monster 1

i’m super into accidental monster archer & ward shinji and archer having lovingly dragged him back to the monster’s shelter. with shinji drained of magical energy and his body weakened by being attacked he’s having trouble staying completely conscious now that the adrenaline is waning and the pain of it all is creeping in. while he’s in and out of lucidity his interactions with archer feel all the more surreal. his voice is dry and cracks in his throat, but shinji quietly and distantly mumbles his name. there’s an odd mix of affection and fear in the back of his mind, but the knowledge that he is completely at archer’s mercy dampens that.

archer touching him and dutifully licking his wounds to keep them cleaned and free of infection — crashing their mouths together clumsily and nipping at him, eventually biting him on the neck several times to claim him. shinji cries and tears streak his face, but archer calms him with whispers and nuzzling that blanket him with a feeling that makes him feel loved and protected.

archer is protecting him. he always has, but now it’s different. it’s wild and feral and almost desperate, but full of so much conviction that shinji can’t help but feel at peace with it. archer laps up his blood and tears with satisfaction, knowing that other monsters will stay away now.

shinji knows they’ll need to return to civilization — he’s got to find a way to fix archer, but he knows neither of them are in the right condition or mindset to make that step right away. when he can, he strokes archer’s face and curiously brushes against scales. he murmurs gentle, simple things as he tries to keep as much of archer conscious and present. he can’t tell if he’s truly processed what’s happened to him or if that concept has been suppressed for one reason or another. still, he welcomes archer’s arms around him and his face buried into his chest or the crook of his neck. he even enjoys the sensation of sharp teeth softly grazing against his jawline and neck and affectionate nipping on his ears. he can’t help but breathe heavily pressed up against him, feeling weak and tingling with a heart pounding sort of excitement.