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plscallmeeren · 5 months

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W H E R E ?

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: yes @JulzLovDraco4Eva

Summary: it's year 7 (so everyone's of age remember that) and muggle-born (y/n) is caught at Malfoy Manor and given to Draco so that he can get answers out of her concerning Harry's whereabouts....... Yeah well guess how he gets them huh

Warnings: !!Rape!! while (y/n) does enjoy the experience there is no given consent - do not read if this could make you uncomfortable; breeding fetish; unprotected piv; bondage; spanking; anal; toys; biting; swearing; not proof-read at ALL (fun fact I've never had so many warnings before)

Word Count: 1.6K+

Lucius Malfoy gave his son a hard look, patting him on the shoulder briskly. "I expect you'll employ every method necessary to find Potter's whereabouts?"

"Yes, father." Draco wasn't looking at him, but instead at the fierce-looking girl bound by her wrists, discarded at the foot of his door.

"Any methods, understand?"

"Yes," the boy replied sharply, finally turning to meet his father's glare. "Go on. I'm sure you have better things to do. I'll get the information."

Lucius nodded curtly, striding off down the dark corridors of his manor.

Draco looked back at you, taking notice of the loose black dress that fell in waves around your body. Your waist was outlined by a modern corset with the lace at the front. You snarled at him, terrified, but he had hurt your pride by making torturing you sound so easy.

He gripped you by the nape of your neck, practically throwing you inside his room and closing the door behind him. He cast Muffliato, Silencio and every other spell he could think of before focusing his undivided attention on you. The other Death Eaters delighted in hearing victims' screams half the time, but he refused to give them the satisfaction. Your screams belonged to him, and him only.

"We've come a long way, haven't we, Malfoy? I remember Potions with you. You were a damn good partner, but I should have tipped one of those acidic draughts on you when I had the fucking chance-"

He delivered a harsh slap across your face, silencing you. It didn't hurt that much, but it was a fair warning of how helpless you were in this situation.

"I remember those classes, too. I remember imagining you in my bed and me fucking you until you cried. But don't worry," his lips twisted in a wicked smirk, "I have much more interesting fantasies now."

He edged closer, and you watched with wide eyes as he hoisted you up and laid you down on his king-sized bed. A luxurious bed. A luxury that might teach you pain.

"Fuck me, (y/n). Take my cock. Or are you scared?" He sounded mocking, but you wouldn't have it.

"No, honey, I just have a decent amount of self-respect," you chided, craning your neck to look him in the eye from where you lay on those velvety covers.

"Take me. I won't take no for an answer," he growled. You shook your head. "I want you. I need you. And I need you to tell me where Potter is."

"No," you spat, encompassing all of his apparent needs. You didn't care. You couldn't. He was horrible. Why would you? Right?

"Tough luck," he grimaced, and in one swift motion he had ripped the thin fabric of your dress, tugging it off your body on either side of your corset.

You bit your tongue trying to keep quiet as he dragged you to the edge of the bed, undoing the knot at the top of the corset and yanking on the strings brutally. You felt like you couldn't breathe. You were almost entirely bare and there wasn't enough oxygen in your brain and you felt slightly dizzy and something must have been very wrong because suddenly in this light he looked beautiful...

"There, that's better. You're thinking too much," he purred, tying a new knot so that it remained unbearably tight around your tummy. "Now... you still going to put up a fight?"

You didn't reply.

"Answer me, slut," he snapped, lightly slapping your pussy through the fabric of your panties. You became painfully aware that he could pull those off, too - that you would have to succumb to whatever he wanted.

"Malfoy...," you murmured, and apparently that was enough.

He dragged your black panties down your legs, followed by the bra cupping your weight. You were entirely naked apart from the corset. Your wrists were tied by spell and your wand couldn't reach you here. His handsome image swum before your eyes.

Draco flipped you over, pulling your ass up towards the ceiling. Your elbows dug into the covers as his hands man-handled your buttocks roughly, coming down in a merciless spank once. You flinched, but he didn't seem to care.

"You won't be talking back to me from now on, I expect?" he threatened casually, throwing in another spark on your ass.

"No," you whimpered, subconsciously leaning into his touch.

"Good. And you won't be complaining or resisting?"

Just as you were about to answer, he slid halfway into your ass with only his own pre-cum as lubricant. You moaned accidentally at the pleasurable pain.

"Not answering me again? What good is that? Where's Potter? Where?" He spanked you again.

"N-No, I'll behave, but I won't tell you, I can't-"

He pushed himself further in, the pain now overwhelming the enjoyable quality. Nevertheless, he waited a moment, not torturing you beyond repair, giving you time to adjust. Maybe he wasn't entirely cruel? No, what were you thinking? He was fucking you against your will, not taking no for an answer, looking at you with some sort or adoration...

You forgot what your train of thoughts had been up until that point, simply staring as best you could considering your body faced away from him.

"C'mon, slut. Tell me," he ordered, pinching your clit with two fine fingers. You gasped, but didn't answer his question.

You didn't know if he forgot to ask, or if he gave up, or if he simply didn't care, but he wouldn't ask again.

Suddenly he was pushing two fingers into your virgin cunt like a chanting prayer - in and out and curling and winding. It felt so good. Tight and claustrophobic, but impossibly good.

Just as you were beginning to fully appreciate the way his digits pressed against the same wall that met his cock on the other side, he pulled out - all of it - and walked away. He left you whining and thrashing on his duvet, reluctantly wishing he would return. Somehow, you managed to roll over.

You couldn't believe it. You wanted him to fuck you. You needed him to fuck you. Hell, it hurt, but every part of you was screaming for him to consume, to ravage, to... to...

He did return.

He returned holding three common pegs, as if they had been picked straight off of the washing line or handed to him by house-elves.

Draco silently attached one to both of your nipples, grinning wickedly as you groaned in immediate pain. It hurt. You felt fuzzy from lack of oxygen, but you knew it hurt.

Finally he clamped one onto your clit, making you writhe. He didn't take it off. Instead, he leaned over you, whispering in your ear. It made you feel warm and funny inside. "(Y/n), I'm going to mark you, and it will be much worse than my Dark Mark or a scar reading 'muggle' or anything else... because not only will it be permanent, but it will bring shame upon you, and everyone will know you enjoyed a Death Eater fucking you."

The words didn't make sense, but in your shape, you could hardly tell.

He bit into the flesh of your shoulder harshly, fuelled by your ongoing moans as he moved from your breasts to your throat and back again. You looked a mess - tears streaming, leftover rips of fabric, the colourful marks and bites of a wild man.

It felt so good.

Before you knew it his entire fist was in your pulsating cunt, thrusting from within and hurting and hurting more but feeling incredibly good and full.

Still, you wanted him.

"Push my fist out of your pussy, darling," he whispered. So you did. You pushed with all the muscles of your abdomen until his hand dislodged from your cunt, along with a burst of ecstasy by the name of orgasm.

"Good girl," he reassured you, watching the mix of blood and cum on his bed. "Good girl. Now it's my turn."

He quickly undid his belt, discarding it somewhere in the room before pulling down his pants. His cock was bigger than you had expected - but then again, you didn't have much experience in these sorts of things and you weren't thinking right.

Just as he slipped into you - no coverage - he pulled off the two pegs on your nipples, causing an explosion of agony to rip through your body as he began pounding into you.

"D-Draco," you managed, watching his bare cock slam into your ripe cunt.

"Yes, (y/n)?"

You changed you mind, or rather, you forgot what you were going to say. Instead, you told him: "I want you."

Unlike what you had expected, he reacted with gentleness, slowing his pace, moving in curved, cleaner motions. "I want you, too. I'm glad you see it now."

"Draco?" you prompted, regaining your breath as you enjoyed less sore but still ecstatic sensations.

"Mhm?"

"Harry, Ron and Hermione were at Grimmauld place last I heard."

He bummed again, but didn't reply. He hadn't been craving that information. That wasn't why he did this. "I'm coming," he grunted, then stayed in your pussy until his own juices were leaking from your folds.

You panted, shifting your body above your magical bounds to get more comfortable.

You didn't want anything but him, either. But what a crazed way to find out.

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glaivenoct · 1 year

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12,13,14.&19, if you could please?

Thank yoouuu again for indulging me friend!! ;u; <3 (Behind The Scenes Fic Questions)

12.) Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to?

I don't know what this really qualifies under as a Trope per se, but I've always wanted to try writing a whumpy fic where Noct gets taken captive and experimented on. Experimented in the sense of trying to suppress his magic or tap into the power of the crystal or whathaveyou through Noctis. Something along those lines as long as it has to do with messing with Noct's magic/magic responses, forcing him into a constant stasis and then pushing him to the limits so to speak.

Listen. All I really want is an excuse for Noct to be strapped in a chair, barely coherent because everything is taking a toll on him. And I just want him to fucking snap because whatever test or method they try next is not only painful - but he's just so overwhelmed that it sets off some wild, magical self preservation instinct in Noctis.

He can't control it. He screams while his eyes ignite that violet color like when he summons one of the six. The lights above him and windows around him fucking shatter and short circuit. He busts out of his restraints like it's nothing. Anyone or anything in the near vicinity is absolutely fucked and terrified.

Basically, give me Noctis feral with power and the bros/Nyx/Cor having to talk him down and snap him out of it.

*coughs* So, um. Yeah what trope is that? ...is this a trope? What's a trope again, I need a dictionary lmao

13.) Is there a trope you wouldn’t write if it was the last trope on earth?

Hmm.. probably unrequited love because... I mean that's just no fun to me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

14.) If you were stuck on a desert island with only two characters, which would you pick?

I accepted my fate and dug my grave with Nyx and Noct years ago. There's no turning back now.

Lmao that surprises no one, SO ASIDE FROM THE OBVIOUS, IF I HAD TO CHOOSE ANYONE ELSE. Hmm.. I think I'd choose Merlin from bbc Merlin because I at least have someone fun and magical (and wouldn't that be handy on a deserted island) to pass time with! Aaaand.. Agent Twilight aka Loid Forger from Spy x Family. Not only am I simping HARD for the man lately, but between him and Merlin, I'd be safe as fuck. He's fucking smart and would probably have some spy connection that ends up getting us off the island anyway. And while he wait - he can make me and Merlin foooood. He'll find a way, he always does that smooth culinary fucker. I'd trust Twilight and Merlin with my goddamn life, fuck!

15.) Who is the easiest/hardest character for you to write about? Why?

See... given that I kinda stay in my little NyxNoct corner and don't venture much into writing outside of them - I guess it's easy to say that both of them are the easiest for me to write? At the same time it's still hard because... well, I don't know if I even write them well? Don't get me wrong, I personally enjoy the way I write them, but at the same time I sometimes wonder if, despite that, I write them in a way others would consider "in character". Sometimes I think I do, but sometimes I doubt myself too. It can be a back and forth thing at times, but at the end of the day I still manage to write things I'm proud of.

Again, OUTSIDE of those two. The hardest character for me to write is without a doubt Ignis. Why? I have no clue. Whenever I look at the bros and think about writing them it just goes like this:

Noct: Yeah cool I got this Gladio: Mmm yeah I can pull this off probably Prompto: Erm, winging it but I think it'll be okay Ignis: ????

Not to talk about Cagefighter AU again but. Listen. The aside is a Monster for many reasons. I am nervous about the aside for Many Reasons. One of those many reasons for both of these circumstances is "I hope to fucking god I can write a convincing and in-character Ignis because he's a big part of the whole damn thing. Everyone start your prayer circles for me n o w."

I think for the most part I've been able to do him justice, and in turn it's starting to help build my confidence a little with writing him. But to say it hasn't been challenging would be a lie.

As always, I am doing my best ;u;

#fic asks

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jjungkooksthighs · 1 year

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"I've told you before that by the time I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk. "

W-wait.. I thought that was just an e-expression. You were being serious, alpha..?*whimpering*

"Have you considered that if I can render you incapable of walking with how hard and rough I can fuck you–my mate–there are other ways I deal with wolves that think it wise to cross me?"

*eyes tearing up as I sink into my chair*

I n- never thought of it that way..

Oh my fucking god.

I think I'm going to faint with how terrified I am right now. Omfg omfg I'm crying. Sobbing. Bawling my eyes out.

Ok...

Alpha, I've understood the number of humongous fucking mistakes I've made over the past few days. I just wanted to see how far I could push you, and I think in the future, I'd have to think twice, thrice, infinite times before doing regrettable yet enjoyable no sorry, sorry shit like this.. I've pushed your buttons far too much, and I've realised it far too late. I beg for your forgiveness. I'm so fucking terrified right now, am bawling my eyes out, and my hands and spine are trembling, so please, show me mercy. Be the bigger person here and please be merciful with your omega. I don't know what possessed my being to speak so disrespectfully, misbehave, to even try and challenge your words and you, my alpha. I don't know how I could have allowed myself to be possessed by anything other than you.

I'll do as you say regarding listening to the audios, please guide me. However, I beg of you to please.. show me mercy. I will do as you say. I now realise that I have no choice. I submit. I have no choice. I'll never forget how you are capable of beastly intimidation ever again.. I'll try not to forget that you own every single part of my soul, body, me. Please, I beg of you alpha... grant me your forgiveness.. Forgive your dear omega, your mate..

Cry for me more. Your tears fall so readily onto my tongue. Even now, you cannot help but to get wet for me.

Look at you now, my omega. How far you have cracked from that wooden facade that crumbled so easily under me. Trembling and stuttering just like you always do in my presence.

You had better think about your actions next time or risk severe punishment, little wolf, because I assure you that next time I will not entertain your rebellious act as I did this time. Next time, you'll be dragged to my chambers by the scruff of your neck by my own teeth. I'll bend you over my knee and discipline you with some slaps on that pretty ass of yours before you get thrown over the nearest surface and taken from behind while I hold your hands with one of mine behind your fucking back.

You say you are terrified now, but you were on the cusp of awakening another side of me. A side that is entirely primal. Unhinged and unrelenting.

You can beg all you wish–and you're so cute when you plead for me like that–but I've already made up my mind. You made your bed; now you have to lie in it.

I will make sure that this does not happen again. And the only way to do that is to teach you a lesson. One where you will be punished for your wrongs.

"Be the bigger person here," you say...well, I am big in many aspects of myself. Big arms, big thighs, big hands...big cock, too. All of which I will use to pound you, rail you, and take you until all you can do is pass out from it all.

And when you wake, there will be no more rest. I'll mount you as many times as I need to until I'm satisfied and secure in the knowledge that you've been thoroughly tamed and trained to obey me.

Because you'll know then what happens if you do not.

You wanted this. You wanted to play with fire. It's why you let yourself continue even after I told you to put the damn stick down.

This whole thing started with your disloyalty in succumbing to the voices of other males. You do not need any when you have me. Clearly I have not done well in assuring you of that, but you'll learn tonight. Tonight, you're going to be instructed over and over on who the only male is that can please you. That can touch you. That can screw you.

You tell me you'll try not to forget that I own you, but it is only a matter of time before you are shown, without a doubt, that it is but a fact that you belong to me and me alone.

No amount of pleading will aid you now. Your fate is sealed.

It is a fortunate thing that it is colder due to the winter that has come. It will be fun to rip your clothes to shreds and watch your skin pebble and your pretty, perky nipples harden without my body to keep you warm.

And you'll beg for me then just as you do now, but I won't come to you. You'll remain exactly where I tell you to, bound by silver that I made for you that I'll put on your wrists and ankles.

You'll whine for me. You'll whimper for me. You'll even cry for me.

I will not let you escape from this. You will repent with those words of yours and you will fucking mean it. And if you can convince me that you are sincere and earnest in those apologies, maybe then I will take off the anklets. The bracelets will stay on. The entire night.

You will not get to touch me. Not until you're drooling and limp underneath me, your throat aching from how loud you'll have screamed my name over and over again.

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athena-is-a-chaotic-lil-shit · 3 years

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Let the Stars Witness

Okay okay holy— omg I did it! My first request and from an admired writer of mine no less!

From @kim-monsterlings : Hi and welcome!! Really looking forward to seeing your work! ~ If you would, could I request some form of friends to lovers with an orc? (Prompts maybe like, "you deserve better.") Thank you! <3

Since it wasn't specified on what their genders are, I hope your okay with what I went with! And I kinda trailed off from the prompt (or rather it's different but similar)

Anyways you'll know when you read!

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Pairing: Male Orc (Duruk) x Human Fem!Reader

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: None.

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"You know, I never thought I would be friends with anyone here, especially with someone other than my, well, species," you tell your companion, your eyes not leaving the cloudless night sky as you lied on your back on the roof of his house. The stars were out tonight.

If you told your younger self that you'd be having great escapades (if running away and getting into a series of trouble fall under that) with an orc, you would most definitely cry your eyes out because you thought were being teased, taking it as a hurtful comment. You were sensitive like that. Part of the reason why no one would even go near you, afraid they might hurt you with a pat on the shoulder or with one word alone. You became the prime target of bullies, finding twisted amusement at your pathetic reactions. A crybaby, they called you. But it wasn't your fault you didn't have much control over your emotions. You were weird, asocial, timid, maybe even depressed. Having a neglectful family didn't help either, it just worsened.

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The morning you met Duruk was after the orientation. And it was not so good for a first impression.

Long story short, you cried.

But since you're perhaps curious as to what happened exactly, let's elaborate.

You had your headphones on, the melodic sound of gentle rain played in a 3-hour loop and blocked out other noises, your eyes glued to the path you were on. You took long and hurried steps, wishing you could teleport to your classroom and hide in the back, disappear or become invisible.

You were distracted, or should we say, focused on the ground and expecting everyone to step aside and let you through.

Well, except for the one who had his back on you.

You crashed—not an exaggeration— into something- someone massive. You stumbled back and landed on your bum, wincing from the impact. Luckily, your headphones were safe (ah yes, priorities), detaching from your ears and landing on your shoulders. When you looked up to see who it was, you thought your eyes were gonna fall off, grow little legs, and scamper away.

Before you stood an orc, halfway turned to glance at whoever it was that tried to push him, his sharp tusks jutting out from his maw. His brows were furrowed as he looked down on you. Sure, he wasn't as tall as the orcs you've seen around the city and campus but still was over 6 feet, with muscles thicker than your thighs, easily hulking you.

You tried to get out an apology and run as far as you could go, but you just sat there, frozen as you strained your neck to meet his gaze, you couldn't look away. Your heart was trying to claw its way out into the surface.

Then you felt the tears swell up.

They cascaded down your face before you even could stop them.

The orc's eyes widened at your reaction and crouched down to your level in an instant that he almost fell over. His hands hovered, not sure what to do.

"Hey, hey, please don't cry. Please don't—"

"I-I-I'm re..really s-sorry p-please don't hurt m-me..." You managed to choke out pathetically, hiccuping in every word.

"Shhh now hey, it's okay. It was an accident— what? No! Why would I do that?" he replied. The orc peeked over his shoulder and to the sides. "Let's get you to somewhere, uh, less crowded," he added. You turned your head and saw that you had an audience, whispers went around as they sent pitiful and disgusted glances in your direction, only making you cry even more.

He proceeded to unceremoniously lift you into his arms, bridal style, and dashed away. You gripped the front of his shirt and shut your eyes. You were trembling now, scared of what he might do to you. How could you even fight back with your small stature?

It wasn't long until you felt him slow down and placed you carefully on a bench. The orc knelt in front of you, brows scrunched up as he studied your face.

"You okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

You didn't reply, only staring at him through your glassy eyes as you heaved.

You flinched when his hand started rubbing your back, his other hand placed on the side of the bench to balance himself.

He continued to caress your back and murmured soothing words in hopes of calming you down.

Your tears didn't stop falling until moments later when you came down from your initial fear, the warmth of his palm leaving your back once you did. All the while the orc remained where he was, at a loss of what to do next.

You rubbed your sticky face with the collar of your pale and blotchy crimson sweater, sniffing and taking slow, deep breaths before you spoke.

"I... I'm sorry for causing you trouble. E-Even going as far as to take me somewhere quiet. I...appreciate that." You thought you'd pass out with the way people gathered around you, it was suffocating. "Thank you..."

"I panicked," he started, "Sorry—I mean, it's okay, you didn't do anything wrong. I get that a lot of people run away from the sight of me, but you didn't, and just froze there on the ground so..." he shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck.

You shook your head. He was such an imposing figure to many, their first thought was most likely to get away or scream at him.

"You looked angry... When I bumped into you." You slammed into him actually, but he didn't budge an inch. Guess it was one-sided.

"Oh, that? Well, my brother scolds me a lot for having such a grumpy face, scaring humans away. Like he was the one to talk when he's taller and bigger than me! People would faint on the spot when they see him, I bet!"

The image your mind conjured up tore a laugh out of your body, two orcs arguing about how not to terrify people at sight was damn hilarious. When was the last time someone made you laugh like this?

The orc grinned, your reaction a contrast to that of earlier.

You opened your mouth to say something but the ringing of the great bell resounded, cutting you off. The two of you stood up as you realized you were late for your first class of the school year.

"So, uh, what now?" you asked.

"How about we go to our class, then maybe meet up later? Oh, fu— my mother will gut me— I haven't introduced myself!" He blurted out, his voice making you yelp with the sudden outburst.

Clearing his throat, he reached out, "I'm Duruk."

In turn, you gave him your name, taking his hand and smiled. "Hello, Duruk."

•

True to his word, you met again later when lunch came. The cafeteria was packed so you settled on getting the convenience food they offered and eat somewhere quiet.

Your conversation that day spiraled when you found out the two of you had a lot in common. From your favorite rock band to your favorite flavor of ice cream.

You both strongly agreed that vanilla ice cream was superior.

You agreed to meet up during breaks, always having something to chat about.

Eventually, you became inseparable.

He even changed and transferred to your class just so the two of you could be together at the start of the day rather than walk half of the campus to see each other every time.

You became best friends, sharing each moment in school, may it be helping the other stay awake in a boring class, or copying homework when one of you forgot to do it. Soon enough, Duruk started inviting you to his house to hang out. He did mention he had four other siblings, but he lived alone. You came by almost every night and on whole weekends to escape from home, only a few miles in between. No one would notice you gone anyways, but you returned around midnight, not wanting to impose on Duruk no matter what he says, so he walks you back instead.

You basked in each other's company. The odd and scrutinizing glares didn't go unnoticed when you two were together, but you shrugged them all off.

It didn't take long before you started having feelings for the orc, a little wishful thinking that you could be more than friends. You noted lately that his touches would linger seconds longer than usual, hugs and even a hand on your shoulder and back seem to be warmer and —you dare say— affectionate. It weighed heavily on your heart, your simple crush turned into something else, and it only grew with each passing day, and every laugh you shared.

But of course, you swatted those away, buried them deep inside every damn time they climb back up. Who could even love you? Yes, you have Duruk, he likes you, you think. But that's the end of it. Just close buddies. You can't take the risk of ruining your friendship with him and make things awkward with the only one you had! What if he stops talking to you, weirded out by your confession? You don't want to go back to being alone again, your heart can't take the rejection that came with it.

So you endured.

•

A little over five months ever since the embarrassing accident, here you are now, stargazing with your best friend.

"Well, good thing you didn't watch where you were going that time then," he says, chuckling beside you. His hands cushioned his head against the hard surface. "I wouldn't have..." he trails off.

"Hm, what?" you ask. Duruk went silent and didn't answer you for a time. You were about to let it slide but then he breathes in audibly.

"I wouldn't have met an angel if you did. Should've caught you in my arms, but sadly I didn't move fast enough." He replies, his voice deep and mellow.

You straighten up and turn to face him, your brows shot up, incredulous to what he just implied.

"W-Wait. What?" you squeak, your heart thumping hard in your chest, your skin warming up even in the chilled night air.

Is he—

"You're so cute, y'know that? Fuck it, it's all or nothing," he whispers under his breath as he sits up to face you. His expression was unreadable, but you see in his mahogany eyes a familiar glint of determination. "I'm not good with long-ass speeches so I'll make this short," he breathes in before he continues, "I feel something for you, for a while now, more than a best friend does, like...in a romantic sense. I want to cherish you and hold you in my arms every time I see you, I- ah fuck- damn it I just—" he growls, "I love you, so much and if you don't love me back then please re—"

You shut him off with your lips against his, Duruk's tusks pressing against your cheeks as you held his face in your hands. He was stunned for two solid seconds before returning the kiss, his arms snaking around your waist and pulling you close and into his lap.

You feel something wet roll down your hand and you immediately jerked back to see his face. The orc was crying.

Did you do it wrong? Were you so terrible at it—

"I don't deserve you... A monster like me doesn't deserve an angel like you."

Where was this coming from??

"Say that again, I dare you."

"I don't de—"

This idiot!

You pecked his lips to cut him off.

"You big dummy," you begin, "I love you too, idiot. You may be a monster but not what everyone else defines you as. I love you as you are. You're my best friend, and dare I say my l-lover now. Is that right...?"

Duruk gives you a small, gentle smile, "If you'll have me, then yes, for as long as you want me to be." He says, sniffling a sob as a couple more tears tumbled down his rugged face.

You never thought you'd see him like this. He was the one who kept making you laugh with his stories and terrible jokes. Before you, in your hands was someone vulnerable, his eyes soft and fond as he gazed into yours.

It made your heart pound and it hurt.

You leaned in and he met you halfway, kissing once again, deeper and more intimate this time. Real. You brought your arms around his neck, your tears spilling out and he tightened his grip around you. It felt like a dream, too good to be true, but the way he hugged you like you were the only thing that anchored him in this world made you believe it wasn't. All of this was real and you couldn't be anymore happier.

From above, the glittering stars, the light gentle as they shone, bear witness to two freed hearts, bottled up feelings gushing out like a broken dam as you embraced one another and lost yourselves in the moment of bliss, cheeks stained and clothes lightly damp from the tiny rivulets of liquid that dropped down.

It's a lovely night, isn't it?

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moon-stars01 · 3 years

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5 ways to say I love you

Wonwoo x Reader

Author:leechansmile

Summary: l/n y/n was just pure stupid sometimes.Note the sometimes because it seems like her stupidity only shows with this person; or where y/n is huge ball of mess but gets a lot more messy when Jeon Wonwoo was involved.

Pairing:Wonwoo(Svt) x Reader

Gene:fluff,pinning,cute,affectionate Wonwoo

Rating:General Audiences

Word Count:2800

•5 ways to say I love you•

[ 1 s t w a y ]:

pure stupidity.

that is y/n right at this moment as she picks up her broken phone from the ground.

great! it's damn broken, l/n y/n

"why exactly did you throw it?"

Y/n isn't suppose to hate her seokmin oppa for asking an innocent question but she really doesn't want to rethink it right now, right after the embarrassment that just happened.

you see y/n was minding her own business as usual, it was practice break as she stood up and went to one of the speaker where her phone was placed, she did stuff normally like a normal person would but just as she was about to come back to where she was sitting before, she was approached

and it wasn't anything special, just one of her sunbae's of course, what's so wrong about that to the point you'll throw your phone to the ground for no apparent reason?

well it was Jeon wonwoo

it wasn't a surprise to say y/n admired her friend and how much of a good sunbae he is to her, but it was terrifying everytime she heard her heart beat so fast... because it wasn't normal, her heart shouldn't feel like this for someone like one of her sunbae's.

but it was too late to shut her heart up.

because just as she looks up to her sunbae, the bright smile and the messy hair matching with the bright eyes that looks back at her, she realized something and damn how much she hated that her heart did a flip and it felt normal to her now.

and just from everything, without even a word, she throws her phone to the ground.

matching with the gasp as she looks at what she had done with the device that was now smashed on the ground, probably broken from the way y/n threw it, and y/n made the stupidest decision and looked back up at the reason why that just happened.

and she saw him.

but he was shining, from the room's light he looked flawless and y/n realized

She's in love. She's in love with Jeon Wonwoo.

"Y/n your phone!" Wonwoo looked at the broken phone on the ground with a shocked expression, the members close to them looking over at the scene.

"what happened?" seungcheol made his way looking at the two before looking at the ground and seeing the phone "why is your phone on the ground, y/n?"

She's in love with her sunbae, not just any human but the one that basically raised her.

"did y/n's brain came along with the phone? because both look broken" and at this point y/n would've cursed and chased seungkwan already but her heart held her body, controlling her feet from moving.

She's in love, oh god she's in love.

[ 2 n d w a y ]:

after the phone accident, y/n almost couldn't take it everytime she was with the older, but that seemed really impossible.

and she thinks she really lost it when it was Wonwoo who bought her a new screen saver with a 'super strong, no drop could break it' phone case, and the phone case was matching with the older's too and it just absolutely made y/n crazy.

but what y/n shouldn't have done is trying cook while Wonwoo was there, because mixing stupidity, being unlucky and cooking together doesn't really match well, so when y/n cracked one damn egg into the pan and a newly woken up Wonwoo ,with messy hair and puffy cheeks, walked into the kitchen, y/n knew she was about to do something she's gonna regret.

at first it looked all fine, like she was left alone by the charm of stupidity for awhile, but when her naturally affectionate Sunbaemin came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, y/n's brain went hostile.

She felt like she was the one being fried and not the egg on the pan, it also didn't help that y/n was just wearing shorts so she absolutely felt wonwoo's pajama rubbing on her legs and just the warmth of the older wrapping around her.

and as much as she loves it and is almost used to it, her brain still failed to associate it as platonic, and made y/n's body just completely panic, so when y/n muttered to the older about the food being ready and the older finally lets go of her, she quickly grabbed plates.

and plates mixing in with y/n wasn't really a perfect fit, hell anything breakable isn't a perfect fit for panicked y/n so as expected, her brain mulfuctioned as the older sat on one of the stools, taking sight of her again, y/n dropped one of the plates, making her and the older jump at the sound.

"whoa y/n are you okay?" Y/n didn't notice her shaking hands and why it was shaking was also unknown as the older stands up to grab a broom to clean it off.

Y/n felt herself grow embarrassed, her face felt a lot hotter and she felt her hands trembling and she just wants to jump out of her skin at that moment.

Y/n also didn't realize that she was just about to step on the broken pieces of the plates until a hand on her wrist snapped her out of her trance again, a worried Wonwoo held onto her wrist as y/n looks at him.

"Y/n you'll hurt yourself, just go and sit on the counter and i'll clean this up" and y/n was about to protest, wanting to be the one cleaning up the mess that she made, but the other knew her way too well that he immediately gave her a strict look making the younger sit down on the counter top watching the older clean up the broken plate.

"you shouldn't be cooking and stuff when you're still half awake, you could seriously get hurt if you're not careful" and y/n wanted to cry in frustration because the other latter doesn't know what he's doing to her.

"but really i was fine, just lost balance a bit–"

"no buts, you can seriously get hurt if you do it like that again, good thing your trusty sunbae is here, huh?" the older held a smile to reassure y/n that it was okay.

but again y/n wanted to cry.

the older had no idea, and y/n was just helplessly falling deeper for him.

[ 3 r d w a y ]:

"i noticed that a plate is missing–"

Y/n spitted out the coffee she was drinking as hansol patted her back as she coughs.

"first of all yuck,y/n what the hell, and two the plate that was missing is jeonghan hyung's favorite so he kinda freaked out"

seokmin rests his hand on the table and told y/n about how jeonghan was trying to find the missing plate and how many times he had interrogated some of the members about the plate y/n broke because of her stupid feelings.

"he asked me right as i came out of the bathroom and i accidentally threw my toothbrush at him" and that made hansol laugh to the point that he was punching

y/n's arm over and over.

"does he really love that plate?" Y/n sips her coffee that was surely too sweet as she tries to cover up her light nervousness from the topic.

"it was bought by seungcheol hyung, it had a swan on it and hyung absolutely was so smitten over the fact that cheol hyung said that he reminded him of a swan because of hyung's beauty" hansol explained and y/n took more sips as to prove that she was innocent.

"but cheol hyung already calmed him down about it and told him he would buy a new set of it and hyung seems satisfied with that" and with seokmin's shrug y/n's heart felt more relaxed again.

Y/n reached over again for her coffee to take a sip and realized it was empty, "that was my coffee, y/n." and with that y/n smiled awkwardly, standing up to get a cup of it again to give back to hansol.

and glad to say that she successfully got there without anything breaking or something weird happening and she filled the cup with coffee again, ready to get back to the table.

"Y/n i was just trying to find you–" Jeon freaking Wonwoo, oh god no

and just with a gasp y/n tilted the cup to the point that it spilled all over wonwoo's pants and white shoes and was she so happy for doing that (mark the sarcasm).

"–for another practice" the older looked down onto his shoes, the once clean shoes were now stained with coffee and the black joggers was also wet with the drink.

"i am so sorry! oh god" y/n didn't know why she was bowing or why she felt more nervous than any of the time she messed with her other sunbae's.

Wonwoo's face looked shocked and a little bit confused, to which y/n got alarmingly scared of because of how calm he was.

"i'll wash it when we get to the dorm, i'm so sorry!" and y/n was almost crying,she didn't know why but she was close to tears. how many times does she need to mess things up with whom that she fell in love with.

"Y/n, i-it's fine, honestly just–" y/n got scared as Wonwoo sighs "–maybe you need rest just a for a little while, you seem weird for awhile now..."

he noticed. he freaking noticed.

and again y/n wanted to just scream and cry because she's already out of luck of making him return her feelings but also he found her weird. weird!

"i'll get going now y/n... maybe just go home and rest if you wanna" and maybe it was the weird smile he gave that crushed y/n or the view of the other walking away, but either way she was messed up.

in all sorts of way.

[ 4 t h w a y ]:

the beach.

the beach is always fun, especially with your friends or family and to y/n it was an easy place to relax and just have fun, like build sandcastles and play in the water but sadly y/n can't do it because of the weird feeling of being awkward around someone, someone you particularly like more than a sunbae and is probably one of the bestest things in y/n's life.

it was seungcheol's idea for the them to take a break, because they had been on a tight schedule recently and is drained from all of it (or maybe Wonwoo told seungcheol about y/n acting weird and this is a way for y/n to rest, atleast that's what she thinks)

so here is y/n, playing a sport she isn't even good at or doesn't even know that rules of it, it was beach volleyball and seungkwan of course made her join.

don't get y/n wrong,she did know the simple things like serving, receiving and all of those stuff but in over all she just wasn't really into the sport like the others are, but either way she just joined because maybe this will clear her mind up for a bit.

and it did! surprisingly it did, y/n didn't think of the older as they were playing, she heard his voice time to time and she doesn't know if it's because Wonwoo was really there or she was just going crazy but either way she was doing just fine with it.

until of course she messes up.

you see they changed sides of the court as they get into another set, and this time joshua's team was facing the clear way, while y/n's team was facing their hut, where the other guys that are not in the game are resting and y/n almost didn't want to do it because the chances of Wonwoo appearing is huge, much larger than y/n not messing up more likely.

and for some reason it was y/n's turn to serve the ball and it was fine and all,she knew how to do that, it may not be amazing but it was just okay but what wasn't okay is that as she is about to serve the ball her eyes catched Wonwoo walking over at the back of joshua's team, causing y/n to hit the ball not on the other team's direction.

but wonwoo's direction

and before the ball could land she catches wonwoo's eyes and just as it hits the other latter straight on the head,and what made it worse was that it was normal to the other guys but to her it made stuff way worse.

like before y/n bowed and apologized to the older which ended up with the older, again, shrugging her off but what made it worse was wonwoo's last words.

"at this point i don't know if something's wrong with me or is it just you"

and it may mean something else but all if did was the same thing,,, crush y/n's heart.

+ f i n a l w a y+

as soon as they got home after the whole week of suffering for y/n, the younger immediately went to the practice rooms to dance her little heart out, frustrations all released by the dance, making her heart lighter than the weight it was before.

but it seems like she just can't catch a break.

as she dances to a random song from her playlist, the door of the room opens revealing a Jeon Wonwoo looking to want to do the same thing y/n is doing at the moment.

and for some reason her phone's music logged, stopping y/n and making her face the older who is at the door with a blank face.

"Wonwoo–" "just tell me what's wrong y/n?"

Y/n felt her heart in her throat as she gulps down the feeling, looking at the floor and finding it much more interesting now.

"nothing's wrong, everything happening is just accidents–"

Y/n's words gets cut off as Wonwoo walks closer "accidents my ass! it just seems like you're uncomfortable with me, like you're avoiding me, like you're afraid of me–"

Y/n taps her foot on the floor, a sign of nervousness from the older's words

"–you keep on spacing out when you're with me, you get tense and you do all these things and you apologize like the world is mad at you for it! Y/n what the hell is wrong? cause i certainly do not know"

and y/n's walls break, tears slowly falling, it was just small but the drops were enough for the older to see, stepping closer.

"Wonwoo-nim, i-i just–

i fell for you, okay!?"

Y/n felt her breathing being heavy as the air swallows her full, not taking notice of the older stepping more closer to her.

"i love you more than i should've, and i don't know why everytime you're there everything i do gets messed up when all i wanna do is say i love you!" and that's it, y/n felt the air swallow her whole as she looks down again.

"breaking your phone in front of me was an i love you?"

Y/n looked up at the older as she takes a step back and older takes another step closer.

"breaking jeonghan hyung's favorite plate was an i love you?"

step back. one step closer.

"spilling coffee on me was an i love you?"

step back. one step closer.

"hitting me with a volleyball was an i love you?"

Y/n feels the cool glass of the mirror behind her back as Wonwoo corners her in the corner, face closer than before,she can feel the older's breathe on her lips.

"where all of those an i love you?"

Y/n looks down "supposed to be, but–"

"do you think all of those were enough for me to get what you were feeling? huh?"

"no but–"

"then tell me. tell me the exact way."

Y/n closes her eyes "i love you..."

and she felt a pair of lips on her's and she thinks she's dreaming but once she opened her eyes there he was, Jeon Wonwoo with his smiling glory.

and y/n was about to speak when Wonwoo dropped his phone

"i love you too, y/nnie"

maybe her stupidity isn't that bad at all.

+ 1

"you broke your phone too?"

"long story hyung..."

jeonghan looked over at seungcheol as he questions the two

"also hannie-nim i wanna tell you something..."

"hmm?"

and just as that seungkwan broke into the room looking knowing as ever

"JEONGHAN HYUNG Y/N BROKE THE PLATE!"

"oh that's– wAIT WHAT?"

"Calm down, these two just got together we should be happy–"

"L/N Y/N EXPLAIN!"

#seventeen #wonwoo #wonwoo fanfic #wonwoo x reader #kpop #stories #wonwoo seventeen

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alwayschoppedtaco · 4 years

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60 Dialogue Prompts

If you want me to write something using these prompts, just send me the number and the character/person you want it to be written about!

1. "I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you!" "And I'm trying to subtly avoid it!"

2. "Did you get my note?" "Of course I got your note, you taped it to my forehead when i was sleeping."

3. "Do you believe in love at first sight?" "No but i do believe in hating people who do."

4. "Well someone thought it would be a good idea to throw our back up plan of the bridge." "It was on FIRE!"

5. "Can you hit me with your knife?" "I do believe the technical term is 'stab'!"

6. "I'm not a thief I'm just really good at acquiring things that aren't mine."

7. "Your not my favorite person today!" "I'm not your favorite person ever!"

8. "Security, schmecurity. I want to see what is behind that door!"

9. "I feel life I'm getting stabbed." "How do you even know what getting stabbed feels like?"

10. "If we die here, I'm going to follow you around in the afterlife, reminding you it's your fault we died."

11. "I assume I deserve this, but could you tell me why you want to kill me?"

12. "On a scale of 1-10 how bad do you think it would be if I-" "At least a twenty."

13. "None of you got date?!"

14. "You would be surprised at how much you can screw up in twenty-four hours, all it takes is a little motivation and a hammer."

15. "I regret a lot of things, but this conversation makes the top of the list."

16. "What happened to me last night?" "You thought you developed magic powers and could talk to squirrels." "Kind of glad I don't remember any of that." "Don't worry I got it all on video."

17. "Sorry, I spout out random facts when I'm nervous."

18. "Anger makes you stupid, and stupid gets you killed."

19. "If you don't apologize, I'm going to tell mom." "Please I'm an adult, i can do what I want." "Okay, MOM!" "No, wait! I'm sorry!"

20. "Are you clinically insane or just really annoying?" "I don't know, probably both."

21. "How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not her!"

22. "Right now I don't know if I want to kiss you or push you of a bridge." "Can I pick?"

23. "I had an idea!" "Oh God..." "I swear it's a good one this time."

24."You say 'potato' I say 'damn it, put the gun down'!"

25. "You're a dragon tamer, and your scared of spiders?"

26. “I have something to tell you.” “Oooh~ Are you about to profess your undying love for me?” “Yes, I am.” “.....What?”

27. "It’s nice to be wanted, you know?" "Not by the law!"

28. “Can you stop making jokes for one fucking minute?” “The other option is I cry and face my feelings, so no.”

29. “I’m sorry, you dropped this!” “Dropped what?” “Your common sense, you moron, what the hell are you thinking?”

30. “...What the fuck is that?” “A cat.” “That is clearly a dragon wearing a cat ear headband.” “No it’s not, it’s a cat.” “That breathes fire?” “.....It’s a very rare breed.”

31. “Your concerns have been noted, but not entertained.”

32. “How are you not fucking terrified right now?” “Compared to the family get-togethers I’m forced to attend twice a year, this is actually rather tame.”

33. “What? No witty one-liners today?” “I haven’t slept in, like, thirty-six hours so words aren’t very good for me right now.”

34. “Well, there goes the fucking plan.” “Wait, we had a plan?”

35. “You love him!” “Yes, I know.” “Then why don’t you just confess already?!” “Because he’d brag about me being the first one to confess for the rest of our lives. That bitch is gonna confess to me first!”

36. “I can’t even begin to explain what I’d do for you. How far I’d go. How many lines I’d cross without a second thought, if you asked me to.”

37. “By the way, I’m sorry.” “Sorry for what? You didn’t do anything?” “It’s a preemptive apology. I can guarantee it’ll come in handy later.”

38. “....You think they’ll notice?” “I think they’d be fucking stupid not to.”

39. “Hey, um, quick question. When the hell were you going to tell me you have your archnemesis kidnapped and locked up in the bathroom?” “Oh, yeah. That’s right! They broke in right before I had to go to work, and things were so crazy there I nearly forgot. Sorry about that!”

40. "Yeah, I'll probably die alone." " I asked if you were dining alone." " Oh, that too."

41. “.....Well this is awkward.” “To be fair, you look like a completely different person when you’re wearing civilian clothes.” “I mean, that’s kinda the whole point of a secret identity.”

42. “Cocoa for your troubles?” “I was thinking a couple of shots would be more like it.” “Well, you see, I already made the cocoa, so...”

43. “Wait, are you crying? Oh no, oh, please don’t cry! I didn’t mean to...I’m sorry, I was trying to make you laugh...”

44. “Hey, do you know if potions expire?” “I think it depends on the potion. Why?” “Well, I was really hungover this morning and grabbed the wrong glass and I feel super weird right now.”

45. “That’s twice that you’ve killed me now. Shall we go for round three?”

46. “You don’t understand. I had to! I was -- ” “If you dare say you were just trying to protect me, I’m going to break your jaw.”

47. “The text said you brought in one stray cat! A singular cat!” “Did I? Must’ve been a typo. I found this whole box and I couldn’t just leave them there! Besides, what’s wrong with four little kittens anyway?”

48. “You know I wouldn’t do that to you, right?” “....” “Right...? W-Why won’t you answer me?”

49. “How good of a mood are you in right now?” “.....What did you do?”

50. " I wish you could block people in real life" " Restraining order" " Murder."

51. "You trust this man?" " I absolutely trust him." " He’s not some kind of mad man then?" "I absolutely trust him"

52. "What did you do?!" "I did my bestpacito..." "Get the fuck out of my car."

53. "One of these days i'm going to murder you!" "Well that's not very comforting."

54. “Yeah all I learned was how to say ‘sorry I broke that’ in twelve different languages.”

55. "I always wanted a pet!" "You realize we can't keep this, right?" "Why not? It's cute!" "It's a dragon!"

56. "I know your secret!" "Your going to have to be more specific, there bud. I have a lot of skeletons in my closet."

57. "Where is your shoe?" "The giant mud puddle down the road demanded a sacrifice."

58. "Be careful who you trust, salt and sugar look the same."

59. "Surprise! I'm back from the dead! Isn't that exciting?!"

60. "Go to hell!" "And leave you here all alone?"

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milwrites · 4 years

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Weird that it happened twice, right?

chapter four - masterlist

a/n: i’m really proud of this one, it’s a real favourite of mine, and is the end of where the story follows canon. obviously no one has died that does in-game, and i intend it to stay that way :) italics are john/narrator as usual :)))

word count: 3k

T/W: sexual assault, death, blood, lots of swearing.

Fingertips brushed against each other once more as guards pulled us in opposing ways, the 17 men being separated from the 2 women. I resisted violently, the men restraining me simply slipping a gag into my screaming mouth. A yell from John and I was thrown into the second cell in the past month. The women around me were terrifying to begin with, all of them much older than me and they spoke with not an ounce of tenderness, but I appeared to bring out the maternal nature in all of them. Perhaps the sight of a battered teenager in a prison that most died in before they were even hung softened even the hardest of hearts. They all seemed to protect me in some way; a few offered me some of their food from between the bars, others sliding me illicit bars of floral soap. I didn’t know what to make of it, didn’t think I deserved it until many of them opened up. They were mainly killers, but most had exacted revenge on a man who wronged them, and then kept killing. I told them stories in return. I had been educated as a member of the upper class, even if I had been treated poorly, and could recall many tales that had offered me escape from my life. I told told them stories of the mighty Thor and devious Loki from the norse myths, and managed to condense entire plays of Shakespeare into about ten minutes. It let us leave the penitentiary for a while, go to Asgard or Venice or the faerie kingdom of a Midsummer night's Dream.

John didn’t get the same level of closeness with his inmates. The men were killers or worse, and while John could play the act better than all of them, he stayed silent as much as possible. His thoughts were so loud as to overpower his voice, he could feel death coming once more and this time he knew Vesta wouldn’t appear to save him. He wished he could have said good bye to Jack. He wished he could have told the kid how much he loved him, how proud he was, how he was going to be a great man one day. He knew Arthur would look after him, and hoped that upon seeing the man assume responsibility for a child, Mary Linton would return to him, and they would raise Jack as best they could. If not, he consoled himself that Sean and Karen adored the child, would spoil him rotten of course, but he would be happy. He wondered if he’d been good enough. He decided he hadn’t. Decided that a good father would have quit this life long ago, a good father most definitely wouldn’t be hung for his crimes before his child could celebrate his 5th birthday. Tears were falling freely, as he thought about the boy being told neither parent would return home, that he would never ride down to the river to see deer with Vesta again, never play cowboys wearing his father��s hat again. He bit his fingernails to stumps and his lips a bleeding mess just considering every one of his past mistakes.

A prison guard rattled my cell to wake me. My sleep was fitful, dreams bloody. I’d braided my hair days ago, flyaways sticking to my sweaty face, which to the guard must have seemed like an invitation to enter my cell and pin me to the wall. I scratched and bit and kicked at him, my every effort doing nothing against the large man. I was crying great gulping tears, terrified at what was about to happen and even in the moment feeling guilty as I thought of John. The man let out a choked gurgle, the wet sound of blood filling his throat.

The woman in the cell beside her had been hiding a shiv for weeks, not planning on using it but keeping hold nevertheless. She had lodged it in the man’s meaty neck, and I pushed him off me, shaking with residual fear and snot still dribbling down my chin. “We- we’ve got to-“ I sniffed. “Got to get him out- and hide the shiv.” I never got the chance to move him. Other guards had heard the racket and were gathering outside the cell. A younger man pulled him out before locking my cell again, and I cried out in horror as they shot my saviour there and then. Gone. She didn’t cry out as she fell, her eyes only widened and her lips parted in a silent gasp. A fresh set of tears gilded my cheeks, the woman having given her life only to protect me from the assault almost every woman in the jail had been through. I wondered if it had been the kindness I had tried to offer, or how young I seemed, or even that it was that enough women had been through hell at the hands of the guards, but it would stick with me forever, the selflessness of a self-proclaimed murderer.

I felt hollow and empty, like the fear of death had been wiped from my mind. Death was so casual here. There were hangings every day, multiple at once. The guards told me regularly that I was to be hung with Marston, and it gave me comfort to know the last face she saw would be the one she loved most dearly. It even set me counting down the days, eagerly waiting to die at the promise of seeing him once more. How far away England seemed, that simplicity of life only punctuated by threats and callous words.

I didn’t see the balloon pass over, and was unaware of the commotion it had caused. I also didn’t hear the shots fired as a set of guards were killed out in the fields and an ultimatum was shouted over the prison walls. And what an ultimatum it was.

My cell door was opened by a scared looking boy, barely older than myself, the grip he held on my shoulders tight enough to bruise. I knew in that moment my time had come, and wryly wondered if this would get me to Valhalla. I welcomed death at that point, as it meant seeing John, maybe for all eternity. I held my head high.

Until I was greeted by an ever-so familiar voice.

“She don’t look too bad all things considered. Head’s still up high ain’t it, Mrs Adler?” The deep tenor of Arthur Morgan was joined by Mrs Sadie Adler’s western drawl. “Let’s get Marston and then we can assess our wounds maybe.”

I gaped at the sound of them, speaking lowly to the boy still gripping me tightly. “Well I’ll be damned.” It had been long decided in my mind that no one was coming for us; the first few weeks had me nursing a candle of hope that spluttered out soon after.

Cobblestones gave way to weed ridden grass under my bare feet even as the cast iron gate of Sisika Penitentiary groaned and shuddered its way open. I stumbled across the threshold, over it, and out onto the island, wasting no time in careering into arthur. He slipped me a revolver and a clip of ammunition. Another protesting screech of ill-fitted hinges and the gates rolled open for a second time.

He’d grown a beard, I noted with a face of disgust.

The miserable expression he’d worn for over a month faded away to a tentative smile at the moment he saw her wrinkled nose and creased brows. A niggling voice in his head hissed poisonous accusations against the girl: she hated him now, she had been hoping he rotted there so she could leave and live a better life. She suffocated it with a beaming grin, leaving Arthur’s side to cannon into him at full pelt, only knocking most of the air out his lungs. She mumbled into his chest, a slurred comment about how much she’d missed him, peppered with expletives and the odd nonsensical noise. A low rumble of mirth and a sharp exhalation of air was his only reply, him not trusting words enough to express himself.

“Ah hate to break up this heartfelt reunion but they are startin’ to shoot at us.” Reminded Arthur, the world having faded quite away for us both. Indeed, bullets were raining down from the battlements, being blocked only by the brick wall the convicts and their rescuers had gone and hidden behind. Chunks of plaster flew from the wall, chinks of light shining through. Sadie started issuing orders.

“John, (Y/N), make a run for it now ‘n’ we’ll cover you. There’s a boat in the marshland.”

We bolted. John seized my hand and held tight, his long strides easily outstripping my much smaller ones, and practically dragging me across the fields. Engaging the guards was suicide, between us we had 12 shots while each guard would have around 16 - and would be on horseback too. Instead we hid, darting from cover to cover, Arthur and Sadie leaving piles of bodies in their ever destructive wake. I saw the boat with a gasp, the sudden realisation that I was still alive, still with John and oh-

We would see Jack again.

John clambered into the boat first, giving me a hand climbing in. Two neat piles of clothes sat in the bottom of it, one with a hat on top and the other with- “Are those my guns?” pure delight shine through my question, my eyes lighting up as I spied the distinctive blued metal of my pistols. I rummaged a little more in the pile to find that they were my clothes too, and I scrambled to get changed while we waited for Sadie and Arthur. John did the same, happier to see his hat than guns, but expressing enjoyment at the reassuring weight of them at his hip. I let out another delighted laugh; I had found that Sadie had fully stocked my bandolier with ammunition, it spanning my chest with shiny cartridges peeping out from their leather keepers.

The gunfire came closer, Sadie taking a running jump into the boat and Arthur following closely, giving the boat a powerful push before entering it himself. For a while the only noise was the splash of the oars hitting the smooth water and the breathless recovery of the fighters, until John spoke up. “I don’t know how to thank you. I thought Dutch was gonna orphan Jack if I'm bein’ honest.” Arthur and Sadie exchanged apprehensive glances. Arthur inhaled deeply, looking pained as he explained himself. “Dutch, well he didn’t exactly sanction us comin’ for yer. He actually told us not to. Said he had a plan and such but it was bullshit so we came anyway. So don’t expect a great welcome I guess.”

The silence returned again, none of us knowing exactly how to respond.

beaver hollow - 1899

John didn’t know how many more times he could cradle her close to him like this, broken and beaten. He held back his rage for Jack’s sake, who was soundly sleeping leant against his father’s other side, too tired to fully register their return. He hated that his every dream ended with her dying in his arms, and that he had to wake up and see her dreaming the same dreams. She shifted in her sleep, muttering something that sounded distinctly like a threat, and moved closer to him. Beaver Hollow set him on edge. They didn’t have a proper tent, more a canvas shelter with two bedrolls under it, and he found himself shielding her with his body from prying eyes when she woke up in distress most nights.

I hadn’t told him what happened in Sisika. It seemed needless to me; he already knew it had been hell, because he’d been though it too. I didn’t need any more pity from him either.

The early hours of the morning cast a rosy glow over our prone bodies and the quiet stillness of the camp. Neither us them were asleep, both pretending for the others sake that we were.

“John? I need you over here a moment.” Dutch hollered from the other side of the hollow. Not receiving more response, he strode over to them, calling John again. “Can it wait?” I had no trace of patience in the way I spoke to him. I hadn’t challenged Dutch's seeming lack of action to spring them from prison, but the deep injustice was constantly boiling beneath my skin. “You aren’t busy, Miss (L/N). Neither is John.” Her tone had riled Dutch and he talked coldly to her, still taking the moral high ground as ever. I had sat up to speak to him, a shawl draped across my shoulders to for warmth. John started to stir, placing a restraining hand at my arm that I ignored. Dutch turned from me entirely, addressing John about a job he wanted to send him on. I fucking snapped. Stood up and started talking. “Shut the fuck up. Shut up. How can you ask him to go out on a job for you right now? We have been back less than 24 hours, Dutch, his son hasn’t even been able to speak to him yet. Remember his son? The one you were more than happy to orphan as long as it didn’t mess up your goddamn plan? You claim to care about every one of us, and yet when it really comes to it it’s only Micah fucking bell that you rescue every single time. You sprung him from the gallows within a week, and let me and john rot there for more than a month, let jack be parentless for a month.” I laughed a spite filled laugh. “But fuck it, eh? We’re back now aren’t we? Never mind the fact that we were beaten to shit in the meantime, never mind the fact that he might not be ready to head out again. At least you still have the money.” A crowd was gathering, Micah moving to Dutch and urging him to shut me up. Dutch shrugged him off, letting me continue. “You know. A woman died for me. She had no ties to me, had no idea who the flying fuck I was, and yet she gave her life to protect me. A guard tried to rape me. In my cell. And she stuck a shiv through his throat. That woman was a killer, a murderer, a convict, and yet she was willing to die for me having known me three weeks. She did more for me than you. I have stole and lied and why? Because you asked me to.” My voice had broken, tears streaming down my cheeks and yet never breaking eye contact with Dutch. John’s hand reached for his gun, Arthur stopping him, at my words. I didn’t look at him, but reached my hand out to meet his, gripping his fingers tightly. I swallowed. Turned around and scooped a now awake Jack into my arms, wordlessly carrying him to the horses as he begged to see Bonnie.

Everything changed for Dutch in those moments. He watched the girl carry the boy toward the horse that had been so aggressive without her, her small body relaxing as she patted her mare. Piglet followed over, then John, who settled next to her with his arm around her waist. A family. He saw then that it was a family that without Arthur and Sadie would have been broken beyond repair, the child an orphan and the two animals never to see their mistress again. The sight of Jack wriggling from (Y/N)’s arms to play with the terrier forced him to recall watching the boy crying inconsolably into her wiry fur. It had been 2 weeks since John and (Y/N) had gone, and Jack had thrown as many tantrums as he could muster to bring them home. Exhausted, hurt and with nothing having changed, the boy had sat on the floor and cried floods of silent tears, which Piglet had come over to lick away. The dog had sat herself as close as she could before him and allowed him to just clutch at her. Dutch had ignored it as best he could, ignored Hosea too, refusing to take responsibility and instead letting Micah assure him that it was for the greater good. He should have known the man was only too happy to let them die. He felt a fool. “Quit wallowin’.” Arthur's voice cut through his self-pity. Dutch glared at him for a moment before nodding and moving to leave his tent. Arthur caught his arm. “I tell you this now, Dutch, I will kill Micah myself if you don’t. he’s a rat. he’s why Pinkertons been findin’ us so damn fast.” His voice was low with anger. “You do it. I'm done killing.”

We were still playing with the horses, I had myself wrapped up and grooming Bonnie's sleek coat properly, luxuriating in the way I was able to talk to John about nothing in particular. Jack and Piglet had tired already, sat side by side with Old boy grazing beside them. Dutch cleared his throat. I didn’t look up from the knot I was pulling from my mare’s tail. John raised his head, face set and arms folded, expecting confrontation.

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it. I know that.” Dutch began with his hands as if in surrender. “But I can only offer you my heartfelt apologies - I failed you, my son, you and your family. And vesta I-“

I turned around to look at him, my face already softening. “I can never understand how it must have been. But I'm getting you out of this. All of you. No more plans. I was thinking-“ I cut him off, filled with a rush off forgiveness for him, an urge to hug him taking over me. I never had that much self-restraint. I looked up at him from the hug. “Let’s start again.”

We watched the sun setting across Roanoke ridge, basking in the residual warmth before the wintery chill of November air really set in. He pulled me in even closer, his warmth spreading into me, he and kissed the top of my head.

“Let’s start again.”

#john marston x reader smut #rdr2 #john marston #john marston x reader

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drarryruinedme7 · 5 years

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Prompt! Prompt! Prompt! Prompt! Pls do something with Drarry and hugging. You know me, I'm not original, i Just want our boys to hug, PLSSSSSSS😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Lovely @rose-grangerweasleyisbae , you asked hugs and! Hugs shall I deliver! ❤️

The usual love to my wonderful beta @rockmarina ❤️.

Drarry | Rating: Teen and Up | Word count: 1.5K | Tags: hugs, two soft boys in love, Lucius is a cold father, Pansy and Draco are pure friends | READ IT ON AO3.

Men never, ever, ever hug other men

“Draco, you can’t say I love you like that, it is an important deal. I’ve told you too many times, I’m tired of always repeating the same thing,” Lucius admonished his son, staring at him with arctic eyes.

Draco froze, his eyes already shining with tears. “But…I understood what you told me, Father. I can’t say I love you to anyone who’s not my partner, because love is a fiction, and we, as Purebloods, must know when to play the right cards — ”

Lucius nodded, visibly cheered up by his son’s words. “Then why did you say I love you to Pansy, just a moment ago?”

Draco tightened his lips and looked at Pansy. She was slightly trembling; she had confessed to him that Lucius terrified her. He felt a lump forming in his throat, but he couldn’t cry in front of his Father. That was another rule they had. Malfoys never showed their weaknesses in front of anyone, not even their family.

He swallowed his tears and tried to talk steadily. “Because…we are friends, she hugged me and I felt like it…I — ”

Lucius shook his head, sighing. “Of course you did, Draco, she’s your friend and you’ve grown fond of her. That doesn’t mean you can go and say I love you just like that. You have to be careful what you say, to whom you’re saying it, when, and why. Four W’s, it’s all you have to remember.”

Draco nodded. He looked up to avoid tears streaming down his lashes and didn’t blink. “Yes, Father. I’m sorry.”

Lucius turned to Pansy, satisfied. “I’m glad you are friends with my son, Pansy, but you should have learned by now a Pureblood lady never shows affection for anyone who’s not their husband, no matter the age. You are children, but surely you can understand simple things like these. Don’t embarrass your family again, is it clear?”

Pansy’s eyebrows were knitted, her lips trembling; her efforts to avoid tearing up in front of Lucius Malfoy were evident. She shared a panicked look with Draco, who nodded to prod her. She cleared her throat. “Yes, Mr Malfoy. I am sorry if I caused distress between our families.”

Lucius smiled and briefly puffed her cheek. “Don’t exaggerate, Pansy, no such thing happened. I welcome your friendship, but our families aren’t betrothed, so beware, okay?”

The children nodded, not daring to look at each other now. Lucius stood up and left the room, wishing them a good day with their games.

But they didn’t play together anymore that day. They went to Draco’s favourite spot in Malfoy Manor’s gardens and talked about love, friendship, Pureblood rules and families.

Draco was nine. That’s when he started to suspect all those things about Purebloods and Half-bloods, Mud-bloods and Muggles were just a big pile of bullshit. But neither he nor Pansy had the courage to say so out loud. They’d learned their lesson.

*****

Draco was eighteen the first time he hugged someone again who wasn’t his partner. He had started the so-called Eighth-year at Hogwarts and he shared a common room with all of his former classmates, without house distinctions.

For House Unity, McGonagall had said.

Draco found himself sharing a room with Harry bloody Potter.

Again, for House Unity, McGonagall had said.

After the first months spent side-eyeing the other while they got ready for bed, sharing awkward moments — “Fuck, Potter, close the door when you’re in the bathroom!” — and staying silent most of the time, things changed.

A few days before Christmas, Draco came back to their room with his face covered in blood. He slammed the door behind him and launched himself on the bed, smearing the pillow with blood. Potter didn’t say anything — he just approached him.

“Do you need help with that?”

Draco replied with his mouth pressed against the pillow. “I most certainly don’t need our precious Saviour’s help. Wouldn’t want anyone to think you get involved with such a filthy piece of scum like me.”

Potter’s tone seemed amused, the git. “Is this what they told you while beating the shit out of you?”

Draco slowly turned his head to scowl at him. “What do you want, Potter?”

He shrugged. “To help you.”

Draco rolled his eyes but sat up on the bed. He spat, “Stupid Saviour, with his stupid Hero Complex. I’m perfectly fine.”

Without bothering for an answer, Potter raised a hand to brush his fingers against Draco’s cheek, where a deep cut was drenching his skin. Draco winced, taken aback. The fucking wound hurt.

Potter smirked. “You don’t seem perfectly fine.” He brushed his fingers on Draco’s cut again and Draco felt heat tickling his skin, followed by a strong pulling all around the edges of the cut. Potter had healed his stupid cut with fucking wandless and wordless magic.

Even worse, Potter’s magic prickling his skin had done weird things to Draco, who was now feeling shivers running down his spine and butterflies hovering in his stomach.

He cleared his throat and tried to assume a cold stare. “I didn’t say you could heal me! And, and — you’re a show-off! Yeah!” He pushed Potter’s chest backwards, but something even weirder happened.

Potter grabbed Draco’s hands on his chest, pulling him up with him until they were standing mere inches apart, so close that Potter’s breath was ghosting over his chin. Draco felt those goddamn shivers again.

Potter sucked in a breath and whispered, “You shouldn’t believe them. You’ve done some shit, but you aren’t evil. You are worth living, you are worth feeling, and you are worth studying here with all of us.”

Draco felt the ground shifting beneath his feet. His knees buckled and he lost balance, falling like a thin leaf between Potter’s arms. Potter held Draco against his chest, gripping tight, stroking his back while Draco let his tears soak Potter’s pyjamas. He started to sob, muttering incoherent apologies — for what he’d done, for what he hadn’t done — telling Potter he was wrong, that he wasn’t worth living, nor surviving the war.

Potter didn’t say anything — he just embraced Draco tight against his chest, lulling him through his crisis.

When Draco felt like he had nothing else to say, to cry out, no more tears to shed, he sniffled and reached with his arms for Potter’s back, finally able to return the hug. Shame instilled in Draco’s chest and he hid his face in the crook of Potter’s neck, hoping he’d vanish that instant.

No such luck.

He was very solid and concrete against Potter and he suddenly felt like laughing. So, he did. He started with a quiet snort that soon became proper laughter, his voice thundering out of his mouth like a fountain of living waters.

Potter let go of him, regarding him with wrinkled eyebrows, but soon started laughing with him, eyes quickly filling up with tears.

They let their bodies fall on Draco’s bed, still laughing. Draco huffed and stretched a hand on his face, trying to get a hold on himself. “Fuck, Potter, that was weird. You know, my Father…” He glanced at Potter, not sure he could talk about Lucius in front of him. But he didn’t seem baffled; he was looking at Draco expectantly, his head crooked, his eyes intent, his lips half raised.

“Erm, right, my Father always told me that I shouldn’t hug anyone who wasn’t my partner. That it wouldn’t be appropriate. This is the first time someone has hugged me in almost ten years.” He let out a bitter laugh, that didn’t match Potter’s this time.

He was looking at Draco with his face scrunched up, eyebrows knitted. His arms wrapped around Draco’s shoulders once again. “Fucking Merlin’s tits, that’s horrible. And sad. Everyone needs hugs.”

Starting that day, Harry made a habit of hugging Draco literally everywhere and in every moment of the day, no matter if there was a good reason for it or if it was appropriate. He would just turn to him or reach him, wrap his strong arms around Draco’s waist or neck or shoulders, and hold him tight, whispering in his ear he was worth it.

One day, towards the end of the year, they were all sunbathing near the Black Lake together, relishing the calm of being real teenagers, finally. Harry was sat with his back against a tree, and Draco was resting against his chest, Harry’s hands on his belly.

Ron rolled his eyes and pouted. “For Godric’s sake, will you kiss already? It’s been ages since you started hugging like bloody children all over the place! Just get on with it!”

Draco felt his face growing hot and thanked the sun, that was probably burning his skin, for hiding his embarrassment. He knew his feelings towards Harry were slowly melting into something beyond friendship, but they had never talked about it.

He was wondering what he could possibly reply to something like that, with all of their friends staring at them, when he felt Potter’s heartbeat quickening against his back and his breath faltering against his ear. His voice trembled. “Maybe you’re right.”

Before Harry’s words could completely sink in, Draco found himself drowned in Harry’s mouth, his lips hot and wet, his teeth gently nipping at his bottom lip, his tongue darting inside, making Draco dizzy with joy.

His Father could be damned, with his stupid rules and his men never, ever, ever hug other men.

#drarry squad #drarry fanfic #drarry fanfiction #drarry #HarryxDraco #mywriting #fluff #hugs #draco malfoy #Harry Potter

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sungieskies · 5 years

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Demons - I

Demon! Gang! AU

A collab story with @doubleknot42

Summary; lee miso tries to summon a demon, summons an asshole.

Genre; Angst, fluff?

Warnings; cussing, violence

Words; 1.3k

A/N; this is written in second person but when the main character is addressed she will be addressed with The name Lee Miso.

You sat down on your bed, sighing as ypu looked at the book in front of me. It was a book on Demons, you knew it wouldn't do anything but wanted to try and summon a demon. You open the book to the page with the spell on it and read it over before grabbing the candles you needed. You grab your lighter and lit all 5 candles before setting them up correctly.

Once everything was set up, you looked back down to the book. You sigh gently before chanting the spell (Im lazy so I'm not putting a spell 😂). You squeaked as all the candles suddenly went out and ypur mirror cracked. You closed your eyes after seeing everything happen and sat there shaking. You thought nothing was going to happen so when something did, your bad bitch persona left and you looked like a scared puppy instead.

You opened your eyes once all the noises stopped, thinking everything had died down. You were wrong as right in front of you stood a male in all black, glaring down at you. "You summon me and then act like a child, god I hate people like you. 'Lets summon a demon. This will be fun' well sweetheart i have something to tell you, this isn't fun for me. You are interrupting my damn work." The male spoke, his voice deep and dark. You sat there dumbfounded as you had actually summoned a demon and the first thing put of the demons mouth is trash talk.

You slowly stood up and looked at him before making the bold move to try and touch him. The male tsked and teleported away to a corner of your room. "Don't fucking touch me..." He growled out. "I'll send you to hell if you do.." You roll your eyes before trying to touch him once again. You push against his chest gently before squealing as he grabbed you roughly and threw you to the ground, growling as he did. "Look Princess, learn to listen and shit doesn't happen to you" he spoke before putting his hand around your neck and gripping tightly. You choke and cough, trying to get air. You cry out and scratch at his arms, cutting into him. He hisses and pulls away as he holds his bleeding arm "why the fuck are your nails so sharp..." He says as you get on your knees, coughing and gasping. "You owe me your soul...or I'm killing you." He growled out. You nodded, not even thinking about what he said since you were still light headed.

He laughed at you "stupid girl...you are now owned by a demon..." He said as he gripped your hair and started whispering something but you passd put before hearing it all. You woke up and looked around, you were in your room but something felt off. The mirror was fixed, your closet was suddenly full of nothing but black and white clothes and you felt empty. You got up and walked to the door, going to open it. Once it was open You were greeted by unfamiliar faces. One of them came up to you, he looked familiar and then you saw the bandages on his arms. He was the one from your room, the one who almost killed you. You instictivly back away from him, trying to go back into the room you just came from but the door didn't want to open. He got closer and close to you and eventually you could feel his breath against your cheek. You whimpered and started shaking as you were finally scared of him.

"So it really takes me dragging you to hell for you to be terrified of me? Pathetic..." He spits out before grabing your arm. You scream before feeling a hand hit your mouth and cover it "shut it..." He growls. He then pushes You back into the room and to the bed. "You stay in here...no body knows you-" he was cut off by another male, skinny and much taller than the one infront of you. "Changbin who the hell is this? Why do we have a human here?" The taller one asks. "Goddamnit..hyunjin just leave. Now!" The one holding you to the bed, now known as Changbin, yells out. You watch then scared and your shaking never stopped. As Changbin turned his head, you were passed out once again. He sighs and leaves the room to deal with Hyunjin.

When you awoke the second time, you were surrounded by 9 people. One of which gently held you down as you tried to get up. "Don't get up... You have too many needles in you to get up." The male spoke gently. He sounded much nicer than Changbin and you welcomed the calming voice. You laid back down on the bed and sighed softly before your eyes opened wide "n..needles?" You ask softly "for what...?" You continue with another question.

"You're Lee Miso aren't you? You have a ton of medication that you take so I'm making it easier on you and giving it through an IV..." The male said. You calmed down and nodded "w..who are all of you...?" You asked quietly, your eyed looking around at all the faces. The one taking care of you opens his mouth first. "My name's Woojin...but to make this simple so you don't ask...we are all demons..." He spoke softly as you went to open your mouth, but you soon closed it when he answered your question.

You nodded before your eyes travled to the next male, the youngest looking one. "Name's Jeongin..." He said quietly, his braces making him look even younger. The next one was the one who came into the room while changbin wss pushing you earlier. "Hyunjin" he said as he waved before looking at your neck "damn Changbin...you really did a number on her neck...those bruises are dark..." Changbin rolled his eyes "shut up...she'll live..." He said coldly. Soon enough you had been introduced to all the boys, all of them but Changbin and chan looking concerned about your body. "Why did you bring a human here?" Chan asked as he glared at Changbin. "For one, why the hell are you asking weakling... You're the one who brought the slut here. And for two i took her soul, didn't expect she'd come down to hell with it." Chan rolls his eyes before leaving the room.

You watch him before looking at woojin, he had an apologetic look on his face. "I need to take the needles out..." He said softly. You nod "o-okay..." You said and closed your eyes as he started taking them out. It hurt but it was way less of a pain then changbin trying to strangle you. You soon sat up as the needles were finallt out. All the boys leave besides Changbin, making you really worried.

"Stop being so scared. I'm not gonna kill you" he said as he came over to you. "I'm sorry about earlier but you were pissing me off. Also, this is an exact replica of your old room minus your clothes and belongings we couldn't duplicate. The clothes in the closet are my old clothes..and your laptop is on your desk. Tell me if you need anything..." He said, sounding a lot less mean than he did earlier. You slowly got out of bed after he left the room and you went to the closet to change into something that wasn't the hospital gownesc clothing you had on. As you stripped the dress and your bra off, you heard the door open again. You turn to the door to see Changbin standing in shock as he wasn't expecting to see you without clothes or a bra on. He blushed deeply as did you. You cover your breasts before huffing "what do you need..?" You ask softly. "I..i was just gonna tell youbwe ordered food...so you can come eat..since you have met everyone." He said before shutting the door. You sigh and grab one of the large hoodies in the closet before leaving the room.

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kookingbtsstew · 5 years

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Yandere BTS reaction-

They force Y/N to marry them (hyung line)

Jin-

He was so happy about the day. He looked forward to the wedding day . Finally , his dear will be his ONLY from now on. That is why decided to celebrate with his friends,a little party before the wedding. Unfortunately, He saw her "flirt" with someone and he lost it. Seeing this new side of him Y/N immediately wanted to cancel the wedding. He yelled and smacked her until she says yes and locked her until the wedding day. Infact, that's where they got married, in the room.

Namjoon-

Y/N didn’t even know that he was a yandere,until one day when he killed this man who had the audacity to look at her with filthy intentions in his eyes,Namjoon was with her and her family,at the fair,but the guy who owned a shop for accessories for females seemed to looking at her up and down as they walked passed him.Namjoon’s eye caught him not just staring at her but staring with the most evil smirk on his face.Namjoon thought he was a threat to Y/N and to other women as well.Unfortunately,she saw Namjoon beating him to death.That was when she decided to break the engagement.But Namjoon was having none of that.He said he will kill many more if she doesn’t marry him and so she did.

Yoongi-

Y/N loved him,even his yandere side.He loved her with all his heart.Only one thing he didn’t like was that she would always get upset and break up with him.One day Yoongi decided that he has to do something about this, so proposed but she was a little crazy like him.She got jealous when he was with another artist and she was crying but Yoongi lost his temper and said some things he shouldn’t have.She could handle Yoongi grabbing her a little too hard,grabbing her hair when got angry.But she couldn’t handle Yoongi saying the same things that her ‘‘family’‘ used to say to her.He knew it would either break her or she would lose trust in him.The latter happened,and there was only one way he could keep her from leaving,and that was....by force.He tied her to the bed and set things on fire. ‘‘Will you leave now? love?!’‘ he asked with crazy eyes. “N-no’‘ she said as she shook her head.’‘I didn’t hear you’‘ he said as sat close to her. ‘‘I wont leave’‘ she said.The next day she got married to him as they had decided 2 weeks ago.

Jhope-

He kissed her like usual. But she didn't respond as usual."What is the matter baby?" He asked her softly. " I don't think we should see each other anymore "she said. He took a few steps back as he press his together to form a think line. He expected her to worry about him seeing him like this, and give a good damn reason for what she is doing. "I can't do this anymore. I really loved you but... You scare me Hoseok" she said cold heartedly. He gritted his teeth as he immediately grabbed her wrist, startling her. "Hoseok ! Leave me! "She exclaimed. He paced towards his home and dragged her by her wrist. She kept crying out loud his name, she begged to stop, but he didn't stop. She was terrified when he took her inside his home, thinking of all the worst things that could happen and praying at the same time. But she was wrong, she never understood him, she always expected the worst from him. He suddenly let go off her and she fell on the cold floor. "You say I'm the monster but what are you?!! You think you can just play with my emotions and just throw me away whenever you want?!!!"he shouted. She had never seen him so angry, he sometimes did get a little scary but she thought she could get away with everything. Unfortunately today was the day he did give her a piece of his mind. Few days later they got married by force but he never gave her the love he was going to, he too found another woman, telling Y/N how Y/N should be more W/N. She was broken, seeing Hoseok liking another woman in front of her. When she fought with him over this, he dropped her off at the guys house for whom she was going to leave Hoseok, the man she always wanted Hoseok to be. Hoseok said to the man "Love her if you can, even when you know she can never be fully yours and then maybe , just.... Maybe you could know how I have felt these years.

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neondnp · 6 years

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my ii m&g experience ♥

(long rambling and pic spam ahead)

arriving + waiting in line

prior to and upon arriving at the venue, i was SO incredibly nervous to the point that it nearly overpowered my excitement. my heart had been racing all week and my stomach was in knots. i’d been anticipating this very day for almost a year and i was absolutely terrified that something would go wrong. i kept having thoughts like, “what if there’s a ton of unexpected traffic backed up for hours and i miss the meet and greet?” “what if there’s something wrong with my ticket??” “what if i forget something important and i’m denied access?” “what if i DIE before i get there!?” luckily, none of my delusional fears from my panicked state of mind came true and most of my anxiety disappeared after i was given my wristband.

meeting and conversing with the lovely new friends i made in line put me at enough ease that my ability to comprehend the intense reality of the situation was beginning to vanish. everything was too dreamlike to feel real. was i really mere minutes away from meeting my idols??

suddenly, everyone started screaming. i looked up and saw phil standing at the rail. i nearly had a damn heart attack!! that’s phil! he literally looks like an angel! i heard dan’s voice from the other corner and turned around to see him right above us! that’s dan!! he glows! o m g !! there they are!! in person! holy s*** that’s actually them!!! whatever they said to us either completely went over my head or was entirely forgotten because i don’t recall any of it. this was the most surreal moment of my life.

shoutout to the girl on twitter who filmed some of this and caught my reaction after they waved and left lmao

i guess this is what my mind being completely blown looks like??!?

my adrenaline was through the roof, but i was too stupefied to feel emotional yet. my throat was drying as the line in front of me gradually got shorter. the lack of air conditioning upstairs didn’t help. i was close enough to talk to marianne (a queen, btw) about what i wanted to give them. i had a letter from a friend and two of my ii themed d&p drawings that i made into magnets. she told me she would keep them and give them to dan and phil after the meet and greet. disappointing, but understandable. i wrote my name on the magnets but they won’t have a clue who i am. oh well. here’s what they look like:

before i knew it, it was my turn to meet them. a friend i met in line agreed to film my meet and greet but was too nervous to do so once we approached our turns. although it sucks to not have footage, i fully understand having anxiety. she’s very sweet and i’d never want to cause her any stress.

the actual meeting and greeting:

before i get into the personal details and talk about my interaction with them, i’ll describe their irl voices and appearances.

i’d say they sound exactly the same in person. they don’t necessarily look any different from how they do in pictures and videos, just more radiant; especially phil. his hair somehow looks even darker irl and there’s an indescribably beautiful contrast between his black hair, vibrant eyes, and pale skin. it makes him look otherworldly. his features are sharp. dan’s stubble is actually quite prominent, even from a distance. his features are soft. there’s not really much else to say about his appearance; he’s just as gorgeous in the flesh as he is on a screen. they were just as tall as i expected them to be so i wasn’t alarmed by their height. it did, however, feel different to look up at them and see them from a new (significantly lower) angle as opposed to seeing them from an eye-level camera angle. the same can be said about viewing them on stage from a close orchestra seat.

now, onto the good part! i wish i could remember more details, but meeting them was such a blur that i didn’t feel like it even happened at all until the next day (more on that later). most of my dreams are more vivid than this memory is. my brain was majorly lagging from the moment i was far enough ahead in line to be off the stairs, and my entire consciousness seemed to exist in some alternate dimension when i walked toward their direction to be greeted. i remember one or both of them saying, “hiii!” and dan saying “thanks for coming to see us!” i remember phil instantly opening his arms and asking if i wanted a hug. i think i said, “hi! yes i do!” i remember it being so much easier to talk to them than i thought it would be. words came naturally despite having very little awareness of what i was saying and—due to being in such a daze—completely forgetting to say any of the important things i’ve always wanted to tell them. they were both so warm, gentle, and welcoming. i was too out of it to realize this at the time, but looking back, they treated me like i was an old friend of theirs; like i was someone who mattered. that warms my heart. they genuinely care about making us feel comfortable and relaxed.

dan did most of the talking. i don’t remember what either of their hugs felt like, but i do remember dan giving me one of his awkward “dan hugs” lol. dan and i were both wearing striped shirts and he said that we were “totally coordinated with our stripes” which made me WAY happier than it should have, but oh man i was BEAMING. “we are!”

when phil asked if i’d like to have something signed, i took out a print of the two portraits i drew of them. “yes, can you sign my art please?” after handing the print to them, dan said, “oh my god did you draw these??” and i responded with something dumb like, “i did! it took me like my entire life but yeah!!” i really wish i could have seen them react to my drawings, but i didn’t think to look at their faces when i showed them. in fact, i’m not even sure if i made eye contact with them at all. they complimented me on my art but i don’t remember what they said. i'm not 100% certain, but i think dan called it incredible.

dan offered to take the selfie so i handed him my phone and we all got close and smiled for the camera. i noticed from other people’s meet and greet pics that phil had a tendency to lean his head in next to fans, but i’d of course forgotten about this detail. i was so weak later on when i saw how close our faces were in the group photo, w o w !! i asked if we could take individual pictures as well and dan said, “of course!”

this is the part i remember the most clearly. taking individual pictures was almost like hugging them again, only better because i was a little more aware—i was almost able to actually process it this time. looking at them you’d expect to feel nothing but firmness and bones, but they’re both delightfully squishy; especially dan. they’re two tall adorable teddy bears. dan fondly said, “thank you philip” when phil took our picture and it was the cutest thing. after the pictures were taken, i thanked them for about the tenth time. i remember saying “thank you” and “thank you so much” to almost everything they said and did. i probably would have thanked them if they accidentally stepped on my foot or dropped my phone. they told me to enjoy the show and i thanked them once more. i wished them a good show and at some point i think i said, “it was really nice meeting you.” we waved and said our goodbyes to each other.

and then it was over.

wait, it’s over. what the hell just happened?

i literally forgot everything on the spot.

everything happened so rapidly and it ended before i had even begun to take any of it in. i really wish i could have absorbed the moment more. i wish i could have said more. this may sound silly, but none of it felt real. it didn’t initially feel like, “aah i just met dan and phil!!” instead, it felt more like, “...did i really meet dan and phil? wouldn’t i have remembered meeting them if it really happened?” i was so disappointed in myself. how was i that spaced out the whole time? i expected a more emotional experience, but it was all so surreal that i wasn’t even in touch with reality, let alone with my emotions. i didn’t know how to react, so i blanked out into a strange semiconscious state and i hated myself for it.

i went on to realize that meeting them was indeed a very emotional experience; i just needed to fully recover from my daze for it to hit me. while most of my memory is still a blur, several small details came back to me the following day bit by bit. it was enough for me to look back on and miss. it took me days to recall everything i wrote about above. i did cry. i was emotionally impacted, just not right away. it had to catch up with me. meeting them was absolutely amazing. looking at my pictures and signed artwork elates me. i actually met dan and phil!

even though i didn’t say what i wanted to, i’m grateful that i managed to talk to them at all. i was so sure i’d either stumble over my words or end up speaking in my stupid high-pitched nervous voice. i was also afraid i’d cry in front of them and i didn’t. it went smoothly and i survived. i have a few regrets, but i still loved it. i loved them.

i’d do it again in a heartbeat.

yes i was very extra with the editing but these pics mean a lot to me and i wanted them to look the best they could

what i didn’t get to say:

@danielhowell @amazingphil thank you for inspiring so much creativity, motivation, and passion within me. you guys are the reason i wanted to start drawing again. you’re the reason why i stopped immediately giving up. you’re the reason i’ve met so many spectacular people and became part of such a diverse and extraordinary community. you guys give me a reason to smile. i love you, thank you for everything ♥ - alexis

#dan howell #phil lester #interactive introverts #ii nashville #daniel howell #amazingphil #meet and greet #personal #very very personal actually #it took several hours to write this and i cried through half of it #dnp #dan and phil #posts by alexis #*content #.txt #*mycontent

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sonneka · 7 years

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Hi! I'm your new follower and I love your blog! (Besides, I'm from you country!) For the fanfic thing, Komahina 1 or 27?

(Waaaah, sos de Argentina? Lloro. Ya no me siento tan sola en tumblr :’D ♥)

Welcome to my blog and sorry for the late answer!! When people want me to choose between 2 prompts I actually end up using both, so I wanted to try that! (Though probably I wrote more for the second one than for the first one this time >w

1. A Sweet Kiss & 27. Accidentaly Sleeping In

Inside the boat’s cabin it was difficultto tell whether it was already morning or still night. There was almost nolight in there since the only window was really small and Komaeda and Hinata decidedto close it every night before going to sleep.

Yes, they shared cabin, justlike everyone else. There was no doubt that Hinata would choose Komaeda to behis partner, since he was reallyclose to him now.

After so much time trying andfailing, he got to understand him at last. He loved Komaeda, much more than he probably showed, and knowing heloved him back even after everything that happened between them, it was such agift.

Hinata opened his heavyeyelids, blinking slowly as he was getting his thoughts together. As per usual,the room was dark and he felt a warm weight over him, which was the reason whyhe couldn’t move too much. He looked down and remembered, of course.

Komaeda was sleeping, holdingonto Hinata as if he were a plushy or something like that. Not that he was complainingthough. Every night, as soon as they went to their respective beds, Hinata wouldturn the lights off and say a tired “good night”. And every singlenight after that sort of ritual, Komaeda would leave his bed to ask Hinata tosleep with him instead.

He was still wondering whyKomaeda waited until they were about to sleep to request that, but Hinata cameup with the conclusion that he was always too embarrassed to even ask for thatwhen the lights were on.

However, when it came to themsleeping together… Actually, they wouldn’t sleep at all.

Again, Hinata didn’tcomplain, he was happy with Komaeda’s presence and with all the sweet behaviours they were starting to have: Kisses, hugs, sickly-sweetpraises to each other, and more…

Those were good nights. Butin the morning, the lack of sleep was pretty palpable.

Hinata wanted to stretch hisarms and legs, but it was impossible to move if Komaeda was so peacefullysleeping on his chest and they were, basically, tangled. There was no way Hinatawould wake him up. He would patiently wait for him to do so, since it wasn’tboring at all to stare at his face, even if he had to look at it for hoursuntil the other woke up.

No matter how many times hestayed staring at Komaeda’s features, he’d always find something new andinteresting to look at.

He was truly beautiful.Hinata carefully moved his arm which was huggingKomaeda with and slowly brought his hand closer tohis pale face.

White locks of hair coveringmore than a half of his face, not letting the best view for Hinata to see, buthe had to admit it was still cute. Komaeda’s hair was so strange, so fluffy andmessy but, even so, soft to the touch. Hinata loved brushing his curly hair,his fingers playing with its inexplicable texture. It didn’t take long for himto brush away those locks hiding his face, and he wouldn’t ever regret theoutcome.

His face was angelical, asstupid as it sounded. Hinata muffled a laugh when he saw the little thread of drool escaping the other’s lips.He could have wiped it away, but he looked really cute that way and doingso would only ruin the moment.

And it was better that hedidn’t try it, Komaeda started twitching his nose and even frowned, as if therewas something bothering him in his sleep. Well, it was time for Hinata to stopplaying, it seemed.

But it wasn’t like he had to wake up yet,even if he didn’t know what time it was and was unable to look at a clock, hewas pretty sure that if Komaeda wasn’t awake yet, that had to mean they had along time to stay in bed yet.

Hinata moved slightly, in anattempt to get more comfortable without disturbing the other boy’s sleep. Hewent back to wrap his arm around him, feeling their skins brushing. It wasweird, but he was getting accustomed to them sleeping like that, almost naked. The dark cabincould be cold, but their bodies wouldn’t.

A few nights ago, Hinata wasvery embarrassed to sleep with only his undergarments on and, besides, with Komaeda. But soon it becamesomething normal, even something they needed to do to sleep better.

Hinata got to finally feelcomfortable. He stared at Komaeda’s face, an angel’s sleeping face, and after afew seconds, he smiled and didn’t hesitate to kiss his forehead before closinghis eyes again, hoping to sleep some more time.

He was about to do it, he wasabout to fall asleep again when some knocks on the door suddenly broke thesilence. Hinata felt so lost that almost thought it was a dream or somethinglike that, but then the knocks sounded again, louder.

“Hey! Hinata! Komaeda!What the hell are you doing!? Are you still asleep!?”

That voice, it had to beSouda…

Wait.

Why was Souda waking him up?It was always the other way around. Hinata raised an eyebrow, completelyconfused yet too sleepy to get a clear idea of the situation.

He only growled, knowing thatnobody would hear him. Well, almost nobody.

“Hi…nata-kun?”

Crap…

Hinata started to feelannoyed. The knocks on the door that once had stopped were now back again, andthis time Komaeda would probably wake up.

What the hell was wrong withSouda?

“Hey, dumbass, don’t actas if you were sleeping and hurry up!” This time, it was Kuzuryuu’s voice.

Seriously, what the…

“I guess we’ll have togo in…”

“What!? But he surelyhas the door locked.”

Hinata still couldn’t believewhy these idiots were so persistent in this. It never happened, there was noreason for that.

Or… Was there?

His eyes suddenly widened and he even nearlyforgot about wanting Komaeda to keep sleeping, because he almost gave a jumpoff bed.

Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn…

Of course… It was theday, the day they would finally arrive to the real Jabberwock Island againafter so much time abroad.

He even told everyone a fewnights ago that they had to be careful about that, about knowing when they werearriving. And this not being enough, he also claimed that he’d have everythingunder control by himself.

It seemed impossible, but he absolutelyforgot.

“Okay, Hinata, Komaeda…You left us no other choice!” Souda’s voice sounded again, and Komaedatwitched his nose at the mention of his last name.

“We’re getting in!”Kuzuryuu’s voice sounded even louder.

“What!? No!”Finally, Hinata reacted. Screaming with his hoarse and dry voice.

It would have been funny ifthe door had a lock, but they didn’t use the key of the room since nobody everhad woken them up before. Actually, they were the ones waking everybody upevery single morning.

This wasn’t funny, what wouldKuzuryuu and Souda say when they found out how Komaeda and Hinata were—?

And the door opened, as ifthey kicked it. It sounded so brutal that Hinata barely had time to do somethingabout that. Komaeda was still kind of asleep with all his numb weight over the other boy and…

Well…

“Hinata, damn it you—What!?!?”Souda couldn’t continue with his complaints, as soon as his gaze reached thebed, only panic could be seen on his face and a terrified scream came out next.

“Seriously, you two…What the fuck are you doing!?”Kuzuryuu at least only sounded annoyed.

“Well, ummm…”Hinata didn’t know where to start, he kept his eyes closed and pinched thebridge of his nose with his fingers, wanting to stop feeling tired so he couldexplain himself better.

However, this poor attemptwould soon be ruined. Komaeda finally moving away from him, lifting his sleepyface to find Kuzuryuu and Souda staring fixedly at him. “Mmm… Guys…?What a surprise…!”

“Whaaa….! And you’reeven naked! What the fuck, Hinata!?” It was even funny how Souda wantedexplanations from Hinata and not from Komaeda.

“Huh? We’re not…”the white haired boy even checked under the sheets, as if he really wasn’t sureabout his statement. “Yeah, we’re not.”

“We don’t want toknow…” Kuzuryuu shook his head, avoiding his gaze at Hinata and Komaeda.

“Yeah, Komaeda… They, don’t want to know.” Hinata didn’tusually feel embarrassed, but right now he couldn’t help burying his face ontothe pillow.

“Hey, don’t just staythere! Didn’t you tell us you’d be the one controlling the ship for when wearrived?” Kuzuryuu sounded just like an angry mother.

“But I forgot…”His face still pressed on the pillow.

“Don’t fuck with me! Yousurely are also the Ultimate Clock or some shit like that, you can’t forgetabout it, idiot.”

“Yeah… You forgetthat, but you don’t forget to take your clothes off when you’re withKomaeda…” the latter laughed at Souda’s response.

Hinata lifted his head to givea piercing glare to Komaeda, still he even had the guts to smile at him. “What?Hinata-kun, don’t be mad… It’s too early to be angry!” And even if hewanted to keep being negative, he couldn’t help smiling when Komaeda, lookingmessy and tired, was encouraging him.

“Not to be a partypooper but… It’s half past eleven,” Souda rubbed the back of his head.

At that response, Komaeda andHinata stared at each other, shocked.“What?” even their answers came out at the same time.

“Yeah, so just hurry up.Get up and… D-Dress up, you dirty assholes.”

“Yeah…”

Kuzuryuu turned around andleft the room, followed by Souda. Then the door shut, silence and the sound ofthe sea waves crashing onto theboat being the only things that could be heard in that dark room, again.

“Well,” Komaeda turned hisgaze towards Hinata. “Good morning, Hinata-kun…”

He was again over his chest,and it didn’t take long for him to press his lips onto Hinata’s. It was along and slow kiss, deep and full of feelings. A kiss that could reach theheart.

Hinatacircled Komaeda’s waist with both arms, pulling him closer. They didn’t wake upin the best mood, but it was easy to forget when they were tangled in such alovely embrace.

However,it wouldn’t last forever. “Can we sleep a little bit more? I’m tired…” Komaedanuzzled Hinata’s shoulder. He really enjoyed being on top of him, didn’t he?

“Wecan’t… Didn’t you hear what Kuzuryuu and Souda said?” Hinata couldn’t helpbrushing the other’s hair with this fingers.

“Aboutus being naked?”

“No,Komaeda… are you really that sleepy?You didn’t hear anything?”

“Hmm…”he kept staying where he was, and that wasn’t okay.

“Komaeda…Please. We have to get up.” Hinata grabbed the other’s chin, making him lookup. “They’re already mad at us, didn’t you know?”

Komaedajust laughed. “I get it, but… Would it be too bad if I stay here a little bitlonger? I mean… you can go but I’m just too tired…”

Hinata’scheeks blushed. Right, if Komaeda claimed to be tired, it was better to leavehim be. He started to move away, feeling bad when Komaeda was the only oneresting on the bed. He stared at him for a moment before searching for his clothes.

Oncehe was finished dressing up, he gave a last glance to Komaeda, who seemed to beasleep again. Hinata smiled and got closer to him, sitting on the bed andcaressing his cheek with his thumb.

Hewould obviously kiss him again, briefly, knowing the other was probably alreadyasleep. He kissed his mouth, his cheeks, his forehead, every single feature onhis face. His skin was so soft yet so fragile. He loved it, he loved Komaeda.

Reachingthe door, he turned around once again. “Hey, Komaeda,” he shouted.

“Hmm?”maybe the other wasn’t sleeping at all in the end. Had he simply let Hinata kisshis whole face while pretending to be asleep? Hinata felt his cheeks blushingagain.

“D-Don’tthink you can sleep all day, I’ll come back in a few minutes to wake you up… Noexcuses, we are arriving soon.”

“Mm…”that was the only answer he received, and he couldn’t help laughing beforeopening the door.

However,he stood there, as if he still needed to look back to check on Komaeda one moretime. And when he did, he muttered a little “I love you”, sure that the otherwouldn’t hear him.

Butwhen he was about to leave…

“Ilove you too, Hinata-kun…” Komaeda mumbled, as if he was talking betweendreams.

Hinatasighed, yet he smiled. Feeling that if he could, he would stay with the otheruntil both of them felt in better conditions to wake up. But, well, they had somany more nights to do that after arriving the Island, and now it was better toleave Komaeda rest.

Hinataturned around and closed the door, leaving the dark cabin behind.

“I love you too, Hinata-kun…”

Whata good way of starting a brand new day.

#danganronpa #komahina #writing this made me happy i swear #idk #i like how it turned out in the end haha #my fanfiction

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thereluctantinquisitor · 7 years

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A fic where Varlen is caught by some Tevinter mages Dorian's father hired, using Varlen as bait to get Dorian to come home? (You don't have to write this if you don't wanna I'm just in the mood for some angst and Varlen seems like the damsel in distress type XD )

2400 words. Most under the cut.

“… You sure he’s the one?”

“How many people do you think fit that description? Use your head.”

“Fine. No need to get touchy.”

Varlen groaned softly, eyes fluttering open. He felt…strange. Blinking, he tried to focus, but found himself shrouded by darkness.Panic gripped his chest and he jolted, forcing himself into a sitting position,breaths coming in a series of hard, rapid gasps. He couldn’t see! Couldn’t breathe! What was—where was—!?

“Huh. It wore off faster than usual.”

“The dose wasn’t that big. Figured he’d be smaller, huh?”

“Yeah.”

The voices were deep. Male, but otherwise indistinctive.They had an almost familiar lilt to them, but in his current state Varlen couldn’t seem to focus on it.He shuddered, then shook his head hard. Coarse fabric brushed against his skin ashe moved.

“W… Who are you?” Varlen demanded. His voice soundedunnaturally loud from inside the hood - at least to himself. “Where am I?”

One of the men huffed. “It’s always the same two questions,”he griped, sounding disappointed. “Not even worth the effort of heading out thisfar south. I was hoping for something different for once.”

“Hmm,” replied the other. He had a deeper voice. Varlen frowned,then shifted about experimentally. His hands and feet were shackled, his ankles separated bylength of chain, but he could otherwise move freely. Good. That meant he wasn’ttied down to anything in particular. But not being able to see. That was the worst part. He needed his eyes. Needed to knowwhat was happening; what he had to work with.

“Well shit, sorry to disappoint you,” Varlen snapped back,closing his eyes. Listening. “Maybeyou could try being more original. Kidnapping?A hood? Really? Did you get the idea out of some Orlesian crime seria—”

Varlen heard the movement of fabric, but in no wayanticipated the blow across the face that sent him sprawling back to theground. He grunted, gritting his teeth as he hit the wood, the pain successfully snapping him outof the half-panic that had so quickly overwhelmed him upon waking. Breathinghard, he could feel his body moving; jostling. He was… he was in a wagon.

… Why?

“Be careful,” the man with the slightly higher voice said. He seemedthe more chatty of the pair. “We’re just delivering this one, remember?”

“Sure,” replied the other, his tone flat. Cold. “But he didn’t saynot to hurt him.”

… Great.

Varlen forced himself back into a sitting position with alow groan, shaking his head as if to clear it. In truth, the movement wasintended to shift the hood. He shook again, coughing this time, as if theblow had knocked him senseless. Then, taken suddenly by an idea, he turned the cough intoa retch, doubling forward, heaving as loudly and hideously as he knew how.Nearby, the frantic scraping of boots against wood signified the men rising to their feet.

“Damn it, why did you have to go and do that for!? Now look at him!”

“He’s faking.”

“No, he isn’t. Fasta vass, thelast thing we need is him choking to death on his own sick!”

“Don’t—”

The deep-voiced man’s warning came too late. Varlen felt apressure on the back of his head, then light flooded his vision,almost blinding in its intensity. He gasped, shying down towards the floor ofthe wagon as if to escape it, blinking back a sudden flood of tears. As he did, he became vaguely aware of the two men bickering behind him in low voices.

“See, I told you. Faking.”

“How? Look at him. Does he look well to you?”

“Does it matter?”

Varlen, gathering both his wits and his sight, finally managed to open his eyes properly and lookaround. He was right, they were in awagon. A relatively long one too, probably meant for ten seated travelers spread across the two side benches. The two men stood between Varlen and thewagon’s rear door, both tall, both haughty. The one with the higher voice had ashort beard, jet black and trimmed neatly. The other was clean shaven butolder, and they both wore a very familiar set of robes. Deep red and angular,Varlen recognised them immediately and felt his blood run cold.

Venatori.

“Why?” Varlen gasped, his whole body shaking - or at least, giving off the appearance of uncontrollable trembling. “W-Whyme? What did I do?”

The bearded man rolled his eyes, exasperated. “Great. This again. Let’s just say there areforces at work beyond you, elf. Greater men with greater goals.”

Varlen whimpered pathetically and pushed himself away from the men,sliding across the floor of the wagon until his back was pressed to the far wall. He shookhis head, eyes wide. Teary. Terrified.

“P-Please. Just… Just let me go! I won’t tell anyone, Is-swear…!”

The younger man just groaned again while the older Venatoriglanced idly towards Varlen before looking away, bored. “No.” He said simply, then satback down on the bench, folding his arms. There was a distinct air of finality about it. Varlenswallowed, his throat suddenly going dry. Well,this isn’t exactly ideal, he thought, his body still trembling something terrible. They’re delivering me to someone. But who? And why?

Venatori…

“Sent all the way to the armpits of Thedas to fetch some richman’s play-thing,” grumbled thebearded man again. He remained standing but his posture was tense, as thoughevery muscle in his body yearned to pace but lacked the room to do so. “Ithought joining the Venatori would bring in meaningfulwork.”

“He came to us because we were the only ones who would doit,” that deep voice replied. That flat tone was beginning to sound weary. “Properly,” he added quickly as theyounger of the pair opened his mouth to argue. Mollified, the bearded man closed it again with a sharpmotion then glared across at Varlen, blue eyes piercing the distance like an arrow. Before that stare, Varlen cowered again,scooting himself further into the corner as though he could escape through thecracks in the wood. The whole time, he had not stopped shaking, playing up the fear, barely managing to draw enough breath. That glare slowly melted into a frown.

“Hey, I think he’s sick.”

The sitting Venatori grunted and shut his eyes disinterestedly. “You saidthat before. He was faking.”

“No… he’s still shaking like we froze his blood or something.”The younger man took a step towards Varlen who let out a terrified gasp,pressing himself flat to the wall. “What’s the matter?” he demanded sharply,brow snapping back into a frown. “What’s wrong with you? Answer me, elf.”

“N-N-Nothing! Nothing!” Varlen practically sobbed the reply, turninghis face to the side, breathing fast and shallow. He received a frustratedgrowl in response.

“That’s notnothing.” The bearded Venatori stalked the rest of the way over, a thundercloud in a crimson robe. “You godying on us, and we’ll be the ones paying for it, understand? So come on. Talk.”

No words came. Varlen just shook harder, shaking his head,curling in on himself, the metal chain between his shackled feet clattering against thewooden floor. That only made the man angrier. Kneeling down, he reached out andgrabbed a fistful of Varlen’s hair, gripping tightly, forcing Varlen to look up at him.

He was greeted with a smile.

In a blur of movement, Varlen brought his fist up and around.His hand, clutching one of the thick metal cuffs that had shackled him, slammed hardagainst the side of the Venatori’s skull. Metal cracked against bone and theman crumpled like a wet leaf to the floor of the carriage, eyes rolling back ashe struck the wood with a heavy thud. Immediately, Varlen lunged forward,tucking himself into a forward roll, his feet still tethered together by the length of chain but it didn’t matter. The carriage was small enough that he didn’tneed to move much, and he always worked best up-close. Personal.

Coming to his feet, Varlen managed to stay standing despitethe jolting of the wagon. The older Ventori was already up, his mouth moving,that deep voice falling into a rhythmic chant that made the hairs on Varlen’sarms stand on end. I can’t let him finish, he thought hurriedly, then without further hesitation threw himself at the larger man.

They connected with a grunt, Varlen’s body ramming the Venatori backagainst the long bench, forcing him to lose his balance. Half-falling,Varlen reached out, grabbing two fistfuls of that awful red robe and pullingsharply towards himself. His momentum was enough to send them both crashing tothe floor of in a tangle of cloth and silver hair, jolted about as the wagon struck a particularly rough section of road.

The Venatori, his spell successfully broken, threw his armsout, grabbing for Varlen’s neck. Varlen tried to move but the man was both fast and had managed to roll on top of him. Grinning with gritted teeth, he closed his hands around Varlen’s throat, pressing down hard against his windpipe. Stars exploded in Varlen’s vision and he tried to gasp, scrabblingwildly, nails clawing at the back of his captor’s hands. Hands that were scarred. Badly. This wasnot the first time he had done this.

Varlen knew he did not have long. He had lost the advantageas soon as he’d gained it, and his mind still churned in a frantic blur as the edges ofhis vision began to go dark. Desperate, he pulled his knees up towards hischest in a powerful, sharp motion. It wasn’t enough to do any real damage, but itthrew his attacker off-balance for a moment, his grip slipping free from Varlen’sthroat. He gasped, coughing hard, rolling away as the rapidly dimming world suddenly snapped backinto focus. He could barely swallow - barely breathe - but he knew he had to get up. He had to—

The Venatori was on him again, grabbing him roughly by the hairand dragging him away from the side of the wagon. Varlen cried out, handsflying up to grope for his attacker’s wrists, but the attempt was futile as theVenatori released his hair and once again closed his hands around Varlen’sthroat, this time from behind. Varlen rasped, eyes going wide, boots scrabbling frantically againstthe wooden floor of the wagon. Chain rattled and clinked wildly with the movement, thelength separating his feet tensing and slacking with each mindless…

… the chain.

The Venatori had positioned himself differently to the firsttime, moving from dragging Varlen by the hair to choking him without a second’shesitation. Looking up, Varlen could see the man’s angular face staring down at him, but this time his body was not pinned. It left the rest of Varlen free to thrash and kick, although it did him little good with no one to unseat. In a way, it was a smart move. A calculated one…

… But there was still something Varlen could do.

With the last of the air left in him, Varlen tensed hismuscles and kicked his lower body up and over, curving his back, his feetsurging towards the Venatori’s face. Before the man could even think to react,Varlen had the chain linking his ankles wrapped tight around the Venatori’s neck, his feetlocking behind the man’s head. In shock, he released Varlen, his hands insteadflying to his throat, clawing desperately at Varlen’s boots, trying to prythem free.

It didn’t work. With leverage on his side, Varlen resistedthe Venatori’s attempt to pull back, to twist, using his legs to lock the man in place, grunting at the effort to keep him still. Above him, the Venatori’s eyes bulged, wide and wild, veins standing out on his neck and the side of hishead as his face steadily turned a dark shade of reddish-purple. Feeling sick,Varlen squeezed his eyes shut, cutting off the image, and started counting in his head, forcing himself to ignore the spasming of the man in his grip as he strangled him for everything he was worth.

… three… four… five…six… s-seven… oh Creators… eight… n-nine… ten…

The Venatori stopped struggling. Varlen knew it but he heldon anyway, eyes squeezed shut, heart thumping wildly in his chest. His legs screamed,aching, burning, but he kept going,forcing his feet closer together, feeling the chain resist the motion as it bitdeeper into the skin of the man’s throat. The counting in his head had reached overfifty before he finally managed to coax his muscles into compliance. Stiffly,he unwrapped his feet, chain clinking against chain, thesound suddenly ice cold as it sent a shiver down Varlen’s spine. For a heart-stopping second, the Venatori did not move, body upright, kneeling. Then, boneless, he peeled backwards and thudded to the floor of the wagon.

For a moment, all Varlen could do was lie there and breathe,eyes staring sightlessly at the patched roof, the wagon’s movements jostling himfrom side to side whenever it hit an uneven patch of road. Eventually, despite the numbness that had sunk into his skin, Varlenknew he had to move. Had to force himselfto move. Groaning, he rolled to his knees and tried to swallow, but instead ended up coughing raggedly, tears springing to his eyes as he fought to pull inair through his bruised throat. Regardless, he crawled his way back towards the far wall of the wagon. The place wherehe had made a show of cowering only moments earlier, shaking like a leaf to hide what he was really doing. Groping around,his fingertips eventually found the piece of cool, thin metal. Varlenpicked it up and eased himself back against the wagon wall with a grunt, reaching down towork on unlocking his ankle-cuffs with the pick. It didn’t take long before those, too, fellaway, clattering to the floor with a dissonant ring.

Huddled against the cold, the wagon driver clutched thereins in his hands, eyes forward, doing everything in his power not to let hiscuriosity get the better of him. He had no idea who those robed men were, butwhen someone threatened to turn him and his family into a pile of ash, he did his best tofollow their instructions to the letter. Ignore whatever youhear. Do not stop the wagon, no matter what. Say nothing to anyone you pass. Askno questions. Do this, and you will not be harmed.

A part of him felt sick to the stomach. He’d seen them carryingon some poor sod with a bag over his head, trussed up like a man on his gallows march. Now, he’d had to sit there andpretend he couldn’t hear the shouting and thumping going on just a few hand-spans behind him, echoing through the walls of the carriage. Reaching out a shaky hand, he patted the flank of his mare, Lessie.The muscle twitched, her tail flicking ever so slightly in acknowledgement. It didn’t bring him any comfort.

A loud crack suddenly split the air, startling the driver so much that he nearly dropped the reins. He couldn’t help it – against his better judgement, he turnedaround – and…

… and saw an elven man stagger out onto the road, the back doorsof the wagon thrown wide open, bouncing off their hinges as the carriage continued its jolting journey down the road. Eyeswide, he just stared at the pale haired figure as he straightened, risingslowly to his full height, his sleeves torn in places, his face already purpling with bruises. Then, much to the driver’s horror, the elf turned his head and methis stare. Held it, as if inchallenge. Horrified, the wagon driver raised his hands, letting the reins fall in his haste.He was shaking so badly that he could barely keep hold of them anyway. Please, the man thought, terrified. Please… I have a family… children..

However, the elven man did not give chase. Instead, he just nodded. A single, slow, pointed gesture.

Then he turned on his heel andtook off running back the way they had come.

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