You Wish (8e/?)
anonymous
November 3 2010, 04:09:09 UTC
In the next second, Arthur was firmly convinced fate wanted everything to go wrong for them. Because that was the only explanation for why, at that precise moment, a rat the size of a child leapt out of a tree branch and commenced with trying to snap viciously at Alfred’s face.
All Arthur could do for a moment was scream, but he snapped out of it when the thing, blocked by Alfred’s arm, sunk its sharp teeth into the defending appendage instead of its original target. Alfred howled in pain, and Arthur forced his fight or flight response to fight.
Alfred recovered relatively quickly, driving a fist into the giant rodent’s snout and rolling it away for a second. Arthur dived for the sword out of Alfred’s reach, and tried to get it to him before the thing came back. He was too later, however, and it bit into Alfred’s shoulder, making the man’s face contort in pain.
Arthur froze for another half second, then gave up trying to get to him and threw the sword on ahead of him, within Alfred’s reach. At the same time, Alfred flipped the beast off of himself, then scrambled for his sword.
The ugly creature righted itself and Arthur suddenly found its beady eyes trained on himself instead of Alfred. He searched for a weapon, and only came up with a branch that might make a suitable club.
It charged him, panting and slavering, and Arthur stood his ground, not even looking to see if Alfred had retrieved the sword yet, but hoping he had.
“Alfred!” he shouted at the last minute, already moving to try to beat the rodent’s skull in. It took a solid hit and was knocked off course, but still managed to bury its teeth in the ragged edge of Arthur’s trousers, dragging him to the ground where Arthur no longer had the proper leverage to attack it effectively.
Alfred had apparently abandoned his sword in favor of tackling the beast with brute strength, wrestling it again, and having one second the upper hand, the next second being on his back and fending off teeth. Arthur got to his feet and moved to help, but heard the telltale popping sound.
“Alfred, the fire!” The larger man appeared to understand Arthur’s directions, and forced the creature to roll with him toward where the fire would burst up. Within seconds, his effort was rewarded and flames seared over the rodent’s back and side as it screamed in pain.
He jumped free from the beast, taking the sword Arthur handed to him and moving back to the defeated thing. It rolled, an attempt to put out the fire all over its hide, but stopped when the sword pierced its chest, killing it faster. Alfred stabbed through twice, letting the final blow linger as the giant rat’s pained yowls faded into a dead silence.
Pulling his sword from the carcass, Alfred turned slowly to Arthur who remained stock still, unsure of what to do with himself. Alfred gave him a small, very tired smile, and Arthur rushed to him, supporting his lover as Alfred cringed from the pain in his shoulder and arm. Still, he kept moving forward, and Arthur walked with him, keeping Alfred steady and silently vowing that next time, he would be the one to keep Alfred from harm.
They could make it through this. If the world wanted to throw everything it had at them, so be it. Alfred was willing to fight down to his last breath, and so Arthur would do the same. Whatever it took, they would make it to their happy ending.
Re: You Wish (8e/?)
anonymous
November 3 2010, 04:43:07 UTC
This was so worth waiting for! I SEE POSSESSIVE!ALFRED IN THE PORN. Alfred licking Alfred clean was just <3
This whole fill kinda makes me wish I've watched the movie before. Haha, Alfred being the pirate, talk about a role reversal? Awww Arthur, stop being such a pessimist already xD
Btw, I feel that the rat should have been bbq'd over them fire spouts and eaten IN A MANRY WAY. Looking forward to your next update 8D
All Arthur could do for a moment was scream, but he snapped out of it when the thing, blocked by Alfred’s arm, sunk its sharp teeth into the defending appendage instead of its original target. Alfred howled in pain, and Arthur forced his fight or flight response to fight.
Alfred recovered relatively quickly, driving a fist into the giant rodent’s snout and rolling it away for a second. Arthur dived for the sword out of Alfred’s reach, and tried to get it to him before the thing came back. He was too later, however, and it bit into Alfred’s shoulder, making the man’s face contort in pain.
Arthur froze for another half second, then gave up trying to get to him and threw the sword on ahead of him, within Alfred’s reach. At the same time, Alfred flipped the beast off of himself, then scrambled for his sword.
The ugly creature righted itself and Arthur suddenly found its beady eyes trained on himself instead of Alfred. He searched for a weapon, and only came up with a branch that might make a suitable club.
It charged him, panting and slavering, and Arthur stood his ground, not even looking to see if Alfred had retrieved the sword yet, but hoping he had.
“Alfred!” he shouted at the last minute, already moving to try to beat the rodent’s skull in. It took a solid hit and was knocked off course, but still managed to bury its teeth in the ragged edge of Arthur’s trousers, dragging him to the ground where Arthur no longer had the proper leverage to attack it effectively.
Alfred had apparently abandoned his sword in favor of tackling the beast with brute strength, wrestling it again, and having one second the upper hand, the next second being on his back and fending off teeth. Arthur got to his feet and moved to help, but heard the telltale popping sound.
“Alfred, the fire!” The larger man appeared to understand Arthur’s directions, and forced the creature to roll with him toward where the fire would burst up. Within seconds, his effort was rewarded and flames seared over the rodent’s back and side as it screamed in pain.
He jumped free from the beast, taking the sword Arthur handed to him and moving back to the defeated thing. It rolled, an attempt to put out the fire all over its hide, but stopped when the sword pierced its chest, killing it faster. Alfred stabbed through twice, letting the final blow linger as the giant rat’s pained yowls faded into a dead silence.
Pulling his sword from the carcass, Alfred turned slowly to Arthur who remained stock still, unsure of what to do with himself. Alfred gave him a small, very tired smile, and Arthur rushed to him, supporting his lover as Alfred cringed from the pain in his shoulder and arm. Still, he kept moving forward, and Arthur walked with him, keeping Alfred steady and silently vowing that next time, he would be the one to keep Alfred from harm.
They could make it through this. If the world wanted to throw everything it had at them, so be it. Alfred was willing to fight down to his last breath, and so Arthur would do the same. Whatever it took, they would make it to their happy ending.
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*will try harder not to fail next time*
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This whole fill kinda makes me wish I've watched the movie before. Haha, Alfred being the pirate, talk about a role reversal? Awww Arthur, stop being such a pessimist already xD
Btw, I feel that the rat should have been bbq'd over them fire spouts and eaten IN A MANRY WAY. Looking forward to your next update 8D
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If you couldn't tell, I'm ecstatic. I love this fill so much. I can't wait for the next bit~
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