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hellcat8908 · 2 months

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Wrongfully Imprisoned Azriel x Female Reader

Warnings: Violence

You had never felt as embarrassed as you did now being led out of a shop in the middle of Velaris for attempted theft/fraud. You tried to hide your face from the crowd that had gathered to watch the spectacle. It was all a misunderstanding. You had found a beautiful dress and went to pay for it using Azriel's account. Apparently, he hadn't added you as an authorized user yet, and so now you were being escorted to prison. You had tried to explain to the shopkeeper that you were Azriel's mate, but they just sneered at you as if you were lying. When the guards came to escort you away, you pleaded with them to get Azriel, but they wouldn't listen. They insisted he didn't have time to waste on someone as trivial as you. Once you realized no one was going to listen, you kept quiet.

Once you arrived at the prison, you were placed in a holding cell. You were silently resigned to your fate since you couldn't reach Azriel, and you weren't sure if any of the others would notice. In one last attempt, you try to get the guards to get ahold of Azriel for you, "Please! This is just a misunderstanding. You need to get Azriel. He'll clear this all up!" You hear footsteps approaching, so you take a step back. The door unlocks, and a guard steps in, crowding your space. "I've told you already, the spymaster is too busy to deal with a nobody like you! Now shut up or else!" He threatens. "Please, I assure you I'm his mate -" You're cut off by his hand slapping you across the face, forcing you to the ground. "I said, shut up!" He yells before leaving you locked in the cell alone.

As the minutes turn to hours, you start to get worried. You keep trying the bond, but it's silent. You've tried to reach out to Rhys, but there's no response. Your face still stings from being hit. You're sure you'll have a bruise. You lay down facing away from the door as try to will yourself to sleep. Drowning out the loudness of the other and muttering of the guards. You eventually drift off into a restless sleep.

Azriel had returned home to find the house empty. He knew you said you were going shopping, but he would've thought you'd be back by now. He tugged on the bond and felt the emptiness of it. He became worried as he reached out to Rhys to see if he or Feyre had seen you. Once he confirmed they hadn't, Rhys said he'll check with the other to see if they had. Azriel takes off towards town, hoping to find you amongst the crowds still out and about. He doesn't see any sign of you, and Rhys informs him that no one else has seen you either. He tries the bond again, and is still met with emptiness. He remembers telling you to use his account to buy whatever you wanted.

After barging into the bank, he asks them to pull up his spending records from the day. As they pull records, the teller helping him says no purchases were made. "My mate has been shopping all day, so surely there must be some transactions for today." He says impatiently. "Looks like the only transaction for today was flagged as fraud. it looks like an unauthorized user was trying to make a purchase." She says. "When and what store?!" He demands. She tells him before he takes off towards the store. He has Rhys meet him there. Once inside, they quickly find the employee working.

"Earlier today, a woman came in and tried to use my account. Where did she go?!" Azriel says. "I remember her. She was arrested after trying to use your account, claiming to be your mate." She says as her eyes roam over him. "You had her arrested?!" He shouts. "Obviously, she was lying and trying to steal from you. There's no way she was your mate. Look at her, then look at you. You're way too hot for her." She says. Azriel's reatraint is hanging by a thread as Rhys pulls him away from her, "it didn't think that maybe you should contact me to verify any of what she said?!" He shouts, "I should throw you in prison!" Rhys pulls him outside, "Come on, we need to go get y/n." Rhys says.

Once they arrive at the prison, the guards stand at attention. "The female that was brought in claiming to be my mate, where is she?!" Azriel demands. "Oh, she's a crazy one, for sure. She is still in holding, sir." The guard from earlier says. "None of you thought it best to contact me and tell me what was going on?" He says through clenched teeth. "We didn't think you'd want to bother with such a matter." He says. "SHE IS MY MATE!!" He yells, waking you up to the sound of his voice. "Azriel?!" You call. Moments later, you hear footsteps running closer to you. In an instant, he has your cell unlocked and is holding you close to him.

"I'm sorry I didn't find you sooner, princess." He says gently. "I begged them to get a hold of you, but they wouldn't listen." You say as he kisses the top of your head. He pulls away from you to look at you. His eyes darken when they land on your face, seeing the bruising on your face. "Who did it?" He asks gently. He watches as your eyes drift to the guard standing behind Rhys. "Why did you touch her?!" He questions him without taking his eyes off you. "She wouldn't follow orders, sir." He states calmy. "And what were the orders she didn't follow?" He asks as he turns to face the guard. "She wouldn't remain quiet." He says. "Did he tell you to stay quiet, princess?" Azriel asks.

"He told me to shut up or else." You say as Azriel turns his attention back to the guard. The guard glares at you, "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't know who she was." "She told you multiple times who she was, and you never bothered to look into it! Instead, you called her crazy and laid your hands on what doesn't belong to you!" Azriel says eerily calm. He stands in front of the guard as his shadows linger around you. The guard doesn't have time to dodge as Azriel's fist connects with his jaw, knocking him to the floor. Azriel is on top of him in a second, hammering his fist into the side of the guards face as he tells him how incompetent he is and how things will be changing.

You watch as your mate bloodies his face until Rhys pulls him off. Azriel turns his attention to you, "Let's go home, princess. You've spent more than enough time here." He says as he wraps an arm around you. He takes you home and carries you into the bathroom before sitting you down on the vanity. You grab a wash cloth and run it under warm water before gently cleaning his bloodied hands. Once his hands are clean, you put some salve on his knuckles before gently wrapping them. "I should be the one taking care of you." He says as he leans his forehead against yours. "We'll take care of each other." You say softly as you hold onto his waist. "Let's get you ready for bed." He says before he starts to undress you and help you into one of his shirts.

#acotar #batboys #sarah j maas #acotar fanfic #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger

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whumpeewhumpwhump · 7 months

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(AI-less) Whumptober Prompt 6: Mind Control

(Having to do this on mobile cuz my laptop decided to die on me. Decided to torment an OC, say hello to Alistor! Also I don’t know how good this is, just got off of work and am ✨exhausted✨ hope you enjoy nonetheless!)

Prompt 6: Mind Control

“Wake Up,”

Alistor groaned. His head pounded. His neck felt stiff. He tried to bring his hands to his face to rub the grogginess away, only for them to be stuck. He was suddenly much more aware. His eyes shot open as he pulled at his restraints. A light chuckle across from Alistor got him to stop moving. He looked up slowly to see an elegant woman sitting across from him. Suddenly his memory came back to him.

The banquet celebrating the King. The petite woman eyeing him from across the room. Following her out of the ballroom and into the garden. Her warm smile before darkness.

His breathing increased as he pulled against his reatraints again, snarling, “You,”

She smiled sweetly at him, “Me. Happy to see you remember,”

“What are you doing?” Alistor snapped.

With a sigh, she smoothed the front of her dress and stood from her seat, “My job,”

Alistor furrowed his brow and watched her as she slowly approached him. She slowly walked around him and gently placed both hands on his shoulders. Alistor tried shake her hands off but she held fast.

He felt her breath tickle his ear before she spoke. “All I need you to do is relax,”

Alistor’s heart raced as he felt her magical suggestion fall over him. He squeezed his eyes shut, leaned forward and tried to force it out of his head. The woman tisked and ran her hand through his hair before grabbing a handful and yanking his head backwards.

Her voice was in his ear again, encompassing his thoughts, “Oh, don’t make it too difficult for me. Now, Relax,”

He screamed internally as Alistor felt his entire body relax. For a moment, it felt like he was harshly pulled from the forefront of his mind, making room for something else to take over. It felt like he was stuck in his own body—forced to watch himself do whatever the woman wanted of him. He stared ahead blankly, calmly, but on the inside he was thrashing about, screaming at himself to snap out of it, but it was no use.

“Good,” she purred, unlacing her fingers from his hair before gently smoothing it back. “I have a very special job for you. A job assigned to you by the King. Do you think you can do that for me?”

Alistor’s mouth moved without him wanting to. He heard his voice almost as if it were coming from under water, “Yes,”

“Wonderful,” the woman said as she moved from behind him to in front of him. She put two fingers under his chin and tilted his head upwards so he could look at her. Alistor swore she studied his face longer than necessary, basking in her victory over him. “The King knows that you aren’t as loyal as you seem. He knows that you sneak away from the Keep and serve as an informant for that pesky rebellion,”

Alistor felt his blood chill. His heart froze. He knew? All this time, was he only able to sneak out because the King let him? His heart sank deeper and deeper. He was an idiot. A fool. He led the King right to them.

“Worry not, pet,” the woman cooed, her fingers still holding Alistor’s chin. He tried to scream, to move, to bite her finger off, but he couldn’t. All he could do was watch in calm silence. “He’s not angry. He knows you’re just trying to find your place in this world. He’s asked me to help you back onto the correct path. By helping us eradicate the threat. By being an informant for us instead. You want to help me, don’t you?”

“I do,” Alistor heard himself say.

“Good boy,” said the woman as she pulled away and circled him again, this time bending down to undo the ropes around his wrists and ankles. She positioned herself in front of him again, “Now stand,”

Again, he forced himself to break out of her charm, to try and resist her in any way possible, and it worked. Slightly. He rose slowly and haltingly. The woman’s victorious smirk was wiped away and replaced with a quizzical look. Her eyebrow raised gracefully, a sinister smile grew as she connected the dots.

“You’re still in there, aren’t you?” She said, stepping forward before she was toe to toe with Alistor. She was at least a head shorter than him, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t powerful. She reached up and grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look down at her. She studied Alistor’s face. “Commendable, really. Looks like the King underestimated you. It’s not often that someone can resist my Blessing. Don’t worry, pet. I can fix that.”

With one smooth motion, she hit him behind the knee, sending him to the ground. She looked down at him and placed both hands on either side of his face. There was no escaping her grasp nor avoiding eye contact.

There was no way out.

Alistor felt his heart start to race in his chest. His breathing quickened as the world dissolved around him. All he could see were the woman's kaleidoscope eyes staring down at him. The way the little light in the room sifted and reflected was enchanting. He already could feel himself slipping away.

He couldn't help the tears that started to form the longer he was forced to look at her. He had failed his friends. He wanted to prove himself to be better than the King, to be a Prince of the people, not a tyrant. He wanted to be strong as he tried to find a way to dethrone the man that lied to him his entire life about the world and their place in it. Now he was going to become another cog in the machine.

A lump formed in his throat as he let out a whimper unconsciously. The woman smiled at him again. He hated her smile.

“Submit,”

The single command was the only thing that filled his ears. With that final word, Alistor felt himself drift away. He didn't have control over his own body. His mind began to warp as well. As his body relaxed, he felt every coherent thought slip away like grains of sand. He was an empty vessel.

And he would do anything she wanted. Anything.

#ailesswhumptober2023 #whump scenario #whump prompt #whump #ailesswhumptoberday6 #!!!!!! how fun!!!!!#will say one moment from cr c2 had some influence #i want to say c2e52??? Caleb getting commanded by that one enemy??#was gonna do a fight scene but i think i like this better #also first semi-named story!!! Love tormenting OCs!!

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photonromance · 3 years

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BobaDin [Soothed] {Omegaverse}

This fight was not going well. They darted him toward the end, a sharp little microdart that was slamming through his bloodstream and wiping out every trace of decades of hormone suppressants

He killed them.

Bloody vibroblade clenched so tight his gloves creaked, he cut and sliced and shot his way through leering faces making threats as his scent began shifting in the dozen seconds after the dart struck

The filth they spat at him was- Din shook his head to clear it. The disgusting creatures were dead. That's what mattered. He shook his head again, the fog still thick. He was in trouble. Din fumbled the pouch at his thigh, digging for the hypo he knew lay there.

Except it wasn't. The hypo slipped from shaking fingers and clattered across the floor. Kriff. His head was swimming. The hypo blurred, doubling as Din struggled to focus.

From the shadows, a pair of boots stepped out, unfamiliar but definitely local. "Oh, you'll do more than nicely." The voice was modulated, a vocoder, and Din blinked once more before the darkness swallowed him up.

Din came to in a fog. His hands were bound behind him, bad news, but his feet were free, even if they were made of lead at the moment. There was an arm hooked under each of his, forcing his shoulders up and apart and it was painful, even if the pain felt disconnected. They were dragging him. Din’s head lolled and, kriff but he was messed up not to notice immediately, he realized his helmet was missing. There was cool air on his face, but it felt tender, like he had been in the sun. Stars, how long had he been out? Been bare? He ducked his head drunkenly, an instinct long worn in to protect himself from prying eyes.

"Little late for that, pretty boy," the same modulated voice from before spoke again, "You'll probably have a nasty sunburn from the ride back, but I dont think Fett will mind. He doesn't need you too pretty."

They were going to Fett?

They had parted on good enough terms, Din had thought? Had something changed?

He was so foggy.

Had he forgotten something? Stars. He'd been lucky enough to avoid any heat drugs up to now, so it was possible? Maybe? The drug had turned his head dizzy and his blood thick and it was a struggle to remember where he'd been before this-

Ah-

Din had heard of heat drugs. Who hadn't? He knew, in principle, that they triggered hormonal changes with small doses in the dart. The more suppressants in the victim's body, the harder the turnaround was on them. Hence Din’s long spate unconscious. He'd been suppressing for years at this point. Here came the reason his body had chosen unconsciousness.

Pain began growing in his lower abdomen, from a twinge to a firestorm. He drew his knees up, desperate to soothe the ache tearing at him. "Stop that." One of the goons holding his arm kicked at his knee, drawing a ragged sound from Din.

"Don't worry," the modulated voice spoke again, mockingly, "Fett will handle that for you."

There was muffled noise, people talking and soft music, and the sound only made Din hyper aware of his bare face. The pain in his belly spiked and Din tried again to curl up, to put pressure on what felt like an aching wound. The goon kicked him again, laughing. "Do you think he'll share?"

The other asked pinched Din’s chin to try and force his face up. "After he's done? Nah, you know how Mando are. Always fighting, but they're possessive. I heard there was a Marshall out by-"

"Shut up!" The modulated voice cut in and there was a shift of something heavy, a door? And a slice of light cut into the dark hallway.

Din flinched away from the brightness, flushing with humiliation as he was hauled forward into the light, face bare and hormones rank. He knew he was a sight.

He hoped Boba killed him quickly if this was some slight Din didn't remember.

The talking fell from a mild chatter to near dead silence in a moment. The music died even quicker. Din was thrown forward, tripping over his own boots, and landed face first into the stone floor. At least the stone was cool. Another pain was blooming fast and Din curled up against it, breath hitching as he struggled to remember all the training he'd been taught. Breathe through the pain, accept it, hold it, let it go. It was harder than he remembered.

Above him, there was a shift, boots against stone.

"We bring-" the Modulated voice began, before it was cut off by a single blaster bolt. Something thumped to the ground nearby. Din focused harder on breathing as his abdomen began to relax again. Stars, had it always been so bad?

Behind him, there was shouting, a fight? But it was over in moments. The sounds of boots dragging over stone as the two goons were hauled off. Above him, the light was blocked out suddenly.

"Did they hurt you?"

It's Boba. Din would know that voice anywhere. "Heat drug-" he slurred, trying to raise his face from the ground.

"I know, hush now."

Something tugged- his cape? And the world went dim and soft. Boba had pulled his cape up, over his head.

To cover his face.

He wasn't mad?

Then why- oh but none of that mattered. Boba was bundling Din up, slicing his arms free with a blade before hefting him with an arm around his shoulders and an arm under his knees.

"Hold on."

Din nodded, oblivious to the fact Boba couldn't see it under the cloth. They walked that way a while, Din slowly focusing as the pain faded once more. When he had a moment of clarity, he asked, panicked, "Fett, my helmet-"

"The idiot was holding it. Someone will bring it up shortly, don't worry." Boba spoke in short bursts, voice pinched and even.

It took Din several moments to realize why.

"Kriff, Boba, I'm so sorry, I- Ah!"

He was cut off in his apology by pain again blooming in his belly, faster now than before. He curled again, jostling Boba's hold.

"Hang on-" Boba shifted Din’s weight, keying open a door before hurrying in.

The door locked audibly behind them and Boba lay Din gently on something soft. A bed, obviously but- his bed. It was obvious by the heady scent of Alpha and the spiced sweet scent of blaster oil. This was Boba's bed.

"Boba, no-"

"Hush."

Stars. His voice was gentle but firm and Din wanted to roll over and show his belly. He felt pathetic.

"I’m sorry," Boba followed the words immediately, soft and apologetic, running his fingers over Din’s head, over curls covered by cloth, "I won't use the voice." He picked up Din’s arm, laying at his side, and began unbuckling his vambrace, slipping his finger under Din’s shirt to begin rubbing the feeling back into the muscle. "I have someone bringing suppressants," Boba soothed, rubbing circles in the skin of his wrist, "until then, I need you to tell me what to do, Din. Can you do that?"

Tell- Boba? What to do? It struck something wrong in Din’s chest. He whimpered, his free hand rising up to grab at Boba's bicep. "I can't-"

"You can." Boba promised, lacing his fingers with Din’s loosely, "I've seen what you can do, Din. You are Mando'ade. You are not just your nature. I know it hurts. Show me the warrior."

Din swallowed, closing his eyes despite his cloak covering. "Okay." He took a slow breath through his mouth, fighting the intensity of Boba's scent all around him. "I need the suppressants but- it won't be enough."

"Any Alpha you desire is yours."

Din shook his head. "I haven't- I'm not comfortable-"

"I can provide toys?" Boba suggested, returning to slow circles on Din’s wrist with his free hand.

"Hold me?" Din asked, regretting the tremble in the words the moment he said them, but it needed saying, "I need you to- just hold me. Until it passes. And then- then maybe- but- not like this."

Boba is quiet for a long time. But the circles continue, so Din doesn't stop breathing just yet. Boba's scent is thick with arousal, and his restraint is frankly impressive. But if this is just a reaction to a heat, then Din won't get his hopes up.

“If you promise to eat,” Boba says slowly, helmet tipping to the side as he considered, “and let me take care of you, to soothe my nature, I’ll agree.”

Din hardly needs convincing. “Kriff yes.”

Boba dips his head slightly, pressing his helmet to Din’s forehead, under the cloak. “We’ll talk about this, after. You know that, right?” He asks softly.

Din is silent for a long moment. “I think I would like that,” he admits, pushing himself up slightly into the touch before he collapses back on the bed, gasping as pain begins to claw at his belly again.

“I’ll call for those meds.”

Boba is gone for just a moment, rumbling into his comm as he undresses quickly, efficiently. “That doctor we freed? See if she has any hypos to spare.” His helmet thumps onto the table, boots kicked off. When his trousers hit the floor, Din’s cock twitches, desperate for a little confirmation of what’s to come.

“No,” Din huffs to himself, turning over to fumble his armor off in turn. If Boba does it, his body won’t let him rest after, he knows it. An Alpha touching him, undressing him- ah Kriff. Din stifled a whine, shucking his trousers and peeling his shorts off with a whimper. He was sticky. Between his cock drooling absently against the front and slick beginning to drip to his thighs with each cramp, his shorts were soaked. “I- ah- hope you aren't’ fond of these sheets,'' He joked, fighting the urge to hide in a shell of silence.

“Sheets be damned.” Boba was returning, climbing up onto the bed, down to his own underclothes. He knelt there at the edge of the bed, studying his new bedmate. “You’re sure you’ve never done this?” he asked, head cocking to the side curiously, “You’re damned beautiful.”

Din laughed, a huff of breath as he moved to lift the cloak. Pulling it back, he looked up at Boba with bare eyes for the first time. "Still think so?" He asked, a nervous smile tugging at his lips.

"Moreso." Boba opened his arms, offering everything Din needed.

Stripping out of his shirt, Din crawled across the bed, slotting himself chest to chest with Boba and nuzzling into the side of his neck with a broken little noise. The ache in his belly began, fluttering as Din squeezed Boba as tight as his arms allowed and Boba returned the pressure just as intensely. The pressure, the weight of an Alpha's scent, along with the knowledge that Boba was resisting for him, sent a rush of endorphins through Din’s blood, steadying the pain and even, thankfully, easing it.

Din could do this. They could do this.

"Together." Boba promised.

#bobadin #omegaverse #heat drugs #not sex as a heat breaker #look at me #i have reatraint #myfic #photon writes again #omega!Din #alpha!Boba

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rainy-rose · 6 years

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It's gonna be may challenge - Day 4 4. A book you loved as a kid. I am cheating a bit here as this brick of a book is not the one I had as a child, but rather the "what happends when there is a giant book on sale" one :)). I had no clue there were 14 other stories besides The Wizard of Oz. Well I stand corrected! When I was little and did not know how to read I had my dad read The Wizard of Oz to me so many times that the front cover is no longer attached to the book :)). I think he could quote it if I asked him to. Sorry, not sorry, dad!

#itsgbm #itsgonnabemaychallenge #day 4 #childhood favorite #the wizard of oz #i have zero reatraint when it comes to giant books on sale #reading challenge #books

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fgfluidity · 3 years

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ok here’s a psa in re: on desire and reatraint

i did not write it to have a sequel

it is a standalone

However

i am willing to write more of this brand of vampire damien if you like

#psa

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angstalottle · 7 years

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Welcome To The Paladins

Part 1: When Keith woke up he had no idea where he was. Last thing he remembered was walking down an alleyway wondering where he was going to sleep that night... Then nothing. He tried to move but found his hands chained to a stone wall. Keith tried to use his fire to melt the metal but found he couldn't concentrate, whatever they had drugged him with was still in his system. He tried to pull his tail free from his pants hoping to maybe break the metal or stone. However he found it was also chained to the wall and could barley move it. "What the hell is going on?!" Keith hissed to himself not expecting and answer. "Your gonna play! Play play play." A deranged voice came from the darkness followed by a laugh. "Who's there! Why am I here!" Keith demanded struggling against his reatraints. Suddenly the figure ran towards him so that he was so close all Keith could see was a pair of brilliant blue eyes. He jerked back in surprise hitting his head against the stone wall. "Ouch" "Did that hurt?" He asked as he dropped the the floor sitting cross legged staring up like a child in a class room. Keith couldn't help but stare. The man, well boy really couldnt of been much older then 17. He looked deceptively skinny, with long lanky limbs. But Keith could see compact mucles hiding beneath his tattered shirt and shorts. However what really caught Keith's attention was his skin. From what Keith could see, not a single patch was free from some kind of scar. Old beneath new, layer upon layer of pain and suffering showed on his skin. Yet he was smiling like he couldn't be happier. "W-what..." Keith asked having not actually heard him. "I asked if it hurt? How did it feel!" He asked excitedly scooting closer. "Erm... a little sore but nothing bad." The boy pouted but a smile quickly returned to his face "but what does that feel like?" Keith shrugged "I don't know... why don't you hit your own head if your so desperate." He shook his head, his long matted hair releasing a shower of dirt and bugs. "I can't. I don't feel." Keith looked at him for a moment about to ask what he meant when the door swung open and a man with long white hair walked in. He placed a hand on the boy's head like he was a bag and smirked down at Keith. "So nice to see you awake, I was beginning to worry you would miss the show." "Show?" Keith asked glaring up at the man. He recognised him from last night. He had been following him but when Keith had turned to confront him, he was gone. "Why yes, you and my little pet here will be putting on a very special performance." "Like hell I will! I'm no ones dancing monkey!" Keith yelled baring his sharp teeth. However the man only smiled "now that's what I want to see! Show me that famous fire of yours went you get out there!" Keith's eyes widened, this guy knew what he was and what he could do. Worse from the sounds of it he wanted him to fight the poor grinning boy. "I won't fight him, he wouldn't last two seconds." The man laughed "oh I'm sure Claw here will provide you with more then a fair fight." Keith rose his eye brow. "I see you doubt my pet, well they all do." The man chuckled as he walked off leaving Claw still staring at him. Keith looked at him with new eyes, of the guy was so confident he could last against a demon in a fight then he must be pretty powerful. "What can you do anyway?" Keith asked only for Claw to shrug. "This and that and this and that and this and that." He laughed madly like what he had said was the funniest thing in the world. The chains were suddenly released and Keith rubbed his wrists. The door in front of them opened and Claw jumped up excitedly skipping out. Keith followed him, his eyes widening at the sight of thousands of people sitting behind a electrified fence and cheering loudly. The sandy ground was hovered in pools of fresh blood and various weapons were dotted around the place. "Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to a very special fight today!" "Right... look I'll try to go easy, then maybe we can get out of here together?" Keith whispered but Claw wasn't listening, he was too busy playing to the crowds. Blowing kisses and waving like it was all a game to him. It was then that Keith realised that he was completely insane. "Because today is our very own Claws anniversary of coming here 15 long years ago!" Keith stared in shock, if this guy had been here for that long and lived... then maybe he was more of a threat then he thought. "Now without further ado. Let the fight begin!" Keith barely had a chance to process the new information before Claw was jumping towards him with a knife aimed at Keith's throat.

#langst #klance #superhero au #lancebdayweek

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