Just got a bug to write something, no prompt. A specific line came to mind, and I had to write a story around it! Anyway, this is inspired a bit by my own struggles with depression and anxiety, but I hope you enjoy.
It had been one of those days again.
You sat wrapped up in your favorite blankets on the couch, a huddled mass of turbulent emotions. You flop over on your side and stare through the TV, a show on that you normally like, but it wasn’t enough to hold your interest today. There really wasn’t much of anything that holds your interest on these days.
As you continued to stare into the middle distance, a low rumbling shook the air; a thunderstorm? You turn your head to look out the window as the rain begins to fall. Somehow it always made you feel the tiniest bit better when the world reflected how you were feeling. You sigh; you still hated storms, though.
A flash of lightning illuminates the outside, and you briefly catch a glimpse of something silhouetted against it. What was that? You stare out the window, squinting into the fading light. Another flash further off lights up the outside, but whatever you saw is gone. You sigh again; how boring. You turn back toward the TV as the power flickers slightly and the signal fades into static.
I’ll be writing from the mate’s point of view here to make it easier on me. XD
They were incredibly excited when the news was announced. It’ll be their first pup, and they’re overjoyed at the thought of their family getting bigger.
A few months in, and they’ve sunken into an incredible level of confusion. The term “sympathetic pregnancy” comes to mind… They’ve been having the same cravings as you, but much weirder and much stronger. Like, sure, you’ve had the stereotypical pickles and ice cream twice, but they’ve had a pine needle and porkchop craving since last week. Then there was the raw steak and ranch dressing before that. Most of their cravings seem to be centered around meat.
They have all the back pain and such that you do, but luckily for them, it’s not nearly as painful as their transformations are, so they can still help you out when you need them. Plus, it means that you still get to lay on them for warmth, and they are super clingy right now, anyway. They’re majorly paranoid about you hurting yourself, so you are basically carried anywhere you need to go. You’ve had to remind them three times that just because you’re pregnant doesn’t mean you’ve turned to glass.
The swelling is bad on them, though; they’ve never had it as an issue before, so on particularly bad days, they’re a little unsteady on their feet. On a lighter note, they’re more than happy to give you foot rubs and massages. They just have to watch the claws.
The naga is ALWAYS right on top of the werewolf, or curled around him tightly. The winter is harsh on reptiles, and the werewolf is a walking furnace, so it’s less ‘I feel affectionate’ and more ‘I need to do this or I die’.
Still, they both enjoy the other’s company! They have little talks, discuss what to do for dinner, and just rest in each other’s company. It’s a comfortable silence that both enjoy immensely.
That being said, sometimes the werewolf has to put his boyfriend in front of a strong heater, or a fire. He loves him- it’s just that he takes up so much body heat….
Honestly, though, there’s nothing better than settling down in front of the fire place, wrapped around each other, enjoying the rest of the night together. It keeps the naga from freezing, and it gives the werewolf his Daily Affection he needs to live.
ficlets r closed until said otherwise so headcanons it is
Honestly, the idea of being COMPLETELY under their control is extremely unnerving- especially when you two first try it out. They promise they won’t do things that you’d never consent to, but it’s still a worry.
Still, though, when you’re stressing about midterms, bills, and life in general, they know to swoop in and take control. It’s a system you two worked out in private, so it’s all consensual- and it definitely takes the edge off.
Often times, you’re entirely unaware that you’re in the hivemind. It’s very similar to simply…falling asleep. You have no memory of what they made you do, or say, but you do have a feeling if it was bad or not- which it hardly ever is.
Overall, a very good stress reliever- IF you completely trust your partner. The only way you could even attempt this is if you trusted them, so, it all works out, if you say so yourself.
“Oh-six-hundred,” he says. “On Earth, in EST, that would be,” He pauses. “Two pm, roughly.”
She smiles. She’s lying on her stomach, her chin resting in her folded arms, the pro-pad propped up on her pillow. “It’s so cool how you can do that in your head. You’re like a math genius.”
He flusters, the iridescent folds around his jawline flaring slightly. The woman on the other side of the screen is looking at him- or rather, looking at the projected image of him beside the camera lens- with an expression of sleepy fondness. If it’s early for him, he imagines it must be quite late for her. The demands of her position on the Selene kept her in a state of near constant motion from the moment she woke to the moment she fell asleep. Still she always managed to squeeze in some time for him before the exhaustion took hold.
“Hey, guess what? After we’re done here our next stop is sector 32. That’s the Hesperidium Circle! I was thinkin’ of applying for planetside clearance so you and I could, you know, finally go on a real date.”
The realization hits him like a sonic pulse. He sits back on his heels, awestruck.
“Shit, not that hanging out like this isn’t super cool,” she hurriedly amends. “It’s just, if we can- I don’t know, is it too soon? I know it’ll probably be a lot of travel for you but like-”
“I’d love to,” he insists. “I want to. I want… I want to really see you, so badly.” To see her without the aid of a computer screen. To touch her. “I can’t possibly express how happy it would make me.”
She looks away but her face is glowing. Figuratively. Him more literally. “I just hope it’s not… you know, underwhelming. I’m no drikon.”
“And I’m no human. I’m no intergalactic traveler either. If anyone should be worried about coming off as underwhelming it should be me. I work from home crunching numbers all day. I haven’t left the planet in cycles. I’m boring.”
She laughs, startling a small chirrup out of him. “Oh hon, that’s the last thing you could ever be. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t even be talking like this. This date’s going to be great and it’ll be great no matter what because you’ll be there.” She yawns. “We’ll work it all out tomorrow. The ship doesn’t take off again for a while anyway.”
“Right. I’ll let you go.” He goes to end the call.
“No, leave it on a little longer.” Another yawn. “I like listening to you. Like those little clicks you do.”
He glows warmly. “Very well.”
There is a shuffling sound as she re-positions the pad and settles into bed. For a moment he gets a proper glimpse of the mildly claustrophobic living quarters, her home far far away from home, scantly decorated with what he supposed were the standard fixings plus a few more sentimental touches; photos from Earth and a framed copy of her acceptance letter hung on the far wall. He wonders if after they meet in person he might have a place on that wall as well.
He switches off the translation function and speaks softly in his own tongue, clicking and chirping idle nonsense to the still form beneath the covers until he’s certain she is asleep.
With a familiar pang of longing, and a far newer feeling of hope, he disconnects the call and gets up to start the day.
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