full; he could practically feel the dragon in his throat, its massive cock coring him open.

He panted, moving his hips in small circles until he got used to the stretch, to the fullness that was pervading his entire being. As soon as he was, he unceremoniously lifted himself up and dropped back down, eyes rolling back in his head as its cock brushed right against his prostate.

“You feel so good for me, little wolf. So hot and tight, yes,” the dragon hissed, meeting Geralt’s thrusts with its own. Geralt shivered, cock once again hard and leaking.

“You’re so big,” Geralt muttered in response, increasing his speed until he was riding the dragon with everything he had, letting out little grunts with each thrust.

The dragon groaned, long and low, and then it was coming, cock spurting inside of Geralt, filling him up. Geralt threw his head back and came too, taken over the edge by the feeling of being so completely full.

He hardly even noticed as the dragon sat up, pulling him with it, limp as a ragdoll. The dragon arranged them until Geralt was on his hands and knees, though that didn’t last long, as his arms immediately gave out and he crashed face-first into the furs.

The dragon kept on, heedless of Geralt’s complete lack of energy—but Geralt didn’t ask it to stop. How could he, when it felt so good? Every movement had its cock slamming into his prostate, sensitive but not too much. He moaned. “More. Gimme more,” he slurred. “I wan’ all of it.”

“Don’t worry, little wolf. I’m nowhere near done with you. You’ll be screaming before the night is up,” the dragon promised in a low growl.

It resumed its hammering—Geralt whined and reached a hand down, intent on getting off again, but paused when his hand brushed his stomach. Was that—?

He realized that his stomach was bulging outwards, and not only from the come the dragon had pumped into him. It was the dragon’s cock, he realized, as he felt it moving underneath him.

The thought was so hot—that the dragon was so big he could feel it even through his stomach—that Geralt’s toes curled and he felt himself coming again, hole clenching and fluttering around the dragon’s cock, toes curling, every muscle in his body tensing.

His vision went white.

He came back to himself gods knew how long later, lying on his back in the nest of furs, clean and sated. The dragon was curled around him, like a big, scaly furnace, the heat perfect for his sore and overtaxed muscles.

He could stand to nap a few more hours, he supposed, settling back in against the dragon’s bulk. As his eyes slipped shut once more, he felt the dragon rumble in approval beneath him. He fell asleep with a sated smile on his face.

#stb monsterfucking #stb geralt #stb fic #stb belly bulge #stb inflation

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zamoimagines · 5 years ago

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This Means War

Word Count: 2,583

Pairings: Venable x Reader, Cordelia x Reader

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Warnings: NSFW, oral sex, 18+ themes

Summary: You’re sent to Outpost 3 on behalf of the coven with Coco to protect Mallory. A spell is put over you so that you forget anything you ever knew of being a witch, including all of your memories of your girlfriend, Cordelia. Without the Supreme and being confined to the Outpost after a nuclear missile launch, you feel empty for what seems to be no reason at all. That’s until a new woman, Miss Wilhelmina Venable takes an interest in you.

A/N: It’s the moment you all have been waiting for! Here you go you thirsty motherfuckers, I’m actually incredibly proud of this chapter so I hope ya’ll like it. Enjoy! Dinner’s served.

After that night, you had made it a point to avoid Miss Venable. Too much had happened between you two and you were still reeling from nightmares about the damn mystery woman. Why couldn’t she leave your mind? It was as if the thought of her haunted your mind. It was making you stir crazy.

All of the other residents could tell that something was up. You didn’t put on makeup anymore when you came to dinner. You had gone from opening up a little bit to being completely silent and not talking to anyone. The only time you ever left your room was if it was ordered. The rest of the time, you locked yourself away to keep everyone else out.

The strangest part of all was that Venable hadn’t left her room in nearly a week. Mead always came in her stead to make sure that everything was under control. Out of all of the residents, Coco was the first to ask about Venable’s wellbeing.

“Is she like… sick? Or something?” she would ask.

“That’s none of your business.” Mead would reply, trying to sound stern though it was clear there was a tone of concern to her voice. She would always glance over at you to see if you would react. You always made sure to gaze away so she wouldn’t get a reaction out of you.

You had to admit, you felt terrible that you had treated Wilhelmina in such a way. You hadn’t stopped thinking about the feeling of her hands upon your body. Her grip had been firm, yet so gentle. The thought of her lips brushing against yours sent shivers down your spine. She made you feel so… safe. Being in her arms was the best thing you had felt since the nuclear bomb hit. You were ashamed of the way you acted.

You wished your nightmares would end. You wished the mysterious blonde woman would leave you be. You wanted something to feel normal for just once. Wilhelmina felt normal. Wilhelmina even felt a little more like home. You were too nervous to face her to actually reach out. There was no way you would be forgiven.

The next evening, you had been getting ready for bed. You slipped on your nightgown and cleaned your face up. You hated this time of the night. Sleeping had become a horrendous task, for it only left you restless and unrested. Closing the doors to your wardrobe, you heard footsteps enter your room. In an instant you spun around hoping it was Wilhelmina.

Mead had come in with her hands behind her back. Your heart sank in your chest.

“How can I help you, Miss Mead?” you greeted her with a gentle tone.

“Miss Venable would like to see you in her quarters. I’m to escort you there.”

A wave of anxiety flooded your body. So she did want to talk.

“I’m sorry… I’m not sure if I can tonight. Send my condolences-”

“It’s an order, Miss Y/L/N.” Mead replied.

You weren’t sure of what else to say. Many of the others would’ve fought it, but you didn’t dare to. All you could do was nod and follow Mead out of your room.

Venable’s room was far away from the rest of the residential rooms. In fact, it was right beside the library where you had last seen her. The sight of that room sent chills down your spine. You hated remembering that night.

Mead stopped in front of a tall door with a crest engraved into the wood. She raised her fist and knocked against it three times. The door opened on its own.

You glanced over at Mead to wait for her to lead the way. Though, this time, she merely gestured for you to go in. You were on your own.

When you entered Miss Venable’s room, it didn’t look like anything you’d expected. There was a large bed adorned with a deep purple comforter. The walls were completely empty, all except for a small shelf full of books. In front of the shelf was a writing desk with nothing but a pencil cup and a few pens. You gazed to the middle of the room. There were two black, leather chairs that sat in front of a blazing fireplace. Your breathing nearly stopped.

Miss Venable was standing with her back to you. She was gazing down at the fire, resting her hands on her cane. Her red hair was perfectly curled and fell gracefully down her back. She was in another long nightgown, this one black and rather sheer. A regal looking robe was draped over it all. You felt as if you couldn’t move.

There was a long silence. You weren’t sure of what to say.

“I’m glad you came.” Wilhelmina began, “I wasn’t sure if you would.”

“Miss Mead told me that it was an order.” you replied meekly.

Venable chuckled at the sound of that. She turned around to face you, meeting your gaze. It was incredible how beautiful she was.

“She tends to be forceful at times.” Another long silence. You both didn’t dare to look away from each other.

“I think we need to talk about what happened.”

“Miss Venable-”

“Y/N. Don’t act so formal.”

You paused for a moment.

“Wilhelmina. I… I am so sorry. That night I wasn’t in the right headspace.”

“No, I apologize. I came on too strong.”

You were surprised that she would say such a thing. Venable wasn’t the type to admit when she was wrong, so this was new for you.

“I should have assessed what you were feeling before I tried to make an advance toward you. I never meant to scare you away.”

“You didn’t.”

Her brow raised as you spoke as if she was confused by your words.

“I won’t deny that I have feelings for you, Wilhelmina.” you began, “You did nothing wrong. My nightmares… They’re turning into visions. Hallucinations, if you will. I can’t-” You had to pause for a moment so you wouldn’t tear up. It was too late. Your eyes were already welling up.

“I can’t escape them. I’m so frustrated, and scared, and confused. I-I don’t know what to do.”

Venable’s look had softened. You knew how much she hated to see you cry like this. As a tear fell down your cheek, you glanced down at the ground to try and hide it.

The sound of her cane thudding against the hard floor came closer and closer to you as she moved away from the fireplace. She stopped where you were standing. Her index finger lifted your chin so that she could see your face.

“Is it that woman?” she asked.

You tried to look away, though it was hard to do so. She could see right through you. Venable frowned at the sight of you so upset.

“Y/N… I know you don’t know who she is, and I know that it bothers you so. Even if you did know her, you won’t be able to ever find out.” She moved slightly closer, “I’m not trying to sound mean. I’m just telling you the truth.”

You shook your head.

“What if she’s still out there? W-What if she’s waiting for me-”

“There’s no what if. She’s gone. None of that matters now.” Venable said sternly, “What does matter is what you have. You’ve survived. You have shelter, a constant food source, a warm bed… You have me.”

You glanced back up at her. Perhaps she was right.Why worry about this nonexistent woman when there was a very real, kind, and beautiful one right in front of you. Venable’s hand cupped your cheek once again. This time, you weren’t scared. In fact you had missed the feeling of her touch.

Slowly, you moved your own hand to rest upon her wrist. That same tension from your eventful evening was back and it was stronger than ever.

“I have completely fallen for you, Y/N. I can’t stop thinking about you…” Her face leaned in close to yours, “I won’t stop until you’re mine.”

“Mina…” you whispered. Your heart was racing as a fire stirred in the pit of your stomach.

It all happened so suddenly. Her free arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you tight to her body. Wilhelmina’s breath was hot against your skin, your body completely giving into her embrace. Her lips were almost touching your own.

“May I kiss you?” she murmured.

You were swooning so much that you couldn’t answer. All you could do was give the slightest nod.

She kissed you ever so gently. You two held your position for a moment, not wanting to pull away. The initial kiss was so overpowering that Mina towered over you and pulled you in even tighter. Her lips aggressively caught yours into a deeper kiss that caused you to whimper.

More kisses came and they only continued to grow more passionate. Without stopping, Wilhelmina gradually waltzed you over to her bed. She broke away for a moment to gesture for you to lay down. You did as you were told, and Mina followed close behind you. She hovered over you as she began to kiss your lips once again before trailing down your cheek and to your neck being as gentle as she could. Small gasps fell from your mouth at the feeling of her warm tongue against your skin. You could feel her grinning as she continued to move further down.

As she pressed her lips to your collarbones, her hand slipped down in between your legs. Her fingers danced up your thighs as they made their way to your heated core. You bit your lower lip, your vision becoming hazy from lust.

“Let me show you how much I care for you, darling.” Wilhelmina purred. Her words only made you become more undone for her. You couldn’t say a word, but she knew well enough that you were aching to be touched.

Mina gazed up at you as she barely circled your clit. Your breathing hitched when she moved so agonizingly slow. Leaning your head back into her pillows, you could hear a dark chuckle coming from her.

“Poor thing… You’ve been craving this, haven’t you?” Instead of the gentle, loving tone she had given you before, her voice was domineering, almost evil. Her dominant behavior made you whine helplessly. You wanted her more than anything.

“Mmm, your pussy is soft, darling.” The redhead put a little more pressure onto your core and began to move her fingers slightly faster.

“M-Mina,” you moaned.

“You’re so flustered that you can’t even say my name. That’s adorable.” She moved her face back up to where yours was, kissing your jawline tauntingly.

“Would you like me to kiss it better, love?”

The thought of Wilhelmina going down on you was completely overwhelming. Not in a bad way, but you definitely were nervous. Though you couldn’t hide how wet she was making you. All you could do was give her little mewls of approval.

Seeing you so worked up like this only made her want you even more. She brought her fingers up to her lips, licking them clean. You didn’t dare to break eye contact as she did so.

“You taste divine…” she cooed. You leaned forward and kissed her softly as you let her tongue meet your own. She growled deeply at how weak you were getting.

Mina pulled away before hiking up the skirt of your nightgown. A wide smile grew on her expression as she stared down at your soaking cunt.

“Look how beautiful you look… You’re even prettier like this than I could’ve ever imagined.” she praised as she moved to lay down in between your legs.

She began by letting her lips glide against your inner thigh. Your breathing grew more labored as your arousal intensified. With every touch, she drove your senses insane.

“My pretty girl.” She whispered against your skin. Mina tenderly licked your clit, her velvet tongue leisurely flicking up and down.

A moan slipped out, much more audible than you intended it to be. You were sure that Wilhelmina would tell you to pipe down so that the others couldn’t hear. Yet, she was much too focused on pleasing you to care what anyone else thought.

Her tongue moved in a spiral motion as she sucked on your arousal. A low groan came from her throat as she worked on you. Another moan fell from your lips as she moved faster. One of your hands reached down to stroke the top of her head. She hummed happily from your touch. One finger slid into your tight hole causing you to cry out. You had never felt something so euphoric.

Wilhelmina took no time to slip another finger inside of you. You couldn’t control your volume. She knew exactly how to pleasure you, and considering how long it had been since you’d had any sort of physical contact, you weren’t sure if you wanted to be quiet.

The sensation of her fingers pumping you and her mouth assaulting your bud was enough to send you over the edge. You weren’t sure how long you were going to last. Climax was reaching you and it was happening fast.

“M-Mina, fuck- I-I’m- oh god, you’re gonna make me cum-”

With those words, Mina quickened her pace. You sobbed as your nerves grew more and more heightened.

“Cum for me, baby girl.” She murmured. The sound of her voice alone sent you into overdrive.

“Mina!” you cried out. Almost immediately, your body jolted as you came hard against her mouth. Wilhelmina slowly removed her fingers as she gazed down at the mess you’d made.

“Mmmm…” The redhead purred, “You are absolutely gorgeous, darling.”

You were trying hard to catch your breath. She pressed small pecks against your hand before coming up to lay down beside you. Her arms wrapped around your waist as she held you close to her. In return, you rested your head against her chest and curled up against her body.

“I… That was amazing.” you managed to mutter.

Venable chuckled at how disheveled you looked. It was cute to see you so cuddly. It was even better to feel you in her arms once again.

“Stay with me tonight.”

You didn’t even think about protesting to leave. In fact, you were completely content not ever moving from this spot. Your eyes felt heavy as you tried your best to stay awake. The sex had taken a lot out of you, and the anxiety before all of this had probably worn you out even more.

Wilhelmina could see that you were trying to fight sleep. The grin she wore couldn’t escape her. She pulled the covers up over the two of you before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Go to sleep, darling. You need rest.”

“But… What if I have another nightmare?”

“You won’t. I’ll be right here to protect you.”

You hadn’t heard those words in such a long time. Once long ago, someone else had promised you that same thing. Though when Venable said it you felt that you could wholeheartedly trust her. Before your eyes shut completely, a soft murmur came from you.

“Good night, Mina.”

Venable leaned her chin on the top of your head. The new nickname you had given her warmed her cold, cruel heart.

“Good night, my darling.”

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linerwriter · 5 years ago

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A Distraction

So, uh, I didn’t really plan to make this. It’s more of a vent fic, to be honest.

Fun fact: I have anxiety! And it’s focused mainly on social stuff and the things discussed in this fic! I had an episode yesterday and this kinda came out of it, so I decided to post it because (a) it’s a good fic and (b) I want to raise some kind of awareness for this type of anxiety (where it’s centered more on thoughts produced by the person as opposed to situations).

Warning: if you are not comfortable with the things discussed in this (death, what happens after death, etc.), please don’t read!!! I know my triggers, and if I wasn’t the author of this, I would not read it cause I would not feel comfortable! Please be cautious!

Word count: 1485. For the @linkeduniverse AU.

“I grew up with just my grandma!”

“Oh, really? How’d that go?”

Up ahead of where Wild was walking, his two companions, Wind and Hyrule, were chatting amicably about their families. The three of them had been selected to gather food for dinner, and the hunt had taken them somewhat deep into the woods. Eventually, after Wild had been silent for too long, content to listen to the trees, the others started to entertain themselves.

“It was sad at first,” Wind confessed, “Everyone was kinda just like ‘you’ll get to see them again!’ But they never really thought about how I felt? I mean, sure, I was a little kid, but I still had feelings, ya know?”

Hyrule nodded his head, “I get what you mean. I had a cat when I was really young, and when it died, they all were telling me about how happy he was, and how I’d get to see him again. That stuff was really hurtful!”

Wind suddenly threw his arms up, “It’s like they don’t even care about the remaining family! Like, yeah, I get that they’re gonna go to heaven or whatever, be accepted by the Goddess and all that jazz, but what about the people left behind?”

“Exactly!”

At some point during their conversation, Wild had started to pay attention. His brows furrowed as he thought about his friend’s topic, Accepted by the Goddess, huh? Wonder if that’ll ever happen to me…

He shook his head at the direction his thoughts were taking him, But what happens if it doesn’t? Will I just never wake up again? Slowly, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time crept up his body. Is it guaranteed that I’ll reach the Goddess?

He took in a sharp breath and banished the thoughts. “Guys,” his raised voice grabbed their attention, “I think we should stop soon. The sun’s going down.”

Wind grinned and started to run back to camp, “Hooray!”

As Hyrule took off after their youngest friend, Wild stared after them. An unreadable expression crossed his face until finally, he followed after them.

That experience, to Wild’s displeasure, stayed with him for many days. It often left him unable to sleep (not a surprise) and irritable (a surprise). He gradually became unfocused and spotty from his lack of sleep, but no matter what the others did to try to get him to speak, nothing worked.

Currently, Wild was attempting to make a nice lunch but was failing miserably. From where he was sitting, Twilight noticed how every few seconds, his friend would close his eyes and dip his head, then startle awake.

“What do you suppose is bothering him?” Time spoke up from where he was whittling something from wood. Twilight shrugged,

“Not sure. No clues besides what Wind and Hyrule told us about their walk a couple days back.”

Time sighed, “He needs to start sleeping again soon. We can’t afford to have one of us indisposed of.”

“I’ve been trying to get him to, but even my other form doesn’t help.” Twilight looked toward his ancestor, “I don’t suppose you know what to do?”

“Not even a speck of an idea.”

Twilight snorted, “Great, thanks for the help.”

“You’re welcome, kid.”

“I take offense to that.”

“You should.”

Twilight turned all the way around, “And here I thought you were just a pleasant old man-”

A shriek interrupted the farmer, gone almost as fast as it was there. The two comrades quickly spun around, eyes looking around the clearing for danger. The truth, however, was much more puzzling.

Wild had, apparently, burned his arm on the cooking pot, which caused a lot of pain to spread before it healed. The odd part happened after. The young soldier had abruptly stood up and was staring at his arm in mild horror, his face a pale white. His chest rose up and down rapidly like he had run a marathon, and his hand started to shake slightly.

Twilight found his voice, “Wild? You okay, buddy?”

Wild slowly tore his eyes away from his limb toward Twilight, and then, without warning, he took off.

Wild didn’t know where he was running to, he just knew he needed to get away. His breath came out in his gasps, so unlike his regular air pattern. He faintly heard a few of the others chasing after him, but he neatly swerved and tumbled around trees and went deeper into the forest, successfully throwing them off him.

At some point, he stopped in front of a serene pond surrounded by flowers. He leaned over the water and hacked out the mucus in his throat. The entire time, thoughts of what could happen plagued his mind.

What if I never die?

What happens if I die?

What happens if I reach the Goddess, but the world ends? Will I still be with her?

What if I become a spirit?

What’s gonna happen?

A scream came out of his throat unwillingly as he scrambled away from the pond, trying to avoid the ideas coming from his mind. “Please, no, go away,” he pleaded into his hands, “Just leave me alone!”

“Woof!”

Wild spun around as Twilight bounded toward him. Unconsciously, he opened his arms to welcome the wolf into his arms, tears he didn’t even realize he was producing staining the mottled gray fur. Twilight nuzzled into Wild’s neck for comfort, but Wild stopped him.

“Twilight,” he panted out, “I don’t need comfort, I need a distraction.”

Without questioning, Twilight transformed back into his human self. “What do you need.”

“Just- talk.”

“Did I ever tell you about the time I embarrassed myself in front of the princess?” The whole time, Twilight had been clutching his friend into his chest. Wild slowly shook his head at the question, his eyes slipping closed to listen to Twilight’s heartbeat.

“Well, I would like it to be known that it was not my fault it occurred,” Twilight started, “It was a bright morning, and I had been at the palace to visit the princess. She doesn’t have many friends, you see, so I visit her every so often to chat. Anyway, as I was walking up to greet her, there was a bucket on the stairwell…”

Twilight continued to talk about everything and nothing for hours, drawing Wild out of the headspace he was in. Gradually, Wild took his face out of Twilight’s and laughed along at the stories Twilight him, about the time he accidentally smashed his town’s biggest pumpkin or when he first broke his arm.

Eventually, though, Twilight had to ask what had happened.

“When Wind, Hyrule and I were getting resources a few days back, they started to talk about their families,” Wild’s eyes dimmed, “And how, when a loved one died, everyone told them they’d see them again with the Goddess.” He took in a shuddering breath, “That got me thinking.”

“About what?” Twilight prompted softly.

“About what’s gonna happen when I die.” Wild sighed out, “These concepts, I thought I was gonna forget them, but they just kept on coming back. I tried so hard, but nothing worked.”

“And it all came to a head today,” Twilight guessed.

Wild nodded, his eyes squeezed shut, “It was terrifying, Twi,” he whispered, “It felt like I was trapped with nowhere to go, like these walls had surrounded me and refused to budge. Looking back on it, it seems surreal that it even happened, but it did.”

Twilight digested what his friend said, “Can you tell me any of the thoughts you had?”

“Stuff about what’s gonna happen, what if nothing does happen, if I die, will I be with the Goddess?” Wild babbled out, “I couldn’t control it. It would jump from one conclusion to the next with no pattern or evidence to back it up besides pure emotion. What’s even worse is the feeling of isolation that came from it.”

“How so?”

“I can’t go into everyone’s mind and see what they’re thinking. How do I know if they’re thinking the same thing as me? I felt like I was the only one aware of what’s gonna happen. Like, how is no one else concerned about it? Do they really have that much faith in the Goddess?” Wild shook his head, “There’s no proof to confirm what happens after death, besides the possibility to become a spirit, but that sounds pretty miserable. So, what will happen when I die? Will I just go, no conscious left? Will I be alone in the dark? I don’t want that to happen, Twilight.”

Twilight’s eyes softened in sympathy as he clutched his friend tightly, “I’ll make sure it won’t. I’ll make Midna pull you out if I have to, make you live with us. Okay?”

Faintly, Wild smiled and sunk into his ancestor’s hold, “Thanks, Twilight. I’ll be sure to hold you to it, if it’s possible.”

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #hero of the wild #hero of twilight #trigger warning #uncomfortable topics discussed #proceed with caution

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smoochcal · 6 years ago

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numb without you (part six)

a/n: we got 20 notes on part 5!!! a little reminder that I would really like to get at least 20 notes on the previous part before I post the next one, so please tell your friends about this series :) I just wanted to take some time to thank each and every one of you for supporting my writing. if you have any suggestions on how you want this series to go, please let me know!! this series has quickly become my baby and I am very proud of it. also, a big giant thank you to el for helping me with the little details of this series and for inspiring me to be soft on a daily basis about both luke and calum. I have so much love for you it’s kind of ridiculous. (read part five here)

pairing: readerxluke

word count: 1.8 k

playlist: numb without you by the maine, risky business by the cab

summary: you get morning sickness for the first time and don’t want to bother Luke with it

warnings: swearing, mentions of puking, slight jealousy

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Y/N’s POV:

Can it even be called morning sickness if you are dry heaving over your toilet at 11pm?

I mean it is a possibility that this is just the aftermath of you eating too much ice cream, but you really doubt it. Especially because your doctor was surprised that you had not experienced any morning sickness yet. Of course, this had to happen right after you were left alone though. You always hated being sick and if right now is any indication of how the rest of this pregnancy is going to go, you better be prepared for a lot of sickness. The waves of nausea are still hitting you pretty hard, but you go into the kitchen to see if you have any ginger ale or sprite or saltine crackers to calm your stomach. That’s what always helped when you were little at least.

After five minutes of frantically looking for food in between the waves of nausea that made you hover over your sink more often than not you decide that you do not have anything that could help you in your current situation. You sigh at the thought that is making its way to the front of your mind as you pick up your phone. You don’t want to call Luke since he was just here, and you really don’t have many other options of people that can help you. But you definitely need someone to get you some ginger ale as soon as possible if you want to make it to work in the morning. You scroll through your contacts and your thumb hovers over the person who you inevitably have to turn to.

Calum.

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Calum’s POV:

11:55 PM

That’s the time my clock reads when you were rudely woken up by someone calling. The minute you finally open my eyes and see who is calling, you answer right away feeling bad for even thinking negatively about the situation.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Is everything okay?” you mutter quickly, worried that something bad has happened since you left her earlier today.

“Calum, calm down. I’m okay, the baby is okay…just…fuck can you go to the store and bring me some ginger ale? I’ve been puking for the past hour or I would get it myself…and I would ask Luke, but he recently left and-” Y/N starts but you cut her off.

“I’ll be there in twenty…hang in there,” you say before quickly hanging up and putting on your shoes.

You guess this is only the beginning to your late-night rendezvouses with Y/N, which forms a pit in your stomach worried about the future.

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Y/N’s POV:

Literally in twenty minutes flat Calum was at your door step with two bags from the nearby grocery store. You could not be more thankful for him at a time like this. You stop violently retching your guts up about five minutes ago which you were rather pleased about considering you did not want Calum to see you like that…not like he won’t see you at your worst throughout this pregnancy, but today was not that day.

He brought you a two liter of ginger ale, your favorite kind to be exact, and some crackers and other various snacks for when you were feeling a little bit more yourself. You were so thankful that he was able to bring you what you needed, but you can’t help but feel a little guilty that you asked him instead of Luke. In any other circumstance you would’ve asked Luke over Calum but you felt weird asking Luke to come back so soon after he had just left. He’s still your best friend but you don’t want to put all the “father of the baby” type responsibilities on him when Calum is the father and Luke isn’t.

You’re sure this isn’t going to be the only time that you feel this way. It just sucks because you were so close to Luke before this and you don’t want a baby to ruin your relationship with your best friend. God, why couldn’t you have just made your move in Luke instead of Calum. What were you thinking?

Before you could dive deeper into this self pity rabbit hole you were digging yourself, Calum grabs your attention.

“Is there anything else that I can get you before I go home? It’s getting kinda late and I know we both have work in the morning…” he says, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“No no I’m good…thank you again for everything. Sorry that I woke you up…” you respond, feeling bad that you had been so inconsiderate of his time.

You walked him to the front door, thanking him about seven more times for helping you out. He asks you to keep him updated on anything else that happens. Especially the nausea which makes you laugh. And just like that you are alone again. You pour yourself a glass of ginger ale and decide it would probably be best if you got ready for bed considering it was already 12:00 and you had to be up for work at 7:00. You take a sip of your drink, already feeling better and lay down hoping that sleep comes easily tonight. Before you know it, you were out like a light.

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~The Next Day~

Luke’s POV:

You can’t believe it. You can’t believe she chose Calum over you. Okay, maybe that is just you being a little dramatic. But she really called Calum last night instead of me? What happened to my best friend who would call me if she needed a bug killed in her apartment? Shouldn’t this be the same thing?

You’re sure she has a reasonable explanation for why she chose him, so you really shouldn’t worry about it. It was just a one-time thing, or that’s what you keep telling yourself. You know you shouldn’t let your emotions get the best of you; jealousy doesn’t look good on you anyway. But the longer you think about it, the more these negative emotions fester inside of you.

You decide to text her.

To: Y/N

From: Luke

Guess Calum is better at midnight runs than me?

You know you shouldn’t have sent that message as soon as you see the “read” sign underneath it.

Shit.

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Y/N’s POV:

Oh, you have GOT to be shitting me. He really is pulling this shit right now. When my evening “morning” sickness is in full swing? You really are angry with Luke. Like really really freaking angry. Is he being serious right now? You know your anger can get the best of you and that is definitely what is happening right now. You pick up your phone and dial his number.

“We are not playing whatever this jealousy followed by guilt thing is. If you want to talk come over to mine. And don’t you dare mention anything about the smell of vomit,” you state blatantly, hanging up the phone before he has the opportunity to respond.

Within ten minutes Luke is at your door letting himself in with the key you gave him in case of emergencies, which he determined this was. He found you sitting on the floor of your bathroom, your hair matted down on your forehead and a cup of water sitting next to you. He sits down next to you, rubbing your back and handing you the ginger ale he picked up for you on the way over.

“I’m sorry for being jealous…I’m just not used to someone else taking care of my best friend when she needs it the most,” Luke starts, looking down to avoid eye contact.

He helps you up off the floor and hands you your tooth brush to allow you to brush your teeth and attempt to get the nasty taste out of your mouth. He then goes into your room and grabs some new clothes for you to change into, assuming your other clothes are sweaty from the time spent puking. He found a shirt that used to belong to him and a pair of sweatpants for you to change into and left your room to give you some privacy. You didn’t even realize that he handed you the shirt that until recently belonged to him when you changed shirts. When you were finished getting changed you went into the living room where you found Luke sitting on your couch, his favorite blanket of yours already draped across his lap. You sit next to him and he shares the blanket with you, giving you a sheepish smile.

“I’m going to tell you something and you have to promise me that you won’t be mad about it, at least not at first,” you say, hoping that he will comply and not say anything to test your patience anymore.

“Okay, I’m listening,” he replied, allowing you to say everything you need to.

“Here goes nothing…recently I have had a lot of time to think and reflect on what I want to happen in the next couple months before the baby comes. I have given it a lot of thought and I don’t think there will be any romantic involvement between me and Calum. That being said, I still want him to be a part of the baby’s life and he will be around me and the baby from here on out. But you are still my best friend. I want you to be here as often as you want, but you have to understand that I don’t always want to bother you with little things like getting me ginger ale at odd hours of the night. You have to know that Calum is going to want to be as much a part of this pregnancy as you may want to be. He is always going to be the baby’s father and he will always be around now. He is your friend too so this should not be that big of a deal. You’re my best friend, Luke and you always will be. I just wanted you to know my headspace with all of this so I would have some peace of mind. So if you could please put your jealousy aside and just embrace the fact that your goddaughter or godson will be here in less than six months that would be very helpful,” you ramble, completely disregarding the fact that you just spilled the beans on asking Luke to be your baby’s godfather.

To be continued…

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calebswitching · 5 years ago

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Lunch break - Caleb/Eric

When: Wednesday, July 31

Tagging: @ericxanders

Summary: Eric pulls Caleb aside at lunch for some mid-week discipline, to Caleb’s delight.

Caleb was grinning after the texts he’d gotten from Eric, who knew him so well. A surprise impromptu spanking to reinforce his weekly Sunday discipline spankings? Yes, please, Caleb was delighted. He thought he might have to wait outside his classroom for Eric, but somehow the Dom was already there. Caleb smiled at him and walked over, looking down like he felt a little shy, but very clearly excited.

Immediately, he brought his hand to Caleb’s cheek and leaned in for a soft, lingering kiss. There were a few wolf-whistles as he deepened the kiss but Eric paid them no mind. He allowed his hand down to rest on Caleb’s ass, and slipped his hand into his back pocket. ‘C’mon beautiful.’ He instructed, ‘I know just the playroom for us.’ He winked. He started to lead him through the corridor, whispering his musings about what shade of red his ass would end up.

By the time the kiss ended, Caleb was bright red, and his eyes went down to the floor to avoid seeing people grinning at them. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face, though. He loved Eric, and he loved belonging to Eric, and he wasn’t ashamed to let people see that. Of course, he also knew that Eric loved the way he blushed, and that was patently obvious from the whispers in his ear as they walked to the play room. “Sir,” he protested, but it was half-hearted at best. By the time they got to the playroom, Caleb had blushed all the way up to his ears. “That was part of the torture, wasn’t it?”

‘Torture?’ He shook his head and laughed as they slipped inside the playroom. ‘I have no idea what you could possibly mean beautiful.’ He kissed him again and then stepped back. ‘Clothes off submissive.’ His tone has quite obviously shifted. ‘You can start by putting your forehead to the floor and kissing my shoes to thank me for spanking your sweet behind to remind you of your place.’ He instructed firmly.

Caleb shot Eric a playful glare in response to his teasing. Still, his blush was already fading and he was already starting to feel safe and comfortable now that he was alone with Eric. He reacted instantly to the change in tone. His playful sass disappeared and his posture straightened and his head lowered submissively. “Yes, Master,” he whispered as he hurried to obey. He folded his clothes quickly and set them on the floor by his backpack, then walked over to Eric. He lowered himself to the floor a few feet away, onto his knees, and folded down over them to press his forehead to the floor. “Thank you for putting me where I belong, Master,” he said in a reverent murmur. He took a slow breath, letting himself just be for a moment, feeling the cold floor against his skin, letting the position and sensations humble him, helping him slip into the headspace where he desired nothing more than to serve Eric and bow at his feet. After a moment, he crawled forward, keeping himself low to the ground, and settled again right in front of Eric. He leaned forward and started to press slow, soft kisses along his shoes. “Thank you for reminding me of my place, Master,” he said between kisses. “Thank you for allowing me to worship your feet.”

He was always caught off guard by just how beautiful Caleb’s submission was. He was in awe of just how his submission was so complete, so genuine. This kind of play was only something he’d become interested in the more time he spent with Maverick and Caleb — it was a level of devotion he thrilled at. He let him continue for a few lingering moments before he leaned down to touch his hair. ‘Good boy.’ He said gently. ‘I want you to put yourself over the spanking bench. This one is just like the one we have at home; it’s why I picked this room.’ He grinned. ‘Let me see that pretty ass of yours; even if it isn’t nearly bruised enough.’

Caleb was content just to kiss Eric’s feet, but he looked up the moment Eric touched his hair. He smiled up at him, the kind of happy, uncomplicated little smile that he only ever had when he was slipping into subspace, or already there. “Yes, Master,” he answered happily, and got up to go climb onto the spanking bench. He got quickly settled and turned his head to watch Eric, and he wiggled his ass in anticipation. “Please will you fix it for me, Master? Will you bruise it how you like it?”

‘Always such a needy little thing aren’t you submissive?’ He teased playfully. No sooner had the words left his mouth was his hand landing with a hard smack on Caleb’s behind. The warm-up was always his favourite part; it was that initial jerk, the growing hint, the initial sharp intake of breath that went straight to his cock. He didn’t warm him up as much as he usually did; this time he wanted him to bruise more. He made a point of making noise as he took off his belt. ‘I want to hear you thank me submissive.’ He demanded, before he landed the thick leather across both cheeks. ‘Show me why you deserve this.’

“Yes, Master,” Caleb gasped as Eric’s hand hit his ass. It felt so good, that first sharp pain, drawing his attention to his ass and Eric’s hand. “Always, always need you.” He breathed the words as a sigh, sinking into the spanking bench and relaxing. He didn’t have to think or be careful right now. Master had him, Master was disciplining him so he remembered his place, and he didn’t have to be anything but obedient right now. It wasn’t long before he heard Master unbuckling his belt, and Caleb’s stomach clenched in anticipation and need. “Yes, Master,” he breathed, and then gasped when the leather cracked across his skin. Eric clearly wasn’t holding back. “Thank you! Thank you, Master.... Please, please discipline your boy, Master, please, I need to remember who owns me, please.”

He wasn’t entirely sure what was compelling him to remind Caleb of his place, to remind him of who he belonged to but he was pleased by his response. Perhaps this was something Caleb needed on a deeper level as much as he did. The sound was almost comforting now; and he remembered how conflicted he’d been when he first realised how much hurting someone he cared about like this turned him on. It made complete sense now, with Caleb sounding the way he did, his ass colouring the way it did -- ‘You’re fucking gorgeous submissive.’ he praised, as he landed a tenth swat with the belt. ‘Tell me who owns you.’ he requested. ‘No -- tell me who you willingly give yourself over to.’ he corrected.

“Thank you, thank you,” he whispered, barely audible, as the belt laid into him again and again. The wonderful sense of humiliation of lowering himself to the floor and kissing Eric’s feet had dropped him into a soft, safe headspace where nothing but his master mattered, and now the pain was turning him on and making him feel so grateful to Eric with every strike. It might be strange to think, but this deep in subspace, being beaten with Eric’s belt made Caleb feel important and loved. Eric cared enough about him to be his master, to discipline him, to spend time making sure that Caleb knew his place and felt safe there. Because that was what this was about, he knew, deep in his core. The reminder and the discipline wasn’t to keep Caleb from being bad. It was to remind him that Eric was in control and that he was safe in Eric’s power, that Eric would not let him struggle with uncertainty. He was safe here, and every sharp, stinging swat to his ass reminded him to trust Eric. “You,” he gasped when prompted. He was breathing hard, his whole ass stung like mad, and a deep ache was just starting to make itself known. “You’re my Master,” he panted as the sting already started to fade into heat. “Master owns me. I- I’m yours, I’m so grateful to be yours, Master. Thank you, Master, thank you so much.”

Swat after swat landed firmly and exactly where he wanted it to land. He counted to thirty in his head before he decided it was time to stop. He knew this meant he’d likely have to take it easier on Thursday but it was worth it. The way his boy spoke about him, the way he so freely declared that he belonged to him was a high better than any drug. It set a weight on his shoulders, realising how much Caleb wanted him, needed him but it wasn’t something he struggled with. ‘You know submissive, this is a perfect position for me to fuck you.’ he mused as he rubbed his hands over his senstive flesh. He stepped just far enough to grab some lube and immediately set about spreading it liberally over his hole, before he slid a single digit past the tight ring of muscle. ‘I want to fill you.’ he confessed, eyes dark with lust. ‘And I want to plug you up afterwards. I don’t want to use a condom sweet boy. Is that okay?’

By the time Eric finished, Caleb had been rocking with each spank and his whimpers had turned to sharp cries of pain which faded into labored breaths and soft, pitiful noises. His ass felt like it was on fire. The pain clouded his senses, blocking out any thoughts aside from the physical sensations of his body and the sounds of Eric moving behind him. His voice soothed Caleb, as did the feeling of his hands on Caleb’s ass, and the switch was able to get his breathing even again. He didn’t say anything at first, just whimpered when Eric’s finger entered him. “Please,” he begged, his voice rough and quiet and needy. “Please, Master, please use me….” He was vaguely aware that he needed to respond about the condom, but this deep in subspace it was hard to care about something like that. He just wanted Eric. “Y-yes. It’s- I just want you, Master. Please?”

Caleb seemed too far gone to make a conscious decision and this felt important. He’d been a little caught up in the moment otherwise he wouldn’t have asked for something when Caleb couldn’t really consent to that kind of change. ‘Something to look forward to perhaps. I want to watch your face the first time that happens.’ he teased, adding a second digit. He scissored his fingers, driving them deeper and working to open Caleb up to him completely. He barely used a third finger, fully aware now of what his boy needed and how he liked to feel some sort of stretch. He didn’t even take his pants down completely; just enough to free his cock, roll on a condom and slide inside his submissive completely. A low grunt escaped his lips as he bottomed out. ‘Sweet, needy boy.’ he groaned, letting his hand slap against his already injured ass.

Caleb frowned for a second, confused. “Master?” Was Eric holding back? Was this about the condom? Everything was fuzzy and safe down here in subspace, but suddenly he was frustrated at his lack of focus that came with it. Had he said something wrong? “...Master, please,” he said softly, feeling helpless. He whimpered softly as Eric’s fingers stretched him in just the right way, and when Eric entered him properly, he sucked in a shuddering breath. “Oh… oh god…” He gasped when his bruised, aching ass was slapped, and the pain ignited more need in him. “Please, Master,” he begged, pushing his ass back against him. “Please, please… I- I need you, I can’t… Please use me.” He couldn’t think about anything but Eric. He kept trying to focus, trying to figure out if he’d done something wrong, if Eric was displeased, but he couldn’t figure out what he’d said that was wrong. He bit his lip hard and rolled his hips, trying to entice Eric, trying desperately to be good for him.

‘Good boy. My boy’ he groaned, stroking back and forth over his red skin. ‘You’re doing so well for me. Just relax.’ he encouraged softly. He squeezed his hips tightly and used that as leverage as he built up his pace. He was entirely chasing his own pleasure and he fucked his boy hard, fast; quickly becoming relentless in his assault. He loved this because even in his lust he felt completely connected to Caleb; it meant so much more than just sex. ‘Your ass was made for this. Made for me beautiful.’ he moaned. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the playroom and his chest heaved with heavy breath as he pressed forward.

Eric’s voice was soothing, and the instruction to relax was easy to obey, in this headspace. Eric didn’t need him to do anything. If Eric said to relax, then nothing was all that wrong, and he didn’t need to try to figure it out. Caleb let out a breath and nodded. And of course, within moments, Eric’s cock was thrusting into him far too hard for him to think about anything else. He whimpered loudly every time it stretched his hole til it hurt or rubbed against his prostate, sending pleasure zinging through him. “Yours,” he moaned in response. “Yours, Master, it’s yours.”

There was something of a time crunch, and he had every intention of using every second they had available to them for his own pleasure. He fucked Caleb hard; mercilessly and satisfied himself with the knowledge it would be very obvious what his boy had been up to during his lunch break to anyone who saw him in his afternoon classes. His orgasm hit him hard and he rode it out; groaning Caleb’s name low in his chest and squeezing his reddened ass. He had a plug ready and once he’d caught his breath, he pulled out to place his length with a thick plug. ‘My beautiful, good boy.’ he whispered his praise, kissing over the bruising skin then along his back until he was standing in front of him. He moved his fingers through his hair. ‘You make me so happy. Thank you for being such a beautiful submissive for me.’ he murmured before he kissed his lips. ‘How do you feel?’

Caleb could just drift like this, down in subspace, with nothing he needed to do, nothing expected of him except to take what Eric gave him. He had no idea how long it lasted, he couldn’t keep track of time in this state, he only knew that by the time Eric came, Caleb was a whimpering mess, and his cock was achingly hard, and his ass was throbbing where he’d been spanked. When Eric pulled out of him, Caleb whimpered just a little, but then a plug was pushed into him, and he clenched down around it, smiling to himself at the thought of keeping his Master’s cum in him all afternoon. He still wasn’t focusing on much of anything, just enjoying the feeling of Eric touching him, when suddenly Eric was in front of him, and Caleb looked up at the Dom and smiled. “Really good, Master,” he murmured, nuzzling into Eric’s hand. “Feels so special, bein’ yours like this. Feels like being your good boy.”

‘Yeah babe?’ he hummed. He loved the note Caleb’s voice took on like this; soft and dreamy. A quick glance at his watch told him they had enough left in their lunch break to allow Caleb to enjoy his subspace and be brought up gently. ‘You are so special.’ he promised him and kissed his hair. ‘Special, beautiful and mine.’ he spoke with complete conviction and confidence. He felt it so strongly. Caleb fit him perfectly. ‘I want you to come sit with me when you’re ready.’ He gestured towards the small couch set-up. ‘In my lap with your back against my chest beautiful and I’m going to keep you close.’

Caleb beamed up at Eric, soaking in the praise like sunshine. He loved that Eric would do this sort of thing, surprise him with a scene so that Caleb could feel like he was really owned, available to Eric at any time. He knew that Eric did this because he knew how much Caleb liked feeling properly submissive, and he was grateful that Eric would give him this sort of thing without ever even being asked. When he told Caleb to move when he was read, Caleb of course started to get up right away, but winced in pain and had to stop for a second. He really wanted Eric to hold him, though, so he moved slowly, trying to ignore how much his cock wanted attention. Moving made his ass ache, but he was steady on his feet, and he went straight to Eric to let the Dominant guide him to sit however Eric wanted.

He wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him back against his chest. ‘Good boy.’ He hummed, kissing along his shoulder. His hand moved round to his front and squeezed his balls lightly. ‘Look at your cock beautiful. Do you feel needy for me?’ He teased as he ignored it completely.

Caleb relaxed against Eric, and he was already thinking about asking if he might be allowed to come when Eric cupped his balls, and Caleb tensed and sucked in a breath. “Please,” he whispered, trying very hard not to move. “Master, please can I come?”

‘Shh sweet boy. Breathe easy.’ he encouraged quietly, leaning down to kiss his shoulder. ‘Take deep breaths and bring yourself under control.’ he instructed. He closed his fingers around his length, and squeezed. ‘I’m going to let you cum, but not just yet -- Wait for it. Wait until your heartbeat has evened out a little, until your breathing is under control.’ he encouraged. He started to stroke him slowly. ‘Close your eyes my beautiful boy. Trust that I’m going to take the very best care of you.’

Caleb nodded, closing his eyes and trying to do as he was told. Of course, it was hard to breathe evenly when Eric squeezed his cock, making him gasp and then whimper and turn to the side to try to hide his face in Eric’s neck. “Please, Master,” he whined quietly as his hands tried to find somewhere to hold onto the Dominant. But he did calm down as Eric made him wait. His body relaxed against Eric’s, and he wanted to curl into him, but he could only move so much with Eric holding his dick.

‘Good boy.’ The praise was continuous; he whispered it in some form until Caleb felt completely relaxed against him. ‘Hold onto me however you want beautiful.’ he allowed, and drew him closer. ‘Cum for me Caleb.’ he instructed firmly, clearly. He wanted to feel the exact second his boy fell apart, and the knowledge he held such control over him thrilled him to no end.

The praise warmed Caleb like a stone in the sun, and he nuzzled into Eric’s throat and jaw, enjoying the rasp of his beard against Caleb’s skin. When he was finally breathing evenly, Eric told him he could cum, and just the words send shivers over his skin. He tensed and let out a soft, plaintive whine, trying to thrust his hips into Eric’s hand.

He stroked him through his orgasm, encouraging him all the way through it. His boy spilled over his hand and he continued to work his length over with determination, milking every second of pleasure he could give him. He loosed his hold just slight; enough to allow Caleb to rock his hips to his heart’s content.

Caleb whimpered as Eric’s hand started to stroke him, and his breath stuttered. It didn’t take more than a minute of this for him to cum, worked up as he was. He came with a soft cry, arching up a little, and then collapsing back against Eric, limp as a cooked noodle. “Thank you, Master,” he murmured into Eric’s neck as he curled up against him. “Love you so much.”

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justjessame · 4 years ago

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Babysitting Butcher Chapter 54

We picked up a very worn out Terror from a very worn out set of my parents’ house and headed home in a more relaxed mood. Our puppy was snoring between us, and Billy shot me a look and I couldn’t handle it, I had to laugh.

“I’m guessing that Terror had an all-nighter,” I managed, thinking about how tired my parents had looked, and how happy they seemed to be getting a night off of puppy sitting duties. “And he must have gotten a bit -”

“Loud as hell,” Billy chuckled, causing Terror to snort indignantly in his sleep. “Listen to the little bugger, snorin’ away, like it’s his job.” He shook his head as he drove us home. “Are we ordering in?”

“I thought I’d make dinner,” I could FEEL his eyebrow arch and I had the urge to reach across the car and give him a tiny little love tap in the back of his head. I could cook, he knew that, I just rarely had the energy or urge. “We have everything I need to make what I have in mind -” He shifted and nodded, a smirk appearing on his smug mouth.

“Hot Pockets,” I could swear I heard him confirm to himself. Oh, keep it up, I thought, Mr. Butcher and your ass would be asking Terror if you can share his fucking kibble.

We got home in one piece, mostly because I refrained though my massive levels of personal inner Zen to NOT slap the living shit out of the man I love, and I left Billy to try to get Terror interested in walking inside on his own volition. Good luck, asshole, I thought as I listened to him cajole the still snoring dog.

I was in the kitchen, a pot of water boiling with pasta on the stove, a clove of garlic minced and waiting for the butter and olive oil to be ready for the next stage in a pan over a medium heat. I was dicing some pre-cooked chicken breast, a glass of chilled white wine next to me when Billy found me.

“This is a sight to behold.” He offered with a smile that would normally have my knickers dampening from the first sound of his growl, but I was NOT in the mood. And I was holding a very sharp knife. “What are you making, Ronnie?”

“Hot Pockets,” I snarled, picking up my glass and taking a sip, before going back to my work. He flinched and I moved from the cutting board to the refrigerator to grab the grape tomatoes and broccoli. When I stood up, his body’s warmth was pressed against my back. “I have a meal to prepare, Billy.” Damn it, why did I sound breathless when I wanted to kick him very hard in his fucking ballsack?

“And I’ll help,” his hands slid down my arms, teasing gooseflesh to erupt in his wake. “Since I put my foot all the way in it,” his mouth met the side of my throat, kissing my pulse, feeling that despite how pissed I’d been with his assumption of my dinner plans, I wanted him. Always. “Let me.” He took the tomatoes and broccoli from me, and put them on the island where I’d been working on the chicken. Then he turned me so we were facing one another. I looked up at him and his brows were furrowed, worry shadowed his features. “Me and my big mouth -”

But I didn’t get much of an apology, because his big mouth kissed me senseless, trying without words to make amends. His arms wrapping around me, holding me tight and urging me to reciprocate, to reassure him that I wasn’t that mad. That I wasn’t mad enough to cut him dead or off from me. As if I ever could or would. My fingers were in his hair, around his neck, anywhere that would hold him closer.

The hissing sound of water on fire pulled us back to the real world. My pasta. And I shook my head. “If dinner burns, and you’re proven right, I’ll -” I wasn’t sure what I’d do, but I didn’t have to figure it out, because Billy lowered the temperature on the pot burner, and we got back to work, making dinner together.

After dinner, which didn’t burn, Billy and I sat together and worked out the details of our meeting with Ryan. I wanted no surprises, none at least that we could control.

“I have to warn you,” I said leaning into him, because honestly I wanted the comfort of him. “While the woman, Davos?” He grunted into his beer bottle so I went on, “She’s annoying, but the man is going to make you want to pound him into a puddle of human gore.” He’d made me want to, and I wasn’t Billy Butcher. I felt him grow still as he held me. “I’m not saying you can NEVER beat the high holy hell out of him, just not THIS time.” See? Negotiation.

“What about him is gonna make me want to beat the snot outta him?” Good question, nice follow-up. Communication, with words, we’re on track. “I wanna know what I’m walkin’ into.”

“He’s rude,” I thought back to the first visit. “He - there’s something off about him. I can’t put my finger on it. He knows the role he’s playing, but it’s an ill fit.” That was it, he wasn’t an agent, but he knew what he was supposed to say and how to act. He’d reminded Davos about the ID. He knew he was supposed to pat down visitors. He patted down above clothes, he kept his hands to himself. Yet, there was something that screamed, ACTOR. “He knows the right shit to ask, BUT he doesn’t push back when he isn’t sure. I tossed back at him when he tried to offer up staying in the room while I met with Ryan, and he caved.”

Billy grew quiet, considering what I was saying, because while William Butcher sounded uncouth and rough as fuck, he was far more intelligent than most would give him credit for being. “A plant? Or do you think he’s something more than that?”

I shook my head and sighed, snuggling deeper into his warmth, now that I was fed and content, I was in a far better headspace. “That’s just it, without an ID? I haven’t a clue. I can’t put my finger on WHAT he is.” “I won’t lay a finger on him,” Billy promised, kissing my temple, making me smile. “This time.” Which just made me laugh and turn so I could look up into his face. “You said -”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I rose up so we were nose to nose. “Using my words against me, Mr. Butcher,” I brushed our noses and leaned in, tasting the beer on his lips, listening as he put the bottle down and then his hands were sliding up my back and we got back to far more pleasant business. Us.

We worked on planning for the second meeting with Ryan during the rest of the week. MM was on his own mission, looking for anything that bore any passing resemblance to Sage Grove, and Frenchie and Kimiko were trying to find somewhere that they could use as cover to aid us, should something go south during our visitation. Annie and Hughie were still doing their regular daily thing, a supe and a dupe, as Billy called them, but I would sigh and shake my head, reminding him that everyone had their role.

There wasn’t an easy way to tell if the chips in Ryan were inhibitors. There was the obvious, which made Billy as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs - a saying my grandfather used to say a lot more than I ever did.

“He would not need to use the most dangerous,” Frenchie was saying, but Billy’s eyes flashed so hard that I had a moment of fear that maybe Ryan was HIS biological son and got that power from the Butcher bloodline. “I’m only saying that he could use another less destructive one.” It ended lame, but I understood what he was going for, try a “less cut someone in half” power.

The day arrived, Sunday again, and Billy and I were on the way to the blandest neighborhood in the history of bland neighborhoods. As he drove, he pointed out what they’d cut from the drone footage, points that weren’t necessary for intel, but still made no sense for Ryan’s placement. How the houses all had curtains or blinds, but according to public records, only half the houses were occupied. The mail services that didn’t come. The lawn services that weren’t visible.

“Nothing about this place makes sense, Ronnie.” He shook his head, glancing around as he drove to the house that Ryan was being kept, since saying he was being raised there was far too kind of a description. “I saw where Becca lived with him. Vought may have created it from their arses, but it LOOKED real. THIS? This don’t pass the smallest sniff test.”

I concurred. Nothing about this situation sits well with me. From the community, if you could call it that, to the house, to the guardians. Nothing made sense. There were more issues though then just Ryan’s current predicament, and I had to wonder if Billy had considered it, because I had.

If we proved what I was so very scared was true, and Ryan WAS in trouble, what was Billy willing to do to get him out of it? What happens to Ryan? Where does he go? What part, in the play that is Ryan’s live action stop-motion film, is the man I love willing to play?

We parked in the blinding sun in front of the house I’d gone inside alone the first time. Billy had his ID ready, like the good scout he was, and I had mine as well. Front door, knocking, that bright blue eye, it was all very Deja vu.

Inside the house, with Billy taking up so much space and air that I felt like the man, that actor who I couldn’t quite place, took a few steps back, I waited for the pat down. It didn’t come. Not this time.

“BILLY?” Ryan’s voice was both loud and almost breathless at the same time, he was in front of us and staring up at Billy like I’d seen so many kids do to - I had to bite my lip.

He was looking at Billy Butcher like other children look up to supes like Homelander. My God, what a fucking twist. And Billy? Billy was staring over his head, as awkward as Hughie Campbell Junior staring at me as if he wasn’t quite sure what to do with the welcome or the adulation. Well aren’t we in a pickle?

#billy butcher x ofc #the boys #alternative universe #Smut #fluff

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thespellweavingspirit · 7 years ago

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The Wonders of a Mindscape

This is the next lesson on Astral Travel! Enjoy~

What Is a Mindscape?

What I call a Mindscape also goes by many other names: Mindspace and Headspace are a few of the ones I’ve seen most often. A Mindscape is a protected space in the Astral reserved specifically for you. No other entities can enter the Mindscape unless they are A) attached to you in some way or B) have your explicit permission. Often, your mindscape already has many features that you have subconsciously introduced. Sometimes a Spirit Teacher/Guardian/Companion will chill there. HOWEVER. You must still ward this space because as I said, entities that are attached to you <i>can</i> get in... this includes energy parasites, trickster spirits you inadvertently invite in, and entities that force there way in by attaching themselves to your energy and/or cloaking themselves with it. Astral warding is a bit too much to include in this one post, so I'll cover it in the next one.

A Mindscape is a place that is influenced by you and your state of being. Let’s say you have a really Nature-y Mindscape. Forest sounds are playing almost all of the time, you can hear the distant waterfall, a gentle breeze is going. When you feel sad, sometimes your Mindscape will become sad right along with you. The Birds might stop singing, the waterfall in the distance might become silent, the air might become still. If rain is a “sad” thing for you, it might even start raining. Because your Mindscape is influenced by you, you can also consciously change it. You can change the landscape, or make flowers grow in a blink of your eye. You can zap a pretty little dress or an awesome leather jacket on yourself and build a castle on top of a shallow mountain. It’s the only place in the Astral where no rules apply.

In no other Astral Space can you do these things because the space will not be connected to you. You might be able to make flowers grow in the blink of an eye, but only if you have the talent, seeds, and energy to do it. If you zap on a piece of clothing, you’re taking that thing from somewhere else in the Astral. Remember this when you start to visit the Astral.

You can also temporarily disable the “no rules apply” feature of your mindscape. By doing this, you make the Mindscape a place exactly like the Astral--minus the entities. This makes your Mindscape a great place to practice Astral magic and the like. It is why I am telling you about this now: so that BEFORE you get yourself hurt somehow in the Astral, you can practice how being there feels first. You can practice offensive and defensive protective Astral magic, which is somewhat different from the spells you’re used to casting in the physical world. You can practice any new abilities you might find yourself having without many repercussions (other than tiredness). You can have a place to go when you need a little quiet time. You can even have a place to interact with your spirit companions--somewhere where you can probably actually *see* them in a way you wouldn’t on the physical plane.

Okay, But How Do I Get To This “Mindscape?”

With all this, now that I’ve probably gotten you excited, I think I’d better actually tell you how to get to this fantastical place. It’s quite simple really, and like Projection, there are multiple ways to do it. My favorite way involves meditation. Once you get there, it is easy to get back.

A Mindscape is connected to your mind; that’s why it’s called a Mindscape. I’ll share a few methods with all of you and you can try them out. If none of them work for you, pm me and I’d be willing to talk about some ways that might. I do recommend setting a time limit for yourself, though. What feels like a few minutes in the Astral could very well be a few hours here, and vice versa. Set an alarm that will bring you back if you get too lost.

Imagination

Sometimes the simplest way involves the least amount of work. Just start imagining your Mindscape how you think it would look/sound/feel/smell to you. Imagine the most minute details; the grass under your feet, or the stone walls of a mansion. Perhaps you will imagine a vast ocean or a beautiful forest. Maybe you’ll find your home in the mountains; or maybe you’ll find it in a nice, cozy cottage filled with herbs and crystals of all kinds. Get Creative. :) Remember that imagination is only the way to get there; this is a valid experience you will have. The things you will do and see and smell and feel are real, even if they’re just in a mindscape. That’s kinda the point lol.

Meditation

Sometimes during meditation, your mind will start to drift. You’ll start to think about random things, or maybe you’ll start daydreaming. Let it drift. Find yourself at peace, and sink deeper and deeper until you discover a place suffused with your thoughts and emotions. Relax. Also, keep in mind to meditate in a way that is right for you.

Guided Meditation

There are times when we need a guide to help us get places. My guided meditations are text-based. You read along and eventually, you break away from the guide and begin to take on your own view of things. Questions will prompt you to come up with your own, unique answers. This method is good for those who read a lot and find themselves getting sucked into the book, letting their own surroundings fade away.

Here’s a guide that I’ve used and have had others use before:

Prep: Get comfortable. Prop yourself up on a few pillows or drag a big, warm blanket around your shoulders. Make sure you are in a safe place where you will not be disturbed. Do not read this until you are ready.

The Guide: Your surroundings melt away from you. You find yourself falling in a void, though you are not afraid. You are safe. The invisible (or is it visible?) wind cradles your body, slowing your fall somehow. Eventually, the darkness that surrounds you begins to take shape. Look around and note what you see. What sights befall your mind? What scents? What sounds? The wind that cradles you, what does it feel like? You continue to fall, wondering if you’ll hit the ground. You cannot be hurt. Your fall slows, gently letting you down in the deepest part of yourself. Your feet touch the ground. The wind moves away.

Open your mind.

A Doorway

Doorways lead places. That has always been true. On the physical plane, they only lead to one place, and it has to be adjacent to the room you’re in. That is not as true on the Astral. There, a door is merely a passageway. A portal. Since anything can be adjacent in the Astral, the normal rules don’t apply. Imagine a door in your mind. It should be closed. Put your hand on the handle but don’t open it yet. Tell yourself that this door will take you to your mindscape. Believe it. Tell the door this. Open it.

A Watery Adventure

In the physical, water connects two landforms together. In the Astral, water just connects. Bodies of water can be another valid entrance into your mindscape. Like the door method, you just have to tell yourself the water will take you to your mindscape and not someplace else in the Astral. Draw yourself a bath. Relax into the water. Let yourself (your mind not your body please don’t drown) sink deeper into the water… deeper. Don’t hold your breath; you can breathe Astral water like air. Assert that when you reach the water’s surface, you will be in your mindscape. Then start to swim to the top.

Note: Do NOT try this method if you have a tendency to fall asleep while meditating.

Music

If you’ve ever wanted to know what a sound feels like, this is for you. Some of us like to zone out to music. Especially when listening to our own playlists, they can take us to a place of peace and relaxation. You sit down, put on your headphones, and start playing your favorite tunes. This helps to block out the rest of the world and is an especially good method if you’re not distracted by the music in your head.

Then, listen… feel the beats of your music. Notice how they move through you, changing you, resonating in some space in your mind. This works kinda like echolocation. Use the sounds to identify your astral space. Hear with your mind the way the music bounces off of objects; trees, ground. Once you know that it’s doing that, you know that object is there. When I did this the first time the music bounced off of a tree, making a sort of “wooden” sound, and the tree appeared in front of me, clear as day.

Bilocation

This is good if you have a hard time focusing while just sitting or lying down. Bilocation is the act of splitting your consciousness between a physical action and moving in the astral. For example, you could draw or doodle while the rest of your mind wandered into the astral, almost like a daydream. Some people like to jog or exercise. The physical exertion helps them focus their mind.

I, personally, liked to Travel while throwing. I’d wedge up my clay and it’d relax my body, loosening it and getting me focused. I’d sit down at my wheel and begin to center my clay. While I did that I was simultaneously centering my mind. After that, I could leave my body behind, which knew all the physical motions and what to do, and switch my mind to focus on my mindscape or some other place in the astral.

You can also paint, craft, play an instrument, or do any other “mindless” thing where you are physically moving your body.

How To Create Or Make Additions To A Mindscape

Some of us don’t have mindscapes that are readily made and filled with many things. If none of the above methods have really worked for you, this could be the case. Please note that most of the below methods can also be used to enter your mindscape once it’s been created.

Draw it!

If you’re the artsy type, then this is for you! What better way to create a mindscape than to actually create it? The best part is once you have it drawn/painted/stitched/whatever, that physical representation of your mindscape can become a portal to enter it. Focus on your rendition, and imagine yourself actually being in the place you have created. If you’re making an addition, start the drawing with a part of your mindscape that already exists so you can connect the two.

Start With Darkness/Light

Sink deep into yourself. Once you feel you’ve reached the deepest point, it’s time to create. Out of the Darkness, make a place that appeals to you. Imagine a waterfall or something. Have any of you ever seen Barbie: Rapunzel? You can imagine your Darkness (or, if you prefer, Light) as a canvas waiting to be painted on. Imagine that the paint brush creates the grass or stone under your feet, then watch it happen. You can also make additions this way; just take a brush or a finger to a place you want to make an addition and imagine it being created.

Write about it!

If you’re not the best at drawing or even imagining, this could be the method for you. Write about your mindscape like you’re describing a place in a book. Use the 5 senses just like a good description would do. Here’s an example from a book I’m writing:

The sky was a vivid green. Both moons hung in the sky, even though it was the middle of the day. The vegetation was every shade of blue and purple, so unlike the stark green plants in the Mundane world. Shadows darted in between the trees; flowers glowed with a strange luminescence. Soft chirps and other weird noises made up the song of this crazy forest that smelled like earth and plant and dark things. Strangest of all were the creatures that peered out from the darkness, their eyes a mixture of the darkest gold and the softest gray.

Once you’ve created it to your satisfaction, you can also use your description to enter your mindscape. The description should pull you into your mindscape when you read it. It’s like reading a good book and letting the rest of your surrounding fall away as you are sucked into a different universe; kinda like the strange place I’ve described here. You can also make additions to your mindscape simply by adding to your writing~

Connect The Idea of Your Mindscape To A Physical Object

Another way to get to your mindscape is to attach the idea of it to an object. I have a favorite crystal I carry around with me almost everywhere. I can spend a few days meditating on the fact that this crystal will take me to my mindscape. Doing so will help me associate the idea of it to my crystal. First, you have to get a good sense of your mindscape. Think about what it looks like, feels like to be there. Attach this idea to the object by sort of mentally “throwing” the idea at it. Then, you keep thinking, over and over again, “This crystal is connected to my mindscape. It will take me there if I will it.” You have to do this a few times over the course of maybe a week before the connection will stick. Also, as this is an addition, your mindscape has to already be created so you can more completely connect it to the object. Once it has, you can use the object to get to your mindscape by fitting your consciousness into the crystal.

Alright, I think I’ve exhausted my knowledge of mindscapes for the time being. I’ll make additions to this document if I find other ways that I know of. Remember everyone, you don’t have to visualize the things I’m talking about. If you’re using the writing method, for example, try something crazy: describe your mindscape without using sight. Talk about how the grass feels under your feet or the scent of a salty ocean on the cool breeze. The ability of your mind is not limited to sight.

The next lesson will focus on how to protect yourself while astral traveling. Until then, practice being in your mindscape and getting there. Practice moving your astral body there and keeping your conscious focused on the astral, instead of in the physical.

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