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ohhoooooo 96 + 9 for the 100 Drabble prompt?

drabble collection, whump edition

96 and 9 - Forced to Watch, Temperature

i've combined them - i hope that's okay!

cw: blood and injury, incl. self-inflicted

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Of course the King didn’t keep his word. What did John fucking expect? A god of lies, of deceit, of fucking with you until your brain melted out through your own ears.

Of course he kicked Arthur, mangled and broken and covered in his own blood, through a portal and squarely into a snowy fucking wasteland.

The King closes the earthly side of the portal, like sliding one-way glass across the opening, and then watches with calm detachment as Arthur gasps at the cold. It doesn’t matter how much John yells—how much he pounds metaphorical fists against the metaphorical walls of his very real prison. The King seems content to lock John away inside him until—what, John grows docile? Fuck that. John is going to fight this until the heat death of the universe.

“You said you would heal him,” John spits as Arthur struggles to drag himself across the snow. His right leg is bent at all the wrong angles, and he leaves a sickening streak of violent crimson behind him as he slowly and painstakingly makes his way towards a—great, an abandoned cabin. Is that the King’s version of kindness? “You fucking liar.”

The King says nothing.

John should look away from the portal. He knows it’s there for his benefit—so he can watch the only person he’s ever cared about suffer, knowing with every aching fiber of his being that he’s suffering alone. He shouldn’t give the King the satisfaction of watching Arthur’s misery.

He doesn’t, though. He watches, and he spits insults at the person he once was, and he hopes—even though he knows it’s dangerous to do so—that Arthur will be all right.

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